Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual relationships.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor.
While no one is advocating sex as the prime focus of life, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The characters in WITH HER SON'S BEST FRIEND are cases in point. Their story is one of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
What on earth did Cindy think she was doing? She was far too young to be fooling around with boys! Young people were probably fucking if they stayed out past ten p.m. Donna Farnsworth thought about her daughter as she glanced at the clock above the fireplace, her cunt so hot she thought she would die from the heat.
Fucking.
Was that all she could think about? Just because Cindy wanted to go out to that party, did it mean someone was taking off her clothes and fucking her?
Donna waved a dismissing hand in front of her face, trying to chase those awful thoughts from her mind. Just because she was thinking about men, about their cocks, about how they had made her feel once didn't mean her teen-aged daughter was flat on her back with her legs in the air.
Never ever had Donna been anything but a strict mother to her daughter, advising her about men, but leaving the final decision up to Cindy. Just because her own cunt was so moist and tight, her nipples poking up against her blouse didn't mean her daughter was wrapping her legs around some young boy and letting him fuck her.
She had to rest. Putting one finger up to her forehead, Donna walked across the living room, every step making her cunt hotter than before. She could feel the wet rubbing of her pussy walls against one another while her clit seemed to itch and throb more and more.
Steadying herself against the bar, Donna reached for a bottle of vodka, pouring in the clear liquor over some ice as she pressed her knees against the wood paneling. She had to get hold of herself. She was a mature woman, not some impressionable child. Closing her eyes, Donna sipped the vodka, feeling it tickle its way down to her belly. Her flesh was alive, her heart throbbing so hard while her cunt winked shut on thin air. She sighed, her fingers shaking against the glass making the ice cubes clink against one another.
Oh, how she needed a man! It was happening again, those wicked dreams that made her cum in her sleep, that made her stare at men in the supermarket from behind her sunglasses. If they only knew what was going on in her mind they probably would have fucked her right there in line! She could almost feel their hands rubbing hotly against her naked ass, rolling it around while they stuck their pricks into her pussy and took care of that itch driving her half mad right now.
"Ohhh!"
Donna took another sip, swallowing the vodka with two gulps while feeling her mind reel about. Yes, yes, the liquor was helping now. It was dissolving the fear, the frustration. Maybe she would go upstairs and finger-fuck herself. Donna pressed the side of the cool glass against her right cheek, closing her eyes and sucking in a ragged breath. Her fingers were her lovers now. What would her late husband have thought? What would her son think now if he could see her rutting like this in her living room! Thank goodness he was away at boot camp, not coming home for at least another three days. Surely she would be able to control herself by then. Footsteps!
Donna looked at the clock again. It was a little past ten. Well, she wouldn't say anything to Cindy for being a few minutes late. She smiled as she went to the front door and opened it.
"Oh!" Donna clung to the door, staring straight ahead at the six-foot-three black-haired soldier standing nearly at attention on her doorstep.
"Hi, Mrs. Farnsworth! Remember me, Eddy Roberts? I'm Jack's buddy from down the street."
"Yes, yes, of course. What . . . what on earth are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
Fear struck her heart as she saw his large khaki-colored bag on the steps next to him.
"Huh? Oh no, Jack's comin' tomorrow. We got off early. He had some things to take care of at base and told me to come down here. My mom and dad are away and he said I could stay with you, if that's okay," Eddy said, noticing a flicker of confusion fluttering across Donna's face.
She swallowed a lump of excitement, wishing Eddy would go away-and at the same time feeling ashamed of herself for that feeling.
"Of course. I'm sorry. I'm just a little tired. Please, come in, Eddy. Make yourself at home," she said, backing away and feeling as if she needed another drink.
"Gee, thanks, Mrs. Farnsworth. I hope you don't mind. He said you've got a guest room downstairs. I promise I won't be any trouble."
Donna examined the young man, finding her eyes roving around his thick-muscled body, his ruggedly handsome face, his thick black hair, and those burning dark eyes! She would have to go upstairs and finger-fuck herself, or she would surely make a fool of herself. She couldn't afford to do that, not in front of her son's best friend.
Pulling linen from the downstairs closet, she chatted easily with Eddy, finding him terribly amusing-and dangerously handsome. As they sat at opposite ends of the glass coffee table, the two of them talked easily about boot camp and about the assignment Eddy had gotten- Germany. Jack, he said, would have a special surprise for her when he arrived tomorrow.
When it was nearly eleven, Donna began to get nervous. Cindy was still not home. She thought about calling the house where the party was, then hesitated.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Farnsworth?"
"Oh, no. I'm just waiting up for my daughter. You're probably tired from the trip. Please, go to bed. I'll be in here, in case you need anything."
Her voice was so low, so throaty and husky. Had he picked up on the tone? Most men would have. But Eddy just walked away, scratching his head tiredly and yawning as he shuffled off to his room. Donna wondered why temptation was being thrown in her direction this way. How could her son have done this to her without even calling her?
For several minutes, Donna sat on the sofa quietly, listening to him pad from the bedroom to the bath, then back again. When she heard the door close, she let out a long, shivery breath, then reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down, down over her knees, down to her ankles. It was a terribly daring thing for her to do, especially considering Eddy was in the room down the hall and her daughter might walk in at any second. But the liquor was doing odd things to her. And the thought that she was doing something deliciously naughty excited her more and more. She knew she was blushing violently, her cheeks burning while her chest was dreadfully tight. Sliding the skirt up to her waist, Donna probed around the blonde fur of her cunt. With a sticky little sound, her outer pussy-lips came open. She sighed, letting her head roll back while she began stroking one fingernail lightly against her clit. "Oooooooh!"
She curled her toes until they cramped, shuffling off her sandals and rubbing her feet against the thick piling of the living room carpeting. She felt so wet down there. She thought about Eddy, about what he would have thought if he could see her like this-her legs spread, her knees bent slightly while her cunt was exposed, blonde and hot and wet! Donna giggled a little drunkenly, feeling the cunt hairs brush lightly over her hand. She sighed again, prying her cunt slit open while probing down into it. She moved her finger around, then pushed back, touching the tip of her clit. Donna's eyes fluttered open, her knees drawing together, her ass rolling on the couch.
Fucking! Yes, fucking with Eddy! The thought that her son's buddy would feel wonderful rolling on top of her, sticking his prick in her cunt made her clit longer and harder. Donna moaned, drawing her thighs together, moving them against one another while her nipples poked teasingly against her blouse. She wanted Eddy now, wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any man. Donna moaned again, rolling her head against the back of the sofa. She took in a shuddery breath, licking her bottom lip. She was using her middle finger, rubbing it way down her pussy slit, then bringing it up slowly, stopping each time to give a lingering tickle to her clit.
That was when Donna thought she would come apart, her legs jumping against one another while her ankles banged against the coffee table in front of her. She was so close, so close! The feel of those hot sloppy pussy folds against her finger was enough to make her dizzy. Her breathing changed again, growing shallower as she thought about fucking Eddy. Oh, he was so handsome in uniform, she thought, pushing in a second finger and twisting it around in her pussy. She would make him feel so good, better than those sluts she knew hung around outside the base.
Donna sighed again. Her thighs were ridged with tensed muscles.
"Eddy," she sighed, her cunt so swollen and red around the edges of her cuntlips.
"Yes, Mrs. Farnsworth?"
Donna stopped, holding her breath. Was that her imagination? Had she thought she'd heard him talk to her? Opening her eyes, she saw she hadn't!
Eddy was standing in front of her, stark naked, his long cock sticking straight out from his hairy crotch, while his balls were high, pressed against his fat cock root.
"No, no ... "
Donna fought to push down her skirt, rubbing her juice-slicked fingers against the material. She had to get out of here! She had been found out, and found out by her son's best friend! The consequences could be dreadful, especially if he talked! Donna felt out of balance, out of control as she struggled to get up.
But Eddy moved forward, pressing his hands lightly against her shoulders and pushing her back onto the sofa.
"I kinda thought something hot was going on with you," the young man said with a smirk. "When I got up to take another piss, I heard you moanin', then walked in and saw . . . this. You're really a hot woman, aren't you, Mrs. Farnsworth?"
"Eddy, you don't know what you're talking about. Just go to bed. We'll talk in the morning. I can explain."
"I don't think you can. You're hot, and I'm here, ready to take care of it."
"But ... but ... "
"I always dug you, Mrs. Farnsworth. Always wanted to fuck you. I always jacked off, thinking about your big tits, about your cute ass!"
"Eddy! Really!"
She was confused, her head light and buzzy. Her thighs felt as if they were on fire. Donna shut her eyes. The feel of the couch material under her naked ass prickled her. She spread her legs in spite of herself, licking her lips. She opened her eyes as Eddy came to her. She was so close to cumming, and now this stud, this exciting young man was standing in front of her with his hard cock waving in front of her mouth!
"Eddy, no..."
He was pushing her back, his hands on her shoulders, his knees pressing hers farther apart.
"I haven't been laid in a while . . . three weeks or so. Man, I'm so hot my balls are gonna blow up! And you're gonna take the pressure off."
"No, I . . . "
He was pushing his fingers through her hair, kissing her chin, then pushing his tongue into her mouth while rubbing his cock up against her juicy cuntal slit. It was mad, it was crazy! Again and again, Donna tried to push him away from her. But his prickhead was touching her clit now, that touch making the super-sensitive organ shrink back from direct contact while her cuntal muscles contracted and milked against nothing. Donna rubbed up against him in spite of herself, kissing him back, adoring the delicious feeling of having a naked man against her for the first time in a long while.
"Ohhh, yeah, you want that cock, don'tcha? You want that cock stickin' into you?"
"Yes! Oh yes, fuck me!"
Donna didn't care what he thought now. The vodka, the excitement, the surprise of having this handsome young man in her house-everything conspired against her. She bent her knees, lightly scissoring her thighs around his ass. Her face was red and pinched while her throat burned from the air she tried to suck into her lungs. Donna felt the couch pillow against the back of her head as Eddy began dry-fucking her, sliding his prick up and down, his hairy balls dragging over her crotch. He was opening her blouse, freeing her tits, kneading them with both hands now until her nipples stood up like tiny red peaks between his squeezing fingers. "Oooooooh!"
Donna closed her eyes, tearing her mouth from his and letting out a sigh of delight. She couldn't believe a man could do this to her again and draw out such wonderful feelings. Eddy's touch was all-encompassing, his fingers smoothing over her thighs, around the curves of her hips, then down to her ass. His tongue was sanding over her right nipple, his lips sucking on the nub while both hands pushed down around her ass cheeks, kneading them against one another. She lurched upward, grunting and perspiring with the effort. She wanted to have that cock in her!
"Oh, fuck me! Don't ease it in! Fuck me hard!" she begged.
"Yeah, baby, yeah! Gonna fuck you so hard it's gonna blow the back of your head off!"
He was kissing her tits again, his fingers roving around her ass cheeks until the fingertips were poking against her shitter! Donna's eyes fluttered open. He loved her ass. She could tell from the way he was touching her, feeling her buns, loving them with his fingers while his prick plowed up and down against her cuntal slit. She had been flattered, realizing that this young man from down the street had always dreamed of sticking his cock into her!
Eddy drew his prick back, angling it until the cockshaft was perpendicular to her cunt. She could feel the cocktip pressing against her clit, making more sexual electricity seep from it. Donna rolled her body again, feeling a layer of hot sweat forming between her belly and Eddy's. She was naked now, her blouse having slipped from her narrow shoulders moments ago. He was all over her at once, growling and snapping, licking her tits, then biting the nipples until she squealed with pain and pleasure. She was thrusting her hips up, her ass cheeks shivering against his touch while she silently begged for his prick. The fever of insatiable itching pleasure was raging over her. She had to have him just as much as she had to have air to breathe!
"Now!" Eddy rasped.
He fucked into her, flattening back her cuntlips and pushing down all the way. Donna kept her ass still and flat against the sofa cushions, her legs trembling, her head shaking as she felt that huge cock of his fucking into her. It was so odd, so weird having something that big in her once more! She gasped, her fingernails digging into his broad shoulders as inch after thick inch of cockmeat slipped into her pussy. Almost immediately, her pussy muscles closed down, relaxed, then cinched down again. She was milking him, her cunt caressing his fucking prick as he pushed down into her. Donna groaned, her head rolling from side to side.
His cocklance was halfway in her when she felt her climax starting. Oh, she had been too hot, far too hot to take this young stud the way she should have. She began bucking her thighs up and down, feeling his prick stirring around inside her cunt. If only she could hold out for a few more seconds. She could take all of him with the full fury of her climax! She would be able to feel him cumming inside her, filling her cunt with his jizz. She bucked her ass crazily back and forth, her fingernails scratching across his back, the heels of her feet beating against his ass.
"Come on, Donna, come on, baby, come on, Mrs. Farnsworth, work that ass! Yeah, work that butt around against my hands while I fuck you deep!"
"Deeeeeeeeeep!"
Donna pushed her head back against the pillow, the fire burning through her clit now. She felt her cunt catch fire again and again while flames of incredible goodness licked up her ridging thighs. Eddy was getting worked up to the point of no return now, going crazy on top of her, letting his full weight crush her into the sofa. He was frantic, pumping his hips back and forth, fucking his cock into her cunt until Donna thought she would come apart. She loved the feel of his prick in her, spreading her pussy open, rummaging around in her body until she thought she would die. She wiggled her plump but firm ass against his hands, feeling one finger finally shove up into her shitter.
That was enough for Donna. She opened her mouth and let out a baleful cry, her throat so tight, so dry as she came against his fucking prick.
Donna could feel his hips pause for a moment, then shove down, his prickmeat rushing through her cunt channel and burying itself deep in her body. It was more than she could stand. Donna jerked her hips up, her ass hanging in mid-air, her tits trembling while more and more jizz shot into her sucking cunt hole. Oh, this young stud had done so much for her right now, making her feel so wild, so wonderful, so young!
"Oooooohhhhh!"
How long her climax had lasted, Donna had no idea. When she opened her eyes she discovered herself sprawled on the couch, Eddy having just pulled his prick from her slackening cunt. He was steadying himself against the coffee table, looking down at her with big cow eyes.
"That was great, Mrs. Farnsworth."
"I think you can call me Donna now ... at least, in private. You . . . you won't tell Jack or . . . or Cindy, will you?" Donna said hesitantly, that blush returning to her cheeks.
"Why should I spoil a good thing?" he replied, pressing one hand against her cheek.
It wasn't the answer she was looking for, but one better than nothing. Had she done something she would regret? What would she do if he talked? She would think of that later. Right now she thought of Cindy once more as Eddy padded bare-footed back to the bathroom. Where on earth could that girl be?
Chapter Two
"It's getting late. My mom's gonna have my head if I get home this late," Cindy said, glancing at her watch and feeling a lump of fear choke her.
"Don't worry. I'll think of something. Come on, have another drink. The stuff's great."
Cindy hesitated, giving Billy Beddingfield a nervous look. The other kids were getting high on booze all around her, including Kathy, her very best friend. She was there in a corner with Warren, giggling while he was feeling her up and down.
Cindy frowned. She wouldn't let a guy feel her up like that, especially in public. Billy was getting drunker, nearly spilling the liquor on her frilly blue dress. He obviously wanted to get something going with her. Cindy pushed his hand away, taking the bottle and sighing. Billy produced another cup, holding it while she poured. It was supposed to be a supervised party. That was what she'd told her mother before leaving. But there were so many kids there, and Kathy's mom was running around frantically, trying to keep the food and regular punch refilled.
Six of them had managed to sneak up here and Justin, that college guy sitting opposite her and grinning now, had brought some booze up. He was alone, sitting there, just watching and drinking, staring at her. His eyes made Cindy feel all hot and shivery between her legs. He was turning her on more than Billy, even though she'd been dating Billy for the past six months.
"Billy, ohhhhh!"
While she'd been drinking and studying Justin, Billy had slipped one hand between her soft, silken thighs, touching her panty crotch.
Defensively, she closed her legs against his probing hands, trapping them while Billy pressed his lips against the side of her neck and started licking. Cindy shivered, not really wanting to crawl away from him, but feeling he shouldn't be touching her there ... at least, not there at the party. "Billy!"
"I wanna fuck you." "What?"
She thought the whole world could hear him. She looked up at Justin and thought she saw him grinning even more. She could have died with shame!
