The words rang in her ears over and over. You know you need it, Fran.
Fran Wilson, divorced mother. of three, sat at her dressing table and examined her face. Only last night her ex-husband Charlie had persuaded her to go to bed with him.
She examined a tiny line between her eyes, and a sigh escaped her lips. People told her she didn't look a day over twenty-five, but she wondered if they were lying. A woman with an eighteen-year-old son couldn't be twenty-five. But it was flattering to hear.
Damn you, Charlie, she thought as she began applying make-up. Damn you for leaving me with three kids and then making sure I'm still dependent on you.
As she applied her make-up, she thought about the previous evening. Of course Charlie was right. She did need it. She needed it badly. It seemed the older she got, the more she needed sex. It didn't seem fair that just when a woman's attractiveness began to fade she needed men more than ever.
She picked up the mascara wand and applied mascara to her lower lashes. She and Charlie had been divorced for years, right after their youngest girl Patty was born. Charlie had come to her one morning and announced he was leaving. His bags were packed and he almost casually told her he didn't like being married.
The following days had been a nightmare. The boys were still babies, and she was still nursing Patty. Charlie had supported them well all the following years and still did, but it had been awful being alone.
Now she carefully applied lipstick with a brush and filled in the center with a light pink gloss. Charlie had never remarried and she was grateful for that. In fact he insisted he still loved her and she believed him. He just didn't want to be married.
She sat back and surveyed her image in the mirror. Not bad for a mother with three children, she thought.
She sometimes thought she was still in love with Charlie, despite how he'd hurt her. Somehow none of the men she dated measured up to him. And anyway the boys and even Patty made sure she never remarried. Any time she showed signs of becoming involved with a man, one of them, usually Jerry, did something to break it up.
In a way she didn't care. She still harbored hopes that one day she and Charlie would get back together. He lived nearby in a singles apartment complex. He came by frequently and everyone talked about what a good father he was. Fran was grateful for that, but she needed a man on a permanent basis. A man she could go to sleep with and wake up with. And even fight with. Now that she and Charlie were divorced they hardly ever fought. What they did regularly was fuck and usually it spoiled her for whatever man she was seeing.
She finished applying her make-up and gazed at her carefully made-up face. She was wearing bikini panties and a flimsy bra, and she moved a hand between her legs as she admired herself. Masturbating was as much a part of her life as breathing. She wasn't ashamed of it and she enjoyed it frequently. She was grateful to Charlie for that. Early in their marriage he had encouraged her to masturbate in front of him. It turned him on. She still jerked off in front of him on occasion. But mostly she masturbated in the privacy of her room when the children were at school.
She moved her fingers inside the crotch of her panties and felt her cunt. As usual her pussy was wet. She thought about young Jerry as she moved her fingers over the torrid folds of her pussy. She worried about the boy. He was aggressive, maybe too aggressive, and although he loved his father, he resented him for divorcing his mother. Ever since he was small he took on the responsibility a man of the house. There were times when Fran liked having him boss her around and take charge of things. But she knew that basically it wasn't fair. He was much too intense and serious for his age.
She tried to encourage him to go away to college, but he refused. He wouldn't leave her alone with the younger children. She tried to tell him that his father was nearby and she wouldn't be alone, but he was adamant. He planned to go to a nearby community college when he graduated from high school.
Strangely, even though Jerry felt responsible for the family in many ways, he was the one who made it difficult for Fran when she became interested in another man. He'd broken up more than one romance that could have led to marriage. Fran knew in her heart that she'd never remarry until all her children were out of the house and on their own. Anyway, she still wondered if she and Charlie would ever get together again.
Life is so complicated, she thought as she thrust her fingers inside her cunt.
Her pussy was flowing now, the juice streaming over her fingers. Her clit was stiff and twitching, and each time she rubbed the ball of her thumb over it, a blast of hot pleasure filled her belly. The hell with it, she thought, what I need is a good come and this was as good a time as any. She had the luxury of being able to do it at her own leisure and it was silly not to take advantage of that.
And today she wanted a real workout. A girl-friend had once told her that whacking off was no big deal unless you worked up a sweat. It was true. It made no sense to be hasty about something as important as orgasms.
She ran her hands over her bra-encased tits, and then she remembered something. She rummaged in a drawer and came out with a bra she'd worn once, a special bra with holes cut out to show her nipples. An old lover had bought it for her years ago. She'd worn it once for him and then put it away. It took a moment to switch bras, to pack her tits into the new one and then adjust the holes in front so her nipples stuck out like two dark thumbs. Seeing her nipples sticking out like that made her hot. She found some bright pink lipstick on her dresser and smeared it over the points of her nipples. When she looked in the mirror, she quivered, seeing how sexy her tits looked. Charlie always said she had great tits. Her tits were big enough to have a slight droop, but most men seemed to like that. And her nipples were luscious, with light-brown halos about the size of half-dollars and the points always sticking out a good half an inch.
She flicked her fingers over her nipples now, teasing them until they grew even more. This crazy bra with the holes in it really did wonders for her tits, made her nipples stick out, ready to be licked and sucked.
Leaving the bra on, she peeled her panties off and stepped into a pair of high-heeled black pumps. She walked to the full-length mirror near the window and stood there with her hands on her hips and her legs spread wide and her eyes on the dark bush of her cunt hair.
You're a crazy bitch, she thought. She turned to the side to look at the shape of her ass, reached back with her hand to jiggle her asscheeks and watch her flesh wobble in the mirror. Then she slid both hands into her crotch and pulled her hairy cuntlips apart to expose the pink meat of her pussy. Her turgid clit stuck out.
She rubbed the shaft of her clit very lightly with her thumb, just enough to send a tremor through her legs. Then she stopped, waited a few moments, and then began the stroking again. She liked to build the tension this way, keep herself on edge by rubbing her clit to the brink of orgasm and then stopping until she came down a bit.
Dipping her fingers inside her pussy, she brought them up to her mouth to taste her cunt-juice. Charlie had taught her that. Before she married Charlie she'd always thought pussy-juice was disgusting. Charlie had taught her to love the taste of her cunt-juice and the taste of his jism.
Oh, come on, she thought, give it a good rub and finish it off, else you'll be up here all day. She watched herself in the mirror as her fingers went to work, but after a while the waves of pleasure were too intense an she had to close her eyes. When the orgasm finally arrived, she groaned loudly and shuddered and pumped her cunt at her pleasure-giving hand.
Later, when she'd completely satisfied herself with her fingers, she dressed and went downstairs. Another day with nothing much to do, she thought. But the fact was she liked it, she liked a relaxed life. The hell with those people who said work was everything, she had enough to do right here at home.
More than once she'd thought about getting a job, but the kids wanted her at home. Again it was Jerry who was the aggressive one. He told her they didn't need the money and that was true. But she needed something to do with her time.
As she moved around the kitchen, she looked out the window and saw Charlie in the yard. He waved and she waved back. He still had a key and sometimes he walked in unexpectedly. Sometimes, like today, he came over to fix their shrubs.
Now Fran smiled to herself as she watched him trim some bushes. Charlie was a successful salesman and he set his own hours. She was grateful that he made a lot of money, but sometimes she resented the way he took her for granted.
She went about her chores and fixed lunch for two. She knew Charlie would be in the house soon and would expect her to serve him lunch. Sometimes she became annoyed when he dropped in unannounced, but usually she didn't mind. Today she was bored so she welcomed the company.
She wondered if he'd want to take her to bed. Even after getting laid last night and masturbating this morning, she was still horny. She wouldn't mind going to bed with him again. Maybe this time she wouldn't make him talk her into it. Sometimes she played hard to get just because she didn't want to make things too easy for him. Sometimes she surprised him by giving in easily. It depended on the mood she was in.
When lunch was fixed, she went around the house straightening up. Her first stop was Patty's room. Her baby was growing up. She was an adorable blonde with a sexy figure and a flirtatious way.
She was also a typical teenager who left clothes strewn all over the room and taped pictures of rock stars over the walls.
Of all her children it was Patty who worried her the most. Boys were easier to raise, and she found Patty's budding sexuality a problem.
When she was through in Patty's room, she went to Jerry's room. Jerry was usually quite neat, but today she found his bedsheets all wrinkled and a puddle of something damp on a pair of his shirts.
Usually he placed his dirty underwear in the hamper. He must have been in a hurry when he undressed. Maybe he'd jerked off into his shorts. Eighteen-year-olds were ruled by their hormones and Jerry was a very sexy boy.
She was about to leave his room when she saw a large-sized envelope under his bed. She bent down to pick it up, and several photographs spilled out. They were pictures of naked girls in various vulgar poses. Fran stared at the pictures and sighed.
Sitting down on the bed, she went through the photographs one by one. Some of them were obscene. Several were closeups of pussies.
I'll have to talk to Charlie about this, she thought. It's not healthy for a boy like Jerry to be so obsessed with pussies. She imagined her son jerking off while he looked at the pictures. She wondered what his cock looked like when it was hard. She couldn't help quivering as she thought of his prick exploding in a geyser of hot jism. Boys his age had so much spunk in their balls, a woman couldn't help getting hot thinking about it.
She put the pictures back in the envelope and carefully placed the envelope where she'd found it. She moved to the window to see what Charlie was doing. Since she didn't see him in the yard, she assumed he was in the house so she hurried down to the kitchen without cleaning Peter's room.
Charlie had taken the lunch she'd prepared and was setting the table.
"This looks good," he said. "What is it?"
"Chicken salad and avocado."
He wrinkled his nose. "Sit down. I'll get the soda."
They sat in silence, and Fran thought about the girlie pictures she'd found in Jerry's room. She told Charlie about them and he reassured her it was normal for a boy Jerry's age.
"Wouldn't it be more normal for him to sleep with a girl than to look at pictures?" she said.
"I'm sure he's fucking around." Charlie looked thoughtful. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll talk to him about it."
"No, I don't want him to think I'm spying on him."
Charlie shrugged. "You can't have it both ways." He grinned and his eyes crinkled up in a way that Fran loved. "Feel like a matinee today?"
"Don't you ever think of anything else?"
"Not if I can help it."
She sniffed. "Well, I've got other things to do."
Charlie leaned across the table and took her hand. "You need a lot of it, honey. Why not admit it? You're a highly sexed woman."
She pulled her hand away. "I don't need it constantly, Charlie."
He groaned. "Oh, shit, here we go again."
"Well, it's true."
"Didn't you like last night?"
"Of course I liked it."
"Then come on over and stop talking so much."
He pulled her over to sit on his lap. When he kissed her, she melted. Then his fingers were unbuttoning her blouse to bring her tits out, and she forgot any objections she had. He scooped one tit out of her bra and pushed the long nipple into his mouth. She moved when Charlie sucked her tits. She could always feel it down in her pussy when he nibbled and licked her nipples.
He made her stand up after a while. He told her to lift her skirt to show him what she had on underneath, and she was already so hot she put up no resistance. She would do anything for Charlie when she was turned on. She raised her skirt to her waist and giggled as he fingered the mound of her pussy through her panties.
He smiled at her. "You see? You're soaking wet."
"All right, I'm wet. What are you going to do about it?"
She taunted him, but then she slipped her panties off and lifted one foot to the chair to show him her cunt. He gazed at her sopping pussy a moment, and then he grunted and slipped down to his knees to suck her cunt.
"Oh, baby," she said, and then she moaned as his thick tongue pushed inside her cunthole. She gently hunched her crotch at his mouth as he sucked the hot juices out of her pussy.
"Christ, you're drowning me," he said after a while. "Come on, let's fuck. Bend over the table and show me your ass."
She did as he asked, lifting her dress to her hips and bending over the table. "But not in my ass, Charlie. I want it in my pussy."
He playfully slapped her ass, pinched her fat hairy cuntlips with his fingers, and then at last he spread her cunt wide open and rammed three fingers inside her fuckhole.
"I want your cock," she said with a gasp.
He chuckled and unzipped his fly. A moment later she moaned as the fat knob of his prick squeezed inside her seething pussy. She came when his balls slapped against her clit, and after that she clenched her teeth and held onto the table as he started fucking her. Oh, God, yes, she thought, fuck my brains out, I need it so bad!
Chapter 2
Fran decided to tell Jerry she'd found the pictures. She wanted to approach him the right way. The boy had a bad temper and she wanted to avoid an argument. And she preferred talking to him. If Charlie tried, they would wind up in a fight. Jerry had more respect for her than he did for his father.
Still, she was nervous about it. She waited until one night when Peter and Patty were out and she told Jerry she wanted to talk to him. A usual he thought she wanted help with something, so it took several minutes for her to convince him she just wanted to talk about something concerning him.
"I found something in your room the other day ... quite by accident," she said.
Jerry's face remained expressionless, but Fran thought she saw him tense up.
"I guess you found the pictures."
"Yes, I did," she said.
The boy took a deep breath. "You shouldn't spy on me, Mom."
"I wasn't spying."
"Why'd you go in there, anyway?"
"I went into clean your room." The conversation wasn't going at all the way she planned. "I always clean your room."
"Well, I'm getting to old to be spied on."
"Your father wanted to talk to you about it and maybe I should have let him."
"Leave my father out of it!" the teenager shouted.
"Now listen here ..." But it was too late. Jerry stormed out of the room and dashed upstairs.
Fran left him alone for a while. Let him cool off, she thought. Then she went to his room and knocked on the door. When he didn't answer she walked in.
"Leave me alone, Mom," he said. He was lying in bed fully dressed.
Fran moved into the room and sat down in a chair next to the bed.
"I can't leave you alone," she said in what she hoped was a jocular tone. "Mothers are supposed to nag their sons."
Jerry's expression was cold. "I'm no freak!"
"I never suggested you were."
"They're just some dumb pictures."
"I know, honey, and I know boys your age are usually ... you know ... horny. But I'm worried, what with your father not being here."
"He's here enough," the boy said curtly.
"Do you resent that?"
"Yeah, a little."
"You're the real man of the house. You know that, don't you?" She knew the boy was competitive with his father and every other man in her life.
"Yeah, but it's not easy," he muttered under his breath.
"What isn't easy?" Fran moved to the bed and kicked her shoes off as she brought her feet up.
"Being the man of the house."
"I've let you take too much responsibility," she said, taking him into her arms.
She felt him stiffen. He turned to face her and she noticed how pale he was and how drawn.
`Don't do that, Mom." His eyes were so menacing she released him.
"What's really the matter, Jerry?"
"I can't tell you." He folded his hands over his chest and stared up at the ceiling.
Fran felt helpless. "You can tell me anything. I'm your mother, after all."
He turned to her suddenly and took her hands in his. "You won't be mad?"
She smiled and felt a little relieved. At least he wasn't angry at her. "I won't be mad."
"Mom, you were right about me being horny." .
She giggled. "It's natural."
"Yeah, but girls my age don't interest me."
"Well, you're a nice big boy. I'm sure you could find a girl a few years older than you who'd find you sexy."
"That's not good enough," he muttered darkly.
She ruffled his hair. "Why, darling, what is it? Are you trying to tell me you're horny for women my age?"
Suddenly he rolled around and grabbed her. "I don't get turned on by young girls. You probably noticed the girls in the pictures. They were mostly your age or even older."
