Monica watched with disbelief, her mouth hanging open and her palm still cupped around her quivering, drooling cunt. Thrill after thrill chased through her body and exploded in her mind in a blaze of colorful stars.
The kid was nuts!
Gil wouldn't have given first thought to putting his face near that flowing, puddled gash of cummy cunt flesh, let alone to thrusting his tongue into the syrupy mixture and stirring it around.
But the kid was going to do it. He'd balked at the suggestion at first. But then he'd taken one long look at the slick baldness of Vicky's cunt and had changed his mind.
Or did he have any mind left to change? Is that what a shaved cunt did to men? Would Gil… put his face… against that draining, cummy pussy and suck it?
The idea thrilled through her wildly. Why shouldn't he? She'd swallowed down his load, the other morning, hadn't she? Why couldn't he lick a little off her cuntlips? It wouldn't kill him. It might even make him see her side of it. It might even soften him a little and make him less a he-man and more a whole man.
Suddenly, she didn't mind the itching of her cunt any more. She knew how to solve it. She would shave it smooth again.
"Oh-h-h, God…" Jim croaked once more.
He inhaled deeply, his nose barely touching the wet, shiny surface of her cunt flesh. His eyeballs rolled in his head. His tongue slithered between his lips and slipped up the satiny gap of Vicky's pussy.
"Ahhhh!" Vicky gasped softly. "That's it, Jim – that's it. Just the way you sucked my tits, honey – do it right! Ohhh, slurp my pussy mouth again!"
Jim didn't need lessons on sucking cunt. He must have gotten lots of practice on Mavis. His head turned gently back and forth as he went to work, lapping and licking.
He thrust his tongue from his lips and made it broad and flat. He covered the whole of her pulsating gap with it and shook her sensitive flesh up and down.
His lips nibbled at her puffy cunt petals. He sucked them into his mouth and chewed gently on them. Vicky sighed and moaned repeatedly and spilt her pussy open as wide as it would go.
She cupped the back of his head and let her knees come so far back against her body they mashed against her tits and flattened the firm cones.
She looked twice as open and hot because there was no hair over her twat. She looked vulnerable and helpless, and her cunt poured forth its slippery honey.
Jim licked and lapped and sucked. His tongue washed all over her wet, red flesh. He didn't just lick her gap. He licked all over her sweet, slick pussylips, over her mound, along the lines of inner thigh and crotch, where it all came together in a hot, slippery, silky maw of quivering cunt flesh.
Vicky moaned repeatedly. She tossed her head and rocked on the tight balls of her firm ass, rolling and heaving.
Her asshole winked and pulsed. It was like a steamy vent for the boiling tunnel of her cunt. Jim licked all around it, gripping the sides of her hips, pressing his face into her crotch again and again.
"Ahhh, I can't get enough!" he cried.
"Try-try!" Vicky gasped.
"I've never seen anything like it! It's wild! No hair! I can lick anywhere – everywhere! Ahhh, right up your asshole even! God, oh God!"
He let out a quavering gasp and lunged forward. Vicky stiffened and sucked in her breath. She mewed with sensation and rolled and rocked back and forth, and then Monica saw it – saw it!
Jim's tongue tip had vanished! It was up her asshole! He was doing it!
Monica shuddered all over as she watched. Her own asshole burned and pulsed. She remembered the feel of the thick, stuffing plug of Gil's cock ripping up her shit chute the other night.
That had hurt. What Jim was doing looked thrilling. Would Gil fuck her asshole with his tongue instead of his big prick? Would he?
Maybe… if she kept her cunt shaved and slick and bald and tempting…
"Ahhh, Jim!" Vicky cried, clutching at the back of his head, pulling his face tightly into her split crotch.
She gasped several times. Her face flushed red. Her tits swelled, and the nipples stretched from the ends, red and pointed and stiff.
Jim pumped with his tongue, fucking her asshole. He ran his fingers all over her slippery, drooling cunt gap. He fondled her lips and her clit. He fucked up into her cunt hole and pressed the big muscle up and down.
"Ah! Ahhhh, you're going to do it, kid!" Vicky gasped. "You're going to make me come! God, you're a good cunt-sucker!"
She took in a shuddering breath and scooted so that her crotch was tipped upward even more toward his face. She couldn't have split her middle open any more than it already was, but she did.
And Jim lapped and slurped and fucked right to the center of her being.
