I'm home," yelled Matt, before charging up the stairs, adding over his shoulder, "I'm going straight to bed."
Anne, his mother, glanced at the clock. It was only just after 10pm, a bit early to be back from a date. She listened intently to Matt as he reached to the top of the stairs. The floorboards on the landing creaked under his weight as they always did. She heard him close his bedroom door behind him, and a few minutes later settle down on the bed. She knew she shouldn't, but she did – she went to the hallway, and then followed him up the stairs.
Matt was lying on his bed, naked. As soon as he'd got to his room and shut the door, he'd stripped off and thrown himself on the bed, looking forward to a good wank. Tonight had been so frustrating – yet again. He couldn't believe that at nineteen, almost twenty, he was still a virgin. He'd had a few hand jobs from girls over the last few years, even a couple of blow jobs, and had got his hands and mouth onto some very nice boobs, but that was it.
For the last three weeks he'd been going out with Sarah, a girl from College who had a bit of a reputation. Their relationship had developed pretty well, and he'd really felt sure that tonight was the night, especially after the not very subtle hints she'd dropped the previous evening, when she told him that her parents would be away. So he'd met her as planned for a drink, walked her home with a raging hard on in his jeans, full of expectation, only to find out that her period had come early.
After that, he couldn't even bring himself to go into her house with her, but had instead make his excuses and rushed home.
"What crap timing," he'd screamed to himself, as he headed home, "Crap, crap, crap."
Now all he wanted was some release. He made himself comfortable, lying on the bed, his back propped up by his pillows. He reached for his cock, stroking it, wondering if his size put girls off. His cock hung quite long when soft, but once erect it grew to just over eight inches, and was thick with it. Did girls talk about that sort of thing? Swap notes? He doubted it – anyway, with his experience (or lack of it!), what was there to talk about?
Anne had crept upstairs by now, being careful to avoid the creaky floorboards. She had made this journey so often over the last three months that she knew exactly where to tread. She stopped outside Matt's room, and after hesitating for only a second dropped to her knees, and peered through the keyhole. As always she felt guilty, but simply couldn't stop herself.
She felt so lonely, so frustrated. The twins had been born when she was only seventeen. Now, at thirty-seven, she felt she was still at her sexual peak. Until four months ago, that had been great. Sex had been great. But then, her husband of nineteen years had upped and walked out, no warning, nothing. Although still extremely attractive – she had always looked after herself - Anne had not met anyone else. For a while her only sources of relief had been her fingers or her toys – until she'd started watching her son.
Her mind wandered, thinking about when this had started. It was just three months ago. She had thought that Matt was still at College. She'd just got back from work, and wanted to get some washing done. She went up to his room to empty his laundry basket, expecting his room to be empty. Instead, he was on his bed, that enormous cock in his hand, a copy of Playboy next to him.
Anne thought back to this, to how red they'd both gone, to how she'd muttered something and had backed out of his room as quickly as possible, but never taking her eyes his cock. But she hadn't gone back downstairs, as she knew she should have done. After hesitating for only a second, she'd gone back, almost in a dream, and had peered through his keyhole. He was wanking again, this time lying back on the bed. What was he thinking? She watched as he came, great gushes of cum springing from his cock and landing on his belly.
After watching him cum, she'd rushed to her room and frantically masturbated, her fingers a blur as she brought herself off in record time, visions of her son's cock filling her mind. After that she couldn't get that sight out of her mind, couldn't get his cock out of her mind, and had crept back to watch again a few days later. Now it was almost every day. Now she needed this release, despite the increasing risks she found herself taking.
With a start she came back to the present, watching as Matt stroked his huge cock with one hand, cupping his balls with the other.
"God," she thought, gasping as she always did at his size, "He really takes after his Dad."
This brought more memories, more urges, flooding back. Without taking her eye away from the door, she slipped her hand up her short skirt, pushing her knickers to one side. She felt her hot pussy, the juices already flooding from her. She rubbed her clit, biting her lip to stop herself from crying out. She slipped her other hand under her top to grasp her naked breasts, to pinch and pull at her nipples.
His actions were becoming faster – too fast, so he slowed, wanting to make this last. His balls felt full in his hand. He rolled them around gently, and then squeezed them, enjoying the pain. He pulled his foreskin back hard, exposing the bulbous red head of his cock, already shiny with pre cum. He smeared the sticky liquid around his cock, running a finger down his length. He stroked his cock from top to bottom, watching carefully as his skin slid up and down.
