Hot sister all grown up

CHAPTER ONE

Walking angrily into her house, Linda tossed her purse onto the nearby table and sat down. Flopped down, really. Her eyes blazed with anger. She should have known it would happen sooner or later. She knew her brother better than anyone in the world.

She had just gone next door to see if he needed anything from the supermarket. She had a few things to purchase and felt she could save him a trip. She never did ask him, never got into his house. She wasn't sure if her anger was over what she saw, or if it was because he had left the door open deliberately.

Brett had been sitting on the floor, leaning back on one elbow, his legs straight out in front of him. His pants had been open and he had his big cock in his hand, pumping it. That in itself had not bothered her. Since they had been small children, her brother had often played with his cock in front of her, taunting her with it, teasing her until Linda would squirm as she stared at it. She had seen him come off the first time and spurt out his creamy jism, splashing it onto the ground as she stared in fascination.

But that was long ago, and they were adults now. Both of them had been married and divorced. She had Frank, a beautiful son, and he had Peggy, a beautiful daughter. She had rented Brett the house next door over six months ago. It was one of a pair she had received in her divorce settlement. When her brother had needed a place to stay after his divorce, she had rented it to him, cheap. And now this!

She didn't know if Brett had seen her standing in the doorway, but she didn't think he had. She wasn't so much surprised to see her brother jacking on his cock as she had been by Frank and Peggy. Her son and niece were on the couch, and Frank had had his hand under his cousin's dress. Even that didn't really make her angry. Frank was growing up, and he had an interest in girls. She wasn't really angry to see Peggy's small hand on the front of Frank's pants. She wasn't angry to see that her son had a hard-on, although it was still inside his pants. She wasn't angry to see Peggy rubbing Frank's cock, nor was she really angry because her brother was there on the floor, watching them, his cock fully exposed.

So why was she angry?

Linda knew why.

She wasn't getting any herself.

And she wanted it, badly. All her life she had been deeply erotic, but had had to keep it bottled up inside her. Her ex-husband had had little interest in her, or any other woman that she knew of. He was satisfied to wham-bam, then turn over and start sleeping. She had never, not once, had an orgasm except that provided by her own fingers.

She had married as a virgin, even though she had grown up watching her brother jack off and had exposed herself to him many times for his pleasure. They had watched each other develop, pleased hair grew on his cock and balls and her tits had developed. Brett had touched her, but that came in high school. He had touched her tits, played with her nipples, and a number of times, felt her up. She had held his cock and cupped his balls as he jerked off, but they had never fucked. They just felt each other, and Brett would jack off, come, and that was it until the next time. It happened with them four and five times a week, and they had never been caught.

And now Brett was tip to his old tricks with his daughter and her son. What was she going to do about it?

Linda wasn't going to do anything about it. If Frank was enjoying himself – and obviously he was – she wasn't going to stop him. She wasn't even going to let him know she had seen them. She wasn't even going to let him know she knew anything at all about what was going on.

But she wasn't going to keep herself lonely, doing without a hard cock any longer. As she sat there, mad, she considered going back to her brother's house and telling him – no, demanding – that he take care of her, that after all these years, it was time he fucked her with that big cock. But Linda wouldn't do that. She wouldn't do it because her son was still there, her niece was still there.

She could catch Brett alone, when Peggy and Frank were at school, tear his pants away and fuck him whether he wanted it or not, rape his big cock, that's what she could do.

But Linda wouldn't do that, either. She would sit and think about it, torment herself, become more and more frustrated, and then she would whip her cunt into a juicy froth with her fingers until she came a hundred thousand times.

She felt her cunt responding with heat, and squeezed her thighs. A rippling thrill moved into her stomach, her mind seeing them in that house next door again. She wondered if her niece had Frank's cock out of his pants yet, running her small hand up and down it, jacking her son off while Brett sprawled on the floor, watching them, his cock about to go off.

"Fuck!" she hissed, jumping to her feet and stomping into her room.

She stood before the mirror, looking at herself. She was a lovely woman, tall and slim, with rich chestnut hair and big eyes, slightly almond-shaped. Her lips were full and moist, her neck slender. Her flesh was satiny and unblemished. Her tits thrust out with highschool girl firmness, almost pointed. Her waist was small, hips rounded. Her ass jutted out in shapely curves, and her thighs and legs were very long and straight.

She pulled her blouse off, watching her tits. Her nipples were light-tan in color, stiff and peaked, pointing upward in desire. She caressed her tits for a moment, circling her sensitive nipples with the tip of her finger, watching them respond with a greater hardness.

