"He did see, though, didn't he?"
"Sure… how could he miss," Tami giggled again. "I mean, Mother, you just sat there and spread your knees that way. Why, it was all showing!"
"What did… what does he say about it?"
"I think he likes it, seeing you," Tami replied.
Linda was disappointed. She had hoped her son would be more aggressive about this. It was not in her nature to instigate such things. "Did you and he… well, you know. After you left the bathroom, I saw you and your brother go to his room. Did you and he… like in the woods?"
Tami giggled again, placing her hand on her mother's thigh. Her warm hand rested just below the hem, and Linda shivered. "You mean, did Greg fuck me again, Mother?" she asked bluntly.
For just a moment, Linda felt embarrassed, but she fought it off. Yes, she whispered. "That's what I mean."
"He fucked me," Tami giggled. "He fucked me too!"
Hearing the words her daughter said sent a stab of pleasure racing about her pelvis. She began to breathe faster, her breasts lifting and falling. She placed her hand atop her daughter's, there on her thigh. "Did you tell him what I did, with you… in the bathroom?"
Her eyes shining brightly, a big smile on her face, Tami nodded.
"What did he say about that?"
"He doesn't believe me."
Tami ran her hand under her mother's skirt, sliding it along the warm thigh, her fingers between them. She fondled up and down, feeling her mother grow warm. Without hesitation, she slipped her fingers high, and Linda opened her bees. Tami brushed at her mother's cunt hair, then gently rubbed the clit. They gazed at each other, both with a smile of anticipation.
Linda placed her arm around her daughter's shoulders and drew her close, their lips pressing together. It was a long kiss, a heated kin. Tami's small tongue darted out, and Linda sucked gently at it, then harder as her passion flared. Tami, with her tongue in her mother's mouth, slipped her finger up Linda's cunt and began to fuck in and out. Linda twisted her bottom on the seat, whimpering in pleasure. She ran her hand over Tami's lightly concealed breasts, squeezing each in turn. Slipping the halter down, she exposed the flawless, spongy breasts, and twisted the rigid nipples gently.
The shuffle of Greg's feet broke them apart.
He stood just in the doorway, looking at his mother and sister. Tami grinned at her brother. Linda pulled her daughter's finger out of her pussy and placed the hand on her thigh. Her eyes moved down his body, and she saw the delicious lump there.
Greg slipped into the opposite seat, staring at his mother. Linda twisted nervously, then said in a hesitant voice, "Let me out, Tami."
Tami stood up, the halter dangling about her small waist, her breasts invitingly naked. Linda slipped from the seat and moved on shaking legs to the sink. They had stacked their dinner dishes there, and she began to wash them. She felt excited, but could not look at her son right now. He had seen them kissing, saw her fondle Tami's breasts, and he knew she had sucked his sister's cunt. It was out now, there were no secrets, and still she felt unable to look at him. She had seen his cock in his pants, the way it bulged out, and knew her son was half hard as he stood there, looking at them.
She heard Tami and Greg whispering softly, but the words did not come to her clearly. She shifted her feet about, her breath catching in her throat and making her gasp.
"…if you wanna see," she heard Tami say.
She felt a movement behind her, and shivered. Then the warm hand of Tami was caressing her bottom. Linda's heart beat swiftly, and she stopped washing the plate in her hand. She gazed straight ahead, out the window at the sink, her lips parted and nostrils flaring.
Linda felt her skirt being lifted behind, and she shivered again. Tami was raising her skirt, exposing her naked ass to Greg.
"See?" she heard her daughter say. "No panties."
Tami held her mother's skirt high, and Linda knew her naked ass was fully revealed to her son. Knowing he was looking at it sent trembles of delight throughout her, and she shook slightly. She stood very still, breathing deeply, waiting.
She felt Tami's warm little hand caress her naked buttocks, and she shifted from foot to foot.
Greg gazed at his mother's naked bottom, his cock throbbing in full hardness now. The flesh was smooth, without a blemish, round and alluring. The crack between her ass-cheeks tantalized him, and he rubbed at his cock as his sister fondled Linda's ass.
"I told you Mother didn't mind," Linda heard her daughter saying. "I told you, didn't I?"
"Yeah," she heard her son grunt.
Just knowing that her son was staring at her naked made Linda's pussy swell and pulsate. She felt Tami's finger tracing up and down the crack of her ass, then a warm palm cupped a check, squeezing it.
"Wanna feel it, Greg?" Tami asked. "Wanna feel Mother's ass? Come on and touch it. It's nice and round and warm."
Linda waited, holding her breath, hoping that Greg would do it. But he didn't.
"Afraid?" Tami said. "Turn around, Mother. Let Greg see your pussy."
She let her daughter's hands turn her, and she stood facing her son now. She kept her eyes lowered shyly as Tami held her dress high. She could feel her son's eyes burn on her body.
Greg gazed at the thick bush of his mother's pubic hair, and his cock throbbed powerfully. Linda lifted her eyes just enough to see him rubbing at it, and she wished he would pull it out, wanting to see it again. As if understanding she heard her daughter say, "Take your cock out, Greg. There isn't any reason to hide it now, is there? Come on, take your prick out and let us see it."
Linda watched her son pull the zipper of his pants, then his cock was free. Her breathing increased as she gazed at it, seeing the smoothly swollen head, dripping already, the thick shaft.
"Come on and touch her," Tami urged her brother. "Mother won't mind if you feel her up will you, Mother? You don't care if Greg feels your pussy, do you?"
Linda heard herself saying, as if from a distance, "No… I don't mind."
Greg was on his feet, his cock waving proudly as he approached. He stood before his mother and moved his hand to her cunt… Linda trembled as he caressed the soft hair, then slipped his hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy.
Then Tami lifted her mother's hand, and Linda found herself gripping hot son's cock. She was amazed at the thickness of it, the power that throbbed there. Slowly, without her daughter's urgings, she began to jack her son's cock back and forth, squeezing it tightly in her fist. It was like a dream to Linda, some dream that was unreal. But it was real, she was jacking her son's cock, he was feeling her cunt, and her daughter was standing there next to her, her pretty breasts revealed and watching with huge, excited eyes.
She felt Tami's hands on the buttons of her dress, then the dress was sliding down, pooling at her feet. Linda stood in beautiful nakedness before her two children, shy but excited. Her hand continued to jack Greg's cock, the dress dangling from her wrist.
Greg brought his other hand up and began to fondle her breasts, tweaking the nipple, causing Linda to groan with desire. Her daughter caressed the other tit, one hand rubbing about her trembling ass. Greg's cock seemed to grow harder in her fist, and she began to pump on it faster. He was seeping, and the juices burned her palm.
"What…" she whispered softly, "what are you going to do… with me?"
Tami grinned. "Greg wants to fuck you, Mother."
"He… does?"
She felt her son's finger slip up her twat and in and out and she held his prick tightly, whimpering with passion. She knew her children could guide her, control her, make her do anything they wanted. She was helpless in their hands.
"Get down, Mother," Tami urged, pulling at her. "Get down on the floor and let him fuck you!"
Linda dropped to her knees, then sprawled onto her back. She lay limp and loose, staring at her son's cock. She watched dreamily as he let his pants fall and stepped from them. His balls were so lovely, she thought, with that wiry hair. Her daughter was on her knees at her side, spreading her thighs wide.