Ginger Craft - Overripe

Julie fell away, sprawled at her mother's side, exhausted, eyes closed and gasping hard. Her breasts rose and fell, her legs wide, pussy pulsating in the warm glow. Barbara struggled for air, her thighs tight, trying to retain the deep sensations that seemed to still flow there. Her eyes, too, were pressed shut, and tears of gratification seeped from them.

After a long time, Barbara stirred. She sat up and looked down at her daughter, a soft smile on her face. Julie smiled warmly back at her.

"Did we do it right, Julie?" Barbara asked.

"Wow! I don't know if we did or not, but it sent me into orbit, mother!" Julie enthused. "One thing I learned; I loved it!"

"Me, too," Barbara confessed, then a slight frown creased her forehead. "The only thing is, I don't want to be a lesbian. I like men, I've always liked men."

"This doesn't make you a lesbian, mother," Julie laughed. "What the hell, so we sucked each other's pussy? I know I'm not a cunt licker, so you aren't either."

"I'm not so sure," Barbara said.

"Wasn't it good?"

"Of course it was, darling," Barbara smiled.

"Then let's don't worry about it, mother. I mean, what the hell, we had a lot of fun, didn't we? That don't mean we're going to start eating every fucking cunt we see! This is only something to do when we don't have a nice, hard cock around."

Barbara grinned suddenly. "You had one last night, didn't you?"

Julie grinned. "Boy, did I! That brother of mine is pretty good at screwing a girl, even if it was his first piece of ass."

"You mean you've never done that with him before?"

"Of course not," Julie said. "That was the first time."

Barbara smiled broadly. "I'll bet it won't be there last, though."

"You can bet your ass on that, mother," Julie giggled, hugging herself. "And you can bet your ass this isn't going to be the last time I suck that pretty pussy of yours, either."

"We'll have to be careful," Barbara said. "We can't let Kenney find out about this. My God, he'd probably hate us-me, anyway-forever."

Julie laughed. "We'll be careful, mother."

All afternoon, Kenney would shoot glances at his sister. Barbara watched him, smiling to herself. She well understood the sex drive of a young boy, and although she had never let on, she had been aware that he had been jacking off daily. It was not in her nature to attempt to stop him. There were many things Barbara didn't know about the human psyche, or even the body, but she knew that masturbation was a normal outlet for boys and girls that age.

Like most boys and girls at that age, Barbara had heard the frightening things masturbation was supposed to cause: hair will grow in your palm, it will drive you insane, a boy will become limp and impotent, a girl will never be satisfied by cock again, only her fingers. Sheer bullshit!

The only problem she had had since that early afternoon session with Julie, Barbara found, was that she couldn't keep her eyes off the slim, beautiful shape of her daughter too. And, she also found that she was looking quite frankly at the front of Kenney's pants. When she realized she was gazing at his pants that way, she was horrified for a few minutes. She had become incestuously involved with her eighteen-years-old daughter; she didn't want to repeat the same situation with her thirteen-year-old son. That would be too much-or so she thought.

Then, after consideration, she decided her interest in his genitals was evidence that she wasn't a lesbian after all. If she had suddenly become a lesbian that afternoon, she wouldn't have this interest in any male cock, would she?

So she continued to gaze at her son's pants when he wasn't watching.

The afternoon passed slowly, but again there was the air of tension about the house. Kenney, looking at his sister as she bounced vibrantly about the place, catching a brief glimpse of her lacy panties now and then beneath her short dress, was experiencing a half-hard cock. Julie, aware of her brother's hot eyes, did everything she could to tease him. She would find some excuse to lean over, causing the miniskirt to ride up in back, letting him peek at the encased cheeks of her ass. She could see the outline of his swelling prick, and it pleased her. She flashed him a wink now and then.

Barbara, very much aware of her daughter's teasing, was amused at the reactions of all of them. She had come to grips with herself, with her emotions, and accepted not only the relationship between Kenney and Julie, but the one between her and Julie, too. She remained in a state of arousal all afternoon.

She had a date that night, as she usually did on Saturdays. For a while she considered breaking it, but what had happened earlier between her and her daughter made her want to keep the date, to let the man fuck her so she would be able to compare her reactions between a cock and a pussy. She knew she was-searching for answers, for anything that would tell her once and for all that she was not becoming a lesbian. As much as she enjoyed what she and Julie had done, Barbara did not want to be a lesbian. Despite what Julie had told her, Barbara still had that fear. If only, she thought, she had not liked it so damned much!

They had talked quite a bit after it was over, and Julie had told her of her class at college concerning human sexuality, and Barbara had learned. She had listened and learned from her daughter. She had found out that no matter what two people did with each other, no matter how far out it was, there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with it. As long as the people involved agreed, consented, then nothing was perverted. Only pleasing each other and themselves matter. What she was confused about was the incest part of it. That, she knew, was wrong. Yet, she found the pleasure so fantastic, it was right-it was right for her and for Julie. Who would ever know? As long as they kept it a secret, who would be harmed?

Once, in the late part of the afternoon, Barbara walked in on Kenney and Julie wrapped in a tight embrace. Kenney had his hands underneath his sister's skirt, shoved down into her panties and was fondling her ass. Julie was writhing against him, his tongue buried deep into her sucking mouth. She had seen, over his shoulder, her mother enter the room, then stop.

Julie winked at her mother.

Barbara smiled and winked back, then retreated.

At six, after the Kramer's had finished their evening meal, Mark came over to visit with Kenney. Julie stuck her tongue out at him, playfully, a gesture that Barbara caught.

At seven, Barbara was in her bedroom preparing for her date. Julie walked in and sat on the bed, watching her mother at the dresser. Barbara was in panties and bra, brushing her long coppery hair.

"Why wear a bra, mother?" Julie asked. "Let those pretty breasts hang free. Men like to see them bounce and jiggle, you know."

Barbara considered a moment, then with a childish giggle, removed the bra.

"Plan on getting flicked tonight, mother?"

A slight crimson tinged Barbara's cheeks. Julie giggled. "Why so shy all of a sudden?" she asked. "I mean, you are going to get laid tonight, aren't you?"

"Well, I hope so." Barbara confessed. "He's done it… well," she flushed a bit deeper. "This is crazy, fencing about for words."

"You're right."

"You kids today have it together," Barbara said. "When I was your age, sex was hardly mentioned."

"We're liberated, mother," Julie replied. "Now, as you were saying?"

"Well, he has… uh, fucked me, before," the tinge deepened in her cheeks, then as suddenly as it came, it disappeared.

"Is he any good?"

Barbara laughed nervously. "I've got to get used to this sort of talk. Actually, he isn't much of a lay. He's only fucked me once before, and I didn't get much out of it except a pussy filled with come."