Weekend Step Sister
By Leslie Schmidt
“Sam, no!” she said sleepily and pushed his hand away. Then she kicked at the covers and pushed her nighty back down.
Oh well, he’d just got a little feel of her clam through her panties before she woke up. He rolled onto his back and wrapped the sheet around his cock. She was warm against his arm but it was a bit difficult jerking off with his elbow against his side. He lifted his arm and sort of lay it across her shoulder and back as he stroked his dick.
“Sam, stop pushing on me like that, you woke me up,” she complained. She scooted to the side, away from him. In the dim light he could see her lift her head and push up on her arms, looking over at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Jerking off.”
She sat up and, in the process, uncovered his chest and stomach.
“Why are you doing that?”
He was on the plateau, feeling good but not really ready to cum yet. He pulled the covers down, off his hard-on and started jerking with his fist. “The sperm needs to come out of my cock, it comes out when I masturbate.”
“Mast-tur-bate?” she intoned, obviously not understanding.
“Yeah, guys make sperm down in their balls and it has to come out every couple of days or they’ll get real, kind of uncomfortable. I’ll only take a couple minutes more.”
His four-year-old step sister sat and watched in the night-light and the shaft of yellow from the hall. He looked at her, imagining her in the bath tub a couple of hours earlier. Her concern began to look like alarm as he breathed harder and his face got tense.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
“Oh no honey….it feels…really…g-good.”
Jerking off in front of his step sister was a fantasy he’d had for several months now, ever since his mother had come home and announced she was re-marrying. Now, with the parents gone for a long weekend, Sam intended to make the most of his time alone with the sexy four-year-old.
It just happened that the shaft of light from the hall fell across his midsection, lighting his enraged dick in the darkness. She sort of jumped, startled, when a stream of jez shot up and then plopped down on his belly. Her eyes got huge as more white goo pumped out of his cock and ran down over his hand into his crotch.
“Sammy! Did you go potty on yourself!?” she asked in shock.
“No, I just came,” he said. His voice was a bit thick. He sat up.
Using the un-spermed hand he reached over and turned on the bad lamp. Then he showed her his gooey fingers. “See, that’s sperm, not potty.”
He took a corner of the sheet and started wiping his hand, then turned to her so they were both sitting, facing each other.
“Guys make sperm down here, in their balls.” He pointed at the boys that were huddled below his now softening but still oozing dick. There was a small pool of slime on the sheets were some had dripped. “It needs to come out every day or so or my balls begin to ache.”
She looked with a combination of curiosity and aversion, sort of like when she saw a toad in the grass. “Why does it come out?” she asked.
“Well,” he smiled, “it’s really for you, or for girls you see. It’s supposed to go in girl’s bellies, in the slit between your legs. It’s really good for girls and helps them become mommies.”
Then he had an idea. “Or, you can swallow it after I shoot it in your mouth. Either way it gets in your belly so when you have babies they’ll be healthy and strong and pretty like you.”
She looked back down at his cock. “I think it’s ucky.”
“Well, I’m sure your daddy put a lot of sperm in your mommy because you’re such a pretty little girl,” he responded.
Her expression was skeptical but she didn’t say anything for a few moments. Then the girl lay back down and nestled her head in the pillow. “Can we go to sleep now?”
With a shrug, Sam turned off the lamp and lay down, then pulled the covers over them. He reached over and pulled the little girl against him, his cock rubbed against her flannel night gown, his hip on the wet from his cum. She made a contented moaning noise, then turned her head away from him and put her thumb in her mouth.
Sam lay there, still horny but decided not to push it with his little half-sister—he’d have plenty of time to get in her pants over the few days. A few minutes later he went into the bathroom and jerked off again, then cuddled up to her and slept for the rest of the night.
The next day he wanted to go to the beach. It was really still cool, and the water would be cold, but there was a nice sun and it would be warm laying in the sand.
“Go get your bathing suit,” he told her as he headed down into the basement to get the beach chairs and a cooler. When he came back up stairs she was in her room. She had the bottoms on but was having trouble figuring out the top.
Shit he thought, he’d been too slow and had missed seeing her naked.
“Here, let me help you,” he said and the half naked girl handed him the tangled piece of nylon. It actually took him a few moments to figure it out. One of the ‘cups’ had gotten turned inside-out so the lining wanted to be in the front. He had to push the fabric back where it belonged through a small hole where a seam had cum undone. Then he dressed her in jeans but no other top—she was incredibly sexy in the bikini top, pants and flip-flops.
