Special thanks to volunteer editor Tincup6074. Without Tincups help, I would still be floundering. Of the twelve volunteer editors contacted, only Tincup and Jack2303 responded. Kind of sad but I guess that's the reality of asking for something for nothing. Hope you enjoy this special incest story. All errors are mine.
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"Good morning mother," Kaitlin Winslow said as she greeted her mother with a hug and a kiss. "and happy birthday, you don't look a day over forty."
"Thank you Kate and I guess I'll take that as a compliment," her mother said in an uncharacteristically stiff manner. Kate caught her mother's odd tone of voice but ignored it for the moment.
"You should. You look great," Kate said as she took a moment to admire her mother. She thought she carried her weight well on her five-foot, three-inch body, and she knew from pictures of her that she still had the same smooth and enticing curves of her youth. Her breasts were full and round but it was her incredibly butt and sinewy legs that made young men make fools of themselves when they flirted with her. "You're awfully busy for so early in the morning. I thought you'd be sleeping in." Her mother was cutting fruit for a salad. There was already a large bowl almost filled next to her. "No one's going to be here for hours and don't we have a caterer? How come you're doing their work?"
Bea was too close to tears and regretted answering so quickly, "Yes of course we have a caterer, but I have them doing so much already and I happen to enjoy doing little things like this." Today should have been a day of celebration for her but so far it wasn't, in fact, she was miserable. Her pride had been deeply hurt earlier and now she was doing her best to hide it from her daughter.
"Suit yourself," Kate said giving her a quizzical look.
Letting out a mournful sniffle, Bea said, "Coffee's fresh, and breakfast is warming in the oven." She wiped her hands on her lace apron and stared blankly out the back window, absentmindedly mincing the melon into pea size pieces. "Eat up, there's a lot to do before everyone arrives."
Cheerfully Kate said, "You've already made breakfast, wonderful. I'm famished." She opened the oven and peered in. The sweet aroma of French toast and bacon filled the room "How nice, my favorites." Kate didn't know what was bothering her mother but knew she was prone to dramatics and figured she'd wait for her to give a hint as to what was bothering her. If it was something dreadful, she would eventually tell her. She always did but until then, she'd let Bea play out her martyrs role a little longer.
"There's ham too," Bea said trying to sound more cheerful. It didn't work.
Kate filled her plate. "This and coffee will be good for now Mom, thanks."
Wanting to at least get her mother to talk about whatever it was that was bothering her; Kate set down her plate and came up behind her and placed her hands on her mother's firm bottom. She gave each firm butt cheek a familiar squeeze and whispered sexily into her ear, "Is the birthday girl horny? We could fool around a little before everyone gets up. Want me to go down on you? You know I'd love to Mom." She kissed her mother's neck lightly as she caressed her butt. Playfully she cooed, "Want me to Mommy? Want your little girl to get between your legs and make you all happy?"
As wonderful as that sounded, Bea shook her head and answered much too forcefully, "No I don't want you to go down on me, there's too much to do and I wish you would stop that," she said moving away from Kate's hands. "I'm not in the mood."
"That's a first," Kate said frowning.
Kate was concerned now. Her mother had never turned down an offer to go down on her before. She was worried now and wasn't going to be put off so easily. She took in how her mother was dressed. She was wearing one of her very short and stylish tennis skirts that she favored. Kate playfully lifted the hem a few inches to admire the sexy lace panties she was wearing. "These look pretty hot Mom," she said moving her hands over them. "Are you planning on playing tennis with the girls or just playing with the girls?" It was a little joke between the two of them. Her mother didn't play tennis, and there were no tennis courts. Beatrice Kenny was a lesbian and favored short, sexy tennis skirts and plump young ladies. Kate gave her mother's well-toned butt a playful pinch and asked, "Anyone I know?"
"Never you mind, and please stop that, Kate," Bea said, brushing her daughter's hand away again. Despite the hurt she felt inside, her daughter's offer to make love had been tempting. What mother wouldn't enjoy having her daughter between her legs making love to her pussy?
"Cranky," Kate teased.
Frustrated, Bea stopped what she was doing long enough to take note of her daughter's appearance. "You look like a little waif by the way. Why haven't' you dressed?" Kate was wearing a much too small t-shirt that might have been blue at one time and an even skimpier pair of panties that were pulled up tight between her pussy lips. The crotch was moist and two smooth pussy lips stood out perfectly between the pulled in clothe of her underwear. Bea next noticed how hard her daughter's nipples were, hard as gum drops, she impish thought. Bea's tongue licked at her lips as she stared hungrily at her daughter's exciting body. She sniffed Kate's face and frowned. "From the way you look and smell, I assume you've had a very active morning with my son in-law. And is that what I think it is?" She asked pointing to Kate's cheek. "Is that...?"
