J Bradley: Mom going down

Vicky had the hem of her skirt lifted to her abdomen. She was wiping her naked cunt of all the wetness on a tissue as she pushed through the door.

When she saw Bruce, she was very nonchalant, simply letting her skirt fall back into place.

"Why, hello, Bruce. Back so soon?"

"H-Hello, Aunt Vicky," Bruce choked, his eyes bugging.

Monica flushed all over with embarrassment for him. Not that he'd really seen Vicky's cunt under the folds of material. It was the suggestiveness that counted.

Vicky laughed easily. "Don't mind me, darling. I seem to be a little syrupy, is all. Or didn't you know such things happened to women?"

"I… I…" Bruce stammered, swallowing hard.

She went up to him and touched the side of his face with her damp fingers. Monica watched his nose wrinkle as he smelled the aroma of fucking cunt.

"Don't you have a girl, Brucie? A big handsome guy like you? I thought you did."

"N-Nancy," he stammered.

"Well, I'll bet Nancy gets all syrupy over you, doesn't she?" Vicky grinned, that special look coming from her eyes and flustering Bruce more than Monica had ever seen.

"I… gosh, Aunt Vicky!" he gasped with confusion. He looked at Monica as if for help. He didn't know what to make of her attitude or her intimacy.

"Vicky!" Monica cried softly.

Vicky turned and looked at her. "Oh, don't be so stuffy, honey," she said. "Bruce is a big boy now, isn't he? He ought to know about women by now. If he doesn't, then he should be taught."

Vicky looked back at Bruce, giving him a full blast of that look of hers, moving in close, making her pointed tits thrust toward him and brush their tips over his chest.

"Wouldn't you like your Aunt Vicky to teach you about women, Brucie?" she asked intimately.

"Vicky, stop!" Monica gasped.

The minor effect was driving her mad. Watching Vicky fuck the delivery boy had been like watching a movie of herself doing it. It was just the same right now – with her own son this time. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed shamelessly.

"Why stop?" Vicky asked. "He has to learn, doesn't he? You didn't mind learning when you were his age. Besides, darling, I care about him. He's my nephew, isn't he?"

"That's why you should stop!" Monica gasped. "Aunt and nephew – it just isn't…"

Vicky laughed lightly, tipping her head back. She wadded the ball of damp tissue in her hand and tossed it toward the wastebasket.

"It just isn't the same as mother and son, Monica? Is that what you were going to say? Well, we can pretend, Brucie and I can. He can pretend that I'm his mother without much trouble at all. Isn't that right, Bruce?"

Bruce looked from one to the other of them several times, not at all certain what they were even talking about. But he knew the effect it was having on his erecting prick. He half turned away, trying to hide it.

"Don't your mother and I look just alike now, Bruce?" Vicky asked gaily, moving over toward Monica. "I'll bet if the lights were low you wouldn't be able to tell us apart."

Bruce grinned. "Yeah," he said with a small laugh. "I already thought Mom was you, and the lights weren't even on."

Vicky smiled at him steadily. Monica felt her heart pound. The poor kid was just too innocent. He didn't understand anything yet. She knew exactly what Vicky had in mind, and the knowledge sent chills and thrills through her at the same time, racing up her spine and making her lightheaded.

Bruce seemed to hurry into the kitchen, leaving the twin sisters alone. Monica turned her head and made her voice level and quiet as deadly as she could.

"You leave my son alone, Vicky," she said.

"Mmmm, don't we sound vicious, darling," Vicky grinned lightly. "Or is that overtone one of jealousy?"

"Don't you dare fuck him."

Vicky pointed at herself and looked surprised. "Me? Do a thing like that? Monica, darling, I'm astonished! I'm not going to fuck him, sweetie. You are."

"I…" Monica blurted with a loud gasp. "Oh! Oh, damn you, Vicky! I won't have it! Don't you dare!"

Vicky laughed lightly and leaned against her sister, making their tits rub. She took Monica's hand and began leading her back to the bedroom.

"Come on, darling – let's finish you off before you completely lose track of what you're saying."

"Finish me…" Monica started.

"Of course. You've got a big bubble in your cunt just aching to be popped. I saw you watching us. I heard you, too. Mmmm, you sounded like you were having a fine time playing with your pretty pussy. But I know you didn't get to finish," she said, pulling Monica into the bedroom and closing the door.

She moved in close. She reached around her sister for the zipper at the back of the dress. She ran it down and slid the garment from Monica's shoulders, watching the fine, firm tits come free. "Vicky, stop it," she said softly.

"I can't leave you hanging like this, darling," Vicky said, reaching forward to cup her sister's tits in her soft, damp palms.

"I'm fine," Monica said. She closed her eyes a moment and sucked in her breath with the sensation Vicky's fingers caused at her nipples.

"You're not fine at all. You'll be a wreck by dinner time. I know you too well, honey. Much too well. Come on, off with the dress. Let Vicky make you feel good all over."

"No!" Monica gasped, trying to pull away. She didn't try too hard.

"Oh? You don't want me to finish you off? Then how about Bruce? I can call in Bruce, and we can give him his first lesson on how to keep Nancy happy."

"Oh-h-h, God…" Monica breathed quaveringly.

"Mmm, you like that idea. All right. I'll call him."

"No! No, don't you dare!" Monica gasped.

Vicky laughed throatily. She reached lower and slid the mini over Monica's hips, pushing it down her firm thighs to the floor. She passed her hand up between the firm thighs and cupped her hand around the leaking, quivering meat of her cunt.

"Honey, you need another shave," Vicky said. "You're getting all stubbly. Brucie won't want to suck your pussy madly the way Jim sucked mine, if you don't keep it slick and shaved."

"Ohhh, Vicky…" Monica groaned.

"Did you see what happened to our cocky delivery boy when he got a look at my bald pussy? Of course, you saw it. Wasn't it thrilling? Didn't I tell you that's what happened to them?"

"Ohhhh, God!" Monica gasped again, feeling her knees go rubbery and weak.

"There, darling – that's it. Lie down on the bed before you fall down. Open your legs. Wider. Ohhhh, that's it, Monica. My, what a pretty, hot wet cunt! If you didn't have all those whiskers on it, I'd suck you off and let you know what it felt like for me just now – what it's going to feel like when Bruce sucks you off with that youthful eagerness Jim displayed."

"Vicky, don't – please, don't."

Vicky was sliding the tip of her finger up and down her sister's pink, quivering gap, circling her straining clit with it, sliding it back down to pluck at the running mouth of her cunt hole.

"Mmm, that's so wet in there it's going to flood the bed, darling. What we need is a big fat plug to stuff in there. A big prick. A hot, hard prick. And I know just where there happens to be one right now. Stay like that, darling, and I'll go get it."

"No – don't, Vicky, don't…" Monica gasped.

Vicky slid from the bed. She moved toward the door, smiling with excitement.

"I'll call him," she said.

"Don't call him!"

"You can't be left in this condition, darling."

"I won't – I won't!" Monica gasped.

She reached quickly between her thighs with both hands. She spread her sodden cuntlips apart with the tips of her fingers and then fucked two stiff fingers deeply into her cunt hole. She jiggled the top of her cleft at the same time, masturbating her clit.

She lifted her knees high and apart. She switched her ass on the bed and strained upward, lifting her cunt high.