"Do you know what evil is?" asks the heroine of this explosive new novel. "It's to be dead...It's to not feel anything. Isn't that hell?"
Throughout human history man has denied his sexual feelings, buried them, wound up expending the pent-up energy in wars and violence.
In the last twenty years we have seen a revolution of sexual morality that has turned the old values upside down. Virginity, fidelity, monogamy, are fast losing their meaning in modern society. And many believe it to be a healthy change.
Since Dr. Freud made his startling revelations of the contents of the human unconscious, each new generation had been forced to face newer and deeper truths about the undercurrents of life.
This novel deals with what might prove to be the last taboo-INCEST. It is the unspoken, deeply buried subtext of family life today.
This fictional portrayal of one such family may shock you, but perhaps it heralds still greater sexual freedom to come.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Eve Whitman was not in the habit of eavesdropping. But in the modest two-bedroom apartment it was sometimes impossible not to hear the children's conversations. Besides, the tall, attractive auburn-haired mother had a keen interest in this particular conversation. She could hear her daughter Karen's voice from the next room.
"Yes, Billy, that's right," Karen was saying in a bored drawl. "I'm busy tonight and tomorrow night . . . " There was a long pause. "Oh shit, Billy. I've tried to be subtle with you. Listen-I don't want to date you. You bore me. Goodbye." And she slammed down the receiver.
Karen Whitman was, without doubt, the most beautiful girl at Erasmus Hall High School. With a student body of almost six thousand, that was no small compliment. Like her mother, she had a perfectly proportioned body. Both women had tiny waists, flaring out into womanly curves on slender hips. Both women had long, statuesque legs and delicately shaped hands and feet. And both women had beautiful breasts. But the remarkable thing was that Karen's were so much bigger than her mother's! Eve Whitman's breasts were high and still firm-but young Karen's were like sweet melons, huge, ripe and fashionably braless. Beneath her T-shirts, her nipples were always provocatively erect.
The difference between mother and daughter didn't stop there. Eve, still beautiful at 36, had a full rich mane of auburn hair and a face whose features were even and well-balanced, if perhaps a bit bland. Her daughter Karen, on the other hand, was a natural platinum blonde, with long wavy hair that cascaded thickly down her back to her waist. And though Karen's features were so similar to her mother's, there was a striking difference in their faces. Karen's features were just a bit sharper, a bit more well-defined. And though she was the daughter, she seemed somehow more womanly. The teenage girl's presence also had a charisma, a magnetism, that was born of boldness.
Her extraordinary beauty had made her fearless even as a child. Nothing could intimidate her. She was a born leader, who seemed to make almost no effort, yet got everything she wanted. She was also bright enough to get through school without having to bother to learn either discipline or studiousness.
Eve was worried about her daughter.
She heard the door slam to the bedroom Karen still shared with her brother Rick. Eve was worried about that too. She had talked to her husband Walter about moving to a larger apartment, but there was just not enough money.
Karen walked past her mother and headed for the kitchen. She pulled open the door and took out a large chocolate cream pie that had been the family's dessert the night before and cut herself a huge slice.
"Karen, you're going to get fat if you don't watch your figure." Eve stood now in the doorway to the kitchen, watching her daughter with concern, wondering how to broach the subject she really wanted to talk about.
"Oh, mother," Karen said with the deliberate patience that teenagers use to make their parents feel like slow children, "You know very well the doctor said that with my metabolism I could eat anything I want and not gain weight."
She forked a huge piece of the cream pie and held it in front of her, teasing the chocolate with her tiny pink tongue, then closing her eyes as she savored the sweet taste in her mouth.
"I want to talk to you, Karen," said Eve with some difficulty, as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from her daughter. "I'm worried about you. You don't date anymore. You don't go out with boys like you used to."
"Oh, motherrr," said Karen. "Two years ago you were upset because I did date boys. Now you're upset because I don't."
"Oh, why can't you be like all the other girls."
"Because I'm not, mother. That's all."
Though other people were often puzzled over Karen's behavior and troubled by it, the beautiful platinum blonde teenager was not. She accepted herself as she was. At thirteen, aware of the new sexual sensations streaming through her developing young body, she had lost her virginity to a counselor at summer camp. When she tired of him, she had an affair with the president of the senior class at the high school. When she dumped him, she took up with the football captain, the same Billy to whom she had just given the brush-off. Now, at fifteen, she felt she needed a real man.
"Boys are so boring, mother," said Karen, resting her chin in her hands.
"You're so lucky to have a strong man like daddy."
"Yes, I guess I am," Eve answered, with an air of vagueness, as she withdrew for a moment into her own thoughts. There had been a time, so long ago it seemed, when she and Walter had been in love. But now he was distant, remote, in a world of his own. Maybe he was beginning to see through her little act in the bedroom. This had always worried Eve, but now more than ever.
"Hi, mom!"
The door flew open and her fourteen-year-old son Rick bounded in the door. His T-shirt and jeans were covered with dirt and his face was flushed and sweaty.
"Goodness, look at you. You'd better wash up-and don't track dirt all through the living room."
The handsome, dark-haired teenager grinned. "I played two games of football this afternoon, and was the star of the team both times."
Karen looked at her brother with an amused glint in her eye. "Get yourself a girl friend, and you won't have to play so much football." She laughed as Rick blushed and her mother cleared her throat.
"Your brother's too young for girls," she said.
Rick was still a child...such a handsome child. Why, his voice had barely begun to change and, though he shaved twice a week now, it was more for his ego than for the thin wisps of down that grew on his face. But Rick was such a good child. As obedient as Karen was willful, as sweet as his sister was fiery.
"Both of you wash up. Your father will be home for supper in awhile...Oh, Karen, I hope you haven't spoiled your appetite."
"Oh, motherrrrr!"
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"Motherrrrrr!"
In her exasperation, young Karen Whitman inhaled deeply and her huge breasts seemed to swell inside her flimsy pink T-shirt. Her father, Walter, tried not to stare at his daughter's full breasts so skimpily clad, but her nipples were jutting out of the thin fabric and despite himself, he felt a wave of desire surge through him.
"You should wear underwear," he said to her angrily, "and buy yourself some clothes that fit instead of that little thing you've got on."
"Dadddyyyy! God! Why is everybody ganging up on me tonight." Dinner with her family was getting to be a real drag. Of course, she didn't really mind her father's anger. He was so handsome, even when he was gruff. But his disapproval did hurt. He was really the only person in the world whose approval mattered to her. How she longed to tell him how she really felt, how she loved him more than anyone on earth. But she couldn't. She had to change the subject.
"Why don't you pick on Rick instead. I've never seen a boy so in love with his football. It's time he started to date girls."
Rick blushed and looked down at the food on his plate. "When I meet a girl as pretty as mom, that's when I'll date."
Eve reached out and patted her son's shoulder across the table. "You're so sweet to say that," she said. "I wish your father thought as much of me."
Walter threw his fork down. "Goddamn it, Eve...would you stop pampering that boy. He'll grow up to be a goddamn fairy if you don't stop smothering him."
Eve fought to hold back her tears. How had her family gotten like this? "Oh Lord," she said, "Why can't we all live in peace."
CHAPTER TWO
All through dinner Eve had felt that her nerves were close to the breaking point. Walter was alternately ignoring her or angry with her. She felt somehow that everything was slipping away from her...her son, her daughter, even her husband.
Now, as she sat up in bed reading a novel, waiting for Walter to come to bed, she decided it was time to discuss it.
Something had to be done before this entire family fell apart.
"Walter," she said as her husband got under the covers alongside of her, "Walter, I want to talk to you."
"What about?"
She reached out and touched him lightly on the thigh. Walter felt a chill of pleasure run through him. God, she was still so beautiful, she could still turn him on. If only she wasn't so goddamn frigid. Who did she think she was fooling with those theatrical moans and groans.
"Oh, Walter," she said. "I-I feel like you're moving away from me. You hardly even look at me anymore."
"Don't be silly," he said curtly, and turned over on his side. He didn't want to get into any big discussions.
Eve felt a knot tighten in her stomach. The one thought she had not dared to entertain struck her now with a powerful force.
"Y-you...is there someone...else?" She almost didn't want to hear the answer.
"Don't be silly Eve," he answered. "Go to sleep."
But Eve knew her husband too well to be fooled. When Walter was not telling the truth he had a habit of clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth.
"Don't lie to me, Walter."
"All right, goddamn it. There is someone else. Now let me go to sleep!"
There was a look of total shock on Eve's lovely face, which quickly turned to hurt. Tears filled her eyes and her chest began to heave in sobs.
Walter stroked her hair. "Don't cry, honey. Listen...there've been one or two women-but no one that means anything to me."
"Then...then why . . . ? "
And the fury of years of frustration boiled up in him.
"Jesus Christ, Eve! I'm a man...I need sex!"
"But I...but we . . . "
"Come on, Eve. You think I'm some kid. You think you can lay there as cold as ice and make a few moans and fool me. God! I need a woman sometimes."
Eve was crushed. "You mean...all these years...you knew."
"Yes."
"Then...why did you stay with me?"
"I love you Eve. And my family means more to me than anything else in the world."
"Oh, Walter, darling...I...I wanted to be a good wife...I tried to . . . " But she stopped in mid-sentence, putting her arms around him. Words were useless. She had to show him she could be a real wife.
"Make love to me, Walter," she said, breaking the embrace to shyly remove her nightgown, her back to him, as she had done so many times before. Walter quickly shed his pajamas. Eve turned the light out before she faced him again.
He let it pass. He loved to look at his wife's beautiful nakedness, but he wouldn't push it tonight. Under the covers he pulled her warm, voluptuous body to him, hoping against hope that this time would be different, that this time Eve would find the woman in her and fulfill them both.
Eve could feel his powerful throbbing erection against her pussy mound now, and for the first time in years she felt a warm pleasure begin to grow between her legs.
"Oh, we'll really fuck tonight, darling," said Walter. "Tonight I'll give you the moon and the stars."
Eve was surprised to find that her husband's words sent hot thrills of electricity through her body, and she tried to believe that somehow, tonight, it would work, that somehow she would have the first orgasm of her life. Then she would be the wife that Walter wanted and needed.
Her husband held her now around her tiny waist and his huge erect member slid between her soft inner thighs. He could feel the firm voluptuousness of her full breasts against his chest, could feel her little nipples hard against his own skin.
For one strange moment the image of his daughter Karen's breasts in her tiny T-shirt crossed his mind and made his cock fill with another surge of blood, but he quickly erased it from his mind.
Eve could feel his huge erect shaft between her legs now. If only it weren't so large, maybe she could enjoy it more. If only he had a nice small cock like her dear son Rick. God! Walter's penis was so enormous. It always hurt her so much.
Yet she wanted him. And not only with her mind. Her body too was feeling flames of desire that had too long been buried within.
"Yes. I...I want you too darling," she whispered, praying that the fire between her legs would not disappear.
Walter pressed his mouth to hers, driving his tongue into the moist warmth of her mouth and, holding her around her tiny waist, pulled her still closer against his naked muscular body. His cock was throbbing with excitement now, but he knew he had to go slow, had to make sure that this time his wife Eve would enjoy sex like a real woman.
Slowly, he began to move his mouth down her neck to the sensitively exposed flesh of her large firm tits. He clamped his mouth over her erect pink nipple and sucked it deep into the warmth of his mouth, swirling circles around it with his tongue, sucking it until he heard his wife begin to moan.
Eve's eyes were closed now and she was concentrating on the sensations her husband's actions were causing her to feel.
It was wonderful...if only she wouldn't lose it.. .
Walter ran his hands down his wife's beautiful body, stopping to stroke lightly on her pubic mound. Then with his thumb he found her clitoris, and as he continued to lick and suck on her pleasure-throbbing breasts, he began lightly to stroke her clitoris.
Eve was beginning to feel warm sensations of pleasure spreading throughout her body now. Never in all their years of marriage had she felt like this.
"Oh, baby...I'm gonna fuck you tonight like you'll never forget."
The harsh urgency of her husband's words jarred Eve out of her universe of sensual pleasure. Why did he have to talk that way? Suddenly, she felt like the old Eve again, tolerating the animal that was licking and rubbing her body. But no! she thought. I mustn't let myself get turned off. And with all the effort she could muster, she began again to allow herself to submit to the pleasure that Walter was causing her to feel.
Walter felt the subtle change in Eve and knew he would have to extend foreplay even further to insure that tonight she would have an orgasm.
Slowly, he began to kiss his way down her belly, stopping when he reached the dark furry muff of her pubic mound. Gently but firmly he spread her long, well-shaped legs apart, and stared at the tempting sight of her wetly glistening cunt.
"No! Walter! What are you doing?" Suddenly Eve was shocked to find her husband's head between her legs. She could never allow him to do that!
But she was frozen. She didn't dare push him away either. That would be the end...the end of everything...their love, their marriage, their family.
She lifted her head and watched as his face moved closer to her widespread pussy. She could feel the warmth of his breath playing on the sensitive nerves of her pussy. Then, quickly, his tongue was probing into her quivering cunt and a shocking current of electricity shot up her spine. Oh no! What was he doing? She pressed her hips back into the bed to escape his relentless searching tongue, but her husband would not stop now. He knew he was making her feel!
