Daddy was joined in bed by his two teenage daughters, Jane and Linda.
Linda was eighteen, a college coed who had come home for the monthly meeting of incestuous sex her family indulged in.
Linda was lushly nubile, with heavy breasts, rounded buttocks, and a voluptuously curved physique. Her flesh was pink and shining.
Jane was much younger, in her early teens.
She had pert, pear-shaped breasts with tiny pink nipples. She was long-legged, with a ripely rounded rear.
Daddy lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, as the girls climbed into bed on either side of him. He was as naked as they were.
The girls pressed against him, their soft hands fondling his flesh, their soft lips pressing against him.
Sweet Jane crawled under the covers. Linda fed her stiff nipple into her father's kissing sucking mouth. Daddy squirmed with desire.
Jane squealed happily as she took hold of his hard cock and guided it into her mouth.
Downstairs in the kitchen, buxom, big-bosomed Mom was fondling the stiff cock of her naked teenage son.
The weekend of family sex was on at full blast!
CHAPTER ONE
Miss Rachel Blaine kept Jane Preston after school.
It was a wintry Wednesday afternoon, cold and blustery, but warm inside the school. Jane sat at the rear of the classroom, at a desk in the back row.
Jane was a vision of teen loveliness. She was in her early teens, with a round juvenile face and a wickedly nubile young body.
All the boys in school tried to date her, but Jane saved her favors for lovers that the kids in school could never even dream of.
Jane sat with her hands folded primly on the desk. Its worn wooden top was scarred and carved with the graffiti of a generation of students.
Jane's chestnut brown hair, darkly rich, was gathered and pulled back in a cute ponytail which fell down her back like a horse's tail.
Her fresh lovely face needed no cosmetics. Make-up could not improve the innocent allure of her natural beauty. She was fresh-faced, wide-eyed, pert, charming, seemingly innocent. But appearances can be deceiving, however.
Miss Rachel Blaine fancied that she knew Jane's real nature, her true nature, better than anyone else, for a number of reasons.
But the usually astute Miss Blaine was wrong in this assumption.
There were sides and secrets to young Jane of which Miss Blaine was as unaware as any of the youngsters who shared classes with Jane and dreamed vainly of having her in their arms or their beds.
None of the kids in school had ever made love to Jane but Miss Rachel Blaine had.
Rachel Blaine was in her early twenties, and wasa recent graduate of a local teacher's college. She had done her student teaching at this high school, and was subsequently hired fulltime as an English teacher.
Rachel was tall, lean, high-bosomed, long-legged. Because she taught seven classes a day, classes filled with ultra-horny boys and envious girls, Rachel dressed in a prim and proper fashion which minimized her allure.
Her dark blonde hair was braided and coiled in a tight prim bun at the top of her head, accenting the good bones of her sharply featured face.
She wore glasses over her deep-set hazel eyes, which glittered with bright intelligence. She was dressed in a blazer jacket, blouse, skirt, shoes.
The blouse was plain, almost severe. The business-like blazer jacket covered her full firm breasts. She wore her tweed jacket like armor.
Her skirt, made of sensible gray tweed, reached from her trim waistline to a point below her knees. She wore flat-soled loafers.
But the clothes could not disguise her lithe figure. She had long legs, trim hips, and a rounded rump whose buttocks pressed against the tweed skirt.
Her long legs were sheathed in pantyhose. Her calves were sleek and shapely.
Rachel stepped out of the door of her English class, which had been empty of all but herself and Jane.
The hall was equally deserted. The school day was over, the last bell had rung, and the students had wasted no time in getting outside.
There were still some students and teachers scattered in the building, but they would be down by the gym, not here on the third floor.
Rachel looked up and down the empty halls, seeing and hearing no one.
She stepped back into the room and closed the door. Being a teacher, she possessed the key which would lock and unlock the door.
The door was rigged so that it must be locked with a key, thus preventing prankish students from locking everybody out of a classroom.
Rachel used her teacher's key to lock the door from the inside of the room, sealing herself inside alone with Jane.
The door was made of solid wood, so no passerby in the hall could look into the room. This had been done so that students might not be distracted when roaming pranksters peered through glass doors, making funny faces behind the teacher's back.
The solid, locking door was most convenient for Rachel's purposes.
Rachel pocketed the key and walked down the aisle between the desks.
Jane sat up in her seat. She was five and a half feet tall, with luscious breasts which looked oversized for her general slim build.
She dressed properly. The pink collar of her blouse peaked out of the top of her fluffy white sweater. Her pleated skirt reached down to her knees.
To complete her ensemble, she wore a pair of black boots which reached to her knees. In this cold winter weather, Jane needed to wear boots with her skirts.
Rachel stood over Jane, who was seated at the desk. Rachel's arms were folded over her breasts, and she looked down at the girl.
Rachel peered over the top of her glasses, which had slipped down to the middle of her nose. She took off the spectacles and laid them down on a desk.
"Darling," she murmured, reaching for Jane.
Sitting, Jane's head was level with Rachel's hips. Rachel put her hands on the back of Jane's neck, and pulled her face to her hips.
Sighing happily, Jane pressed the side of her face against Rachel's tweed skirt. She reached up and rested her hands on Rachel's slender hips.
Rachel patted the top of Jane's head, toyed with her ponytail, letting the thick strand of glossy hair fall through her fingers.
Rachel's hands gently but firmly urged Jane to her feet.
Jane stood up. She was a few inches shorter than the teacher. Rachel embraced Jane. The teen closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
Rachel's soft lips pressed Jane's, her tongue probing Jane's mouth. It slipped inside, rubbing Jane's tongue, tasting the spicy warmth of Jane's mouth.
The females pressed front to front. Rachel's hand dropped down to Jane's rear and rested on the curve of her ripe buttocks.
After a moment's kissing, Rachel kneaded the buttocks through Jane's skirt.
Jane pressed her front closer to Rachel's, so that their breasts nuzzled.
Jane was blushing hotly when Rachel broke off the kiss. Rosy spots of warmth glowed in Rachel's cheeks. Her pliant lips were moist, parted.
Rachel fussed with Jane, stroking her. She took hold of the hem of Jane's white sweater and pulled it up, lifting it off the girl.
Jane held her arms over her head while Rachel wrestled off the sweater.
"Why must you wear so many clothes, Jane?" she asked in good-humored fun.
Rachel pulled off the sweater. Jane's heavy breasts thrust against the front of her blouse, straining at the seams.
Jane's stiff nipples stood out like pebbles under the blouse. The outline of the bra she wore could be seen through the semi-transparent blouse.
Jane wore the bra not for support, since her breasts, large as they were, were firm and high. She wore the bra for modesty's sake.
When she didn't wear a bra, her tits bounced heavily. All the boys would stare and whistle and make rude remarks to her.
They did that to Jane even when she wore a bra, but to a lesser degree.
Rachel pulled Jane's blouse out of the top of the skirt and unbuttoned it. The rounded pink mounds of Jane's breasts were cupped by a plain white bra.
Rachel opened the blouse. Jane unbuttoned the cuffs, then took off the blouse and laid it down on another desk.
Rachel hugged her, so that their hips rubbed. She lowered her head down to Jane's chest and nuzzled the tops of the teen's lush breasts.
Rachel reached behind Jane's back, undoing the back strap of the bra. She slid the straps down Jane's smooth pink shoulders.
Jane's breasts spilled free from the bra when Rachel took it off.
Jane's breasts were ripe and rounded, with stiff nipples which were shocking pink in color. The nipples were surrounded by neat round rosettes.
"I have to see all of you ... " Rachel opened the catch at the side of Jane's skirt. "I want you all naked, all for myself."
Jane idly fingered Rachel's fair-haired bun while Rachel undressed her.
"Why don't you take off your clothes too, Miss Blaine?" Even though they were lovers, it pleased and excited Jane to call Rachel by the formal name with which she was addressed by all students.
It called attention to the difference between them that Rachel was a teacher, an adult, who had taken one of her young students for a lesbian lover.
Rachel said, "I'll undress after I've stripped you, Jane."
The skirt fell around Jane's booted ankles. Jane stepped out of it. Stretched across her womanly hips was a pair of pink satin bikini panties.
The panties were taut across her flesh, so that the mound of her pussy was outlined, and the folds of her pussy lips showed at the crotch.
Rachel squeezed Jane's hips, then slipped her fingertips inside the panties and pulled them down, exposing Jane's pussy.
Jane's glossy, thick bush was a shade of brown which was almost black, and was much darker than the hair on her head.
Her furry triangle of hair partially covered a pair of delicious pussy lips, which formed an exquisite flower of flesh between Jane's legs.
The pink satin panties fluttered down Jane's legs, falling at her booted ankles.
Jane sat down on a desk, resting her naked buttocks on the cool wooden top. She pulled the panties off her feet and set them aside.
She now was naked, except for her knee-high black leather boots. Those boots were more practical than fetishistic; they had rounded toes and flat heels.
All the same, the black leather boots accented the allure of her shapely legs, and Jane's partial nudity thrilled Rachel.
Rachel reached for Jane's breasts. Jane said, "Now you take off your clothes!"
"Who's the teacher here?! " Rachel demanded with mock sternness.
"You are, Miss Blaine!"
"That's right! I'm the teacher! Little girls like you should do what they're told! I'll get undressed when I'm good and ready!"
Jane said with mock innocence, "But if you stay dressed, Miss Blaine, then how can I ... ? " Jane leaned forward and whispered the rest into Rachel's ear.
Jane's heavy bare breasts nuzzled Rachel. Her pink-lipped mouth was held close to Rachel's ear, tickling it with Jane's warm breath.
Jane whispered some of the things she wanted to do to and for Rachel today. Rachel smiled, dizzy with lust, her hands shaking with eagerness.
When Jane finished describing in graphic detail how she wanted to please the teacher who was her lover, she licked her tongue tip inside Rachel's ear.
Rachel, squirming and stimulated, pushed Jane back to a sitting position on top of the desk. She cupped the girl's breasts.
"I love these little darlings." Rachel felt and fondled them. "Well, not so little actually-quite the opposite, in fact."
"But they are darling, Jane." Rachel planted soft kisses on both stiff nipples. Jane's pretty blushes only deepened.
The breasts rested heavily in Rachel's palms, with excess bosom flesh oozing off the edges of her fondling hands.
She squeezed the breasts, gently kneading them, pushing them together and plumping them up, spreading them, stroking their stiffly swollen nipples.
Jane felt dreamy. Her dark brown eyes shone. She rested her hands on Rachel's shoulders, her upper body swaying in response to the caresses of the teacher.
Rachel let one hand drift down from Jane's bosom.
The caressing hand traced its course over
Jane's flat tummy, across her lush pink hips, then down to rest sweatily on Jane's polished thighs.
Jane sat with her knees pressed together, and her calves and feet dangling off the edge of the desk. Rachel pressed against those thighs.
Jane opened them at the teacher's touch. Rachel fingered the furry bush, then readied for the pussy lips which were softer than satin.
Jane bit her lower lip, her white teeth sinking into it as she stifled a moan of desire. Rachel's fingers ran teasingly over Jane's flesh.
Still fondling Jane's pussy, Rachel lowered her head to Jane's bosom. She stuck out her long pink pointed tongue and licked the nipples.
She wrapped her lips around a nipple, sucking it between them, than whipping the nipple with the tongue.
Jane closed her eyes, the thick lashes fluttering as her nipples were sucked and nibbled. The fingers continued to roll over her pussy lips.
Rachel pressed the tip of her middle finger against Jane's pussy lips, then pushed it in. The pussy lips were pulled back by the finger.
Jane shivered when she was penetrated, her breasts bobbing. She was dripping wet inside, and the finger filled her, up to the knuckle.
Jane was no virgin this was known by Rachel, who was a bit jealous that some boy, some stranger, had stuck his big hard horny thing in her little lover's honey pot.
But for all her child-like ways, Jane had a will of iron when it came to certain things. Rachel was careful not to make too many demands on her.
The one thing Jane wouldn't stand for was to have her freedom curtailed by a jealous lover.
Rachel had to take Jane on the girl's own terms. But the lesbian English teacher would happily have taken the teen temptress on any terms at all.
Rachel finger-fucked Jane, slowly sliding her middle finger in and out of the teen's tight pussy, which pressed clutchingly against the penetrating finger.
The finger glimmered with wetness as it slid out of Jane. Rachel took the finger all the way out and raised it to her mouth and sucked it.
Jane's juices tingled on her tongue, whetting her appetite for a taste from the source. Rachel's long legs flexed and folded at the knees.
She knelt at Jane's feet, on the hardwood floor, with her eager face level with Jane's pussy. Smeared secretions shone on the pink pussy lips.
Rachel reached up and wrapped her hands around Jane's bare hips. Jane moved closer to the edge of the desk, sliding her bottom across the wood.
Rachel stood on her knees. She was hot, hot and sweating. Hastily she unbuttoned her blazer jacket, nearly tearing off its buttons in her impatience.
Her breasts were high, firm, pert. They were more pear shaped and pert than Jane's, since the teenager's nubile breasts were larger than the teacher's.
Rachel's nipples were stiff points of harness, throbbing at the tips of her sensitive breasts, standing against the front of her blouse.
Rachel kissed Jane between the legs. Jane sighed and moaned as Rachel's lips rubbed her pussy lips, covering them with heated kisses.
Jane rested her hands on Rachel's shoulders, to steady herself.
Rachel stuck out her tongue and licked Jane from the top of her slit to the bottom. Her tongue tip traced out the folds of Jane's pussy flesh.
Jane's pussy lips were warm and softer than the petals of a fragile flower. The girl made little cries of lust as the tongue rolled over her slit.
Jane gasped when Rachel thrust her tongue inside the cleft.
Rachel's quivering tongue was surrounded by slippery wet membranes and seething liquid heat. Jane's juices flowed freely, wetly.
Rachel's lips pressed the pussy lips as her tongue lanced deep into the girl, forcing gasps and moans from Jane.
Rachel ran her tongue over the membranes, licking juices, lapping them down. Jane tasted fresh and sweet, her secretions tingling on the probing tongue.
Rachel took her tongue out of the depths inside the slit. She lifted her head and pushed her tongue to the little button that was the clitoris.
This time Jane had to hiss through clenched teeth to keep from crying out loudly when her clitoris was pressed by the licking tongue.
Rachel eased up, her tongue tip dipping below the labia, circling the clitoris, rimming it before homing back in on the target.
Rachel massaged the clitoris with her tongue. As Jane's arousal rose, she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against Rachel's mouth.
Jane's breasts bobbed wildly until she crossed her arms over her chest, pinning the mounds of flesh, plumping them up as she held them.
Rachel's face was wet with Jane's juices. Jane's thighs were warm and taut with flexing muscles where they pressed Rachel's head.
Jane's cries came faster and faster, shrieked whispers. Rachel clutched the girl's hips, lovingly applying her tongue to the teen's button of pleasure.
Jane came.
When she climaxed, Jane pressed her thighs convulsively against Rachel's head, pressing the teacher's hot mouth hard against her pussy.
Rachel felt the orgasmic convulsions which shivered through Jane's orgasming sex. Her face was engulfed by the girl's wet hot pulsing membranes.
Jane shook as though vibrated by an internal motor. She wailed as the giant hand of orgasm grabbed her up and squeezed her.
Tension fled from her body. Jane sobbed weakly. Her eyes were dark glittering slits shining in her red wet face.
Her knees fell open. Rachel lifted her face from Jane's pussy.
While Jane rested and recovered from her orgasm, Rachel pulled up her skirt, hiking the hem of it high up on her waist.
Below the dress, Rachel's lithe slim hips were covered in sheer pantyhose which were stretched tightly across her flesh.
She peeled the pantyhose down from her hips, her white flesh revealed as the dark hose were pulled off her hips, then down her slim polished thighs.
Rachel's rosy pussy lips, darker and fuller than Jane's, were long and soft, and were covered by a light brown bush of sleek shining fur.
Rachel worked the pantyhose down past her knees, and let them hang down. She reached between her legs and touched herself, rubbing her pussy.
Jane shook off the dizzying effects of her climax. Her soft masses of flesh, her heavy breasts and rounded buttocks, jiggled as she went to Rachel.
Rachel's ripely rounded bottom was parked on the flat wooden seat.
Raising her long legs, she rested her feet on top of the desk.
Jane got down on the floor, crawling under the desk, ignoring the dirt which smeared on her knees, her heavy breasts with their stiff nipples bobbing.
Rachel's feet were hobbled by the pantyhose, which she hadn't taken all the way off, thanks to the difficulty of quickly putting them back on.
Jane reached up and parted Rachel's polished thighs, her palms pressing the ivory flesh. She wedged her head up between the thighs.
Rachel's taut thighs were warm and smooth against her face. Jane pressed her face against the teacher's richly furred pussy, which was aromatically rich.
The musky perfume of Rachel's pussy rose up, tingling in Jane's nostrils and heating up the girl's desires, which already blazed at a fever pitch.
Jane pressed her puckered lips against the pussy, which responded to her kisses in just the same way that her own sex had responded to Rachel's loving mouth.
Jane parted her rosebud lips and pressed her tongue over the labia, licking them from top to bottom before dipping deep between the slitted pussy lips.
Rachel had a richer, more subtly complex taste than the younger girl. Jane's fat pink tongue shoved deep and tasted the teacher's nectar.
Rachel's eyes were heavy-lidded and sultry. She put her hands on top of Jane's head and pressed the girl's face harder against her pussy.
Jane's head, wedged between Rachel's thighs, was held there by the rolled pantyhose which circled the teacher's slim ankles.
Jane applied her licking loving tongue to the clitoris, which was a pearl of throbbing flesh at the top of Rachel's dripping slit.
It wasn't too long before Rachel was rocked with ecstasy.
Rachel bit her hand to keep from shrieking when she climaxed. Her pussy seethed with electric heat which was generated by Jane's mouth.
Much later, when Jane and her teacher were once again dressed and ready to return to the everyday, workaday world, Rachel hugged Jane and kissed her.
"I have some really good news," Rachel said. "My roommate is going away for the weekend, so we can be alone together at my place!"
The teacher shared her modest apartment with another young, attractive woman. Jane often wondered if Rachel and her roommate were lovers.
Instead of being happy, Jane's face fell at the news about the weekend.
Rachel was alarmed by the sudden change in her young lover. "Is something wrong, Jane? You don't seem too happy about the weekend!"
"Oh, Miss Blaine, it sounds like heaven! But that makes it worse, since I won't be able to get out this weekend!" Jane cursed her bad luck.
She explained to Rachel that once a week, Jane's family got together and spent the weekend doing family things, doing them together as a family.
It was a kind of ritual with her folks, and there was just no way that Jane would be able to get away from it.
These weekends of family togetherness fell on the last weekend of the month, every month without fail. Jane's presence was required.
It was a shame that the family weekend had fallen on a weekend when Rachel's roommate was going away. Jane would be busy the whole weekend, from Friday night until Sunday night, so she wouldn't evert be able to steal any time with Rachel.
Rachel was disappointed, but not more so than Jane. Jane urged her to see if Rachel could convince her roommate to go away some other weekend.
Rachel kissed and hugged Jane. "Oh well, I can't say that I'm not sorry we can't be together, but Priscilla will go away soon, I'm sure of that! And in the meantime, we'll just have to make love more times this week, to make up for the weekend when we'll be apart."
"I'm glad that you're not mad at me," Jane smiled. "It's just that my folks have what you might call traditional values."
"Mom and Daddy think that the family should spend at least one weekend a month with each other. My older sister even comes home from college for the family weekend."
"I think that it's a perfectly charming idea!" Rachel said. "I wish that my family was as close as yours is, Jane."
"Oh yes, we're all very, very close," Jane said. "I really love my parents and my brother and sister. I just wish that the family weekend wasn't this weekend!"
"Don't you worry about it, Jane." Rachel's fondling hand felt the shape of Jane's heavy breasts, now tucked demurely under her sweater.
"I think it's very admirable that your family is so close, in this day and age," Rachel said. "It's a pity that more families aren't like yours."
Rachel patted Jane's rump. "Anyway, Jane, we'll just have to get together like this tomorrow afternoon, and store up some loving to last until Monday."
At the same time that Jane Preston was straightening her skirt before leaving the classroom where she had made lesbian love with her teacher, Jane's father, big Bob Preston, was lifting the skirt of his lovely secretary, Gail.
Bob was many miles distant from his daughter, whose school was in the suburban community where the family made their home.
Bob was an executive vice-president in charge of programming for one of the big television networks. His private office was quite convenient.
Before locking himself in his office with Gail, Bob phoned his receptionist and told her to hold all calls.
That chore accomplished, he was able to devote his full attention to holding Gail, who was quite an armful of seductive femininity.
Gail was only a year or two out of college. She had been a communications major. The lovely young miss was an expert at nonverbal communication.'
