She was crying when I came in, sitting on the black and gold-weave sectional sofa in the living room, bathed in diffused light from the calypso dancer lamp on the end table beside her. My breath caught. My belly turned over. I could see up the dress ... all the way to her pussy.
Quietly I closed the door, stole across the dark foyer to the archway between the front hall and living room. I shouldn't be looking, I knew. Especially now, since she was crying. I had never entered the house without being stricken anew by her lush beauty, but she couldn't see me there in the shadows, in the hall.
Throat dry, I eyed the long legs I had dreamed about night after night. Round knees. Nylon stockings afire with soft lamplight. Before leaving for school that morning, I had watched her squeeze into the jersey knit minidress-as platinum gold, but not nearly so soft as her hair-which now rested high on her thighs, exposing the hot, damp shadow area at the top of the stockings.
I loved her. God help me ... I was fifteen years old and loved her. I closed my eyes and it was morning again and she was dressing and I could see the deep cleft of her ass, the almost-white triangle showing through the crotch of the panties. "God! God!" I whispered, recalling Sunday School lessons ... Thou shalt not! Thou shalt not! and thinking I spent my whole life looking at her.
Her sobs grew loud, bringing me abruptly back to the foyer, to now. Why was she crying? I wondered. Daphne? My sister? I saw visions of her party-hat tits crushed beneath the wheels of a car ... blonde-red pussy cold and lifeless ... quivery thighs closed to the world forever. Usually, this time of night, Daphne was in her room, radio blasting, or sprawled with her cute ass in the air on the living room floor; gossiping, talking nonsense with her giggly teenage girl friends. Now nothing. Now only the soft mewing sobs from the sofa.
My gaze climbed the inside of one leg to her lap. Her knees were apart ... not much, but enough for a glimpse of the panties. My dick began to pulse and grow. My nuts ached. I moved farther back in the shadows ... clutching the front of my pants ... watching her breasts heave ... braless nipples straining against the knit dress ... watching the sobs wrack her body, widen the gap at her knees; and, as if it was meant to be, show me the soft blonde wedge at the top of the stockings.
"Thou shalt not! Thou shalt not!" I demanded of the hard thing in my pants leg. But rubbing. Working myself toward orgasm. Unable to stop.
God? Was there a God, I wondered. An all-powerful being who saw and knew everything? Knew of my thoughts about Daphne, and worse-what I was now thinking?
"Why'd you make her so beautiful and young?" I demanded under my breath. "Why! Goddammit! Why? Why'd you make her my mother?"
"Johnny? Is that you, honey?"
"Ahhh ... yeah, Mom." I entered the living room. The thing in my pants leg still bulged. But Mom had seen me with a hard-on before, often teased me about it-calling it her "Johnny-boy mini-peg."
"My Johnny-boy." From the sofa, her gray-green eyes blinked huge tears at me. They slid down her flawless cheeks, paused at the corners of her wide, full-lipped pink mouth, continued down and under her small round chin, and cut streaks down the ivory column of her neck to her bosom. She opened her arms, leaned forward, reaching out to me. "Johnny," she wept. "Johnny! Johnny! Come to Momma, honey."
I hesitated only a moment. Then my head was against the warm cleavage at the neck of the low-cut dress, my arms were around her waist, and I was smelling the perfume, the sweetness of her, and experiencing the electric tingle of her soft thigh pressed to mine.
Sweet Jesus, I thought. Help me. Help me not to think of her this way. Then, one thought coming upon the other, no pause between: Mother Mary ... I'd give anything, anything I own or ever hope to possess, to be able to put my hard dick in the hair at the top of her thighs.
Mom wept for a while, holding me close, big breasts and nipples heaving softly against my face. I was content to lie quietly in her arms, smelling her, touching her furtively-inches away from the thing I wanted, yet farther away than Pop, more distant than Vietnam, a moon-flight between me, my stiff cock, and the hot little blonde hole at the top of her thighs. Incest! Christ! The word made me shiver. What would Pop say, I wondered. What would he do if he were able to crawl inside my head, see my thoughts, and suddenly, miraculously, aware of my secret desires, find a way home from the outpost in Southeast Asia?
Was he, too, at that very moment, thinking of Mom in that way? I envisioned him lying in a bunker ... remembering the last leave, months before, when he had sent me and Daphne off on every foolish errand he could dream up-getting us out of the house, getting Mom's clothes off, into bed, no sooner the door closed. And at night. Christ! At night! Listening! Listening! Lying in bed, in the room next to theirs, hearing Mom's little love noises, able to tell what was happening by the sounds they made. Daphne, too. Sneaking into my room to giggle and gossip about it. Making it worse. Putting a pussy, not nearly so soft, so blonde, so appealing, but a pussy, nonetheless, within my reach.
Now, as if by accident, I let my hand drop from Mom's waist, down her hip, and cup-as if I held china, precious, breakable Dresden, as if the slightest telltale pressure would shatter my dream-hardly touch, but cup one soft half of her ass. Didn't she know? Couldn't she feel my hand shaking against her? Couldn't she tell by the long stiff thing in my pants leg, that I was no longer her Johnny-boy baby, and the bloated thing she referred to as a mini-peg was now king size and aching with need of her?
Finally Mom pulled away. She took hold of my shoulders, held me at arm's length. Succulent lower lip atremble, she whispered, "He's d-d-dead, Johnny."
"Who?"
"Daddy. Your father."
"Pop?" I couldn't believe it. I had been thinking about him only the moment before. He was alive in my mind.
Mom nodded, trying to be brave for my sake, trying to hold back the tears. "They ... they killed him, Johnny. The Viet Cong. They overran his outpost last night and this morning, when the relief team arrived, they found him ... facedown in a rice paddy." Slowly she opened her fist and showed me the crumpled telegram in the palm of her hand.
She's mine! I thought. Mine. Mine! Mine! I hurriedly buried the wish. It was a horrible thing to be thinking, I told myself. "Where ... where's Daphne?" I asked.
"She cried herself to sleep-poor little darling. 'My daddy the soldier,' she used to say. Oh, Johnny ... what am I going to do? Daphne's only thirteen, and you-"
Again her voice broke. Again she clutched me tight to her warm body. Again I felt her soft thigh pressed against mine. I glanced down. A gasp escaped from my lips. She clutched me tighter, breath on my neck, fiery hot and hard nipples boring holes in my chest-thinking, I suppose, the gasp was a sigh of grief. But there was no grief in me. Only lust. For the dress had ridden high on her lap and now I could see the soft swell of hair beneath the white, white like her pussy, white like the hair on her head, nylon panties.
"Don't worry, Mom," I told her. "I'll look after you and Daphne. I'll help you forget. You're young yet. Thirty-three. And beautiful ... prettier, built better than any girl I know. You still have me. I love you more than anything-more than Pop loved you."
"My Johnny," she wept. "My Johnny-boy mini-peg."
She didn't seem to notice or care about the hand on her panties, on her ass where the minidress had ridden up in back.
Pop's medal came in a white leather case, with a brass plate reading LIEUTENANT JOHN JOSEPH. Mom set it at the center of the mantel, and for days-after the memorial service I didn't attend because Daphne was sick and someone had to look after her-she sat and slept on the sofa in the living room, staring at nothing, crying in spurts, not even looking at me when I came in from school.
But I looked at her. I looked at her long, lovely legs, and thought about the night the telegram came ... the softness of her ass ... the feel of her nipples digging into my chest. I envisioned her blonde pussy. I imagined myself suspended above her, hard dick slipping in and out between the wet lips of her cunt. For more than a week, while she mourned, I crept about the house, waiting. It would end eventually, I knew. And when it did, I knew, too, Mom would be wanting a man.
Daphne was another problem. All her spirit was gone, it seemed. Each day, after school, she went to her room and refused to acknowledge phone calls or friends at the door. I hated to see her like that ... shuffling to meals in a wrinkled mini-slip and panties ... enormous blue eyes red and black-ringed from crying. She was so tiny, so helpless. It was Mom I wanted, more than anything, but Daphne, with her pointed, braless little tits, round ass and plump pussy, brought my dick to attention every time she walked past.
It was late afternoon, two weeks after the telegram, when I came home to find Mom had again gone to church to light candles. There was a PS at the end of the note she'd left me: TRY TO CHEER UP YOUR SISTER. YOU'RE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE NOW, JOHNNY.
I glanced sharply toward Daphne's closed door. Mom had been spending a lot of time in church and would be gone at least an hour, I knew. I went quickly to my room, changed, and silently opened the door across the hall.
My cock leaped. Daphne was curled on the bed, in the cute way she had of sleeping ... knees high, almost even with her belly, mini-slip bunched at her tiny waist. From the door, I could see where the panties were sunk deep in the dark crack of her ass.
Blood beating a guilty tattoo in my temples, wanting to, not wanting to, afraid, anxious, I moved to the foot of the bed. Now I could see the short red-gold hairs beneath and protruding from the leg band of the panties. Groaning, I clutched the front of my pants. I thought back ... to when Daphne had only two or three glistening hairs on her pussy ... to the wrestling games, me on top, dry fucking like crazy between her soft young thighs, I recalled the first time I shot off in my shorts atop her. She was only eleven, me thirteen, I recalled, and I remembered the surprised look on her face when she felt my wet hardness digging into her hot crotch. "Wha ... what happened, Johnny?" she'd asked. When I told her, explained I was coming as Pop did when he fucked Mother, she blushed bright red and tried to scramble away, and had made me hold her down forcefully while I came again and again.
And other times, too. Times when Pop was home on leave, and he and Mom fucked so hard neither one of us could sleep. Times when Daphne came to my room to talk, and we fell asleep locked in each other's arms. Times when I awoke first with a piss hard-on ... secretly moved her panties aside, rubbed the hard head of my dick in her gash, and got my nuts off while she sighed, moving about restlessly in sleep.
Now I stood at the foot of the bed, gripping my stiff cock, remembering the buckets of cum I'd shot off around and against Daphne's tight little love hole, but never, not once, inside her hot, adorable, pink and red-blonde pussy.
"Sis? You awake?" I waited a moment, then moved to the side of the bed. I sat on the edge, close behind her. My gaze traveled from her long, red-blonde hair, tied into a ponytail, to the plump halves of her ass. I groaned. Tentatively I touched the back of one warm creamy thigh.
"Jesus! Help me not do this," I whispered. My hand trembled. "Invest! Mom and Daphne. I want both of them. Why ... why'd you have to make them so fucking soft!"
Cautiously, so as not to wake her, wanting to fuck her, but afraid, wondering if she was a virgin still, what she'd say if she awoke and caught me, I moved my fingers up ... slowly up, until my hand lay cupped against the underside of one fleshy buttock. My cock ached with wanting to be embedded in Sis' tight pussy. It was so hard I thought sure it was going to burst through the zipper at the crotch of my pants.
God! God! I thought, wanting to, not wanting to. I undid my fly. My swollen dick sprang free. I rubbed the head ... milking the cum up from my nuts while exploring the hot separation between Sis' delectable half-moons.
Again I groaned. Closing my eyes, I thought about Mom. My hand moved over Daphne's younger, smaller contours, but it was Mom's wet cunt I envisioned ... snapping beneath me ... opening and closing hotly on the length of my cock. I dug my fingers into little Daphne's anus, her pussy, and recalled all the times I'd arranged to catch Mom in corners and rub my hard-on on her wide, wonderful ass.
Suddenly Daphne stirred beneath my touch. Hastily, not wanting her to see my excitement-yet wanting her to; wanting her to see and hold it in her tiny, warm fist-I pulled my hand away and fumbled to get my prick inside the pants. Too late!
"Johnny Joseph!" Wide-eyed, gaze riveted to my lap-as if mesmerized by the long stiff thing half in, half out of my pants-Daphne tugged at the back of the mini-slip. But the garment was too short and, no matter how hard she tried to cover herself, I could still see the ripe underside of her plump behind.
"It's only a cock, Sis. See?"
Daphne crinkled her cute little nose. "Put it away, Johnny. PLEEZE!"
"Ain't you never seen one before?"
"NOOO!"
Speculatively, I studied the minx. Her mouth hung slightly open. Her full pouting lower lip glistened. Her blue eyes flashed. And how she was watching my cock! Although she tried to pretend outrage, I knew the look in her eye ... knew she was fascinated by the sight of rigid man-meat and, I suspected, was remembering the times we'd wrestled and the feel of it digging in the hot pocket between her child-woman thighs.
I let my dick jump free. She blinked as the full eight inches stood up from my fly. "Well, you may never have seen one," I told her, lifting one leg onto the bed, to give her a better look, "but you sure as hell felt mine pokin' your pussy lots of times. Touch it some. Feel it." I reached for her hand.
"Johnny, don't! S-Stooop!" Daphne tried to yank her hand away. She twisted around, onto her back, soft little thighs wide. The slip rode up, exposing the almost transparent panties and the red-blonde wedge beneath. She squirmed. "I ... I'm a good girl!" she yelped.
I held tight to her slim wrist; held her hand against my stiff rod. I eyeballed her pussy ... the spring-like hairs peeking from the leg band of the panties. My dick jerked against her tiny, warm fingers. "Close your hand, Sis. Jerk me off."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Shit! I thought. I could feel her fingers begin to close, hesitate. And I could see her small slit ... where the nylon panties were sunk deep in the pink lips of her cunt. And a damp spot ... where she was coming in her pants ... making it wet for a cock to slip easily into her lower belly. I squeezed her wrist Chest tight, throat dry, I ordered, "Make a fist. Gimme a hand job."
Daphne winced and bit her lower lip. "You ... you're hurting me, Johnny. I ... I never...." Her eyes pleaded with me.
"You mean you never been fucked?"
"Uh-uh."
"Christ! A virgin. I never copped a cherry." My gaze jumped from her snatch to her braless breasts, the nipples showing bright pink through the slip back to her crotch. With my free hand, I touched her knee. Slowly I moved my fingers up the inside of one creamy thigh.
"Please don't, Johnny ... you ... you're m-my brother! And Daddy ... how can you even think of ... of ... oh! How can you even get hard with Daddy dead and all?"
I paused for a moment to look deep into Sis' sad, tear-filled eyes. A stab of guilt, of conscience, passed through me. Pop! Was there something wrong with me, I wondered. I couldn't feel a thing over Pop's death. No grief. No deprivation. All his death meant to me was a chance to do to Mom, beautiful Mom, what I'd been wanting to do since the nights we slept together when I was a kid. I looked into Daphne's sweet young face and wished, for a moment, I could feel what she felt for Pop. But no! All I could feel was the silk-like texture of her inner thigh ... and the heat, the magic, the magnificent feeling of her tiny hand beginning to close around my hard cock.
"We ... we hardly knew Pop," I told her. "Remember what he used to say? A twenty-year man! An absentee father! He knew it, too. Sometimes he looked at me like I was a stranger. And I was, kinda. You, too. If you put all his leaves together, end to end, he didn't spend a full year with us since you were a baby. You gotta stop thinking about him. He's dead. Dead and buried!"
Daphne began to cry in earnest. I watched the huge tears stream down her unblemished cheeks and realized, suddenly-whether she knew it, or admitted it to herself or not-she felt about Pop the way I felt about Mother. If he were there, at that very moment, I was certain she'd gladly take him between her gaped open legs and grind her sweet virgin cunt onto his cock. The realization, a rationalization, perhaps, banished the last shred of guilt from my mind. For if Daphne was willing to fuck her own father, I reasoned, fucking me, her brother, was a mere needle in an incestuous haystack.
I removed my hand from her thigh and closed her trembling fingers on the shaft of my cock. "Don't think about him, Sis. Think about this ... how nice it'll feel up your belly. I know you like it. Don't pretend. You used to strain like crazy when we wrestled ... your pussy all wet ... tits hard. Lots of girls fuck their brothers. Move your hand on my thing. Feel how smooth it is. And hard. Jesus! You make it so hard!"
Daphne whimpered. But her small hand moved slowly, tentatively, up and down, up and down, up and down the full length of my tool. I let go of her wrist, unwrapped my hand from hers. Her tiny fingers stayed put. I returned my hand to her thigh ... crept up ... cupped her hot, beginning to smell, I could smell it, pussy. She shivered. Her mouth cropped open as if she were about to protest.
"Remember," I hurriedly asked, "how you used to sneak in my room late at night when they were doing it? And cuddle against me? And wake up next morning with hard cum all over your panties, the bed?"
Sis nodded. She looked so innocent lying there, so vulnerable, small. But her hand was becoming bolder. Her fingers moved to the mark of my circumcision, brushed lightly across the torpedo-shaped head, the aperture. It was my turn to shiver. My balls grew tight. The thick vein along the underside of my joint throbbed maniacally. "Suck it awhile," I told her.
Again Daphne crinkled her nose in the cute way she had of indicating she found something distasteful. I recalled a time, years before, when I had brought a garter snake into the house, and instead of yelling and jumping about like other girls did, all little Daphne did was crinkle her nose.
"Just a little kiss," I coaxed, moving along the edge of the bed, placing my rigid cock within reach of her moist, strawberry lips. "Try. If you don't like it, we'll ... well, we'll do something else. We'll fuck maybe. I'll bust your cherry."
"Nooo!" breathed Daphne. "I ... I'm scared. I ... I'm so tight down there. I ... oh! OWWW! Don't feel me there, Johnny. DON'T!"
I had moved the panties aside and was twisting one finger between the hot lips of her cunt. I found her clit, rubbed.
"OHHHHHHHHH! Stop! You ... you're ram-making me all w-wet down there."
"Then kiss my cock."
Hesitantly, eyes as big as half dollars, Daphne's small head came off the pillow. She leaned over my lap ... small, bow-shaped mouth inches above my rod. I felt her damp breath on the tip. "Suck it!" I ordered, gripping her head and forcing her parted lips onto the glans.
I gasped as her small mouth made contact, dug my fingers hard into her pussy as sharp little teeth scraped over the fat tip. "Take it all in your ... ahhhhhh! Take it all in your mouth, Sis. Ah Christ! Don't stop. Suck me home. Suck!" I pressed down on the back of her small, beautiful blonde head ... forcing her face down the entire length of my shaft.
Daphne gagged. "John-neeeeeee!" she wailed in a muffled, terrified voice.
I relented. I let her spit my wet dick from her face. She continued to gag, cough, and stare with big frightened eyes at the meat standing tall in my lap.
"That ... that was horrible!" Daphne lay back, sweet thighs open once more, bush showing, and wiped her mouth with the corner of the pillowcase.
I lay down on my side beside her, and gathered her tiny, trembling body into my arms. Her fragile hands touched my chest. She sniffled against my shoulder. "I won't make you suck it," I soothed, moving one hand slowly, ever so slowly, so as not to frighten her, down to her incredibly small waist. I was determined to fuck her ... to be the first to make her thighs quiver and open and take a stiff joint all the way up the tight pink pocket between her delectable thighs. My dick was so hard with anticipation, so anxious, I thought sure I'd pop off before it was in her. But I had to move slowly, I knew :. . had to make her so hot, so willing, she'd forget the fear of taking the first cock into her belly.
It was that way with all the first-timers, it seemed ... all the young ones whose cherries I'd busted. like twelve-year-old Marie, from down the street, whose hairless cunt I'd penetrated twice. She was just like Daphne, Marie was; shy, afraid at first, but wanting to fuck as much as I knew Daphne wanted to. I remembered the first time, in her cellar, on a pile of old clothes.
I pulled Daphne close ... recalling how Marie had cried and protested. I thought about Mom; how it would be when I got into her, got my hand inside her panties, my finger high in her ass-hole, the head of my joint at the white-blonde gate to paradise. My fingers found the hem of Sis' slip, lifted it high, and groped at the waistband of her panties.
"D-don't ... f-f-f...."
"Fuck you?"
"Don't do it!" she cried, squirming under my touch. "You ... you're too big, Johnny. I almost strangled when it was in my mouth. An ... an ... oh! Oh, Johnny don't! T-t-take your finger away from ... from ... OHHH! OH, JOHN-NEEEEE!"
Thinking about Mom, her wide ass, I twisted my finger high up Sis' ass-hole. I forced her pussy against me. "Jeez! You're so fucking tight back there, Daph. Man! I'd sure like to fuck you there."
"NOOOOOO! Oh! Oh, stop, Johnny!"
"Undo my belt buckle. We'll ... we'll do like we used to. Wrestle. In underwear. I won't hurt you, Sis."
"P-promise Johnny?"
My heart leaped. Daphne was precious. I wanted to squeeze 'til she broke. I kissed her hair, her eyes ... loving her almost as much as Mother. I kissed her soft, so soft, pouting lips
... recalling the last time Mom had let me sleep with her-only days before the telegram announcing Pop's death arrived-and kissed me good night, jokingly calling me her "Johnny-boy mini-peg," and pressing my head to her bosom, and falling asleep with my cock jerking against her shortie pajamas. With Sis in my arms, her lush little body trembling against me, eyes closed, breathing becoming more rapid as I explored her behind, I thought again about how good it would be when Mom conquered the grief, and, as she'd done so many times before, saw in me the image of Pop.
Sighing, Daphne opened her lovely mouth against mine. Forgetting Mom for the moment, I drove my tongue in and out ... keeping time with the finger stabbing in and out Sis' rectum. I felt her hand fumbling at my belt and thought, Mary! Holy fucking Mother of God! Sis was going to let me do her ... stick my rock-hard, maniac dick, in her tight hairy pussy. I drove my joint between her velvet thighs, inches from the tiny slit. I humped and dug in her ass and sucked her sweet breath, her tongue, into my mouth.
When Daphne had gotten my pants open, her fingers toyed with the sensitive sacs beneath my shorts. I tore my lips from her mouth, gasped. "Reach inside," I told her. "Hold my cubes in your hand."
Sis giggled, raised one fragile hand to her mouth, and burrowed her nose into my T-shirt.
"What's funny?"
"Cubes! I ... I never heard them called that before." Her free hand darted inside the jockey shorts. "You're silly, Johnny. Cubes sounds like something you put in the freezer." Again she giggled-a high, adorable tee-hee-hee. She hugged me with one small arm. "Sometimes I wish ... I wish ... I wish you weren't my brother!" she blurted. "Then we could maybe do ... if you weren't my brother may I ... we...."
Helpless, a little girl again, Daphne stared into my eyes. But her hand wasn't helpless. I gasped as her baby doll fingers closed hot and tight on my balls.
"Sis baby. Jesus!"
"I love you so."
I kissed the twin peaks of her tits showing taut through the slip. God! I thought. She's ready to fuck! She's ready! She's ready! I looked from her firm little breasts, to her crotch. My breath caught. The panties had slipped low on her small but gently curving hips. Coils of red-blonde hair peeked from the waistband. I popped my finger out of her ass-hole and, before she could protest, yanked the undergarment down.
"John-neee! NOOO! You ... you promised!" Daphne abandoned my cubes and tried to adjust the panties, to cover her glistening pussy. Sunlight from the window at the side of the bed made the gold curlicues sparkle as if charged with electricity. As she struggled, the slit at the bottom of her wedge opened into two puffy pink halves and the darker pink mouth of her love hole winked.
I thrust my cock at her. "Let's fuck, Daphne. I'll go easy. I promise for real this time," I said in desperation. "NOOO!"
"You said you love me."
"I ... I dooo!"
"Jesus! Lookit your cunt! It's dripping all over the bedspread."
"Johnny, stop. Stooooooooop!"
I caught both her hands, held them trapped. I couldn't stand anymore, couldn't wait another second to experience the thrill of feeling my cock force its way into the lips of her cunt and through the maidenhead deep inside. Ignoring her protests, her cries, I rolled Sis onto her back and used my knees as a pry to force her perfect little legs open. The elastic waistband of the panties pulled tight across the top of her quivery thighs, partially blocking the hole I was after. My pants were in the way, cumbersome. It was almost like rape-like taking what I wanted, taking cunt, from my baby sister. But we had gone too far to stop. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, didn't care anymore whether or not she was willing. So I raised her small arms above her head, pinned her slim wrists with one hand; and, reaching down between our bodies, to her squirming hips, tore the nylon undergarment from her thighs. Daphne yelped. She whimpered and fought She jerked her head from side to side on the pillow and tried to wiggle her cunt away when I placed the fat head of my cock at the hot wet mouth.
"Lift your hips, Sis. Help me."
"I ... I won't! I won't! I won't I wooon't!"
I thrust, buried the throbbing head of my dick in her virgin pussy."
"Oh, no. NOOO! It ... it hurts. It's too big, Johnny. It'll never go in. It ... OWWWWW!"
I was beyond hearing her pleas. Again I thrust. But the inner walls of her cunt were like a silk vise, and my meat, six hard inches still outside her pink hole, would go no further. "Open up, Sis," I grunted. "Jesus! You're so fucking tight! Raise your knees. Place your feet wide on the bed and lift your ass into me."
"I won't! You ... you can't make me! You ... OHHHH! OH, JOHNNY, YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEE!
With my free hand, I pressed down on her little round belly. I'd heard that applying pressure to the lower abdomen relaxed the cunt muscles, and, as I pressed down, careful not to hurt her but determined to make her give, the head of my prick began to penetrate deeper. I watched the cylinder go in until the tip encountered a barrier. Her cherry, I wondered. God! I pulled back ... watching the puffy lips of her cunt pout outward, then fold in along the sides of my driving dick.
"JOHN-NEEEEEEEE!"
The barrier gave like an elastic band snapping. The head of my joint ground its way deep inside her belly ... deeper, deeper still, until the last inch was planted, and my balls lay triumphantly against the soft underside of her adorable little ass. Gasping, my cock breathing inside her, I fell with my head in the niche at Sis' shoulder. I kissed her neck, her ear. I let go of her wrists, released the pressure on her belly, and shivered as her feathery inner cunt muscles closed tightly along the pulsing length of my shaft, encasing it completely.
"You're my brother," said Daphne in a voice barely above a whisper. Her tiny hands tried to lift me. She continued to fight ... smooth thighs brushing mine as she twisted and tried to eject the hard thing deep in her red-blonde pussy. But she was weakening despite herself. For as I worked the straps of the slip off her creamy shoulders, exposing her titties, and covered one rigid peak with my mouth, the noises she made became deep-throated pleasure sounds, and her hips, her delectable little bottom, began a sensuous, rhythmic, up and down, side to side, grinding, straining, willing and eager fuck motion.
"That's it, Sis. Don't ... ahhh! Don't fight it Fuck! Open ... ohhhah! Open your thighs. All the way. Do like I ... ummm ... said! Raise your knees and ... ahhhhhhh! Raise 'em and dig your feet into the bed. Fuck me!"
"Al ... all right Johnny. John-neeeee!"
"Daph." I kissed her swollen lips, reached down, gripped her legs in the crook of the knee. Following my instructions, she lifted her knees, planted her heels, and thrust her hips, her pussy, up into me. My hands crept along the underside of her thighs, savoring the velvety texture, the warmth, the fullness, and came to rest on the quivering halves of her bottom. There was something extra-special about ass flesh, I thought ... fingers tracing the hot crack ... spreading the cheeks ... letting them jiggle together. It was like no other part of the body: at once, soft and firm, resilient ... warm and shivery, unsilly Silly Putty. I envisioned MOM'S LOVELY ASS. It was twice as wide, twice as delectable, twice as everything as the tender half-moons bucking like a nervous bronc in the palms of my hands.
Daphne broke the kiss. Her mouth dropped open. "Johnnny, I ... I feel all funny inside my belly. Oh! Oh, what's happening? My ... my pussy feels all tingly and ... and ... and ... eeeeeee! EEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
She was coming, I knew; her first orgasm with man-meat in her twat. I could feel the tiny muscles milking my cock, as if there were a million fingers gently tugging, tugging, tugging the cream up from my nuts.
"Fuck! Don't stop, Sis, Keep your ... OHJE-SUSCHRIST! Keep your sweet pussy working. Man! Man-o-man!"
Driving my stink-finger high into her rectum, I pulled back and slammed the roots of my cock into her glistening wedge. Sis moaned, rolled her enormous blue eyes. Her cunt nipped at the head of my tool. Again I pulled back, drove harder. Her straining hips came a full foot off the bed.
"JOHN-JOHN-JOUNNYOWWWWWW! Do it! Do it to me! Do it hard! Harder! Do it! Do it!" Daphne's arms encircled my neck, held tight. Lifting one foot off the bed-tentatively, shyly, her gorgeous little leg trembling-she rested her ankle on the back of my thigh.
"Lift the other one, too, Sis. Put both your legs ... ahhh! Both your legs around me: High! All the way up around my waist. I ... mannnnnn! I can get more stiff cock in you that way."
