For many centuries it was thought that incest was dangerous to the human family. And yet despite this-or perhaps because of its illicit attraction-incest has remained one of mankind's most common, if clandestine, of sexual activities.
The stories surrounding it abound in folklore. Who has not heard the old saying that "A hillbilly virgin is a twelve-year-old that can run faster than her pappy and her brother." Yet among "nice" people, the topic is virtually taboo.
But who wouldn't admit that any middle-aged man who waves away a suggestion of interest in a young woman with "Why, she's young enough to be my daughter!" simply has not had any daughters at all....
Nonetheless, incest is coming out of the closet. In recent years widespread incest clubs have begun forming all over the country. Mother and son, father and daughter, aunt and nephew, all are traveling around the country to meet with other swinging incesters. The swing toward incest has become almost contagious from the Atlantic to the Pacific.
In this book, A Family Together, the author has tried to show something of what happens in a three-generation family where the taboos break down. And he has shown this in such a way that it is in no way obscene, but can be seen to have real psychological and sociological values important to the way in which we lead our lives today.
Is it right for a teen granddaughter to make love with her grandfather? Who can say? What about daughter and father? Mother and son? Incest has been the subject that consenting adults have been afraid to discuss. But what man has not found himself occasionally leering at some pubescent Lolita, wondering what her nipples looked like, and how much pubic hair she had developed!
It is our feeling that the author of this deeply moving and sociologically important novel has gone a long way toward stripping the mystique from incest and showing, in a clear way, just what its advantages can be for the human race.
CHAPTER ONE
Adele Davis looked out the kitchen window, across the sink crowded with dishes, at her fifteen-year-old son Martin as he poised on the diving board above the Davis swimming pool. Her eyes studied his hairless, lean, platinum blonde form. Martin was truly a beautiful boy of whom any mother could be proud. While he was only of medium height, he was perfectly well-proportioned in all respects and had no ungainly aspects of the sort usually associated with pubescent youth. He was exceptionally trim, from his well-formed feet to his long legs, slender hips, small waist, good chest and wide, square shoulders. Then there were the clean lines of his handsome young face, unbothered by teenage pimples, and the shock of platinum hair above, which he was always pushing out of his deep blue eyes.
He was poised now on the diving board, swinging his arms and limbering up. Adele never ceased to marvel at his litheness and muscularity, the ripples of washboard muscle in his stomach and around his ribs. It was as if she had given birth to a deity. There were slight rondures on his chest as well, his nicely formed pectorals. Other muscles filled out the squareness of his high shoulders, the long leanness of his legs. He had beautiful tanned calves and thighs. Martin was so beautiful, in fact, that he might have been made in a Swedish factory, just turned off the assembly line like any item of production. He was too perfect. It was impossible to think of him as a normal boy.
Adele lit a cigarette and brushed a curl of black hair out of her sultry eyes. Martin was bouncing on the board now, his lean, well-muscled arms flying, his legs muscles springing and balling on the downfall. Then suddenly he was spinning off into a double somersault and straight as a knife into the water.
Adele felt her nostrils flaring and sensed a bit of breathlessness. She could always watch her son Martin-he had always been beautiful-but lately there had been a faint fluttering in her chest whenever she spied him, and she was breathlessly unable to pinpoint its cause. She assumed that it was simply mother love at its most basic, but on the other hand she felt vaguely disturbed by it as well. She did not like mysteries, and this feeling was altogether too mysterious for her to be altogether satisfied with the most pat explanations for it.
He was swimming across the pool now, in long, lean strokes which had made him a champion in all-city competition for his high school. There was talk that he might even be Olympic material, Martin reached the end of the pool and pulled himself up. Adele's breath caught-for a moment she thought he spied her, and for some reason that made her feel uncomfortable and guilty. But he couldn't see her, of course. That was just-a trick of her imagination. She took another drag on the cigarette.
For some reason her mammoth breasts seemed to he heaving, even as her nostrils flared. She self-consciously arranged the long black pony tail that she usually wore her curly hair in. As a girl she had often been somewhat self-conscious about the ungainly hugeness of her breasts, which were altogether abnormal. Because they were so big she had had difficulty with athletics after the age of twelve, because they had bobbled so much and made running so difficult and self-conscious. But now, as a matron, they no longer seemed out of place. A woman of forty did not have to feel ungainly with enormous, pendant breasts. A huge bosom on a matron her. age was altogether in keeping.
The idle thought floated through her head. She wondered if Martin ever noticed the hugeness of her bust. No, of course not. She was just his "mommy" and that was all. Boys his age did not think about old women like her-they liked girls their own age....
But what was she thinking of? Adele suddenly flushed beet red and her cheeks puffed up. Disgusting thoughts for a respectable woman her age. Sex was something only husbands and wives thought about-and only as it concerned each other. How peculiar that such daydreaming had floated through her thoughts even for a moment.
She took a final drag on the cigarette and ground it out. Her eyes were dully lidded as she considered her son. Then her thoughts floated to the cigarette. For many years she had been opposed to smoking on purely moral grounds. Her parents had brought her up very strictly, and her Quaker background totally precluded the use of artificial stimulants and relaxants. She had moreover always taken a severe line with people who indulged in such things.
But then in the last year she had acquired an inexplainable nervousness, and Reverend Thorensen at her church had offered her a cigarette during one of their talks about church choir and other church social activities. Since then she had taken to smoking the irregular cigarette here and there.
It occurred to her now that she often reached for a cigarette when her son Martin was around.
But that was foolish! What did Martin have to do with it? He was the ideal son that any mother would be proud of, and never gave her any cause whatever for concern. She could remember even now how proud she and her husband Robert had been when Martin was born. Having children was in a sense a validation of one's self. It proved one's worth to the world. Then you were continued. Otherwise a person was a dead end. And that applied in particular where a woman was concerned. There was nothing less womanly than barrenness.
What a cute baby he had been, too. With his cute little penis and testicles, always shooting in his mother's eye or his own when he was being dressed. What a laugh they had had over that. And then how surprised she had been to note that even babies could develop a very hard penis. She could remember now how secretly she had played with his sex when Robert wasn't around, curious about it from every angle. Feeling it, stroking his balls with her fingers. In a sense, having a boy child had sufficed to satisfy her curiosity about such things.
Then, of course, Martin had gotten older and she couldn't do that anymore. Although occasionally, when she was bathing him, she had noticed that his little sex would get hard when she was soaping it so gently with her hands. That, of course, would never do, and she was more careful as the years went by. She didn't want to make a pervert out of her own son.
She gazed out the window at him again. How pure and clean he was! She doubted that he had ever had a naughty thought in his entire life.
He was on the board again now, leaping high into the air and jackknifing cleanly into the transparent water. His muscles flashed dramatically in the warm spring sunshine. It had been like midsummer all May this year and in fact one day the mercury had hit 98. Ninety-eight, in May!
He was in the water again, swimming strongly. Adele felt what she assumed was a maternal surge. She glanced at the cigarette in the ashtray. Cigarettes did help her to relax. Still, she hoped that this year was just a fluke and that her peculiar nervousness would subside-it was, after all, so uncharacteristic of her-and eventually she would return to her normal self, whatever that was.
Giving a small sigh, she turned away from the window and went to the mop cupboard to begin tidying up the kitchen.
* * *
Upstairs, the Davis' twelve-year-old daughter Pamela withdrew her fingers from her exploding pussy with a fierce sucking noise.
She laid sprawled out on her little girl's white four-poster bed with its gauzy white lace hanging all around. Her legs were widely spread at a very obtuse angle, and her cuntal hair and upper thighs were totally soaked with sweat and cum. Her very long blonde curls fanned out in back of her on the white pillow, and the voluptuousness of her high, firm, young torpedo-like breasts heaved with sighs as she floated through the aftermath of her masturbatory orgasm. Her blue eyes were dully lidded and scarcely saw anything ahead of her. Her full, unformed pouty lips with their sexy lower jut panted hotly as she calmed. Her cheeks were flushed and pink. Her curvaceous belly heaved with emotion, and she slipped her fingers back in through the sex-slick lips of her pussy, just gently tickling, as she subsided ever so slowly from her peak. The voluptuous, meaty columns of her creamy thighs fell mindlessly open, then kneed upward. Her nostrils flared with the aftermath of passion.
A faint groan echoed from her throat. It was several minutes before she could open her eyes again. A pleasant sort of enervation washed through her magnificent young body. She had really cum like a house afire this time, thinking about both Daddy and her older brother Martin.
Then suddenly a terrible feeling of shame washed over her. What if her mother found out!
But no, that was silly. How could anybody possibly know what she was doing all these times alone in her room? Ever since she had begun idly playing with the end of the hairbrush the previous winter, she had daily grown more and more dependent on the fierce multiple orgasms she was able to engender while masturbating. She would hardly have been able to live without them now.
She brushed and blew a blonde wisp of hair from over her eyes. But it was really no good behaving like this because Daddy was, after all, Daddy, and her brother was still, after all, her brother. No possible form of completion could be envisaged.
Then why did she think of her father so often? What was she going to do with these terrible desires that threatened to consume her? Because she was so well-developed, it was easy to lure on older boys and get them to manhandle her in the dark back of the playground at school, but that was scarcely enough-Her needs were altogether too mature to be satisfied by a little petting. It was true that she loved it when they squeezed her growing young breasts so hard, and mashed her mouth open in a voracious French kiss, but then there was also the danger that she would get a reputation of being a "fast" girl. Boys always talked. They bragged to each other. And she didn't want to gain a bad reputation.
On the other hand, she did want sex. Almost ever since the blonde fleece had appeared around her tender sex slit, and her breasts blossomed out so hugely, she had been exceptionally concerned about the process which she had been told usually produced babies. She didn't want babies, of course, but then, on the other hand, she couldn't seem to help herself where sex was concerned. She fairly squirmed in her seat when a boy touched her. And her breasts were continually consumed by these terrible yearnings. It was as if they cried to be mauled and handled roughly by masculine hands. She also adored it when boys tried to suck on her tits, but then they couldn't go too far with that because none of the boys she knew had cars, and doing it in the back of school at night was risky. She longed to have her-nipples sucked, really sucked, just once, but thus far this had, been difficult to accomplish. Instead she had to content herself with merely feeling her breasts herself and pinching her nubbies with her fingers.
But that was scarcely sufficiently satisfying. She groaned and made a small motion with her fingers between her legs. Peter Grey had managed to suck on one of her tits the other night, and she could remember very well how she had gone "Mmmmmmmmm ... aaaahhhh ... mmmmmmmmm...." But that was all that had come of it, and it had scarcely been adequate.
Pamela made a little mewling noise of despondency and got up, carrying her enormous, firm young love-globes in her hands over to the long vanity mirror.
She was certainly beautiful, she had to give herself credit for that. She was blonde in a world that valued blondes, and she had very big "globbies", as the girls called them at school. Her long blonde curls fell thickly all the way down her back to the crack in her buttocks, and she knew that boys liked long hair.
She put her hands on her hips where they flared out so handsomely, and dug her fingers into her soft, creamy rounded belly. She was gorgeous by any standard, and she knew it. Her eyes narrowed and she palmed her breasts, cupping them upward. The huge strawberry aureoles were like secondary mounds, then topped by the carefully cut rubbery nipples. She felt their curves. Underneath, the weight of her youthful breasts defied gravity, and were very hard. Above, they were like ski slopes. Any boy should love to handle them-as well as a few men. She had noticed a great many of her parents' friends, and men in the neighborhood, looking at her very curiously ever since she had blossomed out the previous summer. She wondered if they could possibly be interested-
But no, that didn't make any sense. Grown men couldn't be interested in little girls. Or could they?
She tried to remember what her mother had told her about sex. She had never had a penis inside her, and she was very young, so her vagina was probably very snug. But men probably had larger penises than boys-and they were probably much too big for little girls like her. Or were they?
Anyway, grown men just didn't do things like that. That was "dirty." Or was it?
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Now she didn't know at all what was right or not.
She made a little sigh, shook out her hair, and picked up the hairbrush, carefully combing out her long blonde tresses. She knew that she was overdeveloped for her age and most of the time she was proud of it, but occasionally she was self-conscious. Then her desires tended to confuse her and she didn't know what she thought about half the time. Her emotions of the last year ran totally counter to everything she had been brought up to believe by her parents ... that it was sinful and should only be done in guilty secret between husband and wife. She knew that she could never accept that any longer, or explain to her mother her true feelings. Her mother would have been terribly shocked.
As for her father, he would give her the hairbrush for naughty thoughts. So she was really quite alone.
The hairbrush. She sighed and looked at it, then impulsively put it in her mouth and began gently sucking on the end of it. The hairbrush had shown her a wonderful time all winter. Then there had been the coke bottle. She wondered what sex would be like with a real penis rubbing at one!
And then she thought of her father again, despite her best intentions. Now, there was a man! But what good did it do her? Her father was as far away from her as the moon.
She put down the hairbrush and went to the window, heedless of anyone spying her total nudity and massive breasts.
Daddy's car was pulling into the driveway, and Martin was going off the diving board into one Of his triple somersaults, or whatever. She wondered. Daddy. She continued watching him for a long time after he got out of the car.
* * *
"Hello, dear." Bob Davis gave his wife a brief kiss on the cheek and settled down into a chair at the kitchen table, his briefcase on his knees. "Whew," he said, wiping his forehead, ""hot one today."
Adele shrugged. She knew she loved her husband, so why did she find his conversation so tedious sometimes? Or maybe it was just the heat. Outside on the diving board her beautiful son Martin, his platinum shock of hair waving in the wind, was taking another bounce into the air, his magnificent lithe form like that of a Greek god.
"Want some coffee?" she asked, her eyes still on her son.
"No, that's all right. I'm going upstairs to lay down. Heat's got to me. Can't concentrate on a single thing. Maybe I'm getting old." He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.
Maybe you are, she thought automatically and without malice, and her eyes went to Martin again, there in the pool. In another moment her husband Bob got up without another word and went upstairs to he down.
She continued watching her son for some time. Later, as he dried himself, she watched him as his tight young skin and muscles flashed in the spring sunshine.
After Martin went upstairs she had another cigarette and sat thoughtfully at the kitchen table for some time, not thinking of anything in particular, but her thoughts were largely a mass of confusion. The closeness of the season, the consideration that she was growing older, a great many things seemed to have combined recently to make her feel strangely disconsolate and uncomfortable. And worst of all was the fact that she could never possibly communicate any of this to Bob. He would only think that she was silly.
Upstairs she could hear the water going on in the shower. That was probably Bob, after a hard day's work. She wondered mildly if perhaps she should go upstairs and lie down before dinner.
Maybe that would be best indeed. She picked herself up and went through the dining room to the stairs, glancing at the buffet mirror as she went. Her hand went automatically to her hair. Maybe she should do something with it. Perhaps that would cheer her up. Her own father had never let her have it cut, on the grounds that short hair on girls was immoral and an attempt on the part of women to behave like men.
If he could see the "men" of today, she thought, thinking of some of Martin's school friends who had hair almost down to their boyish shoulders, he'd turn in his grave.
But no, she couldn't cut her hair, because she really thought even now that long hair was beautiful on women and best left alone, clean and well combed. Although nowadays she was catching the stray gray hair.
She also studied her bust as she passed the mirror. Still very full and protuberant. But her housedress was so terribly dowdy. What must Martin and Pamela think of her, always going around like that? She really should get some new things.
The shower was still going as she arrived at the top of the stairs. She needed to go to the toilet, so she tried the door. It was unlocked, so she stepped inside and locked it, then lifted her dress and pushed down her panties, sitting down on the toilet.
Suddenly there was a sharp cry or moan-she wasn't sure exactly which-from the shower. She jumped up and went to the side of the curtain, afraid Bob might have been scalded or something.
But, pushing the curtain aside, she saw that the tenant of the shower was not her husband at all-but her handsome young son!
Adele's heart froze in her tracks. There was Martin, stark naked, his gorgeous handsome head thrown back, his neck muscles straining, everything in his lithe, muscular young body straining for some impossible something, his pelvis thrust forward, and his hand-filled with soapy lather-rapidly moving up and down on his immense, hard young penis!
Adele thought she gasped, but she wasn't sure. Fortunately Martin's eyes were still closed. He was groaning softly in an agony of lust, his soapy had moving back and forth along his bloated organ. Underneath there was the soft sway of his dripping testicles. Adele's breath caught. Bob's genitals were also well-developed, but Martin must have inherited his equipment from his own father, they were so magnificently formed. Much larger than anything one would have expected from a fifteen-year-old like her handsome son. She found herself transfixed as his hand moved up and back over the heavily veined stem.
She was breathing heavily and there was a small ball of fire expanding in her groin. This was probably the most obscene act she'd ever witnessed in her life. Ordinarily she and Bob would make love only in the dark, and very conservatively. She had heard about masturbation, but never actually witnessed it. Wasn't it supposed to stunt one's growth, or give youngsters pimples? In any case, it was certainly the work of the devil and irreconcilable in any degree with respectability.
So what she should have done immediately was to snap heatedly at her son and give him a harsh dressing-down.
Yet she couldn't. She was transfixed in her tracks as if her legs were cemented into the soft mosaic tiles of the bathroom floor. Something caught in her chest, a fierce fluttering feeling. If she was going to say something, she had to do it now-but she couldn't. Her breath labored harshly. She felt as if she were running a race. Her mouth open, her chest heaving madly, she couldn't take her eyes off her handsome blonde son as he groaned in the throes of his masturbatory excitement.
And then the moment in which she might have preserved moral superiority was lost. How could she explain her own fascination, that she was merely standing there?
Martin groaned and began uttering obscene words, his head straining backward, his platinum hair plastered with water, and water dripping down his face. She watched his pelvis jerk forward, and then suddenly there seemed to be a terrible shuddering in his loins which shivered quickly outward over his entire body. He groaned and his head dropped down onto his chest. Every muscle in his body seemed to be contorted with terrible suffering, and then his healthy, hard young penis began squirting juice all over the shower curtain. She caught a spot of it on her dress and quickly pulled the curtain shut.
Trembling and unreasonably terrified of something she-knew-not-what, Adele opened the bathroom door hurriedly and stepped jerkily out into the hall. A terrible shiver convulsed her, then she looked around to see if anyone was there.
There was no one in the corridor. She could feel her breath coming wildly, and she was disgusted with herself.
But what had so terrified her?
Suddenly she looked down at the large milky spot of Martin's cum on her plain housedress.
And then all of a sudden the most irrational curiosity attacked her-she wondered what it would taste like....
She looked around. There was still no one in the corridor. She looked down at the spot on her dress, which was gradually soaking in. It had become dark at the edges, and she wondered if it was very sticky, or salty, or sweet....
Adele was still breathing heavily. Suddenly she tensed herself. Her fists knotted into steel balls. What on earth was she thinking of? she wondered. What on earth had come over her?
And then she managed to regain control. The flow of blood increased throughout her body, and her firmness and determination strengthened. She shut her eyes and a fierce shudder broke through her matronly flesh, making her huge breasts wrinkle all over and her nipples come up hard and pointy.
She must have lost control over herself for a moment. It was the weather. It had to be the weather. Or something else.
In any case, she was a woman, so there would be nothing abnormal about it if she encouraged her husband to make love to her that night.
Because that tiny ball of flame was still lodged firmly in her loins, and growing with each passing moment.
Breathing hotly, she made her way down the corridor to her own bedroom.
CHAPTER TWO
For the rest of the evening, Adele spent all her time just making herself up to be attractive for her husband. When Martin was safely out of the shower, she returned to the bathroom and took a hot bath, just letting her voluptuous body soak for the longest while. A great many thoughts roamed through her head-remembering the electrifying masturbation scene in this very bathroom only moments earlier-but she shrugged most of them off. For the time being all she knew was that she was somewhat stirred up-by the weather, the sunshine of spring, or call-it-what-you-will. But if Bob made love to her that night, perhaps that would help her to relax.
She was, after all, a woman, she reminded herself yet one more time. So there was nothing immoral about relaxing through sex with her own husband. No, there was nothing basically immoral about sex-so long as it was carried on only with one's own spouse. Indeed, her puritan parents had had ten children, of which she had been the youngest girl.
She paused to ponder that for a moment. Just why was it that all the puritans, whom sophisticated, worldly people so despised, invariably had so many children? But that sophisticated people preoccupied with sex usually had very few?
She shrugged and ran her fingers into the deliciously hot water. Then she ran them tantalizingly over her long, voluptuously turned legs. She smiled as she remembered something. A boy she had known briefly in high school had once referred to her legs as "Junoesque" and made other references to her body in relation to the Greek goddesses.
But never with these, she thought with a feline smile, lifting her enormous breasts in her hands and squeezing them together. The Greek goddesses had all been more normal in their bosom development.
Fortunately Bob had not been at all put out on their wedding night when he had first learned of her abnormally large breasts. Previous to that she had usually gone out tightly bundled up, as her mother and father had warned her severely that excessive display of a girl's sexual attributes was a fierce temptation for Satan.
But Bob had been tolerant, so she had not felt nearly so ashamed as she had expected to be. He had fondled them gently, and only sucked on them a little, and she had been surprised at the excessive titillation which could be provoked through the manipulation of her nipples. He had been a perfect gentleman, and ever considerate of her wishes, her modesty, and her respectable upbringing. So he had not been cross at the gigantic size of her breasts,' and had only treated her with kindness, just as if she was normal, so that after a few years she had actually lost some of her self-consciousness.
And then Martin had come along, and with his birth their sexual activity had slacked off as well.
Not that it had ever been particularly excessive. For one thing, she had warned Bob continuously when he attempted any of the usual male tricks her mother had warned her of. For example, when he tried to make her get on top she had adamantly refused and withered him with her scorn. It wasn't "nice" for a girl to be on top, and she knew that very well. So after that initial attempt they had always had sex in the "normal" way, with her lying on her back and her legs spread to receive him.
A few times he had also tried to get her up on her haunches for sex, but she always had her wits about her and put him off. She had discovered immediately that the least resistance caused his erection to soften, so he became relatively easy to control. All she had to do was object lightly to one of his obscene suggestions and he wilted in her favor. So she soon was in command of the bedroom situation. He had learned early that she was not merely his to "use" as he saw fit.
Now she probed her fingers lightly into the moist slit between her legs, and began thinking again.
Not long after Martin was born, Pamela had come along, another beautiful child that any mother could be proud of. Yet at the same time Adele often wondered if she knew all about her own daughter that she should. Pamela, after all, was well-developed for a girl her age-as she herself had been-and people were noticing her. Then recently-when Adele had explained to her where babies came from-Pamela's personality had taken a curious turn. It was hard to put her finger on just what was the change involved. All Adele knew for certain was that it was there, that something had altered.
She sprinkled water on her outsize pendant breasts.
They hadn't actually wanted another child at the time, so Pamela had actually been something of a mistake. Still, they had loved her all the same, and she had fitted in so well, after all.
Adele sighed and stood up, water dripping everywhere from her magnificent body. In the mirror across she could see her enormous motherly breasts, her square shoulders, her nicely fleshed ribcage, the dark muffy curls of pubic hair and the long, long columns of her legs. She knew that she was extravagantly put together in every proportion, yet it was only recently that she had begun studying herself occasionally in the mirror.
Just in the last year, in fact. This last year, when she had become so inexplainably irritable and quarrelsome and taken to noticing her son and following him around more and more like a nettlesome mother hen.
She recognized the change in her own personality, but she wasn't sure where it had come from or what to do about it. Did her husband notice it? she wondered. No, his nose was always in financial papers, checking his market holdings. He was a man more interested in numbers than in people, she thought. He probably hadn't noticed anything.
She toweled herself thoughtfully. Then how did she look to her own children? she wondered. A nagging old bag? Maybe they hadn't noticed anything. Could she be going through menopause? No, not near so early. After all, she was only forty.
She toweled between her legs and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Then she smiled. She wondered if Robert would be surprised tonight. They hadn't made love-that is, she hadn't let him make love to her-in several months. Maybe it had been four months, indeed. Wouldn't he be surprised to suddenly find her "turned on"?
But why should he? Wasn't she his wife? Nothing terrible about a wife wanting a little sex from her husband. Everybody knew that was "normal". Even doctors said so.
So she would vamp him. For some reason she was itching between her legs, altogether abnormally for a woman. Blame it on the weather or whatever. But she would use some perfume, and a diaphonous nightgown, and perhaps she would rouse him from his usual somnolescence, she thought.
Maybe.
She smiled at her reflection. Well, it would be a change for her to suddenly come on strong, but on the other hand there was nothing immoral or illegal about that. And anyway, she was entitled to a slight departure from the usual procedure after twenty years of marriage. She cupped her breasts and smiled. Darkness would fall soon. And then they would be alone in their bed, together.
