Chapter 1

"I wonder who Mom's got with her tonight?" thirteen-year-old Christie Devins asked her brother, Vic.

Fifteen-year-old Vic, sitting up in his own bed across the room, flashed back a smile. "You've got me," he replied. "But it sure sounds like they're having fun!"

The Devins-Christie, Vic and their mother, Rachel-lived in a low-income neighborhood in an older section of Denver. While their two-bedroom house had been reasonably well kept up, there was no denying that it was an old house-and that the walls were pitifully thin.

Thin enough, at least, for the low, horny moans from their mother's bedroom to come drifting through to them clearly, plainly. And the moans weren't the only thing the two children could hear. They could also hear their mother speaking.

"Ohhhh...." Rachel Devins' voice floated faintly to them. "Ohh, I'm all wet. Hurry, you big stud. Please hurry...."

Now Christie sat up, perking her ears. Rachel Devins' husband had deserted the family only a month after Christie's birth and had never been heard from since. Rachel had raised the children herself, and had provided for them by working as a secretary. But a secretary's pay was not that much, and one of the things that had to be foregone had been the luxury of individual bedrooms for the children.

But the situation did have its compensations, and one of these was that Christie and Vic Devins-both healthy, handsome kids-were closer than most brothers and sisters ever dreamed of being.

This closeness was reflected in the intimate, conspiratorial glance that Vic shot the girl. "What do you say?" he asked. "Should we go down the hall for a better listen?"

Christie looked doubtful. "I don't know, Vic. Mom's entitled to her privacy, just like anybody. I don't think it's right that we should-"

Vic cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Aww, come on, Christie. Who's gonna be hurt? The door'll be closed like usual and Mom won't know a thing. And besides, you can't tell me you're not just aching for a better listen. Shit, if you don't get off on hearing Mom screw, you sure as hell get off on the fantasies it gives you."

The pretty blonde girl blushed. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Vic gave a small laugh. "Sorry, sis, I didn't mean to embarrass you. But ... well, you did make an awful lot of sounds when we got back to bed after the last time we listened."

Christie looked down guiltily and began to speak, but she was interrupted by another, louder moan from beyond the thin wall.

"Mmmmm...." her mother panted. "That's right ... finger me like that, baby ... the clit ... Mmmmm ... Oh-ohhhhhh...."

Vic flicked his covers back, slid his feet to the floor, and then leaned back across his bed. His cock-young, healthy and thick-was standing straight up throbbing.

"See," he said. "How could you help but get horny with something like that going on in the next room?"

Christie still had a look of shame about her. "But ... our own mother...."

Vic stood up and reached for a robe. "It's not just our mom that's turning us on," he pointed out. "It's what she and whoever that dude with her are doing. Hell, I'm not gonna be a hypocrite. It does turn me on, and it turns you on too."

"No ... no, it doesn't."

The boy crossed the room and sat down beside her. "No, of course it doesn't," he said facetiously. "I just imagined you moaning and groaning and twisting around on the bed the other night while you jerked yourself off after we got back." He reached over and peeled back the sheets that covered her, exposing a pair of firm, girlish breasts. He reached over and, with a thumb and index finger, briefly flicked one of the nipples. It was already hard. Hard and pink, like some small, tasty cherry candy. "And I'm only imagining this," he continued. Then he stood up and reached for the girl's robe, holding it out for her. "Come on, Christie," he implored. "I'm going. It sounds like they're really getting down tonight. And you're being a hypocrite if you're saying you don't want to come with me."

With a faint sigh the girl threw back the rest of her covers and stood up, taking the flimsy cotton robe being offered to her.

"All right," she said weakly. "Let's go and listen. You're right, it does turn me on. But, Vic, we have to be quiet. I still feel that this isn't right."

"We'll be quiet, all right," Vic said, and he reached out and took her hand, leading her toward their bedroom door. "And let's start being quiet now. Not that Mom'll notice," he added with a wolfish leer.

Opening the door, he stepped out into the darkened hallway of the old house with his sister close behind them. Still holding hands, and moving on the balls of their feet, they made the short trip to the next doorway down.

For some reason, the graphic lovemaking sounds from their mother's room sounded louder tonight than they had on the four or five previous occasions that the children had eavesdropped. And as they approached their mom's bedroom, they found out the reason why.

The door had been left open....

Their mother's voice drifted out to them once again, louder this time. Louder, and hornier!

"Jesus ... oh, Christ baby ... are you hung ... oh Jesus, let me suck that big beautiful dick."

Both of the children's hearts were pounding with expectation as well as lust as they shot each other one final glance, and then approached the open door.

There was no telling how the door had been left open. Probably their mother, unlike the other times, had been in too much of a hurry to remember to close it. But whatever the reasons, they hardly concerned the Devins kids right then.

