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Thinking of her mother reminded her that she was supposed to go talk to the woman. She headed up the stairs, still somewhat dazed by the events of the afternoon, and especially by her recent conversation with Stephanie. Melissa didn't even pause to consider what her mother might want to discuss with her until she was right outside her door. She raised her hand to knock and then lowered it slowly, trying to remember if there was anything she could possibly be in trouble for. After a moment's thought, she almost laughed out loud. Sure, there were all kinds of things she should be in all kinds of trouble over – but nothing that her mother hadn't approved of, either tacitly or explicitly – and nothing that her mother wasn't guilty of herself even more.
Thus heartened, she raised her hand to knock but once more lowered it when she realized that she could hear a distinctive buzzing sound coming from within the room. Melissa shook her head in bemused wonder. Was that what this was all about? Her mother, having spent the afternoon fucking her son, now wanted a little equal time with her daughter? Another time, the twelve-year-old girl might have been hurt or insulted, but in her present condition, spending a couple of hours playing with her mother's toys and her mother's pussy sounded like exactly what she needed. With no more hesitation, she dispensed with knocking and simply turned the doorknob to step quickly inside, closing the door behind her.
The sight Melissa beheld made the pubescent girl smile. Her mother lay sprawled across the bed, a sheen of perspiration glistening from the pale, creamy skin of her nude, voluptuous body. Her head lolled, partially upside-down off the near edge of the bed, the thick, coppery hair hanging downwards towards the floor. Her large, fleshy thighs were widely parted and raised at the knees. Both hands grasped the long, white handle of her largest massager, the cord coiled across the small plump rolls of fat of her tummy before disappearing on the other side of her heaving body while the loudly buzzing head of the instrument was being ground determinedly up and down the very damp crevice of her cunt.
Melissa cautiously took a few steps into the room, moving closer to her mother's bed but staying out of the older woman's direct line of vision. The girl didn't think there was much risk of being seen for the moment – her mother's eyes were tightly shut and she was panting loudly, her heavy breathing interspersed with occasional grunts and soft moans of pleasure as she lewdly worked the vibrator up and down between her legs – and Melissa found she enjoyed the voyeuristic pleasure of watching her mother masturbate without her parent's knowledge. To her surprise, the preteen looked down to find that her fingers had already wormed their way inside her pants and were sliding back and forth in her drenched, slick vaginal slit without her even realizing it. She inched a bit closer to the writhing, grunting woman on the bed, moving above her mother's head to a spot where she could get a clear view down the length of her body but where she hoped she could remain unobserved for a while.
Looking down at her mother's sweating, groaning form, Melissa felt a kaleidoscope of emotions well up within her: pity as she realized that what she was seeing was all her mother had been able to experience and enjoy sexually for many years, pride and wonder at the uninhibited way the woman pleasured herself, a warm sense of connection as she recognized the same sort of noises and motions that she herself exhibited when nearing orgasm, but most of all the pubescent girl felt gnawing, mad lust growing within her. She longed to tear her own clothing from her body and fling herself atop her panting, thrashing mother and bury her lips and tongue in the older woman's musky cunt. Only the lewd and voyeuristic desire to witness her mother completely in the throes of a climax restrained her. With a barely stifled groan, the twelve-year-old worked her free hand up under her top and began to vigorously tweak her own nipples, pulling the cloth upwards so far that both her young, full breasts bounced free and exposed.
As her mother's breathing and groaning became steadily more urgent, Melissa continued to slide her hand back and forth between her legs, furiously driving her fingers into the oozing slit, her quim quickly covering her plunging hand and thoroughly soaking the already-wet clothing beneath. As the drenched cloth began to cling and bind, interfering with her ability to easily slide her fingers into her pussy, the seventh grader impatiently halted her masturbation just long enough to hastily tug her pants - and Brad's semen-filled underwear - lower, working it hurriedly down to a point below her knees, allowing her thighs to part widely and admit her obscenely thrusting digits more easily into her pubescent cunt.
A part of her brain recognized with amusement that this was exactly the same state of her clothing when Brad had been groping and fondling her on the front porch – and what the unknown driver of the passing car must have glimpsed as well. She must like wearing her clothes this way, she mused with a curl of a smile, since she seemed to spend so much time dressed like this these days. The unbidden thought of walking through the halls of school naked between the shoulders and the knees elicited an unconscious giggle, one she quickly stifled as she came back out of her reverie and realized where she was.
But it was too late. She turned her eyes downward – and saw her mother's eyes wide open and regarding her. Despite that, the woman never ceased her obscene exploration of her crotch with the loudly buzzing massager.
"Oh! H-hi, baby – hunnnggghhhh!" Margaret croaked, barely able to speak through the heavy panting and gasping of her imminent orgasm. "When did you – oh, fuck! When did you get here?"
"A little bit ago, Mom," Melissa admitted, her own breathing quickening and giving her voice a throaty, husky tone. "I-I was watching you. It w-was turning me on. Are you mad?" Her fingers continued their stroking of her quim-slick pussy in spite of her conversation.
"No, sweetie, I'm not – hoh! I'm not mad," her mother grunted. "But why don't you get on the bed with me?"
"I-I will – in a minute," the twelve-year-old panted, her eyes wide and bright with incestuous arousal. "I want to watch you come," she added in explanation.
A weak smile formed on her mother's face despite the pre-orgasmic grimace that was already beginning to wrench her features. "S-sure, baby. Oh, my God! Oh, my motherfucking God!" she groaned as the first tingling sparks of a white-hot climax began to lance through her quivering flesh. "You picked a good time! I'm coming now, baby! Watch Mommy come!" the older woman shrieked as her hands viciously ground the pulsating massager against her rhythmically throbbing clit and gave herself over to her climax, shuddering and crying out, babbling a prodigious stream of obscenities in between her incoherent screams.
"M-me, too!" cried her daughter as her own orgasm suddenly and unexpectedly rolled up and out of her insistently throbbing pussy and spread throughout her young body, raising pulsing shudders deep within the recesses of her virgin womb and echoing in her lust-fevered brain. As wave after wave of exquisite pleasure coursed through her, the plump twelve-year-old felt her feet and toes start to clench uncontrollably, followed by a feeling as if her knees had suddenly turned to jelly. She sank slowly to her knees on the floor beside her mother's head, her face sagging onto the bed alongside the woman's sweating, jiggling breasts. All the while Melissa kept her fingers embedded resolutely in her rhythmically constricting cunt hole, savoring each new wave of ecstasy as it waxed and receded inside her. Her vision had narrowed to encompass only her mother's large, fleshy right breast, the aureole darkened and wrinkled and the nipple turgid and swollen to the size of the tip of a pool cue. Fascinated, she pulled the hand not still occupied in her slowly relaxing cunt away from her own nipple and reached out to gently stroke the impossibly large nub of her mother's.
"J-Jesus fuck! Yeaaaggghh!" her excited parent exclaimed the moment her daughter's fingers grazed her swollen, sensitive button. Margaret raised her head weakly and opened her eyes. "G-God damn, girl," she panted between the orgasmic paroxysms that continued to wrack her ample frame. "What have you – unnnngghh! What have you done to me? Every time you – shit! Every time you even touch me you make me totally crazy!"
Her daughter flashed a quick, wan smile, highly pleased – despite the distraction of her own gradually diminishing vaginal throbbing – with her mother's admission of the effect she had on her. The feeling of power, life, and sheer sexual vitality, the ability to bring such gratification to her mother made her feel more grown-up, more alive than she'd ever known possible. Once more she was struck with the realization that her mother was no longer just her mother and never would be again. They were now lovers, just as much as she and Stephanie were and, for that matter, just as she and Brad were. Three down, two to go - the thought flashed, unbidden, through her pubescent mind, thinking of her lascivious desires and plans for her brother and John Muller. The daring realization and open acknowledgement, even to herself, of her wish to become the lover of every single member of the Randall and Muller families shocked her even in her arousal-heightened condition. She sighed, turning over the insight in her mind, gradually accepting that what she wanted was what she was really going to pursue, perverted and depraved as it might be.
That decision behind her, Melissa focused once more on her mother, whose body had finally ceased its spasmodic writhing and whose breathing was gradually receding to mere panting. An intense feeling of loving intimacy welled up in her, and she felt suddenly moved to lean her head close and kiss her mother's cheek tenderly. Her mother gave a deep sigh of contentment and turned her face towards her twelve-year-old daughter, her lips seeking a deeper kiss. The redheaded preteen readily complied, parting her lips widely to admit her parent's incestuously thrusting tongue.
Within seconds, the kiss turned from tender to ardent as Melissa's barely sated arousal flared once more. The pubescent girl resumed her lascivious tweaking of her mother's nipple, the chocolate-brown nub still swollen to an almost improbable length and hardness under her sensual stimulation, causing the older woman to give several much-muffled moans into her daughters widely opened mouth as she continued to plunge her tongue deeply into the back of the young girl's throat.
The seventh-grade girl was rapidly becoming more and more excited by her mother's perverted and passionate kissing as well as her obvious erotic arousal, and she moved her hand slowly down the woman's softly rounded abdomen, eliciting a series of pleasured groans as her fingers grazed the smooth, soft flesh. But when Melissa's fingers finally came to rest touching her mother's hairless cunt, sliding into the bountiful, slick folds of skin, the woman's back arched of its own volition from the intense pleasure and she was forced to pull away from her incestuous French kiss in order to gasp for air.
"Ohhh, my sweet baby," Margaret murmured, her hips beginning to grind in unconscious response to her daughter's obscene probing, "I love for you to touch me so fucking much!"
"Well, I love to touch you so fucking much, Mom," her daughter whispered with a giggle. "You're the most totally sexy, totally hot woman in the world, and I love watching you and touching you and tasting you and – and – well, everything!"
"Hmmm, that's so nice, my love," Margaret purred as her daughter's fingers slid deftly around either side of her gigantic, turgid clitoris. She raised her head and turned it to look at Melissa. "Why don't you get the rest of those clothes off and get up here on the bed so you'll be comfortable?"
Her daughter laughed, a full, open, joyous laugh, glad to be able to share such intimate pleasures with her mother. "I thought you'd never ask," she jested as she stood and started pulling her top off over her head.
Margaret scooted her full, nude body around, starting to position her head on the pillow when she suddenly held up a finger as if remembering something important. "Wait just a minute, my love," she asked with a dry smile as she heaved her body, still glistening with perspiration from her previous masturbatory exertions, up to her feet and began to tug the bedclothes down. "I think maybe I'd better clear these away for action; I remember what happened the last time you and I made love here."
Her daughter looked down at the surface of the exposed bed as she stepped out of her pants and Brad's loaned briefs to see the bare mattress and pad covered with a dully shining plastic surface. She cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at Margaret.
"Waterproof sheets," her mother explained, flushing slightly, though with embarrassment or anticipation, Melissa couldn't tell. "I figured that since you and I both seem to, well, let loose a bit when we come really hard, I'd better try to preserve the poor mattress. Not that either of us seem to want to try very hard to keep from wetting ourselves – or each other!" she added with a self-conscious smile.
It was Melissa's turn to blush, not sure for a moment whether her mother was making fun of her. Her mother's nervous flush convinced her that she was acknowledging her own kinky desire for pissing during sex, a desire they shared fervently, so she finally giggled and allowed that it was probably a good idea.
Her mother was at the point of taking Melissa's hand to urge her on to the bed when she caught the glimpse of Brad's bright white underpants nestled in the center of her daughter's pants where they had been discarded on the floor. "What –" she started, "Are – are those Keith's?"
The seventh-grade girl looked quickly down at the floor and felt her cheeks start to burn in earnest. She had completely forgotten she had been wearing her young boyfriend's semen-stained briefs in the excitement of the shared orgasm with her mother. At the same time, she found her mother's reaction extremely interesting – could she suspect that her son and daughter had been engaged in some pretty heavy sexual exploration over the weekend? Or was it just territorial jealousy, she worried, chewing her lip as the latter thought occurred to her.
She realized that her mother was still looking at her with both eyebrows arched high, clearly expecting an answer. The truth, Melissa decided instantly, was what she owed her mother – or at least most of it. She was getting heartily sick of the web of concealments and evasions in the family. "No, not Keith's, Mom," she replied evenly, omitting any mention of the fact that her brother had been stealing her underpants and jerking off into them for who knew how long. "They're Brad's. He, uh, well, it's a long story," she shrugged at last.
"Is that a fact?" the older woman murmured, her voice tinged with the odd, husky timbre that Melissa was coming to recognize as accompanying her mother's deepening erotic arousal. Margaret took her preteen daughter's hand and, sitting down on the edge of the plastic-covered mattress, pulled the girl down to sit beside her, stretching her arm around Melissa's nude torso and pulling her immediately close to her own naked skin. "Why don't you tell it to me? It sounds, hmm, interesting." She glanced over at her daughter and something in the girl's face instantly sobered her. "I'm sorry, sweetie – unless you don't want to. I could tell from the way you were acting at dinner that something was bothering you. If you want to tell me about it, I'm here to listen. I just thought that, well, the way you two were carrying on out front later, that you'd, well, sorted things out. Whatever the problem was," she trailed off with a self-conscious shrug.
