Marge Wilson did not look like she had three almost grown children. At forty, she looked barely thirty. She looked like a thirty-year-old model. She still had a smaller waist than most girls of seventeen. No, it wasn't a model she looked like. Marge could have passed herself off as the professional mistress to some millionaire. She looked that good. She looked that desirable. Right now, she looked angry. She stared at her daughters, then placed her hands on her hips and waited for one of them to speak.
"Hi, Mom!" Karen greeted her. "You're back early."
"I can see that you weren't expecting me back so soon," she commented. "That's abundantly clear."
"Now that you are back," Anne suggested in a lazy voice, "want to join us?"
Karen felt her body tense at her sister's question. She wanted to tell her to shut up. Hell, they were already in enough trouble. Her mom, however didn't seem to be offended by the invitation. Instead, Marge Wilson began to smile. The smile turned to a broad grin, then to soft laughter. Anne was laughing with her to Karen's confusion. Marge sat down on the side of the bed, her arms enveloping her two daughters. Her body shook with mirth as she hugged the naked girls.
"Just who gave you permission to bring the baby into our games?" she asked her older daughter.
"Who's a baby?" Karen snapped angrily. "You sure better not be talking about me!" Her eyes flashed as she sat up. More of this business of her being too young! She'd had more than enough of that. She had thought all that was over. Her young tits rose and fell with rapid breaths as she glared at her mother.
The object of her wrath laughed even harder. Tears of amusement glittered in the woman's eyes as she looked at her pouting young daughter. She pulled Karen to her and hugged the firm, youthful body into her soft breasts.
"Baby sister has been growing up," Anne laughed, taking up for the blond. "You'd be surprised just how much she has grown up."
"But she's only fourteen!" Marge protested.
"Fifteen!" Karen corrected her. "Mom! I'm fifteen! You know I had a birthday back in May!"
"She's a feisty little broad," Anne giggled. "You suggest she's not old enough and she's ready to fight about it."
"I see," Marge agreed. "I see that she's awfully sensitive about her age." The lovely woman smiled softly at the blonde. Her hands caressed the girl's luscious thighs, sending sparks of pleasure up towards Karen's pussy.
"I'm not sensitive about it!" the teenager complained. "Everyone else is. I never mention it. All of you keep talking about how young I am. Hell! I'm old enough to have an orgasm! I'm old enough to give a boy the thrill of his life! I've got big healthy tits! I've got a soft, sweet pussy! I know how to wrap my legs around a guy and ride the shit out of him while he fucks me!"
"Hey!" Marge protested, holding up her hands in resignation. "All right! All right! You've made your point!" Then she collapsed into deep laughter. She tried to speak once, but had to give up the effort as she kept laughing. Finally she managed to recover her voice. She sat back up and began to massage Karen's thighs once again. Her eyes glowed with warm affection as she looked at the beautiful blonde teenager.
"I'm sorry," Karen apologized. "I didn't mean to lose my temper. I just get disgusted about everybody telling me how young I am. I'm old enough to have grown-up desires."
"So you think you should have grown-up pleasures along with them," Marge answered for her. "That makes sense. I felt the same way."
"Little sister has been learning about those pleasures," Anne commented lazily from beside them. "My little sister has grown up awfully fast this summer. I figured that you'd have picked up on that by now."
"I guess I've been too busy about my own pleasures," the woman answered. "Maybe I'd better spend a little more time with my children. Sounds like you are having the best show in town. The sparkle in your eyes indicates it. Who've you been fucking baby?"
Her hands ran up Karen's thighs as she asked. She caressed up to the girl's firm hips, then ran her fingers over to the inside of her thighs. The blonde shivered in delight at her mother's touch. She opened her thighs to let one hand slip deep between them, then closed the soft, luscious flesh over Marge's hand. Karen shrugged her shoulders as though to say there were more than she could count. That wasn't so, of course. Still, it made her feel awfully mature to imply it.
"Ohhhh," she began, pretending to be considering everything very seriously, "Brad and Roger, to begin with."
"And me," the red-head added. "And Nina."
"Sort of keeping it close to home, aren't you?" Marge asked as her finger rubbed across the lips of the girl's pussy. "That's good. You should learn where it's safe before venturing out."
Karen started at her mother, the reality of her mother's reaction finally beginning to sink into her brain. Her mom wasn't angry. Despite the fact that her mother was one of the town's swingers, that surprised the girl. After all, weren't mothers supposed to be overly protective towards their daughters? A moment ago the girl had been angry because her mother seemed to be against her sexual gratification. Now, Karen was confused because Marge was all for it. She was even more perplexed by the way her mom was fingering her leaping pussy. Damn! She was going crazy with this treatment.
"So she thinks she's a big girl, does she?" Marge Wilson laughed. "Come on, then, Anne. Let's find out just how big a girl she really is."
"Hey, now!" Karen cried out in dismay as her sister's hand joined those of their mother. The two worked teasingly over Karen's body, caressing her tits and her pussy, her navel and her thighs. Marge slipped her face down onto the soft, sensuous thighs and began kissing over them while Anne sucked at the teenager's bouncing tits. They turned the girl into a jelly of trembling emotion, sucking and kissing her crazily as she squirmed beneath their assault.
"What are you trying to do to me?" Karen squealed. "Come on, now! Cut it out!"
They didn't. They didn't even pause. Her mom's lips came up inside her thighs and got to the soft, tingling cunt. The older woman sucked quickly on the girl, then ran her tongue into the shimmering pussy and lapped at her clit until she had Karen shrieking in surprised pleasure. She sucked deeply at her cunt, positioning herself between the girl's thighs and wrapped her hands around Karen's legs so she could tease at the teenager's ass while sucking the throbbing pussy.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured in pleased groans. "Ohhhh, how sweet! Mmmmm! Get her, Anne! Make her suck on your pussy!"
Karen's sister had already begun climbing on top of the girl. Anne sat over Karen's face, rubbing her pussy over her mouth as she reached her hands for the tits that danced in front of her. She caught one breast in each hand and caressed them slowly and delightfully. Her thumbs pressed the nipples back into the swollen globes. Her fingers stroked the soft side walls of tit. Her pussy pulsed against Karen's lips as the blonde began to suck slowly and firmly against the lovely pussy.
"Ooooo, she's a beauty, isn't she?" Anne asked her mother. "OOOoeee! She's tuning my pussy wild."
Marge didn't answer. The woman was too occupied with her own enjoyment of the sweet, young body. She sucked at Karen's cunt, tonguing the girl's clit into impassioned trembles. Her hands cupped the girl's buttocks, spreading the cheeks of Karen's ass so that her finger could slip into the crack. The blonde jerked in new pleasure as she felt her bum massaged by a soft fingertip. She felt her mother sneak the end of her finger into the tingling ass and began to pump slowly at the entrance.
Anne leaned over and brought her lips to the teenager's ecstatic tits, still keeping her pussy down on the sucking, eager lips. She began sucking and nibbling at the wildly heaving breasts. She caught a nipple between her lips and sucked it frantically. Karen darted her tongue into her sister's slit, lapping at the juices that had begun to pour through the satin cavern. The blonde quivered at her mother's treatment. The woman's long finger was probing deeper into her ass, running well past the entrance and spreading the narrow, tight passage. There was a tiny tremor of apprehension running through the girl's ass, but it was far over shadowed by the exquisite pleasure that had been produced along the trembling passage.