And Eve was aware now of thrilling sensations she had never even dreamed existed. Her stomach was churning with passion and she could hear strange animal mewls escaping from her lips. Her husband's tongue was making her crazy, swirling around the damp, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, swirling on the soft inner flesh of her thighs, swirling around the hardened little bud of her clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhh, Walter...No...Stop! Oooohhhhhh!" Eve was a confusion of feelings now and she tried to draw her legs back together again in an effort to stop his tongue from driving her mad, but his arms were too powerful.
His tongue was concentrating now on her clitoris, and she could feel the heat building within her as his lips closed around the erect little bud, drawing it inside his mouth
"Aaaaahhhhh...ooooohhhhh...it's so good, Walter." She was lost now in sensation. She knew that what he was doing to her was vile and wrong. My God! She was certain that in all the years of their marriage her religious parents had never even thought of doing something like this. But it felt so gooooood-and she had to save her marriage. She would do anything to hold on to Walter.
Walter's hands were underneath her now, pressing against her buttocks as he pulled her loins up to meet his hotly probing tongue, which never ceased its tormenting swirls and whirls around and around the moistening lips of her cunt, the hardened little bud of her clitoris.
Never in her life had Eve felt such an incredible and intense pleasure. It was wonderful, the most wonderful thing she had ever experienced.
Now he was running his tongue up and down the length of her seeping pussy, stroking up and down and then probing into the hot, excitedly churning passage. His tongue would dart in and out of her cunt, fucking her even better than his cock ever had. His cock was so big! Too big! It always hurt her. But this-this was perfect, wonderful.
He pulled her legs up and lifted them over his shoulder so that she held him around his neck, and Walter was aware now that she was giving herself up to the experience. Her hips were moving rhythmically now against his face, seeking his tongue, and she was moaning with rapture at the unbelievable thrills that were coursing through her body.
Walter Whitman could feel an intolerable pressure building deep in his blood-engorged cock as he fucked his tongue deeper and deeper into the tightly clasping passage of his wife's hot moist cunt. He knew that he had to fuck her soon. Her arousal was turning him on beyond belief.
He rammed his tongue still deeper into the hot sweetness of her pussy, fucking up into the clinging moistness as far as it would go. She was wet, he realized, and that was extraordinary. Never, when they had fucked, had she been so hot and wet and desirous.
Passion began to overwhelm him, governing all his senses and he was licking like someone obsessed, thrusting his tongue in an animalistic rhythm in and out of her hotly writhing passage.
Eve's head was tossing wildly now from side to side as her husband's insanely licking tongue gave her pleasure beyond belief. She could feel uncontrollable tremors throughout her body and she forced herself not to fight them, to submit. She had to give in to this, had to let sex and sensuality take over if she was to keep her husband and family together. And it was good. So goooooood! She hardly knew what she was doing now as her hips, almost with a will of their own, met every thrust of Walter's hotly searing tongue.
For the first time in her life she was on the verge of orgasm. She prayed he wouldn't stop. She knew if he would just continue exactly what he was doing for just a few more minutes, she would explode like a volcano.
"Aaaaaahhhhh...ooooohhhhh," her groans were uncontrollable now as she approached her peak.
She was hotter than she had ever been in her life as her body began the slow agony of a building orgasm. Her conscious awareness of what was going on was quickly ebbing as she submitted to the sensations her husband was causing in her body.
But now Walter too was out of control. His sperm-bloated balls were begging for release and he knew he had to fuck her. He raised his head now and looked down at his wife.
"No...don't stop...please don't stop!" she begged.
"I want to fuck you-now!" he moaned hoarsely.
Eve looked up again and saw the enormous, blood engorged hardness between her legs. His tongue had been so wonderful, but now he wanted to put that huge thing in her. She had never been able to feel any pleasure from that. It was so big, it only hurt her.
"Wait...please...wait . . . " Eve begged.
But the time for waiting had passed. Walter had to fuck her...now!
He pressed forward with his hips and pushed his thick rigid cock against her wetly heated cuntal opening until the tight elastic mouth of her cunt gave way and the smooth rubbery tip of his lust-engorged member popped inside the lips. He knew he should go slow and easy-but Oh God! his mind was no longer in control. His cock had a will and a mind of its own. It wanted nothing but to feel those hot, moist pussy walls clinging tightly around it. And with all his strength Walter sank his throbbing cock all the way to the hilt in his wife's tightly moistening cunt and his cum fillled balls slapped hard against her ass-cheeks.
Whatever pleasure Eve had finally been able to feel was gone now with the pain of Walter's huge cock so abruptly thrust deep inside her. Tears of frustration began to form in her eyes as she felt her body suddenly go cold.
"Aaaarrrgghhh! Walter you're hurting me now...Please...Oh, please...Stop for just a minute." She wanted to have the chance to rekindle the heat that had thrilled her loins only moments before.
But her husband was too far gone now to heed her pleas. Passion had taken over and it knew no reason. He wanted to cum. That was all his mind and body knew. And his enormous rampaging cock fucked mercilessly in and out of Eve's nakedly upraised cunt.
It was a familiar scene for Eve. Here she was, once again as she had been on so many nights since her marriage, pinned beneath her husband's pistoning shaft, helpless and unfeeling, waiting only for it to end. Usually, embarrassed by her frigidity, she had pretended, had moaned and groaned and made believe she had enjoyed it, when all she ever felt was pain and disgust. Now it was the same, only this time she didn't bother to make-believe. She just lay there, tears in her eyes, and a heavy feeling of depression on her chest, as she bore the pain of her husband's enormous cock ravaging her mercilessly.
Walter was nearly crazy now with the wonderful sensations of her tight cuntal sheath clasping his entire cock like a tight glove. He was completely unaware that he had lost her, as he fucked with a lewd mindlessness into her nakedly upturned cunt.
Nothing could stop him now. He wanted only one thing-to cum, to fill his wife's ravished cunt with his explosion of white-hot cum. Oh God! The nerve endings of his cock were sensitive to everything, and even the feel of her pubic hair brushing against his hard thickness was driving him mad.
Eve heard him groaning mindlessly and knew he was on the verge of cumming. She grit her teeth and waited.
"I'm cummmmminnnggggg!" she heard him cry out. "Oh, God! I'm cummmmmiiiinnnngggggg . . . "
And suddenly Eve felt the liquid heat of his cum pumping into her cunt like a stabbing series of hot explosions. Again and again, he fired into her cunt, groaning out his pleasure so loudly she was afraid the children would hear.
Then he collapsed over her as the last of his boiling cum seeped out of her cock-filled pussy and onto their bed.
A few moments later Walter regained his awareness.
"You didn't cum, did you?" he asked quietly.
"No," she whispered, and turning her back to him, sobbed quietly to herself.
CHAPTER THREE
Rick had been in bed for an hour. He was sure now that his sister Karen, across the room in her own bed, was sound asleep. He could hear her breathing rhythmically, and knew he was safe.
It was really awful having to share a room with his sister, but he understood that there just wasn't enough money for a larger apartment. He understood, but a guy his age really needed some privacy.
And Karen didn't help. She teased him about sex all the time. And worse, though she never undressed in front of him, sometimes she would come out of the bath wearing only a towel, and Rick would get a peek at the edge of her buttocks and the tops of her enormous breasts. Even though she was his sister, he would feel the blood rushing to his cock, and he'd have to start talking about something dumb like football, just to get rid of the hard-on.
Knowing Karen, she probably did it on purpose. All the guys at school said she was a real bitch. He wished she was more like his mother. Just a little sweeter, a little more loving, more caring.
His mom was just the most wonderful woman in the world. And so beautiful. Not as flashy as his sister, but really beautiful.
And suddenly Rick felt guilty. He shouldn't be thinking of his mother at a time like this! Hell! He wondered when he would have his first experience with a girl. There was one girl at school that put out, but she was so dumb and ugly he would never go near her. But shit! Even playing two games of football didn't help anymore.
Well, at last Karen was asleep, and he was by himself.
He pulled a flashlight out from under his pillow and an old, well-thumbed copy of a magazine, which he opened to his favorite picture. It was a woman with auburn hair, just like his mother's, and a beautiful body, running a long red-pointed fingernail along her pussy slit. But it was the expression on her face that never failed to arouse the fifteen-year-old teenage boy. Her eyes were half closed and Rick liked to imagine that he was making her feel like that. Then he would look at the petal-like lips of her pussy and imagine his own cock slowly, so slowly, slipping into what he could only imagine was the softest, smoothest, warmest place in the whole world. Like most boys, he was aware that his cock was not the huge manly size of his father's yet, but he could feel the blood surging to it now, and felt strong and proud.
He could feel the hardness of his erection now grazing the bedcovers and making him tingle all over. He was lying on his side now, and as one hand held the magazine on the bed, his other hand reached down between his legs and clamped his hand around his little blood-hardened cock.
Oooooooohh...it felt so gooooooodd...he wanted to moan. But he didn't dare! It might wake his sister up.
Slowly his hand began to move up and down on his cock, sending incredibly thrilling sensations up the base of his spine.
He could feel his breathing getting heavier and he tried to keep it quiet. He didn't dare do anything that would disturb his sleeping sister.
Rick stroked rhythmically and he could feel his own erect little cock growing hotter and harder in his hand, and he could feel the cum building in his lightly hair-fringed balls.
Suddenly he heard his sister's voice from the other side of the room.
"What are you doing, Rick?" he heard her whisper, with a chiding tone of mockery in her voice. "Why, you sound like you're out of breath!"
Oh God! he thought. She knew...his damn sister knew he was jerking himself off. Sweat broke out on his brow and his heart began to beat faster. What a hell of a predicament.
"N-nothing," he answered nervously, quickly tossing the magazine under the bed. That was a mistake, for she heard the slap of the pages on the floor and began to giggle.
Then Karen got out of her own bed and came and sat beside her still nervously trembling brother. Karen placed one hand on her brothers thigh and said softly:
"Oh, Ricky, little brother, you got me so damn horny listening to you in the next bed, I thought I'd go crazy."
What! Rick thought. What the hell was she saying! He had heard stories that his sister was a wild girl, but he had thought the boys had made most of them up out of jealousy. Now he wasn't so sure.
"We can't waste all that good sexy energy masturbating," Karen was whispering sensually. Then, suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed her younger brother hard on the mouth, her sweet pink tongue jutting between his teeth, playing with his own tongue like a cat and a mouse. Jesus H. Christ! The young teenage boy thought. He couldn't believe what was happening.
Despite his efforts to control himself in these extraordinary circumstances, Rick was aware that his cock was pulsating wildly now, and his sister was pressing her naked groin tight against him now. Oh God! This was too much. The innocent young teenage boy was being seduced by his own sister and it was wonderful and terrifying at the same time.
Before he knew it, Karen was caressing his eagerly throbbing little cock and it was growing to a size and hardness he was sure it had never known before. What a touch she had...so soft yet so firm at the same time. Shit. She was driving him out of his mind. But it was wrong. Very wrong! And he had to put a stop to it.
"Cut it out," he whispered harshly. "Are you nuts, Karen...You're my sister!"
Karen laughed. "God, you're so square. You're just like mother. But your little cock is a lot smarter than you are. Look how it likes me," she cooed, and squeezed his cock just below the crown so that he thought he would die from pleasure.
"Oh Stop, please, Karen...Please. What if Mom and Dad find out?! " he stammered.
"Oh, shut up and let me look at you, baby brother. You've been so modest the last few years I haven't even seen you naked!"
And so saying, the beautiful blonde nymphet pulled down the blankets and crawled down her brother's body till her face was almost touching the lust-engorged head of his pulsating young cock. "Mmmmmm...neat but sweet," she murmured, thinking, It's not as big as Daddy's, but someday it will be.
Then she licked her tongue out and drew it across the spongy purple head of her brother's cock.
Rick could no longer protest. It felt better than anything he had ever experienced in his entire life. Jerking off had sure never felt as good as this. Jesus. His sister's warm breath on his cock was driving him crazy.
The flashlight had fallen to one side of the bed illuminating the scene in a small arc of light against the darkness of the bedroom and Rick could see his sister's tongue flick out, and its smooth surface graze warmly over the tiny opening at the very tip. His breath was coming so fast now he couldn't even try to control it as her tightly ovaled lips slipped down over the throbbing head of his cock, slipped lower and lower until the full length of his young teenage cock was deep in her hungrily sucking mouth to the very base.
Up and down he watched her head bob, her long pale blonde hair grazing his belly as she slavered over him, bobbing and sucking, bobbing and sucking, till he thought he'd go mad with pleasure.
He groaned as electric volts of incestuous pleasure raced along his spine. "Aaaaaagghhhh. Karen, oh Jesus...Go-oodddddddd! Oooooohhhh!"
And then suddenly she had taken her mouth away and was grinning above him.
"Don't stop. Shit. Don't stop, Karen!" he cried out hoarsely.
"You've gotta give a little too, baby brother," she murmured, realigning her body so that her blonde furry muff was almost right against his face. Jesus Christ! What does she want me to do? he thought.
