It was Henry David Thoreau, in Waldo, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many people would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and fills a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness -- a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
THE FAMILY GETS THEIR LICKS -- a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us -- and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
Chapter One
John Harland was at home alone on Saturday afternoon, drinking a beer from the can and watching a baseball game on the television. His voluptuous wife, Brenda, had gone out shopping and his two teenaged kids were out doing whatever it was that kids did on Saturday afternoons. The game was getting exciting, with the bases loaded in the ninth inning, and when Cathy, his young daughter came in, John nodded without looking at her. Cathy sat down in a chair beside him. She was a very pretty young lady, her blonde hair streaked by the sun to shades of honey and amber and pale gold. She had blue eyes and a wide, full mouth, and her nubile young body was just beginning to give every indication that she was going to become as curvy as her voluptuous mother. She was wearing a scoop-necked blouse that showed the top of her cleavage and a short cotton skirt that exposed a great deal of suntanned thigh. She was grinning impishly.
The batter struck out, leaving the runners stranded, and John stood up, intending to fetch another beer. He glanced at his daughter -- and did a double-take. The slopes of her plump tits showed in her low-cut blouse, and on one of those delectable mounds her father was astonished to see a tattoo.
"Cathy! What the hell is that?" he cried.
"It's a butterfly, Daddy," the little minx replied, looking very innocent.
John was aghast. He was no prude, nor was he a strict or overprotective parent -- but he didn't think that a teenaged girl should have a tattoo on her tit. Not his own little girl, anyhow -- although, as he stared at those swelling globes, he realized that Cathy was no longer quite so little, no longer a child. He stepped closer and gazed down. The butterfly was a well-executed design, its wings spread out delicately on her fat tit. As Cathy inhaled and her tit swelled, the butterfly seemed to flit across the smooth surface.
And as he stood over her, looking down, John also realized that her scoop-necked blouse drooped so low that he could see the pink nubs of her nipples. It wasn't that the blouse was too revealing, it was simply that he was in a position to stare right down it. He was ashamed to feel a twinge in his cock. John was in such evident confusion that the girl giggled, amused by his expression. But her eyes were glinting with an emotion that went beyond mere amusement. She cupped her heavy tits in her palm, lifting slightly, as if displaying the butterfly. As she did so, her perky nipple slipped, saucily, from her neckline. She didn't seem to notice this -- or, at least, the effect it was having on her father.
John was no longer looking at her tattoo. His eyes were glued to that rosy bud. He had started to perspire and his cock was very definitely showing signs of rising in unholy interest. He was embarrassed by his emotions. A man is not supposed to get a stiff prick from looking at his teenaged daughter, he figured. But he couldn't help himself. He was a lusty, red-blooded guy, and his reactions were normal. His cock and balls were willful tools, with a mind of their own, devoid of inhibitions and not inclined to obey his brain. And there was no denying the fact that Cathy's plump tits were delectable.
Despite himself, John found that his mouth was watering. He hoped she didn't notice. But the little vixen had noticed, all right -- it was exactly the reaction she had hoped for.
"Do you like it, Daddy?" she whispered. Something in her tone made him wonder if she was asking if he liked the tattoo or her tit.
"I-I don't approve!"
She giggled, holding her tit up enticingly. John had to suppress a groan as his groin throbbed. He was distraught, his emotion a jumble of shame and desire, inhibitions wrestling with incestuous lust.
"It's only a joke, Daddy," she said, batting her eyes and gazing up at him through the fluttering lashes. She looked both innocent and sultry -- a soft but demure temptress. And she was sure tempting her daddy.
"It's not a tattoo," she said. "It's only a decal, Daddy -- it will wash off."
"Oh," he mumbled, feeling foolish. But he was no longer so concerned with the decoration -- he was gaping at the fat tit it was decorating. Cathy gave him a speculative look.
"Don't you believe me?" she asked. Her slender back arched and her tit heaved up. "All you have to do is rub it, Daddy, it comes right off."
John's hand moved automatically, without any conscious command from his mind, as if his hand, like his cock, had a will of its own. His fingertips brushed the slope of her tit. He gently stroked the decal. His fingers were itching for a feel of her perky nipple, but he tried to resist the urge with all his will power. The butterfly did not vanish as he rubbed.
"I guess you gotta wet it," Cathy said.
His eyes sought hers.
"If you lick it, it will come off!" she whispered.
His jaws tightened -- as did his cock. He held her gaze. Did she know what she was saying? Did she realize what she was doing to him? It was hard to tell. She had an impish, cock-teaser attitude -- and yet she was his own teenaged daughter, and it was hard to believe.
