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Meanwhile, Keith found himself suddenly wide-awake. He'd been exhausted earlier from his athletic exertions on the track as well has his astounding sexual encounters with his mother and sister. In addition, he hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep the night before.
Now, however, he found himself tossing, unable to get back to sleep. He looked over at his bedside clock and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. He'd been awakened by something around midnight; it almost sounded like his sister screaming. But when he lay there listening, he heard no sounds that might provide a clue as to what had awakened him. Finally, he'd gotten up and stepped out into the hallway despite being completely nude. He'd foregone even his usual sleeping shorts when he went to be in the faint hope that his mother – or even his sister – might want to sneak into his room that night. After all, hadn't his mother just about come right out and said that she hoped they might get together again that night? She'd made a point of insisting that he go to bed early, and he'd been only too happy to comply.
Standing in the hallway, the darkness dispelled only faintly by the soft orange glow from the bathroom nightlight, he felt very naughty and very sexy and part of him was almost eager for either of his female relatives to catch him in that state. Though he continued to strain his ears for any sounds, he felt his cock beginning to swell rapidly at the memories of those unexpected incestuous episodes – the way his sister's lush, smooth body had looked as he squirted his come all over her, the way his cock felt as his mother swallowed it deep into her throat while her finger ravished his very willing asshole – and he began to unconsciously stroke his now rigid prick as he stood there.
At that moment, he heard the bed creak followed by soft footsteps from his sister's room. Despite his earlier intention to daringly expose himself to her, at the last minute his nerve failed him and he darted back into his room, barely managing to get the door close as he heard Melissa's open. He retreated to the bed, his heart pounding with excitement, wishing with all his heart that his prematurely developing sister would sneak into his room and join him.
To his keen disappointment, he heard the water running in the bathroom for a long time, then his sister's door opening and closing once more. The fourteen-year-old boy was nearly beside himself with desperate lust by now – he found himself fantasizing about fucking first his mother, then his sister, plunging his hard young cock into their wet, soft cunt holes as they squealed with eager delight. Melissa had come right out and said she wanted him to fuck her for real, and his mother had sure made it seem like – well, Keith still didn't know what to think about their little scene on the kitchen table. He knew that his stiff cock had been right there, pushing into the opening of his mother's cunt, and she hadn't objected at all; she'd just looked at him with this funny, intense expression like she was daring him to go ahead and really fuck her. If Melissa hadn't interrupted them, he might have already lost his virginity.
And then his mother actually told him she expected him to finish what he'd started. He didn't know if he dared to hope that she meant what he thought she did, but since he'd been right on the point of actually fucking her and then she told him to finish it later, what else could it mean? His hand increased its rhythm around his achingly rigid prick, and he flung the bedding off of him, suddenly hot and sweating. He groaned out loud with agonizing lust and his left hand began to steal down between his legs towards his asshole and he could feel his balls pulling tightly up against the base of his already throbbing cock.
At the last minute, just as he began to feel the first twinges of an impending orgasm, he stopped himself, panting. Despite his desperate need for sexual release, some small portion of his brain succeeding in reminding him that he'd already come several times that day and if he did it again, he might spoil a chance to actually fuck a real pussy that night. He removed his hands from his body and laid there, his heart pounding with excitement and frustration, trying to decide what to do and then to get up the nerve to do it.
He thought first about trying to sneak into Melissa's room, since it seemed like she was awake. But then, she hadn't tried to come into his room when she was up, had she? Maybe she didn't want him as much as it seemed that afternoon. Or maybe she thought it was too risky with their mother in the house – after all, she'd never done anything with him unless their mother was gone.
His mother, on the other hand, didn't seem to have as many scruples since she'd willingly sucked his cock in the kitchen even while his sister was upstairs. Maybe he should try to sneak into his mother's room after all, but if he did that, what about his sister? She had no idea that he and their mother had been fooling around, and he wasn't sure how she would take it if she did. Would she be totally freaked out and call him a pervert? God, Melissa might even be jealous! This was more complicated than he thought. On the other hand, what if she thought it was cool? He might even get to fuck both of them together, a thought that made his poor cock, which had begun to deflate a bit, swell back to full erection.
He lay there in the darkness, racked by doubts and indecision. His prick remained distressingly erect, a constant reminder of how incredibly horny he was, but he didn't dare touch it again for fear that he wouldn't be able to resist making himself come right then and there. And what if he was wrong? What if both his mother and sister were only teasing him in the first place, or had second thoughts? What if his mother really hadn't wanted him to fuck her after all and her look had really been a warning not to go too far?
After nearly a half hour of wrestling with his worries, he found himself growing cold and pulled the blankets back over himself. Without even realizing it, he was asleep once more.
So when he awoke at 2:30, his first thought was one of embarrassment. Some sexual adventurer he was turning out to be – he couldn't even stay awake, let alone get up the guts to try to do something about his lust. The next thing he realized, though, was that his cock was still every bit as hard as when he'd fallen asleep. He didn't remember any dreams, erotic or otherwise, but he could feel sexual desire pumping through him like a flow of hot molten lava. He listened for a while, but didn't hear any sounds at all from within the house. His earlier doubts still plagued him though, and he rolled back and forth for several minutes, trying to either steel his nerve to get up and seek out his mother or to just forget the whole thing and go back to sleep.
Finally he resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to sleep; his impossibly hard cock and the simmering erotic excitement that accompanied it made sleep impossible. Swallowing hard, the fourteen-year-old boy pushed himself out of bed at last and made his way in the darkness to his door. At the door, he paused. He was still completely naked. His earlier daring failed him as he imagined what Melissa might think if she just happened to get up and see him walking into their mother's room without a stitch on. With a sigh, he went over to his closet and groped around until his fingers closed on his terrycloth bathrobe. Pulling the robe around his slim body, he noticed that his cock refused to stay covered, defiantly poking out between the edges of the robe no matter what he did.
He very nearly became discouraged enough to abandon his quest and go back to bed, but the memory of his mother's full, luscious body and the feel of his rigid cock pressed against her bald, smooth pussy finally overcame his fears. Holding the edge of his robe over his embarrassingly eager prick in an attempt to conceal it, he opened his door and stepped out into the hallway.
Keith tiptoed down the hall, conscious of every creak of the floorboards from his weight, and paused to listen at his sister's door. He didn't hear any obvious sounds of sleep, but he wasn't sure if girls really snored; his mother might just have been speaking figuratively when she described Melissa as snoring earlier that afternoon. Since he didn't hear any sounds that would indicate she was obviously awake either, he finally screwed up his courage and continued the rest of the way down the hall, past the glowing doorway of the bathroom until he reached his mother's bedroom.
He considered knocking, but decided against it. It would only call Melissa's attention to the fact that he was there if she was actually awake, and if his mother were going to object to his presence in her bedroom, he preferred she tell him that in private. So with a deep breath he softly turned the knob on his mother's bedroom door and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him.
Once inside, he could faintly make out his mother's bed in the gloom and the indistinct shape of her body under the bedclothes. He stepped to the side of the bed and stood watching the woman for a moment. She was sound asleep; Keith could hear the soft, faint wheeze of her breathing. He was momentarily tempted to turn tail and sneak back to his room; it was one thing if his mother would have been awake and clearly waiting for him, quite another to risk waking her up. But as he stood there, he could smell the soft, lush scent of her perfume and his doubts began to recede. She was lying on her side, her body turned away from him, and he could see the bulge of her broad butt clearly visible under the blanket. He remembered the feel of her soft, smooth ass as his cock had slid up and down the crack while he massaged her, and his erection sprang up even further.
What finally decided him, though, was the sight of the bottle of baby oil on her nightstand. He could barely see it in the faint light that leaked in through the drawn curtains, but he had no doubt about what it was. He knew, as sure as he knew that his mother was asleep, that she had left that bottle there on purpose, in the expectation that he would come to her in the night. He exhaled in relief, not even realizing that he'd been holding his breath since entering his mother's room. She wanted him there; she wanted him just like she'd wanted him the night before! The teenaged boy almost laughed out loud.
Without further thought, he dropped his robe away from him to the floor and stood poised over his mother's sleeping body, his erection feeling huge and heavy between his legs. He was going to find out right now whether or not she'd been teasing, and he pulled up the covers enough for him to slide in behind her. To his wonder and delight, she was nude as well and he snuggled up as tightly as he could, his cock nestling almost as if guided there into the crevice of his mother's butt.
His mother stirred as soon as he touched her, and Keith's heart leapt in his throat. If he'd misjudged his mother's desires, now would be when he would find out about it. But to his gratified relief, she simply reached behind her and pulled his arm over her so he could embrace her fully.
"Keith," she murmured.
"Yeah, Mom," the boy answered, "I'm here."
His mother squirmed her ass cheeks into his impudently probing cock in an unmistakable invitation and guided his hand to her breast, closing her fingers over his own and squeezing her nipple between them at the same time. "Mmmm," she sighed contentedly, "I thought you'd never come."
"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to or not," Keith admitted. "I guess it's okay?"
Margaret gave a low, throaty chuckle and turned her body to face her son. "It's definitely okay," she assured him, and she stroked the side of his face. "Don't you know yet how much I need you?" She provided emphasis to her words by worming her other hand up between their bodies and grasping his rock-hard prick. "Oho," she laughed, "Maybe you need me, too."
"I do, Mom, I do!" he gasped as unbelievably erotic tingles shot through his body the moment his mother's fingers closed around his cock. He automatically began thrusting his pelvis at her, coaxing her to stroke the length of his erection.
Without warning, his mother's lips sought his and instantly their tongues were lewdly probing the warm, moist recesses of each other's mouths, their naked bodies grinding urgently against one another. Keith could feel his mother's hot breath on his cheek as she panted desperately through her nose, and his hands roamed freely over her entire body, caressing her large, plump ass and moving up to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Margaret could only gasp as their lips finally parted. Her body had responded to her son's touch with amazing swiftness; one minute she'd been sound asleep and the next she was grunting and panting like a mad thing with each caress of his hands. She desperately pulled her son's hand between her legs.
"Touch me, Keith," she begged hoarsely, "Touch my pussy. I shaved it again for you."
Her son needed no further encouragement and avidly began poking and probing the soft, slippery folds of her hairless cunt, loving how smooth and wet she was. Margaret moaned and gasped, clutching at him passionately as he began to rhythmically plunge first one, then two, then three fingers deep into her trembling vagina.
"Oh, shit!" the older woman cried, "Oh my God, my darling! Thank you for coming to – aaaggghh! – To bed at last! Hunngggghhhh! Oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good!"
She rocked her hips back and forth in time with the thrusts of his hand into her pussy. She drew her son's head down to her nipples and he enthusiastically suckled first one then the other. He nipped the right nipple playfully and, when his mother gasped with obscene delight, bit down harder. Without warning, Margaret's first orgasm blasted through her, and she shuddered and quivered as the delicious waves of pleasure swept her body.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," she moaned, "You're making your mommy come, you know that? Unnngghhh! Oh, fucking yes! Aaaagghhh! Fuck! Fuck, yes!" She clutched Keith's head tightly as he continued to gnaw on her large, very erect nipples, prolonging her climax and making electric sparks of ecstasy shoot out of her tender breasts.
Finally, she pushed her son's head away from her chest so she could catch her breath, but held his chin in her hands, looking at him. He had slowed the thrusting of his hand into her drenched cunt hole but kept his fingers determinedly in place. Even in the dim light, she could see that he had such a smug look on his face that Margaret had to laugh.
"You think you're hot shit, don't you," she teased. He shrugged but said nothing, his eyes gleaming in the darkness as his fingers busied themselves between her legs. "Well, you should, `cause you are," she said with a loving chuckle then gasped as Keith tweaked her clit.
"Okay, mister, that's it," Margaret said firmly, "Let's see if you still remember how to lick a lady's cunt!" She pushed his still-grinning face firmly down between her legs, then groaned in ecstasy as the fourteen-year-old's lips and tongue found her clit. She pulled his head roughly into her cunt, her back arching involuntarily as her son's questing lips sucked her clit and his fingers plunged deeply into her oozing vagina.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" she sighed, "You do remember how to please me, don't you?" Margaret felt her entire body tingling as the echoes of her last orgasm blended into the new stimulation from between her widely parted thighs. She felt sweat beading up on her son's head, and flung the blankets off the bed to let their heaving, perspiring bodies cool in the air. For several moments, the only sounds were the wet, noisy snuffling from Keith as he lapped his mother's clit and slid fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt hole, punctuated by Margaret's moans and gasps as her body writhed in pleasure.
