Chapter 9
There was just no way I could keep myself locked in Lori's apartment a moment longer. Throwing on a coat, I dashed out of the building and climbed aboard the Vespa. The trip on the open, tiny motor scooter all the way to the suburbs was a rough one, but the only discomfort I felt was that occasioned by my own anxiety.
It was about ten when I arrived on our street. Parking down the block so Lori and Rick wouldn't hear the Vespa, I crept up into our yard until I was in the bushes at the bottom of the living room's picture window. Peering in at the corner, I could see through a gap in the drapes into the house.
The television was on. I recognized a re-run of an old serial. Yes, it was after ten all right.
I shifted the direction of my glancing view to the other side of the room. Lori and Rick were nowhere in sight, but the kids were lolling on the sofa in their pajamas with their eyes glued to the action on the TV set.
I heard the kids start to talk during a commercial. By plastering my ear against the window I could make out the words.
"That was a howl when Mom served that gook to Dad instead of his Friday meatloaf," Nancy chuckled.
"Yeah, did you see the old man's face?" Tommy laughed. "He looked like he was going to kill her."
"I thought it was pretty slick, though, the way she cooled him down and got him to take her to a restaurant," Nancy interjected. "I've never seen Mom so smooth."
So my fantasy hadn't come true after all. Nothing had actually happened like my imagination had figured it. I felt bathed in a warm glow of relief.
"The best part is that we get to stay up late and watch Police State for a change," my twelve year old son boyishly enthused. "Shhhhh, here it comes back on again. I think there's an ambush coming up."
Nancy wasn't looking at the TV screen, however. Her eyes were riveted to a gap at the fly of her brother's pajamas. From where she sat she could easily see what he had between his legs.
My warm glow of relief evaporated like it had just been hit by a blast of desert air.
"Hey, what're you looking at?" he suddenly noticed her stare.
Nancy just smiled. Then she passed the tip of her tongue over her upper lip.
"What's going on here?" Tommy blustered. "You tell me what's so funny or I'll bust you one, even if you are my sister and a girl."
She still didn't answer with words. Instead she laid her hand down in his lap and inserted his fingers in the opening of his fly.
"Oooooohhh," he suddenly moaned. "You're gonna make me wet if you don't stop that."
"That's the general idea, isn't it?" she crooned. Then, lifting his prick from his pajamas, Nancy began stroking it.
Tommy's cock swelled by the second. By the time it was completely hard it was as long as his father's.
"This is better than TV, don't you think?" Nancy teased her brother.
He agreed it was by asking, "Are you gonna let me fuck you again tonight, Nancy? I want it real bad."
"After I see what kind of job you do in my mouth," she replied. "My stomach is grumbling for some of my little brother's hot cum."
"Then blow me," he gushed. "My nuts are already turning blue."
She stripped him and laid him out on the couch. His cock was sticking straight up in the air like a derrick.
Slowly, tantalizingly, Nancy began to give her little brother head. At first the only part of his prick her lips covered was the throbbing head. Then, gradually, she began slurping her way down the gracefully arching shaft.
"God, I'm lucky to have a big sister like you," Tommy moaned appreciatively. "Nobody can suck my cock the way you can, Nancy."
I shivered, thinking of who else my son might be having sex with. And if Tommy was so experienced at twelve, what must his fifteen-year-old sister be up to with her friends?
My own sheltered kids were apparently as sexually active as the immorally raised Sandy. I felt like I had completely failed as a mother.
"Jesus!" Tommy shrieked. "Jesus, I'm gonna have cream!"
His hard-on lurched to the hilt in Nancy's mouth, as he gasped with the thrill of release. Suddenly her cheeks were swelling with all the cum that was rushing into her mouth.
After a few moments of apparently solid spurting, she couldn't hold it anymore and the boy-jism came surging from her gasping mouth. When she momentarily turned and looked toward the window, I had a full view of my daughter's semen-drenched face. I couldn't take the shock, and averted my gaze. It was just too, too horrible.
However some masochistic impulse within me would not permit me to ignore the action for long. Eventually I was uncontrollably staring through the gap in the drapes again, panting to see what was going to happen next. I didn't know whether to be more ashamed that I had raised two such children, or that I had a voyeur's urge to spy on them.
Tommy, already nude, was undressing his older sister now. I felt my mouth involuntarily water from her beauty as he efficiently stripped away her nightie. At fifteen, my daughter was an absolute knock-out-even sexier than her cousin Sandy.
Her tits were nearly as large as a grown woman's, but without any of drooping heaviness of an adult's. They sprung from her chest like they were filled with coiled wire. At the pointed tips, the nipples protruded like little red light bulbs.
After taking in the splendor of her teenage breasts, my bulging eyes took inventory of the rest of Nancy's spectacularly nude body. Looking her over was a sinful treat I just couldn't withhold from myself.
Her belly was as firm as iron mesh. The curve of her hips was like graceful anatomical poetry. Her legs were long, lean and tanned.
But, of course, the best was right in the middle. At the crux of her honeyed thighs in a jet black triangle of unbelievable sensuality.
Her cunt. The soul of her femininity.
Just looking at it made me hot all over. Soon my own pussy was leaking down my thighs.
What a hairy twat she had for a fifteen-year-old girl. I hadn't really gotten a good look between her legs since I'd stopped giving her baths several years ago. My daughter had grown up beyond my wildest dreams. Where had the time flown?
He was so excited, Tommy's hard-on was poking into Nancy's stomach. His prick hadn't gone down an iota from recently coming. So commanding was his arousal that now I turned my attention to a thorough inspection of my son's body.
Body-hair hadn't come yet to signify impending manhood on my son, but everything else had. Not even fully grown yet, his cock was big enough to satisfy the cunt of any woman. His balls were round and churning, bobbing up and down in their tight, pink sack.
