Johnny Wilson's parents have separated, leaving him torn and confused. He goes to stay with his beautiful, French maman, Terese, who believes that the one sure way to brighten the young boy's outlook on life is to seduce him. So with love and passionate tenderness, Terese teaches him the subtleties of making love with a woman.
After his virility has been firmly established, Johnny joins his maman in a plan of passion to bring the family together again. First, they seduce uptight Dad; then innocent sister, Claire-and finally Mama Desiree-to give the whole clan a loving, sharing experience.
CHAPTER 1
When maman first brought me to the house, I followed her up the stairs and raised a hard. I mean, I watched the way her long, sleek legs moved, and got these quick peeks up her skirt, catching a glimpse of smoothly rounded thighs snugged by nylon pantyhose.
I could see the white frilly panties, just the edge of them, damn it, but the mound itself was too shadowy for me to even make out its shape, and that drove me freaky. My grandmother was one of the greatest looking women I ever saw, and when she walked onto the landing with her trim, firm ass going tic-toe, tic-toe, I had to hold both hands in front of me with my suitcase, trying to cover up the stiff cock that was threatening to split my jeans.
She'd picked me up at the bus station, driving a 260 Z, which gives you some idea of what my maman is like, but only a vague one. I remembered her, of course, but not too well. I'd seen her a couple of times when I was just a little kid, but the picture I carried in my head was all fuzzy.
I climbed off the Greyhound with my lower lip stuck out, feeling down and beat because my parents had shipped me off because they had this goofy thing about splitting up and getting a divorce. But when I saw my grandmother, I got a little high on her, right away.
She has these soft silver curls that are cut so they cling to her well-shaped head, and her black eyes are merry, dancing, and if you look close, you can make out very warm lights in their depths. She has little crinkles at their corners, and her skin is as smooth as any young chick's. Sure, she uses makeup, but it only points out the kind of slanting shape of her eyes and makes her mouth an attractive, soft red.
She kissed me at the bus station, throwing her arms around me and squeezing me close. I felt the soft globes of her breasts flatten against me, and when she put her mouth on mine, it wasn't for any little quick peck on the lips, but a long, lingering kiss with her lips parted and her warm breath flowing against my teeth. .
I was surprised, and flinched at the pressure of her thighs, the feeling of her flat belly, and the touch of her hipbones. She stepped back too quickly and took me by the hand. "Ah, cher-you have grown into a young man already, and what an attractive young man."
Muttering something or the other and suddenly feeling about a foot taller, I went with her and tucked my suitcase into that groovy set of wheels, thinking that staying awhile with my youngish grandmother wouldn't be so bad after all. She drove through the city like it was a race course, and whipped the car into a private garage beneath the old French Quarter house on Beinville Street.
That's when I followed her upstairs, eyeing the dusky flashing of those slick, graceful legs and wishing I could see even higher up her short skirt, that I could get a good, long look at the pussy hidden beneath the lacy panties.
"A glass of wine, hein," she said. "A man needs to wet his lips, after travel."
See? She wasn't treating me like a kid practically thrown out of his own home, but as a grownup she was welcoming, and might like. I'd have died before I made a face over the wine, but it wasn't all that bitter, anyway. In fact, after it got down, I felt this warm glow in my belly and could relax a little bit.
Maman talked about my mother and father, but only in passing, without mentioning the upcoming divorce, or trying to dig around for information, and I appreciated that. She acted as if I were a guest she enjoyed having around, and she fed me a lunch of bouillabaisse and soft-shelled crab that was delicious, refilling my glass with a different kind of wine. For a fourteen-year-old kid whose world was being kicked apart, she was the best medicine I could have had.
I guess I was a little woozy when she said I could have my bath now, if I wished, and showed me my room. I climbed out of my clothes and into a beat-up old terry cloth robe, wishing I had something more grownup to wear. And when I went down the hall to the bath, she was drawing the water into the antique tub, bending over it.
Staying there at the door and holding my breath, I stared at the perfectly shaped legs, from the artistically designed ankles and up the slimly modeled calves to the backs of her knees. Then I dared to peer higher, to run my eyes lovingly over the beautifully rounded thighs so close together. Maman has such lovely legs, and I could see the panties again, even make out the delicately shaped cheeks of her ass as the sheer material pulled taut over them. My heart pounded as I stared at the dusky cleft between them, the crack of her ass that drew my eyes like a magnet.
She straightened up and dried her hands on a small towel, then glanced over her shoulder and saw me standing in the doorway. "Johnny-it's all ready for you, and here are the clean towels."
There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes, as if she knew I had been peeping at her exposed tail and gloating over the beauty of her legs, and as if she knew damned well what I was thinking. But she gave no other sign of it as she came close and kissed me on the mouth again, too quickly this time, only a feather brush of her soft and mobile lips.
"This is your home, too, cher. I'm pleased to have you here with me, for I've been lonely. But no more, eh? Now-take your bath and we'll talk about what you want to do this evening."
When the door was shut, I pulled off my robe and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I wasn't tall for my age, and I was kind of skinny, and I wondered if the stiff cock that showed its reflection was anywhere near the size of a grownup man's rod. Holding its painful hardness in my fingers, I figured it wasn't. The head was throbbing and red, and my balls felt as if they were stretched tight by all the pressure building up inside them.
Climbing into the old-fashioned tub with the clawed feet, I sank down into the hot water and smelled some kind of faint scent that maman had put into it. The water didn't help my hard-on, but seemed to make it bigger and stronger. I shut my eyes and tried to concentrate on something else, on the goofy divorce mom and dad insisted on getting, on what my sister Claire was doing with my father now, and where mom would be-probably with that guy who had helped screw things up for all of us.
But that made me feel down again, and when I drew a deep breath, it seemed as if I could smell maman's perfume. She used this bathtub, too, I thought; she got herself all naked and slid down into the water just as I had, and the hot water closed over her silken legs, and over the secret mound of her magic pussy, and maybe she would wash her tits with a soapy cloth, caressing them softly as she did so, running her hands over the slippery mounds and playing with the nipples.
Would she run one hand between those rounded thighs and make soap bubbles all in the hairs of her cunt? Were those pubic hairs the same color and texture as the curls on her head? And what about the lips hidden somewhere deep within them-were they shaped like the lips of maman's mouth, and were they red and soft, too?
I didn't know a damned thing about a woman's pussy, but I dreamed of them all the time, especially ever since we found out that mom was making it with another guy besides my father. And now here I was in the bathtub, wondering about my own grandmother's pussy, when it was as far away as the moon-for me, anyway.
I moved my legs in the water and took the scented soap, trying to forget maman's great legs and the way her pointy tits stood out firm and young. I was just a kid, and kids didn't have a chance to screw women that much older, even if they knew how to screw, which I didn't.
When I passed my soapy hand over my lower belly and felt the tickly, slidy sensation, I couldn't resist any longer. I took another deep breath, to smell my maman's presence in her bathroom, and started to play with my prick.
I pretended that I was sliding it up against my grandmother's leg, that I could feel the satin skin rubbing my cockhead. And I dreamed that she would wiggle to me because she was lonely, too, and give me a tit to kiss, and maybe she would even reach down between my legs and cup my balls in her small, thrilling hand.
If she let me push my prick between her thighs, I would feel the exciting touch of her pussy hair against it, and they would probably be almost blazing hot, all curly and moss-like, and maybe she would show me how to get into the cunt lips I had never seen.
Stroking my cock slowly, making soap bubbles glisten over and around the distended head, I wondered if a woman's cunt felt better, if it was slicker and infinitely more soft. From what I'd heard from other kids, and from what I'd been reading, fucking a woman's pussy was the greatest feeling in the whole world, and I was going crazy for a chance to find out.
But maman would never have anything to do with me; it was stupid of me to even dream about that. I mean, we were blood relations; she was my mom's mother, and even if she had been a widow for years, ever since my grandfather died, she was probably past thinking about screwing and stuff like that. If she wasn't too old, she might look around for some guy her own age to swing with, but never with me.
What the hell did I know about anything? I'd only learned to jack off a couple of years ago, and I had only been coming for about a year, and I was scared of shooting off when my cockhead just touched a woman; how could I take care of somebody as sexy and beautiful and experienced as my grandmother?
Sliding my hand gently up and down my aching prick, I pretended that it was already buried inside my maman's pussy, and my entire body stretched out and went tight all over. I didn't want it to happen too quickly, so I let go and tried to force my mind away from maman's image.
Maybe I had been thinking about my own mom for some time before I discovered that she was screwing somebody else. She's another good-looking woman, and sometimes I'd try to get a peek at her legs, or look down her blouse to see the shape of her tits, but I kept fighting myself away from that idea. A guy doesn't think about putting the prick to his own mom, unless he's some kind of freak, I told myself.
But after they couldn't hide the news that mom had herself a lover, I wondered if she got as hot to screw as other women, and thought it must be true. Then I got to picturing her in bed with this guy-this Lucien Labas and I could almost see her wiggling naked with her legs wrapped around him, almost see his big, hard shaft working in and out of the grip of her hairy pussy, and I almost cracked up.
I jacked off two or three times a day after that, but I stopped for awhile, when mom and dad got to fighting, and he yelled that she was a bitch and he was going to take us kids and get a divorce. She could screw her Cajun stud all she wanted, he said, but not in his house and around his kids.
She tapped on the door, and I jumped, splashing water over the side of the tub. "Johnny-are you all right? Do you need anything?"
Gulping, I answered: "N-no, maman; I'm just fine, and I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Take your time, cherie; I know that a man likes to soak in a hot tub after he has traveled a long way. Just call me if you want anything.
I listened to her footsteps fade down the hall and gripped my prick hard. Suppose I called for her to come in and look at me naked in her bathtub, with my cock sticking up out of the water, its head all angry red and shiny? Suppose I said to her: maman, I have never had a piece of ass in all my life, and if you really want to give me something, give me that. Let me get into your mysterious pussy and learn how it clings around my prick. She'd probably scream and call the cops, or my father; she didn't know where my mom was just now.
Damn! My cock was so hard it was painful, and I stroked it some more, using the soap bubbles as if they were the sweet juices that were said to flow inside a woman's pussy, massaging the head gently and sensuously. Maman had been fucked hundreds of times, thousands of times by my grandfather, and maybe-the idea was a new one-just maybe she had done the same thing my mom had, taken a lover. It was possible she had screwed somebody else, even three or four men, sampling the different sizes and shapes of strange pricks. That idea turned me on even more.
Moving my hand faster, I felt the crazy, good feeling begin to surge up from my swollen balls, and my cock jumped in my fingers. Quickly, I grabbed the washrag and held it over the flexing head of my prick. The knob shuddered and jerked, and I pushed my feet against the end of the bathtub as the semen came thundering up along my shaft and leaped from the head with a hissing spurt of hot liquid.
The stuff pulsed out and over my head, and I thought how marvelous it would be, to be letting it go inside maman's secret hole, to be grinding my balls hard into the giving dampness of her cunt hairs while those magnificent legs waved in the air, or maybe curled themselves adoringly around the small of my back. I'd pump and pump, shooting my come far up into the velvet reaches of that enchanted pussy, wetting it down with my boiling juices.
Sighing, I sank back into the water and wiped my cock off with the washrag. In a little while, I stood up and rinsed the rag in the water as I pulled the plug; my knees were weak and I felt kind of foolish, as I often did, right after I'd jacked myself off.
I got dry and pulled on my robe again, then slipped my feet into the rubber scuffs and went down the hall to my room. Putting on a clean shirt and jeans, I wandered back toward the kitchen where I heard my grandmother moving around. She smiled brightly at me, and her eyes seemed to probe mine, so I looked away.
"Cher, you are a handsome young man, and make me proud that you are my grandson. Nowhat shall we do today? Go sightseeing, to a movie, what?"
We did both, and had oysters later at a busy little place on Conti Street, and I saw how many heads turned to watch maman walk by, not only older men watched her, but young ones, too. It was my turn to feel proud as I saw how they stared after her in the street, how their eyes flicked over her high breasts and dropped to her jouncy, undulating ass.
When we got back home, she gave me some more wine, and it was a good thing I was a little tired out. Because when I was getting ready for bed, she came into the room and leaned against the doorframe, looking pensively down at me as I sat on the edge of the mattress.
"Johnny, would you think me a crazy old woman if I asked you to come sleep in my bed with me tonight? I have been too long alone, mon cher, and it will make me feel much better to have someone close."
She was wearing a robe I could just about see through, and I could make out the nipples of her tits beneath the thin material, see the flaring of her hips and the outline of one thigh. "O-okay, maman, if I won't crowd you. I guess I'm a little lonely, too-since mom left."
"Good," she said, and held out a hand. I took it and walked beside her into her own bedroom that smelled of exotic scents and woman musk. I was trembling when I climbed beneath the sheet, and pretended to be sleepier than I was, turning my back to her as she adjusted the bed lamp and read a magazine. But I could feel her nearness, her warmth, and the rhythm of her breathing, and raised another hard. But it was impossible, I knew, and lay awake for a long time after she went to sleep.
I considered sneaking out and going to the bathroom so I could jack off. I mean, I was only fourteen years old and never had a piece of ass in my life, and my grandmother was-well, I'll tell you all about her later, so you can see just how it was, how I couldn't help myself then, and didn't want to, after.
This particular night, I lay there in the dark, thinking how neat my maman was, how she looked almost as young as my mother, even though they're not built alike. We were just lying under the sheet because it's so damned hot in New Orleans, and I could feel her leg touching mine. That started it, but I'd probably been thinking about it all evening, since I'd seen her in that light robe I could almost see through.
She has these long, long legs, all smooth and cared for, and when she walks, you can't help watching the way they move, from her little feet on up the sleek calves and over the satiny knees and up along the nicely rounded, slim thighs, and then you look at how her trim ass rolls just so, all little wiggles and sliding motions.
And me-I always tried to stare right through her clothes where the thighs joined her body, always tried to make out the shape of her mound, wondering if the hair on it was as rich and all silvery and ringleted, like the hair on her head.
Maybe you think I'm some kind of freak, eyeing my grandmother like that, and maybe you're right-but you don't know maman; if you did, you'd understand. She was forty-eight at the time, but you'd never know it, and even if you did, you wouldn't give a damn. She's put together better than a lot of chicks half her age, and maman has that special something, that sensuous kind of aura that makes men turn their heads and stare.
Anyhow, this night I was lying there with her leg just touching mine, and I got a hard-on that wouldn't wait. Especially because she turned a little in her sleep and put her nicely formed ass right up against my hip. My prick jumped into my hand and I squeezed down hard on it, knowing the warm and silky feel of her skin on my own, realizing that her nightie had slipped up, and our bare flesh was together.
Oh wow; the head of my cock throbbed so much it hurt, and I tried to choke it down. My mouth was dry and I was breathing hard, trying to think of anything else but that long, sleek body next to me knowing that those great legs were parted slightly and that the mysterious pussy I had never seen was right there under the sheet with me.
My prick quivered and I stroked it lightly, thinking that I'd better get the hell out of that woman-warmed bed and into the bathroom, quick. But bouncing around in my head was the idea of that secret, magical pussy so close, with the nightie hiked above it. Maybe I could sneak a touch, I thought-just a quick touch, easy and soft, so she wouldn't wake up, and even if she did, I could pretend to be sound asleep and she'd think it was an accident.
My heart pounding, I eased my free hand down beneath the covering sheet, very careful and quiet. I could gauge about where the private little mound was by her hip against mine. But I miscalculated a little, and my fingertips brushed her inner thigh first.
That skin was even softer and smoother, and when she didn't move a muscle, I drifted my fingers over and found the very special place I had always wondered about. Just barely touching the hair, I felt it give easily, and it was like I'd dreamed-all silken and curly, like the finest down, but somehow different, with a life of its own.
Very gently, I moved my fingers down, exploring the shape of the woman-pussy, feeling its outline, the slightly puffed lips, the thrillingly damp opening below the luxurious hair. Where the lips joined together, they were humid and tender, and I went out of my head, stopping myself from probing deeper to find the hidden hole.
So I lay there, taut and breathing hard, my hand ever so lightly upon that magic cunt and its curling hairs, stroking my prick up and down, jacking myself off because I couldn't do anything else to relieve that tremendous pressure that loaded my balls.
Hating to let go of that compelling snatch, I slowly lifted one leg at a time to get my shorts off, to have something to blot my come with. When it was done, and I felt back for the steamy comfort of maman's pussy, I couldn't find it. Instead, my hand fell on the curving of her ass, and that was almost as good. Her cheeks were glossy, slim at the top and widening just right at the bottom.
Listening close to the rhythm of her breathing, I continued to massage my swollen cock and dared to slide one questing finger gently into the cleft of her ass. I couldn't move it far without waking her up, but I managed to sample a hairy little indentation that left me breathless with wanting to do more.
But there wasn't anything I could do; I didn't have the guts to even touch the aching head of my prick to those alluring cheeks. I was a kid and she was my maman, and all hell would break loose if she woke up and caught me doing anything like that.
She rolled over again, and I stopped playing with my cock, holding my breath there in the dark. Maman murmured something I couldn't make out, speaking drowsily in her sleep, and her arm fell across my belly. Paralyzed, I lay there stiffly, not daring to move, feeling that smooth arm on my flesh like a hot poker, and when her hand slipped down, I swear my heart stopped beating.
Her fingers were like little butterflies landing against the distended base of my cock, and I damned near shot off right then. Then they felt around the shaft, and higher, fumbling softly and tantalizingly in the dark, exploring the length and thickness of my agonized prick, and I wondered what the hell she was dreaming about, or if she had just discovered something strangely out of place in her bed and was checking it out.
Whichever it was, she was driving me up the wall, and I struggled to hold back the semen that threatened to spew up and out of my over-excited cock. The prowling fingers reached the head of it, and I shuddered so hard that the bed rattled as they felt over and around it, fluttering, drifting teasingly across the distended knob.
"Well," maman murmured, "that's the biggest thing I have ever touched. I thought it was your leg, Johnny."
She was awake! Gulping, I tried to turn away, to hide my shameful erection from her, but her fingers closed tighter around my painful cock. "I-I'm sorry, maman. I was dreaming, I guess."
"Of little girls, no doubt," she whispered. "But your thing would frighten a little girl, cher. It needs a woman."
I couldn't believe it. Her hand was caressing my shaft, and she was turning on her side, moving closer to me. "Here, cher, if you turn this way, it will be better. Tell maman-have you ever forced this into some little child?"
"N-no," I gasped. "I mean, I've only-"
"Played with yourself," her soft voice intruded, "and that is truly a waste. So you are a young virgin, Johnny? How delightful, and how magnifique I should discover such a beautiful prick in my bed, just as I am coming alive again, so long after your grandpere's death."
Swallowing, I tried to straighten out what was happening, but I felt her tits come against me as she tugged me over onto my side, using my throbbing cock as a lever. And I felt the deep, tingling hairs of her enchanted pussy rubbing themselves against my thigh.
"Don't be afraid, my dear," she said. "Here, feel your maman's breasts. They are not so large as they once were, but I've kept them firm. Do you like them, cher?"
She lifted my nerveless hands and placed them on her tits. I felt the nipples thrusting pointy against my palms, and my fingers closed involuntarily over the soft resilence of the mounds themselves. They were wonderfully shaped and solid, as she said, and I thought of how many times I'd seen them jiggling beneath one of her thin house dresses.
"T-they're beautiful, maman."
"Press them, darling; roll the nipples gently between your fingers. A woman always likes that." Her body was full length against mine, and now my prick was against her belly, hard as steel and jerking as if her skin was sending little electric shocks through it.
"There's nothing to fear," she said. "Maman will teach you everything, darling-everything. Once you learn how to use that magnificent young prick, the girls will gather around you like flies to honey. Ah, my dear-what a huge prick you have! And to think, you are only fourteen years old; it may even grow some more."
Her mouth found mine in the dark, the lips damp and open, and when our tongues met wetly, it was as if I'd shoved mine into a wall socket. Dizzily, I submitted to the sweet probing, and her teeth raked mine, her breath panted into my throat. It was a wild and far-out sensation, holding her slim, sinuous body in my arms while my prick bobbed hungrily against her polished belly.
"To think," maman whispered against my lips, "that all these days, such a gorgeous prick was hanging between your legs. Move your face down, sweet, and kiss your maman's breasts."
I did as she ordered, ecstatic at the chance, my head spinning and my heart racing madly, too shaken up to think what was happening, not daring to say much in case I might break the spell. I kissed her throat, smelling the musky scent of her perfume that was like gardenias, and when my mouth found the giving mound of her tit, I buried my face between them, nuzzling there like a baby seeking food.
Her tits were food for me, in a way; I had never tasted a woman's nipples before, and their flavor was delicious, spicy in my mouth, making my tongue vibrate as I wrapped it in turn around them, cupping the breast itself in my hands and rubbing my cheeks and my chin over them.
"Very good, Johnny," she murmured, her hands stroking my hair. "Ahh, yes-like that, cherie; use your tongue well, and bite them gently. Oohh! So hot and sweet-yes, you may suck them, darling."
Blissfully, I pulled on the hard points of her tits, laving them with my tongue, then opening my mouth as wide as I could, so I could try to surround them entirely with my lips, so I could hold the entire tit in my mouth.
I felt her leg slide over my hip, and knew the smooth caress of the calf, the knee, and then the beguiling and lustruous thigh. The gloriously springy hair of her pussy came right up against the underside of my swollen cock, and I quivered again.
"Easy, darling," she said, settling herself to my cock. "It will be quick the first time, but don't let that disturb you. Here-I'll take your sweet prick and guide it where it ought to go. Feel the labia, my dear-ahh-such a wonderful cockhead, spongy and exciting, and so hard in its core. Just lie still while maman gets it fitted into the lips of her pussy."
Fighting to hold back the hot juices that wanted to rush from the trembling head, I cupped the cheeks of her fine ass in both hands as she steered my prick into the wetly welcoming slot deep within the lush pubic hair. I felt the magic of the cunt lips, this time with the head of my aching shaft, and knew the marvelous slippery feel of them as they spread themselves slightly to take me inside them.
Inside, she was all slimy and like greased velvet, and my cockhead slipped past the lips gone elastic for it, worked on into a mysterious, tight cave that closed downy walls around my meat. Suddenly, I gave a hunch that buried the length of my tool into her, that reached the distended head all the way up inside my maman's thrilling cunt.
At last, my prick was actually shoved pulsing into a woman's pussy! I wasn't dreaming, and I wasn't jacking off; I was really fucking a woman's cunt, and it was better than any of my fantasies.
"Move a little," she instructed me. "Ahh, darling, darling! So big-so tremendous-your prick fills me upstretches me wide open-oh, cher Johnny, fuck me! Fuck your grandmere!"
Jerkily, I drew back, quaking at the terrific feel of her tight, hot cunt walls sliding juicily along my shaft, pulling my meat back and back until only her pussy lips were clinging jealously to the expanded head. Then I shoved it home again, burying it all the way inside that suctioning, oily snatch and feeling the luxurious hairs of her pussy come to rest against my swollen balls.
In and out I worked my prick, knowing that it was prodding against something wonderfully soft and giving, reveling in the sensations of clinging, of wet hotness. Being inside her, holding on to her ass and feeling her tits bounce against my chest, feeling my grandmother squirm in delight upon my pistoning cock-it was all the good feelings of the world wrapped around me.
"Ahh-Johnny, Johnny! So much man meat-such a splendid prick! Fuck me harder, my lover-hard and deep; pound that glorious young cock up my hungry pussy! It has been so long, too long, since I have been fucked, and never-ahh, never like this!"
Humping up to that swallowing pussy, I felt a surge of pressure that started at my feet, curling the toes and racing up behind my calves to jerk at my knees before scattering along my thighs. My balls leaped upward, and as I jammed my prick solidly into the gripping vagina, the head of it flexed and I came. Oh man, did I come!
An explosion of semen thundered forth from the head of my prick, splattering the hot, greasy stuff all over my grandmother's pussy, drowning her womb and flooding the quivering satin walls of that precious vagina.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Maman screamed softly. "Oh-that beautiful semen! It's all creamy inside my pussy, cherie-and there's so much of it-all your sweet boy's come boiling inside your maman's thirsty cunt. Give it all to me, darling-ahh-oohh! I can't stand it any longer-AHHH!"
She jerked violently against me, pounding her crotch almost savagely into mine, grinding her trim ass in my hands and making her vibrating pussy slide all around over the still spitting head of my slick cock. Dimly, I realized that she was coming, too, that I had fucked this special, intriguing older woman until she reached that burst of rapture that could shake the world like it was shaking our bed.
Maman clawed at my back, moaning and rocking her head from side to side, the breath whistling from between her clenched teeth. Her pelvis hunched back and forth across mine, and I could feel velvet muscles deep inside her cunt as they contracted upon the shuddering head of my deeply buried prick.
It had happened, I told myself; it had truly happened: I had fucked my maman, and she had fucked me back, coming as hard and ecstatically as I had. It still seemed impossible, but she was as much in love with my prick as I worshipped her beautiful pussy. I was really there between those long, slim legs, tucked into that sweetly -haired crotch and feeling her tits against my chest as my hands clung adoringly to the cheeks of her lovely ass.
After a long, sweet drifting, she murmured against the base of my throat: "Johnny, Johnny-quell magniftque! You will be the best lover in the world, for I'll teach you, darling. I will show you everything about making a woman happy, and yourself as well. Such a prick you have! It's so hard and big I can't believe it. We will fuck for hours, my darling, my little grandson with the stallion's prick. Hold me now and relax, and when you are ready, we will fuck some more."
Man, I was ready right then. I mean, my cock was going bump-bump-bump inside of her slippery pussy, turned soapy and thrillingly slick by the come I had let go inside it. I never wanted to leave the inside of her cunt that was grasping my cock as if it were a wet glove pulling at my meat.
