Of all the social institutions which have had to endure change and weather criticism, the family concept is, perhaps, the most pronounced. Subjected to the undermining forces of alcoholism, the use of drugs and marijuana, and the advent of mate-swapping, the family unit has undergone immeasurable challenge in the wake of social change.
HOT FAMILY TIES is the story of how some people adjust to the liberated moral standards within the family unit. Beset by such common problems as divorce, jealousy, age differences, and unfaithfulness, the characters in this story find an unusual solution to their dilemma. Their method, that of incest, may well be considered unusual or shocking, but it is nonetheless successful.
HOT FAMIL Y TIES-A novel of fiction for entertainment. A reminder that what is debased and perverted for some may well be normal for others.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"This is absurd," Janet whispered as her son slipped his hand inside her blouse, cupping her luscious tit through her sheer, lace bra. "Please, Jonas, you know this isn't right."
But Janet really didn't believe her own words. Not when the hot, tingling sensations coming from her aroused, lust-hardened nipple were spreading the flames of such unbridled hunger in her that she couldn't believe it was possible.
"Please, Mother, you know you want to just as much as me," Jonas whispered, pressing his fingers deeper into the lusty woman's incredible tit. He couldn't believe how firm her tits were, despite their extraordinary size. "Come on, I'm a young man. You must know the kinds of needs I've got."
And Janet did know. That's what frightened her so much. She knew that once a boy her son's age started fucking, he'd want to fuck all night long. And considering Janet's burning, aching need for cock-meat, she just might not be able to stop herself. Not unless she stopped herself right now, before things got out of hand, before she knew the ecstasy of feeling her own son's cock wedging her cunt-lips far apart, filling her seething, juicy cunt with his rigid, fiery cock.
Janet wished the light in the kitchen weren't on. She didn't want to be able to see her son. He looked so much like his father, so much like the man she had fucked so many times. With the lights out, maybe she would be able to think more clearly.
When her son pinched her nipple, Janet emitted a soft, quivering sigh of absolute pleasure. The sizzling excitement went straight from her erect nipple to her clit, making her cunt-lips wet and juicy.
"Please, Jonas, I'm begging you now," Janet said, her voice so soft it was barely audible. "Please, let's just walk away from this and we'll pretend that it never happened."
"You can't ignore this," Jonas replied. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
Janet couldn't speak when Jonas, with his free hand, jerked his zipper down and brought out his prick. Janet gasped even louder than before when she looked at her son's cock. It was a hard, massive column of cock-meat. Jonas's prick measured an extraordinary eleven inches long-much longer than his father Charlie's.
"Come on, Mother, you can't leave me with this," Jonas said.
He pulled his hand out of Janet's blouse, placing his hands on her shoulders. He faced her directly, his eyes boring into her.
Janet felt the last of her will power slipping away as she looked into her son's eyes. He moved just a little closer, and she felt the head of his club-like cock touching her stomach. Even through her blouse, the heat of Jonas's cockhead warmed her flesh, igniting her desire, shredding the last vestige of her will power.
Shivering, her knees shaking so powerful, Janet wasn't certain she would remain standing, she brought both hands to her son's cock. Very lightly, she touched it with her fingertips. The heat of his cock delighted her. She wrapped her fingers around the thick cock-shaft, squeezing it tenderly, lovingly.
"That's it," Jonas said.
With trembling fingers, he began unbuttoning his mother's blouse, wanting to expose her exquisite, hard-nippled tits.
Janet didn't try to stop her son as he worked loose the buttons of her silk blouse. By this time her flesh felt as if it were on fire. She could feel her tight-fitting bikini panties sticking wetly to the rosy petals of her hot, slick cunt-lips.
She began stroking Jonas' colossal prick, running both hands up and down over its entire length. Holding his cock-head in her palm, the lusty blonde squeezed it firmly.
Jonas tried to calm herself, but that was impossible. As he opened Janet's blouse and looked at her tits, his cock leaped in her hands. Those creamy, huge tits, still encased in the white lace bra, made his mouth water. He hungered to open his lips and suck passionately on her nipples.
Janet worked her hands back and forth, stunned at the incredible size of her virile son's cock. She squeezed the huge cock firmly, loving its rigidity, trying to imagine how fantastic it would be to have his eleven inches of cock-meat driving into her cunt, rubbing against her red-hot clit until she spewed out her pussyjuice.
"Ohhhhh!" Jonas sighed as his mother's hands worked a little faster on his cock.
The burning sensation in his balls warned Jonas that he wouldn't be able to take much of Janet's hand-job before he gushed out his slick wad of cum.
Janet looked down, watching her son's hands as he gently unfastened the clasp between the cups of her bra. Very slowly he pulled the cups away from her tits. When he did, she could see how hard and distended the nipples were a clear indication of her lust.
"Ohhhhhh! Yessss!" Janet sighed when Jonas brought his hands to her huge, pink nippled tits. "Squeeze my tits. Yes, Jonas! I love it when you play with my tits."
Pounding on his cock, twisting her hands in opposite directions as she worked them back and forth, Janet could feel the colossal prick throbbing hotly against her palms. Staring at the cock-head, the lusty mother watched with total fascination as a thick, white, sticky drop of pre-cum oozed from Jonas' pisshole.
"Get down," Jonas whispered, his face showing the strain of trying to hold his cum back. "I . . . I want to cum on your tits, Mother. You've got such beautiful tits. Let me cum on them."
Janet was almost ready to beg her son to fuck her. The dull, throbbing ache in her cunt told her that she desperately needed to get fucked. Trembling, cursing herself for her insatiable sexual needs, Janet sank slowly to her knees in the kitchen of her mother's home, desperately hoping that nobody would come in and see her.
It didn't bother Janet that the tile floor was hard against her knees. Her blouse was open, the ends still tucked into her knee-length skirt. Janet sat on the backs of her heels, unable to tear her eyes away from the head of her own son's massive, conical prick-tip.
"It's huge," Janet whispered reverently, holding the cock almost delicately in her hands. She was surprised that she could wrap both fists around the shaft and still have quite a bit of the cock sticking out. "I've never seen a bigger cock than this in my entire life. My goodness, Jonas, I never dreamed you had a cock like this."
"Stroke it," Jonas said through gritted teeth. "Don't stop now, Mother. I'm going to cum soon.
Janet couldn't have stopped herself even if she wanted to. Lust was now completely consuming her, taking control over her senses, forcing her on. She took her hand and slipped it between Jonas' thighs, fondling his big, egg shaped balls through his jeans. She could almost feel the cum brewing inside them, and Janet wished that she could suck lovingly on Jonas' balls as he came.
Inhaling, Janet could smell the heady aroma of her son's crotch. Her mouth watered, and she could feel her cunt-lips tingling even more powerfully than before. Caressing Jonas' balls, she began stroking his cock in earnest.
Jonas looked as though he were in pain though he was actually going through the most erotic experience of his life. Though he had seduced several girls his own age, it was entirely different to look down and see his own mother's gorgeous blonde hair flicking about, to watch her succulent, quivering globes of tit-flesh bouncing as she gave him a hand-job.
"You're so beautiful," the teenager whispered.
He stepped closer to Janet, so close now his prick-tip was almost touching her. His cockhead was pointed directly between her tits, just above the creamy, hard-nippled swells.
"Cum, my darling," Janet whispered. The sound of her own voice shocked her. The words shocked her even more. She was actually urging her son to cum on her.
Jonas caught his lower lip between his teeth. The hand flying back and forth over his cock was driving him crazy. Hoping that he wouldn't make so much noise that it alerted someone in the crowded house, he felt the cum explode inside his balls, then race through the long tube of his prick.
Janet felt the cock expand in her hand, his balls swelling up against her palm. She jerked furiously on the cock's shaft as thick, geysering spurts of hot cum jetted from his pisshole.
"Cum! Cum!" the mother urged, fisting her son's cock so quickly her hand was just a blur over his prick.
The first white, sticky eruption of cum hit Janet on the hollow other neck. The gooey cream trickled down the front of her body, between the swinging, jiggling globes of her tits.
Another squirt of salty cum-the first-exploded from Jonas' cock-head as Janet's hand stroked him. Cum hit her on the cheek, leaving a white line along her face. Some of the sticky, syrup-like cum blasted into her golden, shoulder-length hair.
"Awwwwww!" Jonas groaned, his legs shaking hard as he watched his cum exploding out of his cock-head and gushing onto his mother's tits.
Janet felt her clit sizzling with lust. The feel of hot cum sticking to her silken flesh turned her on. She leaned forward a little, shaking her shoulders to whip her son's cock-head with her lusty, creamy mounds of tit-flesh as she continued to give him a hand-job.
A river of cum spurted from the teenager's cock-head, sailing the four inches that separated the pisshole from Janet's tit. The cum hit her pink areola, splattering over the nipple. Sighing her approval, Janet tilted her head back, savoring the glorious sensations that were turning her on. Cum dangled from her huge tit for a moment, then curled under the succulent lit, sticking to her skin, adding to her excitement.
"Ohhhhhh!" Jonas groaned, the sound dying away as the last of his cum was worked through the shaft of his mammoth prick. Janet was almost crying with joy and frustration as she squeezed her son's cock from the base toward the prick-tip. A final thick, pearl-like drop of cum oozed out of his pisshole, and she leaned forward, brushing her nipple against the cock-head, rubbing the cum onto her tingling, fiery tit-tip.
"Do you feel better now?" Janet asked quietly, still holding her son's cock, continuing to fondle his balls lovingly. She couldn't look up into his face, afraid that she would see disrespect in his eyes.
"Mother... Mother, there's something else I want you to do," Jonas said, leaning back against the counter.
CHAPTER TWO
"What? What do you want?" Janet asked, cursing herself as she spoke the words.
"Will you . . . suck my cock? I'm still. . ."
"Horny?"
"Uh-hum."
Janet raised her face just enough to look at her son's cock which she still held lightly by the base, keeping her slender fingers curled around the meaty cock-shaft. Though the prick was beginning to lose some of its hardness, Janet suspected that giving Jonas a blow-job would bring his eleven-inch-long cock back to its former majesty.
"I shouldn't be doing this," Janet whispered to herself, leaning closer to her son's cock as she spoke. "I know I shouldn't be. . .mmm!" The saltiness and texture of Jonas' cum tantalized Janet's taste buds. She swirled her slick, pink tongue around the massive head of her son's cock, tightening her lips around the cockshaft just behind the ridge of Jonas' prick-tip. Janet shivered with delight, rubbing her palm harder against her son's balls, drawing her cheeks in around the cock-head as she sucked more firmly on it.
"Ohhhhh! That's so good! So very good!" Jonas whispered, looking down, watching his cock burying deeper into his mother's hot mouth, gliding between her red, moist, glistening lips.
The lusty, blonde-haired woman sucked harder on Jonas' cock, swirling her tongue against the clefted underside of the prick-tip. She spread her knees a little wider apart and her skirt slipped higher on her full, firm, tapering thighs.
It had been so long since Janet had enjoyed the taste and texture of a cock on her tongue, filling her mouth. She moaned joyously, sucking on the cock-shaft with her lips, delighting in the way the meaty prick throbbed softly against her tongue.
Feeling the cock head pulsing with virility against the back of her mouth, Janet thought about what had caused her to be so sexually frustrated. She thought about the events in her life had caused her flow to be on her knees, giving her son a blow-job as his cum trickled down the front of her stunning, womanly body.
It had started out when the factory had closed and Janet's husband, Charlie, lost his job. It took a while, but finally the house payments just became too much. It tore Charlie up to lose the house, and when he had to move his family in with Janet's parents, everything just seemed to go blank in his life. He stopped fucking Janet. He didn't want to talk to anyone.
Janet was used to having her lust satisfied by Charlie. He had always been a virile stud, fucking her regularly, driving his hard cock into her cunt until she came repeatedly.
And then tonight they had had their worst argument. Janet had dressed up, intent on going out for a drink, hoping that a couple of scotches would make her feel sexy again. But on her way out, she had run into her son Jonas, and somehow-she wasn't really certain exactly how- she had ended up giving him this hand-job. And now she was willingly opening her mouth and sucking his hard cock between her lips.
"Mmmmmm!" the lusty, beautiful blonde woman purred, her tits jiggling as she moved her head and shoulders, dragging her lips over the cock-head and down the cock-shaft while her tongue worked around the cock-meat.
Jonas put his hands on his hips, oblivious to the fact that he was standing in the kitchen with the light on. There were many people in the house, but that thought didn't cross the boy's mind. All he could think about was what he was watching, and that was his mother's face as she moved her lips down the shaft of his enormous cock.
Pulling back so that she held only the pisshole between her lips, Janet flicked her tongue against the slitted tip. Jonas' massive prick had regained its size, and it was just as hard now as it had been when he came all over her tits.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, letting Jonas know how much she loved having a cock between her lips.
Gulping the cock deeper into her mouth, gliding her lips over the edge of the teenager's prick-tip, Janet used a finger to wipe the cum off her cheek. She smeared the cum onto the shaft of the prick.
"Nothing has ever felt this good," Jonas whispered.
The words were all that Janet wanted to hear. When Charlie stopped fucking her, Janet had thought that she'd lost her femininity, that she was no longer sexy. But hearing her virile son's lusty words of praise was all Janet needed to regain her confidence.
It's time to show my stuff! Janet thought, her confidence surging.
The horny woman released Jonas' cock from her loving embrace. She cupped her tits lightly, feeling sticky drops of cum against her fingertips. Janet began working the cum into her tits and nipples like cold cream as she bobbed, dragging her lips rather quickly back and feat over the sensitive, erotic ridge of the boy's cock-head.
Holding the fleshy, delicious crown of her son's prick in her mouth, Janet rolled her head around, allowing the cock-head to rub against the roof of her mouth, and then press against her cheek. Her cheek swelled out as the cockhead pushed against it, and Jonas sighed at the erotic sight and the mind-boggling stimulation of having his own mother sucking his cock.
Janet knew now that she was a sexy woman, and that her doubts had been entirely unfounded. She had an exquisite, curvaceous figure, and it was certainly enough to give any sane man a raging hard-on. Her golden blonde hair was parted down the middle, swirling into curls that rested on her shoulders. She had stunning brown eyes that shimmered with mischief whenever she was horny, which was almost a constant state of mind for her...
"Mmmmmm!" Janet moaned, pinching her nipples, her fingers slippery with cum as she pleasured herself.
Janet took the cock to the back of her mouth. With Jonas' cock-head pressing against the entrance of her throat; she tilted her head back and, for the first time since accepting the prick into her mouth, she looked into the teenager's eyes.
The communication between them was silent but clear. Jonas wanted her to take more of his cock into her mouth, and Janet was only too willing to accommodate his wishes.
The lusty woman opened her throat, relaxing the muscles in her neck. Shivering with lust, pinching her nipples hard, she struggled briefly, then accepted Jonas' fat, spongy, throbbing cock-head into her throat.
"Awwwww!" Jonas groaned, his eyes bugging out as he watched his mother's butter-soft lips nibbling as they descended down his enormous cock.
Janet opened her hands wide, then pressed her long-nailed fingers deep into her tits. There were only a couple of inches of her son's cock left, and Janet wasn't certain she could swallow it. She had deep-throated Charlie's cock countless times, but her husband's prick wasn't as long as Jonas'.
Her throat protested, and Janet thought that she would have to give up. But then, inch by inch, the last of her son's prick slipped into her throat. When she had her moist, erotic lips wrapped tightly around the very base, Janet's full, stretching lower lip pressed against the bottom of her son's fly, and she could feel the brass teeth of his zipper biting into her nose.
She had done it! She had swallowed all of Jonas' cock! She had deep-throated him!
Janet's heart surged with joy, but she had to get the cock out of her throat quickly or she would choke. Pulling back, dragging her lips along the shaft, she could feel the thick, rubbery ridge of her son's cock-head sliding inside her throat.
The woman's throat felt bruised, and she was certain she couldn't deep-throat Jonas again. At least not right away. Her throat hurt too much, but she was extremely happy that she'd done it. Moving her lips down the entire length of her own son s cock had been such a lift to her confidence that she didn't care about any discomfort her throat felt.
"Mmmmmmm!" Janet moaned lustily, circling her tongue around Jonas' cock-head.
A sticky drop of pre-cum trickled out of the teenager's pisshole, and Janet moaned even louder than before as she licked it off. The taste of cum enhanced her pleasure, and she could hardly wait to feel the cock-head throbbing against her tongue as Jonas came in her mouth.
