"Mom get her licks" - читать интересную книгу автора (Andrews Kathy)

CHAPTER TWO

The house was quiet when she entered. Apparently Becky and Ben were hiding in a room, talking about what their mother had done.

The idea that they were discussing it excited Julie.

She went to her room, undressing completely. She carried her clothing into the bathroom, then ran the tub full of hot water. She noticed her panties, frilly and tiny and lacy, were soaked at the crotch. They had been clean and fresh when she put them on that morning. Usually Julie changed her panties at least twice a day, sometimes three. She sat on the toilet, listening to the tinkling of her piss, looking at the crotch of her panties.

She had certainly been hot, she realized.

With a giggle, she wiped her cunt with the panties, then standing, tossed them on top of her other clothing. She climbed into the tub, leaning back and looking down. Her tits were round and firm, beautifully and flawlessly shaped. Her nipples were a light-brown color, peaked half an inch. Her stomach was flat, with just the tiny hint of roundness. She lifted her ass, looking at the light, chestnut color of her cunt hair. She lifted one leg high. It was a beautiful leg: the calf curvy, her thigh slim and shapely.

"Not bad," she said to herself in a soft voice. "Not bad at all, Julie, for a mother with twins."

She didn't have to examine her ass to know how lovely it was. Her ass rounded in a compact tightness, the cheeks flexing when she walked. Her husband had loved to spend hours with her, caressing her ass. He had been, as he called it, an "ass man".

It had thrilled her when he fondled her ass, kissed and licked the smooth, creamy-textured ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs.

Yes, she was indeed a beautiful woman, a woman who loved fucking, sucking, hard cock.

She didn't know why she had not sought out a new man after her husband's death. Perhaps it had been in the back of her mind that no other man would be as compatible, so willing and cager to indulge in those sweet, exciting things she and her husband had enjoyed.

Some men, she knew, thought a woman was a slut if she had sexual desires, wanted to experiment, enjoyed fucking. That was their fault, she told herself, not hers.

She washed herself, removing the sweat and grime. Deciding she would hire someone to finish up the weeding, she climbed from the tub, using a soft towel to dry herself.

Nakedly, she entered her bedroom and saw she had not closed her door. She had always closed her bedroom door before. With a shrug of her shoulders, she left it open, and sat at her dresser. She brushed her luxurious, dark hair, watching herself in the mirror. Her tits lifted and fell with her arms. She noticed her nipples were still peaked in hardness.

With things still in her mind, feeling wonderful, Julie pulled a pleated skin and frilly blouse from her closet. She rummaged about in the drawers and selected a fresh pair of bikini panties. There were a dozen bras in the drawer, all new, never worn. She had not worn a bra for many, many years.

A shiver ripped through her naked body, and she stopped as she reached back into the closet. Her hand had touched her robe. Her eyes sparkled as she pulled it out. Ignoring her skirt and blouse, she carried the robe to the bed. Sliding her feet into the revealing panties, she adjusted the crotch over her cunt. Her cunt made an appealing, bulge in them, the cunt slit outlined. The seat of the panties pulled upward, exposing the creamy lower half of each ass cheek.

She slipped into the robe, a vague thought in her mind.

Wearing the robe, she left her room. The lower part of the robe opened to reveal her long, enticing thighs, almost to her crotch. The top of the robe swelled outward, the creamy valley of her straining tits exposed, all the way to her waist.

Entering the living room, she saw her twins sitting together. She caught the look they gave her, and tried to ignore it. Becky and Ben both knew it was she who had sucked Ben's cock through the fence. They had known she was out there weeding. She mixed herself a glass of iced tea in a tall plastic glass.

Going back to the living room, she sat in her husband's favorite chair. She leaned back, bringing up the foot part. Crossing her ankles, she allowed her robe to part. Her long thighs were exposed, again almost to her crotch. Sipping her tea, she looked at her twins pointedly.

Ben squirmed his young ass on the couch, and Becky was trying to keep from giggling. Julie continued looking at them, her eyes bold and starting to smolder. Ben was wearing a new par of shorts, his chest bare. He was still small, and looked startling like his sister, yet with a masculinity beginning to form on his face.

Both were light-haired, like their father, with bright-blue eyes that were usually filled with mischief. Becky wore a sunsuit with flaring legs and an elastic waist, the top held up by two thin straps. Julie noticed, for the first time, that her daughter was starting to sprout tits. There wasn't much but nipple yet, but those nipples poked at the front of her sunsuit already.

Becky lifted a foot to the cushion of the couch, propping her chin on it, still trying to keep back giggles. Julie saw the slim thigh, and the teasing band of Becky's panties showed near her crotch. A warmth started between her thighs as she looked. There was something exciting about seeing that band of panties, so near Becky's young cunt.

She noticed Ben had slumped on the couch, his ass almost hanging over the edge, and he seemed to be trying to peek past her robe. He was trying to do it without his mother noticing, she realized with amusement.

