The explosive passions in many individuals are often hidden and kept private. The proper situation, though, can release those passions.
Lynn Westberg is, to all outward appearances, a proper daughter and a good student. Beneath that thin veneer of civility, however, are hot passions and dark desires. The discovery that her father is secretly videotaping her in her most private moments is the event which releases the safety valve of Lynn's bound emotions.
Further discoveries, made by Lynn's mother, put events into motion, which culminate in the entire Westberg family being set free of their inhibitions. The passions and desires which the family members reveal to each other set them outside the mainstream of society, but the revelation also has the effect of drawing them together and ending many of their frustrations.
DAUGHTER'S HOT HOME MOVIES--a fictional story of what happens to one family in middle-class America. It is a novel about a family which has decided to keep no more secrets.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jill Westberg clawed at Matt's back, humping up at him, grinding her seething cunt around and around his plunging cock. She squeezed him between her smooth legs, digging her toes into his asscheeks, rubbing her swollen tits against his hairy chest, letting her mouth gape wide so he could shove his fat tongue down her throat. Her cunt contracted nonstop, squeezing and massaging her husband's veiny, eight-inch fuck-tool.
"Oh, Matt, give it to me! Oh God, Matt,
make me come! Move that big thing! Oh yes, oh God, come with me, darling, come with me, come-" Her words suddenly melted into uncontrolled grunts and moans as her loins exploded.
"Jesus!" Matt gasped, his eyes bulging. "Oh Jesus!" He fucked his cock in and out of her spasming cunt, his red face dripping sweat, his cock flexing wildly inside.
"Squirt it!" Jill moaned, thrashing under him, grinding up against him. "Cream me, oh God!"
Matt arched back, directing all his force into his loins, ramming his cock in to the very hilt. Matt shook all over, grunting like a bull, his eyes rolled back.
He was doing such a good job of acting that Jill could almost feel the spurts that weren't coming. For a few seconds, she wondered if Matt's cock wasn't actually shooting something. But those delicious hot spurts she was so used to just weren't coming now, hadn't been coming for the last month or so. The fact was, Matt was faking his orgasm, and Jill knew that one of these days she was going to have to call him on it.
But not now. Not while she was feeling so good, not while her pussy was spasming. True, her orgasm could feel that much better if Matt were shooting off inside her, but why waste her pleasure by talking? She could confront Matt later, sometime when she was cool and level-headed.
"One more time, darling," she purred. "Just keep moving that big thing. Fuck me till I come one more time." She clung to him, rubbing her sopping crotch against his hairy balls. They were such big heavy balls-all full of cum, all full of the cum he hadn't shot into her.
"Can't," he mumbled. "All fucked out. Besides, I gotta get to work."
Jill tried to keep him down, but he pulled away, popping his veiny, juice-dripping prick out of her. Jill moaned, watching him slide off the bed, his prick looking bigger and harder than she'd ever seen before-all shiny with her fuck-juices, which ran down his cock and balls like a thin frosting. Matt gripped his prick-shaft and headed out the door, striding off down the hall.
"Please?" Jill called, gasping as a wave of fuck-pleasure fluttered through her loins. "I'm still hot, darling."
Jill heard water running and Matt brushing his teeth. When he appeared in the bedroom again, a few minutes later, Jill's heart jumped. His cock was still hard as steel, still drenched with her fuck-juices. She forced herself up, taking the hands-and-knees position she knew Matt loved, wiggling her hot ass at him, inviting him to fuck her pussy once more or to bugger her, whichever he wished.
Matt pretended not to see her. He quickly pulled on his pants without bothering to put on underwear.
With a sigh, Jill flopped back down, rolling in her own fuck-slime. She'd always drooled puddles of fuckjuice while screwing. In fact, during her teens she'd actually sprayed the hot stuff while spasming. She didn't spray anymore, but she still leaked enough to get the sheets sopping wet. The way her pussy juiced--more than the average female--had been one of the things that had driven Matt wild about her when they'd met as teenagers.
Was the honeymoon over? Jill had been asking herself that lately. What was happening? Why wouldn't Matt deliver her his load?
Jill rubbed her ass in the fuck-slime. More laundry, she thought, knowing she'd have to change the sheet, as she'd been doing daily for many years, sometimes two or three times daily. Without the rubber sheet underneath, they would have had to buy a new mattress about once a week. That was for certain.
Matt had buttoned his shirt and now was squatting to tie his shoes. He still hadn't looked at her. His face still burned with a sex-flush.
"Matt?"
"Hm?"
"I think we should have a little talk." Matt sprang up, grabbing his watch off the dresser. "Oh Christ, I'm late."
"Matt, please-" "Told the boss I'd be in early. Shit, I'm really late." He threw her a kiss and was out the door before she could say another word.
She listened to his frantic footsteps on the stairs, heard the door slam, heard the car motor come alive. He actually squealed the tires as he pulled away, something Jill hadn't heard him do since he'd brought her home after hot dates when they'd been teenage lovers.
Jill lay there, her heart pounding, anxious for some reason she couldn't quite explain. Should she really get so riled up? Matt had, after all, fucked her to three orgasms. Should she really complain because he hadn't had time to deliver her his load?
It's the pretending, she told herself. That was what was getting to her-his pretending that he'd shot off when he actually hadn't. Maybe he had some kind of disease. Maybe he was sick. Maybe he couldn't shoot off anymore. Maybe he was ashamed to talk to her about it.
Jill jumped out of bed, feeling the sudden urge to shit. All this anxiety was getting to her bowels. Without bothering to throw on her robe, she ran down the hall to the bathroom. As she pushed open the half-open bathroom door, she came face to face with Bobby, who was standing naked at the toilet, a spurt of piss beginning to stream from his cock.
They both stared at each other, startled, and Jill nearly shit right where she stood.
"Mom-" Bobby said, his eyes all over her tits, then skipping down to her pussy-mound.
"Oh, excuse me," Jill heard herself mutter, her eyes unable to lift from her son's big hanging prick, which had piss dripping from the tip of its fat knob. "Sorry, darling, I should have knocked."
Dazed, still mumbling foolishly, she gripped the doorframe and forced herself back, shutting the door and shutting out the sight of her naked son. Then she turned and ran down the hall. Fetching her robe from the bedroom, she fled to the bathroom downstairs.
Fifteen minutes later, she was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, when Bobby appeared, fully dressed and carrying his knapsack full of school books. He was red-faced, and she knew she was too.
"Can I get you anything, darling? Eggs maybe? "She tried to look him in the face, but had trouble. Her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his tight jeans. She'd never realized how tight her son wore his jeans, nor what a sizable bulge he sported in them.
"Just some orange juice," Bobby said.
"Coming right up." As she went to the refrigerator, she could feel Bobby's gaze on her back, could feel it slide down her back like fingers and linger over her ass. She felt naked, Bobby drank his juice standing up, his eyes on the open neck of her robe. It was as if he were reaching inside to pull out her big swollen tits. She watched his Adam's apple bob, noted his wide, square shoulders and the way his torso tapered to a tight, flat-bellied waistline. Then her eyes were on his bulge again. She could have sworn she saw his cock throbbing.
Bobby put down his glass, and for a few moments there was an uneasy silence.
"Silly me," Jill said, trying to laugh. "You'd think at my age I'd have learned to knock before barging through the bathroom door."
"I shoulda had it closed all the way," Bobby said. "It's really my fault."
"We share the blame then," Jill said. "Half and half. OK?"
"No sweat," Bobby said, picking up his sack.
As he started for the door, Jill asked, "Doesn't your old mom get a kiss?"
He turned back, hesitating. They hadn't kissed each other goodbye since grade school. She puckered her lips, her eyes closed, her heart slamming.
Am I crazy? she asked herself. Why am I doing this?
Their lips touched. A thrill shot all the way to Jill's cunt. She was about to dart her tongue between her son's lips when he pulled away.
"S'long," he mumbled, and she glimpsed his wide shoulders and tight ass as he disappeared out the back door.
Jill exhaled, unable to believe herself. What had come over her, offering Bobby a kiss on the lips like that? It was not something a mother did with her son. What if Matt or Lynn had walked in and caught them kissing on the lips, like a pair of lovers? How would she ever explain to her husband or her daughter? How would she explain to them when she couldn't even explain her action to herself?
She poured herself some more coffee, and, as she sipped it, she began to feel forlorn. Here she sat, alone in a silent house, while Matt worked and Bobby and Lynn went to school. She would spend her day washing the sheets, watching soap operas, and getting ready to go to work for the evening shift at the hospital. She hardly ever saw her family anymore. They were gone while she was home, and she was gone while they were home. She caught glimpses of them coming and going, and that was about it. As the kids grew up-Lynn a sophomore now, and Bobby a junior-they were gradually losing touch with her. Maybe that was why she'd acted so impulsively this morning with Bobby-to lure him closer to her.
She'd nearly French kissed him! If he hadn't pulled away, she would have slipped her tongue into his mouth, maybe down his throat. Then, what might have happened? She hated to even think of it. In her state, she might have made a grab for his bulge, might have offered him her tits to suck on. Christ, what kind of mother was she becoming?
She could blame Matt-a little. She was becoming more and more anxious, more and more frustrated by his games. Maybe it was purely psychological, but the orgasms he rubbed into her cunt with his big cock no longer satisfied her. Sure, they provided momentary ecstasy, but they didn't relieve her horniness as they had when Matt had pumped his hot load into her. Maybe it was all in her mind, but fucking a man just wasn't fulfilling if he didn't give up his load. She needed to feel those hot spurts again, to know that her husband had deposited part of himself deep in her body.
So if Matt won't give it to you, you're going after Bobby, she thought, then immediately dismissed the thought as absurd. She had kissed Bobby because the sight of him naked had turned her on. That was all, she told herself. That was all. She hadn't seen her son naked in years, not since he'd begun to sprout a few hairs around the base of his growing cock. Now he was a man, his cock fully grown. She had stumbled upon him taking a piss and had gotten turned on. It was only natural. Any woman would feel a tingle under similar circumstances. He was a magnificent specimen of young manhood. He reminded her of Matt at that age. They looked so alike, were built so alike. Bobby had been cut, though, which Jill found somewhat thrilling. She'd been sucking and fucking Matt's uncut cock for years. It was only natural that she should find the sight of Bobby's cut cock fascinating.
The clock struck in the living room, and Jill counted the gongs. Seven. Still so early. Two hours yet before Donahue. A long day ahead.
Her family was leaving earlier and earlier, it seemed. Matt's boss had him working extra hours, only at the beginning of the day instead of at the end. Lynn had her gymnastics at school, an extra hour every morning. Lynn was dedicated, would die if she didn't make the state finals this year. Lynn had no doubt that one day she would make it to the Olympics. Matt raved about Lynn's improvement, but Jill so rarely had the chance to see her daughter compete that she couldn't share in the excitement.
Even Bobby had left for school early this morning, in a hurry to get out of an embarrassing situation, no doubt.
Well, the day stretched ahead of her, the long dull day. Funny, but the days had never seemed so dull until Matt had begun his games in bed, neither so dull nor so frustrating. Jill had been doing a lot of jacking off in recent weeks. Sometimes she would lie back and lazily fingerfuck herself to orgasm after orgasm while watching the virile studs on the soap operas, trying to imagine the sizes and shapes of their cocks, guessing whether they were cut or uncut, wondering how far they could shoot, and how it would feel to have them shooting off inside her. When her imagination failed, she would pop a porn tape in the VCR and watch some chick get fucked by some big-pricked stud. Every- time a guy on the screen shot his wad, Jill would go into spasms of ecstasy. Her pleasure was short-lived, however.
She went to the living room, to the locked drawer of her desk, and she pulled out the letter she had received last week. The letter was a response to a personal ad she had answered in a newsletter published by an amateur erotic video club. Club members got together and taped each other having sex. They made amateur porn movies, in other words, with themselves as the actors. Sometimes they used the tapes for their own viewing pleasure, sometimes they sold them. The idea sounded absolutely wicked to Jill. She answered the local ad just to see what kind of response she'd get. She even rented a post office box so she could receive the response anonymously. She never intended to actually get physically involved.
But, God she was horny! Matt just wasn't satisfying her these days. And she was bored. The days were so long, now that Matt and Lynn were disappearing from the house before she'd even crawled out of bed. She was sick of sitting around the house, sick of soap operas, sick of rubbing her pussy alone.
She opened the letter again and read it. "Call between 9AM and 3PM," the writer said. "Ask for Marlene."
Shaking all over, Jill went back to the kitchen to make herself some more coffee. This morning, she wouldn't be watching the beginning of Phil Donahue, she'd be making a phone call.
* * *
Bobby stopped off in the park can on the way to school. In a dirty, stinking toilet stall, he hung his knapsack from a nail on the back of the stall door. Then he slipped off his athletic shoes, his socks, his pants, stuffing them in the knapsack. Ah, what the hell, he thought. He'd gone this far, why not go all the way? He peeled off his T-shirt and stood there in the dank air without a stitch on-the same state he'd been in when his mother had walked in on him this morning when he'd been trying to take a piss, his prick half hard. She had really got an eyeful of him.
But he'd gotten an even bigger eyeful of her. Christ, those big tits of hers, even bigger than Lynn's, and Lynn had one of the best sets of tits in the whole fucking high school! He had actually drooled when he'd seen those big bumpy cherries of his mom's. And she had that voluptuous shape, like some chick in a fuck-mag. It was that woman's shape. Few of the girls at school, including Lynn, had yet attained those mature curves.
He plopped his ass down on the toilet seat and leaned back against the concrete wall, wincing from its coldness at first. He put his feet up against the sides of the stall door, half reclining. His vertical prick, thick as a crowbar and just as hard, bubbled hot fucklube down over his sliding hand. He was going to enjoy a good greasy jack off without using any baby oil, which was his favorite jack off lube. As he slowly fisted his cock, he rubbed and massaged his big balls, making them tingle!
The stall walls were scribbled with the artwork of horny teenagers. Almost any kind of fuck scene he could think of was either drawn up there or written about. Somebody had put flaming red lipstick on a drawing of a bitch getting fucked by three pricks at once-one up her pussy, one up her asshole, one in her big, red-lipped mouth. Bobby casually studied the various drawings and slogans, getting more turned on by the moment. He focused on some words printed in green magic marker: FUCK YOUR MOM, SHE'LL LOVE IT.
"Yeah," Bobby breathed, sliding his hand faster up and down his thick cock, feeling the prickly thrills corkscrew through his throbbing fuckmeat and spread through his tight loins. Even the tips of his sensuously flexing toes tingled.
Yeah, maybe she would love it. She sure hadn't been in any big hurry to leave the bathroom this morning. And her eyes had been glued to his cock like hot lips. Even later, in the kitchen, she'd shown interest in his equipment, glancing toward his crotch the same way the chicks at school did. And then she'd puckered up her lips, wanting a kiss.
Bobby reached up and pinched his nipples, rippled his fingers down over his abdominal muscles, moved his hand down until he was pinching and pulling on his balls again. His other hand pumped relentlessly. He pretended his hands were those of his mother, that she was jacking him off and pleasuring his muscular body the way his girlfriends did. He remembered his mother's kiss, her lips silky, hot, and swollen, puffed up with lust just like pussylips.
He squirmed, vibrating the walls of the stall in his excitement. He was like a writhing eel, the pleasure screwing through his prick and asshole. He licked and chewed his lips, still able to feel his mother's lips against them. He should have stuffed his tongue straight down her throat, should have sucked her sweet tongue into his mouth.
He was panting, fisting his cock faster and faster, His balls had pulled up so tight he thought they would split. His toes clawed at the wood of the doorframe.
He visualized his mother's tits, her big hot cherries, her voluptuous shape. He tried to imagine what her ass looked like, to imagine her bending over, fuck juice bubbling out of her red, throbbing cunt. He saw himself moving up, saw himself gripping her beautiful ass. His prick stabbed at her. He fell on her, gnawing on her straw-blonde mane, his prick sliding up her juicy cunt to the very hilt. She attained an instant orgasm-and he exploded inside her.
"Ohhhhh!" he moaned, out of his mind as spasms shook his spurting cock. He twisted his head from side to side against the concrete wall, dug his toenails into the wood doorframe, squeezed his contracting balls and jerked fiercely on his flexing cock, nearly skinning his prick alive. The pleasure was so good he could have howled.
His spurts shot straight up, a foot in the air, then splashed down like hot wads and strands of spit on his undulating belly muscles. He watched the white jism fly, almost laughed as it splatted on his tingling belly skin. It felt so fucking good! And it was such a relief, such a fucking good relief!
Dropping his spent prick, letting his cock smack down on his hard belly right in a pool of slimy white jism, he read the slogan on the wall once more.
FUCK YOUR MOM, SHE'LL LOVE IT. I'll just bet she would, he thought. I'll just bet!
CHAPTER TWO
Lynn saw the car approaching and stepped out from behind the tree, her school bag hanging from her left hand, her right hand up in the air, thumb extended. She almost couldn't keep a straight face. This was the funniest part of it all-getting picked up like this-but her dad insisted on it. She guessed it must really do something for him, get his balls charged up or something.
She shivered a little, chilled by the early morning air. The sun wasn't all that high yet, and the grass was still drenched with dew. The pavement felt cold against her dew-wet bare feet. Her bare arms prickled with goose bumps. She would have worn a jacket, but her dad insisted on seeing her in a tight white T-shirt through which he could see the purple of her upthrust cherries. The tight jeans and the bare feet were mandatory too.
