Chapter 6

Two weeks later, Susan was as happy as she could possibly be. Raymond spent more time with her, loving her, caring for her. Even Tracy and Paul were giving her a great deal of attention. Since it was summer vacation from school, they were around the house more often than not. They helped with the chores, never bickering with her.

One morning, while still in bed, lazily thinking how wonderful her family was, she heard a soft knock on the door.

"Yes?" she called.

"Coffee, Mom," her daughter called out.

Susan smiled as she told Tracy to come in. Tracy entered the bedroom, carrying a small tray with a steaming pot of coffee, sugar and cream. There were two cups on the tray.

"I thought we'd have coffee together, Mom," Tracy said, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing the tray on the night table.

"You don't mind, do you?"

Susan placed two pillows behind her back, and she sat up carefully holding the sheet over her tits. Tracy shifted about on the bed until she sat cross-legged, facing her mother. She poured two cups, adding cream and sugar to her own. Susan drank her coffee black.

Susan sipped her coffee, looking at Tracy. Her daughter had not dressed yet, and was still wearing one of her gowns. Susan could actually see the bold thrust of Tracy's tits with those dark pink nipples, rubbery hard, pressing at the thin material. Her eyes moved from those sweet tits down to Tracy's long, smooth, creamy thighs. The thin panties that matched the gown concealed nothing. The shadow of her daughter's cunt-hair was very obvious. Susan noticed a few strands curling from her tight crotch, and was surprised to find her own pussy twitch slightly.

She remembered watching Tracy and Paul jerk off in front of each other, remembering them doing it to one another--and her cunt pulsated exquisitely. She pressed her thighs together tightly, her eyes almost unfocused with the sudden pleasure that rippled through her pussy.

Tracy was such a beautiful, sweet-looking girl. Susan could see very well the sexuality in her daughter. It showed in Tracy's eyes, her very movements. It was surprising to her that Tracy was almost eighteen and not yet fucked. Especially with her erotic nature. It was also surprising that Susan was feeling so aroused just by looking at her daughter in the intimate bedroom setting. Susan wondered, fleetingly, if sexuality could be inherited. If that were so, then Tracy and Paul should be very sexual, considering their parents.

Tracy gazed steadily at her mother, watching her eyes as if she could see what Susan was thinking. Susan felt herself actually blushing slightly, and turned her face away.

"Mother," Tracy said at last, "would you care to talk about it?"

"Talk about what, Tracy?"

"Whatever it is bothering you."

"But, darling, there isn't anything bothering me."

Tracy was silent for a while, but continued looking directly at her mother. Susan felt her face grow warm again. "Tracy, please, I don't have anything bothering me."

"Okay, Mom, if you say so," Tracy replied. She got up from the bed and walked toward the dresser. She began arranging her mother's perfumes and assorted things. Susan looked at her daughter's back, seeing the sweet swell of her delicious ass, the smoothness of her thighs. The gown did not quite cover up the cheeks of her pretty ass, and Susan could see the whiteness of those cheeks against the tan of her thighs.

Without knocking, the bedroom door opened and Paul walked in, carrying his cup of coffee.

"Family reunion?" he asked, giving his mother a wide smile.

The first thing Susan noticed about her son was that he was wearing a robe, and the second thing she noticed was that his cock appeared to be almost hard. He sat down on the edge of his mother's bed, and Susan scooted away quickly. His thigh had contacted hers beneath the sheet.

Tracy came around and sat on the other side of the bed. Susan had the strangest feeling of being caught and trapped between them. There was no feeling of a threat, but a definite one of tingling tension, a pleasant kind of tension. She sensed her nipples hardening beneath the sheet, and wished she had a gown on, instead of being naked.

She saw her children look at each other, then they smiled. Tracy gave a slight nod, and then they were on her.

"Hey, now!" Susan screamed as they grabbed her and started wrestling. She was caught between them and they had her flat on the bed, tickling her ribs. She began laughing uncontrollably as she fought them playfully. She felt a hand brush one of her tits, and an electric thrill went through her. There was a hand brushing at her thigh, then her ass. She didn't know whose hand it was, but the feeling she felt was very good. She began to wrestle back at them, and her hand accidentally came in contact with her son's cock. There was no doubt now in her mind that he was hard--his cock was throbbing very powerfully against her hand. Jerking her hand away, she found it against her daughter's sweet tit. Again she jerked her hand away, and they both jumped on top, laughing as they tickled her. The sheet slipped, and Susan found one of her shapely tits exposed for a moment before she could cover it up. She had also caught her son's eyes on her hard nipple.

