cunt-juice. We were getting quite randy indeed and my mother was feeling the same, although she didn't take any action herself. She was still speechless when Jean started to talk to her.
“Please, Mother,” she said, “take off your coat as well. Be naked with us, like Mitzy and I are. It will make you feel so wonderful, so lasciviously randy. We are all of the same stock, you, Mitzy and I. We are randy bitches and there is no need to deny it. Let your passions come to the surface. Live with them! Masturbate! Frig yourself! We know you like to do it. Mitzy has told me about it, how she saw you doing it-and in the presence of our parish priest while you sucked his cock! I'm going to suck a cock as well, one of these days. Come, Mother, do like Mitzy and me. Look, I'm already bringing my hand to my slit. I know you do it the same way in the afternoon, when you are taking your 'rest.' I've heard you.”
“Look at her, Mother,” I said. “Look at her and me. Look at what we are going to do. How good we are at it! How much we love it! Oh, I love it all, the obscenity of it-the three of us wanking… anything we can think of! There is so much we can do, and will do. All the things you have been dreaming about, I have been dreaming about. I have thought about this for such a long time. I knew you were going to fall for it, and you have already fallen for it. You can't stop yourself now. You have gone too far. It has made you too excited, too fucking randy. I know you will do anything now. For how long have you wished this to happen? You must have known I would be the same as you are, and Jean is too. She loves it all. The poor girl couldn't get enough of it last night. She had only been doing it alone, like you, but now there is no more need for that. We are three of us now and later on there will be the two of you, loving each other, doing it all together in your rooms — anywhere you can think of, in all possible ways. Let's do it all this afternoon. Let's make this a start of something wonderful, something you will enjoy for years to come! Look at us, Mother, we are already doing it. Let's give you a good view of our pussies, show you how we do it. You'll love to see us like this. And you are entitled to have a good look at our manipulations.”
I had my hand on my hot-box and stepping closer to her chair I placed one foot on it, moving my knee outward, giving her a view of my dripping slit, of my fingers kneading my clit as they roamed deep within my cunt.
Without stopping to masturbate herself Jean also moved closer to Mother, and taking a position on the other side of her she gave our mother the same sort of view I had offered her. Our mutual friggings broke her last barrier and with a choked cry she opened her coat.
Her heavy tits came out and, opening her legs as wide as possible, she showed her bushy cunt to good advantage. She had still not said a single word-she just opened her legs and the moist lips of her prominent cunt opened automatically. For the last quarter of an hour she must have gone through a sweet sort of voluptuous hell, becoming more and more excited with every minute that passed, without daring to take the necessary steps to overcome this sweet torture herself. The swollen red clit popped from between the hairy lips and with a relieved and happy sigh she began to play with this stiff protuberance, with a fervor and delight I knew so well from her. Deftly her agile fingers played with it, frigging it, pinching it. Proving to Jean and myself the long and fruitful practice she had had in this. And finally she began to speak.
“What have the two of you brought me to. I will never be able to look you or your father straight in the eyes. This is no good. This can't be any good at all. But I can't help myself any longer. You two have pushed me too far. And you knew this was going to happen. You two all planned this before. All my lust and passions are coming out. Yes, I have wanted to do this for a long time. I knew you did it, and you, Jean! I knew about you as well. How often have I wished you should find me out. Yes, I have been lusting after my daughters for a long time. This incestuous lusting… it's wrong. I know it is wrong, but I don't care. I have waited for it too long now, and now that I have it, I can't go back. If only your father would have been another man, I would have been another woman. Or maybe not… maybe this all had to come out after all. Maybe all this would have happened sooner. It would have been so much better then. I would have enjoyed it longer, because-I have to admit it-I'm enjoying all this. You two girls like to see your mother like this, don't you? You are two vicious little girls, and lascivious! You love to see your mother playing with herself while you are doing the same thing. And how well do the two of you do it! You both love playing with your cunts. You take after me in that respect, and I love you two for it. I-yes-I really love to do this. I so much wish to cream in your presence. I want to see the spunk spurting from your cunts! Oh, my darlings, it's almost there. I'm almost coming! Please do it with me! Frig yourself harder. Join me in coming! Let's cream together! Show me your juice flowing over your fingers. Let me smell your lovely juices. Give me the smell from your spunking cunts. I love you both… I love you… love you… and… and… and… yes, yes, yes! I'm coming… cooooming… ooooooh… ooooh… aaaagh… I'm coming… cooooming…!”
