What is the line between living life and being a glutton concerned only with sensuous pleasures?
This simple story of a family trapped in its own self-made web of sexual gluttony has the impact of a morality play told in soap opera terms. The problems are those of mankind. The solution is the reality of every great work from the Bible to the Classics.
Sex is the motive behind most of man's behavior according to many theories of psychiatry. And it is not surprising that most transgressions of the social code fall into the realm of incest within the family unit. Only the family generates security and cohesiveness, and it is within the family that the insecure seek security in emotional and sexual contacts.
Incest is not new. Physical love of a daughter for a father, a mother for a son is recorded even in the Bible. But the emotions behind such love are made tangible in this book.
As each step unfolds, the action creating a sense of guilt, then of fright, forces the individual affected into even worse behavior. Nothing so accents abnormal behavior as the pressure generated by abnormal behavior.
The circle tightens around each of the participants in this story.
As they follow out their preordained paths by taking the first step, each individual becomes the center of a vortex. They suck others into their web. They cannot break free themselves, and therefore they use sexual blackmail and coercion to disguise themselves as the "sinners" that they are.
Lust begets lust. It is an unthinking emotion ruled by the penis and the vagina.
The only way to break free of this self-imprisonment created out of one's own lust or gluttony is to grow bigger than the problem. This is not new advice. But it is the truth espoused by theologians and psychiatrists alike.
Not everyone can do it. That's why there are dope addicts who die dope addicts, perverts who follow their perversions to the end, liars, cheats, thieves, gossips, adulterers, sadists, hypocrites, bigots and almost every other facet of society that comes to mind. It is ridiculous to think that each of these individuals is what he is by choice. Most people aspire to be better. But they need more than simple desire. They heed to grow first.
In our story, Neal grows from a simple youth to a maturing male. He is still selfish, still self-centered, but he learns enough to grow outward-to put aside some of his own gluttony to encounter reality. And when he does this, he breaks free himself.
Neal does not become sexless. He becomes "sensible". In his case, he no longer lets his penis lead him. And, even more important, he puts his hand inside each other person's vortex and attempts to help that person grow free too!
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CHAPTER ONE
Donna, letting the towel fall to the floor, looked in the mirror at her reflection. As she glanced at her firm, round breasts and let her eyes sweep down to her crotch, the realization that she was alone tonight disturbed her. The brown hair around her vagina, curly, and moist revealed the passionate urges she felt. Turning around, she strode naked over to the bed and lay there by herself.
She was thinking of her husband Tom and how much she wanted him tonight. She could almost feel his hot hands searching her body. Reaching down, she stroked herself and imagined what it would be like to have Tom's huge, pulsating penis driving into her. It excited her, just thinking of it. But Tom was gone for another week, and she had to reconcile herself to this fact.
In the stillness, she heard sounds. Pulling her hand from her vagina, she got to her feet. She slipped into a negligee quickly and, opening her bedroom door, tiptoed down the hall. The sounds were coming from upstairs. She knew Cami, her daughter, was out on a date. And she thought her seventeen year old son, Neal was out too.
Yet the sounds were coming from his room. As she moved closer to Neal's room, she could hear a rhythmic beat to the sound, and this bothered her. Opening the door quietly, just a crack, so she could see what was happening, she saw a horrifying sight. Neal was on his knees, grasping his huge penis-shaft, and pulling it savagely. Glancing down at his bed, he was intently focusing on a centerfold of a naked woman whose body stimulated him as he jerked off.
This was wrong and she knew it was. She wouldn't tolerate it any longer.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" she demanded, barging into her virile young son's bedroom.
Frustrated by her spying, angry over the interruption, he felt embarrassment over her catching him. Nevertheless, he blurted, "Beating my meat, Mom-you want to do it for me?"
Going over to the bed, she reached out to pull the centerfold picture of the totally nude woman away from him.
"I thought you had a date tonight," she said evenly. "I heard noises up here and I didn't know who it was."
"Damnit," he fumed, as she folded the magazine nervously, and walked away from him. "I did have a date, but I didn't score!"
"You're too young for sex," she insisted. "I'm glad you didn't score-as you call it!"
The magazine dropped to the floor, and she bent down to pick it up. As she did so, Neal got a good look at her firm, round breasts and her thatch of brown pussy hair. His penis hardened all over again, and he suddenly wanted to ram it into her.
"Sit down, Mom," he said softly. "Let me tell you about the birds and the bees."
Donna did feel a magnetic pull toward her naked son. She had missed her husband's sexual contacts for two weeks, and now, she felt some satisfaction just looking at Neal's enormous penis.
"Go ahead," she said, finding it difficult not to look at his well developed male member.
"All right, Mom." He smiled, glancing at her naked breasts, through the sheer blue nylon of her negligee. "Every guy has to get his rocks off when he hits sixteen-I mean the balls are working overtime then."
"I-I never knew that," she admitted.
"Well, it's the truth," Neal insisted. "And a guy has to catch as catch can."
"You can catch some pretty bad things these days," she said nervously, feeling a hot and sudden urge for her son's body surging through her.
Reaching out, Neal let his hand fall on her thigh and he smiled innocently up at her. Now his hand parted her negligee and he began exploring her breasts. He loved the nipples which became erect at his touch.
She could constrain herself no longer. Reaching out to grasp his penis, she slowly began stroking him. She looked down at her son's nude body, admiring his muscular chest, his firm thighs and huge penis.
"You could take care of me," he said huskily.
"If you promised not to mention it to anyone," she replied, her eyes glazed with lusty emotion, and desire.
Suddenly, the guilt of what she was doing seized her. "Honey, I can't have sex with my own son," she insisted. "I don't know what came over me-"
"There's nothing wrong with it," young Neal insisted. "Who would ever know?"
"We would," she said evenly.
"Oh, Mom-what am I going to do?"
"Take a hot shower-anything," she urged. "But we've already done too much."
"Maybe you could massage me after I shower," he pleaded, still eager to have her touch him-all over.
"All right," she finally agreed. "But what if your sister comes home."
"Cami has a heavy date tonight," he laughed. "Some stud who won't bring her home early, you can bet your ass on that!"
"Tell me," she sad urgently, "do you know if your sister is a virgin?"
"I know she isn't," he chuckled.
"How do you know?"
"I caught her making out with Raymond one night!"
"Raymond?" she shook her head in despair. "That dum-dum! I'll have to speak to her about him."
"I'm going to take my shower now." he smiled. "And then you promised you'd rub me down."
Raymond wasted no time getting into the shower. The hot water streaking across his body gave him a wonderful feeling. And it was all Donna could do to go down to her bedroom for some rubbing oil, as she found it fascinating to watch him shower. He was soaping the length of his shaft, getting it clean.
"Be back in a minute, son," she said, stepping out of his room and going downstairs.
She was glad she had figured some way out of having sex with him she thought as she went to her bedroom for the massage oil. Yet just thinking about that huge shaft of his made her body tingle. She could almost feel it sliding into her, and this made her pussy moisten. Once more, she looked at the door length mirror in her bedroom admiringly. Letting the negligee spread apart, she complimented herself on her breasts not sagging. She let her hands massage them, and then she explored down her belly to her misty vagina. Lust and turmoil gripped her now as she felt bumps of passion form on her skin.
She got the massage oil and hurried back to her son's bedroom. Neal was just emerging from the shower. As she looked at her son's handsome, muscular body, his penis was pulling her to him like a magnet. Guilt was gone-desire had taken over.
Carelessly, she tossed the negligee on the bed as she took it off, giving him a total view of her nude body.
"I'm going to massage you now, honey," she said. "Just stretch out on the bed."
"Oh, Mom, are you ever beautiful," Neal observed. "You've got a great shape." His eyes flitted from her round breasts, with their rosy-red nipples down to her pussy power zone.
"Oh, thank you, dear," she smiled. "Nice to be appreciated. I guess you are sensual-just like your father and I are."
As Neal lay down on the bed, he asked her, "what is sensual, Mom?"
"Sensual, dear," she replied, "is sexy-"
"Oh, you mean horny?"
As she got on the bed and straddled his naked behind, she said, "Yes, you might say-horny!"
Neal looked in the mirror at the reflection of his Mom over his. She did look appealing, bending over him with her full, round breasts as her hands reached out to massage up and down his spine.
"You sure know how to give a good rubdown," he told her.
"Yes, I do," she admitted gladly. "Your father taught me how to massage. You see, he goes to those massage parlors when he is away from me, and they rub him."
"All over?" Neal asked, as he enjoyed the fingertip pressure his mother used to massage up and down his spine.
"All over," she replied. "Even his ass, his balls and his you know what!"
"You mean his cock, Mom?"
"So your father tells me," she said quietly.
"Don't you get jealous?"
"Why should I dear?" she asked, moving farther down, so her hands were gripping his ass-cheeks now.
"Well, I mean-you could get jealous with another woman playing with Daddy's cock. Does she make him cream too?"
"Yes," Donna admitted. "Your father and I don't have secrets. When he's away from me a week or so, he has to get relief, so it is either have a call girl come to his room, or doing it at a massage parlor."
"That's where I should go," Neal said firmly.
"You are too young, honey," she insisted.
"That's what you think," he laughed, as his mother massaged his buttocks.
Her hands continued gliding over his tightening buttocks. Huskily, she said, "spread your legs for me."
She got off him and sat beside him. He spread his asscheeks and begged, "Rub my balls for me, Mom."
If that was what he wanted, she would do it. Her hands smoothed over his asscheeks. As she played with him, her fingers reached down to play with his balls and all around his ass. He lifted up and back to help her. He felt her fingertip circle his anus and drive him to near madness.
His whole bottom trembled as his anus sucked in her finger.
"That feels good," he panted.
"It's good for you, dear," his mom assured him. "This is the prostate massage."
Bending over, she let her naked breasts brush over his buttocks. He loved the feeling of her smooth breasts touching him as her finger plunged rhythmically in and out of his twisting behind.
Her lips pressed on his back as she kissed him. He knew he had her now, and wanted to flip over fast so he could show her his huge cock.
"Mom-move off," he panted. "I've got something I want to show you."
She pulled her finger out of his asshole and he turned over, exposing his huge pecker to her view. His body vibrated in anticipation now. She slowly rubbed his chest with oil as her naked boobs bowed to touch him.
"You are well developed," she smiled.
He nodded as she let her hands continue roaming around his oil-slick body. Reaching for his dong, she began stroking. Fantastic sensations surged through his legs as she began playing with his balls, pulling on them, squeezing them.
"Any chick ever suck you, son?" she smiled.
Neal shook his head, his cock quivering.
Bending over, her lips went to the head of his dick and he thrust forward. She accepted her son's cock in her mouth, smoothly sucking on its meaty head. Now she was going out of her mind with pleasure and passion.
"Suck me," he whimpered, his legs stretching taut, his pelvis thrusting forward, his hands reaching down to guide her head over his cock.
Her mouth sucked smoothly as her head bobbed up and down. He never knew sex could be so slick, sliding, so pleasurable. His mother's blowjob was teaching him a new way of love. He'd always thought about ramming it up a chick's pussy. In all his wet dreams, he was driving it home up the cute little cunt of some hot chick at high school who turned him on.
"Let me shove it up your cunt, Mom," he told her.
Shaking her head, she continued eating his cock. Neal figured she was hooked on cock. Grasping the base of his penis, she went to work with her hot mouth.
"Suck me-suck me off," he gasped as he felt his mom's hand grip his penis tighter, as she sucked on it wildly.
The warm velvet of her hot, sliding mouth was bringing him to a quick climax.
Neal lunged farther now, grabbing her head as he plunged his cock farther in there.
Mom licked her son's exploding cock greedily. She didn't pull her mouth off his rigid dick until she'd consumed his thick, creamy sperm.
"Oh, Son," she exclaimed proudly, "you've got quite a pecker hanging between your legs."
"It is not hanging, Mom," he corrected her. "It's standing straight up-ready for action!"
Bending over, she let her tongue lash the crown of it. Proudly, she reached down and cupped the balls in her hand.
"You see, Mom," Neal explained, "I have trouble going to sleep with my repeater peter. It shoots off once and the cock still doesn't go down."
"I can see you have problems," she smiled. "But Mom will take care of that!"
Neal smiled.
"Don't tell anybody," she insisted, "they'd hate us!"
"And call us names?"
Squeezing his shaft, her eyes growing misty as she thought about it, she nodded. "And not very nice names either-like motherfucker!"
Donna reached up, placing her hands over her son's lips as if to seal them in silence.
"Honey, dirty people talk that way! I do love you-and you love me, don't you, baby?"
Neal nodded, his penis starting to go limp as he suddenly became aware of how society looked at their sexual relationship.
"Did you ever do this to dad?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted freely. "Your father is quite a man, and he likes his sex-all kinds of sex."
"Dad ever eat your pussy?" Neal asked curiously.
It began to be difficult for Donna to tell her son any more of the intimate details of their sexual life. She was starting to see the terrible trouble she was in if she couldn't resolve their relationship fast.
"Mom-I'm asking you-did the old man ever eat your snatch?"
"Yes, dear-he did," she admitted. "And he loved it-said I was sweet and juicy!"
"Can I-Can I eat your pussy, too?" Neal asked, a bit of embarrassment surfacing as he saw her response.
"Honey," she told him, still caressing his big balls. "I couldn't let you do such a thing-it wouldn't be right!"
CHAPTER TWO
For a moment, Neal was silent. He was thinking about how much fun it would be to slide his eager, young tongue up his mother's cunt. Calculating that he might persuade her if he caressed her vagina, he reached down between her legs and softly moved his hand back and forth in loving caresses. His eyes focused on her vagina. The curly pubic hair fascinated him.
He bent over, and let his tongue trace along her slit, flipping it gently. Donna couldn't take this. She loved having his mouth over her mound.
He looked at her, a delighted smile playing about his lips. "Why don't you smother me with your pussy, Mom," he asked her bluntly. "I could lie on my back, and you could straddle my face. I did it once-"
He cut his sentence short as he noticed his mother's lips tighten.
"You did it once?" she demanded. "Who with?"
"Aw, forget it, Mom. Let me eat your snatch-please! I'm horny again."
"No, I'm not doing another thing with you until I found out whose pussy you ate!"
"Does it mean that much to you?"
"Certainly, it does," she declared self-righteously. "You are a minor, and I am your Mother, and I guess I have a right to know who you're eating-don't I?"
"All right," he finally blurted. "If you must know-I sucked Susan Blair's cunt one night along with a lot of other guys at a party."
"Sounds nice," she said, getting to her feet, and pacing the floor. "The first time you do something intimate like that it is supposed to be something beautiful, done with feeling. Judging from what you tell me, it was a disgusting spectacle. Susie Blair is a slut, and everyone on the block knows it too."
"All right, let's drop it!"
"Not until you've told me all the details of this disgusting little episode," she insisted.
"Oh, it was just a way to get a head job on a wholesale basis," he explained. "I mean, we each paid Susie five bucks, and she blew us-"
"Good grief. How many?"
"Fourteen or fifteen guys," he admitted sheepishly.
"I don't see how you could do such a thing in your right mind-"
"I was tripped out on L.S.D.," he confided. "Sucking with Susie made it a nice sex trip!"
"And you took turns eating her, I presume," she fumed. "Hmph, I'm disgusted with you! Have you no character?"
"Some people might say I had no character to be fucking you, Mom," he reminded her.
"Well, anybody who knows your mother knows she wouldn't stoop to giving fifteen head jobs, and then allowing my sex organs to be contaminated with all those slimy tongues. I'm sick to my stomach thinking of it."
"Then, I would suggest you forget about it," he said flatly.
"All right," she agreed. "As long as you promise not to get involved with anything as sick as that again."
"All right, Mom," he smiled. "I'm saving all my sperm for you."
He lay back, and she finally did straddle him. He thrilled to the feel of her moistening mound as she pressed it close to his lips. Letting his tongue slide along her slit, he became more and more excited every moment.
Donna was delighted that her son was so impressed with her pussy. As his sticky, hot tongue lashed along her vagina, she felt her body trembling.
Reaching up, he gripped her bosoms and played with them. She loved the feel of his fingers on her breasts, massaging the nipples, pinching them lightly.
But most of all, she loved the sliding, hot tongue driving into her tight channel, exciting her as she'd never been excited in her pussy before. It was true that her husband had made love to her down around her genital zone and now and then had slid his tongue into her twat. But it had been in a half-hearted manner, and this was what tormented her. She wanted someone to put zest into the tongue movements, to stab up there with hot, lusty desire. And now, that this was happening to her, she became so passionate she was trembling all over. She couldn't help but wonder if Neal noticed. But, he was so busy, with his nose pressing at her vagina, she knew it wouldn't be long now.
Her son's tremendous tongue stabs got her more and more excited.
"Keep sucking my pussy," she pleaded. "Slide your tongue all the way in, Son. Keep that up!"
His hot tongue flipped back and forth across her clitoris, and this drove her wild.
"Baby, eat Mama's sweet snatch," she groaned in delight. "Brace yourself, cause I'm going to-to-gush!"
Suddenly, the hot, juicy spray flashed into his mouth as his lips pressed down tighter on her pussy.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes," she grunted as his hands swept from her bosoms to her buttocks. Squeezing her ass cheeks, he held her in place.
He went on licking away inside her vagina until he'd lapped her juices away. Withdrawing his tongue, he was about to ask her for another fuck. But Donna knew he could make her come again in an instant.
"Neal," she begged, "you've gotten me so excited-I'm-ready to juice some more."
Neal wasted no time in slipping his tongue back in her slit. He was delightfully rewarded with the delicious taste of more pussy juice. His hands gripped her asscheeks, and he held her in place while he finished eating her.
"Suck my pussy. Suck Mama's pussy," she panted. Her fingers running through his hair now. "Ohhh, ahh-yes, baby, yes," she groaned in delight. "Eat my sweet snatch!"
He marveled at his mom's reaction, realizing she far surpassed Susan's cunt for juice.
"Now, baby-now-I'll do anything to excite you. Anything. You've got me more stimulated than I've ever been in my life-baby!"
She got off him and smiled down at his naked body. "Honey, you've got a real hard on."
"All for you. The balls, too," he grinned.
Reaching down, she began massaging his nuts the way he wanted her to.
"I read you, baby," she assured him as she gripped his big balls and tugged on them, teasing him, exciting him. Grasping his pecker with one hand, she let her other hand stimulate and excite his balls.
"I have an idea you'll enjoy what I'm going to do to you next, honey," she smiled. "I'm going to rim your asshole, while I jerk your big cock off."
She bent over and licked his buttocks. His ass wiggled as her tongue lashed around his ass-crack.
"Oh, Mom," he panted, "does that ever feel good when you lick around my asshole!"
Her tongue lashed his asshole with feverish anxiety as she pressed down on it. Now, he was riding her tongue and loving ever inch of it as she jabbed it farther up his anus.
"That's wild, Mom. Lick ass-suck ass! Keep it up, Mom. Ohhh, that's the way I like it!"
The big balls bounced up and down as she pulled on his pecker with a mean hand movement. Neal made it a point to keep his legs wide so she could get her tongue up his asshole as far as it would reach.
"Suck ass-suck ass!" he groaned in delight as her tongue continued sliding up there.
As Neal felt his mother's tongue slipping in and out of his slippery asshole, coupled with her hand gripping his cock and pulling it back and forth with urgency, there was only one thing he wanted-her pussy planted over it.
His ass was twisting in all directions as she gripped him tightly.
"Suck me," he groaned. "Ohhh, Mom-suck-suck my ass!" Donna could tell from the feel of her son's pulsating penis he was about to juice. She slid her tongue out quickly, slapping his behind as she made a tongue-trail up the underside of his cock, clamping her mouth on it.
"Let me fuck your pussy," he panted, "I haven't fucked your cunt. Mom-pull off my cock. Let me fuck your cunt!"
Her son's insistent plea brought an immediate response, for the thought of him riding that huge shaft up her vagina appealed to her.
Slipping her mouth off him, she nodded. "Now, son, let's fuck. Only you on top!"
She rolled over on her back, spreading her legs invitingly, as she reached down to massage her vagina.
"Come on, baby," he smiled. "Guide my pecker into your pussy!"
Reaching down to grip his huge tool, she proudly placed it even with her slit.
"Fuck me," she demanded, wanting to watch him drive into her with his manhood, with his lusty desires, with all his sexual force.
Now he was thrusting back and forth with urgency as the excitement of what she was doing turned him on-all the way. Their lips merged and he kissed her so hard she thought he'd break her teeth with such force.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "you really are turned on, aren't you, honey?"
"You bet I am, Mom," he told her. "All the way!"
He rode into her with furious force and she reached back to grip his firm, round behind. His wild, frantic movements as he drove his dick into her triggered an equivalent response from her. She grasped his plunging penis tightly with her vagina muscles, giving him a wild workout.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," she begged, reaching up to his firm, strong shoulders. Her eager, hot hands slid down his smooth back to his round behind. She massaged his asscheeks.
"Feels good, Mom," he smiled at her.
Now he rode into her with new force, for she was reaching up with her legs to grip him tightly.
"Finger my asshole," he said.
Playfully parting his handsome asscheeks, she let her finger glide to his tight, puckered up anus. Stabbing a finger into his asshole, she jarred him just a bit.
"Easy does it, Mom," he told her. "Not so hard-and fast-okay?"
They smiled at each other. She was pacing her finger stabs up his hot, tight asshole, to coincide his cockstabs up her hot, tight pussy.
"Fuck me, baby,'" she begged. "Fuck your mama!"
It bothered him that she had to say the word 'mama', for he liked to think of her as any other woman but his own mom. When she said that, the guilt surfaced, momentarily making his dick soften.
Noticing something was happening, Donna asked her son, "What's wrong, honey? You had it hard!"
"Don't worry about it," he said, not wanting to look at her face, for that was a reminder of who he was fucking. He glanced to the side of the pillow and rutted into her again, appreciating the fact her cunt muscles were giving him a good workout.
"Oh, yes, yes, fuck. Fuck it, that's the way to do it, baby. Fuck-and fuck good!"
He was bearing down on her and she was gripping his cock tightly, massaging his sliding penis as best she knew how.
"Now-now, I'm going to shoot!"
He pumped it savagely as he shot his wad.
"Grrreat!" he gasped. "Great balls of fire-what a fuck!" He felt her juicing too, in multiple orgasms, giving his hot cock the lubrication he needed to continue driving into her.
"Fuck-fuck, baby, fuck," he gasped. "That's how you do it. Ohh, ahhh-keep grabbing my dick! There's more cream in my cock!"
He was proven correct when he shot some more juice, which she eagerly accepted by grasping his cock and squeezing it tightly.
When he pulled his peter out of her, he flipped over on the bed and lay there, looking at her with admiration.
"I have such respect for you, Mom," Neal smiled.
"Thank you, dear." She nodded. "I appreciate that, and don't think I don't!"
"A lot of moms wouldn't be so understanding as you are-"
Donna smiled proudly, "I've always tried to be understanding with you, dear. It did come as a surprise to me that you'd matured this much, but you have, honey. And you are a man. A very good man, I might add."
"How do I compare to dad?"
"That isn't fair," she laughed. "Your father is a lot older than you are."
"I mean-when dad first married you and was really horny!"
"About the same, baby," she said softly. "Yes, your father was-and is, for that matter-quite a man. But he doesn't go in so much for all these different things you and I did tonight."
"That's too bad," he said. "It really is!"