Before long, Margaret was grunting and flailing, alternately cursing and encouraging her son as the first stirrings of another orgasm welled up in her pussy. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, yes, Keith! Hunnngggh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Oh, God! Just like that! Yes, son, yes, make your mommy come again! Oh, God damn you! Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, God! You're doing it! You're doing it!!" she moaned as Keith increased the tempo of his incestuous licking, bringing her closer and closer to what promised to be a gut-wrenching orgasm.
Keith's tongue and jaw were starting to ache from the exertion, but he doggedly persisted, lashing his mother's huge erect clit with his tongue. His fingers were completely drenched with her cunt juices and slipped easily inside her, buried so deep that he could feel the hard nub of her cervix with each thrust. The wetness of his fingers gave him a sudden inspiration. Remembering how much his mother seemed to like her asshole being penetrated, he quickly shifted his fingers down deeper into her crack and pushed all three of the lubricated fingers into the woman's anus, which relaxed instantly to welcome the intrusion. He roughly crammed the fingers deeply into her rectum and redoubled the speed with which his tongue was flicking his mother's swollen clitoris.
Margaret began yowling like a wounded cat, her voice rising to an incoherent crescendo as a full-fledged climax hammered her. Keith held on grimly as his mother's body twitched and writhed, keeping his fingers buried deep in her anal cavity and sucking hard on her pulsating clit, pressing his lips hard against her constantly shifting pelvic bone.
Wave after wave of white-hot erotic sensation slammed through Margaret's helplessly flailing body. Her asshole felt like it was stretched so tightly that it was on fire, but the sensation was not painful, only obscenely intense. She gasped and shook, struggling to keep breathing – she was determined not to pass out this time, for she didn't want to miss the chance to finally get her son's hard prick well buried inside her cunt. The thought of being fucked by Keith served only to intensify her climax, and she felt her consciousness starting to slip.
Despite the convulsions that wracked her voluptuous body, she frantically pulled her young son's head up and away from her throbbing clit, finally succeeding just as stars were starting to cloud her vision. She could do no more than press his head away, holding it there as her orgasm gradually subsided, great, shuddering breaths rattling through her raw throat.
"No – no more," she managed to croak out at last. "J-just give me a minute, okay?"
Keith felt a glow of pride in his ability to once again induce such intense orgasms in his mother, and he complied by gradually withdrawing his fingers from her asshole, lingering to catch the last few pulsing orgasmic constrictions. He raised his head up and gazed up his mother's body in the dim light, watching her large, soft breasts heave up and down as her gasping gradually subsided.
"You're beautiful," the boy said simply at last, and meant it.
Margaret felt her heart leap up with a joy so profound that it was almost painful at her son's words. She reached down and cupped his chin with her hand, gazing at his face though she could only see shadows where his eyes were. Finally she laughed, a deep, throaty, hearty laugh.
"And so are you, my beautiful son, and I love you more than anything," she whispered.
"I love you, too, Mom," Keith whispered back.
Margaret reached out with both arms then and pulled him up her body, parting her smooth, plump thighs until his still very erect cock was nestled up against her bald and sopping pussy. She pulled his face close to hers, savoring her own delicate aroma from the cunt juices that coated his lips, chin, and cheeks. Without any prompting, he bent his neck and kissed her, tenderly at first, then with increasing urgency, his tongue thrusting teasingly then deeply into her welcoming mouth while his hips began to undulate rhythmically between her legs, pressing his rigid cock into her cunt lips and sliding it up and down the drenched slit with excruciating slowness.
Margaret knew that the time had come. She broke off their incestuous French kiss and whispered in a low voice at her son's ear, "Do you want to fuck me?"
"What?!!" cried Keith in a voice that seemed to boom.
"You heard me," his mother replied evenly. "Do you?"
There was only the slightest hesitation while Keith tried to weigh whether or not his mother was merely toying with him before blurting, "Yes! Hell, yes!" He pushed his stiff prick eagerly against her cunt for emphasis.
Margaret smiled and caressed his cheek, but paused one more time. "Are you sure?" she queried, "Are you very sure you want to? Do you want it as much as I do?"
"You do?" Keith asked with astounded delight.
"Oh, yes, very much!" she answered with feeling. "So if you feel the same way, let me hear you say it. Tell me you want to fuck me; tell me how much!"
"Oh, God, Mom, I want to fuck you!" the fourteen-year-old said, his voice suddenly gone hoarse. "I've been thinking about it, well, just about all the time since last night. I just didn't know if you wanted to, you know, for real."
His mother gave a rueful giggle, "Shit! And here I thought I'd been so obvious!" She took a deep breath to try to calm the sudden pounding in her chest. "No more talk."
She pulled her legs up towards her chest and spread her thighs as widely apart as they would go, opening her vulva completely to her son's questing hard-on, which she reached down and guided into her intimate opening. Wrapping her legs around the teenaged boy's firm, slim buttocks, she pulled him determinedly into her.
Keith sighed, a deep, wondering sigh of pleasure as he felt his cock penetrate her soft, slippery, warm tunnel and bury itself completely inside his mother's cunt. For a long moment he lingered there, not moving, relishing the feeling and the realization that he was really doing it – he was really fucking a woman.
"Like the way that feels, do you?" his mother cooed.
Keith nodded mutely in the darkness, momentarily at a loss for words.
"So do I, my love, so do I," she murmured. She began to squeeze him with her legs, a slow rhythm to encourage him to begin thrusting in and out. "Now fuck me, Keith!" she hissed. "Fuck me, my beautiful man! I've been needing this for so long..."
The young boy needed no more urging and began to smoothly slide his prick in and out, propping himself up on extended arms so he could gaze down at his mother's obscenely spread body below him.
"That's right," Margaret encouraged, "Just like that. Give me all of your great big cock!" She put her arms around his perspiring neck and clung there as he rammed his achingly stiff prick into her dank, slippery hole.
Keith was beside himself with joyful lust. He gradually increased the tempo of his thrusting, plunging rhythmically into his mother's body. To his dismay, he could feel his balls start to tighten within minutes, and realized that he was moments from coming already.
He tried to slow down, but his mother was having none of it. "It's okay," she soothed, realizing instinctively that he was worried about coming too soon. She pulled his hips into her with her legs in an even faster pace. "Don't worry about a thing – go ahead and come. I want you to come in me! I've been needing you to, so don't you dare hold back!"
Her son grinned with relief and resumed his eager thrusting for all he was worth.
"Besides," whispered his mother with a naughty tone, "The sooner you come, the sooner you can lick all your come out of my pussy."
At her lewd suggestion, Keith groaned and surrendered any last attempt at control. He could feel the hot jism rising up inside him, and began pounding away into the older woman's willing cunt hole.
"Oh, God! Holy fuck, Mom! Here it comes!" he grunted as his body began to shudder, all sensation spiraling down to his straining cock. "Goh!" he exploded as the first jet of come shot from his prick buried deeply in his mother's vagina.
"That's right," soothed his mother, "That's right, give it to me! Fill me up with all your sweet come!" She pulled him into her determinedly and held him there with the full length of his squirting prick plunged as far into her as it would go, loving the way his ass tensed and shook beneath her heels as his climax raged.
Keith exhaled in a series of short, barking, grunts as each successive ejaculation seized him and wrung more and more thick, warm jism from his balls. "Hunnggghhh! Oh, fuck, Mom! Aaaagghh! Mommy! Oh, God, Mommy! Haaaagghhh!"
It seemed like he'd already shot a gallon of semen into her and still the pulsing waves refused to release him. This was unlike any orgasm he'd ever experienced – even more intense than the way it had felt earlier when he emptied himself deep into her throat. He felt like he was floating on a soft, warm, loving cloud, connected to his mother's body in a way he'd never imagined possible. At last he collapsed against her big breasts and she cradled his damp, flushed head there while the last few orgasmic convulsions hammered his fourteen-year-old body.
When his climax finally subsided, they lay in each other's arms, motionless, his slowly diminishing cock still inside her come-filled pussy. She caressed his head softly as his breathing gradually returned to normal and the perspiration dried and cooled his overheated flesh. Neither spoke for many minutes.
Finally, Keith raised his eyes to regard his mother.
"Well?" she asked softly, "What did you think?"
Her son shook his head slowly in amazement. "Incredible," he murmured at last, "I – I can't even..." he trailed off, unable to find words that could adequately describe what he felt, what it meant to him.
Instead, he carefully raised himself up a bit, anxious not to slide out of her warm cunt any sooner than he had to, and kissed his mother's lips softly, tenderly. "Thank you," was all he could whisper.
Margaret returned his kiss just as tenderly before replying, "Thank you. I can honestly say that that was the best I've ever been fucked in my life." She grimaced inwardly as she realized it was perfectly true, and she wondered for a moment if the only way she could find a good lover was to grow her own. Then, for some reason, John Muller's intense gray eyes flashed in her memory. She shook her head to rid her mind of the incongruous and decidedly inappropriate - under the circumstances - thought.
To break the serious mood, she playfully squeezed his soft but still heavy prick with her cunt muscles, which caused her son to gasp at the unexpected sensation.
"I didn't – how do you do that?" he wondered, and his innocent curiosity caused his mother to laugh out loud.
"Do you like it?" she teased, squeezing him from inside her body once more.
"I love it," he answered softly with genuine candor, "I love everything you do. I love everything about you."
"Oh," she said, her brow suddenly furrowed with feeling as a lump grew in her throat. "You say the sweetest things, my studly lover."
She could see his beaming smile at her description even in the darkness. She clenched her pussy around his cock again, but this time the constriction forced the limp organ out of her with a faintly audible plop.
"Oh!" they both said at once, then laughed, and Margaret cooed, "Bye-bye, big guy. See you again real soon."
"So it wasn't too awful? You want to do this again some time?" prompted Keith, only half teasing.
His mother eased him off her body and helped him to lie down beside her on the bed before answering. "No, silly man," and he grinned to hear himself called a man, "It was most definitely not even the littlest bit awful. It was wonderful and I can't wait until you fuck me again. And again; and again..."
"That's good," the boy sighed, and he snuggled up against her, nuzzling her breast with his lips until he located her thick, firm nipple which he teasingly took between his teeth.
"Oho!" she chuckled, "So you've recovered some of your strength and want to play, huh?" She pushed him tenderly but firmly away from her breast and onto his back. "Well, you just lie there and get ready then, `cause I've got a special treat for you – your come mixed with mine!"
She heard his breathing quicken with eagerness and blessed her luck at what a wonderful lover her son was turning out to be. She rolled onto her knees and turned herself around so that her hips were next to his face, then slung one leg over him, straddling his open mouth. He raised his head to reach her, but she held him off with a gentle touch.
"Wait," she urged, "Wait just a minute and I'll give you a whole big mouthful at once."
"All right!" Keith breathed, feeling his incestuous lust beginning to smolder again.
His mother held her position over his face for a moment as she clenched and relaxed her cunt, squeezing all the thick, gooey fluid from within her filled vagina. She remained still just a moment longer until she could feel that a huge gob of the sticky stuff was about to drop out of her, then lowered herself onto her son's waiting lips and tongue.
"There you are, my love," she sighed loudly, aware that her thighs would muffle the sound of her voice somewhat for the slim, muscular teenager beneath her. "There's a whole lot of our love mixed together for you to taste."
Her son opened his mouth as widely as he could and felt her pussy lips touch his face. He impatiently thrust his tongue up into her opening and was rewarded with a load of creamy jism that completely filled his mouth. He moaned with excitement and began to lap at her greedily, grunting in pleasure as he did. He was surprised at the taste, so unlike pure semen. Somehow as it mixed with his mother's juices it became sweeter, less pungent. He began to plunge his tongue into her opening, thrusting it into her as far as he could and scooping out drop after drop of their blended essences.
His mother began to moan with obscene delight as tingles of lascivious sensation flowed from her crotch and she fell forward to support herself on outstretched arms, listening to the wet smacking and licking sounds her son was producing as he suckled her oozing cunt.
"Oh, baby, you lick me so good," she groaned. "I hope you're getting every bit of your come out of me – I know how much you love it." She paused to pant for a moment as her child plunged his tongue into her, penetrating her further than she would have thought possible. "Oh, yes, lover, just like that. Huunnngh!" she gasped as her son slid his tongue slowly up the length of her vulva and tickled her clit briefly before returning to her cunt hole once more.
Margaret felt her arousal flaming up once more inside her and began to unconsciously grind her hips, rocking her cunt back and forth over her prone son's face. He readily adjusted to this new rhythm and found that he could alternate between thrusting his tongue into her asshole and cunt, then quickly flick her turgid clitoris as his mother rotated her pelvis to and fro, pressed into his mouth.
