It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mats of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is eyen more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live out boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this stow, 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 to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
MOTHER WAS BEST a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"Hi," Karen said as she walked into the garage where Billy was fooling around with his old car.
"Oh, hi," Billy said, trying to hide the pleasure he felt when he saw Karen.
"How's it coming?" Karen asked the boy.
"Pretty good," he said.
Billy had mixed feelings about Karen's hanging around. He loved looking at her. She was gorgeous seventeen, stacked, with golden hair streaming down her shoulders. But she was also older than Billy and she went to college. The boy didn't think he had a chance.
But he couldn't help, staring at her big tits. And she always wore a snug jersey without a bra. He could watch her nipples appearing and disappearing as they stiffened and softened.
Billy knew that Karen liked showing off her body. She would give him funny looks when she caught him staring, open mouthed at her jugs.
"Is your father here?" Billy asked.
"I don't know. He was, but I think he went somewhere with your mother."
Being alone with this chick was torture for the boy. He would think of her at night as he jerked off. He would promise himself that the next time they were alone together he would try to kiss her. But he always lost his nerve.
Now Karen was sitting on the hood of the car while Billy played around under the dashboard. With the opened garage door behind her, Billy could see the silhouette of Karen's tits though her jersey. Hi cock inflated and throbbed painfully in his jeans.
Karen was home for the summer. And like every summer since his mother and Karen's father began going together, Billy lived in constant horniness.
Billy had some experience with girls. But it had been limited to a few feels in the movie theater. Once he grabbed a chick's crotch, but only through her underpants, so the mysteries of a cunt were unsolved.
And now with Karen hanging around he was doomed to more agonizing horniness.
In despair, Billy stuck his head under the dashboard again. It was hot under there and he kept banging his head, but he had to get the radio hooked up. After all, what good was a car if the radio didn't work?
Besides, looking at Karen was just making things worse.
But when Billy felt the girl slide into the seat beside him, he pulled his head out. He banged his head again, but pretended he didn't so he wouldn't look foolish.
Karen had never acted like this before, Billy thought. And he wondered what she had in mind.
Billy had to brush against her to get up. As he did, he felt her tits against his arm. They were so firm and soft that even that quick feel made him dizzy.
Billy tried to tell himself he should put his arm around her and kiss her. But as that thought entered his head he got so nervous he was afraid he wouldn't be able to speak. But just being so close to Karen was intoxicating. He could smell her sweet odor and feel the heat of her body.
"A professor of mine at school said I was a classic beauty," Karen said. "Do you think that's true?"
Billy hated it when Karen talked about college. He felt even younger than he was when she talked about college. And he was only two years younger than her.
"Yeah, I guess you are," Billy replied.
"Do you really think so?"
"Yeah, I really do," Billy said.
He wished he could tell her what he really thought of her, that she was the sexiest chick he knew and that he thought of her all the time when he jerked off.
"Haven't you ever wanted to kiss me?" Karen asked.
Billy knew that his shock showed on his face. He felt his cheeks flush and his eyebrows shoot up. But he couldn't believe that Karen was offering to neck with him.
"I always want to kiss you," Billy said.
He surprised himself with his frankness. But he was desperate. What would Karen do next, he wondered?
When he saw her lean toward him, thrusting her face into his, Billy felt a bolt of lust shoot through him. He leaned toward her and kissed her.
Karen had the softest lips he'd ever kissed. And she kept pressing them to his then her mouth opened.
Billy opened his own mouth and met Karen's tongue with his own. Then their arms were around each other. Karen's tits were crushed over his chest.
Although he felt foolish for making Karen take the initiative, Billy was bursting with joy. And he was getting hotter than he ever had with the girls his own age in the movie theater. He was dying to grab one of her jugs. But he was still too scared. Suddenly, Karen pulled her face from his.
"I love to French kiss!" she said.
Billy had never heard a girl talk like that. And he began to have hopes that his fantasies would wine true that afternoon.
He buried his face in Karen's neck, nibbling and licking. She clung to him, keeping her tits in contact with his chest. Although Billy was afraid she would stop him, his hand began moving up her side to where one tit bulged. His heart raced as his fingers met the bottom of the swelling. He paused. Then when Karen didn't stop him, he brought his hand lightly over one gigantic mound of her tit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Karen hummed as Billy's fingers sank into her tit flesh.
She wasn't going to stop him Billy realized. Her tits were his. And he made the mast of it. Through her jersey he could enjoy the heavy softness of her boob. She had let her body sink into the car seat, so her tits were now free to be explored. Sticking his tongue in Karen's ear, Billy examined her nipple.
He held it between his thumb and finger like a marble. It was like a gum drop he thought as he squeezed it.
"Ow, not so hard," Karen said.
Billy felt like a jerk for hurting her. But his passion still outshone his awkwardness.
He let go of the nipple and grabbed the whole jug again. The nipple was now pressing firmly into his palm. Billy kissed Karen's mouth again, tasting her sweet saliva.
While she was gagged with his tongue, Billy took his hand from her tit just long enough to slip it under her jersey. Then he took her naked tit into his hand. Holding her boob without the barrier of her jersey in the way was so much more exciting. Billy could hardly believe it.
If holding her tits was so exciting, Billy couldn't imagine what it would be like to actually fuck her. But he was dying to find out.
After spending so much time staring at Karen's tits, feeling them was an amazing treat. Billy lifted them, pressed them, and moved them around in circles. They were firm, but their great weight caused then to sag just the slightest bit.
Karen had put her hand on Billy's thigh. And she was moving it to his crotch slowly as she rubbed and caressed it. Billy prayed that she would grab the lump that his stiff prick was making in his crotch.
"I like the way you feel my tits," Karen said. "It's making me so excited!"
Billy couldn't believe this chick. Were all college girls so bold, he wondered? And did that mean she was going to let him fuck her?
After handling her tits for a while, Billy felt an irresistible desire to get his mouth around them. That seemed like the next logical step on his way to getting fucked anyway.
Billy let go of the tit he'd been playing with and began lifting the front of her jersey. But the garment was too snug to lift it over her tits easily. But just when he began tugging a little too hard, Karen helped. Sitting up, she raised her jersey over the bulging mass of her tits.
Billy gasped as he looked down at those white mounds of beautiful flesh. Her nipples were dark brown. The curve of the boobs was the most beautiful shape Billy had ever seen.
When he came to his senses, he dropped his face to Karen's chest. Karen sat back again with a sigh.
"Oh, Billy," she gasped with genuine passion.
Billy began gobbling up her tits hungrily. He would take one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it. Then, opening wider, he stuffed as much of the tit into his mouth as he could. Then he moved to the other jug and did the same thing. When that lost its thrill, he buried his face between them and kissed the undersides of her globes.
Karen had wrapped her arms around Billy's head, holding his face tightly to her boobs.
"That feels great, Billy!" she cried. "Ohhhhhh."
While moving his mouth over that range of soft mountains, Billy let his hand fall into Karen's lap. He thought he felt her thighs sag open slightly, but he couldn't be sure. In any case, knowing that his hand was only inches from her cunt was exciting.
Billy kept his mouth busy sucking her tits while his fingers slipped between her thighs. Immediately, he felt the moist heat of her cunt. And even though her twat was protected by her jeans he knew he could make her feel his fingers poking at her tender snatch.
Billy brought his fingers to the crotch of Karen's jeans the material there was doubled and stitched so he couldn't enjoy the softness he knew was there. But he pressed his fingers into her cunt in hopes that it would make Karen more willing to let him explore.
"Ummmmm," she sighed and hugged Billy's head tighter.
Billy thought he could feel some of the soft mound of her cunt under the pants, but feeling her cunt though all that material would never satisfy him. He had to get his hand in there.
Billy lifted his face from Karen's tits and kissed her mouth again. Then with his tongue deep in her mouth he reached for the button that held her pants closed.
This was a big step, if she stopped him, Billy would be shattered. But if he got away with it, it would be the greatest experience of his life.
The button opened with a pop. Her pants were so tight that they seemed to be relieved to be opened. And Karen didn't stop him when he put his hand on all the flesh that was now available to him.
Billy explored the smooth skin of Karen's belly. It seemed so wonderful to be making progress.
Billy found her belly button and he dipped a finger into it. But it wasn't long before his fingers were sliding toward more exciting territory. He met the top of her underpants. The nylon under his fingers seemed to promise him that he could caress her cunt.
But by the time Billy slipped his fingers into her panties, his heart was pounding so violently that he was afraid she might hear it.
Billy moved his fingers down her belly inside her panties until he felt the curly hair of her twat. That was more than the boy had ever got from any of the girls he usually necked with. And Karen still hadn't raised a finger to stop him. Could it be that she wanted to get fucked?
But as Billy tried to reach more interesting areas of her cunt, namely, her slot, he found that her jeans prevented him. Although they were wide opened, the crotch of the jeans still hugged Karen's cunt tightly. Pressing his hand in as far as he could, Billy could only just touch the very top of her crack.
With his finger tucked into the top of her gash, Karen began squirming like a fish on a hook. Billy couldn't believe it. He knew that if he could only get at her twat, she wouldn't be able to resist letting him probe it.
But in his excitement, Billy tried too hard. He began cramming his hand into her crotch with all his might.
"Hey, wait a minute," Karen gasped.
Billy was so flustered he could hardly control himself. But he knew that if he acted like an animal he wouldn't get anywhere. So he pulled his hand from Karen's pants with deep regrets.
But what happened next made him fell like, an inexperienced, horny kid -- which is what he was.
Karen took the top of her jeans in her hands, lifted her ass from the car seat, and pulled her pants down.
Billy watched in amazement. And when he saw her hairy cunt peeking out from between her milky thighs he bean trembling. This girl was too much. And to think that she'd been around for the last few years and he hadn't even tried to fuck her before.
"There," Karen said as she put her arms around Billy again.
Billy kissed her again. But he couldn't think about what his mouth and tongue were doing. His hand went to the now naked crotch. As he combed his fingers through her cunt's curls, Karen spread her legs.
Billy wrapped his hand around the curve of her pussy. He could feel the wet slot hot on his palm. The mound was plump and soft and the hair tickled his hand. But when he bent his middle finger, sending it into her wet lips, Billy knew his dreams were coming true.
He'd thought a lot about what it would be like to finger a chick. He'd heard some of his friends tell about their experiences, and he studied the pictures of cunt's that he had in some magazines. But none of that prepared him for the glory of a living twat.
It was surprisingly wet and slippery in there. Billy knew that the juice meant that Karen was excited and that it would let him slip his prick in there easily.
He explored every nook and crease of flesh within her tender lips. Sending his finger up Karen's deep cave let him get a preview of what it might be like to get his cock up there. But he knew that he could only know that supreme joy by actually experiencing it.
What was just as exciting as fingering her was seeing the way she reacted to it. Billy didn't know a girl could get so wildly excited. Even when Billy jerked off in the midst of an orgasm he didn't squirm and moan like she was now.
"Uhhhhh God, that feels good!" Karen moaned. "Ohhhhh."
Her hips began bucking as though there were a cock in there already. Karen's head was lying back on the back of the seat. Her tits wobbled back and forth. And she kept up a constant wailing of delight.
"Oww ohhhh," she moaned in a quavering voice.
Billy was wild with lust. And as great as it was fingering her, his prick was about to rip though his jeans. He had to free it and get, it into her cunt.
He tried keeping one hand in Karen's crotch while unfastening his pants with the other. But it wasn't working. In the cramped space of the front seat of his old car he just couldn't do it. But he didn't want to pull his finger from Karen's twat. He thought if he did, she might not let him put it back in. Also, it seemed cruel to stop fingering her when she obviously loved it so much.
Billy kept wiggling his finger high up her flowing tunnel, but he didn't give up trying to free his cock with his other hand. But working on his belt buckle made his finger fucking technique suffer.
When his finger began to wiggle slower, Karen grabbed his wrist and held it firmly at her cunt. Then she wiggled her hips more vigorously, rubbing her soaking gash on Billy's hand.
He had to give up trying to get his prick out.
This chick was too much to handle with only one hand.
"Oh, Billy," Karen screamed with a particularly piercing note. "I'm coming!"
Billy was flabbergasted. The idea that a virgin like him had an orgasming chick riding his hand was incredible.
He kept his finger massaging the inner sleeve of Karen's pussy while watching her in stunned amazement. Not only had he never seen anything like it, he'd never even imagined such a sight.
Karen was covered with sweat. Her tits were still exposed and shaking crazily with her passionate gyrations. But it was her hips that excited Billy the most. She was pumping with all her might.
Then, suddenly, she stopped. She slipped Billy's finger from her pussy and lay back gasping.
Then she leaned over against him. She was purring like a kitten. Billy's hand remained resting on her thigh with one of Karen's hands on top of it. But her thighs were now shut tight.
"Ohhh Billy," she cooed. "That was heaven! I've never come like that before."
Billy was thrilled that he'd brought this chick off with a crashing orgasm. But he was still wild for one himself. In fact, he was getting more eager every second.
Now that Karen didn't need his finger any more, Billy began frantically struggling with his belt. He opened it, pulled down his zipper, and began fishing his hard prick out of his underpants.
Karen lifted her head from Billy's shoulder. She was watching his crotch, waiting for his dong to appear.
With shaking hands, Billy pulled down his pants and underpants. Now his prick was standing proudly from its halo of hair. It twitched mightily, its bloated head swinging back and forth with every beat of the boy's heart.
"Wow, it's huge!" Karen gasped. "And look at the way its twitching!"
Billy pulled Karen down on the seat and began to mount her.
"No, Billy, don't," she cried as she struggled to get up.
Billy couldn't believe his ears. Was she going to leave him in this state of insane horniness?
"But I want to fuck you!" he said.
"No. But I'll jerk you off," she said.
Billy's heart was sinking. But having this chick jerk him off was an acceptable consolation. As long as he could shoot his load he would be happy. After all, he'd come a long way from the innocent kid he'd been a half hour before.
Karen sat beside Billy. Billy slumped in the seat looking down at his prick. He saw Karen reach for it with her delicate hand. And when he felt her fingers wrap around the bucking shaft, he couldn't help gasping loudly.
Before sliding the loose skin of his prick back and forth, Karen moved her hand from the tip of his cock to his balls. She squeezed the fat head, ran her fingers lightly down the shaft, then lifted his big ball in her palm.
Billy couldn't keep still. With his prick being handled so well by this sexy chick, he wiggled and bounced his hips. Although he loved how Karen was playing with him, he was eager to feel the rush of an orgasm.
Karen sensed the boy's eagerness. So she grabbed the shaft tightly and began sliding her fist up and down.
"Uh, oh," Billy grunted.
Karen began by giving him short, slow strokes. But before long she was tugging the skin up and down with vigorous thrusts. She dragged the loose skin up over the head of his prick. Then she pulled it down so her hand pressed into his balls.
"Oooo, Karen," Billy gasped. "Ohhh!"
Billy grabbed one of Karen's thighs with one hand. With the other, he held on to the seat.
He was being blasted with intense waves of pleasure. He'd never been able to give himself such a thrill by jerking off. There must have been something about the way Karen did it that was very different. Or maybe it was just the excitement of having fingered her to an orgasm, and the thrill of having her jerking him off rather than doing it himself. After all, just showing Karen his thick, long cock was a great thrill.
Throwing his head back and jerking his hips, Billy felt the gism rushing through his prick. And he heard himself cry out in bliss.
"Wow," Karen cried when she saw the fountain of gism erupting.
She kept jerking though. Billy finally had to grab her hand to stop her when his prick became too tender to take any more.
"Gee, Billy," Karen gushed. "That was wonderful! I've never seen a boy come like..."
Karen's words ended suddenly. Billy looked at her. He saw that she was staring through the windshield. When he followed her gaze, he had a rude shock.
His mother was standing near the front of the car. She looked just as shocked as the kids in the car. Then, without saying a word, she turned and left.
"Holy shit," Billy said. "How long was she standing there?"
"I don't know," Karen said. "But she must have seen what was going on. I hope she doesn't tell my father."
Billy felt better when he realized that Karen was worried about his mother telling her father what she'd seen. If Karen, a college girl, was worried about that, she couldn't be much different from him.
Billy knew that his mother wouldn't do anything about what she'd seen. He knew that his mother and Karen's father were fucking. And if she could fuck, he could certainly get a hand job.
Chapter Two
Ann, Billy's mother, and Jim, Karen's father, were sitting in another front seat. They were driving over to Jim's place. Ann was quiet, thinking about what she'd just seen in the garage. She'd often wondered if anything was going on between those two kids.
Still, it had been a surprise to see her own son in the grip of an orgasm while Karen sat next to him with her fist around his prick.
Of course, Ann couldn't see what was going on in the kids' laps. But the look on their faces and the sounds, they were making was enough to make it clear.
Ann found that thinking about that scene was making her cunt wet. And she wished she could have seen Billy's prick with Karen's hand around it.
Ann ground her ass into the seat. It wouldn't be long now until she had Jim's prick in her cunt, though. And she couldn't wait.
Now that Karen was home from school, Ann and Jim had to take advantage of every bit of privacy they could get. And if Karen and Billy were carrying on, they would be able to get off alone more often.
"Why so quiet?" Jim asked Ann.
She wondered if she should tell Jim about what she'd seen. She couldn't decide. She wouldn't tell him now. Maybe later, though.
"I was just thinking about how nice it's going to feel to get my cunt filled with your hard cock," Ann said.
Jim was quiet now. He didn't like to hear Ann talk like that. That's one reason she did talk like that. Jim was sort of square about fucking, and she loved to tease him.
"Yeah, it will be nice to be in bed with you again," he finally said. "It's been almost a week."
"It's been six days and nine hours," Ann said with a smile. "And I'm dying for it."
Again, Jim remained silent.
By the time they got to Jim's place, Ann was raving with lust. She still could see the expression of passion that Billy's face was contorted in as Karen jerked him off she almost told Jim what she'd seen, but again she decided not to.
