Chapter 3
Sharon couldn't believe what she had done. It was the next day, and she was at the table drinking coffee, looking out at the back yard, watching Susan and Robert. They weren't playing, but were sitting on the lawn talking. She wondered what they were saying, if Robert was telling his sister about fucking their mother. The idea sent warmth through her body.
In one day, she had watched her daughter fucking a throw pillow, then she had felt and fingered her daughter to orgasm, finally fucking her son like some overheated bitch.
"Well," she told herself. "That's what I was, an overheated bitch."
Not only had she been overheated the day before, but Sharon was still burning hot. She wondered if she was insatiable, incapable of satisfaction. That was wrong, she knew. She was very satisfied after her son fucked her. She wasn't tormented by the fiery hunger of her cunt for the first time in a long time. She had slept peacefully, not waking up once during the night. Yet, as she got out of bed, there was a delicious throbbing in her cunt, a sort of anticipation of her son's cock fucking into her again.
It was almost noon when she woke up, and she had not slept that late in years. She bathed, using a wonderfully scented oil, making her smell sweet. She had toweled herself and pulled a robe about her nakedness. She found her son and daughter had already had breakfast, and had made a pot of coffee for her.
She saw Robert get to his feet and start for the house. Susan remained sitting on the grass, her head lowered as if she were very interested in the blades.
"You're up, Mother," Robert said as he stepped in. "We made coffee for you."
She held her arms out of him, and he came to his mother, kissing her on her lips. Robert wore jogging shorts, and she couldn't resist slipping her hand under the leg and squeezing his ass a bit as they kissed.
"About yesterday," she said.
"What about it, Mother?"
"Are you glad?"
For an answer, he slipped his hands into her robe, finding her tits naked. He cupped them, rubbing a thumb over her nipples.
A pleased smile spread over Sharon's face, and she leaned forward, burying her face into his naked chest. She kissed his stomach, licking delicately at his belly button. She shoved her other hand under his jogging shorts, feeling his ass. He wasn't wearing shorts, and she wasn't sure if she was disappointed by that or not.
"What are you two talking about?" she asked, her voice low. "Me?"
Robert shook his head. "I don't tell tales, Mother. You don't think I'd tell Susan I fucked you, do you?"
"It's all right," Sharon replied. "Tell her if you want, I don't mind."
Robert gave a lewd giggle. "I don't think Susan would mind, either," he said. "I'd like to catch her fucking a pillow again. That gave me a hard-on."
"Why don't you fuck her, baby?" Sharon asked. "I believe your sister is hot for a cock, don't you?"
"She may be, but I don't want her to slap me."
Sharon chuckled. "Let me see what I can do about that."
"You gonna make her fuck me, Mother?"
"Of course not, Robert." She squeezed his | ass. "I won't make your sister fuck you. She's got to do it of her own free will, and I have a hunch she's as ready as you are."
"Probably, but I'm her brother, and she! might not want that, Mother. Maybe Susan has her eye on some guy in the neighborhood."
"And again, maybe she's like me," Sharon said. "A hard cock is a hard cock, no matter who it belongs to."
"Susan is pretty," he said, his eyes becoming dreamy. "I like the way her ass sticks out. She don't have any tits, though. I bet she don't even have hair on her cunt, either."
"There's only one way to find out, I'd say."
"I think she might be afraid," Robert said.
"I'll find out for you," Sharon promised, slipping her hand to the front of his jogging shorts, cupping his cock and balls. "Give me a little time alone with her, then I can let you know how she feels about it."
She leaned her face forward, rubbing back and forth over his shorts, then offered her hps to him again. "Find some place to go for an hour or so, Robert. Leave me alone with your sister awhile."
"Aw, I was just starting to get hard, Mother," he complained.
"I know," she chuckled, squeezing his cock briefly. "And I'd love to take care of it for you, but if you want to slide this hard cock up your sister's tight little cunt, you better leave for a while."
"I guess I'll go jack off someplace," he said.
"Don't you dare." Sharon grinned at him. "Not without me, that is. Save it for mother's cunt, you hear me. If your sister won't take it, you know who will."
He pulled away, and, as he turned, Sharon grabbed him by his hips.
"Wait," she said. "There's something I've wanted to do for years."
