"Yes," Teresa said, "I think that's it."
A hand cupped Sunny's tit; another hand strayed down to feel the shaping of one of her asscheeks. Her mother asked, "Do you want me to do that to you, now? I may be somewhat clumsy at first, but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it pretty quick."
"If you really want to," Sunny said.
"I do, Sunny. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. If you're not too tired."
Sunny smiled into her mother's intent eyes. "No way, Mom. I think I could go all day and all night, too. Maybe I'll find out before too much longer."
She relaxed at the touch of her mother's mouth, allowed her tongue to be passive as the other searched aggressively over it. The kiss was prolonged and deep, and Sunny thought that it was good to lie quietly for a change, to have things done to her.
It was a freaky sensation, having her mother's mouth on her tit, feeling those familiar teeth upon her nipple, and Sunny lifted to it, arching her back and shivering. Her mom moved to the other nipple, giving it equal tune and hot attention, licking over the tip, pushing it down with her tongue, rolling it in her teeth.
As Sunny wiggled and petted her mother's honey-blonde hair, Teresa's mouth angled softly down the middle of Sunny's chest, licking torridly down to the flat belly. She did the same thing Sunny had, darted her tongue into the navel and held it there, making guns fire inside Sunny's pussy.
"Oh Mom – Mother, darling. That's nice. That's crazy. Lick me some more, Mom. Tickle your tongue right on down into my pussy hairs. Oh, that's it! That's it!"
The hot tongue turned her on, made her shake her ass and rotate her crotch. Her mother's hands were palming the cheeks of her butt, taking a grip on them, and Sunny couldn't reach her mom's head without bending up, so she let go and dropped the upper part of her body back on the floor. Her head was on the bath mat, and she stared into the faintly pink reflection of the bathtub close by.
Teresa's mouth burrowed thirstily into the lips of her cunt, and Sunny gasped with the blazing shock, but forced herself to lie reasonably still, made herself not participate violently in the growing intensity of the sensations. She was being passive, having it done to her, not doing it back.
And that was great for a while. Her mom murmured sweet things into the steamy slit, then shoved her tongue right on inside, feeling around Sunny's cunt with it, rubbing her mouth up and down the slippery cleft, so that her teeth scraped lightly over and across the throbbing pussylips.
Her mother didn't need instructions, but Sunny gave them anyway: "Oooh, Mom! Yes, run your tongue up and down, and bite my cunt lips a little. Ah! Yes, that's the way. Kind of chew on my pussy, and suck it. Suck my pussy, Mom! Eat it, eat my cunt and love it and suck it until you make – me – go – crazy!"
Teresa's mouth was ravenous, gnawing into Sunny's flexing pussy, sucking her guts out, pulling and teasing and making the hot tickles run up and down her daughter's spine. She couldn't hold still any longer, and her crotch seemed to lunge of its own free will, making a corkscrewing movement against her mom's gulping mouth.
Then she was fucking her mother's face, screwing her head, putting the shuddering lips of her pussy hard against the teeth and taking the tongue as if it was a man's hard prick, riding it and bucking her cunt. Lifting, moaning, she reached down for the lovely blonde hair and wove her fingers into its soft tresses.
"M-Mom! Oh, damn it! Yes, darling – eat me like that. Suck me until I come. Make my clit do tricks! Ah, yes! YES! Mom – Mom – Mother! Damn it! Ahh! I'm coming! Can you hear me? Eat my pussy, Mom! You're making me come! COMMEEE!!"
Sunny let it go, released the powerful swirling of feeling that was threatening to tear her clit loose from its roots. She came in a crazy patchwork of emotions, with sparkles of scorching lights, in a wiggling, shaking, humping series of slams that made her mother's head bounce.
It was a wonderful orgasm, and Sunny clenched her teeth upon its rapture, tried to hold forever to the lightning strikes of its bliss, only to shatter her soul and wheel drifting away into a warmly gathering darkness.
She came, and it was magic. Her mother ate softly into her trembling pussy, and it was the most magic thing of all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her mother was asleep upstairs, so Sunny made herself a couple of sandwiches, and destroyed one rapidly. She carried the other one outside and alternated between bites into the salami and cheese with swallows from a can of Coke.
Beside his doghouse, George lifted one lazy eye at her, but she only grinned at him and passed on into the other yard. Rapping at the kitchen door, she chewed with contentment and washed it all down with the last of her cold drink. Betsy came to the door and stood looking at her.
"Hi, Betsy. Who else is home?"
"Just about everybody. Mom is across town again, but Dad is napping. That leaves me and Harry downstairs. What – what did you have in mind?"
"Harry," Sunny said. "Which one of us is going to screw him first?"
Betsy looked over her shoulder. "Shh! Not so loud, Sunny. He might hear you. I-I don't know about this. I mean, it's one thing with Daddy, and another with my brother."
Sunny moved past the other girl and stood in the kitchen. "Yeah, it'll be different. A different prick, that's what. Look, if you want to keep fucking your daddy, you have to get your brother into this. Like I got my mom."
"What? Your mom? How – the dog?"
"No, and don't mention George to her. I think that's one thing that'll shake her up good. Your daddy screwed her for me."
Betsy blinked, then grinned. "For himself, too, I'll bet. My father is the horniest guy in the world."
"Let's hope your brother runs him a close second," Sunny said. "But first, I have to tell you about Mom and me." And Sunny went into the details of how she had made love with her mother, had eaten pussy and been eaten herself. As she talked, she watched Betsy's face and saw the avid interest there. Betsy had evidently never had her tender cunt eaten, not even by her father, as yet. And certainly she hadn't learned what it could be like with another woman. That was a crazy kind of fun all its own.
"Okay," Sunny said when she finished the story. "How about Harry?"
"Maybe you'd better get to him first," Betsy said. "I mean, he'll be a lot easier for you. I saw him playing with his cock in the bathroom this morning, so I know he has the hots. Just go on into the living room and make him, and I'll wait out here until you're going good."
Sunny patted the other girl's arm. "Why not? Look out, Harry. Here I come – and here you come, too." She heard Betsy's giggle follow her into the other room where the boy lay half-sprawled upon the long couch.
Harry looked a lot like his sister, but in a bony, masculine way. His eyes were the same deep-brown, and his skin the same rose-olive, but his hair was jet-black, where Betsy's was a rich chocolate-brown. He was slim and lean, and looked up at her without much interest.
"Oh, hi, Sunny. If you're looking for Betsy, the kid is around back somewhere."
She sat down beside him, her hip nudging his thigh. "I'm looking for you. Tell me, Harry – can you get a hard-on after you jack off?"
He bounced erect, his face going red and his eyes round. "What the hell! Look, what do you…"
"You jacked off this morning," Sunny said. "I just want to know if you can get your prick hard again so soon. I know some men can."
"Y-You…" he sputtered. "You're just a kid, for chrissakes, and you come around here talking dirty like that. I – you…"
Sunny shoved her hip closer, rubbed it against his leg. "I guess I already know the answer to my question, Harry. Even though you're all up-tight, I can see your cock swelling in your pants. You must be a real horny guy."