It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness -- a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
EVEN GRANDMAS GET IT! -- a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us -- and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Helen never consciously intended to fuck her son, Jason. She didn't set out deliberately to seduce him. As she told herself later, it just happened. The drinks they had after dinner released their inhibitions and nature simply took its horny course.
It was a warm Sunday evening and they were sitting together in the living room. Jason was leafing through a magazine and Helen was idly watching him, marveling at how handsome he looked in the glow of the lamplight.
Breaking the silence, she said, "Oh, Jason. I bought a sexy new outfit today."
"You did?" He looked up from the magazine.
"Yes for a party next month. Would you like me to model it for you?"
"Yeah, sure."
"All right, I will. I'd like to get your reaction." She finished her drink and stood up. "Okay. Just give me five minutes and then come up to my room. Oh, and fix us another round of drinks."
Burning with anticipation, Helen hurried upstairs to her bedroom and began getting undressed. She had caught the glint in Jason's eye and knew that he shared her sense of excitement.
Helen enjoyed playing a sort of game with her son, a time of erotic teasing. She liked to spice up breakfast, for instance, by leaning across the table to give him a glimpse down the front of her nightgown. Or she would wiggle her shapely ass at hip when she wore tight jeans or shorts. It was something she did almost unconsciously, and of them behaved as if neither was aware of what was really going on.
A knock sounded at her door, which she had left ajar. She finished tying her belt and said, "Come on in."
The door swung open and Jason stepped into the room, a fresh mixed drink in each had. He stopped short when he saw his mother.
"Well now," he said with a leer.
Helen was dressed in a floor-length dressing gown of black chiffon. It was belted tightly at the waist to accentuate the proud thrust of her tits. The plunging neckline, with accents of black frills, revealed the valley of deep cleavage between her bulging white tits. The overall effect was stunning -- and Helen knew it.
"Well? What do you think?" She spun around for him.
"Fantastic," Jason said. He held out her drink. "You look fantastic, Mom."
"Do you like the outfit?"
"Yeah, I really do."
Helen downed about half of her drink and set the glass on her vanity table. "Well, you better sit down, kiddo. You ain't seen nothin' yet."
Somewhat mystified, Jason sank down into a chair, his eyes never leaving his mother.
Helen slowly untied her belt and opened the front of the gown. She slipped it back off her shoulders, caught it as it fell behind her, and draped it across the foot of her bed. Then she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one side.
"There now," she said. "How's this?"
"Wow!" Jason gasped.
His mother was wearing a fancy, waisted black corset. Her arms and shoulders were bare, but her body was encased in shiny satin from the high white mounds of her tits down to the flaring curves of her hips. Black mesh stockings and high-heeled pumps completed the striking outfit.
Hands still on her hips, Helen pivoted from side to side, showing off her voluptuous figure, striking poses like a model. Then she turned her back on her son to give him the full rear view. She knew how sexy she looked from behind. The cheeks of her ass bulged provocatively from beneath the lacy corset.
"What do you think?" she asked, smiling at him over her shoulder. "Pretty racy, eh?"
"Incredible," Jason said, obviously unnerved. He suddenly looked down at the drink in his hand and blinked as if he had forgotten it was there. He took a big gulp.
"Not too racy, I hope." She turned around to face him.
"Not at all!" He took another big gulp of his drunk, finishing it, and set the empty glass on the poor beside him. "No, I'm a firm believer in the freedom of sexual expression."
"Yes, so I've heard," she said wryly.
Helen was aware that her son enjoyed quite a reputation as a high school stud. Jason had supposedly fucked half the girls in his graduating class.
"So you like the outfit, then?"
"I love the outfit, Mom!"
"Well, good. It can also be worn without the corset. Would you like to see?"
"God, yes!" Jason exclaimed. His speech was somewhat slurred now. "This is getting better and better! Take it off, Mom! Take it off!"
"All right, all right," Helen said, laughing. She put her hand behind her back. "You'll have to help me with this zipper. It's too hard for me to reach it."
Somewhat unsteadily, Jason stood up from the chair and came forward. Though normally tall and straight, he moved toward his mother in a sort of stoop, bent over like a cripple. Helen wondered what was wrong until she saw what the problem was -- the poor boy was trying to conceal an enormous bulge in the crotch of his pants. Jason had a hard-on.
Helen quickly turned her back and faced her vanity mirror. The fact that she had given her own son an erection filled her with a sense of desperate longing.
She could see his reflection in the mirror as he came and stood close behind her. His face was flushed, and she wondered what was going through his mind. His hands were shaking as he fumbled with the corset hook and then pulled down the zipper.
Helen took a step forward, and the corset peeled away. She pulled it completely off and tossed it onto the bed on top of the dressing gown.
Her big, billowing tits were still constrained by a lacy black bra, but they hung down more naturally now. Her smooth, muscular abdomen and belly were bare. A frilly black garter belt held her stockings in place, and a tiny triangle of lacy black panties hugged her cunt. "There now," she said. She struck another sexy pose, bending forward from the waist. "What do you think?"
Jason could hardly contain himself.
"God, you've got a beautiful body!" he cried.
Helen chuckled lightly. "Not bad for an old broad, huh?"
"Oh, come off it, Mom," Jason said. "You know you're fucking gorgeous."
"Who, me? Compare to all those sweet young things you've been chasing all over high school?"
"Hell, yes!" he gasped, though his face flushed red. "They're just little girls. But you're a woman."
"You noticed that, huh?"
"Mom," he said, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"
Helen paused and took a breath. "Am I really, dear?"
"Oh, God," Jason said. "Mom -- you're like a Goddess to me. You're the sexiest woman in the world!"
"Jason, my darling!"
Her heart seemed to swell within her chest. She felt an almost irresistible urge to take him in her arms, kiss him passionately, pull his face down between her tits and thrust her yearning cunt against his big hard cock.
Jason nervously cleared his throat.
"Well, I guess I better get going," he said. His voice was choked, his breathing labored. "It's getting kind of late."
He turned as if to leave, still hunched over with the discomfort of his hard-on.
"No, wait," his mother said.
And suddenly Helen was no longer deceiving herself. This was no harmless flirtation. She really wanted him. She wanted him naked in her arms, thrusting his big hard cock again and again into her lot, seething cunt. She wanted him. And Helen wasn't the sort of woman to deny herself anything she wanted.
"Honey, wait a second. Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, Mom. What is it?"
"Unhook this bra for me, will you?" She turned her back again. "I have trouble with the clasp."
Jason blinked at her, took a faltering step forward, and extended his arms. His trembling hands were cool against her skin as he easily unfastened the clasp.
The bra popped loose, and Helen felt her heavy tits flop forward. She drew her shoulders together and nonchalantly shrugged off the bra. It dropped down onto her vanity table.
Jason's mouth fell open.
"Don't look so shocked," she said, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. "You've seen me nude before. Lots of times."
"Yeah," Jason said huskily, "but not like this."
"Oh, really?" The picture of innocence, she pretended to fix her hair.
"Yeah, really," Jason said. He licked his lips. "I just can't believe it, Mom. You've got such a gorgeous pair of tits!"
Helen turned around to look at him. Her huge tits stood but in magnificent. Three quarter profile, the nipples erect and pointing.
"Why, thank you, dear," She turned back to the mirror. "You've got good taste."
Jason evidently reached his breaking point. Suddenly his hot breath was on her neck, his arms were around her body and his hands were squeezing and fondling her naked tits. Helen groaned, almost swooning with arousal, and eased herself back against him. She pressed her bare ass against the rock-hard bulge in his crotch. While Jason rolled her nipples between his forefingers, Helen did a slow grind with her hips and pushed at the head of his cock with her asscheeks.
"Oh my God!" Jason whispered, hugging her tight. "Mom, I can't believe this is happening!"
"I know, baby, I know!" she moaned, covering his hands with her own and pressing them against her tits. "I can't believe it either! All I know is I want you to fuck me!"
"Yes!" he gasped. "I want it toot I want to fuck you, Mom!"
Helen took him by the hand and led him over to the bed. She lay down on her back, her big tits spilling out to either side, and drew up her legs seductively.
"Then do it," she said, gazing up at him. "Take off your clothes and fuck me!"
Jason opened his fly with frantic hands and in one quick movement yanked down his jeans and underwear. His massive prick sprang into view. Helen hadn't seen it fully erect since Jason had reached adulthood, and its jutting mass was even greater than she had anticipated. The shaft was nearly as long as her forearm, and the purple knob lat the end was so hard it was shining. She shivered at the thought of the gorgeous prick sliding into her cunt.
"What about Kristen?" Jason asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Are you sure she won't be home tonight?"
"Positive. Your sister won't be home from college till Wednesday. Please come and fuck me, baby!"
Naked now, Jason climbed onto the bed, his stiff prick swinging wildly. Suddenly losing control, he flung himself down on top of her and gathered her beautiful body into his arms. Sliding his mouth across her tit, he found her swollen left nipple and began sucking it passionately. Helen shuddered as a thrill of pleasure ran down to her pussy like an electric shock, centering on the tingling bud of her clit.
"Oh, my darling!" she murmured, writhing sensuous beneath him. "I love it! I just love it!"
Jason rolled her nipple between her lips, tickling it with his tongue, and then released it. He trailed is lips across her chest until he found her other nipple. He sucked it in the same way, slurping and smacking his lips, drawing the milky tit-flesh into his mouth along with the turgid nipple.
"Oooooooh, baby!" she groaned.
And then Jason was moving downward, his head bobbing as he licked his way down the center of her abdomen, dipping the tip of his tongue into the puckered dimple of her navel. He moved still lower, noisily kissing and licking her belly, until he came to the top edge of her black lace panties. Then he drew back and sat on his haunches.
Helen watched her son in fascination. His eyes were downcast, his features thick with lust, as he stared intently at the lace-covered mound of her pussy. Leaning forward, he slid his hands along her sides and rolled her panties down across her thighs. Helen raised her knees and lower legs, allowing Jason to remove the panties, pulling them off over her feet. She was still wearing the high-heeled pumps.
"Oooooooh, you've got a beautiful pussy!" Jason whispered his wide eyes on her curly haired mound.
"Kiss it, baby," Helen said, spreading her legs in wanton invitation. "Kiss my pussy!"
Shivers ran down her spine as Jason lowered his head between her thighs and began to wet her swollen, tingling cunt-lips. She could feel her pussy opening up for him as her juices flowed in response to his busy tongue, and she laid her head back on her pillow with a deep throaty sigh of satisfaction.
He didn't immediately go for her clit. He began by licking her pussy-lips and thrusting his tongue into her hot, wet hole. When Jason's tongue finally flicked upward and tickled her clit, she cried out in delight. Then he was back inside her cunt again, licking and lapping.
As her tension mounted, Helen gripped his head between her thighs and raised her ass from the bed, jabbing at him with her pubic bone and rubbing my face with her juicy cunt. Jason clutched at her sweaty ass cheeks and thrust his face into her cunt, sucking and slurping at it, semi-gyrating to drown himself in her pussy juice like thirsty man at a desert oasis.
"Oh, my darling!" she moaned. "That feels like absolute heaven. Are you tired baby? You can rest for while."
But Helen was mistaken. Her son wasn't tired. He was ready to fuck her. He had climbed up and was looming over her, fitting the tip of his rock-hard cock between her tender pussy lips, easing the thick and impossibly long shaft into her cunt, deeper and deeper, filling her up and stretching her out, forcing her guts to shift and make way -- and Helen cried out again with the exquisite, almost unendurable pleasure.
Reaching down past the hairy, sweat-soaked juncture of their bodies, she cupped his dangling balls in her hand and pressed her fingertips against the root of his cock-shaft. The last inch of his enormous prick sank into her pussy, and she felt the deep-buried head of his cock slide up to her cervix. The sensation was so incredible that she let out yet another squeal.
Jason began to fuck her now, pumping steadily back and forth, withdrawing his cock as far as he dared and then stuffing it back in again. Helen wrapped her long perfect legs around his muscular body and held on for dear life, as Jason began to move faster and faster.
"Fuck me, you son of a bitch!" she gasped. "Fuck my hot cunt! Oh God, I can't stand it! Oh, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Okay, Mom, okay! Just relax!" He continued to fuck her with hard, fast strokes.
Suddenly Jason stopped fucking her and clutched at her ass, his fingers biting into the soft flesh, and for a moment he held rigidly motionless. She could hear him gritting his teeth. At first, with a pang of disappointment, she thought that he was starting to come. But he had merely paused to compose himself. As soon as the crisis was past he resumed fucking her, banging her pussy with the same firm, solid strokes. Helen relaxed and surrendered herself completely, confident that she was in good hands.
As she lay there, Helen thought about all the sex parties she had attended since becoming a swinging widow and all the men and boys who had taken their turns with her, trying in vain to satisfy her. She realized that her own son was giving her the best fuck that she had ever had in her life. At those sex parties she had tried everything, every possible combination, and now she wanted to do it all with her son. She wanted him to fuck her in the cunt and in the asshole and between her tits, and she wanted him to come in her mouth and on her face and on her belly so that she could rub in his jism like a creamy lotion. She wanted to merge herself with his cock and become an extension of it, burning with its every pulsation -- that was exactly what happened as a climax enveloped her like a tidal wave.
And then Jason climaxed too. She heard the boy groan hoarsely above her and felt the sudden gush of his jism as he came deep inside her. He flung his body down against hers and held her in a crushing embrace while he thrust his cock as deep as it would go and emptied his gushing load into her pussy.
Helen gasped with joy. She could fed the tension begin to ebb from her son's muscular body, and then his enormous cock began to soften within the flooded sheath of her pussy. Helen clamped down with her cunt muscles in an effort to squeeze out the last drop of his jism. Jason shivered and shifted his position, and his cock slid out of his mother's pussy.
Jason rolled off and lay beside her, his cheek against her shoulder, his arm across her tits. For a time mother and son simply rested, breathing deeply, recovering from their orgasmic exertions.
Helen stared up at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the bedside clock. With the fading of her passion, reality came creeping back. She began to realize the enormity of what she had done.
A mild panic gripped her.
"Oh, God!" she murmured with a sigh.
"What's the matter, Mom?" He stirred groggily.
"Jason, I'm worded. This is serious -- what we've done."
"It's all right, Mom. Relax." He snuggled up against her.
"It's just so -- outrageous!"
"That's for sure." He hugged her. "But it's all right, Mom. Don't worry."
"I jut wish there was someone I could talk to."
"What?" He opened his eyes.
"I mean, like my mother!"
"Mom, for God's sake. You're not gonna tell Grandma about this, are you?"
"I'd just like to get her thoughts." She drew him closer and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "She understands about these things."
"Morn, we have to be cool about this." His hand moved down and began fondling her big tits. "Like, when did you say Kristen was coming home?"
"I told you, dear. Your sister will be home in a couple of days."
"Gee, that doesn't leave us much time, does it?"
"No, suppose it doesn't," she said. And she spread her legs as her son climbed on top of her and fucked his stiffening prick back into her cunt.
Chapter Two
It was Saturday morning. On the other side of town, Helen's mother, whose name was Eleanor, was sitting at the kitchen table sipping her third cup of coffee. It was nearly noon, but Eleanor was still wearing only a floral print robe and a pair of fuzzy pink bedroom slippers. Her spirits were low.
Eleanor had recently been fired from the job she had held for nearly twenty-five years. Her supervisor told her that she no longer fit the company's youthful profile. The fact that she and the supervisor had been having an affair made hr dismissal all the more humiliating.
Though well into her fifties, Eleanor was still a strikingly sexy woman, with clear eyes, a wide sensual mouth, and beautiful platinum blonde hair. But it wasn't her face and hair that men noticed first -- it was her body. Her tits were incredible mounds of billowing flesh that bulged from her body like pendulous melons. They drew admiring stares wherever she went and had given pleasure to more men than she could remember.
At the present time, however, her sex life was practically nonexistent. In the past she had enjoyed fucking her co-workers, business associate and the husbands and sons of her friends, but ever since being fired she had kept to herself and avoided the company of men. Despite her good looks and sex appeal, Eleanor had begun to doubt that men could still find her attractive. It bothered her that she was getting old. To be able to attract some hot-blooded young men and give him a raging hard-on was the sort of confirmation Eleanor needed to reassure herself that she wasn't entirely over the hill as far as sex was concerned.
Someone knocked at the back door and a resonant voice came in through the screen. "Mrs. Johnson? Are you up yet?"
Eleanor recognized the voice. It belonged to David, the boy from next door.
"Yes, dear, come on hi."
David -- a big, strapping, handsome kid -- was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and nothing else. Arms folded, he lounged against the kitchen door. His heavy-lidded eyes subtly took in Eleanor's voluptuous form, which was clingingly revealed by her sheer silk dressing gown.
"Morning, Mrs. Johnson," he said. "I was wondering if you wanted me to cut the grass today."
For years, ever since her husband had died, David had been helping out with the household chores.
Eleanor, acutely aware of his muscular arms and chest, shot a quick glance through the kitchen window.
"No, don't bother, dear. The grass looks all right." She stood up. "What can I get you, dear -- a cup of coffee? Or would you prefer something cold? How about a nice glass of orange juice?"
"Yeah, okay. That sounds great." He pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
Eleanor could feel his eyes following her as she moved to the counter and poured him a glass of orange juice. As she leaned across the table to hand him the glass, her big tits pushed at the front other robe, and David stared at them as he took the glass from her hand. Eleanor sat down beside him.