"Do you want a beer or anything?" Jim asked her.
"I want you," she said.
Ann was already unbuttoning her blouse when Jim came back from the kitchen with a bottle of beer. Ann then stripped off her bra, letting her big, floppy tits loose.
"Come on," she said. "Get undressed."
"You really are in a hurry, aren't you?" Jim teased.
"I told you I was. My cunt's starving for you!"
Jim came to her and put his arm around her waist. Then he thrust the cold bottle of beer between her tits.
"Oooo, Jim, don't," Ann said angrily. "What's the matter with you?"
"Come on, don't get mad," Jim said.
"Well, Jesus Christ, act your age," Ann said.
"I'm sorry," Jim said and kissed her. He lifted one of her sagging tits in his hand and squeezed. They kissed deeply.
Although Ann's tits sagged somewhat, she had a beautiful body. Her tits were big enough to look good sagging: there was no way such huge jugs could stand by themselves.
As she stepped out of her slacks, Jim once again appreciated her figure. Her tummy was flat, her hips wide, and her ass full and sensuous.
When Ann stripped off her panties and showed Jim her nest of thick curls, he became more eager. Soon his own pants were lying on the floor and Jim was showing Ann his stiff prick.
Ann walked to Jim, caressed him and took his prick into her hand. They kissed again.
"I really have been eager to get you into bed again," Jim said. "But when Karen comes home I have to spend a lot of time with her. You know how it is."
"I know, honey," Ann said.
Still holding on to each other, Jim and Ann sank into the couch. Jim scooped up one of Ann's tits again. And she grabbed a handful of balls. They intertwined their legs.
When Jim put his hand between Ann's thighs and held her pussy he found that it was very wet already. But he never suspected what had caused her cunt to begin leaking prematurely. He thought it was merely her lust for him.
Jim pushed Ann down on her back. Then he lowered his face to her tits.
"I love the way you do that," Ann said. "No one has ever made love to me the way you do."
Jim didn't answer. His mouth was busy sucking the big disks of pink flesh that were Ann's nipples.
He held her tits in his hands while he kissed and sucked them. And as he did that, he held his prick on her belly where she could feel it throbbing.
Ann was surprised to find that even with Jim's talented mouth doing wonderful things to her tits; she still had a vivid picture of Billy and Karen in her mind.
"Eat me, Jim," Ann said, "Suck my cunt."
Ann hoped that Jim's tongue in her twat would make her forget her son and Karen. Jim was a fabulous cunt lapper.
Jim did as Ann asked. He began moving down her body, kissing the center line of her stomach. Ann spread her legs, making room for Jim to snuggle up between them. And as her cunt opened, she felt the cool air of the room evaporating her oozing juice.
As usual, Jim began by kissing the tender skin at the tops of her thighs. Then he ran his tongue along the crease that separated her cuntal mound from her thighs. He even licked the bottoms of her ass which peeked at him from below her cunt.
Ann relaxed with a smile on her face. Having Jim eat her after a sexless week would be a great treat. She gathered her tits in her hands and massaged them as she loved doing while being eaten.
Finally, Jim's tongue zeroed in on her spread and soaking gash.
"Ohhhhhh," Ann sighed as she was filled with pleasure.
Jim licked the ridges of wet flesh that formed the inner flaps of Ann's pussy. He would trace those wiggling lines of flesh from the entrance to her tunnel to where they came together to protect her clit. But he didn't bear down on her cunt. He wanted this cunt sucking to last.
And Ann appreciated his skill. With eyes closed and a smile on her pretty mouth, she moved her body in a waving motion. And she continued folding her own tits. She would squeeze them together, and then let them sag to the sides of her chest. She rubbed her nipples and even shoved a tit up to her face and licked it.
Now Jim was reaching up her flowing tunnel with his tongue. When his tongue was as high up that drenched tube as he could get it, he fluttered it with all his might. Ann's body shook just as wildly as Jim's tongue was wiggling in her.
"Oh, honey," she gasped. "I love it!"
Jim had his tongue so high up Ann's cunt that his teeth were pressing into her mound. But the slight pain it caused her only increased her rapture.
"That's it, yeah!" Ann cried. "Ohhhhhhh."
Jim began mauling forays to Ann's clit. He brushed his tongue over that hard bud, then shoved it back up her cave. Back and forth his tongue traveled, driving Ann to greater and greater heights of sexual frenzy.
Ann could feel her orgasm awakening like a bear that had hibernated too long. Of course she had jerked off several times during the week she had gone without Jim's prick. But coming in solitude was no replacement for real sex.
"Oh, Jim," she gasped. "I'm beginning to feel an orgasm. This is my favorite thing. It's so beautiful!"
Ann began shaking like a leaf in a storm. Her tits wobbled crazily. Ann ran her fingers through Jim's hair, holding his head close to her trembling cunt. She lifted her feet into the air in an attempt to get her cunt thrust out farther. Her feet thrashed the air as her body was racked by waves of orgasmic ecstasy.
When Jim made sure that he'd finished her off, he lifted his face from her crotch. He smiled at her with his face glistening with cunt juice.
"That was wonderful," Ann said. "Now fuck me!"
Ann held her arms out to Jim who was climbing up over her. With her cunt a mess of slippery juice and Jim's saliva, Jim's prick glided smoothly into it.
"Uhhhhh," Ann gasped as her still tender twat was filled and stretched by Jim's big cock.
"Oh, baby," Jim sighed. "I've been looking forward to this."
He let his prick lie still in the tight grip of Ann's cunt. They held on to each other tightly and kissed. Being plugged in was so nice that they put off the joy of pumping their hips as long as they could.
But that was never very long. And Jim began lifting and dropping his ass, pushing and pulling his prick in Ann's pussy.
Ann could feel the high collar around Jim's prick head stroking the lining of her cunt. His cock was long enough to touch the end of her tunnel, making her grunt with each thrust. And when he withdrew it, he pulled it almost all the way out so the head was between her inner lips.
Ann loved fucking Jim. Even though his ideas were sort of square, he could fuck her with more energy and joy than any of the other men she'd fucked.
"Oh, Jim," Ann moaned deliriously. "Baby, sweetheart, fuck me!"
Jim's ass bucked with greater speed. And the faster he pumped, the wilder Ann became beneath him. Their voices joined in a chorus of wanton moans and cries.
Finally, Jim got up on his haunches, holding his body high off Ann's. That way he could watch her writhing. He could even look down and see his prick moving in and out of her cunt. The wet and shining shaft would appear between their pubic patches, and then disappear as their hair came together again.
Ann liked getting fucked right after having a tongue induced orgasm. She knew that she could have two orgasms in a row. The first was always great, but the second, with Jim's gigantic prick invading her pussy, was even better.
"Ohhhhhhh," she wailed. "God that feels sooo good!"
Ann and Jim watched each other's faces as they both came. They both loved seeing the blissful expression on the other's face. And Jim also loved seeing how Ann's tits danced wildly on her chest with her desperate gyrations.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh," Jim moaned as his gism spurted.
Ann felt the heat of his gism in her cunt just as she reached for her own height of ecstasy.
Then Jim collapsed on Ann. They lay gasping for breath and clutching each other.
"Let's never wait so long between fucks," Ann said. "It does make it even better, but it's been an awfully long week."
"Now that Karen's been back for a while she can entertain herself, and we can have more time together," Jim said.
"Karen isn't only entertaining herself," Ann said. "I think Billy is going to entertain her."
Ann thought that this would be a good time to tell Jim what she'd seen the kids doing in the garage. After all, he had a right to know what his daughter was up to. And after their fucking Ann thought he would be more understanding.
"What do you mean?" Jim asked.
"Well, just before we left my place I went into the garage to tell the kids we were leaving. They must have thought we were already gone because I caught them in a compromising position."
"What do you mean?" Jim asked again, this time more seriously.
Ann wondered if she'd better keep her mouth shut. But it was too late now.
"They were in the front seat of Billy's old car, necking," Ann said.
"Necking? What exactly were they doing?" Jim demanded.
Ann realized that she should have known better. Jim's square attitude was coming to the surface. But Ann found that she couldn't gloss over what she'd seen. Something in her wanted Jim to know just what his daughter was doing.
"I think Karen had just given Billy a hand job," she said.
"What?" Jim said explosively. "How do you know?"
Ann described exactly what she'd seen. When Jim heard her description he knew that she was right.
"That boy of yours is making a whore out of my daughter," Jim said angrily.
"Don't be silly!" Ann said. "How do you know it was Billy's fault? Besides, why does it have to be any one's fault? They're normal teenage kids. They're horny. Besides, a hand-job is fairly innocent."
"It is, is it?" Jim said haughtily. "Well, I suppose you think it's all right because you were doing the same thing at Karen's age."
She had done the same thing at Karen's age. She'd done more, actually. And she'd told Jim about it. Now he was throwing it back into her face.
Ann couldn't claim to be surprised at Jim's behavior. She knew how he was when it came to these matters. But she just had to tell him anyway. Maybe she wanted to start a fight, she thought.
"From now on Karen and Billy are not going to see each other," Jim said. "I won't have my daughter acting like a tramp."
"Don't be silly," Ann said. "You're going to do is make your own daughter, turn against you. Besides, if she isn't jerking off Billy, she'll be jerking off some other guy."
Ann knew that would get a rise out of Jim. But she just had to say it.
"You think so because you're a tramp," Jim shouted.
"Okay, Jim," Ann said calmly. "We'd better drop the subject. And I think you should think about it before telling Karen that she can't see Billy again."
"There's nothing to think about," Jim said. "I simply won't have my daughter taken advantage of by a kid like Billy."
Ann was beginning to realize that this had gone too far to smooth things over with a few calm words. Jim was being even more stubborn and puritanical than she'd expected. And she was getting angry, too.
"Well, I feel sorry for you," Ann said. "You are going to have your own daughter mad at you, and rightly so."
"She won't be mad at me," Jim said. "She'll respect me. That's more than your son feels for you. He probably knows what sort of woman his mother is. That's why he's treating my daughter that way."
"Well, I'm leaving," Ann said. "Call me when you've come to your senses. Until then, you can act according to your own principles. You can jerk off rather than take advantage of a poor widow like me."
Ann dressed in a hurry. Jim sat in bed smoking a cigarette, not saying anything.
By the time Ann walked out of Jim's house, she was so mad she didn't care if she ever saw him again. And she began to realize why she had told him what she'd seen. His up tight attitude about fucking had bothered her for a long time. This was just a way to get the subject out in the open where they could really confront it. After all, how could Ann be in love with a man who thought she was a whore?
Ann caught a cab and headed home. She wondered what she would say to Billy about what had happened.
Chapter Three
When Ann arrived at home she found Billy and Karen in the living room sipping Cokes.
"Hi, Mom," Billy said.
"Hello, Ann," Karen said. "Is my father here?"
"No," Ann said. "I took a cab home. Your father and I had a little tiff, and I came home alone."
Now Ann was beginning to feel bad about what had happened. But she felt bad because of what would happen to Karen's and Billy's budding affair. She felt less bad about her and Jim. If he was such a hard-ass, she didn't want to continue going with him anyhow.
"Gee, I guess I'll take a bus home then," Karen said.
"That's not necessary," Ann said. "I'll drive you home."
But then the door bell rang. It was Jim.
"I've just come to pick up Karen," he said sternly when Ann answered the door.
Karen went to the door. But before leaving, she looked back at Billy and Ann with a worried expression. Then her father led her away without another word.
"Gee, Mom," Billy said. "I hope you and Jim make up."
"Well, I'm not sure I want to," Ann said. "But I'm afraid that our fight might interfere with you and Karen. And that would be too bad."
Ever since Ann had walked into the house there had been a feeling of embarrassment among the three of them. After all, the last time they had been together was in the garage when Ann stumbled onto Billy and Karen in their youthful play.
Now Billy was worried that the hand job he'd gotten from Karen had something to do with the trouble between Ann and Jim. He wanted to ask his mother what happened, but he didn't dare mention it.
But Ann could feel the curiosity that her son felt.
"I'm afraid this is all my fault," Ann said. "I told Jim what you kids were doing in the garage before."
It hadn't been easy for Ann to say that. But she was glad she had. Billy had a right to know. And Ann found that she was getting a strange thrill from talking about it.
"I should have known better," Ann continued. "Jim is awfully strict about these things."
Billy didn't say anything. He merely stared at his mother with a red face and open mouth.
"But you know I don't think like Jim does," Ann said to Billy. "I know it's difficult to be a teenager. And I don't think anything you do with girls is wrong."
As she spoke, Ann walked up to Billy and put a hand on his shoulder. By now, Ann was feeling a hot flash of excitement. She remembered again how Billy looked as he came in Karen's hand.
"I hope this doesn't come between you and Karen," Ann said. "But Jim told me he doesn't want you and Karen to see each other again."
Ann saw a look of pain and disappointment move across Billy's face. But he still didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry," Ann said again. "If there's anything I can do..."
"It's not your fault, Mom," Billy said gallantly.
"And even if Jim won't let you see Karen, she can come over any time she likes. I'm not going to let Jim tell me who my son can see."
Billy smiled slightly. But Ann could see that he wasn't happy. The boy told his mother not to worry about it. Then he went to his room.
Ann watched her son walk out of the room. She felt bad, but that wasn't all she felt. She could hardly believe it, but she was hotter and more excited than she'd been when Jim sank his tongue into her cunt.
Ann was confused. Why was she so passionate now when things were falling apart all around her?
She knew it had something to do with her son. After all, she would never get the picture of Billy's face in the grip of his orgasm out of her mind. And telling him about her fighting with Jim about his reaction to his daughter's behavior had excited her.
Ann was going to have to relieve her horniness in the same way she relieved it whenever Jim wasn't around. She went to her room holding her hand on the crotch of her slacks.
But when she passed Billy's bedroom door, she paused. There was something that held her there outside his door. It was as though she was held by a sort of magnetism.
Ann stood perfectly still and listened. She didn't know what she expected to hear. But she obeyed her instincts.
And she was rewarded. Coming from behind that closed door were the sounds of Billy's mattress. And there could be no doubt that the sounds were being generated by the boy's bouncing body as he jerked off.
Ann thought about her son's solitary habits. After all, she'd often found the evidence of his masturbation on his bed sheet. And she knew how horny teenage boys were.
But now that she knew that her son was exercising his prick at that moment, a wave of excitement passed through her.
Ann pressed her cunt more firmly with her fingers. That unmistakable feeling of kinky joy glowed there. She was dying to get into the privacy of her room where she could strip and massage her soaking twat. But something was still holding her to that spot.
Then Ann looked down and noticed light pouring through the keyhole. A spasm of excitement ran through her as she thought of the possibilities that tiny keyhole offered.
Although she never had thought of it before, Ann found herself sinking to her knees. She put her eye to the keyhole.
Her heart sank when she realized that she didn't have a view of her son on his bed. But she did see that his window was opened and the shade was up.
But would she have the nerve to go outside and peek through the window. Someone might see her, including Billy. But she was beyond worrying about that. She was no longer in control of herself.
Ann rose on her trembling legs. Then she headed to the backyard and Billy's window.
Ann wondered why her son felt like jerking off after hearing the bad news about Karen and Jim. But she couldn't concern herself with that now. All she could think of was seeing her son jerking off.
As she approached Billy's window, Ann was in a state of extreme lust. She couldn't remember ever being so excited. She pretended to be examining the maces on the bush outside the window. But her eyes were already straining to see into the dim light of the window.
As Ann got closer, she began to be able to make out the interior of Billy's room. And before long, she could see her son lying on his bed.
Ann moved even closer. As her eyes adjusted, she could make out more of the scene.
Billy was lying on his back. In one hand he held a magazine. And in the other, Ann could see his stiff prick. His hand was moving steadily up and down the long prick he held.
Ann thought she felt the earth beneath her feet quaking but she knew it was only her lust.
She looked around quickly to see if any of the neighbors might be watching. When she was sure they weren't, she leaned into the bushes and unfastened her slacks.
With her eyes glued to her son's prick wrapped in his fist, Ann slipped her hand into her slacks. When she grabbed her cunt she let out a slight gasp. But it wasn't loud enough for Billy to hear. Besides, he was so busy he probably wouldn't have heard her if she screamed.
The more Ann gazed into the window, the more she was able to see. Now she could discern her son's balls lying in the valley between his legs. Ant the fat knob of his cock could be clearly seen above his pumping fist.
Ann gave her wet cunt a squeeze. She gasped with pleasure. Then she sent her slender middle finger up her twat. Leaning closer to the bushes to hide her masturbation from any prying eyes, she began stirring her honey pot with vigorous movements of her finger.
Ann couldn't remember seeing anything as exciting as her son jerking off. And she'd seen some pretty kinky things in her day.
She wanted to come at the same time as Billy's gism erupted. Judging by the boy's movements on the bed, that wouldn't be long. His hand was moving faster. Even his balls were hopping now.
Ann pressed her palm over the stiff little kernel of her clit as she moved her finger in and out of her juicy tunnel. She tried to time her finger-thrusts with the rhythm of Billy's fist. She couldn't help imagining that beautiful, young prick lunging into her cunt.
As her climax neared, Ann brought her free hand to her mouth and bit down on it. It wouldn't do to have her cries of lust sounding through the open window, not to mention the neighborhood. Billy's face was taking on that same expression. Ann had seen in the garage when Karen was jerking him off. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Except maybe for his big, powerful prick.
"Uhhhhh," Billy moaned as he arched his back.
Ann bit down harder on her hand. She was about to come too. And the sight in that window was going to make it an orgasm to remember.
The lilac bush rustled and shook as Ann gyrated among its branches. Keeping an eye on the thrilling sight of her son, she hit her climax. But she kept her finger working just as hard as ever until the boy began to slow his fist.
