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Later that night after my son and my husband Bob had gone to bed, I found myself in the living room with Cathy. We watched TV for a while before Cat turned to me.
"Well..." she said and sat there.
"Well what?"
"Well, you said that we were going to talk later on tonight... ...Well?"
I knew I‘d said that, but to be honest, I still didn't know what in the world to say. I shook my head at Cat and shrugged my shoulders.
"Honey, I'm still trying to get it straight in my own head."
"I know what-cha mean Mom. This is all pretty new to me too."

Cathy moved a little closer to me on the couch and said in a whisper, "What you saw me and Johnny doing this afternoon was only the second time that we’ve done anything like that."
I raised my eyebrows a bit surprised.
"Wow. To watch you two, I would’ve never guessed."
She cocked her head and smiled at me. "Why would you think that, Mom?"
"Well... ...from what I could see... ...you looked pretty. . . . . .comfortable with…it." I told her as I nodded my head suggesting she knew what I was talking about.
"What?" Cathy leaned in real close, "…with making Johnny cum?"

I looked around quickly to make sure we were still alone and shook my head ‘yes’ with tiny little shakes.
I thought I was gunna start giggling. I felt like I was a young girl again talking to my best friend about things we shouldn’t be talking about.

Cat thought about it for a second,
“It’s weird, but I guess I do feel comfortable doing that with Johnny. I mean, I’m not really sure what comes over me but once it does. . . . . .Jeez. And with Johnny―Well―It’s not like I’m with some guy that expects stuff or a boyfriend you’re afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of. He’s my brother. . . . . .I can just be myself. Besides―He ’s sweet and he’s cute too. . .”
“He IS very handsome.” I agreed.
“. . .And he’s really built too.”
“I know.”
“. . .And his dick. . . . . .You saw how big he was.”
I nodded shyly.

“Is that…I don't know...normal?” She asked lightheartedly.
“I wouldn’t know.” I told her shyly; almost sadly. She looked a little confused.
“You’re father’s is the only one I’ve ever seen, Cathy.” I explained.
It was hard to read the look in her eyes but I thought I might be seeing...pity.
Then she smiled softly. “I guess ya can’t say that anymore, huh?” Then she whispered very low. “Is Johnny bigger then Dad?”
This time I did giggle. I cut my eyes around the room and towards the stairs..."A lot bigger.”
We both laughed for a long time together. It slowly trailed off to a kind of awkward silence. Then Cathy slipped her hand over mine. She stared at me for a few long seconds and told me she felt "really comfortable" with me.

It was beyond weird but I felt the same way. Talking to Cat was like talking to the best friend I’d never had. Sitting with her and being able to talk about such things made me feel pretty good. It made me feel like finally I wasn’t alone. And what we did together in the bathroom. . .Oh my god! Cat seemed to be just like me; lustfully unstable. Only she seemed to have found away to do away with the guilt…to escape the burden of judgment. She’d found a way to except it...To let it out, and most of all to experience it instead of shamefully hiding it. I envied her this. It was odd that we were both going through similar things considering our difference in age and background. She was keeping her walls from even being built and I was trying desperately to tear mine down.

"Ya know Mom, this afternoon in the bathroom..." This time she was the one who paused to look around. "...with you... ...It was the first time that I’d ever done something like that…I mean ever touched another girl..." {She called me “another girl”. It made me feel even closer to her and it made me feel like giggling again as well. I know I blushed when she said that. }

I rolled my eyes and let the air leave me fast. "Cathy... Between watching you and your brother and what you did to me… ...or with me, I mean... …in the bathroom... ...well... ...I've NEVER had ANYTHING like that happen in my whole life…EVER! And I'm having a hard time getting my mind around it." I told her honestly. “I’m your mom!”

I didn't know what to think. I didn't know if I was some kinda freak, a pervert…a c***d m*****er. Whatever I was…It certainly didn’t feel normal. I didn't know if I should go hide someplace and never come out or if I should just finger myself right here on the couch with my daughter. One thing was pretty certain…The few times that I had tried to give this whole thing some serious thought, I could feel my pussy reacting; getting wet and really warm. I didn't know what to do, what to feel.

"Mom, today with Johnny…It was only the second time that I’ve ever done anything like that... ...with ANYONE...." She smiled at me, "And what we did in the bathroom. . ." She hesitated as if pleasantly fading into the recollection. ". . .Except for some stuff my girlfriends and me talk about and some things I've seen on the internet―Well―that's it, that’s all I’ve ever done…except for playing with myself.” She whispered with a little smile. “But ya know what I think?”
"What's that Baby?"
I was really waiting to hear this. We couldn't move any closer to each other on the couch without sitting in each other’s laps. To look at us, I’m sure we looked as though the music had stopped and we were struggling to be the first into the very last chair.

Cathy continued, "Well, a little while ago I started reading these letters…Letters that people sent in…You know, on the Internet…to this website. They were stories about sex mostly. . .” She clarified. “. . .Well, I started to notice that some of the letters were about...” She lowered her voice even more “...about i****t." She says as if we were talking about a crazy aunt or uncle that was right in the next room. My eyebrows went up again.
" Well I noticed that when I read those stories, that I felt all funny and stuff. In here…” She rubbed her hand on her stomach and let it slide down just far enough to allow her pinky to slip below the waistband of her jeans.

I was pretty sure I knew what she was saying, but I had to ask anyway, "What do you mean…Funny?" I asked because I was starting to feel a little “funny” now.
"Well, I mean that those letters made me feel pretty hot, but in a…” She squinted her eyes, shook her head, tiny little shakes, and shrugged her shoulders a little, “…a different way." She tells me.
I cocked my head, unsure of what exactly she was trying to say, "A different way?"
“Yeah.”
Cathy went on, "I mean that I think they got me more excited than regular sex stuff.” She told me, making quotations with her fingers when she said the word “Sex”.
“…because they were…You know… wrong; stuff that ya shouldn't be doing. I think that the more I knew that I shouldn't... ...or I can't... ...well... ...the more I wanted to. . .ya know?”

I shook my head slowly as I let it register; agreeing.
“. . .I started looking at Johnny differently after reading those stories; I couldn't seem to help it. Mom. . . . . . I teased him so badly the other day that he got so hard that the tip of his thing was sticking out of the top of his pants…” Her hand went to her mouth to hide her giggling. “…Just the idea that I could DO that to him really…excited…me. When I saw his ...the tip of his dick like that... ...well, I knew I just had to see the whole thing. And when I DID…I wanted to touch it Mom. I wanted to touch it so bad. . .” She smiled shyly, beautifully, and added, “The way I was in the bathroom…with you.” She stopped and took a deep breath and fanned her sweet face with a small hand. “My God Mom! I'm getting all hot right now just telling you about it."

