More than a mother

CHAPTER TWO

"What happened to your dress, Shari?"

Shari had entered her house through the rear door, trying to sneak through the wash room and down the hall to her room without her mother seeing her.

She turned and saw her mother in the doorway leading to the kitchen. "I… fell, Mom," she lied.

"Fell?" Joyce stared at her daughter. "And tore your dress just by falling? What were you doing, climbing trees again? And you have dirt and leaves all in your hair."

"I gotta take a bath," Shari muttered and ran down the hall toward her room.

Joyce watched her daughter, a frown on her face. She did not believe that story for a minute. A dress would not be torn in that manner by a fall.

Joyce felt exasperated again. Ever since her husband had passed away, she had been struggling to raise her daughter and son as best she could, along with keeping the orange grove up. The task was almost too much for her, and she often thought of selling out and moving into the city. There would be enough money from the sale for them to live for years if she was careful. Joyce didn't like living way out here, away from neighbors. When her husband was with her, she loved it. But now she had no one except Shari and Bobby.

She wanted to enjoy herself, go out and meet people, preferably men. The word 'men' always startled Joyce. But she was honest with herself. She was intensely sexual and was constantly horny. There were no men out here for her to meet except for the transient laborers, and she wanted nothing to do with them. What men there were had wives and families, and she wanted nothing to do with that sort of situation.

She turned back to the kitchen where she had been juicing oranges. There was something wrong, she felt, but if Shari didn't come to her about it, she could not help her. She had never interfered with her children, always waiting for them to approach her. It was possible her daughter had torn her dress by falling, but somehow Shari did not act as if that was what had happened. For one thing, Joyce had seen that unusual glow in her daughter's eyes.

She finished with the oranges and washed her hands. Then she went to her daughter's room and, with Shari still in the tub, she examined the torn dress. There was a long rip from the hem all the way to the waist, and the front of it had been torn all the way down, too. Carrying the dress, she went to the bathroom and entered without knocking.

Shari, sitting in a tub full of bubbles, looked up at her mother. Joyce saw that the glow was still in Shari's dark eyes. She sat on the toilet with the dress in her hands. She gazed at her daughter until Shari dropped her eyes, and her sudden flush was not missed by Joyce.

"Okay, honey," Joyce said in a quiet voice. "Tell me how this happened. And I don't want any made-up story, you hear me?"

"Mom, I told you. I fell," Shari insisted.

"And I said I didn't want stories," Joyce said firmly. "Look at me, young lady!"

Shari lifted her eyes shyly. Joyce saw that warm glow in them, saw the excitement that her daughter still felt. She knew immediately what had happened. She had felt the same feeling too many times herself.

"Stand up, Shari," she demanded, dropping the torn dress to the floor. "Stand up and let me look at you."

Shari slowly stood in the tub, bubbles clinging to her naked body. She felt no embarrassment about being naked before her mother. There was no shame concerning seeing each other without clothing on. They didn't allow Bobby to see them, of course, but they had seen each other many times.

"Get out of the tub," Joyce said, taking the towel. She dried her daughter's body as Shari stood on the floor. Joyce felt Shari tremor beneath her hands. When she had all the soap bubbles off, she looked at Shari's nakedness critically. Joyce was on her knees, facing Shari. She looked over the small, flawlessly shaped tits, down the flat stomach, and for a brief moment gazed at the curling dark hairs of her pussy. Then Joyce leaned a bit closer, reaching a fingertip forward.

"You're scratched, Shari," she said.

"Where?" Shari asked, looking down.

"Open your legs."

Shari parted her thighs, and her mother probed at a scratch very close to her cunt, perhaps half an inch long. The cut was superficial, but the location was like a bright, exploding light.

"How did this happen?" Joyce asked.

"Mom, I told…"

"That's enough, Shari," Joyce said sharply. "You tell me how this happened, and I want the truth, young lady."

"I-I can't, Mom," Shari stammered. "I can't tell you."

Joyce looked into her daughter's face. "All right, Shari. Did one of the men grab you?"

