Chapter 5

Late one evening several weeks later, Fred was at a drive-in with Laura and Eric, and Millie was home alone with her children. Supposedly John and Pattie were studying, but Millie became suspicious when she heard her daughter giggling provocatively.

The brunette mother thought her children had been acting strange lately. And she had felt strange herself, ever since the night she had stolen into John's room and had sucked him off in his sleep.

She decided to go out on the porch and see if she could see into John's room from outside. If they were studying, she would leave. If not, she would find out what was going on.

She waited until the muffled giggling had stopped. Then she wrapped herself in a warm robe and went outside on the porch. She crouched down outside John's room and peered inside.

As she suspected, her children lay across John's bed. There were no school books in sight. The window was open enough so that she could hear the sounds of voices even though she couldn't make out the conversation. But she was more interested in what she saw.

John was wearing his blue jeans, but his fly was open and his cock was out. He was masturbating while he and Pattie chatted. Millie couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her son beat his meat.

He pinched the tip of his massive cockhead and Pattie giggled and pushed his hand aside. She captured his cockhead between her thumb and forefinger and Millie stopped breathing as she watched the perversion.

"Okay, you do it," Millie heard John say.

Out on the porch, she shivered in the evening breeze. What kind of children had she spawned? It was bad enough that Pattie was obviously no virgin. But they were sister and brother and they were committing incest.

She tried not to think about the night she'd sucked John off. She told herself that that wasn't the same thing. At the time, she'd though she was walking in on Eric, after all. And Eric was her nephew, not her son. And he wasn't even a blood nephew. He was kin to Fred.

In any case, she thought, I'm a grown woman. What I do is my business. What my children do is also my business.

Shivering with rage and what she knew to be jealousy, she watched her son move his fingers up and down his fuckpole.

Suddenly Pattie rose up and stripped her clothes off. Millie worked her lips as she watched the teenaged girl's tits bounce free from the confines of her blouse.

When the blonde was naked, she lay down next to John, and between them they yanked his jeans and shorts off. The teenagers kissed, and Millie gnashed her teeth as she watched the torrid embrace. It was obvious they had done this before. She'd been right to be suspicious. Her children were fucking together.

And God knows how long it's been going on, she thought.

She watched them kiss. It started out as a soft, light kiss and evolved into a hot, tongue-searching french kiss. John rolled on top of Pattie and pressed his chest against her tits. They ground together and Millie watched the boy shove his knee between Pattie's legs.

She instinctively knew he was touching Patties cunt with his knee. Pattie reached down between their bodies and took his cock in her hand. Millie clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Her legs ached from crouching on the porch, but she hardly felt the discomfort. Her mind was awhirl from the sights and sounds in John's room.

John moved up and made a grab for his sister's tits. Pattie squealed, and John chuckled and bent over to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.

Pattie tousled his hair and laughed huskily, and Millie watched with pounding heart as Pattie climbed around and settled herself inside her brother's legs.

She tossed her long blonde hair over one shoulder and moved her mouth to within one inch of John's cock. Once again Millie was amazed at how big her son's prick was.

John reached down and caressed Pattie's tits while she dragged her tongue from the root of his prick to his cockhead. Millie's blood boiled as she watched. She almost wept with a combination of desire and the feeling she was a failure as a mother.

Now Pattie wrapped her fingers around his fuck-stick and licked her lips. John said something Millie couldn't hear and Pattie giggled. Then she brushed a few strands of hair aside and opened her jaws wide before lowering her mouth to John's prick.

In the next moment, the little blonde had half of John's gigantic cock in her mouth. Her pretty lips were stretched around the thickness of his prick. Millie marveled at how much of his giant prick Pattie was able to take without gagging. Pattie took in as much as Millie had. Of course the circumstances were different, Millie sniffed to herself. She hadn't wanted to awaken him. But still, the girl knew what she was doing. She was a good cocksucker.

Millie's face grew warm when she thought about what she was telling herself. She was judging her own daughter to be a good cocksucker. And Pattie was only a little girl.

She was even more appalled when she heard the lewd sounds Pattie made with her lips and tongue. The little blonde sucked and licked John's cock and at one point she deliberately spit his prick out and dabbed the tip of her tongue over his balls.

John gasped and shouted out, but Millie paid no attention to his words. She moaned to herself as she watched her teenaged daughter press her face against the boy's ball-bag.

Pattie used her fingers on the root of John's prick while she sucked his knob. And Millie gasped when she saw the girl move a hand to her own cunt and masturbate while she sucked her brother off.

"Can I fuck you now?" John said.

Pattie scraped her fingernails lightly over his nuts. "No, we're supposed to be doing homework," she teased.

"Fuck you," John snickered. "You gonna tell Mom I made you do it?"

"Of course not, silly," Pattie giggled. "I want it as much as you. Maybe even more."

"Well, if you want it that bad, take it!" and the boy rammed his prick all the way into the teenager's throat.

Pattie made choking sounds deep in her throat, but she managed to keep his prick in her mouth without gagging. In a moment John pulled halfway out and then thrust in again.

His balls hit her chin and Millie whimpered and moved a hand inside her robe and stroked her pussy. Watching her children in bed together was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. The most perverse and the most erotic.

Now Pattie lay flat on her back and John hovered over her. He thrust his cock in and out of her lips and she took it all without a murmur.

Millie's cunt dripped with desire, and she frantically rubbed her clit while she watched John's dick disappear inside her daughter's mouth. The boy grunted as he mouth-fucked his sister, and, at intervals, he leaned over and fondled her tits.

They rolled around on the bed and then Pattie hovered over John and her hair hid her face. John reached up and pushed her hair aside and Millie could see the girl chomping away on her brother's prick.

"Hey, Sis, how about a jizz cocktail?" John said.

"Not so loud," Pattie giggled. "Mom might hear."

"Oh, shit, she thinks we're studying," John said.

"Don't be too sure," Pattie said.

"Aw, Mom's a square," John said. "She'd never suspect her little girl is anything but a darling innocent angel."

Out on the porch, Millie's slipper fell from her foot and made a plopping sound. The teenagers inside the bedroom glanced toward the window and Millie held her breath.

"What was that?" John said.

"Nothing," Pattie said, scooping the boy's cock back into her mouth.

"I thought I heard something," John said.

"It's a bird," Pattie said.

"Oh, fuck, that's good sucking, Pattie," John said.