Well, why not? Julie thought. I sucked his young cock, didn't I? Would it matter if he saw me? Fair is fair, isn't it? I suck his cock off and he wants to peek at my cunt.

No one had said anything so far, yet Julie could feel the tension in the air. There was something like anticipation between them, a heavy, erotic something. Even the air seemed to have the exciting scent of wet cunt and hard cock in it.

Julie uncrossed her ankles, testing her son. She parted her feet almost a foot apart before recrossing them. She watched her son closely, and saw his eyes widen briefly. He had seen her; Ben had caught a brief glimpse of her panties. She lowered her eyes to the front of his shorts, and noticed his cock was starting to bulge against them. Becky kept looking at her, her blue eyes starting to sparkle. This time, though, they didn't shine with mischief, but with a naughty, wicked gleam in them. Julie wondered if her daughter had seen the quick flash of her panties.

The answer was given to her when Becky moved her hand slowly down the back of her uplifted thigh. Julie didn't gasp, but her breathing increased as her eyes followed the small finger. Becky's eyes twinkled brighter as she ran the tip of her finger along the exposed leg of her panties.

"All right," Julie finally said, her voice throaty. "What's going on here, kids?"

Becky released her pent-up giggles, her finger touching the band of her sunsuit, near the crotch. Ben acted nervous, but he was still trying to get a glimpse of his mother's crotch. His cock, Julie saw, was pressing at his shorts, fully hard now.

It was Becky who answered.

"You put Ben's peter in your mouth, Mother," she said, giggling.

"Peter?" Julie asked, unable to stop grinning at the word. She had not heard that particular word in ages.

"You know, Mother," Becky giggled again. "His prick!"

Julie felt as if she should blush, but she didn't.

"I did?" she asked, smiling.

"I wasn't dreaming, Mom," Ben said, with just the faintest flush on his young face.

Julie thought quickly. There was no way she could deny it.

"So what if I did?" she asked, her voice low. She felt the wetness between her thighs, her cunt quivering.

"But you let him do it in your mouth, Mother," Becky said. "You let Ben do it in your mouth!"

Julie looked at them before she replied. "So I did. But what did I let Ben do in my mouth?"

Becky giggled.

Ben stared at his mother, eyes big. "Come on," Julie urged; "Let's get it out in the open, kids. Stop pussy-footing around and say it like it is."

Becky giggled again. "Pussy-footing," she echoed her mother. Becky pointed to her crotch. "Like this, Mother? This pussy? Not a kitten?"

Julie didn't answer her daughter. She fixed her eyes upon her son's straining cock. It was outlined now, and she was sure she could see his hard-on throbbing.

"You've got a hard-on, Ben," she said, her voice whispery.

"That's because you put his prick in your mouth, Mother," Becky said, bold and unashamed. "And because he's trying to look up between your legs."

"Becky! I am not!" Ben shouted. Julie smiled. "I think you are, Ben," she said. As if to prove her point, Julie uncrossed her ankles, parting her feet and leaving them there. She saw her son's eyes become big again, and he stopped breathing. Becky, too, looked.

"Like it?" Julie whispered.

Ben nodded, swallowing noisily. Becky giggled, her eyes flashing.

Now Julie answered her daughter's question.

She said it with no trace of embarrassment. "That kind of pussy, Becky. I'm talking a girl's pussy."

"I thought so," Becky said, her excitement showing in her face and voice. "Ben loves pussy, the girl kind of pussy, Mother."

"Becky!" Ben said, his eyes fixed between his mother's thighs. "I'm gonna hit you!"

Julie knew what her son and and daughter were seeing. She had looked at herself many times in mirrors. They were seeing the soft, sensitive inner flesh of her thighs, the crotch of her lacy panties, the way her cunt bulged inside, the moistening pussy slit. She trembled with delicious excitement.

The words being spoken went a shock of rippling pleasure through her skin. It was the way she had talked with her husband, both of them enjoying those naughty words.

"But Ben doesn't get to see many pussies, Mother," Becky went on. "He's always looking at mine, though. He likes to look at my pussy, Mother."

"Becky, you're gonna get us in trouble," Ben warned.

"Na, she won't, honey," Julie said in a thick sound. "No one will get into trouble here. I understand why you like to look at pussy. It makes your cock hard, doesn't it?"

"That's right, Mother," Becky said. "His cock. His cock gets real hard when he looks at my pussy." She peered at her mother's crotch again. "Just like it's hard now because he's looking at your pussy, Mother."

Julie's pulses were racing. "He can't see my pussy," she said. "I have panties on."

"He wants to see it, though," Becky said. "He told me he wants to see your pussy, Mother."

"Ben," Julie said, "can't you talk for yourself? Do you want to see Mother's pussy?"

Ben swallowed, but he nodded his head.

Julie felt a thrill shoot through her stomach, her cunt clenching in tightness. She could feel the tip, of her swollen clit against the crotch of her panties. She wanted her son to see her cunt. She wanted both of them to look at her cunt, and she wanted them to.