The car pulled over and the man behind the wheel glanced at her, smiling. He said nothing, and Lynn got in, licking her lips and giving him the eye.
"Thanks for the lift," she said.
He nodded, pulling out onto the road.
They were at the edge of town. Lynn had come here on her bike to await her father. He always picked her up here because it was out of sight of any houses. As they drove, she felt like asking him why he was ten minutes late this morning, but she kept quiet because she knew such talk would destroy her dad's fantasy.
Her father turned off the highway on Cutler Road, and Lynn began to shake a little. They were getting close now. Cutler Road was Lovers' Lane around here. All along it, little side trails wound off into the woods, ideal places for parking. On warm summer nights the road was like a freeway, with carloads of teenagers coming and going, the scent of pussy and cock floating in the night air. Lynn had fucked a lot of hard cocks on these side trails, more than she could remember anymore, and just being here sent her pussy into wet pulsations. Things were a little different, coming here mornings with her father.
It was wicked. Lynn knew it. So wicked that she didn't dare talk about it with anybody. But it was a turn on! Making it with her own father! It really sent her, really got her pussy steaming. And daddy had a gorgeous prick-so big, so juicy, and so sexy with all that extra skin on it. It had a peculiar smell too, one that had repulsed her at first, but one she'd grown to enjoy, even crave. She guessed the smell had to do with all that extra skin, with his cock being uncut, as she had heard the condition called. Her dad's was the only uncut prick she had ever got her hands on. All the boys she usually fucked around with had naked dick-heads.
As they pulled off onto a side trail and drove deeper into the trees, Lynn said, "Hey, Mister, what is this? Where are we going?"
Her dad smiled, but said nothing. He merely glanced down at her tits, raping her with his eyes, and she tried to act frightened, crossing her arms over her tits. Funny, but this pretending, this acting sometimes seemed almost real. She actually felt a little frightened now, but her pussy was throbbing like a heart, the crotch of her jeans pulling up like a gag between her swollen pussylips. She was juicing profusely already, and the car reeked of steaming pussy. Her dad inhaled deeply. His bulge excited Lynn so much that she had to restrain herself to keep from grabbing at his cock.
They came to a stop, and her dad turned off the motor. As he turned toward her, a wicked expression on his face, Lynn tried to act shocked. She cowered as he slid over next to her and put his arm around her.
"Please," she said. "Don't hurt me, Mister. Don't abuse me."
He plastered his mouth over hers, at the same time squeezing her right tit. Lynn began to tremble all over. She wasn't play-acting anymore. As her father's tongue slid down her throat, she went limp in his arms, sighing, trembling even harder. She realized that if this were an actual rape, or a seduction she wanted to avoid, she would be absolutely helpless. Once a male started kissing her, started playing with her tits, she became as powerless as a baby. Except for the powerful throbbing between her legs, she'd lost all strength.
"Hot little girl," her dad mumbled, kissing her deeply, slobbering all over her face, sucking and biting at her neck.
She hoped he wouldn't give her a hickie. She hated being teased about hickies.
Her dad pulled off her T-shirt. She felt an initial chill as the air licked all around her naked torso. Her cherries throbbed, the bumps on them as big as nipples, her nipples like fingertips. Her dad's fat lips surrounded her cherries one at a time, sucking, nipping. His tongue flicked. His teeth grated gently.
Lynn moaned, thrusting her tit flesh deeper into his mouth, squirming madly, her pussy clutching. Despite her tight jeans, hot fuck-juice was running down her legs like piss.
Her father shoved the door open. He climbed over her, shoving her back on the seat, where she lay in a daze, her rib cage rising and falling. Her father kneeled on the ground outside the open car door and pulled her bare feet up, kissing them, licking between her toes, sucking on them. Lynn felt sexy sensations all through her feet and legs. Her cunt pulsed with each suck her dad gave to her toes.
"I love that," she whispered. "Oh, Daddy, I love that."
"You've got the prettiest, sexiest feet I've ever seen," her dad said, massaging her feet with his thumbs, stroking her toes, continuing to kiss and lick and suck them. "When you're up there on the balance beam or out on the floor, I about come in my pants every time you point these pretty toes of yours. Damn, I could eat them right off!"
He unzipped and unbuckled his pants, hauling his rampant prick out. He took Lynn's feet and cradled his prick between them, humping between their soles.
Lynn wiggled her toes, thrilled by the silky hot feel of her dad's cock between her feet. She worked his foreskin up and down between her big toes. Thick, sticky prick lube dribbled onto her toes like warm honey. She could smell her father's musky prickhead, and she sighed with pleasure. Her dad's cock throbbed wildly. She knew she could work him off with her toes quite easily. She'd done it before, a lot of times before. She loved the feel of her dad's hot spurts all over her naked feet, and she was flexible enough to bring her feet up to her own mouth so she could suck the thick jism off her toes and lick it off her feet. She could give every inch of her feet and ankles a tongue bath if she wanted to. Her dad always enjoyed watching her do that.
He pushed her feet away. "Not today, baby. At least not yet. We just got here. I don't wanna lose my load right off."
He reached forward and unzipped her jeans. He pulled downward, and Lynn lifted her ass to assist. He peeled the jeans down her slim legs and off over her feet. Lynn spread her legs immediately, lifting one and draping it up over the top of the car seat. The cool morning air rushed between her thighs, lapping at her bubbling cunt. The musky aroma of pussy-cream made her slightly dizzy at first.
"Christ!" her dad said, gazing at her seething cunt. "Just like your mom. I'll never get over it." He got up and opened the back door, returning with a folded blanket that he shoved under her ass to protect the car seat from her fuck juices. "How can one man be so lucky?"
He dropped to his knees again and leaned between her legs, fastening his mouth to her crotch and sucking. Lynn arched up, moaning as her dad ate her wide-open pussy.
"Oh, Daddy, oh God, Daddy!" Getting her pussy sucked always drove her out of her mind at first. "Oh stop, please, oh God, uh, uh!"
Her dad chuckled, sucking and licking mercilessly, torturing her raw young crotch. He grated her clit with his teeth, drilled his tongue up her cunthole, gnawed on her swollen pussy-slabs.
Lynn's toes clawed the balls of her feet. She chewed her lips and pinched her nipples. All of a sudden it was like a fireball blossoming inside her. Her eyes rolled back and she went into spasms.
She gripped his head, digging her fingers into his scalp, grinding her crotch in his face. As she came, she sprayed hot pussyjuice into her dad's mouth and all over his face. Her dad growled like a ravenous wolf as he devoured her juicing, contracting cunt. Lynn felt hot needles pricking her cuntmeat. The spasms passed in waves through her loins and all through her body.
When it was over, her dad sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. His face was drenched with cuntjuice. "Just like your mother," he said. "She used to spray like that too a long time ago. Now she just dribbles when she comes, not that I'm complaining."
Lynn lay there, panting, feeling all worn out. Most girls didn't spray, she felt like telling her dad. In fact, a lot of them didn't get very juicy at all, just a little oily inside. She didn't say anything, though, because then he would want to know what made her such an expert On other girls' pussies.
Her dad stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. His pants had worked down to his knees, and his cock stood up in plain sight, throbbing beautifully, dripping fucklube like sap. Fucklube had streamed down the shaft of his prick. Some now dripped from the hairs of his huge balls.
As her dad cast off his shirt, revealing his square-muscled, hairy chest and his rock-hard abdomen, Lynn found herself rolling off the car seat and falling on the ground at her father's feet. She unlaced his shoes and helped him get them off. As his socks came off, she bent down and kissed his toes.
"Suck 'em," he said. "I know you like sucking 'em."
She did, too. She couldn't deny that. She'd always found feet sexy. She'd been able to suck her own toes ever since she could remember, and when she got older she had quickly learned that boys enjoyed having their toes sucked. She lifted her dad's big feet, one at a time, and lapped at the veiny, sinewy insteps. Then she chewed on his toes, licking between them, munching on them, biting at the toenails and licking under them. She brought his foot down and rubbed his spit-wet toes on her hard nipples. He responded by giving her sensitive cherries a good toe-rub. By the time he'd finished, she was panting like she'd run a mile.
She pulled his pants all the way off. As he stepped out of them, she wrapped her arms around his muscular calves and began rubbing her cheeks and lips against them. She worked her way up his legs, rubbing her tits, her belly, every part of her smooth young body against his hairy flesh. She rose to her knees, biting and licking her way up his thighs. The scent of his balls drove her out of her mind. She buried her nose underneath them and sucked at the sweaty, hairy flesh of his crotch. His fucklube dribbled all over her shoulders and back. She began to lap his balls.
Her dad wobbled, hardly able to stand up. She gazed up at him. He had his hands on his hips. He was watching her with reddened, glazed eyes. She nipped at his ball-sac with her teeth, pinching it, stretching it, and her dad moaned, his prick pointing straight at the sky, fucklube running down.
"I love your balls, Daddy," she said. "Mmm, mmm!" She lapped his balls all over, opened her mouth wide and sucked them in one at a time, tonguing them gently, munching on them. She loved the musky, sweaty, manly taste. She wished she could bite his balls off and eat them.
He shoved his prick toward her, bending his cock down. She was hungry for his prick, but she wanted to tease him some more. She lapped across the cockhead with her tongue just once, then slithered between her dad's legs and came out behind them. Kneeling up behind him, she began to bite his muscular ass-cheeks, to lick gingerly at his deep ass-furrow.
"Bend over, Daddy," she purred. "I wanna see your pucker."
Her dad leaned forward slightly, bracing his hands on his knees and squatting just a little. She forced apart his firm asscheeks and sniffed at his asshole. It had a sweaty, slightly shitty smell that excited her. She blew on his asshole, watching the brown pucker twitch. She kissed his shitter, then started licking up and down the length of his asscrack. She wiggled the tip of her tongue into the crevices of his ass-pucker, feeling his asshole twitch, then relax slightly. Then she screwed her tongue up inside and listened with pleasure to her father's moans.
She wriggled her tongue inside, pistoned it, licked her dad's shithole out until she got him to wiggle his ass for her and beg for more. Giggling, she slipped her tongue out, slithering once again between her dad's legs and coming to a kneeling position in front of him. She reached for his cock with both hands and bent his prickhead down to her lips.
Her tongue flapped, covering every inch of her dad's big throbbing cock. His cock-veins thrilled her rippling tongue. She peeled back his foreskin, forcing it down tight on the shaft, then licked off the delicious flavors that had been trapped underneath it. Her mouth gaping, she took his entire cock-knob between her lips, then into her mouth. As she began to suck, she tasted more than cock-she tasted cunt too.
Daddy, she thought, you've been fucking mom but you haven't been washing off your cock afterward. And now you want me to suck it. That's dirty.
It was so dirty that she sucked voraciously, taking her dad's cock deep in her throat, sucking the flavor of cunt off every bit of his hard, quivering fuckrod. She bobbed her head, sliding her lust-puffy lips up and down around the cockshaft. She could feel prick-arteries twitching, could sense the quivering jolts shooting through the core of her dad's horny cock. Her tongue licked the underside of the prickshaft, of the cockhead, and she felt the responsive flexing of the big prick. She knew she would be swallowing a load of hot cum any second now.
Her dad forced her away. He was almost violent. "Christ, that was close!"
He gripped the base of his prickshaft fiercely, as if trying to hold in the flow of cum as his balls tried to pump it out. His pisshole gaped so wide Lynn could have shoved one of her nipples in it. Fucklube bubbled out like water. He was straining. At last, he released his cock and exhaled with relief.
Lynn sat back on her heels, fingerfucking herself as she watched her dad pace around to cool off. She sure would have enjoyed taking his load down her throat. Of course, then he would probably have gone soft and wouldn't have been able to fuck her. There wasn't enough time for her dad to shoot a load, then get charged up again. They were already running late today.
As he approached her, his prick wagging like a dog's tail, she knew exactly what he wanted and she presented herself on all fours to him, arching her back, sucking in her gut, turning up her ass and wiggling it at him. She watched over her shoulder as he descended behind her, mounting her like a stud dog mounting a bitch.
His prick slid in easily, disappearing inside her to the hilt. She could feel his cock's hot knob throbbing in her womb. She rubbed her ass against her dad's hard belly, reveling in the sensation of being coupled with him. She didn't care if he ever pulled out. There was nothing she loved more than a hot prick inside her. Her cunt contracted, sucking, squeezing, making love to the big cock inside her.
"What a cunt!" Her dad began to slide his prick. "What a hot, juicy, tight little pussy! Mmn, fuck it!" He gripped her waist, his hands able to encircle her completely when she sucked in her gut, and he jerked her back and forth on his cock as he fucked. The fucklube began to flow from her excited young hole, and soon was dripping off his balls.
Lynn was gasping. Vibrations shivered through her body as her dad's cock fucked into her again and again, as his hard belly smacked her ass like a clapping hand. His big veiny prick stimulated her tight-swollen cunt-lips as he fucked between them, stuffing her seething fuckhole repeatedly. She could feel his fat cockhead popping in and out of her womb-mouth. Her loins tightened with tension.
"Baby, oh my sexy little baby bitch!" Her dad dug his fingernails into her tender flesh, gouging her creamy white skin. He was so excited that he was drooling his hot spit onto her lower back.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw that his tongue was half hanging out, that his eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared down at her ass and fucked his rigid prick in and out of her juicy young pussy.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she hissed, licking her lips, gazing up at him seductively as he turned his eyes on her face. "It feels so good, Daddy. It makes me wanna come."
She wiggled her ass, churning her cunt on her dad's plunging prick. She ground her ass against his hairy balls and groin, getting herself hotter by the moment.
Her dad's face turned redder, almost purple. He breathed as if he were going to have a heart attack. His prick swelled inside her, getting harder and hotter. He fucked so fast that Lynn had to face forward again and dig in with her fingers and toes to steady herself. He fucked almost savagely, ramming his prick in and out as if he wanted to split her in half. Lynn loved it.
"Ohhh, Daddy, give it to me, ohhhh God yesss!" Her vision blurred. She felt so dizzy, so weak that she could hardly hold herself up. Fuck-thrills whirled through her cunt, through her loins, all through her body. It felt as if hot little teeth were nibbling at her nipples. Her big tits flapped like water balloons.
Her dad slid his hands up her flanks, slid them around front, then down. Roughly, he filled his hot mitts with her swollen young tit-flesh. Her nipples slid between his thick fingers, and he squeezed them.
Lynn went into spasms.
"Oh God, Daddy, oh God, oooooh!" She humped wildly, screwing her exploding young cunt on her dad's pistoning fucker. The fuck-sensations shot up her spine, down her legs. She felt them even in her skull, and she nearly passed out. As her cunt spasmed, it sprayed hot pussyjuice all over her dad's flapping balls. His prick swelled inside her and finally exploded.
"Awwwwww!" He collapsed over her, his back rounded, his loins still humping frantically. His prick fucked with short, fierce strokes, pouring a profuse load of cum into her like molten lava. His fingers mauled her tits, and he gnawed on her upper back and shoulders.
As jism spurted endlessly into Lynn's seething crotch, hot sticky fluid ran down her neck. Whether it was her dad's saliva or her own blood, she couldn't tell, but, at the moment, she didn't care. The feeling of orgasm was too good, too overwhelming for her to care about anything else.
"Oh, Daddy, give it to me! Oh, uh, mmm!"
"Yeahhh!" Her dad breathed, humping, pumping, gnawing. "Ohhh, yeahhhhhhh!"
Lynn finally collapsed, letting her father grind down on top of her, fucking her into the ground as he pumped out the last of his hot jism.
They lay there, coupled and spent, for several minutes before her dad forced himself up, easing his half-hard prick out of her. Her cunt made a sucking sound as his prick exited, and Lynn groaned. She hated that empty feeling right after uncoupling.
"I wish we could do it again," she said as she slipped into the fresh clothing she had brought along in her school bag.
"Don't tempt me," her dad said. "We're both late already."
Before putting on her shoes, Lynn raised one leg, toes pointed, and slid them up and down the swelling in her dad's pants. He grabbed her foot, dropping to his knees and nearly sucking off her toes while he rubbed his cock through his pants. By the time he released her foot, Lynn's cunt was on fire, getting the crotch of her clean jeans all juicy and sticky. As her dad drove her to school, she shoved her hand down her pants and jacked herself off, right there on the front seat next to him.
CHAPTER THREE
Marlene was a big-titted woman with dark brunette hair to her shoulders. She wore nylons held up by a black lace garter belt, and a scanty black bra which hardly capped more than her nipples. The tops of her large cherries peeked out of the bra, and Jill stared at them in disbelief as she stood at the front door, her heart banging, her legs rubbery.
"Step inside, Jill. Steven and I were so tickled to get your call."
Jill chuckled nervously and entered the foyer, stunned not only by Marlene's semi-nudity, but because she was being invited into a mansion of a house in the best section of town. She had circled the block three times, checking and rechecking both the street signs and the house number, unable to believe that she had copied them down correctly when she had talked to Marlene over the phone only an hour ago.
"Right this way, my dear. Steven is waiting in the entertainment center."
Jill followed Marlene down plushly carpeted hallways, sinking in to her ankles and envying Marlene's stocking feet. Marlene was a large, well-built woman, taller than Jill. Her semi-naked asscheeks flexed as she walked, and the musky aroma of pussy trailed along behind her, at first disgusting, then exciting Jill. Jill imagined herself down on her knees behind the voluptuous brunette, sniffing her ass and crotch, maybe taking a taste. Jill hadn't had a taste of pussy since her high school days, since before meeting Matt, and the aroma of Marlene brought back old memories.