Janet had sucked Charlie off enough times to know when a man was about to cum. Judging from the way her son's cock throbbed in her mouth, and the way his breathing had become ragged and uneven, Jonas was coming closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
"Mmmmm!" the lusty, big-titted blonde purred, turning her face slightly to allow the cock-head to rub against the inside of her cheek, swelling her stunning face, distorting her good looks, making her appear lewd and wanton.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Jonas hissed, his teeth clenched tightly together, fighting to hold his cum back just a few more seconds so he could have his mother's lips on his cock that much longer.
Jonas put his hands atop his mother's head, pumping his hips mindlessly, driving his cock between her lips until his red-hot, pulsating prick-tip smashed hard against the opening of her throat. His balls were sizzling with tension, the cum bubbling inside. Each time Janet rubbed his balls, the pressure became greater, the pleasure more intense. The ecstasy was almost unbearable.
Janet slipped her hand from the shaft of her son's cock, wrapping her arm around his body. She squeezed his taut ass-cheeks. Her fingers played over the half-moons of the boy's ass without hindering his movements, allowing Jonas to drive his prick harder and faster into Janet's wantonly receptive mouth.
"Mmmmm!" Janet moaned passionately, her cheeks hollowed in to conform to the thick, throbbing size of her son's charging cock.
Jonas thrust his hips at his mother's face, skewering her sweet lips, fuck jog her mouth. His cock-head slammed hard against the back of her mouth and Janet's head snapped back, but she made no attempt whatsoever to get away from the onslaught of cock-meat.
"I'm cumming!" Jonas gasped in ecstatic agony. His balls felt as if they were on fire. "Oh, Mother! I'm cumming!"
Hot pussy-juice oozed to the woman's cuntlips. Her bikini panties were sticky with the cum that was clinging uncomfortably to the rosy petals of her cunt-lips. Sucking lustily, her tongue in constant motion working around the cock-head and down the cock-shaft, Janet waited for her rich, pungent reward of cum.
The cock-head smashed against the entrance to her throat. When it did, a thick spurt of cum washed straight down Janet's throat. She choked a little on the powerful eruption, sputtering as Jonas continued to face-fuck her.
"Arrrgggh!" Jonas groaned, the cords in his neck sticking out prominently, his eyes wide and glassy as he watched his own turgid prick rocketing back and forth between his beautiful mother's lips, filling her hungrily sucking mouth. Janet sucked hard, swallowing quickly to keep from gagging on the incredible amount of cum that raced through her son's cock from his balls. The prick-tip was against her tongue as a mighty squirt of salty cum gushed out. The cum splashed over her tongue and against the roof of her mouth, and she mewled softly in total rapture, swirling the cum around briefly with her tongue to savor its taste before swallowing it.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Jonas grunted as his cock leaped and bucked between the big-titted woman's lips, his cum jetting into her mouth.
Janet siphoned the cock, sucking her son until she had drained him of every last drop of cum his bob held. Moaning, squirming on her knees, her blouse open and her big tits jiggling, she chewed down the cock-shaft as far as she could without deep-throating him, nursing on the delicious cock-meat.
The hot-blooded blonde continued to suck on Jonas' cock long after he had finished cumming. Not until she had convinced herself that Jonas' balls were drained and dry did she finally allow his prick to slip out of her mouth.
Still kneeling, Janet looked at Jonas' cock. It drooped down now, its entire length glistening with a thin film of her saliva. She kissed the spongy cock-head tenderly, lovingly, then rose rather unsteadily to her feet.
"Jonas, you've got to promise me something," she said, her hands at his cock as she began tucking his prick back into his pants. "You've got to promise me that you'll never say anything about this to anyone. Not even me. We'll just pretend that this little . . . accident...never happened."
"I'll try," the teenager replied truthfully. "I'll try to forget, but I don't think I can."
Janet stepped away from Jonas, allowing him to look at her pink-nippled tits. She suddenly felt very self-conscious with her blouse unbuttoned and her bra unfastened.
"Go now, my son," she said in a husky whisper. "Go, and forget all about what I've done."
When Jonas left, Janet felt even worse than before. Sucking off her son had only served to heighten her rampant lust. But her cunt was still aching painfully, still craving a bone-hard cock to fill it.
Leaving her blouse and bra open, she switched off the kitchen light and headed for the upstairs bathroom. She needed to wash the cum off her tits and face before she went out for that scotch.
Janet was so involved in the myriad of questions that bounced through her head that she never once realized her daughter, Lesa Ann, had stood at the entrance to the kitchen and watched her give Jonas a blow-job.
CHAPTER THREE
Lesa Ann wished she had a bedroom to go to. The incredibly erotic thing she had just witnessed-her mother giving a blow-job to her brother-had gotten the juices flowing. Now all she wanted to do was find a nice, quiet, private place where she could finger-fuck herself into a satisfying climax.
But since moving out of her house and into her grandparents' place, Lesa Ann hadn't had much privacy. There just wasn't enough room in the house for everyone to have a bedroom, so the bed she shared with her sister was in a small area at the top of the stain, close to the bathroom, very near her parents' bedroom.
When she heard the sound of her mother's high-heels clicking softly on the stairs, Lesa Ann knelt down, hiding herself in shadows. She had heard the argument between Charlie and Janet, and it rather frightened her.
When Janet went to the bathroom, Lesa Ann hugged her knees, keeping herself hidden in shadows. A thousand questions danced in the girl's mind.
Where could she find a place to play with ha cunt and clit until she found the sexual release she so avidly needed? Were her parents going to get a divorce? How could she ever survive in the house with so little privacy?
Lesa Ann closed her eyes, putting her chin on her knees, wondering if her family were failing apart all around her.
Janet was glad that she didn't rim into anyone on her way to the bathroom. She closed the bathroom door before turning the light on..
When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she saw something that she hadn't seen in a long, long time.
Confidence. That's what Janet saw in her eyes. Confidence. The sure knowledge that even though she was in her late thirties-pushing forty, in fact-she was still an extremely good looking woman with a stunning, curvaceous body.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Janet studied her tits. She had always been proud of them. They were mounds of billowing, creamy flesh that Charlie had once loved to have pressed around his cock: He used to kiss them and suck on the nipples for hours on end.
Janet cupped her tits, raising them slightly. The pink areolas were sensual, not quite perfectly round. They were actually oval-shaped and quite large, surrounding her nubby nipples which were still hard and erect with excitement.
Taking a wash cloth, Janet rubbed her tits, getting the film coating of her son's cum off them. She washed her neck and face, then refastened the clasp of her bra, fucking her milky tits into the white lace cups. After buttoning her blouse and re-tucking it into her skirt, she felt she was ready to go to a bar.
"Maybe I'll find some hunky guy and fuck him," she whispered challengingly to her mirror reflection.
But she knew she wouldn't. She loved Charlie, even if he had suddenly changed after losing his job and house. She loved him more than she could imagine, and her little dalliance with Jonas had been just that-a dalliance. Jonas had surprised her at a time when she was emotionally weak, at a time when she needed a cock. As long as she had been with her son, Janet figured she hadn't really cheated on Charlie.
The big-titted blonde ran a brush through her shoulder-length hair, then dabbed perfume on her neck and between her tits. On impulse, she added a touch of lip gloss to her mouth.
Janet was just about to leave the bathroom- she had already switched off the light-when she heard footsteps. Her heart leaped in her chest. The last thing she wanted to do was run into anyone. She didn't want to explain to anyone why she was leaving the house.
She heard a hand at the door knob and Janet took two quick steps backward. She just barely missed being hit by the opening door as Mitchell, her other son, stepped in.
He flipped on the light switch, squinting his eyes against the sudden bright light. He never noticed his mother standing so close to him as he opened his robe and brought out a raging hard-on.
It wasn't until Janet gasped at the sight of her son's cock that Mitchell realized he wasn't alone in the bathroom. He wheeled around to face the sound, his bone-hard prick still clutched in his hand, shock registering in his eyes.
"Mother!" he hissed in surprise.
Janet put a finger to her lips, quieting the boy before he made any more noise. She tried unsuccessfully to keep from gawking at his big, delicious-looking cock. Mitchell's prick wasn't as big as Jonas', but it was still quite large. Janet's experience told her Mitchell's prick would measure a cunt-stretching eight inches long. It was only slightly less in length than her husband's, and about the same thickness.
Janet asked Mitchell several questions, staring straight into his eyes, telling him he had no reason to be embarrassed and that all she wanted from him was die truth. He explained he had been in bed, his mind going from one fantasy to the next. The only way he would ever get to sleep was if he went into the bathroom and jerked off. That was why he had come there with a hard-on swelling out the front of his robe.
"I understand," Janet whispered. "You have to have relief almost constantly." Janet swallowed the tight lump in her throat, fighting to say the words she knew she must. "I am your mother, and I'm supposed to help you through your. . . problems. If you would like to... use me, use my body, you may. We'll just pretend that none of this is actually happening. You'll keep your eyes closed and let your fantasies run wild, and I'll just pretend that nothing is happening at all."
Janet didn't believe heron words, but she felt better about having said what she did. Her cunt was burning with desire, slick pussy-juice lubricating the pink lips of her cunt. Her clit was hard and erect, tingling with lust, ready for excitement.
Mitchell went to kiss Janet, but she turned her face away from him, avoiding his searching lips.
"No," she whispered. "That's too intimate. Just do whatever you must do to find relief. I won't stop you."
Mitchell shrugged his shoulders sad his robe fell to the floor of the bathroom. He was completely naked now, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. The teenager's mind was reeling. He just couldn't believe what was happening. Though he did not admit it to Janet, he had lusted after his own mother for a long, long time.
"You can touch me, if you need to," Janet whispered, keeping her face turned away from her son. She burned with the need to feel his hands caressing her body. "I won't stop you, no matter what you want-I mean need-to do. I want you to be happy, Mitchell. I want you to be able to find relief in me."
In his unbridled lust, Mitchell worked quickly. He opened Janet's blouse, pulling it out of her skirt, and then taking it off. Janet shivered, feeling the heat of her son's gaze on her tits. The bra gave her an unnaturally tight cleavage, making her look stupendous.
Mitchell took his mother by the shoulders, turning her so that she leaned against the bathroom sink. Janet placed her hands on the countertop, spreading her feet slightly, completely availing her succulent, curvaceous body to her son's frightened but inquisitive hands and fingers.
Very gently Mitchell eased his fingers inside his mother's bra. He unhooked the bra and pushed the cups away from her tits. The moment he laid his eyes on Janet's big, round, creamy melons of tit-flesh, Mitchell groaned softly and threw his face between them. Grabbing her tits, he pressed them against his cheeks, inhaling deeply, his cock wagging and throbbing, standing out from his body.
Janet turned her face up, tipping her head back on her shoulders. Her skin felt electrified. When Mitchell's hands went from her tits to cup her ass, she purred softly, fighting with fading will power against the rising tide of her unquenchable lust.
"Take me however you want me," Janet whispered, shocked at the cock-hunger that consumed her judgment. "Take your relief in me, my son."
Mitchell pressed his fingers deep into Janet's ass-cheeks, bending down to kiss the smooth arch of her neck. The scent of her femininity, combined with her delicate perfume, was a heady aroma that made his head swim. He caught the tab of her skirt's zipper and tugged it slowly dawn. In the silence of the bathroom, the sound of the metal teeth separating seemed magnified.
Mitchell pushed the skirt past the full, sweeping curves of Janet's hips. The skirt, a dark navy blue color, crumpled in a heap at her ankles. Janet stepped out of the skirt, keeping her feet close together. Mitchell immediately pulled her panties down to her knees. Janet tried to step out of them though the bikinis remained wrapped around one ankle.
"I've got to fuck you," Mitchell whispered, his tone displaying the tension going through him.
His cock was so hard it seemed ready to burst at any moment, but he wasn't particularly close to cumming yet.
Janet almost asked her son what he wanted her to do before she reminded herself that she was just supposed to be a female body for him. She wasn't supposed to volunteer anything. Janet saw herself as not really fucking her son if she didn't take an active role in what was happening.
Mitchell brought his hand up between his mother's spread thighs. He touched her cuntlips, feeling the heat and moisture of her pussyjuice against his fingertips. When he slipped his middle finger between Janet's cunt-lips, sliding it into her cunt, he felt her cunt tighten around the invading, probing digit.
"Ohhhh!" Janet sighed, her lips parted slightly, face turned toward the ceiling as she felt the finger driving easily deeper into her hot, moist, tight cunt.
Mitchell stayed a step away from his mother as he finger-fucked her. His eyes trailed up and down her amazing body. He couldn't recall a time when the sight of a feminine body had turned him on more. Her waist was so narrow, yet her hips were full and curvy, and her tits were second to none.
The teenager began moving his hand up and down, shoving his finger into Janet's cunt until he pressed her clit with the heel of his palm. He used his other hand to reach around her body and fondle her smooth, taut ass-cheeks. The hand moved down over her thighs. He groaned, pleased with the texture of her tan, thigh-high silk stockings. Mitchell rubbed his mother's lace garter-belt strap.
The touch of her son's finger spread the fire of lust throughout Janet's soul. Though she tried to keep the words from spilling out of her mouth, she couldn't. The hunger to have a hard cock driving into her cunt was overpowering.
"Fuck me, Mitchell. I know you want to. You don't have to pretend with me. I won't stop you." The words burned Janet's soul, but she couldn't help herself. When she had jerked Jonas off until he came on her tits, it had heightened her need to get fucked. When she gave him a blow-job and swallowed his thick, salty wad of cum, it had pushed her need to get fucked to heights she never thought possible. Now her other son, Mitchell, had a big, hard cock ready for her, and all Janet could think about was how heavenly it would feel to have him driving that prick into her cunt.
Mitchell hesitated. Despite his mother's words, he was still unsure of himself. In the back of his mind he kept thinking that this must be some bizarre dream. He suspected that he'd wake up at any moment and find himself jerking off.
Janet leaned back, keeping her feet spread wide. She felt the rounded edge of the sink against her naked ass-cheeks, then felt her son's thighs rubbing against her silk-encased inner thighs. A moment later Janet groaned softly as the fat, rubbery head of Mitchell's cock touched I lightly against her clit.
Mitchell held his prick by the shaft. He rubbed his cock-head up and down over Janet's cunt-lips, getting the knob of his prick moist and slick with her cunt-juice. Once this was accomplished, Mitchell placed his cock's crown firmly against Janet's cunt-lips and released the shaft. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her securely, watching his prick and the pink cunt lips.
"Ahhhhh!" Janet moaned as she felt the cock-head forcing her cunt-lips apart, driving into her cunt.
The heavenly feel of finally having a cock pushing into her cunt once again almost made her cum then, even though Mitchell hadn't even driven the full length of his prick into her yet.
Mitchell's legs were quivering. He unconsciously pressed his fingers deep into his mother hips as he slowly drove inch after inch of his rock-solid cock into Janet's cunt. When he finally had all of his prick buried inside his mother's seething cunt, he pressed his chest against the warm, firm melons of her tits.
"You're so beautiful," Mitchell whispered, his lips nuzzling the size of Janet's neck.
Janet could feel the cock throbbing inside her cunt. She trembled, her fingers squeezing the edge of the sink, spreading her legs a little wider apart for her son. When he began pumping his hips, driving his prick in and out of her cunt, the heavily veined, thick shaft of his cock rubbed tantalizingly against her fiery clit.
The touch of her son's muscular chest against her tits, rubbing against her tingling nipples, burned Janet to the soul. She squirmed, working her hips around just a little, adjusting herself so she could take the full length of Mitchell's cock into her cunt easily.
"Ohhhhh!" Janet sighed, enjoying the glorious sensations that fucking her own son gave her.
It was then that Janet realized why she was so turned on. It wasn't just that Charlie hadn't paid her body enough attention lately. She had tried to convince herself that that was the reason for her behavior. But in her heart of heart's Janet realized that it was the knowledge that her own son was fucking her that ignited the lust in her, that made her skin feel like it was burning up.
"So beautiful," Mitchell whispered in his mother's ear, sinking his cock into her cunt until her cunt-lips were tightly surrounding the very base of his cock-shaft.
The tingles coming from his balls told Mitchell that he would really explode when he finally gushed his wad of cum deep inside Janet's sizzling cunt.
Each time the boy pumped his cock into her cunt, skewering her with his column of cockmeat, Janet shivered. Her red-hot clit oozed out cunt-juice, lubricating the tight channel of her cunt. His hands played over her flesh, touching her thighs and hips, sometimes running up to briefly squeeze the huge, succulent mounds of her tits.
Janet felt the rising tide of her excitement. She knew she couldn't stop herself from cumming.
