"Sit your fucking ass down!" hollered Tom Benson. "No son of mine pulls that kind of shit on me!" He slammed his fist at the table. "Lemme tell you something, young man, if you think-"
But it was no good. Charley was up and across the living room. His father could hardly believe his eyes.
Vera lunged forward, tried to stop him. "Listen to your father, Chuck. Please. For my sake." She begged him to listen.
Charley jerked his arm from her hand. "No, Mom, it ain't right. I'm tired of his storming around drunk and thinking he knows it all." He looked back, glared at his father, and opened the door. "What you gonna do now, big man?" He sneered and walked out. He didn't bother to shut the door behind him.
"Big fucking deal," shouted Tom Benson after him. "So you can run away and leave the door open!" He stepped to the frame. "Does that make you a big shot Charley? Eh?" He kicked the door, and it swung shut with a loud crack. "Fucking teenage ass-hole."
In her bedroom at the rear of the house Tina Benson buried her head in a pillow. She'd heard the squabble before, countless times. It always ended the same way, with her brother and her father in a rampage, the house an emotional shambles. She waited for a moment of total silence. Then she tentatively pulled her head out from under the pillow. She knew by the quiet that everything would be OK, at least for a little while. She went back to applying her make-up in the desk mirror.
"Lemme tell you something, Vera," said Tom in a much more reasonable voice, "that son of ours has got another thing coming if he thinks he can parade around here like Prince Charming and then give me a lot of bull."
"It wasn't all his fault," said Vera. She stepped away from the living room window. On her way to the table she retied her terry cloth robe. Still, much of her lovely shape could be been. The long V where the robe hung loose around her pendular breasts framed a sensuous portrait of mellow and soft flesh. When she leaned forward to pour herself coffee, Tom slid a hand onto her chest. "You still love me?" he asked with her tit cupped in his squeezing plam.
She looked down at his red face. The alcohol he drank had caused large veins to appear on his bulbous nose. His eyes looked slightly jaundiced, bloodshot and tired. He had a days growth of beard because he never shaved between Friday morning and Monday morning and it was, that night, Friday. There were cardboard gray sweat stains in his tattered white t-shirt, at the pits, on his chest. She could see the hairs underneath. He was asking her if she still loved him.
"You know," said Vera, taking hold of him by the wrist, pulling her boob out of his hold, "sometimes you make it hard for me."
In one quick move he grabbed the lapels of her terry cloth robe, and what once had been an open portal to the smooth skin of Vera's chest became the thing by which her husband nearly strangled her. He yanked her down into his face, close so that she could smell his breath, count the veins in his eyeballs. "You suck me off just to prove you love me, honey, and everything will be just fine."
He used his free hand to grab her by the nape of the neck. When he had a good hold he pushed her down to the floor.
She knew how to get onto her knees without hurting herself, the way he would like it. She waited for him to get his pants down. He didn't trust her, so it took time for him to both hold her by the neck and to pull his trousers off, too. But a minute later he had her face in his lap and his limp pecker ready.
"OK, " he ordered her, "go to it, Vera. You prove who's side you're on." He used both hands to hold her by the side of the face. "Come on," he said, pulling her brutally towards his prick, "get licking, honey. I haven't got all night."
She looked up at him and wondered if he knew how far gone he was. His pecker was so soft and he had had so much to drink that she wondered if he could even get an erection, let alone enjoy a blow job. But she knew that if she didn't get down on him there would be hell to pay.
"OK, Tom," she said. "I'm going to do it but-"
"You're God damn straight you're going to do it." He threw his head back-without letting go of hers-and cackled: "Fucking-a right you're going to do it!" His teeth were yellow and his laugh sounded ugly and vicious. When he looked back down at his lovely wife she was wetting her lips. "That's right, honey," he said. "I want it nice and juicy."
She looked up, smiled as best she could, and then opened her mouth. Had she told the truth, it would have been that she really did love him, but that she didn't like to be treated like an animal. But even so, the chance to suck his cock gave her a thrill. So she leaned into his nut nest and began licking. She used her long tongue on his open loins. She kissed the hairy insides of his thighs and he pressed her up against his dick.
"Come on, honey," grunted Tom, "get down into it."
She blushed, just from the feel of his long cock against her face, and tried as best she could to give it a good licking. He pulled her face back so that she could get at his still limp joint with her mouth. She finally had him slipping in and out of her open lips.
"Yeah, babe," he moaned. "Now you got the idea. Lick that dick of mine."
She used her tongue to wrap his hot cock with wet saliva. Soon his entire joint was wet and shiny. "You're getting hard," she said, letting his phallus fall out of her mouth.
"Don't bother with the commentary," he told her. "Just get me sucked up."
"Yes, Tom," she said obediently. Her pretty face was getting heated, blushing, because if he was mean to her, she loved to have hot prick to play with. She lifted her hands and supported the long pecker. He was not yet hard, but it looked like he soon would be.
She braced his flesh stick with one small fist. Her smooth palm rubbed against the slippery flesh of his joint. "It's going to be nice," she muttered between his legs. "It's going to be good and hard."
"You bet your fucking life it is," he said. He began to weaken. His hands wandered along the curve of her head, down through her silky sandy blonde hair. "Vera," he said, "I'm sorry if I was especially cruel to you." He combed her hair with his fingers and stopped at her smooth shoulders. Both hands held her there. "That's all right," she said, licking his pole one more time. "I understand."
"It's just that Charley really gets me mad sometimes," he confessed.
She gave his mushroom head a kiss with her puckered lips. "I know," she sighed. "It's such a shame that my two favorite men have to fight like that." She slid her hands up and under his buttocks.
Tom lifted himself off the kitchen chair. Vera's smooth palms landed under his ass cheeks. She now held him from underneath and his cock rested between her lips. He was firming up.
She used her tongue to lick the underside of his meat. "It's so soft and hot under here," she told him. One long lick ended at the head of his red joint. There she coiled her tongue around the ridge of the mushroom head.
"Oh, Vera, honey," he grunted, "that's nice header, babe." His hands squeezed her shoulders. He reached one hand down into her smooth chest. With hungry fingers he toured her large left breast. He searched for her nipple, found the erect flesh bud, tweaked it and moaned: "Mmmmmm."
"Yes, honey," she said, taking one hand out from under his ass and applying the agile, smooth fingers to his cock shaft so that she could support his prick while she spoke, "you have a nice firm pecker for me to suck on, don't you?"
"Is it getting firm?" he asked softly. Then he looked down. He was sobering up. "My," he said, "I didn't realize I was getting so hard. You like that, eh?"
"You bet I do," she said, livening up to her husband's hot meat. "It means you love me."
"Yes," he said, "it sure does." He looked from side to side wondering if anyone could hear him say such a thing: "I love you, Vera."
She was busily sucking his blooming hog into her face. She rubbed her lips back and forth across the sensitive head of his meat. The hand which she'd left behind under his ass cheeks began to work at the groove in his ass. She kneaded the hairy buttocks, and then she worked a finger into his bunghole. She stuffed a knuckle's worth of flesh up into his shit tube.
"Uuuuhhh," he groaned as Vera sucked his cock and reamed his ass-hole. Her free hand rolled his testicles, too. "Mmmmmm," she hummed on his rod. "Yum, yum, yum." She literally nibbled on the shaft of his hot cock. He grew bigger and bigger, so much so that she could hardly fit half of his monster organ in her face.
"It's big, eh?" he muttered in bucolic ecstasy.
"Very," was Vera's terse response.
"Yeah," he sighed. "So big that you could suck it all night long, huh Vera?"
"Yeah," she said. Then she hummed on his joint to make little vibrations shake the boner and travel the distance of his rod. The vibrations disappeared somewhere in his groin or in his rock hard nuts. "Hmmmmm," she hummed again and again. The sound waves went to work shaking his tense dick.
"Ahh," he cooed, totally relaxed now. "That's what I call good suck."
Vera let loose of the base of Tom's joint. With that hand she untied her robe and slipped out of it while she continued to suck on his hog. When she was fully undressed, the robe had fallen around her waist, she leaned up against him and took his prick out of her mouth. She rubbed her naked chest up against the underside of his joy stick. She used her sweetest voice to ask him: "You like that, honey?" She pressed her big soft bosoms against the sides of his shaft. His cock rode up close to her chin. "Is it good like that?"
"Yeah," he muttered, leaning his head back and not bothering to watch. "I like it all, babe. It's all good for me." He sat in the kitchen chair getting the best treatment she could give him. "I like to give you this kind of a rub," said Vera. "It makes me feel good, too."
Vera's chest had blushed crimson, and now her face was going rosy, too. She was getting hot, almost despite herself. She wondered what she would do to satisfy herself. It looked like Tom, no matter how big his cock was going to be, would not take responsibility. She continued to rub against his stiff penis, hoping that maybe she would get her fair share of hot pleasure, too. She could feel juice begin to leak in her twat.
Then, suddenly, Tom said: "Come on, let's get down on the floor." He pushed her away from his point. She pulled her legs out from under her so that she could go down for him. On the cold kitchen linoleum, with a part of her terry cloth robe for a pillow, he spread her out.
"Open up that cunt, honey," he said, sliding down on her body. He had his pants down, but that was all. He still had his shoes on, his t-shirt on. When he laid down against her nude chest she slid her hands, beginning at his buttocks, up along his back. She rubbed his sweaty shoulders and then worked back down to his ass cheeks.
"I can't find your God damn pussy," he swore. "Where the fuck-"
She reached down and took his prick in her hand. She used the base like a handle and pressed him into her wet, flesh breach. "There," she said, still not letting loose even though the head of his meat was between the folds of her gushing cunt. "Can you feel it?"
"Of course I can feel it," he said.
But she didn't think that he could. He was still too drunk to really land his cock inside her tube. So she pushed his penis down in by manipulating the thick base. She guided his pecker the way she would have guided a plastic dildo. "Ahhh," she sighed, lifting her knees when he was firmly entrenched in her slippery tube, "you're in, Tom. You're in."
"Yeah," he said a little sloppily.. "I'm in. I'm in your fucking twat."
"Yes, darling. Isn't it nice?" She pushed her hips up into his crotch. Now that he had got her going, she didn't want to let go of her chance. After all, she hadn't asked to be heated up and made ready for the sex, but now that it was happening, even if he couldn't manage it, she wanted to take a go at getting a good, healthy orgasm. So she rocked her smooth pelvis and hairy pussy up around his flesh stick with the thought that just maybe, despite his drunkenness, she might be able to get a decent fuck out of her husband.
"You're hot," he observed as Vera wrapped her smooth loins around his face. "Vera, you're fucking hot!"
"Yeah, honey," she said. "That's right."
"How about that?! " he moaned. "I'm drunk and she's god damn fucking hot!"
"Mmmmm," she hummed, spreading her thighs so that more of his meat would slip and slide between her twat lips. "I'm hot."
He reared back and slammed his pecker into her cunt. "How's that, honey? Good and hard enough ? "
"Ooooh, yes," she grunted. But the fact was that he was considerably weaker from the drinking he'd done than he admitted. So his flying leap was really just an average thrust, and Vera's cunt took no special pleasure from his supposedly virile thrust. She wondered if she would be getting the fucking she deserved.
"Vera, honey," he groaned, "I think I'm gonna be coming in a minute."
"Oh, no, darling," she begged him, "you have to wait for a minute. You have to wait just a little while, Tom, just until I get a little hotter."
"Fuck you," he said, rocking his hips on her smooth pelvis. "You just keep those pussy muscles good and tight." He jammed his poker in and out of her for three solid strokes. Then he came.
"Oh, God," she sighed, the jism giving her a unique pleasure. She could feel the sperm, what there was of it, crawl up her slick tube. Then the orgasm was over. "I wish you wouldn't drink," she whispered in his probably deaf, drunken ear. "It would be so much better if you didn't drink, honey."
He was nearly asleep on top of her. They lay like that for a moment or two on the kitchen floor. The light was yellow and bright. She could see the wood cabinets, some of them open, a few of the dishes stacked on the sink. She wondered where her son had gone.
Tom's prick shriveled inside her pussy. He was getting soft already. Perhaps he was asleep and drunk and passed out on top of her.
Vera lowered her legs. Tom's joint slipped out of her hole. "Oooh," she sighed tearfully, "that's such a waste."
"What?" asked Tom, clearly not with it at all. He slid off her body in a stupor.
Vera looked down at her own smooth legs. There was jism dripping down one thigh. Some of his orgasm had missed her cunt all together. She wondered to herself how she had expected him to satisfy her. Her heart thudded against the inside of her chest. She was still hot and lusty, horny for more hot cock in her pussy tube. She wanted more sex, more fucking, more sucking. She rolled Tom over on his back. He was a big man and it wasn't easy to do. But even then, with his legs spread and his cock easily available to her, Vera couldn't bring herself to play with it. She pulled up his pants as best she could. She even tried to wake him up and put him on the couch. After a while she gave up.
A few minutes later Tina showed up in the kitchen doorway. "He passed out, eh?"
Vera looked up from where she sat on the floor of the kitchen next to her ornery, dozing husband. "Yeah," she said not looking directly at Tina, "he passed out."
"What are you gonna do, Mom?" asked Tina.
Vera didn't look at her daughter. She knew that the teenage girl could understand the problems they were having. She wondered if maybe Tina would be able to avoid such problems in her own life. "I don't know," she said. She pulled her terry cloth robe around her legs. She was still hot and horny, but she didn't want Tina to have to think about any of that.
"You go on out, darling, the way you planned. I'll take care of your father. Go on now, and have a good time."
"You want me to help you get him into bed?"
"Well, maybe just to the couch," said Vera. She took Tom Benson by the arms. "Can you get his feet?"
Tina leaned down and took her father's feet. When she leaned forward Vera noticed that Tina had her own full chest with big ripe nipples that were budding like cherries. Her teenage daughter had already turned into a fully developed woman.
They had Tom close to the couch when he suddenly woke up. "What the hell is going on here?" he grumbled, wriggling free of their loose grips. Then he climbed on his own onto the couch where he passed out again and soon began snoring.
"Well," said Tina, combing back a lock of her sandy blonde hair, I better be going, Mom, if I'm going to get to sport's night on time."
"You go ahead," said Vera, tying off her robe again. She noticed her daughter's full chest again, and her long legs. Even under the loose blouse it was plain to see that Tina had the lovely breasts of a nubile high schooler. She wore neat white shorts that showed off her finely sculpted, shapely tanned legs, too. Her bobby socks were rolled down so that even her ankles were plainly visible to anyone interested in a complete view. "Will you be OK? " she asked her mother.
"Oh, sure," said Vera. "You go ahead now. When your father wakes up I'll make him some coffee and he'll apologize and we'll make up. He's really not the ogre he makes himself out to be. Go on now, darling, you have a good time."
Tina gave her mother a winning smile, and then she left.
Vera had hidden her true feelings. She sat down in the kitchen chair and spread out her legs. She stared at her husband while she stroked her hot loins. She was still hot and lusty from the earlier sexual contact. She wanted to have for herself just one small, quick orgasm. She felt for sure that if she could get her finger going inside her twat at just the right angle, for just a few accurate strokes, she could get her clit hard and twitching.
So she spread out her thighs and rubbed the smooth skin between her legs. like her teenage daughter she had smooth ample loins. Her bush was a slightly darker color blonde than the hair on her head, and this mousy hair was wet with fresh ease juice and sperm. She slid her finger down into the hole below and searched out her clit.
"Uuuuhhh," she moaned softly out loud as she found the firm little piece of sex meat. Chills crawled up her legs under her robe. Her thighs went momentarily cold, then hot and moist with the surge of sexual energy which had originated in her hot wet twat. Her skin tingled.
She used her other hand to pull, to tug, and to tweak her full titties. She pinched her nipple on her right tit and let out a small squeak. Her finger-fuck masturbation was well underway. While she manipulated her clitoris and pulled and rubbed her breasts, she stared across the room at her husband's jism covered, sticky limp pecker. It looked like a fat flesh worm. She longed for it to be hot and stiff, like a big bone, and then, she fantasized, she would sit on top of that flesh joy prong and slide up and down on it inside her twat. While she thought things like this, she flicked her middle finger up and down against the slippery erect clitoris inside her twat tube.
. She began to breath heavier and faster as her fantasies about having a big joy stick inside her took on color. She imagined her husband's dick being as stiff as a rock, the way it was when they first married. She wondered, secretly, what it might be like to be young again, to fill her pussy with a feverish flesh tool like her son's, for example.
After all, she thought to herself as she pushed and pulled at the slippery insides of her honey pot, she was still considered by her friends and many men to have a lean supple body. There were men her boy's age who often told her that they could not believe that she had a son sixteen and a daughter fifteen. It was only natural, as she masturbated herself, that she think about a hot young cock penetrating her hungry wet pussy.
The more she fantasized, the more the juice gushed from her hole. She spread her legs wider, even propped up one knee by putting her foot on the seat of an adjoining chair. She continued to finger fuck herself. The lusty heat glowed in her blushing pelvis.
Suddenly, the front door to the living room swung open. Luckily Vera had her back to the door. She jerked her hand out of her twat and pulled her robe over her legs. Startled and momentarily frightened, she swung around with a fearful look on her face.
"Don't be afraid, Mom," said Charley, "it's only me." He could see from the look in his mother's eyes that she was surprised by his sudden reappearance.
"Oh, Chuck," she sighed with relief, "you scared me."
"I know, Mom," he said, closing the door softly with a wary eye to the couch where his father lay in an alcoholic stupor. He whispered the rest, tip toed to her side: "I didn't want to leave you alone for very long with Dad. He was in some state tonight." Charley sat down alongside his mother at the dining room table.
"Yes he was," said Mrs. Benson. She stared for a moment at her husband. His cock was laying exposed. She excused herself for a moment and took a blanket from the back of the couch and covered him. When she came back to sit next to her son she said: "He gets a little carried away sometimes." They were both blushing.
"Yes," said Charley. "That's putting it mildly."
"By the way," she said, still a little distracted from the delightful finger-fucking she'd been giving herself, "I thought you were right about what you said. I mean I think your Dad was wrong."
"Awe, Mom, you don't have to say things like that. I know how you feel."
She liked his young voice, his long dark hair-curly the way his father's once was-and she ran her hand through the thick locks at the back of his head. "I'm not just saying that, Chuck," she told him. "I really do mean it. After all, you're a grown man now and if you decide to go out with this or that girl, well, it's your business."
"He was jealous," said Charley with a keen insight. "That's why he was angry at me. Sue's a pretty girl and Dad knows it."
"Yes," admitted Vera, "that's probably what it was." A thought flashed through her mind, a picture of herself and her son rolling nude alongside a babbling brook. She blushed and looked away.
"Mom?" said Charley. "You OK? You're all red?"
"Oh, it's nothing," she said. "I was just thinking about-" She stopped midstream. She saw her son's cock-in her fertile imagination-piercing her vagina; he straddled her from above and jammed his huge, young pecker, which she hadn't seen since he turned fifteen, down into her open and greasy cunt. "Oh, my," she muttered. "I just can't seem to cope."
"What is it?" he asked her. "Are you worried about something, or what? You keep looking away and turning red, Mom. What is it?" He put his hand on her thigh and shook her. "Mom? You still there?"
She snapped out of it and took his hand in her own. She lifted it up to her face and rubbed her cheek against the back of his arm. "I'm just tired, Charley. Your mother's just a little tired." She kissed the back of his hand.
"Maybe," said Charley, glancing over her shoulder to where his father lay and then looking back at her, "maybe it's something more." He, too, blushed. His eyes went momentarily glassy.
She turned and looked at him. Mother and son were only inches apart. Their faces were heated, red, blushing. Charley swallowed hard. Vera smiled and her lips parted. "Yes," she said in a lusty whisper, "yes, it's something more." She reached slowly toward his young muscular thigh. Her hand slid up to his crotch and squeezed the knot of blue-jean and zipper that could only be his penis.
"Oh, Mom," said Charley, "I don't know if-"
"I know for a fact," she said not letting go and looking over her shoulder to be sure that her husband continued to snore, "that we shouldn't." She tugged on the flesh knob between her son's legs. "It feels nice, Mom," he whispered, "but,. "
"Don't worry," she said softly as she rubbed the bulge, "I've seen your father like this before, and he'll sleep for hours. We're virtually alone." She smiled and brought her other hand along side his other leg. Now both palms slid slowly back and forth between her son's legs. She looked from his face to his crotch and back at his face again. "Do you like that?" she asked.
"Sure I do," he said. "But what about Tina? What if she-"
"She just left for sport's night," Vera reminded him. "She won't be back for hours." Her two hands arrived at his balls. She spread his legs and leaned down to get a better grip. Her tits fell forward, out of the loose lapels of the terry cloth robe.
"Oh, God," moaned Charley. "Mom!"
She looked down at the source of her son's excitement. "You like my tits?" She removed one hand from his crotch in order to palm her breast. She lifted the titty up to his face, leaned close enough that if he wanted he could suck on the erect, cherry red nipple. "Go on," she said, "kiss it a little. Suck it."
His eyes filled with lust. They turned to shiny glass and he leaned forward with his tongue protuberant between his lips. The tip of his mouth muscle brushed the tip of his mother's red, glowing nipple. Then his puckered lips surrounded the tubular flesh bud, and he sucked up a full mouthful of her fine breast. She even had to remove her hand in order to permit him more of her luscious tit flesh.
"Oh, yes, Charley, this is the way it should be!" she groaned. "Your father used to know how to do it, but not any more. Now it's all gone. It's all up to you, Charley. Just you and me." She used both hands to rub the crotch of his pants while he continued to suck on that one titty. He'd since lifted his hands and fingers in order to get a good hold on the luscious full titty. He held it like a baby bottle and kneaded the flesh while his tongue circled, licked and swabbed the hot brown cap and bud. "That's just right, Charley," Vera said as she massaged his groin, "just the way it ought to be."
For a moment the snoring on the couch ceased. Tom Benson's heavy breathing fluttered, and he rolled sideways. Charley's heart stopped altogether, as did his active tongue. He dropped his mother's tit and pushed her hands out of his lap. Finally his father settled back to sleep with his face to the back of of the couch.
"Come on," said Mrs. Benson with a smile and an outstretched hand, "Let's go someplace a little more conducive to love making."
Reluctantly, her son reached up and took Vera's hand. He followed her into the bedroom at the back of the house. "Are you sure, Mom, that this is a good thing to do ? " he asked her on the way there.
"Of course," she began, "if you'd rather not."
"It's not that I don't want to," he said, "but what if Dad wakes up, or what if sis comes home? It'll be a real mess then, won't it?"
"I'll take care of everything," she said. Loosening the tie around her robe, she fell to her knees in front of him. "Let your mother take care of absolutely everything!"
CHAPTER TWO
Vera's experienced hands toured her son's trim waist. Even on her knees she had no difficulty undoing his belt, pulling down his trousers and getting his underwear out of the way. "That's what I've been looking for," she said when she saw his stiff prick. It nearly popped out and hit her in the eye.
"Mom," said Chuck, "are you going to suck my cock?"
She gripped the hefty base of the meat. His pants were in a crumpled heap down around his ankles. His shirt tails hung on either side of his erection and covered his nuts. So with one hand fisting his meat, and with the other sliding up between his legs for a quick tour of his ass cheeks, Mrs. Benson answered her son's question with a smile, "Yes, of course." She leaned forward and guided the mushroom head between her lips. Her finger drilled his bung-hole.
"Oh, my God! Mother!" he hollered.
She released his prick and shot her hand upwards to cover his mouth. "Not so loud," she said. "Your father sleeps heavy, but we don't want to press our luck."
"Sorry," he said when she removed her hand and went back to working out on his meat. "I forgot," he whispered. His mother's finger twirled in his ass-hole, and her tongue rubbed back and forth across the mushroom head of his meat. He especially liked the way his cock twitched every now and then when she gave a good long lick to the shaft.
