Ellen Harden was going to fuck her teenage son. Her mind was made up, and there was no way she was going to change it back.
She'd thought about it off and on for the past six months. That's how long it had been since she'd had a big, hard cock driven up into her pussy.
Today she was so hot to get laid she wondered how she could stand it. It was her own fault in a way. She should have started dating as soon as she got her divorce. God knows there were enough men who were after her.
But there just wasn't anyone she was interested in. Except one ... her teenage son, Brent. How she adored him. He was so ruggedly built, he looked more like an adult than a teenager. And he was so good-looking. The crotch of her panties became moist whenever she looked at him.
She was looking at him now, this Saturday, and she was glad of the rain that was pouring down outside. It was a steady all-day rain and it kept her son inside . . . with her.
She could seduce him without any trouble at all. She was certain of that. He idolized her, worshipped her and would do anything to please her.
Why wouldn't he? She was only thirty-two and a hell of a good-looking woman. There wasn't a man in the whole neighborhood-the entire town, for that matter-who wouldn't jump at the chance to get his cock into her. She had sufficient proof of that. Each time she went shopping-in her halter and shorts-she saw how the men, and teenagers too, stared at her with throbbing bulges in the fronts of their pants.
She also noticed how the girls and some married women, gazed longingly at her son, and that bothered her. Ellen wanted him for herself. She wanted to be the one to give him his first fuck, if she wasn't already too late. If only she could get up the nerve to commit incest with him.
She sat on the couch talking to her son, while he sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor in front of her, clad only in his undershorts. She could make out through the thin cotton material, that her son had a magnificent-sized cock, and it was getting bigger and stiffer as he gazed up between her legs.
Ellen decided to give her young son a treat. She crossed her shapely legs in such a way that her son could get an even better view of what he was looking at. He could see all the way to the white crotch of her panties. She allowed him to enjoy the sight for quite some time, while she thrilled at seeing his cock inside his undershorts getting bigger and bigger. When the bulbous head of his shaft poked up past the waistband of the garment, Ellen had to stifle a gasp of excitement.
Giving him a loving smile, she uncrossed, then recrossed her legs, slowly, changing the view and making it more generous.
"Considering you're an inexperienced young man, darling, you really know how to admire a woman's thighs," she told him. His face flushed and he looked down. "Don't turn your head away, sweetheart. A woman enjoys being stared at by her favorite man. I do have rather nice thighs, don't I?"
"Uh-huh."
Slowly she pulled her dress up to her waist. Her son's eyes grew wider.
"Mrnmmmm, I feel so horny today. And you looking up my legs turns me on even more," said Ellen to her aroused son. "I wish I had a man, one just like you, who would fondle and kiss my naked body all over and then slip his hard cock up into my cunt for a long, hot fuck."
The boy swallowed.
"Have you fucked a girl yet, darling?"
Brent swallowed hard. "No. No, I haven't."
"You will, before long. You're so good-looking and the way you turn me on, I'm surprised some girl hasn't asked you to fuck her long before this."
"Wow! Would a girl do that?" Brent asked excitedly.
"You better believe she would," said Ellen. "I'd ask you myself, without any hesitation at all, if I weren't your mother. I almost wish right now that you weren't my son, so you could do it to me."
"Oh. Gosh!"
"You'll soon find out how good it feels," Ellen assured him. "You'll love it when you get to take a woman's bra and panties off, feel her tits and cunt, lick and suck them . . . then get on top of her and bury your cock in her cunt for a thrilling hard fuck. Have you ever thought of how good that would feel?"
"I ... uh, yes. Lots of times."
Ellen laughed softly. "At your age, you probably think of nothing else."
Her son grinned at her.
"When do you think of it the most?" Ellen asked.
"When . . . I'm with you, Mom."
"Darling, that's sweet. Do you really?"
"And when I'm in bed at night," her son added. "I think of how I'd like to be in your bed, with you . . . instead of alone in my room. I think about how it would feel to have your arms and legs wrapped around me, with my prick shoved into your pussy."
"My God!" Ellen gasped. "I had no idea I inspired such thoughts in my own son. It's understandable though, I guess. I certainly don't behave like a proper mother should, the way I walk around the house half naked, in front of you. You've probably seen more of my body than I realize."
Her son nodded and grinned. "Sure have, Mom."
"Oh? Have you been peeking?"
"I watch you getting undressed, whenever I get the chance."
"Do you get many chances?"
"Quite a few," said her son, grinning at her. "You leave your bedroom door open and I see you undressing to take a shower, or getting ready for bed."
"Hmmrnmm. That's quite often, isn't it?"
"Not as often as I'd like."
"I see ... "
"It sure makes me feel good, to see you without your clothes on," her son confessed. "It doesn't last long, though. I wish I could look at you for hours, when you're naked."
Ellen shook her head. "I don't know what's the matter with me today. This is no way for a mother to be talking to her son. It's even more shameful to feel this way about you. Of course, it's quite normal. If the truth were known, every mother wonders now and then, how it would feel to be fucked by her son. But she doesn't tell him about it."
"Til bet some of them do," said Brent. "You aren't the only one, I'm sure."
Ellen laughed. "You're a very clever young man."
Her hands cupped both her tits and massaged them gently. She had a puzzled frown on her face.
"What are you doing, Mom?" . "Oh, excuse me, darling. I'm just checking something. I should go upstairs to my bedroom to do this, instead of doing it right in front of you. But it will only take a minute."
She unzipped the back of her dress, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop around her waist. Off came her bra and she tossed it onto the couch beside her. Her son stared enraptured at her luscious bare tits. Each of her hands closed onto a tit and examined it.
"Whenever I feel sexy, the way you have me feeling right now," said Ellen, "I get this strange feeling in my tits."
Her flush of excitement could have been mistaken for a blush of shyness as Ellen fondled her bare tits in front of her aroused teenage son. He stared intently at her areolas and nipples, and the beautiful, firm, round globes on which they perched so enticingly.
"Now then, let's see what we can find here," she said, her voice sounding quite serious as she played with her tits. The nipples quickly stiffened, causing them to jut straight out, in much the same way her son's cock was trying to thrust out of his undershorts.
Ellen continued her examination for several moments, a puzzled frown on her face.
"I just can't feel any difference," she said at last. "I wonder if there's anything wrong with my sense of touch?"
"What is it, Mom?"
"I'm sure my right tit is different from my left," she said."Maybe it's me. Darling, would you give me a hand please? Two hands, in fact. Will you feel my tits and tell me if you notice any difference?"
Her son made a strangled sound and had to make two tries to get up on his knees. Ellen opened her legs and he moved in close to her, kneeling between them. She had to guide her son's hands and then he was breathing heavily. His throbbing prick pushed up higher past the waistband of his undershorts, as he fondled her lovely tits.
Following her request, the boy's hands were busy with both her tits. He tested the nipples between thumb and finger, then caressed and gently squeezed her tits until he feared he would shoot his load all over the place.
"You don't feel any difference, darling?" Ellen asked.
"N . . . no."
She saw the look of concern on her son's face and she gave him a loving smile.
"Don't look so worried, darling. I just felt horny and wanted you to play with my tits," Ellen said and giggled as her son stared at her. 'Til let you in on a little secret of mine, dear. I've often wanted you to play with my tits, especially all of those times I saw you peeking in my bedroom door, watching me get undressed."
"You-you knew about that, all along?"
"Why do you think I left my bedroom door open?"
"You . . . never said anything."
"It was fun having you watch me. Just like it was fun having you play with my tits just now. Did you en-joy feeling them?"
"Did I ever!"
Ellen glanced down at the three inches of cock sticking up past the waistband of his undershorts. "Push your undershorts down dear, before you strangle the poor thing. You have a beautiful, big, hard prick and I don't want anything to happen to it." The boy shoved his undershorts down to his knees and Ellen gasped. Not only did he have a good-sized cock, but the sight of his large balls sent a thrill right through her.
"God . . . you're a horny woman's dream." When he straightened up on his knees, Ellen slid her ass out to the edge of the couch, so that her pussy was pressed up against his upright cock. She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind him and pressing him tightly to her. Her arms entwined about his neck, her fingers running through his hair.
"Now pretend that I'm your best girl and give me lots of kisses," she said in a hoarse whisper.
"You are my best girl, Mom. I love you!"
After their third long, hot, urgent kiss, Ellen showed her son a new technique. Her tongue darted into his mouth. It took him by surprise, but the boy caught on quickly and his tongue rolled around hers.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
"Yes!" he replied, breathing heavily.
"That was a French kiss. You kiss a girl that way when you want to get her hot."
"I ... want to get you hot, Mom."
"Hmmmm, you get me any hotter than I already am, and I'll forget that I'm your mother."
This time it was her son's tongue that shot into her mouth.
"Oh . . . darling," she said after several kisses. "Your big, hard prick is rubbing against my pussy. Does it feel as good to you, as it does to me?"
"It feels great," her son gasped. "I just wish your panties were off."
Ellen sighed happily. "If you keep doing these naughty things to me, they might come off sooner than you expect."
Her lewd suggestion struck him full force. He kissed her with a vengeance.
Finally, she cupped his face with both her hands and looked at him with a warm, loving smile.
"You're a very naughty boy today. You've got me so worked up, I*m letting you go further than I intended to ... Would you like to kiss my tits and suck on the nipples?"
For a reply, his face dived into one of her tits. During the first moment, Ellen felt sure he was going to swallow her entire tit, except that Ellen's tit could never be swallowed in one mouthful. Her son caressed them lovingly with his lips and his tongue. He proved to be an excellent student as his mother taught him how to suck her tits and lick and suck her nipples.
Suddenly a shudder went through her body and she stiffened.
"Oh! Darling . ... You're making your mother . . . come!"
Then there were no more words, only a sensation of wild ecstasy as, for the first time in her life, Ellen climaxed with her son sucking on her tits and his bone-solid prick rubbing against her pantie-covered cunt. Her son held her with his strong arms wrapped around her, until the spasms finally ceased and she sighed in blissful contentment and wonderful warmth.
"How do I rate such a wonderful son?" she said, smiling at him.
"Mom..."
"This is a very strange way for a mother to behave with her son," Ellen said to him. "Most people would say it was obscene. I'm trusting you to keep everything we've said and done today, an absolute secret, darling. Just one word of this to anyone and I could be in serious trouble. Society takes a dim view of a mother showing her son what I've been showing you. It wouldn't at all like the way we've been behaving with each other. Do I have your word?"
"Oh, yes, Mom. I swear I'll never breathe a word of it to anyone."
"Good. Now I happen to know that some men get a real kick out of helping a woman to dress. Would you like to help me on with my bra and dress?"
For a moment her son wasn't happy about her putting her clothes back on. He had expected her to take them off. But the prospect of helping her to dress had its compensations. He put her bra on for her, fitting it into place over her full, round tits and fastened it at the back. He helped her get into her dress, then zipped it up the back.
"You're such a dear," she said. "Now I'd like you to do me one more favor."
"Anything, Mom."
"Let's go upstairs, to my bedroom . . ."
When they entered her room, Ellen took a squeeze bottle of lotion off the dresser and handed it to her son.
"Would you be a dear and rub this lotion all over my ass for me? I do it every day. It's good for my complexion back there, but it'll be more fun if you do it for me."
"You mean rub it on your bare ass?"
"Of course, dear," she said with a grin as she bunched her dress up around her waist. "It wouldn't do any good if you rubbed it on my panties, would it?"
Then she got on the bed on her stomach and her son stared at the beauty of her ass and her thighs.
"Are you looking at the crack of my ass through my panties?" Ellen asked her son.
"Y-yes!"
"Shame on you. Why are you doing that?"
Her son laughed. "Because I want to. And you knew I would."
"Did I?" said Ellen with a little giggle.
As her son reached for her panties, she raised her hips a little to help, then the flimsy piece of material was down past her knees and he feasted his eyes on her bare ass.
"Hmmmm, you took my panties down so smoothly, I'm inclined to think you've been practicing on the girls around here. Have you?"
He assured her this was the first time and Ellen laughed. "I have a feeling that after today, you're going to get a lot of practice, taking mine down."
"Oh, Mom. Wow!"
"Pour the lotion in your hand, darling. Then use both your hands to rub it all over my ass. Don't be timid, dear. I know I'll love having my ass massaged by you."
Her son's trembling hands gave him trouble, but he managed and he was breathing hard with arousal as he massaged the firm, smooth globes of her ass. He felt certain at that moment that heaven was his mother's bedroom. Ellen didn't mind that the massage took a long time.
"I think that's enough for now," she said finally. "Did you enjoy feeling my ass, darling?"
"Oh, boy! I sure did. It's the most exciting thing I ever did. Next to sucking your tits, that is."
"I'm glad, sweetheart. Now give me a nice kiss back there, on both cheeks. I just love the idea of you kissing my hot ass."
Eagerly her sob did so, but he didn't stop with just one kiss on each cheek. He covered her entire ass with kisses and that made Ellen very happy. She got an added thrill when he ran his tongue along the crack of her ass and gave her pussy a quick feel.
"Oh, Brent, darling," Ellen said happily. "I love the way you kiss my ass. Now tell me, would you like to give me a gentle spanking? Just to find out how it feels to spank a bare ass?"
"Sure. If you want me to."
"Not hard. Just gentle love pats."
"Don't worry, Mom. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
"You're sweet. Go ahead, just hard enough to make my ass feel warm and tingly."
Her son went to work on her ass and it was a labor of love. His hand came down again and again in spanking movements. Each time his hand connected with her ass, he left it there a moment, getting himself a sneaky feel. The sound of the slaps and the feel of his hand on her ass, caused a tremor of passion to ripple through Ellen's body. When she had about a dozen on each cheek, she told her son that was enough.
"Would you like to kiss it some more now, darling?" she asked.
His reply was muffled for he quickly had his face pressed onto her ass. Ellen laughed and let him give her as many kisses as he wanted to. Then she let out a little yelp when he ran his tongue up the crack of her ass.
"You cheated," she chided him later, "I didn't say you could lick it, too."
"Sue me," her son challenged, grinning at her.
"Pull my panties up now, will you, darling?"
Reluctantly he pulled her panties back into place. His hand stole another quick feel before he took it away and Ellen got off the bed. Her eyes were shining and she smiled at her son with a look of love and affection. Instead of smoothing her dress down, she unzipped it down the back and took it off. She could tell by the look in her son's eyes he appreciated seeing his mother in just her bra and panties.
"You have a very nice cock, darling," she told him and her son almost jumped as her hand closed around the thick, solid, upright" shaft. "I know several women, friends of mine with husbands, who would like to feel this moving up into their cunts. They'd open their legs and even help you put it in. Would you believe that my dearest friend Sally Blake, told me right to my face that she'd like to go to bed with you? Her with a husband and three teenage daughters. I was so jealous when she told me that."
"Would . . . would you, Mom?"
"Would I what, dear?"
"Go to bed with me?"
"Well. . . would you be a good boy and go right to sleep?"
"No! I'd fuck you! All night long!"
"Brent! What a way to talk to your mother!" said Ellen, sounding shocked. But she wasn't shocked enough to take her hand away from her son's bone-hard cock. "Darling, I'd just love to get fucked by this beautiful, big, hard prick, but I'm your mother. We've had fun together, doing what we did, but we mustn't let it get out of hand."
"I'll never tell anyone, Mom . . . if you'll let me."
"Hmmmrnm . . . You promise?"
"Oh, Mom, yes! I promise! I promise! I promise!"
"Well ... let me think about it a little, first."
"While you're thinking about it, could I take your panties down again?" her son asked candidly. "I really love to do that."
Ellen laughed. "I'll bet you do. I believe you're as sexy as I am. How would you like to hug and kiss me ... and give my ass a good feel?"
Without waiting for a reply, she pulled her naked son to her and felt his erect cock throbbing as they pressed together. While they kissed, she was aware of his hands on the cheeks of her ass, feeling her through her thin panties and pulling her more tightly against him.
"Mmmmmmm . . . "You're giving me a nice case of hot panties, you bad boy."
"They do feel nice and warm, Mom."
"I don't mean there, darling. When a woman has hot parities, it's her crotch that feels the heat, right where her panties covers her cunt."
"Oh."
"Would you like to feel my hot panties?"
Ellen backed away a little, to lean against the edge of the dressing table.
"Oh, I sure would," said her son.
She parted her shapely legs and her son slipped an eager hand onto her hot crotch.
"Can you feel my warm cunt through my panties, darling?"
"Mmmmmm . . . yes. It's so soft and warm, Mom," he told her, his hand caressing it gently. "It's so nice."
"Cunts, are nice, sweetheart. If you treat them right."
"What do you mean by right, Mom?"
"Well . . . a cunt likes to be caressed gently, like you're doing to mine. Then it likes to be kissed, licked and sucked. When those things are done expertly, like you did them to my tits, there isn't a cunt that can resist opening up to let a big, hard prick like yours in for a nice, long fuck."
"Oh, Mom! I want to be nice to your cunt. Will you let me?"
"I'm not sure I should, darling. But I'll tell you what. While I'm thinking about it, Til let you take off my bra and let you fondle, kiss, lick and suck my tits again. Would you like that?"
"Oh, wow!"