This was no time to think. It was a time to watch-and be turned on!

Keeping their bodies around the doorjamb so that only their heads showed, Vic and Christie peered in. Christie knelt down, and Vic stood just behind and above her. And both of their eyes were wide and staring. As well they might be.

The scene unfolding in the softly lit bedroom before them was indeed an erotic one.

Rachel Devins was a well-shaped brunette in her late thirties, and at the moment that the kids peeked in, she was in the process of giving head to a well-endowed stud who was about the same age as she.

The bedroom was illuminated by a soft pink glow from a bedside lamp. Both Rachel and the man were nude. He lay on his back, his head on the pillows, his hands holding and guiding the woman's head as it bobbed up and down on his hard, erect cock. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth quivered with lust.

"That's it, baby," he moaned. "Suck me. Use your fingers on my balls. Ahhh ... mmmmmm ... give me throat, mama. Let me fuck that beautiful throat!"

Complying with her lover's wishes, Rachel moved one of her hands up his inner thigh and began kneading his tight, cum-filled balls. Occasionally she would let one of her long painted fingernails scratch him ever so lightly, and the sensation would cause him to moan even louder than before. When she did this his hips would buck and he would fuck her mouth harder, deeper.

After a few moments of this torture/teasing game, she slid her hand from his nuts and moved it back to the cock itself. Her head continued bobbing up and down over the erect muscle, but with a slight difference.

"Mmmmm, that's it, you little whore," he gasped. "Mmmmmm ... ohhhh, mama-"

Rachel pumped her hot, sucking mouth down on his shaft as far and as wetly as she could, until the head of his prick was caressing the roof of her throat. Then, with maddening slowness, she drew her head up, still milking the prick for everything she had. Up her head moved, until the tip of the cock was the only thing left in her mouth. Now the hand that had been playing with the balls came back into motion. Puckering up her mouth to create as much suction as possible, she bobbed up and down only on that precious last half inch or so of throbbing love muscle, while her warm fingers grabbed hold of the rest of the pulsating meat and slowly, gently squeezed and caressed it, sliding up and down the entire length of the shaft in a smooth, rhythmic motion. Her saliva from the deep-throat job acted as a lubricant, and soon the man on the bed was going out of his mind with pleasure.

"Mmmmmm, Rachel," he gasped. "Make me cum, baby. Make me cum in that hot wet mouth of yours. Drink my cum, baby ... ohhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmm...."

His pelvis bucked wildly on the bed as she continued masturbating him with her mouth and hand. But she did not obey him. Instead she made the sensual torture even more intense!

While Christie and Vic watched in spellbound silence, their mother reached with her free hand underneath the man she was servicing. Within moments her sharp-nailed index finger had found his asshole. The finger dipped in slightly and the fingernail found super-sensitive flesh. The fingernail found it-and began rotating across it.

"How does that feel, baby?" she whispered.

"Does your woman know how to give head?"

The man was so far into another world that he hardly heard her. He was panting loudly as her mouth continued to milk his cockhead, and he gave a little gasp of pure lust every time her nails dug deeper into his ass.

"Make me cum, baby ... please, in your mouth ... make me cum-" He sounded almost like a dying man begging for water.

Suddenly she stopped, pulling her head back.

"No," she said softly, yet firmly. "I want it in my pussy, from behind."

Out in the hallway Vic gave a small, appreciative laugh. "Boy, Mom sure is a tease," he said.

Kneeling below him, Christie gave no sign that she heard and, looking over her shoulder, Vic could see why.

Christie was busy with something else!

The scene in their mother's bedroom was turning her on, all right. It must have been, at least judging from the way the thirteen-year-old girl was breathing and-more importantly-the way her right hand was moving under the folds of her robe. The quick, jerking movements of her wrist left little to the boy's imagination.

Christie was beating off while she watched her mother make love....

In the bedroom Rachel moved from the kneeling position she had assumed while giving head, and lay flat on her belly with her firm, well-shaped ass slightly elevated. Her jet-black hair made a stimulating contrast against the pure whiteness of her smooth back.

The man came up onto his knees on the bed and she reached over and touched his cock, wiggling a fingernail back and forth beneath the sensitive head.

"Come on, daddy," she moaned. "Shoot that beautiful load up into momma. I need it so bad ... give me the fucking of my everlovin' life."

Moving smoothly, his cock still glistening with the moistness of her mouth, he spread her legs and slid between them from behind. Taking his dick in one hand, he guided it toward the waiting cunt.

"Here it comes, beautiful," he said. "Take every inch of it ... and every drop!"

He paused for a moment, rubbing the tip of the cock up and down across the damp lips of her love-hole. Now it was his turn to tease, and he made the most of it. The woman began gasping and thrashing on her belly below him. Her fingers clawed at the sides of the bed with hungry frustrations.