"You know," she said during a much deserved breather, "I think you have the same big prick that your father has. I mean it has the same shape and all." She leaned back to inspect and admire the glistening flesh pole. "There's even a similar bend." Her finger stroked the place where his cock curved sideways and upwards. "Look at that," she said, "it's just so pretty!"
She leaned forward and kissed the head of his meat. Her son's cock began to throb vigorously. "Oh, no," she said, "you can't come just yet, honey. You have to wait for Mommy to get her kicks, too. It's not fair, really, unless you wait."
"I'll wait," he told her, "but do you think it'll be very long?"
She put a finger to her lips. "Let me think about this for a minute. Maybe it would be better to have you come right now. I mean you're a young man, you tell me. Can you get another boner like this one? I mean for your Mother, for me?" She held on tight to the one boner in her hand.
"Of course," he said, "sometimes I pull my meat two or three-" He stopped. He'd said too much. He was embarrassed. He never wanted his mother to know that he jacked off. It wasn't right for her to know something so personal.
"Now, now," she calmed him, "don't you worry about that. I know lots of men who masturbate. It's the best thing for them, too. Much better than going around with all that sex making you horny and mean and nasty because you can't get laid. Perfectly natural," she reassured him. "Besides, just before you came home and your father had left me hanging, what do you think I was doing?"
"Oh, no, Mom, I don't want to know."
"I was finger-fucking myself," she told him. "And there's nothing at all wrong with that." She stopped and said: "Where were we? Oh, yes, so you can get another big hard-on?! Well, that's just fine and dandy. I'll suck out your jism off this one, and then we'll get you good and stiff to give your Mom the ride she's been waiting for. How's that sound?"
"Alright by me," he said. "Go to it!" He took his cock in his own hand, and with a new feeling of abandonment guided the head of his muscle into her face. She opened her mouth, and the big stiff joint slid right between his Mom's lips. "Ahhh," they both sighed at the same time.
Mrs. Benson sucked away on the stiff rod. She licked, kissed, nibbled, and gnawed. The flesh of the hairy rod was covered with her hot wet saliva. Soon she had him so greased that even though he watched her working on him, he could not tell what portion of his prick was under attack. What he could tell, however, was that soon, maybe on the next lick or the one after, he would shoot a massive load of come into his mother's face. "Mom," he started to warn her, "I think you better get ready for-"
It was too late. Chuck Benson's penis jerked like a spastic muscle, and hot sperm juice squirted out on his mother's face. The first gob of it landed on her cheek. It flew across and hit the bridge of her nose where it dripped down to under her nostril and took up a resting place on her upper lip. Then it dripped some more and she had to use her tongue to suck it down into her mouth.
The second j ism-spurt shot into her hair. She reached up with her hand and rubbed to be sure that was where it landed. "Yes," said Vera, rubbing the greasy, sticky juice around in her palm, "that's where you got me alright."
"Mom," he pleaded with her, "won't you swallow it? Please?"
"Of course, honey," she said. But while she spoke another piece of the stringy jism pulsed across the side of her smooth cheek and hung across the top of her ear, where the template from a pair of glasses would normally rest. It dripped on either side of that ear like a misplaced piece of liquid jewelry. "Oh, honey," she said, quickly grabbing his throbbing cock, "Let me get that juice down my throat." She sucked the head of his dick into her mouth. The ooze went piling down her throat, just the way it should, and she swallowed the remainder of what he had to offer.
"Mmmmm," he hummed at his mother. "T can't believe you ate all of that so easily."
"Oh, honey," she said, "you just wait until you see a few of the things that mother knows about. This is only the beginning."
"Wow," said Charley. "I had no idea."
"Oh, yeah," said Vera, "you young kids think you discovered sex, but meanwhile, while you're discovering it, we older folks are perfecting it." She smiled and rubbed his penis against her face. The slimy jism that dripped from the head of his meat greased and lubricated the path along her cheek. "See," she said, "how nice it is to be with an experienced woman like your mother?"
"Oh, yeah," said Charley. He didn't want her to know that he hadn't been with any women except her, really. Of course, there were a couple of minor flirtations with a few girls here and there, but those were back-seat romances that weren't even worth talking about. He hadn't, for example, ever been in a bedroom with a woman until this night. He'd never had his cock in the cunt of a woman, and the few girls who had allowed him advances had certainly not permitted him to rub his cock against their faces. He'd had two hand jobs, to be exact, and on one occasion he had rubbed so vigorously against a girl while he danced with her at a friend's party that he came in his pants. But other than this ... but, well, he had to admit, his fantasies were just about the most active part of his sexual life. He had imagined himself with the best starlets, the hottest whores, the prettiest and the most regal personages of world politics. And with them, he'd done every trick in the book. But not in his wildest dreams had he thought that his real sexual education would begin at home, in his father's bedroom, with his mother. When he realized what was happening, he nearly fainted.
"Charley? Charley?" she called to him. He looked like he was in a trance. She shook him by the joint.
He came out of it. "Yes, yes," he said, "T was just thinking."
"That's OK, " she said. "But I think it's time to get to work on making you stiff again. I'm still the only one around here who hasn't gotten a good hot orgasm. If you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure, Mom," said Charley. "What do you want to do?"
"Lay down," she directed him. "This is one that always gets your father going."
He spread himself out on the king-sized bed. The sheets smelled fresh and felt smooth on his skin. He was flat on his belly.
"You'll have to get up for this one," she said. "On your hands and knees, Charley. Otherwise your mother's going to have a hard time working that joint of yours."
"Oh, yeah," said Charley. "Sure." He propped himself up on hands and knees. His mother crawled in behind him. He could feel her soft boobies press on the middle of his back. Her cunt rubbed softly at the space between his buttocks. Small, wet pubic hairs brushed against his ass crease. "I sure can feel you in there, Mom," he said. "And it feels nice."
"Just you wait," she said, reaching around his smooth muscular hips with both hands. She gripped his penis. "Tell me," said Vera, "if I go too hard." She rolled his meat back and forth between her palms. Gradually, slowly but surely, her palms worked their way down to his nut nest. When she was right beside his balls, she took his cock with one hand and his testicles with the other and pulled the different parts of his genitals in opposite directions.
"Oh, God, Mom!" wailed Charley in a muffled voice. "Oh, shit!" His meat began to fill with another load of hot lusty blood. The boner took on shape, form, the necessary size of a big bone that could penetrate his mother's hot twat. "It's got to be big!" she said softly in his ear. "It's got to be big and meaty and hot. Otherwise I'm not interested."
"Mmmmm," he hummed, feeling her hands tour his groin. She slid her palms up and down the inside of his legs. Then she grabbed him by the shoulders and rubbed her hungry twat against his firm ass cheeks. "Oh, my Charley, my son," she groaned, rubbing her slippery bush this way and that on his tough ass. "You're going to give Mom such a nice fuck that nobody would ever believe it."
"If we told them," said Charley.
"Of course not, honey," she reassured him. "Of course not." She rubbed her cunt against his ass, her tits against his back, and her hands against his cock. He had thrills all over the place. Soon Vera knew that her son's prick was as hard as need be. "You know," she said, "I think you're just about ready.".
"Oh, yeah," he said, "I think so too!" He turned around and stretched out with his legs apart. His middle leg, however, stuck straight up like a tree. "Get a load of that," he bragged, proud of his second erection.
"I expected nothing less of a Benson," said his mother. She was pleased as punch to see such a large juicy phallus. It was, in fact, the hot hunk of meat she'd been waiting for all night. She jumped down onto the hog cock with her face. "Let's just grease it up a bit before we go plowing my fields with it, eh?" She licked the wedge of cock muscle with her tongue. She went up the backside in one long stroke. She arrived at the crown and coiled her tongue around the hot pink rim. The inflamed sword throbbed in ecstasy. "Mom," said Charley, "I think you better start now."
"Yes, of course. Time to fuck," she said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She climbed up on top of him. "Me on top for the beginning," she said with a cheery smile. "Just to make sure I get a little special kind of rubbing from this big hot pecker of yours, Charley." She lifted her crotch and spread her legs. With her left hand holding the meat at a slight angle, she rubbed the head of his pecker up along her smooth ooze covered loin until the tip arrived at her wet bush. There she pulled the poker away from the side of her leg and aimed it directly up into the twat tube itself. "Now, my son." Vera exclaimed, "I'm going to have a fantasy come true!" She let loose of the hot pecker and jumped down onto it. The meat went flying, sliding up at exactly the right angle, and landed well-placed within the confines of Vera's slippery, tight channel.
Charley groaned, "Oooh, my god, Mother, you have no idea!"
She smiled down on him: "That's where you're wrong, son. I know exactly!" She laughed and heaved her hips right and left. This weaving pattern-a kind of sloppy gyration-squished Charley's cock from side to side, and sent slippery chills and previously inexperienced tingles up and down his prick shaft. He moaned softly, "Fuck! What a thing! Fuck! I never. Oh, shirt! Fuck!"
Mrs. Benson was all smiles. It was a great pleasure for her to be able to make her son so happy. Unlike her poor disheveled husband, Charley enjoyed the fuck, was awake for it, and was able to give, in return, a modicum of satisfaction. She was only too happy to ride him for as long as he wanted.
"Is it the way you thought it would be?" he asked her at one point. "Is it good for you, Mom?"
"You bet it is," she said, grinding her cunt across his prick shaft. "I never got this kind of meat so fast and so hot in all my life." Then she remembered a young sailor boy in New-York. "Well, almost never," she corrected herself.
"Slide up a little," requested Charley.
His mother slid up on his cock. He could feel, in this manner, her vaginal lips rubbing against the head of his prick. And when she came back down, her muscles grabbed even harder than before. "Oh, boy," he moaned, "I can feel those hot muscles of yours cranking me up good."
She had to laugh at that. "Of course, son. T always use those tight little muscles to get a good prick the thrills it deserves. That way T get what I want, too." She laughed again and pressed her twat channel this way and that against the sides of his full, erect cock meat.
"Oh, shit," groaned Charley to his mother. "Mom, give it to me harder, will you?! "
She leaned down close to him. Her big fat titties rubbed on his lean, teenage chest. Her nipples, pointy erect buds, grazed and pressed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her down close to him. Then he bounced, at first slowly, and then more quickly. Every bounce was a hot thrust into her twat chamber. His meat went further and further into her hot hole. She couldn't possibly resist his every shot. She squeezed and pulsed around his hefty, heavy duty meat. "Oh, my God," she cried to her son, "that's some of the best loving I ever got, Charley. Absolutely some of the best!" She reached down under his buttocks with her open palms, cupped his ass cheeks, and pressed his meaty sword even further into her hot box. When she found the time, and the passageway, she slid her finger into his bunghole. Thus she had a digit in his ass-hole, her titties rubbing against his chest, and sometimes his face, and her cunt tied to his penis.
Charley felt the hot blood beat in his temples. He felt the surge of lust begin to rise in his groin, too. He knew that in a few minutes he would be firing that fresh juice of his all over again. His mother would have caused him to have an orgasm twice in only a little less than an hour.
When he stopped to think that only a short while before he'd never had his cock in a cunt, and now, he'd not only been fucking, but with his lovely mother, he was just amazed at his good luck. "Ooooh," he moaned as she gave a particular good squeeze to his cock muscle, "oooh, my!" He rolled his hips so as to accent how much he appreciated the fine treatment his mother afforded him.
"You get ready, Charley," she told him. "Brace yourself, cause I'm going to give you the final fling for the night, babe. Something you'll never forget, eh?" She lifted up off of him.
Instinctively, Charley reached up for his mother's full titties. He grabbed the same breasts from which sixteen years before he had sucked milk. He tweaked the nipples, pulled on them, tugged at the hefty, smooth breast tissue. "Oh, Mom," he grunted, "this is the best thing that ever happened to me." He used one hand for one titty, one hand for the other. He had his hands quite full!
"My, my," she said, "I do believe that my son's a regular Don Juan." She pressed his hands tight against her chest. "Rub those nipples around and make sure that I'm good and hot, hon."
Charley was only too happy to give those paps the squeeze and tug they deserved. Nothing could have made him more content. Except, of course, the really hot contractions his mother's cunt was making on his meaty crutch.
"Is it time for you?" he asked. "You gonna come, Mom?"
"Any minute now," she said. "Any minute. You just hold on to my titties and enjoy the rest of the ride."
Vera began to phase out. She wasn't quite all there. Her orgasmic lust was beginning to take over. Her face turned bright red, and her tits were covered with hot and cold flashes, chills. She was riding Charley's poker as though she were on a horse. She held on to his shoulders, braced herself and let her titties ride around any which way they flopped. If Charley held onto them, that was fine. If not, that was fine too. She was concentrating on other things. She leaned into the fuck, pulled and pushed on his pecker with her hot tight cunt tube. She could ply the meat, bend it, eat it with her experienced hole and the muscles within it. Most importantly, she knew how to get her clit snagged on the edge of his hot dick head. She could get the crown rubbing and grinding against her clitoris flesh and that in itself would make her gush like a broken fire hydrant. Soon she began to shiver, and it was evident, even to her inexperienced son, that something unusual was happening inside Vera's body.
She bit down hard, bared her teeth, and suddenly stopped moving all together. Then, just as suddenly, she rocked back and forth vigorously. "Oh, my fucking God damn cunt tube!" she screamed. "Fuck me in the cunt hole, Charley. Fuck me up the tube!"
Charley wasn't sure exactly what to do. He just kept drilling up into his mother's pussy in hopes that that would do the job.
And do the job it did! For no more than a minute later there was a gush of juice so severe, so strong and so plentiful, that after the ooze had dripped off of his cock and balls a puddle formed down between Charley's legs.
When it was all over Vera rolled her hips off to one side, and her slippery, satisfied twat juiced off, like a suction cup being peeled off glass, of Charley's glistening joy stick.
"Oh, wow, Mom," he groaned, "that was really something!"
"Yes indeedy," she agreed. "It certainly was that."
"Do you think," began Charley with a question, but then he stopped and said nothing.
"What is it, honey?" asked Vera. "It's me, your mother. You can trust me." She reached over to fiddle with his slimy erection.
"Naw," he muttered. "Forget it."
Then she realized what troubled him. "It's this!" she exclaimed tugging on her boy's prick. "You want to come!"
"Yes," Charley admitted shyly. "That was it. But you don't have to if you don't want to."
"Nonsense," said Vera. "Of course I do." She curled her index finger around the pillar of flesh. Up and down she jerked her hand. She was sure to catch the ridge of his mushroom head with her finger and thumb. Every stroke heightened Charley's developing passion. Soon his rod vibrated, and sexual fever spread through his loins. "Mom," he groaned, "did Dad ever have you pull his penis? like this I mean?"
"Oh. shit yes," she muttered. "Countless times. I wish I had a dollar for every time your father made me jerk him off. I'd be a rich woman." She tugged harder on his tense bone.
"Uuuuuhh," he grunted. "It's getting close."
"Good," she said. "The closer the better. Nothing quite so nice as a tantalizing little tug of prick to make the time pass. Would you like a trigger finger in your ass-hole, too?"
"What's a trigger finger?" he asked even though he could well imagine.
"Here," she said, rolling over between his legs without missing a single stroke at his meat. "I'll show you." She shot one digit, her middle finger, up into the crater just outside his large bowel. Then she said: "When you're about to come, to shoot your wad, let me know. I'll jam this finger of mine up there and ream out your bunghole: trigger finger: you'll shoot your jism to the ceiling, that's how good it is!" His mother smiled happily. She was joyous with the pleasure she was able to give her loving son.
"Uuuuuuhhh," grunted Charley. "I'm getting there. Getting mighty close!" He rocked his hips. Involuntarily, his meat swelled with passion. "Your dick," his mother said, "is getting so large I won't be able to use my index finger any more. I'll have to use my whole fist." Sure enough, she changed the arrangement of her hand around his flesh prong so that she could include that much more of his bulging muscle. "How's that?"
"Nice," he agreed. "That's even better than before."
Mrs. Benson cocked her trigger finger. She could tell that Charley wasn't far from ejaculation. Soon, she calculated, he would want that poke in the butt which would finish him off. She reached down to her twat with her middle finger and greased up so that it would be a well-lubricated digit which flew up Charley's small shit tube. "OK, " he said, his face turning beet red, "it's almost here. It's getting close. It's-"
Mrs. Benson inspected his nuts. They had turned to flesh tones. Goose bumps filled the creases in the scrotal sack, and chill crawled up her son's thighs. She smiled, flexed the muscles in both arms, and slammed her finger up his ass-hole
"Oooooh, shit me around!" wailed Charley. Jism spurted out of his penis. Vera quickly mouthed the organ and caught spurts two through ten in the back of her throat. When it was nearly over, she yanked her finger out of Charley's bunghole and cried: "That's the Benson jerk off! What do you think, Charley?"
"Uuuuuuhhh," he grunted. "That's too fucking much, Maw, really!" He rolled over and tried to catch his breath.
His mother followed him, however, wanting to make sure that this meaty flesh prong received the proper cleansing. She pressed her face up to his phallus. "Needs a lick or two more," she whispered. "Just for good luck." She swabbed the staff of meat with her long wet mouth muscle. The head dripped another sticky drip of greyish sperm juice. With puckered lips she kissed off that last drop, and she swallowed it, too. Almost out of habit, Vera Benson gave a quick last licking to the entire male organ. It was probably instinct, but she also kissed each ball.
"Mom," said Charley, sitting up on the edge of his parents' bed, "I just don't know how to thank you."
"Don't you worry about it," she said as she softly stroked his long muscular thigh. "We're going to be spending quite some time together, So I may have to call on you again to come to the rescue."
"Oh, boy," he said with a broad grin. "I'll be sure to bring my spear, Mom, if you know what I mean." He gave her a lecherous, knowing wink.
"I won't want it any other way, honey," said Vera Benson. Then she shook her titties and stood up. "If you know what I mean," she added.
CHAPTER THREE
Tina Benson returned to a quiet household. It was dawn, and as it had been her habit for the previous six months, she entered stealthily well after both her mother's and the state's curfew. Fortunately, for she'd left home with no sweater or coat, her limbs fully exposed to the elements, it was a warm evening. In fact, small beads of sweat sparkled in the shaft of the moonlight which crossed Tina's brow as she rested at the living room door and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was not, however, alone the heat, nor were the vigorous activities of "Sports Night" the sole cause of Tina's sweat. Her bright eyes, and the dilated pupils within, indicated yet another source of agitation. Couple this with her rapid heart beat, a frenetic train of thought, her exaggerated good cheer-especially given the early morning hour-and one would be hard put, in today's escape-oriented culture, to abandon the notion that Tina Benson had ingested one or another-in what quantities God only knows-sort of drug.
It had to be that, or sex. And sex would not account for Tina's vigor and pep at five in the morning.
So it was, drugged and enjoying every minute of it, that she tip toed from one end of the living room to the other without so much as exhaling. A last minute thought, before she started down the hallway toward bed, however, started off her troubles.
It must be remembered that Mr. Benson, drunk and disorderly, fell to sleep on the living-room sofa with only a small blanket covering his otherwise naked loins and genitals. Tina, lovely young thing that she was, did not, however, have any knowledge of the fact that her father lay mostly nude beneath his small covering. She felt sorry for him and returned to the couch to rearrange his blanket in the interest of his comfort for the rest of the night, or morning. As she lifted the small blanket it was to her surprise, and drugged delight, that she discovered her father's naked genitals. It was the penis, in particular, that attracted Tina's attention. She fought, and lost the battle, an irresistible urge to pet the taboo organ. Holding the blanket in mid-air above the man, she considered her options: she could I) return the blanket immediately to its proper position over her father's hips and genitals ("not very interesting," she thought.), 2) just look at it (She said to herself: "I'm doing that."), 3) she could lean down and give it just a quick, experimental pet, and, naturally, risk waking him, 4) she could take a paint brush and some paint (how she came up with this notion must be attributed to the drug(s) she'd taken) and cover her father's penis in some strange, no doubt symbolic, rainbow design. She compromised with the last options, numbers three and four, and found herself moments later, as Tom Benson continued to sleep off his drunkenness, painting her father's prick with a number three water color brush the color of a Winter Evergreen. It was with some considerable amount of will power that, having blown the painted muscle dry, young, nubile Tina returned the blanket to its rightful position and made her way toward bed. Mr. Benson snored on into the night.
But when Tina arrived in the bedroom, she felt not the least bit sleepy. She wiped a drop of paint from her nude thigh-she still wore the shorts in which she'd attended "Sports Night" at the high school-and sat on the edge of the bed. She could hear her brother, Charley, who used the bed on the opposite wall, breathing heavily. She had no idea, as she undressed, that he was quite awake.
Tina stood in the dark in front of the wall length mirror and examined the contours of her body. Even in the dark a fine shape appeared, one slender in the hips and full in the chest, a silhouette that would have been difficult for any man to close his eyes on, let alone Tina's aroused and stimulated brother. Thus, Charley filled his eyeballs with not only the silhouette, but also with a view of the flesh of his lovely sister's nearly perfect physique. He could even distinguish, as she stood in front of the mirror in the dark, that Tina's nipples were slightly erect.
She smiled at herself as she inspected more of her body. She smoothed the skin on her belly with the palm of one hand. She turned and examined in profile the shape of her breasts, the swoop of her pelvis, and the indentations of her slender upper legs. Even her pubic hairs cast a small, delicate shadow and outline on the nearby wall.
Surreptitiously, Tina looked over her shoulder to see if Charley slept. He quickly shut his eyes so that she could only assume that he was not awake. Then his sister sat down on a simple chair and looked into the mirror. Only this time she moved a few knick knacks and various bottles which otherwise, from her new sitting position, would have obscured her view. With her feet flat on the wooden floor and her legs spread slightly, she slid her hand into her crotch. She rubbed smoothly back and forth along first one thigh and then along the other. She used a finger to pry open the smooth, wet lips surrounding her vagina. It took only a moment more for her breathing to accelerate and for tremors to ripple across her legs and up her belly.
"Oh, God," moaned Charley. "Look at that!"
"What?" cried Tina in a harsh whisper, jerking her hand out of her twat, "I thought you were asleep! You dirty bastard!" She swung around in the chair to get a good view on her brother. "Charley, how could you?"
"I didn't know what you were going to do, Tina," he said, sitting up and pleading with her. "Really, honest, I had no idea. I was just lying here minding my own business. Really, Tina, I wouldn't do that, you know me."
She smiled. His generous and kind spirit had provided her with room to think. "Well," she said, recovering herself, "I suppose we are brother and sister and after all, it's not like you're going to go run and tell Mom that I was masturbating."
"Awe," said Charley, laying back down, "she wouldn't mind anyhow."
"What? How do you know?" She brought her chair close to Charley's bed. "Say," she said, "what are you doing up anyhow? It's five in the morning."
"Which question first?" he said with a smile.
"How do you know she wouldn't care if I was masturbating," said Tina.
"She does it herself," said Charley, a bit arrogant.
"And how do you know that?" asked Tina, still sitting nude next to her brother who lay under the sheets.
"Oh, I just know," he said. "And I'm awake just now because I had a long talk with Mom tonight." This was a lie, but only in one sense. He had had a long fuck with his mother, and they'd done little or no talking.
"I see," said Tina, scratching her upper thigh. Her smooth tanned legs and hanging tits were a lovely sight for Charley. It was everything he could do to pretend that he hadn't noticed a thing. Then it occurred to him: Tina was acting quite perceptive and very much unlike herself. "Say," he asked her now, "are you on something?"
She blushed. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you're sitting here in the nude and you don't care if I look at you or what."
"I like it when you look at me," she said in as lusty a voice as a fifteen year old can have. "It, ah, titillates me. I like having men's eyes on me."
"Oh, good," said Charley. "And I like to have a woman look at me, too." He sat up and brought his naked body out from under the sheets. "Here," he said, "take a good look Tina. This is me, the real me, your brother."