Fran realized he was right. There had been something about the pictures she'd found strange, but she wasn't able to put her finger on what it was. Now it faintly hit her. The girls had been women. Her age and even older. Her son was hooked on older women.
"Mom, older women turn me on," he said. His face was flushed and his eyes smoldered. He was holding her so tightly she became frightened.
"You're hurting me, Jerry," she said. "You're digging your fingers into my arms."
Alarm flooded her. The boy was acting almost violent. He stopped digging his fingers into her flesh, but he held onto her.
"Mom, I need it bad." He buried his face in her neck, and Fran stared helplessly at the far wall.
What was he trying to tell her? What should she do? It was too much for a woman alone to handle. Meanwhile Jerry's hands were all over her.
"Stop that!" she hissed when he moved his hands under her ass and squeezed her asscheeks.
"I can't help it," he said, kissing her neck.
"You're my son, you can't do that!"
"Please, I need you, Mom!"
How could she refuse him in his hour of need? Maybe if she made him stop he'd be traumatized forever. As they struggled, she felt her body respond and that made her feel even more confused.
"Jerry, it's wrong," she said, but he cut her off by kissing her full on the lips.
She stopped struggling before long. She wasn't certain what came over her, but after a while the hot kiss and the feel of his arms around her and the sexual excitement were too overwhelming. She returned his kisses and ran her hands over his body, over his neck and back down to his hard little ass. Finally they broke the kiss and looked at each other.
"This is crazy," she said.
"I know, Mom, but I can't help it."
She saw his eyes on her tits and she blushed. She glanced down at his crotch and she could see the bulge of his hard-on. The sinfulness of what they were doing made her tremble. But she was also terribly excited. There was no way she could deny her excitement about what was happening.
Lifting his hand, she brought it to her tits and said: "Go on. You've started something, so now finish it."
"Jesus, Mom..." He hesitated, but his hand slowly moved over her tits, very lightly at first and then more firmly.
She found his touch incredibly exciting. "That's it, don't be afraid. It's all right to squeeze a little."
He was using both hands now, molding her tits with his palms, fondling her tits through her blouse and bra.
She finally pushed his hands away. "If we're going to do this, let's do it right."
The boy's heart pounded as he watched her strip her blouse and bra off. He could hardly believe what was happening. Was this really his mother on the bed with him? He'd always thought she was beautiful, but now her beauty overwhelmed him. He gazed awe-struck at her lush tits, the heavy globes covered with pale patches in the center where they'd been hidden from the sun by her bikini top. In the middle of each pale patch was a brown halo surrounding a pink nipple. She smiled at him, cupped her tits in her hands and rubbed her nipples.
"I guess you like them," she said. "I can see it in your eyes."
"God, Mom, you're beautiful."
"And you're handsome, honey. My handsome son. Are you wearing shorts under those jeans?"
"No I ..."
"I thought not. Look at the way it sticks up! My God, what have you got in there?" He groaned as her fingertips danced over the outline of his hard cock. She smiled at him again. "Don't you want to slip your pants off? You can't be comfortable like this."
She watched him as he peeled his shirt and then his jeans off. Then she moved close to him and closed her hand around the shaft of his rampant prick. She squeezed his cock and they both watched as a glob of cockjuice oozed out of his pisshole.
"Ooooh, look at that," she said, "you're getting my hand wet."
"I can't help it, Mom."
"It's a lovely cock, honey. I didn't think you'd be so big. You're really a man, aren't you?"
He watched her long fingers, her red lacquered fingernails, as she stroked his foreskin slowly up and down over the flared rim of his cockhead.
After coming this far, she knew nothing could keep her from going on. The sight and feel of his throbbing cock, the juice leaking out of his pisshole, it was all too irresistible.
"Christ, Mom, I think I'm going to come."
"No, honey, not yet, not so soon." She quickly pulled her hand away and leaned over to kiss him. "Let's just play awhile. You can suck my nipples if you want. I love it when someone does that. And you can touch me all over. Come on, you haven't even looked at me. I'm sitting here completely naked, and my handsome son doesn't even care to look at me."
"I'm looking."
"Not at the place that counts." Her smile was teasing. She felt whorish as she opened her legs to show him her cunt, but the hot lust in his eyes made it worth it.
The boy gazed at her parted thighs, at the dark hairy lips of her cunt. "Oh, Jesus..."
"Touch it, honey. Put your hand on it. We've come this far and it's crazy to stop."
He slid one hand along a creamy thigh and into the damp heat of her crotch. She opened her thighs wider and purred encouragement as his fingers made contact with the fat lips of her pussy. She finally put her hand over his and showed him how she wanted to be touched. It wasn't long before he understood. "Like this, Mom?"
"Rub my clit, honey. Oh, yes, that's better. Right there. Now keep your fingers there while you suck one of my titties."
Her cunt was now a hot cauldron of boiling cunt juice, her pussy-cream streaming over his fingers in a steady flow.
Her mind was reeling with arousal now. She was at a fever pitch and it wasn't long before she had to have him. She groaned as she rolled over on her back, and then she pulled him on top of her, wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his iron-hard cock to stuff it inside her juice-drenched cunt.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck your mother, honey. Stick it in and fuck me!"
She came as soon as he lurched forward to bury the full length of his cock in her steaming cunt. She knew he wouldn't last long, not with his cock in her steaming cunt. She knew he wouldn't last long, not with his cock primed the way it was. After a half dozen strokes, his balls erupted, his thick jism gushing out of his prick to flood her cunthole. She held his ass and urged him to pump out the last drop. Then she kissed him, pushed her tongue in his mouth and told him how good it was.
Afterward Jerry turned away from her and buried his face in the pillow. "Jesus, Mom ..."
Fran wanted to assure him that everything was okay, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In a matter of minutes her life and his had changed forever. They'd gone from mother and son to lovers and committed the gravest sin of all. She wasn't a particularly religious woman, but she knew incest was wrong. Still, her first inclination was to comfort the boy. The last thing she wanted was to ruin his life.
"Darling, it's okay," she whispered, running a series of hot kisses over his shoulder.
He rolled over and faced her. "Honest, Mom?"
"Honest, darling."
After a moment he grinned. "Did I do okay?"
"You did wonderfully."
"Was I as good as Dad?"
She bit her lip. "Better," she smiled.
"Jesus, Mom, you're terrific."
She continued stroking him and after a while she found herself becoming aroused. She'd come when they'd fucked, but now she wanted more. She'd already committed the sin. How many times could God punish her for the same act?
"Would you like me to suck your cock, baby?
"Would you?" His eyes shone and he looked more like Charlie than ever.
"I'd love it," she said, taking his fucked-out prick in her hand and fondling it.
"I guess it's all played out," he snickered.
"Don't worry, I'll make it hard again," she said with a chuckle..
She stroked his foreskin up and down, squeezing his cockshaft, and when his cock began to stir she lowered her head and attacked it with her lips and tongue.
"Jesus, Mom, I can't believe you're sucking my cock!"
"We mustn't ever do this again."
"Why not?"
"Because it's wrong."
"If you're worried I'll tell someone, well, I won't."
"I'm not worried, honey."
"Jesus, Mom, you're sucking me so good!"
"I love you, darling."
"Would you lick my balls, Mom?"
She looked up at him and chuckled. "You're not so bashful any more, huh?"
"Well..."
Reluctantly releasing his cock from her mouth, she went to work on his balls.
The boy was right. They'd done it once so what did it really matter if they did it again on occasion. If Charlie had ever found out, he'd kill her, but she'd have to take the chance. Now that she'd had a taste of her oldest born, she didn't know if she'd be strong enough to give it up.
He had a tasty cock, and his nuts were delicious, too. She sniffed all over his ball-bag, buried her nose in it, nuzzled the pink sac and pushed the eggs inside back and forth. So many years had passed since she'd had her mouth on the cock and balls of a boy his age, she'd forgotten how nice it was, forgotten the fresh musky smell of teenaged cockmeat. He had a lovely pair of big heavy balls, the sac tight and pulled up under the base of his cock-shaft. She sucked his balls inside her mouth one after the other, rolled them around over her tongue and spit them out again.
Then she went to work on his cock again, this time kneeling between his thighs, pushing his legs wide apart to give herself room. She held his heavy nuts in one hand and worked her mouth over his fat cockhead, licking and sucking and pumping her mouth up and down the column of his prick.
My God, what a cock, she thought. She slipped her fingers under his balls and pressed his asshole with a fingertip. He groaned as she tickled and stroked his shitter. His cock was completely hard and throbbing again, twitching in her mouth.
Then suddenly he cried out and heaved his ass off the bed as the jism boiled out of his balls. She had her mouth on his cockhead and she kept it there, sucking hard, pulling the thick spunk out of his pisshole, swallowing and gulping as he shot his enormous load down her throat.
Lord, what a lovely mouthful, she thought, thick and hot and gluey. You wouldn't think he could come so much after having already given her a package in her pussy. But, of course, he was only eighteen and he could make enough jism to drown her in it. That's what she wanted.
She wanted to drown in his jism, suck it and eat it and drown in it. God help me, she thought, I'm in love with my own son!
Chapter 3
Fran was glad when Charlie went on the road. She met a new man and began a torrid affair. Everything went well for two weeks, but then Jerry started a fight with him and he never called again.
She tried to talk to Jerry about the problem of other men in her life. She sat down with him one Saturday morning and told him she wanted to remarry some day.
"If you keep scaring men away, I'll be a noose around your neck when I'm an old lady."
He flushed and gazed at her tits. "No, you won't."
"Jerry, my face is here." She touched her cheek.
"Yeah, I know," he said, but continued gazing at her tits.
She shifted around in her chair. "Jerry, darling, you have to realize that some day your father and I will both probably marry others."
"I don't much care what he does."
She felt her pussy tingle. "You love your father, don't you?"
"Sure." He sat with his legs wide-spread and Fran noticed the hard-looking bulge in his crotch.
She trembled slightly. "You've got to make me a promise, Jerry."
"Yeah, what is it?" He hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and cocked an eyebrow sexily.
"You've got to promise you won't make trouble the next time I meet a man."
"Mom, when are we going to fuck again?" His eyes bore into her. She hadn't been prepared for the question.
"Soon, darling, soon," she murmured.
He patted the mass between his legs. "I'm horny as hell, Mom."
"That's another thing," she said.
He grinned now and continued rubbing his crotch. "What?"
"You should go out more with girls your own age."
"Okay, anything you say."
"Stop doing that!" she snapped.
She fought back tears. The boy was driving her crazy, rubbing his hard bulge that way. There was just so much a woman could take. He moved his hands to his sides and straightened up in his chair.
"You want me to see girls my age, I'll see girls my age," he said. "Don't be mad, Mom."
She tried to compose herself. "I didn't mean to lose my temper, darling. But you have to understand that the world frowns on what we did."
He bent over and spoke more softly. "Mom, what we did was beautiful. You're not sorry, are you?"
She shook her head. "Not really."
"Girls my age bore me," he said. "All they ever think about is getting married and having babies."
"All women are like that."
"You're not," he grinned.
"Oh, Jerry, be serious. I'm your mother."
"You're a woman too and you're different from girls my age in lots of other ways."
She knew she was being silly, but she wanted to hear the compliment. "How am I different, darling?"
"You know what I mean. You're different in bed."
She became flustered. "You mean when we...?"
"Yeah, when we fucked."
"Jerry, must you always use that word?"
"It's a good word, Mom. Anyway, it was real different with you than it is with girls my age." He stared openly at her tits. "You're built better and you sure know how to do it."
Fran felt her face grow hot. "Well, experience can't be beat. In any case, honey, I want you to see more of girls your own age. God knows they used to hang around here enough."
"The girls in my class go with older guys."
"Stop creating problems where none exist. Find girls a couple of years younger. Isn't that the norm, dating girls a year or two younger? Anyway, just don't depend on me so much, darling. I loved making love ... uh, fucking with you. But we can't do it too often. It wouldn't be right." Her mouth watered for his cock while she spoke. How she wanted to drop to her knees in front of him and unzip his fly.
"I'd sure like to fuck you now!" he hissed.
She rose to her feet at the exact moment he stood up. They bumped into each other and before she knew it they were kissing.
"Jerry, you stop that now," she said breathlessly when she broke the kiss. "It's Saturday. Promise me you'll make a date for tonight with a young girl."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her against him. "I promise, Mom," he said, nuzzling her neck.
She wanted to pull away from him, to pull away and prevent anything happening again between them, but the feel of his firm young body against hers crumbled her resolve. Instead of pulling away, she pressed closer, reveling in the feel of his cock against her belly. She trembled as she remembered the lovely fuck they'd had. All right, I'm helpless, she thought. We've started this thing and there's nothing I can do about it.
She rubbed from side to side against his hard cock. "I can feel how stiff you are."
"I'm hot, Mom."
"Want to take a shower with me?"
He chuckled. "Will you scrub my back?"
"I'll scrub more than your back, you bet I will." She slipped her hand between their bodies and squeezed the outline of his prick. "Oh, baby, that feels big. Let's get it out. I suppose it can't do any harm if I just suck it a little before we get in the shower. But promise not to come, okay?"
She pulled his zipper down, slid her hand inside his fly and brought his meaty cock out. For a while she just stroked it, looking down at it as her fingers worked his foreskin back and forth over his bloated cockhead. The sight of the fat knob of his prick, reddish purple and already leaking juice at his pisshole, turned her on. She squeezed a glob of juice out of his slit and then brought her fingers to her mouth to taste him.
Unable to resist the urge any longer, she dropped to her knees on the floor and capped the knob of his prick with her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, that's good, Mom."
"You like it, huh?"
"You bet I do."
She'd always been good at sucking cock, but when she had a big juicy prick like this in her hands she was even better. His cock turned her on. With some men it was the man that turned her on and not the cock, but with Jerry it was his lusty prick.
She licked his cock up and down, wetting his cockshaft, enjoying the taste of his cockmeat. Then she took his knob in her mouth again and fucked his prick by pumping her lips up and down his cock. She did it carefully in order to avoid bringing him off, and before long she had to stop when she realized he was at the point of no return.
"That's enough," she said, rising to her feet.
"Oh, Jesus..."
"You're on the edge, aren't you, baby? That's okay, we'll fix it later. Come on, let's hurry and get in the shower."
He joined her in the bathroom. She turned the water on and adjusted it to the proper temperature and then they stepped into the shower. They stood close together and let the spray cascade over their bodies.
After a while she pulled away from the spray, and she lifted the soap off the dish. "Turn around, honey."
He turned his back to her. She began lathering up his shoulders and back and gradually worked her way down to his ass. When she reached his asscheeks, she stayed there. That was where she wanted to be anyway. She was afraid to touch his cock for fear of making him shoot off, but it was just as much fun to play with his ass.
She squeezed and fondled his asscheeks and slipped her soapy fingers inside his asscrack. After a while he groaned when she pushed a finger at the tight ring of his asshole and slipped it inside.
"Does that feel nice, honey?"
"It feels funny."
"But your cock likes it, doesn't it? Look how hard your prick is."
Once again she was afraid of making him shoot his load. One push too many against his prostate gland and he'd blow his wad against the wall. She pulled her finger out of his ass and made him turn around.
"Now you can soap me up," she said.