Ellen tossed her bra aside as her eager son reached for her twin beauties. He fondled them lovingly, his mouth went onto one and then the other. Ellen couldn't teach him a thing now. He had already learned his previous lesson well. All she could do was moan and murmur to him about what a good tit man he was.
There was one thing she could do, and she quickly did it. She grasped his upright cock again and played with it. As her son's tit sucking continued, she guided his hand back onto her crotch and the boy grabbed himself a handful of pussy. He sucked hungrily on a tit, while he rubbed her cunt through a thin film of nylon.
"Oh, Brent, darling!" Ellen gasped. "I can't hold out on you any longer. I'm going to have to let you do nice things to my cunt."
"Oh, Mom! Yes. I want to!"
"I must caution you again though, dear. You must never breathe a word of this to anyone. God, can you imagine what would happen, if anyone learned that I let my teenage son put his mouth on my pussy?"
"I sure can. Don't worry, Mom."
"It would be very difficult for you, too, darling, if your friends at school and their parents, found out that you kissed, licked and sucked you mothers cunt."
"I know. They won't ever find out from me, Mom."
Ellen smiled at him. "Then we haven't a thing to worry about, because I'd certainly not going to tell anyone."
"Okay, Mom, let's do it!"
"Very well, darling. Kneel down in front of me and pull my panties down."
On his knees, her son slowly eased her panties down from around her hips and ass. He gazed entranced at her hair-covered pussy mound and tried to see into her crotch as he pulled her panties all the way down. Ellen stepped out of them and flicked them aside with her toe.
"Squat right down, darling. I'm going to show you my cunt that, thanks to you, is so hot and moist right now."
He did so eagerly, resting his ass on his heels. Ellen moved her feet wide apart as she moved in close to . his face, allowing her son to stare right up into her open pussy.
"There it is, sweetheart. Do you like my cunt?"
"Oh, yes, Mom. It's pretty. But ... I thought there would be a hole."
"There's a slit, darling. It looks small, but your big, stiff prick can easily spread it wide open and turn it into a circle, the kind of hole you were expecting. Watch now, sweetheart. I'll let you see my slit and the inside of my cunt."
Her son watched her delicate fingers move into her cunt as she smiled down at him. Her fingers parted the soft, pink lips and he stared excitedly at the shiny, moist pussy.
"This is where your cock will go in," Ellen told her son and demonstrated with her finger. "Your cock will slide back and forth in here when you fuck me. -Would you like to fuck me, darling?"
"Wow! I want that more than anything!"
"Then get onto the bed with me. Before my cunt gets fucked, you have to prepare it so that your big, solid prick won't hurt it. I'm going to let you kiss, lick and suck my cunt, to get it ready for your prick to go in there. Then you can get on top of me and fuck me. It'll be the biggest thrill of your young life, when your stiff cock is buried in my cunt and you're shooting your cream into me."
Mother and son got onto the bed together and Ellen lay with her legs apart for her excited son. He was a little hesitant at first, but she soon got his face onto her pussy and she felt his tongue lightly touching her pussy lips.
"Don't be timid, darling. Once yOu acquire a taste for eating pussy, you'll have your head between the legs of every girl in this neighborhood."
Her son gave a few tentative licks, then realized it was very pleasant and thrilling. He began to kiss, lick and suck like he was trying to devour his mother's cunt, while his hands felt all over her tits, thighs, hips and tummy.
Ellen sighed contentedly. Her son ate pussy very nicely for his first time at it.
"Ohhhhhh . . . that's so nice, sweetheart. You have a natural talent for licking a woman's cunt. When word gets around that you're so good at it, you'll have every girl in school chasing after you. And some of their mothers, too."
Her son licked her pussy even more diligently, to show his appreciation for her kind words.
She held her son's head in both her hands, her fingers tangling in his blonde hair. "Keep licking my clit like that, dear, and I'll have a nice big orgasm. Then you can fuck me. Lick, darling . . .Oh! Ahhh! Oh, yes! Lick me!"
Her son appeared more than delighted to give her what she wanted. The thrill of having his face in her wet cunt was a fulfillment of Ellen's wildest dreams. She could tell that the taste of her soft, wet cunt was pleasing to her son. He wallowed in it and went on sucking and licking.
Moments later, she tightened her legs around his head. His ears got a pleasant massage from her satiny inner thighs, as she bounced her wildly churning ass up and down on the mattress.
"Ahh! Ohh! Oh, Brent! Darling! Ah!"
Chapter Two
"Mmmmm . . . that was a lovely cunt lapping, darling," Ellen said, when she finally got her breath. "You gave your mother a beautiful, big climax. Did you like eating my pussy?"
"I loved it. It was great," said her son Brent.
"I'm so glad. I was hoping you'd like that taste of my cunt. You made me feel so good, I'm going to have your face between my legs a lot, from now on."
Her son let out a cry of delight.
"You poor darling," she said soothingly. "I put you through so much and teased you so. You must be ready to bust. Get on top of me now and put your prick into my pussy."
"Oh, Mom!"
"You'll shoot your load as soon as you get it in, because you're so worked up. But don't worry about it, dear. It'll stiffen right up again and we'll have a wonderful time."
Quickly, her son mounted her, the head of his cock prodding the moist, open lips at the entrance to paradise.
"Now give your mother a nice, big, sexy kiss."
Ellen's son clamped his mouth onto hers. She moaned with pleasure. How quickly her darling son had mastered the art of sexy kissing. His tongue burrowed into her mouth and teased hers without mercy.
"Oh ... do you ever taste of pussy!" she exclaimed when their lips finally parted.
"I like the taste," he replied.
"After we fuck," said Ellen, "I'm going to find out how you taste."
"Me?"
"I'm going to suck your cock. You'll shoot your load into my mouth and I'll swallow it all down . . . just like you did with my pussy juice."
Her son's mouth was on hers again. Ellen's arms tightened around his neck as they indulged in another tongue-tangling kiss. "Darling, can you feel where your cock is?" "Sure. The head of it is pressing into the lips of your pussy, Mom."
"Well, push, darling. Shove it into me. I want your cock up in me." "Okay, Mom."
"That's it. Push some more. Oh, baby . . ." "Your cunt ... is tight . . . Mom." "That's because you're hung like a bull, sweetheart. If some of the neighbor women on this street find out my son has such a beautiful, big cock, they'll be over here everyday, borrowing a cup of sugar, as an excuse to flirt with you." "Oh, Mom . . . you feel so good." "I love your prick, darling. It's so big and hard. Give me more now . . . deeper . . . That's it. All the way in now . . . bury all of it in my slippery cunt and give me a fuck."
Breathing hard and shaking with excitement, her son worked his cock back and forth, going in deeper each time. Then he pressed down on the lovely, warm, naked body of his beautiful mother and felt his cock twitching inside her.
"Does it feel nice to have your cock in a woman's cunt, sweetheart?" Ellen asked, smiling as her hands caressed his back and his ass.
"It feels so good, to be fucking my mother!"
"Ohhhh . . . darling. You're in so deep. Just where I like it. I can feel your big balls in the crack of my ass."
"Yes ... so good."
"Fuck me now, darling. You're going to shoot your load in a hurry, so get some fucking done first."
Ellen was surprised at how easily her son moved his thick cock back and forth in her tight-fitting cunt and how quickly, he picked up a steady rhythm. She thrust her pussy up at him, each time he plunged into her. The sensation was so great as to be almost unbearable and she hoped he could keep this up for hours, but the churning sensation in her loins reminded her that her son would be shooting his load into her any second.
"Oh, honey ..." Ellen murmured dreamily. "Your cock feels so good. Oh, lover, you're going to make your mother come again. Oh! I'm so close!"
Her son was humping her now like his ass was a machine that had been thrown into high gear. Ellen's ass was bouncing on the bed from the force of his blows.
"Do you like fucking me, darling," Ellen panted.
"I love it! I love fucking my bare, beautiful mother in her cunt!" her son babbled.
"You're doing such a good job of fucking me, sweetheart. Oh, I love what you're doing to me!"
"Mom! Aaagh!"
"Give it to me, darling!"
"Mom! I'm gonna-"
"Grind down into my pussy. Shoot your hot cream into my cunt!"
"Aaaggghhh!"
For a moment her son's body went rigid, then his cock jerked in her cunt. It pumped a full strong charge of hot liquid into her depths as she pulled his face down between her soft, jiggling tits and held it there.
She was only vaguely aware of her son's hot cream filling her cunt, as her powerful orgasm swept through her. She shrieked and wailed in ecstasy, drowning out the sounds of her son gasping and grunting.
Wanting to make her son's first fuck a memorable one, Ellen wrapped her legs and arms around the boy and held him tight, his face still pressed between her heaving tits. She held him there while the ticklish sensations of her orgasm subsided and until the tense walls of her pussy had sucked the last drop of cum from his deeply buried cock.
Then she eased the pressure and held him comfortingly on top of her warm, naked body as they fought to catch their breath.
"Oh, that was marvelous," she murmured. "I wasn't expecting to come off again so soon. But I wanted it so much. I wanted both of us to come at the same time, and we did."
"Oh . . ." her son mumbled between her tits.
"Well, darling," Ellen said, when she felt her son had regained his strength enough to talk. "You've just had your first piece of ass..What do you think of it?"
"Words just can't describe it," he said with a tone of awe in his voice.
"Oh, I needed this so much," Ellen sighed. "It's been so long since I got laid, but this makes up for it. I could have had a dozen men dating me since I divorced your father. I could have been screwed every night, but I didn't want them. I couldn't admit to myself until now, that the one I wanted was you."
"Mom, why didn't we do this long ago? We could have fucked like this right after Dad moved out. The past six months could have been great ... for both of us."
"I was afraid, darling. I couldn't admit to myself that I wanted my own son to fuck me." Then she laughed and hugged him tight. "Wasn't I foolish?"
"We'll make up for it, Mom."
"Damned right we will, darling."
"I love you, Mom."
"I'm so pleased to hear you say that, sweetheart. You're very mature for your years. The secret of extra good sex is being in love with the person you're fucking. That makes it even more beautiful. That's why I wanted you, instead of the other men I could have had. I love you, too, my horny, young stud."
"I'll love you forever," her son proclaimed.
"And you'll fuck me forever," said Ellen. "At least until you have to leave for college. That's a long ways away yet. We'll have a ball between now and then."
"You're great, Mom. What do we do now?"
"Are you in a hurry to get off me?"
"Gosh, no. I don't want to get off you at all. I don't want to take my prick out of you, either."
Ellen laughed. "Suppose I said you can fuck me from now until supper time?"
"All day? Wow!"
"Well ... we could take time out for lunch, I suppose."
"I'll eat pussy for lunch," her son told her.
"Oh . . . you're being naughty."
"I mean it, Mom."
"If you do, I'll suck your cock."
"You will?"
"Of course. We'll do it together. That's called a sixty-nine."
"Is that what that means?"
Ellen laughed again. "Boys your age use quite a few words they don't know the meaning of."
"Yeah. I guess."
"Do you know that you are now a mother fucker?"
"Huh?"
"Well . . . aren't you?"
"I heard Eddie call Tommy that the other day. Did he mean-?"
Ellen shook her head. "No, I don't think so. People use words like that without thinking about the meaning. But that's what the word originially meant."
"Well . . . maybe I am, but I like it," said her son.
"Doesn't it make you think dear, that there may be quite a lot of that going on, or we wouldn't have a word to describe it."
"Gosh that's right," her son agreed, "And it must have been going on for a long time, for people to get so uptight about it."
"Who knows? Maybe half the boys you know in school, are having sex with their mothers and keeping it a secret. Just like you and I are going to keep this a secret."
"And keep on doing it."
"As often as you want it, darling," Ellen promised. "I'm going to be very good to my son from now on ... because he's so nice to his mother."
"Mom-"
"In fact, now that we've gone this far, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't sleep together from now on. There's simply no point in you sleeping in your room all by yourself, now that you've fucked me."
The boy gave another cry of delight. This was certainly his day.
Ellen grinned at him. "Of course, if you did sleep in your room, I'd simply go across the hall and get into bed with you anyway."
Chapter Three
That was the beginning and it went on from there, day after day and week after week. Ellen was ecstatically happy with her son, heRbed partner, her very secret lover. If friends and neighbors gossiped about why she didn't date any men, she didn't hear it and she couldn't have cared less.
Her blissful relationship with her son was all she needed. It continued for almost a year without interruption. Then she heard from her sister, Angie, long distance.
Angie's husband was being transferred to a branch office in the town in which Ellen lived. Could she put them up until they found a suitable place of their own? What could Ellen say? Yes, that would be fine.
So two days later, Angie and her husband, Paul, and their three teenage daughters, Pamela, Dorie and Carol, moved in with Ellen and her son, Brent. For Ellen and her son, sex with each other came to a screeching halt.
Ellen's son went back to sleeping in his own room, for the duration of the unexpected visit of his relatives. Angie and Paul Todd had one of the guest rooms, Carol and Dorie slept in the other. The oldest girl, Pamela, shared Ellen's bed.
By the time two weeks had gone by, Ellen was so hot and horny, she was almost ready to climb the walls. Not once since her sister and family had moved in, did she have a chance to be alone with her son. It was even worse, seeing him every day and not being able to touch him. She hesitated to kiss and hug him in the presence of their guests, for fear they would both get carried away and do something indiscreet.
All it would take would be for her hand to move down to her son's cock for a quick feel, or for her son to grab a fast feel of her tits, her ass or her cunt . . . and their deep, dark secret would be exposed.
Then came that Saturday afternoon, when her son and the girls were out somewhere. Angie was downtown shopping and she was alone in the house with her brother-in-law Paul. There was something about the way he looked at her that had the crotch of her panties getting moist.
"God, Ellen, you're a beautiful woman," he said, coming closer to her.
"Why, Paul . . . thank you."
"I don't know how you stand it."
"Stand what?"
"I don't know how long it's been since you got laid, but in the two weeks we've been here, you haven't been out with a man once."
"Well, I-"
"I guess our being here has really screwed up your sex life, and I'm sorry about that," he said. "We didn't intend to impose on you this long."
"Who's imposing? Haven't my son and I shown you how much we like having you here? Brent is as happy as a lark, with the attention he gets from your three daughters."
"You've been wonderful to all of us," said Paul. "But you aren't getting laid-"
"Really, Paul ..."
"It doesn't seem fair. You're a normal, healthy woman, just like your sister. And I fuck Angie every night. If you're anything like her, you must really be suffering, because Angie sure likes to fuck.. She'd never go two weeks without it. If I didn't give her my cock every time she's in the mood for it, she'd probably jump the postman ... or your son."
"She would?"
"God, you're beautiful-"
"You've already said that," replied Ellen as he slipped his arms around her, one of them going down onto her quivering ass.
"Well, you are."
"That isn't really what you mean, is it?"
"No ..."
"Well, if you have in mind what I think you have, you'd better not waste any time. This is the first day that my son and the girls, and Angie, have been out of the house at the same time. If we miss this chance, it may never come again."
His mouth pressed onto hers. As Ellen felt his tongue dart in past her lips, her arms entwined about his neck. Pressing up tight against him, the pressure of his bone-hard prick against her pussy mound, told her how hot he was for her.
He tried to get her down on the couch, but Ellen resisted.
"Not the couch," she panted. "There isn't room enough for what we're going to do. We'll go upstairs-"
In her bedroom, Paul pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Then he stopped to watch Ellen take off her clothes. When she was naked, he couldn't get his clothes off fast enough.
His throbbing erection, released from the confines of his undershorts, sprang upward. Ellen rushed over, her fingers closing around the rigid shaft as Paul pulled his feet free of his pants and undershorts and kicked off his shoes. He reached down with one hand and pulled off his socks.
"Good heavens, you're big," she said in a throaty whisper.
He grinned at her. "After not having any cock for at least two weeks, you need a big one."
They were both naked now. He kissed her several more times, shoving his tongue between her open, eager lips. Ellen held him tightly, pressing herself against him while she kept a firm hold on the object she prized. She wondered if he had any idea how passionate she could get when he tickled her with his cock.
Without taking his mouth from hers, he got a hand onto one of her tits. The nipple was stiff. He fondled it, rubbing his palm across and around it, so that it was flattened and his palm pressed into her soft flesh. His other hand stayed on her quivering, bare ass.
Ellen was enjoying the wild, hot sensation that was sweeping through her body. She writhed and squirmed against him. In spite of his tongue half filling her mouth, small cries escaped from deep in her throat.
When their lips finally parted, he lowered his head and slipped a nipple into his mouth. He held it there firmly with his lips while his hand moved farther down, over her flat, smooth belly and then further still, until Ellen gasped with pleasure. The flesh of her inner thighs quivered in response to the explorations of his searching, teasing fingers.
Ellen groaned breathlessly as his fingers touched off wave after wave of hot flashes that shot through her trembling body. She closed her eyes and let him continue playing with her. Her hand tightened on his rigid prick and she sighed each time his fingers moved about.
The bed was close behind her and Paul edged her back to it. When her legs touched it, she fell back onto it. Then she saw where his face was headed and her eyes danced with passion.
"You're . . . going to eat me?"
"Damned right I am," he said, going down on his knees between her parted legs. "I've wanted to get my mouth on your cunt since the first day I came here."
