J. Brown - Homespun Fun

No, I'd better not, she thought. He doesn't know how things are around here yet, and he's probably too tired to go off again.

Still, the idea of having his gorgeous pecker in her mouth remained with her, and it wasn't long before she could feel warm vaginal liquid seeping into the crevice of her cunt. Glancing down, she saw that her bare nipples were hard and extended, and wanted a mouth on them so badly it was torment.

"That settles that!" she murmured aloud.

Stubbing out her butt, she went to the dresser and took out a penisshaped vibrator, the instrument that gave her such satisfaction when nothing else was available. Returning to the bed she laid down with her legs splayed and her knees drawn up.

Switching on the dildo, she parted the puffy lips of her twat and began rubbing the thing lightly over her sensitive clit, feeling the tingle of it throughout her body. She began writhing and squirming as the delightful sensation excited her, then she moved the device down to her gaping, squishy cunt hole and inserted it into her prickling vagina, pushing it up into her as far as she could.

"Ooohhh! Hhhuuuhhh! Gggaaahhh! Oh, God! Uuummm! Ooohhh!"

Simpering very quietly, she began fucking herself, wondering as she always did when she used the thing why a man's prick didn't vibrate like that. The pointed cylinder was well oiled with her lubricating juices, and went in and out with ease. When it began to warm up, she started lurching her hips off the mattress and rotating her pussy on the divine substitute.

"Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Oh, sweet Jesus!

Gggaaahhh! Mother! Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her climax was abrupt, and she bit on a knuckle to keep from shouting out with sheer pleasure. When her trembling and fluttering had ceased, she left the vibrator embedded in her cunt, pulled the covers over her, and turned off the light. With the fake cock inside her, she relaxed into a contented sleep.

When Ken arrived in the kitchen the next morning, he found Lynn already busy preparing breakfast. It jolted him to see that she was wearing a knee-length nightie of flaming red that was as sheer as either one of the girl's. He was still gawking at her when she turned away from the stove and gave him a bright smile.

"Good morning, Brother. Sit down. I'll have your coffee on the table in a second."

He dropped down at the table and lit a cigarette while she poured him a cup of steaming liquid and brought it over. He was still not quite awake, but the coffee smelled wonderful.

"Are the kids up yet?"

"Oh, yes. Nancy took Dana's tray in a few minutes ago, and Toby's getting dressed. He and I have a lot of things to do today. I've got to buy him some clothes, and we have to pick up our tickets at the travel agency."

Ken had taken a couple of testy sips of coffee, and his mind was beginning to clear. "Does Dana feed herself?"

"Oh, no. I suppose she could, but it's too inconvenient for her. One of us always feeds her."

Lynn had gone back to the stove to dish up his bacon and eggs when Toby came in, neatly dressed in a sport shirt and slacks. He was tall for his age, stocky, with long sandy hair and the family's green eyes. A good-looking boy, Ken remembered him as usually being shy around adults or girls.

"Hi, buddy," Ken said cheerfully. "You're looking good this morning."

"Hi. Thanks." He turned to Lynn. "Mom, can I go over to Tommy's and get my portable radio to take along? You can pick me up there on your way to town."

"All right, but make sure you stay there. I don't want to hunt all over the neighborhood for you."

"I will. Bye. See ya, Uncle Ken."

"Right, Toby."

As he was leaving, the boy brushed by Nancy who was returning with Dana's tray and who was dressed in the same gauzy gown she had worn the night before. Ken's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything as Lynn placed a full plate in front of him.

"Morning, Uncle Ken," Nancy said. She set the tray by the sink, then washed and dried her hands. "Mom, I'm going to go straighten up my room, now. Okay?"

"Yes. And you'll have to clean the house today, too. I'll be gone with Toby for quite a while, then we have to come home and pack."

"Sure, I don't mind. Dana's all set. I'll give her a bath later on."

Ken watched her near-naked titties bobble and her pert ass jiggle as she left the room, then turned back to his breakfast while Lynn poured herself a cup of coffee and joined him.

"Everything all right?" she asked.

"Fine." He bit into a piece of toast. "Look, I don't want to sound like a prude, but do you think it's a good idea for you and the girls to parade around in front of Toby with hardly anything on?"

Lynn seemed genuinely surprised. "Why on earth not?"

"Well, for one thing, it isn't decent. For another, the boy might start getting ideas."

The woman tossed her head back with laughter. "Well, of all the things to say after what we did when we were kids! For God's sake, don't you remember?"

"Damn right I do, but we didn't do anything in front of our parents.

And they didn't go around naked in front of us, either."

"Ken," she said soberly, "times have changed. Nudity isn't nasty or immoral any more. A lot of families make a practice of going around in their homes all the time without a stitch on. It satisfies the kids' curiosity and gives them a more open mind toward the human body and sex."

"That may well be, but speaking as a male, I know what the sight of a nude woman does to a boy or man. Hasn't Toby ever gotten a hard-on when he saw you like that?"

Lynn lit a cigarette with obvious slowness. "Weeelll, yes, he has. Not out in the open, but I could see it in his shorts or pants."

"And how do you suppose that affects him? What does he do, go in his room and jack off?"

"Ssshhh! Not so loud. The girls might hear. He probably does pound off once in a while. Most boys that age do, just like you did."

"Right, but why provoke him? And speaking of the girls, what do they think when they see a big bulge in Toby's pants? Surely they must have some idea of what's happening and what's causing it."

The dour look on Lynn's face showed that she thought he was chewing her out. "So what if they do? Where's the harm in that? They're going to find out about sex sooner or later, and I'd much rather have them learn it at home. Wouldn't you?"

Ken popped the last bite of bacon into his mouth and pushed his plate away. "Have you had a talk with the kids about sex?"

"No. I was waiting to discuss it with you, and hoping we could approach them together. After all, with three kids, it's a pretty big job for one person."

"I agree." He lit a cigarette. "Just how much have they seen that you know of?"

She stood up, spun around so that he could see her body through her nightie, then sat down again. "That's all that Toby's been exposed to, I'm sure. That goes for what he's seen of the girls, too."

"Have the girls ever seen him naked with a hard-on?"

"No. I'm positive of that. If they had, they would have come to me and asked questions. Girls are just as curious as boys, you know."

"I suppose," he said. "So, just how far do you think we ought to go when we talk to them?"

Lynn smiled and put a hand on his arm. "I'll leave that up to you.

Think about it while I'm gone, and let me know when I get back.

Whatever we do, it's going to have to be soon. They're all at the age where they'll want to know everything."

He grinned back at her. "Well, I'll do what I can, but it's not exactly in my line. Maybe I can find a book on it or something. You give it some thought, too."

"I will." She stood up. "Right now, I've got to shower and dress. If I don't get started, I'll never get done. Leave things where they are.

Nancy'll take care of it later."