If he'd known it was an issue, Robert would have been more than happy to assure his mother that she gave infinitely better head than his sister did; Carla hadn't done anywhere near the things that his mother was, and the things that they both did felt ever so much better the way his mother was doing them. Even though it hadn't been so long ago that he'd cum in his sister's mouth, what his mother was doing to his hard cock was slowly and steadily moving him toward another climax… one that would happen sooner than he'd thought it could.
Vic's cock grew steadily in response to the way Carla was stroking it; but the climax he'd had from his wife's blowjob had been too recent for him to be able to respond to his daughter's ministrations the way he would have otherwise. Vic wasn't particularly disappointed, though: he still had Carla's body under his hands, and was switching off between sucking on her lovely young breasts and kissing her lips.
Besides, he was more interested in making her happy, wanting her to know how much he loved her-
he knew she was close to finding the release that he was trying to give her. A couple of minutes later, and it happened: he was happily sucking on one of her nipples and slowly twirling his finger around her sensitive clitoris when he felt that pearl of flesh disappear under its hood as her body froze in place. He quickly got his free arm around her to help support her as her slender body went through a series of powerful spasms; when they were over, she was unsteady enough that he took her into his arms and held her until she indicated she was ready to stand on her own again.
Carla's orgasm was the strongest of her young life, not so much because of what was being done to her, but because of the fact that it was her Daddy that was doing it. Then when it was over, he'd held her next to his body… where she could feel his penis pressing against her belly, seeming to feel hotter against her skin than it had in her hand. When she'd caught her breath again and gotten a little of her strength back, she pressed her hands against his chest to let him know she wanted him to release her.
When he did, she looked up into his face and asked "Daddy? Would… would it be okay now if I made you feel good, too? Like you did for me?"
Ellen had Robert's balls cupped in one hand and used the other to slowly stroke the base of his erect penis as she slowly slid her lips up and down on it. She'd already done almost everything else she could to him with her mouth, and deliberately stopped her actions a couple of times when it seemed that he was getting too close to cumming. But he'd made a couple of noises of frustration, and the last thing she wanted to do was outright tease him or make him suffer. So she settled herself into simply pleasuring him, though slowly so that his climax would be even stronger. It wasn't easy for her to take her time that way because she was looking forward to having him erupt in her mouth so she could taste his cum on her tongue; the only way she was able to maintain her restraint was by continuously reminding herself that the harder he climaxed, the more of his juice there would be. So she continued slowly sliding her lips back and forth on his hard cock, her hand under his balls so she'd have the warning she needed to be able to take as much of him as she could between her lips right before he climaxed.
Robert wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell. The way his mother had used her mouth and lips and tongue on him had made him wonder if he hadn't died and gone to heaven; but then when he got close to cumming, she'd stopped long enough for him to fall back from the edge before resuming her efforts.
Even then, the way she was softly sucking on him while her lips and tongue moved on him felt incredible… but it was so slow that he wasn't moving toward his release as fast as he wished he was-
and that was what made him wonder if he was in hell. The pleasure he'd gotten from his mother had been incredible, but now the pressure building in him (and particularly his cock and balls) threatened to explode before he could find the relief he was so desperate for. He had his hands on his mother's head, but couldn't find it in himself to force her head farther onto his dick or into moving faster, which was what he knew he'd have to do; and the couple of times that he'd tried to move himself into the warm cavern of her mouth, she'd simply moved her head as far and fast as he'd moved his dick. Without realizing he was doing it, he released a small brief whimper, and a few moments later he felt his mothers mouth start moving a trifle faster on him. Though not a lot, it was enough: it wasn't but another minute or so until he felt himself get ready to finally empty his balls into his mother's waiting mouth.
Just before the first wad of his jism erupted from him, he felt over half of his hard dick being surrounded by his mother's mouth, which resulted in him not merely slipping into a climax, but being thrown into it. It seemed like his cock was spraying the contents of his balls in one continuous stream, one so powerful that he was sure the force of it would force her head back far enough to push her lips completely off of him. His dick was far enough in her mouth that he could feel the muscles of her throat against the head as she repeatedly swallowed the semen erupting from his cock. After the last spurt of semen had left him and he felt his dick begin to wilt, he was surprised to feel his mother's lips clench around him before she pulled her head back, milking whatever was left of his cum out before his manhood fell from her lips. He was still trying to get his breath back when she stood up in front of him and took him into her arms; he enjoyed the feel of her breasts pillowed against his chest, surrounding the hot, hard points of her nipples. A couple of minutes later, she eased him away from her body, and he heard her ask "Honey? Would you like to make your Mom feel good again?"
Vic almost couldn't believe what his daughter had just asked him, but the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice told him that she really was sincere about wanting to make him feel good-which he knew was her way of saying that she wanted to make HIM climax, too. Despite how she'd managed to get his cock to grow, he was certain that she wouldn't be able to get him erect; it was that certainty that nothing would happen, and that she'd eventually give up, that made him answer "You don't have to do anything like that for me, sweetheart. But if you want to try, it's okay with me." He expected that she'd start using her hand on him again, only to be surprised when he saw her slowly sinking to her knees. He opened his mouth to object, but the images of what she was about to do came back to him and no sound came out. Instead, he simply stood there and watched as his virgin daughter brought her hands up and lifted the swollen mass of his dick up and took it into her mouth. The sight of her kneeling there was so much like the image he'd conjured up while his wife was blowing him that he felt himself start to get harder before she had time to do anything else.
Her Daddy's penis was a lot bigger than her brother's had been, and Carla couldn't get as much of it into her mouth as she wanted to. But it took only a moment for her to decide that if she couldn't do the things she wanted to to as much of him as she would have liked, she'd just do more with however much of him she did have. Sliding her lips down his shaft until her mouth was filled with his manhood, she started by using her tongue to gently massage the underside as she began softly sucking on him. To her delight, it didn't take long for her efforts to be rewarded with a gradual thickening and hardening of her Daddy's cock.