The woman's lips gleamed redly as they clamped around the man's swollen cock-shaft. She held them there for a moment, halfway down the thick cock, and smiled at the camera. There was no doubt that she was proud of her obscene accomplishment!
Her gaze dropped at last to the man's loins. She began to work in earnest. Her lips slid all the way down to the base of the turgid cock. Her cheeks bloated awesomely, until Robbie, who was watching the film, thought something would have to give.
The soundtrapk of the film was fuzzy with wear, but still there was no mistaking the wanton pleasure in her groans as she held the man's cock deep in her throat. It was only reluctantly that she began to pull back, but his saliva-slickened cock was not exposed for long. As soon as only his cock-tip remained in her mouth, down again went her head. Her rhythm grew hypnotic-so hypnotic that, for a while, the watching boy was almost oblivious to the insistent throbbing in his pants.
But such rapt bliss could not last. Soon he was, more than ever, agonizingly aware of the aching in his hard cock. He toyed with the idea of pulling his cock from his fly and stroking it, just to ease the agony.
But he feared what his friend Tom might say. He cast a furtive look at the other boy, who was sitting next to the projector. Tom's eyes were glued to the screen. He seemed not the least interested in what his pal was doing, yet still Robbie hesitated.
"Cripes, Robbie, will you look at that!"
Robbie had been watching his friend when he cried out, but Tom's eyes had not left the screen. Immediately, Robbie turned in the direction of the screen with wide-eyed amazement.
"I didn't know the human tongue could do things like that! Boy! Is that guy lucky!" Tom gasped.
Robbie swallowed hard. Nothing had ever made his balls tingle the way the picture on the screen did! There was something raw and raunchy about the way the blonde on the screen was swirling her tongue around and around the shining tip of the man's cock. Her tongue was amazingly agile, but it wasn't just that-it was the primitive pleasure she was taking in her slavish task. Her eyes looked cloudy, confused with lust. Her naked tits bobbed crazily as she worked herself up to a greedy frenzy.
In the midst of his voyeur's excitement, Robbie found himself seized by many impulses, all at the same time. He longed to be able to reach out and grab hold of tits like that-to stop their bobbing, to feel them, soft and yielding, the nipples hard against his palms. He had often read about such thrills, but Robbie had not once, in his fifteen years, touched a woman's tits . . . except, of course, his own mother's, when he was a baby.
He would have liked to stroke her cunt too, to explore the soft, damp secrets hidden beneath the blonde triangle of her pussy. She was kneeling over the man's loins. In one shot, the camera closed in on the round cheeks of her ass', and peeked at her swollen, hairy pussy-lips. It looked straight up between her thighs, past her swaying tits, at the rousing sight of her mouth as it explored the man's erect cock. From nowhere, Robbie received a lewd inspiration: How much fun it would be to be able to screw her wet pussy while she sucked the guy's cock!
More than anything, the blond boy was beguiled by the thought of getting a woman, like the wanton creature on the screen, to suck his cock. It still amazed the virgin to think that a woman would actually do a thing like that for a man . . . and enjoy it! The thought of watching a woman debasing herself like that between his thighs made his cock throb eagerly in his pants. He patted his cock absently and murmured: "Down, boy! It's only a movie!"
He had not intended his words for any ears by his own. But Tom caught his frustsrated exclamation.
"Only a movie, hell!" Tom seldom swore, but watching the film had roused him to daring speech as well as daring thoughts. "Don't forget, Robbie . . . it wasn't only a movie when they were making this flick! That chick really did what it looks like she's doing up there! And there's lots more hot ladies like her around! Let me tell you!"
She was nibbling the man's cock-tip with abandoned hunger. Her lips worked loosely, fluttering over the whole surface of the stiff cock. The man's grunts filled the room. Robbie felt the desire in his balls more than ever now, yet still he could not resist replying to his friend's cock-sure commentary.
"Oh yeah? What do you know about it? Have you ever come across any of them? Or are you just blowing it out your ass again?" He knew he was being pretty harsh with his buddy, but he was in no mood to listen to empty bragging. The frustration the film was arousing in him, was making him feel desperate.
Tom too was preoccupied with the hot throbbing in his loins. Normally he might have been offended by Robbie's rough skepticism. At the moment, it took only a very distant second place to the raunchy reality on the screen. No, he had not come across any of those kinds of ladies, but he sure wanted to. Tom knew he was ripe and ready for the wet caresses of a supple, seething cunt.
"Don't fuck with me, Robbie," he said halfheartedly. His concentration was with the blonde on the screen,, His fingers were experimenting with his fly. At last he threw caution to the winds.
Robbie did not miss the sound of his friend's zipper coming down. It was all the encouragement he needed. Quickly, he followed Tom's lead. His eager hand gripped his pulsing cock. He sighed. That felt so much better already!
By mutual silent consent, the boys now kept their eyes focused exclusively on the screen. Each allowed himself to become thoroughly absorbed in the erotic fantasies inspired by the lusty, big-titted blonde who was sucking cock with such fierce abandon.
Robbie tried to imagine what it must be like to feel hot lips sliding tightly up and down his hardened cock. He knew it would have to be something sensational, yet he knew he could not grasp the total thrill of it until it had really happened to him.
The blonde was a sexy-looking woman. It would be all right with him if his first lover looked just like her. There was already something familiar about the way her large breasts stood out proudly from her chest, about the way her voluptuous ass wriggled. Her big blue eyes and pouting lips made him feel friendly toward her, affectionate even, as if he had known her a long, long time.
He watched spellbound as she at last raised her head from the man's cock and smiled into the camera. She smiled at the man. Her hand closed tauntingly around his cock. "Your cock tasted wondeful, handsome. But I want to screw you now. Is that okay, baby?"
Her pouty lips protruded even farther than before as she straddled his loins and grazed his cock-tip against her cunt-slit. She seemed almost to be mocking him as she asked his permission to screw him. But there was no mockery in the way her features went slack as she reveled in the rubbery pressure of his cock against her cunt-lips.
Impatient to get on with it, the man thrust his loins upward. His cock rammed against her pussy, but did not find its way inside. Still, he groaned in mounting ecstasy. "Go ahead, baby! Screw yourself on my cock! I want you to do it to me!"
Her eyes gleamed in response to his raw challenge. She squirmed her ass and shoved her cunt down hard onto his cock. Her blue eyes seemed to get bluer and wider. Her mouth fell open in shocked ecstasy.
"Aaaaahhhhh . . . fuck-k-k! . . . Your cock feels so damned good in meeeee!"
There was a jarring contrast between the excitement of the woman's behavior and the revelation that suddenly struck Robbie. Something about the way her face looked, when she took the cock to the hilt inside her pussy, made the connection for him. He realized that the woman reminded him of his mother-big round tits and ass. Blue eyes. Generous mouth. Friendly, yet oddly challenging grin. It all clicked.
The boy's hand shook as he stroked his hard cock. It seemed horribly perverted to be watching a woman riding some guy's cock, and to be thinking she sure was a lot like his mother. Yet the boy felt weak all over. The woman in the film was so sexy, so exciting. His mother . . . though he hated to admit it in connection with anything so depraved as what he was watching, he knew he had never met a lady he thought was as beautiful as his mom. Though the woman on the screen was prettry spectacular, she still ranked second-best where Robbie was concerned.
Embarrassed by the lurid turn his thoughts were taking, Robbie started to look over at Tom to see if the other boy might somehow have guessed what he was thinking, or recognized the resemblance between the actress and Robbie's mother. He caught only a quick glimpse of Tom's strained face and working hand. His eyes turned abruptly back to the screen. Tom had thoughts for nothing but himself. He must not violate his friend's private ecstasy, and he need not worry that his secret had been discovered.
It made him feel a little better to know that the forbidden thought had gone no farther than his own head, yet still he felt uncomfortable with it. He fought to drive it from his head, yet it lingered there. As he watched the blonde squirm her ass up and down over the stiff, impaling cock, he was seeing his mother. Wrong as he knew it to be, he could not get over the fascinating connection. He would never have allowed himself to think about how his mother made love. What he was watching on the screen was like getting a lewd fantasy demonstration. His cheeks blushed a bright red, partly from embarrassment at his shocking boldness, partly from the animal heat rising to crisis proportions in his young loins.
"Holy cripes!" he muttered. His fingers were getting stiff from his arduous efforts over his swollen cock, yet he could not give himself any rest. The pleasure was getting too good. He was no longer in control of how much pressure, how much arousal he would allow himself. His body had taken control over his rational mind. His body was taking what it needed, what it longed for.
Tom's voice reached Robbie's ears as though from a great distance. "You're not just kidding! Look at her go! She really knows how to screw, doesn't she? Man . . .look at her ..."
The seething urgency in the other fifteen-year-old's voice was exactly tuned to Robbie's own. It seemed to Robbie that the blonde too was getting as excited as they were. Her eyes were fixed in a glassy stare as she propped herself on her palms on either side of the man's chest, and slammed her pussy down onto his cock time after time.
"God, I love to screw! I love to screw you, honey! Your big cock makes me feel, so fine!"
Her lewd language at once provoked the man tc greater efforts. He grabbed hold of her writhing hips and thrust his cock up into her cunt at his own exacting tempo. She groaned and wailed, and slowly gave up her mastery over the situation. She let herself be screwed the way the man wanted it. She let herself ride the building waves of pleasure to the point where she could do nothing but open her pussy to the continuing onslaught of pleasure. Strength and coherence had both deserted her. "Uuuuuuhhh . . . aaaaahhhhh . . .!"
Robbie had never been so excited in his whole young life. He had never felt so good, had never been so aware of the lurid potential of awakened sexuality. His only regret was that it was all fantasy. The boy felt impatient to get some real experience under his belt. He was sick of daydreaming about what it must be like for other people. His cock wanted to feel the warm welcome of a woman's mouth and pussy!
"Holy shit! Uuhh! I think she's going to cum!"
From the sound of the urgency in his voice, it was clear that Tom too was about to cum. Robbie watched the woman's face grow very animated as she struggled to travel the last little way up to the peak of pleasure. Her features seemed to collapse at the moment she began to bellow out her success. At the moment of climax, she reminded Robbie again of his mother, and he felt a harsh, forbidden surge of pleasure in his balls.
"Ooooohhh . . .God-d-d . . . I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" Her shriek was a long, eerie cry of lingering passion, slowly dying.
Before the sound had faded completely, Robbie felt the pressure in his cock burst the bounds of his anxious arousal. "Uuuhh . . . man!" He closed his eyes long enough to savor the perverse thrill of what he had just done. The sounds of his friend's climax resounded like background music behind the more immediate sensations of the sated pleasure ricocheting through him. By the time Robbie opened his eyes again, the screen was flashing blurbs of geometric light that signaled the end of the reel.
It was a short while before Tom turned on the den light, enough time to allow the boys to collect themselves. They grinned sheepishly at one another as Tom carefully replaced the film in its can.
"Your dad got any more of those?" Robbie demanded eagerly.
"Not that I've been able to find. He'd kill me if he knew I'd been looking at this one!"
"Why? Does your dad want you to grow up dumb?" Robbie was feeling good, high-spirited and cocky.
Tom looked at his friend as if he had just lost his mind. "And your dad wouldn't mind, I suppose, if he knew you were watching his sexy movies?"
"I don't think he has any."
"Well, let me tell you . . . if he did, you wouldn't know about it. Not if he could help it. Grown-ups don't come right out and tell kids about things like this. Kids have to dig them out for themselves."
Robbie still felt a need to defend himself. "My dad and I have had lots of talks about sex."
"Yeah? What kind? About VD. Love and marriage. Responsible screwing. Right?"
"Something like that."
"Does your dad ever point out to you a foxy-looking chick and tell you he'd like to ball her?"
All of Robbie's defenses were up. Indirectly, his friend had just slurred his mother! "Don't be stupid, Tom. Dad's got Mom. She's plenty enough woman for him. She's beautiful!"
"Yeah . . .she is beautiful. But that doesn't mean your old man doesn't get himself a little on the side."
Robbie was beginning to wonder if he should slug his friend. "Do you wanna take that back?"
"Come on, Robbie, face up to life. Things like that go on. I heard my mom and dad arguing about that one night. Seems Dad's been poking one of the secretaries at work. I don't know how Mom found out about it, but Dad was sure working to protect his ass!"
Robbie stared at his friend, dumbfounded. He did not understand how Tom could talk so casually about things like that. If he ever thought his dad was doing anything to hurt his mom, he would take it very personally. He would not think of it just as a piece of intriguing gossip. He told Tom so.
"Look, Robbie. It's great that you want to protect your mom and all. But grown-ups have to take care of their own lives. There's nothing us kids can do about them. Except keep out of the way of trouble, as much as we can. Jeez, I hope I got this can back in here right. Dad's the kind of guy who notices little details like that."
Robbie decided it was time for him to go home. It was getting late, and even though he had told his folks he would be spending the evening with Tom, he did not want his mom to worry about him. No matter what Tom said, Robbie wanted to take care of his mom the best way he knew how.
It bothered him that, all the way back to his house, he kept seeing images of the wanton blonde sucking the big guy's cock. Only now, she looked exactly like his mom.
Chapter Two
Though lights were burning in the living room and kitchen when Robbie got home, there was no sign of his family. His sister had gone to spend the night with a girlfriend. But he had expected to find his parents sitting side by side in front of the television, the way they usually did until the end of the eleven o'clock news. The television was on, voices babbling in vain for the entertainment of an absent audience.
On the coffee table, Robbie found an empty bottie of champagne, and two equally empty glasses. He thought he was beginning to understand what had happened to his parents. The had taken advantage of an evening alone to get tipsy and retire to the bedroom for fun and games. He blushed to think of what his parents might be doing upstairs, right at that very moment. It seemed ironic to the boy that his mother should be in bed with his dad on the very night that he had been watching a porn movie and thinking of her. It was not just in his imagination that his mother had been enjoying her pleasure!
The show was one which Robbie usually liked to watch. Tonight, however, he had heavier things on his mind. He was still possessed by lurid memories of the film he and Tom had watched. His excitement was fired further by the realization that his parents were probably making reality of the pleasures that for him remained part of the world of fantasy.
His folks were usually discreet about their lovemaking. Robbie had no idea when they made love, how often, or how much they enjoyed it. He had rejected Tom's suggestion that his father might have outside sexual interests purely on the grounds of adolescent faith in the perfection of his parents. He was old enough to know there were many things less than perfect about his parents. But he wanted and needed, to believe that his folks were a perfect pair, a fact of life as predictable as Winter's frost, or turkey on Thanksgiving. He had seen several of his friends suffer through parental divorce. He did not want to experience their agony. However much sex it took to keep parents together, that was how much he wanted to exist between his mom and dad.
Though normally Robbie was ready to fight tooth and nail before he would allow himself to be sent to bed before late-night sports news, he began to climb the stairs. He told himself he would read for a while until the news came on. Yet, at his parents' bedroom door, he automatically paused to listen. He could hear murmuring voices, not distinct enough to let him know exactly what was going on in there.
When he put his ear closer to the door, it slipped open a couple of inches. Apparently, it had not been firmly closed.
The boy's heart leaped to his throat at the thought that he might be discovered hovering outside of the master bedroom. The first sounds that reached his ears reassured him that he would not be discovered, and also made his heart pound and his cock jerk in his pants.
"Oh Hank, don't tease me any more, darling! I want you to screw me! Please do it! Pleee-ze!"
His father's voice sounded muffled. "Don't be a greedy cunt, Mary! Can't you stand to have me lick your pussy for just a few more minutes? Your twat seems to like it! It's awfully wet!"
"Oh God . . . .it feels wonderful, Hank! . . . But I want something filling in meeee! I want your big cock, darling!"
The moans and whimpers went on. Robbie stared at the doorknob for several moments. He was frozen by the raw reality of what was going on on the other side of the door. Part of him wanted fiercely to peek through the crack the door had made when it opened. Part of him wanted to hightail it out of there.
It had been one thing to watch a movie and think that the woman sucking cock and screwing looked like his mother. But Robbie did not know if he could stand the shock of actually watching his mother squirming in the primitive throes of passion. He did not know if he really wanted to know what went on between his mother and his dad. He was not sure if things would ever be the same between him and his mom if he looked at her now.
He weighed all the pros and cons of his illicit position, crouching outside of his parents' bedroom. In the end, lust won out over the futile struggles of reason. Robbie took a deep breath and put his eyes to the crack.
He was prepared to be shocked, but not as shocked as he became!
What was going on on his parents' bed was even more raunchy than what Robbie had watched on Tom's dad's home-movie screen. His mother was lying on her back on the bed, her knees pulled up, her pussy bared to his dad's dark, probing head.
She was wearing her sexy nightgown-the one the family had watched her unwrap at Christmas, and which the kids had not seen since. It was pulled lewdly up to her waist. Her tits had been pulled up out of the front of its lacy bodice, and were held together by the nightgown's bodice seam. The sight of her twin round mounds made Robbie's cock throb, which immediately made him blush again.
He watched her tossing her shoulder-length blonde hair from side to side on the mattress. Her eyes were closed. Her face wore an expression of ecstasy. One hand reached to caress her bare tit. Her nipples were already hard, long and dark pink. Her other hand reached for her husband's thick, dark hair. She pulled him, by a handful of his dark curls, closer in against her cunt. At the same time, she ground her hips wantonly.
Robbie's eyes were wide with disbelief. His own mother was even sexier than the woman in the movie, a woman who got paid to.be sexy!
His own mother-the woman Robbie obeyed at once whenever she told him to take out the garbage-was writhing like an abandoned whore under his dad's skilled tonguing. She was acting as if she wanted nothing more out of life than to be exactly where she was-legs spread, tits exposed, body wracked with moist, resounding pleasure!
Though his body was reacting with swelling excitement, and part of his mind too was intensely aroused, there was a part of Robbie that did not approve of what he was seeing. His mother--the most beautiful woman he knew-was acting right now as if Hank, her husband, and Robbie's dad, were the only man in her life.
