"Deeper!" she cried. "Ohhhh, baby, you're about to make me come!"
Frank rammed his tongue in and out, breathing hard. He heard his mother gasping that she was about to come. He darted a hand under her body, clutching one of her swollen tits. He squeezed her cunt, his tongue diving and thrusting into her burning asshole. If he could make her come, that would please him as much as her.
"Now!" Linda screamed.
As her cunt contracted, her asshole grabbed at his tongue. Frank could have pulled his tongue from her ass when it throbbed tightly, but he rammed it as deep as he could, feeling the sucking of it while his mother came in wave after wave of squealing ecstasy. The way his mother's asshole gripped his tongue, Frank wondered what it would feel like around his cock.
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda was still pissed off at her brother. Not as much as she was, but still quite angry.
If she had not caught Brett up to his old tricks, she would not have fucked Frank, so in one way she was grateful to him. She would have gone on doing without, being frustrated. She would never have gone to her son with such heat, fucked him so frantically, and she would never have known such gratification.
And, she thought with a smile, she would never have known what it felt like to be tonguefucked in her asshole.
The only reason she was still angry with her brother was because he had used her son for his jack-off games. She didn't much care if her niece, Peggy, did such things, but Linda felt it was up to her when it came to Frank. Peggy apparently enjoyed the games with her father, in any event. On one hand, she wanted to talk to her brother about it, but on the other she was afraid it would open up some of their old games, and she was unwilling to allow herself to renew them. She didn't know if she wanted to play those silly games with her brother anymore. After all, they were adults now.
She bathed, using her favorite scents. Linda kept herself scrupulously clean, and often bathed twice a day. She enjoyed keeping her body in excellent shape. She loved to be clean and smell fresh. After bathing, she dressed in a light sweater and wraparound skirt, sliding her feet into leather sandals. She had decided to talk to her brother, to let him know she didn't want Frank used that way.
Seeing his car in the drive, Linda went out the back door and across the strip of lawn separating the two houses. She knocked at his back door, and then entered before her brother could call out. He was sitting at the dining table, drinking coffee. He looked as if he had just gotten out of bed. Linda found a cup and poured herself coffee, then sat across from him.
"You're still as lazy as ever, aren't you?" she said. "How can you sleep until noon?"
"Easy," he chuckled.
"It's not right for Peggy to get herself breakfast and off to school alone. You make a lousy mother, you know."
"Maybe that's because I don't have a cunt," he replied.
He didn't shock Linda. Nothing Brett did shocked her. She was used, to him.
"You're nasty, do you know that?" she said, sipping her coffee. "What does a cunt have to do with being a mother?"
"All mothers have a cunt, don't they?" he said. "Since I don't, I can't be a mother."
"I don't have a pair of balls," she said, "but I'm doing a pretty good job of being a substitute father for Frank."
"You only think you are, Linda," he said. "Maybe you don't know it, but you're trying to grow a pair of balls. Why don't give that kid a little more space?"
Linda arched her eyebrows. "Why? So you can have him over here for your little games?"
"You know about that, huh?" Brett asked, but there was no anger or embarrassment on his face.
"You'll never change, Brett," she replied. "You like your little games too much."
"They're my games, aren't they?" he said. "Who am I hurting?"
Linda didn't say anything for a moment. She sipped her coffee, finishing it. Brett was wearing his robe, and she knew he was naked under it. He was always naked under his robe. For a moment she allowed herself to remember him standing before her, jacking off, spraying her feet with hot come-juice.
"What's the matter, Linda?" Brett asked after a moment. "Are you jealous? Do you want your son for yourself?"
"Like I said, you're nasty."
"Probably." He grinned at her. "Hey, come on, Linda. What the hell? The kids enjoy it. Peggy goes wild for it, and where else would Frank find himself such en eager little girl?"
"What makes you think he wants an eager girl?"
"All boys want an eager girl," he said. "Remember how it was with us?"
"I try to forget," she said, making a face. "Linda, stop pretending," he said. "You used to love the hell out of it. You'd get turned on like crazy, and you can't deny it. It was there, remember? I've seen you so turned-on you'd fuck a Goddamn dog if we'd had one. I know you, Sis. You say you don't want Frank here doing things, but you don't really mind. Look at it this way. Frank gets himself a little pussy, Peggy is satisfied, and I'm happy."
"Then you plan to get them fucking, do you?"
"Sure," he said. "They're ready for it. Linda, you should see how Peggy squirms and twists her little ass when Frank has his hand down her panties. She goes around here wiggling her cute little ass, teasing. She's ready for it."
"Why don't you let nature run its course?"
"Sometimes nature needs a little help."
"With your cock, I suppose?"
"Why the hell not?" he said. "Peggy enjoys watching me as much as you did. She's not bashful about showing it off, either. I can show Peggy my hard-on and her little panties become wet."
"Maybe Peggy wants more than show."
"If she does, Frank can fuck her."
"You're saying you won't fuck her?" Linda asked. "Come on, Brett! You'll fuck her sooner or later. We both know that."
"I didn't fuck you, did I?"
"Well, no, but…"
Brett stood up, and slowly opened his robe. Linda felt it was time to leave, yet she sat there, watching him, her eyes following his hands. When he opened his robe, she gazed at his cock and balls, remembering them. She ran her tongue over her lips, her breathing quickening. She couldn't take her eyes from them as her brother walked around the table until he stood before her, about two feet away. As she looked, she saw his cock lift slowly. His balls were big, very hairy, and there was a thick patch of wiry hair at the base of his cock. She felt her cunt responding, starting to throb and become moist. She remembered she had not put panties on, and hoped the back of her skirt wouldn't get wet. She ran her tongue over her lips, gazing as her brother's cock swelled, turning stiff. He stood with his robe parted, looking down at her, his eyes glowing.
When Brett slipped her sweater up, exposing her tits, Linda sat still, not protesting, not resisting. She wasn't afraid, but she was beginning to feel excitement. Her nipples throbbed with hardness as he pulled her sweater to her chin.
"You've always had beautiful tits, Linda," he said, "but they're more beautiful now than when you were a teenager."
Brett cupped his sister's tits, and Linda gasped softly. As he manipulated her tits, she remembered he had seldom touched her in those long gone days. His hands were big, but still failed to cup her tits completely. While he fondled her naked tits, Linda's eyes remained on his cock. It was long, very long, and thick. His cockhead was smooth now, quite swollen. She watched his piss-hole, seeing juices dripping from it. She held her breath as her brother moved toward her.
"We never did really play with each other," he said in a soft voice.