"Oh, honey, do it faster, harder, deeeeeper! Ohhhh, yessss! That's good, yessss," Anne Gregory moaned, her head arched back and her legs held wide apart by her husband's hands, his prick filling and refilling her opened pussy.
Dave leaned back from his wife, his cock still buried in her cunt. His hands were around her ankles, moving her legs into whatever position felt best to him at any given second. His hips moved forward and back leisurely, rolling and fucking Anne with slow, deep, pleasure-giving strokes. He wanted to please her like he hadn't pleased her in years and he could tell from her moans and groans that he was doing just that.
Anne humped up at her husband's prick, wanting all of it in her cunt at once and also loving the way he held it back from her slightly. With her legs held up in the air and spread wide apart, Anne felt completely open and vulnerable to her husband's prick. Her lewd position turned her on. Dave hadn't fucked her like this in years! She wondered what had gotten into him ... and how she could keep it there!
The kneeling Dave moved his wife's feet in and out, feeling her soggy cunt opening and closing around his fucking prick. Her pussy wasn't as young and tight as it once had been but he still loved to fuck it. He looked down at her now, taking in all her features as if he wanted to memorize them.
He looked at the fuzzy red hole where his cock appeared and disappeared. The skin around it was fine and white, with a few freckles here and there. Dave had never known how white skin could be until he'd met Anne.
His eyes traveled up her belly, working her over on the outside while his cock worked her over on the inside. Her gut had a little pouch to it, but not bad for a woman of her age with two kids. Dave held her feet very wide apart, leaned down and kissed her stomach.
"Ohhhhh!" Anne giggled, surprised by his tender touch.
He straightened back and continued his appraisal of his wife. Her tits were still big and firm and now they rolled on her chest while he fucked her. Her nipples were hard and straight, the peach-colored areolas the size of silver dollars. Dave took both her ankles in one hand and leaned forward to pinch one of her spiked nips.
"Ouch!" Anne yelped, then she sighed as his fingers soothed away the slight pain and caressed her tits, one and then the other.
"You still look great, babe," Dave said, gazing into her passion-filled face. "I love you very much, do you know that!"
Anne felt the tears well up in her eyes. He hadn't treated her this way in so long she had almost begun to doubt his love for her. Now she was too overcome with emotion to manage any more of a reply than a nod and an affirmative whimper.
Dave looked down at her face, his cock barely moving in her cunt. Her red hair fanned out on the pillow behind her and her green eyes were now wet and blurry. But even as she fought back tears of emotion, Dave thought she was beautiful, certainly the most beautiful mature woman he had ever held in his arMs. He smiled at her as she bit her lip and tried not to cry.
"Shhhh," he said, "enough of this sappy stuff. Let's fuck!"
Anne laughed, astonished by her husband's strange behavior. Then she squealed as he again jerked her legs wide apart and rammed his cock in hard between them.
"Yeah! You like that!" he asked his now-giggling wife. "Well, so do I!"
Dave leaned forward and wrapped his wife's legs around his back. Then he tucked his hands underneath her body and pulled her toward him until they were both sitting up, facing each other. His cock was bent straight up inside of her cunt in this position and Anne wiggled her ass around, fucking him as much as she could.
Face to face, Dave held her tight to him and kissed her, his prick worming its way around inside of her. She took his tongue and gave him her own, sucking on it lewdly. Dave rolled his tongue into a tube and Anne ovaled her mouth into a puckered little hole. Then she let him fuck her mouth with his tongue, the lurid image exciting them both.
When they broke their kiss, Dave leaned way back, leaving Anne sitting like a queen on the throne of his cock. He straightened out his legs and she situated herself on the hilted rod of his throbbing prick.
"My turn?" she asked, rolling her hips around his cock.
"Ah-huh," he answered.
Bending and unbending her knees slightly, Anne began to fuck straight up and down on her husband's prick. She took his cock clear to the end of her cunt-channel and then let it slip almost all the way from the satiny grip of her pussy.
Up and down she moved, her husband passive beneath her. Dave's eyes were closed and his dark hair tousled, making him look young and innocent. God, how she loved him tonight!
With little twists of her hips she screwed herself up to the knob of his prick. Then, holding just the tiniest bit of his cock still inside of her, she nipped at Dave's prick-head with the learned muscles of her pussy, caressing his prick-knob.
Dave groaned, wanting her to take his prick again. His eyes opened and he looked up into hers. But Anne was in control and she waited just a bit longer, wanting them both to feel the power of what they were doing. At last she felt that it was time and, all at once, she plunged her cunt down around the dry, aching shaft of her husband's prick.
"Goooood!" Dave cried out, his eyes rolling back up into his head with ecstasy. "Ohhhh, yeaaahhhh, yeeeahhhh!"
With his cock completely inside of her now, Anne ground her cunt down tight around his prick-base. She could feel his cock stirring around inside of her and she liked the sensation. She rolled her hips and pushed down with all her might, making sure she had every bit of cock-meat her husband had to offer safely inside of her.
Dave looked down his prone body and saw the lips of her outer cunt parting to take in his prick. The hair on Anne's cunt was plentiful but it was a fine golden red dust that did little to hide or protect her pussy. He moved his hand toward it and ran his fingers through the soft, fine, peach-colored strands.
Through the pelt of her cunt-fur, he located her clit and stroked it gently with the tips of his fingers. Just a simple touch there seemed to send Anne into orbit and her hips shot up off of his groin and she began to fuck his cock harder and faster than ever. Dave relaxed his arm and just let it ride with her, keeping contact with her clit despite her erratic, erotic moements.
Anne sighed and moaned as she fucked her husband now. The way he was caressing her pussy drove her wild! To give him better access to her clit, she leaned back, her hands going behind herself to support her body. Her cunt-channel shifted so it bent Dave's cock out and down.
Now Dave could see as well as touch her clit. He straightened out one finger and drilled the tip against her straining little button. Anne gasped and he knew heiiad done the right thing so he did it again ... and again.
Anne brought her knees up so her feet were flat on the bed on either side of her husband's hips. She kept fucking his cock this way, taking it straight into her opened cunt and then forcing it back out.
"Do me!" Anne gasped, her hips working automatically now, her attention completely focused, "Fuck me hard and get me off, Dave! I want to come!"
Dave calmly swirled his fingertip around and around on her clit. Her hips increased their frantic fucking motions and he could feel her whole body tightening up. Already he eould see the pale skin beneath the thatch of her cunt-fur starting to twitch and he knew he almost had her there.
"Yeah! Almost!" she gasped, her hips moving now to increase her own pleasure, not his. "Good! Yeah! Ohhhh! Good! Dave! Honey! Ajjhhhh!"
Like he'd popped her clutch, Anne bucked and jumped, her body taken over by her orgasm. She grunted and gasped and the sounds she made made no sense but Dave understood them anyway. His finger stayed on the trigger of her clitty, keeping her orgasm going for just as long as she could stand. At last she pushed his hand away and only then did he let up on her.
"Hummmmm," she sighed, "that was nice."
Dave remained silent, but he made his cock jump inside of her, reminding her that, although she might have come, he had not. As he moved his cock, he noticed that her pussy seemed tighter than ever.
Anne giggled. "I didn't forget you," she said, again hauling herself up straight on his cock. "I'll finish you off, too, you old thing. What's got into you tonight, anyway? You haven't made love to me like this since Nixon was in office!"
Dave laughed, his prick dancing around inside of her. "I just want to see if I could still make you happy, really happy."
"And?" she asked, gripping his cock extra tight with her cunt-muscles. "Can you?"
Dave jammed his hips up, making her take all of his cock and nearly bouncing her right off of him. "I think so!" He laughed.
"Well, I think so too!" Anne agreed, fucking back at him with equal vigor.
She leaned forward, her ass shooting up in the air. Dave arched his hips and followed her pussy, his prick still deep inside of her. When she suddenly slammed her ass back down, she cried out in surprised pain when Dave's cock rammed against the end of her cunt-channel, nearly tearing it and plunging far into her guts.
Dave opened his mouth and, from thousands of fucks together, Anne knew what that meant. She rolled her body slightly to one side and fed him one of her hanging tits, letting it fall down into his mouth like fruit from a tree.
Dave pulled hard on her white tit-meat, stretching it down into a tear-shaped droplet. His cheeks dimpled in and he sucked her nipple into the back of his throat. His mouth was filled with the creamy flesh and, as much as he could, he danced his tongue across the smooth, soft surface.
But when Anne leaned back and pulled her tit from his mouth, Dave's oral suction was no match for her. Sadly he felt her tit pull from between his lips and he could do nothing but let it go. But then he felt her other nipple brushing at his closed, wet lips and he smiled and opened his mouth once again, taking in her second, equally delectable tittle.
"No playing favorites," Anne said, suddenly startled by the odd look her husband gave her.
Dave's eyes snapped but, when she didn't say anything more, he just went back to sucking her tit. His cock lolled in the warm emptiness of her cunt, with Anne fucking at it with short, erratic jerks of her hips.
When he spit her tit out, Anne sighed, her cunt tingling with the attention he had paid her titties. She kept her tits right close to his face, her eyes looking right down into his, and began to fuck his cock with short, true strokes.
She pummeled her pussy-lips with the knob of his prick, taking only the very tip of his prick. Her ass moved up and back, an easy see-saw motion that made fucking Dave very good. Then, bit by bit, she increased the depth of her strokes, taking his cock inside of her a portion at a time.
Her methodical fucking made Dave squirm with lust. Her strokes were so straight, so true, so well-timed. He had nothing to do but relax and take it, which he did gladly. His cock bucked around inside of her sucking cunt-channel from time to time but mostly it was still, content to let Anne and her controlled fucking do the job for both of them.
And Anne didn't mind in the least. Her tits swung back and forth like twin pendulums and now and then she let one hit her husband's face playfully. Dave stuck out his tongue, lapping at her attacking tits whenever they came within range. Just watching her tits moving so freely, so carelessly made both fuck-partners hotter than ever. The way her tits pulled down from her chest gave Anne's cunt a sexy tug.
From his vantage point below, Dave was nearly hypnotized by the swinging tit-meat. His eyes followed her light-colored nips, their pointed tips more magical than any shiny object. He licked his lips and got his mouth ready, prepared for when her tits might brush his mouth again.
The faster she fucked him, the more quickly her tits bounced and rolled in his face. Anne's breathing became loud because of the extreme control she was exercising as she fucked her husband, increasing her fucking tempo ever so gradually. Dave soon could feel her hot breath, as well as her wet tits, slapping against his face.
"Feel good?" she gasped. .
Dave grunted. "I'll say. Better than when Nixon was in office."
"Dick me! Dick me!" Anne giggled.
Dave growled and reached up and took hold of her waving tits. He gripped both of them tightly, pulling them down and then smashing them back up tight against her chest. Then he just kept his hands on her tits, helping her to move at whatever fucking pace she chose.
By now Anne was taking every inch of his prick far up into her cunt. Her pussy was full of his cock-meat and she felt stretched and happy, happier than she had felt in years. Her cunt-channel clung to his cock, familiar with every bump and vein on hit, and tugged on his prick in the ways that she knew pleased Dave the most.
Not able to stand being completely passive anymore, Dave started to hump up, fucking back at his panting, diving wife. Now when she took his prick, he gave just as much as she took and his cock crashed around inside of her, touching places Anne hadn't had touched in ages.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, returning Dave's wild fucking. "Yessss! Goooo!"
Their crotches smashed together, with Dave's fucking body jumping up and down and his wife's moving forward and back. Dave's balls were trapped beneath the thumping cushions of Anne's padded ass and he could feel them swelling with the urge to blow. He did not discourage them.
His hands still covered her swaying tits, keeping them from knocking him unconscious. Her hard nips dug into his hands and his palms grew sweaty from spanning the writhing globes. He dug into them slightly with his fingernails, wanting to keep his grip no matter what.
The entire length of his prick was sheathed in his wife's tightly gripping pussyi Now, even when she moved and his cock left her cunt, the period was so brief that Dave got the feeling that his cock was continually inside of her. Her cunt seemed to be everywhere and his cock was now a part of it. They would be locked together this way for all of eternity and it still would not be long enough for Dave. He wanted more, he wanted it all and he wanted Anne to always be there for him.
Anne's eyes were closed, her face furrowed in concentration. Her cunt pumped up and down, Dave's prick filling her. She listened carefully to his breathing and she could tell that he would be coming soon. She stepped up her fucking tempo, wanting to bring him off like she hadn't done in years.
Dave made strangling noises and then his gusting breathing stopped completely for an instant as the first blast of his cock-cream made its way up from the churning cauldron of his balls and shot against the back of his wife's writhing cunt-channel.
"Annneeeee!" he cried out, his fingers mauling her tits as if he were drowning. "Ohhhh!"
Anne stayed with him, her cunt keeping up with his madly rutting cock. She gripped his sides tightly with her thighs and went along for the ride, taking his cream into her body as if it were the most precious gift in the world.
Then, when it was over, Anne curled up tight to her husband's back, her arm tossed over his side. A smile seemed frozen on her lips and, as she drifted off to sleep, Anne prayed that whatever had made her husband love her like he had tonight would be with them for a long, long time.
Chapter Two
Just as she had gone to sleep with a smile on her lips, Anne awoke feeling better than she could remember feeling. $he reached for her husband and found that Dave had already gotten up. She gave a little.mewl and fell back to sleep for a couple of hours. Life was wonderful again.
When she awoke the second time, Anne made herself get up. Just because it was the weekend she knew she couldn't loll around in bed all day.
She wondered where Dave was off to so early. He hadn't told her he was going anywhere special. She hugged herself as she walked naked into their bathroom. She didn't care where he went, just so long as he got that big cock of his home in time to fuck her good again tonight. She had enjoyed last night immensely and now she wanted to prove that it hadn't just been a fluke.
In the bathroom she found a note in Dave's handwriting. How sweet, she thought, he didn't have to do that. But as her eyes scanned down the page, what she read wasn't sweet at all. Feeling faint, Anne flopped down on the closed toilet seat, her hand shaking as she read what her husband had written:
Anne:
Last night was wonderful and I'm glad to know that I can still please you. It is because of these things and others that I feel like I have to get away for a while. I don't want things to fall apart between us and I feel that they will if I stay. The reason is simple ... and complicated. I don't expect you to understand when I don't under- stand myself. You're a wonderful woman, Anne, and I must be crazy to want anyone else but I do ... Debbie. Watching our daughter grow up to be so much like you were when I first met you is kilting me and I need to get away before I do something we'll all be sorry for. Don't worry about money, you'll have plenty, and remember that I love you all ... I'll be back when I'm more worthy of you.
Always,
Dave
Stunned, Anne read and reread the note. It couldn't be true! He wouldn't do something so foolish! Why hadn't he just told her, maybe they could have worked something out?
Her mind screamed a thousand questions and she threw herself back down in bed. The sheets reeked of their wild fucking the night before and the smell made Anne ache with emptiness. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair, her nails scratching her scalp. But it didn't matter if she hurt herself. Nothing mattered if her husband had really left her.
Anne kicked away the blankets and lay naked on the sheet. Her fingers found the yellow stains that she and her husband had made and she traced the jagged round spot with one finger. So this was why he had been so good to her, this was why he had worked so hard to please her. Tears came to her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, warm, salty, bitter tears.
"How could he do it?" she mumbled, her words contorted by pain.
He'd said it was because of their daughter, Debbie. What did he mean by that exactly? Anne wondered. Did he want to fuck their daughter? That was ridiculous! But then, Debbie was an attractive girl, Dave had remarked on that enough himself. Was that what he meant? Anne wondered. Did he really want to fuck his own child?
"Oh, godddd, godddd!" Anne moaned, rivers of tears rolling down along her cheeks and into her hair. "Don't let this be happening, don't let this be real."
Feeling very alone, Anne wrapped her arms around her chest and hugged herself tightly. She rolled over onto her side and pulled up her legs, tucking herself into a fetal position. She was suddenly cold and she shimmied her thighs together, trying to make herself warm. Her hands ran up and down her sides, bringing what warming friction they could.
Again Anne found herself staring at a yellow spot on the sheet. Her tears had fallen upon it and made it damp again. With one trembling finger Anne reached out and touched it. Then she brought that finger to her lips. A slightly salty, cummy flavor came from it and she put the finger back out and rubbed the spot harder. This time the flavor was more as it had been when she had taken the cum directly from her husband's prick.
The taste made Anne recall all they had done the night before and she forced herself not to try and guess when they might do something like that again. Dave had said that he would be back and she believed him. She hoped that it would be soon, but she wouldn't let herself even speculate on what she would do it it was not. Dave loved her and he would come back to her, she was sure and that was that.
She shuffled herself around so that her face was right over the cum spot and then she began to lick at it, working it like a dog at his dish. Her saliva reconstituted her husband's jizz and Anne lapped at the spot, sucking up as much of Dave's essence as she could.