They descended carpeted stairs to a basement hallway that was just as finely finished and decorated as the first floor of the house.
Marlene stopped at a doorway, swinging around to extend her arm and to show Jill into the room. Marlene's dark eyes appeared to dance, and a thin smile tugged at her lips.
"Steven," Marlene said, following Jill into the room. "Our guest has arrived, darling."
Jill stopped so abruptly that Marlene ran into her. She was sure her mouth had dropped open in pure shock. Half reclining on a king-sized bed was a half-naked boy no older than Bobby. He was dressed in nothing but faded jeans, and his naked back rested against the headboard of the bed. He was massaging his huge prick which protruded from his wide-open fly. As he played with himself with one hand, he sipped from a wine glass that he held in the other.
"Hey, not bad," he said, his eyes sweeping up and down Jill, lingering especially on her tits. "Nice big tits."
Marlene giggled. "Steven, you're such a tit-man." She patted Jill on the ass. "Get comfortable, my dear, and you and Steven get acquainted while I get you a drink." She was gone from the room before Jill could say a word.
"I'm Steve," the boy said. "And I'm really glad I stayed home from school today."
Jill smiled weakly, never so self-conscious or nervous in her life as now. She just stood there, her eyes darting around the room, too embarrassed to face the masturbating youth. A huge projection-TV screen adorned one wall -the kind Matt wanted to buy but couldn't really afford. The other walls were covered with murals, paintings of ancient Romans engaged in a variety of sexual practices. Even horses and dogs were pictured, fucking with women. Jill was so shocked that she found the sight of the boy almost calming when she looked back to him.
"Pretty wild, ain't she?" The boy set down his glass on a table beside the bed. He wiped the fucklube off his cockhead and cleaned it off his fingers. Then he punched a button on a console built into the table. "Of course, that ain't nothing compared to what you can see on our video."
Jill faced the screen, and there was Steven himself, stark naked and fucking savagely between the legs of a girl several years younger than he was. Pinkish pussyjuice frothed from the small cunt of the squirming, screaming young girl. She was begging him to pull his cock out.
"That's me busting my little sister's cherry," he said proudly, above the wailing cries of the girl and his own tape-recorded grunts of lust and pleasure. "I'd fuck her for you right now, so you could watch the real thing, but she's in school. Fucked the shit out of her before she left for school, though. Too bad we didn't get it on tape."
Jill was shaking all over, as much from the excitement she was feeling as from the shock. She could hardly believe what she was seeing on the video screen-a boy fucking his own sister while she writhed helplessly under him, her cunt bleeding. Another scene suddenly appeared on the screen and there was Steven again, this time engaged in such a perverted practice that Jill refused to look at it. She turned her eyes away and saw Steven grinning at her. He'd peeled off his jeans and was stark naked now.
"What's wrong?" he said. "You ain't never seen a guy do something like that before? A lot of guys do it, maybe even your own son-if you've got one."
Jill felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't imagine Bobby doing something so perverted.
"Does he fuck you?" Steven asked, smiling wickedly. "I can tell you've got a son from the look on your face. Bet he fucks you, don't he?"
Marlene rescued her, moving soundlessly into the room and shoving a glass of wine into Jill's hands. "Darling, you're still dressed. Why don't you get comfortable? Steven is, and I'm surely going to. Steven, please assist mommy."
Steven punched a button to shut off the video machine, then slid off the bed, his cock wagging like a stiff club. He rubbed his prick against his mother's ass as he unsnapped her bra from behind, then cupped her tits as her bra fell away.
Marlene shivered, her face going red. She gulped down her wine. "Steven, you're getting me so hot."
Steven chuckled, nibbling his mother's neck. "Bend over, Mommy." He pushed her forward, then guided his cock between her legs. As his prick slipped up her cunt, Marlene's eyes rolled.
"Oh Steven, it's so big, so much bigger than your father's. I love it, darling. Oh, I love it so much!"
"Mmn!" Steven moaned, fucking his cock in his mother's juicy cunt. "Far out!"
Jill found herself sipping from an empty glass. She was in such a daze that she had downed the wine without tasting it. She felt a twinge of lightheadedness and felt herself beginning to loosen up. Alcohol always had an instantaneous effect on her.
Steven fucked rhythmically, his cock squishing in his mother's cunt. Marlene gasped, rubbing her ass against her son's abdomen. She was still wearing her black lace garter belt and her nylons. The aroma of her hot cunt rose in the room. Jill saw trickles of cuntcream dribbling down the insides of the woman's thighs, soiling the silky tan stockings.
"Oh, Steven!" Marlene snapped back her head, her eyes glazed over and turned back. As her son massaged her tits, pinching and twisting on her rubbery nipples, his big cock fucked relentlessly in her sucking pussy. Marlene went into toe-curling spasms. She shook all over, grunting and gasping. "Oh, Steven, oh God, uh, uh, ohhhh!"
Steven bit hard into her neck from behind, fucking the pleasure through her seething cunt. When she at last slumped forward, elbows on her knees, brunette mane dangling toward the floor, Steven slipped his cock out of her pussy. His huge prick throbbed, dripping with female fuck-juices. The veins and cockhead were so defined that they looked like they would pop right off.
Jill couldn't control herself. Dropping the wine glass on the carpet, she ripped at her clothes, her fingers fumbling and almost useless because she was so excited. When Steven moved close to help her undress, she wrapped her right hand around his cock, pumping, slipping easily over the wet prick-flesh.
"Take it easy," he breathed. "Don't make me lose it."
Jill found herself naked, found herself squirming in the teenager's arms, rubbing against his muscular flesh like a purring cat. His rampant prick throbbed against her belly. She wanted to feel his cock spurt against her skin. She clung to him, humping against him, her slick juices bubbling out of her cunt and running down her legs.
She hadn't been this excited in a long time. Her heart beat so hard she feared it would explode.
Steven swept her up and dropped her on the bed. She spread her legs, welcoming him between them, wrapping them around his tight ass as he crushed down on her, fucking his huge cock up her aching, burning, sucking pussy. As they coupled, her eyes rolled back and she went into spasms.
"Beautiful!" Marlene cried. "Oh, this is hot!"
Between intense shudders of pleasure, during which she whined like a fucking cat, Jill glimpsed Marlene shouldering a video camera and leaning close. The camera lens stared Jill in the face, recording her every grimace of ecstasy. Marlene moved the camera down, filming her son's cock fucking in and out of Jill's gnawing, sucking, spasming crotch. Jill wanted to tell Marlene to stop, but the mind-warping spasms wouldn't let her.
Her orgasm subsided at last, but Steven wouldn't release her. He was just getting started, his cock just beginning to enjoy her juicy cunt. For a few moments, she tried to struggle away, but Steven's cock sent an electrical charge zinging through her pussy, and she became powerless again. Her cunt began to tighten and suck, and, within seconds, her toes were clawing at the youth's bouncing ass, her fingernails digging into his undulating back. She threw her head from side to side on the bedspread, moaning with lust, wanting only to be fucked forever. She wanted the boy to fill her pussy with a zillion thick hot loads, to keep shooting into her cunt forever.
"Oh, this is exceptional, Steven! Such footage we're getting!" Marlene moved all around them, moving close, moving farther away, the automatic focus of her video camera continually readjusting.
"Oh wow! She's a hot bitch!" Steven moaned. "Her pussy sucks so good, makes my prick feel so fucking good! Oh wow!" He writhed on top of her, grinding her into the mattress, the long muscles of his body undulating. His long cock fucked in and out of her like a fire-spitting snake.
Jill was delirious. She clung to the jerking youth, thrusting upward, grinding her loins against his. His long hard prick pounded the mouth of her womb, sending such deep hot thrills into her that she thought she would lose her mind.
"Cream me, Steven! Give it to me! Oh, squirt that hot stuff! Please, baby, oh please!" Jill screamed.
"Yeahhhh!" the boy growled, fucking into her faster, harder and deeper. "Yeahhhh, yeahhhhh!"
She reached up, petting his inflamed cheeks, drinking his sweat as it rained into her mouth. She bit his neck then, tightening her cunt and churning her pussy around and around on his prick, delighting in the way his cock swelled, the way his prick hardened.
"Ohhhh mannnn!" The youth's eyes rolled back. His whole body shook.
"Shoot it!" she hissed. "Oh, shoot it!" She contracted her cunt repeatedly, shimmying her legs around the youth, rubbing her swollen tits against his chest, biting and licking and sucking the tight cords of his neck.
The boy exploded into her. "Ahhhhhhh!"
His spurts of jizz shot deep up her womb-a liquid fire that drove her out of her mind. Her head snapped from side to side, and she went into spasms, her nails sinking deep into the boy's hot flesh.
"Ohhhhh, baby, give it to me!" she whimpered. "Feed me your cum! Fill up my pussy!"
The boy growled, grunted, groaned. He bucked and humped and squirmed, his prick flexing again and again, his jism surging into her cum-starved pussy.
"Fuck you!" he moaned. "Oh, fuck youuuu!"
When it was over, they lay together, the boy's spent prick twitching inside her cunt. Her pussy was riddled with periodic twinges and contractions, the aftershocks of her orgasm. The boy appeared to have fallen asleep, although he sighed with each sucking contraction her cunt delivered to his sensitive prick.
"That was marvelous, simply marvelous!" Marlene said. She put down her video camera and peeled off her garter belt and nylons. She came over and slapped her son on the ass playfully. "Pull out, darling."
The boy ignored her, still apparently asleep.
Marlene shook her head. She shoved her middle finger in her mouth, drawing it out dripping with spit, then shoved it between her son's asscheeks. As she wiggled her finger up his ass, his eyes shot open and he jumped.
"Damn it!" he gasped.
Marlene twisted her finger inside him. "Off, boy."
The boy held his breath as he raised himself off Jill. When he was finally standing on the floor, his dripping cock only half hard now, Marlene pulled her finger out of his asshole.
"Thank you," Marlene said, then fell forward on the bed between Jill's legs.
Steven, sulking, plopped down in a black-leather easy chair and closed his eyes. He appeared to go immediately to sleep, his chin resting on his chest, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Mm, let me suck that thick cream out of you, darling." Marlene lay on her belly between Jill's legs, lapping and sucking Jill's crotch like a starved calf. "He shoots such a vigorous, virile load. Spread wider, darling. That's it."
Jill lay there helplessly while the woman sucked her well-fucked pussy. Marlene's tongue felt so good, and it was good, too, to see a female head bobbing between her legs again instead of Matt's. No girl had sucked Jill's pussy since her high school days.
"Mmm, marvelous cunt, darling. So juicy. You've completely ruined my gold bedspread, but that's all right. I'll keep it as a souvenir." Marlene laughed, nipping and gnawing on Jill's thick juicy cunt-slabs. Now where is all that cum? He must have shot it in real deep. Boys his age shoot so forcefully, regular young bulls. Do you have a son, my dear?"
"Mmm," Jill said, half moaning and nodding her head. Marlene ate pussy so well. "Steven's age."
"You really must bring him over, my dear. I'm sure he and Steven would hit it off. And I know he and I would hit it off." She chuckled wickedly, driving her tongue in deep.
And Jill found herself on the verge of another orgasm.
"What's his name, darling?" Marlene asked.
"Bobby," Jill gasped, and she exploded.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lynn swept her arms upward and the crowd went into a cheering frenzy. Lynn laughed out loud, turning in circles, waving at the crowd, the whistles and applause and shouts deafening her, giving her more goose bumps and chills.
She ran off the floor into the arms of her giddy teammates, receiving their hugs and kisses. Coach Scott embraced her and she felt his big hard-on throbbing against her belly.
She wiggled against him, teasing him, then raced back onto the floor, turning in more circles as she waved to the crowd.
Back on the bench a few minutes later, her sweats keeping her legs and arms warm, thick wool socks on her feet, her heart began to finally slow down. Out on the floor, Jessica Thompson was going through her floor exercise to some classical piece, and the attention had turned away from Lynn and onto Jessica.
Sexy, Lynn thought, watching Jessica slide into a full split, then fall forward and somersault to a standing position. Sexy, but nowhere near as sexy as she herself had been out there. That classical music didn't help any. Lynn preferred exercising to disco music, and the crowd loved it.
When she was out there, wiggling her ass, sliding all over the mat as if she had a hot prick up her cunt, she felt more like a go-go dancer or a stripper than a gymnast. She got so turned on sometimes during the floor exercise that trickles of pussyjuice, like sweat, would dribble down the insides of her thighs. She was sure that the crowd responded as much to her sexiness as to her gymnastic and dance abilities. And she always received the best marks when the judges were men. All the judges were men today, and she'd just been awarded a perfect ten.
She looked around the arena, scanning the crowd. All eyes were on Jessica now. Lynn felt a twinge of jealousy.
She spotted her dad, video camera mounted on his shoulder, as usual. Every meet, there he was, recording every wiggle and toe-point of every girl on the floor. She knew he had a drooling hard-on that wouldn't quit. Right now he was undoubtedly zooming in on Jessica's crotch as she sank down into another split. He would have embarrassed Lynn had he not been only one of several men who regularly appeared with video cameras to record the girls.
She looked back to the floor to watch Jessica finish up her routine and she felt a prickle of uneasiness in her bowels. She should never have agreed to do what she was going to do later-sneak her dad into the girls' locker-room after the meet. What if they got caught? How would she ever be able to face her friends again?
She felt a tap on the shoulder and jumped. Coach Scott was smiling at her, flirting with her, as usual. How that man would love to get his cock up her pussy!
"Lynn, honey, you wanna start warming up those pretty legs for the balance beam?" He squeezed her shoulder.
"Sure, Coach, whatever you say."
* * *
Matt was ready to come in his pants. The scent of all that teenage cunt down on the floor and all around him had him zonked out of his mind. His cock was going to split right down the middle, his prick was so hard, so tight. He glanced around him, smiling at every pretty girl whose eye he could catch, letting his own eyes take in the lithe young curves and ripe teenage tits. Some of the girls gave him dirty looks, making him feel like a dirty old man. Others gave him seductive expressions however, and he was sure he could have any one of those he desired. The dirty little bitches!
"On the balance beam, Lynn Westberg," came the announcement, and Matt trained his camera on the floor, zooming in close, taking in every inch of his daughter's body, from her bare feet to her pixyish nose. He watched her spring onto the beam like a young doe, then immediately slide into a full split, her toes beautifully pointed. He caught her toes, then her crotch. Her red outfit was pulled up tight between her legs, like a gag between her pussy-lips, and he could see the wet stain of her crotch. She was hot, so beautifully hot. She was always that way.
The crowd was applauding, whistling. The men and boys loved her. Matt knew that every last one was thinking the same thing-how he'd like to slide his fucker up her juicy young cunt. The thought both angered and excited him. She was his own daughter, after all. She was his.
Lynn performed a backward somersault, then another, her toes curling around the edges of the wood beam and helping her maintain her balance with hardly a wobble. She pranced across the beam, pausing to lift her left leg high to the side, catching her foot in her hand and holding it above her head. She lowered her leg and sank into another full split, then pressed up to a handstand, her thick blonde hair cascading toward the floor in beautiful golden ringlets. Unlike the other girls, she let her hair down, didn't tie it up and bind it. Her free-flopping mane made her look that much sexier.
Lynn performed two walkovers, did an ass-wiggling walk across the beam, then sprang into her somersaulting dismount. The arena erupted with cheers, and Lynn pranced around, waving at the crowd, smiling and showing herself off. She returned to the floor to ham it up some more when the judges announced a 9.6 for the exercise.
"Our last competitor, Jessica Thompson, on the balance beam, ladies and gentlemen," said the announcer.
Matt unshouldered his camera at the announcement and looked expectantly down at Lynn's team bench. Lynn was speaking to the coach, who had his hand on her ass. As she broke away from the coach and headed for the team exit, she glanced up at Matt, her expression anxious. Matt felt anxiety himself, and began to tremble as he made his way down.
He left the gym quickly, going through the regular exit. He was sure nobody noticed his early departure. Everybody was too busy ogling Jessica Thompson on the beam.
His heart slamming, his guts in a turmoil, he ran down the school corridors, his video camera hugged under one arm, his recorder hanging from his hand. He prayed he wouldn't run into some janitor sweeping up who would tell him he was going the wrong way if he wanted to leave the school. After turning three corners, he descended two flights of steps and found himself in a dimly lit hallway in the basement. He reached the boys' locker room, then stood there trembling outside a locked door that led into another hallway. He held his breath as the door was opened from the other side.
Lynn stuck her head out. Her nose was wrinkled. "Daddy, I don't know about this."
Matt pushed his way into the hallway. "All clear in the locker room?"
"Well, yes, but I really don't think this is a good idea."
Matt had to agree. It was a stupid idea. But he was too excited to back down. He had to go through with it. His cock wouldn't let him run away.
"Let's go," he said, pushing Lynn up the narrow hallway. "Quick, baby. It'll be all right."
Lynn shook her head and shrugged, but she obeyed him, leading him on, her bare feet soundless on the concrete floor, his own footsteps echoing like hoof beats.
The locker room smelled a lot like another locker room he had been in, except for the faint aroma of cunt. He rubbed his prick as he inhaled the wonderful female fragrance. He shook so hard he almost dropped both camera and recorder.
