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Margaret did not have long to wait. She had busied herself with the rest of the laundry and put a frozen lasagna in the oven to bake for dinner, all the while keeping an ear cocked for the sound of her son coming in the front door. She found she was constantly struggling to keep her very naughty housedress in place; it clearly wasn't a very practical garment, but she was determined to give Keith an eyeful just in case his interest of the previous night and following morning had flagged. Besides, she reasoned, it wouldn't be that terrible a thing if the gown had happened to slip off to the floor just when the boy walked in.
Then for some reason she thought of John Muller and the way he'd seen her indecently exposed that morning – what if he decided to stop by again? She found the idea of being seen by his piercing gray eyes in her current evocative dress both terribly exciting and profoundly disquieting. Now why, she wondered, should she have no problem exhibiting herself to the eager ogling of her own son while the thought of displaying herself the same way to John Muller left her with more butterflies in her stomach than she'd experienced since she was a schoolgirl? Was it simply because the ice had already been broken with Keith – she knew he desired her, while John's feelings were still unknown? Or was it something more than that?
At that moment, a thunderous tramping of feet as Keith flung open the front door and bounded into the kitchen interrupted her uncertain ruminations.
"Mom, I won, I won!" the blond fourteen-year-old cried as he entered the room, then stopped abruptly and gulped several times repeatedly as his eyes took in the voluptuous, barely concealed body of his mother as she stood in the sheer, green deeply plunging gown. "Wow!" he breathed at last, "Look at you."
"Now that," purred his mother, inordinately pleased, "Is the kind of reaction a woman hopes to get when her lover comes home." She shook her head, causing her breasts and hips to jiggle tantalizingly. "So you won?" she asked in a voice she tried to keep casual.
"Uh, what?" he stammered, thoroughly nonplussed. His eyes never left the narrow bands of sheer cloth that were making an inadequate attempt to cover her breasts.
Enjoying herself immensely, Margaret slunk over to her son with an exaggerated wiggle in her hips and put her arms around the blond boy's neck, causing him to blink rapidly. "You were trying to tell me something, hmmmm? Something about winning today?" she cooed. The raw, flaming desire she saw burning in the teenaged boy's eyes was making her cunt start gushing freely, almost as if she hadn't just spent the past hour or so making passionate love to his sister.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," he tried again, struggling to keep his head clear enough to carry on a conversation. The scent that was emanating from his mother's body was filling his nostrils, an aroma he couldn't place but which immediately brought back memories of his incestuous indiscretions of the night before. "Uh, yeah. I won the meet; I mean, I had the best time," he explained weakly. His mother had begun circling her fingers in his hair and he could feel the heat of her body.
"Well, that's fantastic," Margaret said with genuine admiration. "You've never even placed in the top five before, have you?"
"N-no," he answered, grinning like a fool because his mother was beginning to run her hands up and down the length of his body. "I just..."
"Just what?" prompted his mother, who then proceeded to render the boy speechless once again by unbuckling and unzipping his jeans. "You were about to tell me about how you won?" She pulled his pants to the floor in one swift tug, causing her son to gasp and blush charmingly.
"Uh, Mom? Isn't Melissa home?" Keith asked hesitantly. He was becoming rapidly turned on by his mother's seduction but wasn't keen on being caught in the act by his sister. Though as he thought about it, he began to wonder if Melissa would actually be that shocked or disgusted – she certainly hadn't shown any hesitation about getting sexually involved with him, had she? A picture began to grow in his head of both his mother and his sister sucking on his hard cock at the same time; he felt his prick instantly stiffen into an iron rod.
"When I saw her a few minutes ago, she was snoring away. She won't disturb us." Margaret pulled her son's underwear down to his ankles and exclaimed with delight at the sight of his rigid, smooth cock springing up to meet her. "It looks like you're all ready to get your victory reward," she laughed, her breathing increasing rapidly and deeply. She reached out and caressed the teenaged boy's erection, making him gasp in agreement.
Remembering Melissa's `accident' with the tenuously supported nightgown, Margaret stood fully upright and gave her shoulders a gentle shake. Sure enough, the slinky nightgown immediately slithered halfway down her body. With a giggle, the horny mother wriggled the rest of the way out of the gown to stand naked before her son. She allowed him a few moments of appreciative ogling, loving the way his eyes feasted on her body before she stepped forward and put her hands under his tee shirt, pulling up firmly.
"Let's get you the rest of the way naked, too," she insisted with a throaty chuckle. "I like to look at you as much as you like to look at me."
She pulled the cotton tee shirt over her son's head. He offered no resistance; in fact, he looked more than a little dazed. But his prick continued to stand firmly at attention, pointing proudly away from his slim, well-muscled body. With a deep groan of lewd desire, his mother sank to her knees on the kitchen floor in front of her fourteen-year-old son and greedily began to suck and lick the boy's cock.
"Ohhhhh, God, Mom!" Keith sighed as he felt the soft, warm moistness of his mother's mouth close around his straining prick, "That feels so incredibly good. Oh! Oh, yeah! Oh, my God!" he gasped as he felt her lips nibbling and working their way all the way down to the curly blond pubic hair at the base.
His mother held his tumescent member buried deeply within her throat for as long as she could until she needed to breathe, then slid it smoothly out of her distended throat and gulped air quickly while pumping the saliva slick shaft sensuously with her fingers. Keith groaned with pleasure.
"That – Oh! That's all I thought about," the boy gasped as his mother resumed her slow fellatio, alternating between deep plunges where she swallowed the entire length and teasing flicks with her tongue around the head and flaring rim.
"Hmmm-hmmm?" she encouraged him to continue in a muffled voice, her mouth being full of fourteen-year-old prick. She looked up at him adoringly and he placed his hands gently on either side of her head, thrusting his hips forward and guiding her lips in a slowly increasing rhythm.
"When I was – hunngghh! When I was running. Oh, shit! That feels so good! Ohhhhhh! I still can't believe you can swallow the whole thing!" he moaned, feeling his knees start to shake under the obscene intensity of his mother's blowjob.
"When you were running?" Margaret prompted, looking up at him as she jacked his long, purpling prick off while she caught her breath once more.
"Yeah!" the boy groaned, "I thought about you – I mean us – and the stuff we, you know, did together."
"Stuff?" teased his mother with mock indignation, "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about. What stuff?" She lowered her lips to his turgid organ once more and plunged the entire shaft down her throat with ease.
"Haaagghhhh! Oh, fuck, Mom! You're gonna make me come all over you if you keep that up!" Keith panted, using his hands on her head to steady himself against his increasingly jelly-like knees.
Margaret withdrew his stiff dick from her esophagus once more and gasped, "Isn't that what you want? Don't you want to come for your mommy?"
"Yeah! I mean – Oh, I don't know what I mean!" the boy moaned, flustered. "You know I love the way you do that..."
"Oh, this?" his mother asked sweetly, lasciviously running her tongue down the entire, throbbing shaft and lapping teasingly at his tightly contracted balls. "Is this the `stuff' you were thinking about while you were running so fast?"
"Oh, yeah," breathed her son, "And all the stuff we did together."
"Tell me," moaned the woman, feeling unbearably aroused, "I want to hear you tell me everything we did that you thought about, and use all the sexy, dirty words, `cause that turns me on so much!" She took his prick into her mouth once more and ran her tongue in a lazy swirl around the swollen head.
"Ohhhhh," the young boy sighed, "Uh, okay. Like, the way you sucked my cock and took it all the way inside your mouth. Haagggghhh! Oh, yeah! And, um, the way you, you know, stuck your finger in my ass and made me come! Hunngghhh! And the way you let me touch you – your p-pussy, you know, and stick my finger in your ass, too! Oh, God, Mom! I'm really close!"
"Hmmm-hmmm!" his mother encouraged, speeding up her hand pumping along her son's slippery rod.
"And – and the way you – oh my God!" he gasped as he felt his mother's surreptitiously moistened finger worm its way into his tightly puckered ass hole, "Oh shit, Mom! Oh, God! I loved the way you kissed me with my own come! Haaggghhh! Hungghhh! Ahhhhgggg! Mom! I'm coming! I'm coming right – hunnghh! Right now!"
Margaret viciously buried her finger up to the palm in her son's welcoming anal cavity and held the head of his pulsating cock tightly in her mouth while sliding her other hand up and down the slippery length of his prick as fast as she could. Within seconds, she was rewarded with spurt after spurt of the boy's salty, pungent jism that filled her mouth.
Keith yelled incoherently, bucking his hips and clinging to his mother's sweat-soaked head to keep from falling over as his balls emptied for the third or fourth time that day. Gradually, the spasms decreased in frequency and the great jets of come from his teenaged prick diminished to an oozing trickle.
His mother sat back on her haunches, pulling her finger out of his pliant asshole, and regarded her son with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She half suspected that Keith's orgasmic yelling would awaken the boy's sister, but she was too deep in her own desperately lewd desires to care. She could tell that her son expected her to share her mouthful of her come with him as she had before, but she had a different plan. Time to further the boy's sexual education, she thought with a smoldering grin.
As her son looked on with a stunned expression, Margaret bent her head down and allowed the entire mouthful of her young boy's semen, liberally mixed with her own saliva into a runny, gooey, creamy-looking mess to drip into her open, outstretched palm. Raising her head again to gaze inscrutably at Keith, she lowered her jism-coated hand to her own cunt and began to slather the mixture of their juices into the soft, shaved folds, covering every inch of the puffy, smooth flesh.
