Chapter 12

Glynn caught his sister coming out of the bathroom on Sunday morning. She was still glowing, but looked a little mussed, as if she had gone through a long and grueling night.

"Hey, sis--how did it go? He locked the door, and I couldn't ease into your room to watch from the closet, but I wanted to."

She smiled. "It's a good thing dad and mom sleep in different rooms; he's still in there all wrapped around Jean. Now he's fucked all three of us women, just as you have."

"All three--oh yeah, including mom. I heard her moving around downstairs awhile ago. She slept the night through." Glynn held to his sister's hand. "I'm wondering how I can get Jean and mom together today. Got any ideas?"

"How about if I split with dad? We can say we're going up to his office or something. Then you can use little Jean to turn on mother and ball her yourself."

"Good enough," he said, feeling a lift of anticipation at the idea of swinging with the little redhead and his mom. "But you know something? I'm missing your pussy, sis. I hope it doesn't take much longer before we can all be together, you and me, mom and dad."

Her kiss brushed his mouth and she said, "Hang in there, Glynn. I'll go get them up so we can have breakfast; all of us need the vitamins."

When she darted back through the bath, he went on down the stairs, eager to see his beautiful mom again.

It felt funny, he thought, talking about fucking with his sister, discussing their sex life openly and up front, but there were a lot of things changing around here since the plan had gotten moving. With any luck at all, he and Lorena ought to be able to work out the rest of it, getting his old man and mom together again.

"Hi mom--smells like pancakes. Did you know that Jean Marks stayed over last night? No, I guess not; you were asleep when she came after Lorena called her."

His mother was dressed in hip-snugging slacks, black and slinky, with a see-through white blouse. A bra cupped her opulent breasts, and he wished she didn't have it on, so he could see those great nipples. She said, "Oh? Did you and Jean have fun?"

He came up to her and put his arms around her slim waist, tugging her close so he could feel the shape of her ass against him. "Didn't touch her, mom, I swear. But if we can get dad and Lorena out of the house again, I think I can have her spend the rest of the day here--with us."

"I--I don't know," she said. "Everything looks different in the hard light of day, dear. Besides, your father took your sister along yesterday and he won't want to--"

He rubbed against her, his cook getting hard at the merest touch of her beguiling ass. He wanted to slide his shaft between those pear-shaped cheeks and move up and down, maybe prod her hidden asshole a little before lowering the head and pushing it thrillingly into the hot, wet grip of that fantastically beautiful pussy.

"Don't be a copout, mom; I won't let you. Last night you were all up on the idea of Jean with us, making love, and I can just about guarantee that Lorena will haul dad off again this morning."

She trembled against him and said softly, "All right; I just couldn't resist my eager young lover, even if I tried. If they go out, I'll go right to my room, and you can bring Jean there. Have you talked to her about it?"

"I'll get to her right after breakfast," he promised, and stepped back, letting go his mother's body as he heard footsteps on the stairs.

They ate quickly, with Lorena and him carrying most of the conversation, and when they were having a second cup of coffee, his sister announced that she was going to the office with their father.

"Some files to catch up on," his father said without looking up from his plate, "and Lorena volunteered to help."

Surprisingly, his mom said nothing in return, no putdown as she would normally have done. It was pretty nice, Glynn thought, not to have his parents cutting at each other all the time. He followed Lorena out to the station wagon because she motioned him to, and there she whispered in his ear that she would go away for about two hours.

"That will make it about noon when we come back, Glynn. Leave all the doors unlocked, and I'll accidentally let dad see you putting it to mother, with Jean right there helping. Just a glimpse to shake him up real good, then I'll back him out. It's the next logical step."

Glynn said, "Well, all right, but I'm still a little shaky about him seeing me and mom." He saw his dad coming around the car and split, his belly tightening. Sure, he thought, it all seemed very logical and simple, but what if his old man blew his cork? Dad might figure it was fine for him to stick his daughter, but he might not want his boy sticking his wife.

Back in the house, he saw his mother and Jean Marks cleaning up the remains of breakfast, and heard the dishwasher going. This kind of thing could turn a worried guy into a juice head, he decided, but voted against a beer on top of hotcakes with syrup. He compared the two--his mother tall and willowy, but with flared hips and long, eye-catching legs, Jean small and cute, put together like a miniature Venus. Mom's hair was black as night, and Jean's was flaming red.

They seemed to be getting to know each other, laughing and whispering things he couldn't hear. As he fidgeted just beyond the door, his fear fading in his eagerness to screw these two beautiful females, he saw Jean put a hand upon his mom's waist, and watched it drift almost casually down across her ass.

