If there had been organ music playing in the background as Jenny came in the room, it would have reached its crescendo. All three of them were stunned in their own way, as they each took stock of the scene.
Jen froze in her tracks as her eyes caught the sexual depravity playing-out on the big bed infront of her. Her mother, Karen, was furiously pumping her brother's huge cock with both oil-slickened hands. It made squishing noises as her hands ran it's length from the giant bulbous, purple head down to his ball-sack, which she could plainly see as his legs were splayed open right before her eyes. Her mom must have used a pint of baby oil on his thick rod. Her hands glided up and down so swiftly it was if she was playing hide-and-peek with the enormous mushroom tip.
Jenny stared slack-jawed observing Karen at play with her new pet. Her beautiful raven-black hair was tied in a ponytail. And the thick, damp extension of it was flapping shoulder to shoulder as she jerked him off. Karen's big tits swayed and bounced rhythmically as she worked. Her gorgeous olive complexion glistened from the combination of sweat, saliva, lube and whatever other bodily fluids coated her chest and thighs.
She only paused a second to acknowledge her daughters presence in the bedroom and invited her to join them on the king-size stage. She then resumed her fellatio with gusto and was lost in her own passion.
Her brother had one hand tugging at her mother's ponytail, while the other alternately rubbed and spanked her quivering bottom as she knelt on the bed, astride his legs. He looked like Caligula with a slave-girl as he now turned his gaze towards her. Michael never broke stride as he slowly appraised his young sister. Jenny's hands had unconsciously moved to cover her breasts as she watched this nightmare unfold before her wide, brown eyes. As she looked pleadingly at him for some kind of reprieve, he merely patted the mattress and motioned with his head, for her to come sit next to him.
For Michael, this was every wet-dream, fantasy, and winning lottery number, rolled into one. He was amazed at his good fortune as he surveyed the room. His lovely mother was on all fours off to his side pumping his stiff rod with her oily, feverish fists. Her heavy double-d's bounced in a figure-eight pattern as she worked his cock like a butter-churn. He then took a long, slow, approving look at Jen. He was thoroughly amazed at the sight he beheld.
His own sister standing bare-chested and bare-footed in his bedroom watching, as his mother stroked and sucked his big tool. She just stood there transfixed, her eyes wide and seemingly glued to the action playing-out only three feet away.
For the first time, Mike took a good look at his kid-sister. She was nearly twenty years old now, and at one time he must have had some brotherly affection for her, but in the recent past she had only become an annoyance and someone that he had to support. It was his time and his chance to exact what he believed, was his revenge and he was about to demonstrate his control over them both. Now he saw her, literally, in a new light. Wearing only sun-faded pink sweatpants, with her toes nervously digging into the carpet, he could see the resemblance to her mom. Like Karen, she had long jet-black hair that she wore in bangs,the ends came just to her nipples. And those dark-brown nipples jutted-out from a pair of D's only one bra-size short of her mother's.
Mike's cock was straining harder than he could ever remember as he watched Jenny eyeing the scene. Mike motioned for Jen to drop her sweats and join them on the bed. She hesitated for only a second, before she recalled the delicate situation both mother and daughter were in. As Jenny curled her fingers into the cotton material and began to tug them over her hips, Michael exploded. His cock shot a volcano of sperm four feet in the air and all over his mother and himself. The thick goo rained down on them like a sticky shower and Karen giggled as she rubbed the milky resin onto her big tits and licked her fingers, greedily. She was wild with sensual fervor.
Jen was dumbfounded, her pants settled in a pile at her ankles, as Mike reached his hand out to her. She allowed him to pull her along side him on to the bed and let him guide her hand to his shiny, sticky cock. It laid like a snake on his belly. The veins exposed and the head swollen a deep red color. The tip still oozed cum as she cupped her tiny hand around it and felt the warmth and pulsing of it.
