Barbara had known that brothers and sisters often become involved sexually. She had read more than one report about incest. She had never given much consideration to such things, never dreaming it would happen in her own family. But then, who does?
Barbara wasn't stupid. She knew that certain conditions, the right atmosphere, the people concerned, could set the scene for very strange happenings. But she couldn't imagine what had caused Julie and Kenney to become involved.
True, there was a lot of teasing between them, but it was only normal for a brother and sister to tease each other. Barbara considered herself a liberal when it came to individual likes and dislikes. She knew each person was different from the next. Everyone couldn't be the same, she felt, or the world would be populated by a mob of robots, all geared in one direction. Push a button, everyone turned right, push another, they went left… or push another and they all went into a frenzy of mass fucking.
No, people weren't robots.
Life would be very dull indeed if all women dressed alike, looked alike, thought alike-men, too. It was the difference that made things- living-so exciting.
She was surprised to find a lack of anger when she awoke the next morning. When she opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. Her body felt relaxed, and she discovered there was no longer tension in her mind or body. She had not been aware of that tension until now. She stretched sensuously in the bed, trying to understand why she felt no anger, no shame, about the night before. Even if not ashamed of her wild masturbation, she thought she should be at least a little ashamed of her children.
But there was nothing like that in her mind.
Getting up, she went into her shower and soaped her body, then rinsed. Toweling, she went back to the bedroom and rummaged about for clothes. After dressing in white shorts and halter, she brushed her long hair until it gleamed, then applied a faint coat of pink lipstick to her lips. She didn't hear a sound in the house, which meant Julie and Kenney were still asleep.
Satisfied with her appearance, she entered the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. She was surprised to find herself humming happily. She had not sung in many years. Bacon and eggs sizzled in the pan, the coffee perked like a merry bird on the dining room table. She had slices of toast in the toaster, ready to brown. Pouring a cold glass of milk for Kenney, she set cups next to hers and Julie's place.
When breakfast was ready, she went to wake the children.
Julie was sprawled across her bed, the sheet half covering her body. In her sleep she appeared much younger than eighteen. Barbara stood and looked at her daughter before shaking her awake.
"Breakfast, honey," she aid gently.
"Glumph," Julie responded sleepily.
"Come on, lazy… time to get up."
Julie rolled over onto her back, her naked breasts jiggling slightly. Her eyes opened, and she smiled lazily. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching and yawning.
Barbara found herself staring at her daughter's breasts, eyes wide and mouth parted. The nipples were longer than her own, and they seemed to be hard even now. The sheet was down across Julie's hips, with the copper-colored tangle of pussy hairs exposed. Barbara sucked her breath in, and turned quickly.
"Time to get up," she murmured, almost running from the room.
Kenney had shut his door sometime during the night, and she rapped at it with a shaking hand. "Kenney?" she called There was no answer, and she rapped harder. Still no sound.
After seeing her daughter naked, Barbara was almost afraid to open her son's door. There were conflicting emotions warring-inside her body. One part of her mind told her to forget it and go back to the kitchen, but the other side was almost screaming for her to open the door and enter his room.
Holding her breath, she obeyed the impulse to open his door.
Kenney was stretched out on his bed, legs wide and on his back. The first thing Barbara saw was his genitals. Her first thought was they seemed quite large for a boy his age. Her second thought was to run like crazy from the room.
Instead, she walked silently to his bed, pulled the sheet over him, then shook his shoulder. "Wake up, darling… breakfast is ready."
As usual, Kenney came awake immediately. "Hi, Mom," he grinned. "Be there in a second."
Barbara left his room and met her daughter as she came from the hall bathroom. Julie had pulled a robe on, but it was hanging open. She was naked beneath it.
"Julie!" Barbara gasped, clutching her throat. "You shouldn't… mustn't…"
"Shouldn't what, Mother?" Julie asked innocently, taking her time pulling the robe together.
"Uh, nothing," Barbara said nervously. She brushed past her daughter and hurried into the kitchen. She leaned on the table for a moment, then slipped into the chair. She noticed that her hands were shaking, and she fired a cigarette up in an effort to control them.