Immediately, his shaft leaped to attention. Jean was feeling up his mom, and he knew damned well that he was going to see some lesbian type loving before long, that he was going to be a major part of a sexual get together different from the one he had joined with Jean and his sister.

This time, Jean would make love to his mother, and maybe it would also go the other way around, while he got his licks in with both of them.

He couldn't just hang around and watch them, so he went up to take a bath, using plenty of hot water and soap, lathering his body strongly, then changing the water flow slowly from hot to cold. In the end, he found himself yelling and dancing around in the needlelike spray.

They were waiting for him in his mother's room--but not really. Jean and his mom had started without him, for they were already naked and together on the bed. As he stood staring in the doorway, he saw the little girl crawling over on top of his mother's statuesque body. Jean had both hands full of tit, and was kissing the beestung lips with dedication, her little pink tongue darting in and out.

Glynn heard his mother make some kind of choking noise, and watched her hands come up to cup the trimly molded ass cheeks, to caress and stroke them, push them together and pull them apart. The sight started a vibration in his rigid cock, and he walked slowly toward the bed where they were squirming. For the moment, they seemed to have forgotten he existed, and he couldn't blame them.

His mother was having her first lesbian experience, and Glynn was anxious to see what would happen next, but not from a distance. Not wanting to miss a single movement, he sat down on the far edge of the bed, holding his cock and staring avidly at them.

Jean manipulated his mom's breasts, thumbing the nipples while she kissed the older woman, mashing down on the springy mounds and letting them spring up rounded again. Her sleek little belly moved back and forth, seeking contact with their crotches, but until Jean stopped kissing her mouth and slid down, their cunts couldn't meet.

When she reached the base of the white throat, her mouth hesitated, and Jean licked the hollow there, then dipped over to the left to fasten hotly upon the upright nipple. Glynn sighed as the girl sucked upon that fabulous tit, because he knew the texture and flavor of it himself. She caressed the belly, the hips, and his mother's fingers dug into Jean's ass.

They were moving together then, pussy to pussy, Jean in between his mom's outflung legs, between the full, rich thighs. They humped and ground their cunts, making fucking motions as if one of them was a man, and he could see Jean's dark red pussy massaging his mother's midnight black cunt

Moaning, his mother gasped out: "Oh! Oh darling girl--it's wonderful to feel you like this, your sweet little box against mine. Oh! Yes, dear--your clit against mine--humping, humping-- oh!"

And Jean answered hotly, "Yes, Arlene--yes, Mrs. Johansen; what a deep, wet cunt you have, all velvet and juicy. So lovely, so hot and beautiful. Fuck me, Arlene--fuck me!"

The girl's ass blurred as she stroked furiously into the woman's cunt, heaving and twisting, rubbing her inflamed clitoris into his mother's steaming box. Glynn clamped down hard on his cock as he saw his mom lift her symmetrical legs and coil them around the small, perfect body. They really screwed then, moaning and gasping, rotating their asses and ramming their cunts together faster and faster.

"C-coming!" his mother cried out. "Oh you wonderful little thing, you're making me come!"

"Me, too!" Jean sobbed, bumping her crotch violently into the black one, making wet sounds. "Your beautiful hairy pussy--oh, squeeze me in your thighs, Mrs. Johansen, grind that terrific cunt into mine--OOOHH!"

Glynn sat entranced, his prick leaping in his hand, his balls packing themselves with fluid that was demanding to be released. They were so damned beautiful together, lying wrapped in naked flesh, and they had just reached a mutual orgasm, sharing the lascivious delights that one woman could give to another.

And Jean was only beginning. A real AC-DC chick, he thought, as she began to slide down his mother's supine, panting body, kissing the rib cage, licking her tongue over the smoothly mounded belly to ram it hotly into the navel. His mom shuddered all over, and pawed ineffectual hands at the twisted sheet, her mouth hanging open and her eyelashes fluttering.

"Your skin tastes like honey," Jean purred, "and I'll bet your pussy is even richer. Love the feel of your cunt hair against my cheek, Arlene--it's all crinkly and kind of stiff, and I can smell the perfume of it, warm and pungent"

The girl was rubbing her face into his mother's snatch, first one cheek, then the other, nosing into the thick curls of the ebony pubic hair. She even used her chin to burrow into the springy bush, and nipped the insides of the trembling white thighs with quick, hungry teeth. Glynn clamped down on the head of his prick, held it lightly as he watched.

He climbed on the bed with his knees, and scrambled over so he could see the most intimate details. There was Jean's tongue lapping like a puppy dog into his mom's quivering labia; he could see that the cunt lips were swollen now and turning redder. Jean was playing with the cheeks of the other woman's ass and dipping her fingers into the crack while she ate pussy.