"Aw c'mon, Mom! Give me a break! I didn't go outside at all today!"
"I'm sorry, Gary," Lucy said sympathetically. The blonde, voluptuous thirty-six-year-old woman raised her hand and again rapped lightly on her son's bedroom door. "you know what the doctor said. If you don't bathe at least twice a day the infection might recur. The you'll be home sick for another two weeks, and I'm sure you don't want that." Lucy smiled and repeated the knock. "Come on, son. The tub is probably just about full now."
There was a muffled obscenity on the other side of the door. Then Lucy heard the bed creaking, and she knew her son was putting on his bathrobe. Smiling, she leaned against the hallway wall and waited. Her son opened the door a moment later.
"Okay, Okay," Garry muttered. He looked at Lucy almost peevishly, drew the sash of the terrycloth robe tightly about his waist and walked down the hall towards the bathroom. "I just wished that such a fiend about cleanliness, for Christ's sake."
"I'm sorry, son," Lucy muttered. She shook her head affectionately and followed her son down the hall. Just looking at him made something swell in her heart. He was such a handsome boy, tall and with an athletic build; with his mussed brown hair, freckles and forever curious expression he looked like a latter-day version of Tom Sawyer. And only seventeen years old! Lucy sighed and flushed with motherly pride and affection. It wasn't just his good looks, she knew; she would have loved him as much no matter what appearance was. It was because he was her son.
"Jesus is it hot in here," Garry muttered. He opened the bathroom door and waved his arms back and forth, as if to dispel the stem that floated above the bathtub.
"It's suppose to be hot. Nice and steamy, Garry; just like the doctor said." Lucy smiled lovingly into her son's eyes. Then she snapped her fingers and gestured towards his robes." Now off with that thing. Let's get down to business."
At the prospect of exposing his nakedness to his mother's eyes Garry became suddenly embarrassed. Blushing, he averted his eyes and stared into the steam.
"I could do this myself for once, you know," he murmured, "I'm not all that sick anymore."
Lucy smiled and shook her head. "How Garry; you know what the doctor said just as well as I do. You're not supposed to expend your energy any more than necessary."
"Yeah, but," Garry shrugged and shook his head. "It's just ... you know ... I hardly feel sick at all."
"Gary," Lucy said warningly. She narrowed her eyes an looked at her son crossly. It was difficult; it was always difficult to angry with her son. "Take off the bathrobe."
"Oh Jeez! All right," Gary replied. He sighed and undid the sash of the robe. "It's just kind of embarrassing, if you know what I mean."
Lucy remained silent. Garry slid the bathrobe over his muscular shoulders and let it fall to the floor. In the hazy light of the steam-filled bathroom his lean, athletic build glamed like a statue of Apollo. Lucy couldn't help noticing the thick growth of hair across his chest, and how perfectly, provocatively formed his buttocks were. A thick knot formed in her throat, and she had to repress a sigh. Her son, she thought adoringly; someday he's make some deserving woman very, very happy.
"Christ is this hot," Gary murmured. He touched his toe to the surface of the bathwater and winced. Then he climbed into tub and stretched out his back, letting the steaming water come up his chin. "Okay; I'm ready."
"That's a good boy, darling," Lucy said happily. She picked up the bar of soap and the washrag from the sink. Then she knelt on the throw rug next to the bathtub and prepared to soap her son's naked body. "Now, remember what the doctor said; you're supposed to relax as much as possible. Let me do all the work, Garry. Remember, you're supposed to be recuperating."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Gary murmured. He sighed and settled further into the tub. "Whatever the doctor says."
"That's a good boy," Lucy murmured approvingly. She squirmed next to the tub to put herself in good position for the washing. Beneath the lacy, feminine fabric of her house robe the full globes of her ample breasts swayed heavily back and forth. She could fell the stretching along the sides of her rib cage, and the protuberant buds of her nipples distending stiffly with the sensation. She winced. Her breasts were so big that the weight of them hurt her lower back; she'd have to start wearing a brassiere more often, even around the house. Lucy sighed and pushed the rag and soap bar under the water to moisten them. She rubbed the bar into the rag to her son's body and lightly began to soap the firm, muscular flesh of his upper chest.
"Now," Lucy said in a doting, maternal tone of voice. " I want you to tell me all about how you've felt today, Gary. Remember, the doctor wants a complete report."
Gary shrugged and sighed. " Aw, I feel fine, like I said. My temperatures normal and I was restless all, day. Reading in bed's a big pain. I'll bet I can go back to school in a couple of days."
Lucy smiled and moved the washrag up to her son's shoulder caps. "Well from what you say I'll bet you can too, Garry," she said. She raised her eyes and looked at him mischievously. "And I'll bet you'll be glad to go back too, in spite of all you say about the missing your free time and school being a bore."
"I guess so," Gary said noncommittally.
"I'll bet you miss your girlfriend, Terri," Lucy added. She moved the washrag down his shoulders and gently sudsed his long, muscled biceps. "Why, it's been a whole week since the two of you have been together, hasn't it?"
Garry averted his eyes and fidgeted nervously in the tub. "Terri and I broke up."
Lucy let the rag fall into the water and stared at her son in surprise.
"Why Garry! Nobody told me! Now when did this happen?"
"About a week ago." Garry sighed and folded his arms behind his head. "That's why you haven't seen her, I guess."
Lucy stared at her son a moment longer. Then she retrieved the rag and rubbed it soothingly over his lower chest, making his small male nipples stiffen with the sensation.
"Do you mind telling me what it was about?" she asked softly.
Garry said nothing.
"You really ought to tell me, so," Lucy added coaxingly. "I am your mother."
"Ohhhh," Garry moaned. He blushed slightly and stared in exasperation at the ceiling. "We had a big fight - it's really stupid, actually - cause she wouldn't let me - you know - got to bed with her or anything."
"She wouldn't?' Lucy lifted her head and studied her son quizzically. "Why, I thought all girls had sexual relations these days, Garry. At lest that's what I've read. I don't really know myself, of course and women's liberation, I thought the girls could do whatever they liked."
"Oh, horseshit." Gary muttered.
"Please don't swear, darling."
"Well, they won't got o bed with me, at any rate!" Garry laughed.
Lucy dropped the rag into the water and looked at her son meaningfully.
Something in the back of her mind told her that she was treading on forbidden ground, but she loved her son far too much to mind her own business.
"Gary," Lucy asked gently. "Do you mean to tell me that you've never had sexual relations with a girl?"
Garry eyes widened, and swiveled his head towards his mother in surprise. A deep blush of embarrassment colored his cheeks. Gary averted his eyes and stared shamefully in the bath water.
"Answer my question, darling," Lucy coaxed.
"No," Gary muttered.
"You mean you're a virgin then."
"Yeah."
Lucy sat up next to the tub and stared silently at her son's humiliated, youthful expression. She shook her head and sighed heavily.
"That isn't healthy, Garry," she said softly. "A handsome seventeen year old boy like you should be having sex with lots of girls .You need a sexual outlet, son."
"Do you try to have sex with girls?" Lucy prodded.
"Yeah," Gary replied
"And they won't let you. Is that it?"
"Yeah."
"Do you have any idea why not?" Lucy asked gently.
"Because I'm too fucking ugly, that's why!" Garry exclaimed suddenly.
Lucy leaned away from the tub and stared at her son in wide-eyed bewilderment. His expression had changed completely. Now he looked almost as if he were about to cry; Lucy could see the moistness under his eyelids, the redness in his cheeks and the miserable line of his lips.
"Garry!" Lucy exclaimed.
"I'm sorry!" Garry shouted. He buried his head in his hands and leaned against the wall at the far side of the tub. "I know. I shouldn't swear! I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry about everything!"
For several seconds Lucy simply stared at her son in stupefaction. Then she felt herself overwhelmed by a motherly, loving need to comfort him. Before she knew what she was doing Lucy leaned far over the tub, oblivious to the fact that her sash of her housecoat fell in the water. She wrapped her slender arms tightly around her son's neck and pulled him close to her voluptuous bosom. Her moist full lips touched his ear lobe, then his chin and the redness of his cheek. Lucy pressed her lips tightly into Garry's and kissed him hotly, painfully conscious of the way her heart pounded with maternal concern and adoration.
"Oh Garry, you're not ugly, you're not ugly, you're not ugly at all!" Lucy cried. She kissed her son hard on the lips and then moved her lips frantically from his nose to his dimpled chin to both his cheeks, like an animal trying to lick clean the wounds of another. "I don't ever want to hear you say that about yourself, ever again! Do you hear me? You're my son, darling, and I'd never lie to lie to you. You're a very, very beautiful young man!"
Garry said nothing. Instead he only blushed that much more deeply and stared into the bathwater, as if it held the answer to all his problems. After a while Lucy reluctantly disengaged herself from the embrace. For a moment she simply knelt next to the side of the tub, staring at Garry and smiling happily. Her mind reeled with a thousand thoughts of him, all the secret memories she had stored deep down inside since his childhood; at the moment she was sure she loved him as much as ever in either of their lives. Lucy sighed and shook her head characteristically. Then she picked up the wash rag and silently resumed the soaping of his body. She finished his chest and moved the rag down to his stomach, pressing the dripping terrycloth fabric into the indentation of his navel and scrubbing in light circles around it. Lucy smiled and glanced down her son's body, looking towards his thighs and his genitals; she would have to wash them next. Then her breath caught in throat, and for the first time she dropped the washrag without having intended to.
Garry's penis was rapidly swelling into erection. Lucy's eyes widened enormously, and in spite of herself she stared blatantly at the thickness of his male organ. Ordinarily Garry had a very nice, well endowed cock. Lucy has seen it many times, particularly during the last week when she had had to wash him twice every day, and she had secretly learned to appreciate his male endowment; it was just one of many things about him that would extremely happy. But every time she had seen it before, it had been completely flaccid, hanging limply between his thighs, obviously in an unaroused state. Now his penis was obviously not flaccid at all. It was still nor completely hard, but it was apparently growing into full tumescence. Lucy gasped lightly and stared at it. Her son obviously had an exceptionally long, thick member The underside of it was turned to her; she could see the swollen bloated pinkness of his genital flesh, and the welter of blue veins that stood along the surface. The head of his prick was spongy and protuberant. As looked at it twitched and bobbed luridly before her eyes, moving form his upper thighs to navel as the length his bloated organ swelled quickly with complete load blood.
Lucy pulled her eyes away for the stiffening length of her son's prick and looked at his face. Garry was obviously aware of what she had been looking at. His were flushed crimson with humiliation, and he again looked as if he was about to cry. His expression was helpless and pleading and utterly alone, like a lost little boy: He managed to hold his mother's eyes for only a second. Then he averted his gaze and stared miserably in the water.
For a moment Lucy didn't know what to say. She felt quite embarrassed herself. The sight of her son's blood engorged member did arouse her, and she felt guilty about the excitement of her incestuous desires. But she knew that her son was apparently much humiliated by the experience than she was, and she felt a tremendous need to comfort him in any way she could.
"Oh Garry," Lucy sighed. She assumed her most forgiving, maternal expression and stared lovingly in his eyes. "You mustn't be embarrassed, darling. Sexual needs are perfect natural." Lucy lifted her hand and soothingly caressed her son's shoulder. "You're only a seventeen year old boy, a teenager. Teenage boys are very easily excited. Why, I remember when I was a girl; teenage boys were just the same way then. It's perfectly natural for you to be excited, Garry. Gary. You shouldn't be embarrassed by it all."
"Yeah, yeah," Garry said. He lifted his head and stared painfully at the ceiling. "I know that, but ...oh Mom ... oh Christ ..." The discussion of his sexuality was evidently more than Garry could stand. He groaned heavily and buried his head in his hands.
Lucy hesitated and studied her son's expression as carefully as she could, trying to understand what was bothering him so much. When she spoke again her voice was quiet and understanding as she could make it; "Garry," she said, "does it bother you that you became aroused while I was embracing you, your mother?"
Garry nodded his head and kept his face buried in his hands.
All the air seemed to leave Lucy's lungs at once. She pressed her fingers demurely against her lips, momentarily suppressing a laugh.
"Oh Garry, that's so ridiculous!" Lucy exclaimed delightedly. "I've already told you, darling, your excitement is perfectly natural. You shouldn't be embarrassed because I'm your mother! I understand, darling; you should never feel embarrassed in front of me about anything. You're a growing young boy. Maybe I'd be worried if you didn't get an erection."
Garry lowered his hands and stared into his mother's eyes. He was only able to look at her for moment., but in that second his expression was so helplessly grateful for her understanding that Lucy felt moved almost to tears. Her heart pounded wildly in her bosom, and she felt her cheeks flushing with loving adoration.
"Oh, darling!" Lucy cried. Without knowing what she was doing she again leaned across the tub and embraced her son hotly. Her moist full lips laved wetly against his; Garry month opened, and Lucy instinctively thrust her tongue against his.
"There, you see!" Lucy exclaimed. She kept her arms folded around Garry's neck and giggled softly, hoping that she would be able to make him laugh. "I'll kiss you just as often as I want to, son, and there's nobody who can stop me! Why I love you too much to stop even if I wanted to!"
Garry said nothing in response. Instead he lowered his eyes and continued to stare at the bathwater. His expression was extremely strange. His eyes were both subdued and excited; his lips were curled in a look as if he was overwhelmed by so many emotions at the same time that none of them could be clearly expressed in his face.
"Garry! What is it?" Lucy narrowed her eyes and worriedly studied her son's face. Then she swiveled her head slightly and stared down his body. Immediately her eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and a deep gasp emanated from her throat. "Oh son," she sighed breathlessly.
Garry's penis was now as hard as a rock. The long thick trunk stood out of the bath water like a length of iron pipe, throbbing stiffly straight up in the air. The upperside of his cock was now turned to her, and Lucy could see how hard his organ really was. The blue veins stood out luridly for the hardened pink flesh, like the exhaust pipes of racing car. The mushroom-shaped head was swollen and bloated with its engorgement of blood; even as Lucy stared a it, it twitched and bobbed spasmodically, and she could see thin trail of translucent seminal drippings emerging from his cum slit.
"Awww, Mom, I'm sorry." Garry murmured. He pressed his palms against his face and shuddered convulsively; for the first time Lucy heard him sobbing. "Aw, shit, I just fucking can't help it! I don't want to but I can't help it, I fucking can't! I get so fucking horny, awww, Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh God ..."
It took Lucy a moment before she could recover enough to answer him. She knew her son was in mental anguish, and she desperately wanted to comfort him. But for several seconds all she could do was stare at the throbbing stiffness of his meaty erection. As she did so her eyes widened enormously, and she gulped reflexively. It was simply huge, at least eight inches long and equally thick. And it was so incredibly, impossibly stiff. The thick stalk of his swollen member stood out of the water like a baseball bat, like heavy wooden club' its blue-veined stiffness actually shivered with every pulsation of blood through it, like a taut archer's bow. Lucy liked her lips and gulped again. This was beginning to make her extremely excited. Beneath her housecoat she could feel naked, curvaceous body tingling with her wanton arousal; the pouting lips of her pussy were moist and swollen with horniness, and she could sense the pungent wetness of juices flowing profusely through her loins.
"Awwwwww, God, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Garry repeated incessantly. He was obviously crying helplessly now; over his fingers, his forehead was crimson with shame, and his whole body shook convulsively in the bathtub. "Just forgive me, Mom, oh, Mom, oh please! I can't help it, I swear I can't help it at all."
"This isn't healthy, son." Lucy murmured softly. She tried to lift her eyes to her son's face, but continued instead to stare at the stiffened length of his penis. "Its one thing to be aroused easily, but it's another to be .. like this. It isn't healthy to repress your desires so much. You need ... you need to have some sort of outlet. I know it would be better with a girl, but at least you should masturbate."
"I do fucking masturbate!" Garry cried. He removed his hands from his face and stared at his mother pleadingly. Hs expression was masked of frustration and misery. "I masturbate all the fucking time! I'm telling you that it doesn't do any fucking good! Least goddamn thing happens to me, any thing at all and I get another fucking hard-on! I can't help it, I swear ... oh Christ!"
"Then you need to be with a woman, Garry," Lucy said vaguely. She tried to pull her eyes forcibly to her son's face, but simply couldn't stop staring at the swollen thickness of his erection. Her own sense of arousal had grown much more ravenous; her nipples were distended stiffly beneath the robe, and the hair-fringed lips of her cunt literally pulsed with her raging genital heat. "This is very unhealthy. You're going to congest your testicles this way ... with too much sperm, You have to start having sex, son, the sooner the better."
What the fuck am I supposed to do!? Rape somebody!" Garry lifted his head and looked at his mother with shameful helplessness. "I tell you they won't go to bed with me! I ask 'em to but they won't, they won't fuck me at all! Awwwww, Mom ... oh Jesus!" Garry pressed his palms against his face and clawed his cheek with his fingers. The he simply cried, letting his miserable tears drip into the bathwater.
"Oh Garry," Lucy sighed.
Garry didn't answer. Instead he cried that much louder, now it took as if he would be unable to stop. Lucy stared at him and bit her lip, feeling a much pain as he did. The she closed her eyes and tried to think. The decision she faced with was very simple, and she already knew there was only one possible.
