"Let's try something different, honey," Gloria Cannon said to her husband.
Mike groaned and covered his face with his big hands. "Whenever you say that I know I'm in trouble."
"No, honest," Gloria said, hiking her nightgown up to her waist and kneeling before him on the bed. She giggled and traced the tip of one finger over his chest. "Just say you'll try it. I promise if you don't like it I'll stop."
He chuckled. "Yeah, well, I've learned something in all these years of marriage and one thing I've learned is that you're a wild woman. "What's your latest idea?"
"You lay there like that with your big fat cock sticking up at the ceiling." She moved between his legs, her naked ass in the air. "And I'll suck your prick until you beg for mercy."
"There's nothing new about that, but it sounds good to me."
She stroked his belly and took all seven inches of his prick inside her lips. Then he breathed deeply as she abruptly released his cock.
As his taut-skinned cockhead shot out of her mouth, she smacked her lips together. Then with a wild giggle she dropped down again and pressed her lips against his ball-bag.
Their marriage was a happy one and their sex life was good. Their children, Linda and Pete, were nice kids who gave them no problems. Gloria felt her life was complete, especially at moments like this when she was about to blow Mike.
Now his prick stood up and swayed like a salami. She squeezed the tip and then swooped down and licked up the juices from the tiny slit in his cockhead. She worked her way down to the thick base of his cockpole and licked him hungrily. He lay perfectly still, his eyes closed and his breathing regular.
"I never get tired of having your tongue on my cock, hon," he said.
Gloria didn't answer. Her own excitement was building quickly. Just the other day Mike's sister, Susan, had stopped by and the two women had chatted about sex. Although Susan was pushing thirty she was still single. But Gloria knew she enjoyed an active sex life.
"Do you and Mike still dig it together?" Susan had said.
"We not only dig it, it gets better all the time."
"When you talk like that I'm tempted to get married," Susan said. "But, I don't know. It worries me, with the high divorce rate and all."
"When you're ready you'll get married," Gloria said.
Susan shrugged.
"It's easy for you to say. But the older a woman gets the harder it is to find someone decent."
"You don't seem to have any trouble finding men. George is crazy about you."
Susan grimaced.
"George is okay to have as a friend, but I'll never marry him."
"Surely you haven't been platonic friends all these years."
"Oh, no, I let him fuck me once in a while to keep him happy. As a matter of fact a few years ago I thought he might be the right one. We had a hot and heavy thing for about two weeks." She giggled uncharacteristically. "Maybe if he wasn't such a typical accountant. He's so stodgy."
Gloria agreed with her, but she didn't say as much.
"Men like George make good husbands," she said instead.
"You mean unmarried high school English teachers better grab whatever they can get."
Gloria flushed.
"I don't mean anything of the sort. You know you don't look your age. Just the other day Mike and I were talking about that. We agree that you don't look a day over twenty-one."
"Speaking of Mike, I've always been a little curious about my favorite brother. Is he a good fuck or what?"
Now Gloria licked harder on Mike's prick. Thinking about Susan made her hornier. Somehow knowing his sister found him sexy was a turn-on for her. She wondered if Susan ever fantasized about going to bed with Mike. It was incest, but it happened in the best of families. It had happened in Gloria's family, many, many years ago. She never talked about it to anyone, but she remembered and always would.
"Oh, yeah," Mike said still not stirring, but casually fondling her hair. "Some sucking, hon."
She licked up and down his vein-throbbing cockshaft and polished his cockhead with saliva. She flicked her tongue over the curly thicket of hair surrounding his cock and over his balls.
She concentrated on his balls for a while, licking them tenderly and relishing the taste of his leathery ball-skin on her tongue. She felt his nuts tighten up as she tongued them.
On an impulse she took hold of his bag and held it in a way that made his balls become more prominent inside. She made an oval of her lips and sucked on one of his balls, actually managing to pull it into her mouth. She held it there a moment and then released it and worked the same magic on his other ball.
She was confident that Mike wouldn't come in her mouth unless she told him it was okay. She knew he was excited by the expression on his face, but he was a man with considerable control. He liked to savor every moment of sex, especially when she blew him.
"Hon, I never get tired of having your mouth on my prick," he said. "Who ever taught you to suck so good?"
They laughed together. Many years ago, when they were teenagers, Mike had taught her how to suck a cock. Of course Gloria had been an eager and apt pupil. She took to it like a duck to water.
They both had other lovers, but they always returned to each other. Then when Gloria became pregnant with Linda and they were married four months before Linda's birth and a day after Gloria graduated from high school.
It had been a good life. Gloria seldom became restless and when she did she went on a shopping spree. She sometimes felt out of tune with the times. So many women her age had jobs, there seemed to be a stigma against just being a house-wife. She tried not to let it bother her, but sometimes she envied women like Susan who lived alone and didn't have family worries.
"You're a born cock-sucker," Mike said now. "You get better and better."
Excited by the compliment, Gloria leaned over and took Mike's entire rigid seven-incher into her throat. When her nose hit his cock-bush, she began fucking his dick with her mouth.
He groaned deep in his throat as she bobbed her head up and down in a frenzy of lust. Suddenly she wanted his load in her mouth. Even if it meant she wouldn't get fucked, she wanted every last drop of jism shooting out of his nuts and into her mouth where it belonged.
As she mouth-fucked him, she twisted her head back and forth. She wiggled her ass with abandon and her tits flopped around inside her nightgown and threatened to fall out.
How she loved the feeling of blowing him! How she loved the moment when his come-cream spilled into her mouth!
Her own juices flowed, bubbly and hot and thick down the insides of her thighs. She had a hairy cunt and Mike sometimes teased her that all the hair covering her thick cuntlips made her cunt warmer and more horny. Trembling as she devoured his cock, she wondered if it could be true.
"Squeeze the base," he said.
She quickly gripped the root of his prick with one hand and lapped her tongue over his cockhead. With her free hand she felt around the warmth of her cunt gash. Her slit was sticky and very wet and she shivered as she ran two fingers up and down her sliminess.
Oh, yes, she would come quickly. One touch of her clit would bring her off. Oh, yes, just a touch will do it.
As she fluttered her tongue up and down Mike's cockshaft and squeezed his root, she touched the nubbin of flesh that was the key to her own pleasure. As she anticipated, exquisite waves of pleasure surged through her cunt and enveloped her entire body.
As wonderful as it was, it was only the beginning for the hot-assed wife. Maybe one orgasm was enough for some women, but not for Gloria Cannon, not by a long shot.
She slid her moist lips up and down his cockshaft as her orgasm subsided. She became more aroused after she came. Now she was almost desperate to have him shoot off in her mouth.
She moved swiftly, her lips caressing as they dragged over his dick. Her fingers tore into her cunt at the same time and her juices flowed thickly.
"I'm going to shoot!" Mike groaned. "I'm going to shoot right down your throat!"
She shivered wordlessly and watched his body stiffen and twitch under her devouring mouth.
She continued her frenzied sucking. At the same time she finger-fucked herself. Mike groaned and humped his ass off the bed. He became very verbal near the end. Talking always accompanied his orgasms.
"You're going to get a mouthful, hon," he said now. "Shit, that's some sucking. Your lips feel just like a cunt. Honest to God, just like a fucking pussy. Oh, shit, I'm almost there. Don't stop. Jesus, don't stop!"
He came in a rush and Gloria stopped moving. She felt the first jet of his pungent-tasting jizz on the roof of her mouth. The next splash hit her tongue and she let it lay there and relished the taste.
When his next blast shot into the back of her throat, she felt the familiar tremors begin in her pussy. Plunging two fingers deep inside her pussyslit, she brought herself off.
She shuddered violently as the intense sensations rocked her. Mike was still coming, filling her mouth so quickly some of his jizz leaked out of the corners of her lips.
She continued working her lips up and down his cock. She dragged her pouty lower lip over the sensitive underside of his prickshaft and rubbed her clit in a circular motion.
"Great blow-job, hon," Mike murmured. "Don't stop. Keep sucking it. Shit, it's good. Shit, keep moving your lips like that. I'm getting hard again. I can feel it. Keep doing that and I'll get hard again."
It was true. Gloria was delighted to see he was indeed getting hard again. She didn't bother stopping to rest. Her mouth never got tired of sucking cock. Even as it overflowed with his fuck-juices, she continued mouth-fucking him.
She momentarily stopped fingering herself. She'd had enough for now. Two good orgasms would hold her for a while. She had every intention off bringing him up again. It wasn't every day that she had an opportunity to take a load in her mouth and then get laid.
"Keep sucking, hon," he said. "Yeah, that's my girl."
Gloria would have sucked forever even if he hadn't asked for it. She loved giving head almost as much as she loved fucking. And fucking had been her favorite indoor sport for years.
Ever since she lost her cherry, having a cock in her mouth or her cunt made her happier than anything. Sometimes she dreamed about having an affair. As much as she loved Mike sometimes the sameness of their lives made her restless. She never acted on her dreams, although lately she thought about it more and more.
Now she was eager to have his cock inside her cunt. When Mike was really hot he could fuck her hard and deep and last a long time. The second time around he could last an hour. Sometimes he exhausted her, but most of the time she was happy to keep up with him.
"Come here, hon," he said, and she shifted her ass around on the bed.
Now as she licked and sucked his balls, he reached around and plunged two fingers into her cunthole.
She slid the ring of her lips down to the base of his cock. The feel of his fingers inside her took her by surprise, but she loved it. When he gnarled two fingers together it almost felt like a cock in her cunt.
Instinctively she began moving her ass in a fucking motion. His fingers made smacking sounds as they drilled in and out of her gulch.
"You're so ready, hon," he said. "Your pussy is so wet and open and fuckable."
She momentarily spit his prick out.
"I want you inside me!" she hissed, capping his prickknob with her eager lips.
He worked his fingers in and out of her hairy cunthole. At the same time he used his thumb to stroke her clit.
"Ummmmm, yes," she murmured. "Ummmmm, keep that up and I'll cream your hand."
"That's the idea," he said.
She felt the tension in her pussy mount as he fingered her clit. The pounding in her temples increased. She rode his stroking fingers, using like them like a cock while she lovingly licked his prick and balls.
Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and moved them to her ass. She stiffened and then relaxed. If he wanted her ass he could have it. There was nothing she enjoyed more than a good ass-fucking.
Now he pushed her asscheeks apart and touched her bung. He wet it with her cuntjuice and tenderly opened the puckered bud with a fingertip.
She squirmed her ass with delight when he shoved a finger inside her shit-chute.
"Oh, yes!" she said, burying her face against his spit-soaked balls.
As many times as she had her asshole fucked, her asshole was tight and firm. She was glad she exercised regularly. She paid special attention to her sphincter muscle and all the muscles in her cunt and ass. She took pride in being tight-cunted even after giving birth to two children.
"I'm getting you nice and wet," Mike said now. "Do you want to get on your hands and knees or do you want to lie on your back?"
"Hands and knees," she said, licking up and down his cock.
"I hate to tell you to stop because it feels so damn good, but you better bend over before I come in your mouth again."
Almost reluctantly the oversexed wife released his cock and flopped over onto her belly. He filled his hands with her tits. She rested her face on a pillow and squeezed her thighs together. Mike knew how to manipulate a tit.
Now he crouched behind her naked ass and she was delighted when he licked her round full cheeks with the tip of his tongue.
She automatically spread her legs as he kissed and tongued the backs of her thighs. When his tongue flicked into her asscrack, she pushed back. She hugged the pillow as he tried to force his tongue into her butt.
"Good try, honey," she giggled.
"Someday I'll do it," he said.
"I'm just as happy to have your finger in there."
"How about my cock?"
"That's good too."
She felt him deposit more saliva over her asshole in preparation for entering her. He licked up and down her asscrack and kneaded her asscheeks with his strong fingers.
He stiffened his tongue and tried again to stick it into her ass. When it failed to go in, he groaned and sat up.
"You'll have to make do with this," he said, moving his cock into position between her asscheeks.
"That's just fine with me, honey," she said, craning her neck to gaze back at him. "Just stick it in and fuck me. Fuck me hard."
A few moments later they both groaned as his thick cock pushed into the hot grip of her ass.
Chapter 2
It was past midnight and Mike and Gloria were fast asleep. The house was dark. Even Susan, who was staying the night, was in her room. Only Linda and Pete were awake. The teenagers were in Linda's room and the lights were out.
Brother and sister gaped open-jawed at the makeshift screen. Pete had borrowed a porn flick from a friend of his and he and Linda were watching it.
They were sitting up in Linda's bed, side by side, alternately giggling and groaning softly.
"Did you see her take his cock all the way into her throat?" Linda said.
"Jesus, did I!" Pete snickered into the blanket.
Linda poked him in the ribs.
"Don't make so much noise. Mom and Dad might hear us."
"Shut up and look at that."
The youngsters both gazed at the lewd scene on the screen. The woman, a busty blonde, was being fucked by two men. One was dicking her asshole and the other her pussy.
"How do they do it?" Linda hissed.
"She's got two fuck-holes, doesn't she?" Pete said with a chuckle.
Although Linda was older by two years, the youngsters were very close. Linda considered her brother to be her best friend. Pete pretended disinterest in front of other people, but privately he adored his sister and everyone knew it.
Now as they huddled together on Linda's bed they whispered and giggled and watched the film. Both pretended to be shocked by the sexual activity. In fact they were both quite experienced, considering their tender age.
"Do you think the folks do that?" Linda said. "Like when they go to bed early. Do you think mom lets dad do that to her?"
Pete shrugged.
"Who knows? Probably not. I don't think nice women let men fuck them in the ass."
Linda shot him a glance and snorted softly.
"I would."
The boy raised his eyebrows.
"You would?"
"Sure, if I really liked the guy."
"Well, maybe the folks do it too."
They sat silently for a while and watched the movie.
"I wonder if it hurts," Linda said.
"She didn't look like she was in any pain," Pete said, waving at the girl in the movie.
"Yeah, but she's an actress. She's just doing what they tell her to do."
"She's no actress. She's probably a whore."
"If she's a whore, what are the men?"
The boy thought for a moment.
"Yeah, you're right. Anyway, do you think she really comes."
"It's hard to say. The guys can't fake it, but girls can."
"Yeah, she did, didn't she?"
"Do you suppose Aunt Susan lets George fuck her in the asshole?"
The boy giggled uncontrollably and hid his face in a pillow.
Linda smacked him in the arm with her fist.
"Old George probably thinks his cock is just to pee with," she giggled.
"Aunt Susan's sexy," Pete said after a while. "She only goes out with George when there's no one else around."
"Jesus, it's over already," Linda said.
"Should we run it again?"
"No, three times is enough."
Pete moved off the bed and switched off the projector. He put the makeshift screen away and when everything was hidden he climbed back into bed beside his sister.
"What do you think you're doing?" the teenage blond smirked.
"Aw, let me," Pete frowned, reaching for her under the covers.
But Linda was too quick for him. She scooted over to the side of the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.
"Don't touch or I'll scream," she giggled.
"Aw, shit, Sis, you promised we'd do it when the movie was over."
"Well, maybe I changed my mind."
He sat up straight and leaned his back against the headboard. He clutched his crotch.
"Jesus, you promised and I've got a hard-on like you wouldn't believe."
"Show-off," Linda smiled. "Anyway, do you remember the first time I sucked your cock?"
Pete grinned.
"Sure do."
"I spit it out that time, remember. When you came I spit it out." She made a face. "I didn't like the taste at all."
"Yeah, you spit it all over my balls," Pete said. "I tried to get you to swallow it, but you wouldn't."
"Now I love the taste," the teenage girl giggled, rolling onto her belly and facing her brother.
"Aw, shit, Sis, if you're going to talk like that my hard-on will never go down."
"Oh, stop complaining," his sister said. "I'm not complaining and my pussy's all wet."
"Well, I'm willing to do it."
Linda moved a hand between her legs and shook her head.
"Not tonight. Aunt Susan's right next door and she might hear us."
"Oh, shit!"
"We'll do it tomorrow after school."