"I said, I wanna fuck you, Cindy. C'mon, there are some empty bedrooms up here. Kathy's got a big house and ..."
"You just sit down," she said evenly, pushing Billy hard against the wall.
How he was working her up with those words! She was trying to play cool, to play the offended virgin. But she was curious about guys and what they did with girls. She and Kathy talked a lot about sex lately . . . too much, she thought, especially when that talk made her little unplowed cunt so hot and tight right there in the school cafeteria. Her pussy was that way now. The swollen lips of her cunt tingled so deliciously, and she wished in a way Billy would have been more insistent. If he would ask just one more time . . .
"C'mon, Cindy," he pleaded, rubbing his fingers against her calf.
Cindy looked at Justin, feeling the blood rush to her face. His grin was even wider now, and he winked at her. She shivered. She hardly knew this guy opposite her. Kathy had said something about him being Debbie Winger's friend. But Kathy and Cindy hadn't seen Debbie around. And there was Justin, studying all the girls, and especially Cindy. She scrambled to her feet, feeling a little woozy from the liquor. Someone grabbed at her legs as she walked by. Was it Justin? She didn't want to look down. Kathy was moaning somewhere in the corner. Warren must be touching her in all the right places.
"Down here," Billy said, taking her arm.
They walked down the narrow upstairs hall, the sounds of the music thudding downstairs. Billy pushed her into one room, closing the door behind them. He was drunker than she was. Cindy wondered if he could . . . perform. Then she felt his hands around her, his hands busy with her blouse, her skirt. He had her things off in no time, leaving her standing there in her bra and panties.
Cindy shivered with fear. She hadn't ever gone this far with a guy and wondered now about doing it. But Billy was kissing her narrow shoulders, his fingers moving down her boyish hips, then curling around the elastic waistband of her panties. At the same time, she felt his Levi's sliding down, then felt something very hot pressing against her panty-crotch. She knew what it was! His prick! He purposely hadn't worn any shorts this evening-to make it easier to fuck her. Men! They were so sure of themselves! Cindy wanted to push him away. Then she felt him slide her panties down, his prickhead plowing up her cuntal slit and touching her clit. Cindy went limp, her knees banging against Billy's while her body caught fire.
"Oh wow, Cindy! Wow!" He was panting unashamedly.
"Am I pretty?"
"God yes! Yes!"
He circled her small waist, pulling her against him. Then he let her go and started pulling off his shirt. His cock looked so big, so very long and thick in the darkness. Cindy had seen plenty of pictures in those dumb sex education books, and she and Kathy and some of the other girls had talked about the guys and how they were built. But this was the very first time she had seen a man's cock up close for real! She let out a short gasp, drawing back while feeling another shiver race up her spine.
"Something wrong?" Billy asked.
"No. It's just that you're . . . you're so big and I never did anything like this before and . . .and . . . "
"Nothing to worry about."
"But-"
There was a little knot of fear in her belly. She knew she was going to be changed in a few minutes, changed forever. She was going to let Billy tear through her cherry. She was about to give her virginity away to a guy she didn't even love. Billy. He was a nice guy, but she could never really get crazy over him. Not like the way Juanita Brown and Debbie Winger had gotten crazy over that guy Justin.
"Oh, wow, Cindy, we're gonna have a good time," Billy said.
"But it's gonna hurt, and ..."
She let him hold her to reassure her. The thought that she was going to have a cock inside her frightened her to death.. She thought about her mother, about all the warnings. But she didn't care, feeling those fears melt away as she felt the nakedness of his body pressing against hers. He was trembling just as much as she was. Cindy kissed his neck as he lowered her down, down onto the bed. He felt gently along her furred cuntal slit with his fingers, then pressed in against the soft bunched flesh of her cherry. Cindy let out a gasp.
"I thought ... I mean, aren't you ..."
"I think I should tear it a little first with my finger."
"What? Who told you that?"
But she knew. She knew it had to be that guy Justin sitting in the corner. He'd been talking with the younger guys downstairs, gathering them together like a teacher with his class. She had heard them laughing dirtily, Billy looking back every now and then at Cindy and winking slyly at her. She could just imagine the things they had been talking about. It made her skin crawl, even now. And one of those things must have been about fucking a girl for the first time. No wonder Justin had winked at her, grabbed at her leg. He had encouraged Billy to do this, and had even told him how!
"Owww! You're hurting me!"
She gasped out another cry, clutching at his back while arching her spine from that probing finger.
"Easy, easy ..." he whispered.
Cindy closed her eyes. She could imagine Justin's face even now in the darkness of the bedroom. It was as if he were there coaching Billy, telling him what to do, how to fuck her. Cindy felt a spasm pass through her cunt, a pleasurable tingly spasm while he pushed in more.
"Don't wriggle around so much!"
"It's hurting me," Cindy groaned.
She could feel Billy's finger knuckle-deep in her cunt. And still her cherry hadn't torn. She panted hotly against his cheek, wishing it would be over, wishing he would do it with his cock like most men . . . wishing . . .
"Uh!" She jerked her ass from the sudden sensation of jagged pain and the unfamiliar feeling of being penetrated.
Slowly, Billy drew out his finger, wiping it on the coverlet.
"Oh, I'm bleeding! I can feel it!" Cindy gasped, feeling panic rise in her.
Billy was no help. He was just resting, panting eagerly. Then she felt his body resting heavily against hers. Cindy could feel his prick pushing into her cunt, his fingers clutching her narrow shoulders in an attempt to keep her still. He had bent back, kissing her tits, sliding down a little to shove his cockmeat into her pussy. Filtered light came through the curtained windows.
Cindy was dizzy, half crazy with what was taking place. She wanted to say something to him. But her mouth was so dry. She licked her lips. Billy took that as a signal to kiss her, covering her mouth with his, wallowing his tongue against hers until she gagged with his spit.
"Ooooooh, oh God!"
"How does it feel to you?"
"It's . . . it's weird. It hurts a little. But not too much," she said, not wanting to spoil the fun for both of them.
"Yeah, it's real good for me, too!"
Cindy concentrated on her pussy, on the stretched, itchy cuntlips that were tightening around Billy's prodding prick. She had never felt those muscles work that way, and it made her breathless with the sensation. Oh, fucking was so good. It had to be the best thing in the whole wide world!
She tightened her cuntlips on the spur of the moment, surprised when she felt Billy tense above her, his fingers digging into her shoulders. He was groaning something she couldn't understand, his knees knocking against hers while he gasped another kiss against the side of her neck. His prick was doing weird things, jerking and jumping in her cunt. Cindy smiled weakly, delighted to know she had some control over this big, muscular man pinning her to the bed. Relaxing her cunt, Cindy tightened it again just as he fucked two more inches of his cock into her pussy. Billy let out another moan, his hands smoothing down over her shoulders, caressing her hips, then moving down to her ass. Oh, it was so wicked feeling his hands down there, teasing her ass, squeezing her ass cheeks. She knew guys kept looking at girl's asses. Billy was having some fantasy coming true now, squeezing her ass cheeks while fucking her.
"Oh wow, Cindy! I never knew a girl . . . uhhh . . . could do something like that!"
"Me neither!"
His hand slipped down to her cunt, feeling all around where his prick was sticking in, then working up until it was massaging the area around her clit lightly. She sucked in a breath, digging her chin into Billy's shoulder. He was pressing her down. He was so heavy, so insistent. Oh, he was so good fucking her this way! "Uhhhh!"
Billy was pulling his prick out, tugging at her cuntal walls, the reverse action making Cindy shiver all over. She could feel the suction teasing against her nerve endings, making them all stand up while cunt juice frothed out around his cock. It was all so shockingly good. Cindy let out another gasp, rolling her head. Billy was panting in her ear now, biting the sensitive lobe while pulling his cock nearly all the way out. No! She wanted him all in her now. She wanted him fucking her all the way, sliding all his prickmeat into her so she could feel it stretching her cunt. Cindy was about to say something when he paused, his prickhead barely in her cunt, rubbing teasingly back and forth until the girl thought she would lose her mind. She grunted through clenched teeth, her fingernails scratching along his broad shoulders. Cindy tensed her legs, pressing her heels against his back, trying to get his cock into her pussy once again.
There! Now he was doing it, fucking his thick hunk of cockmeat into her cunt, sweat starting to drip from his forehead and splash against her tits. His cock was starting to move a little faster, the combination of sensations driving a new feeling up into her. It flashed along her spine, out to the tips of her fingers. No, no, he was fucking too hard, too fast. The knot of hot sensation spun around and around in her belly, making her swivel her hips.
"Cindy, Christ! Where did you come from? Uhhhh! If I didn't know better ..."
Cindy knew what he was going to say. She was fucking as if she'd done this sort of thing before. That thought made her shudder with excitement. She smoothed her hands over his humping back, feeling the shivering sensation that raced through his body as well. He leaned forward, resting the knob of his prick against her clit. The sensation drove Cindy wild, making her thrust her hips wildly up and down while drumming her legs against his lower back. She was rutting like a young mare in heat, thrashing under him, wriggling her ass until she thought she would go insane with the pleasurable sensations.
She clutched him with her tensing thighs, sweat dripping from her face and under her arms as she fucked back for all she was worth.
The heat and friction grew, the former pain combining with the lascivious joy now building in her more and more. Oh, how delicious it was having that wet, sliding fucker in her cunt! She was impaled, sacrificing herself to Billy's big cock. Cindy called out his name again and again, her world turning into a swirling mass of yellow, flashing lights blinding her.
Billy changed tack now, grinding his belly against the top of her cuntal mound. The fiery friction of her torn cherry added to the electric shocks jolting from her clit. Cindy beat her heels against the boy's thighs, thrusting her body from side to side.
She could hear the squishing pistoning fuck-strokes as they grew faster and faster. Billy was growling now like a mad dog, kissing her, biting her, his hands mauling her. She felt herself drowning, her mind disappearing in the bath of her cock-filled pussy. The noise of her pulse increased. Someone was yammering. It was her!
Cindy couldn't believe the sensation welling up in her now. It was as if her belly were swelling, bulging out with sensation as Billy stopped his fucking, bracing his body up with his strong arms and looking down at her. Cindy couldn't stop moving. If he didn't fuck her, she would thrust her body up and down in those movements. She fucked herself, bouncing her white, shivering ass up and down against the mattress until her hair was bouncing around her face. She felt the heat increase more and more while the itchy throbbing surrounding her erect clit grew intense. Her hips churned and rolled while her nipples scratched deliciously against the boy's chest. Soon she would be cumming, feeling that sensation her mother had been so embarrassed to talk about.
"Oh man, Cindy ... I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!"
She didn't care. She wanted to feel him shooting his cum-load in her, filling her up while she danced her ass that way under him. A great vibration was starting down in her cunt, making the cunt walls squeeze against the boy's fucking cock while his balls tightened and readied themselves to send out gouts of white-hot jizz into her cunt.
"Now, Cindy . . . ohhhhh, fuck!"
She felt him shuddering on top of her, his body pounding wildly while his prick jerked and twitched in her pussy. Yes! Yes! She could feel something spattering into her cunt, globbing up against her pussy walls as she wailed and beat her fists against his chest. He was cumming as he'd threatened, his legs pinning hers to the mattress. She opened her eyes wide, staring at him. Cindy thought she felt herself blast into millions of tiny pieces, her mind shattering as she came with a wild fury.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cried out.
Huge, splintering noises filled her mind as one monstrous wave after another racked her. She bucked under the ramming cock-strokes of her young lover, her opened eyes only vaguely seeing the shadows of the bedroom around her. After another moment, Cindy let her mind and the awesome power of her climax escape in a long, high wail of pleasure. Her fingers dug into Billy's lean ass, dragging his cock even deeper into her cunt.
She closed her eyes and let the fading waves of her orgasm carry her away. In a few moments, her hearing returned and she felt Billy slow down his fucking. It had been beautiful!
"Oh, wow, that was great! Was it good for you, baby?" Billy said.
Baby? She didn't like the sound of that word, especially coming from Billy. She wasn't his "baby," although she realized this wasn't the time to complain about it. He had made her feel things she didn't think were possible.
She smiled and nodded her head. "Uh-huh."
"God! Sure is messy down there. I'll get a towel to clean up. There's gotta be a bathroom around here someplace."
Cindy lay there as Billy pulled out his slimy, softening prick. She could feel the shuddering waves of climax still, her nipples twitching and tingling with each teasing pinch.
Billy had been good. But something told her there were better techniques, better men out there than this one. Cindy blushed. Those weren't thoughts a girl like her was supposed to have. She had better be careful or she'd get a reputation of being fast.
Then, while Billy was out of the room, she thought again of Justin. She blushed. He had arranged all this, she knew. And why? Did he want Billy to break her in before . . .no, that was Billy. Still, she would have to watch herself, especially with her older brother coming home and all.
Chapter Three
Donna sat in the breakfast nook finishing her coffee. It was a cloudy day, a couple of dark-gray clouds lolling over one another like two people . . . fucking.
She shivered, sipping more of the strong brew. Drawing her knees together, she tried to piece together the events that had thrown her into Eddy's arms. It was all so incredible she could hardly believe it now as she sat in her cotton robe looking out at the depressing scene in her garden. The tall oak drooped as if depressed while the brilliant colors of her flower garden seemed faded under the gray, dull light. That was how her life had been, she thought, until Eddy had stuck his cock into her. "God!"
How improper! Never, ever would she have thought of something like that if it hadn't been for that fuck-session three nights ago. She would have to be on her best behavior now. She signaled Eddy the same message when they were all at dinner last night with her son Jack. There couldn't be a repeat of their fucking! It was too dangerous. God only knows what would happen if Jack and Cindy were to discover that their mother had been fucking young men. She could imagine their shock.
Donna sighed, finishing her coffee and looking up at the kitchen clock just over the stove. Nine-thirty. Cindy had long since left for school, and Jack was still asleep. It was nicely quiet, dangerously so.
Eddy was up, having gone in the back yard to help clean up things. She didn't like that look in his eyes this morning. They had said little. But she could tell when a man was on the make. He had had some pussy, and now he was straining for more. Donna shrugged, feeling her flesh heat up and shiver deliciously. Well, Eddy would have to look around for some pussy in another place. She wasn't going to place her family in jeopardy just so he could get off one more time.
She heard the back screen opening.
"Uh, Donna, I was looking for the rake. Got a lotta leaves on the grass. Not too good for it," Eddy said, drawing one hand over his sweaty forehead.
"Oh, it's in the shed, just behind the garage."
Her fingers were like ice! Why couldn't she control herself better? Instinctively, she drew the yellow cloth of her gown closer around her tits, feeling her cunt simmer under his steady gaze. Lowering her eyes, she could feel her face flushing beet red. Good God! She was acting like a young girl on her first date!
"Thanks! Damn! For a cloudy day, it's sure warm out there," Eddy said, leaning against the doorway, then turning and starting to pull his white cotton T-shirt off.
Donna was about to stop him, then bit her pouty lower lip. It was better they said little to one another. A conversation would lead to the bedroom, she was sure.
The screen door banged shut like a guillotine blade, severing her from pleasure, she thought. Well, that was her cross to bear. Rising from the table, Donna shuffled to the stove, poured herself another coffee and tried to ignore the heat licking up her thighs.
"Ow!"
Donna spilled coffee on her hand. She put down her cup, dabbing the burning liquid from her hand and telling herself once more she couldn't be thinking of things like this. The steady rubbing sound outside caught her attention. Moving to the sink, she peered through the window, watching Eddy raking the lawn. Her heart was skipping beats while her fingers tightened around her coffee cup. Why couldn't she get hold of herself? Was she turning into some kind of nympho?
But she couldn't take her eyes off him. She watched for a long time. He moved around the back yard easily, his torso naked, wet with sweat. That was how her cunt was now-hot and wet.
"Good God!"
He had caught her staring at him, her eyes burning through the window, her gown having opened partially. He was resting now on the rake, pushing his fingers through that curly black hair of his. Donna wanted to pull back, but found herself riveted to the spot.
He seemed to be thinking of something. Then dropped the rake and began sauntering toward the house, his hands jammed in the back pockets of his tight-fitting Levi's. As she dropped the cup into the sink and backed against the stove, she knew what was going to happen. She should have taken a shower, a cold one. That would have stopped the feelings burning through her veins.