"Well, dear, you young people have blazed a new trail sexually. You've thrown off the inhibitions of our Puritanical upbringing."
"You mean your folks told you not to fuck?"
"Not exactly, dear," she laughed. "How would you get here if your father and I didn't screw?"
"That's right," he chuckled. "But I mean they laid down the law-no sex before marriage, no head jobs, no pussy eating and all that crap."
"That's about the sum and substance of it," Donna laughed as she had to admit her son had said it-bluntly perhaps-but he'd scored a bullseye for what she'd been taught.
"Remember, dear," she said soberly, as she placed a loving hand on her son's limp cock, "society still won't accept what we did. They call it incest. And incest is the unforgiven sin."
"Incest?"
"Yes, Neal, that's the word they use to label somebody who crosses the line and has sex with someone in their own family."
"I guess we are a sensuous family," he grinned.
"To say the least," she laughed.
CHAPTER THREE
Fortunately, Donna left her son Neal's room before his sister Cami staggered in from her 'heavy' date. Neal couldn't help hearing her as she stumbled noisily down the hallway. He decided to give her a lecture the following day about drinking. He liked his sister very much and didn't want her to destroy herself via booze. There was also the chance she could be tripping out on something else, and this worried him even more.
Finally he did fall off to sleep, but it was a nervous, fitful sleep. The next morning, his mother left a note that she'd gone to church, and he fixed his own breakfast. When Cami finally did come down to breakfast, she complained, "I have a ghoulish headache."
"I heard you come in last night, sis," he told her.
"Was I noisy?"
"Were you ever," he informed her flatly.
She fixed some hot tea for herself. Then Neal suggested slyly, "A rubdown would do you a world of good."
"Not a bad idea," she admitted. "Not a bad idea at all."
Using a few more persuasive arguments, he managed to get her to go up to her bedroom and take off everything but her panties, and bra, and stretch out on the bed.
"I must take this bra off," he said. "I'll get some oil on the straps."
"Turn around," she chuckled, as she straightened up to remove the bra. "I don't want to turn you on."
Trying to mask his feelings, he told her emphatically, "I'm not going to get turned on with my own sister."
"Stranger things have happened," she said. "Now you can give me that rubdown. Maybe it will relax my nerves."
Neal got so excited as he began rubbing up and down Cami's back that it was difficult for him to keep his mind on what he was doing.
His fingers edged around her beautiful, big breasts which he could see easily from a side-angle view. Cami told him, "Keep your fingers on my back, little brother."
"Sure, sis," he told her as he went on massaging up and down. He applied a gentle pressure, and this pleased her no end. So when his fingers tugged at the elastic waist band of her pink panties as he drew them over her buttocks, she didn't complain.
Massaging her buttocks produced waves of erotic delight in his genital zone as his penis hardened.
"You're giving me a hard on, sis," he finally blurted.
"Funny thing," she said, turning over slightly. "I'm getting excited too."
"How about that!"
"I don't understand it," she said. "You're my own brother! I shouldn't be getting turned-on."
"Maybe we're just a sensuous family," he chuckled.
"I guess so," she said huskily, as she turned over all the way, exposing her moist crotch to his eager, hot gaze.
Reaching down, he ran his hand smoothly over her fur-trimmed, dewy triangle.
"I shouldn't get excited when you touch me," Cami told Neal.
"Don't worry about it," he insisted. "See what happens when I do this."
Neal couldn't control himself any longer. Bending over, he let his hot tongue lash away at her vagina. He could barely taste her juices from the moisture surfacing on her mound. But it only urged him on.
Plunging his tongue inside her sticky vagina, he jabbed it back and forth with lusty desire.
"Little brother," she panted, "love me-love my pussy!"
The tongue swept inside her vagina and she flipped about the bed to where he had to reach behind her buttocks to hold her in place.
"Neal, suck my cunt," she cried, clawing his hair, as he ravaged her mound. Probing, exploring, stimulating her with his hot tongue, he held her buttocks tightly.
"Eat my pussy," she panted. "Eat me-ohhh, Neal-suck my cunt! I love it!"
Nibbling on her clitoris, she twisted her ass around the bed, giving him more excitement than he'd had sucking his mom's cunt. He figured it might give her a charge if he rode his finger up her asshole.
"Suck my cunt," she cried. "That's it, lover-eat my box!"
As she felt his finger pumping urgently up her tight, anal channel, she marveled at how good it felt, coupled with his tongue slipping up her other hole.
Unable to control it any longer, Cami juiced in Neal's face and he joyously licked it up.
"Eat my pussy, eat me, lover baby!" she panted passionately. Now her thighs squeezed his face as he finished cleaning out her box.
Withdrawing his tongue, he chuckled, "I'll tell Dad you made me eat your pussy, if you won't eat my ass out!"
Cami snapped out of her dreamy aftermath of having her pussy eaten, and shook her head.
"I'm not eating your ass out!"
"I'll shower first!
"I wouldn't do a thing like that," she insisted angrily, "I just wouldn't."
"Oh, yes, you will," he said. "That is if you don't want me to tell dad."
"You wouldn't," she stammered. "Oh, Neal, you're blackmailing me-damn you."
"Is that what they call it?" he laughed, enjoying teasing her.
"Go ahead and take your shower," she said evenly. "I'll do it this time."
All the time that he was showering, she was thinking of ways to get out of doing it.
When he finally had finished, dried off, and walked out to her, she suggested, "Why don't we save it for another time?"
"No," he protested. "I want it now! Do you understand-now!"
Cami understood completely when he mounted her, and sat down on her face. He watched her as she raised her arms to grasp his thighs, which were over her.
"Lick all around the asshole," he told her. "Just like that, baby-yes-oh, your tongue tickles!"
Seizing an opportunity for an out, she declared, "If you don't like the way I do it-maybe I should stop now!"
"You're doing it all right." He smiled as he gripped his quivering cock and began pumping up and down. She liked the feel of his jerking movements as he pulled on his peter. It was evident to her he was quite a horny young man.
"Don't be afraid of it," he told her. "It's just my ass. Now, stiffen your tongue and stab it up there!!"
Stiffening her tongue, she stabbed up in a hard, driving tongue jab.
"Ohhh, ahh, yes. Yes, I like it! Just like that, sis! Suck ass! Suck ass! Ohh-ahhh!"
He was riding her tongue as his hand continued pumping on his penis. The electrical thrills that shot up and down his spine continued as he pumped vigorously, then slid up and down.
"Now, baby, let me point my pecker to your mouth so you can suck it off!"
Pulling his ass away from her, he aimed his pistol at her mouth.
"Suck my cock," he demanded as she opened up and let him slide into her face. "That's the way to do it! Yes, sis, yes-suck me-suck my dick!"
Faster and faster he thrust into her face, and she was enjoying it more and more.
Her lips fastened around the shaft. Reaching down Neal guided Cami's head as he felt hot darts of sensuous delight shooting through his body.
He loved the feel of her hands on his buttocks as he rammed away. "Keep it up, sis," Neal grunted, rutting into her face so far that his balls bounced on her chin.
"I'll throat fuck you, cock eater," he gasped, sending his huge cock surging down her throat.
"Yes, baby, yes! All the way! That's how you do it!"
The feel of her hot hands grasping his asscheeks stimulated him all the more.
"Suck that cock. Suck it off. (Jet the juice, baby-ohh, yes, yes!"
Now he pulled his penis out of her throat and let her move her hot tongue around the head of it as she sucked it in her mouth. He was trembling now, goose bumps surfacing while she sucked the thick, white cream out of his mainstem.
She was enjoying the sweet taste of his sperm, rolling it around in her mouth as she felt his balls bouncing on her chin while he continued to make short stabs into her face.
"Eat me-eat my juice, Cami," Neal panted, pushing and shooting at the same time.
Finishing, he slowly eased his cock out of her mouth, and some of the sticky sperm fell on her lips. She licked it off greedily and held onto his buttocks while she did so.
He looked at her and complimented her. "You are good at this, Sis-real good."
Cami was frowning as she thought about what she'd done out of the heat of the emotion.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"Oh, nothing," she said softly. "It's just that you are my little brother and I shouldn't be having sex with you."
"Why not?"
"Because it's wrong, that's why," she replied.
Just then he heard his mother returning, and he hastily left his sister's bedroom, darting back to his own room. He went out, after he'd dressed and deliberately avoided his mother. She wondered where he was, and came up to Cami's room.
"Did you see Neal?" she asked her daughter.
"No," she replied guiltily, "I haven't seen him."
"That's strange," she said. "I wonder where he has gone! He's such a puzzle."
"Yes, he is," Cami agreed, her eyes growing misty as she thought about the beauty, as well as the danger of their encounter.
Not knowing what was bugging her, but hardly connecting it with what had transpired, Donna left her daughter alone, figuring it must be something connected with her boyfriend.
In the meantime, Neal was walking down the street to visit his buddy Dave. He had always admired Dave and figured he was a person he could confide in-not everything, but a little. Going up to his house, he encountered Dave's father and mother coming toward him on the sidewalk and he wondered if Dave was home. "Is Dave in?" he asked eagerly.
"Why, yes, he is in," his father replied. "I'm sure he'll be glad to see you. But don't stay too long as he's studying his homework faithfully, for once."
"If you want me to buzz off, I will," Neal volunteered.
"No, I didn't mean that," he apologized. "But don't stay so long he doesn't do his schoolwork."
"All right," he agreed, not appreciating his father's badgering. He called out, as he walked in, "Hey, Dave-it's Neal! I just dropped over to rap with you."
"Come on up," Dave called back to him.
Hurrying up the stairs, he went to Dave's room and got a jolt. There was Dave, with a collection of color fuck photos spread all over the bed.
"What are you doing with these?" Neal demanded.
"Dreaming," Dave replied, not taking his eyes off the pictures.
"And you were supposed to be studying homework," Neal chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. Neal's eyes glanced about the various colorful pictures of naked couples in the act of intercourse, and his mouth watered for some pussy.
"How many of these positions have you tried?" Neal asked.
"Hardly any," Dave admitted. "And that's what bugs me. Here I'm horny and I can't find me nobody to fuck."
"That's too bad," Neal said. "I'd sure like to try some of these fucking positions myself."
"I don't blame you," Dave assured him. "Look at that tiger go!"
The naked bodies were entwined. The woman lay on her back and the man straddled her. He was thrusting into her as the woman massaged his ass with her hands.
"And look at that stand-up fucker," Dave exclaimed, pointing to one erotic photo where a woman was bending over a table, and the man was riding his cock into her from behind. It was an erotic picture all right, and it conjured up all kinds of positions in Neal's mind.
"I think he's fucking her asshole," Neal said. "It looks that way."
"It does, doesn't it?" Dave nodded. "Who do you think I could get to try out some of these positions?"
"I don't know," Neal admitted. "But maybe I could break a girl in, and we could share her. I could fuck her cunt, and you could screw her ass at the same time-how does that grab you?"
"Now, you're talking!" Dave smiled. "That sounds crazy, man. Crazy."
"Look at that guy chair fucking." Neal looked closely at the next color photo, depicting a man sitting in a chair, and the woman sliding down his cock with her back to him. One of his hands massaged her thigh while he was reaching for her breasts with the other.
"I like that one, too!" Dave smiled, pointing to the photo of the man on his back, leaning up on his elbows, as the woman straddled him and pressed her lips to his as she glided down over his cock.
"Shall we do some investigation around school," Neal asked eagerly, "and fuck in every conceivable position?"
"Yes, yes," Dave exclaimed. "If you could think of any chick we could call over right now, that would even be better."
Neal began thinking. There was one girl who'd paid some attention to Dave-Gloria. He could always phone her, and see if she'd be willing.
CHAPTER FOUR
Getting on the phone, Dave decided to call Gloria. After all, they'd have to meet at his place, so he figured he'd find some reason to get her over.
"Gloria," he began, "how's everything?"
"Just fine. Who is this?"
"Dave-Dave Miller, you remember me?"
"Oh, sure, Dave what is it?"
"I'm having some problems with that assignment in Social Studies, and I thought maybe we could study together-"
"Mom is having a bridge party over here," she explained, "so it wouldn't work out-"
"Could you come over here?"
"Oh, I suppose I could," she said quietly. "But not for long!"
"Of course not," he said. "But it would help me a lot."
Gloria agreed to drop by his place, and since she only lived a couple blocks away, they didn't have long to wait.
"How you going to get her up in the bedroom?" Neal asked. "And what about me?"
"I think you'd better drop by when I've got her naked," he said. "I can throw something out the window and you can come in on cue. When you open the bedroom door and find us both bare ass naked-she'll have to let you join the party."
"Sounds good-but will it work?"
"Sure it will work," Dave exclaimed, jumping up from his chair and going to pick a paper weight off his desk. "That is, if you pick up on my signal: this paper weight coming out the window. I'll have to distract her to throw it out without being noticed."
"Think of everything," Neal told him, "because we don't want any foul-up."
"No way," Dave replied. "We've got it down cold! Now, you'd better get going. She doesn't live very far from here. Stay in the kitchen, real quiet, until I get her upstairs. Then you can go outside and wait."
"Don't you go screwing her by yourself and make me wait," he insisted.
"Would I do a thing like that to my buddy?" Dave smiled.
"Knowing you-yes!" Neal smiled. "That's why I'm telling you, if you want an orgy-wait for me."
"Sure, I'll wait. But I've got to get Gloria so worked up, she'll want it, and want it bad, with both of us!"
Neal nodded and hurried downstairs to wait in the kitchen as he didn't want to foul anything up.
It was a good thing he left when he did, as Gloria arrived a few moments later.
"Anybody home?" she called out, as Dave hastily put away his color photo fuck collection.
"Coming," he called out, as he hurried down to let her in. Gloria walked in a bit nervously. "Where are your folks?"
"They've gone to dinner at my uncle's place-"
"Oh, so I'm alone with you. Are you sure it's homework you called me over here for?"
"Would I lie to you?"
"Yes," she replied evenly. "I think you would."
"You've got a good sense of humor," he chuckled, trying desperately to find the social studies book.
"What are you looking for?"
"My book," he replied. "I guess I left it in my room. Want to come up and see my room?"
"Do I dare?" She smiled smugly. "If you keep your room like my brother Don keeps his, I'll need a gas mask. He leaves dirty socks all over the place."
"I keep my room nice and tidy," Dave declared, trying to arouse her curiosity to where she's voluntarily follow him, eliminating any coaxing on his part.
"All right, inspection tour. But I warn you-I won't give you four gold stars unless everything is in order."
The moment she walked in she spotted a color picture sticking out from under the bed. Going over to it, she picked it up.
"This part of your homework?" she laughed.
The color picture showed a woman lying on her back, wrapping her legs around the guy's bare butt as he rode his cock into her.
"How did that get there?" Dave asked, playing dumb. But Gloria wasn't buying his act. She got on her hands and knees and began fishing the color pictures of men and women in the act of intercourse out from under the bed.
"So this is social studies?"
"Yes," Dave smiled. "Isn't fucking part of life?"
Gloria got to her feet, and smiled at him. "I thought you'd never ask."
"You mean you knew why I asked you over-"
"Sure, I did." Gloria smiled. "And I'm glad, Dave. I've had a crush on you for a long time."
"Will you let me peek at your pussy?" Dave asked, feeling of wave of embarrassment now.
"Why don't we both undress?"
"You're too much!" He laughed as he watched Gloria begin to undress. She unbuttoned her blouse and her large breasts were exposed to view.
"Don't you wear any bra?"
"I like to feel free." Gloria smiled, reaching now to slide out of her skirt. Wiggling her hips as she slid out of her skirt, she let it fall to the floor.
Dave's eyes focused on her moist vagina, and he felt his cock quiver.
Reaching down and stroking herself there, Gloria asked him, "What's wrong, honey?"
"Nothing!" he replied, gulping nervously as he remembered he had to throw his onyx paperweight out the window to alert his buddy Neal it was time to come up and join them.
"My cunt needs you!" She smiled as she slid a supple finger up herself and clasped the sliding finger with her cunt muscles, deliberately trying to entice Dave.
The problem for Dave now was not an easy one. He knew she'd notice any move he made. And if he attempted anything as blatant as throwing an onyx paper-weight out the window, she'd be sure to suspect something was up.
Pulling her finger out of her pussy, and beginning to get disgusted that he didn't move a quiver, Gloria complained, "Maybe I'm too much woman for you! I see you are keeping your clothes on. You scared? Or are you impotent?"
That did it. The thought of being impotent excited him. "I'm hot to fuck you, honey. But I ought to lock the front door first-just in case."
To prove his point, Dave unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out his rock-hard cock.
Stroking it proudly, he asked for her approval. "Is that long enough for you?"
"What about your balls? Let it all hang out."
Reaching in, he pulled out his balls.
Coming over quickly, Gloria reached out and grasped the throbbing penis.
"You are well hung, aren't you, honey?"
Realizing his horny friend Neal wouldn't wait much longer, he reminded her, "let me slip my prick back in my pants, Gloria, so I can lock the front door. You and I can fuck then."
Reluctantly, she released it. "Lock it, and hurry back. I want to eat you!"
"Will you do that to me?" Dave panted, his imagination on fire as he thought about it.
"Sure, I'll suck your cock off," she told him. "Now, get the door locked and get your ass back here so we can have some fun, baby."
"Yes-I'll hurry-don't you worry," he gulped. He zipped up his fly and walked with bulging-crotch difficulty.
Running down the stairs, he hurried across the living room, almost knocking a lamp off a table in his haste. Running on out the front door, he motioned for Neal.
"Neal-come here-"
"Why didn't you give me the signal? You fucked her already?"
"No, buddy. But I didn't want her to think it was a set up."
"Will she let you fuck her?"
"She's dying to have sex with me," Dave exclaimed. "We sure hit it lucky when we thought of calling her."
"Good," Neal said. "I want in on the action-"
"All right, but how am I going to do it?"
"Just say I dropped by-that's all buddy. And if she's so eager to get your cock, she'll be happy to have two dicks instead of one."
Dave nodded, and the two of them headed for the bedroom to make it with Gloria, who was lying naked on the bed. As Dave opened the door, Gloria who was massaging her crotch, gave a small gasp. "What in hell is happening here?"
"Reeelax," Dave smiled. "Neal dropped by-and I invited him to the party. Hope you don't mind."
"Well, I don't know," Gloria said uncertainly. "I'm not a slut-really!"
"I know you're not," Neal smiled. "But I thought you might enjoy having two cocks instead of one. How does that grab you?"
"Very interesting," she replied as she saw Neal unzip his fly and pull out his huge penis.
"I'll take off all my clothes," Dave said, unfastening his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor.
It didn't take him much longer now. He slid out of his shorts and tossed off his shirt, and stood there stark naked.
"Well, Neal, aren't you going to undress too?" Gloria smiled. "We might as well make it a three-way screw!"
"So I'm invited?" Neal chuckled, as he followed Dave's example of undressing.
As Gloria looked at the two naked boys, all kinds of ideas surged through her mind. She looked at the curly, pubic hair framing Neal's huge cock, and observed his balls hanging beneath it. The huge shaft stood straight up, and she reached out to grip it and squeeze it.
"You've got two cocks-and two hands!" Dave smiled. As Neal sat on one side of her, Dave sat on the other. And Gloria grasped both cocks and began pulling on them.
She would look first at one cock, and then the other, finding the excitement building within her all the time.
"You give good hand-jobs." Neal smiled as he watched the knob growing in size on the end of his prick.
"I give good blow jobs, too," Gloria said.
"Who you going to suck off first?" Dave demanded, becoming disgusted that Neal was copping all the attention.
"Does it make any difference?" Gloria smiled. "One of you should eat my pussy, while I'm sucking cock."
"I'll eat your pussy," Dave volunteered, as he glanced at her moist crotch.
"All right. And I'll suck Neal's prick off."
Gloria leaned over and got in position to accept Neal's shaft.
It was obvious, Neal realized, that Gloria wanted him to fuck her face. But, her boldness amazed him. He never figured she'd be as eager for sex as he was.
"Get your face over my pussy." She smiled down at Dave, who crouched at her crotch.
"Mind if I look at it first?" Dave asked bluntly. "I always like to see what I'm eating."
"Why, no, honey. Go right ahead. It's pink and sugar-coated, just slide your hot tongue up there and you'll find out I'm telling you the truth."
Dave pressed on her pussy lips with his fingertips, and delighted in the sight of the pussy moistening as he played with it. Its pink lining, moist and pleasant to sniff, pulled him like a magnet.
"Go ahead, honey. Put your tongue in there and give me some real good licking! Okay?"
Dipping his tongue inside her, he got his first taste of her pussy juice. This ignited him, and his tongue went on pumping in and out as he licked the velvety vagina walls.
"Aren't you going to blow me?" Neal complained, not wanting to be upstaged by Dave eating her box.
"Sorry, honey. That slippery tongue of his sliding in my mound made me forget about your cock," she admitted, as she gripped Neal's huge penis, and licked the head of it like an ice cream cone. The cock quivered and shivers of excitement ran up and down Neal's spine.
"Oh, eat me, fuck me with your mouth. Come on. I'm fucking good, baby. I'll give you some good cream. Suck me!"
Neal watched closely as Gloria slipped her mouth over his cock. He could hear her sucking, she went about it with such lusty desire.
The sight of her cheeks sucking in pleased him and he was enjoying it more and more as he thrust into her mouth, jabbing it gently farther until he felt the head of his cockshaft touch the back of her throat.
"I'll throat fuck you, honey," he gasped, as he felt her lips clamp on his sliding cock. Plunging farther, he let his prick ease down her throat, the balls bumping on her chin as he screwed her this way.
Glancing down, he found pleasure watching his buddy Dave pumping his hot tongue into her box.
"Eat her cunt, Dave boy," he panted. "That's the way to do it-eat her pussy-suck her!"
It came as a big surprise to Neal that he could derive so much stimulation from observing his buddy licking inside Gloria's pussy. Nevertheless, he was deriving tremendous sensual stimulation, and he jabbed his cock in and out of her mouth knowing she would suck him to climax in a moment.
Gloria was deriving enormous pleasure herself from the double action of sucking on Neal's cock, while Dave's hot tongue stabbed up there.
Pouring his sweat cum into her mouth, he watched her sucking and enjoyed it immensely.
But, Gloria didn't stop with his first shot of cum. Her lips wrapped around his rod again and she continued to suck. This time her style was slower, softer, begging him to cum instead of demanding he fill her mouth with white juice from his balls.
Neal stared at the ceiling as she went on sucking. In the meantime, Gloria was juicing; her hot, white spray gushed into Dave's eager mouth as he pressed tightly to her sticky slit.
Reaching down, Neil let the hands wander through her hair as he watched her suck, and then he felt himself cumming. His cream flowed out of his shaft in a more relaxed gush, flowing down her throat and into her belly. His body shook with the tender explosions that are found only during the second cumming, and he panted, "Eat me-eat my cum-cocksucke-eat me!"
His juicing set her off again, and Dave's continual tongue licking of her vagina was rewarded with another orgasm.
Pulling her mouth off Neal's penis, she rested her head momentarily on his thigh. She liked the view of his body from this intimate angle. She could see the outline of the crack in his ass and admire his big balls. Bending over, she let her tongue lick along his testicles.
"Lick my nuts," he told her. "That's what I like! Lick my balls, baby-lick them good!"
The excitement didn't subside, for Dave was determined now to get his rocks off.
"About time for me to get a fuck," Dave interjected. "After all, Gloria, you came over here to see me."
