Liz took another big swig of her chilled wine as she watched the action in front of her.
Carla, her forty four year old sister was facing her on hands and knees grunting in pleasure. Her sister's blonde hair was plastered to her face and shoulders with all the sweat that was dripping off her on this sultry hot summer afternoon, while her gigantic round tits were bouncing forwards and backwards due to her frenetic movements. The cause of all this grunting and jiggling was Michael, Carla's twenty year old son who was at that moment kneeling behind her very ample ass and driving his ten inch schlong up his own mother's squelching cunt like there was no tomorrow.
"Unngh......yeah.....harder..... HARDER...... Michael...... Oooooh Yeah.....That's it......shove that motherfuckin' cock up my pussy boy..."
Liz shifted her gaze to Michael. Her nephew she had to admit was a stud. Bulging muscles and a tight flat stomach from years of toiling on the farm were rippling furiously as Michael increased his tempo to satisfy his incestuous cock hungry mother. Gripping Carla's big fleshy white buttocks even harder he began slamming in and out of her dripping pussy with reckless abandon. His long auburn hair was so wet with sweat that he looked like he had just come out of a shower.
The wine and the wild fucking taking place before her, was turning her on incredibly. Of course that could also be attributed to the dark haired youth who was kneeling between her spread legs and sliding two fingers in and out of her own pussy while loudly slurping on her clitoris at the same time. Damien was Michael's twin and looked like a carbon copy of his brother except for the fact that he had jet black hair instead of his brother's auburn. In every other way they were identical. Well not every other way thought Liz to herself. Damien's cock was about an inch shorter but much thicker and more thickly veined than his brother. And like his grunting brother knew how to use it very well after years of practice.
Both sisters had been widowed about fours back when their husbands died in a car crash and the resulting incest had been unavoidable for the two sexually hungry women, who were already more than intimate with each other. Especially since their two farms were out in the middle of nowhere. The fact that their sons and daughters were such studs with sexual appetites to match theirs hadn't helped either. It had started one thanksgiving dinner roughly two years back, when Carla had given Michael a wet sloppy kiss after one drink too many. No-one had slept that night and it had come out in the course of that fateful night that Carla's two boys along with her own son Carl, had already been fucking her daughter Libby for a while now. Not only that, but they also knew that their respective mother's had been fucking each other on the sly even when they had been married and had on occasion spied on them while they were pleasuring each other. To the amazement of the two sisters, they learned that one time Libby had even blown all three while they watched their mothers fuck in the barn through a large peephole. The two sisters also discovered that all four children had been dying to have sex with them just like they had been fantasizing about the kids in turn. With everybody's secret out in the open, all the shackles of taboo had been broken and thereafter they reveled in their incestual relationships and been reaching new levels of sexual gratification.
Just then Damien thrust a third finger into her twat she too groaned as a ripple of pleasure coursed through her.
"Like that aunt liz?"
"ummm....Oh yes boy........I'm loving every second of it"
