"Will that be all for this evening, Mrs. Wiler?" Georgette Milton asked, stopping just short of the wing chair occupied by Barbara Wiler.
Barbara looked up from the book she had been reading, seeing the attractive young girl waiting. Barbara wondered vaguely (as she was doing more and more often as of late) if she were ever as young as Georgette now was.
"How old are you, Georgette?" Barbara asked, unconsciously having put her thoughts into actual words. "Nineteen?"
"Amost twenty, Mrs. Wiler."
Jesus, almost twenty. And, Barbara had a son and a daughter older than that. Bobby was twenty-five; Jill was twenty-one.
And Barbara, as she always did when thinking of her exiled children, got a faint chill that ran up the full length of her spine and then came down again.
"Yes, I'm through with you for this evening, Georgette," Barbara said. "You go off and have a good time. A date with some young man, is it?"
"Yes, m'am."
Yes, of course, it would be a date with a young man. At that age, young men were all the young women were thinking about-and vice versa. At twenty, people were still naive enough to think that life was one sexual encounter after another, interrupted with a bit of love to give reason to the promiscuity.
Barbara watched as Georgette left the room, wiggling her attractive little ass behind her. And, Barbara suspected some young man was going to have one hell of an evening in store for him.
Putting her book to one side (she no longer felt like reading) Barbara focused in on the fire, thinking of absolutely nothing for a few moments, except the way the red-white glow was slowly eating away the edges of one log.
Was Barbara getting old, or was she just feeling that way lately? Forty-three, after all, wasn't anywhere near death, was it? She still had plenty of years ahead of her. Most widows of her age would have been out kicking up their heels. So, why in the hell was Barbara hibernating?
She was forty-three. She was rich. She certainly didn't have to hide her head in a paper bags. She would have probably had a whole gamut of suitors if she would have let them within striking distance. However, Barbara-even though she did have moments when she wished she could get fucked-kept pretty much to the house. She had even been lax in attending all of those club meetings which had kept her occupied while Willis was alive.
Barbara stood, stretched, walked over to the window in pretense of watching the ocean in the moonlight. In actuality, she went so as to catch sight of her reflection in the night-darkened glass. What she saw, even she-in her somewhat despondent mood- had to admit wasn't all that bad. Black hair: long and lush. Arched brows. Thick lashes. Black eyes. Upturned nose. Full mouth. Long neck. Large-but not giant-breasts. Thin waist. Slim hips. Excellent legs.
Put them all together, they spell mother ...
Barbara turned from the window, went back to the chair where she decided she didn't want to sit down.
Hell, what did she want to do?
She checked her wristwatch. It was only eight o'clock. She somehow thought it would be later.
Goddamn, she was getting into a rut, wash't she? When Willis was alive, Barbara would have given anything for a few hours on her own. Now that she had the time, she seemed content to play hermit (or was it hermitess?). Whatever ...
She did, of course, know why she wasn't leaving the house, didn't she? Sure, she did!
Quit trying to fool yourself, Barbara! You know ... you know ...
It was because Bobby and Jill were in town, wasn't it? Barbara was simply scared that she was going to, somewhere, run into her two offspring. That was what was keeping her ensconced here day after day, night after night.
Of course, when Willis was alive, the two kids kept away, didn't they? Oh yes, Willis had made no bones about the fact that he didn't want either of them anywhere within his eyesight.
"The minute either of those two perverts show up on my doorstep, their allowances get completely chopped!" Willis had proclaimed whenever the gossip columns mentioned that Bobby and Jill were back in the States.
Willis, though, probably since he hadn't been planning to die of a heart attack at fifty, hadn't made any provisions in the will to keep his two children at lengthy distance from his widow. Oh, he had gotten around to cutting both Bobby and Jill off with little more than the allowances they had gotten while he was alive, but, he hadn't gotten around to making any stipulations other than that the continuance of those allowances would depend upon Barbara's largesse. Although, Barbara hadn't gotten up the nerve yet to contact either child to let them know she didn't want them around any more than their father had. Perhaps, Barbara was just a little guilty that the bulk of the sizable estate had been left to her; and any confrontations were bound to have Bobby and or Jill throwing up the fact that Barbara had done pretty well for herself, while her children were forced to exist under the shadow of a stringent budget.
Not that their allowances made either of the kids a pauper. Hell, no! What each got would probably have kept a family of five well fed (they were, after all, for better or worse, Willis Wiler's children); but, compared to what Barbara had come away with, their share was pretty paltry.
Maybe if Barbara offered them more money if they would leave, she would have less hard feelings than if she threatened to cut off their present allowances if they didn't move the hell on.
What in the hell were they doing back anyway? Compared to the jet set life they had both been living for the past three years, the social life this town had to offer had to be low-key.
But, then, Barbara was beyond trying to figure out her two children, wasn't she? How Barbara and Willis had, between them, come out with two such monsters was completely beyond Barbara's realm of comprehension. She certainly didn't have any recollection of something like this having shown up previously in her family tree; although Barbara was sure Willis-to his dying day-blamed something in Barbara's genes for what had happened as regarded their children.
Not that either Bobby or Jill had turned out "monsters" in the sense of being physically deformed. Quite to the contrary. They had both been beautiful babies (exceptional in a world known for producing an abundance of wrinkled uglies); and, they had each grown to be exceptionally attractive adults. So attractive, as a matter of fact, that they were favorites of photographers called upon to supplement material that filled national and international scandal sheets.
Barbara sat, reached for her book, opened the pages to where she had left off reading. But, she really wasn't into reading, was she? Although, her eyes were wandering obediently over the black words on the white paper, Barbara's brain was registering something quite other than what was on the written page.
In fact, what Barbara was thinking of at that particular moment was what had happened that evening she and Willis had come back from the Hamilton party (Willis had complained of indigestion) and found ...
She shouldn't be thinking of THAT, should she? But every time she thought she-had it sufficiently thrown back into a convenient corner of her mind, submerged deep enough to be forgotten, up it popped again.
On the other hand, how in the hell could anyone be expected to forget something like that? Something like that was bound to become deeply etched on a mother's brain as any brand was bound to burn itself into the flank of some unsuspecting breast.
Barbara fidgeted in her chair, disturbed by the heat along her legs and in her loins, until she realized the warmth could be explained away by the burning log and not be blamed on something flaming from the inside out.
Was her cunt grouting wet between her thighs?
Barbara often (still-to this day) had dreams about what she had Willis had walked in on that night of the Hamilton party, didn't she? And while she insisted those dreams were nightmares (what else could she call them-under the circumstances?) those nightmare fantasies were disturbing in that they always left Barbara drenched with moisture-inside and out. And, that couldn't help but be disturbing, since a wet cunt usually designated sexual arousal, didn't it?
And how in the hell could a mother be turned on by dreams of her own two children fucking?
And, that was what they had been doing, wasn't it? Fucking! The two of them had been fucking. Right here in this very room. Right here by this very fireplace (there had been a fire burning, then, too). Fucking! On a polar-bear-skin rug which Willis had since assigned to some dark and hidden corner of the cluttered upstairs attic.
Barbara shivered at the remembrance. She, at first, hadn't believed her eyes. How could she? Finding anyone fucking in the library was the last thing she had been expecting. Then to suddenly realize those sweaty and grunting bodies belonged to her own two children, well ...
Barbara shut the book with a bang, hoping that the noise would snap her back to the reality. Because, it wasn't at all healthy to be dwelling on that one perverted incident in her past. There had been something exceedingly horrible about that sexual coupling which went far beyond the mere incestuous implications. What Barbara had probably found the most horrible aspect of all had been the fact that the fucking rhythm of those bodies had been erotically beautiful.
Her children were so fucking beautiful, after all, weren't they? And, Bobby had been all young, healthy, muscle and dimpled ass cheeks. Jill had been an alabaster Venus, legs splayed and lifted around Bobby's waist.
And Jill's hair, black as her mother's, had been fanned on the bear rug beneath her head. Jill's hands had been at Bobby's neck, her long nails making slash marks that (while not drawing blood) were blood-like in their redness.
"Fuck me, brother! Fuck me!" Wasn't that what Jill had been mumbling; or, had Barbara only imagined that? Things, after all, were exceptionally muddled that evening, weren't they? Barbara was aware that there had been screaming as Willis had let go with his parental outrage. Bobby and Jill had come undone (surprisingly slow-even in discovery-to surrender their pleasure).
Jesus, Bobby's cock had been big, hadn't it? Barbara couldn't believe how big it had been. Or, maybe her imagination (her shock?) had made it seem bigger than it really was. Maybe the reflecting firelight off the juice-slicked shanks had somehow added to the dimensions. But whatever, it had seemed enormous.
And where had Bobby gotten his impressive phallic dimensions? From Barbara's side of the family? Barbara had seen her father's cock once: a short stubby thing almost lost within the tangled salt-and-pepper growth at the man's groin. From Willis' side of the family, then? Willis' prick had been good-sized, but certainly it had been nowhere near the seeming foot that had been jutting up from his son's bull-like balls.
Barbara let her book slip from her hand to the floor. The fall was hardly announced sound-wise due to the thick piling of the rug. Barbara left her arm hanging over the edge of the chair, her fingers slowly combing the softness of the carpet. For the moment, anyway, Barbara was lost in her recollection of Bobby (handsome and big-pricked), of Jill (beautiful and glossed with perspiration).
Willis' screaming had burst out to ruin their erotic coupling, flooding Barbara with the reality of not looking on merely an exquisite (if pornographic) sculpture. Bobby and Jill, rudely called back from their sexual euphoria, still appeared as if they weren't fully cognizant of the fact that their parents were now in the room with them.
Someone-probably Willis- had told Barbara to leave them. She had obliged, going to the upstairs bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, listening but not really hearing the shouting that continued down below.
And, Willis had finally come up to the bedroom, his face flushed, his chest heaving with his labored breathing, his cock as stiff as steel.
Willis had fucked her. Willis had screwed Barbara with a power and vibrance that had shocked Barbara senseless. Her husband had always-before-been merely adequate in the bedroom. But that night-oh, Jesus, that night!-he had been something else again: a veritable dynamo. In fact, Barbara was later to suspect that Willis had been exceptionally disturbed because of his stud performance with his wife that particular evening; and, because of his feeling ill-at ease from having been possibly sexually stimulated by what he had walked in on that evening, Willis had, perhaps, overreacted by exiling both of his children so completely.
If any parent could overreact to walking in and finding his only two children locked sexually in obscenely incestuous embrace.
Still, if Willis hadn't surpassed all previous performances in the bedroom on that particular night, would he have somehow been able to negotiate the peace he hadn't been able to manage after he had pumped his hard prick to five consecutive orgasms inside of Barbara's body?
On the other hand, what alternatives had there been? For what Bobby and Jill had been caught at, it was hard to simply slap their hands and make them promise not to do it again. It wasn't as if they had just been caught in a bit of adolescent exploration (they hadn't been adolescents!), nor had they been just caught in heavy petting-for that matter. They had been "going all the way". Bobby's hard, blood-engorged prick had been shoved all of the way in to "his cum-bulged balls ... pulled all of the way out to his pulpy cock head ... plowed all of the way in to his cock roots. Out ... in ... out: Barbara had seen it as it had appeared (inch after inch after inch) and disappeared (inch after inch after inch).
And if Bobby and Jill had advanced to the point where they could strip naked, lie on a polar-bear-skin rug in front of a blazing fire, and fuck, then what had they already done previously to lead up to that moment?
How and when had it happened: this thing between Barbara's two children? Surely, there had to have been some sort of very special circumstances to bring Bobby and Jill together that way. It was, after all, incest, wasn't it? And no one entered an incestuous relationship easily, did they? Granted, Bobby and Jill were members of another generation than the one Barbara and Willis belonged to; but, still ...
And which of them (Bobby or Jill) had initiated the first contact? The first sexual contact. Did Bobby casually lean to brush a hand across one of Jill's hardening nipples beneath her blouse? Or, did Jill notice Bobby's swollen cock beneath those skimpy swimming trunks Bobby usually wore at the pool; Jill letting him somehow know that she had noticed his burgeoning prick?
Incest The idea frightened Barbara shitless. Hell, the very word scared Barbara shitless. It was one of those things that existed amid its own aura of degenerate perversion. Anyone who dared venture even near it was bound to get tainted.
Tainted ... tainted. God, but both of her own children were tainted!
And, how many times before that one night of being discovered had Bobby's blood-hardened cock made a similar trip through Jill's hair-fringed pussy doors, pumped within until thick, creamy streamers of opaque cum came blasting out to drape his sister's glistening pink cuntal folds in curtains of sticky male sex-juice? Once? Twice? Three times? Four? Had Willis asked?
"For Christ's sake, how many times have you fucked your own sister?" Had Willis really screamed that query; or did Barbara only imagine having heard it? And if he had asked it, had Bobby answered?
Barbara folded her hands in her lap, her clasped fingers resting directly over her juiced pussy.
Barbara could feel the liquid sloshing inside of her cunt, oozing from her weeping pussy walls.
Juicy cunt equals sexual excitation, doesn't it? She was excited by her thoughts of Bobby and Jill fucking, wasn't she? What was worse, she had been sexually excited that night, too, hadn't she? When Willis' hard cock had penetrated her with hardly any foreplay, it had slid in with the smoothness of a corncob across soft butter. Her cunt had just been waiting, primed for the moment. Primed by what? By what she had seen down in the library, on the rug, before the fire?
No! No! Jesus, no! She ... refused ... to ... believe ... she ... had ... been ... sexually ... excited ... by ... that ... incestuous ... lurid ... mating ... of ... her ... own ... children.
Barbara got up. The heat from the fire had warmed her skirt. Her skirt now heated her legs. From the tight slicing of her cunt, a river of hot female oils leaked, drooling along one milky white thigh before being finally absorbed by the material of Barbara's pantyhose.
Chapter Two
Georgette did look beautiful, framed as she was in the open bathroom door just before she turned out the light and came through the darkness to the bed.
Oh, Bobby Wiler didn't find his mother's maid as attractive as he did his sister. But, then, Jill's attractiveness was something that went beyond the mere physical, didn't it?
Bobby pulled back the blankets, watching as Georgette slipped back in beside him. He could feel the warmth of her flesh even before the right side of her body made direct contact with Bobby's left flank.
Bobby rolled toward her, took her in his arms, and burrowed the two of them down deeper into the coziness of the bed. Bobby's cock, hard between his legs, slid sensuously against Georgette's belly and left trailings of transparent preseminal juices. Bobby's right hand slid downward along the groove mid-center of Georgette's back, resting his palm finally over one of Georgette's firm ass cheeks.
"Mmmmm, you smell good," Bobby said. He stuck out his tongue and licked Georgette's skin at the base of her throat. "Taste good, too."
Georgette snuggled closer, wishing she wasn't as excited by Bobby Wiler as she knew she was. Why? Well, because Georgette had always felt a certain pride in the loyalty she gave to an employer. And, Georgette was betraying Barbara Wiler's trust by going to bed with Barbara's son, wasn't she? Oh, it wasn't the going to bed, per se, that constituted the betrayal. It was what Bobby had persuaded Georgette to do "out" of bed that was responsible. And no matter how often Bobby cajoled that it was only a family reunion he and his sister were planning with their mother, Georgette didn't really know what to make of it. Whatever it had been that had strained the relationship between parents and children (oh, there was certain ridiculous gossip), that relationship certainly hadn't been the best over the last couple of years, had it?
"It was all my old man's fault: the feud," Bobby had explained, utilizing all of his considerable charm. "Our mother is merely looking for a way of mending the breach; and you're merely giving her a helping hand. She'll thank you in the end, take my word for it."
Georgette, however, continued to be dubious. However, that dubiousness hadn't kept her from succumbing to Bobby's wiles, had it? Besides, Bobby had promised that-if for any reason-his mother wouldn't take kindly to his and Jill's plans, then he would arrange for a letter of reference that was bound to get Georgette placed elsewhere.
Whatever misgivings Georgette had experienced as a result of her early realization that Bobby's interest in her was purely to gain access to his mother, those were now buried beneath a firm knowledge that Bobby wasn't fucking her only for that. No man could perform the way Bobby performed with Georgette-if he didn't like her, could he? Anyway, that was the way Georgette had come to look at it. In truth, however, Bobby had fooled more experienced women than Georgette into believing he could-when he didn't.
In this case, though, Bobby found Georgette well worth the effort; even if he would have been prepared to fuck her to get what he wanted if she had been a Medussa rather than the attractive woman she was.
"You still worrying?" Bobby asked, intuitively sensing that Georgette's mind was wandering elsewhere. Georgette didn't answer, so Bobby answered for her. "Yes, you are, aren't you? And how many times must I tell you that Jill and I are hardly planning anything that's going to harm Barbara? For Christ's sake, Georgette, we're her own flesh and blood."
"I know I'm probably being silly," Georgette said, wondering if any of the scuttlebutt could have been true about Bobby and Jill, "but ... "
"And, you are being silly," Bobby said by way of interrupting. "Jill and I are not thieves, or murderers, after all, are we?"
"No," Georgette admitted. On the other hand, what did she know of Bobby and Jill and anyone else like them? Granted, she had worked for the monied for most of her life (she had come into the service on the apron strings of her mother who had been a maid for over fifty years); but, still, what did she know of these people? The lives of the rich were as far removed from the people who served them as night was from day.
Yet, Bobby was obviously right, wasn't he? No matter what hard feelings had originally caused the family schism, it seemed highly likely that it had been so cataclysmic that it had come to make Bobby and Jill contemplate anything desperate.
"Don't you worry," Bobby assured. "All of this is going to turn out just fine. You'll see."
And, Bobby decided it was time to take Georgia's mind off the little plot in which she had become involved. It wouldn't have fit into Bobby's plans at all to have Georgette suddenly decide that she wasn't going to help. Because, Bobby and Jill needed someone to give them access to the house, someone to open the electrified gate in the wall of the estate so Bobby and Jill could slip through.
Bobby rolled Georgette to her back and came over on top of her, his lower body falling into place within the veed space between Georgette's opened thighs. His muscled, hair-covered chest rested on Georgette's small but well-formed breasts, mushrooming them beneath his exerted pressure. His dime-sized nipples went hard, chafing against Georgette's larger aureole.
Bobby's muscled belly rested against Georgette's softer one.
Bobby scooted upward along Georgette's body, licking up Georgette's neck to her face until his fat, pulpy cockhead made contact with the reddish curls growing to halo Georgette's.
"Uggghrrr," Georgette growled lowly, feeling the resulting pleasure of just the touching of Bobby's rubbery cockhead against her pussy.
"What a pretty ... pretty ... young lady you are," Bobby said, raising his upper body on his forearms so that he could look down into Georgette's face. Despite the shadowed darkness of the room, Bobby (his eyes by now accustomed to the dimness) had little problem distinguishing Georgette's features.
Her hair was red. Not carrot-orange, but a deep auburn that was almost brown. It was cut short, feathered over her ears and banged gently, in a leftward sweeping, over her forehead.
Her eyes were green, set a mite too far apart to make her really gorgeous. Her nose was small (perhaps too small). Her mouth was large (perhaps too large). But, despite all the imperfections, everything came together quite nicely.
Georgette's breasts weren't overly large, but they were more than a mouthful for any man. Her waist was so thin, a big-handed man like Bobby could have easily circumvented it with both hands.
Her legs, slightly bowed, were nothing to complain about, either. And, they would have passed inspection by any not-too-critical observer.
"You know my cock is hard and rearing to go again, don't you, baby?" Bobby asked, dropping his right hand down between his and Georgette's naked bellies. He fisted his prick and guided his leaking cock glans up and back ... up and back ... along the moist crease formed by the meeting of Georgette's cunt lips. His oozing juices slicked pussy lips with a translucent glossing. "It's hard and ready to show the both of us one hell of a good time."
"Yesssss," Georgette moaned, sensing that what Bobby was doing was merely diverting Georgette's attention away from her apprehensions about the proposed family reunion. But whatever Bobby's reasons for doing so, Georgette-for the moment-didn't much care, did she? Because, Bobby did have what Georgette wanted at that particular moment in time, didn't he? He had a foot of hard male meatiness that-once inserted and torquing inside of Georgette's belly-had a way of sending Georgette into flights of ecstasy she had experienced on the end of no one else's fat prick.
Of course, Bobby Wiler had had all of the chances available to improve his fucking technique, hadn't he? Even before he and his family had split, he had been known as quite the cocksman at the country club. Since then, he had fucked his way across at least four continents, each conquest duly noted in one or another of the scandal sheets sold in seemingly every grocery store in the world. Georgette had known a good deal about Bobby before having ever met him. Because Georgette, like everyone else who occasionally wished to escape the sometimes boredom of life, thoroughly enjoyed reading all of the gossip available on those beautiful people who were leading a far more exciting life than she was. That she was now actually in bed with one of those people, actually involved in a plot with him, was something Georgette was finding it exceptionally hard to believe.
"I want to fuck ... your luscious, luscious cunt," Bobby whispered, his chest lowered back to a tightness against Georgette's breasts, his nipples turned to thumb-tack-like sharpness against Georgette's nubbins. "I want to fuck you so goddamned badly that it hurts."
And, Georgette, wanting the fuck as badly as Bobby said he did, couldn't help wondering if this huge phallic spear jutting from Bobby's hard belly had ever gone streamlining up his sister's cunt. It was, of course, a question which would probably never have an answer. There was, of course, no way Georgette could have possibly come out with the query: "Bobby, have you ever put that monster prick of yours to your sister?"
Hell, no, she couldn't ask that Even thinking of asking that embarrassed Georgette to the point of blushing.
Besides, Georgette couldn't bring herself to believe it. Incest was just something too deeply submerged in forbiddenness to be indulged in, except by perverted degenerates. And, Bobby didn't fit the bill of being a perverted degenerate, did he? Neither did Jill, for that matter; although, Georgette knew Bobby more thoroughly than she knew his sister.
"What do you say, baby?" Bobby asked, his hand still guiding his cock crown up and down along the opening of Georgette's pussy. "You want fucked, too? You want a foot of hard cock jammed so far into your guts that your insides have to shift to one side to let it through?"
"That would be nice," Georgette said, letting both of her hands glide down along Bobby's back to his buttocks. She squeezed his cheeky buttocks, kneading the muscles, feeling the buns dimpling slightly as Bobby pressed to begin the penetration of his pulpy cockhead through Georgette's sizzling cleft.
"Yea, it will be nice," Bobby promised. "It will be real ... real ... real ... nice."
Bobby gritted his teeth, pressing his cock against her even harder. A low groan exited his throat as his cockhead skewered her moist, cuntal lips.
"Ohhhhh," Georgette moaned, feeling each time Bobby fucked her that it would be impossible for him to place all of his meatiness inside her. He just seemed too big. Georgette seemed too small. But this time, like the other times, Bobby would get his cock inside ... all of the way ... wouldn't he?
"After I get this big cock of mine all of the way inside of your inflamed pussy, you're going to really be moaning up a storm," Bobby told her, his cock sinking deeper yet within the gripping, wet-warm pinkness of Georgette's vagina.
Georgette's lower body rose automatically to meet Bobby's naked body as Bobby dropped his prick deeper and deeper into her.
