Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. And there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies. SISTER SUCKS SO WELL-a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Becky stood at the washer, sorting the soiled clothing. When she came to a pair of her son's shorts, she held them in her hand for a long moment, hardly breathing. Holding the shorts in one hand, she rummaged through the pile until she came up with a skimpy pair of her daughter's panties.
She looked around, making sure she was alone.
Bringing her son's shorts to her face, she inhaled the exciting scent of them. Then her daughter's panties. Pressing the shorts and panties against her face, she pressed her lower body to the edge of the washing machine, creating pressure against her cunt. She felt her clit tingle as it swelled and knotted.
Becky loved the feel of her daughter's soft nylon panties, the fabric of her son's shorts, but only after they had been worn.
She ran her son's shorts about her face on one side, her daughter's panties on the other. She closed her eyes as she inhaled the scent of them, rubbing her cunt lightly against the edge of the washing machine. She could hear her son shouting and laughing in the back yard. Janice was off somewhere with her latest boyfriend.
Becky pulled the shorts and panties from her face, looking at them with smoldering eyes.
"Why not?" she whispered softly.
She lifted her dress and squirmed from her own panties. Tossing them onto the pile of soiled clothing, she turned her son's shorts inside out, and rubbed them between her thighs. Then she repeated it with her daughter's panties. She was getting hot, her cunt dripping.
Spreading her knees, she stuffed her son's shorts into her pussy, then straightened up. They dangled between her thighs, but she could feel them inside her cunt. She brought her daughter's panties to her face again, and pressed her lips to the inside-out crotch, kissing the nylon. Her cunt drew inward, closing tightly about the inserted shorts.
Holding her daughter's panties in her hand, she walked carefully from the laundry room, down the hall toward her bedroom. The feel of her son's shorts between her thighs sent ripples of desire through her. She closed the door of her bedroom and spread out across her bed on her back. She bunched her dress around her waist and spread her legs wide. She stuffed more of her son's shorts into her cunt, and then began to bunch the cheeks of her ass, her cunt gripping the shorts. She draped her daughter's panties over her face, the crotch resting on her lips.
Closing her eyes, she began to fantasize. She could see Janice and Carl standing near the bed in her dream, both of them naked. Her son's cock stood out in beautiful hardness, the head swollen and dripping. Her daughter's small, perky tits stood high, her fuzzy little cunt showing. They were watching her, eager to help, to touch, to feel her tits and ass and cunt with their young hands.
Becky squirmed on the bed, the fantasy becoming more vivid in her mind. Her cunt burned hotly and she began to open and close her thighs, squeezing her cunt together on her son's shorts. She parted her lips and sucked the crotch of her daughter's panties between them.
She imagined she could taste the girl's sugary cunt against her mouth as her son pushed his cock into her hairy cunt.
Moaning as her fantasy increased, Becky lifted her hips, sliding her hands underneath and cupping the cheeks of her ass. She writhed in tight circles, her ass high now, her cunt offered to her son in the fantasy. She sucked at her daughter's panties, pretending she could feel the fiery softness of Janice's young, sugary cunt in her face. When she imagined fucking her tongue into her daughter's cunt, and her son's cock fucking into her own pussy, Becky came.
She cried out softly as her cunt contracted around her son's shorts, her lips sucking hungrily at her daughter's panties.
The orgasm wasn't as strong as it usually was. When it faded, she lifted the panties from her mouth, then slowly pulled Carl's shorts from her cunt.
She could still hear her son shouting in the back yard as she sat up, swinging her long legs over the side of the bed. She was glowing, even if the orgasm had not been strong. She looked down at her thighs, seeing the fan shape of her lush cunt hair. She smiled softly to herself as she brushed her fingers through the pussy hair.
One of these days, she told herself again, she was going to find a pair of her daughter's panties soaked in come juice. That Janice was fucking her constantly changing boyfriends was obvious. Twice, her daughter had come home after a date, her panties lost someplace.
Becky had been playing out her fantasy for some time now. She envied the boys her daughter dated, envied the fact they could run their hot hands over Janice's perky tits, feel her cute ass, her slim thighs and sugary cunt. She envied them because she wanted to fondle her daughter. Which was strange, since Becky had never been turned on by a girl or woman in her life. Yet, there was something about her daughter that pulled her, made her aroused. She knew that if the opportunity arose, she would bury her face into her daughter's cunt and suck it, eagerly, hotly. Just as she would take her son's cock into her mouth or cunt. She would lick her daughter's cunt just as willingly as she would fuck her son.
But the opportunity never presented itself, and Becky didn't want to make the first move, fearing rejection. And Carl, four years younger than his sister, probably wasn't interested in girls at all.
But Becky had her fantasies, and she was going to keep them.
She returned to the laundry room and stuffed the shorts and panties into the machine with other soiled clothing, then set it in motion. She walked to the kitchen and looked out at her son.
Carl was playing with the little girl from next door, but the way he played drew her attention. Looking closely, she realized her son was doing his best to peek inside the girl's wide-legged sun-suit. She felt her pulses race. Carl was interested in girls!
On a hunch, she called him in.
The little girl went home as Carl came into the kitchen. He was sweaty from the hot sun, his thighs glistening under the legs of his shorts. He was bare chested, and she sweat on his young flesh.
"I thought you'd like something cold to drink, honey," she said. "It's such a hot day. How about some lemonade?"
"Fine, Mom," he said.
He sat at the table as she poured him a tall glass of cold lemonade. She brushed his arm as she placed it in front of him. Carl didn't notice. The impulse was strong, and she pressed her tit at his shoulder while leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
"What's that for, Mom?" he asked.
"For being such a handsome son," she grinned at him, keeping her tit against his shoulder as she draped her arm about his neck, sliding her hand onto his bare chest. She tweaked his tiny nipple playfully. "You're all sweaty."
Carl looked at her quickly when she pinched his nipple, then he became aware of her tit jo smashing at his shoulder. Becky hugged him tightly, pulling his shoulder hard against her tit. She smiled down into his surprised face.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," Carl replied, lowering his eyes to his shoulder where her tit was against it. "You're soft, Mom."
"Of course it's soft," she said, and twisted her tit slightly against him.
She looked down his body at his lap, trying to see if his cock was starting to harden, wanting to see it. But pushing her tit against him was different than grabbing his cock. She had to be sure before she did anything more, sure of his responses.
Then she got her response.
Carl pushed his shoulder at her tit, grinning before lowering his eyes to the table. Becky felt like crying with desire as she wrapped his head up in her arms, turning his face into her tits. She smothered him with her tits, feeling his young body trembling.
"God, you feel so good, baby," she breathed, feeling his face between her tits.
Carl squirmed, not sure what he should do. His mother had hugged him many times, but not with his face in her tits. He felt his cock grow and become hard, and crossed his legs to hide it.
"Carl, don't say anything, please," she whispered, and ran her hands down his arms to his hands.
The bubbling heat between her thighs was driving her, and she couldn't stop herself now. She slipped her son's hands to her knees, then drew them up under her dress. She felt his palms trembling as she pulled them up her thighs. When she remembered she had removed her panties earlier, it was too late.
She moved her son's hands past her hips and curled his fingers into her naked ass cheeks. She heard his breath catch, but he didn't pull his hands away. For a moment he rested his palms on his mother's naked ass, then he gave her a quick squeeze, and tried to pull back.
Becky closed her arms tighter about his head, holding his face into her tits, writhing her ass in his hands. Her cunt bubbled and boiled, juices seeping along her inner thighs. She tingled with heat and bunched her ass, feeling her son holding a cheek of her ass in each palm. She wanted to draw back and see if he had a hard-on, but she didn't want to move, either. She felt her clit throbbing, and knew she would come if she stood there long enough, her son cupping her naked ass.
When Carl began to fondle her tight ass, Becky cried out softly. She twisted her ass in his hands, imagining draping herself across the table and opening her legs, feeling his young cock fucking into her greedy cunt. She moaned, her pussy sucking inward. "Ohhh, Carl!"
Her son gurgled against her tits, and his fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, tightly.
"Oh, my God!" Becky sobbed as a fiery orgasm ripped through her cunt. Her legs trembled as she pressed them together, her son squeezing her ass. The rumbling spasms went on and on, stronger than she had ever felt before.
Then her son gasped, the sound muffled by her tits.
His hands dropped from her ass, and he pulled away, turning so he wouldn't see her. Becky, still trembling from the fantastic orgasm, saw his problem immediately.
He had come in his shorts.
She wanted to laugh, to giggle, with delight. But her son was blushing, and she didn't want to embarrass him any further.
"Take them off, honey," she said softly, her hand resting on his shoulder. "I'll toss them into the washing machine now."
For a moment Carl didn't move, and she understood.
"It's okay, baby," she said, squeezing his shoulder. "I know what happened and I know I caused it. Take them off-it's okay."
With his face flushed, Carl squirmed out of his shorts, handing them to his mother without looking at her. Becky took them, disappointed when he shoved his hips under the table to hide his cock.
"I won't look at you," she promised. "I'll take these to the washer, and you can go to your room and find another pair. I won't look at you, baby."
But Becky had lied.
She peeked around the door as her son got to his feet, seeing his lovely naked ass. Her cunt lurched with desire when she caught a very brief glimpse of his cock just before he disappeared from sight. Her eyes were moist with desire as she opened the lid of the washing machine, ready to toss his shorts in.
Then, holding her breath, she turned his shorts inside out, seeing the wetness of his come juice there. She glanced at the doorway, then quickly lifted his shorts to her face. She darted her tongue out, running it through the hot wetness, tasting his cock cream. Her mind spun as her cunt exploded again. With a sob, she stuffed the crotch of his shorts into her mouth, tasting Carl's jism, sucking hard at the material.
Time and again she came, her cunt going through orgasm after startling orgasm.
Only the slamming of the front door stopped them.
She flung the shorts into the washer and turned.
"Hi, Mother," Janice said, coming in casually. "God, it's so hot today. Do we have anything cold to drink?"
"Fresh lemonade," Becky said, her voice low and shaky.
Janice was looking at her strangely, head cocked to one side.
"Is something wrong?" Becky asked.
Janice reached out and ran a finger over the corner of her mother's lip, then looked at the wetness.
Becky's heart fluttered. She stared back at her daughter, not sure what to say. A knowing grin spread over her daughter's beautiful young face, and just when Becky thought Janice was going to say something. Janice turned and wiped her finger on her skirt. Becky stood against the vibrating washer and watched Janice take the lemonade from the refrigerator. Her eyes took in the slim perfection of her daughter's thighs, the shape of her sweet little ass inside the short, very short, shorts. She saw the bottom curves of her daughter's ass peeking from the legs, and her hand moved up to her throat. Her eyes became glassy as she gazed, her tongue working over her lips. The taste of her son's come juice lingered inside her mouth.
Janice knew, and had only grinned knowingly. is
Janice turned to face her mother again, sipping at the lemonade, her twinkling blue eyes shining. Her long, shimmering, honey-blonde hair hung past Janice's shoulders, her hips cocked outward. Then Janice ran the wet tip of her tongue about the rim of the glass, and Becky's eyes followed it. When she lifted her eyes to her daughter's, she saw Janice gazing boldly right back at her.
"Wash day, huh, Mother?" Janice said, her voice oddly throaty.
Becky nodded.
"Must be a zillion pairs of panties and shorts, in this hot weather," Janice said softly. "I probably change my underwear five times a day. Maybe Carl, too,"
Over her daughter's shoulder, Becky saw her son in the doorway. Carl was looking at his sister's back, and Becky knew what he was looking at. He was looking at his sister's ass, so tightly clad inside those sexy shorts. She noticed her son's eyes turn glassy, and that he had put on a fresh pair of summer shorts.
As if feeling the eyes on her, Janice turned and grinned at her brother. "Caught you, didn't I?" she said.
Carl blushed.
"You're not getting away with anything, Carl," Janice said. "I know you're always trying to peek at me."
Becky's breath caught. She hadn't known that, nor had her daughter talked so boldly before.
"He is, Mother," Janice said. "Every time I turn around, Carl is there peeking at me."
"Only because he was caught," Janice said. "Anyway, what are you up to, Mother?"
"What are you talking about, Janice?"
"That wasn't lemonade on your lips." Janice grinned wickedly. "I know what it was."
"Janice!" Becky exclaimed.
"Ahh, Mother, what are you so surprised about?" Janice said. "I've known about your little games with Carl's shorts and my panties for weeks."
Now it was time for Becky to blush.
"What happened today?" Janice giggled. "Did Carl load up his shorts with jizz? Or does he jerk off in them for you?"
Becky's legs became weak. She didn't know what to say. She had never heard her daughter talk this way before, and she didn't know how to respond. It was different than fantasy; this was real.
"You have no right to talk," Becky finally said, but there was no anger in her voice. "Not with the things you're doing with all those boys."
"I don't do anything with boys," Janice said.
"I happen to know different," Becky challenged.
"Not what you're thinking, Mother," Janice replied. "I'm not fucking any of them."
"Janice!"
"Oh, come off it, Mother!" Janice said. "You're going around here sucking on shorts and panties. I'm not stupid, you know."
For a long time, Becky and her daughter stared at each other.
"That's right," Janice finally said. "I'm not some easy lay, Mother, no matter what it looks like. Sure, some of the boys get a little aggressive, but I jerk them off real fast. That takes the steam out of them quick enough."
"But, I thought..."
"I know what you thought," Janice interrupted. "I've been fucked, yes, but only twice. I pick and choose, Mother. I don't fuck just any hard-on pressing at me."
"But, you want to," Becky said, whispering.
"Oh, God, do I!" Janice cried out. "Mother, it gets so bad sometimes, I don't think I can hold it back. I want to grab every hard cock I can find, and fuck myself crazy!"
Becky held her arms out to her daughter, and Janice ran into them, hugging her mother as she cried softly. Becky caressed her daughter's back gently, her face buried into the girl's sweetly scented blonde hair. She knew what her daughter was feeling, how tormenting it was.
"We'll think of something, darling," she said soothingly. "We'll think of something to help. I understand very well."
CHAPTER TWO
Becky didn't want to take advantage of her daughter's insatiability.
Yet, she knew now that Janice was hot-very, very hot. The fact that she wasn't fucking everyone she came into contact with said something for her. Still, Janice was suffering. Becky understood the intensity of desire, and not having a means to satisfy the desire. There were times she could climb the walls herself with that overwhelming need. She could easily help her daughter. She could do what she wanted to do for a long time-suck that sugary cunt. But it would be taking unfair advantage, she thought.
When her date for the night called to say when he would pick her up, Janice had cancelled out. Becky was pleased, because she had an idea in her mind that just might work.
She showered and perfumed herself, then pulled the thin robe about her naked body. She had never been naked under her robe before Carl and Janice before, but things had changed in this single afternoon.
Her daughter had made that confession, and she had caused her son to come off in his shorts. Those events had certainly changed the relationship with her son and daughter, she felt. She had not told Janice what was in her mind. She was almost sure it would work.
She found Carl in the family room, sprawled out on his back on the floor with his legs and feet on the couch. Janice was there, too, sitting at the end of the couch, chin propped in her hand. Janice had bathed and changed earlier, then dressed in a white blouse and a pale-blue skirt. She was barefooted since she wasn't going out. Becky came in, and Janice looked at her. The robe was satin, and it clung to Becky's slender body, outlining her tits and waist and hips and thighs. It was the first inkling Janice had of what her mother might be up to. Her blue eyes took on a glow and a small smile spread over her moist lips.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Mother?" she asked in a soft voice.
"I'd say we're on the same wave length," Becky smiled back. The creamy swells of her firm tits showed almost to her nipples.
Carl was looking at his mother from his sprawled position. His hair was damp from his shower, and he wore his robe, too. It was almost as if he was anticipating something, she thought.
"Do you two have a secret or something?" he asked.
"Maybe," his mother said mysteriously. "Do we, Janice?"
Janice grinned widely. "It may not be a secret much longer," Janice said. "I hope it won't be a secret."
Carl was puzzled. He looked at his mother, seeing her lovely, slender shape underneath the clinging gown. Becky stood and watched him look her over, smiling at him. She moved her eyes along her son's body, pausing where his cock would be, then on to his naked feet on the cushions.
Janice shifted on the couch, the movement drawing her brother's eyes. When she slipped her feet to the floor, Carl saw the flash of her lovely legs. For a moment Becky and her daughter looked at one another, silent messages passing between them. Then, as if Carl wasn't there, Janice moved. She kept her eyes on her mother as she stepped over her brother's head. But instead of continuing, she stopped, her feet on each side of his face. Carl gasped as he found himself looking at his sister.
Becky and Janice grinned at each other lewdly.
Carl stared between his sister's thighs. The inner flesh was tantalizingly smooth and soft looking. He gazed at the crotch of her skimpy panties, seeing the teasing way her cunt filled them. The bottom of her ass showed, the panties trimmed with lace. His cock stirred inside his robe, his balls starting to tingle. His mother and sister were talking, but he wasn't hearing the words. The view of his sister's cunt and ass was breathtaking, overwhelming his young senses.
Becky, though, was watching her son's reactions as she talked with Janice. What they said had no bearing on what they were doing. It was enough to know that Janice was doing this. Her pulses raced with excitement caused by her daughter's eagerness. She saw Janice's eyes burning hotly as she stood straddling her brother's face. Janice had balled her fists tightly, almost breathless, herself. The small tits lifted and fell as she breathed, her beautiful face flushed with excitement.
Becky's cunt was swollen under her gown, her clit bulging as she watched her daughter. Her own tits seemed tight, her nipples stiff. Neither was talking now. It seemed as if each was waiting for something else to happen, for the other to initiate whatever was going to happen.
"You're sure, Mother?" Janice finally asked, her voice whispery with emotion.
Becky nodded her head. "I'm sure, honey."
Carl gazed up between his sister's thighs, seeing the slit of her cunt almost outlined by the tight panties. His cock was becoming hard and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He adjusted the folds of his robe in an effort to prevent his cock from sticking out, hardly breathing as he stared up his sister's skirt.
"Are you trying to hide something from us?" he heard his sister ask.
Carl swallowed, not trusting his voice. He gazed up and watched the cheeks of his sister's ass bunch and tighten, over and over. He wanted to grab his cock and jerk it, jack off frantically. He tried to answer his sister, but his throat was dry.
Janice turned, facing his feet. "Mother, Carl is trying to hide something, and that isn't nice."
Becky made a soft sob in her throat, her cunt burning hotly. She could feel the pussy juices sliding down the insides of her thighs. She could almost see the hardness of her son's cock. like her son, she swallowed. Her body was shaking with excitement.
"You mustn't hide things from us," she finally managed to say, her voice a low whisper. "We aren't hiding anything from you, Carl."
Carl began to tremble.
His sister was leaning over, one of her hands moving toward his cock.