"What about mom?"
"She's going shopping tomorrow afternoon. I heard her talking to some of her friends."
"Promise?"
His hand moved frantically under the covers.
Linda suddenly pulled the blanket back.
"Stop jerking off in my bed," she said.
Pete pulled the covers back and placed both hands on top of the blanket.
"Is this better? Jesus, a guy can't even jerk off around here."
"Remember the first time we did it?" Linda said, tracing a fingertip over his hand.
"Yeah," the boy smirked. "You thought you knew everything."
"Well, I knew more than you. I already lost my cherry."
"Yeah, but you never sucked a guy off."
"But I licked a few cocks."
"But mine was the first one you really sucked."
Brother and sister chatted about the first time they fucked. They held hands now and Linda moved around and placed one of Pete's hands on her firm young tits.
"Talking about it is making me hornier than the movie did," she said.
He rolled his eyes and touched the mass between his legs.
"It's still hard," he said.
"Anyway," Linda said, ignoring his words. "Do you really think mom lets dad fuck her in the ass?"
"I don't know," her brother said.
Linda sat up and thrust her chest out. She was wearing shortie pajamas and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. She'd never been shy in front of her brother. They had bathed together as young children and grown up in a house where there weren't too many hang-ups.
"I wonder if George is a cocksman," she said.
Pete smirked.
"How can he be a cocksman? He's so straight."
"I think Aunt Susan likes sex too much to go with a guy who isn't a cocksman."
"She's not too crazy about him, remember?"
"She keeps going back to him."
The little blonde glanced down at her boobs. She shifted around on the bed and watched them bounce.
"Who cares if George is a cocksman or not," Pete said. "Why are you shaking your tits if you don't want to do it?"
Linda tossed her long mane of hair over one shoulder and made a face.
"Because I just love teasing you, Darling Brother."
Pete made a grab for her, but she pulled away and jumped off the bed.
"It's late, you better go to bed."
She climbed back onto the bed when Pete pulled the covers over his head.
"Shit," he muttered, the blanket covering his face.
She nudged him.
"Come on, get up. We both better get to sleep. If Mom hears us she'll kill me."
Pete snickered.
"Yeah, she'll blame you."
"Very cute," Linda giggled. "She always blames me because I'm the oldest. If you want to know the truth, I think she thinks you're so damn cute that even if you weren't younger she'd find a reason to blame me."
They both giggled then. It was no secret in the Cannon family that Gloria was partial to her son while Mike was partial to Linda. The children weren't bothered by it. In fact Linda understood why her mother preferred Pete. For a kid his age he was very sexy.
Now the boy sat up in bed and swung his legs onto the floor.
"Okay, I'm going," he said.
Linda gazed at his cock through his pajamas. It throbbed and swayed as he rose up. Pete saw the expression in her eyes and he sat down again. With a smile, he shoved his hand inside his pajamas and began jerking off.
"Okay, jerk off," Linda said. "I'll watch you. Maybe I'll jerk off too. We never did that before."
"Go ahead," Pete said. "Jesus, this thing is hard."
"I think I'll just watch you for a while," Linda said. "You really do have a nice cock for a kid."
Pete snickered. "Thanks a heap."
"Do you suppose Aunt Susan does kinkier things than the folks to because she's single and all?"
"Well, she's a teacher."
"So what? Teachers are people too."
Pete stroked his prick faster now.
"Yeah, I guess so," he said through clenched teeth.
"Do you remember the time you came all over my face?"
The horny blonde teenager moved her hands under her pajamas and squeezed her tits.
"Yeah," Pete breathed as he jerked off.
"I came too when your jizz splashed all over my face," she said. "It was so sudden I almost died. You made that funny noise you make and then all your sticky spunk was running down my cheeks. God, it felt funny!"
"You looked funny too."
Linda tossed her head back and giggled.
"You looked funnier. When you thought I was mad. God, I laughed so hard I wet my pants."
"I was scared you might kill me."
"Well, I almost did when it got in my hair."
"You really came, huh?"
"It freaked me out," she said. "I mean, it almost totaled me."
Pete's fist flew up and down his cockpole.
"Did you ever catch the folks doing it?"
"No, did you?"
The boy shook his head. He squeezed the root of his prick and smirked.
"No, but I watched mom jerk off once."
"You did?" Linda's eyes shone even as she swallowed a yawn. "When? Tell me. What did she look like? Why didn't you tell me before? What was it like?"
"I only watched for a minute."
"Well, what did she look like?" Linda demanded.
"Real pretty," the teenage boy said in a hushed voice.
"When did it happen?"
The blonde lay on her side and moved her hand inside her pajama bottoms.
"I was just a little kid."
"Oh, shit, that was years ago. You probably imagined it."
"No, I saw her," the boy said firmly. "I remember how she looked when she came too. Her face got real peaceful like. She looked beautiful."
Linda paused thoughtfully.
"Did you ever think about fucking mom?"
Pete released his cock and watched it sway back and forth between his legs.
"Sure."
"Me too," Linda said.
Pete proceeded to jerk off.
"You mean you think about fucking mom?" he chuckled.
"No, asshole, I think about fucking dad."
"Jesus, this thing's going to waste."
"Aim it at your mouth."
"Oh, shit, that's not funny. What does it taste like, Sis?"
His hand jerked more slowly over his shaft.
"It's hard to describe."
She fingered herself.
It was tempting to let Pete fuck her, but it was also dangerous. They made too much noise when they fucked and Aunt Susan was sleeping in the next room.
"Try," Pete said now. "What food does it taste most like?"
The blonde teenager watched her brother's balls swell up. She licked her lips at the thought of all the jism inside his ball-sac.
"It's sort of bitter," she said. "Don't do that so fast. I'm doing it too and I want to come when you do."
"Pull your panties down so I can watch you."
She tugged her pajamas down and spread her thighs.
"Better?" she grinned.
"Yeah, that's some cunt you've got."
"That's a vulgar expression."
"Sorry. Anyway, what does it taste like?"
"Slow down," she said. "Maybe I'll lick it for you if you don't shoot yet."
The boy stopped moving. He grinned and lay perfectly still with his legs parted. His pajamas were coiled around his feet and now he tugged the garment off.
He palmed his cockshaft, but didn't pump it.
"Whatever you say, Sis," he said in a hoarse voice.
"Just touch the tip," she said. "Smear your fuck-cream over your prickknob."
He did as she said. He polished his cockhead with his spunk and fingered the flared rim under his mushroom-shaped head.
"Come on, Sis," he croaked. "You said you'd suck it."
"I said maybe."
"Well, okay, tell me what it tastes like."
"Well," she smiled, "once you get past the bitterness the thing I like the best is the thickness."
The boy beat his meat.
"Yeah, what else?"
"It's real creamy." Linda stroked a single finger in and out of her cunthole. "It's sticky and a little salty."
The boy's body twitched with excitement. The sheets tangled up under him.
"Shit, Sis, I'm almost there."
"No, don't come!"
She spoke in such a commanding tone he stopped jerking off.
"Huh?"
He looked bewildered.
She moved closer to him on the bed.
"Put it in my mouth," she said.
"I guess you're pretty hot. You sure you don't want to fuck?"
She twisted a strand of blonde hair around her finger.
"No, I want to suck it."
He disentangled himself from the covers and watched as she removed the top of her pajamas. She watched him smile crookedly as he gazed at her tits.
When she was naked, she climbed over him and kissed him. Their firm young bodies meshed perfectly. He automatically pushed his knee between her legs. She rubbed up against him like a cat.
His arms encircled her and she pushed her tits into his chest. Her nipples were hard and long and she knew the feel of them on his skin was exciting.
He held her head with one hand and stroked her hair. They frenched in a frenzy and breathed hard. Both were careful not to make undue noise.
After the first rush of hunger, they kissed each other softly and lovingly. Then the sweetness of the embrace developed into another blistering french kiss.
Pete landed on top of his sister and they ground their strong young bodies together. Again he wedged his knees between her legs. Her juices drenched his leg as he rubbed her hot slit.
She reached between them and eagerly clasped his prick in her fist.
"Suck my tits," she said, squeezing his cock in her hand.
He bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He turned around into the sixty-nine position, moving his prick and balls over her face.
She held his ass and sighed when he ran his tongue all over the insides of her thighs. She hadn't expected this. She had expected to suck him off, but now it seemed that he was going to suck her too.
"Suck it, Sis," the boy said hoarsely as he blew his warm breath over her teenaged cunt.
"Just don't make too much noise," she said.
She heard him sniffing around her gulch and she extended her tongue and licked his cockhead.
"Jesus!" he hissed.
She brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes and brought his cock down to her mouth. When she had hold of his prick inside her lips, she began sucking.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, burying his face between her legs. "Oh, yeah!"
Chapter 3
Gloria went to visit her mother and for the first few days Mike was restless. On the third night he played poker with some friends and the next night he bowled.
When he arrived home, he entered the house through the garage. Even though he'd had a half dozen beers he paused at the refrigerator and reached for another.
He tipped his head back and drank the cold liquid. He missed Gloria. He hated sleeping alone and he was horny. He considered going out and picking up a hooker, but decided against it. A little outside action wouldn't hurt anything, but he didn't want to fuck some slut.
Now he leaned against the sink and finished his beer. He had another before he went upstairs. He felt heavy limbed, but otherwise steady on his feet. He was proud of his capacity for booze.
Before entering his bedroom, he hesitated. The kids were old enough to take care of themselves, but Gloria usually checked on them before she went to sleep.
Linda sometimes teased her about being the kind of mother who would continue cutting up their meat when they were twenty. Mike smiled in the darkness of the hall. Linda had a terrific sense of humor.
He opened the door to Pete's room and peered inside. The boy was sleeping soundly and he closed the door again.
He gazed across the hall at Linda's door. Maybe he oughtn't to barge in on her. She was a girl and a well-developed girl at that. Then he decided he was being silly. With all the maniacs running around loose, if anyone needed protection it was a teenaged girl.
He moved quietly toward her room and held his breath as he turned the knob. He noticed too late that there was a dim light under the girl's door. What if she was lying in bed naked? What if he was intruding on her privacy?
His heart pounded in his chest and the beer clouded his mind. Dropping to one knee, he gazed through the keyhole into the room. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
Even though it was after midnight, his teen-aged daughter was still awake. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror, naked from the waist up.
She was touching herself. Her hands cupped her generously developed tits as she squeezed them. Her nipples were long and hard-looking and dark pink in hue.
Her long blonde hair hung loosely down her back. He couldn't see the expression on her face because she was turned to the side. She seemed to have her eyes closed, and yet she stood not two feet form the mirror.
Mike almost fell over when his daughter unhooked her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She stepped out of it and he groaned softly. She had on flimsy bikini panties under the skirt and nothing else.
He pressed his eye against the keyhole and labored to breathe. At any moment she might remove her panties. Could she sense that she was being watched? Would she open the door and find him spying on her?
His mind stopped functioning rationally. He thought about Gloria and how much he missed her. He thought about his horny cock and how he was sick and tired of jerking off.
He knew he ought to go to bed and go out the next day and get laid. But the sight of his pretty blonde daughter was too enticing. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to. His legs wouldn't carry him.
'You're a pervert,' he told himself.
He felt warm and overheated. His mouth was dry and he moved a hand to his crotch and clutched his cock.
'If any other man in the world was having these thoughts about Linda I'd kill him. On the other hand, is it so unnatural?' he thought. 'She's a female and I'm a man. In a way isn't it natural that I find her appealing?'
'But you're her father,' his inner voice said. 'Other men aren't related to her. Get the hell to bed.'
'In a minute,' he thought. He rubbed his cock through his pants. 'Just let me look at her for another minute.'
He swore under his breath. Just when he needed Susan she wasn't around. She stayed over on nights she didn't feel like being alone. Yet since Gloria had been away she hadn't come over once.
Inside the room the teenaged girl preened before the mirror. She turned around and faced the door. She looked so pretty wearing only panties. Mike held his breath at the sight of her big milkers.
She turned her head and faced the mirror, but stroked her tits seductively. It occurred to Mike that she was mimicking a stripper or one of those girls who made porno flicks.
It would be just like her or Pete to get hold of one of those films and watch it. He was glad his kids were close, but sometimes he thought there was something unnatural about their relationship.
Gloria thought he was crazy. She thought it was wonderful that brother and sister were so fond of each other. Mike thought Gloria sounded a little wistful when she talked about the youngsters. Mike got the feeling she was a little envious of her own daughter.
Now as Mike stared into the room, he noticed for the first time the downy hairs spilling out of the crotch of Linda's panties. The girl continued examining herself in the mirror. She had dropped her hands from her tits and began slowly peeling off her panties.
Mike felt a throbbing in his gut.
'Jesus, what a doll!'
He rubbed himself. Damn, he was hard!
When Linda's panties were halfway off her ass, she turned around and he saw her round belly and slim hips. Her pussy was still covered by her bikini and his heart pounded so hard he thought she must be able to hear it.
The teenaged girl raised her arms and her tits lifted up adorably. Mike worked his lips. Just a taste of those tits and he'd die happy.
As he watched the delectable blonde, Mike realized his daughter was more sexually mature than he or Gloria realized. Lots of girls her age weren't virgins nowadays. The thought of his daughter being fucked by some pimple-faced kid drove him into a fury.
It was then that he first considered barging into her room and demanding to know if she was a virgin. He was her father. He had a right to know. If she wasn't a virgin there was nothing he could do about it. But if she was he could caution her about not giving it away to some asshole.
Now she smiled into the mirror and pushed her panties down to her knees. Mike felt his throat constrict. She was so beautiful. So womanly and yet still a child.
His breath caught when she spread her legs and touched her pussy. She fluffed up her muff with her fingernails and swayed her hips seductively.
Then with a little dance, she twisted around and faced the door. Mike felt a moment of panic. He straightened up and began to move down the hall, but it was too late.
The door to Linda's room opened and the girl poked her head out. For a moment she looked stunned. Then her face changed and she reached out to him. She pursed her lips adorably and seemed to be thinking. Then with narrowed eyes, she smiled invitingly.
They both glanced down at his hard-on at the same moment. The girl giggled softly and muffled the sound with her hand.
"Wow, Dad!" she said, extending her hand.
Mike cleared his throat.
"I just got home from bowling," he said in a hoarse voice.
"I was just getting ready for bed," she said at the same time.
They burst out laughing, Mike chuckling nervously and Linda not even bothering to cover her nakedness.
"Oh, Dad, look at you," she giggled, her eyes boring into the throbbing mass between his legs.
"Honey, you're as naked as a newborn babe," he said.
He took her hand and stepped into her bedroom. She kicked the door closed and followed him as he sat down on the bed.
"I guess I better put a robe on," she said, moving to her closet.
His eyes were on the floor as she tied the terrycloth robe around herself.
"I was only out there a minute," he said.
"I thought someone was watching me, but I thought it was Pete."
Mike raised his head. His eyes looked stricken.
"I'm sorry, babe. I'll go now."
The teenager nodded, but even as she did she sat down on the bed next to him and linked her arm through his.
"I'll bet you miss mom," she said.
Mike cleared his throat.
"Yes, in more ways than one."
"Is there anything I can do, Dad?"
He stared into her eyes and wondered if she was as naive as she sounded. Her eyes smoldered and her face was flushed. He decided to be honest.
"Yes, there's something you can do for your old man," he said in a husky voice.
The teenager's eyes were glued to his crotch.
"What is it, Dad?" she said. "What can I do for you?"
He licked his suddenly parched lips and met her gaze. She sat beside him, her thigh warm against his. She seemed to be waiting expectantly, and she looked so sweet and tender and delicious he could hardly breathe.
She felt him tremble. Her initial shock at finding him in the hall was gone. She couldn't keep her eyes off his prick. It pushed aggressively against his pants and threatened to burst his zipper.
"Lots of girls your age are no longer children," he said. He took her hand in his and squeezed it. "You're a very beautiful girl, honey."
Linda smiled and patted his arm.
