Chapter 4

When the Devins children finally rose and began dressing, their mother was already gone. She had left a note on the kitchen table telling them that she had gone to the supermarket for the weekly shopping and that she would be back shortly.

"I wonder how long she's been gone," mused Vic as he opened the refrigerator for a bottle of orange juice and poured himself a glass.

Christie sat down at the table and helped herself to an apple.

"I just wonder how much noise we made this morning," she said. "It seemed like we were, uh, really getting into it, know what I mean? I just hope we were a little more quiet than Mom usually is!" She gave a little giggle as she tacked on that last sentence.

Vic sat down across from her. "I don't think we have to worry," he said. "If Mom had heard something, I'm sure we'd have already heard about it. Next time, though, we'll try to be a little more discreet."

As he said this he reached across the table and gave his sister's hand a loving squeeze. Christie returned the squeeze and it felt to both children as if an electrical current were passing between them.

Christie just couldn't believe how much her stud of a brother turned her on, and she pulled her hand back before things got out of hand again-as she sensed they might if she didn't watch herself. And she knew her brother felt the same way about her. She could tell by the way he touched her, and by the look in his eyes; eyes that were even now beginning to indicate a rekindling of the lust that had brought them such pleasure only that morning. Yes, Vic felt for her the same things she felt for him, and it was wonderful.

Wonderful ... and dangerous!

You didn't have to be exactly widely read to understand the curse that incest carried with it. Even people with some of the most liberated sex views found family-loving a little too kinky. But what was a girl to do, Christie reasoned. Here she was, just maturing sexually. Like most kids her age she had an avid interest in investigating the forbidden world of sex. And the more she investigated and the more she learned, the hornier she got. And it wasn't easy for a thirteen-year-old girl to get laid, no matter how many horny guys were walking around out there. At least, it wasn't easy to get laid and stay out of trouble.

So what did she have? She had a pussy that was almost always wet and hungry for a cock, she was thirteen and off limits to all but the most dangerous-minded of men, and that left her with nothing but her fingers to satisfy her. Her fingers, or the fingers of her older brother. His fingers, as well as his tongue and that ultra-beautiful, well-hung cock.

Viewed in this light, it was not difficult at all for Christie to rationalize her emotions towards Vic.

Vic turned her on, he knew her better than anyone else in the world, and he lived right there in the same room with her-what more could any young wet-cunt girl ask for? Christie didn't know, and she was just damn glad that Vic saw things the same way she did. It was bound to make for a very interesting next few years, of that she was certain.

But for now things were going to have to cool down, and with a final squeeze, the girl drew her hand back to her own side of the table.

"Mom didn't mention when she was coming back," she pointed out. "Maybe it would be best if we weren't quite so ... so friendly."

Vic finished his orange juice and stood up. "I guess you're right," he agreed. "Anyway, I think I'll head out for a while. I was supposed to meet Larry and some of the guys down at the schoolyard for some basketball."

He started for the door. Christie stood up and followed him to it.

"Think you'll have enough strength left after this morning?" she asked with wide eyes and an innocent smile.

Vic laughed and reached around to her ass. He gave one of the firm cheeks a loving squeeze.

"If you can give it out, I can take it," he said. "So long, Christie. See you later."

"See you tonight, Vic."

Without thinking, the girl rose slightly on her tiptoes and gave her brother a quick peck on the cheek. Once again the jolt of electrical energy seemed to course through them both, but this time they knew that there was nothing they could do about it and, trading goodbye smiles, Vic let himself out and Christie closed the door behind him.

Tossing away the finished apple that had been her breakfast and rinsing out the glass Vic had used for his juice, she returned to her bedroom and plopped out across the bed. She'd made no plans for the day and had planned on just sort of taking it as it came, doing whatever she felt like doing at the time.

One thing was for sure. She certainly hadn't planned on spending the morning getting screwed by her brother. And now that he had split for the day and the house was deserted and quiet, she felt a sort of washed-out emptiness that just wouldn't go away. She took a few minutes to straighten the room and make the beds, and then she picked up a paperback gothic she'd been reading, but her mind just wouldn't stay with the words lining the page before her. Her mind kept drifting, and it got to be so much work trying to read that at last she just gave it up and put the book aside. Resting her head down on the pillow, she just lay there awhile, vaguely thinking about the things that had happened that morning and the night before, and trying to ignore the persistent warmth that still glowed in her nipples and pussy.

