My sexual experiences with my kids gave me a whole new perspective into the joys of family life. Even though their father and I were like strangers, our marriage a wreck, I had a new reason to hang on. Don's hostility didn't bother me as long as I was getting such spectacular fulfillment from Gwen and Ted.
Did the three of us make it together?
Of course we did.
I know you want to hear about it, so I'll give you a typical example. Believe me, you'll enjoy it.
I was lying in bed about nine in the morning, enjoying the warm glow of the sun flooding through the bedroom window, I pulled off the covers so the warm glow could bathe my naked body.
My hand dropped to my cunt and I began fingering myself, making myself horny for what I knew was to come. We had been doing it every day now – making love, just the three of us.
My fingers plunged deeper and deeper into my twat, and I practiced tightening the muscles down there. Both Ted and Gwen appreciated a tight cunt between their mother's legs.
Then I heard them stirring. I heard them making breakfast – filling their hungry stomachs and fixing something to serve me in bed. It was a loving ritual we went through every day.
Then their bright faces appeared at my bedroom door, Gwen holding a tray of goodies for me to eat.
But, of course, the real goodies were their naked bodies. Ted's cock and Gwen's tits and her cunt. You could be sure that I'd eat them before the morning was over.
While I wolfed down the toast and jam, the kids took the open jar of jam and began smearing it all over my naked loins. By the time I had finished my breakfast, my crotch was sticky and crimson with strawberry preserves.
"You kids have enough to eat this morning?" I slyly asked.
"No." They both giggled. "We're still hungry."
"Want some strawberry jam?"
"There's no more toast."
"Are you going to let that stop you?" I chuckled, opening my legs as far as they would go and thrusting my goopy crotch in their faces.
They never tired of this game and their faces beamed. Their mother knows what her kids like.
"Eat me," I proclaimed the obvious. "Eat your mother."
They shoved their noses into my snatch like hungry little piglets pushing their snouts into a trough, the busy smacking of their lips filling the room.
I writhed in ecstasy. After the jam was long gone, they still lapped away. Apparently they found their mothers thick, sweet cunt juice even more delicious than anything that comes out of a jar.
Both their tongues wiggled within my pussy. Each was responsible for a side of my spasming gash. They were experts at driving me wild with desire.
The cunt-eating went on for several minutes. During this time I came harder and harder.
Then, Gwen crawled up on my chest. Straddling me, she sank her juicy twat over one of my tits and inserted the stiff nipple inside her. She began grinding her narrow hips, literally fucking my breast. It is a thing she does so well.
When Ted noticed what was happening; he decided he wanted to perform one of his specialties, also. His cock was hard and he knew how to use it, so he started fucking me.
Ted's only got six inches, but they're better than twice as much from a grown man. He knows just how to move his body against mine in order to get the most from his penetration. I could feel it as deeply as I'd ever felt anything.
While I moaned, "Fuck me… fuck me," Gwen slid her cunt up toward my face to get back into the center of attention. I loved the way brother and sister were so competitive.
Suddenly I got a mouthful of my daughter's sweet teenage pussy. God, that kid can turn on the juice!
Her brother sensed how much wet fun I was having upstairs. He decided I would have some below as well.
He slammed his loins into the well of my crotch.
His cock grew a temporary eight inch, bigger now than his father's ever was. He was getting ready to come in my cunt.
Gwen sensed that she was about to be outdone. Somehow she managed to open her twat even farther than before so my tongue was all the way into her developing womb.
Ted lurched and the jizz flowed from the exploding head of his cock. But, incredibly, Gwen did just about as well cream-wise with her spread pussy in my mouth.
Both holes wallowed more sex-juice than they could handle. The excess built up and then poured out.
Cum sprayed from the sides of my cunt. Girlish goo foamed at the corners of my mouth and leaked down my chin. I was blessed.
I came and came along with them. Because there were two of them, I had to come twice as hard to keep up with them, but I was more than up to the task.
When they were finished, and I was a dripping mess at top and bottom, I got an idea. "Let me watch you fuck each other," I suggested.
They were anxious to do it, of course being the tireless teens they were. When he was naked, Ted never seemed to lose a hard-on, and Gwen had a non-stop cunt. And they knew how their mother liked to watch them do it – how proud of them it made me feel.
I prepared the beautiful little Gwen by laying her on her back. Then I took both pillows and slid them under her ass, propping up her sweet crotch for maximum exposure.
Placing my hands against her firm thighs, I gently pried them apart. The pungent reek of her cunt as it opened to its fullest made me smile.
I rubbed her pussy lips and clit, agitating them so they became turgid with engorged blood. By the time I was finished, her wispy pubic hair stood up on end, teased so it was just as erotic as the rest of her twat.
Then I went to work on Ted. His dick couldn't have been any harder, of course, but I stroked it anyway. There's something about jacking off that seems to bring out the best in a guy, sexually speaking.
I also played with his balls, tickled his asshole, and rubbed the bulge of his prostate between his nuts and anus. When he started sweating down there, I knew he was ready.
Gripping his prick, I guided it toward his sister's wide-open cunt. With my free hand, I spread her pubic petals and inserted the phallic head in her slot.
I wasn't going fast enough for Gwen, and she moaned, "Hurry up and fuck me. I need a cock in my cunt sooooo baaaaaad!"
Going around in back of Ted, I placed my hands against his ass. When I gave him a big shove, Gwen had her wish. Her brother was in her to the hilt on the first thrust and then his hips rolled in the classic screwing motion.
"Fuck me harder… harder!" Gwen cried.