"Huhnngghh!" she grunted again, her incestuous desire deepening as her young boy honed his skill at cunt-licking, "Ohhh! God, yes, baby, lick me! Lick me all up – it's all for you, this time. Unghhh! Oh, shit, yes! Next time – aaagghhh! Next time you fill up my pussy with your come, you've got to – oh holy fuck! You've got to share it with your Mommy, okay? Haaaarrgghh! `Cause she loves to taste you, too."
As Keith grunted a muffled assent, his mother caught sight of his cock beneath her. To her amazement, it was swelling again, growing large and stiff even as she watched. With a delighted laugh, she lowered her body to lie atop her son and took his engorged prick in her mouth, pleased to discover that she could recover several drops of his pale, sticky semen that had dribbled from its tip. His body jerked with excitement at the unexpected stimulation of his prick and he moaned aloud.
When Margaret had leaned forward, it brought her clitoris into solid proximity of her son's tongue and he fell to sucking it greedily, fellating it exactly as if it were a tiny prick. She felt electric surges of lust course through her and she began gasping and puffing heavily. She realized that she was very close to coming, and began to suck Keith's cock in earnest. She was astounded at how large and stiff it was so soon after an orgasm, and a new thought began to form in her perspiring head. She sat back up and slid her leg off his face, eliciting protesting noises from the fourteen-year-old.
"Relax, lover," she soothed as she swung her body around and quickly straddled her son's prominent erection, "I've got a better idea."
Without further explanation, she reached back and seized his stiff cock, guiding into her wet and slippery cunt hole as she lowered herself onto his rod.
"Ohhh! Oh, my God, Mom!" her son gasped as he finally grasped what she had done. "I'm inside you again!"
"You sure are, my love, only this time you can relax a little and let your Mommy do some of the work," she giggled, amused at his wide-eyed pleasure.
She began to slide her pussy back and forth, forcing his iron-hard cock in and out of her hole. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency – she'd been almost ready to come when she decided to teach her eager pupil a new position – she rocked her pelvis, grinding her clit into the hard bone above the base of her son's prick.
In less than a minute, she felt the familiar twinges of an impending orgasm.
"Start pushing into me, baby, Mommy's about ready to come!" she groaned in voice made raw from her ragged panting, "Shove your big cock into me as fast as you can...yes, just like that. Oh, God, yes, baby! Faster! Faster! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Come with me! Come with me now! I'm – I'm commmmminnnngg! Haaaaggggggghhhh!"
Keith manfully forced his hips upward and gripped his mother's waist tightly to get better leverage. He had been as surprised as his mother had been with how quickly he'd grown hard again, but the total perversion of the experience of licking his own come from his mother's cunt had turned him on terribly. And when his mother had mounted him and they began fucking for the second time, his lust had exploded into something new and almost fearsome in its intensity.
So he thrust and plunged, dragging his mother's cunt faster and faster over his cock by her hips as she gasped and grunted, moaned and panted above him, her pendulous breasts bouncing and jiggling with each new penetration by his straining prick. To his amazement, he felt the stirrings of another climax and soon his grunts and moans were echoing those of his mother.
So when she announced she was coming and urged him to come with her, Keith was ready; in fact, he'd been straining to hold himself back for several long seconds. With a hoarse, guttural cry of relief and orgasmic ecstasy, he released the torrent of jism into his mother's cunt for the second time in less than an hour. His mother's body trembled and shuddered as her own climax violently wrenched her and for many moments the two could only grunt incoherently as they writhed together.
Keith felt like he was close to blacking out. He had never in his life felt an orgasm so intense; this was even better than the first time he'd fucked his mother. All his consciousness seemed to be concentrated in the tip of his prick, buried deeply, so deeply inside her cunt hole. He was vaguely aware that she was shouting and groaning, as was he, but the sounds sounded distant and unimportant somehow. He could see his mother's naked body above him, her huge breasts bouncing and swaying with their motion, but it was like he was watching her through a thin curtain, her face indistinct and distorted with undisguised lust.
All he was really aware of was the feel of each new spurt of thick, hot come as it jetted from his cock, and the rhythmic contractions of his mother's vagina, squeezing his prick almost as if it were milking every drop from him.
He finally began to feel the orgasmic spasms subside enough that he could catch his breath more easily and then fade altogether. But his body felt curiously tingly, more alive somehow, and he said so aloud to his still-panting mother who leaned over him, their bodies still deliciously joined between their legs.
"That's the way you're supposed to feel after a really good fuck, my gorgeous, horny lover man," Margaret answered between deep breaths, smiling down at her teenaged son.
"We came together," observed the boy unnecessarily.
"We sure did!" laughed his mother.
"I'm glad," he offered, "I liked it and..." his voice trailed off.
"And what?" she prompted.
"And – I don't know," he struggled for words, "It's just that I've never come like that before. It was...it was just intense, that's all."
"And that's how it's supposed to be, too," she chuckled softly. "You're just starting to learn all about how incredibly wonderful making love is when two people love and trust each other as much as we do."
Keith felt a pang of guilt when his mother mentioned trust, thinking of the sexual activities with his sister he'd been enjoying that his mother knew nothing about. For a moment, he considered telling her the whole thing, but then remembered he'd promised Melissa he wouldn't tell. It would have amazed him to learn that his mother was softly biting her lip in the darkness, thinking very similar guilty thoughts about her own lovemaking with his sister. She, however, was less tempted to reveal that particular secret. One thing at a time, she thought.
She heaved her body up and off her son's rapidly deflating erection and swung herself around to straddle his face once more.
"Time for your after-fuck snack, baby," she urged with a lascivious grin. "And this time, don't swallow it – keep it in your mouth so we can both share it. I'm going to," and she leaned forward towards his cock, "I'm going to lick you clean as a whistle and keep it in my mouth to share with you!"
"You got a deal!" the teenaged boy enthused, and he buried his face in his mother's cunt, determined to collect and save every bit of their thick, slimy love juices.
Margaret gave her cunt a few final squeezes to expel as much of her son's youthful semen as possible, then bent to lick his soft cock. While the sensations were pleasant enough, they were both far too spent from their back-to-back climaxes to get much aroused again, despite the tender attentions of their tongues on each other's sex organs.
But when, in a few minutes, she felt she had as much of her child's remaining jism held in her mouth and she turned her body around, Keith kissed her softly, parting his lips so all the fluids from their lovemaking could mix in their mouths. As they broke their incestuous kiss, Keith snuggled up against his mother as if he had every intention of staying right there for the rest of the night.
Margaret sighed. While she dearly would have loved to let him stay, she worried about her daughter's reaction should she decide to sneak in as well. She was about to explain that to her son, when a soft snore announced that he was already fast asleep. She hadn't the heart to waken him. If Melissa came in, then she'd just deal with that at the time. She'd boot Keith out before dawn, she promised herself, before she fell into a warm, delightful slumber with her boy – no, man now, she reminded herself – in her arms.
Melissa awoke from a sound sleep sometime after her mother had left her room. She lay there listening, trying to figure out what had disturbed her when she heard the soft creak of footsteps in the hall. Was her mother still up? She looked groggily at her clock and finally made out the time – 2:30 a.m. Her mother had left her room around midnight – what was she still doing up and why was she sneaking around so quietly if she was?
As she listened, she decided that it must be her brother's footsteps; her mother always had a lighter, more even step. Maybe Keith was going to the bathroom again. Or maybe not – the footsteps paused outside her door and remained there for a long time as Melissa tried not to make a sound. She was becoming genuinely alarmed. What if it wasn't either her brother or her mother? What if it was a burglar - or a homicidal psycho? Her imagination began to run away with her until she sharply reminded herself that the last time she imagined there was a crazed killer in the house it turned out to be Keith jerking off on his bed. While not exactly reassured, she decided to at least wait and see before jumping to wild conclusions.
The footsteps slowly moved away from her door and down the hall towards her mother's room, so maybe it was just her mother after all. But why would her mother be standing in the dark outside her door? As quietly as she could, Melissa pulled back the sheets and tiptoed to her door, turning the handle ever so slowly. She pulled the door open just the tiniest of cracks and peered out – just in time to see her brother's back as he slipped into their mother's room and pulled the door shut.
Now what on earth, she wondered? Had Keith been horny and listening outside her door to see if she was asleep or not, thinking to sneak in and get into bed with her? But why didn't he come in then – she hadn't been asleep and snoring? And why, oh why did he abandon her door and go into their mother's room instead? The fact that he pulled the door closed was especially odd – he wouldn't do that if he just wanted to talk.
Melissa's curiosity was genuinely piqued now and she pulled her door slowly open, tiptoeing down the hallway to her mother's door as quietly as she could, moving extremely slowly so as not to make the floorboard's creak. She was halfway down the hall before she realized she was once again out in the corridor without a stitch of clothing on. This is getting to be a regular thing she chided herself, but didn't want to go back now that she'd sneaked this far.
She finally reached her mother's door and stood there in the dimly lit hall, feeling foolish and exposed, very conscious of her nudity and the explaining she would have to do if either Keith or her mother would emerge right then. She stood there fidgeting for several minutes, trying to press her ear to the door without leaning too hard on it and risking it squeaking or even flying open. She had just about persuaded herself that she was being an idiot and was getting chilled standing nude in the hallway besides and should return to her own room when she heard some sounds at last from behind the closed door. She pressed her ear against the door once more and listened, her fear and chill dispelled by her curiosity.
At first she heard what sounded like low voices, but they didn't sound like the kind of tones that her mother and Keith usually used when talking to each other. Then she heard a sound that made her stomach drop to her feet – her mother's low but unmistakable moan of sexual pleasure. As she stood there, appalled, Keith's voice soon joined his mother's, gasping and groaning in the same way he had sounded when she erotically pleased him that very afternoon.
Melissa stood there rooted to her spot outside her mother's door, unable to move as the sounds of lovemaking intensified within. She was transfixed as her mother's cries left no doubt that her brother was making her come; the woman sounded exactly like she had when Melissa had been licking her cunt and driving her to successive orgasms just a few short hours before.
Melissa was shaking with so many powerful and conflicting emotions that she didn't know what to do. Finally, with a kind of mental wrench, she tore herself away from the incestuous tableau unfolding behind her mother's door and returned to her room, not bothering to tiptoe anymore, especially since her mother and Keith were now making enough loud, obscene noises that Melissa guessed they probably wouldn't have noticed if a garbage truck had driven down the hall. She snorted at the image and pulled her own bedroom door closed behind her and flopped down on the bed.
The twelve-year-old girl lay on the bed, her stomach twisting in knots and her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of her feelings. Keith and her mother, incestuous lovers! She felt anger and betrayal at both of them – the way Keith had slipped into her mother's bedroom made it apparent that this had happened before, yet neither of them had breathed a word of it to her despite how close and intimate she'd been with both of them. She felt jealousy so badly that it gave her a sick feeling – how dare Keith sneak into their mother's room? Why not hers? Did he think Mom was sexier than she was?
The sudden thought occurred to her that Keith and their mother might actually be fucking. Her stomach gave a terrible lurch. They might actually be fucking in there right now! Tears of jealousy and self-pity welled up in her eyes and she sobbed out loud. If only she hadn't been such a coward that afternoon, Keith might have already fucked her. Hadn't she come right out and said she wanted him to? He'd seemed agreeable enough to the idea then. So why didn't he come into her room tonight? Why did he have to go to his mother? If she'd had the guts to actually fuck him instead of just sucking his cock, maybe he would have come back for more. Didn't he understand how much she wanted him?
Of course, she realized, maybe that was why he went to Mom instead. Maybe he was just going back for more of what he'd already had with her. After all, she realized with a start, the two of them had been alone in the house the night before – who knew what they'd been doing all night long? Or maybe they'd been having sex with each other for years only she'd been too pissed off and sulky, avoiding them both, to even notice. This thought brought on a whole new wave of self-pity, and she cried into her pillow until it was damp with her tears.
It was only after she'd cried herself out after nearly a quarter hour of blubbering and sniffling that she had calmed down enough to start thinking about the situation a bit more clearly. First she recalled that while neither Keith nor their mother happened to mention the fact that they'd been having sex with each other, she hadn't exactly told either of them that she'd been having sex with the other one herself. She thought about why she hadn't told them and realized that she was afraid that they would have been angry, upset, freaked out, or all three. They probably thought the same thing with regard to her.
And what if they hadn't been fooling around for years? What if they'd just started, the same as her? That seemed to make sense, because Keith had sure seemed pretty nervous and inexperienced the previous afternoon when he'd squirted his come by accident all over her back. Maybe that experience got her brother to thinking – after all, if he could play around with his sister, why not his mother? And besides, hadn't she been the one to point out to him how young and sexy their mother was? She shook her head and giggled ruefully through her tears. She might have actually started the entire ball rolling herself!
