Tom held onto my hair for dear life, his hips rocking in time with my lips. I was becoming convinced he’d forget to withdraw, but didn’t really... mind. As I’ve said before, I love the taste of spunk, and my brother’s was pretty special. Just the Tom pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible plop. His prick was bouncing up and down with a life of its own. He let go of my hair with his right hand and grasped his shaft. I looked on mesmerised as he gripped the shaft, and. “Fuck!” Michael hollered, his eyes now on Autumn. She slid her mouth down further taking his entire cock into her mouth. Michael placed his hands on either side of her head, and wrapped his fingers in her silky strands. She paused at the base of his shaft and just looked at him. “Oh fuuuck!” Michael growled. With that she began to slide her mouth up and down taking his whole cock, again and again. She continued to massage his balls with one hand and with the other she quickly moistened her. Neither of us had gotten much sleep. If we went anywhere, she was the one who had to drive. She needed her rest.I scooted over toward the couch, attempting to slip out from under her.Jordan moaned lightly. Her hand slid up my abs and over my chest to hook over my other shoulder. Then she snuggled against me and continued to snooze.I was wide awake, aroused and scared. My chest was as sensitive as it had been yesterday. Some part of me must have hoped that it was either a dream or some other. But every time I rub it, I get lucky."She snickered, amused by my rather insipid double entendre. She opened her legs, challenging me to prove whether I could walk the walk as well as talk the talk. I accepted the task, kissing her briefly before disappearing beneath the covers, kneeling between my mother's outstretched legs. Shrouded in darkness, I relied on my sense of touch and the scent of her arousal to guide me to her cleft, working at her with my mouth, tounge, and teeth. By now, we were.