But I wanted to learn everything she promised. I was just getting started, had just gotten my first piece of ass, and I wanted more than anything else in the world to please my maman, to excite her and make her come and do anything that would turn her on. I wasn't scared any more, but I realized that I didn't know much, and if learning from her could make screwing any better than it already was, I'd stand on my head with a feather up my ass.
Thinking back on that first night with my sexpot maman, I know how damned lucky I was. She'd been without a prick for five years, and she was a blazing hot cunt who really needed her fucking on a regular schedule. Besides, she was open and honest enough to make it all terrific, and she'd been around enough to know all the tricks.
No little girl could have matched the fucking of my darling maman, and being taught by her wasn't just going to a school for sex; it was like getting a doctorate at a sensualist university.
And she was going to turn me on to more great screwing to come, and in a plot that would bring the whole family back together.
CHAPTER 2
Maman fed me a good breakfast and served cafe royalle after. I felt a little funny, kind of edgy, sitting across the table from her and remembering what we had done last night, the crazy, fulfilling screwing we'd made.
She wore only her filmy robe, and every time she leaned over the table, I could see the delicious mounds of her breasts and the eager thrusting of those nipples I'd sucked. Before I'd finished the brandy-laced coffee, my breath was catching in my throat, and my cock was standing up tall and stiff against my belly.
Maman sensed my tenseness and gave a little enticing roll of her shapely hips as she walked over to put the dishes in the washer. When she turned, light came through the robe, outlining the marvelous long legs and drawing my concentrated attention to where they were joined, that enchanted spot where her magnificent pussy was.
"Ah," she breathed, tilting back her head and thrusting the points of her tits against the sheer material, "cher Johnny; so very young and eager. You make me feel young, too; when your eyes hold to me like that, I am a girl again."
I said, "I don't want you a girl; I want you just like you are."
She smiled and came around the table to me, taking my head and pressing it between the perfumed mounds of her breasts. "And already you are the courtier, saying exactly the right thing. Come, darling; come back into the bedroom, for any time is the right time for making love."
It was different in the daytime, and I sat taut upon the edge of the bed, watching her slide sensuously out of the dressing gown. Maman moved with more grace than a stripper, exposing her tits first, then letting the robe slip by degrees down her belly as she rotated her hips gently from side to side. The light played over the hills and valleys of her slim, sleek body, making her flawless skin glisten. My prick throbbed with anticipation, and I stared hungrily as the robe dropped from her hips and showed me the wonderful fluffiness of her cunt hairs.
Now I saw that they were indeed the same color as the curls on her head, silvery and gleaming, but even more tightly ringletted, drawing my eyes like a thousand intriguing magnets. They were a lush and beckoning forest that shaped the pouting hill of her pussy, snugged to enticingly between those polished thighs.
I reached for her, and she slid close, pressing her tits into my face, murmuring endearments and stroking my head. Her skin was sweet and warm, tasting of gardenias and of sultry promises. Taking her breasts in both hands then, she rubbed their nipples teasingly up and down my cheeks.
"Lie back on the bed, cherie; let maman help you off with that robe-ah, there! How strong and beautiful your young prick is, my darling, how thick and long. Ah, thousands of women the world over envy me this lovely cock."
I was trembling all over, my balls swollen with a new load of semen, my excitement even more powerful now, since I knew what the inside of her cunt was like, the thrills it could give me. Man, how I wanted to drive my hard cock into its yielding softness again.
She climbed gracefully over my body and lay down be side me, and in the passing, I caught a glimpse of her pussy lips, coyly peeping from deep within their guardian hairs, pink and swollen. Immediately, I rolled on top of her, my hands catching hold of those slim hips, anxious to bury my aching meat into her hot body.
"Gently," Maman whispered. "There is much time, darling. Kiss me first, my mouth, my throat."
My cock vibrating against her belly, I kissed her, knowing the hot lancing of her tongue within my mouth, and the clashing of her teeth. I nipped lightly at her throat, and she urged my head on down to her tits. Loving them, adoring their resiliency and exotic shapings, I licked over them, drew the hard nipples one by one into my mouth, and sucked in rapture.
All the while, her fingertips were fluttering over my back like warm butterflies, drifting along my spine and over the tensed cheeks of my ass. When I lifted my head and urged a knee between her legs, she murmured, "Non, Johnny; not yet, my young lover. Kiss your maman's belly; draw your tongue over my skin."
Obeying gladly, I moved down her rib cage, licking and tasting her flesh, taking little folds of her skin between my teeth and enjoying how that made her squirm. When I reached her belly, it was shivering and rolling, and she was beginning to rock her hips from side to side in that eager motion I was getting to know well.
My chin brushed against the very edge of her pubic hair, and maman shuddered. "Into the joining of the hips, cher," she panted. "Use your tongue there, press it deeply."
Quaking with a new kind of excitement, I did as she told me, reveling in my capacity to thrill this beautiful, experienced woman. She was teaching me, guiding me along the mysterious byways of love, and I dug it, anxious to learn all there was to know.
"Go on, love," she gasped. "Lick on down into my pussy hairs, and find the labia with your tongue-the cunt lips, Johnny."
Man, I didn't even hesitate. Maybe the kids said this was dirty and freakish, but I didn't give a damn what anybody else thought at that moment. I could smell a sexy kind of musk rising from maman's cunt, a heady incense that turned me on even more. Rubbing my cheek against the marvelous softness of those curly, springy hairs, I trailed my tongue across them, too. They tasted great, like little tickling fires.
Pulsing, warm and steamy, the cunt lips were waiting for me, and I used my hands to spread maman's beautiful thighs wide, opening her crotch for me, puckering up those gorgeous pink lips. Licking down over them, I knew the flavor of her pussy, the compelling and spicy syrup of that magic cunt, and felt along their trembling length.
"My love, my young lover!" maman cried out. "Oh, darling-reach on inside; feel inside your maman's aching cunt."
I slipped in my tongue, drove in between the amazingly soft and clinging lips of her wet pussy. My teeth pressed down upon them, and I felt around inside the satiny, hot walls, probing and stroking.
"That's it," she moaned. "Lick my pussy, lover; devour my hot cunt, darling-eat me, eat me!"
I did just that, sucking her cunt lips into my mouth and chewing upon them, laping like a puppy dog with my busy tongue, drawing her labia deeply into my mouth and wishing I could bury my entire head into that flaming pussy. Groaning and siphoning, I ate my grandmother's delicious cunt, pressing deeply into the hairs that curled into my cheeks, burying my nose against her mound, and my chin into the crack of her grinding ass.
She was rotating her pelvis, rolling and bucking it gently against my face, and her thighs slowly closed around my head as her hands came down to tangle their fingers in my hair.
"Cher, cher! Feel' up higher-higher yet-find the hood, the little nub beneath it. Push in, darling, in! Ahhh-yes, yes, yes! That's my clit, Johnny-that's where a woman feels the most. Lick my clit, sweet boy; suck on it for your maman."
I teased the little growth and felt it quiver madly against my searching tongue. Pulling it tenderly in, sucking upon it, I played the darling thing against my teeth, and maman freaked out. Her pelvis heaved insanely against my face, and she pushed my head down into the sizzling depths of her flexing cunt.
"Oh-oh, you sweet little bastard! You darling little cunt eater! Ahh-oh, oh-magnifique! I'm coming, coming--now! Now!"
Eyes closed, gasping into the savory tunnel of her grinding pussy, I ate maman's exquisite cunt as she came, knowing the terrific feel of her thrusts against my mouth as she wildly fucked my face.
I just lay there with both cheeks of that crazy ass cupped in my hands, with her pussy juices warm and sticky upon my cheeks and chin, digging the ecstasy I had been able to give her. It was another step, another direction in my instruction, and I could not have found a better teacher. I know now that my grandmother is one of the hottest pieces of ass in existence, that she digs sex in just about any form, and that she has an intricate knowledge of all the finer points of fucking.
She had been without a cock for five years then, withdrawing deeper into herself after my grandfather died, and maybe, if I hadn't been shipped to her for awhile as unwanted merchandise, she might have withered, all that fine, hot pussy going to waste. That would have been a damned shame.
"Johnny," she purred, loosening her thighs from around my head, "oh you sweet, adorable boy. That's the first oral sex I've had in much too long a time. Beautiful, wonderful-and I thank you for it."
I lifted my smeared face, licking the sweet liquid from my lips and smiling at her. "Thank you, maman. That's really wild."
"Lie down, dear boy," she said, those hot eyes feasting upon my aching prick as I moved over, "and your maman will thank you better. To think-such a gorgeous cock, and it's all mine; it has been in no other cunt yet, but it will, it will. And no little girl has ever taken that shining head between her lips, Ziein?"
"N-no," I answered, understanding what she had in mind now. A new series of trembling raced through my tensed body, and my heart raced. Was she actually going to go down on me?
She straddled my body, her eyes holding mine, and the hot, sexy lights moving in their liquid depths. "You'll love this, Johnny-and I will love doing it for you."
She lay down on top of me, her nipples burning into my chest, and her mouth was warmly mobile, her tongue flicking my lips before slipping between them. Our breaths mixed, and our tongues were alive, caressing and fondling. Reluctantly, she drew away, passing her hands down over my chest, raking her fingernails lightly across my ribs. I felt her body slide down mine, her tits touching my upper belly as maman tickled my chest with her tongue.
Gasping, I writhed as she suddenly pulled one of my nipples between her teeth and sucked it. My back arched and I caught her head between my hands, but she merely moved lower, drawing that hot, slippery tongue down my breast bone. Maman nipped the skin of my belly, and her hands were warm on my hips, stroking and teasing.
Eyes closed, I lay back and tried to relax, but every nerve in my body was crying out, and my stiff prick was throbbing as if it were going to split down the middle, or at least blow its head clean off. Her curly hair tingled against my skin, and her breath raised goose bumps. Then she was toying with my balls, hefting them in her hand, her fingers playing delicately and knowingly around the base of my shaft.
"Gorgeous," she murmured, "the root is thick and strong, your balls heavy and full, my dear. I'm tracing the swollen veins now, drawing my fingers up along them, following them as they feed up into that marvelous, huge head."
My cock twitched and I was afraid it was going to spurt its load right then and there. But I held back as best I could, and she damned near set it off again when she leaned down and squeezed her round tits around my rod, working them slowly up and down.
"M-maman," I begged. "Please-I can't-"
"Of course, you can," she said, and blew her warm breath upon the expanded head of my prick. "It's going to get better, Johnny-much, much better."
She kissed it then, her lips very soft and gentle, her fingers wrapped around the shaft. I flinched and my asshole snapped up tight. When she began to lick all around the puffy head, hot waves washed over me, and I gritted my teeth. Maman felt all under the rod, tickled the little dangle of skin just below the point, and moved tantalizingly up to hover at the tip. As I caught my breath and stared down to watch it, maman opened her lips and dipped her face.
Her hot lips closed over the aching head of my hard cock, and her tongue delved into the slit, pushing down, letting up, working over and under and around. One of her hands held my balls, and the other one moved up and down the shaft as she started to suck, drawing my cockhead up along the silken roof of her mouth. I felt her teeth rake tenderly over the skin, and she kept pulling, pulling, letting up only to race that educated tongue around the head.
"Mmmm," she moaned, and my hands felt blindly down to hold her head. In reflex, I began to feed the meat to her mouth, pumping my cock gently back and forth, and the tip was touching her throat. I was fucking maman's mouth, screwing her suctioning mouth, and the sensation was like nothing I'd ever know before.
Gulping and pulling, she ate me up, loving my cockhead with her lips and tongue, building up a steady suction, a slippery rhythm that was terrific, crazy. Clenching my fingers into her curly hair, I kept stroking my prick into that blazing mouth, nudging the back of her throat, knowing the feel of her cheeks as they dipped in and out.
"Uhh!" I grunted. 'Maman-I-it's coming, and I can't hold it back. Oh maman-I'm going to shoot off right in your mouth!"
She moaned around my prick, never slowing up, pumping her hand quicker up and down the shaft, her tongue running wild and hot over the cockhead, and I just had to let it go. Lifting up to my elbows, staring down at the way her face moved, at how her lips were wrapped so hungrily around my prick, I gave a final hunch and released the pent-up load.
It gushed hotly into her mouth, spattering back into the opening of her throat, a rich and heavy flooding of come that drowned her tongue and bathed her teeth. Maman continued to suck blissfully, squeezing hard upon my prick, drawing forth every thick drop of juice, swallowing the fountain of semen and pulling avidly for more. I gave her spurt after spurt, the wild sensations exploding in my balls, my back arching and my teeth locked.
But the supply had to run out, and when it did, I let go of my grandmother's head and fell back limply upon the pillow, my chest heaving and spots dancing before my eyes. Oh wow! That was the biggest load I had ever thrown, and she'd drained it all.
I lay there with my head spinning, in a special kind of warmth that flooded my being. Maman kept her head down there between my legs, nuzzling my still hard prick, licking over the head and shaft, then pulling my balls into her mouth. That woman really worshipped a cock, and adored semen. Later in our fucking career, I was to watch her dip her fingers in slicky come and rub them over her nipples, rub them over her lips and offer them to me for kissing.
Now, I never dug homo between guys, although I have a kind of different outlook upon it for chicks, but tasting my own semen on maman's tongue gave me a weird thrill, and I never backed off from that.
That perfect morning, she slowly kissed her way back up my limp body, sliding over me all warm and wiggly, until she lay with one leg over me, and her cheeks next to mine.
"Johnny," she murmured, "you are truly a jantastique lover. You and I, we will fuck very much, each giving to the other all that we have. You are so young and strong, so hungry for the love a woman can give, and this glorious big prick-oh, cherie, I love you so!"
Stroking the velvet skin of her back, I said, "I love you, maman-all of you: these beautiful tits, the way your smooth ass wiggles, and most of all, your gorgeous pussy."
She found my prick with her hand, and guided the swollen head to the wet hairs of her cunt, setting the tip into the rubbery lips and giving a series of hunches that fed it up inside her ready snatch. Slowly, tenderly, we lay there screwing.
CHAPTER 3
After a gumbo dinner that put strength back into my legs, maman talked about what was happening in the family for the first time. We had such a closeness now, this sexy older woman and me, that I didn't feel she was prying. After all, she was part of the family, too, and nearer to me than my own mother. Maman was just about everything to me-my lover, my teacher, my mistress, and I adored her from head to toe, and all points in between.
"What started the divorce thing, cherie!" she asked. "Was it just something that built over the years?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so. They seemed kind of happy, until this guy came along."
Maman's eyebrows went up. "Oh, a lover?"
Nodding, I said, "Lucien Labas. Daddy calls him a Cajun stud, and I guess he came up on them making it one time. Funny, I never thought about my mother screwing anybody else."
She said quietly, "No? Not even yourself?"
Maybe I blushed; my face felt hot, and I took a sip of the good table wine. "Well, maybe; but only kind of dreaming, like. I'd never-never-"
"All young men dream erotic thoughts about their mothers," maman said, "and it's a shame that they stifle those dreams. What better person to teach them? Thinking back, I remember that I always wanted my father to screw me. I used to peek through the bathroom keyhole to get a look at his prick. But I never did anything about it, and I have always been sorry."
I stared at her. "You mean, I ought to try and make it with mom? I-I don't think I'm ready for that, maman. She wouldn't go for it, anyway, and dad-man, he'd kill me! He damned near went out of his head when he found out mom was fucking this guy, said he'd never done it to anybody else since they were married, and all that."
"Foolish," she said, "very foolish. If he loves her, if they have it good sexually, why should he be jealous of another man? Fucking someone else makes her happy, so your father should be happy, too. Desiree will be better for it, and give your father better screwing."
"I never thought of it that way," I said. "But dad-well, he won't ever come around to that kind of idea. He's pretty stiff-necked about a lot of things, pretty uptight."
"Then he needs to be loosened up," maman said thoughtfully. "You all do. Desiree inherited my own hot blood, and your grandfather was quite a man, too. It is a wonder to me that she never found a lover before. How about little Claire? Has your sweet little sister lost her cherry yet?"
Gulping, I said, "I don't know, maman. Dad doesn't let her go on dates yet. I never thought about Claire making it; she's just a kid.
"Only a year younger than you, cher. Have you never accidentally felt her small ass, nor rubbed against her little tits?"
This time I did turn red. "Oh wow; you let it all hang out, don't you, maman? A few times, I guess-but that was because I was so hard up."
"And so hard" she smiled. "I imagine she liked it, but it's just as well you didn't take her cherry. A prick as massive as yours-well, let it say it would be better for Claire to work up to it by degrees. Possibly she is already doing it. But no matter now; back to my own daughter-tell me, Johnny, did she force the divorce?"
Shaking my head, I said, "No, that was dad's idea, because she wouldn't give up this Lucien Labas dude. I heard them arguing, and she said she'd be happy to keep them both, but dad blew up at that and told her to get her ass out of the house."
Maman's eyes probed mine. "And you; what did you do then?"
I swallowed. "It made me pretty uptight, I guess. I mean, thinking about mom making it with another guy, that put her in a little different light. I got a hard-on, picturing her all naked on her back, and this hairy dude climbing in between her legs with his big cock in his hand. So I-I crawled back into my bed and jacked off."
"Good for you," maman said. "It would have been good for your father, too. There is much for us to do, cher, and we'll manage it, you and I."
"What do you mean?"
Her smile was slow and sexy, those hot lights moving in her eyes. "I mean that perhaps your father needs teaching, and the others, also. The opportunity will come soon, I think."
Man, that idea really turned me on. I sat there at the table and thought of my father, a big, good-looking guy, being led along the same paths maman had opened for me. Wow; if anybody could shake his uptight ideas about sex, it would be maman.
And my cute little kid sister; how would maman go about it with her? If Claire was still a cherry, and I didn't much doubt that she was, maman said a big cock like mine wouldn't be too good for her at first. That only left daddy, and my blood raced at the picture. I could imagine Claire, very slim and small, with all her clothes off, and lying on a bed trembling, while dad got naked, too. Maybe he would have to use some kind of oil to make her unused little pussy slippery before he'd be able to get his cock into those virgin cunt lips.
My own cock jumped up tall and thick, and I put my hand on it. We were still wearing our robes, maman and me, and mine turned into a tent, with the pole sticking straight up in the middle.
"Never hide that beautiful erection," my grandmother said softly. "It's much too fabulous to be hidden. Once your mother is past the mental block she may have about fucking her own son, I'm certain she will agree with me. Desiree may even be a little jealous that I have known it before her."
"You're so beautiful," I said, "and you understand so much. I'll always love you, maman."
She got up from the table, glanced at the dishes, and shrugged them away. "Of course, darling; and I shall always adore my young, horny lover. The living room this time, Johnny; there is no special place for fucking; all locales are good."
I followed her into the living room, my eyes on the way her trim ass swung saucily from side to side, with little fluid up and down movements that called attention to the shapings of her cheeks. Staring at the dusky cleft of her ass, I trembled to think that I had been there, that my balls had rested against her hole while the full length of my prick was buried to the root inside her clinging, velvet pussy. It was almost as good thinking about it as doing it.
She kept her back to me when she stopped by the arm of the couch, and I watched the filmy robe drift down her back. Maman had on those high platform shoes that made her great legs look even better. She has the loveliest ass, and I stared at it as she bent over the couch arm and the cheeks kind of spread themselves out.
"Not in the small hole," she said. "You are hung altogether too massively for that, cherie, although I would dearly like to feel you up me there. But this is a different approach for you, one that I think you will enjoy very much."
I dropped my own robe and moved toward her, entranced by the look of her slim, shapely body with its ass poked up toward me. She was making herself completely passive for me, her thighs apart and her tits hanging down, her elbows on the sofa cushion. Stepping up close, I ran my hands wonderingly over her back and hips, softly caressing the globes of her ass and feeling down over her lush thighs. Gently, I felt between them, fondling the luxurious silver hair of her warm pussy, touching my fingertips to the marvelously soft lips, knowing their sultry dampness.
Then I took my cock in one hand, squeezing down upon its veined hardness and making the purplish head expand even more. There was a little drop of liquid seeping from the slit, and I rubbed it on the base of maman's spine.
She shuddered and rolled her ass. So I worked the end of my prick up and down the crack of her ass, really digging the kind of evil sensation it gave me, and I couldn't help wondering how it would be to feed my meat up into that tight little hole. But maman said my shaft was far too big for that, and I'd sure as hell be satisfied with getting it into that exquisite, hot cunt, instead.
"Gently, Johnny," she said as I touched the point to her silken pussy hairs. "Slow and easy, my darling."
I eased it against the slidy, hot lips, and felt the tip of it penetrate a little as my grandmother wiggled her ass to help me set it right. Her labia stretched willingly to let the expanded head work itself between them, and I quivered as I knew the juicy hotness of her snatch close around me.
Tenderly, I fed an inch or two up into her, looking down to watch how her pussy lips were hanging to my shaft, and seeing the hairy spread of them.
More of the meat slid up into that tightly grasping snatch, and I heard maman groan with pleasure as she felt my hard cock reaching farther and deeper into her flexing cunt. Her vagina was like soapy velvet, its walls trembling around my penetrating cock, and with one final surge, it was all the way inside her. My balls swung down to dangle between her spread thighs, to nestle against the padded arm of the couch.
I took a grip on her waist, sometimes moving my hands down to cup her ass cheeks, sometimes placing my thumb in the crack to open them wider, and I started to stroke, to thrust back and forth in that undulating pussy, so boiling hot, so voluptuously soft.
"Ahh," she moaned, "ahh, that's the way, darling. You no longer have to be gentle-give it to me, Johnny; give it all to me. Force that wonderful, young prick into my pussy, fuck me hard, cher-fuck me very hard and savagely."
I did as she told me, drawing my prick back until only the flanged head was held jealously by the suctioning lips of her torrid pussy, then driving it home with a solid, twisting motion. Maman grunted as I did that, and rolled her ass sensuously, hiked it up to me for another stroke, and another.
Her small fists beat upon the couch cushions, and she was hissing between clenched teeth. For a second I thought I might be hurting her, but she told me to go on, harder, deeper.
The brutal action got to me, made me feel somehow like a primitive man, or like some big stud animal. She was my soft and helpless bitch, and I could fuck her any way I wanted, pound her cunt and slam it. I did just that, hammering my stiff prick far up into her vagina, pulling it back for another battering ram stroke, grinding it savagely into that blazing cunt that I loved so damned much.
Jamming it in there, I felt every slippery inch of her vaginal walls, and when J thrust it to the hilt, I knew the hairy knot of her asshole against my pelvis. Man, oh man-I was really laying that hard meat up her body, seesawing it mean and dirty into maman's deliciously twisting pussy, and it was nothing but great.
Pumping it steadily, I leaned over and snugged my belly to her ass cheeks, my chest to her back, and brought my hands around to take a grip on each of her pendulum tits. She bucked up to my strokes, moaning and gasping as her ass went crazy, as her flaming pussy gulped and chewed at my driving cockhead.
"Maman, maman!" I panted. "Oh, you sweet, hot-assed bitch-oh, I'm coming, darling-I'm pumping my come away up inside your precious cunt!"
"Give it to me, baby!" she cried out. "Let it go in my pussy, darling-ohh-ahh! I'm coming, too-coming-COMING!"
The head of my prick spread itself, vibrated, and suddenly geysered a stream of boiling come into my grandmother's hungry cunt. The stuff was creamy and rich, bubbling around my embedded cock as it bathed the quivering walls of her vagina and showered over the cup of her cervix. Spurt after hot spurt of the heavy semen jetted into maman's twitching pussy, and I gasped on top of her writhing body, feeling the cheeks of her ass grinding and humping as she took it all.
I don't know how long I lay there with my pulsing shaft buried deep within that fabulous cunt, but I kind of came to myself and thought that my weight must be mashing her, so I came back up and eased my prick from the slippery clenching of her pussy lips. A sticky little stream of juice followed it, sliding down the inside of maman's thigh.
Sighing, she climbed off the couch arm, straightening up and rubbing at her back. Over one shoulder, she said to me, "Johnny, that was one fine screwing you gave your grandmother."
"That we gave each other," I corrected. "It's as much fun giving as taking, and I never knew I could bang it in that way. Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
Maman came close and pressed the cones of her tits into my chest. I could barely feel the kiss of her damp pubic hairs against my belly, where my cock was beginning to sag in the middle. "You hurt me nicely, sweet boy, as I wished to be hurt. Sometimes women desire great tenderness, but other times, they wished to be treated roughly, to be mauled. The trick is to tell which, so always let the woman take the lead. If she bangs her pussy into you, bang it back; if she's taking it slow and easy, stroke her gently. Women are not truly mysterious, cher; they are simply women."
Naked, she walked to the little bar in one corner of the room. Her ass wiggled enticingly, and I admired the graceful curve of her back, the eye-catching swing of those long, slim legs. I found myself thinking what she'd said about mom, and for a long second there, I was staring at my mother's bare ass, at my mother's shapely legs. And I wondered how her Cajun stud fed the meat to her, hard and strong, or slow and easy. Could maman be right about her, as she was about so many other things? Would my mother spread her legs for me, let me get my stiff cock into that forbidden pussy where my father's shaft had worked so many times?
Turning, my grandmother brought me a glass of wine and touched her glass to it. "To more and better fucking," she toasted, "and to making our entire family see that great truth."
CHAPTER 4
We spent the next week discovering all the tricks of our bodies, maman and I. She taught me all the positions I was interested in, and how I could kind of throw my mind out of gear so I wouldn't come too quick. And she showed me how to be honest with myself, to not be ashamed of any of my needs. So long as I didn't hurt somebody else, she said, or force them to do anything that turned them off, then everything was all right to try.
Of course, she showed me around town, too; we ate boiled crabs at Lake Pontchartrain, and oysters on the half shell at Felix's. I couldn't go into any of the joints along Bourbon Street, but maman mixed me drinks at home, and I know damned well I got more juicy, far-out sex there than I could have by washing strippers shake it at me.
