She exploded from within. Once again she was farting in her daughter's mouth and pissing down Sue's arm.
Linda gasped. "I've never came soooo hard! Thank you, baby, thanks for turning me inside out."
Her mother's flattery was the sweetest thing Sue had ever heard. Even her father hadn't made her feel this good about herself. But there was something that could make it even better.
To get it, though, Sue had to wait until her mother calmed down. It took a long time, because Linda was determined to wring every possible vibration out of her multiple orgasms. But, finally, even the tongue in her ass and fist in her cunt couldn't keep her coming any longer.
Sue pulled out of both fuck-holes then and waited. Her mother collapsed on the bed, her asshole and pussy red and yawning from the rim-job and fist-fuck.
"How do you feel, Mom?" Sue eventually asked.
"Like I'll die if I come one more time," Linda happily reported. "I'm warning you, girl, you'd better keep your hands and mouth to yourself or you'll have to call an ambulance for me."
"That isn't exactly what I, uh, had in mind," Sue slyly answered. "Actually, I was thinking about getting a little wrecked myself – if you know what I mean."
Linda's eyes instantly lit up, as she bobbed up with renewed alertness. Then she was licking her lips with her long tongue and stroking her right fist with her left hand.
"You bet your sweet, little ass and pussy I know what you mean, princess. Just kneel down and spread those darling asscheeks and don't worry."
And within minutes, Linda had her tongue squirming several inches up her daughter's delicious asshole and a cluster of knuckles pounding inside that teenaged cunt. And, on the receiving end, Sue was already farting, pissing and coming, as responsive as any girl could ever be.
CHAPTER FIVE
Now, their lesbian encounter having run its course, mother and daughter had cleaned up, dressed, and were talking in the living room. The difference that sex had made in their previously strained relationship was a welcome change, as bitterness was absent for the first time since the onset of Sue's teenage years.
"You know, Mom," Sue babbled, "Now that we've been lovers, I feel like I could ask you just about anything."
Sensing her daughter had something specific on her mind, Linda smiled. "Try me."
"Well, it's about you and Daddy."
Linda had figured as much. And if Sue asked her the right questions she'd be willing to provide the facts about her sexual history, as opposed to the lies Walt had told to their daughter. Linda wasn't so sure, however, about her other erotic secrets.
"When you saw Daddy fucking me, Mom," Sue said, "weren't you just a tittle bit jealous?"
The question caught Linda off guard. "I, uh, had a lot of things on my mind last night," she haltingly replied.
She took a deep breath, on the brink of telling Sue everything. But then, taking Linda's breath away, Sue said something which tested her perhaps even more than revealing the skeletons in her closet might have.
"I know this is far-out, Mom," Sue whispered, "but here's what I mean by being jealous. If Daddy can get away with fucking me, taking my cherry, why shouldn't you want to prove you're just as sexy as he is?"
"But, darling, isn't that what I did with you today?" Linda murmured.
"But my cherry's already been taken," Sue said. "There's only one other virgin left in the family – Bud."
Linda turned pale at the mention of her son. A lot of water had passed under her erotic bridge through the years, but one thing she'd never allowed herself to consider was her little boy as a sexual being.
"Bud's not just a kid anymore, you know," Sue went on. "Have you taken a look at his cock lately? He's hung! I checked it out when he was leaving the shower last week."
Linda choked, realizing that subconsciously she'd done the same thing recently. And now, thinking back on her glimpse of her son's young cock, her pussy involuntarily moistened and spasmed with incestuous desire.
"I'll bet my life Bud's never fucked anybody, probably never even had a blow-job," Sue enthusiastically continued. "You could be the first, Mom, just like Daddy was for me. Then you and Daddy'd be even when it came to taking your kids' cherries."
"Th-then you'd fuck Bud if you were me?" Linda stammered.
"Let's put it this way," Sue chuckled. "If you don't fuck Bud yourself, I will."
Just then the front door rattled, as someone was preparing to enter the house. There was a little doubt about who it was, as mother and daughter anxiously sprang to their feet.
"Well, Mom, this is it, Bud's home," Sue stated, forcing the issue. "Is it gonna be me or you who takes first crack at that nice, young, cherry cock?"
"If I say yes, where'll you be?" Linda hurriedly asked, as the front door started squeaking on its hinges.
"Watching everything," Sue called over her shoulder, already leaving the room to find a hiding place. "I'd wish you good luck, Mom, but with your mouth, titties and pussy you don't need it."
Sue had disappeared just as Linda Jordan's other child walked into the house. "Anybody home?" Bud called. Then he whispered under his breath, "I hope not."
Having overheard this last part, Linda slipped undetected behind the drapes.
"Yep, all by myself," the boy told himself. "That means jack-off time!"
Linda's pussy was soaking through her fresh pair of panties as she watched him go straight to one of his father's hiding places and find a magazine. Then Bud sat down on the sofa, stared at the centerfold, and unzipped his jeans.
"Jesus!" Linda gasped when his young cock popped into view.
Hard as a rock, his cock was bigger than she'd expected. Even bigger than her nephew's cock, although Tim was a couple of years older than Bud.
Automatically Linda pulled her panties away from her crotch and down her thighs until they fell to the floor. Then she unfastened her skirt and let it drop. Next, fumbling with her sweater, she hurried to strip so she could confront her hung son before he shot his wad.
In the meantime, Bud stroked his hard-on faster and faster. During the hand-job he licked the glossy paper cunt of the model in the centerfold of his dad's magazine.
"Gonna come for you, baby," he slurped at the picture. "Come a ton for your bitchin' cunt."
Now Linda spoke out loud. "Wouldn't you rather get a look at the real thing?"
Bud's head jerked around. His mother had just emerged from hiding, temporarily wrapping the floor-length drapery around her naked body. Bud dropped the magazine.
"If it's pussy you want, Son, all you have to do is ask," Linda boldly stated.
"A-a-ask?" Bud gulped, stammering and stuttering.
"Just say, 'Mom, I've been wondering. Could I see your pussy?'"
"P-p-pussy?"
"Now that you mention it, I just happen to have one handy," Linda teased.
She let the drapery fall away. She was stark naked underneath it and now her hands fell to her crotch, framing the bushy triangle of her exposed cunt.
"Like it?" she purred.
Her fingers caught her meaty pussy-lips, tugging them open. A glob of female honey escaped from her pink cunt-gash, falling with a silent splash to the shag carpet.
Bud was speechless. But his cock dramatically revealed what was going through his mind. Untouched, it stabbed the air, the swollen head flexing, and a creamy plume of teenaged jizz spurted all the way beyond the coffee table.
"Now that's a positive sign," Linda said. "But I'm sure we can do even better."
She walked seductively toward her mind-bent son, swinging her hips and tits. By the time she reached Bud, his dripping prick was still stiff.
"You're not gonna lose that, are you?" Linda crooned, pointedly eyeing her son's teenaged cock.
"C-couldn't lose it if my life depended on it," Bud confessed. "God, Mom, you're beautiful! Your pussy – it's so… so…"