Now she could only think of one thing ... of fucking, fucking her son's best friend once more. All her fine, earlier resolves evaporated like the mist under the morning sun as the door creaked open and Eddy stepped in.
"I know you're worried about Jack and your daughter. Don't worry," he said, his voice low and husky.
"I'm always worried about them," Donna said, her eyes wide."
Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he could hear it. A flush spread up from her cunt, warming her belly, making her nipples friction against her gown. She could throw it open now, declare herself like a wanton whore.
Instead, she stood still by the stove, feeling the control knobs pressing in against her ass.
"Donna. We can't pretend nothing's going on. Man, I can't stop thinking about you."
"You just want an easy lay. It's a shoo-in, right?" she said, hating every word she was saying. "I mean, your best friend's mother, right here under his nose. She's a widow, easy to bait, ready to slip into bed with any man who gives her half a glance."
She curled her fingers until the nails bit into her sweaty palms. She prayed Jack was still a heavy sleeper.
"That's not true and you know it!" Eddy said.
He walked over to her, putting his big hands on her shoulders. She could feel them burning through the thin material, making her pulse race more and more. Her lips curled into a smile. She was falling into a trap, but what a silken one. And the more Eddy held her, the more she could feel his breath pumping against her face, the more she wanted him! He was gathering up the material in his hands now, spreading her gown open. She could feel herself being stripped naked right there in her kitchen.
"No, not here! Please, this is crazy!" she whimpered.
Eddy stopped, swallowing hard while staring steadily down at her. She knew there was no turning back now. Nothing short of her son walking in could stop them.
"Then my room?" he suggested.
"Yes, yes, anywhere but here," she answered breathlessly, gathering her gown around her once more.
They walked quickly through the kitchen, Donna's fine golden hair trailing behind her. She could feel him staring at her, his eyes burning into her. There was no mistaking the sensations she felt in the damp, hot softness between her thighs.
"In here," Eddy said.
Jack's room was upstairs, far away from them, from any sounds they might make. She swallowed down a lump of excitement. There was no liquor she could blame now for what she was doing. The door closed and locked securely behind her.
Untying the belt from her gown, Donna shrugged off her robe, watching herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Yes, she could easily see why Eddy was so taken with her. She was more than well preserved for someone in her mid-thirties. Her tits sagged very little for being so large, and she hadn't lost her trim waist yet. Her ass was still firm, nearly as firm as Cindy's. She could see certain salacious curves in herself that Cindy had inherited, nice curves. Behind her she could see Eddy moving both hands around his fly, rubbing his cock, no doubt, through his jeans. He was enjoying this, watching her watch herself. There was no problem in getting this man interested in her. "Donna . . ."
She felt the hot seepage of her cuntal juices while her heart pounded as if it were going to explode. She hungered for a man's touch.
"Get in bed," he said confidently.
The command was simple enough, demanding. Donna turned from the mirror and pulled back the blue coverlet, sliding her lithe legs over the smooth cotton sheets. On her back, she watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Eddy pulled off his muddy boots, then unfastened the top button of his jeans. She was breathing hard now, her nipples becoming thick, tumid nubs that wanted to be licked and bitten.
The ugliness of it was growing more and more misty. She felt drawn toward the wicked, the rebellious. The naughtiness of what she was doing made her even hotter. With a frustrated groan, Donna threw her hands down to her cunt, letting her fingers trail along the outer cuntlips while her thumbs flicked against her clit. She felt her knees jerk up slightly, then fall to the bed.
It was too much for the young man standing in front of her.
"Damn! You're hot, real hot!" he said excitedly.
He pulled off his Levi's, his cock looking slicker, thicker, longer than she had remembered it. Donna stretched out her arms, begging him silently to come to bed.
"Man, we're gonna fuck our brains out!"
"Oh, Eddy! Oh God, I don't know what's going to happen to me!"
"Don't worry about it," he whispered.
He was on the bed now, between her widely splayed legs, studying her, then moving between her thighs while his hands grabbed her just below the knees. He lowered his head, tonguing her navel, watching as her belly shivered and she pressed her head into the pillow behind her. Donna couldn't stop her ass from moving in that obscene, sifting way. He grunted with satisfaction, drawing his tongue up and down on either side of her belly button, leaving long wide trails of spit on her flesh. She arched her spine, urging the young man to fuck her with his tongue. "Uhhhh!"
He drew down, down, his thick, warm lips tickling her inner thighs. He was purposely keeping away from her cunt, teasing her until she couldn't take it any longer. Donna grabbed his head, trying to pull it down into her crotch. He knew what she wanted, drawing the tip of his tongue down around the swollen outer pussy labes, barely touching the red, puffed edges while more juice oozed from her cunt slit and wet down the wrinkled top sheet.
Donna writhed her hips, panting hard. She gasped as Eddy brushed his tongue over all the sensitive spots between her legs. And then . . . and then he pushed at her, hungrily raking his tongue just under her cuntal mound and upward. Donna felt the world burning all around her, jerking her hips up, burying the man's face in her hot, furry pussy. She spread her legs for his mouth. Eddy was pushing into her cunt with his nose, sniffing around the steamy, soaked pussy flesh. She kicked one leg out as the tense thrills built more and more.
Looking up and blinking her eyes clear, Donna saw his prick bobbing up and down, sticking straight out between those hairy muscular legs spread wide for her. She shuddered, remembering how it had felt to have something that thick and long pushing into her body. Oh, how she wanted it! But not before he had worked her to a frenzy with his mouth. Through her head ran a shadowy fantasy of people fucking-fucking in three's and four's, her family all fucking together!
Donna babbled with lust, holding Eddy's head down as he licked into her pussy. She could feel his tongue now sliding along the sensitive inner curves of her cuntlips, then pressing in against her pussy folds. Propping herself up on her elbows Donna watched as her cuntal hairs clung together in wet little curls. Eddy was licking her cunt slot, then going down and fitting his mouth to her pussy. She collapsed back onto the bed, clawing her fingers against the sheet while her knees jerked up, fell down, then jerked up again.
His tongue was fucking her now, probing her cunt, licking up and down against all the slick lumps and hollows. She could feel the muscles of her cunt cramping and convulsing, clamping down on his tongue as if it were his prick! Another hot flash burned through the woman, making her twist her hips while her legs drummed against the mattress. "Oh!"
Eddy stuck one finger in her cunt, then two, twisting them around while flicking his tongue rapidly in and out. He was thumbing her clit as well, making the woman grunt through her clenched teeth. Donna humped wildly in a fury, jerking her ass up and tossing it around in tight little circles. She was whimpering now, begging Eddy to eat her more. She could feel her climax growing closer now as the thumbing around her clit eased. Oh God, it was as if that tiny organ were sending sparks showering into her cunt! She let out a cry, whipping her legs against the bed, hugging Eddy with the insides of her knees as he was bringing her up to the crest.
"Now, baby, now!"
His tongue was out, his body flattening against hers while his prickhead probed into her cunt. Donna snapped her head from left to right, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks. His cockhead was so hot, so hot and hard against her cunt. And yet it was sliding in so easily, pushing into her pussy, spreading her thighs farther apart, her ass muscles tensing as she inched her legs back to give Eddy more fucking room. He was kissing her throat now, feeling her ass, then touching her shitter with his fingers. She could smell her cunt on his cheeks, the aroma triggering yet more hot sensations in her body.
"Ohhh, stuff me! Dick me! Fuck me!"
She was using expressions she hadn't used for years! Donna felt so young, so free while this handsome stud was nailing her to the bed with his cock.
And then he stopped mid-way, edging down his heat and cupping his lips around her right nipple. He sucked hard, drawing the tit up from her upper chest while biting gently with his sharp teeth. Donna yammered for mercy, beating her fists against the mattress as unspeakable jolts of pleasure tore cries of lust from her throat. His hands were down around her ass now, pinching the white flesh, slapping it until her buns reddened under the playful attack.
Donna couldn't stop moving. Her shivering moans and squirming seemed to set the young stud off into yet a wilder fury. He was making strange animal sounds while he fucked her. She could feel her passion about to peak. She lay there, shivering on the brink, feeling as if she would surely die as her cunt throbbed, aching for release. Just one push, just a little bit, and she would fall over the edge. "Oh!"
Eddy fucked in all the way, biting down on her nipple while rotating his hips around so his cock hairs pricked her clit like tiny knives. It was all the woman needed. A hoarse cry broke from her throat as Donna jerked and twitched like a woman possessed. She swore like a sailor, thrashing around on the bed under him. Eddy was swearing at her, calling her every filthy name he could think of as he slammed his cock in and held it there. Yes, yes, she could feel it, feel the orgasm washing into her, slicking down her cuntal walls! Her cunt snapped shut, holding his cockmeat there and milking at it as they came and came and came!
When it was over, Donna blinked her eyes clear, smoothing her fingertips over his broad shoulders. He had gotten up early to help clean up the yard. Well, it still needed raking, but she certainly was in good condition.
"You okay?"
"Oh, yes! I feel wonderful!" she whispered, afraid to break the mood.
"I didn't mean for this to happen," he said, licking her still-stiff nipples while his hands refused to leave her firm ass. "I thought the one time-well, you know, two people alone and all that. But then I saw you looking out the window at me, and I knew we were gonna do it again."
Donna sighed. Fucking was becoming less and less a threat to her. She loved the feel of this young man on top of her, of his prick still in her cunt, throbbing softly while her cummy cuntal walls snugged up against it. She felt so young, so much like a teenager again. Donna knew she couldn't keep this up. But at least for a while, at least for a few more days, there certainly could be no harm in satisfying herself this way. She had been denied pleasure for so long.
"Soon, again?"
Donna bit her lower lip. How could she say no?
Chapter Four
God, was Cindy's mom freaked out! She couldn't seem to do anything right. She was dropping dishes all the time, looking as if she were about to jump right out of her skin.
Cindy pursed her lips together thoughtfully, closing the woman's magazine she had been flipping through. Was there something secret going on? Cindy remembered one time when her mother was dating and she tried to hide it from her and her brother. She had acted the same way then. Somehow, the thought of her mother involved with a man frightened Cindy. Her mother fucking, tossing around in the bed the way she and Billy had? It was almost obscene. "Hi, Sis!"
"Oh, Jack! I was just daydreaming," Cindy said with a wan smile.
"Yeah, I know how that can be. You haven't seen Eddy around, have you?"
"No. I guess he must be outside or something," Cindy said, vaguely remembering the odd way her mother had acted when her brother's friend came near her. Was something going on there? The thought made the girl shudder once more.
"Hey, you haven't seen my bathrobe around, have you? Thought I put it in my bedroom last night."
Cindy looked at her brother and shrugged again. He was standing in front of her, a white towel wrapped around his narrow waist. She could see why girls like Kathy flipped over her big brother. She could sense something going on between her own legs as well as she studied his full pecs, his washboard stomach, those muscular legs made even stronger by his recent weight-lifting.
She could feel her nipples growing hard, the tender pink buds pricking up against her blouse while her pussylips snugged together like the lips of a drawspring purse. She wriggled her pert little ass against the sofa and felt her cuntal labes rub together. Oh, what a naughty girl she was turning into!
"Oh!" she gasped.
Jack was standing near her when his towel slipped off, his big cock hanging dangerously close to her mouth. Cindy shrank away, wrinkling her forehead and staring up at her naked brother. Jack gave her a sheepish look, grabbing up the towel and tugging it loosely around his waist. Cindy felt her cheeks burning hot, nearly as hot as they had flushed when she had caught Justin smirking at her. Would things always be this way? Would she always feel so out of sorts with men, even her own brother?
"Something wrong?" His voice was a little lower.
Jack sat on the couch, leaning back while scratching his chin. Cindy could feel the pull of something tugging at her, making her want to roll into her brother's arms. This was stupid! She had to be out of her mind. Cindy thought she would get up and walk to her room, maybe call Kathy and find out what happened between her and Warren after she and Billy had fucked. Then Cindy realized Jack was staring at her tits. Her nipples were so hard, poking up against the thin white material.
"No. Nothing is wrong," she said huskily, hardly able to move because of the embarrassment.
"Somebody's working you up, Cindy. I can see that. Eddy? Has he been making passes at you?"
Cindy thought she could detect anger in his voice. Alarmed, Cindy turned toward her brother and shook her head vigorously.
"Honest, nothing's happened. Just thinking about Mom. I don't know what's going on with her. I think she's . . . fooling around, or something."
"Mom?"
Jack threw back his head and laughed, his towel coming loose around his waist again. Cindy swallowed down a lump of excitement, doing better at keeping her cool. She could feel her cunt swelling, her clit slowly rising from the surrounding moist pussy flesh while her thighs alternately chilled and burned with desire. She knew that feeling. She had had it all that night when Billy had taken her to the bedroom at Kathy's and fucked her. And now she was feeling it again, but with her brother Jack! This wasn't right. And now she could see his prick poking up the material of the towel, pushing up as if ... as if he were getting a hard-on!
"Billy . . . Billy's supposed to call me later. Maybe I should give him a ring."
Cindy started to squirm up from the sofa. Jack grabbed her wrist and lightly pulled her back down to the cushions. Cindy wished she could have dropped through the floor. She was feeling so odd. She was terrified her face would show her thoughts, the feeling of lust whirling around in her head. She was dizzy, unsure of herself. Cindy had only been with Billy, and that was just one time. Things had happened so quickly. Just the thought of fucking again, and especially with her brother, made her feel so confused. Cindy straightened her back against the sofa, drawing her knees together and trying to ignore the itchy feeling of drops of cunt juice trickling through her pussy bush. But how her thighs burned while her cunt puckered up, the tingling pussy muscles shivering and itching while Jack kept on looking at her.
"You've been staring at me, Sis. You want something? I've thought I've thought I've seen you wanting something for a long time, even when we were kids and playing together in the bathtub."
Cindy flushed bright red again. She remembered those days, those tentative hugs and touches that her mother had warned them about. Even then, Cindy had felt something for her brother, though she had suppressed it for some time. Perhaps her mother had suspected something. She certainly had looked relieved when Jack left home.
"Jack, I'd better go upstairs."
But Cindy didn't move one muscle. She sat there, staring straight ahead while her brother slid up to her, his thigh brushing hers. Looking down, Cindy could see the sharp outline of her brother's prick. He was holding her hand now, drawing it over that bulge, pushing the palm and fingers down until Cindy felt herself squeezing his cock. Oh Lord, it was bigger than Billy's cock, much bigger. And his prick was so hot! The heat nearly burned her hand. Cindy let out a tiny cry, trying to draw her hand back. But Jack kept her fingers there, rubbing them back and forth, purposely moving the towel away inch by inch until it slipped to the floor.
She was doing it, jacking his cock, touching it the way she had touched it so gently when she and her brother were children. Jack was breathing hard, his eyes burning into hers while his cock stood straight up and throbbed against her clenching fingers.
"C'mon, Sis. I've been waiting for something like this to happen for a long time."
"No, don't . . . please, Jack. If Mom comes in and finds out what's going on-"
"Don't worry about Mom or Eddy. I'll handle that."
He was suddenly on top of her, his lips pressing hotly against her right cheek while his hands were crawling over her blouse. In a moment, Cindy realized her blouse was unbuttoned enough for her brother to see her tits. When she tried moving her hands up to cover herself, he knocked them away playfully, lowering his head to her nipples Billy had done that, touched her tit tips with his tongue. But now her brother was doing the same thing, only more slowly, less rushed. Cindy pushed her palms against his chest, trying to shove him away. But she was no match for his strength and determination. In a moment she was moaning softly, grinding her thighs together while letting her brother suck on her nipple until spit gurgled from his mouth and slicked her tit.
"Ohhh, Jack, this isn't right! Oh please, don't do this to me!"
"Come on, relax!"
His prick was sticking straight out, rubbing up against her arm when he scooped her up from the couch like a new bride and carried her across the room. Weakly Cindy looped one arm around his neck, still feeling she should protest but realizing it was in vain. It was wonderful, simply wonderful to feel herself resting in her brother's arms as they climbed the stairs to her room.
Cindy heard the door slam shut behind her, felt herself being lowered to the bed while his mouth teased hers. His fingers worked deftly on her blouse, opening it completely. Cindy lay there quietly, listening to her own heavy, uneven breathing. She liked this feeling, a sensation of floating, of drifting aimlessly in mid-air while her brother was doing something wonderful to her. She gasped, closing her eyes as a shudder passed through her cunt. Curling her fingers and letting the nails bite into her palms, Cindy felt so wonderful, so delicious. Billy hadn't made her feel this good.