"Ahhhhgh!" she cried tightly.
Vicky mashed his face against her split crotch and blew cunt juice all over him as she came. Her cunt muscles quivered and shook and pulsed. Her asshole sucked around his tongue. She bathed him in slippery honey and bucked up and down wildly.
"Man, man!" Jim gasped when the explosion was over.
He lifted back and looked down at the quivering mass of red, pulsing flesh. A squirt of juice leaked from her cunt mouth, and he dipped down and licked it up, making Vicky shudder again.
"Ohhh, that was good, Jim – good! You can deliver my groceries any day," Vicky grinned shakily.
He held his prick in his fist and pointed it at her. It was raging stiff again, pulsing at the swollen end.
"I gotta fuck you again, Monica," he gasped. "Look what that pretty bald pussy did to my prick!"
She looked at it. She smiled. "That's fine, Jim," she said. "You keep it stiff like that until the next time, huh?"
His face fell. "Aw, Monica! I gotta fuck! I'm horny as hell now!"
She let her feet down from the edge of the counter. Her legs dangled. She slipped the hem of the skirt under her ass, one cheek at a time, then covered up her gleaming, bald cunt.
"Monica…" he wailed.
"Next time, Jim," she repeated.
He reached for the box of groceries and fumbled around in it with a desperate expression. He pulled out a large green cucumber, covered with knobs. He waved it at her with a grin.
"Both of us?" he questioned, shaking his prick at her at the same time. "Mavis likes it that way – my prick up her ass and a big cucumber up her cunt!"
"Sounds exciting," Vicky said, slipping from the counter to the floor. "Next time." She grinned at him, clearly finished. "Maybe," she added, nodding toward the cucumber. "Now, put that dick back in your pants and go make your deliveries. We wouldn't want you to get fired. Besides, my son is due home any minute, and he might not like to see a strange guy fucking a cucumber up his mother's cunt."
Monica had been right on the verge of coming with Vicky. But she'd held back, thinking that Vicky would surely want a second orgasm, the way she usually did.
So, she'd held herself back. Her cunt was blazing, her emotions pitched and jittery. Her palm was soaked, and her honey ran down her inner thighs.
She watched Jim stuff his prick back into his pants, the rod shape of it very clear. She was ready to run around the back of the house and capture him and pull him into the garage and tell him she'd changed her mind.
He wouldn't notice, maybe, that her slick, bald cunt had scratchy stubble on it now. Maybe he wouldn't notice she'd changed her clothes. He wouldn't be able to believe that she wasn't the same woman he'd fucked and sucked in the kitchen just moments ago. They almost never had guessed a switch had been pulled on them.
But when Vicky mentioned that Bruce would be home from school at any moment, she gasped and whirled around at the sound from the front door that she would have missed if Jim had started fucking the big cucumber up her sister's cunt.
"Bruce!" she gasped softly.
She yanked her hand from her panties and flipped the hem of the mini down quickly. She stood in front of the kitchen door and stammered watching him come into the house.
Bruce blinked and squinted at the abrupt change of light from the brightness outside. He peered at his mother. "Aunt Vicky?" he asked, not quite sure.
Monica stepped away from the door toward him, keeping her wet palm behind her.
"Bruce! It's your mother!"
"Oh, yeah," he grinned. "Hi, Mom. Gosh, you two look so much alike, I didn't know for sure. Isn't that one of Aunt Vicky's dresses?"
He was looking her up and down. The gaze made tingles run through Monica. As she looked at him, she saw that he wasn't much younger than the boy Vicky had just been fucking. He was taller, and he knew already that his prick was twice as big.
Her cunt tingled and squirmed from her frustration. The orgasm was still there, right at the surface. She felt dizzy for a quick moment as she visualized herself walking up to Bruce and lifting her mini and taking his big cock into her flaming cunt.
"Mom? What's the matter, Mom?"
"Matter?"
"You look – funny. Is something wrong?"
"No-no, nothing's wrong. Wait! Where are you going?"
He'd dropped his books onto a small table. "Just into the kitchen for a drink," he said, turning to look at her. His forehead wrinkled with puzzlement. "How come the door's closed? Jeez, I haven't seen that thing closed in years."
"Don't go in there, Bruce," she said quickly, totally unable to think of a good reason why he shouldn't.