She shied away at first. The game, she thought, might have gone too far. But even out of the corner of her eye she had to admit that Charley's penis was an attractive sight. "Alright," she said, "I like to look, too." She turned back and tried to carry on a normal conversation. "This thing I took," she said, "it makes me so horny, Charley. I just can't describe it. I'm so, so, so hot!" she blurted out.
"It's a hot night," said Charley. His voice was cool. If Tina wanted to ball him, then he would insist that she make the first move. "Maybe you need something cold to drink, or a cold shower."
"No," she said, "I know exactly what I need." She inspected his long lean body. like herself, he was tan and well-shaped. He had fine pectoral muscles, even for a young man, and his skin was smooth and lean. He was not, however, skinny. His frame indicated that some day he would be as large and powerful a man as his father, and the growth of pubic hair, fully underway in his groin, under his arms and on his chest and ass, foretold a furry male. Tina could not resist reaching her slender hand out to her brother's chest. Her finger tips grazed his shoulder and then the middle of his chest. She let her hand float down along his belly. She did not go directly to his crotch. Rather, she stopped at the border line and swirled small circles on his stomach and across his pelvis. Still she barely touched him, giving him the tingling sensation that could only arouse the deepest, liveliest passions in his crotch.
She withdrew her hand.
"You were saying you know exactly what you want," said Charley.
"Yes," she said. She cracked a knuckle in her index finger and extended her hand again. This time she hovered over his crotch. Her fingers went lightly in and out of his bush. She touched him on either side of his cock, on each of his balls. She rubbed a couple of fingers along the spread, tender loins surrounding his genitals.
Finally, when Charley thought he could no longer take it, when he imagined that he would reach out and grab his sister's hand and push it violently down into his crotch and make her take hold of his penis, fist it and suck it and fuck it-just before that moment, she took hold of his meat with her entire hand. Seconds later she was on her belly between his legs with her face sliding up and down around his fully erect joy stick.
"God, yes," moaned Charley. "That's the way, Tina. That's the way." Her lips squeezed the muscular shaft the way an old person might use their gums to mouthe a piece of meat, and then she used the same lips to tug on the ridge of sensitive crown that adorned his mushroom head. She pulled her mouth up and down on the head of his meat, the portion on which she'd chosen to concentrate when she'd realized that the entire organ would in no way fit inside her mouth. There was a clicking and slurping sound as her tongue and lips, providing plenty of lubrication, went about the task of perfecting his huge erection. She licked an drubbed and pulled with her mouth, and in general she made things so hot, so slippery, that Charley very nearly shot his wad into his sister's mouth.
"Oh, my," she said, breaking away from his prick and sitting up as though she'd suddenly discovered that she was doing something awful, "I don't know what I'm doing, Charley. I don't know. It must be the drug, or the night, or something."
"No," said Charley, "it's my hot cock. You knew what you wanted and you came to get it. Now come on, finish me off, one way or the other, Tina. I got to have you do that for me. It's not fair otherwise."
"OK, " she agreed, "but this is some weird drug that makes a sister want to make love to her brother."
"Tina," said Charley, "did you ever stop to think that I want to fuck you and I didn't take any drug at all?" She started to reply, but he put his hand on her face and smoothed down her long silky hair. "Don't worry," he said, comforting her. "Just don't worry about anything."
She followed his orders and tried to relax. Soon she accepted the passions inside her loins. She climbed onto the bed and gave Charley everything that she thought would please him. He lay back and enjoyed every minute of it.
Tina rubbed her large young titties up against her brother's chest in much the same manner that six hours before her mother had done with Charley. She pushed her full nipples near his mouth so that he would take the time to suck them into erect cherry buds. He licked and nibbled just the way she liked.
"You want to hear something not very nice?" she asked him during one quiet moment.
"What?"
"I'm not a virgin," she said.
"Until recently," he said, "I was. But I'm a lot happier now that I know what balling's all about. I could hardly live with myself before."
She jumped back to rubbing his body with her own. She shoved her thighs between his and pushed her bush up against his prick. Her wet ooze greased his long cock muscle. The head of his dick went slipping and sliding along the parted vaginal lips around his sister's twat. The grease there gave him the nicest feel his mushroom pecker had ever had.
Soon she wanted him inside her. But rather than let her climb all over him, he insisted that she roll onto her back and let him penetrate her loins. Tina, naturally, agreed, and provided her brother with plenty of room to move in, as well as a steady flow of clitoral ease juice.
Charley began by easing his column of flesh slowly down the flesh tube. The mushroom head snagged Tina's erect clitoris on the way in, and she nearly gave them both away with an involuntary gasp and screech. She recovered herself just in time. Brother and sister lay perfectly still listening for the all clear snores: the sounds of both their parents asleep and unawares. When they heard that, they went back to rubbing and sliding their smooth, moist bodies against each other. They went back to balling.
"Oh, my," said Tina, "this is just the way I imagined it would be with you, Charley."
"What?" he asked. "You figured on doing this some day?" Sliding his cock all the way into her tube, he asked her again: "You planned this?"
"Oh, no," she said spreading her legs. "I just thought about it every now and then."
Charley rubbed his palms across her nipples. Then he pulled back and rubbed his sister's smooth inner thighs. The flesh was as supple and slick as could be asked for. He used one finger to adjust the right lip of her twat. It had begun to rub awkwardly, so he spread it more, thus giving his penis a freer slide in and out of her well-greased twat.
"Fuck me harder," she sighed. "You know what I mean, Charley? It feels like you're just doing it too slow. Can't you go really hard?" She complained like a bitch about his style, but he didn't mind. After all, it wasn't that often that you got to set your penis into a girl as nice as Charley's sister, so you put up with a little of the arrogance that many pretty women have.
In any event, he shoved harder. He slammed his hips down into hers. "Oh, yeah," she said, feeling his cock grinding out her pussy. "That's what I like, Charley. I like it really big and hard." To prove her point she opened her legs and contracted her internal muscles.
"Nice squeeze action, sis," said Charley. "You do that well."
"You deserve it," she said. "Maybe I should give you my special little extra something. Just for you." She rolled her hips right and left several times so that Charley's hefty prick could slide into and out of every fold of slippery flesh his sister had to offer. "I got something extra nice for you," she said when she'd finished helping him pioneer her cavity. "Pull out for a minute."
Reluctantly, he pulled his slippery sex muscle out of his sister's twat. From the warm, moist inside he went to the damp, cold outside. Immediately he wanted to be back in her.
"OK, " she said, "now get up on your hands and knees and your sister is going to give you the kind of treatment that the girls at school probably don't even know about." She smiled and pushed and pulled on him until he lifted up on his hands and knees. He hoped she wasn't going to pull the same stunt as Vera had.
His wish came true. Rather than rub her cunt against his ass, Tina had chosen to rub her tongue against his ass. It felt like someone had stuffed his ass crease with fresh, slick liver. The mouth muscle traveled so smoothly along his crack, that he had no idea how to ask for more. He was dumbfounded. Never had he had so much pleasure in one place. "God damn, sis," he grunted, "you know how to get me going." His cock had nearly sprung out of his groin. And when Tina applied her oral organ to the bunghole itself, Charley moaned and writhed in ecstasy: "Shit! Fuck my butt!"
"Yes," she agreed, "it's delicious, no?"
He took her comment to be a cue. "Turn around," he directed his sister. "I'll give you some of the same. It's only fair."
Tina obediently turned around. Rather than rest on hands and knees, however, she spread out flat. He laid down on the backs of her smooth, young legs. It was like having a warm, flesh mattress. She was sweet and soft and all of her curves were like contours made for his body. He slid his face up between her smooth ass cheeks. There he insisted that she part her buttocks to make space for his "search and devour" tongue. She spread her nubile thighs, the backs of which were only slightly less smooth than the fronts, and Charley drilled his sister's anus with more mouth muscle than he knew he had. The bunghole crater opened wide as Tina submitted to Charley's long, wet muscle. His virulent tongue meat was as much a thrill for her anal canal as his potent flesh spike was for her pussy vessel. "Fuck me up the ass-hole, Charley," she finally begged him. "Just for a minute or two give it to me up the ass-hole!"
He was ready to oblige. He dipped his thorny spike between her spacious loins. There he rubbed his meaty dick in the heated, greasy well. Finally, properly lubed, he favored her crack with his oily dipstick.
"Uuuumhp," she said. "Come on, I'm ready."
"I like to rub a little," he explained. "Just for a minute." Back and forth along the sides of her narrow butt trough he ran his sword. The hot, greased iron sizzled with every stroke. "I'm gonna like this," he chuckled. The more he rubbed, the more his sister wiggled and tried to spread her buttocks. "Come on," she intoned, "aren't you ready yet?"
"OK, already," he said, losing patience. "Here." He whipped open her ass crack by palming each of her small butt globes in each of his two hands. The crack thus rent, he. speared the beveled crater called her bunghole with the massive mushroom head of his prick. But the tight anal orifice was not suited for such a quick entry. Despite the lubrication, and despite Charley's efforts to prevent it, his sister's ass-hole was stricken with agony. "Oh, no!" she screeched. "Too much hog! Too fucking much!"
She writhed away, tried to escape. But now her brother's cock had penetrated just beyond the sphincter muscle which once pierced tightened. The result: Charley's mushroom headed penis lodged below the sphincter and, due to the thick muscular ridge around the crown, could not now withdraw without causing considerable agony.
Of course, for Charley, it was a very pleasant feel. The tight anal muscles in his sister's hot butt squeezed involuntarily on his thick shaft. The milking action rippled up and down his penis. "Nice," he would say, forging ahead. "Good," he commented, jamming harder. "Ooooh," he grunted, supplying her with the full cylinder of flesh. "How is it for you."
"Uuuuumhp," grunted the teenage wonder woman. "It's not good, Charley. You got to get it out of there before I die!"
"Sure," he said. He used the palms of his hands to spread Tina's buttocks. As best he could, Charley massaged the ass-hole cheeks open. At what he took to be an appropriate moment, he yanked his massive organ out from his sister's butt hole. "Look at that thing, Tina," he said with an excited voice. "Look at that!"
Tina's ass ached, but she strained and craned her neck to regard her brother's massive sex organ. "Oh, wow," she said, "I had no idea."
To their surprise, the pole had come out covered with shit. The feces dripped from the rod, down to the base, and here and there was a piece of old kleenex or tissue paper. "You better wash that thing off," she directed him, "before you expect me to put it back in my mouth."
"The ass fuck," Charley reminded her, "was your idea. So you better wash me off, eh?" He winked and they both went tip toeing to the bathroom. There she took a washcloth to her brother's sex organ. She scrubbed the shit off the muscle. The hardest places to remove the filth she discovered to be the base and the mushroom rim. But when he was soaped and washed and cleansed, she smiled and admired the strength of her brother's erection. "Gee, Charley," she said, "you're still rock hard!"
She took him by the joint and led the way back to the bedroom. "You know," she said, "I'm glad we have a room of our own. Otherwise this would be really difficult. But now, since we live together and all, we can do a lot of fucking with each other. It'll make up for Mom and Dad fighting, eh?"
Charley sat down on the edge of his bed. "I guess so," he said, scratching his head. Tina smiled. "Here," she told him softly, "Let me brace that thing for you."
She wrapped her fist around the base of his cock. Enveloping his meaty organ with her mouth, she lipped it back and forth, from side to side. When she had had enough of sucking his big pecker, she took to massaging it with both hands. She had smooth, slender fingers, and small round fists. Her soft digits kneaded the bony flesh. Soon the joint throbbed between her rolling palms. "Oh, my," she observed, "it's pulsing and everything."
"Yes," said Charley, smiling at his blushing sister. "I'm going to be spraying any minute now."
"Wait," she said. "Get up into that bed. Come on, let me get up there too. I want to have that big thing in me. It's no good just to go shooting off everywhere with no cunt around it. You hang on a second." By the time she'd completed her harangue about emission with no receptacle, she'd maneuvered onto the bed, under his body, around his legs, onto his cock. She lifted her knees, spread her loins, and propped up the backs of her thighs against his strong shoulders so that she rested, her brother's pulsing prick deep inside her twat, with most of her weight on the base of her spine.
While he thrust his hot and powerful banana shaped organ in and out of Tina's pussy, Charley couldn't help but compare his sister and his mother. Where Tina was slender and long, supple, with big but especially smooth titties, his mother was hot and more intimate with ample thighs and more muscular legs. While Tina's cunt was narrow and smooth and nearly too slick, Vera's, Charley's mother's pussy, that is, was extremely muscular, capable of twisting and jerking his rod in nearly any desired direction. And lastly, while Tina offered her brother the zest and enthusiasm of youth and drug-crazed love, his mother's balling was sublte, passionate, and quick. Vera always knew what she wanted and how; Tina loved to experiment to get the exactly right fuck going.
"Oh, Charley," begged Tina, "hit me harder with that powerhouse muscle of yours, honey." She rocked his meat and gripped it with full strength with her hot twat muscles. "Come on, really grind it down in there. I want to feel the ridges, Charley. I've come this far, I want the juice. Come on." She rolled and gyrated under his passionate drilling. She squirmed in an effort to get quickly to orgasmic ecstasy.
"Get your cunt tight," he told her. "I'm gonna give you what I can now." She gripped harder. He rubbed his meat in and out quickly, penetrating depths beyond which would only give his sister pain. Soon, he knew, he would flood her small narrow channel with a full load of hot come. He jerked his meat this way and that to make sure that he would get the maximum pleasure from the final few strokes. The thrusting action gave his sister the thrill she'd been looking for.
"Uuuuuhh," she grunted, "that's it, Charley. That's it. Fuck me like that!" She wiggled and writhed in order to have his meat exactly the why she liked it, hot and juicy against her clitoris.
He happily supplied her with a few more strokes, but then, after squirting seven or eight large drops of jism into her pussy, he shriveled up and withdrew.
"Oh, my," she groaned, "all done? Already?"
"Afraid so," he said dejectedly. If only she knew, he thought to himself, how he'd fucked twice before earlier that evening. "In a short while," he suggested, "we can do it again."
"Well, I wonder-"
They both froze in the early morning darkness because Tom Benson was hollering:
"What the God damn fuck is this on my ever-loving cock? I don't believe my eyes. I've been attacked by some sort of monster. Shit!" He was yelling from the bathroom where he must have stumbled in in the dark to urinate, and, turning on the light he had discovered his daughter's secret paint job. Tina giggled and let Charley in on the secret.
"You better get into your own bed," warned Charley. "Hurry up."
Tom Benson continued hollering: "What nincompoop ass-hole has a green cock? I don't fucking believe it?" The toilet flushed, the light went out, and he stumbled through the darkness into the master bedroom where Vera slept. He was still muttering, still half-crocked, when he lay down next to his wife and went back to sleep.
Tina and Charley fell asleep a short while later, just as the morning sun began to break through.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom Benson rolled out of bed with a severe hangover. It was easily well after noon, and he was the first one in his house to wake. "Vera, Vera!" he said to his wife. He shook her by the shoulder and her sheet fell down to leave her naked shoulders and breasts open to Tom's hungry view. "Mmmmmm, honey," he whispered, "wake up."
As he shook her gently by the shoulder, he also used one hand to play with her tit. He tugged the sleeping nipple, caressed the large brown cap, and stroked the breast flesh. Vera rolled onto her back. Her smooth pendular titties hung to either side of her chest.
"God damn," moaned Tom, "I wonder what happened last night that I'm so fucking horny right now?" He mustered up the courage to begin licking his wife's fruity chest. He stroked her with his tongue, licked the nipples and the rim of the caps, and then swabbed the full creamy flesh of each fat titty. "Oh, nice," he gasped, "very nice!"
"What?" moaned Vera. "What is it?"
"Nothing, darling," said Tom. He pulled the sheets up so that just her titties showed. Everything else was covered. But when she had gone back to sleep, he pulled the sheet down again. "Now," he said, rubbing his hands in invisible soap and water and making himself ready, "now I'm going to get myself a nice long feel of that big gorgeous chest." He smacked his lips and took to running his fingers lightly along the gentle slopes of Vera's breasts.
"Ahhhh," she groaned in her sleep, "mmmm, what's that, what's that." She lifted a hand up to where he rubbed her and she pressed his palm against her chest. "Ooooh, nice." She opened her eyes part way. "Tom?" she asked. "Tom, is that you?"
"Of course it is," he said, getting ready to climb onto her, "who did you think would be rubbing your titties at this hour of the day?"
"Oh, honey," she said clasping his hands close to her body, "I love that special feel you give me." She took his hand and especially one finger. Spreading her legs, she applied his digit to the insides of her body. "There," she said, "give it to me there."
Tom could feel Vera's slippery twat. It was wet and juicy, like a nice ripe tangerine. He wondered if he'd get some nice tangy taste out of her. He used his other hand to press and mold and massage her chest. Meanwhile his finger fucking began to heat Vera's groin. She rocked around on his digit, moaning and groaning and leaking and gushing. "Ahhhhh," she sighed every now and then, "this is the way to wake up in the morning, darling. I love you." He slid down between her legs so that he would have a better access to her hot juicing twat.
There the sap spilled freely. It was slimy and greasy. He kept his finger going in her cunt, and he used his other hand to rub her sweet tender loins. Soon he had her pelvis rocking and rolling around on his hand. He used the middle digit that fucked her honey pot to stimulate her clitoris. It was easy to get Vera as hot as necessary.
When she felt that she could benefit from his long cock, she rolled her head back and said: "Come on, Tom, honey, give me that boner. Stuff me up good." She rolled her hips from side to side and begged him for the long hot meat she was accustomed to getting. "You can do it, Tom. I know you can. Stuff that prick joint right down my twat hole. Do it to me, Tom. I want that long hot stick of penis up my twat hole! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
He waited a moment because he wanted to have a long soft feel of her smooth-as-silk thighs. He rubbed his palms along the tops of her legs, and then between her legs, too. "Ooooh," he grunted now and then, "baby, you and I are made for each other."
"Tom, honey," she cried, "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean for you to be so angry at me. I'm sorry I picked a fight."
Tom couldn't even remember what had happened the night before. He was so drunk he had forgotten that at one point he had his rod in Vera's twat hole. "That's OK, " he told her even though he had no idea what she was referring to. "Let bygones be bygones."
Vera rolled her heavy hips. "Honey," she pleaded, "won't you give me that penis now?" Her melodious voice convinced Tom that the time was right.
"OK, " he said, "Let me climb on in there."
A big smile spread across Vera's face. She loved it when Tom stretched out inside her hot pussy. It was only when he got so terribly drunk and ornery as he had the previous night that she didn't feel safe to fuck him. But now, with his big firm meat rubbing here and there against her legs, she felt that everything would be all right. So she spread her legs and helped him enter her.
"Oh, yeah, babe," he sighed as his dick sank into her well. "That's what I call a nice honey pot." He pushed hard to make sure that he had nailed his meat all the way down into her tube. "It's gotta be all the way in there, you know."
She heaved her pelvis up into his groin. "Get it in, honey," she told him. "Get it all the way in."
He drilled her with his heavy flesh stick. Her open pussy took all the hog he had. She spread out the lips of her vagina by using her hands. This way his prick didn't rub against too many hairs, and this way, too, she was able to get the massive cock muscle inside her just the way she liked it. Then she bore down, used her great contracting slippery twat muscles to pull on his switching, thrusting pole.
"Ahhhh," moaned Tom Benson. "That's what I call a good fucking, babe. You really know how to move those hips." He floated on her magic flesh carpet. She gave him a ride better than he probably deserved, but then again he was giving her a good hunk of meat to work with, too.
"Nice," she cooed, getting ready to cream all over that stick of his. "You got what it takes, Tom. It's just right, honey." She rotated her hips around his stick. The flesh pole vibrated inside her slippery twat. She could make that meat bounce or jiggle or shake, whatever she wanted, just by moving her hips in this or that direction. When she swung her smooth thighs and hot twat to the right, the right side of Tom's penis was sliding and slipping for a special thrill. And if she jerked her meat filled crotch the other way, the other side of his pecker was rubbed and stimulated.
"My, oh, my!" grunted Tom Benson. His wife gave the kind of fuck that he thoroughly enjoyed. "You gonna rip me off, darling?"
"Sure," she said. "You say when."
"Now," he said. "Right fucking now."
She lifted her hand down to her twat, where his pole worked in and out of her. She dipped her own finger into the flow of ooze and greased it up. Then she slid around one hip and came down inside his ass crease. Finally, she clogged his bunghole with a knuckle of fresh finger digit. "Oh shit!" wailed Tom. "Fuck me!"
His joint shot forward and he filled his wife's tube with more hot cock organ than she thought he had on him. He buried his thick spurting flesh spike in her bush, between her flapping slippery lips, way down deep. She rolled her butt and made sure, by squeezing his hairy buttocks, that she got every last drop of his semen in her.
"My, oh, my!" cried Tom Benson. "That's what I call fucking!" He rolled off Vera's warm body. Juice dripped from his meat. "Look, nun," he said. "Look at my joint!"
"I see," she said. "It's big and stiff." She saw that he dripped semen. "You want me to suck that?"
"Yes," he said. "Suck it up. Swallow that jism. Clean me off."
She leaned down in his crotch. To help her, he spread his legs. "There you go, honey, it's all yours." He smiled and lay back to enjoy himself. Vera tongued his joint, lipped the crown, sucked up the last drops of semen. "Uuuuuuuhhh," she hummed. "Good wet ooze."
"Yes," said Tom. "Nothing but the best." He reached down and held the sides of her face. He pushed the hot lipped mouth this way and that. He used her face like a universal joint. "Suck," he commanded, "suck that stick."
She finished him off and licked him clean. When it was all over she blushed with a new, vigorous heat. "You know," she said, "I didn't really get mine that time."
"Oh?" said Tom, not really very sympathetic. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?" He pinched her on the cheek of her ass. "You want me to fuck you up the butt?"
"No," she said. "I don't want anything of the kind." She lay back down in bed. "I just thought that if you felt like a gentleman you might go and stick that nice stiff rod of yours inside my pussy again." She opened her legs. "See how juicy it is in there?"
He stared at her sweltering cunt. The pubic hairs were wet and shiny. The thick wet lips surrounding her vagina glistened with a fresh coating of slippery wet ease juice. He thought for a minute that he could even see her clitoris meat throbbing like a spastic little finger inside. She held the lips open so that he could see in. "Isn't that nice?" she said. "Wouldn't you like to make me come?" Some semen dripped out along the bottom wall of her channel and made a small puddle in the sheets below. "Wouldn't you like to stuff that big meaty spike in there?" She reached out and grabbed hold of his hot thick cock. "Your joint is so strong," she told him, "I bet you could fuck three women at once."
"Come on, honey," he said. "I ain't gonna fuck you any more." He grabbed her wrist and squeezed. She had to let go of his meaty stick.
"Awe, come on," she begged rolling over and trying to catch hold of him as he got up from the bed. "Please, Tom, I need it. All you have to do is rub my clitoris. You know, just a little rub on my meat and you'll have it made. What do you say?"
"You rub it," he snapped. "I got things to do." He dressed and left her alone in bed.
Vera spread her legs apart. She pulled the sheets up over her waist so that she would not watch herself masturbate. She used her index finger to ply the friendly little clit standing up inside her twat. "Oooh," she gasped out loud as she rubbed the rubbery meaty twat joint, "oooh, God!" She tugged with two fingers at it, pushed it this way and that, and jammed a finger from her other hand in and out of her tube. Sometimes she pushed her greasy digit in and out of her ass-hole, just to be sure she was getting plenty of lusty stimulation. Just when she thought she was about to have an orgasm, when her legs were covered with neat chills, when her gushing cunt was oozing lots of ease juice, and just when her nipples had become fully aroused and erect, the bedroom door opened. She turned to see who it was: "Oh, my, Charley, how are you this morning?"
