Ginger Craft - Overripe

Again, she shivered as sensation flowed through her. She looked up to see Kenney's eyes on his sister's bottom, his tongue licking slowly about his lips, his gaze hot.

Julie brought the eggs to the table and shoved them from the platter to her brother's plate. "There you are, stud," she said. "Eat up… they'll put lead in your pencil."

It had been years since Barbara had heard that expression. In a way, it was quite a nice saying, she thought. Too bad people didn't use such expressions anymore. Today, every one used explicit words, but as she considered this, it made sense. After all, it was honest.

It seemed like ages to Barbara that they sat there without many words passing between them, when actually it had only been ten or fifteen minutes. She was aware of her daughter's steady gaze, and couldn't lift her eyes to return it. Her emotions were whirling inside her mind dizzily. She couldn't sort them out, couldn't think straight, really. There was a deep pulsation between her thighs, and she felt the sensation she had the night before. Something was going to happen to change her life-all their lives-forever more. Last night was simply the beginning of it. Today was Saturday, and tomorrow was Sunday, and something was going to happen.

Most of the morning was spent straightening the house, a chore that didn't take long. Barbara was a good housekeeper.

After a while, Kenney decided to run over to Mark's house. He had hoped his mother would find shopping to do, anything that would make her leave the house. He had enjoyed screwing his sister so much the night before, he wanted a repeat. But, it looked as if his mother was going to stay home, and he was sure of it when she loaded the washer.

"Be gone long?" Barbara called as he started out the door.

"Hour or so," he said as he left.

Asking him how long he would be gone was another element in the Kramer household. Barbara seldom asked such things of him. He never went far, was always home early. So, why ask now?

Julie was going through record albums, sitting on the floor in front of the stereo, legs crossed, short skirt hiked into her lap. As soon as Barbara looked at her daughter, she knew why she asked Kenney how long he would be gone; she admitted it finally.

She wanted her daughter to initiate something… with her.

Once the idea was clear in her mind, Barbara grew nervous again. She couldn't understand it. She had never been so attracted to a girl before in her life, yet she was now-and toward her daughter! She knew she wasn't a lesbian, had never experienced involvement with a lesbian. She enjoyed men, not women. She tried to think whether it was because of last night, of what she heard, what she knew. Nothing made much sense to her, nothing except the bubbling burning sensation in the bottom of her stomach. Barbara knew, somehow, that masturbating again would not relieve that itch, the tremendous pressure that seemed to be within her.

She sat down in a chair, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

Julie had been aware of her mother's nervousness, had been covertly watching her. She twisted about on the floor, sitting facing her mother, her skirt still hiked up, only now it was almost about her hips.

"You like the Platters?"

"The Platters?" Barbara asked. "That's an old group. I had no idea that album was still around here."

She puffed and blew gray smoke, trying to avert her eyes from Julie's crotch. Unknowingly, Barbara flung her right leg over the arm of the chair, legs wide apart. Julie smiled inwardly as she noticed a few strands of crinkly hair exposed from the tight legs of her mother's shorts.

She turned and put the album on the record turntable. Then she faced her mother again, drawing her knees up and hugging them against her breasts. The movement caused the tight lacy panties to be exposed, as well as the backs of her creamy thighs and a good portion of her smooth ass.

Barbara's breath caught as she gazed unflinchingly at the sight. She seemed mesmerized now, and couldn't pull her eyes away. She had, of course, seen many girls naked before, mostly when she was in high school during gym. But this… this view of Julie was so exciting, her heart hammered in her chest, her pulse racing.

Julie placed her chin on her knees, her eyes smoky as she looked at her mother. For a long moment, Julie looked unashamedly at the crotch of the white shorts, at the curling strands of pubic hair revealed. Like Barbara, Julie had never had sexual interest toward another female. She had, of course, gone through the-usual early teen crushes on females, but it had long passed. She, too, could feel excitement flowing like charged particles through her body. But the difference between the two was, Julie knew and understood what she wanted.

The idea had not come to her until the night before, while doing up the dishes with her mother. It had only been a slight flickering during their conversation, but burst into full force when she had talked her mother into exposing her thighs, by lifting her skirt to her waist.

Julie had made the decision then.

Barbara shifted uncomfortably on the chair, crushing her cigarette out in the ash tray near her. She couldn't understand the emotions that were steaming in her veins, wasn't sure she wanted to understand them. She finally found the strength to pull her eyes from Julie's exposure, and then found she didn't know where to look now. She reached for another cigarette, but didn't pull one from the pack.

A movement had caught her eye, and she turned back to her daughter.

Julie, with her chin still resting on her knees, had dropped her hand down the back of her thigh, sliding it along caressingly, and patted her palm at the crotch of her tight panties. Barbara was afraid to look directly at Julie, but continued to look from the corner of her eye. She saw that Julie was slipping her fingers beneath the band of her panties, and it seemed that her daughter had her tongue licking in a suggestive manner over her lips. And Julie's eyes still burned on Barbara's thighs. Barbara swallowed, trying to say something, but her throat was suddenly dry. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. Her mind was blank to everything except one thing; what she had heard the night before. "Fuck me hard, Kenney!" and the scream that had erupted from her at the time of her shattering orgasm: "Fuck him, fuck him!"

Of its own volition, her head turned until she was facing her daughter once more. Julie was now openly caressing the hairy rim of her cunt, her fingers stuck underneath the tight lacy band.

"Julie!" Barbara said, but it came out as a soft whisper, not the loud condemnation she wanted. "Julie," she said again, much softer yet.

Julie heard, but said nothing. She dropped her other hand down and pulled the band wide, and Barbara watched with frozen shock as her daughter slipped her middle finger into the hair-lined lips, then up to the swollen clitoris, twisting it gently but firmly.

For what seemed hours, Barbara watched her daughter masturbate. Actually, it could only have been a few minutes. Heavy tension was in the air, and Barbara could hear her harsh breathing, sounding like a roaring surf in her ears.

Julie licked her lips again, then spoke, her voice so soft Barbara had to strain to hear the words. "You know, don't you, mother?"

Barbara nodded her head, the movement almost imperceptible.

"You heard us," Julie said in the same soft voice. "You heard Kenney and me last night."

Again the slight nod of head.

"Do you know what you said, too, last night, mother?"

Confused, Barbara tried to deny it.

"You screamed, mother," Julie said, her finger brushing up and down her inflamed clitoris. "You were playing with yourself, and-you listened to me and Kenney, and when you came, you screamed. You screamed Fuck him, fuck him! Don't you remember?"