Helen Grant gave a little groan of pleasure as the first cold blast of spray from the shower struck her, its chill fingers plastering her long auburn hair and running down across her skin to mat the thick dark mound of her cunt and make her clit tingle.
She sighed, luxuriating in the massage of the spray as it quickly grew warm and relaxing.
It was a little past nine o'clock on a bright, beautiful Monday morning in June. The kids were home from school for the summer-she'd just sent her daughter Janie off to her new part-time job at the neighborhood grocery store, and Clay was downstairs watching television. She could hear it blare even from the shower.
At last, having fed the kids and gotten them started on their day, she was enjoying her first moments alone in the privacy of the bathroom.
And not a moment too soon, because she was horny enough to scream.
"Ahhh, yes . . ."
Rushing geysers of water cascaded over her tits, and on impulse, she reached up to cup her big tits and push them out at the streaming spray, feeling her nipples stiffen with wicked pleasure.
Helen was proud of her tits and had reason to be. Their firmness hadn't diminished a bit over the years, and at thirty-seven, she still had the most attractive tits in the neighborhood. Jutting out ripe and swollen, they throbbed now as if hungry for attention, big pink nipples expanding out hard and long with blatant yearning.
Her pulse quickened. She felt her pussy creaming, felt precious cunt juice ooze from her cunt and leak onto her wet thighs to mingle with the shower spray and run down her legs. A widow for the past five years, she still vividly remembered how it felt to have a man's mouth gliding over her tits, a rough tongue flicking and lips sucking, caressing . . .
Almost without thinking, she ran her thumbs over her stiff nipples, gasping as they quivered and stood out a full inch in length. It had been too long since she'd had a man pay attention to her nipples. Too damned long. She plucked at them lightly, enjoying the warmth that spread through her.
Then, caught up in that warmth, she let her hands drift down along her flat stomach to brush her thick mound of soaked pussy fur and push between her soaked thighs to the wet core of her cunt-gash.
"Uhhh-"
She moaned softly, glad for the chance to be alone. It had been over a week since she'd taken one of her extra-long showers. The kids' presence had temporarily soothed the dull ache of loneliness that she'd long since come to expect.
However, after a full week of not jacking off, the ache in her cunt was back full force this morning, too intense to be ignored. She knew, even as she pried her slippery cuntlips apart with practiced ease and moved her thumb across the taut button of her clit, that she couldn't hold out another instant.
"Ahhmm.
Shuddering with delight, she rolled her thumb in a circular motion over her rigid clit, torturing it with increasing fervor as she wedged two fingers into the entrance of her fuck-hole and began to slide in and out of her cunt, inching deeper and deeper.
"Ohhh, oh God, yes . . ." she gasped, writhing down on her make-believe prick until her fingers had disappeared completely up her pussy.
Just as she had at least a hundred times before over the last five years, she pretended that it was a big hard cock reaming out her cunt and thrusting to its base inside her pussy. She strummed her fat hooded clit into a frothing frenzy, and within moments, the first wave of climax swept through her.
"Yes! Yes that's it, oh^ahhh . . ." Panting and arching in the shower, with the far-off din of the T.V. like a background roar and the image of being fucked by a man's stiff cock reeling in her mind, Helen came again and again as she fucked down on her hand in blissful release. "Oh fucking sweet-yes, God yes, more, more!"
Her orgasm erupted in her cunt and clit, and a torrent of pussy-cream drenched her hand as she quivered with frantic joy.
It was in the very midst of her climax-that exact moment of the first real completion she'd had in days-that she realized she was not alone.
A movement in the fogged bathroom mirror caught the edge of her glazed vision. At first, it didn't register in her lust-hazed mind. But then, as if in a dream, she saw the door slowly swing open and her son's head poke in.
Clay Grant stood there, his blue eyes wide and his mouth gaping.
It all happened too fast to stop. With two sopping fingers buried in her cunt, she could no more have halted her orgasm than she could have leaped from a speeding train. And from her position- half-turned toward the doorway-she knew that her son could see it all as her fingers plowed up into her pussy with wrenching spasms.
"Ohhh, ahhhmmm ..."
At that moment, Helen's body twisted in a blur of fulfillment, and not even the vague realization that Clay was looking on could stop the cry of release that tore from her.
"Aaannnhhh!"
Lurching in utter satiation, she cried out in the peak of ecstasy.
Only when it was over, when the last explosion of orgasm had ripped through her, did full understanding hit.
Clay had just seen his own mother jacking off. Finger-fucking herself like some kind of horny pervert.
And he'd seen her enjoy every second of it.
However, instead of reacting with the instinctive shock and horror, Helen was surprised to find a strange calmness seeping through her-aided by the fingers that still gyrated in her cunt eking every bit of pleasure from it.
That was when an unexpected impulse struck. Reluctantly withdrawing her fingers, Helen turned to face the open door and put on an expression of innocent surprise. .
"Oh! Oh, hello dear. I didn't hear you come in."
Standing frozen at the sight he'd burst in upon, Clay jumped at her voice, his face paling. "I . . . I thought the bathroom was empty. Uh, I'm sorry, Mom. I can come back later-"
But Helen wasn't fooled by that lame excuse. She knew her son had been spying on her, and that realization oddly made her feel mischievous. She spoke up quickly. "Oh, that's all right. Come on in. After all, it's your house too. I was just finishing."
Clay hesitated, his expression torn between fear and excitement. At his age, he already had the handsome angular face of a man. Both Clay and
Janie had their father's rich blond hair, unlike Helen's glossy brunette curls. But they did have their mother's attractive features-her high cheeks and small straight nose and full lips.
At the moment, Clay's lips were tightening with guilt and indecision as he stepped uncertainly into the bathroom. "I didn't mean to interrupt, Mom. It's just . . . well, I guess you had the same idea as me. I, uh, I promised to drop by and see Janie at work, and I was going to take a shower, myself."
Helen didn't believe a word of it. She couldn't help but notice the way Clay's gaze consumed her body as he spoke. The boy obviously had never really seen a woman nude before, and his open stare traveled up and down her figure as if trying to take in every inch of her curves at once.
Urged on by that gaze, she abruptly decided to teach her son a lesson.
She spoke casually. "That's a good idea, honey. I tell you what: since I'm already here, why don't we shower together? Then you wouldn't have to wait, and we could do each other's backs!"
Clay's eyes, already wide, now bulged. His face went beet-red, and Helen could hardly help but smile at his reaction to her suggestion. How who was embarrassed!?
"Gee, I don't know, Mom," he began, shrugging uncomfortably. "It. . . well, it doesn't seem . . . you know."
"It's perfectly all right," she spoke soothingly.
enjoying her dare more than she knew she should. "Believe me, I don't mind a bit. In fact, it might even be fun. We haven't showered together for years, have we?"
Clay's face suddenly cleared into a grin. The next moment, he was wiggling out of his shirt and jeans and making straight for the shower to join her.
"Okay. I guess it's all right, since you say so."
Helen gasped at the sight of her son's nude, muscular young body as he stepped under the spray to confront her. His cock was bobbing half-erect, its tufted nest of curls a light golden fringe that had not yet thickened and darkened enough to hide his lovely ball sac. Like Greek statues she had seen, he had a beautiful cock and an absolutely gorgeous pair of balls. The size of robin's eggs, his nuts bulged in their smooth tight sheath in a way that made her ache to caress them.
But it was Clay's cock that really held her attention. She hadn't seen her son's prick since he was a little boy, but his shiny knobbed prick-shaft was no little boy's cock-it was enormous, swelling into a huge hard-on that took her breath away. Though not completely hard, his prick stood out a full seven inches and was obviously good for more. Veined and fat and reddening at its tip, his fucker held her gaze hypnotically, like a weaving snake.
Her son had grown into a man, and he had a man's prick.
She suddenly wanted to grab his cock, to wrap her fist around it and cup his heavy sagging balls in her palm, to feel the thing she'd been missing so much over the past five years.
And she almost did, held back only by the fact-that he was her son. It wasn't right for a mother to feel her teenage son's cock, no matter how sweet it looked and how horny she happened to be.
His sudden laugh caught her off guard. "Look, Mom, you're spouting!"
Following his eyes, Helen looked down at the twin geysers of water that sprang from her hard-budded tits. Clay stretched out a hand to catch one flowing geyser, and that innocent gesture abruptly made her cunt melt and burn with fiery new intensity.
"They are a little like fountains." She forced a husky laugh of acknowledgement. "You could almost drink from them, couldn't you?"
"You sure could." Clay practically smacked his lips at the prospect, giddy with excitement that his mother didn't seem to mind his scrutiny of her tits a bit. "I'll bet it'd be fun, too."
The eager look on his face made her cunt cream. It had been so long since she'd made any man horny, that even a naive inquisitive boy was enough to turn her on. Even her own son!
But right at the moment, he was much more than that. She knew only too well the flood of new emotions he was eoins through, the overpowering hungers and unexpressed desires of a boy in a man's body. Those things were normal for a teenager. Considering that, she couldn't really blame him for spying at all. He only wanted a taste of the mysteries of womanhood, and had naturally come to his own mother.
She couldn't very well turn him down, now, could she? Prodded by that rationalization, Helen carried her teasing game a step further.
"Go ahead, darling. Why don't you try and see? I guess a little experimenting won't hurt!"
Laughing lightly to hide the rush of pleasure that soared through her, she thrust her tits out a bit in uninhibited invitation.
Caught up by his mother's openness, Clay ducked his head forward. His mouth opened wide, mere inches from one taut nipple.
The stream of spray leaped from her rigid tit and cascaded over his tongue in a sensuous fountain that quickened Helen's breath. Her bright glistening nipple hovered tantalizingly over Clay's mouth as he playfully gulped, making no effort to hide the way his cock leaped in reaction.
His big, inflamed prick-head glided across her thighs, and she couldn't help but feel a blast of delight at the hot trail his cock made against her skin. It had been five lonely years since she'd been this near a throbbing cock, and the sheer abandon of the situation had her cunt frothing for that wonderful rippling cock-meat.
At last, Clay closed his mouth to catch his breath, and the spray from her nipple spattered across his face, making her laugh again.
He grinned, "Hey, it's not that funny, Mom. Come on, how can I get a drink if you're going to laugh? Look how you're jiggling the spout!"
He pointed at her quivering tits, and they both laughed afresh at that.
"Well, then, you're just going to have to catch it, aren't you?" she teased, flexing her shoulder tauntingly. "You're the one who thought of this game, so let's see how well you play."
Urged by her tempting motion, he opened his mouth again and bobbed his head in an effort to catch the elusive little fountain.
In doing so, he inadvertently moved closer, once or twice accidentally brushing his lips against her straining nipple.
The nearness of her son's thirsting mouth was suddenly too good to pass up. In a hoarse voice she gave in. "Oh, if you really need a drink that bad, we don't want you to go without, do we? Here- now try it."
With those words she shifted to him, popping her nipple between his open lips.
"Umff-"
Clay made a sound of surprise and automatically closed his mouth on the stiff wet spire, his tongue flicking to taste it.
Helen groaned at the first hesitant stroke of her son's tongue, and pushed even more of her tit into his mouth.
"Ahhh ..."
Without warning, the game ceased to be just that. Taken by surprise, Clay could hardly believe his luck. He'd sneaked up here in the faint hope of catching a glimpse of what a real nude woman looked like, and now he was actually standing naked in the shower with his mom and sucking her tit! It was great!
The fact that she was his mother didn't matter a bjt. She was a woman first-a voluptuous horny woman with a better body than the ones he'd seen in magazine pictures. All he could think of was her tit pressing into his mouth, and that quickly had him gobbling with unrestrained hunger.
"Yesss, uhhhmmm . . ."
Tangling her hands in her son's wet hair, Helen urged him on.
"Yes, that's my baby. Oh God, that feels so good. More darling, more ..."
He sucked her tit harder than ever, rolling her thrusting nipple on his tongue and lapping at it furiously. His hands crept up to cup her huge tit-mound, kneading its softness and squeezing it until she was moaning loudly.
All the while, Helen felt her son's hard prick jabbing against her stomach, slithering its knobbed head along her slippery flesh. She wanted nothing more than to grab his thick prick-shaft and ram it up her cunt.
But she was afraid how Clay might react to the realization that his own mother wanted to fuck him. Instead, she pulled back, flushed, her cunt exploding with hot fuck juices.
"Oh-oh honey, I don't . . . that shouldn't Jiave happened. I-"
"Why not?" Clay gave her an honestly puzzled look, still holding onto her tit. "What's wrong with playing? You said it was all right!"
"This isn't the kind of playing I meant," she answered, knowing the words were a lie even as she said them. "Darling, you don't understand what . . . well, what that kind of game can lead to. Neither of us would like the outcome much, once we thought about it. Do you understand?"
He shook his head, confused. But one thing he knew for sure: his mother was ending their fun, and he didn't want that to happen. "Didn't you like my tit-sucking, Mom? I sure did!"
She gave a croaking laugh. "So I see, honey. Just look at yourself!"
With that, she swooped down a hand and caught Clay's prick in her grasp, trying to convince herself that she was merely pointing out his response to their unhealthy game.
The instant her fingers slipped around his smooth cock, they closed into a fist and began to tug, making Clay suck in his breath.
"You see?" she went on as her hand began a pumping motion over his cock. "It isn't right to feel this way about your mother. And . . . and it isn't right to ... to ... oh my God, darling ..."
Her fist moved faster, and Clay's hips twitched in response. He'd jerked off lots of times. But it had never felt like this!
"That's it, Mom," he grunted, hunching forward. "It feels real good, don't stop. Yeah . . ."
Somehow, Helen found herself backed into the corner of the shower stall, her pumping hand pulling Clay's prick to her with each hard stroke. His hands moved over her tits, fondling and rubbing them until they were throbbing.
As if hypnotized, she watched his reddened cock-head spear straight for her thick wet bush of cunt fur. Its pink little piss-tip gleamed with a precious drop of cum, and she hissed ecstatically as his big cock-knob pushed its way amongst her cunt curls.
"Oh Clay, that. . . that's nice, baby. Your cock is so big and hard, so gorgeous!"
In a haze of pure lust, she lifted one tapered leg and let his rigid cock slide along her drooling pussy-slit.
He hunched forward at the silky feel of slick pouting cuntflesh against his prick. His cock jerked up, slamming its veined length against his mother's cunt.
Suddenly, she guided his cock up with a determined pull, aiming it for her drenched pussy.
"Annnhhh!"
She gave a purr of pure joy as his prick-head lodged between her cuntlips, shoving them apart and pushing its flared tip into her fuck-hole.
For an instant, there was a slight resistance as her unused cunt muscles were stretched to accept his stabbing cock-meat. Then the resistance eased, and his cock slipped into her cunt, snugly sheathing its whole length in her hungry pussy-slot.
The youngster gave a startled gasp at the ease with which his prick seemed to melt right into his mother's pussy. "Ahhh-oh yeah! Mom, I can feel my cock in your cunt! Man, is it nice!"
"Ummm . . ." she smiled, wiggling to feel his cock slosh inside her cunt. "Do ... do you really like my pussy, honey?"
"Hell yes!" he blurted. "Your pussy feels real good, and I think I can make it feel even better!"
He began to twitch his hips, inching his stiff, angled cock in and out of Helen's cunt with the natural expertise of innocent enthusiasm.
She released a groan and clutched her son's ass-cheeks as his cock slid back and forth, picking up a fucking rhythm that quickly grew faster. She was really getting fucked. After five empty years, she was finally getting her cunt filled the way she needed most. The only trouble was that it was her own son, a youngster, who was doing the fucking.
But at the moment, that fact didn't concern either of them greatly. Excited at getting the first real fucking in his life, Clay drilled his cock into his mother's cunt with a friction that had her weaving her ass and digging her fingernails into his skin with spasms of unleashed joy.
"Fuck me!" she wailed, urging him to pump her pussy even harder. "Fuck me, darling! Fill my pussy with your sweet cock, lover. Annh . . ."
Release burst through Helen's cunt in floods: of gushing cunt juice as her son's swollen prick-shaft lunged again and again, burying itself to its down-furred cock-base inside her tensed fuck-hole. Reflex took over, and her cunt muscles clamped onto his magnificent driving prick and began to suck on it voraciously, slurping for the magic load of cum that filled his sagging, slapping balls.
Clay had never even imagined that fucking could feel so good. He thrashed in the squeezing grip of his mom's pussy and rammed his cock-meat into her more viciously than ever, panting out his delight. "Oh shit, you're really fucking my cock now, Mom! Fuck my cock! Unh! Unh-"
His body surged, and she cried out as the first enveloping peaks of orgasm brought her to writhing, blissful release.
Helen thrashed and writhed on Clay's prick in a way that quickly had his load of jism boiling up in his balls. Her big, gorgeous tits flopped and bounced wildly, and he took advantage of that by ducking
Suddenly, she guided his cock up with a determined pull, aiming it for her drenched pussy.
"Annnhhh!"
She gave a purr of pure joy as his prick-head lodged between her cuntlips, shoving them apart and pushing its flared tip into her fuck-hole.
For an instant, there was a slight resistance as her unused cunt muscles were stretched to accept his stabbing cock-meat. Then the resistance eased, and his cock slipped into her cunt, snugly sheathing its whole length in her hungry pussy-slot.
The youngster gave a startled gasp at the ease with which his prick seemed to melt right into his mother's pussy. **Ahhh-oh yeah! Mom, I can feel my cock in your cunt! Man, is it nice!"
"Ummm . . ." she smiled, wiggling to feel his cock slosh inside her cunt. "Do ... do you really like my pussy, honey?"
"Hell yes!" he blurted. "Your pussy feels real good, and I think I can make it feel even better!"
He began to twitch his hips, inching his stiff, angled cock in and out of Helen's cunt with the natural expertise of innocent enthusiasm.
She released a groan and clutched her son's ass-cheeks as his cock slid back and forth, picking up a fucking rhythm that quickly grew faster. She was really getting fucked. After five empty years, she was finally getting her cunt filled the way she needed most. The only trouble was that it was her own son, a youngster, who was doing the fucking.
But at the moment, that fact didn't concern either of them greatly. Excited at getting the first real fucking in his life, Clay drilled his cock into his mother's cunt with a friction that had her weaving her ass and digging her fingernails into his skin with spasms of unleashed joy.
"Fuck me!" she wailed, urging him to pump her pussy even harder. "Fuck me, darling! Fill my pussy with your sweet cock, lover. Annh ..."
Release burst through Helen's cunt in floods of gushing cunt juice as her son's swollen prick-shaft lunged again and again, burying itself to its down-furred cock-base inside her tensed fuck-hole. Reflex took over, and her cunt muscles clamped onto his magnificent driving prick and began to suck on it voraciously, slurping for the magic load of cum that filled his sagging, slapping balls.
Clay had never even imagined that fucking could feel so good. He thrashed in the squeezing grip of his mom's pussy and rammed his cock-meat into her more viciously than ever, panting out his delight. "Oh shit, you're really fucking my cock now, Mom! Fuck my cock! Unh! Unh-"
His body surged, and she cried out as the first enveloping peaks of orgasm brought her to writhing, blissful release.
Helen thrashed and writhed on Clay's prick in a way that quickly had his load of jism boiling up in his balls. Her big, gorgeous tits flopped and bounced wildly, and he took advantage of that by ducking his head and latching his mouth once more on her hard nipple, sucking and nibbling it ferociously.
"Yes!" she practically shrieked, coming in an endless chain of explosions. "Yes, baby! Suck me and fuck me like that! Harder, Clay! Oh God, harder!"
After five years of having to rely on her own fingers in place of a real Cock, Helen couldn't have stopped what was happening now even if she'd wanted to. Her pussy churned with hot cunt juice and squeezed her son's big luscious cock in a wild milking motion as blast after blast of completion ripped through her. Clay's mouth sucked on her nipple harder than before, and deep groaning noises of sheer pleasure rose from his throat as he fucked viciously, slamming his smooth cock up his mother's cunt like a pro.
Suddenly, he released her tit and pounded his cock-meat forward like a battering ram, crying out. "I'm coming, Mom! Yeah-oh fuck! Yeahhh!"
"Ahhhh!" she wailed as her son's body shuddered and surged. Cock-cream blasted into her cunt, the hot load of jizz flooding her pussy.
They clung in heaving -unison, unaware of the shower spray rushing over their slick glistening bodies. Helen flailed on her son's meaty, shooting prick, soaking up every precious drop of his jizz.
At last, Clay slumped, drained and happy against his mom's twitching body. His reddened prick was still wedged in her cunt-slot.
"Oh baby, that was . . . ummm, that was the best shower I've had in a long time. Did-did you enjoy it too?" Helen giggled huskily.
"Oh shit yeah! It was great! Wow, I never felt anything so good . . . can we fuck some more? I don't want to stop fucking you!"
Even as he spoke, his cock stirred deep in her pussy. The notion of fucking again excited Helen, but with the worst of her horniness satisfied, she felt a twinge of guilt. Pulling back with a laugh, she reluctantly let Clay's prick slip from her cunt and plop free.