"You're really know dear, I really appreciate all the things you do for me."
"That's okay, Mrs. Johnson. I like doing stuff for you." He tipped up his glass of juice, his eyes never leaving her tits.
"That's sweet of you, dear. But I'm sure you can think of better ways to spend your Saturday mornings."
"Oh, I don't know," he said. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and Eleanor realized that he was probably getting a hard-on.
Sitting there beside him, her knee nearly touching his, Eleanor felt equally aroused. Conscious now of the growing bulge in his pants, she was finding it difficult to control her breathing, and her pussy already felt wet. She wanted him badly, but hesitated to make the first move, for fear that the boy just wouldn't want to get it on with an old woman like her.
"David, you're such a handsome guy. Wouldn't you rather be out chasing girls?"
The teenager laughed nervously and took another sip of his orange juice.
"Not really, Mrs. Johnson. Young girls just don't interest me all that much."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I kinda prefer older women, if you wanna know the truth."
"DO YOU really!" She sat back in a show of surprise, her big tits jutting forward provocatively. "And why is that?"
"Well, I like women with -- with a full figure."
"Oh, you naughty boy," she said. "I know what you really mean. You mean a woman with big tits."
David blushed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know," he said.
"A woman with tits like mine," she said. "Isn't that right?"
"Yeah, right," he said in a choked voice. "I know it's true, David, from the way you've been staring at them."
Too embarrassed to speak, David sat motionless and stared down into his glass.
"Isn't that right, dear? Haven't you been staring at my tits?"
David shrugged again. "I -- I'm sorry, Mrs. Johnson."
"Honey, it's all right." She leaned toward him and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "Really, dear. It's all right. In fact, I'm flattered!"
"You are?"
"Yes, of course. At my age it's very flattering when a young man finds you attractive." Looking directly into his eyes, Eleanor drew her shoulders together and let the front of her dressing gown fall partially open. "You do find me attractive, don't you?"
"Mrs. Johnson, I think you're gorgeous!"
"Why, thank you, dear." Eleanor pulled the lapels of her dressing gown farther apart so that the boy could see even more of her tits. "And you like these big tits of mine?"
"God yes!"
"Oh, I'm so glad!" She threw the front of her dressing gown wide open, completely baring her magnificent tits. "Would you like to touch them?"
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Slowly ring to his feet, he took a step toward her and nervously reached out to touch her naked tits. But then he stopped as though unsure of himself and drew back his hands.
With her gown hanging open now, Eleanor slipped her hands under her tits and caressed them invitingly, lifting them in her cupped hands as though offering them to him.
"Don't be shy, dear," she whispered. "I want you to do it."
When his strong young hands finally touched her naked tits, she let a soft moan escape through her moistly parted lips. She could smell the earthy odor of his sweat. Closing her eyes in rapture, she let his hands caress and stroke the billowing curves of her huge, hanging tits. His touch was warm and smooth, and when his trembling fingers brushed her tingling nipples, they quivered with desire and swelled to sudden stiffness.
As his hands continued to roam over the lush flesh of her naked tits, Eleanor reached up, unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his cut-offs.
"What're you doing?" the boy asked hoarsely.
"I can see how hard your cock is," Eleanor said. "I want to make you more comfortable."
Eleanor pulled down his cut-off jeans. The boy wasn't wearing any underwear, and his huge erect prick bobbed free. Allowing the jeans to drop down around his ankles, Eleanor closed her fingers around the boy's enormous cock. It appeared to be almost eight inches long, and it felt as hard as a rock. The boy's whole body shivered with excitement as Eleanor gently stroked his prick.
"David, dear," she said, giving his cock a playful tug, "could you come a little closer?"
David stepped out of his jeans, came toward her and stood between her naked thighs.
Eleanor lifted her left tit and rubbed her stiff nipple against the purple head of his cock. His hot prick burned against her sensitive areola and sent a warm shudder of pleasure racing through her body. The boy's prick stiffened in her hand and seemed to get even harder as a tiny droplet of fluid oozed out onto her stiff pink nipple.
"Oooooooh God!" David groaned, trembling helplessly throughout the length of his body.
"Mrs. Johnson, you're driving me crazy!"
Eleanor murmured in appreciation. Gazing downward, she lifted her huge, pliant tits and pressed them around the youngster's throbbing prick, completely enveloping it between the pillowy mounds of flesh. With her gorgeous tits wrapped, around his cock, she began to ease her body slowly up and down.
She knew that he would love the exquisite sensation of fucking her between her tits. The skin of her tit was silky smooth, and the sweat running down between them made her cleavage as slick as a well-lubricated pussy.
"Oh, Mrs. Johnson!" he gasped. "This is fantastic!" He was rocking back and forth, sliding his cock up and down between the mounds of hot, sweaty tit-flesh. "This is just incredible!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, dear. I love giving pleasure to a well-hung man!"
And that was certainly true. Eleanor was basically an old-fashioned woman -- always eager to give pleasure to men, but rarely demanding it for herself.
"Oh, God!" David grunted. "I think I'm gonna come!"
"All right, dear," she said. "I'm ready for it. Make it come."
"But it'll get all over you!"
"Good!" she cried, laughing. "I love it! I want you to come all over me!"
She jiggled back and forth, jerking her tits up and down more rapidly. David winced and threw back his head.
"God!" he shouted. "Gonna come!"
"Yes, dear," she said. "Just squirt it all over me!"
The tip of his prick seemed to burst between her tits, squirting out a thick gob of jism that splashed against her throat and chest. Gush after gush burst from his throbbing prick. It spurted onto her chest and between her tits and trickled down over her belly. When at last she lowered her mountainous tits, releasing his still-oozing prick from between them, the sexy older woman's whole upper body was gleaming with his slick, glossy spunk.
"My God," she said, "you came like a horse! I've never seen such a load in my life!"
Sliding her hands down over her dripping body, she gently rubbed his jism into the skin of her tits and belly.
"Wow!" David sighed, wiping his forehead. "That was fantastic!"
"Was it really good, darling? Did I really turn you on?"
"Oh, for sure!" David said. "My God, Mrs. Johnson, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen!"
"Thank you, dear," she said, her eyes bright. The youngster's thick prick was hanging down between his thighs, still half erect. Eleanor lifted it, holding it delicately with her fingertips, and stroked the gooey tip.
"Now I'm going to show you just how sexy I can be!"
Bending forward, she tipped back her head and took his meaty prick into her mouth. She could taste the salty flavor of his slimy jism.
David grunted deep in his throat and eased his body forward, pushing his cock deeper into the woman's mouth.
Eleanor sucked it hard, swirling her tongue against the spongy head, and after a few minutes she felt his cock begin to throb and expand in response to the warm action of her mouth. As the flaccid prick gradually stiffened, Eleanor began working her lips back and forth along the rapidly lengthening prick-shaft, and soon David's cock was just as big and hard as it had been before.
Eleanor withdrew his prick from her mouth and held the enormous thing straight up in front of her. She began licking the head of his cock as though she were eating an all-day sucker.
"Jesus Christ!" David groaned. When Eleanor's hot tongue flicked at the sensitive fold of skin on the bottom of his cock-head, he groaned again.
Eleanor panted in reply. She was having a wonderful time tasting his cock. She knew that she had the boy completely in her power.
After licking his cock for several long sensuous moments, Eleanor pursed her moist red lips around his big purple cock-head and sucked it hard. Another tangy drop of pre-cum oozed into her mouth, making her taste buds tingle, and she felt a thrill of anticipation.
Then, withdrawing his cock from her mouth and angling it upward, she dipped her head down and pressed her face into his crotch. His crinkly cock-hair tickled ha nose and cheek. She began to lick his balls, running her wet tongue all over the soft, wrinkled skin of his ball-sac. His cock seemed to get even harder, straining insistently against her hand.
Eleanor found the position uncomfortable and after a few seconds she lifted her head and sat up straight. Once again she took his cockhead info her mouth.
"Jesus Christ!" David gasped. Thrusting his fingers through her silvery hair and clutching her head, he jerked his pelvis forward, trying to cram even more of his cock into the older woman's mouth.
As she sucked his cock, Eleanor fondled his hairy balls with one hand while pumping the shaft of his prick with the other. Her head jerked back and forth as she used her mouth to fuck his huge, rock-hard cock.
Even though it was his second climax, Eleanor didn't have long to wait for it. After only a few brief but intense minutes, she felt him shuddering and tensing up, a sure indication that he was about to shoot his wad again. Hoping to give him the best blow-job possible, Eleanor worked even harder, increasing the tempo and ardor of her sucking and stroking.
David moaned and groaned. He thrust his hips forward furiously, Eleanor clung to his cock, sucking it hungrily. David grunted again and again in rhythm with her sucking, helpless in the grasp of her marvelously skillful mouth.
Suddenly Eleanor heard him cry out. His body got stiff and he began to come. A flood of hot jism gushed into her mouth, splattering against her throat, and she gulped it down to keep from choking. It was followed by another hot spurt, and then another and another, until her mouth was full to overflowing. Then the slick, oily jism oozed from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin.
Even after he had shot the last of his load and his prick had begun to soften, Eleanor continued to hold his cock in her mouth. She waited until he was completely relaxed and then slipped his cock from her mouth.
Gazing fondly up at his face, she said, "How was that, dear?"
"Incredible!" David groaned.
"Good, I'm glad."
Eleanor sat back in her chair and began to close up the front of her dressing gown. David took the hint. He stepped back from between her thighs and pulled up his pants. As he zipped them up and fastened the belt, he looked down at Eleanor.
"Is everything all right, Mrs. Johnson?"
"Of coarse, dear," she said, looking up with a bright smile. "It's just getting a little late, that's all."
"Can -- can I come back and see you again?"
"We'll see," she said, winking at him. "If you'll promise not to say a word about this to anyone."
"I promise!" David exclaimed.
After he was gone, Eleanor felt her spirits sag almost immediately. She began to regret what she had done. She felt guilty about having seduced someone so much younger than herself.
The telephone rang. Eleanor was tempted to ignore it, but she finally picked up the receiver. She recognized the voice of her daughter, Helen.
And then she found out that her daughter had reason to feel guilty, too.
Later on she got dressed and drove over to her daughter's house. She wanted to have a talk with her grandson.
Chapter Three
"Jason? It's Grandma." She knocked again. "May I come in? I'd like to talk to you."
Eleanor opened the door and stepped into the room. Jason was lying on his bed, fully dressed, his hands behind his head. Eleanor closed the door and moved toward him.
"Jason, your mother and I have just had a long talk. She's asked me to stay over for a few days. And she told me about what happened between you two."
Jason turned his face away as if in embarrassment. But Eleanor noticed that he glanced in passing at her tits. She was wearing a white satin blouse that clung to her curves, and she suspected that her grandson was well aware of the mountainous thrust of her tits.
"Grandma, I just don't know how it happened. It was so unreal. One minute Mom was showing me her new outfit, and the next -- well, you know."
Eleanor knew all right. She had heard the whole shocking story. And though she hadn't admitted it to her daughter, the account of Helen's incest with Jason had filled her with a longing like none she had never known before.
"I understand, dear. You mustn't blame yourself. It's just that young men like you have certain urges and desires that simply can't be denied."
Her heart skipped a beat just then as she glance down at her grandson's body and saw the hump of a huge hard-on swelling the crotch of his jeans. She gasped. The thought of his erect pick and all the wonderful things that could be done with it made her suddenly weak in the knees. Taking a deep breath, she moved to the bedside and eased herself down next to Jason.
"But Jason," she said, "I'm sure you realize that it can never happen again. You know that, don't you?"
Jason was staring at the huge, blouse straining rack of his grandmother's tits.
"And if you ever have those urges again," she said, "I want you to come to me. So we can talk it out."
With a grunt. Jason shifted his position, moving his legs farther apart, which brought his thigh up against his grandmother's ass. The bulge in his crotch had grown more prominent and apparently more uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.
"I kind of feel like I'm having those urges right now." He said this under his breath, his eyes downcast, as if talking to himself.
Eleanor looked at him searchingly.
An idea leapt into her mind. Eleanor had come to Jason's bedroom with only a vague notion of trying to be of help, but now she saw a definite way to take him in hand and keep him from sinning with his mother ever again.
"Jason? Look at me." She waited until his eyes lifted. "If you promise me, dear, if you promise to be good, I'll help you. I'll help you satisfy your urges."
"What do you mean, Grandma?"
She lightly stroked her grandson's thigh with her fingertips, staring down at the back of her hand as she considered her next move. Turning slightly away from him, she slid her hands up over the front of her huge tits and gently pressed them.
The voluptuous woman could feel the taut seams her bra beneath the satiny smoothness of the blouse. She could also feel, through the satin, the soft curves of tit-flesh that bulged from the front of the constraining bra. She took a deep breath.
"I've seen how you look at me, Jason. I've seen the look in your eyes. When I wore that low-cut dress last Thanksgiving, you couldn't take your eyes off me. You kept trying to see down the front of my dress."
"Grandma..."
"It's all right, dear, I understand. You just like my big tits, that's all." She slid her hands down to her waist, smoothing her blouse and pulling it tight over her huge, out-thrusting tits. "Most men do. And you're no exception. Admit t, Jason, you love my big tits."
Eleanor waited for her grandson to respond, but he didn't. He simply lay there gaping at her. She smiled, and put her hands to the collar of her blouse.
"Don't be so shocked," she said. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'll even let you look at them, if you like."
Eleanor unfastened the buttons of her blouse, thus revealing the deep line of her cleavage, until she reached the waistband of her slacks. After pulling the tails of her blouse free of her slacks, she finished undoing the last couple of buttons. Then she threw the tails of the blouse behind her and thrust forward the twin white spandex torpedoes of her overstuffed bra-cups.
"Would you like me to unfasten my bra?"
"Yes!" Jason hissed.
The bra was of the front-clasp type. Supporting her tits with her forearms, Eleanor pinched the clasp together and unhooked it. The cups jumped apart. Eleanor peeled them off and let her huge tits drop down into her lap.
"There now," she said, resting her hands on the edge of the bed, "how's that?" She turned to look at him and noticed the huge bulge in the crotch of his jeans. "Why don't you unzip your pants? I can see how uncomfortable you are."
Eleanor crossed her arms beneath her tits, causing them to lift and bulge forward, and leaned toward her grandson.
"Take out your cock," she said. "You can make yourself come while you suck on my tits. That should satisfy your urges."
Eleanor waited to see how her grandson would react to her offer, but Jason seemed too shocked and surprised to do anything. Her own desires were mounting, her itchy pussy seething in it own hot juices. Eleanor had absolutely no intention of fucking her grandson, but she couldn't help responding to the lust in his face as his eyes devoured her tits.
Eleanor was both relieved and thrilled when her grandson finally reacted. Leaning forward, Jason took hold of her tits, scooping up her creamy globes of blue-veined flesh and burying his face between them. He pushed her tits together, keeping his face in her cleavage. Eleanor threw back her head and thrust her shoulders forward as Jason worked his hot mouth and tongue against the sensitive skin of her tits.
"Ohhhhh, baby!" Eleanor gasped. Sliding her hand around behind his head, she guided his mouth toward one of her nipples. "Suck me, baby! Suck my tit!"
When she felt his lips begin to suck, she grunted deep in her throat. Her grandson's tongue, as it flicked her nipple, sent a thrill through her body that was hotter and more spine-tingling than anything she had known in a long time.
"Jason," she whispered. "Take out your cock. I want you to make yourself come."
This time Jason responded at once, reaching down blindly to fumble with his zipper. Eleanor was hesitant to help him with it for fear of touching his cock, but finally, her pussy dripping wet and her panties sticking to her pussy lips, she pulled herself away from him and reached down for his pants.
"Let me do it," she said.
Eleanor worked quickly, opening her grandson's pants and puffing them down to his upper thighs. Jason's prick bobbed free and stood straight up -- all ten hard inches of it.
"My God," she said, "you're hung like a horse!"
"I know," Jason said, and he pulled her body toward him and resumed his noisy sucking of her tits.
As he tongued her tingling nipples, Jason took hold of his prick and began stroking it, jerking his fist up and down, squeezing the swollen, purple cock-head.
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned, pumping and pounding his stiff cock while trying to inhale as much of his grandmother's tit as he possibly could.
With Jason fully occupied, Eleanor cast a nervous glance toward the door. She was concerned that her daughter, Helen, might come upstairs. One of the things that prevented Eleanor from completely letting her self go was the fear bf getting caught by her daughter. It just wouldn't do to be found letting Jason suck her tits while he jerked himself off.
"Make it come, baby!" she gasped, gently urging him to frig himself faster. She really didn't want him to waste any time. As soon as he reached his climax, Eleanor intended to button up her clothing and hurry back to the safety of the guest room. There she could satisfy her own desires with the same sort of personal treatment, using her hand to bring herself off.
But suddenly Jason pulled his mouth away from his grandmother's tit and dropped his hand down to the root of his prick. He gave a deep sigh of apparent fatigue.
"Grandma will you do it for me?" The tone of his voice was pleading. Grasping her wrist, he drew her hand toward his cock until the backs of her fingers touched the rigid shaft. "Please, Grandma make me come!"