"Oh, Paul, lover. If your thing is eating pussy, you'll never ever get away from me!" Ellen warned, breathing harshly.
He stared at the tempting sight between her widely parted thighs. He pressed his face onto her wet cunt and Ellen felt his tongue shoot up into it. Excited and eager, he went to work on it until Ellen's hips were going wild. He had to hold her by her ass to keep his mouth on her cunt. Then she let loose with an intense orgasm.
"Eeee! Oh! Oh, God, Paul! Ah!"
In response, she squeezed her legs shut, pressing her soft inner thighs against his ears. After a few moments, her body ceased its shaking and she felt his tongue working on her again. Still holding her by her writhing ass, he got busy again lapping and sucking.
With each throb and jerk Ellen made, he worked harder. Holding her, he caressed and fondled her cunt with his tongue, giving it lots of loving attention. He feasted on her, until he brought her into another orgasm, "Paul! Oh! Ah! Aaagh!"
Ellen trembled almost violently, then stiffened. In the throes of passion she pressed her thighs again tightly around his head. He was trapped against her and he stayed there, until the shuddering sensations she was experiencing finally subsided.
He then took his mouth from her cunt and she sat up. She pulled his head up from between her thighs.
"Whatever you planned on doing to me, just hold it,M Ellen panted. "Give me a minute for everything to settle down. Oh, were you ever good to me!"
He climbed onto the bed with her and lay down beside hex, so that his head was close to hers.
"My lover ..." she cooed. "I have a lover, and it's my sister's husband!"
After while, she lifted her head and bent over him, looking down at him with a happy, pleased smile.
"That was so good. You really are wonderful."
"How can two such hot, wild women as you and your sister, come from the same family?" asked Paul.
Ellen laughed. "We both take after our mother. If she were my age and in bed with you right now, she'd burn you to ashes."
Ellen planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his lips that went on and on. Her hand crept down his body until her fingers closed on his long, thick cock, then massaged its throbbing rigidity. Paul groaned.
"What's the matter?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
"Nothing," he sighed, as her ringers squeezed gently on his prick, while her thumb rolled back and forth across the bulbous head.
"Let's make love now," she whispered.
"Wasn't that what we just did?" he teased.
"Til make it plainer," said Ellen. "Shove this monster of a prick up into my cunt and fuck me for all you're worth."
Grinning, he climbed on top of her, looking pleased with his good fortune. She was not only nice to be in bed with, she promised to be a wild, hot fuck.
Ellen lay back and waited for his thrust up into her. She didn't wait long. Paul put it against the moist lips of her pussy and, with a slow, steady push, moved into her.
Ellen cried out in delight and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Paul put his weight behind his cock and went in deeper. She wriggled from side to side, helping all she could.
He gave her several more jabs, back and forth, until Ellen had it all. She lay with her eyes partially closed, feeling the delighted sensations against every part of her. Her legs came up and around his back, while he dug his fingers into the firm flesh of her ass. Ellen twisted her hips, getting all the sensations she could.
"Oh, lover!" she gasped breathlessly. "I'm going to come. I'm almost there!"
Ellen hit her high point and let out a shriek. Her arms flailed. Her legs kicked in the air and her teeth dug into Paul's shoulder.
"Give it tome!"
He did. He buried his face in the soft flesh of her neck and drove his body against hers. His hot charge jetted into her in several bountiful spurts.
"Paul! Lover! Aaagh!"
They shuddered and bounced on the bed, until the crest of their orgasms ebbed and they rocked into each other. Then they were still. Paul lay on top of her, Ellen holding him there, as though worried he might get away from her.
"I needed that," she said in a soft voice, looking up at him contentedly. "But you knew that, or you wouldn't have made a pass at me."
His mouth closed over hers and he kissed her long and hard, while his hand caressed her bare ass. She felt his cock stiffen up inside her cunt and desire flamed up in her again. Finally, she pulled her mouth from his.
"Oh, God, Paul," she panted. "Fuck me again!"
He did. And three more times after that. The afternoon was gone when Ellen brushed her lips across his cheek and said with a deep sigh, "Oh, sweetheart, that was so nice ..."
"I'm glad," he said, grinning at her. "I really wanted to please your cunt, so I'll get another chance at it."
"I think that can be arranged," said Ellen. "Since you'll be living here in town, I think we can work something out."
"Good. I'll take good care of your pussy. I promise."
"What I think we'd better do now, lover," said Ellen, "is change these cum-stained sheets and make the bed. Then we'll take a quick shower together, so my sister doesn't detect the smell of sex."
"Do I smell of sex?" he asked, grinning at her.
"I can smell you from over here!" said a voice from the doorway.
Ellen's heart stood still as she looked up and saw Carol, the youngest of Paul's daughters. Her look of terror gave way to one of puzzlement, as the girl came into the room with a mischievous smile on her face.
She moved to the bed where her father lay on top of Ellen, put her head close to his and kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't worry, Daddy," she said cheerfully. "I won't tell Mom on you."
Her smiling face turned to Ellen and the girl kissed her, too. "I like you a lot, Aunt Ellen. I could tell you were in need of a man, the past two weeks. I'm glad Daddy is giving you what you need."
Her father gave her a playful pat on her ass, which looked to Ellen to be more like a deliberate feel of the girl's cunt.
"Then get out of here and let us get on with it," he said, making a pretense of being severe.
The girl skipped to the door, then turned and grinned at her father and Ellen. "Whatever you're going to do, you'd better make it fast. Mom will be home any minute and so will Brent and my sisters. I don't think Mom is ready yet, to find out what a swinging family we are."
"Is she your favorite?" asked Ellen, after the girl had gone.
"I have no favorites," said Paul. "I love my three daughters equally."
"But you fuck Carol, don't you? I figured that when I saw you put your hand on her cunt."
"I fuck all three of my girls," said Paul.
"What?"
"Why wouldn't I? Look at the way they're stacked. Each one is luscious and adorable. What man could resist them? It's a father's duty to provide for his family, and I provide what my girls need a lot of, a bone-hard prick. Besides, if they didn't get it from me, they'd go out somewhere and get it. When I fuck them at home it keeps them in off the streets, which makes me a good parent." "Does Angie know?"
"Not yet. She thinks she has me all to herself." Ellen let out a deep sigh. "That's a bomb that can go off at any time. I hope it doesn't explode while you're all staying here."
Chapter Four
That night Pamela, the oldest of the three sisters, was with Ellen in her bedroom. They were getting undressed for bed.
"Aunt Ellen," said the girl when she was naked, "is it all right with you if I don't wear my nightie? At home I always slept in the nude, but I've been wearing my nightie while I've been sleeping with you because I didn't want to offend you."
"Offend me?" said Ellen. "Darlings why didn't you say something sooner? Of course you can sleep in the nude. And I will, too. I always sleep naked. I wear a nightie while you're here, because I thought it might embarrass you if I didn't."
Ellen and Pamela laughed, then got onto the bed. It was a mild night, so neither one reached for the sheet to cover themselves.
As they lay side by side, Pamela said, "Aunt Ellen, let's not turn the light out just yet. Let's just look at each other for awhile. You're such a beautiful woman and without your clothes on-well, you're just gorgeous."
"Darling, what a sweet thing to say," replied Ellen with a warm smile. "All right, we'll just lay here and talk . . . and look. And what you said about being gorgeous, you could just as easily been talking about yourself. If I were a man, I'd rape you."
Pamela giggled. "You would? Really?"
"Well, if I were a man, it's unlikely your father and mother would let you come in here and get ito bed with me."
"But if you were my uncle, instead of my aunt, we could sure have a lot of fun," said Pamela, laughing.
"I'm sure we could," agreed Ellen.
Pamela's voice became a throaty whisper. "We can still have a lot of fun anyway, Aunt Ellen."
Ellen saw what was coming. Although nothing much had happened between them so far, progress had been made during the past two weeks that they slept with each other. The girl had seen to that.
At first it had been so subtle. The girl liked her, and wanted to cuddle up to her to sleep. That was fine with Ellen. She cuddled the girl willingly, almost eagerly and enjoyed the tingling sensations she felt from holding the girl in her arms. There was the touching of each other's tits and the cautious rubbing against one another.
After that first night in bed together, Ellen began to feel turned on when she was in such close contact with the girl. Ellen loved her dearly and knew that Pamela felt the same way about her, a close loving relationship that began with their first night in bed together, and grew stronger with each passing night.
On any pretext, the slightest whim, they would hug and kiss each other. On Ellen's part, she did it to show her warm feelings for the girl, but partly, too, because it just felt so good.
Frequently the girl would shoot her tongue into Ellen's mouth and that turned Ellen on almost as much as when her son did it to her. Often their pussy mounds touched while they hugged and kissed. At times Ellen suspected that the girl did it on purpose, when she rubbed Ellen's pubic area sensuously with hers.
Now they were in bed together, both naked, arranged so cleverly by Ellen's lovely teenage bed partner.
"Uh-Aunt Ellen, even though we're both naked, we can still hold each other, can't we?" said the girl.
It was all the excuse Ellen needed to put her arms around the girl and hold her close. The girl responded eagerly in the same way.
"Did you think I was going to stay over on the other side of the bed, just because we're both naked?" asked Ellen, her lips touching the girl's cheek.
"Mmmmrnmmm," the girl murmured, a tremor in her voice. "Doesn't it feel good, our naked bodies touching like this?"
"Oh . . . does it ever!" said Ellen.
"Let's kiss while we hug each other, like we do every night," said Pamela.
Ellen was no longer trying to keep from feeling any part of Pamela's body and the teenage girl was just as free with her hands. To Ellen, the girl's tits were a mouth-watering sight. Pamela's arms tightened around Ellen and her mouth closed on hers in a hot, soul-searing kiss.
"Mmmmmmm," the girl murmured, when their lips finally parted. "It's a shame we've wasted two weeks getting this far. But tonight will be wonderful. I'm going to make it with you."
Ellen was startled and thrilled by Pamela's obvious pass. In nights past, they had playfully fondled each other's tits, grabbed a feel of each other's ass, but this was the first time the teenage girl had made it really plain to Ellen that she'd like to have sex with her.
"You've made it with other girls, I presume," said Ellen, brushing her lips across the girl's velvet-smooth cheek.
"Oh sure," said Pamela. "The girls I know have pajama parties all the time. Only we don't wear any pajamas. We pair off and start fooling around. We don't go in. for childish things like pillow fights."
"And there's no feathers to pick up afterwards," said Ellen.
"I spent last summer at a girls' camp," said Pamela. "This girl and I had a room to ourselves. At night we'd get into bed naked, like you and I are now, and we did all the fun things that you and I are going to do tonight."
"Like eating pussy?" said Ellen.
The girl looked at her like she was pleasantly surprised. "You've eaten a girl's cunt?"
""You're kidding," saidTSuen. "Now look "here, young lady. Your generation may be up to its armpits in sex, but it didn't invent it. It was here before your were. If your mother hadn't fooled around with sex, you wouldn't be here in bed with me right now."
"But have you?" Pamela persisted, not letting Ellen dodge the question as she snuggled her body up against her.
"Let me answer you this way," said Ellen. "I have a sister, your mother. As lovely as she is now, when she was your age she was a knockout, just like you are. Well, I'm willing to bet that there's nothing you've done with your two sisters, or your sisters have done with you . . . that your mother and I haven't done with each other, up to the time we each married."
"Wow!" exclaimed Pamela. "You and Mom have eaten each other's pussies!"
Ellen laughed. "I guess that tells me that you've eaten, and been eaten by Dorie and Carol."
"Sure. Lots of times. All the girls do it, when they aren't getting fucked."
"This is turning into quite a night," Ellen sighed.
"And it's just beginning," said Pamela. "If we both relax and just let ourselves go, it can be fabulous."
"The way I've behaved with you, I must have made it obvious that you really turn me on," said Ellen.
The teenage girl smiled and kissed her. "I'm hot for you too, Aunt Ellen, in case you haven't noticed. I've had the hots for you since the first night I slept with you. Those times when I got my courage up and playfully grabbed your pussy, I was getting my kicks."
Ellen grinned at her. "I've got news for you. I liked it."
"But don't let your imagination run away with you and start thinking we're a couple of lesbians," the girl cautioned her. "I like a big, stiff prick shoved up my cunt, just like you do." Pamela grinned at her for a moment, then added, "If you don't think so, Aunt Ellen, just turn me loose with that handsome son of yours."
Ellen began to slowly massage the girl's shoulders, enjoying the feel of her warm, soft flesh. She grinned lewdly as she moved her hands down, until she was feeling the full firm mound of the girl's tits.
"Mmmmmm, that feels so nice," Pamela murmured, thrilling to the feel of Ellen's fingers.
"This is the way your mother and I turned each other on, when we were teenagers," Ellen told her.
Ellen felt the girl's nipples hardening beneath her fingertips. Pressing her own tits against Pamela's arm, she could feel the girl's body responding to her touch.
Ellen let herself get caught up in the excitement of the moment and put her mouth onto Pamela's. Eagerly she thrust her tongue into the girl's mouth, tingling with arousal as the sensuous girl moaned with delight in response to her advances.
"Oh, Aunt Ellen!" exclaimed the girl happily, when their lips parted. "You're just full of surprises!"
This was the first time Ellen and Pamela had been naked in bed together and the girl's nude body was a lust-inciting sight. The hardness of the girl's nipples made Ellen's mouth quiver with the need to get her mouth onto those luscious mounds.
As if she was reading Ellen's mind, Pamela cupped her tits, one in each hand as though she was offering them to Ellen.
"You seem so interested in my tits," said the girl with a lewd grin. "How about sucking on them?"
An instant later Pamela was watching one of her nipples disappear into Ellen's mouth. Ellen sucked on it lustfully.
There was no longer any need to conceal their desire for each other. Ellen's eager sucking on the girl's tits was an open confession of her lust for her. And the way Pamela felt about it, was clearly shown by her moans of pleasure and appreciation.
"Aunt Ellen! Ohhhhhh! Yes. Oh, that's nice."
Suddenly the girl reached down between Ellen's thighs and grabbed a handful of her cunt. A moment later, Ellen's hand was on the girl's pussy and the two of them frigged each other while Ellen gorged herself on Pamela's jiggling tits.
"Oh, Aunt Ellen! You're making me-Eeee!"
Her climax over, the girl fell back limply on the bed, momentarily spent. Ellen spread the girl's legs wide apart, positioned herself between them and thrust her face down into the humid head between the teenage girl's legs.
The faint delicate scent of Pamela's pussy was very exciting to Ellen. Her tongue darted out and lapped the tender cuntlips from top to bottom. When the girl squirmed and moved her ass, Ellen got a chance to run her tongue over the puckered rosebud of Pamela's asshole.
"Ah! Aunt Ellen!"
With her shriek of delight, the girl gripped Ellen's head firmly in her hands. She gasped as she felt her aunt's tongue probing into her cunt, licking lightly over her clit.
"We've both wanted this, haven't we, darling?" Ellen said, laughing at the way the girl's ass bounced up from the mattress, impatient to have her cunt licked some more. "If I had known how delicious you taste, I'd have pulled your nightie and your panties off of you the first night you slept with me."
Holding the stiffened nub of Pamela's clit between her lips, Ellen licked over it, rolling the erect nub of delicate flesh back and forth with her tongue.
"Oh," the girl moaned. "Oh, God, Aunt Ellen! I love what you're doing!"
Ellen was delighted at the enthusiasm Pamela was showing by keeping a firm grip on her head and shoving her cunt up tighter into Ellen's face.
"Oh, Christ, Aunt Ellen!" the girl babbled, when Ellen gave a moment to catch her breath. "I never dreamed you were this good. I'm going out of my mind!"
Tightening her thighs around Ellen's head, the girl pressed her heels into Ellen's back, slamming her cunt harder and harder against her face.
Ellen nearly swooned in the erotic heat and wetness of the girl's excited cunt. She went to work on Pamela's open pussy for all she was worth. She licked and sucked the tender cuntflesh, then teased the girl's clit until Pamela was thrashing all over the bed. Another orgasm swept through the teenager's writhing body.
"Eeee! Ann! Aaagh!"
While the girl lay limp and panting for breath, Ellen moved up beside her. Soon the two females were cuddled together, hugging and kissing each other, their arms and legs tangled around one another's body. It didn't take the girl long to get her energy back and with it, her horniness.
"Come on, Aunt Ellen," Pamela said with enthusiasm. "Let's get turned around here, so I can give you some of the thrills you've been giving me."
Ellen was wildly pleased at the girl's eager desire to eat her cunt. Twisting around on the bed, Pamela soon climbed over Ellen and straddled her, bringing her sensuous naked body down onto hers. She buried her head between Ellen's legs, licking at her cunt, while settling her own cunt down onto Ellen's mouth.
Ellen was completely caught up now in her soaring passions, and her need to bring the same hot sensations to Pamela, that she was feeling. The girl's tongue in Ellen's cunt and on her clit, soon had her shrieking with pleasure and Ellen wriggled her ass wildly, rubbing her wet cunt all over the girl's face.
Ellen's hands kept a firm grip on the globes of Pamela's ass as she writhed and squirmed on top her her. As Pamela slurped away at Ellen's pussy, driving her to the brink of orgasm, Ellen buried her face in the girl's cunt, licking and sucking it furiously, determined to bring Pamela off at the same time she climaxed.