"Do you really think so, Dad?"
The color drained from Mike's face.
"You're the most beautiful girl I know."
"Don't tell mom that," the teenager giggled.
She leaned closer and hooked her arm through his. Her tits spilled over the top of her robe. She realized he was staring at her cleavage, but she deliberately left her robe partially open. She liked seeing the expression on his face.
"Will you let me touch you, honey?" he said finally.
"Touch me?" her voice was a whisper.
"You understand what I mean by touch you, don't you?"
She smiled and tossed her hair back.
"Yes, I think so."
He stroked her hair.
"I'm not so sure you do."
She kissed his cheek lightly.
"Dad, honest, I do."
"Oh, Jesus!"
"I think I knew the minute I opened the door and saw you out there in the hall. I could tell by the way you were looking at me. And mom's away and all, so you miss her. Anyway, Dad, go ahead and touch me. Touch me anywhere you want. I really want you to."
She stretched out on the bed and held her arms out. He leaned over, his hands clammy, but steady. He touched her arm and she shivered all over. She opened her legs, still gazing clear-eyed at his face.
"You're not ... you're not..."
"A virgin?"
"Yeah, a virgin."
"No," she said in a soft voice.
He touched her thigh. He moved his hand inside her robe and stroked the warmth of her.
"Jesus, you're so lovely."
"Touch me all over, Dad," she said. "I want to be lovely for you. Touch me everywhere."
By now the teenager was totally aroused. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined balling her father. But he wanted her. He thought she was lovely. The loveliest woman he knew. That's what he said. The loveliest. Lovelier than her mother. She could hardly contain her excitement.
Now Mike hovered over her and stroked her silken thighs. He untied her robe and opened it. The sight of her naked body so close up took his breath away. He groaned and planted a kiss in the middle of her belly button.
The teenager spread her legs wider apart and sighed deeply. She toyed with the hairs on the back of his neck and brushed her fingers over his ears.
"I want you, Dad," she said.
She knew he would do whatever she wanted. She stroked his hair while he planted kisses all over her belly.
"Oh, baby," he murmured over her again and he fondled and caressed her thighs.
With every kiss he planted on her belly, he squeezed a new place on her legs.
She knew what they were doing was wrong, but she didn't want him to stop. Anyway, she liked to think of herself as a maverick. And with her mother away he needed her. How could she refuse him?
"That feels nice, Dad," the teenager said. "So does that ... and that."
He tongued her navel and filled his hands with her tits. He moved up and captured one of her tits between his teeth. He bit down lightly and then tongued the tip.
"Do I taste sweet?" she teased.
"As sweet as anything I ever tasted."
She moaned when he gently pushed her over onto her belly and moved her robe off her ass. She trembled when he parted her asscheeks. She wiggled her ass to encourage him.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, almost into her asscrack. He kissed the small of her back and the backs of her thighs. He rubbed his face against her asscheeks and the feel of his bristly chin made her shiver.
He kissed her everywhere. Finally she could take no more.
"Take your clothes off, Dad," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to hers. "Please take your clothes off and touch me all over."
She instinctively parted her lips and pulled his tongue into her mouth. He sucked on her tongue and pressed his body against hers.
Making it with her father was very different from making it with Pete or other teenage boys. Her father really knew where to touch her. He knew all the secret little places that excited a woman. Suddenly she felt a surge of envy for her mother. Why should Gloria be the only one to enjoy her father's expert lovemaking?
Now he pulled away, but not before she reached out and brushed her fingers over his crotch.
"Can we suck each other off?" she said.
Mike blanched. He fumbled with his zipper, muttering under his breath all the while. Finally his shorts were down and his cock sprang free.
"Oh, yes!" the teenage girl breathed. She flung her robe off and sat forward. "Oh, yes, let's do it, daddy."
He climbed forward and she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his prick. She had never seen one so big.
"Do you like it?" he said.
She gazed at his dick with fascinated eyes.
"I love it," she said softly.
Without a word she pumped his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. She worked his cockskin up and down his rigid pole. It felt so good to know she was responsible for this monstrous hard-on. She felt powerful and grown-up.
She worked her hands over his cock and balls. At one point he stretched out on his back and she climbed around and cradled his prick between her tits.
"Let me suck you first," she said, dropping her face down between his legs.
Mike nodded wordlessly. He gazed at her softly parted lips.
"You've given head before, haven't you?"
"Of course."
And then she took him into her mouth and he groaned. She licked his cockhead and the tiny veins that meandered at random up and down his cockshaft.
"Turn around," he said, and he easily moved her body so her pussy soon hovered over his mouth.
She wet her fingers with saliva and toyed with his balls while she sucked his prick. Mike rammed his prick upward until the head nudged her throat.
Linda felt the thrill of having his balls punch her chin and his cock-bush tickle her nose. She lowered her ass and slowly released his prick from her throat when he began licking her cuntslit.
He made slurping sounds as he clamped his lips to her gash and created a suction-like hold. She bucked her ass and rubbed herself against his mouth.
The bed rocked as father and daughter became caught up in forbidden lust. Without any warning, Mike took her clit between his teeth and whipped it with his tongue.
The teenaged girl emitted a muffled groan and slid her lips down to the base of his prick. She could only hold his prick in her throat for a moment, but Mike grunted with pleasure.
Their bodies were wet with perspiration. They rocked back and forth in the middle of the bed, the covers a tangle.
They came at almost the same moment. Mike slammed his dick into her throat when his balls erupted. She took the first jet of jism against her windpipe and then she came.
Her cunt spasmed as his cock exploded. He licked up the thick juices that she expelled from her pussy. She swallowed the delicious cream that splashed out of his prick.
When it was over they lay in each other's arms. Linda's face was buried in his shoulder. She was the first to speak.
"Can we do it again tomorrow?"
"We'll see," he said. "We'll see."
Chapter 4
Susan was confused. Sometimes she enjoyed being single and independent. Sometimes, though, when her students gave her a rough time, she wanted to quit her job and never work again.
Today she wanted to be anywhere but where she was. Teaching high school English was becoming a chore.
After her last class she hurried home. After changing into jeans and a baggy tee-shirt, she sat down on her sofa with a bottle of wine and watched a late afternoon soap opera.
She thought about her life and sighed. She was pushing thirty and she was still single. There was no longer a stigma attached to being unmarried, but there was a certain amount of loneliness.
She thought about George. She knew she ought to marry him. He was what her mother used to call a good man. But he was so boring, in bed and out. God knows she'd tried. But going to bed with George wasn't even as good as masturbating.
She was surprised to find the wine bottle empty when the program was over. She returned to the kitchen for another bottle, but found she was out.
She swore under her breath a she slipped into a leather jacket and went out to her car. She drove to her local store and picked up two bottles of her favorite white wine.
She was surprised to see her nephew behind the counter.
"What are you doing here?" she said.
"I'm working here after school," Peter said. "Please, don't say anything, Aunt Susan."
Susan nodded gravely and paid him for the wine. Then she paused.
"How late do you work?"
"I'm off in a half hour."
"Come on over and have supper with me. Your old aunt is feeling low."
The boy grinned and nodded.
"Sure, Aunt Susan. I'll call mom and tell her."
"Don't bother. I'll call her."
As she drove home she thought about her sister-in-law and Pete. She envied Gloria. Pete was adorable and a joy to be around. Sometimes Susan felt more like his older sister than his aunt. Sometimes she felt more warmly toward him than she liked to admit even to herself.
Once she was back in her apartment she phoned Gloria and told her that Pete was coming to her place for supper. Gloria had just run into the house with groceries so the two women didn't talk long. Susan replaced the receiver and looked into the refrigerator. What to make for supper?
She decided on hot dogs and frozen french fries. She had ice cream in the freezer and hot fudge sauce she'd heat up. She took hot dog buns from the freezer and popped them in the oven to defrost. She sipped her wine while she moved around the small kitchen. She was happy that Pete was coming over. It would be nice not to have to eat alone from a tray on her lap.
She watched the local news broadcast and finished another half bottle of wine. By the time Pete arrived, she walked unsteadily to the door.
She winked as she closed the door behind him.
"Your old aunt is a little drunk," she said.
He slouched down on the sofa and grinned.
"Got a beer?"
She made a clucking sound with her tongue, but moved to the refrigerator and took out a beer.
"Here, child. If your folks ever find out I give you this stuff it means my head."
He threw his head back and took a big gulp.
"I'll never tell." He smacked his lips. "Sure hits the spot."
"So does this," she said, sipping her wine and sprawling down into a chair. "Guess what we're having for supper?"
"Hot dogs and french fries."
She raised her glass in a mock salute.
"You know your old aunt well."
"You really hate to cook, don't you?"
She nodded and twisted the bottom of her tee-shirt.
"Yes, but sometimes I miss not having a family."
"Do you think you're ever going to get married?"
"Sure, I just don't know when."
"You're not going to marry George, are you?"
She grimaced.
"Not if I can help it"
Pete snickered and moved to the kitchen for another beer.
"I'm glad," he said. "He's a jerk."
"He's a good man, George is, and if I had any brains I'd probably marry him."
"He's too straight for you, Aunt Susan. You're different from other women your age. You're sort of more like a kid only smarter, you know?"
She nodded gravely, circling one fingertip over the mist in her wine glass.
"Fortunately, I talk to kids your age all day so I do indeed understand your convoluted language."
When she rose up and went to the kitchen for another bottle of wine, she noticed the boy staring at her ass.
"It's not polite to stare at your aunt's ass," she said, plopping down on the sofa.
The boy chuckled. He drained his beer and this time when he went for another he returned with a six-pack.
"Well, don't be bashful," Susan giggled, sloshing some of her wine over the rim of the glass. "Just help yourself."
"I just did," the teenager said.
"Do you think I have a nice ass as asses go?" she said.
He choked on his beer and she had to smack his back.
"Jesus, you ask the damndest questions," he said.
"Please don't choke to death in my apartment. Your father would kill me. Well, do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Think I have a nice ass?"
"Yeah, as asses go."
"Stinker!" she picked up a pillow and threw it at his face.
"Aw, come on, you made me spill my beer."
"When I'm fishing for a compliment I'm fishing for a compliment."
They had a good easy relationship and there was nothing unusual about them rough-housing together. When he grabbed her arm and pulled her against him, Susan thought nothing of it.
"Ouch, you're hurting me," she said.
He released her arm and she pushed the pillow into his face.
"Gotcha!" she giggled.
The can of beer fell out of the boy's hand as they struggled. Finally he managed to hold Susan's arms behind her back.
"Give up?" he said.
"Yes!" she panted.
The moment he released her she pushed him down on the sofa and climbed over him.
He pretended he was helpless against her and she pinned his arms down and hovered over him.
"Who's the one with brute strength?" she said, her long red hair hanging down and framing her face.
"You are, now let me up."
"Not until I'm ready."
With one shove of his wrists he pushed her over and sat up. She fell forward and he grabbed her. They stayed that way for a moment without speaking.
She held her breath and then whistled softly as she finally exhaled.
"Damn!" she muttered.
The boy flushed. He sat forward with his hands at his sides.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She shook her head. There was an electric charge in the room. She knew he felt it too even though he tried to act as if nothing had happened.
He picked up her wine glass and took a big gulp.
"Pete?" she said in a shaky voice.
"What?"
Without looking at him she took his hand and moved it to her lap.
"Something funny is happening," she said.
"Yeah, I know."
"What are we going to do?"
He shrugged.
"I don't know."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him gazing at her. He looked flushed and excited. She turned to face him, his hand still on her lap.
"Oh, Pete, I never expected this to happen."
"Me neither."
"You're not scared, are you?"
He shook his head solemnly.
"Hell, no."
"Thank God for that," she breathed.
"What are we going to do?" he said.
"The only thing we can do," she said.
He set his jaw and she tousled his hair.
"What's the harm?" she said softly, rising unsteadily to her feet. "The hot dogs can wait."
She yanked on his hand and he rose up too. She glanced down at his crotch. There was no mistaking the bulge between his legs.
"That can't."
She moved her arms around his neck and hugged him against her. They fit together well and for a moment she forgot he was her nephew and only fourteen.
She brushed her lips against his and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Sweet," she whispered, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom.
They stood near the bed. She unbuckled his belt and pressed up against him. He hugged her so hard she had trouble breathing.
"Take it easy," she said, struggling to free herself from his bear-like grip.
But she clung to him and kissed him full on the lips. When she broke the kiss, the boy dragged his lips down her throat and licked her ear.
The combination of wine and frustration dissolved her inhibitions. She was past caring about right or wrong. Her pussy was dripping and hot. She felt the crotch of her panties sticking inside her cuntlips.
"You're holding me too tight," she said.
"Jesus, I can't believe you're letting me do this!"
"Don't say anything to make me change my mind."
When he tongued her ear, she knew she was lost. She had very sensitive ears. All a man had to do was lick the inside of her ear and she'd spread her legs for him.
Now her heart pounded against his chest. They were still fully dressed and she tried to unbutton her jeans.
"Let's get undressed," she said, her voice muffled by his lips.
He moved his hand to her tits.
"Yeah, let's get undressed."
She gasped when he flicked her nipple through her tee-shirt.
"You know how, don't you?"
He pinched her nipple delicately. He flushed and grinned proudly.
"That's not all I know."
"Jesus Christ, my own nephew, a lover!"
Slowly and deliberately he pushed her down on the bed.
"Come on, Aunt Susan," he murmured. "You're driving me crazy."
With a ragged moan, she pulled his face down and kissed him. He climbed over her and they rolled around until she lay on top of him.
"I thought my little nephew was coming over for hot dogs and ice cream."
He struggled to sit up, his cock bulging tightly inside his jeans.
"Ouch," he snickered. "We can eat later, can't we?"
They rose up together and he slid his arms around her waist from behind. She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror. In the dim light they almost looked the same age.
"Yes, we can eat later," she said. She turned around to face him and kissed him briefly. "As a matter of fact I'm always very hungry when I make love."
His eyes widened.
"I'm so damn hard," he said, kissing her again and again.
To tease him, she tried to get away, but he managed to grab her from behind. She leaned against him and felt his cock poke into her ass. She pushed back and felt his cock throb against her body.
"Yummy," she giggled. "You have got a hard-on there, young man."
He grasped her ass and pulled her against him. She stood with her legs apart and let the sensations wash over her. He held her tits and she strained her ass against his prick.
"You're driving me crazy, Petie."
She hadn't called him Petie in years.
"What do you think you're doing to me?"
She turned around and French-kissed him. He thrust a hand between her legs. She knew she was wet, but she wasn't prepared to hear the squishing sounds his fingers made.
"Jesus, let's get on that bed," she said.
He couldn't seem to take his hands off her. He kissed the back of her neck when she pulled the spread back. She went limp against him when he rubbed her boobs.
"Oh, Pete, I think this is going to be one wonderful fuck."
She rubbed her ass back against his prick.
Staring into each other's eyes, they undressed. When they each had removed their jeans, they climbed onto the bed and Pete hovered over her.
He rubbed her slit through her panties. In her aroused state she thought he was the most exciting man she'd ever known.
He pushed the wet crotch of her panties inside her slit and she squirmed her ass. Her clit was so hard and swollen she didn't need much to drive her over the brink.
"Are you really going to let me fuck you, Aunt Susan?"
"I didn't have this in mind when I invited you over, you know that, don't you?"
He nodded.
"Yeah, but now are you really going to let me get in your pants?"
She grimaced.
"What a quaint expression."
He frowned.
"Well, are you?"
"Yes, I am, darling nephew," she said, pulling his lips down on hers. "I'm a woman and I don't play games. Of course we're going to fuck. Of course. Oh, God, suck my tits!"
She pulled her tee-shirt over her head and before she could remove her bra he was kissing her shoulders and throat.
Her pussy flooded as he nibbled her earlobes and worked his face inside her cleavage.
She managed to move her hand inside his shorts and grab hold of his prick. He groaned when she touched him and she sighed with contentment. Sometimes young boys came too quickly when they were overexcited. She had fucked one of her students once and he'd come all over her hand. But there was something mature about the feel of Pete's prick. And it was big. Big enough to satisfy the young aunt's growing sexual appetite.