"No, it's okay," her daughter said, her attempt at nonchalance betrayed by a quickly concealed awkward grimace. She was not sure how to go about explaining about the situation and her feelings for Brad, and the fact that her mother had started to slowly circle her pubescent nipples with a teasing fingernail distracted her even further. "Mom!" she protested with a weak giggle, "I can't tell you the story with you doing that!"
"Sure you can, love," Margaret replied with an evil grin, pulling her down onto the bed beside her and draping one of her soft, plump thighs over her girl, bringing the flesh of her bald cunt gently but firmly into wet contact with her daughter's leg. She continued to slowly draw her fingernail around the seventh-grader's chocolate brown aureoles in ever-diminishing revolutions, spiraling in towards the nipples which were already swiftly growing erect in anticipation. "Sure you can," she repeated, "You just can't think too hard about what you should or shouldn't tell me." Her grin turned steely, "So you'd better just resign yourself to letting me make you come again while you just tell me everything."
With that, the older woman wriggled the fingers of her free hand into the dank crevice between her thigh and Melissa's freely oozing pussy, quickly locating the girl's swollen clit and sliding two fingers along either side of the turgid shaft.
The twelve-year-old girl moaned in desperate arousal, "Ohhhhhhh! God, Mom! I can't believe how good you make me feel!" Her hips began to rotate in unconscious response to her mother's incestuous stimulation.
"Good," Margaret whispered hoarsely, her fingers pressing ahead with their lewd assault on her daughter's slippery cunt. "So tell me, baby! Tell me everything about what happened with you and Brad, and why you're wearing his underpants!"
"O-okay, hunnnnnngggghhh! Shit! I'll-I'll try. Ohhhhh!" the young redhead was gasping heavily, her level of sexual arousal rising more quickly than she would have believed. All the frustration of her earlier time with Brad returned to her, driving her into a frenzy of lust and desire. Her back arched in response to a particularly effective maneuver by her mother as the woman's fingers thrust deeply into Melissa's slick crevice and found the opening of her vagina, teasing the rim of the quivering orifice. "God! I-I don't think I can keep from coming much longer, Mom! Hoh! Huunnnggghhh! Shit!"
"So no one's asking you to, lover," her mother murmured, torn between frustration at not being able to learn about what really happened between her daughter and her young boyfriend and her pleasure at being able to so readily please the precocious twelve-year-old. "Go ahead and come, whenever you want, as much as you want. I'm not going anywhere," she added, flicking her fingers rapidly across the top of the pre-teen's throbbing clitoris, eliciting a series of hoarse shrieks from the girl.
"Oh, God, oh God, oh God, oh God!" the plump young girl groaned rapidly when she could breathe again, desperate now for another orgasm. Her hips rose urgently, pulling her soft, round ass completely clear of the clinging plastic mattress cover in her frantic attempt to coax more of her mother's hand into her crotch.
"So what happened with Brad?" Margaret insisted, determined to wring the truth from her lewdly writhing daughter while her defenses were lowered. "Did you fuck him? Did you, baby? It's all right if you did!" she added, eager to vicariously share her pubescent daughter's first real fuck if that's what had happened.
At her mother's words, Melissa inexplicably burst into tears despite the intensity of the erotic sensations being elicited from between her legs by her mother's expertly thrusting fingers. "No! No, he didn't!" she blurted, all the anguish from the afternoon finding voice at last. "I wanted him to! I wanted him to fuck me so bad, but he – it didn't – I mean, oh, shit, Mom! It just didn't happen, that's all! All he did was come on me and he wiped it up with his underpants and I made him give them to me so at least I could have his come between my legs even if he didn't really fuck me and I wanted him to so bad and then I almost let him try again on the front porch but a car came and I – I – I- oh, God, Mom! I'm coming! I'm coming now!"
At that moment, the tortured seventh-grader's voice choked off into a strangled squeak and her entire body began shuddering uncontrollably, her arms and legs flailing spasmodically as a blazing climax tore through her jiggling, sweating flesh while she lay enfolded in her mother's arms. Her mother savagely pinched Melissa's rock-hard nipple, making her scream, an ear-splitting peal that the woman quickly moved to muffle by pulling the frantically quivering girl's face into her own soft, large breast. She decided she had better relent or Keith might come bursting in – not that that would be so bad, she thought with a sudden randy grin – but he might equally do something stupid like call the police thinking someone was being tortured in here.
Gradually the plump seventh-grader's spasmodic shudders subsided and her breathing faded to normal heavy panting rather than the hoarse, desperate gasping that had wracked her throat at the height of her orgasm. Margaret held her close, stilling her fingers while still keeping them presses firmly against her young daughter's still faintly throbbing clitoris, all the while musing on what the girl had revealed about her illicit sexual adventures with her new boyfriend.
When Melissa's breathing had finally receded to the point where speech seemed possible, her mother asked her, "Are you all right, baby?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely," the plump young redhead purred, nuzzling her lips affectionately against her mother's large, turgid nipple and being rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from the older woman.
Margaret shifted her body, slowly disentangling their entwined limbs, and struggled into a sitting position. She gazed for a moment at the white, crumpled pair of boy's underwear on the floor, an intrigued smile gradually spreading over her face, and then looked significantly at her flushed and perspiring daughter on the bed beside her. "So those are full of Brad's come, hmmm?" She raised her eyebrows inquiringly. "Did you taste it?"
The twelve-year-old girl said nothing, but her face turned a revealing shade of red instantly, and she looked away with an embarrassed shrug.
"You did! I'm glad!" her mother reassured her, feeling the juices begin to ooze within her own cunt as she pictured the possibilities. "Tell me about it," she urged, her voice turning husky with arousal.
"Oh, it wasn't any big deal, really," Melissa temporized, reluctant to go into too much detail and risk somehow accidentally revealing that she'd already tasted not only Brad's but her brother's and John Muller's spunk as well. "I just sort of, you know, um, licked some of it out of his – his underpants, you know, after he, well..."
"Came in his drawers?" her mother prompted with a sympathetic and knowing smile.
"Yeah, exactly!" Melissa giggled. "And then I – well, I sorta', um, you know, like, licked his, uh, you know, his..."
"His cock? You sucked that cute boy's cock?" the older woman squealed delightedly. "No wonder he was looking like the cat that ate the canary at dinner!" Her face suddenly fell and in a more sympathetic voice, added, "And no wonder you looked like someone stole your Halloween candy at the same time. I'm really sorry things didn't work out this time. The way you two looked when I saw you out on the porch, it seems like he's willing to try again if you're willing to give him another chance," she giggled encouragingly.
Melissa turned her face to regard her mother intently. "And you're really okay with that? You're not going to freak out if I actually let Brad fuck me?"
Margaret reached out to gently stroke the side of her young daughter's cheek. "No, I most certainly won't" she said softly, her eyes large and her gaze piercing. "Not if you've decided you're ready for that and it's what you really want. The only thing I don't want you doing – ever – is going along with something like, well, anything to do with your body, sexual or otherwise, because you feel like it's what's expected, not what you really want. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She smiled to show she was serious but not angry.
"Yeah, yeah, I do understand," the naked seventh grader said slowly, nodding her head. "But it wasn't anything like that, Mom!" she blurted. "I was ready! I was really ready. I wanted it so bad," she sniffled, tears starting to well up once more in her eyes. It was all she could do to keep from spilling all of her feelings – about the way seeing and hearing her mother and brother fucking like insane abandon made her feel lonely and left out, and the knowledge that even her best friend and lover Stephanie was no longer a virgin. But she prudently held her tongue, determined to continue to keep some things private as long as her mother was also.
"There, there," her mother soothed, cradling her twelve-year-old girl's head tightly against her bare, full breast and petting her coppery hair. "There's no harm done. It's just a little frustrating now, I can imagine, finally deciding you were ready and wanted to lose your virginity and having a boy right there in your bed and not having it work out." A loud sob of self-pity burst from the pre-teen girl's lips, her body shuddering with emotion, and Margaret quickly continued, "But be patient, my sweet baby. Now that you've made that decision, you'll have plenty of other chances. You'll see."
"I know, Mom," the pubescent girl blubbered, trying to stifle her sobs. "I know. It's just – just..." She trailed off, unwilling to give voice to her real concern – that of how she was going to get through another night of listening to her brother fucking their mother instead of her and her reduced to pathetically frigging her own cunt while crouched outside their door again. Maybe if she just insisted on staying right where she was, in her mother's bed, her brother wouldn't have a chance to exclude her once more. She fiercely resolved to fight tooth and nail if her mother made any attempt to evict her that night.
"It's just that it's hard waiting now that you've made up your mind what you want. I know, I know," Margaret said, trying to ease her daughter's hurt and frustration. At the same time, her mind was working furiously. Could there be some way of turning this to her advantage? If Melissa was really ready and eager for a real fuck, maybe she'd be ready to let Keith stand in for Brad! The thought of being able to realize her deepest, most perverted fantasy started a flood of quim oozing from her hot and yearning cunt hole. But how to bring it about without spooking one or the other of her children, she pondered? She resolved to try to figure something out before the night was over. But in the meantime, she intended to get something done about her own raging arousal.
"God!" the older woman exclaimed, her hips involuntarily grinding her bare cunt against her daughter's soft, fleshy thigh, "Just thinking about you getting fucked turns me on incredibly!"
"Really?" Melissa marveled, "You really are cool with it aren't you?" Despite her earlier misery, she felt her own body responding to the potent, incestuous lust her mother was signaling. She turned her head and playfully nipped her parent's already-turgid nipple, eliciting a delighted gasp from her mother.
"Ohhhhh! Yes, baby," Margaret moaned, pulling her precocious young daughter's lips firmly in contact with her sensitive breast. "Suck me, baby! Suck and get me off! Hearing about you and Brad has got me so turned on! I can't imagine what it's going to do to me when you finally do get fucked for real. You've got to promise to tell me everything!" She guided Melissa's fingers into the sopping crevice between her legs; the young girl immediately busied herself in her mother's cunt, working the digits in and out with a loud squelching sound.
"Shit, you weren't kidding about being turned on, were you, Mom?" the plump twelve-year-old giggled, working first two, then three fingers deeply into the older woman's slick vagina. She wriggled them obscenely within the depths of her mother's pussy, making the voluptuous woman writhe and moan with erotic pleasure.
Suddenly Melissa felt her mother's hand on her arm, stilling her. "Wait a minute, lover," Margaret gasped. "Before you get me completely incoherent the way you always do, why don't you hand me those underpants Brad was so nice to fill up for you and let me see if he left me anything I can taste, too. And then you can lick me like crazy, all right baby?"
With a tight laugh, the desperately aroused twelve-year-old scrambled off the bed and returned with the white bit of cloth in her hand. Margaret eager snatched it from her fingers and brought it to her lips and nose, inhaling deeply.
"God damn!" the older woman exclaimed immediately, "This thing is soaking wet! Is that from Brad?"
"Uh, no, not really," her daughter mumbled, blushing furiously. "That's more like from me, uh, well, you know, from what we were doing on the porch and then, well, really, from watching you make yourself come. It soaked all the way through into the crotch of my jeans, too."
Her mother raised her eyebrows, an amused twist to her lips.
"I can't help it!" Melissa protested weakly. "It seems like I've been staying completely fucking soaked between my legs for days now. It's not my fault!"
"Relax, sweetheart," her mother laughed, holding the quim-soaked underpants up for closer inspection. "It's not a bad thing, you know. It just means your pussy's ready for fucking. Which is what you've been trying to tell me all along, right?" She smiled lasciviously and ran her tongue up the crotch of the briefs. "Mmmm-mmmm!" she sighed. "I can taste both of you!" She looked down at her daughter and took in the flushed face and flared nostrils and her breath caught in her throat. "Fuck! Look at you! You're as turned on as I am!"
"Probably," the chubby twelve-year-old agreed with a flustered grin, her voice low and smoky with arousal.
"Shit! I'll bet you wouldn't even mind sharing that boy with your old mother some time, would you?" Margaret blurted.
For an instant, the older woman thought she had gone too far because Melissa's face grew immediately serious, and Margaret's heart stilled for a moment.
But her daughter finally nodded her head and smiled shyly. "No, no I wouldn't, Mom." She shook her head wonderingly. "I can't believe how much we seem to share all the same, uh, you know-"
"Fantasies?" her mother suggested.
"Yeah, fantasies," Melissa agreed. "Except I never would have had the guts to even mention something like that. I'd have been too afraid you'd freak out or think I was some kind of total slut or something!" Her eyes were wide and round. "But, yeah, I'd like that. I think Brad would probably go for it, too." A poorly concealed smirk spread over her face. "After that show you put on at dinner time, he fucking couldn't take his eyes off you. And when I offered to set up both of us doing a striptease show for him some time, he just about lost it completely!"
"You what!!??" her mother spluttered, sitting up rapidly, propped on her elbows to regard her daughter with raised eyebrows.
"Well?" her preteen countered with arched eyebrows, "Don't try to tell me you weren't trying to tease him earlier!"
"Okay, okay, I admit I got a little carried away. But Jesus, sweetheart! Don't you think that was a bit risky? Talk about being freaked out! He sure could have been!" Margaret stammered.