Kenney was the first to come to the table, followed in a moment or so by his sister. Barbara couldn't lift her eyes to meet them now. She shoved eggs about her plate, sipping her coffee.
"Aren't you hungry, mother?" Julie asked, forking the food into her mouth.
Barbara shook her head. She crushed the cigarette out, firing up another immediately. Julie noticed the nervousness. Finishing her breakfast, she took one of her mother's cigarettes and smoked quietly as she drank her coffee. She gazed unblinkingly at her mother.
Kenney gobbled his breakfast down, then asked for more eggs.
"I'll make them," Julie said, going to the stove. Barbara glanced at Julie. Her daughter seemed somehow, much more attractive this morning than she had noticed before. She was dressed in a mini-dress, a sheath-like garment that clung to her body, hugging it and boldly outlining her up-tilted breasts and fine, curving ass. Barbara wasn't sure-because of the print design of the mini-dress but it seemed as if she could see the split of Julie's ass outlined there.
Again, she shivered as sensation flowed through her. She looked up to see Kenney's eyes on his sister's bottom, his tongue licking slowly about his lips, his gaze hot.
Julie brought the eggs to the table and shoved them from the platter to her brother's plate. "There you are, stud," she said. "Eat up… they'll put lead in your pencil."
It had been years since Barbara had heard that expression. In a way, it was quite a nice saying, she thought. Too bad people didn't use such expressions anymore. Today, every one used explicit words, but as she considered this, it made sense. After all, it was honest.
It seemed like ages to Barbara that they sat there without many words passing between them, when actually it had only been ten or fifteen minutes. She was aware of her daughter's steady gaze, and couldn't lift her eyes to return it. Her emotions were whirling inside her mind dizzily. She couldn't sort them out, couldn't think straight, really. There was a deep pulsation between her thighs, and she felt the sensation she had the night before. Something was going to happen to change her life-all their lives-forever more. Last night was simply the beginning of it. Today was Saturday, and tomorrow was Sunday, and something was going to happen.
Most of the morning was spent straightening the house, a chore that didn't take long. Barbara was a good housekeeper.
After a while, Kenney decided to run over to Mark's house. He had hoped his mother would find shopping to do, anything that would make her leave the house. He had enjoyed screwing his sister so much the night before, he wanted a repeat. But, it looked as if his mother was going to stay home, and he was sure of it when she loaded the washer.
"Be gone long?" Barbara called as he started out the door.
"Hour or so," he said as he left.
Asking him how long he would be gone was another element in the Kramer household. Barbara seldom asked such things of him. He never went far, was always home early. So, why ask now?
Julie was going through record albums, sitting on the floor in front of the stereo, legs crossed, short skirt hiked into her lap. As soon as Barbara looked at her daughter, she knew why she asked Kenney how long he would be gone; she admitted it finally.
She wanted her daughter to initiate something… with her.
Once the idea was clear in her mind, Barbara grew nervous again. She couldn't understand it. She had never been so attracted to a girl before in her life, yet she was now-and toward her daughter! She knew she wasn't a lesbian, had never experienced involvement with a lesbian. She enjoyed men, not women. She tried to think whether it was because of last night, of what she heard, what she knew. Nothing made much sense to her, nothing except the bubbling burning sensation in the bottom of her stomach. Barbara knew, somehow, that masturbating again would not relieve that itch, the tremendous pressure that seemed to be within her.
She sat down in a chair, smoking cigarette after cigarette.
Julie had been aware of her mother's nervousness, had been covertly watching her. She twisted about on the floor, sitting facing her mother, her skirt still hiked up, only now it was almost about her hips.
"You like the Platters?"
"The Platters?" Barbara asked. "That's an old group. I had no idea that album was still around here."
She puffed and blew gray smoke, trying to avert her eyes from Julie's crotch. Unknowingly, Barbara flung her right leg over the arm of the chair, legs wide apart. Julie smiled inwardly as she noticed a few strands of crinkly hair exposed from the tight legs of her mother's shorts.