Eleanor's first impulse was to do exactly as Jason wanted. In fact, she would have been glad to go don on him and take his gorgeous cock into her mouth. But just as she was about to seize his cock, she felt a strong twinge of guilt. This was no example to be setting for the family. This was only compounding the sin her daughter had already committed.
"Oh, Jason, I don't know," she said. "I'm afraid this has gone too far already."
"Please, Grandma! You can't stop now!" Eleanor deliberated uneasily, going back and forth in her mind. This wasn't what she had originally planned.
"All right," she said, glancing again at the door. "But this has got to be quick. I really shouldn't be doing this."
Eleanor sat up and slid back, placing herself next to her grandson's lower body. As she moved, her heavy tits jiggled, quivering mounds of lush flesh that drew. Jason's hands like a magnet.
With a sigh, Eleanor looked down at her grandson's prick, marveling once again at how big it was. In the pale light of the bedside lamp, she could see a thick vein throbbing along the length of the stiff, turgid cock-shaft. Her pussy tingled as she reached out with shaking hands to stroke the prick with her fingertips.
"I never knew you were built so big!" she whispered as she slipped one hand between his thighs to hold his balls while she grasped the base of his prick with her other hand.
"Ohhh, Grandma!" Jason groaned. He clutched at his grandmother's tits, his fim sinking deep into the creamy flesh. He gasped again, his muscles tightening, as she ran her hand up the length of his prick and gently pinched the purple cock-head. "Grandma, make me come!"
Eleanor grasped his cock with both hands and drew upwrd, squeezing hard. She could feel the intense heat of his cock against her palms and fingertips. Then she jerked her hands downward and up again, pumping the broad, pulsating prick.
And as she jacked him off, she studied his cock-head. It was huge and tasty-looking. The flared edge of the prick-head where it joins the shaft wa especially well-defined. Eleanor couldn't help wondering how it would feel, that rigid flaring edge, as it lightly flicked her sensitive pussy-lips, driven by his steely cock thrusting deep into her hot, wet pussy.
"Ohhh, God!" Jason gasped, his belly quaking as he worked his hips in a circular motion. "Grandma, I'm gonna come!"
"Yes, my darling!" Eleanor sighed. She jerked he hands up and down even faster, feeling the tension building in her grandson's body. "I want to see you come!"
She was rewarded an instant later when a long jet of come spurted from Jason's prick. It splattered hot and shiny onto the surface of one big tit. Eleanor continued to pump him, and a second gush of jism soon followed. It splashed over both of her tits and began to drip down between them.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "Look at the come!"
As Eleanor continued to jerk her grandson's prick, a river of shining jism gushed from the tip and flowed down over her fingers. Droplets of come, flung by her frantic movements, flew through the air and landed on her face and neck. One of the droplets landed on her lip, and she automatically licked it off.
During his orgasm, Jason had reached behind his head and was holding onto the headboard of the bed. His face was contorted with lust as he looked down at his gushing cock and watched as his grandmother finished jerking him off.
Eleanor pulled on his cock, working upward from the base to the head, and squeezed out the last drop of pearly white come. She rubbed it into his cock-head with her thumb.
"Ahhh," Jason sighed. He sank back onto his pillow and let his arms drop down at his sides.
Eleanor slowly released his cock, which was now only half erect. Her hands were covered with his sticky, glossy come. Plucking several tissues from the box on the bedside table, Eleanor wiped off her hands and dabbed at the come on her face, neck, and tits.
"Well now," she said. "How do you feel?"
"Fantastic, Grandma!" He smiled weakly.
"I'm very glad to hear that." She tossed the wad of tissues into the wastebasket. "And from now on, whenever you feel those urges, you'll come to me, won't you? Not to your mother."
"Yes, Grandma."
Eleanor shrugged her tits together and fastened her bra. Then she buttoned up her blouse.
"Another thing, dear. Your sister will be coming home from college tomorrow. There's no need for her to know about all the things that have been happening around here. Okay?"
"Okay, Grandma."
Eleanor stood up to have and turned back toward hr grandson. He was lying back and smiling at her, perfectly relaxed, a picture of contentment. She had obviously satisfied his urges.
Only ore question remained: How would she satisfy he own urges?
Chapter Four
"Well now," Jason said, standing in the doorway to his sister's bedroom, "it looks like I'm just in time."
Kristen rolled her eyes in resignation and continued unbuttoning her blouse. She had came home from college for the term break and was changing into more casual clothes. She didn't mind it if her brother wanted to watch. If anything, she got a kick out of the fact that her body turned him on.
"Same old Jason," she said as she peeled off the blouse and playfully tossed it to him, "Still a Peeping Tom."
Jason raped the blouse across the back of a chair and then stretched out on his sister's bed. Kristen was now wearing nothing above the waist except a lacy white D-cup bra, and Jason continue to watch her with a frankly erotic interest.
"God, you've got a gorgeous body," he said. "You must be driving them crazy at college."
Kristen laughed. It was true, college life agreed with her -- especially since for Kristen college life consisted of a constant round of frantic sucking and fucking. Scarcely a day went by with out her fucking some horny frat brother or macho varsity athlete. She had been having so much un that she hated to leave school at the end of term. Now that she was home, she was wond ring what sort of action, if any, the summer would bring.
"Never mind my gorgeous body. What I want to know is, what's going on around here?"
"Uh, that do you mean?" Jason asked warily.
"Mom and Grandma! They seemed so uptight about something. What's going on, anyway?"
"Well I guess I can tell you. Something weird happened the other night."
"Yeah, I'll bet." Kristen laughed sarcastically as she took a blouse from her closet. "This is definitely the place for weird happenings."
"I'm serious," Jason said. "It happened Sunday night. Mom and I -- we, uh -- fucked."
Kristen turned, holding the blouse in her hands. "Is that supposed to be funny, or what?"
"No, I'm not kidding," Jason said, and something in his eyes convinced his sister that he was in fact telling the truth.
"Jesus Christ!" she cried, dropping the blouse. "Jesus Christ, Jason!"
"Yeah, I know."
"Jesus!"
As the incredible revelation sank in, Kristen began to see how it might have happened. Her mom and Jason were always flirting with one another. No doubt her mom was the one who seduced Jason, rather than the other way around.
But understanding it didn't make it any easier to accept, and Kristen felt a tremendous surge of resentment toward her mother.
Kristen also felt an intense pang of jealousy. What a time they must have had! With the added spice of incest, the fucking must have been incredibly hot.
"So Mom's all bent out of shape now, right? Is that why Grandma's here? Does Grandma know about it too?"
"Uh, yeah," Jason said, an odd look coming over his face. "Grandma knows all about it."
"Jesus." Kristen shook her head. "And I thought I was the hottest ticket in this family."
"You are," Jason said. "As far as I'm concerned."
Kristen stood at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips, and stared down at her handsome brother. It was as if she were seeing him for the very fir time. His muscular arms and chest, his sinewy legs, the huge virile bulge in the crotch of his jeans -- yes, she could easily see how it might have happened, how her mother might have been tempted to fuck Jason.
And Kristen also realized that her brother probably wasn't just teasing her or kidding around when he told her how much he liked her gorgeous body.
"I'd better finish changing," she said abruptly. "Mot said she and Grandma would be back for dinner, didn't she?"
"Yea I guess so," Jason said, watching her closely. "Uh, do you want me to leave?"
"No, that's all right. It's all in the family, right?"
Kirsten proceeded to unzip her tight denim skin. She made a show of wriggling it down past her slim, shapely hips and sliding it down over her beautifully sculptured legs. Without looking up at her brother, she stepped out of the skirt and tossed it across a chair. Jason gave a low murmur of approval.
"You really do have a great body, Sis!"
Kristen laughed, winking at him, and glanced at her brother's crotch. The bulge was definitely growing. She realized that her brother had a large cock.
"Hey, why don't you make a comparison?" she asked. "Decide who has the better body, me or Mom."
"Kristen!"
She laughed again. Reaching up behind her back, she unhooked her lacy white bra, shrugged it forward, and let it drop to the floor. Her brother gasped at the sight of her free swinging tits. The two immense melons jutted out magnificently, tipped by stiff brown nipples. Kristen twitched her shoulders, jiggling her tits enticingly at her brother.
"I think -- I think your tits are bigger," he said.
"Oh, I know they are," she said. "I have a bigger bra size."
"Yeah!" Jason gasped.
Kristen slipped her thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of her pink nylon panties and slowly, seductively, peeled them down. She watched her brother's face as she exposed the fuzzy mound of her pussy. Down the panties came, spanning her luscious thighs, until she brought her knees together and let the panties flop to the floor.
She was totally nude now, and she could see that her brother possessed a huge and very painful-looking erection. The bulge in his jeans was throbbing mightily, and the taut zipper looked ready to split wide open. Kristen came around to the side of the bed, feeling cool and confident, and looked down at him frankly.
"Well, Jason, what do you think? Who has the better body -- me or Mom?"
To illustrate the question, she slid her hands up over her shapely hips and slender waist and stood for a moment smiling at him. Then she brought her hands up under her magnificent tits and cupped them like two fat melons. She squeeze them until the nipples bulged like balloons.
"What do you think?" she asked again.
Jason didn't answer right away. Instead he unzipped his taut fly and, straining uncomfortably, hauled his stiff prick out of the confines of his jeans.
"It's not the body that counts," he said to his sister pointedly. "It's what you do with it."
Kristen gaped in amazement. She had always known that her brother was built big, but she had never suspected just how big. The giant cock sprouting from his groin was easily ten inches long and nearly as big around as her wrist.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen!"
Jason looked at her, stroking his huge prick and waving it at her invitingly. He was obviously waiting for her to realize what he had just said. And finally Kristen answered him.
"You're right," she said. "It's not the body that counts, it's what you do with it. And I know I'm a better fuck than Mom!"
"You are?" He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Damned right I am! And I know I give better head."
"Prove it," Jason said.
Kristen stare at her brother. She was dying to have his cock. She sat down beside him on the side of the bed.
"Jason," she said frankly, "do you want me to suck your cock? Is that what you want? You want me to suck it for you?"
In response, Jason pushed his jeans farther don his thighs and then kicked them off completely. He spread his legs apart so that his balls hung down where she could see them beneath his huge prick.
"Yes," he said. "I want you to suck my cock."
"All right, I will."
Kristen slid back down the bed and leaned across her brother's thighs. Her senses whirled as she reached out and closed her hand around the rigid shank of her brother's prick. She pulled gently upward, bringing her fist up under the shiny purple cock-head, and squeezed out a tiny drop of transparent fluid. The droplet glistened like a diamond, and Kristen licked it off with the tip of her tongue. And then she opened wide and took her brother's cock-head deep into her officious red mouth.
Kristen loved to suck cock. Few things gave her a bigger thrill than taking some guy's stiff prick into her mouth and sucking the living daylight out of it.
Closing her eyes, Kristen slid her lips down along he gnarled shaft of her brother's cock. She almost gagged on it. But she sucked it in anyway. Kristen was determined to show her brother that she was one fantastic cocksucker.
She bobbed her head up and down, slurping and smacking her lips as she worked his burning cock-head with her talented lips and tongue. It tasted good. And as she licked and sucked the head she pumped the shaft of his cock with quick, jerking movements of her tight little fist. "Mmmmmm -- mm!" she moaned.
"Ohhhh, Sis, that's great!" he sighed shutting his eyes and rolling his head back on the pillow. "You're the best I ever had!"
Kristen grunted appreciatively. Responding to his compliment, she slid her hand down between his thighs and began fondling his balls. She stroked them and squeezed them and rolled them between her fingertips.
Jason nearly went crazy. He writhed and squirmed and twisted on the bed, reacting not only to her sensuous caresses but also to her expert cocksucking.
Kristen felt her own desire mounting. Her pussy was tingling and oozing fuck-juice, and she thought about how awesome it would be to mount her brother and take his magnificent prick up her cunt.
His prick was huge and hard as a rock now, and Kristen decided to stop sucking it. Raising her head, she let the throbbing prick pop free of her mouth. It was gleaming with her thick saliva. She stared at it for a moment, watching it quiver and jerk, and then she looked up at her brother's flushed and lustful face.
"Jason? Let's go all the way." She smiled mischievously. "I want to show you what a tight pussy I've got!"
Jason brought his legs together and flexed his groin muscles, causing his bobbing prick to stand up straight and hard.
"All tight, Sis, let's go all the way."
Kristen got up and climbed on top of the bed. Her huge tits swung wildly from side to side as she positioned herself above him, placing her knees on either side of his hips. Reaching down between her thighs, Kristen grasped her brother's rigid prick and centered the tip between her sassy lips. Then she lowered her ass, pressing her oozing pussy against his swollen cock-knob. Almost at once, with a sharp intake of breath, she paused.
"God Almighty!" she exclaimed. "Jason, you're so fucking big! It feels like you're gonna spilt me in two!"
"Oh, c'mon," he said. "Don't tease me -- fuck me. My cock isn't that big! Hell, if Mom could take it, so can you."
Impatiently, Jason reached up, grabbed his and pushed them downward, forcing the tip of his prick between the slippery lips of her pussy. Kristen winced and leaned forward, bracing herself against the headboard of the bed nd tried to resist bun. They struggled for a moment, and then the taut ring of Kristen's pussy-lips gave way. She felt her brother's enormous cock-head begin to penetrate her tight, juicy little cunt.
"Ohhhh, Jesus! Jason, you're so fucking big!" Her face was contorted with pain. Look big downward, she watched incredulously as her sweet little cunt slowly enveloped her brother's massive cock. "My God, it's going in! I can hardly believe it!"
Jason was staring down too, watching his thick cock-shaft sink deepcr and deeper into the pink pouting flower of his sister's delicate pussy. Greedy for full penetration, he lightened his grip on her hips and arched his body upward, thrusting hard and cramming more of his prick up into her fuck-hole.
Kristen's tits dangled above her brother's face and swung back and forth as she answered his thrusts with movements of her own. She finally succeeded in taking all of his throbbing cock into her cunt. Moaning, she settled herself on top of him and for a minute remained motionless, letting her pussy lips close around the base of her brother's huge cock.
"God, you're in me!" she gasped.
"Yeah," Jason said, "and you sure are tight!"
Suddenly Kristen threw herself down on top of her brother, flattening her bulging tits against his chest.
"God, I'm so fucking horny!" she gasped.
"Jason, I want you to fuck me! I want you to get on top and fuck the hell out of me!"
"All right, Sis, let's roll over."
With her bodies locked together, they rolled over as one unit, clinging tightly to one another to keep Jason's cock securely lodged in Kristen's cunt. Kristen wound up flat on her back, with Jason sprawled on top of her, his muscular chest mashing her white, pillow-like breasts. She cried out in pleasure and pain as her brother's huge cock fucked even deeper into her cunt.
"Okay, Jason, now fuck me!" Kristen firmly grasped her brother's forearm and wrapped her slender legs around his waist. "Fuck me the way you fucked Mom!"
Jason braced himself. Slowly, sensuously, he eased himself back, pulling back his rigid cock from the clinging folds of his sister's juicy cunt. When only the swollen knob of his cock remained inside the sweet pink lips of his sister's pussy, he paused. And then he shoved back up into her tender fuck-hole. Kristen felt the prick-head slide deep inside her body.
"God!" she screamed. "Oh, Jason, don't stop! Fuck me, brother, fuck me!" She began to writhe and squirm, grinding her hot pussy against the rock-hard firmness of her brother's prick. "Fuck me, Jason! You've got a big enough cock -- now show me that you know how to use it!"
"All right," Jason said, "you asked for it." Hugging his sister tightly, Jason tucked his chin into the angle of her shoulder and began to fuck her hard. Kristen could feel his muscular asscheeks flexing between her thighs as he fucked her sopping pussy again and again with his red-hot, deep-thrusting prick.
"Oh, that's it, Jason! God, you're so good!" Kristen slid her legs up over his shoulders and took his thrusting prick even deeper into her fully aroused pussy. "Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me good!"
Jason had slipped his arms around his lovely sister as he continued to fuck her pussy. Again and again he pounded his huge, burning prick into his sexy sister's juicy, sloshing cunt. Kristen responded ecstatically, bouncing her ass off the bed and making the bedsprings squeak as she repeatedly slapped her smooth, soft belly against her brother's hard, muscular abdomen.
"Oh, my cunt is so hot!" she gasped. "Fuck my hot cunt, Jason! Fuck my hot cunt!"
She could hear the delicious sounds of their fucking, the loud noises made by her squishy pussy and her brother's pistoning prick. Jason, panting in her ear, was fucking her with increasing vigor, slamming his cock furiously into the slurping, shuddering depths of her cunt. Kristen dug her fingers into his back.
"God, I can't stand it!" she squealed. "Oh, fuck me, Jason, fuck me! God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"
Kristen went wild. The anticipated orgasm began to quake through her trembling body. Her pussy contracted spasmodically, clutching and convulsing around the rigid shaft of her brother's surging prick. A burst of fiery energy seemed to envelop her beautiful, quivering white body.
"Gahhhhh!" she screamed. "I'm coming!" The convulsive action of her pussy made Jason come too. He shuddered violently and then went rigid as he jammed his cock as far as it would go into his sister's cunt. A gush of hot spunk spurted from his burning cock-head, filling and flooding her hot pussy. Kristen felt the hot fluid shooting into her pussy, spattering against the sensitive inner walls of her cunt. She contracted her pussy muscles, hoping to squeeze every last drop of jism from her brother's creaming prick.
