Twin brother and sister are finding out about themselves, “I saw you looking at Mom this afternoon.”
Kevin looked across the hotel room at his twin sister. “So?”
Kyra almost laughed out loud at the puzzled look on his face. “So…that’s not all I noticed.”
“What are you talking about?”
Kyra let her eyes drop to his crotch. “You were getting hard.”
Kevin quickly answered, “I was NOT.”
Kyra began walking towards him. “Kevin, how many times have I been around you when you were hard? I think I know when you’re hard and when you’re not. Especially in that bathing suit.”
She was in front of him now, putting her hand on his suit. “Especially when the suit is a little wet. And it clings to your big, thick cock.”
Kyra wrapped her fingers around him, proud of the fact he was already responding to her.
Kevin could not look his gorgeous eighteen year old sister in the eye. Instead, he looked down at the perfectly formed breasts bulging out of her tiny bikini. Her skin was dark tan and silky smooth and…
“Did you like it when Mom lay on her stomach and took off her top? Did you notice how you could still see her breasts flattened against the towel from the sides?”
She knew he did. He knew he did. And now the hardening cock inside his trunks, which she held tighter and tighter, gave away the answer.
“Kyra…,” he began to say.
“Was it her cute ass that made you hard?” Kyra persisted. “Did you want to put your hands inside her suit and squeeze her ass?”
“No!” he managed to respond. But everything she was saying was true, like she could read his mind. She could ALWAYS read his mind. It had been that way from as early as Kevin could remember. It was that way when she first let him see her in her underwear. And then when she let him see her in the shower. And then when she let him touch her.
They’d privately been having sex…great sex…ever since.
“I don’t know,” Kyra said with a sly grin. “You seemed to be getting pretty hard then and you certainly are now, just talking about it.”
The beautiful, young girl’s hand was stroking him faster.
“Is she my competition?” Kyra asked. “Do you want to fuck her?”
“God. She’s my fucking mother. I mean, she’s my mother,” Kevin said anxiously.
“And I’m your sister. You fuck ME.”
Kevin was fully erect. His cock ached from pressing against the front of his bathing suit. It throbbed inside his sister’s hand. Lust took over and he put his hands on the outside of Kyra’s breasts, letting their fullness fill his palms.
Kyra looked at him and said softly, “Maybe you want her to suck your cock.”
Before Kevin could respond, his trunks were being pulled down and Kyra was kneeling in front of him. Kevin’s cock sprung free and pointed up like a pole just inches from her face. As often as Kyra had seen, and tasted, and felt his cock inside her, she never grew tired of it.
Kevin lived for this. No matter how many other girls he dated, or how good they were in bed, nothing compared to Kyra. Once again, he was about to find out why.
“I want you to pretend this is Mom’s tongue and Mom’s mouth,” Kyra instructed her twin brother.
She didn’t expect him to actually do it, so it would have surprised her to know Kevin was thinking about the beach. His mother was topless. Her still-firm breasts rose from her body as she lay on her back. He was straddling her body, placing his cock in her mouth.
Kyra began the slow, steady licking of the bottom of his cock that he loved so much. She started at his balls and moved up to the tip, never actually taking the cock between her lips. Just licking it. Caressing it with her tongue. She did this several times and Kevin’s cock twitched with satisfaction.
Finally, she opened her mouth and took in half of the shaft. Then she moved forward and leisurely let it slide in until her lips hit Kevin’s hairy body. She pulled back just as slowly. When the tip began to reappear, it was time to get serious.
Kyra commenced a methodical sucking of her brother’s cock that very few eighteen year old girls could replicate. But in Kevin’s mind, it was his Mom. He was fucking his Mom’s mouth.
“Can you see her? Topless on the beach sucking your hard cock?” Kyra asked while taking a short break.
“Yes,” Kevin acknowledged, giving in to the fact he could think this way about his mother.
“Good. Because she’s not going to stop until you cum.”
Kyra picked up the pace and used her hand to stroke the base of Kevin’s cock. She knew this wouldn’t take long. She had to think about how to take his cum. What mood was she in today? Oral? Facial? On her tits?
Kevin only had to think of one thing. Fucking his mother’s mouth and cumming like a madman. Well, he DID sneak in a thought or two of her naked breasts bouncing up and down; of her pussy awaiting his throbbing cock; of her ass accepting all the cum he could pour on it.
Then it started. Kevin felt it in his balls. He felt it rush through his entire body.
“Yes! Yesssss!”
Kyra sucked harder. She moaned with glee. And just when she sensed the first blast of cum erupting from her brother’s cock, she pointed it at her breasts. Only a few seconds passed before the first long blast of white cum spurted across her chest.
Kevin grunted with each successive blast. Behind closed eyes he saw his cum splashing against his mother’s face, dripping down her chin and onto her large tits.
Kyra smiled with satisfaction knowing that she had helped him to one of the strongest orgasms she could remember him having. When Kevin opened his eyes he was stunned at the sight. Cum was splattered on portions of Kyra’s bikini top. More cum streamed down her breasts, disappearing inside her top.
“I think I need a shower,” Kyra said, looking down at the ‘mess’. “Come on. You can help.”
She took her brother’s hand and led him to the bathroom.
***
Amanda Robertson was a successful real estate agent. So was her husband Dan. They made a good team. He was tall, dark and handsome. She was stunningly adorable. When you looked at Amanda you didn’t think Victoria’s Secret model. You thought homecoming queen. You thought, “I want to fuck this woman. Now!”
At 38, she looked almost as good as…well, her daughter. She had shaggy blonde hair that looked appropriately mussed at all times–like she had just fucked a potential million dollar buyer for an hour. It was a look she didn’t need a hairdresser for, if truth be known.
She was in shape, and not just from frequent hour-long fucks. She worked at it. From her sculptured shoulders to her firm breasts to her tiny waist to her magnificent legs, she was in shape. And showing it off was never a problem for her.
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