Listening to my daughter explain herself was making me a little hot too. It also made me understand a little better what Cathy was trying to say to me. After all, I've seen Bob's dick plenty of times and I've even looked through Johnny's porn collection before, when no one was home, and it never made my pussy as wet as it was getting now just thinking about my son's cockhead sticking out of his pants. Just hearing Cathy say the word “i****t” made my pussy twitch. I shook my head up and down slowly as I looked at Cathy. At that moment, I saw a lot of myself in her.
"I think I see what you mean.” I whispered, checking the area a bit nervously to make sure we were still alone.

I thought about it for a few more long seconds. I told Cat that I thought I was O. K. with this now. That was–to-say I didn’t think I was going to freak out or anything. I was understanding.
"Good.’ She told me. “because I'm feeling pretty 'funny' now." She added with a tiny giggle.
I silently mouthed the words, "Me too" unable to contain my own giggles.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Cathy asked with a devilish little smirk on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes that for some reason reminded me of a beautiful fairytale princess.
In spite of the things I knew, things I saw, things we did…She looked so bright and innocent sitting there next to me on the couch. It was a bit odd, but I think that was the first time I grasp the idea that what we’d done in the bathroom wasn’t…a bad thing. It wasn’t the dirty, dark, appalling thing I might have thought it was only a few short days ago.

I wasn’t sure what Cathy was leading up to…Well…I was pretty sure I had a good idea, but I didn't think I’d be able to do it; to repeat the episode in the bathroom. I was too terrified of getting caught by someone. This wasn’t like before. Before, it was spontaneous, wrong or not, I had just reacted to the feeling, the lust. Truth-be-known, I couldn’t have avoided it if I’d tried. That woman was a brand new Samantha, a Samantha that had finally shown her face, had stepped in and taken over. The “normal” me could never do that.

My throat tightened, making it hard to swallow. I looked around nervously as if someone might see my reaction. I let the thought of Cathy and me in the bathroom, fill my head; and then quickly pushed it out.
"I…I can’t Baby." I told my daughter; although I wanted to…I really wanted to have another “experience”…with her. The mere thought aroused me something awful. "Suppose someone were to wake up and have to use the bathroom?" I asked her, knowing full-well it was a weak excuse. There was also my lack of experience and my inability to control myself as well that I had to think about. I could hear the fear in my own words; d****d with a kinda sadness. Sad, because I really wanted to…I really did…but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t even bring myself to say the words out loud…Yes…I want to.


"Cat..." I took my daughter's hand in mine and made a feeble attempt to explain.
"My…My sex life with your father…It’s pretty (I was looking for the right word and had to settle) …it’s pretty basic. I mean, all and all... .... we just ‘do it’ maybe once every other month or so, and that's the extent of it (Now the sparkle faded from Cat’s eyes and was replaced with her own sadness, pity) Sex is not a very big part of our lives...” There was a second or two of awkward silence before I went on. “…That's kinda why I'm having so much trouble getting my head around all this. Jesus Cat... ...I mean... ...the way I was in the bathroom... (I felt myself blushing) the things I did…The things I said... ...out loud.......to you.......................I never..."
Cathy got up off the couch and pulled me up with her.
"Come on."

She led me towards the steps. My heart skipped a beat.
"Where we going?" I whispered.
"To finish this talk.....in my room....where no one can hear us."
I was certainly feeling “funny” now. And when we got in Cathy's room, she turned and locked the door; “Funny” was no longer the word to describe how I was feeling.
There IS no word for the way I felt when I heard the lock click. She walked over to her bed. I had stopped breathing, walking didn’t seem to be an option at the moment. She turned on the small night light by her bed and then walked back towards me. I swallowed hard; it felt like I was swallowing a watermelon. She reached past me and turned the overhead light off. My stomach dropped. The tone, the mood of the room…the ambiance, if you will, completely changed and surround me like a soft, fluffy, white cloud.

"No one will see the light under the door this way." She whispered.
I just shook my head very slowly, accepting what she’d said as my eyes focused on the bottom of her bedroom door. Cathy led me to her bed by the hand. She sat…and I followed suit. When I sat down, I felt as if I had been standing on the ledge of a twenty foot building and was attempting to flop my ass down on the hood of a car parked below. There we were, sitting on the edge of her bed…to finish our talk.

"Mom, you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. I think after today... (She smiled so sweetly and rolled her dark eyes)...we're a lot closer than most mothers and daughters. Don't ya think?"
I raised my brow and cocked my head a little to one side as I shrugged my agreement. “Can’t argue with that Baby”.
Then out of the blue, I asked her how long she’d been sexually active?"
Considering my lack of experience even at this late stage in my life, I wanted to know.

"Well, I told you downstairs that Johnny was the only person that I’ve ever…you know…done anything like that with, but I've been playing with myself for about a year or so now I guess. You know, like before I go to sleep or sometimes I wake up early and I just feel like doing it…so I do!” she smiled, making the room seem brighter..
“How ‘bout you?" she asks.
That caught me off guard a little. I don’t know why, but I guess I wasn’t expecting such an open forum. I could feel myself blushing again.

"You mean masturbate?” I asked shyly.
“Well yeah.”
“Well…(I thought for a second) I don't really have to... ...really. I mean... ...I have your dad and all." I told her, but I felt foolish as soon as I said it.
"But you said that you and dad only do it once every couple-a-months." "Yeah, about that, I guess."
"Well, is that enough? I mean... ...I haven't been doing this stuff for very long but it seems to me that... ...every couple-a-months just wouldn’t cut it. Ya know? I mean, I’ve only been doing this stuff with Johnny for a few days and I already want to do it more."

I certainly knew what she meant. All I could think about the last few days was what I’d seen my c***dren doing and what Cat and I had done earlier.

What I’ve been doing the last couple of days isn’t quite the same as laying in bed at night thinking about Brad Pitt or something you saw on the internet and playing with yourself. You said it yourself” she told me. “You've never cum like that before. That’s the way I feel about all this too."

I knew what she’d meant. The feeling I had in the bathroom…Well, I liked it…Loved it…A lot. Maybe too much. It had felt…scary good.
"Sex with your dad can be... … I don‘t know... ...OK, I guess.” I told her attempting to shed a better light on my sex life with her father. (Even though it was the light of a 2 watt bulb in a lamp that was hardly ever turned on)
“I mean... ... I gave your father a blowjob once… …kinda… …a while ago." I told her, looking down at the floor in an attempt to hide my embarrassment. I hoped the dim light didn’t reveal the sorrow that accompanied the statement.

"Mom..."
I looked up slowly at my daughter.
"Two of my friends have done that, and they're my age.”
“With your father?” I asked. My fleeting stupidity made us both laugh uncontrollably. We leaned into each other, at first, our shoulders touching lightly, then, the contact became more firm, more needed to keep each other from falling over. Even through the laughter, I’m completely aware of her shoulder touching mine. I felt her hand touch my thigh gently and my laughter faded away. Not because of a wandering hand…but because I realized that I wanted to kiss her. I want to kiss my daughter. The thought was somewhat sobering.

