Unknown - Mom gets it on

Delicately, he spread her folds and examined her inner petals. The little nubbin of her clit peeped bashfully from under its hood. A gentle touch and it emerged, seeking the pleasure he had to offer.

Abandoning her clit, he explored lower. He spread her feet so he could see better. There was the tiny orifice of her piss-hole. He touched it, and it winked at him. And then, lower still, there was the flower of her cuntal opening. It was rimmed with flushed pink petals. He put his thumb in the warm opening and slid it slowly up into her. Her hips rocked forward in response, giving him a better angle into her cunt. He drove his thumb deep, felt her hot walls hug it. He pumped in and out and was rewarded with a thick, slick flow of

lubricant.

Jan was making funny noises way deep in her throat now. Obviously, she was enjoying what was being done to her cunt. He wondered if she was really thinking-not that it mattered. He looked up, but couldn't see her expression because she had her head tipped back. The water ran down her face, poured in shining rivulets down her chest, divided to go around her tits, rejoined, then streamed over her cunt and her thighs.

He withdrew his thumb from her cunt and probed between her thighs in search of the next opening. It was closer to her cunt than he had thought it would be. He delicately probed the tight entrance to her bowels. She sighed in reaction.

He took the time to lather his finger, then pressed it slowly up into her asshole. The ring of muscle resisted, then yielded, then closed around his finger like a tourniquet. The soap making his entry easy, he drilled his finger deep into her ass.

He had used his longest finger as a matter of course. Now he realized that his thumb was perfectly positioned to probe her cunt at the same time. He pressed up into her cunt, and got a grip on her like she was a bowling ball.

"Oh, yeah," she breathed, the words bubbling through the water pouring over her mouth.

Paul pumped his thumb in her cunt with a flicking motion. Then he extracted his finger from her asshole and slid it back in. He was astonished that he felt the motion of his finger with his thumb, and the motion of his thumb with his finger. The partition separating her channels was that thin and pliable.

He began moving his hand so his thumb and finger moved in opposite directions in her two holes. Jan began to squirm her hips crazily and then.

stopped, because she couldn't find a movement that was complimentary to bath motions in her crotch. So she spread her legs farther and bent her knees to give him more room.

Paul had an idea that he was sure his cousin would like. With his free hand, he spread the upper point of her cunt lips and located the pink pearl of her clitoris. It was aroused and alert. Leaning forward, Paul brought his mouth in contact with it. He thought for a moment that Jan was going to collapse on top of him.

"GAWD!" she bellowed. She reached out and braced herself against the wall.

Encouraged, Paul sucked on her clit, trapped it between his lips and tongued it. At the same time, he was still squirming his thumb and finger wildly in her cunt and asshole. The only primary erogenous zone he couldn't cover was her tits.

Evidently, what he was doing to her was enough. She was practically dancing over him as he ate her clit and finger-fucked her ass and cunt. He changed the motion of his hand, drew both thumb and finger out and rammed them back in at the same time. Jan jumped and jerked crazily, tearing her clit out of his clasping lips. He captured it again and continued his assault. A hand brushed his head, then fluttered away, seeking some stability in

a world gone mad with lust.

Paul kept at it until Jan was reduced to a shuddering heap and her cunt was spasming around his thumb. Her asshole knotted and unknotted around his driving finger. Her clit retreated into her body.

"Aah-ah-aaahhh!" Jan wailed. Her voice echoed wildly from the hard walls of the small enclosure.

"ENOUGH!" she finally yelled, shoving at his head, driving him away from her clitoris. "Enough!" she begged.

Paul gathered his wits and pulled his hand from her streaming crotch, and sucked in the steamy shower air. He had experienced a crazy psychological orgasm of his own as he had brought the girl off. He had gone a little crazy from what he was doing.

"Sorry," he panted apologetically as he scrambled to his feet.

"Oh, wow! Don't apologize," she wheezed. "My God, that was far out!"

"Really?"

Jan nodded weakly. "Know what I'm going to do someday?"

"What?"

She took a deep breath. "Someday, I'm going to take three cocks at once. One in my cunt, one in my asshole, and one in my mouth."

"Sounds crazy," Paul commented as he washed his hands.

"Maybe, but it's the only thing left crazier than what you just did to me," Jan informed him. "I thought it was pretty crazy with both you and Kenny going at me the other day, but this even beat that!"

Paul was pleased with her reaction. "Did you get any thinking done?" he teased.

"No," she said honestly. "Hey, if we don't get out of this shower, we're going to look like prunes.

"Huh. A prune should be lucky enough to look like you," Paul snorted.

"You say the sweetest things," she said as she dried his back for him.

"Well, you are pretty," he insisted.

"Thank you. You're not bad yourself."

"Really?"

"Really"

Paul felt himself glowing stupidly and turned to hang up the towels.

"Come on, I'm hungry," Jan said, opening both bathroom doom to let the damp air out.

"Hey, don't you want this?" he asked, holding up her nightie.

"Why?"

"You're naked," he noted, then felt foolish.

"No kidding," she responded in a tone that dripped sarcasm. "Come on, silly, it's our own house, after all."

Confused, and a little embarrassed, Paul let the nightie drop. He left his own clothes on the floor and followed her to the kitchen. She was standing in front of the open refrigerator, chewing thoughtfully on her thumb as she inspected the contents.

As they stuffed themselves with cookies and ice cream, Paul kept looking at her tits. She noticed, and stuck her chest out.

"What are we going to do about Lil?" he asked. Jan frowned.

"I don't know."

"You said you've done things with Uncle Joe," Paul observed.

"Uh-huh. I seduced him," she said proudly. "What did he say?"

"Not much, while I was seducing him." She giggled.

"Well, what did he say afterward?"

"About the same thing Mom did."

"Then I seduced him again, and he stopped bitching about it." She snickered.

"Stop saying that!"

"Saying what?"

"Oh-uh, sorry."

"Anyway, Dad was worried about Mom. He doesn't know about you and Mom. I didn't know about it then, either," Jan continued. "But then I saw you ass-fuck Mom, and I knew he didn't need to worry about her."

"But we do," Paul observed.

"Because she doesn't know about me and Dad," Jan noted.

"What do you think she'd do if she found out about you and your father?"

Jan licked her spoon off carefully. "What can she say?" she said at last. "After all, look what she's done with you and me, for that matter."

"Hmmmm," Paul mused.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Jan asked.

"What are you thinking?"

Jan took a deep breath, which did exciting things to her chest. "I think, that if Mom saw me and Dad making it, it would put the kabosh on all her objections."

"Just what I was thinking," Paul agreed.

"On the other hand," Jan pointed out carefully, "it might screw things up completely! Mom might go off the deep end."

"Go nuts, you mean?"

"Something like that. What do you think?"

"I think maybe you're right," Paul said morosely, seeing no way out of their dilemma.