She wondered how often they had watched her, what they had seen, and what their thoughts were.
“Are you mad at us, Mom?”
Marla looked up and saw her son entering the room. Her eyes went immediately to the front of his pants. She didn’t see a hard-on, but there was a lovely lump there. Behind him Sally peered at her.
Marla shook her head.
“Well, you shouldn’t be, Mother,” Sally said, walking past her brother and flouncing into a chair, drawing her feet up and crossing them. Her slim thighs were showing as she tucked her skirt between them, looking at her mother. “Why get mad at us for doing what you do?”
“I’m not… I’m not mad,” Marla replied. “I think I understand it.”
Bob sat down on the floor near his sister, lifting one knee and pulling it to his chest.
“I know you two have watched me,” Marla went on in a low voice. “Hearing you, seeing the mirror, is enough to tell me that. Any other mother would probably be very angry with you, but I understand.”
Sally and Bob said nothing. They sat and listened to their mother.
“Do you have something to say, Sally?”
“I think Dad was a fool, Mother,” Sally replied.
She had her hands between her crossed thighs, and it looked to Marla as if her daughter was cupping her concealed cunt.
“He had it made, didn’t he? I mean, that’s what men want, right? You gave him everything, made all his dreams come true, and he walked out on us. See, be was a fool.”
Marla watched her daughter’s hands, suspecting Sally was creating pressure upon her cunt, perhaps trying to make herself come. She glanced down at her son, who rested his chin on his uplifted knee. He wasn’t looking up at her, Marla noticed, but at her knees.
Glancing down, she saw that her knees were about six inches apart. She wondered if her son was seeing under her skirt, between her thighs, perhaps her panties. The idea sent a ripple of excitement through her. She had the urge to swing her knees wide-open, give him a good long look at her panties.
She wondered if her son was like she was, like his sister was showing herself to be. After all, he did watch his sister imitating her with the mirror. The idea sent a shudder through her. Not a shudder of revulsion but one of excitement.
“What do you know about men, what they want?” she asked her daughter. “You’ve never gone out on a date yet.”
“I know what I want,” Sally replied, with a soft giggle of lewdness. “And if I want it, I’m sure the guys want it, too.”
Marla gazed at her daughter. Sally’s green eyes seemed alive with fire.
“And you, Bob?” Marla asked, her voice shaking slightly.
Bob’s eyes burned, and without any hesitation, he blurted, “I wanna do it, Mom. I wanna do everything you and Sally do.”
Marla trembled, her cunt pulsating with more wildness than ever.
CHAPTER TWO
Marla wanted to ask what Sally and Bob had been doing with each other. The idea they might be fucking sent chills of bubbling delight through her. Even if they were just touching each other — Sally jacking her brother off, Bob fingerfucking his sister, it was enough to make Marla’s pussy spasm with wet heat.
She gazed at her daughter’s hands, and saw the slight movement. Sally was indeed rubbing at her cunt, feeling it through her dress and panties. She gazed openly, significantly, and Sally knew her mother was watching her hands. Marla smiled as she glanced back at her daughter.
Encouraged by her mother’s expression, Sally pushed her fingers hard into her cunt, a soft moan coming from her. Bob, hearing his sister moan, glanced up. He saw where Sally’s hands were, and looked back at his mother.
Marla’s eyes flashed and she nodded her head.
“You can, too, baby,” she whispered. “It’s okay if you do it, too. I know what it’s like. I told you, remember?”
Bob cock strained at his pants, outlined in hardness. Marla stared at it, licking her lips, swallowing. She was anxious for her son to touch his cock, to rub it while she watched. She wanted to see her son and daughter play with themselves, enjoy being with them the way she fantasized being with others, all of them as hot and eager as she. She didn’t want her son or daughter to feel ashamed of their desires, nor be tormented because they couldn’t get satisfaction, relief, from the terrible pressure. She wanted them to be happy and satisfied, even in their sexual desires — especially in their sexual desires.
Sally was openly rubbing at her cunt now, but she still had her skirt and panties between it and her hand. She was starting to breathe faster, her eyes taking on a glazed expression, her pouting lips parted. Her daughter was eagerly touching her cunt, but Bob didn’t seem ready yet.
“Bob, I can see how hard you are,” Marla said in a thick voice. “I can see you’re very excited. Look at your sister; Sally isn’t shy.”
