Hot spots in Paris

Howard Longfellow Hot spots in Paris

Mother had heard the children go upstairs some time ago. They had been very quiet ever since.

'I wonder what they are doing,' She thought.

'Layton is so good to his little sister. Very few boys of thirteen would pay attention he does to a little sister of eleven. I suppose he is amusing her now, the dear little chap. I think I will just step up and see what they are doing.

The mother went up quietly and opened the door of the boy's room. The children knew nothing of her entrance, and no wonder. The sight that met her gaze almost took her breath away. The boy was indeed amusing his sister.

Both children were naked. Their clothes were thrown carelessly in heaps on the floor; a mass of white ruffles and lace which belonged to the girl lay under the short blue pants of the boy. Four long black stockings and two pairs of shoes, one considerably smaller than the other were strewn about where they had been heedlessly drawn from the children's legs and feet.

But the heaps of clothes received but a hasty glance from the mother. Her eyes were riveted upon the bed where the naked children lay. The girl was beneath the boy on top, and by his motions it was plainly to be seen that his pintle was buried its full five inches in his sister's crack. Whether this was for the first time or not, the mother had no means of knowing. At any rate there was no doubt that the deed was accomplished and that the girl had lost her maidenhead.

The boy fucked beautifully, vigerously, and the girl bounded, squirmed.and wriggled with manifest delight, throwing her little legs into the air and winding them about her brother's sturdy thijrhs.

The mother's lust was aroused by this unexpected sight. She would not spoil the pretty sport, so she stepped behind a screen which stood near the door.

She recalled her childhood and a pretty brother of her own. Her history repeated itself.

The little girl began to speak and the mother listened.

'Oh! Brother dear, you make me feel so funny with your cocky shoved up my little. I never know we could have such fun as this. Oh! shove; push with all your might. I'm sure you can get it further in. That's it! Oh! how good it feels! You make me tingle all over. Oh brother dear, what do you call what we are doing, and who showed you how to do it?'

The amorous boy continued to work his prick in and out of his sister, as he replied:

'I knew you'd like it, Polly. It's called fucking.

It's naughty, but it's awfully nice.'

'Indeed it is,' replied the girl.

'I only learned how to do it the other day,' the boy continued. 'Anna the waitress taught me. I went up to her room to have a little play and she said if I wouldn't tell she would show me something that my father liked to see. Of course I said I wouldn't tell. She made me kneel down in front of her adn then she lifted up her clothes. I saw her naked legs and thighs, and her belly too, and at tho base the prettiest thing I ever saw. It was like a little pussy cat, with soft silky hair. There was a slit right down the middle and it was all pink inside. She pu* ner fingers in it and opened it up so tha«- T could see into it ever so far.

'Oh what a pretty thing!' I said.' What do you call it Annie?'

'That's my cunt, you darling boy, though some girl scall it their quim, or pussy, or fanny. Just put your hand on it, dear, and ru bthe lips and tickle up and down the crack with your tingers,'

'She didn't need to ask me twice. I was fairly crazy to handle the pretty thing. I rubbed and petted it and shoved my finger ever so far into the' pink mouth. All the time I was doing this she was twitching her belly and swaying her hips.

'That's right,' she cried. 'Rub harder, harder yet,' and before I knew what she was about she let down a lot of damp sticky stuff in my hand.

'But I kept right on in spite of the wet, for it felt nice and warm and she seemed to like is so much. At last she said:

'Now Layton, dear, you have seen my cunt. It is only fair that you should take off your pants and let me see your pretty prick.'

'She helped me to unfasten my pants and they were off in a moment. She caught me by my pintle.

Oh, my! but it was nice! Her fingers rubbed up and down and all the time she kept murmuring pet names to it. She peeled back the skin and made the pink head all bare. I never saw my cocky stand so long and hard before.

'Do you like this?' she asked. 'Do you like to have me play with your pretty darling saucy prick and make it hard? It's called frigging, Layton dear, and all boys like it. I often do it to your father. He has a glorious cock with a great knob on the end and dangling' balls that hang down below. Golly! how he can spend. Did you ever see your father's cock?'

'Yes,' I said, 'But never when it was stiff like mine.'

'Well, he certainly does get stiff, and then we play a game tha: he taught me and what I will teach you. I'll ie down on the bed and uncover my cunt, and then you shall get on top of me between my legs and tickle it with your prick, just as you did with your fingers.'

'She caught me in her arms and fell back on the bed. I settled in between her warm soft thighs.

She caught hold of my cocky and slipping its head in her crack pushed up her belly and sucked it all in her mossy mouth in her mossy mouth.

'Oh! fuck me, fuck me,' she cried. 'Oh! fuck me well!' She heaved her belly, swayed her hips, and rolled from side to side. 'Oh darling fucker lovely boy, y.-ur luscious little prick drives me wild even if it is so =!mall for me. The thought you never fucked before gives me joy. Oh it is fine to take the maidenhead of a pretty boy!'

'Her cunt was getting awfully wet and sticky.

Her juice was running out, and every time I pushed in I felt it spurt out on my belly.

'Have you pissed on me?' I asked.

'No, dear,' she said. It's fuck juice, or spunk.

It's all right, don't stop.'

'I don't know how long I poked her, but it was a long time and all the while her spunk flowed. At last she lay all limp and quiet and seemed quite worn out. When I drew out my prick, my, what a sight! Her juice was churned up to froth and was spattered everywhere. It was on me and on her.

And how red her cunny looked! Its lips were wide open and I could see a little thing like a small prick inside, which she told me was her clitoris.

'Now, Layton dear,' she said. 'What we have done is fucking. I've fucked your father many times and now I've fucked his son. But really I'm too big for you to fuck. Your sister is just the right size for you. You should teach her how to fuck.'

'And so you see, Polly, my dear,' the boy continued, 'I've taken Annas advice and we've had a lovely fuck. Golly, but it's nice! I love to kiss your pretty mouth, and lick your little cunning teaties while my prick is held so tight in your; cunt.'

The mother continued rapturously to watch the young pair, and longed to share in their pleasure.

She watched every motion of her little son and daughter and drank in each lewd word that fell from their pretty mouths. She tore off her clothes as she watched them she was as naked as they. She parted her legs and smoothed back her cunt's hair and started to finger-fuck herself until her quim and fingers were drenched with her spendings. She listened. Polly was speaking.

'So, brother dear, this is fucking. Oh! my, I just love it! It feels so good to have your prick running in and out of my little cunt. It was awfully good of Annie to teach you how to do it. I'd love to see her great hairy cunt and see you fuck it.'

This was quite too much for the mother. She could no longer restrain herself, and so, coming from her concealment, she said: