Mom Assumes Sister's Chores





Amorous twins trick mom into assuming sister's nightly chore.


Part I.

Angie Stewart heard her son pull into the driveway. She glanced up from her book and looked at the clock above the fireplace: 11:50. Hmm, she thought, Paul's home early for a Saturday night. She looked back down at her book and heard Paul come in through the kitchen door entrance. She saw the dim light from the kitchen as he opened the refrigerator door.

"Hi, Mom. Whatcha, doing up so late?" He walked across the room and kissed his mother on top of her head. As she leaned forward to accept his kiss, he took the opportunity to look down her night gown and ogle her breasts. For as long as he could remember he had been enamored with her breasts, well, really, any breasts. His mom had nice breasts for a 41-year-old mother of twins. They were big and soft and appeared to have only a slight amount of sag. He liked that they were milky white and wondered if she had big dark nipples like he imagined. She often went braless in the house and he was constantly mesmerized by the way they swayed when she walked.

"Your Dad is snoring again. He refuses to use his CPAP." She smiled. "It may be the end of our marriage." She folded the book into the blanket covering her lap. "You're home early for a Saturday night." Frisco, his mom's cat who was snuggled into the blanket, looked perturbed at being disturbed. He stretched out one of his front legs, spread his toes extending his claws, and went back to sleep.

"Yeah, well, I went out with Wendy tonight and you know her Dad has the strict midnight curfew thing and all. I always get her home at least 15 minutes early to avoid any problems." He made air quotes with one of his hands when he said "problems." The other hand was full of white grapes he'd taken from the refrigerator.

Her brow furrowed just above her nose the way it always did when she was thinking. Paul had always thought it was adorable. "I thought you two weren't going steady anymore."

"We're not, but we're still friends and all. We went to see the new Spiderman movie. It was dumb by the way." He tossed a couple of grapes into his mouth and said, "Goodnight, Mom. I'm going to hit the hay."

"Night, honey. I'll probably sleep down here on the couch again tonight." She watched her son walk up the stairs. She couldn't believe that her baby boy had grown up to be such a tall, strong man. Although he was only 18-years-old, he had broad muscular shoulders and a narrow athletic waste. He'd be graduating from high school in a few short weeks, but he had decided that college was not for him and planned on working full time down at the Ford dealership. The manager of the service department thought Paul had a lot of potential as a mechanic. He already had the rough, strong hands of a man who worked for a living.

Paul had dated Wendy off and on all through high school and Angie wasn't quite sure he was ready for the 'big leagues' of dating after high school. Wendy was very sweet, and quite lovely, but she was also the only daughter of the pastor of one of the largest Southern Baptist churches in the state. Naturally, her father was very strict and Wendy was amazingly naïve to the ways of the world. Angie was worried that some cougar would sweep her young naïve son into a manipulative relationship, or worse, some woman would get pregnant to trap him into marriage.

She opened her book, but couldn't seem to focus on the words. She looked back up the stairs where her son had just disappeared. I sure hope he'll be okay, she thought. She wasn't worried a bit about Paul's twin sister, Cindy. She was wise to the ways of the world and had always been popular in high school. She had dated several guys, but was smart about not getting terribly involved with any one of them. Of course, she knew that Cindy was sexually active. Angie had gotten her a prescription for birth control pills and made sure she knew about STDs. Paul on the other hand worried her. She was pretty sure that he was still a virgin. She whispered to Frisco, "I'll have Cindy talk to him about girls this summer before she heads to college." She looked down at Frisco who had opened one eye purring away on her lap and then at the half clothed blond-haired hunk on the cover of her trashy romance novel.

As Paul walked up the stairs, he noticed light seeping out from underneath his sister's bedroom door. He stopped by her door and listened but all he could hear was the melodic snoring of his father down the hall. He slowly opened the door and saw his sister sitting up in bed. She smiled at him over the top of her iPad and pulled the buds out from her ears. He placed his finger over his lips in the universal sign of quiet and whispered, "Mom's still up. She's downstairs reading." He slowly closed the door and walked over to Cindy's bed.

"You're home early. Did you go out with Wendy, again?"

"Yep."

"And?"

"Why don't you tell me."

Smiling, she said, "You're so bad. We'll have to be extra quiet." She threw the covers over to the side exposing her beautiful toned legs. She was wearing a white camisole and purple panties. He could see the camel toe of her vagina through the thin, almost sheer fabric. He also noticed her nipples starting to harden under the light fabric of her top. She scooted to the edge of the bed and folded her legs to sit Indian style.

"Come here." She pulled him toward her by his belt buckle. "You know I don't mind doing this for you...at all," she said as she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his blue jeans, "but you're going to miss me when I head to college in the Fall." He was already hard as she pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one quick motion. "How are you going to fall asleep when I'm gone?"

She looked up into his dark brown eyes and smiled as she sucked the corona of his cock into her mouth. He took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. "Your dick tastes like pussy." She smiled up at him. She sucked the entire length of cock into her mouth and then withdrawing it asked, "Whose better at sucking dick, me or Wendy?" She sucked him into her warm inviting mouth again.

"Fuck...you, by far. She's not nearly as into as you," he said.

"Well, I do love sucking cock." She sucked him into her mouth and pressed the head of his dick into the back of her throat until she gagged. To her dismay, she still had not mastered deep throating. But, she could already taste his salty pre-cum so she knew she was driving him crazy. She felt him reach down and softly take her left breast into his right hand. He gently kneaded her breast causing her nipples to get even harder. He had a very gentle touch that she loved.

She let his cock slip from her mouth and reached down and pulled her top up and over her head. "Wendy does have much bigger tits than me." He looked down at his twin sister's beautiful young breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. She was unquestionably beautiful sitting on her bed with crossed legs wearing only her small purple panties, her red hair pulled back into a ponytail set high on the back of her head. The dark panties contrasted with her alabaster skin. She took each breast into her hands and pushed them together. When she let go of her breasts, they sprang back into position as only the breasts of an 18-year-old woman would. Paul loved his twins' breasts. They formed nice cones that curved down slightly and were tipped with dark pink nipples that always seemed to be erect.

She absentmindedly stroked his cock with her hand as she spoke. "What do Wendy's tits look like?"

Paul smiled down at his sister. He thought it was adorable that she was self-conscious about her pert breasts. She, like most women, assumed that all men liked big boobs. Paul teased her by saying, "They're big and pretty much perfect. They hang down from her chest and spread out into two big cantaloupe sized tits."

Cindy stuck out her lower lip like she was pouting. Paul wasn't lying when he told her, "I like your nipples better, though. They're always hard and ready to be sucked. Wendy's nipples are never hard like yours."

She sucked her brother's hard-on back into her mouth. Paul closed his eyes, and pulled on Cindy's nipples causing her to moan. "Anyway," he continued, "when her tits are pointed at the floor in 20 years your tits will still be beautiful."

She allowed Paul's dick to slide back out from between her lips. She said, "I like how Wendy's boobs sway when she's not wearing a bra."

Paul looked down at her again. "You know, I probably could talk Wendy into showing them to you if you want to see them."

Cindy smiled up at him. "Maybe I'd like that."

Paul said, "You should see how they sway when I fuck her doggy style!"

Cindy had a thoughtful look on her face and said, "Yum, I'd really like to see that!"

Although the twins routinely fooled around like this, they had not crossed that last line to actual fucking. They had never even discussed the possibility, but instead both seemed to be happy with the way things were.

She pulled Paul back into her mouth and started to really suck her brother's cock in earnest. She could tell that he was getting close. She could taste a constant stream of pre-cum and he had placed a hand on the back of her head the way he always did before he came in her mouth. She looked up into his eyes. He was staring back down at his sister's beautiful green eyes. She placed her hands on his naked butt, urging him to push his cock into the back of her throat. He gently fucked his sister's mouth, feeling the amazing sensations of an imminent orgasm. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her or gag her...he never did.

As he always did before he came he asked permission with his raised eyebrows. She almost imperceptibly nodded yes and sped up her sucking motion, willing him to cum onto the back of her throat. She felt him tense and then the first small dribble of cum fell on her tongue, followed by a huge rope of cum that shot from the end of his cock onto the back of her throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but some of his semen leaked out of the corner of her mouth and fell onto her chest, running down between her tits. When he was done, she sucked to make sure she had every drop and then let his cock slip out from between her lips. "Wow. That was a huge load. Didn't you just fuck Wendy?"

He smiled at his sister as she rubbed his cum into her chest and then used the back of her hand to wipe the dribble off of her chin and lips. "That was a couple of hours ago."

She grinned and asked, "Seriously, what are you going to do when I head off to college in the Fall? Explode?" He smiled back at her, kicked off his shoes, and then removed his boxer shorts and jeans. He climbed into her bed and she nestled against him as they cuddled and talked quietly. He ran his hand along her flat stomach, occasionally moving up to cup one of her breasts.

He asked, "Were you serious about a threesome with Wendy?"

She grinned, lowered her eyes demurely, and said, "Who said anything about a threesome, mister?" She gently punched him the arm. "But. Yeah. Maybe. I've never been with a girl before." She took his hand and moved it to the elastic band of her panties. He slid his hand down and found her pussy very wet and very warm. He gently slid his fingers on each side of her labia ignoring her clit. He could read his twin just as well as she read him. Her body would tell him when she was ready.

