Kathy Andrews - Mom made them do it

Susan Meyers was having trouble with the light.

She sat on the tall stool, one heel hooked in the highest rung, the other leg out with her foot flat on the floor. She looked at the canvas before her and frowned. It wasn't the way she wanted it.

On the foot-high platform near the huge window were her models, Tommy and Julie. They were wearing the Roman-like togas she had made specifically for this painting. She looked at her children with the frown still on her face. Tommy was kneeling before his sister on one knee the other knee was up with his hand resting on it. He was facing his sister who sat on a chair a foot higher than the platform.

Susan looked closer and almost gasped.

From the angle of her son's position, she could see his toga skirt was up and she was positive that it was his cock that she was looking at. And if it was his cock, then her son wasn't wearing shorts. His cock was not just dangling there; it was hard. The head of Tommy's prick was holding the hem of the toga up. Susan glanced at her, daughter, wondering if Julie was aware of her brother's hard on. But the girl's face did not show anything. She sat there with a sweet innocent expression, and didn't appear to be breathing at all.

Susan followed her son's eyes, and this time she did gasp.

From the positions of her daughter and son, Susan realized that Tommy was gazing underneath Julie's short toga. It was now for the first time that Susan realized she had made those costumes far too short

To confirm her suspicions Susan got off the high stool and moved toward her children. She stood next to her son and looked at her daughter trying to make her expression thoughtful and critical. She found that with her head close to Tommy's she could look up Julie's toga and see her daughter's cunt. So that explained her son's hard on, she thought, as she went back to the canvas.

Susan wasn't horrified; she felt a strange, pleasant sensation, mostly between her own long, slim, creamy thighs. She smiled to herself as she dabbed paint on the canvas, not interested now in contrast or color. She looked at the way her son's cock held his toga up, and now she could see that it was dripping from his piss hole.

There was a sudden contraction of her cunt, and Susan moaned softly. She felt an excitement bubbling within her body that she had not felt in a long time. There was a flush on her flesh, and her tits swelled. Her nipples became rubber hard. She felt the throbbing pleasure of her cut as she gazed at Tommy's cock. Susan began to wonder what his cock would feel like in her hand, rubbing along her thighs thrusting into her cunt.

It had been a long, long time since she had been fucked. In fact, ever since her divorce two years ago. She had managed to shove her erotic nature to the back of her mind, expending her sexual energy in her painting. But now it was coming back, and with a force that sent her mind reeling.

"Take a break, kids," she said, her voice unusually thick and low. "We'll get back to this in a few minutes."

Susan left them and went to the kitchen, where she pulled soft drinks from the refrigerator and took them back to her makeshift studio. She found her son sitting on the platform, gazing unabashedly under his sister's toga Susan noted that this time Julie was certainly aware of the exposure. She was sitting in her chair with her knees apart and the bottom of the toga almost in her lap. Tommy's cock was making a tent of his garment. A spot of moisture seeped through the cloth where the prick head pressed. Pretending she was not aware of this, Susan gave her children the soft drinks and sat on the floor near her son. She crossed her legs and the paint-smeared jeans pulled tight. She felt the crotch of her pants pressing against her suddenly steaming cunt and it felt very good.

"We've got perhaps an hour of light left," she told them. "How do you feel?"

"We can stand another hour, Mother," Julie said, tucking her toga between her legs.

Susan looked at her daughter's thighs, seeing how smooth and lovely they were. Julie was two years older than her brother, and exceptionally beautiful, Her dark blonde hair was long and slightly wavy, and her blue eyes flashed with a wicked sparkle. She was forever moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. She was a sexy little bundle, Susan thought. She wondered if Julie was getting fucked, and that made her wonder if her two children were playing around with each other. It was obvious to her that Julie knew very well that her young brother had been gazing at her pussy.

They finished the soft drinks, then Susan went back to her canvas. Her children went into their pose, and she dabbed more paint, still not paying any attention to it. Her eyes searched out her son's cock again. She saw that Julie had her legs apart once more, the toga in her lap. She was amazed that her children could sit there looking that way and keep their expression blank. Her cunt was bubbling hot, and she had to fight hard to keep her expression calm.

Finally, she called it a day.

As Julie stood up and stretched, the toga lifted higher until the creamy curves of her ass were exposed. Tommy's eyes gazed hotly at his sister's ass, his cock pressing his garment out. Susan's cunt throbbed crazily as she put her paints away.

The answer to her silent question came that very night.

Susan had just gotten out of the shower when she heard soft moans and whimpers. She knew without a doubt what those sounds meant, but she felt an overpowering urge to make sure. Slipping into the hall, she went toward the sounds, and found Tommy with his sister in her bedroom.

"Do you think mom noticed?" she heard her son asking.

"Not mother," Julie's voice replied. "She's always so involved in painting; she never pays any attention to what we're doing."

"I like seeing you that way," Tommy, said. "Tomorrow, why don't you hold your legs open farther? I could hardly see your cunt this afternoon, Julie."

"Okay," Julie giggled. "I'll make sure you can see my pussy real good tomorrow. Right now I'm so fucking hot, Tommy! Come on let me jack your cock! You can finger fuck my cunt, too."

Susan's breath was burning in her lungs as she listened to her children. Her tits were quite swollen and her nipples pressed at her gown. Her cunt was twitching hotter than it had in years, and the inside of her legs was becoming slippery. The door to her daughter's bedroom was not closed all the way, so she peeked through the narrow opening.

Julie and Tommy were sitting on the bed. Her daughter was wearing a shorty baby-doll gown, but she was naked beneath it. Tommy was in his pajama bottoms, but his cock was standing out throbbing in hardness. Susan saw her son sprawl back on the bed while Julie got onto her hands and knees.

Julie took hold of her brother's cock and began jacking up and down. Susan saw her son slip his hand between his sister's thighs, and then his finger slithered into the wet, hairy pussy.

"You're sure hard tonight, Tommy!" Julie giggled softly as her fist pumped his prick. "You really get hot when we pose with hardly any clothes on, don't you?"

"You do, too," he said, working his finger in and out of her cunt. "Your cunt was wet, Julie."

"It sure was!" Julie agreed. "I bet mother never knew your cock was hard, either!"

Susan's eyes were almost unfocused as she stared at her children through the slit in the door. She could see her daughter's hand rubbing Tommy's cock, and it sent a thrill of hot pleasure racing up and down her spine. Her steaming pussy began to throb between her thighs, and her clit seemed ready to explode. She turned her eyes to her daughter's round, firm ass waving about in the air. The cheeks were fully revealed because Tommy had shoved the gown up to her waist and Susan could watch his finger plunge in and out of Julie's surprisingly cute pussy. There were moist sounds coming from the room, and Susan pressed the heel of her hand hard against her burning cunt.