Pete was finger-fucking her now. Her panties were half off and he worked his finger in and out of her cunt.
She closed her eyes as his finger entered her. It felt as good as some cocks.
"Deeper," she moaned, pumping his prick. "Give it to me deeper."
She unhooked her bra and tossed it away and then after that she helped him get his underwear off. As he fingered her, they kissed. He was a little awkward when she told him to shove another finger into her twat, but once it was in he did a nice job of frigging her.
"Don't forget my tits," she said, and the boy leaned over and sucked her tit into his mouth.
"Can we fuck now?" he said. "Please, Aunt Susan. I don't know how long I can last."
"Don't come yet," she said, turning in his arms. "I didn't come this far not to get laid."
Her tits bounced as she sat up. Her nipples were hard and dark with excitement. She made him lie down and she hovered over him. He stared at her with a dazed expression and she licked his nipples with delicate flicks of her tongue.
"Try and control yourself," she whispered. "I know your cock is very hard and you want to come, but a man must learn control." She felt around and took his prick in her fist. He grimaced. "Let me make love to it first. If you do come, don't worry. I'll get you up again. Okay?"
He smiled weakly.
"Yeah, okay."
She climbed between his legs and bent down. She held his dick with both hands and licked the tip softly. She spit on his piss-slit and he moaned, but she saw him grit his teeth. He was trying and she had a hunch he'd make it.
She reached up and caressed his nipples as she tongued his cock and balls. She never actually took his cock in her mouth. She knew he didn't have that much control. But she tongued it and drenched it with her saliva. And when she'd had her fill she straddled him.
"I'm going to do all the work," she said as she fit his cockhead into her cunt-socket.
He gazed up at her with hot eyes.
"I'll do whatever you want, Aunt Susan."
"I know, honey," she said as she moved forward and took him inside her. She threw her head back and shivered. "I know."
Chapter 5
Gloria passed Pete's room as she returned home from shopping. The door was partially open so she knocked lightly and walked in.
It was obvious from his reaction that he'd been jerking off. Gloria stifled a giggle.
"I better drop these things in my room," she said, backing out of the door.
As she opened her packages she thought about her son. She couldn't deny that she found the idea of his jerking off exciting. It was perfectly natural, but she didn't know how to handle it.
Mike always told her to ignore it. If Pete had any questions he'd handle them. Gloria felt left out. She and Linda had discussed sex, but in recent years Linda avoided the subject. Gloria suspected it was because her daughter had something to hide. There was no way the sexy nymphet could still be a virgin.
Now Gloria slipped into her new dress and admired herself in the mirror. It was funny the way she was more interested in Pete's sexuality than she was in Linda's. On the other hand it was probably normal. She was sure Mike didn't spend too much time thinking about Pete's gonads. But she knew he enjoyed looking at his daughter's well-shaped young body.
She turned around to see how her new dress draped over her ass. On an impulse she went to Pete's room to show him how she looked.
He was sitting at his desk doing homework when she entered.
"It's new," she said, turning around. "Do you like it?"
She realized he'd been playing with himself even as he sat at his desk. She deliberately turned her head so he could zip up his fly.
"Yeah, it's nice," the boy said after a minute.
"Good, then I'll keep it." She moved across the room and placed her hand on his shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Writing an essay."
She glanced over his shoulder.
"What's your subject?"
"Great American heroes."
"Who are you writing on?"
"I don't know yet."
She touched his hair.
"Want some help?"
Pete was basically intelligent, but he didn't do well in school. His teachers said it was because he had a limited ability to concentrate. Gloria thought they didn't know how to handle him.
"Yeah," he said, turning his head. "Who should I write about?"
"Well, let's see now," she said frowning. "I always found I did my best work when I was interested in my subject."
"You mean write about someone I like?"
"Something like that." She stood behind his chair and massaged his neck. "Feel good?"
"Yeah."
They continued discussing his paper and she continued massaging his neck and shoulders. She realized how quickly he was growing up.
'My baby,' she thought. 'Almost a man.'
He was almost as tall as Mike and becoming muscular. She moved her fingers down his upper arms. He instinctively tightened his muscles. Gloria thought it was cute that he was trying to impress her.
"Does it have to be someone like a president?" she said.
"She wants someone who's had an impact on world affairs. Anyway, that's what she said."
"An impact on world affairs," Gloria mused, still digging her fingers into his shoulders.
She glanced down at his thighs. His legs were sturdy and his jeans clung to them tightly.
She was finding it difficult to concentrate. She moved back and he turned around.
"You used to be interested in Abraham Lincoln when you were little."
"That felt good, Mom," he said.
The boy had a strange glint in his eyes. Gloria felt disconcerted. She opened the door and took a step into the hall. She breathed more easily now.
"Well, you'll think of something, I know you will."
She closed the door rather abruptly and moved across the hall to her room. She felt damp with perspiration and she removed her new dress and hung it up.
'Strange, to feel like this,' she thought. 'Pete's my son and he's only fourteen. Why is my heart beating so fast?'
She finished putting her new clothes away. She tried not to think about the unmistakable bulge in Pete's fly.
She tried to force herself to think about what she would fix for dinner. That made her think of Susan. The week before Pete had gone to Susan's for dinner. That in itself wasn't unusual, but that night when he returned home he'd acted peculiar.
Now she wondered what had happened that night at Susan's apartment. She knew Susan gave Pete beer. Maybe he'd been sick and didn't want her to know. Maybe he'd had too much to drink and was embarrassed to tell her.
And yet she had a nagging feeling there was something more. Something that neither Pete nor Susan wanted her or Mike to know.
She thought about how Pete gazed at Susan when he thought no one was looking. Of course Susan was provocative and threw her body around.
She was a born tease. She even flirted with Mike. Gloria understood because she'd enjoyed teasing her own brothers when she was young. But Susan was getting a bit old for those antics. It was time she got married and settled down. You can't spend a lifetime flirting.
As she slipped into a sweater and jeans, she wondered what had happened between Susan and her son. The more she thought about it the more determined she became to find out.
On her way to the kitchen she stopped at Pete's room.
"How about Knute Rockne?" she said.
Pete's face was crimson and she realized that he'd been jerking off. She felt her own panties dampen.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Pete said.
He dropped some books from the desk and when he bent over to pick them up his naked cock poked out of his open fly.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry, Mom!" he said, trying to cover himself with a book.
Gloria's smile disappeared and her mouth dropped open. His cock was hard and it looked like he was about to come. His cockhead was bloated and even from across the room she could see the drop of jizz in his pisser.
"What are you doing?" she said.
She hadn't meant to put him on the spot, but the words just came out and it was too late to take them back.
The boy turned around and seemed to be struggling to push his prick back inside his jeans.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said again, his face beet-red.
Gloria had an urge to laugh. As hard as he tried, he couldn't seem to get his prick back inside his fly.
She closed the door behind her and moved across the room.
"Don't be sorry," she said. "It's perfectly natural."
He stared into her eyes. Neither spoke. He dropped his hands to his sides and left his prick out. Gloria's eyes were drawn to it and she glanced down to gaze at his teenage erection.
"Oh, my," she smiled.
She hadn't realized his balls were out too. He had an almost hairless ball-bag, but at the moment it looked loaded with jism.
"Jesus, Mom," the boy said, trying again to tuck his cock and balls back inside his jeans.
"Don't bother, darling," Gloria said. The sight of his oozing cockhead made her pussy lubricate. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." She moved closer and took him into her arms. "Remember, you're my child. I saw your cock and balls long ago."
He grinned nervously as she kissed his cheeks several times.
"You're sure you're not mad?"
She clung to his arm, barely aware that she was rubbing her tit against him.
"Don't you think I know that you do those things?" she said. "All boys do. And girls too. Even grown men and women do it. It's perfectly natural to masturbate."
The boy took a deep breath.
"Jesus, I feel better."
Her tit poked against his arm and now she leaned one hip against his.
"I'll tell you a secret," she whispered. "If I was younger and if I wasn't your mother I'd find you mighty sexy."
He grinned nervously and seemed to have trouble meeting her gaze. She knew he was keeping something from her.
"What is it, honey?" she said. "You're not telling me something."
"Don't ask me, Mom," he said, his eyes on the floor.
She tightened her grip on his arm and felt her pussy flood. She realized suddenly she was rubbing her thigh against his and she stopped moving. She continued pressing her tit against his arm.
"What about if I guess?" she said.
"Aw, Jesus!"
"Okay, I won't press it," she said.
His cock and balls still poked out of his fly and her cunt was a swamp of raw desire.
"Now that I've seen your cock, would you like to see my pussy?"
When the words were out she realized the enormity of what she'd said. She tossed her hair back.
"Well, I've said it and I'm glad," she said defiantly.
The teenager nodded his head enthusiastically. Without thinking, Gloria stepped back and unbuttoned her slacks. In a flash they were down on the floor and off her feet. She stood before the boy wearing only her damp bikini panties.
"There, look," she said, trembling with emotion as she peeled her panties off and stepped out of them.
She moved her legs slightly apart to give him a good look at her gaping cunt.
He stared hard at her beaver and she moved closer and rubbed up against him. With a rush of passion, she took his cock in her hand and tried to push it into her steaming gash.
"Stick it in!" she hissed, trying to insert his knotty cockhead into her throbbing cunthole.
She bit her lower lip and wiggled her ass. There was no turning back. She couldn't pretend she was only teasing him. They both knew the truth and the truth was she wanted him to fuck her.
In a matter of seconds, they were on the bed and she was on top of him. And then he was inside her, filling her cunt with his teenage meat.
As she straddled him, she clutched him with her strong thighs. She shifted around and then his cock was in to the hilt and they were fucking.
"Fuck me!" she said, bouncing her ass as she fucked him.
She raised and lowered her cunt and their juices mingled. Neither mother nor son spoke. Gloria shook her ass each time she took him all the way inside her.
She rolled over and pulled him on top of her. His balls slapped her ass as he rammed his prick into her hot, clutching cunthole.
Everything had happened so quickly. Gloria pulled his face down and kissed him. She frenched him and he sucked on her tongue and slithered his own into her mouth.
"Did you do this with Aunt Susan?"
"I promised I wouldn't tell."
She pumped her ass and moved a hand between their bodies. She wanted to feel his prick as it entered her.
"I know something happened between you," she breathed. "It's okay, honey. I won't tell your father."
The boy split her in two with his strokes. Gloria was overwhelmed by his almost savage movements.
She locked her legs around his back and they clung together in the age-old embrace. Their hips came together again and again. Their kisses were hot and sweet.
She was still half-dressed, but he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it through her clothes. She pulled her sweater up to her neck and he snatched one of her tits out of her bra.
His fingers felt strong and firm as he tore into her tit. He managed to open the hook of her bra and he mauled both tits with one eager hand.
She slammed her ass forward and fucked back at his wildly thrusting cock. She wanted him inside her forever. She wanted his cock in her. Deep and hard and inside her horny cunt.
In one rational moment she realized she'd wanted this for years. Ever since he was a small boy she'd wanted to fuck him. In her heart she'd known it was only a matter of time. What they were doing was inevitable, Susan or no Susan.
As much as she loved Mike, fucking her own child was the ultimate pleasure. Even the slap of his balls against her butt was thrilling.
They rolled around again and she landed on top. She was surprised that Pete hadn't shot off yet. For a boy his age he had considerable control. She wondered if Susan had anything to do with that.
He hammered his dick into her. He was a little awkward, but that was only because he was so excited.
"Oh, Mom!" he chanted over and over. "Oh, Mom, we're really fucking!"
She clutched his ass and forced him to slow down.
"Easy, honey, let's make it last," she said.
He fucked her deeply, but slowed down. She kissed him and tongued him and whispered endearments in his ear.
"When you come I want you to come inside me, darling," she said.
"Oh, fuck, sure!"
"Fill mother with your hot come, baby," she said, nibbling his lower lip. "Fill me with your seed."
She made him pull out for a moment and they lay side by side facing each other. He entered her again and he was able to get in very deeply.
They fucked more slowly and she tweaked his balls and he toyed with her tits. Gloria breathed more slowly and as he stroked she squeezed pussy around his prick.
She wanted him to come inside her, but she wanted to take him in her mouth too. The only way out of the dilemma was to take him in her cunt and then bring him up again.
She directed him to mount her and then she squeezed his asscheeks.
"Come, darling, come in mother's pussy," she said. "I want to feel your hot jizz in my belly."
"Oh, Jesus!" he muttered through clenched teeth. "Oh, Jesus!"
Suddenly his face changed and he grimaced. She felt a hot surge inside her as he came. In a moment her pussy was flooded with it. It brimmed over her contracting hole and spilled down her thighs.
She crooned and squirmed as he continued thrusting. There seemed to be an endless supply of jizz in his balls. She welcomed it. It was the essence of the boy. His life force.
She was amazed to find his cock stayed hard. Even as his balls emptied his cock still surged inside her.
Still, she knew such ecstasy couldn't last forever and soon he stopped stroking and collapsed on top of her.
She cradled his head and lay still, his prick still embedded inside her. She kissed him and stroked his back.
"That was wonderful, darling," she said softly. "Just wonderful."
Eventually his cock slipped out of her gash and she gently pushed him over onto his side. She felt between her legs. She was soaked with his juices and her own.
Now she wanted him in her mouth. She wanted to taste his essence mingled with her own. Without a word she knelt between his legs and took his silken-skinned cockhead into her mouth.
The boy was obviously startled. She held his balls with one hand and worked her tongue lovingly over his cockshaft.
"I'll clean you up, honey," the overheated mother said. "Does it feel good when I lick you like this?"
"Yeah."
She gently squeezed his balls and took his entire prick into her mouth. It throbbed against the roof of her mouth. She would make him hard again. It was just a matter of time.
"When you get hard again, you can come in my mouth," she said.
Pete smiled weakly and turned his face to the side.
"Okay."
"Pete?" she said, gently licking his balls.
"What?" His eyes glittered feverishly.
"Pete, you're a wonderful lover, darling."
His sweet smile in response made it all worthwhile.
Chapter 6
Susan sat alone in her apartment brooding. She was bored with her job and she hadn't had a date in a month. She was annoyed at George and didn't want to see him. The principal at her school had criticized her teaching. She was horny and blue, certain that life was passing her by.
As usual when she was down she drank a good deal of wine. At eight o'clock she still hadn't eaten dinner. She sat in the middle of her sofa wearing a sheer shortie robe with nothing under it. At least if she decided to masturbate she wouldn't have to undress.
As she sipped her wine she reached inside her robe and caressed her boobs. She lifted them up and traced a fingertip over her nipples.
The couple in the next apartment were fighting. They fought frequently and Susan amused herself by listening. Tonight she found the sounds annoying. At least they had each other to fight with. She didn't even have that.
She considered going out and picking up a stranger for a quick fuck. But she felt lazy and didn't feel like going through the motions of dressing.
Someone next door threw something at the wall and the shattering sound broke her train of thought.
'Damn them, why can't they learn to get along or split!' she thought.
She wondered if she'd be a good wife some day or a shrew like her neighbor. Lately she wasn't good company for anyone. Even the stray cat who sometimes came by was neglecting her.
She went to the kitchen for another bottle of wine. Her legs felt unsteady.
'Good,' she thought. 'I'll get so damn plowed I'll pass out and then I won't have to think about my life.'
As she shuffled back to the sofa the doorbell rang. Muttering under her breath, she walked to the door and peered through the security peephole.
She saw Mike standing outside and felt a surge of excitement. She welcomed his company. He normally didn't drop by without phoning, but she didn't mind. She was happy to see him.
She pulled her flimsy robe tighter around her and opened the door. Mike grinned and walked past her into the apartment.
"Hi, brother, what brings you here?" she said, walking and. sipping wine at the same time.
"I've had a few too many so I thought my kid sister would make me some black coffee before I go home."