She sighed and spread her fingers down into the hairy nook between her legs. And then husband Robert would give her some nice legal, moral satisfaction.
* * *
"Are you done with the paper, Daddy?" asked Pamela, her arms around her father's neck, her long blonde hair falling off on either side onto his squarish shoulders.
"No, dammit, you can see I'm not done with it," Bob Davis said crossly. He caught the scent of some perfume from Pamela and considered how well it matched her natural aura of youthfulness. "What's that you're wearing, baby?"
She put her cheek against his. "Like it? It's called Tigress."
He frowned and crossed his eyes to look at her. "That's not for a little girl like you, dumpling. You know your mother would have a fit if she caught you wearing it."
"I know," she breathed, looking over his shoulder at the paper. The Dodgers had lost the previous day, three to two. That was about all she got from it.
It was nice having Pamela's arms around his neck and her cheek against his, thought Bob, even though it did interfere with his reading-except that suddenly he noticed something else. There was a tingle in his penis. Alarmed, he looked at her.
But no, it couldn't be her fault. He rattled his paper and cleared his throat. It must have been a fleeting memory of that business with Madge down at the office, in the back of the stock room. He shouldn't have done that, but then on the other hand she shouldn't have either. After all, they were both married people.
Pamela studied her father's fine, shapely strong hands with the heavy black hairs on the back of them. As she had many times, she wondered what he looked like naked. During the summertime she was able to look his body over at the beach when he was just in a bathing suit, so she knew he didn't have a paunch. He was tall and well formed, with high square shoulders, a big barrel chest, small waist and hips, and long tapering legs. Sometimes she wondered how much of her own opulent, meaty physique she had gotten from him. Most people said there was a trace of resemblance in their faces, although both her parents were dark.
She ran her fingers through his wet dark curls and gave him a little cuddle. "I won't steal mama's perfume anymore if you don't want me to, Daddy."
He rattled his paper again, just a little more nervously than before. "That's not the point, dear. The point is that you're just too young and immature for a fragrance like that."
Immature, he thought. That was a hot one. It hadn't escaped his attention at all that Pamela was singularly well-developed for her age. And what was it she did with her hair? Did she bleach that slightly white streak off to one side? Well, that was her mother's department. He wasn't going to play the Big Bad Ogre. He had enough headaches at the office without trying to play the mother around his house, as well.
He patted the smooth creamy softness of the back of her hand. His impulse toward erection hadn't abated in any significant degree. In fact his penis was growing harder and elongating more dangerously by the minute. He was ashamed to blame it on Pamela-which would only mean, correspondingly, that it was he himself who was guilty of dirty thoughts. And anyway, he didn't believe that he was. It was simply the weather or something. Every so often he did feel some desires-naturally-and when he did, the place to quench them was in his wife. There didn't have to be a reason for it. In the natural course of things men occasionally felt a sexual desire come upon them.
Madge Parkins was probably to blame though-that little scene in the stock room ... their bodies pressed tightly together....
Pamela was running her fingers lightly over the back of his neck now. She had very long fingernails, and the total effect, given his present condition, was explosive. Suddenly he burst from the chair, threw down his paper, and without another word took the stairs two at a time to the second floor.
Upstairs, Adele had spread herself out on the bed and was rubbing her thighs together. Occasionally her fingers curled in the thick black curls of her pubic hair. Another had rested against her forehead.
The most incredible lassitude had crept over her. She knew that she should be getting dinner together, but somehow she just couldn't seem to impel herself into a housedress again and go downstairs. She was in the laziest, dreamiest mood she'd been in in a long while.
Suddenly the door burst open. She looked up. It was Bob. And he had the oddest look on his face. She cupped her breasts and smiled lazily, running two lengthy fingernails over her nipples.
"Like me, darling?" she asked teasingly in a throaty voice born of the age-old instinct of womankind.
Bob uttered a low guttural growl and began swiftly taking off his clothes.
Even as she lay there watching him, Adele continued to wonder what had come over her to make her feel so sexy-yes, that was the word-sexy. She had to admit it now.
And she also knew that apparently he too was feeling sexy this evening. That was certainly a curious coincidence, this simultaneous co-development. Particularly seeing as how they hadn't had any sex at all-or any inclination toward it-in over four months.
Which only confirmed her conviction that it must have something to do with the dark weather. Now she could feel less guilty. It wasn't her fault that she felt this way. Nor was it Martin's.
She closed her eyes tightly against the unbidden vision, but it was no use, because it was painted so indelibly on the insides of her eyelids. The picture of Martin in the shower, masturbating, his head thrown back, blowing cum from his jerking penis....
A small gasp broke from her lips. She opened her eyes. Bob was totally undressed now and draping his pants over a chair. She could feel the tingle bursting along the entire length of her vaginal canal. Part of that feeling was mingled with a sickly sweet feeling of guilt as well.
Her husband's penis was by now all the way out to its full enormity, iron-hard and bursting with pulsating blue veins that throbbed its entire length. There had been no verbal response to her question, but that enormous cock was answer enough. And now he came toward her, reaching for her, a deep animal-like groan erupting from his throat. His hands came around her and for a moment, as she realized his urgency, she was suddenly afraid.
"Please, Bob, be gentle!" she pleaded with him. "Be gentle with me tonight!"
But his heavy fingers hooked into the neck of her silky negligee and ripped it away like tissue paper. Then he held her down with one hand and ran the other greedily over the lush contours of her squirming, voluptuous body, kneading her huge breasts cruelly until she cried out with pain. This was more than she had bargained for. She hadn't figured on receiving him in a state like this-so reminiscent of the brutality of their honeymoon. A sudden terror filled her. His fingers were gripping her flesh raw.
Now his head dropped to the enormous nipples of her breasts and he sucked heavily first on one and then on the other and back again. He chewed hungrily on the sensitive nipple tissue until her cunt felt as if it were burning up with desire. The sweet taste of nipple-blood seeped onto his thirsty tongue.
"Oh, darling-don't be so rough! Pleeeeze!" she pleaded, but the words sputtered unlistened to from her tortured lips.
Her wildly thrashing flesh was slowly imprisoned under his and pushed tightly into the bed until the springs squeaked. His outsize hard hairy chest weighed on her like a giant stone. Her long black hair thrashed helplessly from side to side on the bed, her beautiful, sensual face contorted with horror. Her dark eyes flashed wide in disbelief as she realized that he was raping her. She pleaded some more but her sounds soon became nothing but incoherent mumbles of jumbled words.
Totally ignoring her low moaning pleas, he rolled on top of her, catching her body and trapping it as her long legs flashed out in one last attempt to get out from under him and escape his brutal assault. His hips fell heavily between her widely splayed thighs, pinning her squirming buttocks tightly to the mattress. Now the crinkly curls of her pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing cock, inciting Bob to incoherent mumblings of crazed and uncontrollable desire for her.
His knees were holding hers wide apart now and he ground his pelvis hard into her squirming defenseless groin. The spasmodic jerking of her soft inner thighs undulated around his searching hand as it moved unerringly toward her vulnerable and exposed cuntal lips. And then the knife edge of his fingers located that moist, musky outer portal. Adele moaned and then there was something else coming forward ... the huge, blood-filled head of his cock....
"Oooohhhhh...." she moaned as he jabbed his cock between the fleshy moist lips, and then with a groan shoved it all the way forward into her quivering cunt. She squealed like a stuck pig and kicked her legs out madly in a futile attempt to evade this cruel skewering. But this only worsened her position and there was a guttural screech of additional pain that tumbled piteously from deep in her imprisoned throat as his rockhard penis battered deeper and deeper into her warm yielding flesh. His pelvis smashed against her and then he was in all the way to the end. His rigid fleshy column was sunk all the way down inside her quivering belly, the warm wet walls of her vagina wrapped snugly over it.
But Bob didn't hesitate even now, his urgency was so strong and demanding. He didn't give her any chance to adjust at all to this sudden forcing of her womb. He just began to fuck her for all he was worth, ramming in and out furiously and panting like a dog. He could only think of one thing now, and that was to spew his hot, sticky load of cum deep inside her where it belonged. That desperate load that Madge Parkins had so developed in him with her stockroom fondling.
But why then did he suddenly think of Pamela?
Grunting unintelligibly, he closed his eyes and vented the ferocity of his lust in his wife's churning, moaning body. And then suddenly he came faster than he ever expected and began to spew the hot white cum into her with great ferocity and velocity. He flooded her belly over and over until he finally began to reach his limit.
How many times or how long he fucked her he did not know. He just became an unconscious beast in a world of loathsome madness. Until finally all he remembered after the first great gush of sperm from his jerking cock was a-terrible feeling of helpless guilt ... guilt for letting his unbridled lust gain such possession of him....
CHAPTER THREE
When Pamela had first heard what was going on in her parents' bedroom, she couldn't believe her ears. And now she couldn't believe her eyes.
Her father seemed to have an enormous greasy pole stuck to his crotch that he was pushing in and out through her mother's cunt. When he drew it out to its full length, it took Pamela's breath away, and she began to wonder what it would be like to have such an instrument inside of herself.
After her father had gone upstairs she had moped around for a few minutes before going upstairs as well. Then, just as she had been about to go into her room, she had heard these terrible sounds-moaning, groaning, grunting, and a terrible tossing and thrashing of heavy weights from the direction of her parents' bedroom. She had immediately walked down the corridor. The sounds came more loud and clearly-and then she had been directly in front of their door.
Fearfully worried about whatever might be going on, she had given the open door a slight nudge with her fingers. Only to find her parents engaged in the most carnal scene ever witnessed by a twelve-year-old!
Now she realized that what Daddy was sticking into Mama had to be the male penis. She had never seen one before except for brief glances of her brother Martin's when he was much younger.
But this was a man's penis that Daddy was sticking into Mother, and Jesus God it looked formidable! All slick and greasy looking as it slid in and out of Mother's hair-fringed hole, everything in their crotches surrounded with thick, dark hair, and above that Dad's hands on Mom's enormous breasts like the talons of a giant bird, as her mouth moaned various cries and pleadings, her beautiful head thrown back, her long black hair in disarray everywhere, her negligee ripped in shreds and lying, torn, under her savagely pumping buttocks.
Now Pamela's breath heaved madly, her large, firm young breasts moving irregularly under the tight red sweater. She felt as if she were rooted to the spot, and it was all she could do to pull the door just slightly shut again so that she could peek in on them surreptitiously.
She knew that she shouldn't be watching at all, but her little heart was fluttering so wildly that she felt glued to the spot. She literally could not pull her eyes away from the horrific sight. That was sex! she realized. How exciting!
Rubbing her fingers desperately between her legs, she watched fascinated as her father fucked her mother, both of them groaning, moaning, and thrashing as if they were in terrible agony. If this was real sex, thought Pamela, it was the most exciting thing in the world. Almost on the moment she spied her father's big rod pushing in and out of her mother's gleaming hole, she felt a wild wave of pleasure spewing forth throughout her young, girlish loins.
Now she knew that she was getting wet in her crotch, but she didn't care and only rubbed all the more furiously. Mother and Dad seemed to be going through a monstrous upheaval. Dad had pushed himself up from Mother and was pressing on her shoulders, his mouth straining as if he was in terrible pain. Then he gasped, said something unintelligible like "Oh honey, oh baby...." and his hair and face fell lankly forward as his hips seemed to tattoo like a machine gun and Mother gasped as well, her eyes wide and excited.
Pamela could see the white fluid spilling out around the edges as Dad's cock wormed in and out of Mother some more. It seemed to be soaking all of Mother's pussy hair. It was white, gunky stuff and Pamela wasn't sure that she liked that.
Then it occurred to her-that white stuff was probably the cum from a man's testicles that was supposed to make babies. That was probably how she had been made!
What a chilling thought. From some white stuff like that, connecting with an egg or whatever in Mama, she, Pamela, had taken shape. How wild! For one crazy moment she wondered idly what that white stuff would taste like if a girl licked it.
But that was filthy. Ugh.
Or was it? On some wild, fast-breathing impulse she began to rub her hot young cunt all the harder. Stroke for stroke with Daddy's penis. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and then, in unison with her own father's anguished cries of orgasm, Pamela felt a blinding wave of pleasure wash over her ... she cupped her pussy and stopped rubbing. She bent over panting as wave upon wave of sheerest joy flooded her sexy young being. It seemed as if this sensation was moving outward from her loins right into the ends of her fingers, her eyes, her ears, her toenails. Her limbs felt as if they weren't muscle, blood and bone at all, but rather the clearest water. Everything about her felt loose and helpless, vulnerable, as these shattering waves of joy thundered through her with echo after echo of sweetest ecstasy.
When she was able to get her head together again, she realized that she had staggered backward against the wall. Now she forced herself to return to the open crack in the door so that she could spy on Mom and Dad.
Dad was currently pulling his organ from between Mother's legs. There was a soft squishing sound as his penis came fully out, all slick and shiny. It hung between Daddy's legs like a gigantic fat worm just come up out of the rain. Pamela tingled all over. If all men's penises were like that, then she could hardly wait to feel what one would be like between her legs.
The scent of her own climax rose up from her crotch and she guiltily lowered her dress. What was Daddy doing now? Panting with one arm across his knee, his big, muscular body bathed in perspiration, his shock of dark hair plastered to his forehead.
Mother meanwhile rested with her arm over her eyes, saying nothing, her other hand resting on the curvaceous mound of her matronly belly, her fingers trailing through her dark crinkly pubic hair.
Somehow Pamela had expected sex to be more talkative. Her parents were totally silent. She gulped as her father played with his massively rolling penis as if it were a roll of dough or some sort of gigantic sausage. His testicles were big and hairy too. Her young cunt tingled as she considered what it might feel like to have something like her Daddy's cock between her legs. Her eyes shut. It would be heavenly.
But how could she possibly arrange such a thing? And wasn't it being terribly naughty? She knew kids at the First Church of Wilmette who had been kicked out for a lot less. Like Sally Tilbayne who had been expelled for showing her pussy to a little boy and letting him kiss it.
But she couldn't help herself. That thick eight inches of male meat of her Daddy's was just too intriguing. She would give anything for it. Oh, to have him smack the cleft in her behind with his hairy nuts as he had Mother! She could almost hear and feel the lewd splat of it.
Yes, she was in love with her father, and now she had to admit it to herself. Which of course made it all right. Because nowadays people in love were entitled to have sex with each other. She had read that in a book and in a magazine somewhere too. Or maybe it was just in a magazine.
But would Daddy want to do that with her?
She shook out her long blonde hair. She was easily as pretty as Mother, and even though it was terribly wicked, she knew, she sincerely hoped and expected that she could charm him.
She stepped back from the door and clasped her large, torpedo-like tits in her hands. All men noticed girls' breasts. Why should Daddy be any different?
Yes, she was convinced of it. She could make him fall in love with her as much as she was with his wonderful penis. But that entailed getting him alone, and how was she going to manage that?
She darted backward from the door as she heard Papa-Daddy get up from the bed and walk across the bedroom. Then she backed hurriedly back to her own bedroom and stepped inside. She rested just inside the door, breathing hard.
Yes, she would have to get Daddy alone so that he would have some private moments to study her beautiful young body and find that after all he wanted her too. She squeezed her breasts until they hurt. That was what he would do, when he wanted her. He would rub her pussy too and stuff that big hunk of meat inside her. And he would kiss her, and maybe suck on her titties too, and French-kiss her as well, and glory at her beautiful long blonde hair.
She fluffed out her gorgeous golden hair and looked back at herself in the mirror. All men noticed her, and all boys liked her and panted after her like silly children. So why shouldn't Daddy? She would French-kiss him just the way she had Tommy Eldrich under the elms the other night, with her tongue fully in his mouth. Then he would love her. There was no question about it.
But how was she to get him alone and get that beautiful cock inside of her?
* * *
Her chance came on the weekend.
She had just come into the house after walking their German shepherd Rex, when Daddy explained to Mother over the kitchen table that he was going to take a drive out to Lake Mundelein to see if their cottage was ready yet. The decorator had promised to have it ready the previous Thursday.
It was Saturday morning now, and surely they should have removed all their things by now. It might be pleasant to take a drive out there and see just how things were going.
Pamela sat down at the kitchen table and munched on an apple as she studied her father and mother. For several days she had sensed a certain tension in the househola, but she had attributed most of this to her own guilty and mischievous feelings over what she wanted to do with Daddy. Still, there seemed to be just a little something more in the air than that. She ran her fingers over Rex's muzzle arid his moist nose, pondering carefully and trying to figure out just what it was that she sensed.
But of course she had to be imagining it. Her guilt was running away with her. She shrugged and sighed and tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
It was true that Mother seemed to be just a little bit more snappish than usual, but that could be attributed to a lot of things. Or was it that sex made one irritable? Pamela curled her pretty pink lips. No, she couldn't imagine that having Daddy's big sex thing inside of her would make her cross. It wouldn't be possible. She gulped. She yearned for it too much for that.
The impulse was strong to rub her tender young pussy, but instead she merely pushed her thighs together.
"Sure, I'll just go out and take a look around," Father was saying. "Those guys must be done by now."
"Well, I've far too much work to do today," Adele said snappishly, wiping her fingers on her apron and glancing quickly at her son Martin, who was sitting across from Pamela and munching on an apple as well.
"You want to come, Marty?" asked Bob.
"Don't call him that!" Adele snapped, turning over the bacon with a long fork. "His name is Martin."
"Oh, Adele...."
"No, thanks, Pop," said Martin. "I have to practice for the swimming meet next week."
"Oh, that's right," said Bob. "I forgot."
"Forgot a thing like that," Adele sniffed, working some bacon up out of the pan and onto a napkined plate. "Forgot your own son's big event of the year."
"Oh, Adele, for heaven's sake...."
"It's okay, Dad," said Martin. Now he had a sandwich in his mouth. He liked bacon sandwiches, and even though it was only morning, his mother had made him one special. "I don't mind." He looked at Adele. She didn't say anything more.
"I'll go, Pop," Pamela offered brightly, just a shade nervous and moving her legs back and forth. The tingle in her cunt was really building wildly.
He looked at her and sipped his coffee. His eyes took in her long blonde hair, the ripe red fullness of her young mouth, her bright blue eyes with their long dark lashes, the heave of her overlarge tight bosom beneath the tight blue sweater. But he saw none of this sexually-she was merely his daughter.
"Oh, you wouldn't like it, honey," he said finally, wiping his mouth. "I'm just going to go through the house for a few minutes and check out the plastering and so forth. It would only bore you, believe me."
"I don't mind," she said cheerily, her heart beating heavily in her amazing young chest. She wondered if anyone notieed her excitement, but no, none of them had the slightest inkling of what she was up to. But how could they? After all, she was only twelve years old.
Her mouth began to water as she thought of her father's gigantic cock. But then she corrected herself-it was her pussy that needed him, not her mouth. Or was it...?
Her father looked at her thoughtfully. Well, certainly there was no harm in it. Anyway, she needn't be any more bored that she was just sitting around the house. A nice drive might even do Pamela some good. She seemed powerfully distracted about something lately. Probably just puberty taking its toll on her imagination. One couldn't blame a young girl with her-uh, with her unusual physical development-feeling a bit out of place and distracted. Boys her age probably had no interest in such things as big breasts. She was probably the most beautifully developed girl in her grammer school. Unquestionably!
Or was he underrating the youth of America? He tried to think back to his own days in grammar school. Admittedly, it was difficult. Had he ever seriously considered sex when he was twelve years old? He could not remember precisely now. It seemed to him that the boys had taken notice of girls with big "knockers," as they had called them. And he could remember distinctly once when he was eleven he had noticed that Lois Johnson had a lot of blonde hair in her armpits.
That's right-and Sandy Schwartz, the Jewish Princess had had the biggest tits. He remembered very clearly now. And Lenore something-or-other had gotten knocked up and had a baby. And he had once asked Doris Knockers to the school prom because she had such gigantic cantaloupes.
So he had thought of such things, even at that tender age. He could remember getting a hardon dancing with Miss Cole, the gym teacher, and kissing Beverly Lusty with her hand on one of her enormous firm boobs. She had been the talk of the neighborhood.
It all came back to him now.
He looked at his daughter with fresh appreciation. Little boys certainly must notice her, then. He could remember Frank Erspamer, at thirteen, teaching him how to masturbate in the boy's john. "See," Frank had counseled him sagely, his hand wrapped around his own enormous blood-engorged penis, "You just run the skin up and down over it, and that makes it get big." And Frank had had a gigantic one, all right.
All this rah through his head in less than a split second as he appraised his beautiful, fulsome daughter.
"All right, precious," he said, "you can come it you want to. But we won't be staying long. Just long enough for me to check the plaster and so on and get some sheets on the bed, that's all. So mostly you'll be going just for the drive."
I'll be bringing my bathing suit just in case, thought Pamela. Then we'll see....
"I have to do the laundry and a few other things," said Adele as she began serving up breakfast to their four plates. She gave Rex a shove with her leg and he sniffed and lolled around panting beneath the opening in her housedress. "So I certainly don't have the time. You two go along and see how it is. Then we can start making our plans for the summer."
She put some eggs on Martin's plate and ran her fingers lightly over his shining white-blonde hair. "Eat hearty, dear. I want you to do some real swimming this afternoon."
"Aw, Mom. I can't eat all this. I'll get a cramp."
"Never you mind," she said, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her beautiful young son. "You go ahead and eat. Mother knows best, believe me."
"All right," said Martin and he dug in heartily.
The rest of the morning went rather calmly. Adele started her baking and her laundry. She had promised Martin his favorite whipped cream cake ... while Pamela and her father set off for Lake Mundelein.
With her daughter and husband gone, Adele took a few luxuries. She allowed herself to look out the window at her handsome fifteen-year-old son as he practiced his swimming and diving. How his marvelous muscles shone in the sunlight! Even though he was only of medium height for a boy his age, he was wonderfully proportioned like a Greek god.
She had to confess now that she doted on her son, but this confusion no longer bothered her, even though her condition was apparently of somewhat recent nature. There was no reason for it to embarrass her, for, after all, a great many mothers doted on their sons and this was, after all, somewhat normal.
So, why then did she feel this tingling in her groin whenever she looked at him?
There he was, bounding high up into the air from the diving board, his glorious young muscles dancing and flashing in the sunlight, every sinew in his body outlined tightly and plainly. She strove to analyze her feelings, convinced that it had something to do with the fact that Bob had left her so unsatisfied when he had "used" her body a few days before.
Brutal fellow. She'd bet that when it came time for Martin to love a woman, he'd never be so callous. He'd love her gently and work her up to a fever pitch with his tenderness until she blew her head off.
But what on earth was she thinking of?
CHAPTER FOUR
The route to Lake Mundelein utilized Illinois' Interstate Highway 94 primarily. Bob picked it up at Edens Plaza, then continued north until he came to the Wisconsin turnoff. Then he was on the tollway most of the way to Libertyvilled and Rockland Road.
It was a beautiful day today. As the miles sped along, he looked out on both sides of the car windows at the various housing developments that were springing up all along the tollways in this region of Northern Illinois. There were some really magnificent developments at Lake Forest, just west of town, on a private, manmade lake. The houses there were enormous and magnificently timbered. Nothing less than four bedrooms, many of them up on stilts with gigantic playrooms in their lower levels and sun terraces just outside.
How he would have loved to own a house like that. But they really just couldn't afford it. Some of them ran as high as eighty-five thousand dollars now. So instead he had chosen to pick up a parcel of land on Lake Mundelein and put a little cottage on it.
Fortunately he had missed the rush ... barely. Plots on the lake were now going for as high as forty thousand dollars for the land alone. It was a terrific and lucky investment. Everybody was suddenly going crazy to have a house on the water somewhere.
And if the cottage was put together properly, it could still be resold later, the whole package, as a small permanent home, for a considerable profit.
So he thought all this, glancing out the windows from time to time, taking his turns in order, and meanwhile every so often throwing a glance at his beautiful twelve-year-old daughter comfortably ensconced next to him.
Pamela, for herself, merely sat very still throughout the ride, letting her beauty speak for itself. Occasionally she would glance down at his crotch when his eyes weren't on her, but she didn't notice anything significant. When the boys at school had the hots for her, their penises always became swollen and hard, very stiff, and she could feel them like little iron bars through their jeans.
A few nights earlier, one of the boys who had gotten her in the back of the bushes next to Central Beach, had asked her if she would "suck on it," but she had refused, a little disgusted and not a little scared. But now she found herself wondering about her father's penis and what it might taste like. It might actually be quite good, for all she knew.
But what about when he shot that white sperm stuff into her mouth, the stuff they made babies with? Wouldn't that make her gag?