"I think Wendy might be into it. She loves it when I go down on her and I know you'd be better at it than me."

Cindy opened her lazy eyes and looked at her brother. "Does her pussy taste like my pussy?"

"Sort of. It's different, but similar. She doesn't shave like you do, so the hair traps the scent. It's more musky smelling than you are, but not in a bad way."

Cindy moved her legs and Paul slid his middle finger into her sister's vagina. She moaned as he slowly finger fucked her, ensuring that his palm rubbed her clit.

"Do you think Wendy would freak out if she found out that you and I mess around like this?"

"Probably. At first." Paul began to quicken his pace. "Her dad is so strict she will do almost anything that she thinks he would disapprove of as long as there is a reasonable chance she won't get caught. She's a freak if you give her a chance."

Cindy was breathing deeply now, pulling on her own nipples. Paul lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and sucked sending Cindy over the edge in an intense orgasm. She grabbed a pillow and placed it over her face as she came. Paul slowed his finger fucking and raised his palm off of her clit so as not to over stimulate her.

Afterward, they lay in each other's arms for several minutes while Cindy's heart rate and breathing returned to normal. She lay in her brother's arms with a big grin on her face. "One of these days I'm going to get you to fuck me."

Paul just smiled. "Promises, promises..."

Then he floored her. "What about a threesome with Mom?"

The grinned disappeared from her face. "What?"

"I've been thinking about what's going to happen when you head off to college."

"Paul, there is no fucking way Mom would go for that."

"Let's just say for a second that Mom will go for it. Would you?"

"Honestly, I don't know. The thought of being with Wendy excites me but I've never even thought about being with Mom." She looked off into space as she imagined what it would be like to have sex with her own mother. Then, she suddenly shook her head and said, "It'll never happen, so why are we wasting time on this."

Paul smiled at his sister. "I have been thinking about it and I think I have a way to make it happen."

After Paul had shared his plan with Cindy he asked, "Well? Yes? No?" He had his palms raised to the ceiling.

"Dude. That might actually work."

Paul smiled. "Dude. Does that mean you'll help me?"

"Dude. Yeah. Okay. I'm in." They both laughed at the stupidity of their conversation.

He gently kissed his twin on the lips. "I love you, even if you do taste like cum." He pinched one of her nipples.

"Ouch!" She slapped his ass. "I love you, too, even if you're a dick."

Part II.

Angie started awake wondering where she was. She had the feeling that someone was staring at her. Before she opened her eyes, she tried to take stock of her surroundings. She was aware that she was sleeping on her stomach and that Frisco was sleeping in the middle of her back. She was also aware that she was hot. Very hot. Furnace hot. In fact, she was sweating. She opened her eyes and immediately realized that she was on her couch in the living room, a very heavy quilt was covering her, and that Paul was sitting in the recliner across the room sipping on a cup of coffee.

When he saw her open her eyes he said, "Good morning, Sunshine."

"Morning," she croaked.

"Did you sleep well on the couch last night?"

"Hell no." Angie rarely cursed but she was tired of sleeping on the couch just because her husband needed to lose 50 pounds and refused to sleep with his CPAP "because it hurts my nostrils." Pussy, she thought to herself. I'm going to make his ass sleep on the couch from now on and we'll just see how long it takes him to start using his CPAP. Then, she smiled in spite of her lousy mood. She had no idea she was so irritated at her husband until this very moment.

"That's the smile I wanted to see." Paul was smiling back at his mother.

She didn't have to feign her irritation. "Go get me some coffee."

When Paul returned Angie was sitting up on the couch. She had thrown the quilt off of herself and a freshly bothered Frisco was walking up the stairs. She had unbuttoned the top few buttons of her nightgown to allow some heat to escape, which exposed an ample amount of cleavage to Paul's delight. Her hair was a mess and she had a crease in her face where she'd been lying on one of the uncomfortable throw pillows she kept on the couch. She took the cup from Paul without a word and took her first sip of morning coffee. She felt the warm elixir stream down her throat and into her stomach. Pure heaven, she thought as she smiled again. She ran a hand through her hair and did her best to make herself presentable. As she mussed her hair her breasts swayed under her nightgown.

Paul watched his mother as she fussed with her hair, but he was really watching her breasts as they swayed. Time to put the plan into action. Paul let his mom finish about half of her cup of coffee in silence and then he asked, "Mom, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, you may ask a question." She emphasized the word 'may' to indicate his grammatical error.

"Yeah, right. Sorry. May I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Does it make Dad mad when you sleep on the couch?"

"I don't think so. Why do you think he'd be angry?"

He was aware that she had corrected another grammatical mistake, but this time he didn't acknowledge it. Paul feigned embarrassment and said, "Well...uh...I'm not sure how to ask this."

"It's okay, darling. Just ask."

"Okay. Well, uh, because of sex and stuff."

Angie smiled in spite of herself and thought, He's so adorable the way he's embarrassed to talk about sex. She didn't want him to become self-conscious about his question so she answered him right away. "Honey, we've been married a long time, your Dad and I, so those sorts of things become less important."

Paul acted like he was processing her answer and then said, "So, sex is less important after marriage."

Angie smiled again. "No. That's not what I'm saying. Let me put it this way. When a couple first gets married, they tend to make love a lot. Most couples do it every day or sometimes more than once per day. But, it's a sad fact that most couples stop having regular sexual relations after a few years of marriage."

"So, you and Dad don't have sex anymore?"

"No, that's not quite right either. I'd say your Dad and I occasionally make love."

Paul felt bad that his mother actually looked sad, but he had to go through with his plan. "So, like two to three times a week?"

"Ha! I wish!" Angie was surprised by her own outburst and her cheeks flushed. She immediately regretted letting her son into her own little world of loneliness. "I'm not really comfortable telling you how often, but let's just say it's less than once a week." Then she added in her own mind, It's more like twice a year!

Paul sat quietly sipping his coffee pretending to be deep in thought. "So, Dad doesn't care if you sleep on the couch because you don't have sex very often anymore. Is that right?"

"I'd say that's accurate. Yes."

Again, Paul sat quietly. He got up from the chair and came back with the carafe of coffee. He topped off his cup and his mom's cup, returned it to the kitchen, and then sat back down in the recliner. "Mom, is sex fun?"

Now she was sure that her suspicions were true. He is a virgin. "Hmm. That's a tough one. The short answer is, yes, sex is fun. It's pleasurable. But, it's also serious business. On top of breaking a girl's heart if you treat her badly, you can get a woman pregnant or catch all kinds of diseases from sex. It's not something that you should do lightly or with little consideration."

Paul sat quietly for a few minutes and then said, "Mom, thanks for talking to me like an adult."

She smiled and said, "Of course, darling. You are and adult."

"I'm going to take a shower and get ready. Cindy and I are going to pick up Wendy after lunch and go to the lake for a while." He ran up the stairs and she heard his bedroom door open and then shut.

When Paul got to his room he grabbed his iPhone.

Paul: the rabbit and crow walk together in the desert





Cindy: wtf? are you high?

Paul: plan initiated

Cindy: wtf are you talking about?

Paul: the thing we talked about last night. mom is on the couch. go downstairs now J

Cindy: oh. OH! OMW

Cindy jumped out of bed, pulled a T-shirt on over her naked body, and went downstairs. She plopped down in the chair that Paul had vacated only a minute or so before. Angie was still sipping coffee on the couch. "Morning, Mom."

"Morning, sweetheart. What are your plans for the day?"

"I think Paul and I are going to go to the lake for a little while this afternoon."

"Yeah, he just told me that." Angie heard the shower running upstairs and she took the opportunity to speak with Cindy while Paul was in the shower. "Cindy, I need to ask you something about your brother but I don't want him to find out, okay?"

"Sure, Mom. What's up?"

"You know that your brother has been dating Wendy off and on pretty much for the last four years?"

"Right."

"And, you now that Wendy's parents are very strict with her."

"I'd say more like fanatical, but let's not quibble over words."

Angie smiled. "I'll stick with 'strict.' Anyway, I'm worried about your brother. Most kids have at least some romantic experiences in high school." Angie made air quotes and said, "And, by romantic I mean some sexual experience. Not necessarily sexual intercourse, but at least second or third base."

Cindy laughed and said, "Hello. It's 1955 calling. I'd like my description of necking back."

Angie was perplexed. "What would you call it?"

"It's fine, mom. I know what you're talking about. Hooking up in the backseat of the car."

"Okay. Hooking up." Angie made a face like she'd smelled something bad. "Hooking up is an ugly expression, don't you think?"

"Mom, we're getting off track. You were asking me something about Paul."

"Yeah. Sorry. Right. Do you think Wendy and Paul have done anything?"

"Whatever!" Cindy started laughing. "That dork have sex with Wendy! Right!"

Angie knew she shouldn't laugh but she was enjoying Cindy's mirth and it was contagious. She laughed with Cindy in spite of herself. "Cindy. Be nice."

"Sorry. No, Mom. I'm pretty sure Paul is a virgin. He probably doesn't even know how to masturbate." Cindy was making the arm motion in the air that was universally recognized as jerking off a cock.

Angie feigned surprise. "Cindy!" She then said, "Really?"

