On Monday morning both men had to leave early, Bill for school and Ken off to work, so that by the time Gwen awoke and shuffled downstairs, only she and her mother were left in the house.
"Gwen honey, are you okay?" Carol inquired as her daughter flopped listlessly down on a chair in the kitchen, staring with reddened eyes into the steaming coffee cup her mother had set before her.
Gwen had spent most of the night split between tossing restlessly and crying. When Bill had crawled into bed with her, his insatiable young cock hard and eager for her body, Gwen had tried to respond but it had been no good. She had confessed to him tearfully about her bungled experience with their father that day, and her fears that because of it she may have pushed him away from her forever. Her father had not spoken a single word to her that entire evening, but she'd seen him polish off quite a few drinks as he stared unseeingly at the television.
All through her tearful confession Bill had held her lightly to him while she sobbed on his shoulder. He didn't mention his own lusty episode with their mother, figuring that his own success would only make Gwen's situation seem all the more hopeless to her. And neither had he been able to come up with any kind of helpful solution to her worries. Gwen's sobs had finally slowed, her trembling body stilled, and with a light kiss on her forehead Bill returned to his own bed.
An hour later he came groggily out of a deep sleep when he felt the mattress creak beside him, and felt her hands stroking his body, her own warm form snuggling in close to him.
"I'm sorry I stopped you at first, Billy," she had whispered, kissing him with the more-than-sisterly passion she had shown the first night.
"You've been so good to me, and I love you so much. Please make love to me, little brother – help me forget about Daddy!"
They fucked for almost an hour, Bill starting out slowly and gently with much stroking and whispers, and then building her arousal with his tireless mouth working on her juicy twat. Finally ending with him almost violently fucking his sister doggie-fashion, Gwen gasping with pleasure at his every deeply-penetrating thrust, finally losing herself in a world of pure physical pleasure.
But that morning she awoke in tears again, still thinking of her failure with her father, and fears of having lost him for all time, not simply as the lover she had dreamed of, but even now as her father.
"Let's go shopping, honey," Carol said. "We've got the whole day to ourselves, and I've been wanting to get out of the house – your being here is my perfect excuse!"
Although still feeling depressed, Gwen agreed to join her mother, hoping that a day of shopping would serve to take her mind off her father just as, in a definitely different way, her frenzied fucking with Bill had helped her that previous night.
But she found that strangely her mother was no help in that regard – if anything, she was making matters worse, for somehow as they traveled around from store to store and mail to mall, Carol always managed to work their conversation back to sex and the men in Gwen's life.
"I've never heard you talking so openly about sex before, Mom," Gwen finally said as they strolled through a local neighborhood mall. "Why this sudden interest in my sex life?"
"We're both a little older and wiser, Gwen honey. You know I never talked with you very much about sex and men when you were growing up.
But the times are changing." She suddenly stopped and grabbed Gwen's arm, pointing to the shop they were just passing. "Here, see, a perfect example!"
They had come upon a small Frederick's of Hollywood lingerie shop, the windows filled with exquisitely constructed mannequins dressed in the frilliest and most diaphanous of gowns and dresses.
Carol laughed and glanced about the crowded mall with people of all ages wandering about, shopping. "Here we are in a public mall and they're showing things in this window that could only be ordered from the backs of magazines some years ago." She stepped behind Gwen and placed her hands on her shoulders, guiding her into the store. "Let's see what they've got!"
Laughing happily, Carol steered Gwen around the shop, looking over the array of tantalizing clothing, gauzy nightgowns and frilly underwear.
They both giggled at Gwen's observation that the price of the garments seemed to go up in proportion to the smaller the amount of material in an outfit.
"Let's try some of these on," Carol said, pulling a baby-doll gown off the rack and holding it up in front of Gwen.
"Oh, Mom, I don't need anything – besides, I don't wear anything when I go to bed anyway!"
Carol raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "Indeed? My little girl sleeps in the nude? You really haven't told me anything about your love life, but every woman should have some kind of frilly bit of nothing to wear at night for her special man."
