"I… don't know."
"We can look into any window in the house," Greg reminded his sister.
"Give me some time," David said.
"Let's don't wait any longer," Tami urged. "Go on in and do it."
"Aw, a guy can't just walk up to a girl and start fooling around with her."
"Are you backing out?" Greg taunted. "Come on, David… admit you told a lie."
"I did not!" David said. "I did it just like I mid!"
"Then show us," Tami demanded.
"Well, let's see where she is first," David replied, trying to play for time. He was hoping desperately that Linda was gone. "Let's walk around and peek in and find her first."
Being quiet, they moved about the house, peering into all the windows. When they came to the window of their mothers bedroom, they saw her. Linda was still on the bed, but she was no longer sobbing in shame.
She lay back, her hair spread out around her beautiful face, gazing at the ceiling in such a way that her feet pointed toward the window through which her children and David were looking. Her skirt was high on her hips, and her long, creamy smooth thighs were fully revealed. Between them was the pale color of her bikini panties, the crotch showing to the staring eyes of the children. She cupped her breasts as she thought, trying to understand why she had done such a thing.
She could still feel the delicious tingles his finger had given her when it penetrated her pussy, and she writhed her hips slowly, her fingers digging and squeezing at her springy breasts.
"Go on!" Tami whispered. "It looks like Mother is just waiting for you… if you did with her before, that is."
With his heart thudding, hands shaking, David slipped away. He moved into the house through the back door, being as quiet as he could. Creeping down the hall, he paused at the open bedroom door. For just a moment he thought of running out, racing home and never visiting again.
He peered around the doorway, glancing first at the window. He saw Greg and Tami's face watching. Tami pointed a finger toward her mother, urging him to enter the room by working her lips silently.
Sucking in a deep breath, David slipped into the room.
Linda heard the shuffle of his feet, looking up. She sat upright in the center of the bed, her eyes wide. "David! What are you doing? What do you want?"
"I just… well, Mrs. Sawyer," David mumbled, blushing.
"I should not have…" Linda started, but stopped. Her own blush was deep enough to be obvious. Her eyes had dropped immediately to the front of his pants, and the familiar heat between her thighs burned hotter. She didn't know what was happening to her, why she was being so bold with this boy. She had never done such things with her husband, as much as she had wanted to.
Nervously, David stood at the edge of her bed, glancing at the window from the corner of his eyes. Linda looked at the front of his pants, and despite the feeling of guilt, she found her right hand lifting, moving, reaching toward the front of David's pants.
"Oh, God!" Linda whimpered. "I can't stop this… I don't understand it, and I can't stop it!"
Linda's fingertips glided along the front of David's pants, and Tami and Greg watched her with huge eyes. They could hardly believe what they were seeing, but it was certainly exciting to them. Greg made a strange, strangling sound in his throat as he saw his mother's fingers feeling along David's prick.
Tami poked her brother in the ribs, hissing, "Shhhhh! Mother can hear you. The window is open."
They watched as Linda opened David's pants, pulling out his prick. Her fingers wrapped around his cock as she began to stroke back and forth on it, gently at first, then more aggressively as her emotions soared.
"Ohhhhh, you have such a nice cock, David," Linda said in a thick voice, the sound carrying to her children. "You wouldn't tell anyone if I just sort of… you know, play with it for a little? You wouldn't say anything about it, would you?"
"Oh, Mrs. Sawyer," David gulped, glancing at the window. "I won't tell anybody. I like it when you touch me this way."
"You're sweet," Linda murmured, her fist holding his prick tightly, pumping back and forth on it, her eyes watching the swollen head disappear and reappear in her fist.
"Mrs. Sawyer," David gulped again. "You wouldn't let me… well! I mean… can I… well, can I see it again?"
Becoming very bold now, very erotic, she said, "See what, darling?" She ran her thumb over the head of his cock, feeling the moisture seeping from the piss hole. "Why don't you tell me what you want to see? I don't mind… we're alone."
"Aw, you know, Mrs. Sawyer," David said. "Down… there."
Shivers of excitement rippled through Linda's body. "You can tell me what you want to see, David," she urged him. "You know what it is, don't you? You know what it's called."
"Sure," David swallowed hard. "I know."
"Well…" Linda glanced up at him with smoldering eyes.
"It's…!" He swallowed again, feeling the heat on his face. "It's a, you know, Mrs. Sawyer."
Unlike herself, Linda grinned wantonly at him. She squeezed his cock very hard. "It's a pussy, baby!" she said, blushing as she used the word. "It's a pussy! A cunt… a hot… snatch!"
Greg and Tami trembled as they listened and watched their mother. Greg's cock was pressing painfully against his pants, and Tami's little cunt was pulsating with a heat she had never felt before. She pressed her small fist between her thighs, then cupped her pussy through her skirt.
"Is that what you want to see, David?" Linda asked, her voice quite thick in passion. "Do you want to see my cunt again? Would you play with it like before? If I showed you my pussy, will you play with it again?"
"Oh, yes!"
"All right," Linda said. "But you've got to promise never to tell anyone. And especially never say anything to Tami or Greg."
She slipped her panties off, dropping them onto the carpet. Then she shoved one leg out straight, lifting the other and bending it at the knee. Greg and Tami gazed directly into their mother's crotch, seeing the curling hair, the puffy pink lips, the curve of her ass. They could see it all, even the way her dark cunt hair dipped and disappeared into the crack of her buttocks.
Linda now twisted onto her side, her hand moving about David's prick. Her mind was busting with wild, erotic thoughts, thoughts of what she wanted to do with this willing boy, with his powerful, throbbing cock.
Holding her head up by one elbow, her face was level with his prick. She smiled wantonly up at him, then said in a low voice, "You'd love to fuck me, wouldn't you, David?"
His head jerked up and down as he blushed.
"Well, I may let you fuck me," Linda said, stroking his cock firmly. "Maybe I will let you put this beautiful, sweet, hard prick into my pussy and fuck me. I have some very nice ideas you'd like. I bet I can do things with this sweet prick that you'd really enjoy."
"Yeah," he grunted.
"You know what I'd love to do with it right now, darling?" Linda went on, holding her slender legs wide, releasing his cock to rim her own hand down to her pussy for a quick rubbing. "I'd love to take your cock into my mouth… taste it."
Greg and Tami gasped as they listened to their mother. Each of them had thought of fucking before, but taking a cock into a mouth was something they had never considered. They glanced quickly at each other, then back at their mother. They saw Linda slip one of her fingers into her pussy, thrust it in and out a few times, then returned her hand to David's jerking prick, jacking him slowly.
"I'll let you stick your cock into my mouth," she said huskily. "But you've got to do it… you have to fuck me in the mouth, David. I'm not sure how to suck it. I've never sucked a cock before. You just put it in my mouth and fuck me that way until I get used to it. Okay?"