Jean was really feeling the effects of the drinks she had had and she was clinging rather close to me and occasionally we exchanged some kisses which were just that little bit more than a peck on the cheek between two sisters.
Whenever we embraced I could see from the corner of my eyes that Mother was watching us very closely, and it must have given her some indication about the things we could have done, and did, last night. Her imagination was running away with her, because she looked all excited and hungry for the same sort of kisses Jean and I were giving each other.
The poor woman was actually being pushed on the road of vice and her narrow-mindedness quickly disappeared. But I'm doing her injustice really to accuse her of being narrow-minded. The way she had been carrying on with herself and the priest when I still stayed at home, one couldn't really call her narrow-minded. But to me she still was-but that isn't really a comparison, is it? Now she was going to learn about lesbian lovemaking and incestuous lesbianism at that.
I decided to take matters in hand and help her along on this new road to pleasure.
“Are you sure you are feeling all right, Mother,” I asked in my sweetest voice. “You do look a little red and bothered in the face.”
“I'm feeling fine, Mitzy. It's just that I think it terribly hot in here. Don't you think so too?”
“I must confess, it's a bit warm in here, but I don't feel it so much and I'm sure Jean is just as comfortable as I am. After all, we are very lightly dressed. And you are still wearing those awful warm clothes. Why don't you change into something more comfortable, like I suggested before. Something like Jean and I are wearing-it will make you feel much better and cooler. You will enjoy yourself more…”
This time I knew my arguments were more successful. She couldn't resist any longer, and without protesting she stood up, left us, and went to her bedroom.
I quickly closed the windows as soon as she had left the room, the room now being lighted with an intimate and dimmed sort of light. My mother didn't show her surprise when she came back to the room and found the curtains drawn. She had put on a light housecoat, one I'm sure Father didn't know she had, looking much more comfortable and cool.
“You were so right, Mitzy,” she said, “this is much better. I feel much more comfortable. Could I have another glass of that lovely liqueur? It has certainly made me feel good and I think we are really going to enjoy ourselves today. It's already one of the nicest Sundays I have had for ages. I only think you are up to some real naughty things. I hope you know what you are doing…”
I filled her glass again and bringing it over to her, I seated myself on her lap… Turning my face to her I took good care to let my coat fall open, exposing my nude breasts… I think she had not thought I would be completely naked under my housecoat and seeing my bare tits right under her eyes she actually blushed and tried to look in another direction.
“Cover yourself, Mitzy dear,” she said. “You are all naked under your housecoat and your breasts are showing.”
“Well, what is so wrong about that,” I answered. “After all you are my mother and surely you have seen me nude before today. I don't think I have to be ashamed about my breasts. Don't you think they are beautiful? I love my breasts. I love to look at them, stroke them. It makes me feel all nice.”
“Of course you have beautiful breasts, my dear, but you are a grown woman now and it's not nice to talk about stroking your breasts. Your sister is also in the room and it is not decent to talk about those things.”
“Well, quite frankly, I haven't the faintest inclination to be decent. And you might just as well stop worrying about Jean here. She and I talked last night and I think she also takes after you. I love to be indecent, to tell you the truth,” I said, jumping from her lap. “I love to be as indecent as possible and I'm sure you have the same feelings. After all, I'm your daughter. Look at me, Mother dear, loot at your indecent daughter very closely. I'm going to show you how I feel like, how I want to be. You will join us in our indecency, in our vice, in our pleasure! Look at me, Mother, look at me and lose your inhibitions. I've lost mine and I'm happy about it. I love it all! Look at me!”
I opened my coat and throwing it from my shoulders I showed myself to my confused mother as naked as the day I was born. The poor woman almost choked in her drink and looked at me with bulging, burning eyes that almost popped out of her head. She was completely speechless, unable to utter a single word, her embarrassment increasing when my hotheaded little sister followed me by also throwing off her housecoat. Naked, the two of us stood in front of our mother. Due to our excitement, our bushes of cunt hairs glistening with little drops of spunky cunt-juice. We were getting quite randy indeed and my mother was feeling the same, although she didn't take any action herself. She was still speechless when Jean started to talk to her.
“Please, Mother,” she said, “take off your coat as well. Be naked with us, like Mitzy and I are. It will make you feel so wonderful, so lasciviously randy. We are all of the same stock, you, Mitzy and I. We are randy bitches and there is no need to deny it. Let your passions come to the surface. Live with them! Masturbate! Frig yourself! We know you like to do it. Mitzy has told me about it, how she saw you doing it-and in the presence of our parish priest while you sucked his cock! I'm going to suck a cock as well, one of these days. Come, Mother, do like Mitzy and me. Look, I'm already bringing my hand to my slit. I know you do it the same way in the afternoon, when you are taking your 'rest.' I've heard you.”
“Look at her, Mother,” I said. “Look at her and me. Look at what we are going to do. How good we are at it! How much we love it! Oh, I love it all, the obscenity of it-the three of us wanking… anything we can think of! There is so much we can do, and will do. All the things you have been dreaming about, I have been dreaming about. I have thought about this for such a long time. I knew you were going to fall for it, and you have already fallen for it. You can't stop yourself now. You have gone too far. It has made you too excited, too fucking randy. I know you will do anything now. For how long have you wished this to happen? You must have known I would be the same as you are, and Jean is too. She loves it all. The poor girl couldn't get enough of it last night. She had only been doing it alone, like you, but now there is no more need for that. We are three of us now and later on there will be the two of you, loving each other, doing it all together in your rooms — anywhere you can think of, in all possible ways. Let's do it all this afternoon. Let's make this a start of something wonderful, something you will enjoy for years to come! Look at us, Mother, we are already doing it. Let's give you a good view of our pussies, show you how we do it. You'll love to see us like this. And you are entitled to have a good look at our manipulations.”