Chapter 4
"This is unreal!" Uncle Robert gasped.
I had just shown him my hiding place in the bathroom closet. It was almost too small for him, but he didn't seem to mind. And then I showed him how to open the peep hole just enough to give him a perfect view of the whole bedroom.
"And they can't see the hole?"
I shook my head. "I've already checked that out. Whoever built this house was a peeping Tom."
"You mean there are more places to watch?" he asked as he stepped out of the closet.
"You can watch whoever is in the bathroom from the closet," I explained. "And I'm sure there are other places. I just haven't found them yet."
"And no one knows about this but you."
"And now you. This is where I'll be watching when you fuck my mother."
He laughed. "I guess it's only fair. After the show you and Chet put on.. . "
That had been several days earlier. With my dad out of town, Uncle Robert was supposed to make his move that evening after dinner. I would be upstairs studying and Chet was working late. There would be no excuses; no interruptions.
After dinner, I excused myself by saying that I had some major studying to do. Uncle Robert offered to help Mom clean up the kitchen.
Since the kitchen was right underneath my room, I could hear them talking and laughing while they worked. I was already wet with anticipation. This was the only thing I'd been able to think about all day. I found myself lying on my bed, rubbing my wet pussy with one hand while I strained to hear the voices below.
". . .lonely.. . , " Uncle Robert was saying.
My mother murmured something.
". . .lucky to have a woman like you.. . " Uncle Robert again.
". . .remember.. . " This was my mother. God, was she bringing up the subject of their earlier sexual escapades!
There was more laughter.
". . .learned a lot since then," Mom said.
And then they were quiet.
Just when I was about to give up listening, thinking they had gone outside, I heard my mother's familiar moan of pleasure.
". . .still beautiful.. . "
Another moan. ". . .upstairs.. . "
Again, I wore nothing but my T-shirt as I scurried down the hall toward my hiding place in the bathroom closet. Shaking from head to toe, I pushed the coats aside and sat quietly on the shelf. This was better than going to fuck films!
And, this time, I remembered to bring my dildo along. It was exactly like the one my mother owned, with the suction cup on the end.
My mother stepped into her bedroom, followed closely by Uncle Robert. She turned to face him as he closed the door and held out her arms. They kissed long and deep and their hands roamed freely.
"You have learned a few things over the years," Uncle Robert breathed as my mother unbuttoned his shirt.
In reply, Mom ran her nose through the hairs on his chest. With the point of her tongue, she circled his tiny nipples and then licked her way down his flat stomach. She rubbed her cheek against the thick bulge in the front of his slacks and squeezed his ass with both hands.
"I want to see you naked," he said, helping her to her feet.
My mother stripped for her brother. She removed each piece of clothing slowly, sensuously. At last, her bra came off and he gasped at the sight of her firm, high riding breasts. She tugged at the nipples, making them stand up even straighter for him. Before removing her panties, she did a little bump and grind, her ass swaying slowly back and forth, an open invitation.
Watching her was even getting to me and I inched a finger between my pussy lips. It was immediately coated with my thick, hot oils and I shuddered through a tiny cum. It had been over a year since I'd been with another woman. I was beginning to wonder if my mother might be interested.
"Damn, Sis," Uncle Robert hissed, giving his cock a squeeze.
My mother had peeled her panties off her hips and was letting them slide slowly down her thighs. She kept one hand over her mound until she kicked the panties aside, and then she allowed him to see her blonde curls.
Uncle Robert continued to stare.
"Look how wet you make me," she breathed, gently stroking her furry patch. Clear oils clung to the hairs. Parting her lips with two fingers revealed a pink center, glistening with moisture. Her clit was erect and throbbing. Squatting slightly, she dipped a finger into her steamy snatch. It came out shiny wet, covered with her juices.
A whiff of my own heat reached my nose and I licked my lips hungrily. God, my mouth was watering for my own mother!
Her brother stepped forward and licked her wet finger.
They both moaned as they kissed again. She rubbed her nipples against his bare chest. While he caressed the firm muscles of her ass, she ground her pelvis against the erection throbbing in his pants.
"I have to taste it," he moaned as he licked his way down to her erect nipples.
"Yes," my mother hissed as she sank back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. "Lick my pussy just like you used to."
With a low groan, Uncle Robert buried his face between her legs.
Able to see everything, I squirmed and worked my finger in and out of my bubbling hole as I watched him eat her. Flattening out his tongue, he licked her entire slit. He tickled her clit with just the tip of his tongue and then he worked it downward and pushed it into her hole.
"Jesus," my mother hissed. Spreading her legs even wider, she placed her hands on his head and held his face tight against her crotch.
Uncle Robert continued licking her until she was thrusting steadily. He paused long enough to suck on her lips. Cupping her ass in both hands, he lifted her slightly and rimmed her ass-hole with his hot tongue.