Anne pushed a finger, then two, inside her hot cunt, frigging herself, wanking in time to her son's movements, slowing down when he did, going faster when he did. Her other hand left her breasts, and slipped into her knickers, rubbing her clit with a circular motion. She felt so close to cumming, but she wanted to cum with Matt, to share with him albeit from the other side of the door, in secret.
She jumped as she saw Matt stand up. He stood at the side of the bed, his cock still in his hand. He took a few steps, and disappeared from her view. She held her pussy in her hand, rubbing softly while she waited for Matt to reappear, to start wanking again so that she could match his actions.
"He must be going to the mirror," she thought to herself.
She loved this. He would stand in front of the full length mirror wanking. She could enjoy looking at him in the mirror, seeing his fit, muscular body with his cock jutting out, and she could look at his firm ass, watching as his tight buttocks clenched together as he came. She rubbed her clit harder, and slipped her fingers back inside her hot cunt, anticipating what was to come.
The door flew open...
* * * * *
Kerry was so frustrated. She loved sex, and hadn't had any for almost a week. She was masturbating three, sometimes four, times a day. While that took the edge off things, it still wasn't enough.
She'd been a bit of a late starter when it came to sex. She wasn't sure why – she'd been brought up in a house were her parents seemed to be at it non-stop. But ever since her nineteenth birthday party, when she'd got off with a neighbours son - who was home from university and up for anything - it was like a dam had burst. She was still choosy about her partners, but once she had chosen and was sure of them, there was no stopping her.
But the last month or so had been exceptional.
It had all started when Jason joined her Psychology class at College. To say that he was a hunk would be an understatement. He was just over six feet tall, and looked muscular and well built. And judging by the bulge in his tight jeans, he was built all over. Kerry had taken one look at him, and had decided there and then that she wanted him – soon.
After class, she had followed him down to the refectory, and had made sure she was next to him in the queue. From there, it wasn't hard to get him to join her at a table. They chatted all through lunch, and got on really well. It was Jason who actually asked her out.
"It couldn't be going better," she thought to herself, as she wandered off to her next lesson, deliberately swinging her hips as she waved to Jason over her shoulder.
That night she took great care in getting ready. She wore her red hair down around her shoulders, where it contrasted sharply with her pale skin. She stood naked, looking at herself in the full-length mirror, liking what she saw. She reached for her breasts, cupping them, enjoying their firmness, knowing they looked good. She looked down at her flat tummy, and at her pussy snuggling behind her red hair. She liked to keep it just long enough to mask her prominent lips and clit, but just short enough to be really provocative.
She decided to wear a tight, white tee shirt that seemed to mould itself to her body, emphasising the shape and fullness of her breasts. She thought about going braless, but decided not to because of the size of her breasts, and what the material rubbing on her nipples would do to them. So she compromised with a thin, seamless bra (and matching knickers) that got over these twin problems. She then wriggled into a red flared miniskirt, and slipped on some high-heeled sandals. A small amount of makeup and she was done.
"Mmm – well I'd want you," she told herself in the mirror, before grabbing her bag and heading for the stairs.
"See you later," she called out, as she left the house, heading for the local bar where she'd arranged to meet Jason.
Jason was early, and was waiting for Kerry when she arrived. They got a drink, and found a booth were they could talk. The evening flew by, as they talked about just about every topic under the sun. By the time it got to midnight they were sat next to each other, kissing passionately, their hands exploring. They left soon afterwards, heading for Jason's small flat around the corner.
Within seconds of bursting through the front door, and kicking it shut behind them, Kerry was on her knees, gratefully sucking Jason's cock into her mouth. His cock wasn't huge in length, about six inches long, but it was so thick it was all she could do to get her mouth around it. She licked and tasted him, loving the pre cum oozing from him, cradling his heavy balls in her hand.
He pulled her to her feet, dragging the tee shirt over her head, deftly undoing her bra. Now it was his turn to gasp as her firm, full breasts were exposed to him in all their glory. He held them, fondling them as he kissed her, their tongues deep inside each other.
He led her to the bedroom, where they stripped each other, savouring each other's bodies. Then they fucked. He wasn't the best lover she'd ever had, but that cock stretched and filled her pussy like no other. She came over and over again, while he pumped his cum into her mouth, into her pussy, and finally over her breasts.
She eventually crept home at four o'clock in the morning, knowing that she would need him again very soon.
Fortunately, she had no lessons at College until after lunch. So, after a lie in and a long shower to wash away the dried juices from last night, she studied her wardrobe, deciding what to wear. She settled on a long sleeved, V-neck sweater, and a loose skirt that finished a few inches above her knees. Her sensitive nipples rubbed sensually against the material of her jumper, very quickly teasing them erect. She slipped on some white panties, but left her bra on the bed, enjoying the freedom, enjoying the feel of her jumper on her bare skin.