She lifted his shorts from behind, exposing a cheek of her son's ass. She kissed the ass cheek with hot lips, then shot her tongue out and licked it. She swirled her tongue about her son's ass, then gave it a slap.
"I've wanted to kiss your young ass, Robert. Call me an ass kisser if you want, but. . . ohhhh, I love the way it feels on my lips!"
Robert looked at his mother over his shoulder. "Really?"
"I want to do a lot more than kiss your ass, but it has to wait until we get your sister fucked, don't we?"
After Robert left, Sharon looked out at her daughter. Susan was still sitting on the lawn, only now she had her hand under her skirt. It looked sweetly innocent to Sharon. Susan was feeling of her own cunt there in the back yard, innocently, not thinking someone might see her.
"Susan!" she called.
Susan looked toward the house, her hand still under her dress. "Yes, Mother?"
"Come in, please," Sharon called. "I want to talk to you."
She watched her daughter get to her feet, saw a flash of slim thigh almost to Susan's hip, then the dress fell. Susan walked to the door, no shame or even concern on her extremely pretty face. Sharon's eyes searched her daughter for the shape of tits, and saw nothing.
"What do you want, Mother?" Susan said as she came through the door.
"I think we should have a talk, honey," Sharon said, taking Susan's hand and leading her into the living room. She set her daughter on the couch, and sat down next to her. She pulled Susan's small hand to her lap. "You shouldn't be playing with yourself out there, baby. It's too public, and someone could see you."
Without so much as a blush, Susan replied: "I got to thinking about yesterday, Mother, and it made me get excited. I couldn't help myself."
"You enjoyed what I did for you yesterday, then?"
"Oh, yes!" Susan squealed. "It felt very good, Mother."
"I'm glad," Sharon said, hugging her daughter against her tits. "I enjoyed making you feel good." She pressed her daughter's small hand into her lap. "I could make it feel even better if you'd like," she whispered. "I could touch you and rub you and make it happen again, but without your panties on. It feels better if you're not wearing panties."
"I'm not, Mother," Susan giggled.
"Not what?"
"Wearing panties," Susan whispered softly.
A ripple of pleasure shot through Sharon. "Show me," she said in a thick voice.
Susan lifted her skirt, and Sharon peeked down. There was just a light bit of blonde fuzz, and the pink slit of her daughter caused Sharon to swallow. Susan lowered her skirt, giggling in a lewd way.
"Did . . . did your brother notice?"
"I don't know," Susan replied.
"Would you mind if Robert noticed?"
"I wouldn't mind," Susan answered. "He can look if he wants to."
"But, honey," Sharon said, feeling her pulse start to race through her body. "If your brother saw you weren't wearing panties, what do you suppose he might try?"
"Touch it, maybe," Susan said. "Maybe he'd want to feel of it. I wouldn't care."
"You wouldn't?" Sharon asked, elated. "You'd let your brother feel you up?"
"If he wants to, he can."
Sharon hugged her daughter tightly, pressing the back of the small hand into her crotch. Her cunt ached pleasantly. She moved the back of her daughter's hand up and down slowly, rubbing at her covered cunt. Tilting Susan's young face up by placing her hand on her chin, Sharon lowered her lips and kissed her daughter. She was not surprised to find that pink, wet little tongue slipping into her mouth. With a soft moan, Sharon sucked at her daughter's tongue, sliding her hand up one slim thigh, under Susan's dress. She felt the naked little cunt, and Susan parted her legs.
"Are you a virgin, Susan?" she asked softly, rubbing a fingertip along the steamy little slit.
"Yes, but I don't want to be," Susan replied, twisting her little ass on the cushions.
"But you're so young, baby," Sharon said. "You aren't really old enough to fuck."
Susan giggled. "That's what you think, Mother. I want to see what it's like. I can't help it, either. I'm always so hot, and I play with myself all the time. Do you think Robert would do it to me?"
"Do what to you, honey?" Sharon teased, wanting her daughter to say it. She drew her fingertip up and down the fiery little slit of her daughter's cunt, feeling the child's small body starting to tremble.
"Fuck me, Mother!" Susan said, as if she thought her mother were stupid. "You know, put his cock in my pussy and fuck me!"