"Oh, but he wasn't, Mom!" the twelve-year-old giggled. "He thought it was totally cool, honest!"
"So?" the older woman murmured, her eyes glowing lewdly, "Once you get him over the hump, so to speak," and both females giggled, "You'll set up something, hmmm?"
Melissa grinned at her mother's obvious eagerness. "No problem, Mom," she assured, "It's not like he's going to need a whole lot of persuading."
"Sounds fantastic, baby," Margaret cooed, and her hand began to ease her pubescent daughter's head downward towards her now freely oozing cunt. "It sounds so fucking fantastic that you've got me totally horny now. So how `bout spending some time licking your poor old mother's pussy and making her come like crazy?"
"You're not poor, and you're definitely not old, Mom," the seventh grader laughed, but she allowed her head to be maneuvered into the older woman's crotch and deftly slid her tongue into the slick, pungent cleft.
"Ohhhh, yes, baby!" Margaret sighed in pleasure as her daughter's wet, strong tongue contacted her turgid clitoris, "Lick me there, lover, lick me there!"
Melissa readily applied herself to the task of getting her writhing mother off as quickly as she could, alternately lashing the tip of the woman's inordinately large and throbbing clit, suckling it firmly with loud, obscene smacking noises, and sliding her tongue deeply into her parent's quim-soaked cunt hole, slipping wetly between the soft, drenched folds of her pussy lips.
Within minutes she had her mother gasping and writhing in lewd ecstasy, crying out loudly between guttural grunting and helpless moans. The thirty-two-year-old redhead was squirming with delight, holding Brad's come-soaked underpants tightly against her face, inhaling deeply the faint remnant of the depraved aroma. "Ohhhhh, God, lover!" she moaned loudly, "I can still smell you and your hot little stud's come juices. Hoh! Shit! Yes, baby, just like that – haaaaannnggghh!" she grunted with perverted lust as her plump preteen daughter flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth for a moment over the tip of her stiff clit. "Shit, you keep that up – fuck! You keep up like that and I'm gonna' come so hard I piss all over your face again. Hunnghh! Hunhhggg! Hoh, shit! You like it when I piss in your mouth, don't you?"
"Hmmm-hmmm," her daughter mumbled agreeably, her mouth full of pussy lips, proud that she was able to please her mother so well.
At that moment, there was a soft noise behind her and Melissa felt her mother stiffen and freeze. She raised her head and saw the older woman gazing fixedly at a point behind the young girl's head, an expression of horrified fascination on her face.
"Keith!" Margaret breathed.
Melissa flipped over onto her back hastily and saw her brother standing in the doorway watching the blatantly incestuous scene before him. He was wearing only a pair of thin, white cotton sleeping shorts and, Melissa noted with interest, his cock was swelling rapidly, the head already protruding obscenely, purple and shiny, through the fly. A welter of expressions played rapidly across the boy's face – stunned amazement, hurt, jealousy, lust, uncertainty, and fear.
Melissa glanced back at her mother and saw the same gamut of emotions being played out on the older woman's face as well. The seventh-grade girl could sympathize – somewhat – having felt similar conflicting feelings the previous evening when she first discovered that her own mother and brother were fucking each other...and leaving her out. But she also understood intuitively that the moment was hanging in balance and that any moment either mother or son would bolt from the room in tears. She knew that it was up to her.
Throwing any vestiges of shame or caution aside, she said to Keith, a bit edgily to help snap him out of his apparent immobility, "Well? Are you just going to stand there enjoying the view or are you going to bring that big, hard dick over here and fuck me?"
Both mother and son gasped, then laughed nervously, and the tension was broken. But Margaret reached down and touched the side of her naked daughter's face. "Are you sure, sweetie? I mean, it's all right with me, but I thought you wanted Brad to be your first."
This was too much for the twelve-year-old redhead who retorted, a bit sharply, "No, Mom, Keith was always who I wanted to be first. I just kind of gave up when it seemed like you weren't ever going to give me a turn!"
"Wh-what?" her mother spluttered and an expression of surprised chagrin flooded Keith's face. "What are you t-talking about?" she stammered weakly.
"Oh, Mom, come off it!" Melissa sighed wearily, "Aren't you tired of all the sneaking around? I know I am! I know you and Keith have been fucking each other like crazy and leaving me out!" A tear of self-pity welled up in the corner of her eye but she determinedly blinked it back. "And now I want some of what you've been getting!"
"You – you knew? About your brother and me?" Margaret was flabbergasted, sure she had been more discreet than that. Hadn't she?
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Mom," her daughter snorted, "Someone would have had to have been blind – not to mention deaf – not to know what you've been doing! Shit! You were so loud this afternoon, yelling for Keith to fuck your ass, well, it was a good thing Brad was licking my cunt at the time so I could clamp my thighs over his ears to keep him from hearing it too!" Her tone softened to one of gentle amusement, "You're a lot of great things, Mom, but being subtle – or quiet – about fucking isn't one of them."
Margaret was blushing furiously at the revelation, but it then dawned on her how hurt and lonely her daughter must have been, and how left out she must have felt. "Oh, baby, baby," she murmured, stroking the young girl's cheek. "You should have come in and joined us. That's what I really wanted."
The pent-up frustration threatened to overwhelm the preteen girl once more but she bit her lip and just said in a plaintive voice, "Well, I hadn't exactly been invited, had I? And I didn't notice you inviting Keith in any of the times we were having sex either!" Her revelation was greeted with a soft gasp of amazement from her brother in the doorway. "But now it's all out in the open isn't it?"
Margaret shook her head wonderingly, a poignant feeling of tenderness mixed with overweening lasciviousness swelling up within her, the lump to her throat and tear in her eye accompanied by a lush quivering in her loins. "Yes, baby, it's all out in the open now. So let me ask you seriously – you really want to go all the way, right now, with your brother Keith?"
"More than anything in the world, Mom," her daughter answered just as seriously, hardly daring to breathe.
The older woman gave a great sigh – relief and erotic anticipation and joy all rolled into one long exhalation. Then she looked up at her son who was still standing in the doorway, his cock long having swollen into full, proud erection, thrusting impudently through the flimsy opening in his shorts and standing away from his body like a short, purple flagstaff. "Well, son," she commanded with a smile, "When a beautiful young woman asks you to fuck her, a smart man wouldn't keep her waiting! Get those ridiculous shorts off and get over here!"
An enormous grin spread from ear to ear across the teenaged boy's face. He practically tore the shorts from his body and bounded over to the bed, bouncing eagerly beside the two naked and creamy-pink forms of his mother and sister.
He made as if to climb atop Melissa and their mother laughed, "Whoa! Whoa, lover! I'm just as anxious to watch you fuck her as you are to actually do it," she smiled gently, "But why don't you turn yourself around and take just a few minutes to show your little sister what a good pussy-licker you've learned to be. You can make sure she's nice and wet."
"I'm already plenty nice and-" Melissa began to protest, really not wanting to risk letting the moment slip away, but her mother shushed her gently.
"Shhh! I know you are, baby," Margaret cooed, "And don't worry, you're going to get your chance to get well and royally fucked in just a few minutes," she added, understanding her daughter's concern. "But he really does lick pussy nice. And besides," she added with a lewd grin, "This way we can share sucking his cock together – that's something I've been fantasizing about, my love, okay?"
She said it so pleadingly that her daughter had to laugh. "Okay, Mom, I'd like that, too. You just better not make him come – I've gone through that enough today already!"
"Fair enough, baby," her mother laughed, delighted with the way things were working out.
"What's all that about?" Keith wanted to know.
"Son, aren't you supposed to be doing something with that tongue besides wagging it in the air?" Margaret asked pointedly.
"Tell you later, bro'," Melissa giggled as her brother obligingly worked his body around so that his straining cock was poised directly above her lips and lowered his face into her steaming, oozing crotch. She groaned in pleasure the instant his tongue penetrated her glistening crevice and began eagerly probing the slippery, velvet recesses of her sweet, virgin pussy.
"See, I told you he licks cunt nice, didn't I?" her mother whispered in her ear.
"You taught him well, I can see," Melissa whispered back. "Brad's pretty good, too, but maybe you could give him a lesson or two as well, hmmmm?" she added suggestively.
"Whenever you're ready, sweet lover," the older woman agreed, her voice low and husky with arousal. "Now enough talk! Let's make sure this beautiful prick in front of your face is nice and hard and wet and ready to go inside you, all right?"
"Definitely!" the horny, virgin redhead agreed, and she grasped the firm thick shaft near its base as her brother knelt over her head, parting her lips to admit the purple, rubbery head of the boy's cock into her mouth.
"Ohhhh! That looks so fucking hot!" her mother breathed into her ear, encouraging her to thrust her tongue up along the bulging ridge on the underside of Keith's stiff organ with an exaggeratedly sensuous motion. A thin dribble of clear saliva formed in the gap between the tip of the pubescent girl's tongue and the surface of her son's cock. Almost fainting with the exquisite agony of lewd excitement that coursed through her at the sight, the depraved young mother abandoned any pretense of watching from the sidelines and thrust her face forward to catch the thread of dangling spit on her own tongue. She followed it up with a long, obscene stroke of her tongue up the length of the boy's prick and back down the surface of his scrotum, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the fourteen-year-old.
"Oooh, we just discovered something new, baby," Margaret murmured, "Your sexy brother likes having his balls licked. Try it!" she urged.
Melissa obligingly pulled the swollen head of Keith's prick from her mouth and joined her tongue with her mother's in lapping and slurping noisily all around the wrinkled, fleshy spheres dangling between the boy's straddling legs. Her brother groaned with sensual pleasure, his vocalizations muffled by the enfolding flesh of her ample thighs as they gripped his head between them while he incestuously suckled and thrust his tongue into her completely drenched cunt.
Their mother pulled her head away after a moment and flashed an evil grin at her daughter. She then heaved herself to her knees and, without any warning, plunged her face into her son's upthrust ass crack, burying her tongue deeply into the musty brown orifice.
Keith practically shrieked with orgiastic delight and Melissa felt, to her sudden alarm, her brother's balls tighten dramatically. Desperately she cried out, "Mom! Stop! You're gonna' make him come!" In fact, the pubescent redhead was very nearly at the point of orgasm herself, stimulated by her brother's lewd oral ministrations to her pussy and the incredible perverted nature of the scene that was unfolding. But she couldn't bear the thought of missing yet another chance to finally get a cock buried all the way up inside her virgin cunt just because the boy came too soon.
To her great relief, her mother ceased tongue-fucking Keith's asshole instantly and Melissa felt her brother's balls slowly relax, though only slightly. She guessed that he was right on the verge of squirting his thick, hot semen, and she was determined to have it happen this time all the way up inside her.
"Sorry, sweetie," Margaret said contritely, "I guess I got a little carried away. But," she mused with a mischievous lilt to her voice, "I think we just found something else Keith likes. I'm surprised I didn't think of it earlier."
"What did you do? No – never mind! Tell me later. I want Keith to fuck me. Now, Mom!" the horny twelve-year-old announced fiercely. "I think we're both like three seconds away from coming."
"That was pretty close," admitted her brother, who was already turning himself around to place his hard, throbbing cock in readiness to enter her. Melissa smiled at him encouragingly and spread her legs apart broadly, pulling her knees up towards her chest to give the flushed and eager fourteen-year-old boy the most unfettered access possible to her pulsating, drenched vulva.
"Wait a sec," her mother whispered from behind her, "I want to hold you in my arms while he fucks you," and she scooted her voluptuous body quickly down and around her young daughter, sliding her legs on either side and wrapping her arms around Melissa's plump torso, nestling her daughter's head against her very large, fleshy breasts. "Okay, go for it, my beautiful, sexy lovers!" she commanded her children as soon as she was settled in place.
Keith grinned at his mother and then looked down at Melissa, his eyes growing serious. "Ready, sis?" he asked.
"You wouldn't believe how ready I am, Keith," she answered quietly. "I love you, and I've wanted you to do this from the moment I first watched you jerking off!"
Keith glanced quickly at his mother, but she only raised her eyebrows momentarily, indicating her intention to hear about this story at a later, more appropriate time.
"Fuck me, Keith!" Melissa whispered ferociously. "I don't care if you come the minute you're inside me as long as you're inside me. Fuck me now, sweet brother. Make me a real woman – make me your woman forever!"
Margaret felt a lump of incredible emotion form in her throat and blessed all her lucky stars that she was privileged to share this moment with her children. How many parents actually got to witness their daughter losing her virginity, and even got to hold her in their arms as she did? What they were all missing! She squeezed her daughter with almost desperate passion and then released her, reaching her arms out to enfold her son as well, cupping his narrow, muscular ass cheeks to guide him as he entered his sister's yearning cunt for the very first time.
Keith looked down in total wonder at the beautiful, depraved scene of incestuous lust below him, his own naked sister eagerly gazing up at him, legs spread wide and her glistening, fragrant pussy fully exposed, ready for him to deflower her, their mother piercing him with an equally intent stare, smoky with erotic arousal.
He could hardly believe his good fortune at this stunning turn of events. He had been so wrapped up in the excitement of one new sexual experience after another, first with Melissa and then with his mother, that he had not really thought through the potential consequences of continuing to have sex with each without the knowledge of the other. But even through the fog of his own pubescent lust, he had been troubled by the niggling thought that his secret, incestuous indulgences would catch up with him sooner or later – he would be found out, there would be a big, emotional blow-up, and that would be the end of sex with either his mother or his sister.