The mind-boggling excitement of having her son's cock pumping smoothly back and forth between her cunt-lips, driving deep into her cunt, was much more than her passion-hungry body could take.
She was pleased with herself for emitting only a short, high-pitched squeal of ecstasy when her cum started gushing out of her cunt. The shaft of Mitchell's cock continued to rub against her clit as he drove his prick harder and faster into her cunt. The friction against her red-hot clit sent spurts of cum from her. The slick, clear cum trickled down the insides of Janet's thighs until it became soaked up in her tan stockings.
"You came, didn't you?" Mitchell asked, catching his mother's hippies between his fingers and thumbs, tweaking the fiery buds as he worked his prick back and forth between her cunt-lips. He felt supremely proud of himself for fucking his own mother into an orgasm.
Janet did not answer her son. She tried to pretend that nothing had happened, that she hadn't cum, but she knew that her son wasn't fooled. Mitchell had enough experience fucking girls to know when one came from his pounding, thrusting prick.
Janet raised her knee so that it was up near her son's pumping, pounding hips. She shivered, her cunt-lips stretching around the driving shaft of his cock. Through the hazy fog of her post-orgasm exhaustion, she could feel herself slowly but surely being driven toward yet another climax.
"Mother, you're so hot! Your cunt is so tight," Mitchell whispered. He drove his cock full-length into the woman's cunt, cupping one luscious tit at the same time.
Janet swilled in the glorious sensations going through her. Mitchell's hands traveled over her tits, pinching the lust-hardened nipples, pressing deep into the creamy globes of tit-flesh.. His hands traveled over her silk-clad thighs, fingers caressing her lacy garter-strap.
Looking down, Mitchell saw how his mother's cunt-lips puckered inward as he drove his cock into her cunt, then pulled out, still conforming to the oval shape of his cock-shaft, he withdrew his cock. The triangular, curly cuntbush was slightly darker in color than the gold blonde hair on Janet's head, and it rather surprised Mitchell that his mother's cunt-bush was as small as it was.
Mitchell plowed his cock hard into Janet's cunt, slamming his crotch against hers. He gloried in the feel of her silk stocking sliding against his hip, and of her succulent cunt massaging every inch of his cock. Driving the full length of his prick into Janet's cunt, Mitchell felt his balls slap into the tight, taut crevice of her ass-cheeks. His balls were tingling madly, the cum churning inside.
"Ohhhhh! Awwwww!" Mitchell groaned, his face twisted with the sexual tension that was tightening his body.
Janet looked at her son's face through her dark, long lashes. She whispered a single word, The thick, spurting eruptions splattered against the inner walls of the big-titted woman's cunt. Janet tightened her cunt-lips around the driving shaft of her son's cock, whimpering softly with total satisfaction. Though she did not cum a second time, Janet was happy that she didn't. If her senses had been ripped apart by another orgasm, she wouldn't have been able to concentrate on Mitchell, wouldn't have been able to see that beautiful expression on his face as he released his balls load of cum inside her cunt.
Mitchell groaned softly, his hips twitching. Turgid jets of cum raced through the shaft of his cock, spitting mightily from his pisshole. When he finished cumming, he rested his forehead against his mother's shoulder.
Janet brought both feet beneath her again. She stroked the back of her son's head lightly with her fingernails. His cock was still inside her cunt, but she could feel it getting soft.
"My son," she whispered soothingly. "My darling son. I hope you feel better now. I hope you can get to sleep."
Mitchell said nothing. He couldn't believe that his mother had just allowed him to fuck her. His cock felt like it would get hard again in a couple seconds, and he didn't know what Janet would think about him springing another hard-on.
"Mother, I-"
"Shhhhh!" Janet hissed, silencing Mitchell. "There's no time to explain. I understand what a boy your age goes through. Now go to bed. Go to bed, get some sleep, and in the morning this will never have happened."
CHAPTER FOUR
Lesa Ann hugged her knees tighter against her tits. The things that she had seen her mother do kept going through her mind as she sat in the dark on the floor, hidden beside her bed.
The girl squeezed her eyes tightly shut, wishing she didn't keep seeing the mental image of Janet's face gliding back and forth as she sucked passionately on Jonas' prick..
Lesa Ann had never thought that Jonas' cock was as large as it was. Actually, she never thought anyone had a cock that large. Though she was still a teenager, Lesa Ann already had plenty of experience with boys in the back seals of cars.
The thought of taking Jonas' incredible cock into her cunt was both thrilling and frightening for Lesa Ann. Would it hurt to get fucked by a cock that large? The thought tantalized the girl. It would either hurt like hell, or it would be the most erotic thing Lesa Ann had ever known.
Lesa Ann had watched Janet go into the bathroom, clutching her blouse to hide her huge, womanly tit. And then Mitchell went into the bathroom. Now the girl could hear soft moans coming from her mother, and the only thing that Lesa Ann could figure was that Janet and Mitchell were fucking. Lesa Ann could see beneath the door that there was a light on.
The teenager hugged her knees harder, pressing her tits against them. Her nipples were hard, tingling with excitement. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what Janet looked like as she fucked her own son. What position were they in? Lesa Ann wondered. Fucking doggie-style on the floor, with Mitchell behind her, driving his cock into her cunt?
The girl's cunt was hot wet, ready for excitement. She cursed herself for having broken up with her boyfriend because right now she really needed a cock to satisfy her passionate need.
Standing, Lesa Ann felt dizzy. She knew what she was going to do. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she unfastened the snap of her tight fitting, faded jeans. The girl tugged the zipper down, then pushed her jeans down to her ankles. She paused a moment to untie her tennis shoes and kicked them off, then completely removed her jeans.
Can I go through with it? the lusty, horny blonde wondered, standing quietly in the dark landing of the stairs.
Lesa Ann knew that she was pretty. Plenty of boys had told her as much. Though she hadn't blossomed to the supremely womanly proportions that her mother could lay claim to, Lesa Ann's body measured a cock-hardening 35B-24-36. She had curly blonde hair that came down to her shoulders, and though it always looked mussed up, Lesa Ann went to great lengths to give it that natural look.
Standing in black bikini panties and a well-worn, gray workout sweater, she challenged herself to go into her father's bedroom. She had fantasized before about him, sometimes seeing his face in her mind as she finger-fucked herself, rubbing her clit until her cum streamed out. But she never had the courage to actually seduce her father... not until she found out her brothers were fucking her mother.
Less Ann decided to get rid of her socks, so she discarded them quickly. Then, on impulse, she grabbed her gray sweater at the neckline and pulled on it. She had already torn the sweater so that the neckline always slipped over one shoulder or the other. After tearing the neckline a little farther, Lisa Ann's sweater drooped down her left arm almost to her elbow. The teenager's firm, medium-sized, pink-nippled tit almost peaked into view.
"I've got to do it now," Lesa Ann whispered to herself, able to just barely hear her mother and brother fucking in the bathroom. "I've got to strike while my cunt's so hot and itchy I can't turn back!"
Lesa Ann walked past the bathroom door. It suddenly occurs to her that her mother was so courageous she would fuck her own son in a room neighboring the one her husband was in.
Gutsy, Lesa Ann thought. Damn gutsy to fuck her own son with her husband right next door!
Without knocking, Lesa Ann stepped into the room. She closed the door behind her, facing the door, afraid to see the expression on her father's face. Would he be angry with her for entering without knocking? And what about her coming to see him wearing only a pair of bikini panties and a rather lewdly torn sweatshirt?
The blonde turned slowly. Her sweatshirt was drooping down her left arm, showing one tit almost to the round, pink areola. She could feel her cunt-lips tingling with anticipation.
"Hi, Daddy," Lesa Ann said sheepishly. "I had to come to see you. I hope you don't mind."
Charlie looked at his daughter as he lay in bed. His eyes widened with interest. Since losing his job, and subsequently losing his house, he had been extremely depressed.. But now, his eyes trailing up and down her body, lingering over her naked legs, studying the loveliness of her face, he felt anything but depressed. Looking deep into Lesa Ann's light-brown eyes, Charlie was shocked by what he saw there.
It was lust in Lesa Ann's eyes. There was no denying it. His daughter was horny. And Charlie, who in his depression had stopped fucking Janet, was supremely horny. He was accustomed to fucking almost every day and Janet hadn't done anything for him in weeks. He felt his cock begin to twitch and elongate, and Charlie hoped Lesa Ann wouldn't notice his burgeoning prick beginning to tent up the blankets.
"Come closer," he whispered, fighting to keep the tension he felt out of his voice. "Tell me whatever it is you have to say."
Lesa Ann shivered as though she were cold. She walked slowly to her father's bed, sitting on the edge of it at his side, her knee propped up on the bed. Her cunt-lips were sizzling hot, and she could feel cunt-juice readying her tight cunt.
"I know things haven't been going very well for you lately, Daddy. But I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll always love you." Lesa Ann turned her eyes away from Charlie, swallowing the lump in her throat, battling with herself to speak the next sentence. "And I want to show you how much I love you.
Charlie couldn't believe his eyes and ears.
When Lesa Ann turned, her sweatshirt slipped down her arm a little more, almost to the elbow. As she twisted, one luscious, firm tit crept into view. The areola was pink and round, the nipple hard and distended, shaped almost like a pencil eraser. His cock leaped, standing up, getting harder by the second.
"Kiss me, Daddy," the girl whispered hoarsely, leaning over more.
Their lips touched softly, tenderly. Lesa Ann closed her eyes, her body burning with lust. She tasted the sweetness of her father's lips, then slithered her moist tongue into his mouth. His one arm looped lightly around her shoulders, puffing her down to him. Charlie's other hand went to her knee, moving slowly up the outside of her warm, smooth, naked thigh.
Lesa Ann shivered again, exploring Charlie's mouth with her tongue. She danced her tongue against her father's. The girl spread her knees wide, inviting Charlie's hand to move from the outside of her thigh to the inside. She literally felt pain in her cunt, hungering for the feel of his strong, masculine fingers probing the depths of her juicy cunt.
"Mmmmm I" Lesa Ann purred, nibbling on her father's lower lip, biting it gently. She held his face lightly in her hands, playing her tongue around his lips, tasting his tongue with her own.
The hand crept slowly up her trembling thigh, squeezing her strong leg. Lesa Ann dreamed of one day being a dancer, and her legs were femininely muscular. When Charlie's fingers finally reached her cunt-lips, pressing against her cunt and cut through her bikini panties, Lesa Ann gasped at the exquisite pleasure of it.
"Ohhhhh! Take me, Daddy!" Lesa Ann moaned, tossing her head up, throwing her messy blonde tresses down her back. "Command me! Let me know what you want of me."
Charlie slipped a hand between their bodies. Grabbing her one exposed tit, he pinched the nipple hard. His daughter squirmed in his embrace, groaning her approval of his almost harsh treatment. His cock was standing straight up now, throbbing with lust, ready to drive into the teenager's tight, juicy cunt.
Charlie rolled over, pinning his beautiful daughter to the bed. Looking down into her face, he found it difficult to believe that this was actually happening to him.
"You're so lovely," he whispered, a hand sliding between their bodies.
Lesa Ann shivered when Charlie's fingers pressed deep into her firm, smooth, seething cuntlips.
"Command me, Daddy," the blonde teenager purred. "Take me however you want me."
Lesa Ann was unprepared for her body's reaction to her father's experienced caresses. Fingers slipped into her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips and rubbing slickly against her lust hardened clit. She felt the bed rocking as Charlie pushed and kicked the blankets out of the way, then pushed his pajamas down to his knees.
She hungrily accepted Charlie's tongue into her mouth. Lesa Ann entwined her tongue with her father's, squirming beneath him, needing his bone-hard prick lancing into the tight, massaging channel of her hot cunt.
"Fuck me," the girl Whispered, unable to contain her raging lust.
Charlie jerked his daughter's panties down past the delicate curves of her hips, then down her thighs, forcing Lesa Ann to put her feet together. With her panties around her ankles and his knees on the outside of hers, he tried to force his huge cock into her cunt, which was made even tighter because she didn't have her legs spread for him.
"Wait!" Lesa Ann gasped, feeling the heat and hardness of her father's cock as it slipped between her clamped thighs.
The teenager squirmed until she had her legs spread wide for Charlie. She moaned uncontrollably as he grabbed his prick by the shaft and rubbed his cock-head up and down over her cunt-lips.
"Fuck me, Daddy!"
Lesa Ann couldn't speak once she felt her cunt-lips being wedged apart by the blunt, conical head of her father's prick. The exquisite pleasure of having her cunt filled with her own daddy's prick was more than she could calmly take.
"Awwwwww!" Charlie groaned, cramming half of his prick into his daughter's cunt on the first lunge.
Charlie pulled up until Lesa Ann's pink cuntlips were parted only by the Very tip of his prick. Looking down into her face, Charlie drove his prick into her cunt once again, this time embedding nearly all of his cock-meat in her cunt. As he drove his cock into Lesa Ann's cunt, he saw the ecstasy she kit gleaming in her eyes, and that made him moan with pleasure.
Lesa Ann purred softly as her father's prick pulled up, then came charging into her cunt once again. When she felt his heavy, cum-laden balls slap into the crevice of her ass-cheeks, she knew she had taken all of the cock-meat he had to give her.
Charlie pumped his hips with steadily increasing speed. He had gone too long without fucking Janet, and now that his cock was gliding back and forth between his own daughter's cunt-lips, he could feel his cum bubbling hotly inside his balls. It wouldn't take much for him to flood her sweet cunt with his cum.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" Lesa Ann whispered, pushing her fingers into his hair, looking up into his face.
Each time Charlie drove his cock into her cunt or pulled it out, the thickly veined shaft of his prick rubbed against the teenager's clit, heightening her pleasure, pushing her closer with each stroke to the brink of ecstasy. The sound of the rigid, throbbing cock driving into her juicy cunt delighted the lusty girl. She could feel Charlie's large, hairy balls slapping hotly against her ass-cheeks and occasionally against her asshole. For a moment Lesa Ann wondered what it would be like to take her own father's huge cock into her asshole, but then the thought made her tremble with fear. It would kill her- tear her apart-to take Charlie's club-like prick into her ass. Lesa Ann was certain of it.
Charlie brought his mouth to his daughter's. He kissed her fiercely, fusing his lips to hers. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her tongue. He slammed his crotch against hors, filling Lesa Ann's tight cunt with his mighty cock.
"Mmmmm," Lesa Ann purred, opening her mouth wide, taking Charlie's tongue in. She squeezed him close to her, her slender arms looped around his neck.
Charlie fucked his daughter furiously as his orgasm approached. He drove his cock into her tight cunt, pounding her into the bed. They rocked together, Lesa Ann passionately accepting each heated thrust of cock-meat into her cunt. She literally bounced on the bed under the impact of Charlie's cunt-stretching thrusts of cock-meat.
"Awwwww!" Charlie groaned, feeling his balls beginning to burn with the need to spill their thick wad of win.
He shoved his daughter's gray sweater up above her tits. He mauled his daughter's tits, pressing his fingers into the mounds, flattening them against her ribs. His tongue danced with Lesa Ann's as his cock drove to the depths of her sweet, juicy cunt.
Lesa Ann turned her face away from her father. The excitement ripping through her body was so great it was difficult for her to breathe. She moaned, her blonde, wavy hair spilling across her face as she bounced on the bed, rocking from the impact of her father's pelvis slamming hard against her own.
"Cum, Daddy," the teenager whispered breathlessly. "Cum on my tummy! I want to watch you cum!"
It was as though the words were the final straw to Charlie's resistance. He pushed his upper body off his daughter, slamming his prick into her cunt one final time. When he withdrew his cock completely from her cunt, Lesa Ann grabbed his turgid prick with both hands.
"Cum! Cum!" she hissed urgently, pounding the prick of her father's cock. The shaft was slick and moist with her own cunt-juice.
Lesa Ann felt the cock expand in her fists. She stared with wide, glassy eyes, at his pricktip. When the white streams of cum exploded from Charlie's cock-head, Lesa Ann almost came herself.
The sticky streams of cum blasted from Charlie's pisshole, delighting Lesa Ann. The first wad of cum flipped through the air and landed between her tits, sticking to her flesh. The cum was warm, gooey, heating the girl's excitement to a fever pitch. The rest of Charlie's cum spurted from his balls and through the long shank of his cock to splatter on Lesa Ann's stomach.
"Awwwww! Eeeaaahhh!" Charlie groaned, watching his cum pooling in his own daughter's navel.
Lesa Ann continued to pound on Charlie's cock until she was absolutely certain he had detonated all the cum he held in his balls. With the pad of her thumb, she rubbed a final drop of cum from Charlie's pisshole, then lewdly licked the cum off her thumb.
