For a few days, an unedited version of chapter four was accidentally posted as chapter three, so you may not have read this version. A special thanks to the readers that pointed this out to me, and I am sorry for the confusion it caused.
Please enjoy the third chapter in this work of fiction. Mom's panty sniffing son is the youngest of the characters, and is nineteen years old. A special thanks to the volunteer editors who have helped me get this published —
Taylor VanCannon.
Darcy's alarm buzzed at 5:30 am. She smacked the snooze button and stretched out her legs, pressing a palm into her trimmed little mound. Surprised to find herself wet, she wondered who she had been dreaming about. Derrick? Dad? Mom? Fuck! She glanced back at the clock. Just enough time to get off, if she was quick enough.
She traced the moist lips of her pussy with the tip of her index finger, up and around the tiny hood of her hard clit, then back down the other side. Retracing the path several times, it felt good, but it left her a long way from an orgasm. She needed more. The memory of her brother, sniffing Mom's panties was fresh in her mind. But it was not his massive dick she craved; it was his nice soft tongue.
She paused at the entrance to his room, taking a moment for her eyes to adjust to the pale, early morning light. He was sprawled out on his bed, his covers kicked to the side, wearing only boxers. Moving closer, she could make out his hard cock protruding from the waistband of his shorts. She smiled to herself; what is it with guys and their morning wood? He was fast asleep.
She bent down and kissed the head of his cock, giving it several tender licks. He stretched, still unaware of her presence. She delicately lifted his cock and wrapped her lips around the head, gently sucking in an inch or two.
Moaning softly, he reached for his cock, bumping his hand into the back of her head. He bolted awake, confused, and then realized someone's moist lips were wrapped around the head of his cock. He caressed the back of the unseen head, pushing it down a little farther on his cock. His initial assumption was his mother, but her hair felt straight and fine, more like Darcy's.
She tossed a leg over his head and straddled him, keeping her lips locked around the head of his cock, and ground her pussy into his face.
He instantly recognized Darcy's downy muff pressed into his face. It definitely was not the unruly bush of his mother. His tongue darted into her, probing for her hard little button.
Darcy moaned softly when he found it, and gently humped his face. It was everything she had hoped for, moist, soft, with each flick sending waves of pleasure through her. She took in more of his cock, but was unable to concentrate, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was dishing out with his tongue.
He tapped the light on his nightstand, giving him a better view of her flawless ass. He spread her cheeks, exposing her tight little asshole. Without missing a beat on her clit, he scooched his fingertips to the crinkled edge of her pucker, gently stretching her open.
Edging closer to orgasm, Darcy pulled off his cock and rested her head on his thigh. She gently jacked his shaft, still wet with her saliva, just enough to keep him hard while she savored the ongoing assault between her legs.
Inspired by her moaning, Derrick increased the pressure on her clit and dug his fingertips into her asshole. She was bucking wildly, ready to explode.
She felt his fingers plunge deep into her snug asshole, driving her over the edge, unleashing a massive orgasm. She grunted loudly, grinding herself into his face, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure that could be had before collapsing onto his scrawny chest.
"Oh my God, Derrick," she whispered. "I needed that so bad. Thank you... thank you... thank you..."
"What about me?" he asked, when she started to climb off of him.
"I don't have time," she said, "and don't forget, you're going to get a crack at my ass later today, after work... with Mom."
"I know," he pleaded, "but you can't leave me like this. I'll be quick. I promise."
Knowing he would, she scooted towards his feet and lowered herself onto his cock. Her slippery cunt easily took him in, despite his massive size. She leaned forward, giving him a good look at her pussy, stretched open by his cock.
He placed his hands on her hips and began rocking her back and forth along the length of his hard cock, watching it slide in and out of her with a nasty slurping sound. He brought his thumbs into the crack of her ass, and opened her up, taking another peek at her tiny rosebud. He barely got his thumbs into her asshole when he felt a wave of pleasure bubble up from his balls.
Darcy moaned, almost cumming again when she felt him erupt deep inside her. She glanced at the clock as he discharged his gooey load into her. Fuck! Not enough time left for a shower, she'd have to go to work a sticky mess.
"Oh yeah," Derrick moaned, pumping the last of his seed into her.
Darcy slid off his cock, coating it with a mixture of their sticky juices. "Help me get cleaned up," she commanded, scooting back and planting her weeping pussy back on his face.
Derrick understood instantly, and began licking her oozing gash, gulping down all he could suck out of her.
She bent down to his cock, returning the favor, licking him clean of their combined juices.
"Now," she said, impatiently, "I've really got to get to work."
"I'll be waiting for you, Sis."
"Wouldn't miss it, Bro."
*****
Darlene woke before Daniel and watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept. It didn't take long for her mind to wander, playing out what she could look forward to when she got home early to meet Derrick and Darcy. She gently squeezed her already hard nipples as her imagination ran wild with the possibilities.
Daniel woke quietly, barely aware of the movement next to him. It took a moment for his eyes to focus on his wife, tugging on her hard nipples. He admired her ruddy complexion and sleep tousled auburn curls, and got aroused just imagining what she was thinking. He flashed his pearly whites when she became aware of his gaze. "A penny for your thoughts?" he asked.
She giggled, licking her lips. It'll cost you a lot more than a penny to know what I'm thinking.
"Let me guess," he said, "last night I helped you prepare a fresh pair of panties for Derrick, you know... the one with the big cock."
She turned and let her hand drift down his body, stopping at his not so soft cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Jealous?" she asked.
"Very," he replied, "and I haven't even seen it. I'm guessing that you plan on coming home early again today. When do I get in on this fun?"
"As I recall," she said, toying with his hardening cock, "you had plenty of fun last night."
"You know what I mean."
She did indeed, but was reluctant to give him her blessing. Shit! He was talking about fucking his own daughter. Her hand froze on his cock as she struggled for the right response. Somehow she had convinced herself that fucking her son was okay, but Daniel fucking Darcy, that was way over the line. How long could she keep up that ridiculous distinction?
Sensing her quandary, he said, "Okay, okay, I'll let it go for now."
"Thanks," she replied, knowing full well that it would come up again. She resumed stroking his cock, grateful to have dodged a bullet, for now. "So, yeah," she whispered, "I'm supposed to meet both of them, back here, later today."
"Going to tell me what you perverts have planned?" He instantly regretted that characterization.
She arched an eyebrow, "Perverts?"
"Sorry," he replied, trying to recover from his mistake, "like you said, I'm just a little jealous... and, a little distracted." He pumped his cock up into her hand for emphasis.
He had a lot to be jealous of. Her libido was in overdrive ever since she caught Derrick jacking off while sniffing her panties, and Daniel had done nothing but encourage her to go ahead and satisfy her son's curiosity. Yet, she was doing everything possible to deny him the same experience with his daughter, despite the fact that Darcy was the one who brought it up first. Softening her opposition, she said, "I know sweetie, just be patient with me, I'll come around."
That was all he needed to hear. "Tell me about what you have planned today."