Gail stood in front of Bob's desk, looking over her smooth shoulder at him with a deliciously inviting come-hither look.
She was a tall, leggy brunette, with firm breasts, a rounded bottom, and long legs. She wore a tan long-sleeved blouse and a gray skirt.
She stood, or rather leaned, with her back to Bob. She was bent forward from the waist, with her palms pressing down on his desk.
Gail's long masses of thick black hair were one of her most attractive features. The shimmering hair spilled down to the middle of her back.
Her skirt was pulled tight and taut across her rounded buttocks. The skirt was so tight that the outline of her panties was visible.
Bob was a big, broad-shouldered man in his early forties, a hard-charging go-getter, a dynamic executive. He was craggily handsome, with rugged features.
He wore a three-piece suit, white shirt, tie. Standing behind Gail, he reached for her, moving up behind her, reaching for her trim waist.
He embraced her from behind, his member stirring with sexual stimulation. His cock felt heavy, his balls tingled and tightened in the sac.
Bob embraced her, pressing his groin against her rear. Her warm bottom was softly yielding, provoking hardness in his member.
He brushed the hair off the back of her neck, kissed it. He reached around her and fastened his hands on her breasts, which were firm and full.
Fondling her breasts, he rubbed his groin against her rear, massaging hardness into his cock, until it rose inside his pants in a stiff erection.
Gail murmured appreciatively as she felt his hardness. Bob caressed her thighs, running his hands up and down her legs.
She was bare-legged. Bob pulled up the hem of her skirt, bringing it up to her waist, exposing the white panties she wore.
The panties were bikini style, and were stretched tight across the rounded moons of her buttocks. Her flesh was of surpassing whiteness, so that it shone.
Bob reached for the panties, his fingers brushing smooth skin. He pulled the panties down off her hips, baring her bottom.
The panties fluttered down her long legs, which were taut and muscular. They fell around her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor.
Gail spread her legs, opening herself to him.
She planted her feet shoulder width apart. Nestled below the rounded globes of her ass cheeks were the delicate dusky pink lips of her pussy.
Gail moaned when he reached between her legs and stroked her sex. Her labia rippled, heating up under his smooth sensitive handling.
Holding to the desk for stability, Gail rocked her hips forward and backward, moving in rhythm to the caresses he slipped between her legs.
Bob pressed his finger against her slit. She was wet inside. She gasped as he pushed his finger inside her, where heat seethed around it.
He pushed the finger in and out, fucking her with it. He took his finger out at last and took down his pants and shorts.
His pants slid down his legs, the change and keys in his pockets thumping when they hit the floor. His shorts followed his trousers to his feet.
His muscular legs were hairy. His cock stood out straight, rising like a pole of flesh from the dark thick tangled pubic bush.
His balls were swollen, tight in the sac. He leaned into her, his cock throbbing when it rubbed her soft bottom flesh.
The stiff red cock was sandwiched between his hips and her ass. He pressed into her so that the cock nestled inside her bottom cleft.
Her ass crack was deep and full. She had buttocks like grapefruits, which were prominent and lushly developed.
He rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against her warm satiny flesh. Each gliding pass of his cock heated it to a greater degree.
He took hold of his member, guiding it between her legs.
He massaged his cock head against her pussy lips. Her labia glowed a dark and dusky shade of rosy arousal from the gliding massage of flesh on flesh.
He pressed the tip of the cock against her slit, easing it between the pussy lips. The wedge of the cock head split and spread the labia.
Gail moaned, leaning far forward over the desk, so that the tips of her breasts hovered only a few inches over the desk top.
Her nipples were stiff, and jutted against her blouse.
She whimpered with lust when he forced his cock head inside her. Heat engulfed the head of the member, wet heat which seethed and boiled.
Moaning, he went deeper, entering her with a quick surging stroke. His cock stretched her membranes as he pushed it in to the hilt.
When he penetrated her, his cock was holstered inside her warm wetness. Gail was gasping and moaning. He took hold of her hips and started thrusting.
He stood behind her, with his pants and shorts hanging down around his feet, so that he was naked up to the waist.
From the waist up, he still wore his suit, vest, shirt, and tie, and looked like any other conventional businessman.
He held her hips and fucked her hard and fast, a steamy office fuck. Gail tossed her head from side to side, flailing her masses of black hair across the desk.
She was good and hot and tight. She was single, and lived alone in a small apartment in the city. She had never had a married man for a lover before.
She was making up for lost time. Her breasts bobbed in their bra cups, straining against the front of her blouse, as she rocked and gyrated her hips.
Each thrusting pass of the hard cock inside her heated her membranes to an ever-greater degree. Juices poured from her pussy walls.
Bob worked her well, pushing his cock up inside her, so that her pussy lips pressed the base of his shaft.
While he fucked her, his hips pushed against her buttocks, rippling them. He squeezed and kneaded her thighs and flanks as he fucked her.
Her skirt was pushed up past her waist, so that it fell on her back. Gail's face shone with sweat, and was flushed with redness.
She moaned from deep in the pit of her belly. The speed of the thrusts, their force and vigor, increased as the lovers' passion climbed.
Bob pulled back until only his knobbed cock head remained between her pussy lips. He would hold her hips, keeping her on the head of his cock.
Teasing and tantalizing her, he waited until she whimpered for him to put it back in all the way. Then he entered her quickly and fully.
His cock glowed a dull heated red, then a bright burning red. His orgasm was due.
He reached around the young woman's smooth hips, his fingers brushing her silky bush. He played his fingers over her pussy lips.
He probed gently at the top of her slit for her clitoris, finding the tiny node of throbbing flesh. He flicked his fingertips over it.
The combination of clitoral massage and his steady, hard-driving thrusts, soon brought Gail to the peak arousal phase.
When he felt her coming, he went all out and drove his cock into her with fiery enthusiasm, forcing thin high-pitched wails of delight from her.
His cock burned as hot as iron taken from a furnace. He quenched it by pushing it inside Gail's wet sex, entering her as deeply as he could go.
He put it in her and kept it in her. His cock twitched, pounding heavily against her stretched membranes, before it came.
Semen was torn from him like lava spewing from a volcano.
The come bubbled up from his swollen balls, rose up the fiery column of his cock, and spurted into her in thick streaming gushes.
Waves of hot ecstasy surged over him, crashing down on Bob. He shook from the furious force of his orgasm, as his cock pumped out semen in great quantities.
He shuddered then sighed as the last drops of come were milked from his cock. He felt Gail's pussy contract down on his cock, squeezing it with her membranes.
He stood there with his eyes closed, his hands on her hips, and his cock deep inside her. Gail collapsed and stretched out across the desk top.
After a moment, Bob had recovered. Sighing with satisfaction, he patted Gail's smooth flanks and eased his cock out of her.
She savored the sensation of his cock sliding across her membranes, which were soaked and saturated with his come.
His cock head came out of her pussy lips, which spread to release the intruder. Semen, wet and shining, smeared on her pussy lips.
Bob, loose and relaxed, his cock thick and red, sticky with semen, semi-erect, shuffled to his swivel chair and sat down behind his desk.
He parked his bare bottom on the seat, his cock leaping and jerking. He called Gail to him. She roused herself from her daze of delight.
Gail came to him. She could feel his come leaking inside her, oozing in her pussy. She giggled as she pressed her thighs together, squeezing them against her pussy.
Bob had her sit on his lap. Her warm bottom pressed his groin deliciously. He toyed with her bosom, stroking her breasts through her blouse.
Gail asked him if he would be coming in to the city on Saturday to do some "extra work".
This was what he told his wife was the reason why he often came into the city on the weekend. It was just an excuse for him to see Gail on Saturdays, where they could spend hours writhing in lascivious extramarital amour.
But not this Saturday, as Bob had to reluctantly tell a disappointed Gail.
"You see, once a month, I spend the weekend with the wife and kids," Bob said, stroking Gail, who pouted with disappointment.
"It's kind of a family ritual, you might say. We do it once a month, and there's no way that I can get out of it."
His kisses and caresses went a long way toward soothing her, and stimulating her. After he had caressed her for a while, his cock throbbed.
She sat on his lap, her skirt still pulled up to her waist. Her black thick bush was damp with sweat, while her pussy lips were sticky with semen.
Her buttocks pressed his cock. She squirmed on his lap, rolling her ass cheeks over his member, massaging it into hardness.
He moved Gail around on his lap. He first eased her off, so he could put her in an even more satisfying position.
When she slid off his lap to stand on the floor facing him, she saw his cock standing stiff and straight and tall, rising from his hips at a tilted angle.
She stood facing him, holding her skirt up, showing her pussy to him. Dark circles of sweat showed under the arms of her blouse.
He put his hands on her warm hips and pulled her to him. She climbed on his lap, facing him, straddling him.
The backs of her thighs pressed the tops of his thighs. She gripped his cock, the red sticky member hot against her hand.
Gail pressed the cock head against her pussy lips. The come inside her lubricated her as she stuffed the swollen cock head in her sex.
She shivered happily as the cock head filled her, stretching her membranes. She lowered herself down on the rod, taking it inside her.
The thick red shaft was swallowed up in her hot tight passage. When she let herself rest on his thighs, the stiff erection was shoved deep.
She held his broad shoulders, while he gripped her hips. By rocking her back and forth, he produced the exquisite sexual friction of thrusting.
When he rocked her away from him, the red shaft emerged from inside her pussy lips, and when he pulled her to him, the cock was buried inside her.
-He rocked her faster and faster, her breasts bobbing inside her blouse. Since he had already come once, he was able to go for a long time.
One hundred miles away, in another state, Bob Preston's older daughter and Jane's sister, Linda Preston, was giving her boyfriend a special treat.
Linda Preston was cute as a cupcake, a full-bodied, sensationally built sophomore at the college she was attending.
Linda appreciated the value of coed dorms, especially at intimate times like now.
The rooms in the dorm were simple. They were little more than square boxes, outfitted with a double bunk bed, some dressers, and a desk.
Linda's room had no bathroom. All the girls on this floor used the bathroom down at the end of the hall. Boys lived on the next floor of the building.
Linda's roomie, Madleen, had thoughtfully gone down to the library, giving Linda a chance to be alone with her boyfriend, Jeff.
Jeff was in his junior year at the school. He was handsome with an athletic build, lean and lithe, with deep dark romantic eyes that Linda loved.
With his fine body, Jeff looked sensational in tight jeans. But he looked even more sensational without them, and that was what Linda was waiting for as she waited for him in the bottom bunk of the bed.
Linda was naked under the blankets and sheets which were pulled up to her chin. The campus was located in the north, where it was frigid.
It was toasty warm in the dorms, and under the blankets, but Linda had only recently come in from outside, where the near-zero temperature alid chilled her.
Jeff would warm her up.
Linda was a fuller, more voluptuously rounded edition of her younger sister, Jane. Linda had a heart-shaped face, with prominent cheekbones.
She had light brown hair, which was cut in bangs across her forehead, reaching down to her shoulders on the sides.
She had a sassy, upturned nose and full, ripe, poutingly sensual lips. Even without lipstick, those lips were as red as strawberries.
A scattering of freckles, and a trace of baby fat, gave her face a youthful look.
Linda had the face of a teenage girl, but the full-bodied figure of a voluptuous young woman. She had a lush, hourglass figure.
She was gifted abundantly with lush, oversized breasts, a wickedly curved torso tapering to a narrow, almost a wasp waist, then flaring out into wide womanly hips.
Not even the thick sheets and blankets covering her could hide the fullness of her physique. Her breasts were lush hillocks rising under the covers.
Jeff stood by the side of the bed, pulling off his sweater. He had well defined muscles, broad shoulders, a lean torso and hips.
A dark patch of hair shadowed his chest. His facial features were well formed, while his head was topped with a profusion of golden-brown curls.
His frayed, faded jeans were practically skin-tight, hugging his crotch and his rump. He popped open the top of his jeans, pulled down the zipper.
His cock and balls bulged heavily in the white cotton undershorts he wore. He let the jeans fall to his feet, then stepped out of them.
Linda, her ripe red lips curved into a dreamy smile of anticipated pleasure, reached out for him, the blanket slipping down to her waist.
Her breasts were pink melons of flesh, crowned with fat pink nipples and wide rosettes, rosettes which surrounded the jutting nipples with circles of shocking pink flesh which were wider than silver dollars.
She rubbed his crotch. His penis quivered and jerked. She slipped her fingertips in the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down.
When the shorts were pulled down to the tops of his muscular thighs, his cock and balls were on display, and Linda openly craved them.
His cock was limp and thick. Linda took hold of it, nestling it lightly in her fingers. The cock leaped and jerked when she took hold of it.
She rolled on her side, facing him. She teasingly ran her fingers up and down the divide in the center of the sac of his balls.
The balls tightened, becoming swollen. His cock, jerking and throbbing, stiffened and grew to a rigid erection, doubling its length and thickness in her hand.
Jeff moaned as she pulled and kneaded his penis. Linda let go. His cock now stood stiffly and horizontally, jutting thickly from his lean hips.
Linda moved to the far side of the narrow bunk, so that her side pressed the wall. Jeff lifted the covers and climbed into bed.
He stretched out on top of her, pulling the blankets and sheets up to cover them both. Linda's flesh was smooth and warm beneath his.
His body was taut, lean, hard, muscled. Hers was soft, yielding, abundantly fleshy, and blazing with body heat which soaked into his own skin.
His stiff cock was sandwiched between his .hips and hers. Linda wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as his mouth pressed hers for a kiss.
The young lovers kissed with open mouths, lips locked, tongues thrusting, probing, tasting the spicy warmth of each other's mouths.
Linda parted her legs, opening her thighs for him.
After they had kissed for a few moments, Jeff rolled on his side, pressing against her. Her heavy breasts, butter-soft except for their stiff nipples, jiggled like jelly.
He felt and fondled her breasts, rubbing them. The nipples throbbed heavily when his caressing hands passed over them.
Linda reached for his cock, closing her hand over it.
Jeffs rod jutted out like a piece of pipe or a length of cable. It throbbed as Linda's soft hands kneaded and stroked it.
Jeff nuzzled her breasts, the bosom rippling as his face rolled over the breasts. His lips planted kisses all over the nipples.
He wrapped his lips around a nipple, sucking the stiff pink point between them, then running his tongue over it like a little wet whip.
Linda's nipples were the size of the first joint of her little finger. Jeff greedily nibbled at the nipple, while he manipulated her opposite breast with his hand.
He traced out the curve of her body, running his moist palm down her torso, down the swelling curve of her womanly hips.
He put his hand between her legs, the back of his hand caressing her smooth warm thighs. His fingers contacted the furry delta of her pubic bush.
Linda was full and fleecy, with curly masses of the softest brown fur partially veiling the soft, delicate, delicious pussy lips.
Jeff fondled her pussy. Linda's buttocks tightened at his touch. As his fingers stroked her sex, her membranes moistened and lubricated.
While Jeff kissed and licked and sucked her nipples, and fondled her pussy until it was dripping wet, Linda did her part by kneading and pulling his stiff cock.
Heat rose in his member under her steady gliding touch. Veins stood out on the thick shaft of the cock like ivy circling a tree trunk.
Linda rocked her hips in response to the handling of her pussy. She was wet and ready, and she urged him to mount her.
Jeff got back on top of her. Linda spread her legs so that her feet touched the opposite edges of the narrow bottom bunk bed.
Jeff raised himself up on his forearms and knees, his stiff cock hovering over her pussy. He, gripped his cock, the red rod throbbing in his hand.
He guided the penis to her sex, pressed the tip of the head against her pussy lips, and pried open the labia with the wedge of his cock.
The pussy lips, which were full and warm, were split and spread, exposing the pulsing pink membranes of her pussy, which oozed with rich secretions.
His cock head entered her, stretching her. Jeff let go of his cock when the head was safely and securely lodged inside her, and fed her the rest of the shaft. , The red rod slipped slowly into her. Moans were ripped from Jeff, by the sensation of his urgently heated cock being engulfed by Linda's sex.
He entered her deeply, her hips rising to meet him as she lifted her plump bottom off the bed and wrapped her arms around his broad muscular shoulders.
Jeff started thrusting, and Linda eagerly responded. They were young and strong vigorous, full of the juices and the fires of life.
Jeff drove into Linda, his cock entering her with deep surging strokes, his hard cock sliding over her silken membranes.
Linda held on tight as she humped up into him, rocking to meet and match his deeply filling strokes. His hard chest pressed her full breasts.
The bedframe and springs creaked from their energetic lovemaking. Linda's red face was scrunched up and moaning with ecstasy.
Jeff kissed her on the mouth, muffling her moans of pleasure and his own. Her breath was warm and sweet in his mouth and lungs.
Under the sheltering sheets and blankets, their bodies were soon sleek and slippery with sweat.
Jeff's cock pumped in and out of her pussy with thrilling strokes. His belly slapped hers, their hips ground together, their legs were tangled and twined.
Jeff thrust harder and faster until his cock was a blur of red motion driving into her sex, heating her to the boiling point.
He pushed his cock home, keeping it deep inside her. Her pussy clutched him tightly, enfolding his cock in its silky embrace.
The width and thickness of his cock stretched her membranes, so that the throbbing of his cock shivered through her like drumbeats.
He came, semen spurting thickly, gushing from the swollen cock head which was lodged deep in her pussy, pressing the mouth of her womb.
Linda ground her hips into his, bringing off her own climax.
Shivering orgasm was followed by sweet ecstasy. The release of sexual tension in the blissful meltdown of a mutual orgasm made the lovers' spirits and flesh soar.
They rested, sweating, moaning, gasping for breath, Jeff's stiff cock planted deep in Linda, her pussy convulsively clamping down on his cock.
While they rested, Jeff put his mouth close to her ear, and urged her not to go home for the weekend, as she had planned to do.
"You don't understand, Jeff," Linda said, somewhat breathlessly. "This is a trip that I have to make my family expects me!"
"There must be some way that you can get out of it, Linda!"
"But I don't want to get out of it!" the pretty girl protested. "I love my family! I love you, but that doesn't make me stop loving them
CHAPTER TWO
On Thursday morning, Ellen Preston kept her son Mark home from school.
After Bob Preston, on his way to work, had taken Jane with him, so he could drop her off at school, Ellen was alone at last with her young son.
It was a moment which she had anticipated for some time. Ellen was in her late thirties, a mature adult female. She was strikingly attractive and arousingly full-bodied, with a lovely face and an alluring physique.
Ellen's good looks were the fresh, natural, wholesome kind, not dependent on glamour. She was a pretty and voluptuously developed suburban housewife and mother.
She had her own ideas on the proper way to raise her children, especially where their sexual development was concerned.
It was roughly nine o'clock, nice and early. Ellen felt lazy and relaxed as she finished putting the cleaned breakfast dishes away in the cupboard.
She wore a pink housecoat, made of soft fuzzy fabric which clung to her womanly curves. The robe was belted at her waist with a sash.
Ellen was a big woman, and stood a few inches over five and a half feet tall. She had a massive bosom, flat belly, and wide hips.
She was in splendid condition, not just for her age, but for any age. Her body was well toned and developed, taut and firm, without sagging.
Her light brown hair was styled in short and attractive coiffure. She had a wide heart-shaped face, deep-set eyes, a bold wide mouth.
She reached behind her back, her breasts pressing against the soft cups of her gown, and the quilted covering of her robe.
At the small of her back was a knotted apron string. She opened and untied it, took off the apron and hung it up, and went upstairs.
Yellow light slanted through the east windows on the second floor of the spacious suburban home. Ellen went down the hall to her son's room.
She sas surprised to discover that her hands trembled. She smiled to herself. Now that the big moment had arrived, excitement shook her.
She paused outside his closed door. Each of her children had their own rooms. Linda's room, unoccupied while she was away at school, would be used by her when she returned this weekend for her monthly visit.
Ellen took a deep breath, her heart beating with strength. She let out the breath slowly, calming herself, composing herself.
She was amused by her own reaction. With all the lovers she had taken, she should be calm and cool as a cucumber. But her excitement rose up in her, firing her passions.
She opened the door and went into the boy's room. Mark sat up in bed, his back against the headboard. The curtains covered the window, while the lamp on his night table pushed away some of the shadows and dimness.
Mark was in his early teens, a handsome lad, fresh-faced and clean-limbed. He was the youngest of her children, the only boy.
He had pale brown hair with yellow highlights, which fell across his forehead, the tips falling across his alive, alert green eyes.
His features were smooth and clean, with a scattering of freckles across his face. He was beardless, but he was sexually mature.
He had been mature enough for her purposes for a few years physically mature, that is, since he reached puberty at twelve.
He was like a delicious peach, and Ellen had longed to take a bite out of him. But she had restrained her desires for more than two years.
She waited until he had the necessary emotional maturity. He could be trusted with secrets which it would be dangerous to reveal to outsiders.