Lynn shoved him into an office, the door of which bore three names: Miss Hudson. Miss Clark. Mrs. Ramsey.
"Lock the door, and don't come out until I tell you to," Lynn said shakily. "And don't turn on the light."
What do you take me for, a fool? Matt thought. But he was trembling too hard to say anything. He locked the door and stood there in the dark, fumbling for a desk and placing his equipment on it.
The coaches' office had two windows, one of them looking out on the locker room, the other one looking into the shower room. The window into the shower room was actually a mirror when looked at from the showers-it was according to Lynn, anyway. Matt decided not to get too close to either window. He didn't need to press his nose or his camera lens to the window to get a perfect view.
Lynn sat on a bench, slowly undressing. Suddenly there were giggles and shouts and the rest of her teammates came romping into the room. Jessica Thompson was dancing.
"I got a 9.5 on the beam," she said. "I got a big 9.5."
"Why'd you run out so early, Lynn?" one of the girls asked.
"Had to piss," Lynn said, grabbing a towel from her locker.
"Beat off is more like it," said another girl. "You keep showing it off like you've been doing, Lynn, baby, and we're gonna be raided one of these days."
"Or raped!" shouted another girl.
"Mn, sounds like fun," said Jessica. "Keep showing it off, Lynn."
There were whoops and shrieks at Jessica's remark, and the girls quickly undressed. Lynn headed for the showers, her big tits wobbling, and three girls followed her. Jessica and another girl were left at their lockers, and Jessica grabbed the girl.
"Quick, do me!" Jessica said. "I'm so horny."
"Will you do me next time?" the other girl asked.
"Of course," Jessica said. "Oh quick! I'm so hot!"
Jessica squatted slightly, spreading her pussylips with her fingers. The other girl dropped down on her knees and started licking, her pink tongue flicking up and down between Jessica's pink pussylips.
"Mmn," Jessica sighed, her eyes rolling, her tongue protruding slightly. "Get the clit. Oh yeah! Now shove it in there. Fuck me with your tongue."
The other girl munched loudly, slurping, sucking, fucking her tongue in and out of Jessica's drooling young pussy. Jessica wiggled her ass, rubbing her horny crotch in her teammate's face.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good! Oh, oh, oh!" Jessica was humping now, drooling fuck-slime into the other girl's mouth and onto her pert young tits.
"Eat me, baby, eat me, oh yes!"
The other girl sucked and chewed, licked and tongue-fucked. As she ate Jessica's steaming cunt, she slipped a finger up her own horny pussy and fingerfucked herself. Both girls moaned, wriggling, their tits bouncing, their loins humping.
Jessica shivered. "I'm coming, uh, oh, I'm coming!" She let out a long, shaky exhalation, her toes curling, her face contorting with pleasure.
The other girl fell away when Jessica's orgasm had ended. As Jessica grabbed a towel and headed for the showers, her teammate sat on the concrete floor, her legs spread, her finger fucking her cunt. Within seconds, she was gasping, her blue eyes rolling back to white slits, her spasming pussy sucking hard at her finger. A small puddle of pussyjuice formed under her crotch during her orgasm and, after she'd got up, she smeared it out with her foot so it wouldn't be so noticeable. Then she headed for the showers.
Matt was in pain. He wanted to beat off. He couldn't, though. He had to save his cum. At least he'd gotten Jessica and the other pretty girl on tape. He could beat off any old time now, watching the two luscious girls perform again and again on his TV screen.
He went to the shower room window and could hardly hold onto his camera. Six naked girls pampered themselves under the showers, soaping up their tits, rubbing their crotches. One girl was finger fucking herself shamelessly, her eyes closed as if she were all alone in the room.
"Look at Mimi go," said one of the girls. "Rub it good, honey."
Mimi's closed eyes didn't even flicker. She was too absorbed in her own pleasure.
A girl moved over under the shower with Lynn. The girl soaped up her finger and slipped it between Lynn's asscheeks. Lynn's eyes widened as the finger entered her asshole.
"Don't do that," Lynn said, although she didn't move. "Stop that."
"You love it," the girl said. "Don't pretend you don't." Her hand twisted and jerked as she fingerfucked Lynn's asshole.
Lynn glanced toward the mirror-window and shrugged slightly. Then she soaped up her own finger and slipped it up the other girl's asshole.
The other girl moaned. "Feels good. I can get off this way. How about you?"
"Mmmm," Lynn said. "Any day." She fucked her finger in and out of her teammate's asshole.
Both girls wiggled, their tits jiggling. The hot water washed down over their shiny bodies.
"A finger's all right," Lynn's companion said. "But I'd rather have a cock up the ass."
"You're telling me," said Lynn.
"You're so lucky," the other girl said. "Having a brother who likes to fuck ass so much."
"What?" Lynn said, half startled, half laughing.
"Oh, come on, baby! I bet he buggers you every chance he gets."
Lynn flushed redder. "He does not!"
"Oh, sure," the girl said. "Sure he doesn't. Mmm, whenever I think of Bobby's cock up my asshole I just about come. Like right now." Trembling, she rested her head on Lynn's shoulder and sighed heavily as the spasms gripped her.
Lynn pumped her finger in and out of the girl's spasming asshole, and suddenly she was shaking herself.
Matt zoomed in on the ecstatic faces of the two girls as they climaxed in unison, each girl fingerfucking the other girl's asshole. He zoomed in on their pistoning fingers, too.
Fifteen minutes later, after watching six girls pleasure themselves and each other in ways he had only imagined before, and after taping them doing it all, the dressing and one by one leaving the dressingroom for home, Matt received Lynn's all-clear signal and let himself out of the office.
She was blushing from head to toe, a beautiful sex-blush, and she looked good enough to eat. "I locked the outer door," she said. "We're all alone."
Matt kissed her. He moved down and sucked on her hard nipples. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, trying to undress him.
He pushed her away. "Sit down, angel. Let's take our time. This is a special occasion. Let's control ourselves."
Lynn straddled a bench, her legs spread wide. Her pussy was wide open and leaking her sweet young fuck juices.
Matt could see her inflamed fuckmeat throbbing between her thighs. He had to swallow repeatedly to keep from drooling all over himself. He undressed as she watched him. When his cock sprang out, she shivered, her eyes glued to his prick.
Matt wasn't quite sure what to do first. This had been one of his hottest fantasies-to get into a girls' locker room. Even as a young teenager, he'd jacked off imagining such a thing. Now, here he was. He could hardly stand it.
"Daddy, fuck my asshole," Lynn said suddenly. "Oh, Christ!"
Lynn started to get up on her hands and knees on the bench.
"No, not yet," Matt said, so excited he could hardly breathe. "Let me just soak up this atmosphere a little bit first." He watched his daughter sit back down in her puddle of pussy-slime.
He went to the lockers of the girl gymnasts, one by one. Opening each locker, he pulled out each girl's scanty gymnastics outfit-the material that had been molded like skin to each girl's luscious young body, to her tits, to her cunt-and he inhaled the fragrance of the material, smelling girl, pure girl. The crotches of the uniforms were moist, some of them wet. He rubbed the sweat and pussy juices of the girls on his face, sucked on the material, savoring the tart-sweet, slightly salty female flavors.
He couldn't believe he was actually doing this-sniffing and tasting the private clothing of six gorgeous teenaged girls, eating their cuntjuices, smelling the aromas of their asses and tits, of their incredibly smooth and soft young bodies. He could have shot off without touching his cock. He shoved his clothing back in the lockers, drunk on girl, drunk on lust.
"Daddy, please!" Lynn whined. "Please?"
She was up on her hands and knees on the bench, one hand behind her and spreading her asscheeks. Her moist, pinkish-brown asspucker twitched. The pussycream was dribbling down her thighs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lynn trembled so hard that the bench under her vibrated. The pussycream ran down her legs like hot sap. Her dad stood behind her, his legs straddling the bench. Reaching down, he rubbed his hand up and down the insides of her thighs, kneading her tingling flesh, smearing and catching her slimy fuck-juices.
"Oh, you delicious little girl!" he moaned, his prick pointing straight at the ceiling and quivering like an arrow.
She watched him rub her pussycream on his belly, on his nipples on his face. His eyes swam deliriously as he licked her warm juices off his fingers. He caught more of her fuck-fluids and rubbed them on his hugely swollen balls, all up and down his arm-thick, splitting-hard cock. His nostrils were flared wide open, like those of a snorting bull. He leaned over, deeply inhaling the aroma of her pussy and asshole.
"Oh God, Daddy, shove it in!" Lynn was so horny she hurt. Watching her daddy suck on her teammates' underthings, watching his cock getting bigger and harder by the second as he prowled around the locker room, had gotten her more and more turned on. There was something terribly exciting about seeing her dad naked with a hard-on, here in the girls' locker room. It was so naughty, so forbidden. She caught her breath as her dad smeared the hot pussycream up and down her asscrack, as he worked it into the crevices of her swollen asspucker.
He was going to bugger her, to fuck the shit out of her asshole. She was so excited, she felt like squealing loud. There were some days when she knew she would die if she didn't get a hot prick up her ass-and this was one of them. Rachel had sparked Lynn's need, had started a fire in her asshole that wouldn't be satisfied until she'd been fucked good by a hard prick.
Rachel, the slut, slipping that finger up her asshole and talking that way about Bobby. Rachel, fingerfucking her asshole while Daddy was watching from behind the mirror. How terribly embarrassing! But how exciting! Now her dad knew about how the girls carried on in the showers-knew about how she herself carried on with her teammates. She wondered what he thought. That she was a dirty little girl, probably-a filthy little slut.
Her dad bent his cock down and buried the swollen prick-knob between her asscheeks, pressing it hard against her pucker. Hot needles corkscrewed up her asshole. She wiggled her ass, pressing backward.
"Screw me, Daddy! Oh God, shove it in!"
His fingers, trembling violently, felt like vibrators as they dug into her asscheeks, spreading her asscheeks wide, getting a firm grip. It felt as if electricity was shooting from her dad's fucker and drilling straight up her asshole. His own fucklube greased her pucker, leaked down her crotch and between her pussylips.
For just a moment, before her dad's cock slipped into her asshole, Lynn imagined that Bobby was mounting her instead of her dad. She'd never fucked her brother, had never even considered doing something like that. But she was hearing more and more stories about him-from her teammates, from other, girls she knew-and they all claimed he knew how to fuck, and that he was partial to fucking ass. Well, maybe she and Bobby were more alike to -than she thought-because she was partial to getting her itchy asshole reamed out.
"Awwwww!" Her dad fucked every inch of his cock up her asshole. He leaned down on her back, wrapping his arms around her torso, hugging her.
She felt all his muscles working against her. She pressed up hard against him, rubbed her ass madly against his groin and abdomen. His cock felt like an arm up her asshole, a quivering, pulsating, burning arm. As he wiggled his hips, his cock worked circles inside her. Her eyes had turned back so far that she was looking up into her skull. She held her breath, sure she was going to lose her mind completely.
Her dad bit her neck, ripped at her neck hairs with his teeth, and the goose bumps and chills saturated the entire left side of her body.
She let out her breath, gasping, shivering.
"Oh, Daddy, I love you!"
"Oh, baby!" Her dad started to hump her.
Lynn gained control of herself, her breathing becoming more regular. She arched her back, sucked in her gut, closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of her father's prick fucking in and out of her asshole. He licked her back, his wet tongue slobbering all over her skin. She loved the sensation. Tiny electrical tingles penetrated her flesh wherever her dad's fat tongue lapped at it, but inside her asshole the tingles were a thousand times more intense. Her dad's cock plunged in and out, making obscene squishing sounds. Lynn's loins tightened and tightened and tightened.
"Daddy, oh Daddy!" Lynn braced herself, pushing up hard, arching her back and neck backward. She could feel the muscles alongside her spine tighten like swollen ropes.
Her dad straightened up, no longer bending over her. He dug his fingers in her asscheeks again, twisting and jerking on her ass as he plunged his cock in and out.
Lynn glanced over her shoulder, watching the muscles of her father's torso and arms stand out hard, and pumped. His belly muscles undulated as his hips worked. She watched his huge cock, frosted with her cuntcream and ass- juices, fuck in and out of her round little ass.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so turned on! Oh, Daddy, fuck me!"
"Yeeeaahhh! Mmm, yeahhhh!" Her dad gazed down, watching her ass wiggle, concentrating on his cock fucking in and out of her itchy little asshole. His eyes looked watery and red. Sweat ran and dripped from his face. He chewed his lips.
Lynn's eyes rolled. A wave of dizziness washed over her and she nearly toppled off the bench. Luckily, her dad was gripping her ass murderously tight. And his cock seemed permanently anchored in her ass. He held her up.
The fucking was rhythmic, her dad's belly smacking against her naked ass like a regularly clapping hand. Lynn panted to the hot rhythm of their fucking, her head snapped with each thrust delivered to her sucking bunghole, with each jolt of her dad's rock-hard belly against her ass.
It felt so good! She could hardly stand it. Her pussylips, swollen like slabs of raw liver, rubbed against each other, adding to the pleasure her dad's cock rubbed into the sensitive meat of her asshole. Pussyjuice continued to bubble from her cunt and dribble down the insides of her thighs. The air reeked with the smell of cunt and female ass. She watched her dad inhale the heady fumes, watched his eyes wobble drunkenly.
"You like my smell?" she cooed.
"Oh God, yes!"
"Then fuck me, Daddy, fuck me till I come!"
"Yeahhhh! Yeaahhhh!". Her dad fucked harder, his fingernails gouging her asscheeks, his prick ramming to the pit of her asshole.
She could feel the head throbbing in the heart of her guts. The cockshaft stretched her asshole wide, stretched her pucker-rings like rubberbands. The rippling of the veiny prickshaft against her pucker-rings and her asshole walls sent itchy fuck-sensations deep into her fuckmeat. Her asshole burned, zillions of hot needles torturing her.
"Oh, Daddy, ohhhh!" Her toes curled under. She was gasping. Getting close, so close.
"Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh!" Her father slammed into her, driving his cock like a steel spike, reaming her, ramming her, fucking her to ecstasy.
"I'm gonna come! Oh, Daddy, I'm gonna come!" Her asshole had tightened to near cramping. She could feel prickles even in the tips of her toes.
Her dad rammed in to the very hilt, his prickhead penetrating deeper than ever before, his prong flexing, shuddering, exploding. "Ahhhhhhh!"
Hot cum sizzled in her guts, splashing against the quivering fuckmeat deep in her young body. Spurt after spurt after spurt of the scalding fluid shot into her asshole, into her guts, and she went into spasms.
"Eeeeeh! Ohhhhh Goddddd, Daaaaddy!" Her eyes turned back in her skull and she nearly passed out. Her body shook violently, her asshole sucking, spasming, grinding in mad circles. "Shoot it, oh, Daddy, shoot it!"
Her dad fell on her back, hugging her squirming young body, fuck with short, quick thrusts as he poured his profuse load into her. He kissed her shoulders, nuzzled her neck through her wheat-colored ringlets. He grunted like a bull, spurting thick fluffy wads of cum up her shithole.
Lynn was still spasming when her dad loosened his embrace.
"Don't pull it out, Daddy, oh please don't! Keep sliding it in, keep fucking me! Make me come again, Daddy, oh please! Make me come again, oh please!"
Her dad caught her tits, filling his hot palms with their soft rubbery flesh. He pinched her nipples, nearly making her scream. His cock was sliding again, fucking her even as the last contractions of her orgasm gripped her itchy little asshole.
"Oh yes, Daddy, oh yes!" She didn't want to ever pull it out. Not ever. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me!"
CHAPTER SIX
Jill mashed the cigarette in the ashtray, disgusted with herself. She coughed twice, telling herself she was being an absolute ass. She had given up smoking five years ago-finally, after what had seemed like a thousand attempts. Now, after five years, she was at it again. Ten minutes ago, in a fit of impatience and frustration, she had run over to the neighbors and borrowed a pack, as if sucking in smoke could calm her down, could remedy her maddening emotions, could get Matt home any sooner.
She went to the sink and dumped the cigarettes out of the pack, shoving every last one of them down the garbage disposal. She turned on the water full blast, then the disposal, listening with sadistic satisfaction as the cigarettes were ground to garbage and washed away.
"There," she said. "Never again." Never again would she suck on those things.
She shoved the empty pack deep in the garbage container, hiding the evidence, then washed the ashtray and put it away.
Back in the living room, she looked at the grandfather clock, hoping now, of all things, that Matt would be even later in getting home. How would she explain the cigarette smell if he came home now?
By telling the truth, she thought, then shook her head, smiling sarcastically at herself. That would be the day!
The fact was, though, that she was going to have to open up soon to Matt or she was going to lose her mind. That was why she had called the hospital and told them she would be a few hours late for work. She had never done such a thing before. But this was an emergency situation.
She really had to talk with Matt, to find out what his trouble was in bed, to straighten things out. Things had gone too far, had gone too long unresolved.
"Good God!" she said, sitting on the couch and fingering the video cassette Marlene had given her. She hadn't dared even to watch it herself-how would she ever explain it to Matt?
Matt, I have a confession. You've left me so unsatisfied lately that I've had to go out on my own, looking for cock. Here's the evidence. That grunting teenager is named Steven, and that grunting slut underneath him is me. He shoots quarts. I haven't teased a drop of cum out of you in a month. Forgive me, for I just couldn't control myself. I'm cum-hungry, darling, cum-hungry. No, she could not tell him that.