Daphne obeyed. Whimpering, chewing her pink lower lip, she raised her legs high on my back, crossed and locked them at the ankle. Her adorable thighs applied pressure to my sides as I had applied pressure to her belly moments before. Her hips did a frantic love dance beneath me. And her pussy-God! Her hot little pussy! Her cunt went wild, completely berserk ... shafting, unshafting itself ... making faint suction noises ... sucking me in ... retreating and spewing juice over me and the bed.
I wanted to hold back, to make her come more than once, make it so good she'd never again resist, before blasting off. But she was too good, too anxious. I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt the blast, like a knot, a love tie, gathering at the base of my shaft. Gripping the tender cheeks of her ass for all I was worth, I slammed my hardness once ... twice ... three times into her. My lungs emptied. I choked on the exquisite sensation announcing orgasm. Dropping my mouth to her tits, her lovely, pink and white ice cream cones, I bit down on one nipple. I planted my dick, to the roots, and ground wiry cock hair into the red-gold and downy stuff crowning her sex.
"Fuck meeeeeeee!" cried Daphne as the first spurt shot off high in her belly. Her sheath, although sopping wet, grew tighter. She wiggled her adorable ass. She panted. She shimmied her legs higher on my back and, straining and whispering incoherently, fought as furiously for hot cum as she'd fought to keep me from plowing her.
"Momma," I sobbed as spurt after spurt of hot cream flew from the glans of my cock. I closed my eyes and nibbled Daphne's sweet nipples dug my fingers into Daphne's young ass, and emptied my sacs in Daphne's incredibly tight, deliciously willing, no longer virgin pussy. But it was Mom, not Sis, I was fucking. She was there ... inside my head. She was willing. She was beneath me ... thighs open ... white-blonde pussy taking all I had to give. "John-Johnneee. Do it! Do it! Don't ... OWWWWW! Don't ever stop fucking meeeeeeee!"
CHAPTER TWO
As the weeks passed and Christmas drew near, Mom seemed to become more her old self. Now she shopped often and, as she did every year, warned me and Daphne to keep our noses out of her bedroom closet ... or else! She'd always gotten a big kick out of the holidays; decorating the windows, the tree, and, on Christmas Eve, playing Santa Claus.
Now I watched her intently, biding my time, wondering if she had any idea of what I most wanted for Christmas. Often, when she caught me looking at her, she smiled, enhancing her natural blonde and ageless, it seemed, beauty. She grew lovelier as the grief of Pop's passing was forgotten. And although Sis and I were making it regularly-Daphne sneaking into my room late at night, following me around during the day, making herself available-I never spent more than five minutes near Mother without experiencing a hard-on.
Christmas Eve morning I awoke to a world of white fluff. The window across from the foot of my bed was frosted over, and the sky, bifurcated through the blinds, was a hazy, lazy blue-gray. There'd be more snow before nightfall, I was certain. Perhaps Mom, I mused, would light a fire in the living room fireplace and, as she did most holiday eves, invite me to sit and talk after Daphne went to bed. She had done so the year before and the year before that and, I suddenly realized, every Christmas Eve as far back as I could remember. Often she stood, took me into her arms, crooned wordless songs, and kissed me full on the lips before saying good night.
My dick got hard as I remembered those long, hot kisses. Mom had the softest lips ever. But didn't she know, I wondered. Could she, a married woman, an adult, a mother, be so innocent as not to notice what happened inside my pants each time she held me tight to her body?
I bolted upright in bed. Or did Mother secretly enjoyed giving me a hard-on? I suddenly speculated. Was she, as she pressed those magnificent tits against my chest and felt the hardness digging into her crotch, hoping I'd make some move, some gesture ... perhaps take some pussy from her as I'd taken it from Daphne?
School was a drag. I sat listlessly through classes, alternately watching the clock and the snow fall outside the high, frosted windows. Half a dozen times I was called upon to answer questions and didn't have the slightest idea of what the teacher was talking about. But it was Christmas Eve. No punishment assignments were being given that day. The recess bell finally rang, yanking me, like a jack-in-the-box, from my seat. Coat in hand, I flew out of the classroom, down the hall, and out into the crisp, winter air. Warmed by thoughts of Mother, I plodded home through knee-deep snow.
The evening lasted forever. After supper, after Daphne had washed the dishes and put them back in the cabinet above the sink, Mom went to the living room, to watch TV. Sis immediately gave me the high sign, and started for her bedroom.
"Not tonight!" I barked, knowing, somehow certain, that before long, soon after Daphne closed her eyes for the night, Mom would take me into her arms, kiss me full on the lips, and perhaps become outraged, perhaps slap my face when I did what I had decided to do.
Daphne pouted. Glancing toward the living room, to make sure Mom wasn't watching, I suppose, she came back to where I sat at the kitchen table. She flopped in my lap. Her arms went around my neck. "Don't you want to?" she whispered hotly against my ear. "My pussy's all wet, Johnny. Feel."
I allowed her to steer my hand under the mini-dress to the wet crotch of her panties. My fingers slipped beneath, through the soft hair, to the tight slit of her cunt.
"Oh, Johnny. That feels so good. Stick ... ohhh! Stick two fingers in. All the way."
"Jesus! You sure are ready." I finger-fucked Sis, my cock getting hard despite my earlier resolve to save every drop of cum in my nuts for Mom's white-blonde pussy. I kissed her neck, felt her ass. She squirmed about in my lap until the dress rode up in back and there was nothing except the sheer panties between her warm bottom and the stiffness in my pants leg. Sis was getting to be an accomplished seductress, I thought, probing her ass-hole.
"Take out your thing, Johnny."
"Not here. Mom...."
"She's lying down on the sofa. I looked. Take it out You can do it to me right here in the chair." Her anxious fingers found my fly and worked the zipper. Her hand dove inside. She freed my cock.
"Let me stick it in your ass," I coaxed, working the panties aside, forgetting all about Mom, and steering the head of my joint to the mouth of her shitter.
"Uh-uh. In my pussy. If you do me there now, I ... I'll let you do me in back t-tomorrow. Please, Johnny. I'm so hot." Guiding my dick out from under her ass, she placed the tip at the leg band of the panties.
"Okay, sit with your back to me. Open your legs."
Daphne turned in my lap, sat astraddle my thighs. "Do me, Johnny. Hurry."
"Put it in for me."
"Oh...! " Taking my hard dick between her tiny hands, Sis rolled it before closing her fingers around the shaft. She forced the glans beneath the tight leg band of the panties to the wet open lips of her cunt She moved down, whimpering as her pussy opened and closed on the head. "Push in, Johnny," she breathed. "I ... OW! Oh, do me quick!"
"Sit still. I can't get it up if you wiggle all over the place." Gripping her hips, I slouched down and drove. My cock penetrated. I could feel the lips of her cunt opening wide to receive the fatter shaft. But just as I got a good bite, just as the glans found its way past the tighter than tight inner lips, the telephone rang.
Daphne leaped, like a bow-legged frog, from my lap. I fumbled to get my cock inside the pants. None too soon! For as I zipped the fly, as Daphne straightened her dress, Mom rushed into the kitchen to the phone. She paused motionless with one hand on the receiver.
"What goes on?" asked Mom.
"Nothing," I said.
"My foot!"
I followed Mom's gaze to Daphne. Her panties were low on one thigh, visible below the hem of the mini. "Nothing," she squeaked.
I looked back to Mom, watched a frown darken her brow as she eyed first Sis, then me. Her gaze dropped to my lap. She blinked. I could almost see the cogs meshing inside her head. There was no hiding the stiffness of man-meat inside my pants leg; and, my hard-on, the traces of cunt juice at my fly, plus Daphne's flushed, disheveled appearance, equaled SEX!
Finally, after Sis had fled like a cute but frightened rabbit from the room into her bedroom, locking the door with a loud click behind her, Mom lifted the receiver and, in a hoarse, unfamiliar voice, began to speak. My cock ached to be sheathed. I watched Mom watching me. What was she thinking, I wondered.
"Yes," she said into the phone. "Tomorrow. . Dinner at three. Yes, I'll bring the ... the children." She listened ... gaze riveted to my crotch. My dick jerked inside the pants. Her eyes grew wide. Again she spoke into the phone ... gaze never faltering ... studying my stiffness as a scientist studies a unique find. I watched the color creep up her lovely white neck, fill her cheeks. I watched her breasts heave. I watched her little round belly tighten beneath the clinging knit dress she'd worn the night I came home to find her crying, learned about Pop, and felt the heat, the softness, the wonderful buoyancy of her lush bottom.
Mom's gaze left my lap. She replaced the receiver and stood for a moment, staring at the wall phone. Back to me, knit dress molding the gentle contours of her wide ass, nylons catching the light from the overhead fixture, she asked, "What were you two doing when I came in, Johnny?"
I took a deep breath. My hand stole to the bulge at my crotch. Squeezing my hard prick, I remembered what I'd decided: to be bold, tell her right out what I felt, tell her I loved her as a man loves a woman and not as a boy, a Johnny-boy, loves his mother. "We ... we were fucking!" I said.
Mother gasped. "But she's ... Daphne's only a baby," she whispered, hand fluttering at her breast. "And ... and your sister! Your little, innocent baby sister." She spun to face me. "How could you, Johnny? I ... I trusted you. You're the man of the house now that your father's gone. How could you fuc-how could you do that to Daphne?" Her gaze returned to my lap. She watched me rub the hard meat in my pants leg.
Again I took a deep breath. "I ... I didn't want to, Mom. Not Daphne. Not at first. But she's so much like you ... blonde and everything ... your body, only smaller. You're the one I wanna fuck. I've always wanted to stick this up in you." Boldly I unzipped my fly and let my stiff throbbing cock spring into view.
"My God, Johnny. I ... I'm your mother."
"That makes it even better."
"No!"
I watched her gray-green eyes devour my dick. Now I was certain the times she'd held me, kissed me full on the lips, were no accident. " 'Member the night the telegram came?" I continued, slowly stroking my meat. "You knew I was feeling your ass ... could see your pussy through those fucking transparent panties you wear. You weren't thinking about Pop. You were thinking about me. About us! About fucking!"
"Johnny, don't! Don't talk to me like that."
"Feel me, Mom. See how hard I am? I get hard like this every time you come near me. You gotta give me some ... some pussy! You just gotta!"
Sobbing, Mom ran from the kitchen. I started after her, stopped. Had I been too bold, I wondered. Was I wrong? The old guilt thing came back: Thou shalt not! Thou shalt not! Incest! The ugly word blinked like red neon before my eyes. I repeated it aloud. It had a foul sound. A dirty sound. But what I felt for Mother wasn't dirty. I loved her. I loved her and she loved me. She was a woman and I was a man, and my cock was hard, protruding from my pants, and she was in the living room ... crying, perhaps, but waiting ... waiting for me to come to her and do what we both wanted so badly.
Mom was lying on her belly on the sofa, head cradled in her arms, succulent ass trembling as she wept. I stood at her feet. Dick in hand, my hungry gaze followed the seam of one nylon to where a black garter belt bit into soft upper thigh flesh. I could see where the white columns met ... where the black panties hugged the gentle slope of her buttocks and dipped snugly into the hot valley between. "Mom," I groaned. "Mom! Mom!"
"Don't do it, Johnny," she protested as I sat on the edge of the sectional sofa and touched the back of one lovely thigh. "It ... it's wrong, honey. God knows I want to. But it's wrong!"
"Don't fight it, Mom. Jesus! Your ass is so beautiful." I gently lifted the hem of the dress, exposing the see-through panties. I bent close, kissed the crack, smelled. She was perfumed down there.
"You mustn't, Johnny." Mom shivered. Her lush woman thighs opened slightly.
She's mine! Mine! I thought, nearly out of my head with desire. I kissed all over her buttocks, her thighs. I dug my fingers in the crack of her ass, traced it down and under to the springy mound at the hot mouth of her twat. "Feel how hard I am, Mom. Feel!" I rubbed the, glans of my dick against one thigh. "Think how nice it'll be up your pussy. All the way up. In your belly. Hard and hot." I worked the panties aside as I'd done with Daphne, but, instead of my prick, I placed my lips to Mom's gash. "Oh God. God!"
"Open wider, Mom. Let me lick it."
"Johnny. Honey. It ... it's wrong. Oh, don't, baby. Don't! Take your tongue away. Please, sweetheart. OHHhhhh! Oh, Johnny, baby love ... you mustn't do ... mustn't! I ... I won't be able to ... to stop you from ... from ... OHHhhhh!"
"Don't stop me, Mom. Spread your legs. You smell beautiful. like roses. Even your cunt. Open and lemme lick you wet before we fuck." I reached for the waistband of the panties, pulled them down, exposing the white, oh, so white, melons on either side of the dark split up her cushion-like ass.
"NO!" Mom reached back, groping for the undergarment with a hand not much bigger than Daphne's. I caught her wrist, steered the hand to my cock. Her breath caught. I gasped. I held her cool fingers closed on the pulsing shaft, and worked the panties slowly down her slightly parted thighs.
With my joint in her hand, her lovely white ass contrasting starkly with the black garter belt-as if she wore a garment of alabaster silk over her most secret parts-Mom began to squirm beneath my touch, the ministrations of my tongue. I licked up and down the deep crack of her ass, the lips of her pussy. I tongued her tight ass-hole, tasted the bittersweet stuff clinging to her puckered sphincters, and dipped in for more. I placed my open mouth to her cunt ... made her tremble by alternately blowing and sucking, drinking her juices. I'd waited so long. So fucking non-fucking long! And now she was laid open before me ... hips beginning to move ... cunt and ass-hole, lovely white cheeks, thighs and legs and round belly-all mine!
Soon Mom's cunt, the magnificent white-blonde bush I'd dreamed about while stoking Daphne, others, became sopping wet and exuded the fragrance of readiness; the pungent odor, almost like wine fermenting, of a woman at the brink of orgasm. She stopped protesting. Her breathing grew labored. "Baby love. Sweet Johnny-boy mini-peg," she cooed as I stopped her hand from stroking my cock. "Unzip my dress, honey. Undress me. You too. Take everything off. I want to see you."
"Momma." I undid the clasp at her neck, worked the zipper. The dress parted ... like the rind of an orange peeling away, exposing her smooth back. "Not your stockings," I choked. "Take everything else off, but leave the stockings and the garter belt on. I wanna see your pussy like that ... stick it up in you like that."
Kicking the panties off, Mom turned onto her back. Her gaze caught and held mine. Momentarily she hesitated; the guilt thing, incest, fucking incest again! Then her gaze dropped to my lap, my stiff dick. She drew breath through her teeth. "This ... this is crazy," she said, shrugging out of the dress ... baring her exquisite, slightly drooping tits ... big crinkly nipples bright pink, almost red at the base.
It was indeed crazy, I thought. I stood. I came out of my pants, shorts, and shirt, kicking off my shoes, and stared down at the white-blonde pussy I'd appeared from fifteen years before. Mom had come out of the dress. She lay nude except for the stockings and garter belt ... one knee provocatively raised, arms outstretched to me. The elastic belt bit into her tiny waist, restless hips. The black at the top of the stockings encircled the creamy flesh inches below the swollen outer lips of her wet cunt. It was a magnificent sight ... the way, I'd imagined it. But Mom was more beautiful than I'd ever imagined-angelic. And, as she'd said, it was crazy because of all the time we'd wasted being afraid, thinking about incest, taboos, when all along we both wanted the same thing.
"Come to Momma, honey. Momma's waiting."
Lightheaded, drunk with the sight of her, I fell into her arms. Her hand recaptured my cock and her lips, her glistening, soft open lips, covered mine. I went to work on her breasts. The big rubbery nipples seared the palms of my hands, flattened, and sprang erect when released. I squeezed the heavy melons together ... hefted them ... let them fall. I wrapped my arms around her, held tight ... mashing her tits against my chest ... sucking her tongue.
"Johnny. Johnny, fuck me," Mom breathed into my mouth. "Do it now, honey. Get between Momma's legs."
Unable to reply, chest about to explode, I slid one hand over her belly, to the thick blonde wedge that began at her ass-hole, grew upward and flared, V-shaped, and covered her lower abdomen with fine silky coils. My fingers found her hot gash, probed. Her legs scissored open. Sobbing, out of my head, happy and crazy and disbelieving, I drove two fingers and a thumb into her gaped-open cunt. Her clitoris was enormous; a fat little hard-on, the tip protruding at the top of the lips of her vulva, three times as big as any I'd previously encountered. I took it between thumb and forefinger, squeezed.
Mom tore her moist lips from mine. "Johnny, don ... ahhummmmm! You ... you're making me come ... mmmmmm!"
Incredulous that she should be having an orgasm so soon, thinking I'd make her come fifty times with the cream in my nuts, I threw my legs onto the cushions and scrambled over her round belly. Propping my weight on arms outstretched on either side of her, I positioned myself, looked down. I almost came myself when I saw the overhead view of her gaped open legs, knees raised, the black garter belt pulled tight, the stockings digging into her thighs, pussy ready and waiting to take eight hard inches Of cock. , "Hurry, Johnny. Fuck Mummy, sweetheart. Fuck!" Mom guided the head of my prick through the soft blonde coils. Her hips came off the cushion. "It's so big, lover. No more mini-peg. No more ... ahhhhhhhhhh!"
"Manomanomano!" A spasm passed through my body, a hot chill, as I felt the slippery lips of her cunt close on my dick. I thrust ... watched it disappear into her taut belly. I thrust again, fell with my weight on her, reached under, gripped her jiggling buttocks, and buried my meat to the hilt in her white blonde and pink-lipped pussy.
Mom squealed. Her feet beat a frantic pitter-patter on the sofa. I felt her hands at my hips, my buttocks. Her middle finger sought my ass-hole, burrowed in.
"Mom wha...? "
"Shhh, baby. Momma knows best."
"J-J-Jee-sus!" I ground the roots of my cock into her bush as the finger burrowed higher and higher up my sensitive ass-hole. Wow! I thought. Mom was full of surprises!
"Now fuck, sugar baby love. Put ... ummm! Put a finger up my ass-hole, too. Hurry! Momma's ready to ... ohhhhhhhhh! I ... OW! OWWWWWWWWW! Momma's ready to come again."
I twisted my finger all the way up to the knuckle in her rectum. She was tighter back there than Daphne, than anyone. And now, with my cock planted firmly in her wet slit, bloated balls slapping her satiny buttocks, her sheath, too, was tighter than I'd expected. I could feel the feathery little inner cunt muscles sponging the length of my joint. "Momma, I ... oh fucking-mother-fucker! Don't wiggle your finger up there. OH! All! I ... I ... AHHHHHHHHH!"
"Shoot it all, Johnny love." Mom worked her tight pussy. She continued to wiggle the finger high in my rectum, tickling my prostate, forcing spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum up from my nuts.
Then suddenly there was no more cum ... only the exquisite sensation of coming and a hard-on like none I'd ever before experienced. My cock swelled to unbelievable proportions inside her sheath. The glans tingled. I gripped her ass, pulled back, plowed. "AHHHHH!"
"See, baby?" Mom popped her finger from my reluctant ass-hole. Her beautiful long legs stole up my back, locked. "Now we can fuck all night. It's an Oriental trick. Something ... something your father taught me. Now your dick'll stay hard, but you won't come again for at least an hour."
I believed her. I lunged, and each time my cock seemed to grow and flashes of orgasmic light fluttered before my eyes. I thought back ... to the times Pop was home on leave and how I and Daphne had listened. Now I knew how Pop had been able to fuck all day and all night, never stopping, it seemed.
But now I knew something more important, too. I'd always suspected Mom was a hot piece. But never, not in my wildest dreams, had I anticipated aggressiveness. She was moving like crazy. The way she was grinding, shifting her lovely big ass from side to side beneath my pistoning shaft, I didn't have to do a thing. She was doing the fucking.
"You're good, Mom. The best fuck ever."
"Wait, baby." Suddenly Mom rolled, placing me on the bottom, legs still tight around my waist. She sat ... pulling me to a sitting position, too. She hugged me to her enormous breasts. "This way's even better," she breathed against the top of my head. "Suck my nipples awhile. I know fifty-two positions, Johnny. All different. All good. I'll teach you."
"F-f-fifty-two ways? Tonight?"
"Ummm!"
"Wow! Merry Christmas, Mom."
"Merry ... OWWW! Fuck me, baby love. Fuck me Merry Christmas and Happy New Year."
CHAPTER THREE
New Year's Day found me in a stupor. Half asleep, cock sore from sucking most of the night, I lay in bed and stared at my concentration point: a crack in the cove molding at the ceiling. How many guys my age, I wondered, had a thirteen-year-old minx and a thirty-three-year-old blonde goddess to put out for them any time, any place they chose? Not many, I supposed. None of my friends, I knew for sure. But then none of my friends had a mother like mine, nor a sister-although some had sisters; pests who got in the way mostly-like sweet little Daphne.
It seemed too good to last. And there was trouble brewing, I mused. It hung over our six-room residential home like an ominous storm-cloud. Mom had said nothing to Sis about the thing in the kitchen, but often, when we were alone, petting or bathing in the warm afterglow of sex, she questioned me. Was I still fucking Sis, she always wanted to know. How many times had we done it? Was Sis better than...?
But no one was better than Mom. No one ever! I always assured her. And I had stopped screwing Daphne after the time in the kitchen, I always said ... though it wasn't true. I couldn't stop fucking Daphne ... no more than I could stop loving, fucking, sucking, the fat white-blonde pussy both me and Daphne had entered the world from.
And Daphne, too, was becoming troublesome. For although she had no actually proof, had never actually caught me and Mom doing the thing, she was suspicious. She, like Mom, asked questions. To her, I denied plowing Mom. To Mom, I denied plowing Sis. To myself ... well, to me it was unimportant. I loved them both, wanted both. And I was hoping they'd learn to accept things as they were.
As I lay in bed thinking, evaluating the previous weeks and making plans for the New Year, Daphne, wearing the cutest pink shortie pajamas, the ones I'd given her for Christmas, entered the room. She was barefoot; long hair mussed from sleep. Bright-eyed, and, I suspected, bushy-tailed; she grinned, and piped, "Happy New Year, Johnny."
I glanced at the radio clock on the bedside table. Nine-thirtyish. I looked back to Daphne. She cocked her small head, apparently waiting for me to say something. I could see her pointed tits through the flimsy pajama top. I remembered now ... I'd bought the pajamas before the first time we banged ... setting her up for the fucking she'd gotten beforehand. My gaze dropped to her crotch. The pajama bottoms seemed to be made of a thicker, nontransparent material down there. But I could detect the mound of her pussy and see where the garment dipped into the dip of her gash. I experienced a familiar electric-like jolt in my lower abdomen.
Jeez! After New Year's Eve with Mom! Was I insatiable? I wondered. Lately my whole existence seemed to revolve around sex. But it was like that with everyone! I reassured myself. Even those who pretended it wasn't!
I studied Daphne. She stuck her cute tongue out at me. Bright pink. Bright pink like the lips of her gash. My cock began to rise, to form a tent, beneath the covers. I watched Sis' big blue eye zero in. Christ! I thought ... just a few months before, little Daphne was a virgin, and now...?
Knowing Mom was asleep, certain she'd sleep past noon after the fucking I'd given her the night before, I scowled. "Happy New Year? Is that the best you can do, Sis? Not even a little kiss?"
Daphne shook her head, tossing her red-blonde tresses far out over each shoulder. "Uh-uh! You know darn well what'll happen. Your thing's already up."
"And your titties're hard-the nipples. I can see 'em through the pajamas."
"So?"
"So that means you wanna fuck!" I threw back the covers. My half-hard prick, like a sapling with a white blanket around its roots, stood up from the fly of the jockey shorts. I shook it at Sis. The glans bobbed like the head of a snake being charmed by an Indian flutist.
"Boy!" Quietly, Sis closed the door, hunched her shoulders when the lock clicked. She listened a moment. Again she stuck her pink tongue out at me. Holding the hem of the pajama top far out at her sides, playing the little girl-because, I supposed, she knew I liked it-she minced to my side of the bed. She sat, nibbled her plump lower lip. "Don't you ever get tired?" she whispered, tiny hand on my chest and moving lower. "Honest, Johnny, I bet you could fuck fifty times a day. I bet nobody ever could fuck as much as you."
I dropped my hand to her little round knee. "We never did what you promised," I said, inching up the inside of one soft thigh. Her flesh still held the extra warmth that comes with sleep and lingers until the fuzz is out of your eyes. Had she pissed yet, I wondered. If she hadn't, her cunt would be an oven, I knew. But I had something even better in mind.
"You never let me fuck your ass-hole," I said in answer to Sis' quizzical look. My fingers brushed her crotch, dipped under. She squirmed. "That'd be a swell Happy New Year," I added. "Manoman! Lookit how stiff my dick's getting just thinking about it."
"Silly thing!" Daphne landed a stinging, open-handed blow, to the head of my cock.
"You little fuck!" I made a grab for her. She squealed and tried to escape over the foot of the bed. I latched onto her ankle. She fell onto her belly and giggled hysterically as I pulled her back across the twisted blankets and sheets.
Before Sis could turn over, onto her back, I fell with my hard joint between the back of her thighs. "Fresh little bitch!" I growled against her ear, hands busy with the pajama bottoms. "See how much you giggle when I get this in you." I drove my cock brutally into her pussy ... pajamas and all.
Daphne gasped. Closing her sweet little legs on my prick, she tried to bend it. But by now it was too stiff to bend. And as I got the pajama bottoms off her hips, baring her hot velvet buttocks, I pulled free, and, taking hold of the shaft of my dick, set the glans firmly, ready to drive, in the peach fuzz at the tight mouth of her rectum.
In the same voice I'd heard the day when I'd found her sleeping and rammed my eight inches up her pussy, Sis said, "No, Johnny. I ... I'm too ... too little back there."
"You promised, Daph. Now hold still and lemme do it."
"NO-OW!"
She tried to twist away. I held her hips. "It'll go in easier if you help," I told her. "Like the first time we fucked. 'Member? You were scared shitless then, too. But once you got a taste of dick in your belly-WOW! Before, you said you liked fucking. Christ! Mom's the only one who,---likes fucking better than you."
Wide-eyed, craning her neck, Daphne looked back at me. "I knew it! I knew it!" she yelped. "I knew it for sure last night when I came in here to let you do me, an ... an ... an you were gone and Mummy's door was locked. You ... you ... oh!"
Now I'd done it! I thought ... let the cat, Mother's pussy, out of the bag. I hadn't meant to. But with the tip of my dick embedded between the tender halves of Sis' adorable ass, so close to penetration, the only thing on my mind was getting it in ... feeling the tight sphincters give ... watching her creamy cheeks rub together once it got good.
Huge tears sprang into Daphne's eyes. She chewed her lip, and looked back at me as if I'd been caught molesting the next door neighbor's baby.
Fuck it! I decided; it had to happen sooner or later, and now, now that Sis knew for sure, I had one less lie to remember. "Mom's outasight," I told her, thinking perhaps, if it was jealousy I saw in her eyes-the thing I saw in Mom's eyes when she spoke about Daphne-I could use one to get what I wanted from the other. For although Mom was good, the best piece ever, she'd refused to give me a blow job. And although Sis was sweet, a good lay, and had gone down on my knob twice since the first time, she now was refusing me ass-hole. "Mom lets me stick it anywhere I want," I prodded. "In her ass ... between her titties ... anywhere! Just last night-WOW! I fucked her three different places."
"B-b-back there?" squeaked Daphne. Her hot little ass-hole tightened. Her buttocks-mounds of jiggly whipped cream-trembled provocatively.
"You bet! Christ! What a fuckin' ass-hole she's got, too. Even tighter than yours, Daph. But my dick went in nice and easy once the head was planted. It wasn't the first time, either. The night she caught us in the kitchen, Christmas Eve, the first time she let me stick my hard-on up her pussy ... manoman! That was better yet! You should've seen it, Sis. Talk about being scared! Mom never had her ass reamed ... not by Pop, not by nobody. I was the first. Man! like that first time I banged you! When I made her roll over, on her belly, on the sofa ... like-" I paused to run my hands lovingly over her bottom, move my cock aside and finger her reluctant little pink anus-"just like this, babe. Jesus! You should've been there! Mom was even more frightened than you were the first time I forced the head of my prick up your virgin pussy."
"H-honest, Johnny? Was ... was she really s-scared?" Daphne's perfect little pink and white legs opened slightly. Her ass-hole opened some, too. She rested her flushed cheek on the sheet ... watched me from the corner of one big blue eye.