She was like that when she heard her mother come into the kitchen with the groceries. She thought about getting up and going out to help, but somehow she just couldn't seem to muster up the energy. So she just lay there-thinking about nothing but still feeling slightly turned-on-and this was the way she was about ten minutes later when she sensed that she was not alone.

Staying on her stomach but twisting her neck to look over her shoulder, she saw her mother in the hallway with one hand on the doorknob.

"Christie, is it all right if I come in for a minute?" her mother asked.

Tossing the novel onto the floor, Christie rolled over onto her back.

"Of course it's all right, Mom," she replied with a smile. "Come on in. Have a seat."

Rachel Devins crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to her daughter. Christie had a subtle sensation that there was something pretty heavy on her mother's mind; there was an indefineable intensity about her mom that she couldn't quite put her finger on. But the notion quickly passed as Mrs. Devins began speaking.

"It's such a beautiful day out," she said casually. "Don't you have any plans for your day off?"

Whew! It was just my imagination, thought Christie. For a moment there I thought she was going to rap to me about this morning. But it looks like Vic was right. She doesn't suspect a thing, thank goodness.

"Uh, no, I thought I'd just sort of hang out," said Christie. "It's kind of nice to have a weekday off for a change. Exams are coming up and I could use the time to study and, uh, well, I thought I'd maybe just catch up on some junk reading of my own too."

She finished the sentence with a short nod to the gothic novel on the floor, and when she looked back she again sensed the intense look in her parent's eye.

"Christie," her mother said. "IT have something I want to talk to you about."

Uh-oh, thought Christie. Here it comes. Darn it, I knew we made too much noise.

"What is it, Mom?" she asked, trying to keep any trace of nervousness out of her tone.

"It's ... it's about this morning," Rachel said haltingly. "I-I saw what you and Vic were doing, Christie. I heard the sounds and when I came to look I ... I saw the two of you making love."

Christie felt her face grow pink with shame under her mother's eyes. "Mom-" she began.

But Rachel cut her off. "How long has this been going on?" she said.

There was no severe anger in her voice, which surprised Christie somewhat. In fact there seemed to be no anger at all. And this really surprised the girl. Rather than being pissed off at Christie and ready to deal out some harsh punishment for the cardinal sin of sleeping with her brother, Mrs. Devins seemed instead to be fascinated by what she had witnessed between her children.

"We ... we just did it for the first time this morning," Christie said.

"Christie, are you telling me the truth?"

"Oh, I am, Mom. We ... well, I don't quite know what happened, exactly."

"You know that what you did was wrong, don't you?"

Christie tilted up her chin slightly. "I know that some people think it's wrong," she said defiantly. "There's a difference, you know."

"Yes, I know," Rachel replied understanding. "So what you're saying is that you believe it's okay, what you and Vic did."

"I don't see where it could do any harm. We were ... we were just really horny, Mom."

When she said this, Christie thought she saw her mother's nostrils flare slightly, as if she were excited about something, but she didn't think any more about it at the time.

"May I ask ... what you were excited about?"

Rachel said.

"I'd-I'd rather not say," the girl replied. "Now, Christie, I must insist."

"Oh, Mom-"

"Christie...."

Christie gulped. "Well," she said bravely. "Last night Vic and I ... well, we heard you and ... and that dude you brought home with you."

If Rachel was shocked, she did a good job of hiding it. She seemed to Christie to be on only one track. She wasn't interested in scolding the girl at all, and it finally dawned on Chrsitie that she was in no danger from that quarter. That it was lust that she saw in her mother's eyes and heard in her mother's voice.

Christie realized now that her mother was getting really turned on listening to her tell the story.

"You heard Tim and I last night?" Rachel said. Christie nodded. "We heard you ... and we saw you."

"Oh-"

"We'd heard you before and gotten turned on," Christie continued. "But last night ... we just couldn't help ourselves. It sounded so sexy."

"So what did you do, Christie?"

"We ... we climbed out of bed and tiptoed down to your door. We didn't open it, Mom. I swear we didn't. Don't get mad at us for that. It was just that ... the door was already open. I guess you and-Tim, did you say his name was?-must have been in too much of a hurry."