Kate touched her face and felt something dry and crusty. She scraped if off with her fingertip and examined it. She laughed. "Cum? Yes, I guess it is. For being so grumpy, you're pretty observant. My husband-or should I say, your little boy, and I woke up feeling a little frisky." David had gone down on her and then she'd given him a blowjob. Some of his cum must have ended up on her face. She licked at the corners of her mouth and offered her lips to her mother. "Want to taste him?"
"Don't be crude, Kate," Bea said turning away. She instantly regretting not taking her daughter up on her offer. Just because she was a lesbian didn't mean she didn't enjoy a few heterosexual vices. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she enjoyed the taste of her husband's and son-in laws semen.
"Just being polite," Kate laughed. "I know how much you enjoy my husband's spunk." She put her arm around her mother and asked, "So are you going to tell me what's put you in such a mood this morning?"
Bea gave her a stiff harrumph. "I'm not in a mood and I'm not grumpy, thank you."
"Well something's wrong? First you don't want me to go down on you and then you turn down David's cum. That's not like you mother. Should I be worried?" Kate put her lips to her mother's long neck and nibbled. "Or do you just need warming up?"
"Of course not and please stop doing that, nothing's wrong," Bea said pulling away from Kate's lips. "I've too much to do for such silliness." She silently regretted how harsh she sounded.
Kate searched for a reason her mother was so upset now. "I should have made David use a rubber. I'm sorry I didn't. We all know how much you enjoy your Trojan twists. It would have made a great early birthday present."
That made Bea smile. "That would have been thoughtful, I'm sorry you didn't." Swallowing her son-in-laws semen directly from the rubbers Kate saved for her was the one of the few heterosexual pleasures Bea allowed herself.
"I didn't know you were up otherwise I would have," she said kissing her mother's cheek. "Speaking of Trojans, is Daddy up?" Bea acknowledged her daughter's double meaning and gave out a short laugh.
"Isn't he always?" Her pussy immediately started to convulse and she had to squeeze her thighs together to stop trembling coming from between them.
"Hmmm, yes he is," Kate dreamily replied. She was still horny and couldn't wait to fuck her father this morning. She rubbed her breasts against her mother's back and whispered, "How is he?"
Just thinking about her husband and daughter fucking made Bea's pussy wet. "He's restless...as usual." She couldn't stop the little smile from forming at the corners of her mouth. She knew what her daughter was asking. A dirty part of her wanted to say, 'Your father has one his incredible erections that you enjoy so much and I'm sure he'll be down to fuck you shortly,' but of course didn't. She was still too upset to joke around about her husband and daughter's incest. The phone call she'd gotten earlier made it impossible to feel happy.
"Restless, huh? I like restless!" Kate said forgetting her mother's mood for the moment and rubbed her breasts hard across her mother's back. She knew that what Bea was telling her was that her father was as horny as she was. Kate dropped her hand over her damp pussy and pressed a fingertip between the deep crease of her tight panties and rubbed her excited clit. "I just happen to be restless too."
"What a surprise," Bea Kenny said under her breath. She knew she was being bitchy but she felt she had a right to be.
"I heard that mother." Kate didn't know what was upsetting her mother this morning but thought it time to find out. She put her arms around her and hugged her. "What's going on Mom? Are you really that upset that I didn't make David use a rubber when I sucked him off. "
Bea shrugged and said, "Of course not. I'm sure you enjoyed yourself, and stop asking what's wrong with me. Nothing's wrong, I'm just fine, thank you."
"There must be something. When I offered to go down on you, you practically bit my head off." She moved her hands over her mother's breasts and softly asked, "Come on, you can tell me. Are you upset that I asked about Daddy?" Her fingers found her mother's nipples and lightly teased them.
"No, of course not," Bea said tight lipped. As much as she wanted to push Kate's hand from her breasts, they felt too good. "And it has nothing to do with your father." She let out an exasperated sigh and placed her hands over Kate's to make sure her daughter held them even harder. "You and your over sexed father never cease to amaze me though. You both act like two horny teenagers."
"You should talk mother," Kate giggled as she felt her mother's nipples harden. "Daddy didn't try to get into your knickers last night did he," she asked teasingly. "Is that why you're so grumpy?"
