Ginger Craft - Overripe

"Why do that?" she whispered aloud. Julie, she thought, couldn't possibly misunderstand when she saw her.

Turning her back, Barbara twisted her head and looked into the mirror. The dress barely covered her ass, she noticed. Bending slightly, she saw the creamy swell of her buttocks revealed. With only a slight bend, her ass could be seen. Facing the mirror again, Barbara placed her hands on her ass and leaned backwards, watching the hem of her tight dress lift. The very bottom of her coppery cunt hair came into view.

Feeling deliciously shameless, she decided to wear the body-hugging dress as it was. She felt quite wanton, and very, very sexy. Indeed, she looked sexy. She looked like a very beautiful woman who was so sensuous, so ravishing, anyone couldn't fail to notice. She thought the white flesh above her sheer nylons gave her a cheap appearance, but shrugged it off. Turning from the mirror, she applied a light coat of red lipstick to her full, moist lips. With a dab of eye shadow, she looked radiant. She felt radiant.

Slipping into a pair of heels, she thought her legs and thighs quite becoming. Walking back and forth before the mirror, she was pleased with the effect. Her thighs rippled and her ass-cheeks bobbled sweetly. Her long hair swung free, gleaming from the brushing.

"Ravishing," came the voice from her open door.

Barbara turned and saw Julie standing there, a wide smile on her face.

"Like me?" Barbara said, laughing softly as she turned about slowly. "You don't think I've shortened the dress too much, do you, darling?"

Julie cocked her head, a finger on her chin. "Well, if you were going out, I'd say yes. But if you're staying in the house, I'd say no."

"Meaning?"

"You'd be arrested if you wore that outside," Julie replied. "But here, in the house, you're just asking to be raped."

"Girls can't rape another girl," Barbara laughed.

"Want to bet on that, mother?" Julie smiled, sticking her tongue out and wiggling it meaningfully.

She moved into her mother's room, dressed in a flowing; almost transparent gown. She gazed at her mother, liking the effect. "I'd say you were absolutely beautiful, mother. In fact, I'd say you looked extremely sexy, like a woman who has all intentions of getting fucked."

"Or licked?"

"Or licked," Julie grinned.

Barbara pranced before her daughter, swaying her ass suggestively.

"What do you intend to do when Kenney sees you, mother?" Julie asked, amused.

"Oh, my God!" Barbara stopped prancing, clutching her throat. "I had forgotten about him!"

"Obviously," Julie laughed softly.

"Well, that settles that, I suppose," Barbara said, starting to unzip the dress.

"Wait, mother," Julie said softly. "You dressed this way because of last night, right?"

"Yes," Barbara grimaced. "It didn't work out again. He's just not much of a fucker."

"You did this to entice me, didn't you?"

"Well, yes," Barbara confessed. "I did. I thought about it and remembered yesterday and felt that… well, I thought you might…"

"You thought I'd suck your cunt again, didn't you?"

"Well, yes. I mean, I was hoping you would." Julie laughed with pleasure. "All you have to do is ask, mother. No need to go to all this trouble, you know."

"I wanted to look pretty, alluring," Barbara said. "No, not alluring-just plain sexy, wanton."

"You do," Julie giggled. "But you have always looked that way, mother."

"I have?"

"Of course," Julie said. "You just needed a new wardrobe, that's all. Shit, you're still lovely, still young. Different clothes and you're extremely beautiful."

"I didn't realize," Barbara said.

"Of course not. You've been involved in other things, not thinking, that's all. But changes are being made, right?"

"Right!"

Julie hugged her mother tight, then kissed her lips. "You just keep that dress on the way it is. So what if Kenney sees you? Why, you'll make him come all over himself!"

"I would?"

"Hell, yes! Just looking at you makes me want to come, too."

"But… but Kenney?"

"Why riot, mother?" Julie grinned wickedly. "Would it be any different than you and me?"

"Well, I-"

"He's good, mother," Julie said softly. "Kenney is one of the best, and I've had the best. He may be awfully young, but I can promise you one thing, that cock of his will sure make you come!"

"But, Julie… I couldn't let my son fuck me!"

"Why not? After what you and I did? Come on, mother, don't start that shit again. You can't be such a hypocrite and eat it, too."

"But that's… that's-"

"It wouldn't be any different than you and me licking each other, and you damn well know it, mother. Eating pussy is great, as you and I both discovered yesterday, but a tongue can't ever replace a beautiful, hard cock."

"I couldn't just waltz my ass up to him and say come on, honey, fuck mother. I'd die of embarrassment. Especially if he turned me down."

"He won't," Julie said, grinning and caressing her mother's ass. "I can promise that. Kenney is one horny little bastard."

"I gathered that from the condition of the living room," Barbara said. "You two must have gone wild."

"We did," Julie said. "I'll help you clean the mess up, though."

"Where's Kenney now?"

"Still asleep," Julie said as they left Barbara's bedroom. "After the way I took care of him last night, he should sleep all day."

"I hope not!" Barbara giggled, slapping Julie on the ass.

"Now you're getting with it, mother," Julie laughed, wagging her ass against Barbara's hand.

They worked together cleaning up the house. There was a great deal of horseplay between them. Julie would catch her mother bending over at some chore, and goose her with a finger or thumb, bringing peals of laughter from Barbara. Now and then, Barbara would take a swipe at Julie's body, grabbing a breast or copping a feel of her cunt.

It was almost noon before Kenney woke up. Neither Barbara nor Julie knew he was awake. They had ceased the horseplay and were working in earnest now.

Kenney came down the hall in a pair of jeans, naked from the waist up. He had finished his usual morning shower, and his hair was still damp. He rounded the hall and stopped, his eyes gaping.

Julie was doing something with the records, and her dressing gown hung open, her lovely, flawless breasts swaying sweetly. But that wasn't what he was gaping at. His mother was across the room, bending over slightly and brushing wax on the end table next to the couch.

He saw the sheer nylons, the creamy flesh just above them, and there were the sugary curves of her ass. He could only see the very bottom of his mother's ass, but what he could see was delicious. His cock responded to the sight, swelling inside his jeans. He stood frozen where he was, his eyes gazing at the shapely bottom of Barbara. The curvy undersides of her ass were exposed maybe two inches, and she had her legs apart. There was just the hint of her dark cunt hair, a tuft that was thick and soft looking.

Kenney had never seen his mother this way before. • He had always seen her simply as his mother, a woman who cooked his meals and cleaned his room when it became too messy. He had never seen her expose any part of her body at all; had never seen her come from her room other than fully dressed.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat.

Julie looked up, flashing her brother a smile. Barbara, still bending over, froze suddenly, unable to move, her heart pounding. A slight flush warmed her cheeks. Finally, feeling almost embarrassed, she straightened and turned. She looked directly at Kenney, who was openly admiring her thighs. The first thing Barbara noticed about her son was the swelling lump in the front of his jeans. The second thing she noticed was the intensity of his eyes.

All embarrassment left her.