Though he knew it was nuts, Robbie felt an instinctive jealousy. She was his mom! His favorite person! What was she doing writhing on the bed with that big grunting guy as if she had no responsibilities on earth, as if she did not have a family who looked up to her?
The part of Robbie that was reacting with pure excitement was gradually gaining the upper hand. The boy pressed his nose a little farther into the crack in the door. He was trying to get a better look at his mom's blonde-fringed snatch, but his dad's head was in the way. His dad was so busy tonguing his mother to distraction that he barely had time to come up for air. A couple of times, he raised his head to speak to his wife, to further arouse her. Then, Robbie could catch a glimpse of his mother's soft, pink cunt-slit. He could see that her hair was darker there than it was on her head, yet still it was unmistakably blonde. It was matted to the outer lips of her pussy, which were wet with excitement. Robbie realized that wet hair always looked darker, and a chill of depraved arousal shot through him. He was staring at his own mother's wet, greedy cunt, examining her aroused slit as if it were just another illustration in a magazine . . .another porn movie!
Yet there was no denying it was more than that. The boy's cock had never throbbed so hard and painfully, not even for the woman in the film. His body had never trembled so, not for any fantasy.
There was definitely something special about staring at a real cunt, in the flesh. For Robbie, there was some extra thrill in the absorbing, yet reluctant thought that it was his own mother's cunt he was staring at!
"Ooooohhh ... Hank . . . you don't know what you're doing to me! You're driving me crazy, darling! Oh God, you make me feel so weak!"
"Yeah . . . what you need, baby, is a shot of hormones!"
Right before his son's awestruck gaze, the father scrambled up over his wife's lewdly splayed body. He wriggled his hips between her thighs, making sure she was good and open for him. She cooperated by spreading her legs wide as she could get them. She brought them up, wrapping them around his waist, trying to pull him into her.
But Hank was not quite ready yet. There was something more he wanted from her. "You want it, baby? You want something from your old man, eh?"
The watching boy licked his lips urgently. He realized his dad must be grazing his swollen cock right along his mother's pussy. He was teasing her, bringing her to the brink of desperation. He was going to force her to beg for it before he would give her what she so obviously craved!
Though the boy thought he did not like to see his mother debased so rudely, he felt a definite twinge in his cock as he watched. He realized that there were things he did not understand about the nature of pleasure.
It was clear that the woman had none of the qualms about her debasement that her son did, She squirmed her hips erotically against the big man's loins. She dug her fingernails into his back in her frenzy to possess him. "Oh God, Hank ... do it to meee! Screw meeeee!"
Her last squealing cry of sexual greed was more than her husband could resist. Robbie watched his father's buttocks flex. He heard his mother's long, drawn-out whine of ecstasy. He knew his father had buried his cock deep inside of his mother's cunt!
And, before the man had had time to enjoy the first heady rush of victory, the woman was moaning and writhing, struggling to force him into activity. There was no doubt about what she wanted. She wanted her pussy screwed, good and hard!"
The boy was impressed by the vigor with which his father began to move over his overwrought mother. Bracing himself on either side of her shoulders, he shoved his cock info her pussy in long, forceful strokes. Each thrust drove a groan from deep in her throat. Robbie realized that the voice with which she uttered her moans did not even sound like the familiar voice of his mother. It was more hoarse, more guttural, and the things she was saying certainly did not sound like anything he ever expected to hear coming out of his mother's mouth!
"Christ, Hank ... do it to me harder! Yes, that's it! Like that, darling! Oh God, I love the way you do it to me!" She turned her head to one side and closed her eyes tightly.
Robbie was transfixed by the look of ecstatic concentration she wore. He had never seen any human being look so thoroughly, wantonly pleased with herself and her place on Earth. Though for the moment she was holding her head very still, as if to concentrate on every movement of her husband's cock, her hips were moving with even more energy than before. She shimmied her ass upward to meet her husband's stroke with the same thrust-power that he was sending into her. Robbie wondered why it did not hurt, doing it-so hard like that. He realized that his parents must be in a place where pain did not occur, a wonderful place where even pain was pleasure!
"Jeez, you sure know how to take it, beautiful! Your pussy's still tight as it ever was . . . shit, I love the way it squeezes me!"
Again, Robbie was intensely aware of his own trembling. He was aware of the shocking vulgarity of the words his father had just uttered. They were not words he was ever meant to hear. Hearing them brought home with full force the lurid depravity of what he was doing. To his own amazement, instead of feeling ashamed of himself, he only felt an incredibly intense excitement, an excitement that he could not entirely comprehend.
He knew life at home would never be quite the same, now that he had witnessed his parents sexual beings. He was gaining new respect for his father, whom he had always thought vaguely as kind of old, even though he knew he was thirty-seven, a lot younger than, for instance, his grandfather. Now, he knew that being thirty-seven did not have anything to do with being old. A man who could maneuver his hips the way his father was doing was not old.
Robbie realized that his father could probably beat him any day in a push-up contest. He realized too that his father knew all about how to please a woman. He wished he could talk to his dad about that. He wanted to learn how, too. Watching his parents making love made him realize more sharply than ever how much he wanted to become a, lover. He wanted a sexual life more thrilling than merely hovering under the blankets alone with a girlie magazine and an exhausted wrist.
It was his mother, more than his father, that he knew would never be the same for him. He feared he might not be able to look her in the eye again without thinking of how she looked with her tits pushed up through the front of her nightie, with her husband's head buried against her pussy, and with his father's cock working its well-lubricated way in and out of her cunt!
'"Oh, Hank! . . . you're pushing me so high, darling! Oh God . . . it's so good! My pussy feels so good!"
His body steeped in rekindled lust, Robbie watched his mother grab hold of his father's shoulders paling cock. Her eyes were no longer closed. They were wide open and desperate-looking. Robbie realized she was almost there-his mother was about to cum!
There was no time left for detached thinking about how the future would be, now that he had seen his parents with their pants down, so to speak. His mother's anxious, striving excitement was contagious. Robbie felt himself leaning farther into the door, as though trying to help push her over the top . . . help her go where she wanted to go so badly.
The boy realized his father was doing everything he could to make it good for his mother. He sensed that his dad was a good lover to his mom. He was glad to know his parents were so compatible, and yet at the same time he again felt that "left out" feeling. He did not even exist for his mother at .this moment. He knew that, and it hurt.
Whatever did exist for the big-breasted blonde was enough to bring her the orgasm she craved. In the last moments of abandon, she reached for her clitoris and began to nudge it with her fingertips. The added stimulus seemed to be just what she needed to destroy the last shred of her body's resistance to surrender. Almost immediately, her face took on the big-eyed, open-mouthed look that Robbie had seen a short while ago on the face of the blonde in the porn movie. It shocked him that he had recognized the resemblance between his mother and the other woman just at the moment when she was most immersed in lust. Somehow, he had known his mother would look this way even before he saw her!
"Ooooohhh . . . Hank . . . I can feel your cock getting bigger in mee! Oh Hank ... I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!"
Robbie watched his father's body shudder convulsively as his mother clung to him in climactic desperation. The swelling she had felt inside of her was the last swelling of his father's cock as he started to cum!
"Look out, beautiful! Here comes a cuntful! . . . tfuuuuhhhh ..."
After watching his parents writhe together in joyous release for what seemed a time-suspended eternity, Robbie crept off to his own room. He lay down on his bed, fully clothed, and thought through all that he had seen and done that night.
It filled him full of thoughts and wonder. When he could not hold anymore, he fell asleep. He dreamed that night about a full-busted woman with a round ass and a bottomless appetite for pleasure. It took him a great deal of time to identify the woman, but when he did, he woke up in a cold sweat
It was his mother . . . and she was naked, beckoning him, wanting him.
He was embarrassed by the hard cock the dream had provoked. He did not want to face the forbidden fact that he wanted her too!
Chapter Three
Mary moved busily about the ground floor of the house, tidying up, straightening, singing to herself. Her husband had, already left for work. Her daughter had spent the night with a friend. Her son was still in bed, catching the few last desperate minutes of sleep before he had to get up and get ready for school.
Mary felt content. She and her husband Hank had enjoyed a wonderful evening of lovemaking. As much as Mary enjoyed being a mother, the thirty-three-year-old blonde liked to be reminded from time to time that she was a sexy, desirable woman too. Sometimes she liked to be just a lover, to forget about her duties as wife and mother. Hank had helped her do that last night. Her cunt ached in memory of their wanton lovemaking. She was grateful to her man, to his big cock, to his greedy, bold mouth which had eaten her pussy to pulsing distraction.
She was singing "Camptown Ladies" at the top of her voice when her son appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She felt the familiar surge of pride at the sight of him. He was so handsome, so bright, so likeable-everything a mother could want in a son. Even bleary-eyed and frowning as he was now, struggling to get a firm hold on consciousness, he reminded Mary of the pretty baby she had borne her young husband when she was only eighteen. She went up to him and gave him a big bearhug.
He pulled back from her display of affection, and Mary felt a moment's hurt. Normally Robbie was a very affectionate boy, much more sensitive and vulnerable than his father had been as a teenager.
Mary ruffled his blond hair that was an exact match for her own. "You get up on the wrong side of the bed, boy?" she kidded him. Robbie could be moody, like his mom. She decided to humor him.
"Naw," he grumbled. "I just wish I could stay in bed until noon."
"Nonsense. You'll feel great as soon as you've had some breakfast. Did Tom keep you out late? What did you boys do anyway? I didn't even hear you come in . . . and when I peeked into your room this morning, you were sleeping with all your clothes on! You must have been bushed!"
The boy looked confused. He walked hastily toward the kitchen. "We didn't do anything special. Messed around. But I was awful tired last night. I was just gonna think for a while, and the next thing I knew it was morning."
He still wasn't looking her in the eye. Mary was curious about what had changed a normally cheerful boy into a suspicious grouch. She realized she would probably never know. Teenagers were creatures of a thousand moods and changes.
He riffled through the sports pages of the morning paper while she cooked his breakfast. A sudden exclamation from behind the paper made her jump.
"Gripes! Am I stupid!"
"What's the matter, Robbie? Don't yell like that, honey! You just about gave your mom a heart attack!"
"I just remembered first class was cancelled for this morning. I could have slept an extra hour!"
Mary grinned at his displeasure. An indulgent mother, she thought he looked cute when he was angry, "I'm sure you'll find something to do with the extra time."
"Yeah ... I think I'll take a shower after I eat. Tom and I were playing some ball last night. I got pretty grimy."
Waffles were one of Robbie's favorite foods, but he was glad to get away from the breakfast table and his mom's scrutiny. As soon as he awoke, he felt himself blush with the hot memories of the previous night. He had been afraid to look his mother in the eye for fear she might see his guilt. He had pulled away from her hug for fear that she might somehow discover that during the night he had awakened with a hard-on for her!
Despite his solemn efforts to restrain his lewd memories of last night's excitement, he caught himself several times peeking over the paper at his mom as she cooked his breakfast. She never wore a bra when she worked around the house. The large, firm breasts that he taken for granted for so long as a part of Mom suddenly became objects of his lust. He recalled the way they had poked tauntingly out of her nightgown when his dad was making love to her. He recalled how long her nipples got when she was excited. With thoughts like that racing through his head, he was grateful for the privacy of the bathroom. "You're going to have to pull yourself together, man," he muttered as he turned the shower on full-blast.
The stinging assault of the hot water only intensified the sensitivity of the boy's aroused body. By the time he steped out of the shower, he had another throbbing hard-on. He tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away if he cleared his head of lusty thoughts.
But his head was not to be cleared. In the solitude of the bathroom, his brain insisted on dwelling upon the appealing fantasy of all that had happened last night. It sent a thrill of excitement up his spine to remember how he and Tom had jacked off while they watched the woman in the film give head, and then climb on top of the cock she had coaxed to such rampant hardness. When he thought about crouching outside his parents' bedroom door, and watching his dad eat his mom's pussy and then screw her ruthlessly, the excitement in his balls turned to an ache. He knew he was going to have to do something about it.
He squirted a generous handful of his mother's body lotion into the palm of his hand, then gripped his cock. The moist caress made him clench his teeth. Guilt fled as he reveled in self-indulgent pleasure. His hand moved with the swift deftness of long practice. His buttocks jerked erotically as he summoned a mental image of his mother with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her body wracked with sweating jolts of ecstasy. At the moment, he did not care that he should not be thinking what he was thinking. He knew only how much pleasure it gave him to think about her, Mary had put a load of laundry into the machine that morning. It occurred to her that her son might need a towel when he got out of the shower. He so often forgot to take care of little things like that for himself. She thought he knew it gave her pleasure to do things for him. She knew he liked to have her serve him. It was in small ways like that that she and her son enjoyed their special relationship. He was not her baby any more, but she could still treat him special.
She pulled a towel from the hall closet and went to the bathroom door. The shower had stopped running, yet, instead of calling, Mary listened for any sound that might indicate what was going on in there. She realized he must have a towel, or he would have yelled for one before now. Yet she wondered why he was so quiet.
Mary had some idea what adolescent boys liked to do with their quiet times. She tried to imagine her son exploring the pleasure potential of his own hard cock. The lurid thought sent chills down her spine, and made her pussy tingle. Once or twice, she had walked in on her naked son. She had admired his long, slender young cock. She thought a mother was entitled to admire things like that about her son, yet it disturbed her that her belly felt so tingly after she had been looking at him.
The family's house was an older one. Though Hank and Mary had spent a lot of time and money renovating, they had tried to preserve the quaint antique features that did not get in the way of efficiency. One of those features was a bathroom door with an old-fashioned doorknob and keyhole. Though she knew it was wrong, Mary could not stop herself from crouching to the keyhole and looking into the bathroom. Curiosity had gotten the better of her. She just had to know what was going on in there!
She discovered at once that her suspicions were well-founded. The keyhole was at just the right height to give her a clear view of the outstanding shaft of her son's swollen cock. His hand was stroking it eagerly. With her head so close to the door, she could hear his suppressed sighs of pleasure. When she slouched forward a little, she could see his face. It was distorted with lust.
Mary was still aroused from the wanton lovemaking her husband and she had enjoyed the night before. Even the thought of her son playing with his cock had been enough to sensitize her ripe body. Watching him panting in the midst of forbidden ecstasy made her clitoris swell. An insistent pulsing took possession of her cunt. Even though the naked boy she was spying on was her own son, she could not contain the building signals of arousal. Watching his pleasure made her crave her own!
Without thinking about the depravity of what she intended, Mary pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand inside her panties. Her fingertip ran right into the swollen nubbin of her clitoris. The shock of contact made her gasp. She held her fingers there on her pussy-mound while she contemplated the hard cock through the keyhole. She was seized with reckless lust at the thought of what that cock could do for the longing in her heated pussy. She tried to make her perverted thoughts right by telling herself it was only the cock she was responding to. It did not matter that it belonged to her son, the child who-though she would never would have admitted it to anyone-was her definite favorite.
Yet it did matter that it was her son's cock. The delusion was only for the satisfaction of her conscience. All the rest of her was trembling with arousal at the sight of the boy-to whom she had given birth-"-discovering his sexuality. Mary could not help feeling a return of her usual pride that she had created such a beautiful young man. She knew the woman who got him would be lucky, yet she did not want to think about that woman. He was still her boy! It was hard to think of giving him up to another woman. Though she tried to disguise the fact from herself, Mary had been dreading the day when Robbie would bring home his first girlfriend. It had not happened yet. Right now, she did not want to think about it happening. She just wanted to revel in this peculiar depraved closeness to her son.
She watched the boy's hand move more quickly back and forth along his cock-shaft. She started to move her own fingertips quickly back and forth over her blood-engorged clitoris. The rush of excitement was so intense that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying aloud.
Even that erotic stimulus was not enough for the satisfaction of her raging hunger. The blonde housewife shoved one finger deep into her cunt. When her pussy-walls parted to admit that intrusion, she stretched them farther with a second finger. She parted her legs as far as the restriction of her panties would allow. They were down around the tops of her thighs. It gave Mary a raw thrill to feel the wash of cool air on her ass and pussy as she stroked herself. It excited her to think that she was stealing her illicit pleasure at the same time as her frantic son. She smiled at the thought that this had been the reason Robbie was grumpy at breakfast. Her boy had been horny!
Mary was kneeling on the hall floor, her eye glued to the keyhole. Every fiber of her being was straining to the call of her erotic abandon. She could feel herself floating farther and farther away from reality. Her cunt felt so intensely good. She was ready to cum.
Suddenly, she heard a grunt louder than the rest that came from inside the bathroom. She watched the thick, white gush of her son's semen shoot from his cock into his waiting hand. The sight made her pussy clench. She felt the shock of release shake her. It was just as if his cumming had made her cum!
The blonde felt weak when it was all over, but she did not dare let herself linger in the hallway to enjoy the after-effects of climax. She made her way shakily downstairs to the laundry room. She was still trying to figure out what had just happened to her when she heard her son call a goodbye from the kitchen. She was glad this time that he had not come in to kiss her goodbye. It would be so strange to feel her son's body close to her, the way she was feeling. She knew it would be a test she did not feel strong enough to meet. Not with her cunt still pulsing from the shared orgasm that was her secret from her handsome son.
Robbie hoped that his mother would not feel hurt that he had not gone into the laundry room to kiss her before he left for school. That was his usual routine, but today he simply could not do it. He was sure that somehow he would give, himself away.
After all, what would his mom say if she knew he had just been jacking off ... and that the fantasy that had brought him to rousing orgasm had been her? His own mother, with her nightgown ripped half-off, and her legs spread wide!
It was an effort for Robbie when he sat down in his first class of the day to focus his mind on Chemistry. It was body chemistry that was really on his mind!
Chapter Four
Mary and Hank's sex life did not always go so smoothly as the night that both kids were out of the house. There were many times when Mary wanted more than Hank could give her. Times like that put them both on edge.