"OOoohh, suck me off too, baby brother," she sighed and Rick understood instinctively what she wanted. And as he felt her tight lips once again encircle his hot, pulsating young cock, his own tongue reached out and began to lick the warm moist slit of his sister's blonde fringed pussy. He wondered if he was doing the right thing, and then he heard her moan and mumble around his cock as she sucked and knew she was enjoying his ministrations.
As Rick's tongue gradually began to find its way into his sister's moistly seeping cuntal passage, he could feel her incredibly hot lips pressing tightly along the ridge at the base of his cockshaft. Then they tightened over the pulsating cockhead, trapping it in the hot wet smoothness of her mouth as she continued to suck hungrily. Rick thought he was going out of his mind. His sister had no morals at all...none whatsoever. Not a shred of guilt or inhibition. But God! It was so good, he couldn't even think straight. And, mm-mmmm, her pussy tasted so good. It was the most thrilling moment of his life.
As Rick's head bobbed obscenely up and down between his sister's thighs, chills of insane pleasure raced through his own body. Karen was holding her mouth just above his glistening wet penis now, and he could feel the heat of her breath teasing the ultra-sensitive head of his hotly throbbing young shaft. Then he could feel her hot lips pressing tightly as she ran her mouth all the way down to the base of his shaft, then tighten still more, pulling up until just the spongy head was caught in the moist furnace of her mouth. His sister was sucking voraciously, and Rick thought he would explode from the thrill of it all.
At the same time he noticed a tiny little hardened bud nestled in her blonde pubic hairs. Curiously he ran his tongue lightly over it and felt his sister's thighs tremble beneath him. He ran his tongue over it again, realizing that somehow this little button was almost the equivalent of a penis to a girl. Then, in imitation of what his sister was doing to him, he took her little bud of a clitoris into his mouth and began to suck and swirl his tongue madly around it.
Karen was thrilled that her brother found so quickly the core to her own sexual satisfaction and, almost as a reward, she swirled her tongue still more wildly around his hotly pulsating shaft of flesh, then began to worm her tiny tongue into the little opening at its very tip. Then, in an almost animalistic frenzy, she once again began sucking her brother's lust-bloated erection deeper and deeper into the hot wet smoothness of her mouth.
Rick thought he would lose his mind with pleasure, and in one swift motion he pressed his hips forward and thrust his cock still further into her hotly sucking lips, feeling it plunge all the way back into her throat till it hit her tonsils. Karen was delighted. With an older man, she might be choking and gagging, but her brother's cock was just the right size to allow her to take it all the way into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Rick was astonished too at the way his sister's pussy opened like the petals of a flower under his ministrations. Tentatively now he let his tongue slide just a little way between the lips into her hotly throbbing passage. The taste was so crazily bittersweet that he thought he would die from joy. Instinctively, the teenage boy knew what to do. He began to dart his tongue in and out of his sister's hotly quivering pussy, feeling her hips undulate beneath his face, as she rhythmically fucked back with an urgency that was thrilling.
And his cock-hungry sister was doing incredible things to him. At the same time that her head was bobbing up and down over his cock, her lips hugged tightly to it and her tongue swirled around and around. It was fantastic!
Then he felt something that drove him wild. At the same time that her mouth sucked and swirled, she used one of her small gentle hands to cup and gently stroke his sperm-filled young balls.
Brother and sister were now just one mass of insanely writhing flesh, each moving closer to the climax building in their pleasure-wracked loins. The tempo of their passion increased to such a pitch that Rick feared their parents would hear them. But it was too late to stop. It was all out of control now-they were both spinning out helplessly in a boiling whirlpool of incestuous lust.
As Rick tongue-fucked his beautiful sister, he groaned in rapture into the soft folds of her hotly quivering pussy as he felt his sister's tongue flicking in a wild staccato rhythm into the tiny opening of his glans as her hand continued to gently cup and stroke his balls. Then suddenly her mouth had sucked all of him deep inside again and the young boy knew he was on the verge of an incredible climax.
He wondered if he should somehow let his sister know. She might be disgusted if he came in her mouth. But, he was past the point of thinking. He was out of control. His lust-bloated balls were aching with the unbearable build-up of his cum and he was only subliminally aware that he was tongue fucking her cunt now at an increasingly faster rate.
Karen could feel her brother working his tongue furiously into the wet, hotly clinging depths of her cunt and in her own body began now the agony of a building orgasm. She was so close to release now as she writhed and twisted, groaned and mewled around the pulsating cock in her own mouth.
Then Karen was aware of her brother's wildly pulsating cock swelling up still larger and she knew he was about to cum in her mouth. She felt his insane moan vibrate crazily against her cunt as the first blast of his white-hot cum exploded into her hotly sucking mouth.
Greedily the beautiful blonde teenager swallowed her brother's hot liquid cum, her mouth never ceasing its sucking as over and over again the cum shot down her throat and she swallowed it with glee.
Then she was there, too!
Her whole body, her breasts, her thighs, her cunt were on fire and then suddenly exploded, sucking her brother's tongue into its hot liquid depths. It was tremendous, like a volcano inside her had erupted, like an earthquake had shaken her to her foundations.
Karen was jerking and humping against her brother's still sucking mouth, undulating wildly as the hot spasms of orgasm tore through her body. Rick could lick up the hot juices from her pussy which gushed out as she convulsed wildly beneath him.
Finally brother and sister lay quietly satiated together on Rick's bed. Karen moved up his body and kissed him lightly on the lips to see if he was awake or asleep.
"Oh, baby brother," she cooed. "You're wonderful...you're such a wonderful little man."
Then she felt something hot and wet on her cheek-a tear. Her brother Rick was crying.
"Don't ruin it, Rick....It was beautiful."
"Oh, Karen, we never should have done it."
CHAPTER FOUR
Rick Whitman had never felt like this before in his life. He was walking home from school on the same streets he took every day, the streets he had known since childhood. Yet today they looked strange, as if he had never really seen them before. As he walked up Flatbush Avenue, instead of looking enviously at the clothing and records in shop windows, he was looking at the filthy papers that littered the street, at the sad faces of the people he passed, faces that seemed to have chosen numbness as an alternative to the struggle of life. The world seemed a gray and alien place, as if a veil had dropped before his eyes.
His friends at school today had noticed something wrong too. Everyone had asked him if something was the matter. Kids joked and kidded with him all day to help him out of his mood, but nothing could penetrate the gloom.
He knew why he felt like this...knew it was because he had done something unspeakably wicked. But he didn't know how he could do something to feel better.
It had happened. Irrevocably. You couldn't change yesterday, and yesterday was shaping tomorrows he didn't want to face. He felt as if his life, his character, was now permanently changed. For the first time something had happened to him, something important, that he knew would affect him forever.
And there was something else prying annoyingly at his consciousness...something he didn't want to face.
He had loved it!
Without doubt it had been the most thrilling, passionate thing that had ever happened to him. All through the day, in every class, shivers of excitement would run through his body as he remembered the pleasure of his sister's mouth swirling around his lust-throbbing cock the night before. Or the sight of her huge naked breasts as she sat beside him on his bed. Just the memory of the silky smooth nipple in his mouth, would give him a hard-on in class.
He felt as if his life had been taken out of his own hands-as if forces too great for him to control were now somehow in control of his life.
Suddenly, as he turned the corner at Clarkson Avenue, he remembered another time in his life when he had felt like this.
He had been nine years old, turning this very corner, past the old fruit stands that used to be outside. As if with a will of its own, his little hand had snaked out, and grabbed an apple, as he continued down the street.
He had stolen! He had believed himself to be a criminal, a thief. Now he remembered that the feeling was almost the same. But it had not lasted forever.
Now he remembered why.
He had been unable to sleep, tossing in his bed, plagued with a guilt so powerful, he had felt his little heart would break. Finally, the pain had grown unbearable. He had thrown back the covers and dashed out of bed into the living room where his mother had been lying on the sofa watching television. He had snuggled up alongside of her and had made his confession.
His mother had made everything all right. She had kissed him and comforted him and the next day they had gone together to the grocery store to apologize and pay the man for the apple. Then everything was all right again.
But how could he tell his mother about him and Karen last night?
Oh Jeez, what an awful mess, he thought.
He was outside their apartment building now, wishing there was somewhere he could go to think, hoping no one would be home and he could have just a few minutes alone to think.
He opened the door to the apartment. His mother was in the living room, thumbing through a cookbook with a sad, somewhat distracted look on her face.
Rick walked quickly past her, thankful that she barely looked up to greet him.
But just as he reached the bedroom door, he heard his mother call out to him.
"Rick...don't you say hello to your mother anymore?" His abrupt entrance had thrown Eve into an even deeper depression than she had been in all day. For while she may have been having trouble with her husband and her daughter, Rick, her devoted son, was the one saving grace in life. Now she sensed that something was wrong with Rick too.
"Oh, sure...Hi, mom." He half turned to her, then opened the door of his room.
"Rick, come and talk with your mother for awhile."
"Uh...okay, mom," he said, and reluctantly shuffled into the living room. He sat down in a chair across from Eve, trying to avoid her eyes.
"Did you have a nice day at school, dear."
"Oh...sure, mom."
"How was football practice."
"Oh...uh...I sort of skipped it today. Wasn't in the mood for it."
Eve was startled. She had never known her son to be not in the mood for football. On those rare occasions when he had to miss a game, he would be moody and upset.
Now she looked up from the cookbook and stared intently at her son. Never had she seen Rick look so upset. Not, at least, since that time so many years ago when he had stolen an apple and had come to her to unburden himself.
"Is something wrong, darling?" she asked softly.
"Oh, no, mom. Nothing. Really. Nothing at all."
The poor teenager was bursting to tell his mother what was on his mind, but he knew he'd never be able to do it. Stealing apples was one thing-but incest! Oh God! He tried now to hide his torment from his mother with a feeble smile.
"Don't pretend to me, Rick Whitman.
Something is wrong and you can't hide that from your mother."
"Please, mom. I can't talk about it."
"Honey, you know that whatever it is, I won't judge you. I'm your mother. I love you. I just can't stand to see you looking so hurt." She patted the cushion beside her. "Come sit next to me, Rick."
Rick moved beside his mother and she put her arm around his shoulder and pressed her head to his. "Now, tell mommy what's wrong," she said softly. "Get it off your chest. You'll feel better."
His mother's kindness was making him tremble. He wanted to unburden himself to her, but didn't know how. How do you tell your mother you had sex with your sister the night before?
"Uh...no...it's...I can't talk about it. Please...leave me alone." He was sweating and stammering now, and Eve had a terrible sense of something very, very wrong.
"Rick, what's the matter with you?"
At that moment, with his mother's body so near, so warm, holding him so affectionately, something incredibly embarrassing was happening to the handsome teenager. The nearness of Eve's body, her breast pressing unintentionally into his chest as she held him to comfort him-all this combined with the memories of the night before that he could not keep from his mind-was causing his young cock to grow hard. There was a bulge in his pants and he prayed his mother wouldn't notice it.
In his embarrassment he began to talk, hardly aware of what he was saying.
"I...I did something terrible last night.. . "
Suddenly Eve gasped. Not from her son's words, but because her eyes had fallen upon the protrusion in his faded jeans.
"W-what was it?" she asked, trying to hold onto the thread of the conversation, trying not to acknowledge the fact that deep between her legs the sight of her young son's hard cock through his pants was making her feel hot and quivery.
Rick had begun his confession and nothing could stop him now. He had to get it out.
"I was in bed last night and...and
Karen...I...she touched me . . . "
"Touched you?" said Eve, needing to be sure of his meaning. She rested her hand on his thigh, but immediately regretted the gesture as thrilling shocks of electricity ran up her arm and down to her very core.
"She touched my...my thing, mom. She...she put it in her mouth and.. . " His mother's hand on his thigh felt hot, felt so hot it made his cock jerk with desire.
Eve was sweating now as she tried to control the lust for her son that was building up inside of her. She could see how troubled he was, how bad he felt. Of course, he was saying something shocking about Karen, incredibly shocking...she would have to have a talk with her. But she couldn't think about that now. Rick was in pain. He needed her.
Eve reached over and pulled her son to her in an embrace intended to comfort.
But as her full round breasts grazed her son's chest, Eve could not prevent a small moan from escaping her lips.
Oh my God! she thought. What madness is this? And abruptly she pulled away from him.
"Aw, mom," said Rick, misinterpreting her action. "I knew you'd be upset. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."
"I don't hate you son . . . " she said hoarsely and once again, intending to reassure, she touched his thigh. But her hand fell a little too high, just grazing his hard young cock now. The passion held mother and son together in a bond of desire that neither dared to acknowledge. Rick's face was bright red and his breathing was getting harder to control as his mother's hand froze on him.
"That...that's a terrible thing you and Karen did...you must never do it again." And though Eve's words made sense her mind was a blur of desire now, a desire more powerful than anything she had ever known. It was monstrous! It had to stop!
Abruptly she pulled away again. "Go to your room, Rick."
The young teenager was crushed. His own mother was now rejecting him and his mind was in such confusion he did not know if it was because of what had happened with Karen, or-worse-what had just happened! God! How could he have gotten a hard-on in front of his mother. What kind of a monster was he?