We fucked anywhere and everywhere-standing up in the shower, with both of us all slippery with soap bubbles; on the floor, where she wrapped those sleek legs around me; on the bed and couch and with me sitting in a big chair. I fucked my grandmother top and bottom and upside down, and all of it was wonderful. We played sixty-nine, and I discovered how far-out it was to eat into her lovely cunt while she was sucking my hard cock at the same time. Man, she made me wish I was two guys, so I could put the meat to her double, in her steaming pussy and in her avid mouth. I didn't know that she was leading me up to something just as good, but it wasn't long before I found out.
I'd been down to the corner grocery for something, and when I came back up the steps, maman was excited. I could see it in her face, in the way her round, firm tits heaved against the thin blouse.
"Johnny, they're coming," she said. "Your father and sister; they're coming down tonight to spend a day or two, he said. It's his way of saying goodbye to you-he thinks."
That put me down in a hurry, and I guess it showed because she put her arms around me and squeezed me close. Into my ear, she said: "Darling, darling-don't feel this way. It's our chance to set things straight. Remember our talk, how we're going to get your father and little Claire to thinking as we do? And believe me, lover-it's only a step from them to Desiree."
I was pouting. "And her stud?"
"But of course," she said, stepping back and eyeing me closely. "Your mother is entitled to a lover, if she wishes; or several, for that matter. Don't be jealous of this Labas man, cherie; once you slide your beautiful young prick between your mother's thighs, she will fuck you as never before."
"I-I don't know," I said. "It all sounds kind of kinky."
"Come," she said impatiently. "A glass of good sherry, hein! You must help me plan my strategy; we must decide the best way to seduce your father. Greg Wilson is stiff-necked and puritan, is he? Then we will make him stiff elsewhere. And you will not be jealous of me; your maman has pussy enough for all." ;
I had to laugh with her; maman is so uninhibited, so up front with it all. I sat down and sipped my wine. "I guess getting him bombed would be the best way," I said. "He started to hit the juice pretty good after he chased mom out of the house. Maybe he's still doing it. If he gets pretty smashed, maybe you could crawl into bed with him and have his cock in that beautiful cunt before he knows what's happening. Once he's got it in you, he'll never be able to stop; he won't want to."
She patted my cheek. "My little courtier with the glorious prick. I was thinking along the same lines myself. You will have to get your sister out of the way, keep her occupied."
Blinking, I said, "But you said she might be cherry, that my cock is too big for her."
Maman smiled. "You have learned the other ways, darling. I should think you would be dreaming of eating that adorable little pussy. You shouldn't force her to do the same for you-not unless she truly wishes it, but you can certainly make her blind with passion. And since you will still have a magnificent hard-on, when I have finished with your father, I will make it soft for you."
I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the wine on her lips, and the warmth of her lascivious desires. "Anything you say, maman."
Truthfully, I was getting excited at the thought of going down on my kid sister, of making her come for the first time, if she hadn't been finger fucking herself, I thought, or if she hadn't been swinging with some horny boy in her class. But Claire had always been more like dad, while I took more after mother. Her tiny cunt was probably still unused, and maybe she'd try to guard it as if it was golden. But I'd face that problem when I came to it. First, there was maman's plan for my dad.
She whipped around the house, dusting and straightening up, and still had plenty of time to take care of herself. "I've always thought that your father could be quite a man if he took the trouble," she said. "He had to have something to keep Desiree under control for this long. She's hot-blooded, that girl; she must have gotten bored, that's all."
I followed her into the bathroom and watched her draw a tub of steaming water. When she sank into it after spicing it with the scene of gardenias, I watched how the water drifted over her pussy, giving an additional shine to the curly silver hairs, and how it lapped up to her breasts, barely covering those delectable nipples.
"Dad won't be able to resist you," I said. "After he has a few drinks in him, especially. And I'll be waiting for you, maman."
She gave me her knowing smile. "With a hard-on, of course. There will be plenty for you, cherie; you are my very special lover."
I was halfway hard already, but I pushed myself out of there before it got bad to handle. I was getting jumpy, halfway scared to face my old man, wondering if he could see it in my face, how I had grown up. Could he tell I was no longer a cherry, that I had not only been fucking maman, but going down on her, too?
She was radiant in a flowing gown that clung to her sleek body and out-lined the points of her high breasts. There was a softness about maman, a seductiveness that I recognized immediately; she was turned on by the idea of screwing her son-in-law.
If it hadn't been for her superb behavior, I think dinner would have been a disaster. Dad was uptight and sullen, making a few clumsy attempts to talk with me, and not turning down the glasses of wine maman kept urging him to have. My sister was being bratty, trying to act cool and not knowing how, and already treating me as if I was no longer an important part of the family.
But I had to admit that she looked neat; her little tits were growing, and she had developed a bouncy way of walking that drew attention to her ass. She was small and cute, but still a little kid; I couldn't compare her to the rich maturity of maman. Still, I couldn't help wondering how she would act once I got my tongue to working inside her girlish pussy, or what would happen when I shoved the head of my cock into her new snatch.
Claire stayed close to dad, and I noticed the dirty looks she was beginning to throw at our grandmother. The little bitch was jealous, I thought, and remembered what maman had said about girls wanting to make it with their fathers, like boys dreamed about their mothers. And if everything worked out, she was going to get her chance to ride her dream cock.
I gulped; would I really get my own chance at mom? Maybe she'd be horrified at even the barest hint that I wanted to screw her, or maybe she was too much in love with her Cajun stud, or she might think I was too much a kid, and freaky besides. I was getting all mixed up and scared. This whole damned idea might blow up in our faces, maman's and mine; then where the hell would we be?
Maman gave me a nod. "Johnny-why don't you take your sister down to the corner for some ice cream? I forgot to get any today. Greg will help me clean up."
"Sure," my dad said, lurching to his feet, still holding the heavily spiked cup of coffee she'd brought him. "Sure, you kids go on, while I give Terese a hand."
Claire glared at them. "We won't be gone long."
"Take your time," dad said, grinning loosely, the way he does when he's smashed.
"Come on," I said, and took her arm. Claire snatched it away and went stomping down the stairs ahead of me. She was going to be trouble, I figured, but I didn't know what I was going to do about it.
We ate ice cream that damned near choked me, and I told her that she was getting to be a real pretty girl, which surprised the hell out of her.
"You think so, Johnny? I'm real skinny, and I haven't much up here."
I hit her with it head on: "Your tits, you mean? I think they're cute; kind of pert and saucy, I mean. And they'll grow a lot more."
Her eyes were wide, staring at me. "Wow, man; you're talking different since you came down here."
"Thinking different, too," I said. "Like I'm wondering how grownup you really are, if you've made it yet with some boy."
She looked away quickly. "That's none of your business. Let's get on back to the house."
"Hell with this ice cream," I said. "Let's sneak up quietly and snitch some wine from the kitchen."
That idea tickled her, and she giggled softly as we eased up the stairs and I found a bottle for us. She didn't protest when I led her to my room. We could hear music going somewhere in the house, but the lights were off in the dining room, and I wondered if maman had dad in bed already. One thing was for sure; I had to keep my sister away from the action.
I flicked on the bed lamp and turned the radio to a soft rock station, passing her the open bottle of wine. I was smart enough to warn her that it was strong, so naturally she showed me how tough she was, and took a couple of big swallows.
"Hey," I said, "you do about as good as me," and faked most of my drinking. If it was working for maman, the same game plan ought to come straight for me. I gave her the bottle again and asked about school, about her boyfriends, and after she'd forced another drink, told her that I'd made it myself, that I had screwed a woman.
Claire's eyes got big and round. "Really? I mean, not some girl, but a grownup woman?"
"That's right," I said.
"A whore," she guessed. "You paid a whore."
"No way, Claire. She dug it as much as I did; more, maybe." She was forgetting all about dad, and that's how I wanted it, but I couldn't forget him myself; I kept wondering what maman was doing with him.
"Have another drink, Claire, and stick around. We've got a lot to talk about. But I have to go to the bathroom now; back in a minute."
She was nodding sleepily when I left, and I hoped she didn't take too much wine and get sick. But I was eager to find out about dad, so I sneaked down the hall and peeped into the door to maman's room. It was open just a crack, and she had the bed lamp on to throw a soft glow across her bed, that bed where I had learned to fuck.
My breath got caught in my throat when I saw them. Oh wow; they were both bare-ass naked, and she was playing with his erect prick. Dad was lying on his back with his legs spread, and his cock sticking straight up maman's fingers were fluttering over it, teasing up and down the shaft and tickling into his balls, then rising to caress the bulging head.
Good, I thought; they hadn't started fucking yet, and I would be able to see it all, from the very first stroke. His eyes were closed, but he had one arm around maman, and his hand was cupping her breast, the fingers nipping its point. Her head was on his chest, and I could make out the red quickness of her tongue as it flicked into his chest hair.
Staring at his prick, I saw that it was smaller than my own, maybe much smaller. But it looked strong and very hard, and I wondered how long it had been since dad had dipped it into a nice, hot pussy. Mother had been gone for several weeks now, and I guess he was hard up. But he would never have made a pass at maman if he wasn't smashed, and if she didn't start the ball rolling. He was that square and uptight.
But he was past the point of no return now; maman wasn't about to let him go, and he didn't look as if he wanted to get away from her. I stood there entranced as she slid one of those glossy, beautiful legs across his body, and rubbed the sticky head of his expanded cock into the lush growth of her humid pubic hairs. She climbed up to straddle him then, and my eyes feasted upon the delicate shaping of her ass as she placed one knee on each side of his supine body.
For a long moment, she poised there, her smooth back erect, her wonderfully firm tits pushed out, their nipples very stiff, one hand still wrapped around his hard prick. Then maman began to lower her crotch, slowly and sexily, guiding the throbbing head of my dad's cock into the enchanted soft hotness of her mound.
Man, it was beautiful! I watched the puffy head pushing up into her elastic cunt lips as maman's weight came down, and saw those succulent lips spreading to take it inside their wet grip. The cockhead slid up and in, and maman's ass came slowly down, taking the rest of the shaft into her vagina, slipping down until the crack of her sweet ass was resting against his balls. She had it socked home then, wiggling as she felt it reach all the way up into her tight and hungry snatch.
His hands reached up and around to cup the cheeks of that crazy ass, and I saw dad kind of roll them together around his embedded prick. Maman rotated her lower body, grinding and hunching delightfully on his buried meat, loving the sensation of this new pole inside her eager vagina.
She leaned over enough to brace her hands flat against his heaving chest, and said down to him: "Greg, Greg-for such a long time, I have wanted to know the feel of your hard prick inside my pussy. We have waited many years, but now-ah, now-fuck me, lover; fuck me well."
Then maman bent over father, taking his head with one hand and lifting it so she could feed him the nipple of her rounded tit. Her fantastic ass made slow, juicy circles, and I knew exactly what her highly trained pussy was doing to his prick, that it was suctioning and nibbling upon the cockhead, that its slippery, hot walls were compressed around his hard meat.
He sucked on her tit, so hard that I could hear the noises, and maman stroked his head as she lifted and dropped her ass in that gently wrenching motion I appreciated so damned much. Was I jealous? Hell no; I was glad for both of them, happy that my father could know the same kind of delirious fucking maman had shown me, happy that maman could enjoy herself with a new student.
And I couldn't help wondering if he wasn't getting a better piece of ass than he had ever known in his lifetime. Maybe my mother couldn't screw so well; she might be sort of uptight, too, and never really let herself go when she was fucking. But then I remembered her lover and knew that she was hot for man meat, but maybe my father didn't turn her on anymore.
Glued to the crack in the door, holding tightly to my own throbbing prick, I watched every sensuous movement they made, and saw dad lifting, humping to drive his cock harder up into that beautiful, steaming pussy.
She was moaning and wiggled faster. Their mouths were locked together now, and I knew that their tongues were darting wildly together, just as his prick was moving frantically within the sizzling, narrow cave of her clenching pussy. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her heaving ass, and dad gave a powerful upward thrust that lifted her into the air so that only her knees were touching the bed.
I saw his balls leap and convulse as the semen went thundering up along his shaft and exploded from the flexing head of his cock. Shivering, I realized what was happening inside maman's blazing cunt, that the thick, heavy cream was spitting there, bathing the walls and layering the cup of her womb with a sticky covering.
Maman bucked and trembled because she was coming, too. I reveled in their joy, in the completeness of their fucking and the mutual ecstasy they were sharing so well. It was a beautiful thing to see, a deeply moving emotion, and it thrilled me. As they lay quietly, with maman on top of him, with his prick shoved to the root inside her lovely pussy, I backed away from the door, silently thanking my grandmother for her presence of mind in leaving the door cracked wide enough for me to watch.
My prick was bucking in my hand, hungry for its own plunge into maman's fantastic cunt, even more anxious now because I was so damned turned on by the idea of that slippery stuff lining her pussy, wondering how it would feel to fuck her only moments after he had.
I could still hear music in my room, and stopped off to piss before slipping down the hall. The slightest touch of my fingers on my swollen prick sent shudders through it, and I hoped I could make it with maman later, as she had promised. Man, I needed that piece of frantic ass after what I had just seen.
But there was still my sister to be taken care of. She had to be drawn into this sexual circle, or she'd be more trouble than any of us could handle. So I peeped into the room and saw her zonked out across my bed, lying back with her feet on the floor. I grinned, knowing that the few drinks of wine had been too much for the kid, that she had crashed, and it made it a whole lot easier for me to do what I had to do.
Claire was wearing cutoffs, and I looked at her legs while I was climbing out of my own jeans and shirt. She was pretty cute, lying there so quietly like that; her legs were very slim, almost thin, but with a certain innocent sexiness about them. My prick was standing out like a flagpole when I eased over to the bed and sat down on the floor at her feet.
Gently, I touched her knee and listened to her heavy breathing. My sister didn't stir, so I reached up and very carefully unbuttoned her cutoffs. She muttered something in her sleep as I pulled them slowly down over her legs and bare feet. Her skin was petal-soft and tanned to a golden brown. She wore panties, thin nylon things that whitely clung to her hips and out-lined her small mound. I had to be even more careful with them, struggling to pull them down and not awaken her.
I froze with her panties at her knees when Claire said, "Hey!" But she didn't move and didn't say anything else. Looking up, I saw her eyes were closed and figured she was still zonked, but I didn't dare try to do anything with her blouse and bra-if she wore one. Uncovering her lower body would have to be enough for now. Cautiously, I moved her panties down her willowy calves and pulled them over her feet.
Then I took a good, close look between her slightly spread thighs. My sister's little pussy was beautiful; there was just a sprinkling of dark hair around it, concentrated mostly along the pouting lips. It looked just a little puffy, and its shape was intriguing. Where the sun hadn't gotten past her bikini, the skin was startling white and called attention to that adorable, elfin cunt.
Claire's belly was flat and her thighs barely rounded, but they didn't detract from the loveliness of her untried cunt with its mere dusting of pubic hairs. Carefully, I touched a fingertip to them, and they were feather soft and silken, a pure pleasure in tactile sensation.
Gently, I parted her legs, moved them wider so that I could crawl between them, and I trembled at the feel of her knees against my chest. Easy, I told myself, take it very easy and slow, or she'll come up yelling and screaming, and the whole plan would blow up, ruining everything for maman and me, and probably shooting down any chances for mom and dad to get back together.
I lowered my face, breathing softly upon those silken cunt hairs, and finally dared to touch the very tip of my tongue to them.
CHAPTER 5
There was a fresh, clean scent to my sister's pussy, a special scent that was all her own. She smelled powdery and young and very exciting. My tongue quivered against her delicate cunt hairs, and I had a battle with myself not to gulp hungrily at her mound. This had to be careful, I kept reminding myself.
Placing my hands lightly upon her narrow hips, I began to lick along her small labia, enjoying the flavor of them, getting a kick from their fragile softness and the faint dampness that was there. I must have tickled her because Claire gave a little wiggle, and I inserted my tongue down into those clinging lips, pushing it wet and hot into their tight embrace.
She was narrow inside, but I forced my tongue into the fairy cave, shoved it inside until I could reach no deeper, until my lips were pressed tightly against her quivering labia and my teeth were lightly against her cunt hairs. Tenderly, I moved my tongue around, feeling and tasting and probing, my breath harsh and my prick surging against the bed.
Beyond that first reflexive wiggle, my sister hadn't moved, so I felt free to go ahead with my eating. And I adored her tiny pussy with my tongue, laved it generously inside, bringing her now flowing juices into my mouth and reveling in their delicious flavor. Feeling up to the clitoral hood, I poked below it, into it to discover the dainty clit itself. It sprang erect at my first loving touch and stood pulsating against my tongue.
Playing my tongue over and around that wonderful little nubbin, I began to suck on it, trying to pull it up and between my teeth, but it was too small. I did open my mouth wide and drew just about her entire young snatch into my lips, holding it lightly with my teeth. Sucking, pulling, I ate my sister's virginal pussy in a glorious, blind frenzy.
Her hips moved in my hands, and I held her firmly, burying my face in her crotch, lapping and sucking and licking in a furious need to make her come, to give Claire that ultimate rapture of orgasm. She squirmed and I thought that she was waking up, but I was beyond caring just then. Her cunt juices were honey in my mouth, and I gulped them ravenously, burrowing my chin into her tiny asshole and my nose into her lower belly. Her perfect, diminuitive pussy was all mine, and I was loving it to the very best of my ability.
"Uh," she grunted, "uh-uh-uh! Hey-what are you-oh man! Oh man-uh-uh! That's so good-oh-"
I kept at it, lost in my hunger now, eating that sweet, young pussy, teasing its vibrant clit and sucking, sucking. My sister's crotch bucked against my face, and she suddenly brought her slim thighs together sharply. Shifting my grip, I moved my hands down to her ass cheeks, taking one of the dainty pears in each palm and digging in my fingers so she couldn't get away.
"J-Johnny, what-ooohh! Johnny, don't-you can't, you mustn't-ooohhh!"
She was coming; sharp waves of suddenly released passion were shaking her entire small body, and Claire was jamming her pelvis into my face, rocking her ass and humping up into my mouth. I felt her clit shudder into my tongue, and she cried out in some wordless spasm of ecstasy as she reached a tremendous climax.
Lapping her shivering inner cunt, I burrowed my face deeper, spreading her thighs wider and lifting her knees so that her legs were over my naked back. My cock was banging itself against the bed covering and leaking from its tip, but I was more wrapped up in giving my sweet little sister all the loving I could. She kept bucking against my teeth, squirming and quivering, and her legs clamped around my head with furious pressure. Lapping my tongue against that appetizing clit, I brought Claire to another smashing climax, and still another, while her newly aroused pussy pumped avidly into my mouth.
Tiring at last, I took my dripping mouth away from her scorching pussy and snugged my cheek against her belly. I felt her hands stroking gently in my hair, and when I turned my face to look up at hers, Claire had a drowsy, bemused smile upon her damp lips.
"Johnny," she murmured, "oh my darling brother-that was terrific. I didn't know it was going to be so-so wonderful. Oh, thank you, thank you, Johnny."
I climbed up and sat on the bed beside her as she lay back, her lower belly sweaty and her love juices glistening upon the dainty hairs of her mound.
"Thank you for having such a fantastic little pussy," I said.
She saw my swollen prick and her eyes went wide. "Oh! But it's so-so big. It's much bigger than daddy's thing."
"You peeked at dad?" I asked, clenching my hand around the base of my aching cock.
"In the shower," she admitted. "Most of the time, it was just hanging down like a little worm, but once I saw it standing up all red and shiny. It's nowhere near the size of yours, though."
I bent over and kissed her erect nipple, rolling it against my tongue. "Told you that you have cute tits," I said. "But your pussy is actually beautiful."
She closed her eyes and moved her hands over to hide her snatch. "I-what made you do that to me, Johnny? I mean, it was so great, so crazy wild, I just freaked out. But why did you-"
"Why not?" I asked, trying to keep my mind off my pulsing cock and the dribble of pre-seminal fluid gathering on its blunt tip. "You dug it and so did I, and that's what sex is really all about, Claire-two people digging each other every way they can, taking and giving at the same time."
Her eyes fluttered open and reached for mine. "You sound all grown up, somehow. I'll bet that you and maman-have you been doing that to her, Johnny?"
I nodded. "She broke me in, little sister. I've been fucking maman for weeks, eating her pussy like I just did yours, and she's been eating me."
Claire caught her breath. "She's always been so-so bitchy, like. But she's so old, and you-"
"She's not old," I said. "She's sensuous and beautiful, and she is one hell of a fucking machine. I'll always be grateful to her for the things she taught me, and I'll always love her."
I felt a tentative touch on my shaft and flinched. Claire moved her hand away, but put it back when I didn't say anything. "It's so hard and hot," she whispered in awe. "Did you really put that great big thing into grandmother's hole? Didn't it hurt her?"
"She loves it," I said. "She said that a woman's cunt can stretch to take any prick, once it's kind of broken in."
"I'm scared of it," Claire breathed. "I never had anything bigger than my finger up mine, and I'm scared that thing would tear me wide open."
"Probably not," I said, "but it might hurt a little at first. That's why we-" I took a deep breath and made the plunge, "-maman and I figured that you ought to take daddy's cock first, since it's smaller."
"D-daddy's?" She stared at me in utter disbelief.
"You've been peeking at it," I reminded her. "You were curious about it, and I'll bet you've heard him putting it to mom at night, before they split up."
"Well, yes; but I never really thought about-doing it with him."
"Oh, the hell you didn't," I said. "I dreamed about fucking mom, and you're no different. The trouble was, I didn't know how, and I was afraid, just like you are now. But maman said that daddy wants to screw you, too, and she ought to know."
Claire shut her eyes again, and her fingers strayed up and down the shaft of my painful cock. "All right, maybe I did imagine how it would be with him. But I never thought about you-until you started kissing my-my pussy, I mean. That was very sweet of you, Johnny."
"Don't keep playing with my cock," I warned. "It might go off and drench you."
She murmured, "Do you want me to kiss it for you?"
"No way," I said, "unless you go all the way. That means I'll shoot off inside your mouth, and you'll have to swallow my juice."
Claire shook her head, her dark hair loose and luxurious. "I-I don't think I'm ready for that, but wow-I'm still getting hot little wiggles inside my tummy from what you did to me. What can I do for you, Johnny?"
I gulped. "I'm kind of hurting, it's true. But maman is supposed to come in here, after she's through with dad."
She went stiff. "Do you mean-is that woman doing it with my father? How can you be so calm-how can you-"
"Don't be stupid," I said. "She's not raping him; they were happily fucking each other when I looked in on him awhile back. And if you want to know, it was maman who suggested that I go down on you, that I turn you on by eating your delicious pussy."
My sister kept right on feeling over my hard rod, and I could almost see the wheels turning inside her head. Claire is no dummy, and she had just been turned on by her first real sex; she wasn't about to screw it all up because she was jealous.
"Why would she do that? We never got along that well."
My cock flexed between her fingers, and I said, "Mainly so you can get around to being fucked by daddy. She's breaking down his uptight ideas right now, probably sucking him off or something, and it won't be long before she can get him to move along to you. And after he takes your little cherry and opens up that tight cunt, then maybe I can do something about getting my prick into it, before I explode."
Claire frowned. "But daddy has always been so straight and stuffy. I don't think-hey, Johnny! Are you two trying to get mom and dad back together?"
I told you she was no dummy, my sister; only about sex, and she'd be pretty smart there, too, given time and some training. I said, "That's the idea, kid. Mom was willing to stay around, remember-only she didn't want to give up her lover. So now that dad is finding out what it's like to let himself go when he's screwing maman, and once he gets into your mini-cunt, then he's going to see a lot of things differently."
"All right," she murmured. "Yeah, that's all right, Johnny. Now what do I do about this giant hard thing of yours?"
Not being able to take it any longer, still tasting the flavor of her fragrant pussy oils on my lips, I said, "Okay, then; wet the head of it with your mouth, and then jack me off. Just get it slippery, and then move your hand up and down, over the head especially."
I felt the warm touch of her mouth on my cockhead as my sister bathed it with her tongue, letting her saliva make it all soapy. For a second there, I thought she was going to just eat my prick, but as she'd said, she wasn't ready for that yet. The whole idea was just too new for her, even though she was willing to experiment and to learn as she went along.
"Like that?" she asked, lifting her face. Her fingers were delicate, stroking and fondling, and I spread my thighs, took her other hand and guided it beneath my balls, telling her to play with them, too.
It wasn't as good as fucking, or having maman go down on me, but the sensation was good, anyhow. Maybe it was because nobody else had ever jacked me off before, and maybe it was because she was my kid sister. I don't know which, and I didn't much give a damn at the moment. Staring down at her small, tanned hand as it worked up and down my rod, feeling the gentle way she was cupping and caressing my distended balls, I gave myself up to the good feeling.
"I thought it was ugly, at first," Claire said. "But now I think it's kind of pretty, especially this shiny head with the cute little mouth in its tip. Is that where the semen comes from?"
I groaned and put both hands on her small, hard tits, thumbing the stiff nipples. "You'll see, in just a minute. Ahh, yes; that's great, Claire-you're doing it just right. But-but grab something, quick! Grab something to catch my come."
She let go my balls and reached down. "My panties okay?"
"Anything-anything! Oh wow-faster, baby-jack me faster and harder-ahh! Here it comes, Claire-here-it-comes!"
My balls gave a kind of lurch, and my entire cock seemed to grow; the head shuddered and flexed, and a hot jet of semen bombed out through the tip, spurting into the air all creamy and foaming. The slippery stuff spread over her fingers and down my shaft, still hissing from the buttery head, and I trembled in the rapture. My sister kept her hand moving for awhile, using the warm and slidy juice as extra lubrication, seeming not to mind its stickiness.
When she stopped, I watched her slowly wipe her fingers, her hand and wrist with her nylon panties. She was breathing hard, and I saw that I had left red marks on her budding tits when I squeezed down. "That was something," she said. "That was really something to see and feel. I wish girls came like that; they don't, do they?"
I kissed her on the mouth. "No, but it's just as good for them. Maman will have to start giving you the Pill right away, so you won't get knocked up."