"Mmmmm I" Lesa Ann purred contentedly, swirling the single drop of cum around in her mouth with her tongue to savor its taste before swallowing it. "Your cum is delicious. Salty and delicious."
Now that Charlie had cum, he could think more clearly. He looked at his daughter, shaking his head slowly in amazement. He had cum between her tits, and her stomach was criss crossed with lines of white cum. The triangular thatch of cunt-hair surrounding her delicate cunt was matted with blobs of his cum.
"You'd... better. . . leave now," Charlie said, sounding a bit out of breath as he rolled over, getting off his daughter.
"Do I have to, Daddy? I want to stay here with you tonight."
"You'd better leave right away. What would happen if your mother came in here?"
Lesa Ann realized it was impossible for her to sleep with her father, no matter how much she wanted to spend the entire night with him. Very gingerly she sat up, pulling her sweater down over her tits and cum-splattered stomach. She pulled her panties on and got to her feet.
"Good night, Daddy," Lesa Ann whispered, tiptoeing toward the bedroom door. "Sleep tight."
Even before the blonde was out of her father's bedroom, she was already plotting on ways to seduce him again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lesa Ann closed the door to her father's bedroom quietly. She wasn't sure, but she thought her mother and brother were still in the bathroom. The girl wished Janet would get out so that she could wash the cum off her stomach. Though the cum had been heavenly when it first splattered between her tits and made lines of white goo on her stomach and her cunt-bush, the cum was now cold and felt clammy.
Looking at the bed at the top of the stairs, Lesa Ann saw the sleeping form of her sister. Alana was stunning. She had a body more like Janet's-big hips and big tits and all sorts of womanly curves. Sometimes Lesa Ann was envious of her sister, but she wasn't right then. Not when her cunt was still tingling from taking her own father's big cock between her cunt-lips.
"Mmmmm!" Lesa Ann purred, wondering what she should do next. She didn't feel like sleeping. She was still too horny. If she went to bed now, sleeping with Alana, she'd end up trying to seduce her sister. And though the thought of making it with another girl wasn't without its fascination for Lesa Ann, she doubted that the prim and proper Alana would go for it.
She heard a sound at the bathroom door. Quickly, moving quietly as a cat, Lesa Ann raced to her bed and slipped under the blankets beside Alana. Through her eyelashes, pretending to be asleep, she watched Mitchell-in his underwear-walk out of the bathroom. Janet remained inside.
Lesa Ann closed her eyes. She could feel the cum beginning to dry on her skin. Tomorrow she would take a shower and get it off her. For now it was something she discovered she enjoyed. The cum was her father's, and he had given it to her. Even if it was now dry and caked on her skin, the cum pleased her.
Lesa Ann awoke horny. It was as though during the night her body had been simmering with passion. Now that she was awake, the memories of fucking her own father came flooding back, turning her on, making her cunt-lips tingle with the need for cock-meat.
She blinked her eyes several times until her vision cleared. Looking around, she once again familiarized herself with her surroundings. It bothered her that she had no privacy, that the double bed she shared with Alana was at the top of the stairs where everyone had to walk past.But then something changed for Lisa Ann. She kicked her feet over the edge of the bed. Her sweater had slipped down her left arm to the elbow, and one pink-tipped tit was in view. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see one of her brothers-Lesa Ann wasn't exactly sure which one-looking at her.
Pretending that she was still mostly asleep and unaware that she was being watched, Lesa Ann rubbed her eyes and mussed her hair with her fingers until it looked erotically disheveled. She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the eyes on her body.
Lesa Ann's body was itching for excitement. Knowing that she was being watched was turning her on. Her clit was tingling with excitement.
Bracing herself, the horny teenager grabbed the bottom hem of her sweater and very, very slowly-almost like a striptease-pulled it over her head. She heard the gasp of surprise from her brother as she bared both of her luscious, perfectly shaped tits.
It wasn't enough to just show off her tits. Lesa Ann needed to show it all. She squirmed out of her bikini panties, turning slightly on the bed so her brother could see better, spreading her legs to display her tingling, pink-lipped cunt.
Rising pretending to be just barely awake, the girl took her robe from the foot of her bed and walked to the bathroom.
He'll be waiting for me! Lesa Ann thought as she closed the door to the bathroom, finally allowing herself to smile devilishly. I don't know which brother that was, but he'll be waiting for "We've got to be quiet," Lesa Ann whispered, looking up into Jonas' face.
The boy just nodded, his hands busy untying Lesa Ann's robe. Opening the garment, he sighed softly, his fingers finding her nipples. Jonas rolled the lit-tips gently and his sister purred with contentment.
"You knew I was watching you, didn't you?" At first Lesa Ann tried to pretend she didn't know what Jonas was talking about. But the lust coursing through her veins was too powerful. The truth of her horniness was too evident in her clear, brown eyes. She nodded her head, sending her blonde hair fluffing around her cheeks.
"I thought so," Jonas said after his sister nodded. "You're going to have to be punished for that."
Lesa Ann trembled, her hands on her brother's shoulders as he tweaked her tingling nipples, spreading the fire of lust throughout her body. She was glad it was Jonas who had been spying on her. He had a bedroom-albeit a small one-all to himself. If it had been Mitchell watching her, she wouldn't have had any place private to go. Mitchell shared a small bedroom with Peter.
"What is my punishment?" Lesa Ann asked barely able to keep the excitement and anticipation she felt out of her tone. It was nearly impossible for her to keep from tearing off Jonas' underwear. She knew he had an enormous prick.
Jonas chuckled softly, pulling down on his older sister's nipples until her face grimaced with discomfort.
"Get on your knees," he whispered through clenched teeth, trying hard to sound commanding. "And don't even think about disobeying me. You're a cock-teaser, and as such, you must do as your told."
Lesa Ann smoothed her robe out around her knees, sitting on the backs of her heels. Jonas' cock, bone hard and ready for action, hovered near her face. She could almost taste his cock. Her mouth salivated with hunger for it.
"Play with yourself," Jonas whispered, releasing his sister's elongated, pink nipples. "You've been bad. I'm not even going to touch you. Play with yourself."
Jonas grabbed his eleven-inch cock and started to stroke it, watching Lesa Ann as she played with her tits for a moment, then concentrated on her cunt. A sly, lusty smile spread across his face as he watched Lesa Ann slip her middle finger between the glistening, petal-like cunt-lips.
"Maybe some day-if you're really good- I'll let you suck my cock," he whispered, giving himself a hand-job. "And maybe, if you're really nice to me, I'll fuck you. But you don't deserve to have my cock yet. You're just a cockteaser, so you've got to be punished."
It was hell for Lesa Ann to be on her knees in front of that huge, meaty, delicious-looking cock and not be able to suck it. She wished that Jonas would throw her down, spread her legs wide, and ram that meaty prick to the hilt into her cunt. But he wasn't going to do that. Instead he was turning the tables on her, turning her on without giving her what she so desperately needed.
She stared at Jonas' cock-head. It was big, but not particularly wider than her own father's. But Jonas' prick was much longer than Charlie's. Lesa Ann drove her middle finger into her cunt until her palm pressed against her cunt lips and clit.
"Ohhhh!" the girl sighed, her eyes glazing over as she finger-fucked herself, staring at her brother's magnificent cock and the strong hand that moved smoothly over the throbbing cock-shaft.
The girl's finger was glistening with cuntjuice. Lesa Ann's hand moved back and forth between her wide-spread thighs. She rubbed her clit and moaned, licking her lips, wishing Jonas would feed his huge cock to her.
"Please let me suck you," Lesa Ann whispered, puckering her lips to kiss her brother's cock-head. When she tried, Jonas pulled his cock away from her, out of range. "Come on, this isn't fair. I want to suck your cock."
"You haven't earned the right," Jonas said, surprising himself at his own confidence. Since his own mother had stroked his cock and showered him with praises, his confidence had been soaring.
Lesa Ann watched the way her brother's balls swung back and forth between his strong thighs as he fisted his prick. She ran the tip of her tongue round her mouth to moisten her dry lips.
"Ohhhhh! You do look pretty like that," Jonas whispered.
Lesa Ann fingered herself faster. She rubbed her clit firmly, sliding the full length of her finger over the red-hot nub. Warm, smooth cunt-juice trickled into her thrashing palm, oozing between her other fingers.
"Ahhhh!" Lesa Ann cooed softly, sticking her tongue out lewdly, trying to get a quick taste of her brother's prick but failing.
As she fingered herself, Lesa Ann's tits jiggled tautly. With her left hand she alternately pinched one throbbing nipple, then the other. All her senses were so heightened that even the touch of her own fingers was thoroughly erotic, amazingly satisfying.
When the horny teenager tried once again to capture Jonas's cock-head between her lips to suck on it, he growled and struck her across the face with his prick. Lesa Ann gasped.
"Ohhh! Don't tease me like this," the girl whispered, her hand still flying between her slender thighs, pumping the single finger into her cunt.
Jonas groaned softly, listing the shaft of his cock a little faster. Holding his prick by the very base, he struck his beautiful sister's face with his prick-tip again.
The boy's cock-head hit Lesa Ann's cheek and she tossed her head to the side, gasping softly. Jonas groaned, enjoying the way, his sister reacted. Even though he knew she was exaggerating the force of his cock-head hitting her face, it really turned him on to club her with his prick.
"Yeah! Take this, you cock-sucker!" Jonas whispered, wishing he sounded more angry.
Lesa Ann couldn't explain why she was enjoying getting beaten with her brother's cock. It was humiliating for her to be on her knees finger-fucking herself while he jerked off and hit her on the face with his cock-head. But she loved it. She loved every second of it, and she could feel her orgasm quickly approaching, "Ohhhhh! I think I'm going to cum," Lesa Ann whispered, not sure if cumming was what her brother wanted her to do. Maybe he would punish her by not letting her cum. She wasn't certain, and she didn't want to do anything that would displease him-not when he had the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life, and her entire desire centered on the notion that one day she would know what it was like to take all eleven inches of Jonas's incredible prick into her cunt.
Lesa Ann's vision blurred drastically as she felt the cunt-juice trickling more freely from her superheated cunt. The muscles throughout her body tensed, and for what seemed like hours, though it was really only a couple seconds, she hung in an emotional quandary, not quite cumming but unable to stop herself.
When the cum began flooding out of her cunt, Lesa Ann tipped her head back, gasping in ecstasy. The warm cum gushed out of her cunt, trickling into her palm. She crammed a second finger into her tight cunt, jerking her hand rapidly back and forth to keep the friction continuing against her red-hot clit.
Lesa Ann could feel her brother's cock-head biting her cheeks, first the right and then the left, but she didn't try to escape the blows or exaggerate their force. Her mouth was open, her tongue lolling obscenely between her lips as she whimpered softly in the throes of her self induced orgasm.
"Ug!" Jonas grunted, jerking hard on his cock.
The boy had the underside of his cock-head against Lesa Ann's chin when his balls pulled up tight between his thighs, then detonated their rich wad of cum. The first spurting eruption of cum blasted between Lesa Ann's lips, splattering against the roof of her mouth. Some cum missed her mouth, shooting upward, splashing over her cheek, eyelid and forehead.
Lesa Ann trembled but made no move to get away from the deluge of cum that rained down upon her lovely, innocent-looking face. She kept her eyes closed as cum lanced from her brother's cock-head, sticking to her eyelids and forehead, matting in her blonde hair.
"Awwwwww!" Jonas groaned, watching a spurt of sticky, thick white cum splash onto his sister's tongue. His balls erupted mightily, and Jonas continued to fist his cock-shaft. He lowered his cum and a blast of turn hit his sister's neck, trickling down the front of her body. Another blast of cum hit her on the temple when she turned her face slightly to one side.
Shivering, her hand a blur between her thighs as she finger-fucked herself, Less Ann was only dimly aware of the cum that rained down upon her. She lowered her face, closing her mouth, tasting the cum that had shot against her tongue. With her chin nearly touching her chest, she felt her hair fluff suddenly, and Lesa Ann knew that Jonas had blasted a steam of cum into her blonde tresses.
The girl's cunt-lips contracted one last time around her two invading fingers, and the last of her cunt-juice trickled from her cunt.
Lesa Ann shivered, taking her fingers out of her cunt. She placed her hands on her thighs, breathing deeply, trying to regain her composure, feeling the own trickling down her cheeks.
He came on my face! the stunning teenager thought. Lesa Ann didn't know if she should curse her brother. Something inside her said that it was wrong for him to jerk off on her face. But his words had turned her on, and he had made her finger fuck herself until she tingled all over with pleasure and experienced that heady afterglow that came with enjoying an all consuming orgasm.
"That should teach you not to tease me," Jonas said, wiping a final, sticky drop of cum off his cock-head into his sister's blonde hair.
Lesa Ann's head was down, cum trickling down her face, when the door to Jonas's bedroom opened.
CHAPTER SIX
Using a sheet, Lesa Ann quickly wiped off her face. She felt thoroughly humiliated, so embarrassed with all the cum on her cute, innocent-looking face that she was oblivious to the fact that her robe was untied. Mitchell had an unhindered view of her luscious tits and pink, moist cunt-lips.
"How long has this been going on?" Mitchell asked, closing the door behind himself.
Lesa Ann wheeled around to face Mitchell, her face ashen with fear. Would he tell anyone what he'd seen? The thought of Mitchell telling her mother was an altogether frightening one. And what would Daddy think? Janet didn't know that she'd fucked Charlie. Would Janet flip out if she discovered her darling husband had fucked Lesa Ann?
"Don't," Lesa Ann whispered, hoping that one word would explain everything. "Please, Mitchell, can't you just let this one go?"
Lesa Ann saw the direction of her brother's gaze. Mitchell was looking at her high, firm, pink-nippled tits. The girl angrily pulled her robe tightly around her body, tying the sash securely around her waist to keep the robe closed.
"It was just something that happened," Lesa Ann whispered to Mitchell. She was pleased to see that Jonas looked a little embarrassed, too. "Don't tell anyone about it, okay?"
"Maybe. Maybe I won't tell anyone, and maybe I will." Mitchell hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his jeans. His eyes studied Lesa Ann's face for some reaction to his words. "What I do depends on what you do, I guess."
It wasn't difficult for the teenager to know what Mitchell had in mind. One look in his eyes and Lesa Ann had no doubt at all what her brother wanted.
There was a long silence. Lesa Ann looked at Mitchell, then over at Jonas. Finger-fucking herself into an orgasm had been delightful, but the burning hunger-that craving to have her cunt-lips stretching around a bone-hard prick- was still with her.
Without saying a word, Lesa Ann untied her robe. She opened it slowly, showing her brothers the front of her body. Her beautifully shaped tits rose and fell with her slow, deep breathing.
She turned slowly away from Mitchell, then knelt on the edge of the bed. Lesa Ann bent over so that her tits touched the blankets. The creamy moons of he; asscheeks were up high. She shook her hips slowly from side to side, invitingly.
"Go ahead, Mitchell. I know you want to fuck me, so go ahead and fuck me."
Lesa Ann closed her eyes, shocked at the words that were coming from her mouth. She shivered with desire, kneeling at the edge of the bed, waiting impatiently for the ecstasy of taking her own brother's cock to the depths of her sweet, hot cunt.
Mitchell chuckled softly, unzipping his pants to bring his cock out. His eyes devoured Lesa Ann's body. He wanted to get down on his knees and lick her cunt and asshole, but Mitchell was afraid of what Jonas would think of that type of behavior.
His cock wasn't completely hard yet, though it was quite long and stiff.
"How about a bit of head first, huh? A little blow-job for your brother?"
Lesa Ann didn't say anything. She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her ass twitching from side to side. She didn't want to suck his cock and she surely didn't need him cumming all over her face. All Lesa Ann wanted was the heavenly sensation that taking Mitchell's cock into her hot, tight cunt would give her.
Thinking she should put up at least some sign of protest, she said, "Let's get this over with as quickly as possible, okay?"
Lesa Ann didn't believe her own words, and she knew that neither of her brothers believed her. The lust was in her tone, clear and unmistakable. The girl put her hands beneath her tits, palms upward. She pressed her palms against her tits, digging her fingers deep into the creamy, tingling mounds of sweet flesh.
"Ohhhhhh! Come on, Mitchell, fuck me,"
Lesa Ann murmured lustily.
Mitchell stepped up behind his sister, holding his fist tightly around the base of his cock. He rubbed his prick-tip up and down over Lesa Ann's cunt-lips, groaning softly as he did this. By the time his cock-head was moist, with her cunt-juice, Mitchell's prick was hard as a rock and ready for action.
