thick soapy lather, she rubbed sensuously against him, telling him how good it had been. And she forgave him for the spanking he gave her, she told him, because she really had it coming to her, and someday she would tell him why. Grinning at her, her brother promised to always take good care of her ass, either with his cock or a good sound spanking – or both.
By some miracle they managed to dry each other off, get dressed and have supper on the table, just as their parents arrived home from work. No mother and father ever had a son and daughter who looked more innocent than they did, while the four of them sat at the supper table.
Laura's mother was more than just an attractive, highly-sexed woman. She was also intelligent. She was far from being a dummy, about anything. Especially anything that went on in her home. It didn't take long for her to realize her son wasn't only fucking her, he was also screwing his sister. So the first chance they had to be alone together, she and her daughter had a long talk. Since both mother and daughter loved and adored each other, it was no problem for them to come to an agreement regarding Ron.
Mrs. Mitchell's husband had always been a sound sleeper. Once his head hit the pillow, he went out like a light and slept right through until morning. She never had to worry about him getting up in the middle of the night and catching her out of bed. So it had been her custom to lie there until she was certain her husband was sound asleep, then she would slip out of bed, tippy-toe across the hall and spend the night in bed with her son. Her daughter coming back home disrupted that little routine, but now that she and Laura had arrived at an understanding, she was able to resume it. At least every other night. That was the agreement she and Laura came to, that she would sleep with her son one night, and Laura would be in bed with him the next.
It went on like that from that time on, without Laura's father – or anyone else – ever being the wiser. Laura's brother thought he had found heaven, having two hot pussies to fuck as much as he wanted to – his good looking, highly sexed, forty-two-year-old mother and his gorgeous, hot and passionate, twenty-three-year-old sister. Laura too thought she had found heaven. Her young brother fucked the hell out of both her and his mother, without him showing any indication he was ever going to get enough.
Laura settled down to a contented life of living at home with her parents and her brother. She felt happier and more satisfied than she ever had while she was married and had her employer Paul T. Findley screwing her. Within the next two years she wrote three books, all best-sellers. They were sexually explicit. She saw nothing wrong with writing about sex. But the way she presented it was different. She didn't use the information she gathered to hurt anyone. She would never again, she promised herself, be tempted to expose women who had a good thing going with their sons, in the privacy of their homes.
And she hoped no one would ever write a book exposing the sex some women were having with their brothers.