The thought occurred to her that she was risking pregnancy by her own son – she hadn't used any form of birth control since his father had left them – but she thought she was close enough to her period to be pretty safe. And if the truth were told, she admitted to herself, the thought of Keith making her pregnant turned her on incredibly. Whoa, there, she cautioned herself, let's not get carried away. She stored the thought away to deal with later.
But in any event, she'd done it now – her cunt was filled with his incestuous seed right then so whatever happened would happen. At the moment, what she really cared about was coaxing her virgin boy into making her come by licking her pussy; the feel of Melissa's tongue there less than an hour ago had reminded her of how much she missed having her cunt eaten, and she was determined to teach Keith about the joys of cunnilingus before another minute passed.
Margaret rose to her feet and looked her puzzled son dead in the eye. "Your turn," she commanded simply, and turned to hoist herself up backwards onto the kitchen table. Seating herself and positioning her ass right at the edge of the table, she spread her legs apart invitingly and gestured to her pussy, glistening with his come. "If you want to taste it, get over here and lick it up!"
Keith could hardly believe his eyes, and he swallowed several times, feeling an idiotic grin spread over his face despite himself. Ever since his sister had hinted earlier that afternoon that she might let him lick her cunt, he'd been thinking about little else, in fact it had actually been that fantasy that had so distracted him that he had not even felt the fatigue in his body as he won the cross-country meet, though he had not wanted to admit the details to his mother. And yet now she was inviting, no, demanding that he do the same to her and, best of all, she was letting him taste his own jism at the same time!
"Well, are you just going to stand there with that stupid smile on your face or you going to eat me, son?" his mother said sharply, though inwardly she could barely keep from laughing at the obvious delight on his face. "C'mon, lover, lick me – there isn't a better way to make a woman come like crazy than a good cunt-licking!" She ran her fingers down into her jism-soaked vulva for emphasis.
"All right!" her son breathed softly. Without any more hesitation, he stepped up to his mother's crotch, lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, and bent his face into her pussy. He inhaled the musky fragrance of an aroused woman's cunt mixed with the earthy aroma of his own come and began to lap at her, gingerly at first but soon he was indulging in long, sensuous swipes with his tongue up and down the length of her shaven slit.
Margaret sighed with ecstasy as her teenaged boy began working his tongue into all her secret places, taking to his incestuous task with enthusiasm. "That's right," she murmured, gasping as her son plunged his tongue into her vagina before returning his attentions to the jism smeared into the cleft between her thighs and cunt lips. "Oh! Yes, just like that!"
Encouraged, Keith began to boldly thrust his tongue deeply into his mother's oozing twat and running it up and down the crevice from her ass to her clit. The already-aroused woman began to moan and gently writhe as excruciatingly intense erotic sensations began to radiate outward through her body from her incestuously ravaged pussy.
"Hunnghhh! Oh my God, Keith! Ohhh! You have no – hunnghh! No idea what you're doing to me!" she groaned. "Yes! That's right! Oh, fuck! Yes! Suck my clit! Suck it, my sweet lover! Aaaaaghhhh! Shit! Yes, just like that! Suck it just like it's a little cock! Hoooo! Oh, my God! You're going to make me come already!"
Her son was almost delirious himself from the lewd intensity of the situation, and when his mother began to suggest that he suck her clit as if it were a cock, it was like a dam broke inside him. He surrendered completely to the fantasy, imagining that this was not a woman but a man whose most intimate member he was taking into his mouth, and he began to suck it in exactly the way he would have wanted it sucked. He rapidly flicked the tip of her enormous, turgid clit as fast as he could while thrusting his face up and down violently, driving his lips hard against the older woman's bald cunt.
The effect on his mother was electric and immediate. She began whooping and shrieking uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic release thundered into her voluptuous body. Her son relentlessly suckled her clit despite the frenzied bucking of her broad hips, lashing the rigid, pulsing nub with his tongue as fast as he could. His mother seized his head between her hands and pulled his face into her pussy even harder, desperately trying to force as much of herself as possible into the fourteen-year-old boy's open mouth.
Keith's head was wedged so tightly between his mother's legs that he was beginning to have difficulty breathing when he felt her gradually begin to relax, the rhythmic throbbing in her clitoris between his lips slowly subsiding. The boy pulled his head back a bit to draw a few deep breaths but, when his mother did not release her grip on his head, concluded that she wanted him to continue so he resumed a series of long, slow strokes with his tongue up and down the length of her sopping cunt slit.
"Ohhhh, yes," sighed his mother, "That's right, my sweet lover. Nice and slow just like that – make me come again nice and slow. You are such a good learner, my handsome son. You're learning to be a fantastic lover - did you know that? You made me come so good just now. Oh! Oh baby, yes! Lick my ass like that! Oh, God! I can feel your tongue all the way inside my ass hole!" She writhed appreciatively.
Her son was encouraged by her obvious enjoyment, and grabbed her fleshy butt cheeks tightly in his hands, spreading them as far apart as he could in order to push his tongue even more deeply into her musty anal sphincter. As he drove even farther into the squirming woman's butt, he was fascinated to notice that his own cock, which had been hanging flaccidly between his young legs after shooting his wad into her mouth, now began to stir and grow. He realized that, far from being disgusted by the notion of licking his mother's ass, it turned him on. He didn't know what to make of that discovery about himself, but he enthusiastically plunged his tongue back into her yawning anus, pumping in and out repeatedly and trying to work even more inside her rectum.
For her part, Margaret was beside herself with perverted ecstasy. Anal sex of any form had long been one of her deepest fantasies, but the idea of licking her lover's asshole, and having her own rectal orifice penetrated by a tongue in turn was the height of kinkiness to her. She could hardly believe her good fortune in having found someone who seemed to enjoy anal sex every bit as much as she did, and in her own home all along. She began to seriously regret not having seduced her son long before this.
The sensuously undulating woman could feel herself rapidly approaching another climax, driven to new heights of arousal with each new anal penetration by her teenaged son's eager tongue, and she could hear moans and strange, animalistic sounds escaping from her lips. Her fingers stole into her cunt and she began to surreptitiously fondle her slippery clit as her hips rocked and pumped in rhythm with the boy's incestuous ass-licking.
"Ohhh, fucking Jesus!" Margaret groaned as the first unmistakable stirrings of a heart-stopping orgasm began to pulsate within her womb. "Do it, son! Fuck my ass with your tongue, just like that! Haaaagghhh! Holy fucking shit! You're going to make me come, Keith! Hunggghh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God damn! You're making me come just like that! Fuck me! Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck me in my ass! Haaaaaieeeeeeee!" her voice rose to a shriek before her vocal chords were strained beyond audibility and she could only exhale in a prolonged hiss as her son drove his tongue deeply into her loose anus and kept it there, filling her ass hole completely. She shuddered and shook, her hips gyrating wildly as Keith struggled to keep his lewdly violating tongue buried inside her, and her entire body throbbed in time with the rhythmic pulsations that poured into her from her cunt and ass.
Keith's tongue finally slipped free as his mother continued to spasm but he instantly replanted his lips around her clit, taking in her fingers that still pressed against the vibrating organ. He forced his tongue between the fingers and began to lash her clitoris vigorously, pushing his face into her smoothly shaven cunt flesh as hard as he could.
"Haaaggghhhhhhhh!" screamed his mother at this new assault, "Ohhhhhhh! No! No! Stop! You can't- you can't- I can't! Oh, fuck you! Hunghhh! Hunnghhh! No! No more! Please! I – shit! Unnnghhh!" she begged, gasping for breath but the fourteen-year-old boy was relentless. He delightedly flogged her clit with his tongue, easily avoiding her feeble attempts to cover her crotch with her fingers, and her breathing became sharper and shorter.
To her amazement, she could feel a new and even stronger climax beginning, even before the last one had subsided, and her hips rose traitorously to welcome her son's incestuous oral ravishment even as her fingers continued to try to fend him off. She was powerless to stop this new torrent of erotic ecstasy that flooded her weak and gasping body, and she finally surrendered to it, consciousness fading as the orgasm reached its peak. The last thing she was dimly aware of was her bladder releasing once more, something her lust-fogged mind found terribly amusing.
Keith was aware of the sudden flood of pungent, acrid liquid that filled his mouth, as well as the total cessation of movement from his mother's body, and abandoned his cunnilingus immediately and stood up, looking at her with alarm. But his concern was short lived, for the woman quickly opened her eyes again, blinking them rapidly in succession to clear her vision. She saw her son's face float into focus before her, and a smile that would not be denied spread across her face.
"Come here, baby," she laughed joyously, spreading her arms, "Come here and kiss me! Let me taste myself!"
Her son giggled at his mother's bubbly enthusiasm and leaned over her to kiss her. Their lips met, and Margaret thoroughly licked all the aromatic juices from the boy's face, pausing every few moments to plunge her tongue deeply into his mouth. He returned her kiss with equal ardor, and snuggled his body close to hers, resting his weight heavily on her large, soft breasts and plump tummy.
Finally, with another giggle, Keith pushed himself back, resting his feet on the floor. As he did so, the giggle died on his lips, replaced with a look of wide-eyed intensity for the shift in position had put his now completely stiff prick poised perfectly between his mother's legs. The swollen head was already starting to push easily past the drenched and slippery cunt lips and the fourteen-year-old realized with a gulp that all he had to do was push his hips forward just a little bit and he would be fucking his own mother. It was that profound realization that made him freeze in place – all he could do was stare at the flushed and perspiring woman beneath him, not daring to move. He desperately wanted to fuck her; he could feel his cock straining between his legs like it had a will of its own. At the same time, he was terribly afraid that she would be angry with him. She seemed to want to have sex with him, but the awful reality of actually going all the way at last continued to give him niggling doubts.
