"Mmmmm," Susan murmured. "You taste as good as Bill's cock, honey. In fact, you taste good all over."
"You should know, Mother!" Tracy grinned, dipping her head to kiss the piss-hole of her brother's cock. "You've had your tongue on every part of me."
Susan lowered her face, sliding her tongue along her son's cock, tasting the heat of his throbbing prickshaft. Her eyes sparkled lewdly as she watched Tracy's tongue swirling about his smooth prickhead. Flicking it against Bill's balls, she opened her mouth wide and sucked them in. Her mouth was hot and wet, making her son groan and arch his hips up, trying to drive his cock into his sister's mouth.
"Suck my cock, Tracy!" he begged, twisting his hips as his mother sucked, hot and hungry, at his balls. "Come on, suck my cock!"
"You hush and relax," Tracy told him. "Let mother and me take care of this."
Susan ran her tongue about Bill's balls, clutching them with her fiery lips. Her nose pressed at the base of his cock as she slipped a hand underneath him, cupping a cheek of his ass. Tracy, a soft gurgle coming from her, rubbed her brother's cock about her cheek a moment, watching her mother sucking on his balls. Again, she gurgled, lifted her head and opened her lips wide. She flicked her tongue across Bill's piss-hole, tasting the oozing juices for a moment, then engulfed his cock with a moan of hunger.
Bill watched his sister sink downward on his cock, her lips sliding easily. He saw Tracy's mouth meet his mother's, and his cock was in her throat. Like her mother, Tracy gripped a cheek of Bill's ass, her fingers squeezing. He tried to reach and fondle their tits, but they were too far from him. He lay back, watching them, writhing his hips.
Susan mouthed her son's balls in delight, enjoying the way they felt and tasted in her mouth, watching her daughter moving her lips up and down his cock, sucking slowly but with pleasure. She dropped his balls from her mouth, then ran her tongue up her son's cock, swirling the tip along Tracy's lips. When Tracy released him, Susan made a sobbing sound and popped his cock into her mouth. Tracy dipped immediately to his balls. But instead of taking them into her mouth, she whirled her tongue around them swiftly, lapping greedily.
As Tracy and Susan began switching off, trading his cock and balls from mouth to mouth, Bill started moaning. "Somebody is gonna make me come! One of you is gonna get a fucking mouthful of come!"
Susan and Tracy heard him, and their mouths became more eager. Susan sucked up and down his cock once, then gave it to her daughter. Swinging his hard-on from one mouth to the other, they took turns sucking him. Their hands dug into the cheeks of his ass, and somebody was rubbing his asshole, but Bill didn't know who, nor did he care. A hand was cupping his balls and mouth after mouth devoured his throbbing cock. His vision was clouded, but he could clearly see them sucking him. He liked the way their tits smashed against his thigh and hip, he liked to watch them switch his cock from one mouth to the next, he liked the hand squeezing his ass and rubbing his asshole and he liked the hand holding and gently twisting at his balls. But most of all, he liked the way his cock entered a hot, wet mouth and the swirling tongue on his prickhead.
Both Susan and Tracy could feel Bill's cock throbbing in a more urgent manner. The increase of the dripping juices excited them, a message that Bill would soon be squirting thick and creamy come.
Neither his mother nor sister was sucking him now. As if by some unspoken consent, they were now licking the flat surfaces of their flaming wet tongues up and down his cock, from the base to the very tip. Their tongues would meet at his piss-hole then swirl about each other. The moans his mother and sister made sent rippling excitement through his body, and he arched his hips, trying to ram his cock into a mouth, either mouth. His balls were becoming tight, the come juice boiling inside them.
Up and down their tongues went, licking and tasting, probing at his taut cockflesh. A few times mother and daughter would lick at his balls, but then race their fiery tongues back up his pulsating prickshaft to his seeping prickhead. Each of them would run their tongues across his sensitive piss-hole, getting a taste of the slippery juices, then touch tongues briefly, only to repeat the process.
"I'm gonna come!" Bill shouted. "I'm about to come! Somebody better grab it!"
Both Susan and her daughter squealed, racing their tongues to the head of his cock, their foreheads touching as their tongues lapped and licked hotly at the smoothly swollen head of his cock. With a jerk, Bill came.
Thick jism erupted from the tip of his cock, splashing onto the upper lips of their wide open mouths. Again they squealed, each now fighting with swirling tongues to take the sweet come into their mouths.
Bill's cock spewed and squirted and gushed in a never ending stream of creamy sweetness, his balls writhing and his cock jerking. Come flew from the head of his cock, splashing onto their noses and tongues, even into their open mouths. Susan and her daughter kept squealing in ecstasy as they fought to drink up his gushing come. Both tongues licked his spurting piss-hole, now coated with the slippery came.
Bill lowered his ass when he finished, breathing hard. Susan's and Tracy's faces glistened with come. It was on their noses and chins and cheeks, with most dripping from their mouths. They looked at each other, giggled, and started licking the come from each other's face greedily.
Bill's cock softened beneath their chins, and when they stopped licking one another, each kissed his cock, slipping their tongue about his piss-hole to take up any come juice that might be left.
"Mmm," Susan whispered, sucking at her son's thigh. "You're about the luckiest guy around, you know that, Bill?"
"I know, Mother," he panted.
"Oh, I don't know about that," Tracy said. "I'd say all of us are pretty fucking lucky."
"Who needs that asshole neighbor," Susan laughed. "I've got the cock I want right here."
"As long as you share, Mother," Tracy said, her voice low and emotion filled. "As long as you share."
"Isn't that what it's all about, honey?" Susan said, kissing her daughter across her son's thighs. "Sharing, giving each other pleasure?"
"You're so right!"
"And no secrets," Tracy replied. "What about you, Bill?" she asked her son. "Are you going to share with us, too?"
He nodded eagerly, eyes bright. "I won't fuck it up like that guy, you can bet on that, Mother."
She laughed, a low throaty sound. "I wouldn't think you'd fuck it up, baby. You've got too much going for you here, with me and your sister."
Bill became pensive for a moment.
"What's the trouble, Bill?" Susan asked. "You look so deep in thought all of a sudden."
"Mother, I'd like… aw, shit!"
"Come on," she insisted, cupping his balls gently. "No secrets, remember?"
"You'll laugh," he said, "You and Tracy will laugh at me."
"I don't think so," Susan replied. "Tell us what's wrong."
A flush came over his face, but he blurted it out. "Mother, I wanna be… you know, what we did in the bathroom the other day."
For a moment Susan didn't know what he was talking about, then her eyes lit up. "You mean piss?"
Bill nodded his head.
"I think Bill wants to be pissed on," Tracy said, her voice showing excitement. "Is that what you want, Bill? You want me and mother to piss on you?"
Bill nodded again.
"Why, nothing is wrong with that, honey," Susan said, her eyes sparkling. "You saw how much I liked that. I'm not ashamed to say I love being pissed on, so why should you?"