The lewd thrill Mary had experienced when she watched her son in the bathroom had opened up a new vein of sexuality in the beautiful mother-of-two. She had been shocked with herself for responding so wantonly to the sight of her son stroking his hard cock. Rather than admit that she might have uncovered any forbidden longings, she decided that she simply was not getting enough from her husband. If her sexual appetite were truly sated, she would not look at her son with eyes of lust. Eyes of pride, love and admiration, okay. But the lust! That was wrong!
It disturbed her that she could not be her usual loving self with her son. She tried, but underneath her demonstrativeness was a new strain: a fear that she could not entirely trust herself. So great was her own anxiety, she did not even notice that her son was suffering from the same new reserve. Mary longed for things to go back to the way they had been. She wanted to feel truly comfortable with her son again, so she demanded more sexual input from her husband. She wanted Hank's hard cock to make her forget her son's slender, long cock and the lewd tingles it had excited in her needing cunt. She cursed herself every time she looked at her husband's swollen cock and mentally compared it to the way her son's cock had looked, erect and hard with excitement.
The kids took their lunches to school, so Mary normally ate alone. Sometimes Hank stopped in and ate with her, if he was in the neighborhood. He was a salesman, and his job took him all over the country.
Mary was about to sit down to a salad on this sunny Autumn day, when her husband's car pulled into the driveway. At once, Mary felt a surge of passion seize her cunt. She had been feeling restless and wanton all morning. When she had been changing the sheets on the beds, she had discovered cum stains on her son's fitted sheet. She felt a curious longing shoot through her at the thought that the handsome boy got his pleasure all alone in his bed. She had had to fight herself all morning to keep from thinking about what his hard cock would feel like. When she thought about whether Robbie was still a virgin, the thought that he might not be made her feel unreasonably angry, as though someone might have taken something from her!
Determined that what she needed was an afternoon alone with her husband, Mary rushed to her bedroom and slipped into a sheer silk dress that Hank liked her to wear when they were alone. She wore nothing underneath. Before going back downstairs in answer to her husband's call, she checked herself in the dresser mirror. The blonde vee of her pussy-hair was just visible through the gossamer camouflage of hand-painted flowers. Her nipples were hard, and they poked pertly against the material. She ran her hands through her soft blonde hair. She looked good, she decided, woman enough to attract any man with even the vaguest thought of pussy on his mind. If Hank did not have screwing on his mind now, she was determined to get it there fast.
"Hello, darling . . . I'm glad you could come by ... I really hate eating alone." She put her arms around her big, dark-haired husband and kissed him. She purposely rubbed her large, excited tits against his chest. A shiver of desire shot through her as she felt his strong hands grab her arms and hold her back from him so he could look at her.
"You're all ready for action, aren't you, beautiful?"
His question offended her. She realized that if he had been as interested as she was, the question would have been unnecessary. "I just like to look sexy for my husband . . . I like to feel sexy."
His smile softened. "I know you do, baby. And you are sexy. I'm just bushed. I've been running around all morning, and, hell, you know it's hot out there for this time of year!"
At once, Mary felt ashamed for thinking of herself first. Her husband had been out working hard for his family, and all she could think of was her own selfish wants. "Poor darling! Why don't I pour you a nice, cool glass of wine? You can sip it while I make a salad big enough for two."
But when she took him his wine, he seemed in no hurry to see her go back to the kitchen. He pulled her down onto his lap and peered lewdly down the front of her dress. Mary felt her nipples hardening once again under his lusty stare. Hard nipples always made Mary's cunt throb! He looked up at her, and she could see the longing in his eyes..
"You do look mighty good, beautiful! Why don't you indulge your old man and do something to make his hard cock feel good?"
Tremors of nervous hunger seized her as she lowered herself from his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She reached for the noticeable bulge in his pants and stroked it. Even through the material, the resilient feel of his cock made hot moisture surge from her cunt. It astounded Mary at how much power a hard cock had over her. Just one look at a stiff throbbing cock and ... she started to recall the day she had spied on Robbie in the bathroom. She drove the thought from her mind. It was her husband she wanted! Her husband's thick, hard cock!
The cock she had loved so well for the last sixteen years!
While her fingers scrambled to release his cock from his fly, the blonde marveled at the very idea that she had been with only one man in sixteen years. One man in her whole life, in fact, for she had been a virgin until she met Hank. He had taught her everything she knew about love.
Often, as she had stared at his throbbing cock, still the first sight of it sent chills down her spine, the way it always did. She barely had time to survey its swollen contours, to utter her first "oh" of admiration, before Hank forced her head down toward his lap. She had no choice but to open her mouth and take the turgid cock into her throat!
"Suck it, baby! Oh yeah . . . like that! . . . Suck my cock, Mary! Make your old man feel good!"
Though her pussy craved attention, Mary felt content to be slave to her husband's cock. She wanted to show him how much she liked to please him. She wanted to earn her reward. It would feel so good to feel his cock thrusting through the opening of her swollen pussy-lips, when her mouth had made his cock hard as steel, when her cunt could not any longer stand its convulsing frustration!
While her husband held her head over his lap, Mary struggled to work her mouth around his cock within the confines of his restricting hand. She gurgled and sputtered as her tongue swirled around the bloated rubbery tip of his cock. It pleased her to hear Hank's grunting moans of appreciation. He was falling under her spell. His hold on her head was relaxing. He was yielding himself to the manipulations of her talented mouth.
It was hard for the blonde wife to believe, as she stabbed her tongue into the slit in his cockhead, that she had once rebelled against cock-sucking. It had taken many months of coaxing and cajoling before she had finally yielded to her husband's obscene wish. She had shivered at the thought of debasing herself to something so crude, so dirty. She had been totally unprepared for the slavish passion that had possessed her when she finally found herself kneeling over a hard cock, sucking it to ever-burgeoning hardness.
She had thought that sucking cock was a pleasure for the man only. She had not anticipated the masochistic thrill of making her mouth a lewd receptacle for the teeming lust of a turgid cock!
Her wandering thoughts were working Mary up to a frenzy of excitement. She could feel the moisture from her pussy trickling down the insides of her thighs as she kneeled over her husband's cock. It was an unexpected thrill, in the middle of a lackluster day, to have her husband come in with a hard cock, to suddenly find herself immersed in wanton fantasy where before there had been only the contemplation of an afternoon to be spent washing floors. The silk felt sexy on her bare flesh. She groaned and shimmied as she established a jerking up-and-down motion over her husband's cock.
Once again, Hank firmly gripped his wife's blonde hair and shoved his cock as far as he could get it into her mouth. Her gags and struggles to take him all only made his balls tingle with excitement. She was such a sexy woman, his wife! He loved to watch those big lips of hers riding his cock with such snug, greedy fervor! ''Shit, woman . . . you sure know how to suck cock! Christ . . . your mouth feels so damn good! I can hardly wait to give you a mouthful of cum! Would you like that? Huh? A nice shot of hot juices for lunch?"
She could tell by his voice and by what he was saying that he was getting awfully excited. Mary was not entirely sure she liked what he was saying. She had been looking forward to climbing onto his cock and getting herself a cuntful. He had made it clear he wanted her to suck him to orgasm. She knew he loved to cum in her mouth. She would do it for him, just the way he wanted it. Then, after a while, they could make love again. Only next time, he would shove his cock hard and deep into her pussy. Her cunt was so hot and wet! She needed it so bad down there!
Hank began to thrust his cock up into his wife's mouth in a fierce, rampaging rhythm. He watched her blonde head bobbing over his loins in her zeal to take his cock however he wanted to shove it into her. Just watching her suck his throbbing cock was incredibly thrilling to the big man. Feeling her lips sliding wantonly along his cock-shaft made his balls hang heavy. Her tongue stabbed his fleshy cock again and again. Each time, her assault was unexpected. Each time, it made him groan.
"Baby, you're beautiful! How many husbands could get a blowjob like this at lunchtime? I've got the sexiest wife in the county!"
He remembered how she had been when he first managed to nag her into sucking his cock: so timid, so afraid. She had learned quickly the redeeming joys of giving good head. His trembling virgin had disappeared a long time ago, replaced by a greedy inferno of lust. A woman hungry for loving anytime, anywhere he chose . . . and many times when he did not choose. She was a handful, his wife, but he could not imagine life without her.
Hank had thought, at times, of taking a mistress. In his job, he came across many beautiful and interesting young women. It would have been easy for him, but he had never been able to get over the fear of what Mary might do if she found out.
He wanted to keep his wife. He had been a high-schooler when he first shoved his cock into her virgin pussy. Ever since then, her hot cunt had been home. The prospect of a little affair intrigued him at times, but not enough to make it a reality . . . not at the risk of losing his happy, horny wife.
"Mmmmmmppphh ..." Mary had gotten to the point where she was reveling in the frustration of her moist pussy. She squirmed her ass eagerly as she sucked her husband's cock, whining with the intensity of her excitement. There was a certain kind of pleasure in wanting something so much, wanting to feel her pussy full of hard cock. The thrill was in the anticipation. When her hardworking lips Had been sated with a dose of hot cum, then it would be her cunt's turn. She could already imagine that she would probably cum the first moment she felt his cock-shaft ploughing its way into her heated pussy-hole. It would feel so good!
She struggled to bob her head faster. Her tongue worked in concert with her fluttering lips to coax her husband's cock to greater hardness. She could feel it swelling in her mouth. The sensation tickled her nipples and her lusty pussy. It would not be long now before he gave it to her! Her entire being worked as a fine-honed instrument of love to bring her husband to resounding orgasm!
Hank's fingers were gripping at his wife's hair, but no longer with any particular end in mind. He was looking for something to hold on to, some hand hold to pull himself up that last little way. His wife was doing most of the work. He was relying on her. He knew she would not let him down. "Uuuuuhhh . . . God-d-d . . . you're good, woman!"
His compliment gave her the energy for that last flurry of effort, the one that sucked the cum right out of her husband's balls!
She sucked with all her might, swallowing the tangy juices of his surging excitement. Her tongue swirled over his cock-head as she made sure she got every one of the last dribbles of his potent juices. While he moaned in incoherent ecstasy, she continued to nibble his cock softly. She knew he liked to have her mouth there when he was coming down from the summit.
She remained with her head resting in her husband's lap while he dozed for a few minutes, the way he always did after lovemaking. When he opened his eyes, she stroked his flaccid cock softly and smiled at him. "Did I do good?" she asked brightly.
"You did good, baby . . . real good . . ."He was still not quite in possession of himself, but he stood up and started to zip his fly.
Alarm bells rang crazily in Mary's brain. He couldn't be taking his cock away, not with her pussy as hot as it was! She reached for his hand and looked up at him questioningly.
"I've got to get going, babe. I've got an appointment at two. I'll have to grab a hamburger afterward."
She was disappointed! Mary tried to make fun of her own horny anxiety as she watched her husband prepare to leave. Big deal! They could do it some more when he got home!
But she was still horny, damned horny! And all the rationalizations in the world were not going to help that.
She carried her husband's empty wine glass into the kitchen and filled it to the brim. The hell with housework for the rest of the day! Mary had earned her reward.
If it was not going to be a stiff cock, she would treat herself to a tipsy afternoon with a good romance novel. Screw her whole family! It was time for one frustrated housewife to do something nice for herself!
Chapter Five
Robbie was dawdling outside of his last class with some of the guys when he saw his sister coming down the hall toward him. He noticed with pride that a silence had fallen over his group as the other boys, too, watched his sister's approach. Darlene was a good-looking girl. Though only fourteen, she had the well-rounded tits and ass of her mother. She had inherited her father's thick, dark hair. It fell down her back almost to her waist. It was Darlene's pride. Her hair always shone.
"Hi, Robbie." She smiled shyly at the other boys. "Hi, guys."
"Hi, how you doing?" One of the boys, a guy called Rich, moved closer to the girl and stared suggestively at her outthrust tits.
Possessively, Robbie guided his sister by the elbow away from the other boys. It did not bother him when Rich looked that way at other girls, but his sister was not just any girl. Robbie knew what was going through Rich's mind, and he did not like it.
"What are you looking so serious about, Robbie?" Darlene was looking saucily up at him. Unlike her brother, Darlene was always in good spirits. Since babyhood, she had always made people smile. Everybody loved her.
Robbie found it impossible to stay angry with Darlene grinning at him. "Oh, nothing. What's happening, Sis? You going home now?"
"No. I told Mom that some of us kids would be going down to the ice cream parlor after school. I wanted to see if you could come along." Her eyes twinkled. "I'm only asking because the girls have been bugging me about it all day."
Robbie chuckled. He was flattered. He knew girls liked him, but, as yet, he had not had the nerve to ask one for a date. So far, shyness had had the upper hand over adolescent horniness. "Sorry to disappoint the girls, Darlene, but I can't. I've got baseball practice. I told Mom not to expect me until after six."
The girl looked disappointed. "Oh. Okay. See you later, Robbie."
"See you, Sis." He gave her a brotherly pat on the arm before going back to join the other boys, who were all on the baseball team with him.
For just a moment, Darlene watched her brother's retreat. Her face wore a wistful expression. The brunette was even more aware of Robbie's good looks than her friends were. There were times when she wished Robbie was not her brother! He was exactly the kind of boy she would have liked for a boyfriend. Kind, protective . . . and foxy!
It was in the locker room that Robbie overheard Rich entertaining a small group of boys. None of them noticed Robbie, who was bending over a knotted shoelace. He heard Rich's chuckle and the suggestive words that followed. His blood began to boil.
"Did you guys get a load of that sister of Robbie's! Boy! Some tits! I bet she's got a sweet pussy!"
"Forget it, Rich. Did you see the way Robbie pulled her away from you? He'd kill you if he found you messing around with his sister."
"Brothers don't have to know everything about their sisters. I bet if I got into her sweet pants, she'd be so grateful she'd keep our secret from her brother. A hot cunt has no conscience."
Nobody even saw Robbie approach, but the next thing they knew, the blond boy had landed a solid right on Rich's jaw. The bigger boy went sprawling back against the lockers. He was back on his feet again quickly, dazed, but ready and eager for combat.
"I didn't know you were listening, Robbie. What's the matter? Make you mad to hear someone talking about your sister's pussy? It didn't seem to bother you yesterday when we were talking about Mary Jane Houseman. She's got a brother, too." The big redhead was obviously enjoying the other boy's frustration. He was ready for Robbie this time when he came lunging forward with both fists flying.
"Fuck you, Rich! Take back what you said about Darlene! Take it back!"
Neither boy had further time or energy for words. They panted, boxed, wrestled and writhed until they were squirming on the locker room floor, their faces smeared with blood, their own and each other's. Their baseball coach came striding into the locker room to see what was holding up his boys. He rushed to the center of the fray and forced the boys apart.
"What the hell's going on here? What kind of team am I going to have if you guys can't even get along with each other? Now, come on. Shake hands and make up. We've already lost fifteen minutes of practice time."
Robbie's breath was coming in great heaving gasps. He continued to glare at his opponent, his eyes shooting arrows of hate and vengeance. "Sorry, Coach. I wouldn't shake hands with him. Not for anything! He's a creep, that's what he is! I just wanna get my hands on him one more time!" Passion overcame him, and the boy made another lunge for Rich's head.
"Robbie!" The coach jerked the blond boy back by his hair. "You get dressed and get the hell out of here! I don't want to see your face again today!"
Walking home from school, Robbie was a gloomy sight. His hands were thrust deep into his pockets. His head hung forward as he seemed to look for more stones to kick. His hair was still tousled from the fight. He had not bothered to comb it.
His first fury had passed. His emotions now, when he thought of Rich, were dull. He would never forgive the other boy for talking about his sister that way, yet he knew, on one point, Rich had been right. It had not bothered him to listen in on talk about other guys' sisters. He was being unreasonably prejudiced in favor of his own sister, yet he couldn't help it. He would react exactly the same way again. Darlene was special! He wouldn't let anyone talk about her as if-she were just some . . . cunt! Darlene was beautiful! She was his sister! She deserved respect!
Now that his anger was ebbing, Robbie began to worry about his future on the baseball team. If he wanted to, the coach could throw him right off the team. Yet Robbie knew that he was the best hitter the school had, and a darned good pitcher. The coach would probably not disqualify him from playing, but he could see a lot of boring detentions in his immediate future. He realized that if he went to the coach and explained what had happened, he would probably go easier on him. But his pride forbade his asking for special consideration. Besides, he could not stand to tell anyone what Rich had said about Darlene!
So preoccupied was the boy with his thoughts that he did not call out his usual, loud "hello" when he walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and went on into the living room.
He froze in the doorway. The half-peeled banana dropped at his feet.
Obviously, his mother had not been expecting anyone home so soon. She was lying on her back on the couch, her knees bent, her legs spread. The flowered sheer dress she was wearing was pushed up above her heaving tits. She was naked from her white breasts on down. She was working something in and out of her pussy, and she was moaning.
A thousand exclamations ran through the boy's mind, but he eould riot utter even one of them. He was too shocked. It was only when he started to breathe again that he realized that the lurid scene had provoked his cock to aching erection.
"Mmmmmm ... it feels so good-d-d!" Mary's eyes were closed. Her lips were curled in a lazy, erotic smile. The blonde had had several glasses of wine since her husband had left her with a frustrated cunt. Inhibition had deserted her. She knew both kids would be home late from school. She figured she had some time to indulge herself.
That was exactly what she was doing. She had searched through the vegetable drawer for a suitable dildo substitute and had come up with a good-sized zucchini. Wrapped in a condom, it made a pleasing, stretching cuntful for her pussy.
High as she was on wine, it was easy for Mary to climb to an intense sexual high. Her hand worked quickly, maneuvering the obscene dildo in and out of her cunt. She was looking forward to cumming. She thought she would feel much better once she had gotten rid of the tension. She could get up and start fixing the family's dinner without feeling bitter. She would have had her pleasure too-her something to make the day special.