Becky watched the blue skirt lift, seeing her daughter's thighs. Carl glanced at his mother, then back at his sister's crotch. He felt frozen, unable to move, not wanting to move. Becky licked her lips, her eyes gazing at the smooth flesh of Janice's thighs. She felt an urge to squat and look higher.
Janice paused with her hand, looking between her legs at her brother's face. Glancing at her mother, she wiggled her ass, giggling. The giggles came out lewd, and her hand darted. Carl gasped as his sister closed her fingers around his cock, feeling it through his robe.
"Ohhh, Mother!" Janice cooed. "I've got it! I've got hold of it! Ahhh, it's very hard, Mother!"
"Take it out!" Becky hissed. "Oh, Janice, yank it out and let's see it!"
Janice clawed at her brother's robe, jerking it open. She made a hissing sound as her brother's body was exposed from the waist down. She stared with glassy fascination at his rigid cock, his tight balls. Becky wasn't breathing as she, too, stared at her son's prick and balls. Her cunt was on fire and drenched with juices. One of her hands moved upward, her fingers twisting about a tit. Her eyes smoldered as she stared at her son.
Janice was almost squatting, her knees bending. She made soft crying sounds and grabbed her brother's cock with a tight fist. Carl grunted when she pulled his cock, then pushed downward on it. He could feel the wet heat of his sister's crotch as it came down close to his face.
"Ohhh, it's so nice!" Janice squealed, pumping her fist on his prick. "It's so hard, Mother! Carl's cock is so hard!"
"Jack it, Janice!" Becky urged. "Jack that hard cock!"
"I am! Ohhh, I love the way it feels!" Janice moaned, pumping fast and hard.
Her other hand grabbed his tight balls, cupping them, twisting gently. Her cunt was almost in Carl's face, and he stared at it, fascinated. Janice's pussy filled the crotch of her tight panties, mounding outward. He saw blonde cunt curls along the sides, his prick throbbing powerfully. He wanted to touch, to feel, play with his sister's cunt, but wasn't sure what was going on yet. His young mind was confused, but his emotions soared.
"It's so hard and hot! Look how long it is, Mother!" Janice exclaimed.
Becky was looking. She squeezed her tit hard, her hips jerking as her cunt bubbled. She walked on unsteady legs toward the couch, and sat down on the edge of the arm, watching her daughter. She felt the arm of the couch press between her thighs, on her steaming cunt. The flap of her satin robe parted, showing her thighs.
"This is getting me so wet!" Janice whimpered, pulling at her brother's cock, her ass twisting. "It's making my pussy wet, Mother!"
"It should," Becky replied in a low voice, sliding her hand inside her robe to hold her tit. "I'm getting wet, too."
Carl shifted his eyes to his mother, seeing her long thighs and where her hand was. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew he didn't want it to stop. His sister had hold of his cock, jerking it, almost pushing her cunt in his face, and his mother was playing with her tit and watching.
Becky rubbed her cunt on the arm of the couch, her eyes glowing. She squeezed her tit, becoming very excited. Although she and her daughter had not talked about this, planned it, it was working out beautifully. It was as though they had the same thing in mind from the beginning.
"Fuck him, Janice," she whispered, unable to hold back the words.
"Do what with him, Mother?" Janice mewled, holding her brother's cock very hard, watching the cockhead bulge and drip, shaking her tight, cute ass. "Do what with him?"
"You heard me," Becky said.
"Say it again, Mother," Janice sobbed softly, stroking her fist up and down her brother's prick. "I want to hear you say it again and again."
"Fuck him," Becky said a bit louder. "Fuck him!"
Carl's eyes widened, but he didn't say a word. He was afraid if he said anything, his sister would turn his cock loose, move away so he couldn't look up her dress. As it was, she almost had her pantied cunt in his face, and he could feel the moist heat of her pussy, almost taste it. He was afraid to move, to shove his hips upward. He was afraid if he moved or said anything, his mother and sister would stop, and he didn't want them to stop.
"Fuck him, Janice!" Becky moaned, twisting at her nipple inside her robe. "Fuck him, honey! Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him!"
"Oh, yes, Mother! I want to fuck him!" Janice cried in a strained voice. "I want this cock in me, fucking me! I want to feel Carl's hard cock up my cunt!"
"Say it! Ohhh, Janice, say it!" Becky urged, sliding her cunt back and forth on the arm of the couch, unconcerned about her movements now. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping, her eyes focused upon her daughter's fist pumping her son's cock.
"Cock!" Janice gurgled. "Cock and cunt! I want to fuck his cock with my cunt!"
Carl was afraid he would come. Listening to his mother and sister talking as if he wasn't there, his sister's fist sending all sorts of wild, delicious sensations through his cock and balls, he was afraid he would come the way he had earlier with his mother.
"Put his cock in your pussy, baby!" Becky urged. "Let me see you fuck him, Janice!"
"Ohhh, yes, Mother!" Janice whimpered, twisting around until she was straddling her brother's hips, facing him now. Feverishly, Janice pulled her blue skirt to her waist, and Carl stared. Janice hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties and started to sit down.
"No!" Becky called. "Take your panties off! Please, Janice, take them off!"
Giggling in a wanton sound, Janice peeled her panties off, clutching her skirt to her waist. She started to toss them to the floor, but Becky shot her hand out.
"Let me have them," she breathed.
Carl was fascinated by what he saw. His sister's cunt was fuzzy with soft-looking blonde hair, darker than that on her head. He could see the pink lips of her cunt glistening with wetness. His cock jerked back and forth, his balls ready to burst.
"Now fuck him!" Becky hissed, sliding her cunt back and forth on the arm of the chair, pulling her daughter's panties to her face. She inhaled the scent of a sugary, hot cunt on the crotch, and pressed that part of the panties to her mouth. "Fuck him! Ohhh, fuck him, Janice!"
Janice feverishly grasped the base of her brother's cock with one hand, sliding her other fingers along the swollen lips of her cunt as she leaned over, peering between her spreading knees. She pushed the head of her brother's cock against her cunt, and her body trembled with the contact.
Becky rubbed her pussy faster on the arm of the couch, watching with smoldering eyes. She sucked the crotch of her daughter's panties past her lips, tasting the wetness on them.
Carl was staring at his sister's cunt, holding his breath.
With a squeal, Janice pulled the swollen head of his cock into her pussy, and Carl almost came. Janice made a long sighing sound, her eyes almost closing with rapture. She held the head of her brother's cock just inside her cunt, feeling the beautiful stretching of it. Becky was hissing softly, digging into her tit with her fingers, watching with glowing eyes, sucking at the crotch of her daughter's panties. Her robe had fallen open a little more, and she was almost exposed.
"Take it!" she hissed. "Oh, God, Janice! Take his cock deep!"
"I will!" Janice gurgled, and she slammed her ass down.
She gave a soft scream when his cock fucked completely into her cunt. Carl's eyes rolled as he felt the wet tightness of his sister's cunt gripping his cock. Janice sat still for a moment, then began to wiggle her ass, gasping with ecstasy.
"I've got it deep. Mother! Ohhh, it's so good! There's nothing that feels as good as a hard cock in the cunt, Mother! Ooooh, I'm going to fuck Carl! My cunt is going to melt his cock off!"
Becky sucked hard at her daughter's panties, her eyes straining as she watched her daughter sitting on top of her son, her tight ass moving up and down now. She could hear soft wet sounds, almost smell that exciting scent of Janice's hot, wet cunt riding her son's cock. Her own pussy was burning with the friction of the couch arm, sliding back and forth. She was not trying to hide what she was doing; she was much too excited for that. Carl was darting his eyes at her, then at his sister's cunt fucking up and down on his cock. He was holding his sister's knees now, grunting with ecstasy, still not moving, but letting his sister bounce on his prick.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful!" Becky hissed, her fingers jerking the belt of her robe away. "That's sweet! Fuck him, Janice! Ohhh, baby, fuck his hard cock! Fuck your brother ... fuck him good and hard!"
She flung her satin robe open, lifting her ass to get it out from beneath her. She spread her legs around the arm of the couch, and began to rub her hips back and forth. Carl's eyes rolled as he saw his mother's body, her flawless tits moving slightly, her long nipples arching out in tightness. He saw the thick mat of her pussy hair, but couldn't see her cunt because she was sitting on it, rubbing it at the couch. He found it very erotic to see his sister's panties dangling from his mother's mouth, too. Becky knew her son was watching her, staring at her body. Her eyes burned into his for a moment, then jerked back to her daughter's cunt fucking up and down his cock. She could see his prick glistening with hot moisture as Janice lifted high, almost pulling from his cock, then plunging her ass down with hot squeals of delight.
"Nice, huh, Carl?" Becky said, her eyes glittering. "Isn't your sister's cunt hot and wet?"
Carl gurgled, the words his mouth and sister were using exciting him as much as his sister's sliding, pounding cunt. He still didn't know why this was happening, but he wasn't going to question it. It was a lot better than trying to look up the little girl's sunsuit next door.
"Ooooh, so deep!" Janice whimpered, slamming her ass up and down. "I can get his cock so fucking deep, Mother!"
"Take it real deep, Janice!" Becky hissed, sliding faster on the arm of the couch. Her cunt was on fire and she was dripping. Her clit was scraping along the fabric and she crushed it down. "Fuck him deep! Ooooh, my pussy is so wet, too!"
Becky widened her legs on the arm of the couch, wiping the crotch of her daughter's panties about her mouth, her eyes blazing as she watched her daughter's ass banging up and down.
"Lift your skirt, Janice! I want to see, watch you fuck him! Pull your skirt up, baby!"
Janice almost tore her skirt as she pulled it past her small waist. She twisted and fucked on her brother's cock, the muscles of her slim thighs rippling. She leaned over her brother, her hands near his shoulders, whipping her naked ass about with wildness, fucking her cunt up and down in short lunges. Becky now could see better. She saw her son's balls, saw that creamy tight ass bang against them. She stuffed her daughter's panties back into her mouth, tasting the wetness of them. Clutching both her tits now, she pulled and twisted at the long nipples. She whipped her hips back and forth, sliding her cunt firmly on the arm of the couch.
Watching her daughter fucking her son was almost-but not quite-as good as if she was fucking him herself. She felt her cunt expanding, closing, dripping. Janice was banging her cute ass violently, riding her brother's cock in a frenzy of ecstasy. Her long blonde hair swirled about, her eyes closed as she arched her face upward, contorted with the sweetest of all rapture.
Carl didn't know when or how it happened, but his feet were no longer on the couch. They were down and stretched along the floor. Somehow, his sister had moved them both, and her ass was toward their mother. But Carl could see past his sister's shoulder, watch his mother as she rubbed her hairy cunt back and forth. It was good for Becky, too. She could now see the way her daughter's cunt stretched about Carl's cock very well. She could watch her son's cock so hard and thick, his balls tight. She could see her daughter's pink ass-hole clenching.
Janice slowed her hips, then stopped. She was pressing down hard on her brother's cock, her eyes open but unfocused.
"Ohhh, I'm coming!" she cried out. "My
God ... I'm coming!"
Becky made a hissing sound. She could see her daughter's pink cunt flexing at the base of Carl's cock. She could see her daughter coming, and she sobbed with voyeuristic pleasure, sucking hard on the nylon panties. Her eyes blazed as she rubbed her pussy faster and faster on the arm of the couch. Janice rammed her convulsing cunt down hard as she came. Carl pounded his fists on the floor, gritting his teeth. His cock felt as if it were being sucked into a boiling vat.
While her cunt was still in spasms, Janice shoved her legs down along her brother's, lying on top of him. Then she began to whip her ass up and down, fucking him again. She moved from her small waist down, the cheeks of her ass bunching. She sobbed and cried with ecstasy, her fingers pulling at her brother's hair. Carl could hardly stand the overwhelming sensations. His sister was still coming as she fucked him frantically, and he could feel those hot cunt lips sucking at his cock. He ran his hands feverishly to her ass, cupping them hard, arching his cock up.
But the best he could do was arch upward; his sister was fucking his cock furiously with her clinging, contracting cunt.
Becky was rubbing her pussy hard at the arm of the couch, her eyes blazing at the way her daughter's ass bunched, the way Carl clung to that gyrating, whipping ass, watching his balls jiggle. She felt her own orgasm swelling in the pit of her stomach, the lips of her cunt aching, her clit burning. Seeing them fucking so wantonly sent her emotions soaring, her own erotic hungers swirling hotly. Nothing had ever looked so beautiful to her, the way Janice whipped her sweet, curvy ass about with ecstatic abandon, her cunt exploding as she fucked Carl's throbbing cock.
"I'm still coming!" Janice cried. "Ooooh, my cunt is still ... coming! So much! So fucking much! Oh, it's wonderful! I love to come this way! I have to come and come and come!"
Carl was fighting to hold back. Why, he didn't know. But he did know he was about to lose his battle. His balls were hurting and his cock was so stiff, he could hardly believe it. His sister's cunt was pulling at his prick as tightly as his fist ever had.
Becky gave a cry, her cunt boiling into orgasm. She smashed her pussy hard on the arm of the couch, the panties falling from her mouth. "Oooh, I'm coming, too!" she hissed. "My pussy is burning up and I'm coming, too! Hold her ass, Carl! Ohhh, baby, hang onto your sister's tight ass! Fuck her, Carl! Fuck her hot cunt! Give her that hard cock, Carl! Fuck your sister's fiery wet cunt! Oh, yes! Squeeze her ass! I'm coming ... my cunt is coming! Squeeze her ass and shoot it to her, Carl! I'm coming! Ohh, fuck, I'm coming!"
The words tumbled from her mouth, her body shuddering with the tremendous orgasm. She clung to her tits, her fingers digging into the firm flesh, her nipples bulging between them. Her eyes were glazed as she tried to keep them focused on her daughter's flexing ass.
"I gotta ... I gotta..." Carl choked.
"Yes!" his sister cried out.
"Pour it in her!" Becky sobbed. "Ohhh, Carl, squirt it up her hot cunt! Come in her fucking wet pussy, Carl! Shoot that come juice up her hungry twat, baby! Give it to her cunt! Oooh, my pussy ... I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Carl let go.
The creamy jism splashed powerfully into his sister's satiny pussy, making her scream with delight. She slammed her ass down hard, making his cock fuck in as deep as possible. She shook her naked ass, her cunt exploding with ecstasy as her brother flooded it with his boiling, thick come juice.
Becky's eyes glazed over as her orgasm faded, and her body stilled.
When she finally focused her eyes again, she saw her daughter sprawled at her son's side, her legs together, the blonde triangle sparkling wetly. Carl was gasping for breath, still not knowing what had happened, but wanting more of it.
CHAPTER THREE
Becky lay in bed, seeing her son and daughter fucking in her imagination.
There was no doubt it was the most exciting thing to happen to her in years. All this time she had been fondling those shorts and panties, rubbing them into her face, stuffing them into her cunt and feeling herself come, thinking she was getting away with something.
But Janice had known.
And not said anything.
Becky had suspected her daughter was insatiable, but didn't know for certain-until this afternoon. She was a bit surprised that being such a hot little piece, Janice didn't want to fuck just any boy. She was surprised to learn that her daughter had not fucked that many. It was curious, she thought, that her daughter wanted cock so much, yet was discriminating about it. She knew how hard it was for her daughter to want a fuck so bad, and still manage to control it. She felt the same way, but had controlled it in her own special way. Using Janice's panties and her son's shorts had helped her, but she knew it wouldn't last. All it had done was make her a bit more hungry, a little hotter.
"Are you still awake, Mother?"
"Yes, darling," she replied as she saw her daughter in the doorway.
"Can we talk, Mother?"
"Of course," Becky said, sliding over on the bed to give Janice room to sit there. "What's wrong?"
Janice sat on the edge of the bed. Becky had not turned her bedside light off, and she lay there waiting for Janice to talk. Her eyes took in the skimpy gown, and paused where Janice's nipple protruded against the lace. She glanced down at the girl's naked thigh as Janice tucked the short gown between her thighs.
"Do you think Carl enjoyed himself this evening?" Janice asked.
Becky laughed, low and throaty. "I know he did," she said, dropping her hand on her daughter's knee.
"Do you think he'll want to fuck me again?"
"Why do you ask that, baby?" Becky wanted to know. "I'm sure he will. Honey, you gave your brother the best fuck he's going to get in years. I can see him now, bragging to his friends. I'm sure he's the first in his crowd to get fucked, you know."
"Maybe he feels ashamed," Janice said, her eyes straying to her mother's tits.
like her daughter, Becky wore a shortie gown, her tits fuller and bigger.
"I don't think so," she replied. "What makes you feel he might?"
"Well, I waited," Janice replied softly. "I undressed and got in bed, but he didn't come to my room. I sort of thought he would, after what happened earlier."
Becky's eyes glowed. "You wanted more?"
"Oh, yes, Mother," Janice cooed, hugging herself. "I told you, I want as much cock as I can get. I can't seem to get enough and I want to be fucked all the time. I guess something is wrong with me, huh?"
"Nothing is wrong with you," Becky said, squeezing her daughter's knee. "You just love it. Some of us are that way."
"Us?"
"Why do you think I've been playing around with his shorts and your ... panties?" Becky said, softly, sliding her palm higher on her daughter's thigh.
Janice gazed down at her mother, her eyes twinkling with her inner heat. "I've wondered about that," she said quietly. "Not Carl's shorts. I can understand that. But why my panties?"
"Don't you know by now?"
She moved her hand higher on Janice's thigh, feeling the softness, the creamy smoothness of it.
Janice didn't reply. She began to breathe faster, her small tits rising and falling inside her lacy gown. Becky dropped her eyes to them, and used her other hand to shove the top of her gown away from one of her own tits. Her nipple bulged upward, long and stiff. Janice stared at it, running her pink little tongue from one corner of her full lips to the other.
"Did you really want your brother to come to you again?" Becky whispered, moving her fingers higher, feeling the heat of her daughter's thigh. "Are you still hungry for ... more?"
Janice nodded. She was staring at her mother's tit, feeling those fingers going wickedly close to her crotch.
"Why didn't you go to him, Janice?"
"I didn't know if I should, Mother," Janice answered in a throaty voice. "I mean, I thought you wanted to be with us every time."
"Oh, I do," Becky mewled softly, her fingertips playing with the edge of her daughter's gown. "I want to watch you fucking, Janice. I love to see you with your brother's cock inside your cunt, seeing it stretch so sweetly around his prick, so deep in you." She slipped her fingers under the hem of her daughter's gown, feeling the soft blonde cunt hair. "But that doesn't mean you can't fuck him when I'm not there. Fuck the piss out of him if you want, honey. That's why this happened, so you can fuck when you want, keep it in the family, you might say."