"Fine, Mom," said Charley, rubbing his eyes. "You mind if I come in?" He stepped forward and shut the door behind him. "You sure do look good this morning."
"Come over here," said Vera, "and sit down." She took her hand out of her cunt, her finger out of her tube, and indicated the space of bed next to her. "Sit down, Charley. I think we better have a little chat."
He came over and sat on the bed where his father had been a few minutes before. "What's up, Mom? Isn't Dad around?"
"He left a little while ago," she said. "You remember what we did last night?"
"Gee, Mom, you'd think I was a kid the way you talk. Of course I remember last night. It was great."
"Do you remember how your father left me? Alone and horny?"
"Sure," said Charley. "It was a rotten trick, too."
"Yes," she agreed, "but now I feel the same way. He stuck his dick in me, got his jollies, and left." She pulled the sheets down so that Charley could see the runny juice leak from her hole. "So," she added, "I think it's only fair that you plank your mother one more time, just to keep me even with him."
"I'd love to, Mom, but you don't know where he is. He might come in any minute."
"He probably went out to get some beer and get drunk again. Just check and see if the car's in the garage. If not, then we can go ahead and not worry about a thing." She smiled and bid him leave to see about the car.
He ran to the backyard. Sure enough, the garage was empty. He ran back to his mother's room and slammed the door behind him. He started tearing off his clothes. "You were right, Mom. The car's gone. We're all alone. Except for Tina, but she won't bother us." He was naked with his limp joint hanging between his legs. "Look at that," he said, climbing in next to his mother's hot body, "my prick is soft like banana meat."
"Don't you worry," said Mrs. Benson with a cheerful smile, "I'm gonna take care of everything." She inspected her son's soft pecker. "It looks to me like it's still got juice on it from yesterday."
Charley didn't bother to tell his mother about how he and his sister Tina had been fucking early that morning. "Yeah," he said, "I haven't had a chance to shower yet."
"Well," said Mrs. Benson, "come on. Our work is cut out for us." She hopped out of bed in the nude. Her big bosoms were bouncing this way and that. It was everything Charley could do just to follow that long full body to the bathroom without tackling her and shoving his meat up her cunt. Who cared, he thought, if there was a little extra juice around his prick?
But he curtailed the impulse to rape his mother, and, instead, he followed her into the tub. There, before they put on the shower, Vera Benson rubbed his meat with grease. "You'll like this," she said, "it's like butter." She spread the slippery ooze on his meaty rod. "And it tastes good, too, if ever somebody asks you about that. I know. It's the stuff I use on your father's rod when I want him sticking it up my ass-hole." She continued to spread the clear paste across his big, stiff joint. "See how nice that feels?" she said spreading it down the top of his shaft. When her finger arrived at the head of his meat she rubbed back and forth. Then she wiped off the excess goo on his leg. "Just for good luck," she said. "A little extra grease never hurt."
"Can I put some on you, Mom?" he asked.
She was happy to hear him become a little more aggressive. "I'd like that," she said. "Start with my ass-hole." She handed him the jar and bent over in front of him. "Go on," she said, "take a fingerful of that stuff and rub it into my crack."
He stared down at the long curve and crack. There was plenty of room to slide a finger and lubricate. He jammed his digit into the jar and began spreading the grease along the groove.
"Oooh," groaned his mother, "that's the way to get me greasy, son. Just keep that up." She spread her legs a little more and reached back to hold her buttocks apart for him. "There you go," she said, "now you can get right in there and get me really well-lubricated."
He stared down into her shit hole. The beveled crater attracted the most attention. He thought for sure that if he poked her with a finger of grease the way he wanted, that she would scream bloody murder. But he decided to risk it. He covered his middle finger with the slippery lubricant and jammed it in hard.
"Oh, my," she said softly, "you have discovered my ass-hole, Charley. That's nice."
To his surprise, and delight, she enjoyed the poke to her bunghole. "Yes, Mom," he said, "I sure have found out about your ass-hole."
"Why don't you stick that cock of yours in there. I'll bend over a little more and keep my butt open for you with my hands. You just stick that heavy duty pole of yours all the way in."
"Whatever you say, Mom," said Charley. "Whatever you say." He rocked forward with his stiff flesh prong. He forked her with his rod. The meaty sword sank into her open butt breach.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "I like that stick up there. Give it to me harder, Charley, and I'll be in anal heaven."
He couldn't believe his ears. He'd buried his cock in her ass-hole muscle and there was no more meat to give her. Yet his lovely mother wanted more of his stick. So he reared back and cocked his sex muscle at the outside of her shit tube entrance. He prepared to skewer the meaty ass-hole. Wham! He jammed it in.
"Ooooh, my, that's the way!" she creamed. "Gimme your hands and I'll show you a little trick or two." She reached up and took her son's hands from her smooth shoulders. One she applied to her titties, to the full bosom and her red chest. The other she guided down into her cunt. There, in the stream of hot ooze, she pinched his finger and pulled him to the site of her clit. "Now," she said, "if you jerk on my clitoris while you stuff my ass-hole, then you'll give me just the right kind of thrill."
So Charley tried that for a while. He rocked into his mother's meaty rear end. His fingers meanwhile plied her clit, or tugged her titties. "This is fun," he whispered in her ear. "I like it like this."
"Good," she said. "I do too."
They were standing in the tub so they didn't have to worry about making a mess. "Listen," said Mrs. Benson, "I have to go to the bathroom. Then, after I urinate, it'll be that much better. I won't have to think about it."
"Sure," said Charley, "I understand." He started to back out of his mother's ass-hole.
"Were are you going?" she complained.
"Well, I thought..."
"Just move your hand," she said.
Charley took his hand out of his mother's hot box. "O.K., " he said. "Now what?"
"Now," she said, "I'm going to take a quick whiz." She let loose her urine and the piss went leaking down the inside of her leg. Still Charley's cock was up her ass-hole in the middle of the fresh buggering. "Oh, shit," she groaned, tightening her muscles on his pecker as she peed in front of them both, "I'm almost done. Then is when we'll really get rocking!"
When she had finished peeing she took his hand again. "OK, I'm ready for more masturbation action in my cunt, honey. You take care of my clit and the finger-fucking there. I'll just give your penis a nice rubbing with my shit tube."
"Sure, Mom," said Charley, rubbing his pecker back and forth in her tube, "any way you want it." He jammed his meat down into her, applied his fingers to her other hole, and waited to feel the milking action of her ass-hole. Soon she massaged him as though her butt tube were a hot twat. There was enough juice and space that he could move from side to side in the abnormally large channel. "Hot shit," he grunted, "it's tight and warm in there, but I sure can get a good feel out of you, Mom. I love this ass-hole fucking!"
"Good, hun," she grunted, "but try not to forget about stuffing my cunt tube, too. You have to use your finger for that, you know."
He took the cue and began to tug on his mother's hot wet clit. He couldn't be sure if some of the juice from her urine had mixed with her clit ooze. But it didn't really matter because a minute later Vera turned on the shower, saying as she did, "It's time we got cleaned up and back into bed, honey. We want to be through in my twat before your father gets home."
"That's for sure," said Charley. He yanked his prick out of her anal tube, took a quick shot and stroke along the course of the slippery groove, and then let loose of her all together. "Oh, Mom," he muttered, "this is just so fucking hot and juicy here. I don't know if I want to let go of you." He was looking at her full bunghole.
"Now you just wait," she said, turning around and facing him. "I'm going to give you one of the finest fucks you ever had. In my twat hole. It's going to be so slippery that you'll feel like you're in a swimming pool, and it's going to be so tight that you'll think you're getting a hand job. Mmmmmmm?"
So, under the steaming hot water of the shower, they washed each other off. Vera was the first to apply the slippery soap to her hands. She sudsed up her palms and then rubbed Charley's stiff pecker clean. She soaped and rubbed and slid the hot pecker between her palms. Then she applied some of the oily cleanser to her belly and pressed that part of her lean body against Charley's upright prick. "How's that feel?" she asked her son. "You like to get your prick into the soap and water action?"
"Oh, Maw," he moaned, "I love that." His dick went sliding up and down along her soaped belly. Her jumbo titties rubbed along his chest, too. They were slipping and sliding like jelly bean bags, rubbing on his shoulders and against his chest. His mother leaned close to him and her lips spread open. "I'm going to kiss you, Charley," she whispered, "with my hot lips and with my tongue, honey."
"Mmmmmm," said Charley. "Go ahead, Mom." The water steamed over them as his mother leaned close and pressed her open mouth lips against her son's face. Her tongue wandered in and out of his mouth, filled him up with the delicious feel of hot oral meat. She French kissed him for a long time. While she did, she reached down between their bodies and took his cock in her hand. She slid it against her slippery flesh. The rubbery head, sensitized by all the stimulation, turned cherry red as Charley's mother rubbed and pushed the hefty meat against her body. "Oooooh," she said, pulling away from the kiss, "that was very nice, son. Very, very nice."
Carefully, she knelt between his legs. She took his cock and placed it in her face. The shower continued to rain on them. She sucked his dick back and forth, rubbing the shaft with her cheeks and her tongue. Then she stuck a finger in his ass-hole and probed his shit tube. Finally, she rubbed her chin next to his balls and said: "We better get up and dry off a little, honey. It's time for that."
She turned off the shower and watched her strong teenage son step from the shower. "You know," she said as his buttocks spread to hurtle the edge of the tub, "I think I'd like to ream out your ass-hole, Charley. Would you like that? Just a quick little ream before you fuck my cunt?"
"Sure, Mom," said Charley. "Let's go to it!" He bent over, his hands on the back of the toilet, and gave her enough room to get into his ass-hole with her tongue. She sat on the edge of the tub so that her face was at just the right place and height. Her tongue went sliding up and down in his ass crease.
"Oh, Maw," he muttered in ecstasy, "that's really nice and slippery. You got the best tongue in the house, you know that? The absolute best!" She used her hands to spread his firm cheeks. The bunghole, smaller than her own, was clean and round. It tapered down into the dark tube. She opened wide and her lizard like tongue shot down into the cavity. "Ahhhhh," groaned Charley, "that is what I call a terrific ream out, Mother. Really the best." His ass wobbled with ecstasy as she gave his corn-hole a good tongue cleansing.
"Alright," said Vera, pulling her tongue out of his shit tube, "it's time to get the fuck underway. Not that we haven't had plenty of fun like this."
"Yes, indeed," said Charley, rubbing his hands together, sliding his palms back and forth, "Let's get going with it."
Vera took him by the hand. Mother and son, the latter with a jumbo and fully extended penis flopping this way and that, started out of the bathroom. "It's going to be a lot of fun, honey," she said. "You just wait until you get that prick of yours into my oozing pussy."
It wasn't until they arrived in the bedroom that they discovered something very interesting. Charley opened the door for his mother and said: "I sure am going to enjoy sticking this big hard cock of mine up your sweet oozing tube, Mom." Then he looked at the king-sized bed and had for himself a very big surprise.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, well, well," said Tom Benson who lay sprawled out on the big bed, "who's been sitting in my chair?" He had his legs spread out and his big joint flopped around in his hand because he was adjusting himself better to see his son and wife as they stood shocked and naked in the doorway. "You didn't expect me back so soon?" he asked.
"Ah, no, gee, Dad, we, ah..." stammered Charley. He had no idea what to say. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he was embarrassed. "We were just coming to tell you about..."
"About your big cock, Charley?" Tom Benson laughed and reached for a half-empty bottle on the end table next to the bed. He took a long gulp of the brown liquor and spoke with the bottle in his hand. "You were saying, son?
Or maybe your mother would like to explain this unfortunately compromising situation I've caught you two in. Well, Vera, what do you have to say for yourself."
Vera shook her head and let go Charley's hand. "You big hulk of nothing. Get the hell out of here. You can't keep me pinned up like this anymore. Charley and I can take care of each other, and-Tina, too. But you, you're a no good son of a bitch if ever there was one." She hollered on and on pointing her finger, shaking her fist. But her husband merely lay there laughing in her face: "Ha, ha, ha," he guffawed. "Whoa, isn't that a good one? I come home and catch my son and his mother in bed together, butt fucking in the bathroom, and I'm the one to blame! Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! Vera, you have a terrific sense of humor." He took another swill from the bottle. "I really have to hand it to you, a terrific sense of humor."
Charley blushed, took his mother by the hand and said: "You better not provoke him
Mom. He's right, we made a mistake and we ft
"Nonsense," she said. "Your father is a big ass-hole and he knows it. All he can do is intimidate you into feeling bad." She wrenched free. Her fat titties shook while she went and yelled some more at Tom Benson, Charley's father. "You get that big fat dick out of my bed," she scolded him. "I don't want you around here anymore. Understand?"
"Eat it, cunt," he shouted back. "Eat my fucking wand!"
"You bastard!" she yelled, jumping up onto the bed and diving for his cock. Perhaps, if she had caught hold of the meaty prong, she would have torn it off. But she missed because Tom Benson had been prepared for such a move. He merely rolled away to one side of the bed, and, when he came back, pounced on top of Vera's lovely body.
"Please, Dad," begged Charley. "Don't hurt, Mom. It's my fault. I'm the one who started it all. Don't hurt her."
"Get the hell out of here, you little ass-hole. Before I kick your butt." He twisted Vera's arm behind her.
"What the hell is going on?" cried Tina who now appeared at the doorway in her robe. "What are you doing to Maw?" she screeched. "What the fuck is happening here?"
"Hold on, sis," said Charley, taking his younger sister by the arm. "Dad's just pissed off."
"Tell her why, boy," he said, "but get the hell out of here, eh?"
"Go on," said Vera, her supple flesh rippling with fury, "you better do what he says, children. Go on and leave us. It'll be OK" Her husband pushed her arm up further along her back.
"Yes," he said, "it's going to be just fine and dandy. Ho, ho, ho. Ha, ha, ha." He had one hand at Vera's neck, the other pressed her arm up against the middle of her back. It was an obvious police hold. But it didn't look like he was going to hurt her.
"Alright, we're going," said Charley, "but don't hurt her. If you hurt her, so help me God, I'll kill you!" He and his sister backed out of the room.
"What happened?" asked Tina as they stood in the hallway. "Did Dad get drunk again? What's going on?" She was beside herself. "And you, look at you, Charley, you're naked. So were Mom and Dad. Were you all fucking or something?"
Charley took his sister by the arm. "You might as well know. I've been fucking Mom for a day or so. Just because Dad wasn't taking care of her."
"Ooooh," said Tina, as if this made everything perfectly clear. "And just now Dad found out?"
"Well," said Charley as he escorted her to the living room, "I was on my way into the bedroom with Mom with a big hard-on and we thought that Dad was out of the house, but when we opened the door, and we were both naked, well, there he was. You get the picture?"
"Yeah," she said, "I'm afraid so. You didn't have a leg to stand on."
"That's right," said Charley. "It was very embarrassing. But on the other hand, Dad's got it coming to him."
Just then Tina blushed. "About last night," she began, "I sort of made a fool out of myself. I'm sorry, but-"
"I'm not sorry," said Charley. "I liked that. I'd fuck you any time you wanted, Tina. It was great. So don't be sorry."
"You know," she said, her eyes falling to his crotch which was still naked and bare, "it might be nice to just kind of rub up against you every now and then, just because we're brother and sister and all."
"What about if we're horny," he chided her. "Can we rub up against each other and fuck?"
She took his hand and brought him up under her robe. "What do you think?" she asked, placing his hand between her smooth hot loins. "Of course we can fuck. I was just worried that you wouldn't want to since you have Mom to think about."
"Yeah," said Charley, withdrawing his hand from between his sister's legs. "We better take care of that first. We can't let Dad hurt her in there."
"Maybe there's nothing we can do," she said. "And maybe he's not going to hurt her, anyway. You don't know."
"Right," he said, "but we could listen outside the door, just to be sure."
They made their way back to the door to their parents' bedroom. It was open a crack and it was easy to hear and watch what Tom and Vera were saying and doing.
"You listen to me," she said, taking her hand out of Tom's groin, "I don't want to pull that meat of yours. I don't want to suck you off. I don't want anything to do with that joint of yours. You understand, Tom? I want to live alone with the children and that's it."
Tom Benson sat up in bed. "Now wait just a second, honey. You got to give me another chance. I been a good father to these kids, and I like sucking out your pussy."
"The only thing you like," she scolded him, "is your bottle and you. I have no use for such cheap sentiments as either of those." She crossed her arms on her big boobies. "Now get out of my bed."
Dolefully, the big drunken man stood up. "OK, Vera, you win this round. But I'll be back. You understand? I'll be back and I won't be thinking about how rotten a bitch you are, either. You'll see. It's gonna be a real nice revenge, Vera. I'm leaving now, but I'll be back to fuck you all day and all night as often as I want." He was dressed and ready to leave.
Tina and Charley rushed away from their viewing post by the bedroom door. They retreated to their own room, and watched their father's departure from there.
"You hear me?" he shouted. "It's all fucking over Vera. No more nothing!" He slammed the door so hard that it opened again. Charley could see his mother laying on her bed. She was naked and sobbing. His father marched to the front of the house, wiped everything off of the dining room table with one long swipe of his arm, and, following the crash of coffee cups and plates and napkin holder and silverware, he jerked open the front door and disappeared out into the early afternoon.
"Wow," whispered Tina, "when they get going, they really do it up right, eh?"
"Yeah," said Charley. "Really." He got up and left Tina behind. He went to the bedroom where his mother lay wiping her eyes with Kleenex. He shut the door behind him.
"Oh, Charley," she said with a start, "I'm glad it's you, honey." He sat down next to his naked mother. "Are you OK? " he asked.
"Oh, sure," she told him putting away the kleenex. "I never thought it would happen quite like that, but now it's done." She gave a quick little smile, nervous like a rabbit. "He's gone."
"Yup," said Charley. "Boy, I'm sort of glad, too."
"Yes," she said, "I know. It's sad in one way, but in another at least we're done with all that drinking and that meandering around with worried looks about when he might hit one or the other of us. And besides," she said with her hand now rubbing along his nude muscular thigh, "now you and I have each other all to ourselves."
"Yes, Mom," said Charley. "That's the best part." He felt his meat go stiff and ready. "It's going to be a lot of fun now. We'll be able to fuck as often as we want to. Whenever and wherever." His mother squeezed his meat. "That's right, honey," she concurred. "It's going to be the time of our lives!"
"Now," he said, "is as good a time as any to get started, Mom." She smiled and nodded approval. He leaned down to her full bare chest, sucked up one fat nipple, licked the titty below and hummed, "Oh, boy, this is going to be nice for me!"
"And for me, too!" added his mother who pushed his face into the flesh of her breast. "Very, very nice." She held onto his head by the sides and drove him where she wanted his mouth and that licking hot tongue of his. She could direct him into her belly, or to her titties, or even into her cunt. At one point she loosened her passionate hold on his face and said: "I'm going to turn over honey. You know what to do."
"Oh, yeah, Mom, for sure." He was excited about the next oral sex he would be getting.
His mother propped herself up on all fours and he plowed his tongue in one swift stroke down into her bunghole. The shit tube sphincter opened up for him, and he filled her anal canal with all the tongue meat she could possibly desire. "Oh, my God," she wailed, "that's what I call a delicious ream for my shit tube, honey. Just perfect!" She waved her ass-hole back and forth while Charley's buggering tongue continued to drill deeper.
"My, oh, my," she moaned a moment later. "That's hot tongue meat, babe. Enough of that. Time for some of the real McCoy!" She slid off his tongue and turned around. "And just look at that big healthy meaty prick of yours, honey. We got to put that to good use, now, don't we? Yes, indeedy! Come here!" She grabbed his big boner and pulled on it, yanked him close. He could only follow her tugging hand. So he ended up right next to her with her big fat titties rubbing against his chest. He loved that feel that the melons gave him, and he especially loved the taste of his mother's tongue jamming down his mouth as she was now doing. "Mmmmm," she hummed, Frenching out his face. "Yummmmmmmy, Mommy's favorite son!"
He rocked with her swaying hips. She drew back onto her butt. He fell forward and followed her down. "A little lick for my twat, Charley, and then we'll be ready. Just one quick lick."
He lent her his tongue. The twat spread open. The lips surrounding the fabulous vagina-fat, thick ooze-covered lips-folded slowly open. He greased one and then the other with his thin coating of hot wet saliva. "I'm gonna give you my entire juicer tongue!" With that he began, licking up and down in her bush. He was able to probe her pussy so well that within a few seconds she was gyrating in ecstasy. "My son!" she said, craving more and more of his hot mouth muscle. "My lovely son!"
He picked up his face, out of her twat, and licked her hot smooth loins. Then he kissed her smooth belly and trim hips. He worked up her body and landed a smacker on his mother's breast, between her titties, and a third on her other boob. "Now," he said, licking his chops, "I'm going to get some of that lovely kisser of yours, Mom." He opened his mouth and pressed himself against her.
But Mrs. Benson was interested in the big tough meat she could get hold of. She reached down and took a nice fistful of her young son's cock. She guided the missle into her twat chamber, head first. The mushroom crown rubbed successfully at her steamy clit. Soon she gushed like a waterfall, spread juice up and down his tool, and prepared herself to have a wonderful climax. She arched her back, spread her legs, and bounced Charley up in the air. Every time he came down it was even deeper in her cunt that his cock drilled. "Oh, my," she groaned, "that's really something else, there, son. Really very nice indeed." She tested his abilities by screwing her cunt up tight and making it difficult for him to enter. But he penetrated her with his mighty flesh prong sword the way he would have cut through butter with a hot knife.
"Oh, my!" she yelled. "Yes indeedy. Jesus fuck!" She lifted her sweaty legs up around his face and coiled his head in her loins. "I'm going to gush on you, honey. Don't go and drown now, eh?" With that she started letting the hot juice flow. There was no stopping her. Had she made a mistake, Charley's mother would have broken his neck. Her strokes on his rod Were so powerful and so swift that he hardly knew when his meat was in or out of her sweet tube. What he did know, and this was for sure, was that in just another minute he would begin to flood her cunt chamber with as much juice as possible.
"Oh, Mother!" he bleated out like a sheep. "Oh, Mother!" His spurting rod filled her with boiling sperm juice. He soon emptied himself of his full load and pulled his cock out of her pussy. "That was terrific!"
"Yes," she said, rubbing his soft ass cheeks while he lay breathless on top of her sweating body. "That was quite nice." She had a sweet smile on her face, the smile of contentment that she had not know, except from her son, in well over five years. She was honestly happy to have his cock thrusting in her, and she looked forward to the next time when they would be fucking. She petted the back of his neck softly and said: "You are a good fuck, Charley. I'm going to enjoy myself with you from now on. Do you hear me ? From now on it's you and me for fuck partners."
"Yes, Mom," said Charley. Then he dozed off with his head on his mother's fat breast.
CHAPTER SIX
The ugly chore: clean up the broken dishes, the spilled food and coffee, get rid of the mess Tom Benson made when he threw down everything from the dining room table-all of this is what Tina did while her brother and mother were fucking in the other room. She suspected they were having a grand old time while she played Cinderella. But after she'd scraped up the garbage, then she had a chance to sit back and relax and wait. She was going to have a little talk with her brother when he finished tooling Vera. After all, there were two needy women in the Benson household, and if Charley played his cards right, he could have-and satisfy-them both.
But he took too long. It seemed like forever for him to finish up with Vera. Tina grew impatient. She took off her robe and whipped a finger into her twat. Her gushing cunt speeded up immediately. She found the clit, flicked it up and down and took to gasping heartily. "Oooohh," she panted when her hips started rocking. "Me oh my, a climax is coming right up!" She folded her legs tight around her wrist. She felt her own soft heated flesh wrapped around her arm. "Uuuuhhh," she muttered softly. It was over. Her knees collapsed and her one leg fell off the couch to the floor. She lay there sprawled out, her body abandoned by her mind. She groaned half-consciously: "Uuuuuhhh." It was quick, a stopgap measure to keep her from going out of her mind while waiting. She knew she'd be hot and ready, horny and lusty in another ten minutes.