Secretly she always wanted to have intercourse with her son. The desire had been present in her ever since his birth, since she saw his penis and realized that she'd had a boy. It is true that Lucy was an extremely horny woman. She recognized that in herself, and sometimes when she became aroused by the sight of her son's lean, muscular body it embarrassed her terribly. But deep down inside she also knew that her incestuous passion was basically only another expression of her love for only child. Garry was a sensitive, intelligent boy, not like the others brutes in the neighborhood. Lucy in a way wasn't surprised by the news that he was still a virgin at the age of seventeen. The girls in the neighborhood were brutes to; a first sexual experience with one of them might do him terrible damage. No; Garry needed tenderness and understanding, the special gentleness only a mother could give him. Lucy had always known that, but out of a sense of conventional morality she had restrained the force of her incestuous desires.
But for her son's sake she could longer afford to restrain them now. Lucy bit her lip and shuddered, painfully conscious of the enormity of her decision. Then she lifted her hand and moved it across the bathwater. Her fingers touched the blue-veined stiffness of son's bloated organ; she could feel its pink hardness throbbing against her hand now, its meaty thickness against own flesh. A convulsive shudder ran the length of Lucy's body. The heat of ravenous passion pervaded her entire body now, moistening the fleecy curls of her pubic vee and making the inner walls of vigina throb spasmodically with the need for copulation. Lucy signed and opened her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the meaty thickness of his erection and closed her hand around the center of his throbbing dick. Then she squeezed the flesh with a loving, insistent pressure.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mom! Oh my God!" Garry cried. He gasped transfixedly and stared at the spectacle of his mother's fingers encircling the pulsating stalk of his engorged member. "Mom, you can't ... Jesus, what are you doing?"
"You need a sexual release, son," Lucy replied calmly. She smiled and began to stroke her hand lovingly up and down the length of Garry's dick, sighing as felt her son's blue-veined stiffness throbbing against her palm. "Repressing it is bad for you. You might do damage to your system. You need a woman very very badly, and I guess I'm just the only one around."
"Yeah, but ... Jesus Christ!" Garry gasped. He grimaced and pushed his hands tentatively against Lucy's shoulders. "No, you can't do that! Mom, for Christ's sake, cut it out!"
"I'm going to do it, Garry," Lucy said gently. She turned her shoulders away from him and leaned over the side of the bathtub. Then she began to stroke his erected penis much more intently, doing everything she could to arouse him past the point of control. Immediately the stalk of engorged member grew even stiffer in her hand, so much so that it literally pulsated wantonly in her grip. Lucy smiled secretively and continued to stroke him, sliding her fingers repeatedly over the hardened pinkness of his dick. She was thirty-six years old and she'd already been married. Experience was the best teacher. Lucy knew what turned men on, the way they liked to have their pricks handled, and she especially knew the desire of her own son:
"Oh, Mom," Garry groaned.
"Relax, darling; just relax," Lucy said soothingly. She smiled maternally down at his blood-engorged organ and stroked it in long, steady movements, making the bathwater splash lewdly against the sides of the tub. "You need a sexual release, and I'm going to give it to you. I want to help you, son. Now just let me do all the work for both of us."
"Oh, Mom ... oh Christ," Garry muttered. He raised his hands and made a last tentative motion to push his mother away from him. Then the ravenous sensations of his arousal evidently became more than he could resist. Garry grimaced and bared his teeth, flaring his nostrils with animalish excitement. His hands gradually fell from Lucy's shoulders back into the tub. Then a heavy sigh emanated from his lips and he relaxed dreamily into the water, relinquishing himself to the depraved pleasures of incestuous gratification. "Oh, Mom," he repeated. His cheeks flushed with desire, and his lips curled into a luridly happy smile. "Oh Mom ... oh, God ... oh, Jesus, Jesus ... oh, Goooooddd ..."
"That's right, darling, that's right," Lucy murmured. She studied her son's helplessly transfixed expression and giggled lightly. He was still such a boy, she thought lovingly. Teenage boys were like that; they were so excitable; they were like animals in a way, horny day and night. Lucy smiled and returned her attentions completely to the meaty thickness of Garry's erection. The crown of his member was swollen to adder-like proportions, throbbing lewdly over her rapidly moving hand. Lucy readjusted her grip around the stalk of his organ so that her thumb would give him much more pleasure. Then she dropped her free hand into the water between his thighs. Her fingers found the hairy sac of his testicles. The orbs of his balls were bloated and congested with their engorgement of sperm, drawn up tightly along the underside of his member; Lucy knew it would not be long before her son had his orgasm. Smiling, she clasped her hand around his testicles and squeezed them gently as she continued to stroke his aching cock.
"Unggghhhh!" Garry groaned. He winced and shook his head against the sides of the bathtub, as if barely able to stand the force of his gutteral arousal. "Oh, Mom ... oh, fuck, that's so good ... unggghhhhh! Unh ... ung ... unh unh unggggghhhhh!"
"Do you like that, darling?" Lucy asked. She studied her son's agonized expression and giggled salaciously. "Maybe you'd like to do it a little harder." Lucy tightened the grip of her hand around her son's swollen member. Then she began to masturbate him in short, urgent movements of her elbow, as if forcibly milking the creamy white fluid out of the orbs of his bloated balls. Immediately Garry's grimace intensified, and as his cock throbbed spasmodically in his mother's hand, he writhed helplessly in the bathwater.
"Unggghhhh, Jesus, Jesus Christ!" he grunted. Garry grimaced and his hand on top Lucy's knuckles, as if encouraging her stroke his bloated organ that much harder. "Unhh, unhh, unhhh ... harder, Mom do it harder, I'm gonna cum!"
"You go right ahead, Garry," Lucy murmured. She smiled and bent a little further over the tub, concentrating more fully on the frantic movements of her hand over his blood-engorged member. "Go ahead and cum, darlin, it's good for you. You can do absolutely anything you like."
"Ungghhh, unggghhh, unggghhhhh . . " Garry grunted. His expression contorted in an agonized expression of sexual desire. Then the swollen shaft of his prick stiffened to absolute stiffness in Lucy's masturbating hand, throbbing and heating furiously against her palm. "Awwwww, Mom ... cumming, ungghh, God, I'm cumming ... ungghh, ungggh-hh, ungggghhhhhh!"
Suddenly an enormous gusher of mil-white seminal fluid spurted from Garry's twitching cum slit. It was easily the most profuse release of sperm Lucy had ever seen. The first spasm spurted almost two feet in the air, jetting out of his naked chest and plopping luridly on his naked chest and shoulders and neck. Lucy gasped and continued to tug her hand along the blue-veined stiffness of his throbbing dick, sperm out of his bloated testicles. The spurts kept coming, again and again and again. Finally the creamy semen simply oozed from his spongy cockhead, dripping lewdly down the backs of Lucy's fingers and moistening his tawny public hair with cum.
"Oh, Garry, oh my God!" Lucy gasped. She widened her eyes and stared disbelievingly at the profusion of her son's semen. It covered his chest completely, like a river running from his neck to his loins. Lucy could see droplets of his sperm on the sides of the bathtub and the tiled wall behind them. Oh Garry," Lucy repeated. She shook her head and studied the length of his still throbbing erection encased in her fingers. "Garry, my god I no idea you were so ... excited!"
Garry said nothing. Instead he simply closed his eyes, folded his arms across his forehead and settled into the bathwater. From experience Lucy knew he was too overwhelmed by the intensity of their first incestuous contact to be thinking of anything.
"Honestly, Garry, I can't see why you should have any trouble getting a girl," Lucy murmured distractedly. She stared at the swollen thickness of her son's organ in her fist and shook her head repeatedly back and forth. For moment she did not feel so much like his mother as like any red-blooded young woman, in complete awe of a teenage boy's unexpected male prowess. "I mean, your cock," Lucy continued. "It's so big and thick, and it gets so hard. And the way you just had your orgasm. I mean, seriously; I'd think any girl your age would be simply delighted."
"Ohhhhhh," Garry moaned. "Ohhhh, god ... oh did that feel good."
"Well I would imagine it would," Lucy said. "Keeping so much sexual fluid stored inside your testicles; it's simply unbelievable. Honestly, if I'd known about this before I would have had to do something about it much sooner. Repressing your desire is very bad for your health, son. Everybody needs an outlet, especially a teenager your age."
Garry remained silent. Lucy shrugged her shoulders and glanced back to the blue-veined stiffness of his engorged organ. Instantly her throat thickened, and she felt her cheeks flushing with color. Garry's cock was still hard! It was not as rock-hard and rampant as it had been before his orgasm, but it was still obviously swollen with blood in a state of arousal. Lucy could still see the blue veins standing out its bloated pink surface, the spongy head of his dick throbbing lightly with irrepressible desire.
"Garry!" Lucy gasped. She leaned and tightened the grip of her fingers around his half-erect member, as it performing a test; immediately it grew a little harder in her hand. Lucy widened her eyes and stared disbelievingly into her son's face. "Why Garry, my God, you're still excited, aren't you? Even after all that!"
Garry nodded his head and sighed.
"Okay, darling, all right," Lucy said softly.
Garry nodded his head.
"I hope I didn't lead you to believe that you weren't supposed to masturbate," Lucy said worriedly. She frowned and move her hand with increasing speed along the stalk of his bloated organ, adjusting the temp of her masturbation to the throbbing of prick. "I never intended to do that; those stories about self abuse and blindness are just old wive's tales you know. In moderation it is an excellent sexual release, especially for boys your age. Oh Lord!" Lucy winced and sighed as she thought of her son's misery. "And you've been keeping all of this inside you, with all your problems. I only wish I'd known about it sooner."
Garry remained silent. Instead he groaned and held his arms over his face and squirmed pleasurably in the bathwater, relinquishing himself entirely to forbidden delights if incest. Suddenly Lucy realized exactly experience had excited her tremendously; beneath her housecoat her moist pussy flooding with her womanly juices. She wanted to it, she thought, and it would be good for her son too. Garry needed sexual pleasure. She knew exactly what he wanted, and it was much better than her hand.
"Oh, darling," Lucy murmured. She stopped jerking his prick and wrapped her fingers around the very base of his tumescent organ, holding it straight up above his loins. Then she leaned far over the bathtub. She opened her mouth and lowered her head over the spongy, purplish crown of his mushroom-shaped cockhead. Her lips touched the circumference of his blue-veined shaft. Lucy closed her mouth pursed her full lips wetly around the throbbing stiffness of her son's erection, making the grip of her mouth as tight as she could. Her cheeks puckered inwards to increase the suction in her throat; automatically began to stroke her hand rhythmically along the base of his member. Then she began to suck feverishly her son's all the strength she had in her, laving her tongue lewdly around the head and sucking the length of his bloated organ deep into the warmth of her throat.
"Mom! Jesus Christ!" Garry gasped. He opened his eyes wide and let his arms his fall to sides. For a second he seemed unable comprehend the spectacle of his mother sucking his meaty erection. Then pushed his hands against the bottom tub and made a vague attempt to pull away from her.
"No, darling, don't'," Lucy said. She lifted her head momentarily and stared shamelessly into Garry's eyes. "You need this Garry. Don't feel ashamed of yourself. It's perfectly natural. I only wish I'd known bout your predicament sooner."
Garry continued to stare disbelievingly into her eyes. Lucy smiled and turned m him. Then she again lowered engulfing the length of his rampant erection deeper in her throat. This time sucked his cock much harder, hopping that the intensity of the pleasure would help Garry forget his inhibitions. Her tongue writhed around his spongy crown a slippery eel; she clasped her lips und the swollen stiffness of his cock and licked it furiously, as if forcibly trying to raw every inch of his blood-engorged member deep into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh," Garry moaned. "Oh God...oh God ...ohhhhhhhh..." For a moment longer he seemed indecisive, poised between two alternate choices. Then the exquisite sexual pleasure got the better of him. Garry moaned and closed his eyes. He his arms across his face and settled water, giving himself up completely to his mother's lips and hands.
"That's right darling, that's right," Lucy he lifted her head momentary and smiled at Garry adoringly. Then she wrapped her lips around his prick and returned her complete attention to his blood-engorged organ. She could feel it throbbing in her mouth now, the sac of his testicles contracted tightly along the, underside of his dick; she knew from experience that it would not be much longer before he had his second orgasm. Lucy mewled softly and sucked her son's erection that much harder. The salty taste of his penis filled her whole mouth. She could hardly wait for his orgasm, for the heavy white droplets of his sperm gushing and spurting against the back of her throat. Lucy knew how excited she was; her cunt was literally gurgling with the flow of her juices, and her clitoris was completely erect; she knew she would suck down every single drop.
And it didn't matter, she thought. Lucy smiled and bobbed her head rhythmically over her son's loins, fucking herself in the mouth with the swollen stiffness of his erection. It didn't matter what any of them thought, if the taboo against was so strong that she might be put in jail. What was the difference if her son was sexually frustrated and miserable? That as the only important thing. He needed her help. And she would give it to him. She would give him absolutely anything he wanted.
CHAPTER 3
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Lucy pressed her hands over her ears and continued to pace nervously around her bedroom, trying to block out the huckster's voice. She didn't want to hear it she thought miserably; the commercials on the radio were banal and meaningless, and the music was even worse. But she was afraid of the silence even more. If she shut off the radio the absence of fooo of sound would fill the whole room. Then, inevitably, she would hear her son moving in the adjoining bedroom, and she would be reminded of the whole thing again.
Her son. Lucy sighed unhappily and walked more quickly around the room. it was now late the next evening, just over a full day since her incestuous contact with Garry, and she had been miserable ever since. It had ended terribly. As soon as Garry had cum in her mouth all his old inhibitions had seemed to pour in on him at once; without saying a word he'd simply climbed out of the tub and left the bathroom, leaving his mother behind him. Lucy had hardly talked to him all day, and when she had it had been obvious that their sexual experience had upset him terribly. His expression had been haggard and miserable. He couldn't even look her in the eye for a second; he looked as if he didn't know who he hated more, his mother or himself.
And it was all her fault. Lucy moaned and hugged herself tightly as she passed the mirror feeling her fingers press into her bare arms through the sheer fabric of her robe. She couldn't remember the last she'd felt so utterly ashamed. Deep time down inside she knew that her motives for having sex with her son were completely pure; he was terribly frustrated, and she loved him; it was only natural that she should try to help him as best she could. But in retrospect she couldn't stop herself from wondering if that was the case at all. Maybe she wasn't so loving and caring; maybe she was just a horny middle-aged woman who would do anything to copulate with a teenage boy, including partaking in the forbidden pleasures of incest. Lucy shook her head and held her shoulders of incest. What was the difference, she thought miserably. That was what Garry thought of her; he'd probably hate her for the rest of his life.
"Oh God, " Lucy moaned. She sat suddenly on the edge of the bed and held her head in her hands, unconsciously mimicking her son's gesture in the bathtub. None of this would have happened if Daniel hadn't left her, she thought guiltily. It had been over a year since his departure, and she'd been alone ever since. Perhaps if he'd stayed their family life would have been more normal. Then she would have had a husband to care about, someone to love besides her only child. Maybe it would have been better ...
"Oh no," Lucy said. She stood up quickly from the bed and blinked her eyes, deliberately trying to clear her mind of the foolish thought. No, she reminded herself, no, that was ridiculous. Her husband Daniel had been a brutal, sadistic man She'd never wanted to marry him in the first place, but it had been her family's decision, and in hindsight she knew that going along with them had been the worst choice she'd ever made. In their seventeen years together Daniel had always treated her with an unfailing. sense of malice and hatred. Even his job had been bad, Lucy thought. Owning his own truck driving that big Kenworth day in and day out from one end of the country to the other, being away, from home for weeks at a time ... that was no kind of life for a husband and father. No, Lucy thought emphatically, no., no, no way at all. Daniel had even looked vicious. Six-foot three-inches in his stocking feet, 240 pounds of heavy muscle, would have been more a face and head that would have been more appropriate on a grizzly bear. Lucy could even remember several time been scared to look at him, when he'd been treating her kindly. No, she repeated to herself; she would just have to stop looking at the past through rose-colored glasses Daniel's departure had probably been the best thing that ever happened to her in her life. It was true that she had little money, that he'd left her almost without a penny to her name and a mortgage to keep up, but it didn't matter. Even being alone with Garry was better than being with him.
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Lucy walked hurriedly across the room and shut off the radio. Then she stood still and listened carefully. For a moment the, silence filled the bedroom completely. Then Lucy heard a faint stirring in her son's room, and she realized that Garry was still awake. A faint shudder ran down Lucy's spine, widening her eyes and curling her lips in an expression of mingled' dread and excitement. Then she turned and walked quickly out of her bedroom. She shut the door behind her, tightened the sash of the robe around her waist and walked the few steps to her son's bedroom door. Another shudder coursed through, her spine, and she felt her stomach churning with fear. But she ignored it. Luc y took a deep breath, raised her arm and lightly rapped on her son's door. It didn't matter, she thought bravely, it didn't matter if he stared at her with utter contempt the whole time she tried to talk to him. This, the wall between them now, was simply unbearable. She had to fight back her own feelings, her sense of embarrassment and guilt. She simply couldn't be alienated from her own son.
"What is it?" Garry's voice asked behind the door.
