Kathy Andrews
Mom wants golden showers

CHAPTER ONE

Janet was confused.

After years of living alone, she now had the twins with her. She wasn't accustomed to the noise they made, the sudden burst of giggles from Shari, or the teasing laughter of her brother, Barry. She wasn't used to the racing and wrestling in the house. She wasn't used to reminding them to take their baths at night, or checking their clothing, or doing so much laundry, or preparing so much food.

Most of all, Janet wasn't accustomed to the lack of modesty her twins showed. She had been shocked to find they thought nothing of using the bathroom, either bathing or taking a piss, with the door left wide open. She was shocked at the words they sometimes used, words like shit, cocksucker, motherfucker.

Janet couldn't deal with it.

She couldn't even talk to her twins about their behavior.

She was too embarrassed.

All her life, Janet had been passive, obliging those stronger than herself. She wasn't meek, but she was simply a woman that took joy in pleasing others. She was quiet, often times exhibiting a shyness that was somewhat deceptive. Her shyness was an attractive aspect of her personality, but beneath it was a smoldering passion.

Yet, Janet's passion was a problem, too.

She could not be the aggressor. She required leading, being told, and perhaps even forced. In that way, Janet could justify her raging, lusty hungers. Janet knew she was lying to herself, but no one else did. She wanted to be aggressive, to reach out and take what passion, what erotic pleasures others seemed to accept so easily, but she just couldn't do it. She was ashamed of the bubbling hungers in her body, of her burning, demanding cunt.

Her passive nature had lost the twins for her when her husband divorced her. She simply could not fight for them, not in public. She gave in too easily, and her ex-husband had used that to gain the twins. Now, he was dead, and she had them.

But she didn't know what to do with them. They had been with her only a week, and Janet had walked past the bathroom when her son was climbing into the shower, and she had seen his body. She had seen his ass and his cock and balls.

As Barry slid the shower doors closed, he had glanced at her unconcerned.

Now Janet was trying to concentrate on knitting, but the blare of the television was making her head ache. Shari and Barry were sitting on the floor, absorbed in the stupid game show, with grown men and women jumping up and down and screaming like a crowd of idiots. She never could understand how anyone could become so excited over winning a little money.

Putting her knitting aside, Janet massaged her temples, wishing she could simply turn the television off. Shari and Barry were dressed for bed.

Barry wore pajamas, and Shari had on a baby doll gown that Janet considered a bit too revealing. She could see the way Shari was leaning over, her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hand. And she could see how the top of her skimpy garment fell away from her chest. She could see a pink nipple there, and so could Barry.

Janet could not resist a peek at the front of her son's pajamas. But even as she glanced there, a flush crept over her face. She was sure that his cock was outlined, but then again, it could be her imagination. She was having trouble with her imagination lately. She thought she had seen her son's cock very hard inside his pants earlier that evening. She thought she had seen Shari brush the back of her hand over his crotch, thought she had heard a lewd giggle her daughter made at the brief touch.

Crossing her legs, Janet folded her arms beneath her tits and tried to see what was so interesting about grown men and women in strange costumes jumping about and screeching at something the show's host had said.

A movement drew her gaze back to the twins.

She turned toward them. She saw Shari's small hand on her brother's knee, and it was moving, caressing slowly. She noticed her son responding to the touch by his sister, his cock was clearly outlined inside his thin pajama.

Janet's breath caught in her throat, and she couldn't speak. She could only sit there and watch the display of erotic touching between her twins. She stared at Shari's hand sliding along her twin brother's thigh. Janet stared as if mesmerized, unable to move. She saw Barry lean close to his sister and whisper to her. Whatever it was Barry said, Shari giggled and quickly darted her hand to his cock.

Janet swallowed her gasp of surprise.

Shari closed her fingers about her brother's cock, feeling through his pajamas, playing with his prick, stroking it. Janet could hardly believe what she was seeing. She felt as if she should say something, let them know she could see what they were doing, tell them to stop.