Keith had been somewhat miffed when their mother had dismissed him to his room after dinner. Now that he had discovered the joys of fucking with a very sexy and very willing woman, mother or not, all he wanted was to keep on fucking her, over and over again. He jealously resented even the slightest interruption, though he recognized that his mother had other obligations, including to his sister. But he paced impatiently in his room for some time, unable to even settle down long enough to sit and distract himself with a book or his computer. He had heard the front door open and close several times and finally Melissa's light tread on the stairs and the soft sound of her footsteps moving down the hall to their mother's room.
But then there was nothing – he could not hear the sound of voices despite his mother's stated desire to talk with his sister. After waiting for what seemed like an unendurable time, the desperately horny teenaged boy could stand it no longer and he tiptoed down the hallway to stand outside the closed door of his mother's room. At least, he told himself, he might be able to hear some of their conversation and gauge how much longer she would be occupied. Plus, he had to admit, he was intensely curious about what his mother and sister might be discussing. There had been some very strange undercurrents of emotion between the other two members of his family in that evening and he was worried that it might concern him in some way. Could Melissa be reneging on her promise and actually telling their mother about their own incestuous experimentation? He could hear indistinct sounds from within the room and pressed his ear to the door to listen better.
To his shocked surprise, he could hear their mother – and she was emitting the characteristic moans, grunts, and strings of obscenities that he had come to know intimately over the course of the weekend as the sounds the older woman made as she was nearing orgasm.
The startled fourteen-year-old never paused to consider that his mother was not alone in the room – the idea that his sister might be enjoying the same illicit pleasures with their mother to which he had grown accustomed simply never entered his mind, despite Melissa's confession of her lesbian attachment to her friend Stephanie. And in his all-consuming, youthful lust, neither had he noticed that the door to his sister's room as he passed moments earlier was open and the room dark and vacant.
So it was that he flung open the door eagerly, expecting to find his mother masturbating alone, awaiting his return so they could resume the perverted activities they both loved and found instead the scandalous tableau of mother and daughter, totally naked on the bed, the young girl's face buried in her parent's crotch, the older woman writhing and grunting obscenely.
It took the handsome boy several moments to even comprehend what he was seeing. At last the incredible truth dawned on him, eliciting the same flurry of emotions that Melissa had experienced while listening outside the door the previous night – shock, jealousy, hurt at being left out, amazement at the wanton behavior being exhibited, and – most of all – flaming, surging, overpowering lust. Though he was unaware of it, he must have gasped aloud, for his mother looked up instantly and whispered his name.
He was still confounded into immobility when he heard his sister demand that he fuck her and the ensuing conversation between Melissa and their mother as the girl reassured their parent that yes, she meant what she said and yes, she really wanted Keith to fuck her then and there. The older boy, who had been expecting a major, shrieking blowup at very least, felt a crazy hope rise in his chest. And when their mother not only indicated her approval but her eagerness to witness him taking his sister's virginity and actually commanded him to begin immediately, his exhilaration was boundless.
So it was that he found himself, beyond all anticipation, poised above Melissa, his raging, stiff cock so eager to plunge into her tight, young virgin pussy that it was all he could do to viciously squelch the orgasm that threatened to explode in seconds. He felt his mother's hand snake around between her children's bodies to guide his straining, iron manhood into Melissa's slick, moist cunt hole as the girl spread her thighs widely to accommodate his entry and tenderly draped her arms around his neck to pull him close.
Keith felt the head of his already throbbing cock press firmly against Melissa's secret opening and, with almost no resistance despite the girl's supposed virgin state, slip inside. With a deep sigh the teenaged boy felt the length of his shaft slide easily into his sister's very tight but very wet and slippery tunnel, burying itself all the way to the opening of her pubescent womb as his pubic bone slammed firmly against his young sibling's vulva.
The sigh was echoed by Melissa as she felt the delicious, fulfilling contentment, the absolute "rightness" of the sensation of her cunt being filled with a hard cock for the very first time. There was no pain whatsoever. She had not really expected any given her previous incidents with soap bars and dildos but the fear had still been lurking in her subconscious that the actual moment of deflowering would be accompanied by pain and agony. Once she had reassured herself that she would be able to appreciate the momentous experience without discomfort, she relaxed and allowed her momentarily suspended white-hot arousal to consume her once more.
"Fuck me, my brother, my love," she whispered to the blond teenager above her who was watching her face anxiously for her reaction. "Don't worry – I'm doing fine. Don't worry about anything! Just fuck me hard and fast and come inside me – I want all of you inside me so fucking much!" she announced hoarsely, her voice rising in urgency.
Keith had been holding himself perfectly still inside the incredibly delightful constriction of his sister's pubescent cunt, both trying to measure her reaction and to keep from shooting the urgently clamoring load of thick, hot jism the instant he entered her. Now, with her encouragement, he began to thrust with his hips, his almost painfully hard cock sliding along the walls of the twelve-year-old girl's vagina, every inch sending electric sparks of erotic sensation jolting through his young, muscular body. His sister moaned in pleasure and arched her back, rocking her hips instinctively to maximize his penetration and her own erotic sensation.
Margaret was nearly out of her mind with raging emotions, from passionate love to exhilarating joy to raw, perverted lust as she felt her two children's bodies join together while she held them in her arms. She felt coolness on her cheeks and realized with a start that they were completely wet with tears streaming blissfully from her eyes. She could feel Melissa's lower back being pushed into her own crotch with every incestuous thrust of her son's cock into the young girl's pussy and realized with a slow smile that the rhythmic pressure was going to allow her to have an orgasm right along with her now frantically rutting offspring. She began to work her hips in time with her son's plunges and was gratified to feel the stirrings of a climax building once more inside her sopping cunt.
"Ohhhh, yeah, Keith," the mother groaned throatily, "Just like that. Keep fucking your beautiful sister and fill her up with your come. Ohhhhh! God, yeah! Keep that up and Momma's gonna' come with you, too!"
Keith shifted his gaze from Melissa's face up to his mother's and flashed her a giant grin. Margaret smiled back at him through her tears of joy and gasped, "Can you – ohhh! Believe how incredible this is?" Her son just shook his head, his reddening face and short, panting breaths heralding his oncoming orgasm.
Melissa could feel the now-familiar trembling in her body that meant she was about to come as well. She reached up with both her arms and pulled her brother's lips close to hers, moaning, "Now, Keith! Come inside me now! Hunnggghh! I'm coming! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!"
And with those last sharp gasps, she pulled his lips against hers and lewdly pushed her tongue as deeply into her older brother's mouth as she could while the torrent of orgiastic joy flooded her entire body, forcing her back to arch and her feet to curl.
Keith needed no more encouragement and pushed his already-jerking cock all the way into his sister's cunt, feeling the jets of thick jism shoot all the way into her, the rhythms of his orgasm almost perfectly matching the pulsing contractions of Melissa's vagina. He sucked greedily on her tongue, almost swallowing it while he noisily tried to draw in more air through his nostrils. Brother and sister shuddered together for almost a minute before their involuntary writhing subsided.
Margaret could feel by the motions of her children's bodies and by their breathing and sounds that they were coming together, and she was not far behind them. She grasped Melissa's breasts with both hands, fiercely pinching the nipples to intensify her daughter's orgasm while she also pulled her body up between her own legs to help induce the onset of her own climax.
Within seconds she was screaming, "Aaaghhh! Ohhh! Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Hunnngghh! Hunngghh! Oh, God! We're really – ohhhh! Really doing it! Haaaggh! We're really fucking! God! We're really fucking and ohhh! Coming so – hungghh! Coming so hard!" Her orgasm was still shooting periodic jolts of electric pleasure through her long after the bodies of her naked children between her legs had stopped their spasmodic shudders.
Suddenly, Margaret found herself sobbing uncontrollably, great trembling sobs that wracked her entire body. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
"Mom!" Melissa and Keith both cried in unison, their voices filled with alarm. "Are you all right?" Keith asked.
"Don't cry, Mom!" Melissa said, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Oh, by babies," their mother blubbered nasally, "I'b neber been better." She sniffed loudly then grinned weakly at them both before continuing. "I've never been so happy in my life. I've been wanting this for so long...even before I realized this was what I wanted. To be able to share both of you completely, and for you to share each other with me," she paused to sniffle a couple more times, "I couldn't ask for anything more in my life!"
"Oh, Mom," both Keith and Melissa sighed tenderly. Keith pushed his head past his sister's to begin to kiss his mother's cheek and lick up her tears. Melissa twisted her face around so she could do the same to the other side of her mother's face, even licking the older woman's eyes themselves to taste all her tears. Soon, though, the tongues of both teenagers drifted down and began trading tongue-kisses with their mother and with each other, all three tongues thrusting and flicking into each other's mouths.
Within a few minutes of this, Margaret felt the stirrings of lewd desire in her pussy resuming. She pulled her face back so she could focus on her children. "Thank you both so much," she murmured, her voice dark and husky with lust, "But I don't think we're done yet. Do you?"
Both Melissa and Keith grinned from ear to ear in answer.
"I didn't think so," Margaret chuckled throatily. "So it seems to me, young lady," she said with mock severity as she turned her eyes to Melissa, "You've got a pussy full of your brother's come that I would dearly love to suck out of you. Do you think you could help me out with that?"
"Sure thing, Mom," her daughter giggled as she began to wriggle out from under Keith.
"And it looks like Keith has a great, big cock covered with your cunt juice that I think you really ought to clean up, too," Margaret continued.
At this, Melissa laughed out loud. "Yeah, I can do that, too! C'mon, bro'," she urged Keith brightly, "Get up so I can sit on Mom's face while I suck your cock!"
Keith scrambled to obey and shortly Melissa had straddled her mother's face on the bed and lowered her oozing crotch to the older woman's lips, a deep sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips as she did. Her brother knelt on the bed beside her, proffering his glistening, semi-erect prick to Melissa's lips, which she eagerly accepted, pleased that in its softened state she could fit the entire fleshy tube into her mouth.
For several minutes, no one said anything. Only the gradually increasing tempo of the two children's breathing, punctuated periodically by gasps and moans, gave any hint to their rising level of incestuous lust.
Melissa was soon groaning loudly as her mother's expert tongue slid lewdly back and forth along her fully engorged clit and plunged deeply into her gaping cunt hole with obscene, wet sounds. She realized that she was not far from another orgasm, but just then she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and saw that her mother had slipped her own hand between her legs and had started to diddle her cunt herself. For just a moment, Melissa felt a pang of guilt that she and her brother were both being pleasured, but no one was attended to their mother. But then she realized that Keith's cock was once again fully rigid inside her mouth.
She pulled her head back and whispered up to Keith, "Hey, Keith, I think it's Mom's turn to be fucked now, don't you?"
Her older brother chortled, "Definitely." Without another word, he repositioned his body between his mother's legs, scooting up until he could deftly slide his stiff prick into her pussy.
Their mother pulled her lips away from Melissa's still-dripping cunt long enough to sigh deeply with pleasure and murmur, "Thank you," giving her daughter an affectionate pat on her fleshy buttocks.
As Keith began to thrust steadily in and out of his mother's welcoming vagina, Melissa noticed that his face as he propped himself up on his arms was perfectly aligned with her breasts and she shamelessly pulled his lips against her right nipple. The boy needed no further encouragement and greedily began to suckle. As soon as Keith first took the nipple between his teeth and gently nipped, his sister gasped and groaned with lewd pleasure and began grinding her crotch more firmly against her mother's face. Her mother responded in kind, flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth across the Melissa's swollen clitoris, causing her daughter to pant loudly with rising arousal.
"Ohh, you guys!" Melissa moaned in mock complaint, "You're gonna' – hunnngghh! Make me – oh, shit! Make me come again! She felt her back already starting to arch involuntarily and she pulled her brother's face even more tightly against her breast. "Bite me, Keith!" she shrieked, "Bite my tit! Bite it hard!"
Without breaking his rhythm of incestuous thrusting of his prick into his mother's pussy, Keith complied with gusto, pinching Melissa's turgid nipple between his teeth and biting down hard, causing a searing jolt of pain to course through her body that somehow got transformed into white-hot ecstasy by the time it reached her cunt. "Hoh! God! Yes! Yes! Just like that! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Haaaiiieee! Oh, shit! Oh, God! Oh shit! Oh, God! Oh, Momeee! I'm gonna' come! I'm gonna' come so hard – hungghhh! I don't think – hoh! I don't think I can keep from – haaagghh! From pissing! Haaaagghhh!"
Her mother mumbled something that could have been acknowledgement from between the muffling flesh of Melissa's thighs and intensified her tongue-lashing of Melissa's clit, urging her on to another climax.
But Melissa couldn't think anymore. About anything. With a high, keening shriek, the orgasm that had been building suddenly wracked her body, making it writhe and shudder while she screamed and gasped and screamed some more. She was vaguely aware that her bladder had released and that her mother was unconcernedly continuing to lap and suck at her cunt, oblivious to the additional liquid flood drenching her face. And Keith continued to gnaw and nip vigorously at her nipple, intensifying and prolonging her climax, forcing her to continue to shudder and gasp until she slowly lost consciousness, sort of melting down onto her mother's tummy with her sweating head coming to rest just above where Keith continued to pound their mother's cunt.