For her part, Margaret found herself equally petrified, and for much the same reasons. She could feel his rigid prick almost penetrating her cunt. She could hardly have missed it, for it seemed at that moment that her entire body was focused on that one, small spot of her anatomy, her desire to feel him thrusting into her almost overwhelming. Her eyes bored into her son's, trying to fathom what he was really thinking. The fact that he was holding back made her doubt herself; she had been certain that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but his hesitation now opened a yawning pit of fear in her gut. What if he wasn't ready? Had she pushed him too soon, too fast? Why didn't he see how much she wanted him to fuck her, to slam his young, rock-hard cock deeply into her oh-so-willing cunt?
The moment of mutual immobility stretched uncomfortably, each unwilling to be the first to make the final move. At last, Margaret could stand it no longer. Throwing caution to the winds, she reached out with her hands to pull Keith into her at last. But before she could act, there was the unmistakable creak of floorboards upstairs and the tread of footfall heading for the stairs.
"Shit!" moaned Margaret to her son, who was backing away from her frantically, "Your sister's up. Go on," she commanded, sizing up the situation quickly. "Grab your clothes and get into the basement to put them on – there isn't time for anything else. Go!" she hissed, then added quickly before he could leave, "We can finish what we started later," and gave Keith a meaningful glance through lowered eyes.
The teenaged boy grinned and scrambled to comply and Margaret hurriedly lumbered off the kitchen table and grabbed her nightgown from the floor where she had dropped it and tugged it quickly over her body. Thank God I wasn't wearing any more than this, she thought. She noticed that Keith had left a sock behind in his haste, but was able to put it to good use mopping up the small puddle of her piss that had spilled on the kitchen floor from her last orgasm. She was just putting the sock into the washing machine when Melissa came into the room.
"Hi, Mom," she said cheerily.
"Hi, there," answered her mother, turning after closing the door to the laundry closet. She eyed her daughter appreciatively, pleased that Melissa had chosen to follow her suggestion and wear the twin to the new, scanty nightgown she herself was wearing. "That looks very, very sexy on you. Did you have a nice nap?"
"Oh, yeah," snorted her daughter. "That last, you know, orgasm, just kinda' put me out, if you know what I mean." She crinkled her nose embarrassedly.
"I do know what you mean," murmured the older woman, stepping close and caressing her twelve-year-old girl's hair, "You know damned well you'd done the same thing to me earlier," she added dryly, eliciting a pleased giggle from her daughter.
"Where's Keith," Melissa asked, looking around. "I thought I heard his voice."
"Oh, he's – I sent him down to the basement to put some things away for me," Margaret said in what she hoped was a natural-sounding voice. The memory of how close she and her son had come to actually fucking right there on the kitchen table – and how close they had come to being caught at it by Melissa – made the red-haired woman's heart begin to thud in her chest all over again.
"Oh," her daughter replied, trying not to look disappointed. She'd hoped to make an entrance in her indecent outfit that would turn her brother's head, and since he'd apparently already seen her mother in the same style of gown, the effect would be diluted. Oh well, she thought, giving a mental shrug, it should be interesting to watch the teenaged boy's reaction to two women wearing the same, barely-concealing clothing.
She didn't have long to wait; the sound of Keith's feet bounding up the cellar stairs only just preceded him bursting back into the kitchen. His face looked flushed and sweaty and his breathing was heavy. Melissa wondered just what he'd been doing in the basement for their mother to get him worked up like that, and was about to ask when she was forestalled by her mother quickly crying, "Well, here's the conquering hero now!"
Keith looked pleased but awkward at the remark and Melissa just looked first at her brother then her mother with a puzzled expression. She looked quickly back at her sibling when she realized that he was ogling her open-mouthed. As much as she had wanted her brother to notice her torrid gown, she still felt her cheeks beginning to burn when she was actually under his unabashedly interested gaze.
Their mother noticed with fascination her son's inability to tear his eyes away from his sister's teasingly garbed body. While she felt a slight twinge of jealousy that Keith wasn't looking at her that way, she consoled herself with the memory of his dumfounded expression when he arrived home earlier and saw her wearing her similar outfit. Besides, she reminded herself, she'd encouraged her daughter to wear the gown in order to get the boy thinking about both of them sexually; she could hardly be upset now that it was so obviously working. All her frustrated lust from a few minutes ago began to reassert itself and she was acutely conscious of the renewed wetness in her shaved pussy.
"Wh- what did Mom mean?" Melissa finally stammered into the silence that had grown uncomfortably long while her brother's eyes wandered over her lasciviously draped young body and her mother showed no inclination to reprimand him. What was going on here, she began to wonder? She felt like she had suddenly stepped into deep water.
Keith's eyes finally regained the ability to focus on his sister's face and he muttered shyly, "Oh, I just, uh, I, um..."
"He just won his cross-country meet!" broke in their mother with a snorted laugh, finally losing patience with her son's befuddlement.
"Really?!!" squealed Melissa, "That's totally cool! God! I can't believe it! Congratulations!" She gave him a hug, which he returned somewhat awkwardly, aware both of the amount of his sister's bare skin his fingers were touching and of his mother's appraising look when she caught his eye behind the girl's back.
He stepped away quickly and muttered, "Yeah, thanks. I don't know what came over me, but I just kept thinking about – stuff – and I didn't even feel tired or anything."
"Well," blurted his sister, "I guess you just had the proper inspiration today."
She stopped short, appalled at what she'd almost revealed about their incestuous sex play while their mother was out just before he left for his race and glanced hurriedly at the woman to see if her normally overactive suspicions had been aroused. To her amazement, her mother was blushing furiously and turned quickly towards the stove with a barely-intelligible remark about needing to get dinner on the table.
Melissa looked back at Keith, expecting him to share her relief at escaping any pointed follow-up questions from their mother, only to see that her brother, too, had the oddest expression on his face, like he was scared and trying not to laugh at the same time.
Melissa just shook her head in irritated confusion; she really did not understand what was going on, but she was not about to push it when it was clear that she'd ducked a delicate situation. She turned to go back upstairs, calling, "I'm gonna' call Steph, okay, Mom? I'll be back down for dinner."
Without waiting for her mother's muffled response that may or may not have been consent, the seventh-grader hastened back upstairs to her mother's bedroom and pulled the door closed for privacy. She grimaced somewhat amusedly at the still pungent odors of her recent incestuous orgy with her mother – the bedding and pillows reeked of urine and the distinct, musky aroma of excited cunts. The memory, and the thought of sharing all she'd learned with her young, black-haired best friend and now lesbian lover made her twat start to ooze in what was starting to feel like a constant state of arousal. She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone, a soft, smoky smile playing across her face as she dialed Stephanie's number.
But it was not Stephanie who answered; instead she heard Brad's brassy, insouciant voice drawl, "Muller residence; how may I direct your call?"
Despite herself, Melissa found herself laughing out loud, "You're so funny, Brad!"
The boy's voice instantly softened and he sounded much less sure of himself. "Oh, uh, hi there. What are you doing?"
"It's nice to speak to you, too, Brad," she said with a severity she didn't feel. "Why, I'm talking on the phone to you. What are you doing?"
"Oh, you know," he said bravely with only a slight stammer betraying his nervousness, "I'm just hangin' around, doin' homework and stuff."
"Stuff, hmmm?" Melissa countered, enjoying his discomfiture and determined to milk it, "What kind of stuff? Stuff like you were doing all night in your room? Or other kind of stuff?" When he appeared unable to respond, she asked sweetly, "Like, maybe you've been doing stuff like you were doing to me in the car on the way to your piano teachers. Stuff like that?"
"Shit, no!" he spluttered, "Who would I do anything like that with besides you?"
"Well, no one, I hope," she answered ominously, then added, "Unless you tried it with Stephanie. She might even like it as much as I did." God, what a total slut she was becoming! She could hardly believe how brazen she'd become.
There was a long moment of silence while a clearly nonplussed Brad digested this. Finally he said hesitantly, "You liked it? What we did in the car, I mean?"
Melissa burst out, "Well, duh! Couldn't you tell? I know you almost came, but so did I. That's twice now you've left me hanging like that. You owe me some big-time orgasms, boy!"
"Okay!" he breathed, his enthusiasm palpable even through the phone line. "When?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, whenever we get together again," she said coyly, "But I don't know when that might be, since I haven't been invited."
"Oh, uh, right. Would you like to come over this evening? We could watch some movies and stuff..." he offered hopefully.
"There's that `stuff' again," she teased, but giggled before turning serious, "I don't know, Brad. I haven't asked my mom yet if I could go over there. But maybe if I told her I wanted to visit Steph, you know? I do need to talk to your sister, too. Could you be a love and get her for me and I promise I'll see if I can come over tonight, okay?"
"Sure, okay, uh, let me get her," he stammered.
"Brad!" she called out quickly.
"What?" he responded rather breathlessly.
"Thanks. It was nice to talk to you," she added with genuine warmth.
"Oh, well, it was nice to talk to you, too," he answered brightly, then added in a lowered voice, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Melissa encouraged, wondering what was coming.
