Chapter 7
It was another one of those nights.
My father was out of town on business and Chet had gone along with him.
It had been over a week since our threesome and it was easy to see that my mother was hungry for her brother again. She had come home from work, showered and put on a sleek emerald-green jumpsuit that I was sure was brand-new. The shiny fabric clung to her luscious curves leaving nothing to the imagination. She stayed close to him all during dinner, giving him hot looks and licking her lips seductively.
As the evening wore on, we settled in the den sipping coffee. She sat next to Uncle Robert on the sofa, bending over often, which allowed him to see down the front of her outfit. I was sure he was having a difficult time keeping his hands off of her. I was experiencing the same thing.
She wasn't wearing a bra. More than once, I saw her nipples harden, making stiff points in the soft material. I pretended to ignore them and when no one was looking, I squeezed my legs together, my cunt tingling.
He gave me a questioning glance when she left the room for a moment and I shook my head.
"You can watch," I whispered just before she returned.
Uncle Robert waited a few minutes and then he stood up and stretched. "Sis, I'm really bushed. I think I'll go on up to bed."
Mom looked disappointed, but she didn't argue with him.
"I guess that just leaves us," I said when he left the room.
"I guess so," she said softly, sounding a little bit sad.
We watched television for a while in silence. I took our cups into the kitchen and returned to the den, sitting down on the sofa beside her. Her light perfume teased my nose and I caught a whiff of her musky, woman scent. She really was as hot as I was.
I decided to add fuel to the fire. "A friend of mine gave me something at school the other day," I told her.
"What was it?"
"An X-rated movie. Have you ever seen one?" I asked.
"A long time ago. They never really turned me on."
"This one is different," I explained. "It's all about two lesbian lovers. The whole movie was written, directed and produced by women."
"That sounds interesting," she said. "Do you still have it?"
The tape was right where I'd left it. I popped it into the VCR. Pressing PLAY on the remote brought the TV screen to life. The very first scene was one of the most sensual bedroom scenes I'd ever seen. Two women were standing in front of the bed, undressing each other in soft, muted lighting. Everything was slow, unhurried, with lots of tender kisses and caressing. It was obvious that they weren't acting. This was for real.
There were no close up, wide open, wet pussy shots. The camera caught their arousal in different ways. A shuddering gasp when lips closed around a stiff nipple. A moan. Eyes glittering feverishly and two feminine bodies moving closer and closer together with every passing moment.
"Rub it." The two women were lying face to face on the bed now. "Rub my pussy."
When the camera finally moved downward, all that filled the screen were wet hairs halved by swollen pink lips. There was an even wetter finger that was just beginning to slide back inside.
"Lick it, please," the same young woman whimpered. "I love it when you lick me."
Her willing partner worked her mouth downward and the camera followed again. Again, there were no lewd, splayed cunts plastered all over the screen. There was a tongue sliding into the dark bush that had surrounded the finger earlier. A throaty groan came from the speakers and the young woman began humping her lover's face. And again, the woman using the camera made it even more sensual by using lots of different angles. The wet, sucking sounds could be heard, but on the screen was the close up of a bouncing breast. Throaty moans grew louder and louder, but the camera was showing a hand squeezing a hip rhythmically and just a glimpse of that wet pussy from behind.
I heard another groan, but this one wasn't coming from the TV. It was my mother and she was watching every move the two lovers made. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her fondling her breasts through her clothing. Those nipples looked even bigger than before. I was drooling from both ends.
"We haven't had much time to talk about the other day when the three of us got together," I began.
"I know," she said with a little smile. "It was kind of a surprise."
"Yeah, kind of. But I enjoyed it," I added.
"Me, too."
"I'd like to try it again," I said after another brief silence.
"That's what I had in mind," she said. "Then Robert went to bed and.. . "
"I mean just me and you," I told her, my voice soft and coaxing. I rubbed her shoulder gently.
My mother shivered at my touch. "I've thought about that. I didn't think you'd be interested."
I kissed her then, a tender, loving kiss. When she pressed her breasts against mine and parted her lips, I slid my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it and then offered hers. We finally came up for air, breathless and shaking.
"Touch me," my mother whispered, pulling down the zipper on the front of her outfit.
Her hard-nippled breasts were bared to my hungry gaze. I covered them with both hands. The nipples burned hot holes in my palms and my mother groaned as she covered my hands with hers. We kissed again and I inhaled her perfume as I kneaded her heavy breasts.
"God, I never dreamed another woman could make me feel this good," she breathed.
I licked my way down her chest, flicked one nipple with my tongue and then moved my head to the other. "I made you feel good the other day."
"I thought that was just because Robert already had me so hot. And I thought you were just so turned on from catching us that it didn't matter," she explained in halting, gasping sentences.
I lifted my head and fondled her shiny, spit-covered nipples. "Let's go upstairs and find out how interested I am," I told her.
