Grace Wilkinson - Family night

When each of them had finally reached the window, and were standing directly outside, MaryAnn was the first to look in. She saw her mother's big double bed in the center of the room, bathed in the lamplight from the dresser. MaryAnn's heart skipped a beat, and she drew her brother closer so he could see. Just a few feet away lay their beautiful, young mother, completely nude, stretched out on the bed. They both gulped and stared, bug-eyed as they saw the entire scene in its minutest details.

Laura's head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed angelic features, contorted in a mask of ecstasy. The children might not have recognized her if they didn't know better! Don was kneeling between her naked legs, as they spread widely apart on the bed, and he was running his lips moistly up and down her exquisitely proportioned body. They could see wet traces along her cream-like skin, where his tongue had lovingly passed. Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high and hard as his mouth sucked upon them, then he began to move downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering belly. Hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach, and then down toward her inner thighs. Laura writhed beneath his caresses with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his sandy colored hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft glistening pussy.

Both Rick and MaryAnn leaned forward, holding on the window pane for dear life. MaryAnn felt her knuckles aching from the pressure she was exerting to keep herself raised on tip-toes in order to see in the window. Beside her she heard her brother's breath coming in harsh gasps. She could not move. She wanted to run away screaming, but she could not. It wasn't a movie she was watching now… it was real life! It was her mother and new father! She tried to blot out the lewd sight before her, but couldn't. She had to watch. She was hypnotized by this obscene performance, yet she knew she ought to leave… and her younger brother… what must Rick be thinking? She wished desperately that she had never proposed this horrid idea. But it was too late now! She remained glued to the spot.

Beside her, Rick trembled and bit his lips. The nude body of his mother was presented to his wondering eyes in all its glory. Never again would he have trouble imagining a woman's body! His mother was absolutely beautiful, he thought as he gazed admiringly at the enchanting figure spread out on the bed before him. It was like watching some strange pagan ritual in the adventure stories he read… where they sacrificed the beautiful woman on an altar. Only this was of course different. His mother's torment, he knew was acutely pleasurable to her, despite her pained expression… and somehow even though he felt a distinct feeling of hatred toward Don, his mind was able to detach itself from these feelings and to concentrate solely upon his mother and upon her rapture.

Don had gotten his new wife so excited that she lay back, her mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into the void. Now Don positioned himself between her lovely thighs, his face within moments of touching her soft curling pubic hair. Laura's belly rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation, as Don's hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping below into the moist area of her already wet pussy.

MaryAnn and Rick jumped slightly, and then clung to each other, as they watched Don's fingers separate the outer lips of their mother's moistly shining cunt. The soft and cushiony hair-lined flesh spread slowly apart, exposing the moist coral pink interior of their mother's sensitive pussy, from the small budding nib of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her seeping vagina.

Brother and sister felt a tremor of disbelief racing between them, when their stepfather's head dropped down and his long pushing tongue slipped out to graze against the upright little nub of nerves at the very top of their mother's warm wet cunt. Laura's whole body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this searing contact at her most vulnerable place. Her long legs flexed upward and she clamped them together around her husband's head, letting the soft inner flesh of her full thighs imprison his face in a soft trap. Her hips started a slow up-and-down motion to meet his flicking tongue. Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a startling fit of sexual agony.

MaryAnn's mouth dropped open. Never in her fourteen years had she even dreamed of such a thing, nor had anything like that been hinted at thus far in any of the movies she had seen. She became more and more disturbed as she watched her mother's body twisting lewdly beneath the prolonged sucking down between her widespread legs. The whole scene took on an aura of unreality, and although she knew that she and her brother were there… standing outside the bedroom window, she seemed to lose all sense of time and space, as weird images danced in her head and strange sensations traversed her youthful body. For some reason, she began to identify with her mother… hadn't they been so close for so many years…? Right up until the time she had met and decided to marry Don? Everything that was happening to her mother seemed, mysteriously, to be happening to her, as though she were connected to her mother by an invisible bond.

Involuntarily, her own young torso began to sway rhythmically against her brother's, in rhythm to her mother's squirming underneath Don's lewdly positioned tongue. She seemed to feel in her own untested pussy, the same nerve shattering lickings that her mother was experiencing.

Unconsciously, Rick was swaying with her, his thirteen-year-old mind and body seething with desire. His sister's warmth inflamed him and as she pushed softly against him, his penis rose slowly in his pants, and he felt ripples of pleasure wherever his body touched hers. Almost without thinking, he moved a little bit behind her, still watching the depraved bedroom scene over her shoulder… for although he was younger, he was already taller than MaryAnn. He could feel the length of his sister's back against his body, the soft bulge of her firm round young buttocks pushing against his hardening penis. He rubbed up against her, letting the hard rod press between her dungaree clad thighs from behind. When she did not move to stop him, he continued, too lust ridden by now to stop. His arms went around her waist, and he pulled her a little backwards toward his young lean body. He felt a shiver pass through her body, and encouraged, he boldly passed his hand upward toward her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them and holding them hard beneath his trembling fingers.

Surprisingly, MaryAnn squirmed backwards, smashing her small pliant buttocks against his cock with a hard urgent motion. He heard her gasp as the full stiffness of his cock jerked against her.

MaryAnn felt she was in a dream. The imperative messages of pleasure she was getting from her body were impossible to ignore. Her brother's touches had only seemed the fulfillment of her subconscious wishes… and now all remnants of her earlier desire to run away had faded. Impulsively, she turned from the window and threw her arms around her brother's neck, pulling him toward her trembling body, as she sought out his moist and frightened lips. They kissed passionately, each feeling that the other represented at once salvation and downfall.

Tears were streaming down both their faces, as they clung helplessly together, feeling the tingling sparks fly between them, as their young bodies pressed hard into each other.

"Oh, Rick! Oh, Rick," she cried softly, kissing his cheek. She could feel his young cock pulsing harder against her belly now and she felt a little faint.

"MaryAnn…" Rick replied, his voice a tremulous whisper. He could hardly believe that his dream was coming true. "Let's get down on the grass!"