Jason collapsed on top of her, totally exhausted. Both of them were gasping for breath. Fr several minutes they simply lay there in a sweaty heap recovering from their exertions. Jason's cbck gradually, dwindled and finally popped free of Kristen's pussy. The lovely girl gave a little grunt, and then shifted the position of her body.
"Jason? Get off me now, will you? You're kinda heavy."
Jason rolled off his sister and lay beside her. His eyes were closed, as if he intended to go to sleep for a while.
Kristen didn't mind. She was totally satisfied. Her brother, she realized, had just given her the greatest fuck of her life.
No wonder her mom had fucked him, Kristen thought. And Kristen wondered how long it would be before their mother got horny for Jason again.
Chapter Five
Helen knew that she would never get over the awesome forbidden experience of having fucked her own son. The memories of that incredible night of ultimate lust would be with her forever.
For over a week she had avoided her son. She hadn't yet said a word to him about what had happened between them. Her mother had spoken with him, of course, but Helen had been too embarrassed to question her about what must have been a difficult conversation. All she could think of now was her son's naked body and what it had felt like to have him climb on top of her and slide his magnificent prick into her cunt.
It was Monday morning and Helen was still in bed. Sprawled naked on the sheets, she was stabbing at her clit with the tip of her middle finger. Her thighs were flung wide apart, her feet placed it upon the mattress, and she was bouncing her ass up and down on the bed. Her immense white tits bobbled wildly on her chest. Suddenly, with a hoarse cry, she thrust her fingers into her sodden pussy and began fuck big them frantically in and out. She was pretending that her hand was her son's hard cock.
She knew that she had to have him again. There was simply no doubt about it. Her hand was a damned poor substitute for his raging, pounding prick, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to fuck him again. She had to be patient, though. She had to wait until her mother was no longer staying with them.
Just then, as she was arching her back in anticipation of an impending orgasm, she heard the front door open downstairs. Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Helen needed only a second to realize whose they were.
It was Jason. For some reason he had come home early. There was no one else home -- her mother and daughter had gone shopping -- and the house would be empty for at least another hour.
It was just the opportunity she needed.
Helen got up out of bed and took a quick look at herself in the vanity mirror.
Helen went to her closet to take out her sexy, black outfit, but stopped when a better idea hit her. Why not simply stroll out into the hallway totally nude? No one, including Jason, was supposed to be home just now, and that gave her an excuse to parade around stark naked.
With her cheeks hot and her pussy tingling, Helen quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. Jason was in his bedroom having left his door wide open. Helen pretended to be heading for the bathroom as she sauntered past his doorway, her big tits swinging and swaying with every step.
"Hey, Mom -- how you doin'?"
Helen wheeled around with a great show of feigned surprise and made a futile effort to cover up her tit and pussy, Jason, who was standing half-undressed in front of his closet, was gaping at he in wide-eyed delight.
"My goodness, Jason! When did you get home?"
"Oh, just a few minutes ago." Jason's eyes roamed freely over his mother's naked body, and it was obvious that he was enjoying what he saw.
There was a momentary silence. Helen could feel her nipples stiffening and her pussy-juices oozing out between her thighs. She knew that her son was as turned on as she was. He was staring at her voluptuous tits and pussy, and she could see a huge bulge in the crotch of his slacks.
"Jason? We have to talk. And I guess this is as good a time as any." She dropped her arms to her sides. "I guess there's no point in my trying to be modest with you, is there?"
Helen came into the room and walked wound the end of the bed, conscious of Jason's eyes frankly following her every move. She sat down on the side of the bed, waiting while Jason sat down beside her. He sat with his legs wide apart, his knee pressing against her naked thigh.
"Jason," she said softly, resting her hand on his thigh, "what happened between us was very special. And I want you to know that I have no regrets for myself."
"I feel the same way," Jason murmured.
"But, darling, I'm worried about you." She shook his leg insistently and slid her hand higher up his thigh. "Incest is such a strange thing, and I'm concerned that it may have been a traumatic experience for you. Tell me, dear, what are your feelings? Are you terribly upset that we fucked?"
Helen moved her hand still higher up his thigh, aware of his obviously growing prick.
"I want you to analyze your feelings," she said, "and figure out what made you want to fuck me. What is it about me that turns you on?"
Jason said nothing, merely gazing down at his mother's magnificent body. The boy was so turned on that he was shaking, and the swollen bulge in his pants was so huge and taut that it looked painful. On an impulse, Helen put her hand directly over his prick and gently squeezed it.
"God, baby, you're hard as a rock right now! What is it that made you so horny? I know I have al beautiful body -- is that it, dear? Tell me what turns you on. Is it my big tits?"
"I don't know, Mom!" Jason whispered.
"Well, all right, we can talk about it later." And with that she abruptly stood up, leaving Jason gaping at her in surprise.
"Mom, wait a minute!"
"Can talk about it later, dear. I've got to go an take my shower now, okay?"
Helen turned and sauntered out of the room, feeling Jason's eyes following the undulations of her asscheeks. Her heart was pounding. As she walked across the hallway, she was hoping her handsome, virile son would follow her into the bathroom.
As she stood there beside the shower, clutching the towel-rod for support, she shuddered with frustrated desire. What she wanted to do now, more than anything, was to run back to Jason's room, snatch off his pants and suck his gorgeous cock.
Reaching into the shower stall to turn on the taps, Helen caught a glimpse of herself in the broad mirror over the bathroom sink. Her body looked lush and inviting, and she knew that Jason couldn't resist the jiggle of her magnificent tits. Sure enough, as she straightened up, she heard the soft pad of footsteps behind her. A pair of muscular arms encircled her waist as his stiff, hot prick-shaft pressed against the smooth cheeks of her ass.
"If you really want to talk, Mom," Jason murmured next to her ear, "why don't we take a shower together?"
"Oh, dear me!" Helen sighed, letting her head drop back on his shoulder as she surrendered herself to her son's embrace. "Jason, darling -- I'm serious!"
"You asked me to analyze my feelings," he said, sliding his hands up over her belly and cupping her tits. "Your body just drives me crazy, that's all! Isn't that enough?"
"I don't know, baby. I just don't know." Helen was trembling with arousal. Her son was eagerly fondling her tits and gently pinching and stroking her tingling nipples.
"When you came on to me the other night, I couldn't believe it was really happening. It was like a ream come true. That's why I acted so unsure of myself."
"I understand, baby." Helen reached back with both hands and stroked her son's muscular thighs. "I just have to know that it's what you really want."
"I've always wanted to fuck you, Mom." Releasing her left tit, Jason dropped his hand down to her crotch and began massaging her pussy. "I just never dreamed that you felt the same way about me."
Helen covered his hand with her own and show him how she liked to have her pussy rubbed. "That night was like a dream," she said. "I wanted you so bad."
"I want you right now," Jason said. Holding her lover body tightly, he guided his stiff prick between her thighs and pressed the cock-head up against her pussy-lips. "Mom, I want to fuck you right now!"
"AU right, dear," she said. "I want it too." Bending forward, she braced herself against the aluminum frame of the shower stall and spread her feet apart on the tile floor.
"Put it in, baby! Let me feel your cock inside me!"
Jason eased his hips forward, sliding his missive cock into his mother's slick pussy.
"God, I can see it going in!" he cried.
"Does that turn you on, baby?" She felt him move his hands up and grasp her hips as he leaned back to give himself a better view as he fucked her.
"Yes, it does," he said. "I can see my cock going right into your pussy -- and coming out -- and going in!"
Helen turned her head and discovered that she could watch them fucking, too -- in the mirror over the sink. The view was spectacular and intensely arousing. She noticed then that Jason had turned and was also watching them in the mirror. For a brief instant their eyes met, and the look of lust she saw in her son's eyes made her shiver with a thrill of forbidden desire.
Helen soon realized that Jason wasn't able to fuck her as smoothly as she liked while standing up behind her, and she tried to help him by rocking back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. The slurping, sloshing sounds of their fucking was clearly audible. Jason was fucking her frantically now, and Helen sensed that the horny boy was getting ready to blow his wad.
Sure enough, his movements suddenly became even more spasmodic and he cried out, "I can't help it, Mom! I'm gonna come!"
"All right!" she moaned. "Make it come, baby! I'm coming too!"
She jerked her body back, slapping her ass cheek against her son's hard belly, and repeatedly taking his pounding prick deeper into her cunt.
As soon as Jason's scalding jism gushed into her cunt, Helen experienced a sudden, tumultuous orgasm of her own. It surprised her almost as much as it delighted her, and she staggered forward against the shower stall and nearly lost her balance. But Jason held her tightly by the hips and when she stood up, he gathered her tenderly into his arms. She leaned back against him.
"That was fantastic, baby!" She reached back fondle his still-dripping prick and felt it begip to soften in her hand.
"Really!" Jason gasped.
"Honey? Let's take our shower now."
"Okay."
Helen turned on the taps. As the water rushed down he tested its temperature with an outstretched hand and then stepped into the shower stall. The steaming spray stung her face and tits.
Moments later she felt Jason's muscular body pressing against hers as he squeezed in behind her.
"Mom? Was it good for you too? Did I make you come?"
"Of course, dear," she said, lathering herself with a bar of scented soap. "It was lovely."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure," she said, handing him the soap.
After they finished washing themselves and had rinsed the soap from their bodies, Helen turned off the water and they stepped out of the shower. They dried themselves off in silence.
"All right," Jason said, hanging up his towel. He placed his hand on the small of his mother's back. "Let's go back to my room."
Helen looked up at him questioningly, saw the determination in his face, and allowed him to guide her out of the bathroom and across the hallway to his bedroom.
"Sit down, Mom," he said.
Helen did as she was told, sitting down on the side of the bed and watching her son as he knelt in front of her and gently spread her knees apart.
Grasping her hips with his strong, warm hands, Jason drew her body to the edge of the bed so that her cunt was only inches from his face.
"Lie back, Mom," he said.
Helen lay back on the bed and stared up unblinking at the ceiling. Her heart was pounding with the dawning realization of what was happening to her. And then she felt the soft caress of her son's hot breath on her pussy.
"Oooo, baby!" she gasped.
Jason pressed his open mouth against the swollen folds of his mother's pussy and gently worked his tongue between the thick pussy-lips. Helen's cunt-juice immediately began to flow and Jason eagerly lapped it up, grunting and noisily smacking his lips as he savored the tangy flavor.
"Ohhhhh, Jason!"
It was just too incredible -- the sounds, the delicious sensations, the fact that it was her own son who was eating her pussy -- and Helen moaned and shuddered and rolled her head from side to side in a state of utter ecstasy.
"Ohhh, baby! That's so good. God! Eat my pussy! I can hardly stand it -- oh, baby -- eat me!"
Jason gorged himself on his mother's cunt, thrusting his tongue deep into her musky hole and sucking up her hot juices. As Helen writhed and twisted, he expanded his licking and lapping to include the whole of her bulging cunt-slit.
Helen reached down, grabbed his head with both hands and mashed his face against her pussy. Bucking her ass up and down, she repeatedly jammed her pussy into her son's mouth.
"Jason!" she cried. "Oh, baby, eat me out! It feels so good I can't stand it! Lick it, baby, lick it! Make your mother come!"
Helen's mind was in a turmoil. She knew that it was a terrible sin to let her son go down on her -- even a worse sin perhaps than letting him fuck her -- but she was helpless in the grip of her ever mounting lust and she wanted him to keep on eating her forever.
"God, I can't stand it!" she gasped, twisting so violently on the bed that Jason had difficulty keeping his mouth on her pussy. She quickly pulled his head back into position. "Oh, don't stop, baby! Don't stop!"
Jason wrapped one arm around her thigh and held her tightly as he shoved two fingers of his other hand into her gushing cunt-hole. He finger-fucked her pussy with short, quick strokes while continuing to lap at her clit. He licked it and sucked it, working it between his lips. Helen shrieked and lifted her ass off the bed, grinding her tortured pussy against his probing fingers and tongue.
"That's it!" she screamed. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, Jason, my darling! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhbrrrgggg!"
Helen came hard, her pussy spewing a sudden splash of hot, clear cunt-juice into her son's sucking mouth. Jason immediately thrust his tongue deep into her creaming hole andslurped up every drop. Then he finished her off by sucking hard on her throbbing, tingling clit, which caused her to scream, clutch at his head and wriggle her sweaty ass against the sheets.
"That's enough," she said, gasping for breath. And it was. Far the moment, Helen was as satisfied as she would ever be.
Totally exhausted, she sank back onto the bed and flung her arms to either side. She was still trying to catch her breath. She watched as Jason got to his feet and stood panting above her. His massive prick was fully erect and standing out from his groin like the gnarled and sinewy trunk of an old tree. Helen gasped with renewed excitement.
"Oh, ny God, baby, just look at you! You're as hard as a rock!"
Helen vas thrilled to see that her son had become so aroused by going down on her pussy. It seem to justify somehow what she had allowed him to do.
"Mom? Would you get up on the bed and lie straight? I'm gonna fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked."
"Honey, you just did," she said as she shifted herself around and stretched out with her head on the pillow. "You gave me a superb fuck in the bathroom."
"Then I'm gonna do it again!"
"All right, dear." Her big tits jiggled on her chest as she drew up her legs and spread them wide.
Jason proceeded to mount his mother climbing onto the bed and positioning himself above her. Supporting his weight on one arm, he reached down with the other and took hold of his cock. As Helen watched, he slid the cockhead down over the fuzzy hump of her cunt mound and then gently nudged the tip between her slick, burning pussy-lips.
"Oh, put it in, baby, put it in!" She could feel her pussy-lips parting to receive his hard, swollen cock-knob. "Oh God, it feels like heaven!"
He braced himself on his outstretched arms and slowly eased himself forward. Helen groaned. Lifting her head, she peered down between her naked tits as the blue-veined shaft of her son's hard prick fucked steadily into the tight hole of her clinging pussy.
"Ohh, Jason!" she gasped, letting her head drop back onto the pillow. "Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
He began to fuck her forcefully now, thrusting his rigid prick again and again into her juicy, sucking cunt. Helen raised her legs and crossed her ankles over the small of his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began bouncing her lean white ass off the bed, meeting his thrusts eagerly and banging her hairy cunt mound against the broad base of his pounding cock.
"Fuck me, Jason!" Helen cried. "Fuck my cunt! God, I can feel it so deep! You're so big, baby, your cock is so big! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
With a hoarse cry, Jason flung himself down on top of his mother's heaving body, flattening her huge tits and digging his strong fingers into the sweaty cheeks of her ass. He began fucking her wildly, moving his stiff prick in and out of her burning cunt and grunting loudly in her ear. Helen lifted her pelvis to meet every bone-jarring thrust.
"Fuck me!" she screeched. "Oh, my darling, fuck me! Oh God, I can't stand it! Oh, my pussy's so hot! Fuck my hot pussy with your fucking cock!"
Jason fucked his mother's pussy as hard and fast as he could, slamming his rigid prick again and into her slurping cunt. His big prick was awesomely hard and erect, and Helen felt certain that her sweating, grunting son would soon be blasting another load of boiling jism into her burning cunt.
And she would certainly come too. Her pussy was tingling and convulsing, the way it always did just before she reached a climax. She knew that even before Jason's scalding jism gushed into her cunt, she would experience a complete and satisfying orgasm of her own. The inner walls of her cunt were already beginning to tighten around the rigid shaft of Jason's thrusting cock. She knew it was only a matter of seconds.
"Jason, I'm coming!" she screamed. "Fuck me -- ahhhgg! Fuck me, fuck me! Christ, I'm -- gahhhhhhh!"
Her orgasm went on for nearly a minute. The convulsions rippled outward from the depths of her cunt as her pussy muscles contracted spasmodically around her son's pounding cock.
Then Jason growled and jammed his cock as deep as it would go, shaving it all the way into her cunt and holding her in an iron grip. Spurts of jism gushed from his prick in rhythm with the spasms of his mother's pussy, and Helen gave a shriek of lustful, sensual joy.
Her son's second load was just as large as the first. Helen could feel it squirting into her pussy, filling her up, and laying the tortured walls of her ravished cunt. Shameless, she grunted with pleasure as the spunky fluid oozed from her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs, tickling her.
Smiling blearily, she hugged her exhausted son and gently flexed her pussy muscles to squeeze out the last drops of jism from his thick, meaty prick.
"Well, Mom," Jason said hoarsely, "how was that?"
"It was great, baby," she said. "These sheets are really soaked." She could feel a wet spot spreading beneath her body. "We'd better get up so I can change the bedding."
Jason laughed.
"That's my Mom," he said.
His flagging cock was still buried in her sodden pussy.
"That's right," she murmured. "I'm still your mother. Even if I don't act like it."
And then she thought of her mother. How in the world would she ever be able to face her mother?
"Jason, Jason, my darling."
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Jason, I don't think I'll be able to keep this from your grandmother. She has to be told."
"Don't worry, Mom," Jason said. "I'll go and tal Grandma."
"Oh you, dear? Good. I think that's best."
"So do I," Jason said.
Chapter Six
Eleanor closed the door to the guest room and leaned back against it, a frown darkening her lovely features. She wondered how long it would be before Jason came to her room and asked for more sex.