She turned and put the album on the record turntable. Then she faced her mother again, drawing her knees up and hugging them against her breasts. The movement caused the tight lacy panties to be exposed, as well as the backs of her creamy thighs and a good portion of her smooth ass.
Barbara's breath caught as she gazed unflinchingly at the sight. She seemed mesmerized now, and couldn't pull her eyes away. She had, of course, seen many girls naked before, mostly when she was in high school during gym. But this… this view of Julie was so exciting, her heart hammered in her chest, her pulse racing.
Julie placed her chin on her knees, her eyes smoky as she looked at her mother. For a long moment, Julie looked unashamedly at the crotch of the white shorts, at the curling strands of pubic hair revealed. Like Barbara, Julie had never had sexual interest toward another female. She had, of course, gone through the-usual early teen crushes on females, but it had long passed. She, too, could feel excitement flowing like charged particles through her body. But the difference between the two was, Julie knew and understood what she wanted.
The idea had not come to her until the night before, while doing up the dishes with her mother. It had only been a slight flickering during their conversation, but burst into full force when she had talked her mother into exposing her thighs, by lifting her skirt to her waist.
Julie had made the decision then.
Barbara shifted uncomfortably on the chair, crushing her cigarette out in the ash tray near her. She couldn't understand the emotions that were steaming in her veins, wasn't sure she wanted to understand them. She finally found the strength to pull her eyes from Julie's exposure, and then found she didn't know where to look now. She reached for another cigarette, but didn't pull one from the pack.
A movement had caught her eye, and she turned back to her daughter.
Julie, with her chin still resting on her knees, had dropped her hand down the back of her thigh, sliding it along caressingly, and patted her palm at the crotch of her tight panties. Barbara was afraid to look directly at Julie, but continued to look from the corner of her eye. She saw that Julie was slipping her fingers beneath the band of her panties, and it seemed that her daughter had her tongue licking in a suggestive manner over her lips. And Julie's eyes still burned on Barbara's thighs. Barbara swallowed, trying to say something, but her throat was suddenly dry. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. Her mind was blank to everything except one thing; what she had heard the night before. "Fuck me hard, Kenney!" and the scream that had erupted from her at the time of her shattering orgasm: "Fuck him, fuck him!"
Of its own volition, her head turned until she was facing her daughter once more. Julie was now openly caressing the hairy rim of her cunt, her fingers stuck underneath the tight lacy band.
"Julie!" Barbara said, but it came out as a soft whisper, not the loud condemnation she wanted. "Julie," she said again, much softer yet.
Julie heard, but said nothing. She dropped her other hand down and pulled the band wide, and Barbara watched with frozen shock as her daughter slipped her middle finger into the hair-lined lips, then up to the swollen clitoris, twisting it gently but firmly.
For what seemed hours, Barbara watched her daughter masturbate. Actually, it could only have been a few minutes. Heavy tension was in the air, and Barbara could hear her harsh breathing, sounding like a roaring surf in her ears.
Julie licked her lips again, then spoke, her voice so soft Barbara had to strain to hear the words. "You know, don't you, mother?"
Barbara nodded her head, the movement almost imperceptible.
"You heard us," Julie said in the same soft voice. "You heard Kenney and me last night."
Again the slight nod of head.
"Do you know what you said, too, last night, mother?"
Confused, Barbara tried to deny it.
"You screamed, mother," Julie said, her finger brushing up and down her inflamed clitoris. "You were playing with yourself, and-you listened to me and Kenney, and when you came, you screamed. You screamed Fuck him, fuck him! Don't you remember?"
Barbara's head jerked negatively.
"Mother, mother," Julie said softly, a small smile on her lips now. "Please, please don't be such a hypocrite. You didn't raise Kenney and me to lie, did you? Why should you start lying now?"
Barbara remained silent, watching and listening. She wanted to jump up and flee, but she couldn't. She wanted to remain and watch, listen, and she did. Her emotions were making her dizzy, but she knew-admitting it to herself-that she was more excited than she had ever been before.