He lathered her tits slowly, rubbing soap over her stiff nipples and along the underside of her tits. She thought how strange it was to be standing here in the shower with her own son washing her body like this. Charlie never did it that much when they were living together and now that he was out of the house she was never in the shower with him. She'd forgotten how nice it could be. She loved the feel of Jerry's hands on her tits.
"You like my tits, don't you, honey?"
"I love them, Mom."
"Wash the soap off and suck them awhile. I guess I'm getting hot playing with you like this."
She helped him get the soap off her tits. When he lowered his head to suck her nipples, she slipped a hand down to her pussy and fingered herself. She held the tit for him, lifted her nipple to his sucking lips as she rubbed her cut back and forth. He sucked her tits one after the other, and then his mouth was moving down over her belly to her cunt mound. He knelt in the tub and pressed his face against her cunt bush.
She chuckled and ran her fingers over his ears. Then she lifted one leg, planted her foot on the edge of the tub and opened her pussy to his mouth. "Go on, baby, I'm not soapy yet. Lick it a little."
He was a good lover. She could tell, by the way he licked her pussy that he liked doing it. Standing in the shower like this was not the best way to have her pussy sucked, but with Jerry doing it, she didn't care. She quivered with excitement.
Finally she convinced him they ought to finish washing and get out of the shower. As soon as they stepped out of the shower stall and onto the bath mat, they started giggling and drying each other with two large towels. His cock looked about to explode and she decided she couldn't wait any more. Sinking to her knees, she closed her mouth over his swollen cockhead and began jacking his cockshaft with her fingers. It took about a dozen seconds, and then he suddenly made a croaking sound and started spurting in her mouth. It was a heavy load, just what she'd been hoping for, thick and hot and enough of it to roll around over her teeth and really get the feeling that she'd had her tonsils sprayed. She sucked every drop she could get out of his balls, squeezed his heavy nuts and milked him dry and then licked her lips clean.
"You poor baby, you needed to come so bad, didn't you?" she said.
The boy could manage no more than a groan in reply.
She led him into the bedroom after that. She made him promise he'd try to get a date for that night with a girl his own age. He had to promise he'd begin going out more and not spend so much time mooning around after her.
It all sounded right to Fran, but in her heart she dreaded knowing he might soon be fucking some little slip of a girl. Sucking him off was as exciting as fucking him, but she was dying to fuck him again. And she would, one day, she would.
Later that evening Fran sat in the den watching television. Patty was upstairs in her room and Jerry was on the phone in his room, supposedly making dates for the coming week.
Fran was bored. The movie wasn't very interesting and she switched it off. It was too early to go to sleep, but she felt lonely. She decided to go up to her room and take a nice hot bubble bath.
When she arrived in her room, she stripped naked and wrapped herself in a thick robe. She walked barefoot to the big bathroom down the hall, but when she passed Patty's room, the door was open slightly so she paused.
When she gazed inside, her blood froze. The lights were on, and Patty was stretched out on her bed with Jerry.
Brother and sister were fully dressed, but there was something intimate and perverse about the situation. Fran fought the urge to barge in on them. She stood in the shadows of the hall and listened to them talk.
"Does mom really want you fucking around more?" Patty giggled.
"Yeah, with girls my age," he said.
Patty rested her head on one arm and leaned over her older brother. Her long blonde hair brushed his tee-shirt and Fran's heart raced. She looked so adorable and sexy. And Jerry looked so horny.
Maybe it had been a mistake to make Jerry promise he'd see younger girls. She certainly hadn't had his sister in mind. But it had been her idea. How could she object now?
She knew that she ought to walk right in and order Jerry to get up off her bed. But so far the teenagers were just talking. She had no way of knowing what would follow unless she stayed in the hall and watched. Maybe they were just having an innocent talk. Her oldest and youngest had always been close.
Now she listened as Patty giggled.
"Mom might hear us," she said.
At the mention of her name, Fran listened harder.
Jerry snickered. He hovered over his sister, and Fran's blood ran cold when Jerry touched Patty's tits through her sweater.
"She's watching one of those movies she likes," he said. "And besides she thinks I'm in my room calling girls."
"You don't think she knows we do it, do you?"
"No, she doesn't know." He lowered his face to her tits and pressed his lips against her lush teenage mounds.
So this has been going on right before my eyes! Fran thought. She felt her knees grow weak, and she leaned against the wall to keep from falling.
In the rush of feelings and emotions that engulfed her, Fran realized she was being hard on the boy. And she realized she was jealous of her own daughter too. In the scheme of things, was what the youngsters were doing so wrong? She herself had committed the sin of incest. Who was she to talk of others? And yet Patty was so young.
Let it go now, Fran thought. Don't do anything now, just let it go. She pulled herself away from the crack in the door and continued down the hall to the bathroom.
Chapter 4
A week later Fran was still traumatized by her discovery. Maybe Patty and Jerry were doing nothing more serious than petting. Making out, as teenagers called it. But in her heart she knew they were doing more. Jerry was almost a man. Once a boy began having sex regularly, there was no way he could be satisfied with less.
Now Fran sat before her dressing table mirror and ran her hands over her thighs as she thought about her children. To add to her confusion, only the day before she had come upon Peter, her younger son, masturbating in his room.
She'd watched him only for a short time, but the memory lingered. Again and again she relived the picture of her youngest son jerking off and it excited her every time.
The boy had been stretched out on his back on his bed, totally naked. He had pumped his prick while he looked at a magazine.
Fran had been amazed at the size of his cock. There was no doubt about it. The men in her family all had incredible equipment.
Now she reached inside the crotch of her panties and moved her fingers over her pussy. As usual she was horny. As she softly rubbed her swollen clit, she recalled the sight of Peter's prick and balls. She seemed to be cock-crazy lately, always thinking about pricks, especially the pricks of her boys. Not a day went by without thinking about Jerry, and now she had Peter to think about too.
She finally left the bench in front of the dressing table and moved to the bed. Her panties were already soaked with cunt-juice, and she couldn't wear them any more. She slipped them off and stretched out on the bed to finish whacking off. The end came quickly as she furiously rubbed the meat of her pussy with her palm.
She lay back exhausted, her breathing ragged. She wanted Peter. She wanted him as a woman wants a man and by God she was determined to have him.
But how? She continued masturbating as she planned her next move. Since she hadn't remarried for the sake of the children and since it was obvious all three were sexually active, why not meet her own strong sexual needs through her boys?
She tried not to think about Patty as she masturbated. The girl was too much for her. She decided to discuss the teenager with Charlie when he returned from the road. He was always able to talk to Patty in a way that she couldn't.
When Fran heard a door slam nearby, she reluctantly rose from the bed and slipped into a robe. Who could it be? The children were in school and Charlie wasn't due back for a week. She peeked into the hall, but saw no one.
On an impulse she knocked on Patty's door. There was no answer, so she returned to her own bedroom and proceeded to dress. It must have been my imagination, she thought.
She had a blind date for lunch and didn't want to be late. His name was Howard Foster and he was a well-known lawyer in town. He was a few years younger than she, but had never been married. Her neighbor, Laura Benson, had arranged the date and cautioned Fran not to bring him home to meet the children until they had had at least a dozen dates.
Unhooking her bra, she slipped it off, lifted her soiled panties from the chair and tossed them both in the laundry basket. She looked at her naked body in the mirror behind the bedroom door. She still looked good. Some people might say she was a woman in her prime. Her tits were shapely and big enough to satisfy any man. They sagged a little without a bra, but not much, and after having three children she couldn't complain.
Jerry certainly seemed to love her tits. She hefted them in her hands now, delighting in the smoothness of her skin. She rubbed her nipples, smiling as the long nubs stiffened in response.
She pulled a few things from the closet and started to dress. She changed her mind half a dozen times, returning things to the closet to try something else, but finally she settled on what she thought was an outfit sexy enough for a date and subdued enough to be respectable. She chose sheer black underwear, so sheer her cunt bush could be seen clearly. She slipped on a thin black garter belt and dark grey nylons. She doubted she'd be undressing for anyone today, but it made her feel sexy to wear seductive lingerie and she liked the feeling.
She passed a good ten minutes surveying her image in the mirror, looking at the curves of her ass, the bulge of her tits, the long lines of her legs in dark nylon. You look good enough to eat, she thought. Then she thought of Jerry eating her pussy and she decided that if they ever had sex again she would teach him a few things.
An hour later, when she walked into the dimly lit restaurant and was greeted by Howard Foster, she was pleasantly surprised. He seemed nice. But after they ordered drinks and chatted a while, she lost interest. He seemed more interested in talking about his business affairs and she found him boring.
They had an elegant lunch, but she told him she was busy when he asked her to dinner the following evening.
Later, in the taxi going home, she searched her soul for the reason she refused him. She couldn't lie to herself. She'd never been able to do that. She was turned on to her sons and had lost interest in other men. Howard Foster was a good-looking man. And he was very pleasant. But her mind was on Jerry and Peter. Even going to bed with Charlie didn't interest her anymore. No, it was those two teenaged boys she'd given birth to who turned her on.
What's going to become of me? she thought as the taxi pulled up to the house.
She found a note in the kitchen from Jerry. He had taken Patty to a softball game and they'd be home late. She wasn't taken in by the note. She suspected the teens were off somewhere making out.
With a tired sigh, she began fixing dinner. If nothing else, there was still Peter to think of. The boy had a ravenous appetite.
The thought of Peter set her cunt churning. She decided to go all out with dinner and proceeded to fix his favorite meal of spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread.
By the time the boy returned home from school, the meat sauce was bubbling on the stove and she was slicing a huge Italian bread.
Peter dropped his books on the counter and kissed her cheek. He grinned when he saw the meatballs piled on a dish and waiting to be placed in the sauce pot to cook.
"Spaghetti and meatballs," he said.
"I think it might be just you and me for dinner, honey, but we'll have a feast."
Dinner was still hours away so the boy fixed himself a snack and sat down to wolf it down. Fran smiled at her youngest son. He was more laid back than Jerry, but in many ways sweeter.
She made herself some instant coffee and sat down. "I had a blind date for lunch."
Peter's face didn't change expression. "Did he taste good?" he said.
Fran giggled. She was very open with her children about dating, but never discussed her sex life with them.
"Never mind about that," she said.
The boy flushed. "Hey, Mom, I didn't mean it that way."
"I know you didn't, honey."
He chomped on a cookie and Fran sipped her coffee. "Laura told me not to bring him home to meet you kids until I'd had a dozen dates with him."
"Oh, yeah?" He looked bored. Peter left it to Jerry to break up their mother's romances.
"Yes, but it won't be necessary," she said. "I didn't like him." Peter poured himself more milk and said nothing. "Peter, dear, I have a personal question to ask you."
"Yeah?" He stuffed the last cookie into his mouth.
"Peter ..." She stopped. She couldn't go on. It was just too embarrassing to ask the boy if he was a virgin.
"What do you want to know?" he said.
She moistened her lips and found herself starting at his crotch. "You're growing up, honey."
"Do you want to know if I've still got my cherry?" Of all her children, Peter took after her in his bluntness.
A wave of relief soared through her. "That's what I wanted to know."
"I-I did it a few times," he muttered, lowering his eyes.
"You don't seen too happy about it."
"It wasn't any big deal."
Fran was disturbed. A boy his age ought to be more enthusiastic about girls and sex. She moved close to him, put he arms around him and kissed his cheek. "Maybe the girls were just too inexperienced. Is that possible?"
He shrugged. "Sure."
When she stepped back, she noticed his eyes glued to her tits. She smiled at him. "Sometimes boys are bored by girls because the girls their own age are not fully developed. Do you know what I mean?"
"I guess so."
"What I mean is sometimes boys like big tits. They like a woman's body and not so much a girl's body. Do you like big tits, honey?"
She stood there with her shoulders pulled back, and when he raised his eyes from her tits and looked at her face, she held his gaze until she they both laughed.
"You're making fun of me, Mom."
"No, I'm not. Would you like to touch?"
"Touch?"
She smiled at him. Grabbing his hands, she pulled them up to her tits and held them there. "I mean touch like this. You've been standing there like a hungry puppy. Go on, feel my tits, like it."
"Jesus, Mom..."
"Go on, honey, I want you to."
He ran his eager hands over her tits, and then finally she chuckled and kissed him and pushed him away. She felt giddy. She turned down the burner under the spaghetti sauce to low and then she moved to him again.
"Make believe I'm one of your girls," she murmured, scrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
He automatically placed his hands around her waist and returned the kiss. "Jesus, Mom, I'll do whatever you want."
She whispered in his ear: "I saw you masturbating the other day. I didn't mean to spy on you, but the door was open and I couldn't help looking."
"Oh, Christ, I'm sorry, Mom..."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. It's exciting for a woman to watch that, you know. It turned me on. It's turning me on now just thinking about it."
The boy grinned nervously. "Jesus, Mom..."
She dropped to her knees and pressed her cheek against his fly. She felt his cock stir inside the stiff denim of his jeans as she ran her hands up and down his outer thighs. She inhaled his boyish fragrance and rose unsteadily to her feet.
Lifting his hands, she moved them over her chest. "Do you like feeling my tits?"
He groaned. "Sure."
He pinched her nipples through the silk of her blouse.
"You can feel them all you want, honey," she said, kissing his lips lightly. "Oh, darling, we're going to have our own party! Won't that be fun? Would you like to undress me? I'll let you do it, but first I'd like to see that lovely dick you're hiding down there. Lord, how stiff it feels! Come on, baby, unzip and bring it out. Show Mother what you've got."
Her face flushed as one watched him unzip his fly and pull his prick out of his pants. His long pink cock looked as hard as iron, but his foreskin still covered his cock-knob.
"Oh, that's lovely," she said. "Skin it back, honey. Show me on the head."
A quiver ran through her as he curled his hand around his cockshaft and pulled his foreskin back to uncover his swollen cockhead.
"God, what a gorgeous prick," she said, her eyes glittering and her voice soft with passion. "Just let it hang like that, baby. It turns me on to see it dangle like that out of your pants. Would you like to undress me now? Maybe I better do it myself, the hooks on this dress aren't so easy."
With his hard cock sticking out of his pants like a pink sausage, the boy watched her as she quickly stripped her clothes off. When she was down to her garter belt and nylons, she asked him if he wanted her to leave them on. She smiled when he nodded, quivered at the hot lust in his eyes. She lifted her tits in her hands and ruffled her cunt bush with her fingers. She fought back the urge to fuck him right here. She wanted him on a bed.
"Let's go upstairs," she said, her hands squeezing her tits.
He nodded and followed her. She climbed the stairs in front of him, her lush ass weaving in front of his face. When she reached the top step, he suddenly put his hands on her thighs to stop her. She chuckled as she felt his wet lips on her asscheeks. He kissed one asscheek and then the other, and then she groaned as he pressed his mouth inside her asscrack.
Leaning forward a bit, she reached back to pull her asscheeks open. "Oh, you little devil! Is that what you want, honey?"
She expected him to lick her cunt from the back, certainly something adventurous for a boy his age. But what she got instead was a warm wet tongue on her asshole. The first touch brought a squeal out of her, but after that she did not more than moan softly as she held herself motionless. He lapped her asshole, but he made no attempt to stick his tongue inside. After a while she pulled her ass away and told him she couldn't take it any more, she had to lie down.
"You're making me crazy," she gasped. "Come on, baby, come in the bedroom where we'll be comfortable."
