Chapter 14

They were so different, her son and her daughter. Jan had her mother's coloring, while Duncan had inherited his father's. Ivory girl, black hair and blue eyes, she kneeled upon the bed, locked in her brother's arms, her fine young tits pressed to his chest, Duncan's golden body moving slowly in erotic delight as he raked his stiff penis back and forth across his sister's belly.

Blair kneeled behind Jan, his hands resting lightly upon the girl's small, slim hips, his own erection probing the air-long, hard and beautiful. He leaned to kiss her shoulders, to lick sensuously across the back of her neck. Edging forward, he touched the head of his cock to the satiny skin of her lovely back, and watching, Charlotte sighed at the spongy brush of the glans, just as if she had felt the kiss of it herself.

What were they going to do, Charlotte wondered; her son and daughter were kissing, and running their hands over each other's eagerly squirming body, feeling of flesh and warmth and the keen anticipation of the upcoming sexual union between brother and sister. And the other boy, bronzed and wonderfully modeled Blair-surely, he wasn't going to come at her from the rear? Jan was too small for anything like that, altogether too tiny to accept Blair's thing in her rear.

Jan was kissing Duncan's throat now, and his chest, her hands gripping his thighs. He leaned back, fondling her head, and she began to touch the tip of her roving tongue to the flesh of his upper stomach. She was going to go down on her brother, Charlotte saw, and with a shudder, pressed her own legs together to contain the passion that was dampening her vulva.

As Jan slid down her brother's body, her trim little ass lifted into the air, pushed its twin curves and exciting cleft back against Blair Chapman's swollen rod. Now she was kissing Duncan's lower belly, dipping her tongue in and out of his navel, as her brother rolled his lower body in keen anticipation of what was to come. Charlotte sat entranced, forgetting even to drink from her glass, held motionless by the tableau that was taking place before her eyes.

Bent back, Duncan caressed his sister's head, propped upon his elbows and moving his ass ever so slightly, for now Jan's small fingers were fondling his penis, cupping his balls, stroking the staff that her face was approaching.

And behind her, Blair kneeled still, his thighs apart, his one hand stroking Jan's ass, the other holding his prick down and aimed into the crack of her tick-tocking butt. Charlotte leaned forward, her breath hanging in her throat, as Blair pushed the gleaming head of his adorable cock into her daughter's sweet, tight pussy from behind. Only last night, she had watched Blair fuck his mother in this fashion, and now he was sliding his probing cock into little Jan.

Charlotte's eyes moved back and forth, from one end of her young daughter's body to the other-seeing Jan take Duncan's stiff prick into her lips, seeing Jan absorb the slow, gentle pushing of Blair's prick into her narrow cunt from behind.

So much, she thought dazedly; there was just so much to see and realize and do. Sex wasn't simple; it was lascivious and filled with raptures that had too long been forbidden. Tiny Jan Mason now had two cocks in her body-her brother's in her mouth where she was evidently sucking upon it with great relish, and Blair's in her pussy, where she was pumping upon its hardness with an abiding passion.

Jan's head moved up and down on Duncan's cock, and when it lifted, Charlotte could see the glisten of dampness upon the veined shaft. Jan's ass ground and humped slowly, and whenever Blair backed his prick nearly out of the tightly grasping confines of her cunt, Charlotte watched the liquid polish of Jan's love juices upon that rod, too.

How wonderful, she thought, to possess two such beautiful lovers at one and the same time, to move voluptuously upon a pair of marvelous young pricks, eating them both with mouth and vagina, devouring them both with hungry and fevered attention. So few girls could ever claim so much devotion, such ardent fucking by a pair of such lovely boys.

Blair thrust his cock into Jan's pussy, bringing his balls up to swing softly against the delicate skin of her upper thighs, as the length of his tool buried itself all the way inside the moaning girl. She moaned around her brother's stroking prick, for now Duncan was feeding it into her mouth with increasingly rapid pushes, reaching into her throat itself, and Charlotte knew exactly what Jan was doing to that slippery penis-pulling upon the bulging head, sticking her tongue down into the little slit, gnawing at the staff, but above all, sucking, sucking.

The boys looked up from the girl connected between them, and looked into each other's eyes. Charlotte saw them smile, saw the open joy and intimate friendship upon their handsome faces as they fed their pulsing cocks into Jan, speeding up their rhythm, fucking her at both ends, and building to ejaculations that would wash her with the hot spurting of love in orgasm.

"Ahh, man!" Blair gasped. "I'm coming, coming-baby!"

With a last, grinding stroke, he thrust his prick deeply into Jan's writhing, squirming body, and Charlotte stared to see his balls jump, to watch them flex as they hosed their semen up through the vibrating length of his prick and out from the spitting head of it. Little Jan's suctioning pussy was filling with the geysering of Blair's come, Charlotte knew, and envied her daughter the grand and slidy sensations.