"Scareder than that," I said with assurance. "Scareder than you are now."
Daphne sniffled. "I ... I know I ... I'm too tiny back there, Johnny. I ... I just know it!"
God! She's a pretty little thing! I thought. I twisted my stink-finger gently up her shitter, to the first joint. She opened slightly more. The second knuckle disappeared. I tickled the membrane, the tissue-thin wall between rectum and vagina.
"Oh, John-neee."
"Mom was so fucking scared," I continued, working the pajama bottoms down her legs and using my foot to push them off her ankles, "I thought sure she was going to wake you with her hollering. She even fought me at first, Daph. Man! Sort of wrestling ... like me and you used to do. We were all over the sectional ... pushing the sections apart ... half off, half on. Her cunt was still wet from fucking and she tried to make me put my hard dick back up there. 'Not in my ass, Johnny,' she pleaded. 'Anywhere else you want. Anywhere!' But we'd been fucking and sucking all night, every which way, and alls I wanted was some of that big fat ass."
I paused again, having difficulty getting the jockey shorts off over my rod. I finally tore them, pushed what was left down my legs, and kicked them off. Now there was nothing except the flimsy pajama top between Daphne's bare flesh and mine. But I didn't care about that. The part I wanted, her throw pillow ass, the tight pocket deep at the bottom of her crack, was bare and almost ready to be reamed.
Still finger-fucking her anus, I rubbed the glans of my tool in the wet lips of her cunt. It worked! Daphne's little legs shot open.
"Oh, do me, Johnny. Fuck my pussy."
"Mom was so mother fucking scared of having her tight shitter screwed," I said, popping my finger from her rectum, "that when I did this-" I replaced the thing in her cunt with my shit-smeared stink-finger, and returned the blood engorged head of my meat to the target-"she fought so hard, it ... ahhhhhhhh! It went all the way ... ohhhhhh!"
"J-John-neeeeeeeeee!"
"All ... all the way in by itself, Sis." I thrust, driving the embedded tip halfway in.
But Daphne was making so much noise, thrashing about, whimpering, I thought sure she'd wake Mom. I wasn't ready for that yet. So I covered her mouth with one hand, finger-fucked her pussy with the other, and let my throbbing cock soak. It was so good, so hot and tight and fuckable, I knew, even if it never went in another tenth of an inch, I'd eventually get a nut off by merely expanding and contracting the glans.
But Daphne finally stopped struggling. Her hips jerked. For although her miniature ass-hole was reluctant still, her clit, the tiny pink derby inside her twat, was quivering against my fingers. Love juice from her cunt saturated my hand.
I pressed my lips to her ear, nibbled. "Push up," I told her. "Do like ... like Mom did the first time. On your elbows and knees, Daph. So ... ummm! Jeez! So I can get the rest up you. One ... ahhh! One good poke! Put your ass in the air like Mom did. Sis? Sis baby! Baby-baby!"
Daphne mumbled something incoherent. She twisted her slender neck ... , trying to work her mouth free of my hand.
"Promise you won't yell?"
Sis bobbed her head enthusiastically; then, when I relinquished my hold, she breathed, "Not all the way, Johnny. Please. I'll ... I'll just die!"
"Try, baby. I'll go real slow." I abandoned her cunt, placed both hands under her belly, and lifted. Her beautiful little ass came off the bed. "Daffy baby. Sweet Daffy ... on your knees ... just a little bit more."
Still whimpering, making small, tantalizing noises deep in her throat-noises like Mom made when we fucked-Sis did as I directed. Her buttocks rose high, forcing me onto my knees close behind her.
"Now lean all your weight forward," I told her. I took firm hold on her hips, prepared to lunge at the first sign of relaxation from the stubborn sphincters guarding her rectum from cock invasion.
Tentatively, Daphne wiggled her up-thrust bottom. "It ... it's too big, Johnny. It ... it feels like something's ripping back there. Take it out. PLEEZE. Do my pussy now. I ... I'll let you d-do me there next time."
It was hard to resist the minx's plea. But it was now or never, I knew. For if I retreated now, allowed her ass-hole to go unreamed, she'd say the same thing next time. And next time!
Pulling back, until only the glans remained embedded, I thrust with all the force in my hips.
"OWAHJOHNNEEEEEE!"
I repeated the maneuver ... pulling back and lunging ... holding her firmly at the waist ... planting meat, stiff dick, until my coarse black pubic hair lay flush with the tender white flesh of her ass. Gasping, coming, unable to stop myself, I fell onto her back, sticky semen racing up from my tight balls, wiggling its way up from the tortured roots of my cock, blasting from the glans, filling the depths of Sis' delectable rectum with buckets and buckets of hot cum.
We rested a moment. Then, hands and forearms spread wide, rump up, like a playful puppy, Daphne whispered, "Is ... is it all the way in, Johnny?"
I laughed. It came out in spurts, like my cum. I glanced toward the big dresser mirror to my left, against the wall beside the door. I could see our reflections; see that Sis had her eyes tightly closed. I pulled back ... dick only slightly less hard than before I shot off. I watched the shit-smeared cylinder slid easily in, out. It was something to watch; almost as if there were two adorable Daphne's-one in the mirror, a side view, the other bent almost double before me-and my prick, the insatiable thing with bloated blue veins and a torpedo-shaped head, was reaming both, but at different angles.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked.
"Uh-uh."
"Feel good?"
"UMMMMMMMM!"
"How good, Daph?"
"Gooder ... gooder than anything."
I began to stoke gently, enjoying the slippery feel of my cock gliding easily in and out of the sweet little ass-hole Daphne had thought too small to accommodate my eight inches. I felt a feathery touch, barely a whisper of fingers, beneath my scrotum. It was Sis' hand. She had reached back and under between her spread legs and was fondling my cubes. I repaid the compliment by digging three fingers wedged together into her hot wet cunt.
"Owww! Don't stop, Johnny. Fuck my ass out good. All ... ohhh! All the way up. I ... UMMMMMM! It's so good now. So ... ahah! So nice an big an fat an ... OWWWW! Gooder than anythingggggggggg.'"
She didn't have to tell me. I knew by the way her ass was moving, grinding her tightness onto my shaft, round and round, hips working feverishly, that the pain was gone and there was nothing left except the giddy sensations I was experiencing. Did a girl-Sis? Mom? Little hairless-pussied Marie down the street?-get as much pleasure from fucking as a boy did? I suddenly wondered. I doubted it! A girl could in no way experience anything comparable to busting a tight cherry; the fantastic thrill, the triumph, of making someone say, "Stop! It's too big!"
I planted my joint to the roots, held, let Sis wiggle her hot cheeks against cock hair. She was an all-around doll, I decided. I was indeed a lucky guy to have her and Mom. And now I wondered how it would be to have both in the same bed ... fucking one ... sucking and finger-fucking the other. Man! The mere thought knocked me out! And mirrors. like the glass to my left. Then there'd be four of them; two for me to watch, two to work on. I was getting sort of kinky about sex, I supposed. Now, instead of counting sheep, I counted hot little hairy holes jumping hurdles. I supposed Mother had lots to do with that. Fifty-two positions ... and variations that were making me double-jointed. Best of all though, I hadn't even begun to try them on Daphne.
"Lay flat, Daph. On your belly."
"Oh...! " Sis complied so swiftly, my shit-caked tool almost slipped from her ass-hole.
"Dumb thing!" she squawked. "Put it all back, Johnny. All of it."
"Jeez! You're like a jellyfish. Stop bouncing for a minute." I rolled, placing her on top, gorgeous gaped open legs on either side of mine. Slipping both hands over her belly, I gripped her soft upper thighs, spread. Then I sat up, Sis in my lap-cock planted so high in her ass, I could feel her rapid heartbeats.
"Oh, Johnny. I ... oh ... oh!"
"Shhh! You're making too much fuckin' noise!"
"I ... I can't help it. It ... OHHHHHHH! Do it, Johnny. UMMMMMMMMM! I ... I ... OWWWWWWW! More! M-M-UMMM! Make me come. P-put your fingers up my pussy. Do me both places at once. Feel ... Ahumm! Feel my titties, too. Everything. All at once. Fuck mee!"
Through the red haze of lust clouding my brain, I heard a faint click. The door! I saw the knob turning in slow motion, it seemed. But I was again approaching orgasm, and couldn't have stopped if the F.B.I., C.I.A., Nixon, and Agnew walked in. Arms locked around Daphne, humping my meat up into her for all I was worth, I watched the door swing open.
"Johnny ... s-stop!" hissed Sis.
But it was already too late. Mom, spare key in hand, gray-green eyes ablaze, lips a tremble, stood in the doorway. She was beautiful ... housecoat open to mid-thigh ... a hint of shadow above ... big tits parting the garment above the belt pinching her slim waist.
What a fucking day! I thought, eyeing Mom's lush woman thighs. Caught twice! Now what?
"So this is what's been going on behind my back," yelled Mom.
"It ... it's the first time," protested Daphne.
"Horseshit!" I bellowed, still humping Sis' hot ass, but imagining my face in the delicious white-blonde pussy between Mother's long lovely legs. I lifted Daphne's pajama top, kneaded her hard little boobs. I shimmied my ass to the edge of the bed, dropped my legs. I lay back ... taking Sis with me. Now Mom could see my stiff dick, I knew. I pistoned it into Sis ... ignoring her pleas ... unmindful of everything except the hot load inching up from my nuts.
"Oh, my God," wailed Mom as the semen leaped from my pistoning cock.
I ignored her, continuing to stoke, dipping deep, cum oozing from Sis' tight ass-hole with each poke. What the fuck! I thought ... pitting one against the other had worked well with Daphne! And now there were no more secrets to keep, no more pretenses.
I watched Mom ... watched her exquisite breasts heave faster and faster. Was she coming, I wondered. Getting a nut from watching us? I saw her hand drop to the opening below the belted housecoat, creep under.
Christ! I thought, driving my joint as high as it would go in Sis' delectable rectum. It was working! Perhaps now, after I shot off at least once more in Sis' cock engorged shitter, Mom would give me the blow job I'd always wanted. Perhaps, too, now that both cats were out of the bag, as I'd speculated earlier, I'd get them both of them, both juicy cunts, both asses, four tits, in one bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Things worked out differently than I expected. Instead of getting my blow job, and getting Mom and Sis in the same bed, Mom used her superior position, her parenthood, to keep me, my cock, to herself.
To get her out of the way, Sis was sent to Grandma's place for the rest of the holiday. But worse, in Daphne's absence, with the singleness of purpose of a military tactician-a personality trait acquired from Pop, I suppose-Mom rearranged the entire house. Where before Sis' bedroom was adjacent to mine, making our nightly trysts a simple affair, she now was made to sleep in the small room off the living room, at the opposite end of the house. And Mother, who, the day Daphne returned, had threatened all kinds of hell if she caught us fucking again, stationed herself in Sis' room, left the door open at night, and, as if watching "the front" for enemy infiltration, kept a hawk's eye on the foyer outside my door.
I didn't think I'd ever understand women ... Mom, in particular. The old incest thing was back in her head, I knew. But now it was directed at me and Sis. Mom no longer saw anything wrong with opening her legs for me. She was a grown woman, she said ... knew her own mind and like that. But Daphne? Christ no! Daphne, notwithstanding the fact she was the second best lay ever, was merely a child! Thirteen! My kid sister, yet! Daphne might get pregnant, might have a baby with three heads or something, Mom always said. She knew all the cliches, Mom did ... mostly religious stuff ... the Thou shalt-nots which had kept my dick out of her luscious white-blonde pussy for years.
Again I decided to bide my time. There was no mistaking the lust in Mom's eyes, the hand movement beneath the housecoat, the day she caught me fucking Sis' sweet ass-hole. And I was certain, in time, if I played my cards just right, she'd see things my way.
It was weeks later, on a day I cut afternoon classes because my joint was so hard I had to get it into something hot or go nuts, that Mom showed the first signs of coming around. She was dusting when I came in ... bent over the coffee table ... skintight hip-huggers hugging the deep crack up her ass.
I paused in the entrance hall ... watching the halves of her lush ass rub together ... remembering the night I'd come in to find her crying and first felt the satin softness of her behind. Lots had happened in the few months between. Now I knew every inch of her beautiful body, knew exactly what turned her on, what she liked best, where to touch to make her come before my dick was anywhere near her tight pussy. And she, too, had discovered every idiosyncrasy of my body, knew how to gyrate her pelvis, work her cunt muscles, her ass, to keep my rod up even after I'd come half a dozen times. Whatever else was wrong between us-a-bout Daphne, I mean-fucking was still the absolute greatest.
Silently, envisioning her white ass naked and bent over like that, I crossed the living room. I stopped close behind her. "Guess what that is," I said, rubbing the bulge in my pants up and down the seam of the hip-huggers.
"Wha...? " Mom jumped. Abruptly she turned, straightened, clutched her left breast. "My God, Johnny. You ... you scared the life out of me."
"Lemme do that," I offered, covering her boob with one hand, and using the other arm to pull her tight against me. Mom was just the right height, I thought. In flats, the top of her head was even with my brow, and everything-tits, cunt, succulent lips-were perfectly situated. I pressed my aching cock into her crotch.
"What ... what're you doing home so early?" asked Mom, a frown marring her lovely features.
"Played hooky." I kissed her neck ... buried my lips in the little indentation where neck and shoulder meet. I moved my hips ... grinding my hardness into the springy mound at the crotch of the hip-huggers.
"Johnny, stop. The ... the blinds're up."
"Fuck the blinds!"
"You ... you're getting fresh. I ... I'm still your mother, you know."
"Man! Do I ever know! That's what makes it so good."
"Then listen to me and stop." Mom tried to pull away. She pressed her hands to my chest, and moved so the bulge in my pants leg no longer sat between her full thighs. "I have housework to do," she added. "I ... I can't spend all my time with this-" she grabbed the thing in my pants leg, squeezed-"in my belly. Now be good. Maybe later we'll...."
"Fuck all that later shit," I growled, undoing the pearl buttons down the front of her tapered blouse. "Daphne never says later. Her cunt's always ready for cock. Before you caught us, made us stop, she used to give me some every night. Pussy! Asshole! Even ... even blow jobs when I wanted." I shoved my hand inside the open blouse, kneaded one braless tit. The nipple, like a rubber thimble, sprang to life, "Man!" I continued, switching from left, to right boob, "Sis gives the best knob job ever. All the way in ... eight inches ... down her little throat almost. And talk about suck! Manoman! I never saw anyone who---likes sucking dick like she does." Opening the blouse wide, running my fingertips along the creamy underside of her fabulous melons, the way I knew she liked best, I watched the jealousy darken Mom's gray-green eyes.
Finally, after studying me for a moment, allowing me to position my rigid prick against her pussy once more, Mom said, "What could little Daphne possibly know about pleasing a boy like you? Why, when I was her age, years before I met your father, all I knew was boys had something hard in their pants that spit inside me. The boys thought I was good, too. But I didn't know the first thing about fucking. Real fucking, that is. The kind of fucking we do, baby-love." She stopped trying to push away. Her arms stole around my neck and her hips matched the pressure I was applying with mine.
"Jesus! Your pussy feels extra good today, Mom. Man! I ... I'm so fucking hot!" My fingers found the zipper at the waist of the hip-huggers. It opened easily ... as if greased. My hand dove inside ... cupped one hot half-moon of ass-flesh.
Mom sighed. "I ... I was just about little Daphne's age when a boy took my cherry," she said in a soft, whimsical voice. "We did it standing up ... like this, Johnny. Ummm! Only in a hallway ... on the way home from a movie."
I pushed the hip-huggers down her thighs; watched them slither slowly to the floor, and marveled anew at sight of the thick white-blonde wedge showing through the nylon panties. Mom had more silky hair on her cunt than any two pussies I knew of. "Take out my cock," I whispered. "Tell me about the time in the doorway. Let's do everything you did then ... in the hallway ... when you was cherry."
Without hesitation, Mom's hand darted to my fly, worked the zipper. "I ... I didn't know the first thing about sex," she breathed ... slender fingers dipping inside and pants ... coming out with my rigid prick in hand. "He ... he asked me to give him a little kiss. 'Just a little one,' he said. 'C'mon. All the girls kiss on dates.' Dumb me! He'd been trying to feel me all through the show ... my pussy ... my tits. I was big for my age. All the boys wanted some. But I was a good girl. And when he said just a little good-night kiss, I believed him. I let him lead me inside the hall ... all the way in back ... under the stairway ... so no one would see him kissing me, he said. Oh! was I dumb! I let him press me back against the wall. He was just about your age, Johnny. Only his ... his little hard meat was a link sausage compared to yours." Mouth open, she closed her eyes and rubbed the glans of my cock in the indentation where the panties were stuck deep in the hot wet lips of her pussy.
"Didn't you fight?" I asked, pushing the panties off her wide hips, wanting to fuck her, suck her, and have her eat my dick, all at once. "Daphne fought like crazy the first time ... yelling and like that. And Marie down the street. Man! She fought even harder than Daphne."
"Johnny! Marie Neilson?"
"Yeah man!"
"But ... but she's younger than Daphne. So tiny, too, I bet she d-doesn't even have hair on her mound."
"All pink. Not one fucking hair. All cunt lips. Manoman!" I drove two fingers up her swollen vulva, tickled the slippery inner walls. "But she sure can fuck," I added, rapidly stink-fingering her. "Like Sis. Sis is almost as good as you. And it made it even better when she fought."
Mom's fingers fumbled at my belt. The pants fell ... dusting the floor along with the hip-huggers. My jockey shorts followed. Taking my hairy balls in the cool palm of her hand, in a voice thick with passion, Mom said, "I fought, too. The first time. I let him kiss me ... under the stairs ... in the hallway. But it wasn't a little kiss, like he said. It lasted a long time and was hot, and his tongue all the time trying to get inside my mouth. I'd never been tongue-kissed before. And when he did pry my lips open-in and out, in and out, as if his tongue was fucking my face-it made me so dizzy, drunk-like, I didn't even feel his hands under my skirt. When I finally realized what was happening, what he was doing to me, both hands were under my panties ... one finger up each virgin hole."
"Christ! I wish it was me, Mom. I ... I wish I could've gotten your cherry. Man!" I dug between the lovely, quivering cheeks of her ass and twisted my middle finger into her tight rectum.
Mom moaned. Her hips moved slowly, lazily ... both holes nipping my embedded fingers. "He ... he took his little dick out," she went on. "An ... and before I knew what was happening, he'd moved the panties aside and had the glans wedged between the lips of my pussy. Oh! Oh God!" She nested her beautiful blonde head, long hair loose, covering her face, on my shoulder.
"Like this, Mom? " I withdrew my fingers and set the head of my dick, her hand still wrapped around the roots, fondling the underside, my cubes, at the open mouth of her wonderful cunt. The outer lips opened wider and closed like quicksand swallowing a cylindrical victim.
"Yes! Oh yes, Johnny-love. Just like that. I ... I tried to make him stop ... yelled and struggled. But it did me no good. He kept humping ... humping it all into me ... driving good hot meat up my belly until I felt the maidenhead give, and every inch of his penis was buried. 'Now screw!' he told me. 'Move your pussy on my thing. You ... you're not cherry anymore.' OH! OH, JOHNNY BABYLOVE."
I could imagine Mom as a girl Daphne's age, standing up in the dark hallway, and somebody, somebody I didn't know but who I imagined I was, driving a stiff joint into her white-blonde virgin hole. I pushed her hand away from my shaft, gripped both halves of her ass, and, with one mighty thrust, the picture vivid in my mind, planted the length of my hardness in the place which no longer was virgin, but was good and hot and tight and capable of doing muscle tricks no other cunt in the world could perform.
"Babyluuuv!" Mom stepped out of the hip-huggers and panties at her ankles. She raised one smooth knee, rubbed her fleshy upper thigh along the outside of my leg. "OHHHHHHHH! So good, lover. Baby lover. He ... he m-made me p-put my legs around his waist. All the way up, sugar. So ... so he could get more meat up me.
"Mommaaaaaa!" I, too, stepped out of the pants and shorts at my ankles. I had to have her that way; propped against a wall, any wall, heavy woman thighs wrapped tight around my waist. I didn't have to tell Mom, either. With my stiff cock in her round belly, my arms around her, hers around me, she backed around the coffee table, around the arm of the sectional sofa-almost tripping us over the stepped-end table-to the wall beside the mantel where Pop's medal stood in its white leather case.
Again Mom raised one knee. "Hold my ass, Johnny, until I get up. OWWW! Hurry, love. Quick!"
I did like she said; dug my fingers in the hot crack of her soft ass and supported her weight as both legs came up and locked around my middle. I gasped, hunched my shoulders. I thought sure I'd die from the delicious feeling. With her long legs up, buttocks tilted downward, I could feel her ass-hole winking against my sacs, and her cunt, her magnificent wet vulva, open wider than I'd ever felt it open before. I pressed her back to the wall, held my throbbing dick planted to the roots, closed my eyes, and savored the fiery warmth of her tight upper sheath.
"Ummmmmmmmm! Am I too heavy, son?"
"Man, no!"
"Good like this, baby?"
I suddenly recalled what Daphne, sweet little Daphne, had said when I got the length of my stiff dick up her cute ass-hole. "Gooder than anything," I said.
Mom giggled girlishly. "Well, then fuck Mummy, lover. Don't be gentle. I ... Ummm! UMMM! I want you to fuck Mummy rough. Rough as you can. Put ... OWW! That's the way, Johnnylove. Put a finger ... no! Put two fingers up Mummy's rectum. Yes! Ummm! Keep fucking like that, dear. Hold real tight to Mummy's ass and she'll do most of the work."
I held tight. I rammed my first two fingers up her gaped open ass-hole, gripped the twin halves of her bottom, and humped. But Mother was right ... she was doing most of the work. Her sopping wet cunt made loud sloshing noises as she moved it up and down and around and around the length of my shaft. Her silky blonde wedge mashed itself against my wiry cock hair. And her breasts, her big-nippled pink and white cantaloupes, the blouse hanging open on either side, jiggled furiously as she strained to take even more of my dick in her belly.
I suddenly had a strange thought. I wanted a cherry-topped sundae. Two dips of vanilla ice cream. like Mom's boobs. I could almost taste the cold creamy stuff. But it quickly turned hot, cottonish, in my mouth. Mom's tantalizing wet pussy, her sloppy love hole-sloppy in the gooey, juicy way every man wants a pussy sloppy-was siphoning another kind of cream up from my scrotum. I hunched my shoulders lower ... bit one of the taut pink peaks dancing to the rhythm of our gyrating hips. Mom squealed pain. "You said rough," I told her.
"Yes, luv. Rough. Rougher!"
Pounding my dick so hard and high into her gash that my nuts slapped loudly against the underside of her ass with' each jab, I bit the other jiggling, jouncing, puckered pink peak.
"OWWWWOhhhhhh! More, Johnnylove. Hurt me! Make ... Ummmmmmmmm! Make Mummy yell. Fuck it all the way into me, son.
Yes! You ... AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You know what Mummy---likes, sweetheart. Do it. Hard!"
I indeed knew what she liked. Mom, too, it seemed, was becoming kinky about sex. Lately, since catching me and Daphne, she asked more and more to be hurt. Was it a psychological punishment thing? I wondered. A holdover from the dumb incest thing? I didn't know for sure. But where at first it had been, "Johnnylove ... kiss my pussy ... lap Mummy ... suck my titties," Mom now asked for the kinky stuff. But it made little difference to me. Anything that turned her on set a match to my rockets, too. So I bit down on her nipple so hard I thought sure it would bleed. And I humped with all my might. And I reamed her ass-hole with two rough fingers and thought, Christ! If I could somehow get her to kick the rest of her hang-ups-like about me and Sis fucking, and what I suspected was making her demand pleasure-pain instead of pure pleasure-I'd be the luckiest, fuckingest, suckingest fifteen-year-old stud in the world!
"Now, Johnny," cried Mom. She dug her long fingernails through my shirt and into my back. Her legs rose even higher on my waist, squeezed. "Come with me, honey. Shoot ... OWWWWW! Shoot off quick. I ... OWAHHM! I want ... UMMMMMM! To feel you popping off with ... ow! OW! With MEEEE!"
"Hold on just ... yeah man! Another second, Mom! Yeah! YEAH!" I pulled back, glanced down and watched the lips of her cunt breathe on the tip of my slippery wet cock. I held it there, at the lips, despite her effort to take it back inside. I held until I felt the hot cum inching toward the aperture in the glans. Then I thrust deep.
"Johnny. OH, LOVER! OWWWWWWWW!"
I joined her in a triumphant yell. I ground the roots of my sex into her dripping vulva, mashing hair against hair, and, burying my face in the niche at the base of her neck, expanded and contracted spurts of semen at the top of her vagina. My knees gave. We almost fell. I let go of one half of her ass and gripped the mantel for balance. I gasped ... sucking a hickey into the unblemished flesh of her neck as I fucked my cum into her.
We rested a moment ... lazily grinding off the last drops. Then Mon's legs dropped, one at a time, from my waist. She kissed me; a long, searching, passionate joining of lips. Her slender fingers played in my cock hair, twisting curls in the wiry stuff which was as different from the down of her bush as the softness of her inner cunt was from the hardness it held in its feathery grip.
"Are we done, lover?" she cooed at last.
"I've still got my shoes, socks, and shirt on," I replied, grinning and hefting the cheeks of her ass.
"Is that significant?"
"Sure! Who ever heard of fucking with shoes on?" This time I kissed her ... sucking the sweet breath from her soft, open mouth. She tightened her belly, causing little waves of pleasure to dance along the length of my cock. I steered her away from the wall-the way we'd come, my dick still snug in her sheath. Again she backed across the room. I laughed, breaking the kiss. "You walk like a duck," I said in answer to the quizzical look in her sleepy eyes.
Mom smiled. She pinched my ass. "On the sofa?"
"Let's do something different," I offered, eyeing her lovely, moist, parted lips. I could almost feel the head of my dick forcing its way past her sharp teeth ... sliding deep on her tongue.
"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking....
I backed her against the sofa. We fell, me between her widespread legs, onto the cushions. My cock popped out wet from her twat. Now I remembered how Mom protested, but let me feel her, and, as I got the panties off, became the aggressor. And Daphne and little Marie. They, too, had protested the first time we fucked and every time we tried something new. I was beginning to suspect it was natural, no matter how much they wanted it, for a woman to protest. It was better that way; sexier, I decided.
Again I kissed Mom, drove the tip of my joint into the fuzz at the tiny brown slit below the pouting lips of her cunt. She liked that, I knew. I could feel her thighs quiver and open wider. She raised her knees ... one leg atop the backrest ... making her ass-hole more accessible. I planted the head of my prick ... shafted halfway ... pulled out. She sobbed ... tiny brown slit searching for my escaped meat. I moved the glans to the mouth of her fiery pussy. With one brutal thrust, ripping a moan from her throat, I drove the entire length up her gash. Her cunt muscles gripped me. Again I pulled back ... slowly withdrawing from her sheath. Again I planted the head of my dick in the mouth of her nipping rectum.
I continued to alternate from hole to hole-sucking her tongue, kneading her breasts, pinching the nipples!-until Mom was so fucking worked up, so anxious for another hot load of cum, I knew she'd do anything I asked. I abandoned her lips, covered one rubbery nipple with my mouth. I sucked and nibbled. I rubbed the head of my cock on her clit, in soft pussy hair, along the even softer flesh of her inner thighs. While she panted, both holes open, trying to take my shaft, I kissed down her belly, her bush. I smelted her ... drank deep of the rich ready fragrance of her cunt.
"Eat me, Johnny," Mom pleaded.
I blew in her snatch, ran my tongue down one pink cunt lip, up the other.
"Suck it, baby love. Lap Mummy."
I kissed her ass-hole; flicked my tongue at the blood-engorged sphincters.
I had her for sure, I knew. The juice was spewing from her cunt like water from a drippy faucet. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were tightly closed. But her mouth, the only hole my dick hadn't sampled, hung provocatively open. Was she, as I was, I wondered, imagining the feel of my hot hardness slipping into her lovely face?
Kicking off my shoes, flinging my shirt across the room, I turned on the sofa. Before she knew what was happening, before she could protest, I threw one leg over her beautiful blonde head ... cock standing rigid ... pointing down ... the throbbing glans bare inches above her moist pink lips. I saw her eyes open, blink surprise. But before she could speak, I covered her fat cunt with my mouth ... making her sob and thrash about wildly. The tip of my prick brushed her chin. Electricity, the thrill of anticipation, played erotic music on the vibes of my spine. Rapidly I finger-fucked her ass-hole, sucked. Her ass rose off the cushions ... hips mashing smelly twat in my face. I spread the lips of her cunt with my fingers and drove my tongue as far up as it would reach.
