The fly of Jane Hawthorne's tight jeans was wide open. Her exposed bikini panties cut across the soft roll of her lower belly in a yellow ribbon, with her navel pouting just above the elastic waistband.
Bud noticed it from all the way across the room. He drifted over to Jane, approaching her casually so she wouldn't be embarrassed.
"You're unzipped," he whispered in her ear.
Jane looked at him with a smirk. It was then that Bud realized how drunk she was.
"C'mon. Just zip up. I'll stand in front of you so nobody can see. No problem."
Even as high as she obviously was, Jane's reckless response surprised Bud. "Leave me alone!" she snapped. "I don't need you to tell me how to behave at my own party."
"Please," Bud persisted. "Don't make a scene."
"I'll do whatever I want!" Jane hissed.
A few people were starting to look. Bud fended them off for the time being with a fake smile.
"My, my, aren't you the diplomat," Jane said sarcastically. "If you want to be useful, why don't you get me another drink? That's what I really need, not your crappy advice.."
Sensing that things could get out of hand if he didn't act quickly, Bud made a decision. He took Jane's arm, maneuvering her toward the nearest exit.
"What do you think you're doing?" she complained.
"Just take it easy," Bud told her under his breath. "This is just for your own good. You know how you get when you're drinking."
"Yeah, I sure do. I start having a good time. And that's something certain people don't seem to be able to stand."
Despite Jane's anger, Bud got her through the door, away from the rest of the party guests. But when Jane kept squawking, Bud had to use his superior strength to force her all the way out of the house, out of earshot.
Now Bud and Jane were alone in the backyard. To keep her under control, he had her arm twisted behind her back.
"You're hurting me," she winced.
"I'll let you go if you promise to do what I say," Bud said. "Just zip up your pants and make yourself decent, then that'll be the end of it."
"Okay," Jane agreed.
Bud released her arm and she stepped back, far enough so he couldn't grab her again. The smirk was back on her face.
"Go ahead, do it. Zip up your pants," Bud insisted. "You said you wouldn't give me any more trouble."
"I lied," Jane taunted. "I'll do as I please."
Her hands went to the front of her jeans, but not to close them up. Instead, she unhitched them. The loosened pants fell down her hips. With a shaft of moonlight bathing her crotch, the triangle of her pussy was outlined revealingly in her clinging panties. Bud looked away.
"When did you get so shy?" Jane mocked. "It's hardly like you've never seen my cunt before."
"That was before," Bud answered, his voice cracking. "We agreed it was over- "I changed my mind," Jane said. "Now, look at me, sonny boy. I dare you not to look at me."
She snapped the waistband of her panties against her stomach, one, two, three times. Bud flinched each time as though he were hearing gunshots.
"Ooooooh, what a shame! The elastic broke," Jane giggled. "My panties are ruined. Couldn't keep them up if my life depended on it. Suppose I'll just have to throw them away. But, of course, to take them off I'll have to get out of these jeans first."
Still looking in the other direction, Bud heard the rustling of denim, then the jeans hitting the ground.
"There, that's better," Jane sighed. "The night air feels so good on my skin. Think I'll take off my blouse, too."
Buttons were pulled loose. The blouse was tossed away, fluttering across the yard so Bud could see it even though he was facing away from her.
"Mmmmm, I feel so free without any clothes on," Jane purred. "Guess I'll lie down on this nice, soft grass and just relax."
Bud walked away. His cock was so aroused that it pinched at the crotch of his jockey shorts with every step, but he was determined not to turn back.
"Maybe I underestimated your backbone," Jane called after him. "If you're really going to leave me alone out here, I imagine I'll just have to take care of myself-if you know what I mean." There was a pause. Then Jane's voice changed. "Ahhhh, that's it," she moaned. "Feels sooo gooood!"
Bud went no farther. He turned. He saw her.
Jane lay naked on the grass, her legs spread. Her hand was at her cunt; rubbing the lips. The moonlight glinted on the pussy juice that moistened her inner thighs.
"It would feel even better if you were the one playing with my cunt," she told Bud. "If I knew that before long I was going to take your big cock inside me. If I knew you were going to fuck me. Just like it used to be."
Bud stared at her. Her blonde cunt was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. All, the old lust had come back. But, he warned himself, he had to fight the way he felt. It was too dangerous to give in. This wasn't just any woman asking him to fuck her.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she shamelessly demanded, fingering her pussy lips.
Bud looked at her inviting cunt. At the same time he looked beside himself. The strength of his desire frightened him. He tried one last plea. One last call to reason.
"God, don't you sees how wrong this is?" he blurted at Jane.
"Wrong? How can two people showing their love to each other be wrong?" Jane answered, her voice firm with her own brand of reason. "Why shouldn't you fuck me if we both want it?"
"Because!" Bud declared. "You're my own mother!"
Bud went weak in the knees. He was wavering, as though overtaken by a sudden illness.
"Come here, sweetheart," Jane beckoned him. "Mama will take care of you."
Bud Lurched forward. His mother seemed to have some sort of magnetic power aver him. He knelt before her, his prick almost busting out of his pants.
Jane sat up and swiftly unzipped her son's bulging fly. She took out his cock and balls and kissed them all over.
"You win, Mom," Bud groaned.
"I knew you'd see things my way. Mother knows best," Jane chuckled and started sucking her son's stiff dick.
Jane was an expert at giving head. But never so much as when she was going down on her own son. Bud owned a ten inch prick, but his mother had no difficulty in deep-throating it all the way to the root.
"Oooooh, Mom, eat me, eat me!" Bud gasped, all of his resistance melted as his mother took his entire cock in her mouth..
Jane swung her naked body around in a half-circle on top of her son, orally twisting his dick in the process. When she came to rest, she had positioned her cunt over Bud's face.
Bud's tongue flicked out, tasting his mother's sweet pussy lips as they hovered above him. Then Jane lowered her cunt flush against Bud's mouth while she continued to suck his cock, and mother and son were locked in an incestuous sixty-nine.
Bud knew what to do with his tongue. Over the past six months since their affair had begun, his horny mother had given him plenty of practice. He lapped the sugary gash of Jane's twat, while simultaneously fucking her mouth with his hard prick at the other end of the slurping action.
Sixty-nining under the stars, mother and son coaxed one another to orgasm. In their sexual history, Jane was usually the one who started coming first. Tonight was no exception. Her body began to shudder so much that her plump asscheeks slapped Bud's head while he tonguefucked her cunt.
As she climaxed, Jane stepped up her oral activity on Bud's prick. Her mouth was like a cunt as it stroked her son's long, thick prick from cock-head to balls. Soon it was Bud's turn to get off. His crotch bucked, lifting his ass from the ground and jamming his dick in his mother's throat.
Jane reacted with merciless suction just before Bud's dick erupted with hot cum. Thirstily gulping, Jane drank Bud's jizz as fast as it flowed from his spurting cock-head. She was the kind of woman who devoured a lover's cum. Especially when the lover was her own son.
Bud kept shooting jism after his prick should have normally dried up. His mother had the knack of sucking extra cream from his dick in a way that left his balls feeling as if they'd been turned inside out. He always felt hollow when he'd finished fucking her mouth.
"Mmmm, delicious," Jane gurgled when she had finally drained Bud's cock. "If there's any sweeter cum around, I don't know about it."
Rolling away, Jane landed on her back with her legs apart. She put her fingers in her mouth, moistening them with some unswallowed jizz, then fondled her crotch and lubricated her pussy lips and clit until they sparkled in the moonlight.
"Ooooh, I'm so horny tonight," she murmured to her son: "Now that you've come in my mouth, I can't wait for you to stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me good and proper. How about it, Bud, is your dick still hard enough to drill my pussy?"
It was a teasing kind of question, because both Jane and Bud knew that it took more than just a single climax for his youthful prick to soften. During the course of their affair, Bud had frequently fucked Jane in the mouth, cunt and ass, one right after another.
"Yeah Mom, my dick's still hard," Bud confirmed the obvious, stroking his jutting column of meat while kneeling before Jane.
"Then what are you waiting for, stud? Fuck me!" Jane urged. "Shaft my cunt with your beautiful cock."
"Oh, don't worry, I plan to fuck you all right, Mom," Bud answered. "But not in your pussy. This time I'm calling the shots. I feel like a tighter fuck than your cunt can give me."
"Why, what are you talking about, you bad boy?" Jane giggled. She loved acting cute with her son, coming on to him in a little girl's voice.
"Can the crap, Mom," Bud said. "I mean business."
There was irritation in his voice, which pleased Jane. She liked to get Bud's goat just enough to make him a little mean. He always fucked her harder then.
"I just can't imagine what it is you want to do to me?" Jane continued her coy act. "Give me a hint."
"I'll give you a hint, all right!" Bud snapped.
Grabbing his mother's ankles, he forced her legs back, then slapped her across the ass.
"Mmmm, that hurt so good," Jane responded. "Do it again."
Bud smacked her ass a second time, leaving the cheeks bright red.
"Again!" Jane begged.
Turned on by his own violent streak, Bud flipped his mother over. Straddling the backs of her thighs, he started spanking her, beating a crimson tattoo on the rounded globes of her ass.
Finally Brad stopped hitting. Looking down, he smiled with satisfaction at the damage he had done. Then, sliding his fingers into her crack, he pried the bruised halves of his mother's ass apart and exposed the throbbing rosebud of her asshole.
He probed her narrow anal opening, digging deeply. When his finger emerged, it was stained brown to the first knuckle with crap. Bud put his shitty digit under his mother's nose, making her sniff it. Jane did more than that. She took Bud's chocolate finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.
"You kinky bitch," Bud rasped. "What makes you so damn horny?"
"You!" Jane joyously exclaimed. Jane jumped up on all fours, bumping her ass against Bud's crotch. "Now let's stop playing games. You started this business with my ass in the first place and I expect you to finish it. Are you going to fuck me there or not?"
"Sure, Mom, sure," Bud answered. "In fact, gonna split you in two."
"Mmmm, just the way I like it."
Bud slipped his dick into his mother's ass-crack, centering the crown of his cock against the pucker of her shithole. He shoved, Jane grunted from the penetration of his knotty cock-head. Bud shoved again, inserting at least half of his prick, and his mother begged for more.
"The whole thing!" she pleaded. "You promised to split me in two. That means your whole dick up my ass. I don't want anything less."
"You asked for it, Mom."
Bud's crotch slammed. His entire hard-on disappeared in his mother's shit pit.
"Hurt bad enough for you, Mom?" Bud asked, enjoying his macho cruelty.
"Oh, wow, nothing ever hurt me any better," Jane swooned. "But you can try and improve on it anyway."
Bud's prick started to move in the narrow channel of his mother's ass. Every cock-stroke was like a knife, but Jane loved it.
"Fuck me harder . . . harder!" she gasped.
Bud grabbed his mother's asscheeks as he established a steady groove with the repeated thrusts of his prick up Jane's brown tunnel. His dick moved with a hammering tempo . . . in and out . .. . back and forth. The friction steadily grew.
"I'm coming!" she announced.
Her body seemed to turn to jelly, shaking all over. Her gusting breath sounded like it was being ripped out of her lungs.
"Ooooh, there's nothing like coming from a butt-fuck!" she moaned as her son's huge cock sawed her ass.
"I'll give you more than that to handle," Bud said.
He clasped her unoccupied cunt. He squeezed her twat so hard that Jane's pussy lips oozed out between his gouging fingers.
"Fantastic!" Jane responded. "Now you've got me coming twice as hard. Coming in my ass and pussy at the same time!"
But Bud was still not finished. He stuffed three fingers into his mother's twat. When he slanted them upward, he could feel his cock pumping in her asshole less than an inch away. It was like he was jerking off and butt fucking at the same time, each activity feeding the intensity of the other.
"Oooooh, workout, stud!" Jane called back. "Butt-fuck me with your cock! Fingerfuck my cunt! Keep me coming!"
Bud wasn't concentrating on his mother's climax any longer, though. He had his own orgasm to think about. It was gaining on him like a runaway truck.
"Gonna blow!" he told his mother, ready to shoot his wad in her ass.
With one last surge, Bud slammed his prick with such deep force into his mother's shit pit that "his fingers popped out of her cunt. Ten inches of his cock slammed inside Jane's ass. Bud's cock-head was lapped by bubbling crap.
"Unload in me, Bud!" Jane cried. "Flood my ass with jizz!"
Bud's balls clung to the root of his hilted dick. At the other end of his prick, the head busted open with an onslaught of scalding jism that immediately swamped his mother's bowels.
"Jesus, you're burning me up inside!" Jane reacted to the scorching eruption. Bud's cum was mixing with her shit, turning her guts into a boiling caldron.
"Can't stop now!" Bud told his mother as his cock spurted deep in her ass. "No matter how much it bums, you'll just have to take it."
"Don't worry about me, stud," Jane called back. "The only thin I want from you is more . . . more! My ass can take all the cum your cock has to give and still wind up thirsty for jizz."
To underscore her passion for her son's cum, Jane squeezed the tunnel of her ass along the length of Bud's gushing prick, pumping it for extra cream. She got it. Just when it had seemed it might slow to a dribble, Bud's cock unleashed a fresh blast of jism that seemed like it was squirting from a hose.
But even this did not satisfy Jane's greed for her son's cum.
"More!" she cried. "More jizz in my ass!"
However, by this point Bud had had it. At last his cock was drained. It came to rest in his mother's asshole, finally losing its stiffness, as Bud keeled over Jane's back in fatigue.
"You did it to me again, Mom," Bud admitted. "My balls feel like they were stomped on. I'm sore all over-from the tip of my prick to the bottom of my crotch. What a fuck."
"What a fuck, indeed," Jane dreamily sighed, sliding down the velvet slope of her final orgasm. "Too bad it had to end."
Jane fell forward, sprawling on her face and causing Bud's cock to pop loose from her ass. Her just-fucked butthole leaked generously with excess jism, until a pool of it formed on the grass between her thighs.
"God, Mom, you're beautiful," Bud observed as the moonlight reflected on his mother's sticky loins. "How did I ever think I could stay away from fucking you?"
"Just don't ever try it again," Jane warned, only half-joking.
"Don't worry, Mom, I've learned my lesson," Bud said, completely serious. "Anytime you want it, I'll fuck you."
Jane rolled over, spreading her legs and rubbing her slimy crotch; "Don't tempt me. I just might put you to work again. After all, you still haven't fucked my pussy tonight."
Bud took his mother at her word. Or, at any rate, his cock did. Although his cock had apparently been fucked beyond endurance, Bud's prick showed new life as it was stirred by a new rush of blood.
However, before Bud could go any farther, their privacy was jarringly interrupted. The back door to the house opened and closed.
"Hey, what the hell's going on out here?" somebody called, his figure silhouetted on the back porch while he tried to focus his eyes to the outside darkness.
Jane and Bud had just enough time to scurry for cover before they were spotted. They huddled behind some shrubbery, holding their breaths while the intruder scanned the yard.
"There's a party going on here, for Christ's sake, whoever you are," he boozily called. "If you people were invited, then stop acting like a couple of horny kids and get back inside and join the fun with the rest of us. If you weren't invited, then get lost and find your own damn party."
"It's Uncle Ken," Bud whispered to his mother. "Yeah, it's my dumb, loud-mouthed brother, all right," Jane muttered. "Bombed out of his gourd."
"Aw, to hell with it," Ken slurred. "I just came out here to take a piss anyway, not be a fucking cop."
He took out his dick and lofted a stream that caught the moonlight until it lost its force.
When Ken went back inside, Jane and Bud decided they'd better do the same after their close call. They quickly dressed, then split up to go inside through separate doors to throw off suspicion. For now, their private party was over.
Chapter Two
The idea for the party had come to Jane Hawthorne when she had received her final divorce papers.
"Well, kiddo, this is it," she'd said to herself. "You're single again. Mrs. Lenny Hawthorne no longer exists."
Jane thought she ought to celebrate. A couple of drinks later, and she had decided to throw a divorce party. She invited all her friends and relatives, laying in plenty of food and booze for a Friday night blowout, Jane was determined to have a good time no matter what.
She told herself she certainly deserved a good time. It had been rough since she and her husband had split up. After she'd kicked Lenny out, she'd been so lonely. The loneliness was why she had turned to Bud for comfort. Her son was everything his father wasn't. Kind, considerate, caring. One thing had led to another. One night during a fit of depression, Jane had turned to Bud once too often, and before mother and son knew what was happening, they were naked in bed, fucking.
After the first time, Jane had not been able to get enough of her handsome son's big cock. She took it in her cunt, mouth and ass with equal enthusiasm. The feel of Bud's hot cum inside her made life worth living.
Then Bud had drawn the line.
"I can't fuck you anymore, Mom," he'd said. "I've made up my mind. It's wrong.
And after that, nothing Jane had been able to do had lured her son back between her spread legs. Until tonight. Until the party.
Now, after having fucked in the backyard, Jane and Bud had returned to the house, carefully avoiding each other so the rest of the guests wouldn't suspect anything. Resuming her drinking, Jane circulated among the noisy crowd, making sure everyone was having a good time.
"How're you doing, Christy?" Jane asked her daughter, a tall, thin, sensitive teenager who had always had trouble overcoming her shyness.
"I'm fine, Mom," Christy answered with a look of concern on her fine-featured face.
"No, I can tell something's wrong," Jane said.
"Well, yes," Christy admitted.
"What is it? If some jerk's giving you a hard time, I'll throw the bastard out on his ass."
"It's you, Mom," Christy said quietly. "You're drinking so much. I wish you'd slow down. You know how you get-"
"I can take care of myself," Jane cut her daughter off and angrily walked away, purposely draining her latest drink.
Jane ran right into her brother. It was immediately clear that Ken was feeling no pain.
"Could I talk to you, Sis?" he slurred, roughly grabbing Jane's arm. " 'S important."
"Could it wait, Ken?" Jane replied. "I'd like to make sure everybody's enjoying themselves."
"Now!" Ken insisted, jerking his sister's ann. "It can't wait."
"Well, okay, what is it?" Jane sighed.
"Gotta have some privacy," Ken said. "Let's go into the bedroom."
When he started wrestling her across the room, Jane guessed she'd better humor her brother. They went into, the bedroom. Ken closed the door, but left the light out.
"Okay, Ken, what's going on?" Jane impatiently asked.
Ken took a deep breath in the darkness. "I saw you," he rasped.
"What?"
"In the backyard. When I was out there on the porch taking a leak," Ken said in a rush. "Pretended I didn't see anything, but I did. Saw you, Sis. You were bare-ass, gettin' it on."
Jane's heart seemed to stop.
"So what if you did see me?" she challenged her brother. "What're you going to do about it? I'm over twenty-one and this is my property. I can fuck who I want in my own backyard."
"Not your own son, Sis," Ken hissed. "That's against the law, anytime, anyplace."
Jane was seized by an impulse to throw herself in a rage at her brother, and just keep hitting and scratching him until he begged for mercy. She controlled herself, though, with a dose of realism. Ken was much stronger than her, and noted for a mean streak. Attacking him would only make things worse.
"All right, Ken," Jane muttered. "What do you want from me?"
"You, Sis," Ken chuckled. "I want you."
"What? What are you saying?"
"Simple, Sis. That action you were laying on Bud? Well, there's no reason why you can't treat me to some of the same."
"You must be crazy!" Jane spat.
"Crazy?" Ken laughed. "Where do you get that? You fucked Bud and he's your own son. I'm your brother. What's the difference if you get it on with me, too?"
"And if I don't?"
"Your ass is grass after I finish telling the cops what I know," Ken threatened. "The only action you'll be getting for the next five or so years will be from all those bull dykes in the women's slammer. It's up to you, Sis."
"Okay . . . you win," Jane reacted to the chilling image Ken had presented. "I'll do it to you."
"Do what, Sis?" Ken rumbled. "I wanna hear you say it."
"I-I'll suck you . . . you," Jane stammered in defeat. "Anything you want from me."
"Good girl," Ken responded. "Now get on your knees. Take my cock out of my pants and go down on me."
Steeling her will, Jane slumped before her brother and unzipped, his fly. Ken's prick was awaiting for her in semi-stiffness. She pulled his cock out, brushing it with her quivering lips. Then, with the same feeling she would have had if she were jumping into ice-cold water, Jane took her brother's cock in her mouth.
"I been drinkin' heavy," Ken called down to her as the blow-job began, "and you know how that affects a man. So it'll be up to you to get my dick all the way in."