"And what did you see, Christie?"

"We watched while ... you made love."

Mrs. Devins reached a hand over and touched her daughter's bluejeans at the thigh. It was a warm, high-energy touch that Christie found somehow very stimulating.

"I know you watched us make love," she said. "But tell me exactly. Tell me just what you saw."

Any shred of doubt in Christie's mind as to what was happening now was completely dispelled. The touch of her mom's hand on her thigh could not be taken as anything else but sexual. It might even be called a caress.

"We saw you go down on him," Christie said. "We saw you suck his big thick prick."

Her mother's eyes closed for a second, and Rachel's glistening tongue came out and ran quickly over her dried lips. Christie thought she heard her give a soft sigh, or moan, but she wasn't sure.

"And what else?" she asked.

A small smile played over Christie's lips. She was enjoying this. It was an exciting turn-on experience. Here she was, turning her own mother on sexually, just as her mother's hot, fucking body had turned her on last night.

"You sucked him," she went on, "and then he fucked you. He fucked you from behind and you loved it, Mom. You both loved it."

Rachel's hand on Christie's thigh tightened its grip slightly. "And what did you do?" she asked. "You didn't just sit there and ... and watch, did you?"

Christie was really getting into it now. She had connected with Rachel's wavelength and was really starting to feel her pussy grow damp.

"No, we didn't just watch," she said. "We masturbated while you fucked. We masturbated while we watched you, Mom. I was kneeling down fingering my pussy and Vic jerked his load off right in my face."

"It must have been a very exciting experience," Rachel said softly.

Christie nodded and her voice was just as soft. "It was," she replied.

Rachel moved her hand further up her daughter's inner thigh.

"Are you excited now, Christie?"

Christie gave in completely. She spread her legs as Rachel's hand continued its upward course.

"Very," she said. "My pussy is dripping."

At last Rachel's creeping hand reached the crotch of Christie's jeans. Even through the material the woman could feel the searing heat and the suggestive dampness of the young girl's cunny. Using her thumb she caressed the approximate area where Christie's clit would be, and with all of her other fingers she massaged the crotch in strong yet loving motions.

"Your pussy is dripping," she said softly and, continuing with the hand job, she lowered her face onto the pillow beside Christie's and whispered, "Is there anyone you're especially hot for right now, my little angel?"

Christie's hips were rotating. The caresses she was getting were sending lightning streaks of lust to every corner of her system.

"You...." she answered in a choked voice. "I've got the hots for you."

Rachel leaned over an inch and let her tongue flick out across Christie's ear. This, combined with the action going on between her legs, brought Christie's first moan.

"You mean you want to make love with your own mother, Christie?" Rachel asked teasingly.

"Y-yes ... yes, Mom ... I want you to ... to do me ... ohhhhhh! Mmmmmm ... that feels soooo gooood ... ohh, the way you're fingering me ... through the material."

"But Christie," Rachel said, "I'm your mother, and you're my daughter. We're both women. If we do what you want, it would be doubly wrong."

"I don't care," cried Christie. "Just keep on doing what you're doing. Do more. Take my clothes off and ... and ball me. That's what we both want, isn't it?"

Rachel pulled back. "Maybe...." she said softly.

Christie looked at her. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Feel my titties, Christie. Feel my nipples."

Not needing to be told twice, Christie brought up one hand and tentatively felt her mother's left breast. Through the material of the top, Christie could feel that the nipple was hard and erect. She glided her hand across to the other, and this tit-bud too was hard with desire, as if it were trying to push a hole through the blouse.

"They're hard," Rachel said. "But I'm not as turned on as you are, Christie. If you want us to make love, then you'll have to do more."

All this time Rachel's hands were continuing their tricks at Christie's crotch, putting the girl on a highly sexual cloud. She nodded and swallowed thickly. Her breathing was shallow. All she could think of was those tantalizing fingers only fractions of an inch away from her hot hole-and the fact that it was her own mother who was turning her on!

"Anything...." she gasped. "I'll do anything!"

"T want to see a striptease," Rachel said. "And I do mean a tease. All I've been able to do is think of that foxy body of yours since this morning when I saw you and Vic humping. Now I want to think about it some more while you slide out of those clothes. I want to think about this morning and see you strip at the same time. Will you do that, Christie? Will you do that for your horny mother?"