"Nothing special, darling," Lucy called back. She leaned towards the door and twisted the knob hopefully. "I heard you awake in there. I just thought we could talk for a while."
"Yeah, okay," Garry murmured.
Lucy's son's bedroom was the typical den of an American teenage boy. The floor was littered with heaps of clothing, and the walls and shelve s were cover ed with rock posters, rock albums, books on paranormal intelligence and a few souvenirs of his adolescence. The only part of the room that seemed well kept was his desk, which was devoid of schoolbooks or any other sign of homework. Lucy closed the door quietly ;behind her and padded into the room. Garry was sitting up in bed with a book folded across his lap, naked from the blankets up The only light in the bedroom was the bright glare of his bedside lamp. Half of his face was shadowed, but Lucy ..could see that her son's expression was worried and embarrassed and expectant, all at the same time.
"What are you reading, Garry?" Lucy asked nervously. She smiled and took a seat on the edge of the bed, next to his knees. "Maybe you're doing your, homework for once."
"It was nothing that fantastic," Garry replied. He folded the book and tossed it, onto the floor next to the bed.
"Oh," Lucy said softly.
There was a long pause. Lucy closed her eyes and turned her head, trying to summon up all her will power. Then she opened them again and stared meaningfully into her son's eyes.
"Garry, I suppose you know what I want to talk about, she said quietly.
Garry nodded his head and gulped.
"Maybe you thought to tell me how you feel about it first."
"Oh, I don't know," Garry muttered. He flushed and stared at the blankets. When he continued his voice was a barely discernible mutter. "I mean, Christ the whole thing is really weird. I don't know ... like I don't know how I'm supposed to react to it."
"Do you feel ashamed of what we did?" Lucy asked gently.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Can you tell me why?"
Gary shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, Mom, you know, what do you expect me to say?" he murmured wearily. "I mean, you know how it is. It's incest. That's a really heavy thing. If any body ever found out about it ... Jesus, I'd just be dead. I mean ..." Garry raised his eyes and looked at his mother openly. His expression was helpless and unhappy, as if she were the only person left he could turn to. "Maybe I can tell myself that there's nothing wrong with it, that it's just what everybody else thinks. But I still feel ashamed of it deep down. You know what I mean?"
Lucy nodded her head and smiled. "I know exactly what you mean, Garry.
And, darling, I hope you understand that I was sincerely trying to help you. I mean, honestly, you're such a handsome young man, and it's terrible that you should be so miserable and frustrated just because the girls in your school are acting so ridiculous. You really do need a sexual release, Garry;
I meant what I said last night. It isn't healthy to repress yourself like that. Honestly , honey, I was only trying to help."
Garry chuckled drily and stared at the blanket. "Yeah, that's great," he murmured. "My own mother feels so sorry for me that she has to go to bed with me."
"Oh, Garry!" Lucy exclaimed. She shook her head in exasperation and touched his arm in an effort to emphasize her meaning. "Oh, Garry, you've got it all wrong. I wasn't feeling sorry, for you like that. You've got a beautiful body, son. I mean,, how big your penis is and how easily you're sexually excited. There isn't a girl in the world who wouldn't be attracted to you."
"Yeah?" Gary said. He raised his eyes and looked at her hopefully. "You really mean that."
"Of course I do darling," Lucy said, smiling. "Last night you made me extremely sexually excited. Why, I'll bet I was even hornier than you were."
For a second Garry's expression opened completely, and he actually looked proud and happy. Then something seemed to catch in his face. Garry averted his eyes and stared at the floor. A flush emerged in his cheeks and spread crimson throughout his face. Lucy narrowed her eyes and studied her son quizzically, wondering at the sudden change in her mood. Finally she turned her head slightly and looked at her body. As she did so her throat thickened and her eyes widened; she felt a familiar sensation in her loins, a wanton tremor of arousal coursing through the pouting lips of her vagina. In the center of the bed., under the covers, there was an enormous bulge over her son's waist. Garry had a huge erection.
"Oh, Garry," Lucy sighed.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Garry murmured miserably. He shook his head and grimaced with embarrassment. "Like I said, I just can't, help it. I try but I can't. I'm sorry; Oh God, am I ever sorry!"
"Garry stop it," Lucy said firmly.
Garry stopped moaning and looked quizzically into his mother's eyes.
Lucy stared calmly back at him, waiting for him to quiet down. Then she reached across the bed and patted the bulge of his bloated organ through the blanket, as if welcoming its presence in the room.
"Darling, I'm going to have to ask you to do one favor for me," she said evenly. "I don't want you ever-to be ashamed or embarrassed about anything that happens between us again. I'm your mother, son. There isn't anything you could say or do that would make me love you any less. Do you understand that?"
Garry nodded his head.
"Good." Lucy paused and smiled lovingly into her son's eyes. "Now, if I ask you a question you'll be sure to give. me an honest answer, won't you?"
Garry nodded his head and gulped.
"Good. Now tell me the truth, darling. would you like to have sex with me?"
Garry hesitated only a moment. Then he nodded his head a third time and averted his eyes.
"That's what I thought," Lucy said ,softly. She paused a moment longer to hold her son's eyes, trying to tell him with her gaze alone how much she loved him. Then she stood up from the bed. Flushing slightly, she slowly began to undo the sash of her robe. "Well, you care have sex with me, Garry. And I want you to remember that we can keep on doing it as long as you like."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, Mom," Garry, muttered. He wrinkled his forehead worriedly and squirmed under the covers. "I don't know about this."
"Relax, darling; there's nothing to be frightened of," Lucy purred. Smiling, she undid the sash and let the halves of the, robe open before her body. Then she slid the sheer lacy fabric over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving herself completely naked. "See, Garry?" she said. "Now wasn't that easy?"
It took Garry several seconds before he could recover himself sufficiently to reply. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, and his cheeks flushed with the force of his arousal; he lowered his eyes and stared blatantly at the mouth-watering curves of his mother's voluptuous body.
"Do you like me, son?"
"Jesus," Garry murmured. He bit his lip and frowned, as if his conscience was making a last effort to assert itself. Then he simply shook his head repeatedly back and forth. "I mean ... Jesus, Jesus Christ!"
In spite of herself Lucy couldn't help smiling with a burst of womanly pride. She was thirty -six years old, but she knew her physique had lost nothing with the passage of the years; her body was still much better endowed than the figures of women half her age. Her breasts were exceptionally large and firm, soft and milk white and capped with silver-dollar-sized nipples that were distended stiffly with her passion. Her legs were still long and slender and unblemished, tapering into her lithe hips, plump buttocks and slight, feminine waist. And her pussy ... Lucy flushed-slightly and fidgeted as she stood naked before her wide-eyed son, feeling her skin goosebump with narcissistic pleasure. She had only slept with a few men in her in life, but I their compliments had been enough to tell her that she had one of the tightest and most beautiful vaginas in the world.The hair of her pubic triangle was and brown, like the soil of soft and fleecy the earth; it flowed profusely into the juncture of her milk white thighs, lightly fringing the pouting pink lips of her moist pussy. Her vagina sheath was incredibly tight. That had been one of her problems with her husband Daniel; the walls of her cunt encased his erection so firmly that his excitement grew out of proportion and he orgasmed almost immediately, But that would not be a problem with Garry, Lucy thought pleasurably. Her son was different in every respect. He might cum inside her very quickly, but she knew the massive thickness of his organ would not fail to maintain its stiffness. No, she would in find their copulations just as satisfying as Garry did himself. "Well, what do you think, darling?" Lucy asked. She giggled lightly and moved closer to the bed. Now that the subject of incest had been discussed she felt herself relaxing more around him. "Do you like my body or don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess ... I don't know," Garry: muttered. He blushed and averted his eyes.
"You're going to have to learn to relax around me, son," Lucy said gently. "Remember what you promised."
"All right."
"Good." Lucy smiled and took a seat at the edge of the bed, next to Garry's hips. "Now wouldn't you like to touch me, Garry?"
Garry hesitated briefly. He lifted his head and stared quizzically into Lucy's face. Then he brought up his hand and put it carefully on the curve of her delicate shoulder.
"That's good, son," Lucy murmured helpfully. "Go ahead and do anything you'd like."
"Oh," Garry sighed. He gave her shoulder a little squeeze, feeling the softness of her milk-white flesh beneath, his fingers. Then he moved his hand tentatively over the womanly expanse of her large. breasts. His fingers dug into the smooth ivory flesh and gently hefted the naked globes of her bosom, feeling their weight and sponginess. Garry lifted his free hand and brought it to Lucy s other breast. Then she clasped his hands over the firm mammary orbs and squeezed them luridly, milking and tugging the resilient skin and feeling her dusky pink nipples erect stiffly into his palms.
"Oh, Garry Lucy sighed. A wanton blush of arousal coursed through her cheeks, and her nostrils flared with forbidden passion. This was the beginning to get her extremely excited. Garry's fingers were exquisitely pleasurable; she could almost feel a sensual line running from her bosom to her loins, making the pouting lips of her pussy swell and her vaginal sheath moisten-with her juices. Lucy groaned and squirmed a little closer to Garry on the, mattress. "You can suck them if you want to, darling," she purred huskily. Go. ahead, Garry, just like when you were a little boy. I want you to."
"Oh God" Garry moaned. He continued to fondle his mother s breasts and opened his eyes wide, as if he were completely overwhelmed by the shamelessness of the experience. Then he cupped her right breast in both his hands and leaned away from the headboard. His mouth opened and closed over his mother's large reddish nipple; Lucy could feel his -tongue laving over its stiffened bud. The taste of her' breast seemed to arouse Garry tremendously. He leaned closer to his mother's bosom and wrapped his arms tightly around her back to hold her in position. Then he began to suck her distended nipple with a ravenous hunger, tugging the soft flesh of her breast into his mouth as if he expected to draw milk.
"Unggghhhh ... Garry ... oh ohunggghhhhh-hh!" Lucy moaned. She winced and inclined her head towards the ceiling, whimpering as she felt wave after wave of raging heat course through her hair-fringed pussy. Suddenly she felt her excitement growing almost out of control. Garry's sucking was so good, and her vagina was so wet; she had to see the throbbing length of his erection, feel every blue-veined inch of it buried within the clasping walls of her cunt. Lucy lowered her head and pushed her hand across the blankets towards the bulge of her son's blood engorged member. Beneath the covers the shaft of his erection was as stiff and hard as a rock, as if he could barely wait to cum. Lucy paused to squeeze it luridly through the blankets, mewling as she felt its throbbing stiffness bounding anxiously in her grabbed the edge of the hand. Then she blanket and threw it off his body, leaving her son completely naked. The shaft of his erection was every bit as big and stiff as she had hoped it would be, even more rampant than it had been before. Lucy could see the welter of blue veins standing out lewdly along its pink surface, the swollen, mushroom shaped head twitching convulsively with its engorgement of blood. As her son continued to eagerly suck her breast she reached out and closed her fingers around the bloated stalk of his bate him prick. Then she began to masturbate him in long, sure strokes of her hand, jacking him off just as she had done in the bathtub.
"Unggghhhhh!" Garry moaned. He grunted sharply and released his lips and hands from his mother's breast. Then he simply stared at her hand moving rhythmically over his blue-veined stiffness wincing as his cock pulsated rhythmically with lust.
"Do you want to make love to me now, son?" Lucy asked anxiously. She flushed and squeezed his aching erection provocatively, hoping to excite him as much as possible; she knew she couldn't wait anymore to feel it pounding through the sheath of her pussy. "Please, darling, let's do it now, all right? I'm really excited Garry."
"Unggghhhh!" Garry grunted. He winced and groaned as his mother continued to masturbate his throbbing penis. Then he nodded his head quickly up and down, making it obvious that. he was as excited as she.
"Oh, darling, Lucy murmured. She released her hold on his blood-engorged member and stood up from, the bed. Her breathing was heavy and feverish, and her hair-fringed fissure was literally dripping with wetness; she needed to feel her son's massive erection in her cunt as soon as possible. Lucy climbed onto the bed and straddled her son's thighs, digging her knees into the mat to either side of his hips. The shaft of his blood-engorged member was directly beneath her pussy now; she could see the spongy, purplish head twitching and bobbing luridly, the slit of his cum hole aimed directly at her cunt. Lucy wrapped her fingers around the base of Garry's swollen erection and held it carefully in position. A deep shudder pass ed through her body, flushing her skin and making the walls of her cunt pulsate lewdly with incestuous desire. Groaning, Lucy flexed her hips and lowered herself until the outer lips of her labia touched the mushroom-shaped tip of Garry's member. Then she slid her body slowly downwards, and whimpering as she impaled wincing the first several inches of his stiffened dick into the clinging warmth of her cunt.
"Unggghhhhh!". Garry grunted. He bit his lips and began to shake his head senselessly back and forth on the mattress, unable to bear the exquisite pleasure shooting through his aching erection. "Oh, Mom ... that feels so good ... oh ... oh oh God ... awwwwww ... ."
"Unggghhhhh!" Lucy moaned throatily. Her face flushed crimson with her wanton arousal; she grimaced, drawing back her full moist lips to bare the pearly expanse of her teeth. She could feel the shaft of her son's cock in her pussy now, and it was even better than she had imagined it would be. His bloated thickness seemed to fill her cunt completely; his engorged member was actually throbbing inside her, distending the lips of her pussy as far apart as they would go. "Oh, darling ... oh, darling ... oh God," Lucy whimpered. She grit her teeth and raised her head towards the ceiling. Then she slowly lowered her hips completely over his lean young body, groaning wantonly as the swollen length of his prick slid completely into, her hair-fringed pussy.
"Unh!" Garry grunted sharply. He opened his eyes wide and stared openly at the obscene spectacle of his engorged member resting within the folds of his mother's vagina. Then the force of his desire seemed to overcome him completely. Garry gritted his teeth and dug his fingers lewdly into the milk-white flesh of her thighs. Immediately he began to grind his but tocks furiously on the mattress, eagerly trying to thrust the throbbing shaft of his erection even farther up into his mother's exquisitely tight cunt.
"Oh, son ...oh, son ... unhhhhh ... unhhhhh ...ungggghhhhhh!" A deep gasp emanated from Lucy's mouth, parting her lips and closing her eyes with the ravenous insistence of her passion. As Garry thrust his cock into her pussy she could feel her erect clitoris chafing along the upperside of his massive dick, sending wave after wave of delicious arousal coursing through her loins. Lucy mewled helplessly and leaned over her son's body, planting her arms into the mattress to either side of his shoulders for support. Then she shamelessly began to buck her jiggling buttocks cheeks up and down over her son's body, meeting every stroke of his blood-engorged organ in the convulsive rhythms of fucking.
"Harder, Mom, do it harder!" Garry hissed. He squeezed her thighs more tightly and thrust his hips into her loins as hard as he could. "Unggghhhh! Gonna cum, Mom ... unh! I can feel it! Do it harder! Unhhh, unhhhhh, unhhhhh ..."
"Oh, Garry, oh God, " Lucy squealed. She grimaced feverishly and pounded her pussy into his erection so hard that the bed shook beneath them. For the moment all her fears of incest had been forgotten. All she could think of was that her son had the biggest, hardest cock she had ever imagined, and with every thrust of it inside her cunt her loins drew that much closer to orgasm. Lucy squealed and panted and continued to move her body rhythmically over Garry's erection, lowering her eyes and staring shamelessly at the shaft of his cock sliding into her hair-fringed pussy. It felt so good, she thought vaguely; it felt so incredibly good. His cock was literally pulsating within her cuntal walls, jerking and twitching furiously with its engorgement of blood; she could hardly wait to feel the molten load of his semen exploding inside her, bathing the inner walls of her vagina with his creamy white sperm. "Go ahead and ... unhhhhh ... have your orgasm, Garry," Lucy moaned softly. She gritted her teeth and expelled her air slowly through her flared nostrils, concentrating completely on the frenzied rhythm of their incestuous fucking. "Ungggghhhh ... Oh Garry ... oh, son, that feels so good! Awwwwwww ... it's so big and unh ... and stiff cum inside me, Garry ... I want to feel it ... I want to feel your sperm ..."
The wanton obscenity of his mother's words was evidently more than Garry could resist. The meaty length of his erection grew momentarily to rock-hard stiffness within her cunt; the adder-like head swelled and bloated deep inside her body. Then the enormous load of his seminal fluid exploded from his aching prick. It gushed inside Lucy's cunt in a creamy white torrent shooting deeply inside her and filling her spasming cunt to repletion with the wetness of his semen. The spasms racked Garry's body again and again. Lucy could feel his prick jerking furiously inside her, spurting spout after spout of his fluid against her cuntal walls. A deep flush covered Lucy's cheeks, and she smiled with wanton pleasure. As son continued to cum inside her she to cum inside hr she skillfully gyrate her rounded buttocks over his loins, deliberately contracting the pouting lips of her pussy to literally suck his sperm out of his bloated testicles. "Oh, Garry," she moaned. Lucy lowered her head and watched with widened eyes as her son's seminal fluid dripped out of her gurgling slit, running down the throbbing length of his erection into his pubic hair. "Keep cumming, darling," she whimpered. "Oh ... unhhhhh ... it feels so good, oh God ... keep cumming!"
