Kathy Andrews - Mom get her licks

Julie had turned his balls loose, her cheek resting on his thigh, her face near his balls, inhaling the wonderful, exciting scent of them.

"Oh, God, that made me come, too!" she panted. "My cunt almost blew apart."

"I like to suck cock," Becky giggled softly. "I thought Ben was going to strangle me when he came, though."

"You managed to swallow most of it," Julie said. "Mmmm, and I had a nice taste of come juice, too. That's what made me come, tasting that sweet come juice."

Becky gave a small yelp.

Ben had dripped a little piss from his cock. It wet his sister's neck.

Julie laughed when she realized her son was dribbling piss. "Let it go, Ben! Piss hard!" Ben sighed with relief as he let his piss flow.

The stream became stronger and Becky raised her face. The hot piss spurted across her neck, and with a squeal, Becky shoved her face into the stream. As piss splashed at Becky's face, Julie found herself being sprayed, too. With a cry of pleasure, Julie opened her mouth and shoved her head close to her daughter's.

"Mmmmm," she murmured, her tongue out and tasting the hot piss of her son. "Mmmm, wonderful!"

Becky, too, opened her mouth.

Ben laughed lewdly as he pissed into the faces and mouths of his mother and sister.

Becky, drinking as her tongue licked at the stream of piss, grasped one of her mother's tits, her small hand squeezing hard. Julie shot her hand between her daughter's thighs, cupping and pressing at her suddenly contracting cunt. She moaned and pushed her daughter's face away, catching the stream of piss into her own mouth. She lowered her face until she closed her lips about the head of her son's cock. She drank his piss, her cunt exploding time and again with orgasm.

"Move over, Mother!" Becky shouted.

Reluctantly, Julie pulled her mouth off her son's pissing cock, and watched as her daughter lowered her face. Becky held her lips parted, feeling the hot piss spray the back of her throat, drip to the base of Ben's hairless cock, drenching his balls and inner thighs, his hips.

Julie, with a sob of ecstasy, shoved her face to her son's balls, licking at the hot piss greedily. Becky held the base of her brother's cock, and the flow stopped. But then Ben sent a final spurt of piss into his sister's mouth.

Becky cried out as she swallowed it, her cunt, too, bubbling into an orgasm against her brother's chin. Ben, feeling his sister's velvety cunt contracting, dipped his face and thrust his tongue into it, fucking swiftly.

"Oooo, I can't get enough of it!" Julie cried, burying her face into her son's piss-wet crotch, sucking and licking at the wetness. "I love it? Ohhhh, God… I love the taste of piss! The taste of hard cock, hot cunt, come juice…"

"Fucking cunts," Ben laughed, pulling his tongue from his sister's pussy. "Just a couple of fucking cunts."

Becky rolled from her brother. "Damn right, we're fucking cunts, you little asshole! And you're damn glad we are, Ben. Where do you think you could stick that cock if it wasn't for me and Mother?"

Julie sat up, wiping her hands about her piss wet face, then licking her palms and fingers.

"She's right, Ben," she laughed. "You've never had it so good, and you know it."

Ben moved out of the wet place on the carpet, sitting up and grinning at his mother and twin sister. "Sure, I know it," he said; "But you're still a fucking pair of cunts, hot cunts!"

"I agree wholeheartedly," his mother said. "I sure have a hot cunt, and so does your sister. I wish I was all cunt, just one great big hairy cunt!"

"Besides, Ben," Becky giggled. "Where would you be if we weren't fucking cunts? A cunt that isn't a fucking cunt wouldn't do you much good, would it?"

"You two decide what's a fucking cunt and what's not a fucking cunt," Julie said, standing up. "I've got to shower this piss off me."

As she showered, Julie wondered if she would ever be able to go very long again without cock.

She found herself thinking of her deceased husband again, wondering what he would say about her fucking Ben, sucking Becky's sugary cunt. When he was alive, they would fantasize together, and although it turned her husband on when she fantasized about eating cunt or fucking another man, they had never talked about doing it with their twins.

In fact, they had not fucked with anyone except each other. They had talked about it a lot. The fantasies had been wonderful, yet they had never once actually involved anyone else.

Her husband had told her she was cunt, that cunt was written all over her. She had been pleased, not offended. She wondered if it was really true, that cunt was written all over her. She wondered if other men noticed it, could smell it, on her. She had seen women who gave off an aura of sexuality, and her husband told her she was one of them. A woman like her drew men like a bitch in heat, he had said. Yet, he never worried about Julie cheating on him, and she never had.

If only he were still alive, she was sure he would be pleased with the things she was doing with their twins. She was certain, after all the fantasies, that her husband would love to watch her fuck their son and suck his cock. She was certain, too, that he would be fucking their daughter, Becky.

But she would never know now. Her husband was dead. And she was fucking the twins.

Somehow, she felt her husband was there, watching and giving his approval.

Fighting off a growing sadness. Julie turned the shower off and dried herself with a huge towel. Tucking it about her naked body, she joined her twins in her bedroom. Their hair was wet, and she realized they had showered together in the other bathroom. They were sitting in the middle of her bed, facing each other, talking quietly.

"I don't know why I bother taking a shower," Julie said, facing her mirror and brushing her hair. "I like to feel piss on me."

"We do, too," Becky said, watching her mother.

Julie's long legs were exposed beneath the towel, and the lower part of her ass cheeks were revealed. When she placed the brush down and turned to face them, a puff of her cunt hair showed.

"Becky," she said, "I'd like to know something. If your father was still above, would you fuck him?"

"Fuck Daddy?" Becky asked, and she began to grin. "Oh, yes, Mother? I'd fuck him good!"

"And suck his cock?"

"Mmmmm, I'd love to!"

Becky's eyes shone as she tried to imagine sucking her father's cock, the feel of it in her hairless cunt.

"Mother, did Daddy have a big cock?"

Julie smiled. "It was huge, so long and thick! That man could really come, too. And his balls were big and hairy, always loaded."

"I wish we could have watched you two fucking, Mom," Ben said. "I'd have liked watching Daddy, fucking you."

"Okay, enough," Julie said. "If we keep talking about him, the three of us will be blubbering, and we don't want to be sad, do we?"

"No," Becky said. "But I still wish I could have fucked Daddy."

Julie dropped the towel and sat on the edge of the big bed. She smoothed her hand over the sheet. "Your father and I had some wild times on this bed," she said.

"No more talk about Daddy," Ben suggested. "Remember?"

"Right," Julie said, grinning at her son. She leaned forward and kissed Ben's lips. Her hand crept to his cock, squeezing it.

"Honey," she said softly, "would you like to stick this thing up my ass?"

Ben's eyes widened. "You mean fuck you in your asshole, Mom?"

"That's just what I mean," Julie said, pumping his cock. "You saw my finger, didn't you?"

Becky squealed with excitement. "I'd like that, too, Mother! Ben, fuck us both in the ass!"

"You two are crazy," Ben replied. "But it's your ass, not mine. You want me to fuck you in the asshole, Mom, I'll do it. I'll fuck you anyplace you want – and you, too, Becky. I'm not particular."