Shari was moving her little hand on Barry's cock, actually jacking him, Janet saw. Janet's eyes became wide, but they became glassy, too. She didn't want it, but she was reacting to what she was watching. Her tits swelled up tightly, her nipples throbbing with stiffness, and her cunt started to pulsate in the crotch of her panties.

Janet was hardly aware that she was rocking her crossed foot, the rhythmic ripples of her inner thighs caressing her cunt. She was only aware of what she was seeing, what she was feeling.

As if they were alone, Shari slipped her hand into the waist of her brother's pajamas, and it was obvious to Janet that Shari was holding his cock, perhaps squeezing it, stroking it. Both Shari and Barry kept their eyes on the television though, as if they weren't doing anything except watching the program.

Janet wondered how her daughter could do something like that, with her sitting on the couch, in the room with them. How could such a sweet, lovely little girl be so blatant? How long had they been doing that? Did her ex-husband know? Did her ex-husband teach them, do it with them? Did he allow such a wicked thing?

Janet gazed with fixed eyes at her son's crotch, watching Shari's hand move. Barry was breathing faster, and Shari pumped faster. Now and then, Shari would look down at her brother's lap, too, her eyes shining brightly. The shoulder of her baby doll gown had fallen to her upper arm, and her small, sugary tit was exposed.

Janet's foot rocked faster, her cunt very juicy now, making the crotch of her nylon panties very wet. Her cunt had not been so wet in a very long time. She had not felt the sensations of that delicious, pulsating heat in along time. Her clit was inflamed, itching, throbbing.

Moisture was forming on Barry's pajamas where the head of his cock pressed. Janet could see it become a larger circle, see Shari's little fist pump up and down, jerking on Barry's cock.

Janet's tits rose and fell as she fought to keep her breathing even and quiet. Her eyes stared with moist heat, her lips parted.

Before Barry came, Shari slipped her hand from his pajamas, her bright eyes glancing into her brother's. They had passed a silent message to each other, and they stood. Neither looked at Janet as they started from the room. Janet saw her son's cock shoved hard against the front of his pajamas, and she noticed they were holding hands as they walked. The hem of Shari's baby doll didn't quite cover the ruffled, little-girl panties on her small ass.

Sensing the twins were leaving the room out of excitement, Janet sat on the couch, her body shaking, all kinds of ideas running through her mind. She waited as her cunt throbbed, and decided she had to see what they were up to. But Janet knew that no matter what it was, she would be unable to say anything to them.

Her legs trembled as she stood up. She felt nervous, apprehensive, unsure of herself. She walked quietly down the hall, and just as she suspected, Shari and Barry were in his room, and they had not bothered to close the door. They were so confident, and Janet couldn't understand why.

She looked in.

Her daughter had removed her baby doll gown and her ruffled panties hung on one ankle. Shari was lying back on Barry's bed, her slim legs opened wide. Janet saw her daughter's tits. They were small, with little, pink nipples jutting up with hardness. She saw Shari's naked body, her flat stomach, and the sugary slit of her pink, little cunt. She could even see Shari's tiny clit strain up from her cunt-slit.

Barry was on his knees between Shari's open legs. He had removed his pajama bottoms, but not his top. Janet saw his cock stick out in full hardness, his cock-head smooth and swollen, his prick-shaft throbbing. She saw his hairless balls, tight and hot looking. Barry had his hand near his sister's cunt and he began to stroke his cock with his other hand. Shari was gazing at his prick hotly, gasping softly, eager, willing.

"I get to put it in next week," Barry said to his sister.

"I can't wait, Barry," Shari mewled softly, twisting her naked, little ass on the bed. "I sure do wanna feel it in me!"

Janet couldn't breathe. They were talking about fucking, but why wait until next week? What significance was that? Janet didn't know.

"I do, too," Barry replied, stroking his cock as he caressed his sister's pussy. "You sure look hot and tight, Shari."