"I thought you wanted me, but I wasn't sure, Sis. Now we're gonna fuck, if that's what you want." "Oh, Jack!"
"C'mon, tell me what you want," he said, licking her stiff nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Tell me you wanna fuck."
"I ... I want to fuck," Cindy said, feeling her cheeks burn as she pronounced that filthy word.
"Yeah, thought you did."
He was turning her over, pushing her onto her belly while kneading her ass cheeks through her skirt. Cindy wanted to take the garment off when she felt him kissing up her back, licking her spine like a dog. She shivered, her flesh shivering as she curled her toes until they cramped. Groaning, Cindy could feel the nylon crotch panel pressing up against her cunt. Jack hooked his fingers around the elastic waistband and started tugging her panties down. Ohhh, it was incredibly wonderful now, the knowledge that she was going to be fucked again! Cindy gasped, feeling the sheer nylon skinned down over her knees and toes. More fingers fumbled with her skirt, tugging down the zipper, pulling the material over her knees.
"Christ, Sis! I can smell that hot cunt way back here."
"Oh Jack, please, please don't talk like that," she begged, hoping he would keep talking dirty. It made her excitement that much more intense.
And then she could feel his hot fingers pressing just above each of her knees, forcing her legs apart. Cindy pushed her tiny fists into the pillow beneath her chin, closing her eyes while digging her knees into the mattress and raising her ass up a little. That was how bitch dogs did it, wasn't it? She was that, a bitch, wagging her tail for her brother behind her. The more evil her thoughts were, the more delicious her cunty feeling became.
She could feel his tongue once more licking over her body. But this time he was licking it over her ass, making criss-cross patterns of spit over her buns. At times he pushed his fingers into her sweaty ass crack, spreading her ass apart so that the puckered flesh of her asshole was visible. Then he dipped his tongue into that spot, kneading the soft ass flesh and driving his sister slowly crazy. Cindy rolled her ass without thinking, working her hips in a soft, fucking movement. It was impossible for her to keep still. She moved her ass more and more in tight little circles, groaning into the pillow, wishing he would do more to her.
"Like that? Like having my tongue fuck in and out of your ass?"
"Fuck . . . ass . . . tongue ... oh God, Jack, fuck your tongue in my ass!" the teenager groaned.
Cindy rolled her hips from left to right, chewing on the pillow while pumping her ass. Her cunt rubbed itchily against the sheet. And there was her brother, eating out her asshole. She could feel his lips tickling the sensitive flesh of her asshole while his tongue fucked deep in her bowels. His fingers slipped, then gripped once more around her buns and held them widely apart. It was so strange feeling something hot and wet slicking around her ass! He was smearing his spit into her shitter, his fingernails creasing her ass cheeks. Cindy drew her legs up a little.
"I ... I can't breathe," she murmured.
She felt as if someone were strangling her. Jack paid no attention to her complaint, lapping at her asshole hungrily. She thought she could hear her brother growling, actually growling while he fed on her shitter! He was between her splayed thighs now, pinching her ass cheeks excitedly. Cindy thought she would lose her mind. She needed that tongue up her asshole now. It was something she never would have guessed could excite her. But now as she writhed under her brother's touch, she knew she had to have him fucking his tongue in her ass.
Jack pulled up from her cute ass, wiping his chin and lips with the back of one hand. Cindy lay there quietly. The only sound coming from her now was her heavy panting. She couldn't believe what her sexy brother was doing to her. He was family. And yet there he was, making her feel more wild than she ever had before!
"Uhh . . . huhhhhh!"
He was holding her by the hips now, rolling Cindy back onto her ass. No! She wanted him licking her asshole. She wanted him flicking his tongue in and out of her ass while he rubbed her buns red with excitement! Cindy protested, trying to roll back onto her spine. But Jack wouldn't let her, keeping her in his grip until he had her on her ass and was stroking his fingers along her cunt.
Cindy shivered, arching her spine while pushing her head into the pillow. He was drawing his tongue along her belly button, spreading her legs apart now with his knees. Cindy looked over her jutting tits and saw that cunt-splitting cock bobbing up and down against his belly. It was enough to make her faint! She held her breath, stretching her slim arms forward and pushing her fingers through her brother's black hair as she felt his tongue, his lips, his breath move lower and lower down her body. When he was panting through her cuntal hairs, Cindy let out another gasp.
"Oh, touch me there! Touch me there with your tongue! Oh please, do it!"
It was so obscene. But yet it was something Cindy found deliciously wicked at the same time! Her ass bounced against the bed when she felt his tongue snaking through her pussy hairs, slicking them down with quick, butterfly-like strokes. Jack purposely kept his mouth and fingers away from her cunt, making Cindy hunch and jerk and thrash against his clutching hands for direct contact. She was grunting through her clenched teeth, her mouth a tight scar while her eyes rolled. She wanted the touch, the feel of something in her cunt.
Cindy thought of Billy once more, of the way he had slipped his prick into her virgin pussy. There had been the initial hurt. But then nothing but delight. Now she wouldn't have any problem.
"Ohhh!"
He had done it, touched her cunt. He was kissing her hot cunt mound, pressing his lips against the swollen cunt meat and tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Cindy let out a gasp, clawing her fingers through Jack's hair. She jerked her knees up, then let them flop back to the bed, drawing closer and finally caressing her brother's head. She grunted with approval, loving Jack's technique as he fed on her cunt. He was teasing her, barely touching the slick, squishy folds of her pussy. The touch of his tongue was so much more delicate than Billy's fucking had been. Cindy shifted her ass from side to side, drinking in the hot sensation of having her pussy licked and sucked that way by her brother.
And now he wasn't just kissing her pussy. He had his fingers on either side of her cunt, spreading her open a little more widely while burrowing his tongue deep into her. It was as if he were searching for something in her cunt, moving his tongue back and forth, in and out like a cock. Cindy stiffened with embarrassed tension, squeezing her fleshy thighs more tightly against her brother's head and riding that tongue with enthusiasm.
"Oh wow, Sis! You're somethin' else, baby, really somethin' else. You're juicin' real heavy, real heavy."
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she whispered, her voice so tight she could hardly mouth the words.
She stared at his handsome face. Cindy could well imagine just how many girls he had had like this, how many he had practiced on before coming to her. And how many more would slip under his tongue and prick. Just thinking about that made the hot, curious girl burn. She raised her knees, drawing her legs up toward her tits. She was raising her hands now, cupping her fingers around her nipples and squeezing and touching them until the itching drove her crazy. And there was Jack, sucking up her flowing pussy juices while his tongue fucked into her cunt. Cindy stiffened, her knees shuddering, her thighs tightening while she licked her dry lips. She could feel the tremors starting up in her pussy, vibrating up to her cut.
"Uhhh ..."
"That was wild! You're ready to pop. Better relax."
"No, no, don't want to relax! Please, fuck, fuck, fuck," Cindy groaned, grabbing her brother by the hair and pulling him back to her pussy.
"Wild, man, wild, but I don't think you can last," Jack said, jacking his cock while shoving his tongue back and forth.
"No, no!"
Cindy wanted it all-the prick, the tongue, everything! But Jack was holding back, circling his tongue around and around, scooping up the thick-flowing cunt juices while brushing his nose against her clit. When she felt the final shivers pinch into her clit, she felt her brother stick two fingers in her pussy. That was all she needed! Cindy let out a sharp cry, gurgling as if someone were choking her while her legs whipped against the bed.
She was cumming in Jack's mouth, her cunt squeezing tightly on his fingers. She beat her heels against Jack's sides, her clit burning.
He was slurping and licking and growling and eating there between her long white legs, his fingers fucking in and out, in and out of her pussy while he drank in the last of her cunt cream. Cindy came hard, feeling something very hot splashing against her thighs.
Suddenly, she saw long streams of white stuff exploding from her brother's purple prickhead. He was cumming, spraying her with those hot juices as she bucked and thrashed under him.
He was kissing her belly now, still fucking her with those fingers! How good, how delicious it all was. Cindy let out another cry, then fell limply against the bed. Her brother had eaten her out, had made her cum in his mouth while he'd jacked off on her. But there would be more. Cindy felt that as Jack lay quietly on top of her and stroked her tits lovingly. Yes, there would be more, and she would be willing to go for it!
Chapter Five
I must be losing my mind, Donna thought.
She was thinking about Eddy, about what they'd been doing together. He had been looking at her all day, staring at her and smiling. She had seen Cindy catch them once or twice and saw the look of hurt and confusion on her daughter's face. She had to be more careful. She would have to talk to this young man before her daughter and son found out about them.
Still, Donna didn't want to discourage him.
The memory of their two nights of fucking burned in her mind. Now, sitting in her daughter's room and watching Cindy brushing her hair, she felt like a trashy slut. How could she have compromised her family, her position this way? Cindy would have every right to chastise her if she found out.
"Mother, I want to talk to you about . . . about guys/' Cindy said, staring into the mirror and watching Donna's surprised reaction.
"But I thought we'd . . . we'd talked about that earlier. And with sex education in school ..."
"Oh, I know all about that," Cindy said. "I mean, we had slides and movies and that kind of stuff." She went back to brushing her long blonde hair.
Donna felt herself stiffening. "Well, then what do you want to know? I'm not an expert."
"Well, I mean, how do you know if a guy's serious about you? I mean, should a girl go to bed with him if he is?"
The directness of the question startled Donna. She searched her mind frantically, feeling out of focus with her own daughter.
"That's something you have to answer for yourself, dear. I mean, you'll know when it's right. But you're too young. You're barely through with playing dollhouse. Don't you think these questions are ... a little out of order?" she asked stiffly.
"All the kids at school talk about that ... I mean, going to bed and all that kind of stuff. That and drinking. I just wanted your side of the story."
Donna didn't like the way this conversation was turning. She gave her daughter an impatient look.
"As I said, I think you're too young to be going to bed with boys." "Fucking?"
"Don't you ever use that word around me again, young lady!" Donna said, shocked that Cindy would dare say such a thing to her face. "If you do, I'll ground you for one month. No more parties, no more anything. Do you understand?"
Cindy had overstepped her bounds. She put down the brush as her mother was leaving the room and folded her hands in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm just not feeling right. So much is going on around me," Cindy tried to explain.
"I think I understand," Donna said, feeling herself relenting. "Just relax. Maybe when we're not all so tense we'll talk more about this later."
Donna could hardly make it down the hall. To be asked those questions, especially when she was laden with guilt about her and Eddy! It left her nearly breathless. And there at the foot of the stairs was her young lover, her son's best friend standing there bare-chested and wearing a pair of bikini underwear. It was as if he were naked. Looking nervously over her shoulder, Donna rushed down the stairs, putting her hands lightly on Eddy's tanned shoulders.
"We can't meet anymore. We ... oh, don't!"
He was kissing her throat again, his hands down around her ass squeezing her buns lightly while he hunched with slow fucking movements against her crotch. Donna shook her head, remembering her daughter's suspicious glance, those leading questions. Cindy suspected something. All her daughter had to do was come to the head of the upstairs landing and she would discover the truth.
"Come on, Donna. Nobody's gonna find out anything. I've been thinking about you all afternoon. Jack's down at the mall looking for sweaters, and your daughter's upstairs.
Nobody's gonna find us."
"But ..."
Why was she so weak with him? Why couldn't she fight back the urge? Was it the way he was dressed, showing off his magnificent body in front of her that weakened her? She looked again at the young man leading her into the kitchen, out the door.
"But ..."
"I know you're nervous about Cindy and what she might see. Let's do it out here, in the garage."
"The garage?"
"When I was cleaning up the yard, I saw that old hideaway sofabed in the back of the garage. It's big enough."
"But, my God, it's so daring."
"Better than having your daughter finding us in my room. Her window looks out the other way," Eddy said, nodding up in the direction of the house.
"But..."
It was too late. Eddy had his way, pushing her gently through the garage door and locking it from the inside. There was the acrid smell of gasoline in the air, not all that conducive to fucking. The car was outside, leaving the darkened space strangely empty. Donna hugged her body tightly, looking at Eddy as he removed the sofa cushions and pulled out the bed. She saw his cock pressing out against his briefs.
"You're so damned sure of yourself, aren't you?"
Eddy threw back his head and laughed, his fingers pausing around his underwear before pushing them down. Donna gasped. No matter how often she had seen his prick stiff, it still took her breath away. She was turning into a helpless whore, she thought to herself, her body melting at the sight of the handsome young stud in front of her. He walked up to Donna, holding her by the shoulders.
"Suck me! Suck my cock the way I suck your cunt," he said.
He could have told her to murder her grandmother and she would have done it for him. Closing her eyes and swallowing, Donna began to sink to her knees when Eddy caught her, unzipping her dress and letting the garment fall to the floor in a puddle around her feet.
"Bra and panties, huh? You sure weren't thinking about fucking today," Eddy commented, sliding his hands around her back and unfastening the halter.
No, Donna hadn't been thinking about going this far again. She had vowed to abstain until she was more certain about her family. But now as she felt her tits falling free, the nipples aching to be touched, all she could think of was Eddy in front of her and his command for her to suck him.
"Now?" she asked.
He nodded his head, his hands braced on her shoulders. Donna walked to the sofabed, climbing onto it then turning and kneeling in front of Eddy. She was even with his prickhead now, the double-lobed purple thing looking so hot and sensitive to the touch. Licking her lips, she leaned forward, her tits swinging. Eddy had his hands on either side of her head now, his thumbs caressing her forehead while his balls tightened up and his cock drooled pre-cum.
It was a wild, naughty thing she was doing, Donna thought to herself, his cockhead now resting on her pouty lower lip. She hadn't done this all that often with her husband, fearing he would cum in her mouth and choke her. But she trusted Eddy. She knew he would drag this out until she was crazy with her own lust. He was pulling back now, jabbing in a little, then pulling back again, watching his prickhead slip over her lips.
"Yeah, nice hot wet mouth," Eddy whispered, his fingers scratching her face. "Ummmfmmfffff!"
Donna pushed her head forward, gobbling up more of his big fucker between her full, red lips. She could feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock against her tongue as she wiggled it back and forth against the underside of his prick. Eddy liked that, liked it a lot. He was groaning, his hips moving back and forth a little more rapidly while his hairy balls pillowed against her chin. Donna swallowed, tasting the salty, bleachy flavor of his pre-cum washing over her tongue, the insides of her cheeks and her throat. She reached up, tickling his balls with her right hand while pushing forward a little more once again.
He fucked halfway down into her throat, his cock jerking up against the roof of her mouth. Donna sucked as hard as she could, twisting her head around while flicking her tongue against the scar just under his cockhead. Eddy was making strangled sounds, his hands tightening around her head while he tried to force his cock deeper. But Donna fought back, puckering her lips, swirling her tongue again and again in a wild dance that drew more cum from his piss slit. When she finally relaxed her mouth, letting Eddy slide his prick down deeper, she felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. It was so good, so wonderfully good having a man's hard cock in her mouth! And when her nose flattened against his belly, the woman felt him pushing her away gently.
"Whew! Easy, Donna. I don't wanna cum in your mouth . . . not this soon."
She eased up her sucking, gently sliding her mouth up and down the fat cockshaft. She could feel the thick blue veins that pulsed against the tightly drawn skin while more pre-cum slimed her throat. Sliding her lips back all the way, Donna flicked her tongue against the piss slit, pushing the pointy tip in and drawing out yet more juice. She was glowing between her thighs, her cuntlips swelling over one another while the slick pussy folds began to sting itchily. Lightly, she moved one hand down to her crotch, unsticking her pussylips and pushing in one finger. Oh, how good it felt to be fucking herself this way!
"Oh, yeah! Gimme that sweet head, baby! Christ, where did you come from, Donna?"
Eddy was fucking his prick down her throat again while gyrating his hips. She could feel the fat cockhead poking her cheeks out while she took in his cock until the tip pushed into her throat again. Eddy grabbed her skull hard, his fingers curling behind her ears while he fucked her face.
"Take it, baby, take it!"
Donna struggled, barely able to draw in enough oxygen to feed her burning lungs. She felt a little faint, falling back toward the mattress while Eddy pulled his cock from her mouth.
"Christ, you licked that mother clean! Guess it's about time for me to return the favor."