"I thought you were going to see your sister," she said lightly, forcing herself to ignore the dripping, fattening prick that dangled between her son's thighs. "Now scoot, before we end up in here all day!"
"Well, okay." Giving in, he stepped from the shower and turned back with a pleased expression. "But we can take showers together lots from now on, can't we?"
"We'll see."
Helen watched her son towel himself dry and dress, then echo his goodbye as he scurried off to meet Janie.
After he was gone, the guilt began to set in. She'd seduced her own little boy. She'd fucked her son, giving him the first taste of pussy he'd ever had. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, now he'd be expecting her to fuck him again. That was only a natural reaction for a boy who didn't understand that anything wrong had occurred.
And worst of all, she didn't know if she could ignore his beautiful fucking cock now that she'd had it in her cunt. Instead of ending, her problems had just begun.
"Oh- damn," she sighed, reaching down to massage her swollen cunt and feel her son's fuck-cream drool from the parted slit of her pussylips. "Damn you, Clay . . ."
Almost before she knew it, Helen was finger-fucking herself into a frenzy once more and thinking of Clay's cock in a way no normal mother should.
CHAPTER TWO
((I don't believe it!"
Janie halted with an abruptness that almost made Clay walk into her as she turned to face him.
It was five minutes past noon, and they stood in the middle of the sidewalk just two blocks from home. Clay had shown up right on time to meet his sister at the end of her morning shift at the grocery store where she worked. They'd been walking and talking together when he'd thoughtlessly blurted out the morning's events.
And at Janie's glare, he suddenly wished he hadn't.
"I don't believe a single word," she said firmly, the intensity of her voice making him take a step back. "And I've got half a mind to tell mom just what you said about her! Then we'd see what happens to nasty little brothers who go around making up lies!"
"Aw come on, Sis!" he said, his face reddening. "It's the truth, I swear! We really did fuck-right in the shower, like I said!"
"Do you mean to tell me that mom actually let you put that-that disgusting thing of yours inside her? You expect me to believe a story like that?"
Clay nodded, wishing now that he'd never openedhis mouth. It had come out by pure accident. They'd been walking down the street, just talking like they always did, and he'd burst out with the whole episode without thinking. Lately, he and Janie had been sharing a lot of little secrets, and this morning's incident had simply seemed like one more. He hadn't expected her to get mad.
"Honest, Janie. We really fucked!"
His sincerity made Janie waver. Clay almost never lied to her, and the enormity of what he'd told her was just too fantastic to be anything but the truth. He'd actually fucked their mom in the shower!
Strangely, that image didn't upset her quite as much as it should have. In fact, it made a shivering tingle of warmth shoot through her cunt-the same tingle she always felt just before her pussy began to cream with arousal.
"Well," she relented, "it might be true. I know mom hasn't seemed very happy lately, and with the way she never goes on dates or anything . . . but to let you get your cock into her cunt! That's disgusting!"
Clay grinned with relief, seeing that she wasn't really disgusted in the least. By this time, he'd come to know that impish gleam in her eyes all too well.
Then she went on.. "But you'll have to do more than that to convince me. Come on, we're almost home. Let's go up to my room, where we can have some privacy, and you can tell me everything!"
With those words, she turned around and started down the street, her blonde curls flying and her short summer dress clinging to her slender shape. Clay hastily followed.
By the time they reached the house, they found, to their mutual surprise, that the family car was gone.
Scampering inside, they found the note Helen had left on the kitchen table. She had gone shopping and would be gone most of the afternoon. They had all the privacy they wanted.
Clay was grinning as his big sister went through the whole house, making absolutely certain that they were alone. Satisfied at last, she returned to the living room and gave him a secretive little smile.
"Well, it looks as if we're not going to be interrupted for awhile. Let's go up to my room."
"Sure." Clay's grin broadened in anticipation.
They'd spent lots of time in Janie's room lately-almost every chance they could get. At first, it had been just a place where they could talk and share private secrets where no one could hear. But after the first few times, Janie had started talking about sexy things, finally working up to the time when she'd asked if she could feel his prick.
Surprised, he'd been quick to agree. And the moment her hesitant fingers slid over his prick, he'd blasted his load of jizz with wrenching bliss.
After that, they'd begun playing more often. Usually, Janie just like to caress his crotch of his pants, feeling the bulge of his cock there until it erupted. Sometimes she even slipped a hand down over her own soaked crotch at the same time, placing a finger on her pussy as she beat his prick off. But occasionally, she let him do things too, like rubbing through her panties while she jacked on him. Once in a while, she even let him play with her pussy with her jeans down or her skirt bunched at her waist, so they could both watch as his fingers glided over the slick damp material and pushed up into her mysterious cunt crevice that drooled with wetness at his touch.
And last time had been the best of all. She actually let him reach up under her blouse and feel her tits with only her bra between them and his palms. Until this morning, that had been the greatest thrill of his life. Now he had a feeling he wasn't going to be satisfied quite so easily.
Unaware of what was going through her brother's mind, Janie led the way upstairs until they were in her neatly decorated room. Then, closing the door securely, she turned and faced him once more. "Now I want you to tell me everything. Did you really fuck just like you said?"
Clay bobbed his head, deciding to use a little discretion. "It was kind of an accident at first. She was in the shower, and I just wanted to see if she was almost done."
Janie felt her cunt pulse with juicy heat at the picture of her mother and Clay fucking. She was still cherry. The only experiences she'd dared have were those with her brother, because somehow the word sex didn't seem nearly so frightening when a girl was just doing things with her little brother.
Right now, she felt like doing lots of things.
"Go on. I want to hear every detail. What happened when you looked in?"
Janie reached between her brother's legs and placed her hand on the fly of his jeans, feeling his hard-on.
With difficulty, Clay continued his story, filling in the details as his sister's fingers stroked his swelling prick. "Well, the first thing I saw was mom finger-fucking herself. She was doing it just the way you do, only lots harder ..."
As he talked, Janie's hand moved faster on his prick. He described the way he'd seen their mom finger-fucking herself, then went on about how he'd gotten caught, and the game they started to play.
By the time he reached the point where he'd found one of his mother's big tits thrust into his mouth, Janie was breathing hard as she rubbed his prick violently.
"You mean she ... she really let you suck her titties?" she asked, her voice husky.
"Yeah. And then she grabbed my prick and started pulling me straight to her. The next thing I knew, she had my cock-head right inside her cunt, and I kind of pushed, and my cock slid all the way in ..."
As he described their fucking scene, Janie was obviously affected. By now her brother's cock poked out to stretch his jeans taut, and her fingers rode up and down on his prick with familiar urgency.
Usually it was about this time that Clay got his rocks off, his cock jerking and spasming in his sister's hand.
But his recent experience was still too fresh and vivid. This time, he didn't want to unload jizz in his jeans. He wanted more.
The identical thought seemed to occur to Janie. Slowing the motion of her hand over his rigid prick-shaft, she spoke in a breathless voice. "Well, at least you got your share of fun while I was working at the checkout counter all morning! I ... I guess it wouldn't hurt if I let you touch my tits some more, the way you did last time."
That decision made, she began to unbutton her blouse. It flapped open, and Clay's cock gave a vigorous lurch at the spectacle of his sister's small white bra cups.
Janie didn't have her mother's mammoth tits yet, but her still-ripening tits were already overflowing their white restraints with youthful promise. Clay didn't mind the smallness of her tits a bit as his hands went up to cover the soft cotton cups of her bra.
"There," she said with a small gasp. "Are my tits as nice as mom's?"
"I don't know." He squeezed and kneaded, frowning thoughtfully. "It's hard to tell through this thing. I can't really feel your tits."
Janie hesitated, then shrugged and reached behind her. "Oh, all right. If we're going to compare my tits with mom's, we might as well do it right."
With those words, she unhooked the bra and let it dangle loose, its cup resting lightly on the swell of her tits.
Immediately, Clay's hands slipped under the bra, and he found himself holding twin handfuls of soft, vibrant tit-flesh.
She sucked in her breath at that first touch and spoke in a voice that quavered slightly. "There, is that better?"
"Yeah." He ran his palms over her tits, feeling her nipples stiffen to rubbery points. "Yeah, that's a lot better. I can really feel your tits now."
Janie couldn't stop the groan that rose in her throat as his fingers rolled over her nipples, making them ache with hardness. She'd never let him go this far before, but right now, she didn't have any desire to object as he nimbly worked her nipples into taut throbbing spikes, playing with them the way she'd been wanting for months now.
In fact, she couldn't resist gasping out her approval.
"Oh, oh that feels nice. Keep doing it. We want to make sure you get a good chance to compare tits don't we?"
Clay nodded, watching his hands move underneath the bra. Although Janie hadn't given permission, he had to see what his sister's tits looked like now that he had the chance.
Easing his wrists up by almost unnoticeable degrees, he got his first look.
Jutting out firm and round, Janie's tits made two perfect mouthfuls. Her nipples were twin quarter-sized circles that peaked into stiff, rosy points. He caught each nipple between his thumbs and forefingers and tweaked them with little milking motions, noticing how their tips flared slightly with every squeeze.
Hissing with delight, Janie felt her inhibitions melting away under a flood of horny new sensations. Unable to halt them, she blurted what was racing through her mind.
"It-ummm-it wouldn't be a fair contest if I didn't let you kiss my tits some too, I guess. Do it, Clay. Kiss my titties, just the way you did mom's."
She slipped her blouse and bra off then, baring her small tits to his gaze.
Instantly, Clay lowered his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with newfound expertise.
"Ahhhh ..."
She threw back her shoulders as her brother gobbled first on one tit, then moved to the other. By now, her panties were soaked with hot cunt-cream, and her cunt was burning worse than it ever had before. This was a new ache-not the kind that she could ease with a slick squirming finger plunging into her pussy the way she sometimes did in bed late at night. This ache required more. Suddenly she backed away, pulling her tit from between his lips.
"Now I want you to show me the rest. I want you to touch my pussy the way you did hers. I want to feel your cock against my cunt."
Clay's eyebrows went up at this unexpected invitation, but Janie didn't give him time to utter a response. She reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it slither to the floor. Then, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her sopping panties, she pushed them down and stepped out of them.
"Oh, shit!"
Transfixed, Clay licked his lips in anticipation as she unzipped his jeans, letting his prick spring free.
Though Janie had felt her brother's cock dozens of times before, she was amazed at his enormous cock as it bobbed up at her now, all hard and veined and straining out.
Her pussy blasted cunt-juice. In pure reflex, one of her hands fluttered lightly down on his massive prick, her fingers curling around his prick-shaft and drawing it forward.
"Oh wow, your cock's huge!" she gasped, her hand tugging fervently on his prick as she posi-
tioned her pussy before it. "I never knew your cock was so ... so big!"
Clay got a good look at his sister's furry gold cunt bush, all damp and gleaming as she let her thighs part so that she stood in a straddling position.
Then his prickhead was plowing into her pussy hair and pushing through it. Janie groaned when the length of his cock slipped between her legs and lodged against her cunt-slit, jerking upright at the hot slippery feel of pussy along its shaft.
"Oh ... oh fuck, that's nice ..."
Immediately* her thighs closed, capturing his cock in a tight silky grip. Her hands flew around his waist and they began to hunch with mutual rippling motions that made his stiff prick leap and dig against her clit.
"Ohhh," she panted, tingling and burning with an intensity like nothing she'd felt before. "Oh Clay, that's right. Fuck me just like you did mom. Just as if you're fucking me ... ahhh ..."
Cunt-cream flowed from Janie's pussy, greasing Clay's cock as he slammed it back and forth. Almost without thinking, he clutched at his sister's taut, pliant asscheeks and dug his fingers in, kneading her twin globes of ass-flesh and pulling her to him even harder as his cock jabbed into the tight fuck-channel between her thighs.
Within moments, she was gasping and whimpering with need. Her small bare tits joggled and mashed against his smooth chest, and she was grinding herself forward furiously.
"Oh yeah," she cooed, surrendering totally to the lust that ripped through her at the feel of her brother's hard slithering cock. "You're fucking me so good. I'm going to come! Faster, Clay! Ahhhh-I'm coming, ohhhh!"
Suddenly she twisted and arched on his prick in explosions of release, purring happily in the midst -of one of the best orgasms she'd ever had.
Delighted, Clay pounded his cock in between her thighs even harder than before. Janie's writhing body egged him on, her thighs clenching and unclenching on his cock just the way his mom's pussy had. Abruptly, he felt his load of jizz boiling up in his balls and clutched at her with frantic fervor.
"I'm gonna shoot, Janie!" he cried, his hips lurching with built-up need. *'Oh fuck yeah-yeah-"
Janie's hands swooped between their bodies to grasp his jerking, cream slickened prick as it pistoned in and out between her drenched thighs. She could feel his cock rippling in her fingers, brimming with hot cum.
That was when a new impulse soared through her. Without taking time to consider, she pulled back and dropped to her knees before him, taking his inflamed prickhead between her lips. "Fffuuummm ..."
It happened so unexpectedly, that Clay felt his load of cum erupt the moment Janie's mouth closed over his sensitive cock-tip. "Ohhh, shit!" "Mmppff- "
She moaned as his prick exploded in a fountain of cum. Hot spurts of jizz filled her mouth to overflowing, and she gulped them down in pleasure, drinking up her brother's jism.
Clay could hardly believe it. That morning, he'd fucked his mom, and now he was unloading cum down his big sister's throat. Her lips clamped over his leaping prick, sucking at it for every drop of jizz as he stuffed it into her mouth in erratic frenzy, coming again and again. "Uuummmmm . . . "
She gave a long slurping groan, swallowing the last little surges of spattering fuck-juice that oozed from her brother's piss-hole. Finally, licking her lips to collect the droplets of cock-cream that still lingered on them, she rose and faced him with a satisfied smile.
CHAPTER THREE
As she cleared the supper dishes away, Helen felt guiltier than ever about the morning's little episode.
In the living room, the kids were watching a situation comedy on T.V. She could hear them whispering and giggling in that secretive way of theirs, just as they always did. It was as if nothing at all had happened-nothing to make this day different from any other.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world for a mother to fuck her own son.
These were the thoughts going through her mind as she went through the motions of filling the sink with sudsy water and heaping the dirty dishes in. Almost the very moment Clay had left to pick up his sister, she'd fled the house on a pretense of shopping, not wanting to have to face him. It had been almost suppertime when she returned and found, to her surprise, that he didn't act any differently at all. In fact, he never mentioned a word of what had happened.
That was when she realized the truth. Clay didn't understand. He didn't really know that anything wrong had occurred. Too young and naive to be aware of society's views of such things, he probably thought that all sons fucked their mothers!
Helen churned with guilt at that notion. But conscience wasn't the only thing bothering her at the moment. Through all her guilt, the vivid memory of having Clay's prick buried in her cunt kept popping up. It wouldn't go away. In fact, it was getting worse.
Finishing up the dishes, she tried to convince herself how wrong it was to feel this way. Clay was her son-and a mother didn't lust after her own teenaged son! It was sick, perverted. It was disgusting!
However, it wasn't exactly the thought of fucking her son that had her pussy moistening. It was the thought of fucking a man. Any man. And Clay was that! He'd proved it this morning, pounding his cock into her cunt and filling her with jism, blast after blast after-
She caught herself with a gasp, realizing her hips had been twitching in response to the memory of their fuck. It was wrong, but she was so horny! And now that they had fucked once, how could she keep it from happening again?
Janie abruptly burst into the kitchen, breaking her mother's confused train of thought. "I'm going now, Mom! I promised to drop by Trish's house, and I'm already late."
She bounced up and gave her mother a fleeting peck on the cheek, then headed for the back door.
"Don't stay too late," Helen said.
"I know you don't have work in the morning, but that doesn't mean you can stay out all hours! Be home by ten, all right?"
"Okay." Janie gave her mom a brief wave. "See you."
Then she was gone.
That gave Helen the chance to do what she knew needed to be done: to talk to her son alone. With the dishes done, she decided not to put it off a moment longer.
Drying her hands on a towel, she strode purposefully into the living room and turned the television down, then stood over Clay who lay sprawled on the floor before it.
"Darling, I think it's time we had a talk. Don't you?" He looked up, his face innocent with surprise.
"What about, Mom?"
She had to smile at the way he covered up the incident. "You know perfectly well what about, young man! Now come here and sit down. I want to get this out in the open and cleared up, once and for all."
She sat down on the couch, motioning to a spot beside her.
With a shrug, Clay rose from the floor and plopped on the couch. His leg accidentally brushed Helen's and she jerked back as if burned, then covered her overraction with a smile.
"Okay," he said, still tauntingly innocent. "What's up, Mom?"
Losing her smile, Helen faced him seriously. "It's about this morning, honey. What happened. Well, it shouldn't have. I wanted to make that clear to you. I'm-your mother, and I ... I took advantage of the situation. It shouldn't have happened, but I made it happen. Do you see what I mean?" Clay shook his head. "We didn't do anything wrong, did we? It was fun! Didn't you have fun, too?"
"That's not the point," she said hastily, trying to avoid his inquisitive gaze. "We should never have done it, and it's not going to happen again. You may not understand right now, but you will someday. It-it just wasn't right."
"Oh." Clay's face fell momentarily, then brightened again. "That doesn't mean we have to stop everything, does it? I mean, we don't have to fuck-"
"Clay!" Her eyes widened with shock. "-but we can do other stuff, can't we?" he persisted, ignoring his mother's protest. "Like making out and stuff. That's not fucking, and it's fun. Here, I'll show you, Mom."
Before she could stop him, Clay was pressing against her, crushing his lips against hers and plunging his tongue eagerly into her mouth. "Fff-mmm ..."
She made a sound of mingled surprise and sudden horny arousal as her tongue automatically darted in an unmotherly reaction. Clay pushed her back into a half-prone position on the couch. She felt his hands gliding up to mold themselves over her tits, then felt them plucking at the buttons of her blouse.
"Muhh-no! Clay don't! You shouldn't-ummff ..."
She tried to resist, but Clay's searching tongue wiggled back into her mouth, and his movements grew more determined. Almost before she knew it, her blouse was gaping open, and her son's fingers were working the back snap of her bra. It clicked, and her tits sprang free.
Clay clutched her tits immediately, and he pulled back to admire his handiwork, eyes aglow as he took in the sight of her bare tits spilling out, their nipples puffing into hardness under his fingers.
"Wow, you have the greatest tits ever, Mom!" he said proudly, kneading her tit-flesh. "It's not wrong if I just play with your tits a little like this, is it? Then I can suck on your tits for you and make them feel real good, just like this morning . . . mmmmuuuuummmmmmm ..."
His head went down, and all resistance swept out of Helen as one inch-long nipple popped between his nibbling teeth. "Ohh-oh, baby, this isn't what I ... ahhhmmmm ..."
Helen groaned, arching her shoulder and mashing her big tit into her son's face as he lapped and sucked her aching nipple, making it burn and throb. After all, she thought dimly, he did have a point. This wasn't like actually fucking, and it did feel so good . . .
"Ummra," she gasped, giving in despite all her guilt-ridden determination and shrugging out of her blouse and bra.
Clay's mouth noisily slurped at her nipples until he had them both glistening wet and hard. Then his fingers crept down between their bodies, inching under the waistband of her slacks.
Now he is definitely going too far, Helen thought. She tried to stop what was happening.
"Honey, please-this isn't right! Oh, God, Clay, don't ..." Her protest came out as little more than a whimper of need.
It was already too late. He was peeling back her slacks and panties, working them down over her full hips arid ripe ass. Her feeble struggles only seemed to help, and a moment later, the first spongy curls of her pussy poked into view. She couldn't halt the blast of cunt-cream that drenched her thighs as he exposed her cunt. He jerked her slacks away with a violent motion that pulled him back on his knees, giving him a perfect position to see every inch of her bared cunt.
"Please-" Helen clamped her legs together, abashed at his gaze and her own insatiable needs.
"Come on, Mom," Clay said with a knowing smile, moving his hands between his mother's legs and gently easing them apart to get his first unobstructed look at a woman's pussy. "Show me your cunt-there's nothing wrong with that! I'll bet your cunt's just as beautiful as the rest of you. Yeah ... oh shit, yeah!"
By now, Helen's pussy was frothing furiously, and her son's obvious admiration had its effect. She let her legs open wide, displaying her cunt openly to his gaze and feeling it gush fuck-cream even harder. She heard him suck in his breath, and gave a husky laugh at the look on his face.
"Well?" she teased, spreading her legs wider. "Now that you've got to see my pussy, do you like it?"
"Oh fuck, yeah," he sighed, staring down at her sopping cunt-slit.
His mother's rich dark cunt bush was matted with fuck-juice, parting naturally to show off the pink slash of her pussy. Her pussy's fat, slick lips flared slightly like butterfly wings, letting him see right up into her drooling fuck-tunnel. But what really caught his interest was her clit. His mom had the biggest clit he'd ever seen in any pictures. It jutted out like a nipple, all slippery-looking and puffy and as thick as the end of his pinky. Captivated, he admired what had to be the most perfect cunt in the whole world. And it was all his.