Well, she would just have to wait and see. In the meantime she crossed her legs and looked straight ahead so that he could have her profile, straight ahead at the endless long cruising miles of white lines down the tollway.
She had been up this way before with her dad, but that was last year and her tits hadn't been anywhere near as big, and anyway the whole family had been along, so the situation was quite different.
She found herself wondering what would happen once they reached the cottage ... and what might happen if she encouraged it. A vision came unbidden into her mind of herself on her back with her legs splayed out very wide and her dad sticking his enormous prick deeply through her cunt hair as she shivered and cried out, his huge hands squeezing her breasts madly.
Pamela shivered. She was really getting turned on. She glanced over at her father. His eyes were on the road. Still no sign of anything in his crotch. Maybe she would have to contrive to sit in his lap or something. Apparently he was not going to help her. He was treating her just as fatherly as usual.
She sighed and ran her hand across the inside of her thigh, just casually, as if she were smoothing her dress. Ordinarily she wore jeans all weekend, but for some reason she had decided to put on a skirt and the tightest sweater she could find. She hadn't worn a bra, and her large young boobs were bobbling all over the place. She scrunched down on the seat, rubbing her buttocks hard against the imitation vinyl. There was a tingling in her anus that kept getting stronger. She wondered what that meant, and if it had anything to do with sex.
So her father's was the first penis she'd ever actually seen, despite all her encounters with school friends behind school and elsewhere. She knew that cocks got hard, but she'd never dreamed they were anything as huge as her father's. Actually she half suspected that they weren't and that her dad was simply amazingly well-proportioned.
She glanced at him again. Had he noticed how her oversize nipples were pushing out from the sweater, and how the sweater stuck so closely to every gorgeous contour of her big tits? If he had, he gave no sign of it, but merely kept his eyes placidly on the road ahead. She twisted her mouth. She would have to think of something to get him started, because this might be the best chance for them to be alone for quite a while.
It was a good thing, then, that she had thought to bring her bathing suit. Actually it was from last summer, and. she wasn't nearly as well-proportioned back then, but she expected that this old bathing suit would look something like a bikini on her now, it would be so small.
True, the lake would probably be too cold to swim in, but her dad didn't necessarily know that. Anyway, she could just put her toe in to test it, then run bobbling back to the house squealing that it was cold.
Pamela smiled and shook out her long blonde hair. Her big beautiful blue eyes sparkled. If there was a way of getting her dad, she was going to find it.
* * *
Back at the Davis house, Adele had gotten her baking and laundry out of the way and had begun making Martin a small bite to eat for lunch. From time to time she looked out the window at him there, in the pool, diving or swimming or whatever. A large lump the size of a meatball rose in her throat. There was something about her son that was really bothering lately, but she was afraid to admit to herself what it was.
He was handsome, though, wasn't he? she thought.
Smiling softly to herself, she reached down to scratch Rex's throat as the Davises' big German shepherd muzzled up against her legs. She looked down at the sweet dog and smiled, then noticed that her legs were unbecomingly hairy. She had meant to shave them that evening she was in the bath thinking of working Bob into a little sex, but she had clean forgotten. Instead, she had merely done her armpits. She had to shave fairly regularly, even though her body was very fine.
She looked down at Rex and smiled again, chucking the German shepherd under the chin until it panted with its long pink tongue hanging out and dripping saliva on the kitchen floor. "Well, we shall have to do something about this, Rex, shouldn't we, old dog? Can't have momma going around like this, what would her children think of her? Old bag, frowzy, doesn't know how to dress, black curly hair on her legs, huh?"
Rex panted and began sniffing, trying to put its head under her dress. Adele stood up and smoothed herself out, cupping her massive bust with her hands. Well, she wasn't going to become dumpy. Martin could never be proud of a mother who let herself fall to pieces.
"Come on, boy," she said to Rex abruptly, and she grabbed his collar and dragged him after her toward the stairs.
Upstairs she did her legs rather quickly. Then she noticed that the bottom drawer to the bureau was pulled out. Pamela must have taken her bathing suit, she thought immediately. But the water at Lake Mundelein surely can't be warm enough this early.
She shrugged and got up to close the drawer, but as she did so something else caught her eye. Her old black bathing suit with the overshoulder straps.
Adele smiled to herself. She hadn't gone swimming in years, and now a suit like that was as old-fashioned as the covered wagon.
Still, she had always drawn her share of whistles. Once she had gotten old enough to realize that her gigantic breasts were nothing to be ashamed of-and Bob had helped her in that respect-she had actually enjoyed, if somewhat guiltily, the wolf-whistles she drew on any beach.
She took out the bathing suit and held it up to her voluptuous, top-heavy body. When a woman had a figure like hers, no bathing suit was too old-fashioned. Indeed, it was all one could do to remain adequately concealed. Even dressed she had always drawn obscene stares. And now Pamela was getting that way too.
She sighed. There was no justice in the world. She should have been born homely, instead of with equipment like Marilyn Monroe's or Jane Russell's.
Well, why not take a swim, just for the devil of it. She could leave all of her work go, and Martin and she could have a nice mother-son talk in the pool.
Smiling in a silly fashion, she began slowly undressing. In a matter of moments she was totally nude, and this was where the truth of her magnificence was displayed in all of her most voluptuous glory.
Enormous breasts, always pendant, but now hanging even more, down the top of her belly. Still, nothing to be ashamed of, even though they were gigantic. Although she had had two children, her tits were still shapely.
Enormous aureoles too, and nipples so large that they stuck up almost two inches whenever Bob sucked on them.
Then there was the dark black thatch of hair between her legs, and the soft slit nestling inbetween. Tiny waist with opulently curved belly, flaring, sensual hips. Long black hair which she now shook out so that it fell all the way down her back to the cleft in her dimpled buttocks. She fluffed it out. Bob always said I had the most beautiful hair in the world, she thought. Years before, when they had first been married, he had adored running his hands through it as if it was money and muttering licentiously under his breath: "You're mine, you. Mine. Your hair is like an animal's mane, Adele."
And then invariably he had fucked her when he was so worked up.
Strange, wasn't it, how that passion had ebbed through the years! Yet she was still built as sexually as she ever had been.
She wondered then if Martin thought she was pretty.
Well, he had to. She was his Mom! All boys thought their moms were pretty.
Smiling softly, she sat down at the vanity and began to do up her lips, purely on impulse, to make them extra large, very red, and juicy. Then humming softly she followed this up by blacking her eyelashes heavily and drawing them out. Again, on impulse, she sprayed perfume all over her magnificently desirable body.
And then she went to pick up her bathing suit and put it on. She wanted to get to the pool while the day was still warm and pleasant. One never knew how the weather might change in the spring.
And, for some obscure reason, she wanted to take her swim while Martin was still in the pool, before he went inside to pick up his lunch....
Rex came up and nuzzled furrily against the creamy smooth softness of her legs, his tongue lolling out and panting. "Come on, Rex," she whispered, chucking him under the chin, "it's time for a little swim."
She knew when she got out to the swimming pool how she would look to Martin or to anyone else peering their way. Dazzling! Her enormous motherly bust joggled and jostled, one against the other, with an immense cleavage above the halter, which had been so arduously custom-made just to contain her massive 44 E's.
She had tied her hair in a pony tail, but she decided not to wear a bathing cap. Instead she merely walked out to-the edge of the pool and dove straight in, her hands above her head, cleaving the water for her.
When she shook the water out of her eyes again she was all the way on the other side of the pool, with Martin treading water across from her. He was just looking at her with his mouth open.
"What's wrong, darling?" she asked sweetly.
"Gosh, Mom," he breathed unclearly, his voice just a shade hoarse, but that was all.
"What is it, dear?" she smiled, pushing the water around her.
"I ... I never saw you in a bathing suit before."
She laughed lightly, flirtatiously had she but realized it, and batted her long dark eyelashes. "Oh, dear, don't be silly. You've seen me many times in this old rag."
She swam over to him and put her hand lightly on his shoulder. Her long red fingernails grazed the fresh moist warmth of his sun-browned young flesh. He was not even as tall as she was, because she was, after all, a big woman of statuesque proportions, and he was still, after all, just a boy. Her high, square shoulders towered over his finely made, slender and muscular proportions. She thought just then that his lovely young body could be used in a university anatomy class to give lessons. He was a handsome living specimen of everything that was male.
"Don't you remember?" she purred, "Mama wore this old thing at Lake Winotowoc three seasons ago."
Martin blushed and looked down at the water sheepishly. "Gosh, Mom, I was only twelve years old then."
Adele's heart quickened. What on earth could he mean by that curious statement? Suddenly she felt an irrational urge to flee. Smiling self-consciously, she swam away toward the other end of the pool.
He had been only twelve. What on earth did he mean by that? She wasn't sure she like the intimations of that statement.
On the other hand, she was a beautiful woman, after all, and she was built so extravagantly that a pubescent boy would certainly have to notice her. So, was it Martin's fault if he regarded his mother as beautiful?
Adele blushed and began doing the breast stroke, her hair very long and black swimming out in back of her. Not that he had said as much, of course ... that is, that he regarded her as beautiful....
Did he? She wondered. Was it being terribly coquettish of her to even think of such a thing with respect to her own son? But why not? It was a natural thing for a woman to want to be thought of as beautiful, even if her thoughts were utterly pure and non-carnal. So there was nothing immoral in that.
Martin was getting out of the pool and drying himself off. He didn't look at her, but seemed to be consciously avoiding doing so. Adele looked up at the high trees that ringed the Davis home. The merest zephyr stirred in them, blowing the fresh spring buds hither and thither. She wondered if he would enjoy the nice sandwiches she had prepared for him.
She pulled herself up onto the concrete and rung out her hair. She couldn't remember when she had felt so utterly refreshed. She hadn't used their own pool in literally ages. Usually it was Martin's and Pamela's exclusive preserve, although they all sat out in the summertime. The swim had been a marvelous idea. She felt wonderful.
Martin was moping about the kitchen when his mother came in, picking up a little bit of this and that. He sat down at the kitchen table, casting at her what seemed to be furtive glances.
She ran her fingernails teasingly over the back of his neck, marveling at the fine white hairs back there, and Martin shivered and closed his eyes.
"What's the matter, dear, you're not eating," she murmured silkily, almost blowing down into his handsome young ear.
"I ... I can't," he stammered, pushing the sandwich away and shutting his eyes tightly.
Worried, Adele sat down across from him. Outside the wind was coming up strong and blowing the trees about. Now, that was more like spring, she thought.
"Why, dear? What's wrong?" she asked, her voice full of concern. She crossed her long, meaty legs and leaned forward so that much of her ample bosom spilled in a bobbling flood toward him. There was a clean odor about the kitchen between their two bodies, somewhat like the scent of newly baked bread. Adele assumed that the chlorine in the water had something to do with that.
"I ... I can't tell you!" he blurted, gritting his teeth.
And then Adele, puzzled, looked down at his sleek brown legs. Even though he was trying to keep his legs tightly closed, she was startled to be able to make out a peaked, pointy bulge just above the crotch of his bathing suit.
Martin had a hardon!
Adele almost gasped as she realized this. But surely it couldn't have anything to do with her and her beautiful body, or anything she'd done! It was merely the beautiful day and the fact that it was spring, of course!
And now he was ashamed of it, ashamed to let her know or see it. If that wasn't sweet!
Smiling softly, she ran her hand onto the tanned, supple muscles of his thigh. Martin shivered and closed his eyes again as she murmured, "But you don't have to be ashamed with me, dear. After all, I'm your mother, and you should feel free to discuss these things with me. After all, a boy of your age must expect to feel certain stirrings and discomfort this time of year."
Indeed. The chirping of the birds, the pleasant breezes, the strong sweet scent of spring flowers, everything combined to make her uncomfortable as well. So she could be doubly sympathetic. This spring was exceptionally sensual and stirring.
But instead of replying, he merely opened his eyes suddenly and gazed upon her gigantic tits as if his eyes were devouring them. Adele remembered reading somewhere that adolescent boys were even more mesmerized by sizable breasts than men were. It had something to do with their relative greater nearness to the suckling they had enjoyed as babies.
But that was a horrid thought. Surely Martin couldn't be interested in sucking on her breasts.
The silence held them in its closeness and sway. His eyes fastened on her gigantic mammaries as if he was in actual fact sucking on them. Boys his age yearned savagely for such enormous tits and were in seventh heaven just dreaming about them ... and here was his own mother, with the most beautiful, immense globbies in the entire world! Martin felt as if he were going to swoon dreaming about what her nipples must look like. He had already cum once in his bathing suit, and lie could feel all the juice in there. His balls felt as if they were bursting, and very painful with what his buddies termed "passion nuts." If he didn't get upstairs and masturbate right away, he was going to go crazy.
Rex came sniffing around and lay down on the kitchen floor with his head on his forepaws. He looked alternately at the two of them and appeared to be waiting for something. The air was heady with tension.
Suddenly a savage wind came up and blew through the open windows. Martin, still all wet from the pool, shivered as if with ague.
"Something wrong, dear?" she asked concerned. She stood up and put her arm around his shoulder, looking down at his bowed, platinum head. My beautiful son, Adele thought, and she felt a lump come up in her throat. This weather was certainly enervating. She would have to get her husband Bob to be sexy again tonight, but this time she would have to make him restrain himself.
"I ... I'm cold, Ma."
"Then come upstairs and take a hot shower. You're going to get a chill down here. All the windows are open."
"All right, Mom."
"That's the best way, dear. We don't want you to get a chill."
He nodded obediently and she gripped his wrist tightly as he got up, leading him upstairs to the bathroom. Martin followed behind her like a guilty child, her dominatrix' grip on his wrist totally commanding and imperial.
But he couldn't help but watch the magnificent sway of her large, fulsome rump as she went up the stairs. And, for Adele's part, she found herself wondering if he was watching it, and, instinctively female, gave it another provocative twitch every few steps. She suddenly felt as if she wanted to run her hands up over her hips and feel the full juiciness of her large buttock cheeks. She would have, if he wasn't watching. A heat of sensuality seemed to be smoldering in her loins. She would have to work Bob up really hot tonight. She couldn't imagine why her loins were in such a savage turmoil.
She started up the water in the shower for Martin, then turned abruptly and noted that his penis was still pointing out a mile through the thin fabric of his jockey swim trunks. She smiled felinely at herself. He was blushing a beet red and obviously didn't want to take off his swim suit with her there. She looked around as though she hadn't noticed anything at all.
"Looks like we're out of towels, dear. I'll go to the linen closet and get you some."
Martin nodded, looking down at his feet very shyly. She smiled and brushed her fingers over his face as she passed him, her immense bust almost brushing his cheek as well. Martin's eyes darted over her immense breasts. His breath was coming hot and panting. She went out and closed the door.
Picking up some towels from the linen cabinet, Adele moved softly back across the corridor to the bathroom ... and pushed the door open just as Martin was stepping into the shower stall!
She gasped at the immense sway and size of his youthful penis. She hadn't gotten nearly so good a view of it the other day when she caught him soaping it in the shower. But now it seemed huge. The head of his cock was enormous! The rest of the shaft was wonderfully thick and meaty for one so young, and pulsating with thick blue veins. Adele's breath caught, and for a moment suspended in time she didn't feel as if she would ever be able to breathe again.
Now her dark eyes caught and held on the two bags of nuts under his penis, covered with a soft down of fleecy white hair. She had never seen a more tender set of balls in her life, particularly as Bob's were the only set she had seen previously up till now. A wave of clear fluid washed down through her loins.
But all this took place in scarcely half a second, and then the shower curtain flashed and Martin had disappeared behind it. Breathing hotly, she dropped the towels and ran from the room.
Oh God!
CHAPTER FIVE
Bob had been drinking too much, and now he secretively watched his daughter from the kitchen window.
When the wind came up, Pamela stepped out of the water and ran back toward the cottage across the grass. Her father stood just a little in the shadows so that she wouldn't be able to see him. His eyes took in every meaty curve of her wonderfully voluptuous young form, every inch of his twelve-year-old daughter inviting by the handful.
Bob Davis couldn't remember when he had seen a sexier, more opulent bundle of female flesh. She was wearing a deep green bathing suit that beautifully showed off her rosy, pink-fleshed coloring and her long blonde hair as it flew all around her back. It was a one-piece suit, but scarcely capable of containing the magnificent rondures of Pamela's gorgeous and succulent young curves. Her enormous firm tits joggled upward in their glossy fleshy sacks, and her legs were like those of a goddess.
Lord, he thought, somewhat amazed at himself, as he had always considered himself a first-rate appraiser of female flesh, and I had never even noticed her. How long has she been like this? No wonder I got nervous the other day when she put her arms around my neck.
He stepped further back into the shadows. This was his own daughter he was appraising now. He had noticed that she. had "blossomed out," but today it had really been brought home to him forcefully.
They had arrived at the cottage right on schedule, although there had been a strong temptation to pause in Libertyville for a malt or milk shake. Taking the bend around the lake, he had glanced at her from time to time as she smoothed out her skirt, marveling vaguely at the exquisite texture of her fine, hairless young legs.
Then they had arrived. To his surprise, Pamela had brought along a bathing suit. She put it on in the bathroom, but he glimpsed her on the way out and was literally amazed at her womanly proportions. She was built like a figure model ... the voluptuous blonde type he occasionally glanced at in men's magazines.
Only she was real, flesh and blood, more voluptuously built than any of them, and only twelve years old. And she was a natural blond, that he knew for a fact. Indeed, his "little" daughter was probably the sexiest thing around anywhere.
Curious that it was only just now coming to him, he thought. But of course he lived with her every day, so he noticed the changes only very slowly, if at all. An inch here and there was likely to go unnoticed when you were so near to a child like that. But he could well imagine that there were many men and boys that had given no small thoughts to taking handfuls of her voluptuous proportions.
So he had had something to think about while Pamela was testing the temperature of the lake water. Most of the lakes around there heated up rather early, it seemed. The current was relatively mild even on the windiest of days.
Then checking around the house to see how things were progressing, he had finally forgot about her and taken to puffing thoughtfully on his pipe over other matters.
But now, coming across the green, his astonishment was revived again. Pamela's long golden hair was flying about in the breezy sunlight, and she was running and giggling with that characteristic waddly run so common to developing young girls. For a moment he imagined that he glimpsed flashing in the sunlight the merest trace of fleecy blonde pubic hair edging through the elastic of her panties.
And then he noticed something really dreadful. He was getting a hardon!
Amazed, he stepped back from the window altogether. But there was no denying it now ... a clear and definite tingle had begun in his penis and it was gradually puffing up with blood.
But that didn't necessarily have anything to do with Pamela, of course. How could it?
In any case, he would have to act quickly to squelch it. He was not about to have her catch him unawares with his erection sticking out a mile, as it seemed to be going. He looked down at the front of his pants. There was the old familiar pointy bulge. Cursing softly to himself, he turned away from the door as it opened and she came dancing in ... dancing in strongly enough to almost knock him off his feet!
"Hey, what is this!" He struggled awkwardly as she threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug with those huge firm tits of hers pressing like pointed bowling balls into his chest.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so happy," she laughed, throwing her long golden hair around. "It's beautiful here!"
He caught the intoxicating erotic scent of her youthfulness as her breasts continued to point into his chest, her hands holding firmly to the back of his neck and tickling the little hairs there.
He tried to push her away, only to realize to his consternation that his cock had become positively enormous and that she was-no doubt, unintentionally-grinding her hot young crotch over his madly distended cock!
"Pamela, please...." He grabbed her wrists and suddenly she danced away from him, taking a finger full of whipped cream from the tiny muffin cake snack he had prepared for them on the kitchen table.
"Mmmm, this is good, Pop."
And so are you! he thought helplessly. She had the most voluptuous, mind-drugging figure he'd ever seen in his life, and over it all the maddeningly beautiful swirl of her glorious long blonde hair....
And then he noticed something else. Her bathing suit neck straps had become undone! That maddeningly snug and adolescently tiny bathing suit ... So that right now, as Pamela bent over the table, the top of her suit suddenly came falling off of her so that her enormous uptilted firm young breasts were suddenly heaving into fullest view ... Oh God!
He caught a fast glimpse of her gorgeous tits before she raised the front of the suit again. They were the most perfect set of love-globes he'd ever seen in his life. Very large, but gravity-defying and not a trace of pendancy. Beautifully uptilted like upturned cones, with hand-large aureoles, a strawberry hue.
He felt the bittersweet emission of a single point of cum emerge from the tip of his boiling urgent penis. He had by now totally forgotten his previous resolve to control himself. Now he merely watched her, slowly becoming mesmerized and enslaved.
"Oh," she giggled, "this silly halter. I can't seem to do a thing with it." She held the top of the bathing suit, just loosely covering her melonous tits, as she looked him squarely, knowledgeably in the eye. Bob muttered something unintelligible. He felt as if something was caught in his throat. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. The firm folds of her teenage titties squirreled out on either side of her imprisoning hands. He had the vague impression that she was offering them to him.
Triumph glittered in her sultry blue eyes. Then Pamela smiled softly to herself and abruptly danced away into the living room.
As if drawn on an invisible thread, he followed after her, continuing to watch her from the kitchen. She danced through the living room as she gradually stripped out of her bathing suit, not looking at him, humming a soft, sweet, girlish tune. His heart seemed to be in his throat. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He knew that he should be doing or saying something to stop this, but he couldn't seem to move or concentrate.
She was slowly disrobing as she danced. Her bathing suit finally fell around her ankles and she kicked it away into the window, still humming. Her enormous tits bobbled and her long blonde hair shook out. His eyes fastened on the magnificent rondures of her firm young buttocks. It was like watching a ballet.
Then suddenly she turned and faced him, giving him ample time to devour her perfect bulbous blonde proportions-the protuberant, impudent young breasts, the flatness of her gentle tender belly, the opulence of her hips and the fine tapering of her longish legs into tiny feet. Then there was all that wonderful blonde hair ... between her legs as well as on her head. Pamela was a natural blonde. And Bob's cock was now harder than ever ... and staying that way.
Now she came quickly towards him in those beautiful bare feet of hers with their tiny, exquisitely formed toes, her long yellow hair shaking out all around her beautiful body.
"You don't think I've behaved badly, do you Daddy?" she asked, knowing she was taking a terrible chance. She still couldn't read past his inscrutable glare. All or nothing, she said to herself, and she suddenly came swiftly forward and gripped the big bulge in the center of his trousers.
Bob groaned. Pamela smiled. She had him. Her soft fingers clenched and unclenched his burning manhood. "Don't you think I have a nice body, Daddy? Aren't I pretty when I'm dancing?"
"You ... you know you are," he gasped out almost incoherently. "Pamela, you must let go of me! This is wrong!"
"Oh, but Daddy-" She swung one arm around his neck and pushed her body in against his, rubbing it against him, her hand still fondling his maddeningly throbbing cock. She knew that his nose was now in her long blonde hair, smelling the gorgeous sexy fragrance of it. She rubbed her crotch against his wildly quivering body and made soft mewling sounds.
"Oooohhhhh, Daddy, you've got such a big one. I can see, you want to fuck me-"
"What ... what's that-?!"
She licked his ear. "I said, you want to fuck me,' Daddy. Ain't I right?"
"No! Pamela, stop this!" He tried to force her away, but he felt suddenly irrepresibly weak. And her hand was still caressing his balls, after all, as well as his flaming cock, which by now was like a forest fire out of control.
She squirmed against him and began licking his neck as her hands worked all over his body and crotch area. Pamela was really getting excited. She could feel her vagina becoming awash with sex juices. "But I love you, Daddy...."
"No!" he cried, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. "You can't love me! I'm your father! Please!"
But by now it was far too late. Her hands writhed like snakes all over his shivering, helpless body, rubbing his genitals, caressing his trembling buttocks. She had slowly fallen to her knees and now she was pressing her open mouth against the pointy bulge in his pants, her beautiful blue eyes rolling with ecstasy in their sockets.
He gazed down at her lovely golden blonde head. She was lovely, he thought, his cock burning in his pants. And she is after all my own child. All that stuff about incest has been proven a lot of nonsense. God, what a fuck she's going to make!
He looked down at the marvelous globes of full young ass as they swelled out on both sides, her long blonde hair, her-
"Ooooohhhh, Daddy," she breathed, her voice thick with passion, her fingers all over his hotly burning cock, squeezing and pulling at his prick and boiling testicles. Her lovely blue eyes looked up at him, and her long dark lashes fluttered. And then he realized that he was completely, irrevocably gone.
"Daddy, can I ... can I pull it out?"