She lay flat on her belly, her tits pillowed under her chin as she worked. When that spot had lost its flavor, she scrambled around on the bed until she found another. As she sucked her husband's juice from the white fabric, she growled and grunted with urgency, making all the noises and effort she would have made had she actually been giving Dave head.
While she leached out the juices, her ass began to hump down at the bed, her pussy growing juicy. Anne was lost in an imaginary world, one where her husband still existed, one where he still shared her bed and fucked her. She humped down hard, slamming her clit against the mattress, her teeth chewing at the circle of Dave's dried jizz to grind out every last tidbit of flavor.
Anne wiggled one hand down beneath her body as she worked over a new spot. Her fingers left a trail of fire down her front and when they at last touched the wet tangle of her red cunt-fur, Anne sighed, pulling against the sheet with her teeth.
"Ohhhhh, Dave, ohhh, Dave," she growled, as if her words would make him appear there beneath her.
But Dave did not come and Anne was alone with only her fingers and the taste and scent of him. Mindlessly her fingers clawed at her cunt, opening up her pussy-hole and raking the tender inner meat. But Anne didn't mind the pain, didn't feel the pain. All she knew was that she had to do something or she was going to explode with grief and frustration.
She shoved two fingers up inside of herself, her hips humping her cunt-hole forward and back on them. More tears ran from her eyes when she felt the sorry substitute for her husband's prick her own fingers provided. But they were all she had now and she shoved them in deep, making them curl along the inner tunnel of her empty pussy-channel.
On the fingers she twisted and turned, touching the padded inner walls of her cunt and inflating her cunt-channel. She held her cunt tightly around her fingers, hugging them as she would have hugged Dave's prick. She snapped her pussy-muscles around her fingers, feeling what she imagined he would feel while fucking her.
At first she kept her fingers bunched together, making them form one solid fucking unit. But their girth was not enough and she scissored them apart, pushing them against the opposite walls of her pussy and stretching herself as she wished Dave could be there to stretch her.
She kept the fingers still and fucked them with Tier body, her ass humping up and down. Her cunt was very creamy and it slipped up and back over the rigid fingers easily. When she wiggled them around, the fucking cock took on new sensations, sensations not even her husband's straight, rigid prick could give her.
Outside of her cunt-channel, the rest of her hand was crushed between her furry cunt-mound and the soft bed. Anne wiggled around until the knuckle of her thumb touched the button of her clit. Then she gyrated her pussy in a tiny, tiny circles, the hard bone of her knuckle pulverizing the soft tidbit of her clit.
More juices than ever cascaded from inside her cunt and flowed out to coat the fingers fucking her and those curled outside. Wet, scratchy sounds came to Anne's ears as she fucked herself, her pussy becoming a swamp of creamy juices. She pulled the fingers from her pussy and wiped them in her cunt-hair, drying them off only slightly. Then she forced them back up inside of herself.
Her tits, too, were rolled and crushed by the weight of her stunned body. Her nipples were stiff, as they always were when she was aroused, but now they were bent cruelly beneath her, pushed this way and that as she rocked her torso from side to side and up and back, rubbing her front against the bed as she might her lover-husband.
"Fuck me, Dave," she whispered, her eyes closed, her imagination rampant. "Put your fingers in me and fuck me, touch me, kiss me! Do me! Do me!"
The side of her face was against the mattress, her cheek and lips contorted by her rutting motions. A thin line of drool escaped her opened mouth, but Anne didn't notice it. Her concentration was taken up with the sexual parts of her body.
The way her nipples were scratched and tugged seemed to send bolts of excitement directly down to the open hole of her cunt. More juices rolled out to coat her fingers and Anne slipped them around inside of her cunt, adding another finger to her pseudo cock. She again spread the three fingers apart deep inside of herself and, just for an instant, she forgot that she wasn't with a real man.
"Oh yeahhhh, oh, honey, fuck me," she sighed, her hips rotating, her ass up in the air.
She spread her legs wide apart, bringing a rush of cool air to the heated spot of her sweaty, juicy pussy. Anne felt the panting lips of her cunt curl inward with the sudden change in temperature and her clit quivered, standing out straighter and taller than ever. All the wetness that had collected at her crotch was suddenly chilled and Anne sighed with the erotic sensation of it.
"Ummmm," she moaned, her legs scissoring open and shut, creating a breeze and cooling her hot cunt even further. "Ummmm, yeahhhh."
Her legs open, she humped at the mattress with more vigor. The mouth of her pussy was stretched wide, the lips taut. But inside, her fingers were clutched together tightly and Anne held them at just the right angle, making them available for her cunt to fuck down onto. She formed them into a little wedge and her pussy took them time and again.
Anne shifted the position of her fucking hand so that her clit was smashed against the open palm each time herccrotch slammed down on her fucking fingers. The sensations were not as concentrated as they had been when her'clit had been ground with the hard knuckle of her thumb but Anne welcomed the change. Now her clitty felt caressed and warmed, not smashed and tortured, and a new kind of excitement filled her cunt. She rolled her lifted ass around in tight circles, stirring her cunt around the available fingers.
She pulled back, taking just the tips of her fingers, not unlike the way she had taken only the tip of her husband's cock the night before.
Oh, Dave, Dave, she cried to herself, Dave, Dave ...
How could she face the fact that her husband had left the house because he couldn't stand the temptation of their teenaged daughter? Incest, Anne had never thought much of it before. But now she knew just what a trauma it was. Incest . . . her husband fucking their daughter . . . incest... parents with their children . . . incest . . .her own son . . . Keith . . . Keith ...
"No! No!" she cried aloud, rolling over onto her back and staring at the ceiling for a moment. How could she have even had such a thought?
Gradually her fingers moved back to her body, again touching her in all the right places. One hand went to the wet crush of her thighs, the other to the pointed mounds of her tits. Each hand rubbing in soft, languid circles, Anne soothed away her own ugly thoughts and again fell into the deep pool of self-induced satisfaction.
The hand at her tits pulled on one nip and then the other, stretching them out long. She cupped one for a moment and brought it up to her own lips, suckling on it as her children had when they were babies.
Keith . . . Keith . . .
Anne released her tit and tossed her head from side to side violently, shaking the evil thought from it. Then she concentrated on the hand that was clamped between her legs. She spread her thighs, giving it more room to work, and turned all her thoughts to the pleasure it was bringing her there.
She bent her knees and brought her feet back against the clutching cheeks of her ass. Then, using the same three fingers as before, she again began to fuck herself, this time pistoning her hand back and forth, filling and unfilling the void of her drooling pussy-hole.
Slick, sloppy sounds echoed off the walls as Anne finger-fucked away her loneliness and desperation. Her thoughts ricocheted from her husband to her son and she fucked herself harder, trying to rid her mind of both men. Neither, she felt, could do her any good now.
"Do me! Do me!" she said softly but firmly, begging her own fingers to get her off.
Again she attacked her tits while her other hand worked her pussy. This time instead of dragging her nipples out, her fingers crushed them down, forcing them far back up inside of the pliant meat of her tits. She did one and then the other, the spikes popping back up harder and longer than ever the second she let them go.
With her thumb on one nip and her other fingers stretched to capture its twin, she drew them together, pulling them both inward. Her nipples easily touched and she forced them against each other, sending an electrical current through her body not unlike when two battery poles are connected. Anne jumped, her cunt clutching down on the fingers that filled it.
"Oh!" she gasped, the beginning of her orgasm at last fluttering somewhere deep inside of her.
As if she could actually reach inside of herself and take hold of her climax, Anne shoved her fingers in deeper than ever. Her cunt arched up, making itself available to her and it bobbed up and down, lifted off the mattress to make her fucking as easy and complete as possible. The fingers were inside of her clear to the roots and she rammed the knuckles of her hand against the mouth of her cunt, wishing she could shove even that up inside herself.
Again she turned the hard shaft of her thumb loose on the tender meat of her clit. Her clit was very sensitive now that her orgasm was drawing near and the sensations her thumb brought from it screamed up into Anne's brain and back down again in an instant, setting her body on fire with lust.
"Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she whimpered, her back arching sharply, her body bent into a bridge. "Yeaaahhhh!"
She howled out her release, never thinking that someone, perhaps even her children, might hear. Nothing mattered now except this climax and the peace it would bring her and so she did not hold back. Her emotions flowed from her spasming cunt up through her trembling body and out her opened mouth.
As Anne jerked and shuddered with her climax, her eyes opened and she looked down at herself. Her tits were sloped to either side of her chest and her belly looked distended with the size of her open cunt-channel beneath it. Her red-haired cunt was well up into the air, her bent knees holding it aloft. She watched her lower body jerk involuntarily and the sight excited her. As she came, all her troubles were forgotten and all that mattered was the magic moment of orgasm.
But then the spasms faded and Anne's body shrank back down flat on the bed. She stretched her arms and legs out wide, making herself into a big X on the large, empty bed. Her eyes and her mind were vacant except for one thought and picture.
Incest...
Dave with Debbie ...
Debbie with Dave . . .
And Keith . . .
Chapter Three
The weeks went by and Anne got no news from her husband. She checked with his boss and he told her that Dave had taken a personal leave of absence and seemed concerned and surprised that she knew nothing of it. Rather than try to explain, Anne had simply hung up. She certainly couldn't tell the man that her husband had left her because he wanted to fuck their daughter!
She called all of Dave's friends and none of them seemed to know where he was. Few pressed her for any sort of explanation and those who did got a mumbled reply about some sort of domestic misunderstanding. Not even Dave's family seemed to have a clue where he might be.
And so, Anne was forced to get used to being alone. As he had promised, Dave made sure there was always enough money in the bank for them to live on and so Anne's only problems were those in her own mind and heart.
The kids had been great to keep in line and help Anne when things got rough. The three of them often spent their weekends together, going to the park or the beach or a movie. When Dave had been home, they had never done too many things as a family, but now that they were without him, they needed each other more than ever before.
Of course, Anne had told no one exactly why Dave had gone away and she carried that terrible secret around with her night and day. knowing how her husband felt, she found herself watching Debbie more closely now, noticing that her daughter was indeed desirable in a sexual way. Debbie was small and dark, like her father, but she had inherited her mother's voluptuous figure, only in a petite size. Her dark hair shone and it danced around her face, the edges brushing her cheek bones, the off-center part giving the girl a childish look. Anne didn't even like to wonder if her daughter was still a virgin.
Anne noticed her son more than ever now, too. Keith was the older of the two children and in his father's sudden absence he had stepped right in and become the man of the house. Now he was always there to help, whether it was with the car or the trash or just opening a sticky jar lid. Yes, Anne sighed, she was lucky to have Keith around.
As had become her habit, Anne waited at the kitchen table for the kids to come home from school each day. Before Dave left, she'd never worried so much about their comings and goings but now she did and they seemed to understand. Time was heavy on her hands and she'd even taken a part-time job at a book store to make the days go by a little easier. Dave had never wanted her to work but with him not around she'd made her own decision. She liked the other women at the store and it filled her mornings and made her feel useful.
"Hi, Mom," Keith called as he opened the back screen and came into the kitchen.
"Hi honey, where's your sister?" Anne replied, smiling at her son.
"Oh yeah, Debbie said to tell you she went over to Kathy's. She'll be home in time for supper."
"How was your day at school?"
"Ah, the same," he said, rummaging around in the refrigerator. "How 'bout you? How was work?" He found an apple and leaned against the counter to eat it.
"Very nice, thank you. I like working there very much. Your father would never allow it... "
She'd mentioned Dave without even realizing it and as soon as she did she felt terrible. Her sentence trailed off and Keith watched her face crumble. The boy just couldn't understand how his father could have done such a thing as to just up and go. Right then he hated him for it.
Keith found his mother a very desirable woman. She was fun to be with and very understanding and, although he knew he shouldn't think it, he also found her very sexy. To see her hurting this way was very hard for the boy.
"Ahhh, Mom," he said, kneeling beside her chair and putting his arms around her in a big hug. "Don't worry, we're gonna get along here just fine, just the three of us. Shhhh, don't cry."
But Anne couldn't help but cry. She leaned her face against his shoulder and melted into the strength of his arMs. She nuzzled into his soft flannel shirt, taking in the scent and feel of him. Her son had certainly become a man, a very good man, she hoped.
To have his mother in his arms like this quickly took its toll on Keith. Even though he tried to remind himself that she was his mother and that he shouldn't feel this way about her, he couldn't seem to help himself. The nearness of her made his cock hard and he couldn't help kissing the top of her head.
Anne took that innocent kiss gladly and snuggled against her son tighter. When Keith kissed her hair again and again, she sighed, glad for any sort of affection. It had been a long time since that last wild fuck with Dave and her body craved some sort of attention.
When his mother did not resist or pull away, Keith got bolder. He kissed down the side of her face, his arms caressed her sides, his hands running up and down her back. When he reached her lips, he pulled back slightly and he and his mother looked at each other, as if seeing one another for the first time. Then they kissed, their lips pressed together in a way that was different from any other kiss they had ever shared.
Keith's mouth was soft and wet, Anne's hard and dry. But when he slipped his tongue between their mouths and wet Anne's lips, she let him. Then their mouths slid together easily, urgently, hungrily.
Anne had thought so much about incest these past few weeks that when it actually began to happen she thought next to nothing about it. Her husband had prepared her for this, her husband had opened her mind to such a strange and unthought of thing. Her husband was to blame for whatever happened next.
Keith pulled his mother from her chair and they rolled together on the clean kitchen floor, their arms wrapped around each other and their lips locked together. The boy was stunned at how his mother had simply given in to him. It was the answer to all his wet dreams and he hugged his mother close, never wanting to let her go.
"Oh honey," Anne gasped when they broke their kiss and Keith again looked into her eyes for a sign of what to do.
What she really wanted, Anne didn't trust herself to even say. But she gently put her hand on the top of her son's head and forced his face down toward her aching tits.
Keith kissed downward until he ran out of skin. Then, suddenly, his mother's hand was there, opening her blouse, undoing the buttons so that he could move down, his lips touching places he had never dreamed he would ever know.
Anne arched her head back, thrusting her tits up to her son. Cautiously Keith's hand followed his mouth and he cupped her tits in the cover of her heavy bra. She felt the warmth of his touch even through the sturdy fabric and she guided his fingers to the clasp between the heavy cups.
"Oh Mom!" Keith gasped as he tits poured forth. "You're beautiful!"
"So are you, darling," she said, stroking the side of his face for a moment, looking deep into his young, innocent eyes. "So are you."
Then again she urged his head down and his mouth took hold of one spiked nipple. He pulled it in between his teeth and nipped at it, making Anne yelp. Then he sucked in, nearly drowning himself in the succulent meat of her titties. Anne basked under her son's ministrations.
She loved it, she wanted more, wanted it all. Incest was no longer bad to her. Now it was wonderful, beautiful and it was happening between her and her handsome son.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked her tits. Then her hand traveled down to the buttons on his shirt and she opened them handily. Her fingers then ran as far down his smooth, muscular chest as they could, tickling his nips and nearly reaching to the top of his jeans. She reached for his prick but her fingers couldn't quite make it. Still, the closer she got, the more heat poured from her son's body.
Keith trembled with excitement. His mother was reaching for his fly. He curled his body around hers, keeping his mouth fixed to her fleshy tits, but bringing his crotch to within her reach.
"Do you want me to?" Anne asked breathlessly, not sure what she would do now if her son said no.
But Keith would not have dreamt of saying no. "Please, Mom," he croaked, "take it out, please."
Carefully so as not to hurt him, Anne slowly opened his zipper. His cock was very hard now and even with his zipper and fly button open she had to wrestle his hard-on from the tangle of his shorts. But as soon as her fingers touched the hard, slippery shaft of Keith's prick, the boy was ready to blow.
"I'm gonna come, Mom!" he gasped, panicked, terrified of how his mother might react.
But anne was so horny herself now that she reacted by instinct. She pulled away from her son's gripping fingers and sucking mouth and put her lips around the head of his prick just an instant before the first blast of his jizz shot out.
"Maaaaa!" Keith brayed, his hip bucking, forcing his prick deeper down his mother's throat. "God, Mom, ahhhhhh!"
Noisily, Anne slurped down his load as if she had been dying for liquid. Her throat worked and she took down the creamy jets just as fast as they shot from the tip of her son's cock. The first few went down so quickly that she didn't even taste them. But as Keith's load began to slow, she held the final blasts in her mouth to savor their youthful flavor.
"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was gonna do that, oh Mom ... "
"Shhhhhh," Anne said, blowing her words against the tip of his slightly softened prick. "Let's get you hard again just as soon as we can."
"Really?" Keith gasped, looking down, seeing his mother's lips around the head of his prick.
"Really," Anne said, looking up at his and giving him a sticky smile.