"Mom! Come on. This is Paul we're talking about. He's a dork when it comes to women. Why do you think he's dated Wendy for four years? There's no pressure. She can't have sex because of her fanatical parents and Paul doesn't seem very interested in sex anyway. It's a match made in heaven."

"Well, it worries me. He was just asking me some very naïve questions and, well, I'm concerned that he might end up in some trouble down the road." She looked worried. She sighed and said, "I think you should talk to your brother about sex and find out what he knows."

"Wait. What? No way!" She looked perplexed and asked, "Isn't that Dad's job, anyway?"

"Cindy. He's your twin. He's your only brother."

"When it comes to sex, he's a total dork, Mom. Anyway, what am I supposed to say? 'Hey, brother, have you nailed Wendy yet, or how often do you jerk one out?'"

"Cindy!" She could feel her temper starting to rise and she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. After a long pause, she continued. "Think of it this way. Your brother always helps you when he's better at something than you. He's better at math, and he helped you get through Advanced Calculus."

"True."

"Well, you have more experience in the area of romance, so I think you should return the favor and help him out."

"Mom. Please, no. I really don't want to talk to my brother about sex."

"Please. Consider this a favor. I'll owe you one."

Cindy sighed. She slumped her shoulders, lowered her head and said, "Okay. I'll do it." She sounded like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh.

"Thank you."

When Cindy got back to her room she typed out a text message to Paul.

Cindy: damn dude ur good

Paul: she took the bait, huh?

Cindy: worked like a charm, u dog

Cindy put the phone down and then picked it back up. She typed another message.

Cindy: i'm getting wet thinking about it

Paul: J

Part III.

Paul and Cindy pulled into Wendy's driveway around 2:00 PM. Rev. John Thomas expected his children to make themselves available for lunch after Sunday services and Wendy was not allowed to go out until after 2:00 PM, and only if all of her homework was done. Wendy had gotten into the habit of doing weekend homework on Friday afternoon after school to ensure that she'd get time to have fun on the weekend.

Paul turned to Cindy and said, "Come on. His High Holiness the Right Reverend Saint Thomas will not tolerate us picking up Wendy without first going in to speak with him. I made the mistake of honking the horn for her once." He held up one finger and made a face. "Never again. Did you know that Lott, of Sodom and Gomorra fame, probably would have honked his horn for his girlfriend if he'd have had a car? I know now it now!" He held up his finger again. "ONCE!"

Cindy rolled her eyes and got out of the car. She was wearing cutoff jeans over her bikini bottoms and a T-shirt. Her beautiful toned pale legs stretched out from the shorts and ran all the way to her cute feet in flip-flops. The ties of the bikini top could be seen at her neck. Paul said, "Don't be surprised if he mentions something about you wearing a bikini and starts a lecture on women tempting men." Cindy rolled her eyes again.

Anita Thomas opened the door. "Paul. Cindy. Welcome. Wendy is getting ready. Rev. Thomas is in his study. Paul, you know the way."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

Paul and Cindy walked to the back of the house and stopped at the open door to Rev. Thomas' study. Paul knocked on the door jam.

Rev. Thomas looked up from the papers on his desk and said, "Paul. Nice to see you. Come in. Oh! Hello, Cindy. Nice to see you again." As soon as he saw Cindy he rose from his chair and walked around to shake her hand, and then gestured to the two leather over-stuffed chairs in front of his desk. He was nothing if not a complete gentleman. "Please. Sit down." He looked at each of them in their eyes and said, "So, what do we have in store for my little princess today?"

Paul was used to Rev. Thomas and said, "We thought we'd head to the lake this afternoon. Of course, with your permission, sir."

He looked at Cindy and then back at Paul. "I think that would be fine. I do like that your sister will be along as a chaperone, although I'm not sure I approve of her bathing attire."

Paul thought, bingo, and prayed that Cindy would not roll her eyes at the reverend. Since he knew his twin so well, he saw her sit up slightly and just knew she was revving up for a fight. He heard the unmistakable sound that one's lips make as they part in preparation for saying something when Wendy walked into the study. Saved by the bell!

"Ah, here's my princess now." Wendy was dressed in a yellow sun dress that she was obviously wearing over her black one-piece bathing suit. She was really stunningly beautiful and Cindy once again saw why Paul put up with Rev. Thomas' nonsense. Wendy was tall at 5'8" and had a full figure body with large breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips and a full butt, and shapely, but powerful legs. Wendy worked out and it showed. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was wearing a baseball cap. Her stark blue-gray eyes were piercing when contrasted with her dark hair.

"Hi, Daddy." She walked around the desk and kissed her father on the cheek. She then sat on the edge of his desk and winked at Paul.

"Paul was just telling me that you were going to head to the lake for the afternoon. Is your homework done, young lady?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent. Have you asked permission from your mother?"

"Yes, sir. She said it is fine with her as long as you approve."

"Well, good. Have fun, and be sure to wear sunscreen."

Paul and Cindy stood in unison. "Reverend Thomas," said Cindy, "with my red hair and fair skin I always have to wear the strongest sunscreen available. I'll make sure Wendy doesn't burn."

Rev. Thomas smiled. "Fine. Fine." He walked them to the door where he handed the three teenagers to Mrs. Thomas. She escorted them to the door.

When they got to the car, Wendy said, "Cindy, sorry for my Dad's comment about your bikini. He just can't control himself."

"You heard that, huh? Thank God you walked in or I might have said something."

Paul looked at Cindy, who was sitting in the back seat behind Wendy. "Ha! Might have said something!"

They all laughed. Cindy was famous for her temper; it came naturally with her red hair. Cindy said, "I know he can't help it."

Wendy replied, "The problem with us Baptists is that we are terribly worried what other people might think. There's that old joke: 'If you invite one Baptist to go fishing with you he'll drink all your beer. If you invite two Baptist, they won't drink any.' It's so fucking true." Wendy leaned over and kissed Paul deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth. "Thanks for getting me out of that house for the afternoon."

From the back seat Cindy said, "I'm jealous."

Wendy looked over her seat at Cindy and said, "With your looks you can have any boy you want. You're fucking hot!"

"Thanks, but that's not what I mean. I want Paul, too." She winked at Wendy. Paul looked back at Cindy and then over a Wendy. He shrugged and returned his attention to driving.

Wendy looked back at Cindy over her seat and said, "I'm not sure how to respond to that."

Cindy smiled broadly and looked out of her window at the trees as they whizzed by.

The three teenagers were pleasantly surprised to find that the beach was not terribly busy. There were several families and a few mothers with their smaller children. They found a spot off to the side of the man-made beach along the lake front and put out their blanket and beach umbrella.

Cindy took out a tube of SPF 50 sun screen and began to apply it to her arms, legs, stomach, and chest. She carefully applied it to her throat and face. "Wendy, can you get my back?" She handed the tube to Wendy and rolled over onto her stomach.

Wendy applied the sunscreen to Cindy's back and then applied it to herself. As she was applying it to her legs, Cindy noticed that Wendy had dark pubic hairs sticking out from the elastic around her inner thighs. "Wendy! Why don't you shave or at least trim your bush, girl?"

"What?" Cindy pointed to Wendy's crotch. "Oh. Yeah, well, I can't."

"What do you mean, 'You can't'?"

"Dad says that only whores shave or trim their pubic hair. I just can't take another lecture on how Mary Magdalen probably shaved her pubic hair...which is absurd of course. Dad says that God put pubic hair there for a reason and no one should be seeing it but my future husband."

Cindy looked shocked and then a thought crossed her mind and she was furious. "Are you telling me that your Dad checks your bush to make sure it's not shaved?"

"No!" She lowered her eyes, clearly embarrassed by this conversation. "He has Mom check." She quickly added, "But, she doesn't check. She just trusts me to do as I'm told. I don't want her to get in trouble so I don't challenge him."

"Fuck me!"

"No," Wendy said, "fuck me. I'm the one with hairs sticking out of my bathing suit."

Paul interrupted, "I don't mind your bushy pussy."

Wendy leaned over and kissed Paul. "Thanks, baby."

"Well," said Cindy, "mine is shaved completely." She looked around to make sure no one was looking and she pulled her bikini bottom to the side fully exposing her baby smooth vagina to Wendy and Paul. The labia were slightly swollen from her excitement and the hood of her clitoris was protruding out from the top of the labia. "I guess that makes me a whore."

Wendy stared at Cindy's vagina for several long seconds and then looked up at Paul's face, who was also staring at his sisters exposed pussy. Wendy then looked into Cindy's face, who was staring back into Wendy's eyes.

"Cindy! Paul's right here." She nodded her head toward Paul as if Cindy had not noticed him there and it would be a revelation that Paul was actually staring at her exposed muff.

Paul spoke first. "We're twins. We used to take baths together. I've seen her naked."

"Yeah, but...not recently...or wait...do you?"

Paul smiled at Wendy. Cindy was beaming as well.

Cindy broke the trance. "Okay, I showed you mine, now you show me yours."

"No!"

"Come on."

"No! I'm too hairy!"

Paul and Cindy said simultaneously, "No, you're not." They smiled at each other. Then they both said together, "Jinx." All three of them laughed.

Wendy looked around, lowered her voice and whispered, "I'm not going to show you my pussy."

