Chapter 4

Mavis Richards lay in the darkness of her own bedroom with her mind confused, her nipples hard, and her pussy dripping wet.

This was unreal! Being this horny twice in one day? Horny enough the first time to... to do what she had done that afternoon, and so horny this time from hearing her own children actually balling in their bedroom! She should have been outraged. She should have gone storming in on them and given both of them the whipping of their young lives.

But she hadn't. She couldn't. She couldn't, because the same stirrings from somewhere deep inside that had been suddenly awakened that afternoon, had again been brought to life when she'd approached the children's bedroom and opened the door and peered in through a slight crack.

The kids obviously hadn't realized just how paper thin the walls in the old cabin office were, or how well sound traveled. It wasn't like the sturdily constructed house they'd been used to living in in Milwaukee. Not by a long shot! And it made Mavis wonder just how long these brother-sister sex games had been going on.

She'd been lying in bed, trying to get to sleep, her mind still troubled by her shameless behavior that day. Then she'd smelled the pot smoke... something else she wondered about. Oh sure, she knew what pot smelled like. She was by no means a regular user, but she had smoked a joint on occasion when she'd been at parties at friends' places. Which didn't mean she was about to openly sanction it for Billy and Debby! So she'd smelled the pot, and she'd quietly stepped from her bedroom and crossed the living room to their door, not knowing just quite what she was about to say or do, and when she got there, the kids had already begun their games.

She'd heard Billy telling Deb about that afternoon, and had witnessed the effect it had had on the children too. But what could she do? What could she say? Could she feel any sort of anger at them for having been turned on in such a way... when she had kept her silence and stayed and watched their entire fuck session? No, there was no way she could bitch at them now, after she'd gotten as steamed up as she had watching them!

She was lying nude in bed, her mind a whirl of confused thoughts. Before she knew it, both of her hands were casually touching her full breasts, working and teasing their pliant firmness.

It had been so lovely, watching them. There was no way she could rationalize that away. It had simply been one incredible turn-on experience.

In the darkness now, she could see it again. Their fine, youthful bodies in the sexy light from the candle. The fragrant smell of pot drifting in the air. The sight of the two perfectly shaped bodies rolling around on the mussed sheets of the bed. The groans and the sighs. The smell of her daughter's pussy and her son's sexual sweat...

"Ohhhh, I loved watching them..." Mavis moaned to herself as she played with her tits.

Yes, the desire of that afternoon was alive again. And there was no shame, no guilt. Not now. There was nothing rational now at all. Only the glowing, gnawing lust that built between her legs with each passing second.

Mavis Richards was on fire again!

"Ohh, I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered to herself. "I need a man... I need a man soooo bad! I need a man's cock... pounding up my pussy, making me feel good again... screwing me the way Bill was screwing Debby."

For some reason, she could not say why, those last few words seemed to excite her that much more. Bill screwing Debby... Bill screwing Debby... They had looked so beautiful together, fucking in the candlelight...

No, no! her mind screamed. This isn't right... this is wrong... I have to go to sleep... forget about this... tomorrow morning I'll take the kids aside separately and talk to them, tell them how wrong they were to do what they did...

With this in mind, she rolled over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. She had to go to sleep. That's it, just think of something else, and before long--

But she couldn't think of anything else, and rolling over onto her belly was the worst thing Mavis could have done, because it brought her hot cunt, the burning center of her whole existence right then, in delicious contact with the cool, crisp sheet.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Mmmmm..."

The need for an orgasm would just not go away, and before she knew it her hips were rotating in small circles on the sheet beneath her. Her belly pushed down as her ass wiggled, grinding her hot pussy harder and harder against the sheet, so that the material crinkled up against her twat lips and actually dipped inside to tease and further excite her tiny, yearning clitoris.

"Ohhh, that's so good!" she cried when her face buried in the pillow.

Her hands gripped the sides of the bed, the knuckles white from the intense sexual need racing through her as she dry-humped the bed. The harder she screwed herself on the sheets, the more vivid were the pictures that raced across her frenzied mind.