"Have you ever been… have you ever done it with a girl, mother?"
Barbara didn't answer. She didn't say anything or make a movement to indicate yes or no. But Julie understood.
"I haven't, either," Julie said, her voice smoky. "I've never made love to another woman before, but many men. You didn't know that, did you mother? I've been screwed so much I should look like a pin cushion. But I like it, mother. Why should I deny it? I love it, you hear me. I love fucking."
Again there was silence, very heavy silence, between them. Julie remained with her knees drawn against her breasts, her finger caressing and stroking her pussy.
Then Julie said: "Want to make it with me, mother?"
Barbara eyes widened, and a soft moan bubbled from her. Her tongue fluttered about her lips, a nervous gesture that meant nothing to her, but told Julie a great deal.
Removing her hands from her crotch, Julie stood up. Slowly, she began moving toward her mother, her eyes burning between the long thighs. Barbara watched her daughter come close, her heart racing dangerously now. She still sat with her one leg draped over the arm of the chair, the other straight out in front of her, wide apart. She struggled to talk as Julie came close, but words seemed to stick in her throat. Julie drew close, then dropped to her knees on the carpet before her mother. When she placed her palm on Barbara's knee, the heat of it caused her mother to shiver perceptibly. Barbara drew her fingers into a tight fist, watching Julie's hand on her knee.
Julie inched her hand up, sliding along the warm smoothness of her mother's thigh, caressing the creamy flesh. Julie's fingers felt like the kiss of butterfly wings, but there was such a burning, such a pleasant sensation, Barbara began to tremble visibly.
Julie now had her hand at mid-thigh, pausing only to fondle the warm inner surface, where she knew the sensations would be greatest. With her palm flat, she caressed back and forth, bringing her other hand to the opposite thigh. They gazed into each other's eyes, Julie's bold and hungry, Barbara's now smoldering but confused.
Julie's fingers moved up the thighs, slowly and tenderly. The tips of her fingers probed at the edges of her mother's white shorts. For a tantalizing minute, Julie ran her fingertips up and down the legs of her shorts. Then, so gently it was like a breath of air, slipped the fingers of her left hand underneath the crotch of Barbara's shorts.
"No panties, mother?" Julie asked, lifting a knowing eyebrow.
Barbara licked her lips, her eyes gleaming brightly, moistly.
"You have awfully soft hair here, mother," Julie whispered. "It feels like silk, curly and smooth."
Without probing further, Julie pulled her fingers from the shorts, slid both her hands up her mother's trembling stomach, and cupped the two breasts. Barbara gasped.
Julie molded her mother's breasts, squeezing into the firm flesh ever so gently, then ran the tips of her fingers about the two rigid nipples beneath the cloth. "Your nipples are awfully hard," Julie said softly. "You're excited, mother. I can feel how excited you are."
"Julie… " Barbara managed. "Oh, Julie!"
"Don't fight, mother," Julie said, fondling the breasts. She shoved the halter up, exposing the creamy mounds and fiery pink nipples. A murmur of delight came from Julie, and she lifted herself high enough to place a moist, burning kiss on each tip.
"Julie, Julie," Barbara whimpered, still unmoving, her fist clenched, the nails cutting into her palms. "Julie, Julie, Julie… " Then, "Ohhhhhh!"
Julie had opened her moist mouth and covered one nipple, sucking at it gently, but harder with each pull. Her tongue flew about the nipples, her teeth nibbling tenderly. She sucked in as much of her mother's breast as she could, drawing outward, pulling on the nipple, only to swallow more creamy flesh and repeat the motion.
Julie sucked on each breast, spending a few minutes at each nipple, kissing and licking, making soft sounds of pleasure in her throat. As she sucked one breast, she fondled the other. One of her hands was moving up and down Barbara's thigh, feeling all over it.
Again, Barbara gasped.
Julie's hand on her thigh had traced a burning path to the smooth inner surface, and then cupped her crotch.