Bruce was just going to ask why he shouldn't when Vicky swung through the door and saved Monica the need to lie. The lying would have been better.
Vicky had the hem of her skirt lifted to her abdomen. She was wiping her naked cunt of all the wetness on a tissue as she pushed through the door.
When she saw Bruce, she was very nonchalant, simply letting her skirt fall back into place.
"Why, hello, Bruce. Back so soon?"
"H-Hello, Aunt Vicky," Bruce choked, his eyes bugging.
Monica flushed all over with embarrassment for him. Not that he'd really seen Vicky's cunt under the folds of material. It was the suggestiveness that counted.
Vicky laughed easily. "Don't mind me, darling. I seem to be a little syrupy, is all. Or didn't you know such things happened to women?"
"I… I…" Bruce stammered, swallowing hard.
She went up to him and touched the side of his face with her damp fingers. Monica watched his nose wrinkle as he smelled the aroma of fucking cunt.
"Don't you have a girl, Brucie? A big handsome guy like you? I thought you did."
"N-Nancy," he stammered.
"Well, I'll bet Nancy gets all syrupy over you, doesn't she?" Vicky grinned, that special look coming from her eyes and flustering Bruce more than Monica had ever seen.
"I… gosh, Aunt Vicky!" he gasped with confusion. He looked at Monica as if for help. He didn't know what to make of her attitude or her intimacy.
"Vicky!" Monica cried softly.
Vicky turned and looked at her. "Oh, don't be so stuffy, honey," she said. "Bruce is a big boy now, isn't he? He ought to know about women by now. If he doesn't, then he should be taught."
Vicky looked back at Bruce, giving him a full blast of that look of hers, moving in close, making her pointed tits thrust toward him and brush their tips over his chest.
"Wouldn't you like your Aunt Vicky to teach you about women, Brucie?" she asked intimately.
"Vicky, stop!" Monica gasped.
The minor effect was driving her mad. Watching Vicky fuck the delivery boy had been like watching a movie of herself doing it. It was just the same right now – with her own son this time. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed shamelessly.
"Why stop?" Vicky asked. "He has to learn, doesn't he? You didn't mind learning when you were his age. Besides, darling, I care about him. He's my nephew, isn't he?"
"That's why you should stop!" Monica gasped. "Aunt and nephew – it just isn't…"
Vicky laughed lightly, tipping her head back. She wadded the ball of damp tissue in her hand and tossed it toward the wastebasket.
"It just isn't the same as mother and son, Monica? Is that what you were going to say? Well, we can pretend, Brucie and I can. He can pretend that I'm his mother without much trouble at all. Isn't that right, Bruce?"
Bruce looked from one to the other of them several times, not at all certain what they were even talking about. But he knew the effect it was having on his erecting prick. He half turned away, trying to hide it.
"Don't your mother and I look just alike now, Bruce?" Vicky asked gaily, moving over toward Monica. "I'll bet if the lights were low you wouldn't be able to tell us apart."
Bruce grinned. "Yeah," he said with a small laugh. "I already thought Mom was you, and the lights weren't even on."
Vicky smiled at him steadily. Monica felt her heart pound. The poor kid was just too innocent. He didn't understand anything yet. She knew exactly what Vicky had in mind, and the knowledge sent chills and thrills through her at the same time, racing up her spine and making her lightheaded.
Bruce seemed to hurry into the kitchen, leaving the twin sisters alone. Monica turned her head and made her voice level and quiet as deadly as she could.
"You leave my son alone, Vicky," she said.
"Mmmm, don't we sound vicious, darling," Vicky grinned lightly. "Or is that overtone one of jealousy?"
"Don't you dare fuck him."
Vicky pointed at herself and looked surprised. "Me? Do a thing like that? Monica, darling, I'm astonished! I'm not going to fuck him, sweetie. You are."
"I…" Monica blurted with a loud gasp. "Oh! Oh, damn you, Vicky! I won't have it! Don't you dare!"
Vicky laughed lightly and leaned against her sister, making their tits rub. She took Monica's hand and began leading her back to the bedroom.
"Come on, darling – let's finish you off before you completely lose track of what you're saying."
"Finish me…" Monica started.
"Of course. You've got a big bubble in your cunt just aching to be popped. I saw you watching us. I heard you, too. Mmmm, you sounded like you were having a fine time playing with your pretty pussy. But I know you didn't get to finish," she said, pulling Monica into the bedroom and closing the door.