"You know my pussy is tight," Shari giggled softly. "You've had your finger in it a lot of times!"

"Do you think my cock will fit okay?"

"You know what Daddy said!" Shari replied. "He said your cock would fit just right."

Janet's mind was spinning. Her ex-husband did know!

Barry leaned forward, pushing the head of his cock against his sister's cunt. He smashed his pisshole upon her small clit. Shari gave a soft squeal, shoving her cunt to him.

Holding his cock against his sister's cunt! Barry pumped his fist back and forth. Shari held her small ass up from the bed, her chin tucked down, her young eyes glittering with a passion that surprised Janet.

Janet was so fascinated by what she was watching, she stood in the open door, and the twins could have seen her if they had looked that way.

"I like to feel your cock push on my cunt," Shari moaned. "I like the way it smashes me!"

"I bet you'll cum again, Shari," Barry moaned, jacking on his cock faster. "I bet you'll cum when I do!"

"Ooooh. I wanna cum," Shari gurgled. "I love to cum, Barry! I bet when you fuck me! I'll cum and cum for a long time!"

"You like it when I cum on your cunt, Shari?"

"Oh, yes, Barry!"

"I'm gonna cum all over your cunt, Shari!"

"Hurry! I wanna feel your jizz on my pussy!"

Janet leaned against the door, hardly believing what she was watching and hearing.

Shari loved it. Her little ass was twisting, pushing up, wanting the pressure of her brother's cock on her hot, little cunt.

"Are you ready! Shari?" Barry grunted.

"I'm ready, Barry!"

"Okay, here it comes!"

Janet saw his cock gush, saw his prick spray hot cum-juice over his sister's cunt. She watched it with smoldering eyes, and she watched Shari writhe her naked, little ass wildly, gurgling. Barry jerked at his spewing cock, drenching his twin sister's cunt completely.

"Ooooh, now I'm cumming!" Shari gasped. "Oh, it's so good, Barry! My pussy is cumming."

"I see it," Barry groaned, watching his sister's cunt-lips pulsate, glistening now with his sister's cum-juice.

Since his cock was not spurting, he pulled it away, and sat on his heels staring at his sister's cunt as Shari twisted her ass about in rapture.

Janet slipped out of sight, leaning against the wall near the open door, her eyes closed. She was trembling badly, and her cunt was burning with a fierce heat that was strange, a heat she had not felt before. The crotch of her panties was soaked, and she could even feel her pussy juices slide slowly along her inner thighs. Her tits felt as if they were going to burst from her chest, and her nipples ached with stiffness. She wanted to move, to flee to her room, but her legs were wobbly. She was afraid if she moved now, she would fall. She listened to the heavy breathing of the twins then their soft words came to her.

"Next Monday, Barry said. "I get to fuck you next Monday, Shari! Are you looking forward to it as much as I am?"

"You know I am, Barry," Shari replied. "You know I've been wanting you to fuck me for a long time. I bet if Daddy wasn't dead, he'd say we could fuck now. Whats a few more days, anyway?"

"We promised," he said. "We promised Dad we wouldn't fuck until our birthday."

"It sure is hard to wait that long," Shari complained. "I like it when you use your finger in me, or my own fingers, but I wanna feel your hard cock in me awful bad!"

"Well, Monday is our birthday, and we're gonna fuck all night!" Barry promised. "And we'll fuck every day, too!"

Janet had not remembered the twin's birthday. So that was why they had to wait. Her ex-husband had known all the time, and they had promised him to wait until their birthday. But what else had they been doing? What had they been doing with their father? What had their father taught them, told them?

"Do you believe what he said about Mom?" Barry asked.

Janet held her breath, listening closely. "Sure, why would he tell us a lie like that?" Shari replied.

"I don't know," Barry answered. "But I think he was right. Mom hasn't said anything to us yet, and I'm always taking a piss with the door open."