Late one evening several weeks later, Fred was at a drive-in with Laura and Eric, and Millie was home alone with her children. Supposedly John and Pattie were studying, but Millie became suspicious when she heard her daughter giggling provocatively.
The brunette mother thought her children had been acting strange lately. And she had felt strange herself, ever since the night she had stolen into John's room and had sucked him off in his sleep.
She decided to go out on the porch and see if she could see into John's room from outside. If they were studying, she would leave. If not, she would find out what was going on.
She waited until the muffled giggling had stopped. Then she wrapped herself in a warm robe and went outside on the porch. She crouched down outside John's room and peered inside.
As she suspected, her children lay across John's bed. There were no school books in sight. The window was open enough so that she could hear the sounds of voices even though she couldn't make out the conversation. But she was more interested in what she saw.
John was wearing his blue jeans, but his fly was open and his cock was out. He was masturbating while he and Pattie chatted. Millie couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her son beat his meat.
He pinched the tip of his massive cockhead and Pattie giggled and pushed his hand aside. She captured his cockhead between her thumb and forefinger and Millie stopped breathing as she watched the perversion.
"Okay, you do it," Millie heard John say.
Out on the porch, she shivered in the evening breeze. What kind of children had she spawned? It was bad enough that Pattie was obviously no virgin. But they were sister and brother and they were committing incest.
She tried not to think about the night she'd sucked John off. She told herself that that wasn't the same thing. At the time, she'd though she was walking in on Eric, after all. And Eric was her nephew, not her son. And he wasn't even a blood nephew. He was kin to Fred.
In any case, she thought, I'm a grown woman. What I do is my business. What my children do is also my business.
Shivering with rage and what she knew to be jealousy, she watched her son move his fingers up and down his fuckpole.
Suddenly Pattie rose up and stripped her clothes off. Millie worked her lips as she watched the teenaged girl's tits bounce free from the confines of her blouse.
When the blonde was naked, she lay down next to John, and between them they yanked his jeans and shorts off. The teenagers kissed, and Millie gnashed her teeth as she watched the torrid embrace. It was obvious they had done this before. She'd been right to be suspicious. Her children were fucking together.
And God knows how long it's been going on, she thought.
She watched them kiss. It started out as a soft, light kiss and evolved into a hot, tongue-searching french kiss. John rolled on top of Pattie and pressed his chest against her tits. They ground together and Millie watched the boy shove his knee between Pattie's legs.
She instinctively knew he was touching Pattie's cunt with his knee. Pattie reached down between their bodies and took his cock in her hand. Millie clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Her legs ached from crouching on the porch, but she hardly felt the discomfort. Her mind was awhirl from the sights and sounds in John's room.
John moved up and made a grab for his sister's tits. Pattie squealed, and John chuckled and bent over to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
Pattie tousled his hair and laughed huskily, and Millie watched with pounding heart as Pattie climbed around and settled herself inside her brother's legs.
She tossed her long blonde hair over one shoulder and moved her mouth to within one inch of John's cock. Once again Millie was amazed at how big her son's prick was.
John reached down and caressed Pattie's tits while she dragged her tongue from the root of his prick to his cockhead. Millie's blood boiled as she watched. She almost wept with a combination of desire and the feeling she was a failure as a mother.
Now Pattie wrapped her fingers around his fuck-stick and licked her lips. John said something Millie couldn't hear and Pattie giggled. Then she brushed a few strands of hair aside and opened her jaws wide before lowering her mouth to John's prick.
In the next moment, the little blonde had half of John's gigantic cock in her mouth. Her pretty lips were stretched around the thickness of his prick. Millie marveled at how much of his giant prick Pattie was able to take without gagging. Pattie took in as much as Millie had. Of course the circumstances were different, Millie sniffed to herself. She hadn't wanted to awaken him. But still, the girl knew what she was doing. She was a good cocksucker.
Millie's face grew warm when she thought about what she was telling herself. She was judging her own daughter to be a good cocksucker. And Pattie was only a little girl.
She was even more appalled when she heard the lewd sounds Pattie made with her lips and tongue. The little blonde sucked and licked John's cock and at one point she deliberately spit his prick out and dabbed the tip of her tongue over his balls.
John gasped and shouted out, but Millie paid no attention to his words. She moaned to herself as she watched her teenaged daughter press her face against the boy's ball-bag.