Shari shook her head. "Oh, no! That wasn't what…" Shari began to cry.

Joyce stood up and drew her daughter against her body, hugging her tightly. "There, there," she murmured. "You don't have to cry, darling. You weren't hurt, were you?"

"Oh, no!" Shari sobbed, holding her mother's waist tightly. Then she blubbered out the story. "And they said they would beat me up if I told on them," she finished.

Joyce held her daughter, feeling a weird excitement coursing through her. What her daughter had just told her sent bubbles of pleasure racing throughout her body. Although she was such a horny woman, she still felt strange that she could feel this way about what had happened to her daughter.

"They raped you," she said quietly.

"No they didn't, Mom," Shari insisted. "They didn't rape me. They just made me take my clothes off and then David fucked me. That's all."

"And Sandra fu… did it to Mike," Joyce asked. "And you watched it, Shari?"

"Y-yes," Shari sobbed.

Joyce felt a tingling heat between her thighs, and she thought she would come just picturing what her daughter told her. Her cunt swelled inside her panties and she became extremely wet. Her mind began to work, and she smiled as an idea formed in her mind. It would work, she knew, because she could threaten the kids with exposure.

"They won't harm you, darling," she said, caressing her daughter's naked back. "Don't you worry about a thing. I'll handle those kids."

"What are you gonna do, Mom?" Shari asked, feeling protected.

"Get dressed and come with me," Joyce said in a husky voice. She left her daughter in the bathroom and went outside to the small shed where they stored tools and various equipment.

"Bobby," she said to her son, who was sitting on a bench sharpening a saw, "let that go for the time being and come in the house. I have something I have to discuss with you and Shari."

Bobby put the saw down and followed his mother. He liked the way she moved her ass, and he watched her ass wiggle in her tight jeans. Bobby, a year younger than his sister, had been going out to the shed on the average of twice a day and jacking off while thinking about his mother. So far, his sister had not interested him that way but his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and when he discovered he could jack off and come like crazy, it was always her body he had in his mind.

When he entered the living room, he found his mother there with his sister. Shari was wearing her robe and her long hair was wet. "You take a bath in the middle of the day, Shari?" he asked.

"I don't always wait until night," Shari snapped at him, "like some people I know."

"That's enough bickering," Joyce said. "Bobby, sit down and listen to what I've got to say."

Bobby caught a peek of his sister's thighs, and his cock suddenly swelled into hardness. He crossed his legs and waited, wondering why the sight of his sister's legs made his cock get so hard. He had never felt that way before about her.

Joyce told him what had happened to Shari, and his eyes went wide. He wasn't shocked or embarrassed by what his mother said. On the contrary, he felt jealous that Shari had been fucked and he was still just jacking off.

"Did you like it, Shari?" he asked before his mother realized what he was saying.

"None of your business!" Shari snapped.

"Okay, kids, stop it," Joyce said. Then she looked at her daughter. "Did you, Shari?"

"Did I what, Mom?"

"Like it?"

Shari didn't answer, but Joyce saw the sudden glow of heat in her dark eyes, and she did not miss the shiver or the soft smile on Shari's pretty face. "Yes, you liked it," Joyce said. "Now, the question is… what are we going to do about it?"

"I can beat up David and Mike," Bobby said, his voice squeaking. "I'll beat their asses good!"

"No. You won't," Joyce told him. "You're smaller than they are. Besides, what I have in mind would be much better."

"Tell us how we're gonna get back at them, Mom," Bobby said. "If I can't beat them up, how are we gonna get back at them?"

Joyce took a deep breath. Watching her children closely, she outlined her plan. As she talked, she saw their enthusiasm. Shari squirmed on the couch and Bobby's eyes glowed like hot goals. A peek at his lap showed Joyce that his cock was very hard.

"Hey, that's a good idea, Mom!" Bobby yelled. "I like it."

"How about you, Shari?"

"I'm all for it," Shari agreed. "It's gonna be fun getting back at them."

"Since we're all agreed to this," Joyce said, her eyes flashing with pleasure, "I suppose we should carry it a little further, don't you?"