Her husband had had a noontime blowjob. Her daughter was having after-school ice cream with her friends. Her son was playing baseball with the boys. She was massaging her cunt to ecstatic abandon with a large, slightly overripe zucchini! "Christ... I love the way it feels in my pussy!"
Her lewd, drunken talk excited her. She teased herself by pushing the dildo in just a short way for a few strokes. The trick worked. She became desperate for the whole filling length. "Oh God! Oh God ... I need it!" It felt so good when she finally let herself have it all again that she let out a long, low wail. It echoed through the blonde's every nerve ending and around the four walls of the living room.
Her cry set up obscene answering tremors in the expectant body of her watching son. Robbie had half-hidden himself inside the kitchen so that his mother would not catch sight of him if she happened to look his way. He need not have worried. His mother was in no condition to notice anything beyond the scope of her own pleasure-wracked body.
He watched awestruck as she ground her hips fitfully up off the living room couch. Her blonde-thatched cunt opened greedily to swallow whatever it was she was feeding it-something greenish-looking, covered with wet, shining plastic.
The boy had never even imagined anything so obscene as the erotic picture his mother made squirming on the couch, shoving the dildo up into her craving cunt. Her tits bobbled on her chest as she shuddered and moaned. Their motions made the boy's cock throb. So did the sight of her nipples, swollen almost to the length of her thumb, hard and greedy with lust, like the rest of her!
He had thought that watching the movie over at
Tom's house had been something! He had thought that watching his dad make love to his mother had been something even better!
Neither episode could hold a candle to the wanton abandon his mother was exhibiting right now. With only herself to please, she was mewling like a cat in heat, squirming her cunt up to meet her makeshaft cock with reckless energy, calling out obscenities that were obviously intended only to fire her own hunger.
Robbie's jaw hung open helplessly as he marveled at the intensity of what was going on. His cock throbbed eagerly in his jeans. Despite all the serious talkings he had been giving himself lately, all his forbidden infatuation with his thirty-three-year-old mother surged. He longed to feel his cock thrusting up into her pussy in the place of that dumb dildo. He longed to share her passion, to be in the same thrilling space that she was. He wanted to feel as sexy as his mother was feeling right now!
As the boy grew more and more uncomfortable with the longings of his excited balls, a climax was building in the living room. His mother was driving the dildo savagely into her cunt. Her cries grew frantic, helpless with the intensity of her need. Then, suddenly, there was a last explosion. From there on in, his mother was purring like a pussycat.
The boy's brain was racing with the temptation of a myriad of forbidden ideas. It was the moment when he had to make his decision. Was he going to follow the longings of his hard cock, or the fearful advice of his besieged conscience? It was a mighty struggle.
But, in most fifteen-year-olds, instinct still carries more weight than wisdom. Robbie's cock won out!
Chapter Six
, He stood uncertainly over his mother, watching her recover from her resounding climax. He was frightened of the moment when she would open her eyes and see him there. At the same time, he was excited, intensely excited. His cock throbbed urgently in his jeans. The boy was not certain what he expected to come of his discovery, but his entire body was tense with expectancy.
His mother looked beautiful in the wanton afterglow of her passion. Her round, milk-white tits rose and fell with her breathing, more gently than they had when she was riding the bucking bronco of lust. He looked down at her blonde pussy-triangle and realized that it was matted with the moisture of her excitement. Her cunt-lips looked swollen. Her thighs were open wide enough so that he could get a good look at her pussy, and at the long, thick diido with which she had driven herself to climax. Her hand rested on its sticky surface as it slowly slipped from her pussy.
A thrill of arousal stabbed his cock as he recognized the instrument with which she had been so soundly drubbing her cunt. It was a zucchini! His mother had always loved zucchini, but the boy had never suspected the special significance the vegetable had for her. He had heard lots of jokes about horny girls and bananas, but never about zucchini.
"Holy cow!"
The exclamation was uttered barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough to disturb Mary's reverie. Her big eyes flew open. She stared up at her son as though she did not believe what she was seeing. It was with great difficulty that she finally managed to blurt out: "Robbie! What are you doing here? Aren't you playing baseball?"
He excused his mother's silly question on the grounds that she was not yet in her right mind. He was ready to excuse his mother for anything. She looked so beautiful, so sexv.
"I . . . uh, I ran into a little trouble with one of the guys. The coach sent me home."
Mary had started out feeling self-conscious about the condition her boy had caught her in. When she saw that Robbie looked more excited than shocked by what he was seeing, she lost her self-consciousness. She struggled to a sitting position and pulled down her dress, though not quite far enough to completely cover her well-used cunt. She deftly slipped the sheath-clad zucchini under the couch.
"Sit down here, Robbie," she coaxed the boy, patting the cushion beside her. She watched him sit down awkwardly. It was then that she realized he had an impressive hard-on. Watching her in her abandon had made her son's cock hard! Despite the old warnings of her conscience, she felt her still-hot pussy flare.
She noticed the scratches and discoloration on her son's cheeks and she became all mother for a moment. She caressed the wounded flesh lovingly. "Robbie, darling, what happened to you?"
"Uh , . . nothing ... I just got into kind of a fight is all. Nothing much. The coach was mad at me, but everything'll be okay tomorrow." It seemed absurd to the boy that they should be discussing his fight at school when he had just watched his mother bring herself to orgasm with an overgrown zucchini. Though she had pulled down her dress, he could still see blonde hairs of her pussy peeking out between the tops of her thighs. The top of her dress was open enough to give him a clear view down to her big tits and her extended nipples. His mother was still excited! Her nipples were still as long as date pits.
The real concern Mary had felt for her son's welfare dissolved into something else. She began to feel strange palpitations darting through her body as she became aware of her son's lusty stare. How much had he seen? Had he watched her make herself cum? By the look in his eye and the state of his cock, she knew he must have seen enough, enough to change what was happening from an encounter between mother and son to a meeting of woman and man.
Her son had a hard cock! She had a pussy still moist from her self-manipulations! The forbidden moment she had dreaded and dreamed of for so long had come! She was face to face with her son, the young man. And both of them were excited, intensely aware of the illicit temptation of their position.
"Robbie, you're beautiful! You're a beautiful young man!" She was still stroking his cheeks, but more tenderly than before. Her hands were shaking. She kissed him softly on the lips.
He accepted her kiss without moving his mouth. He looked stunned, and more excited than she had ever seen him.
"What did you think, darling? What did you think when you saw what I was doing?" she asked tenderly.
Robbie was afraid to move, even to breathe, for fear he would upset the fragile thread of what was happening. Perverted as he knew it to be, still he longed to be close like this to his mother. He wanted her to touch him, to kiss him. He was only afraid he might faint from the excitement and miss everything.
He had to clear his throat twice before he could speak. "I . . . I thought . . . I thought you looked beautiful, Mom . . . and real sexy! It made me excited to watch you!" He wasn 't saying it the way he wanted to, but the words came hard at this point. He had just realized that his mother's hand was softly stroking his hard-on!
Even though the material of his jeans, the touch of her hand on his cock made him tremble all over. It had been a long time since Robbie had felt so young, so unsure of himself. He wanted his mother's tender touches so much, but he had not the slightest idea what he should be doing to show her she was pleasing him. He thought he should do something to impress his mother with his manhood, but he just sat there and stared at her stupidly as she smiled at him, waiting to see if he had anything more to say.
"I think you're neat, Mom!" he finally blurted.
"I think you're neat too, darling!" Mary was losing herself slowly in the wanton sensuality of the scene that was evolving between herself and her young son. She realized the terror that had taken hold of the boy, along with his excitement. She suddenly realized how sexually innocent he was. At once, her first mission was to soothe him, to let him know it was all right.
Mother would take care of everything!
A strange smile lit up Mary's features. It pleased her to know her son was still innocent. She had been jealous of the girl who would someday have her beautiful boy, even before she had known who that girl would be. Now she did not have to be jealous. Her son was right here with her. He was counting on her to show him what life was all about, and that was exactly what she wanted to do. How she wanted to do it! Her wet pussy told her how much!
Her hand grew more bold in its exploration of Robbie's hard cock. "Mmmm . . . Robbie darling . . . your cock's so big and hard! Does it feel good when I touch it, Robbie?"
"Uhh ... oh yeah ... it sure does, Mom!" When her hand gripped his cock possessively, Robbie had to grab at the couch for support. Ripples of excitement jolted his aroused young body.
"Good . . . now don't you worry about anything, Robbie darling! You can trust your mom. I'm just going to make you feel good! Do you like to feel good, Robbie?" The wine still flowed through Mary's system, fortifying her for the bold scheme she had concocted. In her aroused state, all her earlier fears of the forbidden word "incest" no longer seemed to matter. It seemed only right that she, the woman who had taught him to take his first step, to utter his first word, should be introducing him to the intense pleasures of the senses too.
It suddenly seemed very important to her that she take her son through this last initiation. It was a right she demanded as mother of the handsome, winning boy who had been monopolizing heF thoughts lately. She felt herself yielding to her most lusty ambitions as her cunt grew more aroused, and her brain more feverish, with excitement.
"Uh ... oh yeah, Mom! I like to feel good!" His mother's hand had freed the boy's cock from his fly as quick as a lizard darts from rock to rock. Robbie had not been prepared for the incredible pleasure of the tight grasp of her hand on his sensitized cock. He gritted his teeth, afraid that he would shoot off right then. He did not want to do that. The going was too good. He wanted to go all the way ... as far as his mother wanted to take him! "Uuuuuhhh . . . boy . . . "
The thought that she was pulling those thrilling sounds of pleasure from her son's throat made Mary's cunt trickle moisture. She slipped down onto her knees next to the couch to examine more closely the swollen contours of Robbie's cock. Her hand shook as she held his purple cock. She remembered the day she had watched through the keyhole as Robbie stroked his cock to orgasm. Ever since that day, she had been hounded by a forbidden desire to be a part of her handsome son's pleasure. Her excitement at this moment, as she was making her wanton dream come true, was almost overwhelming. She licked her lips lewdly as she leaned closer to the throbbing cock in her hand.
The watching boy had a vivid recollection of the scene in the movie he had watched at Tom's house, when the blonde woman had first inspected the hard cock she held in her hand. He remembered the jarring excitement he had felt in his own cock when she first darted out her tongue and licked the man's cock. He had longed for the moment when he would experience such a lurid thrill for himself.
Now it seemed that Robbie's longing was about to become reality. His mother-looking so much more beautiful, more exciting than the woman in the movie-was holding his hard cock in her hand. She was cooing softly as she inspected and caressed it with her fingertips.
He hardly dared hope that the next moment would be the one when she stuck out her tongue and licked his cock! "Oh Mom-m-m," he moaned, and his mother understood what he was saying.
She went even farther than he had hoped for. She closed her lips over his whole bloated cock-head and sucked it greedily. Robbie thought the cum was going to shoot out of him for sure that time, but again he managed to hold on. The boy could scarcely believe his eyes. His own mother had her generous pouting lips wrapped around his tingling cock-head! Her warm mouth was submerging him in a heated, enveloping pleasure.
"Ooooohhh ... oh Momma!" he cried passionately.
Mary's cunt throbbed. Robbie had not called her "Momma" since he was a very little boy! At the very instant when she was leading him from boyhood to manhood, he had grabbed a piece of their early life together. He was again her trusting little boy, setting out into territory more awesome and frightening than any he had trod before . . . and his mother was there to help him. It felt good to be wanted, to be needed, to feel the stiff, pulsing young cock safely ensconced between her lips!
Overwhelmed by a hunger more primal, more intense even, than what she had felt for her husband's cock that afternoon, Mary slid her lips all the way down to the base of her son's stiff cock. Intensely aware that this was the first time for him, she tried to be gentle, gentle enough to keep him from losing control of his erection before they were both ready.
It was not easy for the woman to maintain any kind of control on the lusty impulses that had possession of her already-aroused body. She began to work her lips up and down over her son's cock. She kept up the rhythm for a short while, until she recognized the desperation in his groans. Then, abruptly, she changed her technique to give her boy an opportunity to get a new hold on his self-control.
Her tongue reached out to stab the slit in the tip of his cock-head. Her pussy convulsed with pleasure when she discovered a droplet of seminal fluid. She savored the zesty flavor of his precious fluids. Eagerly, she delved for more, moaning each time she mined another taste of her son's love nectar.
Eager to show Robbie some of the possibilities of lovemaking, she began to swirl her tongue around and around his engorged cock-tip, coating it generously with her saliva. Her fingertips softly tickled his balls. She grinned when she heard his grunt of pleasure turn into a hoarse gasp. She had always liked to please her boy, to serve him. There had never been pleasure nor servitude more fulfilling than what she and her oldest child were sharing now!
The teenager was limp as a rag doll. He lay back against the couch, his ass perched on the edge of the cushion, as close as possible to his mother's head. From time to time he found the energy to thrust his hips upward, to feed his hard cock into his mother's mouth. He liked to watch her then. It was a perverse thrill to see his mother opening her lips wide to admit the throbbing shaft of his cock. It was even more of a thrill to feel her responsive excitement in the way she treated his cock with her supple mouth!
Mary's entire body was involved in the rhythm of her mouth-assault on her son's turgid cock. She ground her ass wantonly in the air behind her as her lips nibbled and tugged and teased at his cock-shaft. Her head rose and fell over his cock. Her tongue darted out to poke his fleshy cock, to drive new grunts of pleasure from him.
Drowning in the double ecstasy of watching and feeling his mother's abandoned lovemaking, Robbie knew at last that he would not hold out against her teasing mouth much longer. Moaning loudly, he closed his eyes and shoved his cock again and again into his mother's mouth. He was letting it happen, he was accepting that what must be must be. The promise of ecstasy was too good to resist. "Oh Mom . . . I love the way you suck my cock! It feels so good! Jeez!"
It was peculiar satisfaction for her heated cunt to hear her son's words of praise. Mary realized that the boy was no longer struggling with the tumult of his passion. He was flowing with it. He was letting it happen to him. She was pleased that he felt safe to put himself completely in her care. She began to work slavishly to suck the juices from his balls. Her belly longed for a good dose of her son's potent fluids.
In a fit of excitement, she reached down to his balls and mouthed each of them in turn. Their resilient feel in her mouth made her pussy throb. Her eager mouth-caresses made the boy groan feverishly. Quickly, Mary returned her lips to his cock. She was just in time to catch the first gush of his juices.
"Uuuhhh, Mommmm . . . I'm cumming-g-g!" It had been too much for the fifteen-year-old, having his mother tugging with her lips on his balls. He had felt himself letting go, and felt only joy in the sensation. He opened his eyes to watch his mother eagerly swallowing his cum. "Uh, yeah, swallow it, Mom! Swallow it!"
The wanton command of his hoarse, youthful voice sent a last thrill to Mary's pussy. When she had sucked the last of his juices from his cock, Mary realized that her cunt felt as if it had too had its satisfaction. The thrill had been so great that her pussy had found its own orgasm in the illicit joy of swallowing down her son's potent fluids!
By the time Darlene and Hank got home, things were respectable again in the house. Mary had put on slacks and a T-shirt. She had fed her zucchini to the garbage disposal. Mary was peeling potatoes, and Robbie was doing his homework at the kitchen table when the rest of the family showed up.
"Dad gave me a ride home. Lucky, eh? You two look like you're having a nice quiet time of it."
On the surface, they were, but underneath, Robbie and his mother were still trembling with the joys of the forbidden passion they had shared.
Chapter Seven
Things were different for Robbie from the moment he had shot his first hot load of cum into his mother's mouth. He felt different about life, about himself, about everything. It was as if the boy had gone through an initiation, to come out of it a man.
He went to the coach the next day, expecting to have the book thrown at him, but not really caring. He felt so damned good, a whole set of encyclopedia couldn't hurt him.
It seemed that the other guys had explained to the coach what happened between him and Rich, since the coach understood Robbie's anger. He tried to be stern with the boy, but Robbie could see that he would have done the same thing for his sister.
The boy came out of that confrontation feeling even better. It seemed only right that the coach should have treated him so fairly, man-to-man. Robbie was a man now. He felt like a man, though he realized he had a lot more to learn about the skills of manhood. One blowjob did not a lover make, but it sure made one happy fifteen-year-old!
He managed to sneak away from the school at lunchtime to go home to see his mother. She had seemed fine when he left that morning, but Darlene had been there, so he had not had a chance to talk to her alone.
He expected her to be as happy as he was about what had happened, but instead she looked pale and anxious. Her jaw was set in a determined grimace. Robbie knew at once that she had something to say that he did not want to hear.
Mary had gone to bed still a little tipsy, still feeling on top of the world. She had awakened the next morning with a lead weight on her shoulders. The enormity of what she had done horrified her. It had not been just a matter of seducing a boy half her age, or of sucking a cock other than Hank's for the first time in her life.
She had made love to her own son! She had kneeled before him and shamelessly sucked his cock to orgasm! She had swallowed the hot jets of his potent young sperm!
Though memories of the lust they had shared made Mary's cunt throb, her conscience drove the pleasure from her with a hot blast of guilt.
What had she done to her boy? Had she inflicted scars on him that might last the rest of his life? In satisfying her own base hunger to possess his vulnerable young cock, had she spoiled him for normal sex? Sure, he was thrilled about what had happened, but would he grow to hate her . . . hate her because he had to think of himself as a pervert, a Freudian casebook study?
Not long after her children left for school, Mary made a vow to make every effort to right the wrong she had done. She would try not to make Robbie feel guilty. She would admit the beauty of what they had shared, but she would be very firm about the fact that it could never happen again. She had given him his first glimpse of adult passion, but he must learn the rest on his own. She was setting him free, pushing him from her lustful breast.
She was surprised by Robbie's unexpected return at lunchtime, but she summoned her resources and tried to explain to the boy as logically as possible what she had thought, and what she had decided.
"I want you to remember what we shared as beautiful, darling. But you know it's not right. It's not something that can go on. I have a husband. You're a young boy. You have your whole future before you. One day you'll meet a girl and ..." She paused. It was still painful for her to contemplate that. She tried to soothe herself with the knowledge that she had at least been the first. She had given him his first taste of the intensity of passion.