Melissa wasn't sure how long she'd passed out or slept, but when she opened her eyes, she was still sprawled atop her mother's torso and staring directly at Keith's now-completely flaccid cock as he lay beside their mother.
She groaned and raised her head slowly. "How- how long?" she croaked. Her throat felt like it had been sandpapered. She sniffed and realized the air in the room was full of the scent of urine. She shook her head. "Sorry I peed so much on your face, Mom," she grunted as she attempted to shift her body up enough to reverse herself and lay along her mother's body on the unoccupied side. "And did Keith come in you? Did I miss it," she asked disappointedly.
Her mother cradled her face in her hand as Melissa lay back down alongside, this time face to face. "First, don't ever apologize for peeing on me," Margaret grinned, "You know I love it just as much as you do! And second, "she added with a raised eyebrow, "Yes, you did miss your brother coming in me, and it was magnificent! But," she added with a grin, "I do believe you'll have plenty of chances to see him come in me from now on. Just as I," she went on with a tender look, "Will have plenty of chances to see Keith come in you from now on, too. Right?"
"Right," Melissa confirmed with feeling, only to look up to see Keith watching her with a look that was both possessive and yet somehow completely comforting. "Thank you, again, Keith," she said softly. "I'll never forget what you did for me and how you made yourself my first man lover. I'll treasure that forever!"
"I'm really glad, sis," Keith responded with feeling. "That – being able to do that with both of you - all of us together – was simply amazing." He suddenly grinned shyly at his mother. "And did you really mean it? You want us to keep having sex together?"
"Sheesh!" Margaret exclaimed with a sidelong glance at Melissa, "He really is kinda' slow sometimes, isn't he? Yes!" she said emphatically, turning her gaze back to her son. "I want us to fuck and fuck and fuck and then fuck some more. All of us. All the time, or at least as much of the time as work, school, chores, and sleep will allow. Can I be any clearer?"
"No, Mom," Keith grinned, his relief obvious.
"I don't know what I'm going to do next week when I'm out of town. Well," she added with a wry grin, "I'm going to be fingering and fucking myself with my dildos and fantasizing about being with you every time I'm alone. But you know what I mean." A thoughtful look crossed her face. "At least you'll have each other. And are you," turning again to Melissa, "Still planning on making a man out of Brad? Or has Keith put that out of your mind?" she added with a teasing lilt to her voice.
"What?" Keith asked eagerly, looking intently at Melissa, "You and Brad?" His voice trailed off in confusion.
"Don't worry, brother dear," Melissa answered with a smile. "You really were my first, and I really did always want you to be my first. Though you almost missed it this afternoon," she added mischievously.
"What? You said you'd tell me later," Keith asked, clearly interested. "It's later," he pointedly reminded her.
So as they lay snuggled up next to their mother, Melissa filled in Keith on all her doings with Brad up to that point, including the promise that she'd made to Brad that she would let him fuck her, and adding the tidbit she hadn't yet shared with her mother that she'd also promised Stephanie she could not only watch but help.
"Oh, really?" her mother said, eyebrows raised. "Now that's a scene I wouldn't mind seeing myself." Her voice was gaining the husky timbre it usually did with growing arousal.
"Mom! I think that would kinda' freak Brad out. At least the first time," she added soothingly.
"Hmmph," her mother sniffed, letting herself be mollified. "Just remember you did promise to share him with me, too. And," she added with a sideways glance at Keith, "You promised him that we'd do a striptease for him, don't forget."
"Wow!" was all Keith could say, his throat tight.
"So back to what I was asking before," Margaret continued, growing serious. "Do you still plan to make Brad one of your lovers along with Stephanie, me and Keith?"
"I really want to, Mom," Melissa acknowledged. "If that won't freak you out."
"Oh, God, no!" her mother laughed, adding, "As long as it's something you really want to do. And as long as you tell me all about it later," her gaze intent on Melissa.
"It's a deal, Mom," Melissa grinned. "This is so cool being able to talk about all this with you," she added with a deep sigh. "I really was getting so tired of all the sneaking around – pretending to you that Keith and I weren't doing things and pretending I didn't know you and Keith were. I'm really glad all that's over!"
"So am I, sweetheart," Margaret nodded. "Speaking of which, I do believe that the two of you owe me some good, sexy stories about all the stuff you were doing that I didn't know about." Her eyes gleamed expectantly.
Keith laughed, "OK, OK, I guess we do owe you that. But before we get started, I, uh, sorry, but I've got to go pee."
"Oh, no you don't!" Margaret exclaimed. "I mean yes, it's definitely fine for you to pee; it's just not OK for you to go anywhere to do it!"
Keith looked completely puzzled. "Huh?" he grunted.
"I mean," his mother explained, "That I love being pissed on, your sister loves being pissed on, and I just put waterproof mattress covers on all the beds. So no one is going anywhere to pee, anytime tonight. If you need to pee, then you do it right here. Preferably onto the two of us. Right, Melissa?"
"Right," her daughter agreed with a grin. The very thought was starting to make her squirm with renewed lust.
"So there it is," stated Margaret to Keith. "How about you spray us both down and then you can start owning up to all the times you molested your sister while she and I lick all your delicious piss off each other's bodies. Wouldn't you like that?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
"Uh, yeah," he acknowledged as he struggled up to kneel over the two nude females in the bed. "But for the record, I didn't molest anyone. She wanted it just as much as I did!"
"More, brother dear," Melissa said pointedly. "I had to talk you into everything!"
"Yeah, well, it didn't take much," Keith muttered with a smile.
"I thought you had to pee," their mother said with a meaningful glance.
"Uh, yeah," Keith said. He shifted himself on his knees so that he was facing both his mother and his sister. "You're really sure about this?"
"Oh for the love of...!" Margaret spluttered. "How many times do I have to tell you, both Melissa and I love it and get really turned on by it? Tell him!" she commanded Melissa.
"It's true, brother," Melissa assured him, her voice already thick with arousal. "It turns me on incredibly." She emphasized her words by languidly teasing her breasts and nipples with her finger. Keith gulped.
"Enough stalling," their mother said firmly. "Start peeing and start talking!"
Keith frowned a moment. "Uh, I'm not sure I can now." He was holding his cock in his hand and had it pointed at them, but nothing was coming out.
"Just relax and don't think about it. It'll come," his mother advised.
There was another long pause, and then a stream of yellow liquid emerged from the tip of Keith's prick, first a dribble and then a steady stream. It splashed noisily onto Margaret's tummy and breasts.
"Ohhhh, yeah," she sighed, "That's perfect!" She lewdly spread the warm, pungent piss over her body with her hands.
"Hey," Melissa protested, "Don't forget about me!"
Keith grinned and redirected the flow so it fell upon his sister. Some of the piss splashed off her large breasts onto her face. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to hit your face."
"Oh, please do," begged Melissa. "I want to taste you." Her breathing was quickly becoming rapid as her lust increased.
Her brother obligingly sent a golden stream directly onto her face. Melissa blissfully closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, allowing a lot of the hot piss to enter her mouth. Margaret watched closely, her eyes glittering. "Me, too," she commanded, and Keith obediently sent the flow back over to his mother and into her waiting mouth.
"Mmmmm," Margaret murmured as she swallowed, "You taste nice."
"You do, Keith," Melissa confirmed. "Give me some more!"
Her brother chuckled, beginning to enjoy himself thoroughly, and he sent another spurt into Melissa's gaping mouth. She swallowed again greedily. Unconsciously her hand had drifted down between her legs and she began to tease her clit. She slid her head over so her face was pushed up directly against her mother. "Both of us," she begged Keith. "Give us all your delicious pee!"
He was beginning to run dry, but he gallantly forced the remaining spurts from his cock onto their adjacent faces. Melissa turned her face further and began to lick the acrid liquid from her mother's cheek. Margaret turned her face to her daughter and their lips and tongue merged in an obscene kiss as the final drops of Keith's piss dribbled onto their bodies and the flow finally subsided.
Margaret broke off her incestuous kiss and turned her face back towards her son. "Thank, you, Keith," she said huskily. "I love it so much when you do that. And," she went on, "I meant what I said." She glanced at Melissa so her daughter knew she was included. "I don't want anyone getting out of this bed for any reason tonight. You're both staying right here with me, and if you have to pee, you pee. Preferably on me," she added with a throaty laugh.
"OK, Mom," Melissa readily agreed, and Keith nodded his assent.
"Now," Margaret directed Keith, "Why don't you lay back down beside me and you can tell me all about the shenanigans the two of you got up to when I wasn't looking?" She smiled to show she wasn't angry. "And while he does that, you and I have some cleanup to do," she said to Melissa.
For the next fifteen minutes, mother and daughter busily licked and lapped all the remaining urine from each other's faces and bodies while Keith describe the way Melissa had caught him jerking off in his room, and the subsequent nude chase through the halls after Melissa's shower that ended with him squirting his come onto his sister's back, and the way she completely amazed him by first tasting it off her finger, then sharing the taste with him, and then sucking the remaining drops right from his cock. He went on to describe the next afternoon and the way Melissa had made him let her watch while he came and that she told him then she wanted him to fuck her. Finally, he told about the way Melissa had actually sucked his cock on the stairs before he came down to breakfast that morning.
"God, no wonder you were so hot and ready to fuck me the minute you got into the kitchen!" Margaret cried with a laugh. "I wondered if the two of you weren't up to something when I heard you stop on the stairs. I'd been going crazy trying to figure out how to get the two of you together, and that was the first hint I had that maybe it wouldn't be such a problem after all."
"Yeah, you guys really were going at it there in the kitchen afterwards," Melissa chimed in.
"Wait," Margaret said with a frown, "You knew about that? You saw us? You were in the shower!"
"Hah!" said Melissa sardonically. "By this morning I knew you two were up to something so I just kept the shower running and snuck back downstairs to watch you. It was so totally hot, and I so wanted to join you," she added wistfully.
"I know, sweetheart," her mother said, biting her lip, "I wish you would have."
"Yeah, I know that now," Melissa shrugged, "But I didn't then. It's okay, really." She grinned at Keith and then her mother. "I think you guys have started to make up for it now."
"I'm glad you feel that way," Margaret responded. "I don't want you ever feeling left out of our lovemaking again. Unless, of course it's because you're too busy with one of your other lovers." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Fair enough," Melissa giggled. "So what do we do next?" She bent her head to audaciously begin suckling her mother's nipple.
"That's a good start," Margaret gasped with pleasure, "But maybe, if you wouldn't mind, um, a little lower?"
"Mom, if you want me to lick your pussy, just ask," Melissa chuckled. "You know I love to do that; you don't have to hint."
"OK, dear, would you please lick my pussy and make me come a whole bunch of times?" her mother said with a laugh, though there was a lust-filled catch in her voice. "And son, how about if you get that nice cock over here so I can suck it and we'll see how long it takes you to get hard enough to fuck one of us again?"
Keith grinned from ear to ear and moved the straddle his mother's chest as Melissa moved down between their mother's legs and began making noisy, obscene slurping sounds. Keith inched forward so his prick was at his mother's lips and sighed in pleasure as she took him into her mouth. Keith thoughtfully reached behind his mother's head and adjusted the pillows so her head was in a comfortable position. His mother mumbled something that might have been, "Thank you," if her mouth weren't full of teenaged cock.
As her two children set about pleasuring her, Margaret almost purred with contentment. This was exactly what she wanted, exactly the way she wanted it. Her most perverted fantasy had come true, and she moaned and gasped with pleasure as her daughter's tongue expertly explored all her secret places. She spread her legs wider and pulled her knees up against Keith's back so Melissa would have full access to both her pussy and her anus. The young girl readily took the hint and began to lick all around Margaret's puckered asshole, the woman gasping with surprise and lewd pleasure when she felt Melissa's tongue plunge deeply into her nether hole.
She could feel her son's cock begin to stir in her mouth and she focused more intently for a while on licking and teasing it, pulling the length of it into her mouth and then letting it slowly slide out while she swirled the head with her tongue.
"Ohhh, God, Mom!" Keith moaned. "That feels so incredible. I love the way it feels in your mouth."
I – hungghh! – I love having you in my – oh, God! – mouth," Margaret gasped. Her daughter's insistent tongue between her legs was beginning to make conversation difficult. Her back arched involuntarily as Melissa suckled noisily on her swollen clit.
"Seems like you like having your pussy licked, too," Keith noted, his eyes bright with lust. He twisted his head around to briefly ogle the sight of his sister's head moving obscenely up and down in his mother's crotch and felt the first stirrings of arousal begin to swell his cock.
"Of course I do," Margaret moaned. "I love having either of you licking my pussy and having you – unngggh! Having you both together is – Damn! That's good! – Is just perfect!" She continued to moan and writhe in response to her daughter's oral ministrations, sucking greedily on Keith's cock at the same time.
Suddenly Margaret felt a new sensation; Melissa was continuing to lick and suck at her clit but had taken advantage of her saliva-drenched asshole to insert a finger inside. "Ohhhhh, baby," the older woman moaned, "You know what I like! Keep – hoh! – Keep doing that and give me more!"
