"I don't care, Bobby!" Susan replied in a squeal, "I've starting doing it already! Golly, it sure feels good, Bobby!"
Carol knew her daughter was coming, and it seemed that her son was about to come, too. She strained her eyes as hard as she could, her lips parted as she breathed hotly, her tongue licking about her lips as she breathed hotly, her tongue licking about her lips as she pressed the heel of her hand tighter against her cunt.
Her son grunted loudly.
Carol saw the thick spurt of come juice gush from his piss hole, splashing just below his sister's belly button. Again he came, gushing his come juice all over her cunt, her stomach and thighs. Susan gurgled with pleasure and began smearing his come juice on her cunt flesh.
Instantly, Carol felt her cunt explode.
She came with such force that her vision became fuzzy, and she was unable to see clearly. She slumped against the window, and an image came into her mind. An image long buried, one she thought she had forgotten, tried to forget.
She had been very young, and so had her brother.
How it happened, she couldn't remember. She had been fucked by her brother, and fucked in such a way that she knew, from that moment on, how hot she was.
It had happened only that one time, and despite her desires, never again had she felt a cock in her cunt until she married.
Carol had grown up on a farm. They lived there with her grandparents, and she had, not left it until she married. She recalled she had been in the barn, up in the loft, daydreaming as she lay on the soft, fragrant hay. She had no idea her brother was in the barn, and that he had climbed up the ladder and was watching her. She had hot even known her dress was up, her white panties showing, or that her legs had been spread out.
She had been daydreaming about fucking. She had discovered the thrills of touching her young cunt, felt the pleasure between her thighs, and the exquisite sensations of orgasms shuddering through her small, slim body.
Her first indication that her brother had come into the hayloft was when she heard him breathing. She had looked at him, not surprised. He was only a few years older than she was, and since there were no other boys and girls their age around, they had become close.
She looked up at her brother, the dreams of fucking still so vivid in her mind that she didn't notice at first that she was excitingly revealed.
She failed to notice that her brother was gazing with hot eyes at her slender thighs and the crotch of her panties, or the bulge inside his pants. She did, however, feel his fingers touching her knee lightly. She didn't mind it felt good. She even moaned with pleasure when her brother began to slide his palm up and down her thighs.
Her brother's hand had felt very hot on her flesh, and it made her cunt bubble with sensation. Somehow, without her knowing it was happening, she had moved her hand toward the front of his pants. She discovered the hardness there, and from that point on, she had wanted his cock.
Apparently the touch of her hand on her brother's cock had given him all the encouragement he required. He slipped his hand to her crotch and felt her cunt through her white panties. When he began to rub up and down, she spread her thighs even wider, arching her hips up to increase the exquisite pressure.
Carol remembered, now, how she had immediately started coming, the soft waves of orgasms rippling through her, strong enough to make her whimper and writhe her ass about. She had gripped her brother's cock through his pants, squeezing it hard enough to make him grunt.
She did not remember when his cock was out of his pants or if she had taken it out or if he had. All she remembered about it was that his cock seemed to suddenly materialize before her. It was thick and long and so very hard, with a smoothly swollen head that thrilled her senses. She had taken her brother's cock in her small fist, and from instinct began stroking back and forth, feeling his prick throb and burn her palm. Her panties had been removed, but whether by her brother or herself, she failed to remember.
So much of the incident was lost in the deep darkness of her mind, but the important parts of it were still there. It was vivid now.
She had loved the feel of her brother's cock, thinking it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. His prick was beautiful and smooth and hot.
Her brother knelt on his knees at her side, and he was fondling her cunt with both hands eagerly. She twisted and arched her cunt up as high as she could, yearnings for more than just his hands an her pussy. She loved the way he touched her, the way his fingers moved on her inflamed clitoris and along the heat of her puffy cunt, finally moving between the tight lips to probe inside.
When he shoved his finger deep into her cunt, Carol had whined for more, twisting her cunt with wild movements, while gripping his cock as hard as she could. He was dripping, and the slippery juices coated her palm, making it easier to jack him.
In complete silence, except for heavy, eager breathing, her brother had moved between her thighs. Carol had lifted her exposed cwt to him when be moved his prick close. She had begun to whine softly when she felt the smooth head of her brother's cock brushing against her cunt. She felt it smash her distended clitoris, and she came with sudden shakes of her small body.
When her brother began to rub the head of his cock up and down the slit of her cunt, Carol began to whimper. She had never experienced anything like it before. The ecstasy was almost more than she could bear. She wanted more than just that rubbing and touching of her cunt; she wanted his cock inside her, fucking her, filling her and stretching her cunt.