After her first lesson, she went looking for Jason, heading towards the corridor where his last lesson had been held. She was very aware of the looks she was getting, knowing she looked good. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation, wet with need. She saw him coming towards her, his height making him easy to spot.
"Hi babe," he greeted her, bending towards her for a lingering kiss.
She pulled him into a nearby classroom that was usually empty. They kissed again - hard, passionate kisses that made clear to both of them what they each wanted, what they needed. He reached down and cupped her firm ass in his hands, pulling her to him. She pressed her body against his, feeling the ridge of his cock through his clothes pressing into her pussy mound.
Easing apart slightly, she pulled his cock from his jeans, wanking him quickly as they kissed again, her small hand just about reaching around him.
"Fuck me," she groaned, "Now."
She turned around and leant over a desk, offering herself to him. He quickly flicked her skirt up over her hips, and pulled the thin, wet material of her panties to one side. Her pussy was clearly visible, framed by her legs and ass, her red pubic hair already wet with her juices.
He drove into her, forcing his cock deep inside her body, filling her, stretching her just as she wanted. He fucked her hard, reaching inside her jumper to hold her naked breasts, to rub her hard little nipples.
She loved his cock inside her, loved the waves of pleasure it sent through her as he pounded into her, filling her completely. She urged him on, telling him to fuck her harder and deeper.
Both of them were oblivious to all else, to the noise they were making, to what was going on in the corridor outside – to the door opening, and someone entering the room.
"Don't stop," he growled, as he started to undo his jeans.
They both jumped up with a start, Jason's cock falling out of Kerry.
"I said don't stop," he repeated, pulling his cock from his jeans, "Fuck her," he told Jason.
"Fuck me," Kerry yelled at Jason, demanding his cock back inside her, bending over the table to take it again.
Jason ploughed his cock back inside her, both of them looking at the intruder. They both recognised him – it was Bob Jeffrey, a geography teacher who used the classroom just down the corridor.
They both stared at his cock – it was incredibly long, but slender. It was rock hard, jutting out from his body almost obscenely such was its length. He advanced the few steps that separated them, and forced his cock into Kerry's open mouth, holding her hair and pulling her onto him.
He fucked her mouth hard, matching Jason's thrusts at the other end. Kerry reached up and held it, feeling the strength of it. Once she got used to the long cock in her mouth, and the way it was pushed into her deeper every time Jason slammed his cock into her from behind, she was in heaven. The sensations running through her were incredible. She had never done this before, but she wanted more.
She sensed that both men were about to cum, but she didn't care, they had already taken her so high she thought she could fly. She pushed back onto Jason, urging him on, and at the same time wanking Bob into her mouth, and squeezing on his balls. They both cried out as they came, Bob's cum gushing into her mouth, Jason holding his thick cock deep inside, taking her over the edge again.
She swallowed frantically, her legs feeling weak, her body used. Bob pulled his cock out of her hot mouth, and put it straight away in his jeans, still semi hard. He turned his back on them, and wrote something down. He handed the paper to Kerry.
"Be there at eight tonight," he said, adding "Both of you."
Then he left. They watched him go, both stunned by the last ten minutes, and not sure how to react. Jason pulled out of her, and held her to him, kissing her softly, tasting cum on her lips. They looked at the paper – it was an address for an apartment block a mile or so away.
"Do we go?" Jason asked. They both knew the answer.
They went that night, and ten minutes after arriving were naked with Bob on his huge bed. Ten minutes after that Kerry was cumming like she had never cum before, with Bob's long cock so deep inside her cunt that she thought it would burst out somewhere, her head turned sideways so that she could suck Jason at the same time.
Both their hands were clutching roughly at her breasts, pulling at her nipples. When they all came together it was like a floodgate bursting for her. She thought the waves of pleasure would never stop, leaving her feeling weak.
The next few hours were amazing for Kerry and Jason, as Bob led them through sex like they'd never had before. For Kerry, it was unbelievable what they did to her, leaving her wanting more – a lot more. Her ass lost it's virginity to Bob's long, thin cock – while Jason was fucking her pussy at the same time. Later, Bob even eased his cock into her pussy along side Jason's as he was fucking her, stretching her so much she thought she'd come apart, but urging them on such was her pleasure. She even sucked on Bob's cock while he went down on Jason.
And that was how it was for the next four weeks. She spent every moment she could with Jason, with Bob joining them two or three times a week for amazing sex, usually at his apartment, but sometimes in his classroom.
And then it all fell apart.
One day Bob announced his wife was due home from. What wife? The next day Jason told her it was over, he didn't like the city and was going back home. She was devastated, especially as Jason left almost immediately.
