Unknown - Mom gets it on

"Your mom's pretty good, too," Paul said helpfully. "I guess you know that, though."

"Do I ever," Jan giggled.

"How'd you get her going like that, anyway?" Paul asked. Jan was lathering his tight, muscular ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her warm soapy hands back there.

"Oh, sort of like this," Jan answered, sliding her fingers into his crack. "And a little like this," she added, grasping his half-hard cock with her other hand.

"Hmmm," he agreed. "I heard the vibrator going and couldn't figure out what it was. I thought I was going to cum in my pants when I saw what you were doing to her. You had your finger clear up her…"

"Just like you had your cock up her ass that afternoon," Jan observed. "Just like this," she added, twisting her soap-slick finger into his asshole.

"Unnnhhh!" Paul grunted as he felt his shit chute being invaded by her probing digit. "Christ, that feels good!"

"Thought you'd like it," Jan said cheerily, drilling her finger further into his asshole, clasping her hand more tightly around his rigid cock.

Paul stood under the blast of water, feeling his asshole spasming around her finger.

"Wow," he groaned.

"Still think Mom's right about no sex between relatives?" Jan asked, wiggling her finger provocatively in his greasy socket.

"I don't know," Paul gr6aned. "Sure is a lot of fun. And a lot easier than having to go out and find a girl."

"You bet your bippy," Jan agreed. "Especially when you aren't old enough to date."

"What happens when we do start really dating?" Paul asked.

"Just broadens our horizons the way I figure," Jan answered.

"Yeah," Paul agreed through his haze of pleasure. "How late are they going to be out tonight, anyway?"

"Real late," Jan answered, leaving no doubt about what she had in mind.

"That's nice," Paul sighed. Her finger was slipping in and out of his asshole now.

"How'd you get the idea of tonguing my asshole?" she asked as the water streamed down around them.

"Just sort of came to me," he answered. "You liked it?"

"Uh-huh," she acknowledged. "Can I try it?" she asked.

"You can reach your own asshole?" he teased, his guts tensing as he thought about what it would feel like to have her tongue in his ass.

"Oh you, silly!"

"Go ahead."

"Okay," she breathed, pulling her finger out of

his ass. Releasing his cock, she knelt behind him in the shower. He felt her hands clutch his ass cheeks, spread them apart. He bent over slightly, leaned against the wall.

Her breath burning his backside as she neared her goal. Her lips touched him and he flinched. His asshole clenched, then relaxed.

For a long time there was only that, as if she were building her courage. Then, so delicately he couldn't believe it, came the slithery, probing touch of her tongue. He sucked in his breath. It felt fantastic.

She pushed harder, and he fought to admit her buggering tongue. His asshole relaxed, and he felt her tongue dig inward, pry the slack muscle open a fraction of an inch. Then it clenched defensively. He relaxed it again and she pressed her tongue deeper. It was sensational! It felt like a worm was pushing its way into his body. No wonder she had gone mad when he had done it to her. And, at the same time he had been doing it, she was being eaten by her mother!

Paul spread his legs farther and bent over more to give her better access to his asshole. He could feel her breath in hot gusts burned his ass as she panted. He glanced down at his dangling, bloated cock. He could see her naked body between his legs. Her face was hidden by his swaying balls. But her tits were visible. Her nipples were protruding anxiously. Her thighs were squeezed together, so he could only see a tiny triangular patch of golden hair.

She released her grip on his ass cheeks and snaked a hand in between his legs. He watched her grope blindly for his cock, locate it, and curl her fingers around it. She began to pump his shaft as she drilled her tongue farther up

into his ass. He was already spasming as if he were cumming. But there wasn't any thick, creamy gush of jism. It was a crazy, totally unexpected reaction to her invasion of his asshole.

Jan showed no signs of wanting to end the fun. She continued to drive her tongue into his restricting anal ring. Then he felt her tongue tip actually teasing his rectal walls, squirming around in his ass like a live animal! His cock throbbed as her dainty hand stroked and pumped it. Her fingers slid on the coating of soap, formed a fake cunt. She pulled his cock downward, and the strain on its foundations increased his already incredible pleasure.

Paul felt her tongue squirm in his ass again, and, suddenly, his orgasm was inevitable. He was going to cum. The jism forced its way around the bend she had put in his cock. The thick liquid felt like boiling acid as it powered past the kink. His asshole began convulsing madly in time with the driving pumping of his prostate. His cock jerked with every gooey shot. She kept rubbing and stroking it with her soapy hand. He saw thick, gooey cum burst from the tip in big globs, drop to the floor of the shower, and be swirled down the drain by the streaming water. Spurt after spurt joined the raging torrent, spiraled counter-clockwise toward the gaping maw of the drain.

Her hand kept pumping his cock and her tongue kept probing his ass. Finally his pleasure became an agonizing ache of carnal exhaustion and he had to tell her to stop. Her tongue left his ass and her hand left his cock. He slumped wearily against the wall.

"Christ!"

"Let me under the shower," Jan said, pushing past him. She let the hot spray slash her face, pour into her mouth.

"Did that bother you?" he asked, wondering if she would have continued if it had.

"No, not really," she answered. "Whew. Thought I was going to smother, though. But I liked it."

"So did I," Paul told her.

"I didn't get to turn," she said. "What are you going to do about that?"

"Why don't I start by washing you?" he asked. "Okay," she agreed, arching her body toward him.

After lathering his hands, Paul let them slide down her front. Her tits, soft, warm mounds, were a pleasure to wash. Her nipples were rubbery points that yielded, then sprang out more erect and alert than ever. Her flesh molded to his palms, slid along his fingers.

"Still think Mom is right?" Jan asked, returning to the subject they had been discussing.

"Maybe not," Paul acknowledged, stroking a wave of lather down her belly.

"I think she's wrong."

"So? What can we do about it?" he asked. He coated her back with soap, then turned her gently. She rotated obediently. It was as if she had no will of her own.

"I don't know," Jan admitted. "Have to think about it."

Paul stopped washing her.

"No, don't stop," she protested. "I'll think while you're doing me."

"Sorry," he apologized, returning to his task. He knelt, and ran soapy hands down her sleek legs. She didn't shave, and had no real need to do

so because of the fineness of her blonde hair. He was astonished at how nice her legs were, how well shaped, how firm and trim, how evenly tanned. He wondered if a woman's body would ever cease to be a source of wonder to him. He doubted he would ever tire of exploring Jan's graceful form. He thought, too, of how it would change over the years. Right now it was youthful, immature. Her waist was still a little large when compared to her developing bust and hips. Someday, her tits would be fuller and softer. Her hips would swell, her thighs round out more.

Still kneeling, he turned her again and stroked the front of her thighs with his lathered hands. His face was inches from her pussy. There, he supposed, the hair would thicken and spread. Now it was very fine, curly, golden, and limited to her mound and cunt lips. Probably it would darken, too. But now, all it did was mist the pink slit of wet pussy.