Gloria Mitchell isn't a swapper – at least she doesn't indulge in sexual intercourse personally.
Gloria is an attractive woman in her mid-thirties, divorced with two young children. The girl, thirteen, is a lovely blonde girl with flirting manners and a flashing, mischievous smile. Sharon, even at that tender age, is quite aware of her seductiveness and will go out of her way to tempt a male, young and old. Her huge blue eyes look out at the world in a confusion of innocence and worldly womanliness.
Her brother, Stan, is two years older. His main interest is in baseball, and at the present time is captain of his team in the local school he attends. The Mitchell family is typical of the next door neighbors in the way they live and play. A small inheritance enables them to live comfortably with financial problems. From the outside, mother and children do not give the impression of being erotically motivated, but each have a sensual nature buried deeply their individual personalities which keeps them in a constant state of sexual arousal. As mentioned, Gloria Mitchell does not indulge in sexual activities personally – she is a voyeur!
Sharon and Stan, becoming aware of the sensual blood that boiled in their young veins, seemed to come together naturally. Unknown to Gloria, her two lovely children had been playing "house" for many years before she discovered them.
"I can, too!" shouted Sharon.
"You can not!" replied her brother.
Gloria, finishing up the dinner dishes, heard the two youngsters arguing in the large yard at the rear of the house. Glancing out the window, she saw her children standing near the garage, almost nose to nose. She smiled fondly, knowing they were always arguing about something.
It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was getting ready to retire its great red ball of heat for the night. Still, there was light enough for her to see her daughter – dressed in skin tight jeans and an old shirt – take a roundhouse swing of her small fist at Stan.
"You missed!" Stan taunted his sister, stepping back from her as she glared at him with angry eyes. She stood with her fists on hips, legs spread defiantly. Gloria, watching them, realized the thirteen year old girl was becoming quite the young lady – and pretty, too. She had long, ever so long legs, and her hips were beginning to swell outward in womanly curves. She had not noticed it before, but now she saw the pert points of the young girl's breasts straining against the thin fabric of the old shirt.
"I can still do it!" Sharon screamed at him. "I can I can… lean!"
"Okay," Stan said, sneering at her. "But you have to show me."
"All right, smarty! I will!"
Gloria, wondering what the argument was about this time, saw her two children enter the garage through the side door. Curious, she dried her hands and stepped out into the cooling evening. She saw a light come on in the garage and her curiosity became stronger. Walking to the side of the separated building, Gloria stopped at the window. Peering into the cluttered garage, she saw Stan and Sharon standing in the center of the cement floor. A chalk line had been drawn on the floor in front of them, and Gloria found herself facing the children. If the argument they were having had not been so intense, or if either one of them looked up, they would have seen their mother staring at them with questioning eyes.
"Okay, Sis," Stan said. "There's the line. Now remember, you don't get the dollar if I can piss farther than you."
"I'll get it, Stan," Sharon said. "Don't you worry about that."
"And no fair laying down," Stan grinned. "You have to do it standing up… like me."
"Okay," Sharon agreed. "You go first."
Gloria's ears burned with what she had heard. She had not realized her children used words like that. She watched her son pull the zipper of his pants down and pull out a long and limp penis. Her breath caught in her throat, and her first instinct was to rush into the garage and severely punish the two. But, to her surprise, she could not move. She was frozen to the spot, her eyes wide and staring at the penis of her son as he held it in his fingers. A rippling sensation bubbled inside her body, seeming to settle in her lower stomach, near her pelvis. Gloria had felt this almost identical feeling only during intercourse, and now she was ashamed of it. Not because it was there, but because of the cause – seeing her son's penis!
"Well," Sharon said, watching her brother finger the long organ. "What are you waiting for? Go ahead start pissing!"
As if on command, Stan began to urinate. The yellow stream of fluid shot out over the cement floor, spurting a few inches across the chalk line. He arched his hips forward in an attempt to make the stream reach further out, his face screwing up as he tried to apply more pressure on his emptying bladder. As his mother watched, the yellow stream diminished and dripped a few times. Stan shook the organ, then replaced it inside his pants. "Okay, smart-ass," he said. "See if you can do better than that."
To her horror, Gloria saw her young daughter unhesitatingly unbutton the fly of her tight jeans, then slip them down her smooth thighs. Sharon's fingers slid into the waist band of her, panties and those rolled down to her half-masted jeans. A slight triangle of shadowy pubic hair concealed her pink vaginal lips, and as she stared, still frozen to the spot, yet tingling with growing excitement, Gloria watched her little daughter spread the hair-lined lips of her orifice with one hand. The other came down to sandwich the fingers between the pink folds of flesh. Jutting her hips forward the way her brother had done, Sharon suddenly let fly a stream of yellow-white urine. The trickle grew in force until it was arching toward the chalk line, her pretty face contorted as she strained to force the liquid out with great pressure on her bladder.