She wrapped her robe around her body and paced. The living room carpet felt soft under her bare feet. She was glad her father was gone. But her reasons were different than Charley's or her mother's. Vera wanted a good fuck, and she couldn't get it with Tom hanging all over her. And Charley wanted to fuck his mother. But Tom wouldn't let him. It was obvious why mother and son wanted husband-father to leave. But young Tina had other reasons.
She paced and stopped at the living room window. It had been a year since the first time. She couldn't forget the day. She dreaded that someone would find out, that he would blurt it in a moment of drunkenness, that he would bring all sorts of shame on her and forever spoil the love between daughter and mother.
The facts, simply stated, were these: when Tina turned fourteen her father, Tom, screwed her. He was her first, and he repeated the incestuous sexual intercourse as often as he could. Sometimes the liaison was fueled by Tom, other times by Tina. Sometimes Tina loathed the thought of her father's hot prick stuffing her young cunt, and other times she refused to live without it.
Once, while her mother hung laundry in the back yard, Tina sucked her father's big meat to a perfect erection, and then, when Vera came in cheerful and all smiles, Tina had to give up her fabulous pleasure and pretend, while Tom hid his meaty dick, that she knew nothing, understood nothing about why Tom carted Vera off to the bedroom where he had her finish him off.
She could hear wails and passionate yelps at night. When her mother had spent the day or the evening at this or that meeting, and Tina had raised Tom's meat to a perfect pitch, then she would have to retire at just the moment when things were getting right, and she would have to leave her father's passionate pecker which would be finished off by her mother in the quiet and the privacy of the bedroom.
She was jealous, on occasion, of her mother's easy luck. It would be nothing for Vera to reach her hands into Tom's trousers and pull his cock out for a suck. But if Tina even thought about such a gesture it would cause her feelings of guilt and humiliation.
And yet, each and every time that her father was left alone with her, with the opportunity to play lover instead of father, he did so.
Of course, as Tina now remembered it all, the first time was the strangest. Tom, as usual, was slovenly, drunk, hostile and vociferous. He stumbled into the bedroom where Tina tried to do homework. "There she is," he had said, "my sweet little girl, my own little daughter." He leaned on the door frame. She wondered why he was so nice to her, why he spoke softly with compliments when usually all he could say was "You get that ass of yours into bed on time, honey, or there's gonna be hell to pay." He was nice that night because he wanted to jam his cock, she found out, up her pussy. Afterwards he was obnoxious.
She was a virgin until he worked his pecker down her tube. She bled on that occasion, not a lot, but enough to frighten her. But she knew better than to go to her mother and ask what to do. She suffered the humiliation alone, and she grew to know about her body, about her twat. without the help or the kindness of any pleasant man or woman.
So it was that Tina recalled her adventures with her father. There was the time, once she'd become used to the notion of fucking him, that he'd taken her out in the garage, during the commercial for a football game. Vera washed dishes at the sink, and Charley busied himself with homework. She'd happened through the room at half-time. Tom reached up with the hand that didn't hold a beer can and grabbed her wrist. "Honey," he had said, "I wanted to show you something I made for you in the garage." She knew it was an excuse to get her alone, and she looked at her mother who appeared to know nothing, and then she looked at his crotch where an obvious bulge had developed. He had held her by the wrist and brought her out to the garage so that he could prop her up on the washing machine, there to ream out her cunt with his big horny, paternal prick. She was fourteen and it hadn't taken more than a couple of minutes.
Her twat hole was tight then, at least tighter than now. The muscles were better now than they were then. She had more control after a year of fucking her father's penis than she had before they began.
She stood at the window and recalled the time that she and her father had been caught in the act. He had his steaming sword slicing up and down in her pussy. She had her legs bent back and up so that he could get more of his hefty boner into her hole. She gushed and grabbed onto his back in preparation for the orgasmic climax. But suddenly a strange woman, without knocking, appeared in the bedroom. She had said: "Well, Tom Benson, you get it from just about everyone, don't you?" She smiled and walked away with her heels clicking on the hardwood floor in the hallway and living room. This time they heard the living-room door. "Who was that, Daddy?" she'd asked. But he didn't say anything. "Forget her," he'd said, and he plowed his meaty shaft down her cunt hole again. Relentlessly he'd finished himself off in her greasy hole. As on other occasions he'd left her hanging and frustrated with no pleasure that she could call ultimate. He'd always done it that way, with no regard for whether or not she was pleased and gratified. She'd asked him again about the strange woman, so lovely, so mysterious, and he'd told her to "Shut the fuck up or I'll kick your ever lovin' ass." With that he'd thrown her out of the bed. She'd wondered for a long time if the strange woman was going to tell her mother about how she was fucking him, about how she screwed Daddy.
But the time passed quickly. Soon she'd learned to accept the incestuous intercourse, even to enjoy it. At the end she dreamed about it, begged him on occasion to fill her hot horny channel. Of course, when she'd begun fucking other men, boys at school, for example, she knew not to tell Tom.
An itch in Tina's hungry cunt brought her back to the present. She scratched the edge of her wet bush, and then she turned away from the window. She was pleased to find Charley standing at the hallway door. He'd been watching her stare out the living room window.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello," she replied.
"Mom and I-"
"I know," she said. "You don't have to worry about me." She pulled her robe around her long slender legs. Her big tits could be seen in the V-neck, but only the smooth tops.
Charley, however, was nude except for a towel. "What were you thinking about?" he asked.
"Oh, just things," she squeaked. "You know, girl things." She smiled and walked over near him. "I wanted to talk to you, though. You told me yesterday, or this morning-it's been such a long day I forget-about you and Mother, so I want to be sure that you and T have something for ourselves, too."
"You don't have to worry about that, sis," said Charley. He reached into her terry cloth robe and gave a neat stroke to one of his sister's irresistible titties. The nipple sprouted like an animated flower cartoon. "Oh, nice," he said. "Really terrific."
She blushed and reached down to the towel. "Where's Mom?"
"Asleep."
She pulled on the towel. "Come on," she said, "Let's see it. We don't have to worry about Mom or Dad. Let's do some really nice screwing."
Charley still held the towel in place. "You sure that's what you want?" he asked.
"Of course, I'm sure," she said. "What do you think? I'd say for you to fuck me and not know what I meant."
"Some people do that kind of thing," said Charley, suddenly wiser beyond his teenage years. "After all, take Dad for example, he-" But Charley saw the expression on his sister's face change. "What is it, Tina? Something I said? About Dad?"
"Oh, no," she said. "What could you say about Daddy that would bother me?" She tried to look away from him.
"It is about him, isn't it?" Charley persisted. He grabbed his sister by the shoulders and shook her toward him. "Tell me what it is, Tina. Come on, tell me!"
She stared blankly at him for a moment, but then a sorrowful, all-telling look came into her eyes. He let loose of her. He knew immediately that his sister had been fucking his father. "Oh," he said, "it's like that, is it. Well, don't you worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything. I won't tell Mom a word."
She looked up bright-eyed and relieved. "Really? You promise?"
"Scout's honor!" he said holding up one hand.
She took advantage of his lack of preparedness to pull off the towel. "That's what I want!" she exclaimed. "That prick!"
"Hey," he complained, "that's not fair."
She fell on her knees and held his joint in her face. Her lips worked quickly up and down his joy stick. "What's not fair?" she asked after she'd wet down the entire muscle. "That I suck you off? Or what?"
"Forget it," he said catching his breath. "Forget I said anything." Under the robe her shoulders were smooth and tanned. He held her there while she stroked his dick with her long, narrow tongue. She rotated her mouth around and around her brother's hot meat. "I like that, Tina," he told her, still standing in the doorway to the hall. "I like that a lot." She held onto the base of his meat with both hands, with two small fists. She pulled on the root while her tongue rubbed at the crown. Then she pushed on his loins, indicated to him to spread his legs.
He opened up for her by letting his feet slide sideways. Tina took advantage of the new access. She applied one hand to the breach in her brother's ass. There she slid a finger back and forth until finally she landed the same digit up the bunghole. Simultaneously, she stroked his meat with her tongue, and she rubbed his balls with her smooth palm.
"You lick better than Mom," he said. "I mean it." He watched her go at his prick, as though it were the last penis in the world. That kind of suck, he was sure, even through his limited experience, would be hard to find. So he applied his hands to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her silky hair. He loved his sister, in many more ways than one.
"Oh, now," she said, seeing how big his stick had become, "we have to get into bed someplace."
"What about here," he suggested pointing to the living room sofa.
"Alright by me," she said. She slid out of her robe and onto the couch. But rather than lay lengthwise, she let her feet touch flat on the floor. Her smooth thighs were spread out. He would have to enter her straight on, with only her butt on the edge of the couch.
Charley fell down between his sister's legs and checked out the hot pussy. The lips were slender but curved just right. There was a good supply of juice, and lots of pretty pubic hair. He lifted himself toward her thinking to bury his meat inside the narrow channel.
"No," she said, "first I want you to eat me out. I want you to give me a really good tongue job, Charley. I don't know why, but I'll feel more secure that way. Will you do it? For me?"
"Of course, sis," he said with a big smile. "Tell you what: you put your legs up over my shoulders. Then I'll just lean down into that sofe space there and give you all the tongue you can possibly use."
She giggled that this was a marvelous plan. "Come and get it!"
He lowered his face to the hot wet bush. "Here you go, Tina," he warned. His tongue flapped out like a hungry lizard's, only instead of just resting in the open position, he went up and down her cunt with it. He sucked her tube, her clitoris, her meaty little vaginal lips. He could feel the luscious flow of her sweet juice running down his chin. Her female aroma filled the living room, and his hard-on grew even stiffer.
"God damn fucking-a," she cried, softly rolling her pelvis around his tongue meat. "That's the kind of hot fuck in the cunt that can make a girl forget all her troubles. Mmmmm, good!" She clamped her hot thighs shut on his face. Then she put her hands down under her butt and lifted her pussy harder, closer to his mouth. She got more of that worming tongue flapping in her twat, and that's what made her so happy. "Oooooh," she cooed, "Lovely, Charley! The best!"
He pushed her thighs open so that he could get air. "Wow," he said, "I was suffocating down there. Lemme breathe." Clit juice dripped from his nose and cheek. "Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "Too bad Dad's not here to see this one."
"Yeah," agreed Tina. "But he'd probably want to hog the whole thing just for himself." She opened her comely thighs wider. "Come on," she insisted, "shove the big one in me."
He stood up and put his hands on either side of her head on the back of the sofa. In this manner he could do a push up on her smooth sweaty body. And on the down stroke, if everything went right, his cock would be in his sister's willing twat. He lowered himself toward the target area.
"I'm just gonna make sure," said Tina, looking down between their bodies, "that you go in right." She took his prick in her hand and guided the missile to the target area. When Charley had his fat prick head within range, Tina worked her hand back down to the base and tooled herself with the head. In this way, as Charley started forward, into the slippery breach, she could be sure to have his meaty head wherever she wanted it. "Ooh, my," she hollered when he started in, "that's just exactly right." She let go of his prick because every inch of it rubbed along her erect clitoris.
"You like that?" he asked softly, blowing hot moist air in her ear. "I mean, you like that big prick going in your little tube, don't you?"
"You know I do," she said. "Otherwise I wouldn't be doing it." She smiled. "Of course, you could always force me to do it. But that's different." She lifted her hands and wrapped them around his firm butt cheeks. She pulled him down close to her, between her legs, and further into her twat hole. "I like a lot of you in me," she told her brother. "The more meat, the better the screw, eh?"
She began gyrating to give his hefty flesh prong some stimulation. "I like that," he said, "but I think the real thing is yet to come." He picked his sister up off the couch and held her around the waist. Her legs curled around his hips. Her twat was greased well enough to slip and slide freely on his cock while he stood up and changed positions. "Oh my God, Charley," she screamed, "what are you doing?" Her legs knotted around his waist. She crossed her ankles so as not to slip off her brother's hefty meat.
"I'm taking you over here," he said, rolling her down under him. Now they lay on the carpeting. She had her knees up and her twat was open wide. "Good, eh?" he asked before plunging in again.
"What a screw," she said breathlessly. His meat dug down into her twat tube. She tried to squeeze him into place, tried to get his boner milked and juicing. But his speed and power were quicker than her smooth, wet muscles. He jabbed her as hard as he could and the result was her passionate wail, her bouncing belly and shaking hips. "Oh, my God! Fuck! Fuck!"
He squirted hot come up the wet contracting tube. "There," he said. "Now you got more of what Mom got."
"Mmmmm," she said, slowly easing down off his tough, steely rod, "that's what I call a dyno-fucking-might screw job!" She rolled over to the side.
"Me, too," said Charley. "I call it dyno-fucking-might, too!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
On Sunday morning the threesome sat at the breakfast table. Tina and her mother wore their robes. Charley sat in a pair of shorts.
"It's so nice," said Vera, not to have to worry that your father's gonna come in here hung over and start yelling and all."
"Yeah," said Tina, "I was just thinking the same thing." She slid her hand out of sight under the kitchen table. She came upon Charley's muscular leg, and while she spoke she rubbed and squeezed it. "Whenever Dad got angry he always took it out on us. He was a real prick to us, and I hope he never fucking comes back here and tries to give us such a hard time." By now she'd arrived in her brother's crotch where, without much difficulty, she'd managed to bring up a fresh meaty boner.
"This thing is," said Charley, wondering how much longer he could go without getting up from the table and taking his sister into the bedroom, "Dad's gonna be back. That's what he promised, and I do believe he meant that."
"So fucking what?" said Vera. "I don't give a shit if he comes back here begging for my cunt with a million dollars in his hand. I ain't going nowhere near him."
"What if he reforms?" asked Tina. She tugged on the head of Charley's meat.
"Oh," he squirmed.
"What?" asked Vera of Charley.
"Oh, nothing, Mom," said Charley, trying to get comfortable while his sister persisted in playing with his cock. "I was just clearing my throat." But under the table the manipulation of his prick continued.
"If he does reform," said Vera, adjusting her robe, "that would be a miracle. And we're not-likely to see one of those on your father's account."
"Still," said Tina, "I think it would be nice if Dad came back and proved that he knew how to treat us all right." She smiled and jerked on Charley's pecker. "He was nice to us sometimes." She stroked the side of his shaft. "Wasn't he, Charley?"
Her brother could hardly speak. "Listen," he said, "I think I better skip the rest of breakfast. I got a lot of homework to catch up on." He stood up and hid his bulging penis as best he could.
"Me, too," said Tina to Vera. "Lots of homework." She winked at her mother and got up from the table. Then, when Charley had left the room, she leaned over the table and whispered : "I'll just see what's bugging him." Vera winked back.
In the bedroom in a harsh whisper Charley balled out Tina: "What were you doing there? You could have given the whole show away."
"I was just trying to cheer you up a little," she said. "Just a wake up hand-job, that's all." She smiled. Charley blushed. He reached for the door and pushed it shut. "OK, sis," he said, "now you can give me a real wake-up present." He pressed his mouth down into hers. His lips were parted and his tongue went flying into her open mouth.
"Uuuuuh,' she grunfed. "Oh, fuck."
"Yeah," sad Charley, "this is gonna be alright." His hands toured her smooth, ample chest. When he came to nipples he squeezed, tugged, and leaned his face close to lick. "Yum-yum," he said. "Breakfast dessert!" He went licking her big titties. "Nothing like a morning snack to get me started!"
She slid her hands down into her brother's hot crotch. She used her index fingers to pull the elastic band of his underwear out and away from his body. In this manner she was able to pull his underwear off of him without rubbing against the big stiff boner. Then, with his pants down around his feet, she kneeled away from his breast-feeling palms and took up with his cock. "You know," she said, "your pecker is not that much different from Dad's."
"No lectures," he said. "Just a little suck, if you please."
"Funny," she said, holding his rod next to her soft cheek, "Dad used to say: no commentaries, just the lick." She stuck out her tongue and went to work on his remarkable phallus. She would have no trouble getting for herself an adequate feel of the meat. There was so much of it that it was impossible for her to cover all the territory at once. "This is a giant fucking meat!" she said in an astonished voice.
"You saw it yesterday and you weren't so impressed," said Charley. "What's different?"
"Maybe the light," she said, "I don't know." But she went rubbing the meaty prick as best she could. It was soon slippery with her warm saliva, and there was no telling what kind of lick she wanted to give. Sometimes she used the side of his meat like a corncob, and she nibbled on it, chewed and gnawed. At another time she would lick up and down on her brother's phallus pretending that it was a juicy red snow cone. And finally, she would suck the whole hob into her face and give the head a good tongue rub, thinking to herself that it was nothing but a big popsicle.
"Oh, God damn," grunted Charley. "Sis, you give the best head I ever got."
"You only got it," she said observantly, "from me and Maw. So how would you know?"
"I can tell," was all he said. He felt ashamed to have been called a small time lover. He liked to think himself as fantastic and prolific, and here his sister had said that he'd only fucked a couple of women, that he knew very little about the act itself. His prick began to sag.
"Aw," she said, sensing the problem, "I didn't mean anything by that. T think you're great, Charley. Really, I do." She slid her hand up into his anus. She probed his sphincter muscle, gave a good tug on his dick with her lips and then said: "Don't feel bad just because I said something dumb, eh?"
His pecker rose again. The meat took on the shape of a good stiff bone. "Thanks," he said, "I needed that."
She went quickly to work to make sure that the new erection remained as stiff as would be necessary to do the work in her twat hole. She had risen from bed with a horny, hollow feeling in her cunt, and she knew that the more fucking she got done that morning the better the day would be. "I want a lot of this prick inside me," she moaned between his legs. "What do you say?"
"I say good," said Charley. "Let's do it." He started to follow her over to the bed.
"And I say," said a familiar but uninvited voice, "that you better save some of that for me.
"Who the hell?" Charley swung around. His mother stood in the doorway. "Mom?! You here?"
"Yup," she said. "And I don't mind you two fucking each other. After all, you're brother and sister, but I do want to be sure that I get my fair share, too." She smiled and came into the room. "What do you say?"
"Alright by me," said Tina. "Let's do it in the big bed, though."
"Good," said Charley.
Vera, their mother, took the two teenagers by the hands and led them into her room.
"OK, " she said, "I want to see you two do it first. Then I'll go."
"Lick my ass-hole, Mom," said Charley, "OK ? While I fuck her, eh?"
"S"re," she agreed, "I guess I can watch from up there."
Tina crawled up onto the bed and spread out her long smooth legs. "Here you go, Charley. Come to sister. Come fuck me in the cunt, brother Charley. I love that pecker meat, and you got a big one." She reached down to her pussy and spread open the smooth lips. Charley was quick to climb onto her body. He had a good enough erection that he figured he would be able to fuck both women with the same hard-on. So he started off by drilling his sister's twat first. Then, when he saw that she was good and horny and enjoying herself immensely, and when his mother had properly reamed his ass-hole for about five minutes, he slid up and out of Tina's cunt tube and attacked Vera.
"Come on," he shouted, "get down on your back, Mom. I'm gonna give it to you just the way you wanted." He threw his weight into a good soft tackle on her shoulders. She went down on her back on the king-sized mattress. Before she could say "finger-lick" he had his prick up her cunt tube. He shoved it in good and hard. The hole was too greasy for her to try and stop him, or slow him down. Not that she would have anyhow.
"Oh, my, my, my," she stuttered. "I don't believe that-"
"Can it, Mom," he told her. "You know you love it, so just slow down and let me give you all the cock you can handle."
"Now, Charley, that's no way to talk to your mother. If you want to fuck me, you'll-"
He nailed her with his meat: "If I want to fuck you, I'll tell you about it and you'll do it."
"Oh, please, God, don't let him hurt her." moaned Tina who was suddenly frightened.
"Shut the fuck up, Tina," shouted Charley. "Mom's getting the biggest thrill she ever had. She loves it. Tell Tina. Go on, tell her." He slid his pecker in and out of her muscular twat tube.
"Ooooh, God, yes, he's the best fuck, Tina. I do love it. It's such a juicy fuck for my twat!" She rolled her hips so as to give Charley the kind of action that would get him hot and lusty as soon as possible. Her smooth pelvis rubbed nicely against his grain, and her pussy gripped him with hot flesh walls of juice.
"You coming, Mom?" asked Charley, his prong nowhere near satisfied. "You going to have an orgasm already ? " He sat up and pulled his meat out of her long wet tube. "Look at that," he said pointing at his mother. She was oblivious to the fact that he had removed his pecker from her cunt. "She's got so much ecstasy in her right now she don't even need a cock. How about that?" He smiled, happy to see that he'd given Vera something very nice.
"Now you want to do me?" asked Tina. "The way we started in the bedroom."
"God, yes," said Charley. He looked at her naked chest. The titties were the same as his mother's, but firmer. And the nipples had already formed into tight little rosy buds. He wanted to get a good suck going on one of those breasts. "Come here, Tina, please," he sighed.
She came across the bed and stuffed a titty up into his mouth. "Like this?" She used her hands to support the breast and to feed it into his mouth. He sucked and licked the hot little nipple. Then he proceeded to his sister's smooth pink chest. He licked and kissed and mouthed everything in sight. She slid down under him and he mounted her. His hard as rock phallus descended the length of her tube. She heaved her weight backwards, sending her cunt up on the shaft of his meat. The thick base filled the opening of the twat entrance. There the plentiful supply of juice trickled down from the stem of his point, between his balls, and down along his butt cheeks. She rocked him back and forth so that more of his hot cock would slide down into her slippery tube. He could feel the hot lips, the fleshy slippery insides, the fine contracting muscles ... all going to work on his hefty boner. A moment later he yelled: "Fuck me, Tina! Fuck my joint!"
She cranked up her legs, up and over his shoulders. She used a tight as a vice grip around his neck. That way she was sure that he wouldn't be the fish that got away. She held him in her the way she would have held a six-foot tool. He was flesh, but she manipulated his body with her long smooth legs, with her tender loins, with her hot rocking pelvis. She knew what she wanted and how to get it, and her brother was more than willing to give it to her, too.
"Oooh, God fucking damn," she cried when his meat went flying to the back most wall of her tube. "Shit me around, Charley, you never did it to me like that before!" She rocked up into his groin. She still had a muscular grip on his neck with her legs. She was all the way back on her spine, and her cunt tilted up to receive the meat he drilled her with.
In and out Charley shoved his pecker. His sister's hot box couldn't have taken another inch of bone. He jammed so fast and so hard that Tina had no idea whether he was in her pussy or out of it. He rubbed the big mushroom crown against the softest, smoothest part of her slippery lips. Then, just to consu-mate the tingle in his cock tip, he rubbed the entire shaft in the greasy well itself. He returned to the outer lips and built up another titillating feel on the tip of his meat. The chills flew back and forth between the two of them, and it would have been impossible to tell who, brother or sister, was more turned on, more heated.
It was, then, while this mass of flesh rocked in a pile of juice and heat, that Mrs. Benson came to her senses. She looked around and saw her son fucking her daughter. It looked good to her, given everything else that had happened that weekend, and she wanted to get some more of the action for herself. She slid down under Charley's butt, and while he rocked in and out of her daughter, she filled his bunghole with soft tongue meat.
"Oh, God, Mom," cried Charley, "that's really a thrill." In fact, it was so much of a thrill that every time his mother jammed her mouth muscle up into his shit tube, Charley thrust his meat even further into his sister's hot box. "Oh, fuck," she moaned in ecstasy, "I can't believe how much hot cock I get from you." She jerked her hips and began spraying her climactic ooze all along his huge pecker. The juice let Charley know that the orgasm for his sister was nearly over, that now he would have to either come himself, or look elsewhere for the balance of his own action.
