Chapter 1
Sitting in the air terminal lounge, Kay began to feel the urge to fling her knees apart, exposing herself to the good-looking young man who worked behind the airline counter.
Kay felt like doing that often. She seldom wore tight pants or jeans, but preferred skirts and dresses.
Kay had a beautiful body, slim and sleek. Her tits were firm, tilted upward like those of a young teenaged girl. Her waist was small, and her thighs and legs were mouth-watering. Her ass was compact, a delicious handful, and her asscheeks rippled and bunched enticingly when she walked. With her dark hair and light-blue eyes, Kay was a very beautiful woman. She was unaware that men often considered her a walking wet dream, and that her son, Tommy, jacked off frequently to the image of her body inflaming him.
Kay wore a pale-blue pleated skirt, with a white blouse, while sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair. She had on a garter belt and nylons, with heels. Her panties were tiny and fragile, very lacy. Her bra, a needless garment, cupped her tits in a comfortable manner.
Kay was very feminine, and she loved feminine clothing.
She caught the man behind the counter glancing at her often. She had her legs crossed, and she squirmed in the chair. Passing men glanced at her, too, but she paid them no attention.
At the side of the counter was the men's restroom, and Tommy had been in there a long time. Glancing at the clock, she saw they still had fifteen or twenty minutes before her daughter's plane landed. With a soft sigh, she uncrossed her knees.
For a moment she sat still, then, watching the man behind the counter, Kay suddenly flung her thighs very wide apart. The man looking at her let out a gasp. The door of the men's room opened, and Tommy stepped out. He saw, immediately, what the man behind the airline counter was seeing. His young eyes went wide, and his mouth opened. His surprise was obvious on his young face.
He saw his mother's long thighs, the soft flesh exposed above her nylons, but most exciting of all was the tight, spreading crotchband of her panties, the little curls of dark pussy hair that showed along the edges. His young cock leaped into a throbbing hardness, straining against his pants. He was seeing what he fantasized about, and he felt as if he was about to come off inside his pants.
Kay felt a burning sensation. She felt her clit pulsate with stiffness. A low moan came from her throat, and then she saw her son staring up her dress. With a gasp, she clamped her knees shut, feeling heat spread over her face.
The man behind the counter suddenly became very busy with papers, and Kay watched her son approach her. She felt as if she was blushing, but she couldn't be sure. The heat spread through her body, not just on her face. When she saw Tommy's cock pushing at his pants, she knew without a doubt that her son had seen what she had done.
"What were you doing, Mom?" Tommy asked, sitting next to her.
"I-I wasn't doing anything," Kay stammered.
But Tommy wasn't bashful. The sight he had just seen had been in his imagination for months. "You had your legs open, Mom."
"No ... I ..."
"You let that guy see up your dress," Tommy insisted.
"No, Tommy," Kay said, not looking at her son, afraid of what he would see in her eyes. "It was an . . . accident."
"That was no accident."
Kay trembled, clasping her hands in her lap, her legs pressed very tightly together. The pressure on her cunt made her tingle.
"Why did you let him look up your dress?" Tommy asked. "You never let me see, Mom."
"Tommy!" Kay gasped, looking around quickly. He had spoken in such a loud voice.
"Why do it for him and not me, Mom?"
"You're my son, that's why," Kay whispered.
"Then I should have a better right to look," Tommy said.. "I mean, that guy doesn't know you. He's a stranger, and I'm not."
Kay shifted her body, but even that movement sent a tingling through her cunt. She felt her panties getting wet, and the heat seemed to increase. She was becoming more aroused, listening to her son.
She felt her son touch her arm, and she looked down at his hand.
Tommy stroked up her arm to her elbow, and even that touch sent a thrill through her.
"Are you gonna show me, Mom?" Tommy whispered, gazing at the thrust of her tits hungrily.
"No, I will not!" Kay said, trying to make her voice sound firm. "You're my son, and I certainly will not do anything like that."