"Julie…
"Shhhh," Julie whispered, sucking a hard nipple. Her hand pressed into her mother's crotch firmly, insistently. "Don't talk, mother. There isn't anything you or I can do about it now."
"Ohhhh!"
The fingers of Julie's hand slipped under the tight band, and she found Barbara's inflamed clitoris. She agitated the swollen flesh, and now Barbara moved. Her hips began involuntarily to squirm. They rolled in a lewd motion beneath Julie's feeling fingers, and Julie murmured in delight at this response. She pulled her mouth from the sugary breasts and gazed into her mother's eyes hotly.
"You like it, don't you?"
Barbara nodded her head, biting at her bottom lip. "Ohhhh, God, Julie! This is insane! You… me, we are insane!"
"That's a good possibility, mother," Julie smiled, worming a finger into the hot, wet lips of her mother's cunt. "But I doubt it. We just happen to be two girls with hot blood. We like sex, and there isn't any reason for us to lie about it."
"But, Julie… " Barbara whimpered, her ass rolling about, bouncing up and down as the finger thrust back and forth, the thumb pressing on her clitoris.
"Mother," Julie said with wisdom far beyond her age, "Sex is one of the most powerful instincts the human psyche possesses. Other than hunger for food, it is the most powerful."
"Julie, we shouldn't… "
"Just listen to me, mother, then you can talk." Julie kept her finger plunging in and out of her mother's slippery twat, slowly but aggressively. "Sex isn't something you can turn off like a tap. If you deny it, you'll dry up. Any psychologist will tell you if you deny this basic need, this drive, you'll become irritable, argumentative. You'll turn into a cold, shrewish woman, always finding fault, hard to get along with. You don't want to be that way, do you?"
"But… but…
"Mother, you've got to understand the basic needs of the human animal. Sex may be just a powerful urge, but it is also a necessary urge for a person's well being. You can't suppress the desire for water when you're thirsty, nor can you survive without food. Sure, you can live without sex, but you must understand what it will do to your emotions, your inner peace of mind. Any short study of mankind and his needs will tell you sex is an important part of your body, of your mind, of your well being."
"You know so much, Julie," Barbara said softly. "So young, and so intelligent."
Julie smiled, rubbing more firmly at her mother's clitoris now.
"But," Barbara said, licking her lips again, "what about Kenney? He could come in and see, catch us."
Julie stood up, pulling her mother to her feet. "We can go to your bedroom, lock the door if you want."
Barbara trailed after her daughter, allowing herself to be pulled from the living room, down the hail, and into her bedroom. Her legs were shaking and she wasn't sure they would support her much longer. The twitching of her pussy was maddening, and she pressed her fist into her crotch hard as Julie pulled her through the door and toward the bed.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Barbara said: "I've never… I don't know what to do. I mean, how do two girls do it, Julie?"
"I don't know either, mother," Julie replied, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. Next she slid her panties down and kicked them free. "But I do know that we have to be naked. How else can we find out?"
Barbara gazed at her daughter's nakedness, her pulse racing. The fine hair covering Julie's snatch was the same color as her own, she noticed. With shaking hands, she untied the halter and dropped it, her breasts swaying enticingly with the movement. She found the zipper of her shorts, her eyes still burning on Julie. There was a soft snick, and the shorts parted, Lifting her ass a bit, she shoved them down, and stretched out on the bed, naked and trembling, waiting.
Julie smiled, caressing herself, looking down. "Now you're getting it on, mother. I'm glad to see you aren't being dishonest with yourself." She climbed onto the bed and began caressing her mother's naked body up and down, feeling the warm, smooth flesh.
"You're supposed to touch me, too," Julie urged.
"Where?"
"Anywhere you want."
Hesitatingly, Barbara lifted her hand and cupped a firm, spongy breast. She found, to her surprise, that feeling of another girl's breast was quite pleasant. She pressed her fingers into the creamy mound, watching the nipples throb. The hand dropped, crawled up Julie's right thigh, and then she boldly cuddled Julie's cunt.
