Delia came back in and this time her tongue pushed at my lips. I opened my mouth and let my tongue touch hers. I felt an instant sensation in my pussy. Her warm wetness entered my mouth, and we swirled our tongues around each other. I couldn’t believe what I was doing!
Delia’s hand went further up my skirt and brushed across the front of my panties.
“You’re wet!” Delia said, withdrawing her finger and licking it. “And you taste so good!”
My pelvis started moving up and down – a mind of its own.
“Oh, that felt good,” I said quietly.
Delia came back in, and we kissed – more urgently this time. Her hand went back under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy lips. My hips started moving in a circle. I couldn’t believe the feelings her fingers generated.
When she ventured under my panties and touched my labia, my hips shot up in the air.
“Oh!” I gasped. “What’s happening?”
“You’ve never had a woman touch you before?” Delia asked, rubbing me, caressing me, touching me.
I shook my head.
“You are going to love this,” she said, coming back in and kissing me.
Her fingers went lower and suddenly I felt something enter me.
“Mm, mm, mm,” I moaned, my mouth still connected to Delia’s.
Her fingers began to move in and out, in and out, in and out. My hips moved up and down and around.
Moments later, Delia broke off and got down off the couch, pushing my legs apart and reaching for the hem of my panties.
“I’m going to take these off you now, is that okay?” she said. “I think you want me to make you cum.”
“I do. I do,” I said, my mind fuzzy and my pussy aching.
After she removed my panties, Delia pulled on the elastic band of my skirt and took it off as well.
She kissed the inner parts of my thighs. The closer to my pussy she got, the more feelings her kisses aroused in me.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I moaned.
Her mouth got closer to my pussy and my hips rocked harder. When she kissed my mound, I took in a quick breath.
“Oh!”
“You’re so smooth, Amber,” Delia said, rubbing pussy juice across my baldness.
“I, I just had that done. Do you like it?”
“I love it!” Delia said. “Now watch. You’re about to cum and I want you to enjoy it to the fullest!”
Delia moved down slightly and kissed my pussy lips. Her tongue came out and she licked my slit up and down.
“Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh!” I groaned.
My hips started to spasm and my pussy tingled. I felt like I had to pee – like some pressure of pleasure was building up in me and wanted to burst out.
Her mouth found my clit and her tongue played with it, going back and forth and then sucking in.
“Oh no, oh no,” I moaned. “I’m… you’re… oh no, oh!”
Her tongue licked my pussy again and pushed into my vagina. The pitch of my voice rose. I was out of control – reaching an unbelievable climax.
“OH, OH, OH, OH OHHHHHHH!”
Suddenly my entire body convulsed. My stomach contracted and my hips shot forward. My body was overtaken with wave after wave of pleasure. I saw a squirt of liquid spurt from my pussy and into Delia’s mouth, then another, and another. Every time my hips spasmed, a little liquid shot out.
Delia swallowed every drop and continued to kiss and lick me as my orgasm began to slowly subside.
I pulled her up and as we kissed, I tasted my own juice for the first time on her tongue. I was so grateful and high on the feeling she had given me.
“Oh, wow!” I said, breathless.
“I could tell you enjoyed that!” Delia said, her hands gently brushing across my blouse.
My nipples were super hard and sensitive. Her touch sent new feelings of pleasure through me.
“Why don’t we take that off,” she said, pulling on my blouse.
I lifted my arms, and she stood, taking off the blouse and tossing it to the side. She undid her own blouse and after letting it fall, reached behind and undid her bra. Those incredible breasts that I’d been admiring burst forth and she sloughed the bra off her arms.
She then pulled off her skirt and panties in one move. Standing in front of me, I could see why Kurt and Connie had been so attracted to her. She too was bald, and her labia were swollen, and her nipples erect.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she asked.
I looked at her breasts – so inviting, so lovely, and nodded. Delia came close and offered a breast to my mouth. I had never touched or put my mouth on a woman’s breast before. I kissed her nipple. It felt soft. I took it into my mouth and licked it.
“Oh!” Delia moaned. “Fuck, that’s good. Now suck in.”
I sucked in on her nipple and her chest moved towards me.
“Mm,” she said.
I reached with my hand and touched her other nipple. I remembered liking it when my husband would squeeze my nipples, so I did that to Delia.
“Oh!” she gasped.
I traded sides and suckled her other nipple as I tweaked the one I’d wet with my tongue. Delia’s hips began moving back and forth. She reached down and started rubbing her own pussy. I could smell her juice as she spread it around her labia and mound.
“Do you want to make me cum too?” Delia asked, her hips gyrating in a circle. “I want you to make me cum, Amber!”
I sat back and nodded. “What do I do?”
“Let’s go to my bed,” she said, offering me a hand and standing me up.
We embraced and kissed, our mouths and tongues intertwining.
She moved us to the bed, where she climbed up and laid down on her back. I undid my bra, no need to keep anything from my sister.
“So gorgeous!” Delia said as I climbed up next to her.
She started licking and sucking on my nipples, sending more good feelings all over me.
“Touch me,” Delia said, grabbing my hand and moving it to her crotch.
I put my index finger into her slit, which was sopping wet.
“Oh, oh!” Delia gasped. “Rub my clit, rub my clit – yes, like that. Just like that. Oh! Oh! Ah!”
Her hips moved up and down and her pussy got wetter and wetter.
“Oh, kiss me, Amber. Kiss my pussy. Put your mouth on me… please!”
I moved down and between her legs. As I got closer, I could smell her scent and saw the juice drip from her. I kissed her inner thighs as she had done. I poised my mouth at her pussy – swollen, wet, moving up and down.
“Oh, please!” Delia begged, pulling my head closer.
I kissed her lips.
“Oh!”
I stuck out my tongue and licked up her slit.
“Ah!”
She tasted so good – so salty and tangy. I licked more urgently, up and down, up and down.
“Oh, ah, oh, ah!” she moaned, holding my head. “Don’t stop!”
I didn’t want to stop. I was so horny that I reached between my legs and started rubbing my own pussy.
“OH, OH, OH!” Delia moaned, her voice getting louder and higher.
My tongue moved to her vagina, and I stuck my tongue in. I tasted her juice strongly and she responded by moving her hips up and down rapidly. I knew she was getting close.
“AH! AH! AH!” she cried.
Her hips shot up in the air and her legs shook as she neared her climax. It was surreal for me to be giving my own sister an orgasm – but I was really enjoying it.
“AHHHHH!” she cried out, her hips up in the air.
She began to shake violently, and her legs convulsed as she came, crying out in joy and ecstasy.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she cried – with each spasm.
Eventually, the spasms slowed. I continued to lick, swallowing the excess juice that leaked from her pussy.
She pulled me up into a kiss. We made out and mixed our juices together.
I rolled to the side, and we continued to tongue and kiss each other, fondling our breasts. I felt tingly all over – satisfied and yet not ready for it to end.
“You’re a natural, Amber,” Delia said as we broke off.
“Maybe I had a good teacher,” I said. “Like you taught Kurt and Connie.”
Delia laughed. “I guess. But they were eager participants.”
“Is it wrong that I fantasized about my own son?” I asked, holding her cheek in my hand.
“Not at all,” Delia said. “You know… I’ll bet he’s fantasized about you too.”
“No,” I said. “No way.”
“You’d be surprised,” Delia said.
She paused for a moment. “You know. if I asked him, he might even join us here.”
“What?” I said. “In my bedroom?”
“Oh yes,” Delia said. “I have a feeling Kurt might really like to make love to his mother on her bed.”