Janice felt her mother's fingers playing in her pussy hair. It excited her, and she felt her cunt throbbing. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Janice cupped her mother's exposed tit, fondling it and pulling at the nipple. For a few long minutes, they said nothing. Janice caressed and fondled her mother's tit, then pulled the other one out. Becky watched her daughter's eyes glaze, listened to her heavy breathing, felt her young hands moving on her naked tits. She swallowed, her throat dry. She wanted to grab her daughter, pull her over and bury her mouth into that sweet, pink, wet cunt so badly.
Sliding her hand downward in the blonde pussy hair, she felt the tip of Janice's clit.
Janice moaned softly and spread her legs wider, scooting her knee against her mother's hip. Her blue eyes glanced into those of her mother. Becky smiled, and then Janice smiled. Janice pressed her hands down onto her mother's tits, almost smashing them flat. Becky mewled with pleasure as her nipples bored into her daughter's palms. Becky's searching finger slid along the rigid knot of her daughter's clit. Janice cried out softly and lifted her ass slightly. Becky pushed her finger into her daughter's cunt, slowly, very slowly.
"Janice, have you ever..."
"Never, Mother," her daughter whispered. "But I want..."
"I do, too," Becky purred, feeling her daughter's cunt squeezing her finger.
Janice wiggled her hips, feeling her mother's finger fucking in and out of her cunt. She shoved the sheet downward, and Becky kicked it off her body. Her gown, short like Janice's, was bunched about her hips, the dark hair of her pussy showing. Janice looked down at it, at her mother's long legs. Becky parted her legs, sliding her finger in and out of the tight, soaked, cunt. Janice moved her hot hand down, again slowly.
Janice ran her fingers through the silky hair of her mother's cunt, then along the hot lips. Becky twisted her ass, purring softly, fucking her finger faster into her daughter's delicious cunt.
"I want to..." Becky said. "I need to..." her daughter said at the same time.
"Oooh, yes, darling!" Becky mewled, pulling at her daughter's arm. "I know. We both need it!"
She pulled her daughter's face down, feeling the full lips close about one of her nipples. As Janice began to suck her mother's tit, she drove her finger into the hairy cunt. Becky gave a soft cry and shot her hips upward, feeling Janice stab her finger very deep.
"Ohhh, God, Janice!" she sobbed. "That's wonderful! It's been so long since I've felt anything in my pussy but my own finger!"
She finger-fucked her daughter swiftly, feeling the hot wetness smearing her knuckles. She pressed her cunt at Janice's hand.
"You'll make me come," Becky murmured.
"I want to, Mother," Janice said, lifting her mouth off the bulging nipple. "Let me make you come, Mother."
"I want to make you come, Janice," Becky whispered in a throaty voice. "But I want to make you come with ... I want to suck your cunt, Janice!"
Janice sucked in a hiss of air, staring at her mother's face. Becky searched it, seeing the young beauty, the flashing heat in those blue eyes. Janice was flushed with a pink color. Becky found herself wondering if she had said the right thing, and was starting to pull her finger free of the gripping young cunt, disappointed.
Janice grabbed her mother's wrist, holding her finger inside her cunt.
"Yes, Mother," she said, her voice very soft and low. Then, loudly: "Oh, yes! Please, Mother! Ohhh, suck my cunt, Mother!"
"Oh, Janice! Oh, baby!"
"Suck me, Mother!" Janice was almost crying now. She had pulled her finger out of her mother's cunt. "Lick my pussy, Mother! Please, please!"
Then she began kissing hotly into the thick mass of pussy hair. Becky gasped, placing her hand on the back of her daughter's head, fucking her finger in and out of her cunt once more. She spread her thighs widely, lifting her crotch. Feverishly, Janice shoved her face down, burying her sweet face into her mother's hairy, slippery, wet pussy. Becky gasped as she felt her daughter kissing at the swollen cunt lips, the tip of her tongue flicking lightly.
"Sit on my face!" Becky groaned. "Ohhh, honey, put your sweet cunt in my face!"
Janice lifted her head, and Becky saw the wetness of her own cunt glistening on her daughter's lips. Squealing, Janice twisted on the bed, tossing a long thigh over her mother's face. Becky gazed up between the creamy thighs, seeing her daughter's cunt. It was beautiful, sweet looking, wet and inviting. The blonde hair framed the succulent cunt lips, and the tip of Janice's cut strained from them. Becky ran her hands hotly up her daughter's thighs, cupping the cute ass tightly. Still squealing with eager delight, Janice plunged her cunt into her mother's face, grinding it in a tight circle. Becky gripped her daughter's ass and began to feverishly kiss everywhere into her daughter's crotch. Her lips became slippery with the dripping juices as they slipped and slid. She found her nose pushing into the hot crack of Janice's ass. With a muffled sob of ecstasy, Becky opened her mouth and stabbed her tongue into the satiny gash of her daughter's bubbling cunt.
Janice gave a short cry of delight, and began to smack her cunt up and down into her mother's mouth. "Fuck me, Mother! Ohhh, fuck me with your tongue! Suck my cunt, Mother! Ohhh, so good! Suck hard ... push your tongue real deep up my hot cunt, Mother!"
Becky tried to fuck her tongue deeply, her lips wide and around the hairy sugariness of the tasty pussy. She pulled the cheeks of her daughter's ass wide open, shoving the tip of her nose at the pink pucker of the hot ass-hole, then she pressed those lovely ass cheeks together.
Janice, atop her mother, drew her knees beneath her body, banging her cunt up and down, fucking at her mother's mouth. Her young hands were busy, feeling and touching her mother's cunt. She parted the hairy pussy lips wide, dipped her tongue into it, then cried out softly as she buried her young face into the wetness. Becky arched her hips, pressing hard into her daughter's mouth. She felt her daughter sliding her hands under her ass, then the young fingers gripped the ass cheeks hard, lifting her cunt.
Becky sucked and licked hungrily, flinging her own ass about while her daughter fucked her tongue in and out of her fiery cunt. The wet sounds excited Becky, and she sucked as hard as she could at her daughter's pussy. It was as tasty and juicy as she had thought it would be. She pulled the throbbing knot of her daughter's clit between her lips, sucking hard as her tongue flicked the sensitive tip. Janice sobbed into her mother's cunt, grinding her own furiously at Becky's face.
Becky ran a hand underneath her daughter's twisting body, pulling at her lacy gown. There was a tearing sound that neither paid attention to, and then Becky clung to a tight little tit, licking in a frenzy at the first cunt she had ever sucked. Juices dripped about her mouth and face, exciting her more. She fucked her tongue in and out, lapping at the sweet juices, ramming her own cunt hard into Janice's face. The way her daughter licked and sucked at her inflamed clit caused a fleeting suspicion, but she believed Janice when she said she had never sucked a cunt before. Her daughter was simply too hot, too hungry, and was licking her pussy with intense enthusiasm. Becky drew her hands back to her daughter's squirming ass, holding the ass cheeks tightly, the way her son had while they fucked earlier. Fucked earlier...
Becky's mind spun when she realized her daughter's cunt was this juicy because her son had shot that hot load of cock cream into it. His jism was still inside her daughter's cunt. With that knowledge, the familiar taste, Becky began to devour her daughter's cunt with a powerful hunger, her tongue fucking in and out, her lips sucking. She sucked the fuck-juice from her daughter's pussy greedily, knowing she was tasting her son's come juice, too. She slammed her cunt hard into her daughter's face, making Janice sob with delight. Janice gripped her mother's ass tightly, lifting up on it. Becky helped, and Janice almost had her doubled over, pressing and grinding her cunt into Becky's face.
"Ooohhh, Mother!" Janice lifted her wet mouth and wailed. "You're ... you're going to make me come! Tongue me ... fuck me! Make me come, Mother! Ohhh, I want to come!"
Feverishly, Becky licked and sucked, her mouth trying to wrap about every inch of her daughter's juicy cunt. She felt her upper lip pressing on the tightly puckered ass-hole, her bottom lip smashing Janice's throbbing clit. Her tongue fucked in and out of the tight pussy. She clutched the twisting cheeks of her daughter's ass, finding her nose buried between those cute ass cheeks.
When Janice came, she moaned into her mother's pussy, pressing her convulsing cunt hard into Becky's sucking mouth. Becky felt the spasms of her daughter's cunt, and cried out with ecstasy. She was making Janice come, she was sucking this sugary cunt the way she had wanted to for so long. She was tasting it in her mouth, and not from a pair of panties. She was tasting, too, her son's come juice, that he had squirted there two hours ago. Her pussy boiled, flexing and expanding. She cried into her daughter's cunt as she came.
Janice, too, sobbed as she felt her mother's pussy clutch her tongue. She went wild, sucking and licking frantically, grinding her pussy mindlessly into her mother's face. She closed her hot thighs about her mother's cheeks, her fingers clutching the woman's ass. Becky sucked as hard as she could, her mouth filling with the juices of her daughter's cunt. Nothing had ever tasted so good, nothing she could think of. Her orgasm kept rumbling through her overheated body, time and again. She felt Janice's cunt going through orgasm after orgasm, feeling those soft pussy lips grip her tongue, smashing into her open mouth.
With a long, almost tortured-sounding scream, Janice pulled her face from between her mother's hot thighs. She began to pound her cunt up and down, slapping it into her mother's face. Becky clung to her daughter tightly, feeling her lips being bruised, but she didn't care. She shoved her tongue out as far as she could, and let her daughter fuck it as wildly as she wanted. Her own pussy was still, her ass back on the bed, her legs still wide apart.
With a final cry, Janice flopped off her mother, sprawling at her side. She flung her arms above her head, legs wide apart. She began to giggle, gasping at the same time.
Becky raised herself on one elbow, watching her daughter, her eyes glowing as she licked at her bruised lips.
"Was it good, honey?" she asked in a whisper.
"It was wonderful, Mother!" Janice gurgled, her hips writhing in a lazy pattern. "It was very wonderful."
Becky caressed the blonde-haired cunt tenderly, then pressed her lips high on one of her daughter's thighs, kissing it. "Do you feel better now?"
"Better?" Janice asked.
"Since Carl didn't come to you," Becky reminded. "Does that cool your hot little cunt off a little?"
Janice giggled and sat up. She grabbed her mother and hugged her tightly, her small tits crushing against the larger ones. "Just a little," she said, then kissed her mother, running the tip of her tongue about her mother's pussy-wet lips. "I taste kind of good, don't I?"
"Mmmmm, you taste sweet," Becky smiled. "I guess I can tell you, now, that I've wanted to suck that pussy of yours for weeks."
"If only you'd said something," her daughter replied. "I've been walking around with that hairy cunt so hot, finger-fucking the piss out of myself."
"You could have fucked those dates," Becky reminded her.
"Mother!" Janice pretended shock. "I've got my reputation to worry about, you know. I can't fuck those guys. They'd talk and then where would I be?"
"You don't think Carl will brag?"
Janice hugged herself, giggling. "I don't give a fuck if he does. Who would believe a kid that young, and about fucking his sister, too?"
"That's what I mean ... keep it in the family."
CHAPTER FOUR
The following day, Becky waited for her daughter to grab Carl, throw him on the floor, and fuck him.
But Janice seemed to be waiting for Carl to start something.
Carl seemed shy, undecided what he should do. He wanted to touch his sister, touch his mother, feel them up. But he wasn't sure if they would let him. Carl was young, but he knew one incident didn't mean he could fuck his sister again, even if their mother had watched, urged them. He kept looking at them from the corners of his eyes, feeling his balls tingle and his cock getting half hard.
Becky listened to her daughter turn down two offers for dates that evening, and smiled her approval. She knew Janice didn't want to become aroused with some boy and then, worried about her reputation, fight him off and come home frustrated. But she knew Janice didn't have to be frustrated anymore. She had her brother, and it could be kept secret. She could fuck her brother, with Becky there encouraging them, and keep her reputation intact. She went around in a state of excitement as she watched and waited for Janice to do something.
Becky had dressed after a morning bath, wearing a lovely pale-blue sweater, sleeveless, and no bra. When she lifted her arms high, the curve of her lovely tits showed, and she lifted her arms often when her son was looking at her. Her navy-blue skirt was tight, hugging the cheeks of her shapely ass closely, defining them and cupping underneath as she walked. There was a slit along the left thigh, and Becky had worked on it until her thigh showed almost to her panties. Janice, too, had bathed that morning, and wore a small halter around her cute little tits, and a pair of white shorts. The shorts were tight, very tight, so her cunt puffed out at the crotch, with the white cheeks of her ass exposed, mostly when she leaned over.
Carl, skipping his usual morning shower, wore a pair of old faded jeans he had hacked off, leaving stringy fringe on the legs. Becky positioned herself in ways to peek at him, trying to see his cock, but so far she had not seen it. She went out of her way to lift her arms, cross her legs to show her thighs, and felt a thrill when her son peeked.
She was pleased when Janice lay on the floor and began doing exercises. She was pleased because she knew her daughter was starting to entice Carl.
Janice lay on her back, and began opening and closing her legs, holding her feet off the floor. The tight crotch of her white shorts spread, barely covering her sugary cunt. A few blonde pussy hairs peeped from the sides, and Becky winked at her daughter, a silent approval. Carl began to stare at his sister openly, his mouth open with delight. When Janice improvised by turning onto her stomach and drawing her knees beneath, thrusting her tight ass in the air, then waving it from side to side, Becky saw her son shove his hand to his crotch and rub slowly, his tongue moving about his lips. She and Carl watched. And Becky, remembering the sweet taste of her daughter's cunt the night before, found her own pussy throbbing, becoming wet. Her eyes darted from her daughter's ass to her son's hand rubbing at his crotch.
Finally, she could stand it no longer.
With a soft sound of pleasure, Becky whipped her sleeveless sweater off over her head and dropped it to the floor, her tits swelling out in lovely nakedness. Carl's eyes bulged, and the gasp that came out of him pleased Becky. She smiled at her son, cupping her tits and fondling them. Janice sat up, leaning back on her hands and spreading her legs wide, grinning lewdly at her mother.
"Don't laugh," Becky said, pulling at her long nipples. "I can't help it. I just want to ... well, be naked."
"Then be naked, Mother," Janice giggled.
Becky glanced at her daughter's crotch, and said in a breathless voice: "You might as well be yourself, honey. I can see your cunt in those things."
Carl made a gurgling sound and looked at his sister. "So can I, Janice," he mumbled, his face flushing.
"That's the idea," his sister grinned at him. "Why do you think I have them on? I outgrew these fucking shorts last year."
Carl glanced at his mother, his cock becoming hard inside his shorts. The morning before, his sister would not have said anything like that, and neither would his mother.
"Then take them off," Becky said throatily. "They don't look comfortable at all."
Becky slipped closer to her son on the couch, her skirt pulling wide until her thigh was fully revealed by the slit. She placed her hand on his naked leg, and began to stroke it softly and slowly. Carl trembled, wanting to touch his mother's naked tits, but he wanted permission first. All his young life he had been told what to do by his mother, and he was an obedient son. Then his sister had dominated him, especially in the past few years. It was ingrained in him to wait for permission about anything. Becky knew this, and she took his wrist, lifting his hand to her tit and curling his fingers about it.
"Does that feel good, honey?" she breathed.
Carl's shyness left as he nodded vigorously, feeling the heat of his mother's creamy tit.
"Play with it," Becky whispered. "Play with my tit, Carl. Look how hard you're making my nipple."
Janice sat watching them, her cute ass writhing on the floor. She untied her halter, and her perky tits came into view. Carl's eyes wobbled as he looked from his mother's tits to his sister's, his mouth open. He squeezed his mother's tits, making Becky groan with pleasure.
"Take those shorts off," she said to her daughter again.
While Janice peeled the tight shorts from her body, Becky could not keep from slipping her fingers under the leg of her son's cunt-offs. She tickled his balls with the tips of them, and then shoved the crotch away. She grasped her son's cock and pulled it into the open. Her eyes glazed as she looked down at it, closing her fingers tightly.
"Ohhh, it's so hard!" she purred, and she began to stroke up and down, her fist tight. "You're dripping, darling."
"Who wouldn't, Mom?" he gasped, pointing at his sister. "Look at Janice! I can see her cu ... I can see her!"
"See her cunt?" Becky murmured, pumping his cock. "Isn't it lovely, Carl? Remember what it felt like wrapped about your cock last night? Wouldn't you love to feel your sister's hot cunt on your cock again?"
"Yeah!" he choked excitedly.
Janice, naked, still sat on the floor, but she was leaning back and spreading her legs, lifting her hips. Her pink cunt glistened wetly, the blonde curls soft and making a mouth-watering frame for it. Becky's mouth watered up, and she darted her tongue from her lips in a meaningful gesture. Janice giggled again, and slipped her fingers to her pussy, spreading the sugary cunt lips to let her clit bulge out.
"Want some of this, Carl?" Janice teased, dipping her middle finger into her cunt a few times, then rubbing her clit. "Want some more of this pussy? I'm very wet and hot, Carl."
Becky stroked her son's cock, her eyes darting from it to her daughter's cunt, her own cunt bubbling hotly. She squeezed her thighs together, creating pressure upon her pussy. Carl held her tit, his cock rock hard.
Janice scooted closer, lifting her knees but keeping them wide open. Her blue eyes were like liquid fire as she stared at her brother's cock. When she was close enough, she lifted one foot and slipped it to his crotch, pressing lightly at his balls with her toes.
"Don't do that, Janice!" Carl groaned.
"Why not?"
"It might make me ... you know."
"Make you come, Carl?" Becky said, squeezing his cock hard while her daughter caressed his balls with her toes.
Carl nodded.
"But you want to come, don't you?" Becky whispered, darting the wet tip of her tongue into her son's ear. She gave his cock a few fast pumps, then slipped her thumb over his seeping piss hole, smearing the juices about the smooth cockhead. "I can make you come with my hand, you know."
Janice dropped her foot, getting to her knees and kneeling in front of her brother, watching her mother jack on his prick. She placed her hot little hands on her brother's thighs, and leaned closer, her eyes blazing with desire. She moved a hand to his crotch, pushing his shorts farther aside. She cupped his young balls in her hot little hand, massaging them, feeling the fullness, the heat. Becky jerked on her son's cock, watching her daughter play with his balls. She was getting very close to coming, herself. Her hairy cunt was drenching her panties, and Carl was so excited now he wasn't fondling her tit, but holding it.
"Want a taste?" Becky said to her daughter, her voice hoarse. "Want to taste Carl's cock, Janice?"
Janice giggled, a low, almost shy sound. "How did you know what I was thinking about, Mother?"
"Maybe because of last night," Becky replied.
She squeezed her son's cock at the base, drawing her fist up to make the juice bubble out of his piss hole. Janice clung to her brother's balls, gazing at the juices. She ran her pink tongue over her young lips, and her head moved closer.
"Kiss his cock, baby," Becky urged. "Kiss your brother's cock!"