"Like what, Mom?" Bobby asked.

"Shari loved it." When her daughter started to protest, she said, "Oh, stop trying to lie about it, honey. You know you loved getting that cock up your cunt!"

Both Bobby and Shari looked at their mother with shocked expressions. "What did you say, Mom?" Shari asked.

"I said you loved being fucked by David's cock."

Bobby started laughing with glee. "You sure did, Shari! You loved his cock up your cunt!"

He shot his mother a questioning look. Joyce laughed throatily, and Bobby began to chant with pleasure. "Fucked your cunt with his cock… fucked your cunt with his cock… fucked your cunt with his cock…"

"Mom, make him stop that!" Shari shouted.

"Why, darling? It's true," Joyce said.

Shari stared at her mother, then at her brother. Then she laughed. "Yes, I did love it! He fucked my cunt and I loved it!"

Joyce watched her children as they said the words over and over, feeling a thrill deep inside her slender, curvy body. Her cunt was swollen inside her pants, and she knew she was very wet there. Her tits seemed ready to burst out of her bra and shirt, and her nipples tingled hotly.

Very deliberately, she reached over and flipped her daughter's robe open. Shari stopped laughing and grabbed for it but not before Bobby saw her small, exquisite tits and dark cunt hair.

"Mom!" Shari gasped in surprise.

"Oh, we can all stop pretending now," Joyce said. "With what we are going to do, why keep up this silly pretending?"

"That's right," Bobby said, throwing his legs wide so his mother and sister could see the way his cock strained against his pants. He was gazing right at his mother's swelling tits.

Joyce smiled at him, arching her shoulders to make her tits stand out even more. "That's a pretty cute prick sticking up there, honey," she said, pointing at his hard on. "I bet Shari would enjoy seeing it."

Bobby was quick to open his pants and take his cock out. He sat there, proudly, with his prick exposed, standing high in the air. The head of his cock was very smooth and very swollen, the shaft throbbing. There was a glistening bead of moisture on his piss hole.

Shari and Joyce stared at his cock, and Shari felt that new-found sensation bubbling between her thighs again. When her mother opened her robe once more, she did not try to pull it back. Instead, she sat on the couch, her tits fully revealed to her brother's hot eyes. When she felt her mother's hand on her knee, pulling her legs open wide, she didn't resist. She let her mother pull open her legs and was pleased at the way her brother's eyes burned while he gazed at her cunt.

"Pretty, isn't it, Bobby?" Joyce asked her son in a low, excited voice. "Isn't Shari's cunt pretty?"

"Gosh-a-damn-a-fuck!" Bobby grunted, grabbing his cock tightly. He openly and unhesitatingly began to jack off.

"You can do better than that now, baby," Joyce said. "You can fuck Shari instead of jacking off."

"I can?" Bobby's voice was cracked with excitement.

"Tell him, Shari," Joyce said, grinning wickedly at her daughter.

"Didn't we just say that, Bobby?" Shari murmured. "What have we been talking about the past hour?"

"I thought…"

"This is part of it, honey," Joyce interrupted, her voice low and husky. "Why stop halfway? Why not go all the way?"

"Oh, boy!" Bobby grunted, gripping his cock hard. He stared hotly between his sister's thighs, his eyes burning with lust. "You mean it, Mom?"

Deliberately Joyce ran her warm palm up her daughter's inner thigh, her finger stopping when they touched Shari's curling cunt hair. "Isn't that obvious, Bobby? Shari's cunt is beautiful! Wouldn't you love to fuck it for her?"

Bobby got to his feet and began moving toward his sister. Although it was his mother he had been dreaming of, Shari would do in the meantime. In fact, seeing his sister's cunt now, she would do anytime.

"Scoot your ass over the cushions, honey," Joyce told her daughter, pulling at Shari's hips.

Shari wiggled her naked ass until her ass cheeks hung over the cushions, her thighs stretched as wide as she could make them go. Her furry pussy was totally exposed, the sweetness of her round ass easily seen. Shari was shivering already as she gazed at her brother's cock. He stepped between her thighs. She felt her pussy twitch with eagerness, and her clit swelled up painfully.