Christie propped herself up onto her knees and now it was Rachel who reclined full-length on the bed.

"I told you I'd do anything for you," Christie said. "I'm as hot as you are. After last night and this morning, all I can think about is sex."

She stood up and crossed her arms down in front of her to pull the blouse up over her head, but before she could, Rachel reached up from where she lay and grasped her wrist.

"Wait," said the mother. "Wait just a moment. I want to do this right."

While Christie watched in lustful fascination, her mother quickly stripped. She pulled off her blouse and the brassiere she wore, then arched her hips to slide out of her slacks and panties and shoes. But she wasn't done yet. Just as Christie was ready to resume, Rachel gave her one more indication to wait and flipped back the covers of the bed. She flipped them back all the way, so that she was still totally exposed to her daughter. The only difference now was that she lay with one leg bent at the knee and her thighs spread slightly, but with the soft smoothness of her flesh highlighted by the crisp pink sheets beneath her. To Christie, it was a breathtaking sight.

"Geez, Mom," she said, running her eyes up and down Rachel's lovely figure. "You're beautiful. You're a lot sexier than those girls in the men's magazines."

Rachel gave a sensuous, throaty laugh. "And probably a lot hornier too," she said. Keeping her eyes glued to the girl standing before her, she let one of her hands idly drift to a breast and the fingers teased the nipple. "Now, what about that strip? And remember, baby. Plenty of teasing. I like to be teased, okay? Make me even think I'm not going to get it for a minute or two. Treat my pussy right, and mommy'll do things to you that'll blow your everlovin' mind!"

"Oh, I know you will," Christie said, feeling her nipples growing hard. "I know you will!"

She took one last long look at the brunette stretched out naked before her. Even looking at Rachel like that made her temples pound. Her eyes rested an extra moment on her mother's firm titties, and an extra two moments on the pink lips of her pussy.

Christie licked her own lips. She could almost taste her mother's luscious cunt, it looked so damn appetizing! But a deal was a deal. So she pulled the blouse up over her head, tossing it onto the floor across the room.

Like most girls her age-even though her young knockers had begun to bloom-Christie wore no bra, and the cute new titties jiggled teasingly as soon as they were let free from restraint.

From the bed, Rachel moaned. "Ohh, what lovely young breasts!" She squeezed her own breast with one hand, playing with it harder than before, and reached out with the other hand. "Come here, darling. Let mommy suck on those beautiful, hot little nipples."

Christie started to step forward, and then realized that she had been asked to be a tease. She stepped back and arched her back. Spreading her legs wide and planting her feet firmly, she placed her hands on her hips and looked down at her mother defiantly.

"No," she said. "People suck my titties when I want them to, and not before!"

"But, Christie ... angel ... don't you want me to suck your nipples?"

This was really turning the older woman on, Christie could tell. She was squeezing and pinching both of her tits now, and though no attention was being paid to her cunt yet, her hips were already rotating in slight, pumping circles. Christie could see that the pink sheets beneath her mom's ass already had a damp circle of cumstain.

Christie reached up and cupped her own titties. She flicked the nipples with her index fingers.

"Why do I need you to suck my boobs?" she said. "See? I can play with them and turn myself on all I want." She stepped forward and, balancing herself with one knee on the bed next to Rachel, she leaned over so that the fingers running across the titty buds were only inches from her mother's glazed eyes. She flicked the fingers faster and the nipples grew harder. She tugged and twisted the hot little tips, and all the time she kept talking. "See how good it feels, Mother? Do you see how I'm turning myself on? Do you see how I'm looking at your nude body and your wet pussy, and how I'm exciting myself with my own fingers?"

"OOhhhhh, Christie-"

It was more than Rachel could stand. She had to gratify herself. Leaving one hand to fondle and pinch her boobs, just as Christie was doing, she slid the other hand down to between her legs and began fingering herself. "Take off your pants, Christie. Please ... let me see you nude, all the way. You're so beautiful ... ohmigod ... I don't believe this ... my own daughter is making me masturbate while I watch her strip."

"Do you want to see my pussy, Mother?" Christie asked, her voice still teasing.