His teeth chattered in his head and his head fell backward, his eyes closed as if in prayer. His fingers reached out to stroke the golden dome of her beautiful head. "No," he pleaded, "Pamela ... you mustn't...."
But it was too late. Making a silly little laugh of triumph, she reached up and deftly pulled down the zipper in his pants. She reached in devilishly, full of a single purpose, working out his enormous hidden manflesh. And then her fingers were on his gargantuan stiff length. Bob croaked something unintelligible and almost fell backward. The cool softness of her fingers on his lust-for-daughter throbbing cock was driving him mad. They slid caressingly up the rubbery firm surface, feeling each little pulsating blue ridged vein of blood.
"Oh, Daddy," she murmured huskily, pulling it out, her loins all aflame, "it's so beautiful, so very, very, beautiful...." And then suddenly her moist, hot red lips slid over the rubbery glans. Bob groaned and his eyes rolled in his head. Pamela wasn't sure what had come over her. She hadn't originally intended to suck on her father's penis. It was just that something overwhelming seemed to have taken hold of her. She was in love with him, and her hot young cunt felt as if it were alive with snakes, and then suddenly it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to take his enormous rod into her small mouth. Now her fingers slid all the way down to the hairy base of his cock, and crept around on the soft hairy bags under it. She felt as if she were going to swoon. Her cunt was on fire, and each fresh inch of thrilling hot meat going down her throat added another ton of oil-soaked fuel to her hot young pussy, which was rapidly becoming swamped with her precoital love-juice.
"Pamela ... mustn't ... no ... no ... it's wrong ... oooooohhh...."...." . love you, Daddy ... love you ... love your big hot prick in my mouth ... oooh Daddy...."
It was as if he had stuffed his cock into an open furnace, her mouth was so hot. The soft wet walls of her mouth undulated around his throbbing prick and then she was sucking ... ardently sucking ... with her face going forward to bury her tiny uptilted nose in his cock hair, then her mouth drawing maddeningly along his exploding cock again, with her tongue lapping all around its blood-filled length, and .particularly tickling the tingling hot underside of his big penis ... her mouth hollowing, hollowing, her cheeks drawing in, her fingers on the base of his cock and tickling the hairs above his balls ... until finally her mouth was at the top again and she was automatically licking off his cum as it oozed to the surface ... and then her head was plunging back down again ... Oh God Almighty!
He pushed his fingers into her lovely blonde hair and gazed down at his beautiful twelve-year-old daughter who was now so voraciously sucking on his cock. Her eyelashes fluttered as she held his cock and carefully licked, nibbled and sucked at it. Bob found himself panting for breath, his nostrils flaring with passion. This was the best suck he was having in his life. He could feel the factory in his balls delivering gallon after gallon of sperm at the base of his prick, which was just waiting to explode everything down Pamela's hot young throat. It was as if his testicles were filled with coiled steel springs that were gradually glowing hotter and hotter in the furnace of his loins, as they waited to race across the bridge of his cock, dragging all that red-hot steel wire after them. He was half afraid that his cock was going to be burnt to a crisp if he dared to squirt it all into Pamela's beautiful suctioning mouth, because it would have to rip out the insides of his penis as it rushed scathingly along its meaty length.
But by now he was too far gone to do anything about it. All the moral questions had been forgotten. All he knew was that his loins were exploding with flames and that his beautiful young daughter with her immense, gravity-defying tits and long blonde hair was sucking hungrily on his prodigious cock. He tried to imagine that instead of her mouth he was driving his cock up into her tight little cunt and wiggling it about, with the firm, full globes of her nice young ass hot in his hands, that beautiful creamy soft flesh of hers subjugated to his ardent paternal will, riding up between her beautiful young thighs and slapping it all the way home through the slick juices of her snug young love-box, as his mouth devoured her tender one vampirishly.
He tried to imagine that he was actually fucking her. Fucking his own daughter, who was only twelve years old but a beautiful zaftig blonde. Ramming his cock home and finally exploding and blowing all of his boiling hot sperm all the way up into her beautifully curved, creamy young belly. Filling her womb with semen and giving her a baby that would be his son and his own grandson as well....
He opened his eyes from his obscene dreaming and looked down at her. Now he realized that he was really in love with Pamela. She sucked so beautifully ... he was going to ... going to....
He groaned and his head fell backward. "Pamela," he gritted. "Oh my God, I'm cumming ... oh, Pamela ... you're the ... best ... I ever ... had ... oh ... OH! Look out! I'm cumming!"
He tried to push her away so he wouldn't squirt his sperm into her greedily sucking mouth, but she pushed his hands back and struggled to hold onto him. In another moment he was groaning and bucking like a stallion in heat, his entire body shuddering from his loins outward, with all of his hot white spunk squirting in huge, amoeba-like gobs into her fiercely sucking mouth and down deeply into her passionate young oral cavity.
Pamela swallowed so frantically. She had never imagined that anything in the world could taste so good. Why hadn't her mother told her? A man's cum was the most delicious thing in the whole world. It was salty and dizzying with its heady masculine taste. She could have swallowed barrels of it. And now that she had her father, she knew she was going to suck him off again and again if only to get that wonderful taste in her mouth, that delicious drink that could only be supplied by a male cock jerking in her mouth.
She continued to nibble and suck gently on his thick penis, her tongue licking the still wildly jerking prick all over to pick up every last trace of salty sperm. Then she-finally licked it clean and stroked upward on the backs of his thighs with her slender young hands.
She shook her golden hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. "Did you like that, Daddy?" Her bright blue eyes flashed and sparkled as the remainder of his cum slithered down her throat into her girlish belly.
His eyes were shut, but he nodded and stroked the bright yellow of her lovely hair.
"Then maybe you'd like to do something for me?" she asked, getting up and putting his arms around his neck. She stood on tiptoe and mashed her huge tits against him as she pressed her hot young mouth on his, slithering her tongue into his oral cavern as if his mouth was a cunt and she was fucking it with her tongue.
"Anything," he croaked at last through her lascivious kiss. He could still taste his own milky white liquid in her mouth. He could feel his penis pulsating with desire all over again, and thought he might swoon as she pressed her fleecy blonde pubic crotch against the big fat worm of his cock and ground it hard and around.
Pamela made a little laugh. He was going to be her slave now, she was sure of it. And from slaves one required utmost and extreme devotions ... and obedience. She had taken his cock into her mouth and sucked him off. Now it was his turn to do her.
She turned him around and headed him toward the main bedroom, where a brand-new bed was waiting. They went through the door, turning sideways together, and she led him, now zombie-like, to the bed. Her father looked totally blank.
"Sit down, Dad," she said.
He complied. Then she knelt and began undoing his shoelaces. She took off his shoes, then opened the buttons on his shirt. He stared at her myopically. He had not worn an undershirt. Pamela ran her cool, slender young hands with their longish red fingernails over the whirlpool of dark hair on his chest. "My, oh my. Daddy, you have the most beautiful chest...."
And then he gulped in consternation as she gradually inclined her beautiful blonde head and began licking and sucking at his hairy nipples as her hands removed his shirt. His nostrils flared and he breathed faster, feeling his cock becoming bloated with blood again. She sucked in one of his nipples, taking in as much of the sensitive surrounding flesh as she could, and then began methodically unbuckling his pants....
In another moment she had stripped off his trousers, socks and underwear.. Then she got up and stood in front of him, shaking slightly so that her enormous breasts joggled and bobbled right in his face. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed one massive tit squarely into his lips. Bob sighed and his mouth parted slightly. He would do anything she wished. She was definitely in command of the situation now.
"You do love me, don't you, Daddy?" she asked huskily.
He nodded dumbly.
"And you'll do anything I want, won't you?" Her fingers played his neck as if it were a flute.
He nodded and the warmth of his mouth slipped softly over the firm resilience of her hot young breast. He began sucking mindlessly and sighing with ecstasy.
"In that case, Daddy ... I can see you like to suck on my tits ... but I've got something else for you ... and it's burning up. Lay back on the bed, Daddy."
He nodded, let out an explosion of breath and managed to tear himself away from her magnificent breasts. For just a moment there he had imagined that he was a little baby, and that Pamela's were the most beautiful breasts and had more milk in them than any others in the whole world....
He lay back and she got up onto the bed, straddling him. He could see that her soft blonde pubic hair was shiny and thick with the drip from her vagina. As her legs spread out he could glimpse the shining tan folds nestling so softly in the center of that hairy patch ... her lovely young cunt ... how he longed to kiss it, to adore it, and prove to her how much he loved her long blonde hair and her huge tits and her beautiful mouth, and that smooth young flesh of hers and ... Oh Christ Jesus!
He gulped and ran his fingers softly into the soft wet folds of her pussy. Pamela moaned and gasped, temporarily losing control. "Daddy, I'm dying ... oh God ... Daddy ... I ... I want to sit on your face! Do you want me to?"
"Dearest ... dearest ... dearest...." he murmured, his big hands slipping under her soft young buttocks and helping her edge up toward him. And then finally her glistening wet cunt was directly over his mouth. Uttering a little sigh of relief, Pamela pushed her crotch down over his face and began sobbing with passion as his tongue began slowly licking and lapping at her boiling cuntal lips. The ooze from her vagina spread over his face like a clear polish. His tongue speared her, fucking into her tight young aperture as if it was actually a cock, laving at the sides of her labia and vulva and making her tingle as if with electrical shock. It was as if someone had stuck an electric cattle prod into her cunt. His lips smacked kisses all over her cuntal portals and sucked in great mouthfuls of her hot, wet folds. He caught her bobbing little clitoris in his lips and clenched it tightly while his tongue batted it about.
Pamela squealed and wheezed with her rising passion. This was like nothing else she had ever experienced in her entire life. Whatever the primal instinct was that had forced her to stuff her steaming hot young pussy down over her daddy's face like a molten rubber mask, it certainly turned out to be the wildest sensation she had ever known. It was like having her entrails dredged out of her while going over the "bobs" in a roller coaster. She felt as if Daddy was going to suck out her intestines and swallow them. Every nerve-ending in her sex-obsessed twelve-year-old being seemed to be screaming out for mercy and alternately contracting and expanding with a resulting electrification of her entire body. Her cunt tingled desperately and she sobbed, leaning over him, as he licked and sucked at her burning pussy. Her long blonde hair fell over and covered them like a tent, so that he was licking and nibbling at her partly in the twilight of that beautiful enclosure.
"Oh, Daddy!" she sobbed, half out of her mind with a combination of agony and joy. "I'm cummiinng!" she squealed, her voice trailing off into a long, high-pitched whine, as her orgasm exploded forcefully throughout her entire tender young girlish flesh ... until she thought she was blowing up into a million pieces ... way off into space ... burning up ... in this beautiful tingle that was making her sob and throw her hair around mindlessly ... whining and whimpering ... as if she were merely a puppet attached on a string between her burning cunt and her Daddy's urgently churning mouth ... until finally she gasped, opened her eyes twice, tried to scream but couldn't, tried to pump her legs as if she were riding a bicycle, while simultaneously pushing him away as if she were being raped ... and then pouring orgasmic gushes of girlish cuntal juices down over Bob's earnestly thirsty face.
And he licked and lapped voraciously until she was completely clean of exotic, ecstatic little-girl climax sap....
CHAPTER SIX
On Isabella Street in Evanston, the wind had picked up and the temperature had fallen sharply. In the house at 3117, however, the temperature had risen.
After Adele had glimpsed for the second time in a week at the strangely exciting sway of Martin's youthful penis and tender young balls, only this time impressed as well by the fearful size of his sexual equipment, she had raced back to her room with her heart throbbing wildly in her large matronly chest, and flung herself sobbing down on the bed. She struggled wildly to control herself, but after several agonized, torturous moments, her hand had seemed to almost unwillingly creep upward and begin rubbing soothingly at the terrible itch that had sprung to life between her legs.
"Oh ... oh, Martin...." she sobbed, her inflamed cunt getting the better of her. She had continued to rub herself there for some moments before she was finally able to bite down hard on her lower lip and blot out that terrible obscene yearning that seemed to have sprung to life out of nowhere.
Maybe I just need a cold shower, she thought desperately. It's the weather! It's got to be! What other explanation could there be for her suddenly feeling so unrelievedly sexy?
She listened for a while to the water in the shower, then suddenly it was turned off and she knew that Martin was stepping out of it and toweling down his handsome, well-turned young body. She shut her eyes tightly, clenched her fists and bit her lip very hard as her mind conjured up a vision of his softly swaying testicles as he moved the towel in and out through his genitals, his enormous penis wet and floppy but still very dangerous-looking and altogether out of place on a boy of such slender proportions.
Adele gulped and breathed heavily. She could hear him stepping out into the hall and going down to his own room. There was a soft click as the door closed. She got up from the bed and went nervously to open her bedroom door.
It was all clear to the bathroom. She went hurriedly to the bathroom, undoing her halter from behind as she went down the corridor. Perhaps there was some subconscious wish that Martin should come out just as the front of her bathing suit fell away, but certainly she was not thinking like, that at the surface level. Indeed, she was even a little fearful that he might suddenly step out into the hall.
What a relief! She jumped into the bathroom and locked the door tightly behind her, every muscle in her body shivering. Then hurriedly she got out of her bathing suit and stepped into the shower, turning water on icy cold until her teeth started chattering and her lips began turning blue. Gradually the churning in her middle-aged pussy subsided and she turned the water off and stepped from the shower again, picking up an extra-large towel and toweling herself all over.
Now it was easy to excuse herself for touching the soft hair-rimmed slit between her legs on the grounds that she was merely wiping off the water drops fastened like jewelry in her dark pubic hair. She looked at herself in the mirror ... the huge, voluminous tits so pendant and hanging, with their enormous aureoles, her long black hair which fell in a waterfall thickly down her elegantly curved back almost to the cleft in her succulent creamy buttocks ... the brillo of black hairy triangle between the stately columns of her thighs....
Adele closed her eyes and bit her lip. She struggled to keep her straying hands from toweling her pussy any further, and finally succeeded. Fortunately, the cold shower had actually had some effect, and it was not so hard as she expected to control herself now.
She wrapped the towel tightly around her magnificent voluptuous flesh and opened the bathroom door, her hair still dripping. Peeking out, she saw that Martin was not in the corridor. She stepped outside and hurried down it towards her own room-the room she shared with her husband, the husband who had helped to produce her handsome fifteen-year-old son....
"Mom," came the suddenly plaintive call from Martin's bedroom, and she paused in her tracks. "Mom...."
Her own son, who had been produced by the sperm of her husband Bob squirting up into her womb and tickling her ovaries so that nine months later a son had been produced through the hairy nest between her long legs....
"Mom."
Adele paused, gulped, and stepped backward. She inclined her beautiful head toward his door. Nothing could be heard within. "Uh-" She cleared her throat. "Uh ... what is it, Martin?"
"Ma," came his plaintive cry again. Now she couldn't help but investigate. After all, he was her son ... if something was wrong or....
She opened the door and peered inside. Martin was lying under a sheet on the bed, and he appeared to be shivering. His entire demeanor was exceedingly stiff.
"What's wrong, Martin?"
There was no answer. He was staring at the ceiling like a zombie. Alarmed, she hurried up, paused for a moment gazing down at him, then threw a blanket over his shivering form.
"Mom," he whispered suddenly, very hoarse, "Mom...."
"Yes, Martin! What's wrong!" She sat down next to him on the bed, instinctively laying her hand on his chest.
"Mom," he whimpered, "I'm cold." He suddenly shuddered from head to foot.
Adele looked around. The rest of his blankets were in the wash. In any case, if he were really suffering from the heat or something, blankets would not do him any immediate good. The body had to produce its own heat for blankets to retain it.
Thinking fast, she glanced down at the tight towel wrapped around her opulent body, so full of all the most voluptuous curves. She was meaty and rounded enough for both of them, if it came to that.
But dare she let it? This was altogether getting out of hand.
On the other hand, Martin's life had to come first before any other consideration, if he was really suffering.
Moreover, her underlying feeling told her that the whole situation allowed her the most encompassing excuse, rationale and justification for getting into bed with him. No one, not even Martin, could point at her accusingly for wanting to save her son's life if he was seriously ill.
She would only get into bed until his father came home, she told herself, and if Martin wasn't better by then they would send for Dr. Green. Thus she was able to rationalize her action computer-like as she dropped the towel grandly from around her opulent flesh, stood there just for a moment so that his shivering young eyes could glance over and swallow the enormity of her enormous mama breasts, and then lifted the covers and slipped into bed with him.
From the moment she had the sheet even a little ways up, she thought that she spied a towering erection on her handsome young son, pointing like a redwood tree through the forest of his blonde pubic hair. But she quickly pushed that into the back of her mind, rationalizing it away as a part of his fever or whatever, even half convinced that her handsome son was cursed with a perpetual hardon.
She nestled up against him as warmly as she could, trying to touch his slender form at every point with some of her warm, curvaceous meatiness. She ran her hand madly over the washboard muscles of his stomach. How she'd wanted to do that for so very long!
Martin shivered again, but not from cold....
His mother's hands ran warmly over his supple, muscular young body, warming him caressingly. Adele closed her eyes in a daze of ebullient pleasure. Her loins were all atingle. She had wanted to touch Martin's beautiful fifteen-year-old body for so long, for so very long ... she ran her hands over his lovely muscles, up to his square shoulders, across his hard, muscular boyish chest. He had such a beautiful form, she thought. His body must be like that of the ideal boy had been for the ancient Greeks. It was lithe and stringy with muscle, without an ounce of wasted fat. She loved the elegant hardness of his rippling stomach muscles. Her hand reached down to stroke his legs ... and accidentally bumped into the hard, high tower of his cock!
"Martin!" she gasped involuntarily.
The boy turned his face away, shivering again. "Don't be mad at me, Mama! I ... I can't help it!"
Almost by instinct her fingers wound around his enormous youthful penis, her lengthy, rapier-nailed fingers slipping into his fleecy blonde pubic hair. A shiver of excitement flashed thrillingly through Adele's loins. This was a hard, meaty cock, and especially remarkable for being a part of one so young. All of her reasoning power seemed to evaporate in that moment, because she realized abruptly that she had wanted all along to have a chance to explore Martin's body with her fingers ... and particularly his fascinating young cock. Bob's was a dark, hairy purple bludgeon, but Martin's was fashioned so exquisitely, it just took her breath away.
Her eyes became glazed over as she answered, "Don't let that worry you, sweet boy. That's perfectly normal. After all, Mama's a woman, you know, and you're very much a grown man."
She fingered his gigantic rod. Yes, very much a grdwn man.
She put her lips against his ear and snuggled closer to him. Her loins felt as if they were boiling savagely with itch. "Don't be ashamed, sonny boy," she breathed into his ear, drawing a thrilling tremor from his burning young body. "This is all perfectly normal ... uh, perfectly normal."
Her hand continued to stroke his hot young penis, which seemed to be the hottest part of his body. Martin could feel the wonderful warmth of her breasts, belly and thighs pressing excitingly against all of his hard edges. He was built of sharp planes and angles, and he felt as if he were going out of his mind, or dying, and didn't know what to do with himself. His entire nervous system seemed to be thrashing like a fish out of water. He had had such obscene dreams about his mother's body and now she was here, in his very bed! His nostrils flared and snorted as he considered the mammoth size of her gigantic titties ... those titties he had dreamt about for so long, and masturbated over so frequently. He loved his mother desperately ... and yet at the same time he was so ashamed, terribly, dreadfully ashamed. He had no right to feel so sexually aroused whenever he saw her, or when she touched him. It was wrong. And he knew it was wrong. Yet he couldn't help it.
The warmth of all that magnificent flesh pressing against his shivering body at every point-that opulently, huskily rounded mama-flesh he had dreamt about so often-was sheer maddening. His breath flashed hot and huskily through his widely flared nostrils. He felt as if his eyeballs were going to curl around backward in his head.
Adele felt as if she were hurtling toward some kind of explosion point. She realized now, abruptly, that she couldn't logically justify continuing to run her fingers up and down the underside of Martin's beautiful young penis, feeling all of its winding vein ridges, couldn't justify ... Her breath caught as her finger slipped over the tip of his prick and rubbed lightly, sliding into the viscid precoital fluid that was oozing from his tender young organ.
"Oh, Mama! OH!" He gripped her shoulders. Suddenly his tender young balls curled tightly up into the neck of his scrotum and his eyes bulged out. Adele felt a sort of shudder in his pelvis and then there was a great milky white pool washing up out of the head of his penis.
"Mama!" he gasped, his blue eyes staring. "Mama! OH!"
She continued to run her fingers up and down lightly along the underside of his penis. "What's wrong, Martin?" she crooned, blowing in his ear. Her loins were in such a rage as she witnessed his ecstasy, that she didn't know what to do with herself.
"Mama! I hurt! I hurt now!"
He was right. The shivering had stopped, and now there was a terrible debilitating pain in his testicles. He didn't understand it. He knew that his cock had oozed cum, yet at the same time he hadn't genuinely had an orgasm.
"Where do you hurt, dear?" she cooed, still running her fingers lightly, teasingly over his nuts and penis.
"In ... oh, Mama I can't...."
"Tell me!"
"In my balls! Mama, I hurt in my balls!"
Adele smiled at her beautiful son, vaguely hypnotized by the sheer mindless eroticism of their situation. Her hand cupped his genitals. He was beautiful and he was her son, and he might be very ill. He said that he was in pain, and he was probably suffering from what she had heard referred to in her youth euphemistically as
"passion nuts," if she knew anything about it. Her accidental touching of his hypersensitive fifteen-year-old penis had probably sparked that reaction. Certainly she wouldn't be much of a mother if she allowed him to continue in such agony, she thought, now would she? No one could fault a mother for wanting to relieve her son from pain! That was a mother's obligation, wasn't it?
She lifted the covers slowly and looked down at his elegant slender body, stroking his balls gently. Martin opened his eyes and looked at her horrified and filled with shame, her immense soft white breasts hanging almost directly in his face. His eyes fastened helplessly on one huge wrinkly rubber-eraser nipple, so nice and brown and big-and hard-surrounded by enormous palm-size aureole....
"Mama, I'm sorry," he pleaded, his face contorted with the agony of his illicit teenage lust.
She shook her head and blew gently on his face, her huge tits hanging down and smooth against his trembly firm flesh. Martin groaned as her hands moved caressingly all over his gorgeous young body. And then, filled with her rationalization for easing her handsome son's agony, she bent her head, her long, ebony black curls fanning out over his tender tanned skin, her fingers snug around the stem of his enormous youthful cock, and placed her rosy lips firmly against the soft rubbery head of Martin's penis....
"Mama!"
"Ssssh."
Her tongue flicked out and licked off the storm of ooze leaking from the head of his youthful prick. The taste was totally unlike anything she'd ever tasted before in her life. She could feel the juices flooding through the osmotic membranes in her vaginal walls in a torrent, like a bursting dam whose water was heading down a steep fall to the sea. Her loins were aflame. With her son's cum in her mouth, and tasting it in her tongue, she no longer felt able to control herself from merely following the synaptic impulses now pulsating so violently through her nervous system.
Martin groaned. As if they were magnetized, his hands were drawn to the hugeness of her motherly breasts and he pressed his fingers ecstatically into their sleek white softness. "Ooooohhhh, Mama ... oh God ... Ma...."
Her moist red lips parted slightly and slipped down her young son's rubbery glans. A flash of ecstasy waved through her loins like a flag on Decoration Day. She gave a little cry of animal pleasure as she felt the soft warmth of his aching cock at last-oh, at last! Slowly but forcefully working its way into her mouth. Her cunt was flowing copiously now and itching uncontrollably. But she didn't notice at all because everything in her was basking in the exquisite feeling of finally-finally-having her handsome fifteen-year-old son's cock in her voraciously obscene mouth.
"Oh, Mama...." came the groaning voice above her, and she felt youthful hands pressing in her long black hair. She smiled and uttered a little moan of sheer maternal pleasure and took in another inch of his thrilling hot meat. Her lips slid like melting plastic, clinging hungrily to the delicious taste of the skin of his healthy young penis. Her hand grabbed his balls and her mouth fell lower. Now there was at least four inches in her mouth, and the rest of it was heading rapidly to stuff up her throat. Her cunt was churning so fiercely now that she would have sworn that somebody was moving something around inside the pussy channel.
Her nose was just above his blonde pubic hair. She caught its heady scent and almost swooned, her head rushing down right to the base of his prick, so that all the rest of his cock was immediately rammed down to the end of her throat, gagging and choking her.
Adele sputtered momentarily, but immediately she took up a rhythmic sucking of this wonderfully delicious cock, her mouth sliding hungrily upward, then back down again, with the savage feeling in her loins escalating with each round-trip suck and making her squirm. Her nose buried in his pubic hair, sniffing at it, then her mouth clung like liquid rubber and slid all the way back up again, her tongue elongating and wrapping around his prick clingingly, licking hungrily-especially at his hypersensitive underside-all the way to the top.
