Dan squirmed impatiently and studied the girl sitting in the blue Chevy. A virgin if he'd ever seen one, he thought. Obviously pampered and overprotected, and probably never allowed to think for herself. He knew the type. Chronic masturbater who grew up to be sexually inhibited wives and the doting mothers of neurotic, near-homosexual sons.
But she was pretty. A more slender version of her stunning mother. Oval face, framed by long auburn hair, high cheekbones and full, pouting lips. Her boobs weren't bad, either. Plump and pretty, he knew they'd fill his hands with just a little left over. Her hands were out of sight and she was staring down, he noticed. He saw her shoulders shaking and wondered what the hell she was doing. Then he caught on. Sonuvabitch! The cunt's finger fuckin' herself, he thought. Jeez, right in the middle of the lot, in broad daylight. He wanted to walk over and peer in the side window, but knew he'd never get away with it.
Karen mentally repeated the words she'd heard Miss Anderson use, and added a few others she knew, as she rubbed her itchy cunny. She knew she shouldn't, but it felt so good, and when she didn't she got so frustrated and nervous she was no good for anything! Just a bit more, she told herself, smearing some juice from her hole up to her straining, prominent clit.
Ohhhh, no! Her mother was walking out of the school! She quickly pulled her hands from under her dress and wiped her fingers on a Kleenex. Secretly, Karen was fascinated by her own body and the feelings she could summon with her fingers. Sex was, she knew, nasty and dirty outside of marriage, but she wasn't sure what marriage had to do with making it less nasty. A lot of girls at school talked about what they did with guys, but they were pigs, and she always walked away when they started talking dirty. Still, with television and movies, she couldn't help picking some things up, like the idea that women were supposed to enjoy sex as much as men did.
"Gee, Mom, you sure were a long time with Miss Anderson!"
"Oh," Laura muttered, "we were just talking about things you wouldn't be interested in."
Both mother and daughter were more quiet than usual on the way home, and neither noticed the car following them. Laura considered her mind blowing experiences in the nurse's office. Her pussy felt really great, not sore and unsatisfied like it always had when Frank was through.
Her daughter's thoughts were on how near coming she'd been when her mother had interrupted things. Golly, her poor cunny was throbbing and itching like crazy! And Ron, her brother, would probably hog the bathroom after supper, again!
The afternoon and evening passed like any other for the mother and her two kids. No one paid any attention to the car circling their block, but Dan was studying the layout of the neighborhood. He planned to spend a few days learning about the family's schedule. If he was going to be a rapist, he was going to do it right, not half-assed like all those guys who got caught.
The next morning Ron got up early to take a strong leak and, as he passed his sister's partly open bedroom door, he glanced inside. He froze in his tracks, and looked around guiltily. Shit, Karen had tossed and turned during the night, throwing her sheet off, and her nightie was up around her waist.
She was on her side, curled into a ball, and the plump cheeks of her ass stared at him, milk-white and blemish-free. And he could make out hair growing in the split at the base of her beautiful buns. Jeez, it was enough to make him fist his cock right there! But he had to piss so bad.
He thought of going in for a closer look, but his swollen bladder threatened to burst at any minute and he ran into the bathroom.
A few minutes later he went back, but Karen had turned and gathered up the sheet around her. Then he thought of his mother. He tiptoed toward her bedroom. Ron was always alert for any chance, however slight, to peek at his mother's sexy body.
His heart was beating fast as he peered around the corner of the door. He'd never seen a grown woman completely naked, and except for some medium-sized tits in a magazine a kid had hidden in his desk at school, he wasn't really sure what a woman looked like. Especially between her legs. But he meant to find out!
Laura was sleeping on her back, her head turned away from him so her cheek rested on the pillow. He saw the big swells of her tits lifting the sheet, and two lumps that must be her nipples. Slowly, carefully, he slipped into her room and gazed excitedly down at her.
