Then Jane reversed her legs and washed the other. Again, she soaped her lathered beaver, and again Danny watched as her fingers scrubbed and delved. It seemed to him that she was washing her pussy oftener and longer than any other part of her body. But he couldn't blame her. If it was his to wash, he'd take all day doing it!
After a while, Danny noticed that his mother was spreading her legs wider as she scrubbed her crotch. And her ass was beginning to move in little circling, hunching movements. And she was squatting just a bit, too! Then he saw two stiff fingers push into the hair and lather. He heard his mother groan, and he knew that her fingers were inside her cunt hole!
The fingers reappeared, then stabbed back in, faster and faster, and Jane's plump buns jiggled. They were milk white, like her tits, but the rest of her body was tanned a dusky brown. The sight reminded Danny of the time he and his Aunt Judy were at the beach. She'd worn a bikini, and her dazzling white tits looked ready to pop from her top. As she walked around and played tag, her tight bottoms pulled up, exposing quite a bit of the lower curves of her beautiful ass. Danny must have jerked off a thousand times dreaming of his aunt's jiggling, oil-coated ass cheeks.
Jane moaned loudly, and he saw her plump buns clench a few times as she kept her fingers inside her cunt. He'd never thought about his own mother having the same kind of urges he had, and it made him look at her in a new light. The sound of her cumming was like nothing he'd ever heard, and it made him grip his cock so hard it hurt. But he didn't want to take the chance of jerking off in the hall. He hadn't brought any tissues, and he knew he wouldn't be able to catch all of his cum in the palm of his hand. There would be just too much. Besides, Mary might catch him.
Jane shuddered through the last pleasant tremors of her second cum that morning and rinsed under the shower. Then she stepped from the tub and toweled herself dry. Danny watched as his mother's enormous tits wobbled and swung with her vigorous drying, then he caught his breath as she ran the edge of the towel through the deep crack of her ass. Her plump, shaking ass cheeks seemed to clench at the towel, and he wondered if the rough nap was tickling her bung.
It was the first time Danny had even thought about his mother's asshole, and he felt a bit guilty since that part of the body was supposed to be dirty, not exciting. But he couldn't help feeling excitement at the thought of her damp, naked asshole. Would it be small and wrinkled, or pouting and smooth? And would she have any hair around it?
Then Jane began to dress, and Danny lingered until her tits and ass disappeared. When all of his mother's goodies were out of sight, he went back to his room. She'd be fixing breakfast soon, so he took off his pajamas and started to dress. His balls ached and he wanted to get outside and jerk off in the bushes as soon as possible. He grinned as he thought of how many times he'd watered his mother's flowerbed with his jism. But he usually did that at night, after everyone was in bed. He'd open his window, stick out his cock, and let his cum fly into the darkness. Sometimes he imagined some lost hiker – a girl – wandering by as his jism flew through the air, and opening her mouth to yawn just in time to catch a big, sticky glob.
But that was only one of his daydreams. He had hundreds, and most involved his mother and his aunt. The smell of bacon and eggs filtered through to his mind, and he slapped his cock down and trotted to the kitchen. His younger sister Mary was already at the table, hungrily wolfing down the food, and Danny patted the top of her head as he passed.
"Cut it out," she said, then went back to eating.
Danny let his eyes wander up and down his mother's body while her back was turned. He could see the fullness of her asscheeks through her skirt, and his face turned red as he remembered how her ass had looked naked. He forced himself to eat. His eyes kept returning to her huge, thrusting tits as she sat across from him.
Mary finished first and was excused. She took some scraps with her to give to Blackie, their German shepherd. He watched his sister leave. She was a year younger than he was, and she faintly resembled their mother. But Danny considered her a pain in the ass. Oh, she was all right as sisters go, but she was always in the way, and he could never be sure when she might be sneaking around, catching him jerking off or spying on their mother.
A few minutes later Danny left and Jane gathered up the dishes and began washing them. Her thoughts returned to the morning's shower, when she had masturbated for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. It worried her. Was she getting hornier? She began to think about finding some man and getting married again, but after nine years of being on her own, she wasn't sure she could adjust to it.
Jane knew she was the object of lust of what few men lived in a twenty-mile radius. Including Danny, she thought wryly. But how could she blame them or him? Her extremely large tits, jutting proudly from her chest, hung only slightly, and Jane knew she'd be just as popular if there were a hundred women living nearby. She pressed her taut stomach against the sink as her fat-lipped cunt began to swell and throb.
Damn! she thought, damp again! She knew she was a very sexual woman. Just looking at herself in the mirror, standing sideways and seeing how her pubic hair protruded, made her horny. More and more her thoughts seemed to dwell on having a hard cock stirring her cunt into orgasm again.
She craved love and affection, yes, but most of all she craved a good screwing. Mary and Danny were her outlet for love, but was tired of fingers in her lonely bed. She decided to phone Judy later and have a serious discussion about her future.
Outside the Lasky house, Mary squealed, and Danny hurried to his sister's side.
"What's the matter?" he asked, pushing Blackie aside. The dog was sniffing Mary's legs and yipping playfully.
"Oh, just his old cold nose," Mary complained. "He got behind me and pushed it against my leg and it felt like an ice cube!"
She turned to leave when the dog shoved his big head under her skirt and prodded the bottom of her ass with his wet nose.
"Eeek," Mary squealed again, then giggled and rubbed herself through her skirt. The sudden contact had startled her, but she knew it was her own fault for not wearing panties. As she jumped away, Blackie thought she was playing and he tried to worm his snout under her skirt.
Danny watched, then pulled the dog away. "You must smell like dog food," he teased.
Mary turned angrily and just then Blackie lunged and broke from Danny's grip.
"Yow," Mary cried, rubbing herself again. "He nipped me!"
She backed away a few yards and Danny followed. "Gee, he didn't leave a mark, did he?" she asked, lifting her skirt to her waist and sticking out her cute ass. She looked at it over her shoulder, then looked sideways at Danny.
"Wow, what an ass, Sis!" Danny breathed, admiring her tight, quivering, snow-white cheeks. "Are you askin' for what I think?"
Mary didn't answer, but she kept her skirt up and breathed harder. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, but she was feeling awfully horny these days, and she was curious, like all young girls, about what boys are like. And Danny was the nearest boy.
Danny walked around his sister until he could see her pussy.
Mary's face burned as she let her older brother look at her bare snatch. She saw him open his pants and pull out his prick. It was the first she'd seen, and it fascinated her. She licked her lips as his apple-headed cock swelled and darkened in his gripping fist. His fingertips just missed touching the tip of his thumb as he held the long shaft, and Mary couldn't believe that something that size was supposed to fit inside a girl's pussyhole.
"What's the matter?" Danny teased when he saw his little sister's eyes grow wide. "Haven't you seen a cock, before?"