Pressing OFF on the remote control, she silenced the television set. I followed her swaying ass up the stairs, pausing to squeeze my aching cunt from time to time. Once we were in her bedroom, she removed the jumpsuit completely. Naked now, she reached for me.
Of course, I had no way of knowing if Uncle Robert was watching from the secret hiding place or not. If he wasn't, it was his own fault. Right then, the most important thing was taking my mother to heights of ecstasy she'd never experienced before.
Just like the two women in the movie, we stood by the bed kissing. My mother rubbed her nipples against the soft fabric of my sweater. I sucked her tongue and listened to her moan as she clung to me with both hands. She humped the denim-clad thigh I worked between her legs, leaving an enormous wet spot there.
"You know when you licked me from behind in the bathroom?" she breathed.
I nodded. Squeezing her ass with both hands, I ground my pelvis against hers. My juices poured.
T masturbated this morning just thinking about that," she confessed.
"Show me how you masturbate," I whispered, as if I'd never seen it before.
My mother backed away from me and sank down onto the bed. Lying back against the pillows, she squeezed her breasts together, squirmed against the satin comforter and spread her legs wide. There was the familiar sight of her pink and gold pussy, oozing wetness. Groaning, she parted the swollen lips with two fingers, exposing her erect clit.
I caught a whiff of her woman scent again and began removing my clothes quickly.
"Show me your beautiful body," my mother breathed as she pushed the tip of her finger into her pussy.
Tossing my jeans aside, I peeled off my wet panties and watched the tiny mouth of her cunt sucking on her finger. She withdrew it and her pussy released it reluctantly. Then she smeared that wetness on her nub, gasping with pleasure.
I stood there watching the show, fondling my own breasts and humping the air slowly. By this time, she was working two fingers in and out of her tight pussy, her groans growing louder by the minute. Slowly, I knelt on the bed between her legs and squeezed my mound. I slipped a finger between my swollen lips and pumped it in and out a few times.
"What do you think about when you masturbate?" I asked.
"My brother's fat cock," she answered. "I can't seem to get enough of it since he's come to stay with us." Her fingers moved in and out faster.
"What about his tongue?" I asked.
"No, baby, it's the thought of your tongue in my pussy that drives me crazy," she moaned, pushing her finger-filled cunt toward me.
"Do you want me to suck you now?" I teased.
"Please," she whimpered. "I just need to cum."
Again, moving slowly, I licked my way up my mother's inner thighs. As my hot breath caressed her, she spread her legs wider and wider. By the time I reached her pulsing pussy, it was wide open, wet and ready for my mouth.
"Eat it," she moaned. "Oh, God, just eat it, baby."
My mother was too far gone for teasing by that time. I curled my tongue into a point and pushed it deep into her bubbling hole. She groaned and her pussy clamped down on my tongue like a vise. I flicked it in and out a few times, thrilled by the taste of her oils, thrilled even more by the way she humped my face. Instinctively, I pressed my aching cunt into the mattress, my own hot juices boiling.
"Use your fingers, too," my mother moaned.
I did as she asked, transferring my tongue action to her clit. I pushed two fingers deep into her clutching cunt and added a single, teasing digit to her butt hole.
"I'm cumming!" she squealed after just a few moments.
Suddenly, my mother's ass-hole and pussy clamped down on my fingers even tighter. Her clit throbbed underneath my tongue and it was all I could do to keep up with her wild bucking.
Almost before she caught her breath, she was asking for more. "Lick me from behind like you did the other day," she moaned, moving to her knees.
"Do you want my tongue in your ass?" I asked, continuing to tease her with my finger.
"Yes."
"Say it," I commanded, using my other hand to smear her juices around and around her tiny anal opening. "Tell me what you want."
"Stick your tongue in my ass-hole," she moaned, thrusting back against my hand. "Ream me. Suck my ass."
I didn't wait for her to continue and, again, skipped the preliminaries. I drove my tongue straight into her puckered hole, pushing it as deep as I could.
She howled with pleasure, grinding her ass against my face, forcing my tongue even deeper. This went on for a few minutes. I was too busy trying to control my own orgasm to do much else, but my mother was going crazy. She rocked back and forth on her knees, her moans growing louder by the minute.
My mother climaxed again. This time it seemed more like several, intense little orgasms that rocked her world and took her breath away. I was cumming right along with her, my pussy fluttering around my pistoning fingers.
"Don't you want something bigger than my tongue in your ass?" I asked when I could talk again.
Even though I pulled my tongue out of her ass-hole, I continued to lick it, listening to her gasp with pleasure.
"Yes," she hissed.
"Something big and hard?" I questioned. "A dick," she whimpered rolling onto her side. "God, I love having a dick stuffed in my ass."
"I don't have a dick," I told her.