Finally, when I saw the familiar tightening of her inner thigh muscles-Mr. Orgasm's calling card-I withdrew my mouth from her pussy and said, "Suck me off, Mom."
"Then do me, too. P-put my dick in your sweet mouth." I eased my hips down, placing the glans of my prick at the wet part in her glistening lips.
"No, Johnny. I ... oh! Oh, please!"
Chewing the hair on her bush, I forced my stiff cock into the part in her face. Her teeth stopped me. "Suck it, Mom. Daphne sucks it good. Marie too. Open your mouth ... in the shape of a big O like Sis. I'll go real easy ... little bit at a time 'til you're used to it. But you gotta gimme a knob job. You just gotta!"
Mom continued to protest and moan ... thrusting her lush pussy up at me. The lips of her cunt breathed like a fish out of water. I wanted, almost as much as I wanted her to blow me, to burrow my nose in the gaped open pink slit, and suck and suck and suck. But I made myself hold back. As with Daphne, when I reamed her ass-hole, it was now or never, I knew. And I had to, no matter what, no matter how much she protested, get my hard cock in her face or lose all hope of ever getting a blow job.
"Open up!" Taking her clit between thumb and forefinger, I squeezed. Mom yelped. Her teeth came apart, and my long, rock-hard prick, still covered with juice from her cunt and traces of shit from her ass-hole, slipped smoothly into her mouth. "AHHHHHHHHH! That's it, Ma. Take ... take it ... ummm! All! Suck! Eat my dick ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Gagging, trying to twist away, Mom took half the cylindrical monster into her face. Dry wretches wracked her body. Her tongue batted rapidly-like a shivery, raw piece of pink liver-against the thick vein running from my crotch to the collar of folded back skin at the neck of the glans. Her hips bucked. Her buttocks and heavy upper thighs trembled like custard.
I gasped and gyrated my ass, trying to get the rest of my joint in her mouth. Wrapping my arms around her wide hips, I locked my fingers in the hot crack up her behind, spread the cheeks, and began licking first her vulva, then her ass-hole. I forced my stiff dick deeper ... three quarters of the way into her face. I felt her hands at my waist, trying to lift me off. I bore down. "Suck it!" I demanded, humping relentlessly. "Don't fight. Now ... now your mouth's not cherry anymore, either."
"Stooop! It'sssss too big!" gurgled Mom. Furiously, the veins standing out in her neck and temples, she tried to push me away. She gagged. She struggled. "Johnneeeeee!"
I ignored her entreaties. With less than three inches of meat to go before my cock hair was flush with her lovely flushed face, and after waiting so long, I wasn't about to quit now. I let go of her ass. Propping myself on outstretched arms, so I could see both sopping wet lower holes while watching my dick penetrate the third, I drew back, as if I were going to take it out of her face; and, as she began to relax, releasing her hold on my waist, drove brutally downward.
"Arrumph!" said Mom. Her eyes opened wide-as if she couldn't believe the entire shaft was buried.
"Jesus! AHHH! Ohmanoman! Suck it, Ma. Suck!" I mashed my wiry cock hair into her face, forcing the roots, every last speck of hot dick, into her mouth. My labored breathing filled the room. I watched the saliva pour from the corners of her small mouth, roll down her round chin. It was a perfect fit. Another fraction of an inch in circumference and it would have been impossible ... a fraction less and my prick would have sloshed about. As it was, her full lower lip pouted sweetly, the upper sort of bowed, and I could feel her tonsils wiggling on the fat glans.
Mom's eyes opened even wider as I withdrew half the length, and slowly, gently, so as not to make her gag, shafted it back into the damp warmth of her mouth. She blinked. Some of the tension left her body. I was winning! I thought ... making her like it! I repeated the strategic maneuver ... retreating farther this time, and replanting my cock with more determination. Not a peep! Not a gag! Not the slightest sign of a struggle! I withdrew and advanced, in-out, in-out ... setting a steady fuck motion, and watching her take each jab, each cautious advance, with less apprehension.
Looking from her engorged face, to the juicy pink slit of her cunt, my mouth, too, began to water. Her white-blonde bush, and the delectable gate to her love hole, glistened wet with sweat and inner-cunt lubricants. The lips of her vulva were swollen. Her clit-Man in a boat! I thought. Where had I heard that? It was a curious thing to call the rubbery little hard-on which protruded at the top of the slit. I bent, setting my tongue to work on the helmet-like tip.
Mom shuddered. Lifting her soft ass, she offered the gorgeous mouth of her cunt for sucking. Again I wrapped my arms around her wide hips, spread her cheeks, and licked and sucked both delicious holes. Again I felt her hands at my waist. But this time she didn't try to lift me, didn't protest. Instead, her fingers stole gently over my raised buttocks ... seeking the reluctant brown round eye she invariably probed.
I sobbed as the familiar prod twisted past my sphincters. Mother fucker! I thought ... only moments before Mom had been struggling to keep my hard prick out of her mouth, and now, with the same urgency she'd displayed the first time we fucked there on the sofa, she was tickling my prostate: coaxing the semen up from the wrinkled hairy sacs slapping her beautiful face. And how she was sucking! The noise was loud in my ears, competing with my heartbeats. I could feel her slippery throat muscles or membranes or whatever it was caressing my cock, milking the sensitive glans, and pulling me toward another orgasm.
There was no longer any need to be gentle. Burrowing my face deep into her gaped open pussy, the crack of her lush ass, I withdrew, and slammed my rigid pole into her face. Again Mom gagged and the finger up my tight ass-hole hesitated. But as I slammed my meat home again and again, grinding coarse pubic hair into her lips each time the head of my joint touched bottom, all hesitation disappeared, too. Her long slender finger worked its wiles on the organ controlling the sticky stuff in my balls. I yelled into her bush ... planted and held my cock to the hilt as the first hot love worms whipped their tails up my tool.
The first gooey spurt sent a tremor through Mom's arched body. Her cunt, too, spewed juices over my face. I lapped them up, almost crying, making unrecognizable noises, sounds of joy, as the cum continued to geyser from the head of my tool. It was fantastic! The best suck off ever! The mere thought of Mom-beautiful, stacked: my white-blonde-pussied illicit lover-eating my joint was better than any three knob jobs I'd ever had. I humped man-meat into her face and sucked her sopping wet pussy. I smelled her hot ass-hole and drank the juice from her cunt. I finger-fucked, licked, and lapped, and filled her wonderful little mouth to overflowing, with wiggly, creamy, microscopic gism worms.
When the last drops had trickled off, leaving me rigid and anxious for more screwing, and Mom, too, had come, I again propped my weight on outstretched arms and watched her swollen lips turn inward and out along the length of my stoking hard-on. How she was sucking! She had swallowed my semen, gobbled it down. Now she was drawing on the glans, sucking from deep within her throat, searching for more. Her heavy-lidded eyes were glazed, and her hands, one finger high in my rectum still, beat a tantalizing tattoo on my buttocks and balls. It was always like this. Once I got Mom going, got her fucking good, there was no stopping her. It was as if my stiff cock was an idol, the sofa an altar, and Mom, the high priestess, was doing penance.
"Your teeth're sharp," I told her.
Mom curled her lips inward over her teeth to shield my pistoning cock. She didn't seem to mind that I had stopped eating her pussy. Now she seemed wholly engrossed with the hard thing shafting her face.
I sighed. Moving my hips in a slow, circular motion, fucking my dick in half strokes into her mouth, I thought about how strange it was for mothers and fathers, even kids, to feel guilty about incest. Fucking Mom, Daphne, now seemed the most natural thing. I suddenly wished there were more of us, more sisters. I could imagine myself with, say, five minxes like Daphne. An even half dozen, counting Mom.
I suddenly thought about Grandma. Slowly, lazily shafting Mom's face, I closed my eyes and envisioned Grandma ... the summer before ... at the beach ... wearing a bathing suit which barely contained her enormous, low-slung breasts. And thighs almost as good, as smooth and tapered, as Mom's. And a fat mound of hot cunt at the crotch of the one-piece swim-suit. I had never before considered Grandma-Nanny, she liked to be called-as a potential lay. Now I recalled the times I and Daphne slept at her place, and, after Grandpa died, when I was Sis' age, how she'd held me against her lush body ... just as Mom had held me before we began to fuck. There was one hell of a lot of good screwing left in Grandma, I now decided. She was eighteen years older than Mom, I knew. But she looked to be no more than thirty-five, was blonde like Mom and Sis, only honey-blonde. Did she have honey-blonde hair on her pussy, too? I wondered. Or was it black? I'd prefer it black, I decided. Kinky! Good old-fashioned coarse cunt hair ... the kind I hadn't been getting lately.
Five sisters and a sexy blonde grandmother and mother, I mused. Manoman! What a fucking, sucking, swinging group therapy session that would be!
Playfully nibbling my dick, obviously aware I was somewhere else, Mom brought me abruptly back to the living room. She appeared to be smiling. But I couldn't tell for sure with her mouth stretched wide and filled to capacity with my hard, insatiable dipstick.
"Hot old bitch!" I tickled her ribs. She squirmed. I rolled abruptly away ... popping my cock and a spray of saliva from her mouth. I sat on the edge of the sofa, retrieved her panties, and used the soft undergarment to wipe the spunk and spittle from my nuts and pubic hair.
Suspiciously, Mom eyed me. "Okay! After all that trouble to get your ... your thing in my mouth, all of a sudden you don't wanna fuck? Ha! Let's have it ... what're you scheming now?" She snatched the soiled undergarment from my hand, opened wide, and used the nylon as a swab to clean her pussy and ass.
I studied her; the ivory column of her neck which ended in a small indentation at her throat, the big-nippled pink and white tits which lay like huge powder puffs on either side of her creamy torso, the slight rise of her belly, the belly button, the dip below covered with tiny, almost colorless coils of soft pussy hair which fanned out and wedged in, disappearing between her thighs and continued under the lips of her juicy cunt to the puff of downy fur at the mouth of her rectum. And her legs! Best of all, I loved her long, lovely legs. Although Mom was only five-foot-six, she had the legs of a woman six-foot tall. I loved to watch them scissor open and tremble when she was about to take me in.
"Well?" Mom made a grab for my cock, frowned when I moved out of reach. She sat up, arms folded across her breasts, legs crossed at the ankle, and propped herself against the backrest where the sectional turned right below the front windows. "Let's have it," she demanded. "I'm still hot, so get it off your chest and let's get back to fucking."
Mom was right; there was indeed something special on my mind. Daphne! It had been weeks since I fucked her and it was indecent to be living in the same house with the minx without getting some. It was sort of like taking one bite from a succulent sirloin and leaving the rest for someone else to finish. I was sure Sis wasn't fucking anyone else. But the way she liked screwing, and with that provocative little body of hers more out than in the minis she wore daily, I was equally sure it wouldn't be long before someone-some inexperienced, snot-nosed kid from school, I supposed-would be getting what I was missing. I was determined not to let that happen. One way or another, I decided, Mom was going to have to accept the competition.
A sudden idea blinked like a 100-watt bulb in my mind. I took a deep breath. Stiff cock in hand, using it as a sort of persuader, I said, "It ... it's Sis. Little Daphne. I ... I heard she ... she's been ... I...." I paused for effect, watched her mouth open, as if she were about to speak, then blurted, "I heard she's been fucking some of the kids in her class."
"Oh, my God, no!" Mom raised one fist to her lips, bit into the index finger.
"Well, it's your fault," I continued, knowing she thought of Daphne as her little girl still. "She ... she's only human, Ma. With a pussy and all like that. And she---likes screwing as much-maybe more 'n you! Manoman! Did you see her go the day I had it up her cute behind? Wow! Talk about ass-hole fucking! Just a few minutes before you sneaked in and caught us, she was crying and begging me to stop. And then...."
"No!" interrupted Mom.
"No what, for crying out loud?"
"I know what you're getting at, Johnny. And the answer is no! If you think I'm gonna stand by and let you fuck your thirteen-year-old innocent baby sister-well, I'm not!"
"Innocent? Innocent? Jeez! She's got more fucking time, just with me, than a sailor has time at sea. And if I don't do it, someone else will. You ... you want her to be promiscuous or something? At least with me you're sure."
Mom's blonde eyebrows rose. "Sure?"
"Sure she ... sure she's not being mistreated!" I hollered. "Sure where she is at night and like that. Sure! I don't know. Sure of whatever it is mothers worry about kids like Daphne. S-U-R-E! for chrissakes!"
Now Mom studied me. Her gaze darted from my stiff cock, to my face, back. Color crept up her neck, bright red. But it wasn't embarrassment, I knew. See? she seemed to be thinking. I've given him everything. Everything he wants, and still....
"Ain't I enough?" cried Mom. Her lower lip trembled. Tears sprang into her eyes. "Do ... do you have to make what we do dirty by throwing Daphne in my face?" she added. "Is that what you want, Johnny? To show me ... to prove I'm not a good mother? To make me feel dirty and guilty for having sex with my son and failing my daughter?"
My mouth dropped open. All along I'd been thinking we had the incest thing beat, that jealousy was the only thing prompting Mom, and now this! I didn't know what to say. There I was, prick in hand, still smelling of cunt, Mom's cunt, her naked and wanting more, and all the time the dopey guilt thing rattling around inside her lovely head. It was incredible. Absurd. Now I was certain I'd never understand her. But I knew, knew it as well as I knew she'd open her legs at the slightest prompting from me, that getting her to accept Sis-to see us fucking, join us in bed and participate-was the only way Mom would ever get over feeling guilty.
"You didn't fail me," I whispered, taking her into my arms. She was like a little girl, all trembling and docile now. I kissed her smooth cheeks, her eyes. I fondled her breasts. I slid one hand down over her belly, forced my fingers between her legs.
"Johnny."
"You're the best mother and the best lay a guy ever had," I assured her. "But I love Daphne, too. I can't help it. I've got enough stiff cock for both of you and you gotta get over this thing about feeling guilty."
"I ... I can't help that, either, baby. Give me some time. Everything's happening too suddenly. I ... ummm! Let's not talk anymore now." She uncrossed her ankles. Her lovely long legs came apart. She raised one knee, placed one hand over the hand on her hot pussy. "Give me some time to think about it, Johnny," she added. "Maybe later, when I'm used to the idea, the thought of you and Daphne ... of you two doing ... of...."
"Of me and little Daphne fucking!" I supplied.
"All right! Of you and Daphne f-fucking. Maybe when I stop thinking of her as the sweet little baby I nursed, it won't seem so bad."
I dropped my face to her breasts, burrowed in the warm valley between. "I never knew you nursed us, Ma."
"Ummm! Especially you. You used to bite my nipples like a hungry little bear."
"Like this?" I nibbled the taut pink peaks.
"Oh, yes."
"But I was too small then to do this." I dug my fingers deep into her pussy.
"UMMM! But I wanted you to, Johnny. Even then. When you were a baby. I used to see your cute little hard-on-you always had one, you know ... even then-and think, 'Someday, when my Johnny-boy mini-peg's big and strong, some girl, some lucky little bitch'll get this up her pussy.' " She captured my pulsing dick, stroked.
"Bet you never thought it'd be you," I said, easing her down on the cushions and positioning myself between her wide-open long legs.
"Some ... ahhh! Sometimes I used to think about it. I used to kiss you all over down there. Once Momma, Grandma, caught me kissing your cute little hard cock though. That was 'way back before we bought this place and used to live there. 'Kissing that filthy thing,' she said. 'Shame on you!' She made me feel so terrible, so guilty, I never thought about it again 'til you got big and I used to see your thing hard in the morning, and feel it digging into my pussy when we kissed. I guess ... oh, Johnnylove, that's good. OWWW!"
I had lifted her other leg, spread her knees out to the side, and was trying to push my stiff dick up her hot ass-hole. But her rectum had dried out some while we talked and my tool wouldn't go in past the glans. I spit into the palm of my hand, saturated the head, and tried again. This time it penetrated.
"I ... I guess I always wanted you to fuck me," Mom continued as the tip of my prick slipped higher and higher up her tight rectum. "Even 'way back then. But I'll never forget the horrified look on your grandmother's face the time she caught me kissing you down there. She was always like that ... about sex, I mean. Even when I was a girl, a teenager, she used to tell me not to go out alone with boys. Imagine! Hm! If she only knew. I used to do it right there in the house, standing up in the front hall, with her and Pop watching TV in the living room a few feet away. I guess she's the one who filled my head with ... with whatever it is about Daphne. I don't know how ... OWWW! Oh, Johnnylove, all the way in. AHHHHHHHHH! I ... I don't know how Pop ever got her legs open to fuck and make me."
I drove the last hard inches of throbbing cock up her ass. I watched the pleasure-pain contort her beautiful flushed face. But I was thinking about other things: about Grandma in a tight bathing suit, and without one, naked, and what Mom had said about her not liking sex. I didn't think that was so. I didn't think anyone, no matter how much they protested, could go through life without fucking ... especially someone with a body like Grandma's. But now I knew why Mom was all tied up in mental knots about incest and like that. Slowly but surely, she was coming around. But if I could show, prove beyond any doubt that Grandma, despite her apparent pretenses, wanted a dick, my dick, the battle would be over.
"Love me, son," cooed Mother.
"I like it better when you're on your belly," I said against her breasts. "I like to watch you jiggle back there. It makes it twice as good."
"Then pull out. Quick!"
My joint popped sloppily from her ass-hole. On my knees, shit-smeared prick standing straight out, I waited for her to roll onto her belly. Her magnificent creamy buttocks quivered. She reached back with both hands and spread the soft halves of her ass.
"Now put it back, honey. Hurry. All the way up. Mummy wants to feel you inside."
"Man! Lookit it wink!" I repositioned myself between her gaped open legs, eased my weight onto her back, and drove the glans of my cock into the fuzz at her anus. It was even tighter now. I drove, pulled back, drove.
Mom moaned, lifted her luscious ass into me. The deep crack, the roots of my sex buried in the hole at the bottom, was a heavenly sight. Legs first, ass second, I thought. I ground my meat into her ... wondering again what Grandma, who was taller and heavier than Mom, would be like in bed. Her ass was even bigger than the one I was plowing. Did it have wrinkles? I wondered. Was it a girdle which gave her the well-rounded, sensuous plumpness? And her pussy
... was there gray mixed with the black or blonde or whatever?
"Fuck me, son. Ream Mummy's ass good." Mom's cheeks rubbed together as her hips began grinding the cum worms up from my sacs.
"You're great, Ma. Fantastic!" I reached under, rubbed her belly. She liked that, I knew. I cupped her pussy, rubbed there, too.
Easter! I thought. Two months away! There'd be ten days vacation from school. And me and Daphne, every year, spent five days apiece at Grandma's place.
Mom sobbed and thrashed as I fucked my hardness into her. If she only knew, I thought. If she only knew it was Grandmother's big ass I was fucking.
CHAPTER FIVE
The house where Mom had spent her girlhood was a cedar-shingled two-story on the outskirts of town. Where our place was modern, a low ranch type in a residential area, Grandma's home was sort of old fashioned-with dormers, a hip roof, wood shutters, and wood sash windows, the upper sash paned six ways. like the enchanted cottages in fairy tales, the house sat among trees and shrubbery and was surrounded by woodland.
I paused on the wide, open porch to watch a squirrel race up a grizzled tree across the dirt road. As a youngster, I remembered I used to cry when we came to visit and it was time to leave. There was no one in sight. The street was at rest ... a playground for small, furry creatures, and alive with the sounds and smells of the nearby woodland.
Without knocking, knowing Grandma walked around in a slip most times and wanting to catch her like that, I entered the house. Again I paused, listening. I could hear her humming at the back of the house. I shivered. Goose bumps popped out on my flesh.
I glanced about the small hall; a coat tree, with Grandma's long fur coat hanging from it, a table and lamp, and a framed reproduction of Whistler's Mother. Everything fit. It was old fashioned, but warm and pleasant and sort of mysterious ... like the mystery of what lay hidden beneath Grandma's slip. I suddenly recalled what Mother had told me about the hall. I could imagine her, as a young girl, standing in the dimly lighted hall, screwing date after date while Grandpa and Grandma watched TV.
Christ! I thought, cock beginning to ache, if Grandma could see me now, my hose fat, clearly defined in my pants leg, perhaps she, just as Mother did each time she saw my stiff prick, would become so excited, so hot, she'd forget the silly inhibitions, and willingly, even eagerly, give me some of what I'd come to spend Easter vacation with her for.
"Suppose she really does hate sex?" I said aloud, having momentary misgivings. I hesitated. Looking toward the living room, I listened to her hum. She had a sweet, young voice. A voice to match her ungrandmother-like body.
"Shit!" I blurted ... much too loud. "Nobody, but nobody! hates fucking!"
"Johnny? Is that you I hear in the hall, Grandson?"
"Ah ... yes, Nanny."
"Well, come in. What in the world are you doing hiding out there, anyway?"
Still a little bit frightened, unsure of myself, but determined to make Grandma give, thereby proving to Mother what I'd set out to prove, I set my bag down and strode to the kitchen at the back of the house.
Hands on hips, honey-blonde hair muddled from sleep and flowing girlishly about her bare shoulders, Grandmother stood at the sink. My heart leaped. She was wearing the slip I'd expected, longer than those Mother and Daphne wore, but flimsy and bulging at hip and breast. Sunlight from the window behind her made the nylon transparent. I stifled a groan. For although the slip hung almost to her knees, I could see her full fleshy thighs and the dark, puffy, mysterious area, where her pussy formed a fat wedge at the crotch of the panties. My dick, now full blown, jerked.
Grandmother eyed me, head to toe. Her gaze lingered at my bulging fly. She sniffled. "Who were you talking to out there?"
"Myself mostly. I do that sometimes when I think." I crossed the kitchen, kissed her cheek. Her skin, except for tiny crow's-feet at the corner of each hazel eye, was as smooth and blemishless as Mother's. My stiff cock brushed her thigh. I hugged her ... thinking sure I'd come in my pants if my rod once made contact with the soft swell between her big legs.
Pushing me away, holding me at arm's length, Grandmother said, "What in the world's gotten into you, boy? You're as red as a ripe beet. And trembling like a leaf in a windstorm.
Why, if I didn't know better, wasn't your grandmother, I'd swear you have a schoolboy crush on me."
I tried to smile. But my face felt as if it were made of porcelain and cracking. Should I come right out and say it, I wondered. Maybe hug her again and rub my hard dick in the space between her lush thighs? "I ... I guess I'm a little tired," I said, chickening out. "I ... I had to get up extra early to get the bus out here. I ... I didn't "even have time to eat breakfast." I watched her tits heave. My joint pulsed. I wanted to throw her to the floor, rip off the slip, and take some of her fat hot grandmother pussy.
Grandmother shook her head. Turning me, she marched me to the table and sat me down. "What you need is something to eat. Something nice and hot in your belly."
I took a deep breath. Now or never! I told myself. "How about you?" I countered, watching her eyes grow wide as I gripped the long thing in my pants leg. "How'd you like something nice and hot up your belly?"
Abruptly, Grandmother turned away, moved back to the sink, as if unaware of what I was talking about. "You're acting very strange, Grandson," she said over one shoulder. "I've never seen you like this. I'll make us some ... some nice hot cereal."
I watched her fiddle nervously with pots and dishes. Sunlight shone through the white slip, the panties. Now I could see the dark crack-darker and deeper, hot and hairy at the bottom, I knew-up her big wide ass. "I ... I never saw you like this, either," I told her, fumbling with my fly, undecided whether or not to take out my cock. Wanting to, not wanting to. Frightened and anxious and wanting to fuck, to stick my long dick between her cushiony grandmother cheeks. "I never really took a good look at you before," I continued, growing bolder as my enraged cock grew harder and pulsed and jerked, threatening to shoot off. "Manoman! You don't look like any grandmothers I know," I told her. "You're almost as young-looking as Mom. I bet you fuck as good, too. I bet your pussy's as hot and tight."
Grandmother spun from the sink, glowered at me. Her tits heaved so fast I thought sure they were going to pop from the neck of the low-cut slip. "How ... how dare you speak to your grandmother like that?" she demanded, eyes ablaze, gaze darting from my lap, to my face, to my lap. "Why, I ... I never heard such terrible language in all my life. Pussy! Fuck! My Lord-where on earth did you learn such horrible things?"
"Fucking ain't horrible," I objected. "It's the greatest! You probably forgot. I guess it's been a long time since anyone put one of these up your belly." I unzipped the fly of my pants and let my stiff prick poke its head out.
Grandmother gasped. Now she, too, was as red as a ripe beet.
"I bet you haven't even seen man-meat like this since Grandpa died," I went on, working the rest of my tool, the shaft, out of the tight shorts. "Man! I bet your pussy's red hot for lovin'. I bet you could fuck all day. I bet...."
Quick as a deer, Grandmother came at me. Her hand cracked loud against the side of my face-once, twice, three times. "You filthy little boy," she hissed. "You put that horrible thing in your pants immediately. My Lord-I'm not only old enough to be your grandmother, I am your grandmother!" She towered over me, trembling, gaze nailed to my hard joint.
The blow stung. And there were bright little Technicolor lights blinking all over the place. But there was no turning back now. Coming off the chair, I wrapped my arms tight around her waist, and hugged her warm, ample body. In the low heel slippers she wore, the top of her honey-blonde head was even with mine. Her hair smelled of fresh lilacs. I buried by face at the base of her neck, pretended to sob, and let my stiffness find its own way to her heated crotch. "I can't help it, Nanny," I whispered, running my hands over her back, stopping just short of the outward curve of her hip. "Don't be angry with me. Just lemme ... lemme hold you like this for a little while. like we used to. When I was little."
Grandmother started to speak, stopped. I could feel the confusion, the uncertainty, in her body. I had appealed to her maternal instinct, and no woman I knew particularly a mother and a grandmother, could ignore such a plea.
"This is all very naughty." Gently Grandmother patted the back of my head. "Why, if anyone caught us like ... with your ... your peter out ... so ... so terribly hard ... and me in a slip ... in ... in each other's arms ... they'd never believe...."
I pressed closer. My stiff dick, like an arrow finding the bull's-eye, burrowed into the space between the top of her full thighs. I dropped one hand from her hip, to her ass. "Just a little bit," I coaxed. "Hug me some. like you used to. I ... I feel so bad about making you angry and all."
"We shouldn't."
"I know. But it feels so good. You're beautiful, Nanny. So soft." I cupped one half of her ass, pressed her close onto the glans of my burrowing cock.
"My Lord!"
"Hug me, Nanny. Real hard." Slowly I inched the slip up the back of her thighs. The hem met my fingertips. I inched it higher still ... baring the panties stuck deep in the hot crack of her delectable behind. She made no move to stop me. Jesus! I thought, kneading a cheek the size of a watermelon, the old bitch was easier than I'd anticipated. Kissing her neck, her shoulder, moving my lips toward the melons in front, I lifted the shaft of my rod into her twat.
Abruptly Grandmother's mood changed. "That's enough!" she said, breaking away and putting the long, polished wood table between us. But how she stared at my cock! She tried not to, tried to glance away. Yet each time she did, her gaze returned to the torpedo-shaped head of my tool. She was almost drooling: captivated beyond redemption by the sight of stiff, capable, cunt hungry man-meat.
I, too, abruptly changed tactics. Slipping my dick inside the pants, noting the immediate flick of disappointment in her eyes, I casually zipped my fly and said, "All right Nanny, I ... I guess I better go lay down. I guess ... well, I suppose I'm just tired, after all."
"May ... maybe you better. Yes! Get some rest! I ... I'll call you later. At lunchtime." Turning her back to me, Grandma pretended interest in the fry pan on the stove.
I hesitated a moment. Her wide ass was so lovely ... sunlight from the window shimmered off the mounds beneath the nylon slip. I wanted to dash across the kitchen and bury my face in the valley between her young, smooth, exquisitely formed cheeks. I wanted to. Christ! How I wanted to! Instead, I turned and quietly left the room. For I knew-knew it as well as I'd known Sis would give me some ass-hole and Mom would eventually go down on my knob-Grandma, who apparently hadn't been fucked since Grandpa died, was going to give me some hot pussy ... perhaps before nightfall, but definitely before I returned home at the end of Easter vacation.
I was asleep. I was dreaming. At least I thought I was dreaming. But then I felt a weight tipping the mattress, and knew such things never happened in dreams.