She then turned back to his prick, licking all the remnants of his come from its knob. Then she worked her tongue up under the flange, tickling the sensitive places there. Then she drew back and popped the whole tip of his prick into her mouth, sucking it in and dancing her tongue around its taut head.
Keith sighed and stretched out on his back, letting his mother bring his prick back to complete rigidity. It was all so crazy that this was happening that the boy didn't dwell on it. He'd try to figure it all out later. For now he was just going to enjoy himself.
"All right," Anne said after a time, her red lips smacking together as she pulled them away from his prick-knob. "You're ready."
"Oh Mom," Keith moaned, rolling over on the hard floor to face her. "That was so nice."
"You don't think we're finished, do you?"
Anne laughed, her naked tits jiggling. "Come over here!"
She held out her arms and Keith fell into her embrace again. Now as they kissed, he felt her hard nipples against his own naked chest. Then-tongues dueled and their spit was shared as if it were the most expensive wine.
"Oh, baby, move up," Anne panted, her hands on her son's hips, trying to move him forward. "Go up! Go up!"
Keith didn't understand, but he scrambled forward, his legs kicking and propelling him. He was about to ask what she wanted when he felt the warm, smooth skin of her tits caressing either side of his newest hard-on.
"That's it," Anne said, squeezing her tits together around his prick-shaft. "Oh, yeah, do me that way, honey! Do me."
Anne had wanted to fuck her son, but her morals just wouldn't stretch that far just yet. Still, she knew she just had to feel his cock somewhere special on her body so she decided that tit-fucking would be a good start. It wasn't fucking exactly, but now, as Keith began to draw his prick along the tunnel between her titties, she knew that it was close enough to bring her plenty of enjoyment.
Keith held himself up on his straightened arms, doing a sort of push-up over his mother. He'd fucked a few girls before but he'd never done anything like'this! Ahhh, his mom's tits felt great around his cock and he put his knees down just under her armpits, rocking forward to fuck her plush tit-flesh.
Anne pushed her tits together so that they cushioned his moving cock. Pre-cum dribbled from the opened tip of his prick, wetting down her tits and making his fucking smooth and easy. Anne felt good and sexy and she watched eagerly as his cock-head appeared from between her titties and stared her right in the face.
"You okay?" she gasped, touching his slightly hairy balls with her fingertips as she massaged her tits.
"Fuck yeah!" Keith gasped. "Ooops, sorry, Mom."
Anne laughed loudly. "It doesn't matter much about that kind of language now, does it? If you can do it, you certainly might as well say it."
They laughed together for a moment, but then Keith had to stop for fear he would come again too soon. His mom scratched at the backs of his balls with her nails and rolled her tits around his cock. Keith shimmied his jeans down just a bit more to give him some more fucking room. He leaned over his mother's face, trying to keep his weight off of her as he sent his prick back and forth in the cushiony tunnel of her tit-meat.
Each time she saw his cock burst through and rocket toward her face, Anne wished that Keith would come so she could bask in his sticky jizz. Her cunt was hot and wet, but she could not convince herself to take her son's prick there just now so she wanted to be a sexy as she could without actually fucking him. To her that meant taking his cream right between the eyes.
Both her hands mauled and pressed her heated tit-meat against her son's prick. She could see that his arms were trembling and she could hear his breathing growing loud and erratic. She pressed in tighter, holding his prick in her musky grip, urging him to come.
Keith leaned forward more, the tip of his prick now fucking completely free of his mother's tits. Anne leaned forward, too, and surprised the boy by lapping at the knob of his cock.
"Shit!" he grunted. "Watch it or I'll come again, Mom."
"I'm counting on it,' Anne replied huskily, licking at his dripping prick-tip each time it came close to her eager face.
Keith rolled his eyes and counted backwards from one-hundred. His mother's tits and mouth had him on the verge of coming again, and, despite what she'd said, he wanted to hold out just a little longer. Fucking her this way felt so good he just wasn't ready to let it end.
He slid his prick back and forth, his juices and her sweat having lubed the way nicely. Each time her lips grazed the flared knob of his prick, he thought his blood was going to boil over and come pouring out of his ears. To be doing this with his own mother was unreal!
Anne varied the pressure of her tits against his cock. Sometimes she held him very firmly, others she let her tits loll apart, giving him more room to fuck her quickly. She forced her face even more toward the tip of his prick and oval-ed her lips, giving his cock a target to aim for.
Although he couldn't see just where he was fucking, Keith managed to hit the hole of her lips with nearly every fuck-stroke. Anne kissed his prick-tip again and again and when she realized that those kisses were coming closer and closer together, she was sure that her boy was about to blow.
"Maaaaaa!" he crowed again. "Ahhhhh, Mom, ohhhhhh!"
Anne thought her neck would break as she jammed her head forward, taking in the spurting tip of her son's cock. This time his juices did not shoot out in shuch an incredible torrent but the woman was satisfied with the velocity and amount of his load just the same. She let it fill her moth until her cheeks puffed out with it and then she took it all down in one big, loud gulp.
When he was finished, Keith pulled his sensitive prick from her grip and lay on the floor next to her, panting. Anne had almost gathered up her nerve enough to fuck him. Her pussy was boiling and she needed something hard inside it to cool it down. But, before she had a chance to even caress his prick, they both heard a car stopping in front of the house and then Debbie's voice sang out.
"Bye Mrs. Moe! Thanks for the ride. See you at school tomorrow, Kathy!"
"Debbie's home!" Anne gasped, jumping to her feet. "Get up, quick!"
Equally alarmed, Keith scrambled up, jerking his jeans and shorts back into place. The frightened look in his eyes softened Anne's fear and she gave him a quick hug and she finished buttoning her blouse.
"Thanks, honey," she said. "And don't worry. If you're gonna do all the hard work of taking your f-f-father's place around here, you can bet you're gonna get some of the good stuff, too!"
"Really, Mom? Can we do this some more?"
"Hi, guys, what's to eat?" Debbie exclaimed as she crashed in through the kitchen door.
"We'll talk about it later, Keith," his mother said with a smile as her daughter hurried over and gave Anne a peck on the cheek.
Chapter Four
Anne soon made good on her promise to give Keith some of the good things that came with the responsibility of being the man of the house. The first time they fucked it was a bit awkward. But after they both accepted what they were doing and who they were doing it with, they settled down to some very happy times together. For Anne, fucking her son was the closest thing to fucking her husband as she could think of. For Keith, fucking his mother was just this side of heaven.
Still, they had to be careful about their meetings and constantly reminded themselves to be careful of Debbie. Neither wanted the girl to be involved, Keith because he wasn't sure his sister would be able to handle it, Anne because she didn't want to share her son's wonderful prick. She'd already lost one cock because'of her luscious teenaged daughter and she wasn't anxious to risk losing another.
Whenever they could be sure not to be interrupted, Anrie and Keith took full advantage of the situation. They hoped to find a little time for themselves this very weekend. As they worked in the kitchen getting dinner, they found it hard to keep their hands off each other. But, while Debbie wasn't home, they expected her to walk in the back door at any moment and they didn't want her to find them doing something inappropriate.
"Stop it!" Anne squealed, slapping back at her son as he grabbed the cheeks of her ass. "Debbie might see!"
"Stop it, Debbie might see," Keith said in a high-pitched voice, mocking his mother and mauling her ass all the more. "Fuck Debbie ... no, better yet, fuck you!"
"Keith!" Anne exclaimed, then burst into laughter. "I tell you ... "
Her words were cut off by the ringing of the telephone. When she answered it, she found it was her daughter, asking if she could spend the night with a friend. Anne tried not to sound too eager as she told Debbie yes and then slammed the phone down and laughed loudly at her son.
"We're alone! We're alone!" she bellowed. "Debbie won't be home until morning so we have the whole night to ourselves!"
"Yeah!" Keith crowed, tossing off his apron and taking his mother into his arms and backing her up against the counter for a tight embrace. "Let's forget dinner. I have a better meal in mind for you."
"Really? What?" Anne asked with pretended innocence.
Her son took her hand and placed it on the bulging front of his jeans. "I'll give you a hint," he said. "It's warm and big and hard, kind of like a salami ... only better!"
"Mmmmmmm," Anne moaned, pushing against Keith's growing hard-on. "That sounds just like what I'm hungry for."
"Well come on then," he said, pulling her out of the kitchen. "The one I have for you is upstairs in your bedroom."
Anne laughed gayly as her son led her to her room. Fucking Keith had softened the lines that had begun to form on her face since her husband left her and made her seem young again. Keith was good for her and Anne didn't regret fucking him in the least. In fact, she sometimes wondered what would have become of her if she hadn't discovered fucking her son.
Giggling and squealing, Keith and Anne tumbled onto her big bed. They each took off their own clothes as quickly as they could. Because he wore less, Keith was naked first and he watched eagerly as his mother skimmed off her panties, exposing her red thatch of cunt-hair, and then popped open the front clasp of her heavy bra.
"Oh man," he sighed, cupping her tits and rolling over on top of Anne on the bed. "Dad is a foooooool to leave this alone for so long."
At the mention of Dave, Anne flinched. It still hurt her a lot that they hadn't heard a word from him. At times she was tempted to tell Keith just why his father had gone away. It would have helped her to share that awful secret. But still, although she was fucking her son, she didn't feel ready to confide something so important in him just yet.
"Kiss me, honey," Anne panted, bringing her son's face down to hers and planting her lips square on his, her tongue flicking out to touch his lips.
Their naked bodies rolled together, first Keith landing on top and then Anne. They kissed noisily and Anne squirmed against her son, her big titties crushed between his body and hers. The boy's arms were wrapped around her back, his fingers leaving thin red marks on her skin as he pawed and stroked her pale flesh.
Anne rolled her hips, making Keith's hard-on rustle in the red muff of her cunt. She liked the way his hard prick felt as it was held between their bodies. She shifted to the right and to the left, feeling Keith's prick harden and begin to drool a thick stream of pre-cum.
"Ummm," she said, reaching down into the tangle of their loins and grasping his prick, "I think this thing is ready, don't you?"
Keith whimpered a yes and Anne bent his prick down toward the waiting hole of her pussy. Before she tucked it up inside of herself, she played with it a bit, stroking it with her fist and smearing the pearly drops of jizz around the open piss-hole. The shaft filled her hand nicely and it made Anne tingle to imagine how far up inside of her body her son's cock would soon be reaching. Then, eager to feel his rigid girth inside of her, she levered his cock downward and kissed its tip with the warm, hairy lips of her waiting cunt.
"Mommm," Keith sighed, his hips automatically jerking to try to shove his eager cock right up into her.
Anne inched herself forward a bit, lining up the straight channel of her cunt with the straight shaft of his prick. Then she let go of his prick and Keith bucked his hips, sending his cock right into the groove of her available cunt.
They both grunted with the first penetration and then sighed. Anne held still for a moment, getting used to having something so big and hard up inside of her. As usual it felt very good and before long her cunt had adjusted to it, feeling as if her son's cock belonged nowhere other than up inside of her cunt-channel.
Crouching over her son's midsection, Anne sat up, taking his prick with her. She straightened up slowly, making Keith squirm as his prick was shifted around in her now-vertical cunt-channel. Then, when she was completely on his erect prick, she grinned down at her prone boy, licking her lips lewdly.
"You like it this way?" she said sexily, her beauty taking the teenager's breath away. "Huh?"
She snapped the walls of her cunt around Keith's prick and he squeaked out a yes. Anne laughed, amused that her son had become so docile now that she had his cock inside of her. Slowly she lifted herself up off of his crotch, watching his ecstatic expression. Her cunt held tightly to his prick-shaft but, as Anne raised up, her son's cock slowly emerged from the oven of her body.
Keith looked down to see his prick coming out of his mother's cunt. It made him think of what it must have been like to be bora. His cock jumped at that thought and he imagined all of his body instead of just his prick coming out of his mother's hairy, creamy cunt.
When just the tip of his prick remained held by the grasp of her cunt-lips, Anne held herself still. She stared down at Keith and saw that his eyes were glued to the point where his cock came from her cunt. It made her feel sexy to know that her own son was looking at her most intimate place. Then, with an evil grin, Anne slammed her cunt all the way back down his prick, taking his startled prick clear to the balls in one savage fuck-stroke.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Keith cried, his eyes flashing up to his mother's flushed face.
After such a brutal attack, the boy could no longer be still. Now he fucked back at his mother vigorously, slamming his hips up to meet her falling crotch. His cock butted against the end of her cunt-channel and her tits were tossed like waves on a stormy sea from the impact of their crashing bodies. Like a machine gone mad they fucked each other, banging and bashing together with great speed and urgency.
Anne bent and unbent her knees, lifting and squatting over Keith's prick. Sometimes she pulled back so even when her son arched his back and brought his prick as high up in the air as he could it still didn't reach the lips of her cunt. Other times she sat heavily on her son's loins, making him grunt and pant to even move her heavy body up and down his prick-shaft.
Keith reached up and pawed his mother's tits, pulling each of them out long with his greedy fingers. His palms were flat against her nips and his fingers spread out as far as they could reach, still barely spanning the globes of her giant tits. He let his nails bite into her tender tit-meat and the wonderful discomfort spurred Anne on to fuck him harder and faster than ever before.
"You like it?" she panted, her body slamming back down on his. "Huh?"
"Yeah," Keith panted, his jaw set. "I like it. Do you?"
His words were practically fucked out of him and Anne could only nod tightly in response. She didn't really want to waste time or energy talking ... she wanted to fuck!
As well as moving up and down his prick, Anne also rocked her luscious body forward and back. When she leaned toward her son, her tits brushed his lips and her clit was wonderfully crushed between their pelvises. When she leaned back, Keith strained to see as much as he could of her pink clit and the open slit of her red-furred cunt. To see the way his cock was pinched by the mouth of her clutching cunt-hole made the cream rumble in his balls.
When Anne pressed herself down on the button of her clit, she saw sparks behind her eyelids. Her son's prick was still hard and filling her cunt as she rocked to and fro, heating up her clitty and straining to make herself come. She knew that Keith could last a long time if he wanted to these days and so she went about pleasuring herself first, knowing from experience that her generous son wouldn't mind.
She gave a little twist of her hips each time her clit was smashed flat. That little flourish made her mind scream with approaching joy. Her swirling hips worked faster, picking up speed and strength as her orgasm gathered in her gut.
"Fuck it out, Mom!" Keith grunted, keeping his prick moving in her cunt while she got off. "Yeah! Do it!"
Anne panted, sweat glistening on her fine, white skin. Keith gripped the freckled cheeks of her ass and helped her to move. They worked her ass in circles around his embedded prick and ground her clit against his groin. As he watched his mother getting closer and closer to coming, Keith swore he could feel her joy and passion in his own veins.
"Go for it, Mom!" he panted. "Fuck it on out!"
Anne leaned flat against her son's chest, her tits two sweaty blobs against his skin. She writhed against him, frictioning every inch of the front of her body, from her neck to her clit, against her son.
Her ass rolled around in circles, with Keith's sturdy fingers staying with it and pressing it down tighter than ever. The boy could feel her cunt tightening up around his prick-shaft and he knew his mother was getting ready to blow.
"Yeah! Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!" Anne suddenly bellowed, her smashed clit finally igniting and blasting her off into a world where only ecstasy existed.
Both she and her son sighed and tossed with happiness as Anne came. Her come shook them both, making their united bodies tremble. Keith held her ass and felt the way it jerked and clutched, realizing that the same sort of motions were taking place on the inside as well as on the outside of his mother's climaxing body.
For several seconds Anne flopped around, her sweaty tits slapping at Keith's chest noisily. Then, gradually, her orgasm finished and she remembered that she was not alone in this fuck.
"Thanks, honey," she sighed, sitting up straight on Keith's ever-rigid prick. "Now for you!"
"Yeah!" Keith crowed. "Now it's my turn!"
With her cunt narrower than ever, Anne began to fuck up and down, slipping her taut cunt-channel from the root to the tip of Keith's hard-on. Keith took up his previous fuck-pace too, helping his mother fill and unfill her cunt-cavern with his aching cock-meat.
Anne's whole body tingled from her come and she felt alive and wonderful. She shook back the long strands of her red hair, smiling down at her son. But now Keith did not smile back. His face was a grimace of near pain as he worked toward orgasm with all his strength.
With her cunt pistoning up and down, Anne reached back behind herself and took hold of her son's balls. The big nuts were heavy with lust and she rolled them around, smashing them together and then jiggling them individually. She teased them, urging them to fill her cunt with their precious cargo.
Keith breathed heavily, his nostrils flared open wide. The smell of his mother's cunt seemed to be all around him and he felt like he was fucking in a haze of it. His opened nose took in great gusts of the delicious fragrance and he fucked up into her pussy harder, wanting to add the scent of his jizz to the sexual aromas already wafting through his parents' bedroom.