"That's it!" Julie squealed, scooting her hips on the bed to make her mother's hand tight at her pussy. "Open your legs, mother!"
Barbara spread her legs wide, and Julie leaned over, peering down. "It's pretty," she murmured. "So pink, so moist, so hairy. You know, I've never seen a cunt other than my own before. I like it."
Barbara squirmed her naked ass on the bed, her finger slipping into the tight hotness of Julie's twat, working it back and forth. "I hope we're doing it right. I've never heard about two girls doing it before. Oh, I know they do, but what they do has always been a mystery to me."
"I guess we'll have to go by instinct, do whatever makes us feel good."
"What would make you feel good, honey?" Barbara asked. "Tell me so I'll do it right."
"Feeling my pussy right now feels good, mother."
Barbara, not so confused now, wiggled her ass. "Feel my pussy, darling," she urged huskily, shooting her hips upward. "Feel me… play with my cunt, Julie."
"I am," Julie murmured, using both hands at her mother's steaming crotch. She parted the lips, stroked the inner, sensitive areas, then twisted delicately at the swollen clitoris.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice!" Barbara gurgled in pleasure,-her hips rolling about as she imitated the movements on her daughter's cunt. "I like that, Julie! Ohhh, yes! Twist it for me… pinch it… pull on it! Ahhhh, that's what I like!"
Julie stretched out beside her mother, her pelvic area parallel with her mother's face, her own inches away from the hairy triangle of Barbara. She lifted one leg to expose her cunt, and shoved at, her mother's leg until she was in a similar position.
"Would you like for me to kiss it, mother?" Julie asked in a thick voice. "Would you like me to kiss your pussy?"
"Ohhhh, God!"
"Kiss mine, mother," Julie urged, shoving her cunt closer to her mother's face. "I like my cunt being kissed."
"I don't know… I've never done… "
"I haven't either, but I want to." Julie said. "Have you ever sucked a cock, mother?"
"Yes, oh God… many times!"
"I guess we do it the same way, only lick a lot more. Let's try it."
She shoved her face into her mother's crotch, her lips burning moist kisses all over the puffy lips, on the straining clitoris. As she kissed into the hairy slit, she was gratified to feel her mother's hot breath, then her lips, on her pussy. She wiggled her hips, pressing close, grinding her crotch against her mother's face. Sliding her hands over her mother's hips, she clutched at the tight cheeks of Barbara's ass, groaning in passion as her tongue darted out to taste the distended clitoris. She sucked it between her lips and tickled the tip of her tongue about the sensitive bud.
Barbara, following the lead, clasped her daughter's hips, only she pulled and tugged until Julie was astraddle of her face, her knees on each side of her face. She cupped the fine, smooth textured ass-cheeks, and shoved her mouth hard into the dripping slit, tonguing and sucking furiously, her mind blazing at the perversity of lesbian incest.
Her tongue shot in between the slippery lips of Julie's cunt, licking and probing furiously, tasting and sucking. Barbara didn't care now that it was her daughter atop her face, she was too involved in the most exquisite sensations she had felt in ages.
Julie wiggled her ass down against her mother's face, her own lips and tongue driving relentlessly against Barbara's pussy. Every bit of her sexual personality was in play now, every erotic part of her brain and body was in motion. She rammed her tongue into and out of her mother's wet pussy, holding it stiff, then ran the flat surface around the clitoris and hairy lips, stroking and tasting. She had both hands clutching each cheek of Barbara's ass, digging into them and lifting, trying to devour the steaming cunt.
"Mmmmmmm," she mumbled. "Ohhhmmmmmm!"
"Ahhmmmm," Barbara replied, tonguing about Julie's swollen clitoris, holding the naked, twisting ass tightly in her hands.