"Well, it's, uh, you know, like you were saying about my sister, and, um..."
"Holy shit, Brad, just spit it out!" the girl chided.
"Well, it just sounded like you were saying that you wouldn't mind if I did, you know, `stuff' with her, too. Is that what you meant?" he blurted in a rush.
"Why? Would you like to?" she asked archly.
"Oh, uh, geez, you know, it's just, like what happened last night, you know, with the three of us, I just didn't know what you thought. Does that make any sense?" the eighth-grade boy hemmed uncomfortably.
"Maybe," she allowed, "But you still haven't told me if you'd like to do `stuff' with your sister. You mean to tell me you haven't thought about it, even a little bit?"
"Maybe. Maybe a little bit," he admitted. "You're not going to get all, you know, freaked out or somethin' now, are you?"
"No, Brad, I'm not going to get freaked out," she said with a wry frown. "In case you don't remember `cause you were too horny to think straight last night," and I'm a fine one to talk, she thought to herself with a rueful grin, "I was the one who got you to kiss her and feel her up, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," he said in a relieved tone.
"So – tell me. Tell me you've been thinking about trying to get in your sister's pants, and don't lie to me, Brad. You've been thinking about her while you've been jerking off in your room, haven't you?" Melissa insisted mischievously, "C'mon, admit it!"
"Well, uh, shit!" he swore softly.
"Is that a `yes'?" Melissa persisted.
"Yeah, sometimes," Brad finally mumbled. "Are you sure you don't think I'm a pervert?"
"No," she said softly, "I'm glad. It kinda' turns me on, if you want to know the truth."
"Really?" the boy asked wonderingly.
"Really," she confirmed. "In fact, I think I'm going to make you tell me all about what you think about her while I'm making you come. How about that?"
"Uh, okay, sure," the thirteen-year-old said with growing interest, "That'd be cool."
"And to answer your question directly," Melissa went on, "No, I don't think you're a pervert. Do you think I'm a pervert `cause I have sex with your sister?"
"You do?" Brad asked, his voice sounding surprised.
"Well, duh!" she answered with some asperity, "What did you think we were doing together, playing Barbie dolls?"
"Aw, well, I-I didn't really know," he stammered. "I just thought maybe you were, you know, touching yourselves and making yourself come."
"Jeez, Brad!" Melissa laughed in spite of herself. "Well, yeah, it started that way, but it got way past that pretty damn quick."
"No shit!" He sounded impressed. "So are you – I mean, does that mean you two are, you know...?"
"Lesbians? Queer?" the redhead asked pointedly.
"I wasn't gonna' say that," he insisted. "But you know what I mean."
"You mean, what does it mean to you, huh?"
"Well, yeah, I guess," he admitted. "I mean, I kinda' thought you liked me, too, but I don't want to get in the way or anything."
"Fair enough," Melissa said, her voice softening. "The honest answer is, I don't know what I am – I'm still trying to sort all that out. But I do know a couple of things. First, I love Stephanie totally, and we're going to keep on making love to each other. But I really like you, too, and as long as you're cool with me and your sister, then I want to keep on doing, you know, `stuff' with you, too. And no, you won't be in the way. Just so you don't get freaked out when I want to spend some time alone with Stephanie."
"That depends; is she gonna' be okay if you spend some time alone with me?" Brad asked pointedly.
"Yeah, I think she would," Melissa nodded, smiling to herself at his concern. "And maybe sometimes the two of you should be alone together, hmmm? Or maybe all three of us should be together sometimes," she added mischievously, while thinking about how much she would enjoy her brother, Keith, being part of that scene as well.
"God! You mean it?" he spluttered in disbelief.
"Sure, why not? You didn't seem to have any problem with it last night..." she pointed out. "I didn't mind, and it didn't seem like Steph did either. Did you?"
"Hell, no!" the boy blurted, "I had to jack off about three times in a row thinking about it!" He stopped short, appalled at what he'd just admitted.
"No kidding," she commented dryly. "We were listening to you while we were making each other come, too. All night long," she added wickedly. "Now how about getting your sister? I'll talk to you later, okay?" The conversation was getting her decidedly aroused, and her fingers had slid up under the indecently high leg slit of her gown and were gently massaging her rapidly swelling clit. Despite her bold talk with Brad, she was more comfortable with the idea of talking to Stephanie while she frigged herself than to her friend's brother.
With obvious reluctance, Brad finally assented and went in search of his sister.
When Stephanie picked up the phone, the first thing she demanded was, "What were you telling my brother? He's got something in his pants that looks like it's going to rip right through his zipper!"
"Actually, we were talking about you," Melissa said with a sly grin. "He admitted that he thinks about you when he jerks off."
There was a moment of complete silence on the other end of the phone line. Finally, Stephanie said in a voice suddenly thick, "I guess last night got him thinking..."
"Oh, it sounded like he's been thinking about you a lot longer than that," Melissa assured her friend with an impish tone. "You told me yourself that he'd been hanging around peeking in your doorway when you changed – and you let him. So don't try and act all innocent; you've been thinking about him, too."
"Okay, okay," the dark-haired girl admitted with a giggle, then turned serious, "So what about us? Or are we a threesome now?" The anxious tone in her voice was unmistakable.
"He wanted to know the same thing," Melissa informed her friend softly, "And I told him the same thing I'll tell you. I told him that I totally loved you and was going to keep on making love to you but that as long as he was cool with that, that I'd like to keep doing stuff with him, too. And maybe sometimes with all of us together," she added in a voice growing husky with erotic arousal, her fingers increasing their tempo between her legs.
"What are you doing?" Stephanie asked sharply, having heard the familiar sounds of her new lover's changed breathing, "Are you making yourself come? Where are you?"
"I'm up in my Mom's bedroom," the redhead admitted, "And yeah, I'm playing with myself. Thinking about everything we did last night and this morning got me so fucking turned on I couldn't help it!"
"That's not fair," whispered her friend, "I want to come with you."
"Go ahead," encouraged Melissa naughtily, "I'm sure Brad and your dad wouldn't mind. If they saw you standing bare-assed in the hall touching your pussy, don't you think they'd like to join you? You'd get to have both of them at once!" She groaned involuntarily at the wave of perverted lust that poured through her at the thought, and began to slide first one, then two fingers up into her now gushing cunt hole.
"I don't know," Stephanie replied with a worried tone, though her deepened breathing betrayed her own increasing arousal at the thought. "Maybe Brad would be okay with it from what you say, but Dad's been weird all afternoon. It's like he won't even look at me, and gets up to leave the room whenever I come in."
"That is weird," Melissa agreed. "Omigod! I completely forgot! Did your dad tell you we get to stay with you next week? And you and Brad are staying with us the week after?"
"What?!!" her friend cried, her worry about her father's attitude momentarily forgotten. "You're kidding! For real? And who's `we'?"
"For real, and `we' is Keith and me," the redhead assured, secretly pleased that she could be the one to break the news to Stephanie. She quickly retold the story, ending with, "And so Keith and I are gonna' get to stay with you and best of all you and I get to sleep together every night for two whole weeks!"
"Oh, my God! That is unbelievable! Oh! I can't wait!" She paused and her voice grew both annoyed and worried. "Now I really wonder what's up with my dad. I can't believe that something like that just slipped his mind."
"Well, the reason I called was to see if I could maybe come over tonight. Maybe we could find a way to, you know, call your brother's bluff, if you know what I mean. And," she paused dramatically, "There's more things I've got to tell you, too," Melissa said, her voice dropping to a meaningful whisper.
"Things? What kind of things?" Stephanie wanted to know immediately.
"Oh, more things like I told you about last night," Melissa said in a teasingly vague manner. "So can I come over?"
"Um, lemme check with Dad."
"Why? You never had to ask before?"
Stephanie hesitated, "It's just – he's being so strange right now. Just wait a minute, okay? I'll be right back."
As she waited, Melissa resumed her attentions on her young, oozing cunt, burying her fingers deeply into the slit and massaging the clit slowly with her thumb. She was just starting to feel the first stirrings of serious arousal when a soft noise from the direction of the door made her look up.
Keith's bright blue eyes were framed in his face, which was protruding in past the nearly closed door. He was watching her intently with a look of decidedly un-brother-like lust.
Melissa gulped and yanked her hand away from her crotch, blushing furiously. "Shit, Keith! Do you mind?" she hissed. She attempted to smooth the flimsy gown back down into some semblance of decency – at least as much decency as the tantalizing garment would permit.
Her brother was unmoved by her protest and just looked quizzical. "Why stop? I thought we were, you know, kinda' past that now." He continued to ogle her scantily clad, plump young body and grinned encouragingly.
Melissa could feel her cheeks burning even more at that. "You're right," she said contritely, though it grated to have to admit it. "It was just an automatic reaction."
"It's okay," the teenaged boy chuckled easily. "It was nice to watch anyway. But actually, the reason I came up was `cause Mom told me to tell you dinner's ready." He waggled his eyebrows hopefully. "But if you wanna' take a couple of extra minutes, I'll cover for you. As long as I get to watch, that is..."
Melissa opened her mouth and looked at her brother, amazed at his new, emboldened attitude. But before she could respond, Stephanie's voice was speaking to her from the phone receiver.
"Huh? Sorry, Steph, I didn't hear you," Melissa had to admit.
"I said, my dad says I can't have any company tonight. He says I have to finish my homework first."
"Oh, that bites!" exclaimed the redheaded seventh-grader. "Can't you do your homework tomorrow?"