Helen could no longer bear being admired from a distance. "Well?" she asked. "Are you just going to look at my cunt now that you've got me this far? You may as well find out what my cunt feels like, too. Go ahead and feel my pussy, honey.
Don't worry, it doesn't bite. At least, not very hard."
With that joking tone, she opened her legs even wider, giving him free access to her cunt.
Clay didn't hesitate. His hands converged on her grease-slickened cunt, his thumbs sliding along its lips and parting them to widen her dank fuck-channel.
"Ahhh," Helen groaned. Then she groaned even louder when his thumbs moved up, coming together at the bud of her cunt. "Ahhh!"
He fucked her oily clit, rolling the balls of his thumbs across it and grunting in surprise as she reacted instantly, gryating her ass off the couch and panting hoarsely.
"Does that feel good?"
"Ohh, baby, yes. That's-ahh, soooo goood!" she gasped, arching up to his hands. "You're doing it just right. Now-ahhh!-now push on my clit and move your thumbs hard, just like pressing a button. Oh God, that's good! Faster . . . faster . . . ahhhmmmmm!"
Enjoying his mother's uninhibited reaction, Clay strummed her clit eagerly.
Helen quickly soared to climax under her son's attentive flicking, sobbing openly. "Now get a finger inside my cunt. Oh yes, that's it, lover. Move it back and forth-now another one. Put two fingers into my pussy and fuck me with them while you work my clit ... oh honey, that's it!"
Clay followed directions, sliding two fingers up his mother's cunt-gash and fucking them in and out. Almost the very moment they first plunged in, she was reeling up and crying out, oblivious to all else.
Orgasm surged through Helen like incredible jolts of electricity, all emanating from her son's jabbing fingers and rolling thumbs. She came in wrenching explosions, sobbing and bucking onto his fucking fingers until every tremor of joy was soaked from her climax.
At last, slumping with a luxurious groan and returning to reality, she opened her eyes to see him grinning down at her.
"How was that, Mom?"
"You know damned well how it was," she gasped mischievously, twitching as his wet ringers slid from her cunt. "But ... I know how it can be even better. How would you like to kiss my pussy now?"
"Kiss your pussy?"
"That's right." She creamed afresh at his innocent surprise. "See how my cunt looks like a mouth? Now you're going to find out why, darling. Kiss my pussy-mouth for me. That'll make it feel even nicer ..."
Clay hesitated this time, staring down at her inviting cunt. Her pussy really did look like a mouth, and he'd read about guys going down on girls and eating their cunts out. Though he'd never imagined himself doing anything like that, the idea didn't turn him off at all. In fact, cuntsucking might even be fun.
It only took an instant to decide. Then he scrambled between his mother's wet thighs, ducking his head down.
Helen gasped at the first brush of her son's lips against her heated cunt. Then his tongue lashed out, and she heaved up as it stroked the length of her cunt-gash and located her clit.
"Ann, that's good!" she groaned. She quivered and moaned as he lapped at her clit with his tongue. "Eat my cunt, Clay! Suck on my clit! Oh honey, suck my clit hard! Eat me! Yesssss!"
Clay's lips fastened on her plump, rigid clit and began to suck, milking sensuously at her cunt-bud.
Helen cried out and clutched his head, grinding her cunt against his face and urging him on. "Oh fuck, that's perfect! Eat it all, darling. Lap up my pussy-juice and nibble on my clit, then stick your tongue in my cunt so I can feel it inside-ohhhhh, baby-y-y!"
Trying to lap up all his mom's pussy at once, Clay worked his tongue wildly over it-first torturing her clit, then shoving it hard into her fuck-hole, then back to her clit. He swallowed what seemed like gallon after gallon of oozing pussy-cream and still kept on, trying to catch every drop.
Already built up to an ecstatic pitch, Helen couldn't endure that kind of tonguing for long.
Suddenly, she pushed Clay's head back and twisted upward, her hands shooting out.
"Oh you sweet cuntsucking darling, I can't stand it!" Her voice was hoarse as she grabbed the zipper of his jeans and jerked it down, letting his swollen, aching cock swing free. "Damn you, I'm going to fuck that horny prick of yours right off! Lie back, darling, so I can fuck my baby so-o-o-o nice ..."
Pushed onto his back, Clay chuckled as she straddled him, her hands grasping his hard cock and her tits swinging pend^ilously over his face. "I thought we weren't supposed to fuck, Mom. You said-oh fucking yeah!"
Helen was already lowering herself down on his prick, sinking his cock into her pussy with undulating expertise. She hissed rapturously as his prick slid deep inside her cunt, and a smile of pure, abandoned lust crept over her face as she began to ride up and down on his stiff fucker,
"Fuck what I said, lover! You started this, and now you're-annh-going to-uhhh-finish it! Unh . . . unnnnh!"
Within moments, she was bouncing up and down in full frenzy, seesawing on her son's prick and shoving her tits at his face to make his mouth latch onto a throbbing nipple and suck fiercely.
For Helen, their fucking was an orgy of pure sensation. All her original good intentions had long since vanished. It had been so long since she'd real-
ly been fucked good, that now her greedy cunt seemed to be making up for lost time. Hot bursts of cunt-cream soaked Clay's balls, making each of her downward fuck-thrusts slurp with wicked lip-smacking sounds. She careened on her son's prick-shaft, clamping her pussy muscles tightly onto its veined thickness, sucking at his cock with all the fervor of a woman whose insatiable desires were now bursting forth.
"Yes!" she wailed, fucking down on Clay's prick with shuddering wrenches that made the couch springs squeak. "Fuck me! Stuff me with your cock! Oh, baby, baby, ahhhh!"
"Mffff- "
- Clay could only gasp a muffled reply, his mouth filled with soft quivering tit. Catching up with his mother's frantic fucking rhythm, he arched off the couch to meet her downstrokes. Her sopping pussy lips slammed against his hard cock-base, and she cried out with each grinding surge of her clit against his hairy, matted prick-root.
"Unhh ... oh yes! Oh fucking shit-that's it! Stuff my cunt full, stuff-uhhfff . . . aaahhhh!" Her beautiful face contorted with bliss, Helen drove herself onto his prick harder than ever.
Clay had never seen his mom so horny-not even in the shower that morning. Leaning forward to shove her big tits in his face, she raised her tight sucking cunt all the way up to the knobbed head of his cock and then slammed it down with a ferocity that had her full, taut ass slapping against his thighs. He clung to her bouncing hips, holding on with all his might and drilling his cock up in to her cunt as fast as he could without releasing her hard nipple from his mouth.
"Huhh-hummmrnm ..." "Come!" she shrieked, writhing in the wild built-up peaks of orgasm. "Make me come and shoot your jizz in my pussy! Ahh-I'm coming! Oh God-I'm coming harder, Clay-harder, harder! Aaaaaaah!"
Helen's cry then was a scream of complete release as her orgasm ripped through her cunt, bringing with it a chain of climaxes that had her mewling and moaning in ecstasy. "Oooohh-ahhmahhhh ..." Her fucking frenzy had its effect. Clay felt his balls tighten with warning, and he at least released her stiff-spired nipple, groaning out his own release as he rammed his cock in her cunt to its hilt. "Fuck, Mom, Im shooting-oh, shit! Yeah, yeah!"
His prick exploded, shooting cum up his mother's spasming cunt as she purred ecstatically and pounded down to take all his jizz.
"Aaannhh . . . ohhhhhh ..."
Their mututal orgasm seemed to last forever. Clay's prick lurched and shot load after load of hot creamy jism into Helen's sucking cunt before he was drained. Finally, when the last glob of cum had been soaked into her pussy, the woman slumped atop her son in happy, gasping delight.
"Ohhh . . . oh, baby, baby. That was so sweet, so sweet ..."
Clay managed a weak laugh, feeling his cock slowly shrink and slide from her cum-drenched fuck-hole. "Did you really like my prick? I mean, can we keep fucking now and not stop like you said? I-I want to fuck you all the time, Mom. I never want to stop fucking. Okay?"
At that point, Helen would have given in to anything. She giggled, wiggling to capture the last little surges of pleasure as her son's cock slipped limply from her clenched pussy.
"Well, I suppose we'll have to now, won't we? Since I've gotten you used to sticking your horny cock into a real pussy, it wouldn't be fair to shut you off now, would it?"
Grinning broadly, Clay began to realize that he'd fucked his mother into total submission. She'd do anything now, anything he wanted. And that gave him a new idea.
"Okay, then," he said, reaching up to grasp her bare shoulders. "And just to prove it, how about cleaning off my prick? I want to feel you kissing my cock and licking it, just like I did your cunt. Lick all the jizz off my prick, Mom, so I know you're telling the truth."
He started to push her down, but she was far from resisting now. As if the thought had been her own idea, she slid along her son's slim body and came to rest with her face between his tights, looking down at his glistening, reddened cock.
Although Clay didn't know it, Helen didn't need the slightest urging. The sight of his limp wet prick had her pussy drooling and aching all over again, and even as his hands tangled in her glossy hair to guide her on, she fucked her tongue out, licking up the combined juices of cum and pussy-cream that soaked his cock and balls.
"Ann ..." he groaned, remembering the feel of Janie's mouth sucking on his cock-meat just that afternoon.
"That's it, Mom. Lick my cock all over, and take my prick in your mouth. Oh, oh yeah-that's it..."
"Muuuummm ..."
Only that morning, Helen had dreamed of doing just this: lapping at Clay's tight balls, feeling his cock tug erect until it was all hard and bobbing against her cheeks. Now her dream was coming true. Her son's prick rose slowly with a new hard-on and she sucked and licked his balls clean. Then, when his cock was once more stretched and swollen into full, enormous stiffness, she wrapped her full pink lips about his purple cock-head and began to bob her mouth up and down with luxurious fucking motions.
She hadn't forgotten how to suck cock. Her tongue stroked Clay's sensitive cock-tip and tasted the little droplet of cum that collected at its piss-hole. She sucked her cheeks in, relaxing her throat muscles and taking in inch after inch of the boy's big, rigid cock-shaft.
"Oh fuck-"
Clay twitched up, gliding his prick in and out of his mother's sucking mouth just as if it was a hot, wet pussy to be fucked. Janie had been a good cocksucker, but his mom was an expert. Within instants, he was thrashing and lunging his prick up into her throat, already on the verge of coming again.
"Yeah, suck my cock, Mom. Suck it hard! Oh fucking shit! You're gonna make me come! Suck my cock! Suck it-aaaaaaah!"
His cock jerked and sent fresh loads of jizz spurting into Helen's mouth, making her gobble all the harder. This time, there wasn't as much cum to be had, but there was still enough jizz to fill her mouth to overflowing. She gulped again and again, drinking her son's cock dry.
Finally, when Clay sank back on the couch in gasping weariness, she lifted her head with a smile. "Is that what you wanted, darling? Now that you've fucked me at both ends, are you satisfied?"
Clay's grin matched her smile as she licked at the jism dribbling from her lips. She closed her thighs tight to hold in the additional precious cum that threatened to drool from her cunt.
"Yeah, that was just right. I love you, Mom."
CHAPTER FOUR
As Janie sipped her morning orange juice, she happened to glance up at the kitchen wall clock. "It's nearly nine, Mom. Isn't Mrs. Wallace expecting you?"
"Oh God, I'm going to be late!"
Gulping the last of her coffee, Helen rose and gave her daughter a quick hug and kiss before heading for the door.
"There's no telling how long we'll be shopping, dear. You kids may have to make your own lunch. But I'll be home this afternoon at the latest, and we'll have a nice supper for you when you get off work." She paused at the back door, then smiled. "And try to get that brother of yours out of bed before you leave. I think he'd spend all day sleeping if he could! All right?"
Janie smiled back. "I will. Have fun!"
Finishing her juice, the girl listened as the car door opened and slammed shut. Then the engine roared, and soon her mom's station wagon was pulling out of the drive and speeding away.
The moment she was satisfied that her mother was really gone, Janie quickly rose and bounced up the stairs to Clay's room. Her brother was still asleep, sprawled out under a single sheet bunched loosely over him. She tiptoed to his bed, then reached down and pulled the sheet away.
Clay was totally nude. He lay stretched out on one side, his big cock and heavy ball sac dangling over the edge of the bed.
Janie's cunt began to cream under her nightie, itching and burning with a now-familiar ache. Afraid of staining her wisp of a gown, she impulsively pulled it over her head. Then, taking advantage of her brother's position, she knelt to examine his cock more closely.
Until yesterday, she'd never seen a real-live cock before. But she'd heard other girls' stories, and she knew Clay's cock was much bigger than any they had described. Even limp like it was now, his prick hung a full six inches from his nest of cock-fur. Moving carefully, she took his soft prick between her thumb and forefinger and lifted it up to get a better look.
Janie's cunt drooled at the sight of his innocent-looking-prick. Its slitted pisshole was tipped with a droplet of moisture, and after yesterday's experience, she didn't even attempt to quell the urge that swept through her cunt now.
She leaned down, and fucked her tongue over the soft smooth knob of Clay's prick.
He groaned softly in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. She gently tongued his cock all over until it was slick with saliva, then went to work on his balls.
Just one day ago, she wouldn't have dreamed of licking a boy's balls, let alone drinking his jisrn.
But after finding out what her mom was up to, it didn't bother her at all. Clay's confession had made her realize that there was nothing wrong with being horny. If her own mother could get a hot pussy, then maybe the strange aching needs that constantly bubbled up inside her cunt weren't so abnormal, after all. In fact, maybe it was perfectly all right to be horny. And if there was nothing wrong with being horny, then there couldn't be anything wrong with sucking, fucking and jacking off, either.
She began to mouth each of her brother's egg-sized nuts in turn, licking their wrinkled sac and feeling its soft downy fuzz tickle her tongue.
To her delight, Clay's prick began to grow and lengthen in response. Soon it was hard and pulsing, standing out huge and swollen.
Releasing his balls, she returned to his big stiff prick and covered it with her mouth, closing her lips over his huge inflamed cock-knob and easing her head back and forth.
"Umm ..."
Clay stirred and blinked awake to find his sister sucking on his cock, half its length vanishing down her throat.
"Oh shit!" he gasped, coming fully awake at once. "Wow! What a way to wake up!"
Janie smiled around his big cock-shaft, not losing the steady fucking rhythm of her cocksucking.
With a happy chuckle, he urged her on. "Do it,
Sis! Suck my prick awake! Yeah!"
His hands tangled in her long blonde hair, and his hips began to jerk. Almost before she knew it, she found her throat stuffed with rigid prick, and she began to gag.
"Muuuffff-" Quickly discovering how to relax her throat muscles, she took more and more of his thrusting cock-meat.
It didn't take much of his sister's eager cocksucking to cause Clay's prick to throb in her mouth as he eased onto his back, thoroughly enjoying this unexpected treat.
"Take it all, take all my cock and suck it real good like last time. Suck my prick real hard and make me come . . . yeah, that's it, suck my cock. Ahhh ..."
He bucked up, gliding the length of his prick in and out of Janie's mouth while her head bobbed even faster. By this time, she'd practically become an expert at cock sucking, and it wasn't long before she took every one of his fat cock-inches down her throat, feeling his curly cock hair bristle against her lips. Hornier then ever, she slurped frantically at her brother's stiff erect prick.
"Mmmmaaaaaahhhmmmmm ..."
"Oh fuck! That's good-"
Clay clutched Janie's long golden hair as it drooped in curls over his thighs. From where he lay, he could see his prick sinking into his sister's mouth-could see her small dangling tits jutting in-
to hard pebbly peaks. Until just yesterday, he'd never dreamed that girls liked to suck cock, and now he was being sucked off for the third time. His load of cum was boiling up in his balls, and as he felt the tingling tightness of approaching release, he clung to her even harder and fucked her face furiously.
"Suck my cock, Janie! Eat my prick! Oh fuck! I'm gonna shoot-now, I'm shooting now! Oh shit-yeah-nowwww!" He lurched wildly, exploding in his sister's mouth.
Janie gulped the floods of hot cock-cream that erupted from Clay's jerking prick, groaning deep in her throat and sucking for more jizz. Just the feel of her brother's jism spurting over her tongue and sliding down her throat was enough to make her cunt juice up hotter than ever.
Then, when she'd sucked and lapped up every precious drop of cum, she lifted her head with a hungry little smile and squirmed into bed beside him.
' 'Now you're going to show me all the things you learned last night while I was gone. And don't think you got away with anything, because I saw the way you and mom acted when I got home! The way you looked at each other when you thought I didn't notice-I'll bet you fucked again, didn't you? And I want you to show me everything!"
Still drained from his climax, but more than happy to oblige, Clay had to laugh as her nude body wiggled against his, demanding attention. "Oh shit, you're not even going to give me time to catch my breath, are you?"
"No!" Smiling mischievously, she persisted without giving him time to recuperate. "Now, what happened? I want to know every detail, so I can have fun too!"
With a pretended sigh of exasperation, Clay shrugged. "Well, first, she let me play with her titties some more/That's a good way to get started."
Janie didn't hesitate. "All right. We did that yesterday, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to do it some more. Here: which tit first?"
Propping herself on her elbow, she pushed her small pliant tits forward. Clay bobbed his head, capturing the nearest nipple and sucking at it.
"Ahhh," she cooed. As if pulled forward by the suction of his mouth, she collapsed on top of him, squirming and shoving the entire mound of her tit to his lips. "That's nice-that's really nice when you eat my titties. Ohhh-mmrnm ..."
Clay felt his big sister's soaked cunt grinding against his hip, leaving a sticky trail of wetness as it gushed horny fuck juice. His arms went around her waist, and she didn't object when his hands cupped her ass, squeezing it in rhythm to her hunching motions. It was already obvious that she was hot and more willing than ever before, so he decided it was time to make his next move.
"There," he gasped, pulling back from her hot tits at last. "That's how we started. Then she let me see her pussy, so I could get a real good look. Then she let me eat her cunt out."
"Eat her cunt?" This took Janie by surprise. The thought of Clay with his face buried in their mother's cunt was an unexpected development.
But then, she had thought cocksucking was nasty and outrageous, too. And she'd certainly been wrong about that!
Besides, if mom did it too, then it had to be all right.
"Well . . . " she gave in slowly. "Iguessif mom let you see her cunt, you may as well see mine too. And I'll even let you eat my pussy-but just a little, until I find out if I like getting my cunt eaten."
A bit embarrassed, but determined, she scooted up to a straddling position and spread her knees over her brother's face, letting her cunt hover enticingly above him.
"Is that right?" She looked down with a mixture of uncertainty and excitement as Clay feasted on her tantalizing cunt. "Is my pussy as nice as mom's?"
"It sure is," he said. "Oh shit, is it ever!" Clay found himself staring up at his sister's pink cunt-slash, her gold cunt fur matted with dampness and her puckered cuntlips oily with pussy drool. He was amazed that her cunt looked almost exactly like his mom's, only slightly smaller. Her clit was a delicate button almost entirely hidden by a slick fat hood, and her blonde-fringed cuntlips flared just enough to show off a tight dark fuck-channel that wasn't nearly as defined as his mother's was. It made him wonder if he would ever be able to get his tongue up inside her cunt, let alone his prick.
The mere notion of sheathing his cock in her tight fuck-hole had his prick bobbing erect again, and without further thought, he acted.
His tongue fucked out, and Janie gave a surprised and delighted gasp as it stroked along her pussy-gash. "Oh, that feels funny-but good! Don't stop, keep licking my cunt. Ahhhh ..."
"Ummff ..."
Probing eagerly, he lapped his sister's slippery cunt and gouged up, worming the tip of his tongue between her tight pussylips for more of the juicy goodness that welled up there.
"Aaah!"
Janie had never even dreamed of the utter bliss that soared through her cunt at that intimate, darting touch. Almost instantly, she was grinding her cunt down on her brother's face as he lapped and stroked, his tongue lashing up like an electric prod that sent jolts of pleasure surging through her hungry cunt.
"Ohhhhh, that's it! Eat my cunt like that! Oh, Clay it's so good! More, more!"
She hunched deliriously as Clay fucked her small tingling clit, working her pussy-button until he had his big sister whimpering and careening over his head in a frenzy. Cunt juice poured from her tight, unfucked cunt, making his face slippery as he tortured and sucked her clit thoroughly. Then, once again he glided his tongue between her pink pouting cuntlips and began to work it deep into her fuck-hole.
"Ahhhhhh ..."
Janie reeled and undulated as Clay's tongue slithered inside her cunt, wedging deeper and deeper in her gushing pussy-hole and wiggling to collect the floods of cunt-cream there. Her brother's tongue was much better than her own fingers had ever been, and she couldn't help crying out in delight.
"You're fucking me! Fuck me with your tongue! Oh yeah, that feels so good! Stick it up inside my cunt! Oh, Clay, yessss!"