After so much wonderful sex, no wonder she felt so frustrated...
* * * * *
Anne started to fall backwards as the door flew open, but just about kept her balance. She stared up at Matt, his cock still jutting out proudly from his body, his full balls hanging below it. She could quite clearly see the veins running along its length, his pre cum shiny on its head. As her fingers instinctively pushed into her pussy, a small moan escaped her lips.
Matt, who thought he had heard a noise, stared down at his mother. She was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Her skirt was high up her shapely legs, her hand clearly inside her knickers. Her top was pulled up exposing a breast. He stared at her large, erect nipple, his cock stiffening even more.
Neither spoke. But they did each take in the sight in front of them – seeing something they found extremely arousing, rather than someone they knew. Seeing something they wanted. Badly.
Anne moved first, edging forward on her knees, and taking Matt's cock into her mouth. It felt so good, so hard, so right. She held him in one hand, her fingers, still wet with pussy juice, sliding up and down his length as she sucked on him, as she drew more of him into her mouth. She cradled his balls with the other hand, massaging them gently.
Matt groaned out load, holding her head to him, his hips moving against her. The sensations surging through him were far more intense than anything he'd ever felt before. He fucked his Mum's mouth harder, forgetting everything but his pleasure and his need.
She knew he would come quickly, but she didn't care. She wanted his cum, she wanted him to last longer the next time. She let go of his balls and slid her hand up his body, rubbing him, scratching his belly and chest. Her other hand ran around to his ass, pulling him to her, urging him to fuck her mouth harder. She pressed a finger between his cheeks, probing at him.
His groans got louder as he felt his orgasm building. His balls felt like they were on fire as he pumped into her wet mouth harder and harder, her lips sliding up and down his cock. He'd never been this hard, this long, before. With a cry he came, great spurts of cum pouring into her mouth.
Anne pulled away slightly, giving herself more room to accept his cum, to swallow it, to savour its taste. She cupped both his cheeks in her hands, holding him still as she licked his cock, and sucked on him gently, taking all the cum he had to offer. She stood up and kissed him, reaching down to caress his still hard cock, marvelling at his staying power, wanting him inside her.
She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
She stood in front of him, and watched his face as she undressed. She unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs. She pulled her tee shirt over her head, pausing with her arms stretched above her, knowing what it did to her breasts, knowing it showed them off fully. She heard him gasp as he took in their size, took in her large, erect nipples. Then she slid her knickers down her legs, exposing her wet pussy, nestling behind her short pubic hair. She went to the bed, and held out her arms for him.
Matt stared at her. Her body was amazing – soft, voluptuous, womanly. Much, much sexier than the girls he'd glimpsed and groped with in the past. He moved to lie next to her on the bed, wanting this sexy woman, wanting to fuck her. He went to lie over her, but she eased him away.
"Soon," she murmured.
She took his hand and held it to her breast. Under her guidance he touched her and caressed her, feeling her breasts and nipples, taking in their size and beauty. He dipped his head and drew first one, and then the other, rubbery nipple into his mouth. He marvelled at the taste of her, the feel of her. He ran his hands, his lips, his tongue, all over her breasts and stomach, all over her soft flesh.
She pushed him down lower, guiding his head between her outstretched legs, urging him towards her aching pussy. He moved to kneel between her legs, looking down at her. Anne drew her knees up, and he gazed down at her pussy, her clit, her ass. His mouth hung open, and a moan escaped from his lips as he reached for her, wanting her.
She held his hand, and taking a finger, guided it to her pussy. He stroked down her wet slit, from top to bottom. He teased her pink, rubbery nub, poking out from behind its hood. He rubbed her soft, darker coloured pussy lips. He ran his finger all the way down to her tight ass, touching her puckered little hole, just as she had touched him. And she arched her back as he pushed his fingers into her hot, wet pussy.
He moved again to fuck her, put she reached for his face, pulling him towards her. He slipped off the end of the bed, and bent to kiss her, tentatively at first, but then harder. She held him tight, guiding his tongue, his lips, along her pussy where his fingers had been. She told him to suck on her, to lick her, to taste her.
She pushed herself against him roughly, groaning loudly as waves of pleasure washed over her, as his tongue worked on her. And they both gasped at the power of her orgasm as it took hold of her, a flush rising up through her body, her juices pouring from her into his mouth, and onto his face. She held him to her for a long time as her body came down form its high, but slowly released him, looking into his eyes.