Lesa Ann felt the sponginess of her brother's cock-head pushing against her cunt-lips. Purring her contentment, she shivered as the warmth of Mitchell's cock-meat passed throughout her body. When the pressure became stronger, Lesa Ann gasped as the mushroomed head of her brother's cock forced her cunt-lips apart.
"Awwwwww!" Mitchell groaned, taking his hand away from the shaft of his prick.
The boy's legs were quivering as he stood at the edge of the bed. Mitchell had his hands curled around Lesa Ann's hipbones. His eyes were glazed as he stared at the throbbing shaft of his cock pushing between her ass-cheeks, driving slowly deeper into his sister's hot, tight cunt.
The underside of Mitchell's prick rubbed against Lesa Ann's clit. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, biting her lip to keep from crying out with ecstasy. Though Mitchell's cock wasn't fully embedded in her cunt yet, Lesa Ann's lust-fogged mind imagined that his prick was as huge as a telephone pole. For a moment she thought she might cum even before he had driven all of his cock into the tight, massaging channel of her cunt."Ohhhhh!" Mitchell sighed.
He pulled back until he saw the thick ridge of his cock-head slide out between his sister's pink cunt-lips, then drove into her again, pushing harder on the second thrust, plowing all but an inch of his shaft into her sweet cunt.
Jonas, standing beside Mitchell, watched the cock gliding back and forth, sinking full-length into Lesa Ann's cunt. From the side, he could see her massaging her tits, pinching and twisting her cherry nipples, pleasing herself as Mitchell filled her cunt with his charging cock.
She's a hot one, Jonas thought. Damn hot! Just like Mom! Lesa Ann and Mom are both horny as hell!
As he watched Lesa Ann trembling with desire, and saw the satisfaction Mitchell felt written all over his face, Jonas began wishing he hadn't jerked off. Now, with his prick twitching a little and coming back to life, he was thinking it might have been more fun to fuck Lesa Ann. Would her cunt be as tight as Janet's? Jonas couldn't really was the comparison because he hadn't fucked his mother-at least not yet. But somehow he could just tell that Janet's cunt would really make him cum hard, draining his balls thoroughly.
Jonas's cock twitched a bit more, hanging between his legs. He wondered what it would be like to have both Janet and Lesa Ann on their knees, each sucking his cock, fighting for his compliments, each wanting to be thought of as able to give the best blow-job. The thought brought his enormous prick to full erection.
Mitchell drove his cock into the teenager's cunt until his torso slapped hotly against Lesa Ann's pale, creamy ass-cheeks. Mitchell ground himself against his sister, holding her tightly by the hips, letting her cunt-muscles squeeze and knead all of his prick. His balls throbbed pleasantly, the cum simmering inside the massive, egg-shaped orbs.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Lesa Ann purred, twisting both of her nipples.
She rubbed her ass-cheeks against Mitchell's strong, lean body, feeling his cock moving around inside her cunt, tingling her cunt-lips.
Mitchell withdrew his cock and Lesa Ann sighed softly, disapprovingly. She didn't like it when he took his cock out of her cunt. It was only when his red-hot column of cock-meat was stuffing her juicy cunt that she really felt good.
The lusty teenager was dissatisfied for only a second. Hardly had Mitchell pulled back, before he thrust his hips forward again, sinking all of his raging hard-an into her cunt, driving into her until his cum-churning balls swung crazily between his legs and his body collided solidly with the girl's warm, taut ass-cheeks.
"Fuck me, Mitchell," Lesa Ann whispered, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut as she concentrated only on what it felt like to have her juicy cunt filled with her own brother's cock. "Oh, please! Fuck me! Fuck me! You make me feel so good when you fuck me!"
She could hear her brother's cock pumping in and out of her cunt. The slick cunt-juice was oozing to her cunt-lips, lubricating the shaft and head of Mitchell's cock. Each time he skewered her deeply with his cock, Lesa Ann moaned a little more. Her hard, tingling clit was on fire with lust, and that fire was getting hotter with each move of her brother's thick, bone-hard prick.
It no longer seemed strange to Lesa Ann that she was fucking one brother while another brother watched her. She wasn't aware of her surroundings, or that just outside the bedroom she had a sister who was sleeping. Lesa Ann wasn't afraid that one of her parents might hear her pleas of ecstasy. Nothing mattered to her but Mitchell's club-like cock sinking into her cunt and rubbing against her clit. Her rapidly approaching orgasm consumed her senses, blinding her to everything but her own pleasure.
"You're...going to...make me... cum," Lesa Ann whispered between thrusts of cock-meat into her cunt.
Whenever Mitchell filled her cunt with his cock, she found it impossible to speak. The heavenly sensation of having her own brother's cock in her cunt was too powerful for her.
Mitchell used his thumbs to pry Lesa Ann's ass-cheeks apart a little. He saw her tight asshole and wondered if she was the type of girl who liked having her ass fucked. Mitchell had never ass-fucked before. As he crammed his cock into Lesa Ann's cunt, he wondered if she would cry out if he suddenly uncorked his prick from her cunt and then drove it hard into her asshole.
"Don't stop! Fuck me, Mitchell! Ahhhhhh!"
Lesa Ann's impassioned words forced all thoughts of ass-fucking her out of Mitchell's mind. He could worry another time about driving his cock into her ass. Right now her cunt was too blissfully erotic, too hot and tight and juicy, for him to think of anything else. Holding onto her hips tightly, he drove his cock hard into her cunt, jerking Lesa Ann back, forcing her to meet his cunt-stretching thrust.
For the teenager, it felt as though Mitchell were driving his cock right through her entire body. She shivered, her fingers and thumbs working over her nipples and digging deep into her tits. Her clit blazed with lust. The girl's cunt-lips squeezed more tightly around the thrusting, undulating shank of her brother's charging cock.
"Awwwwwww!" Lesa Ann groaned, then forced herself to remain silent.
Her ears were ringing, and bright lights flashed in her mind. A moment later her stomach began to spasm and her cunt flexed around Mitchell's driving cock.., and Lesa Ann began cumming, her slick cunt-juice gushing from her cunt.
Mitchell's balls suddenly got hot and wet with cum. His jaws clenched tight. Driving his cock into Lesa Ann's cunt, he tried to ignore how fantastic it felt to have her cunt flexing around his prick. Of course, he couldn't. It felt too amazingly erotic to be fucking his teenage sister for Mitchell to remain calm.
The boy plunged his cock deeply into Lesa Ann's cunt. His balls slapped against her curly cunt-bush then detonated, exploding in a fountain of cum that splashed straight up her cunt.
"Awwwwwwww! Uh! Uh!" Mitchell groaned, his knuckles turning white as he squeezed his sister's hips, fucking her cunt furiously as his cum flooded into her cunt.
The pungent eruption of cum into her body heightened Lesa Ann's pleasure. She didn't quite come down from one orgasm before another one ripped through her body, making her twitch and jerk with pleasure. The cock rocketed back and forth, tugging at her cuntlips, rubbing against her sizzling, exploding clit. Each blast of creamy cum into her cunt made Lesa Ann's body cunt yet another spurt of cum.
"Awwwwwww!" Mitchell groaned, driving his cock full-length into his sister's cunt as the last of his cum trickled from his pisshole.
He pushed Lesa Ann forward and she did not resist the move. The blonde lay on the bed, her hands still cupping her sensitive tits. Mitchell stretched out on top of her, his cock still inside her cunt. He kissed her cheek, his chest heaving, his weight pressing her deeper into the mattress.
"Oh, Mitchell," Lesa Ann whispered.
Jonas, standing beside the bed, looked at his brother and sister. His eleven-inch prick was standing straight out, rigid and ready to drive into Lesa Ann's cunt. His eyes drank in the lovely sight before him. There was Lesa Ann, her legs spread slightly, Mitchell on top of her. Her feet dangled over the edge of the bed.
"I've got to fuck you now," Jonas said, his voice sounding like he was in a trance of lust. "I'm sorry, Lesa Ann, I know you've been through a lot. But I've got to fuck you now."
Lest Cum couldn't believe her ears. Mitchell was still on top of her, his cock slowly getting soft inside her cunt, and Jonas was saying he had to fuck her.
"Don't you ever get enough? Aren't you ever satisfied?"
Lesa Ann felt Mitchell roll off her. She moaned sadly when his cock was withdrawn from her still-tingling cunt.
She had to negotiate her way out of this one. Lesa Ann had finger-fucked herself into one orgasm, then got so thoroughly fucked she came several more times. She just didn't have the energy left to fuck Jonas. Not when his cock was as big and hard as it was.
"We've got to talk," the blonde whispered, remaining on her stomach on the bed, looking at Jonas. "Listen to me, Jonas, we've got to talk."
"Yeah. Right. Sure."
Lena Ann didn't have the strength left to fight Jonas off. She was rolled onto her back. He got onto the bed, grabbing her by the ankles, raising her feet so they were on his shoulders. His colossal prick touched her cunt lips, then skewered full-length into her cunt.
The invasion of so much cock-meat into her cunt on a single lunge took Lena Ann's breath away. She shivered on the bed as. Jonas went at it, fucking her with long, harsh strokes, filling her cunt with his incredible prick...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet awoke with the certain knowledge that she was going to get fucked before the sun went down. She woke up horny. Very, very horny. The memories of the things she had done the previous night with Mitchell and Jonas came flooding back to her in a tidal wave of eroticism. Her clit tingled delightfully, and her cunt-lips were moist with cunt-juice.
It wouldn't take much to set her off. Janet was sure of that. Just the slightest, littlest thing would make her a cock-hungry, ravenous slut and she knew it and accepted it.
Slipping soundlessly out of bed, she looked at Charlie. He continued to sleep peacefully. Janet still loved her husband. She loved him passionately and with all her heart. But he wasn't giving her his cock, and that's what she needed the most right then.
If I can't get fucked by you, she thought, then I'll fuck your sons. They know how to give me what I need!
Janet selected her clothes carefully, wanting to look sexy without being obvious that she was looking to get laid. She chose her best matching lingerie-a maroon lace bra that was very sheer and pretty, with bikini panties that hugged her full, feminine hips. Along with those she took out maroon silk stockings with a matching garter-belt.
Finally she chose a bright red satin blouse that was loose, yet showed the fullness of her succulent, fuckable tits, and a knee-length white skirt that had buttons running down the front which enabled Janet to show off as much of her legs as she liked.
When Janet stepped out of the bedroom, she was ready to get fucked, even though it was only a little after seven o'clock in the morning.
Looking at the king-size bed at the top of the stairway, she saw that Lesa Ann was already up and about. Only Alana, Janet's sweet, quiet daughter, remained curled up beneath the blankets, sleeping peacefully.
Janet could not look at the kitchen again without remembering how she had satisfied Jonas's extraordinarily large cock. Janet sighed softly, feeling her panties get moist with her cunt-juice.
The lusty mother made a pot of coffee, sitting at the small kitchen table until the coffee was brewed. Pouring herself a cup, she stepped over to the back door. It looked like it would shape up to be a beautiful morning. Janet hoped one cunt filled with a bone-hard cock.
There was something devilishly exciting about fucking her own sons, about getting down on her knees and filling her mouth and throat with their cocks. Janet never realized she lusted so much for her sons until she discovered how hard they could make her cum.
Glancing down at her big tits, she saw that her thoughts had made her nipples hard. Janet smiled. She didn't mind having her nipples on display. The bra did little or nothing to conceal her erect nipples, and the sheer satin blouse showed off their dramatic, sweeping curves.
"Oh.. . good morning."
Janet turned around to see who had walked into the kitchen. It was Mitchell. His cheeks were flushed a little, and Janet wondered if he were embarrassed about seeing her after fucking her last night in the bathroom. Janet hoped he wasn't embarrassed. The last thing in the world she wanted was for her sons to be frightened of seeing her.
"Good morning," Janet replied. "Did you sleep well?"
Mitchell nodded his head. His eyes drank in his mother's beauty. She looked as striking and erotic as he could imagine. He wondered if she could tell that he had fucked Lesa Ann just a little while earlier, then dismissed the notion. Janet knew a lot, but she couldn't know everything that was happening. If she did, he suspected he would get a strong cursing out from her for fucking Lesa Ann.
Janet's eyes caught her son's. For a moment they remained motionless and silent, looking into each other's eyes, the communication between them unspoken but crystal clear.
Janet set her cup on the table, then tuned her back to Mitchell. She wouldn't fuck him in the kitchen. Last night she had gotten lucky when she gave Jonas the blow-job without being caught, or so she thought, but she wasn't willing to take that kind of risk again.
With her hand on the door knob, she asked softly, "Would you like to go someplace for breakfast? Just you and me?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"Ohhhhh! Mitchell, I'm going to drive right off the road if you keep teasing me like that!" Janet hissed as she drove down the freeway.
Janet's white skirt was completely unbuttoned, except for the very top one. Mitchell had his hand between her legs, her bikini panties pushed away, two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips and gliding against her clit.
Janet blinked her eyes, fighting to clear her vision. It was ecstasy having Mitchell's fingers driving into her cunt, and she could hardly wait to have his big cock where his fingers were right now. But she couldn't just pull over to the side of the freeway. As lusty as Janet was, she was not going to risk being caught by the Highway Patrol.
"You've got the best body in the whole world!" Mitchell hissed, driving his fingers to the fist into Janet's hot, wet cunt.
As she drove, Janet unbuttoned her blouse down almost to the waistband of her skirt. She pulled her blouse around her tits, then tugged one lacy cup down so that her tit burst into view. Instantly, Mitchell's hot lips were surrounding her areola, his teeth and tongue scraping against the tingling, lust-hardened nipple.
"Awwwww! Mitchell, you make me so horny!" Janet confessed. "I never knew you were such a stud!"
Janet turned down the exit ramp. She wasn't certain where she was going, and she really didn't care as long as she found someplace private where she could finally fuck her son. Thinking of fucking in the back seat brought a sultry smile to Janet's face. She hadn't fucked in a car since she and Charlie were just kids.
Janet turned down a residential road, then down an alley. She switched off the ignition and turned to her son. Janet melted into Mitchell's strong arms.
"Oh, Mitchell... "Janet murmured before fusing her lips to her son's.
She kissed Mitchell, boldly thrusting her tongue between his lips. The taste of her son's tongue made Janet's cunt-lips tingle excitedly. She twirled her tongue around Mitchell's, twisting in the seat, groping between his legs to get to his delicious cock.
Very quickly, Mitchell unfastened the final button of his mother's white skirt, then took it off completely. He tried to work her panties down her legs, but Janet couldn't move enough to get her legs together. Angry, so horny he could not be patient, Mitchell growled and ripped the panties off his mother's hips.
"Ouch!" Janet squealed as the panties bit into the sweet flesh of her ass-cheeks before tearing away.
Though Mitchell was being very forceful with her, Janet loved it. Knowing that she could turn a stud on so greatly that he couldn't control himself, let Janet know that she was still extremely sexy, even if she was approaching forty years old.
Janet fumbled with her son's zipper, practically ripping open his slacks in her haste to get his cock out where she could do something with it. When she curled her fingers around the throbbing shank of Mitchell's prick, Janet moaned loudly.
"Fuck me, my son," the big-titted woman hissed, not caring that she was in an alley where someone-perhaps en route to work-might catch her fucking her own flesh and blood.
Mitchell pushed his mother away. At first Janet had a disapproving look on her face, clearly thinking that the boy had lost interest in her body. But when he shoved her roughly against the inside of the driver's side door, then grabbed her knees and spread them wide apart, Janet knew she was in for a good time.
"Yessssss!" she purred, tugging down the other cup of her bra so both tits were out in the open for Mitchell's hungry mouth to devour. "Eat my cunt, Mitchell. I want to feel my own son's cock pushing into my cunt!"
Mitchell slipped down in the seat, raising and spreading his mother's knees just a little more. Janet was twisted sideways in the front seat. Her right foot was up on the top of the seat's backrest; Janet's left foot was on the floor of the car.
"Awwwwwww!" she moaned in ecstasy when Mitchell placed his mouth to her juicy cunt-lips.
With very little preliminary action, Mitchell crammed his tongue into Janet's cunt. He dragged his tongue through the tight crevice of her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips as he worked his way slowly up toward her clit. While tongue fucking her, his fingers played over the sensitive flesh of her ass-cheeks and thighs. Even through her thigh-high stockings, the touch of her own son's fingers to her body was electrifying to Janet.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Mitchell crooned, shivering with lust, his cock standing out from his body and his slacks pushed down to his knees. He stuffed his tongue into his mother's cunt until his lips nuzzled her clit. Mitchell's arms were wrapped around Janet's thighs, the fingertips very close to the entrance to her turgid cunt.