The boy was crushed, but his sexual experiences with his mother the day before had taught him something: It had given him a new confidence in himself. He was ready to meekly go along with his mother's decision, not without putting up a good fight. That was what he thought a man should do.
He walked up to his mother and put his arms around her, not hesitantly, but firmly, to let her know he wanted to console her. She was nervous at first. She tried to tell him to stop, but once she realized the boy was man enough to know what he was doing, she yielded. She held on tightly to his neck. It was clear to Robbie that she needed this kind of support. He felt more of a man than ever to know that he could give it to her.
They remained there in the middle of the living room, clinging to each other, neither saying a word. At last, the boy spoke softly, his hand stroking his mother's sweet-smelling blonde hair.
"I know what you're trying to do, Mom. I know you're trying to protect me. But just because I didn't really know what was going on yesterday doesn't mean I'm a complete child."
"I know that, Robbie. I don't mean to treat you like a child, but I ... "
"I haven't finished, Mom. What you did for me yesterday was the best thing any mom ever did for her son. You made me feel whole. Ever since you made me cum in your mouth, I've been walking six inches off the ground. Nothing can hurt me."
"I know that, darling. That's the way it always is at first, when something good happens ..."
"You said it, Mom. It was something good, something fantastic, the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life. How could it be wrong?"
When he gave her her chance to speak, Mary found she was not sure what to say. The boy's arms felt so strong and satisfying around her. His voice sounded so manly and reassuring. Maybe Robbie was right: What was there for her to be upset about? Was she going to let somebody else's rules tell her what felt right in her own life?
She was falling under the spell of the boy's nearness. Part of her knew that. The other part just wanted to let it happen. She could not convince herself that she had done anything wrong to her son by sucking his cock, not when it had turned him into such a calm young man^ and overnight!
There was nothing calm about Robbie beneath his cool exterior. Underneath, his heart was beating crazily. He felt like a man playing craps, who had everything he cared about riding on the next toss of the dice. He was playing for high stakes! He was determined to win! Yet still, there lurked that awful fear that the roll might go against him!
He felt his mother's voluptuous body relax slightly within his grasp. A first stab of joy shot through him. She was letting go! He was convincing her that what they had done was all right!
Though the first battle had been won, Robbie knew the war lay ahead. He must do something to make the outcome decisive. He must make some bold gesture that would put his mother beyond doubt, beyond self-recrimination.
Robbie took a deep breath and lowered his mouth to his mother's face. He began to kiss her, her eyes, her cheeks. She lifted her face toward him, letting him do it to her. Her mouth greedily sought his. In a mounting flurry of passion, the boy planted his lips firmly on hers. He was startled to feel her tongue probing his mouth. When he realized that that was her flag of surrender, his entire body trembled with elation. His tongue collided with hers and poked lewdly deep into her throat.
Nothing could stop him now, he knew that! He felt dizzy with success. Originally he had planned to just talk to his mother, then return to school, but things had changed. There would be no school for Robbie this afternoon!
"Mmmmmmm . . . Mom, it feels good! You make me feel so good! I want to do it to you this afternoon, Mom! Can I? Huh?"
Mary felt her knees quaking, threatening to buckle under her. Her son's lewd request had struck at the very core of her sexual being. He was asking something of her, something very awesome. Her pussy tingled at the thought that her son wanted to put his hard young cock up inside her cunt. The notion was so powerful that there was no resisting it, not with his body pressed against hers, not with his mouth planting kisses all over her face and neck!
"Robbie ... oh Robbie, darling ... do you really think it's all right?" She knew something significant was taking place. She was giving up her place as her boy's mentor. She was accepting his role as the prime mover, the man, the one who would decide what was all right, and what was not. Her cunt throbbed. She was no longer just Robbie's mother, she was his lover! -In that relationship, she no longer took all the responsibility. She was accepting him as her equal, and not just her equal, but her man of the moment. In more ways than one, she was ready to be a slave to her son's hard, lusty cock!
"Oh Mom ... you know it is! You know how good we both felt yesterday when it was all over! Today, we're going to feel even better!"
It was happening quickly. Mary's heart beat fast as her son eased her down onto the living room rug. The obscene thought that she was about to take her son's virginity right on the floor thrilled her. She felt wild, wanton. She felt wonderfully free of the burden of conscience that had plagued her all morning. The nearness of her son's hard, young body had done that for her. She knew how much she wanted what he was forcing her into. She wanted to be forced into it, just so she would have a bland answer for her conscience when the moment of reckoning came around.
Yet at the moment, Mary could not have cared less about any moral tallies. She wanted hard cock, her son's hard cock. Her pussy was already flaring moistly inside her panties.
Robbie knelt over his mother and began to tug at her slacks. He pulled them down off of her hips along with her panties. She wiggled her ass to help him. Her eyes were shut tight, yet a wanton grin teased at the corners of her mouth. She was obviously reveling in her depraved position. So was her son.
The teenager tossed his mother's pants and panties onto the couch. She was lying there, helpless beneath him now, naked from the waist down. He could see her nipples hardening underneath her cotton blouse. His finger encountered something hard and fleshy. He realized it must be her clitoris. He explored it further.
"Uuuuuuhhh . . . yes, darling! Touch my clit like that! Oooohhh, Robbie-e-e! Oooohhh, darling"-.'. . " Excitement at the perversion of what was happening had reduced Mary to a moaning, craving animal. She knew she should be helping her son out. This was a first time for him.
But it was a first time for her too. She could not help by trembling with abandon at the prospect of making love to her handsome young son, of feeling her son's cock inside her pussy for the first time.
She thrust her cunt-mound up at Robbie's hand. The boy quickly got the hang of what she wanted. While his finger swirled round her blood-engorged clitoris, his cock swelled to greater size inside his pants. He felt the pressure of the excitement building in his cock. He ached to feel his cock buried in his mother's pussy. He knew it was up to the guy to get a woman ready for the penetration, yet he could not imagine any woman being more ready than his mother. She was moaning and squirming like a wild creature. Her clitoris was slippery with her pussy-juices.
There were so many things that Mary wanted to feel him do to her, yet she knew they could not happen all at once. For this first time, she would be satisfied just to feel his cock spreading the swollen lips of her cunt. She wanted to feel him work his cock in and out of her pussy until he brought her to a resounding orgasm.
Even in the midst of her abandon, Mary still did not miss the irony of the sudden about-face of her conscience. When Robbie had arrived home from school, there had been no doubt in her mind that the sexual part of their relationship had ended. It had taken little more than her son's strong arms wrapped around her to dissolve her determination. She knew now how flimsy her resolve had been. She knew now how unlikely it had been that, after first tasting the juices of her son's cock, she could cut herself off without feeling his cock screwing her greedy cunt. Mary was beginning to understand how ruthless she could be when aroused. She was beginning to understand the unscrupulous nature of lust.
Curious to test the climate of what was in store for his cock, Robbie probed a finger up inside his mother's pussy. Often, as the boy had looked at pictures of cunts, he had never imagined a pussy could feel so hot and wet and clinging inside. Its tight, moist grip on his finger was enough to make his cock throb with anguish in his pants. Robbie realized that it was time he quit fooling around and get down to brass tacks. There would be time for niceties later on, but right now he ached for his first taste of pussy wrapped around his hard cock!
Mary quivered at the sight of her son pulling down his trousers. His cock was swollen with lust. Her greedy cunt pulsed in anticipation of its filling girth up inside. There was no room left in Mary for questions of whether she should be doing this thing or not. There was room only for want. Mary was full of want, and she wanted to be full of cock.
She parted her thighs lewdly. She realized that the wet, pink gash of her cunt was shamelessly bared to her son's gaze. Her wanton behavior excited her. She felt the moisture flowing from her pussy. There would be no problem getting his cock in her. She was all ready for him. His cock would slip inside as easily as a knife cuts butter.
Quaking at the prospect of finally pushing his cock into pussy, Robbie fell on top of his mother. He held his hard cock in his hand. Eagerly, he tried to guide his cock-head to her cunt-hole, but his angle was awkward. He tried again and again with no success. Failure made him desperate.
Mary too was desperate, too desperate to let her son find her hot cunt opening for himself. She reached under and grabbed his fleshy cock-shaft. She poked it against her pussy furrow until she found the right yielding place. His cock slipped deep inside her cunt. "Ooooooohhh... oh Robbie-e-e ... .it feels so good to have your cock in meeee!"
The boy could hardly believe he had gone from morning classes to this, the most incredible experience of his young life. If his mother's twat had felt good wrapped around his fingers, it felt a hundred times better squeezing his sensitized cock. He flexed his cock in and out of her pussy. "Uh . . . Mom . . . uh . . . "
Her boy's awkward attempts to express in words what he was feeling filled Mary with mother-love.
She realized that what was happening was so much more intense for him than for her, just because it was the first time. For her, it was ecstasy. Her poor boy must be out of his mind with excitement!
To help him along, she began to squirm her hips up off the carpet, riding her pussy up her son's cock. The very thought that she was stealing her son's virginity made her tremble. The feel of his young cock probing her pussy, searching for its stride, made her shriek with perverted abandon. It astounded her now to think that she had tried to deny herself this wanton satisfaction. It did not even occur to her that she was betraying her husband, breaking her marriage vows. What was happening was strictly between her son and herself, a strange extension of that special feeling between mother and son. It was not something that Mary had ever consciously longed for, before the day she watched Robbie stroke his cock in the bathroom. But it seemed so right, now that she knew she must have wanted it always.
"Screw me . . . oh screw me, darling!" From the moment he delved his cock into his mother's cunt, Robbie was immersed in a world of sensation-charged fantasy. He worked, as though in a dream, to shove his cock deep into his mother's pussy, then pull it out to the bloated tip, then shove it in again. The waves of pleasure flowed non-stop through his body, pushing him higher and higher into those places where the air is thinner and the pleasure more intense. It was so much like a dream, and yet at the same time so much better than a dream, that he lost contact with time and thought and reason. He just kept on screwing, as if he had been doing it all his life. He became uncomfortable with the strenuous exertion that marked him a man. He had been on the way to manhood yesterday, but today he was totally, irrevocably there. Pride and pleasure inundated his soul, his body, his buzzing senses
Though Mary's perception of the pleasure differed, she was right there with her son. She was relishing the skill with which he was assuming the duties of manhood like a proud lover. And like a wanton lover, her pussy throbbed hungrily around his cock each time he shoved it into her. "Darling, you're beautiful! You're such a good lover, Robbie!"
That was all the boy needed to hear. He was invincible. Nothing could stop him now. With furious passion, he screwed his mother, driving her ass down into the carpet, forcing the shrieks from deep in her throat.
Mother and son were suspended in the intensity of what they were sharing. Joined now by two primal bonds, they wrapped themselves in one another's spirits and struggled to scale new heights together. Mary was intensely aware of her son's bloated cock^tip forcing her pussy-walls wide on each stroke. Robbie panted in teeth-clenching opposition to the pleasure clasp that threatened to suck the juices right out of him, to rob him of his rampaging hard-on.
He held out for a good, long time for one so inexperienced and sensitive to pleasure. But at last he could do it no more. He had to yield to the last depraved thrill: that filling of his mother's cunt with his thick, hot cum-juices. "Oh, Mama ... I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"
She held onto him tightly, reveling in the joy of taking his potent load into her cunt of being there to receive him in his first moment of raw passion, in his first climatic experience of man and woman together. The intensity of her joy pushed her into orgasm. Her cunt clasped fitfully around her boy's cock. "Ooooohhh . . .oh baby! Me too, Robbie! I'm cumming too! Hhhhhnnnhhhh . . . it's beautiful, Robbie-e-e!"
They lay there clinging to each other, mother and son, their bodies glistening with sweat, exhausted with the fury of their efforts. It was only when they finally struggled to a sitting position that they looked at each other's eyes to see what they had really done, to see that if this time it was really going to be all right.
Mary smiled sheepishly at her handsome young son. "You sure know how to present a good argument, darling."
"Ah, Mom! It was good for both of us, you know that. Nobody ever has to know. It's only when other people know that it becomes bad."
She reached out to stroke the soft blond hair. "You know . . . you're awful smart for a kid."
"Who's a kid?" he demanded.
"You're right. My baby's a man now." She put her arm around him and drew him back down onto the rug with her. She pulled her blouse up and shoved her tit in his face. He began to suck greedily.
Mary moaned with pleasure. "Thank God you're not too much of a man to still be my baby," she cooed. Her cunt gushed moisture in response to her son's loving mouth on her maternal breast.
Chapter Eight
Mary had gone beyond the point of letting conscience interfere with her pleasure. The first fruit of her son's sexuality had been so sweet, she found herself yielding to temptation again and again. She and Robbie often stole moments together to explore further the developing flower of their passion. At times, they even risked discovery. But luck was with them. Their secret remained safe.
Though she was immersed in her affair with her fifteen-year-old son, Mary had lost none of her passion and affection for her husband. Their sex life too flourished, even though she noticed a slight tinge of jealousy in his voice when Robbie asked her how she was getting along with his dad.
"Now, Robbie, you know how it is between Dad and me. You've always known it. Our relationship really would be wrong if it got in the way of that." "I know, Mom. You're right." Despite herself, she felt a blush in her cheeks at the thought that her son was possessive enough to be jealous of his own father. Like any woman, Mary relished the thought of being first in the affections of two strong, desirable lovers. She felt like a girl again, a girl who has just discovered all the thrills of lovemaking. She was insatiable, with her husband and with her son.
If she had been forced to choose between them, she would have had difficulty. She loved her husband, but, oh, her kid! Mary was letting herself be greedy. She had discovered she could have both. She wanted to continue to have both, just as long as she possibly could. There was little logic left in her passion.
Mary was smug in the assurance that her husband did not suspect a thing, and she was right. It did not even occur to her to wonder about the other member of her family-her fourteen-year-old daughter. She thought of Darlene as a creature still sweet and pure. It did not enter her head that such a child might be worried about something like the sex life of her elders. Her obsession with her sort had blinded her to the fact that her daughter too was growing up.
Darlene had always looked up to her big brother. She had hung around him and his friends when they were young, like all little sisters. Only Robbie had not been like most big brothers. Instead of telling her to "get lost," he had been kind to her. He had included her in his activities any time she wanted to be included.
His consideration made him his sister's idol. Not one of the other boys she knew was as nice, or as handsome, or as understanding as her brother. She kept hoping to come across one who would be. She knew girls should not like their brothers best, but as she got older, the crush got stronger. Her brother became her ideal of what made a guy foxy-looking. She tried to include Robbie in her social life, but he was often reluctant. It made her unhappy to see him slipping away from her. But, being Darlene, she never let on to anyone that she was unhappy.
The girl had noticed that recently her brother was spending more and more time at home, helping out their mother. She grew jealous of the attention he gave their mother that she could not get for herself. Darlene had always known that her mother liked her brother best. It hurt to see the bond between them grow while the attachment bewteen her and her brother seemed to get weaker.
On a morning when Robbie pleaaed a sore throat and Mother told him to stay home, Darlene brooded all the way to school about the special attention her brother always got. It seemed to Darlene that, whenever she had a sore throat, her mother told her to go to school and see how she felt by the end of the day. It was true that the sore throat usually went away, but still it did not seem at all fair that Robbie should get a day off from school to make his sort throat go away.
She was less than a block from the schoolyard when Darlene made the first rebellious decision of her life. She was not going to be second-best any more, She was going to go back home and tell her mother she had a sore throat too. Her mother could not dare make her go back to school. That would be blatant favoritism. Her mother was more subtle than that.
Darlene took her time walking home. She was a little nervous about the reception she would get. Part of her suspected that she was acting like a baby. She should be above this kind of play for attention. Yet the girl realized she was not above it. She was doing it. She wanted to do it. This was the only way she could think of to let both her brother and her mother know she wanted to be special too.
"I'm just too cheerful all the time," she grumbled as she entered the driveway. "Nobody takes me seriously 'cause they think I'm the only one around who doesn't get upset about things. Maybe I should start being moody, like Robbie."
She was pondering the wisdom of that idea when she entered the kitchen. Her heart beat fast as she prepared to meet her mother. She tiptoed toward the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes and ears absorbed the incredible scene taking place on the couch.
"Oh God, yes, Robbie darling! Like that! Oh yes. . . lick my clit, Robbie!"
For a minute Darlene was afraid she had just gone crazy. There was her mother, sitting on the couch naked, holding her pussy-lips apart while her son, Darlene's brother, licked her cunt! It was crazy, totally crazy! Yet her senses told her it was true. Her mother's moans struck her eardrums like the bugles of war. Despite herself, Darlene felt her young cunt throbbing with excitement. Yet her dominant sensation was rage, but an impotent rage!
All this time, she had been trying to suppress her baser instincts, to keep herself from longing for the kind of attention from her bropther that she knew would be incest.
Her mother obviously had had no such scruples. Her mother was committing her own brand of incest with the boy. She was doing it shamelessly, with her blonde head thrown back as she hurled encouragement at the equally blonde head lodged between her thighs! Her mother was getting her brother to eat her pussy!
Some cure for a sore throat! Darlene thought angrily.
Disturbed as she was by the depravity of what was going on, the girl could not force herself to leave the doorway, to abandon her mother and brother to their wanton behavior. She could not help being fascinated by the way her brother stuck out his tongue and twirled it around her mother's clitoris. Her mother's groans told her it felt good. The throbbing in her own aroused cunt made her long for the same kind of forbidden treatment from her handsome brother.
Darlene had been so shocked by the scene that greeted her in the family living room that it took time for her eyes to work down to the details of what she was seeing. She realized she had been purposefully avoiding looking at her brother's cock. He was naked too. His cock stood out stiff and swollen from his loins. He was excited by his lewd eating of his mother's wet pussy!