She parted her feet more, almost two feet apart. Ben's cock actually jumped visibly this time, and Becky made a soft cooing sound.

"So look at it," Julie whispered, passion boiling inside her. "Look at my pussy, if you want."

Becky was running the tip of her finger under the crotch of her sunsuit openly, her blue eyes seeming to be shooting sparks of wicked excitement.

Julie spread her legs, more, opening the flap of her robe to expose herself from her hips downward.

"You're very hard now," she whispered. "Don't come off in those shorts, baby."

Becky looked at her mother, her small hand moving toward her brother's hard-on. Julie nodded her head, and Becky slipped her fingers into the leg of her brother's shorts and pulled his cock free.

Julie gasped now, staring at her son's cock with boiling hunger. With her brother's cock free, Becky turned it loose and began to slide her fingers inside her sunsuit.

Ben stared at his mother, seeing the shadow of her thick cunt hair through the flimsy panties, the slit of her pussy outlined there, the wetness that was forming. Julie's eyes burned on her son's cock.

Of her twins, Becky appeared the more aggressive. Her blue eyes shone brightly, turning from her mother's crotch to her brother's uplifted cock. Julie's robe was open from her waist down, her panties apparently exciting both twins. She found it odd that there was no feeling of shame, neither from her twins or herself. She didn't question it, though. She was enjoying every second of this.

She said nothing as Becky shoved her brother across the couch, forcing him to his back. Julie's eyes remained on his uplifted cock, her mouth watering. Ben kept his head turned toward his mother, staring at her wet crotch, Julie said nothing when Becky stood on her knees, pulling the wide legs of her sunsuit open, then the crotch of her panties. She couldn't see much of her daughter's cunt, but she knew it was fully revealed. She felt, vaguely, that she should stop this before it went any further, but she didn't want to stop it. Her cunt was burning.

With deliciously naughty giggles, Becky squatted on top of her brother. She grasped Ben's cock with one hand and, holding her sunsuit and panties to one side, began to rub her young cunt back and forth on the head of his cock. Julie's eyes smoldered as she sat trembling with desire, watching them.

Apparently Becky and Ben had been doing this for some time. Julie didn't care. Her excitement was swelling to the point that her ass writhed in the chair. She strained her eyes, trying to see her son's cock rubbing at her daughter's cunt. There wasn't much she could see, and that irritated her. Her cunt was fiery and wet, and she wanted to see everything.

Ben was still gazing between her thighs, lying almost passively as his sister rubbed her cunt about the head of his cock. Becky was giggling and panting, glancing at her mother as if expecting Julie to stop then.

Julie placed her hands over her twin's tits, digging her fingers into them, feeling her tits through her robe. Her nipples strained in hardness. She began to whimper in voyeuristic pleasure and opened the tip of her robe. Ben swallowed as he saw his mother's lovely, firm tits Julie grinned at him wickedly and began to twist and pull at her own nipples. At the same time, she lifted her ass up off the chair, legs wide, and began to grind them wantonly. Dark hair showed along the edge of her soaked panty crotch, exciting not just her son, but her, too.

Becky squealed. "This is how we fuck, Mother!"

Julie's cunt sucked inward with a sweet sensation.

"Fuck?" she said, her voice whispery and thick.

"Oh, yes! This is the way I fuck Ben!"

"That isn't… you're not fucking," Julie breathed, squeezing her tit and trying to lift the fiery nipple to her tongue. "You're just rubbing at each other."

"We're fucking!" Becky insisted, wiggling her little ass back and forth.

Ben began to move, to arch his hips upward. His eyes were glassy with pleasure, yet he kept staring between his mother's thighs, at her uplifted crotch. Julie was twisting her ass about in tight short circles, licking her lips as she watched her daughter rubbing her cunt back and forth on Ben's cock. Perhaps they really didn't know his cock supposed to go inside her cunt to fuck. Maybe this rubbing at each other was all they knew, what they thought was fucking.

Ben was grunting now, his face turning pink. Becky was making more squeals, and her small ass moved faster. Although Julie couldn't see that well, she was sure her daughter was rubbing the hotness of her cunt lips along the shift of her brother's cock now. They were both getting ready to come – that was obvious.

Ben staffed swinging his hips up and down, and Becky banged her pussy against his cock. Soft, moist sounds came to Julie, inflaming her senses. Their movements were those of fucking, of a cock sliding in and out of a cunt, yet Ben's prick was not inside his sister's pussy.

A groan came from Becky, a groan that turned into squeals, her little ass churning. Ben grunted, his body shaking. Julie knew they were coming, and her own cunt rippled into a quick orgasm. She sobbed with pleasure.

Becky remained atop her brother for a long moment, then sat back on the couch. Julie saw come juice on her son's shorts, then glistening drops on her daughter's thigh near her crotch.

She lifted her chair to a sitting position, and with a dazed expression on her face, stood up on weak, shaking legs.