Janice shivered as she lowered her face, feeling the wetness of Carl's smooth cock head, and slowly moved from side to side, feeling the hot smoothness against her lips. The tip of her tongue moved outward, and she lightly touched it to the tip of her brother's cock.
"Suck it!" Becky cried out.
Janice twisted her brother's balls, just enough to make Carl groan with a stab of pleasure.
"Suck his cock, Janice," Becky urged hotly. "Take his cock in your mouth and suck it!"
Janice whimpered softly, her eyes flashing to her mother's face, then her brother's. "Mother," she whispered, her eyes going back to his cock, "I don't know how."
"Do you want to suck his cock?" Becky asked.
"Ohhh, I think so!" Janice said. "I think it would be fantastic."
"Then put it in your mouth and suck," Becky said, jacking her son's cock slowly. "You'll learn how to suck it quick enough. Suck him off, baby! I want to see your brother's cock in your hot mouth! Suck him off, Janice!"
"Make him come in my mouth, Mother?"
"Suck his cock, Janice," Becky said, her voice almost demanding. "Please, Janice, let me watch you suck his cock."
Janice, holding her breath, leaned down again. She swished her tongue against her brother's cock, tasting the juices smeared over the smooth cock head. She wasn't doing this because her mother wanted her to; sucking a cock had been on her young mind for some months. Her pretty little cunt was burning as she leaned down, still holding his balls. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, finding the hotness of it exciting.
Becky leaned down to see better, still pumping her son's prick. Her eyes glowed with heat.
Janice sucked the head of her brother's cock, her tongue flicking across his piss hole. Her mother's fist brushed across her stretched lips as it jacked up and down. She cupped her brother's balls in one hand, the other sliding into his shorts to hold his hip.
"Beautiful, Janice," Becky whispered softly. "That's beautiful! Suck his cock, honey! God, you look so sweet with that cock in your mouth. It makes my cunt so wet!"
Janice whimpered as she fluttered her tongue about the head of her brother's cock. She slipped her lips down a little more, then more yet. Becky couldn't jerk his cock now, but she held the base tightly and watched her daughter's cheek sink inward with strong suction. Becky became intensely excited, spreading out on the couch on her stomach, resting her face on her son's thigh to watch her daughter suck his cock. She began to caress her daughter's back, stroking the young flesh from Janice's shoulders to the cute, tight ass.
"Do you like it, Carl?" she moaned. "Do you like your sister's hot mouth on your beautiful cock?"
"Yeah!" Carl moaned.
"Tell her!" Becky said. "Tell her you love it!"
"I love it, Janice."
"Not that way," Becky said, removing her hand from his cock and reaching under his ass. "Come on, tell her!"
Becky squeezed her son's ass, her other hand digging into a tight cheek of her daughter's ass. She was gasping with voyeuristic pleasure. Her skirt had pulled to her waist when she lay on her stomach, and her pantied ass twisted and bunched. Carl shoved his hand to it, feeling the shapely ass cheeks.
"Shove your hand in my panties," Becky urged.
Carl did, and began to play with his mother's ass while his sister sucked his cock.
"I love for you to suck my cock, Janice," he groaned.
"That's it!" Becky gurgled, watching her daughter swallow more of his prick. "Suck him, Janice! Oooo, take all that hard cock in your hot mouth, honey! Suck him off ... lick his cock, baby!"
She twisted her ass while her son squeezed from cheek to cheek. She could press her cunt onto the cushions, and began to hump as if she were fucking.
Janice, sucking up and down on her brother's cock, suddenly pulled up. She grabbed Carl's cock with her hand, and without warning, twisted it to her mother's face. "You suck it, Mother!" Before Becky could react, she found the swollen head of her son's cock in her mouth. Her eyes closed and she licked, tasting the juices, then with a soft cry, rammed her mouth down hard, taking her son's cock deeply into her throat.
"Suck his cock, Mother!" Janice urged gleefully.
Becky moaned, darting her mouth up and down her son's cock, sucking almost frantically. She lifted her ass into his hand when she felt his fingers sliding between her thighs. Carl, excited beyond control, fucked a finger into his mother's cunt.
Becky's mouth jerked off his cock as she squealed. "Ohhh, my God! You have your finger in my cunt!"
Janice giggled lewdly. "Finger-fuck her cunt, Carl!" she yelped. "Finger-fuck mother's hot fucking cunt!"
She dipped her face again and began to suck her brother's prick. She darted her lovely young face up and down, her eyes slitted and fiery with desire. Becky sobbed as her son kept stabbing his finger into her cunt, and her ass lifted to meet it. She clung to his ass with tight fingers, watching her daughter sucking in a frenzy.
"Make him come, Janice!" she cried out twisting her ass. "Make him come in your mouth! Suck the jizz out of his sweet balls! Suck him! Suck the piss out of his hard cock, darling!"
Janice glanced at her mother, bobbing her mouth up and down. The taste of her brother's cock inside her mouth was delicious. Her lips stretched in a hot manner, her tongue flicking. The feel of his cock sliding between her lips was better than she imagined. She didn't mind the juice dripping over her tongue; it delighted her.
Becky could hardly see. Her eyes were unfocused. Her cunt was on fire and her son's finger fucked in and out so sweetly. Her clit was swollen painfully, and she was close to coming.
Janice, enjoying the hotness of her brother's cock in her mouth, sucked him without thought. Her tongue swirled about the prick head, her lips clinging tightly as she darted her pretty face up and down. She was no longer holding his balls, but gripping his thighs. She twisted her naked ass from side to side, her mother holding one ass cheek.
"I'm about to come!" Becky groaned. "Ohhh, Carl ... you're going to make mother come!"
Janice jerked her mouth off her brother's cock. "Fuck me, Mother!" she sobbed. "Finger-fuck me!"
"Oh, yes!" Becky cried out, shoving her hand between her daughter's legs from behind and fucking her finger into the hot wetness.
Carl was groaning. His balls were tight and full. He was getting close to coming too, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. His sister was sucking his cock, but she hadn't sucked one before. He didn't know if he should come or shove her face away.
The decision was made for him.
With a loud grunt, he came.
Janice felt the hot spurt of come juice splash at the back of her throat. Her blue eyes almost popped out of her head. She had half her brother's cock inside her mouth, and he was squirting that creamy jism across her tongue rapidly. She groaned wetly, her cunt convulsing about her mother's stabbing finger.
Becky gave a scream as her pussy clamped in orgasm on her son's buried finger. Janice swallowed, more because she didn't know what else to do than for any other reason at the moment. But as her mouth filled with cock cream, she found the taste exquisite. She lifted her lips on his cock and began to work her tongue about his gushing piss hole, getting the full taste of his come juice, her cunt exploding time and again about her mother's finger.
"Ohhhh, wow!" Janice groaned, pulling her mouth off her brother's cock.
But Carl had one final spurt left. It came shooting out of his cock hard, and right into his mother's open lips.
"Ooommm!" Becky sobbed, tasting his come juice. "Oh, my God!"
She shot her tongue out and licked the head of her son's cock, lapping up what jism was left by her daughter.
CHAPTER FIVE
"That wasn't supposed to happen," Becky said, sitting up.
Her skirt was still wrapped about her waist, and her long legs and panties showed.
Janice was sitting at her brother's feet, playing with his cock as she rested her head on his knee.
"What wasn't, Mother?" she asked. "Getting finger-fucked by Carl," Becky replied. She was still a little breathless from the power of her orgasm, and her naked tits moved as she breathed.
"Why wasn't it?" Janice asked.
"He's my son," Becky said, unable to keep a grin off her beautiful face. "A son isn't supposed to finger-fuck his mother."
"A sister shouldn't fuck her brother," Janice reminded her, "and shouldn't be sucking his cock off, either. But you told me to fuck him and suck him."
Carl glanced at his mother, and started to laugh. "Did you do that, Mom?"
"She wasn't supposed to tell," Becky said.
Janice leaned to her brother's cock and kissed it, then lowered her face to kiss his young balls. "Mmmmm, nice," she purred. "I think I could be a cock-sucker all the time."
"I thought you never sucked cock before," Becky said. "The way you sucked Carl, I'd say that shows experience."
"Just enthusiasm, Mother," Janice answered. "It tasted so good I wanted to suck it in my throat."
Despite the orgasm, Becky was still excited. The taste of her son's come juice created a need inside her, a need greater than before. She wanted to pump his cock into hardness again and stuff it into her own pussy, yet she was holding back. She enjoyed watching her daughter fucking him, sucking him, but all it was doing was tormenting her, she knew. She parted her legs and caused the crotch of her wet panties to stretch. The dark hair of her pussy showed through the skimpy nylon, with curls sticking from the crotch. Janice slipped her hand up her mother's hot, smooth thigh and stroked a tip of one finger up and down the wet panties, making her mother purr as she writhed her ass. Carl watched, his cock starting to harden again.
"How come Janice can touch you and I can't, Mom?" he asked.
"I didn't say you couldn't touch me, honey," Becky replied.
"You said I wasn't supposed to put my finger in you," he reminded her, watching his sister's finger move up and down the slit of that hairy cunt.
"That isn't touching," Becky said, finding herself heating up. She slipped her hand to his cock, holding it. "I'm touching you, and you can touch me."
Carl shoved his hand to his mother's stomach, then down over her panties. Janice moved her hand to one side while her brother felt their mother's cunt through the thin panties. Becky gave a soft gurgle of pleasure, pushing her cunt against her son's hand.
"Why don't you fuck him, Mother?" Janice asked.
"Yeah, Mom," Carl groaned as he felt the puffy wetness of his mother's cunt through her panties. "Let me fuck you, too."
"Ohhh, I want ... God, I want to!" Becky sobbed, twisting her hips. "I want that cock in my cunt so bad, baby!"
"Then fuck him," Janice urged.
Becky almost agreed. "If you'll..."
"If I'll what, Mother?" Janice asked.
Becky pumped her son's cock, her fingers tight. She twisted her cunt into his hand, her eyes gazing down at it. Her cunt was on fire, and she was very wet. Pussy juice seeped through the thin nylon.
"Never mind," she finally whispered.
Janice slipped her face between her mother's open thighs. She knew that, despite everything so far, her mother needed encouragement. She darted her tongue between her lips and flicked the inner flesh of her mother's thigh. She then pushed her brother's hand to one side, and pressed her mouth into her mother's crotch. Tasting the cunt juices on the panties, Janice licked them.
"Now I know why you play with my panties," she giggled. "Your cunt tastes good through them." She glanced at her brother.
"Want a taste, Carl?"
"No, please," Becky said quickly, but she didn't close her thighs.
"Taste mother's cunt, Carl," Janice urged, pulling at her brother. "Push your face between her legs and taste her hot cunt."
Carl, very eager now, leaned over and shoved his face into his mother's crotch. Becky whimpered and made a feeble attempt to push him away. But her daughter caught her hands, holding them.
"Kiss her hot cunt, Carl!" Janice hissed. "Lick at her panties and taste the juice!"
Carl did, sliding his tongue up and down the wet heat of his mother's panties. Becky groaned, unable to stop pushing her cunt into his face. She pulled one hand from her daughter's grip, and grabbed her son's cock tightly.
"Ohhh, Carl!" Becky sobbed, grinding her pussy at her son's face.
Janice began kissing and licking at her mother's thigh, her blue eyes wide as she watched her brother licking. She turned loose of her mother's other hand and cupped a firm tit in her small palm. She caressed and squeezed her mother's tit, running her tongue along the flesh of her thigh, close to her brother's face. Carl moved to one side, and watched his sister take a few licks at the panties.
"Pull her panties open," Janice urged hotly.
"Let's see her hairy cunt, Carl!"
"Please, don't do this to me!" Becky sobbed.
But she wasn't resisting. She was gripping her son's cock hard, feeling it stiffen in her hand. The fiery tongues lapping at her thighs, one on each, were sending her into a spinning fog of rapture. Her cunt throbbed and twitched, her clit straining.
Carl pulled the crotch of his mother's panties to one side, and stared at her hairy cunt. Janice poked her tongue against her mother's clit, making Becky's hips jerk as she squealed.
"You do that too, Carl," she said.
Carl shoved his mouth into his mother's crotch without hesitation. He felt the scalding pussy juice on his lips, and shoved his tongue into the boiling fuck-hole. Becky gave a cry, a cry of ecstasy. She began to jack his cock, squirming her cunt into his face. Janice giggled lewdly, pulling at her mother's nipple.
"See, you love it, Mother!"
"Oh, God! Yes, I do!" Becky sobbed.
Carl licked and stabbed at his mother's cunt. The pussy hair tickled his cheeks and chin, and excited him. His cock throbbed hard inside his mother's stroking fist. Janice managed to open her mother's cunt with her fingers, enabling Carl to shove his tongue very deep. Becky's crotch shot up against his mouth hard.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she cried out.
"Lick her cunt!" Janice squealed. "Suck her hot cunt, Carl! Fuck her with your tongue! Eat her wet, hairy snatch!"
Becky twisted her hips, grinding into her son's mouth. She pumped his cock swiftly, crying with the exquisite sensations his tongue produced inside her cunt. Her clit bulged when he sucked it between his lips.
Janice, delighted with her mother's response, pushed her brother's face away, and buried her own into the juicy, hairy cunt. She sucked and licked a few times with her brother watching, anxious to get his mouth back on his mother's bubbling pussy.
"Okay, your turn," Janice said, pulling away and licking at her lips.
"What the fuck is this?" Becky laughed. "Take-turn time?"
Neither answered her.
Carl was sucking her cunt again. Janice drew his hand down between her thighs and curled his fingers into her cunt. "You can finger-fuck me, Carl," she said in a low voice. "Even if mother doesn't want you to stick your fingers in her cunt, you can do it to me."
Carl, mouthing his mother's cunt hungrily, rammed his finger into his sister's cunt. Janice gasped with the sudden penetration, standing on her knees, spread wide. She humped her little ass, fucking his darting finger and using her hand to spread her mother's cunt open for her brother.
"Make her come, Carl! Suck her hot fucking cunt and make her come! Lick her hairy twat!"
Carl was sucking and licking in a frenzy, enjoying the hot, wet taste of his mother's pussy. So much had happened to him in just two days, he was almost overwhelmed with it. He no longer thought of the little girl next door, the one he had been trying to peek at. She was too young for this, he decided. He didn't realize the girl was his age. Besides, he had tried to touch her little cunt once and she got mad at him. He could touch his mother's cunt, suck it even, or his sister's pussy-he didn't need that little girl anymore.
Working his finger into his sister's cunt, he thrust his tongue as deep as he could up his mother's pussy. He loved the softness of it, the way the hairy cunt lips covered his mouth. He enjoyed sucking on her cut and feeling his mother respond by pushing against his mouth.
But Janice wasn't satisfied with his finger.
She pulled his hand from her legs and stood up. "Turn over, Carl!" she said hotly. "I want that cock! I'm going to fuck you even if mother won't!"
Carl lifted his face from his mother's cunt, his cheeks and chin glistening with wetness.
"Fuck him, Janice!" Becky urged.
Janice pulled her brother to the floor. She scrambled about, pulling at his cut-offs. Carl lifted his ass so she could tug them from his body. His cock stood straight up, very hard, the cock head swollen, his balls looking full. There was a small patch of hair at the base of his cock that Becky had not noticed the night before.
Now that she had her brother naked, Janice peeled her shorts from her body, wiggling her ass cutely, her blue eyes staring hotly at his cock. She kicked the shorts away, and stepped over him, straddling his hips.
"I've always wanted to get fucked this way," she said, squatting down. "I've wanted to be on top. I can take a cock real deep this way."
Becky watched her daughter part the fuzzy lips of her creamy cunt as she brushed it over the smooth head of her brother's cock. Janice held her breath as she slowly lowered herself.
Becky could see that succulent cunt stretch as Carl's cock fucked in.
Janice let out a long sigh of pleasure as she stuffed her cunt with Carl's cock, her little ass settling tightly onto him. She sat there for a moment, her young face bright with pleasure. Then, with a squeal, Janice began to pump up and down, fucking her brother's cock with her gripping cunt.
"Look, Mother-no hands!" Janice giggled.
"Silly little cunt," Becky laughed, her pussy still boiling. She had been on the brink of coming when her daughter wanted to fuck Carl. She rubbed at her pussy, the crotch of her panties still to one side.
Janice, bouncing gleefully on her brother's cock, watched her mother.
"Take those fucking clothes off, Mother!" she said huskily. "Take that stupid skirt and wet panties off. What are you trying to hide from us now? Let Carl see your cunt, see your tits, your ass! Let him see you naked, Mother!"
Becky hesitated. The idea she'd had was for her son and daughter to fuck, to suck, so she could watch and enjoy herself. She still fought against her desires to fuck her son, despite the wild cunt-sucking she had done with her daughter the night before. She didn't know why she didn't jump right in and fuck him. She wanted to, badly. So far, she had not been entirely naked with her son. Being that way with her daughter was different, somehow. If she did become naked, Becky knew it was a step closer to letting her son fuck her, push his beautiful cock into her cunt and squirt it full of boiling, young come juice.
She gazed at her daughter, seeing that blonde cunt gripping Carl's cock, fucking up and down.
"Oh, what the hell,' she said, standing up. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, then she shoved at her panties. She hesitated with them on her hips, watching her son look at her upside down.
Then she shoved her panties off.
"Better, Mother," Janice said, bouncing up and down on Carl's cock. "Much better. Now all you have to do is sit in Carl's face."
"Oh, I couldn't..."
"He was sucking your fucking cunt just a minute ago," Janice reminded her mother. "What's the difference! Sit in his face and he'll suck the piss out your hairy twat, Mother. Won't you, Carl?"
"Yeah!" Carl grunted, staring up between his mother's thighs at her cunt. "Come on, Mom ... put your twat in my face! I'll suck your cunt and make you come!"
Becky didn't hesitate this time. She straddled her son's head, and Carl looked up, seeing the pink wetness of her cunt, framed by dark hair. When his mother started to squat down, facing Janice, he ran his hands along her thighs. He curled his fingers about his mother's ass cheeks as she squatted, and pressed his young face into her bubbling cunt.
"Ohhh, my God! That's good, Carl!" Becky whimpered, twisting her crotch into his face, watching her daughter fucking up and down. "Lick me, honey! Ohhh, baby, suck my cunt! Janice, fuck him, fuck his cock!"
Becky shoved her hands to her daughter's small tits, gripping them. Janice grabbed her mother's larger tits, and they began to kiss hungrily. Janice pounded her hot little ass up and down swiftly, stabbing herself in the bubbling cunt with her brother's throbbing cock. Becky squirmed and smashed her hairy cunt into her son's face, feeling his tongue fucking in and out. Carl held his mother's ass with his hands, licking and sucking hungrily.
His sister banged onto his cock very hard, making it difficult for him to move. He could hear his mother and sister squealing, knowing they were kissing each other, feeling tits. His balls became tight and full with come juice.
