A knock on her door startled Cathy, and she reached instinctively to kill the video. But why? Her mother was on the video and probably wanted to see her daughter on future videos. Why pretend she wasn't watching?
"Come in," she called out.
Her mother entered wearing her terry cloth robe with her hair damp from the shower after a quick towel and comb.
"Oh," Sally Burton said. "You found them."
"Yeah, I found them." Cathy studied her mom's face and didn't see any sign of disapproval or worry. Apparently, her family had no shame at all.
"You could have just asked, you know. You didn't have to go snooping."
"I was just bored, opening Daddy's desk drawers because they were handy. He doesn't hide them very well."
"Because they weren't really hidden," her mother said. "We had planned to tell you when you were at school, but I guess that didn't work out."
"Mom, when you married Dad, did you know about this? Did you know about the family you married into?" Cathy wondered how anybody ever came to believe that family orgies were normal.
"After we were engaged. That's when your father told me." Sally sat on the edge of her daughter's bed with her hands folded demurely in her lap. "It was still pretty new to him, too. Apparently, when his mother was going through the grief of the death of her father, she turned to him for comfort. They fell into it, I guess."
"That's weird."
"Yes, but you see Grandpa Burton's family had practiced incest before. They just didn't turn it into a group activity. And they certainly didn't film it," Sally Burton said, nodding toward the screen. Cousin Ginny was enjoying a double entry, pussy and ass, at the moment. "Grandma knew about that, so I suppose it wasn't such a stretch for her. It expanded since then."
"So you had to fuck all the relatives if you wanted to marry Dad?"
"Oh, goodness no." Her mother laughed, patting her knee. "Your father said he'd stop if I wanted him to."
"But you didn't want him to?"
"I did at first, but then I gave it some thought. Grandpa Burton is a good looking man. Dave, too, though he wasn't involved yet. I guess I decided that I wouldn't mind having sex with him at all." She smiled fondly at the memory. "It was all so dirty that it made me hot for it. I haven't regretted it."
"What's the appeal, Mom?" Cathy asked.
"At first it was just to have sex with your grandfather. But soon, well, I don't know how to describe it exactly. Soon, I began to feel that I was totally part of the family and completely loved by them. And I loved giving them pleasure. That's why I first went down on your grandmother. I just wanted to spread my pleasure around, and it didn't matter what sex my partner was. It all became beautiful."
"What about Uncle Dave? How did he get involved?"
"He and Amy were married by then. It was Christmas when Amy caught me and Grandpa and scurried off to tell Dave. They spent a couple uncomfortable hours before finally going to your father about it. Well, it took a bit of explaining."
"And they just hopped in on it?"
"Oh, no, it was several months later."
"They just got too horny to say no," Cathy said.
"The Burtons are a very oversexed family," Sally said. She stood then, saying, "Well you go on with your research, dear. Your father said you weren't planning to join in. He also said that you had a very talented mouth."
Cathy smiled, feeling oddly because of her father praising her ability to give a blowjob. "I said I didn't know if I'll join. Maybe."
"You make up your mind at your own pace."
When her mother began to leave the room, Cathy stood and clasped both of her shoulders from behind. She moved up against her back and slipped her hands down over the terry cloth sleeves of the robe and then moved them to untie the loose knot holding it together. She kissed the back of her mother's neck and then kissed around her throat as she turned the older woman and pulled her robe open and then off.
Sally didn't say anything. She didn't try to help. She knew that whatever her daughter did had to be her own decision.
Cathy kissed her mother on the lips, her hands grasping Sally's buttocks and pulling her tight. Then she kissed down to her breasts, suckling at both nipples for a moment like she had eighteen years ago. She continued kissing down over her mother's belly and to the fringe of pubic hair above her pussy. The pussy itself was shaved.
Cathy pushed slightly, indicating that she wanted Sally to back up to the bed, and Sally did so. She sat on the edge and let her daughter pull her legs apart and begin rubbing her hands up and down the inside of her thighs. Sally leaned back on her elbows thinking that her daughter was so very gentle and thoughtful in her touch. Cathy was thinking of the darkened edges of flesh waiting vertically at the apex of her mother's legs. She was wondering how she would taste and if they had similar tastes since they were mother and daughter.
Cathy kissed up her mother's thigh and placed the palm of her hand on her pubic mound, making slow circles on her mother's clit still hidden in his hood. Sally let out a sigh, feeling so wonderful, and she laid back just as her daughter moved in to lap the flat of her tongue up over her entire pussy. Again and again, she did that, moving her hand on top and lapping at her mother's labia.
She slipped two fingers into her mother and used her other hand to open the lips for inspection. The pussy before her was pink and glistening with moisture, and releasing the pure smell of a woman. Cathy felt her own pussy tingle at that smell. She rubbed her fingers on the top of her mother's vagina, massaging the G spot, as she leaned in to use her tongue again. Her mother's breathing became ragged, and she reached down to stroke her daughter's hair.