"That's what I tried to say, but he said that if you come over tonight, then who knows when I'll get it done?"
"He said that?" Melissa asked, appalled. She noticed her brother still standing in the room watching her and impatiently gestured at him, trying to get him to understand that she needed to talk to Stephanie right then. He just grinned and refused to budge.
"Yep. But he did say," Stephanie went on in a somewhat more hopeful tone, "That if I did get it all done tonight that there wouldn't be any reason why you couldn't come over tomorrow."
"Well, okay, that's cool, I guess," Melissa allowed, though she added peevishly, "But I'll miss you tonight."
"I'll miss you, too," whispered her new lover softly. "I gotta go, okay? Call me tomorrow, `kay?"
"I will," Melissa promised. "Love you," she added, but Stephanie had already hung up. She looked up at her brother with a worried expression.
"Everything all right?" he asked.
"I guess so. It's just that something's going on with Stephanie and I don't know what it is."
"Maybe she needs time to think about things," Keith suggested.
"Maybe you're right," the younger girl shrugged. Or maybe her dad does and that's the problem, she thought to herself.
At that moment, they heard their mother's voice from the bottom of the stairs, "Hey! Dinner's ready now, not whenever you feel like it."
They two siblings both started guiltily, then looked at each other and laughed. "Okay, Mom," Keith called down quickly, "We're coming down. Melissa was still talking on the phone, but she's done now." He gave his sister a regretful look.
She understood what the look meant. "Maybe later," she promised, hanging up the phone and rising to her feet.
"Maybe so," her brother said with a leer, causing her to giggle.
They both turned and headed down the stairs. Keith paused at the bottom to admire his overdeveloped sister's body as she descended behind him, and she favored him with a sultry pose, putting her hand behind her head like a 1940's movie star. Her brother whistled softly, then preceded her into the kitchen, shaking his head imperceptibly.
Once they were seated at the table and the food served, Margaret asked her daughter, "So what's up with Stephanie?"
"I don't know," Melissa answered after swallowing a bite of lasagna. "I asked if I could come over tonight – I was gonna' ask you next," she added quickly to forestall any parental criticism. Her mother merely raised an eyebrow, so the girl continued, "But her dad said no."
"Why?" her mother wanted to know immediately, fearing some terrible problem.
"Oh, he said she had to finish her homework first, but that if she did, I could come over tomorrow," the girl said disgustedly.
"Oh. Well. That sounds quite sensible," Margaret exhaled with ill-concealed relief. "I must say, it sounds like he is doing a good job as a father. In fact," she went on with a tight smile, "I think that it is an excellent suggestion. Since it sounds like your tomorrow is going to be fully occupied, I think you ought to spend the evening doing your homework, too."
Keith guffawed, and his mother shot him a significant look, "And it's just as good a suggestion for you, too. After all, you might decide you have some things to occupy you tomorrow as well."
Melissa fully expected her brother to react to their mother's retort by getting his usual sullen look and withdrawing into himself. To her surprise, he simply nodded and said, "Yeah, you might be right."
The strangest look flashed between her brother and her mother for an almost imperceptible moment before they both looked quickly down at their plates. Melissa found herself once again feeling like she had missed something important.
Margaret was struggling to keep her breathing level. She hoped the hidden meaning behind the interchange with her son had escaped his sister, but that wasn't what was making her heart pound. It was that Keith had seemed to indicate that he was eager to spend some more time alone with her. She felt giddy and lightheaded and didn't know if she wanted more to dance around the table singing for joy or to leap across it and seize both her sexually awakened offspring, dragging them to the floor and making crazed love to them both right then and there.
At the same time, her parental conscience was telling her that no matter what kind of behavior she encouraged in them at home, they couldn't afford to have their outside lives, especially their schoolwork, suffer. She vowed to make John Muller her example, and felt even better than she had before about the idea of letting her children stay with him the next week. And besides, if they really did finish their homework this evening, they'd have the entire day Sunday to – who knew what?
Not daring to look up from her plate for fear her flushed face and lust-filled eyes would give her away, she declared, "It's decided, then; you both spend the evening finishing your homework and you'll have all day tomorrow to do whatever you want. Melissa, if you want to spend the day with Stephanie, that's fine, and you're welcome here as well." She deliberately left it ambiguous as to whether she meant that Stephanie was welcome or that Melissa was welcome to stay home with her and her brother.
Melissa could see the real advantages of the proposition though she was so incredibly horny right now that she wasn't sure how she could ever get through her homework. But she did her best to mask her sexual frustration and said in as meek a voice as she could muster, "Okay, Mom."
The rest of the dinner passed quickly. As they were finishing, Melissa asked, "Do you want me to help with the dishes, Mom?"
Her mother gave her an appraising look, her glance seeming to linger on the young girl's fully developed body under the sheer slit gown, before answering, "Thank you, pumpkin. But I think you should just concentrate on getting that homework done before anything else." She gave her daughter a warm smile to show that she appreciated the consideration, however.
Melissa shrugged, then tossed her head and headed down the hall, calling back over her shoulder, "Okay, then. Just don't say I didn't offer."
Margaret was left to wonder exactly what her daughter meant and what had really been offered. Maybe the girl had been thinking that if the two of them were alone in the kitchen, they'd be able to reenact their incestuous orgy of the afternoon, and the thought made the older woman's knees turn to jelly. This was insane – here she'd been having sex with both her teenaged children (well, almost, she reminded herself, remembering how close her stud of a son had come to actually fucking her cunt an hour ago), and yet since neither of them knew about the other, she still had to keep sneaking around behind both of their backs. She had to figure out a way to get the three of them in bed together.
But first things first, she decided. And the first thing was to get her young son over that final hurdle. She looked back at him, lingering at the table over his ice cream.
"You'd better get a move on and get your homework done too, don't you think? And after that," she said, lowering her voice, "You should probably get right to bed and try and get some sleep."
He looked surprised and said in a plaintive voice, "Oh, um, okay. If that's what you want. But I was kind of hoping that maybe I could, well, um, you know, stay up late and...keep you company."
His mother looked at her handsome son through lowered eyes and whispered, "That's exactly what I mean, you silly, naughty boy. But if you're going to be up half the night, um, keeping me company, as you say, then don't you think you'll need to get some sleep beforehand? I guarantee you're going to need your strength to finish what you started here before dinner."
Keith blushed delightfully but his level gaze displayed a complete lack of guilt and Margaret could have kissed him right there if she didn't know where that would lead. Instead, she contented herself with coming around the table to the fifteen-year-old boy's side and stroking his unkempt, blond hair a moment before whispering in his ear, "And don't you think it might be better if your baby sister was asleep before you came into my room, hmmmm?"
Keith goggled and gasped, "God, Mom! You mean it?"
Margaret gave her son's ear a playful tweak and laughed, "I said it, didn't I? Don't look so surprised – in case you hadn't noticed, you've got me wanting you just as much as you want me."
The look of incestuous adoration on the teenager's face made his mother's heart thump wildly in her chest. Not trusting herself to be alone any longer with him before flinging him to the floor and mounting him like a rutting beast, she said quickly, "So if you really do want to see me tonight, you'd better get out of here and take care of all that nasty homework! Go, son."
She blew him a kiss then turned her back on him to attend to the supper dishes, not even daring to look at him again. Only when she heard his footsteps retreat down the hall and clump up the stairs did her heart start to subside. What a total slut she'd become! She could barely force herself to wait a few short hours before surrendering her body to the lewd ravishments of her own son.
Not to mention those of her equally horny daughter, she reminded herself as well. With a sigh, she turned her attention to the dishes and wondered how she was going to make it through the evening while the kids worked on their homework. With some TV and her favorite vibrator surreptitiously buried between her legs, she suspected, and the thought made her smile.
Upstairs, Melissa bent doggedly over her mathematics homework, trying to concentrate but finding it very difficult. Every couple of problems she would find her mind drifting, alternating between the tantalizing memories of her first sexual experiences in the past two days, and then worrying about what was going on with Stephanie and why her friend seemed so rushed and strange on their phone call. And then she'd start to wonder about her mother and brother and why they seemed just as weird. Finally, she would have to pull herself up short and force herself back to her problem sets, at least until her mind wandered again and she would have to go through the same routine all over again.
She desperately wanted to sneak over to Keith's room and see if she could actually get him to fuck her but didn't dare with their mother awake downstairs. If not that, then she at least wanted to test out the new vibrator her mother had bought for her and her gaze kept turning to the nightstand where she knew it was waiting. But then she would remember that the only thing keeping her from being able to spend the whole day with Stephanie was the stupid homework in front of her and she would reluctantly return to it.
With all the distractions, it took much longer than it should have to finish, and it was nearly 11:00 at night before she was able to close the last book and put the set of Social Studies chapter questions she'd been working on at the last into her binder. She yawned hugely and stretched, realizing that, despite her nap in the afternoon, she was very tired. I guess I can't expect anything less given the night I had, she thought with a soft smile, remembering the way she and Stephanie had given each other so many orgasms – with a little help here and there from Brad, don't forget, she remembered, almost giggling out loud.
Melissa padded down the hallway to the bathroom in her bare feet, still wearing only the slinky gown her mother had given her that afternoon. She paused hopefully at Keith's door but any notion of getting him to pay her any attention was squelched by the sound of his soft snoring coming through the closed door. Hmph, she thought with annoyance, he must have gone to bed some time ago to be snoring like that. She decided that maybe he had just worn himself out between his cross-country meet, not to mention the way she'd made him come all over her earlier in the afternoon.