For an instant, Keith's mind flashed to his father. The boy imagined all the times his parents had fucked in this very bed, in perhaps this very position. The boy still didn't under- stand why his father had just suddenly vanished. In the beginning he had been angry at Dave. But now that he had started fucking Anne, Keith thanked God every day that his father did not return. He never wanted to stop fucking his mother, never, never, never!
"Oh, yeah," the boy sighed as his mother's soft fingers toyed with his heated nuts, her nails scratching and pulling on them sexily.
The shaft of Keith's prick was bathed in his own and his mother's creamy fucking juices. Anne's pussy was soft and warm on the inside and by now it was steamy and swampy with their heavy lubes. Keith rolled his hips, stirring his prick around inside of her, stretching the walls of her cunt out of shape and making her coo and wiggle.
"Oh my baby," Anne moaned. "Fuck me!"
Keith was doing his best. His hands slid all over her body, knowing that not an inch of her flesh was off-limits to him. He pulled and rolled her tits, then squeezed the cheeks of her ass, jerking them apart and scratching at her asshole. Then he rubbed up and down the insides of her thighs, feeling the taut, strong muscles there. Next, his fingers wandered up into the wet curls of her cunt.
When the sides of his hands touched the hairy outer lips of her fucking cunt, Anne jumped, the interior of her cunt snapping down harder and tighter than ever around the prick inside of it. That sudden increase in pussy pressure was the final straw for Keith. He bucked his hips upward, rocking and rolling with the force of his come.
"Mmmmmaaaa! Oh! Oh! Mama! Ohhhh!" the boy cried out, his face twisted with the power of his release.
Anne gripped him with her knees and with the walls of her cunt. She could feel the warmth of his load as it filled her pussy-chamber and then radiated out to heat up her entire body. She rolled her hips lazily, her motions even and smooth compared to the herky-jerky spasms her own son was going through.
Her milking, rotating hips worked out every drop of cream Keith had to give. He felt like his whole body might deflate after his mother was finished fucking him. She took all that he had to give ... and gave him back so much more in return.
At last, when he finished doing the dance of orgasm, Keith pulled his mother down on top of him. Anne stretched out with him, her body right on top of his, their faces very close on the pillow, their mouths nearly touching. His prick was soft but it stayed tucked up inside of his mother's happy cunt.
For a while they were silent, listening to each other's breathing. Anne thought her son was asleep and she was almost there herself when Keith startled her by speaking, "Mom," he said softly, his breath warm against her dry lips, "why did dad leave?"
Anne gasped slightly at the bold question. Her mind tossed. Should she tell him?
"Did he just get tired of us or something?"
"No," Anne answered quickly, not wanting her son to blame himself for his father's leaving. "He-he-he was afraid."
"Afraid?" Keith said, pulling his face back and looking at his mother with troubled eyes. "What do you mean?"
Anne hesitated a moment more. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing or not, but the serious expression her son wore convinced her she had to say something. And, looking into Keith's young face, she knew she just couldn't lie to him. So, with a heavy sigh and the hope of doing right by her son, she told him everything.
Chapter Five
Dave had been gone nearly six months the night that Debbie got up suddenly to go to the bathroom. She wrapped her arms around her slender body as she hurried down the hall, her pink baby doll offering little warmth against the cold night. Really the girl was barely awake. All she knew was that she had to pee and instinct led her toward the bathroom.
She tinkled, the sound loud in the dark house. As she sat on the cool stool, her mind cleared a bit. By the time she got up to go back to her room, she was alert enough to hear strange noises coming from her mother's bedroom. The girl stopped and listened. It sounded like something terrible was happening in there!
Alarmed, thinking that her mother might be in trouble, Debbie knocked quietly on her brother's door. She whispered his name and when he didn't answer she pushed the door open, ready to make Keith go with her to see if their mother was all right. But, much to Debbie's surprise, her brother's bed was empty. The covers hadn't even been turned down!
More afraid than ever, the little brunette gathered up all of her courage. She tried not to let her imagination run away with her. No burglar would have stolen her brother or be killing her mother, no that just couldn't be, it couldn't be . . .
Trembling, Debbie tip-toed to her mother's door. The groaning, sobbing sounds were louder than ever. Tears of fear standing in her dark eyes, Debbie silently turned the knob and opened the door just a crack, very afraid of what she might soon see.
But even her own vivid imagination had not prepared her for the sight that now met her eyes.
The room was filled with light and there, on the bed, were her mother and brother, both naked, fucking each other like crazy.
For a second Debbie just stared, her stomach doing flips. Then she quietly closed the door and went back to bed, tossing and turning restlessly until dawn.
The next afternoon when Debbie and Keith got home from school they found a note from their mother saying that one of the other women from the book store had called in sick and they needed her to work until the store closed at nine o'clock. Anne left them instructions on how to heat up the casserole she'd made and signed the note: Love Mom, XXX OOO.
"Oh well," said Keith, grabbing a Coke from the fridge and flopping down in front of the TV. "Call me when dinner's ready."
Debbie remained in the kitchen, glaring at her brother's back. All day long she'd been thinking about what she'd seen her mother and brother doing the night before. She resented the way Keith was trying to take her father's place and now she resented the way he treated her like she was his slave. He obviously expected her to just make dinner for him, as if he owned her!
The girl's blood boiled. So now that Keith was fucking mom he thought that he was Mr. Hot Shit. Now that he was sleeping in mom's bed he felt like he owned the world. The more Debbie thought about it, the hotter under the collar she got. Angrily she stormed into the living room.
"You can just fix your own stupid dinner!" she ranted at her brother's back. "You're not the king around here!"
"Mom says I'm the man of the house," Keith replied calmly.
"And I say you're not! Dad is the only man around this house, not some stupid jerk who thinks he's something special when he's not!"
"Well dad's not here," Keith replied, his voice never rising.
"And I bet you like it that way, don't you?" his sister sassed.
"What do you mean by that?" Keith said, finally turning from the television and facing his sister.
"Oh, you're just an animal!" Debbie sobbed, slapping the back of Keith's chair with one frustrated hand.
Her brother jumped to his feet, his anger and guilt level rising. He grabbed his sister by the arm and held her tightly.
"I asked you what you meant, bitch!"
"Oh!" Debbie cried out. "Stop it!"
Her brother gripped her harder. "What did you mean?" he asked from between gritted teeth.
Debbie sobbed louder. "I-I-I saw you two. I saw you and mom together, last night, in her room. God, Keith, I saw what you were doing with her!"
For an instant Debbie felt her brother weaken. Then Keith got control of himself again and he gripped her other arm, holding her out in front of him, his fingers nearly bruising the soft flesh of her thin arms.
"God, how could you do it?" Debbie asked, her arms hurting. "What if dad finds out?"
"He won't find out," Keith said shortly, anger rising at his sister. "He won't find out!"
"But what about when he comes back? He said he was coming back."
Keith held his sister out at arms' length, his eyes boring into the front of her body. She was a pretty little thing, he had to admit that. Her figure was blossoming just right and her chin- length hair shone in the flickering light from the television. Still, Keith knew that she was the reason for his father's leaving and now, more than ever, he blamed her for everything. How dare she reproach him for fucking their mother when she had driven their father out of the house in the first place?
"You bitch!" Keith spat in her face, shaking her violently. "Dad won't find out. He won't come back. He's gone ... and all because of you, you little cock-tease! He left because of you!"
Debbie's brain rattled from the severe shaking her brother was giving her. She could barely remain standing he was shaking her so violently. What was he talking about? Was he crazy?
"Stop!" Debbie begged. "Stop! Let me go! What are you saying?"
With a brutal shove Keith tossed her away from him and again collapsed in the chair. Debbie landed in a heap near his feet and she stared up at him, her eyes afraid and confused.
"What are you saying?" she asked again. "What do you know about dad?"
For a few moments Keith just stared down at his sister in contempt. He'd promised his mother that he would never tell Debbie why
Dave had gone away. But now she had aggravated him to the point of betraying his mother's trust and Keith resented her more than ever for it.
"Just because you're fucking mom doesn't make you God!" Debbie screamed, beating on her brother's legs. "What's going on?"
The more violent his sister became, the calmer Keith felt. He snickered down at her contorted face now, almost amused by her run-away curiosity. Well, he thought, if she insists . . .
"Dad left here because of you," he said quietly, enjoying the stricken look in his sister's face. "He wanted to fuck you but he was afraid and so he left ... that's it. And now mom is lonely so I am fucking her. Very simple, see?"
Debbie was stunned. She wanted to think her brother was lying ... but she knew he wasn't. She'd been aware of her father's attention, but she would never have guessed it was so intense. She suddenly felt heavy with guilt and she sat back with a deep sigh, the burden of her broken family square on her young shoulders.
Keith looked down between his spread knees at his silent sister. She looked like she'd been hit, her face was so pale and shaken. He felt a sense of satisfaction of having finally laid the blame where it belonged. There was no reason why his beloved mother should suffer so when the fault was really Debbie's.
Looking at her now, Keith really could see what had turned their father on so much. She was so cute. More than ever Keith appreciated his father's taste in women.
"God, I'm so sorry," Debbie finally said softly. "I'll make it up to you and mom, I promise. Here, I'll go get your dinner right away, Keith."
She started to get up, but Keith again took her by the arm, gently this time. He made her sit back down between his feet and then he leaned back in the big chair.
"There's a better way you can make it up to me," he said, looking deep into her eyes. "Know what I mean?"
He massaged the crotch of his pants and Debbie gasped.
"No!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "I can't do that!"
"Still a prick-teaser!" Keith snapped.
The words stung Debbie. Maybe he was right. She didn't mean to be so sexy ... it just happened. But her guilt drove her to feel that she must be doing something so she looked her brother's crotch over, not sure where to begin.
"Okay," she said in a small voice. "How do I start?"
Keith laughed. "Just do what you always do," he said.
Debbie looked up at him, her dark eyes pleading. "I-I never did this before. I never did anything before," she whispered.
"Come on!" Keith hooted. "Don't try and shit me!"
But her expression told him she wasn't just being coy. Now feeling slightly tender, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock, showing it to her proudly. His hand stroked up and down the thick shaft a few times, coaxing more blood into the big head and making it swell up red and angry-looking. Keith pointed it at his sister.
"Kiss it," he said. "Suck my cock ... pretend it's dad's cock."
Timidly, Debbie took hold of his prick, surprised by the weight of it. She wrapped both her hands around the sturdy shaft, liking the feel of its velvety covering of skin. Then she moved her lips toward the head, taking a small sample of his cock-cream on her out-stretched tongue.
To her surprise, Debbie found that she liked the flavor of his prick. She began to lick all around the big knob, driven on by instinct, curiosity and a strong sense of guilt. If she'd done this with her father, they would still have been a family today, that she knew.
"Yeah," Keith sighed, shimmying his jeans down and freeing his balls. "Ohhh, that's nice."
Debbie sucked her. lips in around the knob of his prick, her cheeks deeply puckered. His prick-tip filled her mouth and she ran her tongue around the dripping hole there, sucking out his strange-tasting juice.
She held his prick up and worked up and down the first couple of inches of his prick-shaft, her pointed tongue drawing thin lines down and around and around. After a few minutes his cock lost all taste and Debbie just slurped up her own saliva, spreading it all over her brother's cock-shaft.
His prick jumped around in her grasp and she tightened her grip around its slightly hairy base. Her fingers touched his balls and she jumped. They were so different than the hard, smooth shaft of his prick. She pulled back from Keith's cock and looked at his balls, taking them in. She'd never seen anything like them in her life.
Gently she prodded one with a finger and Keith groaned. Then she cupped them in her hand and squeezed.
"Ouch! Watch it! Take it easy with my nuts!" Keith snapped, pain shooting up to his brain from his abused groin.
"God, I'm sorry!" Debbie gushed, leaning down to kiss his injured nuts. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Her lips nuzzled around his balls, licking and kissing. She worked very gently, Keith's prick-knob sticking up alongside her face near her ear. Some of his drooling pre-cum was wiped off in the dark tresses of her shining hair.
She pulled one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around. It was very soft and Debbie liked the way it felt. She tossed it around with her tongue, poking at the round knot of cream inside of it.
"Ahhhhh," Keith moaned, shifting his ass around in the chair. "Good, Debbie, gooood."
The more she sucked his balls, the harder his prick throbbed against her face. Blindly she reached up and took hold of the dancing prick, pumping it gently while she laved his nuts with another layer of her warm, soothing spit.
His cock filled her hand, her fingers not quite reaching together around its mighty shaft. By now the veins stood out in bold relief, adding texture to the otherwise smooth cockshaft. Debbie put her fingertips on the biggest vein, as if taking her brother's pulse. Then she jacked his prick, her fingers massaging that very sensitive spot.
Starting at the base of his prick instead of the knob this time, Debbie left his balls and lapped her way from one end of Keith's cock to the other. Her tongue slithered up and down and all around, making erotic lines as she caressed his prick-shaft with her young tongue. She now understood how fun sucking a cock could be and she threw herself into enjoying the action. She liked what she was doing and that feeling was easily transferred to Keith, via his hard-on.
As Debbie sucked her brother off and heard his groans of growing lust, she couldn't help but be turned on herself. Her virginal cunt was dripping and she squirmed around on the floor, trying to unstick her panties from the flowing mouth of her cunt. She almost wished her brother's cock wasn't so big and that she didn't need both her hands to control it. Then she could have reached down between her own legs and brought her oozing cunt a little relief.
But, as it was, Debbie needed all her fingers to satisfy her brother. Keith had started to hump up off the chair, fucking her face with gentle, but authoritative, strokes. Debbie struggled to keep up with him, her hand still pumping up and down the shaft of his cock. Her lips again closed tightly around his prick-tip.
She gulped down the cream that poured from the tip of his prick. It seemed to come out in buckets and she felt like it was coating the inside of her mouth. She swallowed often, her mouth extra wet with juice from her brother's prick and her own freely flowing saliva. Occasionally she let a little moisture run down his prick from the tight circle of her lips, spreading it out down his cockshaft with her pumping hand.
The wetter his prick-shaft was, the more easily she could jack it off, Debbie soon discovered. And so she let a long line of drool spill from her puckered lips, slicking down Keith's prick until it was built for speed. Then she turned her pumping hand into high gear and her wrist flicked, massaging his loose, outer cock-skin over the hard tube in the middle with lightning speed.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Keith grunted, his hips also picking up speed, forcing his hard-on through the ring of his sister's fingers with extreme urgency.
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Debbie chanted under her breath as she jacked and sucked her brother off. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please come back, come back, her mind whirled.
Keith reached forward and took hold of the dark curtain of her swinging hair, holding it back so he could see the way his big cock pushed her face out of shape. When he fucked in to one side and his prick forced her cheek to pooch out, Keith grunted with lust. Such a lewd thing made his little sister look sexier than ever. No wonder his dad had been crazy for her! Keith wondered then why he'd never considered fucking Debbie himself. He must have been a fool not to notice what a dish she was!
Again she mauled his balls, her sweaty fingers slipping and sliding all around them, loosening the load of cream they contained. Debbie didn't know it, but she was doing just the right thing. Keith squirmed around more than ever, his hips humping, his balls tightening around the rigid shaft of his prick.
"Almost, Deb, almost," he said breathlessly.
Her mouth stretched around the knob of his prick, Debbie flashed her eyes up at her brother. She didn't know exactly what to expect when he came. She knew that he would spurt but she didn't know how much or how it would taste. She wasn't sure she wanted to take his cream in her mouth at all.
But, as his orgasm approached, Keith decided to give her no choice. He held her hair tightly with one hand and the other he placed against the back of her head, guiding her mouth up and down the length of his prick those final few critical times. His eyes were open and he looked down at her, her pretty face stretched around his hard-on, but his lust was so intense he saw nothing. He only knew the wonderful, warm, wet suction of his sister's mouth.
All at once, Debbie sensed a difference in her brother's motions and then he made an odd noise. She looked up into his face and saw that his mouth was open in a silent scream. For an instant she didn't understand. Then she felt the first jet of his jizz blast against the back of her open throat.
"Coming!" Keith said, as if in pain, his hand on the back of her head, pressing down harder than ever. "Take it, Deb! Take all my cream!"
Debbie whimpered around his prick, afraid he would drown her in all his jizz. She had no choice but to swallow what his cock fed her and she found that it slithered down her throat like a thick milkshake. After the first gulp she was not so panicked. When her mouth filled up again, she took his cream down gladly.
Keith sputtered and coughed, his sister's mouth pulling on his big cock mightily. Even when she knew he had no more to give, Debbie kept up her suction, as if hoping there would be more. The boy looked down at his sister and heaved a heavy sigh.
"That's it, Deb. There ain't no more," he said sadly.
Sheepishly, Debbie spit his softened prick out. Now she felt a bit ashamed that she had acted so wantonly. But then she told herself she was only doing it because of the mess she had caused with their dad.
