Chapter 31

Wendy laid in exhausted satisfaction, her legs spread, Blake's cum bubbling from her well used pussy. She looked over at the slightly opened door and saw her Sandy get to her feet. She thought she heard a sob then she saw her daughter disappear into the darkened hallway. Concerned about her daughter Wendy herself from Blake's embrace. "I'll be back in a minute sweety," she said and hurried out the door and down the hall to her daughter's room. As she passed the bathroom she paused, thinking that she should clean the cum that was running down her legs. Then she heard her daughter sobbing in her room and hurried past the bathroom.

Sandy rushed into her room and fell to the bed, burying her face in the pillow, her body racked with sobs. She was so confused. She wasn't even sure what she was crying about. Yes she was jealous of her brother but it was more than that. It has started years ago when she first saw her mother naked. She had felt a thrill run through her body and center in the crotch of her panties. She had been scared and confused. Her body was doing strange things. As she grew older and knew about sex, she realized that she had these unnatural feelings toward her mother. Sure she loved sex with boys but there something about looking at women that sent a chill up her spine, especially her mother. She thought she was a freak.

As Wendy approached the door, she hesitated, looking in to see her daughter curled up on the bed, her face hidden. She lightly tapped on the door but when Sandy did not move from her position, she pushed the door open and walked quietly into the room. She approached the bed hesitantly, wondering if she should even be here. Her guilt at what she had done was rapidly building. She was worried that she had really made a mess of things this time. Then her heart broke when she heard her daughter sobbing uncontrollably. Quickly she climbed onto the bed and lay next to her crying daughter.

She gently touched her shoulder saying, "Sandy, sweety, I am so sorry, you should never have seen that," Wendy said and began to cry. God, I failed as a wife and now I am failing as a mother, she thought to herself. When she heard Sandy's sobs grow louder, she took a chance and turned her daughter over and took her into her arms. She held her to her chest, her own tears running down her cheeks. "Sandy honey, I... I... God it was wrong what I did with Blake. I don't know what to say. I have been so lonely and he was there and... and... " Wendy couldn't finish as her voice choked up and the words wouldn't come out.

"I... I know... sob... I know mom... sob... it's not you," Sandy said, her face buried in her mother's arm, her breath fanning her mother's breast as her tears dripped to her soft skin.

Wendy didn't understand what her daughter was saying. How could it not be her? She was the one fucking her own son and wantonly displaying herself to her own daughter.

"I... I... oh God mom," Sandy said, her sobs choking off her voice.

"Please honey, how can I ever make it up to you?"

"Oh God mom, you don't have anything to make up to me. I... I... mom, I want... " Sandy whispered unable to finish.

"What?" Wendy asked, totally confused.

"I... I want you too," Sandy said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"You want me?" Wendy asked in a surprised voice.

"Yes, oh God mom, I... I... " Sandy voice broke again.

When Wendy realized that she had heard her daughter correctly, she was stunned. Could it be true? How could she not have known? Was she that blind? Had she been so caught up in her own problems that she couldn't see that her own daughter wanted? No that couldn't be possible she thought. "Oh sweetheart, what are you saying?" Wendy asked, unable to believe what her ears were telling her.

"I love you mother, but... but it's more than a daughter should love her mother. Oh God, I am so ashamed. I can't help it mother; I want you too. When I saw you fuc... having sex with Blake, I was shaking all over. I want you like Blake wants you. I must be sick," Sandy sobbed.

"Oh lord Sandy, I should have known, I'm so sorry, you are not sick baby," Wendy said, her tears coming again. Wendy pulled her daughter tight to her breasts. Both women hugged and cried for a long time.

Wendy let her daughter cry until her sobbing slowed, then she turned her face to her and smiled, looking deeply into her wet eyes. Slowly her lips moved down. She heard her daughter moan when their lips touched and her tongue pushed into her mouth. Wendy felt the room start to spin, her heart was beating wildly. God, she had fucked her own son, now she was kissing her daughter but it just felt so right.

Both women were breathing heavy when their lips parted. Wendy looked down and saw that one of Sandy's hands was still inside her shorts, between her legs. She reached down and pulled her hand from her pussy.

Sandy turned back into her mother's arm, too embarrassed to look at her. She knew that she could see that her fingers were dripping with her pussy juice.

Suddenly Wendy was very much aware of her nakedness and the closeness of her daughter's face to her swollen nipple. A little tremor ran though her body as she looked at her daughter's wet fingers. Slowly she brought the fingers to her lips. With a little moan, she took each finger into her mouth and cleaned them of her daughter's sweet pussy juice.