Now that he was ready, Ellen would initiate him in her own special way.
Mark squirmed restlessly, his face coloring with a blush. Ellen was inwardly amused by his innocent reaction, but she did not smile, for fear that he would misunderstand the smile, and mistakenly think that she laughed at him.
Adolescents were so touchy! Parents had to handle them with care. But handling with care was something which Ellen was skilled at. "Hi, honey," she said, padding to his bedside.
Mark wore striped pajamas. The tops were open at the throat, showing his smooth fair skin, the hollow of his throat, his flat thin chest.
He was skinny, with prominent bones, lean limbs. The blankets covered him from the waist down. She reached out to touch his head.
She had kept him home from school today, so that she might have him all to herself. Schooling was certainly important, but Mark was a fine student who wouldn't suffer from missing one day. Besides, what he would learn here today from her would be more important than anything he might pick up in school.
She and Mark shared a scheme, a little conspiracy. Yesterday, she had instructed him to complain that he was feeling ill this morning.
Mark pretended that he had a touch of the flu, and Ellen said that she would keep him home just to be on the safe side.
Mark had to be in good health for the family weekend coming up.
Mark was shy. He fidgeted anxiously, too nervous to look up at his own mother. Ellen smiled down fondly at him as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Any room for your mom to sit down, Mark?"
"Huh? Oh, sure, Mom, sit down!" Mark slid across to the other side of the bed, keeping himself covered with the blankets.
Ellen parked her wide warm rear on the mattress. Mark stared at her breasts.
"I'm so glad that you're staying home and spending the day with your mother, dear." Ellen rubbed his thin shoulder through his pajama top.
She took his head in her hands, his soft downy cheeks warm against her pressing palms. "I promised you that I'd give you a special treat, remember?"
"Y-yes, Mom!" Now he was so nervous that he could look at her.
"I always keep my promises, Mark." She squeezed his shoulder. "You're so sweet, honey! I love you so much!"
"I love you, Mom!"
She puckered her lips and kissed his forehead. She couldn't resist the temptation to press her rich ruby lips against his mouth.
She kissed him hard on the mouth. His eyes widened. He gasped. Ellen put fire in her kiss, but she kept her mouth closed and didn't use her tongue.
Not yet, anyway.
She stood up. "I'll be right back, Mark. When I come in, I want you to have your pajamas off. You will do that for me, won't you, dear?"
"Yes, Mom." His voice cracked.
Ellen patted the top of her son's head and ruffled his hair. She crossed the room, paused at the door, turned, blew him a kiss.
When she returned to his room a few moments later, she wore sexy black lingerie, a full and flowing nightgown of black satin and lace.
Her heavy breasts were supported by black satin cups which were skin-tight against her swelling bosom, the nipples jutting against the cups.
The weight of her fleshy breasts pulled down on the straps which supported the cups, causing the straps of black lace to cut into her smooth white shoulders.
The gown was sleeveless, so her strong arms were bare. It was tight in the bosom, and low and plunging in the back, displaying most of her broad white back.
The fabric was free and gauzy, see-through. The lushly curved shape of her body was white, veiled by the flowing masses of see-through fabric.
The hem of the gown reached her ankles. She wore no panties below the gown, and the dajk bush of her pubic patch was visible.
The gown rustled and swished as she hurried to her son's bedside.
Mark sat up in bed like he was in shock. His eyes were wide and staring and his mouth hung open in gaping astonishment.
He had done as she told him. His pajamas, top and bottom, were hung on the knobbed bedpost. Ellen turned out the light, so the room was intimately dim.
She got into bed beside him. She took hold of the blankets and sheets before he could think of holding them.
When she pulled the blankets and sheets, she uncovered him. His limbs were all pink and smooth, naked. She saw his penis and his balls.
"Mom!" he gasped.
"Move over, darling, and make room for your mother, or I'll think you don't want me here!" She slid into bed beside him.
In his first reaction of automatic shock, Mark covered his genitals with his hands. He looked like he might faint.
She pressed against him, smiling down at the hands that covered his cock and balls. "Who are you hiding from, silly?"
She took hold of his hands and firmly placed them at his sides, uncovering his cock and balls. He had a dark brown pubic patch. His penis was thick, limp, long ... a most handsomely endowed tool, Ellen thought approvingly.
"You have nothing to hide from me, young man," she said. "I know what you look like. I'm your mother, and I know all about you!"
She put her hand on his chest. His tiny pink nipples stiffened as her fingers playfully rubbed and tweaked them.
Goose bumps rose on his smooth skin as she rubbed his chest and belly.
"You're a big boy now, Mark. A young man, I should say. It's time that you found out about love, and how to be with a woman."
She had selected herself as her son's teacher.
"Don't you find me attractive, Mark?" she teased.
"Of course I do! I think that you're beautiful, Mom!"
"Thank you, dear. Now, just relax. I know that this is your first time. There's nothing to be scared of. Just relax and enjoy it."
"Trust me," she whispered into his ear. "Mother knows best."
Her breath was warm, tickling him. He squirmed. Ellen nibbled his soft pink ear lobe between her strong white teeth.
That really made him squirm. He whimpered with wanting.
Ellen kissed him on the mouth. His teeth were closed. She pressed them with her tongue until he opened his jaws, then she stuck her tongue in his mouth.
He tasted fresh, clean, unspoiled. His saliva was sweet. His tongue writhed when her tongue rolled over it, rubbing it arousingly.
Ellen rested her hand on his bare thigh. Mark trembled. She thought that was rather sweet. He was her little cherry boy.
He gasped when her fondling hand moved from his smooth inner thighs to his genitals. Ellen fingered his cock and balls.
She toyed with his penis, squeezing it in her long cool fingers, stroking it like it was a fragile little warm-blooded creature.
She parted his thighs and cupped his balls. They tightened in the sac as they rested on her palm. His cock quivered, jerked.
Ellen stopped kissing him. He was moaning. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his face down to her breasts.
He moaned happily. He returned to the nourishing breasts of his mother for the first time since he had been weaned from them as an infant.
The breast cups plumped up her breasts, giving her deep cleavage. The swelling tops rose out of the cups, while her nipples were almost revealed.
Mark's hot smooth face was engulfed in the warm softness of her bosom. He gasped, almost weeping as he rubbed his heated face against Mom's flesh.
Ellen, smiling with satisfaction and ever-mounting lust, stroked his shoulders and back.
Her nipples tingled, puckered, stiffened, became throbbingly erect.
Her nipples were as fat as thimbles. Her massive breasts were ultra-sensitive. They shivered from the steady throbbing of the nipples.
Ellen slipped the straps down off her shoulders, then tugged the cups off her breasts, baring them. They tumbled, jigglingly freely in the boy's gasping face.
Ellen's nipples and the rosettes surrounding them were a dark brown color, which made them stand out even more dramatically against her masses of smooth white skin.
She pulled Mark's hot moaning face between the fleshy mounds, which pressed his cheeks on either side. Her flesh was naturally perfumed.
Her hand fondled his penis, feeling the stiffness of his erection. Smiling to herself, she closed her fist around his cock and squeezed.
"Kiss my titties, honey," she whisperingly urged.
Mark planted dozens of quick kisses on the mounds of flesh. The boy's initial reluctance was washed away as his natural lustful instincts took over.
Ellen cupped her breast, soft bosom flesh oozing through her gripping fingers as she raised the stiff nipple to his mouth.
After he kissed the nipple, she told him to take it in his mouth and suck it. His lips surrounded the nipple, followed by his hot wet mouth.
Sharp stimulating sensations shot through her as he mouthed her nipple, nibbling it, licking it, sucking it wetly and noisily.
Saliva wet his mouth and chin as he sucked Mom's big, hard-nippled breast.
His penis was hot and hard in her stroking hand. She fingered his balls, driving him wild. She eased his mouth away from her breasts at last.
The lovemaking initiation of her young son was interrupted only for the few sexonds that it took for her to shuck off her gauzy gown.
The gown was nice, sexy, but nudity was even nicer, and much sexier.
Mark stared at her. He had never seen a sexually mature adult female in the flesh. His thirsty eyes drank in the vision of her lush, full-figured loveliness.
She was naked on the bed, his bed, kneeling, her hands on his shoulders, her heavy breasts bobbing under his heated face.
Between her kneeling legs was the dark black patch of her bush, and the thick, fleshy lips of her pussy ...
She eased him down on his back, so that he was stretched out on the bed.
"You trust me," she cooed. "Mom knows what's best for her little lover boy. Trust Mom to make her baby feel like heaven!"
She crawled on the bed, her heavy breasts dangling, her wide plump buttocks rippling, as she moved down to his feet.
Taking hold of his thin ankles, she pulled his legs apart, then crawled up on the space between them. She reached for his cock.
"Mom's going to give you a great big kiss!"
She held his cock upright, holding her hand around it so that the top of the shaft and its swollen head jutted from the top of her fist.
She lowered her head, pressed her red puckered lips against the cock head.
She kissed it wetly, making smooching sounds. The cock head throbbed, seeming to swell even wider against her kissing lips.
Her pink pointed tongue darted out from between those ruby lips.
She licked the head of Mark's cock, dabbing her tongue tip over the tiny slit in the center of the head.
She took the cock head between her lips. Mark moaned weakly, then writhed as she rubbed the cock head against the slippery roof of her mouth.
She pressed her puckered lips against his shaft, holding it just below the arching rim of the cock head, as she slurped and sucked it.
She took the cock deeper into her mouth, into her throat. She bobbed her head, moving her mouth up and down on his cock head.
Mark groaned and shook like he was in a fevered delirium of lust. Ellen's saliva coated his cock. The red rod was massaged by the smooth insides of his lust.
Experienced in the ways of boys and men, Ellen knew that it would not take her son very long to come. That was why she had sucked him off first.
His hips bumped and ground, shaking and gyrating, instinctively pumping his cock in and out of his mother's mouth.
His cupcake buttocks were clenched, and his back was arched, lifting his hips off the mattress when he drove his cock deep into Mom's mouth.
When he was about to come, she took him all the way, stuffing his sock head in the back of her throat, her lips pressing the base of his shaft.
His cock swelled on her tongue like a hose when the pressure is turned on.
He came explosively, his uncontrolled cries of ecstasy torn from him with the same violence with which semen was torn from his coming cock.
Ellen milked him dry, her mouth molded around his member, her tongue cradling the throbbing shaft.
She swallowed his come eagerly, tasting her boy for the first time. The come slid slowly down her gullet, thick and dripping.
Mark whimpered as the last convulsions of his orgasm tore through him. He flopped back on the sweat-damp sheets, tension pouring out of him.
Ellen kept his cock in her mouth for a long time after it had stopped coming. The flow of semen died down to a thin ooze.
She took his cock out of her mouth at last, sliding her lips up the shaft to suck up any excess semen or saliva.
She squeezed his cock, which was red, rubbery, flexible, and sticky with semen. A fat drop of come oozed from his cock head and clung there like a liquid pearl.
Ellen whipped her tongue across it, lapping it up and swallowing it down.
Mark was dazed and weak as a kitten. Ellen hovered over her boy, cooing to him, stroking him soothingly.
It had not taken him long to come. But, like other teen boys, while he came quickly, he could get hard again soon after his orgasm.
Ellen crawled over him on her hands and knees. Her heavy breasts dangled over his face, the nipples throbbing when they grazed his flesh.
She fed him her nipple and he sucked it. She stroked him and teased him until his penis was once more thickly erect.
She straddled his lean hips. She had bigger bones than he did, and weighed more. It gave her a feeling of power and mastery to be physically bigger than her boy.
She was wet inside her pussy. Straddling him, she rubbed his cock head up and down her pussy lips, massaging sexual heat into the labia.
His cock was red, hard, arousing. She ached to have it fill her.
She pressed the tip of the cock against her slit, prying open the fleshy pussy lips, peeling them back to expose precious pink membranes.
She stuffed the cock head inside her. He was young, yes, but most well endowed, and the thickness of his hard young cock pleased her immensely.
She lowered herself down on the rod, taking it deep, sighing as it filled her.
Mark sighed and shook as his cock, so stiff that it shook with soreness, was engulfed by the wet heat and slippery silk of his mother's pussy.
When he was in her, she rode him. She rocked back and forth, a horsewoman in the saddle, surging so his cock slid stimulatingly inside her.
Mark's thin long legs thrashed. In his excitement he drummed his heels against the mattress, kicking wildly, crying with delight.
Since they were alone in the house, Ellen didn't care how loud his cries were. In fact, the louder he got, the more pleased she was.
He was able to thrust much longer this time than the first time. He moved under her, working his cock inside her, thrusting.
She sat upright on his cock, then leaned forward, so that her dangling breasts lightly slapped his gasping face as she shook her hips with wild abandon.
His cock pumped in and out of her pussy. Her pussy lips were wet with secretions which had oozed from inside her slit.
She rode faster and faster until she came. She was shaking on top of him when he came, his thin legs thrashing.
Later, they rested for a long time in bed.
The morning faded into noon, and the day dreamily drifted by in a haze of sex.
Early in the afternoon, mother and son shared a shower.
They were close in the shower stall, enclosed by three tiled walls and a glass sliding shower door. Spray and steam jetted in the stall.
Ellen's white body was pink and tingling under the needle-fine shower spray. Her smooth flesh was sleek and glossy with water streaming over it.
The stimulation of the spray made her nipples stand out stiffly. Mark was equally sleek from the shower, and sparks flew whenever the mother and son brushed against each other.
Ellen stood out of the direct spray of the shower and had her son soap her up.
Mark's eager hands trembled as he lather up the soap bar into masses of rich frothy foam. He smeared both handfuls of soap on her breasts.
The soap oiled her flesh, and the masses of her breasts slid and slipped through his hands. He rubbed the white bubbling lather on her bosom.
Her hard brown nipples jutted out from masses of white foam.
She took the soap from him, worked up a lather in her palms, and took hold of Ins cock, which jumped from limp thickness to a stiff erection.
Mark, dazed with lust, leaned against the tiled wall for support. His red rod jutted thickly from his hips, while Ellen's soapy hands glided up and down the shaft.
Ellen took hold of his cock and guided him under the spray, where the streaming water rinsed him. When the soap was gone, his erection remained.
Ellen had a cure for that.
She stood with her back in a corner of the shower stall. Her legs were spread, and her feet were braced against the opposite wall, for balance.
She gripped his lean hips and pulled him to her, his erection sticking out like the lance of a charging knight.
He stood between her spread legs, his cock brushing her wet smooth thighs. She gripped his cock and guided the red swollen head to her slit.
She took it inside her, then hugged him, pulling him to her, her breasts flattening against his chest, excess bosom flesh oozing to the sides.
He leaned into her, his cock sliding up inside her. Ellen's broad wet back slapped the tiled wall as she rocked to meet the thrusts.
His cupcake buttocks were taut and tense. His belly slapped hers, his hips pounded her lushly padded womanly hips as he worked out.
She embraced him, reaching down to cup his buttocks in both hands, her fingers sinking into the flesh, urging him to more forceful thrusts.
He worked like a machine, pumping his cock in her. Steam and spray rose up around them, making the shower stall cloudy, swampy, humid.
His thrusting cock made sucking sounds as it shoved in and out of her sex. He rocked faster and faster, going "Unh! Unh! Unh!" as his cock thrust.
He shoved deep, then came inside her.
She held him in her fleshy embrace, her pussy engulfing the coming cock, the wetness of her flesh matched by the wetness spurting into her sex.
Mark's lean hips worked convulsively. He rose up to drive his cock deeper, wringing the last drops of swollen ecstasy from his swollen cock and balls.
All in all, Ellen was well pleased. Her son was her lover, and when she had finished initiating and instructing him, he would know all there was to know about pleasing a woman!
She would see that he had lots of chances to practice his lessons, too.
CHAPTER THREE
On Friday night, Bob Preston picked up his daughter Linda at the train station.
Driving home, he pulled into a dark and secluded suburban street, parking at the end of it, where there were no houses, only woods and fields.
Bob turned off the lights, but he left the motor running. It was frosty outside, but the car heater kept the interior as warm as toast.
Linda sat on the passenger side of the front seat. Her thick quilted coat was unzipped and open, with her lush breasts thrusting against the front of her tight sweater.
She wore a skirt which reached down to her ankles, and flat-heeled brown leather boots. Her round face was smiling and rosy cheeked.
Bob reached for his daughter as soon as he turned off the car lights. Here in the privacy of this quiet corner, he could welcome her home properly.
He told her how much he missed her, and wrapped his arms around her in a loving embrace which more properly would have belonged to a boyfriend rather than a father.
Linda responded eagerly. She might have left home to go away to college, but she was still her daddy's loving little girl.
Bob kissed Linda right smack on her strawberry-red lips. She parted those lips, opening her mouth for his tongue, which slipped inside.
The middle aged father passionately kissed his teen daughter. Heat poured from the outlets, but it didn't warm either of them half as much as each other's bodies did.
Bob's tongue penetrated her mouth, gliding silkily against her tongue. Linda's daddy was a real good kisser, and she could happily have necked with him for hours, and had.
While he kissed her, he put his hand on her breast. The bosom, wrapped in the soft fluffy fabric of her sweater, yielded under his touch.
He fondled her through the sweater, his kissing mouth still locked to hers. Her breath was warm and sweet. Her long hair brushed his hot face.
He put his hand on her leg, feeling the warmth of her thigh even through the thick skirt she had worn during the long trip down from college.
It was a cold moonless night, with pale stars in a black sky. The car rocked on its chassis when chill winds blew.
But the cold couldn't get inside the car, which was lushly heated, in a warm climate which promoted romance, and physical love.
Bob's cock and balls felt tingling, heavy. His cock jerked in his shorts, expanding spasmodically, growing as it twitched and quivered.
Its growth was boosted to a raging erection when Linda's shyly groping hands glided over his thighs and rested on the car seat between his spread legs.
Her pink fingers danced on his crotch. His member surged into total stiffness, bulging the crotch of his trousers with its size.
It was dark in the car. At this end of the street there were no lights, and what few houses there were, were safely out of sight.
Bob pulled up his daughter's skirt as he caressed her thighs.
He pulled the skirt up so that its hem glided over the tops of her smooth pink thighs he saw the white bikini panties which covered her pussy.
The panties were stretched tight across her wide hips. Her pubic mound was outlined under the panties, and the fabric hugged the divide of her slitted pussy.
Curly dark pubic hairs, the top fringe of her bush, peeped over the elastic waistband of her panties.
Bob pulled his daughter's skirt up to her waist. He stopped kissing her only so he could take down those panties.
Linda, happy as could be, kneaded the slabs of muscle at his shoulders. She rubbed his face, caressing its contours with her fingertips.
Bob hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged it down, uncovering the delicious vision of her bush and her exquisite pussy lips.
The panties were rolled past the tops of her thighs. Linda lifted her lush bottom off the seat so her daddy could take down her panties.
His eager hands stroked her soft flesh as he pulled the panties past her knees. She spread her knees to the sides after the panties had fallen to her booted ankles.
Her pussy was a rich, dusky pink color which glowed warmly under the shade of the glossy, silken bush which covered her sex.
Linda's sighs came faster when her father tenderly massaged her pussy, stroking it with his fingers, coaxing rich secretions from inside her.
Linda slumped back into the car seat, bracing her back against the door. She pulled her sweater up over her breasts.
Today she wore a bra, and the mounds of her bosom strained the white satin cups of the bra. Her stiff nipples were pressing the satin.
She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. She pulled the bra cups free from her breasts. Her nipples, no longer pressed and compressed by the bra cups, rose into stiff points which jutted throbbingly on the tips of her breasts.
It was a big car, but it still was cramped for the lovers in the front seat. Bob grunted as he squirmed around, out from under the steering wheel.
He made free with his daughter's naked breasts, handling their delicious softness, stroking and gently pinching their hard nipples.
He put his hand on her polished thighs, which were smooth, sleek, and shone whitely in the dimness of the car, where the only light was the soft glowing illumination of the instrument panel on the dashboard.
Linda let her legs fall open as wide as she could. She rested one foot on the floor. Bob nuzzled her stiff-nippled breasts.
He held her breast and ran his tongue tip over the hard nipple, whipping it. It throbbed, while Linda squealed and squirmed with excitement.
He kissed his way down the tops of her breasts, over the nipples, along the smooth undersides. His tongue licked a wet line down her belly.
He held his head over her crotch, over her pussy. Linda ruffled his hair and rubbed his shoulders, moaning all the while.
His face was poised so closely over her pussy that his warm breath rustled through the glossy dark hairs of her thick and splendid bush.
He took hold of her nubile hips, her flesh warm and smooth against his moist palms. He lowered his mouth to kiss her between the legs.
A sweet scent of natural musk rose up from her sex, perfume from her fleshy flower. His cock throbbed with each inhalation of her natural aroma.
