Chapter 3

After the sucking and fucking between mother and son had run its course, with the two of them having dressed and gone back upstairs, a third family member remained in the basement. Millie Underwood had never seen anything like it.

"Hard to believe, with all the fucking around I've done," sighed the lingering teenager, "that this is the first time I ever watched anybody else getting it on. It's like... like..."

Poetry in motion, Millie decided. Watching had turned her on in a whole new way. Before it was over, she'd climaxed without even being touched.

"Seeing mom suck and fuck was almost like, yeah, somehow watching myself putting out," she wistfully murmured. "Mom's hairy cunt and mine, her titties, the way she sucks cock-mmmmm, it was nearly the same as watching myself in a mirror."

From here, it was only logical that Millie would wonder what might happen if their roles were reversed and she were the object of her mother's attention.

The mere thought of getting her mother aroused caused Millie's tits to tingle and her pussy to spasm moistly. She felt herself at both places, closing her eyes to imagine that her female parent was doing the touching.

"Oh, Mom, I dig you so much," Millie moaned. "If it were just you and me..."

Millie caught herself short. For she had realized that her mind was

wandering beyond what she'd witnessed between her brother and mother into the realm of a lesbian fantasy.

She shivered, thinking of eating her mother's sweet pussy, thinking of her own wet cunt being devoured by a sucking female mouth. And, during this flight of fancy, Millie wandered toward the washing machine, not knowing what she was after until she was there.

"Yes, they're still here," she panted, running her trembling fingers through the soft, lacy tangle of her mother's soiled panties.

Millie went through them until she found the dirtiest pair. Sniffing the fragrance at the crotch excited her so much that she next actually chewed on the fancy fabric, releasing her mother's leftover juices into her mouth.

"Oh, more... more," Millie gasped. "Just got to eat the real thing--Mom's delicious pussy."

Having made up her mind, Millie then kept the panties she'd sniffed and tasted as she finally slipped out of the basement. They would be, she planned, her calling card when she passed through the door into a whole new world of sex.

She waited until the next day, until they were alone in the house. The situation couldn't have been more perfect as she entered her parents' bedroom and found her mother tidying up the dresser drawers.

"Anything new turn up missing, Mom?" Millie casually asked from the

doorway.

"Uh, no, don't think so," Betsy Underwood self-consciously muttered.

Millie drifted over to where her mother sat and looked into the open drawer of lingerie. "I don't see those yellow panties of yours. The ones with the blue lace."

"Uh, I'm sure they're in here someplace," Betsy said, clearly wanting to drop the subject.

"No, I don't think those panties are in the drawer, Mom," Millie answered. "In fact, I know so."

"I-I don't understand," Betsy stammered, trying to figure out what her daughter was getting at.

"Very simple, Mom," Millie chuckled. "'Cause this time I'm the pantie- thief. In fact, I'm wearing them right now. Found them down in the basement and just couldn't resist trying them on."

"B-but I hadn't washed them yet," Betsy stammered.

"Mmmm, I know," Millie sighed. "Having them go straight from you to me without being washed makes me feel like I'm, well, closer to you somehow. And they fit me like a dream."

She panted. Her mother had no idea what was coming next, but she was waiting in suspense for it.

"Wanna see, Mom?"

Her mother was speechless. But the main thing was that she didn't say no.

"Bet you'll think I'm adorable in your panties, Mom," Millie purred, slowly unfastening her cut-off jeans.

Then, the open cut-offs sagging around her hips, Millie wiggled below the waist so they fell down her long, tanned legs to the floor. When she stepped forward, her mother's stolen panties hugged her crotch like a lacy second skin.

"What do you think, Mom?" Millie asked, turning around to show her mother her rear. "Doesn't my ass look cute in them?"

Her mother remained speechless. However, Betsy's hard breathing spoke louder than ordinary words.

"But what I really like most about your panties, Mom, is the way they fit so tight between my legs. You know? They rub me just right and the lace tickles the insides of my thighs. Just about every time I make a move it..."

She interrupted herself to squeeze her thighs together. There was no mistake about it, Betsy could hear her wet pussy squish out loud. And, as if that weren't enough, when she parted her thighs again a growing stain was visible at the sheer crotch of the ultra-snug panties.

"Then, when I touch myself," Millie now continued, "it's almost like the panties aren't even there. I can feel everything!"