"Ooooo, fuck him, Janice!" Becky gurgled. "Ohhh, Carl shoves his tongue so deep in my cunt! Eat my cunt, Carl! Suck mother's hot pussy, baby! Come in your sister's tight pussy."
"Give it to her, Carl!" Janice wailed, riding his cock with quick screwing motions of her fiery ass. "Suck the piss out of mother's twat! Suck her and lick her and tongue her! Make her hot cunt come, Carl! Oooo, my pussy ... my pussy is on fire and I want to come!"
Becky was feeling such intense ecstasy, she sat tightly into her son's face, not realizing he was having trouble breathing. She could feel the hot breath coming from his nose, burning into the crack of her ass, searing her tightly puckering ass-hole. His tongue licked all about her crotch, sometimes inside her cunt, sometimes at her inflamed clit. She jiggled her ass about, grinding into his face. Her eyes were burning on the way her daughter's sugary cunt rode the hard cock of her son. She shoved her fingers down and felt the wetness of Janice's cunt. Feverishly, she licked her fingers, sucking them.
"Ohhh, I'm going to come soon!" she whimpered. "I'm going to come in your cunt-fucking face, Carl!"
"Smother his face, Mother!" Janice cried out, banging down hard on his cock. "Come in his fucking face! Make Mother come, Carl! Tongue-fuck her hot cunt and make her come!"
Carl was sucking greedily, his balls aching now. Every inch of his young face was smeared with the exciting juices of his mother's cunt. He fucked his tongue deeply into the softness, swishing it around, swallowing at the juices. His cock throbbed and tingled inside his sister's clasping cunt.
Wet slapping sounds came from the banging of Janice's tight little ass. With a cry, Janice shot a hand behind her dancing ass and grabbed her brother's loaded balls. She twisted them, pressing them at her ass-hole, squealing mindlessly. Her cunt squeezed his cock tightly.
"Ohhh, I'm going to come!" Becky shouted, smashing her cunt hard into her son's face, grinding in a frenzy. "I'm going to come! Suck me, Carl! Suck my cunt hard! Oooooooo, I'm going to ... there! I'm coming! Ohhhh, my God! I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Carl felt his mother's cunt pulling on his tongue.
"I am, too! Janice screamed. "Ohhhh, Mother! I'm coming, too! My cunt is squeezing Carl's cock and I'm coming!"
Carl couldn't take it.
His cock throbbed, then he began to fill his sister's cunt with rapid squirts of come juice. He felt his sister pressing his balls against the heat of her ass-hole, feeling that ass ring tighten, while her cunt sucked at his cock frantically.
"Oh, God! Oh, my God!" Becky sobbed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Janice cried in ecstasy.
Carl couldn't make a sound.
His mother was smashing her convulsing cunt into his face hard, and his cock kept spraying the satiny softness of his sister's greedy cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
"That wasn't so bad, was it, Mother?" Janice breathed.
She was on her back, legs wide, come juice dripping out of that blonde cunt. Becky stared at it, licking her lips. She sat at her son's head, knees drawn up as if trying to hide her cunt.
"No, it wasn't," she agreed, unable to take her eyes from her daughter's pussy.
The creamy come juice attracted her, and she swallowed in a soft, gulping sound. Carl lay on his back, his face still wet with the juices of his mother's cunt. He looked at them happily, his cock and balls relaxed.
Janice understood the gleam in her mother's eyes, and she lifted her hips and teasingly began to grind them, her cunt being offered.
"Go ahead, Mother," Janice said.
"Go ahead what?" Becky asked, her voice husky.
"Why be so shy now?" Janice replied. "You're only pretending, anyway. Go ahead. You know you want to."
"This is the way I wanted it," Becky said, her voice low. "I only wanted you and Carl to fuck. I wanted to watch you, maybe play with myself. I didn't really want to become involved-not this way."
"Bullshit, Mother," Janice said, grinding her cunt in the air.
"No, really," Becky insisted.
"I don't believe that," Janice said. "You can't tell me you were getting off by playing with my panties and sucking the jizz out Carl's shorts. You made him come in them, didn't you?"
Becky confessed she had. "You liked it when he sucked your cunt, didn't you?" Becky nodded.
"And last night," Janice said.
"Don't say anything about that," Becky pleaded, glancing at her son.
"You couldn't stop sucking my cunt, Mother," Janice said. "You wanted to suck my cunt all night."
Carl giggled.
Becky flushed for a moment, then fought it off.
Before she could react, her daughter had sat up, grabbed her by the back of her head, and pulled her face into that fiery blonde-haired cunt. Becky struggled for a moment, but the taste of her son's come juice on Janice's cunt suddenly stopped her struggles.
"Lick it out, Mother!" Janice hissed. "Suck his come juice out of my cunt!"
Carl stared at what his sister was doing. He was sure Janice would get into trouble because she wasn't playing, teasing. What he saw instead was his mother cooperating with his sister. He saw his mother's naked ass lift into the air, her slim thighs slightly parted, her face pressing between Janice's slender thighs. Janice lifted her feet into the air, her legs spread wide, clinging to the back of her mother's head.
Becky tasted the wet heat of her daughter's cunt on her lips, and with a soft cry of delight, began to kiss and suck at the blonde-haired cunt of her daughter. She thrust her tongue deeply, tasting her son's come juice, drawing it into her mouth, swallowing swiftly. Her naked ass twisted in the air, and Carl moved into a position so he could see it, and still watch his mother's face buried into Janice's cunt. He stared at his mother's spreading ass, at the clenching of her ass-hole, and most of all, the hair lips of her cunt that pooched back. He felt his cock lifting, turning hard. He leaned closer to gaze at his mother's cunt, caressing his cock with one hand. He remembered his mother said he could touch, and he began to feel her up, sliding his hand up and down her creamy inner thighs, touching lightly at her pussy, dragging his fingertip into the crack of her ass. He watched with interest when her ass-hole sucked inward as his fingertip probed gently.
Becky sobbed into her daughter's cunt as she felt her son feeling around between her thighs. She felt his finger pushing gently at her ass-hole, and fucked her tongue deeply into her daughter's cunt, shoving her ass backward almost instinctively. She rubbed her open mouth up and down Janice's juicy cunt, bringing gurgles of pleasure from her daughter. The feel of those hot young thighs pressing at her face sent rippling rapture through her body. She wiggled her ass, and heard her son moan in pleasure.
"Suck it, Mother!" Janice squealed, humping her crotch up and down, beating her cunt into her mother's face. "Ohhhh, suck my pussy! Tongue my cunt, Mother! I'll come again if you keep tongue-fucking my pussy!"
Becky clasped her daughter's bouncing ass tightly in her palms, holding the steaming pussy into her mouth. Her tongue darted and licked at everything, the puffy pussy lips, the swollen clit, the soft inner wetness. She moved her ass in the air, waving it, her own cunt turning wet again. Her son was rubbing with both hands, over her ass, her thighs, cupping her cunt in one and stroking her puckering ass-hole with the other. Sensation after sensation went through her like scalding waves.
"Your cunt is wet, Mom," she heard her son say in a gruff voice. "Your pussy is wet and hot."
Becky cried out into her daughter's cunt, her tongue fucking in and out with quick thrusts. She felt her daughter's pussy gripping her tongue, then tasted the knotted clit as it throbbed between her lips. Her ass began to churn side to side, sounds of her ecstasy muffled by her daughter's cunt and squeezing thighs.
"Carl, fuck her!" Janice urged in a hot voice. "Fuck Mother in her hairy cunt! Go on, put your cock up her cunt and fuck the piss out of her!"
Becky heard the words, and started to lift her face to protest. But Janice clamped her thighs tightly about her head, holding her mouth into her bubbling pussy tightly.
"He's going to fuck you, Mother. You want him to fuck you. You know you want Carl to fuck you!"
Becky tried to close her thighs, to draw her cunt between them. She wanted her son to fuck her, she would admit to herself, but...
She felt the hot head of her son's cock moving about the back of her thigh. His piss hole was leaving a searing trail of wetness on her flesh. She thought the only way to prevent her son from stabbing his cock into her cunt would be to shove her legs out straight. But Carl was pressing at them, preventing that. She felt his cock pushing at the swollen mouth of her cunt, and tried to lower her crotch as a means of stopping his penetration. Although she was trying to keep her son from shoving his cock into her cunt by wiggles and darts of her ass, Becky kept licking and sucking at her daughter's blonde-haired cunt. She was tasting pussy juice and jism, her face smeared with them, her tongue tingling as she lapped deeply.
She moaned when she felt the head of her son's cock fucking into her cunt. In a last effort to stop it, she shifted her ass. Carl's cock slipped and moved upward.
Becky's eyes went wide as she felt her son's cock fucking into her ass-hole. There wasn't any pain, only surprise. The blonde hairs of her daughter's cunt covered her face except for her eyes. Janice was gazing down at her mother, grinning as she humped her cunt up and down. She glanced up at her brother, who knelt at their mother's uplifted ass.
"You have your cock in her cunt yet, Carl?" Janice asked, gasping with ecstasy. "Is your cock up her twat now?"
Carl's expression was one of surprise.
"It's in her ass-hole, Janice!" he choked.
"In her ass-hole?"
"Yeah!"
Becky, clinging to her daughter's ass with both hands, wasn't moving. Her tongue was inside the soft heat of her daughter's cunt, also still. She could feel her son's cock inside her ass-hole, feel the ass ring stretching about the cock head. She could feel it throbbing, and her cunt was sucking inward, her clit swelling even more.
"Is it really in her ass."
"Yeah, Janice!"
"Fuck her!" Janice cried out. "Fuck her in the ass, Carl!"
The words of her daughter were very lewd, yet exciting, to Becky. The way her son's cock filled her ass-hole was exciting, too. The idea went through her mind that being fucked in the ass by her son wasn't the same as letting him fuck her in the cunt. Besides, it was amazing how good his cock felt up her ass. There was a beautiful tingling, a burning, sort of. She liked the feeling of her ass-hole stretching, the way his cock throbbed. It felt very big inside her ass-hole, but not at all uncomfortable. She felt a strong impulse to scream out at her son, to tell him she wanted the rest of his cock up her ass. But Janice was holding her face tightly into her daughter's cunt, those hot, smooth young thighs gripping her head.
"Should I?" Carl asked, doubtful.
"Do it!" his sister moaned. "Come on, Carl! Fuck Mother in the ass! It's okay! Ram her fucking ass with your hard cock!"
Despite his doubts, Carl's cock was being squeezed by his mother's ass-hole. His balls drew up, and he placed his hands on her hips. He slowly pressed his cock inward, watching it fuck into her tight ass-hole. He heard his mother moan, and he paused.
But then Becky moved. She pushed her ass toward him.
"See!" Janice yelled. "She loves it! Don't you love it, Mother?" She's pushing her ass on your cock, Carl! Fuck her ... ram your cock up her ass!"
Carl couldn't resist.
He dug his hands into his mother's hips and lunged.
Becky screamed into her daughter's cunt. It wasn't a scream of pain, but the sound of surprised ecstasy. The full length of her son's cock fucked into her ass-hole swiftly, and she felt his lower body shoving hard at the spreading cheeks of her ass. Her ass-hole, by itself, grabbed the base of her son's cock and squeezed, flexing the way a fist would do. She felt his balls smashed against her cunt, and those hairy, sensitive pussy lips writhed against them. She began to cry into her daughter's cunt, cry with rapture. She started sucking and licking at her daughter's cunt with renewed vigor, moving it as deep as she could into the sugary softness. At the same time, she wiggled her ass, a silent message for her son to fuck her.
"She wants it up the ass!" Janice cried out. "Fuck her ass, Carl! Look at Mother wiggle that pretty ass! Give it to her ... ram your cock up her hot ass-hole!"
Carl gave in to the exquisite sensations and began fucking his cock in and out, fucking his mother in her ass. Becky let out another soft, muffled scream. The feel of her son's cock throbbing so deep inside her ass-hole had been beautiful, but the friction of it on the ring of her clamped ass-hole was even more so. She heard her son grunting, felt his cock sliding back and forth. Each time he fucked his cock into her ass-hole, his balls crushed against her drippy ping cunt. Becky sucked in a frenzy at her daughter's pussy, moving one hand from the creamy ass and scooting it between her thighs. She grasped her son's balls tightly, and as he pounded his cock into her burning ass-hole, she rubbed his balls at her pussy.
Janice, watching her brother fucking his cock into their mother's ass, thrashed her own about with wild pleasure, smashing her cunt into her mother's face time and again. She was, in effect, fucking her mother's tongue. Becky held her tongue out of her open mouth as far as she could, feeling her daughter's cunt riding on it, her lips pressing at the hot wetness. She moved her ass in a gyrating motion, humping it back to meet the fuck-lunges of her son's cock. She loved the way his balls rubbed across her fingers and palm as he fucked her, the way they smacked her cunt wetly.
"Fuck her in the ass-hole!"
"I am!" Carl groaned.
"Eat my cunt, Mother!" Janice sobbed, her thighs parting as she strained her pussy hard against her mother's mouth. "Ooooo, suck my cunt hard! Suck it while Carl fucks your hot ass, Mother! Ooohhh, it's so good, so fucking good!"
It was more than good for Becky. Eating her daughter's cunt and feeling her son's cock fucking up her ass was exquisite agony. Her ass-hole was stretched big, yet it was tight around his prick. She didn't find it odd that her cunt was gripping at his balls, that her clit was ready to explode. The sensations were strange, but so very delicious. Janice was whipping her cunt about so wildly, Becky found she was licking that pink ass-hole of her daughter as often as she was her cunt. But she didn't mind. Every nerve of her naked body was tingling, vibrant with erotic rapture.
Janice began to lift and lower her ass, feeling her mother's tongue lapping into her ass-hole, then her cunt. Time and again she pumped her widespread crotch up and down, crying out with squeals of ecstasy. She wasn't holding her mother's head anymore, but clawing at her own firm, sweet tits.
Each time Carl plunged his cock into his mother's ass-hole, it drove Becky's face tight into Janice's juicy cunt. She didn't mind this, either. She sucked hungrily at the juices flowing out of the sweet pussy, shaking her ass in a frenzy now. Her hairy cunt was expanding and tightening as an explosive orgasm grew inside it. Her clit bulged out, and she pressed the heel of her hand against it, holding her fingers so her son's balls kept sliding into her palm.
Carl grunted hotly, his eyes rolling as he kept watching his cock fucking into his mother's ass. He held her hips with tight fingers, sometimes jerking her ass backward as he drove his cock in.
"I'm about to come!" Janice screamed. "Ohhhh, Mother! Suck it, suck it! My cunt is on fire and I'm about to come! Ohhhh, fuck me, Mother! Fuck me with your face, your lips, your tongue! You're going to make me come in your cunt-sucking mouth, Mother!"
Becky swirled her tongue into her daughter's cunt, licking into the softness, then about the throbbing clit. Her ass-hole clamped even tighter about her son's stabbing cock as her own pussy began twitching with a quickly approaching orgasm. She strained her ass onto her son's cock, squealing into her daughter's cunt.
"Oh, Mom!" Carl bellowed. "Your ass is so fucking tight and hot! My cock ... oh, Mom, your ass-hole is sucking my fucking cock!"
Becky sucked powerfully at her daughter's pussy, her mouth filling with those sugary juices. Her throat worked as she swallowed, her tongue dipping into the soft heat for more. Her cunt was clamping tightly.
With a screech, Janice came.
The feel of her daughter's cunt in orgasm against her open mouth sent wild ripples about Becky's naked flesh. She thought she felt her son's cock increase in size, but wasn't sure because she suddenly started coming. The contractions of her cunt were transmitted to her ass-hole, which caused it to flex and pull on her son's cock.
Carl let out a wail of ecstasy, and rammed his prick as deep as possible into his mother's gripping ass-hole. The spewing of his hot come juices made Becky cry out. Feverishly, without thinking, she pulled on his balls and felt them enter her cunt. The sensation of his cock gushing come juice up her ass-hole and his balls inside her cunt created a very intense orgasm. She wondered if she would remain conscious through to the end.
"Oh ... ohhh ... oh!" Carl groaned, his cock squirting hard, his balls writhing inside his mother's pussy.
Janice was no longer screaming in ecstasy now, but moaning as her cunt kept convulsing with delicious contractions.
Becky was still sucking and licking at her daughter's cunt, but she was hardly aware of doing so. Her ass-hole was sucking at her son's deeply buried cock with greedy tightness, and her cunt held his balls. She couldn't believe the sensations she felt.
Slowly, very slowly, they relaxed.
Janice's ass lowered to the floor, capturing her mother's hand there. She sighed tiredly and her arms flung outward, her legs sprawling wide. Her little tits heaved up and down as she breathed noisily.
Carl had slumped, with the head of his cock caught just inside his mother's ass-hole. His balls had fallen out of her cunt, and dangled in emptiness, coated by the juices of his mother's pussy.
Becky couldn't move. Her muscles refused to respond, and she remained on her knees, her face resting on her daughter's blonde-haired cunt. Her tits felt swollen, and her nipples, lightly touching the carpet, were extremely sensitive. She felt her ass-hole squeezing by its own volition, and a soft cry came from her as his cock slipped from her ass-hole.
Then, as if in slow motion, she dropped to her side. She drew her knees up to her tits, hugging them. Her eyes were closed, and tears dropped from the corners. Her cunt refused to stop pulsating, and her ass-hole flexed, feeling as if her son's cock was still inside it.
Carl slumped back on his heels, his head hanging as he gasped to breathe. He looked at his mother's ass and hairy cunt, then at his sister's. They looked identical, yet with a difference, and not because his sister's pussy hair was blonde, his mother's darker. It was a difference he couldn't define, didn't want to define. Both were pretty to him, both hot and wet. And he began to understand he had all the ass he could possibly handle right here with his mother and sister.
There was no doubt that he would soon fuck his mother in her cunt, but it didn't really matter to him. He had his sister's cunt to fuck, and he had his mother's ass-hole for a change of pace. Then, if he should become tired of cunt or ass-hole, he knew Janice would suck him off ... and maybe his mother would, too.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Becky had a lot to think about.
Actually, she didn't, but felt she did.
Alone in her room by choice, she lay on top of the sheets, her slender body naked. She was fresh from her bath, and it was late. Her ass-hole seemed to keep tingling, feeling as if her son's cock was still in it. Her lips were slightly bruised, but not hurting. Janice had beaten her sweet cunt into her mouth with such wildness!
And Carl...
Her son had showered and fallen into bed early, exhausted. She wondered if his cock was sore from all the fucking Janice had given him during the day. Carl had come so much, it was a wonder his precious balls didn't ache, she thought.