Seesawing with wild, abandoned lust on her brother's face, Janie wailed as his tongue dug up into her frothing pussy and began to fuck in and out, working between her clamped cuntlips just the way a cock would.
Almost instantly, she began to writhe in panting bliss as orgasm wrenched through her pussy with each plunging tongue-stroke. Clay probed her pussy frantically, clutching her thighs and pulling them wide apart as his face fastened to her cunt in horny enjoyment. She'd never even remotely experienced anything like the shudders of climax that tore through her cunt now, making her shriek.
it! Fuck me good, Clay! Like you fucked mom . . . harder . . . stick your prick in me faster. Oh, faster, yes, yessss! Aah-aaaaaaaah!"
Clay was ramming his prick into Janie's cunt until almost its whole length was sliding in and out of her greased fuck-hole. She bounced furiously on the bed, her body surging with each fuck-thrust as if she'd fucked a hundred times before. His balls slapped against her rippling ass, and within moments, he could feel his jizz bubbling up in his stiff cock. He was aching to pour jism into her tight, squeezing cunt.
"Shit!" he grunted happily, pounding his cock-meat into her cunt harder than ever. "You sure know how to use your pussy for someone who never fucked before! Your cunt's as good as mom's any old day! Take it, Janie! Take all my cock-yeah, yeah!"
"Guhh-uhhh-"
Janie responded as if obeying a command. Her legs flew around Clay's waist and she pulled up in harsh, slamming, piston-like strokes, impaling her cunt on his cock.
Clay couldn't stop his body from reacting another moment. He drove his prick to her pussy with frenzied pumping, and as she arched off the bed in complete abandon, he released his load of cum, groaning loudly in unison with her scream of climax.
"Unnnnh ..."
"Aaaaah!"
They came simultaneously, thrashing and hunching as spurt after spurt of hot cock-cream flooded Janie's cunt, filling it to overflowing. She lunged up for every drop of jizz, clinging to her little brother until the last twinges of ecstasy had been soaked from them both.
Then, gasping for breath and totally satisfied, they both collapsed on the bed in a jumbled heap.
"Ooohhh ..." Janie purred as she felt the cock in her tight fuck-hole slowly shrink, letting trickles of juicy cum roll from her drenched, overloaded pussy. "Oh, that was sooooo gooood ... I could just keep fucking forever! And if I didn't have to go to work this afternoon, that's just what I'd do! How would you like that, baby brother?"
Clay laughed, wiggling to let his cock roll in her squishy cunt. "How about calling in sick? Then that's just what we can do!"
Janie almost considered his proposal seriously, but didn't dare take the chance of losing her new job. Instead, she suddenly squirmed out from beneath him, groaning unhappily as his prick slipped from her cunt.
"Can't today, but we will one of these times. Besides, we have to let your little old cock recuperate, don't we? I want your prick to be in good shape for when I get home!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Umm, that feels marvelous!"
Dropping her packages on Gail Wallace's couch, Helen hurried over to the air conditioner and lifted her blouse to let the cool breeze caress her sweaty skin.
Behind her, Gail laughed and shed her own bundles. "It is nice to get out of that heat. Men just don't understand what we women have to go through on these shopping excursions!"
They both laughed at that as Gail joined her friend, unbuttoning her blouse and holding it wide open to receive a refreshing blast of air.
Helen couldn't help noticing that Gail wasn't wearing a bra. But then, the slender redhead had a perfect shape for going braless. Her lithe model's figure was in sharp contrast to Helen's voluptuousness, and her short, immaculately curled red hair enhanced her attractive, high-cheeked face. She could have come straight from the cover of a woman's magazine.
But Gail's slimness didn't stop her from curving in all the right places. Her small tits stood out like two firm cones, tipped by the darkest pair of pointed nipples Helen had ever seen. They spiked out sharply, almost brown in color and stiffening to swollen inch-long peaks under the air conditioner's stream of cool air.
"I'm really glad you decided to come along today," Gail said unexpectedly, catching Helen's exploring gaze. "I hate to go shopping alone, and with Tom gone all the time on business, that's the way it usually ends up. You don't know how nice it is to have company for a change. We really ought to do this more often."
"We'll make a point of it," Helen answered quickly, blushing slightly at being caught staring. In a way, she felt sorry for Gail. Tom Wallace's business trips kept him away from home half the time, occasionally for weeks on end. In a sense, that was probably worse then being widowed. At least Helen had grown used to being lonely-well, almost.
But for Gail, it had to be even harder. She got a taste of being both wife and widow, and between Tom's constant comings and goings, she hardly had time to get used to being one before she became the other.
Welling with sympathy, Helen blurted her thoughts. "Why don't you come and stay with us while Tom's dashing off on these trips of his? I'm sure the kids wouldn't mind a little extra company, and believe me, I could use someone to talk to now and then. It might be fun having another woman around the house for a change."
Gail smiled at the offer, obviously pleased. "Well ... it might be fun at that. It does get awfully lonesome around this big house when he's gone. Let me think about it, all right?"
Her expression had turned thoughtful, her gaze probing Helen's in a strange studious way that made Helen blush unaccountably.
"And while I'm considering that generous proposal, why don't we really cool off? When it gets really hot like this, Tom and I have a special way to relax each other. Have you ever had an ice bath?"
"Ice bath?" The question took Helen by surprise, and her eyebrows rose at the wild image of herself sitting plopped in a tubful of ice cubes.
Gail laughed at the look on her face. "I know what you're thinking, and it isn't that bad at all. In fact, I think you might enjoy it. Why don't we? Come on, it'll be fun. And I guarantee that you'll feel more refreshed than ever!"
"I don't really think-" Helen started to beg off, but before she could Gail swept lightly into the kitchen and out of sight.
Only moments later she returned, her blouse hanging forgotten in loose flaps, with a large bowl of ice cubes in one hand and a dishtowel in the other.
"Now, all we need is a nice comfortable place to lie down, and we can take turns doing each other. I know, let's use the bedroom. Since Tom's gone, I don't think he'll object to my getting other people in his bed!"
Still dubious as to what an ice bath meant, Helen balked. "I'm not really all that hot now, Gail. How about a nice cool drink instead? That would be just as nice, and a little less trouble-"
"Now, don't be a fraidy cat!" Gail teased with a childish, playful pout. "If you've never had an ice bath before, you're in for a treat. It's even better than a massage. You'll find out."
Unable to think of a proper excuse to beg off and admittedly a little curious by now, Helen gave in with a shrug and a smile, following Gail through the house to a plushly decorated bedroom flooded by the afternoon sun.
The moment they were there, Gail set the bowl and towel aside, then began to remove her clothes before her friend's startled gaze. "First we have to get out of these sticky things. Then I'll show you how Tom and I relax each other-well, one way we relax, anyway."
Her blouse slipped to the floor, and she began to wiggle out of her slacks.
Helen hesitated at the idea of stripping off her clothes liere in Gail's bedroom. Somehow, it seemed wicked for two nude women to be running around in a bedroom in the middle of the afternoon. -
However, Gail didn't seem to think a thing of it. The slender redhead had already removed her outer things, and was just shimmying out of her panties as Helen watched. Then, totally nude and smiling, without the slightest embarrassment, she turned to-
face her companion.
"Why, you're not undressed yet! Don't be shy, darling. You're going to enjoy this thoroughly, believe me. There's nothing to hide between us girls, and I can't think of a nicer way to cool off at the moment. Now come on-let's get those things off. Want some help?"
She strode forward, giving Helen a display of a thick thatch of fiery red cunt fur that undulated enticingly with her confident walk. If anything, Gail was more attractive nude than with her clothes on. Her slim figure seemed to radiate pure sexuality, from her small pointed tits to her fleecy red cunt fur. In a vaguely humorous train of thought, Helen decided her friend shouldn't be on the cover of a magazine-she should be a centerfold.
"My, you're dripping almost as much as I am!" Gail's voice tinkled with laughter as she reached for the buttons of Helen's blouse, efficiently plucking them loose before the brunette could protest. "But we'll fix that. Now, turn around so I can do your bra, that's it ..."
Under her deft hands, Helen quickly found herself stripped bare and standing nude, blushing more furiously than ever.
"Oh my," Gail breathed in an admiring tone, unabashedly looking Helen up and down. "You have the most gorgeous body. And those titties! They're superb!"
Suddenly her hands darted out, scooping
Helen's big damp tits and hefting their weightiness as if she were squeezing a pair of melons in a grocery.
"Oh ... oh, my tits'll do, I suppose," Helen chuckled with a mixture of shyness and unexpected delight at being admired. "But they are a little too much of a good thing. I much prefer yours. Your tits are so ... so petite . . . "
"You mean tiny," Gail giggled, giving her friend's tits one last squeeze and then releasing them, "They are that, I admit. And with a pair of good tits like yours, I wouldn't complain a bit."
Pleased at that praise, Helen felt a little more at ease. Her fat pink nipples were hardening under Gail's scrutiny in a way that should have embarrassed her even more, but instead made her smile with pride.
Growing more relaxed by the second, she didn't even mind the itching glow of wicked excitement that started deep in her cunt, moistening it slightly.
"Well, let's get to the good part," Gail went on casually, heading for the bed. "You just lie back and enjoy while I get things started. Then, when you've got the idea, we can switch. All right?"
"I feel so positively wicked." Helen tried to laugh off her unexpected arousal as Gail gently urged her onto her back on the big, soft double bed. "Are you sure this is going to be worth all the trouble?"
"Definitely." Gail's smile was knowing. She went back and retrieved the ice cubes, her small tight ass swaying like a strip-teaser's. Then she returned and settled on her knees beside the bed, deftly wrapping half a dozen of the cubes into the towel and twisting its folds tight to form a makeshift ice pack. "You just relax, and I'll make you cooler than you would have thought possible. That's right, just lie back and let me do all the work ..."
She began to stroke the ice-filled towel over Helen's body, and Helen responded with a shivering sigh as its coolness instantly began to spread over her.
"Umm, that does feel good ..."
"Of course it does," Gail said soothingly, gliding the towel over the woman's bare shoulders and neck. "Before I'm finished, you'll be as hooked on ice baths as I am. Now this is more fun than taking an ordinary old shower, isn't it?"
Helen purred agreement, smiling because her showers hadn't been all that ordinary lately. However, the ice bath did feel good. The packed ice made her sweaty skin goose-pimple, and almost instantly, she was lulled with sleepy pleasure, groaning delightedly.
"Ahh.
"Now you're loosening up," Gail said, licking her lips. Taking care not to miss a single square inch of flesh, she eased the towel down until it was sliding in circular motions around Helen's big soft tits, teasingly spiraling around and between them.
"So lovely," Gail uttered in a husky tone that Helen sensed without understanding. "I just can't get over what beautiful big tits you have, darling. Your tits look so precious and sweet, I'll bet the men go crazy over them!"
"Umm," Helen answered vaguely, enjoying her first ice bath too much to spoil it with a lot of false modesty. "My tits'Il have to do, I guess. But . . . but they are a bit oversensitive. Just anything can make them react-see?"
Her explanation came out hurriedly as she felt her nipples stretch out thick and hard in response to the tantalizing rubdown. The itch in her pussy had grown to a lush heat by now, but she no longer felt any embarrassment at all. After all, they weren't doing anything wrong, were they? What was wrong with enjoying this new sensation to the fullest? It wasn't as if anything was going to happen . . .
At that moment, Gail moved the towel across one yielding tit mound, her fingertips sliding over its smooth fullness as the cloth brushed a taut spired nipple.
"Ahh!"
Helen's shoulder arched automatically, and Gail gave a throaty laugh at her reaction. "I see what you mean. But that's one of the best parts of relaxing-all you have to do is let yourself go and have fun. It feels good, doesn't it?"
Groaning, Helen had to agree. If anything, it felt too good. Her nipple popped up stiff, aching hotly as the towel rubbed back and forth over it, working it to a straining peak.
Satisfied at that response, Gail slipped over to Helen's other tit and gave it the same treatment, then crossed from one tit to the other until she had her friend practically squirming with enjoyment.
"This is what I always like the best," she said, feasting her gaze on her friend's big fat nipples. "I love having my tits massaged. Sometimes, when Tom does it just right, it makes me so horny I can't stand it! Then I make him suck my titties to ease the ache a bit. Doesn't it affect you that way too?"
It did, though Helen hesitated to admit it. By this time, the ice had begun to melt, leaving beads of cold wetness across her bumpy nipples. The expertly-guided towel had both her nipples throbbing with arousal, and she couldn't resist admitting the truth.
"My God, does it ever! I just can*t help it ... it feels so nice ..."
"Then maybe I can help."
Gail had been waiting for the right moment, her fiery-fringed cunt worked into a juicy lather at Helen's groaning pleasure. Now she went on without pause, not giving her friend time to think.
"After all, I'm the one who started this. And I want you to enjoy this every bit as much as I always do, so I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I just . . . just enough to make you feel good . . . mmmm ..."
She sank down* her full lips parted, and fastened her mouth on one ripe hard nipple.
"Annh!"
Surprised by the sudden action, Helen released a sound between a moan and a shocked gasp. This was going much too far, and even through her pleasant daze, she knew it. Her hands flew up, fingers tangling in Gail's clipped red curls.
But somehow, she couldn't push the redhead away. Gail's mouth sucked urgently on her captive nipple, lapping and torturing her aching tit-bud with an expertise that had her cunt frothing like a burst dam. Blasts of pussy-cream' soaked her pussy, and almost without realizing it, she was clutching at Gail's head, mashing her tit against her face, and whimpering sensuously.
"Uhh . . . darling, that-that feels so ... oh lover, suck my tit more. Suck-suck my tit, oh, baby ..."
Gail licked off the icy, beaded water streaks, sucking ferociously on Helen's huge, upright nipple. Then her mouth moved across to the woman's other tit and paid it equal attention, making both tits slick with saliva.
Then, just when Helen thought she was going to explode with a naughty climax, Gail pulled back and returned to rubbing her down as if nothing at all had happened; only their mutual heavy breathing displayed that the two women were now fully aroused.
"Muh-My goodness, that was every bit as sweet as I thought it would be!" the redhead gasped, running the ice-filled towel down across Helen's flat stomach and shifting her position to the foot of the bed. "I told you this would be fun, and we've only just started. The best is yet to come, darling-and I do mean come."
If Helen had had any intention of putting a halt to what was happening, that urge was swept away in a fresh surge of juicy need as the ice pack traveled over her glossy mound of cunt fur and dipped down to the closed juncture of her inner thighs.
"Now we're getting to the best part," Gail explained, her voice filled with greedy hunger as she eased Helen's legs apart. "There's no need to be shy by this time, dear. We girls don't have anything to hide. Now spread your legs wide open and let me finish up! Ann, that's just right ..."
Helen couldn't help herself. As if by magic, her thighs opened up under Gail's fingers, totally exposing her slick creamy cunt to the redhead's stare. "Is ... is this better?"
"Um, you know it is." Gail gazed at Helen's pussy spread before her, her furry cunt fringe wet and matted and her pink, puffy cuntlips flaring out. "You have such a lovely cunt, I could spend all day just admiring it like this. But we have other things to do, don't we? Let's see how you like this."
She slid the cold towel over Helen's gaping moist cunt-mouth, and the woman cried out, startled. She clamped her legs shut immediately.
Gail laughed. "That woke you up, didn't it?"
"You . . . you bitch!" Helen gasped without real anger. "You purposely wanted to do that! Just for that trick, maybe I shouldn't let you massage me anymore! And . . . and maybe I won't massage you, either!"
"Oh, don't worry," the redhead said, her smile widening. "You'll let me finish, all right. And just to prove I don't intend any more mischief, I won't even need the ice. Fair enough?"
She set the pack down and slid her hands between Helen's clamped thighs, forcing them apart once more. Her face moved up into the opening that formed, and Helen knew what was going to happen now.
Even worse-she wanted it to happen.
"All right, but no more tricks." She pTetended to give in and opened her legs wide once more. "And if you really want to prove yourself, how about a little more of that nice massaging? The kind you do with your mouth."
"Just what I had in mind," Gail muttered, easing onto the bed until her face was inches from Helen's soaked cunt. "Oh yes, just the very thing I had in mind . . . ummm ..."
Her tongue lashed out, plowing between the brunette's cuntlips and stabbing into her churn-
ing fuck-hole, then flicking out long enough to work her taut jutting clit before lunging back in again.
"Uhhhhmmmm . . . "
Helen grabbed her friend's head once more, pumping her cunt up to Gail's mouth and sobbing in pure pleasure.
Gail was a true expert at eating a woman's cunt, as she quickly proved. Alternating between stroking Helen's fat clit and drilling her tongue into her furry cunt with prick-like stabs, she soon had her friend crying out and swelling to climax.
"Yes! That's it, eat my cunt you bitch! Eat my pussy! Oh God, Gail! Tongue-fuck me like that- faster, baby, faster! More, more!"
"Mmmuuurnmm ..."
The redhead slurped and tongued Helen's sweet creamy pussy with unleashed hunger. Her own cunt was burning for attention, but she wanted to make absolutely sure she had Helen in the proper frame of mind first. She lapped and sheathed her tongue in the brunette's melting cunt as if it were a fucking cock. Then she drew it out and went to work on her clit as well.
"Uhhhh!" Helen wailed, writhing up. "Suck my clitty, damn you! Suck my clit good and tongue-fuck my pussy harder! Yes-oh, lover, that's perfect! Make me come-come, baby, coorame!" Her last words rose to a shriek as the first explosions of orgasm tore through her cunt.
Gail's tongue rammed into her pussy with hungry lunges, collecting each flow of cunt juice and stabbing deep for more. Cupping her friend's surging ass in her hands, the redhead gobbled with panting sobs of her own, hunching and climaxing on the bed in sympathetic unison.
Helen had never felt anything like the orgasm that ripped through her cunt now. She'd never had her pussy eaten by another woman before-hadn't even seriously considered the possibility. Now she was discovering that it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, cuntsucking was just the way for two lonely, horny women to spend the afternoon! She exploded again and again in frenzied joy, plunging and shoving her cunt into Gail's face as the orgasmic explosions built into one last, final burst to total oblivion.
She came frenziedly, as if the peaks of ecstasy would never end.
However, after what seemed a blissful eternity, they did.
At last Gail rose, licking at the slick layer of cunt juice on her lips and chin. "Oh, honey-that was good! But we've only just got started. Now I'm going to fuck you a little more in my own way, just to keep you warmed up. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Ah ... ahh ..."
Moving quickly, Gail climbed around on the bed and sprawled in a mirror-image of Helen's position, her tapered legs tangling with the brunette's outflung legs and her fiery wet cunt grinding against the other woman's brown-furred pussy.
"This is how women fuck," she explained hoarsely, meshing their bodies together. "I'm going to show you just how to do it. Then we can fuck each other. You'll enjoy that, won't you?"
Using her hands to position Helen's limp, complying legs, she worked herself forward. Cunt mashed against cunt with a wet squishing sound, and clit dug against clit as the redhead began to undulate in a snake-like fucking motion.
Instantly, Helen gasped with new fervor, clutching at Gail's thighs and heaving her own pussy down in rhythmic response. Her glazed, lust-filled gaze caught sight of their pussies churning together, brunette cunt curls mingling with sopping red cunt fur in a slurping cunt kiss that quickly grew even wetter as they groaned and thrashed together.
"Oh, darling-that's just right!" Gail cried as she fucked with increasing friction, grabbing up the cold sopping dishtowel and rubbing it hard against her small spiked tits. "Your clitty feels just like a little cock-annh-that's it! Fuck me nice, darling, and I'll fuck you-ew-w-w-w ..."
The redhead's clit felt enormous pushing against
Helen's fat hooded clit, and within moments, they were sobbing and ramming pussies together violently, hunching each other to climax.
Gail was the first to come, in a screaming surge of rapture.
"Fucking! We're fucking-oh yes! Your sweet cunt-it's fucking my pussy right off! Faster now! Dig your clit into me faster! More, lover, more, more! Ahhhh!"
Pumping frantically, Gail climaxed again and again in abandoned gyrations that quickly had Helen wrenching in orgasm as well.
"Uuuuhhh-"
They came in perfect unison, twisting and thrusting with their legs entwined and their pussies melting together in floods of unending cunt-cream.
At last, absolutely satisfied, Gail slumped, twitching spasmodically. "Ahhh, lover, that was fantastic! It was the best fucking I've had in so-o-o long ..."
Totally caught up in the most unusual fucking she'd ever had in her life, Helen giggled. Suddenly she couldn't resist the impulse to repay her friend's favor. "If you think that was good, just wait. It ... it's my turn now!"
Even as the words came out, Helen was twisting around to confront Gail's drooling, wide-open cunt. Her pussy glistened slickly, her smooth cunt-lips flared out and her clit-button jutted as big and fat as a hard nipple. And all was encased in a halo of red, matted cunt curls. Still swelling in the waves of bliss that had her groaning, Helen couldn't imagine a more beautiful cunt. She dived into it, her tongue lashing.