Susan's cunt was wet and pulsating, her nipples very erect. Through her laughter, she noticed that her daughter's tits were hard, too. Her daughter's thighs flashed. The crotch of her sheer panties was revealed. Her son's cock was briefly exposed. She started to say something about this, to stop it. Then she thought, what's the difference? They've seen and done things to each other already. They wouldn't listen to her anyway.

Finally the wrestling and tickling stopped, and they all breathed heavily from their exertions. Tracy sat with her legs crossed again, and her panties were fully exposed. Her son, sitting on the other side of her, was quite careless. Susan noticed, from the corner of her eye, that she could see his balls if she moved her head slightly. Her whole body was tingling crazily, a good tingling. She moved her head to one side and tried to look at her son's balls without being noticed. Her palm itched, and she found herself wanting very much to reach out and caress those hairy balls.

"That made me thirsty," Tracy said. "I've had too much coffee. I need water."

`Me, too," Paul laughed.

Susan watched them slip from the bed and start toward the door. Just before they left, she saw Paul slap his sister's ass playfully, heard Tracy giggle as she wiggled her ass in a saucy manner.

Getting out of bed, Susan went into the bathroom and showered. Her flesh tingled deliciously as she soaped herself, her pussy throbbing. Getting out of the shower, she found a thin blouse, and without a bra, slipped it on. The bulge of her tits could be seen through the arms of the blouse. She then zipped on an out-of-style mini-skirt and heels. She was on her way downstairs before she remembered she had not put on panties. With a soft giggle, she continued on down.

Tracy and Paul were at the dining room table, with milk before them. They had not dressed, and when Susan entered, she could feel something in the air, something she could not define or understand. The sensation was a pleasant one, though.

"Aren't you two going to shower this morning?" she asked.

"We're going swimming," Tracy said.

"I may just join you," Susan replied, getting herself another cup of coffee.

Taking her coffee, she went into the family room and found a cigarette. She sat down in the lounge chair, shoving it back as she smoked. Paul and Tracy came in a few minutes later, still not dressed. She noticed her son pause as he came in, looking at her. Susan immediately understood. She was sitting facing him, and with her feet up, spread apart, her son was looking directly at her cunt. A warm flush came over her face and she started to close her thighs and shove the chair to its sitting position. But she stopped, thinking, what does it matter now?

Her eyes dropped to the front of his robe, and saw the way his cock stood out against it. Somehow she felt pleased to know he had this hard-on from seeing her cunt. Tracy, too, saw her brother's hard-on, and she giggled softly. She turned and wiggled her pretty ass. "I'm going to change into my suit," she announced, and ran off.

For a while longer, Paul stood there, looking under his mother's skirt, seeing her hairy cunt. His cock had swelled up so much, it suddenly poked from his robe. Susan's eyes went wide as she found herself gazing directly at Paul's hard prick.

Susan's body trembled, tingling so good she thought she was about to come. She pressed her hand into her lap, hard against her pussy, closing her eyes with the vision of Paul's cock in her mind. Finally she got up and rinsed her cup out, then went back upstairs to get into her own swimming suit.

She was bending over the bed, straightening it, when she felt eyes on her. She looked over her shoulder and say her son standing in the doorway. He was still in his robe, but his cock was fully exposed, still hard. Susan knew that from her position, her son could see the creamy cheeks of her ass and the pooching of her cunt past her thighs. She shivered as she looked at him, and then shivered again when Paul moved into the room and started toward her, his eyes fixed upon the revealed creaminess of her ass.

Susan felt rooted to the spot, unable to move as she watched over her shoulder. Knowing what he could see made her flush, but with an anticipating pleasure of warmth.

Paul stopped behind her, and Susan felt his hands on the backs of her thighs, sliding about, caressing, feeling.

"Paul, please ..." she murmured in a thick voice, not certain what she was going to say. His hands on her flesh sent chills of delight racing up and down her spine. Leaning on the bed, she let her son's hands move up her thighs to the cheeks of her ass. She felt him feeling her ass, his fingers pressing and squeezing her firm cheeks. She felt his finger slide up and down the crack of her ass, over her asshole, then down. She quivered again as her son cupped her cunt lightly, then applied pressure.

