I got a great idea.
Sally and Don, like most sisters and brothers, were always at each other's throats. Their constant sibling rivalry had always been a source of considerable consternation to me. Even though I knew such conflict occurred in most families, its existence in our home still made me feel as though I had somehow failed as a mother.
Since I had entered their individual lives as a sexual partner, both of my kids had been doing splendidly at school and in their social adjustment. However, they were still squabbling at home.
So why not bring them together? Introduce them to the common denominator that might resolve their differences?
Sex.
But, of course, I couldn't just come out and suggest it. I'd learned long ago that the last thing children want to do is something one of their parents overtly recommends.
If you want to accomplish anything with kids you've got to be tricky. Telling them out right what you want almost never works. You have to plant the seed in their minds indirectly.
I decided to base my strategy on Don's and Sally's natural antagonism for each other. I'd come up with something that would get them bickering, and then in the process they would suddenly become aware of their mutual attraction to one another.
It was a simple device I chose, really. Underpants.
That's right. One Saturday morning when Ted had already left the house to play golf and the children were sleeping late, I slipped into the kids room and switched their underwear. When Sally poked through her top drawer she'd find nothing but jockey shorts; and Don would find a pile of bikini frillies.
Oh yes, one more thing. A crucial tactic, I would say.
I hid the rest of their clothing. They would discover the switch when they were in some provocative state of undress, and be forced to confront one another with plenty showing. Since one of them was a boy, and the other was a girl, I was certain nature would take its course.
In the meantime, I settled down in the living room and nursed a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper, calmly waiting for the explosion. This was going to be fun.
Their clock-radios went off simultaneously-I had made sure of that eventuality, too. I could hear them scuffling around in their rooms, preparing to face the day and wondering how their alarms had betrayed them on a Saturday.
After a few moments, Sally's voice was the first one I heard.
"What the shit is this?" her astonished reaction to her underwear supply reached my ears.
A moment later, Don spat the same expletive for feces from the adjacent room.
Now it was a toss-up which one would make the first move. I sat on the edge of my chair, tensely waiting and keeping my eye on the hall.
It was a draw. Both of their doors swung open at once and the kids practically collided.
Oh, I'm telling you, it was a classic scene. Don clad only in his loose-fitting pajama bottoms; Sally in her transparent shortie night- gown.
An example of each other's offending underwear was clenched in their fists.
I quickly got up and tip-toed behind a curtain so they couldn't see me and call on me to referee their dispute. This was one argument
Mother was going to make sure they had to settle on their own.
"What's this?" Don thundered in an imitation of his dad, as he brandished a pair of pink bikinis in Sally's face.
"I might ask you the same question, creepo," she retorted with a specimen of her own, hoisting a pair of jockey shorts with her thumbs spreading the elastic waistband. In the process of raising her arms, she failed to notice that the hem of her nightie had risen to the tops of her tawny thighs.
They stared at each other's evidence, trying to figure out what was going on. Each was trying to figure out the most scathing way in which to assess the blame.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Sally charged. "It's your idea of a practical joke, I suppose.
"Sure," Don bitterly scoffed. "And then I filled my own drawer with your stuff I've always wanted to wear girls' panties."
"I wouldn't put it past you," Sally hissed. "You-you degenerate."
"I dare you to call me that again, bitch!"
"Degenerate!"
"Bitch!"
They started slapping each other with their underpants.
During the action, Sally's nightie pitched and tossed, revealing tantalizing patches of her naked body. More than once the mossy triangle of her exposed pussy flashed in the open.
However, the result of the joust was even more explicit when it came to Don. With all the twisting and turning, the loosely tied drawstring of his pajama bottoms came loose and suddenly the garment dropped to his ankles. He was nude.
Sally abruptly stopped hitting him when she noticed. Her eyes slid uncontrollably down his body until they stopped at his crotch.
My plan was working perfectly. She was looking at her brother's cock and balls, and gawking.
Don didn't catch on at first. Then, when he did, he was abruptly embarrassed by his nudity and his sister's attention to its most striking aspect. A deep blush settled over his bare skin.
"Wha-what d-do you think you're looking at?" he finally managed to stammer.