Of course, she went on thinking, their mother had seemed like she was definitely ready for some serious sex since the day before as well. The way Mom had kissed her when she was helping her get dressed for the dance, looking back it should have been obvious how horny their mother was. And since Melissa had gone off for the night, what else did she expect Mom to do? She laughed out loud – the whole thing really was her fault. She'd gotten both her brother and mother all hot and turned on and then left them alone together for the entire night.
She finally got around to admitting that she shouldn't really be too jealous either, if for no other reason than that she couldn't figure out who she was supposed to be jealous of. Her brother, for going to her mother instead of her? Her mother, for going to Keith instead of her? But her mother had come to her, she remembered, and they'd made crazy love just a couple of hours ago. Okay, so maybe she could be a little mad at Keith for not sneaking into her room instead.
It then struck her like a thunderclap that yes, she really was jealous, but mostly because they were in there, making love, and they hadn't included her. That was what she really was feeling, she realized. The real emotion she was feeling was jealous lust – she wanted to be with both of them, fucking them both!
As soon as she had reached that realization, she pushed herself off the bed and slipped out her door towards her mother's room. She was still completely nude, but the reassuringly lustful groans she could hear from behind her mother's door left her totally unconcerned with her lack of clothing. The sounds of incestuous rutting grew steadily louder as Melissa approached; she could clearly make out her brother's heavy panting, interspersed with hoarse grunting. She instantly felt thick, warm liquid start to ooze from her young, eager cunt and drip slowly down her smooth, pale thighs.
As the now aroused twelve-year-old reached her mother's door, she paused. She had half intended to simply walk right in, but when actually faced with the moment she found herself strangely hesitant. Whether due to fear of being yelled at or sudden respect for their privacy, Melissa couldn't say. But she decided to listen outside the door instead.
She pressed her ear against the cool wood of the door, but the grunts and moans were still too muffled to suit her. Then she noticed that there was a sizable gap between the bottom of the door and the carpeted floor. With a relieved grin, she sank to her haunches then lay down on her back right at the base of the door. When she now turned her head and pushed her ear as close as possible to the crack, she was rewarded with the clear, unfiltered sounds of sex. She could not only hear every breath, every gasp, every moan, and every grunt as well as if she'd been standing right next to the bed, but could even make out the distinctive, wet noises that only tongues and cunts produce during hot, passionate sex.
The horny twelve-year-old girl sighed and ran her hands over her plump, tingling body. Her skin was covered with goosebumps, and her nipples – whether from the night chill on her naked body or from her rapidly mounting lust – were as hard and thick as the tips of pool cues. She teased the nipples with her fingers, gasping as electric sparks of arousal shot through her pubescent flesh, and began pinching and tweaking the hard, rubbery nubs with a vengeance, groaning aloud with pleasure at the wanton sensation.
Urged on by the increasing tempo and volume of the lewd grunting and hoarse cries of sexual excitement her ears could detect from under her mother's doorway, the fingers of one hand quickly stole down over her soft, rounded belly and into her pussy slit. She allowed herself a wry smile at the copious amount of slick fluid she felt there – her fingers were completely drenched instantly – then fell to frigging herself as hard as she could, alternately plunging two and sometimes even three fingers deeply into her young cunt hole before pulling them out to tease and twiddle her turgid clit. Her other hand continued to pinch and twist each nipple in turn. Within minutes, she was gasping and writhing in erotic bliss, her hips involuntarily rising up off the floor every few seconds as a new wave of lascivious feeling swept through her. Through it all, she kept her ear pressed hard against the crack at the bottom of the door, not willing to miss a single sound of her mother's and brother's incestuous affair.
To her amazement, she suddenly could clearly hear her mother shouting, "Start pushing into me, baby, Mommy's about ready to come! Shove your big cock into me as fast as you can...yes, just like that."
She was so startled that for a short moment, Melissa stopped her masturbation in mid-stroke. My God, she thought, they're really doing it! They're really fucking! She listened, spellbound, as her mother continued to urge her brother on. She was glad now that she'd refrained from barging in on them – this seemed like such a special moment that she would have hated to interrupt it. On the other hand, she was fiercely glad that she was able to witness it herself, however vicariously. Good for you, Keith, she thought. And good for you, too, Mom, she added in her mind.
"Oh, God, yes, baby! Faster! Faster! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!" her mother's voice keened hoarsely inside the room. The bed squeaked rhythmically, faster and faster as Keith obviously hastened to obey his mother's obscene commands. The eavesdropping seventh-grader could distinctly hear her brother's ragged gasps as he thrust himself into his mother.
Without wasting another minute Melissa once again began furiously masturbating, her fingers a blur of frenzied motion between her legs and her other hand savagely twisting her left nipple. Her head was swimming in a delirious haze of incestuous lust now, and she felt strangely like she was floating in a soft, warm pool. She barely registered that her virginal pussy was secreting an astounding outpouring of thick, slippery cunt juice that was running down into the crack of her ass and making a rapidly enlarging puddle in the carpet beneath her, nor did she care a bit. She could feel the unmistakable stirrings of what promised to be a heart-stopping climax beginning to swell up from deep within her tenderly assaulted young cunt.
"Come with me! Come with me now! I'm – I'm commmmminnnngg! Haaaaggggggghhhh!" she heard her mother shriek through the crack under the door, the older woman's voice barely recognizable in its raw, animalistic lust. Her brother's orgasmic grunts made an obscene counterpoint as the fourteen-year-old discharged his semen deep into his mother's willing pussy and the bed groaned and rattled in accompaniment.
I'm coming, too, Melissa thought back at them; I'm coming with you, too! She felt inexplicably connected with the groaning, incestuous lovers inside the room, almost as if she were there with them, sharing the experience personally. But at that moment, the twelve-year-old girl's own orgasm slammed into her soft, young body and she could think of nothing at all for a few minutes except trying to hold on to consciousness while white-hot wave after wave of ecstasy seared her brain and shuddered her pitifully convulsing form.
Melissa felt her senses slowly rising back to full awareness as if from the bottom of a deep pool. She was panting heavily and she suddenly became conscious that her breathing might actually be audible on the other side of the door she was still pressed up against, now that the obscene cacophony from within the room had abated. Melissa quietly extracted her fingers from between her slick, drenched thighs. On impulse, she brought them to her mouth and began to lick the remnants of her orgasmic oozing that still glistened on them in the faint light. The taste reminded her, first of her mother and their passionate lovemaking of a few hours ago, and then of her friend Stephanie, whom she would see after the sun had risen. What a story she would have for her friend now!
As stealthily as she could, the plump, panting twelve-year-old crept back to her feet and padded softly down the hall to her room, reluctant to be caught spying on her other family members in their moment of perverted pleasure. She allowed herself a secret smile as she quietly closed the door to her room behind her at the realization that she knew something neither her mother nor brother knew. While each knew that they themselves were now having sex with the other members of the family individually, Melissa was the only one who knew that all three of them were fucking each other.
Well, almost, Melissa remembered with a determined look. Keith still owes me a fucking! And now that I know he's no longer a virgin, I'm not going to treat him with such kid gloves anymore, she promised herself. No way is he going to get away with pretending he's scared or nervous anymore. The young girl shook her head savagely. She vowed to figure out a way to use her special knowledge to get herself fucked tomorrow. No, today, she amended, looking at the clock that now read 3:30 a.m. Today's the day I become a woman – somebody had better fuck me before this day is out, and it better be my gorgeous brother Keith.
With that determined promise, the pubescent pre-teen pulled the covers up over her temporarily sated body and she fell instantly asleep, a sleep filled with dreams of a succession of tongues and cocks – Stephanie, Keith, Brad, her mother, even John Muller – all being welcomed between her eager legs and into her excited young cunt.
The Randall family slept very late that Sunday morning, and would probably have still been asleep as the sun made its way towards afternoon if the telephone by Margaret's bedside had not rung insistently just before 11:00 a.m. She fumbled groggily for the phone handset, momentarily puzzled by the soft, warm obstacle in the bed impeding her reach for the nightstand. It was only as she mumbled a fuzzy, "Hello" in to the phone that she regained sufficient consciousness to recognize her son, Keith, in the bed next to her.
Keith was only partially awakened by the commotion and, pleased with the feel of his mother's soft body stretched partially across his own, began to snuggle back into her, playfully groping for the nearest nipple. Margaret had to firmly push her son back down and hastily motion him to silence.
"Hello?" she repeated into the phone in a somewhat more coherent voice.
"Mrs. Randall? It's Stephanie," the voice at the other end said rather hesitantly, "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
"Ummm, yeah, I guess so," Margaret temporized. "What time is it?"
"Oh, jeez, I'm really sorry," Stephanie said contritely, but added, "It's almost eleven – I thought, you know, you all would be up by now."
"It's all right, Stephanie," assured Margaret, shaking her head in rueful amusement, "We didn't get to sleep until late. Were you calling for Melissa?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind. Unless you want me to call back later..."
"No, no. It's time we were up and awake anyway. Hold on a minute and I'll get her for you."
The older woman set the phone down carefully and, with another warning glance to her tousled and frisky son not to make a sound, searched for her thin nightgown and pulled it over her head before setting out to her daughter's room. She pointedly pulled the door to her own bedroom tightly shut behind her.
As she stepped out into the hall, she was briefly puzzled by what felt like dampness in the carpet outside her door, but was too intent on her errand to wonder about it for too long. By the time she reached Melissa's door she had already put it out of her mind. Her primary concern right now was to get her daughter coaxed downstairs so she could sneak Keith back into his own room undetected.
She tapped gently then eased Melissa's door open. The sight that greeted her made her catch her breath. Her daughter lay tangled in the bedding, her soft, coppery hair tousled and strewn carelessly across the pillow, framing her young, smooth features. The sheet was only partially wrapped around her soft, plump curves and her preternaturally large breasts were completely exposed, rising and falling gently as the twelve-year-old breathed in her sleep, the nipples standing proud and erect from their exposure to the cool air.
Margaret could feel her knees starting to tremble as a heated rush of perverted desire coursed through her. She wanted nothing more at that moment to fling herself atop her rapidly developing daughter's body and lick and suckle her to orgasm. Only the urgent need to get her son back into his own bedroom without Melissa's knowledge kept her from surrendering to her lust.
Instead, she contented herself with whispering softly in Melissa's ear, "Wake up, sweetie; you've got a phone call." However, she couldn't resist allowing her fingers to drift down over her daughter's breasts, playing lightly with the protruding nipples.
Melissa awoke with a gasp at her mother's touch, stared at her blankly for a moment as if she was having difficulty orienting, and then finally giggled, "Mmmm. That feels nice." The seventh-grader placed her own fingers over her mother's, pressing the older woman's fingers more firmly into the pliant flesh of her breasts. "I was having such a great dream, but I kinda like getting woken up this way."
"I'm glad, pumpkin," Margaret smiled with genuine warmth before her brow furrowed in regret, "Unfortunately, there isn't time to say good morning the way I'd really like to," and her eyes flashed meaningfully, "But Stephanie's on the phone for you."
"Oh, God!" blurted her daughter, "I was supposed to call her first thing this morning! What time is it?"
"About eleven," her mother informed her with wanly.
"Eleven! Why'd you let me sleep so long?" Melissa groaned as she struggled up into a sitting position, searching for her discarded nightgown.
Her mother spotted the flimsy garment on the floor and handed it to the girl, saying only, "I just woke up myself, and I need to get moving. If you wouldn't mind taking the call downstairs, you'll have a bit more privacy, and I need to get dressed in my room."
"Oh, okay," Melissa agreed, somewhat puzzled by her mother's explanation but appreciating the offer of privacy to talk to her friend. She had some things to tell Stephanie, that was for sure. She gave her mother a cool, appraising look as she pulled the thin gown over her head and smoothed it down. For a moment, she was tempted to ask about what it was like to fuck Keith, but quickly decided to keep her secret knowledge to herself a little longer. Instead, she just gave her mother a dazzling smile and bounced out of the room.
"Let me know as soon as you've picked up downstairs and I'll hang up the phone in my room!" Margaret called after her daughter's retreating form.
"'Kay, Mom," the girl's voice floated back from halfway down the stairs.
Still reeling from the intensity of arousal the sight of her young daughter's body produced in her, the thirty-two year old mother padded back to her bedroom, pulling the door closed but not latched. Keith was lying sprawled across the bed with an expression that hovered between confusion and a leer, his young, virile cock starting to swell in greeting the moment she entered the room. Stifling a sigh of frustration, Margaret once again motioned her son to silence, sat on the edge of the bed, and picked up the phone receiver.