Pattie used her fingers on the root of John's prick while she sucked his knob. And Millie gasped when she saw the girl move a hand to her own cunt and masturbate while she sucked her brother off.
"Can I fuck you now?" John said.
Pattie scraped her fingernails lightly over his nuts. "No, we're supposed to be doing homework," she teased.
"Fuck you," John snickered. "You gonna tell Mom I made you do it?"
"Of course not, silly," Pattie giggled. "I want it as much as you. Maybe even more."
"Well, if you want it that bad, take it!" and the boy rammed his prick all the way into the teenager's throat.
Pattie made choking sounds deep in her throat, but she managed to keep his prick in her mouth without gagging. In a moment John pulled halfway out and then thrust in again.
His balls hit her chin and Millie whimpered and moved a hand inside her robe and stroked her pussy. Watching her children in bed together was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. The most perverse and the most erotic.
Now Pattie lay flat on her back and John hovered over her. He thrust his cock in and out of her lips and she took it all without a murmur.
Millie's cunt dripped with desire, and she frantically rubbed her clit while she watched John's dick disappear inside her daughter's mouth. The boy grunted as he mouth-fucked his sister, and, at intervals, he leaned over and fondled her tits.
They rolled around on the bed and then Pattie hovered over John and her hair hid her face. John reached up and pushed her hair aside and Millie could see the girl chomping away on her brother's prick.
"Hey, Sis, how about a jizz cocktail?" John said.
"Not so loud," Pattie giggled. "Mom might hear."
"Oh, shit, she thinks we're studying," John said.
"Don't be too sure," Pattie said.
"Aw, Mom's a square," John said. "She'd never suspect her little girl is anything but a darling innocent angel."
Out on the porch, Millie's slipper fell from her foot and made a plopping sound. The teenagers inside the bedroom glanced toward the window and Millie held her breath.
"What was that?" John said.
"Nothing," Pattie said, scooping the boy's cock back into her mouth.
"I thought I heard something," John said.
"It's a bird," Pattie said.
"Oh, fuck, that's good sucking, Pattie," John said.
"I love it so much," the little blonde murmured.
Millie relaxed again. They were unaware of her presence. They were so engrossed in their depravity, they forgot all about the sound her slipper had made.
"Can I eat your cunt too?" John said.
"Later," Pattie said.
She slurped up the juice leaking out of his pisser, and Millie worked her lips as she watched. She remembered how her son tasted. She remembered the aroma and taste of his spunk and she wanted it now like she'd never wanted anything in her life.
Pattie slurped and licked his prick and balls. Her little pink tongue darted over the teenaged boy's dick and John sighed softly at intervals.
The bed rocked as Pattie shifted her ass around. Millie could see more closely now and she trembled with jealousy as she watched her daughter.
And then John raised his head and Pattie giggled and they changed their position to the sixty-nine position, and John buried his face inside his sister's thighs.
Millie's eyes widened as she gazed at John's tongue fluttering over Pattie's erect little clit. He took her clit between his front teeth and sucked on it. Millie moaned out loud, but the teenagers on the bed didn't hear or maybe didn't care. Pattie pressed her thighs around his head and slid her lips halfway down his fuckpole.
Millie was fascinated by the way John was licking Pattie's clit. He stabbed it with the tip of his tongue and let his tongue flop over the tiny sex button. He wiggled it back and forth and the blonde girl writhed around in ecstasy.
While John concentrated on her clit, Pattie sucked his prick deep into her throat. Her head bobbed up and down and her long blonde hair flew over her face. She panted for breath, and she sucked frantically, almost afraid to release his prick for even a moment.
Millie masturbated while she peered inside the window. Her breathing was ragged as she watched their healthy young bodies slap together. The sheets were tangled and a sexual aroma emanated from the room. Millie watched them stiffen, tears welling in her eyes as John gasped that he was coming.
He slammed his prick into his sister's wide-open mouth as his cock exploded. Pattie cried out as her cunt spasmed, but she kept his cock in her mouth and took his entire load.
She ground her cunt against her brother's mouth and twisted her lips around his cockhead. Before they regained their senses, Millie crept away and quietly walked back into the house.
Millie returned to her bedroom, her mind awhirl and her body aching to be fulfilled. Fred wouldn't be home for a while and she couldn't wait. She needed relief and she needed it now.
