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Rob's attention remains on his mother, who, for the longest time, had actually been the center of attention when he was growing up. All of his friends would often comment on how amazing she looked, having the widest hips and the biggest breasts of any of the local moms. In fact, in high school, she had won the unofficial “milfiest mom" competition held by the student body, and today, he gets to cash in on that honor.

One of her hands presses to his chest, keeping him away from her for just a bit, making sure he had to fight to get those kisses in. Though her tongue teases at his lips, he lets out a needy groan, having been so teased by her. But her other hand slides down along his body, fingers quickly and expertly snapping the button of his shorts. His manhood shifts slightly under the increased room, tenting his boxers more. She pinches the top of them and yanks them down, letting his hardened member bounce out with little effort on their part.

The elastic waistband rubs against his balls a little bit, making him itch, but he doesn't reach down and adjust, because his mom leans in, kissing at his chest as her fingers stroke underneath the now exposed head.

He tilts his head back, closing his eyes, shuddering in this excitement that washes over him.

Mother slides down from her seat, leaving him propped up with his hands on the arms, his legs spread as far as his pants would allow. She gets on her knees in front of him and wraps her fingers around the shaft. Letting out a little chuckle, she presses her lips to her son's tip, then pulls back, a loud suckling smack filling the room.

His whole body shudders, but just for a moment, as he grips the bed harder. He pants, lowering and shaking his head. “D… damn…"

She tuts and shakes her finger, giving his sac a tiny little pinch. She follows this up with wrapping her lips around the head once more, and this time, pushing deeper, wiping some of her lipstick off onto his skin. As she pushes forward down her son's shaft, mother groans from the back of her throat, moving her free hand down between her legs to tend to the sensitive and excited nether regions.

Louder slurps come from her lips as she pulls back, letting her lips separate from the now glistening head. Rob's panting only increases as he grits his teeth, his nostrils flaring at his increased pleasure mounting within him. Soon, the pearly discharge of precum oozes out of his hole, causing his length to quiver in excitement.

Mother takes this opportunity now to have a little fun. She moves her hands away from his length and gives him a quick wink. He,

looking down with one eye closed, grunts out a quick questioning sound, but soon, both eyes widen as he watches her move her hands down along her sides, and then back up, resting on the top of her bountiful breasts before she slides her palms to the sides and presses them together.

Often, when the summer got hot, he would notice that she would forgo a bra in the house. When he was a kid, he would often rest his head on those lovely pillows. His body also remembers a time when he would obtain his most pressing desire from them, suckling the milk from her tits. There was a time when she was his whole world, and now, he feels that feeling again, yet for a completely different set of needs.

He licks his lips and adjusts himself, his cock head sliding down against her squishy chest, drizzling his pre down along her flesh. Soon, the head finds itself tracing the crack made by her arms squishing her breasts together. He licks his lips and pushes forward, feeling how her warm breasts object at first, but soon yield, letting his rod fit in the space between them.

“Oooh… oh momma…" he says, shuddering as he slides his cock up and down her body. His skin rubs against hers, giving his cock an extra tug of pleasure as the head moves its way up and past the peak.

Mother giggles when she sees his cock poking out and leans in letting her tongue lick at the pearled tip. He pulls back, and she pouts, but soon he thrusts up once more to give her that scene. Again, she licks at it, giving the thrust one final note to make each and every push worth it. Not that it wasn't worth it at all. If given the chance, he'd take all day just to fondle and caress his mother's breasts, to lay on those pillows again, and to be lost in the charm of them.

But mother has other plans, and even as he finds himself getting closer, edging, even, she moves her hands away, letting her breasts spill free, and lose their traction against his meat.

Rob gasps, whimpering slightly, but she scoots out of the way, her hand placed upon his thigh and pushing him around. Rob blinks, but turns, seeing his sister on the bed, sitting upon her father's shaft. Amy looks to him with her bedroom eyes and curls her finger in, patting on the bed next to the two of them.

Mother stands up, grabbing a hold of Rob's arm, leading him over

to the bed to join the rest of the family. When she sits down, she does so at the edge and pats the space next to her.

Rob chuckles and walks on up, plopping down on the bed and placing his hand on his mom's thigh, giving it a squeeze. That's when Amy leans over and nuzzles against his shoulder, letting him know that this exciting time is far from over.

He reaches up himself, fingers grazing the skin on his sister's cheek. She stops and looks up to him, her hair falling so that both eyes clearly can stare into his own. Half-lidded, they show a desire, but also something else—understanding and love. This may be them having fun, but family is still family. He smirks and leans in, brushing his lips against hers. She shudders, but then returns the gesture in soft little kisses. The token of love they give reminds both siblings of times as little ones, playing pretend and taking on the roles of husband and wife, mommy and daddy. Rob touches his sister's shoulders, feeling her smooth skin under his fingers and pulls himself in closer to her, so that the two can kiss properly.