As Matt climbed back onto the bed next to his Mum, he was still overawed by the power of Anne's orgasm, by the effect it was having on her. His cock was huge in front of him, painfully erect. He reached for it, but couldn't stop the inevitable as his cum shot out of him, long arcs of it landing on her legs and belly. He cried out with the ecstasy of his release, and with the agony of cumming then, when he wanted her so much.
She held him, reassuring him he would be hard again soon, enjoying the feel of his young, muscular body against her. Neither of them spoke after that, but they touched and kissed, caressed and licked each other, enjoying each other. And sure enough, Matt's cock grew hard in her hand once again. And this time they both new exactly what they wanted.
She lay on her back, taking him into her arms, guiding his rock hard cock into her. She gasped as he entered her, his cock stretching her pussy. He moaned as he felt her hot, wet pussy around him, holding his cock in a vice like grip. At her urging he moved slowly, sliding his cock in and out, savouring the moment. The sensations he felt where unbelievable, moving from his groin upward and outwards through his body.
He longed to move faster, to fuck his Mum hard, but she slowed him down, wanting to make this last for both of them. Anne manoeuvred their bodies so that they could roll over, so that she was lying on top of him, her breasts squashed between them, her erect nipples poking into his chest, his hands holding her tight ass.
She moved her hips against him, fucking him. She knelt up, reaching out to put her hands on the headboard, her breasts swinging down above him. He reached for her breasts, cupping them in his hands, reaching further to suck and lick her nipples, making her cry out.
She moved her body up and down his cock, allowing almost the whole length to leave her body before pushing herself down hard, sending more waves of pleasure through both of them. He pushed his hips up, meeting her, fucking her.
She moved again, turning around before sliding back down his cock. She reached down and started to rub her own clit with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. She watched his thick, hard cock slide in and out of her pussy, his cock shiny with her juices, her lips stretched around him.
"Fuck me hard," she yelled at him, urging him on.
She pushed her ass back towards him, pushing down harder against his cock. He reached for her ass, pushing a finger inside her. His cock slammed into her time and time again, both of them crying out. She arched her back, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, as she felt his cock deep inside her, and his cum pouring into her.
Her orgasm came to a peak at the same time, her pussy pulsing around him, holding him as his cum filled her, both of them crying out...
* * * * *
Kerry had had enough. She had deliberately stayed on at College late to try and catch up with the work she'd missed over the last four weeks, and to try and take her mind off her frustration. But it was really late now, and the library was closing. If she rushed she should just make the last bus.
The bus was empty, so she took a seat near the back for the short journey home. Her bag was on her lap, the motion of the bus rubbing it against her, setting her pussy off again. She glanced down at the driver to make sure he couldn't see anything, and then reached down to rub herself through her clothes. She could feel her panties getting wet straight away. Now she just wanted to get home, to be alone on her bed, her fingers at work.
Kerry walked to the front of the bus just before her stop, and waited by the driver. She jumped down as soon as the bus had stopped, and walked home as fast as she could. She let herself into the dark house, locking the door behind her. Everybody seemed too be in bed, so she crept straight upstairs, eager to get to her room. She could feel her pussy getting wetter with anticipation.
As she reached the top of the stairs, she hesitated.
"What was that?" she wondered out loud.
It was if someone had cried out. There it was again, this time longer, more drawn out. She stepped across to her Mum's room, and pushed the door open, stepping quietly inside. She stopped, shocked at what she saw.
Her Mum was sat on the bed, her head thrown back, holding her big breasts in her hands, rubbing her nipples. She was sat on someone, a man, with her back to him, his thick cock clearly buried in her pussy. She was moaning out loud. All that Kerry could think was how incredibly sexy her Mum looked.
Kerry stood staring, unable to move, her pussy throbbing, her juices wetting her knickers even more. The man moved.
"That was wonderful," he murmured, sitting up.
Kerry screamed. It was Matt, her twin brother, fucking their Mum.
Matt sat bolt upright. Anne's eyes flew open. They both stared at Kerry. For long seconds no one moved.
Then Kerry did, unable to resist what she saw anymore. She stepped forward to the side of the bed, Matt and her Mum watching her. She reached for Matt's now soft cock, nestling between her Mum's legs. She held it, caressing it, and bent to kiss her Mum, her other hand reaching for her breasts, her mind made up.
"Can anyone play?" she asked.
Anne knelt up, offering her breasts to her daughter as she reached for them. Kerry cupped them in her hands, feeling their weight, their softness, sub-consciously comparing them to her own. Matt wriggled away from his Mum, climbing off the bed to move behind his sister. He kissed her neck, slipping his arms around, his hands cupping her breasts through her blouse, her nipples already erect.