The stream of urine splattered on the chalk line for a few moments, then with a grunt of effort, Sharon shot it twelve inches past the line. She shouted in glee. "See! I told you! I told you!" she turned her head triumphantly toward her brother, who was watching the yellow stream cascade past his own mark. "I can piss farther than you… I can… I can…"
Gloria's senses returned as Sharon replaced her panties and jeans. Shaking in uncontrollable emotions, she rushed back to the house, all thoughts of punishing the two children gone from her mind. She could not understand the erotic thrill she had received from watching a childish game, yet she could not deny she was sexually aroused.
An hour later, Sharon and Stan came inside, punching and wrestling at each other. Gloria watched them for a moment, love in her eyes for the healthy beauty of her energetic off-spring. Then, she found herself gazing intently at the clothed groins of her daughter and son as they rough-housed about the room. Under normal circumstances, she would have called a halt to their antics, but not now. Dismissing her earlier feelings of horror, she now gazed intently as they wrestled about on the floor, laughing and squealing in delighted happiness of youth.
With flailing arms and legs, the sister and brother became entangled with Sharon on top of him, her head facing his feet. Stan raised his legs and clasped her head between them, her face very close to his buttocks. In retaliation, Sharon slapped her crotch down hard against his face and wrapped her own thighs tightly around his head. Stan's face was buried against the jeans-covered junction of her slender thighs, and he was struggling for breath.
Gloria's own breath came in swift gasps as she watched the position the two had gotten themselves into. From the dark recesses of her mind, remembrance of times past floated into consciousness. She had been in that very same position a number of times with her husband – only she had been sucking on his penis while he licked and nibbled at her genitals. Once more the tingling of sensual pleasure boiled deep inside her belly, flowing in lava-like particles of sexcharged emotions toward her vagina. She felt herself becoming moist down there, and involuntarily her thighs pressed tightly together. A groan came from deep in her throat as the pressure caused her clitoris to throb deliciously. Unknown to her, she was writhing her buttocks on the cushions of the couch as she watched the two teenagers.
Suddenly a howl of pain erupted from Sharon. Stan relaxed his thighs around her head and she pulled herself free, sitting on the floor with legs spread wide. She ran a small hand across the inner surface of her thigh and looked accusingly at her brother. "That's no fair, Stan. You bit me!"
"I couldn't breath," he answered, grinning. "Besides, I didn't hurt you all that bad."
"You did!" she pouted, rubbing her thigh high up near her crotch. "I'm not going to wrestle with you any more."
Gloria became aware of herself now, and fighting down the intense feeling of impending orgasm in her genitals, she said, "That's enough, you two," she realized her voice was trembling and tried to control it. "Time for bed."
"Bed?" Sharon said, her eyes blazing with anger. "It is not, Mother. It's only eight o'clock."
"By the time you get your bath over, it will be time for bed." Gloria insisted firmly. "Besides, you two have been terribly rowdy tonight."
"Aw, gee whiz," Sharon pouted, getting to her feet, still rubbing at the spot where her brother had bitten her.
"That's enough, Sharon," Gloria said, her eyes moving down the slim body of the youthful girl to watch her rub. "Did Stan bite you very hard?"
"Yes," Sharon replied, glaring at her brother. "He bit me so hard, it still hurts."
"You should be ashamed of yourself, Stan," Gloria chided her son. "Now, both of you… git!"
Still pouting, Sharon entered the hall bathroom and started the water for her bath. As it ran into the tub, she removed her clothing. Naked now, she sat on the commode, waiting for her bath to fill and examined the teeth imprints on her inner thigh. A light knock on the door came to her as she rubbed the spot tenderly. "Yes?" She called out.
"It's Mother, dear," Gloria said softly. "I want to see where Stan bit you. It could be serious."
"Aw, it's not so bad, Mother," Sharon said, but she unlocked the door and allowed her mother to enter the steam-filled bathroom. "He didn't bite me very hard."
Gloria stared at her naked daughter, and immediately her knees grew weak as the intense feeling of impending orgasm swept over her once again. The pert breasts swelled out in a slope, erect pink nipples standing in firm invitation, then tucked under lusciously. The narrow, flat waist and stomach flared out into the beginning roundness of full womanhood and Sharon's long thighs appeared so creamy smooth, they were downright obscene. Two small strips of white skin gave evidence of her golden tan. A thickening bush of pubic hair curled in soft ringlets about the pink lips of her little girl vagina. The image of this beautiful girl arching her pelvis forward and urinating burned into Gloria's mind like a branding iron. She stifled a moan of growing lust and pressed her hand hard into her stomach.
"Are you sick, Mother?" Sharon asked, concern in her voice. She had never seen the weird expression on her mother's face before, and not understanding it, she reached out to hold her mother's arm.
"No… no…" Gloria said, trying hard to control the tremor in her voice. "I'm all right. Now, let me see where Stan bit you."
Sharon twisted her right thigh outward, bending the knee and jutting her pubic mound forward. She pointed to the faint teeth marks on the smooth inner surface of her thigh.
Gloria knelt down and peered at the marks, seeing they were only an inch from her daughter's genitals. She looked at the teeth marks only for a very short moment. What she wanted to see was the delightful moistness of the luscious vagina hidden between her daughter's thighs. And this she gazed at for a very long time as Sharon stood in the awkward position.