Jane made a decision as she tasted her brother's salty prick. She would give Ken the best blow-job she knew how. Jane's reasoning had to do with her brother's drinking. If she could make Ken come in her mouth good and hard, then he'd probably be too tired after shooting his wad to do anything else and the nightmare would be over.
Expertly sucking, Jane moved her lips up and down the shaft of her brother's dick, while teasing his cock-head with her tongue. She used plenty of warm spit in the process, and she massaged Ken's hairy balls as well. Her slurping noises filled the air.
"Pretty damn good," Ken sighed, his prick stirring in Jane's mouth. "You know your cocksucking all right, Sis. Hard to understand why Lenny let you divorce him. If I had me a wife who could give head like this, I'd keep her on a mighty short leash." Ken laughed. "But then again," maybe Lenny never got the benefit of your talent for sucking cock. Maybe you saved your best blowjobs for Bud."
Ken laughed again, his whole body shaking and his prick wobbled in Jane's oral grasp.
"Good old Lenny, he's not such a bad guy at all," Ken resumed his smirking spiel. "Wonder what he'd say if he found out his own kid aced him out with his old lady? Probably best he doesn't know. Poor chump might blow his fucking brains out."
While Ken was talking, his cock had continued to expand. Suddenly he found himself with a total hard-on.
"Well, how about that?" he reacted. "You did it, Sis. My cock's like a rock."
Ken tested his rigid dick by thrusting it down Jane's throat with an abrupt crotch-slam. Then he kept his hard-on deep-throated for several seconds, grabbing his sister's long blonde hair and cramming her face flush against his flexing groin.
"You know, a lotta women have told me my cock's too damn big for them to eat the whole thing," Ken told his choking sister. "Glad to see you don't have that problem, Sis. I like my dick to be sucked all the way to my balls."
Ken rocked his beefy hips. His long prick started pumping to and ho, the knotty head scraping Jane's windpipe.
"This isn't just a simple blow-job anymore," Ken told his sister. "You got me so hot that I'm gonna flat-out fuck your mouth. By the time I'm through, you'll swear you gotta pussy growing in your face."
Jane had never made it with a man who treated her with such degrading contempt as her own brother was now doing. She knew she should be repelled. And yet, strangely, she was not turned off. The more brutishly her brother fucked her mouth, the more favorably Jane responded. The salty flavor and pounding heft of Ken's outsized cock definitely excited her. She felt lowdown and dirty, as thought she had nothing to lose.
All at once, Jane found herself making the next move, surprising both herself and her brother. She pulled Ken down on top of her. Quickly, the two of them were sprawled on the rug. Ken's huge prick drove straight down Jane's throat, his thrusting crotch banging her skull against the floor.
"Man, oh, man, you are somethin'!" Ken exclaimed, sinking his hard-on in Jane's mouth. "Even I didn't expect things to turn out this good."
Then Ken stopped talking and started grunting. He was sweating and thrashing, his bulky body writhing on top of his sister while he fucked her mouth with jarring strokes of his prick.
Jane was so horny by now that she needed further stimulation. As her brother's dick pistoned in her throat, she stuffed her hand down her jeans, and spread her Fingers across her damp crotch. She rubbed her pussy until her palm was sticky. Very soon she was just this side of the climax she craved.
She went after it, finding her clit in the dewy flap at the top of her cunt and pressing the magic button. It was enough. Suddenly she was coming.
Ken wasn't aware that Jane was fingering her own twat. When he noticed she was climaxing, he assumed it was the result of the oral pronging he was throwing into her.
"Jesus, what a trip!" he gasped. "Never had a chick actually come from taking my cock in her mouth before."
Jane found herself wanting her brother to believe that she was really getting off entirely because of his efforts. So, with one last twist of her clit, she removed her hands from her cunt so Ken wouldn't catch on to the truth.
But then the strangest thing happened. Jane's orgasm was replaced by an even stronger one, even though her pussy had been left untended. Jane recognized that she was so fantastically turned on that she truly was climaxing from a mouth-fuck. Now Jane wanted her brother to come, too. His hot, spurting jizz would make things perfect.
Jane squeezed Ken's balls, pumping up their cum-supply. Then her forefinger snaked into the crack of her brother's butt and tickled his asshole. All the while she sucked Ken's straining prick as hard as humanly possible.
Come! Come, you bastard! Jane mentally screamed. Come in my mouth!
As though he had actually heard his sister's silent plea, Ken cried: "My cock's ready to blow, babe! Gonna shoot more cum in your mouth than you'll ever be able to swallow!"
Ken's crotch smashed Jane's face. His big prick was hiked. He came like someone had turned on a faucet between his legs.
The jism gushed down Jane's throat, straight to her belly. But even after her stomach was bloated, the cum kept flowing. Jane had to struggle to suck the last of it down. She succeeded. When her brother's cock slowed to a dribble, she, had swallowed what felt like a pint of male cream.
"Got to hand it to you, Sis, most women couldn't have handled the load I just shot in your mouth," Ken said as he pulled his drained prick from Jane's mouth. "But you did it. Drank all of my cum"
"It was so sweet, how could I do anything else?" Jane gurgled. "You could've kept coming for an hour and I'd have still sucked up every drop of your jizz."
"Mmmmm, Sis, talk like that keeps me hot," Ken responded.
He looked pointedly down at his cock. His hard-on was still there, jutting up from his crotch.
"Maybe I can't come in you for an hour, Sis," Ken said. "But I can sure as hell start clicking you all over again without waiting."
"You've got the right woman," Jane cooed, having forgotten entirely about her earlier plan to wear her brother out with the blowjob.
"How do you want it this time, Sis?" Ken asked. "Just follow me to the bed and I'll show you," Jane answered.
Jane got up off the floor and Ken followed. She climbed onto the bed, stripped down naked, then positioned herself on all fours.
"Dog-fuck me," she told her brother, wriggling her wide-open asscheeks in Ken's face when he moved in behind her with his pants off. "It's such a dirty way to get screwed. When I'm taking a cock from behind, it makes me feel like a bitch in heat?
"There's a mighty good reason for that, Sis," Ken replied without hesitation. "You are a bitch in heat!"
Ken straightened out his cock in his hand and fit the head into the juicy slot of his sister's rear spread cunt.
Panting like a giant dog, Ken stuffed his dick into Jane's twat. After a single thrust his long cock was all the way inside her. The walls of Jane's cunt squeezed in reaction, Ken's prick started moving back and forth, and sister and brother were fucking for all they were worth.
Fucking her from behind, Ken's curving cock gored his sister's twat. His prick reached so far that Jane had the sensation that its head might tear through her throat. She had never felt so filled by a cock, not even her son's. Jane had to admit that her drunken brother was throwing the fuck of her lifetime into her.
"Oh, God, Ken! Do it to me, do it to me!" she bubbled with ecstasy. "Fuck me better than I've ever been fucked! Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me!"
And as his sister chanted, Ken hammered his dick in her tight, wet cunt. His cock-thrusts were savage-deep, gouging probes that went beyond mere physical penetration. Jane swore that her very soul was being fucked.
"I'm coming!" Jane broke off her chant to cry out. "Feels soo goooood!"
"I'll make it feel even better," Ken told his sister, One of his hands came up under Jane's belly, fingering her cock-filled cunt. He located her clit and gave it a brutal workout, pinching it between his nails.
"Holy shit!" Jane blurted, her pussy spasming with pain from the job her brother was doing on her clit.
"Too much for you, Sis?" Ken asked.
"No such thing," Jane gasped in welcome agony. "Just keep pinching my clit and fucking my pussy and I just might come forever, or die trying."
"Even I'm not stud enough to bring that off for you, Sis," Ken puffed.
"There's only one way I'm gonna let you off the hook," Jane called back. "The only thing better than coming myself will be if you get off, too. A cunt full of your hot jizz'll make things just about perfect right about now."
"Why didn't you say so, Sis?" Ken answered. "I've been holding back a long time already."
"Then let it fly, stud!" Jane urged. "Soak my pussy with a bucket of cum!"
"Okay, Sis, hold on. Here comes the big one." Ken drew his hard-on almost all the way out of Jane's pussy until only his cock-head remained inside. This was to gather momentum. For when he plunged forward again, his prick was like a battering ram as it crashed into the tunnel of his sister's twat. Deeper and deeper his cock surged, until it seemed to each fucking partner that his dick must have suddenly grown to well over a foot in length.
Clinging to the root of his hilted cock, Ken's balls almost burst from their sac. Quivering, they unleashed a torrent of cum that gushed through his cock, straight to the depths of Jane's thirsty fuck hole.
"Love it!" Jane squealed as Ken's fiery jism scorched her womb. "Oh, shoot it into my cunt, Ken! Burn me up inside!"
Ken's cock kept creaming long after it should have normally stopped. With every spurt the cum got hotter and thicker. When his prick finally did squirt its last, it seemed as if Ken had climaxed for some kind of male record. His sister's pussy showed the result. When Ken removed his drained cock from Jane, her twat bubbled and drooled with excess jism.
The cum leaked from Jane's cunt almost as fast as it had originally poured in. It streaked down her inner thighs and splashed on the bedspread. Then Jane made the mess even worse by reaching behind and smearing the jizz all over her asscheeks, crotch and legs.
"You should see yourself," Ken rasped while looking on. "God, Sis, you're something."
"Just wish I were double-jointed," Jane dreamily told her brother when she had calmed down enough to speak. "Then I could lick myself off."
"If it could be done, you'd do it," Ken sighed.
"I'm still so damn horny I'd probably go ahead and try it if there weren't any other choice," Jane said: "But, luckily, I've still got you to keep me cooking. How's your dick"
"It lost a little something after that last fuck," Ken admitted. "But if anybody could get my cock all the way up again on short notice, it's you, Sis.
What'd you have in mind?"
"There's still one hole of mine that you haven't balled," Jane pointed out to her brother.
"You like it in the ass?"
"Anytime I can get it. You game?"
"I'll die trying, Sis."
"Well, then, let's get it on, stud!" Jane declared. "This'll be the best fuck yet. You might even forget all about my cunt once you've got your big cock jammed up my tight ass."
Jane arranged herself in a favorite butt-fucking position. She was on her back, her legs drawn all the way aver her head so her body was jackknifed. With her ass up in the air and her buns apart, her asshole flexed. She let a hissing love-fart, giggling when the air filled with its pungent aroma.
"Oooooh, you do it to me, Sis," Ken gasped, his dick springing back to total stiffness. "My cock's harder than a rock again."
"Well, stick it in me, tiger," Jane urged. "My ass is dying to be screwed."
Ken moved in. He fit his cock-head into the dent of Jane's shit pit and prepared to shove so he could start butt-fucking his sister.
But it never got done The bedroom door swung open. A shaft of light spilled across the floor, reaching the bed and silhouetting Ken and Jane as he was poised to rain his big dick in ha waiting ass. Nothing was left to the intruder's imagination.
It was Christy, Jane's teenage daughter, who was getting her eyes full.
"Mom . . . Uncle Ken!" the shocked girl blurted. Then Christy slammed the door and ran away.
The erotic mood had been shattered. Knowing they had been found out, Ken and Jane stared breathlessly at one another. It was as if brother and sister had just fully realized for the first time that they were naked in bed together.
"I'm sorry, Sis," Ken muttered. "I didn't mean for it to turn out this way."
"Not as sorry as I am," Jane said bitterly, more disgusted with herself than she was angry at her brother.
Without any further conversation, Ken got out of bed, dressed, and left.
Jane lingered for awhile, trying to get her head together. Things just got worse for her. Her emotions sank into a bleak depression.
When Jane finally emerged from the bedroom, the party was over. She called for Christy, but there was no answer. The house was empty.
But not as empty as Jane felt.
Chapter Three
Jane didn't know what to do. So she did nothing, waiting for Christy to make the first move. But Christy was obviously holding it all inside of her. She said nothing to her mother about catching her in bed with Ken. As far as Jane was concerned, this just made things worse. It was almost as if Christy were using silence as a weapon.
The days dragged by. Jane thought about confiding in Bud, but was afraid to. The way her son had been avoiding her ever since the party, it seemed likely that Christy must have told him what happened.
With her home like a prison, Jane started going out, just wandering the streets in a daze. Usually she wound up in some bar, trying to drink her sorrow away. In an alcoholic fog she could at least temporarily numb the pain she felt.
One night she staggered into the house around midnight. Seeing that the kids were either gone or asleep, she slumped into a chair and just stared.
Without realizing it, she started to cry.
"I've made such a damn mess of things," Jane sobbed. "Everybody hates me. What's the use in going oh?" She thought of suicide. "After all, what do I have to live for?"
Tempting herself with the idea of permanently ending her grief; Jane got up and went to the bathroom. She stared into the medicine cabinet at the prescriptions she had collected over the years. Surely, she thought, if she took every pill available at the same time she could end it all.
She reached for a container of red capsules, whispering to herself, "Why not? What do I have to lose?"
Jane twisted the cap of the vial. It was stuck. She put it in her mouth to gnaw it loose with her teeth. That was when she heard the laughter . . .
It came from down the hall. Jane couldn't resist its lure. It had been so long since laughter had been heard in the house. She crept down the corridor. The laughter grew louder.
"It's coming from Christy's bedroom," Jane whispered with desperate yearning. "God, it sounds so good."
Jane went to the door and put her ear to it. It was Christy's voice she had heard all right. And now that voice had changed from laughter to a husky moan that vibrated with pleasure. Aching to know what was going on, Jane dropped to her knees. The house was an old one, with old fashioned keyholes on the doors. Jane could not resist peeping inside.
Her eyes were focused directly, on the bed. She saw movement in the form of a blurred patch of bare skin. Then the blur slowed down. From her vantage point, Jane had a clear view of her daughter's tits.
Christy was naked, Jane realized. What's more, her nipples were red and erect, obviously in a state of arousal.
Jane burned to know what was taking place in the bedroom. It was the first excitement she had felt in days. Driven by her curiosity, Jane made the decision to find out for certain just what her daughter was up to.
One of Christy's windows faced out onto the yard. Jane knew that her daughter never closed the window shade because of a clump of shrubbery that grew outside on the other side of the glass.
Jane scurried down the hall, through the kitchen, and bolted through the back door into the yard. She burrowed into the shrubbery, coming up with a perfect view through her daughter's uncovered window. Whatever there was to be seen, she could see it.
"Oh, my God!" Jane gasped with alarm, forced to bite into her forearm so her voice wouldn't carry.
Now Jane knew why her daughter was naked. Why Christy had been laughing and moaning. The scene was crystal clear. Christy was not, alone in bed. Between her spread legs, she clutched the head of a crouching boy. A teenage boy who was eating her cunt.
A boy who was her own brother.
And all Jane could do was watch and listen as her son went down on her daughter's pussy.
"Ooooh, Bud, suck it, suck it!" Christy was groaning encouragement to her twat-lapping brother. "Use your tongue like it was a cock. Make it hard and jam it up my cunt. Like you were fucking me with it."
In her hiding place, Jane had trouble believing her own eyes and ears. She was hypnotized by the incestuous action on the bed, rooted to her spot outside the window.
"My own son and daughter," Jane whispered with awe. "Bud and Christy, having sex Jane was interrupted by her daughter's orgasmic wail.
"Oh, Bud ... Bud, I'm coming!" Christ blurted, "You've got me coming so hard! Your tongue is magic in my cunt!"
Jane could hear her son slurp as Bud downed his sister's free-flowing pussy juice while Christy came in his mouth. Jane licked her lips, finding herself wondering what her daughter's cunt tasted like.
Jane was shocked by the knowledge that her son and daughter were lovers. But her dominant emotion was sexual. Most of all, watching her naked children getting it on had reduced Jane to panting horniness.
"What beautiful kids," she sighed. "I'd give anything to watch them fuck."
Jane got her wish.
Bud pulled his face up from his sister's crotch. His sticky face glistened with pussy juice as he knelt between Christy's legs. His big dick resembled a pole as it loomed from his crotch.
"Why'd you stop eating my cunt?" Christy asked.
"You know," Bud answered, stroking his hard-on and eyeing his sister's wide-open twat.
"Why don't you tell me anyway?" Christy teased. "I want to hear you say it."
"I'm going...to...fuck...you," Bud slowly told his sister.
"Say it again," Christy urged. "Over and over again."
Then he guided his cock-head to the fleshy gash of his sister's awaiting cunt. He shoved. Half of his prick disappeared in Christy's twat. He shoved again, fell on top of his sister, and as his hips started to roll, he was fucking her to the hilt.
"God, just look at those kids fuck," Jane swooned outside the window. "What I'd give to be that age again. So young and horny and knowing exactly what to do about it."
Jane could not stand to just watch any longer. She needed relief from the throbbing ache at the crux of her loins. So her hand found its way under her skirt, straight to her cunt.
Tugging her damp panties aside, Jane poked a pair of fingers into her sopping gash. As she probed, her pussy squeezed back. She curled her fingers, using her knuckles like the head of a cock. Rhythmically finger-fucking herself, she continued to watch her children fuck.
"Mmmm, your cock feels so big in my cunt," Christy was telling her brother as he drove between her spread legs. "I'm gonna be coming before I know it."
"Go ahead. Don't hold anything back, Sis," Bud rasped. "You know how I dig fucking you while your pussy's getting off. Your cunt gets even tighter and wetter while you're coming than it usually is."
"In that case I'll give myself a little extra push," Christy chuckled.
She laid a hand across each of her tits. She rubbed the jiggling mounds at first, then gradually began to concentrate on her nipples. Christy's nipples were plump and red, resembling fresh strawberries. She caught them between her fingers and squeezed them, gently at first, then harder. Eventually she was pinching them. They swelled like they might burst.
"Now . . . now I'm gonna come!" Christy announced.
She climaxed, her body writhing. Wrapping her legs around her brother's waist while he pumped his cock in her cunt, she bounced her ass on the bed. The springs squealed, combining with Christy's moans to produce a duet of erotic sound that seared Jane's ears.
As her daughter climaxed, Jane knew that she had to come also in order to keep envy from consuming her. Desperate for an orgasm, Jane stuffed all five fingers into her twat. Her fist punched repeatedly all the way to her womb.
It worked.
"Ooooh, thank God!" Jane moaned gratefully as she achieved the climax she had craved.
Temporarily calmed down, she focused her attention on her son. Bud was obviously ready to come.
"Getting off, Sis!" he told Christy, shafting his dick in her twat. "My cock's gonna blow in your pussy!"
"Shoot it, Bud, shoot it!" Christy cried, wiggling her ass in anticipation. "Drown my cunt with your cum! Fill me up with so much damn jizm that my pussy can't hold it all! I want your cum running down my legs and leaking into the crack of my ass by the time your prick's through unloading!"
"Yes, Bud, shoot it," Jane whispered. "Come in Christy's cunt. Give your sister the hot juice from your big, beautiful cock."
Bud grunted. His smooth asscheeks clenched together as his boner slammed into his sister's fuck-hole as far as possible. Then he came.
"Pour it inside me!" Christy screeched.
"Oh, yes . . . yes," Jane murmured at the window while she watched her son creaming in her daughter's thirsty twat. "Pump that cum into Christy's pussy, Bud. She deserves every drop you can give her. She's fucked you so hard for it."
"Shit, I'm coming so strong . . . don't know where I'm getting all this jizz!" Bud gasped while his cock continued erupting in his sister's cunt.
"Ahhhh, this is the best, Bud," Christy responded. "The best time you've ever fucked me. There's soooo much cummmmmmm!"
At the window, Jane was suddenly distracted from the main action when the significance of what her daughter had just said struck her.
"The best time you ever fucked me," Jane repeated Christy's key statement to herself.
Jane was shaken. For the first time it dawned on her that her children had fucked before tonight. What she was watching was something Bud and Christy had been doing all along.
In the meantime, while Jane pondered her discovery, Bud finished shooting his wad and removed his spent prick from his sister's cunt. Christy lolled with her legs gaping, fingering her pussy lips as far apart as they would go so Bud's excess jism spilled out of her gash. Caught by the light, the leaking cum sparkled as it streaked down Christy's loins and saturated the split of her ass.
Now Jane was in for another shock as she heard her son say to her daughter: "Why don't you smear my jizz around, Sis? That's what mom always does when I'm through fucking her."
Christy's pretty face wrinkled with distaste at the mention of her mother. "Don't bring her up. Not when you're balling me!"
