Harry Stevens: Hot bed cousins

"Maybe we're not through after all," Sally noted while she fondled her aunt's big tits.

"Let's think about it in the shower," Meg suggested.

Sally agreed and they went arm in arm to the bathroom. Moments later they stood together in the tub under the warm water which gushed from overhead. Sally took the soap and lathered her aunt's cunt and Meg returned the favor. Then they did the same thing with each other's tits. They were getting so hot! As hot for each other as they had been before they'd fucked.

And there were so many things two females could do to keep their lesbian fires burning. Such as Meg telling her niece that she wanted her ass licked. Then spreading her asscheeks so a kneeling Sally could turn her tongue loose down there. Or Meg inserting a whole bar of soap up Sally's pussy. Crazy things. Wild things. Kinky things. The things a pair of horny women go for when there's no man around.

The shower turned out to be just a temporary site for the continuing passion of aunt and niece. Before long they were back in bed, inventing new ways for mutual pleasure, existing in a world of their own.

It couldn't last forever, though. For, in reality, Meg and Sally were just two sides of an incestuous triangle. Sooner or later they would have to deal with the third part.

It turned out to be sooner.

Andy Browning walked into the house and nothing would ever be the same again.

"Mom, I'm home," he called. "You here?"

Meg and Sally had been sucking each other's cunt. But their sixty-nine broke up in a hurry when they heard that voice.

"It's Andy!" Sally gulped. "What do we do now, Aunt Meg? I don't think I'm ready for him to find us like this."

Meg was surprisingly calm. "Leave it to me," she told her niece. "As long as I don't answer him, Andy probably won't come in here. Let him think he's home all alone for now. In the meantime, you go hide in the closet. I'll clean up, put something on, and go deal with Andy."

"Should I try and sneak out the back door if I get the chance?" Sally asked.

"If you like," Meg answered. Then slyly added, "But you might be missing something if you leave."

"What are you going to do, Aunt Meg?"

"Shhhh," a whispering Meg cut her niece off. "No time to explain. I just heard Andy's footsteps outside. He might overhear us if we talk anymore."

The last thing Sally said as she was led toward the closet was, "This is getting too heavy for me. Think I'll split when I get the chance."

"Have it your way," Meg patiently replied. She saw no reason to argue the point. Even if Sally didn't realize it yet herself, Meg knew full well that her niece wasn't going anyplace. Locking the closet door would take care of that.

When Sally was safely out of sight, Meg took her time about preparing to face her son. First she toweled the spit and pussy juice off her naked body. Then she powdered between her legs, turning her twat a blushing pink with the rose tinted talcum. Her tits also got the same treatment. After this she dabbed some perfume on both places. She looked and smelled terrific.

"Okay, what'll I wear?" she asked herself while studying her reflection in the mirror.

She chose a simple robe. There was nothing special about it, except that the sash which tied it closed was lost. Meg would have to hold the flaps to keep herself covered – and let them go when the time was right.

Now Meg had one last thing she needed to take care of – Sally.

After taking a key from her jewel box, Meg went over to the closet where her niece was hidden. She slipped the key into the old fashioned lock and turned her wrist. After the click, a trapped Sally started tapping and scratching on the other side of the door.

"You'll thank me for this later," Meg said through the door. "Just look through the keyhole if you get curious about what Andy and I are up to. I'll be back in here with him in a few minutes. So just sit tight, honey, and get ready to enjoy the show."

Meg then drifted out into the hallway. She cruised the house, searching for Andy, and found him talking on the phone. Hanging back, she eavesdropped on the conversation.

"Sally's not home, huh?" Andy was saying. "Do you know where she is, Uncle Bill?"

His jaw dropped when he heard the answer.

"Are you sure that's right, Uncle Bill?" he said. "Are you sure Sally's over here? I just came home and…"

Meg chuckled in the wings as her son's jaw dropped all over again.

"What?" Andy gulped at what his uncle had just told him. "Sally's with my mom?"

At this point Meg cleared her throat and made her presence known.

"I-I'll talk to you later, Uncle Bill," Andy stammered. He hurriedly hung up as his robed mother approached him.

"Yes, Sally was here," Meg answered Andy's unspoken question. "We spent the afternoon together."

"Uh, no kidding," Andy muttered, wanting to find out more but afraid to ask too many questions. "What'd you two do, anyway?"

"Had lunch. Talked about this and that," Meg said. "Sally's a delightful girl. Too bad she's your cousin. You two would make a cute couple."

Andy's heart almost stopped when he heard that. Somehow, though, he pretended to be calm.

"Where's Sally now?" he asked after a deep breath that he hoped his mother didn't notice.

"Gone," was all Meg would say. Her hands had parted the top of her rope so her tits spilled almost all the way out.

Andy was relieved by his mother's obvious come-on. If she was horny that must mean that whatever she and Sally had talked about was nothing to worry about. There was no way, Andy reasoned, that his mother would be in this kind of mood if she knew, he was fucking his cousin.

"I know what's on your mind, Mom," Andy chuckled with a surge of self-confidence. He felt good as his cock stiffened in his jeans in reaction to his sexy mother. He was ready to forget all about Sally for now.

But Meg wouldn't let him. Not when she opened her robe all the way and showed him her pussy – a pussy shaved as cleanly as Sally's was.

This time Andy was sure his heart had really stopped. Could it be just a coincidence that his mother and cousin had both shaved their cunts? As he considered the possibilities, Andy didn't know whether to be frightened or excited.

"Like it?" Meg purred, rubbing her hand over her smooth cunt.

"It-it took me by surprise," Andy stuttered.

"That's the general idea," Meg purred some more. "Just wait'll you taste it."

She let the robe fall to the floor and stepped forward in the nude. Putting her hands on Andy's shoulders, she forced him to his knees so he was looking straight at her cunt.

"Eat it," she commanded.

While Andy stared at Meg's bald cunt he couldn't help but see Sally's equally shorn pussy. It was as if his mother and cousin were somehow in the same body.

Impatient for her son to perform, Meg pushed Andy's face against her slick cunt. His tongue reacted automatically, tasting the female honey which oozed forth.

"Mmmmmm, that's it," Meg called down. "Lick me, lick me. Make me come in your mouth."

Her cunt seemed to suck Andy's tongue inside of it. Then Meg was bumping her hips in her son's face.

Andy performed like a machine. As long as he was eating pussy, he didn't have to think. But it was over almost as soon as it had begun. Meg's cunt was suddenly swamped with female cum as she climaxed with a moaning shudder.

Now she pulled away from Andy. He was forced to stare at her cunt again and make those mind-bending comparisons between her and Sally. Then Meg began drifting toward the bedroom. Andy followed, not knowing what he was letting himself in for. But he had to find out – that was the only thing he knew for sure.

Moments later Meg was spread out on the bed. Andy noticed that the covers and sheets were already in a tangle, as though some serious action had recently taken place there. He wanted to ask about it. God, how he wanted to ask about it! But he couldn't find the right words. And now his naked mother was beckoning.