"Was I okay?" she asked timiedly, already knowing the answer.
Keith laughed. "You little tease! Man, dad was stupid to leave. All he had to do was ask and you would have done anything for him, huh?"
Debbie didn't answer ... but she knew he was right.
Keith got up out of his chair, his fly still open. He offered a hand down to his squatting sister.
"Come on," he said, sounding as much like his father as he could. "Let's fuck!"
Debbie flinched at the word. But then, tentatively, she lifted her hand and laid it in his offered palm, allowing him to pull her to her feet and lead her upstairs.
Chapter Six
Gradually Anne began to realize that she and Keith were not fucking as often as they had at first. But Anne rationalized it. She knew that children loved new toys best and she figured that her son had just gotten used to fucking her. But she felt a little sad because of it. She didn't want to become too routine for Keith. She still considered each and every fuck with the boy a gift from the gods and she was grateful for whatever time the boy chose to give her. It never OCCUr- red to Anne that her son might be fucking another woman, especially Debbie.
But fucking his sister, Keith was. He was busier than a juggler with one hand trying to keep up with both of his incestuous lovers and keep them out of each other's hair. Debbie knew he was still fucking their mother and she grudgingly allowed it. After all, she realized completely that if it hadn't been for her their mom would still have their dad to fuck. Debbie felt it was the least she could do to let Keith keep fucking Anne, even though she didn't like it.
Keith spent only a couple of nights a week alone in his bed. Sometimes his sister joined him there, but he discouraged his mother from coming to his room at night. He told Anne it was because his bed was too narrow for any really good fucking. But the fact was he didn't want his mother to surprise him and his sister.
So Keith usually went to Anne, the two of them lolling and luxuriating in her big bed. Now when Anne thought of all the best sexual times she had experienced there, she thought almost entirely of Keith. Dave was like a memory, a dream from the very distant past.
Even the pain of his leaving had lessened considerably since she had unburdened herself to
Keith. She felt very lucky to have a son with whom she could share her probleMs. It made her life much easier and she loved Keith all the more because of it.
"Oh, honey," she said, nuzzling back against him as they curled together in her soft bed, "what would I do without you? Thank you for being so good to me."
"Ah, Mom," Keith scoffed, her words making him feel nervous. "It's no big deal."
"Yes it is, it's a very big deal ... to me at least. And I want you to know how much I love you."
She wiggled her ass back against the curve of her son's belly. They had already fucked once and Anne could feel his jizz leaking from her cunt and drooling down the crack of her ass. When her ass smashed back against Keith's groin, she could fee that he was all wet there, too, from their wild fucking.
The more she wormed around against him, the quicker she felt his cock swell. She loved the way his prick followed her ass-crack, throbbing and creeping upward. She pushed hard against him, pressing his growing hard-on against the tight pucker of her asshole.
"Ahhhhh," Keith sighed, his mother's ass stimulating him, "I love you, too, ohhhh!"
Anne giggled and rolled over onto her stomach, her son's hard-on now beating against her side. She peeked up at him, her red hair partially covering her smiling face.
"You get on top," she said sexily. "Fuck me from behind so I feel your prick nice and deep inside of me."
"What, Mom?" Keith asked, teasing her.
"You little shit! You heard me. Fuck me!"
"Huh?"
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me until I cream and dream and scream!" Anne whispered urgently, her words flying right into her son's grinning face. "Fuck meeeee!"
Keith laughed, amused by hearing his mother talking this way. A few weeks ago he would never have expected her to ever say such things. Now he loved to make her talk dirty and he knew that she loved it, too.
Slowly, as if he were doing her a favor, Keith slithered over on top of his mother. The curves and hollows of their bodies seemed perfectly matched and Anne took Ms weight easily, liking the way it made her feel. She also liked the way his sparse cock-hairs scratched against the quivering cheeks of her ass as he climbed aboard.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, humping her ass up against his cock-shaft, "ahhhhhh!"
Keith poked his prick down between his mother's legs, his cock caught right at the crux of her thighs. His prick was quickly enveloped by the soft flesh of her inner legs and the bottoms of her ass-cheeks. If it had been wet, it would have felt very much like the warm interior of her cunt-channel. He made short, small fucking strokes, making sure his prick was just as hard and ready as it could be.
Anne writhed around his lengthening cock. Her big tits were crushed beneath her, pillowing out slightly on either side of her body. Her arms were bent and supported her head, making her tits pull up on her chest.
Keith's cock dripped, wetting down his pretend fuck-hole and making it seem more than ever like a cunt. He fucked a little faster, hunching his back and sending his prick into the crevice between her tightly closed legs.
Anne humped, too, knowing she was turning her son on. His cock smeared her legs with is pearly pre-cum and she rolled her ass around and around it. Now and then, when he pulled back too far, the wet tip of his prick pounded against the ring of her asshole, wanting to fuck inside of her there.
But Keith was not an ass-man. He was interested in cunt, his mother's cunt to be exact. Finally he drew back and got up on his knees, his hard-on hugging his flat, smooth belly.
"Get up, you dog," he said to his mother, slapping her ass playfully, but hard. "I wanna fuck you so get up here where I can reach you, dog!"
As her son straddled her body, Anne drew her knees up and got onto all fours, taking the position any good bitch would. Keith knee-walked up tight against her, his cock once again following the sweaty crack of her ass.
"You want this?" he asked, jabbing with his prick so there was no mistaking what he was offering. "Huh?"
"Yes, yes!" Anne gasped, her cunt open and ready, waiting impatiently. "Give it to me now, Keith, honey. Fuck me! I want you to fuck me."
Keith grabbed his prick and worked it up and down the crack of his mother's ass. Just to tease her he butted it against the bud of her asshole, letting some of his juice rub off there. Then he pointed his cock downward, aiming it right at the open, hairy mouth of her expectant cunt-hole.
Like a real mouth, Anne's cunt snapped up her son's offered cock-head. Then she gasped as Keith hesitated just a moment and then plowed forward, shoving his prick all the way into her in one surprisingly mighty lunge.
"Honey!" she grunted.
Keith bent himself over his mother's body, his whole prick luxuriating in the tunnel of her cunt. He leaned against her, his chest pressed to her back. He swirled his hips in small circles, making his prick move around inside of her. Then, just as quickly as he had first filled her with his cock, he jerked himself up, pulling his prick almost completely out of her pussy.
"God!" Anne gasped in surprise.
Before she could even guess what to expect next, Keith rammed his prick back into her, filling her with his prick-meat. Then, in a more reasonable rhythm, he withdrew his prick, his fucking pace at last established.
Now Anne knew what to expect and she moved with -him, fucking back at each of his forward lunges. Her cunt clamped around his prick, her juices and his lubing its way. The blunt end of his cock seemed to batter up against the far end of Anne's cunt-tunnel, making her groan. That was why she loved fucking this way.
When she took it from behind, she knew she got every inch of her son's fine prick-meat.
"Yeah, give it to me," she gasped, trying to remember to keep her voice low and not wake Debbie.
But sometimes it was so hard! Anne longed to just let herself and her feelings go. She wanted to shout to the heavens that she was fucking her son ... and loving it!
Keith slammed his groin against his mother's upturned ass. It turned him on hke crazy to watch his cock disappearing and then reappearing from the crack of her ass. Her fleshy ass-cheeks curved in around his prick-base, hiding it from the boy unless he pried Anne's ass-cheeks apart.
His mother's cunt was soft and wet on the inside and Keith fucked through its tight grip only with great effort. Even fucking his virginal sister wasn't much better than his. His mom's pussy was still very strong and its muscles held his prick with authority, almost as if reminding him that he was fucking a real woman and not a little girl.
He pushed hard against her, his whole body reverberating with the powerful motions. His balls slapped against the end of her cunt-slit, her juices leaking out to make them wet and sexy-feeling, too.
Keith changed the depth and pace of his fucking. He leaned back away from his mother, giving her just the tip and an inch or two of his prick-shaft. He fucked into just the tight rim of her cunt-mouth, popping his cock-head in and out of that circle of strong muscles.
Anne creamed heaver than ever, her cunt clutching at his prick tightly. The most sensitive part of her cunt was being pleasantly teased and tormented by her son's cock and it made her shudder, it felt so good.
Keith's prick pulled on her cunt-lips, stretching them out slowly and sexily. Then his cock-tip opened up the mouth of her cunt, plowing its way inside. He poked his cock in and out of the entrance to her pussy time and again, jerking his hips back and then thrusting them quickly forward, opening her cunt again before it had even had time to close tight.
The short, sweet motions of his prick made Anne soar with joy. Her clit was indirectly pulled and stimulated and she felt herself melting toward the swirling world of orgasm. She willed her mind to go blank and all she knew were the sensations her son's cock created in the damp tunnel of her fluttering cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, wanting to shove her cunt back and take in all of her son's cock, but, at the same time, loving the shallow way he was fucking her. "Keith, honey, baby! Ohhhh! Fuck me, ohhhh!,, She gyrated the rest of her body, feeling sexy and attractive. But her cunt remained relatively still. She wanted her son to fuck her as he liked. She knew that he would be sure and please her if she left the fucking up to him.
Keith kept on with his short, true strokes, hearing how turned on his mother was. Fucking her this way thrilled him, too. Her tight cunt-mouth massaged the sensitive head of his prick and he punched her quickly, feeling her pussy-mouth tightening up. He knew then she was about to cream.
"Yeahhhhh!" Anne gasped, her shout a miniature version of the one she really wanted to let go. "Coming! Ahhhh!"
Keith gritted his teeth as his mother's coming pussy bit down around the tip of his prick. His cock was just barely inside of her so he felt none of the fluttering spasms that he knew from experience were making her cunt-channel dance and writhe. But he did feel the end of those roll- ing sensations when her cunt-spasms worked their way to the mouth of her pulsating cunt-tunnel.
His breath blasting from his nostrils, Keith held off, wanting his mother to come first. His cream was going to burst out of the tip of his cock very soon, he knew, but he wanted to keep himself under control for as long as possible, for Anne's sake.
His cock-tip continued to bounce around in the mouth of Anne's pussy, increasing her orgasm with each stroke. She rocked and rolled with the intensity of her come, her face now pushed deep into a pillow so she could let out the screams she knew would otherwise awaken her daughter.
At last Keith felt his mother's come settle back down. Her cunt clutched his cock lovingly and she made contented cooing, sighing noises into the pillow. The boy massaged her ass with his sweaty hands, soothing her after her moment of great release.
But his calm, quiet motions belied the seething passion he himself felt. His balls felt like they had been dipped in gasoline and set on fire. He wanted to come, and now that his mother was through, he decided it was his turn.
His fingers dug into the freckled cheeks of her ass, getting a good grip. Then he tossed his hips forward, surprising his mother once again with the savagery of his fucking.
"Keith!" his mother cried. "Take it easy!"
But Keith could no longer control himself. His hips hammered his cock into her tight cunt, blowing her open with the tip of his engorged prick. His balls beat against her cunt, slapping noisily in the wet, gooey slit.
The boy threw his head back grunting and panting with his mounting lust. His eyes were glazed over and his head was filled with thoughts of cunts and tits and fine white asses all waiting for him to fuck them. He thought of his mother, his sister, his mother, his sister!
The end of his cock slammed against the end of his mother's cunt-tunnel, his prick-juice smearing off there, deep inside of Anne's belly. His cock felt like it was strangling inside the grip of her cunt and he knew he had to come soon or go crazy. He fucked her harder, the visions in his mind making him hotter than ever. He wanted to fuck them all, his mother, his sister, his mother ...
Sweat covered Keith's body from the exertion of fucking like a mad man. His slender ass was a blur as he threw his cock forward and then selfishly jerked it back, pouring it to his mother like it was the last fuck they would ever share.
Anne felt battered by her son's wild fucking. She just let herself go limp, leaving his cock to do with her cunt whatever it wanted and needed.
Keith's fingers left white marks that soon turned red against his mother's ass-flesh. He was in a daze of fucking, not knowing just where he was or what he was doing. Was he fucking his mother, his sister, his mother . . .
"Debbie!" he crowed, his balls bursting a thick stream of his juice. "I'm coming, Sis! Take it, take it all like you always do. Yeahhh, fuck me, Debbie, fuck me!"
Anne felt her whole body go tense when she heard her son's orgasmic cries. Debbie! He wanted to fuck Debbie! Anne thought madly as she took her son's load. Then another thought hit her ... what if her children were already fucking? What if she had lost another man to her cock-teasing daughter?
Anne's mind swirled and clouded over. As her son dropped the last of his load into her cunt, Anne went limp beneath him, the burden of yet another trauma simply too much for her to take.
Chapter Seven
"Are you crazy?" Debbie.gasped, not believing what her brother just told her. "You want me to make it with you and mom? Forget it!"
Keith sat back, folding his arms calmly across his chest. "Remember what a terrible thing you did by driving dad away? You've caused mom a lot of grief, you know, and I think it's time you started making it up to her."
"Yeah ... by putting on a show for you! How do I know mom wants to even do this? Maybe this is just some perverted idea you came up with yourself.
"Try it and see," Keith replied.
Debbie thought about it a minute more. It wasn't the idea of having sex with her mother that bothered her so much, it was the idea of her brother again thinking that he could tell her what to do that really got to the girl. She looked at Keith, disgusted by his smug expression.
"I just don't think so," she said, feeling she was putting her brother in his place.
"Okay," Keith said, standing up and looking at her sadly. "If that's the way you feel, I guess you and I are through."
"What?" Debbie gasped.
"I said, this is it for us. If you won't do me this one favor, not to mention how great it would make mom feel, you and I are finished."
"How do you mean, finished," Debbie asked, fearing the answer.
"I'll never fuck you again, if you don't do a threeway with mom and me. It's that simple."
Debbie wanted to scream with frustration. He knew how much she'd come to depend on his good fucking. She puffed out her cheeks and exhaled loudly with surrender. She knew he had ber ... as usual.
"Okay," she said. "When do we do it?"
"Ohhhh," Debbie sighed. "Ohhhhh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
Her brother was kneeling between her splayed legs, his mouth working over the dripping folds of her cunt. At the same time the girl could feel her mother beside her, the warmth of Anne's naked body radiating against her skin. Then Anne reached out and gently touched her daughter's tit, her fingers spreading the small, rounded mound.
"Ahhhhh," Debbie moaned.
Keith hadn't told his mother how reluctant his sister had been to agree to a threeway. Nor had he told his sister that their mother had been a bit shocked by the idea at first, too. Both women thought the other had wanted to do this but really it was, as Debbie had suspected, all Keith's idea. Now he was in hog heaven, surrounded by naked, female flesh. He only hoped that his mother and sister would get turned on enough to really go after each other. That was what he was dying to see!
His tongue was curled into a long tube, pointed on the end to better fuck his writhing sister. He poked it as far into Debbie's cunt as he could and then he used it like a little cock, pulling it back and shoving it forward, fucking her with it.
Her juices rolled from the depths of her cunt in great aromatic waves. Keith funneled them down with his tongue and delved back in for more. His eyes shifted to one side and he was pleased to see that his mother was massaging Debbie's titties. He also hoped that Anne was watching what he was doing to Debbie's cunt so that she would know how to tongue-fuck a pussy when it came her turn between Debbie's slender thighs.
Anne was indeed watching what her son was doing to her daughter. All her fucks with Keith had still not prepared her for anything like this. She would have left right then and there if it hadn't been so important to Debbie. To hear Keith tell it, Debbie was very hung up on the idea of them all having sex together. It still upset Annie a little bit but, for her daughter's sake, she put her own petty fears away and tried to get into the woman-to-woman stuff. But it wasn't easy.
Anne saw her son's tongue slip up and down the pink furrow of Debbie's open cunt. Her daughter's cunt seemed more delicately colored than her own and the dark hair that surrounded the open mouth of Debbie's young cunt was a striking contrast. Anne had only seen her own pussy, and the hair that surrounded it was a pinkish red, the shade not so different from her cunt-skin. Her daughter's cunt was boldly, lewdly, outlined in dark, rich brown.
"Ahhhhh, Mom!" Debbie gasped when Anne absently gave her spiked nipple a tweak.
Debbie arched her tit up into her mother's hand. Her brother's mouth was making her feel crazy and, suddenly, having sex with her mother seemed better than ever. She pushed her hippie into her mom's palm, wanting to please the older woman. Keith had been right. Debbie owed it to her mother to do anything she possibly could to make Anne happy. Debbie had not forgotten that their whole sorry situation was her fault.
Anne drew back slightly as her daughter offered her her tit. She jumped again when Keith's hand came up along the side of her neck, gently pushing her head down toward Debbie's body. Reluctantly Anne took her son's cue and touched the tip of her daughter's nipple with her mouth.
