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CHAPTER FIVE

Rachel went down from the attic and to the master bedroom. Wanting to make sure that she kept the kids at home and interested, she put on her sexiest negligee. It was slinky and semitransparent and she studied herself in the looking glass.

She was sure that Chuck and Frostie would not want to leave the house when their curvaceous mom was parading around in that provocative garment.

Her fat tits were spilling from the bodice, exposed almost to the nipples, showing lots and lots of deep, smooth cleavage.

The bushy vee of her cunt showed in a shadowy triangle through the sheer material.

Satisfied that she was presenting an eyeful, she set her scheme into motion.

Rachel was horny to suck and fuck with both of her teenaged children, but she reckoned that the best way to get around to family frolic was to put on a performance, to begin with. After all, she had played the peeper on them – she owed them a show.

Her husband had had flowers sent to her on their last wedding anniversary.

The boy who had delivered the flowers had been an attractive kid, and Rachel had been tempted to seduce him at that time. But it hadn't seemed right to fuck someone else on her anniversary.

Today was a different matter.

She phoned the florist and ordered a dozen long-stemmed roses sent ta the house directly.

Long stems seemed appropriate.

Then she went downstairs and sprawled out on the living room couch, assuming a provocative posture. She got the hem of her negligee well up her thighs, turned so that her crotch was facing the archway to the hall.

She heard soft whispering and movement and knew that, as she had hoped, Chuck and Frostie were spying on her.

The kids were obviously keeping a watch so that they would know when and if she went out, so that they could have some naughty fun in her bed.

But she had different things in mind.

Making sure she was holding their interest, she stroked her cunt a bit, casually. She could feel their eyes burning into her. She wondered what they were doing to each other as they peeked on her.

Then the doorbell rang.

She got up slowly, giving Chuck and Frostie time to sneak away from the archway. Then she went down the hall and answered the bell.

It was the same delivery boy.

He was tall and dark, with a flashing grin. His name tag said his name was Mike. His eyes bulged out when he got a look at the voluptuous woman in her sexy negligee.

No wonder someone was sending this lovely lady flowers, the youth thought.

"Mrs. Carrington? I got a delivery…"

"Long-stemmed?" she said, smiling wickedly. "Why don't you come in, Mike? I'll give you a tip."

She led him to the living room. She took the bouquet. Then she waited for a moment to give her kids time to get back to their vantage point by the arch.

She was certain they would peek. After all, their mother was dressed very scantily and she had just invited a robust young man into the house, and Chuck and Frostie, who were obviously fascinated by sex in all versions, must be interested.

In a moment a fleeting shadow told the woman that her audience had, arrived.

Mike was looking bashful, blushing a bit. He was trying not to be too obvious about it, but the boy just couldn't keep his eyes off this luscious lady. He gaped at the heavy mounds of her tits, looming from her low-cut neckline. His gaze shifted down to the vee of her crotch, faintly visible through the sheer fabric of her sexy silk negligee.

"Sit down, Mike," she said, indicating the couch with a nod of her tousled, tawny head.

He sat quickly. His cock had started to bulge out quite noticeably in his trousers and the boy was glad of a chance to hide it by sitting and crossing his legs.

But Rachel, cockeyed lady that she was, had not failed to note his erection as it rose. Everything was going according to plan.

"What lovely flowers," she murmured, gently drawing one from the box. "I always get feeling so… romantic… when someone gives me flowers."

She held the blossoms to her face, sniffing. "Maybe romantic isn't quite the word," she amended. She smiled at the teen. "Horny, perhaps…"

He gulped. His Adam's apple ran up his lean throat like a gong up a pole.

"Yes, horny," she went on. "It's a shame that I'm home all alone today."

She added that to make her kids believe that she thought they had gone out, so that they would feel more comfortable and secure in their spying.

