Kathy Andrews - Mom wants golden showers

Her legs trembled as she stood up. She felt nervous, apprehensive, unsure of herself. She walked quietly down the hall, and just as she suspected, Shari and Barry were in his room, and they had not bothered to close the door. They were so confident, and Janet couldn't understand why.

She looked in.

Her daughter had removed her baby doll gown and her ruffled panties hung on one ankle. Shari was lying back on Barry's bed, her slim legs opened wide. Janet saw her daughter's tits. They were small, with little, pink nipples jutting up with hardness. She saw Shari's naked body, her flat stomach, and the sugary slit of her pink, little cunt. She could even see Shari's tiny clit strain up from her cunt-slit.

Barry was on his knees between Shari's open legs. He had removed his pajama bottoms, but not his top. Janet saw his cock stick out in full hardness, his cock-head smooth and swollen, his prick-shaft throbbing. She saw his hairless balls, tight and hot looking. Barry had his hand near his sister's cunt and he began to stroke his cock with his other hand. Shari was gazing at his prick hotly, gasping softly, eager, willing.

"I get to put it in next week," Barry said to his sister.

"I can't wait, Barry," Shari mewled softly, twisting her naked, little ass on the bed. "I sure do wanna feel it in me!"

Janet couldn't breathe. They were talking about fucking, but why wait until next week? What significance was that? Janet didn't know.

"I do, too," Barry replied, stroking his cock as he caressed his sister's pussy. "You sure look hot and tight, Shari."

"You know my pussy is tight," Shari giggled softly. "You've had your finger in it a lot of times!"

"Do you think my cock will fit okay?"

"You know what Daddy said!" Shari replied. "He said your cock would fit just right."

Janet's mind was spinning. Her ex-husband did know!

Barry leaned forward, pushing the head of his cock against his sister's cunt. He smashed his pisshole upon her small clit. Shari gave a soft squeal, shoving her cunt to him.

Holding his cock against his sister's cunt! Barry pumped his fist back and forth. Shari held her small ass up from the bed, her chin tucked down, her young eyes glittering with a passion that surprised Janet.

Janet was so fascinated by what she was watching, she stood in the open door, and the twins could have seen her if they had looked that way.

"I like to feel your cock push on my cunt," Shari moaned. "I like the way it smashes me!"

"I bet you'll cum again, Shari," Barry moaned, jacking on his cock faster. "I bet you'll cum when I do!"

"Ooooh. I wanna cum," Shari gurgled. "I love to cum, Barry! I bet when you fuck me! I'll cum and cum for a long time!"

"You like it when I cum on your cunt, Shari?"

"Oh, yes, Barry!"

"I'm gonna cum all over your cunt, Shari!"

"Hurry! I wanna feel your jizz on my pussy!"

Janet leaned against the door, hardly believing what she was watching and hearing.

Shari loved it. Her little ass was twisting, pushing up, wanting the pressure of her brother's cock on her hot, little cunt.

"Are you ready! Shari?" Barry grunted.

"I'm ready, Barry!"

"Okay, here it comes!"

Janet saw his cock gush, saw his prick spray hot cum-juice over his sister's cunt. She watched it with smoldering eyes, and she watched Shari writhe her naked, little ass wildly, gurgling. Barry jerked at his spewing cock, drenching his twin sister's cunt completely.

"Ooooh, now I'm cumming!" Shari gasped. "Oh, it's so good, Barry! My pussy is cumming."

"I see it," Barry groaned, watching his sister's cunt-lips pulsate, glistening now with his sister's cum-juice.

Since his cock was not spurting, he pulled it away, and sat on his heels staring at his sister's cunt as Shari twisted her ass about in rapture.

Janet slipped out of sight, leaning against the wall near the open door, her eyes closed. She was trembling badly, and her cunt was burning with a fierce heat that was strange, a heat she had not felt before. The crotch of her panties was soaked, and she could even feel her pussy juices slide slowly along her inner thighs. Her tits felt as if they were going to burst from her chest, and her nipples ached with stiffness. She wanted to move, to flee to her room, but her legs were wobbly. She was afraid if she moved now, she would fall. She listened to the heavy breathing of the twins then their soft words came to her.

"Next Monday, Barry said. "I get to fuck you next Monday, Shari! Are you looking forward to it as much as I am?"

"You know I am, Barry," Shari replied. "You know I've been wanting you to fuck me for a long time. I bet if Daddy wasn't dead, he'd say we could fuck now. Whats a few more days, anyway?"

"We promised," he said. "We promised Dad we wouldn't fuck until our birthday."

"It sure is hard to wait that long," Shari complained. "I like it when you use your finger in me, or my own fingers, but I wanna feel your hard cock in me awful bad!"

"Well, Monday is our birthday, and we're gonna fuck all night!" Barry promised. "And we'll fuck every day, too!"

Janet had not remembered the twin's birthday. So that was why they had to wait. Her ex-husband had known all the time, and they had promised him to wait until their birthday. But what else had they been doing? What had they been doing with their father? What had their father taught them, told them?

"Do you believe what he said about Mom?" Barry asked.

Janet held her breath, listening closely. "Sure, why would he tell us a lie like that?" Shari replied.

"I don't know," Barry answered. "But I think he was right. Mom hasn't said anything to us yet, and I'm always taking a piss with the door open."

Janet was apprehensive. Her ex-husband had told them the truth. She couldn't say no. Just about anyone could manipulate her. She didn't want to be hurt, especially sexually. She didn't even want to be degraded or humiliated. It just happened that way. If someone understood that part of her personality, they could use her for any purpose they wanted.

She was passive, she allowed it. She experienced pleasure when she was degraded, humiliated. She didn't want to feel pleasure, but that was the way it was, and she couldn't do anything about it. Her husband knew that, and now the twins knew it.

Monday, Barry would fuck his sister, and Janet couldn't prevent it from happening. She couldn't talk to them, let them know she had watched the night before, listened to what they said. They would fuck each other, and Janet knew she would be trying to watch, unable to stop herself or the fucking.

Monday. Five more days.

She tried to read, but her attention wouldn't focus. There was too much distraction.

Shari and Barry were wrestling on the floor, and even when Barry kicked a figurine from a small, fragile table, shattering it, Janet couldn't say anything. Barry had sent her a glance, but she flushed and pretended to be too absorbed in her book to even notice the breaking sound it made.

Barry wore cut-off jeans and nothing else. Shari had on a pair of her extremely tight shorts and a boy's shirt. Janet watched as Barry let his sister pin him to the floor and climb on top of him. But instead of sitting on his stomach, Shari spread her body on top of her brother, and Janet noticed her tight, little ass moving, grinding. Barry had his arms about his sister's waist, and he was pushing his cock up at her gently moving crotch.

My God, Janet thought. They're almost fucking right in front of me! Shari is rubbing her cunt on his cock, and if they didn't have clothes on, Barry's cock would be poking at his sister's cunt.

She noticed her son looking at her as his sister wiggled on top of him, and although she was blushing deeply, she couldn't say anything. Barry grinned at her, and she quickly lowered her eyes to the book. But the words blurred, and she kept lifting her eyes to watch Shari's wiggling ass. Shari spread her slender legs along the outside of her brother. Janet could see the tightness of those shorts, Shari's crotch, the creamy, inner smoothness of her long, young thighs.