"Yesssss! Oh, yesssss! That's it, my darling," Janet moaned, resting her head on top of the open window of the sedan.
"Mwmmmm!" the teenager slurped, sucking his mother's clit between his lips, applying a tender suction as his tongue whipped across the sizzling nub of fiery, feminine flesh.
Janet placed a hand on the back of her son's head. Whimpering with joy, she pulled him toward her cunt, forcing Mitchell's mouth to press hard against her cunt-lips. The boy's tongue skewered Janet's cunt-lips, spreading the pink petals, tantalizing the woman's senses.
Opening her eyes, Janet stared at the sky overhead. It was a bright, clear, blue morning, a morning for her to spread her wings and experiment. Shivering, her legs spread obscenely wide, she held tightly onto Mitchell's head as he tongue-fucked her.
"Mmmmmm!" Mitchell moaned, pushing his tongue as deep into his mother's cunt as he could get it. He wished that she would let go of his head so he had more mobility, but he made no move to knock her hand away.
"Eat me! Lick my cunt!" Janet gasped.
She closed her eyes, feeling the sun on her face. Mitchell rubbed her clit with his lips, and she flinched at the shockingly erotic sensation of it. Janet's son licked her clit with such expertise it was both exciting and surprising.
Janet let herself enjoy the situation, not caring where she was or with whom. The only thing that mattered was her cunt and the fact that she was getting tongue-fucked amazingly well.
"Mmmmmm!" Mitchell slurped, cramming his tongue as deeply into his mother's cunt as he could possibly get it. "Your cunt tastes so good."
Janet, with the back of her neck against the window, purred softly. She raised her hands and cupped her huge, creamy, exposed tits. Janet pinched her nipples rather hard, enjoying the burning sensation that came from her nipples.
"Ohhhhhh!" Janet sighed.
Part of her hungered for the blissful sensation of having her own son's rigid, fiery prick driving like a jackhammer in her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips wide. But Janet didn't want to ask her son to do anything that would take his thrashing tongue out of her cunt. Each time he whipped ha red-hot clit with his tongue, she was driven closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel her pleasure mounting, and Janet could tell that it wouldn't be long before Mitchell tongued her into a hard, satisfying orgasm.
When the boy thrust two fingers into her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips farther apart as his tongue flashed across her clit, Janet's moist red lips opened. She did not make a sound as her cum gushed from her overheated cunt, splashing onto her son's lips and tongue.
"Mmmmmmm!" Mitchell slurped, his hand a blur as he finger-fucked his mother's cunt, sucking passionately on her erupting cunt to get as much of her cum on his tongue as he possibly could.
Janet felt as if her blood were boiling. She shook with powerful spasms in the front seat of the car, her erupting clit continually being whipped and tantalized by her son's hungry, probing tongue.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed softly as the last of her cunt-juice streamed out of her cunt. "Yesssss! Oh, my darling Mitchell, that felt sooooo good!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It seemed so strange to Janet to be searching for another private place to park so that she could fuck her own son. The alley had gotten a little less than private when a man drove past, saw roughly what was happening inside, and got out of his car to get a better look at Janet's big tits and exquisite body.
"Mitchell, I never thought I would want anyone as much as I want you right now," she said quietly, making a left turn.
As she drove, Janet's right hand was wrapped around the thick, heavily veined shaft of her son's rigid, hot prick.
"I never dreamed YOU would turn me on so much, either," Mitchell said, trying to sound calm.
His cheeks were still moist with Janet's cuntjuice. Her hand, riding slowly up and down over his cock, was making his balls tingle.
So early in the morning, there were many people on the roads, busily trying to get to work on time. Janet cursed the people. All she could think about was spreading her legs for Mitchell's hips and taking his erotic column of cock-meat to the depths of her hot cunt. The heavenly feel of his fiery prick driving into her cunt would send her spinning into another bone-jarring orgasm. Janet was convinced of it.
"I can't wait any longer," Mitchell hissed, his face showing the strain he felt. "Pull over somewhere, anywhere! Mother, if I don't fuck you right now, I'll go right out of my mind!"
Janet loved the fact that she could excite her own son so much. She turned the car into a supermarket parking lot and switched off the ignition. Immediately, she twisted sideways in the car and brought her lips to the spongy, hot tip of Mitchell's prick.
"I love your cock," she whispered, watching her hand twisting around the prick, moving it up and down. "It's so delicious."
A sticky, white drop of pre-cum oozed from Mitchell's pinhole. Janet purred softly and flicked her tongue out, licking off the delicious nectar. When her tongue touched Mitchell's cock-head, his body jerked powerfully.
"Suck me, damn it!"
Janet didn't mind it when Mitchell pushed his fingers into her golden blonde hair and forced her head down deeper into his lap. The fat, conical prick-tip pushed against her lips, and Janet made no attempt at all to keep the meaty prick from filling her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her clit coming to life once again now that she could taste cockmeat.
"Awwww! Yeah! Suck my cock! Blow me, Mother! Suck me! Oh, yeah!" Mitchell groaned, guiding his mother's movements, forcing her straining, massaging lips to ride up and down over his prick.
Janet crooned softly, swirling her tongue around Mitchell's cock-head. She sucked hungrily, caving her cheeks in around the fiery knob at the end. The underside of his cock was against the corner of her mouth. She liked sucking his, cock, swirling her tongue against the underside of his prick-tip. Janet couldn't recall a time when giving a blow-job had excited her so much.
"Ohhhhh!" Mitchell groaned, twisting Janet's satiny hair around his fingers.
He pushed her down until the blunt tip of his prick was rubbing against her tonsils, then stopped. He didn't want to shove his prick down her throat unless that was what his mother also wanted.
Janet squeezed her lips more tightly around her son's cock, caving her cheeks in as she sucked like a vacuum on the jaw-stretching prick. Her tongue curled around the cock-head, and she tasted another salty drop of pre-cum as it oozed from his cum-laden balls.
Even though she loved sucking cock, Janet wasn't particularly interested in sucking her son off. Giving him a blow-job satisfied her in a way, but it couldn't compare to the thrills of having his slick cock rubbing against her turgid clit as he fucked her with long, hard, powerful strokes.
"Fuck me," Janet whispered, her lips rubbing against the knob of Mitchell's cock as she spoke. "Please! You've got to hick me! I'll do anything you ask if you'll just fuck me!"
Before Mitchell could answer, Janet moved her face down, gulping his prick into her mouth, letting it glide against her frisking tongue. She could feel Mitchell's cock throbbing hotly against her tongue as she tilled her mouth with his magnificent prick.
"Okay, I'll fuck you," Mitchell said, sounding much more calm than he actually was. "Sit up. Straddle me and fuck yourself with my cock, Mother."
When Janet sat upright again, she was shocked to see the look on her son's face. He appeared so cool, so confident. It was as though he had girls asking him-begging him-to fuck them all the time!
Janet quickly unbuttoned her skirt to the top button and straddled Mitchell's body, her head bouncing against the roof, of the sedan. She reached between her wide-spread thighs and, using just her fingertips, guided her son's cockhead to the moist, lusty petals of her cunt.
"I need your cock in me," she whispered, lowering her full, curvaceous hips.
A tremble of joy zipped up Janet's spine as she felt Mitchell's rubbery mushroom-shaped cock-head forcing her cunt-lips apart. She had her cheek pressed against his as she took all of his prick-tip into her cunt, then pulled up, dragging her cunt-lips up and down over the ridge of his cock-head.
"Your cock is so hot," Janet whispered into Mitchell's ear.
She bobbed on the cock, impaling herself on it, taking it slowly deeper and deeper into her cunt. Janet's tits rolled and bounced inside her blouse, the nipples tingling and erect. Mitchell's hands were at her ass-cheeks, squeezing the taut, smooth mounds, guiding her a little as she fucked herself on his prick.
Janet dropped down onto Mitchell's lap, taking the full length of his beautiful cock into her cunt. She shivered, feeling the harsh, jagged edge of his zipper biting into her tender cuntlips. It didn't matter that little discomfort was nothing compared to the ecstasy of having his hard prick throbbing and pulsing deep inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh! You really know how to please a woman," Janet whispered, pulling up briefly before dropping down, skewering her juicy cunt on his prick.
As the full-bodied woman bounced on Mitchell, fucking her cunt-lips up and down over his prick, her head kept hitting the roof of the car. She giggled a little despite the deliciously erotic tingles that came from her clit. She felt like a teenager again and beautiful and wanted desperately. She felt like she felt when Charlie used to need her so much, when he couldn't keep from pulling her panties down no matter where they were. She felt positively glorious, and Janet had her son to thank for that.
"Kiss me," she whispered, then pressed her mouth firmly against Mitchell's.
Janet took his tongue between her lips as she dropped onto his prick, allowing his cock to into the massaging sheath of her cunt.
What neither Janet nor Mitchell noticed was that three boys, on their way to school, were standing beside the car. Their eyes were wide with shock and lust. If Janet hadn't kept her skirt on, they would have been able to better watch her succulent hips as she impaled herself on her son's cock.
"Mmmmmmm!" the big-titted woman crooned, rubbing her cunt-lips against the base of Mitchell's prick, trying to ignore the rough scraping of his zipper against her cunt-lips.
Mitchell pushed his hands between their bodies. He cupped his mother's tits and squeezed them hard, his fingers twisting her nipples through her blouse and bra. He didn't have to move his hips at all. Janet was fucking herself on his cock. All he had to do to be in heaven was sit there and allow her to pleasure herself with his cock. That would make him blow his nuts off like a volcano.
"Fuck me! Oh, Mitchell! Your cock makes me feel sooooo damn good when you fuck meeee!"
The words sounded foreign to Janet's ears. Was she really saying those things to her own son? Was it really his cock spreading her cuntlips and filling her rapidly overheating cunt?
Of course it was, and knowing that it was her own son who was fucking her made her clit burn with passion.
"I love you," Janet whispered in Mitchell's ear, puffing her cunt-lips up toward the tip of his cock-head. "I love fucking you, Mitchell. My son! How wonderful you make me feel."
Judging from his breathing, and the way his cock was pulsating inside her cunt, Janet could toil that it wouldn't be long before she had fucked Mitchell into an orgasm. To feel his cock-had flexing and spurting streams of cum deep inside her cunt was a thought that made Janet moan with lust.
"Cum inside me," Janet whispered. "Come on, Mitchell. Shoot your cum inside me.
His fingers dug painfully into her until Janet gasped but made no attempt to remove her son's hands from her tits. If he wanted to squeeze her sensitive tits as hard as he was, Janet wasn't going to stop him. Anything Mitchell wanted he could have from her... as long as he fucked her so beautifully.
"Uh!"
The single grunt was the only sound Mitchell had made in quite a long time. Janet looked into his face and saw the ecstasy he felt. A moment after the single sound came from his lips, she felt his burning spurts of cum flood her cunt.
Dropping onto his lap, taking all of his prick into her cunt, Janet jerked her hips from side to side and around in a circular motion. She could feel Mitchell's prick-tip expanding with each pungent wad of cum that blasted into her cunt..
"Cum! Let it all go! Cum in meeeee!" Janet gasped breathlessly, her body twitching, her knees spread far apart so she could take all of the teenager's erupting cock into her cunt.
It wasn't until she was absolutely certain that Mitchell had rained his balls inside her cunt that Janet looked around the parking lot. She was speechless when she saw there were over a dozen teenagers standing around the car, watching her as she fucked her own son.
"We've got to get out of here," Janet whispered finally, gingerly getting off Mitchell's lap.
She tried to hide her cunt from the boys. Having Mitchell fucking her was wonderful, but she didn't want the whole world watching her while she did it.
CHAPTER NINE
Lesa Ann was unsure of what she should do. It had been days since she first caught her mother giving a hand-job to Jonas, days since she fucked her own father for the first time.
The teenager had thought that the relationship between Janet and Charlie would get better their sexual tensions were relieved with once other people. Only judging from what she could see, Janet and Charlie weren't saying anything of significance to each other.
Ann lay in bed, she kept hoping that she would hear the bed springs squeaking as Charlie fucked his big cock into Janet's cunt.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Lesa Ann wondered what she could do to bring her parents closer together. She loved fucking Charlie. To have her own father's cock driving hard and fast into her cunt was sheer ecstasy. But Lesa Ann wasn't the jealous type.. She wanted to have her father's cock to satisfy herself with, but not if it meant Janet didn't get the good fucking she clearly needed.
Standing slowly, Lesa Ann wished there were some easy way she could get her parents to fuck each other again. Janet didn't know that she was fucking her brothers as well as Charlie, and Lesa Ann couldn't help but think of the surprise Janet would feel if she ever knew.
"Mother, how can you be so blind?" Lesa Ann murmured unconsciously to herself.
"What was that?"
Lesa Ann wheeled around, shocked to hear the voice. She had thought she was alone. For the thousandth time, she cursed the house they had to live in and the lack of privacy she had.
"Oh, hi! Daddy, I didn't see you there."
"Obviously not. What was that you said?"
Lesa Ann looked into Charlie's eyes. He really was a handsome man, she decided. Even if he wasn't her father, she would have thought him handsome. And he was also a magnificent cocksman, able to fuck her into at least No orgasms for every one of his own. The sight of Charlie made the teenager's flesh feel tingly; she felt the rapid warmth spread from her cunt through her veins.
"Nothing, Daddy," Lesa Ann lied, wishing she didn't speak to herself so often. "I didn't say anything."
"Yes you did!" Charlie took a step closer, his eyes trailing slowly up and down his daughter's body, drinking in her extraordinary beauty. "I heard you say something. Now what was it?"
The last thing Less Ann needed was for Charlie to know what she was worried about. Charlie, she was certain, would really flip out if he knew Janet was fucking his sons. Somehow, she had to sidetrack Charlie so he wouldn't pursue his current train of thought.
"It was nothing, Daddy." Lesa Ann looked into Charlie's eyes. Her eyes were soft and brown and warm, hinting of lust without blatantly displaying it. "I mumble things under my breath now and then. You know that. I've done it since I was a little girl."
Now Lesa Ann turned her eyes on full-bore. They smoldered with passion, and she made no attempt to hide the fact that she was looking at his crotch.
They stood approximately ten feet apart. Lesa Ann, with her eyes looking tenderly but lustfully into Charlie's, brought her hands up her sides until she caught the waistband of her jeans. She unsnapped them and then slowly pulled the zipper down.
Charlie couldn't believe what was happening. They were standing near Lesa Ann's bed, at the top of the stairway where anyone coming upstairs might see them. He knew he should take his beautiful daughter by the arm and drag her into his bedroom, if necessary, so that he could fuck her once again on his bed. But he was entranced with her. Charlie couldn't do anything but stand there watching the stunning blonde teenager as she squirmed out of her tight fitting jeans.
"You know, Daddy, it isn't hard to tell that you and Mother haven't been getting along very welt lately." Lesa Ann's voice was so soft he could barely hear her. "You don't have to deny it. I know you haven't been making love with Mother."
Lesa Ann pushed the jeans down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing any panties, and the curly cuntbush came into view. When she stood erect again, she spread her feet a little, showing her father her pink cunt-lips. Her tits were hidden by the loose, carefully torn away sweatshirt.
"I'm going to make a deal with you, Daddy. It's a deal you just can't refuse."
Lesa Ann touched her cunt lips lightly with her fingertips. She felt her own slick, warm cuntjuice. Her clit was tingling hotly. She was getting turned on.
"I've never given you a blow-job, have I?"
"Yes you have." Charlie swallowed. He was finding it difficult to breathe. He wanted to throw Lesa Ann onto her bed, spread her legs, and pound his rapidly hardening prick deep into her exposed cunt.
"No, not really. I mean, I've sucked your cock, of course. But I didn't suck until you came in my mouth." Lesa Ann took two steps closer to her father. "I'll give you the best blow-job I know how to and swallow your cum-every last drop of it-if you'll promise to fuck Mother tonight. Deal?"
Charlie nodded his head vigorously. He was helpless against his teenage daughter. Whatever she wanted she could get from him.
Lesa Ann scratched her thighs lightly with her fingernails. Everything she touched felt electrified. Her sense of eroticism was racing wild. All she could think about was making her father want her more than anything else in the world. She wanted him to be crazy for her.
"Sit on the bed," Lesa Ann purred. "And take your cock out for me."