"Aw, c'mon, Sis, don't be so bitchy. Mom means well."
"I can't help the way I feel!" Christy snapped at her brother. "The idea of you fucking mom turns my stomach. I'll never understand how you can stand to, stick your cock in that dried-up old cunt of hers. I'll bet her pussy is so loose it flaps."
Outside the window, Jane was heartsick. But she kept listening. Her spirits picked up when she heard Bud defending her.
"You can badmouth mom all you want, Sis, and it doesn't mean a thing," he answered Christy.
"You don't know what you're talking about, because you don't have a cock and you've never fucked her."
"If I had a cock a foot long and I was dying of horniness, I'd jack-off until I bled before I'd ball that old hag," Christy sneered. "If you wanna fuck mom, that's your problem. I guess you're as hard up as she is, you poor jerk."
"Well, then, where does that leave you, Sis?" Bud charged. "I notice you take every chance you can get at my prick."
"That's different," Christy pouted. "I'm young and pretty. Can fuck anybody I want. I don't have to make you screw me the way mom does."
"She didn't have to make me," Bud replied. "Mom gave me my first piece of ass and I was glad to get it. If she hadn't taken my cherry, I might've never had the guts to come on with you, Sis."
"So what?" Christy haughtily said. "I can fuck any guy I want. If you want Mom instead of me, you're welcome to her."
"Yeah, you talk a good game, Sis, but I know different," Bud sneered. "You're just as desperate as you claim mom is and you know it."
"Prove it!" Christy bristled.
"Okay, I will," Bud replied in a steady voice. "That night of the party, for instance. When you walked in on mom doing a number with Uncle Ken, why did you pretend to be so shocked when you knew that she'd been fucking me all along to begin with?"
"I-I-" Christy stammered.
"I'll give you the answer," Bud interrupted.
"You wanted mom out of the picture. Thought you could get her so worried that she wouldn't dare get it on with me anymore as long as you were looking over her shoulder. And, meanwhile, you counted on me being so pissed off when I found out mom had screwed Uncle Ken that you'd have me all to yourself."
"It's a lie! A goddamn fucking lie!" Christy screamed.
She reared up, striking out at her brother with her fists. Bud dodged her blows, then grabbed her arms.
"No, Christy, it's the truth," Bud hissed. "And I'm going to make you admit it."
"Never! Nothing you can do-"
"Don't be so sure of that, bitch! I have my ways."
Bud slapped Christy across the face. Then again and again, until she started crying. When his sister was sufficiently weakened by his blows, Bud grabbed her shoulders and wrestled with her on the bed until he had her pinned face down. Straddling her thighs, he grabbed her asscheeks and lifted her butt until she was shakily propped on her knees. Bud pried his sister's buns apart. He shoved his cock into the split of her ass.
"What are you doing to me?" Christy groaned.
"The one thing I've never done to you is fuck your ass," Bud said. "Well, let me tell you something, with a cock as big as mine it can hurt a chick like hell. I'm gonna butt-fuck you until you tell the truth. You'll either give in or I'll rip you to pieces, bitch."
Bud drove his cock like a cutting blade into his sister's asshole.
Christy screamed with pain. But she did not give in.
Bud slammed forward again. By the time his crotch was through surging, his entire prick was buried in Christy's narrow shit pit.
"Hurt enough for you?" Bud cruelly taunted his suffering sister.
"I can take it!" Christy defiantly answered. "Take it . . . and more!"
She started moving her ass, purposely working Bud's hilted cock within her tight anal channel. Bud retaliated by draping himself over Christy's back, grabbing hold of her dangling tits like they were handles. He squeezed them so powerfully that the spongy flesh oozed between his gouging fingers.
Incredibly, Christy laughed in response. "You'll have to do better than this, big brother!"
The struggle continued.
At the window, the children's mother watched with breathless alarm. Jane didn't know what to think, what to do. She was spellbound, her mind and body frozen with shock.
"Had enough, bitch?" Bud yelled.
"Never!" Christy hollered back. "Go ahead, butt-fuck me all you want. This was your idea in the first place. I expect you to finish what you started. Or, goddamn it, I'll finish it myself on my own terms."
Christy swung her ass from side to side, whipsawing Bud's cock. For the first time he was the one wincing in pain. The tide was turning. Before long, Christy had taken charge of the action.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck my ass until you come! I'll twist your goddamn prick off at the root unless you come in my ass!"
All of a sudden, Christy lurched backward, forcing her brother to give ground. Bud lost his balance. Ass-first, Christy bulldozed him, tipping him over.
Christy rocked back. Shifting all her weight to her butt, she pinned Bud's shoulders to the mattress as she mounted him. She was sitting on her brother's cock now, taking it straight up her ass.
Slowly she turned to face Bud, twisting his cock in her shit pit. Her hips rose and fell, completely dictating the rhythm of the butt-fucking.
"God, Sis, you've gone crazy!" Bud gasped as his sister moved her tight asshole up and down his standing hard-on.
"Just tell me you don't dig it and I'll stop," Christy answered.
Bud glared up at his sister and their eyes locked. The butt-fucking continued, with Christy anally jerking her brother's prick from the head to the root. Bud cracked. Gradually, his grim expression melted away, replaced by an almost dreamy expression. A smile split his face.
"Yes, I dig it, Sis," Bud admitted. "What ever made me think I could get the best of you? You're really something."
"Better than Mom?"
Bud nodded.
"Then come in my ass, stud, and prove it."
"You get it, Sis!"
Bud's crotch surged, stabbing his prick to the farthest reaches of Christy's asshole. His cockhead then spurted with liquid flame.
Christy took her climaxing brother's cum with a howl of joy. She thrashed her hips, corkscrewing Bud's hilted prick as it erupted in her shit pit.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" she exclaimed. "My ass is on fire!"
Outside the window, Jane finally turned away. She had seen and heard enough. Jane's heart felt like it was going to break. She saw a gulf between her children and herself that seemed to stretch for miles. Could it ever be bridged? Right now Jane wasn't strong enough to think about it. All she wanted to do was slink off somewhere and lick her wounds.
So she left.
She wound up wandering the streets again. Eventually she found herself in another bar. But this time all the alcohol in the world couldn't have put a dent in her pain.
Chapter Four
"You all right, lady?" the bartender asked.
"Sure, Jus' fine," Jane slurred. "Whatsa matter, think I'm drunk?"
"Something like that."
"What if I am? That's my business!" Jane snapped. "Gimme another drink."
"It's my business, too, lady," the bartender answered firmly. "I've got a license to protect. No more booze for you."
Jane lurched up from her stool to argue with the bartender. It was a mistake. Her reflexes were too blurred by alcohol to respond to such sudden movement. Jane lost her balance and crashed to the floor.
The bartender looked down at her and shook his head with disgust. "I'll call you a taxi," he sighed, reaching for the phone.
A few minutes later, Jane was being stuffed in a cab.
"Where you going?" the driver asked her.
Jane was alert enough to know that she didn't want to go home. She gave the cabbie the first address that came to her mind. 967 Juniper Street. Her brother Ken's place.
A life-long bachelor, Ken lived alone in a swinging singles apartment house. After the taxi had delivered her there, Jane puttered around the building until she found her brother's front door. She let herself in with a key that Ken had given her once when he was out of town so she could water his plants.
Stumbling into the darkened apartment, Jane headed straight for the bedroom. Feeling dizzy, all she wanted to do in the world was lie down and pass out.
When she bumped into the bed, Jane belly flopped onto it. She was so drunk that it failed to register with her that somebody was sleeping next to where she sprawled.
Ken stirred. "What's going on?"
He felt around. When his hand caressed a female hip, he woke up completely.
"Jesus, there's a broad in bed with me," he whispered. "Wonder who it is." He looked at her face and caught a whiff of her barroom breath. "Christ, it's sis, and she's dead drunk. Wonder what she's doing here?"
He thought about it for a moment.
"Who cares?" he decided and- started loosening Jane's skirt. "She's so fucking bombed I can do anything I want to her with no hassle."
Ken had struck out tonight with a woman he had been trying to put the make on for weeks. His frustration had given his cock a hair-trigger. Now that there was a fresh focus for his horniness, his prick snapped to attention in the form of a throbbing hard-on.
When he had his sister stripped from the waist down, Ken laid Jane on her belly and straddled the backs of her legs. Prying her asscheeks apart, he peered at the hairy gash of her cunt. His balls churned with anticipation.
"Don't know why you're here, Sis," he murmured, "but thanks for showing up. I need a good, solid fuck real bad."
Ken angled his boner down and slipped his cockhead into the gap of his sister's pussy lips. Even though Jane was unconscious, her cunt was surprisingly wet and warm.
"What a woman," Ken sighed. "Even when she's out cold, her pussy's turned on and ready for cock."
Ken shoved. As half his prick entered his sister's gash, her twat squeezed in reply.
He shoved again, hilting his entire cock in his sister's fuck-hole. Now Jane's cunt was spanning, getting even tighter and damper.
Ken started working his dick. Even though she was asleep, Jane's ass started to squirm.
"Ahhh, that's the ticket, Sis," Ken rasped. "Just keep wiggling your ass. I can feel every inch of my cock inside your pussy."
Panting with lust, Ken went beyond just fucking his sister. Sliding his hands under Jane's blouse, he fondled her bra-less tits, noting with satisfaction how stiff her nipples were.
"Horny, horny bitch," Ken whispered in Jane's ear, meaning it as a compliment. "I've made it with a lot of chicks in my day, but you're the champ, Sis. If I had to pick one woman to fuck, it'd be you."
Gently pinching Jane's nipples, Ken drove his prick into her twat with a particularly deep thrust. After a couple of seconds, Jane's cunt had a delayed reaction, rippling from its depths all the way out to its lips.
"Man, oh, man, this is a trip," Ken moaned. "My little sister fucks even better when she's asleep than when she's awake."
Ken pulled his dick out of Jane's pussy until just his cock-head remained within her moist slit. Then he plowed forward again. His sister's cunt responded the same way it had after the previous cock-thrust, spasming from the tip of Ken's prick to the root.
"Even when you don't know you re being fucked, you love it," Ken said to his sleeping sister.
Ken's cock froze in his sister's cunt. Having started to fuck Jane While she was asleep, Ken was leery about her waking up and panicking when she discovered that his big cock was jammed up her pussy.
"Oooooh," Jane groaned, "what's happening to me?"
"You're having a wet dream," Ken whispered in his sister's ear. "Nothing to be afraid of. Happens to everybody once in awhile. Just relax and enjoy it."
"Who're you?" Jane slurred.
"Just the man of your dreams," Ken answered. "No face. No name. Just a big, strong stud giving your wet pussy all the cock it wants."
"Mmmm, I can dig it," Jane swooned.
Ken took one of his sister's asscheeks in each hand and raised her butt in the air so Jane was kneeling. Now he could dog-fuck her, getting even more leverage for his thrusting cock. Ken took advantage of it by jack hammering his prick in his sister's pussy.
"Oooooh ... that's the way to fuck me," Jane gasped in her sleep. "I think I'm gonna come."
"Do it, baby," Ken urged.
Jane wriggled her ass.
"Ahhh, yes," she groaned, "you're right. It feels sooo gooooood!"
"Just keep right on dreaming," Ken soothed his sister. "Dreaming and fucking."
"Yessssssss!" Jane responded. "Fuuuuuuuuucckkk meeeee!"
Ken's rigid cock moved in and out of his sister's cunt, producing peak friction. Jane writhed from one orgasm to the next.
"Never came so much," she reported. "Now all I need to make things perfect is your jizz in my pussy.
"That's the spirit. Now hang on! My cock's ready to blow!"
Ken drilled his prick to the squishy core of his sister's twat. A split-second later he was unloading a torrent of the hottest, thickest jizz he could recall ever shooting in a woman's pussy.
"Ooooh, I did it . . . did it!" Jane cried out, believing she had created the illusion of spurting jism in her twat. "God, this cum feels better in my cunt than the real thing."
Ken's cock squirted for several seconds. By the time it was drained, Jane's pussy was a creamy swamp. When her brother removed his spent prick, Jane's cunt started overflowing with excess jism.
"Incredible!" Jane gushed. "I swear I can actually feel the cum running down my legs."
"Want some more?" Ken asked.
"Is your cock still stiff?"
"That's up to you," Ken said, playing the dream-angle for all it was worth. "As long as you think I've got a hard-on, that's all that counts. Just keep pretending and I'll fuck you in any hole you want."
"Any hole?" "Right on."
"Know what I'm thinking, stud?"
"You want it in the ass, don't you?" Ken reached the obvious conclusion. "More than anything!"
Jane rolled over. She spread her legs and drew them back over her head..
Ken had never seen a woman's ass more wide open than his sister's was right now. Jane's asshole whooshed with escaping vapor as it waited to be stuffed with cock.
"Now, just one thing before I butt-fuck you," Ken told his sister, taking precaution. "Don't wake up. 'Cause if you stop dreaming, I'll just disappear. Poof, just like that."
"Don't worry, stud, I know the rules," Jane answered. "I know a good thing when I've got it." "Okay," Ken said, his throbbing prick in his hand. "Keep those eyes shut tight and you're gonna find yourself with enough cock up your ass to split you in two."
"Jam it up my ass, stud!" Jane begged.
"Good girl," Ken responded, aiming the knob of his dick at his sister's fuck-hungry shit pit.
His crotch bucked. His prick lurched.
"Arrrggghhh!" Jane winced as her brother's cock surged into her ass. "It hurts so good. Push your big dick all the way into me and make me suffer. I'll come so fucking hard you won't believe it . . . so hard, even I won't believe it."
"Whatever you say," Ken answered. "You're the boss."
Ken's crotch lurched again. When it came to rest, flush against his sister's asscheeks, his boner was buried in Jane's butt.
With her ass stuffed with cock, Jane brought her legs down and wrapped them around her brother's torso. She wouldn't accept anything less than every inch of Ken's huge prick in her ass.
Ken was so bound up by his sister's clutching thighs that he couldn't even move. It was left for Jane to do all the work. She went at it with gusto, rocking her hips and rolling her ass. Although it was locked in place, Ken's hilted cock got all the friction it could handle from his sister's shimmying asshole.
But Jane still wasn't finished.
"Play with my clit," she told her brother.
Ken's fingers slid down Jane's belly until they reached her cunt. He separated the folds there and his sister's fat clit sprang out like a miniature hard on.
Taking the magic button between his thumb and forefinger, Ken stroked it almost as if he were actually jacking it off.
Jane climaxed on the spot. She shrieked.
Ken sent his sister's senses soaring, fingering cut in tandem with fucking her ass. Jane was coming so strongly.
Presented with too much of a good thing, Ken couldn't restrain himself from spurring his climaxing sister on to even greater orgasmic heights. He had never made a woman come so much as his masculine instinct drove him to find out how much farther he could make her go.
It was a mistake.
Ken pinched her clit until it threatened to burst. He machine-gunned his cock in her ass with such force that her spine cracked.
And it was just top much.
As her orgasm built to a level of mind-shattering ecstasy, Jane's eyes flew open. The sight, smell and sound of reality hit her with devastating force.
"This is no dream!" she blurted out.
"Yes . .. yes, it is!" Ken desperately tried to hold back the truth.
"No!" Jane screamed. "I'll prove it!"
She crammed her fingers into her mouth and bit down on them so hard that blood seeped from the corners of her mouth. Then she wiped that blood across her brother's face with her mangled knuckles.
"It's not a dream!" Jane demanded.
"Okay . . . okay," Ken admitted, "it's really happening. I'm fucking you in the ass, Sis."
"Why? What am I doing here in bed with you, Ken?" Jane wailed in confusion.
"I swear I don't know, Sis," Ken answered. "I woke up and you were just in the sack beside me, that's all. Drunk and passed out. I couldn't stop myself from fucking you."
"You bastard!" Jane hissed. "You're supposed to be my brother. Supposed to look out for me."
"You turn me on, Sis," he said. "Turn me on more than any woman I've ever known in my life. Couldn't stop myself from fucking you once I saw I had the chance. Give me a break, Janie, I'm only human."
"Forget it!" Jane snarled. "I'm getting the hell out of this fucking nightmare."
She tried to pull away from her brother. But his cock was locked in her ass too securely for her to go very far. What's more, her lurching movement re-established the friction of Ken's prick in her tight shit pit.
The more Jane struggled, the more strikingly her brother's dick stimulated her asshole.
It was a losing battle. Jane's angry protest dissolved into an uncontrollable moan. She hated her response, but couldn't help it.
Picking up on the turning tide, Ken started butt fucking his sister again with driving cock-strokes. His prick was angling straight down into her asshole now, its head reaching all the way to the boiling mass of shit in Jane's bowels.
Ken had his confidence back as Jane took thrust after thrust of his butt-fucking prick.
"Admit it, Sis," he rasped. "You really want me to come in your ass, don't you? Right now you're thinking about my hot jizz flooding your guts. You can't stop yourself from wanting it. It's just the kind of woman you are."
Jane tried to tell her brother to go straight to hell. She couldn't. Then she attempted a stony silence. It was useless. She kept moaning.
Jane was forced to recognize that Ken was right. All her anger, all her outrage, had been swept away by one thing: her anticipation of an ass full of her brother's scalding jizz.
Jane hated her weakness. But there was no way she could block her lust for jism.
"I dare you to tell me to stop butt-fucking you, Sis." Ken poured it on. "Dare you to say you don't want my jizz in your ass."
Jane sucked in her breath. She held it as long as possible, while her brother's big cock kept working in her spasming asshole.
Finally, Jane had to let the air out of her lungs.
"C-come in me, Ken!" she stammered in humiliation. "C-come in my ass!"
"Beg me, bitch!"
"P-please, please!"
"Rub my balls," Ken directed. "Show me how much you want my jizz."
Jane's fingers automatically clasped her brother's hairy nuts, rolling them around, priming their cum-supply.
He drove his shoulders against the crooks of Jane's knees, forcing her legs all the way back. His cock drilled her ass in a final hilting plunge, then exploded with a cascade of scorching cream.
Jane took it with a groan that lasted as long as her brother's jism spilled into her ass. In the midst of the cum-flow, Jane began climaxing too.
Then it was over. Perhaps the easiest thing for Jane to have done would have been to admit that her brother had succeeded in getting her off as powerfully as any woman would wish for. But she couldn't.
Jane's pride wouldn't let her tell the truth. Regardless of how magnificently she had come from the butt-fuck, she could not forget how badly she had been degraded.
The instant Ken had shot his wad, Jane wrestled free from him. Snatching her skirt, she fled from the bedroom. Her brother chased her, but tripped in the darkness before he got very far and fell on his face.
In the living room, Jane moved toward the door. She didn't make it, because the darkness caught up with her also.
She ran into something. Not a chair, or the wall, but something alive and breathing. Six-feet and two hundred pounds of solid muscle.
The light came on.
Jane's human obstacle stood there with his hand on the switch, smugly grinning.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he smirked in a shockingly familiar voice.
Jane couldn't believe her ears. She looked up and couldn't believe her eyes.
It was him. He'd been sleeping on the couch.
"Lenny!" Jane gasped her ex-husband's name, while trembling before him with her skirt in her hand. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"Just blew back into town. Thought I'd bunk in with Ken," Lenny chuckled. "See you had the same idea."
"This isn't what it looks like," Jane replied, nude from the waist down.
"Oh, yeah?" Lenny leered, his eyes settling on his ex-wife's bare crotch, where a fresh cum dribbled down her inner thighs. "Tell me all about it."
"Fuck you!" Jane seethed, realizing there was no point in explaining, a situation that was so obvious. "It's my life. I'll do what I please with it."
With that, Jane darted around her ex-husband and bolted out the, door. As she stood on the landing, wriggling into her skirt, she could hear Lenny's mocking laughter from the apartment. Then she ran, down the stairs, out of the building, and into the early morning darkness.
The bars were closed, so Jane traveled the deserted streets until after dawn. Finally, as much as she tried to fight it, fatigue drove her home.
Jane sneaked into the house, not wanting to see or talk to anyone. When she reached her bed, she burrowed under the covers, shutting herself off from the rest of the world. There she lay in a self-imposed void.
Somehow sleep came. A blank, dreamless sleep. For the time being, at least, Jane had found peace.
Chapter Five
Jane was awake. She was staring up at the ceiling, unwilling for the time being to shift her attention to anything more complex than the cracks in the plaster. Her deep sleep had physically rested her, but hadn't done much for her state of mind.