Even the question seemed to excite Rachel. The fingers dipping in and out of her pussy quickened their pace. Christie could see that they were wet and slick.

"Yes ... yes ... please ... let me see your pussy, darling ... let momma see your beautiful pussy."

"Beg me, Mother. Let me hear you beg me some more."

Rachel's fingers whipped faster.

"Please, Christie, please! Strip for me ... PLEASE!!!"

Christie could tease her mother no longer. In fact, she was dying to strip and get down on the bed with her mother. Watching another woman beat off was an erotic experience, it was true, but it only went so far. Christie wanted to get her rocks off, too!

"All right, Mom," she said. "I'll strip ... I'll show you your daughter's tight hot pussy."

Under Rachel's glazed gaze, Christie unzipped the front of her jeans with maddening slowness. She pulled the zipper down as far as it would go, so that the flap was open, exposing her soft, smooth white belly and just the elastic band of her white panties.

Again she approached the bed. She stood so that her bare tummy and the hint of panties were only inches from her mother's face. She felt a smile twist her lips. She was enjoying playing the temptress.

"Do you want to kiss my stomach, Mother? Do you want to touch your lips and tongue against my flesh?"

"Yes, Christie ... yes."

Her mother leaned forward to kiss the satiny skin, but Christie stepped back. She gave a little laugh.

"Well, you can't-yet!" she snapped. "You can do whatever you want to me when I tell you!"

"Oh, mmmmmm," Rachel moaned, jerking herself off. "This is so ... so wicked."

"And it will get more wicked in a minute," Christie said, and she slowly stripped off her jeans.

Her mother watched fascinated, taking in every inch of her daughter's flawless young flesh as it was unveiled before her. The slowness of Christie's strip just seemed to heighten the pleasure for her. She had asked for a striptease and that's what she was getting. It was slow, it was teasing, and it was incredibly stimulating!

At last the jeans were off and tossed in a corner. Now all that remained was the thin strip of white panties that snugly clung to the girl's hips.

"The panties, Christie," Rachel begged. "I can't stand much more of this ... I'm so hot for you, baby. Oh sweet jesus, Christie. Hurry. I'm going to cum in another second, and I don't want that. I don't want to cum by myself. I want to cum with you. I want to cum with you, baby!"

But Rachel's pleas went unheeded by the foxy young teaser. As her mother watched and continued to diddle, Christie when into a slow, amateurish dance that nonetheless had an aura of raw sexual power to it. She moved and swayed before the bed to her own sensuous rhythm. She placed her hands behind her head and spread her legs as far as they would go. Then she rotated her pan tied hips in slow imitation-fuck motions.

Rachel's eyes were glued to the crotch of her daughter's panties. There was a dot of moisture there that was unmistakable, as was the gentle fragrance that drifted to Rachel's nostrils: the subtle fragrance of aroused pussy.

Christie continued to dance. With her movements, her panties rode slightly downward. A few soft curls of pubic hair became visible over the top, and this was all it took to send Rachel over the brink.

"Aaagggghhhh, I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I'M CUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!"

At last she stopped looking at the dancing girl in front of her. Her eyes were clamped shut now as her entire body grew taut for an instant, and then kicked out and bucked as the orgasm exploded within her.

It was something Christie had never seen happen to another woman, and she had to stop her dance to watch. She felt her cunt grow even damper, and her tit-tops grow even harder at the beautifully erotic sight.

Rachel moaned and groaned and twisted about on the sheets like a woman possessed, all the time tweaking her nipples and fingering her pussy and clitoris. It was a multiple orgasm, and when at last she lay still her breath was ragged and shallow and a thin patina of sweat covered her entire body from head to feet.

Finally, she opened her eyes to look back at Christie. They had a dreamy, faraway quality to them, but the glint in them as they sized the thirteen-year-old up and down was still pure sex.

"Thank you, Christie," she said. "That was beautiful. Thank you."

"Mom, I'm sorry you came so fast. I wanted to ... to share it with you."

"Are you still horny, Christie?"

"Oh, yes . yes!"

"Then don't worry about a thing. I've got plenty of cums left in me, though I'm sure they won't be as beautiful as that one. God, girl, you're incredible, the way you picked up on exactly what I needed to get off."

Christie smiled and looked down at the floor. She felt a bit ill at ease. She wasn't quite sure just what was supposed to happen next.