She threw her robe off and climbed onto the bed. Her heart pounded and she let her arms lay limply at her sides and spread her legs. She lay that way for a moment, feeling her cuntlips open and the breeze from the open window playing over her cuntfolds.
She moved one hand to her cunt and gently stroked her fingers over her silky pussy-muff. She touched herself briefly and dipped a finger inside the hot gulch of her pussy.
It occurred to her that she couldn't even share what she'd just seen with Fred. She could tell no one. She couldn't punish her children and couldn't discuss their depravity.
Her legs trembled as she pulled lightly on some cunthairs. She widened her legs and stroked herself, all the while wondering how she could punish her daughter.
It was Pattie she was furious with. She realized that now. She was jealous of the little blonde. How dare Pattie do what she, Millie wanted to do? How dare Pattie take what was rightfully Millie's? It was she, after all, who'd brought John into the world. It was she who had a right to the boy's body. Pattie had nothing to do with it. Damn her for being so young and pretty! Damn her for being so fresh and lovely!
She brought her knees back to her tits and rocked her ass back and forth on the bed. She caressed her ass and slipped a finger into her asscrack. When she found her bung, she brought the finger up to her mouth and sucked it wantonly.
She returned the saliva-soaked finger to her bung and wet down the puckered little hole. She kneaded her assflesh with her free hand and forced her fingertip into her shitter.
She wiggled her ass and moaned softly when her fingers slipped into the soft warm folds of her cunt. She tickled her moist tissues, but deliberately stayed away from her hot, hungry hole.
She spread her velvety cuntlips with her thumbs and exposed the tiny throbbing hardness of her clit. She raised her head to glance down at her twat. Her clit was so tiny it was barely visible through the forest covering her pussy-lips.
She lay her head back down. God, how could such a little thing be so powerful? How could such an insignificant little thing have so much impact on her life?
A shiver of anticipation shot through her. As her desire mounted, her anger dissipated. She shuddered with desire and massaged her own cuntjuice into her silken inner thighs.
Maybe she'd been too hard on Pattie. The girl was really a woman. Though young she was fully developed. How could she be blamed for having the desires of a woman when she was a woman?
In the dimness of the room, Millie smiled to herself. Actually, Pattie was delicious looking. Millie had never had a lesbian experience, but now she told herself she rather envied John for being in the position of licking his sister's cunt.
I wonder if God would strike me dead if I induced Pattie to ball with me? she thought. Would it be any worse than sucking John off?
She whimpered slightly and ground her ass into the mattress as her body responded to her probing fingers. She finally gnarled two fingers together and thrust them forcefully in and out of her lust-filled cunt.
She raised her legs in the air and stroked the artificial cock in and out of her twat and then added a third finger and thrust in deeply.
What would it be like to lick another woman's cunt? Would Pattie think she was crazy or worse, would she think her mother was a slut?
Maybe I am, Millie thought as she writhed her hips and ass and finger-fucked herself. Maybe I'm a slut and nothing more.
She rammed her fingers deep inside her body, feeling the tight wet walls of her pussy sucking on her digits. She used her thumb to caress her clit and twisted her ass in a circular motion.
When she finally came, her cunt gripped her fingers tightly and her pussy expelled a stream of whitish fluid. She continued frigging herself and thinking about wanton desires until she lay exhausted against the pillow.
She was about to doze off when she heard the knock on the door. "Are you okay, Mom?" Pattie said.
Millie sat up, startled. "Yes, I must have been having a bad dream. What time is it?"
"It's almost eleven. Can I come in for a minute?"
Millie rolled over and grabbed her robe. She slipped it on and bunched up the pillows before leaning back. "Yes, darling, come on in."
When Pattie walked into the room, Millie's heart lurched. The girl was wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved nightgown and her hair was arranged in two ponytails. She wore furry slippers on her feet and looked so adorable and young Millie's heart melted.
"What's on your mind, darling?" she said as the teenage girl approached the bed. Millie held out her arms and the girl sank down on the bed and nestled against her.
How could I have had such awful thoughts about my own daughter? Millie thought. She forgot about the wanton scene she'd just witnessed and hugged the teenager to her.
"Whatever it is, you know you can tell mother all about it," she said, hugging Pattie against her chest. "Now, what's wrong, baby? Tell mother all about it."