He pressed his puckered lips against her pussy lips.
Linda moaned, then sighed. Her pussy lips quivered under his kisses.
His tongue licked out, rolling over her pussy, tracing out the fleshy folds of her tender slit, bringing heated blushes to her sighing face.
His saliva soon coated her pussy lips. He pressed his parted lips to her labia, then lanced his tongue up inside her.
She was wet and dripping, the moist heat of her membranes sliding against his tongue. The taste of her was fresh and sweet on his probing tongue.
Linda leaned back as far as she could in the cramped car. A hard bump on the car door pressed against her, but that minor discomfort was washed away by the waves of heated lust that her daddy's mouth was generating in her dripping pussy.
Her juices were wet on his mouth and chin. His lips felt the quivering of her tender pussy lips. Her slippery membranes pulsed against his tongue.
He rolled his tongue tip to the top of her slit, massaged her clitoris.
Linda, moaning, rocked her hips, moving her pussy in response to the caresses of his tongue. The button of her clitoris glowed hotly.
Her rich juices filled his mouth, smeared on his face. His tongue burrowed under the sheltering pussy lips at the top of her slit, to excite the clitoris.
Sweat made Linda's buttocks stick to the vinyl car seat. She shoved her pussy against her daddy's face, grinding her dripping sex against his mouth.
His swift tongue licked, lapped, rimmed, darted, aroused her to a fever pitch.
The car shook on its chassis, not from the buffeting winds, but from the writhing of the daughter and father within.
Linda's stiff nipples cried out for attention. They were so hard that they ached with soreness. She pressed her hands on her breasts and fondled herself.
Linda toyed and teased her nipples, while her daddy's mouth pleased her pussy.
She clamped her hands over her breasts, so that their stiff pink nipples jutted between her fingers. She opened and closed her fingers, squeezing the nipples.
She roughly pinched the nipples, but the sharp pain had much pleasure in it, a clear intense sensation which cut through the steamy erotic fog.
It was so humid with hot sex in the car that the windows were beaded with moisture, like the glass walls of a hothouse.
Bob knew just how to please his daughter. After all, not only had he been the first to fuck her, but he was the first to go down on her pussy, too.
His darting tongue whipped her clitoris to orgasm.
As she climaxed, Linda pressed her thighs against the face wedged between them. She shook and shivered as her orgasm ran its course.
Bob's face was pressed hard against her pussy, against the sleek wet pulsing membranes which glided like silk against his mouth.
Linda sighed and sobbed from the force of her climax.
His mouth, pressed to her pussy, felt the convulsions of orgasm which swept through her.
His mind drifted back to the first night he had taken his daughter.
Ellen was right there alongside him. He doubted that he could have broken the taboo line against incest, without his wife's eager support.
But Ellen was just as eager to enjoy Linda as he was. It was something that the husband and wife had planned for a long time, having their offspring join them in sex.
After all, nothing was more productive of lifelong happiness than an active sexual life. Ellen and Bob weren't going to have their daughters taught the wrong things.
For a young girl to give up her virginity is a major experience. Why take the chance that that first time, and all the other times after that, might be clumsily handled by some awkward, horny boy who just wanted to get in Linda's pants?
Ellen and Bob were determined that such a thing wouldn't happen, not to their girls. Sex would be part of the education of Linda and Jane.
Of course, the parents were equally guided by their own selfish lusts, since Linda and Jane were a pair of delicious youngsters.
The husband and wife didn't intend to throw pearls before swine, and leave Linda and Jane to discover sex for themselves, with all the potential hazards that entailed.
No, Bob and Ellen would do the happy task themselves, and instruct their offspring in the joys and thrills of sexual love and ecstasy.
Such was their theory, and they acted upon it. With the papers and TV news filled with the shocking statistics on teen pregnancy, there was little time to lose, and both girls were initiated into sex at a tender age.
Linda, the oldest daughter, was the first. She had been bedded by her parents when she was in her early teens, only a year or so past puberty.
At that time Jane had been a little girl, and Mark was a few years younger. The two younger children were sent to visit their aunt on the big night.
Linda at that time was sweet and shy. Her round face was girlish, softened with baby fat. Her breasts were ripe mounds of flesh.
She had always been a devoted daughter. This was a family where there were lots of displays of affection between parents and kids.
Linda had a shadowy idea of what was going to happen to her.
Young Linda had been proud that her parents we.e treating her like an adult, and not like a kid anymore. She trembled with excitement.
Ellen had readied her daughter for the big night. Linda was freshly bathed, with her scrubbed smooth skin still flushed pink and warm from the bath.
Her short hair was freshly shampooed and dried, and hung in bouncing waves around her round, smiling face.
Linda dressed in a pretty white lace nightie which her mom had bought specially for the occasion. Linda was thrilled to wear it.
Under her mom's loving eye, Linda pulled on the garment, slipping her then-small and budding breasts into the soft cups of the nightie.
It was decorated with lots of darling little ribbons and bows and frills. It was short-sleeved, with a lacy hem which fell to the middle of her pink thighs.
Linda wore her hair in pigtails at that time, and Ellen had tied both pigtails with white satin ribbon. When she was done, she hugged and kissed her daughter.
She told Linda that she was the cutest little thing, pretty as a picture, sweet as sugar. She kept kissing and hugging Linda.
Linda thought that her mom looked especially beautiful that night. Ellen wore a black satin slip with spaghetti-thin shoulder straps and black lace trimmings at the throat and the hem, which reached the middle of her thighs.
When Linda was all dolled up, her mother took her by the hand and led her into the big bedroom which the parents shared.
Daddy Bob Preston was in the bed, wearing pajamas. It was only eight o'clock, but the trio of mother, daughter, and father was dressed for bed.
The lights were low and intimate. The sweet smell of fresh flowers, bought from the florist by Daddy for this special occasion, perfumed the bedroom.
The bed was big. Daddy said he felt lonely, all by himself in that big bed, and he needed his loving wife and darling daughter to share it.
Linda climbed into bed. The white sheets were fresh and clean. Her smooth pink flesh tingled where her bare limbs brushed over the sheets.
Mom said that since this was a special night, Linda would get the first of many special treats, to celebrate her coming of age, and newfound adult status.
Linda drank champagne for the first time. She laughed with childish glee when the cork popped explosively from the bottle.
Mom got into bed on the other side of the girl, so Linda was between her mother and father. The trio sat up in bed, sipping champagne.
Linda giggled from the way that the bubbles tickled her nose. The champagne bubbled like soda pop, only it made her feel all warm and tingling.
When the champagne was consumed, the real treats began.
Mom and Daddy hugged and kissed Linda. Linda lay back, her head resting on the pillows, with her parents' eager faces hovering over her.
Speaking softly, soothingly, they told Linda that she must always keep their secret and reveal it to absolutely no one.
Linda was cautioned against telling this even to her sister or brother. This prohibition only thrilled Linda, since it set her apart from her siblings, making her feel extra-special and knowing.
She had a good idea of the mechanics of the lovemaking act she was no dummy but her knowledge was mostly on the theoretical side.
She had enjoyed a few fumbling attempts at love play with boys from school, but the farthest she had ever gone was letting her best boyfriend touch her pussy.
She shook with excitement. Her hushed voice trembled with eagerness as she gave her solemn promise to Mom and Daddy to never reveal family secrets to outsiders.
Then Daddy kissed her. He was gentle with her, but his kisses made her senses swim, so that she felt like she might faint.
She kissed him back, locking her red-lipped mouth on his, draping her skinny bare arms over his back, her passions rising up in her.
Daddy kissed her for a while, then Mom took over. That was even stranger than being kissed by her father.
After all, Linda had been kissed by plenty of boys, but she had never been so lovingly and ardently kissed by another female.
Mom's heavy breasts nuzzled Linda. Daddy and Mom lay on either side of the teen girl, their stroking hands roaming up and down her thin form.
Linda was lightheaded from the champagne, and the skilled caresses only increased her erotic daze. Her flesh was warm and sensitive.
Daddy was hard between his legs, a thick impressive and somewhat scary bulge sticking out in his groin. Mom's nipples jutted like thumbs.
Daddy said that it was time for all of them to get naked. They were going to get as close as a family could possibly be, and then some.
Mom and Daddy sat Linda up in bed. She shivered with excitement as her parents' hands eased off her pretty nightie, leaving her naked.
Her pale pink nipples jutted at the tips of her budding breasts.
It was a good thing that she was on the bed. Linda was so weak in the knees that she doubted that she could ever have stood up.
Easy, stroking hands, two pairs of them, Mom's and Daddy's, eased her back down on the bed. Linda felt all wet inside her tender slit.
Mom and Daddy took off their garments, eagerly shucking them off and tossing them to the floor. Linda examined their naked flesh with minute curiosity.
Mom and Daddy both had great bodies. Linda had seen them in their bathing suits, and sometimes in their underwear, and she had seen her beautiful mother naked.
But she had never seen Daddy with all his clothes off.
He was all male, with a powerful well conditioned body, taut and trim. Linda stared with wide eyes at his rod of power.
His stiff penis was a club of flesh with a wide swollen head. Linda looked away from it, blushing furiously, but quickly peeked.
Mom was all naked, too. Linda envied Mom her lush, fully developed breasts. She hoped and prayed that her small budding breasts would blossom into similarly impressive mounds of flesh. It seemed unlikely then, to her youthful innocence.
Mom's flesh was satin where it brushed Linda's. Mom and Daddy were on either side of the girl, kissing and caressing her.
Daddy lay on his side, kissing and licking her small titties. Her tiny stiff pink nipples shone with his saliva.
Daddy pressed his lips on her nipple, nibbling it. Mom caressed her daughter with long smooth strokes which glided down Linda's flanks.
Mom put her hand between Linda's thin thighs, opening them to her touch.
Linda had never been touched down there by another female. Mom's first caresses fell as lightly as feathers on Linda's delicate sex.
At that time. Linda was very lightly bushed, with a thin triangle of soft furry brown hair which hardly veiled her thin, soft pussy lips.
Linda soon moaned and. gasped from the caresses between her legs. The combined effect of her mother's fondlings, and the stimulating way that Daddy mouthed his darling daughter's budding breasts, made Linda melt into a pool of pleasure.
In her erotic daze, Linda was only vaguely aware of Mom moving down on the bed, positioning Linda's skinny legs, then lowering her head between them.
Linda gasped when Mom kissed her little pussy.
She was so startled by the sudden intense pleasure of Mom's velvety lips gliding over her labia, that she sat up straight.
Daddy chuckled as he eased his daughter back on the bed. Mom kissed her daughter between the legs, fastening her hot mouth on Linda's fragile pussy.
Linda's anxiety vanished, swept away by the heated waves which Mom's lips and tongue sent crashing through her.
The tender teen had never known such pleasure. Mom's tongue burrowed inside her, tasting her juices, which were thin and fresh.
Mom lapped and licked her daughter's pussy. She massaged the clitoris with her tongue tip, pressing her hands down on Linda's parted, flexing thighs.
Linda's whole center was her pussy, which had formed a total organism with Mom's mouth. The room whirled; Linda's senses spun.
Linda shrieked' from the most intense orgasm she had ever known in her young life.
Linda whipped her head from side to side in ecstasy. Her pussy was a seething mass of pleasure. She felt all hot and melting inside her slit.
Mom lifted her wet face from Linda's pussy. The dear girl's thin bush and pussy lips were soaked with saliva, which dripped on the sheets.
The mouthing was only the opening act. Daddy took his daughter's hand and guided it to his groin, pressing it against his stiff cock.
Linda whispered fearfully. Daddy was so big, between his legs would she be able to take him inside her virgin pussy?
Mom and Daddy kissed and caressed her, calming her, soothing away her fears.
Linda was apprehensive. Would it hurt, when her cherry was broken? Some of the girls in school said that it was really painful.
Daddy promised that he would be as gentle as possible. There would be an instant of pain when her maidenhead was broken that couldn't be helped but it wouldn't be too bad, and it would open the door to a lifetime of sexual pleasure.
Linda shyly, softly said she was ready to give herself to her daddy.
Daddy used lubricant to make her defloration easier. Mom rubbed the sweet-smelling grease into Linda's pussy, on the lips, and inside, too, smearing her membranes.
Daddy s erection was also greased with loving care by Mom, so that the red club of flesh with the fat knobbed head shone with lubricant.
Daddy mounted Linda, keeping most of his weight on his elbows and knees to avoid crushing his daughter. His cock throbbed where it brushed her, leaving shiny smears of lubricant on her smooth pink inner thighs.
Mom pressed up against the girl, smoothing back her hair, fondling her.
Daddy pressed the tip of his red, heated penis against her pussy. The cock tip, greased with lubricant, slid up and down the slit.
Daddy rubbed his cock head against her pussy until her pussy lips were all warm and quivering. Then he pressed the cock head into her.
The wedge of his cock head pushed apart her thin pussy lips, spreading them to the sides. Sharp sensations shot through her.
Linda's tender membranes, which had never been thrilled by the touch of a hard penis, were stretched to make room for Daddy's throbbing member.
As the cock head pushed into her, Linda was breathless and gasping. For an instant she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to go through with it.
But she calmed herself and her fears. The pain would pass, and she didn't want to disappoint Daddy and Mom by acting like a big baby.
She cried out when Daddy's cock head prodded her maidenhead.
The moment of truth had come. Linda writhed under Daddy, her long skinny legs thrashing, her straining moaning face all pale.
Daddy and Mom held her down while Daddy took hold of her hips and pushed deep.
There was an awful instant of sharp splitting pain between her legs, as the maidenhead resisted the assault of the thrusting penis.
The resistance was short-lived. The tender tissue which barred the door of her pussy was battered down by the hard thrusting dick.
CHAPTER FOUR
While Linda relaxed in the car, enjoying the feel of the steamy pussy eating her daddy had given her, and recalling her earliest sexual experiences with the family, Linda's younger sister, Jane, was being fucked in a new way.
Jane, nude, was on her hands and knees on her teacher's bed, offering up her sweet little slit to 'the dildo which Miss Rachel Blaine was strapping on her slim hips.
Jane's body was all pink and smooth and shining. Her delicate pussy lips glowed with dark color, and shone with saliva from Rachel's loving mouth.
Jane had never been fucked with a dildo before. It was strange. The bizzarreness and the novelty of it thrilled the young girl.
Rachel glowed with eagerness. She had burned to use her dildo on Jane. She would have the pleasure of knowing Jane the way a male would, well, almost.
The lesbian lovers were in Rachel's bedroom. Rachel's roommate had left for her trip unexpectedly early, and Rachel made good use of her privacy.
Jane was hot and silky. She rested her head in her arms. Her upper body pressed the sheets, while her ripe bottom was raised high.
Her knees were spread, opening her pussy to the dildo which jutted from Rachel's hips. The six-inch dildo, medium sized, was smooth, pink, thick, streamlined.
Jane's pussy and bush were soaked with wetness. Rachel got on the bed behind her, the dildo bobbing with her movements.
Rachel stood on her knees behind Jane, the pink dildo pointing at Jane's pussy. Jane wiggled her luscious little bottom invitingly.
Rachel caressed the teen's hips and thighs, then reached between Jane's kneeling legs to feel and fondle the delicate, delicious pussy.
Jane moaned, shivering from lust while her teacher caressed her pussy. Her breasts were jiggling, the nipples hard and throbbing.
Rachel rubbed the bullet head of the dildo against Jane's labia, rolling the head up and down the slit, massaging heat into it.
Jane moved her hips in response. Rachel put the tip of the dildo, which was wet with Jane's juices, against the slitted lips.
She entered the dildo into the girl, holding its shaft as she pushed the head in. Jane's pussy lips split, spread to the sides by the invader.
Jane squealed, the pitch of her wail rising higher and higher as more and more of the dildo sank into her. Her breasts shook with agitation.
Rachel smiled with pleasure as she slipped the dildo inside the girl. It was in deep, so only the base of the shaft remained outside her.
Attachments fastened at the base of the dildo secured it to the thin black leather straps which harnessed it around the lesbian teacher's hips.
Rachel hooked her forearm around Jane's thin waist, pulling the girl closer, sinking the dildo even deeper up inside her.
Rachel started thrusting, in and out, back and forth. Moving slowly at first, she steadily increased the rhythm, rolling the dildo over Jane's slippery membranes.
Jane turned her head to the side, gasping for breath. Her thighs flexed, muscle slabs rippling under her satiny pink skin, as she rocked her hips in response.
The dildo fucking made Jane's breasts shake wildly, until Rachel took hold of one of them.
The sugar tit was a handle of flesh. Rachel's gripping fingers clutched it tightly, squeezing it as though pumping or milking it.
When Rachel thrust the dildo in deep, her hips slammed into Jane's quivering bottom cheeks, rippling them with motion.
Jane's wailed mating cries grew higher and shriller. The dildo was a pink blur pumping in and out of her slit, the head of it never emerging from inside her.
At the peak of Jane's arousal, Rachel released the girl's breast, only so she could put her rubbing fingers at the top of Jane's slit.
Jane was stretched by the dildo. Rachel's fingers fondled her, pressing against the damp hairs of her bush, then stroking the clitoris.
Rachel massaged the clitoris while fucking Jane with dildo. It did not take much of the erotic treatment to bring Jane to a shattering orgasm.
Jane's head jerked up, sending her ponytail flailing across her smooth shoulders and her upper back. She cried out as she came.
She shook, then slumped down on the bed, her sweating body leaving damp smears where it reached the sheets. Jane sobbed for breath.
Rachel kept the dildo inside Jane for a while. Jane's convulsively climaxing pussy clamped down on the dildo, squeezing it.
Rachel stood on her knees with the dildo up inside Jane. She patted, petted and fondled the girl, while Jane sighed with orgasmic bliss.
Finally Rachel took the dildo out of Jane. The dildo was shining with Jane's juices. Rachel lowered her head to kiss the girl between her legs.
The pussy lips quivered when Rachel smooched them lovingly.
It had been a delightful afternoon of love, ever since Rachel had taken Jane home after school, brought her to the apartment, stripped her, and made love to her.
It was over all too soon. Jane blinked the sweat out of her eyes, looked at the clock, and saw that it was time for her to go home.
She cleaned herself up, dressed, and was driven home by Rachel.
Rachel halted her car on the corner, at the end of the block where Jane lived. She embraced the teen and kissed her on the mouth.
After a long and loving goodbye kiss, Jane got out of the car. Rachel stayed where she was, watching Jill go down the street.
Not until Jane was safely inside her house, did Rachel drive away.
Dinner was wonderful, with the whole family together. Mom had made a fine meal, one which was delicious, but not overly filling.
Nobody wanted to get so stuffed with good food that they would be unable to join into the after-dinner fun and games.
Jane and Linda served the meal, and cleared the dishes after the food was eaten. It was warm in the dining room, the curtained windows fogged with steamy vapor.
Bob Preston, Daddy, sat at the head of the table. The proud papa beamed as he admired the sight of his lovely wife, and his three attractive offspring.
Ellen wore a frilly ruffled apron over a simple one-piece pale green dress that was remarkably filled out by her full figure.
Linda wore the same outfit she had worn in the car. Jane wore a blouse and a plaid skirt and knee socks and loafers.
The girls washed and dried the dishes, putting them away in the cupboard.
Daddy heaped the logs high in the hearth, kindling a roaring fire which crackled and snapped and blazed warmly.
He lowered the lights in the living room, then made sure that the curtains were pulled tight over the windows, so no passing outsider could glimpse inside.
It was dim and intimate in the living room, with the fire throwing off a cheery red glow. Red patterns shifted on walls and the ceiling.
The kitchen chores completed, the rest of the family gathered in the living room.
Jane and Linda were all smiles, and kept casting knowing glances at each other. They stood side by side, holding hands.
Mom and Daddy permitted the children to drink a little wine on special occasions, and this weekend certainly qualified as that.
Crystal glasses filled with red wine were passed out to the family. The group gathered in a circle at the fire.
They toasted each other, clinking glasses, then drinking.
A drop of wine spilled on the corner of Jane's mouth and trickled down her chin. She brushed it off with the back of her hand.
Before dinner, there had been a period of about an hour during which the various family members shaved, bathed, and refreshed themselves.
Now they were scrubbed clean, soaped, shampooed, perfumed.
Daddy made a special little speech, a short one really, pointing out that this weekend would be more special than most, since Mark would join them for the first time.
Mark blushed and fidgeted. Mom stood next to him, taller than he was, even in her flat-heeled shoes. She slipped her arm around his waist, hugging him.
The girls put down their glasses and hugged and kissed their blushing brother.
Mark fidgeted happily. His older sister, Linda, pressed frontally against him, wrapping her arms around him, her breasts pressing his chest.
She kissed him on the mouth. It was hardly a sisterly kiss. Her tongue probed for his mouth and when he opened it she stuck her tongue inside it.
