"Shhhh," Greg hissed, poking his sister in the ribs.
"Something funny, Tami?" Linda asked.
"No, I just thought about something, that's all." Pretending she was unaware, Linda twisted on the stool let her knees come wide apart. She gazed off into the distance, hooking one heel on the rung of the stool.
Tami and her brother stared up their mother's long thighs, looking right at her hairy twat. Then, Linda dropped her foot and stood up. Without looking at her children, she left the room. She was shaking badly. It was done; she had deliberately allowed them to see her coat… and they had not responded. At least not the way she had wanted them to.
Surely, she thought as she went to her room, they knew how she felt. They had seen her with their own eyes, at least Tami was aware of her pecking at them in the woods. Now, she had gone out of her way to expose herself to them, did everything but scream her readiness. But they didn't take her up on it. Maybe they didn't like her – thought her perverse and strange. She had certainly snapped at them enough to make them hate her.
As she paced her bedroom, ringing her hands nervously, Tami and Greg stayed behind.
"I think she did it on purpose," Tami said. "I don't know, Tami," Greg was doubtful.
"Maybe we just never noticed it before. Maybe Mom goes around without panties all the time and we've just never seen it."
"Well," Tami said, "I'm gonna find out, just the same."
"How?" he questioned.
"I don't know, but I'm gonna find out. I think Mother would like to screw you, Greg."
"You're crazy!"
"I don't think I am," Tami said.
"Look how she's been with us, always yelling, mad about something," he reminded her. "That's no way to get a guy, is it?"
"You're not a guy," Tami said. "You're her son. There's a difference."
"You don't make any sense, Tami," he said. "If Mother was interested in me, that way, she, wouldn't be yelling at me all the time."
"What would she do, then?" Tami asked. "She'd… I don't know."
"What about just now?" Tami smiled. "Showing it to us. Maybe that's how she's asking."
"You're full of shit, Tami," Greg said, still unconvinced.
"Maybe, but I'm gonna find out, just the same."
"How?" he asked again.
"I don't know, but I will."
She got up, flouncing her cute bottom from the room. Going to her own bedroom, Tami got clean clothes, then went to the bathroom. She wasn't sure how she could find out if her mother was doing these things deliberately or not, but she felt it was true. She stripped herself and crawled into the shower, turning the water on. She soaped herself, then rinsed. She was standing there naked, drying herself, when the door opened.
Linda stepped into the bathroom, stopping short. She stared at her naked daughter. "Oh! I didn't know you were in here, Tami." Her voice shook as she looked at the small, perfect breasts, the triangle of curly hair, the long thighs. "I came to get the dirty clothes. I have to wash and…"
She stopped talking.
Tami stood looking back at her mother. She saw Linda shiver slightly, and the place her mother looked upon was obvious to her. A bit worried, but determined to find out if her mother had revealed her cunt to them deliberately, she stepped from the tub and dropped the towel. Anticipating a burst of anger from her mother, she lifted her hands and cupped her breasts, gazing steadily into her mother's face. She squeezed the breasts, then caressed down her stomach, through the curling hair and her hips.
"Oh!" Linda yelped, watching.
Tami smiled, her lips quivering, and sat upon the toilet. Warily watching her mother, ready to give some excuse, she opened her legs wide, and traced the tips of her fingers along her inner thighs, clan to her exposed pussy.
Linda watched the fingers, her fists clenched at her sides, breathing harshly, her breasts heaving up and down. As her daughter began to stroke lightly at her clit, Linda gasped and made a whimpering sound deep in her throat. A girl had never appealed to her before, but something was happening to her, to her body. She was responding to what her daughter was doing. Her pussy twitched hotly as she saw Tami slowly press a finger up her cunt, and her eyes burned with hot desire.
Linda began inching her short skirt upwards. Tami watched her mother's thighs being revealed, then the thick cunt hair was exposed… Linda held her skirt to her waist, and still staring at her daughter's finger thrusting wantonly in and out of her pussy now, spread her feet on the floor and, moaning, stabbed a finger into her boiling cunt.
"Oh, Mother!" Tami murmured, her voice hot.
"Tami… oh, God, Tami!"
They gazed as they finger-fucked, then Linda withdrew her finger. She moved on weak legs to stand in front of her sitting daughter. Tami looked up at her mother, no longer wary now, but excited. Linda still held her dress about her waist.
"Mother, are you gonna…" Tami breathed, rubbing at her inflamed clitoris. "Mother, do it for me!"
"Oh, baby!" Linda wailed, dropping to her knees before her daughter. She placed her palms on Tami's thighs, her fingers digging into the hot flesh. Her eyes gleamed brightly, her tongue flicking at suddenly dry lips. "What is wrong? What is happening with us?"
"It's all right, Mother," Tami whispered softly, stroking her mother's cheek. "It's all right."
There was an overpowering desire that flooded Linda's wins, a desire to kiss that pretty pussy, the cunt of her own daughter. She struggled against it, slowly losing. With a sob, she buried her face into Tami's lap, her hands sliding along the warm hips. She kissed the warm flesh of Tami's stomach, just below the dimpled navel. She felt her daughter caressing the back of her head, and she whimpered like a lost, beaten animal.
"It's all right, Mother," Tami continued to whisper. "It's all right."
Linda shivered violently. Her mind whirled insanely. She was caught in the grip of an overwhelming erotic force that she could not understand. So much had happened in just two days, more than she could cope with. She felt compelled to do wicked things, deliciously wicked things.
She lifted her face, gazing up at Tami. Her eyes were wet with tears, but whether they were tears of shame, disgust, or sheer happiness, Linda didn't know. She stroked her fingers over Tami's quivering stomach, then along the inner sides of her slender thighs. She lowered her eyes to gaze once again at the prettiness of her daughter's cunt. Her hand trembled as she brought it close, paused.
"Touch me, Mother," Tami urged in a soft, excited voice. "It's all right if you do. I want you to touch me… there."
Watching her hand as though it belonged to someone else, Linda brushed the tip of one finger along a puffy cunt lip, traced it through the curly hair, down the other lip. She felt her daughter trembling. Very gently, she probed the tip of her finger against Tami's pulsing clitoris, then bent to rub lightly upon it.
"Ooooo," Tami crooned thickly. "Ohhhh, Mother! Ahhhh… oh, golly! Yes!"
Tami gripped her mother's wrist, slipped the extended finger downward, and Linda watched with pounding heart as her daughter inserted the finger between those warm, wet lips. Tami pressed her mother's finger into her cunt, held it tight for a moment, then began to push and pull on Linda's hand. Linda stared at her finger being thrust in and out of the sweet twat, aroused by the lewd sight.
"Do it, Mother!" Tami urged as she released her grip on Linda's wrist. "Do it to me!"
Linda gazed at her hand, but continued to move, her finger stabbing back and forth at her daughter's cunt. Her eyes became foggy, and she could hardly see. And her finger kept fucking, fucking.
Tami again held her mother's head, and she began to slowly pull Linda's face close. She murmured incoherently as she brought her mothers face close to her cunt. Linda felt the steaming heat of her daughter's pussy against her face, and her tongue fluttered over her lips, moistening them.