His face still deep in Debbie's hairy pussy, Keith grinned in triumph. It was working! They were starting to go for each other! Congratulating himself, he drew back and ran the tip of his tongue back and forth over Debbie's clit a few times. He batted the little nubbin this way and that, feeling his sister lurch with the exploding sensations his tongue created for her.
Anne felt the shudders that shot through Debbie and she shook herself. Anne knew only too well what a good cunt-lapper her son was. For a moment she envied her daughter her lusty position. Then Debbie's chest surged up and her nipple poked between Anne's puckered lips and Anne remembered she had her own work to think of.
Tentatively at first, Anne pulled on Debbie's nip with her lips. Her hair fell down along one side of her face, tickling Debbie's chest and making her nipple harder and longer than ever. Anne explored the rigid nubbin with her tongue, laving it with her warm spit.
"Oh, Mom," Debbie sighed, her hand coming to the back of Anne's head and pulling her soft, red mane.
Keith peeked up over the furry mound of his sister's cunt to check their progress. He was not disappointed. Debbie's face was filled with passion and her hand was guiding her mother, urging Anne to keep sucking and tonguing her tits. Anne's eyes were closed and she did just what her daughter seemed to want. Keith was ecstatic.
Like a dog licking a plate, Keith lapped up and down the open length of Debbie's cunt. He used the flat of his tongue, making it wide and cutting a swath right through the middle of her pussy-slit. At the top of every other lick he wiggled his tongue tip hard against her wrinkled clitty, feeling her jerk each time he touched that special pleasure spot.
"Mmmmmmm," Debbie moaned.
Noisily, purposely slurping loudly, Keith took down the juices that his sister's aroused cunt gave off. Both women couldn't help but hear the lewd noises he made and they both felt turned on by them. Anne again wished that she were in her daughter's place, with Keith's talented tongue shoved far up her cunt.
Again Keith reached up and urged his mother to take hold of Debbie's open tit with her hand. Anne followed his lead and then her one hand was on Debbie's one tit, her mouth on the girl's other tittie. Gingerly she pinched, then nipped at the girl's nips.
Keith's prick was hard and it drooled against his belly. He wanted very much to stick it in either of the cunts that were available to him but that was not in his plan, at least not yet. He knew he had to be very careful and keep the women happy and busy if he wanted things to work out. His cock would just have to suffer for now while his eyes got their fill of watching his mother and sister turn on to each other.
Debbie rolled around under his mother's caresses. She arched her back, pushing her titties out toward Anne. Anne awkwardly pleasured them, running her tongue from one to the other, leaving a fine film of spit for her fingers to massage into her daughter's luscious skin.
Keith could tell from Debbie's erratic motions that she was very excited. Her cunt trembled in the far reaches his tongue touched and he again congratulated himself. His sister was hotter than he had ever seen her and he was sure it was because of Anne. Who, man or woman, would not be powerfully turned on by the sexy redhead? he asked himself.
His hot breath seared the delicate flesh of Debbie's inner cunt. It gusted out of his nose
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and blasted against her, making the girl spread her thighs that much wider. She whimpered and whined, her body tossed between the mouth of her brother and the mouth of her mother. Debbie had never experienced anything like it in all the world.
She pushed her mom's head down tighter around on one tit, her nipple sucked far into Anne's mouth. Her fingers slipped through Anne's silky, red tresses and she sighed, her body jumping involuntarily. Her cunt was again filled with her brother's tongue and she felt like it was pulling something deep inside her, making her dance like some obscenely controlled puppet.
More aggressively now, Anne licked up one side and down the other of Debbie's soft tit. Her hand pinched and pulled on the girl's other tit, jerking it out into a pear-shaped globe and then pressing down hard against it, as if trying to flatten it out against the -girl's chest. The more she heard and felt Debbie reacting to her and Keith's ministrations, the harder Anne worked at bringing Debbie off.
Debbie trembled and shuddered. Her brother's tongue had again become a small, soft, fuck-stick and he was using it on her with great skill and care. He fucked her with short, wicked strokes, his prick of a tongue moving in and out of her until Debbie lived to anticipate the next blessed thrust. Then he changed his fucking technique, constantly keeping his sister guessing, her body always begging for more.
"Oh, god!" she gasped, her body bucking with ecstasy. "Make me come, Keith, make me come!"
Except for the wonderful things Anne's hands were doing, Debbie had all but forgotten that her mother was even there. She no longer felt strange about letting her emotions show in front of her mom. Her brother's tongue was washing away all her inhibitions and she began to grunt and pant like-an animal, working to get off and have an incredible climax.
Anne's breathing had gotten heavy and fast, too. She pulled her mouth back around the cone of Debbie's tit, keeping just the girl's nipple between her lips. Then, out of the corners of her eyes, she looked back at her daughter's passion-crazed face. She'd never seen anything so sexy before in her life, of that, Anne was sure.
Keith burrowed into Debbie's oozing pussy with his nose, as well as with his mouth. He pushed his whole face against her spread crotch, wiping it with her sticky, slimy juices. He wished he could climb right up inside of her and fuck her with his whole body. He wanted to fill her with himself and bring her off like she had never been brought off before.
His tongue worked madly, slicing and fucking and slapping. He felt surrounded by the smell and sight of her cunt and he loved it. His fingers caressed the furry edges of her cunt-lips, peeling them back and giving himself more room to work, more space to bring his sister pleasure.
The sound of his mother's labored breathing was like music to Keith's ears. He heard it fine, even over the loud rushing noise of the blood pounding in his head. He knew Anne well and he could tell from the way she was gasping that this threeway fuck was indeed getting to her. It was just what Keith had hoped for and, he was certain, this was the beginning of a new phase in their incestuous fucking.
"Oh, Keith, oh god!" Debbie grunted.
The girl bucked up and then settled back down when Keith pulled his tongue away from her clit for a second.
"I wanna come, I wanna come," she moaned.
"Mmmmm, honey, you will," promised her mother, slurping her mouth just far enough away from Debbie's tits to speak.
Anne could tell A just how desperate her daughter was for this climax so she stepped up her massaging and kissing of Debbie's tits. Her mouth worked quickly, licking and slobbering all over her daughter's chest. Then her fingers left tingling trails all across the girl's upper body as they rubbed the cool sheen of spit into Debbie's sizzling flesh.
Keith took her clit between his front teeth and worried it gently. Debbie let out a horrific yowl and her body went taut as a bow string, her juice gaping open, needing something good and hard to fill it.
"Oh, oh, oh! Ohhhhh!" Debbie grunted.
Like it were a piece of gristle, Keith clamped down hard on her clit. Pain and pleasure mingled in Debbie's body and her mind swirled with the two conflicting but complementary emotions. Her ass lifted up involuntarily, making her eager cunt ride up in the air, blindly seeking that which would finally make it reach its peak.
Keith let her clit go and then fucked her wildly with his curled tongue. She fucked back at him, her nude body rocking to and fro, forcing his tongue deeper than ever up inside of herself. Her pus"sy held his tongue each time he fed it to her, the strong muscles gripping the skinny little fake prick as if they might never let it go.
As if Debbie's sexual frenzy could be transmitted through her shuddering body, Anne felt herself go mad with passion, too. She shared her daughter's sense of urgency and she took it out on Debbie's titties. She was clawing and scratching and biting, working herself and the girl to greatr heights of excitement.
"Come, baby," Anne panted, lapping at Debbie's abused nips. "Come for mommy!" Keith was in his glories. Everything was working perfectly ... except his prick. His hard-on ached worse than a bad tooth and the boy knew that he would not be able to hold out for much longer. He just had to have his cock somewhere tight and wet soon or he was sure he would go right out of his mind! "Almost! Almost!" Debbie grunted. "Do it! Come!" Anne panted. Keith suddenly felt like his head was going to explode. His cock was demanding attention now and he could wait no longer. Forgetting about Debbie in favor of his own needs, he pulled his face from her near-to-bursting pussy and lurched up on top of her, forcing his hard-on against her lips.
"Nboooo!" she said, shaking her head back and force to avoid his insistent prick. "Me first! Me first! I'm almost there! Ahhhhh!"
When his sister cried out, Keith shoved his cock between her parted lips, fucking it straight to the back of her throat. Debbie screamed around it, her lower body writhing around in extreme frustration, her cunt-lips twitching with urgency. She knew she only needed the slightest touch to push herself over the edge, but with her brother sprawled on top of her, Debbie couldn't even get her own hands down to her abandoned cunt and bring herself off.
"Do it for her, Mom!" Keith grunted, holding back his own come only long enough to speak. "Fuck her!"
Anne blinked rapidly a few times, her head fogged and uncertain. Then she saw the way her daughter's aching pussy twitched and rocked and she knew she just had to do it. She just couldn't stand to see her child suffering this way. So, with a deep breath, Anne dove between Debbie's jerking thighs, her lips kissing those of her daughter's heated cunt.
Debbie screamed louder than ever around Keith's prick when she first felt her mother's lips. As she had known it would be, that first contact was enough to finally send her to the never-never land of orgasm.
His sister's moans and cried of satisfaction vibrated through Keith's prick and brought him off, too. Like toothpaste from a tube, his jizz flowed in a steady stream into the depths of his sister's mouth, coating first her throat and then her belly with its heavy taste.
Anne munched and sucked at her daughter's cunt like she had been doing it all her life. At first she had been surprised by the taste and feel of a pussy but when she felt her daughter climax and knew it was because of her, Anne soared with pride. She wanted to always please her kids and to know that she could get her daughter, as well as her son, off, thrilled her. She slurped down all of Debbie's delicious cunt-cream, her tongue bold, delving into the soft pink hole between her girl's shuddering legs.
Chapter Eight
"Debbie, honey, mmmmm," Anne sighed, rolling on her big bed with her daughter in her arMs. "Mmmmm, honey, I love you! Mmmmmmm!"
Debbie pressed her mouth tight against her mother's, sealing Anne's lips in a long, passionate kiss. Both the women were nude and they held each other tightly, their legs intertwined as they kissed.
Since Keith had tricked them into a threeway with him, Anne and her daughter had both discovered they enjoyed making love together ... with or without Keith. They found that they knew each other's special wants and needs without even having to ask. They found that woman-to-woman sex could be wonderful and they lost any feelings of shyness or inhibition. They wanted to show each other a good time and they didn't feel ashamed or timid. They only felt excited.
Panting with lust, Anne broke their torrid kiss and pushed her daughter's flushed face down. Debbie knew what her mother wanted and she followed Anne's lead. Her lips kissed and nibbled as she moved her head down into the sweaty cleavage between Anne's marvelous titties.
"Mmmmm, I love your tits, Mom," Debbie mumbled, licking at the salty mounds. "I hope I have tits as nice as yours when I grow up."
"Ahhhh, honey," Anne sighed, reveling in the compliment and the way her girl was sucking on her nipples. "Ahhhhh!"
Debbie took just the pointed tip of her mother's nip between her sharp front teeth and bit down on it slightly. She rolled it between her teeth, grinding it just hard enough to make
Anne squirm with pleasure-pain. Then the girl let the little nubbin go and she lapped it with the flat of her tongue, brushing soothing blood back into the tortured piece of flesh. While Anne moaned and yelped, Debbie went to work on her other nipple. This she bit, too, making it hurt nicely, like she had its twin. Then she poked at it with the tip of her tongue, forcing the nipple to curl back into the fleshy mound of Anne's freckled tit.
The more her daughter worked her over, the hotter Anne got. It seemed that her girl child knew all the right things to do to make her pussy cream faster than ever. When Debbie licked and mauled her tits, Anne felt strange, pleasant sensations in her cunt. It was as if the two special spots were connected and by touching one, Debbie also touched the other.
Debbie turned on, too, as she stroked and fondled her mother. She massaged Anne's tits with her fingers, sometimes being gentle, sometimes slightly cruel. As she rolled her mother's tits around, she watched her own hands working, seeing what they did and how they made Anne's big titties move beneath them. It turned Debbie on to know that she was doing this, that those fingers on her mother's body were her own.
Anne could smell her own cunt as well as the cunt of her daughter. The aromas were slightly different, both very womanly. The scent of her girl's cunt made Anne's mouth water. Since that first time with Keith, Anne had developed quite a taste for teenaged cunt-juice. She couldn't wait to have her face between her daughter's thighs again very soon.
Debbie kept sucking on her mother's tits as she worked a knee in between Anne's thighs. Anne parted her legs gladly, making room for Debbie. And then, when the girl shoved her leg hard against the dripping hole of Anne's cunt, both women let out a sigh of fuck-lust.
"Oh, Mom, you're so wet," Debbie gushed, feeling her mother's oily cunt-cream smear her leg. "So wet and juicy."
"It's because of you, honey," Anne replied. "My pussy is hot because of you."
As if she were marching, Debbie banged her thigh up against Anne's cunt with a steady rhythm. All the while she kept her mouth busy at Anne's tits, moving from one to the other, slicking them down with her warm spit.
Anne grunted and twirled her fingers through the silky, soft tresses of her daughter's hair. She rolled her upper body, creating different kinds of friction with her tits against her girl's face and mouth. Debbie's cheeks and lips were very smooth and Anne rubbed her titties against them, thrilling both herself and her daughter.
Wet, slicking sounds came from between Anne's thighs. Her cunt was smashed by Debbie's leg, the juices forced from it. Expertly, the girl rubbed against Anne's flared open cunt-lips, exciting her and bringing more juices from her depths.
Those juices covered Debbie's leg and made her skin slick and slippery. Her thigh slithered around her mother's cunt, touching the insides of the opened lips of Anne's pussy-hole and massaging her upthrusting, aching clit.
As Debbie worked her mom toward orgasm, her own cunt sizzled with arousal. She bumped her own clit against Anne's thigh while she fucked her and the girl felt her own brain flash with orgasm. She knew if she kept this up she could bring both of them off.
Anne knew it, too. She writhed herself around, wanting to do for Debbie what Debbie was doing for her. She wanted her own pleasure very much, but she wanted to see her girl pleasured, too. So she pulled away from Debbie slightly and changed their sexy position.
"Lean back, honey," Anne said breathlessly, taking her daughter's hands and turning herself around on the bed. "Put your pussy against mine. That's it! Get on your side just like that. Ahhhhh, so gooood!"
The women fit themselves together like two pairs of scissors. Anne lay on her back with her legs apart slightly. Debbie moved in between her mother's open legs and lay on her side, her cunt flush up against Anne's pussy.
When their pussies first touched, both women grunted. Their cunt-meat was very hot and slick and the thrill was instantaneous. Anne felt her cunt ripple the second it made contact with Debbie's pussy. The merest touch from her daughter's most private place made Anne's cunt jerk and her head swim with the perversity of what they were doing. "Baby!" she gasped.
"Oh, Mom!" Debbie grunted, her pussy sucking in her mother's cunt-juices. "Fuck me! Fuck me like no man ever can!"
Each took hold of the other's leg and humped herself against it. Their opened cunts met together like two hot-pink mouths, their juices smearing together and making their union wet and squishy.
The light-red colored lips of Anne's cunt made good contact with her daughter's dark-haired pussy. Debbie could feel the hair around her mother's furry pussy tickling her and she liked the sensation. Not only did she envy her mom's tits, she also wished she had half the amount of hair around her cunt that Anne had around hers. Someday, the girl sighed . . .
Anne held her daughter's lower leg tightly, moving herself against it. Debbie's calf was taut and smooth. The hair on it was so fine the girl didn't even need to shave it away. It was like a thin pelt beneath Anne's fingers and she stroked it as she used Debbie's slightly furred leg to get herself off.
Fucking back and forth as hard as any man and woman might, the two cunts worked at getting themselves and each other off. Anne wiggled her ass from side to side and up and down, twirling it against her daughter's leg. Debbie did the same, making her pussy kiss her mom's passionately.
Their cunt-juice mingled, rolling down the crack of Anne's ass. Debbie's cunt was young and very juicy and her mother benefited from this, her daughter's drippings making their fuck- ing wetter and more erotic. Anne danced her ass around, stimulating her cunt, too, and making it ooze out a constant stream of sexy fluids. At times their fucking cunts met straight out. At other times they rolled their bodies around, grinding their pussies together and letting their cunt-mouths circle around each other. Whatever they did thrilled the two naked woman, making them want to keep fucking each other forever.
"Oh, Mom! I'm almost there!" Debbie panted, her girlish hair-trigger nearly tripped. "Keep fucking me! Ahhhhh, ohhhhh!"
"Do it, baby," Anne grunted, jamming her cunt against Debbie's to accent her words. "Do it! Come for momma!"
Debbie twisted her small body around, getting herself into just the right position. Her clit was pressed tightly between her mother's body and her own, twisted and pulled as the women gyrated with passion. Bolts of pressing passion jetted through Debbie's mind and she made loud grunting noises as her body teetered on the edge of ecstasy.
Anne panted and gasped with passion and exertion, too. She screwed her cunt around and around, jabbing it back at Debbie. The way her girl's pussy-lips had begun to twitch told Anne that her daughter's climax was only a few correctly timed fuck-motions away.