“Don't you and Dad do anything exciting... ...ever?" she asked, breaking the spell.
I thought for a while...
"Well yeah, last New Years... ...I got really drunk and... ...I..."
"Go head." Cathy pushed lightly.
"...Well... ...on the way home... ...in the car, your dad was driving and I leaned against the door... ...and kinda..."
"Come on. Don't stop now." Cathy egged me on with a soothing rub of her hand on my thigh.
I sighed; took a deep breath, “I was really, really drunk...”
“OK…You were drunk…Annnnnnnd-.”
"I pulled my dress up and…(It was hard to get the words out. Even though I felt like Cathy was the only person that I could really talk to…it was hard) and…and started to play with myself.” I told her quietly. “…in front of your father.” I added in an even lower voice. Even I heard the shame in my voice.

“Really?” Cathy smiled; the soft light illuminating one side of her face leaving the other side in the darkness. She was beautiful. Her face seemed to draw your eyes to it. It was softly framed by the darkness, almost angelical. I had to make a conscious effort to keep on point.
“I was talking…Well, kinda dirty to him and stuff like that."
"Stuff like what?"
My voice dropped as low as I could get it and still be heard. "I asked him if he would…”
“Tell me.” She nudged my shoulder with hers.
“…if he would lick my pussy when we get home.”
“Really?” Her eyes were once again home for that magical spark.
I shook my head, “…and I asked him if he wanted me to blow him too."


"Wow! That's kinda hot. So what happened?"
"Well, I was just starting to get into it. ( I told her how hard that was for me to do…In front of him) I had my hand in my pantyhose and I was rubbing myself. The more I did it, the more I got into it. I mean to tell you Cat, I started to tingle all over and my coochie felt like it was on fire. (It felt good to have someone I could talk to like this) Your dad was having a hard time driving. You see…” I tried to explain, “…your dad doesn't ask for things...”
“What do you mean?”
“Things like... ...like blowjobs and stuff.” I told her. She raised her head once and then let it drop slowly as the picture became clear.
“Yeah. So when I told him that I wanted to ‘suck his cock’... ...well... ...I wasn't real sure how he would react to it. I just figured that he had a few drinks too sooooooo... ...you know..."

"You thought he might like it and get into it."
"That's right. It takes a lot for me to feel that way. Well…I FEEL like that a lot actually, but it takes a lot for me to DO something about it."
"So what did he do?"
My tone changed. We both heard it. I knew there was no hiding my disappointment this time.
"As soon as we pulled into the garage, he threw himself on me like he was shot out of a gun or something and pulled his thing out of his pants on the way. It was pretty dark, so I couldn't see very well but I could tell what he was doing. He had sprung up on his knees and was trying to put his…his dick…in my mouth. I know that I was telling him how I wanted to blow him and all, but he took me by surprise. He put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me towards his dick. When I opened my mouth... ...he shoved it in..."

"You sound like you didn't want him to."
"It's not that. I wanted him to. Maybe I wanted it too much."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wanted to blow him. I really wanted to. I wanted to just…Well… suck his dick... ...like a... ...like a..."
My daughter cut me off.
"Like a whore... ...right?"
I shook my head. "Yes. I really wanted to do it. I wanted to lick it and kiss it, taste it and show him how good it could be."
My daughter looked at me. "Buuuuut?"

"But... ...instead, he just pushed it in my mouth three or four times real quick and hard, then moved down, tore my pantyhose, shoved it in me…and came. The whole thing lasted about 30 seconds."
"Then what'd he do?"
I looked down at the floor and sadly told her, "He got out of the car and went in the house."
"You’re k**ding!”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“What about you; what did you do?"
"I laid there on the car seat for a few minutes; I thought I was gunna cry. Then I got kinda mad. Before you knew it, I was thinking that there were plenty of men at that party that would have liked a blow job.”
Cat looked a little shocked and I didn’t blame her.
“Well... ...I started to rub myself a little. Don't get me wrong. What your dad did, made me feel like shit... ...but I was still horny. I thought about this cute guy at the party and I started to, you know, finger myself. Before too long, I came right there in the front seat of the car…by myself."

I looked at Cathy for a second, "Not like in the bathroom... ...but I came pretty good." I explained.
"So that was it for the night?" she asked sympathetically.
"Yep. I went upstairs and your dad was already sleeping, so I just changed and went to bed."
"Boy, that had the potential to be a really hot time, Mom."
"I know, but stuff like that just doesn't seem to happen to me."
"Maybe we can change that."

I was a little leery, concerned. "What do you mean by that, Sweetie?"
"Well…Maybe we can do stuff."
"You mean like the stuff that happened in the bathroom, don't you?" I was both excited and scared at the same time. I knew it would come to this. Reflecting back, where else could it have gone?
"That... ...among other things." She answered.
"Cat... ...I…I don't know. I mean, I don't know how to ‘just do things’, ya know?"
"Mom, I don't know a lot of things and this is pretty new to me too but judging from the last few days, I think that if you just let yourself go... ...you know, let yourself feel things... ...things will happen. “ she went on, “Look, I‘m not saying you should go out and do it with everyone you see. I‘m just saying that if you feel like doing something... ...maybe you should do something about it." Then with a sheepish smile, she added, “Or let someone do it for you.”

My heart raced and my coochie puckered but I was still reluctant.
"Honey, I'm not like you as far..." My daughter cut me off,
"Mom, I think you are. I think we’re exactly the same. I didn't think that I wanted to actually give Johnny a blowjob... ...let alone make him cum in my mouth, but it happened. And I found out that I really, really DID want to do those things. And I found out that I love it too."
"But that's not me Baby... ...I think...." Cathy cut me off again,
"Mom, when we were in the bathroom and you were fingering yourself..."
I covered my face with my hands and shook my head slowly at the thought; I was so embarrassed. My daughter pulled my hands away from my face.
"...When you were cumming you said that you wanted to suck Johnny's cock too. That you wanted him to cum in your mouth too..."

I became instantly and deeply self-conscious.
"...Well... ...did you really want that? Did you want to feel Johnny's cock sliding in and out of your mouth?"
If I was feeling “funny” before…I was feeling goddamn hilarious now. I was about ready to take this whole stand-up on the road. Cathy was talking so softly and hearing her talk about Johnny's dick was making me a bit uneasy― A little anxious. I felt “control” loosen its grip. She went on.