Finally she stood up, knowing that if she didn't leave – and soon – she would experience a climax simply from looking at this lovely hair-lined feast. "It isn't bad at that, is it?" she said in a quaking tone. "Still, he shouldn't have bitten you." She stared down at her daughter, then without realizing she was saying it, she blurted, "Sharon, you just march right in there and bite him back!"
"You mean…?"
"Yes," Gloria said, knowing she could not back out now without making it sound stupid. "Do just what he did to you."
Forgetting her bath, Sharon threw on her terry cloth robe and smiling happily, went directly to her brother's room. Without knocking on his door, she threw it open and rushed in.
"Hey!" Stan shouted in surprise. He had been stripped almost naked, standing in his shorts. He looked up to see his sister glaring at him. "What do you want, Sharon? You better get to your room before Mother finds you in here."
"She told me to come here, smarty," Sharon taunted. "And she told me to bite you the way you did me."
"Oh no, you aren't going to bite me!" He threw up his hands in an exaggerated motion, backing away with mock fear in his face.
Sharon stalked him, cornering her brother between a chest of drawers and the wall. Laughing gayly, she reached for him and grabbed his arm. Pulling it toward her, she attempted to sink her teeth into the flesh. Stan squirmed away, dancing about the room like a shadow boxer. "Come on," he teased, jabbing with his fist in her direction. "Come on, chicken!"
Sharon rushed him, and the two children fell areola, the bed in a mass of tangled legs and arms. Hearing the gleeful antics, Gloria went to the still open doorway of her son's bedroom and looked in at them. Sharon and Stan were tossing each other about the bed, laughing and giggling as they tickled each other. The terry cloth robe Sharon was wearing twisted high about her hips, and Gloria saw the open crotch of her daughter as she fell toward the foot of the bed. Unconcerned as to her exposure, Sharon quickly jumped across her brother's body and straddled him with her thighs. She pinioned his arms and giggled down into his face. "Holler uncle!" she said.
Sharon's buttocks were planted firmly on his heaving stomach, and Gloria was amazed to see her son's penis jutting up from the wide open fly of his shorts. The organ was swollen into full hardness, the head smooth and pink-red in color. Immediate thrills of passion shot through her, causing her body to tremble violently as she stood in the doorway. Reaching out to catch herself before she fell, she stared with hot, hungry eyes at the throbbing instrument obscenely cleaving the air.
Apparently aware of his erection, Sharon reached a hand back and grasped it tightly in her fingers. She twisted it cruelly, demanding he holler uncle again.
"Screw you, Sis!" Stan hissed up into her face.
"Now that's better than uncle," Sharon said gleefully, hunching her buttocks back and forth on his stomach. "Let's do it, Stan. Let's fuck."
"You're crazy!" he snapped. "With Mother still up?"
"She told me to come in here."
"Maybe so… but she sure didn't tell you to fuck me, did she?"
Sharon giggled cutely. "No, not that. But since I'm here… well, I'm sort of hot, Stan."
"Then go jerk off," he snorted, arching his body in an attempt to throw her from him. "I'm not about to fuck you… not until Mother's asleep, anyway."
The lewd words seemed to grow in her mind as she stood there, and feeling as if they were a call to her boiling passions, Gloria stepped into the room and walked dazedly toward the bed where her two children struggled. She looked down at them for a moment, then she reached out to touch her daughter's arm. She seethed detached from her body, as if her mind was outside it, controlling her actions by remote buttons.
Sharon's head twisted about in fright, and she found herself staring up into the strange eyes of her mother. Quickly, she pulled her hand from the still erect organ of her brother, jumping from him in shame. Her robe parted momentarily, exposing her curly pubic hair. Her fingers fumbled to cover herself as she flushed with embarrassment.
Stan's eyes filled with fear as he found his mother looking down at him. Nervously he tried to replace his hard penis into the folds of his white boxer shorts. "Moth…" he stammered, unable to continue.
Without speaking – afraid to utter a sound – Gloria sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her son and daughter. The two teen-age children cringed from her, fear registering on the young faces. For a long time they stared at each other, not speaking.
After what seemed hours, Gloria's voice came out in a hoarse, thick sound. "What… how… I mean," she stammered, her own face flushing with a pink color. "What were you two… doing?"
"N-nothing, Mother," Sharon stuttered, twisting her hands in the folds of her robe nervously. "We… we weren't doing… anything."
The intense sensation of fire roaring out of control deep in her genitals seemed to give Gloria courage. The embarrassment left her face, and she lifted her head proudly, staring at the children. "You weren't? Then why were you saying to wait for me to go to bed? And, Sharon, why were you holding onto Stan's… uh thing?"
Brother and sister glanced guiltily at each other, neither about to answer the question.
"How long have you two been doing these things?" Gloria demanded.
"We haven't been…" Stan started.
"Please, Stan," Gloria looked at her blushing son. "Don't lie to me… not now! It's… it's… important."
"Important?" Sharon said stupidly. "How can it be important, Mother?"
"Something has happened… to me…" Gloria said, feeling the tingling build higher and higher. She was painfully aware of the dampness in the crotch of her panties and of the quivering throb of her clitoris.