Charlie moved quickly, jerking open his pants and pushing them down to his ankles. His prick, now solid as a flag pole, stood out from his body, the prick-tip large and taut. His balls hung beneath his cock, two big orbs producing the cum that Lesa Ann craved.
"There you go," Lesa Ann said when her father sat on the edge of her bed. "Just like I want you. She sank slowly to her knees on the floor between his thighs. She touched his naked thighs lightly with her fingernails, then scratched his flesh very softly from his knees almost to the base of his prick. "I'm going to suck you off, Daddy. I'm going to give you a blow-job that you'll remember for the rest of your life. And while I'm sucking your cock, I don't want you to take your eyes off me. Is that clear?"
Again Charlie nodded his head quickly. He felt weak against his daughter's lust. She looked so beautiful with those glistening red lips and that wavy-kinky blonde hair spilling down her cheeks and over her shoulders.
While continuing to drag her fingernails over the man's inner thighs, Lesa Ann blew her warm, breath on Charlie's cock-head. She watched the reddish-hued knob of her father's prick expand.
Damn, he's turned on and I haven't even started sucking him yet! she thought, then giggled in a little-girl fashion which she knew Charlie thought was cute.
Lesa Ann kissed her father's spongy, warm cock-head. She smacked her lips on the fleshy crown of Charlie's meaty prick. Sucking her tongue out of her mouth, Lesa Ann licked his pisshole and heard him moaning softly with lust.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Lesa Ann purred, perhaps a little louder than necessary just to make sure her father realized that she loved the taste of his prick.
The teenager lapped the cock-head until it was moist with her saliva. Then, turning her face to the side, she opened her jaws wide and, with just her lips, nibbled on the shaft of his cock. She raised and lowered her face, her curled tongue gliding up and down over the underside of the prick while her lips tantalized the cock-shaft. As she licked and nibbled on Charlie's prick, Lesa Ann could feel it pulsing, blood pumping into the cock to make it larger and harder than she could ever remember it being.
"I love your cock, Daddy," she whispered, her nipples hard buds of tingling, aroused flesh. "I love sucking you."
Charlie fell back onto the bed, no longer propping himself up with his elbows. Though he had been told to watch Lesa Ann as she took his prick, deep into her hot mouth, Charlie just couldn't. If he watched her, he would cum too quickly, and even though he was getting a blowjob where there was a very good chance someone else in the family might catch them, all he could think about was making this incredible ecstasy last as long as possible.
Lesa Ann wrapped her hand around her father's shaft, then pushed her face between his thighs. She tongued his hairy balls softly, lovingly, while her hand moved over the meaty cock column.
"Mmmmmmm! They're so big," she whispered. "Are they going to cum a lot for me? Hmmm? Are you really going to cum lots?"
She giggled softly as she nibbled on Charlie's balls.. He was sighing and squirming on the bed, rolling his head from side to side as his daughter sucked one nut, then the other one, into her mouth.
She let the nut slip out of her mouth with a popping sound. Lesa Ann felt her sweater slip down her right shoulder, showing off one luscious tit. She wanted to finger-fuck herself and play with her tits as she sucked her father's rock-hard prick, but she wanted to concentrate only on him.
Lesa Ann filled her hot, moist mouth with her father's cock, curling her tongue around the cock-shaft as the prick-tip throbbed hotly against the opening of her throat. She tightened her lips around the turgid cock-shaft, drawing a firm suction on the cock-meat, caving her cheeks in to surround the prick in a warm, tantalizing embrace.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned soulfully, twisting her face around the prick, keeping the cock-head wedged firmly against the opening of her throat.
Charlie laced his fingers together behind his head. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on the extraordinary sensations that Lesa Ann was providing. The feelings that her hot, moist lips were eliciting were exquisite. He shivered with lust as her tongue worked on his prick, slithering around the shank of his cock, swirling in circles against the clefted underside of the cock-head. When she nibbled on his prick-tip and scraped her teeth lightly against the sensitive flesh, he groaned softly, signifying his approval of everything she was doing to him.
As she sucked passionately on her father's cock, Lesa Ann squirmed on her knees. Her cunt was seething with cunt-juice, hot and ready to take his cock deep into the tight channel of her cunt. But she knew that wouldn't happen this time with her father. She was going to suck on Charlie's thick cock until he squirted his creamy wad of cum straight down her throat. Then he'd never be able to forget what she'd done to him, and he would have to make good his end of the deal-namely, Charlie would have to fuck Janet tonight.
Lesa Ann bobbed her lovely face slowly up and down over the cock, dragging her lips along the fiery shank of cock-meat, continually nibbling with her lips and whipping the enflamed flesh with her enticing, probing, tantalizing tongue. She occasionally bit the lust swollen cock, using her pearly teeth on it to tease Charlie, biting his cock hard enough to give the hint of pain without ever actually hurting him.
"Mmmmmm!" the beautiful, curly-haired teenager purred.
Turning her face to the side, Lesa Ann allowed Charlie's thick cock to stretch her lips, distorting her beautiful features. She shivered with joy as the cock-head rubbed against the inside of her mouth, swelling her face, making her look lewd and erotic.
Taking the cock from the warm, wet embrace of her mouth, Lesa Ann took a couple quick, unhindered breaths, recovering her composure slightly. She cupped Charlie's big, hairy balls in her palm and squeezed them briefly, then rubbed them against his own body firmly. With her other hand, she began stroking the spitty length of his cock.
"I adore your prick," Lesa Ann murmured softly, her eyes glazed with the exhilarating just that consumed her senses. "I really am in love with your cock, Daddy."
She smacked a loud kiss on the cock-head, then wrapped her lips around the shaft, just behind the fleshy crown of the prick. Lesa Ann curled her tongue around Charlie's prick-tip and tasted a thick, salty drop of pre-cum. The precum tingled on her tongue, and Lesa Ann was pleased when a second thick drop of the syrup-like fluid oozed out of her father's pisshole.
"D-don't stop," Charlie stammered. His cock seemed, at least to him, as if it were longer and harder than it had ever been before.
Lesa Ann pushed her lips down the shaft of the cock, her cheeks caved in as she drew a hard, demanding suction on the prick. Inside the gray sweatshirt, her lusciously rounded tits bobbed and jiggled, the pink nipples hard and tingling with lust between her wide-spread, slender thighs, her pink cunt-lips were wet with passion, cunt-juice glistening on the petals.
A riot of emotions went through Charlie as he felt the pressure in his balls get stronger with each passing second. His teenaged daughter's sweet, soft lips were driving him mad with Just.
Each time her tongue swiped at the tip of his cock to lick of f the pre-cum from his pisshole, it was like being jolted with high-voltage electricity.
"Awwwwww! Ohhhhh!" Charlie sighed, squeezing his head between his forearms, fighting to hold the cum in his balls for just a little while longer. Something as fantastic as getting a blow-job from Lesa Ann should be prolonged as long as was humanly possible.
Lesa Ann felt the throbs of her father's cockhead get stronger by the second. It wouldn't be long before she swallowed his hot cum. And though she had never gulped her own father's cum before, she was certain she would love it. Everything else that she had ever done with him had turned her on beyond belief, and she was sure that this experience would be as fantastic as the rest.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the girl purred, sucking the cock into her mouth until the pricktip pushed against her tonsils.
The cock-head was at the back of her mouth when the most powerful, squirting eruption of turn exploded from Charlie's balls. The cum caught Ta Ann by surprise, splashing down her throat. The girl whipped her head up, dragging her lips along the cock-shaft and over the rim of the cock-head until only Charlie's pisshole was still between her luscious, pink lips. Lesa Ann sputtered a little, swallowing furiously as more cum gushed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
"Awwwwwww!" Charlie groaned, his body tense and twitching as hot bolts of cum raced through his cock and splattered inside his daughter's mouth.
Swallowing, sucking, stroking her hand up and down on the shaft, Lesa Ann soon recovered her composure and sucked off her father exactly as she had planned. The salty, strong-tasting jets of cum exploded from his balls and raced through the thick shaft of his cock, making her whimper and moan with wanton joy. Swirling the thick, creamy cum around in her mouth to savor its flavor, the teenager gulped down every last drop of her father's delicious cum.
Once the cock had stopped bucking and throbbing in her mouth, Lesa Ann nodded her face over the prick several times, taking the cock deep in her mouth, then let it slip out from between her lips. She kissed Charlie's thigh, purring her contentment.
"Now you'll hick Mommy tonight, right?" Charlie, gasping for air, his whole body tingling in the afterglow of one of the most powerful orgasms of his life, mumbled something indistinct that Lesa Ann took to mean yes.
"I knew you'd see things my way," Lesa Ann said, humor in her tone as she rose rather unsteadily to her feet. "Now you'd better get yourself together, Daddy. We got lucky by not getting caught, but there's no sense in pushing our luck further than we have to."
CHAPTER TEN
Lesa Ann wasn't really prepared to deal with her brother, but that didn't see to make much difference to Jonas. He was horny, and that was all that counted to him.
"Come on, Lesa Ann, just do it a little bit," Jonas whispered, putting his hands on his sister's shoulders. "You know you like to, and you know how much I like it. Why fight what we both want?"
Lesa Ann dragged her eyes away from Jonas's face and looked down at his enormous cock which hung at half-mast. The sight of it made her cunt tingle a little. She sighed softly, accepting her own wanton ways, knowing that she couldn't resist the urges that were going through her.
Tentatively, Lesa Ann touched the shaft of. Jonas's cock with her fingertips. When she touched it, the cock raised slightly and stretched another fraction of an inch longer.
"Jonas, what am I going to do with you? You're insatiable," Lena Ann whispered, wishing there were more conviction in her tone.
"You're going to give me a blow-job, that's what you're going to do with me," Jonas replied, smiling wolfishly.
The teenager smiled back. She wrapped her hand very gently around the thick shaft of Jonas's cock, feeling the heat of the cock-meat going through her palm. A soft, tremulous sigh escaped Lena Ann as she began stroking the shank of her brother's rapidly elongating prick.
"You get hard-ons so easily," Lesa Ann whispered. The itching in her cunt was getting stronger by the second. "I guess I haven't got any choice but to help you a little, do I?"
"No of course you don't. Please, hurry now."
Lesa Ann felt the pressure on her shoulders as Jonas pushed down. He wanted her on her knees in front of him so he could watch how she sucked his throbbing cock deep into her mouth. Slowly, pretending to be resisting Jonas's desires, the girl sank to her knees in her brother's bedroom.
She stroked the cock from the stem, watching as the prick-tip expanded in size and the shaft grew thicker and harder. Lesa Ann wondered if she would be able to deep-throat her brother this time. She had tried before to swallow the full length of his turgid cock-just the way she had watched her own mother gulp the enormous length of Jonas's prick down her throat-but his cock was always too much for her.
Leaning forward, Lesa Ann planted a soft, moist kiss on the tip of her brother's cock-head. He sighed. She purred in a kittenish fashion and let the tip of her pink tongue flick briefly out between her lips, grazing swiftly against the slitted end of his cock. Instantly the cock bucked in her hand and stretched the final inch to its full, gargantuan size.
"Your cock is so goddamn big," Lesa Ann whispered, her lips rubbing against the prick-tip as she spoke. "You've got the biggest cock in the-"
She was just about to tell her brother that he had the biggest cock in the family. But to do that would let Jonas know that she had also enjoyed the pleasures that their father's cock could give. Lesa Ann did not want Jonas to know that she had been fucking and sucking Charlie.
"Suck me, Lesa Ann," Jonas whispered, pushing his fingers through the girl's wavy, flaxen blonde hair. He watched how she kissed his cock-head reverently, sometimes lapping tenderly at his prick. To see his own powerful, bone-hard prick driving between her lips and filling her mouth was the height of eroticism for Jonas.
Less Ann was determined to tease Jonas, at least a little. He had the power to turn her on whenever he wanted to, and he knew it. Sometimes it bothered the teenager that she was so powerless against her own horniness, so now she was not going to give Jonas the blow-job he so desperately needed. At least not right away.
When Jonas tried to drive his cock into her mouth, Less Ann turned her face to the side. The warm, smooth shaft of the cock brushed past her lips, sliding against her cheek. She tried to pull her head back, but Jonas held her steady, his fingers entwined in her satiny tresses.
"Come on, suck my cock," Jonas complained, hating the desperation he heard in his own voice.
Lesa Ann opened her mouth wide and nibbled with her lips on the shank of the cock. She curled her tongue around the, underside of the throbbing, warm prick. The taste of Jonas's prick was just as tantalizing and sexy as it always was.
"Mmmmmm!" Lesa Ann crooned, chewing on the shaft of her brother's cock with her lips.
The powerful throbs fascinated Lesa Ann. She brought her head and shoulders back and forth, licking all the way from the underside of the cock-head to the base of the shaft. Jonas was breathing heavily, trying to get his cockhead into her mouth.
Lesa Ann reached up and grabbed her brother's wrist, keeping him from pulling on her hair. She looked up at him and said in a voice as commanding as she could make it, "Jonas, you're a selfish bastard! You're always pushing me to my knees and making me suck your cock. Well I've got some news for you. This time you're going to lick my cunt before I suck you off. Got it?"
Jonas was stunned. His sister had never denied him before. Realizing that he had no choice in the matter, he nodded his head quickly. It was an easy decision for him to make- Jonas loved tongue-fucking his sister.
Lesa Ann unsnapped her jeans, then unzipped them. She kicked off her jogging shoes, then stripped out of her jeans and panties. Just as she was about to sit on the bed and spread her legs for her brother, a thought came to her mind that brought a smile to her sensual lips.
"I want you on your knees in front of me," she said her fingertips toying with the moist, lust-flamed lips of her clit. "Just the same way as you've always got me. Now Jonas! Don't make me wait."
A purr of contentment came from Lesa Ann when Jonas knelt before her. Without any preliminaries, he put his face between her widespread thighs and crammed his tongue into her cunt. His nose pressed against Lesa Ann's erect, bud-like slit.
"Awwwwwww!" Lesa Ann groaned.
The pleasure was intense for the teenager. She leaned forward slightly and placed her hand on Jonas' shoulders to help support herself. When his tongue pushed between her cunt-lips and worked around inside her cunt, it felt as though someone had pushed a branding iron inside her cunt. The excitement was exhilarating, powerful, making Lesa Ann's nerves feel as though they were electrified.
"Yesssss! Oh, yessssss !" the teenager purred as Jonas dragged his tongue through the tight cleavage of her cunt-lips, working his way slowly toward her clit.
Jonas wrapped his arms around his sister's trim waist. He cupped her firm, smooth asscheeks in his hands to hold her steady. Catching her clit between his lips, he sucked softly on it, flicking his tongue from side to side over the red-hot clit.
Lesa Ann's thighs quivered. Her legs trembled as Jonas alternately tongue-fucked her, then sucked on her clit. She could feel the muscles in her body turning to jelly as he worked over her cunt-lips and clit with his lips and tongue. Lesa Ann knew she gave good head, and her brother was just as talented in a masculine way.
"Damn it, Jonas, you really know how to do that," Lesa Ann whispered, her eyes closed as she clutched onto her brother's shoulders for I support.
Jonas kneaded her ass-cheeks, pressing his fingers deep into the girl's ass, holding her steady so he could hick his tongue into her amt. The taste of his sister's cum was a real turn-on for Jonas, and his cock was just as long and hard now as it was when she was nibbling on it earlier.
"Mmmmmmm!" Jonas moaned, sucking on his sister's cunt-lips briefly before lashing at the throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue.
Breathing was almost impossible for Lesa Ann. Each time Jonas whipped her clit with his tongue, her whole body flinched at the shocking sensations that raced through her veins. She gasped, gulping in air, fighting to control the raging emotions that swept through her.
"Tongue me," she hissed. "Fuck your tongue into me, Jonas. Ohhhhh! You're turning me on so much!"
Jonas bobbed his head, stuffing his tongue into her cunt until his nose pushed against her clit, puffing back, then driving into her cunt once again. He spread her puffy, moist cunt-lips with his tongue and used every bit of skill he possessed to please her. He wanted to hear her cries of delight as she reached the summit of pleasure and came. He wanted to taste the sweetness of her cum and feel the slick, warm liquid trickling down his cheeks.
Inside the light cotton blouse, Lesa Ann's tits jiggled firmly, the areolas pink and round, capped by hard, itching nipples. She would have pinched and played with her nipples if she weren't afraid to release her hold on Jonas's shoulders. Lesa Ann was quite certain that to let go of her brother for even an instant would cause her to fall to the floor of the small, cramped bedroom.
"Ohhhhhh! Keep going! Don't stop! You're going to make me cum! Tongue me, brother! Fuck your tongue deep into me!"