Joyce, her eyes sparkling with excitement, suddenly darted her hand toward her son's cock. She grasped his prick tightly in her fist, and jacked his cock quickly a few times. This was something she had been unable to resist now that his prick was so close to her. Besides, hadn't they just discussed a plan to revenge what Shari had gone through? Wasn't her son now going to fuck his sister as she watched? So why shouldn't she get to feel his sweetly throbbing cock?

"Oh, Mom!" Bobby grunted with pleasure as he watched his mother's hand jacking his prick, the cockhead close to his sister's cunt. "That's good, Mom!"

"I bet it does feel good, honey," Joyce replied. "But it's going to feel a hell of a lot better once you have your cock inside your sister's wet, hot little cunt!"

Joyce pulled her son's cock to her daughter's pussy, then mewled as his swollen prickhead slipped between those delicate, pink, quivering cunt lips. Bobby made a grunting sound and Shari sighed with pleasure.

"Your cock is in Shari's pussy now, Bobby!" Joyce said thickly. "Stick it all the way in and start fucking! Fuck your sister, Bobby! Fuck her hot little cunt… now!"

"Yes, yes!" Shari yelped, grinding her naked little ass instinctively. "Ooooo, Bobby, fuck me! Mom… Mom, this is so good, so wonderful! I love this, Mom!"

Joyce's eyes blazed hotly, seeing her son's cock fuck in and out of her daughter's grinding cunt. It was so lovely, so exciting. Her own pussy was bubbling hotly. She squirmed her ass on the couch, cooing softly as she watched her two young children fucking. Her tits became swollen, her nipples extremely hard and tight. As she watched them, seeing Shari's delicate cunt lips stretching about Bobby's cock, she began to fondle and caress her own tits, digging her fingers into her firm flesh. She was panting for breath, just as loudly as Bobby was. Shari was whimpering with pleasure, her chin against her chest as she arched her cunt up, trying to see her brother's throbbing cock slide in and out of her.

"Fuck her cunt, Bobby!" Joyce urged, her voice very husky with excitement. "Fuck her little pussy! Oh, God, that's so beautiful! Fuck her with your sweet cock, honey! Grind your ass against him. Shari! Wiggle your little ass, baby!"

"Ooooo, I am, I am!" Shari wailed as the burning ecstasy flowed through her. "Oh, I am, Mom! Faster, Bobby! Fuck me faster and faster and faster! Ohhhhh, I love fucking! I love it… love it… love it!"

"You like that cock in your cunt, Shari?" Joyce asked, clawing at her own tits brutally. "You like your brother's cock fucking you?"

"I love it, love it!" Shari yelped as she threw her ass up and down. "Oh, Mom… I love getting fucked!"

"Bobby," Joyce asked her son, her eyes blazing down as she watched his glistening hard cock fuck back and forth in Shari's pussy. "Do you like that cunt! Do you like your sister's hot, wet cunt!"

"Yes, Mom!" he shouted through gritted teeth. "Oh, damn yes!"

Joyce had her hands inside her blouse now, against her bra. She could feel her rigid nipples burning through the thin material against the palm of her hand. Her hairy cunt was twitching with pleasure, her swollen clit pressing against the seam of her jeans. Her eyes moved up her daughter's naked body, pausing to gaze at Shari's lovely, firm tits. Then, feeling an overwhelming impulse to touch her children as they fucked furiously, she pulled her hands from her shirt. She dropped to her knees at their side, and shoved one hand underneath her daughter's grinding ass. She clasped one round, very smooth ass cheek, squeezing it. Her other hand fondled her son's flexing ass cheeks.

"Ooooo, Mom!" Shari mewled with ecstasy. "That feels good, what you're doing. Fuck me, Bobby! Oh, fuck me good and fast! Feel me, Mom… feel me while Bobby fucks me!"

Joyce moved the hand on her son's ass, slipped it between his thighs and closed her fingers about his swinging balls.

"Ohhh, damn!" Bobby grunted loudly, glancing at his mother's face. "You got my balls! Ohhh, that sure makes me feel different!"