My son needs me, her sex-drenched mind told her. He needs my mouth to keep his penis warm, and so that he can give up that terrible pain in his testicles. So I'm doing the right thing ... and oooohhhhh, it'ssooogood, sooodelicious....
She had some vague, primitive feeling that she was doing something that was not quite right, but at the same time her sex-depraved brain couldn't bring itself to care. All she could think of was this delicious thick penis of her beautiful son's passing in and out through the hot, wet portals of her mouth, as the walls of her mouth undulated around it and stroked it just as if his cock was inside her vagina and being caressed and fondled by it, "MA!"
She could feel his terrible straining and hear his agonized groans above her somewhere, but it was hard to concentrate on anything other than this utterly delicious young fifteen-year-old penis that she had given birth to from out of her very own cunt, which even now was dripping at the thought of getting it back inside. She licked it and lapped at it, and stroked his beautiful instrument with her loving fingers.
"Zaaaa MAMA!"
She could hear him screaming above her, and then suddenly there was an orgasmic churning in the bed, and she could see his lovely young balls draw up-and then his hips were jerking and her beautiful son was gasping out obscenities as wad after wad of burning hot white cum came splattering from the eye of his penis into her hungry motherly throat.
Ecstasy. Her loins boiled and churned as Martin jerked his way through a magnificent, wonderfully completing climax. A voice deep in her mind whispered, You won't get passion nuts now, darling. She could feel his slender, muscular hands in her hair, pressing her head down and alternately trying to pull her away, but that didn't matter. She was absolutely intent on licking off his cock and getting every last sweet drop of that pungent salty white love-juice. She wasn't about to let go. Slipping her hands under his sweet tight rump, she lifted his cock up into her throat until it was gagging her, and went delirious with happiness as it continued to spit white fluid down to her larynx.
"Mom! No! Oh my ... God, Mom! DON'T SWALLOW IT!"
But she did. Longingly, with a long, enervating sigh. Every last drop, until finally Martin had jerked his last and was settling back into the well of his own perspiration. A rash of sex-heat came out just below his throat. Her hands caressed his smooth and tight body. Adele could feel her loins boiling like a witches' cauldron; she would go out of her mind if she didn't get some satisfaction soon, she realized, nibbling and swallowing on Martin's gradually deflating penis.
At long last she took her mouth off his cock and they gazed weakly at each other, both of them drugged with sex and love.
"Mama," he whispered soulfully, reaching for one of her massive hanging tits, "I want to suck on your titties ... please.""
And that was when they noticed that Rex, their German Shepherd, had slipped in through the open door and was lying on the floor panting ... and watching them!
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Bob had licked Pamela's cunt and left her dozing on the bed and partly gibbering from her fantastic shattering climax, her tongue lolling mindlessly out of her beautiful blonde head, Bob had staggered dazedly back to the kitchen and opened the second bottle of whiskey for the day.
Now staggering back again to the bedroom, his foggy, lust-ridden brain struggled to comprehend what had passed between them.
I fucked my own daughter, a voice whispered in his brain. A beautiful, big-titted blonde only twelve years old. And I fucked her.
No, that was not quite right. They had both blown off, but actually she had merely sucked him off.
Not that it hadn't been beautiful. His loins were still trembling and wobbly from the memory of that wild blowjob. But there still remained the fact that he wanted to fuck her.
Yes, he had to admit it himself now. At first it was the drink that had left him so weak and an easy prey, but now that their minor orgy was out of the way, certainly his sin wouldn't be increased any if they made real sex together, with his cock deep into her hot, wet blonde cunt. In for a penny, in for a pound. As well hung for a sheep as for a lamb.
And furthermore, was it so terrible anyway?
Now that he was struggling to give the matter serious thought, it occurred to him that he had read somewhere that all of society's taboos against incest were usually based on very shaky, relatively vague and meaningless grounds. For example, many authors claimed that incest led to "degenerate" offspring. But what did that really mean? And if it did mean anything, the implication had nonetheless never been proven. There were hosts of primitive people round the world that mated regularly within their own families and yet retained a good quality of eugenic stock, Furthermore, what did such theories do to other, more strongly held theories of evolution and biology which insisted that the best strains combined always produced the best offspring? What about animals that mated without caring about whether or not the pairing was incestuous or not? Nothing very disastrous resulted. What about very inbred societies like the Eskimo, where this was so common? Indeed, wasn't it common of animal and plant breeders to inbreed very strongly in order to produce the best strain?
So that in reality all of the "civilized" taboos against incest were probably bogeyman scare stories with little basis in acutal biological fact. Tennessee hillbillies, despite proclivities to chase their twelve-year-old daughters, produced no greater number of retarded stock than any other group.
He smiled a silly smile and looked down at his beautiful daughter, her enormous firm breasts pointing skyward and heaving irregularly as she dozed. They had unlocked a great opportunity for the both of them. Now as he was growing older he had less and less chance to fuck beautiful young girls. Indeed, no chance at all! But Pamela had changed all that. She had given him back his youth, hope, and ego. He felt afire with life and rife with good spirits. Just to have this chance-to screw a twelve-year-old-was more than anything he would have expected fate to have in store for him at this late stage of his life. But even more than that, to be able to have a girl as gorgeous as Pamela, and as opulently put together, this was far, far beyond his wildest hopes. Her gorgeous blonde hair, spread out like a fan on the pillow, her large breasts in tantalizing disarray. She was beautiful far beyond anything he had had a right to expect at this advanced stage of his existence.
And God, how she could suck! Her mouth was a warm bath of flesh on his cock.
He looked down at her. He had to admit it, he loved her, and he would try to keep her with him as long as he could.
He moved cat-like around the foot of the bed, not taking his eyes off of her. Pamela had drawn one knee up flat on the bed even with her hip, the smooth creamy flesh of her inner thigh gleaming faintly in the dim light. The soft blonde hairs covering the exposed and limpid lips of her tender young cunt seemed to be glowing as if with a halo.
He felt his breath catch as he gazed down at her limitless beauty. He had never seen anything with such an appearance of purity, innocence and pride all mixed up together.
He smiled to himself as he remembered the helpless mewling sounds of her pleasure as he licked and nibbled at her passion-slick vagina, her hypersensitive clitoris bobbing like crazy in his lips. And as he considered this, his organ hardened again into a rock-like rigidity. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large expanded thunderhead, tiny droplets of thick white seminal fluid already starting to seep from the sensitive contracting gland at its tip, smearing wetly when it occasionally brushed his hairy naked thigh.
His hand slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he moved around the bed toward his proud young blonde daughter. He held his rod in his hand as if it were a sound boom on a television set. He wanted to ram deep within those open thighs and bury his cock far up inside her gorgeous curvaceous belly.
His long thick member stood out in a proud, menacing erection over the spread-eagled body on the bed beneath. He kept stroking it to preserve its rigidity, which threatened to explode into streaming white hot spurts at any moment. He considered what ecstasy it was going to be to fuck her. And maybe if he drew it out fast enough it would be a beautiful sight as well to see his iron hard penis pulsing out its load in sticky squirts all over her lovely golden face and down over her firm young tits. He lewdly pictured it dribbling down over her chin to the hollow of her throat and forming warm sticky pools between those lush soft breasts.
He gazed down at her proud ruby lips. How lovely there were! How ecstatically they had received his middle-aged cock and nibbled at his balls! He had shot his entire hot load down that soft palpitating throat and watched her Adam's apple bob up and down as she gulped it all. Maybe later they would do that again. God, he was sure that they would! Because Pamela had obviously enjoyed it so, that she would want to suck him off again and again from now on.
He moved one hand over her nicely rounded, snow-white belly, just above her fuzzy golden blonde pubic hair. Exquisite. She shivered in her doze and he passed his hands up to the over-large globular magnificence of the huge mounds of her tits. It was wonderful to be able to touch and fondle a gorgeous body like this to his heart's content, without any limitation whatever. What man ever had a chance like this? He tweaked the nipples of her magnificent breasts between his fingers until they began hardening firmly.
Pamela shifted slightly under him, moaning softly, her eyes still closed, the long black lashes resting adorably on her rosy soft cheek. "Daddy darling," she whispered softly, as if she were dreaming, "I've been waiting, oooh, so long. My darling daddy, please come to me...."
Even though she was half asleep, she sensed his presence above her and the proud scimitar shape of his enormous cock, swinging in the air. She felt as if a great weight had been lifted from out of her loins and that hereafter everything was going to be just wonderful. Her daddy was so gentle and he would take her as she had dreamed for so long that he would. She could feel her blood stirring passionately throughout her hot young flesh. Flesh that he would possess, very soon....
Bob smiled pleasantly great warmth and love coursing through his veins. He stroked his giant throbbing cock slowly, reached down and ran his-free hand over the awakening trembly mounds of her huge tits, then down over her soft rounded belly to the soft fleshy folds of pussy somewhat below.
"Ooooohhhh, Daddddeee," she squealed suddenly, her eyes opening as he jabbed his fingers through the moist pink folds of her open cunt. "Be gentle, Daddy. Don't hurt me," she murmured, stroking his hair.
He smiled and continued to stuff one, two, then three fingers into her gradually juicening love-vault. Pamela jerked and squealed helplessly as his fingers gripped her tender young clitoris and gave it a fierce little pull. All of her body seemed to be electrified from the caresses of his magic hands, hands that were fondling and stroking her flesh into a hot, flaming river of desire. Goose pimples spread out like an army over the creamy whiteness of her sensitive gorgeous young flesh.
Oooooh, she wanted him. Her entire pussy seemed to be squirming full of snakes. How she adored the wonderful feel of his hot hands on her shivering young flesh! She just wanted him to make up for all the years they'd wasted, all the times she could have been sucking on that wonderful cock of his and drawing out all of his milky semen and swallowing it down. Now she wanted him to fuck her! She wanted him to stuff that big thing inside of her and quiet the thunder that was building up deep, deep inside from his maddening fingertips playing over her defenseless nakedness.
She knew that he understood her hot young flesh better than anybody, and how much she needed satisfaction ... and him. Her thoughts flickered in a hypersexed haze. He was here with her now, and maybe someday she would even marry her very own daddy. She loved him desperately and wanted to feel his great big tool inside of her hot young vagina.
She ran her tongue over her moistened red lips, savoring the sticky pungent taste still remaining from his sperm spilling whitely all over her mouth and lips. The scent wafted through her excited nostrils, and she breathed it deep inside of her. It did strange things to her, that wonderful odor and taste. It was so much like a sweet, soothing balm, lighting small fires in her prickling nipples and causing a pulsating of sheer urgency in the nerve endings within her hot, tight young vagina. She could feel the dew flowing there between her open legs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her cunt began a slow, spasmodic contraction, grinding wetly mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
"Oooohhhh, Daddy," she breathed, flooded with sex, "take me now, rub me, yessss, oh, Daddy darling, yesssss just like that...." She moaned and breathed explosively as he played with her, helplessly trapped in the sharp feeling of sensuality that was pervading her entire tremulous young being.
Bob smiled, his greedy paternal eyes feasting vampirishly on her lewdly squirming young flesh.
Now he shifted around on the bed, crouching on all fours over her squirming young body, pushing her unresisting creamy thighs wide apart. Then he crawled up between them, his knees pressing between her calves as his face panted scarcely a few inches above the attractive blonde vee of her open crotch. His mouth watered as his eyes devoured her beauty. Her cunt lips seemed to be rotating sensuously, expectantly, just beneath his mouth. Saliva dripped from his open lips, mingling with her sexy juices in the delicious narrow split that started at the bottom of her smooth young belly and trailed down through the creamy rounded spheres other buttocks.
She could see her father crouching between her open legs through her half slit eyes, his great sex organ held like a weapon in his hands, some soft oozy cream very clear and transparent on its fiery tip. And she could see the hairy balls below, the factory for his sperm. She could feel his flat palms, sweaty and strong, pushing against the softness of her legs, holding them widely apart. Her secret treasure was open to his cock for him to use it as he wanted.
Suddenly his face darted down and she felt a hot swiping lick along her pleasure slit. Pamela groaned huskily from deep in her belly as his lips sucked briefly, dragging the soft warm folds of her pink sex deeply into the white hot cavern of his mouth. His tongue flicked briefly at the tight brown throbbing hole of her anus, further along the cleft. Her hips ground uncontrollably into the squeaking bed, soft mewling animal sounds escaping from between her passion-clenched teeth.
Now, Daddy! Fuck me! a voice screamed inside of her. A low guttural groan escaped escaped her and her soft warm thighs closed convulsively around both sides of his moving head. Her heels pushed desperately into his back. Only fuck me! the voice screamed in her head. You did that already! Fuck me, Papa!
Pamela's magnificent tanned body was lost in the agony and ecstasy of the moment. Every muscle in her strained forward. Daddy seemed to be a God. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that anything in the world could feel like this. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her might at the tangled curls on his head.
Only now Daddy was finished teasing. All he had really wanted to do was get her cunt in a juicy enough mood to receive him. As a virgin, he expected her to be snug, and maybe even chokingly tight. Now he grabbed her thrashing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back, bent against her shoulders, slithering up her perspiring body at the same time. His rigid stiff hardness brushed against her wet, dripping blonde pubic hair. He planted his hands firmly on either side of her shoulders and her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their flesh and see her upturned cunt completely exposed to his ramrod-hard cock. Her expanded, ovalular slit was visibly pulsating its open fishmouth lips in ardent invitation to his blood-bloated organ, like a native on a primitive isle praying to its God. He delved his fingers into her momentarily and she whined and whimpered with joy as he held the moist, warmish furrow wide open by the pressure of his thighs pressed tightly against hers.
Pamela could see him vaguely in her half-sleeping, half-waking state through passion dimmed eyes. She could feel the enormity of his fleshy paternal penis lying teasingly the full length of her agonized, quivering slit. The head of his cock throbbed and jerked irregularly as it wormed up and down, up and down maddeningly between her widespread clefts, making her twist her hips down toward it, her starving vagina searching desperately for its rubbery, blood-filled tip.
She was dying for it! Why didn't he put it in her before she screamed out loud! Her belly was boiling with desire!
She stretched her hands down under the grinding cheeks of her tender youthful blonde ass and grasped the full length of her father's stone-hard organ. Her hand stroked it softly and with reverence and devoition. She had sucked on it, so she knew" how wonderful it was. She could feel its spasmodic throbbing against her soft palm and the sticky fluid that was oozing in driplets from the blood-engorged head.
Now she guided it carefully up the valley of her buttocks, rubbing it all along her quivering flesh until it poised with electric anticipation for both of them between the mucus wetted flanges of her cunt.
Father and daughter! both of them thought-She still held his cock with one hand while stroking the other on his buttocks. There was something wonderfully obscene about the illicit situation that escaped neither of them. Father and daughter. Forty-five years of age and twelve. Their nostrils flared as they considered it in the depths of their loins.
Bob panted as he gazed down at her amazing breasts and beautiful face and hair. He could guess at the terrible gnawing heat that must be eating at her lovely young belly. He too wanted nothing less than to plow her hard and good and leave his white hot sperm deep in her sweet, virginal young womb.
And then, poised there above her in silent adoration, he was unable to control himself any further ... a lewd thrill ran through him and jerked his hips forward.
Pamela could feel the lips of her throbbing cunt being pushed open. The elastic -rimmed tightness resisted momentarily, then gave way before the sheer force of his massive penis. There was some pain and she automatically resisted for a moment, giving off a long, low groan from deep in her chest.
Bob smiled. She was going to have to take a lot more than that, he thought. He shoved again, and there was a deeper groan. But suddenly he could stand it no further, and he rammed forward with everything he had, ripping clean through her paper-thin hymen and traveling upward to the neck of her uterus. His lust-inflated tool penetrated all the way to the hilt and Pamela screamed with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. His balls slapped lewdly against her tightly puckered anus and her legs jerked out at a wide obtuse angle, so that he was screwing almost on a perpendicular line with her legs almost completely horizontal and her pussy ripped wide open in an elongated oval.
"Daddy!" she cried. "Daddy! Oh, it hurts, it hurts!" Her voice became a sob and her legs thrashed wildly on both sides of the bed. But he jerked forward again, she groaned, and another inch went slipping down through her tightly clasping wet vaginal walls, the huge head of her father's penis burrowing into her like a hungry worm.
Bob's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his widespread knees holding her thighs split widely apart. At last, he thought, his mind spinning with ecstasy, at last!
But Pamela now felt as if she was being ripped down the center and that she would be torn in half from this gigantic instrument which was seeking to burrow its way all the way up into her throat and out her mouth. His fiery stabbing rod was dynamite to her emotions as the blood-bloated cockhead finally bumped mind-jarringly against her cervix, and her golden head buffeted backward harshly against the headboard of the bed they were screwing on.
Bob watched her from above with a lascivious grin on his lewd, leering face. Pamela's lovely face was now contorted with the pain of housing his huge cock within her virginal chamber. Her lips curled back from her teeth as she tossed her blonde hair all around and twisted wildly under him, sobbing with agony and joy. Incoherent whimpers cascaded from her strained lips. Her arms stretched outward, palms against his pummeling hips, trying desperately to hold back the hard blunt cockhead bumping at her womb like a club.
Even the coke bottle had never been in this terribly deep, she thought. Meanwhile Bob looked down and could see his black pubic hair tangled tightly with her fleecy blonde muff, the base of his fleshy thick rod buried deeply within the throbbing pink furrow that his tongue had licked into boiling hot moistness a moment ago. He could see the tight lips of her young pussy stretching almost to bursting, the elastic outer pink clasping snugly around the base of his penis.
Thus he paused for a moment, jiggling his cock around inside of her, savoring the obscenity of their spectacle, his immense rod buried deeply within her tender, creamy young belly. And now he was going to give her a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived.
Pamela squirmed helplessly under his one hundred and ninety pounds. The hot searing pain of his entry into her vaginal passage seemed to be tearing her apart. She flexed her crotch muscles as she tried to stave off his fearful plunge, but the throb of her internal sinews only seemed to excite his penis all the more and it plowed deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting channel. The walls of her undulating vagina clasped it like a moving glove. She could feel every blood-filled ridge as her nerve endings transmitted its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled brain.
God, it felt as if it were alive inside her! The hard rubber glans pressed against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his testicles buffeting in the cleft of her ass seemed a tingling part of her. She was in love with her father's cock, and spite of the pain her tongue began a happy licking at the wetness of her lips. It still tasted of his cum, and her nostrils flared wildly. Her cunt contracted involuntarily as further lewd thoughts raced like wildfire through her hypersexed twelve-year-old brain.
Bob felt the nice throbbing pressure exerted against his buried cock. She was becoming used to the thick pole of muscle rammed so deeply in her belly. He flexed his organ gently, expanding it inside her, yet still not moving the rest of his body.
Pamela whimpered, mewlingly through tightly clenched teeth, thrashing along a fine border between joy and agony. Bob withheld for a moment, then flexed his cock again, enjoying the sight of her pleasure-contorted face. Her mouth hung limply open, her eyes shut tightly.
"Dadaaaaaadddeeeeee!" she breathed huskily as the buried penis expanded further, stretching her narrow virginal vagina walls apart. He flexed again, his knob moving in another inch. Now he set a slow, teasing rhythm to his pulsations. Pamela's nostrils flared in time to his beat. Soft whining sounds of pure joy echoed from her mouth in time to his gentle fucking.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," she sobbed heavily, "darling ... darling Daddddddeeeeee!"
Her vaginal walls throbbed ardently around the knob of his cock. Her wet, clasping cuntal flesh began a soft opening and closing around his contained organ.
He didn't really move, yet continued his slow, rhythmic throbs into his beautiful blonde daughter. Bob could scarcely contain himself. The joy in his ecstatic penis was excruciating. Her grunts of pleasure resounded through the small bedroom with each little twitch of his massive rod. Her head lolled from side to side out of control on the pillow, as her hips made a slow, purposeful roll on his impaling rod. He clenched his teeth tightly and thought his eyeballs would burst as he felt her hungry, nibbling cunt climbing all over his throbbing cock.
Pamela was relaxing slightly now. The pain had receded and was giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep in her Daddy-hungry womb and raced relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her beautiful body. It rippled through her pussy and out the fleece-lined lips, dancing like fire across her creamy white thighs, up the full length of her open legs and circled around inside her feet, where her lovely young toes curled in convulsive ecstasy and lust. The feeling worked its way up through her churning stomach, through her rib cage and out the tips of her panting pink nipples, which had now peaked into small hard buds, sensitive even to the movement of the air in the bedroom. Slender streams of perspiration rolled down the sides of the full, throbbing mounds of her youthful pubescent breasts, wetting the mattress under her.
Pamela gyrated her pelvis from side to side around her daddy's gigantic fleshy organ, her cunt dilating in time with its rhythmic sliding in and out, in and out ... It felt as if there was actually a palpitating heart within the rubbery thick glans head, and she loved it. She was now one with her wonderful daddy, whom she had dreamed about for so long. Her darling daddy had become a part of her own body, merged magically together by their love, one fleshy mass of pure sensation. He was fucking her! Daddy was fucking her!
Bob could scarcely contain his ecstasy as he felt Pamela's pelvis churning up along th length of his rock-hard too. The muscles in her vagina undulated hungrily around the inflated flaming cockhead. The dilated lips of her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moist and warm down his penis for several inches ... then nibbling slowly back up, buffeting her soft blonde muff against his coarse black pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm white belly. He rested above her, his hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tightly into the mattress. He let her willing twelve-year-old body pump up and down all along the length of his rod. She seemed to be taking more initiative now.
Down below, he could see the slow withdrawal of his rod between them, pulling thin soft ridges of her pinkened cuntal lips out with it as she screwed her pelvis back down into the bed. On the in-thrust, he pushed the soft wet folds back into her and the moist shiny length of his penis was swallowed whole back into the salacious opening. She strained against him and moaned with ecstasy, and he watched her. His little blonde daughter, now totally abandoned to her need for his majestic rod, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her young rosy lips. Then her motions became faster, the tempo of her thrusts up his pole much more urgent, and she began panting as if she were running a race.
Pamela's teeth bit hard down into her lower lip and he could see that she was straining to cum ... the milking juices of her vagina had become a torrent, and there was a wet sucking sound as his cock sawed in and out. Suddenly she pumped her hips, jerking her cunt upward along the entire length of his Cock right to the end, and grinding their pubuses together. Her back arched a foot off the bed, her feet planted on both sides of his knees tightly to the mattress. Then she began bucking wildly, just as if she were riding a horse, her long blonde hair flying all around.
And then a fiercely debauched groan echoed from her sweet young throat, and her body began vibrating uncontrollably. Wet white cum oozed from her throbbing channel, drowning his thick impaling organ with its lubricative warmth and trickling down the cleft of her creamy globular buttocks over his testicles, which were now pressed snugly against her tiny brown puckered anus.
Bob felt as if he would go berserk as she groaned through her shattering, fantastic climax. Her body continued to jerk spasmodically and her juices swamped and matted his pubic hair. He reached back, grabbed her ankles and pushed them savagely back over her shoulders, curling her in a ball and turning her cunt slightly upward. He could see his cock sliding into her, painted by the brush of her soft fleecy pubus. Her knees were pushed back tightly over her shoulders against the mattress on both sides of her head, her widespread slit totally open and defenseless.
He took out the deeply embedded cock until just the tip of its head rested inside of her, then he rammed forward again with everything he had. drawing a bitter cry of anguish from her tortured, ecstatic young face. The full throbbing length of his prick sank cruelly into her exposed cunt. There was a wet smack as their bellies slapped sweatily together. He mashed her huge firm tits tightly under his dark hairy chest and felt her nipples trying to screw holes in him. He locked his saliva drenched mouth on hers, thrusting his dripping wet tongue deeply into her throat, stifling the low, animal grunts that were forming there. His shoulders, shoving against her calves, kept her locked in that slavish position as he threw it to her. Reaching under them, he pushed his hands under her quivering, full white asscheeks, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the white rounded spheres apart.
Now his strokes were longer and harder in the streaming hot channel that was so wet and slippery from her mind-bending climax. He took the head right to the top of her wet, clammy hot opening, then plunged forward hard until his balls were screwed snugly into the wide split crevice of her buttocks.