Then, finally, Garry's orgasm was over. He shuddered and bit his lips, wincing as the final spurts emerged from his twitching cum hole. Lucy looked down at him and smiled. She knew how much pleasure she had just given her son, and she knew that the pleasure was not over. Garry's prick was still stiff and hard within her vagina; it would not be long before he would want to start fucking her all over again.
"Did you like that, darling?" Lucy asked softly. "Oh God," Garry moaned. He looked at his mother and smiled weakly. "Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, I really did."
"How do you feel now?"
"I feel really good." Garry replied. He looked at his mother and smiled broadly for the first time in several days. His cheeks were still flushed with excitement; he lowered his eyes and stared at her naked, voluptuous body with obvious lust.
"I thought so," Lucy giggled. "I liked it too." Lucy sighed and wriggled her hips slightly over Garry's body, making the damp walls of pussy chafe against the throbbing stiffness of his member. "Oh Garry, your penis ... it's still hard!" Lucy smiled and looked at him almost mischievously. "Would You like to do it again, son? We could."
"Yeah." Garry mumbled. He lifted his hands and clasped his fingers lewdly against her breasts, eagerly kneading and massaging the milk-white flesh of her mammaries. Then he again began to gyrate his hips into her mattress, hungrily thrusting the bloated stiffness of his organ into the hair-fringed fissure of his mother's pussy. "Yeah," he mumbled breathlessly. "My cock's really stiff. Let's do it right now!"
"Oh, Garry," Lucy moaned. She bit her lip and grimaced and inclined her head towards the ceiling. For a second she simply remained motionless astride her son's naked body, gasping as she felt his tumescent member thrusting rhythmically into her gurgling cunt. Then she flexed her peach-shaped buttocks and again began to move frantically over him, driving the pouting lips of her moist pussy again and again into the stabbing impalement of his erection. As she did so the walls of her cunt loosened slightly with the profusion of her juices, and the bud of her clitoris throbbed to complete stiffness; she knew it would not be much longer before she had her orgasm. Then they would both have cum, Lucy thought; both of them would be satisfied, and they could keep on doing it as much as they wanted to. Lucy moaned and leaned over Garry's sweating body. Then she wantonly intensified the rhythm of their fucking, driving her cunt into Garry's prick in an animalistic frenzy of lust. It felt so good, she thought repeatedly, so very very good. Her son's cock was so big and thick, and it was always so stiff; she wanted to fuck him forever, just as much as he wanted. She could hardly wait to cum.
CHAPTER FIVE
"0h, I don't know," Dan sighed. He stretched his heavy frame alongside Nelida's body and stared at the mug of coffee resting in his lap. "Maybe I should go back and maybe I shouldn't. If I look at it, like objectively I think one thing. But every bone in my body's telling me to go home where I belong. A year away from your wife and kid is just too long, honey. You know how it is."
Nelida smiled sympathetically an looked out the truck windshield. It was now about six in the morning and the two of them were parked in the lot of a truck, stop, just outside of Cheyenne, Wyoming. Six in the morning was already much too late for their timetable. The load Dan had in the back was mostly perishable, and Nelida knew that if they didn't make it into Kansas City by ten a.m. he would probably be fined heavily. But she also knew that they probably would not really be leaving the truck stop for some time, and leaving the truck stop for some time, and when they did they might not be together. Nelida frowned and looked out the windshield of the Kenworth. Her pretty, deceptively innocent sixteen year old face pouted girlishly with worry. Outside the weather seemed to mirror her emotions. It was bleak and cold; she could see gusts of icy wind pouring across the deserted parking lot, shrieking from the dark silhouette of one truck to another like primeval birds circling around dinosaurs. Nelida smiled briefly. It was nice to be in the truck, lying together in the sleeper and drinking coffee together like this. Dan always complained about how cramped the sleeping quarters but she didn't mi of his Kenworth were, but she didn't mind at all; it was like they didn't have any choice but to cuddle. Nelida frowned suddenly and looked into her mug of coffee. The sad things of course, was that this would ever might-be the last, time they share the pleasure together. She knew that this was the most, important discussion Dan and she had had in a year of being together day and night.
"Why do you want to go back to your wife all of a sudden?" Nelida asked softly.
"Oh, I don't know," Dan repeated. He shrugged his heavy shoulders and stared at her blankly. He was such a big m' an, Nelida thought. Six-feet, three-inches tall, 250 pounds, a broad powerful jaw and the face of a lumberjack; he looked like a professional fighter almost, like a Jack Dempsey with sixty extra pounds. "It just seems like the thing to do, that's all. Lucy was always a real fine woman. I left her without a cent, you know. I wonder if I ever told you how bad off I left her and the kid. Not one red cent." Dan grimaced and stared at his closed fist, as if intent upon torturing himself. Then he sighed and rested his head against the light steel wall of the sleeper. "It's been such a while," he murmured. "I don't even know what they look like anymore. Garry ... shit, Garry must be seventeen years old by now. That's practically full grown."
"But I don't understand," Nelida interrupted. She sighed with exasperation and paused in an effort to phrase her words perfectly. "Danny, this is all so sudden, so out of the blue. Like last night it was just us and now you've got her on your mind again. I just don't get it."
"It was never just us, honey, not the way you think," Dan said gently "Lucy and me was married for almost twenty years. That's a long time, practically half my life. Of course ..." Dan smiled wanly and looked at Nelida as if remembering all the time they'd spent together. "You and me've been together a long time too."
Nelida nodded her head and said nothing. She and Dan had been together constantly for practically a year, and she knew without having to remind herself that he was the only man in the world for her. Without him she was sure she'd probably be dead.
They'd met on the road. Dan had picked her up hitch-hiking out of Xenia, Ohio, less than two blocks from the house she'd lived in throughout her girlhood. Later on Dan had confessed that she was the first hitchhiker he'd ever given a ride to. Ordinarily he was afraid of being hijacked, but at fifteen, Nelida looked even more innocent and pure and angelic than she did now, a year later. What Nelida had never told him, or at least what she had never completely explained, was that he was the first man she'd ever known on her own like that. She'd only decided to run away from home fifteen minutes before he picked her up; that was how long it had taken her to walk the two blocks from her house. Her family life had been terrible. Her father was drunk most of the time, and her mother stayed sober just long enough to beat her. Nelida had known since her twelfth birthday that would have have to leave them eventually. It was only the purest matter of coincidence that Dan had picked her up, that she'd decided to leave home just then.
But the coincidence had occurred and for a year the two of them had lived on the road like husband and wife. Nelida's age didn't matter to Dan; he told her that he'd met full grown women at eleven and spoiled babies at fifty-five, and ten years one way or the other didn't make much difference. But Nelida had always known how important her age really was in their relationship. Dan was forty, twenty-four years her senior. He wasn't just a lover to her, though being her first lover would certainly have been important enough; he was also the father figure she'd never really had in her own. So she'd loved him completely, utterly and without restraint, and there was nothing Dan wanted that she had ever been unwilling to give him. Life on the road for a truck-driver was extremely hard. Usually they drove non-stop from one load to the next, hitting New York on a Monday and Los Angeles the following Friday, maybe taking two days off every four weeks to spend the weekend balling in a sleazy anonymous motel. Sometimes the Kenworth broke down, and they'd be marooned in a blizzard for ten hours to fix it. Sometimes they ran out of money; some times they ran out of work; sometimes Dan ran out of patience and would shout her down until she cried. But Nelida had tolerated all of it. She'd given Dan everything she had, and now that he had taken all of it he was going to go away.
"I'm sorry, honey," Dan said, gently breaking the silence. "I know how this must be hurting you. But I've got loyalties. There's nothing else for me to do."
Nelida raised her head and looked at Dan steadily. She loved him enough to want what was right for him, but she couldn't help wanting to protect her investment.
"I thought you said you were never nice enough to-what was her name?-Lucy. Isn't that why you left her?" Nelida asked quietly. "That you thought you weren't good enough for her."
"Oh yeah, I guess so," Dan muttered. I'm a real asshole, I know that. But things are going to be different this time. There's a big difference between being thirty-nine and forty, at least for me. I feel, I don't know, older somehow., This time I'm going to treat both of them with a little respect."
"What about your temper?" Nelida reminded.
"Oh ... it just won't be as bad, that's all, Dan said. "I just ... I don't know why, but I just know in my heart that I won't abuse her like I used to."
"Like what did you used to do?"
Dan hesitated and wrung his massive hands together, grimacing slightly with embarrassment. "It's kind of shameful, actually, if you want to know the truth. Most of it was ... well, it had to do with her being a woman, with our sex life."
"Did you rape her?" Nelida asked. She remembered the one time Dan had been angry enough to rape her, and shivered briefly with the recollection of his violence.
"Yeah, a couple of times," Dan admitted. "But even that wasn't ... the worst thing. I mean I was real bad to her; I don't even know what got into me. I used to ... well, Lucy was a real clean woman, and she didn't want to do anything exotic in the sexual department, if you know what I mean. And I'd sort of kind to try and force her into it ..."
Nelida bit her lip and nodded her head.
"Like making her give me a blow job when she didn't want to," Dan sighed. "I did that a couple of times. The worst was that I was always trying to do it to her in the ... behind, you know, up the ass." Dan shrugged and shook his head in exasperation. "I don't know, why I wanted to fuck her in the ass. It's kind of weird. But I just did, all the time. I wanted that even more than regular sex. She never let me, but it got real close a couple of times. She'd never talk to me for days afterwards."
"Well, aren't you afraid you right, do that to her again?"
"No, I'm not," Dan replied firmly. He calmly raised his eyes and looked an Nelida and resolutely for several seconds. Then he pulled her gently to his chest and embraced her affectionately, holding her slender teenage body tightly against his. "Nelida, baby, I know what you're thinking. You're trying to keep me from going back to her."
"I guess I am," Nelida admitted miserably.
"Honey, it's just impossible," Dan said firmly. "It's just something I got to do. I feel real bad about leaving you like this, but it can't be helped. You'll make out okay sixteen years old, and you're I mean, you're real pretty, and you know the road real good. You can do a lot better than an old washed up trucker like me."
"Oh God," Nelida moaned unhappily.
Dan said nothing in response and two of them were silent for several minutes. A welter of thoughts ran through Nelida's mind, making her temples ache with concentration and her wide brown eyes throb with repressed tears. Deep down inside she knew that this would be their last time together. Dan was the sort of man who made up his mind once and for all; when he'd reached a decision there was no chance of changing it, regardless of what happened. A deep shudder ran through Nelida's body; she bit her lip and moaned against his brawny chest. But he couldn't leave her, she thought helplessly. She loved him. He couldn't go away, he just couldn't ...
Then Nelida realized he really was going to, and as the enormity of the thought filled her mind she felt a strange, irresistible heat emerging in her loins. This was going to be their last time, she thought, their very last time ... Before Nelida was fully aware of what she was doing she raised her slender arm and pressed her hand between the buttons of Dan's workshirt. Then she mewled softly and pushed her fingers under the hem of his pants, fumbling for, the meaty thickness of his flaccid organ.
"Nelida!" Dan exclaimed. He lifted his head slightly and looked at her in' surprise.
"I've got to, Dan," Nelida whimpered. She pulled down his zipper and insinuated her fingers through the opening of his jockey shorts. Finally she found the shaft of his penis, and she clasped it firmly in her warm fingers. Nelida's body felt as if it was on fire. Her nipples were distended stiffly beneath her t-shirt, and the pouting lips of her pussy were moist and swollen with arousal. Nelida tightened, her grip around the thick trunk of Dan's member and began to stroke it salaciously, exciting him as best she knew how.
"Nelida," Dan repeated.
"This is going to be our last time Nelida said anxiously. "h please, Dan, please let me do it. I've just got to."
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh ... oh ... Christ!" Dan moaned. For a moment longer he struggled to resist the teenage girl's wanton advances. Then the force of his own desires got the better of him. Dan groaned and rested his hands through Nelida's sandy-blonde hair, encouraging her to work over the swelling . shaft of hid engorged organ. His eyes closed dully, and his fearsomely masculine expression illuminated in an obscenely pleasurable smile.
"Oh, Dan ... oh God, it's getting so stiff," Nelida whimpered. She tightened her grip around his blue-veined stiffness and began to stroke his aching member in short, violently urgent movements, as if literally trying to tug the blood into its length. Dan's cock responded almost immediately; within the space of a few seconds it was completely stiff and erect in her hand, throbbing luridly against her fingers. Nelinda groaned and stroked his aching erection that much harder.
"Suck it," Dan muttered hoarsely. He grimaced and dug his fingers hard into Nelida's scalp, urging her head towards the bloated stiffness of his dick. "Unh ... Jesus is that good ... suck it real hard!"
"Yes darling ... oh yes, whatever you say!" Nelida released her hold on his swollen organ and paused momentarily to squirm into the right position beside him in the sleeper. She clutched his pants and pushed them down to his knees, revealing his hairy, muscular thighs and the hairy sac of his testicles, between them. Mewling insatiably, Nelida dug her hand between his legs and gently fondled the orbs of his bloated balls with her fingers. Then she slowly rested her cheek against his stomach. The swollen, purplish head of his member bobbed and twitched luridly before her lips, wanting the clasping suction of her mouth. Nelida opened her moist, full. lips and closed her eyes. Then she took the first several inches of Dan's blood-enlarged member into her mouth and began to suck it hungrily.
"Awwww, shit!" Dan grunted. He signed and relaxed heavily into the thin mattress of the sleeper. "Oh Jesus that's good." He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers savagely into Nelida's long hair. "Unhhh! Yeah, I can feel it! Harder! Suck it harder!"
"Oh, Dan I love you so much!" Nelida gushed emotionally. She held the shaft of his swollen organ tightly in her fist and mouthed the words around the spongy head of his prick. Then she again returned her complete attention to the meaty thickness of his erection. Her lips clasped wetly around the, blue-veined stalk; she auctioned her cheeks and pursed her lips around its circumference, sucking his cock as hard as she could. At the same time she clutched her free hand tightly around the base of his member and began to stroke it lovingly, jerking him off even as she sucked him. In her mouth she could feel his tumescent organ responding to expert blow job. It was completely stiff now, as hard and erect as a rock. She could taste the pungent, salty aroma of him, feel the sensitive flesh of his member pulsating lasciviously between her warmly clasping lips. Nelida insinuated her tongue around his spongy cock head and twirled it rhythmically about his swollen glans, darting the red flesh into his cum slit like a slippery eel.
"Unhhhhh! Dan grunted sharply. For a moment he seemed poised at the apex of sexual pleasure. Then he pressed his hand against Nelida's forehead and pushed her mouth suddenly away from his throbbing dick. "No," he muttered distractedly. "Unhh ... no stop it! Don't suck it anymore."
"What's wrong, honey?" Nelida whimpered kittenishly. She looked adoringly into his eyes and continued to stroke the blue-veined shaft of his prick furiously with her closed fist, as if priming a race-car engine. "Awwww, Dan, I wanted you to cum in my mouth honey. I wanted to taste it. Don't you feel like letting me suck you anymore."
"I want to fuck you," Dan muttered crudely. He grabbed her buckle and made a vague attempt to tear her tight blue jeans off he nubile young body. "Take off your pants."
"Oh, Dan," Nelida gushed. For a second she simply continued to stare into his rugged face, feeling her whole body overflowing with her innocent adoration for him. Then she released her hand from his bloated organ and sat up as much as she could in the cramped sleeper. As quickly as she could she undid her belt buckle and wriggled out of her blue jeans. Finally she was naked from the waist down. In the wan glow of the reading lamp her long tapering legs were milk white and ivory smooth, as unblemished as only the thighs of a sixteen year old girl could ever be. The orbs of her buttocks cheeks, were small and firm and girlish; her pubic hair was soft and fleecy brown, flowing profusely into the juncture of her thighs and delicately fringing the pouting lips of her moist, teenage pussy.
"Oh, shit," Dan muttered. As he stared at Nelida's lithe nubile nakedness his eyes widened perceptibly, and the shaft of his erection grew to a new, throbbing stiffness. "Jesus, hurry up will you? You look so goddam good ... I don't want to wait."
"Im hurrying, lover, I'm hurrying," Nelida murmured salaciously. She crawled over his hips and straddled him, digging her knees into the thin mattress and positioning her hips directly over his loins. Dan's bloated cock pulsed and twitched in midair. Nelida could see the spongy flesh of his purplish cockhead directly between her thighs, the slit of his cum hole aiming directly into her tight, hair-fringed cuntal sheath. Whimpering hotly, she reached down and held the blue-veined shaft of his member in position with her fingers. A deep shudder coursed through her body; she groaned and closed her eyes. Then she slowly, lowered her hips on top of his powerful body, gradually sliding every inch of his blood-engorged member into the clinging warmth of her vagina.