She stretched out on the bed and watched him undress. He peeled his clothes off quickly, tossing everything on a chair, his eyes hot as he looked at her. She looked back at him with her legs spread open to show him her pussy. He was lean and firmly muscled and his young body turned her on. When he came onto the bed, she pulled him into her arms and ran her hands over his back and ass.
"You're gorgeous," she whispered in his ear. "I love your muscles and this hard little ass. Touch my pussy, honey. Don't be afraid, it's nice for me when you touch it."
When his hand slipped down, his little finger sliding in her cunt bush, she pumped her crotch in response. He kissed her and groaned. "I love you, Mom!"
"And I love you too, baby. Would you like to fuck me now? I can see you're ready for it. Come on, honey, get between my legs and stick it in."
She spread her legs wide as he climbed over her. She curled her fingers around his throbbing cockshaft, pulled his cockhead into the socket of her cunthole. The boy instinctively pushed forward to drive his prick inside her steaming cunt-channel.
"Oh, yes!" she cried out. "That's it, honey! Fuck me!"
Like a young lusty stallion, he stroked his cock in and out of her cunt. Each plunge sent shivers and thrills shooting through her body. After a while he supported his weight on his elbows in order to free his hands to grab her tits. He lowered his head to suck her nipples, whipped the nubs with his tongue as his cock continued to slide in and out of her , juice-drenched pussy.
She loved it. She closed her eyes and let the waves of delirium wash over her. The feel of his young cock pumping in and out of her cunt blew her mind. Fuck me, Jerry! she thought. Then she realized it wasn't Jerry who was fucking her but Peter. What difference did it make? Jerry or Peter, it was all the same, just the incredibly lovely feel of a young randy cock sliding in and out of her spasming cunt. When the boy finally came, she gripped his ass and hissed, slamming her cunt at his prick to drain his balls.
Chapter 5
When Charlie returned from the road, he went straight to Fran's. He sent the kids out to a movie and pulled her into her bedroom.
"Charlie, we've got to talk," she said.
He took her into his arms and leaned over to kiss her. "I'm horny. Let's fuck first and then talk."
"For God's sake, stop that!" she hissed. "It's important that we talk now."
He began kissing her insistently, his lips demanding and hot.
"I can't stop," he mumbled, his lips sucking on her neck. "My balls are turning purple."
Despite herself, Fran giggled. "What happened on the road? You usually get plenty while you're traveling."
They sat on the edge of the bed and he tried to push her down on her back. Although she was becoming excited, Frank was determined to talk before the inevitable lovemaking.
"I can't help it," he said. "When I get near you, I become a fucking animal."
She giggled, trembling with desire. At least he's turning me on, she thought. She had been afraid that only her sons had the ability to across her.
Now Charlie moved his lips from her mouth to her chin and throat and then to her cleavage. She no longer struggled. As he kissed her throat, he unzipped the back of her dress and tried to unhook her bra.
"Okay, let me up and I'll undress," she said.
"I'll do it."
"Charlie, where did this great passion come from?"
He planted erotic little kisses over her face and ears and hair as he pulled her dress down to her shoulders.
"The broads and this trip were nowhere," he said.
"So you come back to your ex-wife all horny," she said, trying to sit up.
"Don't do that, babe," he said. "I want to kiss your tits."
"Fuck you!" she hissed, but she lay still as he yanked her bra off.
"You've still got the tastiest tits in town," he said.
She felt her pussy turn to molten lava. Her dress was bunched up around her waist and she caressed his hair as he kissed and licked her tits.
"You can talk while I eat," he said.
"I can't talk about serious things while we make love."
He worked on her nipples until they were stiff. She decided not to talk to him about the children. What could she say, anyway? That she had fucked both of their sons and was almost positive that Jerry was fucking Patty? No, it was better if Charlie stayed out of it. Things were confusing enough around the house.
Suddenly he released her, and a surge of disappointment raged through her.
"Okay, I guess you've got something on your mind," he said. "We'll finish up after you tell me what's going on."
"Now that I'm turned on, let's fuck first."
Charlie reached for a cigarette and lit it. He stretched out on the bed and blew a smoke ring. "No, you'll nag me to death if I don't let you talk."
"Oh, damn you!" she said, flopping onto her belly and reaching for the cigarette.
He lit another one and Fran cleared her throat. She took a deep breath.
"So?" he said, inhaling the smoke. "What was so important that your mind wasn't on my prick?"
"It's Patty."
"Patty?"
"Yes, darling, that sexy little blonde whose getting too old to wrestle with her father, but who still climbs onto his lap at every opportunity." She glanced at Charlie.
He grinned. "She's just a kid. What's the harm?"
"Have you seen her figure lately?"
He rolled his eyes. "Have I?"
"It's disgusting to make jokes about your own daughter's figure."
"The kid's built," he said.
"She's fully developed. She's a woman, almost. You really shouldn't play with her as if she was still a child."
Charlie reached for her, but she shoved his arm away.
"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" he said. "My balls are still killing me."
"That's not all I wanted to talk about. Do you think I'd make such a big deal about that?"
Charlie lit another cigarette and sighed. He tried to adjust his shorts through his pants. "Jesus, I just know they're turning blue."
She slapped his hand. "Charlie, can't you just once think about something other than your balls?"
"Yeah, I can think about my cock, which, incidentally, has gone down, thanks to you."
"I think I can get it up again."
"Don't be so cocky."
"Oh, really? Who can get your cock up better than me?"
He reached for her again. Her tits wobbled as she sat up. She decided not to tell him about finding Jerry in Patty's bed. One thing could lead to another and he might discover her secret. No, it was better to leave things alone.
She took his cock out and began manipulating it.
"Well, what's so important to talk about?" he said.
"To tell the truth, I forgot. Actually you were right. It was mostly about Patty and you feeling around. She's growing up, Charlie. She's got the bust of a woman and she's a flirt. But I think maybe I'm making too big a deal out of it."
"You're damn right you are. Come on, I'll eat your cunt awhile and after that we'll fuck. You like that idea?"
"Sounds fine to me."
He crouched in front of her on his knees and pushed her legs apart.
"Let's get your panties off," he said. "Come on, lift that sweet ass and help me."
She raised her hips, and he peeled her panties down over her ass and off her legs. She raised her knees and spread them wide to offer him her gaping cunt. Her pussy was hot and juicy and she knew the smell of it was filling his nose. Charlie loved eating pussy and she knew she'd get a few good orgasms before he fucked her.
"Christ, what a cunt!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to suck your brains out. Would you like that?"
"Do it, Charlie. Don't talk as much, just do it."
He ran his fingers over the insides of her thighs. She felt his warm breath on her pussy, on her swollen cuntlips and turgid clit. She loved watching a man while he ate her cunt, watching his mouth and nose burrowing in there in her bush.
He pulled her cuntlips apart. He teased the shaft of her clit and blew his hot breath on her clit-head. She wiggled her ass and gasped at the first touch of his soft tongue. His hands clutching her asscheeks, he fluttered his tongue all over her oozing cunt until he brought a moan out of her throat.
Then he moved in, pressed his mouth were firmly against her cuntmeat. He flapped his tongue up and down between her clit and cunt-hole, and then slithered it inside the hole to suck her juices.
She loved it. She closed her eyes and focused her attention on the feel of his thick tongue working in and out of her cunthole. She loved the way he tongue-fucked her pussy. Charlie was a marvelous cunt-lapper and it wasn't long before the first tremors of her climax arrived. She quivered and shuddered and groaned as she came. She grabbed his ears, rubbed his face up and down her oozing pussy and pumped her spasming cunt at his mouth.
Charlie finally pulled his face away, wiped his mouth with the back of his hands and smiled. "I hardly even touched your clit."
"Then do it now."
"You mean you want more?"
He teased her, but after a moment he swooped down on her cunt again, this time fastening his lips on her clit. He sucked and licked her joy-button until she went wild. The first orgasm had been good, but the second was better. She groaned and heaved, lifting her ass off the bed as she punched her pussy at his face. He held on, bobbing his head between her thighs, making snorting noises as he vigorously sucking her drooling pussy.
Afterward they fucked. Charlie shot off a heavy load in her cunt, but the orgasm she had wasn't as good as the first two. She realized with a shock that when it came to fucking, the boys were better. Charlie was good at sucking pussy, but he no longer turned her on the way he used to.
If Charlie noticed that anything was wrong, he gave no indication. He left before the children returned, and she stayed in bed and read until she heard the front door slam.
She rose up from the bed and slipped into a robe. She went to the door and stood at the top of the stairs. It was Jerry, alone, and she shivered with excitement.
"Where are Patty and Peter?" she said.
"They stayed for the second feature."
Fran followed him into his room and took him into her arms.
"My big strong boy," she murmured. He looked into her eyes. His eyes were as innocent and sweet, she hesitated. "Was the movie good?"
"It was okay." He tried to kiss her, but she backed away before his lips touched hers.
"What's the matter, Mom?"
"It's not that I don't want you to kiss me, darling," she said.
"Then why'd you push me away?"
"It's just that I don't want to ruin you for girls your own age."
"Jesus, Mom, what we do is great. It's got nothing to do with girls."
"Maybe you're right. Life is so short that maybe we should just give vent to our feelings when we have them."
He grinned and moved closer. He pulled her against him, and her robe parted. She still felt the stickiness of Charlie's jizz between her thighs.
"Let's fuck, Mom."
"Lord, the way you talk."
"We've done it already, so what's the difference?" He cupped her tits and raised the heavy globes. "Will you do something for me, Mom?"
"What's that?"
"I'd like to fuck you in the ass."
A quiver ran through her. Yes, she would let him. Just the idea of it blew her mind.
"If you want," she said quietly.
The boy was surprised by the softness in her voice. He'd expected her to throw a fit, yet here she was agreeing to do it like it was nothing.
Fran was excited by the idea of having his cock in her ass. She could almost feel it in there already and it made her wriggle her hips.
They went to her bed. They climbed onto the bed completely naked and he began kissing her body.
She moaned as he ran his lips over her belly and slipped his fingers into the wet gash of her cunt. Charlie's jism was still in there, but if Jerry could tell the difference he didn't seem to care.
He fingerfucked her cunthole awhile, pistoning his fingers in and out with a slurping noise. She humped her pussy at his hand, grinding her ass on the mattress and making cooing sounds of pleasure. '
"God, I'm so wet," she said with a chuckle. "It doesn't turn you off, does it, honey?"
"I like it."
"Really? Your fingers feel marvelous. You can use some of the juice to wet my asshole, if you want."
He slipped his finger out of her cunthole and moved it down to her asshole. He rubbed the tight ring a moment, then he slowly pushed his finger inside her ass.
"Ohhhhhh, baby ... that's good!" she moaned as his finger began to fuck her asshole.
Jerry could feel the tight grip of her ass on his finger and it made him wild with lust. He thought of how marvelous it would be to have his cock in there. He could feel all the way inside her shit-tube, but the only tight place seemed to be at the ring of her asshole. Her shitter would grip his cock tightly like the fingers of a hand.
He finally pulled his finger out of her ass. "I'm ready, Mom."
"You can do it this way, honey. It's just as nice as coming in from behind, and this way we can look at each other while we do it. Just slip a pillow under my ass to get me at the right height."
The boy trembled with excitement. He loved her for being as understanding about his lack of experience. He gazed passionately at her lush body, at her hairy crotch, at the brown winking eye of her asshole now glistening with cunt-juice and waiting for his cock.
After they had the pillow under her ass, Fran playfully wiggled her ass and coaxed him to get started. She was dying for it by now. She watched him position his cockhead on her asshole and push forward. She pushed back, opening her ass to help him, and in a moment the knob of his prick spread the elastic ring of her shitter and slipped inside.
She groaned, a deep groan of wild pleasure, and the sound of it spurred him forward.
She lay facing him with her legs pulled back to her tits, and, as he slowly pushed his cock into her ass, he realized it was almost like fucking her cunt. Her ass was much tighter, of course, her shit-tube holding his cockshaft along its entire length. When he had all of his cock buried inside her ass, he rested a moment with his balls dangling against her asscheeks.
Fran was in heaven. She hadn't had her ass fucked this way in ages. The boy had a huge cock and it packed her shitter. There was really nothing to beat the full feeling of a cock inside her body. She always felt more with her ass than with her cunt, and she suspected other women did too.
Sliding a hand over her belly, she found her clit and began rubbing it. The boy started fucking her ass, slowly thrusting his cock in and out, his eyes glued to the stretched ring of her asshole.
Fran was soon moaning steadily from the pleasure of it. Jerry humped her with more force now, driving his cock deep inside her ass and then pulling out slowly.
Oh, God, what a fuck! she thought. She was wide open now, her ass a hot hole begging to be filled by his cock. She pushed two fingers inside her juice-drenched cunt and started to come. The juices gushed around her fingers as she fucked them in and out alongside his thrusting cock.
When Jerry saw his mother coming, he began pumping his cock harder. Her ass felt hot and tight, and it didn't take long for him to feel the beginning of a climax. It was like a fire spreading from his balls to his cock and through his belly. He fucked with a fury, no longer caring whether he hurt her, his mind focused only on the feel of his sliding cock in her gripping ass.
Then his jism exploded out of his prick. He kept pumping her, spurting in her ass, his head thrown back and his chest heaving as he shot off.
When it was over, he collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock remained captured inside her asshole, and it wasn't until much later that it slipped out of her gaping shithole.
Chapter 6
"Down here in the laundry room, Daddy?" Patty squealed. "Are we really going to do it down here?"
Fran's blood ran cold. She almost dropped the plastic hamper full of dirty clothes as she struggled not to fall down the few remaining steps to the basement. She had been on her way to the laundry room when she heard voices. And now this. Despite her talk with Charlie, here he was in the laundry room with his arms wrapped around his teenaged daughter.
Fran steadied herself and walked the final few steps into the basement. Moving slowly, she removed her shoes and hid behind the boiler. Her heart was pounding as she peered into the laundry room.
Patty was seated on top of the dryer. Charlie stood in front of her, his arms around her waist and his face pressed against the girl's tits.
"If we're going to do it," Charlie said, "we better do it down here where your mother won't find us."
"She hasn't done laundry yet this week," the teenaged blonde warned him.
"She's out," Charlie said, his voice muffled against his daughter's tits. "I saw her go to Laura's."
It was true. Fran had told Charlie she was going to Laura's. But it had been a ploy. Even carrying the hamper full of dirty laundry was a ploy. She'd suspected for some time that something was going on between Charlie and Patty and she was determined to find out what it was.
She'd left for Laura's and then tiptoed back into the house. She saw Charlie follow Patty down the stairs and she picked up the basket, waited for a few minutes, then followed.
Now Charlie had one hand on the girl's tits and one under her skirt. Patty squealed with excitement and Fran saw her clamp her thighs around her father's hand.
"Daddy, I love you," she giggled.
Charlie felt around under the teenager's skirt. "I love you too, baby."
Patty hugged him. "Mom would give us both hell if she ever found out."
"She wouldn't understand, honey, but what we're doing is good for you." He bent over and extended his tongue toward her tits.
"How, Daddy? Besides it feeling good, how's it good for me?"
"It'll teach you how to make love with a man. When you grow up and get married, you'll know what to expect from your husband."
