"Oooooh, it's sooo dirty! Such a dirty way to get fucked," Amy gurgled. "That's why I love it!"
Stevie had nothing to add to that. Indeed, as the last of the jizz now dribbled from his prick, he was on the brink of total exhaustion. At his age hard-ons and fresh batches of jizz came easily, but there was a limit to even his teenaged stamina.
"Ahhhhh," he finally sounded off, limp as a rag doll, with his overworked cock the limpest part of him of all.
Seeming to recognize that Stevie was at the end of the line and in need of a well-deserved rest, Amy lifted her legs from his shoulders and let him go. He pitched backward, flat on his back, crashing.
But, it turned out, Amy I wasn't quite through with him yet. She was thinking in terms of frosting-on-the-cake – and the flavor was chocolate.
Yummmm, she slurped, hungrily licking her lips as she leaned over the crotch of her unaware brother. "Look at that tasty morsel."
What she meant was her brother's cock. Fresh from her fucked ass it looked as if it had been dipped in hot fudge.
Amy couldn't resist. She closed her mouth over Stevie's filthy cock and sucked. Sucked it clean. Then kept on sucking. Would keep on sucking until her brother's cock hardened with a fresh supply of hot blood. Then she doubled her suction from there, going for a fresh supply of cum.
"Don't believe it!" gasped Stevie when he realized what she was doing to him.
He'd have to give in to his sister's relentless blow-job though. For Amy wasn't going to stop deep-throating his miraculously revived cock until it delivered the creamy goods for her one last time.
And within moments she'd succeeded, harvesting a bellyful of jizz. Stevie, however, would be hazy later about remembering whether it had really happened. Because he'd just passed out from too much of a good thing, not sure whether he'd only dreamed it but grinning from ear to ear nonetheless.
CHAPTER FOUR
After she'd sucked and fucked with Stevie, Amy had but one regret. This was that she couldn't go to the source of her inspiration and proudly declare, "Mom, I fucked my own brother just like you fuck yours. Yes, Mom, me 'n' Stevie. We even took each other's cherries. And you're the reason why. 'Cause I got the idea from watching you and Uncle Thad fucking. How about that, huh?"
But, of course, such honesty was impossible. With her mother and her never having discussed sex before except in the vaguest of terms, the subject of incest was hardly the place to start. However, Amy found herself in a situation which unexpectedly tested her silence. It started as just a simple thing, really, but so is the stray spark that lights any wildfire.
"Amy," mother called to daughter from the bathroom while the two of them were home alone, "could you get me a fresh towel, honey? There aren't any in here."
"Sure," Amy called back from her room, leaving her homework. "Just a sec, Mom."
The towels were stored in the linen closet off the hallway. Amy got a nice fluffy one and went into the bathroom, expecting to hand it to her mother through the stall door of the shower. However, to her surprise, her mother was waiting there in plain sight, dripping wet and stark naked.
"I was already out here standing in a puddle," Julia Winslow shivered aloud, "before I found out there wasn't any way to get dry. Thanks, dear."
The towel changed hands, then Amy watched as her mother used it. Amy had naturally seen her mother fresh out of the shower before, but this was different. Now she had a new awareness of her female parent's body since having spied on her fucking.
Julia Winslow had started on her tits first. She dried them separately, bunching each one up so the nipple flexed. Then, after patting her flat belly, she lowered the towel to her crotch. There she wiped it between her thighs like a sling, rubbing her cunt and between her asscheeks. And that was when she noticed how intently her daughter was staring.
Julia asked, "Something wrong with me, Amy?"
"Oh, no… just the opposite," Amy answered, not sure what she'd say until she heard it herself. "It's just that you're so, well, beautiful, I can't take my eyes off you, Mom."
Julia was clearly flattered. "No kidding? You mean it, honey?"
Amy nodded. And, God, how she wished that she could just come out and tell her mother the whole truth. That she admired her so much. Wanted to be like her in every way.
"Yeah," Julia sighed with self-congratulation, "guess I have held up pretty well at that over the years, haven't I?"
She turned around, proudly showing off her ass with the towel snagged between the plump cheeks. And, for the first time, Amy forgot about Uncle Thad in connection with her mother's sexy body and thought in terms of making erotic contact herself with this magnificent female form – in short, lesbian incest.
Never before had Amy been aware of such desire for someone of her own sex. But if it was destined to surface, she reasoned, who better as its object than her own gorgeous mother? They were, after all, really part of one another, weren't they? Could feeling this way about the woman who was most like you in the world be so wrong? she wondered.
Still, though, Amy wouldn't have done anything about the way she now felt if her mother had ended this chance encounter. Julia Winslow, however, now increased the temptation which had her daughter on pins and needles.
"Shouldn't tell you this," Julia whispered, secrecy in her tone as she let the towel fall away when she turned back around to face Amy.
"But, damn, if having a pretty, young girl look at me like I'm something special doesn't kinda, well, turn me on. Especially when it's my own daughter…"
She interrupted herself with a self-conscious pause, blushing from her own words. "Gee, I can't believe I just said something like that!"
"That's all right, Mom," Amy replied, her response automatic. "I'm turned on, too."
"Y-you really mean it, darling?" Julia gulped.
And Amy's reply was starkly and recklessly simple. "I'll be in my room, Mom."
She turned and along the hallway she left the trail of her discarded clothing for her mother to follow. And when Julia Winslow took the bait, she arrived to find her Amy waiting for her on the bed just as naked as she was.
"Are… are you sure of this, baby?" mother breathlessly asked daughter.
"Is this answer enough for you, Mom?"
Amy boldly spread her legs. Framed by her wispy, blonde bush, the space between her parted pussy lips glistened with inner pink.
Once again, Amy's words were recklessly stark in their seductive simplicity. "Eat my cunt, Mom. Eat it at the same time I eat your cunt."
"I-I can't say no," Julia Winslow admitted, more to herself than anything. "H-have to do it. F-find out – what it's like."
She closed the distance to the bed. Her nostrils flared as she caught the naturally perfumed scent of her daughter's teenaged cunt. Her own cunt became so aroused that its leaking juice could be seen dribbling down Julia's inner thighs.
"Don't know what this is that's happening… what it means," Julia murmured. "All I know is that anything that seems so right can't be wrong."
"Then what're you waiting for, Mom?" Amy boldly beckoned. "Here I am – all pussy for your mouth and all mouth for your pussy."
"Yes!" Julia declared, leaving her doubts behind as she got onto the bed to immediately straddle her naked daughter.
It was the classic sixty-nine position with which mother and daughter were both so familiar, except this time the magic number would be all-female. No cocks would be sucked here, just pussies. The lips of their mouths made slurping contact with the lips of their cunts and tongues squirmed inside welcoming gashes. Then hips began to roll and there was no turning back.