"Oooohhh," Susan moaned softly. "Oh, Paul, please!"

But he didn't reply. Instead, Susan felt him slip one of his fingers into her slippery, hot pussy. For a moment he held it there, not moving, then he started thrusting it in and out. Susan could not be still. She began to sway her ass to and fro, working it with his plunging finger. She felt him slide her skirt over her ass to her waist, revealing the whole of her ass to his hot eyes and hands.

"Mom, oh, Mom!" Paul groaned.

Without thinking of what she was doing, but moving automatically, she slipped her right hand through her thighs and gripped his hard cock. She squeezed it tightly, then began to jerk back and forth, feeling his swollen, dripping cock-head brushing the backs of her thighs and the hot cheeks of her ass.

"Ohhhhh, Paul! Oh, darling Paul," she whimpered as she jacked on his cock. "I shouldn't ... we must not ... ohhhh!"

Then, Susan brought the swollen head of her son's cock against the puffy, hairy lips of her burning cunt. She brushed it about those wet lips, over her distended clit, moaning loudly with pleasure. Paul's hands had left her cunt and were no longer holding the cheeks of her ass as she jacked his cock.

She rubbed his prick along the heat of her pussy-lips, and then found she had just the head of it inside her cunt. How that happened, she wasn't sure, but it was there just the same. The feeling this gave her was tremendous. She held still, feeling his cock barely inside her twat, then Susan began to shake as she came.

"Oooohhhh! Oh ... ohhhhh!" she mewled, and her ass moved backward.

For a moment Susan was startled by what she had done. She had moved her ass backward, causing her son's cock to fully enter her steaming cunt. She could feel his balls against her tight clit, the hairs of his cock tickling against her asshole. She felt her son's hands holding her hips tightly, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. His eyes were closed tightly, and the expression on his face was of pure ecstasy. She could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her puffy cunt.

"Oh, Mom, Mom!" Paul groaned as he stood, rigid, his cock buried as far as it would go into her snatch.

Susan began to work her ass then, moving it back and forth on her son's prick, fucking him. The ecstasy she felt was greater than before. She loved the way his hard prick throbbed in her twat, loved the way it filled her and stretched her pulsating cunt. She fucked him slowly at first, breathing hard with excitement. She braced herself on the bed, her head down, her ass high in the air.

"Paul, oh, God, Paul," she whimpered, waggling her ass about wildly now. "Do it, baby! Do it! Ohhhh, Paul, darling, do it to me!"

"Mom, Mom, Mom!" Paul grunted through clenched teeth.

"Come on, baby!" Susan urged wildly, tossing her exposed ass about, fucking him. "Do it! Don't worry ... don't worry about anything, just do it to me! Come on, Paul ... fuck me!"

"Mom, Mom," Paul groaned.

Then Susan felt him move, and he was fucking her. She mewled with pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of her pussy, matching her motions. She banged her naked ass back against him, rolling it about, thrilled to feel his balls banging at her swollen, tingling clit.

"Fuck me, baby!" Susan urged thickly. "Oh, God ... fuck me! Fuck me, darling ... fuck me, fuck me!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Paul groaned, staring down at his mother's creamy ass, watching it move, seeing the way her pussy clung to his cock. "I'm doing it!"

"Yes, yes! Oh, yes, you are, darling!"

She felt his hand dig into her hips as he thrust wildly, powerfully, into her juicy cunt. Her asshole grew tight as his cock-hairs tickled it, and her pussy began to tighten around his driving prick.

"Oh, baby, baby!" Susan whimpered as she shook and twisted her ass for him. "Oh, baby! So good ... so good! Fuck me, baby, fuck mother! Oooohhh, I'm so hot ... my pussy is so hot! Fuck me, darling, fuck my pussy!"

She heard her son grunting, felt his body shaking against her creamy ass, felt his cock swell even more. She knew he would come soon, and she thrust her ass back and forth as fast as she could on his cock.

She sensed her son trying to hold back his cum, and she wanted it badly. "Don't, darling! Don't stop it! Oh, please, don't stop it! I want it! I want you to come ... come in me! Please, Paul, come in my cunt!"