Mark gave a gasp of happy surprise. Linda rubbed against him, pressing her warm hips against his genitals, stirring fire in them.
Jane tapped Linda on the shoulder, smilingly demanding her turn.
Mark embraced Jane and kissed her lips. The mouths locked together, tongues thrusting and rubbing. Jane took his hand and put it on her lean hip.
Mark squeezed her hip, then rubbed her thigh, caressing it through Jane's skirt, pulling up the hem in order to rub Jane's bare pink thighs.
Daddy embraced his oldest daughter from behind. Linda leaned back into him, pressing her rounded buttocks against his groin.
She moved her hips from side to side, up and down, massaging heat into Daddy's cock and balls. His penis squirmed against her rounded rear.
Mom stood behind her son, kneading his shoulders while Jane kissed him. Mom put her hand on the curve of his ass and felt it through his trousers.
Daddy was hard. His erection pressed the front of his trousers with an oversized bulge. He turned Linda so that she faced him.
He pulled her blouse out of her long skirt and unbuttoned it down the front.
Linda's lush breasts bobbed inside the bra which held them. Her stiff nipples jutted against the bra cups.
Linda's breasts lifted as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Daddy pulled the straps down off her shoulders, pulling off the bra.
The bra fluttered to the floor, the first garment to fall there. Soon clothes would be dropping off like leaves in autumn.
Linda's lush breasts jiggled and bobbed. Daddy put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. Linda smiled saucily, lust shining in her dark eyes.
Daddy kissed her some more, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Her nipples throbbed as they grazed his shirt front.
Mom had taken over with Mark. Jane joined in, helping her mother undress her brother. Mark looked stunned, and he stood there staring.
Mom took off his shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on a side table. Mark's lean torso was white and smooth, with small pink nipples.
Mom caressed him, running her hands up and down his chest, toying with his nipples, pinching them stiff, her tender touch raising heat from his flesh.
Mark gasped when Jane reached for his belt and unbuckled it. She put her fingers inside the top of his pants and opened the catch.
His zipper made a thin metallic racket as she pulled it down, exposing his bright white cotton undershorts, their crotch stretched out of shape by his erection.
His pants fell down his long white legs, tumbling in a heap at his ankles.
Jane put her hand on the head of his cock, pulling and playing with it. Jane tugged down his shorts. His cock sprang up, standing stiffly out from his hips.
Mom rubbed and squeezed and kneaded his naked buttocks.
Daddy stripped Linda down to her panties. Her clothes were scattered on the floor.
The taste of her pussy that he had earlier enjoyed in the car had only whetted his appetite for the rest of his darling daughter.
Linda tugged impatiently at his clothes, wrestling them off him. Daddy had to smile at her eager impatience. Soon he stood stark naked.
His cock was a thick rod of flesh, bobbing, jerking, standing out over a pair, of stiffly swollen balls. He hurried Linda to the couch.
She tumbled down on her back, lifting her legs off the carpet, swinging them up on the cushions, her pink form sinking deep in the plush cushions.
Daddy knelt on the carpet at the side of thz couch. He lowered his head to her breasts, which stood up like hillocks crowned by fat stiff pink nipples at their summits.
Daddy made free with his mouth on her breasts, caressing them with his Tips, sliding his tongue over the nipples, licking the rippling white bosom flesh.
He closed his hand around her breast. Soft bosom flesh oozed through his fingers, while her stiff nipple rose from the top of his closed hand.
Holding that nipple in place, he pressed his puckered lips against it and sucked it inside, nibbling on the throbbing point of flesh.
Linda put her hands on the back of his head, dreamily running her fingers through his hair, pulling his hot face down to her breasts.
Mom excited Mark, while Jane took off her clothes.
Mark was naked. His knees were weak, and his legs trembled with excitement. His stiff cock stood out in front of him.
Mom's hand wrapped around his penis. Her touch was skilled and knowing, stroking heat into the shaft, pulling the penis, playing with his balls.
Jane faced him, doing an artlessly unsophisticated strip act which was quite entirely exciting. Her beautiful breasts were revealed to her brother.
Firelight threw a rich red glow on Jane's smooth shining pink flesh.
Her pink nipples stood out stiffly. She opened her skirt and took it off. The sly miss had been naked under her skirt, and wore no panties.
Jane's bush was all fluffy and fleecy from the bath she had taken earlier. Her pussy lips were pink and quivering.
Jane said that she would give her little brother a real welcome into family fun.
She knelt at his feet, bringing her round smooth face level with his groin. Mom's hand glided up and down on the penis, pulling heat into it.
Jane licked her lips, wetting them. Mom brought Mark's erection to his sister's mouth. She rubbed the cock head back and forth over his face.
Jane took the cock head inside her mouth, pressing her lips closed below the rim of the head. She slurped and sucked at the swollen head.
Mom let go of her son's stiff penis, which remained firmly in place, held by the sexual suction of his sister's hot wet mouth.
Mom opened her dress and took it off. The black lace bra and matching panties she wore were exciting, but her nudity was even more exciting.
Mom took off her bra, her breasts tumbling free, the nipples standing out stiffly. Mark's attention was divided between Mom and Jane.
Jane's mouth sucked and licked his swollen cock head, while Mom's big, lush, bounteous bosom jiggled just under his own hot face.
Mom put her hand on the back of his neck, pulling his head to her breasts.
Mark moaned, his face engulfed in soft smooth bosom flesh. Her breasts hung on either side of his face, enveloping him in soft flesh.
Mom took a step back, then swayed her upper body from side to side, slapping her heavy breasts softly against her boy's face.
Mom stood to one side of him, while Jane knelt at his feet.
Jane's gripping fingers circled the base of his shaft. Her head bobbed forward, taking his cock deep into her mouth.
His cock slid over the velvet bed of her tongue, which curled upward at the edges, enfolding the underside of his sensitive shaft.
Jane sucked him, her head bobbing back and forth as her mouth moved up and down on his cock. Moaning, Mark moved his hips responsively.
Saliva spilled from the corners of Jane's sucking mouth, wetting her chin. Mark's cock dripped with the stuff, which made it shine.
Mom cupped her breast and brought her stiff nipple up to Mark's mouth.
The nipple was a brown throbbing thimble of flesh, grazing his lips. He opened his mouth and she stuffed the nipple inside it.
Mark sucked greedily at her breast, while his sister sucked his cock.
Mark's hands moved shyly on his mother's flesh. She still wore her panties, which were sheer as black silk, and could be seen through.
The full furry dark delta of her bush could be seen pressing the crotch of her panties. Mark touched her through the garment.
Her pussy bps quivered as his touch glided through the panties. Mom pulled down her panties. After they were pulled down from her full hips, they tumbled down her legs.
Mom moved her feet wider apart, spreading her legs, opening her plump smooth thighs to expose the dark dusky lips of her fully fleshed pussy.
She took Mark's hand in her own, pressing his fingers against her sex, rubbing them up and down until he got the idea.
He started rubbing her pussy himself, continuing when Mom took her hand off his. The pussy lips rippled and throbbed under his gliding fingers.
Jane reached up, wrapping her soft hands on Mark's hips and holding them as she sucked his cock. Her ponytail whipped' wildly over her back and shoulders.
Her downy pink cheeks were hollow as she sucked him, slurping wetly and wildly. Her tongue caressed his rod, licking internal heat into it.
One of Jane's hands strayed from his hips, moving between his legs to toy with his swollen balls. She tapped them with the caressing tips of her fingers.
Mark all but danced with excited lust. Jane sucked harder and faster.
Mark thrust his hips in response to the rhythm of the mouthing, working his stiff cock over Jane's velvety lips and even softer tongue.
He was going to come Jane sensed the signs. She took his rod deep in her mouth, wedging the cock head into the back of her throat.
Her puckered lips pressed the thick base of his shaft, and her nostrils were tickled by his pubic hairs. His cock twitched on her tongue.
Mark came. His gasps were muffled by the breast which filled his sucking mouth. Mom held his head tightly to her bosom as she came.
Mark rose up on his tiptoes as he came, but he still kept on sucking Mom's fat thick nipple, while his sister sucked down the thick cream which gushed from his rod of flesh.
CHAPTER FIVE
Of course, Jane swallowed Mark's come.
Semen splashed in her throat, where the spurting head was wedged tight. It came in thick creamy gushes, spilling down her gullet.
Jane flexed her throat muscles as she gulped. Semen slid slowly, heavily.
She held tight to his trim hips, which shook with tension, sweaty in her hands.
Mom lovingly fondled Mark's hair, which was damp with sweat. His ecstatic cries were muffled by the fat nipple and section of white breast, which filled his mouth.
Not far from the trio of Mom, Mark, and Jane, Daddy excited Linda.
He fondled her breasts with one hand. His other hand was down between her legs, inside her panties, his wiggling fingers stretching the panty crotch.
Linda's pussy lips were warm and wet with her own secretions. Daddy's middle finger was inside her, shoving in and out of her sex.
Linda writhed on the couch, breasts bobbing, long legs flexing, bent at the knees.
Her right arm dangled off the edge of the couch, reaching her hand down between his legs, where she gripped his stiff penis and fondled it lovingly.
Daddy was too hot for more teasing, tantalizing foreplay.
His fingers glimmered wetly when he took them out from her panties. He took hold of the panties, tugging them down her hips.
Linda lifted her bottom off the cushions, so the panties could be pulled off. Daddy yanked them down her thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and off her feet, Linda spread her legs for Daddy.
He climbed on the couch, mounting his daughter. Linda reached up for him, wrapped her arms around his upper back as he covered her with his flesh.
Her breasts were pressed by his broad chest, her soft bosom flesh spreading to the sides, her nipples throbbing against him.
His cock glided over her satiny skin, rubbed her fleecy bush. He raised himself on elbows and knees, then reached under his hips and took hold of his cock.
Linda wanted it, wanted it badly, but he teased her first, rubbing the cock head up and down her pussy lips, before he put it in her.
Finally, when an impatient Linda squealed with hunger and sexual frustration, he gave in to her desires and his own.
He pressed his cock head against her pussy lips and pushed it in. She was wet and hot and tight, and her slippery membranes clutched the head of his cock.
He stuffed the cock head in her, then lowered himself down on her, in her, the weight of his body sinking his cock deep into her tight pussy.
The member which had fathered Linda now fucked her.
Beneath her daddy, she was slippery as an eel. Her pussy was all fire and honeyed satin, firing sexual heat in his thrusting cock.
He pressed into her, sinking her soft pink form deep into the cushions. Her smooth pink legs, twined with his strong hairy ones, thrashed.
Daddy fucked his darling daughter. He loved it, and so did she.
Mom and Jane playfully wrestled Mark down to the floor. Dazed, dizzy from his heated orgasm, he sank down on the deep-pile carpet.
Jane was all over him, giggling as she pressed her lithe wicked body against his.
She was a hot-blooded little minx, a vixen. Her nipples stood out like pink pebbles pasted to the tips of her tender breasts.
She pushed Mark down on his back on the floor, and squatted over him, straddling his hips, her knees planted on either side of his flanks.
Her legs were folded under her, and the soft sweet promise of her delicate pussy lips hovered over his still-stiff, twitching cock.
A pair of feet were planted on either side of Mark's head. Mom stood over him, hands planted on her wide hips, smiling down.
Mom reached between her legs and touched herself. Her dark dusky pussy lips rippled as the stroking fingers rolled over them.
Mom's legs bent at the knees. Facing her son's feet, she lowered herself down on him, so that her pussy was poised over his gasping open mouth.
Mom squatted over his face. Rich musky perfume from her pussy filled his lungs. His mouth watered. Mom touched her flesh to his lips.
She rocked back and forth, glidingly brushing her pussy lips against his parted lips. Her flesh rippled and quivered when it passed over his.
Mark lifted the back of his head from the floor and pressed his mouth against Mom's pussy and wetly kissed it up and down and all over.
Mom sighed when he put his tongue up inside her. Breasts bobbing, she lowered herself all the way down on her boy's mouth.
Her pussy lips split and spread, exposing her slippery dripping membranes, which pulsed against his lips as it pressed down on them.
Mark's happy face was engulfed by wet woman-flesh ... his mother's heated pussy.
The taste of her was strong and thick on his licking tongue, satisfying.
His lips pressed her pussy lips as his tongue probed deep, rolling over the membranes to lick the savory juices from them and swallow them down.
Mark felt like he was in a swampy steam bath which heated him to a fevered pitch.
Jane took hold of her brother's penis. It was semi-erect, red, rubbery, flexible. She pulled and kneaded it, massaging firmness into it.
She pressed its red head against the soft warmth of her pussy. Mark shivered, his hips lifting from the floor, his cock jumping in her grip-She caressed the divide in the center of the sac which held his swollen sensitive balls.
Jane stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it. She smeared saliva on her pussy, wetting the pussy lips.
She pressed his knobbed cock head against her slitted sex and took it inside her. The cock was held by her tight and narrow passage.
Jane took him deep, sitting on his cock so that it filled her.
Red heated color rose up into her sighing gasping face as she was penetrated. She squealed and shivered when her pussy lips pressed the base of his shaft.
Jane's thighs pressed his flanks. She moved, taking his cock back and forth, in and out, never releasing the cock head.
Mom moved her hips, rubbing her crotch against mark's face, smearing it with her thick juices. His tongue rolled up to the top of her slit.
It slid under the sheltering fleshy pussy lips, pressing the marbled flesh of the clitoris, which throbbed heavily when the tongue rolled over it.
Mom rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her clitoris against the tongue tip.
Mom and her daughter Jane squatted over either end of Mark, facing each other, riding him for their pleasure and his own.
Mom rode her son's mouth, while Jane rode her brother's cock.
Daddy fucked Linda hot and heavy. Their bodies, slippery with sweat, writhed passionately on the couch as Daddy neared his orgasm.
Reaching under Linda, he clutched her rounded bottom cheeks, cupping them in each hand, gripping them tightly so his fingers sank into the flesh.
Holding her, he tilted her hips to the best angle of entry for his cock to fuck her pussy. His hands controlled her movements.
His cock was a thick rod of flesh pumping in and out of her tight pussy.
Linda's eyes were squeezed shut, their thick lashes fluttering with each stroke which shafted back and forth inside her.
Her face was tight and lined with erotic tension and stress, as she breathlessly raced for her climax.
Fire raged in her sex, stoked hotter and hotter with each flaming stroke of the swollen shaft across her pulsing pink pussy membranes.
Her sweaty buttocks rippled in his clutching hands. He spread her buttocks and slipped his fingers deep down into her tight bottom cleft.
She whinnied like a spooked mare when his fingers pressed her little hole.
Her ass-hole was a wrinkled dimple of pink folded flesh lodged deep in the cleft of her bottom. It throbbed when his fingertip pressed it.
Driving his thrusts relentlessly into her, he pressed the tip of his middle finger into her hole, which tightly resisted the invader.
He put a good part of his middle finger inside her hole. She cried out. Her tight passage clutched his finger with vise-like pressure.
Her rectum quivered convulsively, clamping down on his finger. Her pussy did the same thing to his member when he pushed it all the way in and held it there.
His thick cock, stretching the membranes of her tight pussy, pounded against them when it throbbed and twitched with the oncoming orgasm.
Daddy came inside his daughter. From deep in the pit of his belly, deep moaning groans were forced from him by the fury of his orgasm.
Linda was wailing and crying under him as she came with a shattering climax.
His thick member, holstered deep in her flesh, spurted semen into her in heavy gushes. The come was creamy, cool, soothing against her heated membranes.
Linda shook, shivered, and sobbed with ecstasy. His finger was still inside her, and her moans came faster when he wiggled it inside her.
Mark pleasured two females at once.
Mom's face was creased with leering pleasure as she rode his lips and tongue.
Her clitoris was swollen with stimulation, engorged, red, throbbing. No matter whether she moved forward, backward, or sideways, Mark dutifully kept his tongue glued to her clitoris.
Her heavy breasts bobbed quite dramatically, flailing this way and that, so she finally had to take hold of them.
Mom held her lush breasts in both hands. She squeezed them together, thrilling to the sensation of soft smooth bosom flesh contacting.
Jane's groping fingers crawled over her mother's bosom. Jane stroked the oversized breasts, toying with her mother's fat brown nipples.
As she reached for Jane to embrace her, Mom leaned forward, which caused her pussy to press even more firmly against her son's face.
Jane leaned forward to meet her mother, her membranes sliding against Mark's hard hot rod. Mother and daughter locked mouths together in a thrilling kiss.
Mom put her tongue in Jane's mouth. They rubbed tongues, their jaws flexing. Mom fondled Jane's nubile breasts.
Mom playfully tweaked the girl's pink nipples, which were so much smaller than her own fat brown nipples.
Jane leaned into Mom, meeting her caresses, her breasts bobbing both from Mom's touch, and from the rocking movement of her hips as she fucked her brother.
Jane was going to come. A wave of heat washed through her, making her dizzy.
The girl ground her hips into Mark's. His cock jerked inside her.
Mark arched his back, lifting his hips off the carpet. His buttocks were clenched as he drove his coming cock deep up inside his sister.
Jane was much tighter in her pussy than Mom was. Her sex gripped Mark's cock, clutching it tightly, squeezing semen from it.
Mark shook as he came. Jane squealed with breathless delight.
Ecstasy forced cry after moaning cry from Mark. Since his mouth was fastened to his mother's membranes, she felt all the vibrations of those cries.
They rippled thrillingly through her membranes, giving her an extra thrill. She ground her pussy hard against her son's mouth, demanding attention.
Fighting off the daze of his orgasm, Mark applied his tongue tip against Mom's throbbing clitoris, flicking it, whipping it over the node of flesh.
Mom gasped, then grunted as though struck in the stomach.
She had been struck by her climax.
As she came, heat waves radiated from her pussy, the center of the inferno being her clitoris, where Mark's licking tongue whipped her.
Squealing, she pressed her plump smooth thighs against his head with a powerful squeezing grip, grinding her pussy into his face.
Mark's mouth and nostrils were sealed with her pink slippery pussy flesh, smothering him for an instant, while Mom shook from her orgasm.
Mom shook her moaning face from side to side. Breath hissed out of her like steam boiling from a tea kettle.
Her pussy quivered convulsively against her son's sucking, licking mouth.
After an instant, Mom sagged forward, lifting her pussy and her ass up off Mark's face, which was bright red and shining.
He gasped for breath, still sighing from his orgasm.
Jane sat on him for a long time. Her eyes were shut. She sat perfectly still and quiet, her breasts rising and falling, her pussy squeezing his cock.
Mom climbed off Mark's face and sat on the floor, resting her wide bottom on the deep pile carpet, spreading her legs wide open.
Her black bush, soaked through and saturated with her son's saliva, was shimmering like a sealskin. Her dark pussy lips dripped silver saliva.
A red flush showed on her breasts and rippling belly. She rested her palms on the floor, her breasts rising and falling with slow deep breathing.
Jane at last rose up off Mark, making him moan when her sleek pussy glided up and off his swollen cock.
As she raised herself up, Mark's cock emerged from inside her thin-lipped slit. The red shaft was sticky and wet and shining.
Her pussy lips spread wider to release his knobbed cock head. It smeared semen on her pussy lips, then popped free.
Jane stretched out alongside Mark. She lay on her side, with her thighs pressed against her pussy, which still quivered and flexed.
She pressed her thighs against her pussy lips, for extra pleasure. Jane was filled with softly billowing warm afterglow which oozed through her.
Mark's come oozed inside her. Some of it trickled down her crotch, spilling on her pale pink smooth thighs, leaving shiny smears of wetness.
Mark lay on his back, dazed and delighted. His cock, red and sensitive, jerked and bobbed until Jane's hand closed around it.
Jane squeezed the cock and gripped it, sheltering it from the empty air with the smooth pulsing warmth of her soft palm and slim fingers.
Daddy stirred himself and climbed off Linda. He raised his upper body, clenched his buttocks, and withdrew his cock from inside her.
Linda sighed, her breasts bobbing as she shifted and squirmed on the couch. Daddy sat on the edge, with his feet on the floor, and his hand on her hip.
The family rested now. The night and the weekend had just begun. Mother and father, sisters and brother, might all go off to their own bedrooms.
But they would not go there to sleep, and they would not stay there long.
CHAPTER SIX
In the darkness of her bedroom, Jane waited for a visitor.
She did not have to wait long.
It was early in the night, about an hour or less before midnight, but all the family, parents and children alike, had gone off to their respective bedrooms.
They would not stay in their own beds for long. That was part of the fun of this game.
Intimate rendezvous would soon begin.
Jane lay on her back in bed, wrapped in the comforting warmth of her covers. She breathed softly, listening for the sound of footfalls.
She heard a door open. Bare feet padded in the hall, coming to Jane's door.