Melissa raised her head briefly. "You want more fingers, Mom?" she asked demurely.
"Oh fuck yes!" her mother groaned. "I want more. All you can give me! Hunnngghhh! Oh, shit, don't stop!" She was already in a growing haze of lust but she wanted to feel her entire body filled up. She had a sudden inspiration. "Keith, baby," she croaked, "No, don't stop, Melissa," she urged when her daughter lifted her head. "Keith, can you reach over me and get the oil out of the drawer?" This last came out in a rush as she tried to get all the words out between her involuntary groans and gasps.
Keith moved to comply and soon had the bottle of baby oil in his hand. "Now give that to your sister and let her get her hands all slippery. Hoh! Hungghh! Wait a minute, sweetie," Margaret asked her daughter breathlessly and was relieved to feel Melissa's tongue and lips pull away from her cunt. "We're going to try something new here. Keith, hand her the bottle."
When her son complied, Margaret continued her instructions to Melissa, "Baby, I want you to get both your hands all oily and really slippery, and then try to get as many fingers as you can into both my ass and my cunt. Shit, get your whole hand in if you can! And then keep licking my clit just the way you were. I want you to completely fill me up!"
"Really, Mom?" Melissa sounded dubious. "That's gonna hurt."
"Yeah, yeah, probably," her mother answered with a shrug, "I want you to try anyway. I'll tell you if it's too much."
"OK, Mom. Cool," her daughter responded, sounding impressed.
"That's my girl," Margaret smiled, pleased that her daughter was willing to let her be as kinky as she dared without getting freaked out about it. "Now scoot on back over here, Keith, and let me finish getting you hard. I've got another idea." Her son grinned and eagerly repositioned himself so his semi-erect member was in front of his mother's lips again, gasping with pleasure as she sucked it into her soft, wet mouth.
Melissa, meanwhile, busied herself with the bottle of oil, liberally coating both her hands and even squirting some directly onto her mother's butthole and the entry to her vagina. She was quite intrigued by this new sexual practice and, thinking of the way she'd already pushed four of her fingers into Stephanie, couldn't wait to try this with her other young lover. With a look of concentration, she pushed two slippery fingers into her mother's anus, wriggling them experimentally.
"OK, now you're just teasing," Margaret complained, her voice husky with arousal. "Give me everything, baby!"
With a mental shrug, Melissa thought `here goes' and, pressing all four fingers and her thumb together to make a rough point, pushed them up against the tight, brown rosette of her mother's asshole, and kept pushing on in, feeling the flesh tighten quickly around her fingers.
"Unnggggh! Oh, God," her mother grunted as she pulled back from Keith's prick. "OK, hold up a minute and let me relax." Melissa stopped pushing and just held her hand in place. She really could feel the older woman's sphincter starting to loosen. After a moment, Margaret said, "OK, I'm ready for some more."
Melissa resumed her obscene task, pushing her hand slowly but firmly into her mother's bowels, first past the first knuckles, and then the second. When she reached the widest part, her mother called another halt, panting heavily, though with pain or arousal, Melissa couldn't tell.
"How-how much more? Margaret gasped weakly.
"It's pretty much there," Melissa advised. It's as the biggest part right now."
"Ohhhh," groaned her mother, "You wouldn't believe how this feels!"
"Doesn't it hurt?" Keith asked wonderingly.
"Fuck yeah, it hurts", Margaret acknowledged, "But at the same time, it's the most amazing feeling! I bet you might even like it," she added softly.
"I might," Keith admitted shyly.
"OK, girl, I'm ready now," Margaret commanded her daughter. "Just do it quick and don't stop!"
Without a word of warning, Melissa gave one mighty push and suddenly her entire hand just slipped into her mother's butthole.
"Haaaaaaiiiiieeee!" Margaret shrieked, but then quieted. "Ohhh, my God!" she groaned at last, "That's – that's – that's just – I can't even say!" Melissa experimentally tried moving her fingers inside her mother, but Margaret cautioned, "No, don't do that – that kind of hurts, and not in a good way. Just leave it inside me and keep me filled up, OK?"
"OK, Mom," Melissa assented. "You ready for the other hand now?"
"Uh, if you mean in my pussy, then yeah, definitely," her mother chuckled weakly, "But I don't think even I could take a second hand inside my ass. At least," she added more thoughtfully, "Not without working up to it first."
"God, Mom, you really are such a total slut, aren't you?" Melissa laughed.
"If I am, it's your fault," Margaret protested. "Three days ago I was completely uptight and repressed. It's the two of you that have turned me into this sex-crazy animal!"
"You're not an animal," Keith laughed before turning serious, "But you really are amazingly hot and sexy. I can't wait to see what's next."
"I'm really glad to hear it, `cause neither can I!" their mother responded huskily. "OK, Melissa, let's see you fill up my other hole. And you don't have to be so gentle this time."
"All right, Mom," the seventh-grade girl said with a shake of her head. "Just remember, you asked for it."
"I know," Margaret whispered throatily, "Do it, baby!"
Melissa once more pressed the fingers of her free hand together, finding she had to prop herself up on her elbows to get enough leverage for both hands, and began to push her entire hand slowly but relentlessly into her mother's drenched and slick cunt hole. Though she kept waiting for her mother to ask for a pause, the older woman didn't make a sound other than heavy panting. Suddenly, Melissa's hand slipped past the opening of her mother's cunt and came to rest completely inside.
"Hoooh!" Margaret groaned with pleasure, "That's what I needed to feel! Thanks, baby – that's just perfect. Can you still lick me from that position?"
By way of answer, Melissa lowered her face to her mother's cunt and fiercely began sucking the clit.
"Huunnnghhh! Oh, God! Oh, fuck yeah!" Margaret groaned, "You sure can. Just like that, baby. Keep me filled up and make me come and come!" Her body writhed in pleasure. "And c'mere, son. Let's get you nice and hard,"
Keith eagerly obeyed and for several long minutes no one spoke, the only sounds being the obscene, wet slurping of cock-sucking and pussy-licking, punctuated by increasingly loud and frequent groans and gasps from their mother. Suddenly, Melissa could hear her mother emit a protracted, muffled groan and felt the familiar throbbing in the older woman's clit that signaled an orgasm. She responded by roughly lashing her mother's clit with her tongue, resulting in the woman's body immediately beginning to thrash and flail, though it didn't change position much, being both pinned down by her ass and cunt by Melissa and by the weight of Keith's body across her chest.
Finally, as she could hear her mother's breathing becoming labored, Melissa relented and paused her incestuous cunnilingus. Her mother's body relaxed and her breath expelled with a great whoosh.
"Are you all right, Mom?" Keith asked.
"Of course she's alright, dummy," Melissa chided her brother. "She just came like crazy! Can't you tell?
"Yeah, I thought so," Keith answered mildly, "I just wanted to make sure."
"That's sweet, son," Margaret panted, still coming down from her climax. "But I don't think you've seen anything yet. I'm just getting started. Speaking of which," she went on, "I do believe that cock of yours is ready for some more action." She paused and looked thoughtfully at Melissa for a moment. "I've got an idea, sweetheart. Do you think you might be ready to try it in your ass, since you're still a virgin there?"
Melissa swallowed.
"I do think you might like it," her mother encouraged, noting with a wry smile, "We do seem to share most of our other sexual, um, preferences, you know? And I really do love Keith's cock in my ass. Plus," she added, "Your hands feel so good right where they are and I don't want you to move them. I've never felt so fucking filled up! Really amazing!" she grinned, her eyes smoky with lust. "So what do you say? Ready to try something new?"
"Y-yeah," Melissa swallowed, "I think I am." She still had some trepidations, but the realization that her mother could take Melissa's entire hand inside her stretched butt hole made her feel like a wimp if she refused. "Just go slow, Keith," she begged.
"Sure thing, Sis," her brother said eagerly, beginning to shift his body away from his mother's mouth and towards MELISSA'S bare buttocks. "I'll stop whenever you ask."
"Not so fast, there, cowboy," their mother chided. "Be a gentleman and lube her up with the baby oil first. Like you do me," she reminded, which Keith acknowledged with a sheepish grin.
Keith scrambled off the bed and quickly grabbed the clear bottle of baby oil from his mother's nightstand drawer again and returned to straddle his sister's thighs below her exposed ass.
"Get plenty on your cock, too, not just her ass," Margaret coached him. Keith set to squirting the slick fluid liberally on Melissa's ass, working it into the crack with his fingers.
"Ooooh," sighed Melissa as her brother's finger penetrated her butthole. She raised her hips, exposing her nether hole even more in encouragement. "That does feel good." She could feel her juices already starting to flow from excitement.
"Told you," Margaret said with a knowing smile. "I think you're going to like this."
Keith continued to work the oil into his sister's ass crack, experimentally pushing two fingers into the tight brown hole while his other hand squirted oil freely onto his cock until it dribbled down his balls onto the back of Melissa's thighs.
"Ohh!" gasped Melissa, "Is that your cock already?"
"No," Keith smiled, "Just two fingers inside you. I'll tell you when it's the real thing."
"Hmmm," the seventh-grader moaned, "Try three fingers now. Get me good and stretched out first."
"Okay," Keith chuckled, delighted. "Here goes..." And he slowly inserted a third finger into Melissa's anus.
"Wait," Melissa gasped, grimacing, "Just hold on a minute and let me try to relax." Keith held still while a look of concentration crossed the younger girl's face. After a minute, he could feel the constriction around his fingers ease, just as Melissa commanded, "OK, push them in more. I'm ready."
"Are you really okay?" her mother asked, her voice serious.
"Yeah, I am, believe it or not," her daughter assured her. "It hurt for a minute, but once I could relax, it feels good. Oh!" she gasped as she felt Keith's hand pressed against her butt cheeks. "Are you really all the way in with your fingers?"
"Sure am," her brother confirmed. "You, uh, you want me to try the whole hand?"
"Shit, no!" exclaimed Melissa. "That can be Mom's trick for quite a while. But," she added pensively, "I think I see what you mean, Mom. It really does feel amazing to be filled up like that. Only..." she paused, "It kinda' feels like I'm taking a big poop in reverse."
"Yeah, it does," her mother laughed, "But you get used to the feeling, and its different once he starts thrusting in and out. You'll see." She smiled. She was getting completely turned on by the total lewdness of the scene unfolding before her. "Son, I think she's as warmed up and ready as she's going to be. Time for some serious ass-fucking!"
"Right!" Keith laughed, his voice already becoming hoarse with lust. "You ready, Sis?" he inquired.
"Yep," she confirmed. "Do it, Keith. Fuck me in my ass!" She raised her hips even further up in invitation.
Her brother didn't hesitate and leaned forward, supporting himself on one arm while he guided his now rock-hard erection up against Melissa's oil-slick anal rosette. "Here we go, sis," Keith warned.
"OK, bro," Melissa breathed, her heart pounding with excitement. "Ohhhh!" she moaned as she felt the head of his cock push past her anal sphincter.
"You okay?" Keith asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I am," his sister panted, "It just kinda' took me by surprise. Keep going," she urged him.
"Right, then. Here comes the rest," Keith warned. As he pushed his rigid prick deeper into his sister's rectum he glanced up at his mother, who was watching her children with glittering eyes, Melissa's hands still firmly buried in her own cunt and asshole. "You're loving this, aren't you?" Keith asked with a lopsided grin.
"You bet, honey," Margaret said, her voice husky with arousal, "Almost as much as you are."
Melissa groaned as she felt Keith's body pressed firmly against her butt cheeks. "God, Keith! Are you all the way inside me?"
"I sure am!" he answered. "How's it feeling?"
"It feels...it's hard to describe," His sister mused, "It's definitely not the same as when you're inside my cunt, but it feels good, ya' know?" She glanced up at her mother. "I do see what you mean about how nice it feels to be all filled up. Somehow, it seems like he's filling me up more when he's in my ass. It's okay, Keith," she advised. "Go ahead and move in and out – it doesn't hurt at all."
"Yup," her mother nodded as her son began to slowly thrust his hips in an out. "I love having him in my pussy, in my ass, and in my mouth, and each way is great but different." She chuckled, "I only wish I could have him all three ways at the same time."
"Yeah?" Melissa asked with raised eyebrows. "Maybe what we need is more men." The sudden thought of Keith, Brad, and John Muller occupying all her orifices at once made her heart pound and she felt her pussy start to ooze instantly.
"Wow," her mother said, momentarily nonplussed. "You, um, you're really taking to this fucking thing in a big way, aren't you?" Her eyes bored into her daughter's.
Melissa gave a wry shrug. "Maybe. But it does sound, um, interesting, doesn't it?" She groaned softly with growing pleasure as Keith buried his cock to the hilt in her bowels again.
"We'll see," Margaret said, adding pointedly, "But one thing at a time. Now that you're all set, I've got a big clit that really needs you to suck on it hard and make me come, oh, a few hundred times!"
"OK, Mom," Melissa laughed, lowering her face back into her mother's crotch. She heard the older woman moan in obscene pleasure the instant Melissa's lips found her engorged clit and began to slowly suckle it.
