him that she was getting excited-by him, and what he was doing! He'd been about to use his mouth on Carla when he'd learned what she smelled like, but he didn't dare suggest anything like that to his mother… then he started wondering: instead of using his mouth like he'd done with Carla, would it work if he used his hand, instead?
Without realizing it, Vic had gone from barely moving his hands on Carla's breasts to actively playing with them and her nipples, which had gotten longer and harder the more his hands moved on his daughter's chest. The longer he stood there with Carla's lovely body in front of him, the harder it was or him to resist the increasing temptation to begin doing all of the things that kept crowding into his mind: licking and sucking on the lovely mounds his hands were on, touching even more of her smooth skin on other parts of her body, finding out if her small ass was as tight and firm as it had looked, and so much more.
Carla liked what her father was doing to her developing mammaries: his touch was both gentle and firm, and the way he moved his hands on her was heavenly. Still, she wished that he'd start doing even more with her; she wanted to feel his lips on hers, his hands moving on her body and even between her legs, and so much more. But most of all, she wished she could feel his cock in her, sliding in and out of her just like it had in her mother's mouth. From the way he was acting, she knew that if she told him what she
Ellen was deeply involved in a fantasy involving herself and Robert when she felt one of his hands leave her breast and start moving down her body. Thinking that she might have missed hearing the man with the gun tell him to do it, she didn't say anything as his fingertips moved farther down her body and closer to her wet pussy. Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to? Was she about to find out what it was like-and maybe get the relief she needed-when her own son started using his hand on her?
As his hand moved ever lower on his mother's body, Robert kept expecting her to say something- almost certainly getting after him for daring to try and touch her that way. But she remained silent, and sooner than he thought he would, he felt his fingertips come into contact with the dark wedge of hair at the base of her belly. Softer than he'd thought it would be, it was so much thicker than his own pubes that he couldn't resist running his fingers through it for a while, enjoying the luxurious feel of her muff.
Still, he didn't lose track of what he'd started out to do, and eventually resumed moving his hand downward. The first thing he came into contact with was her clitoris; it was erect and exposed, and he intuitively knew not to do anything to it until he had something to keep it lubricated. Following the curve of his mother's mons, he felt his finger slip between the fleshy lips that he knew bracketed her vaginal opening. They were larger and thicker than Carla's had been, but he didn't find them to be any less soft… or touching them to be any less arousing. Slowly and carefully, he eased his finger farther between them and easily found the opening between her thighs. It was already surprisingly wet, and he could feel the heat radiating from it; after gathering his courage, he proceeded to see if he could get one of his fingers inside her and find out what a real pussy felt like-even if it was his mother's.
Victor had talked himself into the belief that there wasn't any harm in just kissing one of his daughter's breasts, and after lowering his head, did so. But after touching his lips to it, he didn't raise his head again; after a couple of seconds passed, he kissed the other. A few more seconds, and his head moved back to the first where he kissed her nipple. Then it was to the other again to do the same thing. The third time his head moved to Carla's small breast, he didn't hesitate to take its chocolate-brown peak between his lips and begin sucking on it.
The touch of her father's lips on her boob made Carla happy; when he kissed the other one and then went on to do even more, she was delighted. But when she felt his mouth fasten on one, she was nearly ecstatic.
When Ellen felt her son's finger begin to slide into her, she felt a powerful thrill run through her body at the idea that she was finally going to have
Robert figured he had to be in the best place and position he was ever going to experience: he had his mouth and one hand full of warm tit while one finger of the other hand was buried in a snug, wet pussy.
After more-or-less putting his mouth and hand on cruise control on his mother's tits, he devoted most of his attention to finding out what he could about the inside of a pussy. Feeling that his finger was thoroughly coated in pussy juice, he wasn't reluctant to move it around; it didn't take him long to discover a hard knot with what felt like a dimple in it, which he quickly concluded must be her cervix.
Further exploration didn't turn up anything else noteworthy (despite the thoroughness of his efforts); the only other thing he could find was an area a short distance inside, almost right behind the pubic bone, that somehow felt different. Carefully, he began pressing against and rubbing it with the end of his finger, trying to figure out why it didn't feel the same as the rest.
With his mouth busy on Carla's breasts, Vic absently sent his hands to her waist and promptly forgot them. Not knowing he was doing it, he gradually began to shift them around-only to her hips at first, but eventually letting them wander over her body at will. He didn't realize what he'd done until his attention was caught by the sensation of something was moving under them. When that happened, it took only a moment for him to realize that what had been moving was his daughter's ass: she'd been clenching it in response to the way he'd been squeezing and caressing her tight little buns. Before he could pull them off, however, the thought struck him that if Carla had objected to what he was doing, she'd have done or said something to let him know. Instead, she'd apparently been enjoying it; that was all he needed to know to leave them where they were and begin consciously enjoying the feel of the smooth skin over hard rubber that made up her ass.
Carla had been thrilled when she felt her father's hands moving on her. His touch was soft and patient, and the way he touched her so gently only added to her pleasure. When he'd taken her butt in his hands, she wondered if she might be dreaming: from the way he was stroking and squeezing her ass cheeks, there couldn't be any doubt that he liked it. If she could only find a way to get his hands around to the
Ellen didn't know what Robert had found inside her, either, but she sincely hoped that he'd remember where it was: the pleasure she was getting from what he was doing was better than anything she'd experienced for a long, long time. It couldn't have been but a few minutes since he'd started DOING
things to that particular spot, but she was already well on the way to having an orgasm- and from the pressure building inside her, a big one!
Just a few seconds after he'd started trying to find out what that particular place in his mother's vagina was, Robert heard her start making small, soft noises as she squatted down slightly and spread her legs even more. Figuring that if she was doing that, he wasn't doing anything wrong, he kept going. It wasn't much longer until he recognized that the sounds his mother was making were noises of pleasure-and arousal. That was all he needed to know, and he readily kept going.
Once he was used to the idea of his hands on Carla's delightful little ass, Vic didn't see any reason why he shouldn't go back and begin touching the rest of her body again, and find out what he'd missed out on by not paying attention. He started by sliding his hands upwards, off of her buns and onto her back before caressing his way up to her shoulders. From there, it was around to her sides and down to her hips before taking hold of her sweet cheeks again. After giving her glutes the attention they deserved, he repeated his actions… then did it again and again…
With her father's hands moving on her again, Carla promptly started trying to think of something-
anything! — that would get him to touch her where she wanted him to. She'd once accidentally heard some older boys talking about something they called 'blue balls'; when she'd asked one of her friends what it meant, discovered that it meant the boy had gotten aroused for too long without having a climax. Just then, she felt a considerable sympathy for any boy that had that happen to him because if there was a female equivalent to it, she had it!
Ellen had reached the point that she couldn't have said anything to Robert if she'd wanted to: the pressure she felt was so great, and she was so close to her release, that all she could do was hold still and pray her son didn't stop what he was doing.
After his experience with his sister, Robert had some idea that something was about to happen with his mother. Even so, he wasn't anywhere near prepared when she stopped the slow arching of her pelvis and froze in