"Ahhhmmm!'*
"Fffummm . . ."
Gail's cry mingled with Helen's gasps as she plunged her hungry tongue into her friend's juicy pink cunt, tasting another woman's pussy for the first time in her life. She slurped and sucked, lapping the flood of cunt juice that poured from Gail's pussy.
"Yes lover," Gail moaned. "Oh, please fuck me good. Make me come until I can't stand it-yesss- oh, fucking sweet baby, yes!'*
Though she had absolutely no experience at eating a woman's cunt, Helen knew what she liked herself. She sucked on Gail's rigid clit, nibbling it with her teeth and torturing it with her tongue until the woman was practically screaming with bliss. Then she drove her tongue into her delectable cunt, working it with frantic strokes while her fingers slid down to her own pussy, dipping into its lathered recess and burying themselves into her fuck-hole.
Already built up to climactic pitch, both women were quickly wailing and heaving with fresh orgasms. Gail screamed, and her body arched like a taut bowstring as shudders of sheer unleashed ecstasy ripped through her.
"Eat me! Fucking cunt, fuck my pussy! Fuck-
fuck-fuck meeeeee!"
With three fingers sheathed in her cunt, Helen came as well. For a moment that seemed like an eternity of oblivion, they surged and cried out in muffled joy, until the last twinges of pleasure had subsided.
At last, worn out and happily drained, Helen managed a weak laugh. "My God, what a way to relax!"
Gail joined her laughter, scooting around to cling to the brunette. "I . . . ahhm-I told you it would be fun. And it was, lover. Even better than I'd expected . . . mmmm . . ."
Her mouth came down on Helen's and their wet faces pressed together, tongues clashing.
Finally, Helen pulled away, reaching for her clothes. "I'd better get home and see to the kids before I end up spending the rest of the day in bed!"
She rose and dressed, this time delighting in Gail's devouring gaze.
Then, fully clothed and ready to leave, she turned back with a smile. "That was-umm-one of the most interesting shopping trips I've ever had, Gail. We really must do it again some time."
Gail stretched luxuriously, showing off her lithe model's body in a way that had Helen's pussy aching all over again. "Don't worry, lover. Now that we know what we're both really interested in, we will. You can count on it."
CHAPTER SIX
"Janie, would you mind stepping back here a moment?"
"Okay, Mr. Palmer."
Locking her cash register, Janie slipped around the counter and headed for the back storeroom where her boss was finishing the day's paperwork. It was almost closing time, and not a single customer was around as she poked her head through the doorway to see her boss seated at his desk, filling out figures on a tally sheet.
"Do you need something, Mr. Palmer?" she asked.
Hal Palmer looked up at her and grinned, leaning back in his old swivel chair. "As a matter of fact I do-customers. Lots and lots of customers. But since we seem to be a little short on them today, how would you like to get off early?"
Janie's smile broadened at that. "I sure would."
Mr. Palmer laughed. A good-looking man in his early forties, tall and athletic with just a hint of paunch showing, he ran his gaze up and down her body in a familiar way she'd come to expect in the two weeks she'd been working for him. Hal Palmer was divorced and was always stealing horny looks at her when he got the chance. She didn't mind that, though. She liked being admired, and after the morning's fuck session with Clay, she especial-
ly enjoyed his brief speculative stare as he licked his lips and went on.
"All right, then. I've got just one more small job for you, and then we'll call it a day." He leaned forward once more and handed her a clipboard. Can you get me a count on those damaged cans that came in this morning? I need to write them off for inventory."
"All right, Mr. Palmer." She bounced across the storeroom, the clipboard swinging under one arm, then came to a confused halt. "Where are they?"
"Hm?" He glanced back with a perfectly innocent expression, but she didn't miss the veiled gleam in his eyes. "Oh, they must've got stuck behind those crates. Reach them the best you can, okay?"
Janie located the small box of damaged canned goods behind a large wooden crate, and there was no way she could count them without leaning far forward. It wasn't hard to recognize that Mr. Palmer had put them there on purpose, and she instinctively knew why: he'd wanted to get a peek up her skirt.
That realization didn't bother her nearly the way it would have just a few days ago. In fact, she felt a little burst of glowing pleasure and could hardly hide her smile as she took the clipboard firmly in hand and bent to count the cans.
Behind her, Hal hissed in a small breath as she leaned over, letting her short dress ride up to expose her creamy, slender thighs.
"Are these the ones you meant?" she asked innocently, stretching on her toes and bending farther.
"Yeah." His voice came out gritty, and she almost giggled at the effect she knew she was having. "Yeah, that's right. And take your time while you're at it. I need an accurate count, so we don't want to make mistakes, do we?"
"Oh, we wouldn't want that."
Enjoying herself thoroughly, Janie leaned over even more.
"Jesus." Hal grunted under his breath as her dress slithered up enticingly to display a flash of pink, translucent panties and the first jutting undercurve of her taut asscheeks. His prick leaped erect in his slacks, just as it often did when he let his mind wander to lust-filled thoughts of his new employee. Christ, the kid didn't know what she was doing to him! She squirmed, wiggling across the crate to reach the cans better. In the process, the hem of her dress worked up another couple of inches, showing off all of her plump ass globes, clad only in sheer panties that didn't even begin to hide the sharp cleavage between them.
Hal was a man who liked to look. Ever since his divorce, he enjoyed fantastizing about women customers and the girls who worked for him. But now, with her sweet young ass rippling before him, he couldn't resist at least making a closer examination.
Unable to endure the display as he'd intended, he rose and came up behind her. "Need any help?"
Janie almost laughed out loud at the hoarseness of his voice as he stood staring down at her barely clad ass. She was obviously turning Mr. Palmer on, and it was even more fun than she'd thought it would be. A warm glow had begun in her cunt, and instead of laughing, she stretched even farther, so that her toes barely touched the floor.
"I don't think so. I can just barely reach them- if I can keep from falling in, that is!"
Hal gave a gruff chuckle, his tone" a bit cracked as he gazed down at her rounded ass as it wiggled beneath him. "Well, we certainly don't want that to happen, do we? Here, let me balance you."
Suddenly his big hands dropped, coming to rest on the pliant cheeks of her silk-sheathed ass.
The unexpected feel of his hands on her ass made Janie gasp. "Mr. Palmer! I, I don't think you're going to help my concentration very much like that!"
"In that case, you'll have to be extra careful," Hal muttered with a slightly choked laugh, palming her little ass and massaging its smoothness in his fingers. "It'll just take a little longer, that's all. I don't mind. Do you?"
"N-No," she managed, feeling her cunt burn and itch at his kneading hands. Until the other day, even the thought of having a man touch her so intimately would've frightened her to tears. But now, after discovering so much about fucking with Clay, she wasn't scared a bit. Instead, her ass began to move, throbbing with little spasms of pleasure as she pushed it up for more attention. "I. . . I guess it'll be all right this time. Thanks for the helping hand."
This time, her voice came out in a cry of total surprise.
Without warning, Hal's fingers slid up and grabbed the elastic band of her panties, jerking them down.
The abrupt action caught Janie totally off guard, and she reacted with a small surge of fear. "What're you doing? I didn't think that was the kind of help you meant-please-"
With her feet barely touching the floor, Janie dropped the clipboard and feebly clutched at her panties with both hands, but it was already too late.
Hal tore the flimsy material away, ignoring her plea. The panties slipped to the floor, their crotch sticky with cunt juice. Then her ass was completely bared, squirming frantically as Mr. Palmer's hands came down once more and pinned her to the crate.
"Ohhhh ..."
With a mixture of excitement and fear, Janie groaned, no longer trying uselessly to cover her naked ass with her hands.
"Christ!" the man hissed, feasting on her luscious asscheeks as his last vestige of self-restraint vanished. "Oh, Jesus Christ! You've got the most gorgeous little ass in town! I knew your ass would be good, but this-it's good enough to eat! Oh yeah, good enough to ... yeah . . ."
His cock jerking and throbbing with need, Hal bent behind the writhing girl and put his words to action.
Janie felt the first stroke of her boss's wet rough tongue sliding along her taut ass mound, and her cunt exploded with sudden horny sensation. "Oh, you're-you're licking my ass! Mr. Palmer, that- please ... oh it feels good! Don't-don't- ahhhh . . ."
Now her writhing changed. She no longer sought escape, but bounced up for Hal's tongue as it glided across both asscheeks, making them all slick and hot with saliva. Her pleas turned info purrs of pleasure. She gasped with delight when his tongue dipped into her tight ass crack and located her pink asshole.
"Ummm ..." Hal groaned as he acted out one of his favorite fantasies. It was obvious by this time that the teenager didn't mind this kind of treatment one bit. In fact, as he lapped and dug his tongue into her slick little ass channel, her cries changed completely, urging him on.
"Oh Mr. Palmer, that feels so-ohhhh, nice! Eat my asshole good, lick it all over and stick your tongue in me! Ahhh, that's it! Yes, yes!"
Now her hands, which had been fluttering uselessly at her sides, came up and spread her ass-cheeks wide as Hal buried his face between them. He could hardly believe that what had started as a childish prank to see up his employee's dress had now blossomed into some real action. He enjoyed her puckered little asshole beneath his mouth thoroughly. His lips made smacking wet sounds as he worked his tongue-tip in and out of her small ass chute, reaming it and digging deeper.
"Ahhhhh!"
Janie had never felt anything like it before. Clay had eaten her cunt out with complete abandon, but he'd never sucked her ass! Her pussy burst with fuck juices, and before she knew it, she was stretching her asscheeks as far apart as they would go and hunching up for more of her boss's tongue.
"Eat meLEat my ass, Mr. Palmer. Oh fuck, that feels great! Stick your tongue all the way in my ass. I want to feel it in my asshole-yeahhh!"
"Mrnmuuufff-"
Hal did just that, shoving his fat slippery probe up her clenched asshole until it was as far inside as he could get it. Then he began to work it around, forcing her ass muscles to ease their grip.
Janie learned quickly, discovering that by alternately loosening and squeezing her ass entrance she could let his tongue slide in and out just like a soft, wormy prick.
"Fuck me!" she wailed, overwhelmed by this new sensation, "Fuck me with your tongue! Slide it in and out of my ass just like a cock and fu-uhhh, that's right! You're fucking me! Oh, Mr. Palmer, fuck me good! Good, good!'*
If he could have, Hal would've grinned. He jammed his tongue in and out of her asshole, stabbing it deep up her slick ass chute to feel her ass muscles clench briefly on its big probing length, then pulling it back to stab again.
Before long, Janie was sobbing deliriously, pushing her ass against his face and shuddering with tremors of joy. "Fuck my shithole! Fuck it! Oh fucking piss, that feels good! Fuck me in my ass!"
Hal waited until he had the girl hotter than a firecracker, then made his next move. Without missing a stroke, he slid his tongue from her ass and rammed it full-length up her pink, glistening pussy.
"Annnh!"
Janie shrieked blissfully, climaxing with the very first jabs of her boss's tongue in her horny, soaked cunt.
Hal had timed his move perfectly. She wailed and thrashed up to his tongue with an intensity that ground her cunt into his face in a wet frenzy, making raw pussy burns where her matted cunt fur scratched his jaws. At the moment, he couldn't have cared less. His full attention was riveted on the first piece of ass he'd eaten in a long time. The girl's cunt was juicy! He'd swallowed what seemed like gallons of pussy-cream, and it was still pouring, flooding over his driving tongue and gushing down his throat in showers. The sweet pussy nectar urged him to an even more furious fucking pace, and his tongue gouged faster and harder than ever in her pussy.
"Gaaannhh!"
Jariie cried out again and again, exploding in a wonderful climax. Then, just when the final peaks had torn through her, she felt Mr. Palmer's tongue slip reluctantly from her cunt.
"Aaahhh ..." She slumped in a happy heap on the hard wood crate, her ass still twitching and trembling as Hal rose.
"There. Now you can't say I don't give my employees a helping hand when they need it ... and a helping mouth as well."
"Uhhhmmm," Janie smiled with puffy lips. She rolled luxuriously onto her back to face him, her legs flopping and her dress hiked up to carelessly expose her cream-drenched pussy. "You . . . you sure did that, all right! And it was a great big help..."
Then she saw the enormous bulge in her boss's slacks, and her sleepy smile turned impish.
"Speaking of big helps, Mr. Palmer ... is there anything I can help with?"
Hal grinned, reaching to unfasten his trousers at that open invitation. "As a matter of fact, that's just what I had in mind myself. Sure you don't mind getting some fringe benefits?"
Before Janie's glazed stare, he pushed the slacks down to his knees, and her cunt exploded all over again as his thick bobbing prick and huge hairy balls popped into sight.
"Oh wow," she gasped, this time doing all the admiring herself. "I don't mind a bit! Just hurry!"
Hal's eyebrows arched with surprise at her unexpected eagerness. Then he laughed, moving between her outflung legs. "Well then, we'll do just that. Never let it be said I kept one of my employees waiting for what was coming to her!"
Though not quite as long as Clay's scrumptious cock, Mr. Palmer's prick was much thicker and loomed up with a fat knobbed head that looked almost as big as her fist. Janie creamed in anticipation as he grasped her limp legs and pulled them farther apart, then eased his huge cock-knob up against her slippery pussy-slot.
"Oh yeah," she panted, leaking fresh cunt juice over his smooth, purple prick-tip as it lodged teas-ingly at her cunt entrance. "I want your cock in me, Mr. Palmer! Fuck me nice and hard with your big prick. Fuck the piss right out of me! Hurry, do it now! Oh, I*ve got to have your cock-give it to me! Ple-e-e-ease!"
"Yeah," he grunted, satisfied as she wiggled and tried to lurch up to take his swollen prick-shaft.
"That's just what I was waiting for, honey. You're going to get my cock, all right-starting now!" "Gaaaah!"
His huge bloated cock speared deep into her cunt,and she screamed as her legs automatically whipped around his waist in response and drew him in deeper. "Yesss, baby, yes!"
Grunting in reply, he began to piston his cock-meat into her with a pounding ferocity that made the whole crate shake. From his standing position, Hal was able to drive his cock deeper in her vise-like cunt than she'd yet had, and for an instant of startled intoxication, she thought his giant prick was going to go all the way through her.
Then he began to pump, slowly at first, and then faster. His thick prick tore her resilient cuntlips apart with wrenching jabs that hurt in a wonderful way. But her tender pussy quickly got used to his big cock, and soon she was begging for more.
"Fuck me!" she cried shrilly, heedless of the rough wood that scraped against her bouncing ass. "Fuck my cunt, you fucker! Fuck my pussy hard, oh fucking shit piss cock, I'm coming! Make me come, Mr. Palmer, harder, harder, fuck meeee!" Gasping with exertion and slamming his prick into the wrenching teenager with all his strength, Hal couldn't help but marvel at her youthful expertise. When he'd hired her, he'd expected her to be just like all the other prick-teasing high school girls who worked for him. He certainly hadn't expected to be confronted by a cock-hungry sobbing young woman who lunged up on his cock meat as if it were the only thing she wanted in the whole world-which, at the moment, was exactly right.
No longer bothered by the least twinge of guilt or hesitation, he rammed his cock-meat to her harder than ever as his load of cum boiled up in his balls for release.
"Come!" she wailed, lurching up for each violent fuck thrust. "Make me come-faster, baby faster, tha- that's it! Yes I'm coming! Come come!
"Unnh!"
Hal groaned as his cock rippled and blasted out the first spurt of jism into the girl's tight pussy. Her ass bucked off the crate, her cuntlips closing on his surging prick, like a sucking mouth as she screamed ecstatically, taking each fresh blast of jizz.
' * Aaaah-aaaah-aaaah-"
His prick seemed to erupt in an endless series of jolts, draining every drop of jizz from his slapping balls. He released a long drawn-out moan of completion as her slender legs clamped about his waist in a vise, clutching him to her until the last tremors of climax had been ripped from them both.
Then, her cunt full of cock juice and wilting in" an utter haze of fulfillment, Janie collapsed. Her legs dangled lifelessly, and she cooed with joy.
"Ohhhhaaahhhmmm ..."
Gasping for breath, Hal pulled his prick from her cunt and stood back with a forced, weary laugh. "Jee-sus Christ! I never expected to find a pussy like that in these parts! You sucked my prick dry with that cunt of yours, baby. How do you like my prick in that terrific little cunt of yours?"
"Uhhmm, gooooood ..."
To his amazement, Jartie slipped her hands down to her juice-streaked pussy and began to finger her cunt, collecting the globs of cock-cream that seeped from her fuck-hole and pushing them in with small fucking motions.
"Oh shit," he marveled as she began to finger-fuck herself. "I was hoping for a little fun, but this . . . you're one horny little bitch, aren't you?"
Janie giggled rapturously, twitching up on her fingers. "You-ahh!-you bet I am! I could fuck all day . . . ummm . . ."
Overcoming his astonishment, Hal laughed. "It looks like I may have gotten into more than I can handle. But it might be fun finding out. Come here, bitch. If one taste of cock wasn't enough for you, maybe this'U do."
Abruptly, he grabbed Janie's legs and pulled her to him. She tumbled off the crate and slipped to her knees, her fingers still wedged in her cunt, sliding in and out frantically.
"Lick my cock clean, baby. Lick all my jizz up so we can start again, and then I'll give you as much cock as you'll ever want. Suck my cock, honey. Yeah."
Her hips undulating as she continued to finger-fuck her cunt, she immediately began to lick the juices off her boss's prick. Her small tongue darted, lapping up the film of cunt-cream and jism that layered his thick, soft cock. She ate all his cum up, then leaned down to take care of his balls as well. His balls were much bigger than Clay's-too big to take in her mouth. But she paid them close attention, sucking and licking their hairy sac until it was shining wet.
All the while, her fingers were rubbing her cunt and clit furiously. They pumped in and out of her pussy, lathering it into rising climax as she gobbled on his prick.
Mr. Palmer's cock began growing again, blooming into hardness once more against the girl's hot mouth. Delighted, he watched her slurp his cock and groan deep in her throat, her grdans rising to cries as she climaxed on her hands.
Hal suddenly stooped and pulled Janie up. "Now, you sweet little bitch. I'm going to give you some prick you'll never forget. I've been aching to do this for a long time . . . just bend right over . . . yeah, that's it..."
Wilting obligingly onto the crate once more, Janie found herself bent in the very position that had started the whole episode. Her ass, now bare and reddened with scratches from the wood, jutted out slick and wet against her boss's groping hands as he shoved her legs apart and moved between them. Her fingers still wedged in her pussy, she didn't at first understand what he had in mind.
Then she felt his inflamed cock-tip nudge harshly against the pitted entrance of her ass and realized the truth.
"Ohh-oh Mr. Palmer, you're not ... not going to really-ahhh . . . fuck my asshole!"
"I'm not, eh?" Hal's tone was light as he pried the teenager's asscheeks open to get a good long look at her pink, cum-slickened asshole. "Well, you'll find out soon enough. Just keep fingering your cunt like that, and I'll fuck you like you never had it before. And we'll get started right now!"
He moved in, placing the knob of his stiff prick against her slippery fuck-hole and pushed hard.
"Uhhhh!" Janie squealed with pain as his big cock-head shoved its way past her tightened ass muscles and began to sink deeper. She tried helplessly to wiggle away, but his weight held her pinned.
"That's right, open up your asshole to make it nice and easy," he rasped as she obliged, easing her tensed asshole and letting him slip another inch of cock in her. "Yeah, now we're getting somewhere. How does my big cock feel, precious?"
"Unnh-"
Mr. Palmer worked his prick in her ass channel until nearly half its length had disappeared up her tight ass chute. Her fingers, wedged in her sopping pussy by his weight, resumed their rubbing. She'd never experienced such a mixture of pain and joy before, and she couldn't stop the violent ass-fuck, anyway. Hal eased his prick out of her damp asshole a bit, then shoved it back in. He was fucking her! He was actually fucking her in the ass!
"Uhhff-oh God, it's killing me! You're splitting me apart! Please, Mr. Palmer! Don't-ahhh-nnn, don't . . . gaaahhh ..."
Hal had no intention of stopping now. He could feel her ass quaking under his hands, and it was from more than just the agony of his cock spearing her asshole. She was finger-fucking herself like crazy, moaning and whimpering and jamming her cute round asshole Onto his prick with increasing fervor. He wasn't about to be fooled by any whining pleas now.
"Now you're getting the hang of it," he rasped. "Just give that pussy of yours a real fingering, and before you know it, you'll be hollering for my prick in your ass. Isn't that right? Tell me, cunt!"
"Yes!" The scream tore from Janie's lips as she reeled back on his pumping cock. "Yes, you bastard! Fuck my ass! Fuck your cock into me-all your fat cock! I want it up my shithole!"
Her wails grew louder with each thrust of Hal's cock, rising into shrill screams when the entire length of his cock-meat was buried and digging in and out of her ass with fast, hungry strokes.
