But it was hardly satisfying.

It was only a substitute cock – and it was her son's living prick she was longing for.

She pulled the cock out of her cunt and shoved the fat knob into her mouth. She sucked greedily, pretending that she was sucking Chuck's sweet, delicious teenaged cock – and that her own cunt-cream, as she tasted it on the dildo, was her daughter's pussy-nectar.

Frostie was still feasting, relishing the randy cock and savoring the succulent slime.

"Glubbbb – gulppppp!" she sputtered.

Chuck humped into her mouth, hosing her. His juice was painting her palate and spraying her cheeks. Her tongue was soaking it up like a sponge.

He began to falter, missing a stroke and losing the beat, his thrusts becoming irregular. "Don't stop, Chuck! More – more!" the gluttonous cum-drinker whined on his cock-knob. "Keep shooting off, baby! Drown me with the fucking staff!"

Then her passionate pleas were choked off as he clogged her throat on another thrust.

At last he was finished.

He stopped humping and stood with his head and shoulders back and his loins heaved out, his limber body bridged into an arch. His prick was still in her mouth.

She kept on sucking and bobbing up and down, milking out the dregs. More jizz dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her heaving tits.

The blow-job was over.

But it was quite obviously only the first act in an ongoing drama.

And their mother was going to stay till the end.

CHAPTER THREE

Frostie kept on munching her brother's drained cock for a while. His balls were hanging loose and slack now, all of his cum spent for the moment, but his cock was still fat and firm in her mouth – standing in rampant testament to his teenaged potency.