Sam was pleased that her father had good taste in bathing suits. It was an electric blue two piece and he was pretty sure it’d show a decent camel toe if it got wet.
At the beach he did manage to get her out of the jeans but she came running back as soon as the foam had swirled around her feet.
“The water’s too cold!” she said. They lay on towels for a while in the sun but soon the 65-degree air chilled them both and she pulled her pants back on. It was only an hour or so since they’d arrived before he was putting the chairs and cooler back in the trunk of his step dad’s Lexus.
“Let’s walk along the boardwalk,” he suggested. It WAS spring break and, despite the cool temperatures there were still many bikini-clad babes on the beach. In the first surf shop he found a long sleeved t-shirt with Anna on the front and “Frozen” in block letters down the sleeves. He spent $28 of the $150 his mother had given him to entertain the four-year-old.
Now they were warm enough and they walked down the boardwalk eating caramel popcorn. They ran into one girl who’d been in his Calculus class last semester and he did see a guy who lived down the hall in the dorm but he was playing volleyball and didn’t see Sam. Generally, they didn’t get much notice except that he corrected the elderly lady in the popcorn shop that she was his little sister, not his daughter.
“Oh how sweet of you to take care of your little sister,” she’d said.
“Well, I think she’s pretty sweet,” Sam responded.
“You’re really lucky to have such a nice big brother,” she’d told the child.
She didn’t respond, only put her arm around his legs and hugged him, pressing her cheek against his hip.
They had lunch at a Peter Piper’s Pizza and then spent the afternoon hanging around the house. When they got home Sam wanted a shower to get the bit of sand and salt he’d collected off. After he dried off, he walked into the living room naked, just to see what the girl’d do. She didn’t seem to notice and it was cool in the house so he pulled on a pair of sweats and tee shirt but went commando.
While she watched TV and played video games he worked on a term paper in sociology. Toward evening he got up enough courage to go on line and see if mid-term grades were posted. He was elated to see he had three As and a B. The grade in his Cellular Biology class wasn’t posted yet—not a surprise as the professor was old, tenured and didn’t think he had time for undergrads, especially the freshmen in a 100 level course.
That evening Sam watched her in the bath, enjoying the feeling of his half hard-on in his sweats. He’d occasionally rub it or feel the head through the fleece cotton of his sweats. After the bath she ran around the house naked for a while, but she went into her bedroom and came out in her flannel nightgown before she joined him to watch TV.
This time he’d raided the liquor cabinet and there was some rum in his coke. His sister took a sip. “That tastes funny,” she said.
“I put some of your daddy’s rum in it,” he responded.
The four-year-old didn’t understand what that meant, she drank some more when he handed the glass back to him. “Do you like it?”
She took another sip and got a speculative look on her face as she moved the drink around in her mouth. She swallowed, then took another sip. “It’s not very good,” she said and crinkled her nose.
“Do you want one without rum?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure honey,” he replied with a laugh. He went to the kitchen and, as he poured the remainder from the bottle into a plastic cup with some ice, he wondered if she’d be testing the taste of something else, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing.
That’s when he remembered the vodka. A half shot in the cup of coke aught to be enough.
At first, the booze made her a little giggly but after twenty minutes her speech was slurred and she was toddling like she had a year younger. Then, after a while longer, she got sleepy and stretched out across his lap and chest, her butt on his left hip and her head cradled on his right chest and arm. He had his right hand on her thigh and, as she relaxed and began to very lightly snore, he pulled the nightgown up and slid his hand under it. His heart went into overdrive as he ran his finger along her panties and felt the shape of her four-year-old clam through the cotton. He was about to try to move his hand under them when she stirred.
“I want to go to bed,” she said.
“In a little while,” he responded in a raspy voice.
She didn’t seem to notice his hand in her crotch, she just made an agreeable grunt and nodded as she nestled her cheek against his chest and stuck her thumb in her mouth.
With his heart pounding in his throat, Sam slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties. The skin in her crotch was smooth and warm. He moved his fingers down and felt the dimple at the top of her slit with the end of his index finger. But, since the little girl was sitting, her thighs were up and pressed together.
Sam relaxed his arm and the child sank back. His elbow rested on the arm of the sofa and her head slid down there. Her head turned away, there was a wet line of drool across her cheek, and her thumb slipped out of her mouth—she stirred and opened her eyes, up with a rather vacant blue-eyed stare. She turned her head and her thumb found its way back to her mouth. Her lips, jaw and throat worked at sucking it.