Jane rolled on her tummy, pretending to be asleep. Her head was turned to the side, facing the closed door, whose knob was being turned from the outside.
The door was opened, its hinges creaking slightly. A soft light was on at the opposite end of the hall, providing faint illumination.
Jane saw a female form silhouetted in the doorway, and knew that it was Linda.
She tucked her head back in her outstretched arms, her nerves tingling with anticipation. Linda hurried to the bed.
"Jane?" Linda whispered.
Jane did not answer, but mumbled as though murmuring in her sleep.
Linda's chuckling laughter was soft in the darkness. "Don't try to fool me, little sister I know that you're not sleeping!"
"No, I'm not," Jane whispered, moving to the far side of the bed to make room for Linda.
Off came the robe which Linda had worn to go from her room down the hall to Jane's room. The garment slipped down her curved form and fell at her feet.
Linda was naked underneath it. She lifted the covers and slid into bed beside Jane, pulling the covers back over the two of them.
Bare flesh rubbed bare flesh, and Linda made the happy discovery that, under the sheets and blankets, Jane was as naked as herself.
The girls lay on their sides, face to face, arms circling each other. They pressed their fronts together, bosom meeting bosom.
Linda's lush heavy breasts were fuller and rounder than those of Jane, which were more pert and pointed. The girls moaned from the contact.
Breast nuzzled breast. Jane's nipples were thinner and longer than Linda's, which were short and thick and now throbbed with lesbian desire.
The sisters kissed on the mouth, open lips locking to lips, tongues thrusting and darting over each other, tasting each's other's mouths.
Linda pressed her hips up against Jane's. Her thick tufted bush mixed with the sleek fur of Jane's more lightly bushed pussy.
They pressed together, rubbing their pussies. The sensual contact of soft pussy lips gliding over each other sent thrills racing through the sisters.
Linda lifted her mouth at last from Jane's, her lips wet with her sister's sweet saliva. She rolled on her back.
Jane would get on top of her. Jane crawled out of the covers and turned around, then crawled head-first back under them.
She slithered over her sister, until her head was over Linda's pussy.
Linda spread her legs, parting her thighs and opening her pussy to Jane.
The fleecy fur of Linda's tufted bush tickled Jane's hot face. Jane's breath was warm and tingling on the pussy lips.
Linda shivered when Jane kissed her between the legs, her velvety lips pressing against the pussy lips, pulling heat and arousal up into them.
Jane's knees were planted on either side of Linda's head. Linda reached up and took hold of Jane's saucy cupcake buttocks.
Jane's pert ass cheeks were soft and smooth in Linda's hands. Jane's sweet narrow slit was posed over Linda's upturned face.
Linda fastened her mouth on Jane's pussy. Both girls had bathed before bed, so Jane's pussy was fresh and clean, like Linda's own.
Pussy lips quivered when Linda's lips pressed them with hot kisses. Linda licked and nibbled the pussy lips, covering them with little darting kisses.
Jane smelled fresh and sweet, with a thin musk of sexual arousal coming up from inside her slit, as secretions flowed inside her.
Jane parted her kissing lips and stuck out her tongue, rolling it over Linda's pussy, tracing the folds and features of her labia.
Linda lifted her hips, rubbing her pussy against Jane's mouth.
Jane licked up and down the slit, wetting it. It was already wet on the inside, as she discovered when she put her tongue between Linda's pussy lips.
Linda wrapped her mouth around Jane's slitted sex. Jane's pussy lips were thinner, more fragile than her own. They quivered against Linda's mouth.
Linda lanced her tongue between the pussy lips, pushing it deep into Jane.
Jane shivered as she was penetrated by the probing tongue.
Linda pushed it deep. Jane's juices oozed from her pink pussy walls, coating the licking tongue, rolling up and down inside the girl.
Jane's hips wiggled as she moved her tail this way and that, excited by the mouthing which her sister gave her.
Linda's probing tongue tip dipped under the thin labia at the top of the slit and rolled over the little pink pearl of Jane's tender clitoris.
Jane's membranes pulsed against Linda's mouth when Linda licked her clit.
Linda's tongue tip rimmed a stimulating circle around the little throbbing node of flesh, then flicked over the quivering button.
Jane whimpered but kept on licking Linda.
Linda pressed her puckered lips against Jane's clitoris and massaged them over it. Muscles flexed in Jane's slim smooth thighs.
The sisters were locked in oral love. It was hot and steamy under the covers. Each girl's mouth of pleasure was locked to the pussy of her sister.
Jane came first. Linda wrapped her clips around the stimulated, overheated clitoris, sucking the node up between the lips.
Holding the clitoris, she whipped her tongue back and forth over it.
Jane climaxed, her cries of ecstasy muffled against Linda's wet quivering pussy.
Jane shook and shivered on top of Linda. Linda took her mouth away from the clitoris while her little sister writhed on top of her.
Linda was eager to have her own pleasure satisfied, but she waited until Jane stopped shivering and shaking from her own orgasm.
Jane gave a last sighing moan and slumped limply on top of Linda.
Impatiently Linda rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy against Jane's face.
Jane was jarred from her erotic daze. She wrapped her hands around Linda's hips and covered her sister's slit with her mouth.
Her tongue rolled over the pussy lips, wrapped around the clitoris, and sawed back and forth over it, heating it up to a delirious peak.
It was Linda's turn to shift and slide and squirm in breathless squealing ecstasy, as Jane's licking tongue and velvety lips brought her to orgasm.
While the sisters feasted satisfyingly on each other's flesh, Mom was taking on two males at the same time her husband, and her son.
Mark had come to his mother's bedroom. Mom was not alone, but there was enough of her to satisfy more than one lover at a time.
Mom had worked out the mechanics of the combination herself.
Mom crouched on the rumpled, sweat-damp sheets of the mattress on her hands and knees, her palms pressing the bed, her ripe bottom lifted high.
She was nude, as were Mark and Bob Preston.
Mom crouched in the middle of the mattress. Mark sat at its head, with his back pressed up against the headboard, and his legs stretched out in front of him.
His pajamas lay heaped on the floor where Mom had tossed them when she stripped him naked. His stiff penis stood up straight from his slim hips.
Mom's head hovered over his groin. She held his cock at the base, circling it with her thumb and forefinger, holding it upright for her sucking mouth.
The cock itself was planted deep in her mouth.
Bob Preston stood on his knees with his cock planted in his wife's pussy. He held her broad wiggling hips as he fucked her from behind.
His cock was thick, hard, hot. It filled her pussy, thrilling it with deep surging strokes which made Mom feel like she was melting in her pussy.
Daddy reached around under her and took hold of her breasts, one in each hand, with their stiff nipples jutting out of the bottoms of his fists.
As he fucked Ellen, he pumped and pulled her heavy breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. His fingers writhed and pulled the soft flesh.
Ellen's head bobbed up and down as she sucked her son's cock, while her wide hips rocked back and forth under the influence of her husband's hard-friving cock.
Mark's cock was hot in her mouth's grip, and each sucking pass of her lips over the rigid length of his red penis made it burn hotter.
She' sucked wetly and vigorously, saliva spilling on her chin and mouth, spattering on the mattress between Mark's long spread legs.
His back was cushioned with heaped pillows, which cradled his moaning form. He was practically crying with ecstatic excitement.
He pumped his hips, forcing his cock forward when Mom took it deep into her mouth, rocking it back when she pulled her lips up to his cock head.
Daddy fucked Mom from behind, forcing squeals from her each time he pushed his cock head up to the depths of her pulsing pussy.
His cock coursed over her silky membranes, heating, sizzling to erotic fever. His hips rocked her ripe buttocks when he put it deep into her pussy, working the cock head so that it bumped the mouth of her womb.
Mom took Mark's cock all the way into her throat and held it there, her mouth molded around the shivering shaft which twitched on her tongue.
Mark came with a cry of passion, his cock jerking on her tongue. Mom's sucking mouth pulled at the penis as semen spurted from its swollen head.
His come shot down her throat, which eagerly slurped and swallowed it.
Mom pulled at his penis with her wet-satin mouth and her silken throat. Come slid down her gullet in thick oozing gushes.
Her husband fucked her with ardent enthusiasm, driving his cock deeper and faster with each stroke, gasping for breath from the exercise.
He was rewarded by his shattering orgasm. He buried his cock in her, keeping it there, clutching her broad hips and pulling them into him.
His twitching cock spurted semen deep into her sex, filling her with thick cream.
Mom swallowed the last trickling drops of come which oozed from Mark's cock head. She had milked him dry. He slumped back in the pillows.
Mark gasped and sighed. His cock jerked in Mom's mouth. She kept it in her mouth for a long time, supporting it on the quivering platform of her tongue.
Dad pulled out of her, his cock head popping free from her pussy. Semen smeared on her pussy lips, some of it spattering wetly on the bed.
Mom took her mouth off Mark. As she lifted her head, her lips, pressing his cock, sucked up all excess semen and saliva, which she swallowed down.
She took Mark's rubbery, flexible cock, sticky with semen, out of her mouth.
She pressed her tongue tip to the tip of his cock, then licked her teasing way down the shaft to his swollen, ultra-sensitive balls.
Mom glided her tongue over his balls. The tight globes rippled under the sensual friction of the tongue gliding across them.
Mom kissed his balls lovingly, then lifted her head from her son's crotch.
Mom stretched out on the bed, on her back. She lay there, sighing heavily, her nipples throbbing, her pussy lips, wet with semen, quivering.
Mark swung his legs over and lay down beside her. Daddy lay on her other side, so that Mom was flanked by the naked males of her family.
Her massive breasts bobbed as she sat up and covered all three of them with the sheets and blankets. They snuggled together, mother, father, son.
Mom put an arm around each of her men, and pulled their heads to her bosom.
There was more than enough breast there for two. Bob nuzzled Mom's right breast, while Mark wrapped his mouth around his mother's left nipple.
Mom enjoyed the happy sensation of having both breasts sucked and licked at the same time. A pair of hot licking tongues doubled her pleasure.
While licking the stiff throbbing pebble of her nipple, Dad reached down between her legs and opened her thighs for his fondling fingers.
Her pussy was warm and sticky with his semen. His fingertips brushed her clitoris, slowly building up a stimulating fire in her clitoris.
Mom rocked her hips in response to the fingering, while her nipples were sucked by both males. Sexual fire seethed through her.
Her husband's love leaked out of her pussy, smearing on his fondling fingers and on the sheets. Mom was taken higher and higher.
Mark greedily sucked Mom's throbbing nipple.
His mouth was stretched to its greatest width, so he could take not only her nipple and the wide brown roseate which surrounded it, but plenty of her rich warm white bosom flesh as well. His mouth was filled from roof to tongue.
Mom shivered, shuddering as she was brought to a shattering climax.
Gasping and writhing, she sank back on the bed. Her husband and son pressed her on either side, blanketing her with warm male flesh.
Mom stretched out her hands, reaching between Mark's legs, and Bob's, too. Each hand closed on a cock, and held it safe and secure.
Time passed. After a while, Mom let go of the male members. Bob and Mark slept.
Mom sat up and climbed off the bed at its foot, so as not to disturb either male. She pulled the blankets up to the sleepers' necks, tucking them in.
Semen oozed inside her. She didn't bother to pull on her robe, but padded naked down the hall to the bathroom.
The tiled floor was cool against the soles of her bare feet. Mom heard a door open, followed by the sounds of movement.
The bathroom door opened, Linda sticking her head in. A wicked smile crossed her face when she saw her mother all naked.
Mom was pleased, too. She pulled her older daughter into the bathroom and closed the door. Linda's face was sticky with Jane's juices.
Jane slept in her own bed. Linda had been going back to her room, when she heard her mother coming down the hall on her way to the bathroom.
Mom sat on the white plastic toilet seat lid. She pulled Linda down on her lap. Linda's ripe buttocks nestled in Mom's broad warm lap.
Mom put an arm around Linda's waist, pulling her closer. She kissed Linda on the mouth, imagining that she could taste Jane on Linda's tongue.
Linda played with her mother's big breasts.
Linda had an abundantly endowed bosom herself, and it was no mystery where she had inherited it from.
Linda hoped that someday she would be as big as her mother. She had already made a fine start in that department.
Mom felt and fondled Linda's breasts. The soft mounds jiggled, the pink nipples tingling, puckering, then becoming stiffly erect.
Mom cupped the girl's breasts, weighing them in her palms, letting the soft smooth bosom flesh ooze over the edges of her palms.
She pushed the breasts forward, plumped them up, pulled them apart. She playfully pinched the throbbing nipples, tweaking them tenderly.
Linda squirmed with hot excitement, her buttocks rubbing the smooth warm thighs of her mother. Mom kissed her daughter on the mouth.
After some moments of hot kisses and even hotter caresses, Linda slid off Mom's lap and got on her knees at Mom's feet.
Mom told Linda that she could clean Daddy's come out of her pussy.
Mom planted her feet on the floor, letting her knees fall apart, exposing her black bush and thick-lipped fleshy pussy.
Linda moaned with hungry wanting she was an insatiable oralist.
She put her head forward, between Mom's spread smooth thighs, and pressed her face against the crotch, kissing it hotly.
Pussy lips, fat, fleshy, sticky with semen quivered under Linda's kisses.
Linda pushed her tongue up inside Mom, penetrating her.
Mom's membranes pulsed from the penetration. She moved forward, her plump pink buttocks squeaking against the smooth white plastic toilet lid.
Linda's probing tongue was engulfed with semen, thick and creamy, oozing and dripping from the walls. Mom ground her sex against her daughter's licking face.
The pussy lips spread, smearing semen on Linda's mouth, cheeks, chin.
Linda licked and lapped, her tongue burrowing deep, swallowing down her Daddy's come. Mom shook and shivered with delight, shaking all her soft masses of flesh.
Mom rocked her hips, throwing her pussy in Linda's face. Her nipples stood out stiffly on her tits, which bobbed and bounced from the activity.
Linda reached up, her groping hands climbing her mother's soft rippling belly to fasten on her breasts, taking one in each hand.
Mom clapped her own hands over Linda's, pressing the girl's hands tightly against her bosom flesh. Linda kneaded the breasts, playing with them.
Linda worked with loving diligence, and presently her mother's pussy was clean and seashell pink within, tongued free of Daddy's semen.
Mom was still wet inside. Under the stimulating influence of Linda's licking, fresh juices oozed from the pores of the pussy which had just been licked clean.
Linda licked and slurped. Mom guided Linda's head up her crotch, turning the girl's oral attention to the fat marble of flesh which was her clitoris.
Mom gasped and sighed time and time again as Linda massaged the clit with her tongue.
Linda's hair bobbed and tossed as her head moved up and down on Mom's pussy.
Mom reached her climax.
Her masses of flesh shook as though powered by an internal vibrator, her breasts, belly, and thick thighs rippling and jiggling.
Mom shook and shivered on the toilet seat as Linda's sucking, licking mouth brought her to a sweetly shattering orgasm.
Mom's pussy quivered and pulsed against Linda's mouth. Mom closed her thighs, pressing them against Linda's head, pressing Linda's face harder against her pussy.
Mom stifled a groaning cry of lust. Her red face was taut and lined, her mouth wide open and hissing with heated breath.
Her knees fell open, spreading her thighs to the sides. Linda lifted her wet face from the pussy, which was frothy with her silver saliva.
When Mom recovered, she patted her daughter lovingly on the head. She stood up, bright smears of sweat marking where her plump buttocks had rested on the toilet seat.
Linda got to her feet. Mom embraced her, kissing her on the mouth.
Linda stepped out of the bathroom so Mom could take care of her private business.
Mom emerged a moment later. Mom circled her daughter's waist with her arm, and walked the girl down the hall to her room.
"We'll have lots more fun tomorrow," Mom promised.
Mom tucked Linda into her bed. Her heavy breasts dangled over Linda's face, brushing them when Mom leaned over to kiss her goodnight.
Mom closed Linda's door and went down the hall to her bedroom. As she neared the door, she heard the sounds of love coming from the bed.
Mom peeked into the room. In the dimness, she hade out three bodies writhing on the bed. Her younger daughter Jane occupied the place on the bed which Mom had vacated to go to the bathroom.
Jane's pussy was being eaten by her brother Mark, while Daddy kissed and licked her breasts.
Smiling to herself, Mom returned to Linda's room, sharing the bed with her delighted daughter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Early Saturday morning, Daddy was delighted by his two darling daughters.
Despite the earliness of the hour the sun had barely risen the entire family was up and awake. It would be a big day.
With all the promised ecstasy to come during the rest of the weekend, time was too precious to be wasted in something so ordinary as sleeping late.
Mom was in the kitchen, preparing a big breakfast. This sexually active and intense family would need to eat well to maintain strength and vigor.
Mark had followed his mother downstairs, leaving Daddy and the two girls on the second floor. Jane and Linda entered his bedroom.
It was dim and dark, warmly intimate, the only light being cast by the lights of the hall which shone through the open doorframe.
Jane and Linda crowded at the door, looking in. The pair of beauties were warm and sleepy-eyed, with their hair charmingly disarranged from the previous night's rest.
They were nude, their bodies sleek and pink and shining, the hairs of their tufted bushes as disarranged and delightfully curled, as the hair of their heads.
The giggled and whispered. Jane stood behind Linda, and the pink pointed tips of her breasts grazed her sister's back.
From the downstairs kitchen came the distant rattling of plates and dishes, the sound of cupboards opening and closing, as Mom prepared breakfast.
In his bedroom, Daddy was alone in the big bed, but not for long.
He lay on his side, seemingly sleeping, with the blankets and covers wrapped around himself.
Daddy stirred, then rolled over on his belly, with his head buried in his arms. He sighed heavily, but said nothing was he sleeping?
The girls exchanged glances, looks passed between them which were sly and devilishly lustful. The girls tiptoed into the room.
Neither of them bothered to close the door behind them. If Mom or Mark should happen along and wanted to watch or even join the fun, they were welcome.
The girls approached Daddy from either side of the bed, Jane approaching on the right, Linda from the left.
The girls were sleek lovely creatures, their pink bodies all taut and sleek, firm with youth, their breasts full, their bottoms rounded.
Jane hopped down on the bed and climbed under the covers, sliding in beside Daddy. At the same time, Linda got down on the other side.
Daddy had been pretending to be sleeping, but no man could just lay there when two such gorgeous and ardent youngsters pressed against him.
Daddy slept naked. His muscular body was warm under the blankets, and the hair on his body was like soft fur against Jane and Linda's sleek hairless bodies.
Jane pressed up against Daddy, running her hands over his strong shoulders.
Linda leaned into him, so that her breasts pressed his broad back.
Daddy raised his sleepy face out of his arms and looked first right, then left, at the daughters who flanked him under the blankets.
"Good morning, kittens," he said.
Jane pressed hot kisses on his face. Daddy kissed her on the mouth, then turned and pressed his puckered lips to Linda's bold ripe mouth.
Daddy rolled over and lay on his back. A bulge in the blankets covering his crotch showed that he sported a massive erection.
His aroused condition was admired and desired by his daughters.
Daddy lay back, with his arms across the girls, hugging both beauties. He wanted to watch the two sisters kiss and caress each other.
Jane and Linda eagerly followed Daddy's suggestion. They leaned over him, their mouths meeting in a long kiss over his chest.
Linda's hair, the tips of it, brushed Daddy's chest. Thrills pulsed and vibrated up and down his stiff penis, which jerked under the covers.
Linda fondled Jane's pert, pear-shaped breasts, the globes rippling under Linda's soft touch, the nipples hardening to stiff pink points.
Daddy smiled happily. He caressed both girls. Their breasts dangled ripely over him as he lay on his back and the girls kissed over him.
The girls soon broke off the kiss by mutual consent. They had come into the bedroom for the enjoyment of their father, after all.
Linda pressed herself against him, her full breasts flattening against his chest, her hard fat nipples throbbing against his flesh.
She clamped her open mouth to his and kissed him, working her tongue in his mouth.
Jane crawled down under the covers, where it was dark and warm. Daddy's flesh was so hot that it burned the smooth skin of her face as it touched it.
Jane's mouth watered as she moved her head over Daddy's crotch. His quivering cock brushed her soft downy cheeks, and was caressed by her silken hair.
Jane took hold of his stiff erection, which throbbed in her hand.
It was a morning hard-on, and seemed more than usually rigid. It was so stiff that it trembled from tension in her grip.
Jane raised her head over Daddy's cock. She pressed her puckered pink lips against the cock head in a long and thrilling kiss.
Daddy squirmed as Jane kissed and licked his cock head. At the same time, Linda fed Daddy with her bountiful breasts.
While he lay on his back, Linda placed her palms on the mattress on either side of his head, and moved her upper body from side to side.
Her lush breasts slapped softly, stimulatingly, against his heated face. He had a bit of beard stubble, which rasped thrillingly against her sensitive skin.