For the next several minutes, the room was filled with the wet, squishy sounds of incestuous fucking, licking, and sucking, punctuated with increasing frequency by gasps and moans of pleasure. Melissa found her focus torn between continuing to lick her mother's clit and the feelings Keith was inducing as he plowed repeatedly in and out of her asshole. The entire situation was amazingly erotic, and amazingly intimate. `We're all inside each other's bodies,' she thought to herself, and it gave her a warm, comforting sensation of belonging. All the hurt and loneliness from earlier had now completely melted away; Melissa knew she was exactly where she wanted to be doing just the right thing with people she loved completely. She felt a smile spread across her face even as she suckled her mother's clit and lashed it repeatedly with her tongue.
"Hoh! God, yeah! Just like that, baby!" her mother gasped. "You – hunngggh! You make me feel – ohhh! So fucking good! Shit! Keep that up – haaagghhh! Keep that up and I'm gonna' – God! I'm gonna come in no time. Sheeeeeiiiittt!"
Thus encouraged, Melissa began to whip her tongue back and forth across her mother's tumescent clitoris even more vigorously. At the same time, she felt Keith begin to speed up the pumping of his prick in an out of her backside, and she began to push back against him with her hips, forcing his cock even more deeply into her anus with each stroke. She was becoming deeply aroused herself and wished there were some way to get something in contact with her own clit, but both her hands her trapped inside her mother's body.
By now, Margaret was beginning to thrash and writhe as the impending orgasm built within her. A steady stream of gasps, moans, and curses flowed out of her mouth, rising in pitch by the second. "Haaagghhhh! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Hunggghhh! Hunngggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Hoh, God! Unnggh! Yeah, yeah! Oh, God! You're doing it! You're doing it! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck! Haieeeeeee!"
And with a trailing, shrill scream, Margaret's body began shuddering and flailing, her arms flapping wildly up and down on the bed as her climax swept through her. Melissa struggled to keep her hands fully embedded in her mother's vagina and rectum as the liberal amount of baby oil they'd used threatened to allow them to slip out. But they were also held in place by the pulsing constrictions caused be her mother's orgasms, tightening rhythmically around her two hands. Melissa doggedly held on and continued to buzz her mother's clit with her tongue, prolonging the woman's orgasm until she could tell her mother was starting to struggle for air before relenting. She felt the older woman's body sag bag into the mattress with relief.
Melissa raised her head. "You okay, Mom?" she grunted, as Keith's relentless thrusting into her from behind was making it difficult to speak.
"Hoh, yeah," Margaret sighed. "You wouldn't believe how good that feels with you all the way inside me like that."
"I like it – hunggh! Like it, too, Mom," Melissa tried to say. "It's – ugghhh! It's like, oh, I don't know, hoofff! It's like I'm completely a part of you. Hunnggghh!"
Margaret reached down to stroke her daughter's sweat-drenched hair. "You always were a part of me, baby, and you always will be."
"Yeah – unngghh! I know," her daughter grimaced as Keith violently slammed into her ass again. "But this just makes me – ooofff! Makes me feel so much closer – huh! Closer to you. Can we try this again some time? Hunnngghh!"
"Sure, baby girl," her mother murmured, caressing Melissa's face. "But not for a few days. After wrecking my body like this, I'm going to need some time to let everything relax back to its normal size."
"I'll – hunnggghh! I'll bet!" Melissa shook her head in wonder. "I can't even – hohhh! I can't even imagine."
Margaret glanced up at her son as he continued to rut obscenely, pounding into her daughter's asshole. His face was flushed and sweating and his eyes were screwed tight with effort and rising arousal "So, you like fucking Melissa's ass, do you, son?"
"Fuck, yeah!" Keith groaned, his voice hoarse and breathless. "It's so – unnggghh! So amazingly tight – hunngggh! But so slippery and – unngghhh! Buttery! Haagghhh! I love fucking you, Sis!" he cried spontaneously.
"Well I love fucking you, too – unnggghh!" Melissa chuckled between the violent jolts to her body as Keith's tempo increased. "It – hunnggghh! It sounds like you're – ooofff! You're about to come!"
"Ohhh, God, yeah!" her brother moaned.
"Do it, Keith!" Melissa grunted, "Come in me! Hunnggghhh! Come in my ass! Hoooffff! Fill my ass – unnggghhh! With your come!" She bent her head down once more and began to suckle her mother's clit so that the older woman could share in the sensation.
"Ohhhhhhhh! God! Hunnggghhh! Baby!" Margaret cried, taken by surprise at the sudden onslaught on her still-sensitive clitoris.
Behind Melissa, Keith suddenly began jerking madly as he emptied himself into her rectum. "Hohhh! God! Hunnggghhh! Fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming in you, Sis! Hoh, shit! Haaagghhh!" he shouted.
Melissa could feel her brother's cock pulsing inside her and knew her bowels were filling up with his thick, warm semen. She desperately needed to come herself, and redirected her frustration onto her mother's clit, relentlessly sucking it and flicking it rapidly with her tongue, while Keith continued to shudder behind her as he slowly collapsed atop her.
Margaret was beside herself with sexual sensation, barely able to stand the feel of Melissa's tongue on her clit, but so highly aroused that she couldn't bear to make her stop. "Ohhh! God damn, you!" she cursed, her voice hoarse and raspy, "You're – unnggghhh! You're gonna' make me – Shit! You fucking bitch! You're gonna' make me come – haaaggghhh! Come again! God! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! I'm – aaaggghhh! I'm gonna' get you – God! I'm gonna' get you back, you sly bitch! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" Her back arched involuntarily as the obscene sensations coursed through her.
Melissa held on with determination, despite finding it difficult to breathe with the full weight of her brother pressing down on her back. She began to fiercely buzz her mother's clit with her tongue.
"Do it," she was startled to her Keith whisper in her ear, "Make her come good, Sis!"
"Hmm-hmm," Melissa assented, her mouth full of her mother's pussy, and she doggedly kept whipping the woman's clit, sucking it fully into her mouth as her tongue flicked it.
"Hahhh! Hoh! Aaagghhh!" Margaret gasped, her body writhing while her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly. "Oh, shit! Baby! Unnggghhh! Unggghhh! Unggghhh! Shit! Here I go! Aaaaggggghhhh!"
Suddenly, just as she felt her mother's clit begin to quiver and pulse with the now-familiar indication of orgasm, Melissa tasted a salty, bitter, acrid fluid in her mouth and realized that her mother was emptying her bladder. `Ha!' thought Melissa, `If that's all you meant by getting me back, I can handle that!' and she eagerly lapped up the hot liquid, swallowing as much as she could and allowing the rest the flow and dribble down over her wrists and onto the bed below.
Finally, her mother's spasmodic jerking eased, and Melissa raised her head after giving her mother's pussy one last, long lick to clean up any remaining urine. "Hmmmm," she murmured, "You taste good, Mom."
"I told you," Margaret replied breathlessly, her breasts still rising and falling rapidly, "I told you I'd get you back."
"You can get me back like that any time, Mom," Melissa grinned.
"What?" Keith demanded. "What are you talking about?"
"Mom peed in my mouth when she came," Melissa explained with a sidelong glance at her brother.
"Really?" Keith exclaimed in amazement. "Man, you weren't kidding about liking piss, were you?"
"Not a bit, brother," Melissa smiled sweetly. "I love it. So does Mom," she added.
"Yeah, I got that," the boy grinned. "Any peeing I have to do, I do it right here."
"Do you have to pee again?" Margaret asked hopefully, her eyes glittering with incestuous lust.
"Uh, not right now, Mom," he shook his head, "But I'll let you know."
"Or better yet, don't let me know," Margaret leered. "That's the kind of surprise I love any time."
"Oh! Oh, okay," her son murmured, shaking his head in wonder. "You guys are both so..."
"Kinky?" his mother suggested, "Sexy? Hot? Amazing?"
"Yeah, all that," Keith nodded with a grin.
"Hey, I hate to interrupt," Melissa broke in, "But both of you have been coming and coming, and I've got a very neglected pussy here," her voice mockingly whiny. "Keith, you don't suppose you could squeeze in her under me and lick my cunt while I make Mom come some more, do you?"
"Better get to it, son," Margaret barked hoarsely with a laugh, her throat raw from her previous orgasmic screaming. "Remember what I said about when a beautiful woman wants you?"
"Sure!" Keith agreed with a smile, and he levered himself up off his sister's back and began to shift his body.
"Wait!" Melissa commanded, struck with lewd inspiration, "First get up here and let me lick the rest of your come off your cock!"
"Oh! Me, too," enthused their mother.
"Really?" Keith asked, his brow wrinkling. "After it's been in your butt?"
"Sure, why not?" Melissa asked with a bravado she didn't feel, once Keith had pointed it out. "How bad could it be?"
"Well, okay," her brother shrugged and he scrambled up to kneel beside his mother's hips and proffered his gleaming, semi-flaccid cock to Melissa's face, a large drop of leftover jism gleaming at the tip.
Melissa leaned far to her left and, with a nervous swallow, took the head of his prick into her soft mouth, and swirled the tongue around the head, gathering and swallowing the gobbet of semen.
"Well?" her mother demanded, "How's it taste?"
Melissa released her brother's organ from her mouth and laughed wryly. "Actually, it mostly just tastes like baby oil." She smacked her lips experimentally. "Not a great taste now that I think of it. Do you suppose," she continued as Keith worked his way up his mother's body to let her envelop his prick in her mouth in turn, "We can find a better-tasting oil if we're going to be doing this a lot?"
"Hmm-hmm," Margaret mumbled, her mouth full of her son's prick. She finally released it and added, "Sure, I'll add it to the shopping list for my next trip to the adult store. And no," she added with a rueful grimace, "I know better than you have either of you two along now."
"What?" Melissa cried, "What did you do, Mom?"
Her mother blushed visibly. "Let's just say I had a momentary lapse of judgment and tried to take Keith into the adult novelty store with me when I got all those toys you've enjoyed. The clerk was a bit unhappy, and I had to make Keith wait in the car," she explained with a rueful grimace.
"Mom!" Melissa exclaimed, aghast, "What were you thinking?"
"I know, I know," Margaret said with a shake of her head before looking at Melissa squarely, "But what I was thinking was that I was going into a sex store with my lover and forgot about how it would look."
"God, Mom," Melissa laughed, "I guess I can understand that. But you've got to be more careful!"
"I know that, baby," her mother nodded. "We all do. Outside this house, we've got to behave like the ideal American family. That goes," she added with a meaningful glance at both her children, "Double when you guys are staying over at John Muller's next week."
"Uh, yeah, Mom, we'll be careful," Melissa said with a frown. "But, uh, John already knows that Stephanie and me have sex."
"Yes, I understand," Margaret said resignedly, "But please at least be discreet. Don't push his face into it."
The thought of pushing John's face into Stephanie and her having sex made her feel suddenly wobbly and she prayed the blush on her face wouldn't betray her inner desires. "Yeah, I get it, Mom," she nodded. "Now," she said, desperate to change the subject, "Keith, I need your tongue on my cunt. Now," she emphasized.
"Sure thing, Sis," Keith laughed, equally glad to have the uncomfortable subject dropped. He had his own secret desires about the following week. He quickly scrambled down the bed to position his face under his sister's crotch. Melissa accommodatingly raised her butt up to allow his head room underneath her hips and sighed with pleasure and relief as she felt her brother's tongue find its way into her oil-slick crevice.
"Ohhh, that's nice, Keith," Melissa murmured as she felt his tongue push its way deeply into her cunt hole. "Sorry about the taste of the oil."
"S'allright," Keith mumbled, his mouth muffled by 12-year-old pussy, and he busied himself with his assigned task.
Before once more lowering her own lips to her mother's clit, she looked up into her mother's eyes, barely visible above the woman's full breasts. "Thanks, Mom," she whispered. "This is just the best thing I could imagine."
"It is, isn't it," Margaret smiled. "I love you both so much."
"We love you, too, Mom," Melissa acknowledged, her voice thick with emotion, and she heard Keith grunt his assent from between her legs. She dropped her head and resumed licking her mother's clit while experimentally moving each of her hands, which were beginning to cramp being imprisoned so long inside her mother's vagina and bowels. Her mother reacted with a moan of pleasure, so Melissa continued to slowly twist and wriggle her buried hands.
The room grew silent except for wet, obscene slurping sounds and occasional moans and gasps of pleasure from the two females as tongues lewdly explored their cunts. Melissa could feel the first stirrings of increased arousal in response to her brother's incestuous oral ministrations and she ground her crotch down firmly onto Keith's face to enhance the sensations. She was deliberately taking it slow this time with her mother's clit, hoping to build up to a truly earth-shattering climax later. And besides, she realized with a mental grin, that allowed her to focus more on hitting a couple of orgasms herself first.
"Ohhhh," Margaret breathed after a while, "You do that so nicely, honey." She gasped as Melissa made the hand in her mother's cunt hole writhe in response. "Hoh! God! You wouldn't believe how that feels, girl! This is better than any fantasy I've ever had. Hmmmmm! Oh, yeah, just like that!" she moaned as her daughter sucked hard on her clit and teased the tip of it with her tongue.
