Ginger Craft - Overripe

Barbara rolled all over the bed, masturbating in a frenzy of passion, all her senses tuned to the rippling, insane pleasure of her body and the lewd words of her two children. Never in her entire life had she been so aroused, not even with her deceased husband. Barbara thought she would go out of her mind with passion, knowing she should slow her hands down, be more gentle with the delicate tissues of her cunt. But she was unable to control her hands.

She pulled hard at her inflamed clitoris, creating pain, but the pain was delicious at the same time. Three fingers plunged furiously in and out of her hairy cunt simultaneously, and she gasped and panted and twisted from one side of the bed to the other, her naked ass jerking up and down and making wide, lewd circles.

At the moment, Kenney and Julie could have seen her and she wouldn't have given a damn. She was so lost in her erotic sensations, Barbara would not have cared who saw her abusing her genitals. The only thing she was aware of was the deliciousness of her swelling orgasm, and the words coming to her ears.

"Fuck me, Kenney! Fuck me hard and good! Ohhhh, let's come together! Can you come in my pussy when I do, Kenney! Please, please… come with me! Ohhhh I'm almost… almost there!"

"Ahh… ahh… ahh," Kenney grunted.

"Wonderful! Sweet! Big cock… hard cock," Julie's voice came to Barbara's passion sensitive ears. "Fuck me hard, Kenney! Yes, yes! Deeper and harder! Oh, my cunt is burning up! My pussy is on fire!"

They were so close, Barbara knew. She, too, was close. Her hands thrust and pulled wildly as she thrashed about the bed, moaning to herself now. Her orgasm was swelling so much, it seemed as though her whole body would explode.

Then she came.

At the exact peak of her come, Barbara shouted, unaware she had done so. "Fuck him, fuck him!"

Barbara had known that brothers and sisters often become involved sexually. She had read more than one report about incest. She had never given much consideration to such things, never dreaming it would happen in her own family. But then, who does?

Barbara wasn't stupid. She knew that certain conditions, the right atmosphere, the people concerned, could set the scene for very strange happenings. But she couldn't imagine what had caused Julie and Kenney to become involved.

True, there was a lot of teasing between them, but it was only normal for a brother and sister to tease each other. Barbara considered herself a liberal when it came to individual likes and dislikes. She knew each person was different from the next. Everyone couldn't be the same, she felt, or the world would be populated by a mob of robots, all geared in one direction. Push a button, everyone turned right, push another, they went left… or push another and they all went into a frenzy of mass fucking.

No, people weren't robots.

Life would be very dull indeed if all women dressed alike, looked alike, thought alike-men, too. It was the difference that made things- living-so exciting.

She was surprised to find a lack of anger when she awoke the next morning. When she opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. Her body felt relaxed, and she discovered there was no longer tension in her mind or body. She had not been aware of that tension until now. She stretched sensuously in the bed, trying to understand why she felt no anger, no shame, about the night before. Even if not ashamed of her wild masturbation, she thought she should be at least a little ashamed of her children.

But there was nothing like that in her mind.

Getting up, she went into her shower and soaped her body, then rinsed. Toweling, she went back to the bedroom and rummaged about for clothes. After dressing in white shorts and halter, she brushed her long hair until it gleamed, then applied a faint coat of pink lipstick to her lips. She didn't hear a sound in the house, which meant Julie and Kenney were still asleep.

Satisfied with her appearance, she entered the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. She was surprised to find herself humming happily. She had not sung in many years. Bacon and eggs sizzled in the pan, the coffee perked like a merry bird on the dining room table. She had slices of toast in the toaster, ready to brown. Pouring a cold glass of milk for Kenney, she set cups next to hers and Julie's place.

When breakfast was ready, she went to wake the children.

Julie was sprawled across her bed, the sheet half covering her body. In her sleep she appeared much younger than eighteen. Barbara stood and looked at her daughter before shaking her awake.

"Breakfast, honey," she aid gently.

"Glumph," Julie responded sleepily.

"Come on, lazy… time to get up."

Julie rolled over onto her back, her naked breasts jiggling slightly. Her eyes opened, and she smiled lazily. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching and yawning.

Barbara found herself staring at her daughter's breasts, eyes wide and mouth parted. The nipples were longer than her own, and they seemed to be hard even now. The sheet was down across Julie's hips, with the copper-colored tangle of pussy hairs exposed. Barbara sucked her breath in, and turned quickly.

"Time to get up," she murmured, almost running from the room.

Kenney had shut his door sometime during the night, and she rapped at it with a shaking hand. "Kenney?" she called There was no answer, and she rapped harder. Still no sound.

After seeing her daughter naked, Barbara was almost afraid to open her son's door. There were conflicting emotions warring-inside her body. One part of her mind told her to forget it and go back to the kitchen, but the other side was almost screaming for her to open the door and enter his room.

Holding her breath, she obeyed the impulse to open his door.

Kenney was stretched out on his bed, legs wide and on his back. The first thing Barbara saw was his genitals. Her first thought was they seemed quite large for a boy his age. Her second thought was to run like crazy from the room.

Instead, she walked silently to his bed, pulled the sheet over him, then shook his shoulder. "Wake up, darling… breakfast is ready."

As usual, Kenney came awake immediately. "Hi, Mom," he grinned. "Be there in a second."

Barbara left his room and met her daughter as she came from the hall bathroom. Julie had pulled a robe on, but it was hanging open. She was naked beneath it.

"Julie!" Barbara gasped, clutching her throat. "You shouldn't… mustn't…"

"Shouldn't what, Mother?" Julie asked innocently, taking her time pulling the robe together.

"Uh, nothing," Barbara said nervously. She brushed past her daughter and hurried into the kitchen. She leaned on the table for a moment, then slipped into the chair. She noticed that her hands were shaking, and she fired a cigarette up in an effort to control them.

Kenney was the first to come to the table, followed in a moment or so by his sister. Barbara couldn't lift her eyes to meet them now. She shoved eggs about her plate, sipping her coffee.

"Aren't you hungry, mother?" Julie asked, forking the food into her mouth.

Barbara shook her head. She crushed the cigarette out, firing up another immediately. Julie noticed the nervousness. Finishing her breakfast, she took one of her mother's cigarettes and smoked quietly as she drank her coffee. She gazed unblinkingly at her mother.

Kenney gobbled his breakfast down, then asked for more eggs.

"I'll make them," Julie said, going to the stove. Barbara glanced at Julie. Her daughter seemed somehow, much more attractive this morning than she had noticed before. She was dressed in a mini-dress, a sheath-like garment that clung to her body, hugging it and boldly outlining her up-tilted breasts and fine, curving ass. Barbara wasn't sure-because of the print design of the mini-dress but it seemed as if she could see the split of Julie's ass outlined there.