Daddy stuck out his tongue and pressed it to Linda's nipple, which throbbed with rigid arousal. Saliva shone on the pink point.
Linda rubbed her breasts across his mouth so that both her nipples were licked by his slippery wet tongue. The nipples throbbed heavily.
Jane stretched out on the bed, her lower body coming out of the blankets. She lay with her head down at Daddy's crotch, and her feet up by his head.
The lower half of her body, from the waist down, was uncovered and left beautifully bare. Her saucy cupcake buttocks jiggled.
Jane lay on her tummy, with her head hovering over Daddy's groin. She guided the cock head to her lips and took it between them.
Daddy squirmed when his younger daughter rubbed his swollen cock head against the slippery roof of her mouth, then pushed her tongue against his shaft.
Her lips closed on the cock head below the rim of the bullet shaped head.
Linda was all wet inside her pussy. Her nipples, ultra-sensitive to pleasure, tingled from the licking and light nibbling Daddy had done on them.
Linda climbed up out of the covers and knelt on the mattress at Daddy's head.
Daddy reached out, resting one hand on Jane's rump, which wiggled and jiggled as she took his cock deeper into her mouth and throat.
While Jane sucked him he fondled her rear, kneading and squeezing the buttocks, rubbing them, working them like putty in his hand.
He moved his hand down lower, past the rounded moons of her ass cheeks, and pressed her taut smooth thighs, which were pressed together.
Jane opened up at his touch, moving her legs apart, exposing the pink slitted lips of her pussy below the white and shining globes of her bottom.
It was Jane's turn to squirm when Daddy's fondling fingers moved over her pussy, feeling and fondling the contoured folds of pink pussy flesh.
The soft warm labia heated up at his touch. His fingertip slid down the slit where her pussy lips came together, feeling the stirring of moisture within.
Jane responded to her father's handling of her soft parts. Her hips rocked up and down, with her tufted little bush pressing against the sheets.
She took Daddy's cock deep in her throat. The length of his red rod shone with her sweet saliva, which oiled the cock as it moved over her lips.
Linda climbed on Daddy's face. She straddled his head, facing his feet, planting her knees on either side, her taut smooth thighs pressing his cheeks.
Her pussy hung poised over Daddy's eager face. He sniffed the rich fresh aroma of her pussy as the musky juices of arousal stirred within her.
He turned his head to the side to kiss her soft smooth inner thighs. His licking tongue left wet smears on her inner thighs.
Her bush tickled his nose. Linda wagged her tail, rubbing her soft pussy lips against Daddy's nose and mouth. His puckered lips planted kisses.
Linda sat on his face, hissing with pleasure as her pussy lips pressed his mouth.
The pussy lips split and spread, fastening to the lips of his open mouth. Her slippery wet membranes, seething with heat, were exposed.
She settled down on Daddy's face. She gasped as his tongue lanced up inside her, penetrating her pussy, slipping deep into her.
Daddy tasted the juices oozing from the pores of her fresh seashell-pink pussy. The taste of her was sweet on his tongue.
His mouth was dry from a night of sleep, and the juices which oozed inside her were deliciously refreshing. He lapped for more at the source.
Linda sighed and shivered. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his mouth, riding his face for their mutual pleasure.
While Daddy ate the pussy of one daughter, he fingered and fondled the pussy of the other daughter who sucked his cock.
Jane's head bobbed up and down under the blankets. Her hair spread over his hips and thighs, swirling across his flesh as she moved.
She sucked him wetly and deeply, taking his rod deep into the back of her throat, her saliva spilling into his bush, wetting it.
Daddy pressed the tip of his middle finger against the slitted lips of Jane's pussy and pushed it inside, in deep.
Jane gasped as his finger penetrated her. Daddy pushed it deep, burying it up to his knuckle. Her wet membranes seethed around the invader.
Daddy pushed it in and out. Juices shone on his digit. Jane rocked her narrow hips back and forth in response to his fingering.
Her secretions oozed on her pussy lips, making the labia wet and sticky.
The fingering only added to Jane's erotic tension. She increased the rate at which she sucked Daddy's cock, her head bobbing up and down.
Her mouth was molded around her father's member. His cock was thrilled by the satin touch of her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth.
Daddy responded, his buttocks clenched, his hips rising off the bed as he pushed his rod deep into Jane's mouth when she took his cock deep.
Linda rode Daddy's mouth with wild abandon. Her heavy breasts flopped wildly as she rode back and forth on his face.
Daddy's tongue tip pressed her clitoris. Move as she would, forward, backward, or sideways, the tongue never left her throbbing clitoris.
Each stimulating pass her pussy made over his mouth increased her arousal. Linda took hold of her tits to keep them from being thrown about by her now-frantic movements.
Daddy's face was engulfed by the sleek wet heat of her pussy, while his cock was similarly engulfed by the wet heat of Jane's mouth of pleasure.
Jane knew that Daddy was ready to come.
She was careful not to become so excited that his stiff penis slipped from her sucking mouth at the crucial instant.
Daddy's hips rose up off the bed, his cock twitching on Jane's tongue.
Jane took the cock head deep into the back of her throat.
Daddy came.
His cock shook and shivered in Jane's mouth. Her lips hugged the base of his thick and spurting shaft as semen splashed the back of her throat.
His back was arched, his hips raised, and his buttocks were off the mattress, as his coming cock shot semen down his daughter's golden throat.
Jane milked him dry, holding the cock in her mouth, swallowing the semen which gushed from the red, swollen cock head.
Daddy's finger was planted deep in her pussy, and wiggled wildly.
Linda cried out when her own orgasm hit her. She shook, shivered, and tossed her head like a bucking mare when she climaxed.
She stopped rocking and sat in one place on Daddy's face. She ground her pussy against his mouth, while her thighs tightly gripped his head.
He felt the orgasmic convulsions of her pussy against his mouth as she came.
He lifted his tongue from her clitoris, which had been licked to the ultimate degree of sensitivity, and could bear no more arousal.
He retracted his tongue, but he kept his mouth molded against her quivering sex.
He was weak and moaning from the orgasm which Jane's sucking mouth had brought him. His moans rippled through Linda's sensitive pussy.
Jane sucked and swallowed, Daddy's thick cream oozing down her throat. She kept her mouth no his cock and milked him dry to the last drop.
Linda, weak and shaking from her shattering climax, rose up on her knees, withdrawing her wet pussy from Daddy's face.
Daddy's red face was smeared and shiny and his mouth was open and gasping for breath.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Mom and Mark enjoyed a special pre-breakfast treat.
Mom was not entirely naked. She wore a kitchen apron, a full-length apron which covered her front from her shoulders to her thighs.
The apron's thick cloth straps stretched over her smooth shining shoulders. Her front was covered, but her rear was left beautifully bare.
The front of the apron was pushed out of shape by her heavy breasts. Her fat nipples, now flattened in their non-erect state, were still thick and fleshy against the fabric.
The hem of the apron came down to the middle of her plump thighs. At the apron's waist was a drawstring which was knotted in a bow at the small of her back.
Her shoulders, the long smooth lush curves of her back, her waist, her rounded heart-shaped ass, and her long legs, were fully exposed.
Mom wore fluffy slippers which scuffed softly on the linoleum floor as she finished making the last of the breakfast preparations.
Mark had dutifully followed her downstairs. He had set out the places at the table, and now his kitchen chores were completed.
Mom stood at the sink, her buttocks rippled." Looking over her shoulder, smiling warmly, she called her son to her.
Mark joined her at the sink. He wore a pair of baggy pajama bottoms, and a robe over them. His torso was bare under the robe.
His arms encircled Mom's waist. She leaned back into her boy, so that the ripe round globes of her naked bottom pressed his groin.
Even through the thin fabric of his pajamas, Mark felt Mom's body heat. She moved her hips from side to side, massaging his member with her soft flesh.
Taking hold of his hands, Mom guided them to her chest, fastening each hand on one of her breasts, and pressing her hands against his to hold them there.
Mark eagerly kneaded and fondled her breasts through the apron. Her nipples stiffened and throbbed through the fabric.
Mom rubbed her bottom against his cock and balls. His penis jerked, tingled, grew into a rigid erection which throbbed against her flesh.
Mom moved away from the sink. She spread her feet on the floor and leaned forward from the waist, bracing herself by pressing her palms against a counter top.
The fat fleshy lips of her pussy were revealed under her ripe rounded buttocks. Mom looked over her shoulder and summoned her son.
The crotch of Mark's pajamas bulged from his erection. Mark pulled down his pajamas, which slipped down his legs and fell at his feet.
His hard penis jerked up and jutted horizontally from his lean hips. Mom reached behind herself, gripping the head of his throbbing cock.
Pulling gently on the cock head, she guided the boy to her. He pressed up against her rear, his throbbing cock gliding over her soft buttocks.
Mom raised her hand to her mouth and sucked her fingers wet with saliva. She smeared the saliva between her legs, rubbing it inside her slit.
Her pussy lips were wet and dripping. She wiped the last bit of saliva on her son's cock head, greasing the head of his thick red dart.
Mark was on his toes and moaning from the sensual treatment. Mom guided his cock head down below her ass cheeks to her pussy.
Mark gripped his shaft and pressed the cock head against her pussy lips.
He pushed the cock head inside her. Mom oohed and aahed as she was entered.
Mark moaned as he pushed his hips forward. Mom shoved her plump rear backward, taking his cock deep inside her dripping sex.
Saliva from her mouth, and secretions from her pussy membranes, greased the entrance of her son's rod inside her. Mark penetrated her deeply.
Mark started thrusting, a skinny smooth kid with a stiff cock fucking a full-bodied, big-breasted, wide-bottomed woman.
Mom's tits heaved and strained against the front of her apron, straining the seams of the material. She worked her hips back and forth.
Mark wrapped his shaking hands around her warm wide hips. Her flesh was smooth as butter and softer than silk and warm as toast.
Each pass of his stiff cock over her satiny membranes heated him to a greater degree of arousal. His small rounded buttocks were clenched with tension.
He pumped away, working his stiff cock in Mom's pussy. Mom encouraged him on with hoarse, whispered words of love and desire.
The red shining rod of his cock pumped in and out of her pussy.
Mark rose up on his toes to push his penis as deep as he could inside Mom's pussy. Mom shivered and shook with arousal.
She worked her hips more eagerly, meeting his deep thrusts. She and Mark moaned, desire forcing cries of ecstasy from mother and son alike.
It didn't take long for Mark's stiff penis to glow a hot and angry red color, and to twitch heavily inside the silken passage of Mom's seething, slippery sex.
Mark plunged his cock deep inside his mother, and came.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mom took a loving licking from her daughters, while Daddy and Mark watched.
It was mid-afternoon, and the family was gathered in the living room for fun and games. Curtains were drawn tightly over windows.
Inside the house was a timeless world, sealed off from the outside. The only light was the light of lamps. Neither day nor night existed in the house of incest lust.
Mom stood nude in the center of the living room floor. Her legs were spread, with her feet planted about shoulder-width apart.
Jane knelt in front of her mother, while Linda occupied the rear. like their mother, both girls were equally naked, with pink shining skin.
Jane's face pressed Mom's crotch, with her licking mouth wrapped around Mom's pussy. Saliva dampened Mom's bush and thick, warm, quivering labia.
Jane's face was wet and red and shiny with smeared juices. Her lips were glued to Mom's pussy lips, while her tongue penetrated her mother's dripping sex.
Mom's interior seethed with wet heat which rolled on Jane's pink pointed tongue. The tongue rolled over quivering membranes.
Jane knelt with her long thin legs folded under her, and her ripely rounded rear resting on the backs of her heels.
Her nipples were stiff pink points jutting from her pear-shaped breasts. Jane's knees were spread, opening her pussy to her fondling hand.
She pressed her fingers against her thin-lipped pussy and rubbed it as she licked and tongued her mother's sex.
As she touched herself, her pussy lips warmed and darkened with the dusky glowing blush of arousal. Moisture oozed inside her.
Linda was as busy as her sister Jane. Linda knelt behind Mom's back, with her face wedged between Mom's buttocks.
Linda was more or less in the same position as Jane, except that the coed stood on her knees, while her hands gripped Mom's plump thighs.
Mom reached back behind herself, each hand gripping one of her buttocks, the soft smooth excess flesh oozing and jiggling.
She pulled her buttocks to the sides, opening the inner recesses of her ass for Linda's kissing mouth and licking tongue.
Mom's ass-hole was pale brown, wrinkled, tight and flexing. It quivered when Linda's puckered lips pressed it with many satisfying deep kisses.
Mom's ripe buttocks pressed Linda's facial cheeks. It was warm, humid, and sticky inside Mom's ass, the ass-hole quivering on Linda's loving lips.
Linda pressed her tongue tip against the flexing folds of the hole, which quivered with added excitement from the tonguing.
Linda's tongue traced the shape of the wrinkled folds of flesh, greasing them with saliva, exciting them with a tongue massage.
Linda pressed her tongue tip against the quivering hole and pushed inside it. Mom was very tight in her rear; Linda had to push hard.
Mom grunted when the tongue pushed past her anal ring and penetrated her tight and creamy rectum. Her membranes pressed the invading tongue.
Linda's parted lips rimmed the hole, pressing against it as she plunged her tongue within.
At the front, Jane pushed her tongue to the top of the slit, where Mom's clitoris throbbed with impatient eagerness for oral arousal.
Mom quivered and moaned as the tongue whipped across her sensitive node of flesh, firing pleasure through the clitoris.
Her pussy seethed with erotic heat which rose up inside her belly. A second wet fire was stoked at her rear, where Linda tongued her ass.
Mom was getting it at both ends, and loving it.
The dual oral delights made Mom shiver and moan. Her sweating face glowed with red color, while gasping cries were forced from her.
Mom was weak in the knees. Her legs trembled. She rested her hands on Jane's smooth narrow shoulders, clutching them to keep her balance.
Mom rocked back and forth, tongues working at her clitoris and rectum.
Her naked unbound breasts were jiggling pillows of flesh, the tips of them stiff fat nipples which throbbed with urgent lust.
Mark and Daddy watched the show. Both males were hot, excited, and hard.
Mark sat naked in an armchair, leaning so far forward that he was almost out of the chair. His cock was stiff and jutting.
His wide eyes were magnetized by the scene of female orality, as his sweet teen sisters mouthed Mom for her pleasure.
His hand was between his legs, gripping his cock. Unconsciously, unaware of what he was doing, he pulled and kneaded his hard penis.
He squirmed, fidgeting breathlessly. It was exciting to watch Mom and the girls work out, but he wished that at least one of them was available for his pleasure.
Daddy was as excited as Mark, as his erection demonstrated. His rod was thick and red, stiff as a piece of pipe or a length of cable.
Mom reached her peak arousal. Her sobbing cries of lust came constantly.
She put one hand on the back of Jane's bobbing head. Her other hand reached behind her, and fastened on the back of Linda's neck.
Mom climaxed.
As she came, she pulled Jane and Linda to her, grinding their faces into the flesh of her crotch and her bottom.
Jane was engulfed by slippery membranes and liquid heat. Her nostrils and mouth were filled with pulsing pussy flesh.
The membranes rippled convulsively against Jane's mouth as Mom came.
At the same time, Linda's hot wet face was buried between Mom's plump buttocks. Her sucking mouth was clamped to the quivering ass-hole.
Linda's tongue was plunged so deeply inside Mom's rectum, that the root of her tongue was sore and aching.
Mom's soft masses of flesh, her breasts, buttocks, belly, and thighs, shook without restraint as her orgasm rocked her.
Mom looked dizzy, as though she might faint from pleasure. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, and breath hissed through her clenched teeth.
Mom gave a final convulsive shudder, then abruptly relaxed as the mainspring of her sexual tension was unwound by the climax.
Sighs, deep and heavy, shook her breasts. Mom swayed, then clutched her two daughters to keep her balance. A groaning gasp rose up from her.
Mom came quite undone, thanks to her shattering orgasm. Waves of erotic afterglow, hot electric pleasure flowed through her.
Such intense pleasure left her breathless. Mom went to the couch after disengaging herself at both ends from Linda and Jane.
Jane's red face was shiny with secretions and saliva. Her face was creased by pleasure, since she had continued to rub her pussy throughout the oral encounter.
Jane's fingers were wet, and they writhed over her thin-lipped pussy, whose lips were heated to a rich red dusky color.
She pressed her thighs closed, squeezing her fingers even harder against her pussy. Her breasts jiggled as she gasped for breath.
Linda was also stimulated, while Daddy was ready for her. His stiff penis bobbed as he rose up out of his seat to meet her.
Linda was on her knees, while Daddy approached her from the front. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth was open for his rod.
When she went to kiss his cock, Daddy eased her down on her back on the carpeted floor, Linda's breasts and buttocks jiggling as she lay down.
He got down on his hands and knees and crawled around her, moving up to her head. She reached for his cock, grasping at it.
Daddy planted his knees on either side of her head, then leaned forward until he crouched over her, his cock head jutting inches from her mouth.
The thick red dart of his cock rose stiffly from his hips. His balls were tight in the bag, swollen in their sac of flesh.
Daddy crouched over his daughter, his head poised over her pussy.
Linda opened her legs for him. Daddy pressed his palms on either side of her lushly curved hips, which showed womanly charms.
Linda reached under him and gripped his cock. The hot rod throbbed in her hand. She rubbed the swollen cock against her face.
The member twitched and jerked. She licked the squirming head, her tongue tip darting over and in the thin slit in the center of the cock head.
Daddy planted hot kisses on his daughter's pink pussy, the labia coming alive, quivering under his massaging lips.
He darted his tongue in her. She was wet, her juices thick and tasty on his tongue. His tongue rolled over her membranes, lapping juices.
Linda moved beneath him, moving her hips, pressing her pussy against his mouth. At the same time, she took his cock in her mouth.
Daddy moaned when his daughter's wide red lips wrapped around his shaft. The lips glided over his hot penis flesh as she mouthed her father.
Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked. His cock' was caressed by the velvet bed of her tongue, which wrapped the underside of the rod.
His mouth pressed her pussy. His tongue rolled up the slit, licked the labia, and pressed its tongue against a pearl of a pulsing clitoris.
Moans rose up from Linda as he licked her clit. Her moans rippled through his cock, which was so stiff that it seemed to shake with vibration.
Linda reached up, wrapping her hands around Daddy's hips, pulling him to her so she could take his cock deeper into her mouth and throat.
Daddy licked, nibbled, tongued, chewed, and lapped at the juicy pussy writhing under his mouth.
Mom was so drained from the delicious afterglow of the dual eating given her by her daughters, that she could only stagger to the couch and throw herself down on it.
Sighing heavily, glowing with pleasure, Mom stretched out on her back on the couch, her full-bodied form sinking deep into the cushions.
She closed her plump shining thighs, pressing them against her pussy. Sensation shot through her each time she squeezed her sex.
Mom shivered with afterglow, but Mark was not neglected. Jane stopped fingering and fondling her pussy in order to enjoy a more sociable arousal.
Jane rose up and went to Mark, her eyes shining, her hair bobbing over her smooth shoulders, the wave of hair swirling over her breasts.
Mark started to rise from the chair to meet her, but Jane pushed him back down. She was wet and ready for immediate action.
Mark's cock rose up from his hips as Jane mounted him. She faced him as she swung her long lean legs up over his thighs, straddling him.
She rested some of her weight on his shoulders. The soft promise of her pussy was poised over his quivering cock.
Mark gripped his penis, his fist closing around the base of the shaft, the red head jutting from the top of his hand.
Jane's lean thighs flexed with bands of muscle under soft skin.
Her pussy lips, quivering under the sticky coating of secretions which had oozed from inside her, touched down on the tip of the penis.
The cock head pried open Jane's pussy lips, entering the creamy sleek membranes. Mark moaned as his cock head was clutched by her tight little pussy.
Jane shivered, her face glowing and her voice gasping, as she took her brother's cock inside her. Her own weight, sinking down on the shaft, impaled her.
The cock filled her. Jane sank down on it, until her pussy lips pressed the base of Mark's shaft. He shivered with arousal.
The backs of her taut thighs rested on the tops of his thighs. Now that he was inside her, Mark took hold of Jane's narrow hips.
Jane rocked back and forth. When she moved backward, tilting her upper body away from her brother, her hips tilted forward.
She clutched his smooth sweating shoulders to keep from falling. Her head was tilted back, her hair streaming down her back.
Moving her upper body backward caused her hips to push forward, grinding hard against his cock and taking it even deeper.
When she rocked forward, pressing her body against him, she slipped her hips backward, away from him, so that his cock partially slid out of her.
Back and forth Jane rocked in this fashion, riding her brother's cock.
When she pushed forward, she rubbed her breasts against his gasping face. His greedy mouth sought her nipples, kissed them, licked them.