Ann saw a few glints of pearly light leap from the tip of his cock. And she wished she had her mouth poised over it so she could catch those precious bullets of gism.
"Oh, Billy, Billy," Ann whispered.
She'd never felt a stronger lust for any cock. As Billy finished knocking the gobs of gism from his prick, Ann had to restrain herself from climbing in the window if her own orgasm hadn't been waning she probably would have.
But now that her body was once again drained of passion, she let her finger slip from the juicy pit of her cunt. Then she backed out of the lilac bush as quietly as she could.
Ann hurried to the privacy of her own room. But her legs were so wobbly that she was afraid she wasn't going to make it.
When she was finally stretched out on her bed, she knew she had crossed some sort of boundary of perversion. She couldn't deny her attraction for her son. And now that Jim wasn't going to be providing her with fucking, could she resist the boy who lived in the same house?
Before long, Ann was hot enough to give her cunt another workout. This time she used a perfume bottle that was shaped very much like a hard cock. And as she slipped that bottle in and out of her pussy, she pretended that it was the prick that she had just seen her son jerking.
Chapter Four
"What's going on?" Karen asked Billy over the phone. Billy was glad Karen had called. It would have been too bad if he never saw her again just when he had hope of getting laid. Even if he could only expect more hand jobs from Karen, it would be a real disaster not to collect them.
"My mother told your father that you were jerking me off," Billy said. "Then they had a fight about it."
"Gee, then it's my fault," Karen said.
"No it isn't. But it is your father's fault," Billy said. "My mother thinks its okay that we have fun together. She's great."
"Yeah, I know my father's sort of up tight about that sort of thing, Karen said but your mother is great."
"Listen, Karen," Billy said. "Why don't you come over here today?"
"Do you think I should?"
"Sure," Billy said. "My mother's not home. Besides, she said you could come over any time. She isn't going to tell your dad. She wouldn't tell him even if they were talking."
"Okay," Karen said. "I'll come over in about an hour."
Billy was so excited he could hardly wait. He knew that Karen would want to talk more about the fight between his mother and her father. But he was pretty sure that after that she would be willing to give him another hand job. And he might even get fucked.
Thinking about Karen and the last time they were together made Billy so excited he could hardly keep from jerking off. He would have, except he wanted to save every drop of his gism for Karen.
He would stare out the window, watching for Karen. But when he got too excited he tried to watch TV and not think about her.
But not thinking about her was impossible. He had hardly thought of anything else since Karen had jerked him off a few days before. He ran to the window again and stayed there until he saw Karen coming down the street on her bicycle.
She looked so sexy to the horny kid that he couldn't believe she was really coming to see him. Her tits hung slightly as she leaned over her handlebars. And her slender legs pumped the pedals slowly but powerfully.
Leaning to the side, Karen turned up the driveway without slowing down. She rode a bike like a boy. She was a very talented girl.
Billy met her at the back door. As she came in he could smell the sweetness of her body which was exaggerated because the bike riding had made her hot and a little sweaty.
"I'm glad you called me," Billy said.
Karen put her hands on his hips and kissed him. Billy was too shy to have kissed her first, but when he felt her lips on his he pulled her tightly against him and pushed his tongue into her mouth.
Karen kissed him eagerly. But before long, she pushed him away.
"Can I have a Coke?" she asked.
Billy took two Cokes from the refrigerator. By now he was shaking with anticipation. She wouldn't keep her body from him now that their parents had a fight, Billy hoped. But he couldn't be sure. And the possibility that their last necking session would be the last made Billy very nervous.
"What do you think will happen with your mom and my dad?" she asked.
"Gee, I don't know," Billy said. "My mother doesn't seem to be very worried about it though."
"Really? My father is very nervous and branchy," Karen said. "But he's still pretty mad at her."
"But just because they're fighting doesn't mean we can't still, uh, be friends," Billy said.
Now they were in the living room. Karen had, sat down on the couch with Billy close beside her. He put his arms around her shoulders.
"No it doesn't," Karen said. "I don't see why it should matter to us. But I can't tell my father I've been here. Oh, it's so stupid."
Billy pressed his face into hers. They kissed again, this time with more passion. Billy had gotten so excited waiting for Karen to show up that he couldn't help reaching for her tits right away.
He filled his hand with that firm tit-flesh that he remembered so well. Karen drew a deep breath through her nose. She made a sound that told Billy that she was as eager as he.
On the way over to Billy's, Karen had her bicycle seat pressing against the mound of her cunt. With every turn of the pedals the seat gave Karen's clit a squeeze. Of course, she wouldn't tell Billy that she had been on the verge of coming for the last fifteen minutes. But when he grabbed her tit, she couldn't hide the lust that was consuming her.
Karen put one hand on Billy's thigh and pressed her fingers into it. Her hand was about eight inches from his crotch. But for a horny kid like Billy that sort of touch could mean a lot.
He reached inside her jersey to take her tits into an eager embrace. But Billy was surprised when Karen sat up and grabbed the hem of her jersey and pulled it over her head.
With her firm and ample tits staring at him, Billy almost came in his pants. If he wiggled around a little his prick probably would start spewing. As it was, it was throbbing wildly and painfully.
Billy dropped his face to Karen's tits just like he had in the front seat of his car a few days before. And it was as thrilling now as it had been then. Maybe even more so. Now he handled those jugs with more skill, so it was more fun for both of them.
Billy took one erect nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it madly. At the same time one hand moved over the other tit and the other slipped behind Karen's ass.
Billy loved the way Karen was reacting to his tit-sucking. Her deep breathing and writhing body seemed to be a good sign, he thought.
Since both kids were in such a horny state, they hurried their hands to each other's crotches silly would have liked to play with the incredible softness of Karen's firm tits longer. But her cunt was too tempting.
He dropped his hand from tit to crotch. Karen immediately spread her thighs. Billy cupped his hand over her denim clad crotch. It seemed terrifically hot and moist.
But Billy's biggest surprise was still to come. Just as he was about to begin fumbling with the button that held her pants closed, Karen reached for it herself.
Without hesitating, she unbuttoned her jeans and began pulling them down. Billy sat up and watched. He had never felt so excited.
"Take your pants off too," she said in a breathless voice.
"Yeah," Billy grunted and did what she said.
By the time Billy got his jeans off, his prick was holding out his underpants like a tent. The shape of his prick-knob was pressed into the white cotton and it was jerking mightily.
But as Karen stared in amazement at his crotch, Billy was staring at hers. She had pulled down her panties and he could see her cunt.
The sight of her pretty pussy was the last straw. Billy stuck his hand between her thighs again. When he felt her hair crushing under his palm he was reminded of the bliss he had experienced with this chick the last time they were together.
Billy hadn't even taken the time to pull down his own underpants. But Karen pushed the front of his underpants out of the way and set his prick free.
By that time, Billy had his finger swimming high in Karen's cunt. She was wiggling around and gasping for breath.
"Uhhhhhh," she gasped desperately.
Karen grabbed Billy's prick and began gently moving the skin over the hard bone within.
"Oh, Karen," Billy cried.
Billy's ass lifted off the touch as though he were levitating. Then gism began leaping from the jerking tip of his prick.
"Faster!" he yelled. "Jerk it hard!"
Karen was surprised to see the gism spurting so soon. After all, she had only just taken the cock into her hand. But she did as Billy told her. Her fist moved up and down his prick as fast and hard as she could while great gobs of gism emerged and ran down her fist.
"Rub my cunt!" Karen said hoarsely. "Ohhhh, ohhhhh!"
Karen was still jerking her hand up and down on Billy's pack when she felt her own orgasm blossoming.
But Billy, in his ecstasy, had let his hand slow in her crotch.
"Billy!" Karen screamed and bucked her hips.
With his orgasm spilling out the tip of his prick, Billy caught on to what Karen was trying to tell him. He began moving his finger over the hard bud of her clit again.
When his prick had shot its last, Billy caught Karen's hand. He stopped it from pumping, but he kept rubbing her clit.
Now he could enjoy the sight of her in ecstasy. He realized that he had forgotten the full glory of the sight since he saw it last. Karen shook every part of her body, but her tits did the most shaking. She spread her legs wider, lifted her feet and howled with joy.
When her climax passed, the kids snuggled up together. Billy held his hand around Karen's cunt, and she held his balls.
"Gee, Billy, you sure came fast," Karen said.
"I know. It's because I was so hot waiting for you. My prick has been hard for the last half hour. You came really fast too."
Karen giggled.
"Were you excited about seeing me again?" Billy asked.
"Sure," she said. "But when I ride my bicycle I get really hot. The seat seems to get right into my cunt."
Billy was impressed. Having a chick like Karen admit that she gets turned on by riding her bike was pretty exciting.
"Look, you're getting hard again," Karen said.
She moved her hand from his balls to the stiffening rod. And with her fingers playing over it the prick grew even faster.
Billy knew that his prick would get stiff again. And he still wanted to stick it into Karen's twat. But was she going to get hot again?
To find out, he curled his finger into the slot that was resting against his palm. It was wet in there. But was it the juice that had been there before? Or was she juicing up for another orgasm?
Billy couldn't tell. But as he moved his finger around in that hot envelope, Karen began to breathe harder. Her eyes shut and her mouth opened. Billy kissed her. She returned his kiss with enthusiasm.
Both of them were lying on their side. And now Billy moved closer. His prick was sandwiched between their stomachs. He took his hand from Karen's cunt, but only momentarily. Reaching around her hip, he tucked his finger tips into the crack of her ass. Then he followed that crack down between her thighs.
"Mmmmm," Karen moaned when she felt Billy's finger sneaking into her cunt from the rear.
Billy found that he could reach right up her drooling tunnel with his hand around her thigh. With his middle finger up her cave, he could examine the puckered opening of her asshole with his index finger. Karen seemed to like having her asshole tickled.
Billy's balls were lying against the carpet of her curly cuntal hair. He felt those curls on his balls. They reminded him how close his prick was to its destination.
Holding Karen's naked body against his own with his finger up her cunt was heaven. But Billy was still longing to fuck her. No matter how fantastic it was to do all the other things they'd been doing, he could never be satisfied with less than feeling his prick sliding in her twat.
Billy's tongue was in Karen's mouth and his finger was up her cunt. But he was thinking about his prick.
Between their bellies his prick was throbbing. Karen's fingers were tucked in there too, and she was running them along the thick shaft. But Billy thought it was time to make a stab at her pussy.
Holding Karen tightly to him and keeping her gagged with his tongue, he began to slide down her body. His prick was dragged along her stomach, then through her cunt hair.
When the bloated tip of his cock reached the crack of her cunt it began parting the lips. And Billy's fingers were waiting at the entrance of her cave to guide it in.
His prick began reaching between Karen's thighs as it was able to straighten out. Billy was concentrating on what his prick was feeling down there.
With his cock, he could feel the bristling hair and the wet, hot slot. Then the prick head met his fingers. If he could only get his prick lined up with the flowing sleeve of Karen's cunt he could slide it right in!
"Oh, Billy," Karen whined. "Don't!"
"Yes, I want to fuck you so badly," he said.
Now he was holding her cave opened with his fingers and trying to thread his prick into it. But he still hadn't gotten his cock in the right position. But he did manage to get the fat knob of his cock wedged in the plump lips of Karen's soaking pussy.
Now that his prick was entering that coveted territory, Billy was going wild. And so was Karen.
"Oh, I can feel it," Karen moaned. "It's so big, Billy! It's too big!"
"No it isn't," Billy gasped. "It'll fit. Oh, let me get it in. Karen, please."
Billy rolled on top of Karen. Once she was on her back, he knew he could sink his prick into her. And she didn't resist.
With a bit of maneuvering and adjusting, Billy got himself on top of her with her legs spread on either side of his hips. His cock had come out of the lips of her cunt. But now it would be easy to get it all the way in.
"Careful Billy!" Karen moaned. "Do it slowly."
Billy could understand Karen's fear. His prick was so big it could scare a girl.
Now that he was hovering over her, Billy realized that there was something about looking down and seeing a gorgeous chick lying beneath him with her legs spread. She seemed so vulnerable and desirable.
Billy tried to keep calm. It wasn't easy though now that he knew his dream was about to come true.
He took his prick into his hand and guided it to the waiting opening in Karen's crotch. He began poking it toward her cunt. But the first few probes merely bounced his cock off her hairy mound.
Then he hit the target.
"Uhhhhhh," Karen gasped, and her eyes opened wide with surprise.
Billy sucked his breath in between clenched teeth. His prick was sinking into a well of incredible tenderness. Further and further his throbbing prick sank into Karen's tight snatch until their curly hair met.
"Oh, God!" Billy gasped as the thrill of having his prick in her cunt filled him.
Billy knew that he'd never felt anything like this. And it was better than he'd ever dreamed. His prick was held in a hot, satiny grip. Billy buried his face in Karen's neck and gloried in the sensation.
But when he began pumping he realized the full glory of fucking.
"Huhhhh," he gasped as his cock was stroked by the inside of Karen's tight cunt.
"Ohhh, Billy!" Karen screamed.
The girl held her arms around Billy as tightly as she could. She held her knees high, her feet hovered over Billy's ass.
Then Billy slid his prick back into the depths. As his big dong stretched the lining of Karen's pussy again they both let out a squeal of lust.
Between them, Karen's tits rolled and wobbled as Billy began pumping with all his might. And each time he lunged, they cried out in overpowering bliss.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh," Karen moaned deliriously.
Billy kept his prick sliding in and out as the most fabulous sensations of his life washed through him. His prick seemed to be on fire. At the same time it was tugged and stroked in the most beautiful way imaginable.
Billy could feel Karen's joy in the way her hips were bucking under his. She was meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own hips. It thrilled Billy to know that she was working as hard as he was to drive his cock in and out of her.
Their bellies slapped noisily together, adding to the sounds of their desperate ones.
"Billy, Billy, Billy," Karen babbled in ecstasy.
"I'm going to come!" Billy gasped. "Oh, uhhhh."
"Ahhhh, I'm coming too!" Karen wailed.
In their orgasmic ecstasy, the kids thrust their hips together with even greater energy.
Billy found that fucking was more than he ever dared hope. With his prick being lapped by silky tunnel of Karen's twat, it was radiating, waves of pure pleasure through him. Billy and Karen held each other and kept fucking until every bit of pleasure was wrung from them. Then they lay there gasping and enjoying the lingering pleasure.
"Karen, that was the best thing that ever happened to me," Billy said. "Did you like it?"
"I loved it," Karen sighed.
Billy lifted his head from beside Karen's and looked at her face. She was covered with sweat.
But she had the nicest smile that Billy had ever seen. It was obvious that she liked fucking.
"Have you ever done it before?" Billy asked.
"No. Have you?"
Billy was glad to admit that he hadn't. And he was glad to know that he was Karen's first. But best of all, he knew that his horny days were behind him.
"We'd better get dressed before your mother catches us again," Karen said.
Billy hated to get off her. But he knew that she was right. Still, he sort of wished his mother would catch them. He was so proud of himself; he would have liked his mother to know.
When Billy got up and pulled his prick hum Karen's cunt, the sigh of her lying naked beneath him made his prick stiffen slightly. But he knew that he'd have to wait until he could enjoy fucking again. After all, he'd already had two orgasms that afternoon.
Billy watched Karen pick up her clothes and walk out of the room. Seeing her wide ass wiggling as she walked out of sight made Billy eager to fuck her again. The next day would be a good time, he thought.
He was still lying on the couch when Karen came back from the bathroom. She was dressed now. Billy found it exciting to be naked while she had her clothes on.
Karen sat down next to Billy, stroked his cock, and kissed him.
"I'd better get going," she said. "You'd better not call me. But I'll call you soon."
"Let's do it again tomorrow," Billy said.
"Okay," Karen said.
Billy didn't get up from the couch until he heard his mother drive up the driveway. He'd been lying there thinking about the joy of fucking. As his mother called in the back door, though, he jumped up and ran to his room.
Chapter Five
"Have a nice day?" Ann asked her son when he came out of his room.
"Karen was here," Billy said.
"Oh," Ann said hollowly. Then she smiled. "That's nice."
But Billy could see that his mother still felt bad about breaking up with Jim. But what Billy didn't guess was that his mother was jealous of him and Karen.
Ann had been used to a steady diet of fucking and sucking. And although it had only been a few days since her fight with Jim, she was already getting very horny. She'd gone without fucking for longer than that recently. But then she knew that she could count on Jim to satisfy her before long. Now, though, she didn't know where her next fuck was coming from.
Another thing that Billy would never have guessed was that his mother was seeing him through new eyes. Ever since peeking into his room while he jerked off, she saw her son as a potent stud. Ann couldn't stop thinking about the huge cock she had seen him playing with.
But Billy did begin to wonder why his mother was staring at him all though dinner. He figured that his mother was wondering what was going on between him and Karen. She was. But she was wishing she were getting the attention from her son that Karen was getting.
After dinner, Ann asked Billy to do the dishes. If she didn't get to her room soon and jerk off she would have to jump on Billy.
Standing in front of her mirror, Ann began slowly stripping. She undressed as usual, but with a sharp eye on her emerging body. And although she didn't admit it to herself, Ann was wondering what her son would think of her body if he were watching.
Ann wished Billy were watching. She was horny, and she thought her son was getting what he needed from Karen. But if she could show him her body he would be horny too, Ann knew.
When she was naked, Ann stood in front of the mirror studying her reflection. Her tits looked good to her. They were very big, and although maybe not as firm as Karen's, they would fill a boy's mouth with plenty left over.
Ann lifted one of her tits in her hand. Then she lifted the other. She held them out to her reflection in the mirror. What would Billy do if she handed these jugs to him?
Then Ann pushed one tit up toward her face and stuck out her tongue. She saw her tongue meet her erect nipple in the mirror. And the feeling of her licking her own nipple was very nice, not to mention very kinky.