Feeling more awful than ever before in his young life, doubting himself to the very core, he stood up and went to his room. He fell on top of the covers, overwhelmed with despair.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Where are Rick and Dad, mom?" Karen Whitman asked as she sat alone with her mother at the dinner table. It was a lonely feeling, just the two of them without the males. And her mother was sure in a strange mood, staring at her over the table as if she was some sort of creature from outer space.
Her mother answered her curtly. "Your father telephoned to say he had to stay in the city to work late. And Rick . . . " Here she stopped and looked significantly at her daughter.. .
A chill went through Karen and she knew instinctively that her brother had talked. Damn him. Well, she wasn't going to make it easy for her mother, if that's what was on her mind.
"Yes mother?" Karen said sweetly.
Eve looked down at her food. She doubted that she had the nerve to talk about it openly with Karen...she would just have to wait and watch.
"Rick isn't feeling well," she said sharply.
Karen smiled to herself. So her mother knew but didn't dare talk. Okay. She could size up the situation. That dumb brother of hers was probably sick with guilt about the fun they'd had together. Well, he'll learn, she thought. Right now, better change the subject-fast.
"It's so lonely without Daddy," she said. "He's so wonderful mother. You're so lucky to have him for a husband."
"Yes, I am," said Eve, but her look was fraught with worry. In her heart she knew she no longer had him.
One trouble on top of another...Rick and Karen was hard enough to deal with. But now she knew her marriage would never be the same again. Oh, Walter would never divorce her, for the sake of the kids, but the marriage would be empty, a shell.
"Are things all right with you and Daddy?" Karen asked, pretending innocence.
"Yes, yes, fine." Eve realized she could not confide in her young daughter. Loathe as she was to admit it, Karen seemed an alien creature she neither understood nor trusted.
And Karen was shrewd. The young teenage girl had a sixth sense about people, especially when it pertained to matters of sex. For heaven's sake, Daddy was such a robust, virile man. She doubted whether her mother-who seemed always such a prude-could really satisfy him. Not the way a girl like Karen could.
When she was only six years old she had accidentally walked into the bathroom while her father was undressing for his shower.
She had never been able to forget the enormous cock she saw hanging between his legs and the enormous testicles. It was the first time in her life she had seen a grown man naked, and she was fascinated. With a little girl's innocence she had moved toward him, reaching out her tiny hand to touch it, and she had felt it lurch to her touch like a little animal. Never in her life had she felt anything so thrilling. But her father had grown nervous and made her leave the room.
But she had never forgotten how beautiful his muscular body was naked, how beautiful was his huge thing between his legs. All her life she had longed to feel it again, to touch it, to have it inside of her. She was the woman her father really needed, not her mother.
The two women, mother and daughter, finished dinner in a strained silence.
They watched television, uncomfortable together for several hours. Eve knew she did not have the ability to talk to Karen about the awful thing that had happened, but she could not get it out of her mind.
Finally, Karen stretched and stood up:
"I'm tired, mom. I'm going upstairs to sleep."
Eve jumped to her feet. "No! No!" she protested. Karen laughed.
"What do you mean, mother? Can't I go to sleep?" Her tone was sly. She was amused that her mother couldn't handle what she had found out about her incestuous relationship with Rick.
Eve as adamant. She might not be able to talk to Karen about it, but she would not allow them to sleep in the same room together.
"You sleep in my room. Daddy won't be home tonight."
"But why, mother?" Karen continued to feign innocence.
"Just do what I say," Eve snapped. "I'm going to see if I can't make your brother feel better."
Karen shrugged. "Yes, mother," she answered, and headed for her mother's bedroom.
Eve rapped lightly on the door to Rick's room. "Who is it?"
"It's your mother, dear. I want to talk to you."
She opened the door and saw her son lying on his bed looking very miserable indeed.
She sat down beside him and took his hand in hers. At that moment, she remembered once again the time Rick had stolen the apples. He had lay down beside her with his head on her shoulder and had felt better after his confession. She stretched out alongside Rick now and placed his head in the hollow of her shoulder. Suddenly they both realized what an awful mistake that was.
Rick's face was only inches from his mother's breast and, despite himself, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock.
It was awkward. To move would make it worse. Eve tried to cover the awful truth of their feelings with words.
"I want you to know, darling, that I'm sure what happened wasn't your fault...And you must never do it again."
"Thanks mom!" said Rick, relieved and comforted by his mother's words, yet so disturbed by the nearness of her body.
At the same moment mother and son turned towards each other and embraced. The intention had been to comfort and to find comfort, to assure and find reassurance.
But as they held each other Eve could feel the incredibly pleasurable sensation of her son's lust-hardened prick against her pubic mound. And try as he would to control it, to will the hard-on away, the feel of his mother's body against him, the feel of her high firm breasts against his chest, was making him dizzy with desire.
Oh God! No! This must stop! Eve thought, but never before in her life had she felt this way. She seemed to have no control over her body and her hips were beginning to undulate against her son's as if with a will of their own. With Walter she had always had to nurse every small flame of desire, for it was so easily extinguished. But this was more powerful than she was.
She forced herself to gain some measure of control.
"You must promise never to do anything again with Karen," she said, but she was almost breathless.
"Y-yes mother."
And suddenly Eve wanted to know more...wanted to know all about what Rick and Karen had done together.
"You must tell me everything," she said.
"Oh, mother. She...she touched me and she put her mouth on me . . . "
"Like this?" Eve suddenly reached out and pressed her hand to his groin.
"Yes-yes, mother." His cock was now burning with incredible desire and Eve could not believe the power of the fire being kindled in her love-starved pussy by the feel of her son's small hard cock. Lust was governing her every action.
Almost hypnotically she began to rub it. "Like this, my darling son? Did Karen touch you like this?"
Rick groaned. His cock was throbbing so heatedly in his pants it almost hurt. "Oh...mom . . . "
Eve was moaning incoherently now. "Oh my baby, oh my baby . . . " And while her mind continued to play the role of mother, her body was doing something else entirely.
"Karen is a bad girl. A very wicked girl,"
Eve said, and pressed her son's head against her breasts to comfort him.
The attraction between mother and son was unbelievably powerful, and their refusal to acknowledge the feelings of passion coursing through their bodies now made it all the more strong.
With her slender fingers, Eve opened the fly of her son's jeans and, as she had done so many times when he was just a little boy with a bellyache, she pulled his pants down along with his jockey shorts and slipped them off his legs. At the sight of his small, but lust-hardened cock, she let out a gasp.
It was so beautiful. Just the right size. Not so big and scary looking as Walter's.
Rick's head was between his mother's full breasts now, and, as if with some primal memory of his inimagine, his hungry lips began to search out her nipple through the fabric of her blouse and brassiere.
He opened the buttons of her blouse, so overwhelmed with the desire to return to his mother's breast that he barely knew what he was doing. Her brassiere had a clasp in the front, and Rick opened it, setting free the full firm mounds of her breasts, their nipples so brown and erect and inviting.
"No, Rick," his mother groaned. "No...you mustn't." But they were just words, just the right words, as her body did what it wanted to. Her hand was circling his hard young penis and gently but firmly she was stroking it, feeling the heat building in her own loins.
"Oh God, Mom!" Rick cried out hoarsely, compelled to by forces even greater than those he had felt the night before. "Oh, Mom, I love you," he said as his lips encircled the nipple and began to suck on it.
Sharp thrills of electricity raced from Eve's breast directly now to her love-starved pussy and, unconsciously, her hips began to undulate.
Because she had never in her life experienced a passion so powerful, she was incapable of controlling it. Her mind begun to scream out an agonized warning. It was wrong, it was so incredibly sinful! Yet her body would not obey. For thirty-seven years she had craved what she was now feeling, for thirty-seven years her body had been denied this. Now, it worked relentlessly towards filling those long-denied needs, and her mind was powerless against these primal drives.
Rick was sucking hotly at her nipples now as her hand rhythmically massaged his lust-bloated young cock.
It was as if a she-devil had taken over her body. It was not her, not Eve Whitman who now opened the zipper of her skirt and slipped it off as her son sucked on her hot, erect nipples. It was some demon within her that took hold of her young son's hand and placed it on the moistly curling brown hair that covered her hotly quivering cuntal lips.
Mother and son were merely a seething mass of passion now, disconnected from their protesting minds. His mother's hand so gently stroking his cock was sending overpowering ripples of lust spreading throughout his young body. And as his tongue swirled around her nipple, his middle finger parted her wetly throbbing pussy lips.
Oh God! We must be mad! Rick thought to himself, but he was powerless in the spell of their lust.
Dear Lord! We'll all burn in hell for this. I must be crazy...Oh dear, why don't I have the power to stop?! Eve thought.
When she opened her mouth she had meant to say "stop." But instead, an indecipherable mewl escaped her lips as her son's middle finger began to gently massage her erectly throbbing clitoris, and her passion increased still more powerfully.
Rick, overcome with desire for his mother, was now worming his finger between her wetly clasping cuntal lips, driving it deep into her pussy slit. Rhythmically, he thrust in and out of his mother's hotly writhing cunt, while with his thumb he teased the hard little bud of her clitoris.
Eve was delirious with desire as she massaged his youthful cock, stroking it until she could hear him moan around her nipples.
It was so nice, small, but so hard and hot. What a perfect little cock he had. As she massaged it she could feel it growing still bigger in her grasp, but never, she knew, would it reach the frightening proportions of her husband's massive shaft.
The young boy's hips began to thrust out rhythmically into his mother's hand. It was a hundred times more wonderful than his sister Karen's mouth had felt on him. His young hard cock stood straight out from his loins like a quivering arrow, pulsating in his mother's firm grasp as she lovingly caressed his blood-hardened erection.
Eve was aroused now to a fever pitch. Her cunt felt as hot as molten lava, and deep in her pussy she knew she was crying out to be fucked. She wanted to have that beautiful cock in her hotly writhing cunt. She wanted Rick to fuck her. She knew it was inevitable. She knew she was already started on a path that would lead to the first orgasm of her life.
"Oh, I love you Rick, darling," she moaned. She had wanted to say, "Fuck me," but she couldn't.
It was her son who said it for her. "Oh God," he moaned. "I want to fuck you Mother. Oh please let me fuck you Mother!"
CHAPTER SIX
Walter was staring at the clock on the bar room wall. He had been drinking all night and he wasn't drunk. All that Scotch and he still could not shake the awful feeling of guilt that plagued him.
He had intended when he left the house this morning to leave his wife and family and never return. All those years of frustration in bed, of quick fucks with bar tramps to make up for it, had left him with a feeling of hopelessness about his marriage. He had entertained the idea that morning that it would be possible to leave...to start a new life.
After work, he had checked into a hotel. Then he had phoned a few girls he knew. They were all busy, apologetic, tomorrow night maybe. And so he had ordered a drink from room service, and sat there sipping it as the most oppressive feeling of loneliness he had ever known closed in on him.
So he had gone to a bar to escape it, to find company. He had had a drink, and then another. Several women approached him, good-looking women, but for some reason he was not interested. Through his own filter of loneliness the whole world appeared that way. The faces in the bar all seemed so sad. The laughing faces looked so grotesque.
He had continued to drink, hoping it would alter his mood. But he felt as sober now as he had three hours ago.
It was crazy. He was surrounded by hot chicks practically begging for it, and he didn't want it. The more he drank the more he realized he wanted some warmth, some affection. At least at home there were people who knew him and cared for him.
He gazed around the barroom. Was this his future without family...lonely nights in barrooms with ludicrous, lonely strangers?
The bartender must have seen a hundred guys like him...either that or he was telepathic, Walter thought. He was wiping the bar in front of Walter, and leaned toward him on one elbow.
"Listen buddy," he said. "Go on back home to the little lady."
Walter had looked up astonished.
"I seen a hundred like you if I seen one," the bartender explained. "I seen the ones that leave...the ones that go back, they don't need this bar."
And at that moment, Walter knew he couldn't do it. Not this time. He'd have to give it one more chance. He'd be patient with her, gentle with her, he would try one more time.
It was well past midnight when he got home.
Quietly, so as not to disturb his wife, he opened the bedroom door and tiptoed in. As quietly as he could, he undressed, and then slipped into bed.
Karen was sound asleep in her mother's bed when she felt someone's arms slip around her waist, felt a semi-hard cock pressing against her buttocks. She moaned sensuously before she even realized what was happening.
"I'm back early, darling," she heard her father's voice whisper in her ear.
And then the half-awake teenage girl knew what was happening. It was her father and he thought she was his wife. Oo-oooohh. It was too wonderful for words! She could hardly keep from laughing with delight. She was about to have her fondest dream come true.
Walter buried his head in her neck and kissed her warmly there, and felt the woman he believed was his wife thrill with delight from his touch.
Oh God. It was too good to be true. He had never approached Eve in her sleep. Maybe, without her conscious defenses up, she would be more receptive.
He cupped his hands now around the fullness of his daughter's breasts-thinking it was his wife, barely noticing that they were even larger and firmer than Eve's breasts.
Karen moaned under her father's touch. Oh God! This was gonna be great! An incredible thrill raced from her erect nipples in an almost direct line to her clitoris. She prayed her father would not discover his mistake.