But I pretended to be sleeping still. I opened my eyes just a hair, quickly turned onto my back. I had stripped to jockey shorts. The maneuver not only covered the telltale eyelid movement, but set my piss hard-on skyward ... protruding from the fly of the tight shorts ... giving my ungrandma-like Grandma a good look at what she'd sneaked into the room to see.
I lay still, waiting. I could hear the wind outside ... a tree's branches brushing against the house. And Grandma's breathing. Loud. Labored. But nothing happened and I almost opened my eyes to see what in the hell she was up to.
Then suddenly, as if a butterfly had gotten inside the room and mistaken the swollen tip of my prick for a flower, I felt a feathery touch. God! I thought, struggling inwardly to keep my hips from giving me away. Was, it her hand I felt? Her lips? I gritted my teeth, made my body relax. I was getting pretty adept at seducing my female relatives, I thought. To keep my mind off what Grandma was doing, I considered cousins, aunts, two nieces and another grandmother-though she was older, and not nearly as fuckable as Mom's mother-whom I might try next. I thought about Daphne, about how it would be after I went to Mom with proof about Grandma, and Sis, minx-like Daphne, joined us in bed. I thought about school. About the movies. About the football game I'd watched on TV New Year's Day. I thought about just about everything except the feathery thing playing like a fluff ball on the glans of my cock.
I lay still until the mattress shifted again, and the feathery thing became a wet, swirling tongue. She was licking my dick. Grandmother, who, years before, had scolded Mother for doing the very same thing, was kissing and wetting my hard-on ... preparing to suck me off.
As if controlled by a mind of their own, my hips bucked upward.
"Good Lord," breathed Grandma.
I opened my eyes; met and held her gaze. "Wanna suck me off?"
Grandmother hesitated. She was sitting the bed sidesaddle; one knee up, the slip high on her thighs, the shadowy area at her crotch open and inviting. Her nipples were hard ... even bigger than Mother's peaks. They showed, like tasty red carrot tips, through the slip.
Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts, I lifted my hips and pushed the undergarment down. I wanted her to see my hairy balls ... see everything down there. I pushed the shorts down and off my legs, lay back. "Go ahead," I told her. "Put my hard dick in your mouth. Suck me off."
"You ... you're a sinful boy," choked Grandmother, hand fluttering at the roots of my sex.
Taking firm hold of her wrist, I forced her hand onto my hardness. She gasped.. But her long cool fingers closed and her head, her moist lips, moved closer to the throbbing gland. My gaze dropped to her gaped open legs. "You should wear stockings," I told her, inching my free hand up the inside of one fleshy thigh. "I like fucking like that. The first time I screwed Mom, I made her take everything off except the stockings and garter belt. Man! She looks great like that ... black all around her white-blonde pussy."
Grandmother bolted to an erect sitting position. Her hazel eyes grew as round as saucers. "You ... you did ... you d-did that w-with y-y-your mother?"
I nodded. "Daphne too."
"But that ... that's horrible! Have you no sense of decency? No morals?"
I cupped the hot wet crotch of her panties, squeezed. She shivered. "Mom and Sis and now you," I whispered. "Mom said you don't like fucking. But I knew better all along. I bet you're a better fuck than anybody. What color's your pussy?" Before she could answer, I threw the slip high and leaned close to her lap. Now I could see the dark wedge beneath the panties and the little black curls peeking from the tight leg band.
My cock in one hand, Grandmother leaned back on the other. "You ... you mustn't touch Nanny there. It ... it's sinful. It ... oh, my dear darling grandson. You ... really mustn't!"
I moved the panties aside, exposing her fat, hairy-oh, so hairy-midnight black pussy. I thought it strange but wonderful that Grandmother should be a blonde with a black thatch. But there wasn't a blonde or a gray strand in the bunch. It was almost blue-black and thick and coarse but cushiony. I drove my stink-finger hard into the puffy, bright pink, loose lips of her ungrandmother-like cunt.
Grandma moaned. Her big ass came off the bed ... forcing my middle finger all the way up her roomy twat. Her head dove, like a bird after a tempting worm, into my lap. She opened her soft lips and took the swollen glans of my dick quickly into the damp warmth of her mouth.
It was my turn to moan. I felt her wet mouth on my rod, gripped the back of her honey-blonde head, and humped my jerking meat in to her tonsils. "Suck it, Nanny. Eat my prick. I'll give you the best cum load ever." I guided her lovely legs onto the bed, twisted and turned until we lay crotch to face, crotch to face. I worked the panties down her hips. "Lift up," I told her, yanking the nylon off her big soft ass.
Grandmother sucked my cock in and out of her face. There was no hesitation, no gagging. She took my eight inches as if she'd mouthed hundreds of joints and mine was a mere toothpick. She fondled my balls and made loud slurping noises and, when I got the panties all the way off and buried my face in her scrumptious bush, ground her juicy cunt onto my darting tongue.
Nanny was no novice at cock-sucking, I thought as the smell of her filled my nostrils. She had a good, strong odor, headier than Mom and Daphne. Because, I supposed, her twat had been in cold storage, dickless, accumulating spunk for years. I drank deep of the rich, woman fragrance; lapped the delicious lubricants, thick and creamy love juices, from the mouth of her sloppy wet vulva.
I let her suck my joint awhile, until I felt the cum gathering at the base of my tool. Then I pulled the long slippery cylinder out of her face. "Take off your slip, Nanny. I always wanted to see what your big tits look like without clothes. Take it off and lemme fuck my dick between 'em."
"My Lord, Grandson. You ... you're a terrible boy. Just ... just too horrible for words!"
Kneeling on the bed, I grinned. "Don't you like my stiff prick? You sucked it pretty good. Seems like you liked it pretty good inside your mouth." I moved my cock back and forth above her face. With satisfaction, I watched her eyes. Although she was still trying not to show it, her gaze never left the blood-engorged tip and she was ready to do anything, anything at all, to get the hot feel of man-meat inside her once more.
Yet still, Grandmother hesitated. I glanced down, to her cunt. Her legs were wide open, hips doing a slow, anxious bump-grind, her big black pussy dripping its spunk on the sheet. Wedging my fingers together-all four and the thumb-I rammed the wedge between her gaped open thighs.
Finally, after several minutes of having her sopping wet cunt finger-fucked and staring at my dancing cock, the last barrier came down, and Grandmother, face contorted with need, thrashing about wildly on the bedsheets, looked pleadingly into my eyes, and said, "Darling Grandson. You ... you make me feel like a young woman again. I'd almost forgotten how ... umummmum ... good it can be!" She wrapped both hands around the base of my rigid tool; raised up and kissed the fat tip. "P-put it wherever you want-up my pussy, my ass. But hurry! Put it somewhere before Grandmother busts."
"First let's get this off." Taking hold of the neck of the slip, I yanked. The seam split down one side.
"My Lord! Aren't you the anxious one." Modestly, Grandmother covered the enormous melon which appeared at the gap in the slip.
"Manoman! What a fucking tit! I never saw one that big before." Hungrily I eyed the incredible melon. I squeezed it. I pinched the cone-shaped brown nipple. Both my hands put together wouldn't fit around the base. Although it wasn't as firm as Mother's luscious left boob, and tiny blue veins showed through the porcelain-white skin, it was the kind of a boob guys dream about cuddling. My throat filled with saliva. Mouth wet and open, I pounced greedily upon the gigantic rubbery nipple. I rolled it between my lips, sucked, drew it into my mouth, as if Grandma was my personal lollipop.
Clutching my head to her breast with one hand, frantically whacking me off with the other, Grandmother cooed, "Kiss the other one, too. It's lonesome. See?" She pulled her shoulders together and shrugged my playmate's twin out of the torn slip. It bounced like quivery white Jello.
Panting, about three seconds away from shooting off, I scrambled astraddle her torso.
"What in the world...? "
"I gotta stick my cock between 'em, Nanny! Man! I just gotta!" I bunched what was left of the neck of the slip in my hand and shredded it to her waist.
"Oh, my. Oh myohmyohmy! Don't waste it. In my pussy. Please! It ... it's been so terribly long since I felt a stiff one pop off." Grandmother tried to push me down her lush body. Her ass came high off the bed ... cunt searching for meat.
I refused to be dissuaded. Squeezing her mountainous tits together, and driving the head of my dick into the tight slit between, I said, "First between your boobs. Mom lets me do it to her there all the time. Hold 'em together for me. Watch my cock poke out on top. Manoman!" I worked my ass back and forth as her hands took over the squeezing process. I humped my joint in and out and watched her eyes zero in on the pistoning glans. It was the greatest; best because her paps were softer than Mom's, and gave and closed on my shaft like hot white putty.
While I continued to fuck my joint between her tits, humping with all my might, Grandmother lifted the gorgeous melons high, close to her chin. Her long pink tongue flicked out. I yelped as the hot tip touched the knob of my cock. I shafted faster. Now, each time the head appeared at the top of her breasts, Nanny's swirling tongue was there ... probing the aperture ... pulling the gism up from my sacs with fiery little licks.
"Oh, Grandson," cried Grandmother as a glistening bead of cum appeared at the aperture in the glans of my cock. "Put it back in my mouth. Hurry!"
I couldn't resist such a plea. I scrambled higher, shimmying my ass over her boobs, feeling her big nipples flatten beneath the weight of my buttocks, and shoved the tip of my tool between her parted wet lips. "Suck it all in, Nanny. I ... ahhh! Ohahhhhhhhh!"
Grandmother gripped my hips. Pulling me forward, she took the entire hard length of my poker into her face. "Shoot!" she demanded in a garbled voice. "Fuck your cum into me," she gurgled. "Now!" she hollered, finger-fucking my ass-hole and moving her mouth rapidly back and forth on the shaft of my prick.
I fell forward, arms and legs outstretched, and pounded my throbbing meat into the depths of her throat. It was like fucking a bodiless cunt. For now there was nothing except bed from my waist up, and nothing except Nanny's hot wet mouth below. "Eat it, Grandmaaaa," I sobbed as the load tickled its way up the inside of my long dick. "Suck real hard. Harder! Suck out my cum."
Noisily Grandmother sucked. She drew my bloated cock deeper still ... all the way down her warm, slippery gullet, it seemed. Gripping the cheeks of my ass, she held me tight to her face and made loud swallowing noises as the first drops of hot gism trickled off. Then, as the first powerful blast followed the trickle, she thrashed wildly; gurgling, sucking me off like there was no tomorrow. She trapped one of my legs between hers-bony knee rubbing, digging into her big black pussy-and drank as spurt after hot spurt of good cum flew from the jerking stiffness buried to the hairy roots in her face.
"AHHHHHHH! Suck it all. Suck! Su-uck!" I slammed my joint into her mouth, coming. There seemed to be no end to the cream in my balls. I clutched her head and shot. Blasting. Love nut after love nut. I closed my eyes and saw Mother, her wet white-blonde pussy milking the semen from my cock. And Daphne ... beside me and Mom in bed ... tight red-blonde snatch open and waiting its turn. "OHAHHHH!" I gasped, pounding the eight hard inches of my insatiable meat into the well of Grandmother's face, and thinking how good it would be when Mom finally gave in and the three of us-me, beautiful Mom and sweet little Daphne-climbed naked into the same bed and fucked and sucked one another until we lay exhausted. "Suck it all, Nanny. Suck it! Suck it! SUCK IT!"
Grandmother willingly obliged. Even after the last blast, the last of my gooey semen slithered down her throat, she drew deep. Her mouth was like a rubber full of hot water ... tight and clinging. She sucked until some of the stiffness left my prick and it was obvious, even to her, that it would take some doing to get it up fully hard again.
Spitting my dick from her face, Grandmother-my lovely, ungrandmother-like, sucking Nanny-gasped and said, "Darling Grandson. I haven't sucked a cock like that since ... why, since your great uncle, Grandfather's brother, Harry, spent the weekend with us ten years back."
Fucking women! I thought. All crazy! Every one of them, it seemed, pretended to be staid, pretended fucking was something everyone else did! And every one of them-Mother, Grandmother, probably the rest of the family-had at least one skeleton prick in their closet. I sat up, dropped one hand to her gaped open pussy. "Uncle Harry?" I asked, spreading the bright pink lips of her vulva and shoving two fingers in to the hilt.
Opening wider still, the slip in shreds at her waist, Grandmother closed her eyes, as if remembering. She raised one knee; let it drop out to one side. Her hips moved slowly ... succulent black pussy grinding on the length of my fingers. "It was this time of year," she said finally. "Easter. Harry was here for ... for three nights. Your grandfather h-had to work I-late at the store Saturday, and Harry...."
Grandmother's voice caught. The memory seemed painful. I watched her blonde head move in jerks. Her big cunt locked tight on my fingers. "Did he make you fuck him?" I asked, positioning myself between her fleshy thighs ... face close to the wonderful smell, the wetness, the warmth of her luscious ass-hole and cunt.
"It ... it was horrible," choked Grandmother. "He raped me. It ... it began the night before, while your grandfather was taking a shower. Harry tried to ... to...."
"To stick his hard dick up your cunt?" I kissed her hot winking brown ass-hole, drove my fingers in and out, in and out of her twat.
"Yes! He ... he came up behind me in the kitchen, and before I knew what was happening, before I could stop him, had his hands on my breasts, and his ... his thing ... hard against ... d-d-digging in...."
"In your ass!" I supplied, shafting her rectum with the stink-finger of my left hand. I could imagine her-ten years before-better-looking, younger, hotter, bent over the sink. And Great Uncle Harry sneaking up behind ... pressing his stiffness between the huge cheeks of her ass. I, too, wanted to fuck her there. I wanted to fuck out her ass, her cunt, fuck all over her soft, stacked, silky body.
"In ... in my ass!" Grandmother continued, the halves of her wide bottom opening and closing ... ass-hole nipping my finger ... succulent cunt dripping its fragrant juices over the palm of my hand. " 'A ... a quick fuck!' he said. 'The old man'll never be the wiser. We can do it right here while he showers.' I said no. But he made me so hot ... pinching my nipples erect ... pumping against me back there. I let him lift the hem of my house dress ... all the way up. I ... I didn't want to. But he was so persuasive ... whispering in my ear ... saying what he would do to me. Before I knew what was happening, he had a ... a finger up me back there, and another in front. My Lord! I didn't want to but it felt so good. like now. So good. And then we heard the shower stop and both jumped, and when your grandfather came down, suspecting nothing, we pretended nothing had happened."
Licking her sphincter muscles, marveling anew at how good a woman's ass-hole smelled, I said, "But he got you the next night. Tell me how. Did he fuck your ass?" Withdrawing my fingers from both holes, I spread her enormous, quivery cheeks, and flicked my tongue in and out of her hot anus.
"Oh, Grandson, Stop! You ... you're making Grandmother do such terrible things. Ow! OWWW! You ... you mustn't do that. You ... you mustn't suck Grandmother there."
I covered her big stinking ass-hole with my mouth; blew in.
"OWWWWWWW!"
"Tell me what happened with you and Harry," I muttered, alternately sucking and blowing and washing her delectable shitter with tongue.
"Yes! It ... it happened almost the same way the next night. But in the bedroom. I ... I knew he was after me. He'd been following me around all day ... his thing hard in his pants. And I knew Grandfather wouldn't be home until midnight. So I went to my room. But just as I was thinking he'd never follow me there, Harry came in. I was changing. He ... he came up behind me again, and pressed his s-s-stiff dick up the panties where they were stuck in the crack of my ass. 'Let's fuck!' he whispered. 'Just a little fuck. I've been wanting to ram this up your belly for years.' Again I said no. I struggled. But he t-t-took it out and pushed it between the back of my thighs. My Lord! It ... it was so big!" Grandmother raised her other knee ... let it drop to the side so that her thighs formed a wide V and her cunt gaped all the way open. Moaning, she mashed her sopping wet lower holes in my face.
My prick was as stiff as a crowbar. But I had by now learned that hearing about screwing enhanced the real thing. And so I continued to dart my tongue from hole to hole, finger-fucking and licking, sucking and lapping, smelling and blowing my breath into her belly. Panting, grinding her sex into my face, Grandmother went on: "OWWW! 'You ... you'll give me some cunt or I'll take it,' Harry growled. 'Fucking hot pussy of yours. Open up! Give!' I broke free, pleaded. He followed me around the bed.
'D-don't make me,' I begged. 'I ... I'm your brother's wife. It ... it's sinful!' But it did me no good. Harry laughed. 'We ... we'll keep it in the family,' he said, trapping me in the corner. I got down on my knees ... beseeching him to stop. But his cock was out. Hard. So big and stiff and jerking close to my face. And then, before I could say anything more, before another word could pass from my open lips, he gripped my head in his huge hands, and ... and...."
"Manoman!" I breathed into her fat cunt. "He fucked your face like that?"
Grandmother reached for me, dragged me up her trembling body. "Yes!" she sobbed. "Right there ... me on my knees ... begging him to stop. He ... he held my head still, and ... and f-f-forced the head of his big hard dick in my mouth. I ... I thought I'd die. It was so huge ... long and big around. But he kept pressing it deeper. Deeper and deeper. All ... all the way in." Eyes tightly shut, making tiny noises deep in her throat, Grandmother locked her soft white thighs around my waist. Her cunt, the hair wet with spunk from her juicy hole, sought my joint. "Put it in," she cried. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck Nanny."
"Je-sus!" I reached down, steered the glans of my cock to the lips of her sloppy black pussy. It slid in to the roots. "AHHH! D-did he fuck you, too?" I gasped, letting my meat soak in her loose warmth.
"Oh, yes. Yes! Yes! Yessssssssssss!"
"Tell me how."
"Fuck ... ow! OWWW! Fuck now! No more ... ummmmmm! Talk! Fuck Nanny's pussy.
Fuck!"
I pulled my cock abruptly out of her gaping wet hole. "Not until you tell. I ... I wanna do it the same way ... the way Uncle Harry did. Did he do you on the bed? On the floor? I won't fuck you 'til you tell."
"F-first he c-came in my face," whispered Grandmother, her big hairy twat still snapping at the tip of my meat. "T-then he m-made me lay o-over the edge of the b-bed."
"Man! Get like that."
Moaning, almost crying, so hot she could hardly control her limbs, Grandmother dropped her legs from my waist. "You ... you make Nanny do such horrible things," she said as she turned onto her belly and lay, the shredded slip twisted around her middle, with her big white buttocks over the edge of the bed.
I stood, enraged meat in hand, looking down from behind and between her heavy legs. Uncle Harry sure knew what he was doing, I thought. Now I could see her entire slit, pussy hair, the deep crack separating her cheeks, and her tight winking brown ass-hole. It was a fantastic sight. Just looking made me almost pop off. I had fucked Mother like that many times: over the edge of the sofa, the coffee table. But Grandma's big sexy ass, and the fact that she was Grandma, and the added delight of knowing Mother no longer had any excuse to deny me the last, the absolute best fuck of all, made it extra special. "Did Uncle Harry stand up or lay down on you?" I asked, caressing her bottom, running my fingers through the puff of coarse hair at the mouth of her rectum.
"Put it in me. Darling Grandson ... pleeze!"
"Standing or what? What'd he do after he threw you down on the bed?"
"He ... he tore off my panties and fell with his big dick back there ... poking first one hole, then the other. 'Please!' I begged him. 'Stick ... stick it in me! P-p-put your cock up my pussy. Hurry!' "
Visualizing what Uncle Harry had done, how he made her give, and wishing she still had her panties on so I could do-likewise, I fell with my hard cock between her soft upper thighs. I steered the head back to her cunt, shafted it into her. Tremors shook her body. She twisted and grinded her hips, her loose twat working frantically on my tool.
But it was no good like that. Grandmother was just too roomy and sloppy down there. Her cunt felt like a bottomless pit. So I kneeled, taking her with me, and made her close her thighs, her cunt, on my joint. "That's better," I told her. "Nice 'n' tight. Now fuck, Nanny. Work your hot pussy. Make me come." I planted my prick to the roots, and ground my pubic hair against her soft buttocks.
"Oh, yes!" Bucking her wide hips from side to side, back and forth, Grandmother made her lush cheeks rub together. They shook, tightening each time my cock dove in to the hilt. Her big hairy cunt seemed to breathe. Contracting the velvety inner muscles, squeezing the knob of my dick in a feathery vise, she drew me deep, deeper still ... all the way into the hot tight wetness of her vagina.
"G-Grandmaaa...! " The foreplay and talk had worked on me, and I was busting already. Gasping, dick aflame with lovely sensation, I fell onto her back and unloaded my gism. I felt it ooze out and run down the inside of her thighs. I held myself tight to her ass, savoring the feel of her buttocks, her cunt ... trying, it seemed, to suck my nuts inside the sheath, too.
I rested a moment, letting her milk off the last drops. There was only one hole left to be fucked-perhaps the best, the tightest. And although my joint was beginning to go limp again, I was determined not to let her escape before she gave me some hot round eye.
Finger-fucking the depths of her rectum, I asked, "Did Uncle Harry fuck you there, too?"
"Not there. He ... he couldn't get hard after the second time."
"I can."
Grandmother shivered. She looked back at me with undeniable lust in her eyes.
"Want me to ream out your butt? Mom---likes it that way. Sis, too. They say it's like being screwed in both places at once." I glanced down, watched her sphincters close. Jesus! I thought ... could it be Nanny had never been reamed? Impossible! With an ass like hers, I was sure someone, somewhere, if not Grandpa, had planted meat in her rectum.
But it was true. Unbelievable, but ... almost true, anyway. In fifty-one years, Grandmother had been banged in the ass-hole only twice, she said. The first time was when she was a mere girl; after the high school prom, when she had gotten drunk, fallen asleep in someone's car, and awoke to find her best friend's date driving a hard prick up her rectum. Again, as with the story of Great Uncle Harry, she became hungry for dick with the telling. And then came the second story ... even better:
"He was a soldier," confided Nanny, willingly getting down on her hands and knees on the rug as I popped my joint from her twat and wiggled the head in the brownish hair at her anus. "It was right after me and Grandfather were married. I was supposed to be out with a girl friend ... going to a late movie. But she didn't show up. So I went to the movie alone. I had no intention of being picked up, mind you-sex was the furthest thing from my mind. But there he was ... so tall and handsome in his tailored uniform. He was younger than me, by four years. Seventeen. But I always did have a weakness for men in uniform." She paused-remembering again, I supposed. She spread her knees wide, giving me an unhampered overhead view of her shitter.
Wanting it to last, not wanting to pop off as quickly as I'd just done in her pussy, I prolonged entry. There was no hurry. There were four days left before Daphne came to spend the second half of Easter vacation and I returned home. I ran the tip of my dick up the crack of her big soft ass, then down. I rubbed the glans in her cunt hair. Tiny drops of gism were hardening there. I returned the tip to her ass-hole, but refused to push in. "Did he ream you right there in the movie house?" I asked hoarsely. "In his lap maybe? With ... with everyone watching the picture?"
"Lord no! He ... he was shy. He kept glancing my way, but said nothing. All through the first feature he sat two rows away. But then, during intermission, when the lights came on and I went to the ladies' room and came back, he was sitting in the seat next to mine. I sat down. The lights went out. And then, soon after the second feature started, I felt his hand on my thigh. 'What in the world...? ' I began. But he had such nice eyes ... such an innocent, lonely face. 'Just let me feel you,' he said. 'I ... I have only tonight before I ship out. The Pacific. I ... I may never come back.' I almost wept when he said that. 'Don't even think that!' I cried. He was so ... so young. So manly."
Grandmother pushed back, trying to take the knob of my prick into her rectum. I held her away by the hips. I fingered her ass-hole; raised the finger to my nose, and drank deep of the smell. "Then where?" I insisted.
"He ... he asked me out for a drink. We went to a little neighborhood place nearby, and drank and danced 'til closing time. I told him my husband, Grandfather, was waiting. He insisted upon walking me home ... saying he didn't want to leave me alone that time of the night. So brave. We passed a neighborhood park and he asked me to stop. 'A little stop wouldn't hurt,' he said. 'Just a little one.' By then I knew what he wanted and couldn't stop myself. He'd been so good to me. So I let him lead me to a dark gazebo ... let him kiss me ... and by the time he got his hand under my dress, panties and up my ass, it was too late. Who'd know? I thought. A little fuck! A little fuck wouldn't hurt! I had no idea what he was really after.
And when he got my cunt sopping wet, got the panties down and told me to bend over the rail, I thought he meant to jab me from behind. Until I felt it. So hard. like ... like yours, Grandson." Again she tried to push back, to capture my joint with her nipping ass-hole.
"Was it good, Nanny?"
"Oh, yes!"
"How good, Nanny? As good as Daphne said? Good ... gooder than anything?"
"It ... it was hot and hard and youngsterish and ... and delightful. He ... he poked it into me slowly ... ever so slowly. At first, I thought he was going to tear me open back there. But he was gentle. So very gentlemanly. He ... he even called me a lady. 'My ladyfinger,' he said. Imagine! He'd never laid eyes on me before and yet he could tell."
This time, when she pushed her ass back, I didn't resist. I let her take me in. Her sphincters opened and closed on the fat bulb of my dick. I gasped. She moaned. Taking hold of her wide, ungrandmother-like hips, I shafted my meat, inch by stiff inch, slowly, gently into her.
"Sock it to me, Grandma," I sighed.
A lady, I thought as her buttocks began to churn. Grandmother certainly was a lady. All of the women in my family, it seemed, were ladies.
CHAPTER SIX
Although Nanny was great, a real pussycat, after five days away from Mom, I was anxious to get home. I stepped from the bus, at the shopping center, three blocks from our place. I felt light-footed; almost high. I walked the familiar tree-lined streets, filled with anticipation. Flower gardens along the way were beginning to show promise. Soon the entire neighborhood would grow a new green head of hair, I knew. Then the hoses would appear from garages, mowers would roar. And the neighbors, wearing bizarre dress as if gardening was a masquerade, would appear every Saturday morning and keep the street we lived on neat with square patches of lawn and rows of Technicolor blossoms.
Knowing Daphne probably was arriving at Grandmother's place at that very moment, that I had five days to wait for the minx's return, and wondering if Mom was home, I climbed the four stone steps to our front door. "I'm home, Ma."
No answer. The house was quiet. I set my bag down in the foyer, stepped into the living room. I looked about at the furnishings, frowned. Something was missing. I couldn't place what it was exactly, but knew-as you know in the dark whether the hand you touch belongs to a friend or foe-that something had been changed in my absence.
"Hey, Ma...? " I stepped into her bedroom, looked about. Her housecoat, a pair of black lace panties, lay haphazardly on the unmade bed. I picked up the panties. The crotch was still warm ... still retained her scent. I sniffed. There was no cunt in the world which smelled as good as Mom's. I listened. Was that running water I heard? Immediately I imagined drops of water splashing off the tall, naked, pink and white body I adored. Flinging the panties onto the bed, hoping to catch Mom in the tub, I strode to the bathroom and silently opened the door.
"My God, Johnny," yelped Mom when I opened the frosted glass shower door and peered in. "You ... you scared me half to death!"
Grinning, I ogled her. She was standing, legs apart, washcloth clutched tight to her neck, in the tub. I watched the spray from the shower-head splash off her high, big-nippled tits, race down her belly, and weave in and out between the glistening curls crowning her pussy. Her skin gleamed. The roundness at the side of one hip, the underside of one buttock, beckoned. By the time my gaze reached the swirling pool at her feet and darted back to the long blonde hair plastered, like a skullcap, to her head, my prick was hard and throbbing.
Impulsively, without a word, I tore off my jacket and shirt. With anxious fingers, eyes riveted to Mom's hairy cunt, I undid my belt. I let the pants fall to the tile floor; stepped hurriedly out of them. My dick, like a curious, redheaded, one-eyed snake, leaped from the fly of the jockey shorts.
Wiping water from her eyes, a half smile on her lovely face, Mom asked, "What in the world're you doing?"
"Getting ready to say hello."
"Oh, no! If you think we're gonna ... in the tub ... oh, no you don't!"
"We never fucked in the bathroom before." I came out of my shoes and socks, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and worked them off over my stiff cock. With satisfaction, I watched Mom's gray-green eyes widen. "I'll wash your back," I told her. "Then you can wash me. Here!" Taking my dick in hand, I stepped into the tub, behind her, and slid the glass door closed.
"You'll kill us both on this slippery surface," objected Mom as I wrapped my arms around her slim waist and kissed her back, her shoulders.
"Didn't you miss me?"
"Johnny. You know I miss you when you're away for ten minutes. It's been five days since ... since...."