The phone rang. Someone answered it. From the bedroom Jane could hear her daughters s voice.
Jane tried to ignore it.
"Oh, Daddy!" Christy was bubbling. "I just can't believe it's you. That you're really back in town. Can't wait to see you."
Jane cringed as she heard this. The way things had been going, there could only be one result if Christy and her father got together.
"They'll fuck for sure," Jane bitterly concluded.
Jane's mind was uncontrollably filled with an image of her ex-husband's curving hard-on approaching their daughter's wide-open blonde cunt. Then the mental picture featured Lenny's cock-head slipping into the moist gap of Christy's pussy lips. The rest of his prick followed, inch by inch, until Lenny was fucking Christy to the hilt. As Lenny drove into her, Christy wrapped her legs around her father's waist, wriggling her ass.
"No!" Jane blurted. "I can't let it happen!"
She jumped from bed, dashing toward the phone to stop the call. But when Jane got there, the call had already been completed. Christy was standing there, a dreamy smile on her pretty, young face, as happy as she could be.
"I overheard," Jane confronted her daughter. "I can't let you see your father."
Christy's expression abruptly twisted into an angry frown. "Who's gonna stop me?"
"I will!" Jane declared, "I'll follow you. I'll-"
"You don't need to follow me, Mom," Christy cut in. "Daddy's coming over here to see me. You can even hang around and watch if you want to- just so long as you don't get in the way."
"Watch . . . what?" Jane gulped, expecting the worst.
"Do I really have to spell it out for you, Mom?" Christy chuckled.
"No . . . don't say it," Jane croaked.
"Don't say what, Mom?" Christy smirked. "That you don't have any claims on daddy since you divorced him? That I'm the only woman in this family he digs anymore?"
"But you're not a woman. You're just a girl!" Jane protested. "Too young to know what you're doing. Please don't go through with this."
"Nothing you can say or do can stop me, Mom," Christy firmly stated. "I'm going to do everything I can to get daddy to fuck me. I just hope he wants me as much as I want him."
"You won't!" Jane issued a strangled cry and threw herself at Christy.
Mother and daughter struggled until they fell, Jane on top. Christy kicked and thrashed, but her mother's strength was superior. Eventually Jane had pinned Christy's shoulders to the floor.
"You can't keep me down forever, Mom," Christy spat. "Why don't you just give up? What are you trying to prove?"
"That I love you!" Jane blurted. "I have to protect you from yourself."
"If you love me, you sure have a funny way of showing it," Christy said, twisting under the weight of her mother's body.
Stung by her daughter's words, Jane acted impulsively, feeling a burning need to prove her love. All of a sudden, she found herself kissing Christy on the lips. Then she recklessly drove her tongue down Christy's throat.
Only the need for air caused the deep, tonguing kiss to be broken.
Jane looked down at her daughter, ready to apologize for her rash behavior, but holding back until Christy spoke first.
But Christy said nothing. She just sighed. Then, abruptly, there was a second kiss. Only this time, Christy made it happen, and it was her tongue darting into her mother's mouth.
Jane couldn't control her emotions. She moved her thigh between Christy's spread legs, forcing up her daughter's skirt.
Now Jane could feel the warmth of her daughter's throbbing teenage cunt. She rubbed, and Christy's ass squirmed in response.
"Your pussy is so wet," Jane whispered when the second kiss had ended. "Is it because of your father, or...or..."
"It's you, Mom," Christy revealed. "The instant you kissed me I forgot all about daddy. It just hit me all at once. Suddenly it was like you and I were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered."
"Oh, baby, you don't know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that," Jane panted. "I'd do anything to make you see how much I care for you."
"Anything?" Christy grinned, flexing her damp twat against her mother's thigh.
"Oh, God, yes, sweetheart!" Jane swooned.
Jane tugged at her daughter's sweater; pulling it up and off. Christy's bra-less tits heaved into the open and Jane kissed them all over. Then she sucked a nipple, sucking until it was spiked with arousal before she moved on to the other one.
In the meantime, Christy was stripping away her skirt and panties, making herself naked for her horny mother.
"God, you're gorgeous!" Jane gushed when she realized her daughter was completely nude beneath her.
"Now it's your turn, Mom," Christy said. "Take off your clothes ... or do you want me to do it for you?"
"Yes," Jane rasped. "Undress me, baby."
Jane rolled off her daughter, reclining on the floor as Christy hunched over her. First Jane's blouse was -undone and her tits were being fondled and licked until her nipples were red and erect. Then Christy moved down, chuckling about saving the best part for last.
"Did I ever tell you that ever since I was a little girl I've been jealous of your cunt?" Christy asked as she removed Jane's skirt. "Always wondered if I'd ever grow up enough to have one like it. So pink and blonde and hairy . . . mmmmmm!"
Christy ran her fingertips along the rim of Jane's exposed twat, then tasted the sticky juice.
"Sooo sweeeeeet! Oh, Mom, I can't wait to go down on your pussy and really eat you out."
"Then do it!" Jane pleaded, spreading her legs. "Please do it to me!"
"Only if you eat my pussy, too," Christy said. Her mother eagerly accepted.
Now, mother and daughter curled themselves in a lesbian sixty-nine. Christy was on top, diving between her mother's open thighs to suck pussy, while offering her own cunt to Jane's face.
The female tongues resembled oral cocks as they probed the soft pussy meat. Each partner was getting her first real taste of another woman's cunt, but they nevertheless performed like experienced dykes.
"Oh, Mom," Christy moaned with a hairy mouthful of twat, "I've never tasted anything better than your cunt. How's my pussy? Is it sweet enough-wet enough-for you?"
"Mmmmm, your cunt's just perfect, baby," Jane slurped. "Can't get enough of it. If you don't watch out, I might eat a hole clean through you."
"Is that a threat or a promise, Mom?" Christy giggled into her mother's gash.
"Both, if you keep turning me on as much as you are."
"I'll do my best, Mom. This is the most fantastic action I've ever had. Who needs men?"
"You bet," Jane echoed her daughter's sentiment. "As long as we've got each other, cocks might as well not exist."
At this point, Jane caught her daughter's clit just right with the rough side of her tongue. Christy's ass jumped like it had just been burned.
"Ooooh, Mom!" she moaned. "I'm gonna come. Right away. Gonna come in your mouth if you keep doing that number on my clit!"
Jane's tongue scraped her daughter's clit with twice as much friction as before. True to her word, Christy climaxed with a mighty force, writhing and shuddering. The fresh pussy juice her cunt spilled in her mother's thirsty mouth could have filled a tea cup.
Jane feasted on the honey from her daughter's twat with sloppy gulps. Drinking the nectar from Christy's cunt added an element to her arousal that pushed Jane to the erotic edge. Quickly, Jane was climaxing too.
As mother and daughter, came in each other's mouth, their dialogue temporarily ceased and the air was filled with the sounds of continuos sucking.
Jane and Christy wallowed in meat, hair and pussy juice.
The orgasms of mother and daughter renewed themselves several times. Just as it seemed either Jane or Christy might stop coming, a new climax would surface, always stronger than the one it had replaced.
Eventually Jane and Christy were so frenzied that they lost track of which climax was whose. They came as though they were parts of the same being-over and over and over again.
Finally, the sixty-fining wound down. But only because Christy had a brainstorm that she could not resist putting into practice.
"You know what I want to do-to you, Mom?" she said when the cunt-sucking stopped.
"Name it, baby."
"This is gonna sound pretty far-out," Christy warned.
"The farther out the better," Jane responded. "Whatever it is, we can find a way to do it."
"Okay," Christy said, "here goes.
She paused, building up her mother's curiosity.
"I want to fuck you," Christy evenly told her mother. "I mean really fuck you. Deep and hard, just like I was a man. Drive into your cunt as far as I can go."
"What'll you use for a cock?" Jane asked.
"There must be something around the house that's long and hard and round that'd make a good prick," Christy answered.
She got up and searched around. Her eyes lit up when she wandered over to the fireplace and looked up at the mantel.
"Ooooh, fantastic!" she squealed.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Jane called. "Close your eyes, Mom, I want to surprise you," Christy said.
Christy took the object she had found and returned to her mother. Jane was waiting with her eyes squeezed shut, grinning with anticipation.
"Can I look now?" Jane excitedly asked.
"Not yet. Got a couple of more things I need for you to do if this is going to be a really special surprise," Christy said.
"Name it."
"On your back, Mom . . . Yes, that's it Now spread your legs and open up your cunt nice and wide."
"Like this, baby?" Jane huskily sighed. She had not only stretched her thighs in a gaping V, but was fingering her pussy lips as far apart as they would go. The interior tunnel of her twat fluttered with glistening pinkness, making small sucking sounds.
"Mmmmmmm, couldn't be better," Christy approved.
Now Christy knelt between her mother's open legs, preparing to spring her surprise. The object she had in her hand was more than a foot long, with plenty of thickness to spare. A perfect cock substitute.
"Promise not to open your eyes until I tell you it's all right?" Christy said to her spread-eagled mother.
Jane nodded. "But hurry up, baby, I'm on pins and needles. Don't know how long I can stand the suspense."
"It'll be worth the wait, Mom," Christy purred. "I guarantee it."
Christy fit the far end of the makeshift prick into the gap of her mother's pussy lips, gently testing the fit. It couldn't have been better. The best proof of that was Jane's reaction. With the first inch of penetration she was moaning and flexing her hips.
"Deeper," Jane urged, drawing her knees up to expand the channel of her cunt. "Whatever it is you're putting inside me, get it in farther."
Christy shoved. Several inches of thick hardness disappeared inside her mother's twat. Christy jogged the buried portion of the cock-substitute back and forth in a gentle fucking motion, causing her mother's ass to squirm.
"Oh, what is it?" Jane hornily gasped. "God, it feels almost like a real prick in my cunt. Let me see what you're fucking me with . . please, baby, please."
"Just one more shove, Mom," Christy answered. "I want to make sure I get this thing in your pussy good and tight."
Another push and Christy had shafted her mother's cunt at least six inches deep. The free half of the penetrating object loomed up at a jutting angle from Jane's twat, twitching in the air as a result of her crotch writhing.
"Now . . . now can I look?" Jane asked breathlessly.
"Just a sec, Mom," Christy answered. "I want things to be perfect. Count to ten, then you can open your eyes."
While her mother counted, Christy made her final preparation. She took the exposed portion of the cock-substitute in her mouth, swiftly going down on it. She deep-throated it, her lips poised less than an inch from her mother's pussy when Jane reached ten.
"Okay!" Jane whooped, opening her eyes. However, she couldn't see a thing between her legs except the top of her daughter's head. "What the hell.. ."
Now Christy drew back. As she did, the half of the cock-substitute she had, been sucking slowly emerged from her mouth, glistening with spit. Finally, the object was fully revealed and Jane could see what it was.
"Oh, my God!" Jane blurted. "A candle! One of those big candles that Aunt Minnie sent for Christmas-"
"Like my idea, Mom?" Christy cut in.
"Like it? I love it!" Jane swooned.
Jane traced her fingers around the rim of her stuffed cunt, then up the jutting half of the candle, stroking the free end as if it were an erect cock.
"But what are you gonna do, baby?" Jane asked. "You don't have anything in your pussy."
"That's the best part, Mom," Christy grinned. "Remember how I said I was going to fuck you? Well, you re going to fuck me, too. Both of us are going to fuck each other-at the same time."
"It's too good to be true," Jane panted.
"Just watch."
Christy straddled her mother's crotch, centering her cunt just a few inches above the outer length of candle.
"Hold it straight up, Mom," Christy instructed. "Just like you were a guy with a hard-on."
"Gotcha!" Jane exclaimed. "Oh, this is gonna be better than the real thing!"
Jane positioned the free half of the candle so the tip was just shy of the slot of her daughter's hovering pussy. Then, slowly, carefully, Christy eased down. The candle entered her moist twat inch by inch, making squishing sounds on the way in.
"Oh, take it, baby, take it all the way up your cunt!" Jane urged as Christy sat on the wax column.
A moment later the cheeks of Christy's ass were resting on the tops of her mother's thighs. The candle was no longer visible because each end was shafting a cunt-the lower half angling down into Jane's twat, the top portion six inches up Christy's pussy.
"Now," Christy told her mother, "let's fuck!" Christy bore down, while Jane lifted her crotch in response. The pussy lips of daughter and mother met and seemed to melt on contact. The tingling buds of their clits poked each other like sharp needles.
Christy and Jane worked their asses. The pressure from their gyrating hips drove each end of the candle far into their cunts.
"Ooooh, that's it, honey!" Jane moaned from below. "Move with me . . . move with me!"
Mother and daughter fucked each other in a continuous rocking motion, their pussies trading thrusts of the candle. Then Christy added a new feature to the action. Arching her spine, she leaned backward. Several inches of the candle temporarily left her mother's twat, gleaming in the open with the sticky dew from Jane's fuck-hole.
"What are you doing, baby?" Jane asked.
Christy grinned. Then, cocking her hips for leverage, she slammed her crotch down in a blur. Her act propelled the candle as deeply as it would go into her mother's cunt with a jarring impact, and gave her own pussy quite a jolt in the bargain.
"Christ, I'm coming!" Jane cried in response.
Even though she was pinned under her daughter's weight, Jane lifted her ass all the way off the floor. This jammed the upper half of the candle in Christy's twat farther than it had ever gone before.
"Oh, shit, Mom! I'm coming too! What a trip!"
Brimming with orgasmic strength, Jane made things even more interesting as she and Christy climaxed together. Rearing up, Jane hugged Christy and rolled her over. All of a sudden, the positions of mother and daughter were reversed.
Now it was Jane on top. But she didn't sit on Christy's thighs. Instead, she slipped between her daughter's thighs, maneuvering herself into the standard masculine fucking position.
"Oh, wow, Mom, how, fabulous!" Christy reacted. "Fuck me like you were a man!"
To make things even more realistic, Christy wrapped her legs around her mother's waist. Jane's ass bobbed up and down as she drove the far end of the candle into Christy's cunt, while her own pussy grooved on the recoil from her thrusting motions.
Still not satisfied, Jane put her mouth to her daughter's tits and did some expert licking. Soon she had a nipple in her mouth and was sucking it like a hungry baby.
"Oooooh, Mom!" Christy groaned. "If you make me come any harder, I'm gonna explode!"
Jane moved her mouth to her daughter's other nipple. This one she chewed. Christy writhed with orgasm. Through it all, the candle kept surging back and forth in their cunts.
Now it was Christy who turned the tables. Springing up from the floor, she wrestled with her mother. Bodies rolled. When the tumbling ended, Christy was once again on top of the fucking and controlling the thrusts of the candle that linked her cunt with Jane's.
Jane reacted to the switch in positions. "Drill me, baby! Don't just fuck me, split me in two!"
Christy did her best. With every lurch of her crotch, she jabbed the depths of her own cunt almost as much with her end of the candle as she penetrated her mother's pussy with the other half. The result was predictable: dual climaxes for both mother and daughter that kept renewing themselves as long as the two-way fucking continued.
With no man involved, neither female partner needed to worry about shooting her wad and having to start all over again from scratch. In this way, the candle that was the instrument of fucking was actually superior to a real cock.
The action came to a halt only after a violently shared orgasm. As hips shook, asses thrashed, and pussies clenched as if they had teeth in them, mother and daughter finally went too far. There was a snapping sound, and all of a sudden the bond between Jane's and Christy's cunt came to an end.
"Oh, shit!" Christy reacted first.
"What happened?" her mother asked.
"Damn candle busted," Christy grumbled.
"All is not lost," Jane chuckled.
Jane scooted away. She removed her section of the cock-substitute from her cunt, transferring it to her mouth. The wax was dripping with pussy juice as Jane inserted it between her lips and started sucking as if she were attacking a real prick.
Christy quickly followed her mother's example, only she licked her sticky portion of the candle like ft was a candy-cane rather than deep-throating it.
And so the fucking between mother and daughter ended on this slurping note. Jane and Christy capped things off by sampling their own sweet pussy juice, getting the last amount of use from the broken, candle.
Someone knocked on the door.
When they heard it, Jane and Christy stopped and stared at one another, each trying to read the other's mind as the intrusion filled the air.
The knocking continued.
Jane and Christy waited hopefully for it to quit. It didn't, growing in intensity. Mother and daughter winced, knowing by now exactly who had come calling.
The knocking got even louder ...
Chapter Six
"It's Daddy!" Christy identified the source of the knocking. "I forgot all about calling him. Maybe he'll go away if nobody answers the door."
"If I know your father, he's spent the morning nursing a pint of whiskey for breakfast. Don't worry, he'll get into this house one way or another," Jane said of her ex-husband. "If there's something Lenny Hawthorne wants, he generally gets himself drunk enough to go after it."
Jane paused as the knocking shook the front door.
"And in this case," she bluntly told her daughter, "what he wants is you. Believe me, Christy, your father is banging o that door with a hard-on in his pants and his sights on some teenage pussy.
"I-I know I bragged I was going to f-fuck daddy," Christy stammered. "B-but how could he know that's why I asked him to come over?"
"I'm going to level with you," Jane cut in on her confused daughter. "Last night your father caught me fucking your Uncle Ken.. Red-handed. Knowing the way your father's mind works, I'm sure that makes him think that anything goes. Just the kind of situation he loves. Especially if he's been drinking. He's an animal then. Nothing'll stop him."
"What'll we do, Mom?" Christy gulped. "God, just look at us, we're both naked. No way we can put off daddy if he finds us like this."
Before Jane could make a decision, the knocking stopped. The silence was eerie, heightening the tension rather than providing any relief.
The mounting anxiety of mother and daughter was well-placed. A shadow appeared at the window. The windowpane rattled.
"Shit, the damn thing's stuck," a familiar male voice drunkenly cursed from outside.
There was a sudden crash.. Its origin was obvious. A foot had just kicked in the window, sending broken glass flying into the room.
As her ex-husband prepared to crawl into the house, Jane told her daughter to run and hide, just before taking off herself. Then Jane headed for the hallway, planning a dash toward the bedroom, maybe to hide under the bed. She assumed Christy was making the same kind of flight.
But Christy wasn't.
She had tripped. Snagging an ankle over a light cord, the unlucky teenager had brought down a lamp when she fell.
Jane heard the crash, stopped in her tracks, then reversed her direction.
It was too late.
Lenny was already in the house. He was standing over his nude daughter, admiring the way she had fallen. Christy was sprawled on her back, her long legs spread wide open. Her succulent blonde cunt glistened with exposure.
"Well, look at you," Lenny leered at his helpless daughter, the crotch of his pants throbbing with a tell-tale bulge. "Seems like you've been growing up awful fast, little girl. Got to say that I like it."
"D-Daddy. . . is that you?" Christy mumbled woozily, her slurred speech indicating that she must have hit her head on the floor and jarred her consciousness.
"Nobody else, sweetie," Lenny grinned. "I hope you're as happy to see me as I am to see you. What're you doing down there, anyway? You okay?"
"I must've tripped . . . tripped and fallen," Christy muttered in an obvious daze. "Think I knocked my head on something . . . I'm so dizzy."
"Here, I'll help you up, baby," Lenny soothed. "Your old dad's come to the rescue."
He leaned over, pulling his naked daughter to her feet. But between Lenny's drunkenness and Christy's lightheadedness, things did not go smoothly.
Christy was like a sandbag in her father's uncertain grip. She pitched forward, threatening to fall again. The only way Lenny could keep her upright was to prop her with a quick knee between her shaky thighs.
Slouching, Christy rested all her weight on her father's leg, straddling it with her bare crotch. Lenny hugged her, pressing her tits against his chest.
"Ooooh, baby, you're an armful," Lenny whispered hotly in Christy's ear. "A real package."
He made no attempt to untangle himself from his daughter's naked body. His upper leg was slowly rubbing her pussy now and Christy was starting to moan.
"Feel better, honey?" Lenny asked, tickling Christy's ear with his tongue while he spoke.
"Mmmm, yes, Daddy," Christy sighed, doing as much rubbing with her cunt as her father was doing with his leg. "I'm so glad you're here."
Lurking unseen in the hallway, Jane eavesdropped on her ex-husband and her daughter in total frustration. Stark naked herself, she just didn't have the courage to show herself and risk a confrontation. Jane watched as her ex-husband took increasing advantage of their nude daughter.