"Sure I did," she smiled, pulling away from Neal's nuts. "But let me have a break. Neal came twice, and so did I."
"You make it twice with her?" Dave asked, knowing now he had to prove his manhood by giving her a couple rounds.
"Sure did, partner." Neal smiled.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dave was determined he was going to have the sex he wanted, and he began playing with her bosoms as he straddled her.
"Now, baby, just spread those luscious legs of yours so I can fuck you!"
With both hands massaging her breasts, making her nipples tingle, he brushed his huge penis over her mound, tickling his cockhead with her pubic hair.
"Fuck me, Davey," she begged. "Go ahead, and plunge it in."
That was all the invitation he needed. Continuing to massage her firm, round bosoms, he drove his rock-hard penis shaft into her clasping cunt.
"Oh, WOW!" he blurted, as he quit playing with her tits, and got tight against her body and stabbed away.
Gloria's hands went around him, massaging down his back, and gripping his asscheeks, as he fucked vigorously. The sight of him driving in there was stimulating to Neal, who was becoming hot again just looking at Dave's struggling asscheeks as he rode his dick into her at different angles.
"You're a good fucker," Gloria panted, throwing her legs around his thighs as she pushed her pelvis forward to match his strong stabs.
"Keep your pussy grabbing," he gasped. "I'm almost there! Fuck, baby-fuck-fuck!"
Her vagina muscles tightened around his sliding tool and her hands were gripping his asscheeks tightly.
"Finger-fuck my asshole!" he begged.
"Sure, baby!" She grinned, letting her hand feel between his asscheeks as her finger probed his tight, puckered-up anus. Now she found it and stabbed her fingers up the tight, anal channel.
Letting her finger ride up his asshole, she pressed on his prostate gland, stimulating him some more.
"Fuck it, baby," he gasped. "Fuck-come on, baby-fuck it off!"
She was so stimulated now,: she juiced, adding lubrication go power for his thrusting cock.
"Fuck it," he grunted, as he felt himself juicing.
"I'm getting my rocks off in your box, baby," he grunted as he shot his wad. He went on driving his prick into her body, and she loved it, grabbing his cock tightly.
As Neal watched her energetically gripping Dave's cock with her pussy, her thighs clamped around him, her pelvis pushing forward, he got a hot idea. He wanted to fuck her asshole.
"Hurry up," he gasped. "I want to screw you, too!"
"Wait'll I finish shooting," Dave insisted. "I'm almost there-hang on-"
Dave went on pumping into her until he was finished. Grunting and gasping, he finished. "Twist your ass, honey-and I'll give you another load."
Gloria didn't want him to pull out until he gave her a second round. It was an ego game with her that she could make a guy come twice.
"I'm cumming," Dave groaned in delight, as he felt the juice surging into her twisting vagina. He went on pumping vigorously as the thrills still shot up and down his spine. Finishing, he smiled at her. "You're well lubricated, honey! Neal will have no problem sliding his dick in your cunt."
Pulling off her, he eagerly watched Neal straddle her. Neal rode in smoothly, enjoying the good lubrication job his buddy's cock juice had created.
Suddenly, he pulled it out, declaring, "Now, I'll fuck your ass!"
"What?"
"You heard me," he repeated. "Turn over so I can turn-on. I want to slam my pecker up your asshole."
She agreed reluctantly, turning over, and letting his slippery penis slide between the crack in her ass. She wasn't overly eager to get it up her asshole, but if this was what Neal wanted so badly, she figured she might as well let him try her there.
The slippery penis moved in smoothly until it came to her tight anal ring. At that point, he had difficulty getting in any farther.
His hands gripped her asscheeks. He slowly eased the slippery cock farther and farther up her tight anal channel.
"Fuck it," he demanded. "Fuck-fuck baby!"
With a hard, forceful ram, he got it up her. She could hardly believe he could get it up there, but he did. At first, the awful stab of pain that shot through her made her think she would despise this kind of sex. But, it took only a moment for her to discover what a fantastic fuck this could be.
"That's the way! Yes, baby, yes! Keep it up," he begged. "Fuck it, baby-fuck it!"
The rock hard cock stabbed up there. Every moment the pleasure became more intense, more stimulating.
"Yes, baby, yes, churn your ass around-fuck me!"
Electrical waves of sexual excitement enveloped them as they went on fucking, backdoor style. Her ass bucked up, as he charged forward. Soon she was on all fours, and he was pulling it way back and pushing it way in.
"Look in the mirror," Neal exclaimed. "Isn't that a sexy sight?"
Gloria turned her attention to the mirror and she had to admit it was indeed a stimulating sight to see his huge shaft slipping in and out of her behind.
"Keep it going," he gasped as her ass twisted as if asking for more inches. He loved the way her ass muscles could grip his sliding shaft. It was tight, and tremendous.
"Fuck-fuck it! That's the way to do it! Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The hot white cream spurted into her asshole as he unloaded his balls into her.
"Give it to me," she demanded, enjoying the moment of blinding white truth as the creamy orgasm surged inside her.
Neal didn't quit thrusting until he finished unloading. Slowing, easing his slippery cock out of her asshole, he turned to see Dave with his hard cock in his hand.
"Let me fuck her ass now," Dave said.
"You guys are too much," Gloria complained. "You just keep screwing me."
"Why not?" Dave chuckled, mounting her and parting her asscheeks with his hands as he slid his cock up her slippery, lubricated channel. It moved past the anal ring easier now, as the sphincter muscles had relaxed and he could pump it to her with little difficulty.
Bending over, Dave grasped her bosoms, massaging them and reaching down to her vagina as he fucked away.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Slide it up there. I want every inch of that pecker meat."
Dave didn't delay. He thrust it up her ass savagely, giving her just what she asked for.
Neal enjoyed the sight of his buddy humping Gloria. He knew she was getting a balling she wouldn't forget, and he was glad he could be in on the orgy.
"Ohhh, this is tight! I see why you like to assfuck! It's real tight!"
Dave copied his buddy Neal, glancing to see his reflection in the mirror. And the sight of her bucking behind and his plunging penis did add fuel to his cock fire.
"Oh, baby, twist it. I'm almost there! Give it to me!" While she gave it to him, with sudden thrusts back, he pumped a couple of fingers up her pussy to give it to her the way she wanted it. He could feel her begin to juice as his fingers jabbed up her vagina with urgent jabs.
When he felt her juicing, he knew he'd gotten her there. "Oh, Dave, I'm juicy. Keep pumping"
He waited until her juice trickled down her inner thigh, and then he pulled his cock out of her asshole and flipped over on the bed.
Looking at her, he smiled. "Thanks, Gloria-you sure got a beautiful box and a super ass."
Gloria glanced at the clock.
"We've been balling for two hours," she said, shaking her head. "That's awful!
I'd better split. Mom will be uptight."
"Maybe we could get together for another little party," Dave suggested.
"I can't," Gloria said sadly.
"Why not?" Neal demanded. "We were just getting acquainted."
"I'm going steady," she explained.
CHAPTER SIX
Once Gloria had gone, Neal told Dave he had to split too. Then, Dave confided, "you know the chick I'd really like to ball?"
"How would I know?"
"Cami-your sister!"
Neal shrugged. "Forget it! You're not going to stick your dirty dick in her-"
When Neal got home, he had a big surprise. His Dad was waiting to greet him. "Where you been, Son?"
"Just visiting, Dave. You know, my old buddy who lives down the street?"
"Oh, sure I know Dave. How is he?"
"Fine, Dad, fine!"
"Son," his father continued, "I'm worried about you!"
"Worried, Dad. Why are you worried?"
"I'm worried because you need some female companionship. Maybe, son, I could have talked to you about sex before-but I'll make up for it with Gilda."
"Who is Gilda?"
"Gilda, son, is a woman of the world, if you know what I mean."
"You mean she's a whore, Dad?"
"That's such an ugly word," his father told him. "Let's just say Gilda is a beautiful woman who was made for sex."
"You mean, for fucking, don't you?"
"Why do you have to use those words?" he demanded. "Put a little class into fucking, damnit. You need to get your rocks off-that's what I'm trying to tell you. And I've got just the woman who can take care of you. Don't mention this to your mom, or to your sister-they'd never understand. Women aren't as sensual as men are."
"They aren't?" Neal gulped, vividly recalling how his mom, and his sis, to say nothing of Gloria, had come on strong.
"Basically, no," his father insisted. "A few women, Son, were meant for one thing and one thing only-screwing! They will do anything, and that's what you want. A woman who will let you turn on anyway you want to."
"All right," Neal agreed. "When do we meet Gilda?"
"I've set something up for next Friday night. I've been gone for a couple weeks, and if I wasn't in bed with your mom on Saturday night, she'd become suspicious."
"You mean-you play around?"
"Yes," he nodded proudly. "Most men do, Son. They do things with these other dames they don't do with their wives."
"Like what?"
"I don't like to talk about it," he insisted. "That is something for Gilda to explain. I assure you, Son, you'll enjoy her explanation much more than anything I could tell you."
Just then, his mother came in with his sister and Neal made it a point to change the subject.
"Could we see the movie, Chariot of the Gods?" he asked his father, deliberately diverting his line of conversation.
"I guess so," he nodded, "I've heard about it"
"Take me, too," Cami insisted. "I'm dying to see that flick. It's all about space people and everything!"
Trying deliberately to appear self-righteous, his mother commented crisply, "Well, it's a lot more wholesome than something like Deep Throat, I'm sure."
"What's Deep Throat about, Mom?" Cami asked.
"I wouldn't know," she replied. "But I'm sure your father would."
"Tell me-what's Deep Throat all about?" Cami smiled, going over to her father and playing innocent.
"Honey, it's not the kind of movie a daughter of mine should be seeing. Let's just drop it!"
"Deep Throat is a fuck film," Neal blurted. It's about a guy who jabs his joint down a girl's throat! Why are you all such hypocrites. You all know what that movie is about-so-why don't you tell her?"
"There are some topics better left alone," his mother said quickly. "That film is one of them, and The Exorcist is another, they should provide vomit bags with both of them."
Getting disgusted with all the wrangling, Neal got up and walked out of the house.
As he walked down the street, fearful feelings went through him, for he could see what a dangerous trail he was blazing-a trail from which there was no retreat. Sex with mom, sex with sis, and now Dad was providing sex with a woman he was probably balling on the sly, he thought to himself.
Going to the movies was just as bad. Either watching a girl get her throat fucked, or see a girl masturbating with a crucifix. It all seemed so rank, so rotten, he wished he could forget it all.
But that was the problem-he couldn't. He was caught in a trap of sensuality on all sides, and the worst part of all was the fact he wanted all the sex he could get. He had thought some experiences could calm him down, but it didn't work that way. It only fanned the flame of his burning lusts for more, more, more!
The week spun by quickly, and on Friday night his father was eager to take him to meet Gilda. He gave his mother a phony men's club meeting as an excuse for not taking her. She was suspicious, and as Neal walked out the front door with his Dad, she turned away, as if she was going to go back to the house and do some checking.
As they drove to Gilda's place, Neal was doing a lot of thinking. He was wondering if he'd feel freaky or shy about his father doing the introducing.
"Dad," he asked, as he pulled up to Gilda's apartment, "do you think we should go through with it?"
"Certainly, Son," he smiled. "Why not?"
"Well, I was just wondering," he explained. "It seems a bit funny for my own father to make the introduction-doesn't it seem that way to you?"
"Not at all, Son." Neal's father smiled. "When I was a young man your age, my father took me to visit a house in the Bowery back in old New York."
"Grandad played around, too?" Neal asked, becoming all the more surprised about his own sexual propensities, as his father revealed more about this sexy family tree.
"Yes, the old man did, Son. He knew it was important for my marriage to burn up the lust in a bawdy house and save the finer aspects of love and marriage for bedtime at home."
"You do fuck, mom, don't you?"
"Well, how the hell do you think your sis and you got here?"
"Yeah, that figures," Neal laughed.
"Quit hedging, stud. Let's go in and meet Gilda."
They both got out of the car and walked toward the apartment house.
"Gee, she sure lives in a nice pad, doesn't she?"
"Yes, son," he nodded. "Gilda is a classy dame. The wages of sin are a fine apartment and a good bank account."
"Is Gilda rich?"
"Let's say, well fixed," his father replied.
Together, they went up to her apartment.
"Now, Son, I'm just going to introduce you, and then I'll leave-"
"You mean, I'm on my own?"
"Does that frighten you?" he asked his son.
"No, I guess not," he replied.
After the introduction had been made, Neal had an opportunity to become better acquainted with Gilda. She was a dark skinned girl with long black hair which fell to her shoulders. She was wearing a white-satin, low-cut blouse which gave him a good view of her ample bosoms.
"My, but don't you look nice?" he smiled at her.
"Your father has told me a lot of nice things about you," she said, sitting down on the sofa, and leaning forward so he could feast his eyes on her bosoms, which he promptly did.
"Would you like a drink?" she smiled.
"I-I guess so."
"What do you drink?"
"I don't really," he said.
"Well, a screwdriver would be a good beginning." She smiled, getting to her feet.
As she walked across the room, he observed her body closely. From the big bosoms, his eyes swept down to admire her trim waist and her beautiful legs.
Returning with the vodka and orange juice drink, she smiled at him suggestively.
"What would you like to be when you grow up?"
"A playboy," he smiled. "And I'd like to pack a yacht full of sexy dames. On weekends we'd have orgies where everybody would run around bare ass naked."
"What a wholesome young man you are!" She smiled and then she patted the sofa beside her. "Come over here and sit down, why don't you?"
"All right," he replied. He went over and sat awkwardly down beside her. She glanced at his bulging crotch and got the message.
"Do you mind if I take it out?" she smiled down at it. "It looks crowded in your pants."
"I wish you would," he told her.
Reaching down, she unzipped his fly and gently pulled out his penis.
"My, my-you are a big boy." She smiled, bending over, and licking the head of it.
"Does that ever feel good," he exclaimed. "You have no idea how good!"
It didn't take long for her to bend over and start licking his huge penis as she pulled out his balls.
Becoming excited, Neal pushed Gilda's head down over his cock. He trembled as he felt himself fitting into the warm lining of her mouth.
The suction began building up and he slowly shoved his cock back and forth.
"Baby, I love it," he panted. "You really turn me on! Keep it going."
He felt the head of his cockshaft touching the back of her throat.
"Suck me. Suck the juice out of me. I'm loaded baby! It's full of hot, creamy juice!"
Suddenly she surprised him and pulled her mouth off his cock, and said, "Let's go to the bedroom, lover. We'll do a sixty-nine."
He followed Gilda into the bedroom. Her lust-glazed eyes looked at him hotly as she watched him slip out of his pants, toss his shirt on a chair and pull down his shorts, displaying his stiff prick and balls.
Now she showed off her breasts. He marveled at them. "I've never seen a pair of knockers like yours," he blurted. "Let me feel them."
"Sure, baby, sure!" She smiled. "You're like a young puppy-real eager to experiment."
She pulled off her skirt and he gazed at her crotchless panties, noticing her pussy hair.
"Those are groovy panties." He smiled. "Sexy. You're juicing, aren't you?"
"You do turn me on, Neal," she admitted. "I wanted to eat you all over the minute I laid eyes on you."
"I felt the same thing," he smiled eagerly.
He dropped to his knees before her box and slowly eased the lacy, black panties off her.
"Wow!" he exclaimed happily. "Even smells good!"
"I have a strawberry douche I use," she smiled. "Keeps it licking sweet, just like it says on the box of douche powder."
He kissed her pussy and she pressed back to meet his mouth. But she didn't want him to do her in this position. She still had her ideas about a sixty-nine fuck.
"Baby-your daddy wanted me to teach you all I knew about sex-so you'd be prepared to enjoy sex."
"Forget him," he laughed, going over to the bed and sprawling out nakedly.
Gilda turned and went to the dresser where she picked up a small plastic container that momentarily mystified young Neal. Returning to the bed with the honey container in her hand, she smiled.
"What you got there?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she laughed, spreading her legs and inserting the nozzle of the honey container into her vagina.
Squeezing the container, it coated her pussy with honey. "You see, little lover, I'm lining my pussy with golden honey so you'll have something sticky and delicious to eat out of my box."
"Super," he grinned. "That sounds like a lot of fun!"
But what surprised Neal most was Gilda's next request. "Turn over on your stomach so I can fix you up for eating."
"Why?" he demanded.
"Just turn over baby. I'll explain later."
He rolled over on his stomach and then he felt her hand grasp his ass-cheek. It didn't take long for him to catch on to what she planned to do, for she slid the nozzle of the plastic honey container up to his tight, puckered-up asshole.
"Relax, lover," she said, shoving it forward up his asshole as she squeezed it at the same time. The sticky honey shot up there and he wiggled.
"Now, baby, we'll begin our sixty-nine with me eating your ass out while you suck my cunt clean-"
Angling their bodies so they could do this, he felt her face pressing at his behind, and her tongue sweeping to his tight anal ring, and then surging up to his asshole to eat the honey out of it.
Now Neal was flipping his tongue back and forth across her sticky mound and enjoying it.
"Eat me-eat my pussy," she panted. "Yes, baby, yes!!!" His tongue surged inside her vagina, licking the honey-coating in rapid fire tongue sweeps. His flipping, slippery tongue got her so excited that she was panting.
He'd never experienced anything like it. The hot tongue stabbing eagerly away at his asshole as he drove his tongue into her made him enjoy it more every moment.
"Keep that up," she panted. "Yes, baby-yes-that's how to do it! Lick quick!"
The frenzied excitement he felt as she swept out of his tight asshole and licked his balls built until he jabbed so far inside of her cunt, probing, exploring, and licking that she juiced in his face.
Her hot, white spray tasted good to his tongue and she became so excited and stimulated with his youthful passion she threw her head back, moaning in sexual ecstasy as the waves of erotic delight swept over her.
"Eat my pussy-eat my pussy," she panted. "I love it-when you-do-it like that! Ohhh, ahhh, yes. I love that!"
The emotional delight she felt now built with in her. She hurried to lick his joystick. She licked the length of it, making loud, sucking sounds which stimulated young Neal. Pulling his tongue out of her tasty pussy, he lay back and watched her going to town on his cock.
Finally, she cupped his swelling balls in one hand and her mouth moved up and down the cockshaft.
"Suck it-suck that cock," he begged, as he thrust forward, enjoying the warmth of slipping it into her mouth. "That's the way to do it. Ohh, yes, baby, yes!"
The licking, and slurping sounds of her cock sucking added to the passionate delight he felt building within him.
"Play with the balls," he panted. "Take it all in baby-every damned inch of my dick. Swallow it!"
He delighted to the sight of her gulping on his cock. The pleasure was building every moment.
"Come on, baby-suck-suck it off! Get the juice! Eat that big cock. Eat that cock!"
Nibbling lightly, she went on letting her tongue lick around the head of it as her lips fastened tightly over his prick. Her hands reached back to play with his bottom. He loved the feel of her hands massaging, kneading and gripping his most intimate areas.
"Fuck my asshole with your finger, baby," he suggested.
Gilda responded, parting his ass-cheeks and slipping her finger smoothly up his tight asshole.
"Oh, yes, that's how I like it! Fuck my asshole! Keep it going, fuck me!"
As the finger glided up his tight asshole, he trembled, and shot his wad. Forcing his cock farther into her, he blurted, "Zowie! I'm juicing! Get the cream, baby! Eat my sperm!"
Greedily she gulped his sperm-load. She was delighted to get a good load.
"Suck it all out," he panted. "Suck, baby, suck it!"
He continued thrusting into her face and she became more and more intensely excited every moment.
She was pulling the cream out of his cock with expert sucking. He felt as if he were floating.
"Ohh-ahhh! Eat me. Eat my cock load, baby! Eat me!"
The thick, white cream gushed down her throat and her lips fastened tightly around his penis.
When Gilda finally did release his cock, she was amazed he didn't go down.
"What a pecker!" she exclaimed. "Half the guys go limp after blow jobs like that."
"I can understand why," he chuckled. "You do pull the juice out of it, like nobody!"
At that point, Gilda wondered what she should teach him next.
"Did I feed you a good load?" He smiled proudly, knowing in advance what Gilda's reply would have to be.
"Bet your sweet ass you did," she said. "I enjoyed it-from your honey coated asshole, to those tasty, sweaty balls, to the top of that super cock of yours!"
"You know what I'd like to do to you?" He smiled at Gilda.
"Honey," she laughed, "I've learned not to guess what guys want to do to me! Tell me!"
"I'd like to chair fuck you," he said. "I really would!"
"What!" she exclaimed. "You know about chair fucking?"
"Sure-what's wrong with that?"
"Well, baby," she giggled, "you surprised me a little. Most people don't know a damned thing about fucking from a chair I'm sorry to say."
"Come on-I'll sit down in a chair, and you slide that pussy of yours down over my cock. Let's do it."
He got off the bed and sat down on a chair. Gilda came over to him and, glancing over her shoulder, smiled at him.
"Now, how do I do this?" she asked. "You're the teacher!"
Grasping her hand, he placed it on his penis.
"You grab this, and slide down it," he declared. Now the tip of his cock was pushing into her vagina. She liked the feel of it, and as she rode down the length of his penis, she felt him jabbing inside her tight vagina.
"I'd-suggest you massage my bosoms. She smiled, as he began jabbing into her with firm, eager thrusts.
"Fuck me, baby," he gasped. "Fuck-that's how you do it! Fuck, baby-fuck!"
Now the two of them were going to town. With his hot hands playing with her bosoms, she gripped his sliding rod in her cunt, and squeezed it.
"That feels fantastic," he told Gilda, which pleased her considerably.
He could see her bosoms jiggling as he looked at their reflection in the mirror. She was starting to perspire, and this only added to the pleasure of her pumping pussy.
"Just like that," he told her. "Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck me, baby-fuck me!"
The thrusting penis jabbed into her with fast-paced movements and he became more stimulated, more excited every moment.
"Now, you're doing it! Fuck, baby-fuck!"
She twisted her ass cheeks and he let his hands slip from her soft bosoms with their now erect nipples down to her behind. Gripping it tightly, he squeezed.
"You're pinching my ass," she complained.
"Sure, I am," he told her. "But doesn't it feel good?"
"Real good, lover," she admitted.
Now he drove in with the urgency of a man about to shoot his wad.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he groaned in delight, as he saw her well formed ass twist about on his cock, and he unloaded.
"I'm cumming-I'm cumming," he moaned, throwing his arms excitedly around her waist as his hot juice shot into her. She squeezed her vagina muscles, milking his penis greedily.
"Give me that cream, baby. I want it," she begged, and he really felt Gilda meant it.
"That's the way I want it," she panted, "Fuck it up there, baby! Give Gilda your load!"
His hands gripped her bosoms, the fingertips finding the erect nipples quickly and he squeezed them until she panted, "Stop it, lover-you're pinching me!"
It was then he came down to earth, for Gilda had taken him on a trip, fucking her cunt from that angle, sitting in a chair.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gilda eased off him, and strode naked across the room to pick up her cigarettes.
"I'll have to tell your father what a Romeo you are going to be." She smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed when she returned to his side.
"Thanks, sweetheart." He smiled. "You are a hell of a good fuck. Did my dad ever ball you?"
"I never fuck and tell," she smiled. "That's real personal! Not that I think you'd run back to daddy and tell, but it just isn't professional."
"And you are a professional, aren't you?"
"I like to think I am," she said.
