"Ginger will let me fuck her," he said.
"Oh, she will, huh?" Carol looked at him. "Have you fucked your cousin, Roger?"
He shook his head. "We just play around, Mother."
She looked at him for a long time then pulled playfully at his cock. "Get cleaned up, find her and come back here."
"What are you gonna do! Mother?" he asked. "With Ginger, I mean?"
She gave her son a mysterious look. "You'll like it, whatever it is I do with her, I promise you that. Don't think I didn't notice you two playing around, making fun of me."
"We weren't making fun of you! Mother," he said.
"I know. I just said that. Besides, I guess I did show a little of my ass to you two kids, didn't I?"
"You damn near showed all your ass!" Roger giggled.
After her son had cleaned up and dressed, Carol bathed for a long time in a tub of almost scalding water. She loved to bathe in water so hot it would blister anyone else.
For a fleeting moment, splashing the hot water over her tits, Carol felt a twinge of misgiving for fucking her son. There was no sense in her trying to deny the ecstasy she had felt – that was real, very real. If only she would be satisfied just fucking him, she thought, it would be okay, then her conscience wouldn't bother her.
It was the wildness in her that demanded more, the intense perversity she felt her body demanding. She didn't feel degraded to have her son piss in her face, squirt his sweet, hot come juice there. She couldn't be degraded and humiliated if that was what she wanted. It would only be humiliating if it happened when she didn't want it and, Carol grinned to herself, she wanted it, wanted it badly.
She wondered how she could change so suddenly from a shy, slightly inhibited woman, a mother who enjoyed wild fantasies, into a woman demanding such erotic enjoyment. Her fantasies had become real, and she loved it.
The water was starting to cool, but she kept splashing it over her tits. She had lovely tits, she thought, cupping and lifting them. Her son had sucked them wonderfully, drawing on her sensitive nipples sweetly, strongly. She twisted her nipples gently, remembering how he had hesitated a bit when she asked him to piss on her. And he had done it.
Carol had wild fantasies about being pissed on, especially in her face and now it had happened. It was hotter than she had imagined it would be. She wasn't surprised that she had come as her son raked his hot, sweet piss into face. She leaned her head on the back of the tub, smiling as she remembered how it had felt, his hot piss splashing into her face. She had wanted to part her lips then, to take his piss between them, taste it, drink it.
Carol shrugged, sitting up to finish her bath before the water became too cold. Maybe next time she would, open her mouth, she thought and get him to piss into it.
She climbed from the tub, toweling her sleek body with a fluffy towel. Her skin glowed pinkly and she was pleased that she had such a beautiful and shapely body for her son to enjoy. She had been in the tub over half an hour, and Roger should have returned home by now. Unless he had found his cousin, and had her leaning up against a wall someplace, showing Ginger what she had taught him that morning. Carol grinned to herself, trying to picture her son with his cock between the slim, young thighs of his pretty cousin, pressing into her succulent, hairless cunt. A throbbing started in her own pussy as she brushed her hair, thinking of her son fucking Ginger.
Stepping into a pair of very lacy, flimsy panties, Carol decided it was now time to get rid of all her utilitarian cotton panties. They weren't sexy enough, and she had always hated them. She bundled them up, and, wearing nothing but her bikini panties, walked through the house and dumped them all into the trash container. She flipped her middle finger at the discarded panties, and waggled her skimpily covered ass back to the bedroom, where she slipped into a pleated skirt that swirled about her hips and thighs when she twisted, and a tight blouse that stretched across her straining, naked tits. Stepping into high heels, she felt ready to greet her son when he returned.
Roger had found his cousin, brought her home with him. Carol found herself seeing Ginger in a different way now that she knew what Roger had been doing with her. Her niece was a lovely bundle of sweetness, with big, expressive eyes that had a smoldering quality. Ginger was a year younger than Roger, yet seemed to exude a sexual nature quite unusual in a girl so young.
The tight sun suit Ginger had on molded her sweet, saucy little ass to perfection, showing the tight and compact curve of each asscheek. Her slim thighs were a golden tan, very smooth looking. For tits, there were two small bulges where Ginger's nipples were, nothing more. Carol looked for a panty line on the sun suit but didn't see one. The idea that her niece was naked beneath the sun suit sent a quiver along the puffy, hairy lips of her own cunt.
Roger must have said something to Ginger, Carol felt. The little girl was quieter than usual, sitting with her hands folded in her lap, looking around with her big eyes. Carol felt tension in the room as she sat next to her niece. The tension, she knew, came from not knowing what and how much Roger had told Ginger, and if Ginger was going to cooperate with them.
The answer came when Ginger rested her palm on Carol's knee, peeking up with pretended bashfulness at her, a tiny smile starting on her lovely, moist mouth. Roger was standing, facing them, grinning from ear to ear as he watched and waited. Carol glanced at her son, then at her niece.
"Aunt Carol!" Ginger cried softly, and squeezed Carol's knee.
"God!" Carol moaned and placed her hand on top of Ginger's. She pressed Ginger's palm against her knee, then slipped it upward on her thigh, barely beneath her pleated akin.
"Ooooo, Aunt Carol," Ginger whispered, turning her face up to Carol, her young eyes swimming, slightly unfocused.
Carol trembled, unable to keep her hands off her niece. She rested her palm on a naked thigh and slowly stroked, feeling the creamy sweetness of Ginger's flesh. The skin felt hot and buttery smooth and she pressed her fingers between her niece's thighs. Ginger gurgled with pleasure, and flung her knees wide apart.
Roger fumbled with his pants, and pulled his cock out. Carol turned to look at him, her eyes dancing with heat. She ran her tongue over her lips as she moved her hand inquisitively toward her niece's little cunt. Roger stroked his cock, watching his mother and cousin.
"Ooo, look at Roger!" Ginger giggled.
"I see," Carol purred, her hands shaking. She had never felt a pussy other than her own before, and she was so anxious to do it, her cunt was bubbling. She felt her panties turning wet as her pussy began to seep those slippery, hot juices.
"Feel her up, Mother!" Roger said in a strange, cracking voice. "Feel Ginger's pussy, Mother."
Carol looked at Ginger. The little girl was gazing up at her, those eyes enormous, expressing a willingness to be felt up. Ginger nodded her head, a slight up and down movement. Her knees were very wide now. Her small fingers were digging into her aunt's thigh halfway to her crotch.
Carol's fingers were shaking as she moved her hand higher. She gasped as she made contact with her niece's crotch. She could feel the steaming heat through the material of the sunsuit.
With a soft cry, Carol shot her other arm around Ginger's small shoulders and pulled her tight.
Roger saw his mother's lips close against those of his cousin. Seeing them kissing so hungrily sent his cock to throbbing up and down, beads of clear liquid dripping from his piss hole. He squeezed his cock with excitement, breathing heavily with visual delight.
Carol parted her lips and thrust her tongue into her niece's mouth. She was surprised and delighted when Ginger began to suck with a strong, wild greediness. Carol rubbed her hand up and down Ginger's crotch, feeling the wet heat that radiated out from that young cunt. Ginger twisted her small ass on the cushions, squirming and whimpering as she sucked at her aunt's darting, licking tongue.