"Ahhh ... ahhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh," Dan moaned. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the lewd spectacle of his meaty erection entering the teenage girl's tight pussy, at the way her pouting labia pursed wetly around his blue-veined stiffness as it slid into her. Then it was all the way in, every inch of his rock-hard shaft embedded in her hair-fringed fissure. Dan groanded and placed his hands on Nelida's hips for support. The cheeks of his buttocks contracted instinctively; he thrust his powerful hips rhythmically into the juncture of Nelida's nakedly splayed legs, initiating the convulsive rhythms of fucking. "Oh, Dan ... oh ... ohhhh unggghhhhh," Nelida moaned throatily. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, and her nostrils flared animalishly with her growing horniness. For a moment she simply sat motionless astride his body, whimpering with excitement as she felt the meaty thickness of his organ pulsing and thrusting into her cunt. Then she dug her knees into the mattress and began to flex the rounded cheeks of her peach-shaped ass, hungrily thrusting her gurgling slit into the stabbing impalement of his organ to meet every stroke of his massive hips. "Fuck me, Dan," she moaned shamelessly. Nelida gasped and leaned far over his body, putting herself in position so that more and more of his enormous member could slide between the clasping lips of her moist cunt. "Oh, Dan. oh that feels so good ... fuck me Danny, fuck me harder! I want to cum ungggghhhhh ... make me cum, Dan, fuck me harder! Unggghhh unggghhh unggghhhhhh ..."
"Oh Christ," Dan muttered. He gritted his teeth and forcibly expelled the air from his lungs through his nostrils, trying to restrain the force of his raging genital heat. Nelida's pussy was so wet and hot and tight; he could feel the inner walls of her vagina clinging to the aching shaft of his member, as if trying to literally suck the semen out of his bloated testesticles. Dan pushed her t-shirt up until it hung on her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Her breasts were small and firm and perfectly formed, capped by exceptionally large nipples that were now distended stiff and hard with her womanly desire. Groaning, Dan lifted his hands and clasped his palms around the naked globes of her budding bosom. He squeezed her breasts eagerly, kneading and milking the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers, making the nubs of her nipples distend and pulse against his palms.
"Oh, Dan ... oh God, oh God fuck me!" Nelida hissed. She gasped and leaned forward into his hands., sighing as she felt his fingers dig deeper into the sensitive skin of her breasts. His cock was so big, she thought hungrily; with every movement of their fucking she could feel it pulsing inside her body, chafing against her erected clitoris and stretching her cuntal walls to repletion. Nelida whimpered and raised her hips, pulling back her loins until only 'the mushroom-shaped head of Dan's bloated organ parted the lips of her hair fringed fissure. With a heavy groan she rammed her jiggling buttocks back into him, impaling herself completely. Then she began to rhythmically pound her hips up and down on his body, gyrating her buttocks so hard that she could feel the springs of the truck shaking beneath them, furiously fucking her cunt in a wanton frenzy of animalistic lust.
"Unh!" Dan grunted sharply. He gritted his teeth and steadied himself beneath her, panting as her pussy moved in a blur over his aching erection. For a second the shaft of his member grew- to rock-hard stiffness in her cunt; he could feel the head swelling to adder-like proportions the hairy sac of his, testicles tightening along the underside of his prick. Then the molten load of his seminal fluid gushed and spurted out of his twitching cum slit. The orbs of his bloated balls emptied completely of sperm; his seminal fluid filled Nelida's vaginal tunnel completely, and Dan watched as it ran out of her slit in a creamy white stream down her thighs.
That was more than Nelida would take. As Dan's seminal fluid shot inside her womb she felt the folds of her pussy contracting feverishly around his spurting dick, the muscles of her back tightening in' expectation of orgasm. "Oh God, " Nelida gasped. She lifted her head and groaned loudly, feeling her face flush with her ravenous passion. Then she frantically gyrated her lithe hips on top of his body, eagerly and shamelessly fucking her pussy with the engorged thickness of his bloated cock. "Fuck me, Dan; I'm cummingl Ungggghhhhhh! Oh, Dan ... awwwwwwww Dan, I'm cumming, Dan, I can feel it,, unh, unh, unh, fuck me harder; I'm cumming! Awwwwwww, Dan! Awwwwwwwwww, awwwwwwww; I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggggggg ..."
The wanton spasms of orgasm jerked repeatedly through Nelida's body, ravaging her cuntal sheath with an exquisitely agonizing explosion. Nelida groaned and fell heavily into Dan's chest. For a moment she simply lay against his body, thinking of nothing except the incredible pleasure that coursed through her loins. Then she realized she had felt the pleasures of copulation with him for the last time. Nelida lifted her head and folded her arms tightly around Dan's neck. She brought her lips to his and kissed him very hard, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Does that feel good, darling?" Lucy asked softly. She raised her head and looked shyly into her son's eyes. "I can do it differently if you like."
"Yeah, that's real good Garry murmured. He shifted lazily on the mattress and groaned. Then he dug his fingers gently into his mother's hair and moved her head back towards his loins. "Do it a little harder, though, will you? Yeah ... just a little harder."
"Oh, Garry," Lucy mewled. She sighed heavily with maternal love and continued to hold his eyes a moment longer. Then she returned her complete attention to the throbbing stiffness of his meaty erection. It was as hard as a rock now, beating and pulsing luridly in her hand. Lucy closed her fingers tightly around the blue-veined shaft and slid her fist down to the base, holding his engorged member in position. Then she opened her mouth and lowered her head pleasurably over the swollen, spongy cockhead. Her lips closed wetly around the tumescent stalk of his erection, pursing and clasping around the sensitive flesh of his stiffened prick. She puckered her cheeks to increase the suction in her throat, and began to bob her head rhythmically over the pulsating shaft. Then Lucy lowered her head and, took over half of his blood-engorged member into the clinging warmth of her oral cavity, squeezing the base of his cock and sucking her son's bloated dick with all the feverish intensity she could muster. Garry groaned in with Iurid pleasure and squirmed on the mattress; Lucy could feel his fingers digging harder into her scalp, as if he could barely stand the agonizing excitement the blow job. Lucy whimpered and sucked his hardened cock that much harder. As she did so she could feel the late afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows of her bedroom and falling, across the milkwhite skin of her naked body, and it occurred to her briefly that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Two o'clock, she thought dreamily; that was when boys Garry's age were usually in school. Lucy giggled lasciviously and took another inch of his swollen member into her mouth, making her son groan with exquisite pleasure beneath her. It didn't matter, she thought happily. It didn't matter what time it was, or what day it was, or if the whole world lived and perished beyond the fortress-like walls of their bedroom. Nothing counted anymore except the forbidden joys of copulating with her son, and the secret pleasures they shared between them.
It was now over a week since their first sexual encounter in the bathroom, and the two of them had shared the pleasures of incest together more times than she could remember. In retrospect it seemed almost funny how nervous the two of them had been in their first several encounters. It was as if Garry had been torn between two separate emotions, the vestiges of his inhibitions on one hand and the real desire he had for his mother's voluptuous body. Every time they'd finished he'd seemed ashamed of himself, as if he'd eaten too much candy and was afraid of gaining ten pounds by the next morning. But that was all a thing of the past now, Lucy thought. Now Garry enjoyed the pleasures of his mother's curvaceous nakedness just as much as she did. Why, Lucy reminded herself more often than not he initiated their sexual intercourse himself. He seemed completely obsessed with her body now, just as he had been naturally obsessed with the milk of her bosom when he had been a suckling infant. The mere sight of her ample breasts or long tapering legs ma I de the shaft of his dick grow into aching erection; a couple of times he had even spurted his semen helplessly at the mere sight of her pussy. Sometimes it seemed to her that Garry was happy only when he had his member embedded in the clinging warmth of her vagina. Lucy smiled; that meant that he was happy nearly all the time.
And she was happy too. Lucy mewled contentedly and intensified the force of her sucking, thrusting her son's blue-veined stiffness so eagerly into her throat that Garry withed in ecstatic agony beneath her. Her fingers tightened around the base of his bloated organ, luridly squeezing and milking the hard pink flesh; she wrapped the slippery length of her tongue hungrily around the spongy head and darted it repeatedly into his twitching cum slit. It felt so good to give him pleasure, she thought, so good to feel the load of his seminal fluid exploding out of his erect penis; she loved to see him cum, loved to feel the creamy white sperm flowing down her throat and loved to massage the spasms out of his aching erection again an again. In the past week she had learned to feel happier than ever before in her life. Her son's body was so lean and hard and masculine, and the shaft of his organ was so big and thick. Sometimes when she had it deep inside her pussy she thought that it would never stop being so stiff, that her son's male organ would continue to grow and grow forever. Every time they had sex together it was even better than it had been before; she had come to experience multiple orgasms with Garry, orgasms so intense and fulfilling that she would have been unable to even imagine them a year ago. It wasn't just the sex itself, Lucy realized. It was that she was experiencing the pleasure with her own beloved child. Lucy knew that every time Garry gave her the satisfying length of his erection she was also giving a gift to him, the warm closeness and consummating shelter that only a mother could offer. He was growing with their pleasure, she thought. She was giving him her body several times a day now, and he was growing-every single time. There was no reason for Garry to go back to school, Lucy thought, no reason at all that they should ever be separated. As far as she was concerned they could continue to lie in the shelter of her bedroom forever, fucking and sucking until they passed out with a delicious exhaustion. Their incestuous joining was to her the most natural combination in the world.
"Oh ... ohhhhh," Garry moaned. His expression contorted in a reddish flush of ravenous passion. Grimacing, he pushed his palm against Lucy's forehead and gently began to move her head away from his loins. "Oh, Mom ... oh God. Ungggghhhhh ..."
"What is it darling?" Lucy murmured salaciously. She held the shaft of her son's meaty erection in her closed fingers and looked at him quizzically. Garry's face looked as if he were about to explode. His eyes were feverishly wide, staring insensibly at the ceiling. "Darling, is something wrong?" Lucy asked. She wrinkled her head with worry and looked intently into his face.
"Fuck me, Mom," Garry murmured breathlessly. "Jesus ... can't stand it ... fuck me!"
"Oh, Garry," Lucy sighed. Her cheeks flushed with adoration, and she sighed heavily with relief. Smiling, she lowered her head and again regarded the shaft of her son's cock. It was completely stiff now, as hard and erect as it would be capable of getting. Lucy could see the welter of blue veins standing out along the underside of his dick, the way, the mushroom-shaped head of his member swelled and bloated with its engorgement of blood. Garry's prick was actually throbbing in her hand now, jerking and bobbing violently, as if he would shoot forth a gusher of semen at any moment. He was ready now, Lucy thought knowingly. He was ready for her to give him her body.
"Oh, Garry," Lucy repeated happily. She leaned forward and gave the spongy head of his penis a last loving suck, pursing her lips hungrily around the hard knob and puckering her cheeks furiously around it. Garry groaned and writhed helplessly on the mattress; the shaft of his erection grew another eighth of an inch, pulsating wildly in her closed fist. Lucy smiled and gradually opened her hand. The shaft of Garry's bloated organ stood straight up from his pubic hair, throbbing stiffly in mid-air.
"Fuck me," Garry repeated shamelessly. He lifted his head and stared wincing at the length of his engorged member. "Awww, Mom, please ... fuck me right now!"
"All right, Garry ... all right Lucy said soothingly. She crawled up from her prone position on the mattress and paused briefly to wipe Garry's seminal drippings from her full ripe lips. Then she quickly straddled his hips on the bed. She dug her knees into the mattress to either side of his upper thighs and leaned completely over his body, supporting herself with her outstretched arms and putting her hair fringed fissure in the perfect position to be invaded by the hardened length of his member Lucy groaned and closed her eyes. She could feel the raging genital heat crawling through her loins, the pouting lips of her pussy moistening with the flow of her womanly juices; she was as anxious for copulation as he was. Lucy whimpered hungrily and lasciviously wriggled her plump buttocks. Then she flexed the cheeks of her ass and slowly lowered her hips. The spongy head of her son's meaty erection entered the clasping wetness of -her cunt; she could feel it throbbing inside her, chafing deliciously against the hair-fringed vaginal lips and the erect bud of her clitoris. Lucy moaned and impaled the first inch of Garry's bloated organ in her cunt, making it impossible for his member to jerk free of the encasing warmth of her pussy. Then she sighed and looked lovingly into his eyes.
"Are you ready, darling?" she mewled mischievously. Lucy swerved her buttocks slightly and forcibly contracted the inner muscles of her vagina sheath, making the head of her son's dick twitch reflexively against her pouting labia. "We can do it anytime you want to."
"Now," Garry moaned hoarsely. He dug his fingers into the ivory smooth flesh of her upper thighs and tried to pull her hips down over his hardened member. "Fuck me," he repeated. "Fuck me ..."
"Oh, Garry!" Lucy sighed. She smiled salaciously and closed her eyes. Then she slowly, deliciously, lowered her hair fringed pussy over the spearing impalement of her son's massive erection. As she did so her throat thickened with desire, and she flared her nostrils animalishly apart. She could feel the meaty thickness of his' organ entering her now, the blue-veined circumference of his ramp t prick distending her moistened labia to the bursting point. Inch after inch of his blood-engorged member slid wetly into the clinging warmth of her pussy, burrowing relentlessly into her hair-fringed fissure. Lucy groaned loudly and bucked her hips, skillfully helping the last several inches of her son's bloated organ to thrust its way into her tight cuntal orifice. Then it was all the way in, every inch of his wonderfully big, hard shaft buried in the clasping tunnel of her vagina.
"Unggghhhhh!" Garry grunted. He grimaced feverishly and threw his hands up to the swaying globes of Lucy's swollen breasts. Lewdly he began to squeeze and milk the white flesh of her bosom, at the same time thrusting his hips into her in the convulsive rhythms of fucking. "Fuck me ' Mom," he moaned eagerly. "Ungghh ungggh ... feels so good ... fuck me!"
"Yes, darling," Lucy purred softly. "Oh yes, whatever you say!" Lucy smiled down at her son's transfixed expression and closed her eyes, momentarily savoring the first sensations of intercourse. His enormous cock filled her pussy to repletion, throbbing and pulsing luridly against the inner walls of her vagina; she could hear her breath coming in fitful pants and gasps, a wanton blush of arousal spreading through her soft maternal cheeks. Lucy groaned and lifted her lithe hips, withdrawing her pussy until only the swollen head of her son's erection parted the pouting lips of her moist cunt. With a heavy downwards movement she thrust his cock back into her body. Then she slowly began to buck her jiggling buttocks cheeks up and down, up and down, again and again, shamelessly fucking her gurgling pussy with the shining length of her son's tumescent erection. "Harder, Mom!" Garry grunted helplessly. He winced and dug his fingers almost savagely into her hips, thrusting his ass off the mattress so hard the whole bed shook obscenely beneath them.
"Unhhhh, Mom! My cock ... it's so hard ... do it harder! Unggghh, ungggh, unggglyhhh ..."
"Yes, darling ... oh yes, unhhh, yes, yes, yes!" Lucy whimpered. She leaned forward until the dangling globes of her mammaries almost touched Garry's chest. Then she frantically began to work her nimble hips over his body in a wanton frenzy of panting lust, fucking his hard young prick as hard as she possibly could.
"What the fuck is this!" an enraged voice bellowed behind them.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At the sound of the once-familiar voice something deep and painful seemed to give way in Lucy's stomach. For a moment she couldn't believe her ears. It wasn't Dan, she thought blindly. As much as it sounded like him it still wasn't; it couldn't be; she would have heard the truck in the driveway, his heavy footsteps pounding through the hall. For the past years she had assumed, thankfully, that she would never see her husband again as long as she lived.
"I said what the fuck is GOING ON!" the voice shouted, even more angrily.
A deep shudder ran the length of Lucy's spine, making her skin goosebump and her cuntal walls contract reflexively around the aching stiffness of her son's bloated organ. Lucy lowered her eyes and looked into Garry's face. Garry wasn't looking at her at all. Instead he was staring past her body at whatever was behind them, and as he did so his whole face contorted in an expression of simple terror. The feeling in Lucy's stomach worsened; she bit her lower lip and made a futile effort to control herself. Then she slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder. Immediately her eyes widened to the size of pinball bumpers, and her lips parted in a gasp of utterly indefensible fear.
It was her husband! Dan was standing directly before the bed, staring wide-eyed at the incestuous spectacle that lay before him on the mattress. Behind him the door to the room was wide open; next to it lay a bundle of obviously hand-picked daisies, carefully tied together at the roots with a pale pink ribbon. Dan was apparently on the verge of a fit of pure rage. His massive fists were clenched at his sides, so tightly that Lucy could see his knuckles whitening even as she watched him. His whole body seemed-to tremble with the uncontainable force of his fury; his expression was a feverish mask of anger and shock.
"Dan," Lucy murmured softly. She bit her lip and tried to think wildly of an excuse. "Oh, Dan ... please ... give me, a chance ..."
"You're fucking our own kid," Dan muttered softly. The meaning of his words seemed to startle him; he quavered as he spoke them, and for a moment he even seemed to reel under their impact like a punch-drunk fighter. Then the force of his outrage returned. Dan gritted his teeth and shivered and took a menacing step towards the bed. "I come all the fucking way home and I find you in the sack FUCKING OUR OWN GODDAMN KID! YOU FILTHY MOTHERFUCKING WHORE!"
"Dan!" Lucy squealed. She bit her lip and stared at her husband in terror. He was obviously out of Control now, so furious that he was capable of anything; she recognized the curl of his lips, the wide, enraged expression in his eyes. "Dan, please ...!"