"How about if I help you trim it up a little? I'm not talking about shaving or trimming too much, but just a little trim to keep the hairs from sticking out of your suit...and panties." Cindy raised her eyebrows.

Wendy looked dubious but, of course, she actually wanted to do it. "Okay, but only if we can do it at your house so Mom doesn't get suspicious."

"Deal!" Cindy stuck out her lower lip. "If you're not going to show me your pussy, then how about those beautiful big tits? They're not hairy, are they?"

Paul answered, "No. No they're not."

Wendy play slapped Paul on the butt. She looked down at her own breasts and the very modest amount of cleavage that was showing from the neckline of her conservative one-piece black swimsuit. Wendy looked around again and then used her hands to press her large breasts together. "These?"

"Yeah. Let's see them."

Wendy looked around again and noted that no one was paying the least bit of attention to the three teenagers on the edge of the beach. She lowered the strap off of one shoulder and then the other shoulder. She pulled down on her suit and both of her breasts sprang free, hanging proudly from her chest. Her nipples were erect, but Cindy recalled Paul's comments and noted that Wendy's nipples were nowhere near as long and hard as her nipples.

Exposing herself to the twins in public like this excited her more than she expected. She noted that Cindy was staring intently at her breasts and absentmindedly licked her lips. "Do you want to touch them?"

Wendy looked around and then leaned forward for Cindy. Cindy gently felt the weight of Wendy's breasts and then kneaded them softly, rubbing her thumbs across her erect nipples. Without asking permission Cindy leaned forward and sucked the right nipple into her mouth, rolling her tongue around. A moan slipped from deep within Wendy's throat. Wendy leaned back and pulled her suit back over her chest. She stared at Cindy's tits.

Without having to be asked, Cindy slipped the bikini top to the side exposing her perky smaller breasts to the world. As usual, Cindy's nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds.

"Wow! Those nipples." Wendy shot her hand out and pinched Cindy's left nipple. She gently rolled it between her fingers.

"Hmm. A woman's touch is different, isn't it?"

Paul suddenly interrupted them. "Uh, we have a problem." He was laying on his stomach on the beach towel.

The girls looked at Paul as if they had forgotten he was there. Paul rolled over onto his back and looked down at his erect penis forming a pup tent in the front of his swimsuit.

Cindy said, "Whip it out. Wendy here will take care of that bad boy for you."

"Not here!" Wendy looked around. "If any of this ever got back to my Dad I'd be grounded until I'm 45-years-old if he didn't crucify me first."

Cindy turned to Paul. "Looks like your shit out of luck, dude."

Wendy kissed Paul serendipitously stroking his cock. "Sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you later."

"Great," Paul said not sounding at all like the situation was great. "You two stop making me hard and it will go down on its own." He rolled back over onto his stomach and sighed.

Part IV.

Paul and Cindy dropped Wendy off at her home with the required visit with Rev. and Mrs. Thomas. Wendy had already given Paul a proper deep goodbye kiss in the car, and now gave him a chased peck on the cheek for the benefit of her parents. Paul acted like it embarrassed him and Cindy used all of her willpower not to roll her eyes in front of Wendy's parents.

As they were riding back to their house Cindy turned to her brother and said, "Wendy is really hot."

"Yeah. She sure is."

"But, her dad. Holly fuck! She can't shave her pubic hair!" Cindy shook her head and her ponytail whipped from side to side. "What normal father thinks even one second about his daughter's vagina? The answer is none, by the way. No normal father thinks about their daughter's vagina. Only a pervert or freak." She looked at Paul. "I bet he beats off thinking about his daughter's pussy. I bet he likes a thick bush so he doesn't let her shave. Pervert."

Paul just looked over at his twin and then focused his attention back on the road. She was right, of course, but Paul was desensitized to Rev. Thomas' nonsense and didn't think about him very often anymore. Wendy was beautiful, smart, and loved to fuck and that was good enough for him to put up with all of her father's shit.

As they pulled into the driveway Paul noted that his Dad's car was not in its parking spot. "Dad's not home."

Cindy looked at Paul with a blank stare and then suddenly the meaning of his statement hit her. "Oh. Yeah."

"Are you up to it? It's a big step and we may be pushing Mom too far."

Cindy's pussy tingled at the thought of having a threesome with her twin and her mom, and she squeezed her thighs together, which did not go unnoticed by Paul.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Paul leaned in and kissed Cindy deeply on the mouth. "I love you, sis."

"I love you, too."

"If this works out, you and Mom may drown in cum. I've got the blue balls from hell after this afternoon watching the two of you fondle each other's tits."

"Sorry." She patted Paul on the dick noting that it was semi-erect. "I'll make it up to you either way."

"If Mom doesn't throw us out of the house or lock one of us in our room for life."

"You are not building my confidence."

"Come on. Let's do this before we chicken out."

The twins walked into the house finding their mother in the kitchen. Paul kissed his Mom on top of her head and said, "Hey, Mom."

"Hi, guys. Have fun at the lake?"

Cindy said, "Yeah, it was nice. It wasn't too busy on the beach."

Paul saw that his mom was stirring cake batter and he stuck his finger into the bowl and licked the batter off. "Stop that." She slapped his hand. "I don't want your dirty fingers in my cake batter."

Paul smiled and slapped his mother on her round bottom. He'd never done that before and was surprised at how firm it was.

"Ow!" She tried to slap him again but he dipped his finger back into the batter and ran away. Cindy howled watching the show.

Angie rubbed the spot where Paul had slapped her and said, "That really hurt."

Paul asked, "Should I kiss it and make it better?"

"Yes. You may kiss my ass."

Cindy howled again. "You two are too funny."

Still rubbing the spot where Paul had smacked her, Angie smiled and said, "I remember when your dad used to slap me on the butt all the time."

Paul walked up behind his mother and slipped his arms around her waist and hugged her to him. "Sorry, Mom. Truce?" He "accidentally" allow his hands to brush the bottom of her breasts.

Angie was surprised at how strong his hands were on her abdomen and thought she felt his penis pressed against her stinging bottom when he hugged her. Get a hold of yourself, woman. That's your son you're thinking about. "Yeah. Truce."





Paul pulled his mom closer to him making certain that the bulge in his swim trunks was pressed against her ass. "Mom, I'll slap your butt anytime you want. Dad's crazy for not touching that beautiful butt every chance he gets."

Angie spun around in his arm and stared intently into his eyes, not quite sure what he meant by that.

To break the tension in the room, Cindy asked, "Where's Dad anyway?"

"He and his buddies went out to play a late round of golf and then they're going to have dinner and catch the game at a sports bar downtown." She turned around and looked at Cindy. "I think they just want to ogle the barmaids with their low cut tank top shirts and their push-up bras." She returned to stirring her cake batter. "I told your Dad he could sleep on the couch tonight if he refuses to use his CPAP. I'm sleeping in my own bed."

"Good for you, Mom!"

Paul announced, "I'm going to go wash the lake smell off." He turned to Cindy. "Sis, you want to save water like we did when we were little? I'll wash your hair."

Angie laughed, but Cindy surprised her by saying, "Sure, but only because you're washing my hair."

Angie looked from Cindy to Paul and then back at Cindy. "You two aren't serious, are you?"

Cindy said to Paul, "Save me some hot water."

Paul ran up the stairs and Angie waited until she heard the shower running. "Have you had a chance to speak to brother yet?"

"No. Not yet." Cindy sighed like she really didn't want to do it. "I thought I might this evening. Maybe I'll do it after I get out of the shower. We had a good time at the beach, and, as you can see, Paul is in a good mood. Obviously, it wasn't an appropriate conversation with Wendy around."

"Good point."

Cindy got up from the table and headed upstairs. She grabbed a T-shirt from her room and walked into the bathroom she shared with Paul. He was still in the shower, so she stripped off her clothes and climbed in with him. Paul smiled and immediately starting lathering his twin, spending a lot of time with his hand rubbing the crack of her ass. He started getting an erection. Cindy started to stroke his cock, but Paul said, "Let's not waste this bad boy."

"Right. Get out and let me wash my hair, unless you were serious."

Paul reached over, grabbed the shampoo bottle and started washing her hair. He knew how much she enjoyed having her hair washed. As Cindy was rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, she said, "I'll come to your room as soon as I'm done."

Paul jumped out of the shower, dried himself off, and headed to his room with the towel around his waist. He put on a pair of boxer shorts and jumped onto his bed, his head propped up on his pillows. A few minutes later, Cindy came in wearing the T-shirt. Paul could see her nipples straining against the too tight white shirt. He could also see the bottom of her butt cheeks and saw that she wasn't wearing panties.

Cindy partially closed his bedroom door ensuring that it didn't close completely with a 2-inch or so crack. She jumped up on the bed next to Paul and sat with her legs crossed right next to him. "We need to get you hard, but I don't want you too excited. If you cum, it will ruin everything." She pulled his boxer shorts down to about mid-thigh. She slowly began to work her hand up and down his already semi-erect cock careful to avoid the most sensitive part underneath his corona.

Paul teased his sister. "Worst hand job ever."

"I'd be happy to let you do it yourself."

"What I meant to say is, great job, sis."

"I thought so. So, what's the play here?"

"When Mom comes up...IF Mom comes up, we'll pretend that you are teaching me how to masturbate. We'll just play it by ear from there."