"When you saw me with my hand around Johnny's dick, did you want it to be your hand? Did you want to walk into the room and help me jerk Johnny off?. . . . . . Mom?"
"I don't know Baby. I don't really know."
"Mom, I was looking at you watching me. I think you wanted to pretty badly. I think that if you hadn't left when you did..." Cathy moved her hand in small circles on my thigh. "...that we would have been sharing Johnny's cum. And I bet we would have shared a lot more than that."

My pussy was getting wet just listening to my daughter talk to me like this. I never pictured having this kind of conversation with anybody…let-a-lone my daughter.
"Mom, maybe you’re one of those people that are more comfortable being told what to do."
"What?" I protested.
"Well, I think that there are a lot of things that you would like to do from time to time... ...but you're too embarrassed and self-conscious to do anything about it. You don't want anybody to think that you're a ‘freak' or a `whore'."
"Well I’m not." I informed my little girl. And I think I may have done it with a little attitude.
“But you can be. In your own head and in the privacy of your own home Mom…where no one has to know. . . . . .with me.”

I was a bit taken back.
"Let me show you something..." Cathy said as she got up off the bed and walked over to her desk. She turned her computer on and then reached into her bottom desk draw. I was a bit shocked when I saw her pull out a condom. She giggled as she told me she’d taken it from her brother’s night stand. The computer came on line and Cathy promptly keyed in a site on the Internet. Within a second or two the site popped up.
"Come over here Mom. Sit next to me." She patted on her chair as she scooted over a little to make room. As I sat, I saw the name of the site.


The Forbidden Act

My brow went up and I was feeling instantly aroused. The feeling made its presence felt like slamming you tits in the top draw of your dresser. Cathy started to bring pictures up on the screen. The first one was a young man and a much older woman. It showed the young man standing in the kitchen while the older woman gave him a blowjob. The caption underneath: "Breakfast for Mom"
The second picture: An older man sitting in an old chair in what looked to be a garage. A young girl dressed in short shorts and pig-tails knelt between his legs and filled her mouth with his extremely large cock. The caption underneath: Daddy's Little Girl"
The third picture: A slightly overweight woman about 45 years old lay on a small bed with her legs spread wide to allow "Her daughter" the chance to lick her mother's pussy. The caption underneath, naturally: "Mommies Little Girl"

I started to shift around on my half of the chair a little bit. I figured that was what I was supposed to do. My eyes shifted between Cathy and the monitor until Cathy got up. "I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" I asked her as if she was leaving me at my first day of Kindergarten.
She pointed to the mouse and showed me where to click.
"Keep clicking here, I'll be right back."
She walked over to her door, quietly opened it―"Go-on" she whispered, made a “Mouse-clicking-motion” with one finger and disappeared. I turned back to the computer and clicked.
Next picture: It was a series of six pictures smaller pictures.
First: A very pretty older woman knelt down on the floor beside a small bed. A young man lay asleep on the bed.
Second: The woman had pulled the cover off the young boy to reveal him sleeping in his pajamas.
Third: A close-up of this woman reaching into the boy's pajamas.
Fourth: A close-up of the woman stroking the sleeping boy’s dick.

I was starting to move around a lot more on the chair; flirting with the edge each time I shifted my ass. I was starting to understand better what Cathy had been trying to explain to me.

Fifth: Showed a close-up of the older woman with her red lips wrapped around the boys cock; it was hard now.
And the last picture showed that the boy had submitted to the older woman's talents and had cum all over her face. The caption: "Sneaky Mom"


I have to admit that when I looked at that last picture, I thought of Johnny for a second. I clicked on another page. A picture showing a "mother" letting her "son" fuck her from behind. " Momma needs her meat"
I thought the captions were so funny but the pictures really had me excited.
Cathy walked in quietly and stood next to me by the chair.
"How's it going Mom?"

"I think I know what you mean. These pictures are really…(I settled for the word… Stimulating) I've seen pictures like this before. But the fact that these are supposed to be mothers blowing their sons or daughters... ...licking their mothers...(I said shyly) ...Well, it somehow makes it different. You were right…Hotter I guess!"
"Keep going" Cathy walked over to the bed.
"Where did you go?" I asked.
She made that same clicking gesture with her finger and nodded towards the computer so I turned around and clicked the mouse.
Next picture, A series again. Four pictures:
One: A young boy sucking on an older girl's tits.
Two: Same older girl giving same boy a hand-job.
Three: The girl sucking the young boy's dick. Her eyes were half closed and some spit or cum was running out of the corner of her mouth and down the boy's cock.
Four: Cum shooting out of the boy's cock while the girl opened her mouth wide over the head of his prick. The Caption: "I Love My brothers Cock"
And she looked like she really did too.

I turned to tell Cat that the last set of pictures had reminded me of her and Johnny. When I turned around, I saw Cathy sitting on the side of her bed near the night-light. I looked harder.
"What are you doing?" I whispered. But before she could answer, I made out what it was. She was sitting on her bed rolling the condom down over a large banana she had obviously gotten from the kitchen.
"Come here for a minute Mom. I want to show you something."
I sat there and just stared at her nervously.
"Come on; sit over there." She pointed to the far end of the bed as if the distance would help move me along quicker.

I got up slowly and did what my little girl suggested.
"What are you gunna do Cat?"
"I want to show you something."
With that said, my daughter laid the banana down on the bed and got up. I was certainly curious. I didn't know what in the world to expect. Well, I had an idea and I was scared again. She slid her jeans down to the floor and stepped out of them. My heart was in my throat pounding. She looked amazing. I was in awe. I had known her her whole life, watched her grow, my little girl…But the person standing in front of me in the dim light was no little girl.

"Cathy..." I started. She raised one finger to shut me up. It worked fine. Cathy sat at the other end of her bed with her back up against the headboard.
"How did you like those pictures?"
We were kinda far away so I leaned in a little, still afraid that we might wake someone. "They made me…warm." I told her and I smiled bashfully.
Cathy was sitting with her legs open and I could clearly see her crotch in the faint light. She asked me to tell her how they made me feel, as she fondled the banana in her hands.
"They made me feel pretty hot. The ones with the `brother & sister' kinda reminded me of you and Johnny."
"How did you like that?" Cathy started to work the condom back and forth over the banana like it was a foreskin. I was finding it a bit hard to concentrate on what I was saying.
"Well... ...It made me feel like... ...like..."
"You can say it Mom; it’s just us."
Cathy moved the tip of the banana to her crotch and made small circles on the front of her white panties.
"It made me want to play with myself, I guess."
"Why didn't you? There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

My little girl had a wicked smile on her face and she looked into my eyes as she reached with her other hand and pulled her cotton undies over to one side. Electricity shot through me when her coochie came into view. It was the first time I’d wished the lights were on. She tickled her pussy with the tip of the banana; she puckered her lips as the cool rubber of the condom made contact. She took a short quick breath and then let it out slowly as she diddled her pussy lips.