"Since you felt this up your belly?" I rammed the glans of my cock between the soft halves of her ass. The warm water trickled down the crack, acting as a lubricant. My knob began to slip up her ass-hole.
"UMMM. In my belly."
"Then let's fuck."
"No. Not here. It's impossible."
"Then suck me. Get down on your knees and put my dick in your mouth. Then I'll do you."
Mom sighed. "Sometimes I think we're both crazy."
"Crazy in love. And wait'll I tell you about Grandma. Manoman! Have you got a surprise coming."
Mom turned in my arms, wrapped her wet arms around my neck, and pressed the hot length of her slippery body to mine. She closed her sweet thighs on my prick. "What in the world're you talking about now?""
One hand deep in the crack of her ass, the other kneading a fat tittie, I pumped my meat slowly in and out between the velvety flesh of her upper thighs. "You said Grandma doesn't like to fuck, but guess what me and her did every day, three, four times, while I was there?"
"Johnny! She ... she's my mother!"
"She's got a cunt, too, Ma. like Daphne. And I got a cock, and cocks and cunts go together." I pulled back, set the head of my dick at the lips of her vulva. Abandoning her tit, I gripped her soft bottom in both hands, pushed in with my hips, and pulled her against me until the glans penetrated.
"Oh, baby. Not in the tub. We'll fall."
"We won't fall. I screwed Grandma like this yesterday. Man! She may be old, but she sure knows how to do it. We fucked every which way." Pushing slowly, savoring the warmth, the tight wetness of her white-blonde pussy, I forced my stiff meat up her hole.
"I ... I can't believe it," breathed Mom, opening her thighs, grinding, helping to get my dick in. "Mother's always been so ... so proper! So outspoken against sex." Tentatively she lifted one round wet knee, rubbed her smooth inner thigh along the outside of my leg.
"Back up, in the corner, against the wall," I directed. "I wanna fuck hard."
"We can lay down in the tub."
"Uh-uh. I want you like this first. Standing up. like we did in the living room. That was the best fuck ever." I eased her into the corner where she could hold onto the hot and cold shower taps for support.
"UMMM! I forgot how good it was," breathed Mom. "Your peg ... oh Johnnylove! It ... it seems to have grown. If it ... it gets much bigger ... owwwwww! Oh, love me. But if ... ow! It gets much bigger ... ah! Mummy won't be able to take all her baby's lovely meat in her belly." Again she raised her knee, waiting for me to get a firm grip on her round, plump, adorable ass.
"I'm still growing," I told her, planting my feet firmly, slightly apart, and leaning her into the wall. "I bet it'll be a foot long by the time I'm eighteen. And I bet you'll take it all every fucking stiff inch!" I held her weight, held the head of my dick at the mouth of her upper channel, ready to drive with all my might once her legs were entwined around my waist.
"My God! A ... a foot long?"
"You bet!" I declared in manly pride.
"But it ... it's so big now! "
"And your pussy seems tighter, too. That's probably because Grandma's so fucking loose down there. Your cunt is like the eye of a needle compared to hers. And Daphne's! Christ! There's no comparing Sis' cute slit with Nanny's!" I waited for her ankles to lock on my back, then shafted.
"OWWWWWW!"
Jeez! Had my prick actually grown that much in a week? I wondered. I glanced down, watched the fat cylinder penetrate. The veins, I noted, had grown very prominent; thick bluer purple cords beneath the loose outer skin. And it did appear fatter. And although I was pushing with all the strength in my hips, trying to drive it home, trying to bring the roots flush with her delectable twat, it went in by fractions. It was as if Mom had treated her cunt with alum: had used too much and made the passage too close to accommodate my tool.
"Motherfucker!" I gasped. "It ... it really did get tighter."
"May ... maybe I should suck you off, after all?"
"Man, no! I can't pull out now, can't stop. That'd be like the guy in the commercial on TV ... trying to eat only one potato chip. Besides ... I wanna get off a good load so it'll stay real hard when you suck me." Digging my fingers into the tender flesh of her ass, I pulled back ... thrust and strained.
As my joint bored slowly but relentlessly into her, forcing its way, engorging her cunt, Mom asked in a quavering voice, "D-did you really screw Grandmother this way? In ... in the shower? Standing up?"
"Christ, yeah!" I groped for and found her ass-hole. One finger slipped in. "Yesterday afternoon," I continued, screwing the finger high in her rectum. "First we fucked in the kitchen ... her sitting on the table ... big black hairy cunt on the edge ... me humping it into her. Then she went to the bathroom to douche. But I still had a hard-on. And when I heard the shower running and thought about how good it would be, with soap and water all over the place, I sneaked in. She yelled ... just like you did. But before she could say no, I was in the tub, with my dick, my hard-on, halfway up her belly. Manoman!" Recalling the fuck, I humped so hard Mom's head banged hard against the tile wall.
"Go easy, Johnny."
"Can't. I'm goin' nuts to fuck you. It ... it's almost all the way in. But...."
"Here!" Mom reached to the soap tray, retrieved and offered the bar of Ivory. "Use this. It'll help."
Releasing one cheek of her ass-so that she listed, one arm and both legs wrapped around me holding her up-I transferred the lather from her hand to the shaft of my prick. I rubbed it all over my meat and into the open lips of her hot cunt.
"Now push," moaned Mom. "All the way up, Johnny. Fuck Mummy's cunt. Hurry!"
Once again gripping her soft, wide bottom, planting my feet wider apart, I drove my stiffness into her. The soap worked. Inch by hard veiny inch, my joint slipped into her. "You're still the best," I told her, driving. "Man! Manomanomanoman! Lookit it go."
Mom's hips moved furiously, up and down, around and around on the meat stake in her vagina. "Am I ... urn! UMMMJOHNNYLOVE! Am I better than Grandma?"
"Ten times!"
"Daphne?"
Holding tight to her cheeks, straining, I forced the last stiff inch up her white-blonde pussy. I sighed, kissed the creamy column of her slim neck. I closed my eyes, soaking, drinking her warmth, expanding and contracting the glans of the dick in her belly. I finger-fucked her ass-hole. I nibbled her shoulder, and listened to the faint pitter-pat of warm water splashing off our naked bodies.
"Well?" demanded Mom, inching her long, beautiful legs higher, and working the feathers deep inside her clinging sheath. "Am I better than Daphne or not?"
"You're different," I told her. "Special! But Sis ... well, when she comes home, when the three of us're together again, in the same bed...."
Mom's sharp little teeth closed tight on my ear.
"Cut it out!" I bellowed.
"Can Daphne do this?" Mom worked her inner cunt muscles so tight I thought sure the blood would be forced down the length of my hard-on and spurt from my ass-hole. "Or this?" She tightened her rectum so tight it felt like the bones in my stink-finger were being crushed.
My foot slipped. We fell; me landing on one knee, cock popping from the warmth it had laboriously penetrated. Mom's legs dropped from my waist. Her ass hit the wet tub with a loud splatt! She laughed. Her lovely eyes flashed, her face cracking open, in a wide, delightful grin.
It was catching. I fell back onto my buttocks and joined her. I watched her heavy delectable tits, round belly, quivery inner thighs shake as our laughter mingled and echoed throughout the shower enclosure.
Still grinning, succulent pussy gaped open, Mom lay back, with long wet legs on either side of mine. My foot brushed her thigh. A sudden, kinky idea flashed in my mind. Watching her reaction, I moved my big toe up to the juicy mouth of her cunt. I wiggled it in the soft curls. When she didn't object, I edged the fat toe in her pink gash.
Mom scowled. Shifting her butt, she smacked my foot away. "You know what I want in there."
"What?"
"Your thing!" She eyed my stiff prick.
Still playing, feeling at once dopey and hot and slightly sadistic, I rammed the toe back into her twat and said, "What's a thing, hey? A broomstick? A toothbrush? Soap? What the fuck kinda thing?"
Pulling her feet up under her, Mom squatted, eyed me a moment more, then leaped. Laughing like two fools, we fell ... her on top. She reached down between our bodies, captured my cock in her long, slender fingers. "This kind!" she blurted, hair dripping water into my face.
"Your fucking dick! I want you to screw me with your hard, Johnny-boy maxi peg. Okay? Okay?"
I covered her ass with splayed hands. The wetness made her slippery. My fingers glided over her bottom, her hips, like one-legged ice skaters on a frozen pond. "Then stick it in for me," I told her. "Stick it back up your pussy, Ma. Let's fuck."
Mother raised up on her knees, positioning her thick blonde bush above the nozzle tip of my joint. Glancing down, my meat firmly in hand, she set the glans at her .vulva. Her hips came down. Slowly she took my stiffness, my throbbing cock, back into the warmth of her sheath.
I, too, watched. There was nothing more exciting-except maybe fucking itself-than seeing my dick grind its way into a tight hairy hole. I watched the pink lips of her cunt open wider as my hardness bored in. I lay there, caressing her ass, letting her do the shafting. Until there was no space left between our lower bodies. Until I once again felt the tight woman heat, the feathery grip, at the top of her channel. I flicked my tongue out at her taut bouncing nipples. Impulsively I asked, "Ever watch someone else fuck?"
"Once," Mom admitted. "The same boy I told you about ... the one who took my cherry standing up in the hall. We double dated one night, and ... oh! Oh Johnny, that's so good. Fuck it into me." She lifted her hips ... pulling back until my prick almost escaped ... then ground her tight cunt down the length to the hair at my balls.
I groaned, lifted my stiff throbbing cock into her. I guided her hips from side to side ... crazy with the exquisite sensation of soft pussy hair rubbing my pubic mound. "Was it good?" I asked, spreading the halves of her ass, squeezing them together, marveling anew at the texture, the feminine resiliency.
"Was what good, Johnny?"
"Watching."
Slowly, provocatively working her pussy on the knob of my prick, and chewing her lower lip-as Daphne often did when we fucked-Mom said, 'UMMM! Kinda. I was being fucked, too. I was with the boy who busted my maidenhead, but we switched dates ... because I told my girl friend about the time in the hall and she wanted it that way. So when we got to the dance, a school thing, she suggested we take a walk through the dark classrooms. Everyone knew what she wanted ... what I wanted, too. The boys had hard-ons. No one said anything, but all four of us were looking for a place."
"That's what Sis'll be doing soon if I don't screw 'er ... looking around for a boy and a place."
"Oh...! " Mom grinded her hips furiously.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
"There! Aren't I enough?"
"I ... I gotta have Daphne, too. I just gotta! Think how good it'll be with the three of us. Watching. Fucking and sucking together. You said it was good. Watching, I mean. Did you actually see his hard dick go in? Could you tell when he shot?" Lifting my buttocks off the porcelain, I mashed my pubic hair into her silky twat. Water from the showerhead splashed in my face. I felt it dripping warm down the crack of her up-thrust ass and washing the lubricants, cunt juice, from the hot hole I was plowing.
"It ... it was dark in the classroom," Mom continued. "But we were standing side by side, against the wall, me and Kim, my girl friend. The boys had their cocks out. They seemed to glow. They were standing in front ... getting ready. I....OH! I remember now. Oh, Johnny. Johnnylove." She shimmied her knees up to my rib cage. Her buttocks came down on my thighs, and her cunt, all fiery and slippery now, glided smoothly on and off, up and down the length of my shaft.
Holding my cum, thinking, although I'd probably never understand women-Mom, Nanny, all of them-I sure as hell was learning how to turn them on, I saw Daphne in my mind's eye. Her delicious little red-blonde pussy lying open next to Mom's white-blonde hairy hole was the object, I reminded myself. I pressed, "That's how good it'll be with me, you, and Sis. like in the classroom. Better! Manoman, Ma! You ain't never seen anyone fuck like Daphne. Maybe you can fuck 'er, too."
"Johnny Joseph!"
"Why not? Lotsa women do it together."
"But she ... she's my baby!"
"Screw that! I'm your baby, too! Besides ... wait'll you see her sweet little gash open, see my cock go in. I bet you'll go ape shit! I bet you'll wanna fuck 'er even more than I do." I strained upwards, planted my knob even higher.
I could feel the hot cum-nut building at the base of my tool. "Finish telling about the classroom," I said. "About like me, you and Daphne're gonna do."
Mother closed her eyes tight and wiggled her hips round and round. "I ... I was hardly aware of what my date was doing to me," she went on in a barely audible voice. "I ... I couldn't take my eyes off what the other boy was doing. I ... I watched him lift Kim's skirt, her slip. I couldn't breathe. He held it bunched at her waist and in the dim light coming through the windows I could just about see him move the panties aside. It ... it was wonderful. I ... I saw him put his dick there ... at the twisted leg band. 'Do it!' Kim cried. 'Hurry! Before someone comes!' I watched every move ... unaware that my date was doing exactly the same thing to me. I was too busy trying to see the other boy's long white cock ... glowing ... in the dark ... getting smaller ... shorter as it disappeared into the cunt beneath the panties. Oh, Johnny. OWWWWWW! It ... it was heavenly!"
"Gooder than anything, right?"
"Oh, yes. Yessss!" Furiously Mom worked her cunt ... inner walls milking, caressing my pistoning meat.
Spreading her cheeks as wide as they would go, I twisted the middle finger of each hand up her anus. I captured one rubbery nipple between my teeth. "Did you all come together?" I murmured, sucking the peak, envisioning me, her and Daphne, all arms and legs and hard cock and sopping wet pussy, locked in the grip of orgasm. "Man! All four at once, Ma?"
"I ... I came a dozen times before it was over," sobbed Mother. "I watched Kim's pretty face. I knew, could tell by her expression, every time he shafted his hard dick into her. And then, for the first time, I felt my date pushing the head of his stiff cock up my belly, and I almost dropped because I popped off three times. I ... I moaned, crying for it. I watched Kim and tried to put my legs around his waist ... as she was doing. But my date didn't want it that way. 'Fuck straight,' he told me. 'Just wiggle your ass. I like it better that way.' It was a big one. It went in and in and in ... as if there was no end to it. All the time I watched Kim and the other boy-watched the boy pound it into her pussy, and kept coming and coming." She gasped from deep in her chest. Shafting her wet cunt all the way down my rod, she held me embedded. "Like now!" she cried. "Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck Mummy, Johnny. Fuc ... ow! OWWWWWWWWWW!"
I, too, was coming. But I had heard enough to know I'd have little trouble getting what I wanted when Daphne returned. The knowledge about Nanny, that she had given me some after all her pretenses and objections, and getting Mom to talk about, remember a multiple turn-on, seemed to have done the trick. Now she was experiencing an especially good orgasm, I knew. I could feel it in the rigidity of her limbs, the tenseness in her belly, the way her vagina, the outer and inner lips of her cunt, breathed insanely on the length of my pulsing meat.
"Jesus! JESUS! JESUS!" I yelled, emptying the cum from my sacs.
Mom shot her long legs back straight out behind her, and fell flat. She sobbed, closed her trembling thighs, and drew the spurts of sticky stuff from the tip of my tool. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop loving Mummy," she choked.
"And Daphne!" I insisted.
"Don't!"
"Say it, Ma. Me, you and Daphne."
"All right. All right! Only don't talk anymore. Kiss me. Kiss me and fuck."
Elated, already making plans for the day Sis returned, I covered her moist, parted lips with my mouth. I sucked her tongue. Thinking how good it was going to be, the three of us, I dug my fingers brutally into the tender flesh of her and fucked the last of my first load of the day into her tight, hot, wet and anxious pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
What was missing from the living room, I learned the next day, was the white leather case containing Pop's medal. Mom had finally decided that displaying the thing merely made her think about the stupid incest bunk. She had wrapped it up, along with Pop's spare uniforms, and shipped the entire past to Grandpa and Grandma Joseph. We had a new life now; a life free of guilt. And, Mom explained, there was no sense keeping anything which made her or me or Daphne remember the past.
The future loomed bright. My sixteenth birthday was a few weeks away and graduation from high school waited shortly after that. There were plans to be made; college and like that. I had always wanted to be an engineer. I sort of pictured myself wearing a hardhat, a roll of blueprints in one hand, the other hand resting on a pneumatic drill, standing atop the loftiest girder of a bridge under construction.
I had never before mentioned the engineer thing to Mom. But she thought it an excellent idea. We spent the remaining days of Easter vacation discussing possible colleges and decided, come the fall term, I could be enrolled at City Engineering College. That way, Mom said, not only would I get the education I needed, but I'd be able to spend my nights and weekends at home.
I was thrilled with the idea, elated because Mom always wanted me near. We did, indeed, have a new life ... though it hadn't yet begun. Our future, our complete break with the past, was to commence the day Daphne, sweet little Daphne, returned home from Grandma's place.
The night before Sis was to return, after supper, Mom asked if I'd like to go to a show. I agreed, but suggested a drive-in. It was a warm night. I kind of liked the idea of me and Mom being alone in a dark parked car. That way, I speculated, if we suddenly decided to do something more than watch the dumb movie ...!
We arrived just after dark and parked at the top of the hill overlooking the wide, curved screen. There were several dozen cars scattered about closer to the screen, but only two parallel to ours. Mom turned off the ignition, settled back, and smiled at me. The feature was about to begin.
I watched the flick for about half an hour before growing bored. I glanced at Mom and almost laughed. Her eyes were closed. I watched her head nod, jerk up, nod. My gaze dropped to her breasts. The nipples showed rigid through the thin, sleeveless blouse she wore. Her tits, even with clothes on, were fabulous. They sagged some; firm but too heavy and huge to point skyward without a bra's help. I could imagine Sis' small, pointy tits. They were adorable ... there was no denying that! Even though I hadn't seen them in weeks, I remembered every bump on her nipples, every contour. But there was no comparing her delectable little melons with Mom's mature tits. That's what turned me on-the contrast. I had to see them together, naked, in the same bed. Sort of before and after. Sort of seeing Mom as a girl, and now.
My gaze dropped lower to the tight blue pedal pushers she wore. She sat slumped in the corner, back against the door. Moonlight played on the slacks, on her thighs, and where the material dug into her crotch. I loved seeing her in tight clothes, loved most of all undressing her. I moved closer.
Mom sighed. Her small chin dropped to her breast. Cautiously, not wanting to wake her but unable to resist, I touched the peak of one tit. It seemed to grow tauter beneath my fingers. My cock, too, was growing.
I reached for the first of the row of buttons down the front of the blouse. It popped open. The material spread, revealing the deep, perfumed cleavage between her creamy melons. Quickly, dick standing tall in my pants, I undid the second and third button and opened the blouse to her waist.
Mom's eyes didn't open until I pressed eager lips to the big pink nipple of her left breast. She didn't say anything. She enjoyed having me suck her nipples, and now, as I tongued and wetted it, her hands came up and held me close.
Drawing the salty peak of her breast deep inside my mouth, I licked all around the darker pink, almost red, base. Mom shivered. She slipped lower, pushing the lever which made the entire front seat jump back. Now there was ample room between us and the steering wheel. Mom lifted one knee, making her crotch accessible. Without further persuasion, my hand dove between her long legs.
"I thought we were going to the movies," whispered Mom, as if the others in the cars on either side of us might hear what she said.
"Lookit them." I pointed.
Mom glanced out the window to the car on our left, about fifty feet away. The young couple in the front seat were locked in a heated embrace. As they kissed, the car's brake lights, like small winking red eyes, flashed spasmodically.
"Guess what they're doing?" I groped for the zipper at the hip of the pedal pushers.
Mom sniffled. "You shouldn't be peeking."
"Then gimme something to look at." I found the zipper, yanked it down. I wedged my hand in between the slacks and her nylon panties. My fingers crept over one hip, to a half-moon of flesh. "You can take out my cock," I told her. "It's hard. Take it out and hold it awhile."
Mom gave me one of those "you're terrible" looks. But her hand dropped without hesitation onto the bulge in my pants leg. She fumbled with my fly. I heard the faint hiss of brass on brass. A soft breeze wafted in the partially open window and caressed the head of my joint as she freed it from the confining jockey snorts.
"Wanna suck me?" I asked, wondering why in hell people had to wear underclothes.
"Ummm!" Mom kneaded my meat.
"First take off your pushers."
"Someone may come by, Johnny."
"Fuck 'em!" I undid the button at her waist, slid back across the leather seat, and hastily pulled the pants off her lovely legs. My dick jerked anxiously as her creamy thighs came into view. I threw the pedal pushers into the back of the car, and, too hot, too anxious to get my prick in her face to stop long enough to take the panties off, cupped her hot bush.
Mom bent forward. Her mouth hovered over my joint. I felt her moist breath on the glans. I touched the back of her head, pressed down. I drew a sharp gasp as her soft lips made contact. I felt her mouth open, take me in. Since the first time, the time I had to force her to eat my dick, Mom had really learned her stuff. Now she curled her wet lips inward over her sharp little teeth and sucked me all the way in without a . hitch.
I closed my eyes, sat back, and enjoyed the feel of her warm mouth moving slowly up and down the length of my stiffness. I could hear the voices coming from the speaker hung from the window on the driver's side of the car. It was an old cowboy flick. Someone was pulling a stick up, and someone else was saying, "Take it all. But don't shoot. Don't shoot!"
It wasn't such good advice, I thought. For already I was about to plant cum in Mom's lovely face. I opened my eyes, watched her pistoning blonde head. I glanced from her to the young lovers in the other car. Now the brake lights flashed rapidly as if they, too, were approaching orgasm and had begun a steady, straining, pedal pumping fuck motion. I worked Mom's panties aside, spread the wet lips of her cunt, and squeezed her hard clit between thumb and forefinger.
Soon Mom's head was moving so fast it was almost a blur. And the cum was jacking its way up-like a car jack lifting a bumper-the length of my cock. "Suck it, Ma," I groaned.-"I'm almost home. Keep ... keep it all the way in and work your tongue."
Mom's hand dove inside my pants, searching for my balls. She found them, held them snugly but tenderly in the smooth palm of her hand. She mumbled something I couldn't make out, but which sounded like shoot! I pressed her head down, down, all the way down.
"Mo-ther-fucker!" I lifted my hips into her face. She was good, Mom was; the best lay, and the best cocksucker ever. I held my cock buried to the roots in her face and pumped hot gooey gobs of semen down her gullet. When we had finished, when Mom lifted her flushed face from my lap, and smiled, I took her into my arms and kissed her swollen pink lips. She cuddled against me. She continued to play with my rod and I continued to play in her pussy, and we continued to kiss, tongues searching, until both of us were panting for air.
Tearing my mouth from hers, licking the wetness, the cum, from her pouting lower lip, I eased her back and down on the seat. Her head hit the steering wheel. I was always knocking her head against something, it seemed. "Now let's fuck," I told her, reaching for the waistband of the panties.
"There's lots more room in back, baby."
I stopped; glanced into the back of the car. She was right. "Climb over," I said.
The panties half on, half off her lovely, wide hips, Mom tried to comply. But she had gotten only one leg stop the backrest, moonlight and light from the big screen caressing her lower body, when I saw the dark crack up her ass.
"Johnny, stop!" Mom struggled as I grabbed her, bent her forward over the seat, and pressed the head of my dick between the lush cheeks of her soft ass. She reached back, trying to ward off penetration, looking frantically from window to window. "They can see!" she squeaked, indicating the car on our left and trying desperately to get over the seat. "John-neee!"
Jesus! I thought. Mom was getting more and more like Sis every day; playful, little-girlish, making everything better, sexier, more fun with her halfhearted protests. "They're fucking, too," I told her, yanking the panties down, exposing her exquisite white cheeks. And before she could protest further, wiggle away, I moved my joint down and under and forced the tip into the hot velvet lips of her cunt.
"Ohahhh!" Mom grunted and bucked.
I held her hips, shafted once, twice, half a dozen times, and planted the glans high in her incredibly tight, fiery, silky vagina. But the panties were still in the way. With the elastic waistband tight around her upper thighs, I couldn't get her legs open the way I wanted them. "Are they new?" I asked.
"Huh?" Mom had already stopped struggling, and I could tell, by the scratchy sound of her voice, that she didn't know and probably didn't care what in the hell I was talking about.
"Your panties. Are they new?" I shafted out and in, grinding against her on the rebound. "Ow! Owahhhhhhh!"
Fuck it, I thought ... I'd ripped underclothes before. I liked doing it, anyway; kind of kinky. I pulled back some, took hold of the flimsy nylon, and, with one mighty tug, shredded the panties from her thighs. Now only my pants and shorts remained to be gotten rid of. So with my dick planted high, and holding her over the seat with one hand in the small of her back, I undid the belt and one button, shimmied the pants down my legs ... then realized, for the first time, as an infant first becomes aware of the thing dangling between his legs, that the shorts, as long as my cock was in Mom's belly, wouldn't come off.
Perplexed, I stared down at the winking eye of her ass. With her belly atop the backrest, bent far forward, melon tits hanging over into the back of the car, her juicy, football-shaped vulva was puffed out and back to meet my invading prick. I watched the fat pink halves breath on the meat protruding from her love hole-and sliced off, it seemed, by the stupid shorts.
"Shit!" In one unbroken movement, I pulled my joint out, whipped the shorts down, and drove back up her warmth.
"Ahummmmmmm!" Mom tightened her cunt muscles. Her hips jerked convulsively.
Now I could see my dark cock hair against her round, alabaster cheeks. Hurriedly I pushed the shorts down my thighs, lifted first one knee, then the other, and kicked the pants and shorts off me feet.
"They're w-w-watching us," croaked Mom as I took hold of her hips and began to stroke in earnest.
I glanced out the window on the driver's side of the car. The young lovers in the car to our left were, indeed, watching. But the brake light were blinking faster and faster as I plowed my long dick in and out of Mom's tight pussy. The girl, a brunette, with short, curly hair, big eyes, and tits, it appeared, no bigger that Daphne's little hillocks, was sitting sideways in the guy's lap. I could imagine her saying, "Do it! Stick it up me!" while they watched our antics.
What would they say, I wondered, if Mom and me strode nonchalantly up to their car, poked our heads in the window, and said, "Switch?"
Again Mom tried to wiggle away, to climb over into the dark back seat. "My God!" she whispered when I held her. "Lookit them, Johnny. They ... they haven't taken their eyes off us once since we s-s-started."
Again I glanced down, watched my slippery dick, coated with white goo from her cunt, slide luxuriously in and out. Being watched didn't bother me. But what would it be like to watch someone else climb between Mom's quivery legs and shaft a stiff joint into the pussy I loved? It was a wild thought! Other than Daphne, the three of us together, I had never before considered sharing Mom. But now, with the young lovers in the other car showing such unwavering interest, the flashing brake lights giving them away as surely as if they'd hung a sign which read FUCKING out the window, the idea captivated me.
While Mom continued to squirm and try to unshaft herself from my pistoning rod-never taking her eyes off the other car-I looked back over my shoulders. A neon sign blinked REFRESHMENTS beyond the fogged windshield. Hot buttered popcorn! No, I thought, glancing once more to the other car, looking from there to Mom's fat pussy, hot buttered cock!
The young lovers didn't seem the least bit surprised when, dragging a reluctant, disheveled Mom by the hand, I arrived at the other car. They, too, had straightened their clothes and now sat, side by side, grinning uncertainly.
My heart raced. I could see the girl's slim white thighs, and the shadowed area beneath the hem of her minidress. But suppose they objected, I wondered, having momentary misgivings as I opened the door on the passenger side of the car. "We ah ... we saw you, and ah ... saw you watching us," I sputtered. "We ah ... we thought maybe ... perhaps...? "
Bending into the front seat, Mom trying to pull me back in the direction of our own car, I watched the cute brunette's uncertain grin become a smile of acceptance. "Hop in," she invited. She looked past me to Mom. "Your friend, too. It's really no fun watching a movie with only one other person to-" she laughed to talk to!"
"But we don't even know them!" hissed Mom as I yanked her after me into the back seat. Even in the dim light, the blush on her face was apparent. She sat in the corner closest to the door we'd entered ... an unwilling smile pasted on her moist, parted lips.
No sooner I slammed the door shut, the guy in the front seat introduced himself as Larry, introduced the petite but stacked brunette as Tricia, and, resting his chin on the arm across the backrest, ogled Mom. I, too, put titles on the bodies offering themselves in trade.
"Is she really your mother?" asked Tricia, disbelief in her wide brown eyes.
I leaned forward, close to her face, nodded. I watched her bring one small hand up to her mouth ... feigning horror. She was young, about seventeen, I estimated; a moon-shaped face, bowed, bright red lips, a pert nose, and long eyelashes that never stopped batting. "Who's he?" I asked, indicating Larry, who was firing questions of his own at Mom.