Susan sat next to him and sniffed his breath.
"So you have," she giggled. "Well, so have I." She gulped her wine. "Why sober up? Life is so much nicer when you're plastered."
"Got some scotch?" Mike said, casually moving into her small kitchen and reaching into the cupboard.
Susan put her feet up on the sofa and refilled her glass.
"You know where it is," she said.
He filled her tiny kitchen. Somehow just seeing him here made her feel better.
He rejoined her on the sofa, his glass half full of straight scotch.
"Cheers," he said, taking a big gulp.
Susan shrugged.
"Why not." She drained her glass and placed it on the table. "Does Gloria get pissed when you get like this?"
"Yeah, sometimes," he said.
"You're always welcome here," she said. "All the Cannon men are welcome here."
"The Cannon men? Then that must include Pete."
Susan colored slightly and lowered her lashes.
"And the Cannon women too."
Mike snickered.
"I think you just let something slip."
"Oh, fuck you!"
He placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed her firm flesh.
"Hey, Sis, you're a woman. Why wouldn't you prefer men? Gloria's partial as hell to Pete and she's his mother."
Susan cocked an eyebrow.
"I know she is. And I also know you're partial to Linda. Do you think it's sexual?"
"Don't you?"
"Yes I guess so."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Mike returned to the kitchen and brought back the scotch bottle.
"I think we're going to do some serious drinking," he said, kicking his shoes off.
"I've been doing some serious drinking since I got home from school."
"That bad, huh?"
"Worse."
"Want to talk about it?"
"I'd rather talk about anything else. Even sex. Let's talk about sex. It's more fun than my dull job."
She caught the expression in his eyes and enjoyed it.
'Why not tease him a little? What's the harm?'
"Sex? You want to talk about sex? What do you want to know? I'll tell you anything."
They laughed.
"I think I could teach you a few things," Susan said.
"Oh, you think so, huh?"
His face showed both amusement and the delight she knew he took in her.
"I've fucked so many men I've lost count."
He choked on his scotch.
"You're not sick or something, are you? I mean, you didn't pick something up?"
She giggled and sipped her wine.
"No, I don't think so. I'm pretty careful. Besides, I'm not that wild. It's just that in my life I've fucked a lot of guys." She sighed deeply. "Sometimes I'd really like to settle down with one."
"The guy who gets you is going to be a lucky bastard."
"You're my brother, you're prejudiced."
He took her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
"It's the truth. Even if you weren't my sister I'd think you were pretty special."
Susan felt awkward. He held her hand tightly and her body responded.
'My hand doesn't care that he's my brother,' she thought. 'Keep talking, Susan, or you'll get in trouble.'
"Would you like something to eat?" she said.
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. She tried to pull away, but he deliberately sucked the very tip of her little finger into his mouth.
"How about a finger sandwich?" he said.
"Hey, that's not fair," she giggled nervously. "You're my brother. You're not supposed to turn me on."
"Oh?" he smirked. "Does that turn you on?"
She hesitated.
"Well, as a matter of fact it does."
He licked up and down her finger.
"What else turns you on?"
She held her breath momentarily. The wine made her dizzy. Thinking was difficult.
"Do you really want to know?"
He nodded solemnly and pressed her hand to his thigh.
"I like all the usual things," she said boldly. "I like to give head and I like to have a man go down on me."
When the words were out, she grimaced. His expression didn't change.
"Go on," he said softly.
"Michael Cannon, this is silly," she said, trying to pull her hand back. "Now stop talking dirty and go home to your wife and children."
"So you like having a cock in your mouth, huh?" he mused, ignoring her words.
"Well, of course, who doesn't?"
Mike chuckled softly.
"Lots of women don't."
"Gloria likes it, doesn't she?"
He nodded.
"Gloria likes everything to do with sex."
A stab of disappointment and envy surged through her. In the back of her mind she'd been hoping Mike and Gloria were incompatible sexually.
"Well, then you have no problem," she said, still trying to pull her hand back.
"Everyone has problems," he said.
Susan became angry then.
"What are you trying to do?" she demanded, successfully forcing him to release her hand.
For a moment they stared at each other.
"I'm not sure," he said after a moment.
"Finish your drink and go home," she said, her anger dissipated.
He drained his glass and she studied him out of the corner of her eye. She smiled and her upper lip twitched slightly.
"I'm sorry I got angry," she said.
He filled her glass from the bottle on the coffee table.
"You're entitled."
"You can stay as long as you like."
He moved closer and draped his arm around her shoulders.
"Is that an invitation?"
She felt her pussy turn to jelly.
"Yes, I guess it is."
Grinning, he extended his glass.
"Fill me."
With shaking fingers she emptied the bottle of scotch into his glass. They both knew what was happening. There were no more smart remarks and jousting back and forth. They drank in silence without touching, but there was a feeling of extreme tension in the air.
After a few moments he pulled her into his arms. Feeling weak, she melted against him. She experienced a surge of apprehension, but it dissipated as she cuddled against his chest.
"I want to fuck you, Sis," he said in an unnaturally husky voice. "I want you so damn much."
"Me too," she whispered. "I want it so bad it hurts right here in my chest."
"Where in your chest?" he snickered, pushing her back slightly and gazing at her tits.
He pulled her back into his arms and buried his face in her hair.
"Let's get into bed," he said.
They rose up. Susan's legs felt shaky as he took her hand and led her toward the bedroom. All her resistance was gone. She walked willingly beside him, her arm linked through his.
Her excitement mounted as he caressed her through the flimsiness of her robe. In the bedroom he pulled her tightly against him and gripped her asscheeks with both hands.
She moaned softly when she felt his hard-on press into her belly.
"I can't wait for you to stick it in," she said.
"Jesus, Sis, I can't wait either."
He ground his prick against her willing body.
Her robe fell open as he dry-humped her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tits bounced free and he dropped his head to capture one nipple between his teeth.
Her nipples erected as he tongued them. She gasped with delight. She was aroused enough to come. She squeezed her thighs together and trembled violently.
She clung to him and murmured softly.
"So good," she sighed. "So damn good."
He pulled her robe off and pushed her down onto the bed. She sprawled out on her back, her legs wide-spread.
He was on top of her in a moment, using one hand to unzip his fly and free his cock.
"Take all your clothes off," she hissed. "I want to feel all of you against me."
He tore at his clothes, still hovering over her. She helped him as much as she could. His pants and shorts were off first and she marveled at the size of his hard-on.
"I always knew you'd have a big one," she said.
"I hope I don't lose it," he said.
"I have total confidence that you won't." She reached for him and took hold of his prick. She pumped it a few times. It was rock-hard. "Not to worry," she giggled.
Then he was on top of her again and they rolled around on the bed, bare-assed and agonizingly aroused. His hands moved over her, stroking and fondling and caressing.
"Jesus, Sis, I can't believe we're really doing this," he said.
He felt her tits carefully, going from one to the other and testing their weight in his hands. When he seemed satisfied that he wasn't dreaming, he slowly stroked her round belly and the velvety skin of her rib cage.
He dragged his fingers lightly over her thighs, deliberately not touching her muff. He barely touched the delicate insides of her thighs, but she whimpered mournfully.
"Kiss me all over," she said.
"Mmmmm, you bet," he said, dropping his lips to her cleavage.
She whimpered weakly as his demanding lips moved from her tits to her belly and down to her thighs. He tongued her nipples and licked her belly button. Quite unexpectedly he ran the tip of his tongue over her pussy thicket. She quivered violently at the intimate caress.
He held her down with one hand on her belly and slowly but carefully wet down her beaver. She surrendered totally, writhing her ass on the bed and opening her legs for his lips and tongue.
When he saw she could take no more, he climbed over her and they kissed. The aroma of her pussy was on his lips and she sucked them hungrily. The fact that his tongue and lips had touched the most intimate part of her body excited her further.
They kissed gently at first and then almost savagely. She ground her lips against his and he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth.
"That's the way I'm going to fuck you!" he hissed.
She clutched his back and moved her hands feverishly over his ass.
"Yes, like that!" she breathed through his lips. "Fuck me like that."
He groaned constantly, savoring her as they frenched. He stroked her tits and pressed his prick against her slit. They both knew it was just a matter of time before he would enter her.
"Kiss my pussy again," she begged.
"Yes, yes," he said, pausing at her chest to nibble her tits. "You're gorgeous, Sis," he said. "Jesus, you're delicious."
He dragged his lips down to her belly and planted them on her muff. She clawed at him, lacing her fingers through his hair and attempting to direct his lips on her gash.
She knew now this was a dream come true. All her life she'd adored her big brother. Now here he was licking her in a frenzy.
She threw her legs wide apart and he cupped her asscheeks. He tilted her ass up and she pulled her knees back to totally expose herself to him.
She clamped her thighs around his head as he buried his face between them. She quivered uncontrollably and opened her legs. Better to let him breathe.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she panted. "Oh, yes, I love that!"
Apparently he loved it too. He seemed to be devouring her snatch. He smeared his entire face up and down her juicy slit. He pressed his cheeks against her wide-open, gaping gash. Soon his face was wet with her juices. At one point she thought he was going to try and fuck her with his nose.
He flicked his tongue-tip against her cunthole. She felt open and vulnerable, but afraid. He made lewd slurping sounds and she encouraged him by constantly telling him how much she loved it.
"Oh, yes, there!" she gasped. "Oh, yes, here and here too! Oh, yes, that's good! That's lovely."
She squealed again and again when he found an unexplored spot on her snatch.
She found her ass tilted back to the point where she was almost off the bed. She yelped as he spread her asscheeks apart and tongued her brownie.
"Pervert, I love it!" she cried.
He lashed his tongue back and forth over her asshole. He deliberately spit several times and smeared the saliva up and down her asscrack.
"Now," she whimpered, writhing uncontrollably. "Fuck me now."
He tongued her asshole until she pushed his head away. Then he lapped her pussy, flicking his tongue from her clit to the bottom of her cunt slit.
"Oh, Jesus, you don't fool around, do you?" she said.
As bloated as it was, his cockhead slipped into her asshole with ease. After that the rest of his prick plunged in and Susan wailed with lust.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, yes, fuck me in the ass!"
It felt so good. As much as she wanted his cock inside her cunt there was something about an assfuck that was indescribably erotic.
They developed a rhythm quickly and she responded to his lunges by slamming her ass back at his wildly thrusting prick.
He grunted with every fuck-stroke. At intervals he left his prick imbedded in her shitter and lowered his lips to hers. The position was difficult to sustain, but between them they managed to keep his prick inside her as they hungrily and wantonly kissed.
Suddenly he came and the tension in her pussy erupted in the first splash of his jism in her grommet. She raked her fingernails down his arms and shrieked.
The hot lava felt so good in her asshole, she shivered with every eruption. He rammed forward with each explosion, sending a new orgasm raging through her pussy.
At the end when he collapsed on top of her she sank her teeth into his shoulder. They panted for breath and when he finally rolled over they giggled.
Mike rubbed his shoulder. Her teeth marks were red and angry-looking.
"I sure hope Gloria doesn't notice this," he said.
"Oh, my God, what'd I do to you?" Susan cried, sitting up and examining the tooth marks.
She kissed them gently and reached for his limp prick.
"Just get undressed in the dark for a few days," she murmured sleepily. "Oh, brother, that was good."
Chapter 7
Gloria felt guilty. She hadn't planned on fucking her son, but once they got started she couldn't stop it. Weeks later she still thought about it constantly although Pete acted as if nothing had happened.
One day when the children were at school she went out to the yard to bask in the sun. Sometimes just lying on a glider with the sun beating down on her made thinking easier.
She wondered how many other women had committed the sin of incest. She told herself it was common enough and tried to think of something else. But the picture of Pete hovering over her and plunging his prick into her horny cunt kept creeping into her mind.
She felt herself drifting off, but even in sleep she thought about the boy. When she opened her eyes, she glanced at her watch. Only fifteen minutes had passed. The rest of the afternoon loomed long.
"Hello."
Gloria opened her eyes and saw Susan's grinning face.
"I'm playing hookey," Susan said. She sat down on the glider next to Gloria's. "Mind if I join you?"
"Of course not," Gloria said.
She was glad to see her sister-in-law. At least she wouldn't have to think. She and Susan could talk and that would keep her from obsessing about Pete.
Susan was wearing a string bikini and she untied the halter top and dropped down on her belly on the glider.
"It's nice out here," the younger woman said.
"You ought to put some suntan lotion on so you don't burn."
"I will in a minute. Right now I just want to feel the sun on my bones."
Gloria sat up and gazed at Susan's ass.
"You really ought to do this more often."
Susan's eyes remained closed.
"You mean play hookey?"
Gloria nodded.
"And come here and use the yard. Your place is so small, sometimes I wonder how you can stand it."
"You're depressing me," Susan said, her face buried against her arm.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Gloria said, flustered by her candor. "Your place is adorable, don't get me wrong. It's just that I'm used to all this." She waved her arms around the yard.
Susan raised her head and rested her chin on one hand.
"One of these days..."
She lay her cheek back down on the glider.
Gloria shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand.
"I forgot my glasses inside," she said. She extended a hand. "Mind if I wear yours while you're in that position?"
"No, here," Susan said, and their fingers brushed as she handed Gloria her sunglasses.
Ever since she went to bed with Pete, Gloria was especially sensitive to sexual signals. When Susan's fingers touched hers, she felt a tremor rage through her.
She stretched out on her back and sighed.
'You're getting to be a real pervert,' she thought. 'Susan's a woman too. Let's not get silly now.'
She closed her eyes and dozed off, but awakened when Susan spoke.
"What is it?" Gloria said. "I must have been sleeping."
Susan swung her legs around and reached for her purse.
"I think I'll need some help with this lotion. Smear some on my back, huh?"
"Sure."
Gloria moved to Susan's glider and sat down to rub the lotion into Susan's back and shoulders.
"That feels good," Susan said, her head lolling forward.
"Have you ever done anything you're ashamed of?" Gloria said suddenly.
Susan craned her neck and gazed at her sister-in-law. She thought about Mike and Pete and felt herself blush.
"You bet," she said flippantly. "Who hasn't?"
Gloria continued smearing lotion over Susan's shoulder blades.
"I guess you're right," she said softly. "I guess everyone does something they're ashamed of at least once in their life."
"Once?" Susan hooted, stretching out again. "Most people spend their whole lives doing things they're sorry about the next day." She cocked an eyebrow. "Want to talk about something specific?"
Gloria began moving back to her glider, but Susan grabbed her arm.
"Don't go. We're talking now, so don't stop. I've got a feeling you've got something on your mind. If it'll make you feel better, for God's sake talk about it."
Gloria gazed at her without answering. Would Susan understand? She was an independent woman and certainly self-sufficient. But would she understand a mother fucking her own son? Since she had no children of her own, she might find the situation disgusting and sinful.
Suddenly Susan took her hand and leaned closer.
"You've got to tell me," she hissed. "You've got me curious."
Gloria decided there was no way she would tell Susan about her affair with Pete. She felt close to the younger woman, but that secret would go with her to her grave.
"It's nothing, really," she said, disentangling her hand from Susan's. She moved back to her glider and sat down. "Want some lunch?"
Susan eyed her suspiciously.
"You go ahead," she said. "I'll be in after a while."
When Gloria went into the house, Susan gazed after her. She was disappointed that Gloria didn't feel comfortable enough to confide in her. She shrugged and turned over onto her belly. Whatever it was, it had something to do with sex. Susan was certain of that. Only sex would make Gloria so reticent. She decided not to try and solve the mystery. If Gloria wanted to confide in her she would. If not, that was okay too.
"Want some wine?" Gloria said later when she returned to the yard.
Susan opened her eyes and groggily sat up.
"Love it." She accepted a glass and took a big sip. "Good. Hey, I'm burning up. Is that offer for lunch still good?"
Both women went into the house then and enjoyed the delicious lunch Gloria had prepared. After eating they went into the den, still wearing only their bikinis and still sipping wine.