She spread herself across the bed, pushing her legs apart while drawing her hands up to her tits and rolling her nipples around. She licked her dry lips while Eddy lay back on the makeshift bed.
"Let's get you on top! I wanna see that cute body bouncin' on my cock like a puppet." "What?"
What was he talking about? Why was he on his back, his strong hands gripping her thighs? Donna let herself be manipulated by this handsome stud. Her body was limp, her arms useless as he moved her around, bracing her knees against his sides while his hands cupped around her ass cheeks. She braced her hands finally against his shoulders as she bent back her legs, her toes pointed back toward his feet. Donna felt that hot, hard sensation of his cockhead against her pussy. Her cuntlips flattened back, the throbbing prickhead picking up the slickness and sliding into her cunt.
Donna snapped her head up, feeling her long blonde hair brushing over her back while her thighs tightened at the sudden penetration of Eddy's prick. He was fucking into her, pushing up while lowering her slowly, ever so slowly onto his tall, thick meaty fucker. Donna shivered at his touch, her body completely alive and on fire while inch after throbbing inch fucked into her.
"Oh, it's so good, so good, I'm gonna die when you finish doing this to me! Oh God, you're fucking me-and it's so darned good!"
Donna let out a squeal, her cunt tightening around his prick, then relaxing as she settled more and more onto his cock. It was so wonderfully good having that hard, hot thing poking its way into her hot cunt, taking control of her body. Donna felt her ass hanging there, white and trembling, shivering when Eddy caressed it lightly, lovingly with those big strong hands.
"Man, and it's gonna feel so good when I cum inside you." "Cum, cum ..."
How she loved that word, loved it even more now that Eddy was fucking her, making her feel like a woman. It was nice to be on top, much nicer than she had suspected. The slick, sucking noise of her cunt pulling up around his cock-lance sent more hot shivers racing up and down her body.
"Good hot pussy! That's what I dig, good hot pussy!" Eddy rasped.
Donna could feel the hot frothing of her pussy juices bubbling from between the split, fur-edged labes of her cunt. Eddy pulled floods of her cunt juices back through the tight cunt hole, letting it run out in steamy rivers into her asscrack.
He was pulling her down, his hands gripping her shoulders, his mouth opened. She sealed it with her lips, her tongue fencing with his while he fucked powerfully up into her pussy. Eddy nearly jerked her off his hips with a rough fuck-thrust. She liked that hot hard feeling of his prick stirring around her insides! She raised her body a little, leaning forward and rocking it until the cockhead was just inside the powerful squeeze down too hard, Donna made those muscles tighten just behind his prickhead.
Eddy moaned long and loud, sounding as if he were coming apart. His knees jerked up, then flopped back down while his hands were moving rapidly up and down her jiggling ass cheeks. He was fucking as hard as he could, making her body jerk, her tits slap wetly against one another. With another groan, he pushed hard, his hands hooking around her hipbones and drawing the woman down, down against him. Donna surrendered, relaxing, feeling her body settle against his while his balls began to churn.
"Ohhh! Soon, soon!" he gasped.
She tossed her ass around, sweat beading her forehead while rivers of perspiration stained her tits and sides. She kept moving her ass up and down, left and right, dragging out more and more delicious sensations as she rode his cock. Up and down, up and down, her ass bobbed faster and faster until it was a blur. Donna slapped her ass again and again against the young man's crotch, her cunt hungrily swallowing his big prick until a biting heat sliced up the edges of her clit.
"Uh . . . huhhhh!"
Hoarse cries escaped from her throat now as she bobbed and weaved her ass. Eddy was trying to grab her, to get her ass to calm down. Who was screaming? Who was shouting? Donna realized it was her, her own voice sounding so distant while the roaring of her orgasm nearly deafened her. She fell on top of Eddy, holding him as if her life depended on it. Yes, yes, she could feel his hot cum washing into her, her body racked by ever-increasing waves of climax.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Donna collapsed, holding onto Eddy while the cunty spasms slowly ebbed and died away.
"That was so beautiful. I didn't know . . . really know, how excited I was," she said.
Eddy laughed lightly, pushing the hair from her eyes and smoothing his hands down her back until they came to rest on her bare ass.
"See? Eddy knew. And Eddy knows you'll be wanting more real soon."
"Oh, God. You're probably right."
Donna was so happy, so consumed with what had happened that she didn't notice a pair of eyes staring in at them through the dirty side window.
Chapter Six
Cindy was still in shock. She sat in the school cafeteria, barely listening to her friend Kathy rattle on about one thing or another as the image of her mother being fucked long and hard flashed through her mind. She had seen Eddy fucking her own mother, fucking her while . . . while her mother looked as if she were having the best time in her life.
All those long lectures about being careful about boys and what they liked to do seemed ridiculous and hypocritical now. Worse, there seemed to be someone else there, as well. Cindy had thought she'd spotted someone ducking away when she approached the garage. That movement, in fact, had aroused her curiosity.
"Cindy? Come on, it's not the end of the world. Your mother's a woman. What did you expect her to do, fuck herself with cucumbers?"
Kathy's cutting voice shook, Cindy back to reality. She turned and smiled wanly at her friend, shaking the loose blonde hair from her eyes. She'd spotted Billy earlier in the cafeteria line. He looked as if he wanted to talk to her. But she stuck close to Kathy, turning her back on him. Now she regretted her move.
"Oh, I know. But it seems so weird to see your own mother doing it. And with Jack's friend!"
Cindy flushed again, remembering what she had done with her brother. She was a fine one to talk, considering Jack had taken her to such delights with his tongue. She could still feel his hands peeling her pussy open, holding her cuntlips apart while he fucked his tongue in and out of her tight wet pussy! She shivered now, sliding her taut little ass back and forth on the wooden seat.
"You cold? You're covered with goose bumps," Kathy observed.
"It's nothing. Guess it's just thinking about my mom and Eddy. I don't know what I'm going to do, Kathy," she said, biting her lower hp and looking over the sea of heads.
She wondered if Billy was still around. For some reason, she felt like talking with him, being with him. Maybe she wanted to fuck too, to get back at her mother for doing something like this to her mind. Cindy didn't know. It was all confusing to her.
"You know, that guy Justin's here," Kathy said. Seems he's taking college counseling courses or something, and he and a couple of others are here today to work with the principal."
Cindy's ears pricked up, her nipples growing thick and stiff at the mention of Justin's name. She remembered those bedroom eyes, that mocking smile, that knowing smirk. He had put Billy up to fucking her, she was sure of that. And now he was here, right here in school. Cindy looked around quickly, studying all the faces. When she came back to Kathy she saw her friend studying her carefully, a slight smile on her face.
"You didn't talk to him or anything, did you?" Kathy asked.
Cindy felt a little breathless and bought time by taking another drink of her chocolate milk.
"No. But he sure gives people creepy stares," Cindy said, keeping her voice even.
"Yeah, I know. He was watching me and Warren all the time, and he was talking to all the guys. I don't know what he said. But when Warren came back, he was sure hot to trot. We didn't do anything, though," Kathy said with some disappointment.
"There he is!" Cindy whispered.
"Wow! He's better looking in the day!" Kathy exclaimed.
Cindy had to agree. Justin was there, way taller than any of the guys in school and looking so much more mature. He was talking casually to Mr. Hopkins, the principal. Justin was looking casually around when he spotted Cindy and waved, flashing a brilliant smile at her.
The girl felt as if she would sink right through the chair. Her heart started to pound while she felt her cunt warming up. Her face was burning, and she prayed God Kathy wouldn't notice her growing excitement.
Oh God, he was coming in her direction, threading his way through the chairs and leaving Mr. Hopkins standing there alone.
"So, hello! We didn't get a chance to meet at the party, but I talked to your friend. Is he here?"
Cindy could have died again. What was he going to do, tell everyone about her and Billy fucking? Did he know? She looked up into his eyes and saw the answer. Of course, he knew. She could instinctively tell he was sure of himself, sure of his influence. He had guided Billy, told him everything to do, and it had succeeded.
"This is my friend Kathy," Cindy said, wanting to break the dreadful silence. "Hi!" Kathy said.
"Hi. Say, Cindy, you want to come with me? Mr. Hopkins was looking for some of the guys to give me a tour of the school, but the monitors don't seem to be around right now. Football practice or something. You busy?"
Cindy swallowed. She felt every eye in the cafeteria on her. There was Susan Fairchild sucking on a banana and giving her a knowing look! She could have scratched her face off! Doing her best to avoid Kathy's startled, amused look, Cindy nodded her head, gathering up her notebooks and walking up to Mr. Hopkins. She would only have to miss Home Economics. Mr. Hopkins was anxious to get back to his office and his budgets and quickly gave approval.
"Why don't you show me the place from top to bottom?" Justin said, his voice so sexy she felt it caressing her like her brother's searching hands had when they had fucked.
"Sure. What about your other friends? I heard you're here with your class or something."
Just looked around and shrugged. "They must have their guides by now. C'mon."
Cindy held her breath and nodded, trying not to tremble too much as she guided Justin up to the third floor and showed him the art department. She was talking but wasn't sure what she was saying all the time. Again and again, she pictured her mother bouncing up and down, riding that young man's prick, her tits flopping while her ass jiggled against Eddy's crotch. And the look on her face! It was as if she'd seen God!
"And what's this?"
"Oh, the kiln. We do some ceramics here. But we've got to be careful. The temperature and all that," Cindy explained.
She could feel the nylon crotchband of her panties getting damp, and the teenager knew what that meant. She was worked up, her puss] very hot, very sensitive, very moist and vulnerable to any attack. Justin was attacking her visually now, staring at her, eyeing her, wondering if this was the time to make his move. She could tell that as they walked to the second floor.
"And this is the language lab."
Justin walked past her, barely brushing her hand with the back of his. It made her jump. She felt so tingly and excited, her body feeling expectant. Her nipples were pushing out against her red-and-yellow jersey, poking at the smooth material. She swallowed hard, looking around. The door had closed behind her, blocking the droning sounds of Miss Elliot's English class. Justin was in the back now, looking into the control booth. She walked quietly up to him, her heart feeling heavy as it pounded against her chest. She could hardly move. Justin turned, rubbing one hand against his chin and studying her carefully.
"This used a lot?"
"During the morning," Cindy said, her voice surprisingly husky. Justin paused, the corners of his lips curling.
"Then, nobody really comes in here in the afternoon?"
"Only the cleaning lady, around three. Why?"
Cindy knew why. She was hugging her books against her tits, feeling hot and cold at the same time. She curled her toes until they cramped against the soles of her sandals. She wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her before they did another thing. She wanted him to block out the horrid memory of seeing her mother fucking like that, like some common, rutting street whore!
"So that makes this very private, especially this booth," Justin said thoughtfully.
Cindy peeked inside. It was carpeted and spacious, the panel high above. She stepped inside a little more, staring when she heard a dull thud behind her. It was the door, shutting them off from the large empty room in front of them. It was so silent in here! She could heard her own breathing, and it sounded out of control. She clenched and unclenched her fingers, not daring to look up as she felt her cuntlips grow hot and itchy and swell up. Just as she was about to turn and rush away, Justin circled one hand around her small neck, drawing her close to him.
"Oh, you probably think I'm some dumb kid. I really shouldn't have come up here with you. I should be in class with the others and . . . "
He was massaging the muscles in her neck, rubbing up against her ears. She pushed back against that wonderful feeling. She was as shameless as her mother. It must be something in the genes, Cindy thought, dropping her notebooks to the floor and feeling herself rubbing up against Justin, her eyes closed.
"I thought I'd get you interested in me. You didn't seem to be at the party. Your boyfriend took care of that."
Cindy blushed furiously, refusing to say one more word about that.
"But we're not with him now, are we?"
Cindy opened her eyes at last, tilting her chin up. She could feel Justin's breath against her face, feel his tongue brushing over her lips as she opened her mouth. And then he was kissing her-gently at first, barely touching her. And then the passion rose, his hands tightening around her narrow waist while his tongue wallowed in her mouth. Cindy was startled at first by his ardor. But then she quickly warmed up, sucking his tongue while giving her crotch tiny hunching movements. She couldn't help herself. He was pushing all the right buttons, touching her the way Jack had and turning her on more with each passing second.
Cindy groaned and put her arms around his brawny back. She could feel the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his trousers. It was then she realized he had pulled her skirt up and was feeling her up through her panties. His hands were rubbing the silken nylon up into her ass crack. How she loved that feeling. And when he moved his right hand down to her crotch, rubbing the soppy nylon into her cunt gash, Cindy groaned into that hot, spitty kiss.
"Man, you're hot, real hot! You're good and wet down there!"
"Ohhhhhh!"
She felt him tugging her jersey up, pulling it up over her weak arms as it frictioned her nipples. Cindy caught glimpses of her books and notepaper scattered on the floor as the jersey floated to the ground. Next came her skirt, puddling around her feet. He was so quick, so certain she would capitulate.
More than once, Cindy thought about slowing him down, at least giving her a chance to catch up on what was happening. But Justin was going ahead, sliding her panties down over her plump ass cheeks, peeling the sticky nylon from her pussy. Cindy gasped, sliding from her sandals, feeling the warm thick carpeting against the sensitive spots between her toes. She could have giggled if she weren't so worked up. She was stark naked here, right in the language lab!
"Good thing it's thick carpeting. Don't want to hurt you," Justin said, laying her down gently. Then he just stood there, looking at her. "I love your cunt."
Cindy blushed, unsure of what to say to something like that. She looked down, peering at the blonde curls that barely concealed the swollen dark-pink cuntlips folded over one another. He reached down, touching a finger to her outer cuntlips. Cindy sucked in air and pulled her ass back.
He was stepping out of his pants now. Even behind the cotton of his Jockey shorts, his prick looked as if it must weigh pounds! And when he scooted the elastic down and the thing bobbed out, Cindy scooted back. His cock was as big as her brother's. A little longer, but not as thick. Where were all those six-inch cocks she'd read about? Weren't there any average guys in her life?
"Oh, Justin ..."
He was on top of her now, his knees pushing hers apart, his tongue licking her tits while his hands were on her ass cheeks. He was halving them, working them apart so her asscrack rubbed sexily against the carpeting. Sparks and hot flashes exploded between Cindy's spread thighs as Justin settled in and began rubbing his prick back and forth, back and forth against her cuntal crack. He was purposely sliding his cockmeat over her clit, watching as her body shivered against his each time he brushed it with his cockhead.
"No, Justin! Oh God, don't . . . don't do this to me!" she cried.
But he ignored her, pushing his fingers through her hair and kissing her while pushing his prickhead up against her cunt. Her ass jerked up a little from the floor, Justin's hands caressing her smooth white assflesh, his thumbs stroking her asshole lightly. Cindy liked that feeling, liked it a lot. She groaned happily, rubbing her nice pink nipples against his chest as Justin slowly began fitting his cockhead up against her tight little cunt. Cindy could feel the pressure, could feel his cock picking up the slickness of her pussy and fucking in.
"Uhhhhhh!"
She bent her knees back a little, hugging his body with the insides of her thighs while he brushed up against the tingling trigger of her clit. Justin dragged his cock back again, then pushed forward. Cindy thought he was going to split her in two! Her cunt stretched wide as he shoved down and in, his hands pinning her hips to the carpeted floor. "Ooooooooh!"
Cindy could feel his prick fucking in, burrowing deep into her cunt. She arched her spine, pushing her hands instinctively against Justin's broad shoulders. She felt that added heat in her belly, that stiffness stretching out her cunt channel while his hands squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks against one another. Cindy rolled her eyes while he put his tongue in her ear and flicked it around.
He was fucking her now, giving his prick short, jerky stabs, purposely keeping the full length of his prick from entering her cunt right now. He was working on her clit, making that tiny little organ spit and sputter while reaming her pussy open slowly but surely. When she started moving her hips a little, he pushed in until his cock was halfway inside her. Cindy let out a croaking sound, her cuntal muscles spasming and tightening down on his cock.
"Man, that's something else! I haven't been with too many women who could do that."
"I can't help it," Cindy said, keeping her eyes shyly down.
"Don't worry about it. I like that in a woman, like it a lot!"
He liked it! She was good, perhaps better than most of the women he'd had. And Cindy was relatively sure he had fucked plenty in his day. In a moment, the spasm had passed and Justin was fucking his prick in all the way, drawing it back now and making Cindy feel as if he were pulling her insides out.