Almost at once, she heard Melissa say, "I've got it, Mom, thanks," through the earpiece and she hung up the phone. The minute she did, she felt her son's arms wrap around her from behind, his lips kissing her neck as his fingers groped easily inside the large openings of the gown and began to squeeze and milk her breasts.
"Ohhhhh, God, Son!" the older woman moaned, "I can't tell you how much that makes me want you all over again."
"So why not?" the boy murmured, pressing his attack by nibbling her earlobe and pinching her nipple gently. "She'll be on the phone forever, you know she will." He began to work a hand down the inside of her garment over her plump tummy roll, inching towards her crotch.
"Aaagggghhhh!" Margaret cried in frustration, yanking the teenager's hands out from inside her clothing and rising quickly to face him. "You know we can't! Not now! Please don't be difficult!" There were tears of frustration welling up in her eyes as she pleaded, "Please, you know I want you just as much, but we have to be careful. I should never have let you sleep in here the rest of the night, and now is your only chance to get out of here before your sister finds out. It's just too risky to do anything else and you know it. Please? Go now!" She was practically sobbing.
Keith, startled by his mother's reaction, scurried to his feet, babbling, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm going, okay?"
He looked so much like a frightened deer that his mother felt compelled to grab his arm to prevent him fleeing. She held his gaze for a moment, and then said, "You don't have to run either." She smiled ruefully. "It's just that I want you to fuck me again so much I could just scream and I know if we kept that up for even one more second, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself."
Keith grinned mischievously at his mother's confession, but the grin faded when he saw the look on her face. "Look, it's not funny, and you'd God damned better realize it right now!" Margaret snapped, though she kept her voice dangerously low. "We've got an incredible, fantastic thing going and there's nothing I want more than to keep on making love to you every chance we get. But," she went on with a piercing glare, "You had better appreciate just how much of a risk we're taking. Maybe some time in the future, your sister might be cool with it – I'm working on that, just so you know – but things are very sensitive right now. Do you understand?"
Keith was decidedly intrigued by his mother's admission that she was "working on" his sister. For a moment, he was tempted to confess that he'd been working on her as well, but he really wasn't sure how that would go down just now. Instead he held his tongue and wisely nodded in agreement. But he made a mental note to ask Melissa some questions the next time they were alone.
"Good," Margaret nodded, seeing her son's assent. "So give me a kiss and then scoot." Keith bent his head toward his mother's lips and kissed her soundly, his tongue impudently thrusting into her mouth the minute they touched.
His mother reciprocated his lewd, incestuous kiss for a moment before pulling back with a laugh, fanning her face with an exaggerated motion. "Whew!" she muttered, "In fact, I think you'd better head right for the shower. Your face smells like pussy."
Keith blushed, and his mother hastened to add, "Not that I mind, you understand. You know I love the things you do to get it to smell that way. But I can't think of a good explanation for your sister if she gets a whiff of you."
"You could say I had a late night snack of a tuna sandwich," suggested the fourteen-year-old with a grin.
"Oh! Now you're just being gross. Get out of here, and don't expect to come back here until you learn to treat your lover with a little more respect!" she snapped.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said as his face fell, "It was just a joke."
He looked so contrite that his mother found it impossible to stay irritated with him. "Well it was a bad one, and you ought to know first-hand now what my pussy really smells like, and it ain't tuna!" she said with some heat, though her eyes twinkled.
"No, it doesn't," the boy agreed, "It smells wonderful." He smiled shyly.
"Now that's more like it," Margaret whispered, feeling her heart melt with love. "Go on now. I'll get you a big breakfast going. If your sister decides to go over to Stephanie's this afternoon, you're gonna need all your strength," she added with a lustful gleam in her eyes.
"All right!" breathed Keith. He headed for the door, then paused to turn and say, "I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too, Son," his mother whispered, a lump unaccountably growing in her throat. And then he was gone.
She stood there for several moments, feeling her heart thump in her chest until she heard the sound of the shower start up in the bathroom. Finally, with a sort of shake she roused herself from her erotic reverie and busied herself with her toilet, brushing her hair and putting on simple make-up. She had originally intended to stay in her thin, revealing nightgown throughout the day, but a new notion entered her mind and she pulled on a thin sweater and some slacks instead. She paused to inspect herself in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. The shape of her nipples were easily visible through the sheer knit and she smiled at the sexy feel of going without underwear. This would be acceptable for going out in public – barely – while still making sure neither of her children forgot that their mother was a hot, sexy, lady either.
She laughed at the thought, and was amazed at the way her eyes sparkled in her reflection. I look happy, she realized before correcting herself. No, I look more than happy. I look freshly-fucked happy. She giggled at the delicious memory of her daughter's tongue and her son's cock as they explored her very happy cunt. She was still smiling all the time she stripped the soiled linen off her bed once again, then trod downstairs with a deliberately heavy step to warn her daughter of her approach.
By the time Melissa had reached the downstairs telephone extension and picked it up to let her mother know to hang up, she was a bit unsure of herself. Stephanie had been so distant and odd on the phone last night, she wasn't sure what to expect from her friend.
"Hi," she blurted as soon as she heard the click and silence indicating that her mother had hung up her extension. "I'm sorry I didn't call you, Steph! It was just – well, it was a late night, that's all."
"No big," her friend assured her, "I wasn't really expecting you to call at any special time. I was just getting worried that maybe you were mad at me."
"God, no!" Melissa exclaimed, "I thought maybe you were mad at me, the way you were acting on the phone last night."
"That wasn't me," Stephanie said vehemently, then paused as she realized what she'd just said. "Well, yeah, it was me," she amended, "But it wasn't me that was responsible for the way I was sounding. It was my Dad."
"What happened?" the red-haired girl asked, instantly sympathetic.
"Heck if know," her friend sounded genuinely puzzled. "He was fine when he picked us up from piano lesson. But all afternoon, he just started getting weird."
"Yeah, you said he'd get up and leave the room any time you walked in. Was there more than that that was weird?"
"Well, he was, like, grouchy and he wouldn't talk, and when I asked him what was wrong, he just gave me this really strange look, like he was sad, but he was begging me for something, like I was supposed to read his mind or something. But he just said, `Nothing', and wouldn't say anything more."
Melissa was beginning to form an idea but just asked, "Did anything happen later. Between you two, I mean? Like the night before in his room – or yesterday morning in the car?"
"You couldn't see that! Could you?" the dark haired girl's nervous tone was obvious even over the phone.
"No, not really," Melissa laughed, "I just could sorta' figure out what was going on by the way you were both moving. Did you have his," and she lowered her voice to a whisper, "You know, his cock all the way out while you were playing with it?"
"No, just touching it through his pants," she admitted in a voice tinged with regret.
"Cool!" Melissa marveled, then blushed as she remembered the way her friend's father had kissed her later when they were alone in the car. She decided this wasn't the best time to mention that incident, though she fully intended to tell Stephanie about it. Later, really, she promised herself.
"Yeah, it was," Stephanie murmured somewhat wistfully, "But that's what I don't get. How could he be so cool about stuff in the morning and then be such an asshole the rest of the day?"
"Maybe he's getting his period?" Melissa suggested.
"Yeah, that must be it," her friend said dryly, which caused them both to giggle a little too much, nervous since neither of them had experienced menstruation yet.
"So are you coming over today or what?" Stephanie said, changing the subject.
"Absolutely!" Melissa confirmed, "As long as you're still okay with that."
"Oh, definitely!" Stephanie replied with feeling. In a softer voice, she added, "I miss you."
"I'm really glad, `cause I miss you too!" the red-haired preteen said enthusiastically. "But I, uh, well, like I said, I just got up and I need to shower and eat something before I head over." Her voice grew mischievous. "I get the feeling you've got something other than going out to eat planned."
"You got that right, girl!" Stephanie responded with an evil chuckle. "So why were you up so late? Busy, were you?" she inquired pointedly.
"Oh my God, Steph! You have no idea! Have I got some new stories for you!" Melissa blurted, then looked around guiltily to see if any of her family were in earshot yet. She lowered her voice to a whisper, "I can't really talk about it here, but I promise I'll spill everything as soon as I get there."
"Really!" Her friend sounded quite intrigued. "How mysterious. Can you at least tell me if you're still a virgin?"
"Technically, yes, damn it," Melissa muttered, a note of annoyance creeping into her voice. "Though I'm the only one in the family who still is."
"No shit!" exclaimed the voice from the telephone. "Wait – what does that mean? That means your brother...?"
"Yep, exactly."
"With who?" Stephanie asked eagerly.
"Um, I really couldn't say," Melissa countered evasively. "Let's just say it's all in the family," she whispered, her voice almost inaudible.
"What?" her friend asked, then, "Oh. Oh!" as her understanding grew. "Holy shit! You mean your brother and your mother? Holy shit!"
"Now do you understand? So don't say anything to anyone, okay?" Melissa pleaded.
Stephanie snorted, "Not likely. I'm just blown away. And," she added meaningfully, "I'm dying to hear how it is that you know about it."
"Actually," Melissa began, then stopped suddenly as she heard her mother's footsteps descending the stairs. "Uh, Steph, I've got to go now – I'll be over as soon as I can, `kay?"
"You'd better!" her friend commanded, her voice grown suddenly husky. "You've got some explaining to do. And what did you mean when you said you're `technically' still a virgin? Just how close did you come?"
"Later, Steph," laughed Melissa as she hung up the phone to forestall any further questions.
At that moment, her mother walked into the kitchen. "Good morning again," she purred, wearing what looked to Melissa like a very satisfied grin on her face.
She noticed the outfit her mother was wearing, the older woman's nipples and surrounding dark aureoles clearly visible through the thin material of her sweater. "That's subtle," Melissa commented dryly.
Margaret felt color rising in her cheeks as she followed Melissa's gaze but refused to be intimidated. She felt too good about everything this morning to get upset at her daughter's needling. Instead, she just smiled and asked, "Do you like it?" She allowed her eyes to roam up and down the length of the girl's barely concealed body, clearly making the point that her thin garment exposed even more.
To the older woman's incredulous delight, Melissa stepped close and actually touched her nipples, stroking them lightly in turn and smiling when they instantly responded by growing hard.
"Yeah, I do," the twelve-year-old girl replied, giving her mother a brief but intense gaze directly into her eyes before returning her attention to the large, swelling maternal breasts in front of her. "There," she said at last, "That's even better, don't you think?"
Margaret looked down at her chest and burst out laughing at the sight of the two erect, thick nipples now straining behind the soft, thin material.
"Much better," she giggled, then lowered her voice, saying, "Thank you." She placed her arms around her plump daughter's waist and pulled her close.
"Thank you? For what?" Melissa asked as she allowed herself to be gathered intimately close by her mother.
"For being so beautiful and so sexy and so loving and for understanding," the older woman murmured, her lips nuzzling against the coppery hair surrounding her daughter's left ear.
Melissa gasped in surprise at the upwelling of raw, incestuous lust she felt the moment her mother touched her. Without any prompting, her lips sought her mother's and the two instantly fell into a long, passionate kiss, their tongues plunging desperately into each other's mouths. Within seconds, both were moaning, their hands roaming over each other's bodies of their own volition.
"Oh, God!" moaned Margaret as she felt her young daughter's fingers work their way up under the edge of her sweater and caress the bare flesh of her full, heaving breasts. "So hot, so fucking hot! Just looking at you gets me so fucking turned on. What are you doing to me? Ohhhhhh!" She quickly worked her own hands under the flimsy nightgown that covered the girl's writhing body and began to stroke the bare, unbelievably smooth skin of her daughter's plump tummy.
Melissa was getting rather turned on herself, but she was also fascinated by how incredibly responsive her mother was. Obviously, getting fucked in the night by her son had only increased rather than sated the woman's sexual appetite.
The realization that her mother might still have the remains of Keith's jism in her cunt was a potent stimulant to Melissa's burning imagination. She found herself seized with an overwhelming desire to lick her mother's pussy, sharing – if only vicariously – in the perverted coupling between mother and son of the previous night. Melissa pulled her hands out from under the older woman's sweater and instead began to unfasten the button at the waist of her mother's tight slacks.
"Wh- what are you doing?" panted Margaret, breathing heavily as she broke off their lewd French kiss.
Melissa very nearly blurted out that she wanted to taste Keith's come, but caught herself in time, hissing only, "I want you. I want to lick you again."