The hardness of Bobby's pulsing penis gouged the sensitive flesh of Georgette's cunt, Georgette whining from a combination of passion and pain.
Bobby kissed her, his tongue twisting, stabbing deep into Georgette's mouth. Georgette's tongue responded, tasting the faint minty residue of a sucked lozenge that still remained on Bobby's breath and within the young man's warm saliva.
Suddenly, Bobby's increasing pleasure made it quite impossible for him to maintain his slow-paced entry into Georgette's body. So, with a sudden, unbelievable force, Bobby sent the last of his long, swollen penis soaring up Georgette's cunt like a battering-ram.
"Aaaauuuughhh!" Georgette moaned into Bobby's pressing mouth as Bobby's thick, lust-bloated prick-head jabbed without mercy into Georgette's awaiting body. Vaginal walls heaved open about the swollen roots of Bobby's thick meatiness as the heaviness of Bobby's sperm-filled testicles smacked noisily against the dark stretch of flesh that connected the lower edge of Georgette's pussy with her ass hole.
"Ooooooh ... my God ... my God!" Georgette moaned, skewered on the complete length of Bobby's meaty erection.
Georgette laid perfectly still, somehow afraid that any moment whatsoever was apt to send her cock-plugged cunt fissuring at each end. Because, as always, Bobby's blood-bloated prick seemed to fill Georgette beyond the young woman's capacity. The tender walls of Georgette's cunt felt friction-raw and cock-bruised. Georgette's tender cuntal membranes could feel each vein that ran the length of Bobby's blood-engorged member.
Bobby, basking in the luxurious feel of successful penetration, flexed the shaft of his cock making his prick pulse larger within the hugging confines of Georgette's silky sexual sheath.
"Jeesssssss, God!" Georgette hissed, feeling the expansion of Bobby's cock inside of her when he flexed his prick again ... and again ... and again. Yet, all the - while, Georgette's steamy cunt was slowly but painfully beginning to adjust to the mammoth phallic invader that had stretched Georgette's vaginal cavity as far as it could possibly be stretched.
Whatever pain, though, that Georgette had experienced was quickly lost amid the unmistakable tremblings of delight which were the direct result of the young man's sex plowed to his cum-ballooned balls inside of her.
Long experience telling him that Georgette's cunt was beginning to accept completely the presence of Bobby's cock inside of it, Bobby began to rotate his ass to stir his prick like a phallic pestle in a cuntal mortar.
A thrilling of consummate desire rippled through Bobby's muscular body as her jerked his cock upward and then spiked it down once again to his prick roots.
"Ohhhhh," Georgette moaned quite helplessly, her own body beginning to respond to Bobby's fucking by giving reflexive bouncings of its own.
Little tremors of excitement tingled throughout Georgette's body as she felt the fluid-like .rhythm of Bobby's fucking as his cock, inside Georgette's juice-soaked lower body, first pulled and then pushed.
"Good, isn't it, Georgette," Bobby said; and, it wasn't a question, even though he answered as if it were one. "Sure, it is. Sure, it is. Sure ... sure ... fucking ... sure ... it is."
Bobby began to increase his fucking tempo feeling Georgette's entire body responding to him, feeling Georgette wiggle and squirm as her trim hips ground upward to receive Bobby's total phallic length.
"Tell me how you want it, baby!" Bobby commanded, his lower body arching up and then falling down as his thick prick drew out to its head and then slammed back inside as far as its knotted roots. "Tell me, baby. Go ... ahead ... and tell me."
"I want it!" Georgette groaned, beside herself with pleasure. "I want you to fuck ... fuck ... Jesus ... fuck me!"
And, Bobby did just that, pumping away harder and faster ... harder and faster ... until Georgette was writhing beneath him, her guts erupting in wave after wave of ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" Georgette bellowed as her orgasming guts clasped hard about the length of cock that continued to move inside of her. "Fuck me!"
And, Bobby continued to fuck until his nuts were in eruption, the resulting mess of scalding male cream sending Georgette off into yet another climaxing more massive than the one which had shaken the woman senseless but seconds before.
Chapter Three
It was only twelve o'clock. My God, but the time seemed to just creep.
Barbara shifted her position on the bed, fluffing her pillow. She then laid motionless, her eyes shut, waiting for drowsiness to overtake her.
But, she wasn't sleepy. She ... simply ... wasn't ... sleepy. And, the warm bath she had taken prior to retiring-that bath which usually relaxed her sufficiently for sleep-had done very little for her this particular evening. If anything, the warmth of the water had seemed somehow distracting, almost irritating. And, the spray nozzle Barbara had used to drench her skin with water to wash away the soap film had sent rushes of unwanted pleasure surging through Barbara's body.
"Oh, Christ!" Barbara said aloud, opening her eyes and stretching for the night-light.
The light came on; and, Barbara got out of bed, not bothering her robe that was thrown over the back of a nearby chair.
She headed directly for the bathroom, turning on that light as soon as she had passed through the door. Her reflection was immediately thrown back to her by the mirrors that covered every spare space of bathroom wall.
Barbara was wearing a low-cut negligee that revealed the ample cleavage of her full breasts. The clinging, lacy material was so transparent that both of Barbara's nipples (large and hard), as well as her pubic thatch (black and veed), could readily be distinguished.
Barbara, with a wry smile, wondered why in the hell she had worn this particular nightdress. Who was she expecting to come visiting? It had certainly originally been designed for a lady entertaining a gentleman friend. And, Barbara was entertaining no one, the provocativeness of her outfit lost on herself.
She opened the medicine cabinet and took out the small bottle of sleeping capsules.
Her negligee was still on her mind as she remembered how she had seen it in a department store and had bought it on impulse, hoping ...
Hoping what, for Christ's sake? That she could somehow get her husband out of his sexual lethargy? Because, after that evening when they had caught Bobby and Jill fucking in the library, or, more pertinent, perhaps, after that evening Willis had reached his apex of sexual performance, it had been all downhill from there, hadn't it? Willis not only never again achieved his high-standard performance of that evening, but he slipped below his previous-somewhat mediocre-performance level. Actually, for the last three years of their marriage, Barbara could probably count on the fingers of one hand the nights Willis had tried to perform at all.
The nightgown, when first bought, had produced none of the desired results Barbara had been hoping for. And, Barbara had only run onto it again quite recently, folded in the bottom of her dresser.
The sleeping capsules dumped into the palm of her left hand, Barbara ran some tap water and filled a glass. She swallowed the capsules and a mouthful of water, frowning slightly even though she had been quick enough to keep any of the medicinal bitterness from clinging to her taste buds.
She put the lid back on the bottle, put the bottle back in the cabinet. She shut the cabinet door.
She turned to momentarily face one of the mirrors, deciding that-although older-she still possessed a good deal of the sexiness she had when she had married Willis. So, if she hadn't changed, then why had Willis suddenly gone almost impotent? Because of something about his having gotten turned on by Bobby and Jill fucking? Well, as much as Barbara had found herself jumping to that conclusion, she wasn't quite convinced. Why? Well, for one, because-while the experience had certainly been a traumatic one for Barbara as well as Willis-it hadn't made Barbara frigid, had it? Hell, no, if anything it had even made her more desirous ...
But, how could she even think such a thing? How could it have made her even more desirous of getting fucked? In all eventuality, she only thought that was what had happened; because, Willis had stopped screwing her quite as often as he had in the past (which hadn't been all of that often to begin with).
Or, maybe the natural response to a parent catching his children fucking each other was to suddenly lose his sexual drive. Maybe Willis' sexual decline had been what occurred to every parent-under similar circumstances-and should have occurred to Barbara.
Madness! Goddamned madness! And, why in the hell was she cluttering up her brain with all of this nonsense now? What in the hell did it matter? Willis was dead and gone and wouldn't be there to do any fucking, even if the urge had suddenly possessed him, which-all things considered-wouldn't have been very likely.
Barbara turned off the bathroom light. She didn't want to see herself any longer in the mirrors. There was something not quite right about her being forty-three, dressed to kill, wanting sex like crazy, but being alone in her bedroom nevertheless.
And, it wasn't fair to dump all of the blame on her poor dead husband, was it? Because Barbara's sexual frustrations weren't all his fault, were they? Barbara had forever-at least since puberty-felt a desperate need for sex, counteracted by a puritanical reticence to go out and get it. She had thought that by marrying she would finally have a legal and moral framework within to satisfy her hidden lusts that boiled just beneath the surface. But marriage-even though she had married well, financially-hadn't done the trick. Willis had only once-yes, only once-come even close to even partially fulfilling Barbara's needs.
And, that had been on the night they had walked in to find Bobby and Jill fucking!
So, when Willis had turned out to be less than the sexual dynamo for whom Barbara had been looking, why hadn't she looked elsewhere? There had, after all, been several such opportunities of which Barbara might have taken. There had been the tennis pro at the club: "Hung like a horse, my dear; and, does he know what to do with it!" There had been Harold Mason, after his divorce from Emily: "Why don't we go to bed, Barbara?" There had been ...
Oh, anyway, there had been enough. No sense choking them all off as if she were going over items on a shopping list, was there? No matter either, that she hadn't gone to bed with any of them. Why hadn't she?
God only knew why! Probably because Barbara had been raised into believing that there should be faithfulness in marriage. And since, she had never gotten even a hint that Willis was stepping out on her, Barbara would have felt especially guilty cuckolding him. Adultery somehow-though not quite-seemed almost as bad as incest in the list of perverted activities. And, quite aside from all of that, Barbara always had the sneakiest suspicion that neither the tennis pro, nor Harold Mason, nor any of the others, would have ended up being any better in the sack than Willis had been. So, why should she have risked the stability of her marriage on the mere chance that she could find better? And what if-IF-the tennis pro or Harold Mason would have been stupendous in bed? Then what? Well, for one, Barbara would have been more frustrated than ever, knowing that good sex was out there, and she wasn't getting any of it Two, people like the tennis pro usually ended up taking money or gifts for their stud services; and, Barbara didn't think she liked the idea of paying for her sex (good or bad). Three, divorcing her husband to marry someone like Harold Mason-assuming that Harold would even have wanted to marry her-would have been such a sticky mess. Scandal, at least, to Barbara's generation, was still something to be avoided whenever possible.
Of course, now that Willis was dead, the situation had changed somewhat, hadn't it? There was no more Willis to worry about or even be considered. However, Willis now gone, Barbara found the idea of going to the singles' bars a little frightening. She wasn't sure that she anymore knew how to go about looking for a man, especially at a time when women's liberation had exploded on the scene. Barbara rather felt like a fish out of water.
Jesus! As it turned out, there seemed to be countless reasons why Barbara was home, alone, taking sleeping capsules to get to sleep. But, no matter how many reasons there were-valid or not valid-that didn't mean that whatever it was on fire inside of Barbara's body was going to suddenly become extinguished and die. She simply had to learn to live with it now, as she had lived with it for most of her life.
Barbara crawled back into bed, reached for the light to turn it off. She fluffed her pillow and put her head down on it. Barbara shut her eyes and waited for the sleeping capsules to dissolve and speed her off to dreamland.
She waited ... and waited ... and waited. And, she still didn't feel any the less awake than she had before taking the pills. Maybe she had taken the wrong capsules. No, she had taken the right ones. Two of them as a matter of fact.
Goddamn, her system had to be really screwed up if she couldn't even get to sleep with the pills!
Barbara opened her eyes, saw a fine crack in the ceiling above her. So, if she wasn't going to sleep, what now? Did she turn on the light and read; even though, she had already proved downstairs that she wasn't in the mood for reading? Or, did she just stay where she was until morning, hoping that between now and then sleep would finally come?
Or ... ?
Wasn't she a little old to be contemplating masturbation as a solution to her ills? Besides, wasn't it a fallacy that masturbation relieved all tensions? Judging from all the times Barbara had masturbated in the past, the exercise had only left her more keyed up than she had been before she had started.
Still, she had reached the point of trying anything. Besides, whether she wanted to admit it or not, most of f her thoughts that evening-revolving as they had around the purely sexual-had gotten Barbara more than a little horny. And if there was no cock handy, no big rubber dildos hidden away in the closet, then what was the next best thing?
So, Barbara threw back her covers, pulled her lacy negligee up so that its hem was laid across her middle, her hair-fringed pussy bare to the night air.
Barbara dropped both of her hands to her cunt, running the tip of her right index finger up and back along the mouth of her vagina. Her finger got quickly wet on the juices bubbling from the sexual crack; and Barbara was once again that evening able to be embarrassed by the fact that her cunt had- somehow-become primed for fucking more than her finger.
Still, Barbara knew it was her finger or nothing; so, she dug her finger into her crack and immediately found her rigid and quivering clitoral nipple.
Mechanically, Barbara tweaked her clitoris, moving her left hand to fondle one breast. She moved her hips, bouncing her ass gently on the bed.
There was pleasure. Oh, yes, there was certainly that; but, there wasn't enough of it to keep Barbara from falling to sleep long before she managed to successfully play herself to orgasm.
Chapter Four
"I'm assuming everything is all set, then?" Jill Wiler asked, hiding a yawn behind the uplifted back of her left hand.
Bobby, who had just seen Georgette out the door, turned back to see his sister. Jill Had moved to the large expanse of window that looked out over the city. She was in the process of reaching for the drape cords when Bobby stopped her.
"Jesus, please, no sunlight!" Bobby exclaimed, suspecting that the evident glare behind the curtains indicated a thoroughly cloudless morning.
"Why, are you a vampire?" Jill asked, aborting her original intentions and leaving the drapes where they were.
"I have all intentions of going back to bed," Bobby told her.
"Mmmmm," Jill hummed, giving Bobby a small smile. "Got quite a workout last night, did you?"
"You didn't hear?" Bobby asked, moving to sit on the arm of an overstuffed chair. "I think Georgette is what you might call a screamer."
"I know," Jill said, folding her arms across her ample breasts and leaning against the doorjamb that gave entrance to the hallway. "I must have gotten off three times on my own hand, just listening to the sound effects."
"I'll bet you did, too," Bobby said, his sensuous lips pulling back over even white teeth as he smiled.
"Well, it was that, or my coming in to join you two; and, I didn't know how your little friend might take to a brother-sister three-way."
"If we didn't so need her, it might have been fun to try, huh?"
"But we do need her," Jill reminded. "So, I fought down my desire, figuring that no matter how much you put out, you would still have a little something left over for your sister on the morrow."
"Jesus, Jill, you can't be serious!" Bobby replied with an accompanying groan, suspecting that Jill was indeed serious. "I think Georgette took all the starch there was out of my prick before she left."
"Bullshit!" Jill said.
"Why didn't you go out last night anyway to get yourself some real cock? It would have probably beat riding your own fingers for hours on end."
"I'm not too sure that it would," Jill said. "I've got some pretty experienced fingers, you know?"
"And an experienced cunt, and an experienced ass, and an experienced mouth."
"You should know," Jill told him. "Or, rather, your cock should know."
And, Jill certainly had something there; didn't she?
"Why don't you and I take a couple of minutes to discuss our game plan, huh?" Bobby asked, giving an alternative to immediate sex. Not that he didn't want to have sex with his sister. That moment of not wanting was nowhere in sight, as far as Bobby was concerned. It was just that Georgette's hungry mouth had sucked two mighty big loads out of Bobby's nuts before she had left that morning; and, Bobby wanted to give his testicles a little chance to recover a bit of its depleted sperm reservoir. He didn't, after all, want to shortchange his beautiful sister, did he?
And, Jill Wiler was a beauty, wasn't she? One would have had to look far and wide to find anyone to give argument to that statement; since, Jill had the kind of striking good looks that made people stop whatever they were doing whenever she entered the room.
Jill looked exceptionally attractive at that moment, standing there, wearing nothing but her robe (she slept in the nude), and her hair tousled attractively from a night of sleep and masturbation.
Bobby wasn't all that surprised when he felt his cock beginning to stretch between his legs in preparation for eventual jerks to full erection: Jill almost always affected him that way.
"What's there to go over?" Jill asked, moving away from the doorjamb and crossing the distance that separated her from her brother. "Your maid friend lets us in. We go in, grab mother dear and persuade her to part with our fair share of the old man's money."
Jill stopped by her brother. Bobby slipped from the chair arm into the chair seat. Almost simultaneously, Jill was dropping down to a kneeling position on the floor. She leaned forward between her brother's legs, running her right hand upward toward her brother's left knee.
"You are incorrigible, Jill," Bobby said, his cock already hard enough to penetrate any tight vagina, but going even harder.
"Me?" Jill asked in feigned innocence, turning her face upward to take in her brother's ruggedly handsome features.
"Well, maybe me, too," Bobby said, his right hand reaching out to cup Jill's chin.
God, she was beautiful! All of that black hair, tumbling around her shoulders. That flawless complexion. Those blue-violet eyes. Those lush lashes. That sensuously inviting mouth.
Bobby leaned forward, offering his sister his lips. Jill willingly touched them with her own, opening her mouth slightly to let Bobby's firm tongue breach the gap.
Jill always enjoyed kissing her brother. She couldn't remember a time when she had kissed him and his mouth hadn't tasted deliciously of mint. That was obviously because Bobby always seemed to have peppermint lozenges handy, plus an equally tasty mouthwash in the bathroom. After the first time Jill had kissed Bobby (way back, before the two of them had progressed beyond the kissing), she had been forever turned off by any man with breath that tasted of cigarettes, or liquor, or beer, or whatever. Mint: she preferred its taste over any other on the saliva fed her during French kissing.
Jill's hand slipped in between the flaps of her brother's robe, riding inward along Bobby's thigh toward his crotch. When her fingertips made contact with Bobby's scrotum, her hand paused where it was.
They broke their kiss; and, Jill pulled back just a little, smiling as she watched Bobby licking his lips as if he had just sampled something exceedingly delicious-which he had.
Had Jill ever seen another man-anywhere, anytime-who got her all excited inside, like her brother did? What was there about Bobby's tousled black hair, banged attractively over his forehead; about his thick, well-defined eyebrows; about his lush, sooty lashes; about his deeply dimpled right cheek and cleft chin; about his sensuously full mouth, that made Jill go all weak inside?
And, it wasn't just Bobby's face, either, that had its strange effect on Jill, was it? Oh, no, it was only the beginning. Bobby's body; what had Jill felt whenever she had seen it naked to the waist when Bobby had stripped to shorts for athletics or for swimming? Bobby's cock: what had Jill felt when she had seen that cock (first) as a ballooned bulge in the crotch of his shorts and swimming trunks and trousers, (second) naked, and flaccid, (third) hard and erect?
They had been horsing around in the pool the first time Jill had felt that cock, hadn't they? Bobby had grabbed her around the waist, pulled her close to drop her beneath the water with him; and, Jill had felt the hardness of Bobby's cock pressed against her crotch. And, Bobby had become embarrassed and turned her loose. That had been the first time. Later, there had been seconds and thirds, while Jill let it be known that she wasn't as shocked by the feel of her brother's arousal as he might have thought she was. Which, actually, hadn't been all that easy. How, after all, did a woman silently relay the extent of her own excitation, when there was no hard cock at her belly to press against her brother's crotch? She had to be more blatant, that's how! And that one time she had followed Bobby into the bathing cabana, reaching out to actually touch Bobby's naked cock (Bobby letting her hand stay where it was as Bobby's cock went hard), there had been no turning back for either of them. And neither had ever regretted not turning back, had they? Except, perhaps, for that evening their parents had come home unexpectedly to find them fucking in the library. Even then, however, it hadn't really been any great regret of having succumbed to their incestuous longings as much as it had been a regret that they had been discovered by two people (their parents, for God's sake!) who couldn't possibly begin to understand.
Jill's hand, still poised with her fingertips at Bobby's balls, moved them in deeper to Bobby's groin, her fingers coming open and then closing to cup Bobby's cum-bulged testicles.
"You have to have the biggest set of nuts of any man I know," Jill said appreciatively, rolling her brother's gonads within her grasp.
"Better to blast your pussy full of hot, male sperm, my dear," Bobby said, obliging his sister's caress by opening his legs wider yet to give Jill better access.
"And, by the feel of them, there's still a little juice left in them, yes?" Jill asked, giving a little tug that sent a spiraling ache inward to Bobby's hair-covered lower belly.
"If you don't expect me to cum more than once, we just might be in business," Bobby said, pulling his robe flaps open so as to completely reveal his naked chest, belly, crotch, and legs.
Bobby's prick reared its circumcised head upward to a point where that cockhead jutted beyond the young man's slightly indented navel. From the base of Bobby's prick hung his fist-gripped balls. From the slash of his deeply pouted cock mouth, there leaked a sticky goo that looked so inviting that Jill was tempted to taste it on her tongue before allowing it access to her hungry pussy. She did, after all, love the taste of her brother's leaked juices: the preseminal liquids and the heartier meals supplied by the cum itself. She had liked them from the very first time she had sampled them.
But then, there wasn't anything about her brother that Jill didn't like, was there? While she always found something wrong with every other man or woman she had ever bedded.
Jill pushed in deeper between her brother's open thighs, turning so that her bending head fell downward toward his massive erection. As she neared his uplifted prick, Jill's nostrils inhaled the musky essence emanating from between Bobby's open legs.
"Shall I suck your cock, brother?" Jill asked, her mouth playing across the damp surface of her brother's prickhead. "Or, has that maid cock-sucker spoiled you for anyone else's lips wrapping your stiff erection?"
"Georgette was good, but not that good," Bobby said, resting his arms along the arms of the chair, his hands opening and closing reflexively.
"Well, then ... " Jill said, opening her mouth and bending her head deeper.
Slowly Bobby's massive prick moved between Jill's pursed lips, pressing against Jill's tongue to scrape her palate en route to the opening of her throat.
Bobby, as often as his sister had gone down on his prick, could still tremble with delight every time it happened anew. Bobby had been blown by a hell of a lot of women in his life, but not one of them had yet managed to impart to him the thrilling sensation Jill's sister-mouth gave him by sucking.
Jill used her right hand to keep Bobby's stiff meatiness pulled out from the man's belly. Her left hand continued to massage Bobby's cum-bulged balls.
Jill used her right hand to stroke up and down along Bobby's cock shaft while her mouth lingered over Bobby's pulpy cock corona. The woman loved sucking this leaking cockhead, savoring its discharged juices, excited by the way the pulsating penile cap throbbed against her concaving cheeks.
Jill bounced her head, still keeping the area of her sucking centered around Bobby's upper cock inches. She swallowed once, tightening her lips around the phallic meatiness.
Jill finally fed more of her brother's cock into her face, her hugging lips sliding like a rubber along the rugged sexual staff. Jill felt her throat filling with her brother's fleshy solidity.
Jill made small gagging noises that really weren't caused by gagging at all. Because, Jill knew she was more than capable of handling her brother's sizable inches without strangling. She'd had plenty of practice.
Jill released her hand on her brother's scrotum. She released her hand on her brother's cock neck. She reached both hands up to rub Bobby's wash boarded stomach. Her hands climbed further, finally finding Bobby's hardening teats. Jill tweaked Bobby's nipples, hearing her brother groan, and feeling the latest gushing of preseminal liquid from Bobby's pouted cock mouth.
Bobby's lust-hardened pole sank in ... in ... in ... Jill's mouth: in to its hilt. Bobby's curly black pubic hair, haloing the base of Bobby's cock roots, .tickled Jill's lips while Bobby's cum-bloated ball slapped lewdly against Jill's chin.
