“Roughly speaking, yes.”
“Isn't that a little…” I couldn't find the word.
“Precipitate? Oh, probably,” said Mum. “I thought it was a good idea at the time, though, and still do. It's not only our sex lives that are at stake, you see, but the family itself. There's too much distance between all of us and I've grown tired of that. Perhaps sex will reunite us.”
“Boy,” I said, “that's really knocked me for a homer. It's like I never knew you! But I love your plan, Mum.”
“Good.” She downed her drink and slapped the glass down on the table as if to signify that the time for talking was over. Carl got up at once and approached her, a querying look on his face. “Yes, I'd say it was time,” she told him.
He took off his shirt and exposed his bronzed, muscular torso to her, pausing for a moment to make his biceps ripple suggestively. I shivered suddenly. The look in Mum's eyes was different from anything I'd ever seen there before… a sort of naked lust appeared, unabashed, the look of a woman who knows exactly what she wants and has had it many times. She leaned back in her chair, recrossing her legs with bravado, and held her glass up for him to get a refill. Carl took it over to the buffet, walking like a cat, his muscles rippling harmoniously along his powerful back. He did it deliberately, I could tell that. But it still thrilled me to watch him. I could just imagine him putting all that strength into fucking me-such a powerhouse!
He handed Mum her drink, lit a cigarette for her, then knelt down before her and began to caress one of her knees. She just sipped and smoked, gazing up toward the ceiling as though she was all by herself. Harry sat with his arms folded waiting for his cue. And Aunt Liz moved her chair closer to mine to watch the show.
The room fell silent Only the whisking sound of Carl's hands running over Mum's nylons could be heard. His hands were advancing along her thighs but very carefully, inch by inch; and when he moved up too far too soon Mum leaned down and slapped his wrists severely. “Take your time!” she said. Carl retreated to her knees, bending his head ruefully. Slowly, ever so slowly, his big strong hands began the journey up her thighs once more, caressing and kneading, working into Mum's ample flesh, moving her dress out of the way at the same time. I pinched myself to make sure I was fully awake. She was so cool, so controlled! Where had the domestic drudge gone?
Carl's hands had disappeared under her skirt I figured he had to be feeling up her pussy but it was hard to be sure. Mum's face gave no indication of anything. He began to kiss her knees, looking somewhat abject in that position. Nonchalantly, Mum uncrossed her legs and set both feet down on the ground with quite a bit of space between them In spite of this lascivious position, she remained aloof. She extinguished her cigarette and snapped her fingers at Harry, who hurried over to light another one for her. Instead of returning to the couch, though, he remained standing by her side. And Mum, with all the ease of a housewife checking the texture of a cucumber, reached out and fondled his balls through his pants.
I looked over at Aunt Liz, but she gave me no comfort. She sat forward, her elbows on her knees, her face resting on her hands, completely absorbed in the low-key ceremony. Carl had his head under Mum's dress now and was moving right along. The bulge under her dress moved from side to side, approaching her crotch with steady sureness, and Mum just sat there smoking and fondling, her eyes half-closed as though she was dozing off.
As though a signal had been given, Harry and Carl suddenly changed position. They stood at either side of her and helped her up out of her chair. Mum stood up straight and allowed them to undress her. They worked quickly and deftly, undoing the buttons and zips, letting the dress slide down to around her ankles and pulling it away as she lifted her feet, folding it neatly over a nearby chair, and returning for her undergarments. Mum looked so good to me at that moment. In the curtain-filtered daylight her sensual body took on soft shades that emphasized her sexuality, the very aspect of her that I'd forgotten about Now I saw how she and her sister were very much alike, physically and mentally. In this erotic situation Mum carried herself with imperturbable poise. It was her territory, her specialty.
Harry unsnapped the catches of her bra and Carl took the garment by the cups and removed it reverently. Her tits sagged slightly under their own weight but they still had an upward slope to them and the nipples were hard and proud. Like her sister, Mum had put on a few extra pounds-but in all the right places. Her panties bulged with good solid meat rounded and one hundred percent woman! It became more difficult for me to sit still. The tight trousers of the men couldn't conceal their large erections, and, as if that wasn't exciting enough, Carl pressed his loins hard against Mum's ass and moved into her most suggestively.
Now Harry came around to the front and knelt down in front of Mum. His hands moved to the waistband of her panties and slowly his fingers curled over it to begin edging it down over her ass. Carl got down on his knees behind her and did the same. The tension in the room became almost palpable. I reached over to Aunt Liz and took hold of her hand, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. Mum seemed oblivious to it all. She smoked her cigarette and gazed out of the window as if admiring the garden. Her panties came down over the protruding buttocks and with a small groan Carl pressed his face against the beginning of her furrow to lavish it with kisses. Harry did the same to her belly, and when the first pubic hairs came into view he plucked at them with his lips. How could Mum stand it all? If I'd been her I would have crashed to the floor and begged them to fuck me! Aunt Liz's hand squeezed mine painfully. I looked at her and saw the first beads of sweat emerge from her brow. She chewed on her bottom Hp and her free hand moved nervously over her bosom. She caught my eye and motioned for me to come sit with her. I perched on her lap, leaning back with my head on her shoulder to make sure I wouldn't block her vision. Then the two of us returned our attention to Mum.
The panties were so far down that most of her pubic bush was showing. Both men nuzzled and licked, their hands moving the panties out of the way at snail's pace. Carl ran his tongue down her furrow over and over, lingering at the bottom only to go back up. And Harry sucked at her cunt, bringing out so much wetness that pretty soon her hair became matted and lay back like it was pomaded. The panties went down around her knees and that's where they stopped. Both men seized her by the ass and thighs and began to lick her in all seriousness. Mum showed the first sign of strain. When she took a drag on her cigarette her hand trembled noticeably. And her legs seemed to have less of a grip on the floor. She managed to drop the butt into the ashtray just in time to grab Harry's shoulders and support herself on him. That was the signal for the two men to take over completely.
With a quick motion of his hand, Harry tore the panties off her legs and threw them away over his shoulder. Then, seizing her ankles, he tipped her backwards and Carl caught her by the waist, laying her back so that her shoulders rested on the chair. Mum clung to the armrests as best she could, her head turning from side to side as the men dug in. Her legs were supported by Harry's shoulders and he had his face deep into her cunt, while his hands held her ass cheeks far apart so that Carl could titillate her asshole to the maximum. It was a wonderful sight, embellished considerably by Aunt Liz who'd managed to get her hand up my dress and her finger into my pussy without me noticing it. Only when she began to finger-fuck me did it penetrate.
One by one the men stood up and devoted some time to Mum's tits. They looked very appetizing, so big and soft, rolled back towards her armpits because her body was in such a curious position. Either Carl or Harry would desert his post for a few minutes just to nibble on her hard nipples, and to suck loudly like big babies, which drove Mum around the bend over and over. But then it was back to analingus or cunnilingus, certainly her super-favorite.