Sharon gurgled in delight. She opened her robe, exposing her thighs, and turned her daughter's hand, then pressed it against her bubbling, hairy cunt.
Susan giggled as she felt the hair of her mother's cunt on her palm. She pressed hard, bringing a moan from Sharon.
Sharon slipped her finger into the slit of Susan's succulent young cunt, finding it very tight, very wet, and extremely hot.
"Sweet, so fucking sweet," she murmured.
"Make, me come, Mother," Susan whimpered. "Make me come, please. I'm tired of using my own fingers. I want someone else to touch me and make me come."
"Baby, I'll do better than that for you."
Sharon felt the desire to kiss her daughter, to taste her hairless cunt overwhelming. She slipped to her knees on the floor, shoving Susan's dress up. Susan lifted her small ass to allow her dress to be pushed to her waist. She watched her mother with bright, moist eyes, her hps parted slightly. She was breathing in quick gasps.
Susan opened her legs as if she knew what to expect, and Sharon swallowed with hunger as she saw the sweetness of her daughter's pink, almost-hairless cunt. The blonde fuzz at the top of the slit was silky, hardly much to speak of. She saw the moist tip of Susan's clit peek forth, hard and tight. She was surprised at the wetness, not remembering how wet her cunt used to be when she was as young as Susan.
"Why, it's beautiful, Susan!" she gurgled. "You have a beautiful cunt! So young and fresh, pink and . . . I'm going to do something for you that might shock you, darling. I can't help it; I have to kiss your sweet pussy!"
"Do it, Mother!" Susan hissed.
"Oh, yes! I will!"
Sharon shoved her face quickly between her daughter's thighs, burying her mouth at the sweetness. She opened her lips and closed them around the cunt, sucking wetly. Susan gave a squeal and rammed her cunt into her mother's face, lifting her slender legs and draping them over Sharon's shoulders. The creamy heat of her daughter's thighs pressing at her face sent her own cunt into bubbling desire. She gripped Susan's girlish hips and, closing her eyes with ecstasy, began to flick her tongue up and down the sugary cunt slit, licking and tasting the freshness of this very young pussy.
Susan squealed as she felt her mother's tongue lapping up and down her cunt. She lifted her ass from the couch, grinding her crotch at Sharon's face. Sharon, holding the small hips, felt her daughter's body trembling. She pressed her mouth hard at the wet pussy slit, her tongue darting between the cunt lips. Again Susan squealed, and began to hump her ass up and down. Sharon's tongue thrust into the tight, fiery cunt, fucking in and out, her upper hp smashing and writhing on the throbbing clit. Susan's fingers dug into the couch cushions, her cunt pumping up and down.
"Ooooo, that's good, Mother!" she yelped. "That's better than a finger! You've got your tongue inside me! Mother, you're fucking me with your tongue! Do it some more! Stick your tongue way up my cunt!"
Sharon fucked eagerly, driving her tongue in and out of her daughter's fiery, deliciously tight pussy. The fuck juices that seeped into her mouth were sweet and hot, and she lapped at the walls of Susan's cunt with hungry ecstasy. Never having tasted a cunt before, Sharon was surprised at the pleasure it gave her. Her daughter's cunt was soft and wet, deliciously hot.
Grabbing the back of her mother's head, Susan pulled her face very tightly into her cunt.
Sharon could hardly breathe because her nose was smashed into the fuzz, but she didn't mind. Her brain was spinning with the perverse thing she was doing to Susan. Her daughter was not as innocent as she appeared, the thought came to her as she moved hands down under the small, naked ass, holding it up, squeezing into the tight ass cheeks. Sharon slipped her tongue out off the fiery cunt and licked up and down again, tasting the hairless pussy lips, swirling over Susan's knotted clit, then moving down, far down. She flicked her tongue between those girlish ass cheeks, and found herself twirling her tongue at the hot, tight asshole.
"That's not my cunt, Mother!" Susan moaned. "That's my asshole! Ooooo, Mother, that's my asshole you're licking, not my cunt!"
"Shhhhhh."
Sharon twisted and swirled her tongue about her daughter's asshole, her nose entering the tight wetness of her sugary cunt.