She had the craving to smoke again. She'd been an absolute fool to even think of showing Matt such a thing. Now she was glad that he hadn't showed up from work, glad that he was two hours late. .She would never show him the tape. Never!
She jumped up off the couch and went to the VCR. She would erase the filthy tape. She would record some Other afternoon rerun over the disgusting scene of herself and Steve fucking. It wouldn't destroy the evidence completely-she was sure Marlene, with her elaborate video set-up, had gotten a record of the action on another machine, on another tape-but at least Jill wouldn't have a sample around this house to worry her.
She popped the cassette in the machine, watching the maching swallowing it. Then she turned on the TV. Any old show would do to cover up the evidence on the tape. She would flick the machine on and let it go while she dressed for work. She really had to get going. She couldn't leave them short-handed at the hospital much longer. She might lose her job.
At least she would see more of Matt and the kids then, she thought. Or would she? Did they ever come home anymore? She realized that Lynn had a gymnastics meet after school and that Matt had likely gone to watch her. But it was after six now. How long did those meets take? And where was Bobby?
The thought of Bobby unnerved her. Maybe it was better that he hadn't come home from school yet-with the way she was feeling today, she might do something foolish. She'd been unable to shake her mind free of what had happened at Marlene's--Steven fucking his own mother, Jill fucking Steven, a boy Bobby's age, Bobby's size. She kept thinking of Steve's fucking her, couldn't push the scene from her thoughts. And Steve's face kept transforming into Bobby's face. She couldn't help herself. She kept imagining herself fucking Bobby, fucking her own son!
"Oh shit!" she said, punching the record on the VCR. But the record light wouldn't go on. She tried again. No luck. She realized finally that Marlene had broken the plastic tabs off the cassette to prevent accidental erasure. She would have to put the tape over the tab holes if she wanted to record.
She ran to the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulling out screwdrivers, old pencils, matches, a wadded kleenex, and two dozen other articles of junk before she realized there wasn't a tape of any kind in the drawer.
"Crap!" She went to Matt's workbench in the garage. Not a blessed scrap of tape.
She began to think somebody had intentionally destroyed every fool piece of tape in the house.
There was one last hope. Matt's dresser drawer. She hated the thought of even opening the drawer, knowing that it hadn't been cleaned out since they'd moved into this house.
One look in the drawer and she moaned. If there was a roll of tape in that mess of junk it was likely useless, cracked and yellowed with age, as sticky as paper. She began to rummage any way, finding no tape, but discovering a keyring with attached brass key.
"Well, here it is!" she said. The key for the small safe they kept in the closet. She'd been wanting to get into that safe for months, but Matt had lost the key. He'd claimed it would turn up somewhere, sometime, had said not to worry, that there was nothing important in the safe anyway except birth certificates and their marriage certificate. If they ever needed those things, they could get a locksmith or blow the fucking safe open. Jill had wanted to get into the safe to clean it out, and it had been nagging her ever since she'd realized that the key for the safe had been lost.
She was elated. She went to the closet immediately. She wouldn't have time to sort the contents out now, but she at least wanted the satisfaction of knowing she'd found the right key and that she at last had access to the blasted safe. She switched on the overhead light and squatted. The safe sat on the floor under the hanging clothes, half-buried in shoes. She inserted the key and the door, opened a crack. Then she pushed shoes out of the way and opened the door all the way.
Video cassette tapes rattled out onto the floor.
"What the--" More tapes fell out of the safe. The steel box was crammed with video tapes.
Jill stared at the tapes. They were numbered, from one to fourteen. Now why in the hell would Mack lock up tapes? She couldn't even guess, but she was going to find out. She picked up tape number one and tape number ten, and she headed downstairs. Work would have to wait just a little longer. She wouldn't be able to do a decent job anyway, with thoughts of these tapes nagging her.
In the living room, she ejected Marlene's tape from the VCR and inserted tape number one from the safe. She started the machine.
Lynn came on the screen. Lynn in her gymnastics outfit, standing on a balance beam. It was a gymnastics meet. Lynn looked younger, maybe a year or two younger than she was now.
Jill sat down, fascinated. Is this what these tapes were? Tapes of Lynn performing at meets? Well, maybe now Jill could see some of the meets she'd missed. That Matt, though.
Why had he locked the tapes up? Crazy man.
Lynn sank into a full split on the beam. Whistles from the crowd, wolfish whistles and hoots from the boys in the audience.
Jill smirked. Men, she thought.
Well, she could watch these tapes tomorrow. She had to get to work now. As much as she hated to, she would simply destroy the tape Marlene had given her. She couldn't waste any more time with it. Video tapes weren't that expensive any more anyway.
She got up from the couch, but stopped before she moved toward the VCR. Matt, or whoever had made this tape, was zooming in on parts of Lynn's body. On Lynn's face-so close the freckles on her nose were visible. On Lynn's pointed toes. Now on Lynn's tits. The nipples stood out under the material of the uniform. Then the eye of the camera moved down. Jill's mouth dropped as she stared at a close shot of her young daughter's crotch, the material of the girl's uniform pulled up tight between her cuntlips, the material all wet!
Jill stared at the droplets of moisture dribbling from beneath the material, at the pussy-juice beading on the polished wood Of the balance beam. A few cunthairs curled out around the edges of the uniform crotch-golden cunthairs. And Lynn's crotch appeared to pulsate, her pussylips, so clearly outlined under the gaglike material, seeming to suck.
Jill's heart was pounding hard. As she watched, she was becoming almost breathless.
That Matt! How could he! She had never imagined he had desires such as these tapes hinted at.
She moved to the VCR and pushed the fast-forward scan button. Other girls, other young gymnasts appeared. Jill saw close-ups, dozens of them, of the girls' toes, of their nipples, of their cunts as they performed splits. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
I've never known my own husband, she thought. I've never really known him.
She popped tape number one out, shoved in tape number ten. Holding her breath, she pushed the play button. The tape had been only half rewound. The action picked up somewhere in the middle.
There lay Lynn, on her bed, not a stitch on her teenaged body. Lynn looked older now, looked about as old as she did today. Her eyes looked glassy, rolling with lust as she writhed on the pink bedspread, her legs wide, her finger pumping out of her juicy young pussy. As she fingerfucked herself, jacked herself off, she spread her legs wider and wider, until she was performing a full split on the bed. The camera zoomed in on her finger fucking in and out of her cunt. Slick juices were leaking out of the young girl.
"Mmmm, feels so good!" Lynn moaned, slowly grinding her finger inside her cunt. Her tongue protruded between her lips like a fat clit, moving back and forth like a prickhead being rubbed between pussylips.
Lynn reached up with her free hand and massaged her tits, squeezing them, caressing them, pinching and pulling on her nipples. As she pleasured herself, her toes curled under and pussycream bubbled out of her cunt like spit.
"Oooooh!" Lynn cooed. "This feels so fucking good!"
"Do you like to rub your pussy?" asked the voice behind the camera.
It was Matt. If Jill had doubted, even for a moment, that anybody but her own husband was behind these tapes, she could no longer doubt it now.
"Jesus Christ!" Jill breathed, feeling faint. She eased herself back down on the couch, her eyes glued to the TV screen.
"Mmmmm," Lynn said, gazing seductively into the camera lens. "Yesss. I love to rub my pussy, Daddy."
Jill winced. It was as if she'd received a blow to the guts-hearing Lynn speak like that to her own father. The girl was a slut, as much if not more of a slut as those women on the porn tapes Jill so often watched. Her own daughter! Christ! Jill hadn't been shocked watching porn in years. But that was her own daughter on the screen now, carrying on like some insatiable nympho.
It really was hard to accept the idea that what she was watching was real. Not a dream, not a hallucination, but real!
"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" said Matt. His words were juicy. He was drooling. And his breathing was audible, like the breathing of an obscene caller on the phone.
Lynn craned her head forward, simultaneously lifting one tit so she could deliver a smacking suck to her nipple. Her tongue flicked over her swollen, purplish tit-bud. "Oooooh, I'm such a dirty little girl," she purred.
"Why?" Matt said. "Why are you such a dirty little girl?"
" 'Cause it feels so good," Lynn said with a sigh as she fell back on her pillow. " 'Cause it makes my pussy feel so hot and itchy and good-feeling. Mmmmmnnn!" Her finger twirled inside her sucking young crotch.
"Come," Matt panted. "Make yourself come."
"Mmmmm, yes!" Lynn pistoned her finger, fucking furiously in and out.
Matt zoomed in on the fucking finger. Lynn's wide-open cunt gleamed, her pussylips splayed apart, the clit visible and quivering, the fuckmeat pink-red, inflamed, drenched with slick pussycream. The cunt pulsed like a heart, sucking Lynn's finger deep inside with each contraction.
Lynn panted faster. She squirmed, her tits rising and falling with her heaving rib cage. Matt had her entire body framed on the screen now. Her eyes rolled wildly under half-closed lids. Her ass bounced as she humped upward to meet the thrusts of her fucking finger.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeahhhh!" Matt growled, as if he were mounted on Lyn and fucking her himself. "Come, you little bitch! Come!"
Lynn arched her back, shoving her slim waist high. Her mouth gaped and her eye-slits showed only white. Her features contorted as if she were being lashed. She started to shake all over. She jerked, out of control as her orgasm swept through her.
The camera, shaking in Matt's hands, zoomed in on Lynn's exploding cunt. Pussy-juice squirted out around her fucking finger, spraying onto her hand.
Just like me, Jill thought. Just like I used to do.
The girl's orgasm lasted at least ten seconds, during which she writhed in ecstasy, muttering and moaning and grunting her pleasure. After Lynn had fingerfucked the itch out of her pussy, she forced herself up, crawling shakily across the bed toward the camera. As she approached the edge of the bed, the camera turned down to catch her gazing straight up into it. She appeared exhausted, but not too exhausted to begin nuzzling and licking the huge dripping cock that throbbed in front of her.
Jill stared in absolute shock. That was Matt's cock. She'd know his prick from any angle. Matt's big uncut cock, the one she'd sucked on and fucked so many times herself these last years, the prong she'd brought to thousands of orgasms, the prong that had brought her at least three times that many orgasms. And there it stood, flexing and quivering as Lynn's wet young tongue lapped the fucklube off.
"Peel back the skin," Matt growled. "Clean off the head."
The camera wouldn't stop shaking, but it remained focused enough for Jill to watch her daughter peel back her husband's thick foreskin and suck on the wet purple knob-flesh.
"Mmmmm, mmmm!" Lynn nibbled all over and around Matt's prickhead, smooching, sucking, flicking her tongue. As she teased the end of her dad's cock with her lips and tongue, she jerked her slender-fingered hands up and down his prickshaft, working the loose skin over the rock-hard meat underneath. One hand moved down and tickled Matt's huge brown balls, scratching them lightly, massaging them.
"Eat it!" Matt panted. "Suck it off! Quick!"
Lynn giggled as she opened her mouth wide and swallowed her dad's prickhead. Her lips stretched thinly as they encircled the thick cockshaft, sliding down as she took more and more cock into her mouth, into her throat. Her wet lips slid up and down the veiny prickshaft. As she bobbed her head, her golden hair fell forward and his her face. One of Matt's hands appeared and pushed her hair back so it wouldn't obstruct the camera's view of Lynn's prick-sucking.
"Mmmm, suck that thing!" Matt moaned. "Use that pretty tongue. Oh yeah! Make me come!"
Lynn sucked loudly, growling deep in her throat like a cat. Her lips slid from Matt's prickhead to within inches of his hairy groin, then back up again. Matt's bone-hard cock-shaft gleamed with her spit. His prick-veins looked like they would explode. Lynn took his balls in her two hands, and caressing them, squeezing them, juggling them playfully.
"Baby, get ready! Baby, it's gonna come!"
"Mmmmm!" Lynn cooed, sucking, slurping, her lips slipping up and down her dad's cock. "Mmmmmm, mmmmm!"
"Oh Christ, take it!" Matt's hands shook violently as his orgasm overwhelmed him, and the picture became a blur for a few seconds. "On your face, baby, on your face!"
Matt managed to steady his hands somewhat, and Jill leaned forward, watching in disbelief as Matt shot his cum all over Lynn's face and into her gaping mouth.
Lynn's blue eyes focused on her father's wide-open cum hole as thick white strands and gobs exploded from his cock again and again. Her tongue was extended, catching some of the fluffy wads. Some squirts shot straight down her waiting throat. Cum hung from her nose and cheeks like frosting. She pumped her hands up and down her dad's spit-greased cock until the cum was only oozing out, until the prick flesh began to soften. Then she wrapped her lips around the head again, sucking the big cock down her throat and draining his prick dry.
Matt's hand moved down, smearing his cum all over his daughter's face.
Jill couldn't watch anymore. She jumped up and lunged for the VCR before it revealed anymore lurid secrets. She stabbed the stop button, then eject. The cassette felt warm in her hand, sticky even, as if some of Matt's cum had escaped its magnetically held image and was leaking from the plastic cassette.
She switched off the TV, grabbed Matt's tapes and her own, and raced upstairs. In the bedroom, she stashed Matt's tapes back in the safe and shoved her own tape in her purse. Then she undressed, fumblingly.
Pussycream was dribbling out of her cunt like hot glue. She needed a shower. She would probably have to stuff a tampon up her pussy to stop the hot flow. Her pussy-slabs were swollen up. What she really needed was to fingerfuck herself, but she wouldn't do that. She couldn't accept that she had been turned on by watching Lynn suck off Matt.
She needed to think, needed time to think over what she'd just watched, to think over what was happening, with herself, with her family.
She stood naked under a steaming shower, her mind whirling and hissing like the water gushing from the shower head. She couldn't think. Not at all. The image of Lynn jacking off Matt all over her face flashed into Jill's mind like a maddening beacon. She turned the shower gradually cooler. Her nipples and cherry bumps stood erect and hard. She gasped under the ever-colder water, stood under it until she was shaking and couldn't stand another second.
She dried herself quickly, almost frantically. She had to get out of this house, had to get to work. She removed her shower cap and shook down her thick blonde hair, running a brush through it, watching the ringlets fall into place. She stuffed a tampon up her leaking pussy, but put a maxipad in her panties for added protection, dressing in record time.
She grabbed her purse and ran down the steps, her mind as turbulent as cracking surf. She tried to forget Lynn and Matt, and she was gradually succeeding. She was now able to visualize her floor at the hospital between snatches of Lynn sucking Matt's cock. That's where she was going-to the hospital, to work. That was where she would calm down, that's where she could begin to sort things out.
She ran down the hallway and barged into the kitchen and nearly made it out the back door before she stopped, as if in a freeze-frame on a videotape.
Bobby stood at the kitchen table, his huge cock sticking out of his jeans like a club, his hand on it as he greased it up with soft butter. His bookbag lay on the table beside the butter dish. The refrigerator door was wide open. He was sniffing a pair of girl's pink panties. He stared at Jill as if she were a horror-movie monster.
"You're home?" he muttered.
Jill stared back, unable to utter a sound. Then something clicked inside her and she broke out of freeze-frame and into fast-forward. Seconds later, leaving the kitchen door wide-open behind her, she found herself starting her car with a roar. As she squealed out of the driveway and down the street, she remembered the way Matt had squealed the tires as he'd left for work this morning-as if that was where he had been going.
What's this family coming to? she asked herself as she screeched to a halt at a red light five blocks down. And, as she waited for the light to change, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the throbbing in her cunt, she envisioned Bobby's big teenage cock, hard and dripping.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Work solved nothing. By the time eleven o'clock came around, Jill felt no calmer, no less confused than when she'd fled the house four hours ago. Her cunt throbbed as if her heart had moved down between her legs. Her mind spun in dizzying circles, making thought almost impossible. Images of Lynn sucking Matt's cock, of Bobby greasing up his cock with soft butter forced themselves into her mind like demons. She'd walked the hospital floors in a daze all evening. Aides, nurses, even patients for godsake, had asked her if she was all right. She appeared flushed and feverish, they all said-unsteady on her feet, ill. Irritated by all the nosy concern for her welfare, she tore out of the hospital parking lot at eleven and headed for a bar.
Snappy's, a singles club, was crammed. The smoke looked like a heavy fog. After two drinks, during which she turned down three propositions from men who could obviously sense her sexual heat, who could probably smell her, she pushed her way out of the club and headed for home. She considered parking the car somewhere and taking a long, long walk-maybe an all-night walk-but chickened out. This town wasn't New York City, but it still wasn't wise for a woman to be out on the streets alone at night.
Even to a woman fit to be raped? she thought, smiling sardonically at herself in the mirror. Maybe that was exactly what she needed right now-a good rape. Maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to turn down those men at the club. Maybe she should have taken all three of them on. Maybe she should have flopped down on a table at the club, hiking up her white skirt, spreading her legs, and letting every horny stud at the club fuck her.
Snapping out of her fantasy, she swung into the driveway. She dreaded going into that house. But it was where she lived. She realized, as she picked up her purse and locked the car door, that Marlene's videotape was still in her purse. She'd forgotten it completely, hadn't gotten around to destroying and discarding it. Well, to hell with it now.