"I want that boy," she murmured as she slipped off her bathrobe. "And I think that he wants me."
Now totally naked, she crossed to the full length mirror and stepped back to admire her reflection. Taking a deep breath, she drew her hands up over the ample curves of her huge tits. Her flesh felt warm and supple. Then she pressed her palms over her nipples and slightly flattened her billowing tit-mounds, causing them to bulge provocatively.
"Yes, old girl, you're really built," she said to her smiling reflection. "No wonder Jason's eyes popped when he saw these tits naked."
Eleanor was about to fetch her nightgown from the closet and get ready for bed when a hesitant knock sounded at her door. Hurriedly slipping back into her bathrobe, she gathered up the belt intending to tie it around her waist. But then she paused, realizing that it was probably Jason at the door. Smiling devilishly, she left the front of the bathrobe hanging open.
"Yes?" she called, turning away from the door. Her luscious tits swung full and heavy, hanging down almost to the level of her belly.
"It's Jason, Grandma," Jason said through the door. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course, dear. Come right in."
Eleanor went to the closet and took out her nightgown. From the corner of her eye she watched a the door opened and Jason came into the room. Eyes downcast, he closed the door behind him.
"Uh, Grandma? I know it's late..."
"Not at all, dear," she said, draping the nightgown across the back of a chair. She noted that Jason was staring intently at her low hanging tits, and at the crinkly, silver-haired bush beneath them. "You know I'm here for you any time you want me."
With that she turned around and gracefully shrugged off the bathrobe, giving Jason a sudden startling view of her naked back. She could almost feel his eyes devouring the slender contours of her hips and the round white curves of her asscheeks. As she bent over to pick up the nightgown, her mammoth tits swung out from her body and dangled low beneath her arm. Nothing much was hidden from Jason's sight, and she heard him give a quiet gasp of appreciation.
"Just a minute, dear. I'll be right with you." After she had pulled the nightgown over her head and down her body, she turned around to confront him, a nonchalant look on her face.
"There now," she said. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Her grandson simply gaped at her, seemingly unable to speak. The nightgown she had selected was practically transparent. Her huge white tits were clearly visible, billowing out the sheer fabric and stretching it taut across broad areolas that resembled pinkish brown pancakes. Her stiff nipples made a discreet peak at the front of each big tit. Jason had already seen his grandmother's naked tits, of course, but evidently found ah even greater allure in the sight of her luscious curves so beautifully enhanced by the nightgown.
While Jason gaped at her body, Eleanor permitted herself to scan the front of his pants. She was delighted to see a huge ridge of half-stiff cock growing down the leg of his jeans. She struggled to keep from gasping for joy.
"Tell me what you want," she said, slowly moving toward him. Her tit-flesh swayed and jiggled as she moved. "I can see that you need to tell me something."
"Uh, yeah, I do, Grandma," Jason said, turning her furious red.
Eleanor took a step closer and stood within an arm's reach of him. Because she was only five-six, Eleanor had to look up at him to meet his eyes.
"Maybe you need some relief," she murmured, her voice hoarse with the desire that was throbbing in her blood. "Is that it, dear?"
Jason could only avert his eyes and helplessly shake his head.
"My goodness, dear, what's wrong?" she asked with a growing sense of alarm.
"Grandma, we did it again," Jason said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Mom and I. We did it again."
"What?" She took a step backward.
"Grandma, I'm really sorry..."
"Oh, my God."
Eleanor sat down on the side of the bed, her bulging tits filling her lap, and stared at the floor. She was certainly stunned by Jason's revelation, but she wasn't really surprised. In fact, she had almost been expecting it -- though perhaps not quite so soon.
"Jason, I don't understand," she said in a hurt, disappointed tone. "I thought we had an understanding."
"I'm sorry, Grandma, I really am!" He moved toward the bed. "It just happened! I couldn't help it!"
"That's what you said before, Jason."
"Yeah, I guess I did." He was standing directly in front of her, his knees almost touching hers. "I -- I guess I don't know what to say."
Eleanor sighed. The bulge in Jason's pants was level with her eyes, and she couldn't help staring at it.
"Maybe it wasn't all your fault, dear. Maybe it was partially my fault, too."
"What do you mean, Grandma? I don't understand."
"Maybe I didn't give you... well enough... stimulation." She reached out a tentative hand and lightly brushed his throbbing cock-bulge with her fingertips.
Jason stepped closer. Eleanor moved her knees apart and Jason stepped between them. His crotch was now just inches away from his grandmother's face.
"Oh, Grandma!" he whispered. "I'm really getting those feelings again!"
"Then I'll have to do something about that," she said fondling her grandson's cock through his jeans.
Over the years Eleanor had developed what she considered an expert technique for sucking cocks, and she intended to give, her grandson the benefit of those years of experience. She proceeded smoothly and efficiently, unzipping his jean and pulling out his huge, semi-erect prick. She closed her fist around the gnarled shank aid tenderly kissed the swollen purple cock-knob. Jason's huge prick jerked in her hand, surging to its full length and quickly became as rigid as an iron bar.
Eleanor breathed deeply, inhaling the musky odor of her grandson's cock. As she covered the head of it's cock with loving kisses, she fancied that she could also smell the savory fragrance of his mother's cunt.
She ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock, licking the cock-head. When she had covered the head completely with a glistening film of saliva, Eleanor bent forward, opened her ruby lips, and took his purple cockhead into her mouth.
"Mmmm!" she moaned as she tightened her lips around his cock-knob and began to suck it.
And while she sucked the cock-knob, Eleanor worked her hand back and forth along the shaft, marveling at its divine hardness and the softness of the skin that covered it. With her other hand, she reached up between his thighs and gently squeezed his balls.
"Ohhhhh, Grandma!" Jason moaned. "That feels so good!"
She was delighted to hear him say it. She had always loved Jason. He was her favorite grandchild. She couldn't believe it was happening, but it was. She could feel her own excitement building, swelling down between her thighs. The center of her desire was the blood-engorged bulb of her throbbing clit. It was burning, tingling. And she could feel the ooze of her goey fuckjuices seeping from the lips of her pulsating pussy.
She sucked him feverently, with slow, luxurious movements of her body, holding his cock with both her fists and jacking him off while she blew him. Her cheeks went hollow with each hard suck, and the tight red ring of her clinging lips followed the contours of his shaft and cock-head. She moved back and forth as though sucking Jason's cock were a form of primitive worship. Her own sense of separate identity dwindled and in her own mind she became, her grandson's love-slave. At that moment, she was ready and willing to do anythi that Jason asked.
"Grandma!" he whispered. "Take it deeper!"
Eleanor tipped her head back and looked up at him, still holding his cock in her mouth. She knew what he wanted from the way he jiggled his hips. He wanted to fuck her mouth like a pussy and she was willing to let him do it. But maybe he had a surprise for him -- maybe she could take it even deeper than he imagined.
Concentrating on what she was about to do, Eleanor prepared herself by relaxing her neck and throat. She bent forward from the waist, which caused her mammoth tits to bulge even more, ad she reached around Jason's body to cup his firm asscheeks in her hands. She took a deep breath.
Slowly, taking it inch by inch, Eleanor worked her way down around the thick, fleshy shaft of Jason's prick. The big knob of his cock lodged stubbornly against her throat, almost too big for her to swallow, but she gulped it down. His cock-head plunged into her throat, expanding her neck. A shudder of ecstasy twitched her shoulders as she felt, his massive prick invade her throat. Jason gasped.
"Holy fucking shit!" he cried, staring down in amazement as his cock disappeared into his grandmother's mouth.
Eleanor scarcely heard him. Eyes tightly shut, she was focused on resisting the reflexive urge to gag on the enormous thing in her throat. Even so, she continued to take it deeper, working the shaft with sucking movements of her luscious, full-lipped mouth. The woman didn't let up until the taut ring of her ruby lips closed down around the very root of her grandson's ten-inch prick.
Jason took a noisy breath. "Ohhhlhh, Grandma!"
"Mmmmmm!" Eleanor moaned.
Feeling his eyes following her every move, Eleanor began to ease herself back, releasing his red-hot prick as slowly and gradually as she had swallowed it. Her lips slid back along the slick, blue-veined cock-shaft until the big spongy cock-knob came out of her throat. Holding just the knob in her mouth, Eleanor swirled her tongue against the prick-tip and licked up the first tiny drop of her grandson's pre-cum. The pungent flavor of the droplet made Eleanor yearn for Jason's whole hot load.
"Mmmm!" she moaned, casting her eyes toward her grandson's face.
"Take it again!" he gasped.
Jason was shaking with obvious tension, every muscle rigid, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, Eleanor could see clearly that her grandson was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm, and she prepared herself to swallow his enormous cock for the second time.
She almost didn't get the chance. As soon as she sucked his cock-head into her throat, Jason shuddered and shrieked and began to come.
Eleanor felt the sudden gush of jism that erupted horn his burning cock-head and flooded against the back of her throat. She realized the full intensity of his orgasm when he grabbed her head wits both hands and literally rammed his rigid prick down her throat.
"Ahhh -- God!" he gasped, nearly losing his balance as he thrust his pelvis forward and yanked is grandmother's face into his crotch.
Eleanor didn't mind his brutal behavior, even though le had thrust his cock roughly down her throat and was mashing her nose painfully against his crotch. She didn't mind at all. For her it was enough to know that she alone was the cause of his uncontrollable ecstasy.
"Grandma, that was fantastic!" Jason gasped as he began to relax.
The last shot of jism trickled from the tip of his rapidly softening prick. Eleanor groaned softly. Easing his prick from her mouth, she gently rubbed the tip across her gleaming red lips and gazed up at her grandson, a big smile on her face.
"I'm glad you liked it, dear." Her lips brushed his cock-head as she spoke. "Just remember, I'm here for you an time you want me."
Jason nodded weakly. Stepping back from between her knees, he fumbled to fasten up his pants.
Eleanor watched sadly as his magnificent prick disappeared back into his pants. The taste of his jism was still tart and tangy in her mouth.
When am I going to get fucked? she wondered again.
Chapter Seven
"I just don't see why you're still so bent out of shape," Jason said. "What happened between me and Mom was personal. It's got nothing to do with you."
"It's so outrageous," Kristen said. "Mom seems to think that she can do any damned thing she pleases! Just because she's so fucking gorgeous! It isn't fair!"
Jason and Kristen were sunning themselves in the secluded back yard, lying side by side on a blanket spread on the grass. Jason was practically need in a brief swimsuit, and Kristen was wearing a skimpy string bikini that did nothing to conceal the voluptuous contours of her ripe young body.
"You're pretty gorgeous yourself," Jason said, his eyes shut tight against the bright afternoon sunshine.
Kristen smiled to herself, pleased by the compliment. The afternoon was shaping up nicely. Jason had agreed at once to her suggestion that they catch some rays in the back yard. Their grandmother had gone shopping, leaving their mother home alone. Everything was working out according to plan. A plan that involved Jason.
Kristen wanted him to fuck her right therein the back yard. She was frantically hot for him. Ever since their first hot session together she had fucked him and sucked him at every opportunity. But her main reason for choosing the back yard was the absolute certainty of their getting caught. Sooner or later their mother was sure to walk past the screen door and see them. Kristen couldn't wait to see the look on her mother's face when she found her two kids fucking their brains out on a blanket spread on the lawn.
"Hey, Jason," she said. "This hot sun is making me horny."
Her brother, lying motionless, said nothing. "Jason, wouldn't this be a great place to fuck?"
"Keep your voice down," Jason said.
"But I'm so horny, Jason!"
"So wait till tonight," he said. "When everyone is asleep, I'll come to your room and fuck you till you can't see straight!"
"But, Jason, I'm horny right now! I don't want to wait till tonight! I'm hot right now!"
"Forget it."
"Then how about if I suck your cock? How would that be? I'll bet you're getting horny just thinking bout it. Here, let me see."
Kristen reached over and squeezed her brother's cock through the fabric of his swimsuit. Jason flinched at the unexpected contact.
"Dammit, Kristen!" He knocked her hand away. "Are you crazy or something? Don't you realize that Mom might see us?"
"Oh, to hell with Mom!" Kristen whispered. "She's in no position to tell anybody anything! If I want to fool around, I will!"
"Fine, Kristen. If that's the game you want to play, go right ahead. Just leave me out of it. Things are weird enough around here as it is."
Kristen sat up on the blanket and rested her weight onone extended arm. Her huge bulging tits overflowed the straining cups of her bikini top, and her ripe brown areolas were clearly visible through the fabric's thin mesh.
"C'mon," she said, staring at the growing lump in hr brother's crotch. "Let me suck your cock."
"No way!"
"Oh, a right," she said, "be that way!" And then she smiled mischievously. "But if all we're gonna do out here is lie in the sun, then I'm gonna take off my top so I don't get any tan lines."
Jason opened one eye and squinted at her. "Now wait a minute."
Ignoring him, Kristen reached back, untied the strings of her bikini top and peeled it off. Her gorgeous white tits now hung freely. Leaning back on her out-stretched arms, she lifted her face to the sun, arching her back and thrusting her big tits forward, displaying them for her brother and showing him once gain how truly magnificent they were.
She glanced down at Jason. He was staring lustfully at her tits, his face flushed a bright red. Kristen could see a huge, rigid hard-on bulging in the crotch of his swimsuit.
Kristen leaned forward, her big tits swinging, and picked up her white terrycloth bathrobe. She spread it out on the blanket at Jason's feet and knelt down on it. With a business-like attitude, she grapsed the waistband of his swimsuit and began tugging it downward.
"Let's get this off you," she said, "so you don't get any tan lines, either."
Jason lay unmoving as his nearly naked sister peeled his swimsuit down across his muscular thighs.
"Watch out for Mom," he said.
"You watch out for Mom," Kristen said, intent on what she was doing.
Her brother's massive cock was standing straight up from his groin, pulsing and burning just inches from her face. A clear hot droplet of pre-cum emerged from the tip.
Kristen wrapped both hands around the rigid, vein-gnarled cock-shaft and leaned forward. With a quick flick of her tongue, she licked up the droplet from the swollen purple knob of her brother's prick.
"Hurry up and suck me off," Jason said, his tone now conveying lust as well as anxiety.
Kristen took her time. She squeezed his cock deliberately, pulling upward on it slowly, and made another drop of pre-cum ooze from the tip. Kristen felt a similar juicy drool between her legs dampening her bikini-bottom. Going down on cocks always made her instantly wet. Sliding he hands down around the hairy base of the enormous cock, Kristen parted her lips and took the huge purple cock-knob into her mouth.
Her brother's pre-cum was flowing freely brother's now, and Kristen eagerly swirled her tongue over his silky cock-head, lapping up the fluid as it ooze from his cock. She began to pump his shaft hard and purposefully as she licked and sucked his prick-knob. She closed her lips tightly around hi cock and started sucking it, her cheeks hollowing inward with the force of the suction.
"Oh, suck me, Kristen, suck me! Suck my cock!"
Jason had apparently forgotten that he and his sister were out in the open and that their mother could easily come by and observe them. With his forearm flung across his eyes to protect them from the sun, he surrendered himself completely to the fabulous blow-job his sister was giving him, her head bobbing up and down as she noisily sucked his red-hot, glossy-wet prick.
For that matter, Kristen had more or less forgotten about their mother, too. She just couldn't wait to make him come. Several days had passed since their last session together, and Kristen suspected that Jason's balls held a big load of jism. She wanted to make him come like a gushing fountain. Puckering her lips -- and ignoring the growing ache in her facial muscles -- she sucked his cock as hard as she could.
The massive thing was pulsating now, jerking and throbbing in her hands, and Kristen knew that it was getting ready to squirt its hot load into her eagerly sucking mouth. She fucked her face with the rigid prick, while she pumped her fist up and down on the shaft. To provide even greater stimulation she fondled his balls with her other hand, stroking and squeezing them, doing everything she could to make her brother shoot a huge load of his gooey jism.
"I'm gonna come!" Jason moaned. "I'm gonna come in your mouth! God, Kristen, suck it! Suck my cock! Oh, I'm cominggggg!"
His hard body shuddered as his giant prick began to spurt, squirting huge wads of oily jism into his sister's mouth. Kristen eagerly gulped it down, grunting with animal satisfaction as her brother repaid her skillful blow-job with a torrent of simmering jism.
Jason just kept on creaming, Kristen's mouth was full to overflowing but her brother's cock kept pumping out hot, gooey jism. To keep from choking, Kristen took his gushing cock put of her mouth and finished him off with her hand, jacking his cock as hard as she could with her franc little fist.
The jism continued to spurt from Jason's cock. Several big gobs hit Kristen right in the face, speckling her lovely hair and trickling down her cheeks, but she kept on jacking her brother's cock. The last few drops landed on her upper chest and flowed down between her huge, dangling tits. By the time Jason had finished unloading his balls, her big white tits were gleaming obscenely with her brother's slick come.
Kristen rubbed the jism into the soft skin of her tits and stared in awe at her brother. He was still apparently as horny as hell and his prick as still hard. She realized that he wasn't going to lose his hard-on.
"Jason, take those trunks off," she said. "Take them off!"
Jason gaped at her, then did as he was told, pulling down his swimsuit and kicking it off his feet.
Kristen quickly stripped off the bottom half of her bikini and tossed it onto the grass. She folded another towel to make a better pillow for her knees and placed it on the blanket.