She turned her head and they kissed, a slow kiss that built rapidly as their tongues pressed against each other's lips, and into their mouths. Anne pressed forward against them, pulling Kerry's blouse apart, pulling her bra off to expose her breasts. Kerry sighed with pleasure as Matt's hands moved back to her naked breasts, cupping them, tweaking her painfully erect nipples.
She sighed again as Matt's hands were replaced by Anne's mouth, by her tongue, sucking on her nipples, drawing her breasts into her mouth. The pleasure intensified as Matt dropped to his knees behind her, kissing her back, easing her skirt and panties down, then kissing her ass, soft kisses that sent a tingle through her.
She held her Mum to her, urging her to suck harder on her breasts. She felt her brothers wet tongue run down between her cheeks, and she pushed her ass out to him as his tongue probed at her puckered hole. She felt Matt's hard cock along the crack of her ass when he stood up, holding her tight against him before leading her to the bed.
She lay down, watching as her Mum and brother joined her, one each side. They all kissed, the kisses those of lovers. She reached for Matt's cock on one side of her, taking Anne's nipple into her mouth when it was offered to her from the other side. She felt hands all over her, on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, running over her legs and stomach, and down to her pussy, which ached for release.
She felt her Mum's fingers softly rubbing her pubic mound, slipping down to her hard little clit, rubbing it gently from side to side. Matt's fingers were at her pussy at the same time, and she felt them enter her, easing into her hot, wanton pussy. She cried out as he started to fuck her with his fingers, while their Mum rubbed her clit harder, faster.
She sucked harder on the soft breast at her mouth, wanking Matt's growing cock at the same time, reaching out to run her other hand over Anne's soft flesh. There were hands and mouths everywhere, sucking and kissing, touching and caressing, most of them intent on bringing Kerry to an orgasm as quickly as possible.
Her body was on fire, her breathing harsh as her body tensed and then relaxed as pleasure washed over her, through her. Anne's soft lips on hers muffled her cries as they all held each other tight.
She knew she wanted more, that they all wanted more, but for now they lay together, gently touching each other. No one made the next move – it just happened.
Kerry had been stroking Matt's cock, feeling it grow in her hand, feeling it's strength, wanting it inside her. Anne leant over and kissed her daughter's firm breasts, licking and teasing her erect nipples, enjoying her as much as she had already enjoyed her son. Matt was soon touching both of them, their breasts, their pussies, wanting them both.
Kerry pushed Matt onto his back, moving down to suck his cock into her mouth. Anne knelt at the bottom of the bed, reaching between his legs to cradle his balls, and finger his ass. She watched as Kerry moved into a 69 position, lowering her pussy onto Matt's face, never letting his cock slip from her mouth.
Matt gazed up at his sister's wet pussy. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. As she took his cock into her mouth again, her hips moved lower, pressing her pussy to his face. He licked along her slit, just as he'd licked his Mum's earlier. She tasted so sweet. He sucked on her, feeling her pressing harder against him, wanting more. He rubbed his lips and tongue across her clit, holding her ass and pulling her onto him.
The twins sucked and licked at each other, tasting each other. Anne moved from one to the other, caressing and kissing, using her fingers and her mouth on their sexy young bodies. She moved away from the bed for a minute, and went to a draw. She pulled a chair across the room and sat at the side of the bed, her feet on the chair, her legs drawn up to expose her wet pussy.
She switched on the large vibrator she'd got from the draw and plunged it straight into herself, moaning at the immediate sensations of pleasure that ran through her. Kerry and Matt both turned towards her, drawn by the noise. As they continued to suck and lick each other, they watched Anne fuck herself.
They watched as she pressed the toy deep inside herself, and hold it there with her thighs while she squeezed her breasts tight, pinching her nipples. And they watched while she fucked herself harder, while she pressed the wet toy onto her clit, while she pressed it lower against her tiny puckered hole before sliding it back deep inside her aching pussy. And they watched while her body trembled as her self-induced orgasm shot through her.
Anne sat back gasping, her eyes closed, her thighs clenched tightly together, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible. When she opened her eyes, her twins were still watching her, still taking in the changes that had come over her as her orgasm rushed through her.
"Fuck her," she whispered to Matt, "Fuck Kerry, fuck her hard."
She wanted to see them do it, she wanted to see Matt pleasure Kerry with that huge cock of his.
Kerry climbed off Matt, and lay on the bed beside him. Anne watched closely as he swung a leg over Kerry, and knelt above her, his cock rock hard and still glistening where she'd been sucking on him. Matt seemed enormous as he towered over her, his muscular body contrasting with her slender, pale body. She thrust her breasts up at him, showing him their firmness, her hard nipples.