Sleep was impossible. Lying naked in bed, her back turned to her sleeping husband, she crossed her arms over her swollen tits and squeezed her legs together tight. Cuntjuice oozed continually from her pussy like sap from the crotch of a tapped maple tree. The hot fluid dribbled down her flesh and wet the sheet. By the time the digital clock on the bedside table glowed 6:30 in glaring red numerals, the sheet under her was drenched, as if she'd pissed in bed.
She might have slept sometime during the night, but she wasn't conscious of it if she had. It seemed as if she had lain awake all night, tense and unmoving, her eyes sometimes closed, sometimes staring at the red numerals of the digital clock as it counted off the minutes, the hours. And all night long her pussy had pulsed. All night long, despite her struggle not to think about fucking anymore, to forget sex for just a little while. The vision of her son's cock, greased with butter, fucked its way into her mind again and again. And Lynn's face appeared too, appeared repeatedly, her lips stretched around Matt's cock, her nose and cheeks dripping with Matt's cum.
Jill started slightly at a creaking noise from the hallway, then listened hard to detect footfalls on the stairs. Lynn was sneaking out of the house, as she did every morning at this time.
Matt rolled over, waking up, as if Lynn's footfalls on the stairs were an alarm clock. He stretched, yawning. After several seconds, he said, "You awake?"
Jill didn't feel like answering. She closed her eyes and decided to act asleep.
Matt moved over, his hand on her hip. He pressed up against her, his cock hot on her ass. "You awake, baby?"
Jill thought she would lose her mind, feeling Matt's hard cock against her. She was angry with him, angry with his deceptions and games-but the feel of his hard prick throbbing against her ass was destroying her defenses.
"Christ!" Matt whispered, rubbing his hand down her asscrack, between her legs, massaging her fuck-juices into her flesh. "Shit, you're juicy!"
Jill clamped her legs together, held herself stiff, tried to control her breathing. Her heart was slamming, and the fuck-itch between her legs was driving her nuts.
Matt licked her shoulders, nuzzled and nibbled her neck. His hands came around, pushing under her crossed arms to play with her tits, to pinch and roll her hard, rubbery nipples.
Jill shook, but she wouldn't move, wouldn't give in. "Matt," she mumbled. "Let me sleep."
"I want your ass," he said, sounding truly excited. "Baby, you're hot. Oh, man, I want you!"
"I'm tired," Jill growled. "Go away."
Matt shoved his prick between her legs. She was so slick that his cock slid easily between her clamped thighs, as if he'd greased his prick with butter.
"Mmmmm, you juicy bitch!" he breathed, fucking her between the thighs, his long prick sliding against her hot swollen cunt. "I wanna fuck you, baby, I wanna fuck you."
Go fuck Lynn, Jill thought. Go fuck one of those teenage bitches you're so crazy about. What do you want with an old bag like me? She thought these things, but she couldn't say them. She couldn't say anything. All she could do was to lie there, shaking and helpless as her husband enjoyed her naked body.
Matt humped as if he were fucking her cunt. His prick slipped back and forth between her greased thighs. His belly smacked against her ass. He held her tight, his hands all over her tits.
She couldn't stand it anymore. She wiggled her ass and moaned softly. Fuck me, she thought. Oh God, fuck me! She leaned forward more, turning up her ass, giving Matt a better shot at whatever fuckhole he wanted to fuck with his slippery cock.
"What a bitch!" he mumbled. "Christ, the sheet's all wet! What an ass!" Reaching down to guide his cock, he easily slipped its swollen knob into her cunt. The rest of his cock followed like a snake entering its den.
"Ahhhhh!" he moaned, rubbing his belly on her bare ass, churning his cock inside her. He was buried in her cunt to the hilt. He embraced her and started to fuck.
Jill panted, her mind a blur, odd feelings saturating her loins, her entire body. She felt as if Matt's cock were an electrified probe plugged deep in her body. Her cunt gripped his cock murderously tight, sucking and nearly skinning his prick.
"Oh yeahhhh!" Matt fucked with concentration, breathing heavily. His hands moved down and gripped her ass. He fucked faster, his abdomen slamming against her ass.
This is all I want, Jill thought. All I'll ever want. Oh yes, this is all I want. Why do I let things bother me? Who cares about anything else but this feeling? She moaned, wanting Matt to fuck her forever. She'd forgiven him-completely.
"Oh Jesus Christ!" Matt's hands shook. His cock shuddered inside her, flexing powerfully.
Not again! Jill thought. No more games-please!
"Ohhhhh shit!" He exploded into her, his hot milky spurts drilling the mouth of her womb, filling her cunt, thrilling her.
"Oh, Matt!" she grunted. "Shoot it, oh God, shoot it!"
Matt shook violently, whimpering like a baby as he fucked his load into her.
Jill wiggled her ass, grinding against his belly, churning her tightly clenched cunt on his cock. She gasped as the hot spurts drilled her.
"Oh yes!" she cooed. "Oh honey, yes!"
Matt's cock at last began to soften. "I lost it," he said. "You made me lose it."
"Don't pull it out!" Jill said. "Not yet. I didn't come."
Matt's cock slipped out of her even as she spoke.
"Sorry," he said. "But I'm soft."
"I'll get it hard again," Jill said, rolling toward him, but he was already getting up.
"No time, baby. Gotta get to work. Really, I do. Sorry, but you were so fucking tight I couldn't hold it."
She watched him walk off to the bathroom, and she crossed her arms. "Bastard!" she said.
Well, he'd finally given her his load, but he was leaving her more unsatisfied than ever now. He had never done that before-left her all worked up.
She kicked the top-sheet off herself, spread her legs, and lay there with her eyes closed and her cunt leaking. If the man had any concern for her at all, he'd at least suck her cunt when he returned from the bathroom.
He didn't. She didn't even think he looked at her when he returned. He was too much in a hurry. He dressed in what seemed like seconds, then slipped out of the room. Then he was down the steps and squealing off in his car.
"Have a good day, asshole," Jill muttered. She reached between her legs and began to play with herself. She was going to lie here all day and jack off, do nothing but jack off until her nerves short-circuited and she went up in a puff of smoke. Poof! No more worries, no more frustrations.
She slipped two fingers up her cunt, fucking them in and out, rubbing her clit, rubbing the most sensitive spot inside her cunthole. She could come easily, if she wanted to. Did she want to come right away? Her thoughts moved like syrup. She dozed off.
She awoke to the sound of water running. Looking at the clock, she saw that she'd only slept a few minutes. Her fingers were still in her cunt.
The water shut off. There were a few moments of silence, then the sound of piss streaming into the toilet.
Bobby, she thought, and she moved like a robot.
Her body moved down the hall and toward the bathroom door, open only a crack. Her body moved, but her mind was all static, all turbulent surf. She didn't think, just moved.
She pushed the door open and saw her son pissing, his cock eight inches long, swollen, drooping, only half hard. He had huge swollen balls and a straight, lean body. He looked at her as if he were seeing a ghost. Before he could react, she fell on her knees beside him, reaching for his pissing cock. As her hand wrapped around his prick, she could feel the piss zinging through its core. As the piss stream stopped, she squeezed, milking the boy's piss tube.
Bobby swung toward her, and she swallowed his cockhead, sucking out the last warm drops of his piss. As she munched on the fat prick heat, the boy's cock swelled even more and stiffened like bone.
"I don't believe this," Bobby said. He gasped as she swallowed his rigid cock to within an inch of his groin.
She reached up and around, caressing his ass, his lower back. Her head bobbed slowly, her tongue and lips sliding over the boy's veiny prickshaft. She licked the back of the cockhead and tasted her son's fucklube as his pisshole gaped and his sappy fuck fluid bubbled out.
He reached down, his fingers fumbling in her hair, his hands shaking. "Oh Mom, what are you doing? Oh Christ!"
His cock tasted sweaty, musky. Jill drooled, giving the boy a juicy blow job, a slurping, munching, tongue-flapping blowjob. His balls rolled in their brown sac. His prick throbbed powerfully, quivering between her sliding lips.
"Oh suck it!" he breathed. "Suck it!"
His toes curled against her knees, his toenails digging in, but Jill didn't care. All she cared about right now was sucking her son's cock, savoring the taste, the feel of the big horny fuck-slab. His cockhead sank into her throat, choking her momentarily, but she took it all. Her throat relaxed and she found her nose buried in her son's pubic hair, her lips sucking the very base of Bobby's prick.
"Deep throat," Bobby whispered. "Mmmm, you're good at it. Ooooh, suck that thing!"
She bobbed her head, wiggling her tongue at the sensitive underside of the boy's prickhead. Her spit ran down his cockshaft, dribbled off his hairy balls. She caressed his thighs, his abdomen, thrilling to the feel of her fingers rippling over his cleanly defined abdominal segments. The boy gasped as she drew her silky fingers down his skin. His prick flexed repeatedly in her mouth.
She released his cock before he shot off, and he groaned. She pushed his throbbing, spit-dripping cock up against his belly, massaging it as she nuzzled and licked and sucked his balls. His balls had that musky scent of a teenager's sweaty jockstrap, and she couldn't get enough. She buried her nose under the heavy balls, sucking the flesh there. The boy's prick, trapped against his belly, pulsated rhythmically, oozing fucklube that ran down over her fingers. She came back up for air, licking her fingers clean, licking the sticky, slippery sap off her son's cock.
"I wanna come," Bobby said. "I'm getting blue balls."
Jill smiled. Her mind was clearing, no longer a mad whirl now. She was acting freely now, acting with a clear head. She knew what she wanted, and she was taking it. She felt the satisfaction of being in control. This boy, this stud, this son of hers was under her control now, was within her power. She was going to enjoy him, was going to tease him. She would let him come, but only when she was ready.
"Turn around, Mr. Blue Balls. I wanna see that cute ass of yours."
Bobby gave her a look of pure disbelief, then made a shaky turn.
"Keep your hands off that cock, too, Mr. Butter fingers."
Bobby let out a self-conscious chuckle. "Sorry about that."
"All these years I've been trying to catch whoever was putting fingerprints in the butter. Well, now I know. But I never dreamed what that snitched butter was being used for."
"Sorry," Bobby said again.
"Shut up and hold still," Jill said. "You're wiggling like you've got ants up your ass. And keep your hands off that prick. Now bend over a little."
"Yes, Mother." The boy was losing his nervousness.
Jill spread the boy's asscheeks, which were tight and rubbery, and started to lick his sweaty asscrack. His brownish asspucker kissed her tongue like hot lips as she lapped across it. Jill probed the musky-tasting pucker with her tonguetip.
"Oh Christ, nobody's ever done that to me before. Feels wild."
Jill twisted her tongue, working it up inside the boy's tight asshole.
He breathed excitedly as she pistoned and screwed her tongue inside him, wiggling his ass in circles. When his arm began to jerk, she slipped her tongue out.
"Don't stop," he said.
She slapped him on the ass, a good crack.
"Ouch!"
"I told you not to jerk your cock, little boy. I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"You could finish blowing me," he said.
"Why should I?" she said. "Always disobeying. Fingers in the butter. Putting cum stains in your underwear and on your sheets for the last five years."
"Because you want to," he said, turning around. "Because your mouth is watering to suck some more of this big dick, and you know it, Mom." He was smirking. He rubbed his prick all over her face.
"Oh Bobby!" she sighed, her face swelling with heat. "Let me suck that big thing!"
He shoved his cock into her open mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" She let his prick slip down her throat. Her lips a tight ring around his prickshaft, her tongue as wet and spongy as swollen cuntlips against the underside of the boy's prick. She bobbed her head.
no Bobby's eyes rolled. His fingers curled around his hipbones as he rocked his loins, his abdominal muscles dancing.
"Mmmm, Mom, suck me off!"
Jill moved her head up and down, her chin rubbing her son's swollen ball-sac as she took all of his cock's eight inches into her mouth and throat, her lips wrapped around the edges of his prickhead as she pulled back. She concentrated on the head and on the sensitive skin just below, sucking and tonguing, drooling all over.
"Oh, ohhh, ohhh!" Bobby moaned, his prick squirming, flexing, quivering. "That drives me nuts!"
Jill went down all the way, keeping her lips in a tight ring, keeping her spongy tongue pressed firmly to the underside of the boy's cock.
"Oh, Jesus! You're so damn good at it!" Bobby turned his eyes up, showing only the whites. "Mmmm, yeah, suck that dick!"
Jill kept her lips tight, kept her fat tongue wet and churning. Her head bobbed. Her fingers toyed with Bobby's balls.
Make your mouth like a cunt, she told herself, like a cunt with a tongue. That's the way to suck a cock. Make your mouth like a cunt.
"Oh, Mom, you're driving me out of my mind!" the boy moaned. He tossed his head from side to side, rolled his eyes, wiggled his ass and fucked his cock into his mother's mouth with quick, short thrusts.
Jill jerked her head faster. Her tongue churned, torturing the underside of the boy's flaring prickhead. She squeezed his balls, feeling them contract.
"Ohhhhhh, Mommmmm!" Bobby shot off in her mouth, spurted cum against her tonsils. "Take it, oh fuck!"
Jill cooed, hardly able to swallow fast enough. She sucked gently, teasing spurt after spurt of hot cum down her throat, thrilling to the feel of her son's cock flexing and quivering in her mouth.
Bobby rose up and down on his toes, wobbling deliriously. Jill caught him, hugging his loins, burying her nose in his groin hair. His cock fucked deep into her throat, spurting cum straight down her gullet. She felt his spit-greased balls contracting against her chin.
"Shit!" Bobby said, pulling out finally. He reached back and knocked down the toilet seat so he could collapse onto it. He slumped there, panting, looking exhausted.
Jill watched him, wiping her lips. His prick hung over the edge of the toilet seat like a salami.
"Come on," she said, reaching for his hand. "Now it's your turn to do some work. I wanna see just what kind of stud I've got for a son."
"Gimme a minute, huh? I'm all wore out." He sat there with his eyes closed.
Oh no! Jill thought. You're not going to pull what Matt pulled on me this morning.
She reached between her legs, catching cunt-slime. Grabbing his cock, she massaged the hot fuck fluid all over his prickshaft. The boy's cock inflated instantly, standing up stiffly against his abdomen. She reached up, rubbing some of her fuck-juices on Bobby's lips, on his nostrils.
"Oh Christ!" he said, his eyes glassy as he opened them. "Let me at that pussy! I'm gonna fuck it!"
Jill ran from the room, giggling like a schoolgirl as Bobby chased after her. She headed for Bobby's room. She wanted to be fucked on his bed. On her son's bed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sun was just rising, sending a pinkish glow into Bobby's room through two windows. Jill lay on the unmade bed, her legs pulled up as she held them behind the knees. She was showing her son her crotch, her ass, waving them in his face. The fuckjuice leaked from her cunt, running in a slimy trickle down her asscrack, dripping onto Bobby's cum-stained bed sheet.
Bobby stood on the floor at the foot of the bed, his rampant cock in his hand, his eyes trained on Jill's throbbing crotch. "It's so juicy. I never saw one that juicy." His lips worked and he swallowed.
"Want a taste?" Jill said.
The boy didn't answer, just dropped his hands onto the mattress as he leaned forward and studied her cunt so close that she could feel his breaths. His nostrils flared wide open as he inhaled her female scent. His prick throbbed against his abdomen, fucklube dripping from the tip of it.
"Lick it," she said. "Lick mommy's snatch."
The boy's tongue slithered along her hairy cunt-slabs. He smacked his lips, growling, panting.
"Oh, baby, lick it!" Jill dug her fingers into her cuntlips and tugged them apart, opening herself up completely.
"Oh, man!" Bobby shoved his tongue and nose smack into her crotch, drilling his tongue into her pussy. "Mmmmn, mmmm!" He sucked, munched, tasting her cunt, eating her fuck-juices.
Tingles flooded Jill's cunt, and her pussy contracted, spurting fuckjuice into the boy's mouth.
"Christ," he said, pulling away and wiping his mouth, "it squirts! It fucking squirts!"
Jill was shaking. "Keep licking, baby. Lick me all over."
The boy's tongue flicked at her flesh between her cunt and asscrack. He pressed his lips there and sucked, tasting her taint. He used his own hands to spread her asscheeks, then gave her asscrack a tongue bath from one end to the other. He toyed gingerly with her pucker, his tonguetip probing its crevices.
"Go on," she said. "Shove it in."
"Never did nothing like that before."
"Please, baby, lick out Mommy's asshole."
"Shit!" Bobby forced his tongue in, buried it three inches up her asshole.
"Mmmmmn, screw it!" Jill felt electricity flowing up her ass. The boy's tongue twisted, worked its way in even deeper, licking her out, cleaning out her asshole. As he ate ass, he slipped a thick middle finger up her cunt, pumping it in and out of the hot sucking hole.
Jill's toes curled. She saw stars. "Oh yes, oh God yes!"
The boy fucked her with his tongue and his finger, sending itchy thrills up her asshole and pussy simultaneously. He growled as he ate her, sucking on her pucker, wriggling his tongue inside her shithole. His finger pistoned, squishing obscenely in her pussy.
"Oh, honey! Oh, my baby, oh yesssss!" Jill exploded with spasms. Hot needles tortured her cunt and asshole. She bucked her ass up and down.
Bobby slipped his tongue out of her asshole, lapped up her hot juices as they ran out of her contracting cunt. When her cunt stopped chewing his finger, he pulled it out, sucked it off. His chin dripped cuntjuice. Streams of the clear fluid were glued to his neck, to his chest.
