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Marty’s ass clenched tightly as he plunged his cock in and out of his sister’s sucking, gripping cunt. His balls banged upon the sweet roundness of her naked ass, increasing her pleasure.
They’re about to come again, Ann thought with a burning mind. They’re about to come again and… oh, I am too!
She was holding her tits tightly, her sharp nails scratching at her tender flesh, and her cunt was twitching and about to snap into an electrically charged orgasm.
Ann came.
Her orgasm rushed through her body then it exploded in the center of her cunt. It seemed to be the strongest orgasm of her life. She could not stop her shout.
“Aaauuugghhh!”
Misty’s eyes opened and she saw her mother leaning against the door jamb, her body shaking. She knew her mother was coming, and she laughed in a lewd way.
Marty, hearing the shout, turned and looked. But it was too late for him to do anything. His cock squirted into his sister’s convulsing cunt just as he saw his mother.
Ann knew Marty was looking at her, but like him, there was not much she could do. Her orgasm was still ripping through her, freezing her to the spot.
Holding his cock deep inside his sister’s cunt, Marty stared at his mother, unable to stop his gushing flow of jism.
Ann’s gown was gauzy and totally transparent with the light behind her.
Marty could see the full outline of her naked body under the gown, the shape of her narrow waist, the curves of her hips, and her long thighs, parted to expose the shadow of her cunt hair.
Only after he had filled his sister’s cunt with his thick, creamy jizz did he manage to pull his cock from it and turn to face his mother.
Ann, by this time, had recovered from the power of her orgasm, and she stared back at him. There was no shame on his young, smooth face that she could see. Instead, he was grinning at her. She knew, immediately, that Misty had talked — told of what they had done with each other.
“Was it fun, Mother?” Misty asked, sitting up on her bed and crossing her legs before her, not at all concerned. “Was that fun to watch?”
“Marty…” Ann stammered, and then realized she was still gripping her tits. She dropped her hands to her sides, standing there shyly.
“I see you, Mom,” he said. “I can see right through your nightgown.”
A flush crept over Ann’s face, and she started to step out of the light.
“No, Mother,” Misty said. “Let Marty look. That’s only fair now that you watched us fucking, isn’t it?”
Ann stood still, her hands still at her side. Marty and Misty both looked at her. The knowledge that they could see the outlines of her body sent a thrill shooting through her. She started to close her legs, then stopped. Her feet were about a foot apart, so they could see the outline of her legs all the way to her pussy.
“I… I think I should…” Ann didn’t know what she thought.
“Oh, Mother! Stop it!” Misty said. “There aren’t any more secrets around here. I told Eric and Marty what we did with each other, and you know they’ve fucked me. Eric knows you watched us fucking, too. So what’s the big deal now?”
Ann gave a nervous smile. “I guess there isn’t any, is there?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Ann felt her children staring at her everywhere she went the next morning.
The way they looked at her made her nervous, but this was offset by her growing feeling of anticipation. They were not obvious about watching her, or even about the new aspect of their relationship.
It seemed to Ann that they were waiting for guidance or approval to continue fucking. But she couldn’t bring herself to let them know in any obvious way it was okay with her.
The only obvious naughtiness came from Misty. The sweet little girl could not keep herself from making comments with double meanings. She had a good sense of humor, and there was no way she was able to stifle it.
Ann wore a light dress — a bright yellow thing that gave her tall, slender body a fresh look. The skirt was full and swirled about her thighs when she walked. Although she wore panties, she had left off her bra since her daughter had told her girls seldom wore them any more. Her tits, loose inside her dress, gave her a delicious sense of freedom she had never known. She enjoyed the way her tits jiggled in free movement, and the gentle way her nipples brushed the thin material. It made them tingle and this in turn caused her cunt to throb and twitch constantly.
As she moved about the house that morning, feeling her two sons and daughter staring at her, she could not resist looking at the front of Eric’s and Marty’s pants but only if they didn’t notice her.
Ann still retained a portion of her former shyness. It had been so much a part of her life she was having trouble shedding it. Misty, despite her tender years, seemed perceptive of her mother’s feelings.