She didn't know what was coming over her, but Sharon felt so lewd, so abandoned, she wanted to use her mouth, her tongue about her daughter's cunt and ass. It seemed, somehow, more perverse, and therefore more exciting to lick Susan's tiny asshole and cunt. And it was perverse excitement she wanted.
Susan giggled hotly as her mother's tongue swiped up and down the crack of her ass, then over her boiling tight cunt, the hps closing about her clit and sucking. She wiggled her small ass up and down, grinding into her mother's face and hungry mouth. She watched, seeing her mother's eyes closed, listening to the wet sounds of her slurping.
"Lick me, Mother!" Susan gurgled. "Lick me all over! Ohhhh that feels so good, Mother! Golly, oh golly! It makes my cunt burn, Mother! Stick your tongue in my pussy again . . . fuck my cunt with your tongue, Mother! You're gonna make me come all over the place! I wanna come in your face, Mother!"
Sharon jammed her long tongue into her daughter's cunt again, fucking furiously in and out, her mouth wide, pressing around the complete cunt of her daughter. When her eyes opened, she saw nothing. They were glazing with cunt-sucking ecstasy, dreamy as they rolled in her head. She could feel her daughter's hot little thighs holding her head, could taste the sweetness of the sugary cunt, could feel her own cunt ready to explode, but that was all she felt. She was aware of her daughter twisting and grinding into her face, of the way those small, sweet ass cheeks clenched.
"Mother! Oh Mother!" Susan screamed. "I'm gonna come! Suck me . . . suck my cunt!"
When her daughter came, Sharon's tongue was deep inside the boiling cunt. The convulsions of Sharon's orgasm caused her cunt to clutch her mother's tongue, to gnaw at it, to suck at it. Almost at the same time, Sharon came, too. The fuck juices seemed to increase, and Sharon began to swallow, holding her tongue deep and letting her daughter's cunt chew and suck.
Susan's orgasm seemed to take a long time, drawn out in tight waves of ecstasy. Sharon wasn't sure if it was one long orgasm or if her daughter was going through a series of exploding orgasms. Sharon's face was wet with the fuck juices, her chin and lips smeared. Susan's thighs closed tightly about her face as she came, and Sharon kept licking and tongue fucking, holding Susan's tight little twisting ass, making it good for her daughter.
"No more!" Susan wailed. "Please, Mother, no more! Ohhhhh, my pussy ... my cunt hurts! Stop sucking me, Mother! Take your tongue out of my cunt, please!"
Reluctantly, Sharon withdrew her tongue as Sharon's hot little thighs relaxed. She licked at her lips, tasting the cunt juices, finding her lips slightly swollen. She gazed into her daughter's crotch, thinking Susan had the loveliest, sweetest cunt in the world.
Susan's body shivered and trembled as she panted. Sharon had never seen anything so erotic in her life. With her skirt shoved to her waist, her ass hanging over the cushions, legs wide, Susan appealed to Sharon's erotic desires more than she thought possible. Sharon's cunt kept twitching between her thighs, and she slipped a hand into the folds of her robe, stroking.
"What are you doing, Mother?" Susan asked when her breathing was under control. "Playing with your cunt?"
Sharon bit her lip, nodding her head.
"Did you do this to Robert, Mother?"
Sharon nodded her head again, feeling her cunt grip her finger as she came again. "With your mouth?"
Sharon didn't answer until her orgasm was over, then she sat back on the floor, her legs showing past the robe. "No, not with my mouth, honey. With my cunt."
Susan burst into girlish giggles. "You fucked Robert?" , "I did," Sharon answered. "Does that bother you?"
"Oh, golly, no!" Susan squealed. "I just wish I could have seen you. What's his cock like, Mother? Does Robert have a nice cock ... is it big . . . small? Tell me, Mother, about Robert's cock. I wanna know about it, everything about it? Does it feel good in your cunt. . . does it hurt? Come on, Mother, tell me all about Robert's cock!"
Sharon laughed. "Why don't you find out for yourself, honey? I'm sure he'd let you."
Susan's eyes burned hotly. "He'll show his cock to me? Will Robert really let me see his cock? Maybe . . . touch it?"
"Why don't you ask him?"
"Ohhhh, I couldn't!" Susan squealed, covering her face with both hands in a childish, bashful gesture, peeking between her fingers.