As Ellen brought her fingers around to the crack of Pamela's ass, she wondered how the girl would react to a little asshole teasing. Gently she rubbed her finger over the tight-ringed entranceway.
"Ah! Aunt Ellen! Oh!"
The girl flipped out completely with the attention she was getting from both Ellen's fingers and her mouth. Her body quivered with excitement as she soared through one orgasm after another.
She wasn't alone. Ellen was climaxing right along with her.
"Eeee!" shrieked Pamela.
"Ah! Oh! Aaagh!" bellowed Ellen.
For an instant Ellen wondered if anyone in the house could hear them, but it was a fleeting thought. At that moment, Ellen didn't give a damn.
"You weren't kidding about not letting me get much sleep, Aunt Ellen," said Pamela nestling in Ellen's arms. "Take a look at that clock on the dresser. It's almost morning."
Ellen laughed happily and kissed her. "It's your own fault, darling. You haven't given my cunt five minutes rest all night long."
The two beautiful women, one looking more like the other one's older sister than her aunt, cuddled in each other's arms, kissing and caressing.
"That's your own pussy juice you taste on my lips," Pamela said with a laugh. "How do you like it?"
"Ellen laughed. "I should be used to it by now. I've been tasting it all night long, every time I kissed you."
"I think you sucked me dry," said Pamela.
"I wouldn't be surprised," said Ellen. "I certainly swallowed enough of it, even if you did gush plenty, each time you climaxed." . "I hope you left a little bit," said the girl. "I want your son to taste it."
"That's easy," said Ellen with a laugh. "It's all over my face. I'll just go across the hall to his room and give him a kiss."
The girl made a face. "When your son tastes my pussy juice, I want his head between my legs while he's doing it. Besides, if you went into his room right now, you might get a surprise."
"I would?"
"He might have company."
"Who?"
"From the first day I got here, I've wanted your son to fuck me," said Pamela. "Each night after you're asleep, I slip out of bed and go across the hall to his room, thinking I'll crawl into bed with him. But I'm always too late. Either Carol or Dorie is already in bed with him. If I don't get him soon, those two will have him all fucked out."
Ellen laughed. "Don't worry about that. My son's endurance might surprise you." Pamela looked at her with a mischievous smile.
"Yes, I'm sure you know all about your son's endurance."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Ellen. "I think you and your son sleep together and fuck," said Pamela. "At least you did before we came here and screwed up your arrangement."
"How can you think such a thing?" said Ellen, wondering how much the girl really knew and if she could bluff it out.
"Well, for one thing, Aunt Ellen," said Pamela, grinning at her, "you're a hot woman. You sure proved that tonight. You love sex in all shapes and forms. You just aren't the type to go without it, without raising a fuss. Yet you haven't been dating men, so I hear. That doesn't make any sense. What does make sense is that you're getting all the cock you need at home, when your son gets into bed with you every night and fucks you."
"That's a pretty wild guess, young lady," said
Ellen.
Pamela brushed her lips across one of Ellen's tits and kissed the nipple. "But it's based on fact, Aunt Ellen, a little thing my sister Dorie told me."
"Oh?"
"When she was in your son's room the other night getting fucked, your son let something slip. He told her she was as great a fuck as his mother!"
"Oh, my God!" gasped Ellen.
"He practically told her flat out that he was fucking you, up to the time that we came here."
"What else do you know?"
Pamela gave her a mysterious smile. "Well . . . I know that Dad fucked you this afternoon. All afternoon!"
"Carol! Your sister Carol told you!"
"No. Dad told me."
"He told you? When?"
"After supper," said Pamela. "When he went to the bathroom, I followed him in, to tell him I was hot and horny and I wanted him to fuck me."
"Did he?"
"Sure. A short while later he said he was going out, for cigarettes or something. I said I'd go along, for the ride. He drove to a dark, secluded place in a back country road and he fucked me in the back seat."
"My God!" said Ellen.
"I've been fucked a lot in a car," said Pamela, "mostly by my father. That's where he fucks Carol and Dorie, too, because we're seldom alone in the house."
"You mean your mother is there?" said Ellen.
"Yes. It's really a pain in the ass not being able to let her know that Dad fucks all three of his daughters, as well as her. We could have so much fun and freedom together as a family, if we could grab his cock whenever we felt like it, or he could get a handful of cunt, without worrying about Mom getting all shook up."
Ellen laughed. "Maybe she's trying too hard to set a good example for her three daughters. She used to be pretty wild and carefree, when she was single."
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if she was that way now?" said Pamela, "I'd love to get into bed with her, both of us naked, and find out if she's as hot and sexy as you are."
"I don't know if that will ever happen," said Ellen, "but there's one thing that's a dead certainty."
"What's that?" asked Pamela.
"That you and your father and your two sisters, can't keep on doing what you're doing forever . . . without your mother finding out about it."
"We're pretty careful," said Pamela.
"So were my son and I," said Ellen. "We thought no one would ever find out . . . but you did!"
Chapter Five
As Ellen was about to pull into her driveway, she noticed that her brother-in-law's car was not there. She smiled, wondering if that meant that he was parked on a back country road somewhere, fucking one of his daughters.
When she entered the house, it seemed to be empty, except for the sound of giggles and breathless words coming down the stairway. She didn't see anyone downstairs. Possibly her son and the girls were out somewhere. After all, it was
Saturday. But who was that upstairs? She decided to go up and see.
As quietly as she could, she began creeping up the stairs. Her heart pounding was the only sound that she made. .
At the top of the stairs, she recognized her sister's voice. The sounds coming from her room were quite distinct now. There was no mistaking that she was having sex with someone. Undoubtedly she and Paul were having an afternoon fuck, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one else in the house..
The urge to see the two of them fucking, came over Ellen and she didn't try too hard to resist the temptation. But she would have to be careful or she would blow a rare opportunity.
The idea of spying on her sister made Ellen's body tense. Her cunt was already moist. But most of the thrill was due to the hope of seeing some action. Since she rarely got any action of her own with her son, while her sister and her family were staying there, she would have to settle for sharing her sister's pleasure.
As Ellen moved along the hallway, she could see that her sister's door was partway open. Her sister's voice could be heard clearly and Ellen listened.
"Oh, lover, that's so nice, Mmmmmmm," Angie was saying.
It sounded to Ellen like her sister's voice was full of lust. She was really in a horny mood. Angie held her breath. This could be a very exciting thing to watch, Paul fucking Angie for all he was worth.
Ellen knew she would be embarrassed if she was caught spying on them, but the reward of seeing her sister and her husband in action was too good to pass up.
She was within inches of the doorway when she remembered that Paul's car wasn't in the driveway. If that wasn't Paul in the bedroom with Angie, then who-?
Brent! Her son Brent! Peeking around the doorframe, she was staring at her son Brent, stretched out beside the lovely, naked woman on the bed, her sister Angie! Her son was going to fuck his Aunt Angie!
Ellen's naked sister lay with her eyes closed,a dreamy look on her face while the boy's hands mauled her tits. Ellen could see blonde hair covering the mound of her cunt. The boy leaned over her and they got into some hot, passionate kissing.
Ellen felt her throat constrict and her blood pound in her temples. She had never expected to see anything like this, although her imagination had been full of similar scenes. Ellen's sister turned toward the boy beside her, unknowingly giving her sister Ellen a gorgeous full view of her bare ass.
Angie's solid, heart-shaped asscheeks rested on the bed and Ellen stared at them. She saw her son's hand move over them and give them a good feel. Then his arm tightened around his aunt and pulled her firmly against him. Ellen tried to imagine how he felt, having those luscious tits pressing on his chest.
She watched her son's hand on her sister's back slide down to her ass again. His fingers tightened on her pliant ass-flesh as he caressed it.
Angie suddenly lifted a leg, draping it over the boy's hip. Now from the doorway, Ellen could clearly see her sister's cunt beneath her ass. As she stared into that nest of blonde hair, she could see something else there. It was her son's busy fingers. That lucky boy of hers was wrapping his hand around his aunt's cunt and Ellen tried to imagine the sensation her son was experiencing.
While Ellen's son buried his face in the softness of his Aunt Angie's tits, his hand was busy on her pussy.
"Oh," Angie groaned. "Oh, Brent, darling, your finger feels so nice. You're getting me awfully hot."
The boy grinned at her. "You were plenty hot when we came in here, Aunt Angie!"
"Was I?" said Angie. "Well, I still am. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to fuck you!"
"With this?"
Ellen saw Angie's hand reach for the boy's cock, her fingers close around the hugely erect shaft.
"Sure," replied the boy, his air of confidence quite apparent. "Unless you'd rather I'd keep my finger in your cunt."
"I love your finger in my cunt," said Angie, "but I love this bone-hard monster even more. God, you're hung like my husband and I always thought he was way above average."
Ellen's son laughed. "That's what you always tell me, nearly every time I fuck you."
"Well, I just can't get over a boy your age being so magnificently well hung," said Angie, moving her fingers up and down on his shaft, her thumb brushing over the swollen head. "And you use it so well. God, when you fuck me I'm in heaven."
"Your girls tell me the same thing," said Brent. "I guess they like it as much as you do."
Ellen heard her sister gasp. "The girls? Which ones?"
"All three of them," said Brent.
"You've fucked ... my three daughters?" Angie said, looking astounded.
"Sure have. I guess they take after their mother. They really love to fuck."
"I had no idea," said Angie. "And here Fve been so careful, not to let them find out about us."
"Well, you've done a pretty good job of that," said Brent, "considering all the times we've fucked, since you've been here. Boy, you sure like a lot of cock, Aunt Angie."
"I like a lot of yours," said Angie, kissing him hotly.
Suddenly she pushed the boy onto his back and crawled beside his hip. Her fingers still wrapped around his cock, held it steady as she lowered her face toward it.
This was too much for Ellen, the voyeur at the door. She barely had time to pull up her skirt, get her hand onto her cunt and give it a quick rub, before she soared into an orgasm.
The incredible scene she was peering at seemed to make her climax the most powerful one of her life. Ellen's head swam in a stormy sea of ecstasy, while her cunt felt like it was glowing with heat.
As her climax subsided, she was amazed that the two on the bed hadn't discovered her peeking. How could they have missed such an explosion, especially when she whimpered and moaned like she did. But if it had been her on the bed, sucking her son's cock, she could have missed an atomic bomb going off.
"Here it comes, Aunt Angie! You're going to get a mouthful! Aaagh!"
When Ellen could see straight again, she realized that she had missed one of the high points of the show doing on in the bedroom. Angie lifted her head from the boy's prick she'd been sucking on and rolled onto her back with her legs wide apart.
Ellen's son was staring at his bone-hard prick in happy amazement.
"Hey, you're really something, Aunt Angie. You suck me off, then bring my cock right back up as stiff as it was before!"
"Do it to me, lover," she panted. "Give me your prick, all of it. Right up in my cunt as far as you can shove it."
The boy grinned at her as he climbed over her. "Gosh, you sure can take it, Aunt Angie. This is the fourth time today I've fucked you!"
"Yes, and the others may be back soon, so give me a good hard fuck, before they get here," said Angie breathlessly. "God, we may never get this good a chance again."
"We haven't done bad so far," said Ellen's son. "It's really funny how often we've been able to fuck, without getting caught at it."
"We've been lucky," agreed Angie.
"I sure was," said Brent. "Wow, I sure didn't expect to get my prick into your cunt, the very first day you were here!"
Angie laughed. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I just couldn't resist you."
"You sure loved my prick, when you hauled it out of my pants."
"And damned near got caught by my sister, while we were doing it standing up in the laundry room," said Angie.
The startling revelations Ellen was hearing as she stood by the door, made her head spin. Then her attention was taken up by the sight of her son's ass rising and falling, and the writhing twisting movements of Angie's ass as she helped him to get it in.
"God, Aunt Angie," the boy groaned excitedly. "Your cunt is as tight as Mom's!"
Ellen saw the startled look on Angie's face.
"You-fuck your mother?" she gasped.
"Well . . ." the boy said, his voice stammering. "I guess it's okay now if you know it. Sure. Mom and I fucked for nearly a whole year, up to the time you folks came here. Every night and every morning, and soon as I got home from school in the afternoons. On Saturdays and Sundays, we fucked every time we felt like it."
"My God!" exclaimed Angie. "Then Ellen is just as hot and sexy as she was when she was a teenager. I thought she'd become kind of strait-laced during her married years."
"Not Mom!" said Brent.
Angie laughed. "Oh, she and I are going to have lots to talk about now. It'll be like old times. Come on now, Brent! You're fucking me, remember?"
At the doorway, holding her skirt high, Ellen slipped her hand inside her panties, unable to resist playing with her cunt while she watched her son and her sister, fucking furiously on the bed.
It wasn't long until Brent was holding his Aunt Angie's ass up off the bed, so that she was resting on her shoulders and head. In that position her full firm tits sagged toward her shoulders and jiggled madly. Then he pounded his prick into her like he was never going to have another chance at her. They were both bouncing on the bed so energetically the springs sang along with their cries of pleasure.
"Ah," Angie cried out, grunting with each blow he gave her. "Give it to me, you incest-loving young bastard! You cousin-fucker! Mother fucker!"
"Aunt Angie-fucker!" Brent finished for her.
Ellen was teasing her cunt furiously. The tingling sensation of her last orgasm could still be felt. She was working hard to squeeze another climax from her aroused cunt. Harder and faster, her fingers moved. The ecstasy began to mount again.
" Darling! I'm coming!" Angie screamed.
"Ah!"
"Oh, Je-" Brent replied. "Aaagh!" The erotic sight of the two lovers rolling and bouncing on the bed, in the throes of their ecstasy, was all Ellen needed. She sailed into her second orgasm and even though she cried out in her pleasure, she had no worry that she'd be heard.
On the bed, Angie had thrown her arms out to the sides. Her legs kicked behind Brent's ass, and her head lashed from side to side. Piercing wails poured out of the room and into Ellen's ears. As she played with herself, she used all of the imaginative power she had to change places with her sister.
The fuckers' voices and movements reached a frantic pitch, then they collapsed. They lay there panting in bliss, while in the doorway, Ellen struggled to get herself calmed down.
She gave the two lovers on the bed a few moments to rest. Then she walked in on them.
"Ellen!" Angie shrieked.
"Mom!" Brent gasped.
The two of them on the bed, locked together in the aftermath of fucking, were too stunned to say more, or even move, as Ellen glared at them.
Then she removed her clothes.
Naked she got onto the bed and stretched out on her back, beside Angie and glared at her son.
"You're the moat unfaithful lover a woman could ever have," she said. "You've been having a ball, while I've been getting nothing from you. Now get the hell over here on top of me, or you're in big trouble. When your cock comes out of your Aunt Angle's cunt, it's better be bone-hard, because you have a lot to make up for!"
"Oh, Brent," Ellen groaned. "Give your mother a break. You haven't let me catch my breath once in the past hour."
"I thought I had to make up for what you missed," said her son.
"You do. But I didn't mean non-stop in one afternoon."
She glanced at her sister Angie who was lying beside her and trying not to laugh. She had watched everything that had gone on for the past hour between Ellen and her son. They had put on a thrilling show for her.
"Come on, Mom. Let me put it up your ass."
"Roll your Aunt Angie over and put your cock up her ass," said Ellen. "I'm content now to just watch for awhile."
Brent was easy to get along with. He grinned at her as he climbed off of her and grabbed his Aunt
Angie. Ellen's sister was quite cooperative, too. She flipped over on her stomach, got up on her knees and waved her ass invitingly at Ellen's son. Brent quickly locked onto it, with his two hands and his cock.
"Aaagh!" Angie bellowed. "Damn it kid, what's your hurry?"
"Oh. Sorry, Aunt Angie. You ail right?"
"Yes. I'm okay," Angie mumbled. "I was afraid you were going all the way to China on your first run."
Ellen couldn't help but laugh.
"What the hell's so funny?" came a booming voice from the doorway.
This time it was Paul, Angle's husband, who surprised them. Crowding into the room behind him, were his three teenage daughters.
"A party!" shrieked Carol. "Look! Brent has his prick up Mom's ass!"
Dorie crowded in by the side of the bed for a closer inspection. "Hey, that's neat. Just like Brent did it tome!"
"When did he ever do that to you?" Carol demanded.
"In the three weeks that we've been here," said Dorie. "More times than I've kept track of."
"He's never put it up my ass," Carol pouted.
"You never let him take it out of your mouth long enough for him to put it anywhere else," said Pamela, having to put her two cents worth in.
While Angie and Brent were at a loss for words, Ellen looked up at Paul and gave him a warm, loving smile. "You've been gone for quite a while, Paul. Which of your daughters were you fucking on a back country road this time?"
"You-you know?"
Paul looked a little shaken, not expecting that Ellen would blab about him and his daughters in front of his wife, Angie.
It finally sank though to Angie what Ellen was getting at. Pulling her face out of the pillow, where she had buried it like an ostrich when she heard her husband's voice, she looked at Ellen questioningly. She seemed oblivious just now to the fact that Brent was hanging onto her hips, with his cock thrust up to his balls in her asshole.