He straightened up, gazing at her with pure lust. His prick pointed straight at the ceiling. He rubbed his hands on her slimy cunt and transferred the slick fuck fluid to his cock, making the rigid fuckpole gleam as if his prick had been dipped in baby oil. He rubbed more pussyjuice on his balls, on his belly. He looked like a gladiator oiling up for combat.
He took several deep breaths, blowing them out powerfully, shook his head as if trying to clear it. Jill dug her fingers in and spread her pussy so wide her cunt-slabs almost tore.
"Slip it in me," she whispered, unable to take her eyes off his massive, vein-bulging fucktool. "Quick, before I go crazy!"
The boy mounted the bed. Kneeling in front of her, he bent his rigid cock down, pasting the underside to her open crotch. He rubbed his fuckmeat against hers until they both moaned as if in pain.
"Don't torture me like this, Bobby. Fuck me! Please!"
"Yeah, I'll fuck you," he said. "I'll fuck you, all right!" Shoving his shoulders up under her knees so her lower legs would be draped over his shoulders, he bridged himself over her as he bent his cock down, twisting his prick against her open pussy.
She held her cuntlips wide, held her breath, swallowed. She was shaking so hard she feared she would pass out.
"Oh, Bobby, come on!"
The boy let all his weight down on her. His prick sank into her cunt like an arm plunged into a tub of soft butter. As they coupled, they both groaned in ecstasy.
Jill's hands went around her son's back, caressing his lower back, his spine, his ass. He crushed her, pinning her knees to her shoulders, her thighs to her tits. She lay there helplessly, her cunt stuffed with her son's prick, her mouth slack as Bobby's wet tongue entered and slipped down her throat. She sucked on his tongue as if it were a cock. Her cunt tightened, its walls undulating spontaneously inside, squeezing, sucking, massaging her son's thick cock.
Their noses pressed together. They stared into each other's lust-glazed eyes. Bobby started to hump, his prick making obscene liquid noises with Jill's hard-sucking cunt.
"Oh, Mom. Oh, mom!" the boy muttered.
"Baby, baby!" said Jill, her hands rubbing the muscles of the boy's back. "Fuck me, angel, fuck me!"
"Oh, Mom, you feel so good! I love your cunt, I love your tits, I love you!" "You're such a stud," Jill said. "Such a hot stud!"
He pushed up away from her, fucking her in a kneeling position. His hands squeezed and caressed her tits, rubbed up and down the backs of her thighs. He caught her feet, rubbing his face between them, his cheeks against them.
Jill felt a fuzzlike stubble against her feet. The boy shaved his face, although he really didn't have to shave yet.
His cock fucking in and out, Bobby began to lick Jill's feet. His tongue covered every inch of both her feet, sending sexy chills down Jill's legs. His tongue slipped between each of her toes. He shoved her feet in his mouth, sucking her toes hungrily. His spit ran down her feet.
"Baby, that feels so good," Jill said, tossing her head on the mattress as wonderful sensations flooded her loins and streamed down her legs. "Mmmm, suck my toes, baby, suck 'em!"
Bobby's eyes turned up, showing white. He was obviously getting pleasure out of sucking Jill's toes while simultaneously fucking his big cock in and out of her hot wet pussy. Jill was struck by how like Matt Bobby looked. And both Bobby and his father went bonkers over feet as well. Looking up at her son, watching his handsome flushed face, his muscles contracting as he screwed her, his hungry lips wrapped around her toes, she felt years younger, a teenager again. She could remember Matt fucking her in his bedroom during their teenage days before they were married. Matt had looked uncannily like Bobby did now, fucking her in the same position, sucking her toes in the same way. Matt's bedroom had even smelled like Bobby's did-like dirty sweat socks and jockstraps, like old cum, like cock.
Bobby released her feet and lowered himself, lying flat out on top of her as she wrapped her legs around his hips. His muscles contracted against her, his chest against her tits. Their nipples met, sending maddening thrills straight to Jill's cunt.
She wrapped her arms around her squirming son, kissing him, sliding her hands up and down the undulating muscles of his back. His loins rotated and humped. He fucked with a screwing motion that drove her crazy.
"Oh, baby, you fuck so nice! You've got the biggest, hardest, most talented prick I've ever fucked. Mmmmmm, just keep moving!" She caressed his ass and the backs of his thighs, using her toes, her heels, her smooth calves.
He had his eyes closed, his hips clamped. He was fucking in earnest, driving toward his climax. Jill didn't want to stop him. She would let him go, let him please himself as long or short as he wanted. She arched her back, rocking her cunt to the rhythm of his thrusts, pushing her swollen tits up hard against his chest.
"Mmmmm, baby, you're so good, you're such a good fucker! My pussy's getting so hot and tight! It feels so good!"
The boy was sweating and his sweat oiled both their bodies. Their skin slid together sensuously, liquidly, the feeling getting them hotter and hotter. The sensations seeped into every cell of Jill's body. She felt tingles in her skin, in her muscles. It felt almost as if Bobby were sucking both her toes and nipples. Her asshole ached, contracting along with her cunt.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" the boy grunted to the rhythm of his humping. Their abdomens, glued together by his sweat, separated rhythmically with sucking noises.
"Fuck me, angel, fuck your momma! Oh, baby, yes!"
The boy moved faster, his heart beating so hard that it felt like a fist pounding Jill's breastbone. Her own heart throbbed. The boy's prick plunged, fucking faster, his cockhead popping in and out of her cunt, its fat veins rippling against her sucking pussy walls, against her cunt-slabs.
"Come!" she gasped, her hands and feet all over her son's back and ass. "Oh God, baby, come with me!"
"Yeah, yeahhh!" The boy became a fucking dynamo, his prick like an oiled piston. He writhed in her arms, vibrations shooting through the muscles of his back, his loins slamming like a wrecking ball swung from a crane. His cock felt electrified inside her, as if every inch of its surface was charged, as if an electric current was streaming in pulses from the tip.
Flames of pleasure engulfed Jill's cunt as her spasms began. "I'm coming, angel, I'm- oh, ohhhhh!"
Bobby's eyes opened, then turned back to white slits. He shuddered in her arms. "Me too," he gasped. "Oh, Mom!"
As his cum exploded inside her, her cunt gripped his cock like a fist, saturated with orgasmic pleasure. She dug her nails into him, clinging to him with all her strength, her cunt contracting powerfully around his flexing cock.
"Awwwwwww!" they moaned in unison, their bodies melting together in mutual ecstasy.
"Cream me," she gibbered, rubbing madly against her son. "Give me it all! Oh, honey!"
"Fuck you, Mom, fuck you!" Bobby trembled in her arms, his jism spurting into her.
Jill couldn't remember when she had last felt this good-if she had ever felt this good. "Shoot it, baby! Just keep shooting it!"
"Ohhhhh, Mommmmm!"
CHAPTER NINE
Jill spent the day watching TV. Only today she skipped Donahue, said good riddance to the game shows, and let the soap operas stage their tragedies without her for an audience. She had more interesting, more exciting TV to watch-videotapes of real life.
After she had seen Bobby off to school, by sucking clean his cock and soaping him up in the shower, then drying him and dressing him as if he were a baby again, she had made herself some breakfast, then retired to the living room with a cup of coffee.
She popped Marlene's tape into the VCR, glad now that she hadn't destroyed it. She couldn't understand now why she'd gotten so riled up yesterday. Everything that had happened, everything that was happening, now seemed so natural, so right. Fucking Bobby was just as natural as fucking Matt, or any other man she had ever spread her legs for, for that matter. So what if he was her own son? He was still a man with a cock, with desires. And she was a woman with a cunt, with desires. So what if she was his mother? They were made for each other. They fit together perfectly. And the fact that they were son and mother made their fucking just that much more exciting.
On the screen, Steve was huffing and puffing and grunting as he fucked his hard cock in and out of Jill's cunt, and Jill was writhing under him.
Jill sipped her coffee, watching. The picture was sharp, excellent quality, and Marlene had done a great job of camera work. The porn films Jill had seen-and she'd watched hundreds of them over the years-couldn't compare at all with this film. And it wasn't just because she was one of the performers on the screen. It was because the fucking was real, not staged, not directed. She was watching pure lust up there on the screen. Fascinating, and very exciting.
She lazily fingerfucked herself as she watched. She was dressed in her robe, but she opened it to let the air lick at her tits and belly, at her naked legs which were propped up on the coffee table.
Everybody ought to have the chance to watch themselves in sex action, she mused.
She stared at the screen. She had never realized that she humped upward so frantically while getting fucked from above. And she really did work those fingers and toes. She was gouging the poor boy, tearing up his back and ass with her nails. And now they were coming. The boy jerked as if he had an electric wire up his ass. Watching their mutual orgasms, she could almost feel his hot spurts right now.
She fucked her finger in and out quickly. Her heart was racing. Her cunthole sizzled. Before Steve had uncoupled from her on the screen, she went into spasms, squeezing her legs together fiercely as she wriggled her finger inside herself. She experienced a mild, very pleasant orgasm, nothing like the intense orgasm she was having on the TV screen, but intense enough to make her gasp. She was capable of dozens of these small orgasms during the course of a day, and she was sure she would take full advantage of her capabilities today.
She would have turned off the VCR and popped in one of Matt's tapes-all of which lay beside her on the couch-but there was more action on Marlene's tape than she'd expected. The picture didn't fizzle to snow when Steve pulled his big cock out of Jill and showed his dripping prick to the camera. Instead, there was an abrupt flash to a new scene. There was Steve again, only this time he was sitting on a young girl's tits and fucking his cock down her throat. The girl, whom Jill recognized as Steve's sister, looked as if she would choke to death. Her face was turning blue as her brother raped her mouth and throat. Steve suddenly pulled out and spurted his cum all over her pretty young face.
"What a load!" Jill mumbled, swallowing as she salivated.
A new scene appeared on the screen-Steve buggering his mother. Now who's filming this one? Jill asked herself. Marlene's daughter? Her husband? Jill smiled, shaking her head. If people in that ritzy neighborhood only knew what was going on in that house, they'd- they'd- Hell, what would they do? Half the houses in that neighborhood probably had things even more scandalous going on behind their fancy locked doors.
Marlene had the most pleased expression on her face as Steve reamed out her asshole. She was flat on her belly on a bed, her chin resting on her hands, a relaxed smile on her face as her sweating son labored over her body. She wiggled her ass from time to time to urge her son on. There was no sound accompanying the picture except for some easy-listening music. Only the scene of Steve fucking Jill had retained the actual sound of the action.
The tape lasted two hours. Jill watched Steve shoot a load every few minutes. He was part of every scene, engaged in sex with scores of people. The tape got kinkier as it went along. Threesomes, foursomes, more-somes. At one point, nine naked people, teenagers and adults, writhed together like snakes on a huge bed. Everybody was fucking everybody. The sex was becoming more and more perverted. Two dogs were brought in, a stud and a bitch. The dogs engaged in the action, but not with each other. Jill watched in disbelief as Steve forced his younger sister to suck off the male hound. Jill almost vomited when the dog shot off onto the girl's face and into her mouth, but found herself masturbating furiously to orgasm despite her nausea.
Jill ejected the tape without rewinding it. She was afraid that if she rewound it, she'd be tempted to watch it over. She didn't have time. She had all Matt's tapes to go through yet. Most of Matt's tapes she'd have to watch on forward scan. Fourteen tapes that lasted everywhere from two to six hours each would take her days to go through any other way.
The lower-numbered tapes, which Jill could see were the ones recorded longest ago, had little on them to merit a careful watching. They showed gymnastics meets mostly. Girls and more girls, scantily clad in their gymnastics outfits, doing endless splits and bends and somersaults. Matt always focused on the same girlish charms-cunt, face, tits and toes.
Some of the tapes showed girls everywhere and anywhere. On the beach, on the street, in the crowd at school athletic events. Jill had never suspected her husband's all-consuming obsession with teenage cunt.
Starting with tape number six, things got interesting. Two teenagers were madly fucking on a blanket on the ground. Bushes surrounded them. The scene was shot from a distance, but the zoom enabled Matt to focus in close whenever he wanted to. He focused a lot on the boy's cock fucking in and out of the girl's pussy, on the girl's toes clutching, on the girl's flushed and contorted face as the boy reamed her out. It was obvious that Matt was hiding in the bushes and secretly filming them.
He's not only girl-crazy and incestuous, Jill mused. He's a voyeur as well.
There followed scene after scene of teenagers engaged in every sort of sexual act Jill could think of, short of bringing in animals. There was even an orgy-three boys and five girls.
As Jill watched, she began to feel as if she'd been at the scene of all this teenage sex before. She began to recognize the lay of the land, the trees and shrubs. Then it hit her, and she felt like a fool for not realizing right off that all this outdoor sex could have taken place in no other area than the woods off Cutler Road.
So, those woods are still crawling, she thought. For some reason she'd forgotten about that wild place where almost every girl in town had lost her cherry during Jill's high school days.
The tapes of teenagers in heat ended with tape number nine. Jill would have to go back and watch those tapes at her leisure, but not today. On tape number nine, Lynn reappeared.
The girl lay asleep in bed. She woke up finally, stretching and kicking off her sheet. She was naked. She got up, put on a robe, and walked out of the picture.
"What in the heck!" Jill said, realizing that Lynn had been filmed by a hidden camera. Had Matt been hiding in Lynn's closet or what? Maybe he had drilled a hole in the wall.
Another scene appeared on the screen. Lynn waking up again. This time she got up and stood in front of the mirror, admiring her naked tits. She lifted them, played with them, tickled her nipples. She lifted her left tit to her lips and licked it. Then she sucked. She shoved her hand between her legs and fingered her pussy. She returned to her bed, lay back with her legs spread, and fingerfucked herself. Little spurts of pussyjuice sprayed from her cunt when she came, and Matt zoomed in close to catch every squirting drop.
The tape went on and on with the same thing. Lynn jerking off in her bedroom. Jill got tired of watching, fast scanned toward the end of the tape.
The man ought to have his head examined, Jill thought. Not because he was a voyeur, a girl-lover, a daughter-lover-but because he never tired of filming Lynn jerking off. Wasn't once or twice enough? It must have taken him months to get all this footage. And how had he managed it? Apparently by getting up in the dark and stealing to Lynn's room before she woke up, which had always been earlier than anyone else in the family. But how had he managed to film her? Lynn's closet was the only logical hiding place. How did he manage to sneak out without Lynn seeing him? She watched a few moments on fast scan, of Lynn jerking off, then walking out of the picture after putting on her robe, then the same scene over again, then again. Of course! Lynn always went to the bathroom afterwards. Matt could slip out easily.
The scenes on the tape were suddenly different. Lynn was smiling at the camera, was performing for it. The angle was different. Matt was filming from the foot of her bed. He was in the room with her. Matt had finally revealed himself to the girl.
On tape number ten, Lynn performed gymnastics in the nude. She jacked off on a balance beam, spurting pussycream onto it from her full-split position. Then came the scene Jill had watched yesterday-Lynn sucking Matt's cock. Scenes followed of Lynn fingerfucking her asshole, of Lynn finger-fucking both her pussy and ass simultaneously, of Lynn sucking on Matt's toes, of Lynn fucking herself with Matt's toes. It was obvious that the girl loved performing sexual acts for the camera as much as she loved performing gymnastics in front of a crowd. In mid-tape, the screen went to snow and hissing, and Jill could find nothing more on the tape.
Tapes 11 through 14 were blank, something Jill found out by painstakingly scanning the entire length of each of them. Popping a tape of the Cutler Road woods back in the machine, she rewound it, then pushed the play button. She relaxed then on the couch to watch two hours of fucking teenagers, sex-mad boys and girls too wrapped up in each other to realize that a camera lens was staring at them from the bushes.
Cutler Road, Jill thought, working her middle finger in and out of her cunt. She hadn't been out there in years. Maybe one of these days she would drive out there just to see if anything had changed. No, she thought. Crazy idea. What was there to see except woods along the road and trails going off into the trees? Crazy idea. She surely wasn't going to be like Matt and crawl around in the bushes playing peeping Tom.
She pulled her finger out of herself and sucked Bobby's peppery-tasting jism off it. Wasn't that some load he'd delivered her this morning! She smacked her lips, dipping her finger back inside her cunt to frost it again so she could lick it off. She felt absolutely filthy, but very relaxed, very much at peace. Matt could do what he wanted now-give her his load or keep it. It didn't matter. She had another cock now to please her.
Still, she thought. It would be nice if Matt realized he wasn't putting anything over on her, realized that she knew everything. She wondered what his reaction would be if he found out about Bobby and her. It didn't matter. If he had the right to fuck around with his daughter, then she had the right to fuck around with her son.
CHAPTER TEN
"Baby, you've been so hot lately that I just can't keep my dick out of you." Matt was fucking Jill from behind as they lay on their sides. He was fucking his cock in and out of her asshole.
"Mmmn, Matt, keeping fucking me! Just keep fucking me!" Jill rubbed her ass against her husband's grinding, pumping lower belly.
"You haven't changed since I married you, baby. You're just as hot as when we were teenagers. Mmmm, wiggle that ass!"
"And your cock's still just as big and hard, darling. Remember those hot times we used to have out in the woods along Cutler Road?"
Matt's humping abruptly slowed. "Oh yeah, Cutler Road, sure. Forgot all about that place. That was a long time ago."
His cock had softened inside her.
"Matt, don't stop now, I'm almost ready to come."
