In the bedroom, Karen's head was hanging, and her shoulders were defensively hunched as her mother scolded her, telling her how filthy-minded she was, and wasn't she ashamed of herself for doing such a dirty thing. The girl's hands were folded over her nightie, unconsciously pressing the mound of her dripping cunny.
Laura sat on the bed and looked uncertainly at her daughter. She wasn't sure how to handle such a situation, but had to try.
Trembling with shame and fear, Karen raised her nightie to her hips and stood there, overwhelmed by embarrassment. Laura averted her eyes from her girl's tangled, wet pubic curls. Slowly, Karen lowered herself onto her mother's lap, something she hadn't done in years. Her inverted position was not only physically and psychologically uncomfortable, but Laura had interrupted the girl's orgasm, and now her steamy pussy was pressed against her mother's robe-covered thighs.
Laura stared at her daughter's plump white asscheeks as they tightened in preparation for the spanking. Their dark division reminded her suddenly of Bridget's gorgeous ass, and she swallowed hard, uncomfortably aware of her own rising lust. She took a deep breath and began to spank Karen's soft, springy cheeks.
"Oow!" Karen cried, jerking her hips.
The girl's exposed, wriggling butt jiggled tautly with each lusty smack, and Karen squealed with pain and kicked her legs in a frantic attempt to save herself.
Laura bit her lip as her palm connected again and again with her daughter's naked curved ass, alternating from one silken cheek to the other. Watching the lovely, reddened butt jiggling so that the soft, tender mounds wobbled against each other was turning her on just as handling the nurse's had!
Her face flushed as she realized that her own daughter's bare body was arousing her. It was a horrible thought, but as she stared at the base of Karen's trembling ass, at the barely mature pussy with its delicate pink inner folds showing between the hairy outer lips, she wondered if all that squirming was due to the spanking. Could Karen be rubbing herself off on her wrinkled robe?
She bent her face a little nearer and smelled her daughter's sweet, steamy snatch. Her own newly awakened cunt throbbed with need, but she repressed the unwanted and, she told herself angrily, unhealthy perverted excitement.
Unknown to the two excited females, Dan was peering through the window from behind some bushes, his gaze riveted on the teenager's hot, bouncing ass. He smiled wryly as her gleaming, tight pussy stared back at him, the tiny, virgin hole like a wrinkled red eye. It looked so fresh, so succulent. Unconsciously, he squeezed the growing bulge in the front of his pants, determined to make his move soon.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next few days were almost a living hell for Laura. Her life was now one long struggle to control her wayward cunt. She burned and itched down there constantly, and had to finger herself three or four times a day. She was constantly in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with her long legs spread and bunching herself against her stiffened fingers. Or standing in the shower, soaping the loose folds of her cunt with enthusiasm – and a large bar of soap – while the strong spray stung her hard nipples. Sometimes she came while doing the dishes, rubbing her creaming crotch against the towel rack beneath the sink and hanging over the forgotten dishpan.
She bravely resisted the urge to call or visit Bridget, for she was determined not to be a lesbian, and was careful not to be near when Karen was dressing or undressing, for his fucking was quick and with a minimum of foreplay and no after play, but she did miss the kind of thundering organ the school nurse had shown her was possible. Sometimes she thought about going to a bar and getting picked up, but just couldn't bring herself to do it.
Ron began teasing Karen, asking why she'd been spanked, and hinting at what she did when she was alone. One day, when Laura was shopping, Ron asked her right out how often she played with herself, and if she knew what he had that she didn't.
"Don't be nasty, Ron," she cried, blushing furiously.
Her brother leered at her and held the tab of his zipper between his forefinger and thumb. "D'ya dare me?" he asked, pulling it down a fraction of an inch.
"Ron! You wouldn't!"
"Wanna bet? C'mon, dare me if you're so sure I won't."
"No. It's not right."
"Oh, shit!" Ron cursed. "Listen Karen, I'll show you mine if you'll lift up your dress."
Karen stared at her brother with mingled fear and yearning. Her pussy was already itchy, just from their nasty discussion, and she glanced nervously at the front of his pants.
"You… you just want to… to look?" she stammered, blushing.
"Yeah, I just wanna see what it's like," he said. "Jack said a pussy's pretty, like a girl's lips, only without lipstick."
"You won't tell?" she asked nervously, her heart hammering. Ron shook his head.
"Well, OK." Karen gave in to her steamy pussy. Slowly, she lifted her dress, moving at about the same speed as Ron unzipped. When it was up around her waist, Ron's free hand reached for the elastic band of her panties. His other hand unbuckled his pants and they dropped.
"You wanna take my pecker out?" he asked shyly, tugging at the front of her panties until her dark curls peeped into view.
Almost eagerly, Karen touched the top of her brother's shorts. They were bulging, and she knew the lump near the top was his cock-knob. It popped out, dark and swollen, and looking much larger than it had in the shower.
"Ohhhh…" she cooed with excitement. There was already a drop of milky juice oozing from the pouting hole in its wide tip.
Ron had her panties down around the bottom of her plump ass, now, and he wedged his hand between her warm thighs, trying to force than apart so he could get a better view.
"C'mon, let me see it!" he whined with frustration.
"J-just let me get my undies off, first," Karen said, becoming more and more excited as she stared at her brother's cock-knob and about two inches of the slender white shaft jutting above his shorts.
Karen dropped her dress and reached under it to off her panties. The crotch was damp, and she balled them up and threw than onto the bed. Thai she lifted the dress again and stood with parted legs, feeling very wicked and very stimulated. A trickle of warm juice oozed from her itchy pussy and Ron saw it. He bent down and peered at the sexy sight.
Karen squealed when he unexpectedly grabbed the nerve-filled, hairy bulge between her legs. He hurt her with his inexperienced eagerness and she yelped and jumped with shocked surprise as he gave it a squeeze. Her cunny throbbed, and she groaned as she covered his palm with her slippery cunt-juice.
Karen wanted to tell her brother to stop, that she hadn't expected him to do more than look, that what he was doing wasn't right, but… it felt so damn good! For some reason his rough, hurried explorations were more exciting than her own fingers!
"Ooooh," she sighed, involuntarily pushing her dripping pussy into his hand.
Ron's flushed face was split by a silly grin as he pinched and stroked and pulled on the wet pink folds in the center of his sister's crotch-hair. He saw her hand slowly approaching the tip of his prick.
"Play with it, Sis," he pleaded, shoving the swollen cockhead against her fingers.
In a matter of seconds Karen had Ron's twitching prick surrounded by both her hands. Ron skinned down his shorts a little further and exposed his plump, round balls.
Then he squatted, forcing her to release him, and put the fingers of both his hands on the edges of her furry split. He pulled the fleshy pussylips far apart, exposing the tiny, oozing hole at the bottom of her bright gash and, at the top, the dark bud of her protruding clitty.