Chapter 1
Sharon Allison sorting the laundry, held up a pair of Robert's shorts. The front of them looked slightly moist, meaning her son had just placed them in the hamper. She looked closer, and found the reason for the wetness.
He had either spontaneously come off in his shorts, or had jerked his cock and gushed into them. Whatever had happened, the come juice there was still warm and wet. A ripple moved up and down her spine as she looked at them.
turning them inside out.fora closer examination. Yes, it was definitely come juice. To make absolutely certain, Sharon wiped her finger into the wetness, then touched her fingertip with the tip of her tongue. A quiver moved through her cunt, and she groaned softly.
Sharon pressed the crotch of his shorts to her lips, kissing. She felt the response of her cunt and moaned again. It had been so long since her sexual appetites had been sastified.
Dropping his shorts into the washer, she sighed.
But burning sensations between her thighs remained, tormenting her, reminding her how good it had been before her husband had died. Sometimes, she suspected she had been too much for him, that her demands for almost-constant fucking had killed him. But Sharon was aware of her heat, of her insatiable hungers; she couldn't help it if she was that way.
All her life she had been hot-very, very hot.
She had found the thrills and satisfaction of having a cock inside her cunt at a very early age, much younger than most girls. And from that point on, she had craved hard cock more each day. She was excited by everything a cock could do, by the way a prick grew so hard and throbbed. She was excited to feel, to jack, to watch a cock come, shooting that creamy come juice from the piss hole. She was excited by balls, young or old, small or big: She' was excited by what a pair of balls held, that thick come juice. She was excited if they were hairy, or completely without hair. She was excited by a cock spurting piss into the ground. And she was excited to taste a prick in her mouth, excited to run her tongue over a hard cock, to flick the piss hole, to try to swallow the prick down her throat.
She was excited by pure, unadulterated, wild and erotic sex. There was nothing she would refuse a man, no matter what it was. In fact, the more perverse the sex was, the more she enjoyed it.
Starting the washing machine, she leaned against it, feeling the vibration in her body. She opened her legs a little, pressing her cunt into the corner of the machine, letting the vibration agitate her cunt. She sighed as the feeling grew, making her cunt wetter and hotter. Placing her hands on her ass, she squeezed her ass cheeks, her eyes closed to the ecstasy that was building within her pussy.
Unknown to Sharon, she was being watched.
Hiding behind the door frame, Susan stared at her mother with huge eyes. She had seen her mother rubbing at the washing machine before, and found it not just interesting, but fascinating. Susan was younger than her brother, with blonde hair and wide blue eyes. She had a very pretty face. She really had no titties to speak of, just two swollen nipples. Yet those nipples were already sensitive to touch, and Susan loved to fondle them.
Like her mother, Susan was fascinated by erotic subjects. She had spied on her brother, watching him play with his cock and balls when he thought he was alone.
Watching her mother digging her fingers into her ass and rubbing at the washing machine made her succulent cunt twitch, and, as much as she wanted to keep watching, she had to do something with her pussy. Turning away, Susan almost ran into the living room, flinging herself onto the couch, bringing a throw pillow underneath her body. She pressed the pillow between her thighs and, with instinct beyond her years, began to squirm and hump at the pillow. Her little-girl dress had lifted up her slim thighs, giving a hint of the panties that cupped her small, sweet ass.
A second or so after Susan had started rubbing her cunt on the pillow, Robert had started into the room. His sister had not seen him, but he had seen her. He was standing in the hallway, facing Susan's feet. He saw her slender thighs, the shadow of her panties, saw her rubbing up and down on the pillow. His instant reaction was a hard-on. His cock bulged against his shorts, the prickhead almost slipping from the frayed edges. The way his sister fucked the pillow caused his balls to draw up tight, and he felt as if he would come watching her.
Meanwhile, back in the washroom, Sharon gave a low sob as an orgasm bubbled through her cunt. She pressed her pussy hard against the vibrating machine, trying to drag the orgasm out, and it finished too fast for her. She cupped her full, firm tits for a moment, then shook herself.
Moments later, walking through the kitchen, she was almost into the living room when she saw her daughter. She stopped abruptly, seeing Susan's slim thighs holding the throw pillow, her little ass twisting in circles, then humping up and down. She knew she should let Susan know she was there, but what she was seeing fascinated her. She watched her daughter fucking the pillow.
She had no thought of her daughter as a sexual being; Susan was simply too young, she felt. Yet, she was seeing that Susan was indeed a sexual being, and an intense, erotic one at that.
Then she saw her son.
A blush came over her face as they stared at each other. She blushed, but Susan didn't feel any shame, any guilt. Her eyes lowered to the bulge of her son's cock. Seeing his prick strain at his cut-offs, she felt a hot clenching sensation between her legs. She looked from her daughter's hunching ass to her son's hard-on, the into his eyes.
Sharon smiled, nervously.