"Oh ... just a friend," replied Tricia.
"Tell your friend to get back so I can get in...! " I let the implication dangle. But my cock wasn't dangling. It had gone I impish between our car and theirs, but now was growing stiff.
Tricia exchanged glances with Larry. Looking to me, as if to verify my acceptance, Larry opened the driver's door, jumped out, and entered the back of the car. Too anxious to bother with a whole lot of doors, I scrambled over the seat.
Mom looked daggers at me from the back of the car. But Larry already had his arm around her shoulder, hand suspended above her right tit, and was badgering her with more questions. His cock, too, I noted, was growing stiff. There were cum stains at the fly of his black pants. I turned to Tricia. She sat with one leg under her ... the hemline of the flower-print mini doing nothing to hide the fact that the crumpled white panties on the floor belonged to her.
"Do you come here often?" asked Tricia, touching my upper thigh with a hand smaller than Daphne's.
I repaid the compliment: prick shooting up straight when my fingers met the warm flesh above her knee. "First time for us," I answered.
"We come all the time," said Tricia, putting too much emphasis on the second word. "Last week we parked down there." She pointed in the direction of the refreshment stand. "The car alongside us ... well, there were two couples swinging. One in front, another in back."
I drew a deep breath. "You mean ass-hole fucking?"
"No, silly. One in the front seat, another in the back seat ... fucking straight!" Tricia moved her tiny hand to the fierce bulge in my pants.
Tearing my eyes away from her crotch, I glanced into the back of the car. Larry wasn't wasting any time, either, I noted. His hand was buried in the neck of Mom's blouse, kneading a tittie, and although Mom had both hands against his chest, as if in protest, I could tell by the strangled look on her face, the way she was breathing, that she was enjoying it ... ready to open her legs and let Larry finish what I'd started.
Turning back to Tricia, dick aching, gaze once more riveted to the shadow where her thighs came together, I asked, "Is ah ... is that the way you like it, too?"
Tricia cocked her head.
"Fucking!" I added, inching my hand up the inside of one silky thigh. "You like it straight or what? "
Tricia gritted her teeth and closed her fingers on the bulge in my pants as my hand brushed lightly against her bare pussy. "I like it all ways," she replied, pressing her bush into my probing fingers. "That's why we come here. We almost always find somebody ... just like we found you. The guys in the other car, last week, the ones I mentioned ... well, I took both of them and Larry at the same time."
"Man!" I could imagine Tricia sucking one guy, fucking another, and a third cock up her ass-hole. I shimmied my butt across the seat, close to her, and lifted the hem of the mini. I groaned. Her cunt was covered with a thick mass of tiny black coils ... stuck together with hardening cum at the chubby pink lips of her love hole.
"How do you like to do it?" whispered Tricia, unzipping my fly, and thrusting her hand inside the pants, fingers searching.
I hadn't bothered with the troublesome jockey shorts and now I jumped six inches off the seat, as if touched by a live electric wire when her cool little fingers closed around the thick hard shaft of my rod. "For openers," I said, tracing the slit of her pussy, "how about like you and Larry were doing before me and Mom came?"
"Don't you wanna kiss me first?" Tricia slipped her slim legs over mine and, offering her glistening red lips, wiggled her warm naked bottom crosswise onto my lap.
Even before our lips met, the enraged head of my dick was meeting the hot lips of her cunt. At the same time as her mouth opened to take my tongue, the mouth of her pussy opened to take the swollen glans. It slipped in smoothly ... going up, up. Without the slightest resistance, as if it had been tailor made, the entire length of my stiffness buried itself in her hole. I felt her teeth clamp down on my tongue and what felt like soft gums clamp down on the knob of my cock.
Joint soaking at the top of her vagina, I ran my hands hungrily over the halves of her ass. It was a good ass, not nearly so big as Mother's, or so round and saucy as Daphne's, but soft and wide and jiggly in my lap. Now I wished I had taken off my pants before shafting her. For, as with Mom, I wanted to feel the sensation of bare woman flesh against my cock hair. But this time, unlike with Mom, it was a relatively simple oversight to correct. I abandoned her warm ass for a moment, undid my belt and one button, and, Tricia helping, lifting first one lovely white thigh, then the other, worked the pants down my legs, and off.
Sighing into her moist open mouth, I returned my hands to her buttocks, sat back and savored the feel of a strange cunt milking my rod. But Tricia refused to remain still. She wiggled like a bagful of puppies. Her juiced-up cunt seemed to crackle. Her bottom moved round and round ... up-down, up-down, swabbing my prick, my nuts, my cock hair, with her wet, loose but oh, so fucking good pussy.
Finally Tricia came up for air, slowed down and rested her small curly head on my shoulder. She giggled. I looked from her twat to the back of the car.
"Larry---likes it best that way," said Tricia.
"Man! All the time?"
"Well, most times. He---likes to start and finish that way. He's kooky about it."
I gaped at Mom and Larry. It was weird. Wild! After all the trouble I'd gone to, to make her suck me off the first time, there she was upside down, knees resting atop the back seat, beautiful big naked ass churning cunt into Larry's face, and mouth moving slowly up and down the length of his rigid pole. With a stranger yet! They had gotten undressed in record time, it seemed, and had begun sucking each other off while I was slipping my hard-on into Tricia. Now all I could see was the top of Larry's head between Mom's heavy thighs. Her lush ass, upside down like that, the hot crack open, appeared to have swallowed his face. His cock appeared to be inches longer than mine, and yet Mom-rolling her eyes to look at me each time Larry lifted her only to let her wet mouth glide down his rod again-took every hard inch. They made loud sucking noises; Mom's a sort of subdued gurgle, and Larry's the hungry sound of a jungle cat lapping.
"Once he did me like that on the Ferris wheel," said Tricia, buttocks flattening as she mashed her cunt down on the roots of my dick.
That! even I couldn't imagine! And I suppose the skepticism showed on my face, because as I worked the buttons down the back of the mini-dress, anxious to get my hands on her pert titties, Tricia added, "It broke down. The Ferris wheel, I mean. Me and Larry were stuck on top half the night. It was our first date, but kind of cold, too, and when the guy who runs the wheel called up with a loud speaker-saying it'd be an hour or more before he could get us down-I let Larry feel me ... figuring to keep warm. Wow! Talk about keeping warm! I thought he was nuts when he asked me to suck him like that. But when I saw how fat and bony-like his dick was ... well, two hundred cops with riot gear couldn't have stopped me from going down on him. like that!" Again she looked to the back seat where Mom and Larry now were going at it so wildly, so noisily, showing so much enthusiasm the entire car shook.
Undoing the last button, I slipped the dress from Tricia's shoulders. She was wearing a bra. It squeezed her firm boobs so tight, the top half of each protruding, there appeared to be two delectable little melons in each cup. I undid the snap at her back and slipped the straps from her arms. Two adorable, rose-tipped creampuffs, whiter because of the dim light in the car, popped into view.
"They're too small," breathed Tricia as my mouth covered a nipple the size of a gumdrop. She held my head close. She closed her thighs, sawed her ass back and forth ... as if my joint were the lever controlling the Ferris wheel she'd spoken of and it was cold and she was trying to warm herself up before coming.
Watching Mom from the corner of one eye, I assured Tricia her titties were just right, bite size, and sucked her taut little nipples. The ass in my lap began a slow, steady grind. But the big ass in the back of the car-Mom's luscious upside-down bottom-moved with the speed of a bear running downhill. I felt a sharp pang of jealousy. For a moment, I regretted having come the distance between our car and Larry's, and wished it was me eating Mom's pussy, tonguing and sucking her slit. I watched the fat halves of her ass rub together each time her head moved up, down. I watched Larry's long dick slip smoothly in and out of her mouth. I heard them sucking. I watched and listened and thought, Jeez! Now I knew how Mom felt when I talked about Daphne!
Tricia quickly wiped the qualms of doubt from my mind. Purring like a kitten being fed warm milk, she lifted her knees and swiveled around on my cock. Now she sat facing me, her dress wrapped like a loose sash around her tiny waist, her hot black pussy dripping juice down my balls. In the back of the car, Larry groaned and Mom gasped. "He's shooting off," Tricia said. She reached down, encircled the base of my prick with thumb and forefinger, and squeezed while moving her cunt back and forth.
"That's good," I told her. "Keep that up and I'll be coming soon, too."
"Can't you fuck any faster?"
"Not like this."
"I thought you wanted it this way?"
"I did, but...! " I fell with her onto the seat.
"Why didn't you say so?" Tricia straightened her legs so she lay spread open on top. "Better?"
"I ... I think maybe it'd be even better yet with you on the bottom."
Tricia's big brown eyes flashed hotly. "I think maybe you're a little bit crazy!"
Again we tumbled until she was on the bottom, curly head close to the steering wheel, and I lay between her gaped open young thighs. I raised up on outstretched arms. I drew my hard cock from her hole-rammed it back just as she opened her mouth, as if to protest.
"T-that's nice," cooed Tricia.
"Want more?"
"As much as you've got."
"Raise your knees." I wanted a sloppy fuck. So I waited for her to comply, then made her bring her raised knees up to her breasts. Now her cunt, her ass-hole, everything down there, lay open, exposed to the fullest. Again I withdrew my stiff cock-this time all the way out-and swiftly, before her eyes could blink twice, rammed it into her rectum.
"OH! You fuckin'...."
"Don't you like it up there?"
"Yes. YEA-US! But stop teasing! Stop ... ow! Stop taking it out and putting it in and fuck me someplace," she begged.
Her ass-hole was good, much tighter than the sopping wet hole I'd vacated. But with Mom and Daphne, I had all the tight fucking I wanted. I was beginning to enjoy watching her face crinkle up, as if she were going to cry, each time I performed a surprise maneuver. I glanced sharply into the back of the car. Mom had finished sucking off Larry and now they lay on the seat, lips glued together, him locked between her strong thighs, and humping.
"Johnny, please!" Tricia cried.
"Which hole?"
"OhhhHHHWWW!"
I jerked my rod from her ass-hole and returned the shit-smeared cylinder to her sloppy wet cunt.
Tricia reached down, again encircled the base of my joint with thumb and forefinger, and held me planted. "D-don't pull out. Don't! I ... I'm almost ready to ... umph! To ... ow! D-don't tease no more, Johnny. Please! Fuck me! I ... I'm almost ready to come. Fuck it into my pussy all the way u-up!" Her legs shot up and locked, like steel cables, high on my waist. Her bucking ass came high off the seat. Her sopping wet cunt closed like a frightened clam.
I cupped the hot cheeks of her ass. "Your cunt ... ummmmmm! Man! It's deeper than ... than a sewer!"
Tricia giggled. Churning her hips off the cool leather seat, she said, "Larry ... owahowww! Fuck it, Johnny. Eeeeahhh! Larry says I've got the deepest pussy he ever saw. He ... umohhh! He says I could take a horse. An elephant! He
... OWEEEEEEEEE! He once shoved the fat part of a baseball up me and said a midget could climb in and never be heard from again."
I believed it! Her sloppy hole was the deepest I'd ever encountered ... even deeper than Grandma's! I pounded my dick in to the hilt. I mashed my coarse cock hair into her black curly bush. I strained and strained and still ... no fucking bottom!
"Fuck it out!" demanded Tricia, squeezing my waist in the vise of her slender young legs. "Pump it into me! In and out fast. In and ... EEEUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Out!" Her legs shot higher on my back, heels doing a frantic little dance, sloppy cunt splashing around on the meat in her belly.
I humped. I pulled back, as far as I could manage with her strong little thighs holding me prisoner, and drove deep. I kneaded the halves of her ass, as if the melons were pink balls, and I was an athlete building grip-power. From the back of the car came the sound of sweat slick belly slapping against belly ... and the mewing noises Mother made when a stiff cock was about to shoot off and her silky white-blonde pussy tightened and became an oven of feathery bliss. I pressed my lips to Tricia's left nipple and sucked. I listened to the sounds announcing Mom's orgasm, moved my hands feverishly over the smooth contours of Tricia's small ass, and fucked my joint, my stiffness, in and out of her juicy, young, gaped open gash.
When Tricia came, I thought sure the springs in the front seat were going to rocket us through the roof of the car and into orbit. Her hot little hips threw my bucking ass skyward. She squealed and dug sharp fingernails into the flesh at my waist ... feet and calves slapping against my back ... loose cunt suddenly tight, and milking the cum worms, the cream, up from the sacs smacking against her trembling buttocks.
"Keep it tight!" I told her. "Man! Manoman! Work it, baby. Oh baby baby! Fuck! Fuck it around! Ah! AHHH! OHHH! OHAHHHHH!" I mashed my lips to hers, gripped her ass cruelly, and pistoned my dick all the way in and out of the hot hole in her lower belly. Semen shot like molten lava from the glans. I fucked it into her. Spurt after spurt. I listened intently to the love noises in the back of the car, the similar noises Tricia and, the sound of my prick sloshing in and out of her, and, in my mind's eye was fucking Mom and Daphne and Tricia, stiff cock jerking, leaping from pink gash to pink gash and filling each delectable hole with hot cream.
As the last of my load popped off, I felt a familiar finger blazing a path up my rectum. Tearing my lips from Tricia's sweet mouth, I yelped, "Jesus, Ma!"
"Mustn't leave the poor girl wanting," said Mother in a deep, passionate voice. She was leaning over the back of the front seat, succulent boobs swaying freely as she twisted her slender stink-finger up my ass-hole, to my prostate. Eyes heavy-lidded, lips swollen from kissing and sucking, Larry grinning at her side, she added, "Have to keep it hard, baby love. Mummy wants another fuck when you're through."
I grunted, another hot load leaping up from my balls into Tricia, worming its way down the length of my hardness, out, and coating the lips of Tricia's cunt, her ass-hole, the crack, with white goo.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" cried Tricia, grinding her ass, seeking more.
"How about a foursome?" suggested Larry, speaking to no one in particular, but cuddling, bent over Mom's back ... obviously working his dick in the crack of her ass.
"Foursome?" Mom, finger tickling my prostate gland still, looked wide-eyed back at him.
"Sure! One on top, one on the bottom, one astraddle and one up behind. It'll be difficult in the car, not much room, but that'll make it even groovier." Larry reached around to toy with Mom's big-nippled globes. "Okay?"
"I guess," replied Mom. "Johnny?"
I was busy! The finger up my ass had given new life to my meat and I was stoking the thing into Tricia. But everything had worked out rather well, I decided ... anticipating the next day.
"Let them screw," said Larry. "We've got time. There's another feature after this one."
"Fuck it all the way into me," moaned Tricia as the finger popped from my ass-hole and Larry again dragged Mom down into the back seat.
I obliged. I shafted my joint in and out of her cunt with renewed vigor.
Back home again, I thought about Daphne, sweet little Daphne, and about Mom, beautiful Mom, and about what we were going to do when Sis-unaware of what had been happening in her absence-walked through the door, bag in hand, tight red-blonde pussy not suspecting a thing, and was whisked away to be fucked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We slept late next morning. Sis wasn't expected until sometime after lunch. Nanny had called, the night before after we returned home from the drive-in, to say Daphne was to help her with shopping before boarding the noon bus. So I and Mom, together in her bed, slept off our exhaustion and didn't get up until the bells in a nearby church steeple announced midday.
I was famished. Mom prepared a smorgasbord breakfast of eggs, sausage, pancakes, fresh rolls, and butter, and a pot full of steaming black coffee which filled the entire house with its delicious aroma.
Then we showered. Separately. Neither of us wanting to expend one ounce of energy before Sis arrived. Afterward, we sat in the living room; Mom in a shortie housecoat, nothing beneath, me in pajama bottoms-talking about everything but what was foremost in our minds. Finally, just as I was beginning to think Sis would never arrive, we heard her high little voice on the front steps.
"I ... I better do the breakfast dishes," said Mom, displaying a momentary lapse into nervousness. She fled to the kitchen.
I was waiting in the foyer when Sis entered and closed the front door. I took her bag, set it down, and eyed the creamy columns of young flesh below the hem of the green minidress she wore. She smiled, chirped hi! and stood on tiptoe, prepared to place a sisterly peck on my cheek. Instead, I wrapped my arms tight around her waist, crushed her close, and kissed her full on the lips.
Daphne held back. Her sweet little body arched into me but her lips refused to open, and when I dropped one hand to her rear, tracing the crack down to the hemline of the mini, she broke abruptly away. "C'mon!" she objected, trying to get past me. "John-neee! You ... you know what Mummy said the last time she caught us fuc ... fooling around!"
I grinned, trapped her in the corner at the living room entrance, and rubbed against her until my dick began to rise. "That was last time," I told her. "Now Mom's all for it. We talked it over and decided that what you need most is some good fucking."
Daphne gave me a "who're you kidding" look. I watched her nose crinkle up in the cute way I adored. There was disbelief written all over her face, in her big blue eyes. And although her body was willing, braless titties showing hard nipples through the thin dress, she continued to move her cunt away each time I tried to center the stiffening meat in my pants.
"Will you c'mon!" she squawked when, despite her protests, I slipped my hand beneath the hem of the mini, around and behind to her saucy bottom, and squeezed one tender mound of nylon-covered ass flesh.
I wanted to rape her, to throw her down on the foyer floor, tear away her clothes, and pound my meat into her until she yelled. Her ass was on fire, it seemed. Even through the panties, I could feel her little-girl heat. That was the one thing about Daphne I liked better than Mom; from the waist down, Sis was always a furnace, where Mother's heat began to generate only after she was worked on awhile. I jiggled Sis' cheek, pressed my free hand to her little round belly, and inched down.
"Johnny, don't!" cried Daphne in a small, strangled voice, wrapping both tiny hands around my wrist and trying to keep my hand off her pussy. "I ... I don't believe it about what you said about Mummy," she blurted. "Mummy'd never agree to anything like that. I know it. I know it!"
Was she ever in for a few surprises, I thought, forcing my hand down and under the hem of the mini in front. My fingertips brushed the moist slit where the panties were wedged deep in the tight lips of her cunt. She continued to protest, to struggle. But it had been so long since we fucked, since she'd felt a hard dick in her belly, her sweet little legs almost gave when I covered the springy mound at her crotch and rubbed and rubbed while her hands tried to push me away. Her attempt was feeble.
"Oh. Don't make me." Sis turned her face away when again my lips sought hers. But the hands on my wrist, fingers too small to go all the way around, were merely resting there now. And as I kneaded her hot little pussy-other hand stealing beneath the panties in back, fingers moving toward the lovely little crack up her ass-her eyes closed, and she began to chew her lip in the way she had of telling me she was ready to fuck without ever having to say a word.
"Hold still and lemme kiss ya, Daph."
"Nooo!"
"Afraid? Think maybe you won't be able to say no? You wanna give. I know it. I bet your cunt's achin' to take a hard dick, right? How long's it been, Daph? How long?" My rubbing motion had shifted the panties and now I could feel soft pussy hair against the palm of my hand. I rubbed harder. Harder.
"Oh...! Mummy'll kill us if...."
"She won't."
"Will too."
"Okay then. Suit yourself. Hey, Ma!" I hollered.
Sis' eyes got as big and round as the plastic eyes on a stuffed teddy bear. Furiously she pushed at my hands, wiggled, yelped. She was still thrashing about in the corner, trying to straighten her dress, when Mom-long beautiful legs bare below the shortie housecoat, feet resting in a pair of fuzzy slippers-appeared at the doorway between the living room and foyer.
For a moment, face flushed, hands fluttering like birds at the belt of the terry cloth housecoat, Mom eyed us. She watched my hands work beneath Sis' dress. Then she sighed, grinned and shrugged, looked from me, to Daphne, and said, "Wouldn't you rather take off your clothes first, dear?"
The stupefied expression on Sis' cute face was an incredible sight. I'm in the wrong house! she seemed to be thinking. She looked from Mom to me, back again, her sweet little mouth hanging open, eyes bulging.
I laughed. Mom made a sound close to laughter. And while she and Daphne talked their silent eye-language, I pushed Sis' panties far to one side and twisted my long middle finger up between the hot hairy lips of her adorable cunt.
"Maybe she doesn't like it standing up?" Mom, apparently having decided to tease, folded her arms across her breasts. She leaned back against the casement. The housecoat fell open, exposing her snatch. She eyed us critically.
Deciding to go along with the joke, I looked from Mom to Sis. "You like it this way, Daph."
"I ... I ... I...."
"Or better laying down or bent over or what?"
"Maybe she wants it up the behind?" offered Mom. "Like New Year's Day. She seemed to like that pretty good. Is that the way you prefer it, dear?"
Daphne stomped her foot. "Sto-op."
"Stop?" Mom's eyebrows rose. She looked at me.
"Stop?" I looked at Daphne. "Oh...! " Sis fumed. Again she stomped her foot. Her color went from bright pink to red.
"How come all of a sudden everything's okay?" she demanded.
Mom's expression went suddenly sober. She seemed to be thinking. Her face lighted up-as if the answer to Daphne's question had occurred to her. "Because Johnny has a hard-on," she said simply. "And we can't let the man of our house walk around like that ... can we, dear?"
Sis still couldn't believe it. Even after Mom followed us into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed to watch. "I ... I feel funny," she said, eyes on Mom as I pressed her back onto the sheets, lifted the hem of the mini, and placed my lips to the hot slit at the crotch of the panties.
"Oh, don't!" she breathed as I again shifted the nylon to one side and covered her moist little lover hole with my mouth. She continued to squirm and protest, looking skeptically from me, to Mom. She lay there: soft white thighs apart, feet dangling over the side of the bed, pussy wet and nipping, but so taken by Mom's sudden permissiveness that each time my tongue flicked against her pink clit she made a halfhearted attempt to twist away.
Finally, when I had gotten Sis' cunt so wet the smell of her seemed to fill the room, Mom joined in the fun. "Sit up, dear," she directed.
"W-w-what f-for?" asked Daphne.
"So Mummy can take off your dress. It's much better without clothes to get in the way." Mom lifted Sis' small shoulders and, while Daphne blinked confusion at me, went to work on the buttons down her back.
"Lookit this, Daph." I squeezed the mighty bulge at the crotch of my pajamas. "Take it out for me. Go ahead."
Sis hesitated. Her little hand fluttered uncertainly at the fly of my pajamas.
"I'd take it out myself," said Mom. "But I only have two hands." She undid the last button and pushed the dress off Daphne's smooth shoulders and down to her waist. "Take it out for Johnny, sweetheart. Be a good girl. Mummy wants to see you hold it ... put it up your pussy."
"Mother!" cried Daphne.
"Oh, horseshit!" I yelled, driving my fingers hard into her red-blonde pussy, pressing her back on the bed, and covering one pink nipple with my mouth. Unable to wait any longer, to play anymore, I undid the snaps at my fly. My stiff joint sprang free. I squeezed Sis' cool little fingers closed on the shaft.
"That's lovely," cooed Mother. She undid the belt at her waist, threw the housecoat open. Her big tits, the nipples rubbery hard, bounced free. Her hand fell to the white-blonde bush I adored.
Now Daphne seemed to think better of the whole affair. For as Mother began to finger-fuck herself, eyelids drooping as she watched, the tiny fingers wrapped around my cock grew eager. I gasped as she began working the loose outer skin-whacking me off. She opened wider, knees cocked outward, feet together, making her cunt more accessible. He hot little round ass began to move. And when my mouth deserted her tit, once again seeking her lips, she turned her face to mine and willingly opened for my darting tongue.
We kissed for a while; tongues overlapping, searching. And when I pulled my mouth away, Sis kept her eyes tightly closed and began chewing the lipstick off her full lower lip. I kissed down her warm body to where the dress lay bunched at her belly button. I made her lift up, worked the mini off her hips, down her slim legs. Now she lay naked except for the panties and pumps. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the nylon undergarment, and, tonguing my way to her pussy as the nylon came off, disposed of the last obstacle.
Mom moaned as I bared Sis' sweet sex. She lifted one knee onto the bed and drove a finger rapidly in and out of her twat. I watched for a moment. But my prick was so hard, so anxious to be sheathed in the red-blonde tightness it hadn't felt in too long a time, and Daphne was by now so willing, not even the sight of Mother readying herself for fucking could hold my attention.
Throwing off my pajama bottoms, I made Sis turn and lie spread-eagled on the bed. Hastily, before Mom's presence distracted her, I positioned myself between her trembling white thighs. With my hand, I attempted to set the glans of my cock at the wet mouth of her pussy.
"Let me do that," whispered Mom.
Daphne's eyes and mouth opened. Wide-eyed, she watched Mother take hold of my dick and place the swollen head in the tight pink slit below her red-blonde curls. "Oh Mummy, Mummy," she breathed as the fat nozzle went in.
With Mom's hand on the shaft of my joint, Sis' hot cunt sucking the tip, I drove.
"OWWWWWW!" Daphne's ass came off the bed. Her tiny hands gripped my shoulders. "Oh, do it, Johnny. Do it! Do it! Do it!"
Breathless, blood pounding in my temples, I watched my stiffness disappear into her wedge ... up to where Mom's hand held me. It was fantastic: even better than I'd anticipated. To my right, the housecoat wide, pussy and tits showing, lovely gray-green eyes slitted, lips parted, sat Mom. And beneath me, wide blue eyes still displaying little-girl wonder, hard nipples begging to be sucked, lubricants flowing and velvety inner cunt muscles working, lay Sis. It was, indeed, like seeing Mom before and after. For now, with passion contorting her adorable face, Daphne's features were Mom's.
"Take your hand away," I told Mom. "Lemme fuck it into her."
"Yes," cried Daphne. "Do it, Johnny. Hurry! Do it! Do it!"
Mom obliged. She released my dick and gritted her teeth as the long meat cylinder bored all the way up Sis' tight cunt. Then, as my balls came to rest against the satin texture of Daphne's wiggling buttocks, Mother threw the housecoat off and across the room, and scrambled onto the bed ... face between our outstretched legs.
Mom's tongue at my ass-hole forced my cock even deeper into Sis' belly. I gasped as the livery wetness slipped down and over my cubes.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Daphne's hips jerked convulsively as the tongue which had abandoned my ass-hole and nuts flicked along the underside of her gash.
"Give me a pillow," ordered Mom.
Without hesitation, not knowing what she was up to but sure it was good, I reached for one of the pillows at the headboard. Quickly Mom took it from me. "Lift up, dear," she directed Daphne. "Let Mummy-" she paused to fold the pillow, wedge it beneath Sis, elevating her pelvis-"get this under you! There! Um! Now I can lick both my lovelies."
"Jesus, Ma!" t yelped as the damp warmth of her mouth covered my ass-hole, sucked.
"Me too." pleaded Sis.
Again Mom's slippery tongue licked down and over my testicles, making Daphne quiver. Sis squealed ... tightened her cunt on my shaft as Mother flicked pleasure across the lower half of her vulva, in the crack of her ass. The tongue darted from Sis to me, to the roots of my sex, back again. And each time it completed the route-abandoning Daphne for a moment, darting into my ass-hole, washing my nuts-Sis thrust her small hips skyward and worked her hot pussy like crazy, like a thousand miles an hour, on my pistoning stiffness.
Gooder than anything! I thought. I glanced back. Over my shoulder, I could see Mother stretched lengthwise between mine and Sis' legs. Her legs, too, were stretched wide. She was fucking her cunt into her coarse bedspread. The big white cheeks of her ass rubbed together. Her thighs quivered. I could imagine the juice, the smell, spewing from her pussy. I looked from her to Daphne ... watched Sis' breasts juggle each time she raised her hips into me. My cock pulsed. There was a fist in my chest squeezing the air from my lungs: another in my lower abdomen ... squeezing the cum, white-hot orgasm, up from the sacs being washed by Mom's skillful tongue.
"M-M-Mom-weeeeee!" wailed Daphne. Her knees shot up. Planting her heels on the bed, she lifted up, up. Her hot cunt closed vise-like on my pole.
"Motherfucker Motherrrrr!" I reached for Sis' round ass, gripped the halves in my hands, and pounded my cock hard into her belly ... crazy with the dual sensation, the feathery feel of cunt nipping my meat, and tongue, Mother's wet, noisy tongue, licking furiously back and forth, back and forth.
Daphne's feet did a cute Mexican hat dance when I popped off. She lifted her hips, milking. Her cunt became a soft glove, captured and held my spitting prick at the top of her contracting vagina. My cum flooded her sheath, mixed with her juices, seeped out and was taken in by Mom's lapping tongue. I strained off blast after blast ... eyes closed ... forcing Sis' hot little ass, her delectable pussy, into me. Mom's finger darted high in my rectum ... coaxing more cream. Daphne moaned, I gasped, Mother sucked. The semen gashed like Niagara from the glans of my cock.