"What dc you mean, Ellen? Has he-?"
"Oh, I thought you knew," said Ellen sweetly. "He mentioned it to me one afternoon, while he was fucking me."
"You and my husband-have fucked?" said Angie, her voice rising.
"Yes," said Ellen. "If it hadn't been for your darling husband, I wouldn't have been fucked at all during these past three weeks, thanks to you and your daughters taking up all of my son's time."
"I don't believe all this," muttered Angie.
"If you don't believe it from where you are," said Ellen, "you should see yourself from here. If you're trying to shock your husband, I think you're succeeding. I'm a little shocked myself."
"Make the girls leave the room," said Angie, "so I can get your son off me and make myself presentable."
"Leave the room, girls," said Ellen, not sounding at all convincing.
"Like hell we will," said Pamela. "This is too good to miss."
"Yeah. I've never seen a guy fuck a woman up the ass before," said Carol.
"You've never seen a man and a woman fuck, period," Pamela told her.
"I did so!" said Carol defiantly. "I saw Brent fucking you on the couch the other morning, when you thought everybody was still upstairs in bed."
"You little snoop!" shrieked Pamela.
"And I saw him fuck you a couple of times before that, too. Want me to tell you when?"
"No!"
"I've never seen Mom getting fucked at all, until now," said Dorie.
"She doesn't look very happy about it," said Carol.
"That's because she's shy," said Pamela. "She has an audience now and she's having stage fright."
"Some stage," said Dorie.
"They'd be a sensation at the Palladium," said Carol.
"What's the matter, Paul?" said Ellen, smiling up at him. "At a loss for words? You didn't tell us yet, which one of the girls you fucked in the car this afternoon."
"Well, I-"
"It was me," said Pamela.
Ellen opened her legs and smiled invitingly at Paul. "Why don't you take off your clothes and stay awhile?"
"Yes, Dad," chimed in Pamela with enthusiasm. "Strip off and get on top of Aunt Ellen."
He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough to suit the girls. They practically ripped them off his back.
"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Carol, when she saw her father naked. "Look at the size of Dad's cock!"
"I guess he really wants Aunt Ellen bad," said Dorie.
"Poor Aunt Ellen," said Carol. "Is she ever going to get it now."
"Don't worry," said Pamela. "Dad's cock has been there before."
Ellen held out her arms invitingly as Paul climbed between her thighs. Her legs were already parted in anticipation. She spread them wider.
"Come to me, lover," Ellen murmured. "Give me your cock. Put it in my cunt."
"In here?" asked Paul, slipping about four inches in out of sight.
"Oh, yes!" Ellen cried out. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him fiercely.
"I think Aunt Ellen is really hot for Dad's cock," said Carol, observing them closely.
"Isn't that the truth," agreed Doric
"Oh, you big handsome brute," Ellen babbled, covering his face with hot, eager kisses, oblivious to her sister Angie and her son alongside them. "I love your big wonderful cock! I love you!"
"Oh, baby," Paul panted. "I've had a hot thing for you for a long time."
"Me too, lover," said Ellen, breathing hard. "If you weren't married to my sister, I'd grab onto you for my very own and fuck you to death."
"What a way to go . . ."
"It might take forty years, but wouldn't it be fun?" Ellen said, laughing happily.
Paul poked his prick further into her and they began their ride to wild sensational rapture.
"I think the girls are getting quite an eyeful," panted Ellen.
"It'll further their education," grunted Paul.
The hot lips of Ellen's cunt wrapped around his thrusting prick and they rocked on the mattress alongside Angie and Ellen's son, in a wild and wonderful crazy rhythm.
Panting and gasping, they twisted, ground, reached and thrust on the tottering edge of bliss, holding onto that nerve-dazzling splendor of naked, greedy lust.
"Oh, your prick feels so good . . ."
"I love your hot pussy . . ."
In the meantime, the activity on the bed alongside Ellen and Paul, became more frantic. Carol noticed it and dashed to the other side of the bed.
"Look!" she exclaimed. "Brent is sweating and getting red in the face. I think he's about to shoot his load up Mom's ass!"
Dorie and Pamela quickly joined her.
"You're right," said Pamela. "That's what he always looks like, when he's about to shoot his load into my cunt."
"Me, too," agreed Dorie.
"When he shoots off into me," said Carol, "I'm too busy to notice what he looks like."
"Aaaggghhh," groaned Brent, driving his loins into Angle's upturned ass.
"Help him," said Pamela.
"How?" asked Dorie.
"Tickle his balls."
"No. I'd rather lick them," said Carol, bringing her head in close between Brent's legs.
"You put your head down in there," Pamela warned, "and you're apt to get it wrung like a chicken."
"Yeah," said Dorie. "When they go off, they might clamp their legs shut and that would be the end of you." Carol tickled his balls instead.
"Aaagh!"
The girls watched wide-eyed as Brent pumped his fluids into their mother's ass. Suddenly he went limp on top of her and his weight carried her down onto the bed on her stomach. They lay there panting and gasping, while Ellen and Paul beside them, were really getting into it.
Finally Brent pulled his cock out of Angle's ass and rolled off the bed.
"Hey, where you going, Brent?" asked Dorie. "To take a shower ..." said Brent. "I'll go with you," said Pamela, "and help you wash off your sexy smell."
"I can manage . . ." said Brent, heading for the bedroom door.
"Hey! Wait up!" said Pamela, frantically pulling her clothes off and dashing nakedly after him. "What's the matter? Does it embarrass you to have a girl see your shitty cock?"
After a while, when the action on the bed began to simmer down a little, Carol wandered out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, to see if she was missing anything. In a moment, she dashed back into the bedroom.
"Hey, Dorie! Come on and see what's going on in the bathroom. Brent is fucking Pamela in the shower!"
But Dorie didn't seem to be interested. She had stripped herself naked and was climbing oh top of her mother, into her outstretched inviting arms. Soon they were hugging and kissing, while rubbing their pussies together.
Carol stripped naked, then stood there as though undecided which way to go. Finally, she made up her mind and hurried into the bathroom, then into the shower with Brent and Pamela.
Chapter Six
At the breakfast table the next morning, if a stranger had looked in on them, he'd have been certain they were all high on something. No one could just naturally be that happy, and not all of them at the same time.
The judgement would have been partly correct. Ellen, her son and their house guests were high on fucking. Though always a cheerful group at the meal table, this morning they were exuberant.
"Brent," said Paul, looking at him with a very sober expression on his face. "We have a serious situation here. There are five luscious, hot and sexy females here and only two of us. We're outnumbered two and a half to one. Very formidable odds. Do you think we can handle it?"
Brent thought for a moment, looked at Paul with just as serious an expression and replied, "Well . . . I think we should take a shot at it."
That seemed to be everyone's philosophy for living together after that.
Since the Todd family had been there for almost four weeks, it was decided that there would be a change in sleeping arrangements for the next four weeks. This was agreeable to all, so every night thereafter, Ellen went to bed with her brother-in-law Paul. Long before the four weeks were up, the inevitable happened. Ellen was so deeply in love with her sister's husband that she couldn't ever bear the thought of being without him. Her sister, Angie, was quite nice about it. She felt there was plenty of Paul for both of them.
During those four weeks, Ellen's son Brent slept with Angie, which is why she never once felt deprived of her husband. She had adequate compensation.
The three girls got their fucking from both males during the daytime. There was a new freedom now in the way they went about it. They didn't have to be secretive and sneak away somewhere to fuck. They did it when they pleased and where it suited them. If Brent was fucking Carol on the couch and the others wanted to watch, that was fine.
Ellen was quite pleased with the way things had worked out.
When life went on like this for several weeks and got to be routine, someone suggested a party, to liven things up a little.
"What kind of a party can we have?" asked Carol. "What would we do that we don't do now?"
"Yes," said Pamela. "What would be different about it?"
"Well for one thing," said Dorie, "what we need are three more cocks, to even things up. Then' we can switch around."
"Great for us," said Pamela, "but ho-hum for Dad and Brent."
"I see what you mean," said Carol. "If it was a swinging party and they ended up with one of us, it would be like getting your own wife to fuck, which you do anyway."
Angie laughed. "Crudely put, but all too true. At a swinger's party, a man wants to fuck his neighbor's wife, not his own."
"That's right," said Ellen. "We need say, two more coupVes after titfA, Vo %m out meu tete, a little variety in pussy."
"I've got an idea for the cocks," said Paul. "I know this guy where I work, Max Hatke. He's a widower and he has two teenage boys, Phil and Greg."
Brent and the girls all said they knew the boys, who went to the same high school and they all approved of them.
"But will the father bring them to a swinging party?" asked Ellen.
Paul grinned at her. "It won't be a swinging party until after they've been here for awhile and you girls pounce on them."
"Hey! There's the theme for the party," said Ellen. "Seduction. Since we're going to seduce this father and his two sons, we'll do the same for the two couples we invite. We'll invite two couples who aren't swingers and the game will be to see if Angie and I and the three girls, can get the two husbands away from their wives, while Paul and Brent see if they can get their cocks into the pussies of the two wives."
"Now that's a party!" cheered Paul.
"Yeah! I'm for that!" said Brent.
"You would be," said Pamela, sounding irritated. "You'd fuck every woman on this street and every girl in high school, if they'd let you!"
She bounced out ot the kitchen and upstairs. A moment later, Brent got up and went after her.
"What was that all about?" asked Paul.
"Haven't you noticed?" asked Angie. "Our daughter has a terrific crush on Ellen's son. It's not just plain ordinary everyday fucking with her. She's absolutely crazy about him."
"And jealous, it looks like," said Paul.
"Maybe. A little," said Angie.
"She's such a wonderful girl," said Ellen.
"I guess it really got involved when we changed our sleeping arrangements again," said Angie. "After I'd been sleeping with Brent those four weeks, then he and Pamela went to bed together every night since then ... I presume that's when it really got deep."
"Christ, he must have been really priming her, to make her feel that way," said Paul.
"You should talk, you thoughtless bastard," said Angie, not unkindly. "Ellen went to bed with you every night for a month and now she feels the same way about you as Pamela feels about Brent. Both Ellen and I are in love with you and do you care? Not a bit. You're just ungrateful, that's what you are."
"The hell I ami" replied Paul getting up from the table. He put his arms around both Ellen and Angie and hugged them. "Just because I'm not good with words, doesn't mean I don't have feelings about both of you. I've been giving you two a message with my cock, but you don't seem to get it."
Ellen laughed. "Haven't you been married to her long enough to know when Angie's pulling your leg?"
Paul glared at Angie. "Well, don't scare me like that!"
"Hey!" said Carol, sounding impatient. "Are you three going to stand there all day smooching, or are we going to plan this party?"
"There's nothing more to plan, dear," said Ellen, smiling at her. "It's set for next Saturday night. Angie and I will pick out two likely looking couples and Paul will invite Max and his two sons."
"What Ellen means," said Angie to Paul, "is that we're going to find two men that we both like and if you don't like their wives-tough shit!"
"There you go," said Paul. "Pulling my leg again."
Angie's hand moved down and Paul let out a yelp.
"That isn't your leg I'm pulling, dear," said Angie. "It's your cock!"
On Saturday Ellen, her son Brent and their house guests, sat down to an early supper. When it was over, they scurried around, got the dishes washed and put away, then had the kitchen neat and tidy a good two hours before Max Hatke and his two sons were due to arrive.
While Paul was at the bar, mixing drinks for Ellen, Angie and himself, young Brent got the party off to an early start by whisking Pamela off to his bedroom upstairs and having her all to himself.
Ellen knew he'd have been content to keep her there all night with him, and Pamela wasn't the least bit unhappy about that prospect either. But as far as Ellen was concerned, he and Pamela had wanted the party as much as anyone else, and they were going to hold up their end of it. They could go through their lovey-dovey routine after it was over.
"Okay, you two," when she rudely burst in on them. "You've been writhing, rolling and humping together for the better part of two hours. The guests will be starting to arrive shortly."
While Ellen was talking to the naked teenagers, Paul came into the bedroom and on seeing his delectable daughter spread out naked on the bed, his eyes lit up in a way that wasn't at all fatherly. Ellen could see right away that he wanted a little of that particular piece of action for himself.
"Brent, if I may make a suggestion," he said. "How about you getting your clothes on and going downstairs with your mother? I'd like to have a little talk with my daughter, before the guests get here."
Good naturedly Brent dressed and went out into the hall with Ellen. Before closing the bedroom door, Ellen took one last look and saw Paul, now naked, climb on the bed and put his prick up into Pamela's open waiting cunt.
An hour later Ellen saw Paul and his daughter coming down the stairs as she went to answer the chiming of the doorbell.
"You must be Max Hatke," she said, smiling at the pleasant, middle-aged man who was standing between two equally handsome teenage boys. "Come in."
As Ellen closed the door behind them, she saw the older boy, Phil, take one look at Pamela and from that moment on, he didn't see anything or anyone else. Paul lost no time in getting a drink into Max's hand, after he introduced him to Ellen and Angie.
Right after that, Clyde Ulmer and his sexy looking wife, Louise, arrived and Ellen led them into the living room where the others were and introduced them around, while Paul filled their hands with booze.
As the adults sat around with drinks in their hands, discussing politics, the shape the stock market was in and how crab grass was a bitch to get rid of, Ellen looked at Carol, Dorie and Pamela, then at the boys. Whatever was on their minds, it sure wasn't crab grass.
"Perhaps you girls would prefer to entertain the boys in the family room," Ellen said quietly to Carol, "where you can discuss something more thrilling than insecticides."
The girl was so thrilled at her suggestion, she gave Ellen a big hearty kiss. As soon as Dorie passed the invitation along to the Hatke boys, they were on their feet in a hurry.
Ellen could read her son like a book. He fully intended to grab Pamela and hold her protectively, perhaps even selfishly. But he was being introduced to the Ulmers and he couldn't get away fast enough. When he turned, the girls were leading the boys out of the living room and Brent and Ellen saw Phil's hand move onto Pamela's shapely ass. Brent looked a little upset.
Moments later, Joe and Vivian Warner arrived. The Warners, thinking this was a respectable neighborly get-together, brought their two teenage daughters along.
Both girls were lovely, but the older one, Eva, was a living doll. Brent had told Ellen how he had given the girl a quick feel in the hallway at high school. From the way the girl was staring at Brent, apparently Eva had a warm spot in her heart or elsewhere, for him ever since. Ellen saw him hurry the girl upstairs, undoubtedly to show her his collection of pornographic pictures and anything else she might want to look at.
Ellen didn't miss the fact that Paul was performing his bartending duties with one eye on the other Warner girl, Julie. As soon as he had everyone loaded up with booze, he grabbed Julie up before the teenage boys in the family room could find out she was there, and took her upstairs. Ellen knew he intended to steer her into one of the remaining bedrooms, fearful that they might soon be all occupied, if he didn't get the girl into one quick.
When they came down the stairs and back into the living room, an hour and a half later, Ellen took a good look at the girl. From the look on Julie's face, it was very evident she knew quite well now what kind of a party she was at and was eager for anything. She walked straight over to Max Hatke, sat down on his lap and gave him a hot, sexy kiss. Then she asked him if he'd like to go upstairs with her.
Ellen almost laughed, seeing how Max got up while trying not to be obvious about it, then followed the girl out of the room. Ellen glanced over at the girl's mother, fearful that Vivian Warner would hotly object, but the woman hadn't seen a thing. She was much too busy keeping an eye on her husband, Joe, whom Angie was encouraging to make advances to her.
When Ellen's son came down the stairs, a full two hours after he'd taken Eva Warner up them, the girl was clinging to his arm and on her face was the expression that every girl gets, when she has just found out that she's in love.
Ellen watched, her son lead her into the living room, seat her among the other guests, then excuse himself. Ellen knew where he was headed and she followed him. He was off to the family room, to see if Pamela was behaving herself. He didn't get that far. Pamela was on the carpeted floor of the dining room, under the table.
Phil Hatke was on top of her, driving his prick into her and having a merry old time. From the movements Pamela was making and the passionate words she was uttering, it was clear even to Brent, that she didn't want to be disturbed.
He walked back toward the living room with such haste, he almost knocked Ellen over.
"Girls are an unfaithful lot!" he told her miserably.
Ellen saw him go up the stairs two at a time and she decided he either had to go to the bathroom in a hurry, or he wanted to sulk. If it was the latter, she would give him a little time to himself, then she would go up and get him.
While Brent was upstairs, Eva was .momentarily alone. Ellen came back into the living room in time to see Paul come to the girl's rescue by pulling her down onto his lap and slipping his hand up between her warm thighs while they fondled and kissed each other.
Ellen glanced across the room to see how the girl's mother would take that. But by this time, the booze Vivian had consumed was blurring her senses. If she had noticed at all, maybe she didn't even realize it was her own daughter over there, getting her pussy fingered and felt.
With the exception of Eva, the party for awhile, had a very obvious division, Ellen noticed. The teenagers were in the family room, quite likely doing what comes naturally-and the adults were in the living room, wanting to do the same thing, but having to drown their inhibitions in alcohol first, before they could get on with it.
Then Eva sitting on Paul's lap, having had her pussy titillated by his fingers, was ready to go upstairs again. She and Paul got to their feet. With one arm around the girl, he reached out for Ellen and pulled her to him, then gave her a playful kiss.