"Th-thanks, Mom," she said.

Rachel patted the sheets alongside her.

"Now why don't you take off those sexy panties of yours and come over here and lie down," she said. "Now it's my turn to give you what you want."

"But, Mom, it won't be half as much fun with you just doing things to me-"

Christie was disappointed. She hadn't known at all what to expect, but she had known it would be great. But now, with her "lover" already laying there with the juices from her orgasm still wet on her fingers....

Rachel patted the bed again. "Now just don't worry, angel," she said lovingly. "You just take off those sexy panties of yours and give mom a shot at that sweet little sugarbowl of yours. Then we'll see how much fun we can still have. How does that sound?"

Christie slid her panties down her thighs and approached the bed. Her mother slid over slightly to make room for her.

"It sounds pretty good," Christie admitted with a grin. "Wh-what should I do first?"

"Just stretch back, baby," Rachel said. "That's it. Stretch back and spread your legs. Ahhhh. Mmmmm, oh, you look so pretty, angel. What a shame. I never knew what a hot little sexpot I had walking around in my very house. Hmmph! If half the dudes I brought home had even seen you, I'd be one horny old wallflower, that's for sure."

Christie reached over and touched her mother's arm. The sensation of feeling another woman's flesh made her tongue almost catch in her throat.

"Mom," she said. "Please ... I'm so horny. Do something to me. Please!"

"Sure, baby. Sure."

The first thing Rachel did was to prop herself up so that she was in a kneeling position beside her daughter. Then she leaned over and gave Christie a long, soulful tongue kiss. Christie responded immediately with a soft moan as their two tongues went into play. At times the tips just grazed each other, and at other times both tongues became stiff, thrusting pieces of warm meat, sliding in and out of each other's wet mouths like two strong cocks fucking two hot cunts.

Rachel's breasts hung loose and swayed. Occasionally they would brush against Christie's titties and whenever the two pairs of nipples would brush across each other, both girls would groan deliciously.

The tongue fucking went on for a long time, and so did the tit-teasing. At last, Rachel also brought her hands into play. She was a woman who loved sex. She knew what turned her on, and she knew how to turn others on. She realized in her mind that she was probably the first really skilled sex partner that Christie had probably ever had, and she wanted to make this one roll in the hay that the writhing, twisting blonde girl on the bed would never forget!

As she continued to kiss Christie, she ran her hands up and down her daughter's sides, barely touching her but letting her fingertips just skim across the ribs and down to the hips and back up again. She did this for a while, until she knew that Christie's senses would all be keened, that the nerve ends were all tingling and waiting, wanting, some more.

And then she gave more. Without warning both hands left the sides and coasted up to her daughter's jiggling boobs. The tips of her fingers fanned across Christie's nipples, then went back down and across her sides and belly, then back up again across the titties.

"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH," cried Christie. "Ohhhh, I love that, mommy ... ahhhhhh ... MMMMMMMMMM!!"

In her excitement, she almost bit off her mother's probing tongue. Rachel smiled to herself and pulled back. She looked down. Christie's face was flushed with lust. The area around the girl's mouth was slick with their mutual spit, and Christie's tongue was still partially visible between her glistening lips. The girl's tongue was wagging back and forth, as if she were so hot that she hadn't even realized they were no longer soul kissing.

Next, Rachel stopped teasing the titties beneath her and got right down to business. As Christie's breathing grew harder, she cupped the tender jugs in her hands. Without warning, she rapidly flicked both index fingers across the already standing nipples.

"Ahhhhh ... momma ... momma," moaned Christie.

"How's that, baby?" Rachel asked.

"Oh, mommy ... oh, mommy ... ohhh ... OHHHHHH," moaned the girl. "Oh, I love that ... I've never had it like this before."

"I know, baby," Rachel said. "I know. And how about this!"

She leaned over and placed her mouth over one of the mounds. While she continued to finger the other nipple, she turned her mouth into a suctioning vacuum that pulled the nipple up, then released it, then pulled it up again. And each time the nipple was high in her mouth, her tongue would flick over and across it at the same pace that her finger was flicking the other titty.

