Chapter 8
Celeste stood and began to sway to the music. She took a tentative step. Then a couple more. "I feel like getting down and dirty," she whispered.
She began to move faster, picking up the tempo of the music. She swayed, twisted, twirled and dipped, lost in the music, seemingly unaware of the other women.
A glimmer of excited expectation wreathed Abigail's pretty face. She smiled at Maggie and her expression became dreamy. Her eyes began to glaze with lust. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. Her chest began to heave and her legs opened slightly. One hand dropped between her thighs.
Maggie knew the signs. Her mother was in the grip of sexual agitation. She felt some of the same fervor, but not nearly as much as Abigail exhibited. Was she letting her imagination run away with her again? Did watching Celeste get herself off excite Abigail more than normal? She looked at Celeste, gyrating in the middle of the floor.
Celeste danced with her legs wide apart, displaying her prominent naked pussy mound. Somehow, the lack of hair on her lithe body added to her sexiness. Her large tits jiggled and swayed, sometimes in rhythm to her body, sometimes bumping together as they swung in counterpoint. Maggie saw the lips of her pussy protruding quite clearly from her slit. She looked back at her mother.
Abigail glanced at Maggie and grinned. She slipped her middle finger under the leg band of her panties and, entirely without shame, began to finger her pussy.
Maggie's mind reeled with confusion. She stared at her mother, quite sure she was still at home, in her own bed, having the most erotic dream of her life. Except for the sensual suspense, which was now so thick she could cut it with a knife. That was no dream!
Maggie didn't know where to look. She wanted to watch her mother play with her pussy, she wanted to watch her aunt dance naked, and she couldn't make her eyes go in two directions at the same time! Fortunately, Celeste danced into her view so Maggie could watch both women at once. Celeste was playing with her nipples as she danced, pulling the thick buds into hard points. Maggie saw heavy drops of sex dew clinging to Celeste's lower lips. She wasn't surprised when she felt a heavy wetness flood her own pussy. The lascivious tableau had her so excited she could hardly stand it.
A soft squishing sound and the smell of stimulated pussy drew Maggie's attention. Abigail had removed her panties and was openly finger-fucking herself madly. She held out one hand to Celeste, beckoning the dancing woman toward her, her face a mask of lust.
Maggie's face was a mask of total confusion. Then the realization of what she was watching hit her full force.
Good God! No wonder these two live together. My mother and her sister are lovers! I've walked into an incestuous love nest! God, how exciting!
Celeste danced closer and closer to the couch. She stuck her hairless crotch right in Abigail's face, then stopped dancing and put one foot on the couch.
Abigail put her arms around Celeste's hips, cupped her buttocks and slowly leaned forward. Her lips touched Celeste's hairless slit, kissed it tenderly, lovingly. Her tongue darted out, parted her sister's bloated cunt lips and skittered up and down the long naked slit.
Celeste sighed softly and tipped her cunt mound up higher. When Abigail's tongue landed on her distended clit, Celeste let out a louder sigh and began to slowly hunch her hips up and down, keeping time with Abigail's nimble tongue.
Maggie stared slack-jawed-captivated, bewildered, breathless. Every so often, she got the urge to watch a woman eat pussy, wondered how she would react. Now she knew. Incredibly, one of those women was her mother and the other was her mother's sister! To say she never expected to see such a sight was the understatement of the century! More extraordinary, she realized she was playing with her own pussy as she watched the erotic performance taking place only inches from her face, so close she could actually smell Celeste's pussy!
Abigail tilted her head back and looked at her daughter with an expression of unsurpassed delight on her face. She licked her lips and smiled happily. "Her pussy tastes so delectable, dear," she said softly. She leaned back into Celeste's crotch and resumed her tasty task.
Lost in lust, Maggie stood and stripped naked. She plopped her ass back down on the couch, spread her legs, and began to shamelessly play with her pussy, never once taking her eyes off her mother.
Abigail's talented tongue soon accomplished its purpose. Louder and louder moans spilled from Celeste's mouth as Abigail tongued her clit rapidly. Maggie was hovering on the edge of her own climax when Celeste screamed, shoved her cunt hard against Abigail's mouth and began to jerk her ass in tight circles. Abigail snorted and snuffled in her sister's crotch, her own body jerking as she brought herself off with her finger as she lapped at Celeste's hot slit. Maggie came only seconds after hearing her mother's orgasmic moans.
Celeste's knees turned to water and she sank slowly to the floor. Abigail leaned back on the couch and continued to idly tease her pussy with one finger. As Maggie's passion subsided, her mind began to work at little better. Not much, but enough to form coherent thoughts.
"God, Mother, what a surprise," Maggie whispered.
Abigail rolled her head to the side and smiled slowly. "Why? Because you found out your mother-likes sex? You like to fuck. Don't you think your mother has a right to enjoy sex as much as you? Or anyone else?" She didn't speak harshly, didn't rebuke her daughter. She merely posed a perfectly logical question.
"Oh, I know you like to fuck," Maggie replied. "I just never expected you to like pussy. You have to admit, it is a little unusual."
"Not really, dear. I don't prefer pussy to cock. I'm simply bisexual. Lots of women are."
"Your mother and I have been doing each other for years," Celeste said.
"How did you get started?" Maggie asked. "I know you were-are-swingers, but is it usual for women who swing to be bisexual?"
