“Fuck!” Julie gasped, sliding her hands up to her daughter’s tiny tits.
She pulled and twisted the sensitive nipples, her eyes straining down to watch Ben as he pulled his cock backward. Becky lifted her cunt, afraid her brother would pull free. But Ben didn’t take his cock out. He pulled back until only the cockhead was inside her, then he lunged inward.
“Oooooo, yes!” Becky wailed, her slim hips churning. “That’s good! Fuck me, Ben! Ohhh, Mother, it feels so fucking good inside me, in my cunt!”
Julie gurgled as she watched Ben fucking his cock back and forth, Becky’s little hips squirming and twisting, bouncing up and down to meet the hard, quick lunges of Ben’s cock. Once Ben’s cock was inside Becky’s creamy cunt, they fucked as if they had been fucking for years. Instinct took over, and Becky met her brother’s cock-thrust with a grinding, bucking motion of her little ass.
Julie’s cunt was on fire as she watched them. There was more excitement in seeing her twins fuck than she had expected. She had never had a chance to watch anyone else fuck. She and her husband had used mirrors, watching then selves but this was more exciting. She inhaled the hot odors of fucking, of a boiling little cunt and a hard cock. The scents aroused her to a high pitch, her cunt bubbling and twitching.
She wondered, briefly, what her husband would have had to say about this, and decided he would have enjoyed it, maybe wanted to fuck Becky, himself. A momentary sadness at her loss came over her. It didn’t last, though, because her cunt was burning hotly as she watched her son fucking her daughter.
“Listen to it!” Julie whispered. “Listen to that wetness! Ooooo, it’s beautiful! Fuck her, Ben! Ohhhh, Becky, wiggle your hot little ass! Ride your brother’s cock, honey!”
Wetness glistened on Becky’s stretching cunt and Ben’s cock, and Julie wanted almost desperately to get her tongue down there, to taste the fuck juices. She begun to suck on Becky’s stiff nipple instead, her eyes turned downward to watch Becky thrust her cunt up and down, churn her small hips, fucking on her brother’s stabbing cock.
The excitement the twins felt was overpowering their young minds, their senses. It couldn’t last long. This was the first time Becky had ever had a cock inside her cunt, and she was going wild.
“Ohhh, I’m gonna come!” she shouted, bucking her cunt violently onto her brother’s cock. “My pussy is on fire and I’m gonna come! Ohhhh, there! I’m coming!”
Julie made a hissing sound of pleasure as she saw her daughter’s cunt gripping at her son’s cock. The orgasm sent wild shudders through Becky’s sweet little body.
Julie darted a hand behind her son’s plunging ass, between his legs. She grabbed his balls hard just as he slammed his cock urgently into his sister’s gripping, convulsing cunt.
“Give it to her, Ben!” Julie gurgled, feeling her son’s balls writhing in her hand. “Shoot it up her little cunt! Fill her pussy with come juice, baby!”
Ben was grunting with each gush of his come juice, his cock deep. Julie felt his balls empty, and suddenly there was a squeal from Becky, a different sound.
Piss gushed out of Becky’s pussy. Julie gurgled as she saw Becky’s piss splash at her son’s lower stomach, spraying outward. She slammed her free hand between her thighs as an orgasm exploded in her cunt. She hissed with delight, eyes blazing as she watched Becky piss, gripping her son’s balls tightly, the heel of her hand grinding at her convulsing cunt.
“Oooo, look!” Julie hissed. “Oh, God! Becky… oh, Becky!”
Ben had been too startled to say anything when his sister began to piss, and Becky was expressing embarrassment. At that moment, the only one showing excitement was. Julie. Her eyes, big and bright, blazed hotly as Becky tried to stop pissing. The more she tried, the harder she pissed. The hot piss came in quick squirts, splashing at her brother’s body, spraying past his hips.
Julie squealed with perverse delight, feeling her daughter’s piss running down over her son’s balls, and on her hand. When the explosive orgasm faded, she pulled that hand from her thighs and placed it on her daughter’s stomach, her fingers close to the stretching pussy lips. While her own cunt kept convulsing with milder contractions, Julie pulled upward at Becky’s cunt, wanting to see the golden piss spewing. A short squirt of piss came out, ran over the base of Ben’s cock, and then Becky got herself under control.