He pulled her body around so that she faced him now in the dark and felt his hard hot cock slide easily between the softness of her inner thighs. Its thick purple head felt like fire as it brushed lightly against the delicate outer lips of her pussy.
Walter opened his mouth and kissed Karen on her lips. Then he drove his tongue into the moist warm cavern of her mouth and pulled her body still tighter to his own. His cock was throbbing with excitement now and he felt an incredible sense of relief. Eve was responding to him-he thought-as she never had before. It was too good to be true. He was so glad he had come home.
Walter was running his hands now up between the firm softness of her thighs, and he thought he was going to burst from the intense pressure of building cum in his balls. Eve was enjoying it, moaning and writhing beneath his hands. Why, she had even opened her legs to allow his hand to fondle her pussy. His fingers wandered now in the softness of her pubic hair and he could feel his cock, resting against her thigh, grow still harder with pulsating excitement.
Karen was ecstatic! Her own father was going to fuck her. She had wanted this since she was a little girl, since that first time she had seen him naked.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she moaned with an almost unbearable pleasure, never for a moment thinking of the consequences of this act.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me please!" She kept her voice low so it would sound like her mother's and had to bite her tongue to keep from saying, "Fuck me, Daddy!" But that's what kept running through her head. Fuck me Daddy. Oh God. Fuck me Daddy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Down the hall, Eve Whitman was coming to a horrifying revelation. She wanted her son Rick to put his hotly pulsating teenage cock inside her, inside of her desire-hungry pussy.
Her cunt was on fire, shamelessly aroused, and all she wanted in the world was to have that beautiful teenage cock inside of her, fucking her, making her cumas she knew she would-for the very first time in her life.
With her hand still circling his lust-maddened member, she gently guided it to the moist, hair-fringed opening of her hotly churning pussy. His cock was throbbing wildly as he felt his mother direct its sensitive tip along the moist hot slit of her pussy. Then his cock touched her hardened clitoris and she moaned out like an animal as she wrapped her long, quivering legs around her young son's hips and felt his hard young shaft slide slowly into the lust-consumed depths of her tightly clasping pussy. It didn't hurt at all the way Walter's cock always had. It felt so good, so smooth, so hot, as it filled her and the walls of her cuntal passage clenched around it greedily.
Rick was overwhelmed now with incestuous lust as he felt the walls of his mother's hot pussy grasping his young cock with such strength and desire. She arched her hips up to his until he was buried inside of her all the way up to the hilt.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned. "Oh fuck me my darling son!"
Her slender legs tightened around his hips and her handsome young son began fucking his hotly throbbing cock into her hungrily writhing pussy. He lowered his head so that, at the same time he was fucking her, he could suck her hard nipple into his mouth. He fucked crazily now into his mother's pussy, overwhelmed with a lust more powerful than anything he had ever known. The lust obscured everything, for both mother and son, and the distant and vainly protesting consciousness of each was drowned by the far more urgent power of their mutual desire.
Around and around his tongue swirled on her nipples as he sucked them with the same fervor he had as an infant. And at the same time his lust-maddened teenage cock sawed in and out of his mother's pussy, which held him as tight as a velvet glove.
He could feel his sperm-filled young balls slapping against her anal crevice as his boyish hips continued to thrust in primal rhythm as mother and son rocked together in carnal love.
Eve knew that what she was doing was terribly wrong, that she was commiting a sin she would never be forgiven for-not by man nor state nor church. But the violent whirlpools of passion were more than she could fight. It was soo good...she was going to cum...for the first time in her life she was going to cum!
And then she felt her son's cock jerk and lurch, and suddenly he was cumming inside of her. His hotly ejaculating cock spurted inside his mother's tight cunt as burst after burst of hot white cum flooded her belly.
Then he felt his mother's body begin to writhe still more crazily beneath him and-as her son's climaxing penis spasmed inside of her-Eve's own orgasm hit her. Flash after blinding flash overwhelmed her, as her half-naked body convulsed in an orgasmic bliss that seemed like it would never end.
It was several minutes before mother and son's mutual orgasm subsided and Rick withdrew his deflating cock from her seeping and sated pussy.
Mother and son fell immediately to sleep, for that is the one escape to which the human mind will always revert when psychological pain is too great to bear.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the very next room an incestuous act was also taking place, but it was very different indeed from what had transpired between mother and son.
Here was a man who believed he was making love to his wife, when in fact, it was his daughter, a girl so uninhibited and guilt free that she felt nothing but delight in realizing her greatest fantasy-to fuck her own father.
Karen Whitman reveled in her own abandoned wantonness. She was an animal, a healthy lusting animal, and she was proud of it. And, like an animal, she wanted to be fucked that way. She wanted her father to fuck her like a dog, to fuck her like the bitch she was.
She took a position now on all fours and Walter could not believe the change that had come over the woman he believed to be his wife. But he wasn't going to question it. He was too aroused to do anything but get behind her and spread her legs wide apart.
Karen looked back now under her huge swaying breasts, and watched the heavy sac of her father's balls swinging beneath his lust-bloated cock. It's spongy purple head was aimed right up between her thighs and she could feel the hot tip pressing against her moist pink pussy slit.
She reached back behind her and wrapped her hand around his enormous, blood-engorged member and an incredible thrill of excitement shot through her body. Oh God! It was so big. So wonderfully big. Just as she had remembered from her childhood. And she wanted it, more than she had ever wanted any man, wanted her father's enormous hot hard member deep up inside her belly.
She took his cock and began to rub it up and down her cuntal slit, swirling it around her clitoris, then probing it between her hungry pussy lips. She teased herself with her father's cock like this until she thought she would go completely out of her mind with desire.
"Oh Eve," said Walter. "I don't know what's changed you and I don't care. It's wonderful, wonderful!" he groaned.
And both knew the foreplay had ended. Now they had to fuck. Walter thrust his hips forward, pressing his cock against the hot wet opening of her cunt and the huge purple head sank slowly into the hotly writhing passage.
Karen was moaning insanely now with pleasure as inch by inch her father sunk his enormous, blood engorged cock into her hungrily clasping pussy. It was soooo big, soooooo hot, sooooo goood! Karen thought she would die with pleasure.
Walter could feel his cock now totally surrounded by the hotly clinging walls of her cunt as, inch by inch, he thrust further and further into her, filling her with his enormous shaft of hot hard flesh. Never in her young but very experienced life had this teenage nymphet been so totally filled by any man's cock. Her father was enormous and she could feel every vein and every wrinkle in his massive member.
She felt him stop for a moment, and then, suddenly, he had thrust all the way into her belly, burying his enormous hardness up into her to the hilt.
"Aarrrgghthh!" she groaned as she could feel her father's black pubic hairs brushing against her ass-cheeks, feeling his balls rocking forward to slap between her thighs. "You're so nice and big!"
Walter did not question the sudden change in his wife. He was going to enjoy this for all it was worth. Slowly he continued fucking into her hotly clinging depths, reveling in her hot slick cuntal walls wrapped so tightly around the entire length of his hotly skewering member.
The slow even strokes were driving the young teenage nymphet out of her mind with desire. She couldn't get enough of it and kept screwing her hips back to pull his wonderful cock even deeper into her hotly writhing belly.
Walter could no longer fuck in the slow controlled rhythm he had been using. Faster and harder he fucked, in and out of her tight pussy, pounding so deep inside the woman he did not know was his daughter. He thought it was his wife, more sensual than he had ever seen her, and he thought that perhaps the fear of losing him had broken the dam of her long pent-up passions. The sperm in his balls was churning madly, begging to be set free in the release of orgasm, begging to be shot hot and deep into this woman's very core.
"Ooooooohhhhh...A hhhhhhh!" Karen moaned as her father's fucking grew harder and faster. She thrilled to every inch of his cock as it slid hotly down her clasping pussy all the way to her cervix and then pulled out so that only the hot spongy head remained.
And her hips responded in a rhythm as primitive as his, her hips raising up to meet her father's powerful strokes, her thighs spread far apart to take him as deeply as possible into her molten core. It was as if nothing in the world existed, nothing but the tempestuous flames deep in her belly, nothing but the red hot cock of her father, the cock she had desired to fulfill her for as long as she could remember.
"Oh God...Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned more like a beast than a human being.
Walter was aroused beyond description by the lewd words from the mouth of the woman he believed to be his prudish wife. Beneath his hands her backside squirmed and writhed, drawing him deeper inside her than he would have believed possible, her muscles clenching and unclenching powerfully around him, driving him half-mad with lust. Never before had he experienced such overwhelming passion.
Each time his hotly blood-engorged cock stroked into her cunt, he thought he would die from pleasure, and his balls slapping between her soft white thighs caused his sperm to heat almost to the boiling point. Then, his cock would withdraw until only the large purple head remained imbedded in her and her hips would search it out and draw him hotly inside again to the hilt.
Something had transformed his wife, he thought, as he pulled the firm curve of her hips toward him and then pushed away as he fucked rhythmically into her. He wanted to make her writhe in the agony of pleasure, wanted her to cum when she felt his boiling hot load shoot deep inside of her belly. Her cunt felt hot and wet and hungry around his huge pulsating cock, the slick walls rippling tightly around it. He could feel the cum building relentlessly in his own balls but he didn't want to let go. Not yet. He had to make sure the woman he thought was his wife would cum first. He wanted to revel in watching his wife have the orgasm she had so long denied herself.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh...OOOooooohhh, Go-oooodddd!" she moaned as his cock fucked relentlessly into her hotly churning depths, grinding her naked ass back hard against his impaling member, moaning like some sort of strange jungle beast.
She writhed in total abandon, driving her buttocks against his ravaging cock, her cunt an inferno of lust. And deep within her she felt her orgasm mounting with relentless force. Her father was going to make her cum!
"Curaramm...I'm cummminnnnnning...Gooooddddd!" She moaned as her father felt her pussy walls begin to seep with the hot wetness of orgasm. He fucked now with all his power, deeper than seemed possible, battering her cervix relentlessly with his fiery cockhead. More than anything in the world he wanted to bring her to the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure.
It was his own daughter Karen screwing like a beast gone mad, but Walter believed it to be his wife, and reveled now in her agonized striving for orgasm.
"I'm cummmiiinnnngggg!" she moaned out, grinding her ass-cheeks back wantonly against Walter's lust-maddened cock as she felt the first gigantic wave of orgasm begin to erupt deep within her womb. She felt unbelievably hot, impaled on her father's cock, as the dam of passion burst and her shattering orgasm was released. He could feel the muscles in her pussy spasming crazily around his hot stiffness, squeezing his blood-engorged cock till he thought he would die from pleasure.
Her body continued its insane convulsions, and the walls of her pussy felt like they would pull his lust-engorged member off, pulling him hard and deep into her very core.
And now he felt his own climax about to burst. The surging waves of hot sticky cum were boiling to the danger point in his lust-bloated testicles, and suddenly they shot up the length of his enormous cock as the first white-hot burst of sperm erupted from the head of his deeply impaled shaft.
Karen thought she would die from pleasure as she felt his molten cum spurting into her depths, shooting his load again and again and again, flooding her pussy, his hot, hard, jerking flesh satisfying her as much as her own climax had.
Their mutual orgasms continued for several minutes, until they both collapsed on the bed, their breathing at first hard and then smoothing out to the peaceful breaths of the sexually satiated!
Karen was floating on a cloud of bliss, never had she felt such love and satisfaction. And before she thought about the consequences of her act, she murmured: "Oh, daddy, I love you so much!"
CHAPTER NINE
Walter sat up in bed. He could not believe what had just happened. He looked at his daughter beside him and felt tears of shame welling up in his throat. A lifelong habit of manliness caused him to stifle the tears and suddenly, crazily, they turned to laughter...a maniacal laughter that frightened them both.
"Daddy...stop...stop . . . " Karen was shaking him by the shoulder. She was frightened. What was the matter with him?
And, as quickly as the laughter had started, it stopped and Walter looked into his daughter's eyes.
"You knew . . . " he whispered harshly. "You knew and you let me . . . "
She leaned her head forward to kiss him on the lips, but he pulled away fiercely.
"What kind of an animal are you...my own daughter!" He put his head in his hands. What kind of wild creature had he raised for a daughter?
Suddenly the door flung open. The raucous laughter had awoken the sleeping mother and son in the next room, and the hysteria of what they heard caused them to forget their own shame for a moment as they ran to find out what was happening.
Shock was registered on both faces as Eve and Rick stared at the father and daughter in the bed. The truth dawned on them-the whole truth-for only they knew now that they were all guilty...every one of them guilty of incest.
There was a silence now in the room as heavy as the beginning of time...the unbearable tension that comes before an explosion. It was Karen who spoke first.
"Why do you all have to torture yourselves like this? What is there to be afraid of?"
No one answered her. She was like an alien in their midst. She was the cause of all the trouble, yet she herself was completely untroubled.
Eve began to weep. Karen went to comfort her. "Mother, please don't feel bad. Please don't cry. We all love each other, so it's not wrong!"
"Shut up you little whore," her father said sharply.
Karen looked crushed. "Daddy...I did it because I love you...Oh why can't any of you understand that!"
Rick was staring with stark dismay in his eyes. This was the family he had trusted, relied on to guide him...and now they all seemed lost. Confusion spun madly in his brain, and blinded with pain and dismay, he ran from the scene.