"Fuck me then," she moaned to Matt, "Do what Mum says."
He bent towards her, his cock resting at the entrance to her pussy. The angry red head seemed to glow against her pale wet flesh, against her swollen pussy lips. Anne moved onto the bed along side them, and reached for Matt's cock. She stroked along his length, feeling his size and strength. She rubbed the head along Kerry's pussy, and then watched it stretch her, watched it disappear into her body.
Kerry reached for them both, crying out as Matt's cock filled her completely. It felt thicker than even Jason's, longer than Bob's. Her pussy seemed to be moulding itself around him, closing up as he slipped his cock slowly out of her, and then opening up around him as he ploughed it back inside her, reaching deeper with every stroke. Her body was on fire, the heat rising in her pussy and spreading throughout her body.
She reached for him, pulling him to her, pushing her hips up to meet his powerful thrusts. They moved as one, faster and faster. Their cries filled the room. Anne watched, touching them both, caressing them, wanting them.
Kerry could take no more as her orgasm hit her fully. She sobbed with pleasure as it washed through her, her pussy gripping Matt's cock, throbbing around him. Matt cried out seconds later as his cock seemed to swell up and then burst, his cum gushing into his sister. He drove his cock deep into her and held it there as they clung to each other, showering kisses across each other's face.
They lay still for ages, their Mum beside them, stroking and kissing them. Eventually they slept, the three of them in each other's arms, their naked bodies pressed close together.
* * * * *
Matt stirred first, awoken by the sun shining in through the window. As he woke up, for a moment he couldn't remember where he was, but the memories soon came flooding back as he felt his Mum and sister naked beside him, their warm, sexy bodies pressed to him. As it all came back to him, a wide smile spread over his face. He pulled them both tighter to him, reliving last night in his mind, wondering where all this would lead.
He got up and went to the bathroom, trying to be careful not to disturb Anne and Kerry. When he returned, they were awake – and kissing, their hands holding other's breasts, their nipples already reacting to their touches.
"Morning," he called out, moving quickly to the bed to join them,
They didn't reply, except to reach out to touch him, and to kiss him. Kerry gave him a lingering kiss, and then took her turn in the bathroom. When she returned five minutes later, the sight that greeted her set her pussy off straight away, her juices springing from her.
Anne was on her back, stretched out naked across the bed, her arms above her head, her breasts thrust upwards. Matt was on top of her, his cock clearly inside her, fucking her. He was sucking on her erect nipples, nipping them with his teeth, licking them. His knees were drawn up at their Mum's side, his bum high in the air, driving his cock down into her.
Kerry moved and stood behind Matt, watching his cock pumping into Anne, watching his balls swinging, banging against her. She could see his tight hole between his buttocks, almost winking at her as he clenched his cheeks together each time he slid his cock into their Mum.
Her hand ran over her body, over her breasts, pausing to tweak and pinch her nipples, over her stomach and down to her pussy. She slipped her finger inside herself, savouring her hot wetness. She started to rub her clit gently, but stopped, her eyes' drawn to the still open draw across the room.
She went across, and pulled the draw further open. There were all sorts of things in there – four or five more vibrators, some balls, even a strap on dildo. She played with the balls in her hand, and then slowly pushed one, then another, inside herself, all the while watching the others. She moved from one foot to the other, feeling the balls move about inside her, loving what they did to her.
She picked up the strap on, wondering about who had used it on who. Glancing across, she saw Anne looking at her, saw her deliberately move her hand across Matt's back to his ass. Kerry eye's opened wide as she realised what her Mum wanted her to do, what she wanted to do.
She quickly did the straps up around herself. The plastic cock was quite short and thin, but seemed to stick straight out of her pussy. She picked up a tube of KY jelly from the draw, and smoothed it around her cock, feeling the hard ridges along its length. She smeared more KY on her finger, and then climbed carefully onto the bed behind Matt, the balls inside her pussy sending pulses of pleasure into her as she moved.
Matt had watched Kerry with the strap on, but only now did he fully realise what she intended doing. He tensed as she knelt behind him. Anne saw this and eased him away from her. She reached down and pulled his cock out of her, feeling the slick wetness of her juices along his length. She rolled over, Matt still kneeling over her. She reached behind her back, and pulled his cock down towards her firm ass.
"Come on son," she urged him, "Do it to me."
She pulled her cheeks apart, exposing herself to him. He gazed down at her tight brown hole, already wet where her pussy juices had ran between her cheeks. He held his throbbing cock head to her, pushing down. At first nothing happened, but then Anne opened her body to him, and he slipped inside her. Matt moved slowly against her, sliding deeper with each thrust. She was so tight around his cock he felt he could cum at any moment. He lay down on Anne, his cock buried in her, slowing his movements to make it last.