Ted did his best to accommodate her. He loved fucking his sister – especially under the watchful eye of his mother.
With glowing satisfaction I watched my son's balls squash against the door of Gwen's cunt. He really reamed her cunt out that morning.
I get such a charge out of watching my kids fuck. Even though I'm approximately three times their age, I feel as young as they are when I'm exposed to their limitless sexual energy.
In other words, now that I'd gotten them solidly doing the number, it was time for old Mom to get in on a little of the action.
While Ted was fucking his sister, I pulled apart the cheeks of his ass and zeroed in on his anus.
Before I settled down to rimming him, I slid my tongue up and down his perspiring crack. Nothing tastes as heady as the sweaty ass of a young man.
My oral strokes gradually shortened until the tip of my tongue tickled Ted's bunghole. The sensitive nerves there picked up everything and he moaned as much from what I was doing to him as from what he was doing to his sister.
I wash Ted's underwear everyday, and when I do, I always shake my head at the dried shit crusted at the crotch. However, when I'm licking his asshole, it seems like the sweetest thing in the world.
After several moments of rimming, sucking and licking, I finally achieved penetration. The tip of my tongue wiggled inside the tight chocolate eye, tasting the rectal sugariness.
Then I reached between his haunches and grabbed his balls. They were churning already, but after I'd squeezed them unmercifully, they were in a state of upheaval.
Eventually Ted's breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. He was getting ready to conic and neither his sister nor I could wait.
While Gwen begged for her brother to fill her cunt with cum, I shot my hard tongue up his tight asshole all the way. Then, after some deep reaming, I abruptly yanked it out, orally pulling his plug.
Ted grunted like he'd lifted something awfully heavy, slammed his pelvis into the well of her thighs, and came. I swear I could hear the hissing of the spurting release of his masculine liquid, even though it was taking place a half a foot within his sister's fuck-hole.
Moving around between them, I gloried at the sight of my son's cream brimming whitely at the corners of my daughter's cunt. Soon her normally tan thighs were white with spunk.
But still they kept fucking. These two kids could screw forever if they set their minds to it.
While I licked up the leaking cum, Ted screwed his sister without missing a beat. He's so strong that the first few ejaculations are just foreplay to him.
While Ted and Gwen fucked, I rimmed her cunt. She wiggled her ass in excitement from the oral stimulation I applied to her pussy lips and clit.
Then I swung my trunk over her body and straddled Gwen's head with my spread flanks. Mom's hairy cunt was dripping in her face.
My daughter gasped fox me to stop teasing her and sit on her mouth. Her tongue reached up and tickled the outer folds of my snatch, indicating how hungry she was for pussy.
Lowering myself, I spread my lathering gash right where she wanted it. She inserted her tongue and began pumping. It made me spasm all the way from my pussy lips to my ovaries.
All the while I was busily licking the union of the kids' fucking. In addition to the delectable flesh; cum and cunt juice was all over the place. My stomach would be bloated with the combined discharges of my children before I was through.
Through it all Gwen and I were orgasming constantly. Meanwhile, Ted was working up his third ejaculation within minutes.
I switched my tongue from pussy lips to balls, teasing Ted toward that third explosion that we two females craved so desperately. Slipping my lips around his nuts, I enclosed them in my mouth and suctioned them like I was trying to turn them inside out.
But even nut-sucking didn't satisfy my maternal urge for total sex. I took my finger up the crack of his ass and plunged it inside his anus. It was hot and sticky and spasming in there. Every fiber of my son's being was working overtime, preparing Ted to come again.
I sucked his balls harder and harder, reamed his asshole deeper and deeper. Gwen was eating my cunt down to the bone. For his part, Ted sent thrust after thrust to the depths of his sister's twat – the friction must have been maddening.
We were moving, grooving, fucking and sucking three ways. The bed bounced up and down from the action, its squeaking springs as loud as our slurping and groaning.
Ted came. For the third time his cock struck like a rabid cobra in his sister's pussy. His effort was so great that his balls pulled out of my mouth and jumped to each side of his prick.
While he was still spurting, I removed his hard-on from Gwen's cunt. Then she and I scrambled to go down on it, mother and daughter lapping up little brother's endless cum in tandem.
By the time we had devoured every drop, Ted was really exhausted. Lying on his back, he caught his breath while his cock wilted at last.
While we were waiting for Ted's cock to get hard again, Gwen and I made quiet love, gently stroking each other's tits and pussies. Too bad the male of the species can't stay on a continuous orgasmic high like we girls.
Yes, it had been a typical morning. I thought as I lovingly caressed my beautiful daughter that life couldn't be more perfect. My troubles were as far away as they could be.
But then there was an interruption. Someone was knocking at the door.
We ignored it at first, however whoever it was persisted. "Maybe you'd better answer it, Mom," Gwen said. "By the time you get rid of them maybe Ted's cock will be ready to fuck again."
Since she put it that way, I decided to go ahead and see who it was. I put on a bathrobe, left the bedroom and crossed the living room toward the front door.
When I opened it, there was a man there I'd never seen before.
"Mrs. Randall?" he asked. "Mary Randall?" I nodded my head that I was she.
"I have something for you."
He handed me a sheaf of papers and then left like he didn't want to be around when I read them.
Suddenly I was frightened. Even without reading them I knew these papers were bad news.
Finally I forced myself to look at them. The first thing I saw was the official seal of the Superior Court.
"In the action of Donald T. Randall versus Mary F. Randall," I read aloud in a trembling voice; Don had filed for divorce.