She wanted Chuck and Frostie to enjoy the performance as much as she was enjoying being the performer, playing for the avid audience. Rachel loved to exhibit herself as much as she loved to play the voyeur on others, and when it was her own family involved, it was even better.

"If only there was someone here so that I could be affectionate," she sighed.

She was giving Mike meaningful looks, and he was squirming around on the couch, flustered and embarrassed, yet hopeful.

Was that lovely lady a cockteaser?

Or was he about to be involved in a meaningful sort of situation, delivering more than flowers?

Rachel held the long-stemmed rose out for the young man to sniff. Then she lifted one foot up onto the couch. Her short negligee fell away from the long, smooth arch of her shapely thigh. Looking past the flower that she was holding before his face, Mike found himself staring right at her curly cunt-bush.

His prick jumped to full, booming rampancy. His balls were so full of jizz that he had to part his thighs to make room for them. They lay like inflated waterwings in his groin.

Rachel drew the red rose back and brushed it up her inner thigh. Then she drew it right through her crotch, stroking her pussy with the long-stemmed blossom. She moved in like a feather duster in her cunt.

Then she held it out to Mike again.

He sniffed eagerly. The rose was sweet enough, but now, scented from her cunt, it was tantalizing.

"Lick it," she sighed.

His tongue shot out and he lapped at the cream-soaked flower avidly. She drew it back to her cunt and juiced it up again, then offered it to his face once more.

"Eat it," she purred.

Mike nibbled on the red blossom and moaned.

"Does my pussy taste good?" she murmured. "Ummmm – ummmmm!" he gasped, munching.

"Would you like to suck my cunt, Mike?"

Mike grinned happily. The young man had lost all of his shyness and embarrassment by this time, as he realized that his long-standing dream had been answered.

He had delivered long-stemmed roses to a nymphomaniacal housewife in need.

In the hallway, brother and sister exchanged a glance of awe and anticipation.

They were going to get a chance to watch their sexy mother cheat on Daddy!

They both knew that they should feel ashamed of Mom for being so naughty, embarrassed at having a mother who would so casually ignore her nuptial vows by seducing a delivery boy without a qualm.

But there was no room in either of their seething minds for an emotion such as shame. Both of their brains were brimful of lust.

They had been standing beside the arch, Chuck looking over his sister's shoulder as they both peered into the living room. His hard cock and bloated balls were pressed to the pert cheeks of her high, round ass.

Now, their legs going weak, they both sank down onto their knees. Chuck reached around to open his sister's blouse, then drew it back and off. She groped behind her to open his pants and haul his cock out. He tugged her skirt down over her squirming haunches.

They didn't have to worry about being naked in the hall or having to sneak suddenly away.

Their mother had led them to believe that she thought they were not home, and besides, it was evident that Rachel was going to be preoccupied for some time.

Stripped to the buff, having disrobed awkwardly and blindly, because they were both keeping their attention focused on the action in the living room, they cuddled together. Frostie went down onto all fours.

Chuck knelt behind and over her, his prick throbbing against her ass.

His hands slid up her ribcage and looped under, cupping her plump tits as they swayed under her like ripe fruit ready to be plucked and eaten.

Her swollen nipples exploded in his palms as he kneaded the firm tit-meat.

She reached back behind her ass and took his heavy, spunk-laden balls in her hand, fondling lovingly. As she played with his balls, Chuck nudged his steely prick into the crack of her ass.

They were clinging together in the doggy fucking position now, and Chuck could have easily slipped his pounding prick into her foaming fuckhole – or he could have shoved it up her shithole, for that matter.

Frostie, that naughty teenaged sexpot, liked it up the ass almost as much as she liked it in her smoldering cunt or voracious mouth.

But the siblings didn't start to fuck.

As much as they loved to suck and fuck together, it was nothing new for them.

But watching Mom in action was.

So they felt each other up, but only incidentally, as they played peeper on Mom.

And, very much aware of their presence, Mom gave them plenty to peep on.