As he lay down, he felt Kerry touching him, her finger sliding inside him. His cock jerked as she fucked him gently, and then jerked again as the cold cock strapped to her body replaced her finger.
He felt the pressure of her pressing against him, and then of her sliding into him, deeper than he thought possible.
Kerry fucked his ass slowly, keeping in time with his movements inside their Mum. Anne had reached underneath her body, and was sliding her finger up and down her pussy, rubbing softly at her clit. The balls inside Kerry's body were moving around as she pushed her hips forward onto Matt, all of them moving slowly, gently, all of them feeling the climaxes building inside themselves, building inside each other.
Matt began thrusting harder into his Mum, needed the release that only cumming could give him. Kerry matched his thrusts, loving the way the end of the dildo rubbed against her as well, the way the balls rolled around inside her hot pussy. She rubbed her nipples with one hand, holding onto Matt's hip with the other. Anne thrust two fingers inside her own pussy, taking herself over the edge.
Their climaxes all merged into one as they cried out, as they felt the pleasure running through their bodies, through each other. They fell onto the bed, gasping for breath, holding onto each other.
Matt moved first, helping Kerry to take off the strap on, before watching as she slipped the balls out of her pussy. Anne held them both to her, all of them touching and kissing. Once they were all calmer she suggested a shower, and then breakfast.
"Who wants to go first then?" asked Matt.
"All of us of course," said Anne.
The twins had forgotten the big double shower in the en-suite bathroom. They had probably been about ten when they'd last been in it together, after getting muddy playing in the back garden. This time it would be different.
Anne led the way, Kerry behind her, leading Matt by the cock. The shower was like two cubicles together, with showerheads at each end. Anne switched both on, and turned to look at her children while the water heated up. They were stood holding hands, talking softly, touching each other from time to time. She went over to them and held them close, all of them enjoying the feel of the each other's naked flesh.
They showered together, washing each other. Anne stood in the middle while Matt washed her back, and Kerry her front. They washed her slowly, running their soapy hands over every part of her sexy body. Kerry rubbed her nipples softly, smoothing her hands over Anne's breasts, savouring the feel of them. She washed her pussy, feeling Matt's hands washing her bum as they both reached down low.
Then they moved so that first Kerry and then Matt could be washed. Anne joyously ran her hands over their firm bodies, sucking on both their nipples when she had finished washing their fronts. When they were finished washing, she knelt down and kissed Kerry's pussy, running her tongue along the pink slit, sucking her lips into her mouth. She rubbed her clit with her tongue, before pushing her tongue inside. Kerry held her head, pushing her pussy onto her Mum's mouth, onto her tongue.
Putting her hand behind her, Anne reached for Matt's cock. It was rock hard again. He moved around so that she could reach him more easily. She stroked his cock, and then started to wank him with long pulls on his cock, stretching his skin back and forth. Matt leant forward and drew Kerry's ripe nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking on her tasty body.
Kerry ran her hand down to her clit, rubbing herself vigorously with a circular motion. It was all too much again – her finger on her clit, the tongues and mouths on her pussy and breasts – and she came, pulling her Mum and brother to her, forcing their mouth's onto her body, her fingertip pressing hard onto her clit. Matt moved to muffle her cries with his mouth, his lips pressed hard to hers, his tongue exploring passionately.
As Kerry recovered, they all moved out of the shower. Matt held Anne by the hips and helped her sit on the edge on the vanity unit, her body still wet from the shower. Matt stepped in between her legs and slipped his cock inside her. Her pussy was running with her juices, and he slid in easily, penetrating her deeply. Her fucked her quickly, both of them on the verge of cumming after being with Kerry.
Kerry crossed the room to them, bending to kiss Anne's erect nipples, to touch her breasts, while her other hand was on Matt's ass, pulling him onto their Mum. She urged him to fuck Anne harder, and then watched as Anne and Matt cried out themselves, all three of them clinging together, satisfied for now.
They stepped back into the shower, before drying each other off and slipping into the terry towelling gowns they all tended to use. They went downstairs to breakfast together, laughing together, acting like the lovers they were.
Over a breakfast of cereal and fruit juice they chatted some more, but gradually fell quiet. They were all thinking about the last twelve hours, doubts creeping into their minds. They thought about what had happened, wondering about how and why it had happened. And should it have happened.
Anne spoke first.
"What do we do know?" she wondered out loud.
Matt glanced at Kerry, taking in the look on her face.
He held out his hands to both of them. They reached across and took his hands in theirs...
...and happily followed him towards the stairs.