Selecting a long flowing gown of gauzy black silk for herself, Carol asked the young salesgirl where they could try on the outfits. Gwen complained again but only half-heartedly, enjoying herself, her mother's playful mood lifting her from the gloomy clouds she'd started the day in. And she found she was curious to feel what it would be like to dress up in a sexy outfit her mother had selected for her.
They followed the salesgirl through a beaded curtain doorway into a small room behind the sales counter. A square waiting room with several chairs and small sofas, it was lined on three sides by a number of small doors, each leading into a separate dressing room. The fourth end of the small room was one single large floor-to-ceiling mirror.
"With the kind of outfits we sell here you can't put them on and then walk out into the store to look at them, so you can use this small waiting room to move around in after you change," the pretty young salesgirl said.
"You can use this room, ma'am," she said, directing Carol to one of the doors. Carol winked at her daughter over the girl's shoulder. Gwen grinned and stuck out her tongue, and both women laughed.
At the next door down, the girl opened it but stood in the doorway to hold it open. "You can use this one to change in, sweetie," she said to Gwen.
Gwen had to squeeze past the girl to enter the small cubicle, and she could feel the girl's warm breath on the back of her neck as she passed.
"If you need any help, just let me know." Gwen turned to say thanks, and as the salesgirl closed the door she licked her lips seductively and added, "Anything at all now, honey."
Gwen slipped out of her clothing, feeling wickedly naughty as she stood totally nude in the small cubicle for a moment before starting to slip into the wisps of material that made up the baby-doll outfit.
The top was a sleeveless blouse of sheer black silk, the bottom coming to an end just at her rolling hips. A single small clasp at the front held it together just beneath her breasts, and as the tightly stretched fabric slipped and slithered over her abundant tits, the delicious friction of her nipples had them standing up hard and aroused, poking boldly through the thin silk. The material molded like a second skin to the beautiful globes of her breasts, showing off much more than it was concealing.
The panties proved to be more difficult. She slipped the cool fabric slowly up her long shapely legs, the silken touch raising goosebumps of sensual pleasure. She was starting to think her mother was right, this was even better than being nude! A small triangle of the same sheer black silk fit snugly into her crotch, cupping her pussy mound and molding itself to her crack just as it had to her tits. Gwen suddenly wondered if this particular outfit had ever been tried on before, if it had snuggled up so lovingly to any other females, caressing their cunt lips with its cool slickness. The thought sent an erotic shiver up her spine, and she pulled up on the sides, not much more than strings, higher on her hips to nestle her burning twat tighter into the smooth silk. But try as she might, she couldn't get the panties to sit comfortably on her well-rounded buttocks, the material in the rear bunching up in her crack whenever she moved.
A soft knocking at the door of the dressing stall made her look up.
"Gwen honey, are you dressed yet?" her mother asked from outside the door.
"Just about, Mom," she said, returning to her efforts to twist the uncooperative panties into place. The constant tugging and pulling of the tightly stretched fabric over the lips of her twat was starting to turn her on. "Everything fits fine except for the panties. I think they may have put the wrong size in with the top."
"Open the door and let me see if I can help," Carol offered from outside.
Gwen undid the latch and stepped back in the tiny dressing stall to let the door swing inward. When her mother walked in, Gwen thought for sure her eyes would pop out of her head at the sight. She'd never seen her mother look so beautiful, or so sexy.
The gauzy black floor-length gown flowed about Carol's voluptuous body like a shifting dark mist, both totally revealing and yet teasingly concealing. The neckline scooped low, and a subtle use of elastic at the bodice brought Carol's huge tits up and pressed together, forming two ripe, perfect globes of flesh. Her flushed, smooth skin showed up brightly against the shimmering black of the gown, and held together formed an incredibly deep erotic cleavage. Gwen realized with a start that her mouth was literally watering at the view of her mother's magnificent tits presented so erotically, the twin fat nipples etched boldly in the black silk.
It was an even greater shock when, stepping farther back to give her mother room to enter, that Gwen felt her cunt juices start to dribble down the inside of her thigh. She was hot!