Claire sighed. "That's good, because I want to know how this semen feels, squirting up inside me."
"You will," I promised. "You certainly will. Maman was right; both you and I have inherited her genes, her hot blood, as she calls it. Mom must have it, too, and that's why dad wasn't giving her enough screwing. Man, oh man; I can't wait to see you get the meat from dad, and then it will be my turn at your sweet pussy."
My sister gnawed her lower lip and finished cleaning my come from her hands, dropping the rumpled panties to the floor and now seeming quite unconcerned about the two of us sitting there naked. "Can I watch how you do it with maman?" she asked. "I don't want to be stupid when daddy comes to screw me. When do you think that will be, Johnny-soon?"
"Soon as she can get him turned on to you," I said. "And I guess watching would be the best way to find out how it's done. I'll ask maman, but I'm sure she'll agree. You have no idea how groovy she is, Claire."
"I'm not sure that daddy will want to make it with me," she said thoughtfully. "I mean, with an experienced woman like her screwing him all the time, what would he want with me?"
I stroked her back. "He wants you because you're pretty and sexy, and because he'll get your cherry. He'll be the very first man to fuck your beautiful little pussy, and he'll go for that. Besides, I think it's always better to fuck somebody close to you, like maman and me, like I hope it's going to be with mom and me-and with you, too. I know I'd rather fuck you than any girl I ever saw."
She kissed me, and her lips were sweet. "That's a nice thing for you to say, Johnny. I'll try to be very good for you when the time comes."
That's when I looked up and saw a shadow in the doorway. I caught Claire's hand to keep her from jumping off the bed, and maman said softly, "Are you two all right? Your father is asleep now, and if there's anything I can do for you, Johnny-"
CHAPTER 6
I turned to my sister. "How about it, Claire? Isn't this as good a time as any?"
She was busy covering herself with my robe, and her face was pink; she wouldn't answer me, and I was afraid she was going to cop out on the whole deal. Maman looked a question at me, and I nodded, so she glided over to the bed and sat down with Claire.
"Dear, you must have a perfectly adorable body, so there's no reason to hide it from anyone, much less me and your brother. If I was so young and lovely-"
Claire looked up. "Oh, but you are. I mean, I'm skinny and clumsy and I-I don't' know anything. I can't compete with you."
Maman put an arm around her shoulders, and I sat down in a chair, still bare-assed and with my cock sagging a little now. Maman said gently, "You don't have to compete with me or anyone else. You just be Claire Wilson and that will be more than enough; you'll see."
When Claire put her head on our grandmother's shoulder, I figured we had it made with her, that she was ready to go along with us. They really looked good together, complimenting each other, one young and appealingly awkward, the other ripe and graceful, Maman with her slim but fully rounded body and silver hair, my sister just beginning to grow curves, but with a luxurious head of long, black hair.
Smiling at the girl, maman drew back slightly and dropped the filmy housecoat from her shoulders so that she was naked with us. Claire sat stiffly until maman eased the robe from her erect body and said, "You have gorgeous little breasts, cherie; they are well shaped and piquante; they will drive many men wild. And your skin, so flawless and silken-lovely. Now let me see-ah! Mais oui, darling; such an attractive small pussy. Do you know that a young and almost hairless pussy such as yours can send men right out of their minds? Once you learn to use it properly, it will be even more enchanting. You will break many hearts."
My sister was staring. "I-I will? Really, maman?"
Maman cupped the small, captivating breasts and rolled their nipples tenderly between thumbs and forefingers. "I promise you, Claire. Has your brother kissed these beguiling tits?"
Claire shook her head. "He was too busy kissing something else."
They laughed together, and at that moment, I saw the strong resemblence between them, the likeness that went deeper than their skin. My sister was swiftly turning into a lovely, tantalizing little bitch, eager to follow in maman's footsteps.
Maman said, "I hope he did a good job, but I should think so. He is a natural, that boy. Now, shall we continue your education?"
Mutely, Claire nodded, but there was a hot devil dancing in her eyes, and I could see goose bumps dappling her bare skin. She was more anxious than I was, and I was pretty edgy, more than ready for the same piece of ass that my daddy had gotten a little while ago.
And because my sister would be right there with us while I fucked maman, it would be more kinky. As I looked at them naked on my bed, I wished that I could mount each of them in turn, screwing long and hard, and letting go loads into both their feverish cunts. But of course, little Claire wasn't ready to take my oversized prick yet. And that prick was again puffed to its full length, even though it had been milked out pretty good a few minutes back.
"Come over here," Maman invited, and I walked over to them, my shaft waving in front of me like a vaulting pole, but a lot stiffer. Maman said, "This is nothing to fear, Claire; it is a lovely cock, very large and powerful, and soon you will be very glad to try it. I can tell you that it fills a woman's pussy with delight, that it stretches a vagina and packs it full of rich, sweet meat."
"I've already touched it," Claire said, and proved her point by stroking it again.
"Good," Maman chuckled. "Now, darling, if you can move over to the other side of the bed, and perhaps toward the foot-yes, there; you'll be able to see better from there. Look as closely as you wish, and feel either or both of us at any time, wherever interests you. Johnny-"
I climbed up on that bed in a hurry, wondering if maman still had some of his semen left in her cunt, if it would make her more slidy inside, or hotter. I lay down beside her and kissed her, running my tongue deep, cupping her resilient breasts and rubbing my eager cock against her thigh. She took it in one hand, using the other to stroke over my belly, my balls, and up again to tease my touchy nipples.
"Tease them a little," she said to Claire. "Because it also teases yourself. Urge them to play with you for awhile, to finger into your pussy, to suck your nipples. Yes, Johnny-just as we often do; show your sister what a lover you have become."
Forcing myself to slow down and take it easy, I caressed maman's body, palmed her throbbing snatch and found that it was thrillingly wet. Moving from tit to tit, my mouth paid them homage, licking and sucking, while maman drew my cock over to her mound and wobbled it through her humid pubic hairs. As she said, there was plenty of pussy for us, and for dad and me, and for any other guy lucky enough to know my grandmother.
When I moved over on top of her, she said to my sister, "The primary position, dear. See how my thighs are spread wide and I'm lifting my belly up at him a little. This is especially good for the moment you will lose your cherry to your father; then it might be wise to slide a pillow under those beautiful ass cheeks, and help him even more."
I turned my head to see Claire's face close by. She was lying on her stomach, chin propped by her hands, and staring earnestly at maman's pussy, at my ready prick. She wasn't going to miss a single detail of the screwing. I looked back as maman curled her deft fingers around my shaft and steered the bulging knob into the silken hairs of her mound.
"It's best if you perform this service," she murmured to my sister. "It's easier for you to place his cockhead exactly where you want it, right against your opening; feel around the labia with it and get it settled properly. Then, like this-you give a little grind of the hips and a small hunch of the pelvis and-voila! It begins to slide inside."
I heard Claire catch her breath as the head of my prick pushed slowly up into maman's labia, as those symmetrical lips parted to allow its entrance. Her pussy hairs caressed the flanges, then the lips opened wider and I was into them, pushing through the next set as my shaft slid greasily deeper. Maman's pussy was a wet furnace that baked my prick inside it, that stroked and fondled it with drippy velvets and creamy silks. I shoved it all the way home and rested my balls in the crack of her uplifted ass.
"Ahh," she sighed, pulling my head to her shoulder and hiking her pelvis to roll it sinuously against mine. "The legs-the legs can go anywhere-like this, with your soles pressing behind his knees which gives you a fine leverage to force his cock still deeper and harder into your avid cunt. Or like this, with the knees up and widely spread, or this way-bringing your thighs together to trap him tightly within your vagina and make his prick fondle your clitoris even more. But I like this method-" and maman lifted her legs to wrap their sleek lengths around the small of my back. "-for it makes me feel wonderful!"
Then I started to really fuck her, not hammering it in, but using my cock with long, penetrating strokes, drawing it far back so that my sister could almost see the buried head, then feeding it back into those slickly exquisite depths. My rhythm was slow but steady, and maman accepted it, accented it by the graceful movements of her hips, the undulating actions of her crotch. Claire was seeing plenty, and I flinched when I suddenly felt her fingers exploring my shaft as I pulled it back.
So I hesitated in mid-thrust to allow my sister to feel the greasy length of my cock before plunging it to the root once more. Claire wrapped her hand around my balls then, and held to them as I screwed maman, riding them back and forth.
I didn't know she was doing something to maman at the same time, not until I felt something different at the mound when my pelvis squirmed against it, not until I heard maman hiss in delight: "Yes, yes, oh yes! Play with my pussy, little Claire; feel it with your fingers, dip them into the slot-ahh, yes! Do you feel your brother's beautiful prick sliding there? Do you feel the hotness of my cunt and its oils?"
"Ummm," Claire answered, deeply involved in her curious explorations, fingering into maman's pussy to tingle against my moving prick, clinging to my balls as they swung back and forth. My sister wasn't only getting her first lesson in fucking; she was also joining in the action, becoming part of it, and I dug that. I dug it so much that I could sense the surge that was building up in my thighs, in my expanding balls.
"Maman, I panted, "Oh, maman-I'm getting close; you're so hot and juicy inside, and your cunt is biting down on my cockhead. Oh wow, darling! I'm about to come. Hurry, maman, hurry-come with me-come with meee!"
My balls shook in my sister's hand as their juices roared up along the shaft and hesitated one magic second before bursting forth in an eruption of syrupy lava. I pumped my come into my grandmother's wondrous pussy, spewed my boiling semen far up into her shuddering vagina, drowning the walls and the cervix with my male liquid. Was it mixing with the semen my daddy had left there? That idea shook me, tantalized me more, so that I gave another hump and another little spit of come bubbled from my raptured cockhead.
Maman had stopped talking and was grinding savagely on my buried shaft, gyrating wildly to reach her orgasm, and she made it only a heartbeat after my own climax, her entire pussy vibrating and gulping my come. Gasping, she fell back and her long, lovely legs slid sweatily down my back. I gave her a few more lingering strokes, luxuriating in the liquid sensations before backing my cock out of her fiery, clasping pussy. I'd have left it inside longer, in the natural course of things, but my sister might not have understood the long delay, and I wanted to show her that maman was perfectly all right, that I hadn't broken her cunt or fucked her to death.
"Far out," Claire whispered. "That great big cock is still hard, but now it's dripping again, the same way it did when I jacked it off."
I flopped over onto my back and watched my sister as she slid an exploring finger into maman's steamy cunt. "It's drippy in here, too," she exclaimed. "Does the semen kind of dissolve inside you, or what?"
"Some of it," maman sighed. "There is usually a leakage with this one, though; he fires such a salvo."
"Bigger than my father's?" I asked.
She turned her face to me. "You are blessed with an amazingly big penis, Johnny, and I adore it, as most women will. But you must not confuse mere size with the joy a prick can give. Only two inches or so is enough, just enough to stroke the clitoris. It is the same with ejaculation; I for one love to feel a heavy spurt of semen, but an orgasm is no greater because of it. How often do I come before the man ever lets anything go-and I am happy for that."
Claire said then, "Can you start me on the Pill tonight? I want to be ready for fucking whenever my daddy is."
"Of course, cher," maman answered, "but it will take days before they take effect. Still, that should be about right, for your father would never approach you right now. When he wakes in the morning, he will probably feel very guilty about screwing me tonight, and I will have to make him do it while he is sober. Then-I don't suppose you know whether your mother ever went down on him? No? Then there is that obstacle to get past, getting him to give up his puritan inhibitions. After he has eaten me, after we have played the sixty-nine long and well, only then will he be ready for the next step-true incest with his young daughter."
Claire looked over at me and her face was sad as she saw my softened cock. "Johnny, will you keep doing what you did to me? Will you go down on me until I can get fucked? I mean, I'm so hot right now that I'm practically burning up inside, and I just know I can't go on using my finger; it isn't the same."
Maman pulled her down and kissed her mouth, lingering there while her hands strayed up and down Claire's back, lightly brushing the shape of her slim ass. By the startled look on my sister's face, I knew that our grandmother was using her tongue. When she drew her mouth away, maman said tenderly, "You have both of us to keep you content, my dear-your brother and myself. Now that you have experienced his oral love and seen what he can do with that marvelous young prick, try to imagine the pleasure it will be for two women-for you and I, cherie-to please him together, and at the same time, please ourselves."
My sister blinked. I saw that her little nipples were standing up hard and that her belly was quivering. I stared at the fluffy patch of silken hair shading her enticing cunt and imagined how it might feel, stretched to its capacity when my cock pushed into its unknown depths. She would be very tight, I thought, much more narrow than maman, and maybe more shallow, too. Would it hurt her if I really hit bottom?
"I-I never even thought about anything like that," Claire admitted. "You mean-two of us and Johnny? How can we do it? If I can't be screwed yet-"
I touched maman's still dewy cunt hairs and asked: "Yeah, darling; how do we go about that?"
"Use your imagination, Johnny. I can give love to another woman, as well as to a man, and she can do the same to me. You will be the catalyst, in the middle, doing just about what you wish with us-except that you cannot yet fuck your sister. Even that can be changed, though, if your father decides to be stubborn. If he does, then we must have little Claire take your lovely meat. She will not be hurt if you are very, very careful, and if she can make herself relax.
Claire swallowed. "I couldn't even make myself suck on Johnny's cock, although I did wet it down so I could jack him off. Maybe if I tried hard-"
"It's delicious," maman assured her. "But there are several ways for this menage a trois; your horny brother may fuck me, and in the proper position, he can give you oral love at the same moment. Or we can turn about, and I will eat your sweet little mound. We can even assume a triangle, where each of us eats the other."
My sister shivered, and I stroked maman's pussy. "That's a wild idea," I said. "I don't know if I have the strength for that right now, but I'd sure like to try it. Say, maman-have you told dad about us yet, about you and me?"
"Non," she said. "That would be too much for the man to digest right away, but he will come around to it. I'm not sure how to stage the scene, but it will work, I'm certain. Perhaps if we allow him to accidentally discover us making violent love-"
"I don't know," I said. "He might bang me around or something."
"Never!" maman declared violently. "He cannot beat you for what he has done himself, and by then, he will be quite enamored of my pussy. He will not want to lose its use."
I drew my finger down her creamy labia, and she twitched. I wondered if somewhere my mother was lying naked on a bed, and if her Cajun stud was taking care of her. Maybe they had just fucked, too; maybe the guy was feeling her pussy lips and thinking about getting another hard-on, or going down on her. My heart beat a little faster when I thought about that.
My mother isn't built like maman; there's a lot of the same grace to her, but she's not much taller than my sister, and she's very ripely put together. I don't mean fat, by any means, but just kind of ripe, like every curve she's got is ready to burst open like a plush fruit. Her breasts are full and stand high, and I've seen her nipples pushing against a nightgown or a robe like plums. She has a rich look to her legs; they're rounded and smooth, and her ass is shapely but broader than maman's, more abundant.
I guess she must have turned on Lucien Labas the first time he saw her, and now I realize that she was ready for almost any kind of diversion, she was so damned bored with my father and his twice a week, same kind of screwing. My dad must have been pretty good in his own way, to hold her for so long, but she had finally said to hell with it and took her lover.
Lying there naked with my grandmother and my kid sister, I thought that it was funny, but I didn't hate Lucien Labas anymore. I was beginning to understand mom, and how could I blame a guy for fucking her?
"Shhh," maman whispered, and lifted her head from the pillow. Listening, I heard movement down the hall, and maman came off the bed in a hurry, snatching up her dressing gown and throwing it around her.
"You children amuse yourself," she said. "Your father is going to the bathroom, I think. I'd better be there to help him back into bed and keep his mind from you two for the rest of the evening. Johnny cher, take good care of your little sister; she is a jewel beyond price."
Then she was gone, and Claire moved over to snuggle against me. I put an arm around her and cupped one elfin tit. She said, "I wish it was me going to him now instead of her. But I changed my mind about maman, Johnny; she's a pretty wonderful person."
"That's right," I said, "and don't worry, baby; you and dad will have yourselves a real ball when you get going. Are you still all hot and bothered?"
She put a tiny hand upon my shrunken cock, petting it. "I sure am. Seeing you put this into her pussy so hard and strong, feeling how it slid around inside her-oh wow. If you'll do it to me again, I think I can give it back to you now."
"Come on up here," I said. "Put your knees beside my head, like this. Now you can let your crotch down easy, right down on my face. I'll eat you again, Claire-I'll eat you because I love your pussy, and because I love you so damned much now."
And that was true.
CHAPTER 7
We were supposed to be down sightseeing the Cabildo and Jackson Square, but I figured we ought to get back to the house pretty soon, so I bought us two-flavor snowballs and a couple of pralines, then started home. I was enjoying being with my sister; I mean, it was wholly different with us now, like we were good friends at last, and lovers at most. She didn't seem like a bitchy kid to me any more, and I looked at Claire through new eyes, seeing her writhing on the bed, feeling her thighs on each side of my head while her honeyed pussy slid up and down my seeking mouth.
Every once in a while, as we walked, I couldn't keep from sneaking little touches of her ass, or brushing my arms across her tits. She dug that attention, too, and kept smiling up at me with those hot and slidy lights in her eyes. Claire was growing up fast, and I wanted very much to get in between her slim legs and pound my hard meat up into her unused cunt.
But I knew damned well that we had to wait awhile for the Pills to get to work, for her cherry to be broken by someone with a smaller cock, my father. So I was more or less content to feel her up and think ahead to eating her delightful little toy snatch some more, to maybe feel her mouth wrapped around my shaft in return.
I let us into the house with the key maman had given me, and we went quietly up the stairs. The stereo was playing softly, but we didn't see maman of dad around. Putting one finger to my lips, I warned my sister to hold it down, and led her down the hall to where maman's bedroom door stood open.
Claire squeezed hard upon my hand when she saw what was going on. I immediately pulled her down so that we kneeled there on the carpet with a lot less chance of being seen. It didn't make any difference if maman knew we were there, but there was no sense in shaking up our father. We crouched there and watched them naked on the bed. Our timing was just right because they were just starting in, and we would be able to see it all, from the beginning.
They were pressed close together, and maman's long, polished legs were moving up and down against him as she rubbed the deep silvery hairs of her mound eagerly against the root of his distended prick, and dad was feeling her up, kissing her and caressing the modeled cheeks of her lovely ass.
I knew how he felt, with maman's satiny flesh moving against him, knowing the warm fondling of her hands and the blazing excitement of her mobile mouth. It was like I was right there with him, inside his skin, but still myself, and my own shaft grew tall and hard, throbbing steadily deep within its rigid meat.
Maman was whispering in his ear, winding herself around his body, rubbing her rounded breasts over his flesh, and I could see that dad was taut all over. My sister put her lips against my ear and tickled me there when she whispered hotly: "Why aren't they fucking? Is maman teasing him, or what?"
I shook my head, not taking my eyes from the scene, and saw maman's head begin to drift down dad's chest, pausing so that she could lick his nipples, and I knew what she was about to do. She was going to break him in to oral sex, turn him on in a way that he had always avoided, just because he didn't know any better.
He didn't resist, and shuddered when she nibbled at his belly, his hands clenched by his sides and his cock bulging stiffly. But I saw something else, the position she was turning herself into, and realized that my father was about to get a double introduction. She was going down on him all right, but it wouldn't be solitaire. Maman was changing ends, sliding her legs up beside his head, pointing her face down, her mouth already busy at the outward fringe of his brown pubic hairs.
I jumped-because my sister's hand had stolen between my thighs and her fingers were caressing my cock, my balls. My jeans were too tight, so I loosened them and pulled the zipper. Claire's quick fingers dipped inside my shorts and made room for my prick to spring out. I just kept staring at the pair on the bed, and I wondered if dad would actually do it, if he could kick his uptight ideas and let himself dive into that fragrant, delicious pussy so close to his face now.
Maman's tongue was licking readily and warmly into his hairs, and her deft fingers were exploring his balls, sliding up his shaft and playing lightly around the swollen head. A droplet of clear fluid leaked from the tip, and she smeared the sticky stuff around over the bulb.
Turning her head, she sucked one of his balls into her hot mouth, and I knew that her tongue was teasing over the wrinkled sack, probing the testicle itself. I saw that it was driving my father out of his mind because his fingers were digging at the sheet and his own head was rolling from side to side.
Maman played it exactly right; she didn't push it at him, but neither did she go right in and give him what he was so desperately craving at the moment. Instead, she kept playing and teasing, licking up his shaft and barely raking the slick heat of her tongue across his pulsing cockhead. She was building him to such a point that he had to do something, or simply blow off into the air.
Then she eased her knee up across his chest, bringing that steamy and tempting mound close to his face, sliding the smooth roundness of her thigh over his head and hesitating there, offering her adorable pussy to him, but not forcing the issue.
"Darling," she purred against his cock, "darling Greg-there can be no shame between lovers, no holding back. See-I love your beautiful hard prick; I kiss it and run my tongue over it. I want to give you pleasure, lover. I want to!"
His hands reached up and found the artistically shaped pears of her cheeks, and with a deep sigh, my father plunged his face suddenly into her palpitating crotch, burying his mouth into those soft and silken curls of silvery hair. Maman gave a pleased little moan, and darted her mouth over the head of his prick, wrapping her eager lips around it, making her tongue very busy.
Holding to his shaft, she bobbed her head up and down, and her cheeks dipped in and out as she sucked, as she laved him with her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I shuddered, feeling as he was the back of her throat, that velvet and sucking cup that could thrill the head of a man's cock so much.
My sister's hand clamped down on my prick, and I glanced away from the action on the bed to look into her eyes. They were glued to our father and grandmother, and Claire was breathing hard. "L-look at that," she whispered hoarsely. "Daddy is really eating into her pussy, and she's-she's just about devouring his cock. I don't see how she can-doesn't it choke her, Johnny?"
"No," I whispered back. "She loves it; don't you see how much she loves it?"
"Daddy is loving her, too. Oh wow-he has his whole face buried into maman's cunt, and his tongue is doing just what yours does when you go down on me. He's really getting over any hang-ups, isn't he?"
"Hush," I warned. "He'll hear you." I looked back at the bed, focusing on maman's lips as they worked wetly up and down my father's swollen rod, making it glisten, making his balls hunch up to meet her mouth. She was wiggling against him, humping her pussy lightly into his suctioning lips, feeding him her sweet love juices, rubbing her feverishly aroused clit against his teeth, teaching him how to really eat pussy.
Claire was pushing at me with both hands, forcing me to sit down, and I wondered why. Then I saw what she had in mind; turned on so much by what she was witnessing, my sister had decided to go ahead and get her first taste of cock. She wanted to match what maman was doing to dad, to do the same thing. Man, I was more than willing because my prick was so hard it was about to split, so I spread my legs and let her go to it.
Claire kept her head tilted so she could see what was going on, and she used her tongue over my cockhead as if she had been giving blow jobs all her young life. It lapped across the tip, and when she tasted the pre-seminal fluid there, the flavor seemed to freak her out because she immediately drove her mouth down into the little slot and sucked it.
Her fingers caressed my shaft and tickled my balls. I put my hands on my sister's head and worked my fingers into her heavy black hair, holding her tenderly as she cupped her young lips over my knob and pulled it into her mouth. She hadn't yet learned to cover her teeth, and they raked across the sensitive skin of my shaft, but I didn't care; it felt good. The roof of her mouth was very spongy, all slippery and hot, and she kept reaching down until the end of my cock touched the cup of her throat.
I was afraid she might retch then, but she controlled herself and continued to slide her mouth up and down, her eyes fixed upon maman, upon daddy's cock being sucked in the same fashion. It was a fantastic sensation, being sucked and watching head being given; it was even better because my little sister was doing it to me, worshipping my turgid cock with her tongue and throat, adoring it with the fondling of her inner cheeks.
Just about then, dad gave a lurch and hammered his heels upon the bed. He groaned into maman's juicy snatch, digging his fingers into the spread cheeks of her moving, twisting ass. I saw his balls climb upward in her hand, and then his prick leaped as the compressed load of his semen was released.
Maman swallowed furiously, pulling at his cockhead and draining spurt after spurt of the sizzling come. Her ass hunched and she ground her heaving pussy into dad's face, worked it over his mouth, and when her legs stiffened out, I knew that she had reached her own orgasm. Little ripples moved over the clenched cheeks of her silken ass, and I was happy for her, glad for them both as they lay head to foot, with their mouths locked onto and into each other.
"Ummm," moaned my sister, and the vibrations added a special dimension to what she was doing for my prick. She was still staring at them on the bed, hurrying now to make me come, to get the job done while our father's cock was yet held lovingly inside maman's mouth.
Holding to Claire's head, I humped my prick into her lips, forced the cockhead up and down as she chewed delicately upon it, while her tongue raced wildly over it, and the suction built up thrillingly, insanely. I felt the first rush of power lifting from somewhere down around my ankles, and a tingle spread over my calves, across my knees and into my suddenly tensed thighs. My balls puffed up and trembled, and the juices banged upward through my pole to reach the cockhead.
It shivered and pulsed; the slit opened to spit forth a gush of semen, hurling a spatter of the hot and sticky fluid into the back of my sister's throat. My come splashed across the roof of her mouth and soaked the inside of her siphoning cheeks; it flowed thick and profusely down her throat, and she drank thirstily of it.
They were stirring on the bed, and I saw them through blurred eyes, but enough to realize that Claire and I had better get the hell out of the hallway and back to our rooms. Regretfully, I pulled her head up, and my prick plopped out of her mouth, but not dripping any come; she had drained every drop of fluid from it. Licking her lips, she tilted her face up at me, and I jerked my thumb in the direction of the hall.
We crawled part way, then I helped her to her feet and we scooted the rest of the way on tippy toe, my cock bobbing and nodding until I stopped and stuffed it back into my jeans. "Come on into my room," I hissed, and she nodded.