"Oh, Jesus, baby ... Jesus!" Bobby grunted, his naked ass giving bouncing little movements against the cushion of the chair. If there had been any doubts about his being able to get it off inside of his sister's throat (there never really had been any), then those doubts would have been dissolved by now.
Jill began to fuck her face up and down over Bobby's big prick. And, as always happened when she had incestuous sex with her brother, an enticing kind of shame took hold of her, and she felt the sticky moisture from the inside walls of her cunt leaking to fill her pussy.
Oh, Jesus, how good sucking her brother's cock was! Wicked and evil as some people might have labeled it, Jill could still find the experience wonderful. With a lewd, abandoned groan, Jill became lost within the cock-sucking act she was performing. She ran her tongue back and forth over the sensitive surface of her brother's big prick, teasing Bobby's tiny cock mouth on every upswing. She licked up more preseminal juices, tasting them, thoroughly enjoying them as Bobby's hips began a more pronounced bouncing.
"Eat me ... eat me," Bobby groaned, his hands leaving the arms of the chair to rest amid the black silky hair that covered Jill's head. His fingers went claw-like against Jill's scalp. "Oh, you lovely ... lovely ... cock-sucking sister ... eat ... your brother's ... giant cock. Eat it! Eat it!"
And, Jill was eating it all right. She gave herself up completely to the ecstasy derived from being fucked in the mouth by her brother's huge cock. It was forever seeming as if she would never get enough of Bobby's swollen penis. And, no matter how often she had siphoned up her brother's thick and musky cum, she never got enough of that, either. She wanted that cum now, didn't she? She wanted the feel of it blasting its pungency down her throat, pouring into her mouth, flooding out over her lips to dribble down her chin while she moaned and gulped in lustful bliss between her brother's open legs.
Jill ran her hands back down along Bobby's muscled and black-haired chest. She worked her fingers down beneath Bobby's buttocks and the seat cushion. Bobby raised his ass slightly to accommodate her, giving out a low, muffled growl as Jill's right fuck-finger moved with experienced speed into Bobby's ass crease to locate Bobby's ass pucker. When Bobby's buttocks was falling back to the cushion, Jill's finger was in the process of worming its way up Bobby's rubbery anus.
"Ooooooo!" Bobby groaned in response to the simultaneous attack on his ass hole and on his prick.
Madly, Jill sucked on and on. Her cheeks collapsed and fluttered against Bobby's fleshy staff as that cock neck moved in and out ... in and out ... of Jill's sucking throat.
Jill caressed her brother's submerged cock with her tongue, coaxing more strong liquid to her taste buds while her lips moved downward to once again gum the base of Bobby's erect cock.
As Jill's mouth pulled back up along Bobby's shaft, the girl watched as inch after inch of Bobby's juice-slicked prick came into view.
When Jill's lips felt the groove formed by the flaring of Bobby's cock corona from his cock neck, she surprised Bobby by pulling completely free of her brother's prick. At the same time, her finger slipped out of Bobby's tightly clutching rectum.
"Oh, fuck!" Bobby voiced in frustration as his fist-sized cock head slammed back against his muscled belly, splattering Bobby's preseminal juices and Jill's spit onto Bobby's muscled abdomen. Bobby's hands attempted to keep Jill's mouth in place by giving a sudden downward push, but he was too late. His cock was already loose.
"Like that?" Jill asked, shaking Bobby's hands free of her head and looking up at her brother.
"You're going to make me jerk off while you watch, right?" Bobby asked, it taking all of his willpower to keep from doing just that, right then and there.
"Fat chance of that!" Jill told him, coming to her feet. "It's just that I have something better in mind for that prick of yours besides my mouth."
As Bobby watched, Jill undid her robe and let it fall off her shoulders and to a puddling around her shapely feet.
Bobby's experienced eye took in his sister's exquisite nakedness, never tiring of just looking at it. There was just something indescribably erotic about the way Jill's long, long legs flowed upward to her firm hips and ass, the veeing of her thighs punctuated by that triangular patch of black pubic hair. There was just something exceptionally appealing about Jill's narrow waist with its knotted umbilical scar.
And, Jesus, Jill's breasts! Bobby loved those luscious mountains with their brown nipples capping each outjutting summit.
"My cunt is tired of being rammed just with my finger," Jill said, turning her back to her brother and bending slightly so that her hair-fringed cunt could be viewable from the rear. Her pussy mouth was pouted slightly, revealing just a trace of raw pinkness beyond the parenthesizing black hair. The cunt mouth was wet with the oozings from inside the pit.
"I think my cock is too big for that tight little cunt of yours," Bobby said, wishing to hell that he could get Jill to move a little faster; however, he knew better than to try. Jill loved taking her own sweet time, building Bobby slowly toward orgasm. And the fact that Bobby's final ejaculation was probably made better and far more intense than it might have been at a faster pace didn't in anyway make Bobby any the leas anxious now to have his sister backed up, her cunt dropped so far over his prick that his balls were almost shoved inside, right along with Bobby's cock roots.
"Oh, I think my pussy might manage to yawn wide enough for that monster of yours," Jill said, taking a few more steps backward.
Bobby reached out and clamped his hands to his sister's hips.
"Okay, then, let's give it a try," Bobby said, pulling backward to bring Jill into an even more pronounced sitting position. When Bobby was sure Jill was going to come along without putting up any of her usual delaying action, Bobby released his right hand and brought it back to his cock.
Bobby pulled his prick out from his muscled belly, aiming his rubbery cockhead toward the vertical slicing hung just below Jill's ass hole as the young woman continued her sitting momentum.
"If you start to split, now, you let me know, won't you?" Bobby said, licking his lips as Jill's cunt dropped closer and closer to contact position.
"Sure, I'll let you know," Jill said, delivering a little chuckle in accompaniment.
Bobby felt Jill's cunt hair brush against his cockhead. He then felt her pussy lips mate solidly against his cock corona.
"Ride my cock, sister!" Bobby said. "Just keep on sitting down over my big prick until it's ... ooooo, yesss-sss, yesssssss."
Bobby's hips came bucking upward in an effort to drive himself deeply into Jill's cunt. And, he did succeed in placing a good two inches in on the tail of his inch of pulpy cock corona.
"That's it, sister," Bobby encouraged. "Oh, Jesus, yes ... that is it!"
Bobby's right hand left his cock, no longer needed In guiding support now that his prick was partially in place. He put his fingers on Jill's hips and, using both hands, gave a hearty pull that coincided with another upward bucking of his hips.
Jill's cunt was forced down, quick and fast, over Bobby's stiff prick, her naked ass slapping hard against Bobby's bare thighs.
"Ugh!" Jill grunted, her lower belly filled to capacity with hard, lascivious prick.
Jill leaned back against her brother, nuzzling her cunt and ass deeper into Bobby's lap. Against her back, she felt her brother's hard nipples. Jill's own nipples were taut and went tauter when Bobby wrapped his arms around Jill's body and fingered the woman's hardening teats.
"Now, isn't that better than mouth-even my mouth?" Jill asked, her voice throaty and decidedly breathless.
"There is nothing quite like cunt," Bobby told her, his own voice showing the strain of his passion. "Especially my sister's tight and clutching pussy."
And, as Bobby spoke, Jill was lifting his hips, dragging her cuntal walls free of Bobby's cock which had just managed to spear them so completely. Jill kept on raising, too, until Bobby's prick had dragged free to its spongy cockhead. Then, she once again began a slide.
"Ride me!" Bobby pleaded. "Jesus, ride me!"
"Sure, brother," Jill promised. "Didn't I tell you I was going to ride you? Isn't that what I said? Little Jill here is going to ride your brother-cock until its spitting out each and every spermal bullet that it has presently stored in its scrotal arsenal."
"Yesssss," Bobby hissed as Jill's cunt came up ... then down ... then up again.
Once Jill's cunt had adjusted to Bobby's plugging cock-something it had done quite easily-the woman was able to move into an easy horse-on-a-merry-go-round fucking rhythm.
"So good ... so good," Bobby moaned, his hands massaging his sister's creamy breasts, Jill's nipples so hard that they seemed well capable of bruising Bobby's palms.
Bobby's taut, muscular belly and loins were quivering with the ecstasy derived from those erotic sensations conjured as Jill's cunt was pumped up and then down over his bone-hard penis.
And, Bobby's hips were bouncing harder and faster, weren't they, as Bobby's enormous balls were pulled upward toward the base of the young man's prick? In fact, Jill's pussy was so open to Bobby's impaling thickness that the red-raw mouth of her vagina was being tickled by the black hair on Bobby's contracting scrotum.
"Fuck me, brother. Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me!" Jill moaned as her budded little clitoris scraped along the hard of Bobby's cock like a needle into the groove of a record.
The need inside of Jill drove the naked woman on now, making her rock on Bobby's stabbing cock. Jill could feel Bobby's erection fucking her madly in the belly, preparing to release the gallons of cum that Jill so wanted ... so needed ... so had to have.
Jill's body went glossy with sweat. Rivulets of it drained downward between her breast cleavage to reappear on her upper belly. More moisture formed in the cuppings beneath her arms and oozed from there.
Jill felt herself growing taut with impending orgasm. Her eyes clenched suddenly shut, her hungrily chewing vagina screwing itself around Bobby's blue-veined stiffness.
"Oh, Jesus ... fuck ... baby ... baby," Bobby grunted in animalistic frenzy.
If Jill was close to explosion, Bobby was even closer. Bobby was so close, there was no holding him back. There was simply no way Bobby could any longer control ...
"AAAAAGGGGHH HHRRRRU UUNNGGHH-HHHH!" Bobby bellowed, his hands going claw-like on Jill's alabaster orbs. His lap heaved upward, grinding Jill's black pubic hair against Bobby's black bush. "TAKE IT ... TAKE IT ... JESUS ... SISTER-BITCH ... TAKE IT!"
And, Jill took it, all right, dropping her cunt completely to Bobby's cock roots and leaving it there while Bobby's cock blasted ... blasted ... blasted.
"Eeeeeiiiii ... you ... goddamned ... brother-stud!" Jill squealed, her orgasming cunt twisting over Bobby's cum-blasting penis. "You ... Jesus-fuck ... stud ... fucking ... stud ... fucking stud!"
Jill's spasming cunt clasped and released ... clasped and released ... clasped to squeeze each and every drop possible out of her brother's poker-hot prick.
Bobby's hot streamers of sexual juice squirted hard and fast into Jill's lower belly, catching within the pink folds of his sister's cuntal membranes and hanging there. Other, more juicy semen, merged to completely plug Jill's cunt and then back up within the channel to leak out at the inflamed pussy entrance. Gobs of pearly cum caught in the black crotch hair at Bobby's groin and in the hair fuzzing the man's cum-depleted scrotum.
It was good. But, then, it had always been good for the two of them, hadn't it?
Chapter Five
It was a dream (nightmare?) Barbara had had many times before. She had had it so often, as a matter of fact, she could even recognize it as the dream it was. Recognizing it as such, though, in no way allowed her to cast it free of her sleep-clouded consciousness. The more she struggled to erase its disturbing eroticism from her mind, the more firmly the illusion gripped her, foggy outlines sharpening into more brilliant focus.
"Noooooo!" she mumbled as she tossed in her sleep. Her black, lacy negligee was still pulled up above her navel, revealing the fleecy curls of her pubic vee growing at the meeting of her milky white thighs. Her legs were slightly flopped open so that an observer, positioned at the bottom of the bed, might well have seen the delectable slice of pink flesh peeking through slightly pouted cuntal doors. "Nooo!" Barbara moaned yet again, her dream not releasing her but carrying her right along, in through the front door of her house, down the hall to open the library door and see ...
The dream was always more detailed than the actuality had been. While the night she and Willis had walked in on their two children fucking had occurred in such a rapid progression that it had been hard for Barbara to really believe what was happening at the time, her dream allowed her to register all she had seen on that night-plus even more that was inspired by pure fantasy.
In her dream, she was always alone. Willis was never with her when Barbara slid open the library door, doing so with a silence that didn't draw attention to the fact that she had even gained access to the room.
Bobby and Jill were always fully dressed upon her arrival, although it was obvious that they had already decided that they were both going to fuck on the bearskin rug. Because, as Barbara watched, pulling the library door silently shut behind her, they both began to undress right before her eyes.
Even in the dream, Barbara was able to tell herself that she should certainly give them warning of her presence. After all, with Bobby's shirt off, revealing the exquisite hairiness of his muscled chest, his fingers quickly undoing his pants fly, Barbara knew she was about to see her own son naked. While that might have been okay at one time, it hadn't been proper since the young man's balls had dropped, his groin sprouting silky black hair.
But, could Barbara get her mouth open to warn her two children that she was there to catch them in their abomination? No! She couldn't even make one sound. She was simply glued to the spot, unable to even turn away as Bobby dropped his pants and stepped out of them to reveal white jockey shorts bulged with the evidence of his growing sexual excitement. How big his cock was, even before Barbara really got a look at it in the flesh. The way it was, it formed a high ridge that took root at his crotch and jutted upward, at an angle, toward his left hipbone. His balls, at the thick roots of his cock, formed another bulge, fat and as large as a grapefruit. Where his pulpy, blood-engorged cockhead ballooned the white cotton, there was a quarter-sized spot of wetness. His excited cock had obviously leaked a mess of preseminal juices.
More surprising than the shame Barbara was experiencing at the revealing of her son's bare flesh was the shame she was feeling at Jill's disrobing. As Jill's mother, Barbara had seen her daughter naked plenty of times after the girl's breasts had ballooned to their present state of alabaster voluptuousness, and after her pubic vee had sprouted its fleecy curls, and there should have been nothing disturbing about Jill's naked body. As a matter of fact, it wasn't Jill's emerging nakedness which Barbara found as disturbing as it was what was revealed, in the form of her daughter's underclothing, once Jill had dropped her skirt and discarded her blouse.
The girl was wearing a black, lacy brassiere with only half cups. The cupping pushed up beneath her breasts to form huge mounds of creamy white flesh that threatened to overflow the abbreviated containers. Half-moon slots were centrally positioned on the pinnacle of each half-cup so that each of Jill's full nipples were free to push forward into the open. Her nipples, already taut and pimply from pleasure, were rouged a light pink and slicked as if with lip gloss. Their centers were erect from wanton arousal. Her panties were black and so lacy that her pubic hair was a noticeable dark vee at the crotch of the flimsy material. She wore a garter belt, a black one, that held up her black net stockings.
Barbara had never been able to figure out why her daughter's underwear, in these dreams, was always the way Barbara saw it. Because, the evening Barbara and Willis had walked in on Jill and Bobby, the two young people had been entirely naked. The underwear Jill had been wearing, before she had stripped down that particular evening, had been nothing more than a pair of pink silk panties, cast aside with the rest of her clothes. Jill very seldom even wore a brassiere, nor had she been wearing one that evening Barbara had walked in to find her fucking her brother. So, all the black underwear that Barbara was always visualizing her daughter as wearing in the dream was possibly the result of Barbara having once contemplated just such a sexy costume as a means of getting her husband turned on. Although, she had never gone so far as to buy one. As close as she had gotten was the black, lacy negligee she had worn to bed that evening.
Bobby hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants and tugged slowly downward, peeling the cloth over his belly, hips, and cheeky buttocks, until the rubbery head of his blue-veined prick came into view, its moist and slippery mouth leaking juices that stuck to his underpants even as the material was being pulled away. More and more of his cock was unveiled until, finally, the undershorts dropped all of the way down to the boy's ankles to reveal the bulky hang of Bobby's black-haired scrotum. Inside the sexual sac were two large, egg-sized testicles ballooned with soupy cum.
"Look what I've got here for my sister's* hot and sizzling cleft," Bobby said. Barbara always had audio in her dreams, just as her dreams were always in vibrant, living color.
"There's nothing I like more up my hair-fringed pussy than my brother's grinding thick meatiness. There's nothing that would please me more than the feel of that blue-veined stiffness fucked to the point of spewing its sloshing cum inside my cuntal sheath."
"Just lie down, my pretty sister," Bobby instructed. A hand stroke along the length of his blood-glutted cock fucked an oozing of pre-cum juice free from his pouted cock mouth. He caught the liquid on the heel of his thumb and smeared a veneer of wetness over the fist-sized knob of his meaty erection.
Barbara, standing just inside the library door, watched. She felt the warmth flooding her vagina, seeping into her stomach. She knew what the warmth insinuated. Her cuntal walls were sweating natural lubricant to sop membrane flesh.
Jill was down on the bear-skin rug. One black stocking, unfastened from its garter snap, was being peeled down one long leg, exposing the ivory smoothness of her milky white thigh. Having rolled the net off over the toes of her foot, she tossed the ball at Bobby. It stuck momentarily in his chest hair, came loose to drop to his cock, falling to the floor from there.
Jill lifted her other leg, unfastened her other black net stocking and peeled it away, too. She, then, hunched her cheeky buttocks up off the rug and pulled her lacy panties down her legs, revealing the curly black fleece that veed her cunt.
"Here, give me those," Bobby said, extending a hand for the panties. Jill tossed them to him. He took the small ball of lace and brought it to his nose where he sniffed, smelling those luscious aromas which, having oozed from Jill's sizzling cleft, now clung like aphrodisiac to the material. As a result of his smelling the vestiges of exciting female perfume, Bobby's groin muscles spasmed, bringing his thick meatiness back against his belly with a resounding whack. Preseminal juices splattered in liquid beads on his stomach hair.
"Bare those luscious, alabaster breasts," Bobby said, his voice coming out muted through the lacy panties he was speaking through.
Jill sat up, letting her ivory smooth thighs fall open. The fastener for her brassiere was located between the half-cups. Jill released the frontal hook, letting her large and heavy breasts drop free to tremble gently. She tossed the lacy brassiere to one side and cupped her breasts with her hands. She rubbed those alabaster orbs together along their shared cleavage, aiming her pinkly tinted nipples upward in her brother's direction.
"I've got breasts that are dying to be eaten," Jill said, her voice husky. "I've got membrane flesh all hot and juicy, just waiting to swallow your thick, blood-swollen meatiness."
"Yes," Bobby said. He dropped his sister's lacy underpants from his nose to his cock. He wrapped the filmy material around his meaty erection and delivered several long and lengthy masturbatory strokes to his stiff turgidness.
Over by the door, telling herself this was just a dream, Barbara felt her cunt alive with genital heat. Natural female lubricant had made her inner pussy slippery. Her cunt was so flooded with weeping moisture, some of it had leaked from between those fleshy lips parenthesized by her milky thighs. The leakage was hot and sticky as it drooled along the inside of her legs.
Bobby had his sister's lacy black panties wet with the steady drool of preseminal juice from the pouted mouth of his blood-engorged thickness. He dropped the soaked ball of material to the hearth of the fireplace where it left a wet spot on the flagstone to be evaporated by the burning flames of the fire.
Jill had fallen to her back on the rug, grinding her ass into the white fur so that it worked its way into the crack of her cheeky buttocks. She opened her legs wide, in invitation for Bobby to fall down between them and plant his blood-swollen meatiness up the hair-fringed cleft that was leaking oily female lubricant in preparation.
Barbara tried to look away. She spent moat of her time in this particular nightmare trying to look away. She could not turn her head away from the action, though. And, she knew, as the dream progressed, she would reach the point where she didn't want to turn away. The not wanting to turn away was usually the most frightening aspect of the dream. Even in a night-time fantasy, it seemed obscenely degenerate that a mother could reach the point of wanting to watch the rhythmic cadence of her son's meaty erection pumping in ravenous passion between the fleshy-lipped cunt couched between her daughter's soft and supple thighs.
Bobby, though, wasn't prepared quite yet to plow his impaling thickness up his sister's pulsing cleft. First, he wanted to make doubly sure his lascivious prick was sufficiently lubricated for the savagely delicious fuck into Jill's cuntal sheath.
"You aren't getting my blood-engorged member yet, my tight-cunted sister," Bobby said. "First, I want to make sure that this cock of mine is juiced enough so that its ramming up your inflamed little pussy isn't going to rip your cunt from your navel to the base of your spine. So, sit up for a minute and drop those hungry, rubbery lips of yours down around your brother's blood-bloated thickness."
Jill didn't have to be asked twice. Keeping her legs obscenely splayed, Bobby standing between them, she came up to a sitting position. She reached her hands around to clamp them hard on her brother's cheeky buttocks. She bowed her head into Bobby's crotch, temporarily bypassing his cock in favor of his cum-filled testicles. Her pursed lips found his sex sac. She sucked. All of the hairy loose skin flowed nonstop into her hungry mouth. Still sucking, she opened her mouth wider to vacuum a testicle inside. That testicle was soon followed by the second. Her lips pressed up close to the base of her brother's thick sexual meatiness. Her nose was pressed into the hard expanse offered by the upthrusting of Bobby's stiff erection.
There was no denying that Jill had a mouthful. She did her best by it, too, working the mass of skin and gristle back and forth between her cheeks. She bathed the compacting bag with wet-warm saliva. Her cheeks collapsed in on the two bloated testicles, the sudden squeeze causing a dull ache to sunburst into Bobby's lower belly.
"Eat my cum-ballooned nuts!" Bobby bellowed. He buried his fingers in his sister's silky black hair and took hold.
Jill continued her oral massage, feeling the heavy balls rolling on her tongue as she washed them. She knew each of those fat balls was filling more and more, by the second, with cum that would soon be blasting in incestuously wanton pleasure into the depths of either her sucking mouth or cunt.
Slowly, Jill pulled her face away from her brother's crotch, her pursed lips freeing first one ball and then the other. When the whole bag had been released, it was slick with Jill's spit. It was no longer as flaccid as it had been when it had entered Jill's mouth. Pleasure had contracted it and was even now tugging it even further upward and inward.
Jill stuck out her tongue. She licked right on up the belly of her brother's cock until she bowed over to cap the rubbery head of Bobby's erection. Looking down, she had one hell of a view of her brother's meaty thickness. She knew it would be one long journey from the rubbery corona to the fat base burrowed in black pubic hair. On the other hand, she knew, from past experience, that she was up to making that journey. She was more than ready, more than willing to impale her sucking head on her brother's swollen mass of hard male stiffness.
She sucked the blunt end of Bobby's stiffness into her face. She followed it with more of his blue-veined member.
"Swallow ... swallow ... swallow," Bobby encouraged. His hands, on his sister's head, were pushing her faster and faster down his meaty erection. "Swallow my cock from its rubbery head to its monstrously bloated balls."
Barbara, watching, realized suddenly (as she always realized at this point in the sexual nightmare) that she was standing there in lacy brassiere, lacy underpants, black garter belt holding up black net stockings. If her costume disturbed her, there was, also, the undeniable desire to contend with that had her wanting to put her hands on her drooling cleft and fingerfuck her pulsing vagina to a rip-roaring climax. She resisted the temptation to do so, knowing that it would be to no avail in the end. At the same time, she continued to watch as her daughter's mouth slid to a locked position around the roots of her son's fat cock.
Bobby gave a responsive bucking of his hips to fuck his cock to its last possible fraction of an inch up his sister's feasting face.