Carol shut the door behind her and replaced the latch, then turned to her daughter. Her own body cried out to her just as Gwen's was as she ran her eyes over her daughter's lush body clad in the barest of coverings. She watched with fascination as Gwen's young, full breasts bounced up and down with the young beauty's quickening breath.
Mother and daughter looked up at one another, eyes locking. Carol felt a tremor of sexual tension shoot up her back, then tried to keep her voice steady when she spoke.
"You said you were having trouble, honey?" she managed to ask, her voice hoarse with passion.
"It's these panties, they just don't fit right," Gwen grimaced as she tugged at the tiny strip of silk cloth, trying to settle it comfortably over her lush rounded buttocks. This sudden arousal she felt at the sight and closeness of her own mother had her confused, and she kept her eyes lowered, concentrating on the garment.
"Turn around," Carol said, studying the way the tiny panties fit. "No wonder, you're trying to spread them too far." Carol felt yet another tremor as she feasted on the sight of her daughter's gorgeous thrusting buttocks, firm and proud globes of woman-flesh.
"What do you mean?" Gwen asked, turning back to face her. Again she felt almost uncomfortably aware of her mother's nearly nude body in the small room, aware of the scent of her body. And then with a start, she realized what that scent was – arousal!
Carol continued, fighting for control, "I've seen these before; they're meant to fit your rear like one of those 'lift and separate' type bras."
Gwen screwed her face up in a laughing frown. "A bra for your butt?"
"Almost!" her mother laughed. "You've got to let it slip between your cheeks to pull them up. I told you these were very sexy nighties!"
Moving forward she put her arms around Gwen's waist. "Here, let me help you with it, honey."
Their faces were only a scant few inches away from each other now, and Gwen found she was holding her breath as she felt her mother's cool hands slide down over her hips and gently move across her trembling asscheeks, smoothing out the scanty panties and tucking them into her moist crack.
Carol grinned at her daughter and lightly cupped a thrusting ass cheek in each hand. "Just like a pair of tits," she tenderly whispered, not moving her hands away, but leaning in even closer to the girl.
Gwen looked deep into her mother's sparkling eyes, saw her red lips open slightly, and could feel her fingers digging slightly into the warm flesh of her behind. The scent of her lightly perfumed body, the warmth of her touch, all were too much for the girl. As her mother leaned in even closer, their breasts brushed over each other's, and Gwen's nipples shot out like twin bullets, fully aroused. She moved her head forward, then quickly closed her eyes and pressed her mouth lightly to her mother's.
Carol closed her own eyes, tightening her grip on her daughter's firm ass as she returned the first hesitant kiss. For a moment they held it, their lips only pressed together gently. Then Gwen pulled back her head.
"Mom…" she began, her voice barely a whisper, her moist lips only an inch from her mother's. "I… I don't know…"
"It's all right, baby," Carol cooed gently, kissing Gwen on the tip of her nose. She pulled her hands in slightly, pressing their groins together, and saw a little tremble pass over her daughter's gorgeous face. "Go with the feelings, Gwen."
Again their lips came together, but this time Carol opened her mouth and kissed her daughter voraciously, thrusting her tongue into the young girl's mouth. With a moan of unreleased passion, Gwen put her arms around her mother's shoulders and returned the hungry kiss, opening her mouth wide. Sighing and gasping, the two women sucked and licked at each other, while pressing their fabulous bodies tightly together.
"Oh Gwen, Gwen…" Carol sighed as she moved her mouth away from her young daughter's mouth to trail her lips down her neck. "You're such a beautiful young lady…"
Gwen shut her eyes and let her head fall back as her mother's lips worked at the silky flesh of her throat, raising goosebumps all over her flesh. She felt like she was caught up in the ultimate erotic dream. She had come home determined to seduce her father, but seemed to have bungled that completely, and now she was ending up making love with both her brother and her mother! It was all too strange to think about, especially with her mother's hot lips and tongue moving over her flesh.
Now that she had finally made the first big move, Carol could barely contain her passions. She quickly shrugged off her own negligee, bumping into the walls of the tiny dressing stall as she struggled to free her body completely.