With the door locked behind us, I told my sister what a thrill she had given me, how wonderful she was at sucking cock. Claire kissed my cheek and smiled. "Wait until I get a chance to-fuck you," she said. "I'm sure I can do it good, now. After watching you and maman last night, and seeing how daddy dug being eaten today, I'm just about ready for anything."
"I'll bet you are," I said. "Do you want me to go down on you?"
"Any time," she breathed, and we sat together on the bed, "But would you do something else? I mean, I realize that my pussy has to be opened up, but I keep thinking, what if daddy can't be brought around to making it with me? I have to screw somebody, Johnny; I really have to, and pretty soon, too."
"Whatever you want," I said, "but I really shouldn't fuck you until the Pill is working."
"How about just finger fucking me, then?" Her piquant, elfin face was bright. "You could feel around inside my cunt real good, and pry a little, spread me out some. I can get off on that."
I kissed her again, running my tongue between those delicate young lips that had so recently been around my spurting prick. I thought I could taste the musky flavor of my own semen, but I wasn't certain. "Get undressed," I said.
Quickly, she whipped off her clothing and stretched out on the bed. As I got naked with her, Claire remembered what maman had told her about the pillow, and lifted her sweet little ass to place it beneath her slender cheeks. I kneeled there at her feet and ran my eyes over that wonderful gamin's body; her skin was so perfect, the tan extending up to the tops of her slim thighs and down to the very top of her pouting cunt. There was another pale streak that ran across her budding tits, which made her dark nipples stand out even more.
Claire was a sensuous nymphet now, highly aware of the hot capabilities of her newly awakened body, and she would be better when she had realized the fulfillment of a man's big prick. I loved to look at her, feasting upon the pouting lips of her lightly -haired mound, peering closely at the fragile cunt lips so softly pink. She wiggled, hiking her spread thighs and making small bumps at the air, eager to have something put inside her hungry and passionate-snatch.
But first I lowered my face and kissed it, then sat back to caress between her legs, cupping that provocative pussy in my palm, fingering up the crack of her hairless ass.
"Stick me deep," Claire gasped, rolling her thin hips. "I don't care if it hurts; I don't care if I bleed. Just put it in deep, Johnny."
I fondled her humid cunt, trailing my fingers up and down the tremulous labia, then carefully worked a tip into the exquisite, tight lips. It would be magnificent to feel them close around my prick, I thought, and hoped she could take all my meat without pain or trouble. Claire writhed as I probed a little deeper into the narrow, hot recess, and her stimulated vaginal walls let down a flow of perfumed lubricating oils.
My finger went in and in, and I wiggled it, stroking the velvet walls, shoving it deeper until I felt the end push against some kind of membrane. Her maidenhead, I thought, my kid sister's cherry. I worked at it, but it wouldn't give way, so I slid my finger back and forth, lifting the knuckle to caress her excited clitoris, to stimulate that erotic nubbin and inflame it.
"Like a cock," Claire breathed. "Oh, make it like your cock, Johnny. Nice and hard, beautiful and long-ahh, ooh! Yes, sweet boy-oh yes, yes!"
She surged against my palm, gyrating her ass madly, voluptuously. Her belly quivered and she snapped her thighs together as she arched her back. I moved my finger faster, pushed it as deeply as I dared, and concentrated always upon arousing her clit. My sister bucked and heaved, her head thrown back and her eyes rolling.
"C-coming!" she gasped. "Oh-oh-darling, I'm coming!"
Her cunt loosened a little, turned hotter and juicier, and Claire's head rolled to one side. I held my finger inside her and hoped she could have a real prick soon.
CHAPTER 8
It took several days before maman felt that both of them were ready, and during that time, Claire and I swung just about continuously, the best way we could. We did a lot of sixty-nine, I remember, in her room or mine, and I kept finger fucking her, trying to loosen up that impossibly tight pussy.
Did I get to fuck maman? Of course, man; she would get my dad safely snoring, then come down the hall and slip into my room, her sweet cunt all hot and drippy with his juice, and climb into bed with me. She wasn't about to deprive me of her ass just because she was screwing him, too.
This one night, Claire was sleeping with me; by now, dad was feeling kind of guilty about laying his mother-in-law, and avoided us whenever possible, so we didn't figure he would come visiting and catch us together. Maman came in just as I had finished giving her the finger again, and Claire was still twisting and moaning on the bed.
She looked down at us with her eyes shining. Her robe was hanging open, and I could see her tits, the bushy, opulent shape of her pussy. "A fine idea," she said. "Little Claire is getting her fun, and being stretched a bit, also. But how about you, mon cher? Is she taking care of her brother?"
"Great, maman," I answered. "She can eat me as well as you do, now."
She came close and looked at my erect cock. "But not yet tonight, eh? Allons, children; it is past time we three made love."
With that, she climbed into bed with us and immediately began kissing Claire, running her knowing hands over my kid sister's lovely body. I sat up to see better and watched Claire stiffen out and lie there taut. Maman licked over the girl's nipples, then trailed her deft mouth down the rib cage, and Claire jerked. It was the first time a woman had made love to her, and she was a little bit uptight about it.
But she got into it when maman doubled herself over and got her face between those willowy thighs. "What a gorgeous little pussy," maman exclaimed. "So young and adorable, so lovely with its delicate hairs."
Just before she really went to work on it, maman turned her face to me and said, "Get behind me, Johnny. Fuck me while I make love to this appetizing cunt."
I got behind her and took her waist in my hands; it was so svelte that my fingers almost met, but the cheeks of her silken ass were rounded and lush. I heard my sister start to pant, and saw her heave as maman's tongue got busy inside her pussy, so I felt in and up with the head of my anxious cock, prodding for the hot and freshly fucked hole buried beneath the damp pubic hair.
Maman wiggled to help me get it set, and I pushed my cockhead quickly into the hot grasp of her cunt lips, trembling because I could feel the semen my father had left in her. Stroking into that lovely wet glove that grasped my moving prick like so many fairy fingers, I fed her the meat while she ate into Claire's pussy.
It was different, really exciting, because there were three of us doing it, mixing our bodies and our juices, blending our love. I stepped up my thrusts, banging my pole home with solid rams, and my balls swung damply against the upper part of her thighs. Maman ground on my pistoning shaft, swivelled her hips and rocked back to meet my sledging pokes, but she never missed a second in Claire's pussy, licking and sucking, touching all the erotic bases as my sister clawed at the sheets and sobbed in rapture.
Maman came before I did; I could feel the silken muscles of her cunt contract, and her ass went still for a moment. Claire yelled out something crazy, and I took a good grip on the cheeks of my beautiful grandmother's ass to seesaw a few more thrusts into that soggy bake oven. When I let go my load, it was like a cannon going off; my asshole drew up tight as a snapped rubber band, and my cockhead fluttered as it discharged come. The stuff hosed inside maman's glorious cunt, sprayed her with the good, rich semen and made her start wiggling again. I just hung on and closed my eyes, going all weak in the knees and feeling as if my backbone had been melted and shot out of the head of my prick.
Maybe we were like that for only a few seconds, maybe it was longer. But it was long enough for my father to walk in on us while we were locked flesh in flesh that way, all of us bare-assed and numbed with the sweet violence of our mutual orgasms.
I saw him first. My startled eyes met his as he stood in the doorway with a stunned look of complete disbelief on his face.
"Maman," I said, "maman!" and rolled over to the side of the bed near the wall and away from him.
Claire blinked up at him in a daze, still in the throes of her climax, but maman sensed the situation right away and leaped off the bed to face dad before he could fully comprehend what he was seeing.
"Greg-welcome," she said, coming right up against him with her naked body. "We were wondering how we could get you to accept us like this, and now you have saved us the trouble of being underhanded about it."
"Terese," he mumbled, "what the hell is this? My son and my little daughter-"
"And their grandmother," she added, "but yes. Is it so strange that we love each other? Is it so different from the love you and I have also shared?"
He frowned and tried to push her away. "Yes, damnit-it's different. These are just kids, and I thought you and me-"
"There-'s no room for jealousy in this house," maman said, "nor any need for it. Nobody has been hurt; nothing has been taken away from anyone else. There has only been giving, Greg-a glad, joyous giving. Understand that."
"But kids," my father muttered, "and what you were doing to Claire, what you were letting Johnny do to you-"
"Nothing I didn't want done; nothing they did not desire. You have put one foot into a new life, Greg Wilson, by screwing me. Don't fall back into your old unhappiness by being a damned fool."
I saw something different about him then, and I don't mean only that he was half in the bag; I was watching dad's eyes, and I saw exactly where they were aimed-at the naked body of his only daughter, at sweet and frightened little Claire.
Maman felt it, too, and stepped back to stare into his face. "Ahh-you see how beautiful she is, your daughter; you can look directly at her lovely naked body as you have always wanted to. Now nobody will tell you how wrong it is, least of all Claire herself. Do you realize that she desires you, also? Look at her, Greg; see how cunningly she is formed, the darling small tits, the charming little pussy. She wants you to be the first to fuck her, Greg; she's begging you to make her a complete woman-can't you see that?"
"But-but-" he said, his old terry cloth robe pulled about his big body. "But she's my own kid-"
"She's a virgin piece of ass just waiting the touch of your prick," maman insisted. "She has no fear, only the burning need to be screwed by her father."
He wet his lips. "Claire-"
"Oh yes, daddy," she cried. "Yes, yes, daddy! Please do it to me. Please come over here and let me love you."
He was hooked on her, or maybe he had always been, only he'd been afraid to show it before. Now she was lifting her arms to him and rolling her narrow hips, offering him the prize of that mossy little snatch, openly showing that she wanted to fuck him as much as he had secretly yearned to fuck her.
Dad took a faltering step toward her, then another, and a sob broke from him as he dropped to the bed beside Claire. I slipped off the bed and eased around it to move over with maman. When Claire lifted up to throw her arms around him, I whispered to maman: "Shall we get out of here and leave them alone?"
She shook her head. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, and they won't even know that we are in the room."
So I sat down in one chair while maman took the other, rapt spectators for the deflowering of my sister. Claire was frantic with desire, ripping away at his robe until he straightened up and hurled the thing from him. One small hand reached for his stiffening cock, and her other arm wrapped around his neck while Claire's open mouth slammed into his, her tongue darting between his lips.
"Now she has him," maman purred, her own hand covering her mound, cupping it lightly. "Now he could not stop, even if the stars fell."
Against Claire's lips, daddy groaned. "Claire, sweet little Claire-so beautiful, so unattainable."
"Not now," she panted. "Now I'm all yours, daddy-just like I always wanted to be. Daddy, come on; make love to me."
Trembling, his hands swept over her arched and straining body, discovering the slight curves, the intriguing dips, the modeling that made his daughter unique. I saw how madly he wanted her and thought that she must have filled his mind ever since she began coming of age and showing her womanhood.
Both her hands were wrapped around his flexing prick, and she was urging him to her, drawing him down to the bed that was to be their bridal couch, urging him to get his shaft into her unused pussy. Claire was shaking, too, her firm, small tits heaving, their nipples sticking out strongly, vibrantly. Like maman said, they had no idea we were even in the room, and wouldn't have given a damn if they did. They were that wrapped up in each other, both of them about to realize a lifetime dream.
Even in her frenzy, my sister remembered the pillow, and let go dad's hard cock just long enough to jack it beneath her ass; then she reached for him again, her almost-thin body wiggling in wild anticipation. "Hurry, daddy-oh please hurry!"
He couldn't take his hands off her; eyes glazed, his broad and hairy chest heaving, daddy fondled the body he hadn't dared touch like this since she had been a baby. He pressed the darling nipples between his fingers, and dipped his mouth to sample each of them in suctioning adoration. His hand worked between her spread thighs to discover the pulsating little cunt, to feel it throb against his palm, to finger very carefully into its searing dampness.
"Beautiful," he panted, "oh beautiful, baby."
Claire urged him between her legs, bending them at the knees and opening wide, one hand tugging at his rigid prick as a leaked droplet of the clear, warm liquid purled down over her fingers from its convulsive head.
"Here, daddy-put it right in here. Ahh-oh wow! I'm too tight for it, daddy, but I'll loosen up so you can push it inside. Now, daddy-now!"
Sweat popped out all over his face as he felt his cockhead touch his daughter's fleecy pubic hairs, guided there by her eager hand. A shudder rippled down his back and contracted the cheeks of his ass; his hands slid around her hips as she hiked her pelvis at him, wiggling to get the blunt tip of his prick settled into her ravenous, tiny hole.
Staring, I leaned forward in my chair, holding onto my own now stiff prick, straining to see every exciting detail of this. I watched the very tip of his expanded knob press down into her cunt lips, watched those delectable, miniature labia slowly stretch until half the head was gripped by them.
Daddy was being very gentle, being as careful as he knew how, and for a crazy moment, I got a flashback of how it must have been the first time he screwed mother; she must have been a cherry, too.
But Claire wouldn't wait, and she wasn't afraid. She shoved hard up at his pole and forced the rest of the bulb into her cunt lips, grinding her trim ass to help the entrance.
"Cest bon!" maman exclaimed softly.
The turgid nozzle slid from sight, and the swollen lips closed around the shaft, but they were already pulled thin, I could see. Claire gave another upward lunge, and made another inch of his iron-hard shaft vanish into her hungry slot. But there it met the obstruction, and daddy struggled to penetrate the membrane that barred the depths of his daughter's vagina.
"Fuck me harder!" Claire gasped. "Push harder, daddy-uh-uh-"
She caught him by the cheeks of his ass then and raised her feet straight up, veeing her thighs wide to open her cunt as much as possible. Driven by his own primitive urgency, whipped on by his carnal need for this hotly squirming little girl, daddy gave a powerful hunch, and my sister cried out.
But daddy kept twisting it in, shoving it inch by slow, very tight inch into the slick, stubbornly resisting cleft. She pulled against his ass and slammed her feet down to brace them against the bed, and I'll swear that she damned near lifted him off his knees. Suddenly the rest of his prick slipped in, and his balls were resting against the uptilted crack of her fragile ass.
"Now," maman whispered fiercely. "Now, Greg-fuck your child well!"
Claire turned into an ardent little snake, wriggling under and around him as he pulled back for another stroke; her pelvis struck at his, and she rolled her ass in maddened circles. "Ooh, daddy-your prick is wonderful-so stiff, so round-ahh, beautiful! I love it, daddy darling-I adore having your prick inside my pussy. Fuck me, daddy-fuck me, fuck me!"
He tried to be tender, but she wouldn't allow that. Biting at his chest and clawing at the cheeks of his hairy ass, Claire banged her crotch savagely into his, pounded her belly to his, and ground furiously upon his sliding cock.
I watched the juices of her pussy turn his moving shaft oily, and saw how his balls caressed her ass every time he pushed his cock all the way to its thick root.
"Deep, deep," she moaned. "Oh crazy, crazy! Darling, darling-my lover, my nice hard prick-my wonderful, fucking daddy!"
I guess he went a little crazy then and started to plunge his cock violently into her tightly clenching snatch, shaking the bed and rocking my sister back upon her shoulders. Her thin legs flailed his ass, then tried to wrap around the small of his back, but they weren't long enough. She slid them down so she could lock her heels behind his knees, and battered at his pistoning rod as if she meant to tear it off at the balls.
He fucked her right back, meeting her stroke for stroke, brutal and hungry and loving, all at the same feverish moment. His prick blurred in and out of her elastic pussy, making sucking, squishing noises as her lubrication flowed freely and foamed over his shaft.
"You-sweet-little-hot-assed-bitch!" he grated. "Fuck your daddy, baby girl-fuck your daddy until he-he-COMES!"
She drove at him in a frenzy as his legs stiffened out and a ragged sob broke from his clenched teeth. Wheeling and pivoting her belly, Claire screwed him in blind, unreasoning ecstasy, and when his balls jerked, she gave a thin shriek of pure rapture, coming at the identical split second.
His pole throbbed visibly, and he poured forth a great, sizzling ejaculation into her narrow cunt, pumping his daughter's flaming pussy full of frothing come, drenching her vagina from end to end with the first semen it had ever known.
Claire moaned and her eyes rolled up. Her legs slipped down and she lay very still. "Is she dead?" I asked maman. "No," she said in awe. "She is in heaven."
CHAPTER 9
Maman and I left them alone after we'd seen Claire lose her cherry to my father, and after that, only two bedrooms of the house were used. I moved into maman's bed, and dad slept with Claire. It was a lot simpler that way, and there was no more sneaking around; everything was out in the open, as it should be.
It took two days and nights for dad and my sister to work off the pressure they had built up in themselves over the years. They came out of that room only for food and to go to the bathroom, then went right back. In a way, I kind of envied them, but I wasn't jealous; I was glad for them both doing the thing they had craved all their lives.
Besides, I wasn't missing out on anything. Maman was sexier than ever, reveling in the fact that she had brought us all into her fold, into this new freedom without hang-ups. Man, what I would have missed in my life if it hadn't been for my grandmother and her ideas, if she hadn't been so hotly sensuous and unselfish.
Anyhow, when dad and Claire had spent a day resting up by touring the French Quarters and shopping the tourist traps, we had a big seafood meal at a good restaurant and came back to the house with a feeling of anticipation. I knew that something different was about to happen and felt sure I was going to get my own chance with my sister's sweet little pussy, now that it had been broken in by my dad's smaller cock.
Sure, I was excited; I always am when the opportunity comes up for a new relationship with a woman, and this one was really special. Remember, I still had only screwed maman; my king-sized shaft had only been into her pussy-even though that velvet cunt was one of the best anywhere. I was eager to discover a different feel, to see how individual wiggles and clampings would affect the fucking.
And you know what maman did? That shrewd, sensible woman set things up so that she wasn't even involved at first. She didn't think of herself but of our needs, dad and Claire and me. She wanted us to really get involved with each other before she would consider joining in the action.
Leading us all into her bedroom where that huge bed with its satin sheets awaited, she said, "Greg-now that you have found what it's like to be really loved, now it's time you found out about sharing. Get undressed, all of you-Johnny, Claire?"
"Sure," I said, and shucked out of my clothes in a hell of a hurry. After all, dad had seen me bare-assed before when he'd caught me putting it to maman from behind, so there was no cause for me to be shy.
Claire was a little slower, glancing at me and lowering her eyes. I got the feeling that she was a little uptight about it, about me, since she had been swinging with dad exclusively. But that would soon wear off, I figured; we had been too close already to start playing games now.
She really looked beautiful, as if she had come closer to maturity the past couple of days, but she still had that very young glow about her, that kind of innocent, naive look. I understood what maman meant when she said a girl like my sister could turn on guys of any age.
When she stood naked beside the bed, her pert, small tits were erect, their delicate nipples dark against the white mounds, and her feathery mound seemed to be swollen but more attractive than ever now that it had been aroused and fulfilled. Slim and exquisite, she stood waiting to do whatever maman wanted of us.
Dad was even slower in stripping. He still had his shorts on when I looked over at him, but maman took care of that. She helped him get them off, teasing him about still being coy.
"Claire," she said then, "please lie down on the bed, child. You are about to truly bring these two together by sharing that fabulous little body with them, first in turn, and then in a marvelous joining of all your flesh. Just be yourself, girl; be happy and sensuous."
Maman motioned to me after my sister climbed on the bed and lay down. "You have waited a long time, cher; now you may claim your prize."
I hesitated. "Maman-I'd like him to go first. I mean, I guess I always want to follow him like that, to see him screw, and then slide my own prick into the pussy he just fucked."
"Certainment," she agreed. "Greg-don't be bashful. We have seen you fuck your daughter before this."
Dad was still hypnotized by the sight of his girl's nude body, and he moved toward her on the bed as if he still couldn't believe his luck, as if she might somehow be snatched away from him before he could get his stiff cock into her waiting cunt. His hard-on was a good one, and he held his short pole in his hand when he lay down beside her.
They forgot us again; they kissed and fondled each other's organs; they squirmed and panted, and soon he was there between her open, beckoning thighs, staring down at the damp invitation of her nearly hairless pussy. She lifted her crotch to meet him when he poised the head of his prick against the entrance of her dewy labia, and with a newly learned movement of purely female deftness, Claire shifted her ass to gulp him inside her feverish body.
I watched the hard round length of his distended cock slide into her tight snatch, and saw the pink lips close lovingly around it. When his balls rested against the cleft of her ass, Claire moaned and began to twist upon his embedded shaft, grinding his cockhead around in her narrow vagina. They fucked smoothly, without hurry, as dad made long, slow strokes into her adoring cunt, and Claire squirmed with sensuous delight at every thrust.
Her hands roamed his body, caressing his back, the cheeks of his ass, and strayed between his legs to tickle his swinging balls. In turn, he was kissing her mouth, her throat, and bent himself so he could fasten a hungry mouth to one of her erectile nipples.
"I'm coming, daddy," Claire gasped, her ass jerking in short, convulsive movements. "I'm coming-oh, fuck me, fuck your daughter!"
He crammed it to her then, grinding it deep and hard, and I saw his balls jerk as he came. I could almost see inside her pussy, the imagery was so bright within my head, and I pictured the way his semen was jetting inside her, how it was splashing all creamed and rich throughout the confines of her flexing, vibrant cunt.
Quickly then, I was on the bed beside them, my cock aching and pulsing in my hand. I tugged at him, pulled him back and up. His head swivelled to look at me in amazement, but I didn't care. I needed to get into my sister's cunt right away, to stuff my big shaft into that velvet hole while it was still simmering from the fucking he had given it.
"Dad, please-"
He rolled to one side, his prick dripping, leaving a shiny rivulet of his come down the inside of one of her slim thighs. I was on her immediately, fumbling one hand under her delicate ass to lift her for the ramrodding of my rigid cock. Setting my knob into her greasy cunt lips, I began to force it inside my sister's trembling pussy.
Man, that was a wild sensation! She was so hot and juicy that I thought her sizzling cunt would blister my cockhead, and I loved it. Slippery and creamy from the load he'd shot into her, Claire's cunt was receptive, but still plenty tight for a prick as big as mine. I shoved harder, pressing the labia apart, making the head find its way in that marvelous, narrow snatch.
"Johnny," Claire panted. "Oh Johnny-your prick is so big, so big! But give it to me, darling. Make my pussy take it, sweet brother. Fuck me-come on, Johnny-fuck me deep and strong!"
The head worked its way past the inner lips, and I forced it up into the searing passageway beyond. The walls of her vagina held it tightly, squeezing down on my prick, and if she hadn't been all greased inside by dad's semen, I probably would have had a rough time getting it buried to the balls.
But the shaft slipped on into her, and I felt the head come to a stop against something very soft and giving. I had hit bottom in my sister's fascinating pussy; my cockhead was up against her tiny cervix. I shivered all over, goose bumps breaking out from head to foot, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest. I was in her, in her; my prick was completely hidden within the wet grasp of my sister's little-girl cunt, and now she was beginning to roll on it.
Carefully, I pulled it back, but she didn't want to let it go; her stretched pussy followed it up, so I took only a short stroke before trying for another, longer one. She wiggled and hunched, and before I had fed her the meat more then three or four times, she cried out and came. I could feel her tiny cunt snapping at my cockhead, and knew the terrific sensation as her vaginal walls rippled along the length of my cock.
I kept fucking her, even when she fell back kind of limply. My shaft slid in and out of that suctioning mini-pussy as its slippery silken folds caressed it.
Dimly, I heard maman say, "Such a magnificent prick! Look how he uses it, Greg-so strong and sure."
Staring down at the way my cock was pistoning within the greasy socket of my sister's tight cunt, I thought it was great to own a shaft like mine, so I could give her so much pleasure that she was damned near passing out. But she was narrow, and her fluctuating pussy nibbled over my cockhead so much at every lingering stroke, I knew I couldn't hold it back much longer.
I managed to hang tough when she came back to life and began to ride me, to twist her ass in crazy, swinging motions as her pelvis ground into my own again. Man, oh man; Claire had really turned into a beautiful fucking machine, like maman. Her new, young cunt had learned all the tricks just by fucking our dad, and she was laying that sizzling snatch up to me now, heaving and surging, corkscrewing my driving cock.
"J-Johnny!" she hissed. "Oh, man-what a prick-what a prick! Sweet brother, far-out brother-you're m-making me come again-again-uh-uh-uh!"
When her pussy gave a convulsive wiggle, I buried my cockhead to the bottom and let it all go. My come spouted into her like a geyser, flooding her tiny vagina with a flood of hot semen, packing her full of the oyster-like stuff. I could feel it backwashing down my throbbing shaft and seeping out around it, even tight as her cunt lips were. She was really deluged with our juices then, mine and dad's.
Slowly then, I backed it out of my sister's clenching pussy, drawing a trickle of sticky fluid after it, and she tried to hold it with her labia. When the head snapped out, it was glistening with creamy juice, but my cockhead was big as ever, and the length of my pole was still rigid. I guess I knew that something else was in store for all of us, and the knowledge beat like a hot drum in my belly.
Meeting my father's eyes, I saw a new understanding there, a softness he had never shown me before, and I knew everything was really going to be all right. Even if my mother didn't come back to us, we had already shared more than most; we had both known the steamy sheath of my sister's magic pussy; we had both been into maman's gloriously active cunt, and I was willing to bet that we had both eaten those same snatches, that both these terrific females had gone down on us.
"Go to her again, Greg," Maman suggested, stripping off her own dressing gown now, letting it fall to the floor as she exposed the svelte, always beguiling body with its high, pointed tits and the special, hypnotic curling of her silvery pubic hairs. "Go to your hot little daughter and fuck her some more; she is more than ready for your cock."
"Maman," I whispered, and she turned a dazzling smile upon me. Dad and I got on the bed together, lying flat on our backs with our stiff joints standing up, their heads bulging and polished with warm lubrication.
Maman crawled over to sit straddle of my legs, her silken cunt damply against my thighs, and Claire, taking the cue, did the same to dad. I got a wild sensation, seeing and feeling the four of us on the same bed, our bodies touching. There were those two beautiful sets of tits, so different, yet some alike; there were the cunts, one richly -haired and ripe, the other just sprinkled with feathers, and very young. Would you believe that those females held hands and kissed each other before they manipulated our hard shafts into the openings of their labia?