The memory of seeing his cock squirting his thick, white jism all over her and licking it up afterwards caused a surge of wetness to begin flowing from her pubescent cunt, and she hurried on to the bathroom, anxious to get back to her room and settle in with the new vibrator. She hurriedly pissed and brushed her teeth, barely glancing at her flushed complexion and eyes glistening with pre-teen lust as she flicked out the light.
"Goodnight, Mom," she called down from the top of the stairs in a low voice. "I'm going to bed now."
There was the sound of her mother's body shifting suddenly on the couch and then the older woman's voice, sounding oddly husky, floated up the stairwell, "Oh, okay. Uh, you finished your homework?"
"Yeah, finally!" the twelve-year-old girl said with self-pitying exasperation. "But I'm really tired now, so I'll see you in the morning, I guess."
There was another odd pause before her mother answered, "Okay, love. I-I'll see you then."
Ordinarily, Melissa would have had her curiosity piqued enough by her mother's odd responses to go downstairs and investigate, but she was really thinking only of trying out her vibrator alone. So instead, she just mumbled, "'Night, then. I love you."
A muffled sound that might or might not have been, "I love you, too" from downstairs was all Melissa heard before shuffling back to her room
Had Melissa allowed her normal curiosity to guide her downstairs at that moment, she would have seen a sight that she would have found even more entertaining than her vibrator.
Margaret had spent the evening on the sofa with the television on, but it was completely ignored. Instead, she had gathered up several of her favorite toys and had been teasing herself slowly into a sexual frenzy for hours. At first, she half suspected that one or the other of her children would ignore her suggestion to stay focused on their homework. She was prepared to be stern with them, of course, but finally relent and allow a quick orgasm before sending them back upstairs.
At least that was what she was fantasizing about, though she was still cautious enough to keep the assorted vibrators and dildos that were not in use hidden under the sofa. However, by the time the clock passed ten, it was apparent that her children were going to be nauseatingly obedient and respectful, possibly for the first time since they were toddlers, Margaret thought savagely.
Once she decided that neither Keith nor Melissa were likely to interrupt her, she had thrown herself at last into a full-fledged masturbatory effort, so that when she heard her daughter's voice at the top of the stairs, she found herself in an extremely awkward and undignified pose. She had been plunging her largest dildo – the huge black one that had impressed Melissa so much that afternoon – into her cunt with both hands, thrusting it roughly into her gaping, moist hole, grunting and panting with the exertion. She had become so energetic that her upper body had slipped off the sofa, so that at the moment Melissa called to her, Margaret's head and shoulders were resting on the floor but her ass and legs were above her, supported by the sofa seat. Her legs were spread widely and her toes clenched as she continued her self-fucking with the enormous black rubber cock. Her gown had slid down her body and was gathered around her neck and armpits, and perspiration had coated her entire voluptuous body.
When she heard Melissa's voice, she froze. Earlier she'd half wanted to be caught masturbating, but her present wanton display of lewdness was more than she cared to share right off the bat. Furthermore, to her great annoyance, she'd been less than a minute away from the really big, satisfying, gut-wrenching orgasm that she'd been building up to all evening. She tried desperately to shift her body, but her position didn't leave her with enough leverage to easily right herself.
So she answered her daughter as best she could and tried to maintain a normal conversation. It quickly became clear that the girl was tired and just wanted to go to bed, so Margaret relinquished any fantasy of tempting her into coming down and participating and just wished her a good night.
However, the interruption had completely broken the mood and the plump redhead realized that she would have to practically begin again. With a disgusted snort, she struggled back upright and retrieved all her various dildos and vibrators. She was seething with sexual frustration but she just didn't want to go through all the effort to get herself off again at the moment. Besides, she reasoned, if Keith really did take her up on her suggestion and sneak into her bed that night, she'd better be there.
She felt a sudden moment of panic – what if he'd already tried and she hadn't been there? But no, he wouldn't dare as long as Melissa was still up working on her homework. She relaxed again a bit, but she still hastened to straighten up downstairs, carrying her assortment of erotic toys into the kitchen to scrub them down for re-use.
As it was, Melissa knew none of this. She entered her bedroom and pulled the door closed but, in a moment of daring, left it open a crack – just in case Keith woke up and got the notion to peek in at her. She stripped off her gown and ran her fingers teasingly over the length of her body, caressing her prematurely large breasts and teasing the nipples before descending into the soft, drenched folds of her young pussy. She felt her breathing begin to quicken instantly and the delicious twinges of arousal course through her slightly plump body at once.
Fumbling in the nightstand drawer to retrieve the small, gold vibrator, she flicked the switch to test it briefly. Satisfied with the responsive hum, she yanked the covers down off her bed and flicked off the desk lamp, plunging the room into darkness. With a sigh of relief, she flopped down on the bed and turned the vibrator on once again, pushing it firmly into her cunt slit to rest against her turgid clit. She was in no mood for subtlety now – she was tired and she wanted to come and come hard. Her back began to arch involuntarily in response to the obscenely buzzing stimulation of her clit, and she groaned aloud from the obscene intensity of the sensation.
Her free hand played softly up and down her body, caressing her breasts and nipples, the soft round rolls of fat that encircled her abdomen, down to her rhythmically flexing smooth thighs and then back up again. She was astounded by how quickly the vibrator helped to push her close to an orgasm. Within a couple of minutes she was moaning and gasping, her body writhing with pleasure as the first tingles of her fast-approaching climax began emanating from her twelve-year-old pussy. She desperately ground the smooth tip of the vibrator into her clit, barely able to stand the overwhelming erotic intensity but determined to experience everything the new toy her mother had given her could offer.
The thought of her mother and the memory of their shameless incestuous lovemaking, the way they'd pleased each other with their toys, fingers, and tongues was the only thing the prepubescent girl needed to finally get herself off. She could still taste the scent and remember the soft, velvety texture of her mother's cunt in her mouth; with that thought washing through her brain, she surrendered at last to the orgasm that was hammering at her body. A whimpering cry forced itself from between her lips as her plump young body shuddered and shook with each successive climactic throb. Her clit felt like it was burning a hole clean through her body as the incredibly enhanced sensations driven by the smooth vibrator shot through her in a continuous white-hot stream. She held the device pressed against her most sensitive organ for as long as she could, trying to wring every last bit of stimulation from it.
But at last she could not stand anymore; she felt herself nearly fainting from the lack of air as she convulsed. With a great exhalation of breath, she pulled the insistently buzzing vibrator away from her clit, and greedily sucked in fresh oxygen, her body still pulsing steadily as the climax only gradually subsided. Finally, she flicked the small, gold device off with the last of her strength and flopped her arms out beside her on the bed, perspiration coating her entire fleshy frame.
At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door followed by her mother's voice asking, "Pumpkin, are you all right?"
"Y-yeah, Mom, I'm fine," her daughter managed to gasp.
"I thought I heard you crying or something," the older woman persisted, stepping into the room.
Despite her exhaustion, Melissa managed to giggle breathlessly and then snort, "It was the `or something'. I, um, I was just trying out the new little toy you bought me."
"Oh. Oh," repeated her mother, trying to stifle her disappointment. "And did it work?" She pushed the door quietly shut behind her and moved over to stand beside her daughter's bed.
"Oh, God, yes!" her daughter assured her mother, still somewhat out of breath. She hesitated a moment before adding shyly, "I was thinking about you. About us, I mean, and, you know, the things we did earlier."
Margaret found her heart melting at her daughter's tender admission and found it impossible to stay upset with her. "You should have called me; I would have been happy to come join you. In fact," she added, biting her lip – she hadn't really intended to admit this out loud, but Melissa's frankness seemed to call for it, "I was downstairs doing the same thing and hoping you'd come down and join me."
Melissa gulped, "You mean down in the living room? What if Keith had come down instead of me?" She was rather shocked at her mother's admission.
But her mother refused to be intimidated. "Well, then I guess we both would have been a little embarrassed," her shrug visible even in the gloom of the darkened bedroom. "And what about you? Your door wasn't even all the way closed. What if he'd gotten up and walked past your room while you were `busy', hmmmm?"
Melissa blushed fiercely in the darkness at being caught out like that and could only blurt, "Well it's not like he could have seen anything, and besides, he was asleep!"
"Well, I suppose," Margaret relented but not before the thought crossed her mind that her daughter might have been deliberately trying to tempt her son. A secret smile spread over her face. Perhaps realizing her fantasy of making love to both her children at once was going to be easier than she thought if the girl was already having incestuous desires of her own towards Keith.
The older woman felt her barely suppressed lust surging out of control at the thought. Her eyes were becoming adjusted to the gloom in the darkened bedroom and she could now see the outline of her pubescent daughter's body spread-eagled on the bed in front of her. The young girl had made no effort to cover herself after her masturbation and Margaret could smell the faint aroma of feminine arousal that lingered in the air above the naked twelve-year-old. The combination of her daughter's wanton pose, the heady odor of sex, and her admission that she had been fantasizing about making love to her mother were more than the desperately horny older woman could resist.
Without even realizing it, Margaret was on the bed between her young daughter's widely parted legs, her lips tenderly brushing their way seductively up the plump girl's smooth, full thighs towards her pungently scented vulva.
"You should have called me, sweetheart," the older woman repeated huskily as she began to give small, teasing licks of the sensitive skin on the inside of her daughter's thigh just inches from her fragrant cunt lips.
