Chapter 16
A light rain was falling the next morning. Sheila's head was still fuzzy from the excesses of the night before.
"Do just the minimum chores this morning, kids," she said. "Then take the rest of the day off. Maybe you can play some parlor games with our guests after you do your chores."
The guests looked at each other and smiled. They had parlor games in mind, but probably not what Sheila meant. They enjoyed themselves with Sheila the night before, and didn't want her to cool off too much before they got her going again. They also wanted her son and daughters to join them. Watching Sheila and her family together should prove interesting. Paula gave every indication of being ready, even eager, to join them. And why not? She shouldn't miss all the fun.
Tony wondered how in the hell he and Jody could take care of so many females. Danny would do his share, but Tony didn't how long the young man could last. If they started too early, the women would have to do more to take care of each other. Well, they could always get out Abby's supply of toys.
Paula caught up with Kathleen in the barn. "Sis,l want in on the fun. I'm tired of being left out. I may not have fucked a man yet, but I'm ready. Last night, I dreamed about having a nice cock in my juicy cunt and about making it with Mom. I don't know which one I want the most. The way my mind is burning up, I bet I could do it all at once."
Danny sauntered over and added his two cents' worth. "Yeah, Kathy, isn't it about time for her to have some fun? We've got to convince Mom that she's ready. Maybe she'll be in a good mood today. I know Tony fucked her the other day, and I bet she got fucked last night, too."
"I don't bet!" Kathleen said. "I know she did. I peeked in the living room just before I went to bed. There she was on all fours, with Tony pounding her from behind and Donna's tongue in her pussy, and guess what? She was eating Donna's pussy like mad! Can you believe it? I wasn't surprised to see her getting fucked again. But when I saw her eating pussy, that was almost too much. Took all I could do to stay away. God, how I wanted to join them! I didn't dare tell our sister. She would have been in there in the middle of it in a flash."
"Oh, wow, Sis! That means she's probably ready for what I want to do. Put your smart brain to work. We've got to figure out a way for me to have her. And join in the rest of what I know is going to happen today. I saw how those three looked at each other. They're still hot to trot. It won't take them long to get her again. And you two. Think!"
"Well, why don't we try this? You get out in the rain and get wet. I'll take you in the house and tell Mom that you'll catch cold if we don't get you warm and dry right away. Then I'll get her to give you a warm bath. You get in the tub and ask her to bathe you. If we can get that far, we can probably get the rest of the way. I think she's a little hung over this morning. Not from drinking, though. She just doesn't drink that much. I think the hangover is from fucking and sucking so much."
Paula stood under the eaves of the barn, grinning like a happy idiot, getting thoroughly soaked. Her mind careened wildly with thoughts of what she would do with her mother. She motioned to Kathleen and Danny, and they ran to the house.
As they burst in the door, Kathleen called to her mother. "Mom. Will you come here, please?"
"What is it, honey? Is something wrong?"
"Oh, nothing drastic. Paula got wet while we were doing our chores and she's chilled to the bone. We've got to get her dry and warm. Will you run a warm bath for her while I get her undressed?"
Kathleen took Paula by the hand and led her to the bedroom while Sheila went to run the bath. Danny drifted into the living room to wait.
"Got to put on a good show now, so it will appear real," Kathleen whispered as she undressed her sister.
"Hurry," Paula said. "I don't want her to leave the bathroom before I get in there."
Kathleen hastened to take off the rest of Paula's wet clothes. She saw her sister's excitement. Her pert nipples were as hard as rocks. She dragged her hand over Paula's stomach as she pulled her wet pants down, and her crotch suddenly shot forward, looking for a hand.
"Damn, girl, Mom's not going to be safe with you around. Look how you're acting."
"I know," giggled Paula. "And when I'm through with her, none of you will be safe either."
Paula sauntered into the bathroom. As nonchalantly as she could manage, she stepped into the steaming water and sat down. She lay back with a very innocent look on her face.
"Mom, would you bathe me? It's been such a long time."
"Don't be foolish," Sheila replied. "You're grown up now. Way too big for me to be bathing you." She looked at Paula's ripening body. She is all grown up. Right before my eyes, she has become a beautiful young woman. And I seemed to have missed it.
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Mom. I like it when you bathe me. Please?"
With a deep sigh of resignation, Sheila knelt by the tub. She lathered the sponge with soap and began to wash her daughter. She scrubbed Paula's neck and shoulders, down her back, then started on the front of her body. Across the firm young breasts with their erect nipples.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice, Mom. Do that some more."