Outside the small room, Fran trembled with rage. The rat! He's talking to her like he'd talk to some bimbo he picked up.
She fought back the impulse to rush in and put a stop to the lewd scene. But she didn't. It was partly because she knew she had no right being angry at Charlie. She'd been fucking her boys for months. But Patty was a girl and there was still a difference between the sexes. And she was younger, even though she was physically mature. But girls were more mature than boys of the same age. That had to be considered too. In truth what Charlie was doing wasn't any worse than what she was doing. Fran had to face that fact.
She knew that part of her reaction was old-fashioned jealousy. She didn't crave Charlie sexually any more, but she still loved him in her own way.
Now she listened hard as her daughter spoke. "Daddy, I love when you fuck me."
Charlie moved his hands to her ass and lifted her up off the dryer. "You're a very good pupil, honey. "
"Am I as good as Mom?"
"Let's leave your mother out of this."
Fran smiled.
"It's not too comfortable up here," Patty said.
"We've got no choice today, baby."
"But if Mom went to Laura's..."
"She might come back and if we don't have any warning she might find us."
Fran heard the teenaged girl sigh. "I think Mom's jealous of me."
Charlie snickered. "I wouldn't be a bit surprised."
Fran shivered when she saw him slip his hand inside the crotch of Patty's panties. "You're wet as rain, honey. Dripping wet."
"That's because you make me so hot, Daddy."
Listening to them speak made Fran break out in a cold sweat. Her cunt lubricated heavily and she squeezed her thighs together.
"I need your cock in me, Daddy," Patty purred.
"How bad do you need it, baby?" Charlie asked, obviously going along with the teenager's game.
"I need it bad, Dad. Hey, that rhymes."
Fran sniffed the air. She could smell the sexuality emanating from the room. She wondered how Charlie would fuck her. Standing up? Bending over with her pert little ass in the air? One thing she knew, she was staying to watch. There was no way she was leaving now. Perversion aside, things were getting exciting.
"How do you want it today?" Charlie said.
"Why can't we get into a bed, Daddy?" Patty whined.
"Because we don't have time. Now don't be bratty. It was your idea we start this, remember. Tell me how you want it and I'll give it to you." Fran held her breath, but the girl giggled and whispered in his ear. Charlie lifted her off the dryer and Patty turned around. She leaned against the dryer with her ass facing Charlie. He pulled her panties down and crouched behind her.
"It might hurt the first time," he said.
"I don't care," Patty pouted adorably. "I want you to fuck me in the ass."
Fran froze.
And yet Charlie looked excited as he hauled his prick out.
Fran quivered with lust as she realized she was about to watch Charlie fuck their daughter in the ass. It seemed so damn lewd it made her cringe, but at the same time she was crazy with excitement. Slipping a hand between her legs. Fran rubbed her cuntlips and clit through her dress as she watched them.
Charlie was now playing with Patty's ass, running his big hands over the girl's pert asscheeks, digging his fingers into the damp crack of her butt and pinching her fat cuntlips. He pushed two fingers inside the girl's cunthole, slid another finger inside her asshole and began reaming both holes at the same time with a pistoning motion of his hand.
At least he knows enough to make it good for her, Fran thought. She knew how good it felt to have both holes fingerfucked like that. Charlie had done it to her often.
Fran could see that the girl's cunt was flowing heavily, her cunt-juice gushing on Charlie's fingers. And that cute little asshole? Was it stretched enough to take Charlie's big cock?
Patty was groaning now, telling her father how much she loved having his fingers fucking her cunthole and asshole.
"It's like I have one huge cunt," Patty gasped. "It feels wonderful!"
"You're a hot little pussycat," Charlie said with a chuckle.
"What about my asshole, Daddy? Do you like my asshole?"
"It's the sweetest little asshole in the whole world."
"Stretch my asshole, Daddy! I love the way your finger feels in there!"
Charlie lowered his head and began kissing her asscheeks. His lips moved wetly over each cheek, and then finally he pulled his finger out of her ass and closed his mouth over her asshole.
Patty squealed with pleasure when she felt her father's tongue slide deep inside her shitter. Charlie sucked at her asshole, fucked his tongue in and out of her shit-tube, and then she felt her father's tongue slide deep inside her shitter. Charlie sucked at her asshole, fucked his tongue in and out of her shit-tube, and when he finally pulled his mouth away, his saliva dribbled out of her gaping asshole and streamed over her cunt.
"You like my tongue in there, honey?"
"Oh, Daddy, I love it! Do it some more!"
He laughed and lowered his head again. This time when he slithered his tongue inside her ass, she clamped down and squeezed his tongue with the ring of her asshole. He fucked his tongue in and out a dozen strokes and then he pulled it out again:
"Okay, baby."
"Oh, God, fuck me now, Daddy! Fuck my ass!" Her young ass swayed from side to side, her asscheeks and asscrack glistening with his saliva, the puckered ring of her asshole winking at him like a brown eye.
Charlie curled his fingers around his thick cockshaft and rubbed his bloated cockhead up and down between her asshole and cunthole. He decided to dip his prick in her pussy first. The girl had a tight little cunt, almost as tight as her ass, and her cuntslime would help ease his cock inside her shitter. With a grunt he shoved forward and rammed his cock balls-deep inside her cunt-channel.
He pumped his hips, fucked her cunt while he held her asscheeks, his thumbs teasing her shitter. Patty gasped, twisting her head from side to side as her father's big cock slid in and out of her pussy.
Fran shuddered with excitement as she watched them. She rubbed her cunt in a frenzy as she feasted her eyes on Charlie's big cock stretching the girl's fuckhole.
"Okay," Charlie said with a grunt. He pulled his cock out of the teenager's cunt and moved his bloated cockhead up to the brown ring of her asshole. "Get ready, honey."
"I'm ready, Daddy. Stick it in and fuck my ass!"
Gazing down at his daughter's asshole, Charlie slowly pushed his throbbing cock inside her tight little shithole.
A wailing sound of pleasure came from Patty as her father's thick prick stretched her asshole and then her shit-tube.
Fran was on the verge of coming as she watched them. She knew what it was like to have a fat cock stuffed inside her ass. She knew what the girl was feeling and her own asshole tightened and spasmed in sympathy.
"Are you okay, honey?"
"I'm fine, Daddy. It feels wonderful!"
"I'm going to fuck your ass now. Just hold on."
His hands gripping her firm round asscheeks, he began pumping her shitter with his big red cock.
The girl went wild. She tossed her head from side to side, bucked her hips to fuck her ass back at his thrusting cock. It was obvious to Fran that Patty had been fucked in the ass many times, certainly often enough to know how to handle a rampant prick in her ass.
Maybe I'm jealous, Fran thought. Watching her daughter getting her asshole reamed out made her envious as hell.
Patty started coming, a series of spasms shaking her body, her mouth hanging open and gargling noises coming out of her throat. Her asshole clamped down on Charlie's cock and before long the tight grip on his sliding prick brought him off. He groaned loudly as he spurted his jism. He kept his eyes fixed on the girl's sucking asshole until the last drop of spunk was drained from his balls, and then he slumped over her back and buried his face in her neck.
Fran held off until the very end, and then her fingers went crazy on her cunt and she came. Breathing hard, she finally stole up the stairs with her hand still clutching her spasming pussy.
Later that evening, Fran approached Patty. "I want you to stop flirting with your father."
Patty looked up from her magazine. "Oh, Mom, don't start that again."
"Never mind me," she muttered, stalking off to the kitchen.
She worked off her frustrations by baking bread. It was midnight before she was in bed, and she was just dropping off to sleep when she heard the knock on her door.
"Who's there?" she whispered.
The door opened and closed, and she instinctively pulled the blanket up to cover herself.
It was Jerry. Without a word, she made room for him as he climbed into bed beside her.
"Suck me off, Mom," he said with a yawn. "I can't sleep."
"What do I look like," she said, "a sleeping pill?"
She rolled onto her side with her back to the boy. But then he touched her hair and she responded.
"Sorry for being so grouchy," she said, turning to face him. "It's just that I had a bad shock today."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She thought a moment. "No, it's something I have to work out with your father."
"I guess I'll go back to bed," Jerry said after a few moments of contemplation.
Fran took his hand. "No, don't go. I'll suck your cock, darling. Mother's always in the mood to suck her baby's dickie."
"Aw, Mom," he grinned. "Do you have to call it a dickie?"
He lay flat on his back. Fran climbed between his legs and went to work on his prick.
"You'll always be my little boy," she whispered.
"No one makes me feel like you do."
His cock was half-hard to begin with, yet quick to respond to her caresses. She brought it up, making it hard as steel. Then, because she wanted to make it last, she brought it down again until it lost some of its rigidity.
Jerry groaned as her fingers gently squeezed his balls. The head of his cock was swollen, almost purplish in color, and she could feel the heat of it as she lapped her tongue over the bloated cock-knob.
She ran her tongue up and down his throbbing cockshaft, from his tight pink balls to his leaking pisshole. Each time she came to the tip of his cock, she caught a glob of cockjuice on her tongue and scooped it into her mouth. She fluttered her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock near his cockhead, and she smiled at the way he shuddered and squirmed.
She loved sucking his cock. She loved the feel of his warm cockmeat stretching her lips and sliding over tongue. The fresh young smell of his balls made her quiver with lust. She was thankful now he'd come to her tonight to get sucked off. What greater pleasure could a woman have than that of a mouthful of her own son's hot jism sliding down her throat?
At last she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his cock completely. Inch by inch she gobbled his thick prick down to his cockbush. His spongy cockhead pressed against the back of her throat. Her throat muscles worked convulsively a moment, and then suddenly her throat opened and the boy's throbbing prick slid down her gullet.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he moaned.
With her throat muscles squeezing his cockhead, it didn't take him long to come. She held his cock in her throat, fondling his balls, and the next moment he was there, his cock spurting and foaming, the jism jetting down her throat, his cock jerking and then sending his spunk splashing into her mouth. She frantically fucked her face up and down on his prick, sucking the cream out of his balls, two fingers curled around his cockshaft to jack him off.
At the end of his orgasm, she licked up the last of his jism from the tip of his prick, cleaned his cockhead and cockshaft with her lips and rolled away with a contented smile on her face.
Jerry groaned once more and buried his face against her tits.
Chapter 7
"I can't help it, Mom," Patty said, tears welling in her eyes. "I just ... I just don't know ... I just get..."
"You get what?" Fran said coldly.
"I just get so horny," the teenaged blonde said. "And I always promise myself it'll be the last time and then I get horny again, so I do it again." She sniffed loudly. "Are you going to punish me?"
Fran had confronted her daughter, informing her that she was aware that she was sexually promiscuous. She didn't tell her she'd seen her with her father. She told her she suspected her of sleeping with her brothers, but didn't mention that she'd seen her in bed with Jerry.
Now Patty wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Jesus, Mom, it's not so terrible. Lots of my friends fuck around. It's not like it was when you were my age."
She stopped crying. Her forced confession to her mother seemed to make her feel better.
"I know things have changed," Fran said, "but did you ever think of the consequences?"
Patty's tears flowed again and she flung herself against her mother's chest. "Oh, Mom, don't be mad. I couldn't help it!"
Fran automatically held the girl in her arms. No matter what, she was her daughter and she would shield her from harm.
"What about taking precautions?" Fran said.
"I'm on the pill," she said, her voice muffled against Fran's tits.
"Thank God!" Fran murmured, patting the girl's back. "At least I won't have some little bastard brat to raise."
"I guess you think I'm just a slut, huh?" Patty said, lifting her tear-stained face to meet Fran's eyes.
"I don't really think you're a slut," Fran conceded. "But there is such a thing as control."
"But it's so hard!" The little blonde burst into fresh tears and buried her face against Fran's tits again.
"There, there," Fran said, stroking her golden hair. "I know it's not easy. When you're young, your hormones are working overtime. I remember it well. There, there, don't cry."
What Fran didn't tell Patty was that at this very moment her own cunt was sizzling. Ever since she and Patty began talking, her cunt had been churning.
Fran squeezed her thighs together and rocked back and forth, her daughter in her arms. She knew she was partially to blame for Patty's wildness. She had given more time and affection to her sons. From the beginning, she'd been partial to the boys. And Patty had been a baby when she and Charlie were divorced. The poor kid had never been the focus of anyone's attention.
"Are you still mad?" Patty sobbed.
"I'm beginning to understand, honey," Fran mused.
The little blonde raised her head and kissed Fran's cheek. "I love you, Mom. I wish we were closer."
"Maybe it's not too late, honey," Fran said.
Fran thought for a moment. Aunt Millie's, she thought. We'll go visit Aunt Millie. Just the two of us. Millie's got a big house and it'll almost be like being alone. And we'll have a chance to become closer. That's what we'll do. We'll go to Aunt Millie's for a long weekend.
"I've got an idea," she said to Patty, rising up and moving to the window. "Here's what we'll do."
She told Patty about her plan and the little blonde agreed it would be fun.
"We can go shopping and have lunch, just like two girlfriends!" Patty said.
"Yes, and we'll gossip and tease Aunt Millie and not think about boys or men for a minute."
There was a moment of awkward silence. Then Patty rushed into Fran's arms and hugged her.
"I'm sort of glad you found out, Mom."
"We'll have a lovely time, honey," Fran said. She felt the girl's heart beat against hers and a wave of dizziness surged through her.
"I wish we were going now," Patty said.
Her arms still around her daughter's shoulder, Fran moved to the bed and sat down. The dizziness subsided, but she hugged Patty to her as if for support.
"It'll be fun planning the trip," Fran said. "Maybe on the way we'll stop at a motel. Would you like that?"
"I'd love it!" Patty cried, flinging her arms around Fran's neck. "Oh, Mom, I'm so glad we talked." The teenager impetuously kissed her mother's lips. Fran stiffened and Patty looked frightened. "Did I do something wrong, Mom?"
"No, darling, you didn't."
Patty glanced down at her lap, and then she casually rubbed her pussy-mound through her dress and smiled. "I'm wet," the girl said.
Fran giggled nervously. "Well, don't blame me, I didn't do anything to turn you on."
Again there was a moment. of awkward silence. "Mom, I feel horny right now. Is there something wrong with me?"
Fran held the girl tight against her chest and stroked her shoulder and face and hair.
"To tell you the truth I feel sort of horny too," Fran said. "So if there's something wrong with you, there's something wrong with me too."
Patty reached up and touched her mother's cheek. "You're so beautiful, Mom."
Fran breathed deeply, barely flinching when Patty touched one of her tits. "You really mustn't do that, honey."
Patty moved her hand away but not before she touched Fran's stiffening nipple.
"I'm sorry," Patty said. "It's just that it feels good when I touch you like that."
Fran felt her heart pound. "Girls aren't supposed to do that with each other."
Patty's face looked blank and innocent. "Have you ever in your life done it with another girl, Mom?"
"Why of course not!" Fran sputtered.
"I have," the girl said quietly.
"Patty! What are you saying?"
The blonde teenager kissed the corner of her mother's mouth. "I've done it with another girl a few times."
"Jesus, what kind of a little slut are you?" Fran blurted out.
The blood drained from Patty's face and again tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh, Mom, I couldn't help it! I was sleeping over at Cindy's and we had to share a bed, and during the night, we both woke up horny and it just happened." She lowered her lashes and giggled softly. "I don't feel like a slut. I liked it."