Jeez, she was pretty! Long lashes, high cheekbones, and full, red lips. Even her nose was cute, small and straight-bridged and slightly upturned. His eyes looked down at her tits and he fingered the corner of the sheet. Did he dare? Slowly, he lifted the sheet and bent his head to look under it.
Ohmigod! he silently exclaimed. There it was, just like in the pictures, only real. His mom's naked, bulging tit with its dark, soft-looking puffy tip. He let the sheet drop. His cock was hard, tenting the front of his pajama bottoms, and there was a dark wet stain at the tip of the lump.
He walked to the foot of the bed and hesitated, looking at his mother's peaceful face. Did he really want to take such a chance? What if she woke up? His quivering cock made the decision for him. He lifted the sheet, but didn't dare to pull it away from her legs. Instead, he just lifted it high enough to look under. In the shadowy regions past her knees he saw a tuft of dark hair bulging below her belly.
Ron's heart was pounding so loud now that it seemed as if everyone in the house should hear it!
His cock had never been so hard and tight skinned…
"Ahhhh-hhhh," Laura groaned and, waking, rolled over.
Ron nearly shit, and dropped to the floor at the foot of the bed where he couldn't be seen. Quickly, he rolled under the bed and held his breath. He squirmed so his head was near the edge of the bed on his mother's side. Two bare feet planted themselves inches from his nose.
Laura yawned and Ron saw that her heels were facing him as she stood up, so he felt safe in inching forward enough to take a peek. Jeez! She was walking naked to the closet, her soft white asscheeks rolling and quivering sexily. She turned just a bit and he saw the side of one big, loosely swinging boob. Ron wet his parched lips and tried to swallow.
He groped for his hard cock and gave it a few strokes, then stopped and stared as his mother bent to look at something on the closet floor. A damp looking, hairy bulge squeezed out at the very tops of her full thighs, just under the split other ass, and Ron caught a glimpse of pink! His mother's cunt!
Laura put on a nightgown and robe and walked into the hall. Ron listened until he heard the bathroom door click, and then he squirmed out and hurried to his room. He imagined what might have happened if he'd had the courage to come out from under the bed and show his mother his big dick. In his fantasy she'd cooed over the fat tool, proud that she had such a well-built son, and had petted and stroked it until it shot off in her hands. Ron hadn't reached the point yet of allowing himself to visualize actually screwing his mother.
When he heard her flush the toilet and walk into the kitchen, Ron held his cock down inside his pajamas so it wouldn't show, and went to the bathroom. He was so excited by what he'd seen that he forgot to lock the door.
Karen was the next to wake up. She yawned and scratched her itchy pussy and strolled sleepily down the hall. The slow running of the shower didn't register until she'd opened the door and taken a few steps inside.
She saw the blurred figure behind the steamy glass doors of the shower and was about to leave when her eye was caught by a quick movement. Nervously, she inched closer, wondering why he was standing sideways to the shower spray, and why his one arm was so busy.
"Ohhhh!" Karen gasped as she caught sight of her brother's cock. It was the first cock she'd ever seen, and it was stiff and hard, sticking up in front of him all wet and rosy. The dark, gaping slit in the fat tip was aimed right at the glass doors.
Karen automatically took a few backward steps toward the door and then hesitated. She glanced jaw the hall and saw her mother busy in the kitchen. She quietly shut the bathroom door. Karen had never seen anything so nastily exciting before, and it made her pussy burn and itch to be scratched.
She pressed her cheek to the glass and stared at her brother's cock-filled fist. She wasn't worried about him catching her, because his eyes were closed as he beat his meat. Karen bit her lip. She knew what she and Ron were doing was dirty, but she just couldn't help herself. Watching her brother jerk off would make her own fingering that much more exciting!
Lifting the front of her nightie, she parted the thin, pink lips of her palpitating pussy and slid her middle finger down the hot, damp groove until she reached the hole. It was already wet and she cased the tip of her finger in and smeared some of her cunt-cream up to the hard, dusky nubbin of her throbbing clitty.