And how delicious it was, feeling her insides stretching out around that hunk of cockmeat while her ass pranced for more. Oh, she was such a wicked, wicked little girl, wanting more and more cock in her!
Justin was fucking deep, pulling back all the way, then fucking his prick into her while grinding his cock hairs against her clit. And the magic things his hands were doing to her ass! It made her dizzy, just thinking about what he was doing to her! She had her arms around his neck again, hugging and kissing and just plain coming apart with the shivery heat of her sexual arousal. Justin held himself still for a moment.
"I wanna do so much to you baby, but . . . Christ! I'm gonna cum soon!"
His words were like fireworks to her! Cindy was breathless with what was happening, with what he was telling her. It was so nice, feeling his fingers sliding between her ass cheeks, poking at her asshole. But now he was circling the tiny opening, teasing it with his fingernails, then sticking one digit in. Hot, spicy feelings exploded in her ass, ricocheting to her clit. She rolled her hips up to him, jerking her thighs up and taking his prick all the way.
Fucking was important to her now, more important than family, than anything. She couldn't keep her ass still, making it jerk up and down while Justin continued to fuck his big cock into her pussy. He was moving faster now, more brutally, his fuck-thrusts making her body shudder with each blow. Her cuntal muscles were spasming again, tightening around his prick and milking it while the big stud above her trembled and shuddered. His hands were crawling all over her now, grabbing fistfuls of flesh and squeezing until she squealed with delight. He was sucking her nipples now, biting and slicking them with his spit.
"Oh, Justin, Justin . . . you don't know what I'm feeling now!"
Cindy felt the circle of her cuntal muscles tightening, releasing, then tightening again. She couldn't stop the convulsions in her cunt even if she had wanted to. The velvety inner surfaces stroked his prick again and again, pushing him toward climax. And when she heard him choking, a quiver of heat flashed through her belly, down the inner flesh of her thighs. She could feel the huge cocklance in her cunt increasing its spasms. It was jerking with the fury her cunt was bringing. His cock was only halfway inside her pussy now. She could feel the ridge along its underside, that tube where the hot cum would gush out.
"Ohhhh!" she cried.
Cindy felt his hands clawing her while her climax exploded like a nuclear bomb, shaking her to the roots of her soul. She yammered and kicked, her fists beating him hard on the shoulders while he shot load after hot load of cum into her grasping pussy.
"Man, oh man! Baby . . . uhhhhhh!"
It was wild feeling a man doing this to her, holding her and fucking her and now filling up her cunt with his jizz. Cindy let out another cry, her ass reddening as it scooted back and forth against the carpeting. She could feel his jizz and her cunt cream oozing from her cock-filled cunt, running down her ass crevice, wetting the carpeting beneath her.
It seemed to last forever as the spasms shook her bones, leaving her exhausted and limp when the final climactic convulsions eased. Justin was smoothing his fingers around her face, caressing her while kissing her chin. Cindy sighed happily, wishing they could stay here in the booth all afternoon.
"I'd better get back to Mr. Hopkins. He'll be wondering what kind of tour you've been taking me on," Justin said with a wink.
Cindy shivered, feeling Justin's slippery cock pulling slowly from her cummy cunt. Oh, it had been so good, and so unexpected! She wondered if her mother's fuck with Eddy had been that way. Had it been that one time only? Were she and Eddy having an affair?
That cloud darkened her otherwise glowing feeling as Justin stepped into his trousers. How confusing it all was, Cindy thought, picking up her panties.
Chapter Seven
Donna was worried about her daughter. Indeed, she was worried about all of them. Dinner had become so tense lately, Cindy barely picking at her food while Eddy did his best not to stare at Donna. Jack was the only one who talked, and even he seemed a bit gloomy lately.
Donna told them she intended to find part-time work. Her late husband had left them well-off, so slaving over a sales counter wasn't necessary. But Donna felt listless and wanting something to do.
Eddy smirked. Cindy looked the other way while Jack only nodded approval.
Donna felt her cunt tighten when Eddy rose from the table, scratching his crotch lightly Donna thought it was almost an open invitation for her to fuck him, and she blushed furiously nearly upending her chair as she hurried fro the dining room and rushed in to the kitchen.
Hours seemed to have passed before the room was finally cleared. Receiving no encouragement from her, Eddy had muttered something about going off to one of the neighborhood bars, while Cindy had ambled upstairs to do homework and go to bed. Donna was all alone now, and grateful for it. The affair with Eddy was weighing on her more and more, although when she was fucking him, guilt was the last thing on her mind. She knew he and her son Jack would be going soon, leaving her alone with Cindy. Perhaps a job would help take her mind off fucking.
"Oh!"
Donna dropped a dinner plate, watching the white porcelain shatter across the tiled kitchen floor. How icy her fingers were! She was thinking about fucking again, that awful, wonderful feeling. Drying her hands, Donna neatly stacked the dishes in the dryer and cleaned up the mess, then she went into the living room. It would be another evening of television, considering Eddy was no longer there. Perhaps it was good that he had gone out. It would give her a rest, time for . . .
"Oh, Jack. I thought you and Eddy He waved a hand in front of him, stretching out his legs over the coffee table.
"Told him to go on without me. I didn't feel much like drinking tonight."
Donna bit her lower hp. There was something challenging in her son's voice, something that put her on alert. She sighed softly, picking up the newspaper from the floor and moving to the television. She had just switched on the evening news when Jack leaned forward, his hands folded lightly in front of him.
"I saw what you did."
The words struck her like a lightning bolt! Donna sucked in her lower lip, biting down hard to keep from screaming while she tightened her fingers against the arm of the chair.
"I don't know what you ..."
"I saw you and Eddy . . . fucking. You were having the time of your life riding his dick! At first I thought it was Cindy. Then I saw you going nuts on his cock! Christ, you were spinning and bobbing and ..." "Stop it!" .
Donna didn't need a rehash of what had happened. She was more than aware of what Eddy had done to her. She clapped her hands over her ears, feeling her mind spin. She couldn't think. God in heaven, they had found out, and she couldn't think!
"I think Cindy might know too, but I'm not sure," Jack added.
That pronouncement knocked her to the floor. No wonder her daughter was so despondent. Of course Cindy would be depressed to learn that her mother was fucking some young stud, especially someone right under this roof!
"I'm sorry, so sorry," she moaned, shaking her head hopelessly. "I don't know what came over me, Jack. Things like this just happen. When you're older, you'll find out. You won't be so judgmental about these things."
Donna was close to tears, blinking her eyes and daring to look up at her son once more. There wasn't the harsh, glaring face of judgment she thought she would find. He was kind of smiling at her, rubbing his tongue against his lips, almost grinning at her! It was too much to believe!
"I don't care about that, Mom. You've got your life to live, I've got mine, Cindy's got hers. It's just that, well, I saw you and I realized something. I've been missing some good action here."
Donna flinched as she studied her son. What had he said? What was he talking about? Missing some action?
"What . . . what did you say?"
"It sounds kind of weird-but I want what Eddy's getting. You."
If he had reached out and struck her, Donna wouldn't have been as shocked. When he moved toward her, she shrank back into the couch, drawing her arms around her. No! This couldn't be happening. Fucking with Eddy was bad enough. But having her own son make a pass at her was too much. She would have to set him straight. Having him say these things was just . . . just not right!
"Jack, you're upset. Please, go to bed."
"Not unless you're with me," he said, grabbing her hand.
Donna pulled away, starting to get up from the couch. But her son was there in a moment, settling down next to her, sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her against him. She pressed one hand against his chest, struggling to get away. Her heart was pounding while tiny beads of perspiration gathered on her forehead. This had to be a dream, a nightmare. Sons just didn't do these kinds of things to their mothers!
"Jack, what's wrong with you? Please, Son, don't do this to me!"
But the youth persisted, grabbing at her blouse until he ripped it from her shoulders. Donna cried out, gathering the ripped corners of the garment while scooting her ass to one side of the couch. She saw the burning lust in her son's eyes. For a moment she thought he would throw himself on top of her and rape her right there in the living room! She searched frantically for some path of escape. But his legs were on top of hers, trapping her against the sofa. She had to reason with him.
"Please, Jack, you . . . oh, my God! No, no! Don't, don't!"
He tore the blouse from her shoulders, baring her big tits with one easy tug. Donna covered her tits. But Jack knocked her hands away, lowering his head and sucking immediately on her nipple. Donna nearly went into shock at the touch, feeling his teeth nibbling on the sensitive nub while his hands were crawling up her thighs. She beat her fists against them, pushing at his knuckles, but feeling his fingernails clawing into her thighs. He was shoving her back into the couch, his body pressing hers down, his lips sucking so nicely, so hotly at her nipple while his right hand had reached the crotchband of her panties. In a moment, Donna felt his fingers crawling under the elastic, toying with the tufts of her pussy curls while he moaned against her tits.
Donna felt her resolve weakening while Jack took advantage of her hesitation and swung her around. She was flat on her back now, her tits rising and falling on her heaving chest while her son unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down to her ankles. Desperately, Donna grabbed for the garment. But again her son was too fast. He was holding her legs apart just above her knees, spreading them farther until one leg fell from the sofa. She looked down, watching her belly rise and fall while Jack used his free hand and pulled at her blue panties.
"No, no, leave them on! Oh, God in heaven, what's gotten into you?"
Donna couldn't believe this was happening.
It seemed to be going on in slow motion-the feel of her panties sliding down over her ass, rubbing against the backs of her knees while her son looked hungrily at her exposed, naked cunt. He hadn't even pulled her panties completely off when he dove for her pussy, his ears brushing the insides of her thighs while his lips sealed themselves on her cunt. Donna went into shock, her breath catching while she arched her spine and let out a long wail.
How insanely good it was, having her son's tongue in her pussy, wiggling around like that, touching all those wonderful itchy areas while his fingers were tickling the insides of her thighs! Donna rubbed the backs of her legs against the sagging sofa cushions, feeling the sexy sensation on her flesh while her son's fingers touched her cunt, then began to snake in. It felt so good! Her belly flushed with heat while her nipples throbbed and itched in time with her beating heart. Donna straightened one leg, pointing her toes. The excruciating tickle was becoming worse and worse.
She was building more and more toward climax. Her mind was overloaded with the lusty rub of her son's mouth on her pussy. Her senses reeled with the hungry need to increase the stimulation that was making her cunt tickle. She put one shaky hand down to her cuntal mound, feeling Jack's tongue lick up into her fingers. It was so good, so good to feel him touching her like that while his fingers tickled the bottom of her cunt, then slipped down to her shivering ass cheeks. It was lovely, it was . . . "No, no, don't!"
It was wrong! Donna pushed her son's head away, swinging her legs down over the side of the couch and rolling onto the floor. Her skirt was gathered about her waist like a belt. She banged her head against the coffee table, stunning herself temporarily while Jack regained control and grabbed her ankle. Donna fell forward, scratching at the carpeting, her mind reeling as she felt him licking up between her thighs, then feeding on her cunt once more.
"Oh, Jack! No, no!"
"God, Mom, you're hot down here, real hot! Now I know why Eddy likes to fuck you. I'm gonna make it better for you, the best!"
"Oh God, Jack ..."
Donna couldn't fight him. She had tried to get free and wound up flat on her back now, her head halfway tucked under the coffee table while her legs were being held widely apart by her son's hands. She was split open, feeling her cunt hot and throbbing while Jack teased her pussy again with his fingers and mouth. She could smell herself now. She loved that aroma, the odor of her cunt in high heat. It was that smell, perhaps, that had triggered her son's strange behavior.
Jack moved up now, his hands caressing her inner thighs. Looking up through her lashes, she saw Jack crouching over her like an animal. He was so handsome. Now Donna realized that at least part of her odd behavior lately had been because of her son's presence. Surely in the back of her mind she had thought of him. Even while fucking Eddy, Donna suspected one part of her had hoped secretly Jack would do the same thing to her. Now it was happening. Now she could feel his head between her thighs.
Donna rolled her head from side to side, wondering what her son's cock would feel like in her cunt.
"Cock ..." she murmured.
Jack was staring up at her, then he lowered his head, licking around her navel while he was dragging his fingers slowly up and down her pussy crack. Donna let out a moan, snapping her thighs against his legs and rolling her hips, silently begging for something to slip into her cunt. Jack obliged, pushing in his forefinger, then sliding it up until his knuckles were brushing against her clit.
Donna came unglued, prancing her ass up and down in soft, fucking movements while her son finger-fucked her.
It was so wonderful having her son do this to her. And now Jack was moving his tongue down in small spitty circles, drawing it over her navel, down her flat belly toward the top of her swollen cuntal mound. He still fucked his finger in and out of her sucking cunt hole when his tongue brushed along the curved, hot inner surfaces of her outer pussylips. It was a sensation that made Donna gasp with pleasure. She was dragging her fingernails along the carpeting, feeling his tongue poking tentatively into her cunt slot then withdrawing, touching the slick surface of her clit at the tip.
She let out a low groan, rocking her body violently while drumming her legs against the floor. More! She wanted more! She couldn't stand this teasing touch of her son's mouth against her cunt while his finger was barely touching the insides of her pussy.
"Fuck me! Oh God, Jack, fuck me! Fuck your mother!"
Jack pushed her legs apart with both hands now, having pulled his finger from her pussy for the moment. Donna was grinding her teeth together, while beads of perspiration dotted her smooth forehead. A pulse of excitement leaped through her as she felt Jack's tongue licking her left thigh, then her right, his nose pushing up against her fur-edged cunt. He started licking up, drawing his tongue back a few inches, then licking up a little more-until Donna thought she would faint from the awful teasing. She was humping the air, her ass trembling inches above the floor, then flattening against the carpeting as she humped up and down for more sensation.
Her son still teased, drawing his tongue back, then finally sticking it straight out and plunging it all the way into her cunt. Donna let out a high-pitched wail, her body shivering as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. She tried to close her thighs, but her son kept them spread wide apart.
Donna could feel his wet wiggly tongue twisting around inside her pussy, scouring her trembling cuntal walls, making all those itchy aches deep in her pussy tremble into orgasmic spasms.
"Oh, oh, ooooooh!"
Still, there was more to come. She could feel that even now as he tongue-fucked her more quickly, flicking his tongue in and out while purposely rubbing his nose against her clit. Donna jerked her legs out again and again, while her ass rolled and humped against the floor. Raising her hands, she cupped her high-riding tits, squeezing the nipples until she squealed with the pain.
Oh, more, more! She had to have more, she had to have more of her son's tongue, his prick! She thought again of Eddy, of how he had tongued her before fucking her. She would feel the same heavenly delight when Jack finally topped her and stuck his cockmeat into her hot cunt! The thought nearly drove Donna out of her mind.
"Ohhhhh . . . huhhhhhh!"
He was nuzzling her inner cuntlips now, spreading her thighs with both hands while fucking his tongue in deeper. Donna arched her spine, her body shaking with excitement as she hooked one leg over her son and rubbed her heel against his naked back. He had to want to fuck her. Men were always hotter than women, so much more eager to fuck! Again, the woman let out a cry. Her cuntal muscles were convulsing, sucking at Jack's probing tongue, drawing it in, milking it the way they would milk a cock.
"Dick me! Fuck me!" she cried, her voice hoarse.
"Oh yeah, mom, yeah! You're goin' outta your mind! I'm gonna fuck you-fuck you good!"
He had pulled from between her split thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand, then settling himself slowly onto her until Donna could feel something very hot brushing up between her legs. She knew it was Jack's cock. She had felt many cocks before in her life. But this time, it was her son's cock! The thought brought out a fiery shiver from her as she lay there expectantly, waiting for him to fuck her.
She felt his tight grip on her shoulders, his brawny chest tickling across her nipples while his knees pushed hers farther apart. And then she could feel it, feel that thick meaty cockhead pushing into her cunt, forcing the moist, tumid cunt folds apart while his balls dragged along her thighs until they pillowed up against her crotch. Donna dared move her hips, changing the angle her cunt made with that fat prick and feeling it scraping along her cuntal walls even more!
He was fucking that long cunt-splitter into her and she was taking it, taking her own son's prick! And there was no more guilt, no more fear about fucking with him. Donna moved her hips again, feeling his cocklance slide up against her cuntal walls and trigger a spasm.
"Uh!" she grunted.