He stopped in his room, so full of tormenting memories, only long enough to dress, and then he left the house.
Walter came to his senses for a moment. He couldn't let his son down, he couldn't relinquish his fatherly role...even now...especially now. He knew that Rick never needed a father more in his life. As soon as he realized what action he must take, he dressed quickly and left the house.
Stepping out on the deserted street, his son was nowhere to be seen. Rick must have been running. But where? In what direction?
He walked to the car and started the engine, then began what was to be a slow and painful search for his son.
Mother and daughter were left alone, staring at each other in uncomfortable silence.
"You think I'm evil, don't you?" said Karen softly.
"Yes," said Eve simply.
"I'm not, mother. Do you know what evil is? Evil is to be dead...it's not to feel anything. Isn't that right mother? Isn't that hell!"
"Hell is to explore what is forbidden to us!"
"No mother. I may be young, but I know one thing. What causes pain is bad...what causes pleasure is good." She looked at her mother and decided that now was the time to say what she had really seen and felt about her parents all these years. "You and daddy never had a good sex life did you, mother?"
"That's none of your business."
"It's true, then, isn't it. And tonight you and Rick had pleasure together. And it was the greatest thing that ever happened to you, isn't that right, mother?"
"Shut up, Karen. Shut up." Eve had never talked like that before, but now she put her hands to her ears and was screaming to keep away the truth.
Karen's intention was not to cause her mother pain. She took her by the hand now and stroked it gently.
"Oh mother...mother, don't let yourself hurt so."
The touch of Karen's hand was soothing and the tears stopped, but she still could not look at her daughter.
"Come lie down on the bed. I'll go make some tea and then we'll talk some more."
Karen was like the mother now and Eve the daughter, but the older woman obeyed. She didn't know what else to do.
Karen went to the kitchen and made some tea-she also spiked the tea with a large shot of rum and poured two cups. Then she returned to her mother, and quietly they sipped the drinks. Eve began to feel warmer and more relaxed.
"Thank you, Karen," she said. She felt better, but every time her mind returned to the hideously sinful things that had happened tonight, she found herself mired again in painful confusion.
"Mother...you must listen to me," Karen said urgently. "The world is changing...things aren't the same as they were when you were young. In the new world to come people will follow their urges, they will make love as the desire takes them whenever and with whoever they want. I know this is true mother. I just know it."
"But Karen...some urges are destructive...you can't just murder and hurt people the way you want to."
"Oh mother," the beautiful blonde teenager sighed. "That's just what's the matter with your generation. We talk about the freedom to love and you immediately start thinking about its opposite...about murder and terrible things like that." Now Karen, for the first time, was feeling hurt. "Why do you take beautiful things and make them ugly?"
She looked at her mother now trying to find a way to communicate what she thought was important, to communicate the only thing that would rescue her mother-indeed her entire family-from a horrible future of guilt and shame.
"You're beautiful mother...and your body is beautiful."
Eve blushed and pulled her robe tighter around her body. "Karen...stop it...stop!" But Karen reached out and touched her mother's hand, which was clutching her robe closed at her neck.
Eve was slightly drunk now from the rum and was surprised that her daughter's hand felt so warm on her own. Gently, Karen pried her mother's fingers from the robe and pulled it open in the front so that
Eve's lovely high, firm breasts were exposed. The cool air made her nipples stir immediately to erectness.
"Mother, you have such beautiful breasts," Karen breathed softly.
Eve tried to close her robe but Karen's hand was gently stroking hr breast and it felt so good, so warm, so relaxing.. . "I love you mommy," Karen was saying. Eve, unaccustomed to alcohol, had grown very drunk from the hot tea and rum. That, in combination with the disorientation of the evening's drama, made her feel almost like someone else. "When I was a baby I could touch your breasts. Don't stop me now!"
Suddenly Eve grew lucid again. "Karen, don't touch me!" she said.
"Okay." And Karen withdrew her hand. But now Eve missed it. The touch had been so warm, so nice, and now she felt cold and alone and frightened again.
"I'm sorry, honey. Come here and give mommy a kiss."
Karen leaned toward her mother, her soft full lips brushed against her mother's and Eve felt a warm shiver run through her body. Karen was so beautiful and her lips felt so good. Then Karen's tongue snaked out of her mouth and probed into her mother's.
Eve pushed her away. "Stop it...Stop Karen. You must be crazy!"
Eve's hands were trembling badly now and she looked to be on the verge of tears.
"Mother, would you like a pill to make you feel better."
"Yes...please...but what.. . ? "
"Don't worry...I'll bring you something good."
Eve was too confused to think about why Karen had a pill that would make her feel good or where she might have gotten it from. When her daughter returned with a large white table, Eve swallowed it gratefully. "I'll get some more tea to wash it down," Karen offered and soon returned with another cup of spiked tea.
In a few minutes, the artificial relaxation of drugs and alcohol had dulled Eve's brain and she was leaning back against the headboard, her eyes half closed. She could see that Karen was completely naked again, and Eve remarked to herself how enormous, yet how beautiful, her daughter's full breasts were. There was a little tingling sensation between her legs at the sight of her daughter's incredibly beautiful body, but she tried to focus on the words Karen was saying. Mmmmmmmm, she thought...this pill makes you feel so gooooooood. Why didn't I ever have one before?
"Mother," said Karen, "you give me one logical reason that sex between people who love each other is bad?"
Eve smiled. Karen was being so serious now. But she tried to think and answer her daughter's question. Why was sex bad? Sex wasn't bad. Sex made her feel good. Yes. Sex was good. Her body felt warm just thinking about it.
She heard Karen's tinkling laugh as if from a great distance away. It was a pretty sound and sent shivers through her body.
"Oh, mother. You like the pill, don't you?"
"Mmmmmm. Yes, dear. It's a nice pill."
Vaguely Eve could remember a woman she was just a few minutes ago...she could see with her mind an image of herself surrounded by a black cloud, could remember the torment of confusion that had caused her so much pain.
"What a silly woman I was," she murmured.
Karen came and sat beside her on the bed. She didn't think it was going to be so easy to get her mother stoned. She had forgotten how vulnerable to drugs people are who are innocent of them.
Now Karen drew close to her mother again. She held her hands first, massaging them gently, soothingly, as she watched the look of pleasure grow on her mother's face.
Eve could feel quivering sensations in her belly and her heart was beating rapidly. Was it possible she was feeling passion for her own daughter? No! That would be true madness! Karen was just comforting her...it was so sweet, so innocent.
Then Karen pulled her mother close to her and the two women's breasts touched sending incredible shivers and thrills through them both.
Abruptly, Eve regained her senses.
"Please, Karen! Stop!" she cried out and pushed her daughter away.
But Karen began to rub her mother's thighs, and her hands reached up to swirl gently around her breasts, and a wave of unbelievable desire surged through the drug and alcohol intoxicated mother.
"Karen...you're wicked. You're a wicked girl!" Eve hissed, but she knew the wickedness was inside her too.
"It's not wicked mother. It's love!"
Eve's body grew rigid as she tried to deny the feelings coursing through her, but her will was eroding as she stared at her exquisite daughter's naked body. How beautiful Karen was, her lips so soft and sensual and pink and her body. Oh God! It was sinfully beautiful. Her legs were so long and so sleek, her breasts, their nipples so erect now, were unbelievable.
Her breath was coming hard as she stared at her daughter's curved but slender hips. How comfortable Karen seemed in her nakedness. Eve could feel her robe, though it was open, constricting her around her shoulders and she let it slip off behind her.
"Mother," said Karen, her beautiful body full of loving desire for her mother, "you want to show your love for me physically, don't you. I can tell."
"No!...no!. . . "
But Eve knew the lie in her words. She wanted Karen to love her and she wanted to give love-physical love-to her daughter.
She could not resist letting her eyes travel slowly over her daughter's desire-inciting flesh, starting at the beautiful blonde's smooth, firm thighs and moving upward. The swelling vee of her platinum blonde pubic mound seemed to pulse and attract her, and unconsciously she licked her lips with desire. Her teenage daughter, sensing the arousal in her mother, swept her fingers through her long thick platinum blonde hair, causing her breasts to lift even higher so that her hard reddish-brown nipples caught Eve's eye.
Goodness, what incredible breasts her daughter had, she thought, eyeing the voluptuous mounds greedily, her tongue circling her lips.
And then, before Eve realized what was happening, her daughter was straddling her hips and slowly, oh so slowly, coming down toward her.
"Oh God!" cried Eve. "Karen! What are you doing...Stop...Good God! Please stop!"
"Don't be frightened, mother...it's good...it feels so good...I love you mother."
"Oh," Eve felt her stomach churning and her will weakening, "oh...I love you, Karen. You are so beautiful...But we mustn't.. . . "
Suddenly Eve's nipples made contact with her daughter's and the passion her body grew so powerful she couldn't fight it.
She closed her eyes, her senses began to swim. She could not deny what she truly wanted. She wanted to make love to her daughter. The marvelous sensations swelling in her body were unbelievable. She knew she should stop-but her hips were behaving crazily...her hips were beginning to grind in easy circular motions against her daughter's pubic mound.
Reaching up, she touched her daughter's enormous breasts, her fingers circling the nipples with a light circular motion.
Karen was in ecstasy. Her mother's caress made her feel hot and feverish all through her body. She could feel her cuntal slit moistening from the stimulating effects of her mother's touch.
"Oh, mom, it's beautiful," she breathed, her breath brushing her mother's cheek.
Eve was looking now into Karen's half-open mouth, fascinated by the glistening lips and sparkling white teeth. She wanted, more than anything on earth, to kiss her, to plunge her tongue into her daughter's throat. . . but she knew it was wrong. She knew she mustn't. But, as if not in control of her mind anymore, her head moved forward. Then she checked herself. She mustn't give in to the wicked impulses that seemed to be governing her. She mustn't. Eve's head dropped back on the pillow.
"Oh, mother," cooed Karen.. . "I want to suck your breast. . . "
"God, no...we must stop!" her mother pleaded helplessly.
"Mother, it was so good when I was a baby. Why is it wrong now that I'm grown up?"
Eve had no answer, and before she realized what was happening Karen's lips were circling around her pinkly aroused nipple, drawing it inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around it in succulent teasing motions.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, nooo...stop!" Eve groaned, though her body writhed crazily beneath her daughter.
For Eve's nipples felt so wonderful being sucked by Karen that she thought she would burst with pleasure. She could feel her daughter's tiny tongue curling up and around as her mouth opened still wider to suck Eve's breast deeper inside. Eve's thighs trembled uncontrollably between her daughter's legs, and her breath came faster and deeper. She seemed headed now, relentlessly, toward a peak of sexual arousal.
Eve moaned in a delirium of alcohol and drugs and sexual arousal as her hips undulated gently, rising and falling. She could feel salacious sensations spreading outward from her pussy. Drink and drug had numbed her mind now, and she could no longer question what she was doing or why. Her conscience was a mere whisper, but the sensations in her body were screaming for satisfaction.
Suddenly Eve became aware that Karen was no longer sucking on her breasts. A great sense of loss overwhelmed her...until she realized what was now happening.
With loving movements, the beautiful blonde teenager was parting her mother's quivering thighs, drawing her legs wide apart to reveal the moist rosiness of Eve's cuntal opening. Unable to suppress a low moan of desire, Karen lowered her head to her mother's pussy. She began to kiss the moistening lips of her mother's vaginal orifice, her little tongue feeling like a flame as it swirled and licked, and then found the hardened bud of Eve's clitoris.
Eve was out of her mind now with rapturous lust. The exquisite licking between her legs was driving her to a pinnacle of desire so hot and thrilling that she was no longer capable of thought or worry. She was aware of nothing now but the incredible pleasure overwhelming her helpless body.
"Ohhhhhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhh . . . " she moaned incoherently.
Karen's tongue was now madly circling her mother's throbbingly erect clitoris, lashing teasingly at the little bud of sensitive flesh.
Moaning, Eve opened her legs still further, exposing her cuntal region even wider to the beautiful blonde teenager's obscene ministrations. Her whole body shuddered with anticipation of what was going to happen next and she writhed like an animal. It felt good, so good, but she wanted something inside of her, she wanted something in her pussy.
Now she could feel her daughter's tongue begin to slide up into her cuntal opening, licking her swollen pussy lips, working them apart, and then sliding into her lust-hungry cunt.
But Eve wanted to be penetrated even more deeply than Karen's tiny tongue could manage.
Instinctively, Karen knew what her mother needed.
She stopped tongue fucking her mother and slid up alongside her body. Then she placed her finger-two fingers-where her tongue had just been. Slowly, easily, she slid them deep into her mother's cuntal passage.
"Oh, yessss, yessssssss!" Eve moaned in appreciation.
"Suck my breast, Mother," Karen commanded, and Eve obeyed.
She sucked her daughter's hotly erect nipple, nipping it with her teeth, and she could feel Karen's fingers plunge still deeper into her hotly writhing cunt.
For both women now, the pleasure was incredible. Their hearts were pounding and their bodies were trembling madly.
"Suck hard mother, bite it!" cried out Karen.
