Janna was frustrated in her bed. She tried going back to sleep but was so confused by her mother’s behavior.
She was also confused why she was getting more and more ok with her mother sucking on her dick. Of course, it wasn’t right. What got into her mom.
But that urge to “𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!” would override her.
This damn dick. It had a mind of its own. And the tendrils of its mind were getting it’s hooks into Janna’s mind.
As she lay in bed trying to go back to sleep, all that kept going on in her mind was her mother. Bent over. Begging for Janna’s cock.
“𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!”
She was hard again. Fuck! This was happening so much.
Janna’s hand absently went to her hardness. Absently pumping. Absently sliding her wet foreskin up and down over her shiny wet glans. Absently spreading her precum over her cockhead.
“𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!”
The pumping grew faster and faster. With her free hand she grabbed her left nipple. Twisted it. Tugged at it. Usually that would help her get off faster.
It worked on her vagina. This penis had other ideas on its mind.
Her hand dove down, and cupped her swollen balls.
Although she could feel her pussy between the testicles, her wetness soaking through the cleft in her sack that used to be her outer labia, she was more focused on gently shifting her balls back and forth against her palm, her hand pumping faster and faster on her cock.
“𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!”
She found herself getting “𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!” closer and closer to her climax. She “𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!” was surprised how intense a “𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!” penile orgasm was compared to her usual clitoral “𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!” ones. Rather than spreading over her body, it focused so much on her cock.
She felt the instinctual urge to go deeper, to press against her mom’s willing pussy. To fill her cunt with her seed. To “𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!”
As her hand dove to get a tissue to catch her explosion, she envisioned her mom getting filled. Her mom’s belly swollen with her seed. Her mom’s pussy slowly leaking her seed.
She barely got the tissue in time before a sizable load launched against it, coating her fingertips with it.
The smell of her cum was intoxicating. She still wasn’t used it it.
She got up. She couldn’t leave these in the waste basket, she discovered, or the smell would fill her room, cloud her own mind. She wondered if any once else could smell it. Her dad. Or her brother?
On thinking of them, the urge to “𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫!” presented itself. Filling her dad’s ass. Filling her brother’s mouth.
She shook her head clear. It’s the smell, she reasoned, that’s driving everyone crazy.
Earlier she’d resolved to flush the lust away. So she went to the bathroom to put the tissue down the toilet, wash her hands well, and maybe throw some cold water on her (more and more turgid as we speak) dick.
She walked to the bathroom, turned on the light, and was shocked by what she saw!
Her dad was in her bathroom, seated on her commode.
With a cheer sock in his mouth, sucking on her earlier pre-cum soaking.
And he was oblivious to her, jerking on his half-heard cock while he sucked on her sock.
Jenna decided she’d need to teach him a lesson.