"Me, too!" Duncan groaned, hiking his pelvis to cram his cock to the hilt inside his sister's mouth, feeding the head of it back into the velvet cavity of her gasping throat. "I'm coming, Jan-oh baby, oh sis-eat my prick! Suck me off, darling-yeah-like that, like that!"

Giving a hunch, he clung to Jan's head with both hands, and his testicles almost leaped from her hands when they contracted, then let go their built-up load of semen. Jan sucked and pulled, and never even hesitated in the slow grinding of her ass, in the eager gnawing of her brother's rigid cock. Charlotte thought that her daughter had gone off at the same time the prick exploded in her tight cunt, and just kept sucking on the one in her mouth, enjoying the release of both boys, timed as they were with her own orgasm.

Beautiful, Charlotte thought, and knew that her own mound was wet with desire, with an urgent need to take in those hard young pricks she had seen in action. Yes, she admitted-she would eat one and be fucked by one at the same time; she would ride a cock and suck a cock, and be ecstatic that she was given the opportunity.

The trio before her sort of melted to each other, clinging, resting, collapsed softly together, flesh on flesh and within flesh, bound by their mixed juices more than by their overlapping limbs. Sighing, Charlotte forced herself to rise, to go to the cabinet and measure another fortifying glass of bourbon. It went down like water, but there was already a warmth spread throughout her body, a heat generated less by alcohol than by what she had just witnessed.

All those chill years, she thought; all those fumbling, shamed and cold years being bedded only sometimes by her husband; all the waste. For she had never been truly fucked by him, only used by him. Waste, all waste, hurried semen wiped away and hurried sex abandoned in relief instead of with regret.

But she could be so thankful that her eyes had been opened at last, that the locked gates of her sensuality had been penetrated, and the bars forever shattered. Charlotte Mason was the only person in the entire world who could make herself a prisoner again, the only jailer who could raise the walls of convention and inhibition, cutting herself off from the enchantment of carnal raptures.

Out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte saw that the youngsters were untangling themselves, that they were coming apart with sighs and soft, liquid noises. Jan laughed, and there was affectionate tenderness in her laughter. Charlotte turned with another filled glass in her hand, wondering when it had gotten there.

Jan stood before her, elfin, gamin in her lovely nudity, the dark brown nipples of her budding breasts still proudly erect, and with a dewy dropleting of semen fresh upon the cunning vee of her pubic mound with its whisping of black, curly hairs.

"Mom-that was so great, so far out. Don't you want to make it with us, be with us like that? Dune and Blair-"

Seeing her daughter's slim, young beauty exposed and somehow enhanced rather than shamed, Charlotte felt overdressed in her slacks and blouse. Under them were the panties and bra, and all these restrictive bindings made her feel trapped, tied, chained. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, and knew a numbness there. She realized then that she was more than just a shade crocked.

"I-I think I'd like that, dear. Very much. That is-if you wouldn't be ashamed of your old mother.

Jan's hand caught hers, and the slim, pixie body pressed close to Charlotte. "Oh no, dear. Honest-you're not old. You're beautiful; both the boys say so. They're just in love with your great body, and they say if I can grow up to be built just like you, that I'll be lucky. And you're so-so passionate, they say. You really turn on. We really want you to join in, to ball right along with us."

Charlotte was hesitating, caught on her desires, ready to strip off her clothes, when the house car slowed, and from beyond the divider curtain, Elena called back: "Hey, you guys? Time for lunch. There's a place up ahead I'm going to turn into-just a pullout, but there's shade and a creek down the bank."

Lightly, hotly, Jan's lips brushed her mother's, and the girl said: "Later, mom. That's a promise."

"Okay," Charlotte called out. "I'll start lunch." She watched the three kids dress without hurry, pulling on jeans and tee shirts, covering those lusciously symmetrical bodies, hiding those beguiling sex organs.

Elena strode into the van, grinning. "Hey now-better let me put chow together. You look somewhat smashed, Charlotte."

Shrugging, Charlotte moved from the kitchen area. "Guess you're right." She looked after the kids as they plunged through the doorway and went yelling down to the creek bed below the road.

Elena said, "They get it on? Is that why you kept belting the juice, trying to shake the old hang-ups?"

"They got it on," Charlotte agreed. "Only that doesn't sound strong enough. They really got with it. Jan-little, tiny Jan-took them both on at the same time. Blair did it to her from behind, the way he made it with you last night, and all the while, Duncan was kneeling before her and she was-orally satisfying him."

"Going down on him, you mean," Elena said, opening cans and getting a loaf of bread down from the cabinet. "Eating her brother, you mean."

"All right," Charlotte said. "Sucking him off, I mean. Is that graphic enough for you?"