"C'mon, lick it!" Her look became more bold and brazen, and the pink tip of her tongue was sliding saucily across her moist lips. "I know you want to, Daddy."
John groaned. All of his inhibitions were melting away in the fiery inferno of his desire. His legs felt weak and shaky. He sank slowly down to his knees in front of the little temptress, as if he were unable to support, himself on his trembling legs, bringing level with her tits. Leaning in, he ran his slobbering tongue over the slope of her well-packed tit. He drew back and looked. The decal had started to smear and fade. He licked at it again. Cathy gave a little whimper. His forehead was glistening with sweat and her tit was damp with his saliva.
"See, Daddy? It comes off," she said huskily. John was afraid that he was going to come off himself -- right in his pants. Cathy arched again, and this time she lifted both plump tits right out of her blouse. She was shoving them right in her father's face, challenging him. John began to lick her tits in a sort of frenzy, groaning with both shame and passion. The decal bleached out on the firm slopes and his tongue slid all around, drawing down toward her stiff nipple. He no longer had any doubts as to what she wanted -- and what he wanted, as well. It was wrong, but it was all the more exciting because of that.
The girl's arousal was evident. Her nipples were stiff and swollen, standing like little pink rockets ready to be launched from the areolas. His prick was as hard as a rock by this time, and his balls were bloated between his muscular thighs. So much blood had rushed into his cock that the man felt lightheaded, dizzy with desire. He had no resistance left. The teenaged temptress had worked her seduction very well -- and she knew it. She looked amused by her success, grinning devilishly.
"You wanna suck my tits, don't you?" she asked, squirming and thrusting her tits out. "It's okay, Daddy. I like it. Lots of guys do it for me."
John drew back for a moment, hesitating. But he had already licked her tits, and he guessed that it would be no more wicked to nurse on the nipples. Sucking titty wasn't really very naughty -- not serious. It wasn't even really an act of incest, he convinced himself. His head bobbed down and he sucked the swollen nipple into his lips. That taut bud seemed to explode in his mouth. He hungrily nursed on that stiff peak, slobbering and drooling lavishly. Cathy moaned, holding her tits thrust up to his avid face. John switched across and sucked the other delectable bud, whimpering with dark passions. His little girl was squirming around, gasping and moaning, jerking against his face. She stroked the back of his head, cradling his face to her tits.
"Oh-oh, Daddy! Oooooh!" the teenaged girl gasped. "It feels so good!"
Her delicious nipples were swelling more and more as he switched back and forth between them. He swept his tongue up through her deep, smooth cleavage, then slurped back onto a tingling pink tit-tip.
"Don't stop, it's making me so hot, Daddy! Ohhhhh, I'm gonna juice off!"
The nubile girl began to shudder. She was getting her rocks off! The dark knowledge thrilled her father to the core, causing his fevered mind to throb as much as his bloated cock. She was his daughter -- the delicious depravity of what he was doing was driving him crazy.
"Creamin', Daddy, creamin'!" she whined.
Her tit-tips burst in his lips, and she jolted as her loins dissolved in a creamy cumming. John kept on sucking as she squirmed through the sweet spasms. He switched nipples. They exploded in turn and each time they detonated, they set off another spasm in her cunt. Cathy's cunt was going off by itself, as if that bud were connected to the nipples bursting in his lips. She cried out joyfully as the orgasmic peak hit her.
Then she slumped back in the big chair, a dreamy smile lighting her face. John had made his daughter cum! He felt delightfully degenerate, deliciously depraved. He felt a wonderful sense of wickedness. He felt a twinge of guilt, as well. But nothing strong enough to make him regret what he had done. He kept sucking her tits for a few moments, making sure she was finished creaming off. Then he drew back and gazed at her lovely little face, looking for signs of shame or remorse. But she was only smiling with blissful contentment.
"That was lovely, Daddy!" she sighed.
"It-it was wrong!" he moaned.
"Yeah -- but lovely, too."
She was obviously comfortable with the situation, satisfied and smug. But her father wasn't comfortable at all now. His prick was thundering savagely and his balls felt as if they had been over-inflated, ready to blow out. He just had to get his rocks off. John figured that he had better rush to the bathroom and beat his laboring meat, spilling off his spunk load into the sink. But he stayed where he was, kneeling before Cathy as if in homage, hunched over his hard-on. Despite what they had just done, John was ashamed to stand up and let his little girl see the massive bulge that was swelling in his crotch. Making her cum had been naughty enough, without revealing his own raging desire.
He shifted back, intending to turn away from her before he rose to his feet. But then the nymphette giggled.
"I got another decal, Daddy," she said.