Bob turned his head, seeing his sister rubbing her hand up and down her crotch. When he turned back to his mother, Marla had opened her knees more, and he found he could see the creamy inner flesh of her thighs, with the shadow of her panties under her skin. He stared a long moment, then looked at his mother’s face.
“I know what you can see,” Marla said, smiling at her son.
Bob lowered his eyes again, and this time Marla opened her knees wider. Sally too, gazed under her mother’s skirt. Marla felt her cunt pulsating, felt the wetness seeping through her panties. She dragged her skirt up, inch by inch, watching the faces of her son and daughter.
Bob’s cock looked as if it was about to burst from his pants.
“Want to see more?” Marla asked, throatily.
“Oh, yes, Mom!” Bob groaned.
“Sally?” Marla asked her daughter, who was now rubbing her fingers up and down her crotch with envious pleasure.
“I want to see it, Mother!” she gasped.
Marla’s mind spun with pleasure. This was a dream coming true to her. In her fantasies, she had dreamed her son and daughter would want to see her, see her cunt. Her mind boiled with desire. Here, with her son and daughter, she could enjoy everything she dreamed of, longed for. And no one would ever know. No one could ever call her bad names because of her boiling hungers. Bob and Sally wouldn’t, she knew. They wanted it as much as she did.
Marla had inched her skirt up until it was almost at her crotch. She watched their faces closely, feeling the heat searing her flesh. Bob was gasping softly as he stared at what his mother had exposed. Seeing her this way sent his balls into a writhing ache, and his cock jerked with powerful hardness.
Sally was gazing at her mother, too, and now she had lifted her skirt and had her hand inside her tight panties.
“Look what your sister is doing, Bob,” Marla whispered.
Bob turned her head and saw Sally’s hand inside her panties. He giggled and shoved a hand to his cock.
“Mmmmmm, that’s it, Bob,” Marla gushed hotly. “You can do it, too.”
Bob lost any reserve he had. He fumbled with his pants, Marla watching him in excitement. His cock popped from his pants, standing up very hard. It was not a huge cock, but his cockhead was round, and smooth and very swollen, his cockshaft throbbing. Marla felt her cunt suck inward with hunger as she stared at her son’s exposed cock. Bob closed his fist about his cock and began to pump on it, his eyes darting at what his sister was doing, then back to his mother.
“You did say you wanted to see more, didn’t you?” Marla asked her son and daughter.
Both nodded their heads eagerly.
With a soft whine of pleasure, Marla swung her knees wide, jerking her skirt to her waist at the same time. She scooted her ass to the edge of the couch and shot her palm to her pussy. She rubbed hard, twisting her ass about.
Having her son and daughter see her touching herself sent burning hungers through her body. With a squeal, she jerked the tight crotch of her panties to one side.
“Ohhh, I’m so hot!” Marla wailed, lifting her revealed cunt into the air a
nd rubbing a fingertip frantically at her swollen clit. “I’m so hot I can’t stand it!”
Bob gulped as he gazed at his mother’s hairy cunt, his fist squeezing his cock very hard. Sally was making gasping sounds, her hand very busy inside her panties.
“Take your panties off, Sally!” Marla hissed. “Let us see your sweet cunt! Show me and your brother your pretty pussy!”
Sally and Bob, intensely aroused, stared at their mother. Marla was almost out of control now. She held her panties to one side, and began to thrust her finger in and out of her curt. The wet sounds seemed loud in the living room. Sally pulled her hand from her panties, looking down at her brother. Bob was staring with wide eyes at his mother, his cock jerking hotly inside his fist.
“Mom, do you know what you’re doing?” Bob asked, his voice shaking.
“Yes, damn it!” Marla sobbed, driving her finger deep inside her cunt. “I’m fingerfucking my hot cunt and letting you two watch me! I know what I’m doing! Sally, take your fucking panties off! Show us your beautiful cunt! Bob, you take your pants off, too!”
Sally and Bob looked at each other, then back at their, mother.
“You mean it, Mother?” Sally asked.
“I mean it, damn it!”
“Mom, you’re not gonna be mad at us later, are you?” Bob wanted to know.
“I’ll tear your fucking clothes off myself if you don’t hurry!” Marla hissed, shoving two fingers up her cunt now.
