Wanda Teaches Her Daughters To Fuck
Not intended for readers under 18 years of age. Please go away NOW if hardcore, kinky sex between women offends you. The theme of this story is INCEST between female adults.
Pete and Wanda spent the Friday night at a restaurant in Wattford, England. It was the start of the Summer Vacation and their two of their three children were at home, looking forward to a whole ten weeks off school. The eldest, Brett, was twenty-one and a junior at University; he had come home long enough to pack his camping gear, then he was off with his pals to Manchester for two weeks. Krystal & Tiffany, their 20 year old twins, were University sophomores. Pete was a firefighter, tall and rugged and very physically fit for a man of thirty-nine. He had short brown hair and blue eyes and looked very smart that evening in his black suit, white cotton shirt and black silk tie.
His wife, Wanda, was thirty-eight years old, a pretty, sexily-built blond who simply oozed sexuality. A proud nymphomaniac , she was fortunate enough to have married a man who more than able to satisfy her limitless sexual appetites. She was five-five and slender, with long honey-blonde hair, big dark eyes, and a sweet smile .She was built like a brick shit-house: 40DD-24-38. She wore a little black dress, low cut to show off her cleavage, and had received numerous admiring stares from both male and female diners. Wanda had a great ass, round and firm, and she liked showing it off with dresses such as this which tightly hugged her curvy butt.
The couple were grade school sweethearts who had married right after high-school. They'd started their family almost immediately, which accounted for the age difference between them and their kids. After almost twenty years of marriage, they were still very devoted to each other. It was a little after 10pm when they finished their meal and left the restaurant.
"Shall we go for a drink then?" Pete asked his wife as they stood on the sidewalk.
"Let's go home instead," Wendy replied.
"You don't want a lil' drinky-poo?"
"No, tonight. I'm feeling a bit...tired."
"You mean horny, don't you?" smirked Pete, putting his arm round Wanda. He suddenly felt horny, knowing that Wanda who was just as much a nympho now as she's been when they'd first met, was more than up for a long night of hot, nasty sex the same thing as him. He felt his big cock stir to life as he pressed closer to his mate's luscious curves.
"Yeah, a nice early night," Wendy smiled, turning her face up for a kiss. Pete hailed a cab, and they were headed for home a few minutes later.
Halfway home, Pete got a call on his cell-phone: it was the firestation, alerting him to a three-alarm fire in the southern part of the village .
Pete had the cabbie change course and drop him at the fire station, and Wanda continued home.
Pete and Wanda's house was a large suburban single-story home, set back from the quiet road. It was ten-thirty, the neighborhood quiet and the roads empty. On impulse, Wanda decided not to go through the front door; she wanted to see what her darling daughters were up to. They didn't expect their parents back until much later, and God help them if they'd sneaked in any young punks, against her explicit instructions.
She followed the side of the house, where the kid's bedrooms were, all in a row. Each had a big window and Wendy noticed that the girl's window had a light on. Wendy went up to the window, tip-toeing.
She peered through the gap in the drapes into her daughter's room. The buxom blonde mother's jaw dropped at the sight of her darling twin girls engaging in a torrid "69"!
Right there, on one of the two twin beds, the two beauties were going at it like there was no tomorrow, and they seemed to be quite knowledgeable about how the act was done.
Both girls were blonde, like their mother, with trim but shapely figures. They were as pretty as their mother, and seemingly just as much a hot-pants slut as Wanda.
Krystal was on top, and Wanda could see that she had her sister's pretty pink pussy spread and was diving-in like a carpet-munching pro. From the looks of things, the youngsters were having the time of their lives! Wendy found herself getting hot at the lewd spectacle. She felt that she should have been repulsed, but she wasn't. She wanted to get in on the action, God help her!
"Well," whispered Wanda to herself, stepping away from the window, "Now I know why they're so pleased when we say we're going out for the evening."
"I should go in and catch them at it," Wendy thought suddenly. "I should go in and join them; why should they have all the fun?."
Wanda tip-toed round to the front of the house, unlocking and silently opening the front door. She tip-toed through the living room, down the hallway leading to the kid's bedrooms until she reached the door with "Twins' Room" written on a small sign that they'd had since they were kids. The door was closed but the unmistakable sounds of hot sex could be heard.
"Here we go," Wanda smirked to herself, naughtily, then lightly knocked on the door before opening it.
"Fuck, fuck," Krystal began spluttering, looking-up from her sister's soaking-wet pussy.