She managed to work the waist button of her mother's pants free and deftly unzipped them. "Hmmm. No panties. How convenient," she grinned, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Margaret could hardly believe her seventh-grade daughter's boldness. "But-but, I have to make breakfast," she protested weakly, while at the same time she felt a warm gush of slick juice already starting to flood her pussy in anticipation of the girl's incestuous tongue.
"Okay," murmured her daughter as she dropped to her knees on the floor in front of her mother, peeling the older woman's slacks down to her ankles as she descended. "And you can start by feeding me this!" Without warning, the plump twelve-year-old thrust her face into the standing woman's shaved cunt and worked her tongue quickly into the slit, starting to flick the rapidly engorging clit ravenously.
Margaret moaned in guilty pleasure and braced herself with her arms on the kitchen counter behind her to keep herself from collapsing. She spread her thighs apart as far as she could and pushed her crotch forward, trying to get as much of her tingling pussy into her young daughter's furiously lapping mouth. Her conscience bravely tried one last time to keep her from completely surrendering by reminding her that Keith was still in the house. But that thought died almost as soon as it formed in her fevered brain; she could clearly hear the water from her son's shower still running through the pipes, so they were unlikely to be disturbed.
Besides, she thought to herself wickedly, would it really be so terrible if her son were to `catch' his sister in such an obscene, incestuous act? With that image, the thirty-two year old mother gave a shrill cry and abandoned herself to lascivious pleasure, already feeling the first stirrings of a climax beginning to throb in her tongue-lashed clit. Her slacks were now bunched around her ankles, but she didn't even try to step out of them. Her entire world shrank down to her daughter's auburn hair as her head moved back and forth between her legs, filling her crotch with the most depravedly delightful sensations.
Melissa continued to work her tongue into her mother's now drenched twat, grunting occasionally with the effort. She sniffed deeply, trying to detect the scent of her brother's semen over the pungent aroma of aroused womanhood that was filling her nostrils from her parent's dripping slit. She couldn't tell for certain; sometimes she almost thought she could smell or taste the familiar musky flavor of male come, but then it would be gone, only to reappear tantalizingly a moment later.
The kneeling girl seized her mother's ass cheeks in both hands and savagely plunged her tongue as deeply into the cleft between the woman's cunt lips as she could in an attempt to catch some drops of her brother's leftover come that might still be dripping out of their mother's vagina. She was never able to be sure, despite her furious thrusts into her mother's cunt with her tongue, but the new motion was all the older woman needed to push her over the edge.
As a full-blown orgasm slammed through her, the girl's mother desperately grasped Melissa's head with both hands, pulling her face roughly into her throbbing, pulsating pussy, holding on with a constricting grip as she shuddered, gasped, and sobbed with each new wave of fierce ecstasy that shot through her. She felt her knees begin to buckle and clung even more tightly to her young girl's head, supporting herself against her daughter's body as her back arched and her toes curled involuntarily.
"Hoh! Ohhh, my God! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, holy fucking God! Huuunnnggghhhh! Haaaiiieeee!" Margaret shrieked, oblivious to anything but the searing delight that was burning into her. She felt herself beginning to slump over but was helpless in the face of the ecstatic onslaught.
Melissa held herself in place, helping to prop her mother up for as long as she could. But eventually she found it hard to breathe due to the ferocity with which the older woman was pinning her face into her shaven cunt, and she had to gently push herself free, breathing heavily as soon as her face emerged into the air once more.
Only then did her mother's climax begin to relinquish its tyranny over her body and gradually subside. She gradually straightened up, her pendulous breasts swaying as her chest heaved. She finally staggered back away from her still kneeling child and leaned unsteadily back against the kitchen counter, regarding her daughter wonderingly.
"What- what the hell – was that?" she finally managed to gasp hoarsely.
Melissa cocked her head quizzically. "I'm not sure what you mean," she said, a half smile creeping over her face. "It seemed pretty obvious to me." She was secretly pleased that she had been able to make her mother come so fast. See, Keith, she thought to herself, she doesn't just need you. As soon as the thought had emerged, though, she felt it was unworthy. It was stupid to be jealous when she wanted to make love to a bunch of other people, too – including Keith.
She looked up at her mother again, grinning, then stopped suddenly and motioned upwards. The sound of the shower had stopped and they could clearly make out footsteps at the top of the landing.
"Guess it's my turn for the shower now," Melissa announced brightly, gathering herself up off the floor. "And thanks for the special breakfast." She grinned insouciantly at her mother, who had hurriedly pulled her slacks back up and was hastily fastening them.
"You're quite welcome, and thank you," she answered. "I still don't know what the hell got into us both, but I liked it. A lot."
"Me too," Melissa said seriously, starting to turn towards the door. "Oh," she said suddenly, turning back, "Is it okay if I go over to Stephanie's this afternoon?"
"Of course, baby," Margaret murmured. "Would you like something a little more filling for breakfast after your shower?"
"Yeah, I sure would. I'm suddenly starving!" her daughter agreed with a chuckle before turning and vanishing rapidly down the hall. Margaret shook her head in amazement as the girl left, her body still tingling from the afterglow of the orgasm she'd just been given by her precocious twelve-year-old. I guess I hadn't wanted to believe how fast she's growing up before this, she thought to herself before busying herself with breakfast preparations.
Melissa met Keith halfway up the stairs as her brother was coming down. His hair was still wet from the shower and he was dressed in nothing but his sleeping shorts. She caught the clean, male smell of his body as they neared.
"Mornin, bro'," she offered.
"Morning to you, too," he answered with a friendly smile. "Sleep well?"
"Oh, I was up and down," she answered, looking at him with sudden intensity. "How `bout you?"
"I slept great!" the fourteen-year-old asserted, his eyes sparkling.
Melissa suddenly noticed that her brother's crotch was level with her eyes on the stairs. As she watched in fascination, the bulge under the thin cloth began to swell noticeably. She looked up with a start, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from the rapidly growing protrusion at eye level. As she turned her gaze upward, she found Keith's eyes staring down at her but as she looked closer she realized he was not studying her face but her chest.
She looked down and realized with a gulp that her brother had a perfect view down the front of her gown. Hell, he could probably even see her nipples at that angle, she thought to herself. Even a day before, she might have been embarrassed or offended, but then a day before she wouldn't have been wearing such a revealing garment in her brother's – or anyone else's presence.
Instead, she smiled obligingly and said, glancing meaningfully at Keith's ill-concealed erection with a twinkle in her eye, "I'm glad to see you like the view."
Keith had the good grace to color slightly, but he made no move to let her pass up the stairs. Feeling emboldened by her wanton behavior with her mother just minutes before, Melissa took her brother's hand and obligingly placed it inside the deeply plunging neckline of her sheer nightgown and cupped his fingers around her breast, encouraging him to squeeze and caress the prematurely large globe. The boy needed no further encouragement and began to tenderly stroke the soft, smooth skin and tease her nipple into erection.
Melissa sighed in pleasure at her brother's touch and giggled delightedly to see that the fourteen-year-old's cock was now standing straight out and straining the fabric of his thin white cotton sleeping shorts. She could even make out the pink flesh of his hard-on through prominent gaps where the fly had been pulled open. Since it seemed so conveniently placed, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to coax her brother's stiff prick out through the fly with her fingers, ogling it lewdly as she softly stroked its proud length.
Now it was Keith's turn to sigh with pleasure. Encouraged by this, Melissa shifted her position to take the boy's rigid cock softly between her lips. As she did so, her left shoulder strap slipped unexpectedly off her shoulder, baring her breast completely.
"Oops," she giggled before opening her mouth again to admit her brother's purpling member. She made no move to pull the fallen strap back up. Keith began to groan and slowly pump his pelvis in and out, helping to push his prick between his sister's hungry lips. She teased the large, rubbery head with her tongue, eliciting the most exciting moans from the boy standing above her on the stairway.
For his part, Keith put his other hand under the thin cloth of her gown on the other side and began to vigorously knead both breasts, his breathing deepening rapidly. Within moments, his movements had forced the other strap off her shoulder – or perhaps Melissa helped it along with a subtle shrug – and the nightgown slipped softly down her body and lay in a heap at her feet on the stair, revealing her plump, creamy body completely.
Keith grunted and increased the pace of his thrusting. Melissa glanced up at him while her mouth was full of teenaged cock and was pleased to see the look of desperate lust in her brother's eyes. She found herself wondering if she might even figure out a way to get him to fuck her right then and there.
Melissa could scarcely believe her own daring; first she boldly licked her own mother's cunt in the kitchen, then a minute later was sucking away on her brother's cock, naked on the stairs while her mother was only a few yards away in another room. She realized that being in possession of the secret knowledge of her brother's and mother's incestuous fucking had given her a feeling of power, of invulnerability. After all, what could either of them say to her now if they caught her with the other?
As if triggered by her own thoughts, she suddenly heard her mother's voice from down the hall, calling, "Keith? Are you downstairs? I thought I heard you come down." Both siblings froze.
For one terrifying, tantalizing moment, Melissa was tempted to stay right where she was and get the whole family scandal out in the open. But at the last moment, her nerve failed her and she dashed away up the stairs past her brother, pausing only long enough to scoop her nightgown up from beneath her feet. Her plump buttocks jiggled teasingly as she bounded upwards and then she was gone around the corner.
"Keith?" his mother called again, and now he could hear her footsteps coming down the hallway from the kitchen.
He looked down quickly at his exposed and forlornly abandoned erection, still glistening wetly from his sister's saliva, and decided that there was no way he could either conceal or explain it to his mother. Instead, he turned and strode quickly back upstairs as well, calling out behind him as he went, "Uh, I'll be right down, Mom. I just forgot something in my room."
Margaret arrived at the foot of the stairs in time to see only her son's back turning the corner at the landing then hear the sound of his footsteps treading down the upstairs hall to his room. Odd, she thought. She could have sworn that she'd heard both her children on the stairway. Yet when she called, they both vanished. Interesting, she mused. Could they have been actually engaged in a little hanky-panky right there on the stairs? The day before, she wouldn't have believed it, but no one knew better than she just how sexually awakened both her children had grown in the past two days.
"Especially Melissa," she muttered under her breath. Her daughter's unbridled lust and sexual aggressiveness in the kitchen that morning had floored her completely. The thirty-two year old mother wondered just what she'd unleashed on an unsuspecting world, let alone her family. Not only that, she realized with a rueful grin, while her precocious daughter had made her mother come minutes ago, she had not done anything for herself. The girl was probably a seething mass of hormonal pubescence right now. So what might she have done when she encountered her brother on the stairs? No telling!
She would watch both her children very closely at breakfast. Maybe getting the whole family in bed together was going to be a lot easier than she supposed.
Margaret turned her attention to fixing breakfast for her family. She had planned to fix an elaborate meal but the delay from allowing Melissa to distract her by licking her cunt earlier forced a change of plans. With slightly annoyed sigh, she resigned herself to putting out cold cereal and milk. It would have to do.
No sooner had she finished setting the table when her son sauntered into the kitchen, wearing blue jeans and an old t-shirt. He took one look at her barely concealed breasts, the nipples still poking out from the orgasm Melissa had given her only minutes before, and grinned appreciatively. Margaret noticed that the boy had a pronounced bulge in his crotch and wondered briefly if it were due to what he was seeing now or what he'd been up to with his sister. The look in his eyes finally convinced her that she was the one producing the erotic swelling.
"Wow," Keith breathed. "You can look pretty damned sexy in whatever you put on, can't you?" He stepped close, put his arms around her neck, and looked down, ogling her tits shamelessly.
Margaret felt heat rising in her cheeks, unexpectedly pleased at her son's admiration. She playfully thrust her chest out, stretching the thin fabric even further. "You think so?" she asked archly, fishing for more compliments.
"Heck, yeah!" the teenaged boy chuckled. Margaret could feel her son's hands were trembling with excitement. "I can't believe I'd never noticed how beautiful you were before."
His mother cocked her head coquettishly. "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked hoarsely, feeling a lump of emotion growing in her throat.
"Yeah, I do," Keith answered, serious now. "I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world. I can't believe how lucky I am that you let me do the things we, you know, um, the things we did the last couple of nights." He stopped, suddenly awkward.
"You mean having sex? Making love? Fucking?" she asked, stressing the final word. "Why do you still have trouble saying it? Are you still bothered by the idea?" She reached out and stroked the side of his face. "I'm not the least bit embarrassed by what we did. You made love to me better than any man ever did before. I love the way you fuck me, and I love to hear you talk about it."
To clarify the point, Margaret reached down and slowly stroked the length of her son's bulging prick through the coarse material of his pants. "In fact, it turns me on when you do," she added in a husky voice. "So say it!" she commanded suddenly, "Say it out loud. What did you do to me last night?"