"This is nice," Susan said, stretching out on the sofa. "Let's stay inside for a while."
"It's okay with me," Gloria said, sitting back on the recliner. Her nipples pressed against her bikini bra. "Anyway, it's nice to know you've done crazy things too."
Susan stuck out her tongue.
"I never said I did crazy things. I'm a teacher, for God's sake. Teachers are straight, right?"
Gloria giggled.
"Oh, sure. That's a stereotype if I ever heard one."
Susan rubbed the back of her neck.
"My neck has been stiff for weeks."
"Want me to do that?"
As soon as the words were out, Gloria regretted them. But when Susan nodded, she moved to the sofa and began massaging Susan's neck.
Susan lay on her belly and moaned softly as Gloria's fingers dug into her neck and shoulders.
"You've got a wonderful touch," she said.
Gloria bit her lip. Pete had told her the same thing in almost the exact same words when she'd rubbed his neck. That was after she had sucked his prick.
She felt herself lubricate as she caressed Susan's flesh. Suddenly Susan rolled over and faced her.
"Have you ever cheated on Mike?" she said.
Gloria's jaw fell open.
"What a question?"
She turned away and felt her cheeks grow warm.
"Oh, you can tell me," Susan said. "Mike's my brother, but I'm a woman too. I'd understand."
"Let's talk about something else."
"Okay, if you don't want to tell me, I'll talk about something else."
She pretended to be thinking. She was determined to get Gloria talking about sex.
"You know what I'd like to do? Something I've never tried. I'd like to make it with another woman. Do you have any desire to try it?"
Gloria stared at her.
"Are you serious?"
Susan burst out laughing.
"I wasn't propositioning you, but now that we're talking it's not a bad idea to try it with each other."
"Oh, Susan, you're terrible."
"Oh, am I?" She traced her finger up and down Gloria's arm. "We've got the house to ourselves and we're already mellow from the wine. Who'd know but us?"
"I don't know if you're serious or not," Gloria said nervously.
Susan took her hand.
"At first I was kidding, but I'm not anymore. I think it would do both of us good to try it. First one who doesn't like it can holler and the other has to promise to stop. Is it a deal?"
Gloria gazed into her eyes and tried to ignore the beating of her heart.
"This is crazy," she whispered under her breath.
Susan giggled, feeling her excitement rise. She eyed Gloria's tits which were bursting out of the cups of her swimsuit.
"Well, will you?" she hissed.
When Gloria didn't answer she reached up and untied Gloria's halter top. She flicked a finger over her cleavage.
"I guess it's okay to try it," Gloria said in a choked voice.
"Now you're talking," Susan said, fully aware that Gloria was as excited as she. She took Gloria's hand and pressed it against her chest. "Feel how excited I am? I never thought another woman could make me feel like this." She stroked Gloria's thick mane of hair. "Kiss me," she said. "Kiss me, Gloria."
She leaned closer and Gloria turned her head. Gloria's swimsuit straps slipped down, revealing her big round tits. Susan stared at them as she moved closer, seeking Gloria's lips.
They stretched out together and their lips met. Gloria felt as though she was being sucked into Susan's mouth. She kissed back, passionate and uninhibited.
Susan pawed Gloria's now naked boobs. She felt a hunger in her being as she frenched her sister-in-law. A hunger very different from the kind she felt with men.
They exchanged saliva and tongues. Neither held back. First Susan was the aggressor and then Gloria. Both women devoured and drank of the other's essence.
Susan brushed her tongue over Gloria's teeth. She ran it along the insides of Gloria's cheeks. She ran one hand down Gloria's body and slipped her fingers inside the crotch of her swimsuit.
Gloria moaned as Susan's fingers combed through her muff. She parted her legs and felt her pussylips quiver.
She knew what they were doing was wrong and sinful. But the sin she'd committed with Pete was much worse and yet she still craved the boy.
Her cravings drove her on. She'd been ripe when Susan made the suggestion. In her deepest, most secret fantasies, she'd dreamed of making love with another woman. Was it so wrong to want to experience everything life had to offer?
The more they kissed, the most passionate they became. After a while Gloria realized she wanted to touch and kiss Susan's most intimate parts. Although she'd always pictured another woman making love to her, now that she was involved in female love she actually wanted to taste the juices of Susan's pussy.
"You've never done it before, have you?" Gloria said.
"No, have you?"
The tips of their tongues dueled and Gloria untied Susan's bikini top and filled her hands with her tits.
"No."
Without a moment's hesitation Gloria lowered her head and lightly tongued Susan's tits. She sucked Susan's nipple into her mouth and felt it stiffen on her tongue.
"Oh, yes!" Susan sighed, cradling Gloria's head against her bosom.
Gloria moved to her other boob and tongued that nipple to erection.
"Are you as hot as I am?" she said.
"Hotter," Susan giggled.
They soon moved upstairs to the guest bedroom. Their naked tits bobbed and weaved as they walked. When they stretched out on the bed, Gloria found herself staring at Susan's beige-tipped tits.
Susan saw the look of hunger in Gloria's eyes and she lifted her tits in her hands and offered them to the brunette.
Gloria uttered a moan and touched her lips first to one and then the other tit. The fire between her legs became an inferno and when she glanced down she saw the crotch of her bikini was soaked through with her juices.
With a flick of her wrist Gloria peeled her bikini panties down. She watched Susan's face as Susan gazed at her thick cunt-muff.
Climbing around, Susan pressed her lips to Gloria's belly and clutched her tits with both hands.
Lying on her back, Gloria shivered and widened the spread of her legs wantonly.
"I never thought I'd ask another woman to kiss my pussy."
Susan dragged her moist lips around and around Gloria's pussy.
"Are you asking?"
Gloria threw her head back and opened and closed her legs.
"I'm begging," she sighed.
"You don't have to beg," Susan said, settling down between Gloria's wide-spread legs. She crawled around and began sucking hungrily on one of Gloria's tits. "You're so lovely," she said, combing her fingers through Gloria's cunthair.
Gloria arched her back and writhed her ass frantically. She'd never felt more turned-on.
'Maybe I'm a lesbian', she thought. 'Why do I feel this way if I'm a normal woman?'
Meanwhile Susan was slipping her fingers inside Gloria's cuntlips. She manipulated her swollen clit and toyed with her cuntfolds.
Gloria began coming at once and the sight of the older woman coming spurred Susan on.
She watched Gloria's face as she convulsed and couldn't resist clamping her lips around her clit. Gloria clutched the sheets and bucked her ass as another orgasm overwhelmed her.
"Let me taste you too," Gloria said, reaching for Susan and kissing her.
Susan rolled onto her back and Gloria climbed over her as they kissed and hugged. The brunette felt her heart pound and her pulse race.
"Kiss me down there," Susan said. "Kiss me down there and make me come."
"Yes, we have all afternoon," Gloria said, hungrily nursing on one of Susan's tits.
Susan couldn't believe this was actually Gloria Cannon between her legs. Of all the women she knew Gloria was the last one she'd have guessed would enjoy balling another woman.
They moved onto their sides into the sixty-nine position. Susan insisted she wanted to make love to Gloria while Gloria licked her cunt. Gloria didn't object and soon their eager mouths went to work.
The taste and aroma of Susan's pussy took Gloria's breath away. She trembled with anticipation as she probed and fondled and stroked.
"How's this?" Gloria said, flicking her tongue back and forth over Susan's clit.
"Yes! Yes!"
Steam seemed to emanate from Susan's pussy and Gloria buried her face in the taste and fragrance. She understood now what men experienced when they made love to a woman. It was a heady experience and one she vowed to repeat as soon as possible.
"You suck a mean pussy," Susan panted as Gloria's tongue streaked over her cunt.
Gloria didn't answer. Words weren't necessary. Only feeling and delving and savoring were important.
Gloria's hands were active too. As she kissed and licked and sucked, she thrust a finger into Susan's asshole and another one into her cunthole.
Susan stopped sucking. She rolled her head back and forth inside the confines of Gloria's white thighs. She was too aroused to do more than let her intense response wash over her.
After she'd come twice Susan inserted her tongue inside Gloria's cuntlips and vibrated her clit. They took turns bringing each other off, all the while marveling at the extent of their wild and perverse hunger. Neither thought in terms of being ashamed. They had a silent agreement to enjoy each other come what may.
Chapter 8
Linda stormed into the house and threw her books on the kitchen table. She swore under her breath as she opened the refrigerator and gazed inside.
She slammed it shut and stalked out to the hall. The house was quiet. Gloria was out shopping for the afternoon. The teenage blonde was furious at one of her teachers. If only Aunt Susan worked at her school. At least she'd have one ally on the faculty.
It had begun as a simple joke, but it had escalated and Linda had been sent to the principal's office.
'It's not fair,' she thought now. 'I wasn't the only one who bought the test.'
She went to the foot of the stairs and called out.
"Anyone there?"
"I'm here," Pete called back. "I'm reading."
Linda dashed up the stairs. Thank God Pete was home. She could talk to her brother about anything. She could tell him what happened in class today and how unfairly she'd been treated.
When she walked into his room, she forgot about her problems and giggled. He was half-naked on the bed and he was jerking off.
"Don't you know you're going to go insane if you do that too much?" she said.
"It's okay, I'm halfway there already," he grinned.
"Need some help?"
The lusty young girl moved across the room and leaned against the bureau.
"I can always use some help."
Linda touched herself lightly as she moved toward the bed.
"Well, I can use a good fuck too. I'm so damn sick of school."
As she climbed onto the bed, she gazed at the bulging knob of her brother's dick. She found herself salivating. In moments her clothes were off and she was under the covers next to the boy.
"Let me do that," she said, shoving her big tits into his face.
She clutched his prick while she pushed one spiky nipple into his mouth. He groaned and she felt her cunt heat up.
Fucking always relaxed her. Thank God for Pete. He was usually more than happy to accommodate her.
Now she hovered over him as he gobbled her ripe boob. He curled his tongue around the tip and squeezed the mass with both fists.
"I'm so horny," the teenage girl said. She wrapped one arm around his neck and toyed with his hair. "You sure know how to suck a tittie, Pete."
As she spoke she moved her hand down his chest to his cockhead. She held it firmly and moved the skin on his cockshaft back and forth.
On an impulse she climbed between his legs and turned around to show him her ass. She grabbed his prick and stuffed it into her mouth.
He pried her asscheeks apart and groaned as she lashed his cock with her tongue. She slobbered and sucked and mouth-fucked him in a frenzy and all the while she massaged his shaft.
After the first rush, she slowed down. She worked his prick with its pulsating cockknob further and further into her throat. Soon her nose pressed against his cockbush and she had to pull back to breathe.
"Suck it, Sis," the boy breathed. "Suck it and bring me off."
She slid the ring of her lips halfway down his prick and then spit him out. The thought of taking a nice thick load of jism was appealing, but if she sucked him off chances were they wouldn't fuck. She knew she had to make a decision. What would it be? Suck or fuck?
"Come on, Sis, let me sit on your boobs while you suck me off," he whined.
Since the young girl was feverish with need, she decided to do what he asked. She stretched out flat and let him sit down on her chest and plunge his cock into her mouth.
"Well, well, I wondered if you two were doing it."
Linda sat up abruptly, pushing Pete over. Susan stood in the doorway, an amused expression on her face.
"You could have knocked," Linda sputtered.
Susan nodded gravely.
"The door was open." Then to Linda's amazement she began undressing. "I don't know why we can't just keep this our little secret," Susan said.
"I'm game," Pete said.
"You would be," Linda said.
When she was naked, Linda stared at her aunt. She was impressed. For her age Susan was built incredibly well.
"Well, what do you say, Linda?" Susan said, standing near the bed with her arms at her sides and her big tits wobbling slightly.
Linda found herself becoming excited by the suggestion.
"Oh, okay," she said.
Pete glanced at her and smirked.
"Are you two going to do things to each other?"
Susan blanched.
"I hadn't planned on that," she said.
As much as she'd enjoyed balling with Gloria, she had no intention of making a habit of it.
"I'd sure like to see you lick Linda's pussy," Pete said.
Linda blushed furiously.
"Jesus, what kind of pervert do you think I am?" she hissed.
"Should we tell her?" Pete said to Susan.
"Tell me what?" Linda said suspiciously.
Susan shrugged.
"We might as well." She approached the bed. "Linda, your brother and I have fucked a few times too. It's only fair that you know it."
Linda giggled.
"I knew it."
"I didn't tell her," Pete said.
Susan sat down on the edge of the bed next to Linda. She touched the furry thicket between the young girl's legs.
Linda automatically clamped her thighs shut around Susan's hand.
"What the hell are you doing, Aunt Susan?"
"Don't worry," Susan said, removing her hand and stretching out next to the youngsters. "Let's just have a good time and see what happens."
Pete was the most relaxed of all. He chuckled as he climbed on top of his sister and tried to shove his prick back into her mouth.
"If you don't do a good job I'll let Aunt Susan have it," he said.
"Why the little bastard is playing us against each other," Susan said. "We're not going to let him get away with that, are we?"
She reached over and fondled the boy's balls. Her fingers accidentally touched her niece's beaver. Linda moaned and Susan saw her freeze up.
Pete continued fucking Linda's widely stretched lips. The girl drooled around his prick and didn't object when her aunt bent down and kissed the trembling flesh of her thighs.
Linda quivered with excitement. Having another girl kiss her like that was a kick. In fact it was more than a kick. It was a damn turn-on.
Linda didn't protest when Susan forced her legs open and began kissing her cunt. Linda inhaled Pete's prick and hugged his balls to her chin.
Susan searched through the fleshy layers of Linda's gash for her clit. When she found it, she stiffened her tongue and licked it firmly.
Linda humped her ass off the bed. Pete's ass was crushing her tits and his cock was making it difficult for her to breathe. Still, she was in heaven. Susan's tongue was doing incredible things to her clit and cunthole.
The touch of a female tongue sent waves of wild ecstasy crashing through the young girl. She'd never dreamed Aunt Susan was this wild. What else didn't she know about her? And why hadn't Pete told her he was having an affair with Susan. But then she hadn't told him of her affair with their father. Some things are just too personal to talk about. She vowed never to tell anyone she and her father fucked occasionally. They wouldn't understand. And the beauty of the affair would be spoiled if their secret got out.
The teenaged blonde squealed with excitement. Her cries were muffled by her brother's prick. She raised her ass almost off the bed while her aunt devoured her. Having a cock in her mouth while she was being eaten was the greatest.
She abandoned herself totally to the wicked orgy. She mouth-fucked Pete shamelessly. She knew Susan was watching her. Occasionally their eyes met. But she wasn't ashamed of what she was doing. It was beautiful, sucking a man's cock. It was the most beautiful thing a girl could do.
Now she teased the oozing slit in his cockhead. She licked up the hot thick cream and savored the taste on her tongue. He jerked his hips and tried to force his cock back into her mouth and in a moment she let him.
He lunged forward until his cock-knob hit the back of her throat. Then he partially withdrew and plunged in again.
All rational thought left her mind. She forgot about the incident at school and how angry she'd been. Sex was a tonic, there was no doubt about it. A wonderful tonic and it was free, too.
'It's a pity I don't keep a diary,' the horny teenager thought. 'Here I am blowing my brother and being sucked by my aunt.'
She concentrated on the multiplicity of sensations raging through her. She rose to what she thought was the peak of arousal, only to be more turned-on a moment later.
Her pussy felt drenched with her own juices mixed with Susan's saliva. She no longer knew where her pussy-folds left off and Susan's tongue and lips began.
Her cheeks caved in as she suctioned Pete's prick into her mouth. She twisted and turned her head to give him new sensations. He moved his hips with ease as he fucked her mouth.
Her furious sucking brought results. He was fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt. The thickness of his shaft filled her throat and his hips rocked in the age-old classic motion.
Between her legs, Susan had thrust what felt like three fingers into her cunthole. At the same time she was licking her clit and asshole.
The feel of Susan's mouth on her clit turned her to jelly and she thrashed her lust-crazed body around the bed.