"My ex-wife used to tell me I was the best cunt lapper she'd ever had," Uncle Robert said.
"You didn't tell her where you got all of your practice, did you?" my mother asked, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
"No." Uncle Robert's tongue slithered between her lips again.
"Jesus!" she repeated. With her eyes closed, her head rolled back and forth on the pillows. Her body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and her breasts jiggled with her steady humping.
"I want to eat you till you scream," he muttered. Now he was nibbling at her inner thighs.
"That won't take much," she gasped, forcing his face into her fork again. "I'm so close I can almost taste it."
I was pretty close to cumming myself. In fact, I was watching my uncle eat my mother through a lusty haze, my fingers churning my boiling juices to a froth. I began rocking my clit with my palm.
"Eat me!" my mother screamed, beginning to thrash about wildly. "Suck me! God, don't stop! Give me that tongue!" Finally, her words turned into obscene babbling and then to guttural grunts of pleasure.
Uncle Robert hung onto her ass with both hands and stayed right with her until she calmed down somewhat.
I climaxed, too, so hard that I almost fell off the shelf.
"Will you fuck me now?" my mother asked, a little pout on her pretty face.
"After you show me how well you've learned to suck cock," Uncle Robert told her.
When I caught my breath, he was kneeling over her face, rubbing his swollen cockhead back and forth across her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked him, moaning at the taste. I sucked my wet fingers into my mouth and shivered at the taste of my own juices. Suddenly, I wanted my father more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. While watching my mother suck Uncle Robert, I continued sucking my own fingers, pretending it was Dad's dick.
I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined my father was standing in front of me, gently fucking my mouth. He would stroke my cheek with the back of his finger and trace around my lips. Placing my hands on his ass, I would urge him to thrust deeper and moan around his meat as he inched into my throat. And then I would start on his balls, licking and sucking the bloated sac until he was humping the air in frustration.
"Is your pussy still as hot as your mouth, Sis?" Uncle Robert asked, his voice husky with need.
"Why don't you try it out?" my mother suggested.
I opened my eyes then, and watched as he dragged the wet knob of his prick downward. When it was between her breasts, she pushed the heavy globes up around him. They both moaned as he fucked the tight tunnel of flesh slowly. Pre-cum bubbled out of his hole and puddled on her chest.
"My pussy, Robert," she whispered. Releasing her breasts, she smeared his fluids around with her fingertips and then tasted them. "I need you in my pussy."
His cock began its journey downward again. He left a wet trail across her stomach and into her damp, tangled bush.
My mother captured her brother's cock in both hands. Spreading her legs wide, she guided it to her overflowing pussy. They both watched as the knob disappeared inside of her.
"It's been a long time, Sis," he breathed, fighting for control.
"And you still feel just as good as ever," she whispered.
Her hands left his cock briefly and she fondled his balls. I could even see her long finger sliding back to his ass-hole. That's when I reached for my dildo. I planted the suction cup firmly on the closet floor. Sliding off the shelf, I went to my knees and pushed my pussy down onto the fake dick. This placed me at a lower level, but I could still see everything.
Inch by inch, Uncle Robert fed his dick into my mother's pussy. When he was buried to the hilt, his balls nestled against her upturned ass, they kissed passionately.
"Fuck me," my mother groaned. "I want my brother to fuck me."
Uncle Robert pulled back until just the head of his dick remained inside. His shaft was covered with her juices. I sank down onto the dildo as I watched the tiny mouth of her cunt suck on his knob. The sexy toy only made my itch worse.
He shoved his prick into her again and withdrew only slightly. The lips of her pussy clung to him possessively. He thrust forward again, forcing himself even deeper than before. And yet, I had the feeling her pussy was sucking him inside. It wasn't going to let go until she was satisfied.
"That's what I want," she whimpered, grinding her body against his. "You always know what I want."
Little by little, they picked up a steady rhythm. Every time his cock appeared, it was wetter. Her juices poured out around his pistoning meat and his balls slapped her ass. I was bouncing up and down on my rubber dick, rubbing my clit as I watched the show.
Again, visions of my father came to mind. What if he was underneath me, pinching my nipples, rubbing my ass while I bounced up and down on his dick? What if it was his throaty groans of pleasure reaching my ears instead of my uncle's? My father would thrust upward into me as his cock swelled.
"Finger my ass," my mother groaned. "God, I want you everywhere at once. In my mouth and in my ass."
I returned to reality long enough to watch Uncle Robert push two fingers into her wet ass-hole.
"I have a dildo," she said suddenly, and motioned to the nightstand.
Uncle Robert's fucking movements slowed. He remained embedded in her pussy as he opened the drawer and reached inside. "Jesus, Sis, what do you want me to do with this?"
I sat still on my dildo, watching, wondering what she had in mind.