"I fucked you," the fourteen-year-old boy said in a low voice after a slight hesitation.
"You fucked me," she said with finality. "You fucked me good and hard – twice! Say it again," she cooed, squeezing her son's now iron-hard cock for emphasis. "I love to hear you talking about fucking me." She stroked the boy's prick again, causing him to moan softly. "Tell me what you loved best about fucking me."
"Oh, God, Mom!" he groaned under his breath, "I can't believe the way you make me feel."
"Tell me!" she said even more insistently. "If you ever want to fuck me again, you'd better learn to say it!" She pulled his young, firm body against her, relishing the feel of his well-developed muscles through his t-shirt, and began to rhythmically graze her fingers up and down the length of his straining erection through his jeans.
"I-I love to fuck you, Mom!" he groaned, "God, I love to fuck you!" He began to pump his crotch against his mother's hand, eagerly trying to force it in closer contact with her teasing fingers.
Margaret nibbled softly at her son's ear then whispered, "And what do you like to fuck me with?"
"My cock, Mom," he hissed, "I love to fuck you with my cock!"
"That's right," she encouraged, "Your big, hard cock. And what does your big, hard cock like to fuck?" She plunged her tongue deeply into the boy's ear, breathing in the scent of his shampooed hair and the clean sweat of his arousal.
"Your pussy, Mom. I like to fuck your pussy with my cock," Keith moaned as his mother's hand closed firmly around his tumescent organ and began to pump it through the material.
Suddenly he pulled her face into his and thrust his tongue urgently between her already parted lips. They kissed passionately, their lust climbing quickly as their tongues wrestled and slid lewdly in and out of each other's mouths. Keith's hands released his mother's neck and began to roam over her entire body. He was still incredulous that she allowed him to take such liberties. In fact, she appeared to desire his touch as much as he needed hers, for she began moaning and panting with lust the moment his fingers touched her breasts and nipples.
The incestuous kiss lengthened to minutes while they ground their bodies against each other and their hands worked themselves inexorably inside the other's clothing. Keith slid one hand up under his mother's thin sweater to fondle her plump, full breasts while the other wormed its way down the back of her tight slacks and into the crack of her ass.
"No underwear," he marveled, interrupting their kiss with a grin of surprised pleasure.
"Hmmm, you either," was his mother's only answer as she forced her hand down the front of Keith's jeans to wrap her fingers around his bare, hot and sweat-slick cock. The fingers began to expertly milk the boy's turgid erection inside his pants.
This was too much for the deliriously horny teenager. In a move that was startlingly reminiscent to Margaret of the way her daughter had done so less than thirty minutes earlier, Keith viciously unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them.
"What are you doing?" his mother gasped.
"Fucking you, Mom," her son said in a tone of crazed desperation. "I'm going to fuck your pussy with my hard cock, just like you want. Don't you want me to?" he added, nearly pleading.
"Oh, Keith, I do want you to, you know I do," she moaned as the boy's fingers found their way into her quim-drenched cunt slit and began ravaging her clit. "Ohhhh, God! Oh, shit, Keith, I can't even fucking think when you do that. St-stop a m-minute, okay."
The fourteen-year-old paused the thrusting of his fingers but made no move to remove them from his mother's sopping pussy. "What?" he asked.
"It's just that your sister's still in the house – she could come down any minute," Margaret said, her tone breathlessly begging as she fought to suppress her own desires to abandon all caution and surrender to her son on the spot. They looked at each other wordlessly, frantic lust dueling with prudence.
At that moment, they both heard the unmistakable sound of the shower water starting in the upstairs bathroom and the door being shut and locked.
"Oh, shit," Margaret laughed throatily, looking at her son in mock terror, "There went that excuse!"
"Oh, yeah!" Keith answered, his voice almost a growl.
Without a word, his mother whipped off her sweater and flung it aside then bent over to tug her slacks the rest of the way down her pale, plump legs, dislodging her son's fingers from her cunt in the process. She straightened once more to stand completely nude before Keith. His eyes widened as they drank in all of her milky skin and voluptuous curves.
"So fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your big, hard cock," she said simply, her eyes glittering with desire.
She reached out with both hands and began to unfasten the snap at the waistband of her son's jeans. He urgently fumbled with his zipper at the same time, getting in her way but eventually she succeeded in getting the pants loosened and pulled to the floor. Keith stepped out of them and kicked them away to join the pile of his mother's clothing across the kitchen floor. Margaret managed to give his stiff prick a quick, teasing lick as she stood up again, laughing delightedly at the way it jerked and danced in response.
She stepped close to her son, grabbed the bottom edge of his t-shirt, and tugged it up over his head so that he was as naked as she. Without any more hesitation, mother and son fell together, their arms and legs intertwining, their tongues snaking lewdly into each other's mouths, and their hips grinding against each other in urgent passion. Margaret found herself stepping backwards as her son pressed into her, trying to get his eager young prick positioned between her legs. Suddenly she gasped as she felt the cold, smooth face of the refrigerator against her back.
She had thought, to the extent that her lust-fevered mind was capable of it, that they might sink to the floor and her son would fuck her there. But once she was pinned between Keith's inexorable pelvic thrusting and the refrigerator, she found that she could scoot her back far enough up the wall of the appliance to make room for her young son's cock between her legs. With a whimper of relief, she spread her large thighs as widely as she could, guided Keith's hands around behind her ass cheeks to support her underneath, and seized his iron rod. Draping one arm around the boy's perspiring neck, she slid the head of his prick back and forth along her dripping cunt slit to lubricate it and then placed it securely at the entrance to her vagina.
"Now, lover," she whispered, "I'm all ready for you to fuck me."
The teenaged boy needed no more encouragement. He thrust his hips forward manfully then gasped in pleasure at the ease with which his cock buried itself in his mother's slippery cunt hole. Experimentally, he rocked his pelvis back and forth and was amazed to discover that he could move his hard prick in and out of her body quite easily, especially when he lifted her soft ass upwards as he withdrew and let her body sag down again as he thrust into her. Within moments, he was enthusiastically fucking his mother as hard as he could, slamming her fleshy body against the refrigerator door so vigorously that it rattled with each stroke.
Margaret began to moan and gasp, shuddering with pleasure each time her son's prick penetrated her. She had fully expected that the boy would come long before she could, given the awkwardness of the position. But to her astonishment, she began to feel the telltale electric currents of an impending climax almost as soon as Keith started fucking her. Perhaps it was the total wild, passionate abandon of their lust for each other or maybe, she realized, it was the exhibitionistic chance of being caught in the act by Melissa, fucking as they were in such an exposed, public spot. But whatever the reason, she felt herself rapidly being swept away on a surging wave of erotic sensation, fantasy, and love and she stopped caring about how it was happening, simply surrendering.
Her head lolled forward against her son's shoulder, bouncing roughly each time Keith drove into her but she didn't know or mind. All she knew was that her lover was inside her, stretching her soul so tightly that she could do nothing but cry out incoherently.
"Haaggghhh! Ohhhh, fuck! Hunnnnggh! Hugnh! Hungh! Hungh! Oh yes, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! Shhhitttt! You're gonna – haagghhh! You're gonna make – hunngghh! Gonna' make me come! Ohhhhh, holy fucking God!" she grunted hoarsely, each vocalization squeezed off sharply as her teenaged son's prick slammed into her with one furious thrust after another.
Keith could hardly believe how hot his mother was. He'd been so aroused from his sister's teasing even before he saw his mother in the kitchen that he was afraid he was going to come seconds after they began fucking, but he was bravely trying to stifle himself. However, once he heard his mother start to wind up into the pre-orgasmic stream of unintelligible grunts and obscenities that he'd quickly learned meant she was seconds away from coming, he relaxed and threw himself into banging his prick into her cunt just as hard and fast as he could.
They were both drenched with sweat already and Keith could feel his grip on his mother's ass starting to slip. Desperately, he pushed himself into her, pressing her into the refrigerator door with the full weight of his body. This had the happy effect of forcing his pubic bone hard against his mother's clit, and she began to shudder and shriek maniacally almost immediately as she climaxed.
"Haaiiiiieeeee!" she screamed as yet another amazing orgasm wrenched her body, forcing her eyes tightly shut and her neck and back to arch in a rigid contortion. She clung to her son's shoulders as her body was wracked with convulsion after convulsion. She was barely conscious that Keith was yelling in her ear that he was coming, too, but she could feel his cock swell and begin to pulse rhythmically inside her cunt as it pumped his thick, creamy, incestuous semen deep into her womb. Suddenly, without warning she felt a flood of warmth down the inside of her legs and could hear a splashing sound; she knew that her bladder had once again emptied itself as she climaxed.
Keith struggled to hold both himself and his mother up as his own orgasm welled up and out the end of his cock buried to the base in her pussy. He grunted and groaned as each new spasm rocked his groin and his balls emptied themselves into his mother's cunt. His ears were ringing from the strain, and because his mother had screamed right into his ear.
But when he felt the flood of urine emerge from his mother's cunt, bathing his balls and legs before spilling onto the floor, Keith began to laugh. He laughed with pride and pleasure because he knew that he'd made his mother come very, very hard again, and he kissed her softly on the neck as he laughed. Soon his mother was giggling as well, her son's laughter infectious as she slowly returned to full consciousness.
For a few seconds they held each other, laughing. Then Keith shifted his footing, which was a mistake, because the foot slipped in the warm puddle of piss on the floor.
"Whoa!" cried Keith as he felt his feet come out from under him.
Margaret felt her back slipping slowly down the smooth face of the refrigerator. Still giggling uncontrollably, she clung to her son as they both descended to the floor in slow motion, dragged down by Keith's unsupported weight. The landed with a soft bump on the floor, Margaret's butt resting in the pool of urine with her legs out in front of her, Keith sprawled out along the floor in front of her.
He raised his head to look at her. "I like it when I make you piss," he said, looking so charmingly smug that Margaret's giggles resumed all over again.
She reached out and tousled his shaggy blond hair. "I'm glad, lover," she said softly with a smile. "I'm really glad, `cause I sure as hell can't help it when you make me come like that!"
The teenaged boy rolled up onto his elbows and looked at his mother. Her hair was completely mussed and plastered against the side of her face, her face was flushed, and her pale skin on her body was mottled with patches of red and glistening with sweat. He thought she was beautiful, and said so.
Margaret felt tears well up in her eyes. "I didn't used to think so, but you make me feel beautiful. When I think of all the time I wasted playing with myself in my room when all the time I had the most amazing lover..." she caught herself in time before saying `lovers', "All the time I had the most amazing lover right here under my own roof, well..." She stopped when she noticed her son's eyes studying her pussy, splayed wide open to his gaze from where he lay between her parted legs.
"Oh ho," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "You know you left a bunch of come inside me, don't you. And I'd bet you'd love to lick it all out, huh?" She spread her legs even wider, invitingly. "Or would you like me to clean up my little puddle first?" She hoped not – the thought of Keith wallowing in her fresh piss on the floor while he ate her pussy was sending little erotic tingles through her already.
So she was inordinately pleased when he said, "Naw, I don't mind," and scooted himself across the short space to bury his face in her glistening, jism-and-urine-soaked bald cunt. He gave the smooth flesh a few experimental licks. "Not bad," he murmured, "It makes it a little salty flavored. I like it."
With that, he began to explore her soft cunt folds with his tongue in earnest. Margaret sighed deeply with erotic pleasure and cradled her teenaged son's head tenderly as he thrust and probed into her pussy with his tongue. Her clit was still tingling and sensitive from her recent climax so she was grateful that he was concentrating more on retrieving his jism from her hole than on working hard to get her off again quickly. She was in the mood for a slow, gentle cunt-licking now.
At that moment, she thought she heard a noise from the hall outside the kitchen door and froze, holding her son's head still. She listened carefully, a surge of momentary panic flooding her at the thought that Melissa might have come downstairs without them realizing it. Keith raised his face inquiringly and she put a finger to her lips, cautioning him to keep quiet.
With relief, Margaret realized she could still hear the shower running upstairs and relaxed, pushing her son's head back down between her legs. "Nothing," she whispered, "It's nothing. Take your time, sweet lover. Your sister's taking a long shower, thank God."
The fourteen-year-old boy resumed his incestuous oral ministrations and Margaret moaned aloud. She could feel his tongue penetrating deeply into her cunt hole, twisting this way and that in the most exquisite way as he tried to suck up every drop of his own thick spunk from within her. "Oh, God, Keith, you have no idea how fucking good that feels," she groaned, her back arching involuntarily as a surge of obscene sensation washed through her at a particularly deep plunge of her son's tongue.