"What do you think?" his sister smirked. "I didn't know my little brother was growing up so fast."
He tried to turn away, but she stopped him in a most ingenious fashion. Taking the hem, she began to tantalizingly roll the bottom of her nightie up her thighs.
"If you let me look at you; I'll let you look at me," she imitated a little kid. "Remember how we used to play doctor when we were both little?"
"We-we can't," Don muttered. "What if Mom catches us?"
"Forget about her. We can always lock ourselves in one of the bedrooms."
He made a move to walk away, but found his feet encased in cement. The paralytic power, of course, was coming from his sister's rapidly revealed body. Sally had the hem of her nightie just below her pussy now, and was obviously determined to raise it the rest of the way and show everything.
Then, with a quick jerk of her wrists, it was out in the open.
Her beautiful cunt. So soft and mossy. The teenage cunt of any adolescent boy's wettest dreams.
Even if it did belong to his sister.
Don's dick automatically sprang to attention. One second it was limp and rubbery; the next it was a twitching pole, rippling with a throbbing network of blue veins.
Still hoisting her nightie in order to expose the breasts of which she was so justifiably proud, Sally sidled so close to her brother that the head of his cock was grazing her snatch. I could almost see the sparks flying from the first tentative meeting of their genitalia.
"We could go in my room," she changed her tone entirely from before and cooed seductively. "I'd lay down on my bed and spread my legs for you."
Even from across the living room I could see that Don was beginning to sweat. Sally really had his self-control on the run.
"You'd like my cunt up close," she continued to ply her charms. "It's all soft and juicy. I'd let you stick your fingers into it. Lick it.
And then-"
"Y-yes?" Don gulped.
"When we were through playing around, you could stick your dick inside me. Feel how tight I can make my cunt. You won't believe how tight I can make it."
"T-tighter than Mom's?" he blurted, letting the cat out of the bag.
Sally looked searchingly into his eyes and then laughed uproariously. "You, too, huh? I should have known. Oh, that Mom is a horny bitch. Of course she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off a fresh young stud-even if he's her own son,
Don wasn't as amused. He seemed to feel betrayed that I had two-timed him with his sister.
"Oh, don't let it bother you, kid," Sally attempted to calm him.
"Just because your mother likes to sleep around with her kids doesn't mean it's the end of the world."
But he didn't see things this way. "She's n-n-nothing but a whore!" he stammered his bitter conclusion.
Sally gave him a long, hard look, assessing the situation.
Obviously Don was too steamed to talk out of his anger. On the other hand, if he kept venting his spleen like this, he might lose his hard-on, and my horny daughter was certainly in no mood for that. How could she respect his outraged feelings and keep him sexually aroused at the same time?
"How would you like to get even with Mother, Don?" she finally asked.
"Just name it."
"Cheat on her," she slyly cooed. "And to make it even better, cheat with the very same person she's been cheating on you with."
"You?"
Oh, Jesus, that girl was a clever one. I was proud of her.
"Let's go, then," Don responded through a firm jaw. He was seething so intensely that his lips didn't even move. However, because of Sally's ingenious maneuver, his cock was more rigid than ever. He was going to exact his revenge by fucking hell out of his big sister.
I couldn't have been more pleased.
They disappeared into Sally's bedroom, hastily kicking the door closed behind them as they rushed for the bed. I could hear them giggling all the way across the living room behind the curtain. It was clear they were on the verge of getting it on in supreme fashion.
Coming out from behind the curtain, I stole toward the bedroom, the imaginary scent of sex flaring my nostrils as though I were a carnal bloodhound. As I moved forward, my thighs slipped together like greasy slabs; they'd been marinated by my dripping pussy.
Of course I'd always intended to eavesdrop on the kids.
However, my voyeur's task was made a lot easier by the fact that the bedroom door hadn't latched. There was already about an inch of space from the jamb, and it would be no trouble to make the vista to the bed even larger.
I got down on my knees to watch them. Don't ask me to explain why-there was just something about the position that seemed terribly erotic. Maybe being on her knees is just a conditioned reflex for a woman when it comes to sex.