Lenny was maneuvering Christy across the room. His big hands were all over her now, caressing and fondling her soft flesh. Christy not only did nothing to resist, but responded to her father's pawing with heavy panting and excited squirming.
Then Christy had been lowered onto the couch. Her father made sure her legs stayed spread, running his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, just skirting the golden fringe of her open cunt.
"Touch my pussy, Daddy," Christy swooned.
"Sure, baby," Lenny rasped.
He placed a finger in the dewy slit of his daughter's twat, moistening it with teenage honey as he slowly penetrated. Christy's ass jumped and her thighs quivered.
Lenny's finger probed farther within his daughter's cunt. Now it was moving rhythmically back and forth. When Lenny added a second finger inside her twat, Christy arched her back and purred like a kitten.
"Feels sooo goooooood!"
"It'll feel even better when I get my cock inside you," Lenny answered, unzipping his fly with his free hand. "That's what you want, isn't it, sweetheart, my big prick in your tight pussy?"
Lenny's cock was abruptly out in the open. His daughter reached for it and stroked the fiery head and heavily veined shaft.
"Ooooh, Daddy, your dick is huge," Christy murmured. "I can't wait to take it in my cunt."
"You've got it, baby," Lenny grinned.
He dropped his pants and shorts and crawled onto the couch, mounting Christy with his hips between her thighs. Christy gripped his thick hard-on, guiding it into her pussy. Her twat was so wet and eager for a fuck that her father's ten-inch prick hilted her immediately.
With her pussy full of stiff cock, Christy wriggled her ass. Lenny responded with churning hips, working his rigid dick back and forth in his daughter's moist, spasming cunt.
"Oh, Daddy, we're fucking!" Christy moaned with ecstasy. "Really fucking! Your cock feels so big in my pussy! I'm coming already and you've only just started balling me!"
"Let it all hang out, little girl," Lenny replied. "That's what fucking's all about-going for broke."
He helped his writhing daughter toward a climax by fingering her clit while he fucked her. That did it.
"Mmmm . . . ahhhhh. . . oooohhh!" Christy gasped. "You've got me coming all right, Daddy! Wish you knew just how much. I'm getting off."
"Just enjoy yourself, sweetheart," Lenny said. "You're going to come a-lot more before your old dad's finished fucking you."
Watching from the hallway, Jane was torn between warring emotions. It tore her up inside to watch the man who had been her husband actually fucking their teenage daughter. But, on the other hand, there was definite arousal which Jane felt. She couldn't help it. The sight of Lenny's fat cock sliding in and out of Christy's blonde cunt-and Jane had a perfect view of the action-was a powerful turn-on.
Then there was envy.
Jane couldn't overcome it. She knew she had no rights to Lenny's cock since the divorce, but she could not deny her jealousy. Down deep, she wished she were the one Lenny was fucking and she resented Christy for taking her place.
Without even thinking about it, Jane had dropped her hand between her legs. She wasn't even aware of what she was doing until she felt her fingers on her bare cunt.
"Control yourself," she whispered harshly to herself.
But she couldn't. She was too horny for that.
And so Jane's fingers fondled her slick pussy lips, then moved inevitably to the top of her cunt and her clit. When she pressed the magic button, leaking pussy juice moistened her thighs. She fingered her clit some more.
When her orgasm arrived, Jane had to bite the wrist of her free arm to keep from crying out. And yet still she did not quit playing with her cunt, prolonging her climax until her knees knocked.
In the meantime, Lenny was steadily fucking Christy on the couch, his cock sawing in her pussy. Jane was watching everything as she fingered her own twat. The more Jane saw of her ex-husband fucking their daughter, the hornier she became and the more recklessly she masturbated.
On the couch, sprawled beneath her father with her legs clutching his waist, Christy was groaning. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me! You can't believe how good your cock feels in my cunt! Couldn't be better!"
"I'm not finished yet. Just wait'll you get a pussy full of my cum," Lenny told his daughter.
"It better be hot, Daddy," Christy answered. "Hot and thick, and plenty of it."
"I don't know how many guys you've made it with, baby," Lenny said, "but I promise you the best load of jizz your pussy's ever taken."
"Oh, Daddy, you've got me so excited that I can't wait a second longer for your cum!" Christy panted. "Shoot it into my cunt right now!"
Spying from the dark hallway, Jane was completely caught up in what was happening on the couch. She had never been more turned on in her life, even when she was the one being fucked.
"Yes, Lenny, yes," Jane heard herself mumbling encouragement to her ex-husband. "Go ahead. Come. Come in Christy's cunt. Fill her beautiful young pussy with your hot jizz the way you did mine on that night you made me pregnant with her."
Jane could not believe what she had just said. She tried to convince herself that it was disgusting. Instead, she found herself repeating it all over again, virtually hypnotized by the raunchiness of her own words. And all the while, she kept fingering her cunt, keeping the buzz alive between her legs.
There -was no way Jane could hide from the truth. She was hooked on incest. It didn't matter to her who was fucking whom. Just so long as it was going on under her roof, Jane experienced a brand of excitement that nothing else in life had ever brought her.
"Look at them," Jane said under her breath, giving in completely to her weakness for incest. "They're so beautiful together . . . fucking . . his cock in her cunt . . . the way Christy's ass moves while she's Waiting for her father's prick to explode inside her pussy with hot cum .
Then Jane's whispered accent of the action on the couch was interrupted by a sharp grunt from her ex-husband, as he hilted Christy's twat with a final cock-thrust.
"This is it!" Lenny announced to his daughter. "My prick's gonna blow in your pussy, baby! No more waiting!"
Lenny's asscheeks clenched and his crotch bucked. His balls bulged at the root of his buried cock like they might burst. He had started coming and it didn't seem as if he would stop until his hard-on had pumped at least a pint of jism in his daughter's thirsty cunt.
"Oh, take it, Christy, take it!" Jane gasped from the hallway. "Take his cum in your pussy!"
Tingling with family pride, Jane watched as her daughter pulled back her legs, jackknifing her body to make her pussy as deep as possible. Lenny's cock shafted straight down, virtually pouring jism into Christy's twat.
"Ahhh, Daddy, you stud!" Christy moaned. "You're coming in me so much! Where are you getting it all?"
"You bring out the most in me, baby," Lenny panted. "Your pussy's just sucking the jizz right out of my prick. Turning my damn balls inside out. Never came before as hard as I am in your cunt, little girl."
"Not even when you used to fuck mom?" Christy asked.
"What can I say?" Lenny rasped as his cock shot off its final blast of jism in his daughter's fuck-hole. "You're the best piece of ass I've ever had, baby. Who'd have ever thought a man would have to ball his own daughter to get the fuck of his life. Thanks, sweetheart, your cunt is magic."
"Maybe I've got something even better for you to fuck than my cunt, Daddy," Christy sighed. "That is, if you think you're up to it."
Lenny pulled his dripping prick from Christy's twat and checked it out. His hard-on remained, bright red and glistening from several minutes of tight, wet fucking.
"Yeah, I'm up to it . . . to anything you want me to try, little girl," Lenny assured his spread legged daughter. "Just name it."
"Well, let's just see if you can guess what I have in mind for our next fuck, paddy," Christy teased.
She put her hand to the sloppy wound of her cunt, snagging a generous helping of leaking cum which she transferred a notch below. There she fingered her asshole with the sticky moisture, lubricating the small opening inside and out with her father's jizz. Then she pulled her buns apart, stretching her damp shit pit open in exposure.
"Get the idea, Daddy?" Christy chuckled.
"Mmmm, so my little girl likes it in the ass, eh?" Lenny responded with a grin as his cock twitched with anticipation.
"With all this cum greasing my ass, your big prick'll just slide right in," Christy pointed out. "Do you want to butt-fuck me from the back or the front, Daddy?"
"Back," Lenny answered. "Get on your hands and knees. I'll drive my cock straight up your ass."
Christy quickly positioned herself to her father's taste. She was on all fours, her flanks spread and her asscheeks flared. The dent of her shithole beckoned her father's hard-on. Lenny aimed his cock-head at the succulent target.
At point-blank range, Lenny unleashed his ten-inch weapon, goring his daughter's asshole. There was no caution. Both fucking partners were just too horny for anything but straight-ahead action. Lenny stabbed his cock up his daughters ass to the hilt on the first thrust, and Christy took it with squealing glee.
"Is that enough prick for your ass, baby?" Lenny asked, corkscrewing his long dick so deeply in Christy's anal chute that his cock-head was lapped by her warm shit.
"However much cock you've got to butt-fuck me with, that's how much I want," Christy called over her shoulder. "Just so long as you've got your whole prick up my ass, that's what counts. I just want it all, that's the main thing."
"Well, I'm giving it to you, little girl," Lenny grunted. "You won't be able to sit down for a week after your old dad gets through butt-fucking you."
"You'd better be right, Daddy," Christy replied. "A cock up a girl's ass hasn't done its job unless it leaves scars."
"You'll get 'em, sweetheart," Lenny said. "Try this little piece of action on for size!"
Lenny temporarily slid his cock out of Christy's asshole until only the head remained inside. Then, with a bucking crotch-surge, he slammed his prick back in his daughter's narrow chute with all his might. The impact lifted Christy's knees into the air
"No way!" Christy cried. "Can't think of a lovelier way to die than this! Now do it again, Daddy-pull out your cock and slam it back into my ass as hard as you can."
Lenny did as his daughter requested. His prick slid in reverse just like before, all but the knobby crown leaving Christy's shit pit. This time, though, Lenny grabbed hold of Christy's asscheeks to achieve greater leverage before launching his forward plunge.
"What're you waiting for, Daddy?" Christy asked when Lenny hesitated for a moment. "Ram me!"
"It's gonna be even stronger than it was before," Lenny warned.
"It better be," Christy said. "I want it to hurt so good I can't stand it."
"Okay, baby, here goes!"
Lenny's hard-on lurched up Christy's brown tunnel with swift, driving force. There was no delay whatsoever. In one instant, Lenny's prick was almost all the way outside of his daughter's ass, and in the next it was buried to the root.
"Arrrgghhh!" Christy croaked with welcome pain. "Oh, Daddy, I can feel every inch of your big cock in my butt!"
She squeezed with the muscles of her ass for emphasis.
"Now start working your dick nice and steady,"
Christy instructed her father. "In and out back and forth . . . about five inches at a time. Make me come in my ass!"
Lenny quickly established a constant fucking rhythm, grooving his daughter's asshole with a series of medium-length cock-strokes. The friction grew and grew as his prick pumped and his balls slapped against Christy's cunt.
"Getting there, baby?" Lenny asked. "You gonna come pretty soon?"
"Just keep butt-fucking me, Daddy!" Christy answered. "You'll know when I'm getting off. Then you'll have a tiger by the tail, believe me."
Lenny's cock kept moving. Minutes passed. Obviously, Christy was taking her time to build up to something spectacular.
In the meantime, Jane continued to look on from her hiding place. She found herself on pins and needles while she waited for Christy's climax. To Jane, waiting for her daughter's erotic release was almost like being poised to get off herself.
"Come, Christy, come," Jane whispered with tingling anticipation. "Let yourself go, baby."
As if she had actually heard her mother, Christy fucked hard. "This is it! Gonna come so fucking goooooood!"
And then Christy was writhing and thrashing, caught up in an orgasmic fit. Her naked body seemed about to fly apart in several directions. She came and came and came. She was so active that it was all her father could do to keep his cock in her twisting ass.
On the sidelines, Jane caught the vibrations from her daughter's orgasm just as she'd known she would. All at once she trembled from head to toe, swearing she was climaxing along, with Christy without even being touched.
"God, this is incredible! I'm coming . . . really coming! I know it's real . . . just know it's true," Jane whimpered with ecstasy. Her knees were weak as she experienced every symptom of an orgasm through the stimulation of her eyes and ears rather than her cunt or asshole.
As long as Christy kept climaxing from her father's butt-fucking cock, Jane continued to come from the power of suggestion. The pressure from her senses was so crushing that Jane slumped to the floor. And still it-continued
"Coming . . . coming . . . coming!" mother and daughter chanted at the same time, Jane in a hoarse whisper, Christy in a triumphant wail.
Then there was a male voice, suddenly rising from its owner's throat to split the air with its intensity. Now it was Lenny's turn to come, and he was shouting to the world about how his prick was going to burst with hot, thick jizz in his daughter's tight, young asshole.
"Now!" Lenny bellowed. "My prick's exploding!"
At the last split-second, Christy surprised her father. When Lenny's hard-on erupted, his daughter yanked her ass completely away from his spurting prick. In a blur, Christy rolled over onto her shoulders, looking up with a big grin.
Lofting through the air in a creamy arc, Lenny's cum splashed all over Christy's tits and face.
Quickly, the slim teenager was a gooey mess, crisscrossed with sticky ribbons of fresh jism from her father's spitting dick.
Kneeling in the hallway, Jane observed Christy's condition and sighed.
Lenny was panting with happy fatigue.
With the adoring eyes of both her parents on her, Christy lolled like an erotic goddess, dreamily smearing incestuous jism all over her naked body. Her moans were like soft music to the ears of her proud mother and father.
Had Jane and Lenny confronted one another during this golden moment, their love for their daughter might have swept aside all the bitter differences of the past. But it was not to be.
For the first move was up to Jane. And she could not bring herself to come forth. There would be too much to explain, she warned herself. The magic would be gone the instant she showed herself and opened her mouth.
So Jane silently crept away. She put on some clothes in the bedroom, then sneaked out of the house through the kitchen door. From there she walked, trying to sort things out as she had done so many times since her life had been touched by incest.
It didn't help. The farther Jane got from home, the more complicated things seemed to her.
When it started raining, she had the excuse she'd been waiting for to duck into a bar. Alcohol couldn't help Jane with the answers she sought, but at least it might temporarily dull the edge of some of the questions.
Chapter Seven
Over the years, there had always been one person in Jane's life to whom she could go when she needed someone to listen. As she sat on her barstool, nursing her fourth drink, she thought about him, realizing how long it had been since they'd had a heart-to-bean talk.
"If only I could find a way to talk with him about this," she sighed. "I mean, really level."
Jane nervously played with her highball glass, making a design of wet rings on the Formica counter of the bar.
"No, it's impossible," she told herself. "I'm in too deep for anybody to help."
But Jane could not shake the lure of a friendly ear. By the time she was working on her next Scotch, she could think of nothing else. Then she noticed some coins on the bar, her change from her drink. There were a couple of dimes, the right amount for a quick phone call.
Jane finished her drink in a gulp. As the liquor hit her stomach, she snatched up the dimes and lurched to her feet, hurtling toward the pay phone before she had time to lose her nerve.
The dimes were in the slot. Jane was dialing. Then, the line started ringing at the other end. She held her breath, wondering what in the world she would say.
The ringing stopped. A familiar voice came onto the line.
"Hello," he said.
All of a sudden it was easy for Jane. "Dad," she gushed, "it's me, Janie. I've got to talk to you."
"Sure, honey, come on over.
"Don't know if I can make it," Jane admitted to her father. "I'm kind of messed up. Could you meet me someplace, Dad?"
"Just tell me where you are. I'll come get you."
Jane paused, then told her father the name of the bar where she was drinking. He said he'd be right over and hung up.
Jane panicked when she realized that her father would be there in less than ten minutes. She wanted to leave . . . she wanted to stay . . . she didn't know what she wanted. She ordered another drink. She'd brace herself with another dose of Scotch, she reasoned, then force herself to deal with the situation.
But the next drink was one- too many the way Jane had been gulping them down. All of a sudden her head was reeling and her stomach was turning flips. The counter of the bar became a pillow, drawing her to it. She closed her eyes and grabbed hold of the darkness to stop the spinning in her brain.
And this was how her father found her: slumped over the bar, completely out of it. Tim Riley tipped the bartender and helped his daughter into his car, with Jane only dimly aware of what was going on.
Since Jane's mother had died, her father had lived alone in the old family house. Tim Riley took his daughter there. When Jane came out of her fog, she was resting on her old bed in her old bedroom.
"Dad!" Jane called.
"Right here, honey." Jane's father appeared at the door with a couple of steaming mugs.
"Hot chocolate. Still your favorite, darlin'?"
"Sure, Dad." Jane grinned like a little girl. "What would I do without you?"
Tim came to the edge of the bed and offered a mug. Jane reached out to take it, but was shakier than she had realized. She had a hold on the cup for a second, then lost her grip. Suddenly she was drenched with hot chocolate.
"Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz," Jane apologized.
"No problem," her father soothed. "I can see you're under a strain. Now why don't you get out of those wet clothes and into a nice, comfortable robe and tell me what's bothering you. I'll get you some more chocolate while you're changing."
"No . . . please don't go, Dad," Jane impulsively said.
"Well. . ."
"Oh, Dad, it's not like you've never seen your little girl undress before," Jane teased, kicking off her shoes.
She sat up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse before her father could protest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her bare tits spilled out. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jane's father could not help but notice the stiffness of her red nipples.
Jane's father started to say something, but it evaporated in his dry throat. For Jane had immediately started peeling away her skirt. When it was gone, all that remained between her and total nudity were her panties, and the chocolate had soaked through them so their sheer fabric clung to her ass, hips and crotch like a second skin.
Swinging around to face her father, Jane dangled a leg over the side of the mattress. At the center of her open thighs, her sopping panties were caught up in the crack of her cunt. Fringes of blonde pussy hair curled from the elastic that cut into the triangle of her crotch.
Jane could feel the heat of her father's eyes on her body. And she liked that feeling as much as anything she could recall.
"Did I grow up nice enough for you, Dad?" she teased.
"You're a beautiful woman, Jane," Tim Riley answered in a slow, serious voice. There was an unmistakable bulge in his pants.
Jane thought of her father with a hard-on and her pussy turned to hot mush. All at once her head was completely clear. She knew exactly why she was here. Why she had been so irresistibly drawn to her father.
"I've turned you on, haven't I, Dad?" she said quietly.
"Please, Janie. This just isn't right-"
"Oh, Daddy, who knows what's right and what's wrong anymore?" Jane cut in on her father. "The main thing right now is that the two of us are alone together. I've got you and you've got me."
Jane hugged her father, pressing her bare tits against his chest. Then there was a kiss. A full mouthed kiss that brought Jane's tongue into play. When it was over, her father was panting.
"Whatever's bothering you, Jane, this is not the answer," Tim Riley gulped, his face smeared with his daughter's lipstick. "Why don't we talk before this gets out of hand?"
"But I want it to get out of hand, Daddy," Jane seductively crooned. "What's happening between us is better for me than all the words in the world. When I called you, I thought all I needed was a shoulder to cry on. Now I know better."
Jane reclined on the bed, her legs spread before her father. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rolled her panties down her hips and thighs.
"You want me, Dad, and you know it," she said when her cunt was showing. "Your big cock's ready to bust out of your pants. Admit it."
Jane slipped her panties all the way down her legs and tossed them away. Then her fingers slipped into the well of her crotch, snagging her pussy lips and pulling them apart. The exposed channel of her twat brimmed with juice that caught the light and sparkled.
"You do like my cunt, don't you, Dad?"
"I-I'm your father," Tim stammered. "But I'm also a man. Y-yes. . . I am aroused."
Jane extended her leg toward her father's lap. When she was a child, she had always had the ability to do things with her feet that would have normally required her hands. Now Jane revived that talent, using her toes to force down the zipper of her father's fly.
"Ooooh, Daddy, look at you!" Jane girlishly giggled when her father's tightly packed shorts bulged from his open pants. "C'mon, take your cock all the way out, Show me how big and stiff it is."
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I've never been surer of anything!" Jane declared.
"You know you've always been my little girl, no matter how many years go by," Tim sighed. "Always had me wrapped around your little finger. Never could say no to my Janie."
"Hope you don't plan to start now."
"No . . . I guess not," Tim drawled.
Tim's hands went to his yawning fly. He tugged at his shorts. His prick sprang free. It was huge. A long, thick throbber laced with heavy blue veins, and crowned by a round, red knob.
Jane reared up immediately. "Oh, Daddy, what a beautiful cock!"
She grabbed her father's dick, pushing the head to her mouth. Swallowing six inches of prick with a single gulp. Jane started hungrily sucking.
As his daughter went down on him, Tim Riley fell back across the bed. While she blew him, Jane loosened her father's pants, yanking them and his shorts all the way down his legs. Now she had his balls to play with, and she squeezed them while she ate his hard dick.