"What's happened?" Sharon was looking concerned now, no longer afraid of punishment from her mother. "In the bathroom… you looked like you were sick then, and now…"
"Now… no, I'm not sick, darling," Gloria said, looking at her daughter with pleading eyes, her hands pressing tightly into her groin. "I'm… Oh, I can't tell you… you'll think I'm… terrible!"
"No, we won't," Stan said, sitting up to look quizzically at the expression on his pretty mother's face. "Tell us, Mother. Can we do something about it?"
"Yes… yes, you could," Hot tears fell from her tormented eyes as her brain whirled in a mass of confused emotions. She knew it was wrong, yet she could not control the things that were happening to her. "But if I told you both… you'd… you'd be ashamed of me! You would think I was insane… a… a pervert!" she blurted.
As young as he was, Stan seemed to suddenly understand the tortured thoughts and desires of his mother. He looked at her long and hard, then glanced at his sister. Sharon's blue eyes were huge with questions.
"Was it because of…" Stan turned back to his mother, who was now looking longingly at his concealed penis, "… seeing me. I mean, of seeing my dong?"
"Oh, God!" Gloria moaned, rocking back and forth. "Yes! Oh God, yes!" she shouted.
"And when you looked at me, Mother?" Sharon asked in a low voice.
"Yes… you too," Gloria moaned in her misery. "Now you know… and you think I'm terrible… an insane pervert… a sex fiend…"
For some time, Sharon and Stan stared at their mother as she sobbed in silence, yet her tear-filmed eyes continued to stare hotly from one young person to the other. Becoming bold, Stan reached into the fly of his shorts and hauled out his now deflated organ. He let it hang, exposed between his thighs and watched the expression on his mother's face. Gloria moaned with intense desire as she stared with wide eyes at the limp organ.
"You can look at me, Mother," Stan said, leaning back on the headboard of his bed. "I don't mind… if you like it."
"Ooohhh…" Gloria moaned, unable to take her eyes from the boy's penis. Her hands pressed hard into her lap and she felt as if her climax was ready to explode inside the burning genitals, yet it would reach the peak, then flow back again, leaving her in frustrated emotional turmoil. "You… you," she whispered thickly to her daughter. "You, too! Let me see your…"
Sharon parted her thighs, unhesitatingly pulling at the belt of her robe. She pulled the garment from her body and exposed her slender young body to her mother's eyes. Again Gloria groaned and swayed back and forth as her eyes moved from her daughter to her son. "Are you going to come, Mother?" Sharon asked, enjoying this lewd display of bodies and emotions. "Does looking at Stan and me make you come? Is that it?"
"God, oh God, darling…" Gloria moaned as her orgasm roared and roared, yet never igniting. "I can't seem to… reach it!"
For a long time the two watched their mother as her climax came close, yet evaded the absolute peak of ecstasy. Stan removed his shorts and lay nakedly with his penis now erected. He looked from his mother to his sister, and the more of her body he saw, the more passionate he became. Sharon parted her slim, tanned thighs, the moist lips of her vagina peeking moistly from the silken strands of her blonde pubic hair.
"Please…" Gloria moaned as she watched her two children lay in obscene posture for her. "Would you… God, I can't ask… that!"
"You can, Mother," Sharon said, growing with heated lust as her brother's penis waved enticingly in the air. "You can ask."
"It's so close…" Gloria whispered. "So close maybe if… if… you two would… fuck… yes, that's it… let me watch you… please, Stan, God please, let me watch you fuck your sister!" The last came out in a high pitched wail of despair.
Staring in amazement at the mother they had never seen before – this new woman – Stan looked at his sister. "Should we, Sister?" he questioned.
"She said to, didn't she?" Sharon eagerly crawled toward her brother, her hands reaching for his throbbing penis. "Mother told us to fuck."
"Yes… yes, fuck…" Gloria groaned, watching her daughter work her small fist up and down her brother's penis. "Please, Stan… fuck Sharon… let me watch you do it! I want to see you stick that lovely cock in her cunt!"
Hearing the lewd words come from her – words she had never spoken before – Stan raised up as Sharon lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide to give him access to her now hungry vagina. As he moved between her legs, Sharon eagerly grabbed his waving organ and pulled it down to meet her arching crotch.
Gloria observed the swollen head enter the tender lips of her daughter's vagina, and immediately was rewarded with a small orgasm. As her eyes stared in lustful desire, she observed her son's penis plunge hotly and effortlessly into the young girl's clasping passage. "Now, do it!" she screamed like a demented animal. "Fuck her pussy, Stan! Fuck Sharon's little snatch… give her some cock… fuck… fuck fuck…"
Stan's buttocks lifted and plunged, driving his hard weapon deeply into the tight channel as his sister reared up to meet his lunging cudgel with glee. She squealed in delight with every pistonlike thrust, her hands wrapped around his smooth, naked back to hold him tightly to her crushed breasts.