And Eve obeyed with ardent fervor, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue working furiously around her daughter's pulsingly erect nipple. As she did this she grew bolder.
She slipped her hand down between their bodies to the peak of Karen's thighs, feeling the wetness oozing from her cuntal lips, and thrust her middle finger in between them without warning.
Karen's body jerked, and an abandoned moan of ecstasy tumbled from her lips. Her pussy opened up like the petals of a flower until Eve's finger sank deep inside it up to the hilt. Still, her own fingers hesitated to do for her daughter what was being done in her own hotly writhing pussy. But finally, her fingers did what they had to. Together mother and daughter were rhythmically thrusting fingers into each other's cunts, their bodies writhing and churning on the bed, their breasts rubbing nipple to nipple against each other in frenzied rhythm, as their groans swelled louder.
"Kiss me, mother," said Karen.
Her lips quivering, a light film of perspiration coating her forehead, Eve locked her mouth against her daughter's as she had wanted to do earlier and thrust her tongue forcefully between the girl's teeth. It plunged deep inside, licking the roof of her mouth and the saliva coated insides, dancing rhythmically as it mimicked the syncopation of their love-locked bodies.
So involved were they in their incestuous lesbian love, that they were unaware of the male presence in the doorway.
CHAPTER TEN
Walter Whitman had driven all around the neighborhood in search of Rick but had been unable to find any trace of him. Finally, he stopped at the local bar. He needed-a drink. He felt crazy, wired.
There was a television up in one corner of the bar...one of those interview shows. Walter paid no attention to it-until after the third drink.
Then one word caught his attention.
Incest!
Now his attention was riveted on the little box.
The speaker was a small, intellectual looking man-bald with glasses. He had a thin, high voice. It was the kind of person Walter usually paid no attention to whatsoever. But he was talking about incest!
The host was asking him if his position was rather radical.
"Yes," said the little intellectual. "I suppose it may look that way now. Twenty years from now, of course, I'm sure I'll seem rather old-fashioned."
Shit! Get to the point, thought Arthur. Cut all this cockamamy politeness.
"Many sociologists may choose to disagree with me," the little man said, "but they are cowards. They refuse to see what is right under their nose . . . "
Yeah...what...what...thought Walter. This little guy had more unnecessary words than a dictionary!
"I will stick to my statement that incestuous feelings exist in every family in
America. There is not a father in the world that does not desire his daughter...not a mother in the world that does not have sexual feelings towards her son."
"Well," said the host of the program, "I can accept that. However, how do you feel families should deal with this? Certainly, these incestuous feelings need not be expressed."
"I disagree," the little man said with a firmness that surprised Walter . . .
A hush had fallen over the entire bar now as everyone stopped to listen.
"Indeed...I believe that repression of these desires is what causes the sexual disabilities that are rampant in our society today. And not just sexual problems...I believe that repressed incestuous feelings are later expressed in violence, war, crime...in short-all the evils of modern society.
"The guy is nuts," said a working man seated beside Walter. "Fucking nuts!" And he slammed his fist against the bar. "Gimme another beer!"
"There are societies where it is considered necessary-before a marriage takes place-that the father prepare his daughter for the nuptials by taking her virginity and that the mother initiate the son into the rites of love. It is interesting to note that these same societies are totally without warlike or violent behavior . . . "
Walter could not believe his ears. There was actually a man on the television-on public television, paid for by the government-advocating that incest was healthy. Shit! Maybe they weren't so crazy after all. Maybe . . .
He had another drink and mulled it over. Then he headed for home.
He was going to gather his family around him, he was going to have a talk...smooth things out. Nevertheless, he was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted his eyes at the bedroom door.
There was his wife-his prudish, frigid wife Eve-making lesbian love with his daughter. It was enough to drive a man mad. But he stood in the doorway, spellbound at the scene before him.
Eve, her loins pulsing in obscene frenzy, moved her fingers quickly in and out of Karen's cunt until they were making loud sucking noises with each outward motion. Her tongue jousted with Karen's until the two were entwined like snakes, jumping and pulsing in wild spasms of obscene joy.
Walter watched the scene from the door. His mind was confused and hurt by what he saw. His knees were growing weak and he leaned against the doorjamb. Never in his life had he seen a sight which both confused and excited him more. The two naked women-his wife and his daughter-were caught up in a primitive rhythm of lust that was impossible to escape. Walter could feel the blood rushing to his cock, felt his cock pressing now against his pants. Oh God! He was hot. But he stood there paralyzed and wide-eyed gaping at what was before him.
Eve spasmed with pleasure as their hands worked fervently, their bodies bucking and twitching, their fingers rammed savagely deep inside each other's passion-drenched pussies, until they were both moaning and chanting their way to orgasm.
Walter, watching in the doorway, could hardly control himself. Hardly knowing what he was doing, he unzipped his fly and set his huge, pulsating erection free. Taking it firmly in his hand, he began slowly, oh so slowly, massaging up and down the length of it, running his hand all the way down to the base and then up to the hotly throbbing head. A tiny drop of moisture appeared in the slit at the tip, and Walter's balls were churning now with hot sperm.
Eve twitched and bucked now at the obscene lesbian finger fucking she was receiving from her daughter. She arched the small of her back and let it drop with each inward thrust. Her buttocks ground into the mattress, and her hips worked eagerly, her belly quivering with frantic passion.
Karen's fingers felt like a snake crawling up inside her, wriggling and dancing in the tight chamber of her cunt. Her pussy lips were involuntarily palpitating, clasping and unclasping hotly around the invading fingers. Her head flailed from side to side as she moaned in sensual delirium. Her stiff-nippled breasts quivered voluptuously, and she began to chant as the lewd sound of their mutual finger-fucking floated up to her ears.
Walter thought he would lose his mind from the utter carnality of the sight before his eyes. It was as if the room was shaking with lust and abandoned desire. Oh God! He had to do more than just jerk himself off...he had to join them...had to fuck his wife. Shit! The bitch had always been so frigid with him-but that daughter of his. Christ! She was such a hot cunt she could turn anyone on. It was unbelievable.
Suddenly he had an idea. It was okay watching them finger-fuck-but it would be even better, he could see, if he changed the scene just a little bit.
"Okay," he suddenly shouted from the door.
Both women looked up and their mouths dropped open. Immediately, they stopped what they had been doing.
"Daddy!" Karen shrieked.
"Walter!" Eve gasped.
Neither woman had any idea what to expect.
"Okay, ladies. If this is the way you want it, this is how it's gonna be. Only I'm still the boss of this family, and you'll take orders from me."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Yes, Walter."
Both women could see Walter's enormous erection standing out from his crotch, and had no idea what he was up to. But they knew from the look on his face that whatever he said they would obey.
"Okay, my dear wife," he said . . . "We can't leave our daughter laying there all horny and unsatisfied....So you just get down between her legs and start to eat her pussy, you hear me!"
"Y-yes, Walter darling....Whatever you say."
Karen spread her legs and her mother could not believe how beautiful was the flower of her cuntal lips between her thighs. Again, despite the bizarre situation, despite Walter standing there with his huge pulsating cock in his hand, she was aroused at the sight of the slick wetness of her daughter's hotly aroused cunt. -
Karen did not know what was happening, but whatever it was she was game. The sight of her father's enormous throbbing cock and the little drop of moisture at the tip was making her more aroused than she ever believed possible.
"Oh, suck me, Mother," she panted. "Suck me while Daddy watches us."
Eve bent forward and lowered her head to her daughter's loins and locked her mouth over the nakedly splayed pussy, thrusting her tongue deep inside.
"Awwwww...suck me, Mother. Suck!"
Eve's head bobbed up and down as her tongue flicked and probed the warm wetness of her daughter's hotly writhing pussy. And her firmly rounded buttocks was upturned toward her husband. Walter would take his time. He was just beginning to get an idea of what he wanted to do.
Overwhelmed now with lust, her own pussy burning with maddening desire and nothing to take care of it, Eve's hands reached up and cupped the enormous breasts of her daughter, squeezing them passionately while her mouth and tongue continued their relentless ravaging of Karen's quivering pussy. Eve took her daughter's throbbing clitoral button between her sharp white teeth and nipped it gently, then ran her tongue around and around in continuous maddening circles in the tender flesh. Instinctively, because she now understood her own femaleness, she knew exactly how to best please her daughter.
But, oooohhhh, her own pussy was longing too to be satisfied. She wanted to turn her body around so that Karen could lick her too, but Walter hadn't said that was all right, and she was terrified to disobey him. He was standing there, holding his enormous cudgel. Dear Lord. She prayed he wouldn't put it into her. It always caused her so much pain. She would so much rather have her daughter's little tongue inside of her.
Suddenly she heard Walter bark out another order. "Karen...I want you to play with your mother's asshole!"
The young girl smiled. And, reaching behind her mother, she pulled apart the softness of her smoothly rounded buttocks and began to tease the tiny puckered brown opening with her finger.
"Owwwww!" Eve shrieked. "Ouch!" It hurt her. Nothing had ever entered her anal opening before and even the tiny finger playing gently about the outer rim hurt terribly.
"Don't stop, Karen...don't mind her screams."
"Oh, eat me more, Mother...don't stop now!" Karen groaned. She was getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
Although her daughter's fingers probing her ass was uncomfortable, Eve did not dare disobey her husband. Her mouth opened even wider, and her tongue moved downward along the smooth, hot, wet pussy slit, as her tongue sawed in and out of her daughter's hotly churning pussy. And Eve knew that her daughter was going to cum very soon...if only she would stop putting her finger back there.
As Karen bucked her hips and down beneath her mother's hotly probing mouth, she continued inserting her finger deeper and deeper into her mother's back passage. And despite the pain, Eve could feel the fire in her own cunt being kindled even hotter than before. Oh God! She wanted to be satisfied too. She wanted someone to help her to orgasm.
Panting hotly now, Eve spread her daughter's firm slender thighs still farther apart, and slipped her finger into her own hotly throbbing pussy.
"No!" shouted Walter. "Leave yourself alone. I'll take care of you!"
Suddenly he was moving towards his wife's upturned anal opening. Karen removed her hand, and Walter's large fingers spread his wife's ass cheeks even further apart.
Eve picked her face up from her daughter's cunt. "Oh God!" she screamed. "What are you doing...Stop!"
"Mother, don't stop now," Karen begged, but Eve was overcome with pain.
Walter's thick middle finger began now to dig into the tight elastic ring of her rectal opening, and the pain was unbearable.
"Aaiiiiiieeeeeeee!" she shrieked. Her whole body began to quiver uncontrollably with pain. "Stop! You'll kill me! Please, oh God!"
"Shut up and take care of Karen!" he ordered, and Eve obediently slid her tongue once again into her daughter's hot wet pussy slit.
"Ohhhhh, suck me, Mom...suck me!" Karen chanted. She was close...so close to her orgasm now. She prayed her mother wouldn't stop again.
And despite the pain in her back passage, Eve slaved to give her daughter her climax.
Walter was holding his hotly pulsating cock in one hand now, while with the other he continued to probe his wife's nether orifice. He knew just what he was going to do-knew just how he would punish her for the years of sexual frustration she had caused him. For a moment he withdrew his finger-to Eve's great relief-and let the flat of his hand rub against her pussy lips. Jesus! She was incredibly wet and hot. He lubricated his finger with her pussy juice, and then inserted it still deeper into her asshole.
He felt her jerk beneath his hand now in pain, but she was too afraid to take her mouth from Karen's pussy to cry out.
Caught now in the throes of tempestuous passion, the blonde teenager reached up and pulled her mother's head even tighter against her cuntal opening, and moaned as she felt Eve's tongue plunge deeper into her hotly churning core. In and out her mother's tongue fucked into her pussy, driving the girl just to the brink of orgasm.
Karen's face twisted insanely and an animal scream parted from her lips. "Aaaaaahhhhhh...Oooohhhhhh, I'm cumming. Mommy, Daddddy, I'm cumm-mmmming!"
Her vaginal muscles began to spasm beneath Eve's lips and her hot cum fluids coated Eve's tongue as her orgasm rippled wildly through her entire body, as wave after wave of orgasmic release wracked her beautiful young body.
Finally she lay spent beneath her mother, and Eve once again became horribly aware of what her husband was doing to her. Now, her mouth was free again, and-as Walter wriggled his finger into her asshole to the second knuckle-she let out a bloodcurdling shriek.
"Stop...I beg you, stop! . . . "
And Walter only laughed. "This is nothing, baby, compared to what's coming next."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rick had taken a long, troubled, soulful walk in Prospect Park. He had walked, in the dark deserted park, past all the places that held memories of his childhood...past the boathouse where he and his dad had gone fishing on Saturdays...past Swan Lake and the paddle boats where the whole family would picnic on those first Sundays of springtime. And he walked deeper into the park, to the waterfalls and secret caves that were his private places.
The moon came up as he sat by the banks of the pond where he and his father had caught tadpoles when he was only a little boy. He sat there for a long time, and it seemed as if his whole childhood passed across his mind.
Childhood was over now, irrevocably. And he wondered what kind of a man he would become. He felt a strange sense of doom hanging over his future. He had slept with his mother and had had oral sex with his sister. He had seen his own father in bed with his sister. What could the future hold for the evil son of an evil family?