After about 20 minutes they were about to give up on Angie coming upstairs. "Do you just want me to finish you off?"

"Wait. Did you hear that?" They both heard the unmistakably sound of feet climbing the stairs.

Paul looked at Cindy and whispered, "It's not too late to back out."

Cindy whispered, "Let's do this." She then said much louder. "Like this. Up and down. Does that feel good?"

Cindy heard Angie gasp and Paul looked toward the door and saw his mother with her hand over her mouth. Angie was just staring, apparently in shock.

Paul went for broke. "Look, Mom. Cindy's teaching me to masturbate."

Angie pushed the door open and found her voice. "Cindy! I told you to talk to him, not...not...not to...do that!"

Cindy kept stroking Paul's cock and said, "Mom, it was worse than we thought. He didn't even know how to jerk off."

"But." She looked at her son's beautiful erect penis. His abdomen was flat and she noted that he had shaved all of his pubic hair off. She'd heard the kids today do that, but she was surprised that he had done it. She did note that his flat abdomen and lack of pubic hair made his penis look large. It was nice and thick as well and she wondered how it would feel in her very neglected vagina. She realized suddenly she was actually considering how her son's dick would feel inside of her. "But, you two should not be doing that!"

Paul protested. "But, it feels so good."

"I bet it does, but it's not something that a brother and sister should be doing."

Cindy was the voice of reason. "Well, Mom. I could stop, but that would be a little mean, don't you think?"

Angie just stood there watching her twins. Cindy was slowly stroking her hands up and down his beautiful cock. She was jealous. Honestly, I'd rather just climb up on that pole and ride it until I am sore. It was as if Cindy could read her mother's mind. "Come on, Mom. Don't just stand there watching. Come and help me."

"I couldn't."

"Yes you can."

Angie took a step closer to the bed. "I really shouldn't. I should demand you two stop this."

"Mom. It's already too late. Are you just going to stand there and watch your son cum? Get over here."

Angie laid on the bed on the other side of Paul. She reached her hand out. It was trembling. She touched Paul's cock and felt the heat and the unmistakable soft, but firm feeling of an erect penis. It had been quite some time since she'd had a cock in her hand. On the rare occasions that she and her husband did have sex, he just shoved it in her, grunted and humped until he came, and then rolled over and started snoring almost immediately. She began to run her fingers up and down the shaft. She lingered at the corona and rubbed her thumb on the extra sensitive underside. Paul moaned. "Mom, wow."

"You really need some sort of lubrication to do this right. She looked around the room and, of course, Paul had no lotion or other lubrication in his room.

Cindy said, "Just use spit." But, instead of spitting on his dick or in her hand, she slid her mouth over his cock and swallowed it until it reached the back of her throat.

Paul moaned loudly. "Oh, God, that feels amazing!"

"Cindy!"

Cindy kept working her mouth up and down his shaft ignoring her mother's complaint. After about 30 seconds of sucking on her brother's cock in front of their mother, she let it slide out of her mouth with a loud pop. "Sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to hog it. Your turn." She pointed Paul's cock at her mother's face.

Angie looked at the cock, obviously trying to decide. She then moved her mouth toward her son and slipped his cock into her mouth. Paul immediately noted that his mother's lips were fuller than Cindy's and her mouth somehow felt different. It should not have surprised him given that Wendy's blowjobs were different from Cindy's. It was probably just the excitement of the fulfillment of having his mother and sister sucking his dick at the same time.

Paul felt his mother move her mouth up and down his cock, using the flat part of her tongue to stimulate the underside of the corona. "Wow, Mom. You're good at this."

Angie smiled at her son and said, "This isn't my first rodeo, you know?" She then hopped up on both knees into a kneeling position to get her head higher. She slid his cock back into her mouth and pushed it down until the tip touched her throat. She then kept pushing and allowed his cock to slide into her throat and pushed down until her lips and nose touched his abdomen. She kept him deep in her throat and milked his cock with her throat by swallowing repeatedly.

Cindy's eyes were wide. "Holy shit, Mom."

Paul moaned, "Fuck that feels good." He put his hands on the back of her head.

Angie brought her head up and let his cock slip out of her mouth. She took a couple of deep breaths and Cindy could see tears forming in her eyes. Angie smiled and said, "What? You think I've never sucked a dick before? I've got mad skills honed over years of sucking cock."

Paul and Cindy had never thought of their mother as a sexual being and the surprise showed on their faces. Angie looked from one twin to the other. "Your Mom was kind of a slut in college. I discovered in high school I loved the taste of semen, and well, a blowjob is the easiest way to get it."

Cindy said, "Mom!" She then whispered, "Fuck, me."

Angie focused her attention back on Paul's dick and swallowed it again pushing it far back into her throat. Paul was in ecstasy, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

Cindy asked, "How do you do that?"

"Practice. You just have to learn to suppress your gag reflex. Want to try?" Now it was Angie's turn to point Paul's cock at her daughter.

Cindy jumped up on her knees like her mother, and Angie noted that Paul reached out and cupped her bare bottom with his right hand. She also noted that Cindy jumped a little and she suspected that Paul may have slipped his finger into her pussy...or her asshole. Before she could think about this any further, Cindy slipped Paul's dick into her mouth and pressed her head down.

Angie said, "Push him back to the edge of your throat, but not so far that you gag."

Cindy did as instructed.

"Now, breathe through your nose and swallow while pushing him in deeper."

Cindy took a few breaths and swallowed, pushing Paul's dick deeper into her throat. Just as she felt it begin to enter her throat she started to gag. She pulled him back out, her eyes full of tears.

"That's it. You need to keep practicing."

Cindy repeated the step several more times, getting him a little deeper each time. She completely forgot that his erect penis was connected to her brother and she was actually a little surprised when she heard his masculine voice say, "Give Mom a turn."

Cindy reluctantly let his cock slip out of her mouth, but she knew that Paul wanted to cum in their mother's mouth to seal the deal.

Angie slid Paul's cock back into her mouth and immediately pushed him into the back of her throat. Paul reached out and cupped one of his mother's large tits in his left hand. She was surprised by his boldness, but she wasn't offended. It felt good to have a man touching her like that. She surprised herself when she sat up and pulled her shirt up and over her head leaving her in a bra above the waist. She leaned forward and slipped Paul back into her mouth. Paul felt his mother's tit through the fabric of her bra and wished she'd taken it off too. He looked at Cindy and motioned for her to take off her T-shirt. Cindy understood and soon was completely naked next to Paul. Angie looked up and saw Cindy naked. Paul's other hand was softly stroking one of Cindy's perky tits.

Angie stopped sucking on Paul's dick and leaned up. She stared at Cindy and then down at Paul. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. As she allowed the bra to slide forward on her arms, her large breast spilled forward.

Cindy said, "Mom. Your boobs are beautiful."

Angie smiled and said, "Yeah, they're pretty good for an old woman."

Cindy said, "There's almost no sag at all." Cindy reached over Paul and for only the second time in her life, she touched another woman's breasts. She lifted them and felt how heavy they were. "They're so heavy." She looked down at Paul and said, "They're even bigger and heavier than Wendy's tits." Cindy immediately realized what she had said and looked up at her mother's face. "Oops."

Angie raised an eyebrow.

Cindy said rather demurely, "I think I may like girls too."

Angie smiled and said, "Me too."

"Mom!" Cindy's eyes were wide. "You're full of surprises today." Cindy stared at her mother's breasts. "Can I suck on them?"

"That would be nice."

Cindy leaned forward and sucked one of her mother's nipples into her mouth. Angie said, "That feels so good, sweetie." Angie began to stroke Paul's dick with her hand while Cindy continued to suck her tit. She also noted that Paul was now stroking his sister pussy, stroking it like he'd done it before. I think I'm being played here.

"Mom, can you please finish me off?"

"Sure, honey."

Angie sucked Paul into her mouth and began to work his cock up and down quickly, focusing mainly on the corona. She tasted pre-cum and noticed Paul's breathing start to shorten and speed up. Angie looked at Cindy and asked, "Does he usually cum in your mouth or what?"

Cindy was shocked by the question and looked at Paul and then back at her mother. "Uh. In my mouth."

"Do you swallow?"

"Yes."

Angie was actually impressed and it showed on her face. She nodded her head and continued to suck her son's cock. She let his cock slide from her lips momentarily and said, "Baby, cum in Mommy's mouth." She sucked him back into her mouth and let his cock slide past her throat. She felt his cock swell in her mouth and Paul placed his hands on the back of her head.

"Mom! I'm going to cum!" Paul exploded into his mother's mouth in a huge orgasm, sending massive amounts of cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop like a pro.

When she was done she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at the twins. "That was quite the load!." Angie swallowed again. "So, do you two fuck?"

They both said in unison, "NO!"

She looked at each one of them in the eyes for a long moment and then said, "Okay." She then asked, "How often do you two do this sort of thing?"

Paul answered. "Every night. It helps me sleep."

"Okay. And, Wendy. I assume if Cindy is playing with her tits then she is not as naïve as she appears to be?"

Paul lowered his eyes. Angie looked at her naked daughter and she just pointed back at Paul.

"Do you two fuck?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do you use protection?"

"She's on the pill, Mom."

"Don't give me that shit! There is no way her parents have allowed her to go on the pill."