Robert didn't try to hide the fact his cock was hard, she noticed. He was again watching his sister's, little ass twist and squirm, and Sharon realized he could almost see her ass. She was excited that her son's cock was hard from watching his sister, excited because Susan was fucking that pillow.
Susan was making little whimpering sounds, her ass churning faster. It was obvious she was on the brink of orgasm, a fact that did not surprise Sharon. She had been able to come at an age younger than her daughter. She glanced at her son to see if he was watching his sister grinding herself into an orgasm. Robert was, his eyes hot and glassy, standing there with his cock pressing at his cut-offs, trying to control his breathing. Sharon looked hard at his cock, wishing the prickhead would slip out, so she could see it.
The gurgles coming from Susan drew Sharon's eyes again, and she watched her daughter's little body shuddering with orgasm. As Susan became still, she relaxed, a smile on her pretty little face. Her eyes fluttered, then opened. With a squeal, she jumped from the couch, smoothing her skirt down. She looked at her mother with frightened eyes, then scooted quickly toward the hallway. Susan bumped in- to her brother, her hand pressing at his hard-on. She jerked her hand away as if burned and, after glancing again at her mother, fled down the hall to her room, embarrassed because they both had been watching her fuck that pillow.
Sharon, still standing there, looked at her son. Robert didn't express any shame of what he had been watching. In fact, Sharon noticed he was looking at her tits.
A nervous smile spread over her face, and she moved in a stumbling way toward Robert.
"Wasn't that sweet?" she whispered as she came close. "Watching Susan doing that."
Robert simply stared at his mother.
Sharon, unable to control her emotions, placed her palm against her son's throbbing cock briefly, then slipped a finger into the leg, tickling his balls. It was only a brief feel, but enough to make her son gasp, make her cunt throb.
She moved past him, and Robert turned, watching his mother. Feeling his eyes on her body, Sharon swayed her ass in a pronounced manner, trying hard to keep from shaking at him.
In her room, Sharon lifted her hand and stared at her fingers. They seemed to burn from that brief touch of her son's balls. She kissed her fingers, then began getting out of her house dress. The day was warm, and would be hot before evening. She slipped into a pair of white shorts, very tight shorts. She enjoyed the feel of the tight crotch cutting into her cunt. The shorts were cut high, and half her ass was exposed. She pulled a t-shirt over her head, pleased with the way her tits were molded, her nipples pressing outward.
Sharon loved to exhibit her body. She enjoyed the admiring, hungry eyes of men. It made her feel good to be desired, to know what the men were thinking, to know they wanted to fuck her, to get a piece of her tight, hot ass.
And she would let them, too, except she wasn't after a one-night fuck; Sharon wanted a long-term arrangement, and none of them men she knew interested her that way.
But now ...
Was it possible? Would it be possible for her to entice her son into fucking her? She shivered with the thought of his young cock pressing into her hairy cunt, banging away for hour upon hour. Robert certainly had shown no shame of watching his sister fucking the throw pillow, and he had not tried to hide his hard-on. When she had felt his balls with her fingers, she had not tried to stop her, either.
When she left her room, she discovered Robert had left the house. She was disappointed, wanting to explore the possibility of fucking her son.
She heard soft sobbing coming from her daughter's room, and knocked lightly on the door.
"What's wrong, Susan?" she called.
"Go away, Mother!"
"But, Susan, I want to talk to you."
Mother, I'm embarrassed enough."
Sharon tried the door; it was open. She stepped into Susan's bedroom, seeing the stuffed animals and dolls almost filing it. Susan was still such a little girl, she thought, and evidently so hot in her panties.
Susan was on her stomach, hiding her face in the fluffy pillows. Sharon sat on the edge, rubbing her daughter's back fondly.
"There's no reason to cry, honey," she said sooothingly. "I understand very well."
Susan made choking sounds.
"Susan, please, listen to me," Sharon said, sliding her palm to the small of her daughter's back. "It's all right, baby. Don't cry now. It's okay."
Her hand moved lower, and Sharon's eyes followed it. She could not seem to stop her hand. It had a mind of its own now, and her palm moved across the swelling sweetness of her daughter's tight ass. She felt Susan's ass shiver as her palm moved down, along the back of a slender thigh. Susan's leg felt hot to her hand as it touched the creamy skin at the knee.
Susan had stopped sobbing, but she was holding her breath; She stiffened her body, as if afraid to move. She felt her mother's hand caressing the back of her knee, felt her fingers under the hem of her skirt.
"Mother," she finally whispered. "I can't help it, but I feel funny."
"Where, honey?" Sharon's voice came out husky. "Where do you feel funny?"
"All ... all over."
"I understand, baby," Sharon whispered, slipping her hand under her daughter's skirt, feeling the creamy sweetness of her leg. She saw her daughter's ass tremble, and knew very well where Susan felt funny. "I understand very well. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I felt like that when I was your age, too."
"You did?" Susan asked, her^voice muffled by the pillow. "Really?"
"Really, Susan."