"I was afraid you might walk in, I guess. I thought about it... ...I just couldn't." I said, my eyes glued to what she was doing between her legs.
"Do you want to now Mom? Do you want to play with yourself now?"
With that, my daughter spread her legs even wider, her feet falling over opposite sides of the small bed and she began to work the banana into her young pussy…very slowly.

Between the lubrication on the condom and the slick juices that clearly, in spite of the lack of light, oozed from Cathy’s sweet coochie, the banana slid slowly in. I held my breath as I watched it disappear. She brought her feet up onto the bed and touched them together heal to heal, letting her knees falling apart. I had the perfect view as Cathy pushed her ‘dildo’ in and then pulled it out again.

"How does this make you feel Mom? Does this make you feel `funny' too?"
I watched my daughter fuck herself ever so slowly with that banana. In and out... ...in and out. The dim light cast from the small lamp on her night stand shimmered off the wetness between her legs. Glittery…Like a princess.
"This feels good" Cat moaned as the feeling briefly got the best of her and she closed her eyes and let her head fall back. "Mmmmmmmmmm."

I was starting to hear the sounds of her pleasure. I could hear the faint sucking sound that the banana made each time she pulled it all the way out of her tight little hole. Without even thinking, my own hands glided over my tits. I let my fingers roam over each round fleshy mound my blouse was hiding. I pushed against my nipples; they were stones. I closed my eyes.
"Are they hard Mom?"
My eyes shot open to find Cathy waiting for an answer, the banana most of the way in her wetness, the thumb on the hand that held her panties aside, rotating slowly back and forth over her clit, her hips beginning to gyrate in a small slow circle. I silently nodded then closed my eyes and answered, "Yeeessss."
Cathy slid down the headboard a little, pushing her ass into the mattress,
"Look at me Mom."
She arched her hips up as she worked that piece of fruit in slowly.
"This feels sooooo gooood." She cooed, barely above a whisper. I watched my beautiful daughter as she began to fuck herself with that banana not five feet from me. I thought of the picture on the Internet. The one where the young girl was licking her `mother's' pussy.

I heard myself whimper. "Mmmmmmmm.......Cathy..." I moaned as I massaged my tits; squeezing them hard, pinching and pulling at my nipples as best I could through my shirt.
I watched Cathy's hand work that dildo. I started to wonder what it would be like to put that banana in my mouth, taste it; to taste the clear liquid that covered it; (A thought that had never entered my mind before that moment) to taste my daughter's pussy. My hands were working my tits in a way that my husband never had.
"What do you want me to do Baby? Tell me what to do..." I cooed a quiet surrender.
“Take off your pants.” She whispered in a soft seductive voice. Not just a sexy tone, but a tone that lovers no doubt shared in the prelude to their lust. The fact that she was my young daughter had disappeared taking along with it any reservations I’d ever had…All senses of right and wrong.

In a second, my pants were in a ball on the floor and I stood in just my cotton panties in the poorly lit room, waiting for my next direction.

“Sit down.”
I did without hesitation.
“Face me.” She said softly.
I brought both legs up onto the bed and sat Indian-style, facing her.
Cathy removed the banana from her moist hole, laid it on the bed and pushed it past her bare feet…towards me as she leaned forward pushing with her fingertips to get it as close to me as she could. I looked at it like it was a German Chocolate cake and I was doing my second tour on the fat farm. I wanted it; biting my lip and shivering with excitement as the new me tried desperately to push the old me, the foolishly naive me, out of the way, the way two starving people might scrap for the last sliver of bread.
"Take it Mom."

Cat closed the distance between us, scooping up the banana as she moved, holding it out to me. With her free hand, she gently took hold of my ankle and moved it to one side of her, closer to the edge of the bed. “It’s OK” she assured me as she did the same thing with my other foot to the other side.
“Take this and do what I did.” She whispered as she stared between my legs. “You want to… don't you? "

She teased the top of my leg with it…tiny circles…then ever-so-slowly traced her way down my inner thigh as if time was of no concern, leaving a thin shimmering trail of slick wetness over the tiny goose-bumps on my skin. I stared at the fake cock and saw a trembling hand reach out and take it from her. When I felt it in my hand, my pussy start to pucker, to breathe on its own. I was feeling the same way I felt when I’d watched my c***dren…the same longing, the heat I’d felt in the bathroom earlier. If my shy pussy lips could form the word, they would have simple begged, “Please”.

"Oh my God" I whispered my submission.
I brought the slick banana to rest against the thin material that guarded my pussy while my other hand made small circles under my blouse in an attempt to calm the fluttering butterflies.
"That's it Mom. Put it in."
Cathy got off the bed and stepped to the edge. She reached down between my legs and let her middle finger slip along the inside of my thigh until it hooked the edge of my panties. She pulled them to the side, dragging her fingers across the swollen lips of my exposed pussy as she did.

"Oh Jesus..." I twitched and then moaned when I felt her fingertips touch me.
"Go head Mom. You want to don’t you?"
I looked down between my open legs and silently nodded my head.
I didn't care anymore. I wasn't scared to feel it. I watched myself rub the tip of that banana up and down my pussy slit. I saw, even in the dim light, how wet I already was. I watched Cat’s hand as she held my panties aside allowing a clear path to my waiting hole.
I slipped the tip of the banana into my pussy. My head fell back and my mouth dropped open.

Cathy slipped her mouth next to my ear, "Push it in Mom; make yourself feel good." She mewed. I pushed it in…all the way in. "Oh Jesus Cathy…" The feeling was amazing. Not just that fake dick sliding into me…but the whole thing…All of it…Me…My daughter…The unchecked pleasure of it all.
It slipped in and out easily. I started working it with a little more attitude now.
Cathy coached me on, "Come on... ...yeah… ...mmmmm... ...that's it Mom. Do you like it; does it feel good?"
I could feel her hot breath on my ear.

“Uh-huh. . .”
Cathy slid one arm around my back while the other still held my panties out of the way for me. She pressed her lips against my ear,
"What's it feel like Mom? Tell me what it feels like."
I was a bit surprised to hear myself answer.
"Good... ...Good Baby... ... It feels sooooo good"
“Are you thinking of the pictures Mom? The brothers and sisters... ...The little girls blowing their fathers..."
"Of fuck Baby! Yeah... Uh-huh..." I growled as I shivered and picked up my pace. I was letting go. “Old me” had put up a good fight…a long fight…but “New me” had emerged not only triumphantly, but overwhelmingly as well.
"Did you see the pictures of the Mom giving her son a blowjob?"
"Oh God... ...Yeah Cat, I saw it..."
I was starting to force the rubbery banana into my aching cunt faster and faster. I no longer had a coochie…a pussy…Now I had a cunt…and it was taking charge.
"Did you like the one that showed the little girl licking her mother's pussy? Did you like that one Mom?"