With this last outcry of lust she abandoned a torrent of sticky cunt juice over her flying fingers, a sight which set Jean and me creaming. Standing over her like we were, we let the spunk drip down from our spunking cunts on her thighs and, looking at it, Mother involuntarily licked her lips.
“Go on, Mother dear, don't hesitate-do as you please. Lick our spendings away. There is nothing as good as the fresh spunk right after it has spurted from a frigged quim. Go ahead, it's all yours.”
Jean looked shocked at this. Obviously she had never thought about the possibility of sucking another woman. But she would learn… and very soon at that…
Mother didn't look too surprised at my invitation. She must have been thinking along these lines during her solitary long afternoons, and maybe her practice in sucking the priest's prick, letting the juice spurt in her mouth when he came, swallowing it all with a certain delight must have given her the right ideas. Taking me first she brought her head to our dripping slits and with a couple of swift strokes she cleaned us of our spendings.
“That's the very first time I have ever done anything like this… to another woman, I mean. The priest, yes-I loved to suck his bulging prick. I loved the taste of his spunk in my mouth. Unfortunately your father would never let me do this to him. I tried when we were first married, but he became terribly angry. Insulted he was! He called me names, told me I was acting like a woman of the streets. We have never tried it since, but I love to do it, and a woman should be just as good-maybe even better. I already liked the sight of the two of you frigging yourself better than I like to see the priest frig himself. Maybe I'm a lesbian after all! But I'm not going to worry about things like that any longer. I love to suck you, and the taste is too marvelous for words!”
“Why don't you really go down on Jean then, Mother? She has never been sucked before. I know she will love it. She already looks like she is close to coming. Suck her, Mother, make her come with your mouth. She will spend in your mouth. The juice will fill you with its lukewarm stickiness and you will know the delight of sucking a spunking cunt. Come on, Mother, don't hesitate any longer. Jean is ready for you to be licked, to be sucked…”
And Jean was! At my first mentioning that she be sucked by Mother, she had thrown herself at her and now was kissing hungrily. Her initial disgust at this supreme act of love had been completely overcome and now she was ready and eager to start this new thing. She was learning very quickly indeed, with the eagerness of somebody who wanted to learn everything in as short a time as possible.
“Would you really like to do that, Mother?” she asked. “I hope you will, and I also long to suck you. I'm also a novice to this sort of thing, but together we will learn the right way to do it. Mitzy will tell us what to do. She seems to know everything about these things. She already has given us so much to have pleasure in. Let's also do this new thing. I love to feel your tongue in my slit. Already the thought is making me feel all nice and warm. And I want to feel my tongue between your lovely hairy lips, sucking your juices, your creamy come juices. Oh, Mother, let's make love this way!”
I didn't have to tell them anything at all. Nature happens to be the best teacher. Mother laid herself down on her back and little Jean, growing up fast she was, crouched over her. For two newcomers to the scene they quickly found the best position. A perfect sixty-nine. Jean's head disappeared between Mother's legs, her mouth wide open, eager to have her first taste of cunt. When her mouth touched Mother's dripping slit she let her swollen cunt down on her mother's face, who welcomed this fleshy fruit with a tongue, stiff and pointed ready to go at it.
From the way they started to slobber each other one would have thought they had never done anything else. They performed their act of tribadism like the best of Sappho's followers.
They licked each other's slits voluptuously, filling the room with the familiar smell of cunt, and the sounds of lapping and sucking. How many times had I already watched a scene like that? How many times had I taken part in it myself? How many times had I experienced a wonderful orgasm this way? I couldn't tell, having lost track long ago, but it still had its exciting effect on me. I also wanted to bring on the happy spasms. I wanted to be the watcher this time, but still I also wanted and needed another creamy come. And there is the old familiar way of amusing oneself when alone, or when watching others perform a lascivious scene of love and passion. Masturbating, wanking, tossing off, whatever you might call it- it's just a different name for the same nice and gratifying thing.