"Get ready to fuck me, Jason!"
Kristen positioned herself on her hands and knees, dog-fucking style, with her round ass turned toward her brother and the house. Her big tits dangled beneath her, the stiff nipples brushing the coarse wool of the blanket. Then she flopped down on her elbows, spreading her thighs and hiking up her ass to offer Jason the bulging gash of her pussy. Peering back over her shoulder, she eagerly eyed his cock.
"C'mon, Jason! Fuck me!"
Jason got up on his knees behind her, his prick bouncing wildly, and placed his hands on the rounded cheeks of her sweet young ass. He stared down at her luscious pink pussy.
Grasping his quivering prick with his hand, Jason guided the swollen cock-knob between the lips of hr pussy. Kristen winced as she felt the enormous cock sinking into her body, stretching the tent walls of her pussy, filling her cunt with ten hard inches of rigid prick.
"Ooopooh, Jason! You're so Goddamn big! Every tune you put it in, it feels like you're splitting me in two!"
Baring her teeth, Kristen clutched at the blanket and began squirming, twisting and grinding her ass in a circle, enabling her brother to shove every last inch of his massive cock into her tight little fuck-hole.
"Jason, you're in me! God, it feels so good! Oh, Jason, fuck me, fuck me!"
She continued to twist her body from side to side, shaking her plump white asscheeks, fucking her brother's invading cock with her tight, wet pussy.
"C'mon, Jason, fuck me!" she moaned, wiggling her hips insistently. "You're all the way in -- not fuck me!"
Jason drew back and then thrust himself forward, ramming all of his stiff prick, into the yielding folds of his sister's cunt. His bloated cock-head bottomed out deep inside her sweet young body, making her shudder and shake like a gaffed fish. She began fucking him wildly, rising up on all fours and even bouncing her knees off the blanket in her frantic desire to be reamed and rammed by her brother's plunging prick.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" she screwed in her frenzy. "Fuck my cunt!"
Her screams were too loud -- loud enough, in fact, to be heard inside the house. But Kristen was past caring whether anyone heard her or not.
Her pendulous, low-slung tits swung crazily about as she repeatedly jerked her ass up to meet her brother's thrusts, taking his pounding prick again and again into the depths of her sopping wet cunt.
"Fuck me!" she squealed, her voice shrill. "Fuck me hard, Jason! Oh, God! It feels so good!"
Jason fucked his voluptuous sister as hard and as fast as he could, banging her almost brutally, slamming his huge cock again and again into her steaming pussy. He held her slender ass with both hands and yanked her toward him with every thrust, slapping her ass noisily against his belly. And finally Kristen began to reach her climax.
Her cry of pleasure was a blood-curdling yell. Kristen threw her face down onto the blanket and flung her ass back against Jason, taking him deep. Her pussy muscles spasmed rhythmically around her brother's deeply buried prick.
And now Jason began to come too. He clutched her ass against his body with all his strength, forcing his cock into her pussy as far as it would go. The sudden gush of his jism shook them both. Kristen sobbed with ecstasy as she felt the thick jism squirting into her cunt, coating the tender lining of her tortured pussy like a bath of healing lotion.
And then she heard her mother's voice from just inside the house.
"Oh, my God! Jason! Kristen! What are you doing?" Helen cried.
The screen door slid open behind them. Responding automatically, Jason yanked his still-oozing cock out of his sister's pussy and turned toward the door. Kristen rolled over onto her side, a triumphant smile on her face.
Helen was standing in the doorway, her face white with shock as she gaped in disbelief at her two naked children, her eyes moving from Kristen's sopping pussy to Jason's dangling prick.
And ten she turned and ran back into the house.
Chapter Eight
It was almost more than Helen could bear. She just couldn't get over the awful shock of catching her son and daughter fucking in the back yard. The picture of Jason's muscular ass flexing as he jammed his cock into his sister would be etched in her mind forever.
She kept replaying the scene in her memory -- the way Jason had turned to face her with a look of horror in his eyes, his stiff red prick still oozing jism after popping free of Kristen's wet pussy.
Helen didn't know what to do. Her mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. Jealousy, anger, guilt -- but most of all, a sense of betrayal. How could Jason have cheated on her that wat -- after all the beautiful moments he had shared with his own loving mother? How could he have done it?
Quite a few days had passed since the terrible scene in the back yard. Helen still hadn't spoken to either of her kids about what she had caught them doting.
Helen had returned to the scene of her children's misbehavior. She was lying on a chair in the back yard, sunning herself, wearing a pair of sunglasses and the bottom half of a tiny bikini, get billowing white tits were exposed to the warmth of the brilliant afternoon sun. Feeling the heat, she picked up a bottle of suntan lotion, squeezed a drop into her palm and smeared the gooey fluid over the broad expanse of her quaking, bobbling tits.
And she heard a voice.
"Uh, Mom."
It was Jason, of course. Helen craned her neck around and saw that he was standing just inside the screen door.
"Yes, what is it?" She lay back on the chair, making no attempt to cover her gorgeous tits.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course, Jason. I've been wanting to talk to you, too."
The screen door slid open and Jason stepped outside, closing the door behind him. He came up and stood beside the chair.
"Mom? It's about me and Kristen."
"Oh, really?" Helen remained impassive, her eyes shut tight against the sun.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I don't know how it happened. I mean, I just couldn't help myself."
Helen felt a rush of anger. "How long has this been going on?"
"Not long at all. Honest. It only happened a couple of times. Mom, I just couldn't help it!"
"Oh, you couldn't!" she snapped. "And why was that? Is your sister's body so irresistible?"
Jason could only shake his head and shrug helplessly.
"Is your sister's body better than mine?"
"Oh no, Mom! No way!"
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, Mom. Honest! You're still the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."
"Do you really mean that, Jason?"
"Of course, Mom. You know I do." Helen felt her anger ebbing away. "Then promise me something, Jason. Promise me you'll never fuck your sister again."
"I promise, Mom. I'll do anything you say."
Helen smiled with relief and renewed confidence.
"All right then, Jason. We won't say any more about it. Okay?"
Helen extended a shapely arm and placed her hand on his trousered leg. "Now why don't you take off those clothes and get some sun?"
"Good idea," Jason said, an impish smile lighting up his face.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it off and draped it across the foot of the chaise. Then he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans an underwear. His huge cock jumped up like a battering ram.
"Oh, my God!" his mother gasped. "You're as hard as a rock right now!" Impulsively, she reached up and grasped his cock. "What's making you SO horny, dear? Is it seeing your mother's naked tits?"
"You could say that," Jason murmured, staring down at his mother's voluptuous tits.
"Then I guess it's up to me to do something." She took off her sunglasses and smiled at him. "Don't you agree?"
"As you say, Mom."
She laughed. "All right, then. Come here." Tugging gently on his cock, she guided him closer. "See if you can straddle me."
Jason obeyed eagerly. Swinging one leg woes the chair, he positioned himself above his mother, swaddling her upper body. The head of his rigid cock lay heavily against her tits.
"Since you like my tits so much," she said, "I'm going to let you fuck them."
Gazing downward, Helen scooped up her billowing tits and pressed them together around her son's hard cock, enveloping it completely between the mounds of buoyant flesh.
"Ooooooh, wow!" Jason gasped as his cock disappeared into the deepening valley of his mother's cleavage. "This is incredible!"
With his cock surrounded by his mother's luscious tits, Jason began moving slowly back and forth. The awed look on his face showed that he had never felt anything so erotic as having his cock sliding up and down between his mother's silky tits. He was able to thrust it smoothly and easily because the suntan lotion on his mother's chest made her cleavage as slick and slippery as a pussy.
"God, Mom!" he moaned, fucking her tits with increasing passion. "This really feels fantastic!"
"I'm glad, baby," she said. "Is this the first time you've fucked a pair of tits?"
"Yes!"
"Good. I guess I can still teach your sister a few new tricks."
"Oh, God!" Jason gasped. "Mom, I'm gonna come!"
"Yes, baby, make it come! That's what I want you to do!"
"But, Mom, it's gonna squirt all over you!" He was fucking her frantically now, thrusting his cock wildly between the quivering mounds of her tits.
"That's all right," she said, squeezing her tits more tightly around his rampaging cock. "That's what I want you to do. Squirt me good!"
Jason gurgled, almost whimpering, and continued to fuck his mother's tits as fast as he could. The sweat was pouring down his face and body.
"Oh God!" he gasped finally. "Mom, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
His orgasm exploded between her tits, and a gush of lot jism splattered against her throat. Squirt after squirt of pearly white spunk spurted from Jason's huge cock. It splashed onto Helen's upper chest and ran down between her tits. By the time Jason had finished coming and withdrawn his drooling prick, his beautiful mother's upper body was covered with a glossy coating of thick, shiny jism.
"My God in heaven!" she exclaimed. "Did you ever come! I never saw such a load in my life!"
She ran her hand up over her tit and scooped up a thick white gob of his spunk, which she hungrily licked from her fingers.
Jason straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a couple of steps back. With a weary sigh, he sank down onto the chair and sat between his mother's knees. He watched as she greedily licked up another gooey fingerful of his jism.
"Gee, Mom, you act like you really like that stuff," he said.
"I do," she said, chuckling lasciviously. "I love it." She looked at him keenly. "Why? Doesn't Kristen?"
"Yeah, I guess she does," Jason said. "She lets me come in her mouth. And she always swallows it."
Helen laughed again. "Well, that's definitely a taste she inherited from her mother."
She sat up and leaned toward him, sliding her hands long his lean, hard thighs. Her gorgeous tits flopped forward and were cupped in her son's waiting hands. Gazing into his eyes, she moved her hands down into his crotch and sensuously stroked his prick.
"You can come in my mouth any time you want," she said to him.
"Really?" His eyes lit up. "I'd like that, Mom! I really would!"
"All right, then. Let's trade places. I'll suck you off right now."
Jason stood up, helped his mother to her feet and then lay down in her place on the chair. His mother sat down on the foot of the lounge chair and leaned toward him, her big tits bulging in her lap. She rested her forearms on his thighs and reached for his cock.
For a moment or two she merely fondled his thick, semi-erect prick, stroking it with her fingertips and squeezing the stiffening shaft in her fist. She inhaled deeply, savoring the odor.
And then she began to suck him. Since her son's thick cock was still only half hard, she had no trouble mouthing almost all of it. She could feel his eyes watching her as she slurped and sucked it, drawing her circled lips along its thick, gnarled length.
Almost immediately, Helen felt him getting a hard-on. His big prick grew in quick throbs, filling her mouth and parting her jaws as the swelling cock-head penetrated her throat. Soon she could no longer hold all of his cock in her mouth. She slid her lips back along the hard, veiny cock-shaft and sucked the bulbous head, fucking its sensitive underside with the tip of her skillful tongue.
As she sucked him, she moved her hand up between his thighs and gently massaged his balls. Then she closed her fist around the base of his prick and began to pump it with slow, deliberate strokes. Her hand worked steadily up and down as though she were forcing additional hardness into his rigid prick. Her luscious red lips and tongue swirled over the glistening purple surface of his bulging cock-head.
And then she began to suck him in earnest. Taking his cock deep into her mouth, she sucked it with obvious relish, her cheeks hollowing inward with the force of her suction. She also jacked his cock-shaft with her fist, keeping her knuckles pressed against her lips. Her head bobbed steadily up and down as she fucked her son's cock with her beautiful face.
"Oh, suck it, Mom, suck it!" Jason moaned. "God, you do that so good!"
"Yeah, really," came a voice from the door. "Not bad at all -- for an amateur!"
Helen lifted her head with a jerk, her son's big cock popping free of ha mouth. Jason jumped and let out a gasp. Clutching hk cock to her tits, Helen gaped in panic toward the door.
It was Kristen, of course. Arms folded, she was standing just behind the screen, wearing her sexy string bikini and staring at her mother.
"Kristen! How long have you been there?"
"Long enough, Mom." She slid back the screen and stepped out into the sunshine. "You're putting on quite a show out here."
"Kristen..."
"Shut up, Jason!" she snapped.
"Dammit, Kristen!" Helen exclaimed. "Who do you think you are?"
"Relax, Mom!" she came strolling toward them, peeling off her bikini top. "So you like going down on Jason's cock. That's fine -- so do I. There's nothing to get uptight about."
Helen was shaking with anger and humiliation. She opened her mouth to reply but found that she had nothing to say. Her daughter had taken complete control of the situation.
Kristen came around the side of the chair and stood with her hands on her hips, her chest thrust forward, showing off her naked tits. They were just as big and beautiful as her mother's, and Kristen wanted her mother and brother to know it.
She was staring down at Jason's cock. It had wilted some what from the stress of the moment, but it was still monumental, extending from his mother's hands like a fleshy baseball bat. It was so big that it made Kristen giggle.
"See, Mom?" she said. "There's enough there or both of us!" She knelt down on the grass beside the lounge chair. "Now move over. I'm gonna show you how a cock should really be sucked!"
Kristen leaned forward and took her brother's cock-head into her mouth, brushing aside her mother's hands as she did so. Jason glanced up at his mother. Helen, despite her anger and chagrin, nodded her head in grudging approval.
Kristen was oblivious. She smacked her lips over Jason's cock and proceeded to suck it hungrily.
Kristen had seen enough through the screen to know that her mother was an expert cocksucker, and she was determined to match her mother's skill. She bobbed her head rapidly over Jason's giant cock, sucking it hard and pleasuring the sensitive cock-head with swirling movements of her tongue. She wanted to make Jason come as quickly as possible.
After several minutes of hard sucking, Kristen suddenly dropped her head over her brother's cock and deep-throated it. Her neck was visibly distended by the invading prick as her lips slid down around the bony cock-shaft and bottomed out against his groin. Then she drew back and resumed her noisy, head-bobbing sucking of his cock-head.
"Ooooooh, yeah, suck it, Kristen!"
He really seemed to be enjoying it. And that was more than his mother could stand.
"Kristen, for God's sake!" he said. "You're going td make him come too quick. That's no way to do it -- you're like a machine. You've got to be more sensuous, more -- here, let me show you what I mean."
She placed a hand on Kristen's shoulder.
Kristen ignored her and continued to suck Jason's cock as hard as she could. She tightened her grip, around the base of his prick and pumped it energetically, her head bobbing even faster as she slurped at the burning purple cock-head.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!" Jason moaned. "I'm gonna came! It feels so good, I can't stand it! I'm gonna come!"
"No, not yet!" Helen cried. "Kristen! Stop sucking! I mean it now, I want to suck that cock."
Helen grabbed her daughter by the hair and yanked her away from her brother's throbbing cock.
Kristen really didn't mind. Laughing despite the pain she straightened up and let her mother take over. In a way, she felt triumphant. Her mother had taken the bait. Now they were on completely equal footing, both of them competing for Jason's big cock.
Helen inched forward, taking the swollen cock into her mouth in one quick swoops Jason began groaning again as his mother slurped at his cock, stroking and fondling the shaft of his cock with a sensuous movement of her hand.
"Just let me swallow his come," Kristen said. "That's the only fair way to do it. And it's the part I like best!"
Helen paid no attention to her daughter. She was concentrating intently on what she was doing to her son's cock.
Suddenly Jason gasped and shuddered and went rigid. Helen realized that he was about to climax. Holding his cock-shaft with both hands, she took the head deep into her mouth, molding her lips and tongue and cheeks around it. She squeezed it hard and waited for him to come.
"Mom!" Jason groaned. "I'm coming! Oh God, I'm coming!"
"No, Jason, don't!" Kristen cried. "Don't come for her, you bastard!"
But Jason had no choice. He was helpless in the grip of a tumultuous orgasm. He clutched his mother's hair with both hands and arched his back off the chair, thrusting his prick deeper into her mouth. Helen tried not to choke on the thickness of his prick as she felt her mouth filling up with the oily sweetness of her son's gushing jism.
It spurted up from deep inside his body, causing his cock to pulse and shudder as squirts of slimy spunk flowed into the sucking mouth of the beautiful woman who was his loving mother. Helen swallowed as much of it as she could, but some of the shiny jism oozed from the corners of her tightly ringed mouth. For several minutes she clung to her son with her mouth and hands, milking every last drop of surging jism from his throbbing cock.
"Oh, what a rip-off!" Kristen cried as she watched her mother sucking up Jason's come. "You're hogging it all! I wanted some of it too!"
Helen sat back wearily, her lips glistening with a coating of her son's glossy jism, and gave her daughter a bleary smile. "Well, that's just too bad, isn't it, dear?"
"Oh, fuck you!" Kristen shouted.
Helen responded furiously. Without a second's hesitation, she slapped her daughter across the face.
"Ow!" Kristen exclaimed, more surprised than hurt, as she put her hand to her tingling cheek.
"Oh, for God's sake," Jason said. "Stop this -- both of you!"
But the two horny, voluptuous women were too angry to stop. In fact, they were just beginning.
Chapter Nine
"I just can't stand this constant tension," Jason said. He took another sip of his gin and tonic and lay back on the pillow. "There's gotta be away to work things out. I want us all to be happy together."
Jason had fixed a round of drinks for the three of them, and they were talking reasonably in his bedroom. Jason lay naked on the bed. Kristen, wearing a pink bathrobe, was curled up at the foot. Their mother, wrapped in a sheet, was sitting in an easy-chair.