Ann could feel the hot syrup oozing from her cunt onto the sweaty tops of her thighs. But she didn't grab her cunt yet. She liked to tease herself before jerking off.
She did spread her legs though. And she rolled her hips forward. That way, she could see the pink gash of her cunt in the mirror. She put the fingers of one hand on one side of her cunt. Then pulling the half-mound to the side, she watched the slot spread. Below her soaking cunt she could see the bottoms of her asscheeks.
It was a pretty and sexy picture that Ann was showing herself. And all the while she thought how Billy would react if he got an eyeful of her like this.
But Ann could no longer resist touching the tender lining of her gaping cunt. The fingers that were holding it opened crept through the hair and into the slot.
"Sssss," Ann hissed with pleasure when she felt her fingers wiggling in her twat.
When Ann first came into her bedroom she heard the water running in the kitchen. Something in her mind was aware that Billy was busy in the kitchen. But somehow she'd forgotten about what the boy was doing and that it wouldn't take him long to finish.
Also, if Ann was thinking clearly she would have realized that she hadn't closed her door tightly. In fact, she would have to wonder if she might have left the door partly opened on purpose.
Ever since Ann had peeked at Billy jerking off she thought about the pleasure she could get by returning the favor.
So now, even though Ann was thinking about the boy's reaction to seeing her jerking off, she refused to consider the possibilities of that actually happening.
In fact, Ann was purposely ignoring the partly opened door that the boy could look through if he happened by.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Ann hummed to herself as one finger moved over the bump of her hard clit.
The sounds she was making weren't very loud. But in a quiet house they could be heard if someone were passing her door.
Ann remained standing in front of her mirror. She clutched one tit tightly to her face and continued sucking it. Her other hand remained at her crotch, probing the wet gash. And although Ann was enjoying herself tremendously, just waiting for something that she couldn't bring herself to admit she was waiting for.
A long middle finger slid up her cuntal tube. She bent over slightly so she could reach high up that flowing chamber. Her free tit swung low.
She knew what a kinky sight she was because she was still watching herself in the mirror. And she knew that a young kid like Billy would be absolutely knocked out by such a sight.
She still didn't let herself realize that sooner or later he was going to be pecking in at her. After all, his room was right across the hall, and he usually went to his room after dinner.
But Ann kept finger-fucking herself. And she attributed her extra excitement to the fact that she was watching herself in the mirror rather that to the expectation of having Billy peeking in at her soon.
But when she heard the floor creak out in the hallway she felt a stab of perverted lust shoot through her. She pretended that she only now noticed that her door wasn't completely closed.
Ann felt her face burning and her heart pounding wildly. But she remained standing there jerking off.
"Ooohhh, ooohhh, oooohhh!" Ann cried softly even though she knew that the sound would attract the boy's attention if he hadn't already spotted her.
But Ann didn't have to do anything special to attract Billy's attention. He had been doing the dishes when he began thinking about his mother's behavior. Why had she left him alone to do the dishes while she ran off, he wondered?
As soon as Billy finished the last dish, he headed for his room, knowing that he could check up on his mother. So when he heard a sexy sigh come from her room as soon as he left the kitchen his prick began stiffening.
Billy didn't know why he suspected something interesting might be going on in his mother's room. But there had been something about the way she had been watching him during dinner.
Then, when he saw that her door wasn't completely shut, his heart began racing. He forgot all about Karen and the fucking he'd done that afternoon. He was once again a horny, desperate kid.
But he wasn't ready for the sight that met his eye when he put it to the space at the edge, of his mother's door. It was almost too incredible to believe. In fact, he didn't believe it. His mother must be doing something that he didn't know anything about. There was a good reason for her to have one tit thrust into her mouth. And her hand was at her cunt for some reason that Billy didn't understand. After all, he didn't know that much about what women do when alone.
But the next time Ann let out a sort of sucking Billy couldn't deny that his mother was jerking off. He had stood in front of his mirror himself as he watched himself jerk off. But Billy found it very hard to believe that his mother would do the same thing.
By that time Billy's prick was hard and throbbing. He knew that his mother had a nice body. He liked to watch her tits bouncing around in her blouse as she walked around. And he'd admired her ass whenever she wore a tight skirt.
But that ogling hadn't prepared him for the beauty of her naked body. He grabbed the frost of his pants where his hard cock had made a huge lump.
After hearing that creaking floor in the hallway, Ann had to take a peek out of the corner of her eye to see if her son really was watching her. It wasn't easy to cast her glance to the doorway. Just the thought that the boy might be watching her was enough to make Ann stiff with horrified pleasure.
But she had to know for sure. Looking from the mirror to the doorway quickly she could see dark silhouette of Billy at the crack of the door.
Now that she knew she was being watched Ann rushed to the highest pinnacle of excitement she'd ever reached. She was embarrassed and ashamed. But those feelings were buried in the tremendous perverted excitement that showing off for her son gave her.
Suddenly Ann realized that she had conquered her fear of incest. If she could jerk off in front of the boy she could do anything she wanted with him.
With that realization, her cunt began leaking more copiously. She could smell the odor of that juice as it seeped down the insides of her thighs. And her cunt felt suddenly hollow, in need of being filled.
Ann knew exactly what she was going to do. She knew what the effect of watching her masturbation would be on her young son. He would be a raging maniac. All she had to do was make him realize that his mother was available.
Ann, her finger still in her cunt and her tit in her mouth, moved out of sight of the crack at the side of her door. Then, staying out of view, she went to the door on top toes. Dropping her hand from her cunt and letting her tit fall back to its place on her chest, she reached for the door and pulled it open.
There stood Billy. When he was face to face with his mother his jaw dropped and he took his hand from his crotch as though he had burned his finger on a stove.
"You can come in if you'd like," Ann said.
But Billy just stood there. His eyes moved from his mother's tits to her cunt.
"Don't be shy, honey," she said. "Just pretend that I'm not your mother for the next hour."
But Billy was still mute with shock. Ann didn't want to scare him away, but he looked as though he would need more encouragement.
Ann stepped toward the boy until her nipples touched the front of his jersey. Then she put her arms around his neck. Billy was taller than his mother. But Ann pulled his face down to hers.
They kissed. Ann slipped her tongue into his mouth and pressed her tits tightly on his chest. Still, however, it took Billy several seconds to get over his paralysis.
When he did, though, it was with a flourish.
Ann had the breath squeezed out of her when Billy finally came to life. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as he surrounded her in his strong arms. And Ann let herself go limp, as though caught in the coils of a boa constrictor.
"Oh, honey," Ann cooed when Billy began kissing her neck and shoulders. "Billy, baby, I've wanted you for so long!"
Ann could feel the big lump in Billy's pants pressing into her stomach. The thought that his huge cock was at her disposal now made her eager to get on with the seduction.
Taking her arms from around the boy's neck she pulled his hands from her ass. Then, holding him by the hands, she walked backwards to the bed, pulling Billy along with her. She liked the way he kept his eyes on her body as he followed her. And Ann felt her tits bouncing with her movements a sight that was bound to thrill Billy.
When Ann felt the bed at the back of her legs she let go of Billy's hands and let her body sink backwards.
"Take off your clothes, sweetheart," she said softly.
Billy still hadn't said a word. But he obeyed his mother.
As he pulled his jersey over his head and pulled off his pants, he kept surveying his mother's body. And as she lay on the bed before him, he could see the best parts clearer.
Lying on her back, Ann's tits had sagged to the sides of her chest. But they still created high mounds capped by her pink nipples. Her thighs were spread. And her crotch was on display. The gash seemed to be smiling at the boy though the beard of curly hair. Below that smile her ass looked soft and beautiful.
Billy only felt slightly shy about baring his stiff prick in front of his mother. But under the circumstances it seemed like a minor occurrence. Billy still hadn't gotten it through his head that he was going to stick his rod into the opening in her crotch that he was staring at.
Billy stood there with his prick doing a dance in front of him. But when Ann held her arms out to the boy, Billy seemed to get the idea.
He covered his mother's body with his own. Feeling her big knockers under his chest and her curly nest beneath his balls, Billy began to understand what was going on. And when he kissed his mother again his tongue entered her mouth with aggressive greed.
Billy filled his hand with one of his mother's tits. It was so much different from Karen's smaller, firmer tits that Billy was surprised. But having his mother's heavy jugs oozing between his fingers as he squeezed it was fabulously exciting.
And Billy soon realized how differently his mother kissed. She didn't kiss hungrily as Karen had. Rather, she seemed to be nibbling and sampling his tongue and mouth.
And Karen had never run her finger nails along his side as his mother was doing now. Nor had she slipped her finger tips into the crack of his ass.
Billy knew that he was in the hands of an expert fucker. After all, his mother had been fucking for longer than he was alive.
Billy didn't know why his mother wanted to fuck him. But that didn't matter. All he knew was that he was more excited now than he'd ever been, even with Karen that afternoon. It wouldn't occur to him until later that part of his excitement was due to it being his own mother he was about to fuck.
Ann ran her fingers along. Billy's ass crack until she came to the area where his balls began. She moved her fingers around in there with a light playful motion. Billy had never dreamed of such a thrill.
Billy moved down his mother's body until he could bury his face in her tits. Although that meant that Ann could no longer reach his ass, Billy was still having the time of his life. Sucking the big nipples that decorated each of his mother's globes, he reached for her cunt.
"Ohhhh," Ann sighed and let her thighs fall open wider.
Billy sent a finger into his mother's snatch, exploring its secrets. He found that it was similar to Karen's cunt, but the wiggling inner lips seemed nearer the outer-lips. Then when he probed up her tunnel, it seemed less snug than Karen's had been. It wouldn't hold him as tightly, but he was sure it would be a joy to enter it.
"Billy, I don't know why I've wanted to fuck you, but I do," Ann was saying. "I couldn't help myself. I knew you were watching me jerking off. I left the door open so you could see me. It was a trap, honey."
Ann listened to herself. She hadn't realized that it was true until she heard herself say it. Billy heard too. But he still didn't get it. This was too much to take in at once. And now he concentrated on sucking his mother's tits and fingering her cunt.
When Billy felt his mother pulling him up from her tits he didn't resist. She made him lie beside her. Then Ann raised her body and dropped her tits on Billy's chest and stomach. Then she began kissing his face and neck.
Before long Billy realized that his mother was kissing her way down his body. Now she was licking his nipples. Her tits were being dragged down his stomach.
"Ahhhhhh," Billy gasped when he felt his mother's hand touch his standing prick.
Then she took his balls into a gentle embrace. And all the while her kissing mouth was moving lower over his body.
Billy knew what was going to happen. But he couldn't make himself believe it. Only when his mother was curled up beside his hips and nibbling at his belly button did he know he was going to get a blow-job.
Billy thought blow-jobs only happened in heaven. The thought that his own mother was about to administer one made him dizzy with passion. He shook slightly as he lifted his head to watch what was going on at his crotch.
"You have such a beautiful prick," Ann said with true admiration in her voice.
Billy didn't know whether he should thank her. But his mouth was dry and he was gasping for breath; he couldn't have anyhow.
Ann held her head over the twitching head of her son's prick. She held the bucking rod in both hands. Then she opened her mouth.
Billy was struggling to hold his head up. He watched his mother's profile hovering over his tool. Then he saw her pink tongue flash. He felt a hot swipe stroke his prick.
"Oh, Mom!" Billy cried.
She licked his prick a few more times. And each time Billy's whole body jerked and he gasped loudly, then Ann's head sank. Billy's prick slid between his mother's lips and rested on her tongue.
The hot sensation of his mother's mouth on his cock made Billy throw back his head. He arched his back and spread his legs.
Ann loved how the cock jerking in her mouth made her head move with it. She had to open wide to get her son's fat prick into her mouth, but she couldn't remember anything so exciting.
Ann was amazed at the way Billy was carrying on. But then she hadn't fucked a kid his age since she had been that age herself.
"Oh, God!" Billy muttered in his ecstatic bliss. It seemed that Billy was about to come, Ann thought. But she figured that a horny kid like Billy could come twice. Besides, after one orgasm he should be able to fuck her for a while before spilling a second load.
So Ann began to move her head up and down slowly. The big cockhead in her mouth moved over her tongue and through her sharp teeth.
To make it a very special blow-job, Ann did everything she could think of to give her son pleasure. She held his balls and tickled the puckered hole of his ass. With her other hand she scraped her fingernails along his side.
Billy began writhing madly. He'd never felt anything like this blow-job, and he was out of his mind with rapture.
Ann looked up at her son's face. She found him looking back at her with an expression of extreme lust on his face. Ann smiled at her son with his prick still stuck into her mouth.
"Oh, Mom, I'm going to come!" Billy cried.
Billy was surprised to see that his mother still kept sucking him.
"I'm coming," he said as a warning.
But, still, Ann kept her mouth tightly wrapped around his prick.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Billy gasped as the eruption of his climax struck.
Billy watched his mother close her eyes as if trying to concentrate. He shot gushes of gism into her mouth. But she only swallowed quickly and kept sucking.
Billy bounced his head on the pillow as he was whipped with lashes of powerful pleasure. With his squirting cock in his mother's mouth he had an orgasm to end all orgasms. Even when his gism was spent his prick still burned with beautiful tingling sensations.
And Ann kept her mouth on his prick. Billy realized that she was sucking every bit of his juice from his cock. She must like the stuff, he figured.
When Ann finally lifted her head from her son's prick, it shone with her saliva. And it was slowly lying its head down on the boy's stomach.
"Oh, Mom," Billy said as Ann moved up beside him again. But there was nothing he could say. After that blow-job, words were meaningless. But they hugged, squeezing Ann's tits between them, and that said it all.
Ann was going to wait until her son's prick rose again. Then she would mount him and ride his cock like a bucking bronco.
And like a typical young kid, Billy was soon stiff and eager. Ann held his prick for a while. She wanted to give him a chance to catch his breath and get a bit horny.
But her cunt was less patient than her head. Ann climbed slowly over her son's hips. Still holding his prick, she guided it to the slippery lips of her twat.
Lying on his back, Billy watched his mother. Her tits swayed heavily as she knelt on spread knees over his hips. He watched her cunt descend on his cock, and he saw her put the fat head of his cock to her pussy.
Then, once again, Billy experienced the divine pleasure of feeling his mother's greedy cunt devouring him.
This was a better view than he'd had during the last fuck. He hadn't seen anything then. But now his mother's body was on display as she sat on him.
"Mmmm, Billy, I love how your prick fills me," Ann said.
"Oh, Mom!" Billy gasped. "I never felt anything so great as your curd on my cock."
Billy watched his mother's face take on the look of pure passion that told him how she liked fucking him. She leaned back, resting her ass on his thighs and grabbing her own tits. Billy was enjoying the sight as much as the sensations his cock was getting in her cunt.
Finally, Ann began a rocking motion. Billy's prick didn't slide in and out of her cunt: it merely stirred the juice and silky flesh. And although that motion was very nice for Billy, it was much more for Ann.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh," she began gasping loudly.
Billy could see where his mother's cunt was resting on his pubic patch. In the top of her spread gash he could see where her cunt was surrounded by pink flesh. And as Ann rocked, his prick made the flesh wiggle, giving her clit a real workout.
Billy saw his mother's tits begin to bounce as her movements became more vigorous. Her hips were rolling over Billy's hips, making his prick move from the front to the back of her slot, still without sliding in and out.
"Ohhhh, I love this so much!" Ann cried. "Oh, God!"
Ann leaned forward. She supported herself by putting her hands on Billy's chest. Now her tits were hanging low, swinging wildly. Billy reached out and took those pendulums in his hands. He was amazed at their weight and the way they moved.
"I'm coming!" Ann squealed suddenly. "Yeeeeeehhhhh."
Billy squeezed the bouncing, shaking tits as his mother wept crazy with lust.
Billy wanted to begin plunging his prick in that swamp of his mother's cunt. But he was going to wait until she had her own pleasure. So when Ann rolled off the boy, Billy didn't know what to think.
But then he saw his mother on her knees and resting her shoulders and head on the bed. Her ass and cunt were sticking out at him. Billy saw her pussy peeking out from beneath her wide ass as a starving dog sees a steak. His mouth began to water.
"Come on, honey," Ann said. "Fuck me."
Billy had heard of fucking doggie-style. But he never thought he would get his chance.
But now that his mother was sticking her ass into his face, he was ready. He scuffled behind her, bringing his prick to the hidden muff under her.
Billy grabbed his mother's lips. Then he began probing with his jerking cock at her cunt. He could feel wet hair down there, but it wasn't until his mother reached between her own legs, grabbed his prick, and brought it to her snatch that Billy felt his prick sinking into her body again.
Soon he was leaning his belly against her ass as his prick throbbed in her cunt. Then he began pumping.
"Owwwhhh," Ann sighed with every thrust of her son's cock.
Billy's belly slapped against his mother's ass with loud sounds. And each time he drove his prick deep up her twat Ann's body was given a jar. She had to lean back into the onslaught of Billy's position. Holding his mother's hips, he could give her the full length of his prick with each thrust.
Ann held her hand between her legs and under Billy's swinging balls. That way, as Billy's prick slid in and out of her cunt, his balls bounced along her palm.
"Ahhh, Mom!" Billy grunted. "I'm coming."
"Uh, uh, good," Ann said. "Keep fucking meeeee."
Billy's cock turned into a pillar of pleasure. And what little gism he had left began flowing into his mother's pussy.
Billy threw his head back in a fit of ecstasy. Then something caught his eye. He looked to the side and saw an astonishing sight. The mirror over his mother's dresser was giving him a great view of himself and, his mother. The sight of him pumping his prick into this gorgeous woman's cunt put the frosting on the cake of his orgasm.
When Billy could no longer keep his prick pumping, he dropped from his knees and landed with a bounce beside his mother.
"Oh, Billy," Ann cried in despair.
"What's the matter?" Billy asked.
"Oooo, I was about to come," Ann said as she rolled onto her back. "But that's all right. I can bring myself off."