Pamela groaned in helpless, enslaved happiness as her exposed vagina was plundered over and over almost beyond girlish endurance. He was pushing her blonde head hard back against the headboard of the bed with each jackhammer thrust. Her arms were imprisoned at her sides by her own updrawn legs. His enormous cockhead slid up and down inside her clammy hot hole, but not it was no longer painful. On the downstroke his hairy soft balls slapped forward against her anus, and a small tingle was starting up there as well. Suddenly she had an obscene urge to know what it would feel like if his finger wormed up in there....
"Unk!"
Cooling rushes of air flashed between her thighs as he withdrew. Her womb flared and her hair-lined furrow seemed to flower open as his genitals pummeled hers. Her hands snaked out from under her legs and wrapped tightly around his back. Her fingernails clawed red streaks up his flexing buttocks as he fucked her. She pulled him in deep and thrust her fleecy belly up hard to skewer her cunt deliciously on his driving hot rod. She sucked voraciously on his thick wet tongue as it shoved deeply into her tender young throat. She swallowed his saliva and he swallowed hers. Her lush young body matched his pounding with her own rhythmic squirmings.
The bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies as they struggled against each other. Their deep, straining grunts and groans echoed through the house, mixing with the pungent odor of sex. The wet viscous slurp of his pile-driving penis slipping in and out of her mucus-lined vagina smacked against the walls.
"Oooooh," he sighed, straining. "You hot little cunt, you. My own daughter ... Christ why didn't I realize ... it ... oooooohhh...." he moaned over and over as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled cudgel deeply into her screaming little belly with long, cruel plunges. He could feel his hot white sperm building up inside his overheated balls as they slapped mightily against her upturned buttock cheeks. His cock was almost ready to explode. He shoved his tongue wildly down her hot young throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her buttocks apart as he rammed his urgent penis all the way to the hilt into her soft, unresisting channel.
It felt to Pamela as if she were partly in heaven partly in hell. The worst of the pain had subsided, but there was still some left. Then suddenly the head of his large, tormenting instrument suddenly flared and seemed to explode. Daddy was cumming! His cock began to spurt hot streams of liquid inside her as his entire body seemed to shudder involuntarily. She could feel the delicious white cum shooting inside her tormented cuntal tunnel like burning fire, ricocheting around inside her dilated tummy like waves of molten lava. Her vagina clasped it to death, and a flood of her own orgasmic juice broke passionately through her pussy walls.
It was BEAUTIFUL ... the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to her!
"Oh, Daddy," she sobbed. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop!"
Reaching frantically around under her squirming young ass with both hands, she began desperately milking the testicles buried so titillatingly in the split of her behind. Her legs thrashed like a grasshopper's, quivering uselessly on each side of the bed. Meanwhile his enormous organ continued to sputter to completion. White hot spurts filled her womb and foamed out of the fleshy lips of her cunt around the base of his cock, soaking their soft, matted pubic hair.
"Daddy, I LOVE YOU! Fill me with it, Daddy! Shoot that hot sauce into me! PLEEEEEEZE!" she groaned incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her mouth, then began sucking on his tongue furiously. The steaming hot walls of her vagina jerked and sucked hungrily, until finally there was one last spasmodic jerk, and she realized she had sucked the final drop of her daddy's cum.
Bob collapsed sighing across her gorgeous, high-titted body, feeling her insides gush forward around his deflating prick. She seemed to have an endless amount of cum, until suddenly she cried out, gave a savage twist, and then just as abruptly lapsed into a perspiration-drenched stillness, her legs sticking lifelessly on both sides of their bodies, her arms outstretched as well. Pamela felt as if she was filled to bursting with Daddy's heavenly cum.
Bob lay there panting for some moments, then slowly pulled himself up, his cock sliding out of her as she whimpered after it. He could see the wet matted hair of her well fucked split glistening wetly. The insides of her young thighs were smeared lewdly with sticky white cum. It dripped in small streams down the cleft of her ass, forming a dark wet circle on the mattress that mingled with her virginal blood.
Pamela seemed to have dozed off again in utter happiness and exhaustion. Bob smiled, satisfied, to himself and ran his middle finger up her glistening cuntlips. He rubbed his finger around in her vagina, then drew it out again and wiped it over her love young lips. The thought of his full load sloshing around in his daughter's beautiful belly was already beginning to give him a hardon again.
Next time he would really throw it into her ... and give that nice little puckered asshole a test as well. He laughed happily to himself and fell back on the bed next to her, pulling the sheets up over them.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Apparently Rex had been lying there watching them for some time. Even as Adele and Martin looked at it, the dog crept up to a sitting position-now they could see that its canine sexual tool was extending redly out of its furry sheath.
"Gosh," Martin breathed, "Rex ... Rex has a hardon...."
Adele stroked her handsome son's face and then put her mouth against his, slipping her tongue deeply in through his trembling lips. Her cunt was squirming uncontrollably. She had saved her son's life and now his temperature was normal, but what about her temperature?
Her tongue lapped at the top, bottom, and sides of his heavenly young mouth. The incestuous mother felt as if her hairy cunt was burning up. She reached down below and felt for her young son's hypersensitive prick. Yes, he had come up again!
"Martin," she moaned achingly through their long, drawn-out kiss, "I saved your life."
He gulped and his cock jerked out yet one more inch in length and circumference. "Yes, Mom. You saved my life." And then he realized how much he really loved his beautiful huge-titted mother. His balls were throbbing with love for her as they produced his fifteen-year-old sperm. He looked at her enormous breasts. They had totally dominated all of his secret, horny thinking for so long. And now they were his! To fondle and play with as he liked!
He reached for her tits and squeezed and palmed them. Adele lifted herself upward, positioning herself over his springy young cock. She told herself that she had to have something-anything-inside her or she would go mad. She had saved his life, and now he would save hers. That was fair enough. She had swallowed all of his cum and loved it. He owed her something. It was up to him to save her from mental, illness, which could conceivably be far more debilitating than a mere case of the shivers.
She looked down at herself. Her dark black pubic hair pointed downward over his loins, shaped into a moist, dripping beard by the constant wash of her vaginal juices. Her mind spun crazily as she considered his urgent tall manhood which was waving in the air under her cunt. Suddenly she lifted herself up slightly so that her huge, baggy tits could be dropped fully into his hungry face. Martin groaned and opened his mouth, his youthful cock jerking out another inch. He caught his mother's immense nipple in his mouth and sucked in the large brown, wrinkly sensitive tissue hungrily, as though he was a suckling infant.
Adele was in agony. She saw his waving cock under her thighs, and now he was sucking so hungrily on her tits and squeezing them with his hands. She looked down at him. There was something stuck in her throat. Her brain was a raging forest fire out of control and tied on a direct explosive line to her boiling cunt. I must stop this, she thought desperately, her brain swimming. I must do something.
Suddenly she jumped. His gentle lips had nonetheless caught one of her nipples tightly and his tongue was batting it back and forth in his mouth while his teeth nibbled. A fierce electric fire raced through Adele's loins. This was her beautiful, handsome young son. And she had saved his life. No one could fault her now if she allowed him to save hers.
Suddenly she lurched downward out of control. She screamed. It was as if her loins had decided to hell with her brain, and were going to do their own thinking from now on. Before she could stop herself, the rubbery head of his tender young penis was passing through the sex-slick hairs of her pussy. At forty years of age and after bearing two children, Adele's cunt was big enough for the most sizable rod. She took Martin's at a single swallow, his entire iron-hard organ traveling quickly through her vaginal passage and right up to the top with a mind-jarring bump.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ," she squealed, "Maaaaaartin!"
She wiggled around on his rod, her vagina tasting it, and it was delicious. Her viscous, undulating passage walls stroked every little ridge and bump on his wonderfully shaped cock. She had never in her life ever felt anything so wonderful inside of her. It was like being impaled on a telephone pole, with all its roughness. Her husband had a huge prick, but it was nothing at all like this one. In a way she thought she sensed a slight enlarging of Martin's penis from tip on downward, so that each fresh inch he stuffed into her was a new thrill.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," she crooned, "Martin, daaaaaarling."
Martin, breathing fast, sucked first on one titty and then on the other. This was the dream of every young boy come true. He had gotten a few free feels at the movies, mostly over the tops of girls' sweaters, but this was his mother, and besides, she had the enormous globbies of which teenage dreams were made of. What young boy didn't masturbate over the thought of having two such huge beauties in his hands and mouth, and enormous brown nipples to bat around as he willed!
And then there was the illicit aspect-the fact that this was all the more exciting because he was doing it with his own mother, around whom so many taboos were built. Motherfucker was the common derogatory term one heard everywhere. Fucking one's mother was supposed to be the absolutely lowest thing that any person could do, especially any young boy like him.
Martin thought he was going to swoon from the ecstatic taste of her tits in his mouth. He went first from one and then to the other. His eyes occasionally glanced toward her wet hairy muff as it descended and raised along his glistening youthful cock. He was up inside of her now. All his boyhood dreams of completion were in motion. She had dark black pubic hair under her cunt, very curly, and as it moved along his rod he felt as if it were being painted by a greased brush. The total effect was wildly enervating and exciting. Everything that he was or ever hoped to be seemed to exist at that single connection of his blood-bloated cock within the hot wet channel of her prick-hungry vagina that was voraciously sucking his organ with wet panting lips.
"Mama!" he groaned. "Mama!"
"Do you like that, sweetie boy?" Adele crooned, half out of her mind with lust now, and forgetful of everything but this handsome young cock which was drilling in and out of her belly while she rode him as if he were a horse. He grabbed at her tits and sucked on them and she felt as if she were singing all over. "I'm going to make you love your ... oooooohhhhhh, Maaaaaartin-" Her voice became an unearthly singsong lilt as she rode him, her face blushing with lust, her huge breasts shaking as they were pulled this way and that, her long black hair flying off in all directions. She looked down and moved her fingers into their cock-cunt connection. She could feel his sex-slick rod moving in and out of her steaming hot hole. Suddenly she began panting out of breath and riding him all the harder. She could feel her orgasm come hurtling toward her. She turned down her toes ecstatically and fell on top of him, riding him like a jockey doing the Kentucky Derby in record time. If she had had a whip, she would have whipped him. Her ass and hips were pumping wildly, her long black hair flying everywhere. "Ma-ma-ma-"
And then it came. But it was the wrong one. Adele's eyes widened. Her eyebrows lifted almost to the level of her hairline. She could see Martin's groaning body under her, his mouth opening and shutting with fierce croaks of primitive ecstasy. His pelvis began jerking uncontrollably, his hands slipping down to hold her flanks as she rode him, and then she could feel the hot wet jets of his milky hot cum come shooting up into her belly in giant sticky wads.
"Oooooohhhhhh, Martin," she crooned at this ultimate compliment. That her son wanted to fuck her was one thing, bu that he could actually rejoice in trying to give her a baby was something else altogether. No woman could possibly be more flattered than she was from this ultimate tribute. She worked her cunt furiously over his exploding cock, catching as much of it as she could and feeling the excess cum balloon outside through her squirming hot pussy lips and down her fleshy white thighs.
Martin's groans seemed to go on and on. She counted a series of at least seven shudders as his pelvis writhed and pumped out the last remaining morself os his fifteen-year-old cum, and then he laid back, bathed in sweat and still gripping her breasts.
My God, she thought as realization came to her, I've missed again. That bastard!
She had been concentrating so much on Martin's orgasm that she had totally forgotten her own. And now it was too late-again. She sobbed with anguished shame, humiliation and frustration as his rapidly deflated penis became just a soft fat worm that her enlarged cunt could no longer grasp. It slipped from out of her vagina, dragging a trail of white cum after it.
She intook her breath sharply and cursed in her mind. Her cunt was boiling alive like a witch's cauldron full of snakes.
And then she noticed the spectacle on the floor beside them.
The dog Rex was licking at its own bright red, glistening penis!
CHAPTER NINE
Afterward Adele wasn't quite sure what had come over her. Indeed her conscious mind sought to forget the entire incident.
But watching Rex there on the floor, squatting on his forepaws and flanks and licking at his own doggy penis, was just too much for the by-this-time lust-crazed matron. She rolled off the bed abruptly and fell with a thump to her back on the carpet, rubbing the juicy folds of her climax-starved cunt furiously, her long black hair trailing out behind her, her huge pendant breasts ballooning outward down her chest to the top of her white rounded belly.
She began groaning and moaning every manner of obscene imprecation to the gods of lasciviousness as her fingers rubbed and delved and sluiced into the hot wet folds of her forty-year-old pussy. Martin, his eyes still half drugged with sexual exhaustion, gazed down on his voluptuous mother unbelievingly. He couldn't believe that she was actually stuffing four fingers within her steaming hot cunt, and howling and moaning with lust. His own mother!
And then there was Rex. Martin's youthful eyes traveled, wide-eyed, to the panting German shepherd, his tongue hanging sloppy with saliva as he watched his mistress furiously masturbating and moaning with ecstasy.
Suddenly Rex pulled himself up. He went over on all fours and pointed his moist, cold nose down into his mistress' hot and swampy pussy.
"Oh," she wailed, trying to bat him away, as the dog was interfering with her masturbation dreams. "Get away, you bad dog!"
But there was something in the exotic scent of Adele Davis' pussy that drew him like a magnet. The dog's tongue lolled out and he continued to bury his nose in Adele's hairy black portals, sniffing, his tongue lolling out and stroking wetly along the insides of her thighs.
"Rex! No!" she wailed in urgent desperation. "Bad dog!"
But it was too late. The pungent scent of unrelieved sexual desire wafted through Rex's sensitive nostrils. Of course the dog adored his masters, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to lick any of them. Rex was forever licking hands and faces. And now there was this exquisite taste and odor between his mistress Adele's legs. The dog's tongue slopped forward, long and thick and raspy, and lapped thirstily at his mistress' wide-open cunt.
"OH! OH! OH!" Something seemed to snap out of control in Adele's lust-ridden brain. The feel of that warm length of tongue meat along the entire line of her open split sent Adele's brain reeling. The dog's saliva dripped from his open mouth, mingling with her sex juices in the delicious folds of her slot that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down through the creamy spheres of her buttocks pressed tightly against the mattress.
Now Adele felt as if she were in a sort of delirium. She could see the shadowy furry form of the dog through her dully lidded eyes, but somehow she couldn't accept what she saw. Instead her mind conjured up visions of Martin,, so that it was now her fifteen-year-old son crouching between her legs, his longish heavy tongue lapping her cunt like a dog lapping milk. She could feel the dog's forepaws pressing pack on the underside of her thighs so that her knees mashed into her huge tits tits and became buried in them. The entire line of her slit was open to the dog's lapping tongue now-the long dark line from her anus to her hair-fringed cunt. And his tongue took advantage of her spherical contortion, by licking and lapping without a stop. Adele could not remember having felt anything like it in her entire life. It was as if someone had stuck a live two-hundred-and-twenty volt wire into her cunt, electrifying it from one end to the other. She was alive down there, and only down there, for the rest of her exquisite voluptuous body had ceased to exist.
"Lick me, Martin!" she wailed. "Lick me!"
The dog obeyed, lapping wildly at the soft moist pussy of his mistress. The dog's wet nose almost disappeared from view within the soft black pubic hair as his tongue attacked without pause his mistress' juicy aperture, flicking and lapping lizard-like at the quivering hair-lined opening.
Now Adele's hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing, blue-veined breasts with their high, hard nipples, her beautiful face totally contorted with lust. Her hands moved onto her nicely rounded white belly, coming to rest just at the top of her pubic hair, in the center of which Rex was lapping furiously.
Without thinking, her fingers began stroking softly on the dog's furry muzzle. It didn't seem to register that she was being licked by a dog and not by her son. Although her fingers felt Rex, her brain reported the smooth, hairless face of her handsome son. In her delirium, she considered how much she loved him and how absolutely wonderful without exception his longish tongue felt in her too-thrilled orifice. Her fingers then stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs-and then, slowly, they spread more widely the fleshy, hairy wet lips of her sex furrow, allowing Rex' hungrily devouring tongue a greater access to the secret depths of her churning being.
Her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the carpet as the dog's tongue shot out searingly, its soft flicking tip encircling maddeningly the quivering erect clitoris. As if by magnetic attraction, the soft wet folds of her cunt were drawn deeply into the hot blast furnace of the dog's mouth, and while Rex continued to lick at her hypersensitive slit, his teeth also chewed softly on the damp rag of her folds, so that every touch on her sensitive exposed flesh war a terrible shock of pure delight.
Rex's tongue continued without stop its maddening licking of the straining pink bud of her pleasure button, while Adele groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of her steaming, oozing pussy, licking at the hair as well as at her cuntal lips. The dog's hot lapping tongue began at her lower belly, then moved inexorably down over the elastic -rimmed opening of her hot, clasping vagina and finally into the crevice of her buttocks where it paused momentarily to do a wet, probing homage to the tight brown puckered anus.
To Adele, this homage was like an electric cattle prod being stuck up her tightly constricted asshole. Her hips ground uncontrollably, and her voice was one long, drawn-out, high-pitched whine. Although occasionally soft, mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from between her passion gnashed teeth.
Rex lapped her cunt hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brush against his furry cheeks. The dog could feel her hands stroking his muzzle and winding through his soft hair. He ran his tongue into the soft -rimmed flesh, flicking at it and alternately withdrawing to tease again the ragged pink edges. Occasionally the dog's nose bumped against her open cunt, and then Adele would go wild, thrashing and moaning all around his earnestly lapping face.
Rex's tongue was now so deeply down into her vagina, it was amazing. A low guttural growl rose from Adele's agonized throat. Her groans escalated as the dog worked his tongue increasingly faster in her exposed and trembling crotch. Her soft warm thighs enclosed the dogs furry head and ears, clasping and unclasping convulsively as Rex lapped at her roaring cunt. The hot wet flesh slipped moistly around Rex's long extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed with an undulating motion, attempting to pull the dog's tongue deeper into it. The friction of the pimples on Rex's tongue rubbing on Adele's raw and exposed cuntal folds was maddening. Each second she cried that she couldn't stand it for another single instant. Martin's mother had degenerated into a whimpering, pleading dummy who lived only for sex and the harsh rasp of their dog's tongue squirting through the folds of her boiling pussy. Her nibbling hair-lined vulva attempted to pull the dog's tongue out by the roots, but had to fall back slavering and whimpering for joy. If it had been able to, her cunt would have swallowed Rex's tongue alive.
Her heels pressed down into the dog's shaggy flanks as cry upon cry of joyous surrender broke ecstatically from her hopelessly depraved lips. Now Rex's nose as well as his tongue was worrying her cunt furiously. The dog's nose smashed electrically against the tiny, bobbing hard clitoris, as it breathed in the pungent odor of Adele's love juice. By now the dog's penis had expanded full and red again from its furry sheath and at any moment Rex was going to attempt to mount her.
"OH! OH! OH!" She cried. "MARTIN ... WONDERFUL, OH JESSUSSSSSS! MARTIN I'M CUMMING DARLING! CUMMMMMMING!" And then she gripped the dog's ears and drew his snout and tongue mashingly deep into her burning crotch. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting animal's head that was licking so gluttonously at her flame seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out, straining savagely for release, as she pulled with all her strength at Rex's collar and furry ears.
"Aaarrgggggghhhhhh OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider to give the dog greater access.
And then it came. For a moment the wild-eyed matron thought she was going blind, or perhaps she was even dying. Wave upon wave of the most savage, primitive pleasure she had ever known, inundated every last lust-crazed inch of her voluptuous being. Tits flying, long black hair all over the place, every nerve end in her body being sizzled over an open fire as all this purest pleasure washed through her like a tidal wave of flame. Her toes curled down and her face contorted through sheer anguish and the beautiful torture of the most wonderful orgasm she had ever known ... with two more following close on its heels as Rex continued lapping her.
A flood of her love-gush washed down into the dog's earnest lapping face and it swallowed and licked at everything, licking her cum off his snout as well as off her pussy hair and trembling, cord-stretched upper thighs. Throughout her final torment she pressed hard on the dog's head and tried to squirm out of the way, because the pleasure was such sheer ecstatic anguish that she couldn't bear it. But Rex followed the hot folds of her cunt right around and didn't allow her to fight him off. She was not allowed to rest until all of her love-gush had been washed down without stop over that shaggy, hairy snout.
And then the German Shepherd backed off, panting wildly. His mistress lay on the carpet in front of him. His long red prick had come out its animal hairy sheath.
Adele was by now a whimpering, gibbering child, completely shattered by her fantastic, mind-bending orgasm. She could scarcely notice anything. So that when Rex began to nose at her in order to get her over onto her belly, she began sobbing, chattering and whining all rolled up together.
After a variety of nudges she was lying cheek down and flat on her stomach, still panting, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her eyes almost crossed in the wake of the most powerful climax she had ever known in her life. The dog stood up on his haunches just like a man and staggered awkwardly over to her, his longish tongue hanging out almost to his chest and dripping saliva all over her creamy smooth legs.
But no matter how hard Rex tried, he just couldn't seem to worm his lengthy red doggy penis in between the cheeks of Adele's ass. Finally the dog gave up and went to all fours again, trying to nudge his mistress up onto her knees and elbows so that he could fuck her on her back standing up.
And this might have been accomplished-except that suddenly the door of the bedroom opened, and Adele had the vague knowledge that someone was standing in it, watching them.
CHAPTER TEN
"Gosh," Squiffer breathed, "you weren't kidding."
"I told you so," Martin answered.
He stood in the doorway with his two young friends, Melvin and Squiffer. Both of them were good ballplayers, but Squiffer excelled at third base, having an unerring arm that was a straight line throw to first. Melvin, not quite so fast, usually played left field. And like most fifteen-year-olds, both were preoccupied with sex and ready to forget baseball in a hurry if there was ever a chance of getting any of it.
Martin had called them on an impulse. Partly he had been concerned about his mother and couldn't believe it when it appeared that she was losing her mind. When their dog Rex had lowered his head and begun delivering long, swiping licks with that enormous tongue to his mother's raggy wet gash, and then lapping her mercilessly, it had totally blown his mind to see her respond like a whimpering, mewling animal. He would have expected that kind of performance from a bitch in heat-another dog-or perhaps from one of those girls around Evanston Township High School who had big tits and reputations for letting almost everybody "cop a feel," but certainly not of his own mother. His very own mother ... who wore plain, flowery aprons and knew how to cook a southern fried chicken that was out of this world. He really couldn't believe the change that had come over her. She was, after all, rather ancient. Forty years was pretty old. Or was it possible that he just hadn't known his mother as well as he thought he had? He had seen her through the years as wise and all-knowing, and very religious and conservative. It was she who surmounted their dad's protests and forced them all to go to Sunday school without fail at the church on Wilmette Avenue. It was Mom who always baked something nice for the church socials, and had her finger in every pie. Dad wasn't really much interested in religion. Mother, again, who had always seen to it that they all knew their Bible lessons without fail. It was she who had coached him so diligently for confirmation, and so on. She was probably the next best thing to a Jesus Freak that North Evanston had ever seen.
And yet she had fallen, like a fallen angel in one of those Bible stories. And now she was little better than a whimpering dummy.
Not that it wasn't heavenly when she had sucked off his cock. The joy and pain of it had been positively and deliriously excruciating.
Of course, he had been thinking of her a great deal, so he had been more than ready to blow off, given the slightest encouragement. He couldn't count how many times he had jagged off in the shower thinking of screwing his mother and sucking on her melonous tits.
Yet it seemed so strange. She had always been the puritan in the family, warning them not to show their bodies to each other, and so on. He couldn't remember when he had ever seen his own father naked. And with Pamela it was the same way.
Pamela. She had tits too. Martin gulped.
The three boys were still standing there staring as Rex attempting to work his mother into position for a rear-end fuck. The dog's long pink specimen was sticking out a mile, and Martin could make out the straggling black hairs between her asscheeks, even though her brown puckered anus was still concealed. She sobbed away, virtually mindless and nonhuman, her long black hair hanging down around her face, over her shoulders and over the Miami Orange carpeting. Martin felt as if he were choking. He couldn't remember when he had seen anything more ghastly in his entire life.
So he had been dreaming of her and casting sidelong glances at her for as far back as he could remember. Then when he had started masturbating, about four years before at age eleven, she had really taken a powerful firm hold in his pubescent thoughts. Even though he did think sometimes of other girls, it was his mother who had occupied the vast majority of his thoughts. He had frequently gotten a hardon just standing near her. The touch-however feathery-of her hand on his neck was enough to start his penis oozing into his jockey briefs, and not a few nights he had gone to sleep with "passion nuts" on account of her.
But today it had all been different.
Today had seen the completion of all his dreams.
After his mother's voluptuous body had made him so nervous that he could barely stand it, he had retired first to the shower, and then to the bedroom. Then the chills had come on, something due probably to the sudden change in the weather and him being so waterlogged, no doubt.
