It thrilled her that Ben was so interested in her cunt. She knew it was the contrast of her hairy cunt to the hairless cum of his sister. That was part of the appeal, the difference between his mother and sister, that excited him so much.

Julie knew her son was tired; she had lost count of the number of times he had come that day. No man or boy could keep that up forever, she knew. That fact was a disappointment. She could fuck all day, came all day. She would become exhausted, of course, but it required a long time before that happened.

Becky remained slumped on the couch, her little ass still over the edge. She opened and closed her thighs, her blue eyes shining. Now and then, a ripple ran up her stomach. Her perky nipples were still hard.

"You pissed on me," Ben said, finally breaking the silence. He didn't speak in anger, but as if still surprised.

"I said I was sorry, Ben," Becky said, drawing her ass onto the cushions and sitting up. She closed her legs and folded her hands in her lap, looking shy, but not at all embarrassed. In fact, there seemed to be a mischievous grin on her face.

"You pissed on me," he said again, pouting. Julie gave a low laugh. "It didn't hurt you, Ben," she said. "It just got you wet, that's all."

"You tan do it to me," Becky said, half whispering. "If you want to get back at me, you can piss on me. But I couldn't help what happened, Ben. It was an accident."

Ben didn't answer his sister. But Julie, hearing what Becky said, became very interested. "Sure," she said, her voice throaty. "You can piss on your sister, Ben. Then you'll be even with her. How about it? Piss on Becky, honey."

Ben glanced at his mother. He had seen how eagerly she had sucked his sister's cunt, her tongue licking at the hot piss on Becky's thighs. He lowered his eyes, gazing at his mother's lovely tits. Then he lowered them more. Julie leaned back, still sitting on her heels. The pink wetness of her cunt gleamed through the thick pussy hairs.