By now, Melissa's own body was beginning to arch and twist involuntarily with rapidly increasing sexual arousal. Keith's tongue was relentless, alternating between flicking over her clit and plunging deeply into her cunt hole, and Melissa could tell she was only a few minutes away from an orgasm. She whimpered softly with pleasure, her mouth still fully engaged with her mother's clit.
At that point, she became aware of an odd sensation – cool air entering her still-gaping anus – and she realized that she still had a full load of her brother's jism inside her asshole. A wicked thought grew in her mind, and she mischievously squeezed and strained to push all the contents of her bowels out so it would drip down onto Keith's face. It occurred to her that her brother might get a face full of shit, but it didn't really feel like she had any turds close to emerging and decided to risk it. Sure enough, she could feel thick liquid being squeezed out of her anal sphincter and dribbling down her pussy. She held her breath, waiting to see if Keith would object, or even notice.
He did notice. After a minute, she heard his voice, muffled from beneath her thighs, asking, "Melissa? Is that my come? Out of your ass?"
Melissa raised her head from her incestuous cunnilingus long enough to answer with a grin, "Uh-huh. Do you like it?"
"God, yeah!" Keith replied. "It tastes different, but fuck me if that isn't the hottest, sexiest thing you've ever done!" His tongue roamed as far up from her cunt towards her anal opening as it could reach, trying to lap up every drop.
"What are doing, babe?" her mother wanted to know. "It sounds good, whatever it is."
"I just – hoh! Damn, that feels good, Keith! I just squeezed all Keith's come out of my ass so he could lick it up. Hungggghhhh! Shit, Keith, that is so – God! So fucking good! Unnnggghh! Hoh! Yeah!" Melissa groaned as her brother's tongue slid rapidly up and down the length of her cunt slit.
"Shit," Margaret moaned, thoroughly aroused by the wanton depravity her children were engaged in, "I wish I could see that! Ohhhhh, God, babe! Unnnggghhh! Shit! Don't stop!"
Melissa replied between intense suckling of her mother's clit, "Maybe we'll stage a replay for you sometime."
"Hoh! Shit! Hunnggghhhh!" Margaret moaned, her back arching and her hands beginning to clutch the sheets in ecstasy. "I'm going to –fuck! Going to hold you – Oh! God! God damn! Hold you to that! Hunnggghh! Hungghhh! Shit! Oh, baby, do it! Suck me hard! Aaaggghhhh! I need you to – shit! Shit! Shit! I need to come! Hunnggghhh! Please, baby! No! Don't tease! God! Suck me, you fucking bitch! Hunnggghhh! Suck me hard! Make me come! Pleeeeaaaassse!"
Melissa had been alternating hard suckling with gentle lapping on her mother's fully engorged clit, teasing her and prolonging the moment of climax, wanting to make her wait until she was ready for her own, but now Keith's rapid tonguing of her own clit made it impossible to hold off any longer. As her own raging orgasm started to build in her plump body, she fiercely seized her mother's clit between her lips, sucked hard and lashed the stiff organ with her tongue as fast and as hard as she could, moaning and desperately trying to draw in enough air through her nostrils as the climax tore through her and shuddered and shook her body from head to toe.
Margaret's reaction was instantaneous. "Ohhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! God damn, yes! Suck it, baby! Hunngggghhhh! Haaggghhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Shit! I'm – fuck! I'm fucking coming so – hunnggghh! So fucking hard! Jesus! Aaaggghhhhh!" the older woman shrieked as her body convulsed with orgiastic pleasure, her toes clenching and her hands spasmodically gripping and releasing the bed sheets.
Melissa tried fervently to stay aware and focused enough through the electric jolts of ecstasy that kept shooting through her to continue to maintain her mouth's grip around her mother's clit, buzzing the turgid nub as fast as she could. She was determined to drive the woman completely over the edge with this climax.
"No! No! Ohhh! God! I can't – I can't – shit!" Margaret was gasping, "No! Please! No more! Fuck! Ohhhh, God! I can't stop coming! Hunggghhh! Hunggghh! Hunngggh! No! Please! Baby! I – shit! I'm gonna' – hoh! Fuck me! Jesus! God damn! I'm gonna' – shit! Haiieeeeeeeeee!"
And with a final, banshee-like scream Melissa's mother began to shudder and convulse like a madwoman. To the girl's amazement, not only did her mouth once again fill up with warm, bitter piss, but she felt both her hands forcibly expelled from where they had been trapped inside her mother's vagina and rectum. A strong, foul stench filled the air, and Melissa realized that her mother's bowels had completely emptied onto the bed along with ejecting her hand.
The room grew suddenly still.
Keith wriggled out from beneath his sister's crotch. "Are you all right?" he whispered.
Melissa turned to him and nodded dubiously. "I am – and thank you very much for a lovely orgasm, by the way," which Keith acknowledged with a quick nod, his brow furrowed with concern, "But I'm not sure about Mom. She kinda' made a great big mess here."
Keith quickly clambered up the bed to peer closely at their mother's sweat-covered and slack-jawed face. Then a huge snore emerged from the older woman's mouth.
Brother and sister looked at each other for a moment, and then burst into giggles.
"Wow!" Keith marveled at last. "You really did a number on her, didn't you?"
"Yeah, well," Melissa mumbled, suddenly embarrassed, "It's not the first time one of us has made the other come so hard we pass out. Something else we sorta' share, sexually, ya' know?"
"Hmmm. Really?" Keith looked fascinated. "Good to know." He glanced down at the soiled sheets and wrinkled his nose. "What are we going to do about all this? I thought I'd be okay sleeping on a bed full of piss, but this...?"
"We'll just have to clean it up," Melissa shrugged, her voice matter of fact. "Let's just get a bunch of towels from the closet, get `em damp in the bathroom, and mop everything up. I need to clean myself up a bit, too, before I get back into bed." She raised up her hand that had been buried in their mother's ass, now coated a slick, oily brown and reeking of shit.
Keith grimaced. "Right," he agreed, and the two set off for the closet and bathroom.
A few minutes later, armed with a load of damp towels, they began mopping up the soiled bedsheets, gently rolling their still-snoring mother onto her side so they could clean up underneath her better. Keith's breath drew in sharply as they finally succeeded in getting the older woman on her side.
"What?" demanded Melissa, puzzled.
Keith mutely pointed at their mother's asshole, tugging her butt cheek up further to fully expose the gaping opening that remained after Melissa's fisting.
"Shit," breathed Melissa at last, "I'll bet she's gonna' be sore as hell in the morning!"
"Probably for days," muttered Keith darkly, clearly anticipating his fun being curtailed.
"Oh, well, Bro," his sister murmured with a sweet smile, "At least you know I like getting fucked in both my cunt and my ass, so you shouldn't be too deprived. And," she added with a shrug, I'm sure Mom will be happy to suck you whenever you want."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Keith said, brightening.
"But wasn't that just the most amazing, kinkiest thing you've ever seen?" Melissa asked rather dreamily as she resumed her housekeeping tasks.
"It sure as fuck was!" her brother heartily agreed. "Mom's truly the most amazing, hottest, sexiest woman there is!"
"You'll get no argument from me," Melissa nodded, before adding mischievously, "Of course, you haven't had a chance to try Stephanie yet."
"You-you're kidding! Stephanie's into sex like Mom? You think she'd do this?" Keith almost spluttered.
"Well, no, maybe not like this," Melissa had to agree, though thinking that if her friend had already managed to fit her father's monstrous cock all the way up her pussy, a hand wasn't that much bigger. "But she's totally into sex, and she really is smitten with you, too."
With a meaningful glance at their still-sleeping mother, Keith mumbled, "Cool, but maybe talk about it later, eh?"
Melissa just laughed and gave one last wipe of the bedclothes before gathering up the towels.
"Where are you going with those," Keith wanted to know.
"Aw, I'm just going to set them at the top of the stairs on my way back to the bathroom. I don't want to take them all the way downstairs to the laundry, but I don't want them stinking up the room anymore, either."
"Hmmm," Keith nodded, "Might not be a bad idea to grab an air-freshener from the bathroom on our way back, too."
"Good plan," Melissa agreed.
In the bathroom, having dropped off the dirty towels, Melissa started diligently scrubbing her hands. Keith stepped up to the toilet. "What are you doing?" Melissa demanded. "No peeing except in bed tonight, remember?"
"Really?" Keith looked annoyed. "I've really got to go, and Mom's too out of it to even notice."
"Yeah? Well maybe I'd like to be peed on, too. Did you ever think about that?" the twelve-year-old girl said with lowered eyes.
Keith swallowed. "Uh, yeah, sure," he muttered, clearly flustered. "But, um, do you think..." his voice trailed off.
"What, Keith?" Melissa asked, her eyebrows raised. "What do you want? Just ask!" she commanded.
"Well, um, I saw how you sucked the piss right out of Mom and drank it all up, and I was, uh, kinda' wondering if..."
Melissa laughed delightedly, "You want me to suck your cock and drink your piss? Why didn't you just say so? In fact," she went on with a sultry gleam in her eye, "You don't ever have to ask me that. From now on, just put your cock in my face and say, `I have to pee', and I'll take care of the rest!"
"Really?" Keith exclaimed, dumbfounded. "Cool!"
"But can you hold it until I can get back in bed? I'm almost done here..."
"Uh, yeah, sure," Keith nodded eagerly.
Melissa finally rinsed the last of the soap off her hands and toweled them dry. "Now," she said simply, and brother and sister bounded back to their mother's bed, their nude bodies still glistening with oil and sweat. After a quick check on their mother to be certain she was still sleeping comfortably, Melissa snuggled in next to her and pulled a sheet and blanket over them, motioning her brother to straddle her chest so his prick was easily accessible.
Their mother stirred briefly and mumbled, "Wha- wha's happnin'?"
"It's okay, Mom," Melissa whispered, "Keith's just going to piss in my mouth."
"At's nice," the woman murmured weakly and then resumed snoring, turning onto her back again and scooting up close to Melissa.
With a shrug and a wry grin at Keith, she motioned for him to scoot up so his limp cock was at her lips. Melissa bent her head forward and took the soft organ fully into her mouth, nodding to let her brother know she was ready.
Keith frowned for a moment, concentrating, and then Melissa felt a warm, salty fluid filling her mouth. To her delight, she found that it was not nearly as strong or acrid as her mother's pee, and she easily swallowed spurt after spurt. She was even more intrigued to notice that Keith's prick was starting to swell in her mouth – clearly, he found the activity a turn-on, too.
Melissa's fingers had already surreptitiously crept down between her legs the moment Keith began to relieve himself in her waiting mouth, but now she was struck with mischievous inspiration. Gathering up two fingerfulls the slick mixture of baby oil and her own now-freely-flowing cunt juices, she reached behind Keith and wormed both slippery fingers into the boy's tightly puckered asshole.
Keith's eyes flew open and he gasped, "Ohhhhh! God, Sis! That feels – ohhh! Fucking amazing!"
Melissa was highly pleased with herself and was proud to see that the more she pushed her fingers in and out of her brother's butt hole, the harder his cock grew in her mouth. Small jets of mildly flavored urine were still emerging from the tip of his organ, and the girl concentrated on sucking every drop out, continuing to hold as much of its girth in her mouth as she could despite its rapid swelling.
She thrust her fingers even more deeply into Keith's anus and as satisfied to hear him moan with pleasure, "Ohhhhh! Melissa! You suck me so good! I can't believe you drank all my pee! Ohhh, shit! God, Sis, if you keep that up, I'm gonna' come again!"
"Hmm-hmm" Melissa nodded with glee, her mouth full of fourteen-year-old boy-cock. She redoubled her efforts finger-fucking her brother's ass while she sucked him for all she was worth.
"Hohh! My God, Sis! You- you're doing it! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, God! Oh, shit! Hunnggghhh! Hunnghh! Hunnggh! Here it comes! Hohhhhhhhh!" and with a low groan, Keith's cock began spurting thick cream into Melissa's eager mouth.
To her amazement, she could distinctly feel each orgasmic spasm around her fingers buried deep in her brother's bowels. She sucked hard on his rhythmically pulsating cock, relishing the feel and taste of his semen on her tongue and the way it slid obscenely down her throat. She realized that Keith had now come in all of her openings – cunt, ass, and mouth – in the space of a few hours and she felt inordinately smug. For a brief instant, she wondered if Stephanie was getting as much from her dad but pushed the thought away as unworthy. Melissa was so happy now, she couldn't be jealous of her friend, not one bit.
With a final, huge sigh, Keith's body deflated on top of her, and she had to push him off to the side, giggling, so she could breathe. "C'mon, Bro," she commanded, "Get over on the other side of Mom and snuggle up so we can all get some sleep."
"Yeah, I guess, huh?" her brother mumbled blearily, clearly spent. "I can't believe we have to go back to school tomorrow." He pushed himself up and off the bed, padding around to the other side and climbing in next to their naked mother. His lips absently found her nipple and suckled softly; their mother responded with a contented whicker, so, with a shrug, Melissa draped her body over her mother's, latching onto the other nipple between her lips. And with a final, contented sigh of relief, she let her bladder loose, dribbling her hot piss onto her mother's thigh until she was completely empty.
She closed her eyes and was asleep in an instant. But the happy smile never left her face.