He thought until his brain ached, and he knew there was only one solution. He would have to go away-someplace very far away-like California, and start life anew.
He was too young to leave high school, but he knew, from articles in newspapers and magazines, that there was a whole network of runaway kids, and most of them never got caught.
He wished he could just leave right now, but he had left the house without a cent...without a coat too, and it was growing cold. He would have to go back. But it was late. Everyone would be asleep. He could just sneak quietly in, get what he needed, and slip right out again.
The chill in the air grew sharper, and Rick knew it was time to leave. Reluctantly, he stood up and headed for home, saying a bittersweet goodbye to the happy places of his innocence.
* * *
Karen had slipped out from beneath her mother's body and had taken a chair near the bureau to get a better view of what was happening. It was all so incredible, and Karen watched with delight as her father took steps to enter her mother's tiny anal aperture.
He had removed his finger and his huge, spongy purple cockhead was now positioned against the tiny brown puckered opening. He slipped in just past the crown and Eve let out a blood curdling shriek!
"Aiiieee...Oh God! You're killing me!"
"An incestuous mother gets what she deserves!" he shouted. The tight elastic of her anus felt incredible as it held his cock-head in place.
He pressed his hips forward and slipped his enormous, blood-engorged cudgel in still another inch. Again, Eve cried out in pain and tried to pull herself free. But his big hands held her tightly by the waist and she could not escape.
Sweat broke out on Eve's forehead. She thought he would kill her like this. All during their marriage, his cock was so big it would hurt even when he put it in her pussy. But this-this was the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced!
She screamed in agony, terrified that she would faint from the pain.
The incredibly tight elastic opening of her anus was giving him the most exquisite pleasure he had ever known. He desperately needed to plunge it all the way in to the hilt. But it was so tight! He wondered if it would give, but he could hold back no longer. He thrust his hips forward as hard as he could and mercilessly shoved his throbbing hardness in as far as it would go.
The shriek his wife let out was ear piercing!
And it was at that moment that their son Rick opened the front door of the apartment!
Oh my God! he thought. It sounds like mom! Like someone trying to kill her!
He made a mad dash to the bedroom. And the sight he saw there made him stop dead in his tracks. His sister, seated near the bureau, put a silencing finger to her lips.
There was his father, his pants dangling around his ankles, and his enormous erection shoved to the hilt in his mother's asshole.
Rick wanted to run, but his feet were like lead, planted to the floor. His knees felt weak and he gradually became aware that his young cock was filling with hot blood at the sight before his eyes.
His mother was swinging her buttocks from side to side in a hopeless attempt to rid herself of her father's ravaging cock. But the feeling of her hip movement was only filling her husband with a still greater lust.
Rick's pain-wracked mother strived f utilely to twist away from the hotly throbbing cock pounding into her incredibly tight, virginal asshole, but every movement only goaded Walter on.
She cried and bucked wildly, and her entire universe was a swollen red mass of pain. She was lost in it, lost in agony, lost in her body. She barely noticed a fine line the sensations began to cross, and she could not say exactly when the pain was transformed into a pleasure of equally powerful intensity. It was because she loved the pain, she deserved the pain. She was hideously wanton. She had slept incestuously with both her son and daughter, and now her husband was administering the punishment she deserved.
The pain was right, it was good, it was thrilling.
And suddenly she heard herself scream . . . "Yes...hurt me, Walter...hurt me...hurt me good!"
Suddenly Walter was aware of another presence in the room. He turned and saw his son standing in the doorway, a strange look of horror and lust on his face-and an unmistakable bulge in his jeans.
Karen was walking toward him now, and with one hand she reached out and opened the fly on his pants. His hot hard teenage cock jumped out and his sister helped him wriggle out of his pants. Before Rick knew what was happening, Karen had enveloped his lust-engorged cock with her hot, warm mouth and was sucking slowly, slowly but rhythmically, exciting him beyond belief.
The young teenager was nearly crazy now with lust, and though his sister's mouth was exquisite, he could not take his eyes from his mother, being so brutally ass-fucked before his eyes. Even in that obscene position, she looked so beautiful, so desirable.
Walter understood the look in the young boy's eyes.
"So...you want to fuck your mother, do you?"
"N-no, dad. Don't say that!"
"I want you to...Your mother's a shameless whore and I want you to fuck her-now-fuck her in her cunt, while I finish up fucking her asshole!"
"No-no. Daddy. Please!"
Walter was shouting now. "You do what I say, boy." His father seemed, at that moment, capable of any violence, and Rick felt compelled to obey.
Walter rolled over with Eve now, never for a moment removing his cock from her ass, and with his muscular thighs, he opened her legs brutally to make way for their son.
Karen watched with glee. She was getting all excited again, but there was no cock left for her. She returned to her chair, and began to run her own hand over her heatedly moistening pussy.
Eve was too overwhelmed with passion now to protest what was happening. She stared up and saw young Rick's beautiful hard cock and she knew that she wanted it. Yes, that would be the ultimate depravity. She would fuck her husband and son at the same time.
Rick approached his mother now, his blood-engorged cock wanting nothing but to feel the smooth hot insides of his mother's pussy. Too much had happened this night, too much. He couldn't think straight. Nothing was normal. The world was upside down. And all he knew was that he wanted to fuck, wanted to fuck his mother until they all came, until they all found the oblivion of orgasm.
Rick reached out a hand and stroked his mother's pussy lips, while his father's cock remained deeply embedded in his mother's asshole as she lay on top of him. Her body quivered at her son's gentle touch. It was such a contrast to the brutally thick cock impaling her from behind. And she knew she yearned for his young teenage cock to be thrust deeply up inside of her.
Rick was still tentative. "Do you want me to fuck you, mother?" he asked.
Eve had to face the truth. She opened her eyes again and stared longingly at the beautiful young hard cock.
Overcome with desire for his mother, the handsome teenager pressed the head of his hard hot cock against her pussy lips. Eve could feel her belly quake in aching anticipation and at that same moment, she felt Walter's cock jerk in her back passage, and a thrilling shiver of lust went through her entire body. Her cunt lips were wet with her lubricating juices and she tilted her hips upward to meet his erect young shaft.
Whimpers of desire erupted from her mouth as Rick parted her pussy lips with the tip of his cock. Wild thrills of pleasure raced up her spine, and she reached her hand between her legs to help him. Oh God! It was so good! Now there were two cocks inside of her, two cocks-her husband's and her son's. It was more pleasure than she could bear.
Rick lay flat against her now and could feel her firm round breasts and their erect hard nipples against his shirt. And the fabric was rough against Eve's breasts causing her nipples to grow still harder with excitement.
Eve could feel Rick's lust-engorged hardness deep up in her hotly writhing cunt now, deeper and deeper the young boy plunged until she could feel his tight young balls against her ass cheeks.
For Walter, the sensations were unbelievable. He could feel, through the thin membrane dividing cunt from rectal passage, his son's cock hard in his mother's pussy. And he also felt his son's balls scraping slightly against his own cock. The combination of sensations was unbelievable.
Husband and son were both fucking into her now simultaneously as Karen watched from the sidelines. How the young teenage girl longed to join in, if only she could find a way.
Though Eve knew that what they were doing was horribly wrong, she was powerless now to protest. She wanted it as much as any of them did, and there was no way she could fight the incredible pleasure which coursed through her body. Mewls of depraved ecstasy came from her throat as her body writhed between the two male's sandwiching bodies. Her buttocks would jerk back to meet her husband's hotly impaling cock and then thrust forward to take deep inside her pussy her son's lusting hardness.
"Oh, fuck...everybody fuck," Karen called out from her chair, and she rubbed her clitoris hard now with the palm of her hand.
Father and son fucked crazily now into Eve Whitman's cunt and anal opening. Her body thrashed and bucked wildly, as the fires of lust built to a fever pitch deep in her belly. Never in her life had she felt a lust this powerful, this overwhelming.
Karen could bear this frustration no longer. She walked toward the mass of writhing flesh and climbed up on the bed, kneeling just above her father's head. Gracefully, she maneuvered her body so that her hot moist pussy slit was positioned just above her father's mouth.
"Oh, eat me, daddy. Eat me please," she groaned.
Without even thinking, aware only that it was a hot female pussy hovering over his face, not caring that it was his daughter's, the now depraved father's tongue shot out of his mouth and began swirling around the hot hard bud of Karen's clitoris. He licked and sucked, reveling in the taste of her sweet young pussy juices.
Eve was now half-mad with the fires of agonized pleasure consuming her body. Father and son's dually fucking cocks between her soft white thighs were causing sensations to course through her lust-wracked body unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Wild swirls of pleasure roved madly through her body, and she moaned like a jungle beast from deep within her cock impaled belly. The movements of her body were in primitive unison with the two men whose cocks ravaged both her anal passage and her cunt, and she felt she was no longer a person. She was just a writhing mass of sensation.
Walter thought he would go out of his mind with pleasure. Not only was his wife's anal passage as tight as a fist around his blood-engorged shaft, not only could he feel his son's hot stiffness fucking into her pussy, but now his lips tasted the incredible sweetness of his daughter's cunt. His tongue inserted itself now between the folds of her pussy's outer lips all the way into the clinging wetness of her cunt.
And Karen reveled in the scene before her. The whole family was now free and wild, and able to enjoy depth of sexual pleasure that most people only dream of.
Eve was in a mindless space of sensation now and nothing in the world existed except the two madly fucking cocks impaling her crazily from both ends. Oh yes, these were the two men in her life she most loved, Walter's cock filled her from behind and Rick's filled her pussy and she thought she would die from pleasure.
Karen too was conscious now only of the insane pleasure swirling in her loins as a result of her father's tongue fucking. She writhed her hips down over her face so that, as he fucked her with his tongue, she could press her hotly throbbing clitoris against his lips, for an even more thrilling sensation. Oh, God, it was all too much for words. The excitement was building, building deep within her. Her cunt was on fire.
"Mmmmmmmmm, goooooood, daddy...Ooooohhh, its so goood!"
Suddenly Eve was aware of Karen for the first time. She tilted her eyes upward to see what was happening. It was incredible. Walter was tongue-fucking her daughter's pussy while his huge shaft was ravaging her rear passage. The entire family was one writhing mass of lust!
And Rick, long past the point of conscience was aware now only that he had returned to the place he had loved the most. His hotly pulsating teenage cock was fucking rhythmically into his mother's hot juicy cunt and it was all in the world he needed to be happy. He loved her, loved her more than anything in the world.
And nothing else mattered to him now but that he could have his hot cock inside his mother, that he could fuck his beloved mother, fuck her until she came like a volcano . . .
It was Karen whose orgasm arrived first. Her hot cum juice ran down into her father's mouth, ran down between her thighs over his face and he reveled in it as he continued his impassioned ravagement of his wife's anal passage.
Karen's body convulsed insanely as the waves of her orgasm spread from the core of her pussy outward over her entire body, until, exhausted from her third orgasm that night, she fell back against the headboard, where she watched the others continue.
Eve was next. She felt as if she was losing her mind now to the hot passion flaming deep in her belly. The rising crescendo of her orgasm had begun as, gloriously impaled from both ends by her husband and her son, suddenly the world seemed to shatter into a million multi-colored fragments. Cunt and anal passage sucked convulsively now on the two hotly impaling orgasm as Eve's orgasm erupted in her ravaged belly.
"Ohhhhhhh...I'm cummmmmiinngg-gg! Oh Gooooodddddddd!" she cried out.
It was all too much now for Rick as he cried out a moment later and began to fuck in an incredibly fast staccato rhythm into his mother's hotly milking cunt. And then he was there, cumming like he had never dreamed possible. Spurt after spurt of hot burning cum erupted from the tip of his cock, splashing against his mother's hotly throbbing cervix.
Walter watched the mutual orgasm of mother and son until he could bear it no longer. His cock, deeply embedded in her tightly clasping rectum began to spew out its load of white hot cum, spurting his sperm into the deepest recesses of her bowels. Never in his life had an orgasm been so powerful. Spurt after hot spurt, it lasted for several minutes, as the three bodies convulsed together on the bed under the sated and amused eye of the most precocious member of the family, the daring Karen.
Finally all was quiet as the entire Whitman family lay on the bed, their breathing slowing to almost normal, their eyes shut as slowly they returned to the real world.
Karen was worried. She dreaded the guilt that she was certain they would torment themselves with. If only that wouldn't happen. If only they could see how much better pleasure was than repression of guilt.
She watched as her mother's eyelids quivered and she knew Eve was afraid to open her eyes, afraid to face the reality of what she had just done.
"Open your eyes, mother...don't be afraid," Karen said softly.
"No," her mother whispered. "I don't dare."
"Yes, mother," Karen said with great tenderness. "It's very beautiful. You must see how beautiful we all are together."
Slowly Eve opened her eyes as the two men gradually withdrew their deflating cocks from both of her orifices. Walter kissed her lovingly on one cheek, and Rick on the other.
Eve smiled. She felt warm and good now, there was no denying that.
All four of them huddled together warmly on the bed now, kissing one another gently, enjoying a feeling of togetherness they had never known before.
Maybe, Eve thought, just maybe, this modern way is better after all