She moved in close. She reached around her sister for the zipper at the back of the dress. She ran it down and slid the garment from Monica's shoulders, watching the fine, firm tits come free. "Vicky, stop it," she said softly.
"I can't leave you hanging like this, darling," Vicky said, reaching forward to cup her sister's tits in her soft, damp palms.
"I'm fine," Monica said. She closed her eyes a moment and sucked in her breath with the sensation Vicky's fingers caused at her nipples.
"You're not fine at all. You'll be a wreck by dinner time. I know you too well, honey. Much too well. Come on, off with the dress. Let Vicky make you feel good all over."
"No!" Monica gasped, trying to pull away. She didn't try too hard.
"Oh? You don't want me to finish you off? Then how about Bruce? I can call in Bruce, and we can give him his first lesson on how to keep Nancy happy."
"Oh-h-h, God…" Monica breathed quaveringly.
"Mmm, you like that idea. All right. I'll call him."
"No! No, don't you dare!" Monica gasped.
Vicky laughed throatily. She reached lower and slid the mini over Monica's hips, pushing it down her firm thighs to the floor. She passed her hand up between the firm thighs and cupped her hand around the leaking, quivering meat of her cunt.
"Honey, you need another shave," Vicky said. "You're getting all stubbly. Brucie won't want to suck your pussy madly the way Jim sucked mine, if you don't keep it slick and shaved."
"Ohhh, Vicky…" Monica groaned.
"Did you see what happened to our cocky delivery boy when he got a look at my bald pussy? Of course, you saw it. Wasn't it thrilling? Didn't I tell you that's what happened to them?"
"Ohhhh, God!" Monica gasped again, feeling her knees go rubbery and weak.
"There, darling – that's it. Lie down on the bed before you fall down. Open your legs. Wider. Ohhhh, that's it, Monica. My, what a pretty, hot wet cunt! If you didn't have all those whiskers on it, I'd suck you off and let you know what it felt like for me just now – what it's going to feel like when Bruce sucks you off with that youthful eagerness Jim displayed."
"Vicky, don't – please, don't."
Vicky was sliding the tip of her finger up and down her sister's pink, quivering gap, circling her straining clit with it, sliding it back down to pluck at the running mouth of her cunt hole.
"Mmm, that's so wet in there it's going to flood the bed, darling. What we need is a big fat plug to stuff in there. A big prick. A hot, hard prick. And I know just where there happens to be one right now. Stay like that, darling, and I'll go get it."
"No – don't, Vicky, don't…" Monica gasped.
Vicky slid from the bed. She moved toward the door, smiling with excitement.
"I'll call him," she said.
"Don't call him!"
"You can't be left in this condition, darling."
"I won't – I won't!" Monica gasped.
She reached quickly between her thighs with both hands. She spread her sodden cuntlips apart with the tips of her fingers and then fucked two stiff fingers deeply into her cunt hole. She jiggled the top of her cleft at the same time, masturbating her clit.
She lifted her knees high and apart. She switched her ass on the bed and strained upward, lifting her cunt high.
"Don't do that, Monica – don't waste it!" Vicky cried.
"Yes! Ohhh, I'm going to come! Then you won't be able to make me fuck my son! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, Vicky!"
Vicky snatched the door open. "Bruce! Brucie!"
"Huh?" he answered, his voice muffled and distant.
"Come here a minute, Bruce!"
"Ohhh, I'm going to come! Vicky, damn you! Ahhhhh, I'm coming!"
"What's the matter, Aunt Vicky? What do you want?"
Vicky stood in the doorway, leaving it open just a crack. She looked back at the bed and watched her sister toss and heave with orgasm, her legs shaking, her tits jiggling on her chest.
Monica gave a final shudder of release, her cunt mouth spasming and drooling hot honey, and then she collapsed back on the bed with her hand over her pussy and let out a long groan.
"Never mind, Brucie," Vicky said quietly.
He tried to peer around her into the room. "What's the matter with Mom? Is she all right? She sounds awful."
Vicky smiled softly at him. "She is now, honey. Just a little cramping. You can help her next time, sweetie. I'm sure shell let you help her in a day or two."
Bruce was going to ask help her with what, but Vicky only smiled and closed the door. She turned her back to it and looked at her spread-legged sister and put her hand to her chin in thought.