"Well, you are," Fran said, still rocking the girl in her arms.
Patty wiped her eyes. "It felt real funny at first to be touching another girl, but Cindy turned me on real quick."
Fran pressed her thighs together. "I-I don't want to hear about it."
"Mom, I felt so close to Cindy," Patty said. "I never felt so close to anyone in my life as I felt to Cindy when I was sucking her pussy."
Fran released her suddenly and rose up from the bed. She moved to the window and looked out at the yard. "I said I don't want to hear about it!"
Patty joined her at the window and stood next to her, but didn't touch her.
"Cindy made love to me too, Mom," she said softly. "She licked my cunt until I came."
"Did you like it?" Fran whispered. She bit her lip. "Damn, I guess I want to hear about it after all."
Patty hugged her. "I loved it, Mom. It was different from being with a boy, but it was great. I mean, girls know what feels good in a way boys don't." Her eyes shone with excitement. "Oh, Mom, I wish we could do it together."
"That's crazy, it's out of the question," Fran said in a tight voice.
Patty hesitantly touched her mother's tits. Fran didn't push her hand away, so the little blonde became bolder and squeezed one of her mother's tits.
"Why is it out of the question, Mom?" Patty said. "It felt so good and I didn't feel like a slut at all. Anyway, I was kind of worried that I wouldn't like boys any more, you know, that I'd turn into a bull-dyke or something, but I didn't." She grinned. "I like cock better, but a taste of pussy-honey once in a while is delicious."
"I'm glad you like cock better," Fran said wryly. "I take it you've done it again since the time with Cindy."
Patty giggled. "You always know how to drag the truth out of me."
After that the inevitable happened, or at least it seemed inevitable to Fran. Mother and daughter moved into each other's arms. Fran kissed the girl's cheek, and then suddenly her lips moved to Patty's mouth. First the kiss was just a peck, but then it became something else. Their mouths opened, their tongues came out fluttering and probing, and before Fran knew what was happening, Patty was greedily sucking her tongue and Fran could feel the results in her pussy.
As the kiss continued and as their tongues tangled and their bodies pressed one against the other, Fran gradually yielded to the feelings overwhelming her.
They pulled away from each other at last and Patty smiled at her mother. "Take it easy, Mom, the world's not coming to an end."
Patty moved closer to Fran on the sofa. Their knees touched and Patty put her hand on Fran's thigh.
"We shouldn't kiss like that," Fran said, her voice weak with emotion. She was aware of the heaving of her tits under her tee-shirt and the way Patty stared at them. "It's not right."
Patty chuckled. "Who's to say what's right?"
The girl rose, took her mother's hand and pulled her up from the sofa. "Come on, Mom, loosen up. We're not hurting anyone."
"I don't know..."
"Just relax."
Fran felt helpless. She remained motionless as Patty's hands moved over her tits. Then the girl's fingers were pulling at the tee-shirt and raising it to uncover her mother's tits. "Honey..."
"Relax, Mom. God, what tits. I've never seen them before, not like this. They're beautiful." The girl's fingertips glided reverently over her mother's swollen tits, touching first the undersides and then the large nipples. Then Patty stepped back and giggled. "Let's get undressed, Mom. Let's get naked."
Fran peeled her clothes off as if in a trance, first the tee-shirt, then the wrap-around skirt. When Patty saw Fran's thigh-high stay-up nylons, she chuckled and told her mother to keep them on.
"I love legs in nylon," Patty said. "They make me hot."
"You're a little minx," Fran said.
Fran couldn't help smiling. The girl was hot-blooded, all right. Fran left her shoes and stockings on, but she stripped everything else off, including her panties. She faced Patty, gazed approvingly at the teenager's lovely body, and in a moment they moved into each other's arms and kissed.
They pressed against each other, tit against tit, their mouths fused. Fran gasped as she suddenly felt her daughter's fingers sliding between her legs. Quivering, Fran opened her legs to Patty's hand.
"Oh, wow, Mom, you're sopping wet."
"Patty, I..."
"Isn't it beautiful? I mean the two of us like this. I can't believe I'm really touching your pussy. I love it!"
Whatever resistance lingered in Fran now evaporated. The feel of Patty's fingers exploring her pussy was marvelous. Fran allowed the girl to lead her to the sofa. She sat down with her nylon-clad legs trembling. Patty pressed against her mother's side, kissing her neck and fondling her large tits.
Fran groaned as Patty lowered her head and sucked one of her large nipples. Fran shivered as she gazed down at her daughter's greedy mouth, at the way Patty's young lips nibbled and sucked her tit. It feels good, Fran thought. It certainly feels good. She fondled her other tit as Patty nursed. She ran her eyes over the girl's body, over the teenager's lush ass, the full curve of which was revealed by the way Patty's body was turned. The girl's ass was adorable, round and firm and big, but not too big. Fran was aware of how turned on she was, both from the feel of Patty's mouth on her tit and from the sight of the girl's lovely body.
Fran whimpered as Patty's wet tongue lapped and fluttered over her stiff nipple. She hugged the girl, draped her arm around Patty's shoulders. Finally Patty pulled her mouth away from her mother's tit.
"God, I love sucking your tits," the teenager said. "Let's get on a bed, Mom. I want to get on top of you and hump you."
Fran quivered. "The way you talk..."
"Well, it's true," Patty laughed. "That's what I want to do and I don't mind saying it."
They walked up the stairs with their arms around each other's waist. Patty giggled as she dropped her hand over Fran's lush asscheeks and tickled Fran's asscrack.
Inside Fran's bedroom, Patty immediately sat on the edge of the bed. Fran momentarily turned her back to the girl to slip her shoes off and suddenly she felt Patty's warm breath on her asscheeks. Patty's breath was steaming hot. The girl's tongue touched the velvety skin of Fran's ass, and Fran shuddered, leaned forward a bit and gently pushed her ass back at Patty's face.
"Oh, baby..." Fran moaned.
Fran gasped as Patty's sharp teeth suddenly bit into her assflesh. The girl clutched her mother's thighs, pulling Fran's ass against her mouth as she nibbled and sucked the sweet skin.
Having her assflesh bitten and licked was something that always drove Fran wild. She rotated her ass against her daughter's loving lips, urging the girl to do more.
Sensing her mother's pleasure, Patty went to town. She took in a great mouthful of assflesh and sucked it until Fran groaned. She fingered her mother's hairy cunt from behind, then slipped her fingers inside Fran's asscrack to tickle her asshole. The next moment Frank whimpered when she felt her daughter's hot breath on her asshole.
Patty giggled. "I think you like that, Mom."
"Lord, yes! Eat my ass, honey! I love it!"
All the stops were out now and there was no turning back. Fran bent over farther, moved her legs apart and cried out as the girl's tongue slowly penetrated her asshole.
Patty cleverly screwed her tongue inside her mother's ass, flipped her tongue from side to side against the walls of Fran's shit-tube. Saliva dribbled out of Patty's mouth to be sucked into the hot cavern of Fran's shitter.
The older woman groaned and shuddered, overcome by the lovely feel of a tongue in her ass. She was amazed at how expert Patty was, at how the girl knew so much. Reaching back with both hands, Fran pulled her asscheeks apart to expose her shithole.
Patty was delirious at the feel of her mother's asshole under her lips, the grip of her mother's shit-tube on her thrusting tongue. The girl had done this only once before, to a music teacher who hadn't been half as pretty as her mother. It was much nicer having her mother's lush ass pressing against her face while she reamed out her twitching shithole.
When Fran at last pulled her ass away from her daughter's sucking mouth, her asscrack was hot and wet, and her clit was twitching and throbbing with need.
"Did you like that, Mom?"
"Oh, honey, that was lovely!"
Patty giggled and made room for her mother on the bed. Fran eased down with a sigh, her tits bobbing, her legs trembling as she wondered what would happen next.
"Now I'll suck your pussy," the teenager smiled, her eyes on her mother's juice-drenched crotch.
Fran groaned. She knew she ought to call a halt to it. She knew she ought to stop this crazy incestuous thing between herself and her daughter, but instead she leaned her head back on the pillow and raised her nylon-covered legs to open her crotch.
God forgive me, Fran thought. Nothing mattered any more except to get her daughter's lovely mouth sucking at her overheated cunt. Patty swooped down, closed her lips over Fran's turgid clit, and the older woman immediately shuddered and convulsed in ecstasy.
Chapter 8
Fran and Patty returned from their trip to Aunt Millie's closer than ever. But now Fran faced a new crisis. The boys were feeling neglected.
Charlie bought them a used camper and they fixed it up until it looked like new. They were proud of the results and when it was ready to be driven, the boys invited Fran to go for a ride.
She agreed, but instead of a simple ride, she insisted on a day-long trip. She wanted a full day with them for several reasons. She wanted to make up for the time she'd been spending with Patty and she really enjoyed their company.
It was agreed that she would pack a lunch and steaks for a cook-out for supper and they would go on an all-day outing.
On the appointed day, she fixed their favorite foods and filled a hamper while they loaded the camper with equipment.
As she was finishing up in the kitchen, Patty wandered into the room.
"I guess I'm not invited," the teenager said in a soft voice.
Fran glanced at her sharply. "No, this is the boys' turn."
Patty giggled nervously. "I guess you feel guilty about what we did."
"No, actually I don't," Fran said.
"It was good, wasn't it, Mom?"
"It was good, honey."
Patty sighed deeply and went to the refrigerator for a drink." I sure wish I could go along."
Fran slapped a piece of wax paper over some ham. "Well, you can't."
"Shit!" Patty muttered under her breath.
"That's not my favorite word," Fran said. "I guess maybe I'll call Daddy."
Fran cocked an eyebrow. "He's on the road."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot."
Fran almost weakened. Maybe it was mean to go off and leave Patty all alone. Maybe we should insist they take her along.
"I'll tell you what," Fran said. "I'll have a conference with the boys. If they agree, you can come too."
Patty smiled. "I think they'll say no, but you can try."
When Fran joined the boys outside, she talked to them about inviting Patty along.
"Aw, Mom, you said it'd just be us," Jerry said, shielding his eyes from the sun. He was wearing a tight tee-shirt and jeans, and he looked so adorable Fran creamed her panties.
She turned to Peter. "What do you say?"
Peter said nothing for a moment. Then he averted his eyes. "If you want her to come, it's okay with me."
"Oh, shit!" Jerry said.
"Another one," Fran sighed.
She thought for a moment, her eyes on Peter's crotch. Her mouth watered at the sight of her boys. They were both so adorable. It had never occurred to her before, but this could be a good opportunity to fuck them both at once. It was wild, but why not? She'd fucked them both separately many times. Why not a threesome?
She had a feeling Jerry would be against the idea. But Peter would do whatever she wanted. The darling. He always did what she wanted. Peter was her most obedient child. Both boys already knew she'd had sex with each of them and there was no reason she couldn't have what she wanted.
"I've just made a decision," she said. She stood with her hands on her hips and her tits jutting out. Both boys stared at her tits. "Patty's not going. It's going to be our day, boys. Just like we planned."
"Great, Mom," Jerry grinned.
"If you say so," Peter said.
Fran returned to the house and told Patty of her decision. The girl was disappointed, but not surprised. She kissed her mother goodbye. "Have a great day, Mom."
Fran patted her ass warmly. "Next time you'll come with us."
"Maybe Dad'll come next time too," Patty called out when Fran went out to join the boys in the camper.
"Bye, kid," Jerry called.
Peter came around and kissed his sister goodbye. Fran blew her a final kiss, then Jerry drove off.
Fran sat between the boys as Jerry drove toward the freeway. She leaned against Peter and they began singing along with the tape machine.
It took three hours of steady driving to get to the camping ground, but finally they were there and had themselves a secluded patch of ground on the edge of a gorgeous lake. Fran fixed them lunch, then, because the boys looked so drowsy, she suggested they all have a nap. They climbed back onto the camper and stretched out on the wide air mattress on the floor.
"I'm so tired," Fran yawned. "Wake me if I sleep too long."
But before she had a chance to fall asleep, the boys were pressing against her. Jerry kissed her while Peter ran his hands over her legs.
"Mom, you don't really want to sleep, do you?" Jerry said gently.
Fran gazed from Jerry to his brother. He was right. She'd fantasized about fucking both boys. Well, this was her opportunity. She could sleep later.
"I think the both of you have something nasty in mind," she teased, sitting up and looking at them.
"Aw, Mom..."
"You ought to be with girls your own age."
"Jesus, Mom, are you starting that again?"
"All right, show me how nasty you are." She smiled as she looked at the bulging fronts in their jeans. Their swollen cocks were clearly outlined in their tight crotches. "Go on. Show me something."
She'd seen each boy naked, but never the two of them together. Her blood raced as she placed a hand on each crotch, her fingers squeezing their pricks through the denim of their jeans.
She made them stand up and told them to undress. The boys giggled as they unbuckled their belts and peeled their jeans and sneakers and socks off. Fran's heart pounded with lust as her eyes feasted on the way their jockey shorts were tented by their hard cocks. Then finally the shorts came off, and she had two cocks bobbing in front of her.
She wet her lips and beckoned them forward. It was thrilling to have all this cockmeat in front of her. Whatever reservations she had about fucking both boys together flew away entirely. She was already trembling with passion, and she had to take a deep breath to get hold of herself.
She ran her fingertips over each throbbing cockshaft, watched with delight as their meaty pricks quivered under her touch. Then she cupped their balls and jiggled them. Jerry's balls were bigger than his brother's and hung lower, but both sacs were a lovely pink color and almost completely hairless. Ordinarily she liked hairy nuts on a man, but there was something special about pink teenaged balls with no more than a light fuzz. Both pairs of nuts felt like they were bloated with jism.
Her face flushed, her eyes glittering, she gazed from one cock to the other and smiled. "Well, one thing is sure, we've got all kinds of possibilities, haven't we?"
She curled a hand around each cockshaft and began to slowly pump their pricks. The boys groaned as she gently milked them, but she was careful to get no more than their lube juice dripping out of their pissholes. She did not want them coming yet. Each time she thought they were close, she slowed down and lightened her touch.
It was marvelous to have each of her hands filled with hot throbbing cockmeat. She knew each cock intimately by now, having sucked each boy off many times, but having them both together like this was something wild and crazy. And so much cockjuice! Gobs of clear fluid dripped on her hands and at intervals she brought her palms to her mouth to lick their juices off.
She pulled them closer now, licked and kissed their cocks and then went to work on their balls. She licked each ball-bag, probed their nuts with her tongue, then finally started sucking their teenaged balls, but now she had both ball-bags in her hands at the same time and she felt gluttonous and overwhelmed by the abundance of male meat.
She knew they were impatient to get their cocks in her mouth, and she deliberately teased them by delaying it. She wanted a nice heavy load out of each prick and the best way to get that was to keep them hanging as long as possible.
Finally she pulled her mouth away from their dangling saliva-coated balls and worked her lips over their cockheads. She sucked each cock-knob inside her mouth, milked it with her lips, probed each piss-slit with her tongue and swallowed down the cockjuice now flowing in two almost steady streams. Their cockheads were warm and fat in her mouth, and she giggled as she succumbed in getting both cock-knobs in her mouth at the same time.