Without her knowing, Frank had come home. He stood now watching her, his eyes enormous. The angle of the mirror prevented Linda from seeing him behind her, but her son could see her naked tits clearly. His cock bulged inside his pants, outlined in throbbing hardness. He watched his mother cup her tits, squeeze her fingers into them, making her succulent nipples stand out firmly.

Thinking she was alone, Linda gazed at her reflected tits, licking her wet tongue back and forth over her lips. Lifting one tit, she lowered her chin, her tongue came out, very long, and she caressed her nipple with it, a soft moan of pleasure bubbling from her. Her ass swayed with a subtle movement, and she clenched her asscheeks tightly as her tongue moved slowly about her rigid nipple, her eyes watching herself.

Frank fought to keep his breathing down, panting as quietly as he could, staring at his mother. He was so excited, his balls hurt.

Linda released her tits, slipping her hands to the small of her back, pulling the zipper of her skirt. When her skirt pooled at her high-heeled feet, she stood almost naked. Her black garter belt was snapped to her flesh-colored nylons, and the tiny panties, also black, hardly concealed her ass.

Frank almost strangled as he swallowed convulsively. He stared at his mother's back hotly, seeing the swell of her ass inside the tight panties, her lower asscheeks showing where they met her thighs. He stared long and hard at his mother's ass, then as if remembering, glanced into the mirror.

Linda was running her hands up and down her flat stomach, tracing the tiny triangle of her panties. The bushy hair of her cunt mounded her panties out deliciously, and she stiffened one finger, sliding it toward the slit of her cunt. She moaned softly as she rubbed her finger up and down, feeling the slit of her cunt with light touches. Her ass twisted and clenched, and her eyes became glassy as she stimulated her cunt.

Frank's cock pushed in painful hardness at his pants, his balls very tight. He tried to place his palm on his hidden balls, but the touch on them only caused a more throbbing pain. He could feel his cock dripping against his shorts, and he wanted to yank it out and pound it swiftly as he watched his mother, but he was afraid the slightest noise would make her stop.

Linda slipped her hand into her panties, running her fingers through her soft, silky pussy hair. She felt the bulge of her hardened clit, and a soft mewl came from her as her hips twitched. She had never been so aroused in her life. It felt as if every part of her body was about to explode, every inch of her aching and straining for a huge orgasm.

With a soft cry of urgency, she shoved her panties down. They went to her feet and stayed there. She stared at her reflection, her eyes hot and glued.

Frank was trying so hard to keep quiet, he was moaning. He stared at his mother's naked ass, seeing the inviting crack of her creamy ass cheeks. In the mirror he saw the lush hair that covered her cunt, and he wondered if he was going to come off inside his pants. His pants were much too tight on his cock and balls, and he feverishly opened his fly. He lifted his hard cock and hot, full balls from it, feeling relief from the pressure. His cock jutted upright, his cockhead almost on his belt. He closed his fingers about his cock, squeezing it as hard as he could.

Linda, still watching her reflection, bent and parted her knees. She ran her fingers again through the soft hair of her cunt, spreading it from her pink, glistening pussy-lips, making her clit stand out with throbbing hardness. She agitated her clit with two fingers, little cries of pleasure escaping her throat.

Frank watched his mother touching her cunt, and the piss-hole of his cock flared and dripped juices over his grasping fingers. He was excited to see the lovely cheeks of his mother's ass clench and relax, see the fan-shape of her pussy hair, see the wet lips of her cunt, and her little clit-bud that stood out so hard. It excited him to see his mother playing with her cunt, touching it, rubbing it.

Linda pushed a stiff finger down and under, sliding it into her cunt. She pressed it deeply, her knuckles stopping it as they smashed at the swollen lips of her pussy. Her body shivered, and with a soft cry, she began to stab her finger in and out of her cunt. Soft wet sounds came to Frank's ears, his eyes on fire as he watched his mother's frontal reflection, watching her fingerfucking herself vigorously.

"Ohhhh!" Frank couldn't stop the groan. Linda whirled around, jerking her finger out of her hairy cunt.

"Frank!" she gasped, and tried to cover her naked tits and cunt, stumbling slightly because her panties hobbled her feet.

Frank darted away, running to his room. Linda stood frozen, one arm over her tits, the palm and fingers of her other hand spreading over her hairy cunt protectively. She had turned around swiftly, and seen her son standing there. But, fast as he ran away, she had seen his cock sticking from his fly, his balls beneath it.

She began to tremble. Then she came.

"Oooooh?" she moaned, curling her fingers into her cunt, her legs shaking with the unexpected orgasm.