Anyway, so he had called to her. And then, to his surprise ... she had climbed in with him naked and started playing with his cock! No doubt she had just tried to help him get well, but somewhere along the line everything had changed-he wasn't quite sure where-and both of them had lost all control and committed what was probably the most obscene act anyone could think of.
He still blushed at the thought of it. He hadn't told Squiffer and Melvin everything, as he had been too ashamed. He had merely called them on impulse because he had thought his mother was going out of her mind and he needed advice desperately.
But now he could see that Squiffer and Melvin weren't going to be much help. He almost regretted phoning them, although they were his friends. He looked down at their crotch and confirmed his expectation that they both had hardons from looking at his naked, lust-crazed mother being doghandled by Rex.
"We can't let that dog do that," Squiffer panted, his hand on the huge youthful bulge in his trousers.
"Well, what do you suggest?" asked Melvin in his academic, superior way-but with his hand also gently fondling the pointy bulge in his blue jeans.
"Go on, get away!" Squiffer yelled at Rex suddenly, running at the dog. Rex yelped and darted backward, falling in a lump by one corner of the big four-poster bed and licking at his raging red animal penis with his lengthy thick tongue.
Melvin looked at Martin. "We've got to help your mother, Marty. What do you think?"
Martin shrugged. He was truly baffled. He couldn't let his mother go oh like this, and somehow they had to cut out Rex. But somehow he didn't relish having her banged by the whole neighborhood either. And stories about this adventure would rage like wildfire.
Although maybe it was too late to worry about that anyway. And anyway, there might be a whole new Mom waiting in the wings to deal adequately with the changed situation.
Altoghether then, one could say-charitably-that Martin was hopelessly confused. He didn't really know what to do for sure.
His mother was still on all fours on the floor, her huge tits dragging down over the carpet. She was panting with lust and her long black hair trailed out everywhere, all over her back and shoulders. She was still mewling and whimpering like some sort of puppet on a lengthy sexual string. Martin didn't know what to make of her. His own penis was becoming hard now, too, and he could feel his desire rising. He wanted to make use of his mother further every bit as much as the other two boys did.
And what was to prevent them? Nothing!
"Christ, she has an ass," Squiffer said adoringly. He was a small boy and, looking at Martin first to ascertain whether or not he could expect any trouble from that quarter, he suddenly knelt down and ran his hands all over Mrs. Davis' quivering exposed white buttocks, as if he were selecting a steak at a butchery.
The middle-aged matron moaned long and low, her sex-dissolved buttocks squirming backward onto his nice young hands.
"Well, Martin, what do you say?" Melvin asked again, grappling with the fierce large bulge that was trying to cut a hole in his jeans. Suddenly he reached over and grabbed Martin's erection. The platinum blonde high school swimming champion winced, his breath coming very fast, but he couldn't bring himself to push Melvin's hand away either.
"How about it, Marty? Looks like you've got a terrific hardon for your old lady, too."
"She's my mother," Martin said lamely and sullenly, knowing immediately as the words left his mouth that they sounded phony as the dickens. After all, his erection was proof enough that her being his mother didn't matter all that much, either, not to him. If the boys had found him "out, then further pretense would certainly be silly. And anyway, as he looked at his mother's juicy white ass, he realized that he wanted to join them in whatever disgusting debauchery they had in mind for his poor helpless, sex-drugged, lust-crazed mother.
"Let's get her up on the bed," Squiffer suggested eagerly, his hot young hands passing evanescently along her smooth soft flanks.
By now Melvin was unzipping his jeans and trying to step out of them. When he couldn't get them over his shoes, he sat down on the bed and took them off. Then he slipped off his underwear. His bulbous knob was the first thing to come into view, and then there was the rest of it, an exceptionally long and hard member rising from its cushiony base of springy brown pubic hair.
Squiffer was also taking off his clothes, his tongue lolling with eagerness, the red shock of his hair constantly falling over his forehead. He was shorter than Melvin and Martin, but he was also much more slender. Despite his slight build, however, his cock was the envy of both of them-enormous and dangerous-looking, slightly tapered from its pointy, uncircumcised head and then thickening as it went backward until it flared into an unusually wide base. Squiffer pulled the outer skin back lasciviously and laughed as he saw the other two boys looking at his large and menancing cock. "Envious, huh?" he asked.
Melvin shrugged and continued undressing. Martin made a little smirk and began unbuttoning his jeans. By now Melvin had his shirt and undershirt off, revealing a massive width of chest and large dark-brown nipples, with broad square shoulders above which, were totally unlike what anyone expected from an intellectual of his accomplishments. He had won the Evanston Township Spelling Bee three years in a row before his compulsory retirement the year before, after having been caught with Miss Evelyn Williams-the biological sciences teacher-cavorting in the natural fashion, as God had made them, in the teachers' lavatory on a toilet seat. Miss Williams had gone into retirement the very same year, and had eventually joined a nunnery.
Martin had his shirt off now too, and was somwhat self-consciously going about getting the rest of his clothes off. Shoes, jeans and so on. He was somewhat confused. He didn't know whether to be properly embarrassed, or to simply go along whole hog and admit everything about himself-the most terrible everything-to his two friends.
Although by now, of course, all this pondering was quite beside the point and academic. The other two boys could see the terrific hardon he was wearing for his mother. Deception was out of the question.
They were all three of them naked now. Melvin came and grabbed Martin's cock again. "See that!" he laughed at Squiffer, "he's got the jollies for his own mother!"
Martin knocked his hand away and moved towad his mother, as Squiffer guffawed. "Let's get her up on the bed," he said, echoing Squiffer's statement of a moment earlier.
Adele was still whimpering and groggy. She wasn't sure what had become of the long lappy tongue that had provided her with such a mind-blowing orgasm. And she missed it! Now she wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck. Her cunt fairly ached for either a tongue-fuck or a cock-fuck, but anything, anything.
She felt suddenly hot eager hands playing with her breasts and trying to lift her backside and move her around. A wave of joy passed through her. They were going to give her more! Martin was going to give her more!
Her flesh felt as if it were crawling with desire. An indescribable quiver of anticipation flashed through her fantastically aroused body, curling the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs on a bonfire. She wanted to wallow lewdly in sex, she wanted to punish and debase herself now, as if making up for all the frustrating years in between when she hadn't.
Hands were grabbing and pulling impatiently at her. She sensed them only vaguely, but she was not prepared to fight them by any means. She was pulled over to the bed and pushed across it. "Now kneel," came a raspy, high-pitched command from behind her.
She obeyed dumbly, only hoping for some wonderful surprise-perhaps an extravagantly fierce sexual assault from the back-
Hands worked impatiently and sweatily over her thighs and knees, with slender young fingers occasionally taking a dip into the flowing liquid lips of Adele's steaming hot cunt. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her buttocks high in the air and her face cruelly pressed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment she had enjoyed under Rex's spinning, spitting tongue.
Meanwhile the three boys struggled somewhat haphazardly to get her into an adequate position. She could feel their slender hands on her hips and hear their overeager, nervous, anxious voices as they struggled to act in concert. She sensed at least one body suddenly kneeling behind her and between her open thighs. She waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the sharp end of Squiffer's cock pressing into the dripping slit of her crotch. With a grunt Squiffer suddenly shoved cruelly forward from in back of her, burying his lengthy thick instrument deeply up her cuntal crevice and making her jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. But then her face ran head on into another waiting hard erect cock that rammed without warning into Adele's gaping mouth. Melvin was kneeling on the bed in front of her, grasping both sides of her head vise-like between his strong young hands and holding it firm.
Catching her face so open and vulnerable, Melvin sank his cock almost all the way into her throat, making Adele choke desperately until she gagged and coughed. Then he began sawing in and out of her mouth viciously, her sex-mad lips clinging like rubber to his youthful rod as the burgeoning lcngh rammed lasciviously in and out. Melvin groaned and imagined that he was actually fucking into a cunt, because Martin's mother's mouth was every bit as delicious as one. He thrust down into her throat again, his lust-incited penis disappearing through her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz on them tickling like a light airy feather on her tremulous chin. Adele struggled for breath, catching only small gasps of air on the outstroke of his massive young rod.
"Oh my!" she mumbled as she simultaneously sucked on Melvin's cock, the words fuzzing out through the edges of her lips. She had never before been assaulted in this manner, from two ends at once. And God, did it feel good! They buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, groaning and grabbing her huge pendant tits in great handfuls. They used her helpless body as if it were a bottomless receptacle into which they would pump ferociously their burning semen. Adele was scarcely able to consider the moral questions involved any longer. She was just a flaccid mass of forty-year-old matron living for one thing and one thing only. Sex. Anything else was totally beyond her consideration now.
Moreover, the mental picture of her body being fucked between two different men was fiercely exciting in its own right. The hunger in her belly continued raging out of control. She began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the fleshy youthful staff that was boring so relentlessly in and out of her cock-starved pussy. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly again and again so that more of the hot sticky fluid would run down her already thickly syruped thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again, as she had when she had fucked her beautiful son Martin and made him shoot so much milky fluid up into her hot middle-aged cunt, which had promptly gulped it urgently as the rest of it had dripped down her quivery thighs.
So she really wanted to milk Squiffer's cock dry. It hadn't occurred to her why she was being stuffed up with two penises and where the extra one had come from. She only knew that she wanted them both ... desperately. She wanted her belly filled again, she wanted all the cum in the world to inundate her cervix and her womb and her aching, burning tummy!
She sucked voraciously at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with Melvin's cruel thrusts. Sucking on Martin's wonderful young cock had really developed her taste for this sort of thing. Martin's was the first she'd ever mouthed-indeed, she had previously always regarded such behavior as terribly degraded and "perverted" and depraved. So how then could her brain explain how delicious she had found it? From the first warm-bread scent of Martin's penis and moist pubic blonde hair, her mind seemed to have tumbled into a bottomless pit, an abyss in which nothing else mattered but the chance to suck on a heavenly, clean and large young penis.
So now her mouth was exploring every last pore and tasty ridge of Melvin's delicious blue-veined penis. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled knob, the tip probing hotly into the open hole in its peak. Melvin cried out and gripped her long black hair fiercely. He could see her huge tits dragging on the bed and he wanted to fuck them too ... just stuff his hotly throbbing prick high up between their softness while she rubbed them like dough all over his organ and into his balls. So he tried to think of her tits-those wonderfully huge monsters-to the exclusion of everything else. To a fifteen-year-old boy, large breasts and middle-aged women are the most exciting combination in the world. He gritted his teeth and ecstasized through every bone in his head as she sucked and he fucked correspondingly in their horribly obscene mouth-cock connection.
Now, Adele hoped, now! Shoot it into my mouth! She wanted desperately to swallow the searing hot cum and feel its viscosity run down her throat so that her stomach was filled as much as her cunt would be shortly from the pummeling cock that was moving so swiftly between her legs and obscenely in and out of the hairy slit of her fleshy vulva. She wanted cum to race through every last molecule of her body, saturating her in great torrents of spunky joy. So she worked her cunt back wildly over Squiffer's plunging cock, and sucked hungrily, madly on the one that was eagerly stuck in her outstretched mouth.
But then suddenly there was something else-a kind of disturbance of their wonderful, beautiful unity. She heard words very far off, in a dream world somewhere that had nothing at all to do with the beautiful world of cock-from-bbth-ends that she now existed in.
"Come on," Martin was saying, "let me get into the act. He shoved Squiffer backward and the other boy's cock came out of Adele's cunt like the sound of a wet cork slipping from a champagne bottle.
"Hey!" Squiffer protested, "that's not fair. You can fuck her any time."
"Shut up." Martin smacked him in the mouth, and the smaller boy staggered off. "Get underneath," he told Squiffer. "You can fuck her cunt just as well from underneath."
Then he went around in back of his mother and parted the balls of her ass gingerly with his fingers. Down below, winking at him like a star in the night from the depths of her buttocks crevice, was the brown puckered anus. It seemed reasonable enough to Martin to use that, especially as there were three of them. He didn't want to cut Squiffer off entirely, Squiffer was his friend and he would need him in the future. They were all buddies. So this was the best solution, after all.
Martin took a great swiping handful of cunt juice from his mother's dripping pussy lips. She moaned and cried aloud, "Please, please ... put it back in. Please." The big moons of her buttocks wiggled back at him invitingly.
He would too, he thought, but not where she expected it. Suddenly, delving his fingers between the delicious white cleft moons, he slipped one of them in greasily through the tight outer elastic ring of her asshole. Adele squirmed and shook out her long black hair, moaning with pain. She tried to move forward, but Melvin caught her hair and held her in place with her mouth solidly grasped around his thrilling hot meat. Martin stuffed his finger more deeply into her hotly clasping rectal tube, moving it around thrillingly until he found the magical gland back there and tickled it madly, giving Adele the wildest sensation she had ever had in her life. Now she pressed her ass back desperately over his raping finger and Martin laughed with boyish triumph, his hardon coming up nervier than ever.
By now Squiffer was getting the idea. Still holding his outsized young prick in his hand as it dripped cum all over the carpet, he came around to Melvin's end of the bed and pushed him out of the way. "Come on. You can see what Marty's doing. Get out of the way. Let me get under her, Mel."
Melvin let his penis slide greasily out of Adele's mouth. She tried to follow after it, but Martin was holding onto her hips too strongly, and it just wasn't possible. Her head and hair hung down lankly and she began sobbing for having been deprived now of both cocks.
But Squiffer was sliding under her now, his large staff searching along her soft white belly for the dark mass of pubic hair around her cunt. He poked the soft rubbery head of his prick into her oozing labia lips and Adele cried out with mind-blowing joy. They were letting her have it in her back! Wonderful! Another scrumptuous penis to milk with her vaginal muscles!
Martin meanwhile had already enlarged his mother's anus to where he could saw two fingers ticklingly in and out of its lascivious tightness. He had swiped so much of her cunny juice onto his fingers that by now her rectal portal was very well lubricated and ready for the biggest challenge of all. He gripped his cock in one hand and slipped it between the smooth creamy cheeks of her taut ass. There was a grunt of recognition from his mother, and she realized suddenly what was happening. The cock under her had searched for and found her dripping cunt. Now it was worming its way smoothly-ecstatically-through her labia lips. Her vagina parted with joyous surrender as she felt the meaty head slowly delving upward into all her juiciness. A great whooshing sigh escaped her parted lips.
Now Martin was also inserting his hungry cock in after his sodomizing fingers. He gradually slipped them out, stretching the tight brown ring of her anus and pushing his penis forward. It contacted the snug brown neck of her rectum, then slid snugly forward. His mother groaned as her anus was invaded by his rampaging prick, slowly at first, but then more painfully snug as it attempted to invade the nether reaches of her tender virginal anus. At the age of forty it was no time for her to suddenly learn how to accommodate a male penis within the tender cherry confines of her rectal channel. At first there was a terrible, mind-splitting pain, but Martin worked gently, drawing his penis out again and then pressing its burgeoning length forward only to the point where she cried out through her puffy, cocksucking lips from the agony of it. Then he would withdraw again. Before very long this method of gentle awakening allowed him to shove two inches firmly up her backside, and finally three.
At the first, Adele was in terrible pain. The fat penis sliding up her backside felt wonderful, but at the same time she wasn't sure that she would be able to accommodate it.
Meanwhile below, her Squiffer was stuffing her cunt up and forth with his hot young penis, and now Melvin had reinserted his fat cock, which she was milking hungrily with her mouth and licking off the spots of cum as they appeared from the hole in its head.
Four inches! Martin reached around under her chest and cruelly grabbed her huge titties, grunting and forcing himself forward by pulling on them strongly. His mother winced and incoherently mumbled around the hot fifteen-year-old cock that was mercilessly fucking her oral cavity. The pain was subsiding now, and the cunny juice Martin had stuffed into her backside was lubricating somewhat better than before. She wiggled the giant cleft moons around his cock and tried to back up onto it.
"Six inches! Martin's cock almost all the way up her rectum now. She sucked hungrily on Melvin's prick as if she had never tasted anything so good ever before in her entire life. Squiffer's towering penis meanwhile was being jerked up and back by the boy's deftly moving hips. She could feel his cock sluicing in and out of her cunt and wiggling against its hot wet walls, imparting a fresh thrill with each new twist and gyration. Her vaginal walls milked it methodically, undulating around it and clasping it hotly and squirting juice all over and around it continuously. Her lubrication dripped down his pummeling cock, soaked her pussy hair and left tiny droplets all over. As it was impossible for her to move gymnastically enough to satisfy both her craving for that cock exploring her ass and the one working so earnestly around in her boiling cunt, she chose to concentrate on sucking off Melvin and letting the other two do whatever they wanted. Her long tongue wrapped around it like hot cheese over a hot dog, clinging as Melvin's tool slid enervatingly in and out. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Melvin cried above her, pressing his teenage fingers into her long black hair. "Mrs. Davis! Oh! Suck me off! Oh please! Suck my cock! Oh, you cunt! You big fat-ass cunt!"
The obscenities he sprinkled down so profusely above her were like music to her ears. She wanted to be abused. She had lived all her life in a tiny cell, carrying on as if God was on her side, lecturing others on what she so presumptuously supposed to be His wishes, yet now she wanted only to be thoroughly debased and depraved. She felt as if she was waking up from a lengthy sleep that had lasted eons. The relief and novelty involved in being at last free of her more puritannical psychological aspect was like cold water thrown on a party suffering from heat stroke. She was excited and felt wonderful and happy. There was a cock in her buttocks and one in her cunt and another in her mouth. She closed her eyes ecstatically and sucked harder, her head jerking back and forth over Melvin's love-slick cock, her ebony hair flying. She wiggled her asscheeks and attempted to move around on Squiffer's pummeling hard rod.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she heard the voice cry above her, but that was good, because through her bleary, sex-soaked brain she knew that she wanted this male to cum in her mouth and blow hot cum all the way down her voraciously sucking throat.
EIGHT INCHES! Eyes blazing with fury, hands gripping tightly onto her shoulders, Martin rammed home the remaining length of his cock and began shagging her furiously. Adele tried to groan, but Melvin was still holding her head and she couldn't stop sucking.
"Mom! Mom! Mom!" she heard in back of her. It was Martin's beautiful voice. She closed her eyes ecstatically. Her fondest wish was coming true. She had a boiling hot rod in her asshole, another quietly reaming her vagina, and a third in her hungry mouth. Now if only they would cum together!
Her wish came true!
Almost simultaneously with the rising tide of her own rapidly approaching climax, she felt the cock in her behind inflate wildly and begin spewing its white hot load deep into her tightly grasping ass. She could feel Martin's hot cum strike the sensitive sex gland in there and thought she was going to die from ecstasy. At the same time Squiffer, under her, began groaning and cruelly pulling at her melonous, resilient breasts, working his penis around in a circle about her blood-engorged pussy lips. He too began to shudder and jerk from his pelvis on outward, and then his jizz was squirting and ricocheting throughout her vaginal channel and up into her belly. It splashed everywhere and then brightly dripped from her hair-fringed cuntal lips into the matted hair around his healthy young cock. His balls pressed tightly up against her throbbing and sensitive clitoris, making her jerk convulsively forward, burying the rod in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Then it too exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent liquid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the great gushes that spurted without stopping deep into her throat. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps, fastening her lips in a tight elastic ring around the ejaculating rod, fearful of losing even a single drop, of the precious fluid. So much was Melvin cumming that small droplets trickled down from the corners of her outstretched mouth. Behind her Martin began barking like a dog as he went through the most soul-electrifying orgasm of his entire young life, so that now she was having cum poured into her from three ends. She wanted to wallow in it, and drink it, and fill her insides with it to bursting.
Melvin collapsed, panting in front of her, his deflating penis flopping lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of cum hanging from her lips and connected like a rope bridge to the deflated cock several inches away.
She screwed her buttocks back tightly against Martin's still squirting cock in her ass, and then with a savage scream from between clenched teeth she felt her own body explode into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. The sensation seemed to flash like a rocketship through her rectum, then through her cuntal loins, then out like lightning through her brain and ears. There was a fierce burning in her nipples as well, and for a moment she felt as if she was dying, as a million waves of pleasure washed her from shore to burning shore. And then her strength was suddenly gone with all of the love-gush that was washing down onto Squiffer's shivering loins. Her face collapsed into the bed as the lad's cock slipped limply from her passion drenched pussy, and great gushes of cooling air rushed into the vacuum breech.
Martin was still gritting his teeth and shuddering, pouring the last barrelful of cum into his mother's gorgeous white ass, but then he to took the time to relax as his body suddenly broke out in a swam pish post-sexual sweat. He breathed hoarsely and coughed. Then, with a little mewling, whimpering sound, he began slowly to remove his penis from his mother's matronly rectum.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Her series of orgasms were positively shattering. She had never known anything like it in her entire life. The thing was that the first one brought her to a single initial plateau from which she was able to blast off still higher, and then higher. With each new plateau her orgasm was just a little more electrifying, until the final one which was like an atomic explosion or the splitting of an atom under the cyclotron of a nuclear reactor. Adele felt as if she had become completely bodiless and was floating off into space. Then in another vision she saw herself as split into about twenty different parts, only loosely disconnected, and floating here and there between the stars and the planets. Her head was so far beyond the earth, that it was impossible for anything earthly to penetrate it.
Melvin had fallen onto the floor, his limp penis held limply in one of his hands as he gasped for breath. Squiffer meanwhile lay ecstatically under Mrs. Davis' voluptuous body, delighting in the lovely squash of her enormous breasts around his skinny torso. Martin also lay slumped, panting, on the floor. For a long time the tableau was like this as the four energized parties struggled to get their breaths and regain their heads.
Melvin was already considering that he wanted desperately to fuck Mrs. Davis in her cunt, and then in her ass. Squiffer was perhaps the most satisfied, although he would have liked to have her suck him off. His interest in anal intercourse was nil, as he had been brought up to believe that that was "dirty." Martin meanwhile was stroking his cock up and back and considering the fact that he hadn't yet taken his mother as a man ordinarily took a woman, that is, "missionary fashion," with the woman on the bottom with her legs spread and the male on top.
As for Adele, as she sped between the planets and the stars it occurred to her that there had never been a universe as wonderful as this ... and that this was, in Candide's words, "the best of all possible worlds." She felt as if she was a giant receptacle for all the male cum in the world, and she could hear it gurgling, bubbling and hissing throughout her insides. She wondered vaguely how it would digest and whether it might come out eventually in the same condition as when it had been spewn into her, milky and sticky, in great compelling wads.
Her nirvana gradually subsided as the worlds of the universe spun past. Eventually the winking stars evaporated and she found herself bathed in sweat like a disconnected brain floating in a nutrient bath. A slender male body under her grunted and began shifting. The sharp planes and angles of this body pressed and rolled in all of her opulent rondures. She could feel that slenderness against her enormous hanging tits, and feel skinny hands on her white fleshy buttocks. Instinctively she gave the male a nice series of cooling kisses around his face, assuming he was her beloved Martin. Her beloved Martin-whom she swore she would never be without again for the rest of her life. She would bind him to her with sex, and with anything else she could use. She would never let go. Even when her beauty was gone, she would find a way, she swore. All questions of morality were totally forgotten and ignored. She could imagine herself at ninety, old and bent, being ruthlessly shagged by her son of sixty-five. Her orgasms had been so fantastically shattering that now she was a slave to them. All the morality of her former life had nothing to do with her now. From this instant on she would live only to have one roaring climax after another. Why on earth had it taken her so long?
Hands came around and caressed her back as she peppered the boy's face with kisses. Then there was a third hand on her flank.
A third hand?
Adele opened her eyes.
And screamed when she saw who it was she was kissing.
There was a flurry of activity around the bed. Adele jumped up and ran to Martin's closet, ripping down quickly one of his bathrobes, which she wrapped hurriedly around her voluptuous body. The robe was absurdly snug around her opulent form, but that didn't bother her. She needed to be covered ... right away.
"What ... what are you doing here?" she managed to gasp chokingly through her panting mouth in a voice that was only an octave away from becoming a scream.
Melvin laughed and fingered his penis. "Ha", what do you think, Mrs. Davis?"
Furious and just a hairline away from weeping, Adele came up and dealt the kneeling boy a loud smack across his cheek. Squiffer hurriedly slid off the bed and stood, looking very uncertainly around, against the wall. His eyes darted to his clothes. Martin stood up, his huge eight-inch cock swinging curved like a scimitar between his legs. Suddenly he felt as if he must without question take control of the situation. It was he who had brought his friends here, true, but he still loved his mother-now more than ever, because he needed her now as well, as a man needs a woman. A feeling of power and manhood surged through his manly young chest. She needed his protection now, as he had needed hers-and received it-for so many years. It was up to him to master the situation for the both of them.