"You're a wonderful hostess, Ellen," he said.
"Great party."
"You're not leaving?" Ellen teased.
"I'm taking this lovely creature upstairs, to see if there is still a bedroom vacant."
With that, he and Eva deserted the living room crowd for the fucking side of the party.
To Ellen it was then apparent that the living room party had a problem. It was possible that the guests might pass out from the alcohol before they got their courage up sufficiently for panties to come down and zippers to be undone. They might all bomb out before they got their clothes off and did something sexy.
Ellen had no sooner sat down in an easy chair to brood about how she could steer this group along on the path they were supposed to take, than suddenly the party got an unexpected push. Clyde Ulmer accidentally slopped a full glass of booze into the exposed cleavage of Vivian Warner's ample-sized tits. The low-cut dress she was wearing gave easy access to her enticingly* full, round tits, and Clyde, never one to let good booze go to waste, plunged his face into her cleavage in a frantic effort to lap it up.
"Ohhhhhhh, that tickles!" Vivian giggled and quickly assisted him by slipping down her shoulder straps and baring her body to her waist.
Clyde then dragged her down onto the carpeted floor and sucked on he gorgeous tits in earnest. Vivian wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight in case he might try to get away. While she giggled and shrieked merrily, she kicked up her legs, revealing to everyone in the room that she wasn't wearing panties.
Right at that moment, Ellen's son Brent came back into the room and got a look at a naked cunt he hadn't seen before. He lost all control, went down on his knees and buried his face in Vivian's humid pussy.
The lady's husband, Joe Warner, got very upset about all this and damned well intended to do something about it, especially about that kid lapping his wife's cunt. Ellen, seeing what was about to happen and eager to save her dear son's life, caught Joe's attention.
Without getting up from the easy chair, Ellen gave him the eye as she opened her legs, letting him know he could do the same to her, if he wanted to go after it. Joe wanted very much to do what was proper and rescue his wife, even if she didn't want to be rescued, but Ellen's luscious cunt was too good to pass up. He literally dived between her parted legs and thrust his face into her warm, moist pussy, and Ellen moaned happily with Joe's head bobbing up and down between her thighs.
"Oh, God, Joe-you're making me-ah!"
* Ellen couldn't help; it.:'She }had to let out that shriek, before she fell back limp in the chair, panting and gasping. Joe went right on chewing on her cunt.
She was vaguely aware that she wasn't the only one who needed to scream. On the floor at her feet, Vivian Warner writhed and wriggled, one hand clutching Clyde Ulmer's head to her jiggling tits. Her other hand held Brent's head securely on her cunt. To further entrap him, she wrapped her legs around him, pressing her warm, soft, inner thighs tightly against his ears.
"Oh, God!" she cried out. "I've never had it this good! Oh! Ah! Eei! Ah!"
As soon as she could summon the strength, Ellen grabbed Joe's head and lifted his face away from her cunt.
"Ood, Joe, where have you been hiding?" said Ellen. "If I had known there was someone like you in this neighborhood, who could eat pussy like that -Damn! There were times when I could have really used you!"
"Well, I'm here, baby," said Joe, giving her a big grin. "My wife isn't watching, so let's get on with it."
"Maybe later, Joe," said Ellen. "I'm the hostess. I have to see to it that all my guests are having a good time. Some of them are shy you know, like you are. But I'll bet Louise Ulmer oVer there, would appreciate a good cunt lapping. And now is a good time, since her husband is so busy mauling your wife's tits!"
Joe looked over at Louise, sitting beside Angie. "Yeah. She's a hell of a fine-looking woman."
With the courage that came from the booze he had downed, Joe scrambled across the room and knelt at Louise's feet. Without giving the lady even a clue as to what he was up to, Joe lifted her skirt up around her waist and discovered she was wearing panties. That didn't faze him in the slightest. He pulled them down from around her hips, dragging her ass out to the edge of the easy chair in the process.
The'next thing Louise knew, he had her legs up in the air and spread wide apart. Then he thrust his face onto her excited cunt like he was in a watermelon eating contest and pressed for time.
The frantic activity on the floor in front of the couch, caught Ellen's attention. Vivian Warner was going crazy. With Clyde Ulmer sucking on her tits and Brent gorging himself on her cunt, she was screaming her way through one orgasm after another.
Ellen could see that Clyde was getting a little frustrated. He obviously wanted to do more than suck tit all night. He wanted to fuck but he couldn't, because of Ellen's son between Vivian's legs, hogging her pussy. He raised his head from the woman's tits and looked around the room. Then he saw a glorious sight. That luscious looking Angie Todd was smiling at him and taking off her clothes.
Chapter Seven
Ellen's son, Brent, as soon as he saw he had Mrs. Warner all to himself, pushed his pants and under-shorts down to his knees, crawled up over her and shoved his prick into her.
"Oh, baby!" Vivian howled.
Where before Vivian had her thighs locked around the young man's head, now her legs were wrapped around his ass.
"You like that?" Ellen heard her son ask.
"Oh, you young devil!" Vivian giggled in her happiness. "No one has ever been in me this deep before!"
"Not even your husband?"
"Especially not my husband!"
"Well, you live just down the street from us, Mrs. Warner," said Ellen's son, "so it'll be real easy for me to slip into your place and give you what you need." He gave her a few extra-deep thrusts, to make sure she knew what he meant.
Ellen almost laughed. That was so like her son. As soon as he found something good, he did his best to hang onto it.
"Oh, we must be very careful if we do that, dear," Vivian told him in a confidential tone. "Because of my daughters, you know. Eva is very fond of you."
"Don't worry about Eva," said Brent, pumping away. "I'll give it to her, too. And as for Julie, I'll fuck her before this party is over."
That wasn't what Mrs. Warner meant at all. Somehow in her booze and sex-fuddled mind, she still had the idea her two daughters were quite virtuous.
"Oh, Brent," she murmured, unable to concentrate on her daughters' imagined chastity while this teenage boy was thrilling the hell out of her. "I just love what you're doing to me. I just wish we could be doing it in private, so there would be no danger of my two daughters seeing us."
"Oh, don't worry about them," said Brent. "They're both upstairs."
"Oh? What are they doing up there?"
"Getting fucked. What else?"
"Oh! How can you say that?"
"Well, they aren't in this room," said Brent. "And neither is Max Hatke and my Uncle Paul. That means they're upstairs, fucking your two daughters!"
"Oh, my God!" gasped Mrs. Warner. "How long have they been up there?"
"I don't know about Julie," said Ellen's son, "but I guess Eva went back up there after I fucked her."
"You-you've fucked my daughter?"
"Sure. About four times-after she sucked me off."
Whether Vivian Warner heard the last of Brent's revelations, was hard for Ellen to determine. The lovely lady was sailing over the edge, into her orgasm.
"Oh! Eei! Oh, Brent, you wonderful, young fucker! Eeei!"
"Jeez, Mrs. Warner! Aagh! Aaagh!"
Ellen, listening and watching Vivian and her son, just had to congratulate the dear woman for being such a good sport and helping to make her party a success. Getting down on her knees, she put her head close to Vivian's to talk to her.
"Oh, Vivian dear, you look like you're having such a good time," said Ellen.
"Oh," Vivian moaned softly, trying to recover from, the most shattering orgasm she ever remembered having, and struggling to catch her breath, while Ellen's son lay sprawled on top of her. "What must my husband Joe think of my behavior?"
Ellen raised her head and looked around the room. At the far end, Joe with Louise Ulmer, was rolling around on the floor, their arms and legs entwined about each other.
"He probably hasn't had time to think about it one way or another," said Ellen. "He and Louise Ulmer are fucking like crazy."
Vivian Warner looked stunned.
"I hope my son is giving you a good time," said Ellen sweetly, "because your husband sure did a great job of eating my pussy. Did you hear me scream awhile ago? He nipped my clit, the horny bastard!"
Getting to her feet, Ellen decided it would be a good idea to look in on the family room, to make sure the teenagers were being civilized.
Just then Pamela came into the room, looking a little rumpled, as though she'd just got laid. Now that her lust for Phil Hatke was satisfied, she apparently was ready now to get back to being faithful to Brent. Then she saw him on top of Mrs. Warner, eagerly plowing her cunt again.
Pamela stifled a sob, dashed from the room and ran upstairs. Ellen stood there, shaking her head.
At the other end of the living room, Clyde Ulmer rolled off of Angie Todd's naked body and onto the floor, panting and gasping. Angie had drained him. There was little doubt that he was finished for awhile. Angie got to her feet and came over to Ellen to complain about these one-shot romeos.
Just as she began to tirade, Phil Hatke came in from the dining room. Having recovered from his romp with Pamela, he had decided that was really hot stuff and he wanted more of her. He came into the living room looking for her and ran smack into Angie, naked, hot and ready. They made eyes at each other and Phil tore off his clothes. When he turned around, Angie was stretched out on the couch, waiting for him. He sailed onto her and connected, like a plug on a lamp being plugged into a wall socket. Both of them lit up.
Ellen started for the family room, shaking her head again.
In the family room, Ellen saw that Greg Hatke was alone with Carol and Dorie, since his brother Phil had crawled under the dining room table with
Pamela to fuck her and was now in the living room having a romp on the couch with Angie.
The two girls had Greg stripped naked and were naked themselves. Greg was on his back on the carpeted floor with Carol's hot moist cunt covering his mouth. Behind her, Dorie straddled him, impaled on his cock. Since all Ellen could see was his big, hairy balls wedged tightly in the crack of Doric's ass, she assumed the girl had all of Greg's cock she could possibly get.
Seeing her standing there didn't startle them, so she remained there watching the show they put on, while they screamed, shrieked, panted and groaned their way through one orgasm after another. Then to add a little variety to their activities, Carol and Dorie changed places and Greg got the benefit of tasting his own juices, oozing out of Dorie's cunt that she was crushing onto his mouth.
"Why don't you kids come into the living room now?" Ellen suggested when the three teenagers tired of the position they were in. "The party up there has caught up to the party back here and it might be fun to merge."
She went on back to the living room, while the three teenagers made up their mind whether to join in or go it by themselves.
On entering the living room, she saw that the party had indeed made progress. Everyone was naked, so she quickly pulled off her clothes so as not to be accused of being a party pooper. Max Hatke and Paul had brought the Warner girls back downstairs.
Then Pamela, having decided that grieving over an unfaithful lover wasn't much fun, returned to the party. It surprised her to see everyone naked, but she quickly got out of her clothes. No sooner had she done so than Joe Warner dumped her onto the floor and shoved his prick up into her. It took her a moment to get over the surprise, then she was delighted.
Ellen saw that Angie, to pass the time, had Clyde Ulmer's head securely held between her thighs. Her husband, Paul, noticing her actions, was pleased to see his spouse enjoying herself.
"Nothing like a little group physical therapy to brighten everyone's spirits," he said to Vivian Warner, who quickly pointed out to him that her pussy was in urgent need of attention.
Ellen laughed when she saw Carol, Dorie and Greg come into the room to join the party. On seeing that everyone there was bare-assed naked, they realized they'd put their clothes on for nothing and had to strip all over again.
Young Greg Hatke, whom Ellen learned had been on the make for Julie Warner for nearly a year without any success, suddenly found the girl was quite receptive to him. They soon disappeared from the living room, having decided their newfound relationship would thrive much better upstairs in one of the bedrooms.
Ellen was pleased to see her son having such a good time. While Louise Ulmer knelt before him and sucked his cock, Brent had his hands full. One hand was holding Eva Warner's curvacious ass, the other was grasping Dorie's shapely buns. Both girls pressed their tits up tight against him while they covered his face, neck and chest with kisses.
When Ellen looked at Carol, she saw that the girl was almost as busy as Brent was. She was on her knees in front of Phil Hatke, sucking his cock as he was sprawled in an easy chair. Behind her was Phil's father, Max, holding the girl by her ass, fucking her doggy style.
It was all so interesting to watch, Ellen hated to leave it, but she had to get upstairs to the bathroom, to give her kidneys some relief.
Rushing through the door, she plopped onto the seat of the John and let her water gush, before she saw that the bathroom was occupied by Julie and Greg. Julie was caught in the act of letting Greg give her a good wash between her legs and she looked very embarrassed.
"Sorry, kids," said Ellen matter-of-factly, "but when you gotta go, you gotta go."
Ellen's explanation did little to soothe the girl who wasn't accustomed to sharing a bathroom with anyone, much less someone who was pissing in front of her boyfriend. The fact that the boy had his hands all over her ass, made her feel like she'd been caught in the act of doing something dirty. Actually she was in the act of doing something clean. Greg was washing her cunt, the crack of her ass and her asshole.
As soon as Greg had dried her sexual parts with a towel, the blushing girl hastily departed from the bathroom. Ellen pulled the door closed behind her and got to her feet, blocking the boy's departure.
"You aren't in any hurry, are you, dear?" asked Ellen in a low, sensuous voice, as her arms entwined about the boy's neck. "God, you're a good-looking kid, you know that?"
Her mouth pressed onto his and she gave him a kiss hot enough to singe his hair. Her tongue darted inside his mouth and stayed there. Pressing up against him, she felt his cock spring into life and her heart beat faster as she realized what an impressive length he had.
"Greg? Are you coming?" said a voice through the door.
"Yeah ..."
"You've been busy with teenage pussy all evening, lover," said Ellen throatily. "How about finding out what a mature woman is like, one who's really hot for you?"
"Greg . . . ?"
"Uh . . . In a minute ..."
His hands around her waist moved onto Ellen's ass and fondled the shapely well rounded cheeks. Ellen smiled excitedly. The fox Was about to snare a rabbit.
"Mmmmmm, that's it, lover. Feel my ass," she whispered lewdly. "I love the feel of your hands on my ass. You're going to feel me all over ... my tits ... my cunt ..."
"Greg!"
"Uh . . . You go ahead, Julie. I'll be along . . .
after awhile ..."
"Mminmmm," murmured Ellen, after she'd covered his face, neck and shoulders with kisses. "I'm going to take you into my bedroom and lock the door behind us. Then you're going to fuck me in every position you know about, and a few that I'm going to show you."
She soon had the boy so worked up he could hardly wait to get started.
"In a little while, darling," she murmured. "We'll give your girlfriend out there a few minutes to get the idea that I want you all to myself. Then we'll go."
She went back to kissing him, then pulled his face down: onto: her tits.; Greg sucked:on- them like: it was the first time he'd ever been that close to a pair of tits.
"My God, darling," Ellen gasped. "You act like you're starved. Didn't you get any tit sucking from Carol and Dorie, or from Julie?"
"Oh, sure," said Greg. "But they're not like these. Your tits are fabulous!"
"Darling," she said after awhile. "Let's take a shower together."
"Sure!" said Greg with a big grin.
"You go ahead and adjust the water, while I tuck my hair into a shower cap," said Ellen.
As soon as Ellen got into the shower with him, Greg began having the time of his life. He coated her with a thick creamy lather of soap from her neck to her knees. He spent a lot of time lathering up her tits, until Ellen was hot enough to go up the wall. Then he spent just as much time soaping her cunt.
It was more than Ellen could stand. She climaxed while he was working his finger around her asshole.
"Ah! Oh! Ah ..."
Greg couldn't resist the temptation. He thrust his finger up her ass while Ellen clung frantically to the towel bar.
"Sorry dear," said Ellen panting. "You spend too much time fooling around. I couldn't wait for you,"
"I didn't know you had to leave on schedule/' said Greg, grinning at her. "Next time I'll climb on board first and then fool around."
"Very funny," said Ellen, sticking her tongue out at him.
Turning her back to him for a moment, Ellen was suddenly grabbed from behind. Young Greg's arms encircled her as his stiffly erect cock pressed into the groove between the shapely globes of her ass. Taking the hint, she bent over, placing her feet wide apart. Greg did the rest. With his hands on her hips, the head of his cock pressed in past the lips of her cunt. In a moment, Ellen had the entire length up in her, right to his balls.
"Oh, that's it, honey," she said, feeling good all over. "Now you can fool around as much as you want."
Ellen was in seventh heaven with the teenager's cock buried in her cunt, as Greg put it to her doggy style. She knew she couldn't take too much of what he was doing to her, it felt too good. Already she was feeling stabs of pleasure shooting through her.
She humped her ass back against his loins and wriggled her hips frantically. Inside her head, images of what they must look like together, flashed lik& a pornographic movie on a screen. The sheer ecstasy of what young Greg was doing to her with his cock, drove her closer and closer to the brink. Before she realized it, she felt a rising tingle in her cunt, an exciting itch. Then it happened. The flood of pleasure was almost more than she could stand. Ellen thrust her ass into the young boy's groin. She ground her throbbing wet pussy onto his cock and rode the crest of her orgasm.
"Oh, lover! Give it to me! Ah!"
"Jeez, Mrs. Harden! Uuugh!"
Ellen was so hot and so far gone, it was all she could do to keep on her feet as Greg rammed her with his hard prick. She could feel his load gushing up into her. Huge gobs of it.
"Ah! Eeei!"
She was making noises in her throat and thrashing about wildly. He had his arms under and around her, holding onto her tightly. She wanted him to cling to her like that forever.