"Haven't had my cock sucked in years," Tim admitted, talking more to himself than to his deepthroating daughter.
Jane temporarily let up on her cock-sucking. "Bet there's something else you haven't done in years either, Dad. But don't worry, your little girl's gonna get you back in the groove.
Jane demonstrated what she was referring to. Swinging her naked body around on top of her father, she wound up astride his head with her cunt spread above his face.
"Sixty-nine me, Dad," Jane urged, flexing her pussy in the direction of her father's mouth.
She lowered her cunt. Her sweet pussy lips squashed against the lips of her father's mouth. Her father's tongue stirred, then stiffened and lurched into Jane's juicy gash.
"Ahhhh, that's it, Dad!" Jane moaned. "Your tongue feels like a prick in my pussy. Stick it in even deeper and move it around. I'll be coming in your mouth before you know it."
As her father's tongue probed and squirmed in her twat, Jane stopped talking and went back to sucking cock. She slid her lips up and down the shaft in an oral fucking motion. It was a classic sixty-nine, and the bedsprings squeaked as the incestuous partners feasted between one another's legs.
Jane had promised to come in her father's mouth if he tongued her pussy deeply enough. He met his end of the bargain, and after a few moments of his expert tongue-fucking, Jane's cunt paid off.
A thunderous climax struck Jane. Hot, orgasmic dew welled in her twat, then spilled forth. Her father's mouth was there to gulp it down. And the more pussy juice her father swallowed, the harder Jane came.
While he slopped in his daughter's pussy juice, Tim put his cock into high gear. Now Tim's dick was jackhammering in Jane's throat. While Jane was coming in his face, her father was fucking her in the mouth.
The overworked bedsprings shifted from squeaking to squealing, competing with the loud slurps of the sixty-niners to fill the air with the sounds of incestuous oral sex. Jane's mouth and cunt were as wet as they could be, as they were respectively fucked by her father's cock and tongue.
Jane kept coming and coming, and her father was nearing the same orgasmic state. Tim's prick seemed to get harder with every thrust down Jane's pussy-like throat. His balls churned, drawing up until they bulged from the root of his mouth fucking dick.
Then it was time. Time for Tim Riley to give in to the oral friction that had his cock afire and his nuts in a vise. Time for the jizz to flow.
"Gonna come!" Jane's father gasped with a mouthful of twat.
Tim's cock jerked in Jane's mouth, just before its head busted wide open. All of a sudden, a torrent of jism poured down Jane's throat. Her father's prick was erupting like a geyser.
Jane had never tasted such sweet cum. She couldn't get enough of it. Her father's cock couldn't produce enough jism to satisfy her.
Even after her father's dick had stopped shooting, Jane kept fighting for every drop of the precious cum she could get. She let most of Tim's prick slide out of her mouth, then sucked the dribbling cock-head like a hungry baby attacking a nipple.
Finally, Jane's father was forced to call a halt to the action.
"Whoa, baby, whoa," Tim cautioned his daughter. "You're eating me alive. I haven't come this much since I was half this age. Give me a chance to recover."
"Recover?" Jane smirked after reluctantly releasing her father's drained prick when Tim pulled out of the sixty-nine. "Recover for what, Daddy dear?"
"Well, baby doll, now that you've warmed me up, I'd be a damn fool to act my age," Jane's father smirked.
Tim massaged his cock and balls. His prick had sagged after shooting its wad in Jane's mouth, but now it stirred anew.
"Mmmm, beat it, Daddy . . beat your meat," Jane chuckled.
Tim gave himself a hand-job. Quickly responding, his prick swelled until, once again, it was rock solid. It looked more like a cock belonging to a horny teenager than to a man crowding sixty.
Jane was impressed. As she admired her father's restored hard-on, her pussy pulsed with anticipation.
"What are you going to do to me, Daddy?"
"You know," her father answered, proudly stroking his iron-hard boner.
"Maybe I want to hear you say it," Jane cooed. "Tell me, Daddy. Tell me exactly what you're going to do to me with your great, big dick."
Tim said very slowly. "Put my cock in your cunt...and...fuck...you."
"Mmmm, you've got a way with words," Jane told her father. "Now just tell me one more time. I love it when you talk dirty to me, Daddy."
"Fuck you . . . fuck you ... fuck you," Tim Riley chanted with a wicked grin, as he moved in between his daughter's open thighs. He guided the head of his prick to the fleshy gates of Jane's cunt.
"Stick it in!" Jane urged. "Jam your big dick up my pussy! Every inch, Daddy!"
Tim bucked his crotch. His cock-head surged into the awaiting tunnel of pussy meat and just kept going until it seemed to strike bone. The penetration couldn't have been deeper. Jane's cunt was taking every inch of her father's massive hard-on.
Now that hard-on started sliding back and forth in Jane's fuck-hole. In response, Jane wound her legs around her father's torso, pushing back after every cock-thrust Tim threw into her twat.
"It's been a long time since I had a woman, but my memory's good enough that I know I've never had a tighter piece of ass," Tim Riley paid his daughter the ultimate compliment a man can give his fucking partner.
"Feel this, Daddy," Jane responded, determined to top herself.
She shifted all her strength to the muscles of her pussy, clenching them around her father's cock for all she was worth.
"Whew, baby! You're dynamite, aren't you?" Tim Riley gasped. "Why you want to fuck an old man like me when you've got a pussy like yours, beats me."
"Down deep, every girl wants to get it on with her own father," Jane answered. "The only difference between them and me is that I'm willing to do something about it."
"Amen to that."
"'Course it helps to have an old man with a huge cock," Jane chuckled. "If I'd caught you with a hard-on while I was growing up, Daddy, this would've happened a long time ago. Mom never would've been able to keep you to yourself with me in the house."
"Actually, your mother always complained about the size of my prick," Jane's father revealed. "Said it was too big. That it hurt her. Claimed her cunt was sore for a week after I fucked her. It was always a struggle to get her in the right mood."
"Sorry to hear that," Jane sighed. "I'd like to think Mom died happy."
"Maybe she did."
"What do you mean, Daddy?" "Your mother had a cousin. You remember him. Ralph?"
"Sure."
"Well, Ralph's cock was always more to your mother's liking than mine."
"You re kidding!" Jane said with a real surprise.
"I caught them in bed. Never forgot it. Ralph had just come in your mother's cunt. His jizz was leaking down her thighs. After that, I found a cousin of my own to fuck."
"Oh, Dad, you don't know how happy I am to have you tell me this," Jane bubbled. "To know I'm not the first one in the family to give in to the way I feel."
"You mean, I'm not the first one of us you've fucked?" Tim asked, his dick plowing a steady groove in her cunt. "Who else?"
"My kids to begin with-I've gotten it on with both Bud and Christy," Jane admitted to her father. "Then there was Ken. I was so mixed up about it . . . until tonight."
"What about Lenny?" "I heard he was back in town. Is he mixed up in this?"
"He fucked Christy," Jane revealed. "I stood and watched. Tried to convince myself it was terrible, but they were so great together. Christy's pussy was just made for her father's cock. It was hard not being jealous. But I'm not jealous anymore. Because now I've got the prick in my cunt that I needed all along. Yours, Daddy, yours. Fucking you is like a dream come true. I can handle anything after this. Anything, as long as I know your big dick is mine to fuck."
"That it is, baby," Tim Riley said, underscoring his words with a deep cock-thrust in his daughter's too cunt.
"Let's just forget about the others for the time being, Dad," Jane suggested, her ass shimmying. "Forget there's anybody else but me and you. We're the ones fucking here and now. It's your prick in my pussy. My legs around your waist . ."
Jane's words melted into a raspy moan. Her father stopped talking, too. It was time for the two of them to just fuck, as hard and as deeply as possible.
The father's cock pistoned in the daughter's cunt with jackhammering strokes. And there was a male hand probing at the incestuous crush of loins until it located the most sensitive spot on the female body. There it was at the top of the daughter's pussy, seeking stimulation in miniature erection. Jane's clit. Just waiting to be pinched and twisted.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm coming!" Jane shrieked as her father gave her clit the workout it craved.
Jane lifted her ass from the bed, her hips gyrating in the air. Her father angled his cock on a downward path in her hoisted pussy, while his fingers twisted her clit.
"God, it's so good to get off like this!" Jane groaned. "Only one thing could make it better."
"Just name it and it's yours, baby," Jane's father eagerly responded.
"You've got to get off too, Daddy!" Jane begged. "Fill my pussy with your jizz while I'm still coming and this'll be the perfect fuck!"
"My little girl deserves nothing but the best."
"Then turn it on, Daddy!" Jane urged. "Christ,
I want your hot cum in my pussy so fucking bad! Give it to me, please . . . please. .please!"
Tim Riley threw everything he had into shooting his wad in his daughter's twat. It wasn't difficult. Jane's tight pussy provided extraordinary friction for his driving cock. Her cunt literally sucked at a man's prick, promising to turn his balls inside-out.
Within seconds, Jane's father was gasping. "Hold on, sweetheart! Daddy's cock's gonna explode in your pussy! You won't be able to hold all the cum I'll blast into your cunt!"
"Sock it to me, Daddy!" Jane cried. "Flood me! Don't stop coming until your jizz is leaking down my ass! I want your cum soooo bad!"
Jane's father jammed his prick in and its head erupted. At the core of her cunt, Jane felt a rush of liquid heat that set her senses on fire. She was climaxing harder than ever as her dad's cock spurted at the depths of her pussy.
It was the closest thing to heaven on earth that father and daughter would ever experience. His scalding jism welled in her twat and then spilled out. Her father's cum trickled from her bloated cunt into the crack of her ass.
When Tim Riley stopped coming, his dick was still rigid. Jane eagerly asked her father to keep fucking her. Maybe, she suggested, he could try his prick in another hole. Fuck her in the ass with that horse-cock of his.
Just when it seemed nothing could go wrong, something did:
The doorbell was ringing.
Jane and her father tried to ignore it, but the ringing wouldn't stop.
Then there was a desperate plea from the other side of the front door that could be heard all the way upstairs.
"Grandpa . . . Grandpa!" an all-too-familiar voice cried. "Are you in there? I've got to see you!"
Jane and her father forgot about fucking and looked at each other with troubled expressions.
"Christy!"
Chapter Eight
"You'd better answer the door and I'd better hide," Jane said to her father. "If Christy finds me here, there's no telling how she'll take it."
While Jane headed for a closet, her father put on his pants, then left the bedroom and went downstairs. When he opened the front door, Christy was standing there, obviously upset about something.
"What brings you here, sweetheart?"
"It's mom," Christy said as she came inside.
"What about her?"
"There was some trouble at home and mom just took off. I don't know where she is. I'm really worried about her, Grandpa."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with your father, would it?" Tim asked, "I understand he's back in town."
"Yes, that's it," Christy gulped, clearly unsure of how much more she should tell her grandfather.
"What happened?"
"Well . ."
"You'll feel better if you get everything off your chest," Tim counseled. "Don't worry, I'll understand. I've lived too long to be surprised by anything.
"I-I don't know about this, Grandpa," Christy stammered.
"Try me," Tim said, hugging the shaking girl. "Let me put it this way, Grandpa," Christy answered. "I'm pretty sure that mom saw dad and me doing something that made her pretty upset."
"Tell me what it was, child," Tim sternly insisted. "I have to know what went on if you expect me to help."
"Oh, Grandpa, this is so hard."
"Tell me the truth!" Tim demanded, pulling back his granddaughter's slim shoulders and staring her in the eye. "It's the only way."
"Daddy and I were . . . well, things got out of hand between us," Christy whimpered with tears tolling down her cheeks. "I was undressed and Daddy got ideas."
"And you did nothing to stop him, is that it?" Tim filled in the details.
"S-something like that."
"Your father fucked you, didn't he?" Tim bluntly stated.
Christy nodded. "I-I couldn't help myself."
"Was it your first time?"
"No," Christy admitted. "My brother. Bud fucked me, too ... Oh Grandpa, you must think I'm a terrible girl."
"There, there, nothing's as awful as all this."
Tim gently answered, running his fingers through his granddaughter's long, blonde hair. "I think you're a beautiful girl. A beautiful, young girl who's just kind of mixed up right now. But I think we can take care of that between the two of us."
"You don't know how good it makes me feel to be with you, Grandpa," Christy murmured.
Christy kissed her grandfather on the cheek. But he turned his face so her lips slid to his mouth. Christy welcomed the switch. When the kiss lingered, she automatically brought her tongue into play, while her grandfather ran his big hands all the way down her back until he was fondling the cheeks of her ass.
"Mmm, Grandpa, you're some kisser," Christy sighed when she and her grandfather came up for air.
"Kissing is just the beginning of what I'm good at," Tim grinned. "You just might find out, little girl, that your grandpa is the original dirty old man."
Christy rubbed against her grandfather, pressing her crotch against his bulging groin. The hard-on in Tim's pants was throbbingly apparent.
"Gee, Grandpa, I see what you mean," Christy teased.
She reached down and fingered the tell-tale bulge between Tim's legs. Her grandfather's big cock stirred from her touch. Christy bubbled with excitement.
"I've never even thought about you being turned on before, Grandpa."
"Unzip me and you won't have to think any more, little girl," Tim quickly replied. "You'll know how turned-on a dirty, old man can get."
"How can I resist?" Christy panted, her fingers immediately finding the tab of her grandfather's zipper.
Tim's fly whirred down and Christy's hand was swiftly inside his open pants. Her teenage fingers grasped the old man's waiting prick, pulling it out into plain sight.
"Damn, Grandpa, what a huge cock!" Christy swooned with delight, fondling Tim's pulsing boner. Without hesitation, Christy dropped to her knees and closed her lips over the fat head of her grandfather's hard-on. "Mmmm, delicious! Such a sweet, sweet prick."
"Just keep eating it, little girl, and before long you'll have something in your mouth sweeter then just my cock!"
"Are you telling me that you'll come in my mouth if I go down on you, Grandpa?" Christy asked.
"You want my jizz, don't you, sweetheart?"
"Mmmm, more than anything," Christy eagerly admitted. "But I don't want to get it by a simple blow-job."
"What did you have in mind?"
"If I'm going to drink your cum, Grandpa, I want it to be extra-special," Christy explained. "That means I expect you to fuck me in the mouth . . . really fuck me!"
He put his hands on Christy's shoulders and forced her toward the floor, easing down on top of her. During the descent, his cock pushed down her throat. Christy wound up flat on her back with her grandfather's hairy crotch flush with her face and his prick hilted in her mouth.
Now Tim's hips rolled. His dick jogged back and forth, using Christy's throat like a cunt. Christy massaged her grandfather's balls in response, pumping up their cum-supply in preparation for the grand eruption.
But, before Tim Riley could climax, he would have to put his prick through its paces to build up the necessary friction for the jism to flow. That meant steadily fucking Christy's mouth, Using long, shafting cock-strokes to take advantage of her deep, spasming throat. It meant getting his nuts squeezed by surprisingly strong teenage fingers. And later on in the action, it meant having his asshole probed and tickled.
Tim Riley wasn't going to come without a workout. The horny demands of his granddaughter might have put too much pressure on a much younger man. Not Tim, though. Christy had stripped away his years. As long as they were getting it on, Tim felt that he and his granddaughter were magically the same age.
"Oh, that's it, baby!" Tim rasped in the midst of the action. "Take every inch of my big cock! Eat it, eat it, eat it!"
Christy did more than just devour her grandfather's hard-on. She mauled his balls. She fingerfucked his asshole. Site did everything she could to guarantee the hottest, thickest load of jism she had ever swallowed. She was about to get it.
"Can't hold it anymore!" her grandfather grunted. "My cock's gonna blow. Never had as much cum to shoot as I do now. Hope you're thirsty, little girl!"
Tim's prick flexed, swelled, then lurched. Its head was as far down Christy's throat as it could go when it burst with jism. The scalding torrent of cum rampaged straight to Christy's stomach.
Wave after wave of cock-juice followed the first onslaught. On the receiving end, Christy had to struggle to keep pace with the creamy flow from Tim's spurting prick. But she never wavered. She was determined to drink every precious drop of her grandfather's jizz.
Finally, Tim's dick slowed to a trickle. Christy changed her response from gulping to sucking, treating her grandfather's dribbling cock-head like a big, fat nipple. If there was any extra cum for her to swallow, it was a cinch she'd draw it out.
Then, at last, there was no more jizz to be had and Christy released her grandfather's drained prick. It wasn't the end of anything, though. Not when grandfather and granddaughter saw that the eruption of so much cum hadn't softened Tim's hard-on one bit.
"Oh, Grandpa, you stud!" Christy rasped, her lips connected with spidery strands of jism as she spoke. "Just look at your dick. Fucking my mouth just made it stiffer. I see I'm gonna have to keep you busy."
"I'm your man, Tim beamed, proudly stroking his rigid tool. "Just tell me what you want."
"I'll show you, as if you couldn't figure it out on your own," Christy chuckled.
Christy jumped up. Humming a sultry tune, she started a bumping and grinding striptease. Off came her sweater, exposing her bra-less tits, which she swung from side to side. Then she went to work on her jeans, shimmying her hips once she had them unfastened to make them fall with tantalizing slowness.
The jeans eventually hit the floor. When Christy stepped out of them with a high kick, her sheer bikini panties were the only thing between her and total nudity. Rather than pulling her panties down, Christy yanked them in the opposite direction, butting their crotch-band into the crack of her cunt. Her pussy lips bulged from the sides of the tugging elastic, framed by bristling clusters of golden pubic hair. She swayed, gyrating her hip and pelvis in time with the funky tune she hummed.
During her raunchy dance, Christy turned and showed her grandfather her trim ass. With her panties slicing between them, she wriggled her buns shifting them up and down, and flexing them so dimples showed. Once she bent over, pulling the halves of her butt apart and letting out a sweet smelling fart just inches from her grandfather's face. Tim grabbed for her succulent bottom, but she flitted away, laughing merrily.
Christy found her way to the couch. There she posed in a number of lewd positions. Then, at last, it was time for her panties to be removed. She rolled them down, flinging them in her grandfather's direction.
Tim snatched the panties out of the air and held them to his nose, sniffing deeply. Then he wiped the sopping crotch-band on his prick, making his cock-head gleam with his granddaughter's pussy juice.
In the meantime, Christy had come to rest in a set position. It was a classic one. As she reclined, her thighs were spread to the ultimate and her cunt was wide-open. Sparking juice leaked from her yawning twat into the crack of her ass. There was no better way the female body could be arranged to so strikingly invite a fuck.
"Oh, baby, you've shown me what you want all right," Christy's grandfather panted as he arose and started toward the couch. "Shown me plenty."
Tim reached his spread-eagled granddaughter and moved into place. Christy had one leg draped over the back of the couch and the other dangling down to the floor. Her cunt was a gaping target as Tim guided his cock-head between the split of her pussy lips and bucked his crotch;
Six inches of dick entered Christy's twat on the first thrust. A second surge and Tim's hard-on was buried to the root in hot teenage cunt.
Christy's hips rolled. Her ass squirmed. Tim responded in kind. The union of cock and pussy heated up with friction that would build and build and build. Grandfather and granddaughter were fucking for all they were worth.
"You prick's so big in my cunt, Grandpa! Bigger than Dad's or Bud's. The biggest I've ever taken," Christy groaned. "Oooooh, what a fuck this is!"
"That it is, little girl, that it is," Tim responded. "But, if you ask me, your tight pussy has more to do with it then my cock."
"Let face it, Grandpa, you're hung just right for my cunt. We were meant to fuck," Christy gushed. "Now let's pour it on. I want to come!"
Tim brought his hand up through the split of Christy's ass to massage the swollen rim of her cock-filled twat. Then, gradually, his fingers worked up to the summit, of his granddaughter's cunt and snagged her clit. He pinched the magic button gently at first, then turned on the pressure.
"Yeeeooowww!" Christy screamed with sudden orgasm. "I'm going up in flames! Getting off so gooooood!"
"You're going to have some company pretty damn quick!" Tim told his climaxing granddaughter. "No man can fuck a cunt like yours for very long without hearing from his balls. And your old grandpa's nuts are in an uproar, little girl. Hope you're just about ready for a cuntful of the hottest jism you'll ever take."
"Oh, yes please, yes!" Christy babbled. "Come in my pussy, Grandpa. I want your jizz in my cunt so much. Don't hold back a second longer.