"You're right, dear," she said, resting her glass on her knee. "I'm so ashamed for everything I've said and done." She looked over at her daughter, but couldn't catch her eye.
"Most of all, I'm sorry for the way I've treated your sister."
Helen had known for years that Kristen was jealous of her, but she had done little enough to remedy the situation. If anything, she had made it worse by constantly flaunting her considerable beauty.
Kristen drained her glass. Having sucked her brother's cock and seen him come in her mother's mouth, she was just as horny as her mother -- and just as frustrated. She cast a sidelong glance at the massive prick that lay between her brother's thighs. It was all she really wanted. She no longer cared about outdoing her mother. After seeing her mother making it with Jason, Kristen had at last realized the truth. Her mother wais just a woman like herself, nothing more and nothing less.
"I'm sorry too, Mom," she said. "And I agree with Jason. I'm sure we can find an arrangement that will satisfy all of us."
"Great," Jason said. "Now we're getting somewhere."
He smiled at his beautiful mother, his eyes roving up and down her voluptuous, sheet-clad body. His prick was obviously getting hard again, and he shot a nervous glance at his sister.
"I love you both," he said. "And I love what we've been doing. That's why I want it to continue. With both of you."
Kristen looked at their mother, and Helen realized that it was time for her to make a decision.
"You're my children," she said, "and I want you both to be happy."
"Mom, I feel the same way," Jason said. "I want to make both of you happy."
Helen caught the lustful note in her son's voice and was instantly aroused, but she was still concerned about his sexual interest in his sister. It was bad enough that he was fucking his mother -- somehow it seemed worse that she should tolerate him fucking his sister, too.
"Kristen," she said, "your brother seems to have developed quite a hard-on. Why don't you and I take care of it for him?"
Kristen chuckled lasciviously, needing no further encouragement. She had already accepted the idea of having to share Jason with their mother. That was fine with her. And while she no longer felt she had to compete with her, she was eager to show her mother that her little girl was truly one hot fuck. Quickly untying the belt of her robe, Kristen stripped off the flimsy garment and flung it to the floor.
"Jason, this must be your lucky day," she said.
Stretching out across the foot of the bed, Kristen brought her face into close proximity with her brother's cock and gazed upward at him. For an instant, their eyes met and they exchanged a look that combined unbridled lust with a knowing sense of triumph. Then she turned her full attention to her brother's massive prick.
She didn't wait for their mother to join them, she went work immediately. Slurping loudly with her lips and tongue, she began licking and sucking his cock with exaggerated style.
Helen had never seen anything more erotically stimulating than the sight of her lovely, full bodied daughter fucking her pretty face with her brother's cock.
Helen hesitated no longer. She stood up eagerly, eying the sheet behind her in the chair, and climbed onto the bed beside her children. Lying down beside them, she laid her head on Jason's thigh and followed Kristen's lead in licking and kissing his cock and balls. Frequently, as she licked and laved him, her tongue came into contact with Kristen's, and then mother and daughter hared each other's saliva as well as the pungent flavor of Jason's musky cock-sweat.
Jason simply lay there enjoying it, his cock remaining as hard as a rock. He had bunched up his pillow behind his head so that he could watch more comfortably what his mother and sister were doing. His eyes were wide with lust and awe. He was being sucked off by his very own mother and sister -- two beautiful sex crazed women who were combining their talents to give him the sweetest pleasure a man could experience.
"Ooooooh God!" he gasped.
Mother and daughter had quickly become an expert cocksucking team. They complimented one another, taking turns licking his balls and sucking his purple cock-knob. Kristen was doing the sucking, her head moving steadily up and down, while their mother tended to his balls, lapping at them with her tongue and drawing them up into her mouth.
Helen slowly worked her way up the cockshaft, trailing her lips sensuously over the gnarled veins until her mouth reached Kristen's, then Kristen slid her lips down the other side and Helen took ova sucking Jason's cock.
For Helen it was another opportunity to give her son's cock the benefit of her experience and sophistication. Easing it gently into her mouth, she swirled her tongue over the prick-head. Jason grunted and stirred responsively, which told her that she was getting through to him. She hoped that Jason would appreciate her superior skills as a sex partner. Though resigned to the necessity of having to share him, she hoped that in the future he would give her the greater portion of his time.
Kristen, of course, had the same idea. She had twisted herself around, almost into a sixty-nine position, to get a better angle at her brother's balls. She was lapping away at them eagerly, savoring their musky odor and doing her best to drive him wild. Now she felt her brother's hand sliding up between her thighs. Shifting her weight a little, she spread her legs to give him easy access. Her pussy-lips tingled and swelled as he brushed his fingertips against them. As he continued to stroke her cunt, Kristen felt a shudder run through her lower body, as if an orgasm were only moments away -- even though her brother had scarcely begun to touch her.
"Oh, Jason!" she moaned, leaving off licking his balls for just a moment. "That's fantastic! I love it, I love it! Stick your fingers right up my clit!"
Jason peered down at his sister's crotch.
"Let eat your pussy, Kristen! I'm really hungry for it!"
Kristen murmured her agreement. Wriggling herself around, she swung her leg across Jason's chest and positioned herself above his eager face.
Jason smacked his lips in anticipation. He evidently loved eating pussy and seemed to regard his sister's pussy as especially appealing.
But even while Kristen was maneuvering herself into place, she continued her sensuous effort, along with her mother, to pleasure Jason's cock and balls with her mouth. The feeling of Jason's steely prick pulsating in her mouth made Kristen all the more horny and ready to come.
With a desperate need, she rubbed her dripping pussy against his face. She felt him work his tongue into her juicy, hot hole. Her pussy-lips spread apart, flattening against his cheeks, and Jason thrust his tongue deep into her quivering, creaming cunt-gash.
Kristen responded almost at once. As soon as his probing tongue had reamed out her sensitive cunt, she suddenly felt an intense wave of orgasm thundering through her.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried, throwing back her head. "Oh, Mom, he did it! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh God, oh God!"
Helen straightened up and sat back on her heels, a blank expression on her face. She watched her daughter impassively as the lovely girl shuddered and shrieked in the throes of an orgasm. Naturally Helen felt left out. As a mother, she was pleased that her daughter was experiencing such intense gratification, but as a woman -- and as Jason's lover -- she was filled with envy. She longed to feel her son's hot mouth pa her awn hungry pussy.
"Morn, it feels so good!" Kristen moaned. "I've never come so hard in my life!"
With a pang of annoyance, Helen realized that her daughter was deliberately taunting her, rubbing it in that she was the one Jason had gotten off first. Disguising her true feelings, Helen smiled sweetly and looked past Kristen to her on.
"Jason? Honey?"
"Yeah, Mom?" His voice was somewhat muffled by his sister's body.
"Jason, would you do that for me? Will you eat my pussy, too?"
"Of course I will, Mom. I'll be finished here in just second."
Kristen frowned slightly and wiggled her ass in a degrading way. Jason resumed his noisy slurping at the still-gushing fountain of her pussy. Kristen closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure. She rotated her hips in a sensuous circle, working her pussy-lips against her brother's busy mouth.
Helen found herself unconsciously imitating her daughter's movements, rotating her own hips in a tight circle. She was dying to have Jason put his mouth on her pussy, but she didn't intend to interfere with Kristen's enjoyment.
Jason apparently sensed his mother's impatience. Still slurping at Kristen's cunt, he reached out with his free hand and stroked his mother's thigh reassuringly. Helen patted the back of his hand.
And now Kristen began to relax, her orgasm nearly finished. Jason gingerly cased her ass away from his glistening mouth. To avoid letting her down too abruptly, he slid his fingers into her gaping fuck-hole and gave her a quick hand-job. When at last she moved away from him and lay down at the foot of the bed, Jason turned his head and looked invitingly at his mother.
Helen responded at once, moving eagerly toward the head of the bed. Grasping the headboard for support, she swung her leg over his chest and straddled his broad shoulders, gazing down into his blue eyes. She wanted to be able to watch his face while he was eating her out.
Helen pulled her pussy-lips apart and pressed her cunt down over Jason's mouth. When she felt her son's tongue slide up into her fuck-hole and lick at her sensitive clit, she literally jumped.
"My darling!" she gasped. "Oh, lick it, baby! Lick your mother's clit?"
The frustration she had experienced while watching her daughter's climax now made her own pleasure all the more intense. Her body shivered and shook with every quick thrust of Jason's tongue, and soon Helen surrendered herself completely to the fiery passion burning in her dint. She had completely forgotten about everything except the awesome pleasure of being eaten out by her very own son.
Kristen lay at the foot of the bed, watching her mother and brother. His cock was still standing straight up from his groin, and Kristen reached out and stroked it. She wondered how long he could maintain his hard-on. While they were sucking it, he had been close to shooting off. When he did, Kristen wanted to be the one to catch the rush of jism -- either in her mouth or in hr pussy.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kristen quickly crawled up behind her mother and sat back of Jason's thighs. His big prick pressed against her soft, rounded belly, and she gently rubbed it with her pussy to coat it with her lubricating juices. Rising up on her knees, she arched her back and angled her pelvis to take his incredible cock into her cunt. She reached down between her thighs, grasped his prick and guided it toward her fuck-hole. When she felt the hard cock-knob pressing against her sensitive pussy-lips, she let out a soft squeal. Bobbing gently up and down, she lightly stroked his cockhead with her cunt-lips and slowly but surely worked his cock up into her.
While Kristen was busy easing herself down on his big cock, Jason continued to lick and suck his mother's cunt. Helen was holding her pussy-lips apart and thrusting her clit against his mouth and tongue. She was hardly aware that her daughter had climbed up behind her, and scarcely noticed when Kristen placed her hands on her shoulders to steady herself while she fucked Jason.
With a sudden hard thrust, Kristen jammed herself dawn onto her brother's prick. She felt her inner organs shift to make room for the enormous, pulsing cock that split her pussy like a wedge.
"Jesus!" Kristen cried. "Every time I fuck this cock it seems to get bigger and bigger."
She could feel the hairy hardness of his crotch grinding against her clit. She wriggled her round white ass and relished the delightful sensations that her movements sent shivering through her body. Her brother's magnificent cock was like some squirt of unholy monument, thrusting up inside of her with the rigidity of burning rock.
Jason began fucking her, bouncing his pelvis up and down and ramming his massive prick again id again into his sister's voluptuous body. With all his jerking about, his mother nearly lost her balance, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her tight, sucking her pussy with redoubled fervor. His sister bounced up and down on his gleaming, cunt splitting cock.
All three people, mother and children, were writhing with ecstasy, clearly craving the blessed release pf a mind-blowing simultaneous orgasm.
Helen achieved the first orgasmic thrill when her delectable pussy began to convulse around her son's talented, sucking mouth. The gorgeous, sex-crazed woman nearly smothered the boy as she crushed her sapping pussy into his face. Screaming, she grabbed his hair and cramming her clit into his mouth, clutching at him as though she couldn't decide whether to make him swallow her pussy or try to jam his whole head into her cunt. At the same time, Kristen's agonized pussy was succumbing to the exquisite torture provide by Jason's rampaging prick. Her clit and her brain sparked simultaneously. The helpless tin shrieked in apparent agony as her brother's pounding, jabbing prick sent sudden shock waves of unbearable pleasure shooting through her cunt.
Frantically, desperately, her hair flying, Kristen answered each of her brother's thrusts with a slamming down-stroke of her own. She was practically out of her mind, hell-bent on draining the last bit of pleasure from the nerve tingling orgasm that possessed and controlled her.
And then Jason began to bellow in horny triumph. With his sister's convulsive cunt clamping rhythmically around his cock and his mother's gushing pussy flooding his face with her sweet cunt-juice, Jason responded the only way he could to the quaking organs of the lust crazed mother and daughter. His cock exploded with the most incredible ejaculation that any of them had ever known or imagined. His massive cock gushed and spurted, filling his sister's clinging cunt with a seemingly endless flow of steaming jism. The glistening goo ran down the exposed length of his prick-shaft and collected in his cock-hair. Kristen let out a deep sigh of relief, as though the flood of spunk had somehow soothed the ravaged walls of her burning clit. And Jason continued to gasp and groan.
Kristen relaxed a little as the last waves of her orgasm faded away. She reached down and dabbled her fingers in the puddle of jism in Jason's groin, then put her fingers to her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, sucking up the jizz. "That's so tasty!"
Sighing happily, she eased herself off his cock and collapsed in exhaustion at the foot of the bed. At the same moment, her mother climbed down from her position over Jason's face and stretched out beside him. Helen stroked his chest with maternal tenderness and kissed him fondly on the cheek. Kristen, for her part, reached out and fondled his still-oozing prick.
"My darling brother," she murmured. "That was simply the greatest fuck I've ever had in my life!"
"My darling son," his mother whispered, nuzzling his ear. "I feel exactly the same about the way you ate my pussy!"
Jason smiled wearily. "There, you see? We can all have fun together. No need for arguments or jealousy."
"Right," his mother said. "Kristen and I will just have to take turns with you. We'll work out a schedule."
Kristen giggled. "Me in the morning and Mom at night! Endless sucking and fucking!"
"Now wait a minute!" Jason laughed. "I don't know that I'm up for all of that!"
"You're up for something right now," Kristen said. She had noticed that his prick was getting hard again in her gently stroking hand.
"Oh, good," Helen said, propping herself up on one elbow. "You suck his cock until it's hard again, Kristen, then I get to fuck him this time."
"Okay, Mom," Kristen said, moving toward his prick, "you've got a deal."
Soon the three of them were at it again, fucking and sucking to their hearts' content. They became so involved in what they were doing that they completely lost track of the time. They failed to notice that Eleanor had returned home from her shopping trip.
Eleanor stood in the doorway, watching the energetic threesome going at it on Jason's bed. She felt neither shock nor surprise. Only disappointment.
She turned away and went to her own room.
Chapter Ten
Eleanor woke up the next morning with a new sense of determination. She got out of bed and, slipping into her bathrobe, padded across the hall to take a shower. She felt that it was time for her to make a decision.
As she stood beneath the shower and lathered her mature and voluptuous body, she thought about the things she had seen the night before. She thought about her grandson, Jason, and his huge cock as she pressed the bar of soap against the swollen lips of her pussy. With a throaty sigh, she gently finger-fucked herself, stoking the fire of lust that had smoldered inside her ever since sle learned about the relationship between Jason and his mother.
But as she brought herself closer to orgasm, feeling the fire building to an inferno, she stopped and pressed her hands against her pussy. Eleanor knew that it would take more than her own finger to make her feel like a woman again. She needed a cock. She needed a cock more than she had ever deeded one before.
Ever since sucking off Jason in the guest room, Eleanor had felt liberated from the doubts and inhibitions that had bothered her before. Now she felt free to pursue her own erotic needs, to satisfy her own sensual longings. After a lifetime of giving, it was time for her to start taking. And Eleanor knew exactly what she wanted.
Jason. Her grandson. Her handsome, virile, incredibly well-hung grandson.
Eleanor rinsed the soap from her body, shut off the water, and stepped out of the shower stall. As she wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel, she realized that she had made her decision. She was now determined to fuck her grandson.
The anticipation was tantalizing. Eleanor could feel her desire building with each passing moment. She was tempted to stroll across the hall to Jason's bedroom, her naked body dripping wet, and fuck him right then and there. But that wasn't the way she wanted it to happen.
Eleanor returned to the guest room. After drying and brushing her gorgeous hair, she applied just the right touch of make-up. Finally, she slipped into her sheer pink dressing gown and belted it tightly at the waist, leaving the lapels wide open to expose a generous gulf of her cleavage. She took a last glance at herself in the mirror and observed, that she had never looked more beautiful and sexy.
With a confident smile on her face, she left the room and stroke purposefully down the hall to her grandson's bedroom. She tapped lightly on the door and entered without waiting for a response. Jason was still in bed, only half awake, and apparently naked beneath a single sheet. He looked up at his grandmother in surprise, and Eleanor was pleased at the approving way he hungrily eyed her body. She smiled.
"Good morning, dear."
"Uh -- morning, Grandma."
Eleanor walked over and sat down on the side of his bed. She crossed one leg over the other. The lower part of the dressing gown fell away and revved the golden expanse of a beautifully tapered, thigh.
"Did you sleep well, dear?"
"Yeah, like a log." Jason shifted his position to get better look at his grandmother's legs and his stiffening cock sprang to attention, raising the sheet above his crotch like a tent pole.
"Oh, my goodness!" Eleanor gasped, reaching out and stroking his prick through the sheet. "Have you been having those horny thoughts again?"
"You're giving me some pretty horny thoughts right now, Grandma."
"Am I, dear? Well, let me see." She drew the sheet away from Jason's body and exposed the naked glory of his huge prick. She gasped in delight and anticipation.
"God, it's so big," she murmured, aroused once again by the astonishing size and rigidity of it. Leaning forward, she took the huge cock-head into her mouth, closing her lips around it.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, sucking the meaty cock-shaft with her lips while teasing and licking the sensitive head with her tongue.
As Eleanor leaned sideways across the bed, the lower part of her dressing gown fell open and revealed the naked bush of her pussy. She could feel Jason's eyes on her body as she slid her lips down over his cock, taking it deep into her mouth until the cock-head pressed against the back of her throat.