"Oh, shit! You're milkin' my dick, Mom," he said, shaking the sweat from his forehead. "Man, that's somethin' else, somethin' else!"
Jack was panting into her ear, fucking his prickmeat all the way into her after having nearly dragged it all the way out. He was moving slowly now, pulling his prick up, tugging at her insides until Donna thought she would split in two from the pressure. Then he fucked back in, rocking his hips slowly so she could feel more of his cock shoving in.
It was starting to get difficult to breathe! She opened her mouth to suck in air and found Jack covering it with his lips. He kissed her deeply, his tongue brushing over hers while his fingers pinched her nipples. He was fucking harder now, his groin brushing against hers while his cock hairs drew electric charges from her clit. Donna humped back, tensing her thighs and fucking upward as hard as she could. It was like having a powder keg between her legs, and the fuse was sputtering. Her tits jiggled with the force of her son's fucking while she swung her leg around his back and pumped for all she was worth. At times, she was so hot she locked herself to his body, feeling him pulling her up from the floor while his prick drilled deep into her pussy. She grabbed and clutched at him, babbling incoherently when she wasn't tonguing into his mouth.
She felt her orgasm start deep in her cunt. The cunt walls shook, clutched and grabbed at her son's prick. The throbbing grew stronger and stronger until she felt the steady, hot, wet splashing inside that told her Jack was shooting his load of jizz into her. They were cumming together.
"Ohhhhh, yes, yes, cummmmmm!" she cried, feeling the hot oozing sensation of jizz rolling down her asscrack.
Oh, it was so wonderful, so delightful having her son fucking her this way. She smiled happily and drifted with the waves of satisfaction that lapped gently through her body, not thinking of what she would do or say later. Only now mattered, she thought, stroking Jack's neck while he shot his cum-load deep in her cream-mg cunt.
Chapter Eight
Cindy came home from school late and purposely avoided her mother.
Had her mother been cleaning? The coffee table was pushed back from the couch, and one of the chairs was moved away from the sofa. Odd. Her mother wasn't around, thank goodness.
Putting her books down gently on the coffee table, Cindy sat on the edge of the couch, thinking of what she and Justin had done today. It had been so spontaneous, so weird! And yet it was as if they'd planned fucking all along. The way he had held her when he'd stuck his cock into her still made the teenager shiver. She drew her legs together and rubbed her upper arms with her fingertips. Just thinking about fucking with a guy like that made her feel good all over. She should call Kathy, tell her what had happened.
Justin wanted to see Cindy again. He had taken her number. But now Cindy was a little sorry she'd given it to him. She was still so inexperienced about doing things like this with guys. And he always was in such control. She was frightened, and yet anxious.
"Hi, Sis! Deep in thought?" Jack said.
Justin faded into the background as she thought about what was going on here, right under her own roof. Did Jack know about Mom? The thought made Cindy sick. Cindy contemplated moving away from Donna, going to live with Jack and Eddy. The thought excited her. They could share her-Jack fucking her on Monday and Wednesday, Eddy on Tuesday and Thursday, with the weekend a free-for-all!
"Just thinking about homework, that's all," she said sullenly.
Jack chucked her under the chin, tilting her head up while bending down close to her. Cindy wanted to draw away. But she couldn't help feeling her heart skip a beat or two when he kissed her. And when she felt his hand slipping around her waist, she even felt her cunt winking shut with heat. She had promised herself she would control her reactions with her brother better. But it was impossible.
"No, Jack, there's just too much going on around here. I don't want to be part of it anymore," Cindy protested, pushing away.
"Oh?" Jack could see his sister knew about Eddy and their mother.
Of course, she couldn't have known what he and Donna had done together. Sitting down next to her, he started stroking her hair, kissing the side of her neck, bringing his knees up against hers.
"Please, Jack, I ... I don't want to," she complained, her voice growing weaker.
"Cindy. You're so hot and fine. And I know you wanna do it with me. You wanna fuck me. And I'm good, real good with you."
Cindy knew she should resist. But something inside her was drawing her to her brother, melting her resolve. She leaned heavily against him, feeling his fingers opening her blouse, his hands slipping under her skirt while his mouth covered hers. She was drifting away, pinned under her brother's hot, muscular body.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
Cindy shot away from Jack like a bullet, trying to rebutton her blouse as Eddy stood grinning sheepishly by the door. Jack arched his eyebrows and smiled meekly while Eddy locked the front door. Cindy was furious.
"Get out of here, Eddy! I know what you were doing with my mother! Get out!"
"Feisty. You know," Eddy said, tilting his head to one side and scratching his chin thoughtfully, "when you've got a girl like that, sometimes it takes two guys to calm her down."
"Get out!" she demanded.
But the suggestion had caught on well with her brother. Cindy could see the fire in his eyes and the mischief in Eddy's. She backed away from them, brushing stray hair from her eyes. They were going to take her, one way or the other! Cindy backed behind the sofa, suddenly hating herself. She wanted them to fuck her, to rape her right there until she came. The thought that they were going to slip their cocks into her drove her mad.
Her brother was the first to move, jumping over the coffee table, the toes of his boots knocking several magazines to the floor. Cindy screamed, turning and feeling his fingers gripping her wrist.
"No!" she cried.
But she could feel that hot, tingling sensation start up between her legs again. It was like having a single drop of sweat trickle its way through the hairy mat of her tight little cunt. She tried to pull away, but again felt her strength weakening under her brother's gaze.
"Oh yeah, Sis, yeah! And now you're gonna have two of us."
"But Mom ..."
"Let her solve her own problems," Jack said, hushing her with a kiss.
He was right. She didn't want to stop. Having her ass felt up that way felt good, even when he started hunching harder. Her body was doing all those wonderful things. That tingle in her cunt was growing into that more urgent, concentrated feeling that took her breath away. A froth was developing between her swelling cuntlips, wetting down her panty crotch again. Oh, why was she such an easy mark for her big brother?
"Come on, Jack. She's your sister, but gimme a break, too!"
Eddy was behind them now, sliding his hands under her skirt and raising the hem until he could caress her firm, pert little ass. She pumped her ass back and forth as if she were trying to get away from them. With each movement, she let her brother slide his fingers closer to her cunt. The juice was running so thick from her hot fuck-hole it was coating her pussy hair and starting to run down her legs.
"Man, Sis, you're really wet! Bet just the thought of us both fucking her is driving her nuts. It's driving me nuts! Christ! I'm gonna cum all over her ass if she keeps moving that way!"
"No, no!"
Jack had her panties down already, the soppy nylon draped around her ankles. It was embarrassing, especially having both her brother and Eddy there feeling her up and working her so high she could hardly breathe. She felt Eddy's fingers crawling along her ass cheeks, squeezing them while two fingers slipped into her asscrack.
She thought about her mother, thought about the two of them fucking their brains out, and she smiled. She would show Donna, show them all. She started moving back and forth again, hearing the guys grow more and more aroused as she swayed between them.
"Let's get her in my room. It's closer," Eddy said, tugging at her waist.
"Come on, Sis, come on!"
They pulled and dragged the moaning girl through the living room. Jack soon had her blouse off while Eddy worked on her skirt and panties. Desperately, Cindy tried to see what was happening. But all she could see was Eddy's face. She felt his hands feeling her up and down greedily while Jack shut the door. In a moment, Jack was moving up to her, working his cock-head between her soft smooth thighs. He had taken out his prick when they'd entered Eddy's bedroom-and he was going to fuck her now.
Cindy moaned, feeling her brother's thick, throbbing cockhead suddenly push into her fuck-hole and shove in. Jack grunted, grinding his hips convulsively while arching his back. His hands were gripping at her tits, the fingers pinching and rolling her nipples while his thick fucker shoved in and out between her cuntlips in short, rapid-fire strokes. He pressed her backward, trying to get her onto the bed.
"Hey, what the fuck you doing? I thought you wanted to drag this thing out," Eddy said.
"Uhhhh, fuck . . . can't stop, can't stop! Man, she was working me up when you came in! God, I can't believe it!"
Cindy heard the panting and knew what was going to happen. Jack's eyes rolled back as he fucked his prick deeper and deeper into her cunt. She fell back onto the bed, carrying her brother with her.
He couldn't pull out. He had to cum. Jack let out another groan and shoved his hairy groin up hard against her crotch and held her tightly.
"No, don't, not yet!" Eddy yelped.
But Jack was only a few strokes from shooting. Eddy wanted to slip his prick into her right now, but watched fascinated as his buddy fucked his own little sister.
Cindy felt him start to shoot and tried to cum with him. She ground her hips up, sliding her clit back and forth against his wiry black cock hairs. Her cunt clung to the thick cock base and worked all the hot jizz out. Her clit was only stirred halfway to climax, however. She felt her brother shudder against her tummy, hold frantically onto her for a few seconds, then grow limp.
"Too fuckin' much, man! Sorry, Sis, but I was going out of my mind with you."
Cindy lay there sprawled on the bed, her damp panties dangling from one ankle. Eddy pulled them off, putting one hand on his buddy's shoulder.
"My turn now. It's time somebody helped this chick really get off."
Jack slipped his slimy prick out, rolling onto his side and rubbing his aching balls with both hands as Eddy stepped out of his trousers and lowered himself between Cindy's thighs. She could feel Eddy's cock shoving up against her body just a few inches above her cunt. Cindy rolled her ass up, feeling that cock edging up to her pussy, that same big cock that had driven her mother insane. She would show him who was better! She would show him she could outshine her mother in bed.
Opening her mouth, she licked her lips, inviting Eddy to kiss her. He sealed his mouth over hers, fucking down. She was silently begging him for cock, thrusting her hips up, feeling his tight-skinned cockmeat sliding in on a film of Jack's cum. He shoved his hairy ass down fast, sending his fucker steaming in and out of her cummy cunt as fast as he could. Cindy liked that rushing sensation, the feeling that her cuntal mouth was hurting and burning from the fucking friction.
"Slow down, Eddy! Don't blow it fast the way I did," Jack advised.
Jack was lying on the bed now, his prick half-hard from watching his buddy fucking his little sister. Eddy slowed down a bit, raising his body like a bridge over her, looking down between her legs and watching his thick cockshaft pulling from her fuck-hole. The veins throbbed against his pink cockskin, now slick and gleaming with her cunt juice. He watched her pussy muscles convulse and squeeze tight against his cockmeat. Cindy licked her lips again and again, her pussy milking at his prick until the big stud let out a long, low groan.
"Man, no wonder you shot off like that, Jack! She's outta control. You're too good to be true, baby, too good!"
Jack watched with wide eyes, his prick rock hard again as Eddy paused, rolling his hips around while his cockhead reamed out her cuntal mouth. Cindy was moaning, rolling her head from side to side while licking her dry lips.
Her body was on fire, flames of incredible goodness flashing up and down her taut belly. He watched fascinated as the girl's legs shivered then rubbed tantalizingly against the sheet. Cindy was begging for cock, wanting more, taking more. She arched her spine a little, forcing her clit to rub up against the sinking fucker.
Jack leaned forward a little, inching up and rubbing his prick up against her mouth just as Eddy fucked back into her. Cindy knew what her big brother wanted. Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, letting his prick slide over the curved surface and down into her throat.
"Man," Eddy said. "That's mother-fuckin' good-watchin' your little sister suck you off while I'm roddin' her cunt!"
Cindy agreed, tasting the strong flavor of her brother's pre-cum on her tongue. The salty, strong jizz melted down her throat, making her hunch up against Eddy and beg for more cock. She grabbed tightly onto her brother's friend and writhed between the two young men.
"Suck it, Cindy! Come on, get that dick in your mouth and suck it down all the way," Jack demanded, rolling forward a little and sliding his cock into his sister's mouth.
"Man, this family's . . . great!" Eddy whispered, pulling back, then fucking down for all he was worth.
Cindy tightened her cunt more and more, milking at Eddy's prick until she thought she would go out of her mind. He was slowing down his fuck-strokes now, making her feel every inch of his prick. Cindy was going wild on a sexual high. Having two men working on her body at the same time was something she wanted to last all day. Her cunt trembled and squeezed on Eddy's cock as she felt it slow down. His fucking strokes were getting longer and deeper, while she felt her brother trying to cram all his big cock down her throat. She took all the thick cock she could. And when she had to breathe, Cindy signaled him with a pat on the leg. Jack grunted, sliding his cock far enough out so she wouldn't choke on his prick.
"Man, oh man, just came-and I think I could cum again, right down her fuckin' throat!" Jack rasped.
Her brother's hot words made the teenager shiver with more delight. Cindy tightened up her cunt still more, squeezing his cock as it penetrated her body on the downstroke. She could feel that thick cockhead working around deep inside her, while Jack's prick was starting to jerk between her lips.
"Man, take it Sis!"
His voice was strained, thick as he jammed the full length of his fucker in her mouth. Cindy could taste more pre-cum oozing from his piss slit. Yes, yes! He was going to shoot! She swallowed up his prick even more hungrily than before, flicking her tongue back and forth against the underside while reaching up and tickling his hairy balls.
Jack let out a long low moan, then gripped her head with both hands. His cock was all the way in, his cockhead rubbing up against her tonsils.
It was then Cindy felt the strong jets of hot cum gushing into her throat, filling up her mouth, frothing out around the corners of her cock-stuffed lips. Cum dribbled down her chin, running between her tits.
"Awww, Sis! This is . . . uhhhh!"
Eddy saw his buddy going wild and fucked down hard. Cindy felt terrible convulsions starting up in her cock-filled cunt. She moaned, her cunt grabbing tightly around Eddy's fucking prick. The young stud was working his prick around, keeping it buried while he threw his head back and closed his eyes. Cindy let out a long wail, her clit going into spasms while wave after wave of orgasm shot through her.
She was cumming, cumming so hard she thought her clit would blast itself off her cunt! The teenager arched her spine, bouncing her bare ass up and down on the mattress while Eddy sent globs of slippery cum into her hot pussy.
"Uhhh . . . ooooohhhhh!"
It was too much, far too much for Cindy. She felt herself fainting, passing out with pleasure as the two young men finished servicing her. Oh, this was good, so good, better than she could have ever dreamed! Cindy gasped, getting breath back into her lungs and vowing she would do this again as soon as she could. Oh, how good fucking was!
Chapter Nine
Donna was worried sick about her daughter. She wanted to approach her about what the girl had seen. The thought of alienating Cindy for the rest of her life made Donna ill. She had to make peace with her daughter. But every time she thought of how she would approach her, her courage failed. How could she explain what had happened? How could she tell Cindy that things like that just went on, and the world didn't have to fall apart because of them? They were just natural reactions between normal people.
How simple and straight-forward it all sounded. And yet how very difficult it was to say. How Donna wished she hadn't fucked Eddy!
Things were getting more and more confused now, especially with Jack in the picture. She had even let her own son fuck her! And it had been wonderful-better than it had been with his friend. Just the thought of letting her own son touch her that way, drive his stiff prick into her pussy while she rutted under him made her shudder, even now. Her nipples were poking against her halter as she sat there in the living room, trying to compose herself.
It was quiet in the house, the only sound being the steady ticking of the grandfather's clock behind her. How nice it was to be alone for once, sitting quietly on the sofa while darkness settled around her. Cindy was at choir practice at the school. Eddy had tried to make a move on Donna, but she had settled him for the moment, feigning a headache. God only knows where he was. All she knew was that he and Jack would be leaving in three days. She only had that much time to try to straighten out this mess.
"Ohhhhh!"
Was that a car driving up? Donna rose slowly, walking to the bay window and pulling aside the curtains. Jack! She put one hand up to her forehead, feeling it burning with ... she didn't want to think about it. Oh, why did he have to show up first? If only Cindy would have come home, they could have had it out right then and there. This made it impossible! Donna thought about rushing to her room and locking the door. But Jack was suddenly inside the living room, standing there in front of her-and looking so good-before she could make a move.
"Mom, I'm . . . I'm sorry for what happened last time. I didn't mean to force myself on you, but . . . well, things just got out of hand."
Donna could have cried! She had expected anything but this kind of apology. Fighting back the tears, she walked up to her son and put one hand up to his cheek, feeling how warm it was. How often she had done that when he was a child. And now there were such forbidden feelings rushing through her, feelings that were making her cunt drool.
"Mom ..."
It was happening again! God, it was happening again, and there was nothing she could do about it! Donna felt herself drawn to her son, her heart beating so quickly while his arms were sliding around her.