Tim grabbed his granddaughter's asscheeks, pushing Christy's legs up with his shoulders SO they were straight up in the air. He drove his cock down into her pussy, taking full advantage of her fuck hole's squeezing depth. As Tim hilted his prick, his balls bulged like they would crack open.
Then it happened. The male grunt of release. The sudden rush of cum. Out of the straining cock into the thirsty cunt. Then the female moan of pleasure from the pussy-swamping impact of the spurting cream.
"Come, Grandpa, come!" Christy cried. "Drown me with your jizz!"
Christy's grandfather was using his prick like a gun that shot liquid bullets. Round after round of jism blasted Christy's cunt. Christy took it with a wriggling ass and constant cries for even more sperm in her bloated pussy, even after her grandfather's hot cum leaked down her thighs.
Inevitably, Tim's cock dried up. But Christy was not disappointed. For she immediately noticed that her grandfather's hard-on remained intact. It was still active and moving in her cunt.
"Don't stop fucking me, Grandpa," Christy urged. "We can start all over from the beginning."
"But your pussy's so wet from my cum I can hardly feel a thing," Tim reported.
"Then switch holes," Christy eagerly suggested.
"You mean you want it in the ass, baby?"
"You better believe it, stud!"
When her grandfather hesitated, Christy took charge. She yanked Tim's dick from her sloppy twat and pushed the crown into the dent of her asshole. Then her butt jerked forward. Her shit pit seemed to swallow her grandfather's cock-head.
Now Tim took over. Once his prick had sampled the special tightness that only a teenage girl's asshole can provide, he could be content with nothing less than a hilted butt-fuck.
Which was just what Christy craved more then anything else in the world.
"Shove it all the way in, Grandpa!" she pleaded.
"Fuck my ass with every inch of your big, beautiful cock!"
"It'll hurt you like blazes," Christy's grandfather warned.
"I'm counting on it," Christy answered. "'The more it hurts, the harder I'll come. That's what taking .a cock up her ass is all about for a woman. The worse we suffer, the better we like it. You ought to know that at your age, Grandpa."
"I do," Tim chuckled. "Just want to hear you say it, darlin'. What a young girl says can turn on an old coot like me almost as much as the things she does.
Then Tim went to work. Leaning against his granddaughter's thighs, he jack knifed her legs at just the proper angle for him to drill his dick straight down into her shithole. With a mighty cock-thrust, he penetrated with half of his tool. Another lurch of his crotch and Tim's huge prick was buried in his granddaughter's squeezing, young ass.
"Ooooh, Grandpa, you did it," Christy croaked in appreciation. "Feels like you're splitting me in two. But it'll get even better when you really start working your cock inside me . . . in and out up and down. . . pumping in my ass."
As Christy spoke of what she wanted, Tim started doing it. Picking up momentum, his dick took longer and longer strokes. On the uptake, Tim's hard-on pulled out so far that only its crown remained in Christy's ass. On the downward plunge, the old man's prick plunged with such deep force that the head barged all the way into the mass of shit gurgling in Christy's bowels.
"I'm getting off already!" Christy cried. "Keep me coming, Grandpa! I don't want it to ever end!"
Tim fed his granddaughter's orgasm by spreading his fingers across her cunt while he continued to fuck her ass. He took a handful of cunt, tugging and twisting at the slimy outer folds as if he were trying to rip the pussy lips from Christy's crotch.
"God, I love it ... love what you're doing to me, Grandpa," Christy moaned with welcome agony. "Now do something more!"
Tim dipped his face toward Christy's chest. There were her tits. The nipples were as red and plump as strawberries, just waiting to be eaten. Tim took one in his mouth, clamping it with his teeth, then chewing. When Christy's moaning turned into a high-pitched wail of happy suffering, her grandfather knew he was doing exactly the right thing.
"This is fantastic!" Christy yelled. "I've never come so much . . . never anywhere near it!"
While Christy celebrated her non-stop climax, her grandfather orally attacked her other tit. He chewed the second nipple even more brutally then he'd gnawed the first. Drawing blood, he sucked it up like he was an infant at his mother's breast.
The taste of Christy's blood fueled Tim's lust to a new peak. His cock went wild in his granddaughter's ass. The friction it produced was wonderfully excruciating for both fucking partners. No man could fuck a female shit pit with such fury without getting his rocks off in very short order.
Tim tried to warn his granddaughter that his prick was going to blow, however all that he could manage was a strangled cry that sounded like the howl of a wounded beast. In the middle of it, he came.
He came as if his jizz had been stored in a hollow leg. The sperm poured from his cock, flooding his granddaughter's ass. Deep in Christy's bowels, the jism blended with shit in a mixture that was more like molten lava than anything else. The scalding effect made Christy climax all the more, which only served to draw even more cum from Tim's spurting prick.
When at last Tim stopped coming, his granddaughter told him to pull his cock out at her ass. She wanted to finish up by sucking it. Tim did as he was told.
Tim's cock-head was dripping with jism and the shaft was speckled with shit as he thrust his meat in Christy's face. She closed her lips over the scummy tool and drew it down her throat, hungrily slurping.
"What a horny, little bitch you are," Tim sighed as his granddaughter sucked his filthy prick.
"A horny, little bitch for a dirty, old man," Christy laughed when she released her grandfather's dick.
"Mmmmm, baby doll, you sucked me clean," Tim sighed some more, holding up his spit-slick prick for inspection.
"What do we do now, Grandpa?" Christy asked fiddling with the jizz that leaked from her just-fucked asshole.
"I'm afraid my age has finally caught up with me," Tim said, looking down at his drooping cock. "Still want to talk?"
"Don't think that's necessary, Grandpa," Christy grinned. "You've already straightened me out good and proper. All my problems have been solved. Getting it on with you opened my eyes in more ways then one. I'll never feel bad about screwing anybody again after tonight."
"Tell me more. At my age it's always a pleasure to hear someone so young make sense," Tim said.
"Fucking's like water," Christy continued. "It seeks its own level. When the urge comes over you to make it with somebody, it's a waste of time to fight it. Unnatural. When somebody turns you on, you're a fool not to fuck 'em"
"Smart girl," Tim responded. "You sure as hell don't need any advice from me."
"From now on, your big cock's what I need, Grandpa," Christy said.
"And the others? Your brother and dad?" Tim asked.
"Don't forget Uncle Ken and Mom," Christy answered. "I'm gonna ball them all. Hope you don't mind sharing me with the rest of the family, Grandpa."
"You don't hear me complaining, little girl. Just so long as I get my piece of ass once in awhile to keep these old bones alive."
"With a cock like yours, Grandpa, you can batik on it."
After some more post-fucking conversation, Christy got dressed. She wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and treat herself to a sleep of sweet dreams.
"Thanks, Grandpa," Christy said as she started for the door. "Fucking you was just the medicine I needed."
"My pleasure, sweetheart," Tim answered with a smile, patting his granddaughter's ass. "You just feel free to call on me anytime."
"Anytime I get so horny I can't stand it, Grandpa," Christy saucily replied. "And the same goes for you. Give me a call and I'll be here with my pussy on fire for your big cock."
"That's one promise you're going to have to keep, little girl," Tim Riley said with absolute certainty.
Chapter Nine
"What happened?" Jane asked her father after Tim tapped on the closet door, signaling that she could come out of hiding. "What took you so long? I could hear a lot of noise from downstairs, but I couldn't make any of it up here."
"Christy was pretty upset about you running off the way you did," Tim answered. "It took a lot for me to calm her down and convince her everything was all right."
"How'd you do that?"
"My secret," Jane's father hedged.
"What are you trying to hide, Dad?" Jane impatiently cut her father off.
Tim tried to deny he was hiding anything, but when Jane searched his face, he nervously looked away.
Jane figured it out. "You fucked her didn't you, Dad? You fucked Christy. Your own granddaughter."
In the face of the truth, Tim admitted, "It seemed like the right thing to do. Christy wanted it so bad. And she's such a beautiful, young girl. I couldn't stop myself from fucking her."
Jane did something she had never done before. She hit her father. Slapped him so hard that the side of his face glowed with redness. "I thought I could trust my own father! Looks like the joke's on me."
Then Jane left, her sense of betrayal adding wings to her feet. Bolting from the house, she resorted to aimless walking, her pattern over the last few weeks whenever life closed in.
"What a world," Jane muttered with disgust as she prowled the streets. "You can't trust anybody-not even your own family."
She went down the list.
"Dad fucking Christy. Christy fucking her father. Christy and Bud. . ."
Jane interrupted herself with a sigh of self-recognition. For she had reached the point in her incestuous summary when she had to include herself as the worst offender. She had not gotten it on with every member of the family she had named, but had also fucked Ken, her own brother, in the bargain. And most significantly, she had been the one who had started it all.
It was hard for her, but Jane faced up to the facts and changed her tune.
"I'm responsible," she admitted to herself. "I was the first one and didn't stop until I had fucked them all. And never kicked when it was my legs that were spread. I've only got myself to blame."
But now that she had accepted the truth about her actions, Jane suddenly felt free from the guilt she had anticipated. Her response was quite the opposite. Having looked herself straight in the eye, she reacted as though an enormous burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
"I just did what I wanted to do," she pepped herself up, feeling a twinge in her pussy when she recalled all the fucking and sucking in which she had participated with the members of her own family.
Jane had been lingering on a street corner while she sorted things out. Now she stepped up her pace, crossing the intersection and heading in a specific direction. Heading for home.
"Why should I fight it?" she told herself, pressing on. "I am what I am. Things will work out if I just relax and let them. Dad was right. I should just take it easy, and whatever will be, will be. I've got my health, my family... my cunt."
Jane temporarily stopped walking, her hand slipping under her skirt to probe between her thighs. Her cunt was warm and moist to her touch, with her fingertips coming away from the contact sticky with fresh pussy juice.
"Yes, my cunt," Jane sighed, licking the sweetness from her fingers like a child who has just sampled a jelly jar.
She moved along once more, faster now, her wet pussy squishing as she briskly walked. A burning sense of purpose drove her on. Jane sensed that on flit lonely street she had finally found herself.
For once, doubt had been driven from Jane's thinking. The key to her salvation was as close as home. Because home meant family. And to Jane, family meant even more then love. It meant sex, fucking, sucking. She needed it to survive-now and forever. She was addicted to incest.
A couple of blocks from home, Jane started running. When she reached the house, she bolted inside. She couldn't wait to get out of her clothes. Her skin prickled with desire as she stripped before a mirror, reveling in her-nudity.
She spread her legs before the mirror, admiring the throbbing reflection of her wide-open pussy. Her cunt was so damp, so pink-so primed for a big cock inside it.
Jane confidently went to her son's bedroom. Bud was asleep on his back, snoring lightly. Jane yanked the covers off him and pulled the drawstring of his pajama bottoms. Bud's cock and balls came into view and his mother was panting with lust.
Jane straddled her son's exposed crotch. Easing down, she rubbed Bud's prick with the moist flesh of her drooling twat. Then his stiffened teenage cock was slipping inside her with the guidance of her fingers.
Once Jane had correctly positioned her twat, the penetration of her son's prick was swift and sure. Triumphantly atop Bud, Jane could feel every inch of his dick standing straight up in her pussy. She began grinding her hips.
When Bud woke up, his mother was fucking him.
"What the hell?" the boy sleepily gasped.
"Don't say anything, darling," Jane whispered.
"Just fuck me."
Jane reached down and squeezed her son's nuts for emphasis. Bud's cock reacted with a lurch. Jane swooned as her pussy was stabbed, wiggling her ass.
"I'm so horny I'm coming already!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Bud! Fuck me! Keep me coming!"
"God, Mom, what's got into you?" Bud gulped.
"Just your big dick in my cunt, stud," Jane called down. "That's all you need to knew."
Jane squeezed her son's upright cock from the tip to the root with her hot pussy. Bud's hips had no choice but to churn in response. Fucking back was an automatic reflex to a boy his age when things had gone this far.
Oooooh, that's it!" Jane groaned, while her son's hard-on pumped her twat. "With you balling me like this, there's only one way I can come. Harder and harder! Maybe not forever, but I can sure as hell can try."
In the meantime, Bud had stopped asking questions. He had screwed his mother many times before, of course, but never had her pussy been so alive. Her cunt had sucked his brains to his crotch so his mind was being fucked as well as his cock.
All of a sudden, Bud Hawthorne wasn't just a teenage boy anymore. He was an animal who was crazed by a bitch in heat. Taking charge, he flipped his mother over, sprawling on top of her. Then he was driving into her, fucking her cunt with his big cock as if the only thing that would satisfy him would be to rip her apart.
"Tear me to pieces!" Jane expressed her approval of Bud's savage behavior. "The rougher the better!"
"Just fucking you is not enough for you, bitch," Bud rasped.
He jammed a couple of fingers up Jane's asshole, clawing with his nails in the tender tunnel. Above, he sank his, teeth into one of his mother's tits, drawing the nipples all the way to his throat.
"Yes! Yes!" Jane cried, soaring on the wings of a new orgasm that made her previous coming seem tame.
The bed was so overworked that it legs bounced on the floor. The springs of the mattress squealed like a scalded cat. And Jane howled, as her cunt was dicked with jackhammering force, her ass was fingerfucked, and her tit was bitten. There was a racket that could not be ignored by anybody else in the house.
And, indeed, somebody else was at home.
Christy. Snuggled in bed, she was slumbering in the midst of those sweet dreams she had promised herself after fucking her grandfather. But not for long...
The noise pierced Christy's consciousness. Christy got up as the din continued. She found a weapon and left her bedroom, warily moving toward the noise, not knowing what she would really do if what she actually found was as terrible as it sounded.
Reaching her brother's room, Christy identified it as the source of the commotion. Sucking in her breath, she nudged open the door. When she did, she could pick out two thrashing figures on the squeaking bed. An all-too-familiar voice had become crystal clear.
Christy heard her mother cry, "I'm coming! Coming so hard, Bud!"
There was no longer any mystery about what was going on. Christy immediately recognized that her brother was balling her mother.
Christy adjusted her eyes to the darkness and picked out some of the details. She could see that Jane's legs were clutching Bud's waist while her pistoned his prick in her cunt. Bud's face was buried in his mother's tits, while his fingers dug into her ass.
Christy wasn't sure what she should do. While she tried to make up her mind, she lingered unseen in the doorway as her mother and brother continued to get it on.
"I've been doing all the coming so far," Jane was moaning to her dick-pumping son. "What about you, stud? When will I feel your hot cum in my cunt. Ooooh, my pussy's so thirsty for your hot jizz!"
"When wasn't your pussy thirsty for anybody's jizz?" Bud cockily answered his mother's plea for his cum. "You've got to be the horniest damn woman there is.
"And proud of it!" Jane crowed, "Now, are you going to come in my cunt on your own, or will I have to force the jizz out of your cock?"
"Go right ahead, Mom," Bud responded. "You started this. Let's see you finish it. You do all the work."
"With pleasure!" Jane declared.
She surprised her son with her sudden burst of strength. Jane reared up, forcing Bud back. Then she scrambled on top of him as he toppled, completely switching the fucking positions. The action had moved directly into a path of moonlight pouring through the nearest window, with mother and son bathed in a shimmering glow.
Bud's cock stood straight up now, and his mother was sliding up and down on it. Jane's hands were at the junction of cock and pussy, five fingers clasping Bud's balls, squeezing each nut individually.
Abruptly Bud was gasping with erotic release, while his cock lurched to the hilt up his mother's twat and Jane bore down from above, grinding her hips.
"That's it, stud, give it to me!" Jane moaned from above. "Shoot that cum in my pussy!"
While Bud's prick unloaded in her cunt, Jane kept squeezing her son's nuts, pumping every drop of jism possible out of them. As his cock spurted, Bud groaned from the sweet torture his mother was applying.
Christy was thinking that she might as well go back to her room and leave her mother to do her thing. But rather than turning around to see where she was going, Christy made the mistake of attempting to back out the door. As a result she stumbled. It was just loud enough to make her presence known.
On the bed, Bud had just finished shooting his wad in his mother's cunt. Jane had started to sag when Christy tripped. The sound of scuffling feet jerked Jane upright, and she swiveled on top of Bud to look toward the door.
Christy froze, trapped in her mother's gaze and stream of moonlight.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Jane said evenly, nothing in her voice indicating her emotional reaction to her daughter's intrusion.
"I-I was sleep," Christy stammered. "Woke up when I heard-all this noise, and... and.. ."
"No apologies necessary," Jane cut her daughter off. "God knows my curiosity's gotten the best of me more than once. If you're here, Christy you're here."
"I-I'll go back to my room and leave you two alone," Christy stammered. "If you want to fuck, that's your business. After all that's gone on in this family, I've got no place standing in your ways!"
"What makes you think I want you to leave?" Jane interrupted her flustered daughter again.
"I just thought-"
"Come here, Christy," Jane ordered. Christy advanced on shaky legs, with no idea of what to expect. It seemed to take her forever to reach the edge of the bed and the face-to-face confrontation with her mother.
Jane got off Bud, moving toward her daughter. She grabbed Christy by the shoulders.
"Let's call a spade a spade," Jane told bet daughter. "The truth is the only thing that's going to do us any good. No point in any of us holding anything back. Know what I'm getting at, baby?"
Christy did. Her mother was right. It was time to let it all hang out.
"I fucked dad," she admitted. "But I guess you knew that already, Mom."
"That's not all I know," Jane said quickly. "But I'd feel better if I heard it from you."
"You're talking about Grandpa, aren't you, Mom?"
Jane nodded in reply.
"Okay," Christy sighed. "I fucked Grandpa... How did you figure it out?"
"I was there," Jane revealed with a sneaky grin. Christy caught on immediately. "You fucked him first, didn't you, Mom?"
"Like mother, like daughter," Jane chuckled.
Jane hugged Christy, abruptly sealing her daughter's lips with a deep, tonguing kiss. Christy was pulled onto the bed, with Jane rolling on top of her. By the time their kiss was broken, mother and daughter had their knees between one another's thighs.
"Everything's going to be all right, sweetheart," Jane assured her panting daughter as she stripped away Christy's nightgown: "As long as we stick together, we can't lose. We've got too much going for us to let our egos get in the way of something beautiful. This family depends on us to set an example. You and me, baby. Let's not blow it."
"Oooooh, Mom," Christy murmured with happiness, "you're so right. We're a team."
Mother and daughter kissed again. This time they each sent a hand probing into the other's crotch, fingering cunt and ass.
Over on the other side of the bed, Bud had been watching and listening to his mother and sister.
Tired of being ignored, he interjected himself into the situation.
"Hey, you two, what about me?" he protested. "I'm part of this family, too, you know. I've done my damn share of fucking."
"That you have," Jane said. "Still game?"
"What do you think?" Bud answered. "You two would wind up as a couple of dykes if it weren't for me. I'm the only one-who can keep you straight."
Bud had been lying on his stomach. Now he turned over. His hard-on sprang straight up, quivering in midair before it fell under its own weight against his belly.
"That's a very persuasive argument you've got there," Jane teased her son, reaching over to stroke his throbbing boner. "I think you've got your sister and me convinced."
"Right on!" Christy joined in. "All for one, and one for all."
Jane and Christy surged toward Bud. Clamping him with their naked bodies, they put him in the center of a human sandwich. From top and bottom, tits and pussy rubbed all over Bud.
"Shit, two chicks at once." The happy teenager celebrated his- good fortune, writhing with glee between his mother and sister.
Then it was time for some specific action. Only too willing to place himself in female hands, Bud allowed himself to be laid out flat on his back. His mother crouched over his face, spreading her pussy so wide that juice splashed on the bridge of his nose. At the same time, Bud's sister straddled his crotch, holding his hard-on straight up so his cockhead brushed the lips of her hovering twat.
Jane and Christy sat down at the same time Jane on Bud's face, and Christy straight down on her brother's hoisted cock so he was suddenly penetrating her cunt to the hilt. Bud immediately began sucking and fucking for all he was worth, using his tongue and prick with equal vigor. His mother and sister moaned their appreciation, Jane and her pussy full of oral meat and Christy with a twat stuffed with stiff, pumping dick.
Perched atop Bud, Jane and Christy faced each other as their pussies were respectively tongued and dicked. They shared their sensations, adding their steamy words to the erotic mix.
"Mmmmm, Bud's tongue's wiggling inside my cunt like a damn snake," Jane told her daughter.
"Well, his cock's like a crowbar in my pussy," Christy reported. "I'm practically coming already."