"Gee, I didn't know," Billy said. "I'm sorry."
He knew that, he had a lot to learn about fucking. But when he saw his mother stick a finger into her own cunt and begin rubbing her own clit, he knew she could teach him.
Billy enjoyed the sight of his mother finishing herself off. After all, this whole adventure had started with her jerking off.
"Yeahhhhhhh. That's it!" Ann said as she came.
Ann and Billy lay beside each other again in the after-glow of fucking.
"Did you fuck Karen?" Ann asked suddenly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"I don't mind telling you. I just fucked her for the first time today," Billy said.
"Really?" Ann said, surprised. "Then this is really a big day for you. We'll have to celebrate. How about going out to dinner?"
"Sure," Billy said.
Billy was proud of himself. And it was a big day the biggest of his life.
Chapter Six
But the day wasn't over.
Ann got up from the bed to go to the bathroom. Billy watched her naked body disappear through the door. Then came a rude, shock.
"Jim!" Ann said suddenly. "What are you doing here?"
Billy knew that he'd better vanish. If Jim caught him in his mother's bed there was no telling what might happen.
"Are you with someone?" Jim asked. "I know it's none of my business. I've been thinking about it."
Billy was glad that Jim had come back. He knew that his mother had missed him. But he was preoccupied with getting out of sight. He slipped off the bed find headed for the closet. His mother probably wouldn't let Jim into the bedroom. But Billy didn't want to take any chances.
But just as he got off the bed, his foot got tangled in the cord of the phone on his mother's end table. The phone crashed to the floor with a surprisingly loud noise.
"There is someone in there with you!" Jim said in an increasingly angry voice.
Now Billy was frantic. He tried to make it into the closet with one big leap. But the phone cord was still around his ankle. This time the cord was pulled taut and Billy went sprawling. He bumped into the chest of drawers, hitting his head.
When Billy looked up, he saw Jim standing in the doorway, looking down at him. Billy had never seen such a shocked expression as the one on Jim's face.
Behind Jim, Billy could see his mother standing naked with a look of agonized horror on her face.
Jim looked from mother to son a few times. He had gone white.
"I can't believe it," he said. "And to think that I let Karen talk me into coming to see you."
Then Jim turned and left the house. Ann and Billy looked at each other.
"Gee Mom," Billy said. "I'm sorry. I was going to hide in the closet but..."
"That's all right, honey," Ann said weakly.
She came back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Billy got up from the floor, holding his head.
"I don't think it would have worked out anyhow," Ann said. "Jim and I are so far apart on a lot of things. I couldn't take his strict attitude any longer."
Billy still felt terrible though. But he let his mother make him feel better. They dressed and went out to dinner as they'd planned. But there was a sense of disappointment in the air.
When they got back from dinner, they noticed Karen's bicycle in their back yard. Billy and Ann looked at each other. What could this mean?
When they went into the house, they found Karen sitting at their kitchen table. She was alone.
"Hi," she said. "I hope you don't mind my coming in."
"Of course not, sweetheart," Ann said.
But after what had happened with Karen's father that afternoon, Billy and Ann were eager to find out what this visit meant.
"I talked my father into coming over here to talk with you, Ann," Karen said. "But when he got home he wouldn't tell me what happened."
Billy and Ann stared at the girl without offering to explain.
"And now he's talking about moving away from town," Karen said. "He spent the afternoon calling out of town about a new job."
"Gee, I'm sorry," Ann said. "Jim came over today, but when he got here he found me in bed with someone else."
"Oh," said Karen. "But, gee, that doesn't seem to be serious enough to make him want to quit his job and move out of town and everything."
Ann didn't tell the young girl any more. After all, she didn't want to ruin things between Karen and her son. And if she told Karen about their incest Karen would very likely not hang around very long.
But now it seemed that Karen wasn't going to be around much longer anyhow. If Jim were moving out of town just because he found out about Ann's incest, he must have been serious about his getting back together with her.
Maybe Karen should be told, Ann thought. But if so, Billy would have to be the one to tell her.
"I'll never forgive my father if he takes me away from here," Karen said as she gave Billy a look of longing.
Neither Ann nor Billy could think of anything they could say that would explain things to Karen. So after more conversation full of long, awkward pauses Karen said she had to go.
Billy and Ann said good by to her with relief. They both felt bad, but there didn't seem to be any way out. At least they still had each other.
Ann went to her son and put her arms around him.
"Wow, it looks like we've really made a mess of things," Ann said.
"I don't care," Billy said. "I'd rather have you than anyone."
They kissed. They were both surprised that even after everything that had happened that day they were both getting horny.
"Let's go to bed again," Billy said.
In a few minutes they were under the sheet in Ann's bed, naked and cavorting with each other's bodies.
Chapter Seven
Billy and Ann spent a lot of time fucking for the next few days. Now they were not only fucking for its own sake, but they were fucking in an attempt to forget their sadness about losing Jim and Karen.
Karen hadn't come back to see them, and they were both afraid that Jim had told her what was going on. Neither Ann nor Billy was ashamed of the incest, but they liked to think that it was a secret.
But one afternoon while Billy and Ann were resting after a long episode of perverted sex, there was a timid knock at the back door.
"I'll get it," Ann said leaving her son behind in her bed.
Billy listened for voices that would tell him who the visitor was. Actually, every time the doorbell or phone rang, Billy hoped it would be Karen. But each time he'd been disappointed.
Now, though, he heard Karen's voice. Billy jumped up and began putting on his clothes. His mother had answered the door with just a robe on, so Billy would have to get completely dressed so he wouldn't raise Karen's suspicions. After all, if a mother and son were both wearing robes in the middle of the afternoon it would look rather strange.
"Hi. Billy," Karen said when he finally came into the kitchen.
Billy said hello. He noticed Karen looking him up and down, and he felt embarrassed. Although he had, dressed, he knew that his hair wasn't combed and his clothes were wrinkled and disheveled.
"Karen says she has something to tell us," Ann said to Billy.
That sounded ominous. Billy stood staring at the young girl seated at the kitchen table. His mother was sitting too, and she looked worried.
Karen looked down at the table top. It seemed that she was gathering courage before speaking. Billy felt a cold sliver run down his back as he waited to hear what the girl would say.
"My father told me something that I couldn't believe," Karen said.
Both Ann and Billy gasped as they realized that Karen knew their secret.
"I didn't believe it though," Karen said. "It seemed too incredible to be true."
Ann felt an intense feeling of hate for Jim. What sort of man would tell his daughter about the incest of an ex-girl friend? Billy hated Jim too for what he'd told Karen.
"Please don't be mad at me," Karen said with difficulty.
Karen paused as though trying to think of how to say what was on her mind.
Ann and Billy were wondering what Karen could possibly be asking them not to be mad about. It seemed that she should be mad at them.
"I just couldn't believe what my father told me," Karen said. "So I..." she swallowed hard, still staring down at the table top, "I peeked though your window. I saw you fucking."
Now Billy and his mother were really speechless. They had been doing some pretty kinky things together. And the thought of this young girl peeking at them made them shiver with shame and excitement.
There was a long silence. As Billy and Ann thought about what Karen had confessed they began to wonder why she had come to tell them about it. Soon they were eager to hear more from this strange girl. But she remained silent.
"Why are you telling us this?" Ann finally asked.
"I just wanted you to know that I don't think like my father does," Karen said. "And I wanted to tell you that I think it's nice."
Ann and Billy were beginning to feel excited again. The presence of Karen in the room seemed to promise something neither of them had ever hoped for.
"I also wanted to say," Karen began but paused. She clasped her hands together on the table. Sweat was breaking out on her lip. "I wanted to say that I'd like to come to bed with you."
Billy ad Ann stared at Karen without saying a word. Then they looked at each other. Slowly, smiles began to spread across their faces.
"Can I?" Karen asked with obvious eagerness.
"It's okay with me," Ann said.
"And it's okay with me," Billy said happily. Karen jumped up from, the table and ran to Billy. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him Ann got up from the table too. Then Karen turned from Billy and hugged Ann.
"Oh, I'm so happy!" Karen squealed.
"Uh, would you like to come to bed with us now?" Ann asked.
"Sure," Karen said. "You're not mad at me for peeking at you, are you?"
"No of course not," Ann said. "I'm glad you did."
"Gee, Karen," Billy said. "I thought I'd never get another chance to fuck you."
As they walked to the bedroom, Ann wandered what was going to happen. She'd never expected to get this kinky. But she certainly wasn't going to turn down this opportunity.
When they got into the bedroom, Karen seemed a little shy suddenly. But Ann slipped out of her robe quickly, and Billy began to undress. So Karen just followed their example. Ann and Billy watched with lust as they saw Karen's supple body coming into view.
Ann had never been in bed with another chick before, and she was more excited than she'd been since first fucking her son Ann lay down. Billy remained standing. When Karen was naked she stood there, too shy to do anything without being invited to do it.
"Come lie down, honey," Ann said to the young girl.
The more Ann watched Karen's slender body, the more eager she was to feel it pressing against her. Karen slid into the bed with Billy following.
"Gee, this is strange," Karen said nervously.
Billy climbed between the two chicks. Making himself comfortable, he put an arm around each of them, and they leaned over him. His mother's tits rested on his chest heavily. Karen's firmer, smaller tits poked him with stiff nipples.
Ann kissed her son, and then let Karen kiss him.
They both were sliding a hand up one of Billy's thighs toward his standing prick. Ann arrived at his balls just in time to feel Karen's hand there too. Together they handled his prick and balls.
Billy could recognize the skillful touch of his mother's fingers on his prick. And he knew which fingers belonged to Karen. Those fingers were more eager, clumsier. But between them, they were making Billy's cock twitch mightily.
Karen would stick her tongue into one of Billy's ears while his mother kissed his neck and shoulders.
"I've dreamed of doing this," Billy aid. "But I never thought I'd get the chance."
It really was fabulously exciting to have two chicks in his arms. And when they both started kissing their way down his body, Billy began to realize the incredible possibilities.
Both chicks were still holding his prick as they moved their faces closer to it. Meanwhile, they kissed and licked his chest and stomach.
"Wow, this is too good to believe!" Billy said breathlessly.
Both chicks looked up at him and smiled.
Karen was wining the race to his cock. Her firm tits were already moving down his thigh as Ann remained behind, kissing his belly button.
Ann was watching Karen with pleasure. She gladly let Karen beat her to the prize of Billy's dong. She was going to love watching this young chick sucking lips on her son.
Karen was already licking the bucking pole that stood from Billy's crotch. Ann could see that the girl really loved what she was doing. She could never tell that she hadn't had much practice. But she would learn. After all, even Ann had been a beginner once.
Karen opened her mouth and took Billy's prick into it. With his prick in Karen's mouth and his mother still holding his balls, Billy was in a fit of pure ecstasy.
But Karen hadn't sucked on Billy's prick long before Ann had her face in his crotch too. While Karen's face was impaled on his jerking rod, Ann licked his balls and the base of his prick. Then Karen took her mouth from the prick and Ann replaced her.
The two cock-suckers began licking the head of Billy's prick together. Their tongues covered the bloated knob and each other too. Then the girls kissed each other with Billy's prick throbbing between their faces.
They found that kissing another chick was even more exciting than kissing a boy. Both of them were quickly becoming more eager for each other's bodies. But Ann was the first to reach for the other's tits. When she had her hand wrapped around Karen's soft jug she knew that this was for her.
Billy tucked a pillow under his head so he would watch the chicks sucking him. It was such a fantastic sight that he couldn't wait to try sucking two pussies.
Billy began wiggling his body around so he could get his head tucked between Karen's legs. He'd never eaten this young chick before, but now with her mouth on his prick he couldn't resist.
Karen and Ann kept licking and sucking Billy's prick even as he began lapping Karen's cunt. The young chick had sweet juice flowing from her twat already as Billy added his saliva to it.
As Billy sucked Karen's snatch, he felt the bed bouncing slightly with someone's movements. Then he realized that there was only one mouth around his prick. But with his face thrust between Karen's thighs, he couldn't tell what was going on.
"Oh, Karen!" Ann said. And although her words were muffled by the prick in her mouth, Billy thought he knew what was happening.
He lifted his face from Karen's cunt just long enough to make sure he was right. He was. Karen was putting her face between Ann's spread legs. Ann looked down at the girl who was about to suck her pussy.
With his face back in Karen's crotch, Billy couldn't see. But he could tell that his mother was enjoying the cunt-sucking Karen was giving her. His mother's mouth on his prick was trembling and she was humming her lust on his cock.
"Mmmmmn, uuuuuuuuu, ahbbbbhh, ahhhhhh," Ann was moaning on the prick in her mouth.
Billy loved sucking Karen's tasty mint. But he just had to watch Karen eating his mother. He took his face from her crotch and peeked over her back. He saw Karen pressing her face to Ann's wide-spread cunt. Her head was nodding as her tongue lapped the length of Ann's gash.
But it was soon clear to Billy that Karen missed his tongue in her cunt. She began reaching behind her, grabbing at Billy while continuing to suck Ann's twat.
Karen grabbed Billy's prick and tugged at it. At the same time, she lifted her ass and spread her legs. She tucked her knees under her and knelt with her face still in Ann's crotch.
It was obvious what she wanted. And Billy could give it to her and still watch her eating his mother's cunt.
He got to his knees and crawled behind Karen's high ass. He reached down and spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers. Then he slipped his prick into her pussy.
"Uh-h-h-h," Karen grunted into Ann's cunt when she felt Billy's prick sliding up her snatch.
Billy could look over Karen's back and watch his mother sprawled out under Karen's lapping head. Mother and son smiled at each other as they both enjoyed the younger chick's body.
Billy began sliding his prick in and out of Karen's tight cunt. He could look down and see his prick appearing and disappearing between his belly and Karen's ass as he pumped. Then he could look up along Karen's back to where her head was hovering over his mother's cunt. Then he could see the results of Karen's tongue as he saw his mother shake with joy.
"Ohhhhhhhh, honey!" Ann cried. "Uhhhhhhh!"
As Ann began to shake, Karen's ass began thrusting back against Billy's pumping prick. Billy knew that both chicks were getting close to coming. And he could feel his own orgasm blooming too.
Ann grabbed her own tits and squeezed, just as she did when Billy ate her. Billy felt Karen's twat spasming on his sliding prick. And it wouldn't be long before his gism flowed. With luck, they could all hit their climaxes together.
Ann was still looking into her son's eyes when her eyelid sagged. Billy recognized the expression on his mother's face. She was coming.
"Owwwwwwwwhhhhhh," Ann screamed, proving her son was right.
"Eeeeeee," Karen was squealing into Ann's cunt as she valiantly continued sucking her as her own orgasm bunt.
Billy held on to the sides of Karen's wide hips as he kept her orgasm exploding. Then his gism began spewing in huge gobs.
"Ahh, ahhh, ahhhhh," Billy gasped as he filled Karen's twat.
The three of them were shaking and howling with the bliss of their orgasms. They strove to keep each other vibrating with pleasure. And they managed to get every last bit of joy from the three-way perversion. But finally they fell into a sweating heap of wet flesh.
"Oh, my God," Ann gasped. "That was too fantastic!"
"Uhhh, yeah," Billy moaned.
"Oh, Billy, I've missed fucking you so badly!" Karen said.
They lay there gasping for breath. Their hands played over one another's body.
"I loved the way you ate me," Ann said to Karen. "Have you ever done that before?"
"No," Karen said. "But I've wanted to for a long time."
Then they were silent for awhile. But they all knew what each was thinking. It wouldn't be long before Jim took Karen away. They would probably never get a chance to enjoy each other again.
"It's too bad my father couldn't be with us," Karen finally said.
"That's what I've been thinking," Ann said. "But your father is pretty up-tight about this sort of thing. And after catching Billy and me in bed -- forget it."
Karen was quiet. But she had an intense look on her face.
"I don't know," she said. "I have a feeling my father might come around yet."
"I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you," Ann said. "You'll only be disappointed."
"He's been very horny lately," Karen said. "I heard his bed creaking last night. I'm sure he was jerking off."
"I'm sure he'd rather jerk off than fuck me again, not to mention have an orgy with all of us," Ann said.
"I have, an idea," Karen said. "What if I fucked him? Then he'd have to forgive you for fucking Billy. Then he'd have no reason not to join us."
Ann was shocked. Not because Karen's idea was distasteful, in fact; the thought of Jim fucking his daughter was exciting to Ann. But Ann was shocked at the thought that it just might work.
Now Karen was climbing off the bed. She began pulling on her clothes.
"I think I can do it," she said. "He's horny. And if I play my cards right, he wouldn't have a chance."
"Well, if anyone can do it, you can," Ann said to the young girl. "You're wonderful."
"So are you, Ann," Karen said. "And if it doesn't work, I'll never forget what just happened."
Chapter Eight
That evening as Karen made her father dinner as usual, she was dressed very sexy. She wore a transparent blouse without the bra she usually wore under it. And she wore a pair of the shortest cut-off jeans that she owned.
Jim walked around the kitchen watching his daughter prepare dinner. He never did that before. Karen knew her plan was going to work.
After dinner, Karen made sure that she was sitting in a spot that would show off her body to its best advantage. So she sat on the couch between her father and the television. She knew that the light from the TV screen was shining though her blouse, giving her father a great look at her tits though the sheer material of her blouse.
Karen could feel her father's hungry eyes on her body. Before long her cunt was dripping with hot juice. She knew it was only a matter of time before she had him where she wanted him in his bed.
Meanwhile, showing her father her tits had made Karen so excited she had to go to her room and jerk off. Then she left her wet and fragrant panties where he would find them in the bathroom. Karen loved playing this game.
Once, when Karen lay in bed jerking off she had left her door slightly opened. And she knew that her father was out there watching her. And as she passed his bedroom door later, she could hear his mattress creaking as he jerked off. Karen knew that he was thinking of her as he tugged on his prick.