"You shut your fucking mouth!" Dan bellowed. He stood next to the mattress and stared at his wife's and his son's naked bodies, and then at the obscene spectacle of Garry's blood-engorged member enter of Garry's blood-engorged member entering his mother's gurgling vagina. "I can't believe this," Dan muttered. He shook his head and almost laughed. "I fucking cannot believe my eyes ..."
"Dan ... " Lucy whimpered pleadingly.
"You couldn't wait could you?" Dan said. The degree of his anger seemed to have taken on chameleon-like proportions, expressing itself differently every second ... bitter one moment, shocked the next, capable of murder by the third. "I dump on you, I'm gone for one fucking lousy year and ... and you can't find any goddamn men. So you fuck our, own kid. I can't believe this. What a horny motherfucking WHORE!"
"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. She winced at the sound of his hatred and glanced protectively at Garry. Beneath her her son's face was a mask of helpless fear. His cheeks were sheet white, his eyes were enormously wide. The only part of him that still seemed capable of life was his cock; Lucy could still feel its swollen length beating stiffly inside her body, chafing against the inner walls of her pussy. Lucy shuddered and turned her head back to her husband. She knew what was going to happen next, she thought ominously. She knew exactly what it was, and there was no getting away from it. Dan was angrier than he'd ever been in his life.
"Couldn't wait, just couldn't wait," Dan repeated vaguely. He raised his eyes and stared at Lucy contemptuously. "You know what this is going to do to him, don t you? You know what the books say. This is going to fuck him up for the rest of his life."
"Dan, that simply isn't true," Lucy pleaded softly.
"I told you to keep your fucking mouth SHUT" Dan screamed. He stared at Garry's throbbing prick and giggled strangely, obviously on the verge of complete madness. "You fuck our own kid! You do it to you fuck your own son! Goddamn ... goddamn little glitter slut, damn ... GODDAMN SLOPPY CUNT!"
At the, hatred in her husband's voice Lucy closed her eyes and winced. This was unbearable, she thought, she couldn't take this any longer. Shaking with fear, she lifted her leg and prepared to disengage herself from the spearing impalement of her son's erection.
"DON'T MOVE!" Dan bellowed.
Lucy shivered and turned her head back to him. Then her throat thickened, and she felt herself gasping with a strange mixture of horrible fear and a wanton excitement. There was a big lump in her husband's pants. She could see the bulge seeming to increase in size every moment, growing in a long stiff tube down the inseam of his thigh. Dan had a big erection.
"You don't fucking move," Dan muttered. "If you try to move again I swear to Christ I'll slit your goddamn throat."
For a moment longer the massive truck driver continued to stare at his wife and son on the mattress. Then something seemed to give inside his body, making his fists unclench and his lips curl in an insanely intense smile. Dan caught Lucy's eye and laughed wickedly. Then he fumbled with his belt buckle and quickly began to remove his pants.
"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. "Oh my God ... what do you think you're doing?!"
"You stay right, where you are," Dan muttered. "You move one inch and I swear to God I'll slit your fucking throat."
Dan giggled feverishly and kicked off his heavy shoes. Then he slid both his pants and jockey shorts over his legs and stepped out of them, leaving himself completely naked. A deep blush coursed through Lucy's face, making her skin goosebump and the walls of her vagina contract reflexively around the blue-veined stiffness of a her son's erection. Dan's cock was huge. It stood out from his loins like a length of iron thick and long and absolutely hard, pipe, bobbing and twitching luridly against his navel. She could see the rock-hard stiffness of it even from a distance, the way the mushroom-shaped head was completely filled with blood. Dan held the base of his bloated organ tightly in his fist and grinned wickedly. Then, as Lucy continued to stare at him in stupefaction, he climbed quickly on the mattress. He knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs and stared hungrily at her body, admiring the backs of her long tapering legs, the slender vee of her back and the plump, succulent cheeks of her ass. A heavy groan parted his lips; behind her back Lucy could see the shaft of his swollen member twitching with arousal. Dan lifted his hands and gently touched the bare cheeks of her buttocks. Then he dug his fingers into them and savagely spread them apart, exposing the sizzling cleft of her lass and the puckered ring of her anus.
"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. She grimaced fearfully and made a vague attempt to writhe away from her husband's powerful grip. "Oh my God ... Dan, what are you doing!"
"Oh, do you have one nice little asshole," Dan murmured. He giggled strangely and simply stared at her rectum, as if he were admiring a precious jewel. "Nice and small and tight, . . just the prettiest little asshole in the whole wide world!"
"Dan, stop it!" Lucy squealed helplessly. She felt her cheeks coloring with the humiliation of his words, and she bit her lip in an effort to subdue herself. "Dan, oh God, Dan, please ... what are you going to do!"
Dan said nothing in response. Instead he only smiled menacingly and moved his hand into the cleft of her exposed buttocks. His fingers touched the rubbery sphincter of her asshole; for a moment he seemed only to want to fondle it, titillating it gently. Then he stiffened his finger and thrust it savagely into the small puckered ring, sodomistically invading her rectal tract.
"Unhhhhhgggghhhhhh!" Lucy grunted. Her face contorted in an expression of she winced and drew back her lips to bare her teeth. She could feel his finger thrusting violently up into her rectum, and already it hurt her. But that was nothing compared to the size and thickness of his big throbbing erection ...
"Oh my God!" Lucy shrieked. As Dan continued to thrust his finger through the rubbery grip of her bowels a deep shudder coursed up her spine, making her lips part and her eyes widen with terror. He was going to do that to her, she thought wildly; he was actually going to fuck her in the rectum! Lucy gasped and, looked towards her son. Garry's face was still a mask of fear. He was, obviously much too frightened to, do anything to help her. Lucy grimaced and shut her eyes. Then she began to writhe wildly on top of her son's body, doing everything she could to free herself from the eventuality of her husband's so domistic ravishment. "Stop it, Dan, stop it!" she shouted fearfully. "No, Dan ... unggggghhhhhh ... stop it, you're hurting me!
"Stop it . stop it this instant stop ... ohhhhh ... nnnnnngggggg..."
"You got it coming, baby, really got it coming," Dan murmured. He chuckled and there was no pain, only a low, insistent continued to work his finger through Lucy's forbidden orifice a moment longer. Then he pulled it savagely out of her sphincter and dug his fingers violently into the milk-white flesh of her hips. Lucy could feel his warm breath panting against the nape of her neck now, the warm animal closeness of her torso pressing into her back; she could tell just by feeling him next her husband was easily capable of anything. Dan dug his fingers harder into to her buttocks and squirmed closer to her, until the spongy head of his erected prick hovered luridly at the sizzling cleft of her ass. An obscene groan parted his lips; behind her Lucy could clearly sense his heavy breathing. Grunting, Dan flexed his hips and lifted his loins until the mushroom-shaped glans of his member touched the puckered ring of her anus. Then he violently contracted his buttocks, driving the first several inches of his blue-veined stiffness into the rubbery grip of Lucy's virgin rectum.
"Awwwwwuunngghhhh!" Lucy grunted. She gasped loudly and fell onto her son's chest, overwhelmed by the first invasion of her asshole. For moment there was no pain, only a low, insistent throbbing that emanated fro deep inside her bowels. Then she felt the first agonizing spasms searing through her rectum. "Stop it, Dan, awwwww God, stop it!" Lucy shrieked. She bit her lip and flushed crimson with her pain, almost weeping aloud as her husband continued to drive his swollen member into her tightly puckered sphincter.
"Dan! Take it out of me, unggggghhhhhh! Take it out! Stop it! Ohh pleasssssss ..."
"So how long you been fucking him, huh, Lucy?" Dan muttered sadistically. He clasped his arms around his wife's slender waist and continued to thrust his engorged member into her, embedding inch after inch of his meaty thickness into the rubbery grip of her rectum. "How long you been fucking our kid, huh? I'll bet you really dig it a lot, don't you? Don't even matter that he's your own son, does it? Just another big hard-on to a horny little bitch like you!"
"Awwwwwuunngghhhh!" Lucy moaned. Her cheeks reddened at the shamefulness of her husband's words, and she made a last desperate effort to free herself from the impalement of his dick. Then Dan delivered a particularly savage thrust into her asshole, and the last restriction in her rectum gave way; suddenly she felt every inch of his throbbing erection buried deep up inside the rubbery grip of her anus. Lucy grunted and gritted her teeth in an effort to suppress the spasms that coursed through her bowels. But it was impossible. She could feel Dan's massive prick completely inside her, the shaft of his member distending the fleshy lips, of her anus to the bursting point, the spongy head spearing deeply into her body. "Stop it, awwwww, God, stop it!" Lucy shrieked. "Dan! Take it out of me, Dan!
"Awwwwwww! God you're killing me with it! Take it out! Awwwwwww awwwwwwwwwww, awwwwwwwww ..."
"You're going to love this, baby," Dan muttered. "Whores like you just love getting fucked up the ass. You're going to love every goddamn stroke."
"Stop it, Dan, awwwww, God, stop it! Unggggghhhhh! You're hurting me! Take it out! Un-gg-gh-hh-hh, oh God; oh, oh ... awwwwrrrrrrggggghhhh ..."
"Ahhhh," Dan sighed. For a moment he hesitated, savoring the clinging warmth of his wife's rectum. He could feel the powerful muscles of her anal sheath contracting instinctively around the bloated stiffness of his cock, and the sensation was incredible; it was as if her asshole had a mind of its own, as if it were forcibly trying to tug his aching erection all the way up in her bowels. Dan moaned and bit his lip. Along the underside of his prick his testicles were tight and hard; he knew it would not be much longer before he had his orgasm. Wincing, he withdrew his turgid shaft from the hot buttery depths of her anal fissure until only the mushroom shaped glans parted the puckered lips. With one violent movement of his hips he drove it all the way back in again. Then he furiously began to move his body behind the rounded cheeks of her ass, rhythmically fucking her rectum with long jarring strokes of his blood-engorged member. "Fuck her, Garry," he muttered hoarsely. He winced and intensified the rhythm of his movements, reaming out Lucy's virgin asshole so hard that the bed shook beneath them. "Come on, fuck her pussy!"
Garry whimpered and shook his head no.
"Come on, Goddamn it!" Dan shouted. He grimaced angrily and clasped his fingers around the dangling globe of Lucy's right breast. Then he held it up in front of Garry's face and squeezed it so hard that the milk-white flesh wilted under his fingers, making Lucy squeal with pain between them. "You want me to tear her mother fucking tit off? Fuck her! I said fuck her, right now!"
Garry hesitated only a second longer. As Lucy looked down at him she could see her son's innocent face contorting in ,humiliation; his eyes were as moist and red as if he were about to cry. Garry lifted his hands and gently held his palms around his mother's hips. Then he quickly began to spear his throbbing prick, u into the ppouting lips of her moist pussy, fucking her, hair-fringed cuntal slit even as his vicious father continued to pound his massive member mercilessly through the rubbery grip of her rectum.
"Harder!" Dan grunted hoarsely. He wrapped both his hands around Lucy's swollen mammaries and began to milk them luridly in time with the rhythm of his fucking, making her nipples distend stiffly against his palms. "Fuck her harder! Unhhhhhh! Fuck her every bit as hard as you can!"
Immediately Lucy felt the movements of her son's tumescent organ quicken inside her hair-fringed fissure. Then they were both fucking her as hard as they could, pounding the meaty thicknesses of their two-pronged cock into her helpless body in an animalistic frenzy of sodomistic lust. Lucy groaned miserably and made a last effort to writhe free of her husband's powerful body. But it was useless. He was much stronger than her, capable of tearing her from limb to limb with his bare hands. He could do anything absolutely anything he wanted. Lucy moaned throatily and let herself relax between their two sandwiching torsos. Then she closed-her eyes, relinquishing herself to the sodomistic ravishment of her virgin rectum. The pain in her ravaged sphincter had long since subsided. The walls of her anus had loosened around her husband's engorged member, adjusting to its huge size and thickness. Now, as he continued to pound his throbbing prick repeatedly, into her, Lucy felt nothing more than a dull, insistent throbbing. But the physical sensations were nothing to the shame and humiliation she felt at being abused this way. Lucy whimpered and bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from sobbing. He was raping her, she thought bitterly. He'd caught her in bed with her own son. He didn't understand at all, he didn't even try to understand, and now he was just fucking her up the ass as if she had no more spiritual worth than an alley dog. It was his idea of punishment. He was punishing her for having sexual intercourse with Garry, punishing her by raping her in the asshole. It was the most embarrassing thing Lucy had ever had to endure in her life.
"Oh God," she moaned. As Dan and Garry continued to ravage her body with the shafts of their hardened members Lucy felt something seem to collapse deep inside her mind. Her cheeks flushed bright red with shame and humiliation; her eyes widened and moistened with tears., Then she was crying uncontrollably, sobbing out warm tears of misery and despair into the thin hairs of her son's bare chest. "Oh God she repeated, "oh God... you animal ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... awwwuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhh ..."
"Ungggghhhh! Harder!" Dan grunted savagely. He winced with the pleasures of anal intercourse and began to spear his blue-veined cock even more rapidly into Lucy's ravaged sphincter, making the puckered ring of her anus gurgle obscenely as pockets of air squeezed out of her bowel tract. " I said began to spear his blue-veined cock even more rapidly into Lucy's ravaged sphincter, making the puckered ring of her anus gurgle obscenely as pockets of air squeezed out of her bowel tract. "I said fuck her harder, goddamn it!" he repeated. Dan glowered at his son and again dug his fingers menacingly into the swaying-orb of her right breast. "You don't . . nn-ng-gg-hh ... do what I tell you, her tit comes right off. Harder! Harder!"
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh," Garry moaned. He shuddered from head to toe, grimacing with agonizing desire as the hair-fringed lips of his mother's pussy clasped wetly around the throbbing stalk of his swollen prick. Lucy felt his hands clasping around her hips. Then Garry managed to move his hips off the bed a little faster, darting the blue-veined stiffness of his organ into her dripping fissure as hard and fast as he could.
"You love. that, don't you, baby?" Dan muttered sadistically. He chuckled and delivered a particularly savage thrust of his dick into her defenseless rectum, embedding every inch of it into her ravished bowels. "You love every fucking stroke ... you just love to get fucked up the ass, don't you? Don't you?"
"Oh God ... you bastard, you ... nnnggggh ... you son of a bitch!" Lucy squealed angrily. She gritted her teeth and blushed crimson, struggling furiously to prevent herself from crying anymore. "Awwwww ... you bastard," she hissed bitterly I'll never forgive you ... ungggghhhh ... for this, as long as I live, I swear to God I'll ..."
Suddenly Lucy's vengeful epithets died in her throat. For a moment she was not sure why she had stopped speaking. Her lips parted, and her eyes became dull and glassy; her expression was an absolute blank, listening intently to the sensations emerging from inside her body. Then a shocked gasp emerged from her throat, and her eyes opened as wide as they would go. Oh my God, Lucy thought; oh my God ...
She was actually beginning to enjoy it! The pain in her rectal sheath had disappeared completely. Instead it had been replaced by a low, irresistible pulsing that was not painful at all. No; it was extremely pleasurable, and with every thrust of her husband's meaty erection into her puckered sphincter the pleasure was growing more intense by the moment. She could feel both of their cocks inside her now, thrusting deliciously through the most sensitive orifices of her body. Her husband's big stiff prick embedded in her anus, her son's even larger member shooting through the clinging warmth of her cunt ... they, filled her up completely. It was the most incredible pleasure she had ever known.
"Oh no," Lucy whimpered softly. She widened her eyes and listened intently to the sensations of pleasure raging and coursing through her loins. She knew she could not possibly allow herself to show her husband her pleasure. If she did that he would have won completely; he would treat her with absolute contempt from then on, and she would be unable to prevent him from acting, out his most depraved fantasies. Lucy winced and bit her lip as she struggled to restrain the mounting passion trembling through her genitals. No, she thought frantically. No, she couldn't, she just couldn't, couldn't ... couldn't ... couldn't ...
But then the pleasure grew to irresistible proportions. A convulsive shiver ran the length of Lucy's body, causing the muscles of her cunt and rectal sheath to contract spasmodically around the driving shafts of the two-pronged cocks. For a second longer she tried to resist the raging heat growing and swelling in her body. Then she moaned softly and gently began to buck her hips, shamefully thrusting-the jiggling cheeks of her rounded buttocks into the stabbing impalement of her husband's throbbing erection.
"Sheeeit," Dan grunted. He grinned with sadistic relish and intensified the rhythm of sodomistic fucking, spearing his blue-veined stiffness faster and harder into the rubbery grip of her rectum. "You like that now, don't you? You fucking little bitch! You like it when I fuck you up the ass!"
"Ohhhh," Lucy groaned. Her cheeks flushed pink with her wanton arousal, and she flared her nostrils animalishly apart. "Harder ... nnnnnggghhhhhh do it harder ..."
"Fucking bitch!" Dan muttered contemptuously. He embedded every inch of his bloated organ inside her ravaged bowels and deliberately contracted the muscles of his loins, making the meaty shaft jerk luridly within her anus. "Say you like it, goddamn it! Say how much you just love being fucked up the ass!"
"Ohhhhh," Lucy groaned helplessly. She wriggled her buttocks and began to buck more frantically between them, unable to bear the salacious force of her anal desires. "Ohhhhhhhh God, do it harder ... unngggghhhh ... awwwwwwwwww ... unhhhhhhhhh ..."