"Yes ... yes ... yes," Bobby grunted. "Drown my meaty erection with spit, you pretty, cock-sucking bitch! Get my blue-veined stiffness sopped for the run it's going all-too-soon to be making into that hair-fringed cunt between your gripping, milk-white thighs."
Jill did as she was instructed, simultaneously beginning to slide up Bobby's blood-engorged cock to a point that would have her eventually pausing at his pulpy cockhead. Her tongue continued to whip the shaft of his lascivious prick, saliva glands leaking a wet bath of sticky, bubbly liquid.
She was prepared to make a second trip down over the cock to make sure it was as lubricated as they wanted it, but Bobby was too turned on by now to risk even the possibility of blasting his creamy cum up Jill's sucking face instead of into her hair-haloed cleft. Using his handhold on her hair, he pulled her completely free of his thick prick. His meaty stiffness came out with an accompanying lurid plop.
With a shove, he pushed Jill to her back, her legs coming upward to form a cradle for Bobby's body that immediately collapsed down into it.
Jill immediately put both of her hands on Bobby's back. She ran them down along his muscled flanks to the gentle swells of his solid ass. She cupped both of his buns, her fingers kneading the resisting flesh. Her legs already parenthesizing Bobby's sturdily young body, she cocked her ankles over her brother's lower legs. She, then, worked her feet higher, climbing them to the backs of Bobby's thighs. Her knees butterflied outward on the rug. Her cuntal cleft opened its outer lips like an exotic flower revealing pinkish inner petals for the first time.
"Fuck me, brother," Jill whimpered, her fingertips sliding along Bobby's asscheeks and into the crease of his buttocks. One finger found his winked pucker and petted it. "Fuck your sister's juicy pussy. Fuck it hard ... fuck it fast ... fuck it deep ... with your savagely delicious hunk of blood-bloated meatiness."
"Sure enough," Bobby promised, reaching his right hand down beneath his belly to fist his cock and pull it into position. His cockhead seemed to burn within the heated juices bubbling from Jill's oozing, sizzling cleft. "I'll fuck you," he said, running the rubbery corona of his thick meatiness back and forth along the bubbling opening of Jill's hot and pulsing vagina. "I'll fuck you so hard, so fast, so deep, you're going to think my ravenous hardness has stabbed all the way through your belly and into the base of your passion-groaning throat."
"Yes!" Jill invited, an upward bucking of her hips actually managing to catch the pulpy head of Bobby's cock inside the pouted thickness formed by the outer lips of Jill's inflamed pussy. "Grmmnnggghghh!" she grunted with just the beginning feel of penetration of her brother's phallic monster inside her. She humped her hips again, forcing her fleshy cunt lips to spread even wider over more entering bulk of blue-veined erection.
Bobby shut his eyes with the pleasure. An automatic thrusting of his hips fed more of his wrist-thick meatiness inward between his sister's lewdly splayed legs. He wasn't worried that she would be able to take him-no matter the gargantuan size of his prick- because Jill had taken him time and time again in the past. A complete insertion of the blue-veined stiffness of his cock would make Jill's hair-fringed cleft seem stuffed to capacity, but the sizzling pussy wouldn't split like a ripe watermelon. It would simply vise Bobby's cock, holding to that prick while Bobby fucked ... fucked ... fucked ... to a gut-shattering orgasm.
With one final, massive thrust stroke, Bobby buried the last of his meaty member into the gripping female slot. The base of his cock being greedily gummed by Jill's vagina walls, his balls whacked her sweaty ass with a shamefully lurid sounding. He rested, fully thrust inside his sister's wet and sizzling cleft, his elbows locking to hold his chest elevated above Jill's mushroomed breasts. He wiggled his hips gently, letting Jill's cunt adjust to the feel of the blood-bloated prick stuck inside of her.
A wave of wicked pleasure flooded the watching Barbara. She realized, with abject horror, that the pleasure wasn't caused entirely by the sinful incestuous passion she was watching played out for her on the white bear-skin rug. The horrible truth of the matter was that, quite unaware, her right hand had moved to her cunt, positioned so that a crooking of her middle finger could tease a bit of filmy black lace panty against her swollen clitoris. She was playing with herself, for Christ's sake, playing with herself while her son was incestuously screwing his own sister!
"Ohhhhhh," Barbara moaned, unable to pull her hand away. She knew it was only going to be a matter of time before she slipped her panty crotch to one side in order to touch the red-raw pinkness blossomed within the hair-fringed border of her pussy lips.
Neither Bobby nor Jill paid the slightest mind to Barbara's groaning, obviously too caught up in their own ecstasy. Bobby had begun to fuck in real earnest. His hips rose, pulling his thick meatiness out of the cunt. His hips fell, his asscheeks dimpling, his blood-engorged stiffness socking to his cum-ballooned balls up his sister's sizzling cleft.
"Fuck me ... fuck me!" Jill whimpered in incestuous passion. "Lock that thickness of yours inside of me until you cream ... cream ... cream ... OH, GOD, THAT DOES FEEL SO GOOD ... cream ... up my clutching pussy!"
Jill lifted her legs so high up Bobby's body that the bend of her knees slipped over her brother's shoulders. She could look over the creases made in her folded stomach and actually see the in-and-out pumps of Bobby's impaling thickness between her vising legs. The sight of that disappearance and appearance of her brother's vein-striated prick added more to Jill's pleasure. Her ass rolled beneath the punches, striving to get the fat cock fucked into each and every available crevice of Jill's sizzling pussy.
Jill arched her head back into the rug, her mouth yawning wide in a voicing of pleasure. Her breath came in whimpering sighs as her brother's cock fucked toward crescendo, his crotch banging hers with a. force that mashed his and her pubic hair together in oozing juices and perspiration.
Barbara, worked the crotch of her black lace panties off to one side so that her finger could find and probe the glistening inner petals of her sexual flower. She knew she had to hurry, because the dream was almost over. It always ended when Bobby grunted, sank his cock a final time, and bellowed as he creamed his guts into his sister's lithe and lustful body. But, as usually was the case, Barbara couldn't manage to make her finger move fast enough, even though she did manage to sock it to its knuckles up her juicy vagina, twisting it there like a long, slim male cock screwing into place.
In a quick bucking movement, Bobby pulled his prick free to its rubbery head and, then, returned it back up Jill's juice-sopped cunt. He was in so deep that his balls, tugged to the base of his cock, were almost driven up Jill's cunt right along with his blood-engorged stiffness. He gargled deep in his throat.
"I'm cummmmming!" he announced loudly, his sweaty chest dropped to Jill's mushroomed breasts, his hard nipples chafing against hers. "Jesus ... fucking ... Christ ... I'm cummmmmmming!"
"Yes!" Jill demanded, lifting her hips like a cup lifting to catch all of the liquid spilling from the spigot of a fountain. "Fill me ... fill me ... Jesus, fill me!"
Barbara was finger-fucking her ravaged pussy, kneading membranal flesh in an effort to get her own insides to skyrocketing at the same time her son and daughter were letting go. However, even as her finger fucked frantically, the scene before her began to fade to blackness.
"No ... no ... no!" Barbara grunted in protest, wanting the erotic picture of her sweat-sheened children to remain until she could spasm in orgasm over her finger. "Noooooooo!"
But, the blackness came to engulf her as she knew it would. And, when the blackness faded to gray, she knew she was seeing the ceiling of her own bedroom through the haze.
She was laid out on her bed, her negligee pulled up to her neck. The middle finger of her right hand was buried almost to her wrist up her sizzling, hair-furred cleft. The fingers of her left hand were tented over her right nipple, tweaking violently to produce a pain that only supplemented Barbara's pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh!" Barbara groaned, her body bucking, her ass slapping the sweat-stained sheet beneath it.
Then, suddenly, just as she was on the verge of orgasm, she lost it. She lost it as she always lost it when she realized what it had been in her dream that had brought her to the point of finger-fucking herself in her sleep.
She laid in frustrated unfulfillment, wanting to climax, but something inside her keeping her from doing so, telling her that to orgasm would have been degenerately wrong under the circumstances.
Chapter Six
Horror of horrors, what if her car should crash? That was just one of the questions Barbara was asking herself as she eased to a stop at the red light and waited for the green to give her permission to proceed to her turnoff. What if the police came, called to the scene of Barbara's as-yet hypothetical accident, finding not only Barbara but the boxes she now had on the seat next to her? What exactly would they think, seeing that black lace brassiere, black lace under panties, black garter belt, black net stockings, and black patent-leather spiked heels? Hardly the costume one would have expected for a widow, now was it?
The blaring horn of the car behind her snapped her out of her reverie and told her that the light was green. She gave gas to the car and headed out. She wasn't all that far from home. A few miles more, and she would be safely ensconced behind her own electric fences with no one to know what she had purchased. Most of her servants had the day off. Of course, Georgette might be a little curious, but Barbara was determined to keep even Georgette ignorant of these particular purchases. Barbara had already decided where to tuck the packages away so that no one would ever find them. At the moment, she was doubtful she would even unwrap the incriminating bundles.
What had ever possessed her to buy all of the black lace underwear? She must have been out of her mind! Especially since the only reason she had left the house at all that morning had been to make the purchases. Oh, she knew she had told herself otherwise. Her rationalization to both herself and Georgette had been that it was about time she started getting out and around just a little. She'd said she was going out for lunch.
Lunch? She hadn't even eaten lunch. She had parked her car in a downtown garage and had made a gradual approach to the specialty shop that sold everything from black lace undies to black leotards complete with tail.
She hadn't gone in immediately. As a matter of fact, she had even pretended genuine surprise when her window-shopping had suddenly brought her to the storefront displaying mannequins decked out in black leather brassieres, leather panties, and black leather boots, wearing black hoods and dangling wicked-looking whips. Ashamed that the leather and phallic whips somehow-for God only knew what reason-excited her, she glanced guiltily around in all directions to make sure no one she knew had seen her. She then hurried along, taking a circuitous route that eventually brought her on another approach to the same store.
By the fourth time she had registered her mock surprise at the window display, she had mastered enough rationalization to go inside. It, after all, wasn't as if the store were located on some sleazy side street, getting customers who were only streetwalkers and those into the kinkier aspects of sex. Quite to the contrary, the store was on one of the more fashionable avenues and had a very good reputation among the more avant-garde of that social group Barbara had belonged to before slipping into forced retirement.
"The kinky window displays are just put there as a come-on to .grab your attention," Mildred Westfallon had once told her. That had been shortly after the shop had opened and had gotten a big write-up, complete with photos, on the fashion pages of both city newspapers. Mildred was the first of Barbara's acquaintances, although certainly not the last, who came to admit (usually after one or more martinis) that she had picked up "a little something" from the store inventory. "Actually, they have the best selection of French silk lingerie I've found anywhere," Mildred had gone on to say. "And, they'll monogram them for a very reasonable extra fee." Barbara had wondered, at the time, whether it had been the wearing of monogrammed French silk lingerie which had kept Mildred's husband interested for the last five years, since he was almost fifteen years Mildred's junior.
While Barbara, the minute she had entered the store, had been prepared for some streetwalker-type salesgirl to come over and begin a high-pressured hustle, there was none of that. Actually, besides a rather nondescript young lady who asked if she could be of any help, who then retreated discreetly when Barbara had obviously seemed on the brink of panic, Barbara was left free to wander.
It took her a little time to find what she had in mind, since she was a little reluctant to ask for help, even though most of the other customers (probably repeaters) seemed more than willing to seek out assistance. When Barbara did find what she wanted, she immediately wondered how she could have missed it. What had she been expecting: an inventory of just one pair of lace panties, one lace brassiere, one black garter belt, one pair of black net stockings? There turned out to be one whole corner of the store that was devoted to those particular items. And, once Barbara had found that section, it must have been obvious that she had located what she wanted, because the salesgirl moved in and expertly took charge, acting as if there was nothing at all sinful about a woman wanting black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black garter belt, and black net stockings. While Barbara wasn't talked into trying on the merchandise in the store dressing room, she was persuaded to buy a pair of black, patent-leather shoes with stiletto heels, which the girl, as calmly as you please, said was one of the more popular accessories for complementing the rest of the black bedroom wear.
High heels in the bedroom? Barbara was a little dubious, but she had gone along with the idea nevertheless. The shoes were certainly a little out of style for wearing on the street.
Anyway, the embarrassment which had accompanied her efforts to enter the store, evaporated while she was inside, returned once she had the boxes of merchandise in the front seat of the car with her. She simply couldn't believe she had stood for half an hour in a store, listening to a salesgirl comment on such things as the merits of brassieres with holes cut for nipple exposure, as opposed to those without, or as to how the "secret" crotch openings of several lacy pairs of panties saved time and helped maintain an "effect" that could often be destroyed by more conventional underwear that had to be removed for comfort at crucial moments. She never had come right out and stated that these crucial moments were those encountered when a husband or a lover was all hot and turned on by black lace and ready to plow his blood-engorged cock up a nicely hot and tight pussy. A crotch opening in the woman's panties allowed his cock an easy entrance without risking that loss of excitement possible during the dropping of more conventional panties. Not only that, but it was certainly more comfortable for the foreman to have an opening for fucking, rather than have to push her panties crotch to one side in order to let the cock go plowing in when it was hard and ready for screwing.
Barbara heaved a sigh of relief when she pulled off the main roadway and came to a stop in front of the gage leading into her estate. She activated the electronic release by pressing the small control mechanism in her car, and she felt even more relief as the gate came open and she drove in. There would be no traffic between there and the house. There would be little chance of an accident and, thus, no curious policemen-or anyone else-to wonder why the victim was found in her car surrounded by black lingerie.
She parked the car and smuggled her packages up the back way, relieved when she actually got her purchases into her bedroom without being interrupted by Georgette. However, the minute she was in the room, the door shut behind her, she was struck by an intuitive sense of something being not quite right. It was a sensation she had experienced almost the minute the main gate had closed behind her, except she had been so concerned about getting her packages to her bedroom undetected, the full force of her suspicions hadn't been able to take hold until after she had assumed she had reached safety.
She pulled the bed comforter over the boxes and listened. There was something about the silence that disturbed her. What was it the hero was always saying in all those movies? Something about it being too quiet to be normal. Not that she was expecting all sorts of noise. The servants, except for Georgette and a couple of gardeners had the day off. How much noise was Georgette expected to make in a big, rambling house? Still, Barbara should have been able to hear some kind of sounds, especially since Georgette must have seen the car pull in, realizing by now that Barbara had slipped in by the back way.
Wait! There was a sound. Someone in the hallway right outside. Georgette? Who in the hell else would it be? Barbara chided herself for being paranoid, suspecting it all had .something to do with her guilt at having purchased lingerie for which she couldn't possibly have any use. Maybe she would have had a need for it when Willis was alive, but now? What was she planning to do, deck herself out in black lace brassiere, black lace panties, garter belt, and stiletto-heeled shoes, stand in front of a mirror and turn herself on by looking at her reflection? It was, after all, her own sinful impulse which had prompted her to buy the stuff, anyway, wasn't it? In her whole married life to Willis, she had never been given even the hint that her husband would have been excited by his voluptuous wife dressed in all that lacy finery. Her husband, in fact, had been a highly unimaginative lover. Barbara wasn't sure what an imaginative lover would have had to offer, but it certainly would have been a bit more than the standard wham-bam-thank-you-m'am, missionary position that was her husband's standard bill of fare.
There, that noise again, closer. Georgette, en route to finding out why Barbara had come sneaking into her own house? Barbara glanced nervously toward the bed, seeing that the bulge in the comforter had to look a bit suspicious, but Barbara had wasted so much time she really didn't have the minutes necessary to stash the packages where she had planned to put them. However, in order to make the bulge on the bed a little less obvious, she opened the sliding panel to reveal a closet. She pulled out three dresses, as if she were trying to make some kind of a decision on what to wear, and dropped them all over the hump, just as the door came open.
"Ah, Georgette, I was wondering where you had ... " Barbara said, interrupting her sentence at the sight that greeted her in the doorway. Not that Georgette wasn't there, as expected, because she was. It was who was with her that had brought Barbara up short. "What are you two doing here?" Barbara asked loudly, the very sight of her two children sending indefinable sensations jetting through her body.
"Come now, mother," Bobby said, entering the room, steering Georgette in front of him by a hand over her elbow. "Is that any way for a mother to greet her only two offspring's after all of this time? All Jill and I have seen of you lately is your name scrawled on the bottom of our allowance checks."
"I want you both out of here immediately!" Barbara said. She, then, cast an accusing glance at Georgette. "Are you responsible for admitting these two, against my explicit instructions to the contrary?"
"Now, don't blame poor Georgette," Bobby chided, flashing the same wide smile Barbara could still all-too-well remember. "She's really just a poor creature bowled over by the circumstances."
"I shall discuss that with Georgette after you two have left," Barbara said, backing away from the three of them, as if her two children were poison.
"Then, I suppose we had better get over the business Jill and I have with you, so you and Georgette can hash out explanations as to how Jill and I managed to get through the gate, or over the wall," Bobby said.
"If you and Jill have any business, I suggest you see my lawyers," Barbara said, thinking maybe the best defense was offense. She stopped her retreat and walked forward, having all intentions of gliding right by the three of them to take the Hallway to safety.
Bobby, though, wasn't about to let his mother bluff her way out of the room. He stepped in her way, preventing her exit. When she kept right on coming, he grabbed her by the shoulders, flinging her with a force that sent her sprawling obscenely on the bed.
"How dare you!" Barbara screamed when she had finally regained her senses. Her arms burned where her son's hands had touched them.
"You said you wouldn't hurt her," Georgette said nervously. This suddenly didn't look anything like the family reunion Bobby had assured her it was going to be.
"You are in this with them!" Barbara accused, turning her full attention on her maid. If looks could kill, Georgette would have been dead at that moment.
"We're not going to hurt mother dear," Bobby said.
"Not, that is, if you're cooperative," Jill said, speaking for the first time.
"I don't like it!" Georgette said, wishing now that she hadn't allowed her cunt to overrule her common sense. She was suddenly seeing how Bobby's fucking of his blood-engorged cock inside her juicy pussy had simply seduced her with pleasure into not seeing-until now-the possible consequences.
"It doesn't much matter, my dear, what you like or don't like," Jill said with an obvious sneer.
Barbara, counting on surprise, came up off the bed in an attempt to make her escape. In fact, she almost did manage, except that Bobby reached out a hand, taking hold of her blouse and yanking her back into the room. The force of his tug caused the blouse to rip, popping several buttons in the process. Barbara landed on the floor, her white brassiere showing through the tear, her mind reeling from her fall.
"Noooooo!" Georgette squealed, turning to flee the room, having seen quite enough to know she had allowed Bobby's big prick to fuck her into making one hell of a mistake. "You promised me there would be no trouble!"
It was Jill who stopped Georgette, not Bobby. She stopped her by reaching out and taking a handful of the redhead's short hair. The pull yanked Georgette back into the room and dropped her to her knees. The resulting drop telescoped her spine and made her teeth chatter.
Georgette, though, still had other ideas, spawned now by a natural instinct for survival. She shifted her kneeling position, wrapping her arms around Jill's legs and toppling the dark-haired woman to the rug with her.
"You bitch!" Jill shrieked, landing with a thud but regaining her senses fast enough to grab hold of the ankle Georgette had sticking out behind her as she crawled for the hallway.
Georgette gave a backward kick that shook Jill's hand free, and Bobby moved in to give his sister an assist. He grabbed both of Georgette's legs and pulled hard. The tug was forceful enough to unfold Georgette's crawling body, bringing her breasts and stomach down hard against the floor. Bobby pulled her back into the room while Georgette tried desperately to find something to hold on to to stop her complete return into the bedroom.
The door was plugged by the threesome to such an extent that Barbara knew there was no possible way she could take advantage of her momentary fade from center stage. The windows were of no help, either, in that her bedroom was on the second floor, and she doubted she was capable of going very far on the slanting tiles of the roof. Her only other immediate alternative seemed to be the bathroom. Granted, it was a temporary escape at best, but maybe a miracle would bring help before Bobby and Jill could break down the door. She headed for the bathroom, made it, and slammed the door behind her. Bobby's hand was already on the knob of the bathroom door, turning, when Barbara successfully locked the door.
"Goddamn it!" Bobby swore. Then, realizing his mother had temporarily gotten the best of him, he turned his attention back to his sister and Georgette who were still struggling on the bedroom floor.
It was hard for Bobby to tell which of the young ladies had the present advantage. Both were in a decidedly rumpled state, hair tousled, blouses ripped, skirts hoisted almost to their waists. Jill's blouse was so ripped her breasts, not wearing any brassiere, were visible through the breached material.
Bobby leaned his back against the closed bathroom door, realizing suddenly that the sight of the two women fighting was as sexy as all hell. Bobby's cock was flooding with blood, going stiff as a board in his pants. He dropped his hands to his crotch, adjusting the lay of his swelling prick so that it could balloon to full size with the least amount of difficulty.
When he did walk over to the scuffle, it wasn't to give his sister a hand but merely to successfully rip Georgette's blouse almost completely from her body. Another tug pulled the maid's brassiere free of her breasts without unfastening any of the hooks. Georgette's small but well-formed breasts bounced free, her brassiere having slipped to form a lewd belt around her waist.
"Bobby, you big-pricked bastard!" Jill grunted, still trying to get the upper hand in the battle. She knew what Bobby was doing. She could read her brother like a book. Their mother locked away safely for the moment in the bathroom, he was merely taking advantage of his voyeuristic nature to get his rocks off watching the two women fight.
"Come on, sis, don't let Georgette here win," Bobby encouraged. "Pull out one of your big breasts and whip her silly."
"You shit!" Jill responded, simultaneously knowing she couldn't very well condemn her brother for something that was probably getting Jill even more hot and horny than Bobby was. There was simply something as sexy as all hell to be had in tumbling around on the rug with this sexy redhead. Ever so often, their breasts whacked together, or their cunts rubbed.
Bobby spent the next few minutes doing his best to get both of the young women stripped of as much clothing as possible, getting excited each time he managed to yank off a shoe, tear a blouse a little bit more, pull the waistband of a pair of pantyhose down so far that Jill's legs were tied up-putting her at a decided disadvantage-until she could kick them completely free. In fact, the result of having both young women end up clothed in tatters, instead of being completely naked, turned out adding to Bobby's growing excitement.
Finally, though, when Georgette had moved to a dominant position, her asscheeks astraddle Jill's small waist, her hands banging Jill's head against the carpet, Bobby moved in. He reached down, took hold of the maid and lifted her to her feet. When she turned on him, he gave her a slap that laid her cold, her arms and legs awry as she fell on the bed, her brassiere still locked down around her middle. Bobby had an enticing peek up Georgette's twisted skirt, but he wasn't seeing as much as he wanted. He knew he would momentarily go over, yank off her pantyhose, and God only knew what might follow after that. For the moment, however, he could give his sister a hand. He reached down, taking hold of her extended arm.
"You bastard!" Jill said, coming to her feet. "It's about time you did more than yank off our clothes and grow a big cock."
"It looked as if you were getting the worst of the battle there at the end," Bobby said and smiled. He glanced quickly toward the bed when Georgette gave a low moan that might have indicated she had regained consciousness. She hadn't.