After that she gave each boy more time, sucking his cock deep inside her mouth and throat while she continued to pump his brother's cock with her hand. She soon lost track of which cock belonged to whom, but of course it didn't matter. All that counted was having her mouth and hand filled with cockmeat and the juices lowing over her tongue and down her throat.
She made a meal out of them, nuzzling and nibbling and chewing and slurping, the ring of her lips sliding down a cockshaft and then back up again, her lips pulling the juice out of a pisshole while she milked the other cock with her fingers.
Finally she pulled her mouth away from their dangling pricks. "I think you're ready now. Who wants to come first?"
"In your mouth, Mom?" Peter asked.
"That's right. I'll suck you off first and then later on we'll fuck. Who's first? Peter?"
She smiled at her youngest son, closed her mouth over the knob of his twitching cock, grabbed his balls with one hand and clutched his ass with the other hand. Then she snaked her fingers inside his asscrack, dabbed at his asshole and drilled a finger inside his shitter.
Pulling her mouth off his cock, she smiled up at him. "Come on, honey, jerk off in my mouth. I've only got two hands and they're both busy."
The boy's eyes glittered as he curled his fingers around his cockshaft and began pumping his prick. She kept her teeth hooked behind the rim of his cockhead, her lips sucking at his fast cockknob. She worked her fingers in and out of his ass at the same time as her other hand gently squeezed his bloated balls.
Peter came finally. As she expected, after all the teasing and delay, his load of jism was thick and plentiful. She sucked and gulped, delighting in each heavy spurt that shot out of his cock while she held his cock-knob in her mouth. She waited patiently until he milked his prick dry with his fingers, then she pushed his hand away and proceeded to clean his cock and balls with her tongue.
When she was finished, she gave his asshole a last goose with her finger and laughed at the way he grunted with pleasure. "You little devil, you like that finger in your ass, don't you?"
The boy blushed. "It sure feels good."
She sucked off Jerry after that, held his cockhead in her mouth while he jerked off down her throat. He gave her more jism than Peter had, and when he finished milking his prick in her mouth, his cock was still as hard as iron.
"I could come some more, Mom."
She licked the dregs of his jism off the tip of his prick and shook her head. "Now now, honey. Let's save it for later." She looked from one boy to the other. "Anyway, how'd you like what we just did? We haven't done that before, not with you jerking off in my mouth. I kind of like it, how about you?"
"It's neat."
"Super, Mom."
Fran was pleased. Having them come in her mouth was just as good as fucking, in fact, even better. Boys their age were not as good at fucking a prick in and out of a cunt as a grown man was, but their jism was always thick and tasty and there was always enough of it to keep a woman satisfied.
They put their clothes on again in case some strangers surprised them and this time they really did go to sleep on the air mattress.
When Fran opened her eyes again, the sun was going down and the boys were sitting outside teasing each other about how many times they jerked off. They both had their cocks hanging out of their jeans and Fran thought it was a lovely sight. People might think we're crazy, she thought, but sex was healthy and it was nice the boys were so relaxed about it.
On an impulse Fran asked both boys to masturbate for her.
"Do it until you come," she said. "I want to see your come shoot out of your cocks."
Peter objected. "If I jerk off, I won't be able to fuck you."
Fran winked. "Want to bet?"
The boys chuckled and made lewd remarks as they started pumping their cocks. Fran made them sit side by side so she could watch them at the same time.
It didn't last long, but it was something to see. They came almost at the same time, the jism foaming and spurting out of their young cocks, and at the end Fran knelt in front of them and cleaned their pricks with her mouth.
Now they needed sometime to get their balls filled again. As the boys rested, the horny mother looked at the lake. "Hey, let's have a dip in the lake."
The boys opened their eyes.
"In a minute, Mom," Peter said.
Fran was amused. It looked like she'd tired them out. She peeled her clothes off and ran toward the lake. At the water's edge she turned to see the boys following her.
"Isn't it lovely, boys?" she said when they joined her.
She hooked her arms through theirs and felt her juices flow. But the boys weren't looking at the lake. They were stalking her like young bulls. They were fully dressed and they seemed to have their energy back. She shivered, aware that they weren't through yet. Both teenagers were virile enough to give her more of what she craved.
"I guess you both can go another round," she said.
"You want to fuck, don't you, Mom?" Jerry said.
"I don't recall denying that," she smiled.
She wet her toes in the water. It was cold, but she walked in up to her ankles.
"Anyone up for skinny-dipping?" she said.
Jerry glanced at Peter and Peter nodded. "Sure."
Fran hadn't expected this reaction. The water was very cold. But now that they agreed, she had every intention of going through with her suggestion.
"Last one stripped has to clean up after supper!" she exclaimed.
They giggled as they undressed. Peter's zipper got stuck and Jerry had to sit down to peel off his skin-tight jeans.
"Oh, God, it's freezing!" she cried, her tits bobbing in the frigid water.
Jerry groaned when he joined her. "Shit, it's going to freeze my balls off!"
Peter dove right in. He disappeared under the water until Fran became alarmed. But then she felt something between her legs. She shrieked with glee as Peter lifted her up on his shoulders and raised his head to the surface.
They frolicked in the water like three teenagers rather than mother and sons. Through it all, Fran gave no thought to the sins she was committing.
Chapter 9
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Fran whispered.
"Like two healthy young animals," Charlie said, his arm around her shoulders.
They stood in the dimly lit hall and gazed inside Patty's room. It was two o'clock in the morning and Jerry and Patty were making love.
Charlie was spending the night with Fran. They had awakened about one o'clock and fucked. When they were through, Fran cuddled into Charlie's arms and heard the soft sounds of Patty giggling in the room next door.
She looked at Charlie and he nodded. Without a word, they rose up and slipped into robes. They went out into the hall and stood outside Patty's partially opened door. In the dimness of the hall they watched their children make out. The parents weren't shocked or upset. They had long ago decided their children weren't suffering because they enjoyed active sex lives. To the contrary, they seemed to be better adjusted than most kids their age.
Now Fran felt Charlie's fingers toying with her tits. She took his hand and moved it inside her robe. He held her close as he manipulated her naked nipple.
"Look at that little doll!" he hissed as Patty climbed over Jerry and lifted her nightgown to her waist.
"She certainly is built," Fran said with admiration. She was no longer jealous of her daughter. The two were good friends now. Patty was no longer competitive either. They enjoyed each other and they enjoyed the men in the family too much to be competitive.
As Charlie felt her tits and pulled on her nipple, Fran found herself becoming aroused. She had trouble concentrating on the scene on the bed.
Patty had rolled over and Jerry lay next to her on his side. The little blonde's lush thighs were exposed and Jerry's cock throbbed wildly inside his pajamas.
"Let's fuck, Sis," Jerry said.
Fran recognized the lust in his eyes. When he was excited, his eyes smoldered. How well she knew the look. She'd seen it in her son's eyes dozens of times when they'd fucked.
Now Fran watched her daughter. The tip of Patty's pink tongue flicked out against her pouting lips. The thought of watching those sexy lips sucking on Jerry's prick made Fran shiver.
"Suck my cock now," Jerry said.
"Mmmmm, yeah," Patty purred. "Should I get between your legs or do you want to sit on my face?"
"Does it matter?"
"Sure it does. If you sit on my face you might suffocate me."
"You never complained before."
As they spoke, he removed his pajamas, revealing his hose-like prick. Fran salivated as Patty reached for it.
"Mmmmm, I want you to fuck it between my titties," the little blonde said.
"First suck it," Jerry said.
"Your knob is so swollen, I don't know if I can get it all in my mouth."
Jerry snickered. "You never had any trouble before."
Patty was naked now and her big round tits bounced around as she lay on her side facing her brother. She squealed when Jerry moved a hand over her ass.
Fran and Charlie watched as the boy ran his fingers inside the girl's asscrack. Jerry's prick was so hard it stood up between his thighs like a baseball bat.
Fran found herself leaning against Charlie. Charlie stood behind her with his arms around he waist and his hand on her tits. He kissed her neck and blew in her ear, and she rubbed her ass against his prick. She hoped they'd fuck again when they returned in bed. Watching the children was better than watching a porno flick and it turned her on.
As Fran watched Jerry thrust a finger into his sister's asshole, she almost felt Charlie's cock in her pussy. She was turned on to Charlie again. She still loved fucking the boys and always would, but there was something about Charlie that eventually got to her. She still loved him and it was love that made sex wonderful. Of course she adored her boys, but it was a different kind of love.
"I'm getting horny again," Charlie whispered in her ear.
"Me too," Fran said.
Her robe fell open when Charlie pulled the tie. "Is your cunt wet again?"
"Yes."
"Let's go back to bed."
"No, I want to watch."
"Aw, let's leave the kids alone."
"Sssshhhh, I want to see this."
Just then the door flew open, and Fran would have fallen if Charlie hadn't caught her.
"I figured you two were out there," Patty giggled.
Jerry gazed at his father and then at his mother. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough," Charlie said, taking Fran's hand and pulling her into the room.
They climbed onto the bed with their children. They sat in a circle and talked.
"Someone should awaken Peter," Fran said.
"But we're equal numbers now," Patty said.
"Good thinking, honey," Charlie said, reaching for his daughter.
The bed became a tangle of bodies after that.
Fran lay stretched out on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other hand fondling Jerry's ears as he sucked her cunt. Fran's eyes were on Patty's mouth as it moved up and down on Charlie's rigid cock. Fran was thrilled at the sight of the girl's wet lips sucking Charlie's prick. It was not only the lewdness of it, the fact that father and daughter were committing incest, it was also the sheer beauty of the teenager's rosebud mouth stretched by a thick cock and dripping saliva as it slid up and down. As young as Patty was, she knew as much about sucking a cock as any woman and it was a joy to watch. The other thing was that Fran had always found Charlie's cock and balls very masculine and exciting to look at. Watching father and daughter go at it was a treat.
Fran was also turned on by Patty. She remembered what it was like to have Patty in her arms, to have the girl's sweet mouth sucking at her dripping cunt, to have her own mouth on her daughter's tender pussy. Was there anything more marvelous than a mother having her own daughter's cunt-cream flowing over her tongue?
Extending her hand, Fran slipped it under Patty's kneeling body and fondled the girl's dangling tits. The teenager's tits were heavy enough to hang free like two ripe melons. Fran pulled and twisted her daughter's pink nipples, ran her fingers over the swollen titflesh. Fran trembled with excitement, and she wondered if Jerry could feel it in her clit as he sucked her cunt.
Looking at Charlie, Fran smiled. "Having a good time?"
Charlie grunted. "Christ, what a mouth she's got! Look at it!"
"I'm looking, darling, don't worry about that."
"She could give you lessons."
Fran laughed. "Don't be a smart-ass, honey. You never complain when I give you head and you know it."
Fran was still fondling Patty's tits, and now she had an urge to suck the girl's fat nipples. She pulled Jerry's face deeper into her crotch and maneuvered her body until she had her head under Patty. The girl mewled with pleasure when she realized what her mother was doing. Her mouth filled with her father's thick cock, Patty lowered her chest to get one of her hanging tits between her mother's lips.
With Frank's sucking mouth pulling so deliciously at her tit, Patty went to town on her father's cock. The blonde teenager bobbed her head up and down, filling her mouth with her father's cockmeat, going the limit on the downstroke to get his bloated cockhead halfway into her throat.
Charlie groaned. The feel of his daughter's sweet hot mouth on his cock was heavenly. The girl had a mouth like a vacuum cleaner. It was lovely to watch, lovely to feel it, and he hoped it would last forever.
Keeping her mouth filled with Patty's lovely young tit, Fran slipped a hand along the girl's belly to find her pussy. As Fran expected, the girl's cunt was dripping wet, her cuntlips swollen, her cunthole gaping as it oozed its hot juices. Sucking her father's cock obviously turned Patty on. Fran thrilled at the soft wet feel of her daughter's pussy as she drilled two fingers inside the girl's cunthole.
Pulling her mouth off Patty's tit, Fran said, "Her cunt's dripping like a faucet."
Charlie chuckled. "Go on, suck it. Get your mouth on her cunt and suck her off."
Fran was excited by the idea, but she was having too much fun fingerfucking the girl. Pulling her two fingers out, she substituted her thumb and moved her wet fingers into Patty's asscrack.
Her thumb inside Patty's cunthole, Fran slowly pushed her middle finger inside the teenager's hot asshole.
Lord, how loose her ass is, Fran thought. Was it all the assfucking Patty had been doing? Fran hoped the girl wouldn't be ruined by it. But she guessed not. Some women had assholes more elastic than others. There were women who had their asses fucked nearly every day of their lives and maybe all it did was make them less constipated. With a quiver of excitement, Fran added a second finger to the first and slowly screwed the two fingers in and out of the girl's lovely asshole.
With her mother's fingers in her asshole and cunthole, Patty was soon mewling and shuddering and on the verge of coming. But Fran teased the girl, kept her suspended on the brink of an orgasm by slowing down the movement of her fingers whenever she felt the girl was too near. Then finally Fran pulled her fingers out of Patty's two holes. Once again Fran changed her position without letting Jerry get away from her crotch. She kept the boy's hungry mouth on her cunt, and this time she scooted down on the bed and got her own mouth on Patty's juice-drenched pussy.
Patty now rocked her body between her father's cock and her mother's mouth. She felt a sense of completeness. What more could a girl want than her father's big cock stuffing her mouth while her mother sucked the cream out of her cunt? The girl's asshole was still tingling from her mother's fingers as she rubbed her clit back and forth over her mother's nose. The girl shifted her crotch to get more of her ass over her mother's upturned face.
Fran had no idea whether the girl's movements were deliberate or simply a result of too much excitement, but when she found Patty's ass over her mouth, she decided she didn't care about the reason. She sniffed and kissed the girl's asshole and then pulled at Patty's hips to get her to lower her ass. The girl ground as her mother's stiff tongue penetrated the hot ring of her shitter.
The quartet finally broke apart. Neither Charlie nor Jerry had come yet, and they were both anxious to fuck.
"I want you to fuck Patty's ass," Fran said to Charlie. "I'd like to watch that."
Charlie snickered at her. "Christ, what a slut you are!"
Fran blushed. "You've done it before, so don't make such a big deal out of it."
"How do you know I've done it before?"
Patty made fun of them. "Oh, stop arguing, will you? Let's just do it."
The blonde teenager positioned herself on her hands and knees near the edge of the bed. Charlie got off the bed and moved behind her. He ran his fingers between her legs and played with her juicy cunt.
Fran quivered as she watched them. She snuggled close to Jerry, fondled his stiff cock and swollen balls, and then she slipped her hand around to the boy's ass and found his asshole with a finger. Jerry groaned as his mother's exploring finger pushed deep inside his shithole.
Charlie was ready for fucking now. He pushed his fat cock inside Patty's cunthole first. The girl made a keening sound and shoved her ass back to get his prick deep in her fuckhole.
Fran chuckled and ran her free hand over Charlie's ass and reached underneath to find his swinging nuts. She squeezed his ball-bag, delighting in the feel of the big eggs inside the leathery sac.
"I want you to fuck her ass," Fran said to Charlie, her hand pulling at his balls to emphasize her demand.
"What about you? Do I get to fuck your ass too?"
