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They could come upon us like this any minute! Get your bathing trunks on!" She leaped to her feet as soon as her brother rolled off of her. "Oh, God! Where did you throw my bikini?"
The young girl felt a sense of relief once she had her bikini on, but her brother's love-juice, drying thickly on her face and thighs, was still a dead giveaway to what they had been doing the past two hours. She wasted no time in wading knee-deep into the river's refreshing water and washing herself down. Her brother did the same.
Making theft way back along the river bank, they kissed and caressed and fondled each other, feeling very proud of themselves. They had fucked each other silly and gotten away with it. When they came to the path that led up the incline, through the trees and bushes to the picnic table, Paula spotted something in the water that interested her and she stopped to look at it more closely. Her brother went on up the pathway. In a moment he came back down, his fingers to his lips indicating to Paula he wanted her to be silent.
"Mom and Dad are fooling around," he said, almost in a whisper. "Dad wants to fuck her and he's got her so hot and worked hp, she'll most likely let him."
"My God!" gasped Paula. "Right there at the picnic table?"
"Why not? There's nobody around but us. If they think we won't be back for a while, they'll do it. I betcha!"
"But we've been gone for over two hours now."
"That's why Dad is so horny – being with her all that time, and her in that, skimpy little bikini. No guy could be around her when she's in a bikini and not want to fuck her!"
"Even you?" asked Paula.
Her brother looked at her steadily, then grinned. "Especially me!"
"You'd fuck your own mother?"
"The very first chance I got! If Mom gave me the slightest indication she wouldn't tell Dad if I tried it – wow! I've wanted to make it with her for a long time. Just like I've always wanted to make it with you!"
"Poor Mom," said Paula thoughtfully. "She'd be so shocked if she knew her son just spent the past two hours fucking his sister. But she'd really freak out if she knew her fifteen-year-old son wants to fuck her too!"
"Bull crap!" Paula's brother replied. "She knows already! I've seen the way she looks at the bulge in the front of my trousers when I have a hard-on. I have a cock-stand all the time when I'm around her, and she checks it out pretty often. Sometimes it's like she can't seem to take her eyes off it. Her being my mother doesn't make her any different. She gets a kick out of thinking about cock, the same as you do!"
"Even her own son's cock?"
"Sure. Women pretend they don't think about such things, and want you to believe they wouldn't dream of being unfaithful to theft husbands. But you might be very surprised if you could know how many attractive horny mothers enjoy a romp on the bed with their sons, whenever the old man isn't around."
"And you think that Mom…"
"Hey! Come on. We're wasting time gabbing," Paula's brother cut in. "Let's sneak up to the top of the path. The tress and bushes are thick around the clearing where the picnic table is. We can watch Mom and Dad right up close and they'll never suspect we're anywhere near."
Paula followed her brother up the pathway, neither of them saying a word or making a sound. She could lecture him another time on the deceitfulness of spying on their parents, but right now there was no time to lose. Maybe Mom and Dad already had fucked each other, while she and her brother had wasted time down by the river's edge.
Just as they reached the top of the incline where another step would bring them out into the clearing, Paula was grabbed by her brother and pulled off the pathway, behind a clump of bushes. Paula looked out from behind the foliage and found she had a clear view of Mom and Dad standing by the picnic table. Neither of them had the slightest suspicion their son and daughter were anywhere near, yet Paula could have reached out her hand and tapped her father on the shoulder, had she been inclined to do so.
Paula caught her breath as she stared at her parents. They were in a tight clinch, their mouths pressed together in a long hot kiss. Her father, with a firm grip on his wife's trim little ass, finally moved his hand up to a point behind her back.
"George, what are you doing?" asked Paula's mother, breaking the long kiss.
"I'm taking off your halter, Eve, my darling," he replied, "so I can suck on those luscious tits!"
"You sucked on them last night," Eve reminded him. "In fact, you had one or the other in your mouth nearly all night long. Have you forgotten what you did with them this morning, before we got out of bed? You laid your long hard cock in between them, then rubbed it back and forth and you came so fast I didn't have time to get the head of it into my mouth. You shot your load all over my neck and chin. I should think you'd have had enough tittie for awhile and you could behave yourself – knowing that our son and daughter may be back here any second."
"Any second, my ass!" George replied with a grin. "When you have everything on the table and we're ready to sit down and eat, then I'll have to go off somewhere and hunt for them."
"Very well," said Eve as her husband pulled off her halter and let it drop onto the grass. "So our kids won't be back to see you having my titties for your picnic lunch. What about others who might come by here and want to use this picnic table?"
"Not a chance, honey. Nobody knows about this place. It's private property and the owners live a long way from here. The family who put this table here moved away two years ago."
George's hand closed on one of Eve's tits as his mouth came down onto hers.
"You're sure…?" asked Eve when they finally came up for air.
"Positive."
"That's easy for you to say. I'm the one who has my bare tits exposed to view if someone comes by. All you have to do is straighten up and you look quite respectable in your swim trunks."
"Okay," said George agreeably. Suddenly he had his trunks down around his ankles. He stepped out of them. His long hard prick, free at last, stood almost straight up, quivering slightly in its eagerness and anticipation.
"My God!" exclaimed Eve. "Look at the size of that thing! You look like you haven't had a woman for six months. And after all I did for it last night!"
"That's why he's so hot and hard, baby," said George, grinning. "The memory of how good you were to him last night – when he was wedged between your titties, then in your cunt, and buried in your ass – he just naturally wants more!"
George's mouth clamped onto one of Eve's nipples and he sucked on it ravenously. Eve stood it as long as she could, then moaned, "Ooohhh… damn you, George! You know I can't resist you when you suck and lick my titties like that. Do you have any idea how you make me feel when you do that to them?"
Taking his mouth from her nipple, George looked at her and chuckled softly. "You were fourteen when I squeezed my cock into that tight little pussy of yours and gave you your first fuck. From that day on we fucked like a pair of rabbits all through your teen-age years, up to your wedding night. And I've sucked on these sweet tits of yours pretty steady through eighteen years of marriage. I should have some idea by now of what turns you on!"
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