Sally had reclined, as she had promised her brother, and was spreading her legs in his face. Her pussy was broadcasting right at him with about 100,000 hot watts.
"Fingerfuck me," she said. "It gets my cunt nice and juicy for the grand finale. Besides, something tells me it's about time my little brother found out which end is up when it comes to twats. You may have fucked Mother, but Warren Beatty I think you ain't quite yet, kiddo."
As though for my benefit she swung her gaping crotch a few degrees to the left so I had a perfect view. A perfect view of her brother's trembling fingers poking into the maw of her perfect pussy.
"Don't tease me," she laughed. "Really stick them in there."
"All of them?"
"Preferably in a fist, Boy Scout."
Don couldn't believe he was being asked to do this, but his sister was boss. All of a sudden he had a fist at the end of his arm and was ramming it forward.
Sally's pussy lips popped aside just as her brother's knuckles struck for the essence of her femininity. Apparently having complete control over the muscles of her fuck-hole, she made her slit into a cavern. Don's fist slid right inside her without an obstacle.
"Deeper! Deeper!" she strongly urged him. "It's like the head of a giant cock in there!"
Don's motions were uncertain at first, because, after all, he was nervous-this was his first try at fist fucking. Even in his adolescent fantasies he'd probably never even thought about this particular nugget of depravity.
However, Sally seemed to enjoy the unschooled nature of his movements. The jerky thrusts seemed to give a raw edge to the fist fucking that she dug. Otherwise, why would she have been squealing about how hard she was coming?
This unbelievably erotic spectacle had me gasping. It was all I could do to keep the threshold of my panting down to a level where the kids wouldn't notice my presence.
Then I was interrupted by a splashing sound. Looking down between my legs, I saw that my Pussy juice was splattering to the floor.
There was a thickly spreading pool of female cream between my knees.
I was wearing just a robe, so it was easy for me to find my cunt. It was blazing. My clit was reaching out to be pressed like the button on a fire-alarm.
I gouged it. The sirens immediately went off in my head. A five-alarmer!
Back on the bed, Don had finally made his sister come all she was going to with his fist as the male instrument of sex. It was time for them to move on.
"Now it's time for your lunch, little brother. Excuse me, it's morning-time for your breakfast, brother dear."
Don's hand was out of her cunt and she was wiggling the hairy, dripping gash in his face by flexing her pelvis a foot off the bed. I couldn't see my son's face, but I knew he was drooling.
Suddenly he buried his head in the crux of his sister's open loins. The smacking of the lids of his mouth against the lips of her pussy could immediately be heard. "Tongue me, Don, tongue me!" Sally fervently requested. "Fuck my cunt with your long, raspy tongue."
There was a wet slap and Don's tongue was lapping against his sister's cunt like a noodle. Then, like a snake disappearing into its hole, it crawled inside.
He was orally probing her and sucking up that sweet, sweet juice at the same time. I wished I were there in his place.
However, I had to make do with my own body.
The most efficient thing was to just begin masturbating. Sticking my fingers up in my cunt and jerking a few orgasms loose to relieve some of the tension.
It worked. I began to come so intensely that I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from crying out.
When my sight was restored, the position of the kids on the bed had changed. Don had his face back to himself and was now stroking his cock in preparation for the final plunge.
"Wait, before you stick me," Sally held up a restraining hand.
"Let me make my cunt nice and high for you. That way it'll make it stem as though you're even deeper inside me."
She took the pillows and stuffed them under her ass. All of a sudden the top of her pussy was like a hairy ridge. Her twat loomed over all.
"Now fuck me," she beckoned Don toward her. "Fuck me as hard as you can, little brother."
His dick rocketed toward her snatch. Quickly it was foraging up the meaty wound of her cunt, surging in its hungry search. He was in her to the hilt. His balls were slapping against the bottom of her vulva.
"Mmmmmmmm, you may be. a kid," Sally complimented her little brother, "but somebody really taught you how to fuck. I guess you've got to hand it to that old Mom."
God, that made me feel good. When a mother gets a heartfelt tribute like that from her teenage daughter, she knows she's doing something right. They were really fucking now, rocking back and forth on the bed from their series of reciprocal pelvic thrusts. It was simply beautiful.