"Well, there's one thing that would really turn me on," he smiled.
"Name it and I'll do it," she replied glibly. "What is it, dear?"
"The name of it, baby, is ass fucking. I'd really enjoy slipping my big pecker up your asshole-I bet you'd like it too."
"That isn't one of my specialties," Gilda declared, snuffing out her cigarette. "As a matter-of-fact, that isn't one of my fucks-I'm a virgin ass."
"Good," he smiled enthusiastically. "That means I can have the honor of driving my big pecker meat up there, and giving you an ass-fucking initiation."
"Thank you, but no," she begged off.
Seeing some resistance to what he wanted only made him hotter to get his rocks off up Gilda's allegedly virgin asshole.
Gilda walked over to the bed, and lay on her back, determined to entice him to use her vagina instead of her asshole to achieve his kicks.
Plunging a couple of fingers into her pussy, she smiled at him, hoping he'd get the point. But he didn't.
"I'd like to have you get on all fours, Gilda-so I could give you an animal fuck."
"But I'm not an animal," she quipped quickly.
"You can always pretend," he told her flatly.
Seeing there was no way out, Gilda agreed on one condition. "You're going to have to coat your cock with vaseline," she told him. "I'm not going to let you thrust that big cock of yours up my asshole without help."
Gilda pulled her sticky fingers out of her pussy, and went to the bathroom to get a tube of lubricant. Returning, she handed it to Neal.
"Squeeze some of this into the palm of your hand, honey," she explained, "and then get your cock nice and gooey. Next, baby-you slide it into my asshole-with your finger first."
"Sounds like you've done this before," Neal said suspiciously as he began squeezing the lubricant into his hand.
"Maybe I was stretching the truth a little," she admitted, as she watched him coating his cock with the sticky surgical jelly.
"Well, this will stretch your asshole," he said proudly, as he pumped the slippery penis a moment or two.
"Now, honey, ream my asshole with it and get me ready." Gilda got on all fours on the floor before a door-length mirror.
Young Neal got behind her and, as she raised her ass up, he slipped his finger up her asshole.
"Now, baby," she said, "ease your cock in slowly! Ass-fucking is something you must do with care."
Something possessed Neal not to be careful. Mounting her, he parted her smooth asscheeks and roughly stabbed his huge cock up her asshole.
"You're killing me," she exclaimed passionately. "Ohhh, stop it! Stop it, you bastard!"
Strangely, Neal was discovering a new dimension of sadistic delight as he sodomized her asshole.
"Fuck it, you bitch," he grunted as he rutted into her savagely. "That's how you do it. Come on, baby, FUCK!"
She twisted her tail, trying to break free from his stabbing cock. But this only caused Neal to determine he wouldn't give in until he got his gun off.
Pressing down tightly on her, he rammed it up there with fierce thrusts.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he gasped, driving into her harder now. She enjoyed it immensely at last, for she could see that the challenge of screwing her tight asshole had produced a hot impulse within him that would be satisfied in no other way but to fuck-and fuck fast.
"That's how you do it," he panted. "Swing that ass around, honey. Now-now you're fucking! Ohhh, baby, that's the way I like it! Faster-faster, fucker. Yes, yes, twist that ass around. Now, you're doing it!"
As it rammed up her asshole, farther than any man had ever been before, Gilda had to admit she, too, was finding sexual pleasure in his frantic fuck.
"Yes, baby, yes," he groaned. "That's how you do it! Fuck-fuck it off!"
The sensational pleasure he was deriving from sliding his slippery cock up her tight asshole was increased when he grasped her bosoms crudely, pinching their erect nipples until they were red with the rush of blood.
"You're hurting me," she complained. "Get your rocks off, and fast, fucker!"
Neal was getting a big charge out of her acting like this. It was evident to him she was quite a gal. And he didn't stop pounding his pecker into her for one solitary second.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he gasped. "That's how you do it! Come on, baby. Give-give me that fuck the way I want it!"
She knew she had but one alternative, to give him the most fantastic ass fuck she knew how to make it end. And so he rode into her with savage fury.
"Fuck it, baby," he gasped, "Come on and fuck!"
Driving into her with savage thrusts, he was giving out with action as he liked it. And she was responding with sensational movements all her own.
"That's how you do it," he gasped. "Sure, baby-that's the way I want it-fuck fast, honey-and fuck good!"
Faster and faster her buttocks churned around with her ass muscles intently clasping his cock as he drove it there.
"Oh, now, baby, now," he groaned, as he felt the hot cream gushing out of his cock high up her rectum.
With a final flourish, she ground her hips around, driving him out of his mind.
"Oh, baby, this is ape shit," he groaned in delight, as he rammed it up there some more, making sure all the juice was shooting out of his pecker.
She had enjoyed it immensely and, when he pulled his cock out of her behind, she wrapped her legs around his neck, pushing her muff to his mouth.
"Eat my cunt," she whimpered. "You got me so turned-on with that wild ass fuck I'm hungry for a man to suck my pussy."
"I'm your man," he declared. "And I'll eat your pussy, baby. Anytime of the day or night."
Bending his face over so he could slip his tongue up her slit, he could see the pussy juice glistening on her thatch.
"Guess I got you stimulated, all right." He smiled proudly.
"Sure you did, baby," she declared. "Now get your mouth over my cunt-and suck."
Pressing his mouth over her vagina in a suction cup effect, he began going to town on her pussy.
"Eat my pussy," she panted. "Come on sweetheart-eat my pretty pussy."
Sliding his tongue inside her, he drove it vigorously back and forth.
"Oh, yes, baby, yes," she panted. "That's how you lick cunt. Flip it all around. Don't be bashful."
He let his tongue flash around inside her hot box and didn't neglect her clitoris. Sweeping up and down her sticky clitoris, he knew it was only a matter of seconds until she creamed in his face.
Neal pressed tighter now, not wanting to lose any of the delicious substance. Savoring her juices, he didn't pull his tongue out of her twat until he'd finished licking her velvety vagina walls all the way.
When he did pull out, Gilda let a confidence escape, "you eat pussy better than your dad does!"
"So," he exclaimed as she unwound her legs from around his neck, "dad eats your snatch too. Just what I figured!"
"Now, honey-don't get uptight," she sighed softly. "I've had a lot of father and son arrangements just like this, Neal."
"Oh, you're a nice girl, Gilda! Real nice slut!"
Gilda was outraged by his comment. "Get the hell out of here," she gasped, as she paced the floor, her big bosoms jiggling up and down.
By now, Neal's mind was distracted from what she'd said, and his only thought was how much fun it would be to slide his pecker between her big bosoms.
"Well," Gilda shrugged, "aren't you going?"
"Not quite yet," he said, eyeing her hotly. "I'd like to slide the old dick between those big, beautiful breasts of yours!"
"Of all the nerve." Gilda glowered. "One minute you insult me, the next minute you want to fuck me every which way! What kind of an animal are you?"
"I'm a horny, lust crazed, fucker." He smiled. "And don't you ever forget it!"
His frank admission made Gilda laugh.
"Well, at least you are an honest bastard," she chuckled. "Now, why don't you buzz off and leave me alone?"
She went over to the bed, and sprawled out, misty-eyed and sad. Neal knew he'd said something that got her upset, but he couldn't figure out just what!
"Why are you uptight?" he demanded.
"I'll tell you why," she wheeled around and glared at him. "What you said about me was the truth! I'm a slut, and I know it, but I don't enjoy being reminded of the fact-do you mind?"
"I'm sorry, Gilda," he said, going over and sitting on the edge of the bed to stroke her shoulder affectionately.
"Get your clammy hands off my body," she said. "For a minute or two of n.. life-I enjoy being left alone. It's wonderful not to have some slimy old cock stabbing into I'm sick of eating ass, sucking cock, and having men want to ram it up my asshole. What was the damned pussy invented for?"
"I don't understand-"
"How could you, kid," Gilda ranted. "You haven't led a whore's life. Well, it works this way. All the stuff the guys can't get their wives to do, they come to me to do. So, I get the cocks crammed up my asshole, I get the big old pricks pushed in my face, and I got the honors of swallowing sperm! Big deal! I wish these respectable women would do a little ass sucking to take the heat off us babes."
"I guess it is the way life is," Neal admitted. "Everybody has his role to play, and the whore's role is sex playmate; maybe things will change-women are doing more in bed nowadays, I guess."
"You'd never know it from the trade I get," she shook her head. "I should tell you my problems, kid. Guess the world is full of problems. It's just that sometimes it makes me so damned sick, I wish I could vomit."
"And I suppose going out to the movies isn't much of a change, either, with the crap they got on the screen."
"I should say not," she complained. "Watching the movies is like photographing what goes on every day in my bedroom. Only I got to pay them when I watch it on the screen, and in my bedroom, they got to pay me!"
"You going to let me slip my banana between your bazooms." He smiled eagerly.
"Balls-you sure got balls, baby, and they won't let that big hunk of meat of yours go down, will they?"
"My balls never let me down yet," he smiled, reaching under his balls to massage them vigorously.
Gilda rolled over on her back.
"This has to be the last fuck," she said. "Your Dad is sure getting his money's worth."
"Aren't you enjoying it?"
"What should I say?" Gilda frowned. "I just get sick of sex. Sex on teevee commercials, Bob Hope's sex jokes are as dirty as the network will allow, and the movie stars are being picked on the basis of their sex organs. I go to the zoo on Sunday and see a couple of chimpanzees jerking off-where's it going to end?"
Now she was lying on her back and Neal was straddling her, his knees pressing into the mattress as he eased his cock up to her mouth.
"Honey, the object to the 'weenie-fuck' is for you to pinch the tits against the cock-okay-try it that way!"
As he slid his cock between her bosoms, he became more and more excited.
"Keep that up," she panted. "I-I love it!"
The pleasure of his penis sliding between her soft breast flesh was increased by the delightful expectation of slipping it into her mouth.
Reaching out, Gilda massaged his buttocks.
"You sure know how to do a lot of things, don't you, Gilda?"
"Competition," she replied, "forces us to play every way!" Now he knew he had to have more stimulation as his agitated balls demanded it.
Rising up, he moved over to her and let his balls swing over her face.
"Baby," he smiled, "lick my nuts!"
Neal's big balls swung back and forth over her face, and her tongue stretched out, as he let his balls fall over her nose. She loved the aroma of his loins, and panted, "Let me lick your nuts, honey."
Her tongue whipped around his testicles with effective movements and he was becoming more and more stimulated and excited.
"I-I like that," he told her. "That feels real good, Gilda."
Opening her mouth, Gilda took his nuts in and sucked on them. "Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her. "Real good."
The pleasure he was experiencing now was building, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he had to flip his cock into her face if he wasn't going to spurt in mid-air.
"Open that sweet, sucking mouth of yours," he told her as he aimed his cock for her mouth. Pumping it into her mouth, he let the balls slide on her chin.
"Now, baby-now!"
Guiding his cock into Gilda's open mouth, he thrust to the back of her throat.
"Ohhh, eat me, eat me," he groaned in a passionate frenzy as he fucked her face savagely.
He delighted to the sight of his balls bouncing on her chin as he rammed his cock roughly down her throat. It exploded suddenly, causing the creamy cum to flash flood.
Unknown to Neal, his father had slipped in, using his pass-key to Gilda's place.
He applauded as he watched his son shoving his prick in her face, as she sucked him in.
"Bravo!" his father exclaimed. "Let me join you!"
As his son continued shooting sperm into Gilda's grasping, eager mouth, he began removing his clothes.
"No reason why the old man can't join the party," he enthused. Slipping out of his shorts, he got on the bed and angled his body cross-wise, so he could stab into her pussy without disturbing his son's position.
Gilda got a big charge out of what was happening, as she felt his huge shaft thrusting in and out of her box. She pushed forward and let him get a good angle on her cunt.
"Fuck, Gilda, fuck!" Neal's father grunted in delight as he rode into her.
Glancing over his shoulder, Neal had to admit the sight of his father screwing her at this strange angle did provide some sexual excitement for him.
He drove it into her mouth with new-found force as he felt Gilda's finger playing around his ass. She thought she might get some more juice out of his cockshaft if she'd slip her finger up his asshole and massage his prostate gland. It was working, she could tell by the size of his penis. From medium soft, he was becoming rigid.
"Eat my pecker," he panted. "Come on-cock-eater, eat it!"
He rode it back and forth in her face, giving her plenty of sexual excitement. She could hardly believe anything could be this frantic. She always enjoyed getting laid by his father, but taking the son at the same time was a pleasure she hadn't counted on.
"That's how you do it! Fuck-fuck, Gilda-fuck," he called out frantically as he pitched his pecker into her pussy, admiring his son's lusty thrusts, as he rode into Gilda's hot mouth.
It didn't take him long to shoot his load into Gilda's twisting pussy.
"Oh, wow!" he groaned in delight. "What a tight twat, you've got! You must be using alum."
That did it, Gilda pulling off his son's cock to retort to that insult.
"My pussy is natural," she insisted. "And I'll thank you not to comment like that! I'm proud of it, as is!"
It was obvious to Neal that his father had made a slip, and he quickly tried to correct it.
"Gilda is just great at giving head-jobs," he smiled happily.
"I'm glad to hear that," his father replied. "Gilda doesn't come cheap."
"You bet your sweet ass, I don't come cheap." Gilda smiled. "And no more credit!"
"Has Dad been screwing you on credit, Gilda?" Neal demanded.
"You tell him," she said, looking directly at his father.
"I'm paying up tonight, Gilda! Enough of your wisecracks!"
"I'm glad," she smiled smugly. "I'm through with credit fucking. Too many cats are putting it on the cuff. I have to go back to screwing for cash on the line."
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Neal and his father left Gilda's apartment, Neal thanked him for what he'd done.
"It was really thoughtful of you, Dad, to introduce me to a nice girl like Gilda."
"Gilda isn't a nice girl," he said evenly. "But she can give a good fuck."
"You can say that again." Neal chuckled, vividly recalling his untamed sex interlude.
"I'm sorry, Son that I have to be away so much," his father apologized. "But I've got to earn a living. It isn't easy, you can believe me."
"That's all right, Dad," he said. "I can take care of myself."
"I hope so, Son." His father smiled. "I don't want you giving me grandkids while you're in high school, if you know what I mean."
"Sure, I know what you mean," he told his father.
When he got home, his mother was curious to know what the meeting they went to had been about.
"Getting home at this hour," she went on as he went into her bedroom, stumbling over a misplaced lampcord, "makes me suspicious."
"Don't bug me," he told his wife. "I'm not home often and you are always bugging me."
"Honey," she said, looking at him take his clothes off, "I know you miss me when you are on the road, and you get cross because you aren't sexually satisfied."
"How did you figure that out?" he asked, hastily slipping into his pajamas and rolling into bed, staying his distance from her.
"Every man has to get his rocks off now and then," she said, "and with your dedication to business, I know you are neglecting yourself. Honey, why don't you ever eat my box like you used to do when we first got married."
"Will you stop talking like we're a couple of teenagers, I want some sleep."
It really burned her up to think he could neglect her like this, and it made her justify her conduct all the more. She felt she had every right to sexual satisfaction from her marriage relationship, and she was disgusted to think her husband was neglecting her like this. As she lay there, recalling how he used to lick her cunt clean, then stab his giant-size cock up her pussy, she concluded he was either impotent or playing around.
"Honey," she whispered, "you asleep?"
"Not yet-and I never will get to sleep if you don't stop yakking."
"Are you impotent?" she asked softly.
"Hell, no," he replied, bristling at the very thought of it.
"Well, baby," she continued, "are you playing around with another woman when you are out of town on business?"
"No," he said emphatically.
"Then, you are a liar, dear," she said smoothly. "For if you aren't impotent, and you aren't playing around, the only thing left is masturbating, and you never did like that when I tried it you."
"You couldn't get the rhythm in your hand, sweetheart," he said sarcastically. "Now buzz off, baby doll, and let the old man get some sleep."
She rolled over and stayed awake most of the night, thinking of having sex with her son. If her husband neglected her this way, it seemed to her sex with Neal was her only way out of the dilemma.
The next morning, Tom thought he should give his wife some sexual satisfaction.
"Honey," he smiled, "I guess I was a cranky old bastard last night. I'm sorry."
"That's all right, Tom," she said. "I've suspected you had a lover for a long, long time. It doesn't come as any surprise to me."
Reaching down to touch his wife's vagina, he stroked her gently there. Now, he figured he should give her some tongue action to keep her off his back.
"Baby," he told her, "want me to eat your snatch?"
"That would be real nice if you wanted to, darling," she told him.
He got down there in a moment, and she threw the bed-clothes back to grant her husband easy access to her pussy. Tom let his tongue streak along Donna's parted thighs, and then he reached up to play with her breasts while he stabbed his tongue into her mound.
"Keep that up, honey," she panted. "I love the fingerwork on my nipples."
Tom knew how to make love when he wanted to. Even though he didn't care much about sex with his wife, anymore, when he got so much pussy on his business trips, he felt he did owe her some action now and then.
While he did get disgusted with his wife a lot of the time, he had to admit she did possess a beautiful body. He had always thought she boasted a fantastic pair of tits on her, and he loved to grip them with his hand and squeeze them. Seeing the blood rush to the red nipples had a way of stimulating him. Now, he was delighted to lick her pussy and he stabbed his tongue in there with hot, eager jabs.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, reaching down to grip her husband's head and hold him over her mound.
The hot tongue jabbed in there and he swept around inside her, getting her more excited all the time.
Figuring he could add to her delight, he inserted a finger up her asshole so she'd have the double pleasure of a hot tongue pumping up her pussy while a finger plunged up her asshole. That should be fun, he figured.
"Suck cunt," she gasped, delighting in using dirty words to egg Tom on.
The passionate pleasure overpowered her to the point where she threw her legs up, wrapping them around his neck, letting his finger up her asshole slip out.
"Eat my pussy," she panted. "Eat it! Come on, baby-eat my cunt!"
He made sure he was giving plenty of attention to her erect clitoris. His tongue swept up and down it and he nibbled, alternately probing farther inside her as he felt her beginning to juice.
"Eat my pussy," she panted. "Eat me-eat me, baby. That's how it's done! Eat my box!"
Now he was obtaining what he wanted, her juicy vagina gushing, and he let his tongue sweep around eagerly, devouring her passion-packed pussy.
Sliding out, he smiled down at his cock and held it up for her to examine.
"Does that cock look like I'm impotent?"
"I can't tell by looking," she complained. "For all I know, Tom, it could be dry."
"Honey, open your mouth and I'll give you a face fuck you won't forget! And there won't be any problem with dry runs-No way, baby-No way!"
At this point, he was only too eager to get going. He wanted to lie back and watch her go down on him. But, he figured Cami and Neal might be up, so he'd better lock their bedroom door. As he got off the bed and strode over to the door, Donna could hardly take her eyes off him. There was something strong and handsome about Tom that never failed to turn her on. His bold, masculine chest, his tapered waist, and his firm thighs, and rugged calves all evidenced the fact he was a sportsman and in great shape for his age-or any age.
She got off the bed, and pulled him by his penis back to the bed.
"Honey, I'm going to suck on this!" She smiled happily. "And you're just going to love it!"
"I hope so," he smiled. "You haven't given me a cocksuck in years."
"Well, I wonder why," she said, as he lay back on the bed, his rigid cock standing up proudly. "You haven't eaten my pussy in ages, have you now? Tell the truth!"
"I guess I have neglected you, sweetheart," he said, tenderly wrapping his arms around his beautiful wife. He pressed his lips against hers. Their lips melted in a soul kiss and soon she was reaching down to grip his penis for him, stroking it.
"Keep that up," he begged. "That feels fantastic! I like it when you play with my nuts."
They went back to kissing while she continued playing with his genitals. Now, he was pushing her, pushing her down to his penis, his balls, his ass.
Spreading his legs, he demanded, "begin with a little ass suck honey! You know I like that! Go ahead! Do it for me, baby!"
She placed a pillow under his buttocks, and crouching there, she buried her face in his behind. Soon her hot tongue was lashing away as she licked his ass cheeks.
"Just like that," he panted. "That's how I like it done. Keep that up. Now, baby-now!"
Suddenly he felt her hands gripping his bottom and squeezing as her tongue searched his asshole with loving tongue sweeps. He became so stimulated his ass quivered, and then she slid her tongue forward with a sudden, urgent surge.
All through this intimate connection, Donna kept her eyes opened. She wanted to watch her husband. She wanted to lick his most intimate areas, to stimulate and excite him as much as it was humanly possible to do so. For, she calculated, she might keep him as her lover-instead of forcing her to go to such terrible lengths as having sex with their own son.
Tom was truly pleased. He'd grown tired of sex with girls who did it with a stop clock.
"Honey, I like the enthusiasm you're putting into this ass suck. This is the way I like it!"
Reaching up, Donna grasped his mainstem and began pulling it until he got even harder. Now she stabbed her tongue up her husband Tom's asshole to the same tempo that she pulled on his thick, pulsating penis.
With her eyes open, she could see his balls jiggling up and down, see his ass quiver with excitement as she rolled her tongue in there.
Tom wasted no time in showing appreciation for his wife's dramatic display of erotic affection. His hands went down to her head and he held her in place.
"Lick the balls, baby," he panted. "Lick them. That's what I like-lick my nuts!"
Her tongue traced up the crack in his ass to his balls, which she lustily licked. Sliding up the underside of his cock-shaft, she capped the crown of his cock with her mouth.
"Suck on it," he begged. "Suck my cock, baby. Suck it!"
Focusing the action of her mouth on his meaty cock head, she gripped it tightly and squeezed. Some of the juice surfaced and she licked it quickly, remembering how much she enjoyed eating his gook when they were first married.
"Suck it off, baby, suck it off," he begged passionately. "That's the way to do it. Come on-eat my cock!"
Her lips tightened on his penis as he thrust forward. "Glom on it," he gasped, ramming it forward until it touched the back of her throat.
More sticky juice erupted from the head of his cock. "That's the way to do it," he panted. "Open up and swallow it-way down your throat! Like in the movies, honey-deep throat!"
Stabbing it vigorously down her throat, he watched his balls riding her chin. His sweaty body appealed to her and the joyous expectation of getting his cream stimulated her imagination.
"Eat the cream, baby-come on, suck me off!"
The juicy cock cream shot into her mouth and she greedily gulped.
"Suck it off-get the juice! Suck it baby, suck it off!"
As the passionate penis unloaded, Donna gladly swallowed her husband's thick sperm load.
"Gobble it!" he grunted. "Yes, yes-eat me!"
She finished him off and then, slipping her mouth off his cock, she looked at him.
"You're still tremendous! It was thick, and creamy sperm honey. Sweet just like I used to taste you. Why haven't we been loving each other like this?"
"I don't know why," Tom cried, throwing his arms around his passionate wife. "I've got to ask the boss to put me on a permanent post so I don't have all this crappy travel keeping miles between us."
"Oh, Tom, you mean it," Donna said, throwing her arms around her husband and kissing him all over his face with sticky, emotional kisses.
"Sure I do," he told her. "I'll admit I've gone to a few massage parlors, and I've had a few call girls come to my hotel but not one of those 'pay as you play' dames could do what you've done to me this morning."
"Of course not." She smiled as she looked at his happy expression lighting his face. Their marriage which had gone sour until their frenetic sex, seemed to be righting itself.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because, silly-you can buy kicks. Dames who'll lick everything, for a price. But for it to mean anything, it's got to be free and easy-like us."