My mother wiggled out from under him and rolled onto her stomach. Then she lifted herself onto her knees in the middle of the bed and thrust her ass in the air. "Use my pussy to grease it up."
Uncle Robert did as she asked, easing the rubber dong into her slowly. Soon, he was moving it in and out rhythmically, reaching underneath to rub her clit. My mother grunted as she rocked back and forth on her knees.
"Now," Mom gasped, "put it in my ass-hole."
Again, Uncle Robert followed orders. He pulled the slimy dildo out of her cunt and pressed the rounded tip against her ass-hole. She used both hands to hold her cheeks wide and groaned when it finally popped inside of her.
My ass-hole was beginning to itch from watching them and I reached behind me, tickling the rosebud with my fingertips. My pussy spasmed around the dildo, sucking noisily.
Rocking back and forth on her knees this time, Mom forced the dildo deeper and deeper into her rectum. The pillows muffled her screams. But much sooner than I would have imagined, they turned to groans of pleasure.
"I need your dick in my pussy again, Robert," she moaned. The dildo was buried to the hilt.
Uncle Robert's dick was harder than before. He caught it in one hand and guided it to her bubbling pussy. As his dick slowly disappeared inside of her, he pulled the dildo out of her ass. When he pulled his cock back out of her pussy, he pushed the dildo back into her ass again.
How I longed for two dildos right at that moment.
Or maybe just two hard, hot, throbbing cocks to fill me to capacity. I began riding up and down on the fake dick again, pretending it was my father's cock. The finger in my ass was Uncle Robert's tongue.
"God, it feels so good," my mother said, gasping between each word.
I rubbed my clit. And maybe that was my mother licking my clit. Biting my lip to keep quiet, I bucked wildly as my orgasm built, crested, and then built to an even higher peak.
My mother appeared to be going through the same thing. Her body took both the dildo and my uncle's dick and reached for more. While fucking her steadily, Uncle Robert began rubbing her clit with his free hand.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she wailed.
We climaxed at the same time. My soft grunts of pleasure filled my small hiding space. As if from a distance, I heard her cries of release. The bed squeaked rhythmically while my uncle continued to fuck her.
Almost before she caught her breath, my mother rolled onto her back leaving Uncle Robert on his knees in the middle of the bed. She pulled the dildo from her ass, wet it in her pussy again and then sat up.
Still shuddering with pleasure, I watched her devour more than half of his length. And then, even as she urged him to fuck her mouth, she pushed the wet tip of the dildo between his cheeks.
Uncle Robert grunted in surprise, but he did not attempt to stop her. In fact, the look on his face was one of pure lust. It didn't matter what she did as long as she continued sucking him.
Shaking, gasping for breath, I watched my mother. Her mouth never stopped moving on his prong while she worked the dildo against his ass-hole. She squeezed him with her lips and teased him with her tongue.
He howled when the dildo slid into his butt hole. But he kept right on working his body back and forth between her face and the rubber dick. It went deeper with every movement.
"Sis, I can't take much more of this," he growled.
She freed him suddenly and her hand flew up and down his wet dick. "Cum on my face like you used to," she grunted. "Squirt your hot stuff all over me."
I was still slumped on the floor, almost too weak from my recent orgasm to move. Yet, watching her pump his dick with one hand and fuck his ass with the other wasn't something I could turn away from. This was incredible!
Uncle Robert's body was drenched with sweat. He grunted and fucked her fist faster and faster.
"Shoot it," my mother repeated over and over.
Finally, Uncle Robert gasped. A shudder ran through his body and then he stiffened. The little hole in the end of his dick winked. In the next heartbeat, cum blasted out of him, splashing onto my mother's face. That was followed by another and another and she kept right on milking him. She opened her mouth, catching some of the thick, white fluids on her tongue. She aimed his fountaining cock at her breasts and then, rolling onto her back, even managed to get some on her pussy.
The dildo fell out of Uncle Robert's ass-hole and lay on the bed, completely forgotten for the moment. My mother smeared his juices into her pussy and brought herself off one last time with her fingers. He collapsed on the bed beside her, completely exhausted.
In the closet nearby, I was cumming again, too. Visions of my naked father danced through my head. I pretended he was spraying his hot cum all over me while I masturbated for him.
My mother was sleeping soundly when Uncle Robert crept from her rumpled bed. He came into the bathroom, opened the closet door and motioned for me to come out. I did so only after hiding my dildo safely in a shoe box.
"What did you think of that?" he asked.
"God!" I groaned, and leaned against the closet door. "She even turned me on."
"A little girl/girl thing going on there?" he asked.
"It wouldn't be the first time," I assured him.
"Oh, yeah. You're going to have to tell me about it."
"I will. Tomorrow," I said as I turned to leave the room. "Right now, I need some sleep."
"Who was she?" he persisted, following me to my bedroom.
"Your daughter," I answered as I closed the door in his face.