Darlene had never before seen a cock with a hard-on. She had looked at women's magazines with pictures of naked men, but none of those men ever had erections. She had not realized a cock could get as big as Robbie's cock was how. Though at first she had been shy of looking at it, she was now fascinated by the swaying hardness.
She knew that this stiff cock was designed to go up in a pussy, but she could not imagine taking anything so huge into her virginal cunt. Yet in her confused, aroused state, she felt her pussy pulse with longing. She realized she would like to try to fit her brother's cock into her cunt. She would like to feel him doing to her what he was doing to their mother. Her loins jerked spasmodically as she imagined her brother's tongue sweeping over her aroused clitoris. She tried to imagine her excitement at the height of his tonguing, at the moment when he would shove his big cock up inside her cunt.
The thought frightened her, but that did not stop her from thinking about it!
Anger was replaced by curiosity as the girl studied the voluptous scene in the living room like an obscene biology lesson. She forgot to feel resentful against her mother when she realized how beautiful the older woman looked, her head tossed back in ecstasy, her faced wreathed in an otherworldly smile. Mother had always just been Mother, the woman who made the beds, cooked the meals, did all the other things that made home comfortable. It was a shock to the girl to see her mother as an individual, a woman of needs and wants, a mewling, wanton woman with enough erotic energy to dare to take her son as a lover!
The thought occurred to the girl that maybe this was not the first time such a thing had happened between her mother and brother. And maybe her father had kept her brother home from school on purpose so they could while away the day in self-indulgent raptures. Darlene wondered what Daddy would think if he knew. She loved her father, but she didn't really understand him. She thought she knew enough, though, to predict that he would not be pleased.
Daddy doted on Mommy and he would probably not want to share her sexual talents with a precocious son!
The more the full impact of the forbidden situation in the next room hit home, the more excited the girl got. It was shocking, what was happening between Robbie and Mom, but it was thrilling too, Robbie's cock was so long and hard. It moved hypnotically as his head bobbed between her mother's thighs. The girl found it difficult to divide her attention between his swaying cock, his hardworking head, and the erotic look on her mother's face. Each scene of action held its own excitement. Each told a part of the story of the illicit passion between mother and son.
She watched her brother raise his head for a moment from Mother's cunt. When he spoke, his voice barely sounded like that of the brother she knew and loved. It sounded thick, distorted, urgent with lust. "Oh, Mom. . . it turns me on, doing this to you! I love eating your pussy!"
The older woman-sighed wantonly and drew the boy's head back to her cunt. "Oh, darling. . . you're doing such a good job, too! You're beautiful, Robbie! You make my pussy feel so fine!"
Again, the boy devoted himself to his slavish task. His whole body moved with the rhythm of his efforts. His cock bounced between his legs. As Darlene watched it, she imagined it to have a life ail its own, a lusty hungry-tool that sought out pleasure, and plundedred unsuspecting pussies with hard-filling ecstasy. The more she thought about taking a cock into her cunt, the less fear she felt, and the more excitement. She realized she wanted to be a part of pleasure like that which her mother and brother were sharing. She had known for a long time that she did not want to be a virgin anymore. Now she had a goal for the termination of her state of innocence.
She wanted her ibrother to do it for her. She wanted Robbie to break her hymen with his big, hard cock.
Her new resolve made moist juices flow from Darlene's pussy. Yet the idea quickly took back seat to the orgasms develping in the living room.
Her mother was in a state of mounting desperation. Her face was contorted with fierce longing as she held onto her son's face. "Oh, Robbie. . . do it for me, darling! Do it like that! Uh yeah, . . yeah Robbie. . . oh God-d-d, I'm-m-m cummm-ing-g-g!"
Darlene marveled at the way her brother managed to keep his face glued to Mother's cunt through all the writhing and grinding of her climax. But when Mom collapsed back against the couch, panting in the aftermath of ecstasy, Robbie's face was still where it had been at the start. His head was moving only intermittently now. Darlene made the connection between the odd bob of his head and Mother's groans. He was still tonguing her, but only enough to intensify the joy she was already experiencing.
Darlene was still a captive audienced, crouched outside the living room doorway. She looked anxiously to his loins to be sure Robbie's cock was still hard and ready. She was looking forward to watching him screw Mother. She wanted to watch another woman take his big cock. She needed the reassurance that it could be done. If her'mother could take all that massive cock, then she could too.
"Robbie darling. . . would you get me a glass of water? I'm awful thirsty."
That was Darlene's cue to run for the hills. She was in the kitchen, and did not want to be discovered spying on her relatives' perversion. She needed to think about it, to think about how she could make her own depraved longings come true.
She was disappointed that she was going to miss the rest of the action, but it was a more cheerful Darlene who headed back to school than the one who had left home that morning. She was no longer distressed that her brother was paying more attention to her mother than he was to her. She knew now just how intense the relationship between her mother and her brother was. But that very relationship was going to be the key to Darlene's own sexual future.
The cheerful brunette was not above using a little blackmail to get what she wanted from the person she adored most in the whole world: her handsome, sexy big brother!
Chapter Nine
Once determined to carry out her obscene plan, Dariene wasted no time in putting it into action.
The very night of the same day she had watched her brother eat her mother's pussy, she waited until after midnight, until she was sure her parents would be asleep. She was not sure how she would carry out her seduction as she padded down the hall to her brother's room, she knew only that she would do it. She had never been so inspired with purpose. All day, lewd memories of her mother and brother's passion had haunted her. All day, she had had a wet pussy.
The idea of doing something about her hungry frustration made the juices flow more generously than ever from her cunt. The idea of feeling her brother's hard cock in her pussy made her hand tremble as she reached for the doorknob and let herself into his room.
She could hear Robbie's soft, regular breathing. She hesitated for a moment inside the door. Somehow, she had imagined that her brother would still be awake, that he would somehow have sensed the specialness of the night. She would have told him what she wanted, and what she had seen. Then she would have melted into his arms.
The fact that the boy was asleep left everything up to Dariene. She tiptoed warily to her brother's bed and sat on the edge. She reached for his shoulder, and when she got no response, she let her hand sneak down underneath the covers.
He was naked! His flesh felt smooth and warm as her hand slid slowly, timidly, down, down. Automatically, she was searching for that thing she had seen that afternoon. She was still under the spell of his hard cock. She wanted to feel it for herself, though she realized it would not be hard now, not when he was asleep.
She was wrong about that. A quick, sharp gasp escaped her lips as she encountered the stiff, rubbery shaft of her brother's cock. Afraid as she was, she still felt she had to clasp it. Her hand closed around its resilient girth. Her pussy throbbed in response to the lusty instrument in her hand.
It occurred to the girl that the boy must be having a sexy dream. Why else would his cock be hard now, when he was conscious of nothing around him? It excited her to know what a sexual creature her brother was. Even when he was asleep, he was preoccupied with the hungers of his cock!
Robbie squirmed restlessly and murmured "Mama," but did not awaken. Though his activity startled Darlene, still she did not let go of his turgid cock. She had no intention of letting go of it until she had gotten from it what she wanted.
She was wearing only a filmy, short nightie, and Darlene was starting to get cold. She slipped quietly into the bed next to her brother, her hand still around his cock. It surprised her when he turned to faced her and put his arm around her. She thought he must surely be awake at last, but his breathing remained undisturbed.
Gingerly, she squirmed her pussy-mound closer to the hard tip of her brother's cock. She pulled up her nightie far enough to let flesh graze flesh. His cock-tip slid over the aroused nubbin of her clitoris.
"Oooohhh. . . " she moaned. Already the girl was getting the sense of what grown-up passion would be like. Just feeling his cock pressing against her cunt felt so good! How much better it would feel to have it thrusting up inside her pussy!
Holding hard onto his big cock, she nudged her clitoris again and again against his cock. Darlene had brought pleasure many times to her clitoris with her fingertips, but it had never felt so good as it did now. There was something special about the pressure of her brother's cock-head!
She was so engrossed in her exciting experimentation that she did not even notice when her brother opened his eyes. It frightened her when she finally realized he was staring at her in the dim light. Fear quickly faded into the mounting tide of passion teasing at her young belly.
"Robbie. . . I'm glad you're awake. . . " "What the hell are you doing here, Darlene? I thought you were. . . "He caught himself just in time. "Are you nuts? Uh . . . holy cripes, what are you doing?"
The soft, yielding flesh of her pussy nudging his cock-head was rapidly waking Robbie up. He had no idea why this was happening, but he did know it felt awfully good! He told himself he had better think fast before his sister led him into a situation that could get them both into a lot of trouble. "Hey, sis. . .let up. . . "
Despite his resolve, he made no attempt to loosen her grip on his cock, or to pull back from her hard-swollen clitoris. The boy was intrigued by the totally unexpected presence of his sister in his bed. He had been thoroughly involved with his affair with his mother. She had been the center of his world the past couple weeks. It had never occurred to him that his sister might have the hots for him too! Robbie was a confused young man, but he realized he was also a lucky one!
"Ooohhh, Robbie. . . don't tell me to stop. . . it feels so good. . . I want you to do it to me, Robbie. . . I don't want to be a virgin anymore!"
"Uh. . . uh man. . . are you nuts, Darlene? I'm your brother!" Talk seemed silly to the boy compared to the urgent call in his loins, but he thought he ought to at least try to talk some sense into his wanton sister. He had never realized Darlene could be this way! They had always been a lot closer than most other brothers and sisters they knew, but he had never thought it would lead to this.
Her hand was sliding boldly up and down his cock now, while she continued to nudge her pussy against his cock-tip. Robbie was beginning to understand that his fate was sealed.
"Please, Robbie. . . let's not talk about it. . . I just want to do it!"
He had tried, but her lewd determination finally got the better of her excited brother. Robbie got up on his knees and maneuvered her into the center of his bed. Straddling her opened thighs, he led his cock-tip back to the moist, spongy slit of her pussy. The girl was still a virgin. The going might be rougher this time than it was with his mother. But the thought of being the first cock to slip up into his beautiful sister's pussy made him tremble with forbidden lust.
In the dim light, he could see her pretty face turned up toward him. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Her whole body was tense with expectancy. Her moment of truth had come, just the way his own had with his mother a few weeks before. He realized it was a very special time for his sister. He wanted to make it extra-good for her. The boy was determined to concentrate all the erotic knowledge he had learned from his mother's training into the deflowering of his eager young sister.
He poised his cock-tip against her cunt-hole and shoved forward. He could not move. He shoved again. He made some headway that time, but not without tearing through some flesh that refused to yield
"Ooohhh nooo, . . oh no Robbie. . . it hurts!" She was trying to keep her voice down, but the distorted expression on her face told Robbie how much she was suffering. He longed to make it better for her. The only thing he could think of was to keep shoving his cock forward. Her pussy felt so tight around his cock that he felt dizzy with excitement. He had to have more, he needed it. Surely, once his cock was in all the way, it would start to feel good for her!
"Hold on, sis! Sshh. . . don't worry] It's going to feel good soon! Honest!"
Much as he wanted his sister to feel good, the consideration uppermost in his mind was his own pleasure. Her snug-clinging cunt beckoned him forward like the alluring song of the Siren on the rocks!
The girl was tense and desperate. She realized she had been right all along: His cock was far too big for her tight pussy. He was hurting her! She wanted him to stop! Yet no mater how much she pleaded, he just kept shoving his cock up into her pussy, telling her it was going to feel good.
Darlene could not believe her brother could be so cruel. It was not like Robbie. He had never consciously done anything to hurt her. Now he was inflicting on her the worst pain she had ever experienced in her whole life. "Ooooooohhhhhh . . . nooooooooo . . . stop Robbie. . . please stop. . . "
The boy grunted with pleasure as he finally sank his cock all the way to the base, in his sister's cunt He took a deep breath to brace himself for the next onslaught of pleasure. Then he started to pull out of her. He felt her relax under him. Clearly, she was expecting him to pull out all of the way, but he had no such intention. When only less than an inch of him was left inside her pussy, he pushed his cock back inside, not too hard though, as gently as he could, considering the urgent pressure of his own building passion.
"Oh God, Darlene ... it feels good ... It feels so good!" He bent forward and kissed her face while he worked his cock methodically in and out of her cunt.
Though he hated to see tears flowing down her cheeks, Robbie accepted that that was the way it had to be with virgins. He believed firmly that she would soon start to feel pleasure. He needed to believe that, to justify the ruthless way he continued to thrust his cock up inside her convulsing cunt.
Darlene was not crying any more. She just whimpered softly, feeling more hurt and abused than she ever had in her life. Her pussy did not seem to hurt so much anymore. What did hurt was the thought that her brother had pushed on when she asked him to stop, that her beloved Robbie had been heedless of her welfare, that he had had only his own pleasure in mind when it came down to the wire. She thought she could never feel good about
Robbie again. She would certainly never want to make love to him again.
She just could not understand why Robbie kept kissing her face. Didn't he understand what he had done to her? How he had hurt her! The more she thought about those kisses, the more confused she became. She realized they were doing something to her, something she did not really want to happen now. They were making her feel good!
They were sending thrilling little jolts of excitement up and down her spine. They were making her think about the hard cock working in and out of her pussy, without hurt, without pain, without confusion. From deep inside of the girl came a signal that everything was all right now that she could relax and let the pleasure happen.
It was just as Robbie had said! Hurt had given way to pleasure, sultry, sizzling pleasure that became more intense by the moment.
It had all been a bad attack of paranoia. Her brother had not been trying to do anything bad to her. He had been doing just what he said, taking her quickly through the necessary pain so they could both go on to the ecstasy beyond.
"Uh jeez. . . uh Darlene. . . you feel so good inside. . . you're beautiful, sisS Yi-i-i!"
Now his cries of passion made new tingling darts skitter through her passion-wracked body. She began to jerk her hips upward to meet his rutting thrusts. It gave her a wanton sense of liberation to be able to go after her pleasure. The more wildly she shimmied her cunt upward, the more intense were the sensations in her hot, dilating pussy!
For an instant, an image of her mother, sitting on the couch and squirming under the pleasure of her son's tongue, flashed through Darlene's mind. She understood now, better than she had that afternoon, what it was that drove her mother to such unbridled abandon. She was beginning to understand a great deal about what it meant to be a woman.
It meant excitement, passion, lust that bordered on insanity, yet brought only its intriguing fantasy and not its pain.
Darlene felt as if she were going right out of her mind. She felt as if she wanted the hard cock in her cunt to keep on screwing her forever. Life had never seemed so perfect to the girl as it did at that moment. She had never felt so close to the realization of her existence.
"Oooohhh. . . Robbie-e-e, . . screw mee! Screw my pussy!" She said those things because she thought they were what a woman would say. The sound of the lewd encouragements bursting from her lips made her belly quake. She experimented with trying to squeeze her pussy more tightly around her brother's cock. She was rewarded by his low grunts of agonized joy.
The boy's pleasure was now complete. He was no longer taking his thrills at the expense of his sister's well-being. She had let him know how she felt about his screwing in the most uncertain terms, by begging for more of it. Her cries still rang in his ears as he struggled to strengthen the pace of his rutting attack. He could feel the pressure in his balls building. The sheer forbidden excitement of what was happening was taking its toll. The boy had awakened from a deep sleep into another illicit-fantasy-reality. He was reveling in the lurid victory of taking his sister's virginity, of teaching her to relish the joys of lovemaking!
He had not had time to consider why such things should happen to him. . . why he should have ended up becoming lover to both his mother AND his sister. He only accepted the bountiful pleasures of the two hot pussies in his life. For a moment, he wondered if his mother would be angry or jealous if she knew he was screwing his sister, but he reminded himself that Mother had Dad. It was with a certain smugness that he told himself that now, he had someone else too, someone to keep him warm at night in his lonely bed.
Of course, he and Darlene would have to be careful, even more careful than he was with his mother. They must not let temptation take them beyond the limits of wisdom. Robbie had two good things going for him now. He was determined to hang onto both of them.
Though his lusty cock felt equal to the responsibility of two hungry pussies, still, this time around, the boy's cock was working itself up to the point of explosion with this virginal cunt. The way the girl was shoving her pussy up onto his cock was trying the boy's self-control to the limits. Darlene seemed to have lost all of her control. She was moaning and writhing like a possessed creature. Robbie muffled her cries with his shoulder. His folks bedroom was at the other end of the corridor, but he did not want to take any chances.
Even with his breath coming in gasps, and his brain reeling, the boy tried to be careful.
The girl was not sure where she was going. She knew only that she was no longer on top of her body's reactions. They were taking her someplace where she had never been. She was in new territory, far more compelling than the places she had gone at the encouragement of her meddling fingers. She felt wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
When the explosion hit her, she hardly knew what happened. "Uuuuuhhh, . . Robbie-e-e. . . I guess I'm cummm-ing-g-g!"
The uncertainty of the "guess" was belied by the desperation of her cry. She was coming ail right, fiercely! Her cunt-muscles were gripping her brother's cock like a vise.
Her fluttering cunt tugged Robbie right over the edge into his own climax. "YYi-i-i! Oh Sis, I'm doing it too!"
He felt the hot juices gushing into his sister's cunt. When he had spent all the cum he had to offer, he gave one last shudder of satisfaction and collapsed heavily onto her heaving breasts.
It took awhile before her brother and sister recovered well enough to talk about what had happened. Robbie was astounded to learn that Darlene had watched him eat his mother's pussy that afternoon.
"And you weren't pissed off?"
"At first. But then it just turned me on. It let me know what I.wanted for myself. And watching Mom do it with you told me it was all right if I did it."
"You know, Darlene. . . I never would have known you had it in you."
She grinned. "Nobody knows what I have in me. I'm such a good little girl, nobody expects anything from me, except that I go on being good little girl."
She rubbed her bare cunt against her brother's thigh. Her initiation into lovemaking had given the girl her first inkling of what she could get if she really tried. She had been tense when she had climbed into the bed with her brother. Now she was relaxed. It felt good to be sexy, to experiment with the responses of her own body, and of her brother's.
She noticed that Robbie's cock was getting hard again, just from feeling her rubbing herself against him. She reached for his fleshy cock and squeezed it. "I thought I just took care of that," she murmured.