Misty caught Ann alone in the kitchen.
“Mother, you’ve got to get over this shyness of yours,” she said.
Ann paused as she filled the dishwasher. “I know, honey,” she replied. “But that’s hard to do. I can’t help it.”
“You fight it Mother.”
“Oh, sure. And how am I supposed to fight a red face?”
Misty giggled. “I think I can help, with Eric and Marty.”
Ann looked at her beautiful daughter. Misty felt no shyness and apparently had no inhibitions to worry about. It was the way she wished to be. She had known girls in school that were without inhibitions, and she had envied them. She had envied the way they flirted openly with the boys, teasing and tantalizing and dating. Misty reminded her of them.
“How, Misty?” she asked.
Misty gave her a mysterious smile. “You’ll see, Mother. Don’t worry about it. We’ll get you over this blushing.”
Ann felt anticipation and outright eagerness the rest of the morning. She listened to the low whispers of her daughter as she talked to her brothers. Ann was unable to hear the words. They were cooking something up, she knew, something that would, as Misty said, help her get over her shyness. Misty knew how thrilling it was to her when she watched them fucking, and Ann was sure it was going to be in that way.
This was the first day that her two sons and daughter had stayed in the house in months. Usually they were racing about the neighborhood with their friends. She realized how little she actually knew about her own children.
Maybe all the teenagers in the world were running around fucking like sex fiends. Due to her shyness Ann knew very little about the world outside her own home. Yet, with her erotic mind, she had read a great deal, and if she could believe the things she read, there was an awful lot of fucking going on around her not only among the teenagers. There was wife swapping and beautiful orgies where everyone fucked and sucked everyone else, too.
In her nervous anticipation, Ann made her household work drag out. It was one in the afternoon when she found she had finished everything. She no longer had an excuse, and finally entered the living room where Misty sat with her brothers. She immediately felt them staring at her and since they knew all about her watching them fuck, and licking Misty’s cunt, her face became pink.
Sitting down in the overstuffed armchair, she tried to concentrate on a magazine. But she kept looking up at her children.
Misty sat between her brothers on the couch, and they began feeling each other. Eric and Marty took turns kissing their sister, and Ann knew they made sure she could see their tongues move in and out of each other’s mouth. Both the boys soon had two beautiful bulges in the front of their pants, their cocks hard.
Seeing the outlines of her sons’ cocks turned Ann on and her cunt began to pulsate with a fiery heat, her clit swelling against the crotch of her flimsy panties. Her nipples hardened.
Eric slipped his hand along his sister’s thigh as Marty stroked on her wicked little tongue. Ann watched over the top of her magazine, seeing her daughter’s dress move up until most of the girl’s creamy thighs were revealed. Eric began moving his hand along his sister’s thigh.
Misty cooed and spread her knees. Marty began to fondle one of her small, firm tits, and Ann saw up her daughter’s dress. Misty was not wearing panties, and her hairless cunt could be seen.
Eric slipped his fingers up his sister’s inner thigh and probed at the sweet lips of her pussy. Misty mewled and scooted her ass to the edge of the couch.
When Ann saw her son slip his finger into Misty’s cunt, her own pussy seemed to burst into flames.
Eric finger fucked Misty, and Marty began opening her dress, revealing her cute, small, hard tits. He leaned down and began sucking on her tits and she giggled, leaning back and writhing her ass on Eric’s finger. Her eyes smoldered with pleasure.
“Mmmmm,” Misty murmured excitedly. “This is making me so hot! Oooo, feel me up, Eric! Marty, suck my tits! Ahhh, fuck my cunt with your finger, Eric!”
Ann listened and watched, her face pink. But her erotic feelings were strong within her. Her cunt was burning and twitching inside her panties, the crotch now almost soaked by her hotly seeping cunt juices. The magazine was now in her lap, forgotten, and she watched while her daughter was finger fucked.
Misty moved her hands to the front of Eric’s and Marty’s pants, cupping their bulging cocks and squeezing them. She kept her hot eyes on her mother, twisting her crotch against Eric’s plunging finger.