"Eddy's not gonna be home for a while. Neither's Cindy, I'll bet. Come on, Mom."
Donna felt his hot body rubbing into hers, his hands touching her, his fingers moving up and down her sides while his cock-bulge rubbed back and forth over that hot, itchy spot between her legs.
"Ohhhh, Son . . . Jack . . . '* Donna couldn't help herself. She loved the way his hands were working over her body. And how had he managed to get her blouse off so quickly? She loved it as his fingers wandered over her naked tits, caressing them gently, pinching her sensitive nipples. She let her head fall back as she let out a moan, her body leaning heavily against her son's.
"Please, let's do it, Jack! Please, don't make me wait anymore. Please?" she begged.
"I'm gonna give it to you, Mom, gonna give it to you good!"
Her skirt was up. Thank goodness she hadn't worn any panties. That had proven to be a liability for her in this house.
She felt his fingers touching the fat, greasy labes of her cunt. There was a slight jingling sound, the sound of a zipper going down. And then she could feel it, feel his spongy cockhead brushing hotly between her shuddering thighs. It was all Donna could do to keep from falling to the floor. Her knees knocked together as she felt Jack's hands bracing around her ass cheeks. She wiggled around slightly, feeling that thick prickhead trying to get into the tightness of her cunt. As she twisted, her cuntlips pulled to one side. Slowly, firmly, Jack's cock worked its way into her tight, fur-edged cunt hole. Donna stiffened, her buns clenching and unclenching against her kneading fingers while that prickhead stretched her wet pussylips, pushing them widely apart.
She twisted her hips around, feeling the youth's long thick fucker starting to work its way into her pussy.
"You want it? Come on then, Mom. I'm not gonna fuck you standing up. That's for kids. Let's go to your room."
Donna moaned hotly into his ear, feeling herself go wild as she shoved her hips forward, grinding her slippery cunt against his prick. She stood on tiptoe, trying to get her milking cunt slit even with his prick. Her clit brushed against the thick throbbing cockshaft, making her shiver.
"Come on," he whispered.
Reluctantly, Donna took her arms away from his waist, falling back, feeling her skirt drop back to her knees. Looking down, she could see her son's cock sticking straight out from his opened Levi's. Jack pushed his hard-on back in, leading his mother down the hall to her room.
Donna felt as if she were in a dream, moving so slowly, seeing things and yet not seeing them. She felt her son pulling off her skirt, stripping her in front of the mirror, then pushing her back until she was on the bed, her legs spread wide, exposing the curly blonde cunt hair and the dark-pink slit between her fat outer pussylips. Donna licked her lips, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress. She wanted him, needed him to fuck her. She let out another groan, reaching down and drawing her fingers along either side of her pussy. Her knees moved up, inched back, stretching her cunt open for her son.
Jack pulled off his clothes quickly, reaching between her legs and rubbing his fingers over her soft cuntlips. As he squeezed, he flicked one finger over the woman's clit. It spasmed, making Donna arch her back and twist like a snake over the bed. She shoved her cunt up into her son's hands, her ass hanging there, trembling.
"Oh God, Jack, fuck me, fuck me!"
Her clit spasmed again, making Donna close her eyes and lick her lips. Dear God in heaven, she was so hot! And there was her gorgeous son, lying on top of her, his hands pushing through her hair while his thick cockhead pushed through the split lips of her cunt and fucked in. The hard, throbbing hunk of prickmeat fucked in deeper and deeper.
"Oh, good, Mom! Real good!" he moaned, kissing her wildly on the side of her throat.
Donna stroked her fingers up and down against his humping back, drawing her knees farther apart and drinking in the hot sensation of her son's cock fucking into her pussy. It was so hard, so thick, shoving aside all the tingly membranes and sending flashing signals racing up and down her spine. Donna curled her back, hugging her son's hard-muscled body with the insides of her knees while she curled her toes. It was delightful being fucked by her own son! She drew his fucker in deeper, feeling her cunt snugging up to his cockmeat.
"Ohhh, Jack! Sooooo good! Take me! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me deep!"
She was jerking her ass up from the bed and wiggling it frantically while she rolled her hips up against his groin. He was giving it to her, every inch of his big cock. Donna groaned, her head hanging back while she took every hard inch of his cockmeat between her shivering legs. She loved her son's prick up in he pussy. She loved the feeling of his hairy balls dangling low between her legs, brushing up against her smooth ass cheeks. Donna started shoving her ass up and down, trying to prime him for some fast, hard fucking.
"Want it, Mom? Want to feel my cock fucking in and out of you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
He was whispering such naughty things into her ear while he gave her a series of short, fast fuck-thrusts. He slid his cock a few inches in, then pulled it out only to fuck it back into her tight hot cunt. His ass ground on the downstroke so he could grind his cockshaft into her raw clit. Jack twisted around between her clutching legs, grinding his fucker into her, shoving his groin against her full pussylips. He was going wild, moving his body back and forth, stirring his prick around and around while his mother bucked wildly under him. And when he touched her big tits, squeezing them, licking at her stiff, itching nipples, Donna thought she would lose her mind. "Jack! Jack! Jack!"
She called out her son's name again and again as she felt him fucking her cunt. Her body blossomed hot and lush with each stroke of his prick. Greedily, Donna begged for more, her body twisting up against her son's as he milked more and more pleasure from her.
"Ohhhh, now, now, now!" she cried, hunching and fucking and tossing her body around frantically.
Her flesh was wet with perspiration, sweat rolling out from under her arms, down her cheeks, out from under her shivering tits. Their sweaty bodies slid over one another while the headboard clattered against the wall behind them. Donna was feeling herself on the edge of climax, her body shivering and shuddering while her son braced himself against her and drove down all the way.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Lights popped in front of the woman as she felt herself pitch over the edge and fall down, down into a black abyss. She was cumming, her cunt milking and clutching at her son's prick while her legs beat savagely against his body.
"Oh wow, Mom! Oh yeah ..."
He let out a sharp cry, his body shaking as if he were having a fit. Donna could feel the throbs of his cock in her while her cunt exploded again and again. The rough fucking had her pussy burning. Her clit throbbed as if it were a festering wound while her cunt spasmed hard against that fucking cock.
"Ahhhhh, Mom ..."
He was whispering hoarsely while his cum-load shot out in hot jets. The jizz exploded from his prickhead, coating her cuntal walls, filling her pussy up while the woman twisted and jerked spasmodically under him.
When it was all over, Jack rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. Donna cuddled in her son's arms, feeling conflicting emotions.
"Oh, Jack, this just isn't right. . . it just isn't right doing this. And your sister ... I don't know what I'm going to do."
Guilt started seeping in again, taking away the pleasure that she was starting to feel. Jack frowned, reading his mother's mind.
"Cindy's not all that innocent, Mom." "But ..."
He quieted her with one finger against her lips.
"I'll show you. And then we can cut this crap."
Chapter Ten
Donna stood in the shadows, feeling like a spy. More than once, she wanted to back away and run from the room. But something kept her there as she dug her fingernails into the stucco wall and watched her daughter walk into the living room. Jack and Eddy were sitting there watching the late afternoon news.
"Where's Mom?" Cindy asked.
Jack threw down a magazine he'd been flipping through and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Oh, something about that new job she's been interviewing for. They called up and wanted to talk some more. She'll be back in an hour or so."
"Well, I've got some homework to go through. Heavy stuff," Cindy said, rolling her eyes as she marched toward the stairs.
"Me and Eddy thought about doing some homework, too. Right, buddy?"
"Come on, Jack," Cindy said, resting against the doorway as she looked from one guy to the other. "I've got work to do. I'm gonna fail if ... "
"And we're gonna jack off if you don't come on and take care of us," Jack said, dropping his hand between his legs and squeezing his cock-bulge.
Donna watched, her hand fluttering up to her throat. Cindy was actually smiling! Her young daughter was standing there hesitating, staring at her own brother like some cock-hungry slut! Donna caught herself. Hadn't she done the same thing? Hadn't she felt the same thing? Who was she to judge?
"Well, okay, since Mom isn't home," Cindy said, putting her books down on the landing and starting to slip off her jersey.
Donna felt her cunt swelling open under her skirt. A warm trickle of her cuntal juice ran down the inside of her thigh, making her frustration that much more intense.
Eddy was rising from the couch, moving up to Cindy and feeling her ass while Jack was holding her. They kissed, Cindy letting her head bend back and standing on tiptoes while her brother turned her around and pulled her slender body up against him. Donna saw Cindy's ass. She was wearing no panties, which delighted Jack, who squeezed her cute buns. And then she saw her daughter's ass moving gently against Jack. It was a soft, fucking motion, the hint of something much more intense.
Donna felt herself grabbing her own blouse, tearing at the buttons against her will as she saw this horrid disgrace. She bit her hp, her eyes burning with tears. So this was what it had come to. The whole family was fucking. Fucking with one another. Well, what did it matter? It should all come out in the open now.
"Cindy!" Donna called out.
The young teenager froze for a second. Wheeling around, she found herself eyeing her mother. Quickly, the girl brought the opened halves of her blouse together, trying to hide her naked tits. She opened her mouth as if about to explain. But Donna held up one hand, silencing her daughter. She looked at the young men standing there-smug, so sure of themselves. She wanted to laugh, then cry. Cindy was blushing furiously, looking down at the floor, wringing her hands. She was the picture of misery.
"That's all right, dear. I know what you're going through."
"But you don't," the half-naked girl complained, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Yes. I . . . I've been to bed with him . . . and your brother."
Cindy snapped her head up, staring wide-eyed at her mother. She started to shake her head.
"It's true. I don't know how these things start, but I swear to you, it's true. Don't feel bad about this, honey. I guess it's all right, just as long as we don't feel bad about what we do."
"But ..."
Donna started to finish unbuttoning her blouse, looking behind her and realizing the drapes were open.
"It's not wise to do anything in here. What about in your room, Eddy? There are two beds there."
The two guys glanced at one another with wide grins. Cindy was still trying to decide if her mother was telling the truth or not. Watching her disrobe that way, slipping her bra from her pendulous tits right in front of Jack and Eddy, helped convince her that Donna indeed wasn't lying. When her mother pulled down her skirt, revealing her thick bush of cuntal hair-now damp with pussy juice-Cindy realized the truth.
"Please, Jack, please," Donna said, cupping her hands under her heavy, swelling tits and rubbing them gently. She closed her eyes, thumbing her nipples until they were dark and turgid.
"C'mon," Eddy said. "We've got a couple of women here hot to fuck, even if one of them is your old lady and the other's your sister."
Donna moved as if she were in a dream, feeling the slick rubbing of her cuntlips against one another. The weight of her jiggling ass cheeks added to the delightful sensation as she let her clothes fall off behind her. When she finally entered Eddy's room, she found Cindy was already in bed, her legs stretched to either side, her tits like two peaks on her heaving chest. She looked so like a princess, her body quiet, her eyes wide open. The only thing that gave away what was really in her mind was the sparkling dew of pussy juice oozing from her cunt slit and coating her cunt hairs. Cindy was moving her fingers faintly along either side of her cuntal slit, her knees rising and settling softly in a steady movement while her ass squirmed against the coverlet.
Donna could well understand why Jack and Eddy were anxious to fuck her sweet young daughter. But was she as attractive? The touch of her son's hands against her ass told her so.
"Ohhhh, Eddy," Cindy sighed, opening her legs a little more as the now-naked stud settled between them and sealed her mouth with his.
Donna watched fascinated as her daughter disappeared under his muscular body. She felt her nipples become very hard and very red. They were tilted upward, pointing straight up at Jack's mouth. Donna cupped one tit in her hand, massaging and milking it until the tip was very, very hard. Jack was massaging the muscles of her neck, pushing her down to the floor. Behind her, Donna could hear the starting sounds of fucking.
"Ohhh, such a nice cock!" Donna sighed, licking her way down her son's flat belly until her cheek was resting against his hairy groin.
She could feel his hard-on against her chin, then her cheek, so very, very hot and hard. Donna worked her fingers down to the youth's pulsating prick, sighing while her fingers caressed the bulging meaty cock. She started to tug on his cock, moving her fingers lightly along the underside while lowering her head and licking his hanging balls.
"Ohhh, Mom, that's . . . that's good, real good! Christ, havin' your mouth down there . . . uhhh! It's gonna make me pop!"
Donna opened her mouth, wrapping her hands around her son's bare ass while sticking out her tongue and balancing his prickhead on the tip. He was grunting, his body shivering with that light touch as she wriggled her tongue back and forth, her lips barely touching his cocktip. Then she opened her mouth wider and took the whole cockhead in her sucking mouth. Spit drooled around his prick, bubbling over the tight pink flesh while her tongue flicked over and around it constantly.
Taking in a deep breath, Donna moved down farther until she could feel the wiry cock hairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. It was a delicious feeling having her mouth filled that way, the fat cockhead brushing against the back of her throat while his furry balls scraped up and down against her chin. Donna dropped two hands down between her legs, feeling her fingers probe around in her cunt while her clit throbbed up against her thumbs. She was so wet down there. How her cuntal muscles milked at her probing fingers while she bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, swallowing that prickmeat. Rolling her eyes to the right, Donna caught sight of Eddy's humping ass.
"Ohhh, yeah, fuck it out, baby, come on, fuck that ass," Eddy growled, slapping Cindy's ass while rolling his hips over her.
"Mom, that's it, suck that dick!" Jack rasped.
Donna leaned forward, taking his prick from an angle that let it shove down easily into her soft, sucking throat. The woman gripped his hips now, her blonde hair tumbling down over her face and partially hiding her mouth as it slid up and down the slippery red stalk of his cock. She moved one hand down to his balls, cradling them, rocking them while Jack fucked deep into her mouth and held it there. In a few moments, Donna pulled back and looked up at her son. "Good?" she asked.
"Too damned good," he whispered hotly, raising her from the floor and moving her to the second bed.
Donna could hardly walk. He was settling her down, looking down into her pink wet cunt slash. Putting his hands on either side of her shoulders, Jack slowly lowered himself, his mouth opening wide to suck in her red, soft lips. His tongue thrashed in her mouth while the flanged head of his prick speared right into her wet cuntal split. With one push, he fucked his cocklance all the way into her hot cunt, making his mother's legs jerk apart.
"Ooooooooffffff!"
Donna felt the world coming apart for her one more time. She twisted upward, holding onto his body as his prick pulled halfway out. She moaned again as she felt her son sink his cockmeat back into her pussy, twisting his hips around so she could feel all of it. Her cunt tightened on his prick, her juice seeping out and wetting down his balls and her thighs. In a spasm of delight, the woman twisted her ass around, grinding her cunt onto the head of his cock.
"Take it, Mom! Take it!"
"Fuck it out, Cindy! Fuck it out!"
Her daughter was cumming. She could hear that wail, hear Eddy's lusty grunts as he finished fucking her. Donna tore her mouth away from her son's and gasped.
"More! More!" the ecstatic woman cried.
Jack fucked his prick into her cunt with one powerful stroke, his cockshaft burying itself balls-deep in her tight, milking pussy. He ground his ass down and pushed in, his head thrown back. In that moment, his balls lost then-load, thick knots of creamy jizz jetting down his thick cockrod and blasting into her cunt.
Donna felt her clit vibrating, making her body arch as she screamed and beat her heels against her son's lower back. She felt Jack's cock sliding easily back and forth now on his hot cum while more oozed out, flooding her spasming pussy.
And then it was over.
"Mom, you okay?"
"Oh, the best, the best ever, Jack. But your sister, is she all right?"
Donna rolled slightly to the left, looking at the other bed. Cindy's arms were draped over the bed as if she'd been shot. But Donna could hear the steady, even moans from the young girl. Yes, she was fine. They were all fine. Donna murmured softly, running her fingers along her son's neck, feeling his powerful legs pinning her to the bed. Oh, it was all so wonderful, so good!
She closed her eyes and sighed happily. She never would have believed something like this could happen to any family, let alone hers. But here it was! Well, having a beautiful son to fuck her this way was a blessing in disguise. And watching her sweet young daughter there told her Cindy was ready to start leading her own life -with some motherly supervision, of course.
"You wanna trade partners, Mom? You know, Eddy fuck you, me fuck Sis?"
Donna smiled, nearly laughed. Yes, of course, they could do as they chose. Children usually did anyway. And it certainly seemed now that the kids knew what was best!