Gwen stared as though in a trance at her mother's huge, heaving tits bouncing so close to her, and her mouth watered at those giant melons.
She knew she had to hold them, taste them. She'd never thought of a woman as a sexual partner before, but suddenly it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be seduced by her own mother.
Carol meanwhile was now reaching out for Gwen, stripping off her babydoll nightie, and in her eagerness to remove the tight-fitting g-string panties had torn the thin side-straps. "Going to have to buy these after all," she giggled under her breath as she let the ripped garment fall to the floor. She ran her hands all over her daughter's trembling body, exploring the young flesh, cupping both firm, out-thrusting, youthful tits and squeezing, bringing a moan of pleasure from Gwen.
"Oh, God, Mom…" Gwen moaned, and threw her arms around her mother.
The feel of her own breasts mashing into her mother's huge tit mounds sent more tremors through her, and then Carol pressed her hips forward, and their furry cunts were grinding slowly and sensuously together.
Carol grinned as she felt the warm, wet juices flowing down from her daughter's twat, mingling with her own as they bumped their snatches together. She sought her daughter's pouting mouth again with a passionate kiss, and Gwen returned it eagerly, darting her tongue into her mother's hot oral cavern.
For a long time they stood clutching at each other in the tight stall, breathing heavily and making little sighs and moans around each other's sucking lips, while grinding their bodies together, straining to make as much contact of hot flesh to hot flesh as humanly possible. Their boobs mashed and heaved around one another, the nipples locking in an erotic fencing match, and their groins twisting and mashing together.
Gwen lifted up one long leg and threw it around her mother's driving hips, bringing their dripping twats into even closer contact.
"I've got to taste you, baby!" Carol gasped as she broke their kiss with a wet smack. Gwen's eyes were bright with arousal as she realized what her mother wanted. She's going to eat my pussy! My own mother wants to go down on me!
There was barely room to move in the tiny room, and as Gwen moved back, her knees hit the small stool set against the wall, and she fell backwards with a thud into the wall. This position caused her legs to spread so that she could keep her balance, while thrusting her hips up and out as her back and shoulders leaned against the wall.
Her mother licked her lips and dived downward onto Gwen's body, her mouth latching onto the young girl's tits, sucking like a sex maniac at the hard nubbins of her nipples.
"Oh, so good, so gooodddd…" Gwen hissed through clenched teeth as her mother sucked and drooled on her tits, her hands squeezing the firm young flesh, pressing the mounds together as she licked the hot skin.
Carol was in seventh heaven as she feasted on her beautiful daughter's body. Her firm, unblemished bosom tasted slightly salty from the thin sheen of sex-sweat that had broken out on the aroused girl. It was a taste Carol loved almost as much as that of cock or pussy!
With a grin, she dropped to her knees, heading for her ultimate goal of Gwen's warm, juicy twat. On her knees with her own back to the wall, her feet cramped up under her, Carol's daughter's pungent cunt was only inches from her panting mouth. She put her hands on Gwen's hips, then leaned forward and sucked in a mouthful of her dripping labia.
"Oh MOM!" Gwen cried out in passion as her mother sucked frantically on her hot cunt. She was doing it, actually eating out her twat! The thought that it was her own mother's talented tongue and mouth lapping at her twat was almost as big of a turn-on as what she was doing.
Carol hummed and slobbered happily at her female offspring's fragrant pussy, lashing the inflamed sex slit with her wet tongue, then digging it deep inside the hot hole to lap up Gwen's juicy sexual ooze. Gwen found herself heaving and tossing her hips forward into her beautiful mother's face, mashing her cunt hard to her demanding mouth. She raised her hands and gripped her mother's head, holding her tightly to her groin.
Rolling her head back and forth against the wall, she could only moan and groan in undisguised joy as her mother munched on her twat with all the gusto and skill of a real muff-lover. No man had ever been able to bring her to such a peak so quickly with his mouth.
Gwen could feel the delicious spasms starting that signaled a surging orgasm on the way, and she spread her legs wider apart, now humping her hips back and forth, fucking herself onto her mother's tireless tongue.