"Wrap your legs around his ass, Sharon," Gloria murmured, feeling the waves of ecstasy wash into her veins with lapping tongues of fire. "Fuck his cock fuck your brother's Goddamn hard prick…"
"I am… I am," Sharon squealed, arching her buttocks from the bed in quick thrusts to accept the full length of Stan's ramrodding staff. Her hands moved down his back to clutch at his heaving buttocks. Digging her fingers into the crevice between the muscular, tight cheeks, she urged him to greater efforts. Gasps of straining bodies filled the room, as did the moist slap of the teenage bellies as brother and sister strived to fulfill each other with a climax. Stan's heavy testicles bounced against his sister's buttock cheeks, and Gloria leaned down to observe the incestuous act she had initiated. "I am fucking him, Mother! I'm fucking Stan's prick…"
Suddenly, Gloria felt the intense eruption of her orgasm began. She squealed through her clamped teeth as it struck with the force of a tornado. Her thighs pressed tightly together as the sensitive bud of her clitoris seemed to throb as a separate part of her body.
"I'm coming… I'm coming…" she shouted loudly.
"Me, too!" Sharon answered with a wild, shrill scream. "I'm coming, too…"
Stan's plunging organ suddenly jerked deeply inside his sister's tight vagina, then began to spew forth his semen in scalding spurts. The two teen-age bodies writhed and squirmed about on the bed in delicious ecstasy, bellowing out their completion.
Pulling his limp and slimy member from his sister's clasping, dripping orifice, Stan rolled onto his back, his chest heaving with exhausted breathing. Sharon, still sprawled in lewd abandon, gasped like a fish out of water. Gloria, now laying across the bed, was trembling as the last sparks of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced left her body, looked with loving concern at her children. After a long time, the three began to stir.
"I'll get a cloth," Gloria said, standing up and going to the bathroom. She returned with a moist towel in her hands. Smiling down at the tired children, she said, "Here… let me clean you up."
Leaning over her son, she wiped the evidence of his incestuous copulation from his penis, making certain to clean below his now empty testicles. Finished with her son, she ran the towel between her thirteen-year-old daughter's still quivering thighs, letting the towel soak up the deposit of sperm he had shot into her body.
"Then you like to watch, is that it, Mother?" Stan asked an hour later as they sat in the living room once more. "Is that what turns you on?"
"It seems to be that way," Gloria replied. All shame and embarrassment had gone, leaving only excited discovery. "Only… I didn't know it until now."
She questioned the boy and girl about how long they had been doing things of this nature with each other, and was amazed to find out it had been going on for a number of years without her finding out.
"At least you don't have to sneak around, not now," Gloria told them. "Just as long as you let me watch!"
"Groovy!" Sharon giggled. "It's fun for someone to watch me. It was better tonight than, ever before."
"Have either of you two ever fucked anyone else?" Gloria asked. The language was now a part of their conversation, each in his own way thrilling to the use of the vulgar words.
"I haven't," Stan said. "Only Sis so far."
"Me neither," Sharon admitted. "I've had one boy try it, but I told Stan and he ran him off."
"Have you ever…" Gloria hesitated, wondering if she might be going too far with the youngsters. "I mean… have you ever used you're… mouths?"
Sharon and Stan laughed. "You mean have we, ever sucked each other off?" Sharon said. "You bet we have! I think sucking is real groovy!"
Excitement bubbled up in Gloria, her eyes shining once more with lust. "Could you do… I mean, do you think I could watch you do that?"
"Oh, Mother," Stan said. "Why hold back? There's nothing to hide now. You want to watch us suck each other off?"
"Yes…" Gloria admitted, flushing a little. "I'd like to watch you suck each other. All the way…"
"Don't be ashamed, Mother," Sharon said. "Watching is your bag. We aren't ashamed of it, are we, Stan?"
"Fuck, no!" her brother replied, enjoying his new freedom. "I'll eat Sharon's pussy… and she'll suck my prick. Just like you say… all the way!"
Sitting on the couch, Gloria watched her children crawl to the floor. They were still naked, and Stan lay on his back, but Gloria wanted him to be on top of his sister. "I can see better that way," she explained.
"I know, Mother," Sharon said, looking up from the floor. "Why don't you take off your clothes while you, watch. It might be even better if you're naked, too."
"Sure, Mom," Stan agreed. "I've always wondered what your pussy looked like. Come on… show us your cunt!"
Giggling like a school girl, Gloria removed her clothing. Her breasts were large and firm, waving before her without sagging. The dark circles around her erect nipples were almost brown in color, and the thick bush of pubic hair was a perfect triangle concealing her quivering vaginal lips. She blushed as her children examined her naked body, as if it were she who was the innocent young girl.
"You've got a cute cunt, Mom," Stan said, reaching out to run his fingers over the moist, pulsating lips. "You don't mind if I feel of it, do you?"
"All right, dear," Gloria agreed, spreading her thighs to allow her son to finger the palpitating entrance of her vagina. Stan spread the hair, and sitting on the floor below, he peered up between her thighs at the wet lips. His finger probed between them, slipping with ease into the hotness of her body. Gloria trembled as her son caressed her vagina, working his finger in arid out of her opening. It had been so long since something like this had happened to her, yet she did not feel the excitement that should be there.
Sharon crept up to look at her mother's vagina as Stan fingered it. "How does it feel, Mother? You like finger-fucking?"