Christie's legs were spread wide and Rachel could hear her feet beating at the bottom of the bed in sweet frustration. Rachel could also feel her own pussy excreting its sweet-smelling juices. It would soon be time for some real girl-fucking, but for right now she was still enjoying the teasing game.

She sucked the boob up into her mouth again, flicked it, and then she moved to the other tit, repeating the maneuver.

Christie was moaning breathlessly. She ran her fingers through her mother's hair as her titties were being played with.

"Mom ... please," she begged. "My pussy ... make me cum ... fingerfuck me!"

Rachel took a moment to look up from the spit-glistening breast to smile into her daughter's face.

"Not yet, angel. Not yet. There's still a lot you have to feel."

"But I need it-"

"Soon, baby. Soon."

"Mother, please ... MAKE ME CUM!!" Christie begged.

"Soon, Christie," her mother said, and she lowered her face back to the hot titty. "Soon."

But Christie couldn't wait. She needed a finger up her cunt to get her off, and she needed it now. So while her mother continued to suck and toy with her breasts, her hand dipped down across her mother's bare back to the furry mound of her lovenest.

She almost came as she touched herself. Her fingertips found the spongy outer cunt lips and toyed with them.

"Mmmmm," she gasped from the beautiful twin sensation. "Ohhhhhh, suck me, mother ... suck my titties up into your mouth ... suck suck ... harder ... suck my titties harder ... that's it ... UUUUUMMMMMM!!!!!"

Rachel obeyed her daughter's demands and began using her teeth in addition to the sucking and tonguing action. Her teeth nibbled around the sensitive nipples while her tongue continued to graze in maddening circles and her mouth sucked the tits.

Meanwhile, Christie had parted the dripping, pink lips of her fuck-hole and her index finger had found the hot nub of her love-starved clitoris. She began masturbating while her mother licked and nibbled her jugs.

But suddenly Rachel stopped and reached down. She grabbed the young girl's wrist and pulled Christie's hand away from its diddling.

"What are you doing, baby?" she asked. "I told you to wait."

Christie groaned. "I can't! I need it now ... I want to cum ... I need to cum!!"

Rachel smiled. "So ... you're a great little teaser, but you don't like to be teased, is that it?"

"No ... no," Christie panted. "I love to be teased, but ... but I just can't stand it. My whole body's on fire. Please get me off, Mother ... PLEASE!!"

Rachel slid a hand down across Christie's stomach, through the forest of pubic hair, to the lips of her pussy hole. She let the four fingers of her hand flutter, causing even more juices to flow.

"Would you like me to fingerfuck you, Chrsitie?" Rachel asked.

"Oh, yes ... yes ... please."

"Or would you like me to eat you out?"

"Ummmmmmm ... mmmmmmm!!"

The very thought made the girl's hips jiggle with pre-cum tremors.

"Yes!" she cried. "Eat me, Mother. Eat your daughter's hot cunt!"

"Very well, dear," Rachel said, and she added with a glint in her eyes, "I hope you'll like it. I promise to do my best, so hold on!"

She didn't go directly to Christie's pussy, but returned for an instant to her erect nipples. Again her tongue flicked rapidly, sensually, across one and then the other. But only for a moment this time. Then Rachel began easing herself down the length of her daughter's body. All the time the tongue licked out, down along the ribcage, across the smooth flatness of Christie's soft belly, and through the mound of pubic hair until at last the tangy fragrance of aroused cunt tickled Rachel's senses.

Christie spread her legs even wider and reached down to touch both sides of her mother's head, trying to guide that licking tongue and suctioning mouth on an even more direct path to her hole.

"Mommy ... mommy ... eat me ... eat me," she whispered over and over. Her voice was hoarse from moaning.

At last Rachel was right there, with her hungry mouth over the steaming lips of Christie's twat, and Christie spread her legs as far apart as they would go and clasped them around her mom's shoulders. She jammed her pussy even closer into her mom's face. In anticipation of what was to come she reached up and cupped her own breasts, fingering the nipples with a violent backwards-forwards flicking the way her mother had done. She closed her eyes and felt her hips moving, thrilling to the combination of her own sensuous touch, and the feeling of someone about to eat her.

"Now!" she cried. "Oh god, please don't make me wait another second ... tongue fuck me now!!"

She was dying to be brought to orgasm, and she knew instinctively that it would probably be the most powerful cum of her sweet young life!