For a moment the thought of his cock being there instead of her thumb crossed Sam’s mind and his cock surged against the small of the child’s back.
She was asleep again.
When she lay back his hand had pulled out of her panties and he couldn’t reach it again, with the right. Using his left hand, he pulled down on the elastic of the cotton, uncovering her soft white pussy lips. He worked them down at the sides and she stirred again when he moved her around to pull them out from under her butt and down to her knees. He worked them down to her ankles and then off one of her feet.
Sam looked down at the somnolent girl. He pushed her night gown up and uncovered her flat chest. Her nipples were tiny pink patches, small buttons with only a pinhead size pimple in the middle. He rubbed one with the pad of his finger, then froze as the child took a deep breath and turned her head.
He put a dab of spit on the end of his finger, then started rubbing her right nipple in a gentle circle. Both the baby-girl titties contracted and became hard. Sam almost forgot to breath as he again wetted his finger with a generous portion of spit, then ran it along the four year olds pussy slit.
The spongy lips moved apart as his finger slid in between. Curious, he used two fingers to part them and looked at her pink clit and thin inner lips below. Leaning forward, Sam worked his arm out from under the child’s head, laying it gently on the sofa arm.
He spread the girl’s pussy lips further, opening her vagina. Inside she was pink and white. There was a translucent membrane closing off the lower portion—itself white with hair thin blood vessels. In the folds between her clit, inner lips and outer lips was some cheesy smegma. He held her pussy open with one hand and licked the pinky of the other, then pushed his fingertip at the opening. The girl stirred again as his fingertip went into her vagina up to the top of his nail. It was tight and he certainly didn’t want to de-flower the child. He moved his finger around a bit but then pulled it away. Her vagina was now stretched open a little.
Again he wetted his finger but this time he just massaged her tiny pointed clit, moving along her slit. She pulled in a deep breath and rocked her hips slightly, then opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Why are you doing that?” she asked in a sleepy voice.
“Does it feel good?”
She looked up and the ceiling and took another breath. “Yeah,…I guess so…” Her eyes slowly closed and she again rocked her hips. As he rubbed her clit she sighed and rocked her hips again and put her thumb back in her mouth. She sucked on it hard, making squishing noises around it but then seemed to go back to sleep in spite of having Sam’s fingers in her crotch.
Sam’s cock was rock hard against the child’s back—his balls were aching as they filled with sperm. With an idea, Sam gently picked the girl up and struggled out from under the child onto his knees while he turned and lay her on the couch. Now she was spread out in front of him, completely naked except for her night gown bunched up around her shoulders. He ran one hand over her baby-flat chest while he fingered her soft pussy lips with the other. She seemed to be sound asleep, not reacting at all.
He lifted her right leg, bending her knee and leaning it against the back of the couch. Then he pulled her other leg toward him so her knee was over the edge and her foot against his knee. Again he spread her tiny pussy lips and this time he was able to get a real close look at her parts. With one of his fingers he collected the sticky smegma on his finger tip. It really didn’t have a smell and it spread on his fingers like soft wax. He wiped his fingertip on his pants.
He wet his finger and rubbed the girl’s clit. She breathed hard and rocked her hips again but didn’t open her eyes—just kept her thumb in her mouth. Again he pushed his pinky fingertip into her vagina. This time it slid easily inside her until he could feel the resistance of her cherry. He leaned down and ran his tongue along her slash.
The girl moved around some, humping some and sucking harder on her thumb. She lifted her knees and pulled her left foot up so her crotch was even more open. She stated flaring her hips in a regular motion.
Sam kept up with the girl, raising and lowering his head while he moved his finger in and out of her vagina. She had her head pushed back, so he couldn’t see if her eyes were open, but she was beginning to move a lot and breath harder while still sucking on her thumb. Then, after maybe half a minute of this, she caught her breath and pulled her thumb out of her mouth, slamming her hand down by her side. She humped hard into Sam’s face, even lifting her ass off the sofa before she pushed his face (and hand) away from her cunt.
She looked down at her brother with alarm. “I have to go potty,” she said and quickly squirmed off the couch, then ran toward the hallway.
Sam stood up, his cock made a tent in his sweats. He pushed them down; there was a wet spot against the waist band from his oozing precum. After stepping out of them he followed.
There was tinkling in the toilet when she looked up and her face took on an alarmed expression at the sight of Sam’s fully engorged, ram straight cock. He had his hand wrapped around the shaft and was stroking himself.