Tina finished off about five seconds later. She rolled away from the big red log. Charley had not jerked into orgasm. He had a massive wad of jism stored in his young, hot balls, and he wanted to shoot it off.
"Listen," said his mother, when he had told her how horny he was, "I'll help you. Bring the meaty joint over here. You can spear my face for a while." She lay down and had him straddle her chest and head. . "Lean that dick down on my face. Not in my mouth, on my face."
Charley pressed his meaty prick against his mother's cheeks, along her nose, against her forehead. The underside of his pecker brushed
Vera's eyeballs, and her ears, and sometimes he went darting against the side of her head, in her long silky sandy blonde hair.
"You know," she spoke quietly to him, soothingly as he rammed his prick this way and that along her soft skin, "I used to enjoy this so much that one time I went out and paid a man to supply me with this little trick. Do you believe it?" She watched the hot cock rub against her cheeks and her nose. She loved the strokes he took to make himself even hotter and more passionate than he was when they began. "You getting hotter, Charley? Is it working?"
"Oh, yeah, Mom, I'm going to be boiling over in a minute. Just wait another second or two."
"Why don't you try my twat again, for the final thrill? I'd kind of like to have that pot of jism inside me, just for the hell of it." She winked at the underside of her son's prick, as if to say goodbye to the face rub. But she squeezed with her cunt when he'd climbed in down there, and that was as if to say hello.
"My, my," she moaned, "this is about as much meat as I've had in me in a year." Her juicing box flowed quickly down his shaft. "I'm juicing up all over again," she told him. "You don't mind, do you, Charley?" She rolled her pussy muscles along the shank of his joint. "I mean, after all, it is a bit my doing that you have such a pleasant feel right this minute. Without me, you'd have never been here at all."
"That's right, Mom," said Charley. "You're my mother and I'm your son. We'll pretend that today is Mother's Day. How would you like me to plug this cunt of yours?" He rested his body on her long fleshy frame. Her tits supported him. He reached up to those full boobies and cupped them with his palms. The nipples were like inflamed, budding flowers. They were popping with fresh lust, ready to spring open and bloom. "How do you like it, Mom?"
"I like it all the ways you can imagine," she told him. "You rub that dick against me, that's what counts. I like it everyway."
With that freedom, Charley pulled his meat out of his mother's twat and turned around. He gave her his ass-hole to play with, and he, for his part, rubbed his pecker down between her legs while he held her ankles. He had her feet near his face, his cock between her smooth ample thighs, and his butt within reach of her gently caressing fingers. His own hands he wrapped down around her ass cheeks. "Mom, Mom," he cried, "give my anus a good sticking with your fingers while I rub my penis between your legs."
"Sure, son," she said. "Here you go!" She poked a finger into his anus muscle. The finger went flying up the canal, so far in, in fact, that Mrs. Benson was fearful she might hurt her son. But he writhed in ecstasy and rubbed his meaty joint this way and that between her lovely legs. He held on tight to her butt cheeks, and, every now and again supplied her shit tube with a small feel for which she was quite appreciative. "Oh, son," she would moan and coo, "I like having your ass-hole to play with. It give me a kind of special delight." She jerked her finger around in his bunghole and caressed the sides of his butt cheeks. Finally, she reached under his belly, from behind, and took hold of his meat. "Come up here and stuff Mommy, honey. Give me that long steely rod of yours up my cute little cunt hole."
She had hold of him. He followed the tender feel of his mother's hand on his penis. When he arrived facing about, laying on her front to front, he sucked her titties. His frenzied passion had taken over all together, as indicated by his passionate wail: "FUCK MOTHER! FUCK MOTHER! Oh, I love this fucking screw in your twat, Mom!" He had indeed landed his penis within her pussy channel. He penetrated to the ultimate depths of her hole. He gave her all the hot muscle he could dig up. She squeezed and gyrated and rotated on his stiff flesh prong.
"Uh-oh," he screamed, "there it is!"
"Oh, yes," she moaned, "there it is!" Gently, she tilted her hips, angled her twat so as to cup his meat and the spilling jism. Each and every squirt ran down her tube and into the back, into her pussy reservoir. Soon her canal was flooded with semen and clit juice. She pushed on his chest, exercised her authority as his mother to get him off of her. "You stay there for a minute," she said breathing hard.
"Mom?" he asked. "Are you OK? I didn't do anything wrong did I?"
"No, honey, but I want to be quiet for a minute. Just for one minute, OK? " She put her finger to her lips and said: "Shhh." Then she rested her hand on her smooth full thigh.
Charley lay back wondering what his mother was doing. Vera had never done such a thing before, or at least he'd never seen her like this. She looked like a woman in a funeral parlor. He wondered if perhaps she was meditating.
When a few minutes had gone by he sat up and looked between his mother's spread legs. Dripping from her twat was a line of greyish juice and ooze, a mixture of twat liquid and semen. Charley loved the sight of his mother's ass cheeks sticking out below her honey pot lips. He was tempted to reach down between the soft, slippery loins and take a quick little feel of those nice pink and brown buttocks, but then he remembered that she wanted just to be still.
"Alright," she said suddenly, "that's all. Come here, Charley."
He looked at his mother strangely. She was acting weird, but he followed her command. "Kiss me," she said. "On the lips."
He leaned down and planted his tongue between his mother's thick lips. His tongue went here and there looking for a comfortable place to rest in her oral cavity. She pushed him away for a moment, and when he came back, she was hot and open and ready. He found the perfect hollow for his hungry mouth muscle.
When they stopped kissing Charley asked her why she'd acted strange before. "Oh," she said, "I just wanted to appreciate how nice everything has been."
"I hope it stays that way," said Charley.
"Me, too," sighed Vera. "Me, too."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following Friday night Tina lay in bed alone. Her brother and her mother had left her at home for the evening. They'd each some place to go.
She contemplated calling a friend, but no one was in. She had no desire to see any special men. Her brother satisfied her in every way. She wondered, on occasion, if perhaps he might not fuck her more often, but for the most part, Tina was quite content in this regard.
Her studies had improved since her incestuous intercourse with Charley. And every now and then, with a little help from Vera, Tina learned something new and exciting about her young, nubile body.
On this particular evening, however, she found herself feeling lusty. Yet there was no one around to help her satisfy her desires. She lay in bed wondering when Charley would be home, what she should do in the meantime in order to relax.
Soon she found herself sliding her palms slowly up and down her slender tanned thighs. She could feel the soft heat her long legs generated, and her smooth hands continued to rub. She slid up and down her legs with her open fingers, and sometimes she squeezed her loins lightly, or dropped a finger down close to her vagina. Back and forth, up and down she went. She was laying on her back giving herself a nice, soft rub.
After a while she raised her knees and stroked the soft insides of her thighs. She used her finger tips to move slowly up and down her comely loins. She started up near her knee and moved lightly along the inside of her upper legs.
Later, as the tingle and the chill crawled across her body, she lifted one hand to her heating breasts. There she massaged, by pressing her palm in gentle circles on her nipples, her tits into a passionate fever. The bright red nipples sprouted like budding flowers. They became hard, and the big brown caps underneath were also taut with excitement. She squeezed her titties, just to make sure she received a long deep thrill. Finally, while the one hand caressed her breasts and her chest and her belly, the other worked down into her bush.
This second hand took on the largest chore. For there between Tina's soft, slick thighs, was the empty, ready twat so much in need of stimulation. She applied one finger to the slender, glistening lips surrounding her vagina. The finger traveled up and down between the slippery folds of skin. Soon her pussy unfolded like a flower, and she forced the flesh petals to stay open so that she could work her long, middle digit up into the wet, needy channel.
In the dark of her bedroom, the fifteen year old began to breathe harder, faster. Her heart beat accelerated, and she felt her eyes dilate. She lifted her knees higher so as to be better able to reach a long finger into her wet canal. With a staccato, rapid fire technique, she finger fucked herself for probably thirty strokes. Then, using two hands in her crotch, one from underneath-so as to work a little action into her anus-and the other from above, she closed the gap between herself and orgasmic bliss. Finally, the finger penetrating her pussy attacked the clitoris muscle. The flow of juice trebled instantly.
"Ooooh," she moaned out loud, "here I go." She spread her legs as far apart as she could, as though a man lay between her hot smooth thighs, and she stabbed her cunt repeatedly until she was on the verge of a half-way decent climax. "Oooooh," she groaned again out loud. "Ahhhhhh."
"Having fun ? " asked a deep, male voice. "Or just getting your little box ready for me?"
In the dark, at first. Tina couldn't recognize the familiar intruder. He'd startled her, for she thought she was all alone in the house, and that the doors were locked.
"It's only me," said the silhouette at the door to the bedroom. "Don't be afraid."
She sat up, scared out of her mind. "Who is it?" she screamed. "Get out! I'll scream! Who are you?! ? "
It was more the shock of surprise rather than the presence of another person that caused Tina to react in this hysterical manner. Also, she was in an intimate physical state, vulnerable in every way. This coupled with the darkness and the intruder's calm demeanor made her all the more susceptible to fear.
"Don't be afraid, Tina," said the voice of Tom Benson, "it's me, your father."
"What? Daddy? Oh, my God!" She now recognized the voice. "You scared the hell out of me. Why did you sneak up on me like that?"
"I just didn't know anyone was home," he said, crossing the room. "Then I heard heavy breathing, and I didn't know what to expect."
He sat down on the bed next to his calming daughter. "I came into the hallway and didn't see anybody, but the gasping and the panting kept getting louder. So I looked in here." He stretched a hand toward her closest, bare thigh. "How are you, darling? How have you been?" His hand rested for a moment on her chilled upper leg. The skin was smooth, fresh, just the slightest bit moist.
"I'm fine," she said, "but that's far enough." She grabbed his wrist. "I've had all of that that a girl can take."
"Ha, ha, ha," he said, holding his hand away from her smooth leg. "You seemed to like it three weeks ago. What's come over you, darling Tina? You don't think I'm an ogre the way your brother and your mother say, now, do you?" He smiled, and even in the dark, Tina could see that he was trying to talk her into something. "Do you?"
Tina leaned back against the wall furthest from her father. "I don't know what to think," she said. "Sometimes I think that you just drank a little too much-or that you drink a little too much-but then, oh, I don't know, it's not my problem any more."
"Because I'm not here, is that it?" He looked away from her.
Perhaps, she thought, he was honestly hurt. But what of the times when they made love and he paid her no mind, no consideration for her sense of frustration. She wasn't sure, but she thought that if she didn't do things exactly right, she would soon end up, once again, with her father's sex muscle drilling her twat.
"Well," he asked again. "Is that it, honey? That since I'm not here it's no longer a problem?"
"Yes," she said in a whisper. "But I do miss you, Daddy. I really do."
He reached out and took her hand. "That's enough," he said. He started to get up, to leave go his daughter's soft skin, but, despite her feelings to the contrary, Tina found herself yelping after him: "Daddy, no, please, don't go yet. I just have to be with you for a little while. Please." They met when he turned around half way across the room. The shadows were long and deep around them, and as they embraced, she nude, he fully clothed, they turned and first Tina, then Tom, had his back to the shaft of light that illuminated the bedroom doorway from the hall. "Oh, Tina," he moaned, "I miss you, darling."
"Please, Daddy, make it quick," she moaned.
"Come on," he said, "I don't think we have much time," and he started to pull her by the hand, toward the hallway, probably thinking that they would use the main bedroom, the king-sized bed.
"No," said Tina, "not there. Here. Here in my bed."
"But Tina," he began. And then he realized that if he wanted to win her back he must make certain compromises. He smiled, appeared to understand her concern, her need, to make love to him in her own bed, and he joined her there.
Tina slid her hands down to her father's neat leather and metal belt. She undid the clasp, and then the buttons on his shirt. He loosened his tie, undid it all together, and then he slid out of his pants. She helped him with his shirt, and when he was nude and next to her, she rubbed his hairy chest, his manly muscles, and his thighs. "I missed you, darling," he said. "Did you know that?" He wrapped his large hands around the back of her head and pulled her close to his face. His big mouth opened and filled her face with tongue.
"Uuuuhh," she moaned in her father's arms. "I, ah, ooooohhh...."
He slid a finger into her lubricated, oozing twat. "There," he said. "There's the little girl I love." His middle digit worked her pussy tube and sought out the familiar clitoris. When he located the small knob of sensitive tissue, he added another finger to the stew pot. He pinched the clit, tugged on it, pushed and pulled it this way and that.
Tina, meanwhile, had taken to stroking her father's hefty dark meat. She used a circled index finger and thumb to wrap the base, and a similar arrangement of her left hand to pull and stimulate the mushroom head. Soon her father's pecker blossomed into a jumbo erection, one which she hardly believed she'd previously fit into her narrow twat. "It's so big," she said. "I don't understand."
"I'm horny, honey. It makes my cock so fat I don't know what to do."
"Dad," she asked, "have you quit drinking?" She tugged on the pecker, rubbed the shank of the penis, and then used one hand to play with his balls while she listened to his answer: "Yes," he said, "more or less. Maybe just for now. But I feel better this way. Makes me awfully damn horny, though. Have to get sex once a day or I go out of my mind. But I haven't had a drink since that day I left here, honey. And I mean to keep it that way."
She opened her legs wider for him. She liked the idea that her fathr might have reformed. "Maybe," she said, feeling his massive finger working in her pussy, "just maybe we could talk Mom into taking you back. If you've really quit all that booze and nonsense stuff."
"Oh, I don't know, honey," he said, massaging her bush and the lips around her vagina. "I don't know how good an idea it would be for me to come back right now." Her pussy was gushing in the palm of his hand. "You are really hot, babe. You want my dick now?"
"Oh," she said, looking down at the long fat muscle that could easily nail her to the bed, "I don't know yet. Maybe it's not such a good idea after all."
"Oh, baby doll," he groaned, somewhat angry but still cool, "you can't do this to me. It's not right."
"Hey, Dad," she said in a strong cool voice, "what about all the times you left me and Mom hanging. What was right about that?"
"Nothing," he said. "I was a drunk then. Now I'm not. I wouldn't let that happen if I could help it."
She wanted to believe her father because when he fucked her properly he was the best. But if he was just fooling around, giving her the business, then the night would turn out miserably. She'd be better off masturbating. So she asked him: "You want to try and make me satisfied?"
"Yes," he said. "Yes."
She spread her legs and invited him in. He climbed up onto his teenage daughter's hot body. With one quick jerk of her hips she placed his meat all the way up her canal. "How do you like that, Dad?"
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you have the nicest cunt I've had in a long time. It's soft and slippery and tighter than ever. I love it."
"You're harder than ever, Dad. I think it's cause you stopped that drinking or something. Maybe you just know your way around better now, I mean maybe you know better what you want from all of us and stuff like that." She rocked her hips up onto his rod. The stiff meat of his sexually stimulated groin pumped her crotch. She leveled him out, though, pulled his big dick to the back of her pussy and twisted her hips. The thrill belonged to both of them as the new feel spread across his boner and up her channel. "Oh, God damn!" she grunted. "Uuuuuhhh, good, Dad."
"Yeah, honey," he agreed, pushing and shoving his meat back and forth and from side to side in her long wet twat tube. "This may be the best fuck we ever had together, eh?"
"Oh, yes," she agreed, thrusting her hips in a new sensuous pattern that pulled on the crown ridge of his mushroom prick. "I'm sure this is better than ever, Dad." She began to sweat and rub against his belly. She arched her back, pushed her stomach into his, and offered him her full, ample breasts for stimulation. "Just a little feel for my chest, please Dad?"
He cupped his palm on her left titty. The nipple sprouted to attention. He rubbed the cherry bud, and then he licked it, just to be sure. Meanwhile, he pumped his thick flesh prong in and out of her sweet soft tube. "Ooooh," he moaned into her bosom, "this is just right, honey." His daughter was plying his cock like no other woman ever had.
"I can feel how meaty your joint is, Dad," she told him. "I mean it really fills me up and all."
"Yeah, honey," he said, "and you have a perfect long tube for me to fuck with. It's like we never were away from each other at all."
"It's much better," she said, rolling her pelvis so that he would get a special thrill up the shaft of his long meat. "Just the best!"
"Ahhhhh," he sighed. "You tell me when you're ready to come on me, darling. Then I'll show you what a good fuck Tom Benson can really be for his pretty daughter."
She waited another few strokes and then she fired off her gush of cunt juice. It was obvious to Tom that his lovely nubile teenage daughter was climaxing on his powerhouse rod. "OK, " he told her, "here you go." With that he pumped his pole harder and faster into her juicing pussy. The bed began to squeak as they bounced around on each other's genitals.
"Oh, yes," she grunted, "that's just right, Dad. That's the way I love it. Give it to me hard like that so I can feel that rock hard muscle in me. I love that penis meat of yours! Oh, God, yes!" She ground her pussy up and around the stiff pole. She continued to climax around his meat. He, for his part, continued to fire his hot flesh poker down her smooth contracting-expanding insides. "Ahhhh," she sighed, finally, and he took that as the cue to fill her up with hot semen.
"My, oh, my," she moaned when she felt the first wad of jism hit the back of her twat. "Oh, Daddy, that's good and hot!" He filled her right up, as though his prick were a jism fountain and her pussy his cup. She swallowed it all down into-her vagina. "I love it, I love it, I love it," she cried, rolling her head back and forth in ecstasy and passion: "Ooooooh!"
When it was all over, Tina climbed down to her father's big meat and licked him clean. She spread her tongue here and there and sponged him with it. She made sure he was clean as a whistle, maybe even ready for more. But when she persisted in tonguing, it was him who said to stop, that perhaps they should save themselves for another time. "I just love that blow gun of yours, Dad," she said. "A few more licks wouldn't hurt really, would it?"
"No," he agreed, "I suppose not." He gave her access to his jumbo meat. She fried it right up, using her tongue like a pro. It would be hard to believe that she was only fifteen years old, though certainly she looked that young. It was her skill as a woman that made her seem older.
"Now," he said, when she'd had enough of his cock, "you see that I can be reliable as a fuck mate, eh? I'm not all hot wind and booze and trouble, eh?"
"Not tonight," she cooed. "Not at all."
"Never again, either," he added. "So you remember that. We'll meet again sometime soon and you'll be able to trust me then, eh?" He smiled and started dressing.
They both heard the voices at the same time. The front door to the living room opened. "Uh-oh," said Tina, "trouble; it's Mom and Charley."
Mr. Benson dressed quickly. "This way. Dad," said Tina. She lifted the window over her bed. "They won't even know you were here."
"Right," he agreed. "I'll be back."
"Where can I reach you?" she asked. But it was no good. He was gone, out into the night. She quietly pulled down the window and the shade.
There was a knock at the door to the bedroom. "You up?" asked Vera Benson of her daughter. "Tina? Are you awake?"
Tina lay nude on the bed. She pretended to sleep, but she'd not had time to cover herself. Her mother came over and smiled at her. "Oh, dear," she sighed aloud, "poor darling fell asleep before she even got under the-" Vera stopped midstream in her sentence. She'd espied the large puddle of love juice next to where Tina slept. Tina held her breath. "Tina?" asked Mrs. Benson. "Tina? Are you awake?"
She rolled over and covered the spot. "Poor thing," mumbled Mrs. Benson, "she must have been masturbating. Charley's going to have to spend a little more time with her." She pulled up the sheets, over Tina's warm body, and then she left the room.
"Yick," said Tina to herself, pulling herself out of the puddle of come and clit juice. "What a mess!" She saddled over sideways and lay away from the mess she and her father had made. She wondered to herself when she'd next have the privilege of sucking his big juicy meat into her twat. She hoped it would be soon, and then she fell asleep.
CHAPTER NINE
But while Tina slept soundly in her bedroom, Mrs. Benson and Tina's brother, Charley, were busily making preparations for a healthy fuck. "You know," said Vera to her boy, "I think I'd like it two different ways tonight. Once in the ass-hole would be nice. Then again in the cunt."
"Is that your choice, Mom?" asked Charley with a hot smile. "I mean you better make up your mind now or forever hold your peace."
"Well, what if I decide I'd like something a little different?" she said, taking off her suit jacket and undoing her bra. "Here, by the way, will you help me with this?" She couldn't quite reach the buckle that strapped in her mammoth mammaries.
"Well," said Charley, undoing the buckle on his mother's bra, "I guess we'll let you have a choice or two more if you need it." He slid his hands from behind under his mother's arm pits and up to cup her titties in his palms. When he had a full handful in each palm, he smiled and said: "I think this is going to be a right fine beginning to a wonderful fuck session, Maw. I mean really." He tugged on the delightful red nipples and brown caps. His hands slid automatically across her chest, and up to her neck, and along the side of her body and to her back. There he rubbed her shoulders, massaged her neck. "Oh, my," she cooed, "that's very nice, Charley."
"Good," he said, undoing his belt with one hand. "Do you need some help, Mom, with this skirt of yours?"
"Oh, no," she said, coming back to her senses. She slid out of the skirt, and out of the nylons she wore also. She was nude but for silk panties. When she started to remove them, Charley advised her against it. "I kind of like to take those off you myself," he said with a blush.
"Good, honey," said his mother. She turned around and pressed her titties up against his now naked chest. The big firm nipples and jumbo tit flesh rubbed nicely here and there on his still developing muscular torso. "Oh, boy, Mom," he said in a low whisper in her ear, "your tits are getting red and rea-dy!"
"You bet, son," she said. She took his hands and guided his ginger fingers here and there on each titty. "I like a good long feel in the chest, Charley. Remember that, OK? "
"Sure, Mom," he said. "I like doing it, too." He pushed her down on the king-sized bed. "Now, though, it's time for some rough and tumble fuck action."
She laughed at his sense of play. And when he climbed up on her big frame, she continued to laugh and cheer him on. He rubbed his naked flesh against her panties and her body. Soon he grew tired of having his cock hit against cloth instead of flesh. He reached down and with one hand pulled the underwear off of his mother. "There," she said, "I feel better too, Charley. You know what I mean?"
She waved her pelvis up and down in his groin. He spread his legs so that his mother's pussy and her thick thighs were between his loins. His cock rubbed smoothly on top of the dense pubic bush. There was clit ooze in that hairy space of her loins, and this juice served to lubricate Charley's hot meat. He could feel the head of his prick take on new passion, ready itself for the several fucks that they had planned.
"You know," she whispered to him, "it would be more romantic if we turned off the light."
He said that she was right and stood up and turned off the lights. In the dark he stumbled back to his mother's bed and searched under the sheets for her hairy wet pussy. When he found it with his hand he began a vigorous manual stimulation of the twat lips. He plied the fat lips this way and that way, and when he could not tell any longer if he was in or out of her cunt, he knew that he'd done a good job of juicing her up. There was plenty of her fresh grease everywhere.
He slid his finger down to his mother's ass-hole. "Were you serious about the corn-hole fuck?" he asked her. "Or just kidding?"
"Why don't you eat out my bunghole first, just for a little while," she said casually, "and then, if I feel pretty nice that way, maybe we'll hit things off with a little anal buggering action, eh?"
He wanted to obey his mother's every wish. He carefully made his way to the heavenly round orbs of her butt. The cheeks were smooth and creamy, and in the soft moonlight that streamed through their window, he could see that these globes were white while much of the rest of her body was tanned and mellow. He stroked his mother's ass for some time, moving his hands first along the spinal portion of her butt, then along the lower folds, and finally in circles in the middle of the ass cheeks. When he'd completed this initial feel of her willing soft cheeks, he then spread the two halves of her ass away from each other.
He drew his finger down the remaining groove. The bed of the channel was dry. He dipped his finger into her cunt and soaked up some clit juice. Then he returned to the base of the trough and spread the slippery, slimy ooze that would make an eat or an ass-hole fuck in his mother's butt much more sensuous.
"Oh, yes," she groaned and moaned, "I want that tongue of yours, son. I want it in my ass-hole, honey. Stick it right in."