After the spasms ended, she pulled her hands away from her body, turning to face the mirror again. She held her arms out, palms forward, and looked at herself. A grin spread over her face, and her eyes started to sparkle.

"So, you like what you saw, do you, Frank?" she said to her reflection. "It made your little cock hard, didn't it? Can Peggy make your young cock as hard as I just did?"

The thought suddenly flared inside her mind. Without trying to consider her actions, she whirled, stepping out of her panties. She walked to the door of her bedroom, and paused. She took a deep breath, and wearing only her garter belt, nylons, and high heels, she walked with determination to her son's room. Linda was not going to have a replay of her teenage years with her brother. She was not going to have her son see her naked, then run, off to jack his young cock off in privacy.

She didn't hesitate at his bedroom door. She turned the knob and threw it open.

"Mom!" Frank yelped, turning his back to her quickly.

But he had not been fast enough to prevent her from seeing his pumping fist on his cock.

She strode quickly toward him and, pulling at his shoulder, forced her son onto his bed. Frank resisted, but not strongly. When she had him on his back, his cock still stood up straight and hard, his balls loaded. She stared at his balls. They reminded her of her brother's balls when he was young.

As she stared down at his cock, it started to wilt.

"Oh no you don't!" she hissed, and grabbed her son's cock tightly, squeezing it hard. She pumped her son's cock a few quick tight strokes. "Seeing me made you hard, huh, Frank? You wanted to do something with this hard-on, didn't you?"

"Aw, Mom, I didn't mean to spy on you," he said, wondering what was going on. He had never seen his mother this way before. He had never seen her naked, nor had he ever seen her looking so strange. Her eyes seemed as if they were on fire, her face was flushed and she was breathing awfully fast so that her naked tits moved up and down. Although he was embarrassed about being caught, about his mother holding his cock so tightly, he couldn't turn his eyes from her naked body, either.

Linda felt her son's cock burning her hand. She pulled upward on it tightly, watching his creamy cockhead bulge, his piss hole open, the wetness that seeped out of it. She ran her tongue over her lips, and her other hand slipped between her thighs again. Frank gulped as he watched his mother rub her fingers back and forth on her cunt, and his cock vibrated with a powerful hardness in her fist.

"So big and hard," Linda moaned, her eyes smoldering as she pumped her fist on his young prick. "So very hard!"

"Mom, what are you gonna do?"

"What am I going to do?" she asked, as if not really hearing him. "I don't know what I'm going to do."

She pulled the fingers between her thighs upward, and Frank watched the pink wetness of his mother's cunt. He thought for sure he was going to come in his mother's hand then and there. His balls became very tight, and he groaned. His hips lifted pushing his cock into her hand as it pressed downward. He wanted to touch his mother's cunt, touch her beautiful tits, feel them. But he wasn't sure what be was supposed to do. He had never seen his mother this way before, and he was almost afraid. What she was doing with his cock felt very good, better than ever before, and he didn't want her to stop.

"SO hard and hot!" Linda whispered, excitement dripping from her voice. "Damn, Frank, your cock is so hard!"

Frank wanted to giggle when he heard his mother say that, but the sound was more like a choke than anything.

Linda let out a squeal, and pounded her tight fist up and down on her son's young cock vigorously, the edge of her hand slapping downward, her palm covering his smoothly swollen prickhead on the upstroke. The seeping juices of his cock smeared her palm, making her fist slippery. She raced her fist up and down, gurgling with hot hunger, her eyes blurring. Her lips were parted and her tongue licked them feverishly.

"You want to come, don't you, Frank?" she purred in a throaty voice. "You need to come, don't you? Do your balls hurt, Frank? Does your cock feel like it's going to burst?"

"Mom!" he gasped, arching his hips upward. "Ohhhh, Mom, that feels so good!"

"Peek at me, will you? Sneak in and watch me undress, will you? You like to see girls, Frank? Do you like to watch girls without their clothes on?"

"Mom, I didn't…"

"Shut up!" she hissed, pounding at his hard cock almost frantically. "Shut up! Don't say anything else, Frank!"

Frank fell silent, his breath coming out in soft, snorting sounds. He wanted to watch his mother's fist on his cock, but he wanted to look at her hairy cunt more. He wanted to touch it, feel it, but wasn't sure she would let him. Just because she was jacking his cock didn't mean she would let him feel her cunt. His mother acted strange sometimes.

"Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" Linda moaned, ramming her fist up and down very fast, from the base of her son's cock to the head. "Oooooh, nice and hard! So hot and hard!"

Frank couldn't stop the words.

"Are you gonna jack me off, Mom?"