Jane rocked faster and faster. Groans, sighs, gasps, were forced from brother and sister as the cycle of their sex moved hotter and higher.
Mark's hands tightened on her lean hips and pulled her to him, planting his cock deep in her pussy, so that she sat impaled on it.
He threw his head back, his face contorted by his orgasm.
Semen jetted from his cock, spurting thickly into Jane's tight hot passage.
Jane's tight pussy clutched the coming cock, milking it. Jane shivered with her own orgasm, her cupcake buttocks rippling with excitement.
Her nipples were so stiff and hard that they ached. Jane rubbed her breasts against her brother's face and pressed a nipple to his mouth.
Moaning as semen was squeezed from him, Mark wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked it as he and Jane shared a mutual orgasm.
Daddy brought Linda to orgasm before her sucking mouth made his cock come.
But he was less than half a minute behind Linda, and she was determined to get him off, even though she writhed under him in her own orgasm.
Her wet pussy quivered and pulsed, heat rising from the pussy and sweeping through her until she thought she might faint from the heat.
All the same, she kept her mouth wrapped around. the stiff cock, whipping her broad tongue against the hot red underside of the cock.
Daddy's knees, planted on either side of Linda's head, moved farther apart, forcing his hard cock deeper into her throat.
Daddy enjoyed the moans of arousal and orgasm which shot through his hard cock as they were squeezed out of Linda.
His cock buzzed, vibrating in her mouth. His balls nuzzled her. Her lips pressed his shaft, and her tongue whipped his cock to orgasm.
Daddy's cream, thick and, gushing, jetted down Linda's throat.
Linda gulped, swallowing it down. The cock quivered in her mouth, fat throbbing gushes of come pumped from the column of red rigid flesh.
Through eyes glazed with pleasure, Mom watched her family writhe in sweaty sexual fever. Mom smiled as she anticipated the erotic joys which would follow this afternoon's session of incestuous oral love.
CHAPTER NINE
Saturday night orgy time!
The loving family assembled in the living room. The air was thickly charged with sexual electricity, desire, lust.
Earlier, the living room had been prepared for this night's session.
The furniture, the couches and comfortable armchairs, were pushed back against the walls, clearing a large space in the center of the floor.
Cushions were raided from the furniture, and were heaped in profusion on the plushly carpeted floor. Mattresses and pillows added to the total of cushions.
The air was faintly sweet with the fragrance of incense, which Linda had burned in order to increase the romantic and sensual atmosphere.
The family members themselves were freshly bathed and attractively dressed in clothes which were almost formal. All of them looked their best.
Mom looked more like a movie star (a mature one) than a housewife and mother of three. She was sleek and stylish and voluptuous.
Her hair was neatly restored. Her form was fitted into a clinging black velvet gown with a plunging neckline and bare shoulders.
Her face was made up, brows darkened and arched, eye lashes thick and full, lips painted ripely red and glimmering with wetness.
The gown clung to her lush curves. Her shoulders were bare and white and shining, and the fullness of her bosom jiggled in the breast cups which held it.
Her nipples, flat but fat, jutted against the black velvet.
The hem of the gown was loose and flowing, and swirled around her slender ankles. But the gown was also slit up the sides, to the middle of her thighs.
Mom's legs were sheathed in sleek skin-tight seamless stockings, dark, which were held in place by the garter belt she wore.
High heeled shoes accented the contour of her shapely legs, and made her rounded buttocks jut out even more prominently.
Linda wore a tight red dress. Thin shoulder straps passed over her bare pink shoulders, while the front of the dress was stretched by her breasts.
Linda wore stockings and red patent leather high heeled shoes. She felt ever so adult and wicked with the high heels and stockings.
Jane wore a sweet white dress, very frilly and girlish. It was tight in the bodice, which cinched her little tummy in even more than normal.
The skirt flared out from her hips, and swirled in folds of pleated fabric around her long thin legs. Her pert breasts were high and firm.
Jane's hair was decorated with white ribbons, while Linda wore a red velvet choker collar around her pink throat.
Daddy and Mark were handsomely dressed in jackets, dress shirts, ties, slacks and shoes, their faces scrubbed and their hair neatly combed.
Sex was a feast for all the senses.
Excitement was increased if the family didn't loll around all weekend in the nude.
There was something additionally exciting about dressing up for a special occasion even if the family members had only dressed so that they would have the excitement of stripping off their clothes later.
It was early in the evening. The family had dined on a light but delicious meal, which had been accompanied with welcome glasses of wine.
The family members were pleasantly filled, but far from stuffed. No one ate too much, since they didn't want to slow themselves down for the action.
Faces warm and flushed from the glow of good food and wine, eyes glittering, the family group gathered in the living room.
They shared an after-dinner drink of delicious brandy poured into fragile glasses. The family stood in a circle, clinking glasses in a toast.
The brandy was tasty and warming. Jane gulped hers quickly. The brandy was warm, a tongue of fire slipping down her throat.
When the drink reached her tummy, it kindled a warm glow there. Jane shivered and hugged herself, pressing her arms against her breasts.
Daddy put down his glass and reached for
Mom. Jane, Linda, and Mark smiled among themselves as their parents locked in a hot embrace.
Mark reached for the sister nearest to him, which was Linda. Linda smiled, her breasts pressing his chest as she leaned against him.
She was almost taller than him. He kissed her on the open mouth, pushing his tongue inside Linda's mouth and rubbing hers.
He placed his hand on the rounded curve of her ripe rump, feeling the buttocks jiggle through the fabric of her dress.
Linda leaned into him, her hips pressing his groin, brushing fire into his cock. His penis quivered and jerked inside his shorts.
As the kiss continued, his cock rose and thickened in the crotch of his trousers.
Mark's delight was doubled when Jane patted his bottom. She kneaded the rounded buttocks with her soft hands, making Mark's cock quiver and jerk.
Linda disengaged from Mark, and Jane took her place. Mark kissed her with equal fire. Jane giggled, teasing him about his aroused condition. His cock bulged in his trousers, rising up in a tent-like mound.
Mark put his hand on Jane's bosom and squeezed her breasts through her white dress. The lacey front of her dress was decorated with various little ribbons and buttons and satin bows, which made her look demurely innocent.
But Jane was anything but demure. As she kissed Linda on the mouth, her tongue fencing with her sister's, she groped Mark's cock through his pants.
Daddy felt and fondled his wife. Her ripe lips were warm velvet, her mouth was all honey and spice, her tongue was rubbing against his own.
He fondled her shoulders, sliding his hands down them, rubbing the swelling tops of her breasts, rippling them in the black velvet cups.
Mom and Daddy broke off their kisses, and stood side by side, an arm circling each other's waist, their hips and thighs touching.
They called their children to them, and Linda, Jane, and Mark joined them.
Mom smiled with knowing lust when she saw the stiffness in Mark's pants. She teased him about it, making Mark blush and fidget.
Mom wanted to see his stiff penis. She reached for his pants, opened his fly. Her hand slipped inside, squeezing his cock.
She fumbled with his member, which was covered by the white cotton undershorts he wore. She couldn't pull his rod free from the pants.
Chuckling, she suggested that the young man's sisters take off his clothes, and reveal his nakedness to all the rest of them.
Jane and Linda pressed against Mark, rubbing their soft hips and softer behinds against his groin, further heating up his swollen cock.
Linda worked on his upper body, while Jane attended to the lower half.
Mom's heavy breasts threatened to spill from her breast cups as she leaned over and opened Daddy's fly and reached inside.
Daddy wore a pair of loose-fitting boxer style shorts, unlike the tight white cotton jockey style underpants worn by his son.
Mom reached into the flyhole of his shorts and fumbled his stiff cock out, pulling it out his open zipper so that it jutted from his pants.
His penis was a rigid rod of erect flesh, the head splendidly swollen, the red shaft circled by fat blue veins which throbbed heavily.
Mom gripped the cock, squeezing it, squeezing lustful moans from Daddy.
Linda kissed her red-faced blushing brother as she unknotted his tie and took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.
Jane got on her knees. She wore white stockings and white shoes with pointed toes, high heels, and little straps which crossed the tops of her small exquisite feet.
She knelt so that she faced her brother's bulging crotch. Mark squirmed happily from the fondling she gave his erection through his pants.
Jane unbuckled his belt and opened the top of his pants. His fly was already open, thanks to Mom. Jane pulled his pants down his legs.
Mark's stiff penis thrust against the crotch of his white cotton shorts.
The member stood straight and tall, pressed against his flesh, with the red tip of the cock jutting over the elastic waistband of the shorts.
Linda took off his shirt, adding it to the neatly folded pile of his clothes which lay on a side table, while Jane pulled down his shorts.
Mark's stiff cock popped free from his pants, bobbing and jerking. It was red and rigid, and hung over a pair of tightly swollen balls.
Jane seized the bobbing cock and kissed the head of it. Linda patted and kneaded Mark's bare buttocks, feeling the smooth soft flesh.
Mark's pants and shorts hobbled his ankles. Jill playfully caught hold of his hand and tugged him down to the floor.
Mark fell awkwardly but painlessly, since the floor was heaped high with cushions and mattresses, leaving hardly a square inch of carpet uncovered.
He fell on his back. Giggling, Jane and Linda took hold of his feet and lifted his legs off the floor, each girl holding one foot.
They pulled off his shoes and socks, then wrestled his pants and shorts down his legs, leaving Mark totally naked.
While her son was stripped by her daughters, Mom had pulled and kneaded her mate's cock, which now burned red and hot in her hand.
Daddy pulled down the black velvet cups which held Mom's breasts. Her massive bosom tumbled free, the flesh rippling, the nipples stiffening.
Daddy opened the zipper at the back of his wife's dress. The smooth shining white flesh of her dimpled back was exposed as the dress was opened.
He tugged the gown off her wide hips it rustled down her legs to the floor.
She daintily stepped out of the black velvet gown, hpr breasts dangling heavily and lusciously as she bent down to pick up the gown.
Her wide white hips were circled with a frilly black lace garter belt. The lace flounces of the belt fell like veils on her soft hips.
Four fat frilly garters hung down, their glittering metal tabs pinned to the dark tops of her nylons. Mom took down her panties.
Her bush was a dark furry triangle in the middle of her wide white hips, partially veiling her thick and fleshy pussy lips.
Her sex looked twice as lewd, thanks to the frilly lingerie which framed it.
Her plump buttocks jiggled as she moved, the rounded cheeks shining over the tops of the nylons sheathing her legs.
Jane and Linda came over to undress their father, while Mom went to her son, who lay on his back on a pile of cushions, his cock jutting.
Mom stood at his head, placing her high stiletto heels on either side of his face. Looking up, Mark saw her thick-lipped, heavily bushed pussy.
Mom's hand drifted down between her thighs, rubbing her sex. Her thick legs bent at the knees, as she lowered herself to straddle her eager son's face.
Her stockinged thighs bracketed his head. He felt her body heat shimmering through the stockings which sheathed her plump thighs.
Her pussy was richly fragrant with the musky perfume of arousal. The rich aroma tantalized Mark, making his mouth water.
Her pussy descended, hung teasingly over his puckered lips which ached to cover them with kisses, then dropped down on his mouth.
Mom squatted on her boy's face. Mark attached his open mouth to her pussy.
She was wet and dripping, her juices smearing on his face. Her bare breasts shook when she shivered with pleasure at the penetration of her pussy by his tongue.
Mom rocked back and forth on his licking, lapping mouth. Her eyes were glazed and glowing with pleasure as she watched her husband and their daughters.
Jane and Linda eagerly pressed against their father, rubbing their flesh against his, pressing their breasts, buttocks, bellies and thighs against him.
Their soft hands caressed him all over as the stripped him of his garments, as they had done with their brother a short time ago.
Presently Daddy stood stark naked on the living room floor, his thickly swollen cock beaded at the red tip fo the head with a drop of semen.
He had Jane and Linda undress each other. Off came Jane's white dress. It took Linda a while to undo all the many buttons of the garment.
Jane's pert breasts jiggled freely, the nipples stiffening under Linda's loving touch. Linda took off her sister's dress.
Jane wore a frilly, lacey white garter belt to match her shoes and stockings. Daddy told Linda not to undress Jane any further.
Jane wore no panties. Her bush was fluffy and her pussy lips were dusky and glowing.
Jane took off Linda's red dress, which came off easily. Linda wore a red lace garter belt which was identical to Jane's, except for the difference in color.
Mom had bought the garments for the girls, and she had had to do some searching to find them in the girl's sizes.
When Linda's dress was removed, the entire family was stripped for action.
CHAPTER TEN
Mark's loving mouth moistened Mom's pussy for Daddy's thick hard cock.
Mom was down on her hands and knees, her fat brown nipples stiff at the tips of her heavy dangling breasts.
Her buttocks wiggled as she shook her behind invitingly an invitation which her husband was about to take her up on.
Mom's hands and knees sank deep into the mattress on which she knelt. The roaring fire in the hearth, the sole source of illumination in the living room, made her flesh glow with warm red highlights which shone like neon.
Her pussy lips, warm and quivering, were saturated with a dripping coat of Mark's saliva. The incestuous mother was equally wet inside her slit.
Daddy stood on his knees behind his wife. Her rear was white and rounded, her pussy wet and quivering. He guided his stiff cock between her legs.
Just as his wife had been wettened by the oral services of her son, Daddy's cock was wet and tingling from the sucking Jane had given it.
Daddy rubbed his cock head against Mom's quivering pussy. She moaned, moving her hips up and down as his cock head rolled glidingly over her sex.
He pressed the tip of the cock against the pussy lips and sank it inside her.
Her labia were spread by his cock head. Mom grunted, then sighed with rising lust as the rigid red shaft penetrated her.
Holding tight to her wide warm hips, Daddy sank his cock deep in her pussy.
He began to thrust, his buttocks hard and tight.
As her husband fucked her pussy from behind, Mom reached for Linda, who stood the closest to her. She pulled Linda to her.
Linda got down on her hands and knees, assuming the position which Mom suggested.
Linda's lush buttocks jiggled as she crawled to her place in front of Mom. The teen's ripely rounded buttocks were inches from Mom's face.
Mom rubbed her face against the smooth soft hairless globes of Linda's behind. The buttocks rippled as the hot face glided over them.
Mom licked Linda's behind. She darted her pink tongue out from her ripe red lips, then rolled the broad flat part of it over Linda's ass.
Linda moved her hips in response to the tonguing, resting her forearms on the mattress, while her stiff-nippled breasts grazed the mattress.
Mom's mouth, sighing from the slow steady and deep fucking which her husband was giving her, moved down from Linda's bottom to her pussy.
Feeling the mouth against her sex, Linda moved her knees farther apart, opening her thighs and delivering up her pussy to Mom's mouth of fire.
Mom fastened her red lips to Linda's pussy lips, which glowed warmly. Linda shuddered from excitement as Mom's tongue followed the folds of her quivering pussy.
Mom's hands fastened on Linda's hips, her palms sweaty, her fingers sinking into soft flesh. She urged Linda to move more to the side.
Now Mark moved into position. Linda, sighing with excitement, fondled his smooth inner thighs, his bottom, his hard stiff penis.
Taking his position in the group, Mark lay down on his back in front of Linda's head. His body was turned at an angle, so that it curved back toward his parents.
On his back, Mark stretched his legs on either side of Linda's kneeling form. Her head was held over his cock and balls.
His balls tingled and his cock jumped and jerked when the soft tips of her hair brushed his genitals. Her warm soft breath excited him more.
Linda took hold of the rod of his cock a rod which Mom had not brought to orgasm when Mark had gone down on her pussy and took it inside her mouth.
Mark whimpered with heated lust as his stiff red cock was enveloped by his sister's wet, warm, sucking mouth.
His mouth was open and moaning from the pleasure of having his hard cock sucked. His mouth was just ready for his sister Jane.
Jane completed the group. Smiling widely, she straddled her brother's head, so that her ripe cupcake buttocks rested on his chest.
Her soft smooth thighs pressed his sides. like Mark, like Linda, Jane too took her position at an angle, rather than a straight line.
Jane sat on Mark's face. She leaned forward, rubbing her thinly bushed pussy against Mark's mouth. His lips fastened to her sex.
Jane now faced Daddy's back. The family unit was in the form of a circle, a line which curved back on itself and closed the circle of flesh.
Daddy's back was sweating, the muscles flexing and rippling, his buttocks hard and tightly clenched as he thrust his cock in and out of Mom's pussy.
Leaning forward, Jane nuzzled Daddy's sweating buttocks, rubbing her hot face against it. Daddy's cock jerked when Jane kissed his rear.
Jane pressed her white even teeth on a fold of his taut bottom and nibbled it.
Lust seethed and smoked in the circle of incestuous lovers.
Each family member was plugged into another, forming a chain of flesh.
Daddy fucked his wife's wet pussy, Mom tongued Linda's pussy, Linda sucked her brother's cock, Mark mouthed Jane's thin-lipped sex, and Jane kissed and licked her father's ass. The circle was closed.
Daddy's cock pumped in and out of Mom's pussy, each stroke over her membranes caressing his flesh, heating it to new fevered peaks.
His excitement only doubled when his daughter Jane's tongue rolled over his ass. His sensitive bottom flesh tingled under her sweet warm breath.
Linda's juices were smeared on Mom's licking, sucking face. Wet sounds came from between Linda's thighs, where Mom mouthed her pussy.
Mom's tongue caressed heat and fiery excitement into Linda's sex. Her clitoris glowed red and hot, sizzling when a tongue crossed it.
Linda's head bobbed up and down, the tips of her hair flailing Mark's hips, cock and balls. She circled the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger.
She held his cock straight up, while she massaged it with her sucking mouth. The cock quivered and jerked as it was fondled by her velvet tongue.
Linda sucked Mark wetly and noisily. Saliva drooled from the corners of her stretched mouth, spilling on her chin and his swollen balls.
Moaning Mark rocked his hips, moving them in time to the thrusts of Linda's mouth up and down the flaming red pole of his penis.
His moans were muffled by Jane's pussy, which pressed his mouth. Her thighs pressed his sides with their soft smooth warm flesh.
The weight of her was firm and yet not unpleasant. Her squirming buttocks pressed the top of his chest, while she ground her pussy against his mouth.
The thin lips of her pussy burned with erotic heat. Between the lips, inside, the membranes seethed with even greater heat.
Mark's tongue thrust in and out of her pussy, lapping her juices. He paused only long enough to swallow them, then continued the tonguing.
Jane moved so that the top of her slit pressed his puckered lips. The little pink pearl of her clitoris throbbed against the wet insides of his lips.
She rubbed her clit against his puckered lips. His tongue darted, flicking over the node of flesh, stroking sizzling heat into it.
Jane leaned way far forward, thrusting her oozing pussy even harder and tighter against her brother's mouth.
She wedged her face against Daddy's wet sweaty buttocks, forcing her narrow face between his ass cheeks, where it was warm and sticky.
Jane kissed his puckered hole, licking the wrinkled folds of it.
Daddy reached his peak arousal. His hips pumped with frenzy, so that his cock was a stiff red blur plowing the pussy of his wife.
Her plump buttocks jiggled under the steady impact of his hips when he shoved deep into her. He held her hips as he penetrated her to the pit.
His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb. His rod of flesh was holstered in her silken sizzling pussy. His erection twitched, then orgasmed.
Semen, thick and gushing, was pumped from his swollen balls, up the column of stiff red flesh which was his cock, and into his wife's pussy.
Mom whimpered when her man came inside her. Her whimperings were buzzing vibrations which rippled through Linda's pulsing membranes.
Squeals and sighs were forced from Linda. Mom's tongue whipped the girl's clitoris, flashing over it in a heated frenzy.
Linda took her brother deep into the back of her golden throat. When she knew that he was going to come, she clutched his erection in her mouth.
Her lips held the base of his cock. In her mouth, Mark's penis swelled as he came, the rod twitching and jerking on Linda's tongue.
The cock head was wedged deep. Semen jetted from it, gushing thickly.
Linda slurped, sucked, and swallowed. Thick come slid down her gullet.
Jane had to stop licking her father's ass. She was too feverish to do anything but sit up straight on her brother's face and ride his mouth to orgasm.
That orgasm was not long in coming. Mark's tongue and licking lips, working relentlessly on her pussy, brought Jane to her climax.
Jane's thighs squeezed his sides, pressing her pussy harder against his face. She tossed her head back and shook it from side to side.
Mark's mouth felt the convulsions of her pussy as she came. The slippery membranes pulsed and quivered where they pressed his lips.
Sighs, sobs, gasps, and moans sounded around the circle of flesh, as the various participants reached their own shattering orgasms.
Flesh was joined to family flesh. Jane and Linda were sleek and lithe and glowing from the climaxes which had left them dazed and breathless.
Blinking the sweat from his eyes, his cock still stiff and throbbing inside his wife, Daddy looked around at his family and beamed with pride.