“Ben, I didn’t mean to do that,” she said shyly as he pulled his cock from her clamping hairless cunt. “It was an accident. Ben. I’m sorry, Ben.”
Ben didn’t reply. He sat back on the coffee table, his cock dropping, wet with his sister’s cunt juices and piss. He gasped heavily, his eyes half closed with exhaustion. Becky had a pink flush on her face, trying to close her slim legs. But Julie wasn’t letting her. She had both her hands holding those slender thighs apart. She was leaning over, peering at the girl’s cunt. Drawing her legs up onto the couch, Julie knelt, leaning over, her head above her daughter’s cunt. The golden piss sparkled like dew on the pink pussy. Becky was making sounds deep in her throat, purring sounds.
Julie’s creamy ass arched into the air, twisting slightly, her hairy cunt still convulsing. The urge to push her face into her daughter’s cunt, to wipe her face, her chin, her nose, her mouth around that wet cunt was overpowering. The drawing power of the dew-like piss clinging to Becky’s sweet cunt was too much for her.
The insides of Becky’s thighs were wet with piss, as were the creamy little cheeks of her ass. Piss was everywhere in her crotch, and Julie’s mind reeled with wanton, erotic perversity. She didn’t know what the twins would say, or what they would think of her — but she couldn’t resist the devouring hunger gnawing at her.
With a cry, Julie buried her face into her daughter’s cunt.
Becky gasped and Ben let out a snorting, soft giggle.
The heat of her daughter’s cunt, the pussy juice mingling with her son’s jism excited her. But most of all, it was the hot piss that sent a storm of ecstasy through her. Julie smeared her face into her daughter’s cunt, mewling softly. Almost insanely, Julie began to lap her tongue, into her daughter’s cunt. The delicious taste of Ben’s cock cream and Becky’s cunt juices, mixed with the sweetness of her piss, created a rumbling sensation of such rapture in Julie’s naked body, her cunt seemed to expand again, the hairy pussy lips swelling, her clit knotted. She felt the hot, slippery juices of her cunt seeping along her thighs, her pussy about to contract again.
She ran her long tongue about the inner flesh of her daughter’s thighs, licking up the hot piss. She sucked, drawing juices out, her tongue teasing her daughter’s cunt.
Becky was no longer embarrassed. With gurgling ecstasy, she arched her cunt upward, slamming it into her mother’s face. She squeezed Julie’s head between her thighs.
“Ooooo, Mother! Mother! Lick it! Lick it, Mother!”
Ben, despite his tiredness, leaned forward, curious as he watched his mother sucking his sister’s cunt. The idea that anyone, including his mother, would suck and kiss at a piss-wet cunt was surprising to him. On the other hand, it excited him, too.
Julie’s cunt was clutched with orgasms again, a series of bubbling, contracting spasms that made her uplifted ass sway. Becky pressed her hands at the back of her mother’s head, ramming her little cunt up and down, fucking it into her mother’s mouth.
“I’m doing it again, Mother!” she shrieked. “I’m coming again! Oooo, I’m burning up! My pussy… my cunt! Mother, suck my cunt hard! I’m coming again!”
Julie felt Becky’s cunt grip her tongue, felt the flexing cunt lips draw on it. She fucked her tongue, deeply, wiggling it about, tasting come juice with piss and cunt. Becky’s cunt sucked at her tongue, the hairless pussy lips squeezing it. Julie head her daughter’s cries of ecstasy, and knowing she was giving so much pleasure drove her wild. Always easy to come, Julie was much easier to come now. It had something to do with seeing her daughter piss, she knew. She had come when her son pissed through the fence earlier.
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p; She held her face tightly between Becky’s hot thighs, her mouth sucking until the spasms began to fade. Only then did she raise her face. She was grinning, eyes sparkling. Her face glistened wetly, a combination of fuck juices and piss covering it. She sat back on her heels, her flawless tits swollen, nipples rubbery in hardness as they jutted toward the ceiling. Her knees, slightly apart, drew the attention of her son. Julie parted them more for him.
It thrilled her that Ben was so interested in her cunt. She knew it was the contrast of her hairy cunt to the hairless cum of his sister. That was part of the appeal, the difference between his mother and sister, that excited him so much.
Julie knew her son was tired; she had lost count of the number of times he had come that day. No man or boy could keep that up forever, she knew. That fact was a disappointment. She could fuck all day, came all day. She would become exhausted, of course, but it required a long time before that happened.