"I would have managed, believe me," Jill said, catching a glimpse of herself in one of the full-length mirrors that veneered the closet doors. One breast was hanging completely out of her ripped blouse. Her skirt was askew. Her shoes were nowhere in sight, her pantyhose a crumpled ball kicked over into a corner.
"You look sexy as hell, you know?" Bobby said. His right hand was at his crotch, petting his erection through his pants.
"You pervert!" Jill said in playful accusation. She was trying to put her hair back into at least some semblance of order.
"Yea," Bobby agreed. His blood-engorged cock had leaked so much juice, it was beginning to stain the pants material beneath his petting fingers. "I'm a perverted degenerate who is as turned on as all hell."
"You mean that's actually hard cock you've got jammed into your pants? I thought it was a fucking fire hose."
"You've got the fucking part right, anyway."
"You're not thinking what I think you are, are you?" Jill asked, her smile widening. She had pretty white teeth that never seemed to get in the way of her giving near-perfect head. "Surely, you can't be! Not with mother dear locked away in the bathroom."
"Can you think of a better place for her while we indulge in a little fun and games? She'll hardly be going anywhere. And, tell me you haven't wanted to bury your face in Georgette's red-haired pussy ever since I first brought the sweet little bitch home?"
"How can I deny it when I've told you enough times?"
"Well?" Bobby asked, gesturing toward the bed and Georgette on it. As if on cue, Georgette groaned and moved slightly. "She's even coming around," Bobby said. "Undoubtedly she doesn't want to miss the fun of you going down on her while I fuck you in the cunt from behind."
"You think she's going to lie still for that?"
"Hell, no. She's going to be hopping all over the bed in her excitement."
"That isn't exactly what I meant."
"Well, it's not like we need to be too nice to her any more, is it?" Bobby said, unzipping his pants and reaching in to tug out his huge, meaty erection and his cum-ballooned balls, "She's got us in here, hasn't she? So, she doesn't need to be capable of getting up and walking around any longer, having already done her good deed for the day."
"Shall we tie her to the bed?"
"Yea," Bobby said, walking over to the closet to search for belts on several of his mother's dresses that might be used in securing Georgette to the bed.
They did just that, too, positioning the maid so that she was lying across the width of the mattress, her legs dropped over the side so that Jill could get to her hair-fringed cunt from a kneeling position. They tied her wrists and ankles with various pieces of clothing found in the closet, and they then tied the other end of the securing straps to the bottom of the bed. All the while, Georgette remained docile, hovering somewhere just on the verge of regaining consciousness.
"She's certainly being nice and cooperative, isn't she?" Jill said, moving in for a closer look. She squatted, running her right hand along the milky whiteness of the maid's left thigh.
"You telling me she had a choice?" Bobby asked, stroking the length of his thick meatiness. The small, pouted mouth, centering his pulpy cockhead, was leaking juices that slicked his pumping fingers. "I'd say I decked her a good one."
"Timed it just about right, too," Jill said. "I think the owner of this luscious, fleshy-lipped cunt here before my eyes is finally coming back to the living."
"Where ... am ... I?" Georgette asked weakly, momentarily disoriented. However, if she couldn't remember what had been happening prior to getting knocked on the bed by Bobby, she certainly got her memory back fast enough. "What in the fuck is going on?" she asked, trying to come to a sitting position, realizing finally that she was bound on the bed.
"Just keep it cool, honey," Bobby said. "My sister and I have got good times planned for you, even if you did kind of panic on us."
"Let me up from here!" Georgette protested, knowing she was helplessly vulnerable. All of her attempts to pull closed her lewdly splayed thighs were to no avail. It didn't take too many smarts for her to soon realize that she had purposely been tied so that her cunt could be put on obscene display.
"Your panic was the key to some mighty good things for you, baby," Bobby told her. He turned to his sister. "Jill, why don't you prop a pillow under Georgette's head so that she can get a good look at you eating her pulsing cleft. While you're doing that, I'll plan the slipping of my stiff cock up your tight and slippery cunt from the rear."
Georgette's eyes came wide open with surprise. She knew what she had heard, but she couldn't believe it. She wasn't the only one .who had heard. Barbara, locked in the bathroom, her ear pressed against the door in an effort to determine just what Bobby and Jill were up to, had heard, too. She, unlike Georgette, knew that Bobby and Jill were capable of anything. They had fucked each other, hadn't they? This three-way Bobby and Jill were proposing was only a short step away from what Barbara had seen her children doing on that bear-skin rug. She shuddered at her latest visions of the lewdly degenerate perversions her two children were contemplating with Georgette. Juices sloshed back and forth in her hair-haloed pussy, some of it drooling out to bead within her ebony cunt hair.
Jill had moved to the head of the bed to get one of the pillows. She proceeded to stuff it under Georgette's head. Georgette was left with a view that had her staring down the run of cleavage between her two breasts, over the indented navel that punctuated the smooth surface of a stomach concaved slightly between her two prominent hipbones. She focused on the fleecy red curls that began growing at the meeting of her creamy white thighs.
"You're both sick!" Georgette said.
"Sick!" Barbara affirmed to herself there in the bathroom. Yes, by God, they were sick! She had mothered a pair of lewd, perverted degenerates who, if she couldn't escape them, were liable to have only begun their present list of obscenities. Her juicy cunt was gushing so much lubricating liquids, she had to use a washrag to reach up under her skirt to wipe them away.
Jill threw the dresses on the bed to the floor to remove the clutter. She did the same to the bulged comforter, revealing the packages underneath as she did so. She was about to knock the packages to one side, too, except her curiosity got the best of her. She scooted off the binding ribbons of one package while Bobby and Georgette watched.
"Would you believe this treasure trove?" Jill asked, lifting out the black garter belt and black lace panties. She held them high so Bobby could see. "Do you see what I see, or am I only imagining this is ... ?"
"Black lace panties and a black garter belt," Bobby finished for her.
"And," Jill said, opening a second and third box," A black lace brassiere and spiked-heel shoes."
"Our mother's?" Bobby asked, hardly believing the discovered cache any more than Jill obviously did. Jill shrugged, and Bobby strolled over to the bathroom door, his thick cock rocking its meatiness from side to side like a phallic metronome. "Hey, mom!" he called, leaning in close to the closed door. "You been doing a bit of entertaining since the old man died? We seem to have found your work clothes."
"Go away!" Barbara said, blushing scarlet there in the bathroom. She knew that trying to go into any explanations regarding her purchases would have only make things worse. "Please go away and leave me alone. If you want more money from your father's estate, I'm sure that can be arranged." She had been a little guilty about their paltry share anyway. "You did come here for money, didn't you?"
"At first, yea," Bobby admitted. "But, since then, we've discovered a few things that might have us wanting to stick around for other things."
Barbara shuddered, simultaneously using the washrag to wipe up a new deluge of her cunt juices. She didn't know just what exactly it was that her son was insinuating, but she had no doubts but that it was lewd, degenerate, and pervertedly immoral.
Jill, though, her attention back on the red hair fringing Georgette's pubic vee, was temporarily willing to forego whatever Bobby had in store for their mother in order to sample the more immediately available pleasures offered by the maid. She laid all the frilly black lace off to one side where it could be gotten to when it was needed. She, then, came around the bed, drawn to Georgette's pouting pussy like an iron filing drawn to a magnet.
"Sure you don't want to come on out for the show, mom?" Bobby asked through the bathroom door. "Your sexy daughter is just about ready to get her pretty face smeared with those musky juices bubbling out of your maid's hair-furred cunt. Maybe you could give Jill a few pointers."
"You perverted bastard!" Barbara screamed through the door, ashamed that she had momentarily been wishing there was a keyhole through which to spy the action without coming out. There was no keyhole.
Jill removed her skirt, tossing it to one side. Her pantyhose and shoes having been removed during the scuffle, she only had left her tattered blouse. She was going to remove that, too, but Bobby stopped her. "You look too sexy falling out of the tears in your blouse," he said. "Leave it on."
Jill obliged, then turned all of her attention on Georgette. She got down on her hands and knees by the sided of the bed. She put a hand on each of Georgette's thighs, feeling the young man's creamy, white flesh tremble beneath her touch.
"Don't do this!" Georgette said. Oh, she had had men go licking down between her legs, tongue-fucking her sizzling cleft, but she had never had a woman. Granted, she had thought about how it might be, but she had never experimented. And, if she hadn't done girl-girl sex on her own, she didn't like the idea of being forced into it now. Although, simultaneously, there was no denying the excitement to be had from the mere touch of Jill's hands on Georgette's thighs, let alone the pleasure to be had from the feel of Jill's hot breath blowing on the flames springing to life within Georgette's pulsing vagina.
"You go ahead and protest all you damn well want," Jill said. "Because, I can tell just by the looks of this drooling little cunt of yours that you want the feel of my hungry lips and tongue almost as badly as I want to give them to you."
"Nooooooo!" Georgette protested. She struggled with the pieces of clothing binding her wrists and ankles, wondering why the pain only seemed to make her inflamed pussy go hotter.
"Bury your rubbery lips into her hair-fringed crack," Bobby said from his position by the bathroom door. "I can see the bitch's swollen clitoris, big as a prick, all of the way from here."
"Yea, a little female cock," Jill said, running her hands inward along Georgette's thighs, her thumbs hooking on the outer lips of the pussy and pulling the cuntal mouth wide to better reveal the hang of the sexual nubbin. "A female cock just waiting to fuck this hungry female mouth."
She lowered her face in deeply between Georgette's thighs, her mouth going leech-like over the fleshy lips of the pouted vagina. She sucked voraciously, burrowing her face deeper yet in wanton arousal. She moaned throatily, her lips gumming the sensitive hang of the blood-engorged clitoris.
"Nooooooo!" Georgette squealed, her hips hunching automatically to fuck her tongue-raped cunt even closer into Jill's feasting face.
"Mom, you don't know what you're missing out here," Bobby announced through the closed bathroom door. "You should really get your pussy out here and let your loving daughter take you on, too."
Barbara could only groan her extreme disgust over her son's incestuously perverted suggestion as she went to the sink to wring out the washrag that had become sopped with the juices already leaked from the reservoir of natural lubricant sloshing around in her pussy.
Jill knew what she was doing. Georgette's vagina, after all, wasn't the first one Jill had ever gone diving over. She was so expert in what she was doing, she immediately had Georgette groaning in the ecstasy of an orgasm. Georgette was spilling into yet a second orgasm by the time Bobby had knelt down behind his sister's revolving ass to put his cock to Jill's cunt from the back.
As Jill continued to eat Georgette's pussy, Georgette squealed up a storm in response to the pleasure racing through her. About that time, Bobby decided he didn't really want to fuck his sister's cunt, after all. Oh, he still had all intentions of fucking his sister, but now he had a need to sodomistically ravage Jill's asshole. With his left hand, he parted her cheeky buttocks, revealing the hair-fringed anal lips. With his right hand he repositioned his pulpy cockhead, moving it from cunt to asshole. As he did so, his cock leaked a string of translucent preseminal juice that outlined the pathway his drooling cockhead had taken.
He gently edged his rubbery cockhead tighter against the forbidden orifice, feeling the brown pucker give beneath the pressure and then begin to yawn open around his pressing prick. His blood-engorged cock kept in position by his continued efforts to sink it inside, he reached for his sister's hipbones and took hold of them.
In one hearty shove, he buried his thick meatiness to his cum-bulged balls up the rubbery rectum.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhhh!" Jill groaned into Georgette's cunt as her brother's invading cock became lost in her asshole. She moaned throatily, trying to shake her ass free in animalistic frenzy while simultaneously knowing that she wanted Bobby's cock to stay right where it was. There was something about the crude depravity of an incestuous fuck in the ass which had always been able to get Jill as hot as hell.
"Like that, don't you, sister dear?!" Bobby asked, although it really wasn't a question. He knew by now just what his sister liked, and she was in seventh heaven whenever his vein-striated meatiness pumped her rubbery asshole. He drew his cock out to his pulpy cockhead and then, without a pause, socked all of his blood-engorged member right back through Jill's yielding, rubbery anal ring. His balls came swinging forward, slapping with a lurid plop against the fleshy moist lips of Jill's unfucked pussy.
"My God! My God! My God!" Jill bellowed, orgasming as her brother's cock fucked her asshole in strong, rabbity, fuck-strokes. At the same time, Georgette was climaxing yet again, her pink cunt pulsing against Jill's sucking mouth and fucking tongue.
Bobby socked his cock in and out ... back and forth ... faster ... faster ... faster. Jill's rubbery anal sheath vibrated as it orgasmed around Bobby's blue-veined thickness. Bobby knew it wouldn't be too long before he blasted his creamy cum up his sister's asshole. It never took him very long when he sodomistically pumped his hard meatiness up her forbidden orifice. He was heading for orgasm even faster than usual this time, because of the erotic sight of his sister going down over Georgette's hair-fringed pussy.
"I'm going to cum, you two sexy bitches!" Bobby announced, his cock pumping out of control. "I'm going to blast ... my creamy ... OH, JESUS, MY CREAMY ... CREAMY ... CUM ... UP MY SISTER'S TIGHT ... TIGHT ... RUBBERY ... RUBBERY ... ASSHOLE ... ASSHOLE ... FUCKING, JESUS, ASSHOLE ... AAAAGGGGHHHHREEEEIIII-UNNNGGHHHH ... TAKE IT ... TAKE IT!"
His bellows of pleasure, combined with the guttural mewls of Jill once again going off around her brother's cum-blasting cock, and Georgette's whimpering gurgles, penetrated to Barbara beyond the shut bathroom door. Barbara felt her mind raped by the vision she had conjured of how it was out there in her bedroom, her daughter eating her maid's cunt, her son fucking her daughter.
Barbara knew she would risk her sanity by staying where she was any longer. She had to get away, that was all there was to it. To stay meant she would soon find herself subjected to unimagined horrors once Bobby and Jill broke down the door to get to her. And, they would break down the door, wouldn't they?
It suddenly struck her that if she had any chance at all of escaping, it would be now, while her son and daughter, at least according to their grunts and groans, were occupied. She, also, knew that she couldn't wait around, thinking about escape, or Bobby and Jill would be through with sex for the moment and free to concentrate on their hiding mother. Already she had probably waited too long ...
She unlocked the door and ran out of the bathroom, stopping suddenly, almost as if she had received a physical blow to her stomach. The scene laid out before her at the bed was just too impossible to believe.
Georgette, tied to the bed, her legs lewdly splayed and hanging over the side, had the hair of her cunt wetted down with Jill's spit. But, that wasn't what had knocked the breath out of Barbara. What had done that had been the sight of her son's blood-engorged cock pulling out of her daughter's asshole. Her daughter's ASSHOLE, for Christ's sake! As if their incestuous perversions weren't enough, Bobby had been fucking Jill's asshole, his cum-slicked cock leaving behind it a brown pucker slicked with his cream.
"Hey, mom has decided to join the party," Bobby said, aware that his mother was out of the bathroom and staring.
Barbara knew she should have been running. What she should have been doing, however, had nothing whatsoever to do with the way her legs felt. They felt like rubber. They wouldn't move at her mental commands, seeming glued to the spot. Barbara was as much held by the sight of her son's large cock, which had just been incestuously fucked up his sister's asshole, as any small animal was ever held by the phallic sway of a killer cobra.
When she finally-somehow-did manage to muster the strength to continue her run, she knew it was too late. Bobby was already on his feet, his lewd cock still standing tall through the opening of his sweat-stained pants crotch. Knowing she couldn't make it out of the bedroom, she decided to return to the temporary security offered by the bathroom. But, it was too late even for that, Bobby was there at the bathroom door, his foot inserted to keep it from being banged shut. His cock was veneered with slime; his face was glossed with sweat. He smelled of sex, the fragrance a disturbing aphrodisiac in Barbara's nostrils.
"Why don't you come on out and show us how you look in your sexy black lace brassiere, black lace panties, black garter belt, and stiletto heels, mother?" Bobby asked, smiling widely.
Barbara felt a new gushing of natural lubricant oozing from her hair-fringed cunt and beginning to drool down the insides of her milky white thighs.
Chapter Seven
She did fight them. She certainly wasn't about to enter willingly into any obscenity that they had planned for her. Her resistance, however, was to no avail, doing very little more than allowing Bobby a good excuse to rip her clothes in the scuffle. In the end, Bobby astraddle her waist, his thick cock still poked from his open pants, and Jill sitting on her legs, Barbara looked as much in tatters as did her maid who was still sprawled lewdly on the bed. Jill, of course, was naked from the waist down, her asshole drooling Bobby's cum on Barbara's calves.
"You feel a little better after the scuffle?" Bobby asked. Somewhere during the course of the preceding battle, his shirt had been ripped to reveal a swath of hairy and muscular chest.
Barbara shuddered, breathing hard, trying to keep from focusing on either her son's muscled body or his lewdly displayed erection. It was hard to do so, her eyes seemingly drawn to both despite all of Barbara's mental commands to the contrary. Finally, as a means of removing temptation completely, she shut her eyes.
"You know that little tussle on the floor has got me hornier than hell," Bobby said. "I wonder why?"
"It's because our dear mother has obviously not let herself to go pot like some women her age," Jill said. "And, you've always been turned on by sexy women, no matter what their age, haven't you?"
"You're sick!" Barbara said, clenching her eyes even more tightly shut. "You are both sick!"
"Naw!" Bobby contradicted. "We've merely come to realize that you only go around in this world once, mom. So, why shouldn't we sample every bit of pleasure there is?"
"How could your father and I have produced two such monsters?" Barbara asked, her eyes popping open only long enough to once again register the thrust of Bobby's vein-straited erection. She immediately shut her eyes at the sight.
"You know, Jill and I have always wondered how you and the old man managed to produce two kids, too," Bobby said. "The old boy was never what you'd call a sexual dynamo, now, was he?"
"Let me up!" Barbara commanded. She struggled as best she could, which wasn't very much under the circumstances. The minor rocking she was able to achieve did little more than sensuously rub her son and daughter's asses against her.
"Oooooooo, but that does feel good!" Jill squealed, more of Bobby's cum leaking from her asshole to smear Barbara's legs. "Feels as if I'm riding a log."
"Speaking of logs," Bobby said, "I've got one growing here from my crotch which is dying to have someone ride on it."
"You're sick ... sick ... sick!" Barbara said, punctuating with a low groan of utter despair. She simply couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to be put in this impossible position. She should have been out of this room by now, fleeing down the hallway. And, she would have been, too, if she just hadn't stopped to stare at her son's cock pulling out of her daughter's rubbery asshole.
WHY HAD SHE STOPPED for Christ's sake?! She must have known it would mean her escape would be thwarted. Yet, she had stopped anyway, embarrassed at the remembrance of how the sight of her son's blood-engorged member pulling from her daughter's ovaled asshole had caused a leaking of oily lubricating juices from her own pussy. It disturbed her even more that her struggle with her two kids had left her cunt no less watery than it had been. In fact, it was possibly even wetter now than before the battle had begun. Even now, she could feel those sloshing juices in her cunt as they leaked between her hair-fringed pussy lips and drooled down between her asscrack.
"You are really one sexy lady," Bobby said, "just like your daughter here has pointed out." Actually, Bobby was surprised as anyone that things were turning out the way they were. He and Jill certainly hadn't come here expecting to get sexually turned on by their mother, had they? They had merely come, wanting a face-to-face confrontation over the possibility of getting a bit more of the old man's cash. They had felt positive that if they could talk personally with their mother, they could bring her to be reasonable. After all, Barbara had been left more money in the will than she could have possibly spent in any one lifetime.
Frankly, they had been a little surprised when Barbara hadn't moved for a family reunion after Willis had dropped dead. Barbara, after all, had never been as stuffy as the old man had been. Bobby and Jill had often thought, although Barbara had never come out and said as much, that Barbara was a bit sympathetic towards them, maybe even to the point where she thought Willis had gone a bit far in sending their children into exile. Bobby still felt, deep down inside of him, that Barbara was sympathetic. He could wonder, though, how this latest chain of events was going to affect Barbara's willingness to cooperate in the money matters.
Bobby could have pulled off now, could have pretended that everything that had come before was a little joke. But, things had merely progressed a bit beyond the point of passing for a joke. If Barbara wasn't willing at this point to be well disposed to her children, it was doubtful-after what had happened- that she was going to be convinced by mere verbal persuasion.
"Listen, mom," Bobby said, "don't you think it's about time you came out of mourning for the old man and started having a bit of fun yourself?"
He suddenly took heart from the fact that Jill had uncovered the black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black net stockings, black garter belt, and spiked heels. Surely a woman with such a sexual arsenal of lace frillies in her bedroom couldn't possibly be the cold fish Barbara was now pretending. Which made Bobby recall just how Barbara had looked when he had turned to see her emerge from the bathroom. Just what was it he had seen registered in her black eyes? At the time it had happened, he had interpreted it as fear. But, now? Hadn't he seen desire registered enough times in a woman's eyes to recognize it when he saw it registered in his own mother's dilated pupils?
Yea, desire. His mother had stopped to take a look, instead of making a beeline for escape, because she had been turned on by what she had seen. She had been as excited as all get-out by the sight of her son's blood-engorged erection plowed up his sister's (her daughter's) rubbery asshole. Was that why she had her eyes closed now, because she didn't want him to read the flickers of desire he might see sparked within her ebony pupils?
"I think everything is going to be better than we could have anticipated, Jill," Bobby said, sure that he had been right. "I think mother here just might turn out to be a pleasant surprise to the both of us."
"Wouldn't that be nice," Jill said, although she wasn't as sure as her brother. She did know that things had certainly taken a different turn than she could have expected when she and Bobby had first decided to break into their mother's estate and try to persuade her to part with a bit more of their dead father's cold cash. But, then, Jill knew that she and Bobby had a way of letting their lives be controlled by those overpowering sexual drives inside of them. Whether they got out of Barbara what they had originally come for, or something more, Jill couldn't deny that she was getting charged by the course they had taken. There was something definitely exciting about the rock and roll of her mother's trapped legs beneath Jill's cum-drooling asshole.
"I think mom here is getting just as much pleasure out of all this as we are," Bobby said, remembering just how Barbara had looked the night she had come in with their father to find Bobby and Jill fucking on the bear-skin rug. There had been desire registered in her eyes that night, too, hadn't there? What's more, deep down, Bobby had always known that desire had been registered there. Didn't that have something to do with them all being here now? His subconscious had possibly planned it all, knowing that a family reunion was just what the doctor had ordered for all three of them.
"You're crazy!" Barbara squealed, trying once again to squirm out from beneath her children's pressing bodies. "You're both mad!"
She was convinced they were both crazy, both mad, especially Bobby. He had to be off balance to even insinuate Barbara was enjoying any of this. He was merely trying to rationalize his own lewd and perverted conduct, trying to erase his own guilt by making believe that Barbara had willingly allowed herself to be roped into this incestuously sinful m�nage on the floor.
"Let your mother up!" Georgette ordered from the bed, knowing she was in no position to order anything. She hadn't been able to modify her sprawl across the bed since Jill had sucked her cunt through a whole series of eruptions. Georgette's licked pussy was weeping natural dew like crazy. So much of it, as a matter of fact, that it was drooling down the crease of her ass to , soak the bed covers with ooze.
"You keep your mouth shut on the matter," Bobby warned. "Or, I might have to come up there and plug your throat full of meaty erection."
