him or make him suffer. So she settled herself into simply pleasuring him, though slowly so that his climax would be even stronger. It wasn't easy for her to take her time that way because she was looking forward to having him erupt in her mouth so she could taste his cum on her tongue; the only way she was able to maintain her restraint was by continuously reminding herself that the harder he climaxed, the more of his juice there would be. So she continued slowly sliding her lips back and forth on his hard cock, her hand under his balls so she'd have the warning she needed to be able to take as much of him as she could between her lips right before he climaxed.
Robert wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell. The way his mother had used her mouth and lips and tongue on him had made him wonder if he hadn't died and gone to heaven; but then when he got close to cumming, she'd stopped long enough for him to fall back from the edge before resuming her efforts.
Even then, the way she was softly sucking on him while her lips and tongue moved on him felt incredible… but it was so slow that he wasn't moving toward his release as fast as he wished he was-
and that was what made him wonder if he was in hell. The pleasure he'd gotten from his mother had been incredible, but now the pressure building in him (and particularly his cock and balls) threatened to explode before he could find the relief he was so desperate for. He had his hands on his mother's head, but couldn't find it in himself to force her head farther onto his dick or into moving faster, which was what he knew he'd have to do; and the couple of times that he'd tried to move
Just before the first wad of his jism erupted from him, he felt over half of his hard dick being surrounded by his mother's mouth, which resulted in him not merely slipping into a climax, but being thrown into it. It seemed like his cock was spraying the contents of his balls in one continuous stream, one so powerful that he was sure the force of it would force her head back far enough to push her lips completely off of him. His dick was far enough in her mouth that he could feel the muscles of her throat against the head as she repeatedly swallowed the semen erupting from his cock. After the last spurt of semen had left him and he felt his dick begin to wilt, he was surprised to feel his mother's lips clench around him before she pulled her head back, milking whatever was left of his cum out before his manhood fell from her lips. He was still trying to get his breath back when she stood up in front of him and took him into her arms; he enjoyed the feel of her breasts pillowed against his chest, surrounding the hot, hard points of her nipples. A couple of minutes later, she eased him away from her body, and he heard her ask 'Honey? Would you like to make your Mom feel good again?'
Vic almost couldn't believe what his daughter had just asked him, but the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice told him that she really was sincere about wanting to make him feel good-which he knew was her way of saying that she wanted to make HIM climax, too. Despite how she'd managed to get his cock to grow, he was certain that she wouldn't be able to get him erect; it was that certainty that nothing would happen, and that she'd eventually give up, that made him answer 'You don't have to do anything like that for me, sweetheart. But if you want to try, it's okay with me.' He expected that she'd start using her hand on him again, only to be surprised when he saw her slowly sinking to her knees. He opened his mouth to object, but the images of what she was about to do came back to him and no sound came out. Instead, he simply stood there and watched as his virgin daughter brought her hands up and lifted the swollen mass of his dick up and took it into her mouth. The sight of her kneeling there was so much like the image he'd conjured up while his wife was blowing him that he felt himself start to get harder before she had time to do anything else.
Her Daddy's penis was a lot bigger than her brother's had been, and Carla couldn't get as much of it into her mouth as she wanted to. But it took only a moment for her to decide that if she couldn't do the things she wanted to to as much of him as she would have liked, she'd just do more with however much of him she did have. Sliding her lips down his shaft until her mouth was filled with his manhood, she started by using her tongue to gently massage the underside as she began softly sucking on him. To her delight, it didn't take long for her efforts to be rewarded with a gradual thickening and hardening of her Daddy's cock.
Ellen had felt her own delight at her son's ready agreement to pleasure her again-a delight that had grown even more when he proved to be more than willing to do so orally. It had taken only a few moments to settle herself into a chair and assume a position almost identical to the one she'd seen Carla in. Only a few seconds after that, Robert was seated on the floor in front of her. No encouragement was needed for him to lean forward and get his head within just a couple of inches of her womanhood, and she didn't mind that he took a little time to look at the area between her wide-spread thighs before moving even closer and slipping his tongue between her slick labia. It took only a very few minutes for Ellen to decide that her son had done a fine job of learning how to please a woman with his mouth when he'd used it on his sister: he used his tongue on her erect clitoris with a combination of speed and pressure that aroused her tremendously. He didn't focus his attention just on that area, however; he went on to use his lips to softly 'nibble' on her labia, and lick and probe her opening with his tongue. Then he took it a step further by reaching up and taking her breasts in his hands, caressing and gently squeezing them and toying with her erecting nipples.
Robert almost couldn't believe it when his mother had asked him if he was willing to help her have another orgasm, and that she wanted him to use his mouth on her. His enthusiasm for the idea was great enough that it actually took a couple of seconds for him to get control of himself enough to answer that he would. Once he was seated in front of her, he had to see for himself how she was similar to or different from how Carla's genitals had looked. That close to her, he could see that his mother's bush was a medium-sized wedge of black that started just a couple of inches above where he knew her pubic bone was and quickly faded when it reached the bottom of her mound. His hand had told him it was soft and thick, and he found that he could see that it was shorter than he'd expected: her slightly erect clitoris was visible at the top, and her labia had formed a part in it. Looking closely, he saw that his mother's inner lips were longer and thicker than Carla's had been. They were somewhat dark with her desire, and at the bottom, it was plain as could be that they were already wet and slippery from her oils
— some of which, he noted, had trickled a short way down the inside of one of her thighs. His face that close to his mother's crotch, he didn't have any trouble making out the same scent he'd had on his hand after he'd used his finger in her; he found it just as appealing then as he had before, and made no effort to resist the temptation to lean forward and sample it again.
Vic hadn't thought that he'd be able to get hard again so soon after the blowjob he'd gotten from his wife, but it was looking more and more like that wasn't the case. Not only was his daughter doing a damn fine job of giving him head, the sight of his stiffening cock disappearing into her mouth while it happened was proving to be more than sufficiently stimulating. He wasn't fully erect yet, but Carla's efforts were definitely moving him that direction.
Carla didn't know about the male limitation of how soon they could respond again after having a climax, and wouldn't have cared anyway. She had her Daddy's dick in her mouth just like she wanted, and was steadily getting him longer and harder… and that was all she needed to be happy.
Ellen wasn't in any condition to think about much of anything: Robert's busy tongue and mouth on her pussy (and what his hands were doing with her breasts) simply felt too good and were too arousing for her to have much interest in anything except having him keep going with what he was doing.
For his part, Robert didn't know how life could get any better. What pleased him the most was the fact that his cock was starting to get hard again because of how aroused he was getting just from what he was doing to his mother. Then, in addition to keeping his hands busy on her warm mammaries, he could feel his mother's soft bush against his upper lip after he'd put his whole mouth over her exposed clitoris and begun a gentle rhythmic suction- something that had her arching her pelvis up and making almost continuous noises of pleasure. He'd already lapped up all of the juices that were available, and even tried to worm his tongue into her woman chamber to see if he could get more of them that way.
He couldn't, but she'd certainly indicated that she'd appreciated the attempt.
Victor could only stand there, his eyes locked on the sight of his daughter's head slowly moving back and forth as she slid her lips along the shaft of his manhood. He was almost fully erect, something he hadn't considered possible when he'd told Carla that it was okay with him if she wanted to try to make him 'feel good'. Her hand was cupping his balls, and part of the thrill he was feeling was in response to the way she was so gently and carefully rolling them in her hand after she'd tenderly explored their size and shape within his scrotum. Looking past her face, he could see that the peaks of her breasts were puckered and her nipples standing tall and proud… letting him know