"Her parents don't know. Her aunt...uh, her mother's younger sister...helped her get a prescription last summer when Wendy spent a month with her."

Angie looked at Paul and then turned to Cindy. "You know, I should be very angry at the two of you for playing me this way. But, considering I'm sitting her with my two naked children and I'm half naked, not to mention that I just swallowed my son's load, it's awfully hard to be holier than thou."

The twins squirmed a bit.

Angie turned to Paul. "Do you eat pussy?"

The bluntness of the question and hearing his mother speak that way surprised him. "I most certainly do. Do you want to see me make Cindy cum with my mouth?"

"No. I want to see you make ME come with your mouth. After all, I just made you cum with my mouth." Angie started to wiggle out of her jeans. "And, I assume this little stunt was not just done to see if you could get me to blow you once." She looked at Paul. "Are you expecting me to blow you every night after Cindy heads off to college?" Angie threw her jeans onto the floor on top of her shirt and bra.

"Well, yeah, I kinda hoped I could talk you into that."

"Hmm. That's a lot to ask, don't you think? I'm to blow you and swallow your load every night. And what payment will I get in return?"

Paul grabbed his mother by the shoulders, flipped her around and laid her on the bed. "Let me show you!" He reached down to the elastic of her panties and quickly pulled them off of her, discarding them into the pile of clothes on the floor.

Angie spread her legs for her son. She had a thick but neatly trimmed bush of dark pubic hair surrounding her vagina. Her pussy was swollen with excitement and the puffy lips were evident even through her pubic hair. Paul immediately put his face close to her pussy and smelled the musky vagina scent mixed with the smell of sweat. If he had been inexperienced, that might have put him off, but instead he reached up and parted his mother's labia with his tongue. He noted that she had a very large clitoris that was already sticking out from underneath its hood. "Looks like you're all ready to go!" he mumbled into her pussy. He used his tongue to swipe up and over her clit, and then sucked it into his mouth like a tiny little penis.

Angie's response was a loud moan followed with, "Yeah, just like that." She drew her legs up into the air, bent at her knees, her toes pointed.

Not to be left out, Cindy cupped her mother's breasts and ran her hand along her stomach and back up to her tits, pinching and pulling on her large rubbery nipples. She leaned over and slipped her tongue into her mother's mouth. It was weird kissing someone without feeling facial hair stabbing her lips and cheeks. She'd never kissed another woman, but decided immediately that she liked it. Angie responded with her own tongue darting around inside her daughter's mouth. Angie reached out and found Cindy's smooth pussy with a free hand, rubbing her thumb across her daughter's clit.

Angie's breathing was starting to shorten to panting as she approached an orgasm. "I'm going to cum! Yes. Yes. Make Mommy cum! Oh. Oh. Oh! OH! Yesssssssss!" Angie pressed her feet into the mattress and arched her back. Paul had to chase her with his mouth. She closed her legs on his head and he couldn't breathe for several seconds. She then pushed his head away and rolled over onto her side. "Too much!"

The three of them cuddled in Paul's bed for a long time without speaking, each lost in his or her own thoughts listening to the breathing of the other two. Hands were gently caressing one another. Angie spoke first. "Well, that was certainly a pleasant surprise. I haven't cum that hard in a very long time." She reached over and kissed Paul gently on the lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"It goes without saying that no one, not even your Dad, can ever know about this."

The twins agreed.

"Paul, you can cum in my mouth as often as you'd like if you make your mother cum like that occasionally." Angie scooted off the bed, scooped up her clothes with an exaggerated bend at the waist. She looked back at Paul and said, "Your sister has not cum yet," and walked out of Paul's bedroom without another word.

Paul admired her shapely big butt as she walked away and wondered if his mother would let him fuck her. He pulled Cindy closer to him and said, "Well, that couldn't have gone better." He started to worry one of her nipples with his thumb as his other hand slid down to her crack of her ass.

Part V.

Cindy's cell phone pinged at 6:30 Monday morning as she was getting dressed for school. It was finals week, and all the seniors were excited that they'd soon be real adults, heading off to university or jobs.

Wendy: Can I ride to ur house after school to do that thing?

It was early and Cindy hadn't had her coffee yet. What thing? She then remembered that she had offered to help Wendy trim her pubic hair and Wendy was being vague in case her parents read her text messages.

Cindy: Sure J

At 7:15 Cindy slid into the front seat of Paul's car. "Your girlfriend is riding home with us this afternoon. She's coming over to play with me after school."





Paul looked over at Cindy with a raised eyebrow. "She's technically not my girlfriend." He smiled and continued, "You two really hit it off yesterday, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I really like her."

Paul looked over at Cindy again. "You want to fuck her, don't you?"

Cindy grinned like the cat who'd eaten the canary. "Maybe."

Paul reached over and stroked Cindy's bare leg just above her knee where the hem of her conservative school uniform skirt ended. "Can I watch?"

"Maybe."

Paul smiled and pulled into the school parking lot.

~~~

When the three teenagers entered the house through the kitchen door, they found Angie putting away groceries. "Hi, Mom."

Angie turned and was surprised to see Wendy. "Wendy. What a pleasant surprise. How are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm fine, Mrs. Stewart. How are you?"

"Great, thank you." Angie turned to the twins. "How did final exams go today?"

Cindy said, "Great, Mom. I'll be getting out of your hair soon and off to State U!" Cindy turned to Wendy. "Ready?" She then said, "Mom, Wendy and I are going upstairs." With that, the two girls shot upstairs, their uniform skirts flapping in their wake.

Paul looked at his mom. "I guess I'm not invited." Paul smiled and asked, "What you got to eat in this house?"

Angie looked exasperated as she motioned to all of the bags of groceries laying around the kitchen counters. "You are insatiable!"

Paul winked at his mother and said, "In more ways than one."

Angie glanced in the direction of the stairs and said, "Not with Wendy in the house young man."

~~~

Cindy grabbed a couple of towels from her bathroom and led Wendy into her bedroom, closing the door behind them. She unfolded one of the towels onto her bed and said, "Get your skirt and panties off and sit on that towel." While Wendy was undressing, Cindy retrieved a pair of scissors from her dresser. When she turned around, Wendy was standing next to the bed, her dark thick bush on display. "Wow! You do have a lot of hair down there."

Wendy was a bit embarrassed. "I told you so." She turned to look at herself in the mirror. "I really hate the way it looks."

"We'll get you fixed up in no time. Sit down."

Wendy sat on the towel and spread her legs. Cindy couldn't even see her vulva through the mat of dark hair.

"Lie back and put your feet up on the bed like you're in syrups at the doctor's office." When Wendy complied, Cindy said, "There you go. Now I can see." Cindy took the scissors and trimmed some of the hair along the edge near her legs. After a few minutes Cindy said, "Hold on and let me get a mirror for you."

Wendy looked in the hand mirror admiring Cindy's work. "Well, it looks better, but it's still pretty thick down there."

"I can do more. I'm just trying to make sure you don't get in trouble."

Wendy said, "I know. Thanks." She looked at her vagina in the mirror and said, "Fuck it. It's my body and I'm an adult, right?"

Cindy stared at Wendy's pussy for a few seconds and said, "I've got an idea. My Mom doesn't shave either, but her pubic hair is trimmed nicely. I could ask her how she does it if you don't mind."

Wendy seemed surprised and asked, "How do you know what your Mom's pubic hair looks like?"

Cindy said, "Our family is not nearly as uptight as yours. Mom's seen me naked and I've see her naked."

"Wow. Well, you're right. That would never ever happen in my family."

"Well, should I get her up here?"

Wendy looked doubtful but surprised Cindy when she said, "Sure. Why not?"

Wendy stuck her head out of her bedroom door and yelled, "Mom! Can you come up here please?"

A few seconds later there was a knock on the door. Cindy threw a towel over Wendy's lap and said, "Come in."

Angie walked in the room and closed the door behind her. "You bellowed?"

"Mom, this is kind of weird. Yesterday when we were at the beach I noticed that Wendy had some pubic hair sticking out around her suit." Cindy turned and looked at Wendy as she thought to herself, be kind talking about her parents. "Wendy's Dad is very conservative in his views and he feels that woman should not shave their pubic hair. Wendy does what he asks." Now Angie turned to look at Wendy, a little sadness in her expression. "So, I offered to help her trim up a little, but even after I trimmed quite a bit of hair, it still doesn't look very nice. I told Wendy that you don't shave your pubic hair, but it is nice and trimmed. Would you help us?"

Angie looked at Wendy. "Wendy, is this what you want?"

"Yes, ma'am. If you don't mind helping. I know it's weird and gross."

"Of course I don't mind. And, its neither weird nor gross." Angie left the bedroom and returned about a minute later with an electric hair trimmer in one hand and a small black bag in the other. She dumped the small bag on the bed next to Wendy and the girls saw that they were length guides. She said to Wendy, "What length do you want?"

Wendy looked baffled. She picked one up and it read, '1 ½'." She rooted through all the guides and then said, "I have no idea. What do you use?"

"I use ¼-inch." Angie reached down and picked up that guide and snapped it on the trimmer. She handed the trimmer to Wendy and asked, "How does that look?"

Wendy looked at the trimmer and handed it back to Angie. "I just don't know."