But the next day Karen got a shock.
"I've got a new job," Jim said as he opened a letter that just arrived. "We can leave town in a few days."
Karen would have to act fast, she knew. In fact, she would have to get her father into her pussy that very night.
"I want you to start getting your things packed, honey," he said to her.
As Karen went through the motions of sorting through her things, her mind was busy batching a plan to seduce her father. Yes, it would have to be tonight.
Karen was so excited that she couldn't help going to her room once again to jerk off. She hadn't seen her father naked since she was a very little girl, but now as she undressed she imagined what he would look like naked.
Since she'd been showing off her body for her father she had noticed that there was a good sized lump in his pants. He had a beauty of a prick, she knew.
So when Karen lay down on her bed and spread her naked thighs, she slipped three fingers up her cunt, imagining them to be her father's prick. And as she moved those fingers in and out of her tight tunnel, she tried to imagine what her father would look like with a grimace of lust on his face.
As the pleasure mounted in her, Karen let her mouth open and the sounds of her pleasure escaped into the room.
"Ooooooo," she sighed.
The thought that her father might hear her and get excited about what she was doing alone in her room made her let another sexy sigh escape from her lips. This time she sighed louder.
Then as her orgasm began to gather in her cunt, she let out a panting sound like a dog on a hot day.
Even if her father wasn't listening to her, the thought that he might be made her climax.
Karen's fingers kept sliding in the tight grip of her pussy until she couldn't bear it any longer. Then she lipped off her bed and quickly went to her door. She opened the door with the hope of finding her father there. Her heart sunk when she found he wasn't.
She took a bath, then, dressed in a loose-fitting robe, began preparing dinner. The last of the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window silhouetted her body in her robe.
When her father sat down at the table, she served him food for his eyes as well as for his stomach. She saw how his eyes followed her bobbing tits as she carried a platter of roast beef to the table.
When dinner was over, Jim remained at the table while Karen washed the dishes. She hoped the light over the sink was as good as the sun for showing off her body.
As she scrubbed the pots, she felt her ass wiggling back and forth in the robe. Jim was getting an exciting view, she knew.
But she had to keep the show climbing to a climax she couldn't let her father cool down. So, when the dishes were done, Karen went into the living room and sat down opposite from her father's favorite chair.
Throwing a leg over the arm of her chair, she exposed the silky skin of one inner thigh. When she felt a cool draft on her pussy she was afraid she might be getting too bold, but then she realized that there could be no such thing as "too bold" now. After all, she had to get her father into her bed that very night.
"I'm going down to the basement to pack up my shop tools," Jim said when he came into the room.
But when he saw his daughter sitting there in her sexy loveliness he sank into his seat, forgetting about everything else. Karen pretended to read a magazine. From the corner of her eye, however, she was watching her father watching her.
She knew that her dark nipples could be seen though the fabric of her robe. And, in order to make herself even more alluring, she reached up to the neck line of her robe, slipped her hand inside, and lightly scratched one tit. When her hand went back down to her magazine, her tit was left partly exposed.
When she saw her father pick up the newspaper she was afraid he'd grown tired of the view. She looked up, though, and saw him peering over the paper at her. Their eyes met momentarily, and then they both looked down again. But now they both knew what was happening, whether they admitted it or not.
Karen pretended to get even more involved in her magazine, so when she twisted in her chair and gave her father a good shot of her naked crotch, she could appear to be unaware that she was exposed. Jim turned the pages of the paper, but Karen knew his eyes were on her pussy.
Jim had seen his daughter glance up, catching him looking at her over his paper. But he still couldn't quite believe she was showing him her cunt purposely.
In any case, the sight was filling him with overwhelming horniness. He had seen her fleecy pussy several times lately, and each time he had been more eager for it despite his attitude toward incest.
Karen's posture on the chair now gave Jim one of the best views of her cunt, however. He could clearly see her cuntal mouth though that silken hair. And below that furry delta, her tender asscheeks showed plump and soft.
Jim couldn't help imagining himself pressing his head to that warm junction. Incest be damned. But, still, he didn't for a moment think his daughter would welcome his advances.
His prick had stiffened, and the newspaper hid his hand as he stroked the hard rod through his pants. Karen could feel her pussy moistening as the thrill of showing off her cunt had its effect. She was also excited by the task that lay before her, that is, getting her father's prick into the hot lips he was now staring at.
"I think I'll turn in early," Jim said suddenly.
At first Karen was surprised that her father was leaving the view she was offering him. Then she realized what his reason must be. Naturally, he had to jerk off after studying that beautiful sight, and Karen knew she was about to get a chance to fulfill her desire.
"Good night," she said, turning her face up and puckering her lips.
They had always kissed goodnight, but now Jim seemed reluctant. But, he came to his daughter and peeked down her robe at her tits as he touched her lips with his own. Karen noticed he limped and saw the lump in his crotch.
She waited a few minutes after her father had climbed the stairs, then followed, quietly. His door was closed. Karen's heart was throbbing as she crept up to the door and listened. Just as she'd expected, the sound of his bed bouncing slightly could be heard. She knew what she had to do.
Taking a deep breath, Karen tried to steady herself but her hand trembled as she reached for the door knob. Then, as naturally as possible, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
"Can I come in?" she said, just as she had rehearsed it in her mind on her way up the stairs.
She stood frozen in pretended shock as though she hadn't expected the sight that met her eyes. Her performance pleased her, but the very genuine lust she was experiencing helped her play the part.
On his bed, her father was lying naked with his stiff prick in his hand. His expression showed the horror he felt at being caught. After the initial shock wore off Jim flubbed at his blankets, hiding his cock.
"Karen!" he shouted crossly, but that was all he said, for the girl had started toward him.
Jim couldn't imagine what she was about to do. His face was an embarrassed blank. He felt his hunger for the young girl battling with his horror of incest.
"Dad," Karen said softly, approaching his bed.
They were both speechless, but Karen kept walking toward him. Jim clutched the covers over his lower body, but didn't shrink away from what was going to happen. In another second, Karen was sliding into the bed beside him.
Slithering under the blanket, she pressed herself to him. Something seemed to snap inside Jim. He broke the bonds of his shocked constraint. Letting go of the blanket, Jim grabbed his daughter.
His hands filled with her swelling tits and ass. Had he forgotten how fantastic a supple woman's body felt, or was this chick something special? In any case, his daughter made him burn with desperate passion.
"Karen, Karen," he gasped. "This isn't right. But, Goddamn it, I can't help myself!"
"Don't worry about anything, Dad. Just fuck me."
Karen was glad her plan was working. But more important, her father's hard cock pressing against her promised a great fuck. She needed to feel a big prick in her; after all, it had been a while since her last fuck.
Pressing his mouth to his daughter's, Jim pushed his tongue deep, tasting her saliva. He could tell by the way Karen was wrapping her legs around him, grinding her wet pussy on his hip, that she was not a newcomer to this sport.
As he sunk his fingers into the ripe softness of her jugs, he felt her strong but delicate fingers massaging his shoulders and back.
When Jim felt his daughter's hand slide down his stomach to where his cock head was squeezed between them, he trembled in anticipation. Her fingers played over the head, then ran down the shaft to his balls. Moving to the side, he let his prick spring free so she could manipulate it without hindrance.
Karen's fingers wrapped lightly around his prick and moved the skin gently up and down. But even that slight pumping made Jim arch his back in the grip of ecstasy. When she took her mouth away from his and began moving down his body, Jim squirmed with the knowledge that he was in for a real treat.
As he watched his girl crawl between his legs, his prick still gripped in her fist, Jim fought with his conscience. This was incest, but it was beyond his power to resist. He couldn't remember ever being so excited.
"Karen, I never dreamed I would ever feel your naked body on mine, but I have to admit I've been thinking about it lately," he said.
"Mmmmm, so have I, Dad. You're the most exciting guy I ever knew!"
Jim saw her pink tongue flash and felt its wet surface wipe across his prick knob. He shivered. His prick pulsed powerfully in his daughter's grip. She licked the bulb a few more times, then her mouth hung open and her head descended.
"Ahhhh," Jim gasped as he felt her hot mouth surrounding his cock.
The sight of his shaft thrust into his daughter's face was almost as exciting as the physical sensation. Her eyes were closed as though she were concentrating on her sucking. Her tongue moved around the puffed head like a lazy snake, but the effect was profound.
"Oh, Karen, honey!" he squealed. "Oh, God. Uhhh. That feels so damn good!"
Karen took her mouth from the head and kissed her way down the shaft to his balls. After kissing and licking those nuggets, she straddled him and dragged her cunt over his chest, leaving a trail of fragrant juice mingling with his sweat.
Jim watched his daughter coming toward his face. Her tits swung and swayed. Her cunt could be seen spread on his heaving body, and Jim's mouth watered with eagerness for her to reach his mouth.
Easing her knees over Jim's arms, Karen lifted her pussy from his chest and brought it over his face. The cunt odor enveloped his face as he watched the spread gash come into range. As he stuck out his tongue, he looked up and saw Karen looking down at him. Her passionate face was framed between her heavy tits.
As soon as he tasted his daughter's simmering twat, Jim's head was clouded with the drunkenness of her cunt liquor. Nothing in the world counted except the cunt on his face and the intense pleasure it was giving him. His tongue moved with a life of its own as he gave himself up to animal lust.
"Oh, mmmm ooooooh," Karen moaned.
She was surprised at the strength and speed with which her father's tongue raped her. Even Billy's cunt sucking technique seemed mild in comparison.
Karen wondered if her father could breathe as he buried his mouth and nose in her soaking cunt. She knew that he must be drinking huge quantities of her juice.
Clutching his daughter's ass, Jim moved her hips in one direction while he moved his face in the opposite direction. His tongue circled the portal of her tunnel then speared it so deeply his teeth pressed into her tender lips. When his tongue was as high up that flowing chamber as he could get it, he fluttered it with all his might.
"Uhhh. Ooooooh. AHHHHHH!" Karen cried as her body flailed. "I'm coming. Yeaaaaa!"
Although, in her desperate condition, she couldn't form the words, her father got the idea. He kept his tongue screwing and fluttering even though it had begun to ache with the effort. Karen leaned forward and pressed the bud of her clit on his nose.
Grabbing the headboard of the bed, Karen came while her father looked up past her muff at her bouncing tits.
After a precious few seconds of pure joy, Karen's body melted into a sweaty heap beside her father. Jim, however, was charged with eager greed. He unfolded his daughter's limp arms and legs, opening her to his attack. Covering her heaving chest with his own, he brought his cock to her spread crotch, and guided it into her slot.
With a deft movement of his hips, Jim filled his daughter with his stiff meat, making them both gasp with rapture. The exquisite feeling of having his prick in the confines of her cunt made Jim change his mind once and for all about incest. The cunt around his cock now was the tightest and sweetest one he'd ever experienced.
"Dad, you're so big," Karen groaned. "It feels like your splitting me in two."
"Does it hurt?" Jim asked solicitously.
"Nooo. It feels great," she breathed. "Fuck me, stab me."
Jim began pumping. Karen followed his thrusts with counter thrusts. While they lunged their hips together, Jim kissed his daughter again, giving her a taste of her own pussy from the juice smeared on his face. Never had either of them worked so hard, expended so much energy, but the teasing and peeking they had been engaged in for the last week had stored up huge quantities of lust in each of them. That lust was suddenly pouring out in the form of mad fucking.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh," Jim moaned every time his prick was sent high up that hot tube.
"Come on, come on. Fuck me! Oh, let me have more," Karen answered.
Loud slapping sounds filled the room as their tummies hit. A liquid sloshing could also be heard as Jim's fat cock churned Karen's copious cunt syrup.
Nearing his orgasm, Jim suddenly lifted his chest from Karen's. Supporting himself on his knees, he continued fucking with the view of her body stretched out before him.
The sight of her great, wobbling tits, the look on her face, and his cock plunging into her pink lips, increased Jim's pleasure until he was trembling. Then with a piercing scream, he began filling her with spurt after spurt of rich cream.
Karen felt the ejaculation. The sight of her father's face brought her near a second climax. But when Jim had shot his last and was collapsing on top of her, she hadn't quite reached it. So, she closed her legs, clamping the shrinking cock tightly in her, and began rocking her hips desperately.
Jim realized what she was trying to do. He began pumping again. Together, they managed to squeeze that second orgasm from her. Then they let every muscle in their bodies relax.
"Karen, I don't know what to say," Jim said after a while. "I don't know what to think, either."
"Don't think about it at all," Karen said. "Just enjoy it."
They lay like that for almost an hour. Finally, Jim rolled off the girl and sent her to her own room.
"I have so much to think about," he said. "We'll have to have a talk tomorrow. I have to get this straightened out."
Of course, Karen knew exactly what he was thinking. He would have no choice but to forgive Ann and Billy now. She was so excited she wanted to call them, but she knew that that would be dangerous. If her father overheard such a conversation, all would be lost. She would have to wait until the next day.
Karen could hardly fall asleep with the happiness bursting within her.
Chapter Nine
Ann had been trying not to think about Karen and Jim. Karen's plan was too far out, she thought. But when she saw Jim drive past the house, her heart almost stopped.
She saw him glance quickly at the house. But he drove on. Ann had nearly calmed herself when, an hour later, he cruised by again. Again, he didn't stop.
Now Ann was in a state of near panic. Why was Jim driving past the house? Could Karen have actually fucked him as she said she would? Was he coming to apologize?
The phone rang. Ann expected to hear Jim's voice on the line, but when she heard Karen's voice instead she was almost relieved.
"It happened last night," Karen blurted.
"What did?" Ann asked, afraid to assume, anything.
"I fucked him," Karen said excitedly. "I fucked Dad! Now he's every bit as perverted as the rest of us. He can't hold your incest against you any longer."
"Oh, Karen, he's been driving past the house all morning."
"He's probably afraid to face you. You know how shy he can be."
"I'm going to hang up now," Ann said. "The next time he comes by, I'll go out as if it were coincidental. When he sees me, he'll have to stop."
"Good idea," Karen said.
Before resuming her vigil at the window, Ann dressed in a sexy outfit, told Billy what happened, and asked him to keep out of sight. Then she sat down near the living room window. She would see him coming down the street, and could breeze out the front door just as he passed.
Ann's stomach grew tight with anticipation. She had to sit on her hands so she wouldn't chew her finger nails. Jim didn't show himself again, though. After a few hours, Ann sadly gave up. Billy found her in her room, lying in the dark.
"It was stupid of me to get my hopes up," she told her son.
"Maybe he'll still come ever," Billy said. "He can't be mad at us for fucking now that he's fucked Karen."
"I don't care," Ann said. "I just want to forget him."
Billy left his mother with her disappointment. He thought he would call Karen to see what had happened, but Jim might answer and that would only make things worse.
"Well, what happened, Dad?" Karen asked when her father came home that afternoon. "What did Ann say?"
"I didn't see her," Jim said. "I was going to, but after the things I said to her and I'm not sure that I want to forgive her. And I don't think we should repeat what happened last night, either. I just lost my head, that's all."
Jim told Karen to make dinner. But she wasn't finished with her father. She knew he would be difficult, and she was ready to continue the fight.
"I have to go to the store for a few things," she told her father.
Going to the store was merely an excuse to get away from home to make a phone call. Karen realized how disappointed Ann must feel, so she wanted to tell her that there was only a slight delay in the reconciliation. Also, Karen had a new plan a more aggressive one.
"Don't worry," Karen told Ann over the phone. "He's only being stubborn. I want you to show up at our place at exactly nine o'clock tonight. Slip in the back door and come upstairs, but be quiet. You'll know what to do when you get here."
Ann was hesitant, but Karen insisted.
"He's a good man, Ann. Don't let him get away. And we both know what a great fuck he is."
Ann couldn't argue with that. She agreed to Karen's plan.
"But it better work," Ann said. "I can't take much more of this."
Ann thought she had been nervous that afternoon, but now she really knew what it meant to be nervous. Karen hadn't even told her what the plan was. But Karen was right about Jim's being a good man, Ann wasn't going to give up as long as there was any hope.
Ann wasn't the only one who was nervous. Karen half promised Ann she would fix things, and now she had to make good. Since Ann was going to arrive at nine, Karen had to plan her moves very carefully.
After dinner she and her father sat around in the living room. But Karen didn't try to turn him on with coy tricks. They were past that stage.
Since Jim had said he didn't want to repeat last night's fun, Karen would have to bring out the big guns for a frontal attack. She waited until about eight-thirty. Then she went to her father and sat on the arm of his easy chair. Leaning over him, pressing a warm tit against his ear, she ran her fingers though his wavy hair.
"No, Karen," he said jumping up. "I told you, no more of that!"
"Why not, Dad?" she asked in an innocent voice.
"I don't even want to talk about it. Now just forget it."
Karen recognized the same quality in her father's voice that he had used when refusing her an ice cream cone when she was a little girl. She always got the ice cream though, and she was going to get him, now.
Without saying another word, she began unbuttoning her blouse. Jim looked away, facing the floor. Soon Karen was pulling her blouse off. Taking a tit in each hand, massaging them, she offered her father a picture of sensual beauty. It was eight thirty-five already, she noticed.
"Oh, Dad," she cooed. "It was so wonderful fucking you last night. I'm really going to miss it if it never happens again."
"Well, it isn't, and you'd better get used to it," Jim said.
As he said that he glanced in her direction. Then he looked away stubbornly. But Karen saw that he had a little difficulty tearing his eyes away. After all, the sight of a gorgeous young chick playing with her tits wasn't something a guy sees every day.
Karen let go of one giant jug and began unfastening her slacks. Slipping a hand down over her pussy, the bumps of her fingers could be seen through the material, wiggling and rubbing. Jim continued pacing, taking quick looks at the outrageous behavior of his daughter. He saw her peel her pants and undies off.