"Ohhhh, Mom," Melissa groaned, parting her legs even more widely to urge her mother's tongue inwards to her most intimate places. She had almost been ready to protest that she was too tired when she felt her mother climb onto the bed, but her body betrayed her the moment she felt the older woman's experienced lips and tongue touching her flushed and still tingling skin. She reached down and took her mother's soft curls between her hands and insistently tugged the woman's face closer to her oozing, yearning pussy.
Margaret teasingly resisted for a moment. "So you like your Mommy to lick your pussy, huh?"
"Oh, God, yes, Mom!" the girl whimpered.
"And the next time you feel horny are you going to call your Mommy to join you?" her mother demanded, her voice a hoarse, insistent whisper, "'Cause your Mommy sure loves to make love to you, don't you know?" She allowed her tongue to run up the thigh tantalizingly close to the girl's swollen cunt lips.
"Yes, Mom, I promise," Melissa moaned. "Do it, please," she begged, "Please lick me the way you did before."
"That's what I wanted to hear," sighed her mother, her sigh echoed by the young girl as her mother's lips closed at last over her drenched pussy and her tongue buried itself deeply into the hot slit.
Melissa felt a warm wave of pure pleasure sweep the length of her body. She had thought her earlier orgasm had left her satiated, but it was obvious that her newly awakened sexuality was hungry for more. She felt her back arch automatically in response as her mother's expert tongue and lips found her clit and began suckling greedily.
"Ohhhhh, holy shit, Mom, that feels so – unngggh! So unbelievably good," the girl moaned above the wet, slathering sounds her mother's wanton cunt licking was producing. She tugged urgently at Margaret's head, eagerly trying to push more of her inflamed young pussy into the woman's open mouth.
For a few minutes, the only sounds in the darkened room were the obscene lapping and suckling noises from between the twelve-year-old's widely parted thighs where Margaret's lips and tongue continued their incestuous assault, punctuated by Melissa's gasps, moans, and increasingly short, heavy breathing. As the young girl began to squirm and writhe with lascivious delight, her mother began softly whispering encouragement each time she raised her head for another gulp of air.
"That's right, baby, feel it!" the older woman hissed throatily before lowering her head into her daughter's crotch once more. "Come on! Let it go and come in my mouth!"
Melissa could only groan with ecstasy as her mother renewed her depraved tonguing of her clit and cunt hole. The young girl felt like every inch of her pubescent twat was a mass of excited, tingling nerves, responding to her mother's expert cunnilingus with little jolts of erotic electricity that were rapidly building in frequency and intensity. She tried desperately to stave off the climax that she could feel was starting to gather deep within her guts and knew that if her mother continued buzzing her clit like that, she was going to start coming in seconds. She didn't want to come so soon now; she wanted her mother to join her, and to taste her mother's soft, velvety smooth pussy in her mouth as well.
Barely in time, Melissa somewhat rudely pulled her mother's head up and away from her crotch, gasping, "No, please! Not yet. I-I want you, too. I mean, I want to lick you, too, at the same time like we did before!"
A hoarse, throaty chuckle of delight bubbled up in Margaret and burst out. She was overjoyed that her hot, sexy young daughter so clearly lusted after her as well, and she slid her body up along the length of her girl's soft form to place her face inches from her daughter's.
"So you liked that, did you? I'm glad," the older woman whispered. "I'd love to let you lick me again. And again. And again."
Melissa laughed at her mother's wanton declaration, then gasped in surprise and erotic pleasure as she felt her slick, drenched cunt hole penetrated by the older woman's fingers. She could smell herself, her own pungent cunt juices coating her mother's face, and experimentally licked the older woman's chin and lips. Her mother parted her own lips and immediately, mother and daughter plunged their tongues into each other's mouth in a perverted kiss, sharing the intimate taste of Melissa's pussy.
"No – no, wait! Wait just a moment," Melissa pleaded suddenly, yanking her head back as her mother teasingly tweaked her hard, aroused clit with her thumb, fingers still buried deeply inside the seventh-grader's vagina. "Stop! Stop, Mom! I-I'm so close to coming already, I – wait! Oh, God damn, you! Oh, fuck! Oh, holy fuck! Too late! Huuuunngghhhhh! Aaaaagghhhhh! I'm coming, Mom! I'm coming right now! Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeee!"
Melissa threw her head back and shrieked uncontrollably as the orgasmic fit convulsed her plump, tender body. She writhed spasmodically, pinned beneath her mother's weight as the older woman relentlessly plunged her fingers in and out of her daughter's rhythmically constricting cunt hole, her thumb snapping back and forth across the girl's swollen clitoris as fast as she could. Melissa could only flail her arms and legs weakly, helpless against the onslaught of hot, obscene bliss that pounded into and through her.
By the time her mother relented and relaxed the motion of her fingers, allowing Melissa's climax to finally begin to abate, her head lolled and perspiration made her rounded body slick. Her large breasts heaved as the girl drew in huge lungfulls of fresh air. Her mother rolled to the side to let her daughter catch her breath, her fingers sliding out of the girl's still clenching cunt hole with an audible, slimy sound.
Between continued gasps, Melissa complained, "Why did you make me come like that? I wanted us to come together! I wanted to lick you, too!"
"And we will, we will," soothed Margaret, "But I could tell you were already so hot that you wouldn't have had time to do it right. This way..." she left the obvious conclusion unstated.
"Ohhhh, I see," Melissa snorted, annoyance at her mother's presumption giving her renewed energy. She suddenly rolled over and got up on all fours to loom menacingly over her parent. "So you think it's going to take me a long time to come again, do you? Well, we'll just fucking see who comes first!"
Without warning, the twelve-year-old whirled her body around, straddled her mother's startled face, and savagely lowered her still-tingling pussy onto the older woman's mouth. With a triumphant giggle, she then roughly pulled her mother's legs apart and thrust her face into the bald crotch, her lips eagerly seeking the large clit she knew was concealed there. The moment she found it, she began to suck it greedily, pulling the huge, engorged organ between her lips and lashing it with her tongue.
Margaret groaned with delight at her daughter's incestuous enthusiasm as well as the deliciously obscene sensations that were already starting to shoot through her and settled her body underneath Melissa's, opening her mouth widely to encompass as much of the girl's cunt as possible. She wrapped her arms tightly around Melissa's plump waist above her head then thrust her tongue straight up into her daughter's gaping vagina, plunging as deeply as she could into the warm, dank cavity. She was rewarded with an audible gasp from Melissa, the sound somewhat muffled by her own cunt in the girl's mouth. Shortly, it was Margaret's turn to gasp as her daughter wormed a pair of fingers into her cunt and ass holes and applied herself to sucking the older woman's huge clit with increased vigor.
The two females grunted and thrust their cunts into each other's willing mouths for several minutes, their bodies writhing and twisting against the other. Margaret could feel her control starting to slip; Melissa's finger buried in her ass triggered an unexpectedly intense reaction and she could feel the first stirring of a climax starting to build within her. She wished she could reciprocate and wondered if her daughter might share her love of anal sex; Keith certainly did! But unfortunately the position of their bodies prevented her from getting a finger into position to find out.
The memory of her son and the way they'd pleased each other last night and this morning, especially the way he'd instinctively known how much she loved her anus being penetrated during sex, dissolved the last shred of Margaret's resistance. She could feel her orgasm welling up inside her, a roaring, wild, unstoppable thing, driven onward by her daughter's unrelenting tongue-lashing of her turgid clit and the depraved probing of her asshole
With a hoarse cry, the older woman surrendered to the inevitable and let the climax take her, desperately planting her lips around her daughter's clit and licking it as fast as she could whenever the shuddering convulsions paused long enough to permit her to think. She felt like she was being carried along in a warm but raging torrent, buffeting her body and carrying her wherever it would. She clung to her daughter's body as wave after wave of blinding sensation shot through her. She wondered disconnectedly where the odd, grunting noises were coming from, only to finally realize that she was the one making the sounds.
Melissa had been determined to make her mother come just as hard as she could in revenge for the woman's refusal to let her delay her own orgasm, but even she was surprised by how quickly the telltale throbbing of her mother's clit between her lips revealed that she was climaxing. The seventh-grade girl tried to analyze what could be the cause of her mother's unbelievable responsiveness. Sure, her mother had clearly been horny the moment she walked into the bedroom, but that didn't seem to – she stopped her train of thought as she became aware of how tightly her mothers' anal sphincter was clenched around her intruding finger. Of course, she realized with an evil grin – her mother must like the feel of something up her ass just as much as she and her brother did. Once she thought about it, it was obvious – why else would both Keith and she get so turned on by the sensation?
With the new insight, she viciously drove her finger as far as she could up inside her mother's bowels, burying it to the knuckle. She ignored the pasty contact with what she concluded was certainly a large turd lodged deep inside and began to worm a second finger inside her mother's asshole, stretching the rhythmically convulsing sphincter tightly. The frantic gasp from her mother's raw throat and the rapid increase in the speed and intensity of the woman's orgasmic convulsions confirmed the young girl's suspicions about her parent's kinky predilections. She savagely rammed the second finger all the way inside her mother's rectum.
Melissa raised her head up to taunt, "Yeah, Mom! Yeah! Oh, yeah, that's right. You like it in your ass, huh? Don't you, Mom? I bet you love getting fucked in your ass, huh?" She lowered her lips to her mother's clit once more without waiting for an answer.