It was more than Janie could stand. Suddenly she was twisting wildly, exploding in an orgasm of mingled hurt and bliss that wrenched her body. She arched with cat-like motions, impaling her tortured asshole on his cock again and again as her three fingers plowed up her pussy.
Hal couldn't withstand that kind of uninhibited action for long. Even after having his balls totally drained of cum just moments ago, he was ready to blast his jizz again. With a last lunge that shoved his cock to the hilt inside her ass, he shot his wad.
"Ahhhh-"
"Ggguhhhnnn ..."
Jism geysered in burning streams up Janie's ass, and she squawked as his prick surged, pumping load after load of cum up her sore asshole.
"Oh fucking shit! That's good!" Hal moaned as the last of his cock-cream spurted into the girl's small sucking shitter. Empty and red with use, his cock slowly plopped free, allowing a splatter of hot cock juice to stream down over her cunt and along her trembling thighs.
"Well . . ." he said huskily, hiking up his trousers at last and putting his used prick back in. "That was the best piece of ass yet. Christ, you've got an ass to match that pussy!"
Janie lay for a long moment shuddering and fondling her heated cunt. Then she reluctantly withdrew her slick fingers and straightened up. She hastily retrieved her panties and shoved them into a pocket, then hurried for the door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
By the time she arrived home early that evening, Helen was worn out from her exertions with Gail. She fixed the kids a quick supper and wasn't even very upset to discover that Clay had invited his best friend Joel over to spend the night. At least with another boy in the house to occupy her son, she could get a little much needed rest!
The kids seemed unusually tired as well. Janie hardly spoke a word all through supper and went to bed early, right in the middle of one of her favorite T.V. programs.
Finally, too weary to spend the whole evening watching television and putting up a pretense at hospitality, Helen excused herself and left the boys downstairs. She went up to shower, but on impulse, took a long relaxing bath instead* just soaking in the tub and letting all the kinks and tightness of the day's activities drain out of her.
Then, slipping across the hall and shutting her bedroom door to the dim sound of the boys' voices and the blare of the T.V., she slid into bed without bothering to slip on a nightgown.
But the extra-long bath had done its job too well. Helen found herself wide awake and thinking about Clay's cock, wishing she had him with her now to put his marvelous prick into her cunt so they could fuck and fuck and-
With a groan, she tried to push those thoughts aside, feeling her cunt moisten treacherously. It wasn't going to help thinking about his cock now. Maybe tomorrow, if they could steal a few minutes alone together ...
She was just drowsing off, when the doorknob jiggled slightly, and two voices hissed to each other out in the hall.
"What if she catches us?"
That was Joel's whisper, hoarse and frightened.
"She won't," Clay answered in a low tone. "Unless you wake her, that is. Come on."
At first, Helen didn't comprehend what was happening. Half-asleep, she puzzled over what she had heard.
Then her bedroom door eased open, and the two boys slipped inside.
She clearly heard the rustle of their movements, and a mixture of suspicion and curiosity cut through her sleepy haze. What was Clay doing? Why had he brought his friend into her room, and why were they skulking toward her so quietly? He didn't actually intend to do anything with Joel in the room ... did he?
More curious than anything else, she instinctively feigned sleep as the two boys crept nearer.
A moment later, one of them was standing over her, his warm breath floating across her face. There was a faint click, andj the sudden soft glow of the bedside night lamp sho'ne against her eyelids.
Clay had switched it on. Now he stood motionless by the bed, watching for a sign that his mother might be waking up.
Something made Helen remain perfectly still, not daring to move.
At last, satisfied, he turned to a fearful-eyed Joel and whispered again. "It's okay. She's still asleep. Come here."
"Christ," his friend muttered, moving forward as if against his will. "If we get caught, my folks'll kill me! This is crazy, Clay. Let's get out while we can."
But Clay had no intention of leaving this soon. His answer was low and determined. "You wanted to see, didn't you? Okay, then, I'm going to show you. We'll get one good look, and then we can go."
At that moment, Helen almost gave herself away, wanting to let her eyes fly wide-open in sudden realization that what her son was doing. He was showing her off to his friend!
Somehow she kept from stirring. Not even when she felt the delicate pressure of Clay's fingers as they grasped the edge of the single sheet covering her and began to ease it down.
Lying sprawled on her side, she felt the sheet slide down beneath her outflung arm, inching its way across her bare skin. Now she wished she'd taken the time to put on a nightgown, and with that thought, a further realization struck-the boys were about to see everything they'd bargained for unless she put a stop to it this very instant!
But oddly, she didn't feel the slightest desire to catch at the sheet as it slithered away. Instead, a mischievous new arousal crept through her. After all the trouble they were going to-sneaking like a pair of thieves into her room just to steal a peek-she didn't have the heart to smash then-hopes now. And it really wouldn't hurt to give them just a small treat before she broke the party up, would it?
She lay absolutely still as the sheet slipped farther, exposing the cleavage of her big bare tits.
She heard a little gasp, and Clay's chuckle. "Well? You still want to leave?"
"Uh-uh." Joel's answer was husky. He moved to get a better look, his gaze fastened on the tantalizing upcurve of Mrs. Grant's bounteous tits. The border of the sheet rested lightly over her tits, and he strained forward.
Grinning, Clay gave the sheet a tug.
It slipped down to her waist, and Helen's mammoth tits joggled into view.
Each boy caught his breath at the magnificent spectacle of those pale tit-mounds. Pressed between her arms, they jutted out to enormous proportions. The gentle rhythm of her breathing seemed to give them a life of their own, pushing them outward as if they were aching for attention,
"Oh man!" Joel gasped at last, unable to hide his admiration. "Man, you sure weren't lying about your mom's tits. "They're the biggest ever!"
For the second time, Helen nearly gave herself away, wanting to smile at his youthful appreciation. She could hear the pride in Clay's reply.
* 'Her tits are better than any of those stupid pictures we're always looking at. How about a closer look?"
Both boys started to move," and at that point, she decided to add spice to their little game.
With a small sensuous moan, she shifted, freezing them with fear. At last, settling onto her back, she opened her eyes to slits as her two admirers let out deep sighs of relief.
Then Clay motioned, and they approached once more to stand over the bed, their gazes glued to her bare, pink-nippled tits.
Suddenly, Clay reached out and traced a finger lightly across one upthrust nipple. It soared erect, and she felt her cunt creaming as he picked up courage and teased it into rigid, inch-long stiffness.
"Oh shit," Joel murmured. She saw him lick his lips, imagining how it would feel to have them fastened on her big taut nipple.
"See?" Clay said, flicking the bud with tender care. "They're an inch long at least! You ever see any nipples like these in those pictures of yours?"
She saw Joel slowly shake his head. She also saw the crotch of his jeans swelling, making her cunt cream even harder. Both boys had beautiful hard-
ons by now, and they were making her cunt steamy with need.
To her own amusement, Helen found that she was thoroughly enjoying their spying. Her pussy was glowing with juicy heat, aching with incredible horniness. She hadn't expected to react like this. The presence of those two stiff cocks had her cunt gushing violently.
"Umm ..."
Reacting to Clay's flicking finger as if deep in a horny dream, she arched her shoulder up in response and kicked back the restraining cover.
The boys froze again, letting out relieved sighs when she didn't seem to awaken. Then Joel's urgent whisper broke out. "Hey, look at that!"
The sheet had glided down over her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest just at the top of her inverted, triangular cunt bush and letting the first dark fringe of cunt curls peek out.
They stared. Then, with one brave motion, Clay reached down and gave the sheet a jerk. It fell back entirely.
Helen's breath quickened. Now she lay absolutely nude before them, blatantly displayed to their insatiable stares.
And she was enjoying every moment of it.
"Man," Joel muttered in a rough voice. "Man oh man ..."
Meanwhile, Clay moved to the foot of the bed and motioned his friend to join him. Together, they gazed down at his mother, their eyes traveling up and down the voluptuous body stretched before them as if neither boy would ever see a nude woman again. She could feel them drinking in her dark-furred pussy, melting her with delicious warmth.
At last, Clay broke the silence. "See what I told you? I'll bet my mom has the thickest cunt hair anywhere!"
"Yeah. Oh shit, yeah."
With them staring straight into her pussy, Helen couldn't resist a further impulse. Once more shifting subtly, she let her legs open wide to give them the whole view.
Joel gasped. Suddenly, he found hismelf examining the woman's pink, glistening cunt. His prick was pounding in his jeans. He tried to speak, but the words didn't form. "Uhh . . ."
Clay's face had tightened with lust. Abruptly, the boys looked at each other, and Clay's expression turned into a slow grin. "Makes your cock sore, doesn't it? Come on, I know just what we can do about that. And mom won't ever find out, either."
Unexpectedly, he was tearing out of his jeans, and Helen watched through slitted eyelids as Joel uncertainly followed suit. Then the two boys, naked except for their pullover shirts, moved toward her.
"You want to fuck her first?"
Clay's question almost shocked her into revealing herself.
Equally stunned, Joel didn't answer immediately, so Clay went on. "Go ahead, you can go first. It's easy. Just move up between her legs real slow until your prick touches her pussy. That'll get you off just like the real thing, believe me! And while you're doing that, I'm going to fuck her tits."
The idea obviously scared Joel badly, but the open invitation of Helen's cunt was just too good to pass up. "Are you sure? I mean, won't she feel it? Man, if she wakes up with me on top of her-oh shit!"
"Naw, she won't know." Clay sounded as certain as if he'd done this hundreds of times before. He pointed. "Just look how wet she is and how she keeps moaning and twitching. "I'll bet she's dreaming about cock right now. If you're careful, she won't know the difference."
His explanation was so ludicrously naive that Helen felt her lips tug in a smile. How could she not know the difference between a dream and the real thing? They certainly had a lot to learn about women.
But they were learning fast, as she quickly found out.
The bed creaked under Joel's weight, and she felt his bare legs brush her inner thighs as he scooted up, deftly guiding his hard throbbing cock to her cunt.
At the same time, Clay moved around to the side of the bed. His prick bobbed above Helen's face, and she watched as he lowered its tip to touch one of her hard nipples.
A little droplet of pre-cum oozed from his piss-hole onto her stiff pink nipple, and she had to suppress a shudder of pleasure.
Then she felt Joel's cock-head nudging her pussy, and fresh delight ripped through her. The nervous boy lay half-atop Helen, propped up on his hands as he gyrated his hips in an effort to position his prick just right. It gouged with slippery clumsiness, slithering against her cunt and snaking down along her ass crevice. His inexperienced fuck-thrusts wouldn't have failed to wake any woman.
The boys clumsy attempts made her bite back a groan as her pussy juice flooded over his stabbing prick. She parted her legs wider and undulated up just a bit, doing everything she could to help short of actually grabbing his luscious cock and stuffing it inside her cunt.
Then one of Joel's hands slipped, and his cock-head speared into her cunt with an abruptness that made her gasp openly.
"Ahhh!"
Clay glanced over at his friend, but was too busy having his own fun to see what had happened. Not realizing that Joel's prick-head was lodged in his mom's pussy in a way she couldn't possibly sleep through, he moved his own cock up from her enormous tits and let it slide delicately across her throat and up to her chin, leaving a slick little trail of built-up cum.
The weight of his cock came at last to rest on her full lips and began to ease back and forth, picking up speed.
By that time, Joel had recovered his position, grunting in astonishment at actually having his prick in a woman's pussy-even if it was by accident. Oblivious to the fact that his exuberant antics would have awakened the dead, he began to work it deeper into her cunt with leisurely hunchings that fucked inch after inch of gorgeous stiff cock-meat between her sopping cuntlips.
Practically before she knew it, Helen was getting royally fucked by her two furtive lovers. Joel's hips twitched, sloshing his prick even deeper inside her cunt and drilling relentlessly forward as Clay's pulsing cock leaped and danced over her mouth.
"Ummm . . ."
She arched, parting her lips to let Clay's cock slide across her tongue as she took in more and more of his friend's swollen cock in her cunt.
Pleasantly surprised, Clay let his cock lodge between her open lips and slid it back and forth, groaning as it slickened with the hot moistness of her mouth.
"Ahhh."
"Oh fuck-" Joel's gasp was a hoarse grunt as he writhed with increasing friction, stabbing his cock-meat into her harder with each thrust.
Helen would have cried out from sheer enjoyment at having her pussy so enthusiastically fucked, but at the moment, her mouth was filled with her son's rippling cock, its veined thickness sliding across her tongue and gouging the wet trench between her lips until she could hardly keep from biting down on it in a frenzy of pleasure.
"Shit, look at her take my cock!" Clay hissed, his balls bouncing against her cheek. "If this keeps up, I'm gonna shoot my wad all over her face! How're you doing, Joel?"
"Unnh-" Joel's breath burst out in a gasp as he writhed wildly, unable to halt the building eruption in his balls. "I'm really fucking her, man! Oh fuck-look at those titties bounce! I got to suck 'em, oh fucking shit yeah-"
Without warning, he swooped down, capturing a bright hard nipple between his lips and sucking on it fiercely.
"Mmmuuuhhh!"
Helen couldn't stop the whimper that tore from her lips then. Suddenly it was useless to pretend any longer. Her eyes flew open, and her tongue scooped in Clay's mouth as she arched her tit to Joel's face. She wrapped her legs around his supple waist and pounded up to his cock with abandoned joy.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Ummmfff!"
Both boys exclaimed their shock in unison. But Helen lapped her son's swollen prickhead between her lips and began to suck on it greedily.
A slow, knowing grin spread across Clay's face as he eagerly began to pump his cock down her throat.
"Take my cock, Mom! Take all my prick! Yeah, yeah!"
"Uhhm- uhh- uhh-"
Helen sucked and bounced, taking both pricks. Joel made noisy grunting sounds of fear and lust as he found himself pinned by his best friend's mom, unable to escape. Her pussy clamped on his cock and rode on it frantically as her huge, pillowy tit mashed against his mouth with smothering need.
Within moments, Joel's fear dwindled into new eagerness as he realized the truth: Mrs. Grant had caught them? but she wasn't mad at all. She was fucking like crazy!
With that realization, he resumed his fucking harder than ever, boring hist stiff, aching prick into the older woman and sucking her fat soft tit without the least hesitation.
"She's fucking us!" Clay exclaimed happily, shoving even more of his cock into her open mouth. "Show us some real fucking, Mom! Suck the jizz right out of us! Oh shit, yeah!"
Helen sensed the impending explosion building in her son's prick and sucked ferociously, sobbing for breath while hunching Joel's cock with a fury that would've thrown him off the bed if he hadn't been held in place by her legs.
Clay was the first to come, driving his cock to its base in her mouth and groaning out loud.
"Uhhhh-"
Hot spurts of jism poured down Helen's throat, and she gulped again and again, not allowing a single droplet of cum to escape.
A moment later, his cock, now soft and dripping and sucked dry, slipped free.
That was when Helen turned her full attention on Joel.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Joel! Harder baby, suck me and fuck me and shoot your cum for me-ahhhnnn! I'm coming, honey. Now! Now! Give it to ... meee . . . nowwwwoooowwww!"
She cried out and sobbed in complete abandonment as Joel let out a long happy muffled cry and released his pent-up load of fuck-cream as well.
"Maaahhhhhh!"
Cock-juice slammed up her gyrating cunt, and she shuddered into a wrenching orgasm with the teenager clamped in the embrace of her arms and pussy, soaking up all his steamy thick cum until he slumped, gasping and groaning between her slickened tits.
Both boys were breathing heavily, their pricks drooping and reddened from use.
But Helen wasn't finished yet. Not quite yet.
Now that her pussy had been churned into urgent need, she wanted more.
"Ummmm, that was so good," she purred, reaching for Clay's limp cock and fingering it as her other hand slipped down to cup and squeeze Joel's balls. "Now, aren't you glad I was awake to enjoy the fun as well?"
Clay laughed and nodded, while Joel smiled in a confused way. "You . . . you mean you're not . . . mad or anything, Mrs. Grant?"
"Mad?" Helen smiled up at him, taking time to wink at her son. "Why, of course I'm not mad, darling. The only hard feelings I'm interested in right now are here."
To emphasize her meaning she gave his shriveled cock a squeeze and felt a reassuring tug of awareness shiver through it. Then she went on.
"In fact, just to prove that I'm not holding any grudges, I'll show you just what I mean. Now lie back like a good boy, so Mrs. Grant can get a nice taste of that sweet fucking cock of yours ..."
Her hands guided Joel onto his back, and she rose to her hands and knees, scooting around so that he faced his fat, sluggish prick and sagging balls.
"Oh my," she murmured, observing the boy's big soft prick and kneeling down until her lips nearly brushed it. "Your cock needs some reviving, doesn't it? Maybe a little kiss would help. You wouldn't object to some mouth-to-cock resuscita-
tion, would you?"
Startled but obliging, Joel grinned broadly. "Hell, no! That'd be great!"
Helen's tongue darted out, lapping across Joel's wet prick and dipping to tease his balls. She licked and tongued every inch of his cock, quickly working it into stiffness once more. He groaned, delighting at the sight of this mature woman gobbling on his prick with her long, glossy brown hair cascading over his thighs and stomach.
"Oh yeah, that feels real good, Mrs. Grant. Yeahhh ..."
Helen lapped his prick into hardness once more, then smiled back at Clay, who'd been watching excitedly.
"And just what's the matter with you, young man? Now that you've got me going, you're not going to just stand there and look, are you? That horny cock of yours started this whole thing, and I have just the place for it now."
To prove her words, she spread her knees far apart, giving Clay an unobstructed view of her drooling cunt and asshole.
He took the broad hint immediately. "Sure, Mom. I'm an obedient son, aren't I?" He strode forward, guiding his now-hardened cock-meat to her flared cuntlips.
His cock sank effortlessly into her pussy, and with a happy groan, she turned her attention back to Joel.
"Now-ahhh!-now I'm going to show you just how much fun it can be to have my son for a friend, baby. I'm going to give you the best midnight snack you ever had, and-uhhhmmm . . . and I'm going to do all the eating!'*
Her mouth sank onto Joel's prick and began to suck, while Clay slid his prick in and out of her soaked pussy with fast, slurping noises.
Helen was getting fucked at both ends. Her head bobbed up and down on Joel's cock until his whole prick was vanishing between her lips. At the same time, she arched backward to take the thrust of her son's rigid cock.
Joel sighed and clutched the woman's head, his hips bucking and lurching as he twisted slightly to reach out and grasp her big dangling tits. His hands closed over her tits and began to squeeze with frantic milking motions as she sucked harder, groaning in renewed lust.
"Uhhm . . . muhh . . . umff . . ."
An instant later, all three of them were thrashing together, pounding their pricks into the lusty brunette as she sucked and fucked and sobbed without inhibition, swelling to fresh climax on their lovely lunging cocks.
' 'Muhhmm!" Helen cried out and surged violently with the first blasts of orgasm. Her writhings and whimpers only made both boys fuck their cocks into her all the harder, their bouncing balls loaded with fuck-cream, itching to explode.
Helen exploded first. Her body undulated harsh-ly as she let out an ecstatic shriek, coming in fantastic spasms.
Joel gave a hoarse cry and plowed up. Jism flooded Helen's mouth, spurting and drooling out between her lips as she tried to catch it all.
Then Clay came as well, unable to hold back with his mom's cunt squeezing his prick hard.
Helen came as if it would never end. Her body quaked with bliss, and cum streamed into two of her fuck-holes in soaring ripples.
For Helen, it was a dream come true. Two pricks at once, both at her command and both shoving themselves into her with mutual release like she'd never known.
When the last swells of orgasm finally subsided, she sank on the bed, in dribbling cock juice from her mouth and pussy.
"Oh, my babies," she groaned, sleepy and bloated with cum. "Sweet, sweet babies . . ." Smiling with rapture and dazed with fucking, she immediately drifted to sleep.
The weary boys grinned widely at each other and slipped from the room, satisfied.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After the best night's sleep she'd had in a long time, Helen was awakened next morning by the slamming of the front door.
She yawned and rose sleepily, standing before the open bedroom window. She stretched and looked out in time to see Joel practically skipping down the street for home, whistling a tune loudly and off-key.
Watching him go, Helen had to smile. That boy had the makings of a real man-and wouldn't it be nice to help him along a bit-like every chance she got!
"Mnunm." She felt her cunt warm with a gushy glow at the memory of last night's fucking.
Almost before she knew it, that glow heated to a stoked fire, and she had to push her horny thoughts aside. God she was getting hornier by the moment! If this kept up-
If this kept up, she just might manage to catch up with all the fun she'd been missing out on for the past lonely years.
That thought pleased Helen in a way she wouldn't have believed possible, So much had happened these past days-one experience piling on top of another-each better than the last. She no longer felt any qualms of guilt. In a strange way, last night's episode proved that Clay's interest in her wasn't really developing into an unhealthy fixation at all. In fact, he was merely doing the exact thing that had urged her to do: have a good time and explore new-found emotions amongst the people who were closest.
At last, sighing softly, she decided to get on with her morning's activities before the kids got up. Turning from the window, she started for the shower without bothering to slip into a nightgown.
