Kathy Andrews: Finally with mom

"Arlene, I loved it," Peggy whispered, removing her finger. "It's been a long time for me, too. You must have known."

"I thought so, or suspected it, Peggy," Arlene murmured, sitting up on the couch.

"There were little signs, hints, that you were this way. I just never paid enough attention, I guess."

Peggy sat beside her sister, an arm over her shoulders. She tilted her sister's chin, and tenderly kissed the pussy-wet lips.

"It was me that didn't notice, Arlene," Peggy said softly. "I had no idea you were… were…"

"I'm not a lesbian!" Arlene said quickly.

"No. I didn't think you were," Peggy said just as quickly.

"Then why have I wanted to do this to you all these years?"

"I don't know," Peggy said, hugging her sister. "I know you aren't a lesbian, but I'd bet you're a hot little thing, and need sex as much as I do. We're both in the same situation, almost."

Arlene put her head on Peggy's shoulder, her palm resting on her thigh. "I'm so miserable, Peggy."

It was obvious Arlene was miserable. As she caressed her sister, she wondered why it had taken so long for them to discover themselves. Each was hot-blooded, and apparently always had been, but concealed it. Still, as Arlene had said, there had been little signs, little hints, a word there and a word here. But they had both missed it.

Peggy wondered if she would have let her sister lick her cunt when they had been girls, if she had known Arlene had felt her up as she slept. She decided she probably would have. She had been such a hot little ass in those days, and the heat was still there. Yes, Peggy thought, she would have let Arlene suck her cunt. Perhaps she would have returned the favor, put her face between Arlene's thighs. It would probably have been better than jacking off horny boys and suffering with need, herself. At least that way, she could have enjoyed orgasms without resorting to her own fingers.

Her hand rested on Arlene's tits. She felt it moving as her sister breathed. She cupped the tit, kissing Arlene's forehead tenderly. Arlene moaned softly and pushed her tit into Peggy's hand firmly, sliding her own under Peggy's skin.

"Peggy, you're not ashamed, are you?" Arlene asked in a soft, hesitant voice.

"No way, Arlene," Peggy said. "I needed it as much as you, you know."

Arlene ran, her hand up Peggy's skirt, hugging her hips. Peggy murmured softly and began to fondle Arlene's tit, squeezing it, teasing the nipple with her thumb. She moved her hand down into the blouse and bra, closing her hand over her sister's tit.

It felt strange, holding a tit that wasn't her own, but she found it exciting. She stroked and squeezed, making her sister purr softly. Her other hand moved beneath Arlene's skirt, sliding up the soft, satiny flesh of her thigh. Arlene opened her knees, and Peggy didn't hesitate to cup the bubbling wetness of her pussy, feeling it through her skimpy panties. The feel of a cunt other than her own was also strange and exciting, and she rubbed a finger up and down the slit of Peggy's cunt, feeling through the wet panties. Arlene squirmed her ass on the couch, purring hotly. Peggy moved her fingers into the elastic waistband of Arlene's panties, her fingers sliding smoothly through the blonde cunt hair. She touched her sister's knotted clit, making Arlene's hips jerk and a soft, excited gasp come from her throat.

"Oh, yes, Peggy!" she cried hotly, lifting her hips.

Peggy slipped a finger into her sister's cunt, and fucked it in and put slowly. The wet heat, the tightness, excited her, and she pumped the finger back and forth to the slow rhythm of Arlene's hips. Finger-fucking another woman sent shivers of erotic heat through Peggy, and she closed her eyes to savor the feel, the wanton moment of touching and caressing this overheated pussy.

"Oooops!" a male voice gasped.

Peggy jumped.

Arlene jerked her head off Peggy's tits, trying to shove her skirt down.

Her face burned with embarrassment as she saw her nephew, Ted, standing in the open doorway.

Peggy yanked her hand out of her sister's panties and sat upright, trying to appear calm.

Ted, his eyes enormous, didn't seem to know what to do. He averted his gaze quickly, but Peggy knew he had gotten a good look at what she and Arlene had been doing with each other. Ted turned, trying to walk and keep his back to them at the same time – but Peggy had seen the swift hardening of his cock inside his pants before he turned. She watched her son disappear into the kitchen.

"Oh, God!" Arlene gasped. "He caught us, Peggy! He saw what we were doing! I'll die of shame, especially if he tells Henry."

"You'll live, Arlene," Peggy said softly, kissing her sister's mouth quickly. "I have a hunch Ted understands."

"How could he understand this?" Arlene asked. "He's too young to know what it is, what misery we both feel."

"I still think he understands," Peggy said. "I'm not going to stay to find out," Arlene replied, getting to her feet. "Let me use your car, Peggy. I'll bring it back tomorrow, then we can pickup wine."

"Take it," Peggy offered. "The keys are in my purse."

"God, I hope he doesn't tell Henry," Arlene said, and she was gone.

I hope he does, Peggy thought, the idea forming in her mind before she was really aware of it. She had wondered how a mother seduced her young son. She still didn't know, but it couldn't be any different than what she had done with boys as a teenaged girl. Ted was so horny, she felt he would welcome an extra hand on his cock to help him come, whether it was his mother's hand or some little girl's hand.

She heard him run water in the kitchen, and stood up. Her legs were weak and rubbery again, but not from having an orgasm now. They were weak with excitement. Her mind was spinning with what she was going to do. The fact that Ted might refuse her never entered her mind. She felt that a boy that jacked off almost constantly would be delighted with what she was going to do with him.

Ted was standing at the kitchen sink, leaning forward and drinking a glass of water. She looked at him, seeing his youth, his hair getting a little shaggy, the worn places of his jeans, the t-shirt with the rock emblem on the back. For the first time, she noticed it was the rock singer, Madonna.

She slipped up behind her son, wrapping her arms about his waist and hugging him, nuzzling her lips against the top of his head.

"Were you embarrassed, honey?" she asked softly, brushing her lips through his hair.

"A little, Mom," he said.

"Only a little?"

"Just a little," he replied, and she detected a subtle pressure of his young ass pushing back at her.

She wanted to drop her hands to the front of his jeans, but it wasn't time yet, she felt. She had to be absolutely certain of his cooperation. She drew her hands under his t-shirt, and tickled his tiny nipples. At the same time, she pushed her tits at his head, his neck between them. She pressured her cunt into his back, and rubbed very slowly. Ted made a soft sound in his throat, his young body trembling.

"You weren't shocked?" Peggy whispered.

"No," he said, his voice thick.

"Why weren't you?"

"I just wasn't," he said.

"I bet I know why," Peggy whispered very softly. "I bet I know what you've been doing, too."

"Aw, Mom," he murmured.

"I saw it on your sheet yesterday," she purred softly, caressing his chest tenderly, her fingers moving downward. "You have to be more careful, if you don't want me to know."

"Know what?" he groaned, not willing to confess.

"That you are… playing with yourself."

"I'm not doing…"

"Yes, you are," she said softly, and her fingertips were resting on his belt buckle. "I've known about it for weeks, darling. You don't have to be ashamed. All boys do it, and I guess you know girls do, too."