"Depends on the woman," Abigail said. "Your father and uncle loved to watch us get it on, then they'd fuck for hours."
"They got us started," Celeste said. "One night when I was feeling particularly rambunctious, I wanted a drink of cum."
"You're always rambunctious and want a drink of cum," Abigail interjected.
Celeste stuck her tongue out at her sister. "Look who's talking! Anyway, Jerry and Craig had already fucked us several times and didn't have a shot left, so they suggested that I suck the cum out of Abigail's pussy. I don't remember that I hesitated. I really didn't know what to do. I kissed Abigail and started feeling her up and she got turned on. Everything just seemed so natural, and before we knew it, we were doing a 69. We both discovered we loved the taste of pussy, and the men nearly went wild. You might say we broadened our horizons and began to enjoy the best of both worlds."
Abigail still had her finger in her pussy, idly toying with her clit. "You must have liked watching me eat her pussy, dear," she said to Maggie. "Do you finger-fuck yourself often?"
Maggie realized she still had her finger in her own cunt. She blushed and quickly removed it, embarrassed at letting them see her play with herself. Celeste smiled, took Maggie's hand and put it back in her crotch. Maggie shrugged and stuck her finger back in her soupy hole.
"Yes, quite often," Maggie said. "David-likes to watch me do myself, and I just have to get myself off during the day when I get hot and bothered thinking about fucking him."
"Good," Abigail said. "The more you cum, the easier it is to cum and the more you like to cum."
"Does Sheila know you like pussy?" Maggie asked.
"We turned her on to women a couple of years ago," Celeste said.
"Wonder why she never said anything to me."
"We told her not to," Abigail said. "We weren't sure you would understand."
"Yeah," Maggie agreed. "I had so many hang-ups, I probably would have gone bonkers."
Celeste said, "We wanted to introduce you to the delights of the other world when you were ready."
"And now I'm ready, huh?" Maggie said with a grin. "You said you stopped swinging for a while. Why?"
"After Jerry and Craig died, Celeste and I must have fucked at least fifty men," Abigail said. "Partly out of despair and partly out of curiosity. Some of them were good and some of them weren't really worth the time it took to get their cocks hard."
Celeste picked up the narrative. "We burned the candle at both ends, and we loved it! The experimenting, doing things we had never done before. Things we had fantasized about, but never had the nerve to talk to Jerry and Craig about. Then the flame just went out. Life lost its sparkle. We bought lots of toy and kept each other satisfied for a while. We even tried it with only women for a while, but you can't keep two hot women from wanting cock."
"We eased back into swinging," Abigail said. "And this time, we were a lot more selective. We learned you can't be happy fucking everything with a dick. Quality is more important than quantity."
Celeste leaned her head against Abigail's knee. Abigail stroked the top of her head affectionately.
"The way a woman eats pussy is so different than the way a man does it," Abigail said. "I can't explain how it's different. It just is. Not better, if a man knows what he's doing, just different. Have you ever let another woman eat your pussy?"
"Not yet," Maggie replied.
Celeste and Abigail exchanged knowing looks and smiled.
"Well, why don't we correct that right now?" Abigail said. "In bed, where we can be more comfortable."
Maggie's heart raced with excitement as she followed her mother down the hall. Celeste brought up the rear. In more ways than one. She giggled and caressed Maggie's bare ass on the way.
Maggie entered the bedroom and hesitated. The sight of her mother's bed, the knowledge of what she was about to do, shocked her back to reality. Partly. A profound erotic haze clouded her mind, but she did realize she was going to make love to another woman. Not just any woman, but her very own mother! A heavy sexual charge permeated the room.
Abigail misunderstood the reason for Maggie's hesitation. "You don't need to be embarrassed about being naked in front of me, dear. I am your mother, after all." She unfastened her bra and tossed it aside. "There, now we're all naked."
"It isn't nudity that bothers me, Mother," Maggie whispered.
"She just realized she's going to suck her mother's pussy," Celeste said. She stood behind Maggie, pressed her tits into Maggie's back, and reached around to cup her tits.
"Would it help if you called me Abigail, dear?"
"You'd still be my mother!" Maggie exclaimed softly.
Abigail shrugged and went to Maggie. She stuck out her tongue and nicked it quickly across her daughter's nipples. Maggie sighed and shivered as the erectile buds tightened to full erectness. Abigail hefted her own tits in her hands and rubbed her thick, hard nipples across Maggie's, bringing a deep moaning sigh from her daughter. Grinning with pleasure, she stepped back and let her eyes wander slowly up and down Maggie's voluptuous body.
"You're a real knockout, dear! Even more beautiful than I remember. Of course, I haven't seen you naked in a long time, have I?" Abigail hefted her daughter's tits in her hands. "So lovely. And just look at those big, hard nipples. Does David like to suck them? like this?"
Abigail began to suck her daughter's stiff nipples avidly. She slid one hand between Maggie's legs and slipped one finger into her humid gash. Celeste reached between Maggie's legs from the back and stuck one finger in the girl's sopping love hole.
Maggie moaned and shivered. Her knees felt like slack rubber bands. Her mother's mouth on the nipples, Celeste's big tits pressing into her back and the dual assault on her pussy nearly turned her inside out.
"Let's put her on the bed before she falls down," Celeste said.