It was out in the hall, on her way to the bathroom, that Helen heard an ominous sound come from Janie's room.
[(Ah-ahh, yes!"
For a moment, Helen stood like a statue, recognizing that sound all too well but unable to quite believe she'd heard it.
Then it came again. "Yes, oh yes, that's good- uramm ..."
Suddenly wide awake with shock, she moved nearer to the closed door and listened.
"Oh, Clay, that's even better! Ahhh!"
All the warmth seeped out of her at those noises, replaced by a rising horror that she couldn't bring herself to think She knew what the sounds meant, just as surely as if she'd been standing before her own bedroom door, listening to her own throes of delight.
But this wasn't her door. It was Janie's. And it was Janie's voice that groaned and purred, increasing in volume.
"Ohhh, that's really nice! Yes-uhhhmm . . ."
Helen couldn't help herself. As if in a daze, she reached for the knob and turned it, then pushed the door open several inches. She came face to face with a sight that made her breath hiss out in a gush.
Her children were both totally nude, gasping and groaning. Janie lay on her bed, her long blonde hair streaming out and her small perky tits jouncing their stiff pink nipples into the air. She had arched her back, and her knees were drawn far up, flapping wide apart.
Clay knelt at the foot of his sister's bed, his face buried between her thighs, his tongue lunging across her spread-open cunt.
Totally taken aback, Helen could only stand and stare as Clay lapped up and down his big sister's cunt-slit, drinking in her cunt juices. From where she stood, she could clearly see her daughter's pink cunt, its delicate little folds open and inviting as her son's tongue dipped between them, collecting the dewy fuck-cream that flowed from its small tight depths. The girl's clit poked out like a little taut button under his teasing, and her hands clutched his head as she writhed blissfully.
*'Ooh, it feels so good when you work my clitty like that! Suck my clit for me! Suck my clit just like a nipple and nibble on it-ahh! Yes, yes-that's it, oh Clayyy ..."
Crying out joyfully, she undulated her cunt up to her brother's face as he ate her pussy with a voracious appetite, gulping down the streams of cunt juice that poured her cunt.
It was all too much for Helen to take in. She watched with unblinking shock, unable to move or even make her voice work to stop what was happening.
It had happened too suddenly. One moment, she'd been happily strolling down the hall, thinking of nothing but the warm glow in her pussy, and the next, she found herself standing in the bedroom doorway, too astonished to react. She couldn't even make herself put a halt to the events taking place before her.
A burst of horny excitement jolted her cunt, melting and slickening her inner thighs.
God, she was getting turned on!
Helen tried to stop herself, tried to at least turn and flee before it was too late.
But it was already too late. The si$it of Clay's fat tongue worming over his sister's cunt had her cunt juices blasting in sympathetic arousal, almost as if it were her cunt that lay spread before her son's greedy open mouth.
Helen's lips parted in a gasp that was now more one of horniness than shock, and at that moment, Janie cried out as well.
"Fuck me! Stick your tongue inside my cunt, Clay. Put it all the way in my cunt, and fuck me with it! Yes, oh yes, baby, goooood!"
Clay jabbed his tongue deep into her twisting pussy, as deep as he could. Then he began to slide it in and out with fast fucking strokes.
Janie wailed, pumping up off the bed in a frenzy.
Helen saw it all from a perfect angle. She saw her son's fat tongue drill into Janie's gold cunt, saw it stab back and forth with a friction that had the girl crying out and bouncing like a hooked eel, her inflamed cuntlips closing over his tongue in desperate attempts to capture it.
Glued to the spot, Helen watched helplessly. She hardly even noticed when she slid her hand down her stomach, entangling it in her own thick wet cunt curls. Her fingers slipped to her pussy-hole and caressed the ache there. Enthralled by the sight of Clay's slippery tongue diving into Janie's pussy, she hardly even noticed when her free hand moved up to squeeze her now-tingling tits, her palm rubbing hard against one stiffened nipple and then shifting to rub the other.
"Ann-"
The groan that rose then wasn't Janie's* but Helen's. Her fingers were plowing into her matted cunt bush and along her cunt-crevice, sliding into the gaping flare of her parted legs and easing into her cunt without resistance. The heel of her hand began to push and knead the jutting spire of her clit,
"Oh, Clay, fuck me like that! More, more!" Janie wailed, pouncing on her brother's face. "Eat me and fuck me good-I'm coming! Oh, baby, faster, faster! Eeeyeahhhhhhh!"
Janie twisted up in climax, her eyes glazed and her hands shoving Clay's face hard against her gushing pussy as her orgasm heaved through her.
"Unh-unnh-"
By this time, Helen was panting as well, three of her fingers slick and sliding in her cunt. She stood slumped against the door frame, clenching her teeth to keep from crying out and spoiling the scene.
Abruptly, the moment he was sure he'd sucked every drop of cuntjuice from his sister's pussy, Clay raised his head and gave her a slick grin. "How was that, Sis? Not bad, huh?"
"Urnmrn, nice . . ." Janie giggled. "But that's not fair. You've been practicing on mom again!"
Those words startled Helen even more than the scene she'd walked into, and a burst of understanding flooded in. Janie knew everything!
If she had any last doubts, Clay's next words quickly disspelled them. "So what if I have? You're not around all the time to have fun with, and besides, mom's got a hell of a pussy on her, too! Man, can she fuck! Anyway, I satisfied you, didn't I?"
"That's what you think." Janie gave a pretend pout, staring down at his engorged prick. "I'll admit that was a nice start, but now I want some of the real thing. Come here and lie down on your back, and this time Til do the work."
Clay complied without hesitation, crawling onto the bed and flopped down so that his cock jerked to a rigid standing position.
"Well, at least I'm glad to see she didn't fuck it all out of you!" Janie teased, climbing atop him and grasping his prick firmly in one hand as she scooted above it in a straddle. "As long as she leaves some for me, I'll be perfectly happy. And it's time I got some cock, too! Right now-ooowww!"
Placing his red cock-tip to her cunt entrance, the girl began to lower herself down onto her brother's prick.
Mesmerized, Helen looked on as her daughter slid smoothly down on Clay's thick prick, working her pussy up and down on its enormous length until it was juicy with horny cunt-cream. Then she rose in one last heave and plunged.
"Annnh!"
Clay's cock sank home, vanishing completely inside her slamming cunt.
Janie took a long moment to seesaw on her brother's prick, sliding around atop him and feeling his swollen prick roll inside her cunt. Then she sank forward on all fours, dangling her firm tits and easing her hips up and down in the first small motions of fucking.
"Ahhh ... oh your cock's so good! I love it! Now suck on my tities while I give your prick a real fucking! Yes, that's just right . . ."
' By craning his head, Clay managed to reach her hard little nipple. His lips closed around it, and she began to fuck up and down on his cock in furious abandon.
"Ummmhhh . . ."
Helen moaned between clenched teeth, working her fingers faster into her cunt. She reeled with guilty delight, watching her son's big slick cock sink again and again into her daughter's cunt-hole.
Despite all her initial horror, Helen was now enjoying the fucking spectacle completely. Caught up in her own horniness and the arousal of her children, she finger-fucked herself in a rhythm that matched the downward lunges of JaiuVs cunt.
Janie's lunges quickly picked up their pace, and a moment later, the young blonde was sobbing and bucking in a lather.
"Fuck it! Fuck my pussy hard! Oh what a fuck! Your cock's making me come already! I'm coming, Clay, coming-comiiiiing!"
Grunting in his throat, Clay sucked urgently at his sister's nipple, pumping his cock savagely up her squeezing cunt as it slammed down for more.
Suddenly, just at the moment when Helen thought they were all three going to explode in mutual shudders of bliss, Janie abruptly rose up, tearing her hungry pussy from her brother's bloated priek.
"What the shit--?" Clay blurted, his cock throbbing and lurching in the air with an urgency that made Helen want to rush in and cover it with her own surging cunt.
"Fuck my ass!" Janie wailed out, twisting about and jutting her ass before him. "Get your prick in my asshole, and fuck me there! Oh, hurry!"
Though taken by surprise, Clay scrambled to his knees and confronted his sister's wiggling ass, its ass cheeks parted by her hands, revealing her juice-streaked asshole.
"Where the fuck did you learn this?" Clay gasped.
"Never mind! Just hurry!" she cried, offering her ass with tantalizing hunching motions. "I want your cock in my shithole, shooting cum in me, pleeeease!"
That was all it took for Clay to overcome his surprise and move for her ass. His wet cock-head gouged against her slick asshole, and with a grunting heave, he shoved his cock an inch or two up her tight shitter.
"Ahhhhmmmm ..."
Janie sobbed with gleeful abandon, crashing backward to force more of his prick in her asshole.
Helen could hardly believe what she was seeing. Clay's cock slowly vanished up his big sister's asshole, its whole enormous length sinking into her ass with almost the same ease it had sunk into her pussy.
Then his cock disappeared completely, and amidst Janie's cries of delight, he began to drill his prick in and out--carefully at first--then more frantically as he got used to the strangling tightness of her ass.
By this time, Helen's spearing fingers had worked her into a frothing heat, making her ready for anything. The sight of her daughter's asshole being torn open by a big, ramming cock was enough to send her spinning with new lust. Overwhelmed, she finger-fucked herself more furiously than before.
"Unh--unngghh--"
The first ripples of approaching climax filled her pussy, and the next thing she knew, she was pulling her hefty tit up to her mouth and taking its hard dusky point between her teeth. Fucking and hunching on her fingers, she began to suck her own nipple with the same hungry need as if it had been a little cock. ]*;
"Yes!" Janie shrieked. "Fuck my ass! Fuck your cock right into my ass, you cocksucker! I'm coming now! More, more--give it all to me baby! Ohhhhh!"
"Jesus!" Clay groaned, using all his strength just to hang on as Janie thrashed on his cock, jamming it full into her asshole with a friction that threatened to suck the jizz right out of his cock. "Take my cock, you cunt-hungry bitch! Yeah, right in your tight asshole--fucking shit that's good!"
"Muhh . . . mmmuuuhhh ..."
Helen wilted in the doorway in a luxury of sensation, rising to climax along with her children. She sucked and bit her stiff nipple with frenzied enjoyment as her fingers tore in and out of her cunt with vibrator-like efficiency.
Abruptly, Janie let out a scream and hunched spasmodically, her ass arching into the air.
"Now! Come in me, baby. Give me your cum! I'm exploding! Oh fucking shit yes! Give your cock to me now--come!**
Clay drove his cock into her ass with long hard strokes and suddenly did just as she instructed, boring his prick totally up her shitter, shooting his load of fuck-cream.
"Uhhhh--"
"Aaaaaaaahhh ..."
At the same moment, Helen twisted in orgasm, adding her own muffled cries to theirs.
"Muhh--fffummm ..."
Clay felt wad after wad of jizz tear into Janie*s ass, her tight little ass muscles clamping on his cock and sucking for more. She whimpered, tearing at the bedsheets in pure joy, coming violently. Then, swollen with cum and smiling with puffy pink lips, she giggled happily.
"Ohhh, Clay--you fucked my ass so good. Ahhmmm ..."
Chuckling, Clay let his prick shrink inside her filled ass, withdrawing slowly until at last it plopped free.
Gasping for breath and reluctantly slipping her fingers from her sopping cunt, Helen returned to awareness at last.
It was only then that the full reality of what she'd done hit home. She*d watched her kids fucking each other like a pair of lovers-and she'd enjoyed it! She'd actually jacked off, watching her own children fuck!
"Oh ... oh God . . . " she muttered hoarsely, blushing with shame. It had happened so unexpectedly that only now did she begin to realize how deep her newly regained lusts really went.
And they went all the way down to her son and daughter. She'd loved every moment of their fucking. In fact, if given half a chance, she might even have . . . have joined in!
That thought was too repulsive and frightening to even consider. Ashamed of the ageds rampaging inside her, she turned as silently as she could and slipped down the hall, back to her bedroom.
She turned away too soon to see both Clay and Janie staring at her, their eyes widening in a realization of their own.
"Oh shit!" Clay blurted, catching a brief glimpse of his mom scampering away. "Now we're in for it!"
But Janie's tone was different, thoughtful. "I wouldn't be so sure of that. Didn't you see the look on her face? I wouldn't be so sure at all."
CHAPTER NINE
"Clay, stop that! I don't think you should be so rough with your sister."
Both teenagers froze in the midst of their breakfast-table horseplay, their faces showing only innocent surprise.
"What's the matter, Mom?" Clay halted in the middle of the tickling match, his hands suspiciously lingering on Janie's tee-shirt-clad tits before drawing reluctantly away. "We were only playing around."
"That's right," Janie continued defiantly, her face flushing. Her breath quickened, and her nipples stood out hard against her shirt. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
Helen couldn't think of an answer to that, her emotions swilling with confusion.
At last, Clay sighed and rose. "Come on, let's watch T.V, or something. At least then we'll be out of mom's way."
They hopped from the table, giggling and laughing as if nothing at all had happened and vanished into the living room.
Helen's face burned as she collected the morning dishes. On the surface, she had no real right to be upset, and she knew it. The kids had been behaving just as they always did, playing and laughing together as any brother and sister might.
But she'd seen the way they stole little grabs and squeezes throughout breakfast-the way Clay took every opportunity to fondle his sister's tits and ass under the pretense of tickling her. And Janie had responded by dropping her hands to his crotch at every opportunity, stroking the bulge of his cock.
Worst of all, Helen knew that she was the one responsible for the whole thing. Until a few days ago, they'd never played quite that way before. Until she'd let her own horniness pour out into the lives of her children, nothing even remotely like this had gone on.
It was her fault. Neither Clay nor Janie was experienced enough to really understand what they were doing. For them, it was just a new kind of fun -a game. She'd failed them both, from the very first moment she'd fucked her son in the shower.
Despite all her self-reproach, Helen felt her pussy warm with a familiar ache at that thought. As hard as she tried, she just couldn't work up the guilt that a mother in her position ought to feel. She had caught her children fucking, but she hadn't stopped them. Instead of behaving as any normal mother would have, she had stood hidden in the doorway and finger-fucked herself into a horny frenzy, enjoying that shocking fuck scene almost as much as they had.
She was the one responsible for this whole mess. Now what was she going to do? Plagued by that gnawing question, she tried to go about her morning chores as if nothing unusual had happened.
Sprawled on the living room floor in front of the television, Clay and Janie whispered and nudged each other knowingly. Several times, she caught them wrestling and playing, their hands dipping to each other's crotches, their fingers grasping to capture a brief feel of cunt or cock and then slipping away before she could react. It was almost as if they were daring her-as if they knew the very thoughts racing through her mind.
As the morning wore on, Helen grew more and more uncomfortable, unable to get the episode in Janie's bedroom off her mind. And to make things worse, the kids' unashamed behavior was arousing her cunt all over again with that memory. She thought of how good it had felt to finger-fuck herself and watch Clay's stiff prick sliding in and out of his sister's cunt and ass.
By lunchtime, she was aching from much more than guilt and was having trouble hiding it. Her children noticed and winked at each other.
It was as she finished washing the lunch dishes that Clay came into the kitchen and swept his arms about her in a hug, his twinkling eyes gazing deeply into hers.
* 'Is something wrong, Mom? You've been acting funny all day."
His expression seemed honestly concerned, and Helen couldn't stop herself from trying to laugh his concern away. "Of course not, dear. I ... I've just been a little nervous, I guess. So much has happened lately that it's just catching up with me." "I know what you mean." He grinned, one of his hands slipping down to cup her big tit and squeeze it possessively. "I feel the same way, kind of. What you need is to relax. And I've got a real good relaxer . . . feel it?"
Squeezing Helen's tit, he rubbed his hardening cock against her hip in a way that couldn't have been more obvious. Helen felt herself panting for his hard-on, wanting to give in to his cock and forget all her guilt in a flood of lust. She had to pull away with an effort.
"No, dear. I'm afraid that's the kind of relaxing that's got me nervous in the first place! Now go and play, so I can get these dishes finished up."
Clay wasn't ready to leave just yet. His mother had unconsciously edged about to face him, and now he clutched both her enormous tits, hefting and massaging them as he pushed his hard-on against her pussy. "Come on, Mom. We haven't had any fun all morning, and I'm getting horny enough to bust my shorts! Janie can finish the dishes, and we can go upstairs and take one of those showers again, okay? That'd be fun, wouldn't it?"
Suddenly Helen didn't want anything more than she wanted her son's stiff cock digging against her cunt and making it melt and cream with eager anticipation. She groaned, undulating her cunt against his prick, hardly aware that he was unbuttoning her blouse as he spoke.
She realized that she'd become addicted to her son's prick-hooked on his lovely big cock as surely as if it was some kind of drug-a huge hypodermic filled with the only kind of goodness that could soothe her aching cunt.
Her blouse flapped open, and Clay quickly unhooked her bra and shoved it aside as well.
"Honey, don't ..." she groaned, gasping under the surge of greedy heat that swelled inside her cunt and shoved all her inner torments aside. "Not-not right here!"
But Clay wasn't listening. Her big tits flopped free, and he swept his hot hungry breath over her pink nipples and made them rise sharply.
"Oh shit, what a pair of tits! I love your titties, Mom. I could play with 'em and suck 'em all day . . . ummm ..."
He raised one of her mammoth tits to his lips and popped its rigid fat nipple between them, making her gasp.
"Ahh-oh, Clay, don't-if your sister sees us like this ..."
But she couldn't resist. Clay's mouth clung to her tit, sucking and lapping noisily as he tried futilely to wrap his lips around her entire tit.
"Ah-ahhhhh ..."
Impulsively, Helen grabbed Clay's ass and pulled his cock hard against her crotch, feeling his prick-shaft slither and jerk along the slickened trench of her pussy.
"Mm-uuum ..."
He slurped greedily, feasting on his mother's tit until it was drenched with saliva and aching with excitement. Then he switched to her other tit and gave it exactly the same treatment, working both her big nipples into reddened stiffness.
Her cunt was drooling like a hungry mouth by this time, and she gave in with delighted purrs.
"Yes, baby, yesss-that's it. Suck on my titties like that. Oh God, Clay-that's nice, so nice . . ."
Reeling against his denim-sheathed prick, she felt her eyelids flutter,.her gaze glazing with soaring pleasure.
That was why she didn't see Janie standing in the doorway at first, smiling excitedly at them.
Then reality slammed home, and she yelped: "Oh-oh my God-"
Janie's smile brightened into a light laugh. "Wow, I've heard of family togetherness, but this is something else!"
Ashamed and humiliated at being caught, Helen pulled back, clutching helplessly at her blouse.
Janie stood beaming at them, not the least bit surprised.
"Dear, it ... it isn't what you might think-"
"Oh, it isn't?" The teenager spoke impishly, and she moved forward. "That's too bad, because
I was hoping to get in on the festivities. Clay doesn't mind, do you, little brother?"
Clay grinned back, "Not a bit. What do you say, Mom?"
Stunned by their reactions and still melting at the brief feel of her son's cock, Helen was just too dizzy with conflicting emotions to know what to say.
It was Janie who spoke for her. "Maybe if we got things warmed up, that'd make up your mind. Why don't I start?" She grasped her tee shirt, and in one fluid motion, pulled it over her head and off, freely exposing her firm bouncing little tits.
"Janie!"
Astounded, but unable to do more than stand helplessly by and watch, Helen gasped as the teenager undid her jeans and wiggled out of them as well.
Then, totally nude and with her clothes discarded in little heaps on the kitchen floor, she darted for Clay.
"Now it's your turn, little brother! I'm not going to be the only one to show and tell!"
Laughing and only making the slightest pretense of resistance, Clay squirmed as her hands leaped out and tore at his shirt, then worked the fastening of his cut-offs and jerked them down to the floor. His cock swung up inflamed and bloated, his hefty balls jiggling as Janie bent to scoop the shorts out from under him.
Helen was no longer in control of the situation, and they all three knew it. Giddy with her own arousal, her cunt creaming more furiously than ever, she watched her children prance around stark naked, laughing and tickling each other playfully just as they had at breakfast. This time, however, they weren't confined by clothes or their mother's reproachful stares.
Clay's fingers slithered to Janie's blonde cunt, and she alternately squeezed his cock and fondled his balls as she darted teasingly away from his groping fingers.
"This . . . this shouldn't be happening," Helen heard herself say as if from far away. Heat flooded from her cunt and a mischievous smile of surrender tugged at her lips. "Darlings-Clay, don't touch your sister like that! You-you're both going to catch your death of colds!"
They both laughed afresh at that, sensing the weakness that had her trembling.
Helen couldn't help it. The vivid memory of what she'd seen that morning came back full force in a torrent of hot cunt-soaking cream. Combined with the sight of her children so blatantly enjoying themselves now, it was too much to fight. They weren't just children anymore. They were two young adults, expressing their newly aroused needs just the way she had herself. And there wasn't anything really wrong with that, was there?
Suddenly Clay broke away and dashed for her, his face intent. "Come on, Mom, join in. We haven't got any secrets anyway, so why not have some fun?"
