Harry Stevens - Hot horny sis

Tonight was such a time. Matt and Barry were unavailable because they had a ball game. For a moment Ruthie even flirted with the previously unthinkable: seducing her twin brothers. Then she remembered that Carl and Len were on the same team as their cousins, so they were all off in some arena fifty miles away.

The only other male around was Ruthie's dad, an uptight bastard if there was one. Ruthie couldn't imagine him fucking anybody, even her own mother. Sometimes she wondered how her parents had managed to produce four children.

"That's right, Daddy's working late anyway," Ruthie sighed. "No guys in sight, not even losers. I'm alone in the house with Mom and Betty. Just have to make do on my on."

She peeled down her jeans and saw that her panties had been soaked clear through by her wet cunt. Then, just as she began rubbing between her thighs, she glanced toward the door and couldn't recall whether it was locked. Her hand felt too good on her pussy, though, for her to take the time to get up and check.

"Ooooooh, that's good," she moaned, massaging the bump of her clit through her drenched panties.

Now she pulled the elastic aside and shot three wriggling fingers into her spasming cunt. Orgasmic voltage made her loins buck, as she finger-fucked her cunt to the climax she craved.

"Now in my horny ass," she panted.

Slicked with pussy juice, her slippery fingers surged into the notch below her cunt. Curling her knuckles, she shoved deep within her tightest hole and shuddered with delight.

"Mmmmmm, feels just like a big cock fucking my ass," she swooned, writhing on the bed.

The door opened, unlocked after all. There stood Betty with an evil smirk. She chuckled, "Well, well! I bet mom'd love to hear about how her precious darling's gone astray."

Ruthie was so stunned that she couldn't even reply. There was nothing Betty liked more than causing trouble and this was a golden opportunity. She was already clattering down the staircase, sounding the alarm.

Wanting to die, Ruthie froze with anxiety as she awaited the worst. Then she heard footsteps coming back up the stair and, next, voices from the hallway.

"Really Mom, if Ruthie's gonna do such disgusting things to herself, you really ought to make her lock her door," Betty gushed, really pouring it on. "I mean, pardon my language, but she didn't just have her fingers in her pussy like a normal girl. They were up her, ass!"

There was a sharp slap, like an open hand striking a face. Betty squealed right after it.

"I won't pardon your filthy language, young lady, regardless of what your sister might have done," Gail Barton snapped. "Now make yourself scarce, please, while I handle this business with Ruthie on my own."

As her mother approached her room, Ruthie realized that, her jeans were still off. She tried desperately to scramble back into them, but it was too late. There was her mother in the doorway, watching with raised eyebrows.

"I-I can explain everything, Mom," Ruthie said.

Her mother said nothing, closing the door behind her and walking to the bed. Ruthie self-consciously tried to cover her exposed crotch, but her mother grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"Let me look," Gail Barton whispered, startling her daughter with the softness of her voice and the strangeness of her request.

Ruthie didn't know what to do. Suddenly her mother's eyes had fastened between her legs. It made Ruthie's cunt spasm with anxiety.

"You're such a pretty girl," Gail murmured. "So sweet and soft where your sister's so hard."

She touched Ruthie, stroking bet hair. Then leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

"Take off all your clothes for me, darling," she cooed. "Show me your beautiful young body."

As if in a trance, Ruthie did as she was told. Now her mother was sitting on the bed beside her, so close that her warm breath raised goose bumps on Ruthie's flesh.

"They're perfect, darling," Gail Barton said other daughter's tits. In a moment parent and daughter were kissing.

Ruthie realized she was as hot now as she'd been the night she'd lost her cherry to Matt and Barry. It had never occurred to her before that she could be turned on by another woman. And even if it had, her own mother would have seemed the last possible object of any lesbian desire.

"Mom, what're we doing?" Ruthie gulped.

"Just what comes naturally," Gail soothed.

"Are… are you gay, Mom?"

"Only when I can't help myself. Like now, darling," Gail confessed. "When I saw you on the bed and I knew what you'd be doing, I couldn't wait to close the door behind us."

"But Betty's right outside," Ruthie said nervously.

"Then she'll just have to accept things the way they are," Gail answered. "She's not the only daughter I can go to bed with."

Astonished, Ruthie cut in. "Are you saying what I think you are, Mom? That you and Betty have… have…"

Nodding, Gail said, "When I told you how hard your sister is, I was spreading from the most personal kind of experience."

"You've fucked her?"

"Not lately. Only when she was younger. Before she went boy-crazy."

"But then why would she tell on me for playing with myself, when she knew you were… like this?"

"But we're talking too much about Betty," Gail said. "We should be doing what I said before – what comes naturally."

Ruthie fell back on her elbows as her mother nibbled down her bare belly. Then her soggy panties wow being peeled away. Ruthie briefly closed her eyes and felt a hot female kiss between her legs. When she looked she saw her mother kneeling to eat her clit.

"Oh, Mom," Ruthie gasped, "let me eat your pussy, too."

It was exactly what Gail Barton had been waiting to hear. She swung around on top of her naked daughter, her thighs straddling the girl's head.

Ruthie looked up under her mother's skirt and could already smell pussy. She unhooked the skirt and swirled it away. Her mother was just in panties now, from the waist down, and they were as soaked with cunt juice as if she'd peed in them.

As her mother had just done to her, Ruthie peeled the sopping, panties away. She'd never had a close look before at the cunt that had given her birth. It was so hairy, so wet, and so wide open at its pink, glistening center.

"Sit on my face, Mom," Ruthie eagerly called.

Gail eased down, the lips of her cunt meeting the waiting lips of her daughter's mouth. When contact was made, Ruthie's tongue shot up into Gail's cuntgash.

"Oh, baby," mother moaned to daughter.

Gail's tongue surged deep within Ruthie's pussy and began to squirm with the sixty-nine in full swing, the bedsprings began to squeak. Mother and daughter slurped and moaned, ignoring everything but giving one another pleasure.

But, in the meantime, the door was still unlocked. And unnoticed by Gail and Ruthie, it eased slightly ajar.

"Well, well, well," Betty whispered as she spied on the all-female action. "So Mom couldn't keep out of little Ruthie's pants any more than she could keep out of mine."

"Ooooh," Ruthie then squealed, making Betty jump back. "I'm coming, Mom! You've got me coming for you already!"

"Make me come tao, darling!" Gail urged. "It's so good to come together."

Ruthie's tongue surged back into her mother's cunt.

And nudging back up to the door, Betty noted to herself, "Looks like my kids sister's turned out to be quite a piece of ass. Almost makes me sorry about what I've been missing by not getting any pussy myself lately."

Betty wondered what might happen if she were to try and deal herself in on the action. Then, while she was still considering it, her mother and sister unknowingly made up her mind for her.

"Mmmmmmm, that was just super, Mom," Ruthie sighed, as the sixty-nine began to slowly break apart. "Am I as good for you as Betty was?"