Her pussy responded to the throb of his deeply buried cock, and Susan felt her second orgasm rumbling through her body. Her son gripped her hips with his hands, banging his groin hard against her naked ass--and his cock spurted into her pussy. Susan felt his jism splashing deep inside her cunt, and she came with so much force, it literally shook her from head to toe.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Ooohhh, I'm coming, too, Paul! Oh, God, is it good! More, baby! More! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Susan slumped to the bed on her belly, unable to keep her ass in the air. Paul came down on top of her, his cock still in her throbbing pussy. For a long time, they lay that way, breathing hard. Then she felt her son pull away, and she felt an emptiness in her pussy as his cock came free. She remained where she was, her skirt about her waist. She sensed her son standing there, looking down upon her curvy, naked ass and her spread thighs. Then she heard him leave the room.

Strangely, Susan felt no guilt or shame. She felt a sense of delight, of ecstasy. It was one of the best fucks she had ever had, she felt, and with startling clarity, she realized that she had been wanting her son to fuck her for a very long time. Maybe that was why she had picked up that young hitchhiker and gone to that motel and allowed that young man to fuck her. Maybe, she thought, they were substitutes for her son.

It was too much for Susan to dwell upon, and she didn't want to try and figure it out. All she wanted to do was lie there, glowing with pleasure, her son's cum dripping from her thoroughly fucked pussy.

From her open bedroom window, she could hear Tracy and Paul in the pool. She slowly stood up, her legs still shaking, and went to the window and looked down at them. She watched her son, feeling very affectionate toward him now. She stood and watched her children play in the pool, then found her bikini. She pulled it on and went downstairs and out into the back yard. She sat in a pool chair and watched them, love glowing in her eyes.

Paul, she noticed, was bolder with his sister now. He would deliberately grab for her tits, or her ass, and Tracy would squeal, swimming away from him with a quick glance at her mother. Susan wondered if Paul felt it was okay for him to feel his sister up now that he had fucked his mother. They didn't know, of course, that she had seen them feeling each other before. At least, she didn't think they knew. Maybe, she thought, Paul felt that his fucking of his mother was a silent permission for him to play with his sister in her presence.

Susan wondered about that. She had already allowed Paul to fuck her, and that was incest. What he was doing with Tracy was incest, also, even if they had not actually fucked each other. Susan knew it was only a matter of time before they did fuck, however. She wondered about her feelings, and found herself anticipating her children fucking one another. Excitement bubbled up inside her at the thought.

Paul and Tracy finally got out of the pool, dripping wet. They sprawled on the lawn next to her chair, with Tracy on her belly and Paul on his back. Susan saw that her son's cock was almost hard again inside his trunks. But he made no effort to conceal it from her. She looked at her daughter's ass, seeing the sweetness of those cheeks exposed by the tiny spring between them.

Paul, deliberately looking at his mother, ran his hand over his sister's ass, then pulled it away when Tracy squealed and turned over, slapping at him. He laughed, jumped to his feet, saying: "I want a coke. Anyone else want one?"

"I do," Tracy said, sitting up.

"It's too early for me," Susan said.

They sat in silence while Paul was gone. Then Tracy lay back again, spreading her legs to the sun. Susan looked between her daughter's thighs, and was pleased to see the bulge of her cunt, the strands of hair curling from her tight crotch. She felt something she had never felt before, and shoved it from her mind swiftly.

Paul returned, and playfully tipped a cold coke over his sister's twat. The cold liquid struck her pussy and Tracy jerked upright, squealing. "Goddamn you, Paul Stone!" she shouted, then covered her mouth and shot a glance at her mother.

Susan laughed. "Yes, goddamn you, Paul Stone," she said. "Tracy, slap him in the balls."

Tracy giggled, then made a slap toward her brother's balls, but he stepped away quickly. He sat his coke down, then dove into the water.

Realizing what she had just said, Susan got up and went into the house. She went upstairs and to her bedroom, looking out the window at her children again. She saw them playing around once more, grabbing and feeling one another.

"Did you hear what Mom said?" Tracy said.

"She told me to slap you in the balls."

"Mom is okay," Paul replied.

Susan turned and lay on her bed. Thoughts tumbled through her mind, and she felt her pussy throbbing again.