"That's right," Janie said, her blonde-bushed pussy drenched and matted with cunt juices. "You don't have to be embarrassed, because we all know about each other's fucking, now. We're just a horny family, that's all! So why not admit it?"
They both converged on her at once, exploring all over her body with their hands, tugging her loose blouse away and grasping at her slacks.
"Oh no, you don't!" She tried to make her tone stern, but it came out playful. "Just because you two think it's fun to-to-now Clay, stop it! Clay!"
Her slacks peeled away, exposing her wet glossy cunt and displaying the fact that she was every bit as aroused as they were.
A moment later, Helen found herself pulled to the floor in a laughing, gasping jumble as Janie tore the slacks off entirely while Clay once more grasped her big rolling tits, grinning.
"I know what turns you on, Mom. A little more tit-sucking ought to warm you up real good! Yeah -mrnmfff-" His mouth sank onto her flopping tit once more, and she arched. "Ahhh!"
Groaning under his gobbling lips, she gave in with a wicked surge of delight, knowing that Janie knelt watching avidly. With one arm flung around Clay and urging him on, she reached up for her daughter.
"Come here, darling. Since-ahh-since you started this, you're going to have to join in as well!
It's time you found out just how much fun we can have, and there's plenty for everybody-uhhmm
""
Unexpectedly, Janie found her head pulled down, one of her mom's gigantic hard-nippled tits thrusting up at her. She took the nipple between her full lips without hesitation and began to suck, overjoyed at her mother's acceptance and eager to make her even hornier.
"Ohhh, yes!" Helen cooed as each of her aching nipples was worked by a frantic mouth, her two children feasting and urging her to a steamy pitch.
When Clay pulled back, she groaned in disappointment. ^,
"Keep sucking her tits like that, Sis. Get her good and hot, while I get a taste of pussy!"
He drew away, watching delightedly as Janie wiggled atop her mom's luscious body, her mouth fastened to the woman's tit.
Crawling around between their entwined legs, Clay grinned down at their two cunts thrashing and juicing in unison before him. His mother's pussy was sopping wet, its pink fat lips flaring open and shut like a mouth. Her thick, dark cunt curls tangled with Janie's wet blonde cunt fur as cunt ground against cunt in urgent gyrations that had the girl's small, churning pussy winking and gushing. Her little asshole opened up, inviting him to ass-fuck her.
Never one to turn down an invitation like that, he sprawled between his sister's parted thighs and dipped his tongue into her moist asshole.
"Muuhhm ..."
Janie thrashed and sucked her mom's tit in even harder at that, groaning as Clay's tongue probed her ass and then slithered down across her pussy to lap its sweet frothing pussy nectar.
Licking at her precious cunt and working his way down to suck her perky clit as well, Clay trailed his tongue along inch after inch of pussy until he was probing up his mom's fuck-hole, drinking up her cunt juices and drilling his tongue into her cunt with fast, fucking strokes.
"Yesss!" Helen wailed, jerking up beneath the weight of her daughter. "Oh, darling, eat my cunt! Ann-annnnnh ..."
Clay buried his tongue into her pussy again and again, pulling it back with difficulty under the squeezing pressure of her clenching cunt muscles. Then he gave Janie the same treatment until he had her writhing and releasing muffled gasps.
Moving from pussy to pussy, Clay soon had both women in a lather. He'd never had so much cunt spread before him in his life, and he took full advantage to eat his fill of pussy.
Then, unable to endure the pounding ache that speared through his prick, he slid up and rammed his cock home in his mom's familiar cunt.
"Uuuhhh!"
Helen arched, taking all his prick and thrusting for more.
"That's it, Mom! Take my cock just like you love to do! Fuck my prick good!" Clay rasped, gouging his cock into her pussy happily. "Now I can fuck you both at once! Lift your ass up here, Janie, and I'll give you a real treat too!"
Janie followed his instructions, inching to her knees without losing her grip on her mother's tit. She moaned, shifting position until her ass crevice hovered where her brother could reach it.
Clay dove into her asshole with his tongue.
"Mufff-fummm ..."
"Yes!" Helen cried, pounding up. "Fuck me hard! Oh, my babies, fuck me nice. That's it! More!"
The surging trio rose into a fury of bliss until Helen came with a loud piercing shriek: She flailed like a flopping fish, rippling in orgasm. Her cunt rode on her son's prick until he thought the jizz was going to be sucked up out of his balls before he could complete his plans. Gnawing at Janie's ass, he suddenly couldn't take any more and jerked his cock free of his mom's grasping fuck-hole, rising to his knees and pulling his sister's ass down.
"Now it's your turn, Janie. Take it!"
Slamming forward, he sank his jerking prick into his sister's blonde cunt and slammed it home as the first eruptions of climax spurted through his prick-shaft.
"Aaaaaah!" she wailed, wrenching in mutual bliss as he ripped blast after blast of hot fuck-cream up her cunt. "Oiuummmmm!"
Clay emptied his cock into his sister's pussy, until they both gasped for breath from their simultaneous orgasm. Then he sank back on his heels, overjoyed.
"Oh, man! Two pieces of ass at once! And both the best in town!"
Still twitching from her orgasm, Helen slid from under her daughter's limp body and crawled toward her son her eyes bright.
"Tha . . . that wasn't a very nice thing to do to your mother, was it? Holding back that delicious jism just wheur I needed it most! I guess I'll just have to get your cum any way I can, then, like this . . . ummm ..."
Hovering on all fours, Helen knelt, thrust her head into her son's lap, and began to lick his cock clean of jism and cunt juices.
"Wow! Look at her suck my cock!" he blurted, grinning as his mom lapped all the jizz from his still-leaking prick. "Oh shit! Suck my cock real good ... oh yeah ..."
Clay's cock tugged erect in Helen's mouth as she sucked his prick hard, working it to stiffness once more. The moment she had his cock good and hard again, she pulled away.
"I don't want to play favorites, do I? Besides, if I want to get all your naughty jizz, I'll just have to go where I can find it ..."
To both kids' amazement she turned her attention to Janie, who lay sprawled in a heap, watching her mom suck cock in fascination.
Helen hastily slipped between her daughterV slick thighs, pausing there just long enough to admire her sleek pink pussy. "Oh my," she sighed, leaning down. "What a beautiful little cunt-and all the fucking it's still got to do! You don't mind if I just indulge in a little sample of your pussy, do you, dear?"
Before she could answer, Janie saw her mom's face bury itself in her soaked cunt mound. She felt the woman's soft tongue stab into her pussy for the fuck-juices that were swirling therfc.
"Oh, Mom!" she cried, hunching up as her pussy was plugged by an expert exploring tongue, "Yes, fuck my cunt with your tongue and eat all my cunt cream! Oh fuck! That's good, so good . . . yes! Let me eat your cunt too! I want to taste you all over. Give your cunt to me pleeeeease!"
Though surprised, Helen wasn't shocked. She knew how good it felt to have her pussy lashed by another woman's tongue-her experience with Gail had taught her that much.
In one rapid motion, without dislodging her own tongue from her daughter's sweet fuck-hole, she swept around and lowered her wet cunt-gash over the girl's face.
Janie had never felt so eager and uninhibited in her life-not even with Clay or Mr. Palmer. She grabbed double handfuls of her mother's taut rippling ass, smelling the sweet-sour aroma of horniness as the woman's thick, rich bush of glossy cunt fur eased over her.
The teenager's tongue stabbed up, tasting her mom's slick cunt juices. Then it was plunging in her pussy frantically, licking and fucking with a fury that matched that of the tongue plowing her own small cunt.
"Uhhhfff- "
"Muhh-uhhm ..."
Mother and daughter clung like that for precious instants, tongue-fucking each other into full arousal.
Clay watched the two twisting, groaning women slurp mouth-to-pussy until his cock was bobbing and sore with fresh need. Then, not about to be left out, he moved around and got on top of his sister's face, replacing her tongue with his hard, veined prick.
"Ffffuuhh-"
Helen heaved backward as his prick slid neatly into her cunt and began to pump. She jabbed her tongue harder than ever into her little girl's twitching cunt.
Janie craned her head, licking at her brother's fuzzy balls and tonguing his cock as it drilled in and out of their mom's cunt, fucking the cunt juices out of her in floods.
Unable to withstand both her children's attentions at once, Helen exploded. "Guhhhuuuhhh!"
"Oh fuck-" Clay groaned as his prick was grabbed by her pussy and grasped fiercely.
Janie climaxed in moaning oblivion as well, spasming up at the very moment she felt Clay's cock ripple and shoot its load of jizz in her mom's pussy and all over her diving tongue.
"Ahhhmmm!"
They thrashed and came and kept coming until all three were drained and exhausted. Then, slumping in happy abandon on the floor, they gasped for breath.
"Hey!" Clay cried, as if the realization had just dawned on him. "Now we don't have to keep any secrets, do we? We can do anything we want, anytime! Oh, wow!"
"You know, that's right." Janie sighed sleepily, reaching down to caress her mother's cum-streaked cunt and hear her hiss of delighted response. "And summer vacation's just beginning. We've got all summer ahead before school starts again. That means the fun's just getting started-and we don't have anything to be ashamed of anymore, do we?"
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh-oh, baby, yes! That's it, get your cock in me! Oh, Mr. Palmer please-aaaahhhh!"
Janie let out a shriek as Hal lunged, drilling his hard purple prick into her slushy cunt. The entire back end of his big new Chevy shuddered as he thrust deep, pumping his prick to its base in her wet fuck-hole, grinding it in her cunt with violent gyrations. She squealed, lubricating his cum-filled prick with her slippery cunt oils.
"Jesus," he groaned, sliding the cock into her pussy with a friction that threatened to set it on fire. "You're the best fucking little bitch I've ever dipped my prick in! Take it, you sweet cunt! Take all my cock-meat and just holler for more!"
"Yesss!" Janie bawled, bouncing up on the vinyl seat in afury of cock-hungry lunges. "Yes, yes, yes!"
It was a little past noon, and Hal had left the store with one of the relief clerks in order to drive Janie home from work.
But of course, they hadn't gone home. In fact, they hadn't gotten two blocks before Janie was unzipping Hal's fly and digging his cock out of its sheath, her head diving into his lap.
"I haven't had any cock all day, and I'm dying!" she'd gasped as her head went down, purring at his prick as if it was a microphone. "Take me out in the country where we can have some privacy. Hurry, before I explode!"
Weaving unsteadily on the road as her tender lips closed moistly over his cock, Hal had done as she suggested.
And not a moment too soon. Even with the first strokes of his cock into her tight little cunt, he felt his load of cum bubbling up in his balls and bursting free. Grunting hoarsely, he tore his prick into her cunt more furiously than ever as ripples of orgasm erupted in his cock and shot out load after load of hot sticky fuck-cream. "Uhh-uhh-" "Aaaaannnhhh!"
Janie shrieked and came in ecstatic undulations of joy, sucking his cum into her pussy until her cunt was brimming and overflowing. She bucked so fiercely, that even in the cramped quarters of the back seat, Hal had to cling to her thrusting ass in order not to be thrown off.
Finally, after she'd taken all his jizz and soaked her pussy of every ounce of tingling climax, she slumped. "Oh, fuck! That was good. What a way to relax after a hard day's work!"
"Christ!" Hal grinned, withdrawing his wet, drooping prick and pulling up his trousers. "I thought I'd been pussy-sucked before, but that cunt of yours is something else! If we could mass-produce that, I'd be a millionaire!*' Giggling, Janie watched as her boss slipped his wet cock into its trouser sleeve once more and climbed out of the back seat, easing behind the wheel.
As he started the car up, she slid over the seat and joined him, slipping her crumpled panties into her floppy handbag and smoothing down her skirt.
Hal grinned, pulling away from the sheltering copse of trees and out onto the road. "Just don't do any bending over after I get you home, young lady. I don't want your mother to find out what we've been up to!"
"Oh, don't worry about her," she said with a mysterious smile, her mind stirring with a new notion at his words. Cock-cream leaked from between her thighs, and she cuddled against him as they drove. It wasn't long before Mr. Palmer's free hand had sneaked under her dress once more, feeling his escaping jizz and pushing it back into her cunt with his ffrtgers.
"Ahhh. . ."
Janie enjoyed the drive home. As they pulled up before her house, the idea that had been forming in her mind became full-blown.
"Why don't you come in awhile, Mr. Palmer? I'll bet mom would like to meet you, and since we're going to spend the summer working so closely, that's the least you could do!"
"Well . . ." Hal started to say no, but her legs clamped teasingly on his hand and her fingers danced with precision, tugging his prick erect and draining the resistance out of him.
"Oh, what the hell. All right-but just for a minute. If I stay around you any longer than that, I'll have my prick up your cunt before you can yell, mother or no!"
Chuckling, he shut off the car and let the teenager clasp his hand, tugging him up the walk to the front door.
"Come on. Hurry!" she called, pulling him through. "And let's be quiet. When she meets you, I want it to be a big surprise!"
"I've got a surprise for you, darling." Helen smiled mischievously, her face gleaming wet as she rose from Gail's red-furred pussy.
Gail smiled sexily, still twitching in climax. "Ummm . . . what could be a better surprise than this? Getting your phone call again so soon, and after eating me the way you just did-my goodness, you're voracious for cunt today!**
She stretched lazily, arching her slick gaping cunt luxuriously after the tongue-fucking it had just got.
"Oh, I've got something even nicer than that." "You can come here now, dear. I think Mrs.
Wallace is just about ready to meet you." Clay stepped from where he'd been hiding, watching his mom lap up the gorgeous redhead's pussy. He stepped into sight, totally nude, his cock standing out before him like a fat, weaving snake, sniffing straight for that red flaming pussy.
Gail's eyes went wide with shock, falling automatically to his engorged cock as she gasped. "Clay! You were watching-Helen, it's your son! You . . . you let him stand there and see the whole thing . . . ?" Her voice fell away, the questions answered by the greedy look on her friend's face as Clay moved forward.
"More than that," Helen said, shifting position and dipping her hands down to spread Gail's legs wider. "Much more than that, lover. This is a surprise you're really going to enjoy."
"Yeah." Clay's voice was gritty as he climbed on the bed, devouring the pink stretched-open cunt before him with his gaze.
"Oh-" Gail was unable to tear her eyes from the boy's bobbing cock as she realized just what was about to happen. "Oh-oh my darling . . ."
Then her hand flashed out and grabbed Clay's prick firmly, pulling him to her.
She cooed as his thick prick slid between her soaked cuntlips, gliding hilt-deep and sliding back and forth as he began to fuck. It had been too long since she had had a prick all to herself, and the rhythmic pounding of his stiff cock-meat into her cunt was more than she could pass up.
"Ohh-oh yes, yes, lover! Fuck me nice like that! Fuck-ahh!-annnh ..."
Clay fucked his cock in and out, picking up speed.
Helen moved, climbing up on the bed and straddling the redhead's face so that she faced her son. "And just to make the surprise complete, I'm going to give you an extra treat, dear. My pussy to chew on while you're being fucked. Uhhh . . . that's right. Oh God-that's so right! Eat my cunt, honey. Eat meeee ..."
She began to undulate as Gail's tongue lashed up, skewering her pussy.
Bending upward, Clay managed to mouth one of his mom's bouncing tits without missing a fuck-stroke. Both women groaned and purred, and within moments, he was fucking and sucking with all his might.
"Muufff- "
"Oh yes, baby! Yes, yes!"
That was the moment Janie aa&Hal appeared, her hand still pulling on his as they reached the bedroom. They both froze at the door, gasping at the sight before them.
Clay was bent like a bow, his mouth clinging to his mom's big fat tit as he lunged frantically into Gail's cunt, reaming it out with his prick. Helen was twisting and hunching on the redhead's face, shoving her tits into her son's lips. The three of them came simultaneously, lurching and heaving and crying out.
"Oh my God! I'm comiiiing!"
"Mmmaaahhhmmm ..."
"Uhhh-"
Writhing in a mass of oblivion, they all soaked every bit of pleasure from their mutual orgasms and kept twitching to capture the last tingles. Gail's cunt sucked for all the teenage boy's spurting cum, and her tongue plowed up to drink Helen's pussy drool. At last, completely satiated, they sank in a heap.
"Well, it looks like we're not the only ones who like to fuck!" Janie's voice caught them off guard, and all three jerked around.
"Janie!"
"Hey, Mr. Palmer!"
"What the fucking hell-?" Hal blurted, astonished.
But Janie was already moving, unzipping her summer dress and squirming out of it. "This is my boss, everybody? Mr. Palmer, you know Clay, and that's Mrs. Wallace. My mom's the one on top, of course."
Hal's eyes traveled wonderingly over the surprised trio, then back to his employee in time to see her dress slide away, baring her lithe body in all its dazzling perfection. "Uh ... of course," he repeated for lack of better words.
"We thought we'd surprise you, Mom," Janie explained over her shoulder, turning to undo Hal's clothes. "But it looks like we all got a little surprise, doesn't it? Oh well, we might as well make the best of things.*'
"Oh shit-" Realizing for the first time that he was being stripped by the girl, Hal grabbed at her hands.
At that moment, Helen's voice caught Hal's full attention. "I think you may be right, dear. Come on in, Mr. Palmer-Hal-isn't it? Since you dropped by, you may as well stay for the fun."
The situation was too wild to resist. The next thing Hal knew, he was stripped naked, his cock swinging up hard and wagging at the sight of the two nude women on the bed.
With difficulty, he answered: "Ah, glad to meet you, uh . . . Helen. I must say this is ... what the hell . . ."
Helen laughed at that, fully aware of his gaze caressing her body. "I know how you feel, and I certainly hope Janie doesn't use this method to introduce me to everyone she brings to the house! But this one time ... I think I just might be able to forgive her ..."
Her gaze did its own caressing, swooping down to his thick swollen prick.
A slightly dazed but fully aroused Hal was led forward by Janie, and the next thing he knew, he was standing by the bed. Helen licked her lips, smiling at his cock. Then she reached over and clasped his prick tightly.
"Jesus Christ-"
Hal tore onto the bed, shoving Helen's tapered legs apart and thrusting his prick at one of the most beautiful rich-furred pussies he'd ever seen.
"Aaaaah!"
Helen cried out as his cock speared into her cunt, her pussy melting around its enormous thickness, closing over his prick with a snug, comfortable fit. Her hips arched in tune with his wild hungry fuck-stabs, and within moments, they were enmeshed in one of the most unusual introductions either of them had ever had.
Though she watched their first motions with avid delight, Janie had no intention of merely standing by. Turning her attention to Gail and Clay, she scampered to them.
"Come on, let's have fun!"
Clay's cock was already rigid from the spectacle of his mom getting fucked by another man, and he joined in happily. "Yeah, get over here where I can get some action too!" Then he turned grinning to Gail. "And you'll get another surprise, because my sister can eat pussy better than anybody!"
"Oh, is that right?" Gail's eyebrows arched, but that didn't stop her well fucked and eaten cunt from glowing all over again.
Janie dove in, burying her face in Mrs. Wallace's, slippery cunt and raising her hips up high for Clay. Her small pink tongue darted with an eagerness that had the redhead gasping, and her brother quickly slipped behind her and bored his cock deep in her cunt.
"Muhhmm ..."
Clay gave his sister's cunt a few swift fuck-strokes-just enough to get her cunt really hot, then pulled his prick free and placed its reddened head against her tight asshole.
"Now I'm going to fuck you the way you like best," he grunted, pushing his cock-knob forward relentlessly. "You're gonna take it all, Sis-and I mean now!"
He drove his prick into her, and she wailed.
"Muhhhh!"
Her practiced ass muscles opened to take his drilling cock, then closed on its base to hold his prick-shaft in tight while she slithered her tongue up Gail's cunt, making the redhead cry out.
"Oh, darling! That's precious! You are-oh my goodness! You really are a good cuntsucker! Eat me lover! Eat my cunt! Ann, yesss! Yes, honey, suck my cunt!"
Helen shrieked then, pounding to her climax. "Gaaannnhhh!"
In another instant, they were all reeling and thrashing, sobs mingling with cries and groans matching grunts as Hal and Clay drove their pricks into mother and daughter.
Then Hal blasted his second load of jizz for the day. Long fluid spurts of cum ripped into Helen's pussy, and she gave a scream of pure, uninhibited completion.
Almost in the same moment, Clay groaned and shot his fuck-cream deep in his sister*s ass pot, wrenching blissfully as she released a copy of her mother's scream into Gail's pussy.
"Lover!" Gail wailed, spasming on the girl's mouth in a luxury of climax.
Helen's bed was a frenzy of activity, of satiated whimpers and gyrating cocks and juicy joy.
When it was all over-when not a twinge of culmination had failed to be soaked from everyone -Helen sank with a satisfied sigh beneath her daughter's boss, happier and better fucked than she'd been in years.
It was true, she realized. They really were a horny family. A very horny family indeed!
But a happy one as well. Just a big, fucking, happy family.