Sally lifted her ass and jerked her panties off swiftly, giggling like a naughty girl. Bob shoved his panties down his legs and kicked them from his feet. Marla’s eyes fixed on them, and she plunged her two fingers into her cunt in a wet frenzy.
“Grab your brother’s cock, Sally!” Marla hissed.
Sally slipped to the floor, and with her eyes glazed, grabbed Bob’s cock and began to jerk up and down with a hot fist.
“Jack him, honey!” Marla urged hotly. “Jack that hard cock! Bob, shove your hand to your sister’s cunt! Feel her fucking cunt up! Play with her cunt, Bob! Sally, jack that hard cock off!”
Both Sally and Bob obeyed their mother. It wasn’t because of fear, but because of their intense arousal. Both watched their mother as Marla tossed and twisted her hips about, fucking herself brutally with two fingers. Sally pumped on her brother’s cock and Bob was rubbing at Sally’s soft, steaming cunt feverishly.
Marla, staring at them with wild eyes, suddenly arched her crotch tightly into her fist, and came.
“Ohhh, shit, shit!” she squealed in a tight voice. “Ohhh, I’m coming already! Oooooh, my… my hot, wet cunt!”
Sally gripped her brother’s cock hard, but she wasn’t jerking it now. She was staring at her mother, seeing her puffy, hairy pussy lips clamping tightly with orgasm. Bob, awed by what he was seeing, had shoved a finger into his sister’s tight cunt, but he wasn’t moving it. Both Sally and Bob were fascinated by their mother, watching her come with ass-shaking ecstasy.
Marla slowly came down from her orgasm, her hips lowering. She pulled her finger out of her cunt, and her face glowed with pleasure. The fog lifted from her eyes.
“Oh, that was very good,” she mewled, grinding her hips from side to side lewdly. “I can’t get enough of it! I love to come!”
It was then she noticed her daughter was still clinging to Bob’s cock but not moving her fist. Sally knelt with her knees, spread wide, leaning down to hold Bob’s cock. Bob, leaning against the chair his sister had been sitting in, had his hand under her skirt.
“Don’t stop, please,” Marla gurgled. “Let me watch you! Please, I want to see you. I’m sorry if I frightened you, but I can’t help it!”
“You really mean it, then, Mom?” Bob asked.
“Oh, baby, yes!” Marla hissed.
Sally giggled softly and pulled her hand from her brother’s cock. She remained on her knees as she lifted her skirt to her waist. Marla gazed at her daughter’s cunt.
“Oh, that’s so pretty, Sally!” Marla moaned as she stared.
Sally had few hairs on her cunt, and her sugary pussyslit was fully exposed. Even the tip of her clit was seen peeking out with provocative hardness, wet with her sweet fuckjuices.
“Mother, I want Bob to fuck me,” Sally said, her voice trembling with emotion.
“Can he? Will you let Bob fuck me, Mother?”
Marla sucked in air, her tits thrusting out, her nipples pressing at her blouse. She stared at her daughter’s succulent cunt with steamy eyes.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Oh, yes, yes!”
Bob’s cock jerked up and down as he leaned over and looked at his sister’s cunt. When he turned to look at his mother again, his eyes went immediately to Marla’s hairy pussy.
“I can fuck her, Mom?” he asked with trembling words. “You don’t care if I fuck Sally?”
“Fuck her, Bob!” Marla insisted. “Fuck your sister!”
Sally, squealing with excitement, turned her back to her brother, jerking her skirt to her waist. She leaned over, looking past her shoulder at her brother, sticking her sweet, tight ass out.
“Come on, Bob! Fuck me before Mother changes her mind!”
Bob looked at his sister’s naked ass when Sally leaned over on her hands. His cock was ready to burst, and Marla noticed it.
“Oh, Bob, ram that cock up your sister’s cunt before you come!”
Then Marla had a thought.
“You can come, can’t you?”
Bob nodded his head, his tongue pushing between his lips as his eyes became glazed with passion. Sally was on her hands and knees, waggling her cute ass with lewd invitation.
“Mother said you can!” Sally yelped hotly. “Come on, Bob! Stick it to me! Hurry up and fuck me! Mother said you could!”
Bob knelt behind his sister’s shivering ass. He held his cock tightly at the base, staring at the cunt between his sister’s slender thighs.