It seemed that, when her brother began to push his cock into her pussy, he was excruciatingly slow. Yet, it felt so very good. She felt the swollen head of his cock stretching her cunt lips, filling her. It had seemed so huge at the time, and the pleasure had been so great.
Carol recalled feeling the throbs of her brother's cock as he held the head of his prick inside her cunt. She had felt the smooth swelling tip with the sensitive lips of her pussy, and then there, was a strange thing happening. Her cunt, it seemed, was sucking on her brother's cockhead… sucking at it with hot, flexing motions. This delighted not only her brother, but Carol as well.
Slowly, almost as if afraid he would hurt her, her brother fed more of his cock into her gripping cunt. Carol had held her crotch up for him, her eyes wide and unseeing, smoldering with an erotic sensation she had never felt before. Each ridge of his cock was felt by her, and as he stuffed his prick into her, she had continued to come. The multiple orgasms, too, were new to her. Until now she had only produced a single orgasm each time she finger-fucked herself.
Her cunt held her brother's cock tightly, almost nibbling on it as he fucked her. Then he had every inch of his cock inside her cunt, and his balls were resting against her upturned ass.
Carol had murmured and sighed softly as her brother began fucking her. He held himself upright, not lying across her small body. As he moved his cock in and out of her clasping cunt, Carol had started humping to meet him. The motions of fucking, like jacking his cock, came from instinct. The more he plunged, the more she wanted. The urge to push against his cock created a storm of ecstasy within her body, and soon she was churning furiously, her cunt riding his cock back and forth as her brother stared in amazement at her, no longer fucking, but letting his sister do it all.
She jerked her hips up and down, whimpering softly. She twirled her hips in a frantic attempt to suck his cock and balls into her steaming cunt. Her fiery young pussy was devouring her brother's cock in greedy hunger, and he had gazed at the way her cunt moved. He had watched those pink, wet lips cling to his cock like a hot vise of flesh. He was no longer holding her hips. The ecstasy that her tight cunt provided for his hard cock was fantastic. Yet, Carol's violence seemed to frighten him.
Carol raced her cunt up and down, the muscles in her stomach, rippling with her effort. She jerked her cunt up and down on his cock, banging the cheeks of her ass against his balls, gurgling and squealing as her mind reeled. The orgasms continued to burst and crash through her, making all her nerves tingle hotly. Her tits seemed to grow until they had become five times as large, her nipples standing up like they had never stood before.
She was biting her bottom lip and moaning with sobbing ecstasy. Her cunt beat brutally up and down, grinding against her brother's cock at the base, then sucking back until she had the swollen head of his cock between her cunt lips, banging hurriedly back onto it.
She didn't remember if he had come or not. It seemed that he had, but she couldn't be sure. Her own orgasms had been too strong for her to feel him corning inside her cunt.
Without her knowing, her brother had left her in the hayloft, her dress about her waist and her parities somewhere, her legs wide and her cunt gently pulsating. She had remained in the loft for hours, it seemed, and only moved when she heard her mother tailing her for dinner.
She had been unable to find her panties, and she had gone through dinner naked beneath her dress, feeling a delicious naughtiness. Her brother, however, wouldn't even look at her after that.
She had tried to find opportunities to be alone with him, trying to entice him into fucking her again. But he had become afraid of her insatiable appetite. His attitude had made her feel rejected, and finally she gave up trying to tempt him. From then on, she felt as though all boys would reject her. She didn't date until she married her future husband. Then, almost immediately afterward, she found herself being rejected by her husband. Like her brother, he had been frightened by her erotic appetite.
Carol realized that she was still leaning out the window. Her children had left the shrubbery. No one was there now, and she pulled back and placed the screen into the slots.
Turning back to her room, she thought about Susan and Bobby fucking.
Strangely, she wasn't angry with her children.
Carol stood near her bed, thinking about what she had seen. She wanted to see more, more of her son's cock and Susan's cunt. She loved playing with her own cunt, and looking at another had to be just as exciting, she felt. Carol often placed a mirror between her thighs when she fondled her pussy, watching it. She knew the thrill of watching erotic actions, and she wasn't the least ashamed of it.
Smoothing her skirt, she went downstairs, feeling thirsty.
She found them in the living room, pretending to watch cartoons on television. She knew they were pretending because they never watched cartoons. She caught a guilty glance from her son and daughter as she turned toward the kitchen.
It didn't dawn on her why they had looked so guilty until she was drinking a glass of water. She almost choked when it came to her.
They had seen her looking at them!
That was why they looked so guilty. They were afraid she was going to punish them.
She stood for a while in the kitchen, wondering just what she could do now. They knew she had seen them, and they would be expecting her to at least say something.
But what could she say?
She had fucked her brother, so it wouldn't be right for, her to rant and scream or punish them.
Carol had no idea how to handle the situation.