Robbie was astonished and delighted at how quickly his sister was learning her role as lover. "That's the nice thing about cocks. A girl can just keep taking care of it, and it'll just keep on getting hard. You're getting pretty pushy, aren't you, for a girl who's just learning the ropes?"
He was teasing her. He reached under her nightie and squeezed her nipples. It made his cock throb to feel them growing long and hard under his touch They reminded him of their mother's tits.
"It shouldn't surprise you that I'm a horny young thing. After all, it runs in the family, doesn't it?" she teased.
At her coaxing, Robbie went on to give his sister her first lesson in sucking cock.
Chapter Ten
Hank left home even earlier than usual one morning, telling his wife that he had an appointment with a big buyer in a distant town. He told Mary not to expect him home much before midnight. He would hit some of his other distant customers on the way home.
As things turned out, Hank's appointment resulted in the biggest sales he had ever made in one day in his nearly fifteen years as a salesman. He decided to forget about making any other stops that day. He wanted to celebrate. He would drive right back home and take his wife out to a leisurely lunch, with lots of wine. Then he would seduce her.
On second thought, he decided he might seduce her before lunch, and then after lunch, too. Hank was in a good mood. He could be pretty sure of getting the Salesman Of The Month award, and that meant a good, hefty bonus on top of his commission.
He would have assumed Mary was not home when he found no sign of her downstairs. But the back door had been unlocked, and it was not like Mary to be careless about locking doors. He began to worry that something foul was afoot. There had been a couple of break-ins in the neighborhood recently. He crept up the stairs, his heart pounding. He heard the sound of voices as soon as he reached the top of the stairs, but they were not the kinds of sounds that he was looking for.
Hank grew more anxious than ever, but he was no longer worried about burglars. He had no doubt that he could hear his wife moaning in passion. He began to fear she had a lover in there with her. The thought made him sick at heart. His wife was the most important person in the world to Hank. He could not bear the idea of losing her to another man.
He saw that the bedroom door was open. His wife was being careless. She was not expecting company. He crouched outside the door and took a deep breath, then looked inside.
What he saw was the worst thing Hank could have imagined. It was far worse than anything the salesman could have dreamed up. It would never have occurred to him in a thousand years that he would one day come home and discover his wife being soundly screwed . . . by the hard cock of their son!
The big man began to shake . . . with anger, with shock, with confusion. He could not understand how it could be happening. It was not as if his wife was neglected by her husband! Their sex life had been better lately than it had been in years.
With a sickening thud of recognition, Hank thought he understood why. Mary had been having an affair with her son. The new stimulus had turned her on. It had made her an inventive, tireless lover. Though in the past she had demanded more of him than he could dish out, lately she had come up with so many little tricks and teases that he had gotten it up every time she wanted him to, and a few times more!
Hank had thought it was all because of him that Mary had ben so happy, so satisfied recently. She had not complained about being cooped up in the house all day for more than a month. The man ven] tured a guess that that might have been right about when the shenanigans with her son started up.
There was no doubt in the big man's mind that the affair had been going on for a while. Robbie was kneeling up behind his mother, shoving his cock into her cunt in long, hard and even strokes. The boy obviously knew what he was doing. His wife was obviously accepting his lovemaking with wanton abandon. It was what she expected from her handsome boy. They had done this many times before, Hank was sure of it.
Though Hank conveyed a tough and confident image to the world, deep down he had some nagging self-doubts. He had always been aware of how much he needed Mary. That was why he had never done anything-to jeopardize their relationship. He did not want to give her a reason to ditch him.
It had never occurred to him that she might give him a reason to ditch her. She had been so young when he first met her. Though he saw her wanton voluptuousness at night in their bed, he basically still thought of her as that innocent girl. He had never dreamed she would ever betray him with a lover, certainly not with their own fifteen-year-old son!
The realization that his wife was a pervert stunned Hank. He watched her shoving her shapely, white ass-cheeks back at her son's cock, and he realized that, despite the depravity of what she was doing, he still wanted her. He wanted her to remain his wife.
Yet his self-respect demanded that he do something to get even, to let himself know that he was as much of a man as she was a woman. He could not take this lying down!
Yet he did not want to confront her with her behavior either. He was afraid that confrontation might result in quarrels, things better left unsaid, the end of their marriage. He realized his way of handling it would be to keep his mouth shut about what he knew, and to do something himself that would erase the sense of injustice he felt while watching his wife doing something he had never dared to do.
While he watched the naked lovers writhing together, while he heard their moans of ecstasy, Hank tried to fathom the fact that his wife's illicit lover was their own son. It was a hard pill to swallow. It was difficult for the man to see his baseball-hero boy in this hard-screwing man. He tried to determine if he felt anger against his son, but he found only astonishment, not anger.
What was happening, Hank saw, was a reckoning between husband and wife. He knew his son too well, he thought, to think he could have provoked the situation. Mary must have seduced him. After all, he was practically a child ... except no child wielded a hard cock the way Robbie was doing!
The way Hank saw it, the score stood Mary: one; Hank: nothing. His methodical mind decided he could accept the slight, once he evened up the score. He would have to figure out some way to keep Mary out of the boy's pants too. This had gone far enough!
Hank had worked it all out, in his dispassionate way. There was no real reason for him to remain standing outside the bedroom door, watching his son's buttocks flex, and his wife's tits sway beneath her as she squrimed. Yet he stayed where he was, transfixed by the aura of animal passion that oozed from the room.
He had never had a chance to watch his wife from a detached position. He realized that she was an incredibly desirable woman. Though he had always enjoyed making love to her, he saw now that he had not totally appreciated the way she immersed herself, body and soul, in her iovemaking. She was chanting crazy, incoherent sounds as she thrust her cunt at her son's cock. Her face beamed. There was no doubt that she was completely impaled on the end of her son's cock. She looked like a woman fulfilled, a woman who experiences her place in destiny when she feels a hard cock pum-meling her cunt!
"Oooohhh darling-g-g . . . screw meeee! It feels so good, Robbie-e-e!" She made an extra effort to maneuver her ass in swiveling, alluring circles. The boy's hands clutched her ass as he tried to keep his cock on a true course into her pussy. She was making extra work for him, but the effort was well rewarded by the clinging heat of her welcoming cunt.
"Oh yeah, Mom! I love the way you move! Gripes, it turns me on! I just want to keep on screwing you and screwing you!"
Hank realized he had not been much older than his son when he first screwed Mary. He had been overwhelmed by her beauty and responsiveness, an impression that had always stayed with him. Yet he had always kept his defenses up with her, on some level. He had never wanted her to know quite how much he valued her, how much he needed her. He thought that somehow her knowing might weaken his position as her husband. Hank took his role as husband seriously.
Watching the frantic coupling between mother and son made the big man think that, maybe, somehow he had missed something. If he had been more honest with his wife . . . if he had let her see more of his vulnerable side, then maybe she would not have been driven to explore the naive appeal of her own son.
Maybe ... but then it might have been nothing more than hunger for another hard cock that had driven Mary into her son's arms. It astonished the man that despite the hard loving he and his wife had shared that morning and the night before, she still had so much energy left to invest in the youthful cock soaring up into her cunt.
To his surprise, Hank realized that he too had some energy left. His cock was hard, throbbing inside his pants. At first , he felt ashamed that such a lurid sight should inspire him to lechery. But he told himself that he refused to be guilty. He was going to try to cast off some of the self-control that had kept him from being totally himself with his wife. A new start was turning on with her raging incest.
And if his wife could screw their son, then he could get a hard cock watching her! It seemed the least he could do!
Right before his wide-eyed gaze, his wife and son began to writhe more feverishly against one another. Hank sensed that both of them were getting close to climax. The thought turned him on. The big man was beginning to realize that there were things about his own sensuality that he did not really know about. Unconsciously, by her depravity, his wife was waking him up to his own dark, libidinous depths. She was reminding him that there were raunchy secret places at the outer reaches of sexuality, limited only by the courage of imagination.
The longer he watched his son's stiff cock impaling his wife's pussy, the more excited Hank got. As he became immersed in the sexuality of the incestuous duo, his usual clear-headed rationality deserted him. He was struck by the taunting fantasy of what was going on in his bedroom. His own pretty, devoted wife turned into a depraved, wanton woman. She was churning her ass like a mad-woman, forcing her son to give her every ounce of energy he had. She was crooning, sighing and wailing in reply to the solid strokes of his tumescent cock. She was literally wrenching her orgasm from his hard-working cock!
Hank forgot to be angry or hurt or confused. He was anxious to see what happened next. He wanted to watch his wife cum. Through his mind flashed the lurid thought that perhaps he should seduce his pretty daughter and make the family depravity complete. At once, he was ashamed of himself for his lechery. Darlene was only fourteen years old, still an innocent! How could he think of imposing on her, something that might affect the whole course of her future sex life!
Darlene fled from his thoughts as his wife's ass started to slam back onto her son's cock insistent, jerky motions. Hank knew what it meant. He felt his cock throb eagerly. His wife was going to cum! "Oooooohhh . . . Robbie-e-e . . . I'm cummmmmm-ing-g-g!''
It seemed that his mother's surrender had been all the boy was waiting for. Even before she had quite squirming out her release, the boy announced his own crisis: "Yi . . . I'm going to do it, Mom! Yeah ... I'm cumming!"
Hank watched the sultry grin on his wife's face, and the sated smile on the face of his son. There was no doubt in his mind that their abandoned lovemaking had given them both what they were after. Hank felt a pang of jealousy, then remembered that he had already made plans for evening the score.
The only question was: What could he do that would give him enough prurient satisfaction, that he need no longer feel resentful of what his wife had done? He left the house, questioning.
Hank had been a faithful husband for so long that it was hard for him to think about being anything else. The thought that he now had justification for his lurid thoughts gave him a curious satisfaction. He was still mulling over various schemes when he arrived at the local drugstore. He gave his wife a call to let her know he was coming home to'celebrate a great day's sales. He made no mention of what he had seen, though the thought of it was with him every moment.
When he arrived home, he made passionate love to his waiting wife, the thought still deeply imbedded in his mind.
Chapter Eleven
Darlene's life had not been the same since the night she had crept into her brother's bed, and coaxed him into making love to her. She and Robbie had made love every chance they got since then, and the girl even managed to spy on him screwing their mother a couple of times. She grew preoccupied with sex. Discovering her own potential made her look differently at the world, particularly at the people in it.
She examined everyone she came across, wondering what they would be like as a lover, wondering what it would be like to seduce them. She entertained many fantasies alone in her bed at night.
Most of them were about her father. It was her handsome father who remained the most attractive unknown quantity in her life.
Perhaps because her first experience of sex was watching her mother make love to her brother, the girl was fascinated by the idea of being lover to those closest to her. Her brother had been the first object of her desire. Of all of her family, he was the one who had always been closest to her, the one she logically turned to for help and advice.
She would have liked to turn more to her father, but she could never be sure when her presence was welcome, and when he was just tolerating her. He was a reserved man, her father, which was all the more reason why the aroused girl wanted to know more about him. The element of mystery turned her on.
It seemed such a daring scheme, the thought of seducing her father the way she had seduced her unsuspecting brother. The more she thought about it, the more she knew she wanted.to do it. With Robbie and her mother still hotly involved with one another, the girl longed to forge out on her own. To break new territory in the domain of family love became her hottest new desire. Her opportunity came the night her mother went to a pre-wedding tea with a girlfriend, and her brother was away at a baseball game. Her dad and she were left alone to have dinner together. Her mother gave Darlene instructions on what was available in the kitchen, but Darlene had her own idea. She wanted to make something special for her dad-, his favorite. That, she decided, should get his, attention. Once she had that, she figured she would come up with some plan to go on from there.
While her father sat in the living room reading business magazines, Darlene worked in the kitchen. Though her mother had never made her work much around the house, Darlene had always liked cooking. She had watched her mother cook many times. Eventually, her mother had let her try her hand. She had made beef stroganoff before, and she was determined this time to prepare the very best her dad had ever eaten.
Her father smiled non-committally at her as he sat down at the dining room table. Darlene proudly raised the cover on the serving dish. "Voila, Papa! Your favorite!"
Hank was not always sensitive to the emotions of others, but he was touched by the ovious effort his daughter had made to please him. "Why, Darlene! That looks fantastic! I didn't know you were such a good cook!"
"I made it all from scratch, just the way Mom does, with a few extras out of her gourmet cookbook."
The big man was not used to expressing emotion, so he did the next best thing; He made a gesture to show his daughter what he thought of her. [!I think this calls for a special bottle of wine!"
He brought back from the cellar a bottle he had been saving for more than a year. He could see the girl's eyes sparkling. She was excited. He realized he was too. He was enjoying meeting his pretty daughter on a one-to-one basis. For the first time, he was seeing Darlene as the outstanding woman she would soon become, was, in fact, already becoming. Her body already was lush and firm, the way her mother's had been at that age.
"Do I get some wine too, Dad?"
"After all the work you did, how could I tell you no?" He poured the richly colored burgundy into goblets.
The girl reached for hers and sipped it experimentally.
"You may not like it at first. I think wine is an acquired taste," he said.
She was not crazy about it, but was so pleased that her dad had done such a thing for her that she made herself love it. "It's very good, Dad. Excellent wine."
He watched his little girl trying to be an adult as she raised her glass to toast him. He realized she was not doing a half-bad job of it. She looked beautiful in the light of the overhead candelabra. She had put on a lacy white blouse that buttoned up to her neck, but still highlighted the glory of her firm, young bosom. After a couple of mouthfuls of wine, her eyes were shining, but he realized part of that was just the excitement of the moment. He felt it too.
From out of the blue, Hank was struck by a memory of what he had thought the night he watched Mary being screwed by their son. He recalled a fleeting moment when he had recklessly contemplated seducing his daughter. Still, he rebelled against the thought, but it seemed by no means as preposterous now as it had then.
He could see, by the look in her eyes, that Darlene had seen more than he might have imagined. He wondered suddenly if his little girl was even a virgin still. She was certainly every inch a desirable woman. It was not strange at all that a man should think of seducing her.
He had to remind himself sternly that she was his own daughter. Just because Mary had stooped to such depravity did not give him license to do the same. He still had done nothing about evening the score with Mary, or about putting an end to her affair with their boy.
Hank was not a man who did things suddenly.
Every time, lately, when he realized a woman was coming on to him, he thought about letting her have her way. The prospect, though, of having an affair, appealed to him far less than he had anticipated. He realized he was a family man at heart.
He would just have to wait a little longer for the right affair to come along.
In the meantime, life at home was going along just fine, despite his knowledge of the lewd undercurrent between mother and son. He thought of it every time he screwed his wife. He had been screwing her a lot, and doing it ruthlessly. The man had been in an almost constant state of excitement since his discovery. He did not entirely understand it, but he let himself enjoy its fruits. Everything would work itself out in due course.
Darlene was not as content as her father to let things work themselves out. She already knew what she wanted to happen between her and her father. Her mind worked frantically, thinking up ways to push her scheme along. The wine was helping. Her dad was getting a relaxed glow. So was she, though he had allowed her only one glassful. It was enough for a girl who had never had alcohol before.
When dinner was over, she went to her dad's seat to clear his dishes away. On purpose, she spilled the dregs of wine into his lap. She rushed to the kitchen for a cloth, and though her father told her it did not matter, that they were old pants, she insisted on thoroughly cleaning the stained spot in the crotch of his trousers.
She had scarcely dared hope for the results she was getting. Her father's cock was growing in his pants! It was straining against the confinement of the material.
Darlene's eyes grew wide. It looked so big, even bigger than her brother's cock!
Once that would have frightened the girl. Now it made her greedy.
Hank noticed, from the look in his daughter's eyes, that she was very much aware of what was happening to his cock. In his slightly foggy state, he even found himself thinking that she had somehow provoked it. Her hands scrubbing the stain in his pants had felt not the least shy. They had rubbed in all the right places to give him an aching hard-on. His problem now was figuring out what to do with it.
The bold girl took the initiative right away from her confused father. She fell to her knees next to his chair and quickly unzipped his fly. Before he even had a chance to cry out, she had his pulsing cock in her hand. She stared at it awestruck. She had been right! It was bigger than Robbie's, longer and thicker! '' Ooohh!" she sighed.
Things were moving too disturbingly quick for Hank's methodical mind. Through the haze of drink and excitement, he tried to recall how things had gone from his chiding himself for thinking lustfully about his daughter, to her pulling his hard cock out of his pants. It seemed to him that he had done only what he should do: He had refused to give in to temptation.
But temptation had reached right out and grabbed him!
"Darlene ... I ... " It was hard to tell the determined girl something she obviously did not want to hear, particularly since his hard cock was feeling wonderfully good in the clinging grasp of her slender hand. "You mustn't . . . it's not right, Darlene ..."
The girl thought of telling him that if Mommy and Robbie could do it, so could they, but she did not want to shock her father with that kind of news.. As far as she was concerned, her dad knew nothing of the heated affair between mother and son. She would have to make her case stand on its own merits. By the excited look in her father's eyes, she guessed that might not be so very difficult.
Her fingertips began to nimbly caress the bloated tip of her father's cock.
"Uuuuhh ..." he grunted, thrusting his hips slightly upward. He closed his eyes.
The girl worked her hand more eagerly, using all the little tricks her brother had taught her. She was pretty sure now that if he was not going to take an active part, her dad was at least not going to stop her. The heady thought that she was home free, on the way to the forbidden pleasure she had been craving, made the juices gush from her excitable young twat.
Impulsively, Darlene bent down and closed her lips around her father's cock-head. While her fingers continued to stroke his cock-shaft, her tongue swirled round the tip of his cock. It stabbed the slit on top. She uttered an earthy groan when she found a few drops of her dad's cum-juice.