"And you . . . you did what I was doing?" ".Of course."
They fell silent. Susan didn't know what to say, and her mother wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, feeling her daughter's thigh this way. All Sharon knew was that it felt good to touch her daughter so intimately.
"Am I bad, Mother?" Susan finally asked. "Am I a bad girl for doing that?"
"Of course not."
"You were . . . you were shoving yourself on the washing maching, Mother, and I felt so good down . . . down there." "You saw me?"
Susan nodded her head, her blond hair shining.
Sharon thought about that, wondering if her daughter had seen what she had done with Robert's shorts. She felt no guilt, even if Susan had seen her. She felt a kind of elation flow through her, an elation that sent a tingling anticipation rumbling about her cunt.
She moved her hand slowly up her daughter's thigh, sliding her hand between them, feeling the soft inner surfaces. The higher her hand went, the hotter it felt. Susan lay still, waiting, wondering how far her mother would go. Already her cunt was burning, melting, with quivering excitement.
Sharon very slowly moved her hand up, and then felt the crotch of her daughter's panties. They were wet, almost soaked. She gasped softly as she pressed her fingers against her daughter's cunt. Susan, too, made a low gasp, her hips jerking.
"Mother, what are you gonna do?"
"Make you feel good, again," Sharon heard herself reply as her fingers rubbed up and down the crotch of her daughter's wet panties. "I want to make your . . . make you feel good, baby. It's okay . . . just relax and let mother take care of it."
Susan's ass wiggled as she felt the pressure of her mother's fingers between her thighs. She mewled softly and lifted her little ass. "That's nice, Mother."
Sharon was surprised at herself. Despite the intensity of her sexual hungers, she had never felt up a girl in her life. Yet she loved feeling her daughter's cunt, feeling the wet heat through the panties. She pressed harder, rubbing faster.
Susan began to twist her ass, writhing her hips as her mother fondled her cunt. She made little squealing sounds of pleasure.
Drawing her hand up, Sharon squeezed a tight, small ass cheek, then lifted Susan's dress, pulling it to her waist. She stared down at the beauty of Susan's so-sweet and so-young ass. The ass cheeks swelled up beautifully, those slender thighs opening unabashedly to give her mother's hand room.
"Do it some more, Mother," Susan moaned, arching her ass upward. "Rub me again, please."
"Of course I will, honey," sharon whispered, sliding her hand between Susan's thighs, rubbing at the pantied cunt. Her other hand caressed the tight ass cheeks. She wanted to slide her hands inside the tight panties, but felt she would be going too far . . . for this time."
"Ohhh, Mother!" Susan whimpered, grinding her cunt at her mother's rubbing palm.
"Oooo, it tingles, Mother. It feels so good, and I wanna ... I wanna feel it happen again."
The heat scalded her palm as Sharon rubbed, her eyes glazed with desire as she peered at the squirming little ass. Her own cunt was throbbing wetly, her clitoris almost bursting with sensation. Her tits strained at the t-shirt. The crotch of her shorts pulled into the slit of her cunt, and her own ass began to twist on the bed.
"Mother will make it happen again," Sharon whispered. "Mother understands, darling. Mother will rub you until it happens."
Very soon, Susan was twisting and pressing into her mother's hand with squealing pleasure. Sharon watched her daughter squirm and grind, shoving her cunt into her palm. The heat became more pronounced, the panties wetter. Sobs of ecstasy flowed from Susan's mouth. Sharon's eyes glazed at the wiggling ass, excited by the tight panties, with the wet feel on her fingers. The desire to shove her fingers beneath the tight panties, to feel her daughter's cunt with nothing between them, was strong. I "I'm gonna . . . oooo, I think I'm gonna do it again, Mother!" Susan whimpered. "Ohhh, do it harder, Mother!"
Sharon pressed her palm tightly into the soaked panties. She could hardly believe she was rubbing her daughter's young, sugary cunt, mak? ing her come. She leaned her head down, press- ing her lips to the cheek of Susan's ass, kissing through the panties when Susan began making soft squealing noises. She felt Susan's tender cunt contracting against her hand, felt her small body shaking.
"Come, honey," Sharon urged, rubbing harshly now. "Come all you want, Susan."
Susan arched her ass, her hips jerking as her mother kept rubbing faster and faster. She was coming more than she ever had before in her young life, time and again. The bubbling convulsions of her cunt didn't want to stop, and she didn't want them to stop.
But they did.
Slowly, Susan lowered her body to the bed, her fingers clawing at the blankets as she shivered and shook, finally lying still.
Better, honey?" Sharon whispered.
"Oh, yes, Mother!"
Sharon got to her feet, waiting to see if Susan would look at her now. But Susan wouldn't turn over. She lay there on her stomach, her panties showing, legs still spread. Sharon sighed with longing as she turned and left the room. Her cunt was on fire, and since Susan seemed unwilling to return the favor, Sharon could only go to her room and fingerfuck herself furiously.