They twisted and squirmed about the bed, their movements faster. Each girl was sucking and slurping furiously now, both unable to keep it slow. They banged their hips up and down, rubbed and twisted, slamming cunts hard against sucking lips and licking tongues. They were breathing harshly, steaming breath burning against steaming flesh. Julie was twisting and turning so swiftly, Barbara found her tongue swiping periodically at the tiny pucker of her asshole, but she didn't mind. A few times she thought she felt Julie's tongue against her asshole, but she couldn't be sure. The only thing she was certain of was that hot, eager tongue which seemed everywhere between her thighs at once. Barbara banged her hips up and down, making short, tight circles into Julie's face, feeling the rumbling ecstasy of her orgasm bubbling up. As the fantastic pleasure grew and swelled inside her body, she applied vigorous action with her tongue, trying to do exactly what Julie was doing to her.
"Hmmmm… Ahhhmmmm… Oooommmmm!" Julie gurgled.
"Ahh… Oooommm… Glmmmmm!" Barbara slurped.
Julie also felt her climax boiling away. She lifted and lowered her pussy powerfully into her mother's sucking, licking mouth, writhing hard, sliding her cunt and ass back and forth. Her hands clawed at the creamy cheeks of her mother's ass, lifting and pressing her face against the dripping twat with mindless lust.
Barbara's hands raced over Julie's smooth asscheeks, touching and probing them, her tongue flying in and out of the hair-lined snatch, then sucking hard on the elongated clitoris.
Both girls were shaking violently, animal-like sounds coming from their sucking mouths as the ecstasy gripped them. Instinctively, they did the right things to one another, doing what they liked themselves, knowing the other would like it. Tongues whipped, and lashed furiously, lips sucked and nibbled passionately. They rocked and twisted and squirmed and writhed, moaning, the sounds higher and higher until both were keening shrilly, both climbing the peak, about to soar into the heavens.
Barbara was the first to shudder into orgasm. She gave a long, muffled wail as it struck, shot her crotch hard into Julie's mouth, and came so powerfully she felt shattered.
Julie, her tongue deep up her mother's cunt, felt the lips contract, and quickly pulled it free and began to suck hard at the clitoris, drawing Barbara's orgasm out. As she tongued and sucked her mother's clitoris, her own orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. She squealed into her mother's crotch and hard into her face, coming like a roaring volcano.
Julie fell away, sprawled at her mother's side, exhausted, eyes closed and gasping hard. Her breasts rose and fell, her legs wide, pussy pulsating in the warm glow. Barbara struggled for air, her thighs tight, trying to retain the deep sensations that seemed to still flow there. Her eyes, too, were pressed shut, and tears of gratification seeped from them.
After a long time, Barbara stirred. She sat up and looked down at her daughter, a soft smile on her face. Julie smiled warmly back at her.
"Did we do it right, Julie?" Barbara asked.
"Wow! I don't know if we did or not, but it sent me into orbit, mother!" Julie enthused. "One thing I learned; I loved it!"
"Me, too," Barbara confessed, then a slight frown creased her forehead. "The only thing is, I don't want to be a lesbian. I like men, I've always liked men."
"This doesn't make you a lesbian, mother," Julie laughed. "What the hell, so we sucked each other's pussy? I know I'm not a cunt licker, so you aren't either."
"I'm not so sure," Barbara said.
"Wasn't it good?"
"Of course it was, darling," Barbara smiled.
"Then let's don't worry about it, mother. I mean, what the hell, we had a lot of fun, didn't we? That don't mean we're going to start eating every fucking cunt we see! This is only something to do when we don't have a nice, hard cock around."
Barbara grinned suddenly. "You had one last night, didn't you?"
Julie grinned. "Boy, did I! That brother of mine is pretty good at screwing a girl, even if it was his first piece of ass."
"You mean you've never done that with him before?"
"Of course not," Julie said. "That was the first time."
Barbara smiled broadly. "I'll bet it won't be there last, though."
"You can bet your ass on that, mother," Julie giggled, hugging herself. "And you can bet your ass this isn't going to be the last time I suck that pretty pussy of yours, either."
"We'll have to be careful," Barbara said. "We can't let Kenney find out about this. My God, he'd probably hate us-me, anyway-forever."
Julie laughed. "We'll be careful, mother."