She would not have received one anyway. Her mother could only moan and grunt incoherently; she was lost in the depth of a gut-wrenching orgasm and could barely make out the words her daughter was shouting. But Margaret definitely felt the increased sensation in her ass and it brought with it a white-hot, almost painfully searing ecstasy that forced all conscious thought from her mind. She could do nothing while the spasms raged and shook her now limp body.
Melissa took lascivious delight in being able to produce such a sustained, intense climax in her mother. However, for a moment, she feared that she had been too good; her mother was not even pretending to keep licking Melissa's cunt anymore. But then the younger girl found that she could grind her crotch into her mother's face with impunity – the older woman was that far out of it. Margaret's face was slick with saliva and Melissa's cunt juice and the twelve-year-old happily rubbed her cunt back and forth over the slippery, wet surface of her mother's face, finding a good rhythm that she knew would get herself off quickly.
Within seconds, Melissa felt a final climax building deep inside her pubescent cunt and she redoubled the wanton pelvic undulations into her mother's face. She was vaguely aware of her mother's faint moans and gasps for breath being suddenly drowned by a mouthful of twelve-year-old pussy each time she thrust her crotch over the woman's mouth, but the girl was beyond caring.
Without warning, her mother seemed to recover her strength and seized the girl tightly about the waist, planting her lips firmly over Melissa's already throbbing clitoris and sucking hard. With a loud shriek escaping from her startled lips, Melissa's orgasm erupted within her and then it was her turn to shudder and writhe once more. She did her best to keep her mother's huge clit between her lips despite the tidal wave of perverted ecstasy that was crashing over her. For several long moments, both mother and daughter clung to each other, their lips lewdly continuing to prolong each other's climaxes as they sucked each other's pulsing clits.
All at once, Melissa felt her mother's body go completely limp beneath her. At the same time, she felt her mouth fill with pungent, stinging liquid. Her mother's bladder had once again emptied itself at the height of her orgasm.
The twelve-year-old was only momentarily nonplussed by the mouthful of hot urine. She recovered quickly enough to begin lapping up the acrid piss, the taste strangely heightening the erotic intensity of her climax. By the time her orgasmic spasms began to fade, she figured that less than half of her mother's piss had escaped into her bedding below. With a wry grin, she finally allowed herself to collapse, her cheek resting limply on her mother's crotch. She noticed absently that a bit of prickly stubble was starting to emerge from the shaven skin. As an afterthought, she shifted her legs to ensure that her mother would be able to breathe easily as well.
After five or so minutes, Melissa had recovered enough strength to roll off her mother's soft, full body, pulling her fingers free from their lodgings in the older woman's asshole. The minute the fingers were free, she caught a strong whiff of the foul mixture coating them and, wrinkling her nose, struggled to her feet to get to the bathroom and wash. Holding the stinking fingers well away from her body, she tried to struggle into the robe hanging from the bedroom door but abandoned the effort when it dropped to the floor.
Hoping that Keith wouldn't pick that moment to try to get to the bathroom as well, she daringly stepped out into the hallway stark naked. Had her fingers not been covered with her mother's shit, she might not even have minded running into her brother in the nude; as it was, she hoped he was still sleeping soundly.
But as entered the darkened hallway, her heart leapt into her throat as she heard Keith's door softly click closed. For one panicked moment, Melissa thought her brother might still be standing in the hall. But as she studied the gloom in front of her, she finally concluded that he must have just gone back into his bedroom. That thought caused her cheeks to burn, though. Had Keith just been going to the bathroom – or had he been standing outside her door listening to her and their mother grunting and squealing like pigs?
She stood there, frozen, her blatant nudity in the hallway momentarily forgotten, until she finally realized that there was nothing she could do one way or the other and she still needed to wash her hands. She padded down the hall to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her before beginning to scrub her reeking fingers.
Once Melissa's hands were once again clean, she cautiously poked her head out into the dim hallway. Seeing and hearing nothing, she tiptoed quickly back to her room, suppressing a giggle at her own outrageousness. As she entered the darkened bedroom, she heard her mother stir from the bed.
"Ohhh," the older woman groaned, "Melissa? Is that you?"
"Yes, Mom," the girl whispered, "I just went to the bathroom."
"God, what happened?" Margaret croaked as Melissa groped her way onto the bed beside her. She struggled into a sitting position and felt the wet bedspread beneath her. "Shit!" she cursed softly, "Did I piss all over everything and pass out again when I came?"
"Yeah," Melissa confirmed gently, "But it's okay. I like it when you do that."
"You do?" Her mother reached for her in the dark and pulled her close. Melissa snuggled up under her mother's arm, liking the way their naked bodies fit together.
"Yeah, I do," the plump twelve-year-old admitted. "I don't know why, but it really turns me on when you pee. I even kinda' like the taste."
"Holy shit, I've created a monster," snorted her mother, "But I've got no one to blame for that but myself. Lord knows you inherited that particular kinkiness from me." Margaret felt vague stirrings of lust within her at the turn of conversation, but she was so tired and satiated that they remained nothing more than distant rumblings.
"I think it's cool when I can make you come so hard you pass out, too," Melissa continued. "It's like I know I've done a good job then. I did the same thing to Stephanie this morning," she added quietly.
"Did you now?" her mother asked with interest.
"Uh-huh," the girl confirmed, a note of cockiness creeping into her voice. "I noticed your pussy's getting a bit stubbly, too. Are you going to keep shaving it?"
"Probably. Do you like it shaved?"
"Yeah, I think I do. I mean, either way is fine, whatever's more comfortable for you. But it seems like maybe having it shaved turns you on a little, so I think you should keep doing it for you." Her mother gave her a contented squeeze.
Melissa stopped suddenly as she remembered something. "Mom, Keith was going back into his room when I went to the bathroom. I think he may have heard us earlier..."
"Oh, shit!" swore the older woman, jerking free of her daughter's embrace and getting quickly to her feet. "Did he say anything to you?"
"No, Mom," Melissa insisted, disturbed by the intensity of her mother's reaction. "Like I said, he was just going into his room. He didn't even see me," and she blushed when she remembered that she'd stepped out into the hallway completely nude, "I mean, I just heard his door shut when I went out. Maybe he was just going to the bathroom. We'd been quiet for a few minutes, `cause I just lay here a while after you, you know..."
Margaret shook her head in the gloom. She knew her daughter was probably putting her reaction down to embarrassment or shame that her son might have heard them and was trying to reassure her. Nothing could be further from the truth, though. She would have welcomed Keith's voyeuristic interest if it would mean that her fantasy of making love to both her children at once could be realized that much sooner. What had her in such a panic was actually the thought that the boy might have been looking for her in her bedroom for their promised tryst and gave up when she wasn't there. The realization of just how much she'd been hoping to be fucked by her son that night caused her to wince with frustration; if he stayed in his room after this, what should she do? Should she go to his room instead? What if she'd misread the situation in the kitchen earlier and he was still too freaked out by the thought of actually fucking his mother to go through with it? Would she be pushing him too soon into something he wasn't ready for if she went to him?
"I have to get out of here," was all she could mutter at last by way of explanation, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"It's okay, Mom, really," assured her daughter, beginning to worry herself about Keith's reaction if he'd actually realized that his mother and sister were having sex. "Go on. I'm definitely ready to get some sleep now." And she was, she realized as a huge yawn welled up in her chest.
Margaret breathed a sigh of relief at her daughter's understanding, however misplaced, and bent to softly kiss her cheek before fumbling around on the floor for her gown, pausing only long enough to slip it over her head before stepping out of the room. But she blew a kiss back into Melissa's room just before quietly closing the bedroom door.
Melissa pulled the covers down and wriggled down inside, giggling to herself at the large wet spot left by her mother's orgasmic pissing. If Mom enjoys it as much as I do, I guess I'd better get used to sleeping in wet beds, she thought to herself with a wry smile. She didn't have long to dwell on the amazing events of the day, though, because her head had barely nestled into the pillow before she was fast asleep.
Margaret paused in the hallway, undecided, until curiosity won and she tiptoed down to her son's bedroom door. She pressed her ear against the door and was relieved to be able to make out the sounds of soft snoring within. Good, she thought, maybe he really had just gotten up to go to the bathroom earlier; maybe he hadn't looked for her yet at all. Some of the tension eased from her forehead as she turned and made her way back down the corridor to her own bedroom.
Once inside, a pungent odor reminded her that she still had not changed the bedding from her wild, incestuous romp with Melissa earlier. For the next several minutes she busied herself with changing the linen, adding a clean mattress pad as well. She gathered up all the soiled bedding in her arms and trudged downstairs with it, unwilling to risk putting off her son by the aroma should he want to sneak into her room later. By the time she had climbed back up the stairs, she was perspiring gently.
A hot shower would be just the thing, she decided. Besides, she thought, remembering her daughter's comment about her pussy stubble, she should be all clean and smooth for Keith. It was well after 2:00 a.m. by the time Margaret was finally clean and dry, her cunt shaved and glistening with baby oil, and she slid her lightly perfumed body between the clean sheets to await her son's arrival, hoping that it would be soon, but hoping most of all that he would have the desire and courage to come at all.
She intended to remain awake until Keith finally came to her, but the events of the afternoon and evening were eventually too much for her weary body and she could hold her eyes open no longer. She drifted into a peaceful slumber filled with highly improbable but intensely erotic dreams involving not only her own children but John Muller and his children as well.