Gloria looked down at her children, feeling her son's finger work in and out of her spread thighs. "No… I mean, I don't mind being finger-fucked, but it doesn't do much for me."
"I guess you can't come unless you watch someone fucking, huh?" Sharon said. "Well, if that's your thing, it's none of our business."
"Go ahead now, darling," Gloria said, sitting back down on the couch. "Suck each other. Take his cock in your mouth, Sharon, and suck him off. Eat her twat, Stan! Let me see you tongue your sister's cute little cunt!"
Sharon, remembering her mother's instructions, lay back and watched her brother throw his leg across her face. She stared up at the once more thick and hard member, seeing a bead of his fluid drip from the small slit. Taking hold of the base, she steadied the jerking penis and wiped her pointed tongue over it. Opening her lips, she engulfed the swollen head into her mouth and began sucking as Stan worked his hips up and down, driving his penis down into her constricting throat. She gurgled with happiness, her eyes staring up at her mother, seeing the widespread thighs with the furry mound at the junction. Gloria gazed intently back at her daughter, her senses thrilled as her son's penis disappeared only to reappear from the tightly clasping lips of Sharon. She moved her eyes down the naked bodies, to see her daughter spread her thighs widely, exposing the moist lips of her hair-lined vagina to the fate of her brother who was eagerly darting his tongue out to dip into the fluids that oozed from her. She stared in intense delight as her son slapped with delicate strokes at the tiny clitoris that peeked up from the pink folds of flesh. Sharon quivered and writhed her hips in a rotating motion as her brother began to lick and suck furiously at her genitals. Gurgling and sighing, she sucked hard on his thrusting penis, her eyes watching her mother's pulsating vaginal lips between the thick bush of pubic hair. She wanted to see her climax, if possible, to see the effect of the lewd oral connection she and her brother were I performing for her benefit.
Gloria lifted her legs, bending them at the knee and pressing them tightly against her chest, crushing the large breasts. Opening them slightly, Sharon could now look directly up at her mother's pouching genitals surrounded by soft, curling pubic hair. She saw the tiny, wrinkle of her mother's anus clench and unclench as the passion boiled and grew inside her body. Their mother was in an emotional frenzy of indecision.
She wanted to see her daughter swallow her son's penis, yet she wanted to watch Stan lick and suck at Sharon's young genitals. Her eyes were in constant motion, unable to decide which was the most exciting for her. She was panting hard now, and she gripped her knees, pulling them painfully back into her breasts. Her stomach muscles rippled as the pleasure flowed in delicious sensation throughout her body. Through her lust-filmed eyes, she saw her daughter's body tremble in violent spasms, and realized Stan had licked her to orgasm. With this knowledge came her climax, a small convulsive climax, one that grew and grew into a series of stronger orgasms.
"Let me see!" she shouted suddenly, leaning down to peer with hot eyes the penis of her son that was now bucking up and down into Sharon's mouth. "Let me see him come, Sharon! Let me see Stan come off in your mouth!"
With her eyes glued to the pulsating and convulsing lips of her mother's vagina, Sharon applied stronger suction to her brother's penis, her tongue flutter in maddening swirls of delightful flickering fire about the swollen head. She felt the penis jerk in her mouth and she clamped her lips tightly around it, then understanding came to her. Her mother wanted to see Stan shoot off into her mouth! Letting the jerking organ go, she pressed her hands up against his groin, lifting her brother's hips from her face. Quickly she grasped the wildly jerking penis at the base, aiming it down into her widely open mouth. Her tongue lolled out to catch the hot dripping semen that began to boil out of him. Without swallowing, Sharon continued to collect every squirt of his semen as it flew forth. Holding the spurting organ an inch from her open mouth, she stared into the hairy crotch of her mother, seeing for the first time a female in the throes of orgasm. Her mother's vagina quivered in visible tremors, and she was oozing copious amounts of thick, white juice that coated her inner thighs stickily. Finally Stan ceased the spewing fountain, and then Sharon swallowed the thick substance she had collected. Her tongue flicked up to clean off the remaining drop of sperm that hung on the end of his penis, then Stan pulled himself from his naked sister's body.
The two young children looked up at their mother as she finished her climax, her face softening from the contortions. Sighing in total ecstasy, Gloria leaned back on the couch, her thighs spread in obscene abandon.
"You've got a messy cunt, Mother," Sharon said, reaching out a finger to wipe up some of the moisture on a smooth inner thigh. She tasted the sticky liquid with her tongue, then ran her finger into her mouth and sucked on it. "It tastes nice, too."
"Let's clean her up," Stan said. "Only not with a fucking towel. Let's clean Mom's cunt with our tongues!"
Gloria smiled as her two children crawled between her wide-spread thighs, enjoying the hot strokes as they swiped their tongues up her inner surfaces to lap up the spilled moisture from her vagina. She placed her hands on their heads and watched them as Sharon and Stan licked higher and higher. Now their heads pressed together as each worked an eager tongue around the soft hair of her still palpitating genitals. One tongue twisted about her clitoris, the other licking delicately at the sensitive lips. After licking her clean, the two teen-agers laughed gayly and began to wrestle nakedly over the floor.