"Not for me," Elena corrected, "for you. I like booze fine, myself, but I don't use it to take off the edge of my guilt. Hell-I got no guilt about anything I do."

"Maybe I have," Charlotte said. "I haven't been at this long, so if I get snookered to make it not bother me, so what the hell, huh?"

"Oh boy, now I get the belligerent bit. Just as long as you turn it off before you start the drooling, sorry for yourself part. Look, baby, you're my friend; we got something going here that we're damned lucky to find. I'm not sorry for me; I'm happy for me, and for you, too."

"Okay, so I'm happy for me and you and just every goddamned body, too. How's 'at?"

Elena stopped and went over to plant a lass on Charlotte's cheek. "That's fine, buddy. I'll holler for the kids now, and you can decide whether or not you want to dull that glow with food."

"Just a little," Charlotte smiled. "Got somethin' to do, pretty soon after lunch. like ballin' with the kids."

Sticking her head out of the van, Elena yelled for them to come and get it, or else. She turned back to Charlotte and said, "Tomorrow, you drive."

"If I can."

Lifting an eyebrow, Elena said, "They were doing all that, hey?"

"And then some. Said I'm a-a lovely mommy; they want to do it to me together, only I wonder what the hell little Jan's goin' to think."

They bounced into the house car and Jan said, "Me? Think about what? Wow-look at those sandwiches!"

Charlotte put down her empty glass and took a sandwich. It at least helped to fill the emptiness that was within her body. She watched them eat ravenously-Jan and Blair and Duncan, and heard the light bantering as Elena kidded them. Someday, she thought; maybe sometime she could be so free and easy, too. She saw Elena arch one breast for the slow, gentle caress of her son's hand, then slide it away from him with a laugh and a promise to take care of him that night

And somehow too quickly, Elena was gone back to the steering wheel. Jan came to touch her mother's cheek with butterfly fingers and say, "Look-if I bug you, I'll go up front with Elena; at least, until you get started good, okay?"

"I-I'd appreciate that," Charlotte answered, then as Jan turned from her, "No, baby. Come back. I didn't really mean that. I guess I want you to stay here and-and watch. You have to help me a little, dear-I'm still kind of uptight about all of this."

Swiftly, her daughter was back at her side, fingers plucking at her own tee shirt, dropping to do things to the front of her boy's jeans. And Jan stood nude before her again, poised and so vibrantly alive in the softly glowing silks and satins of her beautiful young skin.

"Here, mom," Jan breathed, leaning close, leaning naked and scented with the fine oils of her golden child's sweat, so that Charlotte stared at the lovely breast very near, at its ivory mounding and dainty shapings, focusing upon the lifted nipple tipping it. A bizarre urge shook her; Charlotte wanted very much to kiss that sweet, small breast. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn't be tempted, and allowed her daughter to undress her.

Jan tugged her mother's blouse up over her head, up over the languidly lifted arms. Reaching around behind Charlotte, she unsnapped the hooks that held the bra in place, and drew the twin cups down over her mother's shoulders, then out and off.

"Wow," she said softly, "those are beautiful tits. So full and round, and with those big, stiff nipples up there like that-no wonder the guys go ape over them. I hope my tits fill out that way."

Jan's small fingers trailed over Charlotte's globes, hefting them in her palms and thumbing delicately across the tips. A shudder raced over Charlotte's body, stiffening her legs and curling her toes.

"Hike your butt," Jan breathed, her cheek close to her mother's, "while I pull these pants down over your hips-"

It brushed her cheek, that delightful little breast with its arrogant nipple. Charlotte kissed it, kissed the nipple, and Jan shivered in response, then continued to pull off the pants. Charlotte sat in her panties, but only for a moment before her daughter worked those quick, slim fingers into the elastic band and yanked the nylon briefs down over Charlotte's limp legs.

"There," Jan said, "isn't she a doll? Wow-look at all that pubic hair. It's deep and rich as-as a handful of black moss. Hey, you guys-you think I'll ever grow pussy hair like that?"

Charlotte's face was flushed, and her stomach shivered, but she held her eyes open and watched them come toward her, the young men she loved and wanted so much. Jan stepped back, drifted away from them, and the boys were upon Charlotte, kissing her, feeling her ready and pliant body.

"Come on up here," Blair said, kissing her mouth, her throat, while her own son nuzzled along her shoulder and down to fasten his lips upon one of her aching nipples. "We'd like you to do something completely different for us, Mrs. Mason darling. We want you to see if you can get us into your beautiful cunt together-Dune and me. Both our pricks in there side by side, Mrs. Mason. Do you think you can manage that, if we lie down and sort of fit our tails together so that they stick up?"

Rising from her chair, fondled and stroked by quick soft hands, Charlotte didn't know if such a thing was possible. But she knew that she was going to try it.