Becky remained slumped on the couch, her little ass still over the edge. She opened and closed her thighs, her blue eyes shining. Now and then, a ripple ran up her stomach. Her perky nipples were still hard.
“You pissed on me,” Ben said, finally breaking the silence. He didn’t speak in anger, but as if still surprised.
“I said I was sorry, Ben,” Becky said, drawing her ass onto the cushions and sitting up. She closed her legs and folded her hands in her lap, looking shy, but not at all embarrassed. In fact, there seemed to be a mischievous grin on her face.
“You pissed on me,” he said again, pouting. Julie gave a low laugh. “It didn’t hurt you, Ben,” she said. “It just got you wet, that’s all.”
“You tan do it to me,” Becky said, half whispering. “If you want to get back at me, you can piss on me. But I couldn’t help what happened, Ben. It was an accident.”
Ben didn’t answer his sister. But Julie, hearing what Becky said, became very interested. “Sure,” she said, her voice throaty. “You can piss on your sister, Ben. Then you’ll be even with her. How about it? Piss on Becky, honey.”
Ben glanced at his mother. He had seen how eagerly she had sucked his sister’s cunt, her tongue licking at the hot piss on Becky’s thighs. He lowered his eyes, gazing at his mother’s lovely tits. Then he lowered them more. Julie leaned back, still sitting on her heels. The pink wetness of her cunt gleamed through the thick pussy hairs.
“Or me,” Julie whispered. “Piss on me, if you don’t want to piss on your sister.”
“It was Becky who pissed on me, Mom,” he said. “Why would I want to piss on you?”
Julie’s eyes took on a hot sparkling glow. She twisted her hips, grinding one heel into the crack of her ass, opening her knees wider so the full expanse of her cunt gash was exposed. The tip of her throbbing cunt peeked out from the juicy folds of her pussy.
“Maybe… maybe I’d like for you to piss on me,” she said, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.
Becky was watching her mother, her blue eyes questioning. She still sat demurely hands folded in her lap, knees together. Ben was staring at his mother, and. Julie was twisting her hips invitingly, her cunt glistening wetly. Her tits swelled up in round sweetness, nipples half an inch long and tingling in hardness.
“Well, Ben?” Julie urged.
“Mom, are you sure?” Ben asked, his voice coming out from high to low, cracking in a squeaking sound.
“I wouldn’t ask you to if I wasn’t,” Julie said, moaning softly with anticipation. “Maybe you’ll make me come again. It might be fun, and my pussy might come again.”
“But the couch…”
“Fuck the couch!” Julie panted. “We can buy a new one.”
Ben stood up, still unsure.
Julie gazed at her son’s cock, trying to imagine what it would feel like when his hot piss sprayed onto her. Becky’s eyes were enormous again as she watched, hot excitement glowing on her young, pretty face.
“Me you gonna really let him piss on you, Mother?” she asked.
“If he will,” Julie replied.
Ben started grinning from ear to ear. “Okay, Mom,” he said, taking hold of his cock. “But remember, you asked me piss on you. Don’t get mad at me later.”
A sob came from Julie’s throat as she stared at the head of her son’s cock. She gazed directly at his piss hole, anxious to see and feel his hot piss on her body. Ben stood before his mother, looking down at her hairy cunt.
“On your cunt, Mom?” he asked.
“Oooo, yes!” Julie whimpered. “On my cunt, Ben! Piss on Mother’s cunt!”
Becky scooted close, her knees touching her mother’s thighs, her eyes blazing with perverse excitement.
Ben, gaging softly with a slight embarrassment, shoved his hips forward a bit, and began to piss. The hot streaming of piss struck Julie’s cunt. She groaned loudly as her son’s hot piss splashed directly upon her knotted, distended, clit. She felt his piss burning on her cunt, and the rippling sensations of orgasm boiled deep inside.
“Ooooo, it’s good!” Julie squealed, lifting her hips up to get her son’s piss directly upon her pink, hairlined cunt lips. “It’s hot and good and I think I’m going to come, just like I thought I would!”
Becky was gurgling as she watched her brother pissing upon their mother’s cunt. She rested a small hand on her mother’s tit, her other hand moving along Julie’s quivering stomach. Julie gave a low sob of ecstasy as her cunt convulsed. Trying to lift her hips and draw the hairy lips of her cunt open at the same time, she cried out with rapture.