Gloria was amazed at their energy, herself feeling as if she could never move a muscle again.
The following night after dinner, Stan started rough-housing with his sister again. Only now it was more of a sexual play. He would grab her breasts, or at her crotch and buttocks. Sharon, giggling like the child she was, would return his grasping hands by tugging at his penis and testicles. Gloria, no longer trying to halt this fun, encouraged them and smiled as she watched the handsome teen-agers.
Pretending fear of Stan, Sharon raced to her mother and tried to hide behind her. Stan lunged and missed, his hands coming into contact with his mother's large breasts. Instead of removing them, he squeezed and the two children began wrestling their mother. Since the two females had on dresses, there was plenty of display of smooth thighs and pantied crotches. Stan started trying to undress them, while they fought to remain clothed. Then, somehow, it was Sharon and Stan trying to undress their mother. Laughing and rolling about on the floor, Gloria found herself tremendously enjoying the play. Her skirt was hiked about her hips, being pulled even higher by Stan as his sister tugged at her mother's nylon panties. Struggling to keep them on, Gloria giggled as they were pulled to her knees, then down over her feet. Her naked buttocks waggled in the air, and giggling happily, Sharon darted a finger deeply into her mother's vagina.
"Pussy, pussy," she shouted. "Who's got the pussy?"
"Take your finger out of there!" Gloria squealed, wiggling her bottom back into the hand. "You know you aren't supposed to finger-fuck your mother!"
"Okay," Stan said, wrapping his thighs around his mother's head and leaning across her naked back. "You finger-fuck her cunt, Sharon… I'll finger-fuck her in the ass!"
Feeling the digit probe into her rectum, Gloria gyrated her buttocks against the two invading fingers of her children. For a long time Sharon and Stan worked their mother over digitally, and she screamed and laughed at the efforts they made to bring a climax on. Moist kisses on her buttocks told her they were kissing and licking her flesh as they probed into the dual orifices of her body. Finally they tired of trying to make her come off.
"Guess we'll have to fuck, Sis," Stan said.
"Or suck each other," Sharon agreed.
Gloria lay down, her naked hips spreading on the carpet. "You two little devils… you made my ass sore!"
"You mean you've never had it up the ass, Mother?" Sharon said.
"No, I haven't… I've never been fucked any other way but in my pussy."
"You ever suck a prick, Mom?" Stan asked.
"No… that's missing, too."
"How about licking twats," Sharon wanted to know. "Would you like to lick a girl's cunt, Mother?"
"Sorry, darling," Gloria said. "I don't care for none of that crap. Just watch… that's all."
"Okay," Stan said, shoving his sister onto her hands and knees. "Watch me prong Sis up the butt!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Sharon squealed, trying to pull away from his clutching hands.
"Oh, yes I would!" Stan began arching his stiff organ toward her naked buttocks, holding her skirt about her waist. "I'm going to fuck you up the ass, Sis!"
"Mother!" Sharon bellowed. "Don't let him do that! I've never had it up my ass before!"
Gloria, watching her son's penis probe at the shapely, beautiful buttocks of her daughter, did not want to stop him. She wanted to see this unusual thing happen. "No, I won't stop him, darling," she said, moving to stand on her knees at her daughter's side. She stared down at the jutting penis of her son as he attempted to place the swollen tip against the puckered flesh of the young girl's anus. "I want to see you get it up the ass! Go ahead, Stan… fuck her asshole! Drive your cock so far into her asshole, she'll shit all over the house!"
Placing her hands on her daughter's quivering buttocks, Gloria pulled them further apart as Sharon whimpered in fear. She did not want this thing to happen, knowing it would hurt her terribly, yet she was powerless to resist. She felt the hard stab of her brother's penis press against her tiny rectum. A groan of despair erupted from her lips as she hung her head in submission. The long blonde hair fanned around her head, hanging to the floor as she felt the hot poker suddenly enter her rectum. She howled in pain, struggling to free herself from this impalement.
"Be still, darling," Gloria said in a thick voice, holding the luscious cheeks apart, her eyes staring at the thick length of her son's penis as it shoved deeper into the stretched hole. "Let Stan fuck you in the ass. Who knows, you just might like it! Maybe you'll want to take a cock up the ass all the time from now on!"
Howling in pain, Sharon could do nothing except tremble in fear as her brother penetrated fully into her bowels. Tears flowed from her eyes at this humiliating experience, especially since her mother was assisting Stan. The pain was almost unbearable now, feeling like her flesh had been ripped apart by clawing animals, Sharon whimpered. Stan began to work his hips back and forth now, plunging in and out of her stretched anus.
"Fuck her, Stan!" shouted Gloria, feeling the now familiar thrills rush to her crotch. "Fuck your sister's asshole! Shoot your come up her fucking ass!"
"Please…" Sharon whimpered. "Please, don't do this to me…"
"It'll feel good soon, darling," Gloria assured her tortured child. "Here, I'll play with your cunt… that will help." Running one hand beneath the quivering stomach of Sharon, Gloria rubbed her fingers over the extended clitoris with eager caress. Taking the tiny bud between forefinger and thumb, she squeezed and twisted it until to Sharon's delight, the pain in her rectum was replaced with a most exquisite sensation of pleasure. "Yes… yes… it's better! Fuck me, Stan fuck your cock up my asshole!"