The boy's bone-hard prick never left Ellen's cunt. He kept right on pounding away at her, holdling her by her ass and then by her shoulders, seemingly unaffected by the torrent of hot cream he had shot into her ass.
It wasn't long until Ellen realized there was a strong possibility he'd bring her into another orgasm, even before his prick spurted a second time into her cunt.
Ellen knew it was coming.;She,could tell by the way that she felt and she wriggled her hot, little ass even more. Her hips undulated and she pushed her cunt back onto his cock. Greg tightened his hold on her and really put it to her.
Suddenly she was there, Ellen could hear the boy shrieking with the intense pleasure and passion he was feeling. He gave her cunt another flood of hot juice. With a fierce grip on her writhing ass, he drilled his cock into her cunt, trying to gallantly give it all to her. In that same instant Ellen felt an intense erotic sensation that seemed to explode in her cunt, as the juice from the head of Greg's cock spurted into her heated pussy.
"Ah! Eei! Oh!"
"You luscious cunt! Uuuh! Uuugh!"
"Will you listen to them in there?" said a voice in the bathroom, on the other side of the glass shower door.
"Maybe the water's too hot," suggested another voice.
Ellen heard water splashing into the John. "Let's not disturb them," said one voice.
"On the other hand," said the other voice. "Let's!"
The shower door suddenly came open and Angie stuck her head in. "I might have known," she said. "It had to be my sister. Who else screams like that, when she's getting fucked?"
"Is it Ellen?" asked Vivian Warner, trying to peer over Angle's shoulder.
Without any further hesitation, Angie stepped into the shower and Vivian crowed in behind her.
"Hey, you two are sure getting it on," said Angie. "I hope we're not intruding."
"And if we are," said Vivian with a laugh, "tough shit!"
"I'm amazed," said Angie. "This kid is still on his feet. And quite active, too, after all the poor boy's been through. Carol and Dorie told me what all they did with him in the family room. The heartless little twerps!"
In the crowded shower stall, Ellen was still feeling intense pleasure from her orgasm and frpm the grunting, gasping sounds Greg was making, so was he. When he finally slipped his prick out of Ellen's cunt, both Angie and Vivian gave him their loving attention. They soaped him all over, working up a thick lather on him, especially on his cock.
Angie and Vivian gave so much time and attention to Greg's prick and balls, they soon had his cock standing up again.
Ellen grinned good naturedly at the two women who were mauling her young lover. The boy seemed not to mind at all. One hand was feeling Angie's tits while his other was exploring Vivian's ass. It was quite obvious to Ellen that her plans to get the boy into her bedroom where she would have him all to herself, were shot to hell. So there seemed little point in staying in the shower and getting in the way. Giving her cunt a quick wash, she opened the door and stepped out.
"Hey! You leaving?" asked Angie.
"Yes. I got mine," said EUen, drying herself off. "Hope I left enough for you. If I didn't, well, that's the way the mop flops."
"Thanks a lot. Don't go away mad," said Vivian.
"Fuck you, too," said Ellen, pulling off her shower cap and then combing her hair.
Back in the living room, Ellen watched her son Brent for awhile. He was a good mixer. Not content to hang onto Eva Warner all evening, he left her in the hands of Clyde Ulmer, who was anxious to try out her teenage cunt. Then Brent circulated among the ladies, sucking on tits of various shapes and sizes and fingering cunts, also in a variety of sizes and shapes. He knelt down and gave an affectionate kiss to Louise Ulmer who was on her hands and knees, being fucked doggy style by young Phil Hatke.
When the couch was vacant, Ellen went over and sat down on it. She wasn't there long, when she was joined by Max Hatke.
"Hey, Ellen, how about sucking my cock for awhile? It's nice and clean. I just washed it in the kitchen sink."
"Thanks. I'll try to remember that when I wash the breakfast dishes in it."
"Well, I went upstairs to the bathroom, but some babe was getting fucked in the shower."
"Really? Was someone getting fucked in the sink, too?"
"No, but her screams were awfully hard on my nerves," said Max. "I took a piss and got out of there."
"And washed your cock in the kitchen sink?"
"Yeah."
"I'm glad you didn't take a piss there, too," said Ellen. "That was very thoughtful of you."
"Well, it's little things like that, that make the difference between a gentleman and a slob. You know what I mean?" said Max.
"You're right," agreed Ellen. "Like farting at the dinner table."
"Or belching in church."
"Or scratching your balls in a restaurant."
"Are you gonna suck my cock?"
"Oh . . . yes."
Ellen placed her mouth over the throbbing bulbous head of Max's hard cock and sucked gently. The feeling of having his big, solid prick so lovingly sucked and licked by this beautiful woman, was obviously a big thrill for him. He let Ellen know it in no uncertain terms.
"Oh, Ellen, baby! Can you ever suck cock! Oh, that feels so nice, I could shoot off right now in your mouth!"
"Ellen looked up at him. "Well, isn't that the whole idea?"
"You don't mind?"
"Well, I sure as hell don't want you shooting all over my couch. Or my carpet either."
Max shrugged. "Then I guess it has to be in your mouth. Damned if I want to mess up your house."
"Thanks."
Ellen, for her part, was enjoying Max's prick to the fullest. She was completely thrilled by it and was so hot she didn't want to waste any more time. She was very much aware that he would be with her only a short time and she intended to make the most of every minute of it.
"Ellen," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Turn yourself around, so I can do something nice for you."
She caught his meaning. Without taking her mouth from his cock, she moved around and lifted her leg over him, so that her ass was over his face, as he stretched out on the couch on his back.
Ellen gasped as he pulled her cunt down onto his face. His tongue licked along the moist, sensitive lips of her cunt and she let out a squeal of delight. He gave her cuntlips a good going over with his tongue until he had her panting from his lewd activity.
When his eager, searching tongue found her clit, she rotated her hips against him. She loved having a man do this to her. She loved the feel of his tongue on her clit. She wanted to come all over his face and have him taste her juices.
The very thought of having Max eating her pussy was almost enough to make her climax. She clung to his body and stuffed as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage. Max was hung very well. He would make her very happy when he got that huge, hard thing up into her cunt.
Ellen was as excited as all get out with the feel of Max's tongue on her cunt and she arched her back and rubbed her hot, wet cuntlips across his face. She couldn't stand much more of what he was doing to her. She was already lost in the delicious sensations he was causing in her cunt.
His eager tongue worked on her cunt faster and faster. He nibbled frantically on her clit. His finger teased her asshole. He didn't penetrate the tight muscle, but he rubbed it gently to stimulate her there.
"Oh! Max! Oh, Jee!"
The ferocity of Ellen's orgasm was so violent, and the subsequent sucking she did on his prick so strong, Max couldn't hold out. Before he could even warn her, he shot his hot load into her mouth. He filled her with all the juice he had for her. He thrust his prick back and forth in her mouth the way he thrust his tongue in and out of her cunt.
"Take it, Ellen, baby! Swallow my juice!"
Ellen put all her efforts into sucking Max's spurting prick. She had come down somewhat from the heights of her climax and now she could concentrate on giving him as much pleasure as he had given her. She wasn't content to be merely good. She wanted to be absolutely fabulous, to be the best piece of ass he'd had tonight. She wanted to possess him in this way, so that he'd always feel that no other female at this party could suck his cock as wonderfully as she did.
She kept licking and sucking around the head of his cock with practiced expertise. Having swallowed his hot charge of come, she was determined to keep his prick stiff and strong and bring him off a second time. She had no cause for worry. Max's cock showed not the slightest sign of wilting. She bobbed her head up and down on the shaft of his prick, trying to keep up a strong suction on the head.
In front of the couch, Ellen's son, Brent, stood with his arms around Eva Warner. His prick was stiff and he tried to get Eva down onto the floor, but she wasn't cooperating.
"Not just now, honey. I want to watch your mother. God, look at her suck Max's cock. She's so good at it!"
"You're telling me?" said Brent.
"She's sensational."
"Well, she practices a lot."
"Oh? Who on?"
"Me?"
"Really?"
"Sure. Before the Todds came to stay with us, I slept with Mom," said Brent. "I could always figure on getting two blow jobs a night, besides the fucking we did."
"Ohhhhhh ..." said Eva. "Don't you sleep with her now, since the Todds are staying with you?"
"Oh, sure, but not as often," said Brent. "Uncle Paul sleeps with her, too. And I sleep with Aunt Angie. And the girls."
"It sure sounds like you have fun here," said Eva.
Brent grinned at her, sneaking his hand along the crack of her ass. "We sure do. Why don't you stay overnight sometime, and be a part of our sleeping arrangements?"
"I sure will," Eva promised, "if Mom will let me."
Brent laughed. "After tonight, she'll come with you."
"Max!" shrieked Ellen. "Oh, Je-Ah! Oh! Eeei." .
Ellen sucked on Max's cock lustfully, thrilling to the feel of his mouth on her spasming cunt.
"Ellen! Oh, God, baby! Uuugh!"
Ellen didn't stop sucking when Max shot his load, but hungrily sucked him until she had the last drop from his cock. She took the entire load without letting any of it escape. She was still rubbing her cunt on Max's mouth, the pleasure of her last orgasm still quite overwhelming.
Finally it was over. Max's cock collapsed in her mouth as he lay with his head wedged smugly between her hot, wet thighs. Ellen was breathing hard with her full weight on top of him, but there was a warmth in her soul that mellowed her gasping exertion.
She looked up and the eyes of all in the room were on her. Everyone stood and applaused.
Ellen and Max got a standing ovation!
Chapter Eight
The party was rolling along like a machine that was well greased. Everyone was having a good time. The last thing Ellen expected, especially at that time of night, was visitors.
Made reckless by booze and sex, Ellen disdained going upstairs to get her dressing robe, before answering the door. She did, however, turn out the hall light, plunging the entranceway into total darkness, before going to the door naked.
When she opened the front door, she could just barely make out the two Cotter kids from just down the street. They were both teenagers, one a very beautiful girl named Gloria, and her brother, a well-built handsome boy whose name was Michael.
"Maybe we shouldn't have disturbed you at this hour, Mrs. Harden," said the girl, unable to see in the dense darkness of the entranceway that Ellen didn't have any clothes on. "But we saw that the lights were on, and we thought it would be okay. We wanted to see Brent and the girls, to ask them if they'd like to help us with the play our Junior Club is putting on."
Ellen's voice was dripping with sweetness. "Why don't you come in and ask them?" she invited.
When Ellen went to answer the door, her son, Brent, followed her. He was with her now, standing beside her in the darkness. She knew, because his hand was on her bare ass, his fingers feeling their way along the crack.
The door between the hall and the living room had been closed and it was as dark in the hallway as in the inside of a coal mine. Ellen closed the front door after the teenagers entered and Brent turned on the light.
"Brent!" the girl gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise. "Where are your clothes?"
"Oh, they're around somewhere, Gloria," he said, grinning at her.
"Mrs. Harden! You're naked, too!" exclaimed the girl.
The boy was too busy staring at Ellen to say anything.
"You're very observant, dear," said Ellen, giving her a big smile. "When we heard you at the door, there wasn't time to look for our clothes."
"You and your son ... go around the house naked together?" the girl asked incredulously.
"Oh, yes, dear," said Ellen. "There's nothing like it to develop a close, loving relationship between a mother and her son."
The girl found that easy to believe, seeing Brent standing there with his hand on his mother's bare ass. His other hand slipped around Gloria's waist, pulling her closer to him. Ellen could see the girl's eyes get bigger as she noticed the upright position of Brent's huge, solid cock.
Ellen smiled at the speechless boy in front of her. "Don't you and your mother take your clothes off, when you're alone together?"
The boy shook his head, his eyes moving back and forth between Ellen's tits and her pussy mound.
"That's too bad," said Ellen. "Emily Cotter is such an attractive woman. You'd enjoy being naked with her."
"I think we came at a wrong time-" said Gloria.
"Nonsense. We're very glad you're here, aren't we, Brent?" said Ellen.
Brent nodded and grinned at the girl, giving her a squeeze and holding her tighter against him.
"What Gloria and Michael called about, dear," Ellen said to her son, "is their play they wanted to discuss with you."
"Oh. Well, fine," said Brent with enthusiasm. "I think the best place to discuss that, would be upstairs."
With undaunted assurance, Ellen's son guided the girl up the stairway. "There's a party going on in the living room," he explained to Gloria, "and it would be very distracting. Later, we'll have you meet our guests and join in on the fun."
"Yes. You'll love our guests," said Ellen, taking Michael by the hand and following her son and Gloria up the stairs. "Pamela, Done and Carol are in there. They'll be so happy to see you and introduce you around."
Whether from curiosity or sexual arousal, the girl put up no resistance whatever to being taken upstairs by a naked teenage boy.
"My room, dear," said Ellen to her son, following him along the hall.
"Oh, this is a beautiful room, Mrs. Harden,"
said Gloria^ trying to sound casual about the whole thing, disregarding the fact that Brent's hands were all over her.
"Actually, it's my son's room as much as it is mine," said Ellen, "since he spends more time in here than he does in his own room."
Gloria and her brother glanced at each other, then looked at the king-size bed.
The whole thing had Gloria so confused she didn't even notice, or pretended not to notice, that Brent was undressing her. Perhaps she was stunned by seeing her brother willingly submitting to being undressed by Ellen.
When he had her naked, Brent eased her onto the bed and got on it with her.
"Gloria!" Michael called out, when it was evident that his sister was going to let Ellen's son get on top of her and fuck her.
"It's all right, darling," said Ellen soothingly. "Your sister isn't doing anything we aren't going to do-as soon as you get your shoes and socks off."
"Eei! Oh, Brent! Oh ..."
"Like it?"
"Ohhhh, you make me feel tingly all over."
"Wait'U I get it all the way in you."
"Mmmmrnmmm . . . That feels so nice ..."
"Oh, Gloria," Brent groaned. "I've wanted to get my cock into you like this for ages!"
"Well, you didn't try very hard. You've never asked me for a date. You were always so busy . . . with those other girls."
"Yeah, well they seemed to crowd around me, before I could get to you."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can't believe it," Gloria murmured. "You're actually doing it to me. Oh, if Susan Harper could see us now!"
"Why?"
"She kept telling me I'd never make it with you."
"Susan Harper! She's tried for months to keep us apart."
"I don't blame her," said Gloria. "If you make her feel this good, why would she want to share you with me?"
"Yeah, I have fucked her quite a lot lately," Brent admitted. "But I sure wanted you!"
"Oh, you're in so deep ..."
"I'm glad you like it," said Brent, breathing hard and pumping faster. "We're gonna doit a lot. Susan Harper isn't going to get much from now on, but you sure are!"
Ellen climbed onto the bed, spread her legs open and reached out to Michael with an inviting smile.
"Come on, lover. Let's get started. Your sister and my son are getting way ahead of us!"
Eagerly the boy climbed on top of her. Ellen grabbed his rigid cock and guided it to her waiting hole. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
"Kiss me, lover. And then push!"
"Uuuggghhh!"
"Ah! My God! Your prick feels as big as my son's!"
"You and your son-fuck!"
"Does a dog bark?"
"Oh, Mrs. Harden. You feel so good," said Michael, slamming his balls into the crack of Ellen's ass, each time he buried his cock in her.
"Do I, dear?" Does this give you some idea of how good your mother would feel, if you got your prick into her?"
"Oh, gosh, I-"
"Have you ever wanted to fuck your mother?"
"Have I? I've wanted that for as far back as I can remember."
"I don't blame you," said Ellen. "Emily is a sexy-looking woman. I'll bet she'd be terrific if you had her in bed."
"Oh jeez, Mrs. Harden-I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead, lover! I'm ready, too!"
Ellen had never yet been cheated out of an orgasm, no matter how quick her lover was, and she didn't intend to make this her first time.
"Uuuggghhh!" Michael groaned, his cock jerking inside her, his fluids jetting into her in hot, heavy spurts.
"Oh, baby! Ah! Eeel!"
Beside them, Gloria and her son were making the bed bounce. Their movements became more frantic. Gloria writhed, squirmed and flung her ass up off the mattress, as Brent pounded her for all he was worth.
"Brent! Oh! Ah!"
"Gloria! Are you-?"
"Jeez-yes! Ah! Eeel!"
"Uuh! Uuugh!"
An hour later, Ellen reached over and put her hand on her son's shoulder. "How about giving that poor girl a break? Four times in the past hour should be enough for anybody. Save the rest for when you're dating her."
"You should talk, Mom," said her son, grinning at her. "You're ahead of Gloria by three orgasms."
"I didn't know you kept a pocket calculator under your pillow," said Ellen. She wriggled out from under Michael and got to her feet. "Come on. Let's see what's happening downstairs at the party. We'll let these kids rest up. We can come back for them later."
Ellen and her son met at the foot of the bed and slipped into each other's arms, kissing and caress ing fondly.
"That's a hot little pussy you've latched onto," Ellen told him.
"No hotter than yours," he whispered in her ear, "Well right now, mine needs a good wash, and you're just the man to do it. Let's take a quick shower, before we go downstairs."
When they came out of the bathroom, showered and dried, they took a peek into Ellen's bedroom. They were just in time to see Gloria making eyes at her brother. He apparently got the message. He scampered over to her, climbed on top of her and when Ellen quietly closed the bedroom door, he was already fucking her.