Once they had recovered, Becky had watched her daughter work Carl's cock into hardness again, sucking and licking at it. She had been surprised that Janice took his cock into her mouth soon after it had been inside her ass-hole. But Janice was insatiable. She wanted cock all the time. Becky thought her daughter showed good sense in wanting to keep her reputation intact, and she was pleased that Carl was helping her. Becky couldn't help but wonder, though, if the time would come when Carl wasn't enough for her daughter. Janice might tire of him, or want a different boy. Maybe her daughter wanted the excitement of indiscriminate fucking, of cock after cock. Some girls with hungry, insatiable cunt went from cock to cock constantly, Becky knew.
It was almost midnight, and Becky was still awake.
She wasn't tired at all, not the way her son and daughter had been.
She had watched Janice fuck Carl twice more before becoming satisfied for the evening. It had made her aroused, watching her daughter sliding
Carl's cock in and out of her mouth or cunt. She had come once more herself, all from watching. She had spent the rest of the evening naked, enjoying the way her son and daughter looked at her. She had lain on the floor and let her son poke and probe and examine every inch of her body, let him become familiar with it. She enjoyed his hands running about her flesh, and assumed any position he wanted, knowing it was erotic for them and for herself.
Janice was more comfortable in her nakedness than Becky was, but Becky was getting there swiftly. Pure nakedness was not a true turn-on for Becky. She enjoyed wearing clothing that revealed and teased. Soon, she thought, she would do that, but in the meantime she would go naked for the delight of Janice and Carl.
She heard the soft movement of feet in the hallway, and turned her head toward her bedroom door.
"You still awake, Mom?" Carl asked, looking in.
Becky smiled at her son, seeing that he was naked, too.
"I'm having a little trouble getting to sleep," she responded. "What woke you up?"
"I had to pee," he said, coming into her room without invitation.
Becky frowned. They never came into her bedroom without being invited, but then again...
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her tits, then down at the fan shape of her thick, silky pussy hair and long legs. Becky squirmed beneath her son's gaze, but not uncomfortably. She found it delicious to have him look at her body, and she enjoyed seeing him naked.
"It was great today, Mom," he said.
"Janice didn't wear you out?"
"Only for a little while," Carl laughed. "All I needed was a nap."
Becky watched his cock stir, and smiled. She moved her hand up his thigh and cupped his cock and balls. That was all Carl waited for. He began to caress his mother's tits, twisting her nipples lightly, watching them turn hard.
"You sure have pretty tits, Mom," he said.
"Do you like them?" she breathed.
He nodded. "They're bigger than Janice's tits." His eyes moved down her stomach and stopped when they reached her cunt. "And your pussy has more hair, too. Mom, are you gonna let me fuck you?"
"I ... honey, don't ask that," she said softly, feeling his cock swelling in her hand. She closed her fist around his prick and jacked him gently, twisting her fist slowly as he became hard.
"Did you like it in your ass, Mom?"
"I loved it," she replied, her eyes taking on a glow. "It was very nice, Carl."
"Only nice?" he asked, sliding his hand through the hair of her cunt, still playing with her tit at the same time.
Becky couldn't stop a giggle. "It was wonderful," she said as she felt his finger stroking her clit. "It made me come."
"I sure would like to fuck your cunt," he said softly, working a finger into it. "I wanna see if it's different than Janice's cunt, Mom."
"Carl, please," she said. "Fuck your sister and be happy with that. I'll let you fuck me in my ass when you want to, but be happy with your sister's cunt, please."
She saw the disappointment on his face while he sat silently on the edge of her bed, slowly finger-fucking her. His cock had become very hard again, and she squeezed it, jacking him, sliding her hand to his balls now and then.
She turned her head toward his leg and kissed his knee. She saw his cock bulging in her fist, the cock head smooth and swollen. She squeezed her son's cock at the base, drawing her fist upward. Juices bubbled on his piss hole, and she wiped them about the head of his cock with her thumb. Carl turned on the bed, facing her. He fondled her tits and ran his hand through the lush hair of her cunt, dipping a finger now and then into the tight wetness.
Becky spread her long legs, twisting her naked ass on the sheets. Carl leaned down and gazed closely at the pink lips of his mother's cunt. He pulled the hairy pussy lips wide apart, watching her clit stand up in knotted hardness. Becky gasped when her son leaned down and ran his tongue across her inflamed clit. She placed her hand on the back of his head, pumping on his cock a little faster. Carl swiped his tongue in hot circles about his mother's clit, and Becky lifted her hips slightly for him. With a soft moan, Carl buried his young face into his mother's cunt, licking it, but not with the frenzy of that afternoon.
"Oh, that's nice, honey," she purred, spreading her legs as wide as she could, lifting her cunt for him. "Your tongue feels so good on my cunt."
Carl was licking his mother's pussy lazily, slowly, running his tongue up and down the slit, tasting the satiny lips and distended clit. He gripped her tit in one hand, sliding his other hand underneath her ass. He curled his fingers into one ass cheek, squeezing it. Shoving his face farther into his mother's steaming crotch, Carl ran his tongue past her cunt and flicked the tip against her ass-hole. Becky squealed with the contact.
"How do you like that, Mother?" he asked, laughing softly. "You nut," she giggled. "I like that about as good as I liked your cock up my ass."
"How good was that?" he asked, licking hi tongue about his mother's smooth ass cheeks his chin pressing into her juicy cunt.
"Fantastic, damn it!" she groaned. "You know that."
Carl licked the tip of his tongue in a few circles about his mother's ass-hole, then probed at the tight ass ring.
"Hey, young falla!" Becky cried out throatily. "I think you've got your tongue in the wrong hole."
Carl laughed, pulling her ass cheeks wide apart and pressing his open lips against her ass-hole. He pushed his tongue at the ass ring, penetrating her ass with it. He stabbed back and forth, and Becky felt his chin working between the lips of her cunt.
"Damn you, Carl!" she panted, tossing her crotch upward at his face. "You know how to make me hot, don't you?"
Carl made a muffled reply, sliding his tongue upward to her cunt. He tongued her pussy awhile, then returned to her ass-hole.
"My God, you little fucker!" Becky cried out. "Eating my cunt and ass-hole together! What are you trying to do-make me come all over the fucking place?"
She didn't protest when her son swung a knee over her head, atop her naked body. She twisted her crotch at his face, sliding her hands up his thighs and cupping his ass. She stared up at him, her eyes blazing. She saw his cock, very hard and dripping, his balls full once more. She closed her fingers into his ass and gazed at his tight ass-hole. When Carl shifted, trying to get his cock to her mouth, she didn't protest that, either.
What she did was slide her fingers about the base of his prick, and let her lips brush over that swollen cock head. She licked the dripping juices from his piss hole, and with a soft cry, pulled his cock into her mouth.
Carl pressed downward, pushing his cock into his mother's mouth, his tongue swirling in and out of her cunt, then her ass-hole, first one and then the other. Becky's lips closed about his cock as he shoved it past them. She pushed her tongue at the shaft, feeling his cock slide along the roof of her mouth, then into her throat. His balls rested on her nose, and she watched his ass-hole winking, feeling his cock throb and drip in her throat.
Releasing the base of his cock, she again held his ass, only now she began to push him upward, his cock sliding along her burning, tight lips. She loved the way his prick dragged over her tongue, and when he almost pulled his cock from her mouth, she closed her lips about the cock head, her tongue flicking at his piss hole.
Carl sucked and tongued her cunt and ass-hole with alternate strokes, sucking wherever his lips happened to be. He ran his hands about his mother's shapely ass, along her thighs.
And he began to fuck into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Becky mewled hotly.
Carl fucked her mouth slowly, still licking at her cunt. Becky's eyes glazed with passion as she accepted his cock, grinding her cunt up into his face. She watched his ass-hole puckering, and when he lifted next, she slipped her mouth off his cock and pushed her tongue to his ass-hole. She swiped her tongue about her son's ass-hole, tasting it, then feverishly licked his balls, pushing him upward so she could get his cock back into her mouth. Using her hands, she urged her son to fuck her mouth, to stab his cock in and out, use her mouth like a cunt. She kept her lips tight, her tongue in constant movement. Her pussy was boiling against his face, and she cried out softly when he dipped his tongue into it. She gripped his ass, squeezing the ass cheeks tightly, then wrapped her arms about his hips, pulling his cock deep into her mouth. She sucked hungriy as he fucked up and down. She began humping her ass up and down, smashing her cunt into his face.
Carl wrapped his mother's hips up in his arms, too, and pressed his face as hard as he could into her hot, juicy cunt. He fucked his m cock in and out of her mouth, and without either of them aware of it, Carl rolled onto his side. They didn't come apart, and Becky held him tightly, his hips thrusting back and forth. His thighs closed about her face, and she gurgled with wet sounds, taking his cock with her mouth greedily. Carl's head rested on one of her thighs, and the other pressed the other side of his face. His tongue and lips made liquid sounds as he sucked, kissed and licked at her hairy cunt. Becky moaned softly as he plunged his cock in and out of her mouth, his balls rubbing her nose. She could take her son's cock all the way, her lips crushing at the small tuft of hair on the base. The hard throbbing of his prick excited her tremendously, and she felt the desire to jerk away, turn and straddle him, plunge his wonderful young cock into her cunt, to fuck him with absolute abandon and drain his precious balls.
The only thing that stopped him from fucking her son then and there was the increase of his hip movements, the hardness of his cock in her mouth. She knew her son was getting close to coming, and if she pulled her mouth off now, he might waste that precious come juice by spurting it over her face and tits, instead of in her. She gobbled with hunger as he fucked faster and faster at her mouth. She held him tightly with her arms, squirming her cunt into his face as her own orgasm burst into fire, ready to explode. She heard her son gasping into her cunt, his tongue going deep, his prick pounding against her burning throat.
With a wild moan, Becky came.
Her cunt convulsed against her son's mouth, and she pressed hard into him, one hand sliding back down his back to his head, pulling him as tight as she could into her contracting cunt. Carl fucked her mouth faster and faster while his tongue swirled about her throbbing clit. She heard him making gasping sounds, his cock dripping more and more against her throat. The friction of his hard cock between her lips burned her with excitement. She sucked as hard as she could, beating her cunt into his face.
Carl groaned into his mother's juicy cunt, and his cock spurted.
Tasting the hot, creamy come juice gushing into her mouth, Becky sucked as hard as she could, her cunt going through a series of ecstatic orgasms. They were tight and hot, rippling up and down her naked body. She gurgled wetly as she swallowed the spewing jism from his young balls.
She felt him relaxing, his arms releasing her hips. She held his cock in her mouth, her tongue licking across his piss hole, getting every drop of his come juice. She sucked on the cock head as his prick deflated, sucked gently, then let it fall from her mouth. She kissed his balls tenderly before she pulled from him.
"I'm surprised," she said softly.
"About what, Mom?" he asked.
"You came so much, honey," she answered. "I was sure your sister got all your come juice today. But when you came, you almost choked me. You sure come a lot-did you know that?"
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said.
"Sorry? Honey, don't be sorry about that," she said. "You're a man, baby, a real man. I love to have you come so much."
Carl spread out on her bed, legs and arms wide. There was plenty of room for her, and she pulled his feet to her tits, hugging them. She held his feet against her tits and listened to his breathing.
She kissed his toes gently, then squirmed tighter to his body. She tossed one slim thigh over his chest, and closed her eyes. The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth, making her smile softly.
"Mom?"
"I thought you were asleep," she whispered. "When can I fuck you? I mean ... in your cunt?"
Becky grinned against his feet.
"Carl, what more do you want, honey?" she said softly. "You're getting blow-jobs, fucking your sister in her cunt, and me in my ass. Isn't m that enough for you?"
"I wanna fuck your pussy, Mom," he said, his voice still very sleepy.
Becky didn't answer him. She knew her son wanted to fuck her in the pussy badly. It wasn't really fair of her to deny him, she thought. What difference did it make if he fucked her cunt now? Why was she hesitating? Becky didn't know.
She started to give him an answer, but he was already asleep.
She remained awake for some time, holding his feet against her tits, feeling his chest rise and fall against her thigh.
Why not let him fuck her? she thought, becoming drowsy. Why not let him fuck her?
Becky drifted off to sleep, still wondering...
CHAPTER EIGHT
When she woke up, she was startled.
She was on her side, her knees drawn up. She felt the hardness of her son's cock probing against her ass. He was still asleep, she knew. His cock was pushing into the crack of her ass, throbbing with hot hardness. He had one hand around her side, his fingers cupping her tit.
The sun was high already, filtered through the drapes. The sounds coming from the kitchen told her Janice was up. She smelled freshly ui brewed coffee, and felt good that Janice was thinking about her. The smell of coffee awakened her more, but she felt lazy and didn't want to move. She enjoyed the feel of her son's cock pressing against her ass. She flexed her ass-hole, mewling softly.
Carl's cock pushing against her ass-hole felt very good. So good she wiggled against him. The smooth cock head, so hard and hot, made her ass-hole tingle sweetly. Sliding a hand between her thighs, she adjusted her son's cock, pulling it between her thighs. The shaft throbbed against the lips of her cunt as she pressed her thighs around him. Looking down, she could see the prick head pushing from between her legs. She ran a fingertip about it slowly, and began to move her hips. The sliding sensation of his cock between her legs caused her to gasp in pleasure. Pressing upward on the head of his cock, she caused it to rub against her clit.
Juices coated her cunt as she worked her hips, making the shaft of his cock slippery. She began to purr softly, closing her eyes. The more she rubbed, the better it felt. She could come this way, she thought. She could rub her cunt along his hard cock and come.
"Mmmmm, Mom," Carl murmured sleepily, his hand closing about her tit. "Nice, Mom."
"You're awake?"
"Mmmmm, I think so."
"Be still, honey," she whispered, sliding her hand toward her back and across his hip, placing her palm on his ass. "Be very still."
She moved her ass faster now that he was awake. Her cunt seemed swollen as his cock slid back and forth. Her clit turned very rigid. She began to gasp softly, her ass sliding back and forth. Squeezing her thighs about his cock, she made sure the cock head rubbed her clit.
"Don't move, darling," she breathed. "I think I can come."
She felt her son's hot breath against her back, his hand squeezing at her tit. She made squealing sounds as the pleasure increased. She wiggled her naked ass back and forth, still holding his hip.
"You can move a little," she breathed. "You can slide your cock between my legs, baby."
The fiery wetness of her cunt was demanding some movement from him, and when she felt her son hunching back and forth, she purred softly, straining her ass against him as he pressed his cock along the puffy lips of her cunt. Lying on their sides this way, fitting together like two spoons, Becky could feel every inch of her son's skin against hers.
"Oh, it's feeling so good, Carl!" she moaned, her pussy bubbling. "Can you feel me, feel mother's cunt rubbing your cock?"
"Oh, yeah, Mom!" he groaned.
"Fuck me this way, Carl. Fuck between my legs, rub your cock along my pussy! Ohhh, my cunt is getting so wet! It's going to make me come, baby!"
Carl closed his hand about her naked tit hard, bringing a whimper of painful delight to her. She told him to pull her nipple, and Carl began to twist and pull it. He stretched her nipple as far as he could, twisting almost cruelly. Becky sobbed with the ecstasy, smashing her naked ass back swiftly. She felt the head of his cock sliding along her cunt lips, then scooting along them to her clit.
"Oh, yes, darling!"
Carl panted against her back, kissing between her shoulder blades, the tip of his tongue flicking at her flesh. Becky began to churn her naked ass a bit faster, a little wider. Her cunt was boiling and expanding, the sensitive pussy lips gliding along the shaft of his cock. Becky, with her eyes closed, savored the sweet pleasures of his cock throbbing along her cunt. She was getting close to coming, her clit bulging with sensation. Her son banged against her squirming ass, his cock stabbing through the tightness of her clamped thighs.
Then, unexpectedly, with a quick thrust, the head of Carl's cock slipped into his mother's cunt. Becky's eyes flew open, her lips forming an oval of surprise. She exploded into an instant orgasm.
"Ohhhh, Carl! Oh my God, baby!"
The lips of her cunt gripped the head of his cock, squeezing hard as she came. Her hips trembled, but she wasn't pumping them. Carl, feeling his cock inside his mother's cunt, didn't know what to do. His impulse was to stab in and out, fuck her now, but he didn't know what his mother's reaction would be.
"Oh, I'm coming!" Becky sobbed. "Your cock is in my pussy, Carl, and I'm coming so soon! Don't move! Oh, God, don't move!"
Carl clutched his mother's tit tightly, gritting his teeth. The urge to fuck was strong. He wanted to plunge his cock into his mother's contracting cunt badly, his hips shaking. His prick throbbed powerfully, the hairy lips of his mother's pussy almost gnawing on the cock head.
He couldn't resist. He worked his cock into his mother's cunt.
"Noooo!" Becky sobbed, feeling his cock sliding into her spasming pussy. "Don't, Carl! Ohhh, baby, please, don't do it! Don't push anymore in me! Don't fuck me!"
But Carl was beyond listening. He thrust his cock hard into his mother's cunt.
Becky screamed, but it was the scream of ecstasy. With his cock buried inside her cunt, her orgasm seemed to go totally out of control, wild. The spasms roared through her, her pussy sucking and squeezing his cock. She was coming time after time. Mindlessly, Becky shoved her hand between her thighs, feeling her son's cock deep inside her cunt. She caught his precious balls in her hand, pulling at them, her ass grinding back against his body.
Carl began to fuck his mother.
"Carl, don't!" Becky cried out, but her ass was jutting back to meet him. "Oh, don't fuck me! Please, don't fuck mother!"
But Carl was plunging in and out swiftly, fucking his cock into her convulsing cunt with short, deep stabs.
"In my ass-hole, Carl!" Becky sobbed, churning her naked ass in a way that contradicted her words. "Fuck mother in the ass-hole! Don't fuck my cunt, darling! Ohhhh, it's wonderful! Please don't fuck my pussy! God, it's so fucking good! You're so deep in my cunt! Fuck my ass, not my cunt!"
Her son's prick burned into her pussy, the friction sending wild ripples of rapture through Becky's naked body from her head to her toes. Still protesting, still groaning for him to put his cock up her ass-hole and not her cunt, Becky humped, meeting her son's fuck-lunges with her naked ass, her pussy seizing his cock with tight, velvety heat. Her eyes were closed again, her lips parted. Her son's cock felt enormous inside her cunt, stretching the hairy cunt lips in a way she had long forgotten. She felt his cock with her fingers as he pushed and pulled. Her hand was very wet with the seeping fluids of her steaming cunt.
"I'm still coming, Carl!" she hissed in a husky voice. "My cunt is still coming! I can't stop coming! Oh, God, I don't believe it! I don't believe I'm coming so much! I don't believe you're actually fucking me!"
"I am, Mom!" Carl gasped against her back. "I'm fucking you! My cock is up your hot cunt and I'm fucking the piss out of it! I'm gonna fuck your cunt good, Mom! I'm gonna come in your wet, hairy cunt!"
"No!" Becky squealed.
