Kathy Andrews - Mom_s naughty daughter

Wearing just her robe, Lynn went downstairs. The school bus was stopped on the highway and she smiled as she watched Bobby and Carolyn get off. They started up the driveway as usual, and they seemed to be bickering.

Lynn was proud, of her son and daughter. They were both doing well in high school and despite their constant bickering, they were fine children. Growing up on the ranch had been good for them, forcing them to get along because they were too far out in the country to play with other boys and girls. They always managed to entertain themselves. Carolyn had just received her driver's license and every day she asked when she could start driving to school.

Carolyn began shoving her younger brother as they came up the drive but Bobby was holding his own. Then Carolyn began running away from him, her laughter reaching Lynn. She smiled as Bobby reached for his sister, catching the pocket of her jeans. Lynn heard her daughter screech and jerk away, her pocket flapping down.

Carolyn came running into the house, out of breath, still laughing.

"Look what that little piss-ant son of yours did to my jeans, Mother!" Carolyn said, turning her back to Lynn. "He ripped my damned jeans!"

Bobby came racing into the house, giggling his head off. "Your ass is showing, Carolyn!" he yelped, pointing.

Lynn looked at the rear of her daughter's jeans. The pocket had pulled the tight material completely off one rounded cheek of his sister's ass. One creamy ass cheek showed clearly all the way to the crease where it met Carolyn's thigh. The sudden ripple of her turn surprised Lynn and she lifted the flap of the material covering her daughter's ass. Her fingers brushed the girl's soft, smooth ass flesh, and she gasped softly.

Carolyn glanced over her shoulder at her mother then turned her eyes away swiftly. Bobby had fallen to the floor, rolling about and giggling.

"Your ass is showing… your ass is showing!" he said over and over.

"Your ass is gonna be showing next, you little shit-head!" Carolyn threatened, falling on her brother and wrestling him about.

Lynn stood still, surprised that her cunt had suddenly started steaming. She watched Carolyn and Bobby thrashing on the floor, rolling over and over. Carolyn's pretty ass cheek was showing again and again, and Lynn noticed then that her daughter was struggling to pull Bobby's pants down. He was hanging onto them for life, laughing with pleasure. Carolyn sat on his thighs, jerking his fly open and trying to pull his jeans down. Lynn found herself staring at the white of her son's jockey shorts, knowing she should put a stop to this.

"There! That'll show you!" Carolyn yelped in triumph, jerking her brother's jeans to his thighs.

All sounds stopped suddenly. Bobby was no longer trying to get away from his sister. Carolyn sat on his thighs, her eyes hot. Lynn felt her legs tremble.

Bobby's cock was outlined by his jockey shorts and it throbbed visibly. He had a hard on and the head of his cock was molded by the stretching shorts. A moist spot formed where his piss hole pressed and the crotch of his shorts was filled by his young balls.

Without warning, Carolyn slapped her fingers lightly across Bobby's swollen cock.

"So that's why all those girls at school call you hunk. I can see why!"

Lynn's eyes became glassy and she had to struggle to stop looking at her son.

"That's enough you two," she said, unable to keep the tremor out of her voice. Carolyn lifted up from her bothers thighs, but she still stared at his cock. Bobby got to his feet, holding his jeans in one hand and starting up the stairs.

Lynn looked at her daughter and Carolyn saw the expression in her mother's eyes. A soft, lewd sort of giggle came from her.

"That's kind of nice, huh, Mother?"

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Carolyn," Lynn said.

"Come off it, Mother," her daughter said. "You saw that thing, too."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lynn said, leaving her daughter standing there as she hurried to the kitchen. Carolyn stood looking after her mother. She was sure her mother was shaking.

In her darkened room, Lynn tossed and turned sleeplessly. The drapes were wide open, her window up. It was quite warm and what breeze came in helped same.

The moon was full and bright and she gazed at it. Her mind retained the image of her son's cock, so strong and hard inside his shorts. Bobby seemed to have a bigger cock than she would have suspected.

Lynn sighed and turned onto her back, spreading her legs wide, her arms over her head as she stretched out on top of the sheet. She was aware that her cunt was bubbling beneath her gown and that it was past midnight and she still had not dozed off.

The next day was Saturday. Unlike most people, Lynn hated the weekends. She could not drive into the groves and watch the men working.

With a sigh, she swung her legs over the bed and started down the hall, thinking a glass of milk might help her get to sleep. She felt a strange anxiety as she reached the head of the stairs. Something felt out of place and she paused, wondering. Turning around, she walked back, and realized what was wrong.

Carolyn wasn't in her room.

Suspicious now, remembering the look in her daughter's eyes, Lynn walked to her son's room. The door was cracked open and the light coming through. Almost afraid of what she would find, Lynn shoved the door open. Instantly her hand went to her throat as she swallowed a gasp.

Bobby was stretched out on his bed. He was fully naked, with Carolyn sitting next to him. Bobby's cock stood up in hardness and Carolyn was clinging to it with a tight fist, gurgling with heat.

"It's been so long since I had your cock in my hand, Bobby!" Lynn heard her daughter say. "You didn't have any hair like you do now."

Bobby wiggled his hips, shoving his hand underneath the short skirt of his sister's nightgown.

"You didn't have these titties, either, Carolyn," he said as he cupped one.

Lynn watched her son's hand moving under her daughter's gown. Carolyn's beautiful thighs showed, along with the curls of her cunt. Lynn leaned against the doorjamb, unable to take her eyes from her children. Her son's cock was big and she could see the juices beading at his piss hole as Carolyn began to run her fist up and down his cock shaft.

"Remember how we tried to fuck when we didn't know how?" Carolyn laughed. "You pressed your cock against my cunt and we thought that was real fucking. Remember?"

"Yeah," Bobby said, his voice low, his hand cupping and squeezing his sister's tit.

Their words sent flashes of boiling sensations through Lynn's body. She stared at her son's hard cock, watching unashamedly as her daughter stroked it.

"I bet we know how now." Lynn heard her daughter say. "I bet we both know how to fuck now, Bobby."

"You wanna try?" Bobby whispered.

"Have you ever fucked?" Carolyn asked.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Who?" Carolyn pressed.

"I'm not gonna tell!" he said.

"Would you tell on me?" Carolyn asked. "I mean, if I let you fuck me, would you tell anyone?"

Bobby shook his head, arching his hips up and making his sister's fist tight at the base of his cock.

"If you don't!" he promised. "I won't tell."

"I bet you've never been fucked this way!" Carolyn said spreading her knees about her brother's thighs. She grasped his balls in one hand, his cock in the other. She jacked on his cock a moment, her exposed pussy hovering above the swollen head of her brother's cock.

Lynn couldn't believe it, yet she was standing there watching. If either of them turned their eyes they would have seen her. Her cunt was boiling wetly, her clitoris straining out in throbbing hardness. The nipples of her rounded tits jutted at the front of her gown, the dark circles obvious.