Charley opened his mouth and applied his long narrow mouth muscle to his mother's brown crater. He stuffed her full of his ream organ. She begged for more, and he gave her that, too. His tongue worked her into a furious fever. Soon her hips wobbled this way and that, and she begged him to stop. But now he would not. Now that he had gone so far with this mouth attack on her pelvis, on at least one hole of it, anyhow, he decided that there was no way to stop. He flipped her over and made similar moves on his mother's cunt. There the entrance was even easier and the stimulation even more fruitful.
"Oh, my God," she grunted. "What the fuck are you doing? Shit, son, you have to stop! It's too fucking good to believe!" His tongue reamed her pussy so well that she came close to instantaneous orgasm. He'd located her clit, and when he nibbled on the bunched flesh there his mother could only squirm in delight.
"My fucking God, Charley, you have to let loose for a minute."
But rather than let loose, her son pushed harder. He jammed his finger into her ass-hole, and another finger, along with his tongue, continued the magnificent work in her pussy. "Shit," she grunted, thrusting her hips in spastic abandon at his face, which was handy. "I got to get myself under control. It's not good to be so turned on like this. Please, Charley, my boy, let me loose for a minute. Let my cunt go."
But now Charley was truly inspired. He not only did not let his mother's pussy go, but he shot his hands upwards to her hot chest. There he rubbed a fine coating of sweet clit ooze across her nipples. The hot pointy buds went wild. Soon they were very nearly twitching without any prodding from anyone.
"Oh, God damn," moaned Charley, his hog getting big and hard and ready for the upcoming fuck. "This is gonna be a winner!"
"Yeah," shouted his mother, "you're telling me!" Her pussy gushed, and she rolled this way and that, squirming for the release that would only come when her son supplied her juice box with enough prick meat to cause a climax.
"Soon, Mom," he promised. "In just one minute." He pushed her over on her side, however, and then onto her belly.
"What are you doing?" she demanded to know. "I don't want it up my ass-hole any more, Charley. Not tonight."
"Oh, yeah, Mom! Please?" He was begging her. "I'm so fucking hot that I know that just one shot up your twat won't do me up at all."
"Oh, alright," she said, "but you better make it fast." She stood up on her hands and knees and lowered her butt to what she knew was the perfect angle for Charley, her loving and dutiful son, to fill her shit tube. "There you go," she said, "now get in there and ream it all out."
Charley used the palm of his hand like a brace. He lifted his meat up to the target area. He rubbed the bottom side of his cock in the top of the narrow trough 'that made up his mother's ass crease. "Oh, shit," she sighed, "maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all." She rolled her butt from one side to the other and stimulated her son's prick as best she could. Soon she reached back with both hands and pulled her butt open: "Go on, Charley, stuff that prick in there. You can do it now. Feel. It's greasy as a hog in slop." She tested her ass-hole with her own finger. "Yeah," she said, "good and hot, too."
He pushed his mushroom headed meat down the first quarter of the bunghole. He gave her just about everything that would fit in that first stroke.
"Oh, my fucking Lord!" she wailed. "I don't believe how big that prick of yours is, honey." He pulled back to give her room to breathe. "How's that, Mom?" he asked. "Better," she replied, rolling her hips and expecting him to shoot off instantly, "much, much better."
But Charley had no intention of filling his mother's ass-hole with come. He wanted to save that hot semen juice for her cunt tube. That, he figured, was where his jism belonged. So he yanked his dick out of Vera's hot butt and waited for her to turn over and give him her pussy.
"OK, " she said, moaning with delight. "Now comes the fun, eh?" She tossed onto her back. "Where's that meat I love so much?" Even in the dark her eyes twinkled with anticipation. She loved hot cock, and the dick of her son more than qualified. In fact, his was somehow very special, not just because he was her boy, but because she knew him so well. She didn't know how, to put it into words, but she gave him a different kind of fuck, a different kind of blow job and ream because it was her son's joint, and that's what she loved about the incest liaison with Charley. "Come on," she moaned, "Let me have that pogo stick rod of yours, Charley. I'm gonna suck you into perfection, hun, and then we'll do some hot-to-trot balling!"
He rolled up close to his mother's face. She lay on her side, with her head on her arm, so it was important that he have just the right angle. When he was comfortable and ready, he handed her his flesh spike. "Mmmmm," she hummed, taking it immediately down her throat, "that's exactly right, babe. Just the hot pecker I been looking for." She hummed and licked his dick. The hot prick began to vibrate, so strong was her licking and humming technique. "You love it," she said, taking a much deserved breather. "You love your mother to suck on it, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah," he groaned passionately. "It's the best when you do it, Mom. No one else can make me so hard." Actually, he wasn't quite sure if that was true. After all, Tina, his sister, had the ability to make him instantly erect, and, if he let her, she could make him come in a matter of seconds. He thought he knew what it was about his sister's mouth, too: her sweet thick sensuous lips and long narrow wet tongue.
His mother knew how to make him especially hard, but she took her time doing it. She rocked her face from one side to the other, or she used her tongue and rubbed it against the sides of the shaft, against the head, or into the hot nut nest. She had the ability to last a lot longer than Tina. She could go forever on a powerhouse sword. Maybe, thought Charley, that was something that all pretty housewives could do. But he suspected that this mother had special talents in this direction.
"OK, " she said, removing his dick from her face, "you're so wet and slimy that I doubt you'll be able to keep that meat inside me." He didn't quite understand his mother's joke, but he did get the idea: that it was time to penetrate her hot honey pot. First, however, he rolled over on top of her. His dick rubbed along her cheek. He left a patch of snail-like goo on her face. From there he rubbed down to her neck. He made plenty of headway in the folds of soft skin that led into her silky sandy blonde hair. So he rubbed his hot meat against that part of his mother's body for a while.
Then, not even thinking about it, he slid down into her armpit. His penis just seemed to land there. When he realized where he was, he grabbed his mother's smooth arm and pulled it down, like the handle on a water pump, and pressed the pit closed on his slimy rod. "Nice, Mom," he said, admiring his own work. "Very, very nice." Then he lifted the smooth arm and took his prick to her titties. He pressed his balls and his cock shaft on one or the other breast. The soft feel of his mother's familiar titties stimulated him to new passionate highs. His heart began to thud against his chest.
"Oh, yes, Charley," said Vera. "You have to stick me with that branding iron of yours.
Put it in for me. Get it pumping and jamming inside my twat, babe. Please!"
"OK, Mom," said Charley, "right away." He went sliding down to her soft open bush. His mother helped by spreading her long slender legs. "Stuff me up good, Charley. You know how to do it, son. Go on and put your mother into ecstasy, honey. It's time!" She worked her legs in a waterless frog kick. "Where is it?" she complained. "Why haven't you put it in yet?"
He took his hot powerhouse meat in his hand and approached her sweet warm tube with the head leading the way. The spear would go easily and quickly all the way in, of this he was sure. But he wanted to go slowly, to ease his meat down the corridor of love. He wanted to feel every inch of that lovely tunnel, and he wanted his mother's squeezing muscles to do the fine work that he knew they were capable of. The milking of his meat was what he was looking for.
So he approached slowly, cautiously, and soon he had his fat mushroom head soaking in the entrance to her juicy twat chamber. "Yes, yes, yes," she told him, "that's exactly right. I see now. You want to go slow. Well, that's good, son. Go slow. Put your meat in at just the right pace for us to feel ourselves, slipping and sliding together. Go on and . . She babbled on as his thick flesh stick rode down into her.
"Mom," he moaned in the agony of pure pleasure, "this is so wonderful, I just want you to know how much I love to fuck you."
"Oh, yes, son, I know, I know." She rocked her hips forward and scooped all of his cock into her pussy tube. "There," she sighed, "that's the kind of meat I really like, honey. That long tube of flesh inside me. Mmmmmm."
Her sliding insides slipped this way and that across his hot poker. She gave him all the juice and all the loving squeeze she could. Her fine smooth muscles contracted on his pole, milked and tugged his pecker all the way into her vaginal reservoir.
"Oh, boy," gasped Charley, "your big back there, Mom. It's really nice. I like that."
"Big?" she said. "What do you mean big?"
"It's nice," he said. "I like to slip and slide inside you."
"And you think it's big," she persisted. She rolled her hips sideways. Charley had to go with her. His lean body followed her over. "Now," she said, "it'll be tighter."
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he said. "I just meant that there was plenty of nice soft insides for the head of my cock to rub up against."
"Oh," she said, "I must have misunderstood." She rolled back to the original belly up position. Charley gave his mother all of his steely rod. He no longer cared to go slow, only to come off inside her, to experience orgasm. Naturally, however, he wants to be sure that she too was satisfied. And that, it seemed suddenly, was going to take some doing.
But he pounded away, just like he said he would. He wanted to give it the old high school try. He wanted to make his mother come with his own fleshy rod. "Mom," he said, "how long before you flood me out?"
"Oh, babe," she moaned, rolling her body from side to side, "you go ahead and jack yourself off. It's OK with me. I'll get a good orgasm from you on the second time around, eh?" She squeezed his heavy duty muscle, trying to get him to jerk off in her cunt. "Come on," she said, "just the feel of hot jism might get me coming. You never know."
"Yeah," said Charley to his mother, "but if that doesn't work, then we'll be up a creek. Who knows, I'm pretty tired and all and I might not be able to get it on again."
"I'm not worried," she said. "Just go ahead and shoot off." She pushed and pulled with her twat, trying to rub her son's hot meat into ecstasy. Her contracting pussy muscles tugged on the head of his dick. "How's that, honey?" she asked.
"Good," he said, a faint hint of exhaustion in his voice. "I think I'm gonna give you the sperm you're looking for, Maw. But I don't know if you want it right now or in a couple of strokes."
"What the hell's the difference?" she moaned, her back arching to give him a flesh platform for the final bounce. "You just shoot off whenever it's right, honey."
"Maybe you want it in your face?" he asked her. "Or on your leg or something?"
"No, babe," she said firmly. "I want it in my cunt. Hot and heavy in my pussy. That's the way I like it."
"You asked for it," he said. He jammed hard, pumped her pussy with the thickest portion of his meat. He gave her everything he had to give, and then some. He could feel her clitoris snag on his cock head. It was like a little button that every time he passed it by with his penis there would be a fresh squirt of hot liquid fuel dumped into the furnace of her pelvis. He loved the little hair trigger mechanism, and he especially loved to get it throbbing in rhythm with his penetrating meaty prong. "Oh, nice," he gasped, as each new squirt of hot ooze flowed down over his penis. "Hey, you're coming!"
"Yeah," she said, "what do you think!"
He let his hot come go flying. The wad after wad effect on his spurting organ gave his mother a lasting thrill. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned. She could feel his bone ripple inside her pussy. The hot flashing jism, the muscular contractions of his dick, and most of all his sweating flesh rubbing against her-all of this gave her the kind of hot lusty sex that she longed to have always. "Never leave me, Charley," she begged him. "Never go away unless you promise always to fuck me when you come back." She was delirious with orgasm, and she had little or no idea what she was saying. "Charley, Charley, Charley," she groaned at her son, "my special lover boy. Mmmmm."
He pulled his spent flesh out of her cunt. "Look at that, Mom," he said. "My dick's as red as cooked beet."
"Yes," she said. "You did a fine job, Charley. You really got me hot and bothered, honey." She couldn't pay attention to him. She was still breathless and inarticulate from the fucking. She rolled over on her side and breathed heavily for a while.
Charley thought to himself: well, well, what a nice fuck Mother is, just so long as I don't let her get all carried away. Then he patted her on the shoulder. She turned around and smiled. "Yes, darling?"
"Oh, never mind," he said, looking at her cow eyes. She was already getting hard to handle. She'd be no good to him if she fell romatically in love with him. He needed her pussy, and he loved her, but like a mother, not for someone who wanted to fall head over heels in love. If he tried to tell her this, of course, he'd be in a lot of trouble indeed. So he rolled over to his side of the king-sized bed that his father used to sleep in, and he drifted off to sleep. He only hoped, as just before he fell into unconsciousness he was thinking she might, that his mother would let him use her twat and not get too terribly heart-broken if he should fall in love with some other woman.
CHAPTER TEN
"Listen, babe," she said, "it'll only be between you and I and the bedpost." This would be quite literally true if Tina agreed to what her mother was proposing. "After all, you are a grown woman now, and you do have certain choices of your own to make. Do you get my meaning?" She reached for Tina's leg. "I'm not sure that I'll even enjoy it, but I do think it's something that we might well try anyhow."
"You don't know until you try it?" queried Tina. "Is that the theory?"
"More or less," said Vera. She stroked her daughter's nude legs. She'd caught her coming out of the shower and used the opportunity to ask her just a few questions. Charley was off at school, but Tina hadn't bothered that day. So the house was empty. And Mrs. Benson was as horny as a rose bush is thorny. It just made sense that she grab her lovely daughter and pop the magic question. "You know," continued Vera, her fingers sliding down the edge of the towel and skimming along her lovely daughter's smooth, tanned flesh, "when I was your age I had a lot of questions that all went unanswered just because I was shy, or bashful. You know what I mean? There were times when I could have easily had something that I wanted, but I didn't say so, so I never got it." She ran her hand up Tina's smooth, slender thigh. The flesh under the towel was soft and warm. She was inches from her daughter's heavenly cunt. "You don't mind me touching you like this, honey, do you?"
"No, Mom," said Tina, "I don't. But I don't know for sure if I really want you to."
"We could just try it a little," said Vera, massaging the leg as best she could given the constricting towel. "It might be nice for both of us."
"Yes," said Tina, "I suppose we could. Say, you wouldn't want to just think about it for a little while, would you Mom?"
"I've already made my decision, honey. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here doing this."
"Oh, what the hell," said Tina in a pleasant enough spirit of abandon. "You only live once.
Isn't that what they say?"
"Yes," said Vera, her eyes lighting. "I'm glad you decided that way." She applied her second hand to her lovely daughter's other leg. Tina lifted away the towel.
"Oh, my," said Vera, her face full of blush, "Look at your lovely bush, honey. It's perfect." She ran her palm across the soft pubic hairs between her daughter's legs.
"Just wait until you get a little feel of my insides," said Tina. "I think you'll like that even more."
"Oh, please," said Vera, quite beside herself with excitement, "Let me try that right away." Tina spread her legs. She put her hands down between her thighs and used her own fingers to open her cunt for her mother's close inspection. "Go on and look," she said. "Go ahead, Mom."
Mrs. Benson leaned down and examined her daughter's friendly little pussy hole. "There's juice there already," she observed.
"Yes, of course," said Tina. "There's always a little bit of juice in my cunt. Just enough, just in case." She smiled and gave her mother a special thrill: she took Vera's hand and then the middle finger of the hand: "Come on," she said, "get a fingerful of me, Mom. Let's really try this stuff out, eh?" She pushed her mother's finger down into her liberal pussy. "There," she said, "feel my clit? That's the part I like to rub."
"Me, too," said Tina's mother. "What else is there?" She jerked around inside her daughter's juiced pussy. "It's so soft in you, dear, I'm sure that you have one of the nicest cunts the world has ever known."
"You think so, Mom ? " said Tina in an excited young voice. "I mean that's really super." She was all jubilant enthusiasm. Suddenly she cased talking and spread her legs more and leaned back. "Wow, that feels good, Mom."
Vera had taken to giving her daughter's hot clit a vigorous thrashing. The result was an immediate sensation of ecstasy. And Tina was hardly prepared for it. "Oh, my," she moaned, "I don't know what to do, Mom. That's so hot!"
Mrs. Benson leaned forward and pressed her mouth into her daughter's panting, breathless face. Her tongue lubed the space between Tina's lips, and her open mouth sucked up the young girl's protestant tongue. She finger-fucked and French kissed Tina until the young woman was all shivers and tremors.
"Ooh," grunted Tina. "This isn't at all what I thought it would be like. Oh, no, not at all." She lifted her one knee. Lifting the other would have meant eliminating her mother's hand from her cunt, and that was something that she definitely did not want to do. So she opened her pussy channel by raising one leg. The vaginal lips parted, and Mrs. Benson's finger had plenty of room, and lots of juice, to work with.
"Nice," she told her daughter, "just the way it should be, Tina. I think I like this."
"Quite an experiment, Mom," said young Tina. Her long tanned legs were covered with fresh chill, and her butt hungered for a bit of stimulation to finish her off altogether. "Mom," she said, "if you give me your other hand I'll show you a hot spot."
Mrs. Benson gave her daughter her other hand. Tina took the index finger and thumb on her mother's left hand. "Use your thumb in my twat," she said, "and your index finger in my bunghole. Here, I'll sit like this-" She slid down and then raised her butt. "-and that way you can get both holes at one. What do you think?"
"Well, it can't hurt to try it," said Vera. She applied the left hand as directed. "Is that good Tina?"
"Oh, yes. God yes, that's good, Mom." She spread her legs out in wild abandon. "That thumb makes all the difference in the world. It's like a big cock stuck in there. It makes me want to come already."
"You tell me, darling," said Vera, "if there's some special thing I should do."
"How about," suggested Tina right off, "if we eat each other's bungholes?"
"I'm game," said her mother. "What the hell? as you say."
Tina insisted that since her mother had done so many kind things on her behalf at one time or another, that it should be she, Vera, who gets her ass-hole eaten first. So Vera accepted the honor by spreading her smooth thighs and offering Tina the pleasant hole she loved to have eaten. "Go ahead, honey," she said. "It won't bite."
Tina smiled and leaned into her mother's shit cavity. She wasn't really afraid. She gave her all the tongue meat, in fact, that any woman could possibly use. She supplied a good twisting motion, too, and the tip of her meaty little tongue drilled especially deep, so far, in fact, that she could taste her mother's shit. "Oh, my," she moaned pulling her tongue out of her mother's hole, "I think I went in a little too far."
"No way," said Vera. "No such thing as 'too far' when you talk about reaming out my ass-hole." She laughed and wiggled her butt in delight.
"Did Dad used to eat you that way?" asked Tina of her mother, still wiping her chin and tongue. "Or someone else?"
"Anybody I could get to do it," she said with no shame. "That's the kind of a woman your mother is, darling. I like getting eaten in the butt. I enjoy it. It makes me feel good. I like sucking cock, too. So I do these things. Of course, the nicest, lately, is fucking Charley. Who would ever have thought that I'd be going to my son for the ultimate pleasure!? ? I just can't get over it." She smiled and leaned down between her daughter's legs. "Let me give you a little eat out, just to get you started up again, Tina."
Tina hopped up onto her all fours. "In the ass-hole, Mom," she said, pointing to her butt. "I'll even open it up for you." She reached back, and, much in the same way that Vera had pulled open her ass-hole. "Come on, Maw. Eat my bunghole."
Vera didn't mind a bit. She leaned down and slid her tongue up and down her lovely daughter's slippery groove. Then she filled the hole itself. Her tongue toured the crater entrance, slid sideways into the beginning of the channel, and buried itself way down deep in the shit canyon.
"Nice," groaned Tina. "I love it!" She waved her ass on her mother's face. "But now I want to eat you, Maw. That's nice for us both, eh?"
Vera pulled her tongue out of Tina's bunghole and without saying a word lay down and spread her legs. Tina hopped into the breach and used her hands to open up her mother's big, wet cunt. She supplied the meaty hole with her hot wet tongue, and it took her maybe five seconds to locate the clit. "Ahhhh," she said, "I got you now, Mom." With that she jammed her tongue in and out against the rubbery clit meat in her mother's pussy.
"Oh, shit," groaned Mrs. Benson, pushing her tubular muscles against her daughter's swollen, active tongue, "that's the best thrill I've had in a long time."
"It must be that we women know how to do this well because we know exactly what the fuck we want."
"Yes," said Vera, "that must be it."
Then, mother and daughter decided to assume the classic sixty-nine position. Vera took the position on her back, and she spread her long lovely legs so that Tina could lay prone between her thighs. "There we go," said Vera, eating away already, "just about the perfect sucking angle for me, honey."
"This reminds me of the time I ate, Daddy," said Tina as she started into her mother's hot box. "He was on top of me, though, and I was sucking on his rod. We-" Suddenly Tina realized that her mother had ceased eating her pussy. She also recognized that she'd made the biggest mistake of her life. Her mother had never known about the lovemaking she'd done with Tom, her father, her mother's husband. And now, in a careless moment of the intimacy she'd always wanted-though not necessarily sexual-she'd blurted out a key piece of evidence that would very-likely destroy any chance at all of getting back together with her mother.
"Now," said Vera, sliding out from under, "do I understand you correctly young lady? You were making love with your father? Is that what I just heard?"
"Mom, please," said Tina, "you don't know the whole story. Don't jump to conclusions."
"I didn't jump to any conclusions, Tina. You jumped to one or two though, I guess, with your father!" She was irate. "Tell me all about it, why don't you!" She grabbed Tina by the arms and shook her. "Come on Tina, you can tell me, you mother. After all, we're friends." Vera shoved her daughter down on her back. "Now, young lady, you talk up, or I'll find a way to make sure you do."
"OK, alright," said Tina. "But let go of my arms, you're hurting me."
Vera grabbed Tina's tit. "You think your arm hurts, eh? If I don't start getting a true confession out of you in the next five seconds, you'll be hurting far worse than on your arm. Come on Tina, let's hear it."
So Tina told her mother the whole story about how she'd been sleeping with Tom for well over a year, and about how she'd hated him for it at first, about what had happened after she became accustomed to fucking him, and, finally, about his visit the other night. By the time she'd finished relating the entire series of events, Vera had calmed down. "He was here the other night?" asked Vera. "So that spot on your bed wasn't just your juice, it was his too! And you weren't asleep, he'd just been here!"
"Yes," admitted Tina. "He'll be back again, too, Mom. I think you should give him another chance. After all, we all get to do the fucking we want to now, why shouldn't Dad? If he wants to?"
Vera wondered if her daughter was just trying to find a good way to get an easy lay with her husband. If Tom came back, that meant that he'd be around more often, which meant that Tina and he could fuck whenever they wanted. But Tina understood what was going through her mother's mind: "I think he really loves you more, Mom."
Vera reached down to her daughter's hot pussy. "You have a much nicer cunt, honey. Better legs." She stroked Tina's long tanned legs. "You have smoother skin, a prettier face. Why should he love me more."
"Oh, Mom," said Tina, "don't talk like that." She sat up and patted her mother on the back. Then she pressed her young lips to her mother's mouth. She French kissed Vera, and then she kissed her hot breasts and big nipples. She worked her way into Vera's puss where her licking and sucking insured a steady flow of juice. Afterwards, she said: "Mom, I'd do anything to start over, just to make sure you and
Dad stayed together."
"I know, darling," said Vera, somewhat distracted. She opened her legs so that Tina could supply more hot tongue. "But eat me out for now, and we'll talk later."
Tina was happy to have the opportunity to do her mother such an easy favor. She rubbed her Mom's soft legs and buttocks, and she continued to munch inside the hot box. Soon Mrs. Benson was covered with chills. She shook with a passionate sexual fever.
"I can see right now," said Tina, "you're going to have one hell of a climax!"
"Yes," said her mother. "Yes, indeed." She rocked from right to left, up and down, and slopped her open cunt into her daughter's sweet face: "Don't stop, Tina," she hollered. "Keep that rub going."
Tina pushed her tongue hard and fast against her mother's erect clitoris. She bounced the tip of the meaty sex button with the tip of her long tongue. Soon her mother's twat gushed passion juice. "Oh, fuck, Tina! This is it!" With that final wail she shot off, exploded in climax. She rolled off of her sweet young daughter's tongue and said, "Nice. Very nice. Thank you."
"Was it good?" asked Tina, wiping some juice off her face.
"Couldn't have been better," whimpered Vera. She rolled sideways to sleep. When her eyes had been shut for a moment she said in a voice characteristic of post-coital slumber: "Next time your father shows up, honey, you let me know, alright?"