Then Pete was seized with a violent spasm as he came. His spurting dick sent torrents of jizz into Linda's throat.
As the milky-white spunk gushed into her mouth, she dame too. Her orgasm was more intense than any she remembered because it was another woman who was responsible for it.
Pete continued thrusting wildly into her mouth. Linda was amazed at the amount of come his balls contained. She suctioned every last drop of fuck-cream out of his balls and Susan finger-fucked her. She mumbled around his spurting dick, trying to tell Susan to keep sucking.
"Keep sucking my cock!" the boy yelled.
It was an effort, but Linda managed to gulp down his entire gummy load. She felt like a starving person who was enjoying a good meal.
Susan finally stopped sucking her pussy. Linda held Pete's asscheeks and forced his cock out of her mouth. She gazed at it lovingly and just the sight of it made her want more.
With mindless raw desire, she licked the tip of his softened dick. She tried to take it into her mouth in a last attempt to make him hard again, but he protested.
He reeled backward, off her tits, and Linda clutched her pussy. Susan was sitting nearby masturbating.
Pete rested a moment and then turned to his aunt.
"You suck it now, Aunt Susan," he said.
Susan crawled around and climbed between the boy's legs.
"Gladly," she breathed huskily, taking his still-throbbing cockshaft into her fist.
"Jesus, that feels good," Pete said.
"Better than when I did it?" Linda pouted.
"Shit!" Pete said. "Keep doing that, Aunt Susan."
Susan squeezed his prick and worked her magic. Soon his cock was half-hard and she leaned over and took the knob in her mouth.
He flinched.
"Can I fuck you in the ass?" he said.
Linda giggled nervously and Susan smiled.
"You bet."
Linda became so excited she automatically began jerking off. When she came, she was as surprised as anyone and she continued thrusting her fingers deep inside her pussy.
"Oooooooh, this is great!" she trilled. "Mmmmm, I love it! When can we do it again?"
Susan giggled and fluttered her tongue over Pete's balls.
"And you had to be convinced."
"I liked when you licked my pussy," Linda said almost shyly.
"Don't worry," Susan said. "You don't have to return the favor."
"I will if you want me to."
"I'd rather have this nice big cock in my asshole anyway."
When his cock was hard again, Susan crouched on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and Pete knelt behind her. He positioned his cock between her asscheeks and felt around for her asshole.
Linda watched, fascinated by the sight. She lay on her belly and toyed with a strand of hair. Her own brother about to fuck their aunt. Wild!
"Be careful when you stick it in," Susan said. "If you try and force it you'll hurt me."
"I've done it before, Aunt Susan," Pete said. "I know how to do it."
Susan was nervous about the initial penetration. She knew that a boy like Pete sometimes let his excitement take over his mind. His eyes glittered. It wasn't every day he had an opportunity to fuck an ass. No, it was up to her to protect herself. She had to admonish him to be careful.
"Stick your finger in first and wiggle it around. Use cunt juice on your finger to wet me too."
But it was no use. The boy wasn't listening. In a moment his cockhead was at the entrance to her asshole. She cried out, but with a mighty lunge he shoved his cockhead into her asshole.
"Ouch!" Susan yelled, trying to expel it.
Pete was determined to have his way. With another giant shove his entire prick filled her bowels.
Susan clutched the sheet and bit down on her knuckle.
"You're killing me," she said through clenched teeth.
She struggled to free herself, but it was no use. The boy was strong and she was helpless to resist.
"Okay, now move slowly," she said. "For God's sake, you're killing me. Don't move too fast. Oh, God, your cock feels like a fucking watermelon in there."
"Okay, Aunt Susan," Pete said, but instead of obeying he lunged into her butt with deep hard thrusts of his steel-hard prick.
Susan gave up. The boy was determined to have his way. In any case soon the pain began subsiding and she enjoyed the minor discomfort. By the time she had every last inch of his cock inside her ass she was pumping back to meet his fuck-strokes.
Linda began masturbating when her brother initially shoved his prick balls-deep into Susan's asshole. She'd never seen anything like it. Even though Susan was yelling for him to take it out she seemed to be enjoying it. Linda envied her, but at the same time it frightened her.
She watched her younger brother pump his dick in and out of Susan's butt. Susan gradually seemed to relax and Linda watched the older woman move a hand to her pussy and play with herself.
"Good!" Susan hissed, her red hair flying wildly over her face. "Good assfuck, honey. Good Goddamn assfuck."
By now Pete's prick glided in and out of Susan's ass with ease. Linda was amazed at how widely stretched Susan's asshole was.
Pete began pumping faster and on an impulse Linda climbed behind him and tried to lick his balls.
"Give it to me hard!" Susan shrieked. "Really make me feel it!"
Linda lapped her tongue hungrily up and down her brother's asscrack. It tasted and smelled musty and at the same time she could smell Susan's pussy.
When Linda began licking his balls, Pete began pistoning his prick more forcefully into his aunt's shit-chute. The bed rocked as the triple fucking became more frenzied.
Susan squeezed her asshole around his dick and Linda managed to suck one of his balls into her mouth. It was too much for the boy. He let out a tortured groan and sent a torrent of come into his aunt's asshole.
Chapter 9
Pete reached over and pulled Gloria into his arms. One minute mother and son were sitting in the den watching television. The next minute they were kissing and holding each other tightly. Everything had happened suddenly and fast, but it seemed so right somehow that Gloria no longer worried about it.
She brushed her lips over his and parted hers. The boy plunged his searing tongue into her mouth. He coiled it around hers and their lips and tongues entwined.
She sucked on his lower lip greedily. Her arms encircled him and drew him closer. As if on signal he tongue-fucked her mouth. He thrust his tongue in and out of her lips and she became swept up in the moment.
Pete sensed that she was very hot. Ever since the day he and Susan and Linda had balled, he understood women better.
Now he broke the kiss and stroked his mother's cheek. He guided her onto her back and she sighed deeply.
She pulled his head down and they kissed again. She arched her back and pressed her tits into his chest.
"Darling, you kiss me so good," she murmured.
She felt between them for his prick. His cock poked her thigh as it stiffened. She held his face with one hand and kissed him gently.
"You too, Mom," he said in a husky voice.
The horny mother jerked on his cock until he achieved a full hard-on. She made him sit back as she gazed fondly at his manhood. His prick pressed tightly against his jeans. It threatened to pop the seams of the garment.
She squirmed around with excitement and sat up. She rubbed her hand over the throbbing mound in his fly.
Pete hovered over her and she fell back. He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse until he bared her creamy-skinned tits.
"I want to suck your tits, Mom," he said.
She reached up with both hands and drew his head down to her chest.
"Yes, suck them, darling," she said.
He rubbed his cheek against her long stiff nipples before burying his face in the soft pillows of her tits.
"Oh, honey, that feels so good," she said. "Kiss them, please. Oh, darling, kiss mother's tits."
The boy eagerly obeyed. He licked and kissed her tits and mauled them with both hands. He tongued her nipples and ran a trail of saliva up and down her cleavage.
Gloria vowed from time to time that she would put an end to her affair with her son. But she always gave in to her cravings. She was powerless to control her strong urges.
Now she trembled as the boy eagerly closed his lips over her swollen pink nipple. Her marriage was in jeopardy, but she didn't care. She couldn't resist him as he lashed his tongue over the tip of her tit.
She held him tightly against her as he switched back and forth from one tit to the other. He licked each bud to stiffness and drenched them with saliva.
As he worked over her tits she rubbed her leg against his prick and squirmed her ass on the sofa. With a rush, she fumbled with his belt-buckle and then managed to tug his zipper down.
His lips remained glued to her tits as she pushed his jeans down his hips. In a moment his shorts were down too and he released her tit long enough to kick both garments off.
She reached greedily for his prick. No matter how many times she saw and felt it, each time was a thrill.
She squeezed the stem of his dick and felt it grow yet larger in her hand. She reluctantly released him to remove her panties.
When they were both half-naked, the boy moved over her and snaked his tongue around and around her belly.
"Darling, we can't go on like this much longer," she said.
He nuzzled her muff.
"Why not?"
"Because you're my son and it's a sin."
She waited for him to respond. She prayed he would argue, tell her it didn't matter, that he loved fucking her.
"We're not religious, Mom," he said. "You always taught us to be good, but not to worry about sinning."
Gloria bit her lip to keep from giggling. Thank God, he'd learned well.
"Well, anyway, it's not right, honey."
"I love fucking you," the teenager whispered, his lips grazing her pussy thicket.
"I love fucking you too," she said, lacing her fingers through his hair.
"You won't make me stop, will you?"
"Not now," she said. "Oh, baby, not now!"
She felt like a child again with Pete. He made her feel young and carefree. Almost like a teenager.
With Mike sex was good, but with Pete it was joyous. Everything was still so new to him. And he was always horny. All she had to do was brush up against him in the kitchen and he'd get a hard-on. Sometimes she had to work on Mike for a while before he got hard.
Still, there was something to be said for experience. When Mike was in the mood he could still fuck her like no one else. And yet Pete was so sweet and dear. And so uninhibited.
She felt more like an animal with Pete. They sometimes romped and played like two young animals before they got down to serious fucking.
The knowledge that he was part of her, her own flesh and blood, made the experience more heady. It was the excitement of forbidden fruit that she found thrilling. It was silly, she knew, but true nonetheless. She'd pushed him out into the world from her cunt and now she was taking him back inside her via the same cunt. It seemed right somehow.
In the months they'd been making it, Pete had become a more skillful lover. She liked to think it was her influence. But she realized he fucked others. Sometimes he came to her to try something new he'd just learned. His young girlfriends were quite sophisticated. They taught him things she only read about in books.
Now she drifted with her desire as the boy nursed on her tits. She wanted to take him in her mouth and make him harder, but she was reluctant to pull her tit from his lips.
Without thinking she drew her legs up and spread her thighs. Her pussy gaped open and she vibrated with raw desire.
"Pete, dear," she said, arching her back and tilting her ass up.
Pete released her tit and sat back on his haunches. He gazed down at her swampy cunt and reached out to touch her cuntfolds. At the touch of his fingers on her pussy-tissues, she heaved a sigh and her gash flowed.
The coral lips inside her hairy outer lips unfurled. Her cunt slit glistened with cunt nectar. Pete ran his fingers up and down her gulch and she grunted deep in her throat and came.
"Oh, darling, you made mother come!"
"Jesus, I'd like to lick it up, Mom."
He always asked permission when they fucked. It both amused and saddened her. He remained her son even when he had his hand up her pussy.
"Please, do, honey," she said now, stretching out on her back with her legs wide-spread.
Pete lay flat on his belly between her thighs. He brought his lips down to her steaming snatch and her lush thighs hugged his cheeks.
Her belly heaved against him as he ran his tongue from her clit to her asshole and back again. He licked up the juice from her cunt, but as he devoured her she flooded again.
Gloria went wild. She had no pretenses with Pete. She gave herself over completely to her lust. She knew he would love her no matter how strongly she reacted. Boys loved their mothers and thought they were beautiful no matter how disheveled they became. She didn't worry when her lipstick smeared or her hair became messy. Not with Pete. Pete was her boy. Her baby. And he loved her unconditionally, as she loved him.
She drifted through a series of orgasms. Some were more intense than others, but it didn't matter. It wasn't a question of intensity. It was a question of give and take and natural hot desire.
She fully intended to blow him before they were through. She loved deep-throating him. She loved to prove how much she loved him by taking his prick into her throat and holding it there.
With a sigh of deep contentment she drew her legs back and widened the spread of her thighs. The boy sat back and his eyes glittered as he stared at his mother's pussy.
Gloria felt she was revealed at her loveliest. When her eyes were glazed with desire and her cunt was creamy with sex-dew, she felt irresistible.
Now she reached down with both hands and spread her hairy outer cunt lips open. Pete lapped her clit hungrily and tongued her cunthole.
She bucked her ass wildly. The sofa was small, but that didn't stop her from abandoning herself to the ecstasy of an orgasm.
Pete flicked his tongue over the plush folds of her sodden cuntgash. She shuddered violently and gasped. She clamped her thighs shut around his face and then lay still, unmoving.
The teenager continued eating her, but she was spent for the moment. Even as he feasted on her juicy nectar she struggled to sit up.
"Let me," she cried as she reached for his prick. "Let mother have your beautiful cock."
They changed places. He lay flat on his back with his cock pointing at the ceiling. She crouched between his legs and wrapped her hand about the base of his prick.
His cock twitched and throbbed wildly as she squeezed it. She licked her lips and bent down to touch her cheek to the tip of his cockhead.
"You're a wonderful lover," she said.
The boy opened his eyes and grinned shyly.
"Honest?"
"The best." She rubbed her moist lower lip against his cock-tip.
"Do you ever fuck anyone else?" he said.
She blanched.
"What a question."
"Well, do you?"
"Your father, of course."
"I mean beside him."
"No!"
"Good." He grinned and folded his hand over his chest. "I feel better now."
She pumped his cock thoughtfully.
"What made you ask such a question?"
He flushed.
"I just wondered."
Gloria noticed his discomfort.
"Maybe you're the one who has something to hide."
His cockhead bulged in her hand. The teenager grimaced.
"That feels good, Mom."
"Don't change the subject, darling," she said. "Who else are you fucking? Who teaches you all those lovely things you do to me?"
He turned his face to the wall.
"Don't make me tell you."
Gloria thought of Susan. Suddenly she knew the truth. It didn't matter. She trusted Susan completely.
Loosening her grip on his cock, she moved just the sensitive skin covering his cockshaft.
"It's Susan, isn't it?" she whispered, smearing his cock-cream over his knob.
"Don't make me tell you," he said through clenched teeth.
But Gloria was determined to make him admit it. She leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue over his cock-tip.
"Tell me or I won't take it in my mouth."
She left her lips an inch from his prick, but didn't touch it.
"Ah, Jesus, Mom!" He breathed heavily and covered his eyes with his arm.
Gloria felt sorry for him. It wasn't fair to torture him this way. Anyway, she was punishing herself too. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted it and needed it and had to have it.
With a moan, she bent down and ran a series of kisses up and down his fuckpole. Her soft moist kisses melted into his rigid cockmeat.
"You have a lovely hard-on, darling," she mused, jerking her hand up and down his prickrod.
He swallowed hard. She licked the sensitive area of flesh directly under his cockhead. At the same time she jiggled his balls slightly.
"I don't know which I love more," she said. "Your magnificent hard-on or your nice swollen balls. I never can make up my mind."
She licked his nuts and took a few cock-hairs between her teeth. She deliberately bit through them and tugged gently on a few more.
She lapped his ball-bag with the flat of her tongue and dabbed the tip over the swollen plums inside the sac.
Her hands weren't idle. She used them on his prick all the while. She held his balls now as she licked his piss-slit. Opening her jaws wide, she clamped her lips tightly around his entire cockhead and suctioned it into her mouth.
She wiggled her tongue all over and let the mushroom-shaped knob bathe in her saliva. The boy gasped and groaned as she sucked. She had only his knob in her mouth, but she worked on it in a way that made the rest of his prick throb.
"Mom, I'm dying to fuck you," Pete said.
Gloria was momentarily disappointed. She wanted to suck him a while longer. But the prospect of having him inside her was enticing.
"Yes, I want it too," she said, changing places with him on the sofa.
The boy mounted her. When they fucked, she always felt younger than him. Somehow when he straddled her hips and moved his hands under her ass, she felt like a girl about to be penetrated by her lover.
She brought her legs back and opened herself to him.
"Fuck me, darling," she said.
The boy paused a moment to admire her wide-open slit. She watched his face as he gazed at her sex. He was fascinated by her clit and the way it peeked out of the folds of her cunt.
She shut her eyes and rolled her head to the side when he brought his cock down and pushed it against her pussy. The moment he touched her she began coming.
He didn't enter her yet. He rubbed his prick-knob up and down her spasming slit as she thrashed wildly on the sofa.
She held her arms out helplessly, almost crazed by her lust. Her tits heaved and bounced as she moved.