Then it was as if a balloon had collapsed within her, eliminating the last vestiges of inhibition and restraint that remained within her conscious mind. Lucy mewled throatily and began to pound her buttocks much harder between the sandwiching bodies, needfully thrusting her rectum into her husband's aching organ. Then she was gyrating between them in an animalistic frenzy of lust, fucking them as hard as she possibly could.
"Say it," Dan repeated proddingly. "Say it."
"Fuck me!" Lucy burbled hotly. The shameless obscenity burbled
uncontrollably from her lips. Lucy mewled and grimaced and locked her milk-white thighs around her son's hips, groaning as she felt another inch of his blood-engorged member thrust into her hair-fringed pussy. "Harder ... unh, unh, unh; fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as, you can! Awwwwww, Dan; awwwwww, God! I can feel it! I'm going to cum ... unh, unh, fuck me, fuck me, make me cumm ..."
"Jesus," Garry moaned.
Suddenly Lucy felt the shaft of her son's aching erection swell to rock-hard stiffness within the pouting lips of her cunt. A wave of agonized desire crossed Garry's face, tightening his lips and making his eyes roll luridly with the forbidden delights of intercourse. Then the creamy white torrent of his semen burst from his spongy cockhead. The load of his sperm was enormous, more than he had cum in days. It shot and gushed out of his cum slit again and again, filling the sheath of his mother's pussy completely and running in an obscene stream down the ivory smoothness of her inner thighs.
That was more than Lucy could stand. As her son came inside her vagina she felt Dan's cock grew even harder in her anus, stretching the walls of her rectum to the point of bursting. Then every muscle of her body tightened instinctively, and Lucy realized she was on the verge of her orgasm.
"Awww God, fuck me!" she squealed.
Lucy grimaced and parted her full lips, unconsciously letting her tongue loll out of the side of her mouth like a thirsty animal. Then she dug her knees into the mattress and drove her buttocks into Dan's hips in a wanton frenzy of sexual heat, wanting every inch of his bloated member embedded in her rubbery bowels. "Fuck me, Dan, fuck my asshole!" she whimpered hornily. "Ungggghhhh! Harder, Danny, do it harder; I'm cumming! Ungghh! Unggghhh! Fuck me ... AWWW WWWW, GOD, FUCK ME, I'M CUMMING! UNNNNGG- GGHHH! UNGGG HHHH, UUUUMMMIII IIINNN GGG ... GGGGGG ..."
The sweetly consummating spasms of orgasm wrenched -through Lucy's body again and again and again. Almost at the same moment her husband groaned and thrust every inch of his erection into her rectum. Then the molten load of his semen shot out of his cock, filling her bowels to repletion with his ivory white cum. Lucy mewled softly and licked her lips. Then she relaxed on top of her son's sweating chest and dreamily closed her eyes. A glowing pink flush emerged in her cheeks, spreading across her entire face. Almost before she knew it she was smiling.
She was actually happy, Lucy realized, as happy as she'd been in her life. She knew she should be angry with Dan for abusing her, but she knew at the same time that she wasn't. It wasn't his fault. He had the wrong impression; when she explained it to him, she was sure he'd understand. Dan had always had such a quick ' unreasonable temper. Pretty soon he was bound to calm down. She could soothe him then, and then their family would be closer than it had ever been before. Sex would hold them together, Lucy thought knowingly It was the secret bond between them, the shared pleasure that would make theirs the most stable household in the whole town. The taboo against incest was so ridiculous; how could people seriously forbid something that felt so good and did no one any physical harm? Sex was the most beautiful pleasure in the world ...
Suddenly Lucy remembered what she'd seen in the doorway upon her husband's unexpected arrival. The flush in her cheeks grew girlishly shy and bashful; for a second she almost wanted to giggle. Why, she thought, how silly of her not to have noticed! Dan wasn't going to leave her again. It was obvious now that he loved her as much as he had on the day of their wedding. Of course he did. He'd even remembered to bring her flowers!
CHAPTER NINE
The road was long and wide and immaculate, the freshly laid asphalt gleaming in the bright sun like the shiny, shimmering back of a snake wending its way through a forest. Two lanes led in either direction, separated by a yellow line down the center, and at four in the afternoon traffic was only sporadic. The road was lined to either side by endless rows of modest but well kept suburban houses, each single storied and each with its small front lawn. It was just another main drag, Nelida thought. A year ago, even if she had never seen it before, she would have thought it was something special. All streets and places, people and things were special to her then, because she had seen so few of them. But she was a year older now, and she had spent a year with a man in a truck, driving over and over again from one corner of the continent to the other. So this was just another main drag. Commuters took it to work in the mornings, and they'd take it back again that night. If it weren't for the commuters the road might as well not exist at all. Nelida had seen at least a thousand roads just like it, and this one looked just the same. It was hard for her to believe that this was actually Xenia, Ohio, and this was the street of her home.
Oh Jesus Nelida thought. The pretty teenage girl sighed under her breath and shrugged her shoulders to lift the heavy pack a little higher on her back. Then she took a deep breath and continued to plod up the sidewalk paralleling the street, now less than a block from her house. Her jeans and loose sweat shirt were covered with the familiar grime of the highway, and as she walked she could feel the even more familiar ache spreading dully through her feet and ankles and calves. $1.20 in her pocket, her thick brown hair matted like an animal's, the way her lower back hurt from sleeping on the ground so much ... she had to go home, Nelida reminded herself adamantly. It had been only ten days since Dan had dropped her off in Kansas City, but it felt more as if she'd spent half a year in the Philippines. Sleeping under a tarp on the snow outside of Cincinnati; threatened with a vagrancy charge in Independence; talking herself out of no fewer than three impending rapes, each at the hands of some pervert who picked her up on the road ... no, she had , to go home. Most men who picked up female hitch hikers had only one thing on their minds. Dan had been an exception. After ten days on the road she appreciated that more than ever before. She'd been lucky to make it back to Xenia in one piece.
Though she might be even luckier to make it into Xenia with her life. Nelida frowned, shrugged the pack on her shoulders and stopped walking. The house she had grown up in was directly before her now, looking no better or worse than it had when she'd bid it farewell for good twelve months ago. A faint shudder passed through Nelida's body, and for the first time she had a real sense of being home. Then she bent her head and plodded up the walkway to the front door. She didn't really want to do this. Her father would probably welcome her with open arms, but her mother ... Nelida rang the doorbell and bit her lip as she waited. Her mother would probably spend the next week beating her from head to toe for running away. Her mother was the main reason she'd run away in the first place.
"Come on in," a drunken voice shouted from the interior of the house. "It's open!"
Nelida smiled faintly to herself as she pushed open the door. Well, at least one thing hadn't changed; her father was still getting smashed at four o'clock in the afternoon. George had always been such an incredible alcoholic, for as long as she could remember. A nice man, a trul3r loving father in a way I , but it was hard to have much respect for a parent who couldn't even climb the stairs after eight o'clock without tripping all over himself. Nelida unshouldered the pack and pushed it ahead of her into the house. No, George would always be the same. Her only question now was, which job her darling father had gotten himself fired from this time.
"I said come on in, god damn it!" the voice reiterated. "It's open!"
Nelida took a deep breath and entered the house. The living room was dark and abandoned looking, furnished still in her mother's bright but dreary style that had depressed her as long as she could remember. A game show was holding forth on the television set, and there was a stack of empty beer cans on the coffee table. George was lying under a blanket on the, couch. His thinning hair was mussed, his face was sweaty and a company shirt was open to, reveal the wiry grey hairs of his powerful workman's chest. Just as grungy as ever, Nelida thought resignedly. Forty years old and he didn't look a day under fifty.
"Hey ya, Dad," Nelida murmured. She smiled and kicked the pack ahead of her onto the carpet, shutting the door behind her. "Guess who?"
George narrowed his eyes and squinted at his daughter across the shadowed living room. Then his eyes widened, and his drunken expression opened in recognition.
"Nelida," he said hoarsely. "Nelida."
"That's me," Nelida said I cheerily. She crossed the living room and grinned down at her father. "It's your darling daughter, come home from a year of fun and adventures. Where's Mom?"
An hour earlier, when a lecherous insurance salesman had dropped her off on the outskirts of town and she had begun trudging wearily homeward, Nelida had occupied herself by anticipating her parent's reaction to her return. There was no real problem anticipating her mother's; her mother would simply start beating her as soon as she walked through the door, and after imagining the scene a few times Nelida had quickly tired of it. But her father's reaction was an interesting question. He might stare at her in amazement, then run over and hug her until her bones felt as if they would break. He might be shy; he might even act reserved, in an obvious effort to conceal his embarrassment at seeing her again. George had always been an emotional man, which may or may not have been a cause of his alcoholism. There was no telling what he might do, and for the five miles between the freeway off ramp and her house Nelida had entertained herself intermittently by visualizing his reaction.
She had never, however, expected him to break out crying. For several seconds, as she stood smiling down at him next to the couch, George pressed his head into the armrest and gaped up at her in stupefaction. His eyes moistened, and the tears began to run down his sallow, leathery cheeks. A moment later he was sobbing like a baby, holding his hands over his face to conceal his expression from his daughter.
"Aw c'mon, Dad, for Christ's sake," Nelida said. "It's just me. I'm not here for the rent or anything."
"I'm no good!" George screamed tearfully. "Oh ... oh God, I'm no good! Nelida ... I'm no good, I'm no good, I'm no gooo-hooo-hooooooood ..."
"Aw Dad Jesus Christ!" Nelida exclaimed. She shook her head and looked down at her father in bemused exasperation. "Would you knock it off, please? I've got enough problems without having to listen to this. You didn't do anything. I ran away from Mom, not you. I love you just fine."
Nelida's attempt to soothe her father's feelings only made George cry that much harder. Sighing, Nelida pushed her father's legs roughly off the couch and sat on the cushion next to his hip. As she did so the blanket slid slightly up his leg, showing his naked, hairy thigh and revealing that he was wearing no pants. George immediately pulled the blanket tightly around his waist and, recovering himself slightly, sat straight on the couch next to his daughter.
"Now that's better," Nelida said soothingly. She leaned forward and gave her father a brief kiss on the cheek. "Tell you what. Why don't I go out to the kitchen and brew up a nice, big pot of coffee? Then you can get yourself sobered up a little and we can have ourselves a good long talk. How's that sound?"
"No, nothing more," George muttered vaguely. He sniffled and stared at the floor. "No more drinking. I swear, I'm ... I'm never I going to take another drink again."
"No, Dad, I said coffee ..."
"You should have stayed away, Nelida," George said solemnly. He pursed his lips bitterly and kept his eyes hollowly on the carpet. "I don't know what you were into out there, but you should have stayed away. I'm no kind of father for a girl like you. You're ... you're ... and I'm just a drunk. I'm just an old drunk now, and you would have been better off somewhere ... grooving ... I don't know ... something ..."
"Dad, would you please knock it off?" Nelida said sternly. "I already told you, I love you just the way you are! You're my father, and I don't want you to change a bit unless you want to. Now! Why don't you just tell me how things have been around here? And where's mom? Believe me, I can hardly wait for her reaction. Ten to one she'll beat me until.."
Nelida's sentence was interrupted by her father's hoarse, miserable sobbing.
"Now what's wrong?"
"I'm all alone now," George said tearily. "You're all I've got, Nelida ... oh God, all I've got ... we're all alone now. I'll take care of you, honey ... I promise ... oh oh God ..."
"What?" Nelida asked incredulously.
"Your mother has ... deserted us," George said carefully. He shrugged his shoulders and gestured helplessly with his hands. "She ... just last month ... she ran away, from home. That was when I got fired and ... my drinking ... I disgusted her, Nelida. I truly disgusted her. I don't know where she is now. She might have gone back to Pennsylvania, but she could be anywhere. It's been a month now, and I haven't received a word ..."
Nelida widened her eyes and stared at her father incredulously. Then it was as if an enormous weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she suddenly found herself smiling. She had hated her mother as long as she could remember; the news that she had deserted them didn't upset her at all.
"... and I'm just an old bum, Nelida," George continued drunkenly. "I'd like to paint a better portrait of myself, but I can't. I'm just a worthless old drunk who can't hold down a job ... you'd be so much better off if you'd stayed away from me ..."
"Now c'mon Dad, don't be like that," Nelida said soothingly. She moved closer to her father on the couch and wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck. "You may drink too much, but you're not an old drunk. I love you just the way you are, and to tell you the truth, I don't care at all that Mom's gone. I never liked her anyhow."
"You don't really mean that."
"Oh, I mean it, all right," Nelida said assuredly. She grinned cheerily and made an effort to change the subject. "Now! It's four o'clock in the afternoon and you're watching tv. What happened to the job, Dad?"
"Oh Nelida, don't torment me like this," George said wearily. "You know I got fired."
"That's okay, Nelida said. "But seriously now, you gotta do something for money, don't you? It's been a month, right? You've' been looking for work, right? So what's lined up?"
George shook his head and stared despondently at the floor. Then the tears again began to run down his cheeks, and a second later he was crying as hard as before.
"Oh Dad, for Christ's sake ..."
"I'm no good for you Nelida, I swear I'm no good," George sobbed jerkily. "There's not much left in the bank and I ... I just sit here all day and drink. I don't even ... don't even have the decency to wear a pair of pants ... I just drink and watch television. Pretty soon all I'll have to do is go on welfare. I'm just an old drunk..."
"Oh Dad, stop it!" Nelida exclaimed helplessly. Her own eyes moistened, and as she stared at her father's pathetic condition she felt herself overwhelmed with pity for him. Suddenly she threw herself against him, embracing him tightly and showering affectionate kisses across his cheeks and chin and neck. "Cut it out, Daddy, I love you! Stop crying! I love you! Cut it out!"
It seemed to take George a moment to understand what his daughter was doing. His sobbing diminished, and he slowly sat up on the couch. Then he lifted his head and returned Nelida's kisses. But the affection was not the sort ordinarily displayed between a father and a daughter. Instead he kissed her intensely, laving his lips across hers and insinuating his tongue into her mouth, as a man would kiss a woman before the act of copulation. Nelida felt his arms twine around her waist, lifting the hem of her loose sweatshirt and caressing the ivory smooth skin of her naked back. Instinctively her nipples stiffened against the fabric, and she felt the guttural warmth of lust course through the hair fringed lips of her pussy; for a moment she almost kissed her father back. Then her eyes widened, and she forcibly separated herself from his embrace.
"Dad!" she said embarrassedly. "For God's sake, don't kiss me like that! I'm your daughter!"
"Oh Nelida ..."
George immediately started crying again. This time his sobbing was much louder than before, and there was something in his expression that told Nelida the true depths of his misery. Nelida flushed in embarrassment and unconsciously moved away on the couch.
"Oh c'mon Dad, it's not that big a thing," she said huskily. "I mean . .. you just surprised me, that's all. Take it easy. I understand ... "
"You don't understand!" George cried ashamedly. "I'm telling you, I'm just no good! I'm a filthy old drunk! I sit in front of the tv all day and drink, and I ... think things, and it's so awful!"
"What are you talking about?" Nelida whispered.
"l masturbate!" George confessed loudly. "There! I masturbate! Your mother's gone, and I'm here all day, and I don't have anything else to do! I jerk off all the time, like a kid or something! I don't even have the decency ... oh Christ ... not to think about my own daughter."
"Dad, I just don't understand what you're talking about."
George swiveled his head and looked at his daughter openly. His expression was a grimacing mask of shame and rage, as if he were on the verge of shooting himself. Suddenly he grabbed the blanket and threw it off his body, leaving himself naked except for the open work shirt.
"There!" George cried, almost triumphantly. "Do you understand that? Do you? Go ahead, look at it! I told you I'm no good! Do you understand now! Go ahead, look!"
Nelida widened her eyes and stared disbelievingly at her father's naked body. George had the biggest, hardest penis she had ever seen. It stood out of his pubic hair with steel-like stiffness, at least nine inches long and incredibly thick, pulsing and throbbing before her eyes with its engorgement of blood. She could see the plum sized orbs of his bloated testicles between his legs, and she could see the pink, blue veined hardness of his cock as it twitched stiffly against his navel. The head was enormous, spongy and swollen, glistening as his cum slit literally oozed semen all over his dick. Nelida felt the lascivious heat in her cunt intensify immediately, and for a moment she thought she would faint. Dan had had an exceptionally large male organ, but it had certainly been nothing like this ...
"Do you understand now?" George continued bitterly. "I don't even have the decency not to desire my own daughter. I think about you all the time, ever since you were a little girl. Can you imagine how it makes a man feel to know he wants to fuck his own daughter? I'm no good for you, Nelida; I'm telling you, I'm no good!"
Nelida widened her eyes further and said nothing. She couldn't take her eyes off her father's big dick. It actually seemed to be throbbing rhythmically before her eyes, as if the blood was pounding violently through his engorged member with every beat of his heart. It was the first sight Nelida had had of her father's penis, and as she looked all her thoughts seemed to gel into the simple, irresistible passion of her lust. It didn't matter that George was her father, or that he was a drunk, or that she had just walked in the door, that she had been away from home for a year, that she was sixteen years old. All that mattered was the incredible blue-veined stiffness of his meaty erection, and the way it was making her pouting pussy moisten with the feverish needs of her desire. She wanted to suck it, Nelida realized hypnotically. She wanted to purse her lips tightly around the hardened pink shaft, and suck his cock hard, and gulp down a his thick semen as it squirted down her throat.