“I wanna get your cocks out.” Misty whispered in a thick voice. “I wanna got my hands on both your cocks!”
The two boys took time to open their pants, and with a look at their mother, pulled them out. Ann stared at her sons’ cocks. Although she had seen them when they fucked Misty, she was seeing them differently now. They were beautiful cocks — swollen into lovely hardness, with smooth heads and dripping pissholes. A soft moan bubbled from her as she watched Misty grip them both in her hot little hands and pump up and down, squeezing them tightly.
“Ohhh, so hard!” Misty whimpered, jacking on both cocks. “Golly, your cocks are so hard! Fuck my cunt, Eric! Fuck my hot cunt with your finger! Oooo, I love your hard cocks!”
Ann’s ass writhed against the chair, her eyes blazing with desire. The sensation in her pussy was overwhelming.
“I wanna get fucked!” Misty yelped. “One of you guys has gotta fuck me!”
With a glance at their mother, the two boys stood up and slipped their pants down. Eric removed his completely, but Marty shoved his to his feet only. Both boys wore shirts, and somehow this made it more erotic to Ann. She stared at her two sons’ cocks and balls. They were equally beautiful to her, and the palms of her hands itched to get hold of them.
She watched Misty jerk her dress to her waist, spreading her legs as her little ass hung over the cushions. Eric slipped to his knees between his sister’s thighs, and Ann’s gaze grew hotter yet as she watched him shove his cock into his sister’s hungry cunt.
Misty hissed her pleasure and began to churn her ass about, holding Marty’s cock tightly in one fist as her fingers clawed the cushions with the other.
“Oooo, so big and hard in me!” Misty said. “Your cock is so fucking hard up my cunt, Eric! Ohhh, fuck it for me, Eric! Fuck my pussy, Eric… fuck my cunt!”
The words inflamed Ann’s mind as she watched Misty’s naked, sugary ass churn as Eric plunged his prick in and out. She was mesmerized watching her son’s cock stabbing vigorously into Misty’s gripping cunt. Her own pussy flexed as if she were feeling his prick. She gripped the arms of the chair tighly, panting as the excitement increased within her burning body.
While Eric fucked Misty, Marty again sucked on her tit. She was naked and her bra was bunched about her trembling waist.
Ann watched her daughter’s ass churn up and down, twisting with erotic ecstasy. She saw Eric’s balls swinging against the tight flesh of her ass and she saw the girl’s hand pump swiftly on Marty’s cock.
As she watched with increasing excitement, she remembered her daughter telling her that Eric and Marty would love to fuck her hairy cunt. She felt the urge to stand up, rip her dress and panties from her steaming body, run to them and fuck Marty while Misty fucked Eric. If not for this damned shyness she felt, she might have done it then and there. But the inhibitions had been with her all her life, and despite the desperation she felt, she could not bring herself to do anything of the sort.
Marty, she saw, had run his hand down his sister’s trembling stomach and was agitating her swollen clit while his brother fucked her cunt. Her children, Ann knew, were much more experienced than she was. The terrible thing about it, she thought, is that I am sixteen years older than Eric. My teenaged son knows more about fucking than I do. Not only Eric, but Marty and Misty as well.
Misty was writhing and twisting her cute ass in frenzy now as she approached orgasm. She was making soft mewls and humping her cunt into Eric’s stabbing cock. She was no longer jacking Marty’s cock as the orgasm steamed through her small body, but she was gripping it very tightly.
Soft whimpers started in her throat, swelling into loud wails of ecstasy. Screaming out that she was coming, she slammed her tender cunt hard onto Eric’s pounding cock. Eric grunted in a thick voice, the muscles of his ass clenching. He gritted his teeth and squirted thick cum deep into her receptive cunt, wad after wad.
Misty yelled with delight as his cock flooded her cunt, then she went limp. Eric pulled his prick from her clinging hot cunt lips. He sat on the floor, panting with his efforts. Misty, her head leaning back on the couch, gasped with a hot glow of delight. Marty, his cock bulging almost painfully, was eager to get his prick into his sister’s steamy pussy.