If he were serious about not fucking her again, he would either leave the room or force her to stop her display, Karen knew. Victory was only minutes away. But minutes counted if her plan were to succeed.
"Couldn't we just jerk off together?" Karen asked. "That would be fun, and it wouldn't be incest, would it?"
Jim didn't say anything. Karen knew he was weakening. Rising from the arm of the chair, she began wiggling out of her slacks. Then she combed her fingers through her cuntal hair, lifted a tit in her other hand, and walked toward her father. Catching up to him as he paced, she pressed a tit to his arm.
Jim pulled away. Karen, still following him, slipped a few fingers into her cunt, moistening them with the juice that was already drooling. When she caught him again, she passed the damp fingers beneath his nose.
"When you ate me last night, I thought I had died and gone to heaven," she said. "I never felt anything like that before. Do it again, Dad. Please!"
"Oh, Karen. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess..."
Jim didn't finish his sentence. He grabbed his daughter's wet fingers, brought them to his face, and slipped them into his mouth. Karen smiled as she felt the joy of victory mingling with the anticipation of another session with her father.
"Come upstairs," Jim said.
But Karen was already dragging him behind her. As they climbed the stairs, she gave him a good view of her pussy peeking out from beneath her bouncing ass not that Jim needed any more encouragement, she just like showing herself to him. It was ten until nine. Perfect timing, she thought.
Karen undressed her father as he stood watching her in his mirror. She opened his shirt and pressed her tits against his bare chest. They kissed. Then she sank to her knees, unfastened his belt and let his pants fall.
She had to disentangle his stiff prick from his shorts before getting it out. Karen stared at the wide, bobbing head of the prick as though she were hypnotized by it. Then, for the second time in two days, she leaned forward and kissed his prick.
Jim looked down at his daughter, and then glanced at the scene in the mirror. It was nice having two vantage points. By watching in the mirror, he could see how Karen's young body was arranged in a kneeling position; her ass sticking out proudly behind her, her tits jutting toward his knees so the nipples nearly touched him.
Then, looking down, he saw how his prick began to disappear into his daughter's mouth. She swiveled her head from side to side, twisting her hot mouth around the burning cock head. Jim leaned back to get a better view.
Sliding her hand up one of her dad's thighs, the sucking girl caressed his balls so gently that Jim was surprised at her finesse. With his cock in her mouth and his balls in her hand, Jim felt suspended in a web of sexual delight.
"I wish we could freeze this moment forever," Jim said softly. "I'm in heaven."
To show her appreciation of her father's kind words, Karen pressed her head forward, sliding the knob of his prick deep into her throat. At the same time, her hand tightened around his heavy balls, but not so much that it hurt. By slowly moving her head back and forth, Karen sent currents of pleasure into her father via a half-swallowed cock.
"Oh, baby," Jim gasped. "Oh, God! Ohhh, ohhhhh."
Chapter Ten
The sound of Jim's pleasure was the first thing Ann heard as she slipped into the back door. She had left her car down the street, and, with a pounding heart, crept toward the house like a thief. It was hard to imagine that that was the way to get her man back, but she trusted Karen.
Ann had peeked in the windows, and when she saw that there wasn't anyone on the first floor, she was able to gather enough courage to go in. The sounds of lust drifting down the stairs proved what Ann had found so incredible Jim and Karen were doing the same things she and Billy had done.
Stepping as softly as she could, she crept to the stairs and began climbing. Every creak of the stairs made Ann freeze in horror of being discovered. She kept climbing, though.
As she neared the top, she could see into Jim's room. It seemed like years since she'd been in that room with him. And Jim's sounds of lust, growing louder as she approached, brought, back the memories of her own, in that room.
Another step brought the sight of Jim's back and shoulders into view. The next step revealed Karen kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Luckily, Jim's back was toward the door, but then Ann realized that Karen had planned it that way.
Ann's nervousness and fear began to melt away in the heat of her voyeuristic passion. And, even though she'd started the incestuous behavior, the sight of Karen sucking her father's prick was a shock.
Karen swiveled her father slightly, to give Ann a view of her face. Ann saw that familiar, fat prick sticking into the girl's mouth, she saw Karen look at her. Ann instinctively stepped back, but she had nothing to worry about. In fact, now she knew what she would have to do. Karen's plan was suddenly clear.
But Ann decided to wait. Jim was caught red handed. Ann was going to wait, however, until he was deeper into his pit of incestuous lust before showing herself.
Besides, since watching was proving to be extremely exciting, Ann didn't want to waste that enjoyment. She sat on a stair with her legs spread, then slipped a hand up her skirt. When she made her move she was going to be in the same state of passion as Jim and Karen.
As Ann diddled her pussy and watched, Karen slipped her father's prick out of her mouth, rose to her feet, and took him by the hand. Walking backwards, she led her father to the bed. There, she lay down with her legs splayed.
"Suck my cunt, Dad," Karen said loudly enough for Ann to hear. "Eat me like you did last night."
Jim didn't say anything, but walked toward his daughter.
Ann could feel her pussy swelling with passion as she watched Jim crawl between his daughter's legs and lower his face to her cunt. The memory of that champion tongue in her own cunt almost made Ann run to join them. But she resisted. When the right time came, though, she knew just what she would do.
Far now, however, she would satisfy herself with her fingers and the incredible sight she was watching. Reaching between the pudgy lips of her soaking pussy, Ann tried to imitate the frantic action of Jim's tongue.
Watching his head nodding between Karen's thighs made it easy to pretend it was her cunt he was lapping. She followed the rhythm of his head movements in rubbing the slippery interior of her slot.
As Ann watched Karen squirming in profound pleasure under her father's cunt-lapping, she remembered that same chick sucking her cunt when they and Billy had had that orgy. Now she was looking forward to another orgy with Jim. If everything worked out as she hoped, there would be orgies every night.
"Dad, oh, Dad, I'm going to come!" Karen moaned. "Fuck me, quick! Bring me off with your prick. Ohhh, fuck me!"
Ann followed. Jim's prick with her eyes as he lifted his body from between Karen's legs. She watched as he stuck his cock between the girl's thighs and threaded it into her cunt. This was what she was waiting for; she pulled her panties off but left her skirt on.
Karen was going to come very soon, Ann knew. Then it would be Jim's turn. But before he reached his orgasm, he was going to be interrupted. Ann waited for the right moment as Karen squealed in ecstasy.
"Eeeeooowwww," the younger girl wailed as her father pumped his prick madly in her crotch.
Ann stood and crept into the room. Jim, in his passion, didn't notice her. He was working on his daughter so intently Ann didn't know how to get his attention. She almost called out his name, but decided to be more subtle. Simply walking toward them was bound to attract his attention. Ann shook with a combination of lust and fear. She was only a few feet away from the fucking couple, and, still, Jim hadn't noticed her, although Karen was looking right up at her. Suddenly, Jim was looking at her too.
Ann remained silent as she watched Jim's face turn white. He stared at her as though she were a ghost. Ann almost felt sorry for him as she thought about the shock he must be feeling, but she remained quiet.
Jim's hips pound to a stop. Slowly, he rolled off his daughter, his cock throbbing in empty air.
"Ann," he finally gasped. "I don't know what to, to, oh, Ann, I'm so sorry!"
His misery was so deep that Ann had to throw herself on the bed and take the poor man into her arms.
"I tried to come to see you," Jim said. "But after treating you so badly I just couldn't face you. You can see what's been going on here. I've been doing the same thing you have. Can you forgive me?"
"Sure, darling," Ann said. "I understand. It's all right."
"Well, I think I'll leave you two alone," Karen said. She was satisfied in every way.
"No, don't," Ann said. "Help me take care of your father. After all, I interrupted him at an important moment."
Karen was glad to stay. Ann began undressing with Karen's and Jim's help. Soon, three naked bodies were jostling together on the bed.
Jim's prick was growing again as his daughter and Ann coaxed it with greedy fingers. It was obvious that Jim was getting over his surprise and was getting back into the heat of sex.
"Let's get on with what I interrupted," Ann said. "But, Karen, would you mind terribly if I took your place?"
"Be my guest," the younger girl said.
The thought of having Jim's prick in her again after so long brought tears of happiness to Ann's eyes, but she fought them back as Jim mounted her. Ann felt the powerful cock at her cunt. Then, suddenly, she was full of his hardness.
"Oh, Jim. Oh, it feels so wonderful to have you inside me again," she cooed.
"I'm so glad you're back, Ann," he said as he began pumping.
The pressure of his gism hadn't really subsided. He began pumping his prick into Ann with all the energy he'd been applying to his daughter. Ann had gotten so excited by watching that she was matching his thrusts with mighty thrusts of her own hips.
Karen was moved by the reunion. And she was thrilled to be the odd man at the moment. Not since she had been in bed with Ann and Billy had she had the pleasure of watching a vigorous fucking. She lay close to the couple, her arm over her father's back.
As Ann and Jim kissed, Karen pressed her face to theirs. The kiss was shared among them, their tongues and saliva joining. Karen was getting eager to fit into the fucking more actively.
"Jim, I'm going to come!" Ann moaned.
"Me too," he gasped. "Uhhhh."
As the chorus of ecstasy filled the room, Karen moved away from the orgasming couple. Not only did that afford her a better view, but she was able to get at her own body with her anxious hands. She leaned back, spread her legs, and inserted a finger into her cunt. Until someone else was available, she would have to play with herself.
Tickling her own cunt while watching her father and Ann writhing in rapture was wonderful. Karen shoved one tit up to her mouth and licked the nipple. As she kept herself amused, she was bounced on the stormy sea of the bed.
When Ann and Jim lay still finally, they felt the bed continuing to rock. They looked at Karen in her posture of self manipulation. She was smiling at them as she stirred her twat and sucked her tit. Ann glanced at Jim's face to judge his reaction. He was really a changed man, she could see by the amused expression on his face.
Remembering how Karen had eaten her cunt the last time they'd been in bed together gave Ann an urge to repay the favor. But would that be going too far for Jim's taste? She remembered, also, his rage the last time he'd caught her doing something he thought perverted. But, if they were going to get back together, he would have to take her with all her perversions.
The thought of eating a cunt captured Ann's imagination with overpowering force. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself crawling off Jim and into the vee of Karen's legs. Karen took her hand away from her cunt, leaving it spread and empty.
As Ann got into position, she wondered what Jim was thinking. If she could have seen his face at that moment, she would have seen a look of kinky enjoyment. Jim had really come over to the side of perverted sex.
Ann wished she could dive into Karen's pussy as eagerly as Karen had dived into hers, but she wasn't as free as the younger girl. At her age, taking such a big step into perversion wasn't easy. But the sweet odor of the fresh, young twat was drawing her watering mouth toward it.
As she neared that fragrant and wet slot, Ann felt her pulse beating in her temples. By the time she felt Karen's silken thighs sliding along her cheeks, she knew that she was going to love this new sport.
Karen's pubic hair seemed as soft as corn silk. She stuck out her tongue, found the wet opening, and tasted the salty nectar that flowed there.
Her first taste of another woman's cunt was enough to make Ann a confirmed cunt-lapper. She licked that open wound with increasingly eager wags of her tongue while the slippery juice spread over her face. When she stuck her tongue high up Karen's canal, she concentrated on how the soft pussy-lips felt pressed against her cheeks.
Cunt-sucking was such a wonderfully different thrill, Ann couldn't help wondering if there were other avenues of sexual gratification she hadn't discovered yet if there were, she promised herself she would try them.
Ann pressed her face as firmly as she could to Karen's crotch as her tongue learned the technique of eating a cunt. Karen's voice, rising in cries of joy, conveyed the message that Ann's tongue was doing a good job. As she explored the aunt on her face, she reached up over the young girl's chest and grabbed her tit.
Since Karen had been rubbing herself off when Ann started eating her, she was nearing an orgasm before long. Ann could feel the cunt lips swelling as the girl writhed. The louder Karen moaned the harder Ann's tongue bore down on the lining of her cunt. Ann was amazed at the power of Karen's thrusting hips as she hit her climax.
"No! Don't stop," Karen screamed when Ann lifted her head.
Ann put her mouth back to Karen's cunt; the younger girl clawed desperately at Ann's head. Placing her tongue on the stiff button of Karen's clit, Ann wiggled it until Karen screamed for her to stop.
Not bad for a first attempt, Ann told herself. She lifted her head and saw the devastated girl lying before her. Karen looked beautiful in her dazed satisfaction.
Then the three of them pulled a sheet over their naked bodies and cuddled in the warmth of spent lust. Jim, sandwiched between hot tits, realized what a fool he had been.
"I've been so stupid. So pig-headed," he said.
"Yeah," Ann agreed. "You have but now everything will be perfect."
"Yeah, Dad," Karen said. "We're going to have a ball from now on."
Chapter Eleven
Billy was surprised to see his mother coming home with Karen and her father. The memory of Jim's last visit, when he caught him and his mother fucking, made Billy nervous. But he knew that everything must have been straightened out.
"Hi, honey," Ann said as she came in.
"Hi, Billy," Karen said.
Billy could see that Jim felt awkward.
"Hello, Billy," Jim said. "I want to apologize for the way I acted last time."
Jim offered his hand to Billy. Billy took the hand and shook it happily.
"That's okay," he said. "I'm sorry too. After all, Mom was really your girl."
"Well, Karen was your girl, and I fucked her. I guess we'll just have to learn to share from now on."
Billy could hardly believe what was happening. It seemed too good to be real.
"We just showed Jim how much fun sharing could be," Ann said. "Too bad you missed it."
"Yeah. Dad fucked both of us," Karen said. Jim looked slightly uncomfortable. It would take him a while to get used to the wanton life the others had been living.
"And we're going to get muffled right away," Ann said to Billy. "We're going to get the blood tests and license tomorrow."
The next day, the kids joined their parents when they went for the license and blood test.
"You kids wait in the car," Jim said. "This will only take a few minutes."
"Isn't it great that we're going to be brother and sister?" Karen asked.
"Yeah. I've always wanted a sister," Billy said.
As Karen smiled slyly, Billy slid across the back seat to her side. He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her.
"Billy, we can't do anything here, now."
"Can't I at least feel your tits?" Billy asked. Naturally, Karen couldn't refuse. But it was hard to stop at that stage of sexual play. Before long, he had his hand in Karen's pants.
"Here they come," Karen said just as Billy had slipped his finger between the loose lips of her cunt.
Billy retreated to his own side of the seat quickly and sniffed his fingers. But he wondered what would have happened if he hadn't stopped. He knew that Jim was wise to his fucking Karen, just as Billy knew about Jim's incest. Still, it was such a strange situation; Billy had to take it slowly.
"Now we have to drive downtown to get the license," Jim said.
On the way, Karen slipped off one of her sandals. Even her toes were sexy, Billy thought as he watched her reach over to him with her foot. She slid it beneath one of his thighs. As the wiggling toes crept into his crotch, he looked at Jim in the rear view mirror.
Jim seemed oblivious to what was going on in the back seat. The poor boy's prick was painfully bent in his jeans. He squirmed, trying to straighten the rod.
Billy tried to enjoy the scenery, but the toes in his crotch made him anxious to be alone with Karen again. Before long, Jim pulled into an underground parking lot.
As Jim and Ann got out of the car, they noticed the placement of Karen's foot in Billy's crotch.
"Now, you kids behave yourselves," Jim said with a playful note in his voice.
Alone again in the dim light of the parking lot, Billy and Karen sprang at each other and began devouring each other's tongue. Billy filled his hand with a firm tit. Necking the car again seemed strangely exciting after all the time he'd spent in bed with his mother.
"Let's fuck, Karen," Billy said.
"No, we don't have enough time."
"Sure we do, if we don't waste time arguing about it."
But he couldn't convince her. Even under the circumstances, it would be awkward for her to be caught fucking. Billy didn't give up though. Squeezing her tits tightly, he tried to loosen her resolve. She did let him open her blouse and suck her hard nipples.
"How about a blow job?" she offered.
"Sure," Billy said.
He been pulling down his pants, but Karen stopped him.
"No. Just stick your prick out of your fly. That way, you won't have to waste time getting back together when they come back."
Billy agreed, but it wasn't easy getting his hard prick out. Finally, the cock was free, though. Karen slipped down on the floor between his knees. It was very exciting to get sucked while fully clothed, and he was glad Karen hadn't let him pull down his pants.
As she sucked him, he sat there watching people walk to the cars parked near theirs. No one paid the slightest attention to a boy sitting alone in the backseat of a parked car.
Karen was giving him a fabulous blow job. Her hands held his denim clad thighs while her head bobbed up and down in his lap. But just as the ecstatic waves began flowing, his heart sank. Jim and his mother were coming toward the car.
How could they be back so soon, he wondered? His mouth opened to warn Karen, but no words came out. Billy tried to tell her. He didn't want to make her angry, but the thought of her taking her mouth away from his jerking prick at that moment was too horrible to bear. Besides, he figured that by the time Jim and Ann reached the car, he would have shot his load.
Unfortunately, Billy's worrying delayed his orgasm. Jim and Ann were almost there. He could see them looking at him with puzzled expressions, wondering where Karen was.
Jim walked up to the car. Billy tried to smile up at him while waiting to see what would happen. Jim was looking down at his daughter's head bobbing over Billy's lap.
Ann came up to the other side of the car and saw what was going on, too. Then both doors swung open. Karen lifted her head when she heard the sound.
"I told you to tell me if they came," she said sternly.
Billy felt terrible. Not only was his prick interrupted just before spurting, but he had broken his promise to warn Karen.
"Please don't stop, Karen," he said. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't tell you. I tried, but I couldn't!"
Jim and Ann had slid into the front seat as though nothing unusual was happening. But now they both turned around to look at the kids.
"Don't be too hard on him," Jim said. "A guy getting a blow job can't help himself."
"And if you don't finish him off, I will," Ann said.
Billy breathed a sigh of relief when he realized their parents were coming to his rescue. Karen wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked from her father to Ann, and then leaned over Billy's lap again.