The pussy I was getting into wasn't as tight as the one my prick had just left, but it was snug and plenty hot. Dad just couldn't wait to drive back into the cunt he loved better than any other, and worked his shaft into Claire's gently rolling crotch right away.
It took me a little longer to fit my big pole into maman's vagina, but she helped by wiggling down on it, and I reached up to cup her firm tits in both hands as my cock slid home clear to the balls. I was locked into her educated hole then, and she ground on my meat, slipping her rounded ass up and down, gyrating her pelvis in her special, sexy way that rubbed my cockhead over every quivering inch of her velvet pussy walls.
Turning my head, I watched my sister riding my dad's rod, bouncing happily on him, leaning forward to run her tongue into his open mouth, feeling back behind her own ass to caress his balls, to slide her fingers along his soapy shaft.
We fucked together, and since I had blown such a good load into Claire's compact pussy, it took me awhile to build up another head of steam. Maman came three times that I know of, squirming and moaning, seesawing on my prick and sometimes clawing at my hips. The last time she reached a climax, she bobbed her head down and sucked one of my nipples between her teeth, lapping it furiously with her tongue, and that did it.
Lurching upward, hanging onto the glossy cheeks of her ass, I drove if solidly up to the cup of her womb, ramming it up in there so I could pump a heavy spurting of come into her spiralling cunt, and it was a wonderful orgasm, one that made my toes curl.
Panting, I lay back as maman collapsed on top of me, her head tucked under my chin, and that enchanted cunt still moving, moving. Tiredly, I looked over at dad and Claire and saw them glued together in the same fashion, fucked out for the moment, but still enraptured with each other's bodies and the joy they had found in them. Man, it was a moving experience, and it got better during the night.
It got better when he and I changed over on the women, taking a few thrusts into this cunt, then swapping holes to make a few strokes into that one. When he blew off, I took care of both of them, fucking my sister until she kind of sagged, then trying to do the same with maman. But that one hung in there with me, fucking and fucking, until I ran out of gas and fell asleep.
CHAPTER 10
After breakfast, maman took dad aside for a long, quiet talk between themselves. Claire and I sat over our coffee, kind of good tired and relaxed, but still conscious of that flow of sensual tension that was always with us. Since I had started screwing my grandmother, it seemed as if I was more sensitive to other people, especially women, as if I had been given a key that opened communications with them. Maybe I was just sure of myself and my ability to give pleasure, and that made a vast difference for a kid my age.
"What do you think she's talking to him about?" my sister asked.
I shrugged. "The divorce, probably. Did you ever see such a change in a guy? I'll bet she's telling him to call mom and see if she's coming down to New Orleans, before she and her stud leave for Reno. I'll bet if he handles it right, if he talks right, that mom won't be able to resist-and then we'll have the chance to patch it all up."
Claire eyed me. She was wearing a terry cloth white robe, and it hung casually open down the middle. I could see one of her little tits peeping charmingly out. She said, "Do you really think they can work it out? Won't mom still insist on keeping her lover?"
"Probably," I answered. "But that shouldn't make any big difference to dad now. I mean, he ought to be able to understand how she feels, and be happy for her. It's stupid to be jealous."
"Yeah," she nodded, "I know. I was jealous of maman because she's older and so pretty and because she knew all about how to handle men. But now I just get turned on when I see her screwing dad, or going down on him. Johnny-do you have the same kind of itch for mom that I have for him?"
"I guess so. It wasn't so bad until I knew she was fucking that other guy. Then I got to looking at her more like a sexy woman than just my mother, and I jacked off a lot, imagining how it would feel to crawl in between those slick thighs of hers."
Claire stretched, her arms over her head, and now both sweet tits popped into view. Damn, she looked good. "But what if she won't go along with the rest of us? She might feel it's okay for her to get laid by somebody else, but she may think it's freaky to screw her own kid."
"I hope she doesn't think like that," I said slowly. "We have a hell of a good thing going here, and it would be so much better if she joined in. Just think-I could take turns fucking her with dad, or we could get her between us and really screw her, eat her, all those groovy things. I wouldn't mind sharing her with Lucien Labas, either. And that would give both you and maman another prick to love; three guys and three women. Man, oh man; how about all of us together on maman's big bed?"
She smiled at me. "I have been thinking about it, and about other things we haven't gotten around to yet. I want to fuck and be fucked every way there is. I want to be eaten, to go down on maman, and maybe on mother, too. I want it all, Johnny."
"Me, too," I said. "And you're giving me a hard-on, just talking about it."
"That's what's so great," she murmured, her eyes half- closed. "We can screw whenever we feel like it, anywhere and any time. So why don't we get with it?"
I stood up, my half-lifted cock nudging the front of my jeans. "That's a good idea, baby."
Maman was kissing dad goodbye at the head of the stairs when we passed through the living room. We hesitated there when he went downstairs, until maman came to us. "Your father has some business in town," she informed us, "and he's going to try and reach your mother today. Johnny, the plan is moving right along now. With any luck at all, this divorce nonsense should be over and done with before too long."
"Great," I said. "Claire and I were just about to get together in the bedroom. Do you want to join us?"
She moved between us and slipped her arms about our waists. "Have I ever refused? Terese Boudreaux has learned to live again, herself-perhaps better than she lived when she was young. I did not have two beautiful, sexy grandchildren then."
We walked together into her bedroom, the focal point for most of the sexual activity in the house, and my cock grew harder as my thighs brushed theirs, as I smelled the musky, personal scents of their perfumes and knew the insinuating warmth of their bodies. You'd think that with two beautiful chicks touching me, I'd have my mind completely upon them, but that wasn't so.
The closer we got to the possibility of mom swinging with us, the more excited I got about the idea. Strange, heavy passions moved within me, filling my balls with pressure and turning my prick into a steely rod. Watching them strip, seeing maman and my sister peel out of their robes, I still conjured up an image of mom, her heavier breasts, that molded ass so ripe and full, her thighs so opulent. The hair on her pussy would be deep and profuse, I thought, a luxuriant growth of silken fur that I could lose my face in, that would curl teasingly around the head of my cock, once I started it in.
But suppose Claire was right and she didn't want to fuck me? It was possible that she might be turned off by the idea of incest with her son, and put us all down hard as a bunch of freaky perverts. She would go on keeping her stud but still live with dad at the same time; that much we were sure about, but anything else was conjecture.
"Come, darling," Maman whispered, and I looked at them lying naked on the bed, two beautiful people, one a mature woman, the other a young but knowledgeable girl, both close to my own blood. I was already about as lucky as a guy could get, having two adorable cunts like these waiting for me, but I wanted more.
I went to them, shucking my jeans and shorts at the edge of the bed, trying to put the vision of my mom's pussy out of my head. I would concentrate upon these at hand and just hope the other one might come through. Maybe I hesitated too long because before I knew it, maman and Claire were in each other's arms, their tits pressed together and their mounds rubbing.
Their mouths were welded together, their tongues moving in unison, their polished bodies moving wantonly, legs and arms and thighs. They were beautiful to watch, and I sat on the edge of the bed, drinking them in. It wasn't very long before they were taking turns at each other's tits, licking and kissing, and their hands played over cunts, over trembling asses.
When they went head to foot, I saw maman take a couple of my sister's little pink toes in her mouth, and Claire wiggled madly at the sensation. Their heads moved between knees, then into parted thighs, and with little erotic moans, they began to eat pussy. Bending over, I could peer down and watch Claire's tongue moving rapidly into maman's cunt lips, going down on another woman for the first time.
Claire was searching for the pleasure points, reveling in her initial taste of pussy, and being a female herself, she wasn't long in finding maman's touchiest zones. Of course, maman was an old hand at this and had my sister hunching and undulating within a few seconds.
I crouched close to them, stroking their asses, feeling the sheen of sweat grow upon their smooth skins, enjoying them because they were loving, being a part of them myself. Waiting until the first one lifted her head, I got on my knees with my cock grasped in one hand, and pointed the bulb at her mouth.
It was maman, and her eyes gleamed as she wiggled up to her elbows so she could kiss my cockhead. That put me straddling my sister's body as she lay belly down.
Maman pulled my knob into her wet lips, into the mouth already juicy from Claire's pussy oils, and ran her active tongue avidly over the throbbing meat. I held her head lightly between my hands as her head slid back and forth on my prick, and I didn't much notice that Claire was rolling over. But I knew it a moment later, because I felt another hot tongue tickle my balls.
Looking down, I saw that my sister had her mouth under my sack, that she was fondling my thighs with her hands and helping maman get me off. It was a far-out sensation, knowing maman's mouth around my prick, and Claire's tongue busy along the sliding shaft. I quivered all over and hunched to them, for them, until the good feeling overpowered me and came wheeling up from my distended balls to let go in a crazy spasming of completion.
My semen burst hissing from the cockhead and filled my maman's throat, washing over the roof of her suctioning mouth and her teeth. She kept pulling, and my sister continued to help, lapping and nipping. I thought they were going to drain me of my blood, too. Panting, I lifted one knee away from Claire and eased my prick out of my grandmother's hungry mouth. It made a wet, plopping noise as I sank back upon the bed, my chest heaving and hot little thrills still running up and down my legs.
"Lovely boy," maman purred. "Such a magnificent young prick, so hard and always ready to go. You're a lucky girl, Claire, to have such a strong and horny brother."
"I know," she said, "and I'm going to make the most of it."
Man, have you ever been a sex object for two chicks at the same time? There I was, lying there while they went all over my body, and at first I was just catching my breath, but pretty soon they had me going. Claire was licking me down one side, and maman was paying dedicated oral attention to the other. My cock had softened a little bit, but now it was standing at attention again, pulsing as if it could tell what was going to happen.
Hell, I didn't even know myself. I just gave up and rode along with the flow of things, letting them do whatever they wanted to with me. Not that I was relaxed; I wasn't; I was tense all over, flinching and wiggling when somebody's mouth hit a particularly touchy area. They went over me from top to bottom, tonguing under my arms and into my bellybutton, going behind my knees and into the crack of my ass, even.
Maman couldn't resist the throbbing cock any longer, and climbed aboard me, guiding the swollen head into the hot grasp of her pussy with a single, deft motion. Her shapely ass twisted to settle my prick into her juicy socket, and she lowered her sleek body to take it all the way up that beautiful vagina.
I was a little surprised when I felt my sister's knees against my head from behind, but not too much. Claire was becoming really inventive and was eager to try out all the aspects of sex. Staring up, I could see the delicate shapings of her lovely cunt lips, the wisping of her silken pubic hair and the perfect, burnished thighs.
Maman was sliding her rotating cunt up and down my hard pole, and now my sister sank that gorgeous young crotch gently upon my face. My nose was up the cleft of her ass, and I opened my mouth wide to encompass her entire sweet mound. She was delicious, a perfume drifting from the slippery labia, a special flavor to that hot, micro-pussy. I was blinded by her firm, warm flesh, my head held trapped in the satin net of her thighs, and all I could see when I looked up were the hills of her ass and the fragile curving of her graceful back.
I saw and felt her bend forward, and heard her murmuring to maman. They shared love words, those two, and when they quieted, I knew they were fondling each other's tits and kissing, while I was the connector between them, as one rode my prick and the other rode my face.
Slipping my tongue around inside my sister's torrid little vagina, I lapped her juices and felt them wet my cheeks, my chin. She was hunching tenderly by then, so I stroked it up and under her soft clitoral hood and found the vibrant button. It shook at the touch of my tongue, and Claire swirled her crotch over my mouth, urging me to caress it more, to tickle it into an orgasm.
I loved every wiggle she made, just as I adored the suctioning thrusts of maman's blazing pussy as it pulled upon my cast iron shaft. Eating into Claire's delectable cunt, I felt her shiver, felt her hunch crazily for a long, ecstatic moment, and heard her moan in the triumph of her climax.
Maman rolled her ass violently from side to side, raking my cockhead along the slick walls of her searing vagina and seesawing against my balls. Her pussy kind of gulped, and some weird inner muscle squeezed down upon my surging prick as she came, too. They were still upon me, and I hadn't come yet.
It's like that a lot with me; I mean, after that first big load spurts out, sometimes I can fuck for quite awhile before coming again. The women don't complain about that, and neither do I. I love to hang in there, slipping my meat steadily into an appreciative cunt, or into some hungry mouth. I wish I could fuck all night like that.
When they split off me, taking one dripping cunt from around my cock and the other from my mouth, I made a couple of moves of my own. I really wanted to feel the hot tightness of my sister's honeyed pussy, so I rolled her over onto her hands and knees and went at her from behind, my hands around that slim, narrow waist and her almost thin ass cheeks tilted up at me.
"Easy now, cher." maman warned. "Your sister is very small, and you have such a massive prick. Careful, darling-"
"I can take it, maman," Claire insisted, "really I can. And I want my brother's hard meat-I really want it in my pussy now."
Cautiously, I advanced the greased cockhead to the downy crotch, easing it against the small lips as she spread her thighs wide for me. When it touched that fragile-looking labia, I trembled, and the very tip of it worked slowly inside, seeking the hot wetness.
Easing it into her, I held her ass still and prodded inch by slow inch into that amazingly narrow, very tight hole. Satin foldings of lubricated flesh parted for my eager shaft, sliding around the cockhead, pressing back upon the following pole, and then I had it locked into her marvelous snatch, had it buried to my sack into my little sister's pliant and yielding cunt.
Claire twisted her head around so she could look back over her shoulder, and her eyes were shining, lascivious, a damp smile upon her lips. She was digging it, beginning to rock back and forth upon my churning prick in rapture. Her slim ass swung from side to side in small circles, and I braced my knees when she backed strongly into my strokes.
Staring at the base of my prick and seeing how neatly it slipped in and out of that clinging little pussy, I saw something else. I saw maman's upturned face sliding between our knees, and her red tongue was already flicking up at my dangling balls. But that was only the start for her; she managed to get her face snugged up into my sister's crotch, and as I worked my cock slowly into Claire's pussy, maman licked us both, running her quick, wet tongue over my oily shaft and into Claire's cunt.
It was the wildest sensation I'd ever known, and the pressure built swiftly in my balls. Flinching and bucking, hanging on to my sister's ass and working my prick within the siphoning motion of her pussy, I was driven freaky by the action of maman's mouth and tongue. When I let go, it was like a cannonball exploding deep within Claire's shuddering vagina.
CHAPTER 11
Dad came back with the news that mom was considering the trip, that she would call back with her decision tomorrow, and that made everybody pretty happy. We didn't exactly go out on the town, but we drove over to Audobon Park and went through the zoo, then wandered out to the levee and sat there watching a couple of tramp steamers slipping down toward the Gulf and the open sea.
Dinner was a kick because we bought tamales from a guy with a pushcart, and burned our mouths on them. That called for cold root beer at the K&B drugstore, and we were a real family as we walked back down Royal Street toward maman's house. The French Quarter was already balling, jazz music blaring from the joints over on Bourbon, and tourists cluttering the banquettes.
I noticed guys ogling maman, as they always did, and some of them even took a second look at my sister. She had a different swing to her walk now, a sexy little jiggle that pulled men's eyes to the tight seat of her jeans, accentuated as it was by all that long, black hair swinging pendulum down her back.
I wondered how they'd react if they knew that I was fucking her, that my big prick had been into her sweet young pussy many times, that we had played sixty-nine; that we were brother and sister. Grinning, I thought they'd freak out if they could know she was also being well screwed by her father.
There'd be a riot, probably, if all those dudes taking looks at maman realized that she was swinging with all three of us. We looked so straight and conservative, that such a revelation would blow their minds. I felt kind of smug as we turned into Beinville and dad keyed the door to lead us all upstairs. And I thought once more what a lucky kid I was.
But I worried a little about mom. I mean, she hadn't exactly leaped at the chance to be with us, to have another talk with dad about not getting a divorce. Maybe she was too wrapped up in her Cajun stud to be even interested. But she couldn't have any idea how fantastic it was with the rest of us. She'd never swung with me, with dad and me together; she had never had maman between her thighs, nor Claire. So how could she know?
In the kitchen, maman gave us wine, and dad seemed more relaxed, but I could tell he was worrying some about the phone call tomorrow. He was still in love with mom and wanted her back. He wanted her to know this new and different sexual freedom the rest of us had.
"This is a party," maman said. "No gloomy faces allowed, you understand? Greg, Johnny-there is something you can do for me, if you will. I have always wanted to be between two lovers, to have them both in me at once. And if Claire can wait her turn-"
"Of course, maman," my sister said.
And I said, "At once? You mean, you go down on one of us and the other screws you?"
"Non," maman answered. "I wish to be made a sandwich. Johnny, since you are hung so large, you will put that wonderful prick into my pussy, and you, Greg-from the back, if you will; with the proper lubrication, hein?"
My dad nodded, a light kindling in his eyes, and I figured he had never gone into anybody's ass before. I thought then that I probably never would, because my cock was just too thick and long.
Claire clapped her hands. "Oh wow! That's a great idea, and I want to see how it's done so you can do it to me, next."
Maman smiled. "She progresses, this little nymphet. Well, my lovers?"
We were out of our clothes by the time maman moved through the bedroom door, and my faithful cock was reaching itself out, swelling to a heavy bulge at the end, my rested balls filling themselves with the juice they would soon pump into my grandmother's fabulous cunt. Alluringly, she posed for us beside the bed, pirouetting to display the sleek and well-kept body, showing off her firm tits with the heavy nipples and the silver beauty of her mound. I thought then that an older woman's pussy would always turn me on, since maman's had been my first.
Claire was stripped, too, just as lovely in her own way, that charming, small body glowing with health and youth, the triangular patch of her toy pussy a triumph of sensual artistry that drew the eye.
But maman was to be center stage tonight, and I stood by uncertainly, wondering just how we were going to go about it, making a sandwich of her.
"You are first, Greg," she said. "Here is my skin cream, and I think it will work very well as an oil. I will apply some to the head of your prick. Ahh, there; so slippery and warm. I have long envied my daughter this strong prick, lover. Soon I will have it where she has never known its thrill. Now-"
She positioned herself on hands and knees in the center of the big bed, her breasts hanging down, the light reflecting softly from the rounded cheeks of her trim ass. My father's cock was glowing, too, its knob puffed and ready, glistening from the grease maman had rubbed over it.
He eased up behind her, caressing her hips, her thighs, and running a finger into the hairy cleft of her ass. Gently, he set the blunt tip of his cockhead against the small hole which I couldn't even make out from where I was standing. Claire slipped up beside me as he started to press into maman's hole, and her small hand strayed over my distended prick, fondling it.
I cupped one cheek of her ass and worked my finger into her own crack to find the tiny knot of her hole, wondering if any sized cock could ever force its way inside there. We watched maman lift her ass to my father, and stared wide-eyed as he pushed slowly but strongly into her anus.
Maman moaned, and dad hesitated, but she hissed at him to go on, go on! He was sweating, and his hands trembled on her waist; his prick edged into her tail, and she wiggled sensuously. Suddenly the head was in her, out of sight, and his shaft slid tenderly after.
"Ahhh!" maman sighed. "Ah, yes-it is in me, all the way in me, and I love it, love it there! But now, Johnny-hurry, Johnny, come over to us and slide beneath me. That's right, on your back, sweet boy. You will have to guide your lovely prick up into my cunt, darling. Use your hand."
I did as she commanded, her willing love slave, excited as hell because I was about to participate in something so turned on as this scene. My feet passed "between her outstretched hands, then my legs, and my tall cock rubbed insinuatingly between her down-hanging tits as I worked farther down. My face was about even with hers then, and I took hold of my prick to direct it to its home, that steaming pussy with its beckoning pubic hairs.
Peeping down, I could see that other set of balls swinging there at the very end of her labia, thickly furred and swollen. My mouth went dry and my pulses raced, and I missed maman's cunt lips with the first lift of my cockhead. But my aim was better next time, and it settled against those dewy lips, into that hot and ardent hole.
I hunched at it, lifting my ass to push it up and home. Our legs were a mixed-up tangle, mine and hers and dad's, but I didn't have any trouble getting my eager prick into her pussy. It felt different inside, tighter and more narrow; I realized that my dad's embedded cock was pressing it from the other side, and a blazing wave of lust shook me. My prick slipped up and up, and a second later, my balls were against his. We were both locked into maman's wiggling body.
She had to do the moving because we were set into her in such a way that either or both of us could slip out if we got too active. Her mouth came down on mine and her tongue searched across my teeth as she squirmed, sliding back upon his cock and pulling away from mine. When she moved forward, she rode my hard prick and drew his out almost to the head. Back and forth she thrust, a soft and slippery tube connecting my cock to his, fucking and being fucked at the same instant. Her tits came flat against my sweaty chest, digging their hard nipples into my sensitive skin.
I don't know where my sister was or what she was doing; I was too wrapped up in what was going on, in the terrific feeling of a super-tight pussy caressing my buried cock, of another man's balls swinging against mine in a voluptuous rhythm. I was bound into a world of sweet, warm flesh, rocked in a carnal cradle of thighs and snatch, and I found myself moving with the beat of it, gently, without force or hurry, but moving, moving.
Maman shook all over, as if a tiny earthquake had taken place deep within her undulating pussy. She bit my lips and her pelvis vibrated insanely. I could hear my father panting, and the beat stepped up, increased in intensity as he fed his meat back and forth in the clinging tube she had given him. His balls swung harder against mine, and maman kept grinding, kept moaning and crying out that she was coming, coming again, coming yet again!
I gritted my teeth and tried to hold off, sensing the convulsive movements of his prick within her ass, and when his balls banged against mine in a final, twisting spasm, I jammed my slippery prick deep, impaling her cervix with my bulging cockhead, and knew that my own juice was boiling upward from my testicles.
We came together. He jetted his stream of bubbling liquid into the recesses of her clinging ass pipe while I blew off my semen into the clenching walls of her feverish pussy. It was great; it was fantastic; it was crazy and wild and much, much more. Shuddering together, holding tightly to this marvelous woman who had shared us with each other as well as with herself, we pumped spurt after trembling spurt of our come into her.
I don't know who took his cock out of her first. It didn't matter, because I was floating in a private dream world, my prick making little hungry leaps against maman's vaginal walls, my pelvis shoved hard against her soft, hairy one. My eyes were closed and I was smiling. Somehow, she took herself from between us, turning just so, wiggling just right, and both our pricks were out in the air once more, each dripping its creamy sauce.
My balls had been drained, pumped dry by the furious release, and my head lay weakly upon the pillow. Maman kissed my cheek and patted my sagging cock, and I dimly heard her thanking my father for a new experience. I opened my eyes to see him lying oh his back, too, and just beyond him, kneeling beside the bed, was my sister. As I watched, she crawled onto the bed, and the four of us lay there together, closer than we had ever been.
Drifting, I kept making up dreams of how it would be when and if mom started swinging with us. Then I wondered if her lover would dig the action; he should, I thought. He must have been willing to go along with sharing mom with her present husband, so he ought to see where this new arrangement would give him a couple of more lovely chicks to screw. In fact, this Lucien Labas would have something going for him that none of us could have: he would be fucking three generations of women-maman, her daughter, and her granddaughter.
Now that dad had accepted the fact that we could both fuck Claire and maman, he would surely get his kicks out of mom and me, and maybe he was up front enough now to not be jealous of his wife's stud, either. I shivered in delight, trying to picture us all involved, seeing us all naked and grooving together, sharing our love and our passionate bodies.
Claire was the first one to say anything, and she murmured, "That was really something else. How does it feel, getting it in your ass, maman?"
"Magnifique, child. The sensation is quite different, making you somehow full, turning you, in a fashion, submissive. I love the raw, animal feeling it gives me. You will have to try it."
"Oh, I want to," Claire said with rising excitement. "Does it make it so different to have a cock going in your pussy at the same time?"
"Tremendously so. It is as if you are impaled, helpless between two powerful lovers, rocked and screwed and loved, and there is a mighty sense of accomplishment when you make them both come."
My father said slowly, "I don't know how to thank you, Terese. It seems like I've been in the dark all my life, hemmed in by walls without windows. After I screwed you that first time, I felt guilty as hell, as if I'd stepped outside the pale and broken a taboo. But when you came right back at me, demanding and honest about your desires, I started to loosen up. I'll admit that it took me awhile to get it straight in my head. It took the shock of seeing my son and my daughter loving each other orally, seeing them both naked and squirming together the way they were."
He paused thoughtfully, and maman said, "But you had wanted her for yourself. You simply lacked the courage to admit it."
"Yes," he agreed. "Ever since Claire began to grow breasts; ever since her lovely little ass climbed up on my lap and wiggled there, I wanted her. But incest was a big no-no, and I would have gone on dreaming forbidden dreams about my lovely girl, if it hadn't been for you. I would have hated the boys she screwed and hated the man she married, because he was getting into her beautiful, tiny cunt, and it was barred to me forever."
"Oh daddy," Claire breathed, turning on her side and reaching across maman's supine body to touch his cheek. "And all the time, I was dreaming of you. I envied mom for being in bed with you, and I got terribly upset whenever I heard your bed rattle, and knew you were putting it to her-instead of to me."
"It is so much more simple this way," maman added. "What is it to others, if we do what we most desire? There is only one of us who has not had his heart's wish, and that is Johnny."
Dad lifted himself upon one elbow, looking across our two women and at me. "Do you have the same thing for your mother, Johnny? Is it a constant grinding in your guts because you could never fuck her?"
"Something like that," I said. "I kind of fought myself about it because it was supposed to be too freaky. But after she started laying that other guy, I began to think it might be possible. I mean, there might come some kind of chance for me to get in between those luscious legs, to get into that dream pussy. I used to make up images of how she'd get so smashed she wouldn't know I was slipping my meat into her, how I would sneak a long, thrilling fuck from her when she was drunk. I get a little shaky right now, thinking that it might come true. I get all trembly inside."