Becky saw her mother’s difficulty, and ran her small hands through the thick curls of pussy hair, parting her mother’s cunt wide. The stream of hot piss boiled into Julie’s cunt. The orgasms scared her pussy, and Julie fell over the arm of the couch, coming in powerful, ecstatic waves…
CHAPTER FIVE
Julie lay in her bed alone.
The day had certainly been something, she thought. She lay on her side, looking out the window. She seldom pulled the drapes because she liked to look out at the night sky before she went to sleep. No one could peek in at her, unless they come sneaking along the side of the house, and they had no business there in the first place.
She didn’t really care if someone did peek at her. In fact, she often fantasized about someone looking at her as she undressed and got ready for bed. It was a nice fantasy, but not one shared with her deceased husband. He had thought it was funny, but he’d had no desire to have a stranger watching him.
She wondered if Becky had sneaked into her brother’s room. She had learned during the evening that had been going on between them. But Ben was tired, exhausted. He had enjoyed a full day of fucking, getting his cock sucked off. His poor balls were probably drained empty.
Julie lay naked, on top of the sheets. She loved to feel the soft breeze from the window on her bare flesh. She had discovered the excitement of piss. And while her son had pissed onto her cunt, she had come so much she thought it would never stop. She had come often and hard with her husband, but this day had shown her what capabilities she truly had.
She hugged herself in delight, smashing her tits under her arms. Her naked ass wiggled deliciously, and she opened her thighs to feel the breeze on her cunt. She felt the soft pussy hairs stir under the soothing breeze. She touched the lips of her cunt gently, then rubbed slowly at her cunt.
She wanted more cock in her cunt, in her mouth. She found her cunt insatiable, as greedy as her mouth had been. Before this day, most of her erotic enjoyment had come from sucking cock off, the taste of that sweet, creamy, boiling come juice burning down her throat. Now, it seemed, her cunt wanted a hard cock as much as her hungry mouth did. Seeing her twins in her mind, Julie began to press her fingers upon her clit.
She dipped a finger into her pussy, fucked it in and out a few times, slowly, then brought it to her mouth. She licked at the juices, moaning softly, her hips squirming.
A soft rustling sound caused her to turn her head toward the open door of her ro
om. The moon was full, casting a silvery light into the room. She saw her daughter standing there, hesitant. Becky wore a short gown, just slightly above her hips. She stood with her finger in her mouth, childishly, looking in at her mother.
“What is it, Becky?” Julie asked softly, still caressing her cunt, one hand resting on a full tit. “Something wrong, honey?”
Becky came into the room, sitting on the edge of her mother’s bed. She sucked at the tip of her thumb, her eyes glowing in the dim light of the moon.
“It was an accident, Mother,” she said around her thumb.
“What was an accident, honey?”
“When I pissed on Ben.”
Julie let out a low laugh. “Of course it was,” she replied. “Does it bother you?”
“Not me,” Becky said. “But maybe it bothers Ben.”
“Oh, honey!” Julie said, placing her hand on her daughter’s warm thigh, the one she had been caressing her cunt with. She rubbed the wetness into her daughter’s flesh. “I’m sure it doesn’t bother him. You saw him piss on my pussy.” Julie slipped her hand along her daughter’s thigh, her fingers very lightly brushing the hairless cunt, up and down the slit. “Why do you think it bathers him?”
“He’s been real quiet,” Becky said, opening her legs wider to her mother’s hand.
“He’s just tired, that’s all,” Julie said. “We almost wore him out, you know.”
A girlish giggle came from Becky. “I’m not worn out, Mother.”
“Neither am I,” Julie whispered, feeling the hot wetness increase on her daughter’s sugary cunt.
“I know,” Becky said, her voice low, too. “I saw you playing with your cunt.”
Her small hand rested on top of her mother’s tit. Julie rubbed her finger up and down Becky’s bubbling cunt, then slipped along her cunt. She found her daughter’s clit swollen, and rubbed at it gently. Becky gurgled and drew her feet onto the bed, her legs wide.
“You’re hot, too, baby,” Julie said, her voice thick.
Becky didn’t say anything. She leaned down and kissed her mother’s long nipple. Julie mewled, wrapping an arm about Becky’s head and smashing her tit into the girl’s soft, wet mouth. Becky sucked at her mother’s tit hungrily, her hot little tongue swirling.
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