Tommy raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"Yes, you lovely boy," she purred, understanding the query in his look. "I'll suck you off now and then you can fuck my cunt to jelly!"
Tommy groaned at the prospect of putting his prick in his nomadic cousin's mouth and cunt.
And his mother whimpered at the thought of swallowing her son's spunk and having her fuck box stuffed full of his throbbing teenaged cockmeat.
Neither of them wanted any interruptions now.
But where was Belinda?
"Maybe we'd better go up to your bedroom, Tommy in case your sister gets home," she suggested.
And they did.
And, soon enough, Belinda did get home…
CHAPTER NINE
As soon as they were in Tommy's bedroom, with the door closed, they both removed all of their clothing and stood, facing each other in mutual admiration.
Jenny was longing for her son's youthful prick and hot, thick fuck-juice.
And Tommy wondered, vaguely, why his cousin's curvaceous body was so lighter in tone than her painted face. But he suspected nothing and figured that a gypsy woman probably avoided the sunlight on her body, but couldn't avoid exposing her face to the darkening rays.
They moved to the bed and lay down, embracing. Her red lips ground to his and she moaned, tasting her own wine-flavored cunt cum on his tongue.
She licked his lips, demonstrating the nimble action that her tongue would soon be making on his cock, making the youth shudder in anticipation.
Then Jenny began to lick down his stomach. She flicked at his belly button. Her pink tongue rustled through his pubic thicket. He thrust his cock up but she avoided it for the moment, moving on down and licking slowly up the insides of his thighs.
"Suck my prick, cousin Wanda!" he moaned.
"Oh, yes I'll suck your sweet young prick, Tommy I'm hungry for your jizz," she purred. "But I like to take my time over a blowjob."