"God! Oh Mom! This is it! Here I gooooo!" Debbie exclaimed, her body taut with orgasmic tension.
Then she screamed and Anne pounded herself into a frenzy against the girl's shuddering leg, working her pussy around and back and forth, determined to draw Debbie's climax out for all it was worth.
Her daughter's fuck-meat vibrated against her own and Anne's mind soared with the sexy feelings. She drilled her cunt against Debbie's, their crotches grinding together with loud slurping, slashing sounds. Anne grit her teeth and plowed her daughter, her own cunt heated and oozing.
"Ah! Ohhhh! Oh! Ohhh! Mom!" Debbie panted, shuddering madly as the terrific sensations roared through her.
The way her mom kept after her quivering cunt made Debbie almost crazy with lust. Her cunt snapped down hard, seeking something hard to fill it. But this time there was nothing inside of her cunt and the frustrated walls pounded against each other, the void between them closing and reopening with their strong pulsations.
All along her cunt-tunnel, the muscles went hard and then relaxed. Debbie felt the fluttering spasms all the way up into her belly and she grunted and gasped, her orgasm consuming her whole writhing body.
Through it all, Anne never once let go of her daughter's leg. Her own cunt smeared Debbie's, the girl's freshly expelled fuck-juices spread all around her crotch. Again and again she nuzzled her thigh against the tight button of Debbie's solid clit and the girl cried out.
Debbie sighed, her body shuddering to a halt. She took a deep breath and then tightened her grip on her mother's leg, ready to get back to the action.
"Now it's your turn to do the mystery dance, Mom!"
"Yeah! Do me, honey!" Anne said.
Debbie went after her mother's cunt like a woman possessed. She found new strength in the afterglow of her cum and she turned it all loose on the small, dripping bit of flesh that was her mother's cunt.
"Honey!" Anne cried, rocked to the marrow by her daughter's rabid fucking.
Debbie squirmed and shook, her body turned into a fucking machine. She pushed her still-fluttering pussy tight against her mom's cunt and they gyrated her hips, making their cunts meld together. The fluids that poured from her open pussy-slit drenched the lips of Anne's cunt, making that hairy, red cunt-hole tighten up with expectation.
Anne felt the doors to her orgasm being knocked down one by one as Debbie stepped up her incredible fucking. Liquid noises filled the room, and Anne could hear Debbie grunting with each hard fuck-jab that threw their pussies against each other with tremendous force. Her own breathing thickened and she gave in to the orgasmic sensations that spun in tighter and tighter circles around her mind and body.
"I'm there! I'm there!" Anne suddenly crowed, her entire being all at once taken over by her cunt's needs.
"Yeah, Mom! Go for it!" Debbie panted in encouragement, her cunt still humping madly at her mother's.
Anne felt as if she might blow apart from an internal explosion. Her body drew in and then flew out, all her muscles giving way, the liquids of her inner cunt spewing forth. She shuddered and shook, her whole body completely at the mercy of her frothing, spasming cunt.
Debbie ground her cunt against Anne's, feeling, as Anne had recently felt, the other woman's cunt fluttering and gyrating. It was almost good enough to have Debbie coming again. Her passion was renewed and, when she felt her mother begin to calm, her orgasm seeming to pass, she jerked her legs up and threw her body around, plastering the lips of her mouth to the delicate spot the lips of her cunt had just abandoned.
"Debbie!" Anne gasped, her climax soaring again. "Oh, honey, tongue me like that!
Yeahhh!"
Debbie gobbled up the juices that drooled from all around Anne's crotch. The girl knew that some of them were her mother's and that others of them had come from the depths of her own teenaged cunt. Not knowing where the essence of her mom's cunt stopped and that of her own pussy began turned the girl on. She dove in deeper with her pointed tongue, scooping out large, warm helpings of fresh cunt-sauce. "Oh honey," Anne gasped, "turn around and let me have some of that sweet stuff, too. Feed me your pussy, Deb!"
Reluctantly removing her mouth from her mother's delicious cunt for the briefest of times, Debbie swung her ass around, her knees straddling her mother's head. Then she went back to work between Anne's legs, her tongue stopping only momentarily when Anne's lips first touched the heated meat of her own open cunt.
"Mmmmmm," Anne sighed, speaking into the dark reaches of Debbie's fuck-hole, "I like this! Mmmmmm!"
Sucking, kissing, munching noises reached through Anne's bedroom as two female tongues worked over two female crotches. Both women gulped down the mixture of their succulent fucking juices, their tongues exploring the crevices and folds of each other's pink, tender pussy.
Debbie curled her tongue into a spike and probed the depths of Anne's cunt with it. She shoved her cunt as far up inside her mother as she could, fucking Anne until her face was lost in that thick, red bush. She chewed on her mother's pinkish cunt-hairs, her teeth grating against the soft skin underneath them.
Anne bobbed her nose against her daughter's clit, liking the way it made the girl jump. It was as if she had her finger on the button that controlled Debbie's motions and she forced the girl to dance lewdly. Her lower body snapped upward each time Anne probed her clitty.
Juices poured from Anne's cunt and pooled on the sheet beneath her ass. Debbie spit into her mother's gaping cunt-mouth, making her fucking wetter than ever. Anne felt swampy between her legs and it made her feel very sexy.
Passion rose in both women once again. Their first climaxes had been forgotten now and already they looked into the future to the next round of orgasms they would bring each other. Their nostrils flared with their out-going breath and the sweet, incoming smells of ripe cunt.
"Mommmyyyy!" Debbie shrieked, her face pulled back from the mouth of Anne's cunt just the barest fraction of an inch. "Ahhhhhh!"
With no more announcement than that, Debbie creamed off another one. Her mother's tongue was far up inside of her at the time, fucking her like a tiny cock might. As the walls of Debbie's cunt began to pulse and rock around it, Anne feared she might never be able to pull free from her girl's tight grip. And so she left her tongue fucked deep into the girl and only bent and curled it, making it move in the shuddering tunnel of Debbie's creaming pussy.
As before, when her climax had hurdled through her, Debbie was filled with a new sense of purpose and strength. It was as if sex renewed her and she looked into the gaping pink mouth of Anne's cunt with new enthusiasm.
"Phew!" she gasped, her tongue lapping at Anne's twitching cunt-mouth. "You're up again, Mom, so get ready! This next one is gonna be a good one!"
Anne's eyes rolled and she lost the power to speak as her daughter again went wild between the folds of her cunt. She simply closed her eyes and relaxed, giving herself up to the wonders she knew Debbie's tongue would create in the creaming cavern of her cunt.
Chapter Nine
The bed springs on Anne's big bed squealed again, the woman and her boy bouncing madly on the soft mattress. Anne wore a sexy, light-green half bra and matching garter belt. Her legs were encased in shimmering black stockings with seams up the back. Her hair, as always, was loose and wild, flowing out around her pretty face like the mane of a lion.
She was on all fours, leaning forward to take her son's cock in her mouth. Keith lay on his back, his upper body propped up with both bed pillows. His head lolled from side to side, rolling back against the headboard. He wore an expression of nearly stupid lust, his face slack and lewd. His eyes were open just enough for him to watch his mother from beneath his heavy lids as she gave him the best blow-job of his life.
Anne's naked ass was arched up in the air, the straps of her garter belt cutting across the white, freckled expanse. Her tits made the small cups of her bra pull away from her body dangerously and Keith checked them from time to time to see if her titties had broken free yet. The boy knew from experience that if his mother wanted to, she could force her magnificent tits out so far that the front clasp of her little bra burst open.
Anne held her weight on her bent elbows, her hands cupping her son's nuts. She worked them over with just the tips of her nails, scratching and gouging at them in ways that made Keith sputter and squirm. The boy's nuts jumped around, as if they contained Mexican jumping beans instead of delicious come.
"God, Mom, ohhhhh," the boy moaned.
When he looked down at his mother's face, it was like a wet dream come true. She had just the tip of his long prick between her lips, her tongue beating against the sensitive underside. Keith rolled around on the bed, his mother's lips making him crazy. Her mouth held his cock right at the flange of his swollen prick-head and her cheeks puckered in and blew out around it, working slowly and methodically.
Around and around Anne swirled her tongue. She wiggled it across the taut ball of his prick-tip and then probed the hole there with it. She wrote her name with the tip of her tongue, forming the letters carefully and deliberately against her son's prick-knob. She couldn't know if the boy understood what she was doing, but it turned her on no end. It was like she owned him now, as if she had branded him with her own symbol.
"More, take in some more," Keith squealed, trying to force more of his prick into the fine circle of her lips.
But, instead of opening her mouth to more of his prick, Anne drew her lips completely off her son's hard-on. "I'll do it my way or not at all, young man. Do you want me to stop?" she said sharply.
Keith shook his head vigorously, his eyes down cast sheepishly.
"All right then," Anne replied, licking the tip of his cock lovingly. "Now behave."
Again she gulped in his prick-head, her fingertips still grazing the swinging orbs of his balls. She bobbed her head back and forth on the knob of his prick, not taking in anymore than she had before, but working what she did take in more vigorously than ever. Keith sighed and relaxed against the pillows. He'd been worried she might really quit sucking him and he knew that if she did that, his balls would ache for days, even if he jacked himself off. There was just no substitute for his mother's mouth.
Anne's whole body rocked forward with her short sucking strokes. Again Keith's eyes checked on her tits, hoping for the best. One nipple was completely out of its green cuplet now and the other nip looked poised for escape. Keith watched, fascinated by the way his mother's tits moved in their little halter, surging forward as she rocked toward his crotch, sucking in his straining prick-tip.
Anne pushed her hair all to one side of her head, making her cock-sucking that much easier. Keith reached down and gathered up the heavy strands, holding them out of the way so his mother could bob her mouth faster and wetter around his prick. Anne looked up and thanked him with her eyes, her one cheek poked out of shape by the end of her son's prick-tip.
"Oh, yeahhhh," he sighed at the sexy sight.
He held her hair, caressing her stretched cheek with his out-stretched thumb. Her face was so creamy, so fine, so beautiful. Keith wondered if he would ever find another woman who would turn him on like his own mother did.
Anne pulled her head back and gripped the dripping end of her boy's cock with her sharp front teeth. She bit down into the spongy flesh, hearing it crunch slightly. Keith whimpered and squirmed, but he couldn't move too far while she had her teeth around the tip of his prick. Then, smiling up at him to remind him who was boss, she let go of his cock and sucked it back into the soothing cavern of her warm, wet mouth.
"Fuuuuuu," Keith sighed with relief.
Pre-cum spewed from the open slit of her son's prick and Anne swiped it away with the flat of her tongue. She liked the slightly metalic flavor of her boy's cream and she pulled hard on the head of his cock, eager to draw out what she was sure would be a load big enough to fill her cheeks. She wanted to swill his jizz around in her mouth and thoroughly relish it before gulping it down and feeling it warm her waiting belly.
The heated suction around his sensitive prick-head made Keith arch his hips up off the bed.
It was as if his cock had been stuck into the sucking tube of a vacuum cleaner and the boy wondered if his mother intended to eat him whole. He pulled back with all his strength, finally freeing his prick with a telling popping sound.
Anne laughed and licked her lips. "Almost got you that time, huh?" she chuckled.
Keith tried to laugh, too, but the way she had pulled on his prick so mightily had left him too excited to see much humor. When she stifled her laughter and dove back down on his hard-on, the boy felt happier. And when she pulled nearly all of his prick into her mouth and down her throat, Keith thought he had died and gone to heaven.
"Yeah!" he crowed, fucking with short, involuntary strokes against his mother's face. "Fuckin' yeah!"
Anne panted and grunted around her son's cock, working it out now like Keith had wanted all along. He liked this kind of fast, sure fucking.
As it weaved around in the air, Anne's cunt dripped juice. Her pussy was open and available, the cream that wet down those opened cunt-lips chilled in the air of the room.
The coolness turned Anne on and made her eat her boy's cock with ever more urgency. She snorted around Keith's cock, feeling his prick-head bouncing around deep down her throat.
Keith cried out, too, blood pounding in his ears. He and his mother expected to be home alone for a couple of hours while Debbie was at a science meeting at school. With the house to themselves they turned their emotions loose, not feeling they had to hold anything back.
Had they been careful, they might have heard the car drive up and stop in front of the house. If they had not been making so much noise they might have noticed when the front door lock turned and someone called out from downstairs, asking if anyone was home. If they had not been caught up in what they were doing, they might have been aware of the footsteps outside the door, their cries and shrieks having drawn attention to themselves.
But Anne and her son didn't realize they were no longer alone. They were consumed in the fires of fuck-lust and Anne pulled and sucked and licked on her boy's cock like there was no tomorrow. His prick-head dove down into her throat and then bounced back-up to contort the sides of her face. She twirled her mouth around it, fucking up and back and from side to side, working out all her own frustration and wants and needs on Keith's hard-on.
The door cracked open and the visitor was taken aback. The sight on the bed was very shocking. Eyes burned on Anne's sexy outfit and the way she worked so demonically between her son's legs. Gradually shock turned to lust and the visitor leaned against the door jamb, transfixed by the incestuous scene.
Anne pulled her mouth away from her son's prick, letting it bob wetly up against the side of her pretty face. She moved in closer to the boy's crotch, licking at one of his balls until she had scooped the writhing orb between her lips and into her sucking mouth.
"Mommmmmm," Keith grunted, his guts twisting with her sexy ministrations.
Anne held her son's nut in her mouth and hummed against it. Vibrations rang through it and up into Keith's body, making him resound with arousal. Peals of erotic notes shuddered through him, the sensations carrying like chords through struck metal.
The farther down Anne bent, the farther up her ass arched. The white cheeks rolled around, as if just asking to be fucked. Keith could see the start of her ass-crack and the way the taut straps of her garters pulled into her fair skin. His fingers itched to touch her fine ass, to dig into that white, freckled skin. But it was impossible for now. So, instead, the boy caressed her with his eyes, watching her ass-cheeks pucker and dance while she gave him exquisite head.
The visitor watched Anne's ass, too, her motions hypnotic. A mouth hung open, slack, fingers absently working, imagining themselves probing and soothing the hollows and curves of Anne's gyrating ass-cheeks.
Keith grunted and panted, his cream sizzling in his lurching balls. Anne was snuffling loudly at his crotch, her face nearly buried there between his legs. He still held her hair to one side of her slurping face, his fingers gripping the red strands much more tightly than necessary.
All the sensations conspired against Keith. His mother's mouth pulled on his balls, first one and then the other. His wet, slippery prick beat against the side of her bouncing head and Anne blindly reached for it, curling her fingers around the throbbing thing and jakcing on it, too. Keith thought it would lose his mind it was all so good.
When his mother flashed her eyes up, locking them to his, the boy knew he was done for.
Now he saw how her cheeks were drawn in, puckered tightly around his balls. The fuse her mouth had so expertly lit now burned down, touching the dry powder of Keith's emotions.
"Coming!" he bellowed, his head thrown bck and his eyes shut tight. "Ugh! Mom! Ahhhhh!"
The cords in the boy's neck stood out, his whole body taut with passion. Anne grunted and sucked, quickly turning her face to one side to take in his spraying prick. She was so lost in the world of her boy's climax that she didn't see the figure moving across the room toward her. She didn't know that she and Keith had company until she felt the sweaty fingers on the cheeks oFher uplifted, swinging ass.
"Debbie!" she gasped, turning around at the sudden, surprising contact. "Ahhhhh!"
At the sound of his mother's voice, Keith snapped his eyes open and saw the person behind her, stroking her fine ass. For an instant he was shocked speechless, his shooting cream seeming to stop in mid spurt.
"Dad!" he grunted. "Jesus!"
"Shhhhhh," Dave said, turning so his wife and son both saw that his fly was open, his hard-on sticking out. "Don't stop. You two look beautiful together."
"But where have you ... " Anne began. "Shhhhhh," Dave said again. "Let's talk about everything later, Annie."
He ran the drooling tip of his prick along Anne's offered ass-crack. When she tried to speak again, the man pressed down on the back of her head, forcing her face down into Keith's sweaty, sticky crotch.
"That's nice, ahhhhh," Dave sighed, his prick-tip sliding into the open hole of Anne's cunt. "Ahhhhhhh!"-
Anne's mind spun with emotions. Her husband was home! He was back! Dave was here! But in the next instant she resented his return. She and the kids had learned to get along just fine without him and she wasn't sure she could let things go back to the way they had been. And then the perversity of the present situation hit her ... she was fucking with her husband and her son! God! What must Dave think?
"Beautiful, honey, beautiful," Dave grunted as he humped forward, sending his prick halfway inside Anne's cunt-hole.
In awe, Keith watched his father feeding it to his mother. For a few minutes he worried that his father would take his mother away from him. But, as Dave began to fuck his cock in and out of Anne's cunt, he looked up at his son and winked.