Sandy turned up to her mother, her eyes wide in amazement. She couldn't believe she was watching her mother suck her pussy juice from her fingers. Her heart began to beat rapidly. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined her mother doing something like this. Her pussy throbbed and dripped more girl juice into her already soaked shorts.

Wendy pushed her daughter back on the bed and moved until she was between her legs. She looked down and saw that Sandy's shorts were totally soaked in the crotch. Then she looked up and smiled at her daughter.

Sandy's face turned bright red when she saw her mother looking at the dark stain on the crotch of her shorts.

Without a word, Wendy reached up and grabbed her daughter's shorts. She stopped for a second when Sandy grabbed her hands. Their eyes met and Sandy let go of her mother's hands. Slowly she began to pull her shorts down her legs. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw her daughter's blond haired pussy come into view. The hair was shinning with a clear juice, the inner lips swollen and protruding from the larger outer lips. Wendy pushed her daughter's legs wide apart and watched the lips of her sex spread like the petals of a rose before. A rose wet with dew.

Sandy shook with excitement as she watched her mother lower her head, her lips moving closer to her throbbing slit. No she wasn't going to... she thought. Then she felt her mother's soft lips touch her pussy. "Oh my God mother... oh yes, yes," Sandy moaned. She could feel her tongue come out and gently run across the swollen inner lips, licking up her abundant juice and taking in into her mouth. Her body began to spasm almost immediately. She had never had her pussy eaten before. Her hips bucked up into her mother's mouth and she grabbed her head. "Yes, oh yes mommy, eat me, eat my pussy... ohhhhhh... ahhhhh!!!! Oh God, oh God, oh God," she moaned over and over, her body moving rapidly toward a climax. "Mother, mother, oh yes, eat me," she screamed as her hips pushed up into her mother's face and then like her mother, began to squirt her pussy juice into her mouth.

Wendy was thrilled when she felt her daughter's juice squirt into her mouth. Now she didn't feel like such a freak; her daughter squirted juice just like her. She moaned and sucked for more, wrapping her lips around the little hole. She was rewarded for her effort with another mouth full of juice. Her head was spinning as she drank her daughter's juice, savoring the taste and wondering if she tasted the same. When she felt her tremors die, she renewed her effort, burying her face even deeper in her daughter's impossibly wet crotch. She could feel her soft pussy lips spread her juice on her cheeks as her daughter's body raced toward another climax. Wendy barely heard her daughter screaming as she lost herself in her squirting pussy.

Finally, when Sandy's body stopped shivering, Wendy kissed her swollen pussy lips one last time and placed her head on her warm thing. She could still feel little quivers running up and down her legs and heard her moaning softly. She smiled to herself and sighed contentedly.

Suddenly she heard something behind her and lifted her head to see Blake standing in the doorway naked, his eyes as wide as saucers and his cock throbbing in his hand. As Wendy crawled up her daughter's warm body, she motioned for her son to join them on the bed.

Sandy opened her eyes and tensed as she saw her brother crawling onto the bed. Then she sighed and relaxed as her mother pulled her to her chest and opened her arm for her son to snuggle in on the other side.

Wendy now had both of her teenaged children held tightly to her naked body. The three lay there quietly for a long time. She thought that her daughter was asleep but knew that Blake was wide-awake. She could feel his hard cock pulsing against her leg. Wendy smiled again and pulled both of them close to her. Tears of joy filled her eyes as a feeling of incredible love overcame her.

Sandy lifted her head and kissed her mother's cheek then bent to her ear and whispered in a hesitant voice, "Mom, can I... can I... " then her voice faded.

"What sweety?" Wendy asked.

"Can I... uh... uh... eat you?" Sandy whispered in an even lower voice.

"Oh God sweety, I would love that but... uh right now might not be so good. Uh... you know, Blake and I... well, I'm a mess down there."

"I know," Sandy replied with a little giggle, "I can see that. But I don't mind, I have tasted cum plenty of times before. I would love to clean your pussy for you," she said with a blushing face.

"Are you sure baby?" Wendy asked, her body shivering with renewed lust.

Sandy didn't answer; instead, she slid her face to her mother's breast and began to suck on her still swollen nipple.

Blake was quiet as he listened with excitement to the conversation. When he saw his sister capture one tit in her mouth, he bent forward and began to suck on the other tit.

Wendy moaned, her excitement rising again rapidly as both her daughter and son sucked on her heaving breasts. She could feel her already soaked pussy begin to pulse again.