Georgette told herself that the tremors that shot through her body had nothing whatsoever to do with any pleasure she might have- imagined coming from Bobby's blood-stiffened meatiness plowing in to gag her mouth. While at any other time, the idea might have been an exciting suggestion, she refused to believe it could be pleasurable now. Now, she was tied to the bed, unable to have any say in whatever Bobby chose to do to her. Hell, he could even forcibly roll her over on her belly and stick his meaty hardness up her rubbery asshole, just like he had skewered his vein-latticed hardness up his sister's gumming rectum.
"Yea, don't you get all excited, Georgette," Jill added. "Because, I doubt if either my brother or I is through with you yet. We're just giving you a short spell for a breather."
"You won't get away with this," Georgette warned, wondering how anyone, herself included, would ever be able to stop them. The house servants were all off for the day, so there was no danger of help from that quarter. Granted, there were still two gardeners out wandering around the grounds somewhere, but the closest they ever came to the house was to trim the surrounding shrubbery. They never came inside. As for visitors, or even phone calls, Barbara's self-imposed isolation had done away with, most of those. It all boiled down to the fact that, at least until morning, Bobby and his sister had full run of the place and of the women they were holding captive inside it.
"Have you noticed that mom hasn't been any too quick to tell us just why she's been out shopping for lacy undies?" Bobby asked, turning his head over his shoulder to address his sister. "What I think is that she must have intuitively sensed we were coming and decided to go out and buy the one costume she knew would get the two of us turned on to rape her."
"Let me up ... let me up ... let me up!" Barbara commanded, giving yet another ill-fated bid for freedom. She was as securely anchored into place beneath her son and daughter's weight as she had always been.
Bobby reached down to one of the large tears in his mother's blouse. Hooking the ragged edges with both hands, he ripped the material even further, completely revealing the white cotton brassiere that contained his mother's firm and milky white breasts.
"What are you doing?" Barbara asked, her eyes coming open to be filled once again with the sight of her son's rigid meatiness thrust up before his stomach. His scrotum, black with a furring of pubic hair, was dropped in a fleshy puddle on her stomach.
"Your breasts, mother, should either be bound with a black lace brassiere or not at all. This conventional white thing does absolutely nothing for them."
He scooped his cupping hands down inside her opened blouse and beneath her back. All too easily, he found the hooks of Barbara's brassiere and unfastened them. He succeeded despite the fact that Barbara was grinding down hard against the floor in an effort to squash his fingers and immobilize his hands.
Bobby, though, not only got the brassiere unhooked, he also peeled it off his mother as he pulled his hands from beneath her. Barbara's breasts spilled free, mushrooming seductively across her ribcage. Her roseate nipples were as large as half dollars, gone all imply with their exposure to the air.
"Lovely ... lovely ... lovely," Bobby complimented. He meant it, too. He hadn't seen two breasts so excitingly luscious, except those belonging to his sister. He reached out both hands, locking his palms into place over the tauting nipples. He revolved his hands in one direction, and then in the other, the resulting friction causing the nipples to bud even further.
"Don't do this!" Barbara pleaded, trying to tell herself that she was feeling no pleasure whatsoever. It seemed totally inconceivable that there could be any pleasure resulting from this incestuous assault on her person.
"Lovely mother breasts," Bobby said, massaging the alabaster orbs as if they were raw dough. "Just made for sucking. Just made for fucking."
Fucking? Barbara didn't know what he was talking about. How could breasts be used for fucking?
Bobby, as it turned out, was going to show her. His mother's breasts were simply too much of an enticement to pass up.
He released her left alabaster orb and grabbed hold of his cock. He pulled his stiffly erect meatiness downward, lying it out within the cleavage formed between the two breasts. The small, pouted mouth of his cock leaked a mess of preseminal juice into the jugular notch at the base of Barbara's swan-like throat. Using his left hand on Barbara's right breast, he moved the alabaster orb toward his cock so that it overlapped the length of his erection and held it in place. He took her left breast back in his right hand and pushed it sideways to a mating with the other. His thick member was suddenly locked into place, fucked into a tunnel of soft, warm breast flesh.
"Did dad use to fuck your lovely breasts, mother?" Bobby asked. He drew his cock through his mother's ballooned breasts, leaving a mess of leaked moisture behind. When he ran his cock back through the tunnel, the liquid he had leaked before acted as a smooth slideway. The pulpy head of his cock once again appeared at the end of the tunnel, thrust to the point where it was once again positioned over Barbara's jugular notch.
Barbara had an obscenely lewd view of her son's rubbery cockhead, thrust as that cockhead was, almost to her chin. The cockhead was as big as a fist, far larger than Willis' cockhead had ever been. But, then, Barbara had always known Bobby's whole cock was bigger than his father's member had ever thought of being.
"Ohhhhhh, pleeeeeasse, don't do this ... don't do this!" Barbara pleaded. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. As obscene as it all was, she remained fascinated by the sudden slide, once again, of Bobby's cock back and forth through the enfolding tunnel of her breasts.
"Sorry, mom, but it just feels too, too good to stop now," Bobby said. As his cock pumped, his scrotum drug along her stomach, scratching her tender skin with Bobby's black pubic hair. As his cum-ballooned balls moved, her hair-furred skin around them began contracting.
"Well, don't think you're going to have all the fun," Jill said. While her brother fucked their mother's breasts, Jill hoisted her mother's skirt, revealing the panties of the pantyhose that were all there was keeping Jill from her mother's cunt. And, Jill did want her mother's cunt! "Would you believe mom's pussy is leaking like sixty?" Jill said, the juice stains on the crotch of her mother's underwear being more than evident.
Jill buried her face between her mother's legs, taking first a sniff of the stained underwear and then a lick of it.
"Nooooo ... noooooo ... noooooo!" Barbara said, experiencing the lightning-like jolts that shot through her as a direct result of her daughter's face nuzzling her pubic vee. Even with the pantyhose offering a shield, Barbara was tremendously disturbed by the shudders of pleasure that were possessing her.
But, it was yes as far as Jill was concerned. Having a sample of her mother's pussy juices, Jill wasn't about to be content until she got more of them, and not just those she could strain through pantyhose. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the pantyhose and gave a tug that, even though Barbara's cheeky buttocks were pressed tightly against the floor, pulled the material to a point that made Barbara's cunt available.
"Beautiful!" Jill breathed, bending to kiss her mother's pussy. Cunt juice immediately slicked her lips and chin. She licked, licked again, then went for a really hearty suck.
"Oh, Jesus, no ... please, no ... no ... no!" Barbara protested. She couldn't believe this horror was happening to her. And, why couldn't she take her eyes off the way her son's cock kept appearing and disappearing through the tunnel formed by her voluptuous breasts? Why wasn't the feel of her son's cock, gliding back and forth through her cleavage, and the feel of her daughter's mouth, feasting on her pulsing pussy, painful? There, after all, shouldn't have been ANY pleasure from this incestuous attack, shouldn't have been ANY enjoyment from this obscenity.
"SO ... WHY ... WAS ... THERE ... PLEASURE?! Yes, goddamn it, pleasure ... pleasure ... pleasure. Pleasure from the slip and the slide of Bobby's vein-striated cock. Pleasure from the continual lapping of her daughter's tongue and lips.
THERE SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN PLEASURE IN INCEST! THERE ... SHOULD ... NOT ... HAVE ... BEEN ...
"Aaaaaagggheeeeiiiii!" Barbara mewled lowly, frightened of her impulse to orgasm. ORGASM, for Christ's sake! Orgasm on her daughter's tongue. Orgasm at the sight of her son's stiff cock fucking her milky white breasts. The very idea of orgasm at this time, under these circumstances, wasn't even to be considered. Barbara, therefore, fought the impulse with all the mental strength she could muster.
Jill wasn't discouraged by the fact that her mother's cunt wasn't immediately trembling in climax. She was confident that she and her brother would get it to orgasm soon enough. She just continued on with her eating and sucking, savoring the fuck-flavored tastes while smelling the heady female aromas emanating from her mother's pussy.
Jill's lips mouthed the open fullness of her mother's cunt, burrowing in among the wet cunt hair frosting the cunt lips. As she did so, she continued drinking whatever the pussy oozed to her nibbling lips. Through her half-closed lashes, she could see the wonderment of her mother's cunt. She sucked even more heartily on the haired flesh, locating the jumping pole that was blood-engorged clitoris. She centered her sucking on that bursting little sex bud, going down on it like she would have gone down on a big, male cock.
"Nooooooeeeeeeiiiiiii!" Barbara squealed, the spasming of her body forceful enough to bounce her on the floor despite the weight of her son and daughter sitting on her. "Please ... oh, God, please ... don't ... don't ... do this ... horrible ... JESUS, HORRIBLE ... thing ... to your ... mother. '.. Jesus, mother ... Mother ... MOTHER!"
Jill, however, only thrust her tongue more violently around the jiggling clitoris. She worked her whole face deeper into the pouted slit of her mother's pussy, her nose lost in the fleecy curls of pubic hair.
Barbara was still trying to keep from an orgasm, although it was becoming more and more difficult for her to do so. Still, the closer she came to exploding over her daughter's working tongue, the more she fought to impede the betrayal any such orgasm would surely signify.
SHE COULDN'T GIVE UP TO THOSE PLEASURES WHICH SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE TO BEGIN WITH.
Mustering all the willpower she could, she managed to once again close her eyes and blot out the disturbingly incestuous sight of her son's blood-engorged cock fucking the cleavage of her breasts.
"My ... oh, my ... mother ... does that feel good," Bobby said, pumping the hole he had made for his turgid meatiness. His thick prick leaked so much pre-seminal juices, the tunnel was drenched with that moisture. The oozed liquid caught within the vacuum caused by Bobby's screwing cock and made loud, slurpy noises erupt into the room. Those sounds combined with the sounds of Jill's mouth sucking up a storm over Barbara's hair-fringed cunt, and with the uncontrollable grunts and groans of Barbara building for her blast-off. All the noises excited Bobby to fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... even faster. If his mother's breasts were such a great fuck, Bobby could really get turned on by visions of how it would be to bury his hard meatiness up his mother's mouth, her cunt, or- hell, yes-even her rubbery, gripping rectum.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... mom's creamy, white breasts," Bobby said, leaning forward to really hunch his cock once more through the alabaster orbs. By controlling the pressure on his mother's breasts, he could control the friction of his blood-glutted cock against the juice-slicked orbs. As his pleasure increased, he tended to push the breasts in tighter and tighter around his cock. The produced heat burned into the shaft of his cock and into the jiggling softness of his mother's breasts.
Jill, meanwhile, was really turning loose between her mother's legs, impressed no end that Barbara had held out so long despite Jill's concentration on the ultra-sensitive clitoris.
Barbara might have-if only barely-been holding off orgasm, but that couldn't be said for Bobby. Without his really having realized it had happened, he had reached his own moment of truth, long beyond the point where he could have held off blasting his creamy load from his nuts.
"Oh, mother, your son is about to spew his sloshing cum out of his blood-bloated cock!" Bobby announced loudly. He vibrated his mother's breasts against the length of his priming cock. He pushed his thick member all of the way through, so that his pulpy cockhead was poked out over the base of his mother's throat.
He felt the powers building inside of him.
"I'm cummmmmmming!" he grunted, knowing that his cum had already been released from his balls, even if the cream hadn't yet come blasting out from the pulsing mouth that punctuated the crown of his stiff meatiness. "I'm cummming ... cummmming ... you, sexy, mother ... mother ... mother-breast-fucking stud ... I'm going to ... OH, JESUS, OH ... I'M GOING TO ... CUM ... CUM ... JESUS, FUCKING ... CUM, OH, CUM, OH ... OHHHHHHHHHHHH ... SWEET ... SWEET ... JEEEEEEEESSSS-UUUUSSSSS!"
Barbara really had no intentions of opening her eyes. However, a reflexive response to the first splattering of hot cum on her cheeks caused her eyelids to jerk open to expose to her the pulsing spasms of her son's cock shooting out soupy streamers of creamy white cum. The result of her son's explosions trailed Barbara's breasts, neck, and face with stickiness. She watched most of it land.
"Ohhhh, noooooo!" Barbara screamed, the sight of her son's powerful cock so strong an aphrodisiac that she was almost into orgasm right, then and there. She would have gone over the edge, too, except that Jill chose that particular moment to pull her face away from Barbara's cunt, giving Barbara the opportunity to suppress the orgasm.
"I think this hair-fringed pussy needs a cock to set it to trembling," Jill said. "Do I hear any volunteers?"
"Yea, I'll volunteer my big prick," Bobby said, his voice decidedly breathless. He released his hold on his mother's breasts, revealing a cleavage soaked with cum and preseminal slick. Upon release, his cock, still hard despite its blast-off, came to attention in front of his body. Its whole blood-glutted shaft was glossy with sexual liquid. "But first, I want mom here to lick my cock clean. I want, after all, to give her tight pussy nothing but a load of the fresh .stuff, right?"
"Right," Jill readily agreed.
"Right, mom?" Bobby asked, then laughed. He picked up a thick string of cum on the tip of his index finger and brought it to his mother's lips. "And, here's a preview, just in case you've forgotten how good cum can taste."
"I won't! I won't!" Barbara protested, trying to turn her head. But, Bobby merely proceeded to gloss her lips with his cooling sex cream, poking his finger in between her lips to smear her gums with the slightly salty elixir.
Automatically, Barbara's tongue licked to clean the obscenity away. When she swallowed, her spit carried with it the taste of her son's seed.
She was actually disappointed when the taste of it didn't make her physically ill. She had certainly expected that resulting sickness to be there. It was only natural, wasn't it, that a son's cum should be nauseating if forced on his mother's taste buds? SO, WHY WASN'T IT?
Bobby came scooting upward, sliding his cheeky buttocks over his mother's sex-glossed breasts. He felt her hardened nipples chafing his ass buns. He felt the stickiness of his own juices that had once been smeared on her breasts and was now smearing on his asscheeks.
Barbara saw what he was doing, his moving closer so that he could more conveniently feed his thick meatiness into her mouth. She had hoped that his scooting forward would have released her arms for battle, but she should have known she wouldn't be so lucky. Jill made sure that Barbara's arms were kept securely anchored at her mother's sides by quickly scooting up behind Bobby. Jill's ass settled down over the spit-drenched fleecy curls of her mother's cunt.
Bobby dropped his left hand down around the back of his mother's head, lifting Barbara's face into position. She tired to twist free, but his fingers were securely anchored within her black hair and wouldn't turn loose. With his right hand, he took hold of his cum-streaked meatiness and poked its pulpy head to his mother's lips. An oozing of stale cum exited his pouty cockmouth and trailed a string of slickness on Barbara's mouth.
"And, you just remember, mom, than if you bite this cock of mine, you are going to live to regret it."
Barbara shivered as the pulpy cockhead once again collided with her lips, actually penetrating to squash against the barrier offered by her firm white teeth. Bobby scooted even closer into his mother's face.
"Come on, mom, open up wide," Bobby coaxed.
"Noooooo!" Barbara bellowed, the taste of her son's cock on her lips, the smell of it heavy in her nostrils. Her voicing, though, had opened .her mouth just enough so that Bobby could take full advantage. He socked his cock quickly into place.
Barbara wasn't quite sure what had happened, most likely surprised because the cock had entered so fast that she hadn't had time to choke on it. Suddenly, it was just there, buried deep in her throat and spreading its juices there. Her nose was buried in Bobby's black pubic hair. Her chin was cushioned by the young man's hair-covered scrotum.
"Remember, mom, not to bite/' Bobby said. His cock firmly entrenched, he joined his right hand with the left behind Barbara's head, the both of them holding her face in place.
Barbara, in truth, might have been thinking many things, but never had she thought of teaching her son a lesson by biting off his prick. Not that she was cowed by his warnings. It was simply that her biting off her own son's cock would have been even more obscene than his incestuous fucking of her mouth and throat. Bobby needn't, therefore, have worried. She wouldn't bite his blood-engorged meatiness. She would simply, somehow, bear the humiliation of it pumping her face. She would even, somehow, bear the possibility of it eventually erupting its hot cum inside of her. She would do all of that. The one thing, though, that she promised herself she would not do was enjoy this incestuous oral raping. Nothing could make her enjoy. Nothing! She only wished there was some way she could make her perverted son understand that, because it was obvious that he now didn't.
"You really do like the taste and feel of your son's thick meatiness rammed down your throat, don't you, mom?" Bobby said. "It's been a long time since you've sucked cock, hasn't it? Since dad died?"
In truth, Barbara had very seldom sucked Willis' cock. Not that she hadn't wanted to on enough occasions. But, Willis had somehow always thought his wife going down on his cock was dirty, so he had never let Barbara go beyond a few experimental sucks, those usually when he was asleep.
"Or, maybe you've had a few men friends dropping by so you can swing on their large cocks, huh, mom?" Bobby suggested. "Is that why you've gone out and bought yourself a black lace brassiere, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, and spiked high heels? Do some of your men friends like you dressed up like that while you go bouncing your head over their blood-engorged cocks?"
The bastard was crazy if he thought she had been unfaithful to Willis before or after the man had died, and she told him so. Her words, though, coming out as they did around the plug of Bobby's swollen cock, were quite undecipherable. This was the first sex Barbara had had in a long time, and it was being forced on her against her will.
"Hey, sis, mom here has either had one hell of a lot of practice cocksucking, or she's a natural at it," Bobby said. "She's swallowed my meaty thickness right up to my cum-ballooned balls and hasn't gagged once. Hell, even you gagged on my foot of thick meatiness the first time, didn't you?"
It was probably the sudden realization that Bobby's cock was a good foot of blue-veined stiffness that finally did send Barbara into a fit of gagging. After all, it hardly was natural that she, with so little previous experience, could have swallowed so much hardness, so fast, without gagging on it, was it?
"A little late there with the gag routine, aren't we, mom?" Bobby asked, clucking his tongue as if Barbara wasn't putting anything over on him. Still, he pulled his cock partially out so his mother could get some badly needed air and quit choking.
Barbara looked down the spit-wet neck of her son's stiff prick, seeing Jill's hands gliding around Bobby's waist to play with his big balls.
His mother seemingly recovered from any gagging bout, Bobby fucked her face right back to the bottom of his thick meatiness. Her nose buried in the stiffness of his pubic hair. Her lips ovaled tightly around the roots of his hard cock. At the same time, Jill gave Bobby's balls a hearty squeeze.
"God, but there is nothing quite like fucking your mother's face while your sister plays with your bloated testicles!" Bobby announced loudly. Even he could be surprised at how quickly his guts were thrilling toward another ejaculation. Oh, he was always quick on recovery. But, this time, he had been exceptionally quick.
Once again, Bobby dropped Barbara's head until her lips had climbed almost to his spongy cockhead. Then, using his handhold, he corkscrewed her throat back over his blood-engorged member.
"Oh, but that is A-fucking good!" Bobby said, accompanying with a low groan. After which, he commenced to bounce Barbara's head up and down over his stiff erection. In her black hair, his fingers clutched spasmodically as his pleasure rose higher and higher. He gripped her scalp, bringing her head into even faster fucking motion.
Barbara shut her eyes, disturbed at the ease with which her throat was taking and then surrendering her son's stiff cock. Aside from her initial, gagging, there had been no more. And, Barbara was convinced that there should have been more. In fact, she was convinced that she should have been choking to death on this mouth-raping hunk of meatiness. So, why wasn't she? Why was the cock fucking her face as if throat and cock had been made for each other? Why wasn't there pain? Why wasn't there discomfort? It was just too obscene for this lewd incestuous raping of her mouth and throat to be as easy for her as swallowing a pill.
Bobby would have preferred remaining calm and cool while he worked his mother's head over his cock, but that suddenly became simply impossible. Faster than Bobby could have realized it possible, he was on the verge of another orgasm.
"Goddamn it, mom, I'm cummmming!" he bellowed in surprise. He followed with a series of low and guttural groans as his balls released load after load of viscous cum.
Barbara felt the hot splashes of cum on the back of her throat. She had been expecting, all along, to choke on them, even if she hadn't gagged to death on the cock delivering them. However, she didn't gag. She simply swallowed ... swallowed ... swallowed, taking away the salty liquids as quickly as she found her son feeding them to her.
"Fucking Jesus!" Bobby squealed as Jill's massaging fingers coaxed even more cum from his bloated testicles by squeezing his nuts. "Fucking ... fucking ... Jesus!"
He squirted his last, then left his cock inserted until he recovered from his surprise. Slowly, he dropped his mother's head back to the rug, his cock slipping free of her mouth. His blood-engorged thickness wasn't as hard as it had been, but it wasn't completely flaccid, either.
"My God, but that was good!" he exclaimed. "Wasn't it, mom?"
Barbara, her eyes closed tightly, vigorously shook her head no, simultaneously ashamed that her son's cum had acted as an aphrodisiac as it had flooded her during his exploding orgasm.
Chapter Eight
What with her cunt having been licked by her daughter, and her cleavage and mouth having been flooded by cum from her son's exploding cock, Barbara had momentarily believed that her two children were surely now going to leave her alone. Possibly it was simply hard for her, having been married to a man whom had been known to peter out in mid-fuck, to believe that Bobby could really be prepared to move right on to another consecutive orgasm.
"Well, I think it's about time mom's pussy got worked over by a little something besides my sister's incestuous tongue, don't you think, sis?" Bobby asked, shattering Barbara's illusion that her horror was over.
"Haven't you done enough to me already?" Barbara asked. "My God ... my God .,. haven't you done enough?"
"Mom, we haven't done nearly enough for you," Bobby said, coming to his feet. His cock, although still stiff, had drooped slightly, having assumed a position that had it held parallel to the floor. As Barbara watched, a drool of stale cum appeared at the pouted mouth of the cock and dropped halfway down to Barbara's breasts before breaking loose and landing with a sticky splat on her left nipple. "You haven't even orgasmed, yet, have you, mom?" Bobby asked. "What kind of unfeeling kids do you think you have that they would just proceed to the point of getting their own rocks off, leaving you as frustrated as hell?"
"Ohhhhhh," Barbara groaned, the sound reflexively escaping from her lips without her having any control over it. She couldn't believe her son was actually determined to bring her to climax. Didn't he know it would be impossible for her to have an orgasm, considering the obscene incestuousness of this kind of sex?
Jill got up, too, her ass leaking juices that were readily glossing the length of the crease between her buttocks. Barbara was free for the moment, laid out between their legs. In a delayed attempt at modesty, she thrust her left arm over her breasts and used her right hand to pull her skirt back down over those fleshy lips nestled between her soft and supple thighs.
"Hey, no need to be shy around Jill and me," Bobby said. "We're family, aren't we? As for Georgette, well, I'm sure she's seen you naked plenty of times, hasn't she?"
"Just, please leave," Barbara said, acutely aware that the taste of her son's sex was still lingering deliciously on her tongue. "I'll give you anything you want-ANYTHING-if you'll just leave now."
"But if I left, I wouldn't get what I really want, would I?" Bobby asked, his smile widening. "Because, what I really want right now, more than I want anything else, is you."
Barbara groaned in shame and humiliation. It was all so hopeless! How had she allowed herself to become a sexual victim of these sexual monsters?
"You know, there hasn't been anyone to turn me on like you do, mom, since I took on my sister."