Joyce laughed, then leaned forward and kissed her son on his lips. Bobby gasped in surprise as he felt her moist tongue suddenly inside his mouth. He didn't know what to do with it, but Joyce was thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth the way he was fucking his cock into his sister's cunt. She was holding his balls in her hand, squeezing and tugging on them. His sister's cunt was hot and wet on his cock.

Shari saw her mother kissing Bobby. The hand holding her ass cheek felt so good, and Bobby's cock was fucking into her burning cunt so fast. She was yelping softly as she arched her cunt against him. She felt her mother's hand moving on the small cheek of her ass, then the fingers were inside her warm ass crack. She felt a finger rubbing at the tight pucker of her asshole, and Shari was surprised to find that this stimulation added to her already overheated sensations.

"Ohhhhh, fuck it, Bobby!" Shari groaned, twisting her ass about wildly. "Fuck it for me, Bobby! Ohhhh, I love your cock up my cunt! Fuck me, Bobby! Mom, oh Mom… squeeze my ass! That makes it feel so much better! Squeeze my ass, Mom! Hold my ass! Fuck my pussy, Bobby… fuck my fucking cunt! I'm gonna come! Ooooo, I'm gonna come!"

Joyce pulled her tongue out of her son's mouth and pulled at his balls and squeezed her daughter's ass hard. "Come, baby!" she urged hotly. "Come! Ohhh, that's what it's all about, Shari! Don't wait… come, honey!"

"Oh… oh… Oooooo!" Shari wailed, her body shuddering. Shari had a tight grip on both her young sweet tits now. "I am! I'm coming! Ohhhh, wow, I'm coming!"

Shari's hips darted up and down fast as her brother fucked her cunt. Joyce, once more looking between their bodies, actually saw Shari's cunt quiver in orgasm. Her puffy pussy lips flexed visibly and her glistening little clit throbbed.

"Shoot it in her, Bobby!" Joyce urged, tugging at his balls. "Squirt your come juice up your sister's cunt, Bobby! Come in her fucking pussy! Come on, baby… give your sister's hot pussy your come juice! Fill her hot little cunt with come juice, baby!"

Bobby stabbed his cock hard into his sister's cunt and held his prick there. His face was screwed up, and his body was shivering. Joyce clung to his balls as they became tight in her hand, then she saw him shake.

"There!" Bobby shouted. "I'm doing it! I'm coming, too! Oohhhh, I'm really coming… in your cunt, Shari!"

Joyce ran her hot hands about their bodies as they panted. She fondled her son's ass and brought her other hand from Shari's ass and ran it over Shari's sweet, small, shapely tits. She continued to caress the kids as they slowly began to breathe slower and more normally.

Bobby fell backwards, his cock gleaming with the moisture of his sister's cunt. Shari remained there, her ass hanging over the cushions, thighs wide. Her body shivered now and then, and there was a glow of utmost delight on her pretty young face.

Joyce sat back on the couch as her children recovered, pleased with them and herself. Her shirt was still open, and somehow one of her swelling tits had popped from her bra. She noticed that Bobby was looking up at her tit, and she smiled at him, cupping her naked tit and making her nipple poke through her fingers.

"Does my tit interest you, darling?" she asked, her voice soft yet excited.

Bobby nodded his head, sitting up. "It's bigger than Shari's," he said. "But both of you have real pretty tits, Mom."

Much to his disappointment, Joyce stuffed her tit back into her bra. "That's enough fucking right now," she said. "Watching you two fucking makes me too excited and it frustrates me." She stood up. "Bobby, you can stop going into the shed and jacking off now."

Shari sat up. "Has Bobby been doing that?"

"How did you know, Mom?" Bobby asked, blushing.

"There isn't much you two do that I don't know about," she said, grinning. "But like I said, what's the use of jacking off when you have a nice hot cunt to fuck, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed, looking at his sister.

"I'm willing!" Shari shouted.

"That's obvious, darling," Joyce said, caressing her daughter's dark hair. "That's very obvious."