Upon opening the sliding doors between the hall and the living room, Ellen was pleased to see that the party had obviously got its second wind and was going strong. It was also apparent that the young and the not-so-young had successfully bridged the generation gap. Each teenager was fucking or being fucked by, a mature adult.
Ellen's son lost no time in throwing himself into the fray and settled down with Louise Ulmer, who was tickled to death that Ellen's son found her attractive enough to want to fuck her. She pulled him down onto her, letting him know that no foreplay was necessary. She was ready. So he humped her right there on the couch.
Just beyond the couch, Ellen saw Carol bending over, her hands on her knees, while Max Hatke was trying to get his prick up the girl's ass. Dorie was in a similar position, with Joe Warner behind her, Joe had made better progress. His cock was buried to his balls in the girl's asshole.
On the other side of the room, Joe's daughter Eva was on her knees, her shoulders to the carpet, while her asshole was being reamed by Clyde Ulmer's sturdy prick. Near them, Ellen's brother-in-law Paul was happily servicing Julie Warner's asshole.
The whole party it seemed, was into asshole fucking. Leaning over the arm of an easy chair, Mrs. Warner was having her asshole worked oven by Phil Hatke's teenage cock, while the boy's brother Greg, was doing the same thing to Angie Todd.
Ellen anticipated a heavy run on all three bathrooms in the house before long, as each male felt the need to wash his shitty cock.
As the men drifted back into the living room after having cleansed their prick, those in the mature category, hit the bar, preferring at the moment a good stiff drink to a willing pussy. The teenage males, who lusted for cunt rather than booze, had a wide choice of unattached pussy.
Young Greg Hatke, his freshly washed prick standing at attention, spotted Pamela all by herself. Realizing he hadn't been able to get to her all night, he took full advantage of her temporary lack of male companionship. As soon as Ellen's son and Louise Ulmer got up from the couch, Pamela and Greg went down on it.
Looking about the room, Ellen was quite pleased about the way the party had gone and was still going. Everyone was so uninhibited and having such a good time. She began to believe she had anticipated everything and overlooked nothing.
That wasn't quite so.^Ellen had forgotten about Gloria Cotter and her brother who were last seen fucking each other upstairs in Ellen's bedroom.
Had she thought about them, she'd have realized it was nearly two hours since she and her son had led them up the stairs to her bedroom and that by now Emily Cotter, who lived just down the street, would be quite concerned about her daughter and son. She would be wondering just what kind of party her children were attending. After all, Ellen Harden was a divorcee and who knows what kind of shindig she'd be throwing.
Ellen knew that Emily Cotter was suspicious of her. One day on the front lawn, her brother-in-law Paul, impulsively grabbed her by the ass, just as
Emily was driving by in her car. That would be enough to start Emily thinking that Paul was looking after her, as well as his wife.
And Ellen's son Brent was getting himself quite a reputation among the neighbors. God, that kid had already fucked nearly every girl in the neighborhood. Now there were her sister's three teenage girls living in the house with him. Emily Cotter could easily speculate as to what Ellen's son was doing with them.
Had Ellen given a thought to all this, she'd have expected her door chimes to sound any second.
Her sister Angie came over to her, looking frazzled but pleased with herself.
"This is one party we'll remember for a long time to come," said Angie.
Ellen grinned at her. "You seem to have gotten your share of it."
Angie let out a deep sigh. "I was doing all right I guess, until that young Greg Hartke put his prick up my ass. It feels like it's still there. God, that kid has a cock like you wouldn't believe."
"Thanks for the endorsement of the product," said Ellen. "I'll give it a try, before he gets away from here."
"You're already too late," said Angie. "He's over there on the couch with my daughter, Pamela. If and when she ever gets through with him, he won't be much use to anyone else."
The door chimes sounded.
Ellen went to answer it, accompanied by her sister Angie and her son Brent. This time they didn't close the doors between the hall and the living room and they didn't turn out the light. To hell with all that timid stuff. They went right into the hall and Ellen pulled open the door.
Emily Cotter barely had time to note that she was being greeted by two naked women and a naked teenage boy, before she was suddenly pulled inside and thrust into a room full of naked people.
Ellen's son Brent dragged her down onto the carpeted floor where Ellen and Angie held her while Brent threw up her skirt and pulled off her panties. The next thing Emily Cotter knew, that teenage boy was on top of her, pushing his hard prick up into her.
She wasn't at all happy about it at first, being humiliated that way, but as she soared through her first orgasm, she decided Brent was the nicest young man any woman could want for a neighbor. When she reached her second climax and his prick was spurting a hot, liquid stream into her, she loved him dearly and didn't ever want him to get up off of her.
She needn't have worried about that. Brent had no intention of getting off of her for a long time.
He'd had the hots for Mrs. Cotter for ages, lusted for her in his dreams. Now it was all real. His prick was actually right up in her.
For the longest time Ellen and Angie watched them fuck, while Emily shrieked her way through an unbelievable number of orgasms. Ellen's son shot his load into her so often that Ellen could see his cream running down the crack of Emily's ass and onto her good carpet.
The object of Emily's concern, her teenage son and daughter, chose that time to come downstairs and into the living room. The sight that hit them right in the face was their mother on the floor, being fucked by Ellen's son and looking like she loved every inch of it.
At first they were shocked, then stunned and then sexually aroused. Ellen saw Michael's naked cock spring to life and snap up to attention. When Brent finally climbed off of Mrs. Cotter, her son quickly climbed on. When Brent got up and went on to other things, Emily had her arms and legs wrapped round her darling son and was shrieking through yet another orgasm.
Ellen watched Gloria, so hot now from seeing her brother fucking their mother, she looked like she could catch fire. Suddenly Ellen's brother-in-law Paul spotted her, pulled her down onto the floor beside her mother and threw a fuck into her.
Chapter Nine
Paul had been banging away at Gloria for about twenty minutes when Max Hatke discovered what a luscious piece of nooky he had under him and he wanted some of it. Max lasted about the same length of time and then Joe Warner was waiting his turn. After him came Clyde Ulmer.
In the meantime, Emily's son Michael rolled off of her and whether Mrs. Cotter was fully aware of it or not, she took on Max, Joe, Paul and Clyde, one after the other.
After Ellen and Angie helped Mrs. Cotter and Gloria to their feet, Ellen called her son over.
"Brent, be a dear and take them upstairs to the bathroom. They could use a warm refreshing shower."
Brent's nose wrinkled. "Boy, you're not kidding!" he said ungallantly.
She watched her son take the Cotter ladies up the stairs, an arm around each one. Fortunately both mother and daughter were quite capable of walking, because Brent was doing more feeling than helping.
Ten minutes later, she decided she'd better go up to the bathroom and check on what was going on, since her son hadn't come right back down again.
When she got there she found that all three were in the shower stall, which was just about what she had expected. Ellen decided the party could get along without her for a while again and showed the three in the shower that the shower stall could accomodate a fourth. Besides, how could she see what was going on if she didn't get right in there with them?
What was taking place was plenty, Gloria was coating Brent with a thick, creamy lather from his neck to his ass, when she wasn't busy hugging and kissing him. Mrs. Cotter was bending over and Brent, his cock slippery with soap, was getting it up
Emily's ass without any trouble at all.
"You'll have to wait your turn, Mom," said Brent grinning at her. "Gloria wants it up her ass next!"
Another hour passed before Ellen came down the stairs accompanied by her son, Emily Cotter and Gloria. Ellen was all smiles. Her darling son hadn't r^glected her, after he finished \/ith Gloria's ass. All four of them smelled clean and fresh and for the first time that night, Ellen's son's cock wasn't standing up like a flagpole.
Shortly after they began to mingle with the other guests, the door chimes sounded. This time Ellen was accompanied by Eva and Dorie when she answered it.
"Good evening, or should I say good morning, since it will be daybreak before too long. I'm Earl Cotter," said the man standing there, who was quite a few years older than Emily Cotter.
"It is rather late, isn't it?" said Ellen.
"It was already quite late, when my son and daughter slipped over here without my knowing it, because of some foolishness or other," said Mr. Cotter. "Over two hours later, they still weren't back, so my wife came over to find out why. And she never came back. I fell asieep in the Laz-E-Boy, or I'd have been over here before this. Now just what in the hell is going on?"
Ellen was a little taken aback. Here she was, standing in front of him with Eva Warner and Dorie Todd close beside her, all three of them stark naked, and Mr. Cotter didn't seem to notice. Then she realized that Mr. Cotter wasn't wearing his glasses.
"Come in, Mr. Cotter," said Ellen sweetly. "Your wife and teenagers are having so much fun, they just lost track of the time."
"This is no hour to be having fun," said Mr. Cotter irritably. "It's time for respectable people to be in bed!"
"Oh, some of us have been in bed," Ellen assured him.
Without further comment, three naked girls grabbed him and pulled him inside. In the living room where the light was better, he recognized one gorgeous creature as Eva Warner. The other was Dorie Todd who was staying at this house. The third attractive woman, he saw was Ellen Harden, the divorcee his wife Emily had told him a few things about.
"My God!" Mr. Cotter gasped. "The three of you are naked! In fact-everybody is naked!"
"Including you, dear," said Ellen, "in about five seconds."
In less time than that, the girls had him stripped and he couldn't help revealing that he had a raging hard-on.
"Ohhhhhh," exclaimed Ellen. "If you'd shown that to your wife earlier in the evening, she wouldn't have come over here."
"Isn't it gorgeous?" said Angie who had helped to undress him. "From the way your wife has been humping during the past hour or so, I thought she never got any at home."
"Perhaps she doesn't," said Ellen. "Maybe this is just for show."
"You mean-?"
"Sure. Like an antique automobile that's freshly painted but never driven anywhere. Because it's too valuable."
"I don't care how big and hard a prick is," said Angie. "If it doesn't do what it's supposed to, it has no value, as far as I'm concerned."
"What did you say about my wife?" Mr. Cotter cut in. "She was ... what?"
"The same thing your son and daughter have been doing," replied Angie, "even to each other. God, that wife of yours is sure a ball of fire, once she gets started. No wonder you look all burned out."
Ellen wrapped her fingers around Mr. Cotter's cock and held it like it was hers and nobody was going to take it away from her. Angie and the others drifted off, leaving him with Ellen, still holding him by his cock.
Louise Ulmer came over and said a few words of greeting to Mr. Cotter, who's wife's sister was married to Louise's half-brother. She placed a glass in his hand, then was turned around by Ellen's son Brent who got her down on her knees and thrust his prick into her mouth. Mr. Cotter gulped down his drink, even though it was a tall tumbler of straight scotch. The occasion called for it.
As soon as the booze took effect, he relaxed a bit and began to appreciate this beautiful woman he was with, who's fingers lovingly caressed his prick. He fondled her tits and played with her well-curved ass, then began kissing her and hugging her.
"Is-is there someplace where we can be by ourselves?" he asked her in a low voice.
"Why?" asked Ellen. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Well . . . yes!"
"Very well," said Ellen with an engaging smile. "I'll take you upstairs to my bedroom and you can fuck me. But I want to suck your cock first. Let's go over in the corner here, where we'll be out of people's way."
Steering him into the corner, Ellen went down on her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, your prick tastes really nice. I wish they all tasted this good."
"Ohhhhhh," Mr. Cotter groaned as Ellen went to work on him. "Have you been doing this long? You're very good at it."
"Well, I really got into it after my divorce and my son started sleeping with me," said Ellen. "That's when I began sucking his prick. He loves it and I do it to him a lot."
"Your son?" gasped Mr. Cotter.
"Sure. I wouldn't suck just anybody's cock."
His attention was momentarily diverted when Louise Ulmer came over close to where they were and bent over, supporting herself on the arm of an easy chair. Mr. Cotter had a clear view of her delectable asshole and her enticing pussy. Then Brent, having survived the quick blow job she had given him, grabbed her by the hips and put his prick up her ass.
"That's my son Brent," said Ellen proudly.
"Really?" said the shocked gentleman. "And that's Louise Ulmer. What if her husband Clyde were to see her like that?"
"Well, Clyde's pretty busy right now."
"Doing what?"
"He's in the kitchen, fucking your daughter Gloria. He's got her perched on the edge of the table."
"My daughter?" Mr. Cotter almost shouted.
"But she's innocent!"
"She sure didn't look innocent while her brother was fucking her," said Ellen, "after my son fucked her."
"My God!"
"Mmmmmm . . . Oh, Mr. Cotter, you have a real nice prick."
"I hope it isn't too big for you."
"Oh, God, no. It isn't nearly as big as my son's. After sucking his, yours is a cinch."
That really blew Mr. Cotter's mind. He just wasn't ready for incest.
"You haven't . . . really sucked your son's prick, have you?"
"Of course I have."
"But that's absolutely indecent! It's not natural!"
"Well, my son sure likes it."
"W-what else have you done with your son, if I'm not being too nosy?"
"Well, when we're in bed at night, we fuck like crazy, before we go to sleep. Sometimes we fuck most of the night."
"I suppose your son fucks the- others, too?"
"My sister and her three daughters? Oh, gosh, yes. He does it to them all the time. Quite often he sleeps with my sister or one of her girls. That's on the nights when I have my sister's husband in bed with me."
"Disgusting! That's what it is!"
"Come on now, Mr. Cotter. Haven't you ever fucked your daughter Gloria?"
"Never! I wouldn't dream of it!"
"That's a shame," said Ellen. "Your girl would really enjoy a nice prick like this, but she can't have it. Just because you're her father."
Shocked by the revelations of Ellen's obscene conduct with her son and her brother-in-law, Mr. Cotter chanced to catch sight of something far worse. It was going on less than six feet away from him. Right there, in full view of everyone, his wife Emily was sprawled on the floor and her son Michael was on top of her, fucking her.
"Emily!" roared Mr. Cotter. "Why are you letting our son do such a terrible thing? Why?"
"Because he Wants to, that's why! And because I've never had it this good in all the time I've been married to you. My son fucks me like the boys did when I was a girl, and the way Uncle Harvey fucked me up to the time I got married. Thank God I won't have to go back to getting it once a month again, not as long as I have my son!"
Emily dug her fingers into her son's humping ass and bounced him all over in the wild frenzy of her orgasm.
When it was over and they had caught their breath, the boy gasped out, "God, Mom, you're even a better fuck than my sister Gloria!"
That's when Earl Cotter pulled his prick out of Ellen's mouth, staggered back and had his heart attack.
An ambulance was called and the guests scurried about trying to find their clothes, so they could get dressed and look dignified and respectable when the medics came for the stricken man. Those who couldn't find their clothes in time, hid upstairs in the bedrooms until the ambulance took Mr. Cotter away and the police who took down notes, finally left.
It was Ellen's quick thinking that saved the day. Knowing they couldn't get Mr. Cotter's clothes back on him in his condition, she grabbed her brother-in-law Paul's dressing robe and slippers out of his closet and they put those on him. The police were told he knocked on their door where his wife, son and daughter were visiting. He wanted to tell them that he wasn't feeling well.
At the breakfast table a few hours later, after all the guests had departed, Ellen and the others were tired but happy, and pleased that Mr. Cotter's condition wasn't serious.
"It served as a warning that he had a problem and has to do something about it," said Paul. "Now he'll have to quit working his ass off to make another million, which goes to Internal Revenue anyway."
"He should have done that years ago," said Ellen. "Emily would have been a lot happier."
"Yeah. Her pussy wouldn't have been so neglected," said Brent, "Well it sure isn't neglected now," said Dorie to Brent. "Not the way you went at her last night."
Brent shrugged and grinned. "Her son will be giving her all she wants now."
"Bullshit," replied Dorie. "You'll be getting into her pussy as much as he will. I heard you and her making plans. Anytime one of us wants to get fucked now, we'll have to go over there and drag you off of Emily or her daughter Gloria."
Ellen and the others laughed.
"That sure was some party," said Angie, grinning at Ellen. "The problem now is, what will you do for an encore?"
"Isn't it nice that Brent and Pamela got over their hurt feelings and are back to being lovey-dovey again?" said Angie to Ellen.
"God, weren't they something that night at the party?" said Ellen, laughing. "They've been up in his room most of the day now, doing you know what."
"They'll be leaving for college before long and they've got their plans all made," said Angie. "They're going to the same college so they can be together and instead of living on campus, they're going to get an apartment and shack up together."
Ellen laughed again. "Weren't they surprised when we agreed to it, and will even pay the rent for them?"
"They'll still have their problems," said Angie. "Brent won't be around all that campus pussy without getting a good share of it. And just wait until Pamela meets those college studs and they get her really hot between her legs. She isn't going to -pass any of that up, either."
That night in Ellen's king-size bed, Ellen and Angie cuddled up to Paul, who was in the middle.
"I'm so happy you two have forgotten that house hunting shit and agreed to stay here," said Ellen.
"Why not?" said Paul. "Angie and the girls don't want to leave you. And I sure as hell don't. This is what we want. But we thought we were imposing."
"How could you think that? You pay more than your share. We're a family. And you're my lover, thanks to my darling sister's generous nature."
"It's no big deal," said Angie, grinning at her.
"One woman can't hold him. It'll take both our pussies to keep this cunt-hound at home."