Ann’s cunt boiled between her tight thighs, her clit almost giving her fits. She wanted to twist and pull on her clit as she gazed at her children. She waited, breathless, for Marty to fuck Misty. As she waited, she wondered how just watching them fuck could be so exciting to her. She had fantasized many times about this watching two people fuck. Now that she was seeing it closely, she understood the excitement of watching. She had almost come as she watched Misty and Eric come together.
Misty stirred, sitting upright with a bright smile on her lovely face. “Oh, that fuck was so good! Golly, you filled my cunt with your cum, Eric. The fucking stuff is dripping out of my pussy.”
Ann saw the silvery glob of jism oozing from her daughter’s cunt, glistening on her pink pussy lips. That, too, made her pussy throb eagerly.
Misty stood up, cupping her small hand between her thighs and curling her fingers around her cunt. “I gotta wash this hot cunt. I’m full of jizz.”
With a grin at her mother and a twitch of her ass, she went to the bathroom. Ann sat where she was, gazing at her sons, her gaze on their marvelous cocks. The boys grinned at her, their gazes obviously moving about her body. She felt a tingle of desire rippling in her cunt as they looked at her, and she wished they would come to her, strip her naked, and fuck her furiously. She wanted to tell them, but her voice was caught someplace in her chest. The desire shone hotly in her eyes, and it had to be obvious to them, she thought. Why didn’t they do it?
Misty returned, carrying soft drinks for her brothers and one for herself. Sitting back on the couch, she pulled her dress to her waist casually.
The boys began once more to feel their sister up. Ann watched them move their hands about her slim, creamy thighs, probing at her clit and rubbing it.
“Mother, stop blushing,” Misty said. “You’re sitting there blushing, and your eyes are almost melting. Watching Eric fuck me made you hot, didn’t it? Did it make your cunt tingle, Mother?”
A soft gasp came from Ann, and she nodded her head.
A sly grin spread over Misty’s sweet face. “Mother, you sit there with your knees tight. Are you ashamed of showing your hairy cunt to us?”
Ann’s flush became deeper yet.
“Oh, come on. Mother!” Misty urged. “At least you can pull your dress up, can’t you?”
Ann slipped a hand to the hem of her dress. For a moment, she didn’t move it then she began to inch her dress up. As she exposed a few inches of her thighs, the blush became very hot on her beautiful face.
“Is that the best you can do, Mother?” Misty asked. “Ask Eric and Marty. Just ask them if they want to see your hairy cunt, Mother.”
Ann’s gaze shifted from one of her son’s to the other. They were grinning from ear to ear, and they nodded their heads.
“I want to see your pussy, Mother. Come on — show us your cunt,” Eric said.
Ann’s dress was halfway up her thighs, but her knees were pulled together tightly. She couldn’t pull her dress any higher. She wanted to — how she wanted to — but she just couldn’t.
“We gotta give Mother some encouragement,” Misty said, getting to her hands and knees on the floor. Her dress was at her waist, and her naked ass twisted in the air. “Come on, Marty, let’s fuck! That will make Mother so fucking hot, she’ll pull her dress up.”
Ann watched as Marty stepped from his pants finally, then dropped to his knees behind his sister’s waving ass. He placed his hands upon her creamy small ass cheeks.
Misty ran her hand between her thighs and pulled his cock to her waiting cunt. Ann’s eyes grew so hot she thought they would melt from their sockets as she saw him shove his hard prick into hit sister’s cunt. The girl let out a soft wail of pleasure as she began to twist her uplifted ass to his thrusting prick.
Ann’s fingers, still at the hem of her dress, dug into her shaking thighs. Marty held his sister’s hips tightly in his hands, banging his cock back and forth in soft slaps against the cheeks of her hot, tight ass.
Misty turned toward her mother. “Now pull your dress up, Mother! Come on show us your hairy cunt, Mother! You’re not being fair! You sit there and watch us fucking, your pussy hot, and you gotta let us see your cunt!”
Eric, now sitting on the couch and watching as his brother thrust his cock into his sister’s hot cunt, looked at his mother and said: “Mom, come on. You see us… fair is fair, Mom!”