"I guess I went wrong when we started those 'swap games'," he explained.
"We made a big mistake," she told him flatly. "It caused us both to demand more forbidden thrills, and it was as much my fault as yours."
For a moment, she hesitated, for she was thinking about a real problem she had to cope with. Neal-what would he do if her husband Tom was around all the time?
"What's bugging you, baby?"
"Does it show?"
"Like sin," he flashed a knowing smile. "What did you do, darling?'
"I guess I became cold," she said, desperately trying to mask her feelings of frustration, of guilt over sex with Neal.
"And with good reason," he replied, "your female intuition antenna picked up on my wave length, and you knew I was having a few cozy affairs on the sly."
Delighted he'd provided the out for her, she nodded eagerly, "You are so right. I knew it all along, darling, and I was just sick thinking of it."
She got to her feet, and strode naked toward the shower. "We better get up, Tom. The kids will be wondering what we are doing."
As Tom came into the bathroom to join Donna for a shower, he smiled at her. "We're married, so I guess they'll have to be understanding. It's legal!"
CHAPTER NINE
When Donna stepped out of her bedroom, she couldn't help notice her son Neal impatiently sitting on the sofa going through the Saturday morning newspaper.
"I slept in." She smiled at him. "How are you this morning, darling?"
"I don't know yet," he said sullenly.
His sister Cami wondered way he was acting this way. She wondered if frustration over sex with her had him uptight. His father was worried about introducing him to Gilda, and hoped he would never tell his mother or sister. And his mother was uptight, because she was living under the same room with two passionate male lovers, her husband and her son.
After a hearty breakfast, Tom suggested he and his son go out to the golf course for some exercise.
"All right, Dad," Neal agreed rather reluctantly.
After a good game of golf, his father told him bluntly, "Son-I've decided to ask the home office to let me stay at home."
"You what?" Neal gasped, immediately seeing what a real threat this could be to his having sex with his mom and sister.
"Aren't you glad?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, of course," he stumbled, hunting for words that would never betray his true feelings. "It'll be great to have another man around the house. Sure, Dad, sure!"
Now, he was coming on so strong, his father suspected something was off, and he couldn't understand it.
"About Gilda," his father apologized, "maybe I should let you find your own women. There are plenty of chicks at school who would give you what you need, I hope."
"Yes, Dad," Neal replied evenly, trying hard to keep his balance, even though he was quite disturbed.
When the weekend was over and his father was on the road again, Neal confronted his mother bluntly. "What's going to become of us when Dad stays home?"
"Dear," she said nervously. "I've been meaning to speak to you about your father. We've had what you might call a reconciliation."
"What's that?"
"We're on again." She smiled. "It happened this past weekend. It was like a second honeymoon."
While she spoke, it was all Neal could do to hold back the burning rage he felt building within.
"Aren't you happy for us?"
"Should I be?" he asked, without changing his expression.
"Honey, you and I could never go on making love. We'd be held up to ridicule-to disgrace, darling. It's sick of you to want me to continue, and that is what you want, damnit, isn't it Neal?"
"What we had going for us wasn't sick, Mom," he said. "I enjoyed screwing you more than I have with any other woman."
The word 'other' flashed the green light of jealousy on in his mom, and she glared at him. "Who am I being compared with?"
Delighted that he'd reached her emotions, at last, and got her off balance, Neal didn't reply.
"Son," she insisted, "who am I being compared with?"
"Does it matter now?"
"Answer me, Son," she demanded. "You don't treat your mother like this-do you understand?"
"The girl dad took me to see." He smiled.
Donna got to her feet, exercising all the control she could muster.
"How thoughtful of him," she exploded. "I suppose he wants to direct you in the life of vice he leads when he whores around on those business trips."
"Are you jealous, Mom?"
"Of course not. Me, jealous of a whore! In a pig's eye, I'd be jealous of one of those good for nothing little sluts!"
"Gilda is no slut," he said evenly. "She's a gorgeous hunk of woman, Mom. Too bad you are not a man, then you would appreciate her like I do."
"If I were a man, you can be damned sure, I wouldn't run around finding sluts for playmates."
"Funny," he smiled slyly. "Dad enjoyed her too!"
"What do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice lowered in shock and disgust.
"I mean this," he smiled, delighted he was getting her uptight. "Dad fucked her, and so did I."
"What?" she shrieked in horror, shock and revulsion.
"We fucked her at the same time," he smiled smugly.
"That's awful," she groaned. "Your father would do a thing like that! Ohhh, I should divorce him."
"Maybe he'd divorce you, Mom, if he knew you fucked me. Try that on for size!"
Neal knew he had to do something, and do it fast.
He got to his feet, heading for the door.
"So long, Mom." He smiled. "I guess I'll go see Gilda!"
She hurried to the door before him, throwing herself across the door and looking aghast.
"You-you wouldn't forsake your own mom for a tramp like that, would you, sweetheart? Tell me, you-don't lie to me-you enjoyed it more with me than with that cheap hustler. Your Dad paid her, and paid her plenty for everything she did with you both. It didn't mean anything. Women like that have no morals. They're trash!"
Neal didn't move. He just stood before his mother, whose face had drained to white out of fear and anger.
"That's all I wanted to know." He laughed. "You love me!"
"Sure I do-I-I do!"
"And, Mom, now that you've admitted you do love me, why don't you wise up and give a good fuck-or suck-or something. I've got to shoot my load."
Throwing her arms around him, she held him closely to her body. "Oh, baby-you had me worried!"
As Neal wrapped his arms tightly around his mom, he whispered, "Don't think you didn't have me worried! I thought you were hooked on the dirty old man again, and would leave me out in the cold."
Looking up, tears streaking across her face, she admitted, "I love you both-sexually! That's my problem!"
"You love me more than the old man, don't you, Mom? Admit it, Mom. Admit the truth for once in your rotten life!"
"Damnit, I do," she said, realizing this confrontation had forced the admission of truth.
"Cami will be coming home any minute," Neal reminded her. "We can't fuck here."
"Where should we go?"
"A motel. Pick any one you want, Mom. That's what most of them are for. Nobody is traveling anymore, except on a mattress. There isn't any shortage of sex energy, I'll tell you that for damn sure."
Neal stroked his bulging crotch, diverting his mother's eyes to his huge penis.
Reaching out, she stroked the outline of his cock, and a smile curled about her sensuous lips.
"Want it, Mom?" Neal smiled, enticing her by unzipping his fly and reaching inside his shorts to pull out his penis.
Stroking it, he prided himself in its huge size.
"Does that turn you on, Mom?"
Still standing protectively over the doorway, half frozen in shock at the realization of how much she wanted her own son, she nodded silently.
"Well, then-just touch it. I'll give you a fucking preview of what comes later on a fucking motel mattress."
Hesitantly, she reached out, touching the head of his huge cock shaft. As she did so, juice-crystal cum
-surfaced at its small slit.
"Take your hands off it now, Mom." He smiled hotly. "You can have it. Every inch of it, if you forget the old man, and fuck me in a motel tonight."
"All right," she agreed.
Neal was delighted that he had her right where he wanted her and he determined he would not be deterred from what he wanted to do with her.
Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks and asked him bluntly, "What did you do with the tramp? Did you lick her cunt?"
"What's it to you?"
"Plenty," his mother snapped. "I think I have a right to know what my son is doing with a slut his father took him to. It might clue me in on what she does that I didn't do that made him go to her in the first place!"
"Well, Mom," he smiled, "Gilda is an ass-eater, and she licked my asshole out, real nice."
"Hmmm, what else?"
"Mom, Gilda coated her cunt, and my asshole with honey-and we had a ball doing a sixty-nine!"
"I can supply honey," she said smugly. "You don't have to line that slut's cunt with honey if you want to have a good time."
"You are jealous." He laughed. "You are damn well jealous!"
"Why shouldn't I be?" she shrieked. "When you've got someone who can give you the kind of action your own mom can, how dare you cheat on me and pick up with tramps?"
"Why the hell should we waste time, Mom?" He smiled. "Let's get cracking."
As she went to her bedroom, he followed and continued talking, "Have you got any French ticklers?"
"Sure I do. Your father has a couple French ticklers you could use. I've always enjoyed getting fucked with them."
"Super, Mom." He smiled. "And what about honey?"
"I'm fresh out of honey," she lamented. "But how would you like to lick whipped cream off my titties!?"
"Sounds good to me. You do have remarkable bosoms, Mom. Sure, I'd like to lick whipped cream off your tits. If you've got some fudge and a banana, we could have a banana split."
When Donna went to the kitchen, she took quite a few things along with her, realizing she was involved in competition with another woman.
"What all you taking, Mom?" He smiled, as he saw her fitting some ice cubes into a small ice-bucket.
"It might not hurt to have these," she said. "And a couple bottles of booze."
"Mom-we're going to have a real party."
"Certainly, we are, Son," she said. "And why shouldn't we? Your father hasn't been faithful-that's for sure. And, when I think of him having so little regard for your sexual welfare as to take you out to be raped by a cheap hustler, it makes me sick to my stomach."
"Knock it off, Mom. It makes you jealous! You can't stand the thought of any woman but yourself making it with Dad or me."
"Honey," she said. "You speak the truth!"
A smile wreathed her face and she nodded. "I guess that's the truth. I'm hooked on you, baby."
"Me or my cock?"
"The cock, and what it's attached to-you!"
When she had packed a picnic basket, with honey, chocolate syrup, ice cubes and booze, she said, "I guess we're ready, darling."
"No-not yet," he reminded her. "Get the French tickler! I want to use that!"
"Certainly, Son." She smiled.
CHAPTER TEN
Donna left a note for her daughter, saying that they were invited to Aunt Charlotte's house for dinner and they'd be back late.
"What if she checks with Aunt Charlotte?"
"That's true," she said. "I'm glad you thought of that. I'll tell her we went out to see a movie."
"Good idea, she won't find us that way."
Now that an appropriate note had been written, they both left the house.
"How are you going to sign in?"
"How would John and Mary Adams be?" She smiled. "Or maybe Smith, that's a popular name-Bill and Betty Smith."
"You're great, Mom," he laughed. "You should have been an actress."
"I am an actress, dear," she smiled. "I've had to be to get through some of the sticky situations I've been through with your father when we used to go to all those weekend swap meets."
"You and Dad used to do that?" he exclaimed. "How disgusting!"
"Not so," she insisted, as she drove on down the freeway, keeping an eagle eye open to find a motel where they could get together for sex.
"What do you mean, Mom? You trying to say any decent couple would get involved with a lot of other couples?"
"Certainly, dear," she insisted. "Suburban sex swap meets are as normal as apple pie these days."
"Maybe so," he admitted.
Soon, they found a motel that appealed to Donna and she stopped.
"Why did you like this one, Mom?"
"Water beds." She smiled. "I've never been fucked on one. Is that what you screwed Gilda on, dear?"
"No," he admitted. "She did have a king-size bed, but it wasn't a water-bed."
"Pity," she said quietly. "By the way I hear a lot of those hustlers are actually Lesbians. They fuck women for their own personal pleasure, and only screw men for the money."
"Gilda was all woman," he assured her.
"I do hope so, Son." She smiled. "I'd hate to think of you loving a woman one moment, when she's making love to another woman the next. It isn't wholesome."
"Do you think our relationship is?"
"Certainly, dear," she insisted, as she parked the car. "We have love for each other. And that clothes our relationship with beauty-as well as respectability."
"I'm glad you think so, Mom," He laughed, wondering if she was really that far out, or just inventing for the sake of her ego.
"Now, I think I'll use Smith-Betty Smith. That does sound nice, doesn't it?"
"Yes." He smiled. "But won't they think it funny the woman signs in, instead of the man?"
"Well, that's true," she admitted. "But there's a slump that hit the motels because of the energy-crunch, so maybe they'll not make a fuss-as long as I pay them for their fucking water bed."
"Good thinking, Mom," he told her. "You are on the ball!"
Donna got out of the car, and went into the office. She signed in as Smith-Betty and Bill-and paid twenty-five dollars for the large room she rented, with its teevee and water-bed.
Returning to the car, she pulled out the small basket of items she'd packed for their playtime.
"I can hardly wait to ball you, Mom." He smiled eagerly, "We'll have ourselves a fucking good time."
"Don't be crude, dear-"
They didn't take long to get into the motel room, and then he immediately suggested, "Now-take off your clothes, Mom."
"Certainly, dear. And you do likewise."
Donna delighted in stripping in front of her son. She enjoyed seeing his eyes bulge when he'd look at her. And he was eager to touch her.
The moment the bra slipped off, his hands reached out to grip her melon breasts and squeeze them playfully.
"Oh, Son. It's wonderful you appreciate me so much. I remember the first time you pinched those same nipples. You pinched them with your mouth, sweetheart, when you were a sucking baby."
"I wasn't sucking on your pussy then, was I?"
"No, dear!" She smiled. "You certainly weren't."
Without waiting for her to slip out of her panties, he pulled them down, glancing at her crotch and experiencing hot delight at the first sight of her slit.
"Does it turn you on that much, dear?"
"Bet your ass, it does," he enthused.
Now, she looked at her son, who stood close by clad only in his jock shorts.
"How many times I've admired you, baby," she admitted. "When I'd see you in the summer time in your swimming suit I could tell you were quite a man. I could see that huge cock of yours just waiting for someone to love it."
"Go ahead. It's all yours, Mom." Neal smiled proudly down in the direction of his bulging shorts. She teased the elastic waist band, toying with it, tormenting him.
"Hurry up, Mom," he begged. "I'll juice in my jock shorts if you don't get busy and fast."
Reaching down, she massaged his penis. Then she tugged his shorts down and he stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor and heading toward the water bed.
"Honey," she smiled, "I'm going to eat your ass out. I've got some whipped cream and chocolate, and I'll fix the sexiest sundae you ever heard of."
"Go ahead, Mom," he told her. "I'd love that!"
"All right, darling-on your stomach-that's the first step." He lay flat on his stomach, spreading his legs slightly. His mother, picking the whipped cream, and chocolate from the container spotted the booze and ice cubes.
"I'm fixing me a bourbon, baby," she smiled. "A little liquid refreshment always helps get the sex show rolling!"
"Right on, Mom." He smiled.
She not only fixed a bourbon and seven for herself, but one for her son. He flipped over to take the liquor glass from her, and sipped it slowly.
As they drank, they played with each other.
Finishing her drink, she placed it on the floor. "Now, baby, let's you and I begin! The sexiest sundae ever!"
Neal flipped over on his stomach, again spreading his legs. She took the container of chocolate and told him, "Help your Mom, baby. Part your sweet ass cheeks, so I can coat them with chocolate. I'll add whipped cream to the top."
"Sure, Mom." He smiled, enjoying the idea of doing something different.
She held his ass cheeks apart and gave him the idea of how she wanted him to do it. Then, he held them open for her while she spooned the sticky chocolate into his asshole.
"And now, a whipped cream topping!" She smiled, pouring the contents of the press-button container of whipped cream all over his firm, round behind.
"Yes, Mom, yes," he told her. "This is going to be groovy. Eat my ass, Mom-go ahead-eat it!"
Her hot tongue lashed out and she began licking the whipped cream off his upraised buttocks. He loved it and felt the sexual wave-length she was tuned-in on send sexual electricity flashing up and down his tingling spine.
"Eat ass. Suck it. Lick the whipped cream off my butt," he begged her passionately. "That's the way I want it! Ohh, yes, yes-keep it up! I love that!"
She was letting her tongue sweep down now to the crack between his ass cheeks, and then she stabbed his anus with a vigorous jab.
"Suck ass. Suck it, baby, suck it," he begged.
Donna was delighting in the debasing act of eating her own son's ass out, and the chocolate coating was making it a sweet tongue trip.
"Stab your tongue way up there," he gasped. "Come on, Mom. Ride your tongue all the way up my asshole. That's the way I like it! Keep it going, baby. Keep it going!"
The pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Her son's behind was arching up so much now, she could easily reach around and grasp his throbbing male member.
"That's it, Mom. Eat my ass out, and jerk me!"
She continued to keep her face buried in his buttocks, as she stabbed her tongue up his tight asshole.
"Oh, yes. Yes, that's it." He gasped in delight as her tongue stabbing high up his rectum. That, coupled with her hand gripping his cock firmly, and pulling it back and forth, was bringing him perilously close to climax.
The last thing he wanted was for her to get his gun off without the head of it being embedded in her cunt, her asshole, or sliding in and out of her hot mouth.
"Glom on my dick, Mom, and fuck me! Drain my nuts! I'm loaded as hell tonight!"
It didn't take Donna long to slip her slippery tongue out of Neal's tight behind and get beneath him. He was still on his haunches as she pulled his prick to her mouth and, encasing it in her moist mouth, sucked vigorously.
"Eat my dick," he demanded. "Eat me, Mom. Get the juice out of it. Ohhh, yes, yes, like that! Keep sucking!"
He enjoyed looking down at the saliva-slickened penis as he pumped it into her face.
"Oh, yes, play with the balls. Keep it up! That's the way I like it. Come on, baby! Do me!"
Donna delighted in watching. She enjoyed seeing the huge penis shaft thrust in and out of her mouth. And she liked the sight of his swinging, swelling balls as he pumped his huge hunk of meat into her mouth.
"You're going to get a big load, tonight, Mom," he promised her, enjoying the sight of her cheeks sucking in.
"Suck the cock," he commanded. "Suck that cock! Now, you're doing it. Suck that big, juicy cock!"
His pumping, throbbing penis was producing plenty of excitement in both their bodies, for Neal could hardly wait to unload his sperm in her mouth and see her suck it all out. And she was equally eager to taste him again.
She enjoyed the fact that his cum was thick. She delighted in the sweet taste of his white cream.
"Stab my asshole with your finger, Mom," he demanded.
One finger touched his anal ring, and then she pumped it into his asshole, giving him the double excitement of an ass fuck, and a cock suck at the same time.
"Fuck my ass! Eat my prick! That's it, Mom. Oh, you're doing it beautiful now!"
To add to his pleasure, he glanced over to the mirror to watch the reflection of their action together. It was indeed a sexy sight so see her pumping her finger up his asshole while she was hanging on to his cock with her mouth.
"Eat me, Mom," he begged. "Go ahead! Eat my juicy dick!" She was creating such a suction in the head of his penis-shaft he knew the cream would come flying out of it any moment, and then it did.
"Woweee! Hot mama-I'm juicing! Suck the cream out of my cock! Suck it off! Get it all out, Mama!"
Donna sucked with all her might, letting the sticky sperm swirl around in her mouth so she could taste him, enjoying every throbbing moment of their wild time together.
"I can't stand it, I can't stand it," he groaned in sexual joy, as she sucked his seed with passionate speed and psychological need.
Donna had to prove to him that she could give him better blow jobs than Gilda. She was determined not to be outdistanced by the cheap hustler, even if she did have more sex mileage.
"Stop it, Mom. Stop it-you're tickling my dick! You've got it all out, Mom."
In her obsession to outdistance her competition, she had gone overboard and sucked too hard, causing an unpleasant tickle in the head of his cock.
She reluctantly released his cock.
"I'm sorry, Son." She smiled limply. "I got carried away! I'm sorry."
"I guess you did." He chuckled as he glanced down at his still hard male member and saw some red teeth marks.
"How do I rate, honey?" she demanded. "Do I give better blow jobs than Gilda? Do I, Son?"
Seeing how much it meant to her, Neal nodded.
"Yes, Mom. You sure as hell do."
"Good, baby. You don't know what saying that did for me!"
"I have an inkling." Neal winked at his Mom, whose face was wreathed in a triumphant smile of a victor.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Going over to the dresser, Neal picked up the two French ticklers, examining them closely.
"These are funny looking things, Mom."
Donna got to her feet. Going over to the dresser, she looked at the two French ticklers.
"This one," she explained, "With the small rubber nodules on the end can produce plenty of pleasure in my pussy. These nodules press against me just the way I like to have something stimulate me."
"And what about this one?"
"This is good, too," she explained. "It scrapes against my pussy and it can do wonderful things. But try this other one on first."
Grasping his cock, his mother stroked it gently, cupping her son's balls with her other hand.
"We're going to have a ball." She smiled. "And don't think we're not."
When his cock was back to its erect state, she slipped the French tickler over the head of his shaft.
"Gee, that looks funny." Neal chuckled, as he saw the rubber slip-on French tickler, with its strange rubber nodules over his dick.
"But it feels fantastic, honey!" She smiled. "Now, let's get on the bed, and begin fucking."
Donna wasted no time. Going over to the bed, she spread her legs invitingly and massaged her vagina to excite him into action. Neal sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, his rigid penis with the French tickler exciting her no end.
She raised her legs, placing her buttocks on a pillow. Reaching down, she continued massaging her thatch.
Turning to look at her, Neal smiled. "All right, Mom-you get my cock!"
He got on the bed in front of her, mounting her with a little difficulty. However, Donna helped her son obtain entrance to her eager cunt. Parting the pussy-lips, she smiled in delighted expectation. "Come on, honey! Fuck your mama!"
The huge shaft slid smoothly into her vagina and she grasped it tightly.
"Fuck me. Fuck me," she cried enthusiastically. "That's it, baby. Like that! Ohhh, yes, your mama loves it with that tremendous tickler!"
As he thrust into her with a steady, even pace, she could feel the French tickler stimulating her, adding to her pleasure.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes-yes. That's what I want," she panted. "Do me, baby-do me good!"
She loved the exciting and stimulating feel of the huge shaft stabbing into her moist, hungry pussy.
"It feels good when you grab it with your cunt muscles, Mom," he complimented her.
"They call that 'snapping pussy' honey." She smiled, proud of her achievement.
Faster, now, he rammed in and she spread her legs out so she could feel of his back. Her hands massaged gently up and down his tingling spine. And gently parting his buttocks, she slid a finger into his tight anus. Then, she stabbed up there.
"Fuck me," he panted. "Come on, Mom. Give it to me!"
Donna's finger found good sliding territory up her son's tight anal channel. Neal's ass wiggled as she pumped it in and out, and it improved his cockstabs. This was why she wanted to slip her finger up his asshole in the first place, for she could give him a vigorous prostate massage which would add to the pleasure greatly.
Continuing to grip his penis within the hot coils of her cunt, she'd alternately grab for his sliding penis, and release it. He loved the way she could milk it with magnificent movements.
"Oh, yes, Mom," he panted. "That's how I want it! Keep doing it! Yes, keep that up!"
Donna gladly kept her finger sliding up his tight asshole, joyfully gripped his penis in her pussy. And then she was pressing her lips against his cheek in adoration.
"Can you feel it? Can you feel that French tickler, Mom?" he asked eagerly.
"I sure can, Son." She smiled. "It adds just the excitement my pussy needs. Keep fucking me!"
"Yes, baby, yes," she moaned, as she passionately pushed her pelvis forward to meet his accelerating cockstabs. "Fuck it! Fuck, baby, fuck. Now-now, you're doing it!"
Their bodies, sweaty and hot, were slapping against each other in eager anticipation of that juicy climax which was just around the corner.
Looking up at her young, virile son, Donna saw his jaw hang slack, his lower lip quiver as he pumped his meat into her mound.
"Come on, baby. Fuck me! Give me every inch of that long, hard dick, honey! Fuck me!"
The juice was about to explode as her twisting tail continued pulling on his peter.
"I-I'm almost there, Mom. Keep your ass in motion!"