In and out of his sister's cunt Don's hard, young prick went.
He was showing Sally everything I had taught him about the art of love.
And she was responding in kind. Wrapping her legs around him… nibbling his earlobe and soul-kissing him… squeezing his balls and then gouging a finger in his asshole. Oh, you better believe it, I'd been there!
She pushed his face down to her tits. He began biting the nipples, making her squeal with thoroughly enjoyed pain. What a couple they made.
It was excruciating to watch them. No normal person could have avoided envy. God, how I wanted to be there with them.
But I was afraid of being exposed as a meddler. If I betrayed my presence, the kids would know I'd put them up to this by exploiting theft sibling rivalry.
So I just kept plugging away with my fingers in my cunt. And now that I had my other hand at my tits, I twisted my turgid nipples around as though I were trying to tear them from the mounds on my chest.
At the bed, the abused springs were screeching out a metallic symphony. In perfect physical condition, Sally and Don were tireless in their lovemaking.
Apparently they liked fucking so much that they seemed to be delaying the final moment of truth. Perhaps the delay pleased them, but it was driving me crazy with frustration.
Pretty soon the status quo was no longer enough to contain me. My self-abuse did not satisfy my unquenchable need for orgasm any longer. The lust of my runaway senses seemed to be inalterably drawing me toward my fucking daughter and son.
I couldn't help myself. I began crawling toward them. They would soon know I had been watching them the whole time.
"Oh, come in her," I uncontrollably moaned. "Come in your sister's cunt, Don!"
They both turned to look at me, however in a surprisingly casual fashion. There was no alarm at all. It seemed as though they'd been expecting me.
"Well, well," Sally drawled, "look who's here. What took you so long, Mother?"
I was rocked back on my knees. Her words had stung like a right to the jaw.
I felt like such a fool. Had my motives really been so obvious?
My trickery so transparent?
"H-how did you know?" I laid myself open to be humiliated.
"Who else would have gone to all the trouble of switching our underwear and hiding our clothes? Besides.."
"Yes?"
"I saw you playing with yourself by the door while Don was fist fucking me. Have we given you a good show, you dirty old woman?"
"The b-best," I stammered, but didn't avoid the truth.
"And now you're waiting for Don to come." "Y-yes."
"Then watch this!"
She gritted her teeth for a great effort. At the same time the muscles in her stomach closed into an elongated knot that infused her loins with power.
Don cried out as the sinews of her cunt clamped his hilted cock at the root. She intended to literally wrench the cum from his balls.
He groaned with the exquisite agony of sexual release. She'd taken him over the edge.
"Oh, baby, your cum is so hot!" Sally cried out with pleasure, and possibly for my edification. She probably wanted me to know just how good it felt.
My eyes were between her legs. Her vulva began to swell.
The sperm was building up inside.
Then her pussy lips which had clung so adhesively to her brother's hard-on, abruptly expanded. Don's cock came backing out, being displaced by his own jizz. After his prick was out of the way, his overflowing goo came pouring out.
I couldn't resist it. I may not have been a participant from the beginning, but it still wasn't too late to get in on the finish. I ran and bounded for the bed.
Shoving my face into Sally's snatch, I lapped away like a thirsty camel. The excess cum that would have ordinarily dribbled down her thighs and stained the bedding found itself gulped down my throat.
Then, exceeding my expectations, Don hornily attacked me from behind, Incredibly, his cock was still hard; and he was anxious to try it out on a different body.
He slipped his meat into my cunt from the rear and began pumping. I began to come immediately. Hard…
So hard, in fact, that when the thunder clapped I assumed it was my senses exploding. Orgasmic lightning.
Sally, however, was more observant than I. "Looks like rain," she observed, as she glanced over to the window. "Listen to the thunder."
Sure enough it was gray outside. It was going to rain all right.
Cats and dogs.
But I didn't give it a second thought. I wasn't planning on going anyplace except to the top of the world. What interest could the rest of creation possibly hold for me when I had two naked teenagers in bed with me?
I should have been more attentive. I had completely forgotten a cardinal rule about rain:
You can't play golf in it.