"Sure, Mom," said Tina. "Anything you say."
"That'll be good," mumbled Vera, only half-conscious. "It'll be good for everybody." She was asleep.
Tina laid down, put her head on her mother's naked thigh, and she too, though slightly confused, dozed off.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was a week later, while she bathed in a steaming tub, that Tina's father came home. She was scrubbing her smooth back with an organic sponge. The oil and soap which she used dripped down her slick, shiny skin. Her back was as soft as satin, and her hands rubbed the sponge this way and that. She pressed it against her titties, against her smooth chest, and she even worked the soft cleansing pad down along her cunt hole. There, in fact, she was tempted to supply herself with a good little tweak. She juiced up her pussy with some soap suds, and just as she was about to slide her hand down between her supple thighs, into the sap producing space between her vaginal lips, she heard the front door of the house open.
Her brother and Vera were out, and no one was expected. She quickly stepped up out of the slopping water and wrapped a towel around her dripping body. The towel covered up her nipples and fell just below the line of her bush. But it was really not very warm for her. Chills climbed up and down her wet flesh as she made her way to the living room.
In one way Tina wasn't surprised to discover that the intruder was Tom, her father. He sat comfortably at the dining room table, and he sipped a cup of luke warm coffee. "Hello, honey," he said without looking up.
"Hello, Daddy," said Tina, cinching up the towel a little more around her titties. "Are you OK? "
"Oh, sure, darling, I just wanted to stop by and say hello."
Tina walked over to the table. "You look good," she said. "I'm alone here."
"Oh?" He reached for the towel and pulled it out of her loose grip. "Nice," he said. "You're taking good care of yourself." He referred to her fine full titties, her smooth supple skin, her nubile body in general. Then he flipped her back the towel. "But you don't want me to talk about that, do you?"
"I don't mind," she told him. "In fact, I think it would be good if we did it again."
"Really?" he asked. "I feel like a river rat coming here when you Mom's out and all, but
I love you and your Mother, honey." He reached out, and Tina filled his open arms with her wet, shivering body. "Mmmmm," he hummed, happy to have her smooth skin up against him.
"You're going to get all wet," she told him. "Let's go in the bedroom and get hot."
"Yeah," he said. "I think I'd like that." He smiled and followed her lead to the bedroom. There he undressed and exposed his huge phallus. "You like the looks of that?" he asked her. "Even in broad daylight?"
"Oh, yes," she said, falling to her knees in front of him. "Let me get some of that cock in my mouth." She planted his soft meat in her face. It took only a second to make-the prick stiff. "Oh, my," she groaned, "Look how it grows!" She held the prick in her palm and they could both watch the muscle get big. "I'm going to get one hell of a fuck from that thing, aren't I, Daddy?"
"You bet, honey. Just lay down and open your legs up. Old Dad will give you what's good for you."
She lay down on her back on her bed. She spread her smooth young legs. The bush in between leaked a river of slimy clit juice. The pubic hair was matted and squashed down. The cunt lips below were open, ready, begging to be spread more, filled with penis. "OK, " he said, sliding down between her smooth loins, "here comes the fuck you been waiting for little girl. All the meat you can possibly handle in that hot twat of yours." He reached down and adjusted the angle at which his hog approached her meaty pussy. He held his tool so that the head would slide along the top, along the slippery ceiling of his daughter's pussy. The head, the crown of mushroom meat, would jam the clitoris back and forth. When he was quite sure that the hot pink flesh was properly positioned he warned Tina: "Here comes the biggest meat of your life, darling. Spread those legs and hold on tight. We're going for a big ride!"
She reached up and grabbed hold of the head of the bed. She held on so tight that her hands and knuckles, especially, turned white. "I'm ready, Daddy," she said, her knees up, her thighs wide. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
He lowered his cock into her slippery tube. The head of the meat caught her exactly right. He hit the clit on the button. She heaved upwards, her hips going wild with ecstasy with each and every stroke of his monster meat. The jumbo cock head twisted her clit, probed her pussy, filled her so full of hot hog that she didn't know which way to turn. She writhed in ecstasy as her father's pecker reamed her pussy as it had never been reamed before.
"Oh, my God!" she grunted. "It's so fucking hot. That meat of yours, Daddy, it's like hot steel!" She begged him to slow down, but she really meant for him to plow her faster. She bounced her hips up into his groin, slid her pussy lips sideways on the thick shaft of his pecker, and she let loose of the bedboard in order to grab him around the shoulders. She used her nails of her left hand to drag chills up his spine.
"Oh, fuck," he grunted, feeling her hot little twat go wild with contractions on his dick, "those milking squeezes are the best, darling. Really the best!"
She twisted her hot young body so that her father's cock would have the maximum amount of pleasure from her. Her sweating loins and belly rubbed softly along his muscular hips and along the girdle of crotch flesh that supported his hefty penis. She gyrated, rubbed his meat with all of her pussy, not just with one or the other wall, and her fully aroused pelvis bounced the huge meat in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, continuing to grind away on his pecker. "I don't believe you have the big meat you do," she said. "I can't get over how thick and hot a wedge of flesh that thing is, Daddy." She grunted when he stuffed her even more.
He drilled down deep. His object was to send her into passionate and ecstatic wails. He had to be finished fucking her before his wife arrived home, not that he didn't want her to discover him fucking their daughter, but because he wanted to be prepared to give Vera the same kind of fucking that he gave Tina. "Here's some more," he said, pounding his groin into hers, "take it and love it!" He rubbed his shaft along the insides of his daughter's sweet twat. The juice alone was enough to make a man's heart pound, but add to that the incredible slippery flesh and you have some idea of the fine feel Tom Benson was getting from fucking his daughter's honey pot.
Soon Tina began to cry out: "Oh, fuck! Shit! Oh, fuck, Daddy, I love it!" She rolled her hot twat muscles across his dick and continued to sob indelicately: "I love that pecker meat muscle, Pop. It's the hottest hog in town and I love it to be spearing me. Oh, God, yes!" She jammed her hips up around the flesh pole. Her pussy clamped onto the base of the dick, and in this way she secured for herself a good portion of the head. "Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh," she grunted, "here I go..."
She juiced all over his joy stick. The hot ooze lubricated the channel so that he could penetrate her to the fullest depths. She used her milking twat contractions to suck him as far into her as possible. She worked her box on this big stiff meat, and she began panting: "Uuuuuuuhh ... ahhhhhhh ... oooooooohh!"
Her heated flesh was sweating and pulsing with hot desire as she climaxed on her father's thick penis.
"There," he said, yanking his prick out of Tina's twat hole, "now that ought to be proof enough for you that I can fuck like a bastard, eh?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she sighed. "God yes!" She looked down at her dripping cunt. "Look at all that. But you didn't come!"
"Not yet, honey. I'm saving that."
She grabbed his hefty pole. "I want your jism, Daddy. I want your fucking come in me."
"No," he said, "not right now. But you can suck me clean if you like. Just lick off all that juice from your twat." He watched his daughter's young tongue scrape off his boner. When she finished he had a big lusty smile on his face, and he was just about ready for more fucking. "You know," he said, "the problem here was that your brother and I weren't getting along. You know that, Tina?" He scratched his butt and swung his legs down off the bed to the floor. His erection flopped around between his thighs. He held his meat in one hand as he spoke. "If Charley and I could have hit it off, if we'd been both fucking your mother and you, then it would have made everything just right."
"Yeah," said Tina, "I know what you mean." She liked the idea of getting her father's and her brother's pricks to play with. "Maybe we could try that out, Dad?" She pulled on her nipples and smiled. "Don't you think there's still time to try that?"
They both heard the front door open. "I sure do," said Tom Benson, "and there's no time like the present to get us started, eh?" He stood up and walked slowly to the living room. He arrived in the nude in front of his wife and son: "Well, let's get this over with!"
"You bastard," she cried at him. "Where the hell have you been?" Vera was hysterical at the sight of her husband standing nude in the living room.
"You booted me out," he said, "but I'm back, just like I said I'd be. Come over here."
"I will not," said Vera. She put down her purse and started away, to the kitchen. But in one long leap Tom Benson was across the room. "And you stay out of this, Charley," he said to his son, "because there's plenty of hot twat between your mother's legs for the both of us. Understand?"
"Sure, Dad," said Charley. "Whatever you say." He backed off and watched his father tackle Vera. "On the floor, cunt," moaned Tom. "It's gonna be a hot fuck for you, like it or not."
His hands went flying up her skirt, and, with the backs of her legs in his hands, he pulled her feet out from under her. She toppled to the floor, but his strong grip braced her fall. He still had his hands around her smooth waist. He pulled up her skirt and he pulled down her stockings and panties. "Now," he said, "Vera, I'm gonna give you the fuck you been waiting for."
"Oh, God, Charley," she moaned, "do something. Help me!" Her hands waved wildly. But really she wanted Tom to stuff her full of hot cock. No matter how she yelled and protested the near rape, she really did love the idea. And when she felt his pecker running down into her cunt, she nearly gave way all together. "Hot fucking damn!" she finally creamed at him, "oh, my, but I missed that sword of yours!"
Her hips rocked, and her cunt slid up so as to grab his stiff meat and pull it into her as far as it could go. The slippery folds of her pussy tugged on the head of his meat. The mushroom head was bursting inside her, giving her the tremendous thrill that she loved. "Now," commanded Tom Benson, "open up wider. I have a big surprise for you."
Vera spread her legs as her husband commanded her to do. Meanwhile, Tom called to Charley who still watched with hungry eyes. He told him to undress. Charley, a little confused, did so.
"Alright, Dad," he said when he had his clothes off, "what now?"
"Now," said his father, "you are going to fuck your Mother. I think she needs us both."
"Oh, gee, Dad, I don't know..."
"Don't give me a hard time, Charley. This is what it's all about." He pulled his rod out of Vera's slippery twat hole. "Get ready for another hot dick, honey. Here comes Charley."
With that he climbed off of his wife and directed his son into the hot furry breach. "Get on in there," he commanded Charley. "Give her the old one-two. Sock it to her just the way I would!"
Charley jammed his stiff meat up his mother's hot pussy. She moaned in his ear: "Oh, yes, Charley. That's good, honey. Give it to me hard. You father's right, this is the way to do it, honey. Both of you in my hot twat any time you want. Oh, my, I love it." She lifted her hips and heaved her son up in the air. When he came down his flesh prong expanded inside her pussy. "Ooooooh," she wailed, "that's the hot penis I love."
He drilled down, nailed his mother's twat to the kitchen floor. With his hands he reached up and took her titties. "Oh, nice," he sighed when he had a good feel of those big soft mammary glands. He used his fingers to tug on her hot budding nipples, too. Chills crawled around on his mother's fat tits. "Oh, Mom," he moaned, "I love to suck on your titties and fuck your vagina. I love you, Mother."
"That's the nicest thing you could say, darling," she said as her hips squirmed under his powerfully drilling cock. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna come now."
"Me, too," said Charley. His flesh went slipping and sliding in and out of his mother's banging cunt. "I'm gonna spill out all over the place."
"Good," said his father. "Fill your mother's pussy with all the hot jism you can give her. Flood that hairy hole with all the come you got. She'll love it."
Charley felt his stiff sex muscle begin twitching. The juice would soon gush from his cock. He knew that the hefty wads of hot semen would all go down her sweet thick tube. "OK, " he sighed, "here..." He could say no more. A ripple of ecstasy spread down his boner, and his hot meat squirted out love serum. "Ahhh," he sighed, "that's what I call a good fuck!" His ass waved up and down as he pounded his prick like a jackhammer into his mother's hot tube. When he'd finished filling her with love cement, he rolled off her bod. "That was great, Dad. Thanks a lot."
Tom Benson ignored Charley. He climbed down between the still swinging and rocking legs of his wife. "Now, honey," he said, "I'm gonna bang you again, too."
"Oh, shit, thank you, Tom. I love you both. It's so nice to have men like you around. We must be the happiest family in the world."
Vera opened her legs and Charley watched his father fill the space. Soon his father was tired, however, and again he had to fuck his mother. He didn't mind, though. He got to come in her pussy, and she was very sweet to him, kissing his face, his chest, making sure that his big stiff flesh prong got all the right treatment.
Later, when he'd pulled his joint out of his mother's pussy, he felt relieved that his father was back home. It meant he wouldn't have to work so hard to keep both Tina and Vera satisfied.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A week later the family celebrated their reunion. Tom Benson brought home plenty of wine, Vera prepared a fabulous dinner, and the children helped to clean the house. When the Benson family finally sat down to dinner, they were all of them nude.
Vera sat between her husband and her son. Her big flowing titties would occasionally flop against the table when she reached for the butter, or for more wine. Opposite her, of course, was lovely teenage Tina, a mirror image, but younger. Tina's fat breasts wobbled and shimmered all the way up until ice cream was served. Finally, unable to resist the temptation any longer, she told her father that she had to have some sort of fuck right now, or else she'd go crazy.
Tom excused himself from the table and took Tina by the hand. He escorted her to the back bedroom and there, between her long soft legs he applied his muscular tongue. She cooed and gasped and panted until he found her clitoris, and then she went wild. "Oh, my fucking Lord, oh, fuck, shit, piss," she grunted, "mother-fucking ass-hole whore-give me that cock stick, Daddy. Give it to me up my cunt! Please!" She sat up so fast that Tom Benson didn't know what was happening. But then he saw.
His daughter heaved herself on his joint. She sucked the mighty stick up into her face and licked and slobbered on it like a hunger struck tiger. She gnawed on the healthy meat, and then she licked the bulbous pulsing vein. "Oh, my," she sighed, "this is the best reunion ever, Daddy." She hummed on the meaty stick. "I love your penis. It's the perfect thing to make a reunion with." She went pulling and tugging and jerking on the sword of flesh. She yanlced it out of its socket, nearly, and then humped the mushroom head with her splendid fleshy mouth. There was nothing that could stop this tender teenage beauty from practically swallowing her father's penis. "Oooh," he moaned on occasion. "Ahhhhhh," he groaned. "Very, very nice, honey." He used his hands to play with the smooth skin on the nape of her neck. He combed his fingers through her long silky sandy blonde hair. The feel of her flesh cheeks against his balls rubbed him into greater and higher levels of orgasmic passion than he thought existed. "Fuck," he groaned, "come here, honey." He pulled her up close to his face. Her fat titties rubbed along his chest as she came up close to her father's mouth.
When she arrived near his open, parted lips, Tina lifted one huge mammary and stuffed her Daddy's face with it. The nipple went bulging into the back of his oral cavity. She held the part of the tit that worked around in his mouth with both hands. She pushed and pulled it in and out of his mouth. "Oh, my," she drooled on him, "this is the best little lick I ever got, Daddy. It's just wonderful."
Then she pulled her breast out of his mouth and grabbed her other titty. She stuffed that one in his eyeball, and drew it down along his cheek. The titty nipple popped into his lips where he began to suck and rub it. "God damn," she groaned, "what a great feel, Daddy."
He punched her with his prick, and that popped the last tit out of his face. "Uuuuuhhh, Daddy, what are you doing?" she complained. He forced his pecker up into her open slit. The juice eased down his rod, gushed along his balls, puddled under him. "Mmmmmmm," he hummed, "you got what it fucking takes, Tina. Just give it to me now." He rolled his pelvis and his stiff joint hiked up inside his daughter's pubic hole. "You like?"
"I like," she grunted. "I like very-uhg! What the fuck?! "
He stabbed her with his digit in her rear. The bunghole cavity opened and closed around his knuckle. "Ugh," she grunted, "I wasn't expecting that."
But her smooth pussy opened up and took more of his cock up into the slippery folds of flesh and muscle that would soon milk her father's hot rod for all the come she could get. "My, my, my," he moaned to his daughter, while he kissed her neck and sucked her ear lobes, "you sure have learned how to fuck, honey. I really mean it. You're almost as good as your mother was when she was a young woman. Did you know that?"
"Oh, thank you, Daddy," she panted. "I never would have believed I'd get to see that big flesh wedge of yours again. This is the best party a girl could ever have." She worked her pussy down around his stiff pecker. The joint traveled the distance of her meaty hair pie. He slammed her hard with that pecker, and she cried out loud: "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me harder, Daddy. Give it to me all the way!"
He took a deep breath and pulled his hips back. Then he let his flesh arrow fly. He stabbed her in the cunt so quickly and so deeply that her clit nearly popped off the wall inside. "Jesus, fuck!" she cried, but she climaxed then, with that one shot, and gushed out all over him. When she was finished, she rolled off the pecker to the side. "That was really something," she commented, looking down between her spread legs. "I never had it like that before." She scratched her open wound and finger fucked out some juice. Then she looked at her father who still had a big hard penis between his legs. "Daddy," she said, "do you want to have an orgasm, too?"
"Yes," he said. "Will you help me?"
"Of course," she smiled. She reached over to his big hog and jerked on the fat muscle with her small warm hands. Her palm stroked the topside of the big pecker, and soon she had him contracting and swearing about how he was going to come, and she wondered where the jism would go when he finally came off. She popped the head of the dick into her face and solved the problem. Then her father started squirting and she swallowed every drop of the salty stuff. She swallowed it down so fast that she had time to breathe between squirts. When it was all over she took her face away from his big sexual organ and looked at the dark muscle that she'd just sucked off: "Pop," she said, "you got the biggest prick a girl could ever ask for." Then she licked him clean.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Vera and her son, Charley, had not sat idle. After dinner, and after Tom and Tina had left, they moved close to each other and started a sort of tingle festival in each other's bodies. What they did was lay down on the living room carpet and very gently begin to caress each other. "Mom," confessed Charley midway in the touch game, "I'm sort of glad that Dad's home now. He's a lot nicer to me, and he seems to care that I get you laid enough." He slid his finger into his mother's hot pie box.
"Well," she agreed, "yes, he is much nicer." She pulled on his big fat penis. "You know," she said, seeing how big and fat and thick his joint was, "I think the best thing for us to do now is to fuck. What do you say?"
"Oh, sure," he agreed. "Why not?" He got up and planted his joint down between her legs. It took only a quick thrust in the right direction to fill his mother's pussy with hot meat. "There," he said, plying the inside folds with plenty of his hot cock muscle. "You like that, Mom? I want to be sure that it's as good for you as it is for me."
"Oh, honey," she moaned, "it's just the way I love it." She bounced him up and down, in and out of her sweltering hairy pussy. Her fleshy legs and boiling cunt gave him the kind of ride that he could thoroughly enjoy. He liked fucking his sister, but his mother's hot pussy was the fleshy, smooth sort that could get hot and horny with one quick rub.
"You know," said his mother in a lusty breathless voice, "I'd like it if you'd rub my cunt-clit a little more, eh? You know, sort of grind that mushroom head of yours up against it. That gets me really hot, honey. I like that the best."
Charley was happy to give his mother all the pleasure she wanted. He reared back and slammed his pecker up against his mother's hot little buttery clitoris. The greased sex button flicked back and forth, and Vera Benson began to wail: "Shit, that's nice, son. That's the best yet, honey. Keep it coming." She waved her hips on his steely flesh sword. The hot muscles in her wet twat juiced and jammed all over his meaty stick. "God damn," she drawled, "I sure do love that honey pot of mine to be filled up with your penis, honey. You do it the way it should be done, kid. Think you can just rock it in a little harder though?"
Charley smiled. He was waiting for Vera to ask him to hit her hard with his stick. So he arranged to give her exactly what she wanted. He slid his hand under her butt, and then he plied the bunghole space there with his finger. He entered the shit tube and twirled his digit. This opened his mother's hot twat even more. Now he took his juicy rod in his hand and used his penis like a plastic dildo. He rubbed the insides of his mother's slippery twat with the head of his powerhouse sword.
"Oh, God damn fucking-a," she hollered. "That's the way I want it alright. That's perfect!" She rolled back and forth and, even though they were on the floor of the living-room, she bounced him up and down on top of her. Every time she came down, of course, it was on her son's hot finger, and every time she went up, it was for more of his thick meaty prick loving.
"My, how we do get on," she moaned while clamping her legs together around his hot nuts. "It's really the best fucking ever, Charley. If only we had known that we could be fucking like this before."
"Oh, that's alright, Mom," said Charley, flexing his finger in her ass-hole channel, "it's good that we can do it now." He let his joint fly downwards in her cunt. He gave her as much meat as she could possibly use. The pecker was so stiff that no matter which way Vera rocked and rolled and heaved, the muscle itself stayed firm. "Come in me," she begged her son. "Give me that hot jism of yours, Charley."
He slid up and down in her hairy wet twat slit. Then he let his penis muscle contractions take over. He gave her the ripple effect, against her clit, while his fiery poker branded the inside of her pussy with hot jism. The wads of come went flying down her tube, and the more he flooded her vagina chamber, the more she cried how she loved him.
"Oh, God, that fuck stick is the best, son. The absolute best." She rolled back and yanked her pussy off of his meaty joint. "Let me see that thing," she said. She eyeballed and inspected the hot poker with which her son had given her so much satisfaction. With the hot cock still greasy and in the palm of her hand, she took to licking it off. "You know," she said, "I'm going to have myself a lot of fun with this fresh meat of yours, Charley, my son. Yes, indeedy, a lot of fun." She went back to licking his jumbo fuck stick.
Charley smiled at his mother's friendly affection. Then he adjusted his positon so that, Vera could continue to lick his hog while he in turn could lick out her juice and ooze filled twat. Also, in this way, his mother's fat tits were easy to get to. He leaned toward her sweet gushing breach and applied himself to the slippery insides. The thick glistening lips peeled back when his tongue jammed down inside and began thrusting at her clitoris meat. The sex button went hog wild, and Charley prepared to make another stand inside his mother's wonderful vagina.
A while later they had finished fucking and sucking, and the whole family sat around in the living room together. Of course they were all nude and it was easy to see that mother and daughter, Vera and Tina, were very much alike. And Tom and Charley looked like older and younger brother, rather than father and son. Their cocks were exposed, just as Vera and Tina's hairy wet twats were open and ready.
"Well, who wants to go again?" asked Vera. Her fat breasts were shimmering and shaking.
"I do, Mom," said Tina. "I'd love to go again."
"No, darling," said Vera, "we need another man to fuck us. It's no good for just you and I."
"I'll be ready in a little while," said Charley, looking down at his still limp pecker. He'd fucked his mother twice, and now since she wanted more, he would have to get on another big bone for her. But he didn't mind. She had one very likable pussy.
Tom Benson, for his part, was nearly hard again. "If you give me just a little suck," he told Tina, "I'll be able to get hot and horny in a minute. Then we can pick up where we left off."
"Sure," agreed his daughter. She leaned down to her Daddy's penis and sucked the meaty fuck stick into her face. "My Daddy," she said later with a keen eye to her brother's hot hog, "has a very slick meat." Then she buried the burning flesh in her mouth.
"Nice," said Charley. "Well, my Mommy has a very nice twat." He jumped on his mother's hefty crotch, gave her his long tongue, and when she was ready, he plowed Vera's fertile cunt.
"My, oh, my," screamed his mother in total ecstasy as her son's long prick stabbed in and out of her slippery hole, "this is really what I would call a perfect family reunion!" She waved her hips up and down and sucked her son's hard penis further into her pussy than she'd ever taken him before. "Son," she said, "you're going to have that fuck stick in perfect condition when I get done with you." She laughed and bounced him up and down on her big body. Her fat tits were too much temptation for Charley to resist. He licked and sucked the nipples and then the smooth breast meat, too. "Oh, Mom," he groaned, pumping her hot channel with all his might, "this is one smooth fuck!"
"Yes, son," Vera agreed, sliding her twat hole up on her son's slippery fuck stick, "this is the best!"
They all of them jammed like that for the rest of the night. It was, as Charley's Mother had named it, the perfect family reunion.