Heather Brown - Kidnapped housewife

The instant Bobby's jism had hit my pussy tissue, I started to come apart with blinding sexual release. All of a sudden, I was having the most intense orgasm of my life, courtesy of my eleven-year-old son's prick.

What all this meant was clear. Love transcended everything.

All of my problems seemed infinitesimal compared to the magnitude of this revelation. As long as I had love, I knew I could somehow survive, no matter how tough the going.

"Come on, darling," I said when we had both drifted down from our orgasmic highs. "Let's go fuck your sister. From the hardness of your prick there's no reason why she should have to wait any longer to share our love." Anita was sleeping with her arms around her teddy bear. She looked as precious as she had when I'd brought her home from the hospital.

"Take the covers off," Bobby urged at my side. "I want to see her body."

"So do I," I chuckled, and pulled back the bedding. A delightful sight awaited our eyes.

Anita must have had trouble getting to sleep. Sometime during her restless tossing and turning, her flannel Snoopy nightgown had ridden all the way up to her chest. From her budding breasts on down we could see everything – including her fuzzy little cunt.

"I'll pull her legs apart and you get on the bed," I suggested. "I can't wait to see your prick inside your sister's beautiful young pussy."

As I pried, he clambered up. Her cunt was literally yawning begging for a fuck.

Then I had an inspiration. "Wait," I restrained the randy Bobby at the last instant. "I want to get her ready in case she's cherry."

Leaning down between the slender legs I had so thoroughly splayed, I began to prepare my daughter's cunt for fucking with my wet tongue. Then, after I had bathed her twat with spit, I poked inside.

My daughter's pussy was sweeter than anything I had ever tasted. And wet with more than my saliva.

Anita's honey-pot was dripping. My lubrication was irrelevant, but I wouldn't have missed applying it for the world.

"Okay, now you can fuck her," I pulled out of her crotch and gave my son the green light. "Her little pussy's greased up like a whore's."

Getting out of the way, I watched him go at it. The kid was a tiger, ramming inch after inch of his solid rod into his sister on the first thrust. Two surges more and he was fucking her to the hilt.

Now that Bobby was solidly screwing Anita, I got down on my knees and began whispering in her ear. "Wake up," I urged. "Your brother is fucking you. You don't want to miss it when he fills your cunt with his hot cum."

My words didn't wake her up, but they apparently triggered a wet dream that perfectly mirrored life. "Oh, Bobby," Anita moaned, her eyes still closed, "your cock is so big in my cunt. How did you know I wanted you to fuck me?"

Bobby was too busy screwing to talk, so I acted as his surrogate. "Your brother saw your cunt when you were undressing," I told her. "He's been thinking about fucking you ever since."

She seemed satisfied with that explanation for a moment, then, without warning, blurted, "Mom, what are you doing here?" However, she still was not awake.

"I'm helping Bobby fuck you, dear," I soothed, running my lips along her smooth cheek. "It's a mother's duty to see that you aren't hurt the first time."

Okay, so I was fishing. But I just couldn't help finding out before we were all covered with blood whether my little girl was a virgin.

It didn't work, though. Instead of responding to my comment, Anita turned her head and moaned about the size of her brother's big cock in her tight pussy. Even in her sleep, she was too enamored with Bobby's hard-on to be worried about her virginity.

Finally giving up the question-and-answer gambit, I decided to drop to the joined groins of my children and help smooth their fucking. I was certain my wet tongue could do some good down there.

As it turned out, I arrived at the junction of their loins just in time for the fireworks. I had no sooner shot my tongue out of my mouth than I was met with a torrential discharge. It seemed impossible to believe that a mere child, no matter how horny, could put out so much pussy juice.

When the flood of gunk kept coming, I decided to take a better look. Even in the dark I could see now that the discharge wasn't the creamy mucous of normal cunt-flow. Whatever was spilling from my daughter's cock-engorged snatch was dark red.

Swiping my tongue across my face, I tasted it for the first time. It was salty – nothing like pussy juice.

It was blood.

"Bobby!" I called excitedly from below. "You've popped Anita's cherry. You've popped your sister's cherry!"

"My cherry!" Anita bolted up from the waist and screamed. "It feels like I'm being torn to pieces." This time she was awake.

She started screaming so loud I was afraid she'd wake up the neighborhood. To shut her up – and do something I wanted to do anyway – I straddled her head with my knees, pushed her back, and sat on her face.

The hairy mat of my dripping pussy shut her up quick. The more she tried to scream, the more her tongue shot up my sucking slit.

Then, pretty soon, Anita stopped protesting. Instead, she was eating my twat because she wanted to.

With the acquiescence of my daughter's mouth, I was in a position to sit on my oral perch and survey the wonder of what I had wrought. I felt like a queen – a queen of sex.

My machinations had yielded a breathtaking scene. It put me more in touch with my maternal instincts than anything I had ever experienced since I'd started my own family.

There, within perfect view, my son's stiff cock coursed in and out of my daughter's pussy. Irrevocably ruptured, her maidenhead spewed a steady flood of fresh blood. Anita's crotch looked like she had sat in a crate of rotten tomatoes.

She was losing her cherry, and I was present at the deflowering to make certain everything went okay for my little girl. What better place for a mother to be than at her only daughter's first fuck?

For her first cock, I had carefully selected her younger brother's eager young specimen, as previously innocent an organ as her cunt. It was such a wise choice. God, you can't imagine how ecstatic I felt as their mother to bring my kids so beautifully together in this act of total love.

I felt like I was really part of something for the first time in my life. In the bosom of my family I felt totally free unmindful of the fact I had been dodging bullets for days.

I started to come just from sentiment. I was coming on a high of pure, sweet love.

Of course, that's not to say that the more traditional means of stimulation weren't efficiently casting their spells. Even if Bobby and Anita hadn't been my beloved offspring, the sight of his cock in her cunt and the sensation of her rigid tongue squirming inside my spasming pussy would have turned me on. It was just that the power of love made the whole event transcendent.

"Come in her cunt!" I blurted with overflowing joy. "Bobby, fill your sister's pussy with cream!"

He grunted and did just that. I could actually hear the hose of his prick hissing inside Anita's box as it spewed its sudden discharge.

With my eyes on the rims of my little girl's cunt, I watched the red secretion that had been pure blood gradually turn pink from mixing with Bobby's sperm. Eventually the flow was as white as snow; and that's when I leaned down and licked it up.

I could taste everything at once. My son's cock. My daughter's cunt. Sperm. Pussy juice. Cherry blood.

Beneath Bobby and me, Anita was writhing in the throes of her first real orgasm. She manifested her excitement by moaning, "Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck." It seemed like the most natural thing for a twelve-year-old girl to do when her pussy was freshly dripping with her brother's spunk.