Donna didn't stop now. She was too eager for her son's pecker to explode in her pussy. This was the moment of truth, the climax.
Locking her legs around him now, she pulled her finger out of his asshole and pumped her pelvis back hard to meet his advancing cockstabs.
"Fuck, Mom, fuck!"
At this point, the slippery cock went on driving into her and she was almost there.
"Fuck it off!" Fucking with impact, he finally got it to the point of juicing.
"I'm cumming, Mom," he gasped. "I'm cumming!"
"Oh, Son," she panted passionately. "You are too fucking much! Keep driving that hammer dick of yours into mama's tight twat! Yes, baby, yes!"
They were reduced to animal sex-their connection, their sex organs. A cock, equipped with a tickler, stabbing into a moist, tight, hungry, grasping hole.
At this point, the fact they were male and female mattered most, and the fact they were mother and son shriveled into insignificance in the light of their lusty sexual communication.
"I'm cumming, too," Donna panted, delighted they'd made it right on target. "Don't stop, darling. Keep feeding me those solid inches of cock meat."
The added lubrication of her pussy juices aided him as he slid it lustily back and forth.
"Keep fucking," he gasped. "Fuck-fuck it, Mom. Fuck it!"
It was at this passionate pitch that she realized as never before why her son mattered so much to her. It was perfectly clear to her that he could keep battering into her body with a hard-on long after her husband Tom had to stop. It was this sexual energy she craved.
"Oh, baby, you're loaded." She smiled as he finished. Withdrawing, his cock dripping with cum, he reached down to slip the French tickler off.
"There's no energy crunch when it comes to your cock." She smiled proudly. "Honey-I think you could give me another fuck! Want to try it?"
"Yes," he told her. "I want to try it real bad!"
"All right," she smiled, rolling over. "Why don't you stab it up mom's asshole? You've got it all slippery and nice, honey. So go right ahead."
Grasping the ass cheeks, hot-blooded Neal slid his cum juice slippery cock up his mother's tight asshole.
"Shove it up there, honey! Sock it to me!"
With her ass at this angle, he found little difficulty in driving it up there. Passionately ramming it up her asshole, she twisted about.
"Oh, baby, I love this! All the way, honey! Every inch! Now, you're doing it! Fuck it, Son fuck it!"
The twisting asshole took Neal's cock on an erotic trip, the likes of which he'd never experienced before.
"Do you like this?" she turned to ask, watching his slippery shaft sliding rhythmically in and out of her upraised asshole.
"Oh, yes, Mom, yes. Your asshole is tighter than your cunt. You can really give a super-fuck this way!"
The passion persisted, and she continued churning her behind for her son, who was delighting in his cock stabbing.
"Look at my balls bouncing on your butt, Mom," he panted, as he looked in the mirror, at the sight of his cock sliding up, pumping down, and the balls bouncing on her behind.
"What a sight!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Son, reach around and play with my tits. Feel of my pussy!"
Wrapping his arms around her, he felt his chest pressing down on her back and his hands gripping her big bosoms. Pinching the nipples, she panted with excitement.
"Fuck me-fuck me, Mom," he begged, and she added the fire to her ass movements, as she twisted around.
"Ohh-ahhh-yes-yes, fuck-fuck hard. Fuck fast!"
No doubt about it, he was having a wonderful time, and so was she. His hot hands were on her bosoms, pinching the nipples until they were erect and red. Letting one hand glide down to her dripping mound, he inserted a couple of fingers in her snatch, and began pumping them into her.
"Yes, baby. I like that! You got real good finger movements, honey. You know just how to do it! Fuck me-fuck me real good!"
The intensity with which he rode his cock up her asshole and jabbed his forefingers into her box brought waves of erotic pleasure to her.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me, baby-keep fucking! Hang in there, honey. Hang in there!"
At this point, his passionate penis was plunging in time to her shoving ass, which pushed back to meet him.
"Now, you're fucking," he panted. "Ohhh, Mom-you're juicing! I feel it. My fingers are gooey with your cum!"
Indeed, she was juicing, as his fingers pinched her clit. The juice, trickling down her inner thigh, ignited him to new sexual frenzy.
"Ohh, wow!" he gasped. "I made it, Mom! I'm with you!" The pecker exploded high in her twisting rectum and she was milking it with her movements.
"Keep your ass in gear," he told her. "Let me finish, Mom-let me finish!"
He didn't pull his pecker out of her asshole until he'd finished unloading his sperm. Now, with her asshole lined with cum, its lubrication provided an easy exit.
Slipping his fingers out of her twisting twat first, he next withdrew his cock from her asshole.
Then, collapsing in a heap, he lay there. His mother rolled over, and put her arm around him.
"I'm so proud of you, Son." she smiled. "You are such a man! How many boys your age could give their moms a fuck like you just gave me."
"You don't know how good it makes me feel, Mom, to know you appreciate me." He smiled.
"Of course I do, darling. And that's why I'm in a dilemma. Your philandering father has decided to quit playing around with other pussy and confine what is left of his sexual fire to the home bed."
"What is left? You mean dad has burned out?"
"He can't hold a candle to what you can do, Son." She smiled.
It made Neal plenty proud to hear his Mom talking to him like that. "It's a damn shame he had to fuck around with all those sluts when he had you to fuck!"
"And suck," his Mom reminded him. "I always told Tom I would allow him to eat my cunt. So there was no problem there."
"I read you, Mom. You are saying dad had no excuse for all his horsing around, as you'd do anything a whore would do, and do it better."
"Naturally, Son." She smiled proudly. "I went by the old adage which says a woman should be a cook in the kitchen and a lady in the parlor, but a whore in the bedroom."
"I'll bet you'd have made a neat whore, Mom," he complimented her.
"No way, Son." She shook her head defiantly. "Your mom has a moral code that won't allow such carryings on. After all, I am a woman possessed of the finer feelings, and I could never just hop in bed and suck and fuck for any old stud."
"Yeah, Mom," he nodded. "That's true! You can do it with Daddy and me cause you love us!"
"That's it, dear, you scored a bullseye when you said it that way! I love you and your father. Therefore, I love your bodies-all over-no sucks barred! A lot of women won't eat ass, or give blow-jobs, or even ass fuck for that matter," she explained. "But I've always been a lusty, sexy bitch who could screw up a storm. So, it's been absurd for your father to leave me alone in bed night after night."
"Is that the reason you wanted to get my cock into your cockpit?" he smiled at his Mom.
"Guess so," she giggled. "To be honest-and I couldn't be anything but honest-and true to my beliefs that is."
"Mom, what if there is another woman I should care for?" he asked, secretly thinking of his sister, but pretending it was a hypothetical question to mask the truth.
"Do you have someone you're balling on the side? No doubt you have as much loyalty in your loins as your father does!"
"No way, Mom, no way. When I've got you, why should I be looking for another piece of ass. It's like this, when you've got butter in the refrigerator, why be out looking for oleomargarine?"
"Hmm, that's what I wonder about your father," she said suspiciously. "He's had his butter, but he's always sniffing for oleo!"
"Pop is pussy possessed," he explained.
"You mean like devil possessed?" she asked, not quite understanding what he was driving at.
"Precisely," he explained. "He doesn't possess pussy. Pussy possesses him. He sees a cute chick, and what is he always thinking about when he gets his first sniff?"
"Pussy, of course," she said, giving some credence to what Neal was suggesting. "Then he really is a weak man-and pussy can lead him around by the nose."
"Right on!" Neal smiled. "I don't know whether it's the pussy hair he digs, cause a lot of men go wild just looking at those nice, hairy cunts, or whether it's the slit that gets his balls in an uproar. But, Dad is pussy crazy! When we were fucking Gilda together, you should have seen him."
"It's a good thing, I didn't," she smirked. "I might have done him in."
"Don't blame Gilda," he insisted, "she was just giving me a normal blow job, and then you know what happens?"
"Tell me-I'm all tears," she quipped.
"Well, dad has to barge in."
"He would!"
"Right when I was about to get my climax!"
"Terrible timing," she shuddered. "Don't tell me he joined the party at that point!"
"He did, Mom. Because I was sitting on her tits, feeding her face with my cock, the old man had to pull off his clothes in a hurry, and straddle fuck her."
"How dreadful!" she exclaimed.
"You should have seen him go to town, Mom. I think he was feeling he had to prove something or other."
"Sure, he was," she snapped indignantly. "I can see right through that, dear. He had to prove that he could out fuck you!"
"Maybe you are right, mom," he said, his forehead creasing at her remarkable insight. "How did you figure that out?"
"Knowing your father's ego when it comes to sex-it was easy. He always took such pride in his 'balls', used to glibly announce, he had plenty of 'balls'."
"He did give her a pretty good screwing." He smiled.
"Mostly a put-on," she insisted. "Your father hasn't been good in bed for years, except for his long, strong tongue. When he quit eating my box, of course, it wasn't fun anymore."
"I can understand that," he nodded.
"I'm worried about your sister, Cami," she said seriously, "I'm afraid she isn't a virgin anymore."
"Does that matter anymore?"
"Of course, dear," she said. "For a girl it is important! At least it was in my day. Your father never would have married me if he couldn't have the honor of busting my cherry."
"Maybe Cami is a virgin," he suggested, hoping it would relieve her mind.
"No, I've seen hanky-panky with her and that worthless Herbert she's been chasing around with."
"Where?"
"On our nice sofa," she declared. "You have no idea how worried I was at first. Figuring she was a virgin, I thought he'd bust her cherry on my cream damask sofa."
"What happened?"
"Well as far as I could tell from where I was peeking," she explained, "they were eating each other following their traditional screw."
"Did you get excited watching?"
"Sure, I did," she declared adamantly. "I was so angry I was shaking thinking of them ruining my sofa with blood or cum."
"That's my mom," he laughed, "worried about the sofa first, and sister second."
"Look at it this, way, dear," she explained, "that sofa means a lot to me, and sometimes I don't think I mean much to Cami. So naturally I can't care for her the way I suppose a normal mother should."
"Do you think we are a normal family?" he asked bluntly.
"Well, I certainly hope not," she declared. "That would be terribly dull, wouldn't it?"
Teasing her nipple with his finger, he nodded, "Yes, Mom-that would indeed be dull-terribly dull!"
She looked at him and noticed his penis had gone soft.
"Oh, I hate to see you like this, baby," she declared. "You've gone limp on me."
"It won't take long to bring it back to life," he assured her.
She reached down and began feeling of his huge cock, stroking it playfully. It began surging back to life and she planted a kiss on its knobby head, licking its velvet crown adoringly.
"Son," she smiled, "how would you like to let mom ride your rod! Wouldn't that be fun?"
Glancing down at her crotch and seeing dew drops glistening, Neal recognized it was time to fuck mom again.
"Aren't you a trifle oversexed, Mom?" he smiled.
Indignantly, she replied, "I think not! I'm just like any other American woman-I require a little affection now and then."
Neal spread his legs so his Mom could slide up and down on his cock. She reached out to grip his penis, and pumped her cunt down hard over it.
As she rode up and down the huge penis, her breasts bounced. It really turned her virile young son on to see his Mom's big bosoms bouncing like this.
"Fuck my cock, Mom. Fuck-fuck fast!"
If there was one thing that disturbed her about his screwing, it was the speed factor. She didn't see why he had to do it so rapidly. But, there was an intense urgency that couldn't be denied about the way she did it.
"Come on, and fuck!" he panted.
"Slow down, son," she said, "what's the rush! Make it last." Oh, that feels so good when you thrust it in there like that."
Watching in the mirror, Donna marveled at the magnificent sight of the slick, sliding cock. He was pumping it to her while she rode down it.
"Fuck me, Mom," he begged. "Fuck me! Now, you're doing it. That's the way I like it-fuck!"
His hands moved from her soft breasts to her firm, round behind, and he held on good while he stabbed into her.
"Keep fucking, Mom," he panted, coming close to climax. The suction building up in their bodies, about to explode was accented with the slippery-slide sound of his cock driving up there.
Finally he unloaded with a gasp of passion, "I'm getting my rocks off, Mom." And then she twisted her ass around as his hands held firm. She was determined to feel his plunging penis as he stabbed into her with youthful zest.
"Oh, son," she groaned in delight, "mom made it too! What did I tell you? Riding the rod is a great way to make it! Keep pumping your meat in me, baby! I just love it when I feel it."
Donna's pussy muscles were pumping vigorously now, producing plenty of excitement for him, as well as her.
"I like it when we can slip in our slimy old cum," he laughed. "Easy sliding!"
When she'd milked it completely, she eased off him. He lay back, relaxing, as she went into the bathroom. He heard water running, and he wondered why.
"What are you doing in there, Mom?"
"Taking a tub bath, honey," she replied. "Would you care to join me?"
"Sure, Mom." He chuckled, going into the bathroom to join her. There she was naked as a jaybird, sitting in the tub and splashing in the water like a kid.
"How would you like me to wash you, Son?" She smiled. "We haven't done this since you were a baby."
"I was too young to appreciate your cunt, then, Mom." He smiled, stepping bare ass naked into the tub with her.
She reached out with a bar of soap in her hand and lightly fondled his balls.
"Oh, this feels good." She smiled. "Real, good, baby!"
She spared no effort to wash his cock completely, and then massaging his balls with the soap, washed them off too.
"Now, honey," she suggested, "flip over, so I can wash your asshole out."
Getting on all fours, she slid the soap between his slippery ass cheeks, and teased his asshole with it.
"That feels good," he said, surprised at how good it did feel.
"Sure it does, Son," she said. "And mom isn't going to let you down. She'll kiss it when she cleans it."
Having soaped it, she washed the soap out with a handful of water and then she kept her word and kissed his behind.
"That's nice, Mom. But it isn't enough! I want you to eat it for me!"
"Sure, baby," she declared, and soon she was licking around his asshole, with her tongue.
The pleasure he was deriving at this point was sensational and he wanted her to be totally uninhibited and slide her tongue up his asshole.
"Come on, Mom," he begged. "Stab it with your tongue!"
She did as she was told, sending her tongue plunging up his tender asshole, causing him to become hard again.
She knew what to do now. Reaching around his thigh, she gripped his wet penis and began pumping it.
"I like that," he told her. "Keep jerking me!"
Her tongue stabs, timed to her hand pulls on his penis, produced waves of electrical sexual excitement in the young man's trembling body.
"Suck ass. Suck ass, Mom. Suck my asshole!" he smiled, glancing back at her as she went on eating away.
He could hardly wait to slip his big tool into her moist and loving mouth. He wanted her to encase it with her sensuous full lips, so he could obtain the thrills he required.
But as she pumped his cock, he realized he couldn't stand much more of this stimulating motion or he'd be juicing.
"Stop it, Mom," he begged. "Stop jerking me off!"
Slipping her hot tongue out of his tight anus, she dropped his dick, demanding, "Now, face me, honey! I want to eat you!"
Turning around, she gripped his slippery ass cheeks and held on to his cock's head with her hungry, grip-tight mouth.
"Suck my prick, Mom," he panted. "Suck that juicy joystick! Come on, Mom-you know you want it-suck me!"
Her cheeks were sucking in as she went to work on his cock, and his passionate pleasure was building every moment.
The sound of the sloshing water in the bathtub as he rammed it to her only added to his pleasure.
"Grab my ass. Finger my asshole!"
Donna gripped her son's buttocks, playing with his asscheeks as she did so.
"Ohhh, yes, Mom, yes," he panted as he pumped it to her with vigorous thrusts. He liked to pull it way out and watch it slide way back.
"Eat me," he begged. "Eat my big, juicy pecker! That's what I want, Mom. Eat my dong!"
Donna opened wider, allowing him easy access to her throat. He loved to feel the head of his big penis, rubbing against her throat, and this was the moment he waited for.
"Be a sword swallower, Mom," he panted, as he jabbed it down her throat for the final cockstab. "Take it all in, now! That's the way to do me! Eat my gook!"
His balls trembled on her lips as he savagely fucked her face, ramming all the way down her throat as he grabbed her head, arching it so he could conveniently thrust it back at that angle.
"Eat my sperm, Mom. You want my creamy cum, don't you?" The hot, juicy sperm load splashed down her throat as she joyously gulped his juice.
He didn't pull his peter out of her face until she'd finished. Then, slowly, he pulled away from her.
"Thanks, Mom," he smiled. "That was a super blow-job. And to think you could do me in the bathtub too. You're really a super mom."
"Do you think I am, dear?" she smiled proudly.
"Of course, you are, Mom," he assured her, stepping out of the tub and onto a bath mat.
He dried off with a thick motel towel and she got out of the tub, too. He helped dry her off, and she got a big charge out of his pinches.
"You pinch my bottom just like your father used to." She smiled. "Sex with you, son, is like-a re-run."
"Mom," he said, "there is one thing that worries me about our relationship."
"Why should that be?" she asked, seemingly amazed that he should register any displeasure whatsoever in their unique relationship.
"Well," he smiled, "I'll tell you what the score is! I can't be tied to your pussy strings. I'm a man in my own right, and someday I must assert my independence."
"Good for you, Son." She smiled. "I love to hear you talk that way. Until you've thought about independence, you could never achieve it. Am I right?"
"Yes, Mom," he told her. "You are so right!"
"I accept that."
"But that will mean the end to our relationship. Sexually speaking, I mean," he said, tossing his towel aside, and striding bare ass naked into the bedroom and stretching out on their much used bed.
"Well, dear," she smiled, "I'll confess-I never gave that day much thought. I guess I've always avoided the unpleasant things I didn't care to face."
"That is being immature, Mom."
"How dare you talk to me that way," she said. "I'm twice your age. You know that, and I am your mother. I think I know what maturity means.
"I'm not so sure you do," he insisted. "I mean-you've got the hots for my body now and I can't fuck you enough ways."
"Why, Son," she exclaimed, "I was only trying to help-as any normal mom would!"
"Is our relationship normal?" he asked crisply. "And tell the truth for once-is it?"
"Not exactly, dear, but we are one of those exceptions, like in a Greek tragedy. People back in ancient times were forever falling in love with their sons and daughters, and having wild sex orgies. Look at Rome-didn't they have the orgies?"
"Yeah, and look what happened to Rome."
"Must you, Son?" She smiled. "I prefer thinking of imperial Rome before the collapse. I would loved to have lived back then. Sex was placed on a pedestal and everybody was having a marvelous time fucking. And the food was so fabulous they'd vomit just so they could eat some more."
"Well, it's Rome all over again," he said. "They're going to the movies just to vomit some more half the time these days. It used to be they'd only hand you vomit bags on airplanes, now they hand them out at theaters."
"If you are knocking those wonderful, educational sex movies, Son," she insisted, "you shouldn't be doing that. There's a lot you can learn from those films. I know."
"Have you seen any, Mom?"
"A few," she admitted. "And I'll confess I enjoyed them. There was this touching movie where the leading lady was getting eaten, having her ass fucked and blowing a guy all at the same time."
"That's too much." Neal shook his head, deploring his mom's movie taste.
"It wasn't for this girl." Donna smiled. "She used her free hand to pump an automatic dildo into a girl's snatch! They really were having a ball."
"Disgusting!" Neal snapped, suddenly realizing his mother simply found nothing sexually distasteful.
"Is there anything you'd object to, Mom?" he demanded.
"Two sex organs, three sex organs, four or more have a perfect right to do what they want to in the privacy of their own bedroom," she insisted.
"Why do you say sex organs, Mom?" he asked, perplexed by her line of reasoning.
"Because, dear, that includes animals."
"You think it's all right to fuck animals, too?"
"Well, they have a right to fuck, too," she declared.
"Other animals," he insisted. "Animals should fuck animals, and humans should fuck humans."
"But," she explained, "some animals are more human than some people. Do you remember Aunt Bertha's big dog, Stevie."
"Yes, that big German Sheperd."
"Well, Aunt Bertha's been balling Stevie for years!"
"Oh, no," he said. "Does she suck him, too?"
"I suppose so." She shrugged. "What's wrong with blowing a nice clean dog's cock. I did it once when I was a little girl."
"Oh, Mom-you're sick!"
"I was the first time," she explained. "Herman, my dog that is, shot such a big wad I became sick to my stomach."
"I don't want you eating my joint anymore, Mom," he protested.
"Well, I like that," she snapped angrily. "I tell you a few intimate details of my sex life, and you immediately take offense. Was fucking Gilda with your father what you term a moral act, son?"
"It wasn't as bad as fucking a dog!"
"Yes, it was." She smiled smugly. "You and your father were fucking a pig!"
At this point, Neal had become so disenchanted, he knew he had to quit doing it with his mom.
She picked up on this quickly, and as he started slipping into his shorts in his anxiety to get away from her, she reminded him, "Honey-you know what they'd call you for screwing me?"
"Motherfucker," he shouted in a blazing rage. "And you made me a motherfucker-damn you!"
Lunging for his mother, he grabbed her by the throat and began squeezing.
"It's all your fault," he shouted. "You were wired wrong at the factory, Mom-and so was I. The world would be better off without human garbage like you and me."
"Let's discuss it, dear," she pleaded, her eyes bugging, her face reddening as he squeezed tighter.
"What's there to discuss?" he glared, squeezing some more.
"You're killing me, you bastard," she shrieked.
"You made me a motherfucker," he gasped, not releasing his grip. "Damn you!"
"What does that make me?" she choked.
"A motherfucker's mother!"
She managed to bite him, while he tried to figure that one out, and as her teeth bore down, he became so distracted, he released his effective throat-grip.
Rubbing her hand over her throat, she looked at him with rage written across her face.
"You tried to kill me, you ungrateful little bastard."
As he rubbed the spot where she'd bitten him, he replied, "It's a shame I didn't."
Donna moved away from him now, not caring to ignite him any further. Carefully, she calculated on what she should say next, as she didn't want to have to fight for her life another time. She might not be so lucky.
"You wanted me," she reminded him. "You came to me begging for sex. Like a damned fool I gave in to you. And now look at the price I must pay!"
"That's true-I guess," he replied. "I-I'm sorry, Mom-I didn't want to kill you, but when I thought about what I'd become-a motherfucker
-it got me uptight."
"Nobody's perfect," she reminded him. "I'm sorry if I've upset your equilibrium."
"I guess I'm not very balanced to begin with," he admitted. "I mean-all I like to think about is fucking!"
"You are not alone, dear," she reminded him, "There are plenty of women and men who live for the flesh!"
"I guess that's so-"
"Sure, it's so," she declared. "Take Hollywood, for example. It's not who you know, but who you blow."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Meantime, back at home, Cami was disappointed with her date who didn't show up. Mom had said she was going out, and she suspected she was having an affair with someone. Also, Neal had told her he'd be out late. She'd figured that her boyfriend Herbert would drop by and she'd slipped into a minipanty outfit, made out of some see-through nylon. She wore her special half-cup bra that left nothing to the imagination about her melon-shaped bosoms.
She even went to the bother of having colored lights in the bedroom, because Harold read somewhere it was more fun to fuck with colored lights. Now, he had phoned to tell her he had to work late at the office. She didn't doubt that, but she wondered which secretary he was working late on.
Lying on her bed, with her skimpy panties and bra, she heard footsteps outside. She wondered who it could be at this hour. It was nearly nine now. The footsteps strode across the porch, and she heard the key in the front door, and someone unlocked the door.
Her heart pounded rapidly, and then the footsteps continued. Someone was walking around the living room. She decided to keep silent, figuring this was the very best way to protect herself.
"Anybody home?" a voice called out.