"Oh, no, you don't. Jerry's going to fuck my ass. You can watch your son stick his cock in my shithole. Would you like to see that, you horny bastard?"
Charlie snorted with lust, pulled his cock out of Patty's cunt and brought his cockhead to the winking ring of her asshole. The girl uttered a deep groan as Charlie's thick cock slid smoothly inside her ass.
Fran was hot for it now, eager to get some meat in her ass. Watching Charlie's cock stretch Patty's asshole was incredibly erotic and Fran couldn't wait any longer. She told Jerry what she wanted and the boy smiled with eagerness.
"You want me to suck your ass first, Mom?"
"No, baby, just get your prick inside."
Fran knelt on the edge of the bed beside Patty, and a moment later Jerry was behind her, his hands on her ass, his cock pushing into the tight heat of her shithole.
As father and son fucked the assholes of Patty and Fran, Charlie turned to Jerry and smiled. "Hey, tiger, how're you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, Pop."
But the time for talking quickly passed, and before long the boy and his father were groaning and heaving as they dumped their jism into the assholes sucking on their sliding cocks.
A half hour later they changed partners.
Fran wasn't aware when Peter joined them, but suddenly she was being held down by Jerry and Charlie while Peter fucked her mouth.
Her entire body trembled as she stared at her son's spit-soaked cock. He plunged it into her mouth and someone else fingered her pussy. She bucked her ass off the bed, totally caught up in the wanton act.
Patty writhed. "Jesus, Daddy, you're fucking me so good!"
After a while Peter pulled his cock out of his mother's mouth, and Fran raised her head and watched her daughter. She could see Patty's cunt-juices spilling out and wetting her inner thighs.
"I'm going back to bed," Peter said, rubbing his eyes.
Fran licked her lips. She had just taken his load in her mouth.
"Kiss your mother good night," she said and the boy bent down to kiss her on the lips.
"Hey, I taste my jizz," he complained.
"If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for you," Fran giggled.
Later when Fran and Charlie returned to bed, they talked. The children had gone to sleep, and Fran and Charlie were enjoying one last cigarette.
"Patty and I are so close now," Fran mused.
"That's great," Charlie said.
"Oh, go to sleep," Fran said. "I can see you're half-asleep already."
"I heard every word you said."
She showed her ass against him. "Anyway, I think it's cute the way we're all getting along."
A half hour later she was still awake. Charlie was snoring and she knew he was sound asleep, so she felt no compunction about crawling under the covers and sucking his prick into her mouth.
It worked as a pacifier. Sucking his cock like this late at night always made her drowsy and helped her sleep. Usually Charlie slept right through it. Sometimes he even came in her mouth while he slept.
As she nursed on his prick, she thought about her two sons. She had a fantasy about them raping her, fucking her cunt and ass at the same time, forcing her to do things she'd never do willingly. Just thinking about it turned her on. She was always calling the shots when she had sex with the boys, and what she really wanted was to have them overpower her.
Cuddling against Charlie, she slipped her fingers inside her cunthole and asshole and pretended her fingers were the cocks of the two boys. She fell asleep that way, asshole and fuckhole stuffed with her fingers, her mouth stuffed with Charlie's fat prick.
Chapter 10
Charlie left town for a few days on a business trip and he took Patty with him. Fran was against it at first. It was one thing for Charlie to be fucking his daughter in the house, but Fran thought it was too dangerous for them to be traveling together. Then Fran remembered her excursion with the boys. She had no reason to deprive Charlie of the pleasure of having his daughter with him.
Maybe she was jealous. She and Patty were as close as ever and she immediately missed the girl.
The boys were the other problem. They'd been getting unruly lately. Fran was still fucking them, not so much together but one at a time, but she'd cut down on the sex because she sensed the beginning of trouble. It was true that she liked it when a lover called the shots, that she urged the boys to be sexually aggressive, but sometimes they pushed things too far.
There were times when they practically forced her to have sex with them, times when she wasn't in the mood and they insisted, and she found it impossible to resist. Jerry was worse than Peter, but they were both bad enough. One or the other would grab her when he came home from school, and by the time the second boy arrived home, the first boy already had his cock in her mouth.
One afternoon while Charlie and Patty were still out of town, Jerry and Peter brought some friends home with them. The friends were three husky boys, and, as soon as they were all in the house, Fran sensed there was going to be trouble. She could tell by the strange way Jerry and Peter were acting, as if they and their friends had a secret. She did not like the way the boys looked at her. They looked as if they knew all about her incestuous relationship with Jerry and Peter, and Fran was frightened by that.
She tried to be nice to them all, brought out milk and cake and even some beer. Then she told them to have a nice time.
But when she turned to walk out of the living room, Jerry grabbed her arm. "Stick around. Mom."
"Whatever for? I've got things to do."
"We told the guys we'd sort of have a little party here."
"A party? What kind of party?"
"You know what kind."
"No, I don't know. I don't know what you're talking about."
One of the other boys, a big fellow named Jake, walked over to Fran and slipped his arm around her waist. "Come on, Mrs. Wilson. We need a pretty lady like you, otherwise the party gets dull."
"You ought to be with girls your own age."
"We like you better. Jerry and Peter tell us you're really something once you get started."
Fran's heart pounded in her ears. For a moment she was afraid maybe they would gang rape her. Then she realized her own two sons were in the room and they wouldn't let that happen. But it did seem they were talking about something wild, if not rape, then something close to it. Then a shudder ran through her as Jake suddenly moved his hand from her waist to cup one of her tits.
"Please don't do that."
"I really dig you," the boy said.
"Oh, God, what do you want?"
"Just some pussy," one of the other boys said. "Hey, Jerry, tell her to get her clothes off. We want something to look at."
Fran protested, told them they couldn't force her to do anything and threatened to call the police. Then she realized she couldn't do that because the police would find out about her and her two sons. She finally yielded when Jake pinched her nipple hard and said he'd tell everyone in town what was going on in the Wilson house if she didn't cooperate with them.
She made them close the blinds and draw the drapes. Then someone turned the stereo on and the room was filled with loud music. She'd already had some beer to drink and now she poured some scotch into a glass and guzzled it down.
God help me, she thought.
"Come on, Mrs. Wilson, show us something. Tell her, Jerry."
Jerry looked at her and nodded. "Go on, Mom."
Fran glanced questioningly at Peter. "Are you in this too?"
The younger boy smiled and nodded, and Fran lost all hope.
Pretend it's just the family, she thought. She began swaying to the beat of the music. She was horrified at what was happening, but at the same time she was getting turned on. It was exciting to feel their eyes on her, to feel the hot gaze of a group of boys on her swaying body.
She looked at them boldly as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. The boys whispered at the sight of her tits barely covered by her lightweight transparent bra. Her dark nipples were clearly visible and she was aware of their stiffness. She tossed the blouse to Jake, and he chuckled and draped it over a chair. Then she unzipped her skirt, dropped it and stepped out of it. She wore white bikini panties, a white garter belt and beige nylons.
"Christ, look at her legs!" someone said.
"The hell with the legs, look at that bush! You can see it right through her panties!" Jake smiled.
Frank run her hands over her tits and then down over her belly and around over her ass. She wondered how many of the little bastards had ever fucked a woman in the ass. Her two sons had. Jerry and Peter had been keeping her asshole filled with cock for months now, and she wondered if she'd get it from any of the others. I'll fuck their brains out, she thought. They think they have the upper hand, but wait until we get started.
When she unhooked her bra and freed her tits, they went wild.
Jake immediately left his seat and moved behind her. He was the leader of the pack. He pressed himself against her ass and reached around to lift her tits in his hands. He whispered in her ear, "Baby, you've certainly got the knockers."
She quivered and rubbed her ass against the bulge of his cock. "You like big tits, do you?"
"Who doesn't?"
She chuckled and pulled away from him. She knew how sexy she looked wearing nothing now but a garter belt and panties and nylons and high heels. She was dressed like the girls they saw in the skin magazines, except those girls always showed their pussies and she still had hers covered by her panties.
She fixed that quickly enough. She peeled her panties off and tossed them across the room. Then she faced them, hefted her big tits in her hands and pulled her nipples out with her fingers.
"Who wants to suck my tits?" she asked.
They snickered and rose up, all of them except Jerry and Peter who just sat back with their hands on their crotches and smiled.
She let the boys come to her one at a time. She fed her tits to each boy, stuffing her titflesh into their eager mouths. They sucked and nibbled and chewed, and by the time they'd all had their turn, her nipples were raw and swollen. She covered them with her hands and danced away.
She was hot, much hotter than she'd been in a long time. Her face was flushed, her blood racing, and the insides of her thighs were soaked with cunt-juice.
"Jesus, look at that ass!" someone said.
"Never mind the ass, I wanna see some cunt. Come on, Mrs. Wilson, show us your pussy!"
She was lost now and she knew it. Her lust, her desire to exhibit herself, her trembling need to be fucked, had overwhelmed her. Her only thought now was to get them turned on so they'd fuck her. That was what she wanted. She'd never dreamed about having so many boys at once, all at the same time, but here they were and she intended to make the most of it.
Moving across the room, she sat down in an easy chair, smiled at them and casually draped her legs over the arm of the chair to expose her cunt.
They hooted and snickered and groaned, but their eyes never left her. Their eyes remained glued to her cunt, the dark hair covering the lower part of her belly and curling into the crack of her ass, the puffed dropping lips of her cunt, her clit turgid and protruding, her cunthole already oozing a thick white syrup.
"Jesus Christ!" someone muttered.
Sliding her hands along the inside of her thighs, she pulled the lips of her cunt apart to fully expose the wet meat of her pussy.
Quivering with lust, she gazed at her nylon-covered knees, her white thighs, her swollen cuntlips now pulled to each side by her fingers.
Go on, look at it, she thought, look at this hairy wet hole, look at my open cunt. Placing a fingertip on the shaft of her clit, she pulled the hood back to reveal the head of her passion-button.
"Man, that's table pussy!"
"You wanna suck that?"
"I'd suck that any time!"
"You're full of shit, you keep on telling us you won't ever do it."
"This is different. That's real meat, man. Just look at that!"
Fran was amused at the way they talked about her cunt. She told herself that sooner or later she'd have every one of them sucking the juices out of her cunt. She'd have them licking the white slime out of her fuckhole and loving it.
She diddled herself now, vibrated one finger on the shaft of her clit while she pushed two fingers inside her sopping cunthole. For a moment she forgot all about them, forgot all about anything except her cunt and the feel of her fingers.
The boys quieted down, their eyes filled with awe as they watched her fingers work the meat of her pussy. Then, one by one, they began to undress. They stripped their clothes off, peeled themselves naked until at last they sat there with nothing on and their hands stroking their cocks.
When Fran opened her eyes and saw five pricks pointing at her, a great shudder ran through her body. Her two sons were just part of the pack now, Jerry and Peter each with his hand on his cock and looking at her with wild lust in their eyes.
Jake had by far the biggest cock, a good nine inches of fuckmeat, a solid salami of a prick that made her quiver as she looked at it. One of the boys, a redhead named Kevin, had a long thin prick that looked like it would be a dream in her ass. The third boy was Wally and his cock was short and thick and circumcised and she knew it would be lovely to suck. The thrill of having so many strange cocks at her disposal rippled through her. Oh, Lord, yes, she thought, she'd eat them up alive.
"Come over here," she said finally. "All of you come over here and let me hold you."
They laughed and pushed at each other, all five of them gathering around her as she sat in the easy chair with her legs spread wide.
She looked at them, gazed at the cockmeat surrounding her, pissholes already oozing cockjuice, veined cockshafts visibly twitching, five pairs of pink bloated balls, Jake's cockhead still almost completely covered by his thick foreskin. She ran one fingertip along the enormous length of Jake's prick and smeared the juice welling out of his pisshole over his cock-knob and the edge of his foreskin.
"Skin it back," she said to Jake with a smile. "You don't want to stay covered up, do you?"
Grinning at her, using two fingers, Jake slowly stripped his foreskin back to reveal his fat red cockhead. "How about taking this in your mouth, Mrs. Wilson? I bet you're damn good at giving head."
She licked her lips. She pushed his hand away from his prick and curled her fingers around his cockshaft. The sheer weight of his long hose of a cock was enough to make her tremble. She held his cockshaft, her fingers down at the root, and there was his cockhead halfway up her arm. She watched a glob of clear cockjuice ooze out of his pisshole and fall on her skin. With a soft moan, she lowered her head, closed her lips over his fat juicy cock-knob and sucked his gorgeous prick. She slurped on his hot fuckpole, swirled her tongue over the spongy helmet of his cockhead and sucked the juice out of his slit.
"Oh, fuck, what a mouth she's got!" Jake groaned.
She loved the taste of his fuck-oil as it leaked into her mouth. With a freshly washed prick, the lube juice usually had no taste, but Jake's fat prick was sweaty and delicious. His cockmeat had a lovely musky smell. Dropping his prick out of her mouth, she ran her lips down his cockshaft to his huge balls. She sniffed at his ball-bag and lapped her tongue over the wrinkled skin.
She moved her mouth back to his cockhead, took in about half his cock before his swollen cockhead hit the back of her throat. She had to keep her jaws open as wide as possible and that made it difficult to suck him. But the feel of so much cockmeat stuffing her face was delicious.
After a while she pulled her mouth off Jake's mammoth prick, and she moved to the other boys. She sucked each of them in turn, leaving her two sons for last. She was careful not to let any of them come by accident. She wanted that to be deliberate. She wanted to milk them one after the other and make sure she got everything they had. Half the fun of sucking a cock was getting the load at the end, and here she had five healthy boys, their balls swollen tight with jism. She hungered for it. Her mouth watered as she thought about having their lusty young pricks shoot off in her mouth.
Once again she started with Jake, closed her mouth over his bloated cock-knob. She curled her fingers around his thick, heavily veined cockshaft and began pumping his prick with her fist.
"Oh, fuck, she's going to bring me off!" Jake gasped, his throat making a croaking sound.
She had to work for it though. She held his big balls in one hand, pumped his cockshaft with the other hand and kept her mouth closed over his throbbing cockhead. The jism finally rose out of his balls. She could feel his balls trembling, his cockhead twitching in her mouth, and then the next moment his prick erupted a geyser of hot jism. The spunk shout out of his cock in great spurts, wad after wad of thick ropy jism hitting her tongue and palate and sliding down her throat. She milked him dry, squeezing his nuts, pulling her lips back in a tight ring to press the dregs of his jism out of his pisshole.
When she had everything Jake had to give her, she dropped his cockhead out of her mouth and smacked her lips and turned to the next boy.
She blew all the boys, including her own sons, sucked them off one after the other, milked them dry by jerking them off into her open mouth. No one had as much jism to give her as Jake, but by the time she finished, she'd had more spunk at one time than she'd ever had in her life and her pleasure was immense.
After that she pulled away from them, leaned back in the chair with her eyes on their dangling cocks and her fingers inside her cunt.
"All right," she said, "get them up again. The first one to get hard gets to fuck me!"
All of them smiled, fisted their cocks and began pumping themselves to a hard-on.
Fran looked at them, looked at the boys and at her two sons. She smiled at Jerry and Peter and winked.
It's just beginning, she thought. She had a whole lifetime of it ahead of her, an ocean of jism still to be tasted.