But her ass churned back and forth, fucking him just as much as he was fucking her. The searing orgasms were unreal. She had never come so much or for so long before. It would never end, she knew. She would be coming time after time for the rest of her life.
"I can't stand it! Ohhhh, darling, I can't take much more!"
Carl relentlessly fucked her pussy, stabbing hard into it, smashing the hairy cunt lips, making a wet sound each time he rammed into her. Becky's body jiggled from the power of his cock-thrusts, the flesh of her creamy ass rippling.
Becky's mind whirled with ecstasy. She had not wanted her son's cock in her cunt-for whatever strange reason, she had not determined-yet he was fucking her now. She could feel his cock going deep, feel the throbbing power of his prick. It was strange, she thought, to be coming so hard and still feel his cock sliding back and forth.
"Ohhhhh, this way! Fuck me this way!" Becky screamed, twisting her ass away. But Carl kept his cock buried into her cunt while she moved. Becky sprawled on her stomach, her son on top of her, his cock still pounding into her cunt. She opened her legs for him, clawing at the sheets with her fingers. She sobbed into the mattress, twisting her ass, humping it up to meet his prick.
She drew her knees upward, her ass arching high. Carl had to get on his knees to keep his cock in her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, my God, Carl!" Becky cried out.
She parted her knees, arching her naked ass into the air. Carl clutched his mother's hips, jerking her backward as he lunged into her cunt. The wet smacking against her pussy made Becky squeal as she pushed back onto him. She lowered her head and looked beneath her body, through the valley of her shapely tits. She could see her son's precious balls swinging back and forth as he fucked his cock into her cunt. She was no longer asking him to stop; she was extremely cooperative now. The sensational orgasms had faded, but she felt the tingling burn of more orgasms in her pussy. She whipped her uplifted ass about lewdly, straining against him.
"Ohhhh, Baby! God, Carl!"
"I'm gonna fuck your cunt, Mom!" he moaned excitedly. "I'm gonna fuck your wet, hairy pussy and come in it and fuck it and fuck you and make you come again and piss all over the fucking bed!"
His excitement was transmitted to her, and Becky waggled her ass as lewdly as he could, resting her head and shoulders on the bed and shoving her hands to her ass. She clutched her ass, her fingers on the lips of her cunt. She pulled, spreading her cunt wider for his cock. Carl's cock seemed to penetrate deeper than ever. She cried out ecstatically with each wild plunge of his cock.
"Oh, Carl! Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me, darling! Ohhhh, my cunt is on fire and I'm going to come again!"
With each fuck-thrust, Carl grunted. He had been staring down at his mother's wildly twisting ass, but now he had his face lifted to the ceiling, eyes closed and gasping hotly. His hips moved swiftly, his cock fucking in and out of his mother's cunt powerfully.
Becky was crying, tears flooding her eyes. She felt so good it was hard to believe. Every part of her naked body vibrated with rapture. Her cunt expanded and squeezed around her son's cock, clutching it tightly as he drew back as if to prevent him from jerking free. The satiny walls of her pussy closed around his cock hotly. The muscles of her flat stomach rippled and churned as the feeling of orgasm grew, her tits swelling as her rigid nipples scraped at the sheet below.
She shot her ass up as lewdly as possible, and Carl lowered his eyes again, watching his mother shake her lovely ass for him. As he pulled his cock back, he watched her ass-hole clamp and open with the movement of his cock. He drew a finger along the base of her spine and downward, rubbing her ass-hole. Becky shrieked with this additional stimulation.
"Carl, you're burning me up!" she groaned. "You're making me so hot, I can't stand it! My cunt ... my tits ... everything is going to explode, darling! I'm going to come like a mother-fucker!"
"Come!" he grunted, stabbing hard. "I wanna feel your fucking cunt squeeze my cock again, Mom! Come, come hard!"
"Oh, I will!"
The spasms grabbed his cock again. This time Carl couldn't resist. "Mom, I'm gonna come!"
"Oh, do it, baby!" she cried out. "Squirt it to me! Fill my hot cunt with it! Come in mother's cunt! Ohhhh, God, flood my fucking cunt with jizz! Come! Shoot it to me ... spurt that sweet juice up my pussy!"
Carl rammed hard, his body going stiff. His cock was buried as deep as he could get it, throbbing. Becky was no longer clutching her ass, pulling her cunt open for her son. She was beating her fists against the bed now with mindless rapture, her pussy sucking hungrily on his hard prick. She felt as if she were coming with everything she had, all the way from her curling toes to the top of her head.
"Now!" she screamed. "Come now! Hurry! I want it! My cunt wants it! Give it to me, Carl! Come in my cunt-now!"
Carl shuddered, and began to gush jism into his mother's pussy.
Becky screeched as she felt the scalding come juice splash about her fuck-hole. It increased the power of her own orgasm, and her cunt seemed to be sucking his cock with powerful squeezes. His balls pressed hard against her hairy slit, writhing as they emptied.
At last, Becky's naked body could take no more. She fell to her side, her cunt dripping come juice. She hugged herself, looking up at her son as he sat on his heels, her eyes dancing with ecstasy. She ran a hand between her thighs and rubbed the cock cream into her cunt, smearing it around as she parted her long legs lewdly.
"I guess you fucked me, didn't you?" she grinned.
"I'd say I did, Mom," he grinned back at her.
"You weren't supposed to really fuck me, you know," she said, but her eyes kept dancing brightly. "Not in my cunt, anyway."
"I'm glad I did," he said.
"You know, honey, so am I."
"I thought I heard screaming," Janice said, coming into the room. She wore a shortie gown, but that was all. The blonde fuzz of her sugary cunt showed, as did her nipples through the thin gown. "I guess someone got fucked, huh?"
Carl nodded, grinning proudly.
Becky, on her back with her legs wide apart, ran her fingers along her hairy cunt. "I got fucked, right in my cunt," she said.
Janice grinned. "It's about time, Mother," she said, and sat on the bed, stroking her small hand into her mother's wet pussy hair. She looked at her mother's cunt closely. "Carl sure gave you a load, didn't he? You're dripping jizz all over the bed, Mother."
She rubbed her fingers along the lips of her mother's cunt, then brought them to her mouth, licking the come juice.
"Mmmmmm, that's a very nice taste in the morning," Janice purred, and leaned down, kissing her mother's cunt by pressing her lips directly on those hairy ones. She darted her tongue lightly over her mother's clit. "Mmmmm, I could suck your cunt dry right now, Mother."
Becky giggled, shoved her cunt hard against her daughter's mouth, then pushed Janice away. "Maybe you could, but then I'd come again."
"What's wrong with that?" Janice asked, wiping her mouth.
"What's wrong with that is I've come so fucking much already, my cunt is sore, that's what's wrong with that."
"I never have any fun," Janice pouted, but her sparkling blue eyes said she was teasing. She slid off the bed, slapping her brother on his naked ass playfully. "Well, get out of bed. I've already got coffee made."
"That's what woke me up," Becky said, sliding from the bed. "I need a shower, but I love to feel this come juice in my cunt."
"Then don't shower," Carl said.
"But I have to be fresh and clean," Becky laughed, shaking her ass at them. "I never know anymore when I'm going to be licked or ... fucked. Around here, a woman just never knows what's going to happen to her."
CHAPTER NINE
Becky found she wasn't embarrassed because her son had fucked her in the cunt.
She had never really wondered why she had been refusing, because she didn't know why. Now, he had fucked her in the ass-hole, in her mouth, and in her cunt. She felt great, fantastic. Her body glowed and tingled with a delicious sensation. Her cunt, as her ass-hole had before, felt as if his cock was still inside it. She ate the breakfast Janice prepared wearing a pair of bikini panties, but nothing else. Her daughter kept on that skimpy nightgown, and Carl, after his shower, remained naked. He seemed proud of his nakedness, flaunting it in front of his mother and sister. Becky enjoyed looking at him, and it was obvious Janice did, too. Janice had said nothing more about her insatiable desires, her reputation, or even her constantly changing boyfriends.
Becky, sipping at her final cup of coffee, was quite pleased. Looking at her beautiful blonde-haired daughter, she realized Janice no longer had a troubled look in her lovely eyes. Janice had always been bubbly, but since this had begun, she was absolutely bouncy. She laughed a lot, made jokes with her brother, and was more affectionate than ever.
"You know," Janice said, "I don't want to date those guys anymore. I think I'll drop them all."
"It's fun," Janice said, "but I always end up wrestling with them. And you know what might happen-more now than before."
"I understand, baby," Becky said. "But you have to go out. If you suddenly stopped, someone would start to wonder why, and then..."
"I know," Janice said, sliding her hand under the table and stroking her brother's cock and balls. "I wish I was more like some of the other girls. You know, don't give a shit about a reputation."
"You're better off this way," Becky replied. "You might fuck a lot, suck a lot of cocks, baby, but you wouldn't enjoy it as much as you think you would. After a while, you'd start thinking of yourself as a quick lay, something all the boys can fuck, and then you'd feel bad about yourself."
"But Janice is a quick lay, Mom," Carl said. "She's pumping on my fucking cock right now. She's a real easy fuck."
Janice pulled her hand from his growing cock and slapped him playfully on his cheek. "Only for you, brother dear," she said. "Only for you."
"And Mom!" he reminded her. "Don't forget Mom."
"How could I?" Janice smiled, standing up and moving to her mother's back. She draped her hands over her mother's shoulders and fondled her firm, shapely tits. Becky lifted her face to her daughter, and Carl watched them kissing, their tongues swirling past moist lips.
"This is the shits," he said. "I'm sitting here with a fucking hard-on, a hard-on my hot-cunt sister gave me, and what are you two doing? Kissing and feeling each other up."
Becky smiled at her son. "No one is making m you sit there with your hard-on, are they?"
Carl stood up, his cock standing out firmly, his balls dangling low.
"Mmmmm, I want that!" Becky purred. She grasped his cock tightly, jacking it. "So hard and hot! Yes, I want this very much."
Janice fondled her mother's tits, watching her jerk on Carl's cock. She pushed her fuzzy cunt against her mother's back, rubbing from side to side.
"Where do you want his cock, Mother?" she asked softly. "Surely you'd fuck him with your cunt now, wouldn't you?"
"That's just where I want it ... up my cunt," Becky whispered hotly.
Becky stood up, with Janice still behind her, pushing her hard little tits against her back, her cunt against her ass. Janice slipped her hands under her mother's arms and clutched the shapely tits, looking over her mother's shoulder as Becky pulled her son close by his cock. Becky ran the dripping head of her son's cock through the silky mat of her cunt hair. Carl was short enough so she could rub the head of his cock down along her clit. She lifted one foot and placed it on the chair, shoving her knee wide.
"Ooooo, I can get your cock in my pussy standing here!" she mewled, pushing his cock downward to her cunt. "You can fuck me standing here, Carl."
Janice slipped down to her knees behind her mother. She leaned down and peered at her mother's cunt, watching her brother's cock sliding along the hairy lips of Becky's cunt. She lifted her hand to his balls, cupping them as she watched her mother stuffing the head of his hard prick into her pussy.
Becky cried out as her son's cock fucked into her cunt. She held his hip in one hand, pulling him deep, playing with her tits with the other. Sitting on the floor behind her mother, Janice breathed with voyeuristic excitement as she saw her mother's wet cunt stretch about her brother's cock. She ran her fingers about the puffy cunt lips, feeling her brother's prick throbbing. Her other hand caressed the trembling cheeks of her mother's ass.
"God, I hope I don't fall on my ass!" Becky groaned as her son began to fuck her.
"If you do, Mother," Janice giggled, "it's gonna be in my fucking face! I can see Carl's cock fucking you! I can see your cunt taking it!"
Becky waggled her ass. "Watch all you want-I don't care! I'm the one getting fucked!"
Carl shoved his face to his mother's tits, sucking a burning nipple into his mouth.
"Ohhhhh, yes, Carl!" Becky cooed, humping her hips with him. "Suck my tit and fuck my cunt! Ohhhh, this is very good, baby!"
Janice watched her brother's cock fucking into their mother's cunt, her face close. She held his balls tightly in her hand, her eyes glazed as she looked, inhaling the exciting scent of her mother's hot, wet pussy and her brother's hard cock. She moved her face closer, and managed to kiss his balls.
Carl groaned as he felt his sister's lips on his sensitive balls. He pulled from his mother's tit. "Janice is kissing my fucking balls, Mom!"
"I know," Becky hissed. "I can feel her face in my ass."
"You two shut the fuck up and keep fucking," Janice said. "Leave me alone. I'm enjoying this."
Janice began to kiss at her mother's grinding ass, her tongue licking. She found she could taste the stretching lips of her mother's cunt, and ran her tongue about them, feeling her brother's cock against her tongue, too. She licked tne fuck-juices from the shaft of his cock, then swirled her tongue upward and, using her hands to part her mother's ass cheeks, took a few swipes at her puckering ass-hole.
"Ohhhhh, you sweet baby!" Becky wailed as she felt her daughter's tongue swirling against the inner cheeks of her ass, circling her ass-hole. "Suck my ass-hole, Janice! Ohhh, a cock in my cunt and a tongue licking my ass! This is outrageous-and I love it!"
"It would be better if you weren't wearing these fucking panties, Mother," Janice said, her breath fanning the sensitive flesh. "Take them off!"
"But Carl would have to take his cock out of my pussy!" Becky cried out, shoving her cunt hard onto his cock. "I don't want it out!"
"Okay," Janice said, and with a quick yank, she tore her mother's panties away, leaving them in shreds. "Now, this is much better."
Becky squealed when her daughter fucked her tongue into her ass-hole.
"Ohhhhh, my ass, my cunt!" she cried out. "Fuck me, Carl! Fuck my pussy, darling! Ohhh, Janice, eat my ass, tongue my ass-hole! Ohhhh, you two are going to kill me with ... with ecstasy!"
Janice held her mother's ass cheeks wide, pushing her face up between them, her tongue dipping in and out, fucking up her mother's tight ass-hole. Her chin was being rubbed by her brother's wet cock, and his balls smacked there, too. Carl was again sucking her tits, and Becky wrapped an arm about his head, squirming her ass as he fucked into her cunt.
"Oooooh, I love it!" she hissed. "I love it so much!"
Janice tongued her mother's gripping ass-hole, driving it in and out, as deep as she could. She found she could release her mother's ass with one hand, and still keep her face buried into the crack. She shoved her hand between her mother's and brother's thighs, caressing Carl's humping ass, working a finger into the crack. When she began to shove her finger into her brother's ass-hole, he released his mother's nipple and yelped.
"That's my fucking ass-hole, Janice!" Janice giggled into her mother's ass, and began to finger-fuck her brother in the ass, tongue-fucking her mother in her ass-hole. Becky began to sob with strange rapture. She had never felt anyone tonguing her ass while she had a cock up her cunt, and it was sending her emotions into a soaring, ecstatic feeling unlike any she had ever experienced before. She tried to wiggle her ass, to fuck her son, but found it caused her daughter problems. She was balanced on one long thigh, the other foot on the chair, her cunt wide open for her son's cock.
"You two are going to make me come!" she cried out.
Carl was sucking hard on her tit again, his hand on the cheeks of his mother's ass his sister had been holding. He pumped into her cunt powerfully, his balls smacking his sister's chin with a wet sound. Her finger fucking in and out of his ass-hole increased his pleasure. Janice was fucking her tongue in and out of her mother's ass-hole, whimpering with joy.
"Oooooo, more, more!" Becky cried out. "Ohhhh. God, give it to me! Both of you, give it to me! Fuck me, Carl! Ohhhh, baby, fuck mother's hot cunt! Janice, oh, baby, suck my ass-hole! I'm about to come! I'm going to come hard!"
With a shudder, Becky came.
Janice felt her mother's ass-hole grab at her tongue hard and hotly. She felt her brother's cock pushing into Becky's cunt, his balls crushing on her chin. She stopped plunging her finger into her brother's ass-hole while she and Carl made their mother come. Becky cried out wildly, her naked body shaking violently. Her leg was trembling, and she was afraid she would fall. She clung to her son's shoulders, trying to keep from smothering her daughter with her ass, but not doing a very good job of it. She shivered and her ass shook, her orgasm exploding deep inside her cunt. She could feel her son pushing his cock deep, anticipating the hot gush of his come juice.
But Carl didn't come.
He pulled his prick from his mother's cunt while she was still clutched in the throes of orgasm.
"No!" Becky screamed. "Leave your cock in my pussy!"
But Carl had pulled his prick out. Janice quickly yanked her tongue out of her mother's ass-hole, and pressed her open mouth into her mother's crotch, her tongue swirling in and out of the gripping, hairy cunt. Becky clung to her son's shoulders as she came. Janice kept her beautiful young face buried up into her mother's cunt until the spasms faded, and then pulled away.
"How was that, Mother?" she giggled, wiping at her wet mouth.
Becky slumped to the chair, her legs straight out, spread apart. Her tits heaved up and down.
"You two will kill me yet," she breathed, grinning at them. "But what a wonderful way to go!"
Janice, still on her knees, grasped her brother's still-hard cock and jacked it. Putting her lips against the cock head, she slowly pulled his wet prick into her mouth, sucking it. Her blue eyes rolled with delight as she tasted her mother's pussy juices on his prick, the hardness going to her throat. She sucked his cock a few times, making soft sounds deep in her throat, then pulled away.
"Why didn't you come in my cunt, Carl?" Becky asked her son. "You know I want you to, now."
"I wanna keep fucking, Mom," he said. "I don't wanna come too soon."
Janice laughed. "What are you afraid of? Mother and I can always keep your cock hard, can't we?"
"I didn't think about that," Carl said.
"You see, Mother," Janice said, squeezing her brother's cock hard. "That's the trouble with these young guys; they never think."
Becky grinned. "You fuck him, Janice. Make him come in you."
"I think I will," Janice said, licking at the dripping juices on his piss hole. "I think I want it up my ass this time."
Carl grinned widely.
"Increasing your participation, huh?" Becky smiled at her daughter.
"You bet!" Janice giggled.
She peeled her skimpy gown off, dropping it to the floor. Taking her brother's hand, she skipped with him into the living room. Becky followed, smiling, watching those young asses ripple with movement. She wasn't surprised to find her cunt still hot, her clit swollen. The more she got from her son and daughter, the more she wanted. She thought, with amusement, that she was becoming as insatiable as her daughter.
Although the position wasn't stated, Carl sat on the couch, scooting his ass over the cushions, spreading his legs, his cock standing up stiffly, still wet from his mother's cunt. Janice, with a delighted squeal, couldn't resist leaning into his lap and sucking at his throbbing cock a few times. As always, seeing her son's cock inside her daughter's mouth, Becky shivered in pleasure. Janice made a gasping sound in her throat as she swallowed her brother's cock, her lips in the tuft of cock hair. She lifted Carl's balls and rubbed them about her chin, sucking hard. Her mouth came off his cock with a soft sound.