"Pervert ... pervert ... pervert!" Barbara moaned, wondering if there was any way she could possibly escape. She doubted it. She felt so weak, she doubted if she would even be able to run once she got to her feet.
"You know what could really turn me on about now, mom?" Bobby asked. He dropped his right hand to his cock and began stroking, Barbara was shocked to see his blood-engorged member returning to the hardness it had achieved while fucking her throat. Barbara was awe-struck by her son's recuperative powers. If he had been anyone besides her son ...
"I think I know what you want," Jill said. She had always been very good at reading her brother's mind.
"Well, then, why don't you tell mom?" Bobby suggested. "Although, I really think mom already knows, too, don't you, mom?"
"You want her to dress up in her black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black lace garter belt, black net stockings, and spiked-heel shoes, right?"
"Yea," Bobby said, giving his cock a forceful masturbatory stroke as if to emphasize his affirmation. "Wouldn't you like to see how mom looks when she's all decked out for men callers?"
"Hell, just the thought of it makes my pussy drip," Jill informed. "What do you say we get the show on the road?"
"Why don't you leave your mother alone?" Georgette asked from the bed, feeling guilty as all hell that her cunt had gone all oozy inside at the sight of the workout the two kids had already given their mother.
"Beginning to feel a little neglected, are you, Georgette?" Bobby asked, turning slightly so that the maid had a good look at his meaty erection. "Hell, honey, you should know by now that I've got more than enough stiff goodness between my hairy thighs for all three of you ladies."
"Let me go! Let me go!" Georgette insisted, twisting in an attempt to free herself from the bindings holding her.
"Your mouth in your face says one thing, honey," Bobby said. "But, by the drooling state of that fleshy-lipped mouth between your supple thighs, I would say you're as hot to trot as my mother here."
"No ... no ... noooooo!" Barbara moaned, refusing to believe that her horror wasn't yet over. If she would have ever been able to reach the day when she could somehow rationalize her son's cock in her mouth, and her daughter's tongue in her pussy, as NOT being incest, how could she ever be able to likewise rationalize the pump of her son's cock up her vagina? The simple fact being that there would be no rationalization for such an obscenity! Bobby was out to firmly commit the three family members to this incestuous abhorrence.
"Come on, mom," Bobby said, stepping free so she could get up. Jill stepped away, too. "Get up and put on all your fine lace undies so we can all take a good look."
Barbara didn't move. She shut her eyes, thinking some miracle would happen, and the nightmare would pass away. There was, however, no such miracle. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Bobby and Jill were still there, Georgette still lewdly exhibited on the side of the bed.
"Move ass, mother!" Bobby said. He went over to a chair by the door, ready to keep Barbara from any intended escape to the hallway. "You don't want to be a party-pooper, do you?"
Jill moved over to the bathroom door, leaning against it, obscenely grinding her ass back over the doorknob. Barbara didn't have to be told that Jill would be there waiting if she tried to make another attempt at locking herself in the bathroom.
"You want me and Jill to give you a helping hand?" Bobby asked when Barbara didn't make any move to get started. "I assure you, it would be a lot easier for you if you did it yourself."
"Oh, I don't know," Jill said, her right hand dropped to her cunt where she was playing with the hang of her tender clitoris. "It might be kind of fun dressing her like she did us when we were kids."
Barbara reached for the waistband of her pantyhose, thinking to pull them back up to protect her vulnerable cunt before she stood up. Bobby, however, was having none of that.
"You might as well kick off those pantyhose all together," he said, with a lascivious smile. "You aren't going to be needing them, and they're only going to get in my way."
Barbara hesitated for just a moment and then decided that if she didn't remove them Bobby and Jill would probably remove them for her. So, she peeled them down the rest of the way and laid the crushed ball of flimsy material off to one side as she struggled to a sitting position.
"That's a good girl," Bobby encouraged. "Why make this such an ordeal, right? We are, after all, all out for a good time, aren't we?"
"I'm not having a good time!" Barbara said loudly. She was unsuccessfully trying to pull together the tattered pieces of her blouse in order to shield her voluptuous breasts from Jill and Bobby's incestuous stares.
"Tell me that when your inflamed pussy is sucked up around the base of my blue-veined stiffness and jerking like crazy."
"You're sick!" Barbara accused. It wasn't the first time she had made the accusation, and it undoubtedly wouldn't be the last time.
"Sick to want to give us all a little pleasure?" Bobby asked, as if he really couldn't believe Barbara's protest. "Naw!"
"Sick," Barbara insisted.
Bobby gave a long sigh and momentarily quit beating his meaty hardness. His stiff cock was back to a full erection, looking impressive as it struck free of his unzipped pants fly, his hairy scrotum pooled on the cushion of the chair seat.
"Looks like maybe we are going to have to give mom a hand after all," Bobby said. He'd put his hands on the arm of the chair and was making at least the motions of getting up.
"No!" Barbara said, struggling to her feet. The last thing she wanted was her two children back to touching her or wrestling with her on the floor. "I'll do it myself."
"Good Show!" Bobby said, genuinely pleased that Barbara suddenly seemed to be seeing the light.
"Yea ... yea ... yea," Jill chanted from over by the bathroom door. Her playful fingers had just exploded a minor orgasm inside of her. Her legs were wobbly like rubber. Her cheeky buttocks were grinding back harder and harder against the doorknob.
Barbara's motivation to comply was primarily to get better protection for her naked breasts than her ripped blouse was presently affording. She would have preferred putting back on the white cotton brassiere which Bobby had stripped from her, but, knowing neither Bobby nor Jill would likely approve of that move, the black lace brassiere was Barbara's next best choice. She, therefore, walked over to where Jill had put all of the black lace after having discovered it on the bed.
Barbara picked up the black lace brassiere and turned away from Bobby, which she must have known was going to bring the objection that it did.
"Hey, come on, now, mother," Bobby said, "I want to see what's going on, And, while I'll be the first to admit that you have one hell of a classy back, it's those luscious breasts of yours I want to see now, getting fit into the large cups of that black lace brassiere."
Barbara was going to resist turning around, but she didn't resist for several reasons. One, her resistance would have been merely countered by Bobby walking over to turn her around. Two, it wasn't as if he were seeing her naked breasts for the first time. Hell, they were still sticky with his cum. Three, and the one she immediately began consciously denying the moment she thought of it, there was a certain something inside of her that thrilled her when Bobby and Jill looked with such lust upon her naked breasts.
Barbara turned as instructed. Her breasts were capped by nipples which had gone taut, their centers converted into jutting citadels on her creamy white orbs.
She hurriedly worked her breasts into the black lace cups and hooked the front fastener of the brassiere. Thank God that was done! Although, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she could see how the black lace brassiere did very little to conceal anything. In fact, the varying shades of black only seemed to emphasize those hard nipples which were readily visible through the transparent material.
"Now for the panties and garter belt," Bobby said. He wasn't touching his cock, but his prick stayed hard nevertheless. His blood-glutted meatiness was standing tall. His scrotum, having contracted during Bobby's growing pleasure, had gathered into a massive ball at the base of the young man's erection.
Barbara would have slipped the panties on beneath her skirt, but Bobby wasn't about to let her get away with that.
"Drop the skirt, mom," Bobby said. "If I wanted to see those big breasts of yours, you must surely know that I'm even more anxious to see the fleecy curls veeing your cuntal mound. And, I'm not going to get my best look with your skirt dropped down like a curtain, am I?"
"Please, Bobby," Barbara begged. Meaning, "Please don't make me do this." However, Bobby chose to play games and take her pleading another way.
"Very well, then, if you insist," he said. "Please drop your skirt."
Knowing the situation was hopeless, she dropped her skirt, blushing red in the knowledge that, as she hurriedly stepped into the lace under panties, Bobby and Jill were both focused in on the hair-fringed slash of her cunt.
The panties, like the brassiere, did very little by way of offering cover. Barbara's fleecy cunt curls were a visible triangle at the crotch of the underwear.
"Nice," Bobby said, his cock leaking a mighty gushing of preseminal juice that leaked over the rubbery top of his cock to begin a slow drool down the shaft of his blood-engorged stiffness. "Mom, you are really one sexy lady, you know?"
Barbara was mortified. She once again had caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and the reflection was lewdly sexual. There was just something about the way her creamy white skin contrasted with the black lace that made Barbara feel all funny inside.
"Now, the garter belt and the black net stockings," Jill said. Her hand was still at her cunt, her fingers soaked with her lubricating juices. "I've never been able to figure out why we women ever decided pantyhose were so much better than stockings and garter belts anyway. Even I find the idea of you in a garter belt sexy."
Barbara figured she had reached the point of no return. Protesting against garter belt and stockings would have been a bit ludicrous, considering she had come this far. She fastened the garter belt around her waist and sat on the edge of the bed not far from Georgette.
"I'm truly sorry, Mrs. Wiler," Georgette said, simultaneously shocked and excited by what was being forced upon Barbara by Bobby and Jill. "Really I am."
"Now, why in the hell should you be sorry about anything, Georgette?" Bobby asked. "Huh? I mean, because of you, mom is having the time of her life, aren't you, mom?"
Barbara didn't answer, placing her right foot into the toe of one black stocking and rolling the net slowly up her soft, shapely leg. She didn't look at either Jill or Bobby as she did so, but she knew they were both watching her. She could intuitively sense the lust being registered in their eyes.
She secured the top of her stocking with the garter belt fasteners and proceeded to roll the second stocking up along the supple smoothness of her other leg. She fastened that stocking into place.
"Mom, you now look sexy enough to give a eunuch a hard-on!" Bobby said, feeling more juices leaking from his blood-stiffened prick. "I really do mean it, too. You ... look ... very ... seeeeexxeeeiiii!"
Barbara was more disturbed than happy by that compliment. She had actually hoped that she would end up looking so ridiculous in the costume that the sexual tension in the room would have been immediately dissolved in the gale of resulting laughter. There was, however, a certain something about the black lace wrapping her legs, cunt, ass, and breasts, which only made the sexual tension in the room even tauter. But, then, Barbara should have expected as much. Why would a specialty store have a whole section devoted to black lace underwear if it was a combination that turned people off?
"The shoes, too, mom," Bobby said. "Don't forget to put on the shoes. Then, stand up and let's take a good look at the final product."
Barbara put on one shoe and then the other. She stood, wobbling slightly. The heels were so narrow, she felt as if she were balanced on glass stems. She remembered the years when these kind of shoes were in style for street ware, and she wondered how she had ever managed them then. She certainly found them too precarious now to chance making any attempts to run in them. She told herself that, if she contemplated another race to safety, she would have to play Cinderella and leave her shoes behind her.
"Go on, mom, and give a quick turn, Jill said, finding all the black lace and silky white skin as exciting a turn-on as her brother did.
Barbara turned slowly. She would have turned faster, to get the embarrassment over sooner, but she still didn't feel any too secure in the heels she was wearing.
"God, mom, you do make my cock hard as steel and all hot to fuck that obviously tight little pussy of yours."
"Pleeeeease ... " Barbara said, then stopped. What was the point of continued begging? For all she knew, all of her begging, thus far, had only made Bobby and Jill even hotter.
"Please, mom, can I fuck my thick meatiness up your tight little pussy?" Bobby asked, coming to his feet.
"Nooooo!" Barbara squealed and tried to get away. Her impulse to flee was so spontaneous, however, she forgot entirely about the shoes. She took three steps and fell, literally dropping into Bobby's arms.
He held her tightly, grinding his hard cock into her belly.
"Just feel how hard my cock is," Bobby told her, his preseminal leakings soaking into the material of her black lace panties and making the black even blacker.
"Let me go!" Barbara, screamed.
Bobby let her go, all right. He accompanied by giving her a shove that flung her on her back on the bed next to Georgette. He moved in quickly, grabbing her legs and walking in between them. Barbara tried to kick, but Bobby was worked securely in between her thighs, his hands gripping tightly into her milky white skin to keep her under control.
Barbara tried to come to a sitting position, but Jill hadn't just been standing idly by. As soon as Bobby had tossed Barbara on the bed, moving in to take hold of his mother's legs, Jill had sped to the other side of the bed. Then, when Barbara was trying to get up, Jill was right there to grab her mother's arms and pull the woman right back down.
"Let me go!" Barbara screamed, an upward arching of her body putting her cunt in contact with Bobby's hard cock. "Jesus ... Jesus ... let me go!"
There was, however, no way Bobby was about to let go. The sight of his mother in black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black garter belt, black net stockings, black high heels, had gotten him hornier than hell. If he had already blasted between his mother's breasts and up her mouth, he was still more than ready to incestuously fuck his cock up her pulsating pussy.
He fell forward over her body, his cock mashing her crotch, his muscled belly mashing her softness, his chest mashing her breasts beneath the pressure. He ran his hands up her body, taking control of Barbara's arms from Jill.
"I think we should tie her to the bed here beside Georgette," Bobby said, his strong and virile body keeping his mother's voluptuous and creamy flesh anchored securely beneath him. His thick cock was sliding sensuously against the black lace shielding Barbara's hair-fringed cunt.
Jill went to the closet to find enough belts and scarves to do the job. She then tied her mother to the bed while Bobby kept Barbara in position.
"Why are you doing this?" Georgette asked, having a close-up view of what was happening. At the same time, she could wonder why the sight of it made her cunt juices leak even more profusely.
"I like to fuck sexy ladies," Bobby said. "And, you surely can't deny my mother is one of those, now, can you?" His head was turned in Georgette's direction. He smiled at her.
"That should do the trick," Jill said, stepping away.
"Well, we'll just check it out, then," Bobby said, pushing free of his mother.
Barbara tried to rear up after him, but Jill had done a good job. Barbara, at that moment was as securely affixed to the bed as her cunt was surely on lewd display beneath the veil of her black lace panties crotch.
"Fantastic job, sis!" Bobby congratulated, simultaneously getting more excited as Barbara bounced and ground in her attempts to get free. "Would you check to see if mom happens to be wearing lace panties with the convenient flap for fucking? It looks from here as if we just might have to make a few alterations in those lacy panties before I can ever hope to get my blood-bloated cock mined all of the way to my cum-bloated balls up her hugging pussy."
"Don't touch me!" Barbara squealed, continuing her obviously hopeless efforts to break free. "Don't ... you ... dare ... touch ... me!"
Jill, though, wasn't about to be put off by threats she knew her mother wasn't then capable of enforcing. She dropped her right hand to her mother's pussy mound and began a leisure exploration that left her to the same conclusion Bobby had made. That being that the lace panties weren't a pair that had been designed for easy fucking.
"I'll take a closer look, though," Jill said, dropping to her knees and immediately pushing her face in between her mother's legs. She glued her mouth to the Icy shield and voraciously sucked at the hair-fringed cleft beneath the material.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, help me!" Barbara screamed in order to cover up the fact that her hips had reflexively bucked upward to grind her cunt against her daughter's sucking mouth.
Jill continued to munch as if she were feasting on naked pussy without the disadvantage of the lacy barrier between her hungry mouth and Barbara's deliciously pouted pussy. She soaked the material with spit that plastered the lace to the lips of Barbara's sizzling cleft.
For more than the first time that day, Barbara was saved from an orgasm by her daughter pulling away just about the time Barbara thought there was no longer any hope of holding off her climax.
"Looks like you'll have to push the panties crotch to one side when you go plowing inside," Jill said, coming to her feet. "Either that, or pull her panties down around her cunt and ass."
"She looks too good in them to pull them down," Bobby said. His nuts were held to the base of his blood-engorged cock by a mass of contracted scrotal flesh. "I have a better idea. Wait here a minute."
He left the room, his thick meatiness weaving in front of him like an incestuously sexy metronome.
"You're going to be in for one hell of a treat, mom," Jill said, squeezing between Barbara and Georgette to sit on the edge of the bed. "Georgette here and I can both tell you how good it feels to have your son's big cock fucking away inside of us, can't we, Georgette?"
Georgette didn't say a thing, thrilling with the feel of Jill's hand petting up and down along one of her thighs.
"That didn't take too long, did it?" Bobby said, reappearing in the bedroom with a bulged towel.
"What in the fuck are you up to?" Jill asked curiously. She wasn't the only one who wanted to know. Georgette and Barbara were, also, curious.
"Well," Bobby said, putting the towel on a vacant section of the bed and sitting! He unfolded the towel to reveal the contents he had carried into the room within it. "I said to myself, 'Bobby, if you want to fuck your mom's cunt but don't have a hole in the panties crotch, then you'll just have to make one.' Then while trying to decide how to make that hole, I began going over a list of what I might use. A knife, a pair of scissors ... "
"A straight razor," Jill said, having guessed by what she saw unveiled upon the towel.
"Yea, a straight razor," Bobby said. "So, I went down the hall- to the spare bedroom where the bathroom supplies were always kept for visitors, and I picked up this razor, along with ... "
"Shaving mug and brush," Jill finished for him.
"Well, seeing them just got me to thinking what other uses a razor could be put to besides cutting the crotch of black lace panties."
"Shaving cunt, you mean?" Jill asked. She knew where her brother's head was. He had asked her once, and she had let him crop the hair off her pussy.
"There is nothing quite like the sensation of shoving meaty erection into the sizzling throat of a hairless cunt," Bobby said. "Nothing!"
"You're mad!" Barbara said, finally having found her voice. She had momentarily lost her ability to speak when she had seen the razor. "What if you cut me?"
"You'll just have to be a good girl so that I won't cut you, won't you, mother?" Bobby said. "That means, no writhing around on the bed. Certainly no bucking while I'm at work, or you're liable to find yourself fucking a straight razor instead of my blue-veined stiffness. And, I can guarantee that there would be a mighty big difference in the pleasure."
"You're not serious about ... shaving ... my pussy," Barbara said, finding the idea so obscenely lewd she had hardly been able to put it into words.
"Sure am," Bobby said. He picked up the shaving mug and brush and handed them to his sister. "Take these into the bathroom, will you, sis? Add a little water and beat me up some nice lather."
"Sure," Jill said, taking mug and brush. A few minutes later, Barbara heard the water running in the bathroom sink.
"This is sadistic!" Barbara accused, shivering at the thoughts of what a slip of Bobby's hand might to do her cunt.
"You're not to worry, mom," Bobby assured. He flashed her a wide smile that deeply dimpled his right cheek. "It isn't as if your hairy cunt was the first one I've shaved in my lifetime. I've shaved plenty of them, and there haven't been any accidents yet. Of course, there always is the first time, isn't there? So, you just play it cool and don't go making any sudden moves, will you?"
"Don't!" Barbara pleaded, watching Bobby open the straight razor and test its sharpness on the flat of his thumb. "Please, don't!"
"Just don't worry your pretty little head," Bobby assured. "I've been told that, for a woman, there is nothing quite like the sensuousness of getting her pubic vee shaved completely naked of its fleecy beard."
"Okay, Barber Bobby," Jill said, returning from the bathroom. "Soap and brush are ready and rearing to go."
"Good," Bobby said. He got up from the bed, walked to a position between Barbara's legs, her legs being dropped over the side of the bed like Georgette's. "If you'll just hold that mug and brush a few seconds more, I'll just see what I can do about performing my first little operation to bring mom's cunt hair to where the razor can get at it." He knelt down.
"Nooooooo!" Barbara moaned. But, she heeded Bobby's warning not to make any sudden moves.
"Hey, Jill, why don't you prop mom's head up with a pillow so she can see what's happening here? A woman should always get a chance to see the first shaving of her hair-fringed cleft."
Holding the mug and brush in one hand, Jill used her right hand to push a pillow underneath Barbara's head. Barbara, though, wasn't all that sure she wanted to see what was happening. There was no denying the fact that she was frightened by the idea of Bobby taking a sharp razor to the hair on her cunt. On the other hand, she was experiencing certain other sensations at that time which, if she didn't know better, could have been almost defined as ... pleasurable.
BUT, PLEASURE WAS IMPOSSIBLE, WASN'T IT? THIS ACT WAS NOT ONLY INCESTUOUS, IT WAS LEWD, DEGENERATE AND OBSCENE!
"Ready?" Bobby asked. He had the razor open in his right hand. With his left hand, he pinched his fingers on his mother's cunt, tenting the black lace of the panties crotch. He drew the sharp edge of the razor from the top of Barbara's pubic vee to the bottom, slicing quickly through the material. When he was finished, the fingertips of his left hand held an oval of lace, and the matching oval in the panties crotch had laid bare the hairy vee of his mother's pubic mound.
"Ah, yes!" Bobby said, having achieved success on the very first try. Remaining on his knees, he exchanged the razor for the mug and brush being held for him by his sister. He gave the brush a few more beats in the mug, whipping up some more suds into the bristles already soapy with foam. When he was satisfied, he pulled the brush from the mug and dropped the soapy bristles to the fleecy curls of Barbara's cunt hair.
Barbara shut her eyes, but she couldn't keep them shut for long. The feel of those stiff bristles rubbing suds into her cunt hair was doing weird things to her, and Barbara wanted to see if she could determine just why she was getting thrillings of pleasure from something so obscenely wicked.
She really didn't get any answers. All she saw was her fleshy cunt lips disappearing beneath the foam like the mouth of a rabid dog. The fleecy curls on her pussy mound caught the soap and were buoyed up by it.
THIS SIMPLY COULDN'T BE HAPPENING!
It was happening all right! Barbara knew that as soon as Bobby congratulated himself on a job well done and called for the razor. He returned the mug and brush to his sister and took back the razor.
"Oh, sweet, Jesus ... don't!" Barbara said, her eyes growing wide as light flashed off the wicked looking blade. "Please, don't!"
"This is really no big deal, mom," Bobby assured. He had his left hand to the side of her soaped pussy fur, his fingers outlining the edges of her cunt. The razor, in his right hand, was poised straight across her belly, slanted downward into the soap-saturated hair. "I've been shaving since my bloated testicles dropped when I was thirteen."
Barbara wasn't consoled, her whole body experiencing an obscene shudder. Yet, when the blade began to move, expertly guided by Bobby's hand, Barbara couldn't pull her eyes away from it.
Bobby used the thumb and fingers of his left hand to stretch the flesh of the pubic vee for closer shaving. With careful, short strokes, he scraped away the soap, the sharp blade taking Barbara's fleecy curls right along with it. Each time he'd cleared a swath of soap and fur, he wiped off the residue on the towel he had brought with him from the other room.
"Ouch!" Barbara voiced once when one of her cunt hairs was pulled out rather than cut off.
"Sorry, mom," Bobby immediately apologized. "Normally I would have clipped down the growth with scissors before shaving it, then washed your fleecy cunt hair down real well with soap and water to really get the hair nice and water-soaked. However, I was admittedly just too hot and bothered to go through all of that process with you this time. However, I promise I'll be a bit more careful."
Quite frankly, Barbara would have preferred her son being a little less careful. Oh, not that she wanted him to slip and bloody her pussy, but a few more pulled hairs wouldn't have made her all that unhappy. The pain would have been a good reminder that there was an obscenity in progress. As it was, aside from the one bit of pain, there wasn't any other. In fact, there was only a lewdly pleasurable sensation that resulted from the slow drag of the razor down within the suds veneering her pubic vee. Like all of the other pleasurable experiences Barbara had undergone since this horror had begun, this newest pleasure was something she had difficulty accepting in its present incestuous context.
