Angrily

"Mom!" he half shrieked, his hands going from instinctively pushing Clair down on his dick while he consciously tried to gently pull her off to frantically trying to get her off of him. "Um, that is, this.... ahh!" As Matt stammered, as Clair plunged down even further, taking him almost to the root.

"Clair! What are you doing?!" cried Sarah, marching towards them angrily.

Clair pulled back slowly, swirling her tongue and twisting her head, pressing her lips tightly around his dick until it was all the way out, her hands coming back up to pump him as she turned her head to address their mom. Matt almost came from the motion, but she expertly held him just at the edge of orgasm. Matt's hands reloacated to the edge of the table, not wanting his mother to see him doing anything that even remotely looked like forcing her to do anything.

"He had a long drive, so I'm giving him a massage," she said. "And I don't want to hear any of your overactive women's lib nonsense; he didn't ask me, I volunteered." For emphasis, she gripped him tightly and pumped him hard, causing Matt to thrust back at her hand automatically, moaning.

Sarah seemed about to angrily reply, but then composed herself, not wanting to lose another argument with her eldest daughter on this topic, and switched tacks. She reached up into the cupboard and grabbed a chamomile tea packet. "This is a kitchen," she said, indignantly. "This is no place for a massage. I won't clean up after this sort of thing, you know."

'Wait, she's upset about ... the cleaning?' Matt thought in between moans, as he watched his mom grab a cup and begin pouring herself some hot water.

"Relax, mom," Clair replied. "I've done this hundreds of times," she added, throwing in a hard stroke that nearly made Matt loose his footing. "I know what I'm doing. I promise there won't be a mess."

"Now look here, young lady..." Sarah began, but before she could continue, Clair plunged her head back down Matt's dick. Throwing up her hands, Sarah grabbed her tea and stormed back out of the room. "If there are any stains, young lady..." she called, as she headed out to the living room.

Clair picked up right where she had left off and kept Matt riding the edge of orgasm for another two or three minutes before he came down her throat, hard, letting out a strangled scream of ecstasy that he tried desperately to suppress. True to her word, not a drop escaped Clair's mouth. Matt, supported only by the **** grip he had developed on the counter, breathed heavily as his sister cleaned him up with her tongue, then pulled his pants back into place.

"That... I mean, sis ... um... I mean..." Matt stammered, coming back to himself and blushing profusely. He went a little weak kneed, but caught himself on the counter.

"Hope you're feeling a bit better now," said Clair, standing up and stretching in a way that made Matt acutely aware of her large boobs again. Even though he had just cum, he could already feel another woody coming on. "All the guys in the rec center say I give the best massages. What do you think?"

Matt stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Well, I'm heading up," she said heading for the door. "See ya later."