"Ahhhh," she sighed softly, her hips hunching. It took her only a short time to start coming. Just as she began panting and moaning she saw Ron's pumping fist speed up. Then the dark cockhead expanded and a huge spurt of hot, creamy jism bolted from the pouting slit and splashed forcefully against the glass door a few inches from Karen's startled face. Her nose flattened as she pressed close to watch the gooey mess mingle with the shower spray and slide down the steamy glass. A few more cum-globs jumped weakly from Ron's prick and dribbled over his clenched fist.
Karen was shivering and shaking with her own intense orgasm when the bathroom door suddenly opened and Laura stepped in with an armload of folded towels.
"KAREN!" she shrieked, dropping the towels. "Wha… what are you doing?"
Karen went white with guilt and fear as she jerked her hand from between her thighs and quickly pulled her nightie down. She shivered, unable to meet her mother's shocked eyes, and felt sick inside.
"Who's out there?" Ron yelled, turning his back to the glass doors.
Laura grabbed her daughter's arm in a fierce grip and dragged her into the hall. "How could you do such a thing?" she exclaimed, shaking her. "Touching yourself like that while spying on your own brother!"
Ron stepped out of the shower stall and glanced into the hall just in time to see his mother pulling Karen into her bedroom. He wondered what was going on. He'd never seen their mother so upset and angry with his sister before. Karen was usually so disgustingly good…
In the bedroom, Karen's head was hanging, and her shoulders were defensively hunched as her mother scolded her, telling her how filthy-minded she was, and wasn't she ashamed of herself for doing such a dirty thing. The girl's hands were folded over her nightie, unconsciously pressing the mound of her dripping cunny.
Laura sat on the bed and looked uncertainly at her daughter. She wasn't sure how to handle such a situation, but had to try.
Trembling with shame and fear, Karen raised her nightie to her hips and stood there, overwhelmed by embarrassment. Laura averted her eyes from her girl's tangled, wet pubic curls. Slowly, Karen lowered herself onto her mother's lap, something she hadn't done in years. Her inverted position was not only physically and psychologically uncomfortable, but Laura had interrupted the girl's orgasm, and now her steamy pussy was pressed against her mother's robe-covered thighs.
Laura stared at her daughter's plump white asscheeks as they tightened in preparation for the spanking. Their dark division reminded her suddenly of Bridget's gorgeous ass, and she swallowed hard, uncomfortably aware of her own rising lust. She took a deep breath and began to spank Karen's soft, springy cheeks.
"Oow!" Karen cried, jerking her hips.
The girl's exposed, wriggling butt jiggled tautly with each lusty smack, and Karen squealed with pain and kicked her legs in a frantic attempt to save herself.
Laura bit her lip as her palm connected again and again with her daughter's naked curved ass, alternating from one silken cheek to the other. Watching the lovely, reddened butt jiggling so that the soft, tender mounds wobbled against each other was turning her on just as handling the nurse's had!
Her face flushed as she realized that her own daughter's bare body was arousing her. It was a horrible thought, but as she stared at the base of Karen's trembling ass, at the barely mature pussy with its delicate pink inner folds showing between the hairy outer lips, she wondered if all that squirming was due to the spanking. Could Karen be rubbing herself off on her wrinkled robe?
She bent her face a little nearer and smelled her daughter's sweet, steamy snatch. Her own newly awakened cunt throbbed with need, but she repressed the unwanted and, she told herself angrily, unhealthy perverted excitement.
Unknown to the two excited females, Dan was peering through the window from behind some bushes, his gaze riveted on the teenager's hot, bouncing ass. He smiled wryly as her gleaming, tight pussy stared back at him, the tiny, virgin hole like a wrinkled red eye. It looked so fresh, so succulent. Unconsciously, he squeezed the growing bulge in the front of his pants, determined to make his move soon.