"Bet I can get off before you do," Jane playfully challenged.
"You're on, Mom!"
Jane and Christy shook their asses and ground down with their cunts. Bud's tongue and cock stretched until they ached. Both were being squeezed and corkscrewed by spasming, twisting pussy walls.
"Ooooh, I'm getting there fast!" Christy groaned.
"Not any quicker than I am," Jane fired back. "Bud's eating right through me. His cock can't be any farther up my pussy than his tongue is up mine."
"I'm gonna cheat," Christy giggled. She reached down and fingered her clit.
"No fair," Jane laughed in mock protest.
"You can cheat too, Mom," Christy grinned.
"I intend to do just that."
Jane didn't merely finger her clit. She pinched it. Christy immediately did the same to her own magic button.
"Ahhhh... mmmmm . . . oooohhh!" mother and daughter groaned in a single voice as they pushed themselves over the orgasmic hump.
The friendly contest was a draw, with Jane and Christy simultaneously climaxing. They fell toward each other, embracing and soul-kissing while their naked bodies shuddered with mutual orgasm.
Down below, with his tongue and cock working overtime, it was now Bud's turn to get off. His surging crotch jammed his prick so high in his sister's twat that Christy's ass jumped. Losing her balance, Bud's sister fell, taking her clinging mother down with her.
During the fall, Bud's spurting cock popped out of his sister's cunt. It gushed straight up in the air.
Realizing that Bud's cum was going to waste, Jane and Christy recovered from their sprawl and swiftly scrambled toward the fountain of jizz. Mother and daughter each tried to clamp her mouth over the spewing cock-head, but neither could nudge the other out of the way. So they wound up sharing Bud's cum, taking it in their faces. There was plenty to go around. Jane and Christy each wound up dripping from eyebrows to chin by the time Bud's dick had shot its bolt.
Then mother and daughter started licking the jism from one another's faces. When the cum was all lapped up, their tongues strayed. Bodies shifted. Before long, Jane and Christy had worked themselves into a lesbian sixty-nine.
Bud watched until his drained cock came back to life. Then he was back in the fray. His sister was hunched on top of the sixty-nine, her butt waving with the cheeks wide open, so Bud fucked her in the ass.
Of course, when Jane realized that Bud was butt fucking Christy, she demanded equal time. Bud told his mother not to worry, her ass would be treated to his big cock before the evening was over.
And so it went.. The action was non-stop well into the night. The three of them-Jane, Christy and Bud-fucked and sucked with their naked bodies in a perpetual tangle. By the time it was over and exhaustion had set in, mother, daughter and son curled in slumber on -sheets that were drenched with cum and pussy juice, where they would sleep until noon.
Even as the three of them slept, sex blanketed the three Hawthorne's. Christy clutched Bud's sticky prick, while Jane held his drained balls. Each of Bud's hands was wedged in a female crotch, unconsciously fingering pussy.
After a long, difficult period, there was peace in the house.
Chapter Ten
Jane Hawthorne was in her element. Being hostess to a houseful of happy people lit her candles. Giving a party was her way of saying thanks to everyone who had stood by her during the difficult period of the last few weeks.
Circulating with a tray of fresh drinks, Jane made sure her guests were enjoying themselves. There was no phony small talk with this group because only special people had been invited. Relative only. An intimate family get-together with good vibes guaranteed.
"I know I don't have to force another drink on you, Ken," Jane said to her brother.
Ken took the offered drink, but didn't gulp it down as he usually did.
"Just sipping tonight," he told his sister with a twinkle in his eye. "Got to keep the old body in shape."
"Oh, for what?" Jane kittenishly teased.
"As if-I had to tell you, Sis," Ken chuckled.
She had let her eyes drop below the buckle of her brother's belt. His crotch was bulging. "Who's got you so turned-on, brother dear?"
Ken wordlessly answered by panning his eyes across the room in the direction of his niece. Snugly packed in a pair of tight, cut-off jeans, Christy was shaking her ass to the, thumping rhythm of a disco record. As he watched his niece boogie, the tell-tale wound in Ken's crotch seemed to throb along with the same beat.
"Mmmm, you do have the hots," Jane noted. "Why don't you go over and tell Christy what's on your mind?"
"Think she'd go for it, Sis?"
"Only one way to find out," Jane grinned, taking her brother's arm and leading him toward Christy. "I'll even smooth the way for you.
Jane and Ken came up behind Christy. Jane caught her daughter's attention with a light slap on the sexy teenager's wiggling ass.
"Hi, Mom," Christy turned and said. "It's a fantastic party. I'm having a great time?'
"Your Uncle Ken has some idea about making it even better for you," Jane told her daughter.
"No kidding," Christy purred, rubbing against her uncle. "And what would that be?"
"I-I . ." Ken stammered as his niece turned him on even more.
"Your uncle's hot to trot, Christy," Jane bluntly spoke for her flustered brother.
"Think I see what you mean, Mom," Christy cooed, fondling her uncle's bulging crotch.
"Then why don't you give the poor guy a break?" Jane suggested.
"I think that can be arranged," Christy responded, casually unzipping her uncle's fly.
Just like that, Christy's hand was inside Ken's open hands, squeezing her uncle's cock and balls.
"Jesus, this is something," Ken sighed as his niece pulled his stiff prick out into the open while she slumped to her knees.
"When I give a party, everybody has a good time," Jane boasted, looking on with satisfaction as her daughter's tongue flicked out to tickle the pulsing crown of Ken's hard-on.
"You said it, Sis," Ken moaned as Christy's lips fastened around his cock-head with a moist slurp.
"Don't be shy," Jane whispered in Ken's ear. "Go ahead, don't hold back. Feed Christy your whole damn prick."
Ken's hips bucked. His big cock disappeared in his niece's mouth, jamming down her throat until it was being swallowed to the hilt.
"Now fuck her in the mouth, Ken," Jane urged. "Show Christy who's boss."
Ken clasped his hands at the back of his niece's skull and pulled her face against his grinding hips.
As she followed the action, Jane was delighted. The sight of her daughter deep-throating Ken's huge cock warmed her heart. The party was going just fine.
"Wow, look at sis suck Uncle Ken's prick," Bud cut in, coming up and surprising his mother,
"Well, hi there, stud," Jane said. "Having a, good time?"
"Be doing a lot better if you gave me some of that same action Christy's laying on Uncle Ken," Bud answered.
Jane hungrily licked her lips while she stared down at the revealing lump at the crotch of her skin tight jeans. "Mmmmm, I'd really like to help you out, baby, but this is my party and I've got to keep everyone happy.
"Don't worry, Mom, everything's cool," Bud answered. "Why don't you just relax and enjoy yourself?"
Bud grinned and unbuckled his belt, then pulled open his jeans. He wasn't wearing any shorts. Springing forth, his stiff cock had his mother instantly drooling.
"Since you put it that way," Jane swooned as she knelt, talking directly to her son's hard-on, "how can I say no?"
"Then stop talking and start sucking, Mom!"
"With pleasure." Jane gave in completely to the lure of the ten inches of prime teenage meat twitching under her nose.
Jane put her lips to work. Over Bud's cock-head they went, nuzzling at first, then clamping down. Her tongue got busy, tickling and licking.
"Ahhhh, good start, Mom," Bud reacted. "Now take my prick even deeper. Suck me off the same way Christy's doing to Uncle Ken."
This was the type of challenge Jane couldn't resist. Anything her daughter could do to a cock., Jane was determined to do at least as well.
Jane greedily swallowed inch after inch of her son's big cock, savoring the size and the sweetness. She didn't stop orally forcing her way down the long, thick shaft until her face was buried in pubic hair and her lower lip was warmed by the beat of Bud's balls.
Bud grabbed his mother's ears. He used them like handles, jogging Jane's head back and forth. At the same time he rolled his hips and pumped his cock. It was a mouth-fuck, pure and simple, the friction as good as it could get.
Up until a few minutes previously, the party had been an enjoyable, yet uneventful affair. Now it had a new focus. For right out in the open, two couples were engaged in oral sex-Ken with his cock crammed down his niece's throat, and Jane gobbling her son's plunging hard-on.
There were two other guests at the intimate family gathering. Neither was shocked, nor even surprised by the cock-sucking in their midst. In fact, they not only took it in stride, but reacted in a way that made it clear that this kind of thing was what they had been waiting for all along.
The most vocal of the two onlookers was Lenny Hawthorne. Welcomed back into the family fold, Jane's husband nudged the man next to bin and commented on the action.
"Makes a man proud, doesn't it?" Lenny said-to his former father-in-law. "Man, was I a fool to ever walk out on this deal. I was sitting pretty and didn't even know it."
"The main thing is that you're here now," Tim Riley reassured Lenny. "Everybody makes mistakes. Take it from someone who's been around a lot longer than you. The only think that's important how things turn out in the end."
"Well, I'd say thing's worked out real fine," Lenny said. "And what do you say we take advantage of it?"
"Why not?" Tim grinned. "Seems to me we've each got a daughter here who can handle a lot more cock than she's already taking care of."
"Right on!" Lenny enthusiastically agreed.
The two men unzipped their pants, pulling out their rigid dicks at the same time. Then they advanced toward their respective female offspring, Tim creeping up on Jane as she sucked off Bud, and Lenny on Christy while she went down on Ken.
"Get on your hands and knees, baby," Tim whispered in Jane's ear, clasping her tits from behind. "Your old dad's got a hankering to dog fuck you."
"Same goes for me, little girl," Lenny told his daughter after sneaking up on Christy and rubbing his hard dick between her shoulder blades. "Prop yourself up on all fours, honey, and daddy'll shoot his big prick right up your tight, wet pussy."
Jane and Christy immediately responded to their fathers' identical requests. Positioning themselves like bitches in heat, mother and daughter raised their asses in the air.
Tim flipped Jane's skirt over her hoisted butt, while Lenny pulled down Christy's cut-off jeans. Neither mother nor daughter wore any panties. Their bare twats throbbed from the rear through their splayed loins, bristling at the edges with blonde curls, and pinkly glistening at the center.
"Two peas from the same pod," Tim commented on the similarity of his daughter's and granddaughter's cunts.
"What about your wife-Jane's mother?" Lenny asked. "Was her pussy out of the same mold?"
"Ahhh, yes;" Tim sighed with recollection. "Jane's mother had a cunt that was as blonde as spun gold. I'm afraid I didn't appreciate that woman as much as I should have until after she was gone."
"Too bad she's not still here," Lenny said. "She's missing out on plenty."
"Maybe she's up there somewhere looking down on us," Tim sighed. "If she can see how her children and grandchildren turned out, the old girl's got to be pleased."
Tim thrust his prick into Jane's wide-open cunt. Lenny quickly followed suit, pronging Christy's awaiting twat. Together the two men began dog fucking their daughters with deep cock-strokes.
As they were shafted from behind by their fathers' big dicks, Jane and Christy wriggled their asses. At the same time they doubled their oral suction. The party was in high gear.
Jane's and Christy's mouth-fucking brothers; having a head start on the dog-fucking fathers, were closing in on dual climaxes. Ken's and Bud's cocks had been sucked almost raw by their sisters. Their balls ached. Cum was bound to flow, and very soon.
"My prick's about to blow," Ken told Bud. "How about you, kid?"
"Mmmmm, my nuts are hurting real good," Bud answered. "Feels like I've got maybe a pint of jizz ready to shoot."
"Well, then, let's get it on, tiger!" Ken said. "Whatta you say, let's come in these mouths at the same time."
"Okay, Uncle Ken, but you'd better be quick on the draw," Bud replied. " 'Cause my cock and balls are working on their own right now. When they're ready to get oft there's nothing I'll be able to do to hold back the jizz."
"Same here," Ken grunted. "It's just a matter of seconds for me. C'mon, kiddo, let's count it down. Jam our pricks down these throats one last time and unload."
Bud nodded in agreement, and he and Ken buried their cocks in their eager mouths. Rising in their sacs, Ken's and Bud's nuts quivered at the roots of their hilted hard-ons.
"Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . ONE!" Ken and Bud chanted.
Their cocks exploded. Hot cum flooded down Jane's and Christy's throats, on a beeline to their hungry bellies. Mother and daughter gulped like they were starving.
"Man, these chicks are thirsty," Ken rasped.
"Don't I know it," Bud panted. "The second we quit coming we'd better get our cocks loose, or they'll get chewed to pieces. Mom's already using her teeth on my dick."
"I hear you talking," Ken answered.
With their cum-supply exhausted, Ken and Bud stepped back, yanking their drained pricks free from their demanding mouths. No longer being orally fucked, Jane and Christy were able to talk to each other about how things were going for the first time since the action had begun.
Her lips shiny with male cream, Jane gurgled to her daughter, "Mmmm, that was sweet. You get your share of cum, baby?"
Mother and daughter brought their faces together and kissed, sharing whatever cum remained in their mouths by exchanging their swabbing tongues.
"Mmmm, love that jizz," Jane slurped when the kiss ended. "I could drink it all night and never-get full."
"Ahhh, me too," Christy sighed. "Wonder how many cocks we could suck if we were put to the test?"
"Don't know for sure," Jane answered. "But I'd bet if there's a record, we'd break it."
Then Jane squealed with surprise. For she had suddenly been reminded by a stabbing cock-thrust from the rear that her father was still dog-fucking her cunt.
"I took it easy on you while you were eating your son's prick," Tim Riley told his daughter. "Now I'm taking charge."
"Oooooh, Daddy!" Jane reacted just the way her father wanted her to, as Tim impatiently drove his big dick to the core of her twat. "If you're trying to split me in two, you're going about it the right way.
Alongside her mother, Christy made the same sort of comment when Lenny also put his prick into high gear, stabbing his daughter's teenage cunt with a brutal surge.
"Looks like we'd better take care of business and do a number on these two studs before they dog-fuck us to pieces," Jane told Christy.
"I hear you talking, Mom," Christy grinned and started rolling her ass, corkscrewing Lenny's cock with her twisting cunt.
Jane followed Christy's hip-shaking example. Soon mother and daughter were in a sort of erotic contest, each trying to make her father's hard-on erupt first in her rippling twat.
"Your cunt's gonna still be dry when mine's swimming with jizz," Christy teased her mother.
"Words aren't cum, little girl," Jane shot back. "Results are what counts. And experience is what gets 'em."
"If you mean being over-the-hill, Mom, then you got the nod there," Christy continued her side of the ribbing. "But we both know that a young, tight pussy's what really rings a guy's bell."
"Just keep blowing that Smoke up your ass, kiddo, and your old mom will wind up waving to you over her shoulder while she passes you by," Jane taunted.
And then mother and daughter stopped their verbal sparring, getting down to the big push. They were fucking now as seriously as two women can fuck. Their asses squirmed and the walls of their pussies spasmed, clutched and pulled. Rocking back and forth on their hands and knees, Jane and Christy treated their fathers' pricks like they were working them over with velvet sandpaper.
"Oh, Jesus, what a fuck!" Lenny groaned, draping himself over Christy's back and clutching his daughter's tits to stay on for the wild ride.
Tim just grunted. As Jane writhed beneath him, he resembled someone strapped to a bucking horse.
Then there were the onlookers. Ken and Bud, their cocks drained by mouth-fucking, had seen enough of the continuing action to get their hard-ons back. They were too horny to remain bystanders for very long.
"Maybe we ought to help out," Ken whispered to his nephew in a low voice so he couldn't be overheard.
"Sounds cool," Bud grinned. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Just do what I do," Ken said. "We'll bring things to a boil."
Ken dropped to the floor and crawled toward Jane.
"What are you doing?" she asked when she noticed him.
"You'll find out soon enough," Ken answered then flipped over, scooting his head between his sister's arms before Jane could react.
Ken wound up with his upturned face straddled by his sister's spread loins, just below where their father dog-fucked Jane's cunt. Extending his tongue, Ken tickled the clitoral flap of his sister's cock-filled twat.
"Ooooh, Kenny, I like it!" Jane swooned. "Don't stop licking my clit for anything. It goes perfect with Dad's cock in my cunt."
"Hey, that's not fair!" Christy called over to her mother when she saw that Jane's pussy was getting oral assistance.
"Don't worry, Sis, you're not gonna miss out on anything as long as I'm around," Bud told Christy as he appeared kneeling before her.
"Good boy," Christy told her brother. "Slip underneath me and lick my clit while Daddy's dog fucking me. I'll jack-off your dick while you're doing it. Make you come in my face."
Lying on his back, Bud slithered beneath his sister until his mouth was in the shadow of her crotch. His tongue stretched, tasting clit on its first swipe of Christy's cunt.
As her brother licked her magic button, Christy kept her promise and began treating Bud's rigid prick to a hand-job. Not to be outdone, Jane did the same thing with Ken's hard-on.
And so the scene was set: six members of the same family fucking and sucking, each one of them a vital cog in an incestuous orgy..
At the rear of the action, two generations of fathers fucked their daughters' tight, wet pussies with tireless cocks Below, nephew and uncle reached with their wriggling tongues to electrify the clits of their respective sisters.
Up front, mother and daughter beat their brothers' meat, their stroking fingers tugging taut foreskins back and forth over Ken's and Bud's knobby cock-heads.
"I'm gonna come!" Lenny rasped as he sank his dick into his daughter's teenage twat for its final thrust.
"I just knew I'd get my cunt full of cum first!"
Christy responded to her father's announcement with a triumphant whoop.
However, Christy's triumph was short-lived. For her mother was also on the brink of a pussy full of fatherly jism.
"My prick's gone as far as it can go, too," Tim Riley croaked, hilting his straining tool into Jane's twat with such power that his daughter's asscheeks slapped against his colliding crotch.
It was down to the wire between mother and daughter, with Jane and Christy urging their fathers to get off first.
"Ooooh, shit, that's hot!" Christy cried as Lenny's dick erupted ten inches inside her, scalding her fuck-hole with an abrupt flood of cum.
Christy was not alone in her celebration, though. For her mother's voice joined hers at once in an identical squeal. At the same time Christy's cunt was being swamped by fatherly jizz, so was Jane's.
Mother and daughter continued their mirror image responses when both were simultaneously struck by female orgasms to match the climaxes of their fathers.
"I'm coming . . coming so hard!" Jane and Christy echoed each other.
In the meantime, Tim and Lenny finished shooting their wads in their daughters' cunt. Their cocks remained rock-solid. So the two fathers kept right on fucking their girls, beginning once again to pump their stiff pricks in and out of the incestuous fuck-holes.
And, down below, Ken and Bud kept their tongues busy, constantly flicking their sisters'
meaty clits.
The effect on Jane and Christy was predictable. The two of them kept coming and coming, matching each other climax for climax in twin rushes of multiple orgasms.
Through it all, mother and daughter kept their hands working on Ken's and Bud's cock, each steadily jacking off her brother's big dick. Ken and Bud couldn't take much more stroking without both of their hard-ons spouting jism.
Even in their orgasmic frenzy, Jane and Christy were aware that their brothers' cocks were ready to blow. What had been friendly competition between mother and daughter, now changed into erotic cooperation. Each swung the dick she had been beating-off in the direction of the other's face, crossing the straining cocks.
Jane and Christy made the maneuver just in the nick of time. Jacked-off to the bursting point by his sister's hand, Bud's cock spurted point-blank in his mother's face. And stroked to the limit in Jane's sliding grip, Ken's hard-on unloaded right between Christy's eyes.
When Ken and Bud had creamed their last, Jane and Christy let go of their brothers' spent pricks and turned their attention directly toward each other, rubbing their noses together. In this position, mother and daughter thirstily tongued the cum from one another's features until both faces were licked clean.
Meanwhile, Tim and Lenny were still balling their daughters from the rear. After they were through lapping the jizz off each other, Jane and
Christy got back into a fucking-groove, doing all the things that women do with their bodies when a cuntful of fresh jism is their goal.
The action would continue like this well into the early morning hours, constantly shifting from one focus to another. Always at the foundation of it were Jane and Christy, making things happen as they fucked and sucked with unrelenting enthusiasm. Their four men needed to rest occasionally, but hot mother and daughter. When the cocks were temporarily flagging, Jane and Christy greedily went down on each other like a couple of dykes.
So it went, with mother and daughter taking it every way possible. Over and over again Jane and Christy fucked and sucked, in their mouths, their cunts, and their asses.
It was a wild night, indeed. But just the beginning for this American family. Jane and Christy would make certain of that. Only behaving as if there were no tomorrow could they guarantee the promise of the future.