"Shit, I'm sorry, baby." He slipped his cock out of her. "Just remembered that I've gotta be to the office extra early this morning."
"But Matt-" Too late. Jill rolled over to see him already slipping out of the bedroom, half shutting the door behind him.
That did it! They were going to have it out-and now!
Jill slid off the bed. As she was about to swing open the door and charge into the hall after Matt, she caught herself. She heard excited whispering in the hallway. Peeking around the edge of the door, she was stunned by what she saw.
"No!" Matt whispered, trying to push Lynn away as she stroked his rampant cock. "Not here! We can't risk it. Your mother's awake in the bedroom."
Lynn released his cock, wiping her hand on her jeans. "Sorry, Daddy."
"That's all right," Matt said, leaning over to peck her on the forehead with his lips. "Run along now, precious. See you in a little bit."
"I can't wait, Daddy."
"Neither can I. So hurry."
As Matt turned for the bathroom, Lynn scampered -down the hall for the stairs. Jill stepped back just in time to avoid being glimpsed as Lynn passed by. The girl surely wasn't dressed for school, in those faded old jeans and bare feet. The jeans were at least three sizes too small for her, and full of tears that allowed glimpses of the girl's smooth pink flesh. And that T-shirt was just about transparent, showing off Lynn's tits and cherries more obscenely than if she'd been naked.
And what's this business about the two of them seeing each other in a little bit? Jill wondered. She slipped back into bed, covering up with the sheet. Something devious was going on here. Why would they see each other in a little bit if Matt had to go rushing off to work to please his boss and Lynn had to get to school for a workout in the gym?
"I'm really sorry," Matt said a few minutes later as he quickly dressed, having trouble as usual stuffing his rigid cock into his pants.
"Don't let it worry you," Jill said. "I'll manage."
"The trusty old fingers, eh?" Matt said with a smirk as he blew her a kiss and left.
She could have belted him.
The moment he was out the door, however, she was up and dressing. Before Matt had started his car, she was shaking Bobby awake, tempted for a moment to wrap her lips around his beautiful throbbing cock, saying to hell with her mission.
"Get some pants on-quick!" she shouted. "No time to explain, darling. Just get moving!" She literally rolled the boy out of bed and stood him up. She grabbed a pair of shorts from the piles of clothing scattered around the room and held them at his feet as he stepped into them.
He couldn't stuff his huge stiff prick into the shorts. "I've gotta piss, Mom," he whined.
"No time," she said, dragging the boy out the door and down the hallway, his prick wagging from side to side like a heavy club. "Just come on. Please, darling, quick!"
Less than a minute later, they were speeding along in Jill's car with Jill at the wheel. Bobby sat next to her, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and squeezing his rigid cock.
"I've really gotta piss, Mom. Hey, what's going on, anyway?"
"Try to hold it, darling. Keep an eye out for your father's car. We're trying to catch him."
The boy gave her a sideways glance as if she'd lost some of her marbles. He said nothing, though, just held onto his prick as if it were a joystick controlling the car and trained his eyes on the road ahead.
Just when Jill had decided that they'd lost Matt, Bobby motioned with his thumb at a gas station they were passing.
"There's our fish," he said.
Jill took one glance, then speeded up past the station. Matt stood at the self-service pumps with his back to them. She prayed he hadn't spotted her car. She went down one more block, then turned down to circle back.
"Hey, what's up?" Bobby said. "I thought you wanted to catch him."
"Not pumping gas," she said with a wicked grin. "We wanna catch him with his fingers in the pie." Then she explained.
A few minutes later they were trailing Matt from a distance.
"Lynn and Dad," Bobby said. "Wow! You sure about that, Mom?"
"As sure as I am about you and me," she said, reaching over to dip her finger in the pearl of fucklube at the tip of the boy's prickhead. She sucked the lube off her finger. "Mmmmm, tastes just like honey."
"We're heading out of town, Mom."
Jill almost slammed on her brakes as, far up ahead, Matt's car pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. Matt was picking up a hitchhiker.
"I wonder who that is?" Jill said, knowing full well who it was, but wondering why Matt didn't pick up Lynn a block or two away from home instead of way out here.
As they resumed driving, Bobby said, "This is the way to Cutler Road."
"Cutler Road?" Jill asked, playing dumb.
"Makeoutville," Bobby said. "Fuck City."
"Cool it," Jill said, pulling her son's jerking hand away from his cock. "I don't want a sticky mess all over my dashboard."
As they turned onto Cutler Road, Jill spotted Matt's car just as it was pulling off onto a side road into the woods. She kept her eye trained at the point where Matt had pulled off, then pulled off there herself. She parked just out of sight of Cutler Road.
"Quiet now," Jill said, sealing the car door shut behind her. "We don't want them to know we're coming. We want to surprise them."
"I still don't believe this," Bobby said, squeezing his cock.
They crept up the trail and through the bushes.
They came upon Matt's car about fifty yards up the winding trail. It was parked in a clearing surrounded by dense shrubbery. Jill could see how a voyeur would have little problem concealing himself out here, even a voyeur with a video camera and portable recorder.
"Oh, baby, ride that prong! Mmmmm, ride it!" Matt lay naked on a blanket on the ground. Lynn, facing him, was straddling his loins, her cunt sliding up and down on his cock, her cuntjuices running down his prickshaft and drenching his swollen brown balls. She hadn't a stitch on either.
Jill and Bobby stared, watching the couple fuck. Finally, they glanced at each other. Despite Bobby's flushed face, showing his excitement, his expression was one of disbelief and shock. Jill was stunned too. Watching a tape of Matt and Lynn fucking was one thing. Watching them fuck in the flesh was another.
Getting control of herself, she began to undress. Taking his cue from her, Bobby dropped his shorts.
Jill didn't know how to make their presence known in any subtle or gentle way. She was too hot, too shaky for subtlety anyway. And she could see that Bobby was ready to jump out of his skin with excitement. Taking a deep breath, her guts full of anxious twinges, her heart beating so hard she could hardly hear anything else, she walked toward the fucking duo. Bobby followed.
Lynn was the first to detect their presence. She gasped, twisting her head toward them violently. Had she not been a supple gymnast, she surely would have thrown out her neck.
The color drained from her red face instantly, as if she'd been shot.
"I'll bet you can," Jill said. "And I'm sure that devil under you can explain too. But I don't wanna hear it. Just shut up and fuck."
Matt and Lynn continued to stare at her, their faces pale, unbelieving.
Jill felt shaky enough to collapse, but she knew she was less rattled than either Matt or Lynn. "I said, fuck!" she said. She dropped down and licked Lynn's ass, then Matt's dripping balls. The stimulation of her tongue got the two of them going.
Lynn slid up and down, her tight cunt engulfing Matt's cock again and again.
"Beautiful!" Jill said. She licked Matt's cock each time Lynn raised her body, licked up and down Lynn's asscrack as the girl sank down.
"I don't believe you, Jill," gasped Matt as his cock was sucked into his daughter's teenage pussy.
"Look who's talking!" Jill said. "Shut up and fuck, you old billygoat." She pinched his balls, then shoved her hand deeply between his legs and drilled her finger up his asshole.
"Oh Christ, baby, oh shit!" Matt writhed.
Jill fucked her finger against his prostate gland until she felt it swelling, until she feared her husband would lose his head. Then she yanked it out. Immediately, she wiggled it up into Lynn's asshole.
Lynn squealed. "Ooooh, Mom, that drives me crazy!"
"I'll bet it does," Jill said, pumping her finger in her daughter's tight little shithole.
Bobby started to get down behind Jill, but she dropped him. She pulled him back up by the cock, then wrapped her lips around his prick.
"Mmmmn, Mom, suck it off!" The boy's prick was so hard that Jill feared it would split out of its skin.
She bobbed her head a few times, taking his cock into her throat, lubing it with spit from one end to the other. Then she spit it out. She reached between her legs, catching a handful of the cunt-slime that was oozing out. She slapped the cunt-slime on Lynn's asshole, then rubbed the rest on Bobby's cock.
"Lie forward." She pushed on Lynn's back. "Rub your tits on daddy's chest. I'm sure he loves it."
"Christ!" Matt said.
When Lynn was belly to belly with Matt, Matt's cock still buried in Lynn's cunt, Jill pulled on Bobby's cock.
Bobby grinned, catching on immediately. He descended behind his sister, mounting her, shoving his crowbar prick between her asscheeks.
"Ram it in!" Jill said, watching closely. "Bugger the daddy-loving little slut."
Bobby's cock slipped in easily, sliding to the hilt up his sister's young asshole. He lay flat out on her, rubbing his belly on her round asscheeks.
"Ohhh, feels so good!" Lynn cooed.
Jill shook her head. Lynn was even more of a slut than she'd thought. To accommodate two cocks at once like this so easily, Lynn must obviously have had experience doing this before.
Bobby growled, starting his humping motion, fucking his huge cock in and out of his sister's asshole. Jill moved behind him to watch, spreading his legs so she could get up close and lick his asscrack and crotch and balls. She licked Lynn's taint, that small space between her stuffed asshole and stuffed cunt. The juices gushed out of Lynn's pussy, and Jill licked them off Matt's balls. The smell of balls and cock and pussy was enough to knock her out. She moved around front before she became too light-headed.
She looked at the three flushed, lust-contorted faces of her family. Matt's eyes were closed as he concentrated on his pleasure. The eyes of the two kids were glazed over as Bobby humped, grinding his huge cock in his sister's asshole.
Such pretty faces, Jill thought. Then a wicked urge made her get down on all fours and back her ass against those faces she found so pretty.
"Come on, fuckers lick!" Jill said.
She didn't have to tell them again. Her family was only too willing to oblige her. Their three tongues started flapping.
"Mmm, feels good!" Jill said, rubbing her slimy crotch and ass in their faces. She rubbed her thick cunt-bush down into Matt's mouth, buried her cunthole over Lynn's nose, rubbed her moist asspucker against Bobby's lips. The boy's tongue slipped up her asshole. Lynn's tongue wriggled into her cunt. Matt chewed on her clit. The fuck-thrills needled her loins like a thousand biting fire-ants. "Mmn, lick me, suck me, eat me!"
The slurping, munching, sucking noises of three tongues, of three mouths and sets of lips sounded embarrassingly obscene. Jill felt as if she were being eaten alive. She'd never in her life experienced three mouths going at her crotch and ass at the same time. The tension whirled to a head inside her. Her toes curled as she exploded.
"Ohhhh, babies!" She nearly passed out as the flames of orgasm licked through her tongue-stuffed asshole and cunt. "Mmmn, lick suck, oh yes!"
As Jill spasmed, the cuntjuice ran out of her, and Lynn lapped it up hungrily, as if it were cum shooting from a big sexy cock. Bobby sucked Jill's contracting asshole, then helped Lynn lap up the fuck-juices leaking from Jill's crotch.
Dizzy, Jill turned around, stroking her son's head. "Are you ready to shoot, angel?"
"Yeah," he moaned, humping wildly at Lynn's asshole.
"Don't!" Jill said, scrambling around back and literally yanking the boy off his sister. She had never known she possessed so much strength. She fell on her ass, Bobby tumbling on top of her.
"What's the idea?" the boy groaned.
"Oh shit!" Lynn said, squirming on top of her father, her asshole wide open. "I was just gonna come too."
"Bobby's load is mine," Jill said. "If you want a load up your ass, your father will have to give it to you."
"How about it, Daddy?" said Lynn. "Wanna bugger me?" Without giving Matt a chance to answer, Lynn rolled off him, her cunt making a loud sucking noise as his cock slipped out of it.
"Jesus Christ!" Matt said, forcing himself to sit up. "I'm getting goddamned blue balls."
"Poor thing!" said Jill. "After running off and leaving me all wound up these last few mornings, you deserve a good case of blue balls."
"I'll deal with you later," Matt said, giving Jill a mock glare. "Right now I've got some business up my daughter's asshole to deal with."
"Anytime," Jill said, getting up on her hands and knees. "Except right now. Right now I've got a big teeYiage cock to take care."
They fucked side by side, Jill and Lynn on their hands and knees, Bobby and Matt mounted on the naked wiggling asses of the two females. Bobby's cock fucked in and out of Jill's asshole, Matt's cock in and out of Lynn's. The large tits of the two females hung heavily, swinging, nipples erect like fingertips.
"Mm, feels great!" Bobby said. "I just love a tight ass."
"Like father, like son," Jill said. She looked back at Bobby, then at Matt and Lynn, watching Bobby bugger herself, watching her husband bugger her daughter. It was a damned exciting scene.
"Like mother, like daughter," Matt said, giving Jill a smirk.
Bobby leaned over Jill and gnawed on her neck, making her shiver all over with goose bumps. His prick felt like an electrified fist in her asshole.
"Oh, Bobby, you do it so good! Mmn, screw me, honey!"
As if not to let his son get the better of him, to show him up, Matt leaned over Lynn, hugging her, squeezing her tits, slobbering and biting all over her upper back and neck. He humped faster, fucking his cock in and out and making the young girl squeal with pleasure.
Matt's wild fucking apparently spurred on Bobby, because he got wilder too, fucking Jill's ass so hard that she could feel the vibrations in her skull. Her toes curled with the hot sensations her son's cock gave her asshole.
"Yes, fuck me!" Jill gasped. "Fuck me!" Her head snapped with each ramming cock-thrust. Her tits flapped.
"Fuck meeeeeeeeee!" Lynn wailed. "Oh, Daddy!"
The two men growled in unison, fucking their big cocks faster and faster into the assholes of the two women.
Jill's loins swam with sensation. The tension was building maddeningly again. She couldn't hold on much longer.
The air was filled with grunting, with huffing and puffing. The scent of female ass rose up as the two hard pricks fucked faster, the assholes of the two women sizzling from the friction.
Lynn snapped her head back, her spine arching, her mouth wide open. She started to shudder. "I'm coming, oh, ohhhh!"
"Oh, baby!" Matt crushed her so hard in his arms that the girl winced. His back rounded, he humped with short, rapid thrusts, working his cock in her spasming young asshole. He began to shake, then jerk. His cum exploded into his daughter, and Lynn collapsed under him, squirming on her belly and wracked by spasms as her humping, grunting father poured his hot cum-load up her shithole.
Bobby's cock flexed inside Jill, nearly lifting her off the ground with its rigid strength. She contracted her ass, wanting to skin the boy's cock alive, wanting to feel the rock-hard prick split out of its skin like a banana out of its peel. The boy's raw quivering cock pulsated like a heart inside her.
"I'm coming!" he moaned. "Mom, oh, Mom!" He churned his hard lower belly against her naked ass, grinding his cock inside her. As his cum exploded into her, he whimpered like a baby, bucking out of control against her ass.
"Ohhh, my darling!" Jill cooed. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of her son's jism spurting and splashing inside her. He was shooting deep into her guts. She felt such bliss that she wanted to die. Her orgasm blossomed like a mushroom cloud, cramping her guts with the most delicious fuck-feeling. Her asshole chewed her son's spurting cock.
"Ohhhhh, Mommmmmm!" Bobby was almost crying. He hugged her so tight he almost cracked some of her ribs. He made quick, very short stabs at her asshole, his jism spurting like streams of molten lead.
As their orgasms subsided, Jill eased herself down, relaxing flat out on the ground as Bobby came down on her with his full weight and lazily screwed his cock inside her. Their coupled fuck organs still shook with aftershocks. Next to them, Matt and Lynn lay in the same position.
"Jeez, Mom, I gotta piss so bad," Bobby said, and he started to pull out.
Jill swung her hands around, grabbing his ass, stopping him. "Don't, darling, you'll ruin this feeling if you pull out now."
"But, Mom, I can't hold it anymore."
"Then don't," Jill said.
"Don't?"
"Let it go, baby, I've always wanted to try this."
"Christ, I can't hold it!" Bobby fell heavily against her as the floodgates of his bladder gave way. Piss rushed through the long tube of his cock and streamed from his pisshole like water from a hose-hot water.
It was like getting an enema. Jill had been forced to take one enema in her life, one her mother had given her when Jill had been a child, and she'd ended up shitting all over the bed and shooting shitty water all over her cursing mother. That enema had been torture, but this one was different. The piss ran out. in a finer, gentler stream. As her guts and asshole filled with her son's piss, Jill felt only pleasure.
"Oh, that's marvelous, darling! Why haven't I ever tried this before? Mmn, keep it coming! Piss until it comes out my mouth."
"This is wild," Bobby said. "Can I stick my prick up your ass whenever I have to take a leak, Mom?"
"Up my ass, up my cunt, down my throat if you want to. Whatever you want to do with me, boy, feel free." Jill knew she was talking crazy, but right now, she didn't care what she said. She felt too fucking good, too fucking free.
"Jesus Christ!" Matt said. "Woman, I think you've lost your marbles."
"Oh, Daddy, piss in me!" Lynn said. "I wanna see what it feels like."
"Jesus Christ!" Matt said.
"Oh go on, Matt, don't be a prude," said Jill. "You've already got your cock up your daughter's asshole. Think about that."
"You always were one for logic, weren't you, Jill?"
Lynn squealed like the giddy girl she was as her father's piss flowed into her asshole. "Oh, Daddy, that feels good!"
"I'm hungry," Bobby said.
"Great," said Jill. "I've got a nice hot gooey hair-pie that just can't wait to be eaten."
Bobby pulled his prick out of her. "Let me at it, Mom!"
Jill rolled over and spread her legs. "Breakfast, darling."