The words seemed strange to Lesa Ann. She was not accustomed to speaking so lewdly, but that was the response her brother drew from her. When he stuffed his hot, wet, experienced tongue into her cunt, she went absolutely crazy with lust. Nothing could keep her emotions in check until she gushed out her cunt-juice and reached that mind-boggling peak of ecstasy.
As he stuffed his tongue between his sister's cunt-lips, Jonas rubbed the tip of one finger against Lesa Ann's asshole. He thought once again of what it would be like to get her on her hand and knees and ass-fuck her doggie-style.
But as he rubbed her asshole with his finger, Jonas felt his sister tense up, so he knew that she would not be able to take his mammoth cock up her whole without a great deal of pain.
"Mmmmmmm!" Jonas moaned, nibbling tenderly on Lesa Ann's clit as she squirmed. He massaged her ass-cheeks and rubbed her asshole, licking up the cunt-juice as it trickled from her tight, hot cunt.
Lesa Ann ran her tongue around her mouth, moistening her lips, fighting to control herself. It was an impossible task. Each time Jonas sucked on her clit or grazed his tongue over the electrified nub, it Was as though she were being ripped apart by some strange and wonderful force that was beyond her control.
When the orgasm finally hit Lesa Ann, it hit so suddenly and unexpectedly that she was caught unprepared. She shivered, her hips jerking back and forth as cunt-juice gushed from her cunt. Jonas, holding her hips as steady as possible, fought to keep his mouth sealed onto her cunt-lips. His tongue remained crammed deep into her cunt as the cum washed into his mouth and trickled down his cheeks and chin.
"Ieeeeee!" The strange sound of ecstasy ripped from Lesa Ann's throat as her body seemed to turn inside out.
Cum gushed into Jonas's mouth as he tonguefucked his sister. He held her tightly, his fingers pressing deep into the warm half-moons of her ass-cheeks. Jonas continued to tongue-fuck Lesa Ann until he was certain that she had been completely spent, that her cunt-juice had been released and she was fully satisfied.
"Ohhhhh! You're magnificent," the teenager whispered, looking down at her brother's face which glistened with her own cunt-juice. "Now, Jonas, I'm going to suck your cock and do whatever you want me to do. Anyone who can lick my cunt until I cum like that deserves a reward."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Janet sat at the small dressing table in her bedroom, wondering if tonight Charlie would finally come to his senses and become the kind of loving, caring, lusty husband that she used to know. It had been too long since she had enjoyed the kind of carnal ecstasy that only he could give her.
She sighed wearily. It wasn't as if her body had been deprived. Certainly she had enjoyed powerful orgasms from her sons Jonas and Mitchell.
Those two studs had worked her body over good, fucking her hot cunt with their... tongues and cocks, giving her the unbridled pleasures that her body craved with such, wanton abandon.
But fucking her sons even thought it was exhilarating, just wasn't the same as fucking her husband. Janet wanted to be reassured, once Again and by Charlie, that she was a beautiful, sensual woman. She wanted to feel his hard cock driving relentlessly into her seething cunt until she gushed out her cunt-juice. She warned her own husband's cock rubbing against her clit and spreading her cunt-lips far apart. Janet wanted, once again, to feel his experienced touch as he manipulated her body into one fantastic orgasm after another In short, Janet wanted the kind of sex life with Charlie, her husband that she used to have.
And she was determined, to get it.
She pulled a brush through her blonde hair, parting it the way she liked it the best, combing it into the fashion that she knew Charlie liked.
"Oh, Charlie, what am I going to do with you?" Janet mumbled to herself, looking at her reflection, in the mirror.
Drastic problems called to, drastic measures. At least, that's the way Janet had it figured. She rose quickly from the small bench in front of her dressing table and strode purposely to the closet where her clothes were. Perhaps a little something special would spark the fire of Charlie's lust-some bedtime apparel that she had worn in the past that drove her husband wild with lust.
With a critical eye, Janet selected a sheer, see through gown and a pair of matching panties. After putting the garments on, Janet again took a long look at herself in the full-length mirror. She wanted to look absolutely perfect for Charlie. Janet wanted to look so astonishingly fuckable that Charlie would go stark raving mad with lust for her.
Janet tied the three slender cloth bows to hold the see-through robe together. The bows were across her big, full, round tits. Through the nightgown, her pink areolas and aroused, lust hardened nipples could be seen. The pink panties hugged Janet's hips tightly, squeezing her body so near that the woman's triangular thatch of cunt-hair was visible.
Moving over to the bed, Janet stretched out on top of it, reclining in such a fashion as to be ready for Charlie when he returned to the bedroom. She twisted slightly, lying on her side, her legs parted a little. She wanted to give a breathtaking view of her succulent, curvaceous body the moment Charlie stepped into the bedroom.
As the frustrated woman thought about her husband, the memory of sexual encounters she'd enjoyed with Charlie long ago came back to her. She recalled how he had forced her thighs apart and plundered her hot, tight, juicy cunt with his cock, fucking her hard and fast while they stood in the kitchen of their own home.
The memory that came back to Janet caused her cunt to tingle delightfully, to get hot and itchy and moist and ready for Charlie's thick, hard-charging cock.
Charlie looked at his own face in the bathroom mirror. He wasn't a bad-looking man, he decided. Not bad-looking at all. And he knew his wife was still a woman who could give him-or any man, for that matter-a throbbing hard-on.
He was happy that he'd made the deal with his own daughter. Lesa Ann had convinced him that be should make love to Janet. Charlie had been having his differences with Janet, and now, tonight, he was going to try to put all the differences behind them. He wanted to enjoy a full night of fucking and cunt-licking and cocksucking. He wanted to have the kind of evening with Janet that he hadn't had in a long, long time.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Charlie pulled his terry-cloth bathrobe a little tighter around his body and retied the sash. His body was freshly showered, his teeth brushed, his cheeks smelling of his best after-shave. He was ready for Janet, and he hoped like hell she was in the mood for fucking.
He padded barefoot toward his bathroom, wondering if Janet were asleep already, hoping he wouldn't have to wake her up to be with her.
"Now I'll be super-nice to both of you if you just help me make sure nothing disturbs Mom and Daddy tonight," Lesa Ann whispered, her face anxious as she looked into Jonas's eyes, then Mitchell's. "Please help me. I don't want anything at all to disturb them."
Lesa Ann reached out and gently cupped both of her brothers' cocks. She gave their balls a soft, friendly squeeze that hinted of better things if they cooperated with her.
"Well, I guess if it's for a goad cause," Jonas said, a wanton, lusty smile spreading across his face. He reached out and gave Lesa Ann's right nipple a little pinch through the light cotton shirt she wore. "What about you? You think that's a good idea?"
Mitchell nodded his head, his prick getting hard as Lesa Ann fondled his balls through his slacks. He could hardly wait to drive his cock between the teenage blonde's pink cunt-lips and feel her writhing in ecstasy beneath him as he fucked her.
"Thank you," Lesa Ann murmured, her eyes shining with affection. "I thank, from the bottom of my heart, both of you. And trust me, you won't regret your decision."
Lesa Ann gave Jonas and Mitchell each a quick, warm kiss on the mouth, then left them alone in the tiny bedroom they shared. She knew her father was in the bathroom getting ready to go to bed, and she wanted to have a couple words with him before he saw Janet. Lesa Ann was a little worried that Charlie's anger toward Janet hadn't subsided enough for him to really want to fuck her. Less Ann intended on making sure that fucking was on Charlie's mind when he stepped through the bathroom door.
Lesa Ann almost missed Charlie. His hand was nearly on the doorknob of his bedroom when she touched him on the shoulder.
Charlie turned around. He looked down into Less Ann's lovely face and gave her a warm, loving smile.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. Lesa Ann was a little surprised and disheartened. She hadn't realized it before, but there was a part of her that wanted Charlie to be just a little bit hesitant about fucking Janet.
Feeling something akin to jealousy creeping into her consciousness, Less Ann smiled back at Charlie.
"Hi, Daddy. I just wanted to talk to you a moment before you saw Mom." Lesa Ann let her eyes hold a quality of smoldering sensuality as she looked at her father. "I wanted to make sure that you were going to hold up your end of our.. .deal."
"Of course I am," Charlie answered. "But holding up the deal has nothing to do with it.
Thanks to you, I'm looking forward once again to going to bed with my own wife. Janet's a very lovely, exciting woman, and it's been downright stupid of me to forget that."
Lesa Ann allowed her eyes to trail from Charlie's face to his crotch. She doubted he had anything on beneath his bathrobe.
An idea came to Lesa Ann and it was so devilishly erotic she shivered a little.
"Daddy, before you walk through that door, you should have something on." Lesa Ann slipped her hand inside the folds of the terrycloth bathrobe. Her fingers curled tenderly around the shank of Charlie's cock. "A hard-on, of course."
"What?" Charlie asked, the surprise he felt showing in his tone. ...
Without untying his robe, Lesa Ann bent over at the waist and opened her mouth wide to accept his cock-head between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the thick, throbbing cockhead, feeling the prick instantly twitching and coming to life.
"Mmmmmmm!" Lesa Ann purred, drawing a light, erotic suction on the cock-head.
Charlie couldn't believe what his daughter was doing. She had, after all, practically forced him into a position where he had no choice but to cram his cock into his wife's hot cunt. And then, just when he was about to fuck Janet, Lesa Ann started giving him a blow-job.
He pushed the fingers of both hands into Lesa Ann's wavy blonde hair. Charlie started pumping his hips, driving his cock back and forth between her lips, filling her luscious, wet mouth with his prick.
"Mmmmmm!" Lesa Ann crooned again, her body twitching as Charlie pumped his hips to shove the head of his prick to the back of her mouth.
The shaft of the cock rolled to and fro between Lesa Ann's tightly clamped lips. She licked at her father's pisshole each time she had the chance. The cock pulsed hotly, stretching and growing in size with each passing second. Keeping her hand wrapped tightly around the root of Charlie's shaft, Lesa Ann bobbed up and down, sucking the cock into her mouth until her lips touched the edge of her fist then pulling up so that she could flick the tip of her tongue against her father's pisshole.
Very quickly Charlie's big, throbbing cock reached its full size, stretching Lesa Ann's red, soft lips. She moaned softly, standing bent over, nibbling down the shaft of Charlie's cock until her mouth was filled to overflowing with pulsing prick.
And then, just as suddenly as Lesa Ann had started sucking on her father's cock, she stopped. Standing upright, her eyes shining with lust, she smiled wantonly at her father.
"There," she said hi a low voice. "Now Mother will know what you've got on your mind the second you walk through the door."
Before Charlie could say anything, his daughter was walking away from him, leaving him standing there with his red-hot, bone-hard prick sticking out through the folds of his bathrobe.
Janet was getting impatient, but she was unwilling to move. She wanted Charlie's first look at her when he walked through the door to be an impressive one. And if she was posing rather than just reclining, she doubted that he would notice. With a little luck the impact of that first look would make him blind to her set up.
Janet was just about to give up, thinking at hat maybe Charlie had opted to go out for a drink or something like that, when the door opened. He took one step into the bedroom and then froze dead in his tracks. His jaw dropped open. He just stood there, his hand on the doorknob, his prick standing out from his body, sticking between the fluffy folds of his bathrobe.
"Damn," he mumbled, his eyes widening as they raked up and down over Janet's curvy, voluptuous body.
The tinkle of soft laughter that came from Janet was like music. It was something Charlie hadn't heard in years. Suddenly he felt young and more alive and in love than he could ever remember being.
"I'm glad to see you, too," Janet said, the lusty laughter in her tone as she spoke. "My word though, darling, you seem to be more than just a little ready tonight."
Charlie tried to get his feet to move, but they just wouldn't. His eyes drank in the staggering beauty of his own wife. Her tits were pushing against the see-through robe. The nipples were hard and he wanted to suck on them. The small bikini panties were a tease that aroused Charlie. Tonight was going to be the best ever. He could feel it in his bones.
When he finally managed to make hh body work properly, Charlie closed the door. He slowly untied his bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. He stepped up to the bed, then just stood there, his thick, rigid cock pointing straight out in front of him toward Janet. He put his hands on his hips and paused to take in the full visual impact of his wife.
"I've never seen you look more beautiful," he whispered.
"Then come to me," Janet replied, holding her arms out to her husband, rolling onto her back..
Janet moaned softly when their lips touched. The contact of his strong chest flattening her tits, making her nipples tingle inside her see through nightgown, was electrifying. She opened her lips and greedily accepted Charlie's tongue.
"Ohhhhhh!" Janet purred when Charlie's warm, moist lips abandoned her mouth and nibbled on her perfumed neck.
Janet squirmed on the bed. She pressed as much of her body against her husband as she possibly could. The touch of his hands, his lips, his body... all of it ignited her senses and sent her ablaze with lust.
Very tenderly, as though he were unwrapping a very precious gift, Charlie untied the bows that held Janet's nightgown together. Once her tits were exposed, he greedily sucked on them, opening his mouth wide to get as much of her sweet clit-flesh between his lips as possible.
Janet arched her back, slipping an arm around Charlie's head to force his face deeper into the luscious mound of her tits. Her nipple felt as if it were on fire. The harshness of her husband's teeth against her sensitive tit was as erotic as the warmth and softness of his tongue slipping across and around her tingling, itching nipple.
"Ohhhhh! Yes, my darling! Suck on my tits." Janet urged Charlie as his mouth traveled across the expanse of her chest to capture her other lust-hardened nipple.
While sucking on his wife's tits, Charlie slipped a hand down the front of her body. His fingertips felt the elastic waistband of her panties and he thought of pushing his hand inside, then opted to caress her fiery cunt-lips through the bikinis. When he rubbed her cunt, Charlie could feel the heated moisture of her cum seeping into the panties, and he knew that Janet was really turned on.
When Charlie moved above her, Janet spread her legs invitingly. She reached down and gently took Charlie's cock in her hand, guiding his flaring prick-tip to the moist lips of her cunt.
"Put it in me," the blonde woman purred. "I want to have your cock inside me."
Charlie pushed his hips down. The throbbing head of his cock spread Janet's cunt-lips apart. When he had driven just his cock-head into the hot, tight, velvety smooth channel of his wife's cunt, he paused a moment to look down into her face.
"You look so beautiful with passion written all over your face," Charlie whispered. He kissed Janet's mouth softly as he pushed more of his cock into her cunt. "So very, very beautiful, my lovely wife."
Janet just sighed as the thick, fiery prick pushed deeper and deeper into her cunt. She shivered with desire, her feet flat on the bed, feeling the broad upper surface of Charlie's cock rubbing against her turgid, red-hot clit.
When Charlie had pushed all of his cock into Janet's cunt, she sighed blissfully, wrapping her arms and legs loosely around him. The length of his cock flexed inside her sizzling cunt, the prick so heated it seemed to be burning her up.
"Ohhhhh! Nice and slow," Charlie whispered, pumping his hips up and down, allowing the shaft of his prick to tug at Janet's pink cunt-lips as he fucked her. "This is how it should be sometimes. Nice and slow and easy.
Janet stroked her husband's hair, pushing her fingers through it, allowing her senses to feel everything that was happening. Each time the cock moved inside her hot cunt, the cock-shaft rubbed against her tingling clit spreading the rapidly building fire of her raging desire, pushing her closer and closer to a very fast orgasm.
Hooking her ankles together, Janet moaned, positioning her hips so that Charlie could drive his cock smoothly into her hot, wet cunt. Each lunge made her cunt wetter. Each time he crammed the full length of his cock into her cunt, she could feel her cunt-lips tightening with excitement around the invading cock-meat.
"Ohhhhhh! Faster now," Janet urged, feeling the first tingles in the pit of her stomach. "Drive it into me faster now, Charlie. I need to feel your cock driving in me hard!"
She had not expected to cum so quickly, or so thoroughly. Charlie started pistoning his hips, slamming himself down through the valley of Janet's thighs, pumping all of his prick into her cunt. When she started cumming, when Janet's cunt-juice began flowing from her cunt and she was ripped apart by the spasms of her orgasm, he couldn't contain himself.
"Arrrrgggghhhhh!" Charlie howled, driving his cock with incredible force into Janet's cunt, plowing all of his prick into her cunt until she literally bounced on the bed.
The thick, spurting jets of cum raced from his overheated balls, through the muscular length of his prick, then jetted out of his cockhead. Charlie groaned as he continued to jerk his hips furiously up and down, fucking his wife with long, cunt-stretching strokes.
"Yesssss! Cum in me," Janet whispered. "Cum in me, my darling, my husband."