Cathy was now rubbing my clit, as she’d done her own, with the hand that held back my cotton panties. My soaked cotton panties.
"Oooooo god yes Cathy!!! I loved it Baby... Uh-huh!”
“Lay back…” Cathy slowly guided me down so that I was lying flat on her bed while I fucked myself with her makeshift cock. Her lips stayed close to my ear, her hot breath only feeding the fire.
"Did you think of me when you saw that picture?
"Yes" I blurted out. No hesitation. No indecision or regret.
"Did you think of my tongue inside your wet pussy?"
"Yes... ...Yes Cat."

My hand was moving faster. I was having a hard time staying in one place. My breathing had become noticeably harder, deeper, quicker.
“Did you wonder if I would do that; lick your pussy?”
“Yes…Yes Baby…Yes!”
"Yes what Mommy? Yes what...... .....tell me?"
“I wondered if you’d lick it…lick my pussy!”
“Did you picture me doing it?”
"Yes…yes Cat. I thought of you licking my pussy. I thought of you making me cum like in the bathroom. Oh God....God Cat... ...Do it... ...Please… Please just do it―” I heard myself beg.

Control was just a memory, a thing that I used to have. I was shoving that banana as deep as I could inside me. I could feel it softening as the muscles of my cunt pulled it in and tried to keep it.
"Hurry Baby-Lick it!! Eat me!!!” I cried out; words I’d never said out loud. “No one’s ever done it!!!! Please-eat my pusssyyyyyy!!!!!"

I’d never had anyone pleasure me orally. I’d dreamed and fanaticized about it countless times but I’ve never had the pleasure. I felt I couldn’t bring something like that up to my husband…so I just waited for him to bring it up…but he never did.
I spun my body around towards my little girl and pulled the mushy fake cock out of my pussy. I d****d my legs over the edge of the bed and spread them. With a hand on Cathy’s shoulder and a plea in my eyes, I coaxed my daughter down to the floor on her knees.
I held the banana in one hand and slid my other hand up to the back of her head. I was in that place again…The place where all I cared about was me…and the pleasure.


I held her there and brought the banana close to her mouth; my cunt throbbed with excitement and anticipation. I rubbed the wet banana over her lips. She opened her mouth and let me slip it in.
"Do you taste me?" I cooed.
She cut her eyes to me and shook her head in my hand.
“Eat my pussy Cat. Lick it for me.” I begged as I blindly tossed the banana somewhere on the bed. My words shocked me but the thrill was undeniable. It would seem that “New me” had quite a mouth on her.

Cathy leaned in, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties. I rose enough to let her pull them off; her fingertips grazing my hips and then down my legs as she pulled them down the lengths of my legs. It seemed to take forever; way longer than my cunt was willing to wait. Both the a****l between my legs and the asshole below it, sucked in, constricting and pulsing, sending shockwaves through my entire body. She pulled them over my feet and tossed them aside. I was getting ready to burst. Her soft hands made their way along my inner thighs until her fingers frames my aching slit. She leaned into me and kissed my overheated pussy on the lips.

When her pretty mouth touched me, it felt as though I’d grabbed a bolt of lighting. “Oh God!” I hissed.
I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. The thought that my daughter’s lips were the first to ever touch my pussy staggered me beyond description. She spread my slippery pussy lips with her fingers, rolled her tongue over my clit and then sucked it into her mouth like a little piece of candy; hard candy. My hands slid over my thighs and up my stomach to my chest. I ripped my blouse open, buttons flying, and squeezed my tits hard, rolling the palms of my hands over the hardness of my nipples. I moved my ass side to side on the edge of the bed and pushed against my daughter’s mouth.

“Oh God Cat. …Mmmmmmmmmm..Jesus-Yeeesssss…"
Cathy backed away from my pussy long enough to tell me that she liked the way it tasted slipped two of her fingers inside me.
"Cum Mom....Like you did in the bathroom…Cum all over my lips!" She moaned before sucking my swollen clit back into her mouth. She knew I was right on the edge.
Until that moment, I’d had no idea what I was missing all these years. If I’d have known…I would have let every boy in school do this to me. I didn’t know anything could feel that good.

"Yes-Yes-Yes Cat. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop..."
I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. Any second I might not care how loud I screamed just as long as Cathy kept doing what she was doing; making me cum. Then I heard myself say through labored breaths: "Cathy... …Cathy I.... ...I want.... ...Oh God, yes, it feels so good Baby... ...I... ...I want to suck your brother's cock!!! I… I want to…to eat his cum… Oh God!…Oh God Cat!” I was cumming hard. “…I wanna lick your pussy too Baby. I wanna make you cuuuuuummmmmm………."
The gates had been opened and my thoughts and desires came spilling out.

I pulled my daughter's head into my cunt, thrusting my pussy at her, jerking my ass up off the bed in a frantic daze. I growled deeply from somewhere down inside my chest as I released a flood of cum into Cathy’s mouth. She moaned, licked, sucked and swallowed, while I tried not to lose my mind and still stay conscious. My head rolled side to side as I pulled the end of her bedcover up to my mouth and bit down trying to keep myself relatively quiet. Her hands griped my thighs like two little vises trying to keep me in my place.

As one orgasm ended, another took its place, just as strong, just as exhilarating. Then another…slower and a tad milder, but still overwhelming. I’m not sure how long it lasted, how many orgasms that I had before falling limp on the bed with my legs dangling lifelessly over the side. Cathy gently licked and kissed my clit. I didn’t have the strength to lift a hand to stop her or the ability to speak as I tried desperately to catch my breath.
"Mmmmmmm, it tastes really good." I heard her say from between my legs.
I didn't have the strength to respond. I closed my eyes as Cathy continued to softly lick and kiss me.

I lay there, enjoying the attention my daughter was giving me. When I finally opened my eyes some time later, I pushed myself up into a sitting position to watch. I saw Cathy sitting on the floor between my legs, working her soft rubber-coated banana in and out of her own pussy while she kissed and ran her tongue slowly up and down the length of my pussy lips, sucking them in, then softly rubbing her lips over my clit again, nibbling and smacking her lips.

"I'm gunna cum Mom... ...I'm cumming!!" I hear her mumble into my pussy. She wiggled her ass into that banana and sucked hard on my clit.
"Oh my God Cathy!” The feeling flipped the switch again. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
When she came, she moaned, hummed, into my pussy and rubbed her face all over it. She sucked, roughly at first, like it just won’t come up the straw, and then much softer, more tenderly as her orgasm released her. She kissed my clit one last time and laid her beautiful face on my thigh to rest.

Eventually, Cathy got up from the floor and snuggled next to me on the bed. I’d never felt so satisfied…and exhausted.
"I think you're right." I whispered to her.
"'Bout what?"
"I think I like being told what to do."
"You sure do. I think I like it too" She giggle at me.