Cindy spoke up. "Mom, let Wendy see what ¼-inch will look like."

Angie looked at Cindy and then at Wendy. Without a word, she undid the snap on her blue jeans and slid them off onto the floor. She pulled her panties down to her knees and stood in front of the girls. "It's been about a week since I trimmed, so this is a little longer than ¼-inch."

Wendy said, "Well, that looks nice, but I'm still not too sure."

Angie said, "I tell you what. Let's start with ½-inch and then if you want to go shorter, we can do that."

Wendy smiled and laid back on the bed. "Sounds good to me." She lifted her feet onto the bed and spread her legs.

Angie pulled her panties up and then lifted the towel off of Wendy's lap. "Oh, my. You do have a lot of pubic hair."

Wendy heard the clippers start humming and felt the guide touch her belly above her vulva. Angie very carefully began to trim. The vibrations of the trimmer along with the naughtiness of having Cindy and her mother staring and her vagina excited Wendy.

Angie said, "Yeah, I enjoy trimming myself, too."

Wendy blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. It feels good." Angie used her fingers to move her labia to one side and worked along the lower part of Wendy's vagina. She then moved the labia to the other side, and worked on the opposite side. Angie "accidentally" let her fingers slip up and along Wendy's clitoris. She removed the guide and used the trimmer to even up the edges of her bush. She also lowered it a tad saying, "Now you can wear a two piece suit if you'd like." She brushed the loose hair off of Wendy's legs and belly. She blew on Wendy's vagina to remove more loose hair knowing very well the effect it would have on the teenager. "Hand me the mirror." She held the mirror for Wendy and said, "Much better."

Wendy looked at the mirror and really liked what she saw. For the first time since going through puberty she thought her vagina looked feminine.

"Do you want to stay at ½-inch or go shorter?"

Wendy said, "Let's stay here. Maybe next time we'll go shorter."

"Sounds good. You're going to want to take a shower or you're going to itch until you do."

Cindy said, "Our bathroom is across the hall. Clean towels are in the closet." Wendy wrapped a towel around her waist and headed out the door.

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome." Angie stepped out of the bedroom and arrived a few seconds later with a handheld vacuum cleaner. She cleaned up the trimmed pubic hair. When she was done she turned to Cindy and said, "Wendy is really beautiful, isn't she?

"Yeah, she is stunning. And, you should see her boobs."

"Trust me, sweetheart, I'd love to see them...and feel them."

"Mom!"

"I told you yesterday that I liked girls, too."

"Yeah. I know. But I'm still trying to get used to this openness thing we have now."

Angie lowered her eyes and asked, "May I ask you a question?" Without waiting for an answer she continued. "Would it shock you too much if I seduced Wendy? I mean, right now? In front of you? In your room?"

Cindy's mouth literally fell open. For the first time in quite a while she was speechless.

Angie continued. "I can tell that Wendy is horny as hell right now and I think she wants this too."

"Mom, let me ask you a question."

"Fair enough."

"Do you and Dad fuck anymore?"

"Not very often I'm afraid." They both looked at the door as they heard the shower being turned off."

"Are you horny all the time?"

"Pretty much."

"Are you going to divorce Dad?"

Before she could answer Wendy came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her from above her chest. She was using a second towel to dry her hair.

"Wow, that felt good!" She stopped sensing something had changed. "What?" She looked from Cindy to Angie and back.

Angie smiled broadly at Wendy. "Let's see how it looks!"

Without thinking about it, Wendy unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the floor. She was standing naked between the two women. She was stunningly beautiful.

Angie said, "Awe, sweetie, it looks great." Angie fell to her knees in front of Wendy and brushed her pussy with her hand "accidentally" allowing her fingers to tease Wendy's clit several times. Angie looked into Wendy's face and saw that she had her eyes closed and her head thrown back, clearly enjoying the sensations of having a woman touch her most private area.

Angie looked at Cindy and raised her eyebrows. Cindy smiled and nodded her head very slightly giving her mother the go ahead to seduce Wendy. Angie spoke. "Wendy, have you ever been with a woman before."

"No, ma'am."

"Are you interested in being with a woman?"

"Yes, ma'am." Her voice cracked with excitement.

"Are you interested in being with two women?"

Wendy didn't open her eyes but smiled broadly and said, "Right now I am."

Angie bent forward and gently kissed Wendy on the vagina. Wendy moaned and said, "That feels really nice." Angie kissed her several more times around her vagina, running her hands up and down Wendy's strong athletic legs and cupping her big, firm ass. Angie ran her hands up Wendy's flat belly and cupped each heavy breast, teasing her nipples with her fingers. Cindy saw her Mom's tongue dart out of her mouth and touch her friend's clit. Wendy moaned loudly.

Angie's voice was husky,. "Lay down on the bed."

Cindy had pulled up her own skirt and had her hand down the front of her panties working her own clit with her fingers. It was so hot watching her mother eat another woman's pussy. Her mother apparently wasn't kidding when she said she was a little slut.

Cindy could see that Angie was really working over Wendy's pussy now and Wendy was writhing on the bed in pleasure. Wendy had one hand on the back of Angie's head, here fingers laced through Angie's hair, and the other hand was massaging her own breasts.

Cindy quickly undressed and climbed onto the bed. She massaged Wendy's big, firm breasts, sucking each nipple into her mouth over and over.

Wendy looked up at Cindy. "Come here." Cindy lowered her mouth to Wendy's and sucked her tongue into her mouth. Wendy came up for a breath and said, "Your Mom is going to make me cum so hard!"

Cindy looked down to see her mother buried in Wendy's pussy loudly slurping. "Make her cum, Mom." Angie slid a finger into Wendy's sopping wet pussy and started fucking her while she sucked on her clit.

"Oh! Yes! Oh, fuck! Yes! I'm cumming! Ah!" Wendy grabbed her own breasts and squeezed, rolling from side to side as she came. As she came down she sucked air into her lungs. She smiled at Angie and said, "That was amazing, Mrs. Stewart."

Angie slid her body up the bed to snuggle with Wendy. "Call me Angie, sweetie."

"Thank you, Angie."

"Mom. Why are you still dressed?"

Angie sat up and pulled her shirt up and over her head. Cindy quickly unhooked her mother's bra and said to Wendy, "Get a good look at these beauties."

"Cindy!"

"Mom, they're beautiful."

Wendy agreed. "They are beautiful."

Cindy pushed her mother down on her back. "I've never eaten pussy before. Wendy?"

Wendy looked confused. "What?'

"Have you eaten pussy before?"

"No."

Cindy pulled her mother's panties off and leaned her face close to her mound. She inhaled the sharp musty smell. "Mom, may I lick your pussy." Without waiting for an answer she licked her mother from her asshole up over her labia ending when she felt her mother's large, erect clit. She sucked her clit into her mouth and rubbed her tongue across the tip.

"Hmm. That's it." Angie closed her eyes.

Wendy massaged Angie's tits as she watched Cindy work on her own mother's pussy. She whispered as if to herself, "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Angie said, "Let's reposition so we can all get involved." Angie scooted up the bed until she was propped up on the pillows. She said, "Come lick Mommy's pussy." Cindy crawled up the bed to kneel between her Mom's bent knees. "Now Wendy, get behind Cindy."

Wendy loved the view from behind Cindy, her ass high in the air. She thought, no wonder Paul likes to fuck me when I'm bent over. Wendy sucked her finger to get it wet and placed it on Cindy's asshole. She circled her finger over the sensitive orifice and lowered her mouth to Cindy's twat, tasting another girl's pussy for the first time. She loved the smooth feeling of Cindy's shaved pussy. She pressed her finger into Cindy's ass and slowly fucked her. The room was filled with the sounds of fucking.

Outside Paul stood in the hallway listening to the moaning coming from his sister's bedroom. He had his pants around his ankle and his rock hard cock in his hand slowly pumping. He couldn't decide what to do. His dick told him to burst into the room but his brain told him to wait until he was invited.

Wendy's finger in Cindy's ass felt really good. Of course, Paul had put his finger in her ass hundreds of times, but it somehow felt more feminine with Wendy's finger in her butt. She was contemplating this when her mother grabbed her by her ponytail and ground her pussy into her mouth. "I'm cumming, baby!" Cindy grabbed her mother's legs and held on for the ride as Angie's hips bucked into her face.

When her mother finally released her ponytail, Cindy was aware that Wendy was no longer licking her pussy. She looked over her shoulder at Wendy whose eyes were wide open and she said, "Wow! That was fucking hot."

Angie had a weak smile on her face. "I've cum twice in two days. It's been a while since that happened."

Cindy waggled her ass. "Hey. I haven't cum!"

"Oh. Sorry." Wendy resumed fucking Cindy's ass with her finger and latched onto her clit with her mouth. Angie reached under her daughter and began to work her small, pert breasts.

Cindy moaned, "I'm close." Her legs began to quiver and she fell forward onto her mother's belly, Wendy in pursuit keeping her mouth on her shaved pussy. Cindy grunted and squeezed her legs together tightly. "Too much."

Cindy continued to lay on her mother and Wendy snuggled in next to the two ladies.

Angie spoke first. "That was nice." She sighed and said, "I vote we do this every afternoon from now on."

The girls giggled.

