“Oh, god,” mom said. “Just like that!”
Her brother couldn’t respond.
“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop,” she said as she brought her hands to up to squeeze her own breasts.
And then Jess noticed what his other hand was doing: Running the soft lace of mom’s panties up and down his huge, hard dick. She brought a hand up to her mouth to stifle the noise—she told herself it wasn’t a groan—that threatened to escape her mouth. In her surprise, she almost missed what happened next but mom’s shriek as she tipped over the edge helped bring Jess back into focus.
Mom writhed up against the island, moaning “Yes” over and over again, in time with the up and down motion of her brother’s arm. Soon, mom slumped back and down, only holding herself upright with her elbows propped on the island. Soon, she was moaning again because her brother hadn’t stopped moving his lips, tongue, or arm.
“Please! Please!” No one knew if mom was begging him to stop or to keep going, not even her. But she kept chanting the word, louder and louder.
The second time mom shrieked, her brother stood up and spun her around mid-shriek. One hand went to the back of her neck, pushing her down on the island. The other lined up his dick with her pussy, panties now wrapped around the base. When he pushed forward, he let out a moan. If a dick pushing into her pussy felt as good as the other way around, Jess understood why he sounded the way he did. She absolutely understood why mom let out a drawn out grunt.
Her brother stopped pushing in for a moment to kick mom’s legs out from under her, her heels sliding across the tiled floor. Mom let out a gasp as her abdomen landed on the island and his cock sunk a few inches into her all of a sudden. Even as wet as mom had to be, her brother still took his time to push into her: An inch at a time then a pause to let mom get used to him before pulling back a bit only to push another inch into her.
“God Baby, you’re so big and thick. Fill mommy’s pussy up.”
“You feel so fucking good, mom” her brother said when all nine and a half inches of him were inside her. “You’re so tight.”
He started with slow strokes, pulling out more and more of his cock every time until half his cock was moving in and out of mom’s pussy. Jess wanted to see him use his entire cock but with mom pressed up against the island and no footing there was no way to move her forward. They all took what they could get.
“Oh god, yes. Fuck me!”
His hips pistoned his cock in and out of mom’s pussy at a steady pace, like he was swimming a modified butterfly stroke. One of his hands was on her shoulder, the other spreading apart her right ass cheek. Mom’s hands were behind her, gripping onto the edge of the island, trying to pull herself back onto her son’s cock as much she could. The smacking of their hips filled the kitchen, reverberated off the tile and hit Jess in the living room like a slap.
If she had a different point of view, if she was pressed up against her brother’s side, she would have seen thick, white cream coating her mom’s pussy lips and forming a ring at the base of her brother’s cock, soaking mom’s panties even further. If she had seen that, there was no telling what she might have done. As it was now, her thighs were moving back and forth against each other ever so slightly and her hand still covering her mouth.