“No, Mom, you need to watch,” Randy said as he edged toward his sister. She remained against the pillows, waiting for him to take her.
I moved off the bed, slipped on my rosy peignoir, and sat in a chair to watch them. Randy eased up to his sister, kissing her, his hand kneading her breasts, her pink nipples erect at his touch. The way she tipped her head up to him, accepted his kisses, and now spreading her legs – the beauty and tenderness of it brought tears to my eyes. Randy’s cock was the star of the show, though. Joannie gripped him, pulled him toward her. She wanted him inside her so badly; I knew just how she felt. He grabbed her legs and lay her flat on the bed, then poised over her, his cock like a heat seeking missile, ready to penetrate its target. I heard Joannie’s soft breaths of anticipation.
He entered her in one long, hard thrust; they both gasped, and then the desperate fucking began. Nothing easy or gentle between these two. No build-up. He reamed her so hard and fast; my bedsprings squeaked and the headboard thumped in rhythm against the wall. Joannie’s squeals seemed to spur him to shove himself further inside her. A sheen of sweat covered their young, supple bodies.
Randy glanced over at me and grinned, never breaking his tempo. Joannie was too overcome with lust to even remember that I was there.
“I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, digging her nails into Randy’s shoulders. He kept fucking her, grunting, pulling at her hair.
“Oh gaawwwwwddd,” her orgasmic vocalization was long and drawn out, her legs tensed around him, he continued pumping.
“Fuuuuucccckkkk,” he moaned momentarily. His cum oozed out of her onto the bed, between her thighs. He wiped up a handful and spread it onto her breast and nipple. When he put his hand to her mouth, she licked his fingers.
“Damn, you two,” I said, squirming. “I’m getting horny again.”
They laughed, kissed, and gestured at me to come back to bed. I joined them; they tickled me. Randy found his way inside my peignoir and sucked my nipples.
“Oh, you kids,” I sighed.
“I’m taking a shower,” Joannie said, hopping out of bed. “Wanna come?” she looked back at her brother.
“Fuck, yeah,” he said eagerly.
“I’ll make us something to eat,” I told them.
“Okay, Mom,” they said in unison.
I smiled, watched them take towels out of the linen closet, and move into my bathroom. The big walk-in shower was perfect for shower sex. I thought of joining them, but decided not to. They’d done enough for their old mother tonight. It was their time for a little privacy.
As I walked through my wrecked living room, I had to laugh. What did I need a man for? I had all the man I needed in Randy. And when he was busy, Joannie and I knew how to please each other. I was the luckiest woman in the world.