Angie thought aloud. "Do you know how long it's been since I was fucked? I mean, really fucked. Not like a married woman quickie before bed, but a real fucking where I can't walk for a couple of days." She had their attention and they both looked up at her. "You know, the kind of fucking where the man sticks his dick in whatever hole he feels like fucking at that moment? A good old stay in bed all day FUCKING!" Angie lowered her hand to her pussy and began to finger herself lightly, lost in thought. "Maybe you two are too young to know what I'm talking about."

The girls looked at each other and shrugged.

"Yeah, you're too young. But, one of these days some guy is going to really fuck the shit out of you and you're going to know what I'm talking about. Your eyes will roll up in the back of your head and you'll lose control of your legs. You won't be able to stand and he'll continue to fuck you through one orgasm after another. You'll beg for him to stop even as you'll be hoping that he doesn't. And, he won't stop. He'll just fuck you and fuck you. There's really nothing like it." The girls were amazed watching Angie gently finger herself. Wendy laid her head on one of Angie's big breasts.

"I met a guy in college one day on the city bus. It was crowded and he was standing behind me. He pressed his huge cock against my ass. I could feel it throbbing though his jeans. When I looked back at him he just gave me a wan smile. He took my hand and put it on his cock. I didn't resist. It's like he put me in a trance. When we got to his stop...it wasn't even near my apartment...he took me by the hand and led me to his place. I mean, in retrospect he could have been an ax murderer...or worse. Anyway, he had that huge cock down my throat about 30 seconds after we were in his apartment. His roommate watched him fuck my throat and I didn't even care. I swallowed every drop. We fucked all that day and through the night. He fucked my pussy, my ass, my throat. He fucked me until I was sore. I never even knew his name." Angie closed her eyes lost in her daydream, her fingers gently working her swollen clit.

The girls were staring at Angie in amazement.

Angie opened her eyes and looked down into their faces. "I wish I had a cock right now."

Cindy looked at Wendy and they both looked at Angie. Cindy said, "Paul's downstairs. And, seriously, Mom. Paul wants to fuck you in a bad way."

"I know, honey. I see they way he stares at my boobs and butt, but I'm not sure that's such a good idea. I mean, we've already crossed one forbidden boundary."

Wendy looked confused.

Angie sighed and said, "We might as well let you in on all of our dirty little family secrets. I've let Paul cum in my mouth and he's eaten my pussy."

Wendy asked, "Is there anyone in this family who is not fucking each other?"

Angie and Cindy said in unison, "Dad." They both laughed.

Cindy felt like it was important to come clean with Wendy. "Paul has never fucked me, but we do fool around a lot. I blow him pretty much every day and he uses his mouth on me, too. And, yes, Mom, we shower and bathe together...often."

"I see." Some of Cindy's comments were starting to make sense. "But, you want Paul to fuck you?"

"Well, sort of." Cindy looked serious. "I wish Paul wasn't my twin brother so I could fuck him. I mean, his cock is nice."

Wendy agreed. "Yes, and he does know how to use it."

Cindy continued, "It's just that, you know, we haven't crossed that line. Like Mom just said. That last line seems somehow more important."

Wendy thought about that for a few seconds and said, "Well, if you ask my opinion I think you're both crazy. If I was either one of you I'd let Paul fuck the shit out me. I mean, what's the real difference between sucking a cock and fucking a cock. It's all semantics in the end." Wendy laughed at her unintended pun. "In the end. Get it?"

Angie and Cindy smiled.

Angie said, "Cindy, go downstairs and get your brother."

Cindy said in a normal voice, "Paul, get in here."

The door flew open and Paul's raging hard on was apparent to all. He was completely naked.

Angie was perplexed. "How did you know?"

"We're twins, Mom. We always know what the other is thinking."





Angie looked over Cindy, who was still laying on her belly. "Paul, honey. I need you to do a favor for Mommy." She crooked her finger at Paul to summon him into the room. "Fuck your sister."

Cindy jerked her head up and looked into her mother's face. "Mom?"

Angie looked into her daughter's face. "Put your butt up in the air for your brother." Cindy left her face on her mother's belly and lifted her ass into the air, arching her back in the process. She spread her legs wide, her knees planted underneath her. "That's it."

Angie said to Paul. "Fuck the living shit out of her."

Paul needed no further encouragement. He walked to the bed and stood behind his twin. He leaned over and kissed Wendy deeply on the mouth and said, "I love you."

She smiled and said, "I love you, too. And, you better make me a permanent member of this family or I'm going to fucking kill you."

Paul smiled as he pressed the head of his deep red penis against his twin's pussy. He grabbed her on each side of her hips and easily entered her slippery, sopping wet hole. Her pussy was wonderfully tight. Cindy moaned in ecstasy as her darkest dream came true. He bottomed out and stayed there, letting her get used to the fullness. He felt the head of his penis against her cervix. It was an odd feeling. He'd never experienced that with Wendy. She began to move back and forth and he met her thrusts. Soon they were fucking at a furious pace. "I won't last long, sis!"

"Please cum inside me, but wait for me. I'm almost there."

They came in unison in a huge, glorious orgasm.

As Paul pulled his semi-erect cock from her pussy, a flood of cum poured from Cindy's twat. Wendy scooped it up with her finger and put it into her mouth. "Yummy. Cum and pussy juice combined." She began to clean up Cindy's pussy with her mouth.

Cindy moaned again. "This is too fucking much. My brain is going to explode."

Later the four of them lay on Cindy's bed snuggling when they heard a car door slam in the driveway. Paul shouted, "Holy fuck! Dad's home!" The room was a blur of skin and flying clothes as everyone dashed around the room gathering and straightening up.

Epilogue

Angie was sitting at the kitchen table when Paul walked in. He was dressed in his mechanics uniform and he smelled like a man who had been working all day. She looked up from her pile of envelopes and said, "How was work, honey?"

"Good. We finally figured out what was wrong with Mr. Axelrod's car." He kissed her deeply on the mouth, putting his right hand on the back of her head and drawing her face to his. "He had put an aftermarket chip in the computer in an attempt to get better fuel mileage and that screwed up the engine's performance."

Angie had no idea what he was talking about, but she loved that he took control of her and kissed her like a lover instead of a mother. She squeezed her legs together to sooth the tingling in her pussy.

Paul lifted the top off the pot on the stove, smelled the wonderful scent coming from the pot, and said, "What are you doing?"

"Addressing wedding invitations."

"We're still sending one to Dad, right?"

"Of course, baby. We're divorced but he's still your father." She shuffled through the pile of invitations and found the one she was looking for. "See."

Paul looked down and saw his Dad's new mailing address. "Just checking." He started unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm going to take a shower."

The hot water felt good on his sore back muscles. He lathered himself good to wash the day's funk from his skin.

He stepped out of the master bathroom shower and, as expected, he found his mother standing naked next to the bed, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. This is how Paul liked her. After his father had moved out, Paul had moved into the master bedroom with his mother. The agreement was that after the wedding, Wendy and Paul would have the master bedroom and his mother would move into his old bedroom. When Cindy came home for visits from college she would be free to sleep with whomever she wished.

Paul's cock began to swell. His mother was hot and he loved to fuck her. Her large breasts sat nicely above her narrow waist and wide, full hips. Angie stood with her hands to her side, expectantly waiting to see how Paul would take her and which of her holes he wanted. She gave him anything he wanted and he never failed to satisfy her. He was the man of the house now. He walked to her and kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He kneaded her heavy breasts. She willingly complied to his strong hands and found his hard cock with her hand. She felt his full balls and tugged on the skin of his scrotum.

He laid her down on the bed, her head on the pillows. She raised her legs into the air, bent at the knees, toes pointed, giving her son full access to her womb. He impaled her slowly, filling her completely. She drew air in sharply as he filled her. She whispered into his ear, "Fuck Mommy good."

He held her arms above her head and began to pump his rock hard cock into her wet cunt. Her full breasts rocked on her chest, held high by her arms being above her head. "So good." She closed her eyes and focused all of her attention on her clit, allowing him to dominate her. He picked up the pace. She knew from experience that the first fuck was always short and intense, but the second inevitable fucking she would receive would be long, slow, and passionate. She often came during the first fucking but always came several times during the second fucking. She marveled at this 19-year-old's ability to fuck all night if he felt like it. She always felt like being fucked. She knew that her son had plenty of stamina and didn't worry what would happen when Wendy moved in as his wife. There was plenty of cock to go around.

She became aware that the room was flashing yellow and she heard the snow plow go by in the street in front of the house. The pleasure sensations from her pussy clouded her mind, but she was lucid enough to think, maybe we'll get so much snow that Paul won't be able to go to work tomorrow. He will fuck me all day long.

Paul began to increase his pace as his orgasm approached. "I'm going to cum, Mom."

"Cum for Mommy, baby." She clamped down to increase the pleasure for both of them. She felt his penis swell at that moment just before he came. He grunted and his rhythm became erratic. He stopped and breathed deeply, rolling to her side. She turned on her side, her full butt against his semi-erect cock, his semen running down her leg. He spooned with her and slowly worried her nipples as they hardened to his touch. She lay next to her man, enjoying the sensations.

After about 10 minutes he rolled over, opened the drawer of his nightstand, and pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly.

Hmm, she thought to herself. She put her ass high in the air, assuming the position. Her assgasms were always strong.