We rested: me panting, lying on my back, Mom and Daphne on either side of me. I watched a fly walk upside down across the ceiling tiles. Reaching the light fixture, it paused. It ran around in circles. It chose a direction, scurried around the fixture, and continued on to the molding, where it leaped suddenly into flight. It buzzed overhead-a reconnaissance plane. Then it dove: strafing the terrain on its way to the breakfast smells lingering in the kitchen.
"Boy!" said Daphne, rolling onto her belly and propping her chin in the cradle of her hands. "I never ever expected anything like this! Are ... are we gonna do it like this all the time? I mean ... all three?" She looked from me to Mother, the incredulous, little-girl innocence again opening her eyes like a stuffed teddy bear's.
Mom, too, rolled onto her belly. "Johnny?"
I looked from Mother's big, soft ass to Sis' smaller, but nonetheless adorable bottom. There was a delightful dimple at the top of Daphne's crack and her round buttocks were covered with almost invisible fuzz which caught the light coming through the slits in the blinds. Mom's ass, too, had a dip at the top of the crack and her cheeks were covered with lighter though thicker fuzz. But Mom's heavy halves displayed dimples at the curve along the underside, too, where Sis' cheeks were too slim to possess this additional feature. And the white-blonde down at Mom's anus puffed out low in the crack-like a shy, wispy-headed pet-where Daphne's ass-hole fur, almost brown in color, was short and hidden.
Sis continued to look at me with the question in her eyes. Is there something special about today or are we going to triple-fuck every day, she seemed to be wondering.
Grinning at Mom, recalling what we'd done with Tricia and Larry during the second feature the night before, I said, "You think this is something? Manoman! You should've come with us to the drive-in!"
Mom humphed. "She's still too young for anything like that!"
Daphne turned onto her side, legs cocked at the knee, one hip up-thrust, displaying the glistening wedge I'd shot off in minutes before. "Like what?" she demanded, curiosity replacing the wonder in her eyes.
Dropping my right hand to Mom's lush ass, fingers deep in the crack, and weaving the fingers of my left hand in Sis' pubic curls, I said, "We fucked four ways last night. Manoman, Daph. Two cocks and two cunts pissing cum."
"That Larry ... his dick is even more insatiable than yours," added Mom, hand seeking my half-hard meat. "I ... I had no idea what he was doing when I went down on him with my mouth. 'Go up!' he said, lifting my legs over his head. 'Suck me off upside down!' I ... I felt myself being turned-ass over heels-and thought, MY GOD! HE'S TRYING TO STRANGLE ME! So big, too. I didn't think I'd ever be able to take it all. But once he got me up there, cock pistoning in and out of my face and tongue washing my slit ... well, I didn't think I'd ever want to do it any other way." Her hand began to work on my prick. The halves of her ass quivered and tightened under my touch.
"Up-upside d-d-down?" squeaked Daphne.
"It was marvelous," continued Mother, opening her legs, offering her ass-hole. "I felt his big dick all the way down my throat. He ... he cupped his hands beneath my thighs and held me and let my mouth down. It went in and in ... getting fatter as I sucked. And all the time him eating me. And Johnny and Tricia fucking in the front seat of the car. I could hear them ... my Johnny-boy's maxi peg dipping into another wet cunt. And. instead of being jealous, as I thought I'd be, I listened and sucked the fat dick in my face all the harder." The hand on my stiffness darted to my balls, cupped.
"And that wasn't even the good part," I told Daphne, fingering her delectable pink slit. "I mean ... we screwed half a dozen times, Mom and Larry doing it every which way in the back of the car, and fucking Tricia was good, but man! Afterward, when my joint was so limp I thought sure it'd never come up again, the four of us got together in the back seat. 'A foursome,' Larry kept saying. I didn't think there was enough room back there. And I really didn't know what he meant by a foursome. We sat there, the four of us, naked, waiting for Larry to explain. Mom on the bottom, he said ... lying full length on the seat. Me between her thighs, fucking. And Tricia. Man! Tricia's black pussy astraddle Mom's face so me and Mom could suck her while we screwed. And Larry ... Jeez! Larry with his hard cock up Tricia's hole ... nuts dangling within licking distance of Mom's tongue. Manoman!" I burrowed one finger deep into Mom's puckered ass-hole and another into Sis. My dick, as I recalled the groovy scene in the back seat of the car, jerked fully erect.
Mom groaned. Apparently she, too, was recalling the scene. Her hips bucked off the bed. The slippery walls of her rectum clamped tight on my finger.
Sis glanced from my face to my stiff cock. She watched Mom's hand move slowly up and down the shaft, watched my finger work up Mom's hole chewed her lip and pressed one tiny hand over the fingers probing her pussy. "I ... I wasn't gonna tell," she said finally, mysteriously. "Some ... something happened to me, too. At Nanny's. Day before yesterday."
Holy shit! I thought. Had my five days with Grandmother-five days of almost continuous fucking after years of abstinence-left her so hopped up, so horny, she'd taken advantage of sweet little Daphne? I could imagine her; fat Grandmother ass mashing the sopping wet sloppy cunt I'd fucked into Sis' adorable, virginal wedge. Or sucking! Had they been sucking? I could imagine that, too ... cunt to mouth, cunt to mouth ... lapping each other home. "What'd fucking Nanny do?" I demanded.
Daphne scowled. "Not Nanny, silly."
"N-not N-N-Nanny?"
"Nooo! Great Uncle Harry."
"My God!" whispered Mom as I rammed my finger to the hilt up her ass-hole.
"Harry came to visit," Sis went on, one hand pressing mine tight to her crotch, the other vying with Mother's for possession of my joint. "He came early in the day ... on Friday. I was in bed when he arrived. 'I didn't know you were here,' he said when he stepped into the bedroom and caught me lying there in nothing but panties. 'My, you've grown,' he told me. 'My! My!' He could see everything, I knew. But he didn't do much of anything then. He just looked ... licking his lips and pretending-like you used to do, Johnny-not to look at me down there. My titties were bare, too. But I didn't bother to cover up. 'What the heck,' I thought, 'it's only nice old Great Uncle Harry!' " Rubbing the palm of her small cool hand over the knob of my cock, she stared ... as if waiting for me, big brother, to assure her she'd done the right thing.
I hadn't seen Great Uncle Harry in years. But even then, I recalled, he was gray-haired and going bald and had a beer belly. I didn't know which was more ludicrous: the mistaken image I'd had of Nanny with Sis, or the image I now had of fucking Great Uncle Harry and his big cock.
"What in the world did he do?" asked Mom. She relinquished custody of my rod, twisted away so that my finger popped from her ass-hole, and sat, knees raised, arms wrapped tight around her long, lovely legs ... wet cunt and the crack of her ass open to my hungry gaze.
"Yeah, Daph ... what'd he do?" I was dying to fuck, to suck a pussy, but anxious to hear the story, too. I commanded my overeager dick to behave and be content for a while with the gentle ministrations of Sis' fingers.
Daphne bit down hard on her full lower lip. She, too, I could see, was eager to screw. Her hot little cunt was dripping goo all over my hand and each time my fingertip brushed across her clit, her hips, her little round belly, inched toward me. Closing her thighs tight on my hand, caressing the glans of my prick, my hairy nuts, she continued:
"It ... it was at night. Nanny went to bed early, and me and Harry were alone in front of the TV. I kinda knew. He'd been looking at me all day ... watching when I bent over the sink to do the dishes ... asking dumb questions about me and boyfriends, and if Mummy let me date, and what the boys did to me when we were alone. It was cute! There he was ... not two feet away from me on the old daybed thing in Nanny's living room ... pretending not to look at the crotch of my leotards. I'd worn the white leotards and a crop top with nothing underneath, knowing he could almost see through them ... just enough to make it fun.
"I was so hot! You ... well, today's the first time in so long, and I didn't think Mummy'd ever let you do me again. So when we started to talk-this time him asking if I ever let a boy feel me-I lied and said I'd let every boy in class feel my titties. Wow! You should've seen his face! He got all red and sweaty and moved closer. And then, when I got up to change the channel on the TV, knowing the light showed right through my leotards, his big veiny dick almost burst through the fly of his pants." She moved closer and rubbed the fat tip of my joint in her pussy.
"Hey! How about me?" blurted Mother. "Don't I get to get laid today."
"Man, yeah!" I assured her. "Well, how about now?" Mom spread her knees slowly, provocatively. Her heavy thighs came apart. Her pussy gaped open. She put her hand to the slit, and, with long slender fingers, spread the lips wide. Her fat clit poked out.
"Chee-rist!" Pushing Sis' hand away, I threw Mom down on the sheets and came up behind. "You get behind me," I told Daphne, setting the head of my dick firmly in the fuzz at Mom's hot ass-hole. "I gotta have you this way," I told Mom, driving. "Man! Your fuckin' hole ... ahhh! I haven't shafted it to you this way in ... oh! Ohmanohmanoh! I ... I haven't reamed your tight shitter in d-days!"
Daphne came up behind me. I felt her springy bush against my rear. I had never before been between two cunts in bed, and the sensation, the feel of Sis' pointy little tits digging into my back, snatch grinding against my ass as I forced my stiffness up the warmth of Mom's rectum was like being sandwiched between two pillows. But these pillows were delectably fuckable; both had hot, hairy holes, in front and rear, waiting, even anxious, to milk the cum from my prick. Both had mouths made for sucking. And both, I decided, humping my long dick up, up, up Mom's ass-hole, were going to feel my stiffness in every hole they possessed before any of us got out of the bed.
"Oh...! What about meee?" complained Daphne.
"Finish ... ah ... telling about Harry."
"Yes, dear. Finish ... oh, Johnny love! Johnny! Johnny! Johnny! That's ... umhhmm! So good! Finish ... ahhhh! Finish telling the story, Daphne. What ... urn! OH! What d-did Harry do-owwwww-fuck it up, Johnnylove. UP! And D-Daphne ... UM! Tell us all about ... ah! All! A-b-b-bout Uncle H-H-Harreeee!"
"He fucked me!" snapped Sis, apparently displeased with the arrangement.
I looked back at her. She eyed me hotly. Her cute lower lip, all the lipstick kissed or nibbled away, pouted. I thought for a moment ... decided!
"Darn you, Johnny!" wailed Mom as I yanked my cock from her bottom, rolled her onto her back, spread her thighs, raised her knees, and set the head once again at the open mouth of her rectum.
"Now you get astraddle Mom's face," I told Sis. "Just like last night ... only one less stiff one."
Eagerly Daphne obeyed. On her knees, thighs spread wide, she placed her hot pink gash directly above Mom's wide gray-green eyes. Spunk dripped down. And as I replanted my stiffness in the hole it had only moments before vacated, and gripped Sis' hips in preparation of eating her pussy, Mom threw her head back, moaned, pulled my dick deep into her belly, and caught the drops of cunt juice in her mouth.
Insisting Sis tell us the rest of the story, I and Mom double-tongued her red-blonde pussy, her slit. She gripped my shoulders, and, humping her cunt even faster than I was humping my meat into Mom, dug sharp little claws into my flesh. But I was beyond feeling pain. For now my pulsing tool was lost in the sweetness of Mother and all I could feel was the exquisite heat, the tightness, the wonder, the slippery softness of her magnificent ass-hole, "He ... he asked if ... if he c-could feel my titties some," said Daphne in a small, gravelly voice. "I ... I let him. And wow! His r-rod came up like all crazy! It stood there in his lap ... at least a foot high. I was dying to touch it ... t-t-to take it all the way up in m-my p-p-pussy. Ow! Oh, J-J-Johnny! Mummy!"
"Tell!" I persisted, driving my tongue rapidly in and out of her gash, kneading the tender flesh of her ass, and pumping my meat in a slow, tantalizing fuck motion ... in and out, deeper each time, back and forth in the hot hairy hole at the bottom and between Mom's frantically churning rear.
Daphne's fingernails dug even deeper into the flesh of my shoulders. "He ... he played with my titties awhile ... all the time looking down. 'Hasn't anyone ever touched your little pussycat?' he asked finally. 'Don't tell me a big girl like you doesn't let the boys fuck around a little down there.' He was getting braver, I thought. He wasn't even trying to hide the bulge in his pants. And when he looked up from my crotch and saw how I was biting my Hp, trying like all crazy to sit still, he kinda grinned. 'How about letting your old Great Uncle Harry feel you there?' he said. 'Just a little bit. Not much. I won't hurt you. Uncle Harry's always gentle with little lambs. And if you don't like it, if honey sugar wants me to stop, I'll stop.' But I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to start and not stop ever! I was all drippy down there. Gooey. On fire. And when his fingers dug in ... gentle at first but digging in real hard when he saw I wasn't going to stop him, forcing the leotards and all up my pussy, I threw my arms around his neck, opened wide, and waited and waited and waited."
"Ma-annn!" My cock, deep in Mom's tight ass-hole, was nearing another explosion. Mom, too, I could tell-because now her strong thighs were high on my waist-was nearing orgasm. And Sis, as she told the kinky story, was spewing juice like a leaky faucet from the cunt in my face. This time, neither Mom nor I had to tell her to continue. Mom's tongue licked her crotch, the rounded underside of her small buttocks, while I lapped her slit, and the words, like the semen inching up from my sacs, poured freely:
"Uncle Harry,' I whispered. 'Y-you can t-take off my leotards if you want.' He sorta blinked ... as if he couldn't believe it. 'It ... it's okay,' I told him. 'I ... I'm not a virgin. I been fucked lots of times.' That kinda did it. Breathing like all crazy ... so hard I thought, Wow! Maybe he'll have a heart attack? Maybe fucking's too much for him? Maybe ... ow! He pushed me down on the daybed and fumbled around for the zipper. It was funny. He was all thumbs and hard prick. He couldn't find the darn zipper hidden beneath the little flap-thing in back. So I did it for him. I reached back, worked the silly thing down, and watched his eyes get big when the leotards opened at the waist. Wow! For a minute, all he did was look. Then he took hold of the waistband, as if the leotards were made of glass and might break, and eased them down. Real slow. Me squirming. Until the stupid things were down below my bush, and he grunted and pushed them halfway down my thighs and buried his face, his lips, his tongue, in my hair. like n-now. like ... owwwwwwwwwwwww! J-J-John-neeeeeeeee!"
I and Mom were working to bring her home. Our tongues slapped together as we licked. And the muscles deep in Mom's rectum, her belly, were working to put me in orbit. I fucked my cock into her. Hard. As hard as I could. I licked and lapped Sis' cunt and finger-fucked her ass-hole. I sucked and fucked ... all the time imagining Great Uncle Harry, face in the red-blonde twat I was eating, stiff prick ready to drive, and balls aching ... just as mine were aching to unload.
"He ... he sucked me awhile," choked Daphne, mashing her gash in my face. "But he wouldn't take out his dick. Not until I reached down, and grabbed him, and said, 'Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me please!' Then he unzipped his fly and ... oh, Johnny! It was the biggest one! All red and veiny. 'Oh! Fuck it up into me!' I told him. But the leotards were still on my thighs and he was still sucking. So I pushed the dumb leotards all the way down and off and made him get on me, on the daybed, and without even waiting for him to take off the pants, shoved the fat tip up ... ow! OWWWWWWW!" She thrust her cunt far forward. "Up my pus-seeeeeee!"
I ejaculated. The thighs on my waist squeezed tight; Sis' juices spewed out over my face and the cum, rivers of it, poured from my cock. I held Mother's wide hips ... grinding.
"My Johnny love. My ... ahummmmmm!" Mom bucked so high off the bed, so suddenly she almost unseated me.
"Suck me!" squealed Daphne.
"Fuck me!" sobbed Mom.
I willingly obliged. My pistoning dick plowed even faster through the wetness flooding Mom's hot ass-hole. I lapped. And as the last of my gism fell, adding the soft afterglow of fucking to my orgasm, both Sis and Mother bathed me with sticky love lotion. It belched from the mouth of the white-blonde pussy so near my rod, soaking my cock hair, and oozed from the curly red-blonde scruff in my face. And even before Mom and Daphne began to slow down, momentarily satisfied, I was ready to go again.
Sis slept. She lay on her stomach, sweet little rump in the air, arms and legs thrown wide in little-girl abandon. Her breathing was almost a snore. Mom, too, it appeared, was napping. She lay on her side, back to me, bent knees making her big creamy buttocks more prominent, sexier. Again I was surrounded, it seemed, by soft, pink and white ass flesh.
I sat up, looked speculatively from one, to the other. Again I compared. I bent close to Daphne. There was a freckle on her alabaster left cheek, I noted ... the only blemish. I studied the crack. It opened like a fork in the road between the back of her young thighs. I bent closer, gently spread the smooth halves, and kissed and smelled her ass-hole.
Turning from Daphne to Mom, I inched down on the bed, lay on my side, and, face close to the deep split, spread her lush cheeks. The residue of my cum lay tangled in the fuzz at her anus. Her ass, compared to Daphne's plump little backside, was what a plum is to a grape. And the smell! Even that was different. She exuded the scent of maturity; warm mother cunt. I kissed and licked the cum from her tight sphincters, kissed down the back of her thighs, up, up the crack, reached around and fondled a tit. I pinched the nipple. It sprang taut. I went to the other huge breast, toyed with the peak while licking up the center of her back.
Mom sighed and stretched. She half turned toward me, smiled with wide-awake eyes.
"I thought you were sleeping."
"Uh-uh. Just thinking."
"About me?" I moved up ... snuggled close to her back and let my cock poke its way between the top of her thighs. Which way, I wondered. There were so many ways to fuck, and with Mother each one was better than the one before.
"About us." Mom turned to face me ... the movement placing my prick in the silk stuff at the top of her thighs. "About you, me, and Daphne. About what's going to happen if anyone ever finds out."
"Fuck 'em!"
"Johnny I"
"Well, what the heck do we care? Daphne's got us, and you have me, and it's gonna be like that forever." I pressed both hands to her big-nippled breasts and rolled my palms on the peaks. I meant every word. I didn't care who found out, never had. And now, now that Mom and Sis had overcome their inhibitions, I couldn't care less.
"Listen, Ma," I said soberly. "Everybody wants to do what we're doing. Grandma. Great Uncle Harry. Everybody! And lots of them do it, too. Only you never hear about that because everyone's too busy worrying about what someone else might say. I bet if you could sneak in every house just on our block you'd find a dozen fathers fucking kids even younger than Sis. And the only reason there ain't more kids like me screwing their moms is 'cause there ain't many mothers aroun' who look like you."
Looking deep into my eyes, Mom said nothing for a long time. She seemed to be weighing what I'd said. The clear gray-green windows below her blonde brows grew misty. How beautiful she was, I thought. Not only her body which, now that I'd had my way with Daphne and could have her again at any time for the asking, was ten times as appealing, twenty times as delectable, but her face, her thoughts, too, were beautiful. I didn't think I'd ever tire of her. Not even when she grew old ... older than Grandmother.
"When I think back," said Mom finally, "to when I was a girl and Pop used to find the darndest excuses to get into the bathroom while I was in the shower ... well, I suppose what you say is true. And Uncle Harry! My God! Although it never even dawned on me then, he used to hold me on his lap one hell of a lot. I was just about Daphne's age, too ... just beginning to develop."
"I don't blame him." I covered one fat nipple with my mouth, sucked. I reached for her big ass. "If your ass was anything like it is now," I added.
"More like Daphne's," said Mom pensively. "Back then, I was just about her build. In a few more years, when the little dear matures, she'll fill out like me, I suppose."
"Yeah!" I squeezed one lush cheek. I could imagine Sis filling out, her ripe little body growing up to fill Mom's clothes.
"And now that I think about it," continued Mother softly, "there were girls who used to tell me stories about their uncles and brothers and cousins. There was one, a cute little redhead, Angela something or other, my roommate for a while at college, who told me about an older brother who broke her in. She said he used to sneak into her bedroom late at night ... even before she could come ... before she had hair down there. Half the time she was asleep when he came in. But she always awoke and pretended. And each night he grew bolder. First he just felt her ... outside the pajamas. But after a while, she said, when he learned she wouldn't awake, he took out his cock and began to rub it in the crack of her ass, on her crotch." She shivered, closed her eyes and pressed close.
"I used to fuck around with Daphne like that, too," I said, rubbing my dick in her pussy. "We used to listen to you and Pop fucking, and pretend to wrestle. I must've dry-humped her ten thousand times."
"Urn!" Mom shifted, centering the head of my prick. She stroked my hair. Her belly pressed tight to mine. "Angela said her brother always waited 'til their parents were asleep before sneaking in. It took him almost six months to get up the nerve to take her pajamas off, she said. He used to just rub it against her and grunt and come. But then one night, a party or something, and Angela and her brother had been sipping whiskey, he undid the rope belt at her waist and worked the pajama bottoms off her hips. She never wore panties....not even when we were roommates at college. And then the boy saw her little naked bottom, she said, and began to move his hard dick up and down the crack ... ummm!" Again she shifted, moving down and into me ... wedging the tip of my joint in the hot lips of her pussy.
"That's what I mean," I told her, kneading her ass and wiggling my cock until the glans was lost in her warmth.
"Urn! That's nice, Johnny."
I let the tip soak in the moist heat of her lower cunt. I glanced back over my shoulder. Sis was sleeping still. Her little round bottom, all soft and bright in the bifurcated light from the window blinds, was about the size of the girl's Mom was talking about, I supposed. And it wasn't difficult at all to imagine someone, someone like me, sneaking into the bed and pressing a stiff dick in the crack while she slept.
"He just fooled around some at first," Mom went on. "Angela said he was frightened ... afraid she'd awake and yell. So he just rubbed it up and down in the crack and shied away from her pussy. But she was hot, too ... more curious than anything, she said. So she rolled onto her back, still pretending to be asleep, and lay there spread-eagled. She could see him, she said, by squinting into the dark. He kneeled over her, cock in hand. He lifted the pajama top ... exposing her hard little titties. Then he worked the bottoms all the way down and off. And then, Angela said, with her about ready to scream if he didn't do something soon, he positioned himself between her legs, set the head of his dick at the hole in her virgin pussy and-" she hugged me to her, worked her inner cunt muscles, pulling my joint deep-"pushed in!"
"Want me to fuck you?" I teased.
"Ummm!"
"But suppose someone finds out? About me, you, and Daphne and all?"
Mom giggled. "Fuck 'em!"
I laughed with her. "Fuck them or fuck you?"
"Them and me. Me especially, though." Mom rolled onto her back, taking me with her. She spread her thick thighs wide, arched her body, and said, "Fuck me good. Just me and you. While Daphne's asleep, I want you all to myself."
"Lift your knees then. I can get more in you that way. Maybe we should put a pillow under your ass?"
"All right. But hurry!"
I reached for the pillow we'd used to prop Daphne's sweet little rump up for my first fuck. The pillowcase was stained with hard cum. It smelled of cunt, too, I decided. The entire bed smelled of sister and mother pussy ... just the way I liked it.
"High enough?" whispered Mom as I shoved the doubled-up pillow under her hips.
"Lemme look!" I pulled my stiff cock from her hole, slid down her belly, and studied my handiwork. Her pussy sat high in the air. With her knees raised, feet planted wide apart on the bed, I could see far up her sheath, her ass-hole.
"Well? Find something you like?"
In reply, I buried my face in the ripe honey-dew melon between her thighs, sucked and blew. She shivered, strained. I batted my tongue against her hard clit as a drummer brushes the cymbals. With two fingers, I spread the lips of her vulva as wide as they'd go, and drew the little pink hard-on into my mouth between my teeth. I nibbled.
"AHHHUM! Come back here, you!" Mom grabbed me by the hair, yanked. She dragged me up her tense body and held my head pressed to her breasts.
"What'll you do?" I taunted, chewing her nipples, rubbing my cock all over her bush, along the smooth inside of her thighs, but refusing to let her trap it.
"Stop fooling. You ... you'll wake Daphne."
Over one luscious boob, I glanced sidelong at Sis. Mom was right; I owed her a good fucking, and if Daphne awoke, joined us, I'd be able to devote only half my attention to the white-blonde pussy sitting high and open and ready on the pillow. "It won't go in by itself," I told her. "Sort of dumb today. Can't find the hole. Help it some."
Mom readily guided my stiff dick through the silky coils to her pink slit. She set the head in place. "You do the rest," she breathed. "There's only one way to go now. UP!"
"Like this?" I thrust.
"Y-yes!"
"And this?" I fucked half the length of my stiffness into her.
"You know it. You know Mummy too well. You know e-everything she---likes!" Mother wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulled my mouth down to her moist, parted lips.
As we kissed, tongue meshing with tongue, I pulled all the way back and, with a mighty lunge which would have made Daphne, Nanny, anyone else cry out, drove my long, hard dick, from tip to hilt, up the tight, wet channel between her hot legs. I stayed deep. There was a difference in texture, too, I decided ... between Daphne and Mom, I mean. Inside, Daphne was all little-girl wonder nipping the length of my prick. But Mom's cunt had finesse, nipped in a more subtle way, and clamped tight, like the jaws of a hungry shark, at just the right moment. I moved my hands down her sides, exploring every curve, every valley, continued down along the outside of her thighs, over and up the inside. I explored the place where the columns joined her body and formed the gap at her crotch. With thumb and forefinger on each hand, I encircled the roots of the fat pole up her pussy. The rest of my fingers pressed down, splayed over her mound. I felt the lips of her cunt turn outward on my cock. I stoked. It seemed tighter. I pulled back and rammed hard. Mom's ass came off the pillow. I ground my nuts, cock hair, into her, pulled back, jabbed, pulled back. And then, just as my dick was about to slip from her love hole, I gripped the soft halves of her ass, and forced myself up, up ... cock further into her belly, it seemed, than anyone had ever been before.
Squeezing me close, so tight I thought sure I'd bust, Mom held my meat buried. She lay still for a moment-apparently savoring the hardness, the throbbing, anxious thing engorging her vagina. Then she began to move. Slowly. Ever so slowly at first. And then, mouth sucking the breath from my lungs, her hips began the familiar fuck tempo destined to carry us home.
Lips still glued to Mom's sweet mouth, I opened my eyes and again glanced sidelong at Daphne. She was still lying on her belly, cute little cheeks in the air, outstretched like a rag-doll, but now her big blue eyes were staring at me. She watched my every move. like a curious kitten watching a ball of yarn, her gaze followed the steady up-down rhythm of my hips. Hey! That looks super good-gooder than anything! she seemed to be thinking. And although she didn't move or say anything, the sharp little teeth locked tight on her swollen lower lip said, loud and clear, FUCK ME!
You're next, Sis! I thought. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Mom. She suddenly dropped her knees wide, parallel with her pelvis. I gasped. My hips jerked convulsively all by themselves as the mouth of her cunt opened incredibly wide, and the hot upper passage, where the glans of my prick was embedded, closed tighter than it had ever closed before.
Something new, I wondered. Or was it just the last of the barriers coming down, and now, with nothing holding her back, Mom was really showing me what good, uninhibited, mother-son fucking was all about?
Breaking the kiss, Mother asked, "Ready, ba-by love?"
"Al ... almost. Just a little bit m-more like you're doing. Jesus! It's never been this fucking good before!"
Mom's laughter came from deep within the hard-tipped mounds of whipped cream on her chest. Her hands slid down my sides, to my buttocks. I knew what was coming. I gritted my teeth and tried not to lock my sphincters. "AHHHHHHH!"
Daphne giggled.
"What in the fuck's so M-funny?" I roared.
"You! You get all dopey and dumb-looking when you're ready to come," she replied.
I looked from her to Mom's lovely flushed face. She was grinning like a fool. For now her stink-finger was embedded high in my rectum and she knew, just as I knew, the slightest tickle in the right direction would blow the lid off my stiff throbbing cock.
The tickle came without warning. Again I yelled and Daphne giggled. I fell with my weight on Mother's accommodating body, my face in the warmth between her tits. And as the cum raced up from my balls, half a dozen fifty-gallon drums full, it seemed, I reached across the bed and dug my fingers hard into the hot crack of Sis' adorable little ass.
"Now fuck me, Johnnylove," said Mother as my dick stopped spitting and grew steely hard.
I pulled back, shafted. Daphne moved closer. I twisted my middle finger high in her hole. With my free hand, I kneaded Mom's succulent left boob. I was, indeed, a lucky guy, I thought. With Mom and Sis to add variety, what more could I ask for?
Mother answered the question for me. "What you need now is two pricks!" she said.