There was a light tap at the door...

There was a quiet tap at the door.
We flew off the bed like it was on fire. Mom and I looked at each other, her eyes were as wide as I'm sure mine were; mom was biting her lip and rolling her hands like an old woman fretting.
“Johnny probably.” I whispered, praying I was right and that it wasn’t my father. She had ended up in the middle of my room, her eyes bouncing back and forth trying to figure out which side of the sinking ship she was gunna to jump from. I was closer to the door, my shirt was open and my panties, if anyone was to look, were visibly soaked.
Mom made quick circles, spinning around trying to find her pants in the dim light.
“The closet…” I blurted out in a low whisper as I pointed to the mirrored doors with a few quick, nervous jabs of my finger. “The closet” I repeated, “Go!” I shooed her off.
She looked at me like she had no idea what language I was speaking, “What?" Her mouth asked but the volume turned down so low I couldn't hear it.

I took a step closer to her. There was another light tap on the door. I bent down and snatched her pants off the floor and handed them to her. “Go hide in the closet. Hurry up! No time to get dressed. Go! Go!”
Mom hurried to my closet, stepped in and slid the door closed. I hurried back to the door, unlocked it and opened it just a few inches to find Johnny standing there. He was bare chested, just his loose pajama bottoms on and the better half of an erection pushing at the flimsy material; his hands hung down clasped together in front of it. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it. I opened my door more.
“What’s up?” I asked, trying so hard not to sound like I was up to anything. The fact is…I was so glad that it was Johnny and not my father that I was having a hard time holding back my relief. I figured that maybe a song and dance might be a little much, so I just got on my tippy-toes and gave my brother a little peck on the cheek. He actually blushed.
“Can I come in?” Johnny asked shyly, looking down at his feet more than he looked at me.

I opened the door wider and welcomed him in. He walked in a few steps and whispered for me to shut the door, “. . . and could you maybe lock it too?” he added.
I smiled and cocked my head a little at his request and then did what he asked.
“What’s up?” I asked again with the smile still on my lips. Once in, he turned to me and asked if he could sit down. I saw then that his boner was becoming a bit more…defined. He made a halfhearted attempt to hide it with his hands as he stood there, but that was kinda like trying to hide my bed with a paper towel.

“Sure.” I told him, nodding my head towards the bed. He hurried and sat. I made my way to the bed and sat down next to him. I shot a quick glance towards the closet. One of the mirrored doors was open a tiny bit. I knew that Mom could hear us talking and I had a feeling she was going to get an ear full in a minute.
“Cathy...” my brother began. He looked nervous, more like a little brother than a big one. “I can’t seem to sleep... ...I was layin' there...” His hands shifted in his lap, fidgeting side to side and pushing down slightly while his butt looked for a more comfortable spot on my bed. There was no doubt what he wanted, but he was having a really hard time saying the words. I interrupted him, “Johnny, you don’t have to hide that...” I nodded towards his lap. He blushed a little more and sheepishly moved his hands away. I thought it was so cute.
“Wow!” I stared. “No wonder you can’t sleep.” I giggled. With his hands out of the way, I got the full affect. His dick was searching for a way out of those thin pajamas. “Well yeah. That’s kinda what I was trying to tell ya.” He was still having a hard time looking right at me. Most of his words were said to the carpet.

I wasn’t sure what my Mom could see considering the door was only open a few inches and the poor lighting in my room. The lighting wasn't very good, but it was good enough for the both of us to see the banana that I'd dropped on the floor after I was done with it. Johnny's eyes followed my gaze.
“Wow, I guess I wasn’t the only one feeling this way, huh?” He said as he seemed to ease up and relax a little bit.
“I know.” I smiled sheepishly at him. “I just finished before you knocked.”

“Oh…”
He looked disappointed. I know that Mom was probably shitting pickles in the closet and that she was probably dying to get to the safety of her own bed, but I didn’t want to send him away feeling like that. Besides, something in me started to smolder when I thought about Mom in the closet; listening, and hopefully watching. I figured she wouldn't mind staying in there a little longer if it meant that she'd get to see another episode between me and my brother...up close.
“Don’t worry...” I told him. “...I could…I mean...if you want... ...I could maybe give you a quick blowjob... ...if you want me to.”
I heard a small thump in my closet. “Holy shit!” I thought, hoping that Mom hadn’t just fainted. I pictured the sliding door giving way and Mom spilling out into the room. I wasn’t sure if my brother heard it or not. If he did, he didn’t say anything. I don't think he would have heard a flock of elephants flying into the side of the house at that point. I was pretty sure he was too caught up in what I’d just said to him to care about anything else.

Thinking of Mom in the closet gave me an idea.

I leaned into my brother. “I really want to blow you.” I told him softly. My words made my pussy pucker a bit. The thought of having his cock in my mouth again turned the smoldering into a small flame. “…but do you think you could do something for me?” I asked like the little slut that I’d recently become so comfortable with.
Johnny practically fell over himself, “Sure Cat... ...sure, anything. Like what?”
“You think you could sit on this chair over here.” I asked as I got up off the bed and scooted over to my desk. I grabbed my chair and slid it over towards the closet doors. “Maybe you could sit on it here…in front of the mirror.” His eyes got a little bigger. “You know…so I can watch myself doing it?”

“Oh wow!” Johnny really seemed to like the idea. “Sure….That sounds pretty cool.” He tells me with a huge smile on his face; his dick now making a pretty good size tent in his lap. Johnny was more than happy to do as I asked. As I placed the chair next to the mirror, I peeked into the darkness of my closet. I could see my Mom’s eyes. They were wide and excited. I winked at her and she covered her mouth with her hand as if she was about to say something but then realized it would have been a mistake. The front leg of the chair was just a little ways from the opening and about a foot or so away from the mirror; Johnny's right shoulder almost against the mirror. I stood blocking the open crack so that Johnny wouldn’t see in.

I told my brother to come over as I patted the seat of the chair.
“Come on…” I whispered, “…Sit.”
He was sitting down almost before I’d finished the words. He sat holding the sides of the chair like he might fall off if he didn’t.
“Do you…Do you want me to take my…my pajamas off or...” I cut him off.
“No, let me do it.” I quickly spit out. I didn’t want to take the chance of him leaning forward and noticing the pair of wide eyes that were waiting to see what was gunna happen next. My heart was going like a freight train by now. I couldn’t help but shake my head, not believing what was happening; what I was doing…What I was about to do…..Not only was I going to take my brother’s pajamas off so that I could give him a blowjob... ....but I was gunna do it so my Mom could watch.
“Jesus...” I whispered.
It was a pretty hard thing to get my head around considering that a week ago...something like this would have never even entered my mind. Life turns on a dime, doesn’t it? "Dear God!" I thought for a second. "What might I be doing a week from now?"