Keith was pleased by her encouragement and continued to thrust his tongue into her as far as he could, stretching it until it was almost painful from the strain. He placed his fingers on either side of her damp, slippery labia and pulled them apart even further to allow himself even deeper penetration and his mother gasped her approval, beginning to rock her hips back and forth in unconscious echo of Keith's rhythm. Again and again the boy plunged his young, strong tongue into his mother's vagina, fucking her in the same tempo he'd used with his cock just minutes before. The woman groaned and writhed with increasing arousal, her breathing deepening rapidly.
"Oh, yes, baby, just like that!" Margaret moaned encouragement, "Just like that! Fuck me, baby, fuck me with your tongue. Hohhh! Yes! Shit! Hunngghhh! My God, I love the things you do to me. Haaagghhhh!" she grunted as an especially strong pulse of erotic stimulation welled up from her pussy. Her soft, ample breasts jiggled with each heave of her chest, the nipples hard and protruding with sexual excitement.
Keith's tongue was now feeling the ache of fatigue and he wasn't certain how much longer he could keep up that thrusting motion despite his mother's obvious enjoyment of it. He tried giving her clit an occasional lick and, when she did not seem to object, began alternating between continued deep plunges with his tongue into her cunt hole and gentle suckling of her distended clitoris.
He was rewarded with an instantaneous quickening of his mother's breathing and she began to grunt and moan continuously. He knew from his brief experience that she was rapidly approaching another climax. Her hips and body began to twist and turn sinuously, making it difficult for him to keep his tongue in place at her oozing cunt slit, so he moved his hands around to the side of her plump hips to steady himself. Once so secured, he gradually began to increase the amount of time he concentrated on the woman's clit, sucking it between his lips and flicking the tip of his tongue over it – lightly at first, then with increasing urgency.
Margaret was thrilled at the way her son seemed to instinctively read her reactions and respond to them – he seemed to be a natural lover. He'd correctly guessed the exact moment when she had wanted him to start increasing the tempo and pay more attention to her clit and she moaned and gasped with excitement as his talented tongue brought forth one electric jolt of ecstasy after another. She knew she was on the brink of yet another huge orgasm. There was a roaring in her ears, blocking out the wet, suckling sounds her son was making in her crotch and even overpowering the sound of her own hoarse, ragged gasping.
She realized that if her daughter had finished her shower and come downstairs, she would have been completely oblivious to it. But at that moment she didn't care; she knew that Melissa might be hurt or upset, but given the unbridled lust the girl had been exhibiting lately, she knew that it was even more likely that her daughter would be incredibly turned on. The exhibitionist fantasy of being watched by her daughter at this moment while her son lay in a pool of her own piss between her legs and licked her into an orgiastic frenzy was enough to dissolve her last barrier; she started coming with a vengeance almost immediately.
"Haaaaaiiiieeee!" Margaret shrieked as the first powerful contraction wrenched her womb, sending a torrent of ecstatic nerve signals flooding her entire body. She clung desperately to her son's rapidly bobbing head, pulling his face tightly into her shaved and pulsating cunt while the boy viciously lashed her clit with his tongue. She felt her body start to slump sideways but was helpless to prevent it; she toppled over slowly and lay on her side on the cool linoleum floor, writhing spasmodically while Keith doggedly maintained his hold around her hips and continued to lick her throbbing clit, prolonging and enhancing her orgasm, wringing the last spasms of joy from her until at last she had to push him firmly away.
She lay upon the floor, drawing in one heaving breath after another through her parched throat, oblivious to the dampness from her urine that was soaking the underside of her body, oblivious in fact to anything except the need to breathe and the profoundly satisfied, tingling glow that filled her entire voluptuous form.
Had she been more conscious, she would have seen that her fantasy of being watched by her daughter had been more true than she dreamed, for Melissa's face vanished at that moment from the bottom of the doorway where it had been witnessing the entire lewd, incestuous scene in the kitchen.
When Melissa had gone upstairs, she was filled with a yearning lust the intensity of which almost scared her. Her brazen daring with her mother in the kitchen followed by her equally shameless behavior with her brother on the stairs had left her quivering with unfulfilled arousal. After gathering her towel and shampoo, she stepped into the shower, intending to relieve herself by masturbating as quickly as she could. But once she had soaped herself thoroughly and her fingers her just beginning their welcome sliding in and out of her slippery, twelve-year-old pussy, she stopped suddenly.
A thought broke into her erotic reverie – what might her brother and mother be doing right now while she was in the shower? She'd certainly left her brother in a teased and unsatisfied state, and somehow she didn't think that getting her mother off once would be enough for her – not if the previous day's experience was any guide. Why, they might be fucking right now, taking advantage of her supposed occupation with showering.
An evil grin began to spread across her face. Without wasting another minute, she stepped back out of the shower, leaving it running and taking great care to move slowly and quietly. She dried herself as hurriedly as she dared, grateful that she hadn't yet washed her hair – she didn't want telltale droplets of water throughout the house leaving a trail. She threw her robe around her shoulders and oh-so-quietly opened the bathroom door.
Peering out, she listened carefully for a moment. She wasn't sure what story she'd come up with if she were caught wandering the halls of their home with the shower still running, and would much prefer to avoid detection. She could hear no sounds upstairs and both her mother's and brother's doors were ajar so it seemed unlikely that if they were together they would be upstairs. She swallowed dryly then tiptoed down the hall to the stairs. A quick glance in the other rooms confirmed that she was the only one upstairs, so she quietly padded downstairs, careful to avoid the notoriously squeaky third step.
As she neared the bottom, she could hear sounds coming from the kitchen that unambiguously confirmed her suspicions – there was no mistaking the grunts and moans of her mother and brother. Cautiously she trod down the lower hall, pressing herself against the wall as she neared the doorway to the kitchen. As she reached the door, she nervously peered around, risking the exposure of one eye. If she were going to be spotted, now was the time.
At the sight she beheld, she nearly laughed out loud – she needn't have worried about being seen. The other two members of her family were far beyond paying attention to anything but fucking. Keith's naked, muscular back was towards her, flexing rhythmically as his bare ass moved rapidly in and out, visible just above the kitchen table in the middle of the room.
Her mother was facing her but did not seem to be in any condition to look around. The older woman's back was against the refrigerator as she stood with her legs spread apart to admit Keith's thrusting pelvis. She was clinging tightly to her son's neck and her head lolled against his shoulder with her eyes closed. Keith was slamming her body into the refrigerator so hard that it rattled with each stroke. Melissa could see that they were both completely nude and their exposed skin gleamed with sweat.
She thought it was one of the most unsettling and erotic sights she'd ever seen. Even though she'd been expecting it after hearing the two of them rutting in the night, the absolutely incontrovertible evidence before her that her brother was fucking her mother left a desperate, lonely emptiness in the pit of her stomach. At the same time, watching them filled her with a fierce excitement. She studied the way her brother's butt cheeks flexed as he drove himself into their mother's crotch, and listened to her mother moan and gasp. The more she stood, silently observing them, the more her own smoldering arousal caught flame.
She imagined that it was her standing there being ravaged by her brother's stiff prick, feeling its swollen girth distending her virgin cunt hole and filling her completely. She felt a sudden wave of erotic enjoyment from her own pussy and was startled to look down and find her own fingers urgently plunging into her slit through her parted robe, the fingers quickly becoming coated with the thick juices that were flowing copiously from within her. She hadn't remembered putting her hand between her legs.
She stood, mesmerized, while continuing to stimulate her own cunt as her brother and mother rapidly climbed to a frenzied crescendo of perverted lovemaking. She listened to her mother's orgasmic shrieks and her brother's hoarse grunting as he emptied himself into his mother's secret hole, watching in fascination as their bodies shuddered and writhed in incestuous climax. She was momentarily puzzled by the sudden sound of water splashing on the floor before realizing that her mother must have wet herself just as she had the previous afternoon and evening when Melissa made her come. The thought of that hot stream of urine flowing down their legs as they came made the poor pubescent girl's knees grow wobbly with desire.
At that moment she wanted nothing more than to burst into the room, fling herself upon her family members and demand that they both make love to her on the spot. Only the fear that they would both turn on her for spying on their private moment restrained her. She didn't know when she'd ever felt such violently conflicting emotions. She turned away from the doorway, back against the wall, unable to move so full of raging loneliness and lust she was. She stood there for several minutes, heart pounding in her young chest, barely able to breathe, listening to her mother and brother laughing with each other, oblivious to her suffering just beyond their gaze.
Finally Melissa resolved to make her way back upstairs to the shower. But something in the sounds emanating from the kitchen made her pause – they'd stopped talking and it almost sounded like her mother was gasping with erotic pleasure yet again. Incredulous, the young, plump redhead peered around the corner, panicking when she couldn't see anyone. Where had they gone? Were they going to come out of the kitchen and catch her? She hurriedly closed her robe up and snatched her face back away from the doorway.
But as she listened, Melissa realized that the strange sounds – her mother's gasps of arousal and an odd, wet smacking noise – were still coming from over by the refrigerator. She shook her head as she realized they must be on the floor, hidden by the table in the center of the room. She lowered herself to her belly and wormed herself up to the opening into the kitchen once again, peeping cautiously around the edge of the door.
The sight that greeted her then made her previous lustful jealousy pale into insignificance. Frustrated tears sprang instantly to her eyes as she watched Keith's head working lewdly between his mother's legs. She could not see her mother's face because it was obscured by the kitchen table and chairs, but she didn't need to see it to know that her brother was exciting the woman – the increasing moans and the way her mother's fingers clutched and gripped Keith's head were evidence enough. She could see the floor glistening wetly from the pool of piss that had gushed from her mother. Keith was lying in it, squirming and wallowing in it as he ate his mother's twat and Melissa felt hot, lewd arousal flare up within her. She desperately wanted to feel that warm fluid against her own skin, to taste its bitter pungency.
Melissa worked her hand under body, raising her hips up off the floor so that she was partially on her knees, and began to masturbate furiously. She didn't know what else to do. She couldn't turn her eyes away and she couldn't muster the nerve to rush in and join the incestuous orgy taking place in front of her. With tears streaming down her face, she stifled her sobs and brought herself to a shuddering climax, fantasizing that she was lying alongside her brother, caressing his cock – still dripping come from his ejaculation into their mother's pussy – and helping him lick the semen, cunt juice, and pungent urine from their mother's smooth, shaven cunt lips. An almost inaudible moan escaped her lips as she came, listening to her mother's own orgasmic screaming.
The twelve-year-old girl lay there on the floor for only a moment, gathering her strength and breath before picking herself up as quickly and quietly as she could, retreating back upstairs and back into the shower. She was badly shaken and had to rouse herself from agonized reveries several times in order to merely complete her bathing, washing her hair in a daze.
By the time she turned off the shower and finished drying for the second time and made her way back to her room, Melissa had calmed somewhat. She no longer felt like she was on the verge of tears, but a desperate fire of arousal clawed at her insides. If she didn't find a way to get fucked before the day was through, she didn't know how she was going to survive. She smiled grimly as she felt her resolve solidify. She was so ready to surrender her virginity that very day that she almost pitied the poor guy who eventually fell into her clutches.
"Who's it gonna' be?" she mused aloud as she carefully dressed, picking a set of the new, sexy lingerie her mother had bought for her the day before. John Muller? He sure seemed like he'd be willing, but she couldn't bring herself to do that to Stephanie, whom she was sure would be heartbroken if Melissa had her father before she did. Keith was still the boy she wanted to be her first, but after what she'd just witnessed, she seriously doubted if her mother would leave him alone long enough to give her daughter a chance.
So it came down to Brad. One way or another, she vowed, his cute little cock was going to be inside her before the end of the day. She grinned idiotically as she remembered Stephanie's description of a small mushroom in a bed of black grass; she knew from her own experience that it could get a lot bigger than a mushroom. She pursed her lips as she considered what she could wear that might be the most appealing to Brad, finally settling on a pair of thin stretch pants with a drawstring waist that was cut low and a short top with a single, wide shoulder strap that left the creamy skin on her left shoulder bared.
She surveyed the results in the mirror. The generous amount of her plump tummy roll that was fully exposed made her wince with self-consciousness, but she decided that subtlety would be wasted on her prospective eighth-grade lover, especially as she noted with pleasure the way her cleavage was prominently visible, enhanced by the strapless demi-bra her mother had provided. She was about to leave her room when she remembered that she would be seeing Stephanie too. She located the new vibrator from the nightstand and threw it into her handbag, grinning with anticipation over sharing the toy with her young lesbian lover while she confessed all the amazing events of the preceding night and this morning. The smile was still on her face when she emerged from her room and descended the stairs to the kitchen.