She dropped her hand to the crux of her loins, boldly stroking her own cunt through the clinging fabric. The stain grew darker and larger, with some of the moisture leaking from beneath the elastic that formed the "V" of the crotch and glistening at her inner thighs.

"Yes... almost like they aren't even there," she steamily repeated.

Next, Millie's middle finger pushed into the slot of her juicy cunt through the sopping crotch-band of the panties. Her hips immediately started rolling with pleasure.

"Here, Mom," she then said, "why don't you try it?"

Betsy Underwood acted like she was in a deep trance. She passively allowed her daughter to take her hand and put it where Millie's had just been. Her fingers felt that hot, wet teenaged cunt as it oozed beneath the skin-tight panties.

"It's best with your finger, Mom," Millie urged. "Mmmmm, like that. I was gonna say inside me, but you just found my clit and that's even better."

Millie promptly climaxed and she was hardly shy about it.

"That's right, Mom," she moaned, "you just made me come in your panties! They were wet before, but now... Ooooooh, just taste!"

Now Millie took her mother's head in her hands. She guided Betsy's face to her crotch and forced contact between mouth and cunt, with only the flimsy fabric separating them.

"Suck, mom, suck," Millie coaxed. "Suck my cunt through your panties and I'll come again! "

Betsy Underwood was helpless to resist. She was greeted with a fresh supply of pussy juice which dribbled down her chin.

"Hmmmm, wonder what kind of shape your other panties are in--the ones you're wearing right now, Mom," Millie panted.

Millie reached down, exploring under her mother's skirt. What she found was even better than wet panties--her mother wasn't wearing anything down there! All at once, Millie's fingers were tangled in a curly jungle of pussy hair.

"Mom!" Millie gasped. "Ohhh, let's go to bed."

Still in that apparent trance, Betsy Underwood let herself be led to the place where she normally slept with her husband. Then, her only outward sign of emotion being the goose bumps which decorated her bare flesh, she permitted herself to be quickly stripped naked by her daughter.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Mom," Millie told her.

Then, for the first time since all this had begun to get serious, Betsy spoke. "Let me see the rest of you now too, darling."

"Oh, Mom, I thought you'd never ask!"

Millie pulled her top over her head, revealing her braless tits. The hard, little nipples stuck straight out with total arousal.

"Oh, darling, you're practically me at your age all over again!" Betsy swooned.

"Mmmmm, Mom, that's the sweetest thing anybody ever said to me," Millie replied. "I can't wait to show you my cunt."

"I can't wait to see it!" Betsy declared.

Out of her trance now, Millie's mother took charge. Betsy peeled away the stolen panties from the girl herself, her hungry eyes staring at her daughter's teenaged pussy.

"Yes, so hairy, such a hairy, young cunt," Betsy rasped with lust. "And I just know it's as sweet as it can be. I can already smell it."

"But you'll have to taste it to be sure, Mom," beckoned Millie, laying back on the bed with her legs spread wide.

"Only under one condition," Betsy immediately countered, grinning from ear to ear.

"Anything, Mom!" Millie hornily cried.

"You eat me, too," Betsy said softly. "Eat my pussy, baby, at the same time I'm eating yours."

"That's the easiest bargain I'll ever keep!" Millie exclaimed. "Hurry, Mom, hurry! Sit on my face with your hairy cunt while you're diving into mine!"

But Betsy paused, suddenly self-conscious. "Suppose I should tell you this right now, sweetheart. I've never done anything like this before... not with another, well, woman."

Millie immediately connected on the odd angle of her mother's statement. "Do you really think I'm a woman now, Mom? Not just a little girl?"

Her daughter's concern totally charmed Betsy Underwood, putting her at ease. "You'll always be mommy's little girl, sweetheart... but, my Lord, yes, what a beautiful young woman you've grown into. If I'm going to eat another pussy, I'm so glad I waited for the first one to be yours."

"And I'm glad I waited for your gorgeous cunt, too, Mom," Millie tenderly replied.

"Darling, you mean..."

"Yes, Mom, I'm just as cherry when it comes to this as you are," Millie said. "So there's nothing to worry about, 'cause we're starting even. We'll learn from each other."

"Mmmmm, how perfect for us. How absolutely perfect!" a thrilled Betsy stated. "Now let's take each other to school, my darling, all the way to