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CHAPTER THREE

Frostie kept on munching her brother's drained cock for a while. His balls were hanging loose and slack now, all of his cum spent for the moment, but his cock was still fat and firm in her mouth – standing in rampant testament to his teenaged potency.

Then she pulled her lips off his fat cock-knob, and shifting her head around, she used her nimble tongue to gather up the stray spunk from his lower prick and balls.

Rachel, watching this, took the rubber cock out of her lips and emulated her daughter's performance, licking up and down the slimy cockshaft.

Her naughty kids were already into incest, the horny housewife was thinking.

They were already corrupted and depraved.

Why shouldn't she take advantage of it?

She fully intended to, all of her inhibitions melted in the heat of her desire, her maternal instincts overwhelmed by carnal lust.

But she knew it would be better to involve herself in the relationship gradually, working up to rather slowly, than to just announce her presence out of the blue. She didn't want to shock or embarrass the kids.

She knew that the teenagers were so randy today because they had listened when their mother and father were fucking that morning.

If they liked to spy, Rachel was damned well going to give them something to spy on – and plenty of it.

But, for now, she was content to play the peeper herself, as the second act began to unfold.

Frostie licked down into her sibling's groin, worked around his balls and slurped back up his cock. She took the bulging prickhead into her lips again.

His virile cumbags were already starting to balloon with another cum-load.

He frigged in and out of her lips.

It seemed as if his cum-hungry sister were going to milk him off again.

But, as much as she adored a mouthful of cock and a bellyful of jizz, Frostie was ready to get her own rocks off by this time.

Her greedy mouth was sated – sort of – but her pussy was steaming for some attention.

She sucked a bit longer, screwing her mouth down on his prick. Then she drew away. She had polished his cock-knob to a purple luster. It was gleaming atop his elongated prick like a wet gemstone.

"Lie down, Brother!" she whispered, spunk spraying from her lips as she spoke.

Chuck grinned and got down on top of the trap door, still maintaining security – not realizing that barring the door did no good now, because their mother was already in the attic and looking on with glee.

He lay on his back, his cock towering up above his groin like a rocky spire and his cumbags steadily filling up again at the base of his prick.

Frostie stood up and removed her skirt.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

Obviously, she had known what they would be doing and figured it would have been silly to put on a garment that she would be removing again so soon.

Naked, she stepped across her brother and stood over his prone form.

He gazed up into her groin.

Their mother's attention was focused on that foaming fuckhole as well.

Mother and son were both licking their lips.

Frostie's pussy was gaping open in a wide oval. Her coral pink cunt-lips were unfurled like a flower and her cunt-slot was full of juice.

Her clit was standing out in a little taut knot, as if echoing her nipples.

Cunt-juice was pouring into her crotch, turning that groin grotto into a steaming swamp. Ribbons of the gooey stuff unwound down her inner thighs.

She gracefully sank down to her knees, straddling her brother's eager, upthrust head.

Chuck was shooting his tongue out even before he had made contact with his sister's cunt. He was staring at that juicy delicacy like a hungry child looking into the window of a candy shop.

Rachel was having trouble controlling herself.

It had made her plenty excited to sec Frostie suck Chuck off and drink his jizz, but this return engagement was stimulating her in two ways.

She envied her daughter a cuntful of Chuck's tongue – and, equally, she envied her son a snack on that sweet and delectable cunt.

"Feed me, Sis!" Chuck croaked.

His tongue was humming like a vibrator.

"Sit on my face, baby!" he urged.

His hands slid up her slim flanks and he cupped her by the trim cheeks of her ass.

Frostie lowered her loins and rubbed her cunt against his mouth and chin. She brushed her pussy up and down, mopping his whole face.

His nose sank into her cunt-slot and slid across her clit, and the boy whined like a doggy as she inhaled her tantalizing pussy perfume.

His tongue whisked and flailed. He lapped into her cunt-slot and slurped on her clit. He tongued both unfolded pussy-lips at the rim, then stabbed in as deep as his lapper would go, in a tongue-fucking action.

She rode his face, her ass twisting. Her thighs tensed and rippled as she saddled her groin on his head, jerking in spasmodic bliss.

Whatever the boy lacked in technique, he more than made up for by enthusiasm.

Their mother could hear Chuck slurp and slobber as he gorged in the girl's gooey groin.

She could see his nimble tongue flash in and out, spooning out cunt-juice lavishly.

Then the youth clamped his mouth to his sister's pussy and began to quaff steadily.

She shuddered all through her nubile body.

"Yeah – eat, baby! Eat!" she wailed.

The flow from her cunt was getting hotter and thicker and more fragrant as her juice turned to cunt-cum. It was pouring into his mouth like heated wax.

She reached down and used her fingertips to spread her pussy open wider, as if she were trying to stretch the pliable slot right over his head – to put her pussy on his face like a rubber on a prick.

Chuck munched and gobbled ravenously, drinking the girl's goo with gusto.

Her slender back arched and her plump tits swung up and down, the tips swollen and distended.

His lips were plastered to her pussy like a rubber plunger on a clogged drain as he sucked her juices out. His throat pulsed as he swallowed.

Rachel yearned to have her son's mouth on her own muff – and to sink her tongue into her steamy fuckhole, as well.

"Cum, Sis! Cum!" Chuck gurgled, his voice muffled on her soaking cunt.

"Creamin', Brother! Ooooooh – drink me!"

The waves of joy came rushing across her loins and shot up her trembling thighs. Her pussy simmered and smoldered and dissolved at the depths.

Cunt-cum swirled down her chute and came flooding into her brother's panting mouth in a deluge.

She drained off and slumped, her head down, her chin resting on the slopes of her tits.

Chuck raised his head up, still stuck to her cunt. His mouth seemed to be glued in her groin by a paste of pussy-nectar and saliva.

He kept on dining in her pussy as she swayed on his face, moaning in rapture.

Frostie reached down below her blonde bush and fingered around, feeling his tongue and lips as they worked in her sodden cunt. She took her clit between thumb and forefinger and whipped it against his tongue.

Then she groped behind her back and got a handful of his cock, and balls.

Her randy sibling was fully aroused again.

She slid back and her pussy pulled from his mouth with a juicy slurping sound, breaking the suction. She squatted back on his lean belly and gazed down at his face. They smiled at each other in tacit understanding.

"Ready for a fuck?" Frostie asked.

"You know it is, Sis!" he enthused.

Now, with some last vestige of parental concern or maternal instinct, their mother wondered if she should prevent her kids from screwing.

Oral sex was very naughty, but she figured that fucking was the ultimate incest, a sin she should stop.

But would she?

No way!