"Ohhh!" Billy gasped when he felt Karen's mouth surrounding his prick again.
"Take your time," Jim said. "We'll wait."
Karen's head bobbed quickly for a few seconds. That was enough to start Billy's cock erupting. As he came, he looked down at the head in his lap to avoid meting Jim's watching eyes.
When Karen lifted her head and crawled up on the seat again, Jim turned and started the car. Ann, however, remained staring happily at the youngsters over the back of her seat.
"Let's go for a drive," Jim suggested. "It's a beautiful day, and we have nothing else to do, so let's enjoy it."
Everyone knew what he was thinking, and they all thought it was a good idea. Jim headed toward the outskirts of town. As he drove, Karen and Billy held each other's thighs and kissed. Ann moved near Jim, resting her head on his shoulder. The kids couldn't see where Ann's hands were, but they could guess.
As soon as the houses and buildings of the city began thinning out, Jim pulled over to the side of the road.
"How about driving for a while, Karen?" he asked. "I think Ann and I would like to sit in the back."
"Sure, Dad," she said.
The kids changed places with the adults.
As soon as they were rolling again, Jim and Ann grabbed each other and began kissing. Karen adjusted the rear view mirror to get a better look at them. Billy kept peeking over his shoulder. He had never seen Jim and his mother necking before, but he found it a fascinating sight.
"Keep your eyes on the road, honey," Jim told his daughter. "I love showing off, but I'd hate to have you run off the road."
"Okay, Dad," Karen said, but Billy saw that she kept taking long looks, in the mirror. He had to glance at the road every now and then to make sure she was still in the right lane.
The kids saw Jim's big hand take one of Ann's tits into a tight embrace. He pressed his body over hers until he was lying on top of her. She maneuvered her legs up around his body, her skirt falling away from her thighs and lying loosely around her hips.
Jim abandoned her mouth for her tits, which he exposed by lifting her sweater to her neck. The kids could hear his mouth sucking her nipples and gobbling the snowy flesh. Karen slowed down so she could do more looking.
The sounds alone were enough to distract her. After all, she still had the taste of Billy's gism in her mouth but she hadn't experienced an orgasm of her own all day.
"I've forgotten how exciting it is to make love in the backseat of a car," Ann said. "I never should have given it up."
"Anywhere is okay with me as long as I have your tits in my face, baby," Jim mumbled into the softness of Ann's breasts.
Then, once again, he was moving down her body. Billy was watching shamelessly now as Jim pulled his mother's underpants off. They had to struggle for quite a while to get them off among the tangled legs in that confined space. The delay heightened Billy's voyeuristic pleasure. But he only got a quick peek at his mother's cunt before Jim's head obscured it. Still, his mother's shaking tits and blissful expression made a sexy picture.
Jim lost no time in filling Ann's pussy with his wild tongue. Billy could tell by the man's head movements that he was a vigorous cunt-lapper. If only Karen weren't driving, he thought, he would eat her while her father ate his mother.
"Oooo," Ann sighed. "Ohhh, Jim, honey!"
Billy couldn't help reaching over the back of his seat and grabbing one of his mother's tits. She put her hand on his, pressing it tightly over that mound. Even after Karen's blow job, Billy was stiff and eager to have another climax. When Jim was finished with his mother, he would have a turn, he decided.
"Jim," Ann squealed. "Fuck me! Come on, honey quickly!"
Billy let go of his mother's tit. Jim raised himself from between her legs. Trying to balance on his knees on the bouncing backseat, Jim managed to pull down his pants.
In another second, he fell on top of Ann and, with her help, slipped his cock up her snatch. A big man like Jim had to contort himself to fit on that seat in a prone position, but he forced himself to do it.
Billy watched intently, and Karen took quick looks over her shoulder at Jim swiveling his hips rhythmically. Ann's legs were encircling his hips; her feet were pressed to the top of the car. Wet, plunging sounds filled the car as Jim fucked Ann with all his might.
"Oh, fuck me, Jim!" Ann cried. "Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh."
Suddenly, the car gave a lurch and a bump. Billy spun around in time to see what had happened. Karen had let the car go off the side of the road. Now she was trying to get it back onto the pavement, but the loose gravel on the shoulder made the car slide sideways.
Fortunately, there was nothing to hit but a barbwire fence. Karen managed to avoid it, though.
The car slid around in a circle, bouncing roughly over the grass and rocks between the road and the fence. A herd of cows glanced lazily at them as the car came to a stop. All four passengers sighed heavily with relief.
"That's okay, honey," Jim said. "Just leave the..."
Jim resumed pumping his prick into Ann without further delay. Karen and Billy were still waiting for their hearts to stop pounding. It had been a bad scare, but they were all right.
"Ahhhh I'm coming!" Jim gasped.
Billy saw his chance. He began taking off his pants. Then, as Jim lifted himself from Ann's chest, he crawled over the seat. Jim had to scramble out of the young man's way. But he couldn't blame Billy for being eager, not after his own ecstasy in that wonderful cunt.
In a flash, Billy had taken Jim's place. Once again the car was bouncing. Karen felt left out, but she understood Billy's choice.
Watching her father fucking Ann made her long to get at Ann's body again, too. Besides, she'd rather have her father give her one of his outlandish cunt-lappings but, to Karen's disappointment, Jim remained in the backseat with Billy and Ann.
"Hey. You folks all right?" a voice called. "I saw you go off the road, so I came runin..."
When the passengers looked up, they saw a man in a straw hat and overalls staring into the car. The look on his face was classic amazement. Billy didn't even stop thrusting his hips as he looked at the farmer.
"Oh," the man said. "I guess you're, I mean..."
He had started stumbling backwards, but his eyes remained on Billy's rising and falling ass.
"Don't go," Karen called.
She saw her chance to get some action. Opening the door, she made a motion with her finger. She began to unfasten her pants with the other hand. For a few seconds, the farmer just stood and stared. But then he took a few hesitating steps forward. By the time Karen was dragging her pants down, though, he was getting bolder.
Karen noticed that the farmer was a good looking young guy. In her horniness, she felt like inviting him into the car. But he was still shy.
"Come over. I won't bite you," she said.
By that time, she was naked below the waist. Leaning back on the opposite door, she had her legs spread and was lifting her jersey over her tits.
The farmer climbed into the car, nodded at the others, then threw himself between the young girl's legs. Jim smiled as he saw how bold and sexy his daughter could be.
Jim, leaning on the edge of the front seat, could watch everything that was happening. The farmer was eating his daughter with as much enthusiasm as he himself had shown. Billy was fucking Ann with wild jerks of whips.
Jim hadn't pulled up his pants yet, and now his prick was stiffening. There didn't seem to be anything to do but grab it and tug the skin up and down, at wasn't until something better became available.
"Hey mister," Karen said to the man eating her. "You do that pretty well."
The farmer lifted his head and said, "Let me fuck you, sweetie. How about it?"
"What are you waiting for?" she said, sinking lower in the seat.
The farmer pulled down his overalls and mounted the willing girl.
In the backseat, Billy was filling his mom's pussy with gism. Then he climbed off her, leaving her vacant for Jim. Ann had slipped into delirious ecstasy by this time. As long as a cock was moving in and out of her cunt, she would moan and writhe.
It didn't take long for the farmer to come in Karen's tight snatch. Then, with his lust satisfied, he backed out of the car. Pulling up his overalls, he nodded a good bye to everyone and retreated.
Jim squeezed another orgasm out of his tired body. Ann began to regain her senses. In a few minutes, they were ready to drive on.
"I'll bet that farmer will keep one eye peeled for the next car to go off the road," Jim said with a snicker.
"What farmer?" Ann asked.
The others laughed at Ann's question.
When they began driving down the road again, all of them were looking forward to being a very happy family.
Chapter Twelve
Ann and Jim found married life even, better than they thought it would be. And the kids became loving siblings.
Jim took the new job out of town, but he took his family with him. They bought a bigger house than either Jim or Ann had before so there would be plenty of room for everyone. They even had a swimming pool.
Karen switched colleges so she didn't have to leave home. Billy didn't mind changing high schools. He brought his jalopy along, too, so he would have something to do when he wasn't fucking his mother or new sister.
Of course, there were a few problems. Billy got jealous when Karen went out with other guys, which she would do from time to time. But as soon as he began scoring on his own, he no longer minded.
Once in a while a question of propriety would arise. For instance, Billy came home one evening and found Karen in bed with a boy friend from school. Their parents weren't home. Being horny from an evening of necking in a movie theater followed by a quick goodnight kiss, Billy was eager to join his sister in bed.
He listened at her bedroom door for a minute, and then knocked. Karen appeared at the door wearing a robe. Slipping out the door, she closed it before he could peek in.
"What's the matter?" Karen asked. "I'm fucking someone."
"I know you are," Billy said. "I'd like to join you."
As he spoke. Billy grabbed his sister's tits, but she wiggled away.
"Are you crazy? You can't join us. Frank would never go for it."
"Who's Frank?" Billy asked, reaching for his sister's cunt.
"He's a friend from school. Now come on, Billy. Give me a break."
"I'll tell you what," Billy said. "If you promise to fuck me after he's gone, I won't bother you."
"Okay, okay," Karen said and slipped back into the room.
But Billy couldn't relax. He had a pretty bad case of blue-balls from necking all evening and not coming. Maybe his mother and Jim would come home soon, he thought. Ann would rescue him from his agony.
Billy walked from room to room, looking for something to take his mind off his aching balls. He pulled his prick out to let it stretch as it had been longing to do all evening. There was a pearly drop of gism at the tip.
What the hell, he figured. He might as well jerk off. He would still be in the mood to fuck when a cunt was available.
But just as he grabbed his prick, he heard Jim's car in the driveway. When he heard his mother's voice his prick began bucking in anticipation. Putting his cock away, he went to meet his mother and Jim at the door.
"Hi, honey," his mother said to him.
"Hello, Billy," Jim said. "Karen home?"
"Yeah she's upstairs fucking some guy. And I'm dying of horniness."
"Well, come an upstairs," Ann said. "You don't mind if Billy joins us, do you, Jim?"
"Nope, not at all," Jim said.
As they trooped past Karen's room, they could hear her gasping with orgasmic emotion. The sound made them all a little more eager.
In his parents' room, Billy peeled off his clothes quickly. Then he helped his mother out of hers.
"You certainly are in a hurry," Ann said.
"Yeah I told you I was horny. I took a girl to the movies, and we necked all evening. Then she wouldn't put out."
"Poor boy," Jim said.
Billy pushed his mother down on the bed while Jim was still undressing. Her tits felt even better to him than usual in his needy condition. Billy would have liked to fuck immediately, but he tried to restrain himself.
Reaching to her twat, he found it wet and ready, though. There was no reason to delay really. But then Jim came to the bed, caressing Ann from the other side.
When Ann turned her back on her son to kiss her husband, Billy couldn't resist sticking his prick between the cheeks of her ass. His prick went wild between those soft, dry mounds. It was twitching with rapid spasms, and Billy knew he would shoot if he rubbed it back and forth in that crevice.
But rather than spilling his gism in her ass crack, he reached between her thighs to her cunt. Then he began smearing the juice from that gash over her asshole. In his desperation, the idea of sticking his prick up his mother's ass was irresistible.
Ann was wiggling her ass at her son, and she reached behind her to hold his prick. Billy snuggled up to her back, probing his cock into her crack.
"Wait, Billy," Ann said. "I want both of you to fuck me."
On the edge of his self-control, Billy watched his mother get up into a kneeling position. Jim was soon kneeling in front of her, and Billy behind.
"Come on. Get your cocks into me," Ann said breathlessly.
Ann grabbed one of her asscheeks and pulled it aside to make her asshole readily accessible. With her other hand, she pulled Jim's prick to her cunt.
Billy felt for the hole with his fingers, and then brought the head of his prick to it. As he began pushing his prick into the hole, he heard his mother gasp. Jim was in.
The lining of his mother's asshole was suddenly stretched over his rod, holding him securely. As Billy got a good grip on Ann's body, he felt Jim's cock sliding in the next chamber. That alone would have been enough to bring him off but he started pumping too.
Every time his prick was stroked by the hot interior of that asshole, Billy felt a jolt of pleasure. His hips bounced against her firm asscheeks with every hard lunge.
Ann loved the onslaught she was getting. Since each cock, pumping at its own rhythm they would both be pumping in unison one minute, then in opposition the next. She didn't know if she liked having both, pricks filling her at once better than having one moving in while the other retreated. But she was losing her mind with blissful ecstasy.
"This is the, uh, best fuck, I've ever, uhhhhh, had," Ann gasped.
Billy didn't come as quickly as he thought he would. His trigger must have been stuck by the evening's frustration, he figured. But when he did come, it was a beautiful experience. His prick seemed to explode. If his mother had been blown off the bed by his discharge he wouldn't have been surprised.
"Oh, Billy," Ann gasped. "I can feel it! I can feel you coming!"
Soon after Billy's orgasm, Jim began pumping gun into her cunt. By that time, Ann was writhing between them in the grip of insane pleasure.
Although his prick was softening and slipping from her ass, Billy held on to his mother so she wouldn't shake herself right off the bed. Jim dropped away from her in exhaustion. Then Billy and Ann collapsed in a heap.
As they lay there the bedroom door opened? Karen walked in.
"What's going on in here?" she asked.
"What's it look like?" Billy asked. "Where's your boyfriend?"
"I sent him home. He was all right, but you guys are better."
Karen was wearing her robe, but she slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall on the floor. She came to the bed to examine the orgy she'd missed. She could see that the two cocks there weren't going to stiffen for a while. But when she saw Ann's cunt leaking gism, she saw her chance for some interesting diversion. Karen had to drag Billy's legs out of the way before curling between Ann's legs.
The guys watched Karen sucking Jim's gism from Ann's pussy. But they weren't the only ones who were watching. A sound at the window alerted Jim and Billy. They looked at each other, signaling silently to each other that they'd heard the noise.
Although they were on the second floor, there was the roof of the back porch right below the window. It would be easy for a prowler to climb up and peek in.
Ann and Karen remained oblivious to the world, and they didn't notice the guys slip off the bed and leave the room.
"I'll get my shotgun," Jim said. "Put on a robe and get a flashlight."
Billy did what he was told, then ran downstairs. Jim was already creeping out the back door. When they were out in the yard, they could see a whole crowd of boys on the porch roof, gathered around the window. They were almost invisible in the dark, but the light from the window silhouetted them.
"Turn your light on them," Jim told Billy.
"All right you guys, come on down from there," Jim commanded.
In the beam of the flashlight, the faces at the window looked down at Jim and Billy. There were five surprised boys up there, and as they left the window to come down, every one of them took a last look into the room.
"I've got a gun here, so don't try to run away," Jim said.
Jim knew it wouldn't be wise to call the police under the circumstances. He thought he would just give them a scare, and then let them go.
"What's the big idea?" Jim asked. "Don't you know I could shoot you all as burglars?"
"Gee, sir," one of them said. "It's all a mistake. You see, I'm a friend of Karen's from school, and she told me to come over tonight. As a matter of fact I was here earlier with her and..."
"What's going on down there?" Karen asked from the window.
Karen and Ann were poking their heads out the window, hiding their tits with the drapes.
"Do you know these fellows?" Jim called up to her.
"It's me, Frank," one of them said. "Dave and Carl and..."
"What are you doing back here?" Karen asked.
"Just as I was leaving tonight I ran into Dave and the guys, and we thought you might like to go out with us for a late snack so..."
It was clear that Frank was making up the story in hopes that Karen would rescue him.
"So you climbed up on the roof and peeked in the window?" Jim asked sarcastically.
"Well we thought we would play a joke and," Frank said, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "We didn't see anything. At least, not much. So if you would just put the gun away we would."
"Invite them in," Ann called from the window. "They can have a snack right here."
Jim didn't like the idea, but when Karen added her invitation to her mother's, Jim relented. He lowered the shotgun.
"Actually, it's later than we thought," Frank said. "Maybe we should just get going."
"Nonsense," Ann said from the window. "It's early. I insist you come in. Come on now."
"Yeah. Come on in you guys," Karen said.
Billy and Jim looked at each other and shrugged.
"Well, I guess you're coming in, fellows," Jim said. "This way."
Jim led the parade of sheepish boys into the house. Karen and Ann, dressed in sheer nightgowns, met them in the kitchen. She sat everybody down around the table and brought out cookies and cake and put a pot of coffee on the stove.
Karen introduced the boys to her family. They were all friends of hers from school. The boys began to relax and watch Ann's tits hopping around in her transparent nightgown as she served the coffee. She would lean over a boy's shoulder, resting a tit on him, as she filled his cup. But the time they all had been served, they had forgotten about the shotgun and were thinking about what they had seen through the window.
Jim and Billy remained in the background, slightly disgruntled. When Ann sat on the lap of one of the boys, running her fingers through his hair and pressing her tits to him, Jim and Billy left the room. They went into the living room and sat down.
"Well, it looks like we're finished for the night," Jim said. "We'll never get through that crowd."
"Yeah, it's a good thing we got fucked when we did," Billy said.
Giggles and laughter began coming from the kitchen. Then Karen ran through the living room, naked and squealing in delight. Three boys were chasing her. She ran up the stairs, and they followed.
Ann streaked naked through the room next, followed by the last two boys. They ran upstairs too.
More laughter was heard, and then there was quiet.
"Well, there's no use us hanging around here," Jim said to Billy. "Let's go out for a late snack. How about it?"
"Sure, we can take my car," Billy said. He had just gotten his license plates the day before.
Jim and Billy dressed and went out. Creaking bedsprings could be heard as they passed the stairs.
"Let's go to that joint on the boulevard. There are a lot of cute girls there at this hour," Jim said.
"Let's put the top down," Billy said. "Chicks always go for that."
Somehow Billy had known that he would need a convertible after all.