"That's so delicious, I should suck it off instead of fuck it," she said, her blue eyes burning with passion. "You know, Mother, a cock seems to taste better with pussy juice on it."
Swinging her long legs over her brother, facing his knees, Janice waggled her cute ass. Carl caressed her ass cheeks, his eyes burning on the sweet curves. Becky, dropping to her knees at her son's feet, shoved her hand to his balls, then at the base of his cock. She leaned in close, her eyes hot as she focused them on her daughter's blonde-haired cunt. Janice clutched the cheeks of her own ass, spreading them wide as she lowered herself.
"Help me, Mother," she gasped hotly. "You can stick Carl's cock up my ass!"
Holding Carl's cock in position, Becky shoved her face very close, inhaling the exciting wet heat of her daughter's cunt. She placed the swollen head of her son's cock upon her daughter's fiery ass-hole, and Janice made a soft whimper as she settled downward, feeling the pressure against her tight ass-hole.
"Ooooo, it's going in!" Janice cried out.
Becky could see it. She watched the pretty pinkness of her daughter's ass-hole sinking inward by the pressure she was putting on it. She slipped her other hand to her daughter's sugary cunt and stroked it. With her mother feeling her pussy, Janice twisted her ass and sank lower. The head of Carl's cock popped past the fiery ass ring.
"Ohhhhh!" Janice wailed, feeling her ass-hole stretching about her brother's cock. "Ohhh, it feels wonderful! I'm going to love this, love taking your cock up my ass-hole, Carl!"
Becky pushed her face forward, darting the tip of her tongue across Janice's throbbing clit. Janice shook and slipped down onto her brother's cock, feeling it deep inside her ass. Becky stared at them, seeing her son's cock buried into the tight ass-hole, her daughter's cunt throbbing just above his preciously tight balls. With a soft moan, she pressed her mouth into them, licking from her son's balls up to her daughter's cunt. Feverishly, she licked from balls to cunt, tasting them. She could work her tongue about the base of his-cock, tasting her daughter's ass-hole, too, causing her hairy cunt to burn wetly.
"Oooo, Mother, lick it!" Janice gurgled.
"Suck my balls, Mom!" Carl urged, his fingers digging into his sister's hips.
"I'll suck both," Becky mewled, sliding the flat surface of her tongue up and down her son's balls, swirling it into her daughter's juicy cunt.
Slowly, Janice began to fuck on her brother's cock, sliding her ass-hole up and down the throbbing cock shaft. She squealed hotly with the exciting friction, the fullness of her ass, the way her mother's tongue licked and darted about her cunt.
"Ohhhh, so tight in my ass!" Janice sobbed, grinding downward. "Carl, your cock sure goes deep! Ooooo, Mother, suck my cunt! Suck my cunt because I'm going to fuck the piss out of Carl's hard cock with my ass!"
Janice, in her excitement, began to bounce vigorously. Becky had some trouble keeping her tongue on her daughter's pussy. She dipped her face lower and pulled Carl's balls into her mouth, letting her daughter bounce away. She could feel her daughter's cunt dripping those sugary juices over her face as she sucked Carl's balls, and felt she would come again if her daughter kept fucking Carl long enough.
Carl, feeling the searing tightness of his sister's ass-hole, stared at her naked, dancing ass, watching it pound up and down on his cock. His mother sucked at his balls like someone starving, her hot, wet mouth pulling them, her tongue licking. The sensations of his sister's ass-hole on his cock, those of his mother's mouth on his balls, were driving him wild. He began thrusting forward as his sister came down, but Becky kept his balls in her mouth. Becky had shoved a hand past her daughter's hip and was clutching one of her tight ass cheeks, her other pressing into the crack of her son's ass. She rubbed at Carl's puckering ass-hole with the tip of a finger, making him grunt with ecstasy.
Becky tasted his hot balls as they writhed inside her mouth, full of come juice. She could see, very close to her eyes, her daughter's cunt pounding up and down. Releasing her son's balls a moment, she shoved her tongue out and probed at her daughter's sugary pussy. Janice began to wail with rapture, feeling her brother's cock scalding her ass-hole, her mother's tongue swirling about her knotted clit.
"Ohhhh, suck my cunt, Mother!" she wailed. "Suck my fucking cunt! I'm going to fuck Carl ... with my ass-hole! I'm going to make him come up my hot fucking ass, fill me with come juice!"
Her ass twisted and pounded up and down, her hands holding her mother's shoulders. Becky didn't stay with her daughter's cunt but kept darting her mouth back to his balls. She wanted them inside her mouth when he came, to feel them empty. She sucked hard on his balls, making her son groan with the intensity of his ecstasy. She worked her finger up his ass-hole, and began finger-fucking him. Carl yelped and tried to fuck frantically into his sister's clasping ass-hole. It was hard for him to do since his mother was ramming her finger up his ass and sucking so hungrily at his balls. Janice was beating her ass up and down, smashing against him.
"Fuck me, Janice!" he groaned. "Your ass is so fucking tight! Fuck my cock! I'm gonna come up your hot ass-hole, Janice!"
"Oh, yes!" Janice squealed, grinding down onto him, fucking his cock as deep as she could take it. "Squirt it to me! Come up my hot ass-hole, Carl! Ooooo, I want to feel you come in my ass! Mother, my cunt, suck my cunt!"
But Becky didn't suck her daughter's cunt. She felt her son's balls swelling inside her mouth, knowing he was about to come. She sucked very hard on them, feeling her daughter's cunt brushing her upper hp and nose as she slammed up and down frantically.
"Oh, I'm getting there!" Carl yelped.
"Hurry!" Janice cried out. "Ohhhh, I'm going to come! It feels like my ass-hole is going to come! But my cunt ... ohhh, my fucking cunt is going to explode, blow off my fucking body!"
She pounded wildly, lifting and lowering her ass with swiftness. She was popping her ass-hole off his cock, but with perfect aim, plunging right back down on it.
"Keep your ass-hole on my cock!" Carl yelled. "I'm about to come, Janice!"
"Ohhhh, I can't help it, it feels so good!"
Janice pounded her ass up and down, coming completely off her brother's cock, only to stab herself in the ass with it quickly.
Just as her ass-hole came off Carl's cock, he gushed. Becky saw the first squirt of jism splashing against her daughter's ass-hole, and with a wail, pushed Janice away. Janice fell onto her back across the couch, one leg under her brother's, the other across his chest. Her cunt erupted into a fiery orgasm as she frantically squirmed it to her brother's face.
"Suck me, Carl! Suck my cunt now! I'm coming! Hurry, suck my cunt!"
As Carl pushed his face onto his sister's blonde-haired, juicy cunt, sucking hard, his mother caught his jizz-spewing cock with her lips, sliding them downward, taking his come juice into her throat, sucking him off with intense greed while Carl licked his sister's convulsing cunt...
CHAPTER TEN
Becky had bathed again in the early afternoon, thinking she was bathing more than ever. She had always been a very clean person, but now with her son and daughter always doing something with her, to her body, she wanted to be clean at all times.
As she pulled an attractive house dress on, she could hear them talking in the living room. She had not felt the need to fondle Janice's panties, or her son's shorts, in some time. She still enjoyed the scent of them, and knew she would for a long time. But she no longer had to sneak at it. Her son and daughter understood her desire, and had been providing her with their panties and shorts as soon as they removed them. She enjoyed sleeping with them on her pillow, near her face. Sometimes she had Janice or Carl in bed with her, and sometimes she had them both.
The house dress molded her tits to perfection, clung to her shapely ass and legs deliciously. The dress was nothing exceptional. Yet, on her it was quite attractive.
She was naked underneath it, knowing if she wore panties, they would soon be torn from her by either Janice or Carl. She was running out of panties, she thought, smiling to herself. If she didn't purchase more soon, she'd be down to nothing. In the beginning, she had been concerned that her daughter would soon tire Carl, but that didn't happen. Janice was not as insatiable now as she had been at first. Now that she was getting hard cock often and frequently, she was well satisfied.
Becky, too, was enjoying herself very much. She entered the living with her dress swirling about her long thighs. As usual, she found her son and daughter close, with Carl's hand between his sister's creamy thighs, and Janice stroking his cock. Even when they weren't fucking or sucking each other, they were touching and feeling. And they didn't leave Becky out, either. She found it wonderful to be felt up by both at the same time, four hands exploring her shapely body together. Becky loved to be touched, especially on her tits and ass and cunt, or the smooth insides of her thighs.
As soon as she was with them, Carl pulled his hand from his sister's cunt and quickly knelt at his mother's feet, pushing his hand up her dress, his eyes lighting up as they always did. Becky felt him running his fingers through the thick mass of her pussy hair, grinning down at him. Carl worked his fingers between his mother's thighs, and Becky opened them for him. He rubbed her clit a moment then pushed two fingers into her cunt.
Becky mewled softly and twisted her ass.
Janice stood at her side, squeezing her tit with one hand, the other fondling her ass. Carl lifted his free hand to his sister's blonde-haired cunt and felt both mother and sister up. He enjoyed playing with both cunts at the same time, and Becky and Janice would never stop him. At times, he played with their cunts to the point of orgasm, making them both come at the same time.
Looking down at her son, she watched him finger-fucking his sister, and wiggled her ass. "You're making wet sounds, baby," she whispered. "I think those are the most beautiful sounds in the world ... finger or cock inside a wet cunt!"
Janice gently pulled her hips from her brother, and as she knelt, Carl licked his pussy-wet fingers. Janice pulled his outer hand out of their mother's cunt and licked his fingers, her eyes taking on a hot, hungry glow. She moved behind her standing mother, lifting her dress to her waist.
"Ohhh, kiss me," Becky whispered to her son. "Kiss my cunt, honey."
Carl shoved his face to his mother's cunt, and Becky moved her fingers into the hair, parting the swollen cunt lips so her clit bulged out. Carl swiped his tongue over her clit, while his sister began licking the shapely cheeks of Becky's ass.
Becky cooed with pleasure, her hand at the back of her son's head, pulling his face into her pussy as she spread her feet on the floor. Behind her, Janice licked up and down the crack of her ass, making Becky's body tremble with growing desire.
"Oh, lick me all over!" Becky moaned. "Lick me everywhere!"
Carl lowered his face, turning it up to get his mouth on his mother's cunt. He darted his tongue into the wetness, sucking at the same time. Behind her, Janice was probing at her ass-hole with the tip of her hot little tongue.
Becky's legs shook badly, and she twisted her hips, grinding into the two mouths, humping back and forth slowly, enjoying the sensations of being licked front and back.
Janice pushed her sweet face into her mother's ass, while Carl pressed his into her cunt. Becky's legs shook, and she could hardly stand the excitement.
"Don't let me fall," she sobbed.
Both Carl and Janice pulled away.
"Lay down, Mom," Carl suggested.
Becky lowered herself to the floor, holding her skirt about her waist. Immediately, her son and daughter lifted her legs high into the air, spreading them. They pushed her knees back to her head, and Becky found herself flat on her back, her cunt and ass exposed and vulnerable to them. This was the way Janice and Carl wanted her.
"What are you two going to do with me?" Becky asked, not caring because she knew whatever they did was going to be fantastic.
"You just enjoy it, Mother," Janice said.
And, behind her mother's uplifted ass, she pushed her face again between those fiery ass cheeks, her tongue swiping at the crinkled ass-hole. Becky squealed with pleasure as her son pushed his face into her cunt. She wiggled her upturned ass, and pulled at Carl's leg.
"Fuck my face!" she moaned. "Carl, fuck me in my mouth!"
Carl squirmed about so his mother could close her hot lips around his cock. He fucked in and out of her mouth, sucking at her cunt with his face close to his sister's. He could see Janice as she fucked her tongue in and out of their mother's ass-hole, and Janice watched him darting his tongue into the juicy heat of their mother's cunt. Becky sucked hard on her son's cock, trying to twist her ass into their faces.
"Don't come in her mouth," Janice hissed, her lips pressing at her mother's ass-hole.
"I won't," he replied, his words muffled because his mother's hairy cunt was in his face.
Becky, sucking at his cock, wondered what they were up to, but didn't care. These two tongues were wet and hot on her cunt and ass-hole, and her son's cock burned between her hungry lips. She wanted them to keep sucking her cunt and ass-hole, wanted her son to flood her mouth with his sweet, creamy come juice. But apparently they had a different idea.
Carl pulled his cock out of her mouth, and she was pushed backward until she was almost doubled completely over, her cunt almost in her own face. While Janice parted her mother's hairy pussy, Carl straddled Becky in a scissoring way, and Janice took hold of his cock, pushing it into their mother's cunt. Becky squealed with pleasure, looking up at her son's balls dangling near her face.
"Fuck that cunt, Carl," Janice hissed softly, her face very close as she watched. "Fuck mother in that hot fucking cunt!"
Carl pumped his prick in and out of their mother's pussy, his sister managing to get her lips in close. Becky, her eyes wet with ecstatic tears, watched her daughter lap at Carl's balls.
"What are you two doing to me?" Becky cried out with delight. "I love it! Ohhh, fuck me this way, Carl! Janice, eat my cunt!"
Becky felt a slight pain in her bending back, but she would not have stopped them for anything. The sensations were out of this world. She could smell the erotic scent of her cunt, of her son's cock, and see her daughter licking her tongue into Carl's balls. She felt her son's cock throbbing as he plunged it up and down, the lips of her cunt closing hotly about it.
"Now her ass-hole!" Janice said.
Immediately, Carl slipped his cock from her cunt, and Janice pushed it to their mother's ass-hole.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Becky wailed.
Without hesitation, Carl shoved his cock into their mother's ass-hole. Becky cried out again as her ass-hole stretched and burned as he fucked deep. Just as soon as he was fucking her in the ass, Janice buried her face into their mother's cunt, sucking and licking swiftly. Becky had her arms wrapped behind her knees, holding them past her head. She began to sob with the rapture, feeling what her daughter had felt before, a cock in her ass-hole and a tongue in her cunt.
"Ohhhh, this is so good!" Becky moaned. "Suck my pussy, Janice! Stick your tongue in my cunt and fuck it! Ohhhh, Carl, ram my ass! Ram that hard cock in my ass-hole!"
Carl pumped his cock up and down, his balls smashing along the cheek of his mother's spreading ass. He held one leg to one side, giving his sister room to suck the hairy cunt. Becky shoved her hand up and got hold of his balls, twisting them as she shivered ecstatically. She couldn't move her ass, hardly a wiggle, but she didn't have to. Her son was fucking her ass-hole deeply, and her daughter was sucking at her swollen clit.
"Oooo, you two are going to kill me!" Becky screamed. "Oh, My God! I can't stand it, it's so fucking good! Fuck me, Carl! Eat my cunt, Janice! Ooooohhh, my cunt ... my ass-hole! I'm burning up! My cunt and ass-hole are on fire and I'm going to come! I think I'm going to piss and shit and come right into your fucking faces!"
Janice giggled against her mother's cunt, fucking her tongue in and out. Becky pulled at her son's precious balls, feeling his cock fucking in and out of her gripping ass-hole faster and faster.
"I mean it!" Becky shouted. "I'm going to piss! I'm so excited, I'm going to piss!"
"Who cares?" Janice giggled against her mother's cunt. "I don't care if you piss, Mother!"
"I will! I will!" Becky shouted. "I'll piss in your fucking, cock-sucking, cunt-licking faces!"
Janice buried her open mouth hard into her mother's cunt, her tongue flicking in and out. Carl grunted as he pounded his cock up and down, fucking faster and faster into his mother's ass-hole. His cock throbbed with hardness, and the way his mother was twisting and pulling on his balls, he wasn't going to last much longer.
"I'm gonna fill your ass, Mom!" He groaned. "I'm gonna fill your fucking ass with my jizz!"
"Squirt it in my ass!" Becky screamed. "Ohhhh, baby, come in mother's ass-hole! Janice, you're going to make me come and piss all over your cock-sucking face!"
The words boiled from Becky's mouth, the sensations driving her crazy.
When she felt herself on the brink of coming, Janice lifted her little ass and planted it in her mother's face. Immediately, Becky began to suck and lick her daughter's fiery cunt, sliding her tongue from it to the pucker of that hot ass-hole. Janice squirmed her cunt into her mother's face, her lips pulling on Becky's clit. With a muffled grunt, Becky came. Her cunt convulsed and Janice sucked harder yet on the throbbing clit. Almost as soon as Becky started coming, Janice squealed, her blonde-haired cunt going into powerful contractions against her mother's sucking mouth.
"I'm gonna come!" Carl shouted. "I'm gonna come!"
He yanked his cock from his mother's ass-hole, spraying jism all over it. Janice pulled her mouth away from their mother's cunt, and come juice spewed from Carl's piss hole into the silky cunt hairs. With a hungry wail, Janice caught her brother's cock with her mouth, taking the hot gushes of his thick come juice into it.
Becky's half-naked body was trembling violently as she kept coming, her tongue deep inside her daughter's squeezing cunt. Janice sucked every last drop of her brother's come juice from his cock, and then as Carl moved away, she began to lick hungrily at her mother's cunt and ass-hole, swirling her tongue through the soft hair. She licked up the cock cream her brother had squirted into their mother's crotch until she had it all. Her pretty face was gleaming with wetness as she pulled her cunt from Becky's mouth, and sat next to her brother.
Becky stretched out on the floor, her eyes glowing as she grinned at them.
"I mean it," Becky said. "If I hadn't come when I did, I was about to piss right in your face, Janice."
Janice and Carl looked at each other, both giggling.
"Okay," Janice said.
"Okay, what?" Becky asked.
"Carl and I've been talking," her daughter replied. "We think pissing on each other might be fun."
"Pissing on ... are you two crazy."
"No, we just want to do it," Carl said. Becky looked at them, then burst out laughing.
"Okay, let's do it," she said. "I'll be first. I'll let you two piss on me, then I get to piss on you."
"Where?" Janice asked, excitement starting to show in her eyes again.
"Oh, my cunt, my face," Becky said softly, yet with a quiver of desire in her voice. "Anyplace you want, because I think I'd enjoy pissing in your cock-sucking mouth, Janice, and in your cunt-sucking mouth, Carl. So ... come on, piss in my face now! Both of you at the same time!"
Janice straddled her mother's tits, knees wide, while Carl stood at her head. Becky looked from her daughter's sugary cunt to her son's lovely cock, holding her breath, her cunt starting to become fiery with desire once more. "Now!" she hissed.
A golden stream of hot piss gushed from her daughter's cunt, splashing across her chin and toward her mouth. Then Carl began to piss, aiming his cock directly at her mouth.
"Ohhhh, wonderful!" Becky moaned, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could, tasting the hot piss of her son and daughter splashing across her tongue.
Her cunt exploded, the orgasms coming time and again...