"Okay, then I'll tell Tammy about it," he threatened. "Do you want Tammy to know what you did, Mom?"
"Tommy, that's blackmail! I didn't do anything in the first place!"
"Aw, come on, Mom. I've got eyes. I'm gonna tell Tammy."
Kay felt her heart sinking. Tammy would laugh about it, she knew. Tammy was open and forward, and she didn't much care what people thought. She took delight in the unusual, the wicked and perverse.
Tammy was almost the opposite of Kay. At eighteen, Tammy was an inch or so taller than Tommy, with the succulent body of a lovely young girl. Her tits were a little smaller than Kay's, but just as firm and high. She had a cute little ass that she loved to show off in tight jeans and shorts, with long, sweet thighs and legs.
Kay knew her daughter fucked on some of her dates, but at least Tammy showed discretion. Many men and young boys panted after her, but Tammy took it in stride.
Tammy would believe what Tommy told her, Kay knew. She would believe it because she would find it delightful and exciting.
Her son was stroking her arm slowly, gazing at her tits with a hungry look on his face.
Kay took a careful look at his lap. She saw his cock outlined in hardness. Her tongue moved over her lips, and for a moment she had trouble taking her eyes off his cock-bulge. The cheeks of her ass bunched, and she felt her cunt oozing juice into her tight panties.
"Mom, I'm gonna go back by the door, and you gotta show me," Tommy said. "If you don't, I'm gonna tell Tammy just as soon as she steps off the plane, and I don't care who else hears me."
Kay wanted to stop her son, but he stood and walked to the restroom door before she could think of anything to say. She stared at him as he turned and looked at her, waiting. A tremor swept through her, her eyes almost tearing with embarrassment.
Kay was confused. If she didn't do what her son wanted, he would yell it out to his sister in a crowd of people, and she would die with humiliation.
Tommy made a motion with his hands, spreading them apart.
Kay began to shake, averting her eyes from him. But the image of his hard cock in her pants remained in her mind. She curled her finger into tight fists, resting them on her thighs. She took a quick look at the man behind the counter, but he had ducked down and was out of sight.
Kay took a deep breath, and making sure only her son could see, she flung her legs wide apart.
Tommy stared at the stretched crotchband of her panties, seeing his mother's crotch. The creamy flesh of her inner thighs, with soft dark hair curling from the edges of her panties, made his balls ache.
Kay closed her thighs.
Tommy was back in his chair. "Wow, Mom! That was neat!"
Kay wanted to run from the lounge, but she was frozen to the seat, feeling weak. She had almost come with her legs spread apart, and the feeling had been so strong, so powerful, she was awed by it.
Tommy was touching her lower arm lightly. She turned and looked at him with shy eyes.
"You looked like one of those girls in the magazines, Mom. "You know, the ones they hide at the store. But I think you're better looking."
"Don't talk that way," Kay whispered. • "You don't tell Tammy how to talk," Tommy teased.
"Tammy is older," Kay said weakly.
"Sure, five years," Tommy said. "What's five years, anyway?"
Kay shook her head.
"I won't tell Tammy now, Mom," Tommy promised.
A measure of relief came over her as the loudspeaker announced the arrival of Tammy's plane. Kay stood, her legs feeling wobbly.
Tommy walked at her side toward the gate. As they watched the plane land, Tommy leaned to her.
"When we get home, Mom, you gotta show me again," Tommy whispered. Kay didn't reply, staring at the plane. Her cunt seemed to be on fire, feeling hotter than ever. She felt her juices flowing. She felt her son slip his hand into hers, squeezing it.
Tammy stepped through the crowd of people, grinning brightly as she waved at them. Her golden-blonde hair swirled about her shoulders as she rushed forward and hugged her mother, then her brother. She was wearing a Western style shirt and blue denim skirt, the type that zipped up the front. Kay noticed it was zipped quite high, and Tammy's slender, smooth thighs flashed.
They walked toward the parking area.
"How's it hanging, little brother?" Tammy asked. "Are you getting any, lately?"