“What?” Johnny asked. He was concerned. Maybe he thought I was having second thoughts but he couldn't have been further from the truth.
“I can’t believe this, that’s all.”
He settled back in the chair with a big smile, shaking his own head now. “I know, right?” he whispered back.
“Mom and Dad would share a heart attack if they knew.” He added, still shaking his head. He was half right. Dad would have a heart attack. If Mom had one, it would be for a totally different reason. I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears. I could only imagine what Mom felt like huddled up in that closet waiting.

I leaned down and hooked my fingers into the waist band of his pajamas; he lifted his ass up off the chair a little. I slid them down just enough to free his cock. It sprang straight up, happy as a puppy waging its tail. It was glad to be free. I know I heard a quiet gasp from inside the closet. I closed my eyes and waited, like a burglar waiting for the consequences of stepping on that goddamn squeaky dog toy while making his way to the good silverware in the dead of night. But nothing happened. I guess Johnny was too caught up in the moment to be bothered with little creeks and noises...After all, his little sister was about to suck his dick...Again.

I stepped around the chair, took a deep breath. (You would have thought I was about to launch myself off a bridge with thin rubber bands tied around my feet...in a loose bow) I glanced through the dark crack at the two large, round eyes that were all but sticking through the opening, and knelt down at the side of the chair, resting my boobs on top of Johnny's thigh. I closed my fingers around my brother’s hard prick and heard my mother gasp. Again I waited for John's response. He was oblivious to everything but his cock and my hand.

I caught my reflection in the mirror as I began to slowly squeeze my brother’s hardness. (Hardness, being a gross understatement. With a dick like his in each hand...I could probably fight out an angry tribe of nasty baboons.) A sharp wind blew on the small flame inside me and it burst into something more wild…less controllable. I knew that my Mother could see the same scene that I saw in the mirror and that really turned me on.
“God Johnny, you’re really, really hard.”

“I know. I…I can’t help it.” He says to me. I thought it was so cute that he was so shy and almost apologetic about it.
“Why didn’t you come to my room earlier?” I asked, although I was really glad he hadn’t.
“I…I was waiting until (His eyes were locked on the hand that slowly stroked his cock) until I was pretty sure that Mom and Dad were asleep.” (He should have waited a little longer) That was kinda ironic. I smiled and snuck a peek into the closet. I could see my Mom’s eyes right up to the crack. She had gotten down on her knees to get a better view.

I knew that Johnny couldn’t see Mom... ...but deep down… …I really didn’t care if he could or not. I kinda wanted my brother to know that Mom was watching. I wanted all of us to be able to do stuff like this without hiding it from each other. That was assuming that Johnny wouldn’t freak out. I remembered that he wasn’t so "ready to go" the first time I told him he could cum on my tits, but I figured at this point…Well…He might be a little better...prepared.

I watched in the mirror as my hand moved up and down on my brother’s dick. I could feel his heart beat in my hand. I moved my face closer and watched myself in the mirror. I began stroking Johnny a little faster. He let his head fall back and he closed his eyes while he quietly moaned. “That feels so-o-o-o-o good Cat.”
Looking in the darkness of my closet, I moved closer and kissed my brother’s cockhead. I kissed the rim and then moved down its length, kiss after tiny kiss; the whole time staring into the closet at my mother's eyes.
“Oh Christ Cat!” I heard Johnny whisper.

Just before I opened my mouth to swallow his dick, I heard a loud moan sneak out of the closet. I know that Johnny heard it but I’m pretty sure he must have thought it was me. I smiled and took Johnny’s stiff cock into my mouth. I took as much as I could without choking. I moaned and then slid my mouth off my brother’s dick.
“Let me pull your pajamas all the way off.” I told him.
I got them off his feet and threw them out of my way. I looked at myself again in the mirror. “Hold on a sec.” I whispered.

I ran to my dresser and grabbed a hair tie. I quickly pulled my hair back into a neat ponytail that sat up high on the back of my head. I wanted all three of us to get a clear look at me while I gave Johnny his blow job. I moved in close to the chair again and knelt at John's left side. As I did this I worked my right arm under his left leg and brought his leg up and over my head until the back of his knee rested on my right shoulder and his leg hung down my back. I looked into the mirror. What a sight. This would give my Mom a great view. I circled around Johnny’s thigh with my right hand and grabbed a hold of his beautiful cock; my left hand pushed his right leg towards the mirror. With his legs spread wide, I cupped his balls with my left hand, craned my neck, and sucked the purple head of his dick into my mouth.

All at once I began stroking his cock while I bobbed my head up and down. I slid my other hand down, grabbed his balls and rolled them between my fingers.
“Mmmmmm... ...Cat...” He seemed to really like that.
I moaned around his cock, “Mmmmmm...Hmmmmmm...” as I looked in the mirror.
I didn’t realize how hot it would be watching myself do this to my brother. It was kinda like being in a porn movie. I glanced in my closet. My Mom had slid the door open another inch or so. I could see more of her face as she watched me blowing her son.

I took Johnny’s dick out of my mouth to ask him how it felt. I knew how it felt, but I wanted to hear the words.
“It feels great Cat. Don’t stop... ...it feels so good.” I continued jerking my brother off and sucking his dick. With Johnny’s legs spread, I pointed my brother’s cock towards the opening where my mother squatted to watch what I was doing. Her face was about a foot and a half away from her son’s pulsing cock and her daughter’s hungry mouth. I thought that if I could get him excited enough (And I didn’t think that would be a problem) that he could easily reach that opening with a stream or two of his thick, hot cum. That was my goal now. I wanted to splash my mother, who was watching me blow my brother, in the face with a load of her own son's hot cum... ...I wanted her to taste it, feel it on her lips. I wanted him to shoot his cum through the crack and into my mother’s mouth. I continued to suck and stroke John’s dick like that was the only thing in the world.

“Mmmmmmmm...” I moaned around his dick, knowing how he loved the way that felt. “...Does it feel good Johnny? Do you like this?” I stopped long enough to ask. I asked the way a good whore would be paid good money to ask.
“Oh yeah Cat! Fuck... ...God yes!”
“Are you gunna cum for me? I want to watch you cum all over my face Johnny! I’m gunna watch myself while I make you cum all over my face and in my mouth...OK?”
“Yessss Cat... ...Yessss!” He began to move his ass around a little now unable to sit still. I picked up my speed and tightened my grip some. Now I was working his cock pretty fast.

All of a sudden I had a great idea. I slowed down, almost stopping. I didn’t want him to cum just yet. Besides, I figured this might make him cum even harder when I was finely ready for him to do it. I whispered up to him as I rubbed the pre-cum and my spit over his cock with my fingertips, slowly, teasing.
“Johnny, I want to do something.” I told him.