And just as before, the forbidden thrill of blowing her own grandson aroused the inner fires of her own secret desire. She could feel her pussy creaming as she continued the blow-job, holding his cock with both hands as she sucked it hard, her head bobbing steadily up and don.
She heard her grandson mumble something, and the she felt him shifting his position on the bed. A instant later, she felt his hand touch her thigh. It slid upward, and then slipped between her legs.
While continuing to suck his cock, Eleanor spread her legs apart to let him know that she welcomed his attention to her pussy. In fact, it was what she craved most.
Jason used his fingertips to gently separate the juicy, swollen lips of his grandmother's pussy. Then, with the tip of his middle finger, he fucked at the nub of her throbbing clit.
"Aggghhhh!" Eleanor groaned, her mouth full of hr grandson's pulsing prick. The touch of his probing finger on her clit had sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through her whole lower body.
Eleanor was sprawled across her grandson's legs and her position was somewhat uncomfortable, but she didn't really mind. She was having too much fun sucking his cock while he caressed her wet pussy. She alternated sucking his prick while running the tip of her tongue around the cock-head. She shivered every time he touched her clit.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned. Her dressing gown was still belted tightly, but loose enough up from that one of her big firm tits had spilled out into the open Eleanor reached down, scooped it up and eased it forward, rubbing the stiff nipple against Jason's balls.
"Oooooooh, Grandma!" Jason gasped.
Eleanor shifted her position and moved her thighs farther apart, giving Jason a better angle to fondle and caress her pussy. Jason took full advantage. With his palm turned upward, he worked his two middle fingers between her pussy-lips and thrust them deep into her cunt. He wiggled his fingers around inside her cunt, massaging the sleek inner walls while rubbing her delicate clit with the ball of his thumb.
Eleanor found herself almost swooning with pleasure at the way her grandson was stroking and finger-fucking her pussy. It felt so good that she almost couldn't stand it, and for a moment she forgot to keep on sucking his prick. She lifted her head, closed her eyes and simply enjoyed what Jason was doing to her pussy. But that wasn't good enough for Jason.
"Grandma, don't stop!" he exclaimed. "Don't stop sucking my cock!"
To Eleanor's surprise. Jason clapped his free hand to the back of her head and pushed her face back into his crotch. Her luscious mouth was suddenly filled again with the head of his ten-inch prick. She gagged slightly as the bulging cock-knob came up against the roof of her mouth and drove down into her throat.
"Suck me, suck me!" Jason cried.
Her grandson's pleas and the roughness of his manner were shocking to her. Eleanor suddenly felt as though Jason were taking her for granted. He seemed to regard the superb blow-job she was giving him as something he was entitled to. He obviously intended to come in her mouth, whether she wanted him to or not.
It was her own fault, of course. She realized that Mom invariably took advantage of her -- because she let them, Jason was no exception.
With a sense of resignation, Eleanor pushed his hand away from her pussy. She couldn't let him play with her clit and finger-fuck her anymore because she had to concentrate her full attention on giving him his blow-job.
Turning around and sliding down to the floor, Eleanor knelt beside the bed and stretched out across her grandson's body. She again took his red hot cock-head, into her mouth. As she swirled the tip of her tongue around his piss hole, she tasted the first hot dribble of pungent pre-cum.
"That's it, Grandma!" Jason whispered, running his fingers through her silvery hair. He pulled her head downward again, simultaneously bucking upward with his hips. His prick thrust deep into his grandmother's mouth, and she ha no choice but to deep-throat him.
It required all of Eleanor's concentration to keep from gagging on her grandson's massive prick. She almost choked as the huge cock-knob invaded her throat. When Jason shoved his prick even deeper, she felt as if something in her throat tore apart.
She wanted to let her grandson know that he was hurting her. Wrapping her hands around the shaft of his cock, she lifted her head against the pressure of his hands and gradually eased his cock-head out of her throat.
"Grandma, that's so good!" Jason cried, evidently unaware of the pain that he had caused her. "It feels so fantastic!"
Since Eleanor was now holding his cock with both hands, Jason wasn't able to shove so much of it down her throat. She could suck it in comfort, without pain and without choking an it, and this she proceeded to do, with renewed satisfaction. The desire that had earlier filled her loins now returned in a rush of cunt-creaming lust.
Eleanor swirled her tongue against her grandson's swollen cock-head and sucked it hard, mashing her lips against her upper fist. Jason was still forcing her head up and down and jamming his cockhead into her mouth, but he was no longer hurting her. As a result, Eleanor was truly enjoying sucking his cock.
"Suck me, Grandma!" Jason gasped, his voice a hash whisper. "Suck me, Grandma, suck me!"
Eleanor tasted more of his salty pre-cum, and it delighted her. She was hungry to swallow his full load of jism, eager to thrill with ecstasy as his body exploded beneath her and liquid blasts of jism gushed into her mouth.
Jason went crazy with lust. His eyes were clenched shut, his face contorted with tension. Clutching handfuls of his grandmother's hair, he jerked her head up and down even more forcibly than before, thrusting his prick-head into her mouth and mashing her mouth against her tightly fist.
Eleanor grunted, again experiencing pain. She just couldn't get used to her grandson's roughness. Her huge tits were swinging back and forth, banging against the side of the bed as Jason pushed her head up and down over his throbbing cock.
"Argghhhh!" she groaned, gasping for breath.
At that moment, Eleanor decided that she had suffered enough at the hands of her grandson. There was simply no reason to tolerate such inconsiderate behavior. She was his grandmother, after all, and therefore entitled to a measure of respect.
Angrily pushing his hands away, Eleanor straightened up and pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"That's enough!" she exclaimed sternly. Jason gasped at her in surprise.
"What?"
"Don't you realize you're hurting me?"
"Huh?"
Her eyes were blazing as she flexed her aching knees and climbed awkwardly to her feet, her big tits swinging. The dressing gown was hiked up around her waist.
"Now you just listen to me," she said. She fumbled with the tightly knotted belt, trying to untie it while continuing to speak to Jason. "You and I have an agreement. I accept that. I love getting you off, I love sucking your cock. But, Jason, you have to realize that I have feelings too. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes, Grandma," Jason said. "I'm really sorry if I hurt you. I sure didn't mean to."
The horny young man seemed stunned and surprised by his grandmother's sudden anger -- and maybe a little concerned that she might walk out on him and leave him with a big hard-on on his hands.
"I hope you mean that, Jason."
"I do, Grandma, I really do! I'm sorry if I hurt you!"
"Well all right."
Eleanor had succeeded in untying her belt. With a show of nonchalance, she opened the front of the dressing gown. When she saw her grandson's face light up, she shrugged the garment off and let it fall to the floor. She placed her hands on her hips and struck a provocative pose.
"Then tell me something, Jason. Do you find me attractive? Do you think I have a sexy body?"
Jason sat up in bed.
"God, yes!" he exclaimed, gaping incredulously.
"Grandma, you've got the most gorgeous body I've ever seen!"
Eleanor experienced a sudden rush of delight, and the last of her anger completely drained away. "Do you really mean that, dear?"
"Do I ever!" Jason cried, climbing out of bed and moving toward her. "Jesus, Grandma! You've got the biggest and sexiest tits in the world!"
Lowering her eyes, Eleanor swept her hands up under her tits and lifted them up, holding them out like a pair of fat white pillows.
"They're not as firm as they used to be," she said.
"Oh hell," Jason said. "I just love the way they hank down so full and round."
Eleanor smiled. Releasing her tits, she slid her hands down to her crotch.
"What about my pussy?" she asked shyly.
"Your pussy is gorgeous!"
"You know, Jason, it's been an awfully long time since -- since a man went down on me."
"I don't believe this," Jason said, slipping his arm around her waist. He guided her toward the bed. "Do you know how long I've dreamed about going down on you?"
"Really, Jason? Really?" She stretched out on the bed.
"Yes, of course," Jason said, shaking his head as he mounted the foot of the bed. "That's the trouble with so many families, there's not enough communication."
"Jason, that's so true."
Eleanor lay back on the pillow, a smile lighting her lovely face, and peered down between the billowing mounds of her tits. Her grandson, crouching between her thighs, had lowered his head down into her crotch and was eagerly licking and lapping at the hot, blood engorged lips of her pussy.
"Oooooh, baby!" she moaned, her head rolling back on the pillow. "That feels wonderful!"
The touch of a young man's tongue on her pussy was something she hadn't experienced in years, and it was sending shivers of ecstasy rippling though her whole body. She could hardly control herself when Jason worked his tongue up between her pussy-lips and licked the soft inner walls of her cunt.
"Gahhhhh!" she gasped. "Oh, baby!"
Jason growled as he jammed his tongue as deep as he could into his grandmother's cunt. Eleanor could feel his hot breath on her clit as he opened his mouth wide and lapped up the pussy-juice that was flooding her hairy cunt.
Eleanor reached back with both arms and grasped tie headboard of the bed. Her huge tits bobbled like white puddings as orgasmic shudders racked her body. Her grandson had begun sucking her clit, drawing it between his lips and flailing it with the tip of his tongue. Waves of fire rippled through her magnificent body, and she felt as though she might come at any moment.
"Eat we, baby!" she whispered. "Eat your grandmas pussy!"
Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the headboard more tightly, arching her back and lifting her big tits higher. Her taut brown nipples stood up hard and erect, tingling with desire, the areolas covered with goose-bumps. Her mouth hung open slackly as she rolled her head frot side to side, her silvery hair plastered against her sweaty forehead.
Eleanor gasped for breath. Her grandson was sucking her pussy with ever-increasing fury. Jason was thrusting his tongue deep into his grandmother's pussy, then drawing it up over her clit. He lapped at her clit repeatedly, tantalizing it with the tip of his tongue, causing Eleanor to writhe and twist and thrash around on the bed.
Jason slid his hands across his grandmother's thighs, sending chills down her spine, and continued to slurp up the flood of juice that was gushing from her seething pussy. He moved his hands lower, squeezing the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and he pressed his fingertips against the outer lips of her pussy. As he continued to suck on the nibbling of her swollen clit, he eased his middle fingers into her quivering fuck-hole.
His grandmother's pussy was so well lubricated with her pussy-juice that his fingers entered her easily. Jason sank his fingers into her cunt until his knuckles came up against her pussy-lips. Twisting his fingers around, he finger-fucked her cunt while sucking her clit, working it between his lips and flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.
Eleanor gasped. Gazing downward, she trembled as she saw Jason bobbing his head up and down, sucking her pussy and licking her clit as he finger-fucked her cunt with firm, quick thrusts of his hand. She flexed her pussy muscles around his fingers and heard him grunt in response.
She let her head drop back between her arms but retained her grip on the headboard. She could feel her cunt burning more and more intensely from all the incredible things her grandson was doing to her. The tongue and fingers fucking ix and out of her pussy were driving her crazy, provoking a deep desire to experience the ultimate release. And she was almost there.
"Oh God, baby -- I think I'm going to come!"
The words were scarcely out of her mouth when Eleanor began to tremble. Her body shuddered so violently that it looked as if she might even have a convulsion. Every muscle, went rigid. For one protracted moment, as she hung on the brink of a great orgasm, the sensation of fullness in her pussy was so profound it was agonizing.
And then she climaxed. The sudden relief was so complete that she flung her head back and howled with joy.
Jason whipped his fingers frantically back and forth, jerking her off while he sucked and tongued hr pussy. A splash of hot fuck-juice gushed from her cunt as her body shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm. Jason clamped his mouth tight to her pussy and noisily slurped up the flood of her cunt-juice, his face and nose and forehead shining with a mixture of her fluids and his own sweat.
Eleanor continued to yell, bouncing her shapely ass up and down, slamming her pussy against her grandson's mouth. Her fat tits shivered wildly on her chest, quaking like big bowls of jelly. Her pussy convulsed spasmodically around Jason's tongue and fingers, and her sizzling clit throbbed like the center of an earthquake.
After what seemed like an eternity, the spasms began to subside. Eleanor relaxed and sank back down on the bed, releasing her grip on the headboard and letting her arms flop down at her sides. The sheets were soaked with sweat and her female fuck-juices, but she felt a final trickle of juice came oozing out of her exhausted and utterly satisfied cunt.
"Lord!" she gasped with a weary sigh. "Jason, my darling, that was wonderful! You're simply the best lover I have ever had!"
Jason lifted his face from between his grandmother's thighs and propped himself up on his elbows. He gave her a groggy smile. His mouth and chin were gleaming with her gooey cunt juice, and he licked it off and smacked his lips to show her how much he liked the flavor.
"Baby," she said, extending an arm and lightly caressing his cheek, "that was so satisfying -- and you haven't even come yet, have you?"
"Nope." He shook his head.
"All right then, baby. You just climb right up here and fuck your grandmother. And I'll just bet you're going to love it."
It was what she had been dreaming of, and now it was really going to happen. She raised her knees and placed her feet flat on the mattress forming an inviting valley of silky flesh for her handsome grandson to lie in. She could hardly wait for him to mount her.
Jason couldn't wait either. He quickly climbed up on top of her and knelt between her thighs so that his massive red cock extended directly toward her pussy mound. Then he braced himself and took hold of his prick, angling it downward and pressing the huge, mushroom-shaped cock-head against the pink and gleaming lips of his grandmother's pussy.
"That's it, baby, put it in!" she murmured, her eyes bright with lust as she stared down at her grandson's big prick. "I can't wait to feel it inside me!"
"I feel like I might come too quick," Jason said as he eased the knob of his cock between her cunt-lips.
"That's all right, baby. That's all right."
Eleanor lay back with a contented sigh as Jason pushed himself forward. She could feel his muscular forearms pressing against the sides of her bulging tits. And then she experienced the marvelous sensation of having his mammoth cock sliding into her yielding pussy, stretching the tender cunt-lips, tantalizing her tingling, burning clit.
It was all that Eleanor had hoped for, and more. She gripped her grandson's forearms with her hands as she lifted her legs in eager anticipation.
"Fuck me, baby!" she whispered. "Fuck my pussy!"
With a grunt, Jason thrust forward, and Eleanor felt his hipbones press against her inner thighs as his cock sank into her hot wet cunt. His balls nestled snugly in the sweaty valley between her asscheeks.
The lovely older woman closed her eyes and moaned softly, content to let her well-hung grandson fuck her hot pussy any way that suited him. But Jason had learned his lesson. Though earlier he had rammed his cock down her throat so roughly that it hurt her, now he was fucking her pussy with the utmost tenderness, screwing her with gentle strokes of his prick and never jamming it into her as though he were stabbing her with it. With each deep stroke, he eased his body forward, moving his hips in a circle and using his massive prick to pleasure the molten depths of his grandmother's luscious pussy.
For Eleanor it was absolute heaven. Her was giving her the sweetest fuck she had ever had in her life. She wondered why she had put it off for so long. Her responsibility as family matriarch, her sense of propriety, the need to set an example for her daughter -- all of it seemed unimportant when compared with the joy of being fucked so beautifully by her loving grandson. Her only regret would be having to leave him when her visit with the family was over.
"Uhhhhh!" Jason suddenly groaned. "Grandma, I'm gonna come!"
He increased the tempo of his fucking, jerking his hips back and forth and working his cock-head between his grandmother's cunt-lips.
Eleanor looked up into his face. Lifting her legs still higher, she wiggled her ass at him, matching her movements to his own pelvic thrusts, and immediately provoking the reaction she desired. Jason began to come.
Hot spurts of jism gushed from his pistoning prick and flooded into her pussy. Eleanor felt it splashing against the ravished walls of her cunt, filling her body with simmering heat, transporting her to a new level of erotic satisfaction.
Again and again and again, Jason thrust his rock-hard cock into his grandmother's hairy pussy, fucking the beautiful older woman for as long as he possibly could.
Eleanor grunted repeatedly, thrusting her hips against him, bracing herself against the headboard as her sex-crazed grandson exhausted himself, fucking her pussy with his gushing, pumping prick until he finally couldn't fuck any more.
"Ohhhhh!" he sighed, the groan fading out as his grandmother's tight pussy milked the last drops of jism from his cock. "Oh, Grandma!"
He tumbled sideways, gasping for breath, and collapsed beside his grandmother. His cock was still big and bloated with blood, but it as rapidly softening and getting smaller. Jason lay motionless beside her and slowly recovered from the effects of their mind-blowing fuck.
Eleanor gently brushed the moist hair from her grandson's forehead. "Jason?"
"Yes, Grandma?"
"Jason, we have to talk."
"We do?"
"Yes, dear. About the family. You know it isn't right for you to be fucking your mother and sister."
"Yeah I know, Grandma. They've really been wearing me out. I don't know how much longer I an go on."
"Have you told either of them about our little arrangement?"
"Oh, no, Grandma -- not a word!"
"Good. Then maybe I've got a solution to the problem. How would you like to come and stay with, me for a while?"
"Well I don't know," Jason said, smiling devilishly. "Would we still have the same arrangement?"
"You bet your boots we would!" Eleanor laughed. "You could fuck me any time you wanted!"
"Wow!" Jason exclaimed. "That'd be great! I'd fuck your every day and twice on Sunday!"
"Twice on Sunday, huh? Jason, that sounds marvelous. So tell me -- is it a deal?"
"You better believe it," he said, rising from the bed. "I'll get started packing right now!"
"Wait second, Jason. Not so fast. Aren't you forgetting something?"
