But it was his mother who was being tantalized by his questing, delving tongue. Jenny stared down, watching her son's face grind into her groin. The dark charm of deception thrilled her and the depravity of incest embellished the hot sensations of his hungry mouth.

She clamped her smooth thighs around his head, holding him in a velvet vise. Then she parted her legs wide again, giving him free rein to wallow as he would. Tommy was not an experienced cunt-lapper, but what the lad lacked in training he more than made up for by enthusiasm.

She ground against him sensually, her fuck box beginning to flood. The wine bottle was nearly empty now and she spilled the last drops into her cunt hoping that he didn't get too drunk ta maintain his hard-on.

His lips glued to her cunt-gash and Tommy sucked the juice out of her, soaking it up like a sponge. He swallowed the last of the wine but kept on mouthing merrily away, drinking unadulterated cunt-juice voraciously.

The flow out of her cunt-juice was getting hotter and creamier as she surged toward the crest. Tommy seemed to be trying to shove his whole face up her fuck-hole as he sucked on her cunt-slot and swallowed her cunt-cum.

"Juice me, cousin Wanda?" he gurgled.

She whipped her cunt into his eager face, whimpering as the waves of ecstasy came pouring across her loins and her cum-cream gushed out lavishly.

He sucked and swallowed, gurgled and gulped, draining her off voraciously. Convinced that he was consuming his cousin's cunt-cum, he mouthed up his mother's pussy-milk.

Jenny shuddered at the peak, holding there and flooding out frantically. Then, with a sigh of contentment, she sank back along the couch.

Tommy kept on plating her pussy to make sure that he had sucked out every sweet drop.

When at last he lifted his head out of her groin, his jaws were dripping. She reached languidly down and stroked his cheek lovingly.