"MMmmmmm, Gwen, mmmumph… good…" Carol's muffled voice sounded from her daughter's cunt. She lapped hungrily at the young woman-flesh, slurping up the girl's hot creams, sucking on her inflamed clit, lashing it with the tip of her tongue, then dropping back down to slide her lips all over the flushed twat lips in a soulful lesbian kiss.
There was a sudden sharp rapping on the door behind them, and both women froze in sudden panic. Gwen's eyes opened wide and fell on the door latch, which hung unhooked. She suddenly felt as though her heart was going to break out of her chest as it sped up in panic.
"Excuse me, Miss?" came a muffled voice from outside the dressing room.
"Are you all right in there? I thought I heard a thud."
Carol raised her head to look up at her daughter, who was staring down at her in panic. Carol could see her chest heaving, the girl's full breasts bouncing up and down above her in her alarm.
Quickly rising to her feet she put one hand over Gwen's mouth and moved her own wet lips next to her daughter's ear.
"Don't panic, baby," she whispered. "They don't know I'm in here. Tell her you dropped your purse."
Gwen's eyes were still wide with fear as she stared at her mother, but she shook her head in acknowledgment. Carol took away her hand and the young girl took a quick gulp of air, trying to halt the hammering of her heart, sure it must be audible throughout the entire store.
"I…" she squeaked out, then coughed and continued in a normal, although slightly hoarse, voice. "I'm fine, thanks. I… I just dropped my purse."
There were a few seconds of silence, with both Gwen and Carol literally holding their breath, and then the voice outside replied, "All right, Miss. Hope I didn't bother you."
Mother and daughter remained pressed together noiselessly, listening to the salesgirl's muffled footfalls moving away. When they could no longer hear them, Gwen reached up and collapsed into her mother's arms with a loud gasp.
"Jesus!" she sighed, her head on the woman's shoulders. "I thought that was it for sure!" With her panic subsiding, she was again becoming aware of her mother's naked body, pressed so tightly to hers. She had fallen away from her orgasmic peak and now felt frustrated and incredibly horny. She grinned to herself as she recalled the blatant come-on the salesgirl had made earlier. Gwen had been shocked then, but now here she was getting it on with her own mother!
"We can't move in here, baby," Carol whispered in her ear, letting one hand stroke down her daughter's back and slip into the caress of her ass crack. Gwen shivered with pleasure at the light touch.
"Hurry up and get dressed and let's get back home," Carol suggested.
She lifted Gwen's head off her shoulder and held her face between both hands, staring into her daughter's eyes. "I've got a lot of things to show you, baby… things you've never dreamed of!"
Both mother and daughter mashed their mouths together again in a long, sucking, frenzied kiss. Gwen's heart was still racing, but from arousal now rather than fear.
Carol quickly gathered up her own gown and tugged it on. Then, with a light touch of her palm to Gwen's cheek, she smiled and slipped out of the stall to return to her own dressing stall.
Gwen stood staring at the closed door for a moment after her mother had left, then slowly sank down into the stall, her mind in a whirl.
My mother! I've just made it with my own mother! She had never even thought about lesbian sex before, and here she was, not only making it with another woman, and not only making it with her mother – but she was eagerly looking forward to getting back home to privacy to continue this incestuous Sapphic match! She wanted to taste her mother's body just as Carol had feasted on her own. She glanced toward the mirror at herself, and saw a creature of pure animal passion looking back.
Her lithe body, even collapsed onto the stool, radiated sexuality, her whole body flushed with passion. Her beautiful blonde hair was in wild disarray, while the smaller pelt of blonde curls at her groin glimmered moistly, framing her bright-pink fully aroused cunt.
But it was her eyes that really gave her away. Looking into their bright-blue depths she saw only the need and want of sex, sex and more sex. Gwen now realized that she had been born to make love, to use her body as a real instrument of pleasure. She wasn't going to give up on her father – she knew now that she'd never be satisfied until she had him just as she had had all the other men in her life.
And women, she laughed inwardly, slipping one hand down to stroke her juicy cunt lips. After a little shiver of pleasure passed over her, she stood up and quickly began slipping back into her own clothing.