He nodded. "Just a week ago, if you'd said that-but now, I understand, and I'm going to do my damnedest to see that you get your chance. Your mother is really a fine piece of ass, Johnny; she's hot and eager, and now that I look back on things, I guess she was always willing to try something new. But I wasn't, and that's what started the screw-up."
"It'll work out, daddy," Claire cut in. "I'm sure it will."
Man, I just lay there and felt my prick beginning to rise as I thought of what he said, that he would get me a chance to fuck my mother, that he was promising me a crack at his wife's pussy. I dug just thinking about that, and wondered how we were going to work it all out. What if mom just said no? That would be a hell of a kick in the ass.
All I could do was hope-hold my already aching cock and hope.
CHAPTER 12
She was coming to town that evening, so we all scurried around the house, tidying it up, getting things ready for her. Maman spent the morning in the kitchen, making stuffed crabs and crayfish bisque. There was wine chilled and salad vegetables waiting to be chopped.
I don't know which of us was more uptight, me or dad. He had a couple of drinks in the afternoon, and I sipped a glass of vin rogue which didn't help much. Claire and maman seemed to accept the visit pretty calmly, but I was plenty on edge. Of course, maman and dad would really have to handle everything, break the ice and bring our sexual communion out into the open. Mom wouldn't be listening much to my sister and me-not at first.
Maybe she would be feeling peculiar, too, bringing her lover into her own family circle, and I began to wonder if she shouldn't leave Mr. Labas somewhere, at least for awhile. But all of us knew she was swinging with him, I decided, so why shouldn't mom be out front about it?
The door buzzer sounded, and dad slopped some of his drink over the rim of his glass. I jumped, too, but Claire made a face at me while maman went to answer the door. Both our women looked nothing but terrific; Claire was decked out in a plain white dress that called attention to her tan and made her look even younger than she was, if you didn't see the slidy look in her eyes, or if you didn't notice the way her slim hips gyrated. Maman was in a hostess gown of red and black; its vee neck plunged so low that I thought one of her tits might pop out at any moment, and the only thing I had against the dress that clung to her hips and brought out the swell of her hips is that it didn't show off those long, sleek legs. But when she moved to the stairs, I changed my mind about that, because there was a slit in one side of the skirt that gave a tantalizing glimpse of golden thigh. Maman knew what she was doing, all right; she could turn on any guy who had meat between his legs, even if he didn't have the balls to go with it.
My mother came up the steps first, wearing a pants suit of pale pink that set off her dark hair and snugged her big, solid breasts. It molded to the shifting of her rounded hips and to her ripe thighs. I found myself staring at her crotch, where the woven material seemed to outline the shaping of her mound.
"Greg-how nice to see you." Her voice was brittle, and sounded as if she'd been practicing to keep it neutral. She shook hands with my dad, and stooped to take little Claire in her arms. As she and my sister were kissing, I looked past her to where Lucien Labas was standing uncertainly, uncomfortably.
He was tall and dark, with slim hips and good shoulders. He had long, wavy brown hair and a moustache, and he looked as if he would like to be anywhere but right here. Then I stepped up to my mother and was swept against her. She kissed my cheek and held me very close, and I luxuriated in the cushiony feel of her fabulous tits as they crushed against me, and in the light kiss of her thighs.
"Johnny-I swear you've grown a couple of inches. But you haven't been out in the sun much. Is maman keeping you in the house?"
Oh wow! Grown a couple of inches, and maman keeping me in the house! Claire couldn't choke back a giggle, and I could have mashed her, but I was having trouble keeping my own laughter under control and pressed myself close to my mother's lushly captivating body. Maybe my cock started to lift a little, or I hugged her too close, moving my chest back and forth against the hidden caress of those fantastic nipples. Whatever, she suddenly pulled back and looked at me a little strangely, so I had to mumble something and step back.
Dinner was strained at first, everyone a little too polite with each other, and nothing really being said, but the excellent food and the outstanding wines softened all that. Lucien Labas saw that my father wasn't going to cause any kind of scene, and relaxed, basking in the attention maman gave him, and the breathless kind of adoration my sister was lavishing upon him. Any dude would expand under such attention, and Lucien was no exception.
Mom seemed to ease up some, too, and dad was well on the way to getting smashed, but handling it just fine. I saw Claire jump up to serve Lucien some more bisque, leaning over his shoulder to do so, and I knew she was giving him a rub with her firm little tit, by the expression on his face. He could have been getting some delicate knee brushings from maman under the table, too. Our women were setting up Mr. Labas, and doing a good job of it. I kind of envied him for what he was going to get from them both.
Of course, the main thing was mom and dad, and by mutual consent we let them slip off into the living room alone, to discuss their problem.
Maman pressed more wine upon Lucien, and Claire asked him questions about mod music; surprisingly, he knew a lot about it. Quietly, I drifted away from the table and down the hallway toward my own room, leaving our guest to the debauched mercies of my grandmother and kid sister. I was much more interested in what was going on between my mother and father.
So I tippy toed down the hall and listened at the far end of the living room, at the door which led off into the master bedroom. I heard his low voice rumbling, and mom's surprised gasp. I don't know what he was saying to her just then, but it must have shocked the hell out of her. Her feet slammed against the floor and she came boiling around the door to bang into me.
"J-Johnny-what-"
"Take it easy, mom," I said. "Give him a chance."
"You don't know what your father-what he-or maybe you do. John Wilson, do you know that your father is carrying on an affair with-with my own mother?"
I had both hands on her upper arms. They felt warm and smooth. "Yes," I said, figuring he hadn't gotten around to telling her everything yet. "So what's wrong with that? I mean, if you and Lucien can swing, why not dad and maman? But that's not why they did it, to get back at you. They dig each other, and the sex they share."
Her eyes were wide and her red mouth open. "You're only-only fourteen years old, Johnny. How can you-"
I took a deep breath and said, "I'm no cherry now, mom. I know just about all there is to know about sex. I know because-well, because maman taught me."
I swear that her face went white, and she swayed against me. Her mouth worked, but no words came out, and I don't know what the hell I would have done with her just then, but dad came up behind her and took her arms from the back.
"Into your room," he said, pushing her, and I got the door open, then closed behind us as he shoved her down onto the bed. Glaring down at mom, he said, "Desiree, don't be a complete ass. Yes, your husband and your son have been screwing your mother, and we'll continue to do so.
Mom's eyes were kind of wild, and she said between clenched teeth: "I-I can't take hold of all this. I don't believe it. You, Johnny-and oh! What about my little daughter? What about little Claire?"
He moved to the bed and stood over her. "Claire is a marvelous, sexy piece of ass. Johnny and I can both swear to that."
I thought she was going to faint. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she put her hand to her mouth and rocked weakly. Then dad must have seen what he did, the scream gathering in her throat, because he threw himself on her and clamped a big hand over her mouth.
"Don't yell, Desiree. Damn you, don't try to scream. If you do, I'll just have to knock hell out of Lucien when he comes busting in here."
She wasn't listening. She pulled at his hand and kicked, struggling with dad, fighting him. I just stood there helplessly, not knowing what to do, upset because things didn't seem to be working out the way we had hoped. But dad was pissed, and determined to show her he had changed completely, and I guess he was remembering his promise to me, too.
"Johnny," he rasped. "Get her legs."
"Her legs?" I asked stupidly.
"Yeah." He ripped away at her blouse, and the whole damned thing tore apart. Her big breasts sprang out, still fettered by her bra, but dad soon fixed that. He jerked that into pieces, too, still holding one hand locked across her straining mouth.
I just stared at those glorious tits, at the soft, round shape of them jiggling and bouncing in pale enticement, at their dark ruby nipples so big and delicious looking. Then I realized what he had in mind. One or both of us would fuck my mother, whether she liked it or not. It was going to be a rape.
So I wedged myself between her knees and hooked my thumbs into the top of her slacks. She was kicking so hard that it was a rough job getting them down over her arching hips, but I managed. She was clawing at dad and he had to hunch his face away from her nails, which gave me a chance to snatch down her nylon panties.
Damn! I almost creamed all over myself just at the first sight of my mother's glorious pussy, that close up. Man, did she have hair on it! It was black and fluffy and hung down two or three inches from her pouting mound, completely hiding the lips of her cunt.
There was also a delicate scattering of hair along the insides of her maturely rounded thighs, and more of the appealing fur that marched up from the abundant richness of her cunt to her dimpled belly button. So much intriguing hair, and it looked impossibly soft, the color of midnight, glistening black, beckoning black; I wanted to bury my face in it.
But mom heaved, and dad had to use both arms to hold her down. He hissed it at me: "Go ahead, boy-go ahead! Get it into her, shove it right on into that pussy you've always dreamed about. Put your big prick into your mother's hot cunt, drive it all the way to the balls!"
I shuddered, wanting it so badly, but I hesitated. "Dad-what about him, about Lucien?"
He wrapped one arm around her waist, pinning her arms behind her back, holding that massive hand over her mouth so that she could only pant through her nostrils and roll her eyes wildly. "Him? Damn it, Desiree, hold still! Lucien is probably being well taken care of by Terese and Claire by now-if he isn't some kind of fool. Go ahead, Johnny."
I trembled out of my pants and dropped them. Mom was squirming so fiercely that I didn't dare take time to pull them completely off. I was there between her polished, ripe thighs, turning my hip to keep her from getting her legs closed, and as my prick leaped out hard and throbbing into my hand, I kept staring down at that profusely -haired pussy, fascinated by its shape and furriness, by the sweet fragrance that was rising from its hidden lips.
But rape my mother, fuck her when she didn't want it, force her to screw me? I bit my lips, and somehow, as if it had a life of its own, my swollen cockhead pushed out, reached forward so that it could nestle its blunt and sticky tip into the wealth of that lavish hair. Once it touched those long, silken strands, I couldn't hold off any longer. A hot surge of need drove through me, and my prick jerked madly at this initial contact with the pussy I now realized that I craved and worshipped more than any other in the world.
Her belly lurched and she tried to wiggle back from the touch of my aching knob, but dad held her down, and now I put one hand upon her smooth, warm belly to help, to pin her quaking cheeks to the bed. Mom lifted her knees and flipped her legs around, trying to keep me from getting into that steaming, beautiful snatch, but it was too late to stop me.
"Fuck her," dad chanted, "cram that long cock into that hot cunt and fuck her as hard and as deep as you want to, boy. Get it into her, get it in!"
So I shoved, guided my hungry cockhead with my fingers, pushing the top into the marvelously thrilling wetness, down and down through the enchanted forest of that long, black hair until it found the palpitating lips of her forbidden cunt. My ass cheeks jerked then, squeezed together as I felt that impossibly stimulating slickness and the utter softness of her labia. This was the pussy; this was my deepest, darkest wish, to slide my hard prick into this special, precious hole and to know its wet caress.
"Arrghh!" my mother moaned through dad's fingers, and I saw her white belly ripple in supplication. Then the end of my bulb pressed between those rubbery, giving lips, and with a desperate, burrowing lunge, I forced the entire head inside them.
Spasms wracked my taut body as I experienced the full sweetness of her pussy, as my expanded cockhead slid greasily and strongly into the magic depths of her sizzling pussy. The walls of my mother's tremulous vagina closed around my shaft, slippery velvet, buttered silks, and there was a pulsing richness within her body, a superb lushness that closed in my stiff prick and welcomed it home.
Oh damn, damn! I almost shot my load right then, she was so ripely hot, so generously oiled inside. Mother's cunt was a priceless treasure, a swivelling, satin-lined sheath that fitted my buried cock with ultimate perfection, and with one more lunge, I buried my massive prick to the balls within its blazing clasp.
My balls came to rest within the thick wool of her crack; my pubic hairs snuggled down into her mossy forest, and my sweaty belly kissed her fevered skin. It was so wonderful that I thought I just couldn't breathe, that my entire body was about to shatter and fly off into space in hotly ejaculating little pieces.
I felt mom shudder deep within her body, a motion that flexed her encompassing pussy, that made it play little hidden fingers of juicy flesh around my embedded prick. I pushed some more, even though I was inside her to the hilt, but I had to slide her ass back on the bed so I could be more comfortable upon her, so that I might fuck this unbelievable pussy as it should be fucked.
Dad helped me by tugging on her waist, and together we shoved mom farther up on the bed so that I could get up there with her. I wouldn't have taken my prick out of that twitching cunt if my life depended upon it. I wanted to keep it there forever, to luxuriate in the vivid sensations it was creating along my entire shaft. She fell quiet then, her big, solid tits heaving up and down as she struggled for air, those dark, long nipples hardening and bobbing.
I worked both hands around so I could hold the cheeks of her ass, and they were spongy, sleek within my palms, against my fingertips; they were gorgeously rounded and so full, so giving and resilient. Her thighs were smooth against my hips, heated and elegant as I watched my prick back slowly out of the clinging grip of that opulent pussy. I could see the inflamed lips curling around my meat, see the cunt juices glistening along its veined length, and with a choked noise, I plunged it deeply again, rammed it to the bottom and felt the cockhead come up against her womb.
My mother shuddered again, as if some mighty engine was turning over in her belly, as if she had no control over its throbbing power. Her gorgeous pussy pulled upon my cock, its lining vibrant and caressing as the head of my iron-hard prick slid back and forth, as my massive shaft fondled her clitoris with each lingering stroke.
Dad said, "Damn!" and jerked his hand away from her mouth. But she didn't scream; she gasped for air and gave a twisting wrench of her pelvis that corkscrewed my shaft deeply inside her hole.
"G-Greg," she panted, her eyes closed and the lashes lying like rain clouds against the pale cheeks, "Greg, you bastard-get out of here. Please-get the hell out of here and leave us alone!"
He let her go, his bitten hand stuck in his mouth, his eyes excited and understanding at once, flicking down to where her pelvis was going ticktock against my buried cock, up at my flushed and intent face. "Okay, Desiree; this time."
Dad patted me on the naked ass when he went, and closed the door softly behind him. We were left alone, my mother and me, my joint locked into the slippery, provoking depths of her socket. Her eyes stayed closed, but her mouth was warm and spicy, breathing gustily up into my face.
"You-you were raping me," she murmured. "Your father was helping you to rape your own mother. And-oohh! What a prick you have, Johnny-oh, what a prick!"
I was stunned, not moving, just braced there between her lovely legs, my hard' cock stilled within her steaming pussy, holding to the modeled cheeks of her perfect ass.
"Well," she cried, "go ahead! Fuck me, Johnny Wilson-move that gigantic prick inside your mother's pussy and fuck me, fuck me!"
She rocked back on her shoulders and her arms slipped around my neck, pulling me down fiercely against the bouncy hills of her large breasts, reaching her hot mouth up to find my own. Her tongue raked wetly between my startled lips, across my teeth and the roof of my mouth.
It was slithering over my tongue, seeking and probing, and before I could even respond, she had sucked mine far back into her mouth, pulling hard upon it, trying to get it right down her throat. Down below, her hips rocked and she arched her back, bringing her beautiful legs up and up, until she could lock them across the small of my back.
With a grinding hunch, she wheeled her crotch into mine, straining hungrily to me, dragging her pussy back until only the flared edges of my cockhead were held within the grip of her hot labia. Then she drove it up at me, riding the length of my prick to its full length, and her damp cleft slapped against the dangling sack of my balls.
Man, oh man; I thought I had been fucked before, but it had been nothing like this, not even remotely close to this furious, convulsing kind of savage screwing. My prick bucked and turned as she raked the pulsing, suctioning sheath of her cunt over it, as she clamped and twisted and pulled, and all of it inside that lascivious, treasured cunt I had yearned for all my life.
"You-you darling boy!" she gasped. "Such a cock on my son, oh baby, baby-shove it to me, put all that wonderful meat to your mother, darling-ahh-fuck meahh, screw me-oh, oh, oh! I-I'm coming, coming, Johnny!"
I matched her stroke for driving, pistoning stroke, sledging my cockhead to the bottom with every lunge, axing it up inside that glorious, rippling pussy. It shut down on my prick, squeezed it, and I felt my own orgasm climbing swiftly behind my knees.
She bit my lips and clawed at the cheeks of my ass. Her legs twined around me like smooth serpents, trying to cram my prick impossibly deeper into her pitching body, turning her ass into a spiral that turned her boiling pussy into a tender vise. I stiffened out, digging my fingers into her resilient ass, churning my cock powerfully into that magic cunt.
Then it came pouring out of me, roaring out through the flexing head of my ecstatic prick, bubbling and leaping in a mad rapture as my balls flexed and strained to pump more semen. The thick syrup jetted far up inside my mother's receptive cunt, dousing her shivering vaginal walls with the slippery, greasy stuff, inundating her cervix and backing up like rich soup against the base of my thick shaft.
My head spun off somewhere, but the rest of me kept right on working. I continued to pump my pole into her buttery pussy, into that soapy, voluptuous snatch that was the most sensuous in the world, in the whole damned universe. Fucking her, sliding my shaft in and out of the loving grasp of her vagina, fondling the stilled cheeks of her shapely ass and reveling in the warm feel of her thighs, I screwed mom steadily.
Her legs slid down from my back, and she brought her thighs closer, forcing her clit to rub more against the length of my cock as it worked automatically, steadily within her body. My cunt, my pussy, I thought wildly; I had come from this pussy; it had been fucked a million times by my lucky father, and now I was fucking it, too; now I was rodding my swollen meat into her and making her come.
She trembled at my thrusts, her soft hands fluttering up and down my back now, moving from the sensitive nape of my neck all the way down my spine to linger in the crack of my moving ass. Her cunt had turned even richer with my semen inside it; her pussy was even hotter and slicker, and I rolled my belly against hers, loving the feel of her hair there, adoring the touch of more hairs inside her ripe thighs.
The moss of her mound was dripping now, turned sticky with the seepage of my come and her own inner lubrication. I kept sticking it to her, nuzzling my face down into the dusky valley of her magnificent breasts. Mom touched my head with her hands, and turned so that she could feed one stiff and throbbing nipple into my hungry mouth.
She tasted of wildfire, of ineffable sweetness, of musk and honey and warm bedsheets; she was flavored by warm, sweaty flesh and her own special perfume, and I wanted to swallow her right down. I licked that nipple like a starving puppy at a faucet of hot milk; I sucked on it and rolled it between my teeth, then dipped in my cheeks so that they could sample it, also.
And all the time, my prick was slipping in and pulling back out, pumping slowly and tenderly into the wet gloving of her oily notch. I needed to crawl right on up inside it, wanted to force my balls in behind my cock, then my knees, so I just let myself slip into that dripping darkness and have it close forever lovingly over me.
We fucked with easy rhythm, taking more time, being very good to each other.
When she came again, it wasn't in an insane frenzy, but with a warm flowing completeness that vibrated her clit against my pole and made her pussy hold lingeringly to the cockhead. I came a few strokes behind her, letting my semen kind of purl out in a slow, seeping rapture, dripping it inside the flooded cave of her cunt in easy globules.
Maybe I sagged on top of her; I don't exactly remember. But I know it was like being rocked in a cradle, or on a ship, all cozy and perfect. When my eyes came open again, we were lying side by side; my prick was bent in the middle, and she had it captive within her hand, playing her fingers over its sticky head. Mom's tits were against my chest, and the scent of her midnight hair was in my nostrils.
"Darling," she breathed, "oh, Johnny. That was the best, the most complete, the ultimate fuck I have ever had. I have never felt so loved, so needed. And to think that it came from my own son, from this boy I have always adored. How blind I've been, how stupid. To think that this glorious young prick was hidden from me all this time."
"Mom, oh, mom," I whispered. "Oh, I've always wanted to get into your beautiful pussy. I've dreamed of it over and over, but none of my dreams could show me how it really is. You're beautiful and wonderful and the sexiest ever. Now you're truly mine, and I need to keep fucking you, to love every inch of your lovely body with every inch of mine. And I will, I will."
"Of course you will," she murmured, and there were only the two of us.
CHAPTER 13
There were a lot of things that went on after dad helped me to rape my mother, very interesting combinations with Lucien Labas, my grandmother and my sister; my dad wasn't left out, either. But before I get into that detail, let me tell you about mom and me, and all we discovered about ourselves.
They left us alone completely that first night, and they were wise to allow us to be together like that, before mom got brought into the group. I mean, I was so wrapped up in her, in the wild fulfillment of my craziest dreams, that I didn't want anyone else. I just wanted to be with her, to explore all the nooks and crannies of her vibrant body, to know intimately the flavor of her skin and the taste of her secret hot juices.
As we lay there on the bed, whenever our skin touched, I tingled, unable to believe my great luck, knowing that I had turned my mother on as much as she'd done me. I was proud of my strength and youth, and prouder yet of the size of my cock, because I could pack that sudsy, clinging cunt with my overgrown meat and make mom squirm with ecstasy upon it.
She said then, "And you always wanted to screw me, Johnny-ever since you were big enough to know what it was all about?"
"Yes," I answered. "And I was so damned jealous of dad, because he could have your beautiful legs around him every night. But I guess I was even more jealous of Lucien. He was getting something I could never have, and I hated him for it. I wanted you for myself."
She pursed her lips, her eyes dreamy and half closed. "Your father was, too-jealous, I mean. But our sex life just wasn't getting anywhere, and Lucien is always eager. When Greg found out about us, I offered to stay on, anyway, to keep the home together. But he couldn't see sharing me with another man. Now he helps my son rape me. My mother must be a magician to change him like that."
I stared close up at her nipple, dark and tasty, at the high mounding of her wonderful tit. "She is, sort of. Maman got us all doing things that we never had the nerve to try. You ought to see dad and Claire screw; they really love each other."
Mom's nipple trembled as she took a deep breath. "Does he-does he go down on her? He never did that to me; it took Lucien to teach me how fantastic oral love can be."
"They eat each other, and maman, too. I started Claire on that before dad took her cherry; my cock was too big, at first. She's a lot like both of you, you and maman; my kid sister really digs sex, in every way."
Her face turned slowly to mine, and her eyes were soft. "You went down on Claire, and maman? Well, darling-it seems you've grown up suddenly, and I'm very glad."
I said, "I want to eat you, mother," and didn't wait for her answer. Shaking with excitement, I kissed her lush mouth and was rewarded by the wet caress of her tongue. Sliding down, I paid delicious homage to her gorgeous tits, pressing my hot face between them, rubbing my lips and cheeks over their quivering mounds, then sucking gently upon each nipple in turn.
She stroked my hair as I moved down farther and nibbled at the sweet flesh along her ribs, as I passed my mouth up under her arm and laved the shaven armpit with my hungry tongue. Mom was squirming then, little quakes moving through her warm flesh, and I could hear her breathing faster.
My hands passed over her hips, feeling their outline, feeling the soft shape of them, the firm flesh beneath the tightly stretched skin. I licked slowly and teasingly down her belly, enjoying the way she flinched and gasped when I nipped her skin, when I thrust my tongue into her hairy bellybutton and used it like a miniature prick there.
Man, I adored how hairy she was, partying my face along the silken curls, lapping them as I trailed them down to the thicker nest of her pubic mound. But after snugging my cheek into that warm, pulsing vulva, I moved to one side and chewed daintily into the luxuriously soft flesh of her inner thigh, just where it joined the hip. Playing my avid tongue up and down the delectable crease, I made her wiggle in a mounting frenzy of desire.
Only then did I work, my mouth over to that thickly -haired bush, burrowing my face between my mother's wonderful legs to draw in the musky attar of her sublime womanhood. Deftly, my tongue flicked down, parting the humid hairs and searching through them to find the dewy cunt lips. They tasted great, flavored with lovely secrets and a sultry passion, and I drew my tongue up and down them as mom began to roll her ass in slow, eager arcs.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I slammed my tongue into those wet and slippery lips, shoving it as deep as it could go, and feeling around inside her precious vagina. It wasn't enough; thrilled at the hot juices, by the soapy velvets, I pressed my mouth hard against mom's labia, moving my head from side to side and working my lips into the pouting, rubbery softness.
She understood my urgent need to burrow into her magic pussy, and spread her thighs very wide as she arched her back and lifted it to my seeking mouth. I drank of my mother's feverish cunt juices, swallowed them down and lapped furiously for more and more. Moaning in happiness, I sucked upon her inner lining, pulling it into my teeth, then pushing it out with my tongue and pushing my nose into her steamy cleft, my chin into the caress of her hairy ass.
When I found the clitoris, my mother shuddered violently and surged her crotch against my face. My hands clung to the rounded cheeks of her modeled ass as she fucked my face, as my tongue curled adoringly around that vibrant little nubbin and teased it into a frantic bliss. Grinding her hairy snatch into my mouth, she bathed my cheeks and chin with her hot oils, gasping and moaning.
"D-darling-oh, my darling little Johnny! You're eating your mother's pussy, baby-you're licking inside your mother's cunt and sucking her clit. Johnny-my baby boy-eat me, eat your mom's pussy!"
Somehow, my fingers had strayed into the crack of her heaving ass, and one tip discovered the hot little hole centered there. She kind of bucked back against it as I sucked furiously upon her clit, and I worked it inside her ass.
My finger slid into her asshole, and she cried out sharply, but I hadn't hurt her because she rolled upon it, working that tight, sizzling tube around my knuckle. I lapped and tongued, chewed and swallowed, and she stroked that furry cunt rapidly against my mouth, pounding it against my teeth.
"I'm coming, you wonderful little bastard-oh, you're eating your mother's pussy and making her come-sweet-hot-boy!"
Her cunt lips kind of thundered into my mouth, and an additional flow of sweet, bubbling juices seeped along my tongue. Oh, how I loved her cunt, how I worshipped its hotly fragrant depths and the silken fondling of its inner sheathing! I adored her pussy, and tried to suck its entire wondrous hole down into my throat.
When at last I eased up, I know she had come at least twice more, that tremendously exciting cunt rippling and twisting as she reached deeply moving orgasms. She was sweating, her skin slidy with her golden dampness, but she wasn't ready to quit. My mother never gets enough, no more than maman and my sister do. These women were born to fuck, and love to stay busy living up to their birthright.