"Do what?" Sheila asked, staring at Paula's firm young tits and erect nipples. She saw her twitch when she rubbed the sponge over her nipple.
"Rub my tits, my nipples. Put the sponge away. Wash me with your hands."
"Paula!" Sheila breathed. Kathleen came in with three hot toddies. She handed one to Sheila and snickered. "Hey, Sis, look at your pretty little tits. Your nipples are standing out like someone has been playing with them. Been getting a little feel from Mom?"
"Yeah," Paula giggled. "Feels great. Are my tits really so little?"
"Not so little at all, you little witch, and you know it." She leaned over and pinched one of her sister's nipples.
Sheila drank half of her toddy in one gulp. The warm liquid felt like lava pouring down her gullet. "You two should be ashamed. Treating your poor old mother this way. Why, it sounds as if you want me to do funny things with my daughter."
Kathleen noticed that Sheila's eyes were foggy and glazed. So were Paula's. She could feel the sexual tension mounting between them. It was even beginning to get to her. She winked at Paula.
"Oh, Mother! There's nothing funny about bathing your daughter. Go ahead. I'll just sit here and talk to you."
Sheila shook her head in resignation. She soaped her hands liberally and stared washing Paula's tits. She rubbed the mounds lovingly, pinched the taut nipples, and pursed her lips when they got harder. She applied more soap to her hands and rubbed Paula's belly. Paula opened her legs as far as she could and turned her crotch up. Sheila hesitated and stared at her daughter's pussy.
"Better finish before the water gets cold, Mom," Kathleen said softly. "She's waiting for you to be sure she's good and clean." .
"I.. .uh, that's, uh.. .I can't.. .I don't.
"Don't be shy, Mom. You've got the same thing between your legs. You wash yours, don't you?"
"It's not the, I'm, uh, can't she.. . ? "
Kathleen knelt beside her mother, took her soapy hand and pushed it gently between Paula's legs. She held Sheila's cup to her mouth and gave her another drink of hot toddy.
"Now wash her. Be sure her pussy is nice and clean."
Paula began to moan from just the touch of her mother's hand. Her ass began to hunch gently. "Wash my pussy, Mom. Wash it good. Rubbing it will get it real clean. Please, Mom!"
Sheila still hesitated. Kathleen put her hand on top of her mother's. She pulled out Sheila's middle finger and pushed it into Paula's tight little hole.
"Wash inside, Mom. Be sure that part's clean."
The finger moved gently inside the gripping sheath. The tip wiggled around, exploring. Brought a favorable response from the owner of the sheath. Felt pleasant to the owner of the fingertip. Tight walls gently squeezed. The fingertip left the small mouth. Slithered up the hair-lined slit. Stopped at the small nodule protruding from between the puffy lips. Gently rubbed the nodule. Felt it begin to grow. Rubbed a little faster, a little harder. Lost contact momentarily as the housing of the nodule jerked and twitched. Reestablished contact and stayed in place in spite of the more frenetic movements of the housing.
"Isn't that nice, Mom?" Kathleen whispered. "See how she-likes what you're doing? Her pretty little ass is going a mile a minute. Don't you like the way her lips open so wide when you do that? She has such a pretty pussy."
Sheila was aware only of her finger in Paula's pussy and her daughter's response. She vaguely heard moans, gasps and pants coming from close by, but didn't know from whom. Blood roared in her ears as her own passion began to mount. Her hand operated on remote control, with a power of its own. She watched her hand in a detached way. The sexual fog that had enveloped her lately shrouded her mind. That had never really left her since the other morning. Somehow, she knew she had her hand in her daughter's pussy, giving her pleasure. The uncommon nature of the situation didn't quite penetrate her mind. She saw the hand, saw the pussy. They seemed so natural together, one pleasing the other. The hand began to move faster.
Kathleen opened the front of Sheila's shirt and stuck one hand inside her bra. She played with the fat nipple as she rubbed her mother's cunt through her jeans. Sheila and Paula were lost in an erogenous befuddlement, one wanting pleasure, the other wanting to give it.
Paula squealed, and began to buck and bounce as she popped her cork. Kathleen yanked her mother's tit out of her bra and teased the nipple.
"Rub her clit, Mother!" Kathleen exclaimed. "Fuck her with your finger! Make her cum! Make her cum hard!"
Paula thrashed around in the tub. Water flew in all directions. By the time she stopped cumming, Sheila and Kathleen were as wet as Paula.