Lunging back and forth, Stan reached around his mother's hips and began to fondle her buttocks. "Okay, Mom?" he asked, not sure she wanted to be touched while watching the sexual act.
"I don't care, honey," Gloria panted, staring intensely at the huge organ of her son as he rammed it time and again into her daughter's now willing and eager rectum. "Do what you want with me… feel my cunt… play with my clitoris… rub my ass… finger-fuck my asshole… I don't care! Only let me watch you fuck your sister!"
Digging his hands between her soft cheeks, Stan probed a finger into his mother's tight rectum and began working it in and out as he was doing with his penis on his sister. Groans of wanton passion and lust filled the room. Hot breath hissed from flaring nostrils as the three strived to bring forth their incestuous copulation to a total and exhausting finish. Laying her head down on the carpet, Sharon reached a hand back and ran it up the smooth inner surfaces of her mother's thighs, feeling through the strands of soft hair that covered the wet lips of her vagina. Spreading her legs, Gloria allowed her two children to poke and probe and pull at her rectum and vagina as she masturbated Sharon, staring into the spread crack of her cheeks and watching the sodomy she had assisted.
"I'm coming!" the sound erupted almost simultaneously from the three mouths, and harsh breathing gave evidence to the tremendous orgasm mother, daughter and son felt wrack their bodies.
The Mitchell family continued with their incestuous ways for many months, and during the summer, Gloria came across an underground newspaper someplace that interested her. She read the ads of other people – people who were in search of sexual thrills. To her disappointment, none of the ads offered to perform before an observer, although every conceivable act was desired. She brought this paper home and let her children read it. Sharon and Stan thought it was funny that so many people wanted to join with others in sexual acts. They were quite contented with each other and their mother. But Gloria's emotions were spreading out, growing with the desire for more and better intense orgasms.
They discussed answering some of the more appealing ads, wondering if they could interest a couple in trading partners with two young children. Deciding that most would be afraid to become involved with underage boys and girls, Gloria decided to place her own ad and see what happened.
"Mother and two children," she worded the ad, using examples from the paper. "Thirteen-year-old girl and fifteen-year-old boy. Mother will not participate, but prefers to observe. Children enjoy all activities and will perform before groups."
She sent the ad off and waited breathlessly for any answers. It didn't matter one way or another to Sharon and Stan: they would do it if their mother wanted them to, or they would be just as happy to continue as they had been.
To Gloria's happy surprise, she did not have to wait long for replies to began pouring in. She was amazed at the number of people who were willing to enjoy the naked and passionate bodies of her two willing children. They all three read the replies and sorted out the ones they didn't care to answer. A few of the letters were accompanied by photographs of the most lewd poses and sexual connections possible. These letters were the ones Gloria was most interested in.
"Look at this one," Gloria said, handing a glossy print to her children. A man and woman were posed in oral connection, the man's penis all they way into the woman's mouth until her chin was pressed into his pubic hair and her nose at his testicles. Her thighs were wide about his face and his tongue could be seen between the lips of her vagina. The man was also shoving a huge dildoe into the woman's rectum as he performed cunnilingus. The couple were young, in their twenties without children of their own. The accompanying letter stated explicitly and graphically what they would enjoy doing with the teen-age children.
Agreeing to arrange a meeting with the erotic couple, Gloria wrote a reply and had her children put in a note also.
They met with the attractive couple and Gloria was delighted beyond her wildest dreams at watching a strange man and woman copulate with her eager children. Genital, oral and anal intercourse was performed, and Gloria received one voyeuristic orgasm after another. She had undressed at the request of the man and wife, uncaring about anything except watching the activity. She declined the man's offer to copulate with him, and the request of the young woman to lick at her – Gloria's – vagina.
This initial meeting with swappers led Gloria and her two children into a club, and the members, ranging in age from nineteen to mid-forties, utilized the young boy and his sister into wicked delights as their mother watched. Gloria, her senses reeling with happy lust, would lay back and watch as the fleshy orgies unfolded before her eyes. She saw her daughter fellate many, many men as her son licked one hairy crotch after another. She allowed her children to be used in any manner of sexual connections, and Sharon and Stan were more than willing. The tightness of Sharon's young vagina appealed to the men and the young firm strong organ of Stan caused excitement among the women because he could become erect swiftly after each ejaculation.
Not a few times, this club of swinging men and women wanted to see Stan copulate with his mother, Gloria did not mind in the least – after all, she decided, why not allow her son to enter her body with his organ? She was receiving the pleasure of watching these couples, therefore she returned the favor. If it turned them on to watch a son fuck his mother, she was willing.
Strange as it may seem, Gloria flatly refused to allow Sharon to perform cunnilingus on her as others watched. Strange in the sense that she happily allowed Sharon to do so when she was alone with her son and daughter in the privacy of their home. She did not mind if Sharon did this oral bit on the other women, but she drew the line concerning herself.