"Aw, Tammy! Who would give me any?"
"Hey, guy," Tammy said, bouncing into the back seat of the car, "there are more horny little girls out there than you can imagine. All you have to do is look behind the bushes."
"Maybe I'm looking behind the wrong bushes." Tommy laughed, twisting around in the front seat to look at his sister. "How about you?"
"Oh, so-so," Tammy said, grinning. "I guess I get enough to keep me lubricated."
"Tammy!" Kay gasped. "That's no way to talk to your brother!"
Tammy laughed. "Tommy has no idea what I mean by lubricated, Mom."
Tammy leaned back in the seat, and gave her brother a lewd wink as he looked at her smooth knees.
"Tommy, you still looking at those magazines and dreaming?"
"I don't look at magazines."
Tammy laughed. "Bullshit, little brother! I know how you spend your time in the bathroom. What you need is to get laid."
"Tammy, he's too young!" Kay admonished.
"What do you mean, too young, Mom?" Tammy giggled. "If he stares any hotter at my legs, he's going to do something in his pants."
Kay glanced back. "Close your legs, Tammy!" "Sure." Tammy giggled, then spread her knees even wider apart. "Have a good look, little brother. That's not a magazine you see. That's real, live, wet-" "Tammy!" Kay shouted.
"Oh, Mom, let the guy have fun!" Tammy sat up and closed her thighs. Tommy had seen his sister's panties, just as he had seen his mother's. His cock ached with hardness, and he kept looking at Tammy.
"Real live what, Tammy?" Tommy asked.
"Let's just say girl, okay, little brother? I think we're embarrassing Mom."
"You certainly are," Kay said. "You kids today are terrible."
"We sure are, Mom," Tammy said. "Terribly horny. Right, little brother?"
"Right!" Tommy agreed.
Tammy leaned over the back of the front seat, telling Kay about her first semester in college, about her instructors, the cute boys she was meeting, but not much about her classes. But Tammy was a good student, always got excellent grades, and Kay wasn't worried about her academic performance. What she was worried about was Tammy's behavior. Her shirt was open, almost exposing the sweetness of her tits.
Tommy stared at the front of his sister's shirt, and Tammy, giving him a lewd wink, pulled one side away, letting her brother see the stiff, pink nipple of her tit. Tommy grinned at her, staring hard. Tammy adjusted her shirt so that her tit was fully exposed to him.
"That's a nice one, Tammy," Tommy said.
"You like it, huh?" Tammy giggled. "I have two of them. How would you like to hold those, little brother?"
"Yeah!" Tommy exclaimed.
"Does it give you a hard-on, little brother?"
"Tammy, what in the world!" Kay gasped.
"Oh, Tommy is getting turned on by looking at my tits, Mom. You know how these young studs are."
"Then stop showing them!" Kay said, yet her voice sounded weak.
"Tammy, you know what Mom did?"
Kay shot her son a warning glance.
Tommy looked at her. "She, uh, bought a new vacuum cleaner."
"Vacuum cleaner?" Tammy replied. "I thought it was something exciting-like getting laid. Vacuum cleaner!"
"I am not getting laid!" Kay exclaimed.
"Use it or lose it!" Tommy giggled.
"Right on, little brother!" Tammy laughed. "Use it as often as you can, I say."
"Me, too!" Tommy giggled again.
"Are you using yours, little brother?" Tammy asked. "I mean, your fist, of course."
Kay was trembling. There was nothing she could do to stop her son and daughter from talking this way. The conversation sent ripples of exciting shivers through her flesh. She wanted to press her hand into her crotch, to rub her cunt furiously. The tingling ache between her legs was getting very strong.
As they got out of the car, Kay was quick to notice that her daughter exposed her long, golden thighs. Tommy looked. Tammy winked at him, then swatted his ass.
"Look, but don't touch, huh, little brother Tammy laughed, then made a grab for his crotch. "I bet you have a nice handful there, Tommy."
Tommy jumped away, his face red as he ran into the house. Kay followed them, shaking her head.