"Stick it in and fuck me!" she said.
"Jesus, Mom, I don't know how long I can last," he said, plunging forward and shoving his cockhead inside her.
"Try," she said, feeling her cunt lips close shut around his big knob. "Please try."
Her pussy clutched him eagerly. He held his breath and slowly, inch by inch, filled her cunt with the rest of his prick.
At the end he rammed forward and penetrated her completely. She cried out as he entered her and wrapped her legs around his back.
They began fucking. He corkscrewed in and out of her cunt. With every stroke his pelvic bone rasped against her clit.
At intervals he paused, always with his cock imbedded inside her. His balls slapped her ass with every stroke. She clawed at his arms and moved a hand between their bodies to fondle his cock.
Slowly drawing back, he left only his cockhead inside her. He rammed forward and filled her with his prick.
He repeated that several times and she sobbed with pleasure. She felt impaled and loved the feeling.
Suddenly he pulled out.
"Suck it again, Mom," he rasped, climbing over her and positioning his rigid, dripping cock over her mouth.
She grabbed it, tilted it down and opened her mouth.
"Yes! Yes! Let me suck it!"
She was able to take him all the way into her throat in this position. She almost inhaled him in her zeal. She didn't flinch when his cockhead lodged in her throat. She swallowed around him and relished his groaning response.
She slid her lips back slowly and then took him in again. She sucked hungrily, but carefully, anxious to make it last.
His cock seemed to grow in length and soon his cockhead almost filled her mouth. The boy groaned hoarsely and moved his hips back and forth as he fucked her face.
Gloria struggled to breathe as she gamely took him all the way into her throat. She whipped her tongue over his cockhead on the outstroke and coiled it around his cockroot on the instroke.
The boy used every bit of control he could muster, but Gloria knew he would come at any moment. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled his cock from her lips.
He entered her cunt without a word and began plowing in and out with frenzied strokes. He strained to control his orgasm until she gave him the signal that she was ready.
"Now, darling, now!" she hissed. "Now, come inside mother! Come in me!"
Waves of smoldering heat engulfed her as she came. Pete let himself go and his prick exploded inside her.
Again and again he spurted his thick load inside her pussy. Her own juices flowed and she felt filled and moist and sticky and lovely.
When Pete was drained, he collapsed on top of her. The sofa was too small for both of them to stretch out.
Gloria writhed beneath his weight and they managed to lie side by side without too much discomfort.
She stroked his hair as they caught their breath.
"That was a lovely fuck, honey," she said. "You made mother very happy."
Pete smiled and nuzzled his face against her warm tits.
Chapter 10
Gloria hesitated and strained to hear the sounds coming from her daughter's room. She quickly realized the boy's voice was Pete's. Linda giggled and Gloria shifted her packages to her other arm and leaned closer to the door.
"Your pussy looks funny," Pete said.
"It's just getting hairier," Linda said.
Gloria nervously tugged at the locket around her neck. Only yesterday she'd enjoyed a wonderful fuck with her son. Now here he was in bed with his sister. And all the time she'd thought it was Susan he was fucking.
She pressed her ear to the door and listened.
"Come on, let me stick it in," Pete whined.
"Don't act like such a jock," Linda said. "A girl likes a little romance first."
Lowering her packages to the floor, Gloria couldn't resist peeking through the keyhole. What she saw took her breath away.
The youngsters were on the bed, but they were fully dressed. Linda's skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties were on the floor.
Pete was gazing at the gulch between her legs and Linda was holding her cunt lips open. Gloria held her breath.
'How long has this been going on?' she thought.
She quickly gathered her packages together and tiptoed to her room. It was bad enough her children were committing this terrible deed. She didn't have to watch it.
She changed into a robe and returned to the hall. She called out, deliberately interrupting them. In a moment Linda opened her door, rubbing her eyes.
"I'm in here," the blonde said. "I was doing homework and I guess I fell asleep."
Gloria began going downstairs.
"Where's your brother?" she said over her shoulder.
Linda's face remained impassive.
"I don't know."
Gloria went down to the kitchen and began dinner. She gave Pete time to get out of Linda's room and regain his composure. She wasn't worried about Linda's composure. The girl was cool, there was no doubt about that.
Later, after dinner, she told Mike she wanted to talk to him alone. They went upstairs early and he made a grab for her.
"No, not that," she said, pushing him away.
He lunged at her and grinned.
"I'm horny. Let's fuck and then we'll talk."
She shoved him and ran around to the other side of the bed.
"Listen, this is serious," she said.
He shrugged and flopped down on a chair.
"Okay, tell me." He rubbed his crotch. "I'll just hold my friend here until you're through."
"Do be serious," she said.
"Jesus, what's going on?"
She took a deep breath. "It's about Linda and sex." She paused and wondered why Mike's face turned crimson.
"What about her?" he said, nervously swinging his foot.
"I found out something today."
He began nibbling his nails, a sure sign of his being uncomfortable.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, you don't have to jump down my throat."
He sat forward and gazed at her.
"First you say it's about sex and then you say not to jump down your throat. She's my kid too. When the hell are you going to spit it out?"
Gloria drew back.
"I don't think I like being talked to like that."
He stared at her, trying to read her expression. If she found out about his affair with his daughter his marriage was over. She was a good mother. She'd be furious if she knew he'd been fucking Linda regularly.
He rose up and joined her on the bed. She moved away.
"Aw, hon, I'm sorry I spoke so sharply. It's just that you scared me. What's the kid done now?"
Gloria visibly softened. Mike was just nervous. Linda was his child too and he worried about her.
"I found out that she and Pete are doing it."
Her lower lip quivered as she paused.
Mike breathed more easily.
"You mean the kids are fucking?"
Gloria nodded and turned to him. Her eyes were serious and she frowned.
"I know Linda's almost a woman. I didn't think she was still a virgin." She colored, but was determined to discuss the matter no matter how uncomfortable it made her. "And boys Pete's age are always horny so I don't expect him to stay a virgin either." She spoke these last words very quickly. "But together, Mike. Together. They're brother and sister, for God's sake. It's incest."
"Jesus," Mike muttered, placing his arm around his wife's shoulders. "Jesus Christ, let me think about this a minute."
In truth he was relieved. At least Gloria hadn't found out his secret. Or secrets, if you counted his affair with Susan as a secret too.
"What'll we do?" Gloria said, leaning against him. "I feel better already, just sharing it with you."
"There's a couple of things we could do," he said.
She placed her hand on his thigh.
"You always come up with the answers," she said. "I know you will this time too."
"Tell you what," Mike said. "Let's fuck now and we'll talk about it afterward. I always think better when I'm not horny."
Gloria giggled and rose up.
"I'm ready now," she said, beginning to undress. "I feel better already."
As usual when she undressed in front of Mike she tried to excite him by moving in a sexy way. She removed her bra first and bent over to remove her jeans. Mike liked to watch her tits when she bent down. He liked to see them hang to her waist.
When she peeled her panties down, she tossed her long dark hair over one shoulder and wiggled her hips. She knew she was being slightly hypocritical criticizing her children when she herself had committed the sin of incest. But it was different in her case. She was an adult and Pete was a boy. He wouldn't be traumatized by fucking her. It was good for him. His complexion was clearing up in the bargain.
Now she slipped under the covers and reached for Mike. She sighed as she nuzzled close to him.
"Take me in your arms, darling," she said, kissing his neck.
"Come here, woman," he growled, pulling her against him.
She moved one hand over his belly and felt for the bristly hair of his cock. She touched his prick and was surprised to find it wasn't hard yet.
"Kissy, kiss," she said, offering Mike her lips as she squeezed his dick.
He kissed her and as his tongue snaked into her mouth she moved her fingers to his balls.
Mike pushed the covers aside and she smelled her own snatch. She was ripe and ready and had been ever since she saw her children in bed together.
"Wet as ever," Mike said, exploring her cunt and frenching her. "I just hope Linda is as passionate as her mother."
"Mike, how can you talk that way about your own daughter?"
"It's because she is my daughter that I can talk like that. Listen, hon, what's wrong with the kids getting some experience together? They're going to get it somewhere, you said so yourself. What's the harm if they experiment and get the kinks out with each other? At least they trust each other. When I think of some snot-nosed kid in Linda's pants I want to kill."
Gloria jerked on his cock. It was beginning to stir in her hand.
"Hmmmmmm, maybe you're right," she mused. "Maybe I'm being silly. If they're going to do it anyway they may as well keep it in the family. They won't catch some disease from each other."
Mike felt relieved.
"That's my girl." He stretched out on his back and folded his arms under his head. "Get it hard and we'll fuck."
* * *
At that very moment Linda and Pete were under the covers in Linda's room. The teenaged girl climbed to her knees with her ass in the air and tied her hair into a ponytail. When she was ready, she lowered her face and brushed her tongue over her brother's prick.
"They'll be in there all night," she said. "Whenever they go to bed early they don't know what's going on in the rest of the house."
Pete lay still, relishing the feel of his sister's tongue on his fuckpole, but nervous about their parents finding them together.
"I don't know," he said. "Hey, what're you doing?"
Linda moved her hands up to his chest and then crawled over him and kissed his tight little nipples.
"You worry too much," she said. She moved her lips back to his prick and kissed the tip.
"I hope you're right," he said.
Linda nudged his cock with her nose. He couldn't resist his sister when she wanted to fuck, even though his folks were in the house.
Now Linda examined the boy's cockhead and the velvety skin of his shaft. She pinched the knob between two fingers and squeezed some juice from the slit.
"Do that some more," Pete said.
She licked the tip of his prick and made a slurping sound.
"Yummy," she said.
His cock still tasted of her pussy. He'd just stuck it in her cunt when their mother interrupted earlier in the day.
The blonde bathed her brother's cock with her saliva. She pumped his shaft and massaged his nuts. Jerking him off gently, she wondered what was happening in her parents' room.
Her heart pounded with excitement when she pictured her father's dick. As much as she loved sucking Pete's cock, she preferred her father's.
"Tastes good," she said, fitting her moist lips around the boy's cockhead.
She sucked noisily on his cocktip. She nipped it with her white teeth and jerked his cockskin with her fingers.
Her lips clamped around his cockhead, under the flared rim. She tried not to be jealous of her mother. She had Pete and his cock was almost as delicious as Mike's.
"Jesus, Sis, you're driving me crazy!"
"How come you're so sensitive tonight?"
"I guess I was thinking about the folks."
She spit his prick out.
"Are you game for something?" she said.
"What?"
"Mom usually leaves the shade up in their room. Just a little, but enough to look in. We could go outside and look inside and see what they're doing."
"You mean spy on them?"
She nodded, shivering with excitement.
"Sure. Wouldn't you like it?"
Pete nodded nervously.
"Won't it be cold out now?"
"Not that cold," she said, climbing off the bed and glancing around. "Come on, get up and put your clothes on. Let's do it for kicks."
They scrambled into their clothes and quietly left the room. They went downstairs and let themselves out the back door.
Once they were outside they breathed in the night air. It was cool, but Linda hugged her sweater around her and took her brother's hand.
"Still game?" she said, her teeth chattering with excitement.
"Yeah, let's go."
They crept around the side of the house and found a large box to stand on. The bedrooms were on the second level, but it was easy enough to see inside the windows if they stood on the box on their tip-toes.
As Linda had said, the window of their parents' room was open and the shade was up about an inch. If they stood at a certain angle they could both see inside the room.
What the saw made their eyes widen.
"Look," Pete said, pointing.
"Ssshhh," his sister hissed. "Jesus, look at them go to it!"
Gloria and Mike were naked and Gloria was blowing him. She slid her lips to the base of his cock and Linda watched her father's expression change to one of total bliss.
The teenager recognized the look on her father's face and her pussy throbbed as she watched. Her mother was sucking her favorite lollipop. It wasn't fair.
Gloria bobbed her head up and down, taking his cock into her throat with ease.
"Look at her blow him," Pete muttered. "Jesus, look at that."
The boy breathed hard and seemed terribly excited.
"Don't fall," Linda cautioned him. "If they see us out here we're finished."
Pete blew on his fingers.
"Shit, it's cold out here."
"If you're too chicken you can go in the house," Linda said. "I'm staying."
Pete was too fascinated to leave, but he had mixed emotions about watching. Seeing his mother blow his father depressed him. He recognized that he felt jealous of his father, but he couldn't help it. Only yesterday his mother had blown him. Now she was blowing his dad. Jesus, it was more than a guy could take.
Linda had similar thoughts, but she said nothing.
"Dad's got a big cock," she said, pulling on her lower lip.
"It doesn't look so big to me," Pete said.
The blonde girl nudged him with her elbow.
"You're just jealous."
"I am not," Pete said. "And watch it or I'll fall. This box isn't so steady."
Linda gazed at her father's dick through the window. It glistened with saliva. Her pussy felt slick with desire. She wanted her father's prick inside her, but it was obvious he didn't need her at the moment. He looked perfectly happy.
"I didn't think they did things like that any more," Pete said.
"Things like what?"
"Like that. You know. Mom sucking his cock."
"They're married, for God's sake. What do you think they do?"
"I guess you're right." He pulled on his lip. "Shit, she's licking his balls."
"If I didn't know better I'd say you were jealous."
"Aw, Sis, cut it out."
Linda knew in that moment that he was indeed jealous. She decided not to tease him. Boys Pete's age were very competitive with their fathers. She loved her brother too much to make him unhappy.
Now she linked her arm through his.
"You've still got me, brother."
He wrapped his arms around her.
"Yeah, and you've still got me."
The teenagers watched in silence as their father began to writhe his hips. Without a word Gloria rolled onto her back and Mike mounted her.
Outside the window the two youngsters shivered in the cool night air. The couple on the bed were kissing now.
"I want that big cock of yours inside me now," Gloria said. "Please hurry, darling."
Mike took his time, tilting his cock back and pointing it at Gloria's cunt. She sighed impatiently and grabbed it, trying unsuccessfully to shove it into her cunt.
It was the wrong angle, and Mike pulled back.
"If there's one thing I can't stand it's a super-aggressive woman."
"Well, your daughter looks pretty aggressive," Gloria said.
Outside the window, brother and sister turned to each other. Linda raised her eyebrows.
"Did you hear that?"
Pete nodded and tugged on his lip.
"Do you suppose she knows about us?"
"Listen," Linda said. "It might be nothing."
"Okay, now it's in," Mike said, plowing forward and filling Gloria with his dick. "Now what were you saying about Linda?"
"Nothing, I can't talk when you're inside me," Gloria sighed.
Mike grunted something Linda couldn't hear.
"How's it feel?" he said. "Good?"
"Lovely. Now push it in all the way."
Mike pulled back and lurched forward. Linda watched his balls slap her mother's ass. She clung to her brother's arm and trembled.
"Maybe we better go now," she said.
Pete ignored her.
"Will you look at that," he muttered under his breath.
"Fuck!" Gloria squealed. "Fuck me hard!"
"Tight little cunt!" Pete growled. "It's just as tight as the day I married you."
Outside, Linda moved her foot and lost her balance. The box went toppling over and both youngsters landed on the ground.
"Jesus, let's get out of here!" Pete said, scrambling to his feet and reaching for his sister's hand.
Together they ran out of the yard and quietly returned to the house through the kitchen. Pete stayed downstairs while Linda tip-toed upstairs, her shoes in her hand.
When she passed her parents' room, she paused to listen. She heard nothing, so she continued to her own room where she immediately fell down on the bed.
A few minutes later she heard Pete's muffled footsteps as he bounced up to his room. She waited breathlessly without undressing until she was certain her folks had heard nothing. Then she rose up and undressed.
'It's only the beginning,' she thought. 'It's only a matter of time before we're all fucking together.'
She knew it would happen. She and her father were fucking and she suspected the same was true of Pete and her mother. She could tell by the way Pete acted. The blonde teenager quivered. She smiled as she thought of all four of them together. And Susan, too. One big happy family. Her eyes closing with fatigue, she slipped a hand down to her pussy and gently rubbed her clit.