Marla couldn’t sit there, couldn’t be still. She slipped to the floor and crawled toward them, her eyes glazed with passion. She sat on her heels near them.
“Let me!” she hissed, taking hold of her son’s cock with, one hand. Her other hand moved to her daughter’s cunt, spreading her pink pussylips with two fingers. “Let Mother help put your cock in her pussy.”
She pulled her son’s cock forward, and made a hissing sound as she saw the swollen head of her son’s cock enter her daughter’s cunt.
Bob gasped with the wet heat closing about his cock.
Sally squealed as she felt her cunt part and stretch, feeling the head of her brother’s cock sliding into her slippery, tight cunt.
“Ohhh, beautiful!” Marla whispered, her eyes staring at Bob’s cock and her daughter’s accepting cunt. “Shove it in her, Bob! Ohh, Sally, Bob is going to fuck you! He’s going to fuck your pretty cunt!”
“Hurry, Bob!” Sally gurgled, swinging her naked ass about. “Ohhhh, yes, hurry and shove it in me! Ooooh, I like it! It feels so big in me… I like it better than my fingers!”
Marla pulled her hands from them, placing her palms on the cheeks of her son’s naked ass. She leaned in close, watching his cock slide into her daughter’s cunt. Her other hand moved beneath Sally’s body, cupping one of her tits, squeezing it. Her own cunt was throbbing, her panties feeling tighter than ever, now creeping back into her pussyslit. She pushed on her son’s ass with her hand.
“Fuck her, Bob!” she groaned. “Ohhhh, fuck that sweet cunt! Fuck it hard, Bob! Sally loves it! Your sister loves that hard cock up her hot cunt, don’t you, Sally? Don’t you love your brother’s cock in your cunt?”
“Yes!” Sally screeched, feeling her brother’s cock deep inside her, feeling the hard throbbing of it. “I love it, Mother! Fuck me, Bob! Ohhhh, fuck me good!”
Bob lunged his cock back and forth, biting his tongue as he gasped in ecstasy. Marla listened to the wet sounds of her son’s cock going in and out of her daughter’s cunt. She slipped her hand down his ass, shoving it between his thighs. She grabbed
his swinging balls, clutching them tightly, twisting and pulling. Her other hand shoved underneath Sally’s sweater, and she began to squeeze her naked tits, pulling and twisting at her daughter’s stiff nipple.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” she moaned. “Fuck her, Bob! Ohhhh, that’s so beautiful, seeing your cock in your sister’s cunt!”
She ran her hand feverishly about her daughter’s tits, puffing them from her sweater and puffing Sally’s skirt up onto her back. She fondled her daughter’s belly, then moved her fingers down to her boiling cunt. She rubbed Sally’s swollen clit, feeling her son’s cock pounding back and forth violently. She felt how full her son’s balls were in her hot hand. With a hissing sound, Marla leaned forward and kissed her daughter’s humping ass, rubbing at Sally’s distended clit with a firm finger.
Sally was sobbing with ecstasy as her brother rammed his cock in and out of her cunt, going deep. She arched her ass to him with wanton excitement, lowering her head and shoulders to the floor.
“That’s it, Sally!” Marla cried out, shoving her hand back to her daughter’s tit. “Shove that pretty ass back! Shake your hot ass, Sally! Ohhh, Bob, shove your hard cock up her cunt! Fuck the piss out of your sister’s hot, wet cunt! Oooooh, Sally, you have such hard tits! They’re wonderful titties, baby!”
Clutching her son’s balls, Marla licked her tongue about her daughter’s creamy, shivering hips, running it down to her thigh, then back up again. She licked over one cheek of Sally’s hot ass, swirling her tongue wetly. She inhaled the exciting scent of her daughter’s wet, hot cunt and her son’s hard cock. Her cunt was steaming and she was becoming drenched in the crotch of her panties. Her own clit was protruding with hardness.
Bob was grunting as he thrust his cock back and forth, feeling his sister’s cunt grip him with wet heat. The way his mother was pulling and twisting his balls wasn’t helping his control any.
Marla, drawing her face back, found she could see her son’s cock plunging into Sally’s cunt. She could see the tight way those sugary pussylips clung to his hard prick. She breathed hard, her pointed tits swelling inside her blouse. “Ohh, Bob!” she wailed.
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