"All right, Melvin," he said, gripping Melvin in his armpit and lifting the other boy to his feet, "that's enough now. The fun's over. Get your clothes on."
Melvin shrugged but made no comment. Adele stood as if she had been turned to stone as she watched him and Squiffer move around, getting into their clothes. After a while they were dressed and moved toward the door.
"Be seeing you, Mrs. Davis," Melvin smirked, making an obscene sign with his middle finger as he went for the door. Martin flashed furious at this and rushed him, punching him in the face and sending the other lad spinning off toward the stairway. Melvin gripped the balustrade and was helped to his feet by Squiffer. He glared at Martin uncertainly, and then the two boys turned and went down the stairs.
Martin returned to Adele to find his mother weeping copiously. She was sitting down on the bed, her huge breasts hanging down through the partly open front of the robe. Martin felt his breath catch. There was the sound of the front door slamming. Now they were alone in the house. He could hear Melvin's and Squiffer's footfalls on the gravel outside, slowly departing into the distance.
"Oh, Martin!" she cried suddenly falling into his arms, wallowing in her misery and shame.
He stroked her beautiful black hair, her voluptuous body pressing against his slender one. He could feel his penis tingling again. "Don't cry, Mom," he whispered. "It's all over now. Really it is."
She continued weeping and sobbing for a long time, her tall body shaking with sobs like a great throbbing engine in an empty factory. Words failed him. There was no way to tell her how much he loved her and how sorry he was. He could only hold her now and comfort her.
"I ... I did ... I must have done terrible things with those boys!"
"No, Mom, don't say that. Please."
He stroked her hair and her lovely face, realizing how completely and how much he loved and adored her. She was beautiful ... and sexy. He wanted to fuck her desperately, to show her how much he loved her.
"Don't cry, Mom. Please. Please, don't cry," he said over and over again. But she continued to sob for what seemed an eternity. At least an hour passed before she finally got up and went to the dressing table. While she ran a comb through her hair and attempted to fix her tear-streaked face, Martin grabbed Rex's collar and dragged the dog whining from the room. Then he came back and lay back down on the bed, his head resting on his hands, looking across the room at her.
Adele combed out the snarls. Her upset had somewhat subsided, but she knew that the affair was far from over. She had made a complete and utter fool of herself.
And yet at the same time she knew that she had loved her handsome son as she would never love anyone. She had to have his large, throbbing cock inside her again ... as soon as possible and as often as possible. Nothing had changed there, in her feelings for him.
She could see him in the mirror, looking over at her. What must he think of her? But maybe now they would have a chance to start over and make things right and beautiful.
She stood up and walked over to the bed, not bothering to close the robe around her massive throbbing breasts. Already her dark nipples were hardening up high and proud. Suddenly she shrugged off the robe and it festooned down her long legs and around her dainty feet. Martin's eyes fastened unself-consciously on the fulsome hang of his mother's pendant breasts, then into the dark black muff of pubic crotch, its exciting slit totally concealed from view. His cock came up high and hard with a single jerk, standing like the leaning tower of Pisa in its hairy nest of blonde pubic hair.
"You love me, don't you, Martin," she said softly, walking over to him. Her hand was laid softly around the pulsating column of his penis.
A surge of maturity propelled itself through Martin's youthful being. His mother was right, and she knew she was right, and she didn't care. She wanted him to fuck her, and she wanted to fuck him, so that made everything right. Mother always knew best. Everyone said so.
"You know I do, Mom," he breathed huskily, still waiting for her to move.
Her hand passed along the underside of his throbbing young sex meat and then rested, cupping it under his tender teenage balls. "I love you too, son," she murmured, shaking out her long black hair and sitting down on the bed. He reached over and around her back and they met together in an open-mouthed kiss, with their tongues snaking in and out of each other's mouth and licking teeth, tops, sides and bottom. He swallowed her saliva and she swallowed his. His penis jerked out another inch.
"I love you, Mom," he whispered throatily.
"Then fuck me, Martin," she breathed tremulously. She thrust out her chest so that he could like at her oversize exposed nipples. His hands palmed one of her breasts while his mouth sucked hungrily on it. Adele shuddered. It was just as if he was a little baby pulling at her shapely udders.
But he was also a man. And she was never going to forget that again.
"Fuck me," she croaked. "I love you, Martin!"
"And I love you, Mom," he murmured adoringly, gazing up at her utter beauty, her long black hair falling around them like a tent.
"Then get up!" she said breathlessly. "Let me lie down and spread my legs so you can fuck me!"
Martin got up and moved around. Adele circled into the empty spot on the bed, lying on the bed with her legs open at an obtuse angle. Through the dark black hair of her mature pussy, Martin could see the gleaming wet lips of her hungry cunt, which looked as if they wanted to gobble his cock whole.
"Say you want to fuck me, Martin!" she commanded imperiously, her hands digging into his shoulders.
He shook his head. "You know I do, Mom," he said adoringly. "No, say it!"
He breathed laboriously, finally getting out, "All right, Mom ... I ... I want to fuck you! Yes, I want to fuck you!"
His youthful cock felt such a wonderful release at this magnificent admission that it began springing about wildly. Adele groaned with happiness and stuck two fingers into her dripping wet vulva. "Then fuck me, Martin! Fuck me, my handsome son! I love you!"
A small ecstatic sigh broke from the platinum blonde boy's mouth and then he gradually levered himself into position. He pushed her knees apart easily, moved forward, and then his burning hot young penis was tickling at the gleaming wet opening of her cuntal portals.
"Do it, Martin!" she implored hungrily. "Push it in!"
They kissed hungrily, their tongues intertwinging desperately, heavy with desire. She could feel his hard thick rod sliding in another inch through the lubricating love-fluid of her vagina. Her long smooth legs opened up on an almost completely horizontal line so he could have room to get it. into her as deeply as was humanly possible. His slender, muscular young body moved wonderfully through her splayed open legs, his fleshy instrument slipping in further still, its hungry head throbbing like a flashing light within her ecstatically rejoicing vagina. Now his pelvis began a slow, grinding motion as her vaginal walls closed delightedly around the deliciousness of his hot young cock. The huge rubbery prick was like an animal inside her, and her vagina undulated adoringly around it, clasping it like a religious totem. She could sense cum already oozing gently from its tip. This time he would fuck her lingeringly, joyfully, and not so wildly as before. She looked down just in time to see and feel his eight-inch cock disappear completely through the inward pressed hair-lined lips of cunt. She breathed ecstatically ... at last!
"Martin, I love you," she said dreamily, and biting his ear and working her hips all around his delicious big instrument.
He grunted and jerked it back and forth, drawing lingering cries of thrilled exclamation from her open lips. He then began grinding her with a rhythm that was tormentingly slow-but wonderful-for both of them. His silky leg hair tingled against the tender backs of her widely spread thighs and her hips began to rotate slowly over his powerful young rod. The only reality for her seemed to be this searing fire burning deep within her scorched belly, the flames licking out between her legs, crying out to be drowned by the tormenting monster that slithered so lewdly within her vaginal chamber.
Suddenly her heels locked behind his knees and with a low, animal-like groan her arms snaked around his smooth neck and her mouth mashed tightly over his. She sucked the pink spear of his tongue voraciously, soft mewling noises escaping through the wet sucking sound. She ground her crotch tightly up around his healthy young cock, their soft crisp pubic hairs mingling snugly. His long, blood-filled organ moved out, then softly inward again, drawing a groan from her lips with its slightest movement. His balls slapped flatly against her upturned ass. She was wet, hot and wide open for him now. The impact of his muscular thighs knocked her legs yet further apart.
She thought he was going to split her open and force his battering large instrument right up out of her mouth. And she wanted it to! She gurgled crazily, hoping that he would hurt her with it. She wanted to be punished like the dirty bitch she was for loving it so obscenely this way with her own son. Punishment was the only suitable verdict for a fallen puritan. The long rampaging cock now buried so unmercifully in her belly was all the cocks in the world merged into one, and she wanted it to punish her. She screwed her cunt up and down it with wild, vengeful strokes. Then she pinned her legs back, her knees touching her shoulders, wanting to take it in all the way to the hilt-and wanting as well for Martin to get a good view of his young cock deep inside her wet brown cuntal folds.
Martin did inded find this exciting. He stuffed his fingers in alongside his prick and worked them around in his mother's pussy. The feeling electrified Adele and she thought she was going to go crazy from it.
"More! More!" The incestuous mother barked. "Don't take your fingers out! Put more fingers in, my darling son!"
He rubbed his fingers in as he gently shagged her, twirling the crisp black curls alongside and jerking them out to make her squeal. The maddening slap of his balls against her exposed and sensitive anus drove her to a wilder frenzy still. Martin braced himself on his knees and elbows above her wildly thrashing body, letting her hungry cunt gobble all along the length of his rigid cock. He bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing knob almost through the walls of her womb.
"MMAAARTIN!" she exulted. "LOOOVEERR!" She groaned as his prick fucked into her mercilessly, the momentum of his thrusts driving her ass deeply into the squeaking mattress. "OOOOOOHHH"' she squealed. "AAAAggg Then she screamed as Martin reached back under her squirming buttocks, and finding the wide-spread crack open wide, he thrust his middle finger in up to the second knuckle-up into her tightly puckered little anus, making her feet jerk erratically in the air, her toes curling spasmodically against the bottoms of her feet. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her asshole from her cunt, he could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the bottom of his own cock sliding smoothly in and out of her hole like the well-oiled piston of a racing car.
Adele began cursing erratically between the panting gasps of pain he drew from the tightly clutching hole of her rectum over his finger. "Fuck me, sonny! Fuck me! Oooooohhh, split me! Split me good, lover!"
Martin shoved a second punishing finger in, now sinking both all the way in to the depth of his palm. He dug them cruelly into the soft fleshy anal passage. Adele jerked up, her buttocks rising several inches off the bed, to escape this second intrusion of her anal canal. But Martin had it timed, and he rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his rod deeply into her until she groaned as if impaled on a stake. She bucked down hard to keep his ramrod instrument from ripping straight through her belly, skewering herself hard as well on the up-probing fingers in her ass. She was hopelessly impaled between fingers and cock and groaned helplessly as he ground them both deeply inside her. The juices of her dilating cunt ran down over his hand, lubricating wetly the fingers now sunk deep up her straining asshole.
Adele strained back under him, arching her loins against the grinding assault on her cunt and anus. She moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot through it half in pain and half in pleasure.
Martin moved his fingers around inside her, and she jerked and screwed herself down onto them, grunting incessantly as the pain slowly subsided. Now she was becoming used to the dual ravishment of her genitals. A masochistic pleasure slowly replaced the searing firebrands of pain that raced from her totally stuffed crotch to the top of her brain.
"Aaaarrggg!" she grunted as he buffeted her in rhythm between his hand and giant growing cock. He could feel it expanding with each thrust down her well lubricated passage, her vaginal walls kissing it all over as it reamed her.
Adele could feel his instrument growing inside her deliciously battered cunt. The giant knob seemed like an unrelenting fist punching at her wonderfully, beautifully.
Meanwhile his fingers fucked her backside madly, knocking that cock through the thin osmotic membrane, allowing her no respite from the fierce pleasure building deeply in her ecstatic belly.
"Oh please," she groaned, half out of her mind and feeling as if she was dying, "fuck me harder, Martin! Fuck Mama harder!" Her legs thrashed and her hair flew around as cock and fingers splashed through the moist folds of cunt and the greasy squishy elastic ring of anus. "Oh, Maaaartin ... I feel ... I feel as if I'm dying ... lover boy ... fuck Mama! Unnnnnggg!" She began chanting in rhythm to his long hard strokes. She wanted to be torn apart by this wonderful, beautiful boy who could see all of her and who was fucking into her so beautifully and curling her ass into an ecstatic ball. Great huge waves of delicious sensation raced through her entire body, which felt like an expanding balloon filling up with sheer joy and ready to burst into a million pieces the way she had before when the three boys had fucked her simultaneously ... and then suddenly she was there!
THERE!
Blinding light and grunts from deep in her belly, then great floods of steaming hot juice throbbing through the walls of her vagina, streaming out in great gushes over the balls and trapped hand skewering between the split in her ass. It felt as though her very insides were coming out of the flowing liquid. Adele gave one long, low scream, her legs thrashing high up into the air and as wide apart as she could in order to give her son's pistoning cock and hand greater access. She thrust her loins at him with brutal basic energy, screwing herself up hungrily and with great force on the still pumping rod. Juices flowed in a flood from her boiling cunt as her nostrils flared and one long last gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her feminine lungs as if she had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist. And then she collapsed under him, quivering and moaning with joy, as sensation after sensation floated her gently down from that most enervating peak.
Martin sensed her climax and drove his penis up inside her as her legs splayed out, covered with perspiration and sex rash. Then he could feel the hot jet stream begin in his inflated balls and race headlong down the length of his pulsating member, spewing wildly out the glans into the nether depths of her womb, filling her completely and overflowing with her own juices out the hair-covered lips of her contracting cunt. Then he gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of the sperm into her still quivering belly and then he too collapsed across her soft, spent body.
They lay still for a long time, panting heavily with sexual exhaustion, a loose tangle of arms and entwined legs, their breathing finally slowing after an eternally long moment of quiet.
His hand caressed her face and she kissed it. "I love you, Mom," he whispered huskily.
She ran her hands over his wonderfully smooth and muscular body. She loved him too. "And I love you, my darling boy," she murmured.
He wanted to ask her what they were going to do, but on reflection he decided not to spoil the beauty of this moment.
And then they heard the door creaking, and there was the click of a camera shutter....
CHAPTER TWELVE
Pamela and her father had driven home very slowly and thoughtfully, his arm around her shoulder, his right hand squeezing her high, firm breast as she nestled against him.
Bob David wasn't too sure he liked the alternatives that confronted him. On the one hand, there was his beautiful blonde, buxom and meaty daughter who, at age twelve, promised to be only more delightful as the years wore on. On the other, there was the fact that he had been a serious family man all his life and it was going to be hell to become otherwise at this late stage of the game.
Though of course fornicating with beautiful Pamela didn't necessarily mean he would have to become necessarily less of a family man. Did it? In a sense the situation compelled him to become more family-inbred than he had been before.
But there was still the little salient fact of Adele, who was his wife, and of Martin, who was his son. He-they-would constantly have to be on the lookout and wary of the other two now, if he was going to be screwing Pamela. It was a dangerous game they would be playing. He would have to be constantly looking back over his shoulder, or over Pamela's blonde one, watching and waiting for Adele and/or Martin to catch them, to come in unannounced by accident. Timetables were notoriously unreliable. Someone coming home early at the wrong time could totally screw up the works.
Of course, they could just meet downtown or out at the cottage. Take a room at the Palmer House after work or something. He'd go up and meet her. They'd have orange juice and chocolate sodas together and fuck like minks. And she'd suck him off, of course. That was beautiful, the most beautiful thing he'd ever known in his life. Those hot young lips obscenely wrapped around his cock and drawing out the thin steel wire that was wound up in his balls, until it flashed along his burning stem and spewed his hot, milky life down her eager throat.
Bob closed his eyes. The world was a spinning ball of possible decisions, all of them with their conceivable dangers. If they were ever caught, it could conceivably mean a lengthy jail term for him and who-knew-what for her.
Pamela nestled closer, making a little purring noise as he fondled her breasts. Her hand passed into his crotch and grabbed his genitals, gently milking them. Bob gulped and looked down at her golden blonde head. She smiled silkenly at him. He was lost, he knew. Lost in those bright blue eyes and long lashes, that succulent, hot young mouth, those enormous young tits, that long blonde hair, lost in the undulating wet walls of her cunt and their pubic crotches rubbing together lewdly and ecstatically. There could be no turning back now.
He turned into the drive to the house just as Melvin and Squiffer, Martin's young friends, had stepped off the gravel and were moving swiftly, talking animatedly, down the sidewalk on Isabella Street. They glanced back at the car and there seemed something just a little peculiar in their faces as he waved at them. He removed his hand from Pamela's breast self-consciously and came to a stop before the house. He looked up at it. For some reason there seemed to be an unnatural quiet surrounding it, but he told himself that he must be imagining it.
They left the car and went inside the house. Downstairs seemed quiet as well.
And then they heard it, gradually rising in crescendo-the grunting, groaning and heavy breathing of two people fucking!
They looked at each other, then Bob took the stairs two at a time-very quietly-to the second floor.
The sounds seemed to be coming from Martin's room. He cautioned Pamela to remain silent as she came up softly behind him. Not a word passed between them, but there was a fierce excitement in their faces and a pounding in his chest. Could it be-?
"Mom! Oh, Mom!" came Martin's anguished cry.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck your big juicy mama!"
Bob looked at his daughter. This was too fantastically good to be true. A light bulb lit in a halo above his head. A little blackmail was in order. A few good shots of these two and they would be safe for good. Adele would never dare try anything. Hurrying back to their room, he took their Polaroid camera out of the bottom drawer of the bureau and then hurried back with it.
Pamela meanwhile had shoved the door open just slightly, with her dainty foot. The sight that greeted their eyes was unbelievable-his handsome fifteen-year-old son had his cock sliding greasily in and out of his mother's cunt while Adele groaned and tossed uncontrollably under him, her knees pulled all the way up to her tits, her ass curled into a ballish angle. She was groaning ecstatically and mouthing all kinds of strange obscenities.
Bob could scarcely believe it, but he began shooting pictures like mad just to be sure he would believe it later. Eventually he got the both of them straining deep in the throes of a really powerful orgasm. Martin's hips began jerking and the boy's entire body shuddered from head to foot, while Adele seemed to moan through a whole series of atomic orgasms. Martin's head hung down lank and damp as he shuddered through his powerful climax, squirting his white hot cum up into his mother's belly. Then his fingers came out of her anus with a noisy little pop, his balls slapped her big juicy behind for one last time, and they fell into each other's arms, Adele's huge squashy tits flattening out on both sides of them. The boy's spent cock lay droopingly resting within the soft, gleaming wet brown folds of her cunt as they muttered terms of endearment to each other. Bob wondered vaguely how long this had been going on, but then he didn't really care either. The important thing was that it was going on now, and that made everything all right between him and Pamela. He clicked the shutter again, passing the other pictures to Pamela.
With the sounds of their busy fornication evaporated into the post-orgasmic air of the bedroom, the clicking shutter rang like a gunshot from wall to wall. Martin and Adele looked up and right at the door.
"Bob!" Adele exclaimed.
"Dad!"
"Get your clothes off, Pamela," Bob ordered, and he started to strip himself.
At first on the defensive and eager to recover their clothes, Adele and Martin were slightly amazed to find Bob and Pamela quickly removing theirs. Bob's enormous mature cock sprang upward into view as he stood up from removing his shorts, every blood-veined ridge throbbing and visible. Pamela had taken off her clothes and now shook out her long blonde hair while her oversize tits wobbled and bobbled in their firm glossy skin.
Adele gasped, the sheet pulled tightly up over her naked body, with Martin having rolled over fearfully to the other edge of the bed. "Why ... Bob ... what are you doing?"
"Never mind, bitch. On the floor!" He grabbed her long black hair and dragged her squealing from the bed. She fell with a loud thump on her backside, her huge tits flopping on her belly, her matronly flesh wrinkling and hobbling here and there. "Martin!" Bob barked. "Come over here!"
"Don't beat me," Adele bleated piteously, her hands up before her face. Pamela laughed and so did Bob. Beating her was the last thing that anyone had in mind.
"Come over here, Martin," Bob commanded again, and this time he went over and grabbed his trembling son's wrist, pulling him imperiously across the room.
"What ... what are you going to do?" Adele breathed.
"Give me those pictures, Pamela," Bob told his daughter. She passed them over and he flashed them threateningly in front of Adele's terrified face. "This is what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm-going to send a batch of these to your aged parents, that's what I'm going to do, you puritan bitch, if ou don't behave yourself. Martin, get your face in there and start eating your hypocritical puritan momma."
"Eating, Papa?"
"You know. Lick her cunt, and chew on it. Lick on Mama until the cows come home."
Martin got the idea and he smiled. He suspected tha his dad had some wonderful plans. He quickly wriggled down onto his stomach and slid his hands under his mother's buttocks, pressing his face forward quickly through her soft white thighs and lapping slickly along her juicy brown slit.
"Martin ... ooooooooh, noooooooo ... oooooohhh, lover boy...." Adele crooned, Bob walked thoughtfully around them, trying to construct in his mind what was necessary. "No, that's not right," he said at last very thoughfully, when Adele was ready to hurtle through yet one more mind-bending orgasm, "Martin, you'll have to get on the bottom and Mama will sit on your handsome face." He put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Do you think you can lick her cunt from that position, son?"
"Yeah, Dad, I think so."
"Good boy. Now do as I said."
"What ... what is this?" Adele stammered helplessly again, but Bob only pulled her up cruelly, then made her sit down on Martin's face after their son had lain back down on the carpet. Martin lapped her mercilessly as her moist hairy pussy squashed down over his nose and mouth like a rubber mask, and Adele groaned ecstatically.
"Good so far," Bob said, wringing his hands. Then he grabbed Adele's hair and pulled her head over to force her face into his aroused loins as he slid down onto the carpet just in back and around from Martin's earnestly lappihead. "Suck my cock!" Bob commanded. And sobbing with a mixture of joy and chagrin, Adele began doing just that, running her long tongue lappingly up the underside of his penis, then plunging her entire mouth over his huge cock and sucking ravenously."
"All right," Bob gasped. "Now-you-Pamela-oh God-come over here and sit backward down on my face ... hurry ... I think I'm cumming...."
Pamela hurried to do as her father had urged.
Martin couldn't tear his eyes away from her huge, gravity-defying cantilevered breasts with their palm-size knobs. He wanted to tune them like a radio station.
She sat down directly over Bob's face, but wiggling backward onto it and mashing in all that wet pubic hair and the sticky wet folds of her hot young pussy.
"Now-" Bob croaked, with Adele still sucking ana licking madly as Martin lapped her cunt, "make it complete. Bend over and suck on Martin's rod!"
Pamela smiled to herself. She had wanted to do that for a long time anyway. And after all, Daddy had told her to, didn't he? Parents always knew best. Bending over, her long yellow hair tracing teasingly across Martin's shivering tight young flesh, her mouth opened in time to correlate with his jerking penis, and she took all of his hot young rod into her mouth with an ecstatic little cry of happiness....
Double sixty-nine! Bob thought ecstatically, with every imaginable incest angle! Beautiful!
Thus it was that the four of them reached an enervating explosion of happiness through a wild daisy chain orgy, first with Adele having her cunt eaten while she sucked on Bob's penis, who in turn licked Pamela's hot young cunt, who in turn licked and sucked on her own brother's penis until it exploded wads of hot searing cum right into her small mouth, she gushed downward into her father's face, who blew sperm into his wife's hotly sucking mouth, who flew through yet one more mind-bending orgasm as her son licked her hot juicy pussy all the way to completion.
And then they reversed, with Bob licking Adele, Adele sucking on Martin, and Martin nibbling his sister's pussy as she blew her father ... until finally the four of them dissolved into a sweat-soaked, motionless but happy heap
"Adele," Martin whispered through the stillness of the night, considering at the same time how he was going to beg off going to work in the morning and with what excuse.
"Yes, dear?" she asked, sleepily stroking his chest.
"You know, all that garbage you hear about incest is just a lot of bunk."
"Yes, dear," she answered dreamily. Her cunt felt as if it had been stampeded by elephants, but nice.
"The kids are asleep," he said, looking over them with their arms and legs entwined. "They're good kids too. The best any parents ever had. We're mighty lucky."
"Yes, dear. Now go to sleep."
He watched her doze off. Bob Davis gazed down at the beautiful, sexy wife who had at last been aroused from her years of sexual torpoi. She was ready for anything now. She had even begged him to bam her harder when he had fucked her in the ass. That was certainly a change from the old Adele. And the kids, they were really great. He'd enjoyed taking Polaroid snapshots of Martin banging his sister and having his cock sucked by her. They were a beautiful pair. And no doubt they would be amenable to what he had in mind for them for the future, if Adele would go along. And she would. Because he had all these photos now, and he could blackmail her into anything.
Because Madge Hopkins had been telling him about her two youngsters, also a girl and a boy-the girl aged eleven and the boy fourteen-and the swap club they had joined that was restricted to families with children....
Yes indeed, the future looked rosy. Because the first thing Monday morning he was going to get Madge on the phone, and after that ... Well, after that it was anybody's guess ... and anybody's game....
He smiled softly to himself. In the future he could see only sunlight and fullness. And a sex life that even the gods would envy.