At first she thought she recognized it, but she wasn't sure. The fear had made her uncertain of anything at this point.
"Donna-I'm home-Neal-Cami-"
"Oh, Daddy," she called out.
"Honey, you're home," he smiled hurrying into her bedroom, and then he stopped short. Cami was no longer a little girl.
Her huge bosoms turned him on. He felt himself growing erect as he looked at her.
"Honey-what are you doing here-like this?"
"Herbert was supposed to come over from the office, but he had to work late."
"That's too bad." He smiled. "Herbert is missing out on a very good thing."
"What do you mean, Daddy?" she asked innocently, feeling the hot flush of desire surge through her body.
"Well, you are very well developed-all over!"
"You mean my bosoms, Daddy?" she teased.
To his surprise, Cami wanted him to see them nude. She craved admiration, adulation, attention from whatever source. Her hand reached behind her to unfasten her bra and let her breasts fall free.
"You shouldn't show me those anymore," he said. "You're not a little girl anymore."
"Oh, it's all right. If you can't show your body to your own parent-who can you show it to?"
He looked at the well-developed bosoms, and the hunger for sex tugged at his balls.
"Go ahead and touch them, silly." She smiled. "There's nothing wrong with touching. I took a 'sensitivity' course in college and everybody was touching everybody-just like this!"
To illustrate her point, Cami reached forward. Her hand traced the outline of her father's huge cock.
"My, that feels good." She smiled. "Real good!"
"Honey, we shouldn't be doing this." He smiled.
Unzipping his fly and reaching for his penis, Cami asked, "Why not, Daddy?"
Tom had to admit he'd never felt breasts so soft as those of his own daughter. And he could hardly wait to enjoy them.
"If you want to, Daddy, you can lick them," she suggested seeing how passionately he was looking at them.
"You'd never tell your mother, would you?"
"Never!" she shook her head emphatically. "She'd be jealous because I'm younger-and fresher, so to speak."
"Yes, so to speak," he replied, bending over now and pressing his mouth over her right breast.
Cami loved the feel of her father's mouth at this intimate area. "Oh, Daddy, you do excite me so much," she panted. "I really love it when we do all these things together."
His hand couldn't keep off her thigh, and as he licked on the first one beautiful breast and then the other, he gazed down at her easy to see pussy.
"A penny for your thoughts, Daddy," she giggled.
"I guess it's no secret," he said, observing how she was watching him, pressing on his penis, and noting his responses by how hard he got.
"Let me pull it out and play with it," she asked excitedly.
"All right, if you want to. I guess it wouldn't hurt anybody."
"Why, no, Daddy, of course not," she smiled. "It would be good for you to have a little action down there."
She was both passionate and persistent and Cami continued to fish for his cock, reaching under his cotton shorts to pull it out to her view.
"Honey," he complained, "you are scratching my dick on the zipper! Take it easy! That's a sensitive piece of flesh!"
"Sorry, Daddy. I'm not real experienced at this sort of thing yet."
"Well, I hope you never do get too experienced," he told her frankly.
Now his gigantic cock was sticking out of his pants, and Cami was looking at it worshipfully.
"What a monster cock!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Daddy-you've really got a big one!"
"I guess it is above average," Tom admitted proudly, enjoying the fact his daughter was finding so much delight in his dick.
"Honey, I'll suck on your nipples, and then you suck on my cock. How about that?"
"Daddy?"
"Yes, dear-"
"Do all men like to have women suck their cocks!"
"No," he shook his head.
"Which men don't like it, Daddy?"
"Impotent men," he explained.
"All right, Daddy. You can suck on my titties. But don't bite like Herbert does."
"What? You mean you let Herbert suck on your tits, honey?" her father asked in alarm.
"Doesn't everybody do that?"
"Just the girls who are considered sluts," he said emphatically. "Back in my day, girls covered their kneecaps."
"With what, Daddy?"
"Their skirts! What did you think?"
"How should I know?" Cami smiled. "I was just a gleam in my father's eye-then!"
"Right on, baby doll," he said, easing her out of her skimpy panties. "My, what pretty legs you have. And I can't help admire your beauty spot!"
"You mean my cunt, Daddy?" She smiled proudly, reaching down to dip a supple finger inside.
"Y-Yes, dear," he said. "But do you have to call it-cunt?"
"Why be a hypocrite?" she giggled. "A cunt is a cunt-is a cunt, just like a rose, is a rose, is a rose."
"Not like a rose, honey," he reminded her. "Roses smell different!"
"No they don't," she giggled. "Sniff my pussy, if you please!"
Bending over, he pressed his nose tight to his daughter's twat, examining the young, curly, pubic hair. Sure enough, he could detect a rose scent.
"What did you do?"
"Used a rose douche, Daddy." She laughed. "Doesn't it smell delicious!"
"Damned if it doesn't," he grinned. "You know honey I am quite a tongue man myself! How would you like me to slip my tongue into your twat and do some licking, huh?"
"Oh, Daddy, dear-would you do that for little old me?"
"You bet your sweet ass I would!"
"You can lick that, too." She smiled smugly.
"Lick what?"
"Lick my ass out, what else? Herbert does!"
"Damnit, I don't care what Herbert does," he declared angrily. "I have no intention of sucking your ass out."
"'Tis a pity, Daddy." She smiled. "Because I'd planned to eat your ass out for you. I do it for Herbert all the time!"
"Are you and Herbert planning to get married?"
"Why, no, of course not." She shrugged. "But we're getting ready-so we'll know what to do-when we do find someone we love."
"You don't love him, and you're fucking with him!?"
"Sure, Daddy," she explained. "There's nothing wrong with that. Sex is one thing-love is another. I'd love to meet a man who had a lot of money. That is love. Sex is when you find someone you enjoy balling."
"Oh, honey-I can't stand it any longer," her father admitted. "Just looking at that sweet pussy of yours is driving me out of my cotton picking mind."
"I'd suggest you eat my cunt right away," she said. "I don't want you to flip out-farther!"
"What does that mean?" he asked, looking up from her snatch.
"We're all unhinged a little, Daddy. That's all I meant!"
"I guess that's true," he admitted. "We have had a little lunacy in the family tree."
"It figures," she smiled, spreading her legs invitingly for him. "Now-don't be bashful, Daddy-get down there and eat my cunt if you please!"
Bending over, she buried her head over his as he let his tongue lash away along her slit. The super sensational tongue action surpassed anything Herbert had ever done to her with his inexperienced tongue.
"Oh, Daddy-you're too much," she panted. "I love it! I love it! Suck my juicy cunt-suck it, Daddy-suck it. Ohh, love me. Love me."
Bending back, she spread her legs out invitingly.
"Don't be bashful, Daddy. Stick your tongue in my pussy, and then eat my ass out!"
Dipping his long, eager hot tongue into her gash, he wiggled it around. Next, he slid out and, arching her crotch forward a notch, let his tongue streak up her asshole.
As his hot hands gripped her asscheeks, and held them in place, she panted, "Ohh, ahh-Daddy-eat ass-suck ass! I love your tongue up there."
Her father, Tom, knew he was obtaining a tremendous sex treat. No whore he'd ever had acted so stimulated, so excited over his tongue's flipping, slipping performance, as his own daughter's response.
"Eat my pussy now," she panted. "I'm dribbling, Daddy!"
Cami wasn't kidding. He could see her mound moistening, and dew-drops of love juice surfacing.
The rose-scented douche had accomplished its magic. Giving him a fragrant, rose scent, he found double delight in letting his hot tongue stab up there and his nose pressed tight to her slit.
"Oh, Daddy, grab my ass, and hold it up," she panted, as he went to town with his tongue. The sudden urge to be possessed completely seized her.
She thrilled to the overpowering pleasure of what was happening to her now.
"Suck my pussy," she panted. "Eat me. It'll taste sweet and delicious, Daddy. Herbert said so."
That did it. Tom had heard all he could stand about Herbert. Herbert this and Herbert that.
Enough!
Sliding his tongue out of her cunt, he demanded, "will you please quit talking about Herbert. I'm sick and tired of hearing about you and him. Right when I'm enjoying myself-thinking of just my tongue, and your cunt connecting-you dredge up Herbert!"
"Sorry, Daddy," she declared. "I-I didn't mean to get you uptight."
"All right, baby," he replied. "Now I'll finish what I started."
"I wish you would," she declared. "Now I'll throw my legs around your neck just the way Herbert liked it."
Tom glared at his daughter. Was she baiting him? Did she deliberately bring up Herbert?
"I told you, Cami. I won't make love to you if you keep bringing up Herbert."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said nervously. "I didn't mean nothing by it. It's just habit. Herbert and I have fucked so much."
"You said his name again!"
"Daddy," she apologized, "I didn't mean anything by it. I love you, Daddy. Just you. And Herbert can go to hell."
She went to town now, throwing her legs around her father's neck, and tightening them closely.
"Eat my pussy, Daddy, dear. You've got the best tongue in the world."
"You really mean it, honey?" he smiled.
"Sure I do, Daddy, I've not had all the tongues in the world but compared to you know who-he can't compare!"
Once again, she'd reverted back to Herbert, not by name but indirectly. Considering the compliment she'd just paid his tongue he decided not to make an issue out of it.
Bearing down with his tongue, he stabbed away with hot, lusty desire.
"Eat me," she panted. "Ohh, Daddy-eat me!"
Tom's hot tongue stabbed inside of her anxiously, and she reached down to run her fingers through her father's thinning hair. "Ohhh, Daddy-you don't know how much I love you," she groaned in delight.
His tongue action ignited her box, and she pushed back with strong force.
"Love me, Daddy," she begged. "Love me! Eat my pussy!" His arms squeezed tighter around her now, as his tongue stabbed inside her with hot insistence.
At this point, she juiced.
"Eat me," she panted. "Eat my pretty pussy!" The hot, white spray of her cum delighted him, and he sucked vigorously now, determined to give her tongue action.
"Ohhh, Daddy-eat me-eat me," she demanded, passionately pushing her pussy into his face and locking her legs tighter around his neck.
He didn't pull away from his daughter's delicious mound until he'd licked her clean.
"Honey," he smiled up at her, "I never enjoyed eating any woman's box more than yours."
"You're not just saying that, are you, Daddy?" she smiled, her youthful eyes aglow with the tribute he'd given her.
"Oh, no," he assured her. "I really did enjoy eating your juicy pussy that much."
Cami was glancing at her father's huge penis, wishing he'd offer it to her. It looked as if it was ready to be sucked from the way it stood up there, rigid and ready.
"Want to suck on my cock?" he smiled.
"I'd love to, Daddy. And like I promised I'll eat your ass out cause you ate mine so nice!"
He looked at her hungrily. "Oh, baby-I like the way you talk. You do think a lot of me."
Pulling on his huge penis, she looked adoringly up into his eyes. "I have such respect for you, Daddy. I really do! You know that!"
Bending over, young Cami let her pink tongue slide over the head of his cock, and then she lovingly licked up and down the huge shaft.
This stimulated him, and he wanted to jab it in her face and get her to swallow it. The sweet freshness of her young, sensual mouth intrigued and excited him.
Her father spread his legs invitingly and, placing his asscheeks on a couple of pillows, watched as his hot blooded young daughter went down there to accommodate him.
"Oh, Daddy," she panted, "you really expect me to do it, don't you?"
"Yes, darling." He smiled. "I licked your asshole, honey. And turnabout is fair play."
When young Cami wanted her father to lick her asshole, she was so eager for him to do it, she would promise him most anything but when it came time for her to perform, that was another story.
"Do I have to Daddy?" she demanded.
"Yes, sweetheart," he smiled. "A deal is a deal!"
She crouched over her father's crotch and let her hot tongue lash around his ass crack.
"Not fair," he smiled, putting his hands behind his head, as he watched his daughter going to town around his genitals. "You must slip your tongue between Daddy's asscheeks, and then pump it up the asshole."
"Do I have enough force in my tongue?" she asked, frankly wondering if it was an impossible assignment.
"Sure, you do, darling." He smiled. "Step by step you do it, and Daddy will guide you."
"All right, Daddy," she agreed, returning to his asscheeks with her tongue.
"Slide your tongue between my ass cheeks," He insisted. "That is it! Now, stab it up there, honey."
She rode the tongue inside his asshole, noticing how his big, swelling balls seemed to get in the way.
"Honey, I'd suggest you rim and jerk, Daddy. Then my big nuts won't get in front of your face when you're trying to suck my asshole."
"All right, Daddy," she agreed. Then, suddenly she realized she didn't know the meaning of 'rim' and 'jerk'.
"What is rim and jerk, Daddy?"
"Rim is what you do when you suck my asshole," he explained patiently, realizing the advantages of having such intimate sex contact with a whore in the know. "And jerk is short for jerk-off, like when you give Herbert hand jobs."
"You told me not to mention him," she complained. "If I can't, you can't either!"
"Just a slip of the tongue, honey," he told her. "Now, you get down there and slide that tongue up your Daddy's butt, baby. That's it-and pull my peter at the same time."
To her surprise, she did manage to get the big, hairy balls out of the way now. For when she pulled on his magnificent penis, it got his hairy nuts out of the way for her face to bear down on his buttocks, allowing her eager, young tongue to stab up his behind.
"Beautiful," he exclaimed. "Ride that tongue up there, honey. That's the way I like it! Ride it way up there!"
It didn't take Cami long to learn how to do it effectively. By driving her tongue up his asshole while she stiffened it, she managed to give him the sexual excitement he desired.
"Eat my ass out," he told her. "Pull my pecker!"
Pumping the tongue into his behind and pulling on his huge cockshaft at the same time was getting him more and more excited every second. He was beginning to sweat, and his ass twisted about, making it a bit difficult for her to keep her tongue pumping up there.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes-yes. That's how you do it," he gasped. "Come on, Cami. I love that! Eat my ass out! Yes, baby, yes!"
The sexual frenzy she felt at this point was matched only by her father's lusty sexual desires.
"Eat my ass. Suck ass. Suck ass," he repeated, obtaining special delight in demanding such a demeaning act be performed on his body. It afforded him a perverse kind of pleasure to think of his own daughter servicing him in this manner.
The plunging tongue stabbed up there savagely. A id every moment that she continued it, she became more intensely eager for the action he could provide.
Now, she wanted his cock in the worst way, and she vowed she'd get it too.
"Lick my balls, baby," he begged.
Her tongue rolled out of his behind and she lashed along his huge, hairy nuts. At this point, she was so excited she was trembling.
"Eat my cock," he demanded. "It's ready to explode in your hand, honey. That tongue lash job you gave me was dynamite to my balls."
Now, her tongue licked up the underside of his cockshaft. She capped the head of his cock-shaft with her mouth. Letting her mouth slip over his penis, she sucked suddenly-intently.
"Do me, baby," he begged. "Do me!"
She sucked on it as if it was her lover and not her father. He loved the young mouth planted on the head of his penis, vigorously going after him.
"Keep it up," he panted. "Yes, baby. Yes. Keep sucking on my dick!"
The vigor that she displayed in her cocksuck indicated to her father she thought a lot of him. This pleased him, adding fire to his ass as he stabbed her face savagely.
"Eat my pecker," he panted. "Go get the juice, baby. I'm going to explode in a minute, baby. Suck on it!"
Young Cami, tugged on her father's nuts, fascinated and intrigued by them. She couldn't help reflecting on the fact that it was from those same balls she had sprung to life in her mother's womb. And now she was going to taste his sperm-the seed, that produced life.
"Oh, baby, you sure are giving your Daddy a good cocksuck." He smiled as he watched her move up and down his rod.
Tom helped, reaching out to grip her head, guiding her so he could run his cock to the back of her throat. That always excited him too.
"Swallow my dick," he commanded. "Swallow it, baby. That's the way to do it! Swallow my cock!"
Frankly, Cami couldn't figure out how she could let it reach any farther down her throat. She could hardly breathe now, her heart was pounding rapidly as her horny father pushed his penis still farther down her willing throat.
"Way down, there, baby. Way down deep!"
And then he juiced.
"I'm shooting," he panted, eagerly pulling his pecker back to allow the creamy sperm load to shoot in his daughter's marvelous hot mouth. And she was grateful for this opportunity to taste his sperm. She sucked smoothly as he shot his rocks off in her mouth.
"Eat my sperm, baby. Eat your daddy's cum! Oh, honey-suck, suck all my juice out, baby. Love your daddy's cock!"
She was delighted for the opportunity to provide her father with such an opportunity, for she was equally turned on with the idea of having him.
Finishing him off, she slid off his dick and lay on his thigh, just looking up at him.
"Daddy, baby. We done you proud."
She smiled.
He lay back and admitted quite frankly, "Best cocksuck anybody ever gave me, honey!"
"I-I wish you could shove that big pecker of yours in my pussy, Daddy," she said.
"Later, honey, later!"
"Herbert never waits for seconds," she said, and then she remembered. "Sorry about that, Daddy."
"You better be," he said. "I don't require long either, but I prefer taking a little time in between. It's more civilized."
"Why?"
"Because, baby," he h-edged, "just hopping on and off seems so primitive, so basic, so vulgar."
"Oh, I see." She nodded. "Mentioning vulgar, I suppose some people would think we were a vulgar pair. Right, Daddy?"
"Takes all kinds," he smiled.
Now, he decided he would show her, he could perform just as well as Herbert. Reaching now for his penis, he started to give it a light massage.
"What are you doing, Daddy?" Cami demanded, "trying to get the old flagpole up there again?"
"Do you have to put it that way, daughter?"
"Didn't mean any harm, Daddy. I'm sorry!"
Cami had only wanted to help, and to prove it she felt she should feel of her father's balls, trusting a vigorous ball massage might get his joint up there again.
"You're tugging on my nuts too hard, honey," he complained. "They're delicate."
"Maybe I should suck some life back into your pecker, Daddy," she declared. "How would that be?"
"Groovy, daughter, groovy." He smiled.
She bent over, and began nibbling on the head of his cock. Sure enough, it did spring back to life, but it required a couple good up and down movements the length of his shaft to produce erection.
Clapping her hands gleefully, she panted, "you got it up, Daddy! You got it up for the second time! Wonderful!"
"Look, honey, the old man used to get it up nine times running, and fuck all night long. If I couldn't get it up twice, Cami, I'd go see a doctor."
"You wouldn't go to a headshrinker for that, would you, Daddy?" She laughed at the pun.
"Hardly, baby." He smiled. "Now roll over, and let Daddy drive his great big prick up your pussy."
She rolled over and spread her legs eagerly.
"I'm ready, Daddy," she declared. "Fuck me!"
She grabbed his penis and shoved his proud possession into her vagina. She loved the feel of it slipping inside her.
"Fuck me," she panted. "Ohhh, Daddy, baby-fuck my cunt!"
"Have a little class, honey. And call cunt pussy!"
"Why, Daddy?"
As he went on pumping his pecker meat into his daughter's twisting vagina, he explained, "cunt is reserved for whores, and impossible women. Pussy fits a nice piece of ass like yourself."
"I see," she laughed, "I see!"
He went on driving his cock into her, knowing it wouldn't be much longer now.
"That's the way I like it," he grunted. "Fuck, baby-fuck!"
Her vagina muscles clasped her father's sliding tool and she milked it for all she was worth.
"Ohh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. That's how I want it! Fuck, fuck-fuck it off!"
Her hands roamed his back and then he figured he should give her some education about how he wanted to please her.
"Fuck your Daddy's asshole with your finger," he suggested. "That feels real nice, baby."
It pleased her that her father wasn't afraid to tell her precisely what pleased his passions. She let her hands slide down his back, grasping his buttocks as she spread his asshole, for the invasion of her finger.
"Fuck it," he panted. "Come on, baby doll-fuck."
She stabbed her finger up her father's tight anal channel and he enjoyed the feel of her sliding up there.
"Yes, baby-yes-keep that up! That's the way your Daddy likes it! Keep it up, honey!"
The two of them were both pumping away; her finger up his asshole and his cock up her pussy.
"Use your muscles, honey," her father suggested, trying to help her improve her skill at screwing.
"Why, Daddy?" Cami asked, ever curious to know reasons.
"Because it acts like a spring for my prick when you do, darling! You got a nice tight pussy-so use it! Grab my cock!"
She was only too delighted to please her father anyway she knew how. And she effectively pulled on her pussy muscles, producing waves of sexual ecstasy for him as he rammed it into her tight twat.
"You're doing it real good, honey," he complimented her. "You sure know how to fuck! Keep it up, baby-keep it up!"
There was no doubt in her mind that he knew how to give out with a good fuck, and she wanted to do her best to please him any way she possibly could.
"Fuck-fuck it," she gasped, begging for him to ram it up her harder. "Yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it! Fuck!"
Now, he was jabbing it into her with such passion his big frame trembled.
"Are you cold? Why are you shaking, Daddy?"
"I'm so hot," he explained. "I'm ready to shoot my wad!" Just as he said that, his pecker exploded in her.
"Oh, Daddy, you're cumming," she exclaimed.
"Keep your tail twisting, little darling," he begged her. "Yes, baby, yes. Keep your ass moving!"
Her gyrations produced more pleasure in her father's huge cock than he had enjoyed in years.
"Oh, baby, am I ever shooting up a storm tonight! You got me all revved up, sweetheart. And I can't stop! Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby-yes-yes!"
His excitement triggered hers and she juiced, splashing joyfully, allowing his rod to slide in and out smoothly now.
Cami felt the warm trickle of sperm down her inner thigh as her father's sperm mingled with her love juice and overflowed inside her.
"Oh, Daddy," she gasped, "I never got fucked like this before."
"You mean that, don't you, baby?"
"Would I lie to you?"
"Maybe." He smiled.
Tom pulled his penis proudly out of his daughter's pussy, and then, once his passion had been spent, the horrifying realization of what he'd done hit him with shocking impact.
"I-I shouldn't have done anything with you," he suddenly declared.
"Men-damnit," Cami snapped. "You are all the same!"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tom turned to his daughter to discover the meaning of her flat statement.
"What do you mean by that?"
"After you get what you want, you don't want it," she fumed. "How many times Herbert has gotten guilty. But it is always after he gets his rocks off-never before."
"It figures," he laughed philosophically.
"What do you mean, Daddy?"
"We're all human, honey. And we really aren't as different as you might think. Take me. I came home tonight to ball your Mom. I saved it for her, didn't play around none for a couple of weeks when I was on the road, and then-"
"Then what, Daddy?"
"And then I laid eyes on your body," he said sadly. "I was tempted, baby. I've always been a turn-on for young chicks with those fresh boobs that won't sag."
"I do have nice tits, don't I?"
Now, Cami was off in her own trance. The 'I'm in love with myself game' a lot of youths go through as their sexual powers develop was working in her.
"Yes, baby," he said, noticing how she was cupping them and massaging them with her hands as she looked at their reflection in the mirror, with total admiration.
"What about me?" he asked hesitantly. "Do you hate me, honey, for what I did?"
"Hate you, Daddy?" she asked. "You must be off your rocker. Of course, I don't hate you. I love you. You are a good man!"
Cami threw her arms passionately around her father to prove her point, and he gladly accepted them.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "you'll never know how much you mean to me. It's impossible!"
At this point, she was pressing against his chest and brushing her big bosoms back and forth.
"Don't do that," he complained.
"Why not?" she smiled seductively. "Does it get you excited?"
He hesitated, and then he nodded.
Glancing down, Cami had to marvel at the old man's endurance. "You are getting hard again," she marveled. "Want another fuck?"
"Honey," he smiled, "I've fucked everything you've got but your asshole."
