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.
CHAPTER THREE
Julie stood stiffly, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She gazed at her son’s soft cock, seeing the puddles of his come juice on his shorts, wasted.
Her fingers fumbled as she untied the belt of her robe. It fell open, and she shrugged it from her shoulders. She stood naked, except for her flimsy panties. Both Becky and Ben seemed breathless as they gazed at her, seeing their mother undressed before them.
“That wasn’t fucking,” Julie whispered throatily. “You didn’t fuck at all.”
Becky and Ben didn’t answer. They seemed unable to speak.
Julie ran her hands up and down her body, caressing herself, watching them, seeing their reaction to her boldness. If they had shown any embarrassment, or shame, Julie wasn’t sure what she would do. But they weren’t showing anything like that. What her twins were showing was interest, intense interest and excitement.
“You want to fuck me, do you?” Julie asked her son.
“Mom, don’t listen to Becky,” Ben managed to say, his voice high pitched. “I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did, Ben,” Becky said. “You did so tell me you wanted to fuck Mother. Stop that lying, Ben, or I won’t fuck you anymore.”
Julie smiled at the kids’ bickering. Any other time she would have skipped it. But right now her cunt was bubbling with wet heat, her mouth watery. The only thing she wanted to do was lick her son’s cock, suck it in her mouth, drink that sweet hot jizz out of his balls again.
She started toward them, her movements jerky. As she walked, she ran her hands up and down her body, feeling her hips, up to her tits, then down to the front of her panties. She framed her concealed cunt with both hands, now on the other side of the coffee table from the twins. She arched her hips forward, sliding her fingers between her thighs, her thumbs above her cunt. She pressed, making her pussy bulge outward in her panties.
Julie thought of nothing but her son’s cock, her eyes seeing the come juice on his shorts. This insane desire for come juice was overpowering, and she wanted to smear her face into it, lick it into her mouth, taste his jism.
Becky watched her mother, a lewd grin on her young face. She sat with her legs wide apart, and cupped her cunt with a small hand. She looked at her mother as if she knew what was going on inside Julie’s mind. Ben looked half afraid, yet eager. His cock still showed past the leg of his shorts, not as soft as it had been a few minutes ago. The cockhead glistened wetly, and Julie’s hips twisted as she pressed at her cunt.
Stepping around the coffee table, she started toward her son. Becky drew her legs up and out of her mother’s way, but kept them wide apart. Julie stood a long moment, her tits lifting and falling as she sucked in deep breaths of air, staring at her son’s cock. She tried, for just a moment, to fight this wild desire inside her.
Then she gave in. Dropping to her knees, she slipped a hand up the boy’s thigh. She touched a fingertip to his cock, causing her son to grunt and his cock to jerk.
A cry came from Julie. Her head went down. Her tongue was out of her mouth before she shoved her face into the puddle of come juice. She made soft growling sounds as she licked it up hungrily. Her hand darted into the leg of her son�
��s shorts, cupping his balls. They were hot in her hand as she gently squeezed them. His cock rose up in hardness again, sliding along her cheek. She swirled her tongue into the slime of his come juice, her lips open. She sucked at the shorts, tasting his precious juices. She pulled her son’s balls out of his shorts, then placed her hand on the shaft of his cock. She pressed the throbbing hardness against her cheek, whimpering softly.
Becky watched, making cooing sounds. Julie was too busy to glance at her daughter, too excited with the taste of her son’s come juice, his cock throbbing at her cheek. She could hear Becky, and the sounds were enough to increase the storm of passion inside her body.
With her face smashed against her son’s shorts, Julie pressed her thighs tightly together. She smeared her face about her son’s shorts, and with husky cries, began to rub her face downward. She twisted her face into his beautiful, young, hairless balls, feeling them against her mouth and cheeks. This cock straining up hard near her forehead.
The desire to suck her son’s cock was strong, very strong. But Julie had to do something else first. She had to show them how to fuck that a hard cock was supposed to go into a girl’s cunt, not just rub.
Lifting her head, her eyes blazing in passion, Julie began fumbling with her son’s shorts. She almost ripped the bronze button from the waist, and then almost got the zipper stuck in her haste to yank it down. She jerked her son’s shorts to his knees and gasped with delight when she saw his body naked.
His cock stood up high, his balls looking tight. Ben had no hair at the base of his cock. She didn’t know enough about young boys, herself. She thought, though, that a boy should have hair in his crotch if he could come off. She grasped his cock, pressing it against her face, mewling softly.
Becky was staring at her mother, her lips parted as she gasped. She had lifted her small ass to the arm of the couch, her legs flung wide. Her small hand was inside her sunsuit now, her fingers moving up and down her steamy, sugary little pussy.
“Oh, I want to… I want to…” Julie hissed, kissing the hard shaft of her son’s cock with her wet lips. “I’ve got to, just for a minute!”
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