"Looking good," Jill said, watching as the tip of the blade commenced its gentle cutting strokes to topple the hair clinging to the very edges of the cleft itself. "Looking ... real good."
Georgette was watching, too. While she was as indignant as Barbara was at the obscenity of Barbara's son shaving his mother's fleecy cunt curls, she simultaneously couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have that razor down between her legs, cutting off red cunt hair instead of black.
"There!" Bobby said in triumph, his job completed, except for using the towel to wipe away the excess soap that still stuck to Barbara's now completely naked pussy. She wiped the remains away. "Doesn't that look like a hairless cunt just made for sucking and fucking."
Holding the razor out of the way, he pushed his face in between Barbara's lewdly splayed thighs and licked. His lips covered the hairless slit of his mother's vagina, tasting the flood of natural soap-flavored cunt juices which he vacuumed up to cover his taste buds. He sucked again, then again, causing a slow burning to take root deep inside her pussy. Finally, though, he pulled away.
He handed the razor to Jill who took it and went to the bathroom to deposit razor, mug and brush on the sink.
Bobby dropped back on his ass, assuming a sitting position on the floor. He tugged off his shoes and socks. He took off his shirt and peeled off his undershirt, revealing the exquisite muscle of his hairy chest.
"I want to feel all of that lace against my naked flesh," he said, coming to his feet and dropping his pants. He stepped out of his fallen trousers and kicked them off to one side. "Oh, mother, but you do look sexy as all hell in all of that black lace. Especially with that newly shaved pussy."
Barbara's eyes were focused on her son's blood-engorged cock which disappeared back into the crotch of his underpants as Bobby dropped his shorts. The shorts dropped, the cock was back in full view again. The sight of its powerful hugeness made Barbara shudder.
WAS HE ACTUALLY PLANNING TO FUCK HER CUNT WITH THAT THICK MEATINESS? As much as she insisted to herself that he really wouldn't go so far as to screw his cock deep inside her, she was beginning to suspect that, yes, he could do such a wicked thing. He had fucked his sister's cunt and ass, hadn't he? He had fucked his mother's breasts and her mouth, hadn't he? There was nothing in his past actions, then, which was reassuring now, nothing which even hinted that he would now have the common decency to control his depraved and perverted lusts. And, his sister-perverted slut that she was-certainly would be no help in stopping him if he did decide to go on with this degenerate obscenity.
"Fuck your mother, stud!" Jill was saying, back from the bathroom and standing behind her brother with her right hand almost entirely lost up her cunt. Pussy juices were drooling down the knuckles of her submerged hand. "Show her what it's like to ride a real man's cock after years of riding on her husband's uninspiring prick."
Bobby, having successfully removed his clothing, was now naked as the day he was born. Except that, when he had been born he hadn't had that giant, blood-glutted cock he now had reared up between his hairy thighs. Barbara shivered at the way it gushed pre-seminal juices like a phallic artesian well. A fearful, animalistic mewl escaped from her lips without her being able to stop it.
YES, HE WAS GOING TO FUCK HER! Barbara now knew that with a certainty. She saw it written on his dilated pupils. She saw it relayed to her via very tauting ripple of the muscles in her son's sturdily young body.
"Don't do this, Bobby!" she said, while knowing that any arguments to dissuade him would be to no avail. "For God's sake, I'm your mother."
"Yea," Bobby said. "My mother. My sexy ... sexy ... mother ... with her luscious ... luscious ... hairless cunt ... and her black lace brassiere, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, black net stockings, and spiked high heels."
His right hand had fisted his cock and was milking his thick meatiness for its pre-cum oils. His fingers were gooey with natural lubricant. His blood-engorged member was sopped with liquid soon to be joined with those liquids even then sloshing inside of Barbara's shaved pussy.
He came forward, falling atop his mother and pressing her back into the bed. His muscled chest ground against her black lace brassiere. The length of his hard cock was locked into the crease of her fleshy cunt lips like a giant log in a flume.
"Please, no ... please, no," Barbara begged. She knew it wouldn't do any good to beg, but she had to try it anyway. "Please, no!"
But, Bobby already had both of his hands down beneath his belly. His hips pulling up, one hand took his big cock and aimed it toward the portals of Barbara's shaved pussy. His other hand opened the thick, hairless lips of his mother's cunt.
Barbara felt his spongy cockhead make contact and actually begin to slip inside of her on the slideway offered by her cunt juices and by his preseminal juices, In one final effort to stop him, she twisted her body beneath him, achieving momentary success when his prick failed in its penetration and slid off the bottom of her cunt crack to stab the dark strip of skin connecting her pussy to her asshole.
"Damn it!" Bobby voiced in utter frustration. He hunched his hips upward again, again moving his cock into place, this time prepared for any funny business. When Barbara tried to put him off alignment a second time, Bobby was ready for her. Her twisting body merely succeeded in screwing her son's blood-engorged cock right into her.
"JEEEZZZZUS NOOOOOO!" Barbara bleated, not realizing until now just how much was expected of her cunt to take all of the blood-engorged hardness her son had to offer. She had never had anything as big as his cock inside of her before, and her shaved cunt was protesting the extra stretching being required of it.
"That's it, mom, just grind away," Bobby told her triumphantly, evidently mistaking her discomfort for pure, unadulterated pleasure. "God damn, but you're good and hot and slick."
"Don't she whispered, her voice somehow failing her in the pleasure pain that was accompanying a further humping of her son's cock inside of her.
"You're getting real man cock, mother," Bobby said, screwing his meaty thickness deeper still. He moved his powerful loins, rubbing his cock around and around inside of her cuntal sheath.
Without sinking in all of the way to his cum-ballooned balls, he raised his strong buttocks until his cockhead was poised just within his mother's vaginal ring. Once there, he dropped his hips forcefully, pushing in ... all of the way.
"Ugh!" Barbara grunted, mashed up against her son's belly, feeling his black pubic hair scratching her hairless pubic vee.
"I'm in, mother," Bobby said. "Feel me? Feel me shoved all of the way into your womb?" All the while, he was picturing in his mind the way his mother's cunt was stretched open around the knotted roots of his cock. When he pulled his cock outward, he could feel those thick and fleshy cunt lips folding outward along the length of exciting prick.
He banged into her again, raising purposely high on her body so that the back of his cock could drag against her distended clitoris.
"Oh ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhh," Barbara moaned. Her legs automatically tried to jet upward to vise her son's fucking lower body. However, the bindings that held her legs anchored over the side of the bed, prevented her from doing so.
He rotated his hips, stirring his hard cock in the wet, clutching sheath of her vagina. Around and around his cock twisted, corkscrewing against the curve of her cuntal tube, rubbing and poking her cervix.
Barbara opened her mouth to protest once again. Although, she had long ago realized that any protest on her part was useless. Still, she continued to feel that she had to keep on trying to make him stop, if merely because she had to get her mind off the perverted pleasures that were quickly taking hold of her. Her attempts at new groans, however, were thwarted when Bobby's mouth came down to lock on hers. When she moaned, her sounds were immediately swallowed by his mouth and throat. She tasted the minty flavor of his spit, felt the sensuous slide of his tongue against her teeth and gums.
Without her having any conscious control, her lower body gave a responsive roll that torqued her cunt more firmly around her son's plumbing cock.
"Oh, mom, mom, mom!" Bobby moaned, breaking the kiss and running his wet lips down the smooth curve of his mother's straining throat. He stopped his mouth at that spot where Barbara's neck met her shoulder.
Bobby was heading for orgasm faster than he wanted to. Hell, it was almost as if he were a goddamned novice, ready to cum as soon as he stuck his cock up cunt. What in the fuck was the matter with him? How could he show his mother a good time by filling her guts before she was ready to blast off with him?
He told himself just to calm down, but that was easier said than done. Pleasure was seering a red-hot itch from his cum-bulged balls to his spongy cockhead. The clutching grind of Barbara's cunt around his pumping thick meatiness was quickly calling every nerve in his prick to release the cum in his balls and send it shooting to soak Barbara's membrane flesh.
Barbara felt the tremendous genital heat flaming out of control inside of her as she was raped by her son's lascivious prick. Her body shook. Her cunt muscles tauted, relaxed, gripped, gummed, chewed, milked the pounding cock for the expected deluge of cum that would soon be splattering ravaged pussy to soothe friction-heated tissue in sticky balm.
Bobby, though, remained determined that he wasn't going to let go until his mother shot off. He couldn't believe that she wasn't about ready. Hell, how could she possibly hold out when he was having so much trouble doing so?
In truth, Barbara was having one hell of a hard time holding off, too. It was only her fear that her orgasm would somehow put her stamp of approval on this incestuous abomination which let her keep from climaxing as long as she did. Her battle, though, like the one of her son, as becoming more and more hard to win. It was only a matter of which of the two would last the longer.
Bobby moved to faster and heartier fuck strokes. The force of his strong sexual thrusts ferociously hammered his blood-engorged cock into his mother's pulsing pussy. His virile pumping jammed his thickly swollen member time and time again into Barbara's sweaty body.
Barbara helplessly squirmed, perspiration dripping down her face, down between her breasts, down along her tensing thighs. Clear, lubricating cunt juice was sucked from her widespread cunt lips by the vacuum formed by the movement of her son's fucking cock inside of her.
The jiggling of his mother's trembling breasts, cupped as they were within their black lace brassiere, excited Bobby. So, for that matter, did the way the fasteners of his mother's garter belt chafed against the outsides of his thighs as he pressed in even tighter between Barbara's lewdly splayed legs.
His rocking hips moved his cock inside as his thrusting took on an impatience spawned by accelerating ecstasy. His whole body was beaded with sweat oozed from his pores as a direct result of his increasing lust. He fucked Barbara's cunt fluids into a frothy lather. Slurpy, sexual noises sounded from the reaction of his cock pumping inside her juicy cunt.
"Come on, mom!" Bobby said. He was the one begging this time. "Shoot off with me. Shoot off ... Jesus ... Jesus ... shoot ... oh, my God ... my God ... I'm going to blast ... my cum ... my cum ... my hot cum ... mother ... take my ... take my ... JESUS, GOD, TAKE YOU SON'S CUM UP YOUR GODDAMNED COCK-HUNGRY PUSSY ... PUSSY ... HAIRLESS, GODDAMNED, PUSSY ... PUSSY ... CUNT!"
His exploding cock pumped his hot and heavy cum, spurting it and spurting it until his sexual juices had filled his mother's hairless pussy with the seething boil of his creamy magma.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Jill moaned throatily. Having watched it all, all the while having fucked her cunt with her hand, she was orgasming on her fingers as Bobby was orgasming up their mother's cunt.
Brother and sister spasmed their last, Bobby finally pulling his sexual sword from his mother's cum-filled cuntal sheath.
"Damn it!" he swore, his cock having exited with a lurid plop.
"You surely can't be complaining," Jill said, pulling her hand from her vagina and wiping her fingers on her thighs. "No t the way you were pumping your load inside her. You should have seen how deeply your ass-cheeks dimpled while you were letting go."
"Goddamn it, sis, she didn't pop with me!" Bobby complained in obvious disappointment and frustration. "Our goddamned bitch-mother didn't let go."
Barbara was lying on the bed, her eyes clenched tightly shut. In truth, she didn't know just why she hadn't climaxed. There, at the end, her son's cum gushing up her cunt, she had actually wanted to cum. SHE ... HAD ... ACTUALLY ... WANTED ... TO SPASM AROUND HIS PUMPING PRICK. Thank God, though, she hadn't.
"You are either losing your touch, brother, which I doubt," Jill said. "Or ... "
"Or, what?" Bobby pressed, playing with his cock to keep the starch in it. Although he had shot his nuts several times already, he could manage again. Definitely again, may be even again and again.
"Or, maybe, you just haven't got around yet to fucking the right hole. In which case, I'd say you had narrowed it down pretty much, wouldn't you? I mean, you've fucked her mouth and her cunt. What other hole is there left?"
"Her asshole!"
"Want to fuck mom's asshole while I eat out your rectum and hanging testicles from the rear?" Jill asked.
Barbara told herself she wasn't hearing what she was hearing.
Chapter Nine
They untied her, but not to let her go. Oh, no, not to let her go. Only to tie her up again, only in a more lewd and degerate position. Because, they, tied her to Georgette. They forced her face-down on Georgette's naked body so that Barbara's breasts mashed Georgette's breasts, so that Barbara's cunt was atop Georgette's pussy.
Upon realizing what they had planned for her, she had once again tried to resist. But, once again, she had been overpowered. And, in the end, she could have probably saved her breath and energy.
The tied her legs to Georgette's legs. They tied her wrists to Georgette's wrists. Although by hunching up her ass, Barbara could actually lift her naked cunt from Georgette's hair-fringed cleft, she couldn't keep it elevated indefinitely. And, each time she dropped her cunt back to Georgette's pussy, feeling the scratch of her maid's fleecy red cunt hair against her own newly shaved pubic vee, the resulting sensations were even more disturbing than if she had stayed put in the first place. Not that having her cunt resting continually on Georgette's pussy didn't have its own disturbing sensations, because it did. And, there-was something shameful about the fact that her hard nipples were stabbing right into Georgette's erect nipples through the black lace brassiere cupping Barbara's alabaster orbs.
"Well, here's the razor back again, brother," Jill said, having brought it from the bathroom. "You might have a little trouble fucking mom's asshole through her black lace panties."
"Don't do this," Barbara whispered. "Don't add sodomistic rape to your other shamefully incestuous depravities."
However, even as Barbara was trying to reason with her pervert son, he was already cutting the ass of her black lace panties. As soon as he had managed a four-inch slit in the material, he returned the razor to Jill who returned it to the bathroom while Bobby hooked both of his hands into the breach he'd made in the material. He tore the lace downward along Barbara's asscrack, following the trail of skin that connected her asshole to her cunt. The rip joined with the oval the razor had previously cut to open Barbara's pussy for fucking. Barbara's pussy was readily viewable from behind, since it was stripped of its lacy covering. Her anal pucker was brought into view as soon as Bobby placed his hands on Barbara's asscheeks and pushed them open along their shared crack.
"We've got mother in a dog-style position, just ready for taking your blood-engorged cock from the rear," Jill said, emerging from the bathroom. "And, by the looks of your thick meatiness, it's more than ready to go fucking up mom's rubbery rectum. Yes?"
"Yes," Bobby had to agree. He was more than ready. And, although he knew, down deep, that his mother was enjoying all of this as much as he and Jill were, he wouldn't be totally convinced of that until he got her mother to surrender herself to the pleasure of orgasm. If he couldn't fuck her to a climax by sodomizing her forbidden orifice, then she still might remain convinced that she hadn't been having a good time at all. That would have bode ill will for Bobby and Jill's plans for their mother to willingly join their camp.
Bobby pinpointed his mother's anal opening with one finger. Pulling down his cock with his right hand, he put its spongy head on target. He knew when he hit the vulnerable pucker, first, by the noise Barbara made (a low, guttural grunt), two, by the way the rubbery entrance to the forbidden orifice concaved beneath the pressure.
"You mustn't ... you mustn't!" Barbara moaned. A sudden jerk of her ass did succeed in setting her son's blood-engorged member off target. Her success, however, was counteracted by the exquisitely sensuous pleasure had from the resulting grind of her cunt against Georgette's red-furred sexual mound.
"Aaaaaahhhhuunnngghh!" Georgette groaned, she, too, experiencing the pleasure to be had from bumping cunts with her mistress.
"You might as well be resolved to the idea that your son is going to get you blasting off over his thick meatiness," Bobby told his mother, pulling his cock back into position at her pucker. "Besides, with all the wiggling you'd have to do to keep me from it, you would be doing very little more than getting yourself off by grinding pussies with Georgette here."
He gave a forward thrust that successfully buried his spongy cockhead inside the rubbery ring of his mother's asshole.
"God, noooooo!" Barbara squealed. She knew what was coming, but again she tried to delay it, hoping against hope for some kind of miracle. Though the sudden torquing of her cheeky buttocks caused her son's cock once again to slip free, she knew, as well as Bobby did, that it was only a matter of time before his thick meatiness would be jabbed so deep inside of her that Bobby's bloated testicles would be mashed within her asscrack.
"I can keep this up all night, mom," Bobby informed. To prove it, he not only managed to quickly get his cock back in place but actually managed to stick more of it up Barbara's rubbery rectum than had been plugged up there before.
"Jesus ... Jesus ... Jeeeeeesus!" Barbara grunted at the physical and mental punishment inherent in knowing a part of her soil's thick meatiness was already up her forbidden orifice and that more of it would soon be following.
And, when it followed, Jesus did it follow! Bobby buried the rest of his cock in one seemingly brutal stroke. His belly whacked into the black lace material still clinging to his mother's asscheeks.
"Aaaagggggghhurunnngg!" Barbara whimpered. If Bobby's cock had been any bigger, she was sure it would have ripped her ass. In the same instance, she wished there was a bit more pain. Oh, there was pain, but that pain was accompanied by something else which Barbara found even more disturbing.
PLEASURE? God, surely not pleasure!
Bobby clamped his hands on his mother's hipbones. Quite out of control now, he ground his crotch into his mother's cheeky buttocks. His cock churned up the rubbery orifice that held it.
"It does feel good, doesn't it, mother?" Bobby asked, his voice low and breathless. "Break down and tell me and yourself just how good it does feel. Come on, mom, tell me!"
"No ... no!" Barbara protested, feeling the pleasurable effect of her son delivering a quick series of in-and-out fuck strokes, each of which banged his muscled belly into her ass.
Jill opened her brother's legs from behind and knelt down between them as Bobby's asscheeks were deeply dimpling with another complete insertion of his blue-veined stiffness up Barbara's delicious anal gumming. Jill opened her brother's asscheeks with her hands, watching the way his hair-fringed pucker tensed and then relaxed as he pushed and pulled his cock up Barbara's rectum. Jill had a sexy view of the back of Bobby's scrotum. Bobby's balls were already pulled to the base of his thick prick. Jill pushed her nose into Bobby's asscrack, smelling his manly aromas as her mouth locked on her brother's pucker, her tongue flicking out to fuck it.
"Lick my asshole, sister!" Bobby bellowed. Getting his ass fucked by tongue only egged him on to sodomistically fuck his mother's asshole faster ... faster ... faster.
Bobby continued to be surprised by how fast he was being converted into a mere fuck machine. His mind said screw, and he screwed. He was simultaneously worried, because he suspected this might be the last chance he would have to bring his mother around. Hell, if she wouldn't climax with all of this effort, what more could he possibly do?
GODDAMN, BUT HE HAD TO MAKE HER POP! HE KNEW DAMNED GOOD AND WELL THAT SHE HAD TO BE ON THE VERGE OF ERUPTION. HELL, HE COULD SENSE HER PLEASURE AS IT SEEPED THROUGH HER BODY, THROUGH HER BLACK LACE UNDERWEAR, AND INTO HIS HUMPING FORM.
"Come on, mom, relax," Bobby said, punctuating with a grunt as his cock slid into his cum-bulged balls. "Do yourself a favor. Do us both a big favor for God's sake!"
"Ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh!" Barbara moaned, refusing to admit anything, even though all of the pain was now gone, supplanted by that certain something that seemed very much like pleasure-even though she refused to admit anything, even though all of the pain was now gone, supplanted by that certain something that seemed very much like pleasure-even though she refused to believe that it was pleasure.
"Come on, mom ... come on ... come on!" Bobby chanted, his humping moving into even higher gear.
Jill, her face still anchored over her brother's asshole, her tongue still fucking his anus, reached between Bobby's legs, beneath his bloated balls, and- quite without warning-found her mother's shaved pussy portals and jammed two fingers inside. She twisted those fingers, fucking them up the clutching cunt as surely as her tongue was fucking her brother's ass, as surely as Bobby's vein-striated cock was screwing his mother's rubbery rectum.
"Eeeeeeiiii ... eeeiiii!" Barbara squealed at this dual incestuous assault on her body. At the same time, the rubbing of her hairless pubic mound against the red hair veeing Georgette's cunt was only adding to her increasing pleasure.
Barbara and Bobby weren't the only ones riding high on the rolling waves of ecstasy. Georgette was flying higher than the both of them.
"I'm cummmmmming ... cummmmming ... cum-mmmmmming!" Georgette announced in a scream. She twisted on the bed, her heaves of ecstasy bouncing Barbara as well as Bobby who was riding his mother's cheeky buttocks towards his own eruption.
"Nooooo!" Barbara groaned, feeling herself once more fucked to the verge of an orgasm, fearing that she was actually going to tumble over the brink this time, her fears only increasing when another gouge of her daughter's fingers up her cunt masturbated Barbara's tender clitoris. "Jesus ... God ... oh, no ... no ... please, no ... God, no ... Jesus, no."
"Yes, mother, yes!" Bobby contradicted. "Come on, damn it, come on. Because, you know you want to do it, don't you? Hell, yes, you ... ohhhhhhhh, Jesus, I ... I ... oh, fuck, mother, come on and let go ... let go ... JESUS CHRIST, LET GO!"
Damn, he did want her to orgasm, if just because he was so close. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was beyond the point where he was even consciously controlling his fucking cadence. He was being controlled by primitive nerve centers over which he was mentally at a loss to direct. His cock up his mother's rubbery anus, his sister's slithering tongue up his own ass, was all just too pleasurable to be endured for very much longer.
"Tell me you love my veined thickness pumping ... pumping ... pumping ... up your clutching ... Jesus, clutching ... rubbery ... oh, goddamned, rubbery ... shit, oh, Jesus shit ... I'm going to ... oh, damn it, dam it ... I'm going to cum ... oh, shit, tell me, you mother bitch ... tell me ... please tell me ... that you're fucking turned on by my big cock ... big cock ... love my blood-engorged erection!"
"YES!" Barbara bellowed, unable to deny her pleasure, any longer. Hell, how could she deny it any longer, since she was enjoying it? She did love it! She had wanted it all along! She did want more of it!
"FUCK ME!" Barbara said with a low and sensuous gurgle. "FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... JESUS, FUCK ME!"
Bobby fucked her all right, thinking any moment that he was going to spill his load up his mother's clutching asshole. And, it was okay to cum now, wasn't it? His mother had come over to their way of thinking, hadn't she? Oh, it might take a little more fucking and sucking to convince her completely, but by morning they would have her where they wanted her, that being back in the family circle.
"Aaaaaggghhreeeee!" Georgette moaned again, her own guts once again going into convulsion beneath the steady grind of Barbara's shaved pussy.
"I'm cummmmming, mother!" Bobby bellowed, his guts erupting so close on the trail of Georgette's climax that the two's groans sounded as one.
His hot jets of sperm flooded up his mother's rubbery anus, acting as the trigger that finally managed to set Barbara off.
"I'm ... Jesus, I'm ... oh, I'm ... I'm ... oh, fuck ... fuck ... I'm going to orgasm ... orgasm ... " Barbara stuttered in wanton arousal. "Oh, God ... oh, God ... oh, God ... "
She writhed, moaned throatily in agonizing desire as her asshole spasmed around her son's exploding cock. Her sizzling cunt clutched Jill's fucking fingers.
And, Bobby, his cock blasting ... blasting ... blasting ... knew he and his sister had won. HELL, THEY HAD ALL THREE WON!!