"My ass is ready." She smiled willingly.
It was obvious to her, she could get him to give her one more fuck, and she didn't want to stop until he did it. But, Tom, after two rounds in the sack, was beginning to feel shame and guilt over the seduction of his own teenage daughter, and was trying to think of ways of avoiding any more sex.
"We've had enough, baby." He smiled at his daughter and, stroking the side of her face affectionately with the palm of her hand, warned her quietly, "someday you could hate your old man for this!"
"Not me. No way, Daddy. I'll always love you for loving me!"
"I know." He nodded. "That is what you think at this minute. But time has a way of changing everything-including the way people feel toward each other. Especially sexually!"
To prove her point, Cami began lavishing his face with kisses, peppering them everywhere, and in between she panted, "I love you, Daddy-I love you!"
His daughter's love kisses were extending everywhere now. He was kissing her back, overcome with the passion she was once more igniting within his balls.
Stretch out, Daddy, darling," she panted, "and I'll kiss you all over.
Ambiguous feelings whirled through his mind as his daughter came on strong like this.
"Eat me," he finally panted, as he saw how well she could do her tongue dance around his body; lashing, licking, alternately petting, stroking and kissing.
Cami traveled from her father's arms down to his stomach and then up and down each leg. She even went to his feet and began sucking on each toe.
To his surprise, her mouth working up and down his toes pleased him no end. He was enjoying himself as he had never enjoyed himself before.
"Lick me-lick me all over," he begged. "Ohhh, honey-do me! I love this!"
The passionate pleasure exploding in his body now was continuing, for she was licking up his inner thigh, nearing his balls and his buttocks.
Sucking on both balls, individually and at the same time, Cami had become determined to have her father's cock up her third hole-her asshole-the only orifice on her body that he hadn't invaded.
He was indeed becoming stimulated and was putty in Cami's hands.
"Honey-let's have a floor fuck," he suggested, finding his own passions now vibing with her animal type lust.
Getting on the floor, he gripped her buttocks, and suddenly stabbed his huge cock up her asshole. It made her howl when she felt him driving it into her from this angle. But she wanted it, and once her father had gotten it in there, she discovered she was enjoying it immensely.
"Give it to me, Daddy," she panted. "Give me your fuck! I want it! Fuck, me, baby-fuck me!"
He bent over, clasping her bosoms in his hands as he rode his cock rapidly up her tight rectum.
"Twist your ass, baby doll," he gasped. "That's the way your Daddy likes it! Twist it for me!"
She ground her hips around and he went on ramming it into her.
Reaching around, when his chest was pressed down tightly on her back, he felt for her pussy and slipped a finger in there.
"Grab my finger, honey," he told Cami.
"Give me two fingers, Daddy," she demanded.
Seeing just how experienced she seemed to be doing so many things, Tom couldn't help wonder just how much his daughter had been playing around.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me!"
Ramming it to her roughly, he kept her stimulated and interested. "Ohhh, yes, baby, yes," he panted. "That's the way to do it! Fuck it off!"
Cami knew how to keep her father happy, as she had given quite a few ass fucks at high school orgies she'd attended. She knew how essential it was to keep her ass in motion.
"Give it to me, Daddy," she begged. "All the way up there!"
To accommodate him, she bent over, letting him slam it up there.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he gasped, once he rode it in her rectum as far as he could. She kept her ass twisting around and they enjoyed it so much they were both shaking with passionate vibes now.
Suddenly, she felt him shooting. His creamy sperm was exploding high up her rectum.
"Grind your hips around, honey," he told her. "Yes, baby, yes-that's the way to do it!"
As her ass gripped his cock, twisting in passionate frenzy, it pulled the juice out of his pecker most effectively.
"Milk it, baby, milk it," he panted. "All the way!"
Realizing she had it within her power to pull more juice out of her father's pecker, by twisting her ass around with sharp movements, she ground around with emphasis.
"Like this, Daddy?"
"Right on, baby," he replied. "Don't stop now!"
The churning ass had produced an orgasm such as he hadn't experienced in years. He only wished he could have made it last longer, for now, even though Cami was obediently twisting her beautiful tail, his well had run dry.
"That's enough, baby," he told her, slowly easing himself out of her.
Tom rolled over on the floor and spread-eagled his body in complete satisfaction and sexual exhaustion. It had been like a workout for his body.
"You all right, Daddy?" Cami asked, getting to her feet.
"Sure, baby, sure. Just resting," he told her, turning to look at her happy face.
"Daddy," she smiled, "I'll never tell! You don't have to worry about me."
"Thanks, Kid," He smiled. "I appreciate that!"
"Daddy, would they toss you in jail and throw away the key if I did talk?"
"Why do you even think of such things?" he demanded, sitting bolt upright.
"Because, Daddy-I need some money."
"What is your need for money got to do with me going to jail for fucking you?"
"Well, Daddy, I hardly know how to put it," she continued nervously.
"I think I do," he said, getting to his feet and pacing the floor naked as a jaybird. "You are suggesting blackmail. Don't think for one minute, daughter, I don't see through you."
"Well, not exactly. But I need some money!"
"How much?"
"Four hundred dollars!" He exclaimed. "What in hell for?"
"None of your business!"
She tightened her lips, and refused to say another word. Then he sat down beside her and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Look, young lady, this is a shakedown-and I'm not taking it sitting down!"
"Stand up, if it makes it easier for you, Daddy!"
Glaring at her, he said, "You bitch! Just like your mom. She has tried tricks like this ever since I married her. Now, you better tell me what you want that money for! Do you understand?"
"I don't have to tell you nothing," Cami spit furiously. "I got you by the balls. All Mom would need to divorce you, faithful Daddy, is my testimony."
"You're both thieves-working in concert to shake me down. Did your mother put you up to this?"
"No." She smiled. "I thought of it myself."
"Now, you better tell me what you want that money for, young lady," he demanded. "And tell me quick!"
"I can't," she complained. "I-I can't!"
That did it.
In a fit of rage, he slapped her face viciously.
"Good for nothing slut," he panted. "How dare you try to rob me. The women I fuck charge fifty bucks, and forty for a quickie blow job. And you think you are worth four hundred bucks! Where do you think you are? In a Las Vegas hotel? Why they only ask a hundred an hour or until you cum."
Now Cami was crying.
"Don't you call me names-you molester," she gasped, her tears streaking down her face.
Her tears jolted him momentarily back to reality. And the word 'molester' sent a chill through his entire being.
"What do you want, blood?"
"I hate you, I hate you," Cami repeated softly, as she went on crying. "I don't want your damned money. You raped me! I was in here trying to get to sleep, and you came in and raped me. You know you did!"
Seeing how hysterical she was becoming, he realized the money didn't matter as much as he thought it did after all.
"What's up, baby?"
"I can't tell you-"
More tears blinded her eyes, as she refused to tell her father what was wrong.
"I'll give you the money if you tell me. How's that? A deal is a deal."
"No deal," she cried. "Dealing with you is like dealing with the devil."
"That's not a nice thing to say to your own father," he said evenly.
"Don't remind me you are my father," she sobbed. "That makes what we did seem all the more revolting."
"What can I do?" he asked quietly. "I offer you the money if you'll tell me why you want it. That's fair enough, isn't it?"
Finally she saw it his way. Looking up through tear-stained eyes, she replied, "All right, I'll tell you. I'm an addict. I need it for heroin."
"What?"
She held out her arm, and when he saw the needle prints, he knew she meant what she was saying.
"How did you get in debt four hundred bucks, baby?"
"The local peddler gave me credit," she sobbed. "But he says I've got to pay up or else...."
"Or else-or else, what?"
"Go to one of those sickening orgies, Daddy, and let them gang fuck me. Oh, it's awful."
"Is that how you learned about all fucking?"
"Yes," she admitted. "Paying off old debts!"
"Oh, baby--that's terrible anybody would take advantage of you like that."
"Is it, Daddy?" she demanded. "Look what you did to me?" Tom felt suddenly cheap and disgusting.
"I'm sorry, baby," he told her.
"I don't give a damn about you being sorry," she said bluntly, "just so you get me out of that orgy with that money."
"Yes, darling," he said. "Your Daddy won't desert you."
"No," she said, evenly. "He'll just fuck me! Right, Daddy?" Tom was too shaken to answer. He began dressing slowly, realizing what an awful predicament his young daughter was in. And worse than that, he realized how he had added to her woes.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As Tom walked out of his daughter's bedroom, he felt so guilty about the whole thing he wanted to shoot himself. But, he knew that wouldn't do any good.
So, instead, he wrote out a check for Cami and went back to her bedroom and told her, "Honey-here's your check! But, promise me you'll seek medical help. This is terrible!"
"I will, Daddy," she said, gratefully taking the check from him. As she looked at the check, she became so thankful, more tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Don't cry, honey. Everything will work out."
Somehow, Tom felt he wasn't up to meeting his wife. The last thing on earth he wanted to do now was fuck her. So, he thought his best way out was simply to go. Looking at Cami, he said, "I came home to surprise your Mom tonight-and what we did would be too much of a surprise, wouldn't it?"
"Yes," she said quietly. "You'd better go away tonight and come back tomorrow."
"All right, baby," he said. "Take care-and I do love you." He left her alone and went out of the house. Getting in his car he drove off, little knowing that his wife would be coming down the same street about five minutes later.
When Neal and his Mom came to the front door, she said softly, "Now-let's be quiet. If Cami is awake, we'll say we ran into a friend. If she is sleeping-we'll say nothing."
Fortunately, that problem didn't present itself, for Cami was sound asleep.
That night, Tom checked into a motel and got bombed out of his mind. And the next morning, when his hangover reminded him unpleasantly that liquor doesn't solve all problems, he decided he wouldn't try to stay at home. He was better off on the road.
It was fortunate for him he felt that way, for his wife had been convinced by their young son, Neal that he could outperform his father, and she would be foolish to settle for anything less.
Cami was able to pay off her debt. Neal began looking around for another woman with whom he could satisfy his lust. And he found one in a shapely divorcee who lived just a block down the street.
A week later, he visited Valerie to ask her if he could have a part-time job.
"I don't know, Neal," she smiled as she met him at the door, "but you can come in and talk to me about it if you want to."
"All right." He nodded, glad to get his foot in the door anyway.
Valerie Gibson's shapely body was something he couldn't help noticing as she walked behind him. The asscheeks, revealed to advantage by her tight fitting dress really turned him on. Gesturing for him to sit down in a wing chair near her, he gladly sat down, instantly observing her bosoms on display in her low-cut blouse.
"It is hard to live alone," she said. "But I've gotten adjusted to it. Only thing left is mowing the lawns-and I have been considering a change in my gardener. He isn't satisfying me at all."
"I'll bet I could satisfy you," he said eagerly, glancing down at her cleavage, as he leaned forward.
"Really," she said, placing her hand protectively over her bosoms.
"I'm sorry." He smiled. "I guess I get too bold sometimes."
"Oh, it's all right," she said, trying to get back to talk about the gardening.
"No, it isn't all right," he said. "It is wrong for me to feel so much lust for your body. Maybe I shouldn't consider working for a woman who turns me on."
Shocked by his boldness, Valerie Gibson laughed nervously. "I'm almost twice your age, Neal. What are you talking about?"
"Age has nothing to do with it," he insisted. "It's the magnetic sexual vibration of the male for the female that matters. That is all!"
Flattered by his viewpoint on sex attraction, she admitted, "Well, I have turned a few heads my way." She smiled.
Glancing down at his bulging crotch, he nodded, "I'll bet you have."
Her eyes glanced at his huge penis out-lined in his pants, and she couldn't help be fascinated to find him so well developed for his age.
"What do you think about free sex?" he smiled.
"I haven't thought much about it," she gulped. But now she was thinking a lot about it, as she felt her vagina moistening.
"Maybe we could discuss this another time," she suggested rising.
"I don't see any reason why we can't talk about it now," Neal declared, remaining seated.
Seeing she had no alternative, she sat down.
"Go on, Neal-if you want to tell me something," she said crisply.
"I don't know how to put it," he said. "But I wish I could tell you something."
"Go ahead and tell me." She shrugged. "Better to get something off your chest if it is bothering you."
"All right," he told her, "I'd like to fuck you!"
"Oh, no," she said. "You mustn't talk to me like that."
"Why not?" Neal insisted. "I find you very appealing, Valerie."
"You'd better go now," she said, once more rising and this time she remained standing.
But Neal wasn't buying it. He felt she was putting up a cold front to mask her feelings. And having gone through a terrible mental turmoil for one week, thinking of himself as a 'motherfucker', he determined he would have to find another woman and ball her to prove himself.
"Oh, Val-I could do everything to you if you'd let me. Please!"
It had been a long time since Valerie Gibson had had any man come toward her like that. And she desired Neal physically as he made his passionate pitch. But her desire balanced in her mind against the fact she knew that sex with a teenager was one of those forbidden forms of sexual satisfaction.
Finally, she got so hot for him she had to let him know she found him appealing too.
"I know what you're going through, Neal," she admitted. "I'm crazy over you. I don't know why, but you turn me on, as you say!"
"Let me just look at you," he begged, figuring once he got her with her clothes off, he could obtain anything else he desired from her.
"I shouldn't," she said. "I really shouldn't."
Nevertheless, her own deprived passions were winning the battle at this point. She turned around and went to the door and locked it.
"You can look at me. But no more."
Neal followed Valerie to her bedroom. She closed the door quietly and turned, her face flushed with passionate desires.
"I'll help you undress," he suggested.
"I can undress myself-and you can undress yourself."
She smiled.
That was when he knew he was IN. And he could hardly wait to do his thing.
They both watched each other undress. He never took his hot eyes off her as she eased out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in panties, and bra, he studied her bulging bosoms, straining at her too tight bra. And he looked down at her moist panties, knowing she was as eager for sex as he was.
Tugging at the elastic waist band of his shorts, he slid his hand down and massaged his huge cock.
"You miss getting this?" he smiled.
"What woman doesn't who has had it on a regular basis?" she said passionately.
Stepping over to Neal, she slowly slid her hand down, and massaged his cock. He reached inside her panties and felt of her moist mound.
"Don't be bashful, baby," she smiled. "Pull them down all the way."
Neal got to his knees and pulled her panties down, and next he pressed his lips tightly to her twat.
"Oh, lick my pussy," she panted. "Lick me, baby. Lick me! I want you to eat me!"
The hot tongue plunged into her pussy and he licked all around inside her. Reaching down, she moaned in delight. This was what she'd wanted for so long. Now that it was happening it was almost more than she could stand.
"Eat me, baby, eat me," she begged, as his hot tongue surged inside her.
He didn't want to bring her to climax. He wanted to thrust his dick in her and give her a good fucking, so he slowly eased his tongue out after a few hot lashes and smiled at her.
Then he removed her bra, pressing his chest against her bosoms.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled, "pull my shorts down."
She gripped his hips and pulled his cotton shorts down over his firm, round behind. Then she dropped to her knees and didn't hesitate to pull his massive cock to her mouth. Letting her tongue lash out, she finally pressed it tightly over his cock's head.
"Good girl, Val," he panted. "Suck my cock for me. Get it slippery and nice to slide in your cunt."
Valerie enjoyed being talked to like this. It reminded her of her ex-husband, who could come on strong when he was horny and eager for action.
He could tell she was pretty hungry for cock from the way she sucked at his balls, then rose up to lick the underside of his huge cockshaft.
Letting her mouth slip over the head of his cock, she built up a good suction.
"Better stop now," he told her. "I want to shove it in your pussy."
He had to push her off his cock, she was so eager to continue. "Sorry, I had to do that, Val. But I want to fuck your twat."
"All right, baby-" She smiled. "I'm glad you are that horny."
Going over to the bed, she spread for him. She wasted no time in reaching down to feel of herself.
"I want you to throw your legs over my shoulders." He smiled. "That would be a good way to fuck you."
He knelt on the bed and she did as he told her to as he slid his huge cock into her tight vagina.
"You're all right, baby," he smiled happily. "Nice and tight!"
She was happy that he was enjoying her and used her cunt muscles effectively to grab his gliding tool.
"Fuck me," Valerie begged. "Fuck me, you stud. Fuck me!"
Neal was delighted to be called a stud, and the ugly image he had of himself as a motherfucker was fading-and fading fast. He was glad he could hold his head up high, unashamed and proud.
"Am I as good as your ex was?"
"Better, baby," she said. "Pump it to me! It would be a shame to let all that cock action go to waste."
As he continued plunging his cock into her, he reached out to play with her breasts.
The pleasure of massaging her beautiful breasts coupled with the thrill he was getting from riding his cock up her cunt as she gripped it tightly made him realize every woman was different. And he was glad he'd moved from Mom to Valerie.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, noticing how intense his face was.
"Nothing," he panted. "Just fucking!"
He knew he could never reveal to anyone the truth about fucking Mom or Cami.
"Fuck me, twist your ass. That's the way!"
Neal jabbed it one direction and she twisted the other way. Fantastic sensations surged through his body as he let her massage his meat in her mound.
However, such a passionate pitch of pleasure couldn't last for long, and as he squeezed her nipples tightly he felt himself almost ready to shoot his wad.
"Fuck it, fuck my cock," he begged, as she continued grasping his sliding tool in the warm, tight lining of her pink pussy.
"Ohhh, I'm cumming-I'm cumming!" Neal groaned, as he unloaded in her.
"So am I," she panted, as she pushed her pelvis forward with force and feeling.
They juiced together and he went on stabbing into her cum-lubricated pussy.
Finishing, Neal withdrew and rolled over and stretched out, his face wreathed with a triumphant smile.
"What are you so happy about?" she couldn't help but asking.
"I feel so good after that screw," he said. "We had a ball."
"You needed it, I guess," she admitted. "So maybe we didn't do anything bad."
Wrapping his arm around her lovingly and stroking her breast, he reassured her. "Of course we didn't do anything wrong! We were just enjoying ourselves-that's all!"
She rested her chin on his muscular chest and smiled at him, "I can teach you so much about sex-"
"Things I never did, I'll bet-"
"Anybody ever suck your ass out?"
"No," he lied.
"I'm real good at that." She flashed a knowing grin. "And I'm good at sucking on balls, too. My ex loved that!"
"That sounds groovy."
"If you are real good," she smiled, "sometime I'll let you have something sensational."
"What?" he asked innocently, pretending he had no idea what she could be talking about. And his innocence act triggered her imagination, causing her to find passionate delight in revealing to him perverse ways of pleasure.
"Oh, I shouldn't tell you," she smiled.
"Go ahead," he insisted.
"I'll give you an ass fuck. Bet you never did it in the backdoor before."
"No," he lied again, enjoying her pleasure in thinking she was introducing him to new ways of sex.
"Well, Val-I better be heading home."
"Do you want seconds?"
"Well, if you want to give me a quickie blow-job, all right. But I've got to get going."
Having been sex-starved for so long, it didn't take Valerie long to go down between his legs and grasp his penis and lick the head of it.
Her hungry mouth built up a pleasant suction, and soon he was thrusting forward, his hands on her head, guiding her.
"Suck me, Valerie," the young man panted as his legs locked around her shoulders, and his thighs embraced her while she ate him.
"Plenty of cream in my cock. Hang in there, honey!" The hot, sticky cum shot into her mouth as his legs tightened, and he pushed his pecker farther in her face.
"Get the juice! Eat me! Suck my cock off!"
He was twisting around so much, she held him still. The feel of her hands, massaging his asscheeks while she sucked vigorously, couldn't help but remind him of his mother. Blanking thoughts of her out of his mind, he focused on the woman whose mouth was impaled on his penis.
"Eat my sperm, baby. Eat me!"
She sucked the thick creamy cum from him and then slid off, letting her head rest on his thigh as he raised one leg, giving her a good view of his muscular calf and smooth round behind and still rigid penis and hanging balls.
"You tasted sweet, honey!"
"I guess when you're hungry for it, any man does." He chuckled.
"You tasted special," she insisted. "Promise me you'll come back and ball me some more. Please, Neal, please!"
"Sure, baby, sure," he told her, "we'll get together real regular if that's what you want."
She pressed her face down on his thigh and kissed him.
"I need it. You don't know how bad. Oh, I'm so glad you came to me, Neal. And asked me. You have no idea how glad!"
There was one thing that bothered him about Valerie. He didn't like being pinned down to anything. Certainly not promises for sex re-runs.
The way he had it figured, he'd fuck when he darned well felt like it. That was the glory of being single, being free, being a man. Couldn't you ball with any woman without strings?
"You enjoyed me, didn't you, baby?" she asked.
"Sure, I did. I loved it," he assured her, getting up now and slipping hastily into his crumpled up cotton shorts which had fallen on the floor.
"Your Mom would die if she knew we had sex." Valerie laughed. "Never tell her!"
"Don't worry," he said, finishing dressing.
As he was about to leave the bedroom, Valerie came over, and wrapped her arms about him, and kissed him full on the lips.
"Why did you do that?" he demanded, puzzled.
"Why not?" she said. "It's just thank you!"
He turned away and didn't say another word. He was glad to get away from her, as he didn't want to go through any more of this love crap his Mom had hurled at him. He went home and was surprised to find his mom gone, but his sister was drinking alone.
"Why are you drinking?" he asked her.
"Don't ask me," she snapped.
"All right, I won't."
He strode away from her and headed for his room.
"Come back here, Neal," she demanded.
"You can't have it both ways," he told her. "You said you didn't want to talk to me. Now, you say that you do! Which way do you want it?"
Suddenly, bursting into tears, he realized he should talk to her. Going over to her, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"What's the matter, sis?"
"Oh, it's so awful. I hate to tell you."
"Go ahead-"
"Remember when we had sex?"
"I've been trying to forget that!"
"I have too," she said through misty eyes. "Well, something worse happened."
"Go on-"
"I had sex with Daddy!"
"You did?" Neal gulped.
"Yes, and I feel like killing myself because of it. I feel dirty and slimy."
Sensing it was time to tell, Neal spoke up. "Well, don't do it, Sis-you may be a father fucker, but I'm a motherfucker!"
"You're a what?"
"You heard me-a mother-"
"Then you are just as bad as I am?" she said, stunned by his statement.
"But I don't have to stay a motherfucker all my life." Neal smiled. "I'm changing-now!"
"Just tell me. How did you change?"
"I found me another woman. And I'm laying off Mom. If she ever tries to lure me into her bedroom again, I'll tell her to fuck herself."
"You can, too," he smiled. "Just because you make a mistake or two doesn't mean you have to go on fucking your life up, does it?"
"No-no," she said emphatically. "But I haven't told you the worst part. I'm an addict-heroin!"
For a moment, Neal was flabbergasted. He didn't know what to tell her.
"Look, sis," he finally blurted, "you know what being mature is?"
"No-no, I don't. Tell me, Neal."
"It is when you are bigger than the problem you face! You can shake any habit if you want to bad enough!"
"I want to, I want to-"
"Then, you will," he said, gently putting his arm around his sister as his Mom walked in.
"Hi, Mom." He smiled. "I'd like to talk to you!"
"It must be important." She laughed, wondering why he was so serious.
"It is," he assured her, "real important!"
After telling her it was over between them, and telling her what he'd discovered about his sister's dilemma, she was stunned into silence.
"Do you understand, Mom?"
Finally, she broke the silence, and replied, "No, I don't understand how I ever deserved a son as good as you are. Of course, you are right. And I've been wrong all along. Now, we must help Cami any way we can."