The depravity of what she was doing thrilled the girl. She felt very mature, very powerful. With a good meal, she had found the way to her father's heart. With her persuasive tongue, she was cutting a clear trail to his lust. It was his lust that interested her most right now, his lust symbolized by the throbbing shaft of his rock-hard cock!
Hank was not sure exactly how it had happened, but the inebriated man knew he was lost to the cause of righteousness. He discovered that he did not mind in the least. Though he had rebelled at the thought of shattering his daughter's innocence, he was rapidly realizing that sweet Darlene was far from being an innocent. Her agile tongue definitely knew its way around a stiff cock!
If the girl wanted to suck his hard-pulsing cock, then wouldn't he be a cruel father to tell her no, after the wonderful dinner she had made for him and all?
Hank knew his drunken rationalizations were thin. What they really boiled down to was the pleasure his daughter was bringing his cock with her mouth. There was no way he wanted to give that up. He would use any dumb excuse he could think of to make it all right!
The farther her Hps moved down onto his cock, the less need Hank had for excuses. Pleasure alone became enough to justify his yielding-as his wife had-to the heated temptation of incest. His thinking mechanism was surrendering to the raw hunger of his hard cock. Hank had become the moaning victim of his fourteen-year-old daughter's bold seduction!
When she realized her father had begun to relax with what was happening, Darlene concentrated on giving him everything she had to please the teeming hardness of his cock. She wanted to impress him. She didn't ever want him to regret letting her do this thing to him!
Her big eyes-dark, like his-looked up at him and blinked wantonly. "It tastes good, Daddy! Your cock feels so good in my mouth!" she panted.
When Hank realized the jolt of excitement he got from her lewd words, he knew at last that he was as helplessly embroiled in forbidden arousal as his wife had been the day he watched her taking their son's cock from behind. It thrilled him to watch Darlene's lips pursing around his cock, sliding all the way down to the base. He reached for her long, thick hair and started to guide her head up and down over his tingling cock.
The effect was sensational. Hank slid his hips forward in his chair and shoved his cock deep into his daughter's mouth. "God, you do that nice, honey! Your mouth loves my cock so good!"
As she developed into womanhood, Darlene had grown more and more to look like her mother. Though she had her father's coloring, she had grown tits like her mother's. Her ass was just as round and enticing too. Hank found that there was something else they had in common: Both had a wonderful knack for giving a blowjob.
His daughter's lips pouted generously around his cock-shaft as they slid up and down. They coated his cock in a compelling, hot second skin of pleasure. Hank could not take his eyes off them, the greedy way they sucked his cock in until only the crinkly hairs at the base peeked out. She seemed reluctant, each time, to let him out. Her mouth engulfed him again as quickly as she could manage it. She did not seem to be happy without a cheekful of cock! "Suck it, baby . . . uh, suck my cock!"
It was like the fulfillment of an obscene prayer, to hear her father coaxing her to suck his cock. Darlene felt the juices gushing from her pussy to soak her panties as she sucked and tongued her dad's cock with loving determination. Already, she was longing for the moment when she would feel his cum surging into her throat. She could hardly wait to swallow it all down, to show her father what a big girl she was, and what an obliging lover she could be too.
As he reveled in the way his daughter's lips tugged on his cock. Hank realized he could never again feel superior to his wife for falling prey to her son's handsome, horny allure. He had found his own weakness in his daughter's responsive lovemaking. As much as he had always enjoyed making love to his wife, there was something undeniably special about watching those young, eager lips gobbling his cock.
He knew now why he had not been able to turn on to any of the attractive women he met on the job: None of them meant anything to him. None of them were special. Who was more special than his own daughter? Where else could he get such perverted satisfaction from an extra-marital affair? He was fighting fire with fire, paying his wife back tit-for-tat, and getting an unexpected dose of satisfaction from it at the same time.
He was discovering what a gold mine he had in his beautiful young daughter. Already he was beginning to contemplate clandestine encounters with her in friends' borrowed apartments. He did not know exactly how he would make it work, but he would do it. He had to have more of her enthusiastic lovemaking. He would leave his wife to Robbie as long as he could have Darlene. His good-natured daughter had suddenly become his most precious child, a beautiful young woman with a precocious gift for cock-sucking.
Inspired by a lusty impulse, Hank grabbed his daughter's hand and coaxed her to her feet. Despite the helpless frustration in her eyes, he made her turn around so he could raise her skirt and pull down her panties. He pulled her down onto his lap, shoving his hard cock deep inside her wet pussy.
"Uh Jeez, baby! It feels so good in there! You've got a sweet pussy, beautiful!"
The words of praise from her normally aloof father filled the girl with pride. She had been upset when he pulled her mouth from his cock, but the rousing joy of feeling his cock stretch her cunt more than made up for her frustrated plans. "Uuuuuhhh ... oh God, Daddy, your cock's so filling in me!"
"Uh, yeah . . . it's good, baby!" Hank thrust his cock up mindlessly, shoving it deep into his daughter's clinging cunt-hole. He gritted his teeth to withstand the teasing assault of her squirming ass-cheeks each time she sat down hard on his lap. Her mouth closed uncertainly on his, and she kissed him. "It's awful nice, Daddy. But I wanted to swallow your cum! I wanted to taste it going down!"
Her words swelled his cock a notch harder. "You're sexy, baby! I'd like that, too! Tell you what! When I'm going to cum, I'll let you know! Then you can get down there and swallow it all to your heart's content!"
Her clit throbbed with excitement. Her pussy-lips twitched around her father's cock. Darlene was very pleased with herself. She realized she and her father were being every bit as sexy as Robbie and her mom were together. She had converted the older man from a reluctant father into an abandoned lover. Her young cunt had never felt its power so awesomely. She had never known before what it meant to have "sex appeal." Now that she was getting an inkling how to use it, her lusty brain began to reel with prospects for a self-indulgent future. "Oh Daddy, I like to screw myself on your cock!" "Yeah, baby! Do it! Make yourself feel good!" He gripped her squirming asS-cheeks firmly and helped her raise and lower herself over his throbbing cock. He got a sudden lewd glimpse into the past, when he used to hold his little girl on his knee and bounce her while he sang her a crazy limerick. Darlene was not a little girl anymore. Hank had forgotten all the bouncing rhymes he ever knew. But the aroused father had never gotten so much satisfaction out of bouncing his daughter on his knee. It was as if he and Darlene had reached into the past to create a new present for themselves. Their relationship had become one that society would call perverted. Hard as he tried to remember why he should feel guilty, Hank could not do it. He was making his little girl happy. That was all he had ever wanted to do.
It was only a nice twist of fate that in the process, he was giving himself a jolting dose of excitement. It was better to give than receive, but doing both was best!
"Uh Jeez, baby . . . it's getting awfully good! My cock fits so nice and snug into your pussy!"
"Mmmm Daddy, screw me like that! My pussy's so hot, Daddy! Bounce me harder! Ah yeah . . . I'm cumming, Daddy!" She stated it simply, but the wanton grin on her face showed that her orgasm was an intense one. Her cunt-muscles clung tightly to her father's cock as she rode out her climax.
Knowing that his hard cock had made his daughter cum, Hank rose to a more intense level of excitement. He knew it would not be much longer before he shot his wad. "Uh baby . . . I'm going to do it soon! I'm going to cum in you!"
Shaky as she was from her orgasm, Darlene had not forgotten her lewd plans for her father's cum. She scrambled off his knees and again took his cock in her mouth. The flavor of her own juices on her lips made her pussy tremble. She bounced her head wildly over her father's cock, milking the pleasure from deep in his balls. With provocation like that, Hank could hold onto"his precious fluids any longer.
He held her head fiercely over his cock-head. "Uh baby . . . suck it like that! Make me cumm-mmm ... oh yeah-h-h!"
Greedily, his girl swallowed down every last drop of his juices. Hank watched her youthful enthusiasm and felt a wistful tingling in his balls. It would not be long before he had another gift for his beautiful daughter. He only hoped he could count on the rest of the family to make a late night of it, because that was what he intended to do.
It was time a father got to know his daughter better!
Chapter Twelve
Robbie and Darlene were lounging on the living room furniture, reading, when their parents came into the room. Their folks were dressed up. Their children admired how good they looked, each reserving special praise for the parent of the opposite sex.
"I hope you like the concert, Dad." Darlene straightened her father's bowtie, and smiled up at him when she was satisfied with the results. She felt a surge in her hot, young pussy. Her father did look so handsome. It was a shame she could not go out alone with him to a concert or something like that. They always had to be so discreet when they were together. Although it was not unusual for a father and daughter to spend time together, Darlene and her dad had a secret. They did not want to do anything to risk its discovery.
"I will, honey. You be good while we're gone."
Darlene grinned at the twinkle in her father's eye. The big man did not seem nearly as aloof as he once had been. She liked his new, more relaxed self. She congratulated herself for being part of the cause of the changes in her dad.
The girl was" bubbling with mischief when her brother finally shut the door behind his parents. "They sure are a handsome couple . . . don't you get jealous sometimes when you see Mom and Dad? Don't you feel sometimes like it ought to be you?"
Robbie hid sulkily behind his magazine. "No ... of course not."
"Oh come on, Robbie. You can be honest with me!"
He threw down the magazine in exasperation. It was clear that Darlene had hit a sore point. Even though he knew he was a lucky guy to have two beautiful lovers like his mother and his sister, he still did not like having to share his mother. He knew it was right that his mother should love his dad, but it was hard for him to think of his mother behaving with his father as she did with him. He thought back to the time when he had seen his mother writhing under his father's skilled tongue and hard cock. He had not been jealous then. His mother had not been his lover then. He no longer liked to think of her squirming in shameless abandon with anyone but him.
"Okay! So I get jealous sometimes! What about it? Everybody gets jealous sometimes, don't they?"
Darlene was sorry to see her brother suffering. She had kept the secret of her own involvement with her father for a long time. She had not been sure how Robbie would take it. On impulse, she decided that this was the time to tell. It might help Robbie to know he was not alone in his suffering. "I know exactly how you feel, Robbie! I feel the same way sometimes."
Robbie was all quiet, interested. "You mean, you get jealous of me with Mom?"
"Oh no. I used to . . . when I used to feel like I was on the outside. But I know the thing with Mom is important to you. I wouldn't want to interfere with that."
"So what then?"
Robbie was too quiet. Darlene started to feel a trifle uneasy.
"It's Dad I get jealous about. He's such a handsome, powerful man. Sometimes I wish he wasn't my dad, so we could go out together or something.
I mean, I guess I'm too young too ... at least, people would say I was too young." She was getting confused. The way Robbie was staring at her was unlike anything she had ever seen in his handsome young face.
"You mean . . . you and Dad have something going?"
She hesitated. "Yes ... we have had, for a while now. It was you and Mom who gave me the idea." She grinned the grin she knew that always cheered Robbie up. "I seduced Dad, just like I did you. He didn't want to do it at first. Didn't think we should, just like you."
Robbie's eyes became very wide, and his jaw dropped. "Holy cow! This thing is turning into a regular three-ring circus, isn't it?"
Darlene giggled self-consciously. "Sure, it is, but it's fun, isn't it? After all, you have Mom and me! Why shouldn't I have two too?
Robbie was not sure he liked what his sister was saying, but he had to admit it made sense. The beautiful young brunette was not doing anything he wasn't doing. "I guess you're right," he replied hesitantly, Darlene breathed a great sigh of relief. She felt things were under control again. She knew how to manage her brother from here. They had the whole evening before them, a whole evening alone! It was a luxury! She reached for his hand. "Come sit beside me, Robbie."
He did it, a little reluctantly. His sister began to plant light kisses over his face and neck. The boy wanted to resist, but his reaction to her closeness was a predictable one: His cock began to throb inside his jeans.
Darlene's pointed little tongue probed the delicate contours of her brother's ear. "Robbie . . . ?"
Goosebumps were standing out on the boy's skin. Darts of desire were coursing through him. The boy ceased to worry about his sister's affair with their father. He had more important things on his mind . . . like his own pleasure! "Uh?"
"My pussy's so hot, Robbie! I purposely wore no panties under my skirt tonight, so I'd be all nice and ready for you! Will you eat my pussy for me, Robbie? Pretty please?"
Her lewd request put the boy's lust on full power. Hesitation fled as he dropped to his knees on the rug and parted Darlene's thighs. He pushed her skirt up high, all the way to her hips. He eyed greedily the open, pink gash of the younger girl's pussy. "You sure have a wet pussy, Darlene! What have you been thinking about, you little cunt?"
His crude language made jolts of desire shoot up and down the girl's spine. She wriggled her ass down closer to the edge of the couch, leaned her head back and moaned. She parted her thighs as wide as she could get them. Their spread-eagled position was a lurid invitation to the boy's lust.
"I've been thinking about you, Robbie! I've been thinking about how nice you eat pussy! I've been wanting to feel your tongue playing with my clit!"
Robbie realized suddenly how far Darlene had come from the hesitant girl who first crept into bed with him. More and more, she was immersing herself in her lush sexuality. She knew now the power she had over a man in heat. Seducing her father had probably been a real boost to her ego. She was confident of herself, confident of what she could get to satisfy her grown-woman desires. She knew exactly how to thrill a man, to get him to play the game the way she wanted it.
Her lusty words were thrilling her brother. He wanted to play her game. He wanted to taste her hot, wet cunt, just the way she wanted him to. He knew he was a pawn in her hand, but he could not help himself. She had hooked him with the tantalizing snare of her bare pussy! "Yeah, I want it too, Darlene. You've got the best-tasting pussy!"
His tongue licked sensually up along the gaping expanse of her hungering cunt. To the wet sheen of her excitement he added a coating of his own saliva. He licked up and down both sides of her pussy until she was warbling with quaking excitement. He could feel his cock pulsing in his pants, responding to the obscene task. The boy could think only how sexy his sister was, and of how much he wanted to bury his senses in her, how much he wanted to give her pleasure, to make her cum.
Her head of thick, dark hair fell over her face as she slumped forward and hunched her pussy up into her brother's face. She was lost in the lusty mire of his erotic play. She felt every flicker of his roaming tongue, every nibble of his lips on her hard little clitoris. "Oh God, Robbie! Eat my pussy! Do it for me, baby!"
A few months ago they had been two young kids with nothing more earth-shattering on their minds than baseball and chocolate malteds. They were different now, and they knew it. Preoccupied by the sexual discoveries that surrounded them at home, they cared more for seeking their pleasure in the family than for pursuing any kind of adolescent amusement. They had progressed beyond their years in their knowledge of sensuality. Their peers at school bored them. They knew things the others did not know yet, might never know, so they kept more and more to themselves, and turned more and more to the raptures of each other's hungry young bodies.
Darlene felt all her old hero-worship of her brother surge to the front as he slid his tongue up and down the slick flanges of her wide-open cunt. It thrilled her to feel him working so hard to please her. She thought of the hard-on he must have in his pants by now. She knew she wanted it. She wanted to show him, instead of tell him, how special he was to her . . . and how much she appreciated his passion.
At Darlene's coaxing, brother and sister positioned themselves naked on the couch so that Darlene was lying full-length on her back, and Robbie was poised on all fours above her. His face hovered over her ready, trembling twat. His hard cock dangled down toward her face. His cock-tip brushed her nose. She opened her mouth and let him in. He shoved his cock into her mouth all the way to the base. She cooed with wanton satisfaction and squrimed her cunt up into his face.
"Oh Darlene . . . you're sexy . . . such a turn on! God, I love to eat your pussy! Mmmmmm!"
Before, Robbie had been working on her cunt like a skilled craftsman, maneuvering his tongue to get her into all the special places, fluttering his lips at just the right moments. With the increase of his passion, his lovemaking lost its refinement. It descended to the basest level of raw passion.
Darlene did not like it any the less. In fact, she squirmed wantonly beneath him and rocked her cunt up into his face. She sucked on the hard cock in her mouth with reckless energy. Her tongue stabbed boldly into the slit in his cockhead, demanding a taste of his juices. She squealed with delight when she got what she was after.
They made an obscene picture, brother and sister undulating naked against one another, their faces buried eagerly between one another's legs. They were well aware of their depravity as they worked to increase their ardor. Robbie loved to feel his sister close her lips tightly around his cock and slide them all the way to the base. It made him want to eat her pussy more savagely, to make her feel as good as he felt. He succeeded in provoking from her another outburst more intense than the one before.
They kept driving each other higher, until neither was conscious of anything but the ricocheting pleasure that possessed their sweat-coated bodies. Robbie drove his tongue like a madman, deep into Darlene's cunt. He licked her pussy from clitoris to asshole with long, sweeping strokes. The girl wrapped her tongue feverishly around her brother's cock-shaft. When she heard his grunts of approval, she did it harder and faster. She wanted to make him cum! She wanted to taste his cum-juices shooting into her greedy throat.
It was not long before Robbie made her wishes come true. He felt his cock grow to what felt like immense proportions. He felt the dam break. Her lips nibbled eagerly to swallow up the gushing flow of juices. The boy felt a jolt of pleasure in the realization that his horny sister had sucked him dry . . . swallowed down every last drop of his potent load!
Even while the taste of his cum was still fresh on her lips, Darlene felt herself slip into climax. She ground her pussy-mound frantically against her brother's face until her clitoris stopped its wrenching motion. Then she lay still beneath her brother, her thighs wet and trembling, her body sated.
When their energy returned to them, brother and sister began to explore each other farther. Robbie kissed his sister's pretty face. He watched her dark eyes grow hazy with lust once more.
"Feel good, sis?" he asked her.
"God, yes ... I could just keep on doing it with you like this forever."
"It doesn't bother you does it, that we're kind of freaks? We don't do it the way most people do, you know. I mean, we're not your average American family!"
Darlene's dark eyes twinkled. "Well, if we're not, we ought to be. You know what they say: 'The family that plays together stays together.' "
"You're shameless, Darlene. You know that?"
"I know. I want you to screw me, Robbie!"
He screwed her, just as she had asked. Neither of them was sorry. On the contrary, it was a couple of very happy American teenagers who welcomed their parents back from their evening at the concert.