I felt a maddening desire to reach out and touch him. To grip my fingers around his slim tool and stroke its foreskin over its sensitive, throbbing head.
But, of course, Nancy was the only one who could do anything about what I saw. And she was a lot more ambitious than any simple jack job.
"Fuck me, Tommy," she said, falling back on the couch so her legs flew open. Her cunt was flexing between her spread thighs like a hairy fist.
Tommy charged her with boyish enthusiasm. Before he could get it in, he flailed her with the pole of his cock. The leftover cum that had coated it smeared whitely all over the dense curls of Nancy's billowing pubic bush.
"Settle down, little brother, settle down," the more experienced Nancy soothed him. "I want to feel your prick inside my cunt, not have it beat me black and blue."
"Sorry, Sis," he gulped self-consciously. "It's just that seeing your pussy all spread open like that in front of me makes me go ape. None of the girls at junior high have a cunt anywhere near yours."
"Your compliments are always gratefully accepted," she replied. "But your dick in my tight snatch will get you a lot further than any flattery."
Tommy was steadied now, and took his hard-on in his hand like a dagger. He thrust it in and twisted it like he was doing in an enemy between the shoulder blades.
Apparently Nancy was experiencing the same imagery. "Stab me, Tommy, stab me!" she cried. "Rip me up inside!"
The little sex maniac was doing his best. He was using his prick like a weapon, cutting and slashing his sister's cunt with it.
"Harder ... harder!" she implored. "Fuck me harder!"
I didn't think it was possible for Tommy to apply any more energy to his violent fucking motion, but I underestimated his inexhaustible storehouse of youthful vigor. Not only could he accelerate his movements until the lower half of his body was a blur, he never even took a deep breath. His father would be dead of a heart attack by now.
"Ahhh, that's it," Nancy whimpered with joy. "Now you're really fucking me, little brother."
It was time for the cum. I was so mesmerized that I made no pretense of looking away from something my conscience kept telling me was repulsive.
"Unnnnhhhh!" Tommy grunted and his loins jerked like he'd just taken a live wire up his butt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Nancy gasped as the spunk came rolling into her cunt.
The seminal lather appeared in bowed bands of froth at the sides of Nancy's cock-filled pussy. Almost immediately it was trickling down her thighs. Tommy was apparently coming more the second time than the first.
Finally I broke my lock on my gaze and kneeled down in the bushes facing the ground beneath me. In my shame and guilt, the dirt was just where I felt I belonged.
How could this have happened, I wailed inside. How could I have been such a failure as a mother after I'd tried so hard?
I couldn't be mad at the kids. It wasn't their fault I'd done such a miserable job bringing them up.
I felt such a gap between us. I couldn't see how at this late date we could ever work things out and be honest with each other. The kids would resent it if I tried to stick my nose in their business after so many years of being ignorant of their wants and needs.
I found myself envious of Lori. I had always frowned on the permissive way she'd raised Sandy, but at least the two of them had no secrets from one another. Despite all the facets of their life-style that would cause respectable people to raise their eyebrows, Lori and Sandy were as close as a mother and her child are supposed to be.
Feeling like I had to get as far away as I could from the house before I puked, I tried to lift myself to my feet. Wobbly but upright, I turned to leave.
A blood-curdling scream stopped me in my tracks. One of Nancy's.
Dropping automatically to my knees again, I resumed my vigil at the window, not knowing what I expected to see. Looking back, I was naive not to have figured it out in advance.
Unless he was breaking her arm or slashing her throat, there was only one way Tommy could get his sister to scream like that. He was fucking her in the ass.
"Oooooh, it's so tight, Tommy, it's so tight," Nancy articulated her joyful agony. "It hurts so gooood."
He was standing over her tipped-over form with his palms flushed against the cheeks of her ass to steady her. Both of them behaved as though they'd performed this particular act several times before.
"Can't you push it in any deeper?" my daughter pantingly questioned her brother. "I want to feel the head of your cock all the way in my shit."
"I hope you've got plenty of it inside you," Tommy responded. "I like the way that hot crap squishes against the end of my dick."
"Don't worry, little brother," Nancy cracked, "I assure you your big sister is full of shit."
Tommy laughed, gouging his prick into her asshole to the hilt. His balls were tightly squashed against her cunt, doing some chafing work on her clit. The harder he fucked her in the butt, the more he stimulated the sensitive outer petals of her pussy. She had to be coming in both holes.
As they went at it hot and heavy, I was seized by anxiety. Although my eyes were transfixed by the lewdly incestuous action rocking the living room sofa, inside I knew I didn't have the emotional strength to witness another ejaculation.
"I've got to get out of here," I heard myself whisper. The sound of my own words made me flinch.
My voice had an eerie quality that made it seem like it was coming from someone else. It was hard for me to believe that it was actually me squatting here in the bushes spying on my children fucking.
I felt disembodied-as though I was watching this ghastly episode in my life unfold in some horror movie. This couldn't really be happening. Oh, but it was.
That was definitely Tommy pulling his spurting prick out of his sister's ass with a loud pop and coming all over her back. Only distance, a pane of glass, and stark, raving fear prevented me from being able to reach out and touch them.
God, Tommy's cum was even thicker than before. My son could apparently keep shooting it all night as long as he had his big sister to fuck. I didn't dare think which sexual variation they would attempt next.
When the bile rose in my throat, I knew I had stayed around too long. Dunking my head into the bushes I vomited as silently as I could.
When I was finished I teetered to my feet and stumbled across the lawn. I had to get to the Vespa down the block and get out of here. Never had I felt such a desperate desire to escape the suburbs and the middle-class way of life.