The days passed rapidly. The next night, their mother was due home. They weren't particularly frightened about being caught. They had been careful never to call each other by endearing terms, not wanting a habitual endearment to give them away. The beds and sheets had been cleaned; everything was in order. Their only concern was they would need to curtail their activities. Neither of them wanted that; each too enamored with the other. Although the loving the evening before their mother's return was wonderful, warm and sexy, it didn't contain the usual raunchiness. It had been replaced with a hint of sadness. Chris explained it to Sue the following morning as they frolicked in bed. Sue said, "Although I have no long-term solutions, I might come up with something for this weekend."
Their mother arrived in a flurry of kisses, excitedly talking about her trip. Helen still took time to make sure they were fine, noticing Jill seemed to be blossoming and happier than she had been in a long time. Then, she looked to her son. Startled, she looked at him again, finally noticing what Sue had seen at the beginning of the summer. Her son had gained fifty pounds and grown into his gangly body, now matured, tall and strong. Unknown to Sue, Chris was the spitting image of Helen's long-dead husband. Helen went to bed that night and tried to remember the arms of her husband, but time had left only a hint of memory. She did not attempt to pleasure herself, too unhappy to enjoy even that small consolation. She fell asleep sobbing into her pillow, wanting what she could not have - the feel of his lips on her mouth. Little did she know both of her children were also unhappy as they slept alone for the first time in more than a week. Helen awoke the next morning, happy to be with her children, helping to prepare breakfast. She told them about Montreal and the hardware meeting. Soon after breakfast, the phone rang. It was Sue, who welcomed her back, hoped she found her kids in good health and asked for a favor.
"I was wondering if I could borrow your children for several hours tomorrow afternoon. I have some boxes in my bedroom that need taking care of as well as a general mess that needs straightening." Helen said she would ask the kids. Putting her hand over the receiver, she asked if they would like to help Sue. In unison, they said, "Sure." Helen replaced the phone to her mouth and said, "Sue, They'd be happy to help. What time would you like them over?"
With polite phrases, it was soon established one o'clock would be fine. Further pleasantries were exchanged and finally, goodbyes. Helen turned to her children, advised them when they were expected and then told them the yard needed some catching up. Unbeknownst to her, the children were growing increasingly horny as the hours progressed. To add to their growing dismay, she added she had arranged to stay in town for the next two weeks until they were safely registered for their classes. Afterwards, she would be gone for almost three weeks before returning home. Although they would be able to get in the occasional quickie while mom was at work, their time would be taken arranging their classes and buying books. A lot of time would be spent at the university. They went to bed that night alone and unhappy, missing each other terribly and trying to pleasure themselves, but finding fingers or hands a weak substitute.
Sunday morning, Chris and Jill were careful not to give away anything to their mother. They yearned for each other not knowing their mother also had yearnings. Occasionally, when Helen glanced at Chris, she would see in him a mannerism of her husband whose memory she thought buried years ago. Soon, it was time to go to Sue's. They arrived to find Sue dressed in shorts and a halter-top. She asked if they were anxious to get started, leading them to the bedroom. There they found no boxes, but a freshly turned down bed. Sue looked Jill straight in the eye saying it was the only opportunity she could give them. Giving Jill a licentious wink, she left, not quite closing the door behind her.
They hesitated for only a moment, then, stripped each other of their clothes. Chris picked up Jill and threw her onto the bed. He followed, his mouth seeking hers. Their bodies rubbed licentiously against each other. Legs entwined, holding them tightly together as they tried to get enough of each other in the first seconds. Jill had already begun to moan. Their sexual tension had kept their hormones raging and Sue heard her first small cries. Without intruding, Sue stood in the shadows of the doorway and watched the two lovers. They grasped each other's sex rubbing and kissing, until Jill brought up her legs to be mounted. Her pussy gapped awaiting his insertion. Sue's quim pulsed with desire, sending streams of nectar into her panties. Some escaped and ran down her thighs. She had been without release as long as they. Her only intent had been to give them the opportunity, but it transformed into desires of her own as she unzipped her fly and slipped her hand under her panties. She felt her own moisture as she saw it build on the edges of Jill's engorged twat. Even to Sue, this girl was beautiful. Chris' cock bobbed above Jill's waiting snatch, probing for entrance, until she clenched his cock in her fist, driving the head into her waiting heat.