"Ummmmmmm ... Mmmmmmm ... screw me, daddy ... screw your horny bitch ... Mmmmmmm-"

While Vic and Christie watched, the man took their mother's hips and lifted her ass and pulled back, while at the same time pushing his hips forward. His long hard dick slipped smoothly and effortlessly into her waiting, sucking cunt. The guy sank his cock in up to the base. Then his ass muscles tightened and loosened before the youthful voyeurs' eyes as he started slow-fucking Rachel with practiced, expert thrusts.

It was more than young Vic could stand. His sister had the right idea, he reasoned. What else the hell was someone supposed to do in a situation like this, if not beat off?

Reaching into his robe, he brought out his already stiff prick and began teasing himself while the man fucked his mother. The head of his adolescent prick was already slippery with a few drips of cum, and this gave him all the lather he needed.

Without thinking, while he watched the man's hands roam across the smooth, twisting firmness of his mother's flesh, his free hand dropped to his sister's blonde hair, and his fingers entwined themselves in it while he jerked himself off.

In the bedroom, Rachel hunched her ass up even higher than before and pumped it backwards to meet her lover's thrusts. The man wrapped one arm around her stomach to steady her and with the other reached down from in front to touch her pussy. While he humped her, his index finger found her erect clitoris and stroked it back and forth.

It was almost more than Rachel could stand.

"Ohh, lover," she moaned. "Finger me ... fuck me. That's it ... oh, Christ ... I'm coommmmiii-nnngggg!!!!!!"

The entire bed rocked as exploding orgasm after exploding orgasm took hold of the sweaty brunette. As the sensations washed over her she wiggled her ass frantically, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure from the experience. And the guy balling her kept up, thrust for thrust. His hips pounded back and forth, not losing a beat, while his thumb rapidly caressed her clit, leaving his middle finger free to screw in and out of her pussy along with his own throbbing cock.

He was a dynamite lover, there was no doubt about that. He waited until the last ripple of pleasure had coursed through his partner's body-he didn't wait long, only moments-and then, with one final, powerful thrust, his whole body seemed to arch as he gave her every steaming inch of his meat.

"Hold on, baby!" he gasped. "Here it comes-"

And it came! And came, and came!

"Oooooooo...." cried Rachel, as her lover's balls exploded their load up her hot, sucking pussy. "Ooooooo ... uhhhhh ... it feels so goooooooo-ddd!!!!"

She wiggled her ass harder, exercising her vaginal muscles to squeeze every drop of precious cream from his pounding cock. Now it was his turn to almost pass out, and he had to lean forward and grab hold of her ass to keep from tumbling onto the floor.

It was quite a climax to quite a lovemaking session, but it wasn't the only orgasm occurring in the Devins house at that moment. In fact, there was not only one other person coming at that instant, but two others-

"Mmmmpppphhhh!" gasped young Christie.

She was biting her lips, but she could not contain the groan of pleasure as her fingers frantically massaged her aching clit. Her thighs were damp with her love juices-she could not remember ever having been this turned on!-and at last, only an instant after watching her mother erupt, the walls of her tender pussy exploded with release.

Above and behind her, Vic did his best to keep from moaning. There was no doubt about it. He too could not remember ever being this horned up. He had to admit that his mother was one fine-looking fox, and watching her get screwed while he touched his sister-as she beat herself off!-made it impossible for him to keep from coming any longer.

His right hand whipped faster and faster and with one final, potent kick of the pelvis, he too shot his wad. The strong, pink cock in his hand bucked as if it had a life of its own, and the thick globs of white cream shot out, and arched, and splattered hotly into the hair and onto the forehead of the girl kneeling at his feet! At last the roaring flow stopped, and he leaned back against the wall.

He thought for a moment of his sister, and he looked down at her. But he needn't have worried. The "accident" didn't seem to have bothered her in the least. Specks and rivulets of his thick cum were already beginning to run down her forehead, and to streak her face, but Christie didn't seem to mind, or even to notice. Her fingers, although slower than before, were still working her pleasure-trigger, and her eyes were still glued to the two figures on the bed, watching intently, not wanting to miss a detail.

There wasn't much to miss, though. Most of the hot action was over. Rachel lay flat on her stomach now, and her lover lay atop her, his long dick now flaccid and resting like some tired snake between her thighs. The sounds of their ragged, heavy breathing filled the room, seemed, almost, to fill the entire house.

Vic was the first of the children to recover his senses, or at least begin to. His limbs were still weak from his powerful climax as he gave a slight shake to Christie's shoulder and, when she looked up, wordlessly pointed back in the direction of their own bedroom.

Christie nodded her understanding and rose, and they retreated from the scene as soundlessly as they had approached it. Even after they were in their bedroom they didn't speak to each other, but climbed into their beds, turned off their lights and drifted off to sleep without exchanging another word.