"The dildo. Use my dildo," she moaned, pointing to the drawer where it was hidden.
I fingered her ass-hole while reaching for the fake dick. The moment my fingers closed around it, my pussy spasmed. I squatted on the bed and pushed it up inside of me, groaning as I worked it in and out.
My mother watched, squeezing her mound with one hand and whimpering softly. "Make yourself cum," she said.
I sank back onto my ass, leaned against the bed post and spread my legs wide. With one hand, I pumped the big dildo in and out of my hungry hole. I rubbed my clit with fingers of the other hand. From this position, I could look down and see everything. My lips were stretched wide around the dong and my juices glistened on the surface. My little clit jerked and throbbed.
And lying directly in front of me, my mother was fingering herself to oblivion.
Within seconds, I grunted, slammed the dildo deep and brought myself to a roaring climax. I was vaguely aware that my mother was cumming, too. And I could almost sense Uncle Robert watching from the hiding place.
"Now my ass," my mother said, moving onto her knees again. "Fuck my hot ass."
I pulled the dildo from my pussy with a wet slurp. Pressing the greasy tip against her splayed rectum, I worked it in a circle and applied steady pressure. She moaned into the pillows and pushed back against it. To my surprise, she did not scream or make any sound at all when the dildo slid into her. Even though it stretched her very wide, she just held her breath for a few minutes. Her ass squeezed the dildo tight. Her pussy pulsed.
And then my mother began to moan. "Fuck it. Fuck my ass-hole."
Shaking all over, I pushed the dildo deeper, pulled it out and then inched it into her again. Soon, I was fucking her ass steadily, giving her almost the full length of the fake dick. She was taking everything I gave her and reaching for more. Her body bucked and quivered as she moved from one level of excitement to another, each one taking her closer and closer to release.
"Lick my pussy, baby," she whimpered.
Rolling onto my back, I placed my head between her legs. There was my mother's drooling twat hovering just over my lips. Her pussy juices dripped onto my cheeks. She cried out when my tongue touched her and she began shuddering almost immediately.
And all the while I'd been sliding the dildo in and out of her ass-hole. Now, I added to her pleasure by pushing my tongue deep into her pussy.
"Damn, I want to cum!" she grunted, humping my face, humping the dildo. "I want to cum all over your mouth."
In reply, I rammed my tongue deeper. Then I realized she was pinching her clit with two fingers.
What a sight we must have been! I imagined Uncle Robert was going crazy watching his sister get off like a rocket with her daughter's tongue in her pussy and a dildo sticking out of her ass. The thought of him seeing us like that added to my pleasure and Ispread my legs, humping two fingers rhythmically.
Within seconds, my mother was smearing her pussy all over my face as her orgasm took her breath away. Her guttural grunts reached my ears and she continued to ride my tongue and the dildo steadily for several minutes.
My own ass-hole itched for some attention. I imagined my father there on the bed with us. He would hold my legs high and wide and feed his fat dick into my ass inch by inch. Quickly, he would pick up our fucking rhythm and shove his meat into me again and again. With a roar, he would empty his balls deep into my bowels.
Again, dreaming of my father, I climaxed right along with her. Moaning into her muff while my body thrashed about wildly on the bed.
Slowly, she began to relax. Her ass-hole released the dildo. I withdrew it and tossed it aside. She slid off my face and kissed my lips while struggling to catch her breath. I was returning to reality at the same time, my ragged breathing filling the room. Even as our moans turned to satisfied whimpers she continued to kiss me.
"Have you had a lot of experience with other women?" she asked as she licked my sweaty breasts.
"Some," I answered, surprised that her touch could rekindle my desire so quickly.
"Will you teach me to eat pussy like that?"
"It's easy," I explained, my voice shaking. "Just do what you like to have done to you."
My mother moved her head from one of my nipples to the other until I was gasping. Then she moved her mouth down my flat stomach, leaving a wet trail of kisses that seared my flesh. She swirled her tongue through my damp, tangled bush and coaxed my legs apart with both hands.
Despite my recent orgasm, I could feel my clit beginning to swell again. My pussy was hot and tingling so that by the time her tongue danced across it, my juices began to flow again.
"Ummm, you taste so good," she moaned as she flattened her tongue and licked me again and again. "Sweet and tangy at the same time."
"Just like you," I murmured, and touched the top of her head. "Stick your tongue in me."
She did as I instructed.
"Now suck my clit."
Again, my mother obeyed.
"Back to my pussy and then stick your tongue in my ass-hole."
The last sentence came out as nothing but a series of grunts and were totally unnecessary. My mother knew exactly how to turn me on. Using her tongue and, at last, her fingers, she brought me to a roaring cum that seemed to go on for an eternity.
Afterwards we slept in each other's arms. As I dozed off to sleep, I counted the people Uncle Robert and I had brought into our circle. My father was the only one left out, and I had to do something about it!