“Did you like me licking your pussy?” he asked, his voice rough, almost chocking at the metallic taste of adrenalin in his mouth.
The girl didn’t say anything as she watched a drop of precum stretch out from the end of his cock, brake, and fall to the floor.
The tinkling had stopped and Sam walked over to stand in front of the girl. She eyed his cock with concern. At least Sam was thinking enough to know that if he shoved his dick into her mouth she’d be scared. Instead he lifted the toddler off the toilet and sat her on the counter next to the sink. She let him lift her nighty off over her head and shook out her short blonde hair.
“I’m going to lick your pussy again, OK?” he asked as he tried to calm his voice.
The girl shrugged.
He pulled her hips until her ass was on the edge and knelt down. Her pussy was wet with piss, a drop was running down her ass.
Sam grabbed some toilet paper and dried her off.
“Need to clean up before I lick you,” he said with a forced smile. Then, after dropping the paper in the toilet and flushing, he held her gaze as he lowered his mouth to her baby girl cunt.
The girl was leaning back on her hands and watched with her mouth agape as his tongue found her slit. She smelled and tasted like piss but Sam didn’t mind, it was a light smell, even a little alcoholic from the vodka passing through.
After half a minute of having her crotch licked, the child fell back onto her elbows, putting her head against the mirror and lifting her legs some. Meanwhile, Sam had one hand on her hip and was jerking off with his other, trying to build the cum.
As his step-sister started to rock her hips, getting ready for another toddler orgasm, Sam too was ready to blow. He stood up and started rubbing his cock along the little hairless clam as she looked up at him with her mouth open and her legs pulled up, knees swaying in the air.
Sam pumped precum onto the four-year-old’s pussy, making it shiny and slippery. She was pushing her hips up to meet the underside of his cock as he reached the top. Sam used the fingers of one hand to spread the little lips and open her tiny vagina as he nestled the end of his dick at the opening and stroked himself over the edge.
The little girl’s eyes got huge as she felt Sam pumping her tiny sex full of sperm. First it filled the tiny tube of her vagina, then pushed on into her walnut size womb, filling her infantile baby factory with swimmers at least eight years early.
Sam was experiencing the most exquisite ejaculation he’d ever had as he pumped her full—only after the fifth or sixth shot did any of his love goo appear in the cracks beside his baby sister’s clit and pussy lips to then pool in the dimple at the top of her slit.
With each stroke he pushed against the girl’s cunt which stretched around the end of his dick head, forming a seal against the pressure of his cum. Sam grunted and had to concentrate to stand up as the girl was filled.
Finally, with his head thrown back and his legs shivering, sweat running down his back and chest, it came to an end, subsiding into a warm blanket of release. Sam took a deep breath as he still held his cock against the girl’s tiny cunt. Then he relaxed and pulled his cock away.
The girl looked up at him, her mouth open and eyes round but then she bent forward and looked at her crotch. As she lifted up a stream of semen squeezed out of her vagina and ran down into her ass crack. She furrowed her brow and pursed her lips, looking a bit exasperated.
“Are you done now?” she asked as Sam stood there, dripping dick in hand.
Sam was still shaking, his mouth was dry and vision darkened. “Uhh,…yeah…” he croaked.
The girl sat up, more cum ran onto the counter top, and she stretched her arms over her head. “I’m sleepy,” she said.
Sam lifted her down and she picked up her nighty.
“It’s wet,” she complained, holding up were some sperm had dripped onto the flannel.
“You don’t need that,” he responded as he took it out of the child’s hands. “It’s getting warmer tonight.”
They walked hand-in-hand down the hall to Sam’s room.
“Am I going to sleep here tonight?” She looked up at him.
“Yeah, climb into bed.”
Sam noticed that her ass crack and the backs of her thighs were wet with sperm as she crawled up on the bed. He covered her up but was way too keyed up to sleep now. He kissed her forehead and then she rolled onto her stomach without a word.
He went back into the kitchen, still not really believing what he’d done. The sight of his cock filling the toddler’s cunt with his juice kept running through his mind. His heart was pounding and his hands shook as he picked up the bottle of vodka and took a swig
He’d never slammed a drink like that before and the alcohol burned its way down his throat and into his stomach. He gasped for breath, tasting the fumes on his breath and trying not to burp because he knew that’d lead to puking. Ten seconds later he slammed another gulp of the Hortitsea, this time shaking his head to clear it.