"We've got her now, eh, Keith?" And then Dave laughed, loud and long, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.
With each of her husband's forward fuck-strokes, Anne's face was pushed into her son's crotch. The first few pokes Anne took grudgingly, hoping her husband would hurry up and climax. But, gradually, Dave's cock touched all those special places inside of her, places that only he knew from all their years together. Anne felt herself slowly softening, his cock fucking her to happiness. Greedily she opened up her mouth and licked up the spilled cream that dotted her son's prick-shaft and balls.
"Mom!" Keith exclaimed, her tongue taking him by surprise. "Yeah!"
The men locked eyes, working together to fuck Anne. Keith felt no jealousy from his father and they grinned at each other, as if partners in some kind of lewd crime. Keith laughed as his mother's tongue fluttered around his sensitive groin, tickling and stroking him.
Dave ran his hands up and down Anne's thighs, liking the feel of her sheer stockings. He'd never seen her look more lovely ... and to imagine that she was fucking Keith! He couldn't believe it. The very thing that had driven him from his home had obviously taken root while he was away. The horny man couldn't help but wonder if his sexy little Debbie was in on the incestuous fucking, too.
Battered and bounced between the two humping men, Anne felt her emotions soar. She'd never taken two cocks at once before and to start out with her husband and her son was just too much! Anne rolled her ass around, teasing Dave as she sucked in Keith's new hard-on, pulling it far into her mouth.
Her cunt foamed around Dave's cock, juices flowing from it like water from a tap. Her curit-mouth clamped down around his slithering prick-shaft as if they had been made for each other. Anne was quickly reminded what it felt like to be fucked by a man, not a boy.
All the good fucking Keith had been giving her in Dave's absence was well and good but now Anne remembered how good the times with her husband had been. Her mind soared, her cunt filled again and again with Dave's deep, rhythmic fuck-strokes. She moaned and grunted around Keith's prick, an orgasm starting to gather somewhere far inside of her.
"Let it go, honey," Dave panted, slamming his groin against her ass. "Don't hold back!"
"Coming!" Anne shrilled, her body bucking between the two men. "Fuck me, Dave, I missed you so much! God! Fuck meeeee!"
Like he hadn't fucked a woman in months, Dave went wild between his wife's upturned ass. He beat himself against her, his groin slapping against her white ass-cheeks. The rippling sensations that ran up and down the length of her cunt-tunnel felt better to Dave than anything he had ever experienced in his life. As he had just urged his wife to do, he suddenly let himself go, tearing off a big load of cream in the depths of Anne's heated cunt-hole.
"Ahhhhh!" he bellowed, shoving his cock in to the root and holding it there, letting it batter the end of Anne's cunt-channel with its juice.
Wide-eyed in wonder, Keith saw both of his parents drunk with orgasm. His mother's face wore that familiar ecstatic mask and his father's eyes were crazed with passion. The boy looked quickly from one parent to the other, his own loins stirring, his mother's mouth gone lax around his hard-on.
"Jesus!" he gasped as they grunted and moaned with release. "What a show!"
Chapter Ten
After Anne and Dave climaxed, they rolled apart, pulling back away on the bed and looking at each other as if for the first time. Again Anne felt strange around her husband. She felt angry and sad and very glad to see him all at the same time.
Dave, too, felt a little odd once his passion was spent. He kicked his pants all the way off and looked from his sexily clad, nearly naked wife to his son, the boy who had become a man while he was away. Dave gave a short, loud laugh and shook his head.
"This is just too much," he said. "I was gonna apologize for for, ah, leaving like I did and now, ah, you're, ah, sort of doing it, yourself, Anne. You know what I mean."
Anne moved over closer to Keith, wrapping her arms around her son. "You don't have to be so cautious," she said. "Keith and I have no secrets. He knows why you left."
"Yeah," Keith chimed in, "and so does Debbie."
"She does?" Dave gasped, recoiling with fear.
Anne and Keith both nodded.
"Does she hate me?" Dave asked, fearing the worst.
"She only hates that you left us like that, without talking about it and letting us try to work things out," Anne replied.
"Yeah, Dad, why did you do that?"
Dave again shook his head, his eyes downcast and sad. "I can see now that it was a stupid thing to do. But at the time it seemed like my only choice. I didn't want to hurt you all. I'm sorry."
"Well, you did hurt us," Anne said. "But we got along and now things are different around here. The kids and I have grown up. I even got a part-time job."
"You did?" Dave said, his face showing his disapproval. "Yup, in a book store ... and I'm gonna keep it, too."
Dave looked into his wife's eyes, seeing her defiance and independence. "Yeah, okay," he said. "I guess that's only fair."
"And," Anne said, her voice true and strong, "just because you're home again doesn't mean I'm gonna stop, fucking with the kids, either. We like it and you can't stop us!"
"Yeah!" Keith agreed, hugging his mother possessively.
"Whoa, whoa, wait just a minute here," Dave said. "What do you mean 'fucking with the kids'? Is Debbie in on all this, too?"
"Sure!" said Keith. "Sis is a great fuck."
"Jesus!" Dave exclaimed, his balls churning. "You really have made some changes, Anne. I can't believe it!"
"Well, you better believe it because it's true."
Dave laughed nervously. "And to think that I left here because of this sort of thing. Ha! I guess you never know, do you?"
"All you had to do was ask," Anne said. "We would've helped you."
"Yeah, well, I know that now. And I guess
I do have one more question for you." "What, Dad? What can we do-for you now?" "Ah, well," Dave said slowly, the words coming from deep within himself. "Do you think Debbie would fuck with me? I mean, would she want to?"
Anne and Keith both laughed, making Dave feel strange and uncomfortable for a moment. Then Anne reached over and touched her husband's shoulder, giving it a loving squeeze.
"I'm sure she would, darling. Why don't we warm up for her? She should be home pretty soon and then you can ask her yourself."
Anne peeled her husband's shirt off and tossed it away. Then the man was naked, too, and Anne crawled up on top of him, plastering him down with her nearly naked body.
They kissed hotly, Dave's big prick again hard between them. Anne rolled her hips from side to side, grinding his hard-on against the flat expanse of her belly. She could feel the juices that ran from it slicking down her white skin.
Dave wrapped his arms around his wife's back, holding her tightly. His tongue dodged and dueled with hers, their saliva being passed from one open mouth to the other. Anne sucked lewdly on her husband's tongue, drawing it into her mouth and pulling on it with great oral suction.
To have his wife in his arms again was like being in heaven for Dave. He'd been afraid that he might have lost everything because of his un-controlable lust. Now, as he felt Anne wiggling around against him, he realized the he had more than ever before and, if his daughter would indeed let her fuck him, the man knew he would have it all.
Anne bucked her hips, tucking her pelvis in. After a few attempts she managed to capture the head of her husband's cock. When Dave humped toward her, his cock drove right up into the padded cavern of her cunt-hole.
"Honey!" Anne grunted, suddenly wonderfully filled her husband's prick-meat. "Ahhhhh, so good. Do me! Fuck me!"
"Yeah! Go for it, Dad!" Keith cheered, his own hard-on clutched in his fist, his arm pumping on it madly.
Dave's humping, lurching body threw Anne up in the air with his urgent, wild fucking. Her body fucked back at him, her passion also soaring. Their crotches bounced together, their pelvic bones clashing loudly. Wet, sticky sounds came from the tangle of their loins. The load of cream that Dave had already dumped into his wife's cunt was now fucked out of her cunt and it ran from between Anne's moving thighs in white rivers. She felt like she had wet herself, her crotch was so damp and squishy.
With her pussy extra-lubricated, Dave could fuck up into her cunt with more ease than usual. He thrust up hard with his hips, sending his prick to the depths of Anne's opened cunt. His bucking cock beat against the side walls of her cunt, his fucking strokes crazy and erratic. Sometimes his prick-tip hit one side of her cunt-channel, sometimes it hit the other. But whatever it gouged against her, Anne loved it. His fucking made her squeal with joy and she arched her back sharply, pushing her pussy out to meet each of his savage strokes.
His own prick hard as rock, Keith watched his parents go after each other. His prick surged in his fist each time his father's cock fucked deeply into his mother, making Anne cry out in pain-pleasure, the boy couldn't help but wish that he had his cock buried in his mother's heavenly cunt. But he knew that his turn would come around again, soon, and so, for now, he tried to content himself with just watching.
Anne panted hard, her tits almost in her husband's face. Then, when Dave gave her an especially hard jab with his cock, she gasped in happiness and surprise. Just then the moment Keith had been waiting for at last arrived.
"Oh!" Anne exclaimed as the front of her little green bra blew open, letting her titties spill forth.
"Jesus, Mom, that looks hot!" Keith grunted, his balls almost bursting, too.
"Ohhh, honey, you're so beautiful," Dave sighed, leaning forward and shaking his face between the creamy mounds of her free-flowing tits.
Anne moved up on his body, feeding him one of her nipples. Dave drew in the little pink bullet, nipping at it withhis teeth and then sucking it far into the back of his throat. His whole mouth was filled with her copious tit-meat and still plenty of her huge tit remained beyond the limitations of his greedy lips.
"Mmmmmm," Anne hummed, "suck me, daddy, suck me!"
Just then Keith's ears picked up the sound of the backdoor opening. Straining to be sure it was true, he was soon certain that he could hear his sister moving about in the kitchen downstairs. She was home! He couldn't wait to see her expression when she came into the bedroom and saw their parents fucking.
"Debbie's here!" he stage-whispered. "I think I hear her downstairs."
"Oh my God!" Dave gasped, suddenly afraid.
He'd tried to talk himself out of wanting to fuck his daughter for such a long time that now when he was about to get the chance, he nearly didn't want it.
He struggled to get up but Anne made herself heavy on top of him, keeping him pinned. Then she again plastered her mouth to his, trying to soothe him with her mouth and body. Her cunt rolled in small circles around his embedded prick, holding him in place and calming his fears.
"She's on the stairs!" Keith said with muffled urgency.
"Mom?" the girl cried up as she approached the door. "Are you guys in there fucking without me?"
The sound of his little girl's voice sent Dave into paroxysms of passion and dread. Could he do it? Could he fuck her? Would she do it? Would she let him fuck her? All his dreams of seducing his child ran through his brain in the few seconds it took for Debbie to reach the bedroom door and push it open.
"Ma ... what? Oh no!" she exclaimed when she saw that there were three fuckers on the bed instead of just the two she had been expecting.
"Come on in!" Keith said, bounding toward the door, his hard-on leading the way. "Dad's home ... and he wants to fuck you!"
Like a zombie, Debbie let her brother propel her to the side of the bed. Her father's hand reached out for her and Anne slowly pulled her body down and away from Dave.
"Hello, Debbie, darling," Dave said softly, taking his daughter's hand in his. "You look even more lovely than I remember. How have you been?"
"Fine," Debbie said simply, her mind gone crazy with the surprising situation.
"I'm sorry I left you all the way i did," Dave said to the girl. "I hope you can forgive me."
Debbie nodded slowly, her eyes raking down her father's body. She saw that his prick was still slick and shiny with her mother's cunt-juices, rolling against his belly.
"You know why I went away, don't you?" Dave said softly.
"Mum-hum," Debbie replied, still looking at his hard-on.
"Can you tell me?" Dave said, well aware of where she was looking.
Suddenly Debbie's eyes snapped from her father's prick to his leering face. "You went away because you wanted for fuck me but you were afraid," she said with bare frankness.
Dave laughed at her openness. "Well, I'm not afraid anymore, honey. Will you, will you fuck me?"
Anne and Keith both wanted to scream out their answers for her. They barely managed to control themselves, certain that Debbie would say yes, but wanting to hear it from her own precious lips.
"No," she said, shocking everyone. "I don't wanna fuck you. I want you to fuck me!"
His heart beating again after a near seizure, Dave grabbed his little girl and pulled her up to the bed. He held her up over him, looking at her for just a moment. Then he settled her onto her back beside him and began to take her clothes off.
As if he were unwrapping the most expensive of gifts, Dave unbuttoned his daughter's blouse and peeled it back, exposing her pink training bra. Then he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down while the girl kicked off her loafers. For an instant Dave just looked at her lying there in her bra, panties and knee-socks. Then he thrust his hand into the crotch of her panties and jerked them away, revealing the sparsely haired muffin of her little pussy.
"Oh, honey," Dave gushed, rolling over on top of his little girl. "God, how I love you!" Their lips met and Anne and Keith looked at each other. They both felt like life had finally all fallen into the correct order as they watched Debbie and Dave caressing and kissing. They embraced, too, Anne quickly moving her hand down to take hold of her boy's rigid prick-shaft. Debbie opened her thighs as her father wormed one knee in between them. Dave eased his full weight down on the girl and she took it gladly. Already she could feel his cock dripping against her inner leg and she couldn't wait to feel it pulsing inside of her cunt. She'd sized it up with her eyes before and she knew what it would fill her cunt like she had never been filled before.
Dave took hold of his prick and moved it toward the waiting hole of his daughter's cunt. He shook with anticipation. At last he was about to feel that one thing that had always seemed too illusive. At last he was about to fuck his own daughter!
"Oh, Daddy!" Debbie cried out with slight pain when he forced the tip of his big prick between her young cunt-lips. "Oh, yeah!"
Dave put all his weight behind his cock-shaft, bearing down on the girl with a constant pressure. His cock pried open her cunt, making its way slowly through the ring of her cunt-muscles and into the sweetness beyond.
Debbie whimpered, her little body trying to adjust to her father's prick. But, while her body seemed to be suffering, the hot expression on her face told Dave that she wanted to keep going just as much as he wanted to himself.
"Yeah, Daddy, more," she panted, her face red with exertion.
Across the bed, Anne jacked on her son's cock, both of them watching eagerly the progress of Dave and Debbie. Anne's hand flew up and down the shaft of Keith's cock and the boy's eyes were glued right on the shaft of his father's cock, which he saw gradually disappear into the cunt of his sister.
After much panting and snorti i from his sister and father, Keith could no longer see any of Dave's cock. The boy felt his own prick lurch in his mother's fist. Debbie had taken it all! She had all of their dad's prick inside of her!
"You okay, baby, huh?" Dave grunted to his daughter.
"Um-hum, Daddy, fuck me!" Debbie whimpered in reply.
Free to at last do what he had wanted for so long, Dave threw himself at his girl, his hips slamming against her crotch, making sure she had all of his prick. Then he jerked himself out of her pussy, giving her a moment to rest before he drove his prick back into her, again making her shrill with pain and pleasure.
Debbie's mind was a red fog of passion and pain. She loved the idea of having her father's cock inside of her but the reality was a little hard on her. She tried to relax, her inner muscles loosening around Dave's big prick. She breathed in short, timed gasps, willing her body to accept the prick her father was feeding it.
"Yeah, fuck him, Deb!" Keith crowed, no longer bale to stay out of it. "Fuck him like crazy!"
"Do him good, baby," Anne added. "Show him how much we missed him."
Debbie threw her arms and legs up around her father's body, hugging him to her with all her strength. Tipped up, her cunt opened to him a bit more and Dave fucked back and forth into it with more ease. The pain she'd felt at first penetration began to ebb and Debbie began to move her body, too, fucking back at Dave as much as he was fucking at her.
Their bodies knocked together, his cock threatening to tear a hole in the end of her teenaged fuck-tunnel. His big cock bored in time and again, her shiny tunnel nearly strangled it. It was almost as if Debbie's cunt-channel was so tight it made Dave's cock lengthen, his girth forced into length.
She took as much of his prick as she could and milked it with her young, strong muscles. She had learned a bit about fucking in the mouths she and her mother and brother had spent alone together and she turned all her sexy knowledge loose on Dave's prick.
Dave groaned and sighed, his face contorted with pleasant lust. Already his daughter's pussy was beginning to take its toll on him. He humped her faster and harder, eager to get off this first time and then fuck Debbie again, with slower, less urgent strokes. This first come with her would be quick. But the second and all the ones after that he would take slow and easy, relishing every minute his cock was buried inside his daughter's little pussy.
"Get ready, baby, ahhhh! Gonna come, Deb! Gonna fill you up with my cream!"
"Do it, Daddy!" she cried, her little body humping back at him. "I want it! Give me all your cream!"
Their eyes burning because they were afraid to blink, for fear they might miss something good, Anne and Keith waited breathlessly for Debbie to be deluged with Dave's cock-cream. Anne's hand moved without even being told to, automatically jacking her son off while they watched the other writhing couple reach their peak.
"Take it!" Dave bellowed, his body flexing above Debbie's. "Ahhhhh, honey!"
"I feel it, Daddy!" she squealed in reply.
"Yeah!"
Their own loins taut with need, Anne looked over her shoulder, back at Keith. "Now it's all perfect," she said, squeezing her son's cock. "Now we can all be happy."