"Don't look at me like that, Nelida George said. "Oh my God, don't you know I feel bad enough about it already. I'm sorry honey, but I'm just no good ..."
"Daddy," Nelida whispered huskily, "do you really want to fuck me ?"
George gasped at the obvious arousal in his daughter's expression and said nothing. Nelida continued to stare at his bloated organ a second longer, panting lightly through her flared nostrils, feeling the animalish need of lust flow through her whole body. Then she raised her arm and gently clasped her fingers around the meaty thickness of her father's massive erection. She squeezed his big prick hard, sighing as she felt its swollen length pulse nakedly against her palm. George gasped again and widened his eyes. Nelida tightened her grip around his blue veined stiffness and quickly began to pump his penis up and down, wantonly masturbating him with her hand.
"Nelida, stop that," George said softly. "You don't ... unh ... you don't know what you're doing. I'm your father. Don't do this to me. I won't be able to stop myself . Oh God ... oh God ... ohhhh ..."
Nelida continued to stare at her father's member and began to jerk him off much -harder. Her strokes became hard and frantic, incorporating all the skill she had learned in a year's worth of sexual intercourse with Dan. Soon the seminal fluid again began to seep from George's cum slit, coating the mauve glans with the translucent liquid and dripping luridly onto her fingers. It was then that Nelida realized she simply had o take her father's big penis into her mouth. She knew there was a possibility that she would regret the decision afterwards, and in the back of her mind she was sure that they would both have to confront the enormous significance of their incestuous contact. But now she was much too horny to care. Her pussy felt wet and hot in her panties, and her nipples were as stiff as two little rocks. She needed to suck his cock immediately.
"No Nelida, stop ... no ... unhhhh ... no ... unhhhh unhhhunhhhh ..."
Nelida bent forward until her face was only inches from the rock hard shaft of George's twitching cock, the mushroom shaped head bobbing and pulsing before her eyes. Pausing, she licked her lips and shook her thick brown hair out of her eyes. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The pulsing crown of her father's member fit comfortably between her lips, and as soon as she tasted the saltiness of his seminal drippings against her tongue the wanton sense of her own arousal worsened. Nelida moved her hand down the thick tumescence of his organ and resumed her stroking along the base of his dick. Then she clasped her lips wetly around the head and puckered her cheeks, eagerly beginning to suck her father's cock as hard as she could.
George groaned loudly and relaxed into the couch.
CHAPTER TEN
"Does that feel good, Daddy?" Nelida whispered. She giggled wantonly and licked a wet, titillating circle around the pulsing glans of her, father's erection. "Mmmmm! You sure get a lot stiffer than any old drunk I ever met, I'll tell you that!"
"Suck it," George nioaned hoarsely. He twisted his fingers into his daughter's thick brown hair and shut his eyes as he leaned into the couch. "It ... unh ... it hurts. Suck my cock, Nelida ... oh Jesus ... suck it hard."
Before the last word had left her father's mouth Nelida had opened her mouth and again engulfed the throbbing stiffness of his engorged member. Her tongue laved hungrily around the spongy head, licking up the semen that oozed from his slit, making the whole tip of his big prick twitch inside her mouth. Her lips sucked in more and more of his massive tumescence, until only half of his phallus protruded from the, wetly sucking circle of her mouth. Nelida whimpered hotly through her are nostrils and continued to stroke and masturbate the base as her mouth worked feverishly over the head. She was proud of her ability in fellatio. Dan had taught her the best way to give a blow job a year ago, when she was only fifteen, and over the months of practice she had perfected her technique until Dan had told her she gave the best head he had ever had. Now she loved demonstrating her oral abilities on her father. Nelida auctioned her cheeks and consciously widened the passage of her throat. Then she shamelessly began to bob her head up, and down over the bloated hardness of her father's organ, literally fucking herself in the mouth with his big erection.
"Unh unh unh!" George groaned. He gasped and dug his fingers violently into her hair, convulsively bucking his hips on the couch to thrust more and more of his cock into her willing young mouth. "Suck it . : . oh Christ, I'm gonna cum ... suck my dick ... harder ... unh ... oh Jesus ... unh unh unh ..."
Suddenly Nelida realized that she needed a good fucking immediately. She loved the salty taste of her father's huge organ in her mouth, and she could hardly wait to feel the thick cream of his semen spurting down her throat. But the salacious aching in her hair fringed cunt could no longer be resisted. Nelida paused to give her father's aching member a last, intense suck, wanting to maintain the rock hard stiffness of his erection as long as possible. Then she rose from the couch and quickly pulled down her pants.
"What are you doing?" George muttered drunkenly.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Nelida purred hotly. She pulled her blue jeans and panties over her tennis shoes and stood unashamedly before her father, naked from her sweat shirt to her socks. Her long, slender legs tapered, into her lithe teenage hips, and she could feel her milk white skin glistening with the sweat of her excitement. Her pussy felt as hot as a fire. Nelida assumed a lascivious expression and ran her fingers through the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, wantonly darting her index finger through the moist slit of her pouting cunt. Then she turned from George and knelt on the floor in the doggie position, lifting up her ass in expectation of their forbidden incestuous coupling.
"Oh God," George whispered.
"Fuck me Daddy, fuck my cunt," Nelida purred. She looked over her shoulder at him and wiggled the rounded cheeks of her ass provocatively. "Go ahead Daddy, stick your big thing in me and fuck me hard! I don't care if you're my father. I'm just horny! Fuck me! Oh God Daddy, fuck me now."
George shook his head and widened his eyes, as if wondering if the naked, eager spectacle of his sixteen year old daughter was a figment of his drunken imagination. Then he slid off the couch and fell- to his knees between her nakedly splayed thighs. Nelida felt his hands move up her buttocks to her waist, slipping under her loose sweatshirt and fondling the small, rounded globes 'of her bare breasts. Her nipples distended even more stiffly, and she began to moan helplessly under her breath. Sighing, George squirmed closer behind her buttocks and lifted the blue veined shaft of his organ until Nelida felt the spongy head fit itself into the pouting slit of her hair fringed fissure. Then George' bucked his hips, thrusting over half of his blood engorged member into the clinging warmth of his daughter's wet vagina.
"Unhhhh! Daddy! Unngghh!" Nelida squealed. She gasped and bit her lip and groaned as she felt her pussy invaded by the throbbing shaft of her father's erection. Immediately she began to grind and bump her ass, pumping her pussy into the satisfying length of his prick in the convulsive motions of intercourse. "Fuck my cunt Daddy, fuck my cunt! Stick your cock all the way in me and fuck me hard! It feels good now, oh Jesus it feels so good! Fuck me! Unh unhhhh unhhhhhhh ..."
George groaned and continued to slide inch after inch of his pulsing phallus into the hair fringed slit of his daughter's vagina. Then it was all the way in, the entirety of his bloated organ bathing in the tight, gurgling walls of her cuntal sheath. His hands tightened around the globes of her breast.-,, holding them for support. Quickly he began to pump and thrust his powerful hips behind her, rhythmically reaming out her tight pussy with the long, swollen length of his amply endowed member.
"Harder Daddy, fuck me harder!" Nelida cried. She clutched the carpet with her juggling buttocks into him in an animalistic frenzy of incestuous lust, wantonly encouraging him to intensify the rhythm of their fornication. Her clitoris was protruding stiffly from its protective sheath, and with every thrust of George's organ she felt the lips of her vagina sucking wetly at his
of his turgid shaft, as if to milk the load from a sperm through his prick like soda straw. Fucking her father was exciting her tremendously; already she could feel herself approaching the most intense orgasm of her life. "Harder, Daddy!" Nelida squealed. "Fuck me! Unhhhhhhh! Fuck my cunt Daddy, I'm gonna cum! Harder! Awwwwwwwwwww God fuck me harder, awww awwww awwwwwwwwwnnnhhhh ..."
"I'm no good, Nelida," George whispered. "Unhh ... I can't help it ...I've got to-do it to you ... I'm just no good ..."
Nelida's lips gaped open, and for a moment her lust diminished as she tried to understand the meaning of her father's peculiar words. Then George pulled his glistening phallus completely out of the clasping warmth of her hair fringed fissure. Before Nelida understood what he was doing his hands dug into her shoulders, pushing her down hard until she had no choice but to fall flat on her stomach on the floor.
"Daddy?" Nelida cried. She lay fat on the rug and tried to look at him over her shoulder. "Daddy ... unh ... what're you doing? Daddy! What are you ..."
"I've got to, Nelida," George whispered.
"I can't help it, it's, what I want most. I think about it ... night and day. I've got to. I'm just no good ..."
Nelida widened her eyes and tried harder to look over her shoulder. Then she felt her father's fingers dig into the jiggling cheeks of her rounded buttocks, spreading them wide apart to reveal the puckered ring of her tender asshole. A violent shudder ran through Nelida's body, and in the space of a second she realized what her father's secret desires really were. Sighing, Henry moved up her prone body and leaned over her so that the twitching shaft of his meaty erection fit into the sizzling cleft of her ass. Then he lowered his body, inserting his spongy cock head into the rubbery sphincter of her rectum.
"I've got to, Nelida," George repeated feverishly. "I want it so bad I can taste it. I've got to .. fuck you up the asshole, darling. I'm going to fuck your ass!"
"Daddy!" Nelida shrieked. She gasped and made a helpless attempt to struggle free of her position on the floor. "Daddy ... unh, . no! Stop it! You're gonna hurt me, oh God, noooo ..."
Then Nelida felt the throbbing stiffness of her father's big prick invading the rubbery grip of her virgin rectum. All the breath seemed to leave her lungs at once, and she felt so dizzy and strange that she thought she would faint. George's prick felt incredibly huge up her anus. She could feel the thickness of it, pulling the puckered lips of her sphincter far apart, boring relentlessly into the depths of her bowels. At first the sensations were almost pleasurable. Then an agonizing throbbing emerged in her asshole, and Nelida began to struggle helplessly on the floor to free herself from the spearing impalement of her father's bloated dick.
"Stop it Daddy, stop it!" she cried. "Unggghhh! Oh Jesus ... oh God that hurts so much! Take it out of me Daddy take it out! Your cock is too big! Ungggghhhhh! No! No, no ... awwwwwwrrrggghhh God awwwwww ..."
"It's so good, Nelida," George moaned. "Your asshole ... it's so tight." Sighing, the naked father bent over his daughter's plump buttocks and continued to buck his hips, forcibly thrusting inch after inch of his engorged member into the rubbery tract of her rectum. "I'm gonna cum now I can feel it ... I'm cumming ... awwww God ... ahhhh ..."
The shaft of George's erection grew to rock hard proportions deep inside Nelida's asshole, throbbing and pulsing violently against her anal walls. Then a profuse gusher of seminal fluid squirted out of the twitching slit of his cum hole.- The thick white sperm spurted up her asshole again and again, filling her rectum completely and burbling luridly out of her ravaged, puckered ring. A sigh of relief passed through Nelida's body, and in spite of the intense pain in her bowels she manage to smile faintly; she was sure her father would withdraw his thick penis from her rectal orifice now that he had cum.
But George did not remove his prick from her bowels, and hi massive erections lost none of its steely stiffness. Instead he only held it deeply embedded in her asshole, as if savoring the last spasmodic convulsions of his orgasm. Then he quickly began to thrust it back and forth through her now well lubricated tunnel, fucking her ravaged anus with long, hungry strokes of his rampant erection.
"Daddy!" Nelida cried. She widened her eyes enormously, suddenly in awe of her father's sexual potency.
"I always come twice, darling," Henry muttered in a distracted, hoarse explanation. Grimacing, he bucked his hips and continued to fuck his daughter's pink asshole harder and harder by the moment. "You didn't know that about me ... ahhh ... did you? Always come twice that's how ... unh ... I got your mother pregnant so quickly. Twice ... always ... twice ... does that feel better now, darling? You should be .. used to it .. . by now ..."
Then Nelida realized how much she was enjoying it. Her lips parted in astonishment, and for a moment her cheeks flooded with a reddish blush of shame. She had never considered anal intercourse before. She had always considered it depraved and humiliating, and she had resisted Dan on the few occasions he had attempted it ' But now she was enjoying the heavy strokes of her father's prick tremendously. She could feel the delicious warmth in her rectum now, the way the muscles of her puckered ring clasped hungrily to the meaty thickness of his phallus. It felt being fucked up the ass, she realized dimly. It was the best fucking she'd ever had in her life.
"So good, Nelida," George whispered hoarsely. He winced and bent over her slender young body, hammering his bloated organ repeatedly into the tight, slippery tunnel of her rectum. "Oh God ... it feels so good ..."
"Fuck me," Nelida purred huskily. She gasped and frantically began to pump her pussy off the floor, thrusting her naked ass cheeks into the satisfying length of her father's big cock. "I like it now, Daddy, it feels so good! Unhhhh! Fuck my asshole, Daddy! Harder! I'm gonna cum, oh God it feels so good! Stick it all the way in me now, it doesn't hurt at all! Fuck my ass Daddy! Unggghhh! I'm gonna cum now! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
George obediently intensified the rhythm of his fucking, hammering his throbbing member through the ravished ring of his daughter's rectum in a wanton frenzy of incestuous desire. His cock felt big and stiff in her bowels, and Nelida realized that she was tremendously, incredibly horny for the thrusts of their anal copulation. As she continued to lift her ass into his cock she thrust her hands under her stomach and groped for the fleecy curls of her hair fringed fissure. Then she shamefully began to masturbate, stroking and fingering her moist cunt in time to the frantic rhythm of her father's ass fucking.
"Harder Daddy, fuck my asshole, I'm gonna cum!" Nelida mewled. "Unggghhh I can feel it now ... I'm cumming! Fuck me Daddy! Awwwwwwnnnhhh awwwnhhhhhhhh oh God that's so good, I'm gonna cum! Unhhhh! Harder Daddy, harder ... unh unh unh ..."
"I'm cumming too, Nelida." George whispered. He reached under her sweatshirt and again clasped the globes of her breasts, kneading and squeezing them until the large nipples again stiffened salaciously against his palms. "Your asshole is so tight ... I can't stand it . going to cum too ..."
"I'm cumming now, Daddy!" Nelida cried. As she felt the strength of her impending orgasm she grimaced and darted her fingers eagerly into her moist pussyl, gasping as she felt George's organ pumping through the walls of her anus. "Unggghhh! Fuck me Daddy, fuck my asshole! Harder! I can feel it now ... WWW NNN GGG HHH! HARDER DADDY! FUCK ME! UNG GGG HHH I'M CUMMING! UNGGHH UNGGGGHHH CUUUUMMIIINNNNGGGGOG ..."
Once again the thick white semen poured profusely from George's pulsing member. The cum was as large as before, again filling Nelida's rectum completely with the load of his sperm. Nelida whimpered repeatedly under her breath, groaning kittenishly as the spasms of orgasm washed warmly through her loins. George grunted and darted his aching penis agonizingly through the rubbery grip of her bowels, sighing as the last drops of jism were milked from the orbs of his bloated balls.
"Did you like that?" George groaned. He winced and pulled his now softening organ from her puckered ring with a lurid burbling sound. "I'm sorry if I hurt you ... did you like it?"
Nelida closed her eyes and nodded her head quickly in affirmation. Then she stretched out on the floor and rested her cheek on, her folded hands, settling herself as if preparing for a long sleep. She didn't want to talk now. The warmth of consummation spread silkily through her. body, warming her loins with pleasure; she just felt too good to say a word. She knew that she had enjoyed sex with her father tremendously, and she knew that she would have to experience it with him many times in the future. But even that didn't matter now. Her muscles still ached from all her time on the road, and she could feel the exhaustion floating through her almost like a repressed dream. She had to sleep now ... she just had to sleep ...
"Did you like it?" George repeated worriedly. "I didn't want to hurt you, really. I just wanted it so much, I couldn't help it. I don't know why I wanted it. I just did ... I hope I didn't hurt you ... did you like it?"
Nelida nodded her head slightly without answering. Then she nestled her cheek into her forearms and prepared to fall asleep. Beyond the walls of the living room she could her the traffic on the main drag outside, and it occurred to her dimly that the rush hour had started. There were so many different drivers. Thousands of cars had passed the house at rush hour every day of her life, and now for the first time, dreamily, she wondered who they were. They could be anybody. Doctors, foremen, laborers, secretaries ... it was funny that she didn't know any of them. One of them might have picked her up a year ago. If the person had been nice she would have gone with him, and her life might be completely different from what it was now. But they hadn't, and she hadn't, and nothing was different at all.
"Nelida?" George asked anxiously. "Nelida, are you all right?"
"Daddy?" Nelida asked. She opened her eyes abruptly and turned slightly towards her father. "Could you close the curtains for me? Please?"
George pursed his lips and looked at his daughter curiously. Then he rose and turned to the window facing the street. Nelida smiled dreamily and shut her eyes. It was funny how everything fit into place.
