Dan Pierce: Three-way family

"Me, too!" Greg shouted, gripping the sides of his sister's thighs.

Linda, her eyes slightly blurred, watched her children thrash in passion, fucking in a fury of desire. She thought she could hear the moist sounds of Tami's cunt as it sucked at Greg's cock.

"Ohhhhh." Tami squealed, slamming her crotch down hard against her brother's cock. "Greg… oh, Greg! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Linda saw her daughter's small body shuddering violently, the muscles of her flat stomach rippling. Her eyes closed and she had her head thrown back, her ponytails waging.

"Me… too!" Greg yelped, arching his hips upward, driving his cock deep into Tami's clutching cunt.

Linda, her breath caught in her throat, watched them in the ecstatic orgasm, her fingers thrusting furiously into her bubbling pussy. She was on the brink of coming, too, her ass wiggling in tight circles.

"Ohhhhh," Tami sighed as she slipped from her brother. "Greg, that was fantastic! I think I like your cock in me better than David's."

Linda said her small hand caress Greg's balls and she saw Tami lean over to kiss the now limp cock quickly. She was almost there, but then she found Tami and Greg looking her way.

With a soft cry, Linda jerked her hand from her cunt and, yanking her shorts halfway up, she whirled and darted away.

But she had not been fast enough.

"Mother?" Tami whispered to her brother. "Was that Mother?"

"I think so," Greg replied, sitting up. "Yes, look!"

They saw their mother running, her shorts at her thighs, her naked ass swaying as her legs churned.

"She saw!" Tami hissed. "She watched us fucking, Greg!"

"I know," he replied, pulling his pants on quickly. "We better get dressed, Tami. I think we're in trouble."

Tami smoothed her dress down, buttoned it over her breasts. "Greg," she said in a whispery voice, "I don't think so. Mother would have said something, but she didn't. I mean, she watched us screwing, and didn't stop it."

"I'm not so sure," he said, fear on his face.

"I am," Tami insisted. "Didn't you see her ass just now? She was watching us fuck, Greg, and she had her shorts down. I bet she was watching us and playing with herself."

But Greg was not convinced.

Back inside the house, Linda ran immediately to her room. She stripped away her still dangling shorts, removed her blouse, and pulled on a bright yellow summer dress. It was quite short on her, a dress she had not worn in some time. The style was no longer in, but only because of the short length.

Needing something to do, she sat at her dresser and brushed her long hair until it gleamed, thinking about what she had seen in the woods. She could still visualize her son's enormous cock, see the way Tami's pussy devoured it hungrily. It was such a beautiful cock, she thought, so much larger than she would have suspected. And Tami… her body was so lovely, so sweet. Linda realized she had not really been seeing her children. They were growing up, becoming young adults.

Her pussy continued to tingle and twitch as she let the vision burn into her mind. Pressing her thighs tightly together, she moaned softly with the pleasure it created. There was a slight flush on her lovely face, a flush not of shame or shyness now, but the flush of a tormenting inner heat. It seemed as if tiny bubbles kept bursting deep within her cunt, the way a glass of soft drink tickled her nose.

Linda thought her son and daughter had looked so beautiful, there in the woods, the sun burning down upon their nakedness.

She didn't know what had made them look in her direction. Maybe she had made some kind of sound, some noise, a moan. But in a way, Linda felt, it was exciting. If they had seen her running away, she realized, they would certainly have seen her gleaming white ass, naked. And, Linda thought suddenly, she didn't care. What did it matter now? They had seen her with David, saw her take his young prick into her mouth and suck him off, hadn't they?

She knew she should feel ashamed of herself, and not just for what they had seen their mother doing, but for Tami and Greg, too. But, oddly, Linda could not feel that way now. It was far too exciting, and she felt a shiver ripple up and down her back.

She heard the slamming of the back door, and knew her children had returned. She felt a pounding of her heart, a sudden elation that was at the same time frightening and pleasurable. Her nerve ends tingled, yet she did not feel nervous. She knew she could not hide from them forever; she had to face them sooner or later. Taking a deep breath, she got up on stiff legs, and walked into the living room.

Tami and Greg were sitting on the couch, close together. Her daughter looked up at her as she entered the room. Linda noticed Tami's face was a bit flushed, and there was a wary expression in her eyes. Greg kept his eyes lowered to the floor, his hands clasped in his lap.

Linda paused and gazed at her children for a long, tense moment, a nervous smile playing about her lips. Finally she said, her voice sounding strange, "Well, you two certainly look happy today."

She received no reply.

Moving across the room, Linda stood before the huge chair she usually sat in. She stood there a moment, then sat down. Crossing her long, lowly thighs, she looked all around except at her son and daughter. That tingle between her thighs was becoming hotter, and Linda could almost feel the tenseness in the room.

Greg lifted his eyes from the floor and glanced quickly at his mother. His eyes popped wide. As Linda had crossed her long thighs, the short dress hiked very high, and Greg found himself looking almost to his mother's ass. He had never really seen his mother's body before, other than what he and Tami had witnessed the day before. He had seen her thighs when she wore shorts, of course, but somehow, seeing his mother in a dress was more exciting to him. He thought of how she had been as he pocked in the window, her legs wide, her hairy pussy revealed, her mouth wrapped about David's cock, sucking greedily. His cock began to throb inside his pants.

Linda sighed, shifting her bottom toward the back of the cushion. She knew what she was doing, and wondered why. My God, she thought, this is my son and daughter! Am I loosing my mind completely? First David, now Tami and Greg!

Greg could see all the way up to his mother's thigh now, see the white flesh where her bikini ended. He shook slightly, and Tami glanced at him. She saw where he was gazing, and she looked that way. A smile spread over her pretty face. Something was about to happen, she sensed, and looked at her mother's face for a moment, trying to read it. All she saw was a slight blush, a brighter expression in her mother's half-closed eyes.

Then, suddenly, Linda uncrossed her legs. As she did so, she allowed her knees to part briefly. Tami and Greg caught a swift glimpse of the dark, curling hair. Feeling a slight shame of what she did, Linda got to her feet and went to the tiny two-stooled bar at the corner near the fireplace. She had deliberately exposed herself to Tami and Greg, and she trembled with a strange pleasure. As Linda slipped behind the bar, bending to the low refrigerator, Tami whispered to her brother, "She isn't wearing panties!"

"I saw," Greg whispered back.

Their mother straightened, holding a frosty bottle of Coke in her hand. "Anyone want a Coke?"

Linda took her Coke to the front of the bar, and propped her bottom onto a stool. She turned sideways to them and sipped at the Coke, not really wanting it. There were strange thoughts flowing through her mind, and she felt excited. Her hand shook slightly, and she watched Tami and Greg from the cower of her eyes. She was desperate for some response from them, some sign that they knew what she was doing, that they accepted it. But there was nothing, only those shy glances.