He went back into the living room as he tried to ignore his churning stomach. He collapsed in a chair and stared across the room at the blank TV screen and took six or seven deep breaths. He looked down at his soft cock—returned to its regular size and now dry.
“Holy fuck, I can’t believe I did that…” he muttered.
In high school, he’d fucked a couple of girls, one several times, but this, this over-the-line sex with a toddler was way more exciting than any girl he’d ever gotten beyond first base with. His memory of her straight and smooth lines, hairless body, and how her tiny size made her so light and easy to move around made his cock start to swell (again!). He wrapped his hand around his member and started to stroke.
He just had to see the girl again as cum started to pressurize in his nuts. Holding his turgid member he walked back to his room. He stood over the bed and kept jerking off as he watched the four-year-old sleeping. She was on her side now and so asleep that her thumb hand fallen out of her mouth. Her lips were open and there was a wet spot of drool on the sheet under her cheek. Sam slowly pulled the sheets down, uncovering the naked girl, so he could admire her baby-sexiness as he got ready to cum a third time.
He was thinking that he’d just cum, maybe dripping his semen on the child but then the site of her relaxed, open mouth was too much. As the cum started to boil behind his balls, Sam climbed onto the bed, next to her on his knees.
Holding the headboard with one hand for support, he bent down and put the end of his rod against her mouth. She didn’t seem to notice, just took a deep breath, so he moved his cock a little from side to side to open her lips and position the tip.
He was only able to muster a little bit of sperm but he did dribble it out into the girl’s mouth. She stirred and rolled onto her back and Sam stayed with her as the last few drops of cum dripped into her mouth. He lifted up, trying not to pass out and fall on the girl.
She moved her mouth around, making some white goo run down the side of her face, but then reached up and wiped her face. With her eyes closed a concerned look passed over her face. She swallowed but then rolled onto her other side and started sucking her thumb again.
All Sam could do was slide in next to the girl as he reached out and turned off the bed lamp. His cock left a smear of wet down her back. He wrapped his arms around the tiny one and pressed his deflating cock against her ass crack. Just before he fell asleep he thought about his sperm in her stomach and her cunt.
The light in the morning hurt but he could hear the TV in the living room and knew he had to get up. The clock read 9 as he stumbled to the bathroom and pissed for an age. He went into the living room.
“Good morning,” he said to the little one sitting on the couch.
“Breakfast?” she responded. She had put her night gown on and had her knees pulled up under her chin. Sam could see under the hem that she hadn’t found any panties
“Sure, come on,” he said as he walked to the kitchen.
They munched on Honeynut Cheerios with blue berries as Sam considered how he was going to get the preschooler to suck his cock. She’d already tasted cum, albeit in her sleep, but now he intended to get her to truly suck him off (something he’d experienced only once before). It’d have to be this morning as the parents were do home a little after noon.
It really wasn’t too tough. Just after breakfast they settled together on the couch watching cartoons. Sam was still naked and the little one was in her nighty with no panties. Her hair was a mess.
“Honey, go get your brush and I’ll do your hair,” Sam said.
The little one dutifully went into the bathroom. She took longer than he’d expected but then he heard the toilet flush and she came out with a Disney “Frozen” hairbrush. She stood in front of Sam, first facing him, (looking down at his half-hard cock) then with her back turned, as he brushed her rather short blonde hair. When he was done she easily settled back, sitting on his lap, as he drew her toward him.
His heart started beating faster with the feeling of the light and warm four-year-old made his cock start to swell. He positioned her so that her legs were apart, falling down outside his. He pulled her small frame against his chest, marveling at the bird-like ribs and her flat chest in his hands.
She took a deep breath and sort of wiggled, getting comfortable in his lap and moving his swelling cock so it was between her ass cheeks under the gown. Only a couple of minutes later, Sam moved his hand up between her legs and ran his finger along her pussy crack.
“Why are you doing that?” she asked.
“Does it feel nice?” Sam responded.
“Ah, I guess so.”
“Did you like it when I licked you last night?” he asked.
She leaned forward and looked over her shoulder at him with a smile. “Yeee…eeessss,” she giggled.
“Climb down and I’ll lick you again.”
She slid off his lap and onto the floor, turning and sitting with her knees up as she leaned back on her hands. Sam’s cock was standing up, not raging hard yet but definitely rising.
“You need to take your nighty off,” Sam said as he climbed down into his knees.
She worked it out from under her ass, then pulled it over her head and dropped it beside her. As Sam crawled toward her she leaned back on her elbows and lifted her feet off the floor. He bent down, his ass pointing up in the air, and started to lick the toddler’s pussy.