Kissing my way back up her belly, I reached her bountiful tits to rest my face there. She moved a hand between our bodies and took hold of my aching cock, to slip it into that well-lubricated cunt I had just eaten so hungrily. It fitted beautifully there, parting the lining just so, her walls closing sweetly around my cockhead.
"That fantastic young prick," she breathed against my mouth. "It's so much bigger than your father's cock, so much larger than Lucien's, too. It fills up my pussy, Johnny; it packs me completely with your adorable meat, and I'll never be happy without it again."
I kissed her lips. "You can have all you want, mother-all of my prick you need. I love you so; I love your wonderful tits and your lovely legs and your gorgeous ass, but most of all, I love your perfect cunt."
"Fuck me for a little while," she said, her hot eyes locked with my own, her crotch grinding sensuously as I stroked my cock into her juicy hole. "Let me feel your prick for a little while until I come again. Then I want it another way, darling."
"Anything you say, mom," I answered, and screwed her with slow, deep strokes, feeling her womb bounce, moving my finger back into the tight clenching of her ass and wiggling it inside her there.
We made it together. My mother humped wildly upon my surging prick and bit my throat as she came, and I drove my meat home with a final twist that made the cockhead flex and shoot its greasy load of semen far up into her throbbing cunt. It was another heavy ejaculation, one that drenched her vaginal walls with my come and gathered around the hilt of my cock where her pussy lips were wrapped lovingly around it.
I wanted to rest on her for a few moments, to bury my face between those high, big breasts, but she gave a flip of her well-trained ass and snapped my still dripping prick out into the air. Tugging at my shoulders, my mother urged me up her warm body.
I drew my knees up, took my prick in one hand and placed it between her beguiling tits. Mom used her own hands to press them together so I could titty-fuck her, so I could slide my greasy cockhead back and forth in their tender, round grip.
Her eyes were hotly admiring my prick as it slid closer and closer to her throat, and I saw her lick her damp lips with a darting red tongue. Little warm prickles ran up and down my back as I realized that she wanted to eat me, that my mom was about to give me head. I touched the knob to her chin, and she smiled, then tilted her head and thrust it down between my thighs, into my crotch.
Bypassing my shaft, mom concentrated her attention upon my balls, and at the tight little cord that ran back to my asshole. She chewed me gently there, nuzzling her lovely face into my crotch behind my balls, touching me with the wet tip of her tongue. When she pulled one of my balls into her mouth, I jerked all over and the head of my prick gave a quick leap.
She worked up my shaft very slowly, fondling my ass with her hands, moving them between my thighs to caress my balls, my pelvis, my sweating belly. Her mouth nipped at the underside of my cock, and she rubbed her cheek along it. I swear I could feel every vein, and every inch of that sensitive skin thrummed like a drumhead. When her hot, wet tongue flicked under my knob, I reached down and took her head between my hands.
She opened her mouth and I watched her bumpy tongue feel around my cockhead, saw it lick over the tip and catch a drop of the seeping fluid that had gathered there. It was still greasy from fucking her, but she didn't seem to mind, and I thought that mom was actually getting to taste the flavor of her own pussy, too.
Her lips spread wide and closed over the end of my rigid prick. It was like an electric shock hit me in the ass, and I quivered all over. She ran her tongue furiously over my cockhead and delved it into the slit, bobbing her head back and forth as I sat upon her tits, as my balls lay heavily against her chin. I felt it slide over the curve of her mouth and across her sharp little teeth. I felt her inner cheeks dip in and out, and she forced my shaft back so that the head was prodding her velvet throat.
Mom groaned around my hard meat, and I just hung on, working my fingers into the wealth of her thick hair, digging the suction she was building up upon my prick. Maybe she had never gone down on my father, but her lover had certainly taught her how to eat cock, or else she was a natural born prick sucker, because she really gave herself over to it.
Adoring my sensitive cockhead with her tongue, with her lips, she siphoned upon it, and I fed her the meat, easing it back and forth inside her devouring mouth, fucking her mouth with an intense rapture that was drawing my asshole tight and flashing shivers up and down my spine.
"Take it all, mom," I hissed down at her contorted face between my knees. "Eat my prick, mother-take it down your throat. I'm fucking you in the mouth, you beautiful, bitchy mother-and-and you love it, don't you?"
She moaned an answer while her tongue never stopped its frenzy, curling over the flanges of my knob, poking into the greasy slit, racing up and down the shaft. I pulled her up and down on my cock, poked it far back into her throat and drew it out to the hungry rim of her teeth, then repeated the movements, rolling my pelvis as I did so, giving her all the prick she could possibly handle.
"Uuuhhh!" I grunted as the spasm hit me. Burying my cock into her mouth as far as I could get it, I pumped a stream of thick and creamy semen into my mom's throat. It boiled out in a stream of rich bubbles that jetted down that throat as she gulped and swallowed.
My head reeling, I swayed on top of her, but she caught my waist and held me close, keeping my jerking prick locked with the grip of her lips, pulling and sucking until she had drained every slippery drop of come from the head. Even then, she didn't want to let me go, but kept running that active tongue all over my knob, up and down the flexing shaft.
When she released me, I kind of sagged off to one side and collapsed. She turned her face to mine and caught my head in her hands. Her mouth was wet and steamy and tasted musky as she gave me a sample of my own semen, as she slid her buttery tongue over mine.
Eventually, we broke for air, and mom said thoughtfully, "You know, I'd like to keep you for my very own, as my super special lover, because that's what you are, darling. And it's not only the size of your prick, it's also because you're my son, and nobody else can ever have this sort of relationship with you. But I'm beginning to understand what you and your father meant about sharing. Just as you were going inside my mouth, I found myself thinking how marvelous it would be to have my two men in me at the same time-or my three men, although I don't know exactly how I would work that."
"Yes," I said. "It's like when dad and I swing with Claire, or with maman. All four of us have made it together, you know, and it's terrific. But I'd like it to be dad and me, the first time."
"Imagine," she murmured, "my husband and my son, with dear, horny Lucien waiting in the wings. Do you suppose we could arrange it so I could take on all three of you, one after the other?"
"Here in maman's house, anything can be arranged," I answered. "She says that whatever anybody wants is right, so long as that doesn't hurt anyone else. I'm kind of anxious to watch dad fuck you, too, and to see how Lucien puts it to my beautiful mother. Wow; I can just imagine what that will do to Claire; she'll go ape when she watches you screw all of us."
Softly, mother asked, "And she'll join in?"
"With maman," I promised. "Three guys and three women; there are a lot of things we can do together, a lot of ways to turn each other on."
"I'll bet," she whispered dreamily, "I'll just bet."
CHAPTER 14
We didn't come out of our room until late the next morning, and only after we had fucked each other in the shower. Putting the meat to mom like that was a great way to start the day, and we held hands as we went down the hallway and joined the others in the kitchen. I guess mom had sort of been dreading that first meeting, because she hung onto me and her face was pink.
But dad calmed her immediately by going to her and giving her a long, deep kiss. I saw Lucien's face then, and it looked kind of worn, as if he had been through a long, draining night; he was a little edgy, too, like any guy would be who had walked into a far-out love nest where he had been seduced by both his girlfriend's mother and her daughter.
"Lucien," mom said when she had recovered her composure, "I hope you had as nice a night as I did."
"Y-yeah," he said quickly, "it was pretty special. Desiree, do you think this is-"
"I do," she said emphatically, sitting down at the table and crossing her legs. "I think it's wise and wonderful, and maman-I thank you, from the bottom of my heart."
"Oh mom," Claire said, and ran to kiss her. "Welcome home."
Lucien sipped his coffee. "I don't really understand, I suppose. Last night, after you slipped away, I thought you were going back to Greg, and accepted Terese's offer of her bed. But then I discovered that Greg was screwing his own daughter, and that my bride-to-be was making it with her son. Then, after little Claire came to me, so fresh and so tight-"
Maman laughed, tossing back her head. "So you do not look a gift horse in the mouth, hein? Between the legs, perhaps-depending on its sex, naturally, but you do not turn down a present of such richness. As you didn't, Lucien."
Dad said, "I was wrong to get uptight about you and my wife, Lucien. As maman says, there's enough pussy there for both of us."
"For all of us," I corrected, and everyone laughed, breaking the tension.
Breakfast went smoothly, and ended with cafe royal. Lucien smoked a little cigar, and I could see that he was still a little puzzled, turning over this new and sensuous situation in his mind. But he was no fool; he realized that he would never run into anything better, and he kept looking over at my mother with warm interest.
It's a funny thing, I discovered; you can fuck one woman a hundred times or more, but when another man fucks her, you get a fresh view of her and become interested all over again. Maybe you wonder if he hit some spot in her body that you never reached, or if she'll react differently, now that she's ridden another hard prick.
The women cleaned up the dishes quickly, and shooed us out of the kitchen to whisper among themselves. We sat in the living room, and dad said, "Lucien, welcome to the family; we can work out the arrangements later, if you like, but right now let me say I'd like you to move right in with us, and sleep wherever you like."
Lucien nodded and looked over at me. "You screwed your mother? She has a truly beautiful cunt, hasn't she? I envy you, Johnny; you got something that few boys ever reach."
"Did you want to fuck your mother, too?" I asked.
"I did; I suppose all boys do, but too few ever accomplish it. Greg, I don't know what to say. I'm in love with your wife, but there's more to it than that-your daughter is delicious, and that Terese-"
"Magnificent," dad agreed. "Over the years, I think I eyed her as much as I did my daughter. Now I have her; now we have all three of them."
They came into the room one by one, without a stitch of clothes on. Maman and mother wore platform shoes, but Claire was barefoot. Maman paraded before us first, flashing the softly silver curls of her mound at us while we watched entranced, showing off the erect mounds of her smooth breasts, pirouetting like a fashion model, and displaying her long, sleek legs and the delicate shapings of her ass.
Claire followed as maman crossed to the bedroom, and I had almost forgotten how my sister could damned near stop a guy's heart when she was naked. Slim almost to the point of being skinny, she had an ethereal quality, a bloom of developing womanhood that was intriguing. She was so proud of her little tits, and swung her narrow hips in a sweetly sexy motion, giving us all a good look at the feathering of her tiny pussy. Then she joined maman in the other room.
Mother came to us slowly, a little bit uncertain, but with her blood racing because of what we had done the night before, and made herself ready for what she knew was coming. Cupping her big, solid boobs, she offered them to us.
The spirit of the thing got to her, and mom spun slowly to display her lovely, ripe body, to show her flesh in all its full shapeliness. That long, long hair drew all eyes to her pussy, so rich and black and deep, and its web of finer hairs spread to her navel, down the inner moldings of her spread thighs.
We stared after my mother as she sway-hipped after the others, stared at the compelling wriggle of her ass, the rhythm that fairly shouted sex. When she was gone, dad said quietly, "I guess they mean for us to follow them."
I stood up and started to undress, kicking off my low sneakers and peeling out of my tee shirt. Dad was doing much the same thing, but he was only wearing a beat-up robe and slippers, so he was naked before Lucien and I were. Lucien was kind of hesitant, still a little bit embarrassed, I guess, but he couldn't back out now. After seeing those three beautiful, bare-assed women, he couldn't.
He was darker than dad or myself, and his cock wasn't up all the way yet, but I'd guess it was about halfway in size between my father's and my own. Lucien cut a quick glance at my pole as it began to swell, and his eyes widened. I was proud of my meat, and fondled it in my fingers, showing off a bit. When we were stripped for action, dad led the way into maman's master bedroom, walking straight and tall, so that I was proud of him, too.
They were lying on the bed, side by side, their polished thighs touching, the different colored hairs of their fascinating mounds glistening, their tits pointing up. They were holding hands.
Mother was on this side of the bed, with my sister in the middle and my grandmother on the far side. They all looked so damned lovely and sensuous, all of them ready to be fucked openly, without shame and without any kind of hang-ups. It was truly a wonderful, stimulating sight, and my cock began a drumbeat inside its expanded head.
Mom said softly, "Me first; we decided that. With Lucien. Darling, you come over and fuck me a little, then move on to my little daughter here, then to my mother.
My husband will mount me next, and then my wonderful son. We'll just keep fucking like this, taking turns with each other. As soon as one of you men comes, he can either drop out and take a rest, or just keep going with the next pussy in line. Now, Lucien-come fuck me now."
His prick still wasn't full staff because he was nervous. Dad and I stood there and watched him intently as he crawled up on the bed and positioned himself between mother's thighs. Lucien had to feel her up a little, running both hands over her large tits and thumbing the stiff nipples, then caressing her hairy belly and the woolly forest of her pubic mound before he was really ready.
Lucien's cockhead was darker than either or ours, and more pointed; black hair covered his balls and grew thickly in his crotch. Mom played with those balls while we watched, and I heard dad's breath rasping in his throat. He was watching his wife, seeing another guy with her for the first time and identifying with the man, knowing exactly what Lucien's stiff prick would feel when it penetrated that mossy mound and slipped inside the velvet grasp of her wet cunt.
I was watching my mother and knowing the same feelings, turned on as I saw her reach up and bring Lucien's face to her own, as I saw her hips rolling easily and her furry crotch reach hungrily upward for the polished shaft of his now ready cock.
"Damn," my father whispered. "I never realized just how beautiful she is, how completely sexy. Look at how she's wiggling, all hot to get that stiff prick inside her juicy pussy."
Gulping, I squeezed down on my own aching rod and nodded, my eyes fastened to Lucien's cockhead as it prodded itself into that satin tangle of cunt hair, as it felt down through them to the wet lips that were waiting for it. I moved a step closer to the bed and kneeled there, my face near to her hip, determined to see every detail of my mother's fucking in stark clarity.
His cockhead, pointed and dark, slid inside her pink cunt lips, stretching them wider, forcing his solid meat up into the steamy cavern of her precious vagina. Mother quivered as his strong, rigid prick slipped home, as it reached far up into her pussy and nestled there, his balls against the lifted and shaggy crack of her ass. My mom had a cock locked deep within her body, and was rocking on it, moving up and down with a slow, intense passion, and I saw her knuckles whiten as she gripped my sister's small hand, as their thighs brushed in the movement of mom's screwing.
Lucien lifted his ass and drew most of his prick back out of that suctioning hole, then fed it deep again, thrusting hard and heavy into the clenching of that exquisite cunt.
"Darling," she purred to him, "oh Lucien, sweetheart-I love your prick. I love to wiggle on it like this, and like this when you ram it into my pussy. Ahh-oh yes-but you mustn't fuck me all the way, Lucien. There are others waiting for your sweet cock."
She pushed at him, making him back his prick reluctantly from the wet gripping of her bearded snatch. It came out shining with her inner lubrication, and he balanced himself upon his knees as he crawled over to stare down at my little sister's tiny cunt.
I stopped watching him then, too interested in my father and mother. He approached her as if he had never fucked her before, as if she were brand new and romantic. His thigh brushed my cheek as I kneeled there beside the bed and held my pulsing cock. I could smell the beguiling aroma of my mother's inflamed pussy as dad cupped it damply within his palm. His mouth dipped to taste one of her upright nipples, and she stroked his hair as he did so.
Then he was at her thighs, kneeing them wider, his prick seeming small compared to Lucien's and mine, but standing out thick and eager. "Desiree," he murmured, "I've never seen you more attractive, never more beautiful."
"Then fuck me, my husband," she said. "Slide your nice hard prick into me here, where Lucien just pulled out. He stirred me up for you, darling; he got me all juicy inside my pussy for you."
Dad didn't wait a second longer; gripping her ripe thighs with both hands, he reached down and in with his cockhead, nuzzling it through her deep hairs and straight into the slippery labia below. Both of them sighed as the length of his steely shaft entered her vagina, and he heaved fiercely, swiftly into it.
Enthralled, I watched them, seeing Lucien's naked body beyond them only as a blur as he fucked my kid sister, but I did notice her slim legs waving in the air as the man drove it home in her miniature snatch, forcing it deep. But my main attention was on the twisting forms of my mother and father. They were fucking hard and fast, and I knew that dad was going to get his gun in her, that he meant to come inside her familiar cunt before moving on to his daughter.
He deserved it, I thought; seeing his cock sledge in and out of her surging crotch, watching her reddened cunt lips suck at his driving shaft, I remembered that he had been without this great pussy for some time now, and that he had probably never been as turned on to it in the past.
"Desiree, Desiree-you have the sweetest, hottest cunt I know. It's so slick and tight, so wonderful-"
"I love your prick, too, darling," she panted, letting go my sister's hand so she could clench both cheeks of his bobbing ass. "Feed it to me, Greg-slam it home. Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
His ass trembled and I saw his balls leap upward as he pistoned his cock into her wriggling cunt. Gasping, he sought her mouth, and I saw his shaft throb as it sped the pressure of his balls up along it to explode from the head. Dad was pumping his hot come into my mother, into his wife, and she was responding by banging her pelvis savagely into his while she hissed love words against his teeth.
Dad finally broke the embrace, and his cockhead was leaking semen as he moved over to where his wife's lover had already left Claire with her legs open.
When I stood up shakily, I saw that maman had Lucien locked between her sleek legs, and that she was rocking back and forth while she cupped his balls in her hand, while she ran a fervent tongue around one of his hairy nipples. I thought then that Lucien would never make it past maman without blowing off; he had already been into two marvelous cunts, and this third one was even more eager, better trained. Maman would make him come.
Quickly, I climbed up between my mother's thighs and looked down at her sizzling pussy, at this enchanted nest of fluffy hair that surrounded the loveliest cunt lips in the world. Her pussy was on fire, turned on first by her lover, entered by her husband, and now she was hungry for her son's hard prick.
"Come on," she urged me. "Don't wait, Johnny-don't even play around. Shove that lovely cock on into my pussy while your father's semen is still bubbling inside me."
Oh wow; that was exactly what could turn me on the most, so I set the head of my throbbing prick into those slippery lips and shoved. It went easily into her, its path greased by the soapy stuff dad had jetted into her vagina. But her velvet walls clung to my cock anyway, fitting around it as no other pussy ever could. I axed it into her because she was in one of her fuck-me-hard moods, so I hammered my long, thick pole into her writhing body, pounding it deep and mean, making her come twice before I even slowed down. She was heaving her tits against my sweaty chest when I ground it far back up against her womb, and her head was rolling from side to side like a metronome.
Hypnotized by her, adoring her cunt with slow strokes of my prick, I still managed to think of my little sister there beside us, and turned my head to see her bumping her small crotch against dad's as she screwed him with all the fury of her tiny body. But I didn't imagine that our father would come into her now; he was older, and he had just fired a tremendous load of semen into our mother, so Claire was going to be cheated.
Lucien went: "Ahhh!" and let go inside maman's gulping, gyrating pussy as her legs clamped across his back and tried to pull him even deeper. I had been right; maman had pumped the juice from his balls. So if my kid sister was going to get some man liquid inside her compact snatch, it was up to me.
Regretfully, I backed my aching knob from the greasy clutch of my mother's steaming cunt and waited for a few long moments. Dad looked over at Lucien, and Lucien pulled out of maman to come around the bed weak-legged and stand ready next to my mother.
Dad worked over to maman, and she greeted him with a glad, erotic cry, grabbing his slippery shaft and guiding it into the wet oven of her just-fucked cunt.
"Johnny," my sister said softly, reaching for my own prick. "Oh Johnny, I've been waiting for you. Isn't mom tremendous? I don't see how any of you can make yourselves stop fucking her."
"You're tremendous, too," I said, letting her steer my knob into the almost hairless labia that had just released two different pricks. "You're just as beautiful, Claire, just as hot and sexy."
"Thanks," she said, "but I don't believe you. Fuck me anyhow, sweet brother."
"I saved my come for you," I whispered into her tiny ear as the swollen length of my turgid prick slid all the way into her narrow pussy, into her tight, hot little-girl cunt. Screwing Claire was different than putting it either to my mother or my grandmother; she was so young, so small and slim, and that hairless snatch of hers was avid for man meat.
She bucked against my rod, squirmed back along its length, then slid forward again with a series of little humpings, grinding her thin pelvis against mine, rubbing her flat belly close. I bent my head and nibbled at her budding tits, sucking a hard nipple between my teeth and worrying it with my curling tongue. I got a grip on the doll-like cheeks of her ass and plunged my shaft far up her shuddering pussy.
On my right, my mother's thigh rubbed against mine as she wiggled and hunched upon Lucien's driving pole; on my left, maman's foot nudged my shoulder as my dad pumped his shaft into her voracious cunt. It wasn't quite the same as two or three of us fucking the same woman, but it was close, bringing us together and turning me on, making me ravage the tender lining of my sister's sucking hole.
"C-coming again," she moaned. "Oh Johnny, I'm coming again, and it's wonderful-WONDERFUL!"
I matched her orgasm with my own, flexing my cockhead so that it sprayed a gush of rich semen throughout her tiny vagina, so that it hurled globs of come against her cervix and soaked the walls.
Sagging down upon her trembling body, I was aware of action going on around me, of mother crying out and Lucien grunting as he let go another load into her snatch. I heard dad panting as he fed the prick to my grandmother, and figured that the three of us-dad and Lucien and me-were about through for awhile, at least. Maybe I could have made it again with maman, or returned to my mom's gloriously stimulating pussy, but I thought I'd better save myself. There was a long night ahead for all of us.
When we broke apart one by one, there was no bashfulness, no downcast eyes. Everybody was up and glowing, eager to touch each other, to continue sharing the mutual love we had discovered. Maman played the hostess, going to the kitchen and bringing in a tray with iced glasses. There was whiskey for the others, strong wine for my sister and me. We sat around the bedroom naked, relaxing and sipping our drinks; Lucien lighted another small cigar.
"There are so many things to do," maman said, "so many byways for us to explore, each of them more exciting than the next, I think. Greg, Desiree-this is how it should be, how love must be, to make us all complete. Do you agree?"
"Oh yes, maman," mother said. "I want it to go on forever."
Dad said, "I thank you, Terese, for opening our eyes and minds."
Maman said, "Lucien?"
He waved his cigar. "I bow to your superior wisdom, madam. I can love Desiree even more, now that I know the love of her small daughter, and of her sensual mother."
"Children?"
Claire and I chorused happily.
"Then it is settled," maman smiled, holding up her glass. "To our menage then; may it last forever."
We drank, and I couldn't help wondering what was coming next, what my tricky grandmother had in mind for the rest of the night. The news wasn't long in coming.
"I will be directeur," she announced. "And I decide that since my daughter is the newcomer here, she will have the men to herself this time."
Mom blinked up at her. "All of them?"
"At once," maman said. "Claire and I will watch-at least until we become too aroused; then we will make love between ourselves. They are yours, Desiree. Make the most of them."
Mother was already lying on the bed, propped on one elbow and holding her glass. Her eyes flashed wickedly as she reached to set it upon the bedside table. "All right, lovers-come to me."
Dad moved like a robot, his eyes fixed upon her, waiting for this bitch goddess to instruct him as to his role with her. Mom motioned for him to lie down, then she got up to straddle him. "You first, darling. Just slip your cock into me here-ahh, yes, that's nice. Now, Lucien, if you'll climb up behind me and use your lovely rod where you like most-yes, yes, slide it into my ass, darling."
His knees were bent, both he and mom straddling my dad's supine body, and dad's prick was up her juicy cunt. She dipped her fingers along his greasy shaft and used the lubrication to reach back and oil the head of Lucien's cock, so he could work it up into her asshole.
A meat sandwich; she was being made into a meat sandwich, and my own prick jumped erect at the sight of Lucien slipping his long cock into my mother's twitching ass, at the vivid picture of my dad's shaft locked into her pussy. I saw their balls come together, brown hair mingling with black hair, and they had her pinned between them.
She turned her head my way, her mouth open and her lips so damply red, her tongue flicking over them. "Johnny-come to us; come over here, baby."
Carefully, I climbed onto the bed and hunched down, my feet on each side of my father's chest. Mom sat erect upon his cock, clamping the cheeks of her delectable ass tightly upon the other prick buried in her tube, and reached out to caress my balls, to use her fluttering fingers over my cockhead and guide it toward the waiting hot cave of her hungry mouth.
Putting my hands upon her head to balance myself, I gave her my prick, let her rake her soft, wet tongue over the bulging head and down along the rigid, veined shaft. With a deep sigh, she opened her mouth wide and I shoved it into her face. She had us all then, taking three stiff pricks into her body at one time, rocking gently upon those that were buried in her ass and her pussy, bobbing her mouth tenderly back and forth upon the one she was trying to get down her velvet throat.
Man, it was beautiful. I mean, there she was, giving all of us what we wanted and needed, taking all three of her lovers into herself, loving and being loved in a rhythmic tempo of pure lust.
I don't know who came first, and it doesn't matter. I know that my mother surged up and down, ground her lower body back and forth in a continuous circle of passion, giving and taking while she devoured my moving prick. We all held to her, Lucien with a grip on her ass, dad clinging to the big mounds of her tits, and me hanging onto her pumping head.
When I shot off, it was with a tremendous bomb that blew my come down her throat, that wet the roof of her pulling mouth and drowned her active tongue with semen. I had to get it away from her while she was still swallowing because I was in such a strained position, and didn't want to collapse on top of them. As I fell back, I heard dad groan and knew that he was spitting his juice up into her flexing pussy. I guess Lucien had already unloaded into the tightly fitting tube of her squirming ass, because he simply hung on and buried his face into the wealth of her hair.
It was all too much for me. The strength was gone from my legs and my cock hung down, dripping a little. I stumbled off the bed and almost stepped on maman and Claire, where they were doing a swinging sixty-nine on the floor. I went to piss then, and to sneak some more wine. My head was spinning, and I could picture myself working on mom, stretching her ass so I could get into it, since it was already broken in. I could imagine us all working on the women one at a time, sharing them as they shared each other, and the future was rosy.
Lucien was just hanging up the telephone when I passed through the living room, and I looked a question at him. He smiled widely. "I just called home," he said. "I have a younger sister, too."
We shook hands and walked back into maman's bedroom.