She lay all the way back, making a snickering sound, and waved her legs in the air as her big brother settled his face into her crotch. She put her hands on his cheeks, rubbing them and directing him as she made some short humps up against his mouth.
It was only a few minutes before she was pushing hard into his face. Her feet were on the carpet, tucked under his shoulders, as she waved her knees up and down and pressed against his face with the insides of her thighs. Sam had his hands up underneath himself and was using his thumbs to spread her tiny pussy open so he could lick and, with pursed lips, suck on the tiny clit. He also pushed the tip of his tongue into her tiny vagina.
At first she really did taste and smell kind or rank. Her pussy still had traces of his rotting sperm and she had just pissed and not done too good a job of wiping herself after. She even farted a couple of times but that didn’t stop Sam from getting the little girl off about three times before he came up for some (fresh) air.
He got up on his knees and straightened up as the girl lay, her legs still spread, her feet near his knees. She was panting, flushed pink and there were even some beads of sweat on her face and chest.
“You need to make my sperm come out now,” Sam said in a shaky voice.
He reached out and pulled the preschooler up so she was sitting in front of him, looking straight at his cock.
He took her hands and wrapped them around his shaft. “You need to suck it out so it’ll all go in your tummy.”
The four-year-old looked up with a bit of a scared expression, her eyes wide. Sam put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in. As he leaned her forward she opened her mouth.
At first she just took him in, not at all deep, just rubbing his head with her lips.
“Suck it deeper honey, so all the sperm comes out and you can drink every drop.”
She moved around and got on her knees, at the same time Sam straightened up. She had both hands wrapped around his shaft and Sam started to hump into her face.
“Oh god that feels so good,” he croaked as he caressed the child’s face and ran his fingers into her hair.
She bobbed and sucked for three or four minutes before she let to and looked up. As string of precum broke between them.
“When is it going come out?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair back from her cheek.
“Soon dear,” Sam gasped as she pushed her back onto his dick.
“Move your hands like this,” he said as he directed them to stroke the shaft while she held his head and a couple of inches in her mouth.
He was pushing his cock in and out of her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat. It seemed like he was actually getting a little bigger, but still the head was sponge like, not as hard as the shaft that her fingers were around. Occasionally a bit of warm goo would come out of him into her mouth—it really didn’t have any taste but it was kind of slimy.
Sam was now standing straight up on his knees and the girl just had to bend down a little to take his cock. He was humping into her, holding her shoulders and sometimes wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck as cum built.
She was about to pull away again, getting kind of bored with this, when she felt him shiver.
“Oh fuck, suck it, suck it,…suck it….,” he groaned as he thrust forward.
It was sort of like when you bight into some chocolates…suddenly the little girl’s mouth was full of a warm goo. He pulled back, then thrust back in, spewing more seed into the toddler’s mouth. Some spurted out onto the top of his dick.
This time he did push too far in and the child gagged on him and pushed away. Another shot of sperm hit her squarely in the face, on the bridge of her nose and splashed onto her cheeks.
“Drink it dear,” Sam gasped as he pulled her back onto his cock, pushing through her lips and emptying the last of an enormous load onto her tongue.
She looked up at him with huge eyes and a sperm covered face, her lips still wrapped around his cock, and swallowed. Then she pulled back, cum dripped off his cock onto her thighs. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You need to drink all of it dear,” Sam said as he held her hand.
She looked skeptically at the white goo on the back of her hand but then put it to her mouth and licked it off.
“Your face too,” Sam said as he wiped the load that was running down her right cheek and offered her his finger.
With a disgusted look, she licked that too and then swallowed.
“It tastes gooey,” she said with a sour expression.
“Well, it’s good for you honey,” he responded.
She turned away, then got up and walked toward the kitchen.
The parents arrived at two and Sam’s mother gave him a ride back to the University. Sam didn’t know why but his mother seemed really happy about something—more than just having spent the weekend shacked up with Jack—they’d done that a lot over the past couple of years.
As they pulled onto campus she said, “Honey, I’ve got a bit of an announcement.”
“Uh…” Sam said as he reached over to the back seat to grab his pack.
She put her hand on his arm.
“I’m pregnant son,” she said with a smile.
Sam was shocked. He stopped and looked at his mom.
“Wow,” he said. “That’s cool.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she said. “Do you want a little brother?”
Sam sort of laughed. “Well, actually mom, another little sister would be neat.”
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