He stared at her with haunted eyes.
"Wanna lick it off, too?" she whispered.
And, as her father gazed at her in dismay, the naughty little minx lifted her skirt.
Chapter Two
Cathy raised her short skirt up above her waist and perched on the edge of the chair, her thighs parted wide and her feet extended to the floor. John stared at her crotch. Her plump pussy mound was packed into a pair of tiny bikini panties. The panties were a mere wisp of silk drawn tight across her hips, and the narrow crotchband had been dragged up into her cunt-slot as if by suction. Curly wisps of blonde cunt-hair coiled out on either side -- and the crotchband was all slathered from her cumming.
Her daddy was gazing at her crotch so intently that, for a moment, he failed to see the decal. Then it registered.
On the sleek inside of her slender, shapely thigh, a lightening bolt was displayed, aimed significantly up, right at the girl's panty-clad pussy. Her leg was deeply tanned and the thunderbolt was a pale, pearly color -- the same color as the cunt-cum that was oozing out from the crotchband of her panties. His daughter's dewy delta drew John like a magnet. His tongue was sticking out like a soft iron filing attracted by that meaty magnetism.
"Lick my leg," she said, running her hand lightly up that bronzed column and then brushing the tips of her fingers up her crotch. Her clit was poking out against the silken material, stiff and swollen despite her recent orgasm, and her panties had soaked up her pussyjuice like a sponge. John, still on his knees, moved back toward her. His face was tight with emotions. Was licking her loins much more wicked than sucking her tits? He wondered. Probably -- but the prospect was more delicious, as well. His daughter was hot, he realized. It made John feel relatively innocent. And totally helpless and at the girl's mercy, his own misbehavior forgiven.
Rationalizing his own desire, he placed a hand on each of her knees. His head hovered over her groin. Her panties were snug and sheer, and he could see the indentation of her fuck-slot and the bulge of her clit through the flimsy material. The crotchband was sopping wet, poured full of pussyjuice. His nostrils flared and twitched. He was inhaling, breathing in the tantalizing fragrance of hot pussy perfume. The sweet aroma was making him salivate, and his tongue was so hot it was sizzling in his saliva. Cathy jerked her ass up, tilting her well-packed loins higher, tipping her cunt up toward his face. He could feel the fiery heat of her cunt waft over his face, and he slobbered more, drool spilling from his lips.
"Does it look yummy, Daddy?" Cathy asked.
"Ohhhhh, Cathy, honey..."
"Lick the lightning, Daddy!"
His tongue shot out and he began to run the wet probe up her slim thigh. The lightning bolt decal began to disappear. He licked right up to the crease where her leg was joined to her pelvis, and she jerked in his face. The decal had faded away now, and her shapely thigh was glossy with drool. Wrong or not, no man could have had his face so close to that furry feast and declined to dine -- least of all her own cunt-hungry daddy.
Nor did Cathy expect him to. The teenaged temptress was tilting her cunt up like some creamy delicacy served under silk on a hairy platter. John buried his face in her cunt, nuzzling and rubbing. His tongue slurped out, pulling up the crotchband of her panties. The flavor of cuntjuice came to him, strained through the silk, making his taste buds tingle.
If he just licked and sucked her pussy through her panties, it wouldn't be such a sin, he convinced himself as he wallowed in her gooey grotto. But naughty Cathy was not about to settle for that. Now that she had her handsome daddy right where she wanted him, she was damned if her panties were going to get in the way. She hiked her trim ass up and shook her hips, grinding her groin in his face.
"Take my panties down, Daddy," she panted.
John slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband and began to tug her panties down. He drew back slightly, watching her pussy emerge. Her plump cunt appeared, a tropical jungle of honey-blonde hair spread in a wide vee up her slim lower belly. He tugged her panties lower and her thighs parted a bit wider. Her pussy was open in a juicy oval, the coral pink slot was flooded with her nectar. Her swollen clit stood out like a little log in a swamp.
Her daddy yanked the panties down her thighs, baring her loins. Cunt-cream was seeping down her crotch and soaking into the crack of her round ass. Fascinated by the sight of the sweetly scented cunt, John removed her sopping panties from one foot, then the other. He kissed her ankles and sucked her toes. She arched her instep as he nuzzled her feet. His eyes were still glued to her gooey pussy as he played with her feet, and Cathy gazed down, watching his face twist into a mask of lust.
He held the soaking panties up to his face, sniffing the perfume of her seepage, then sucking the sodden crotchband into his mouth. He was tasting her pussy in her panties as a sort of appetizer, while the main course -- the source of the scrumptious juice -- steamed and bubbled like a heated pot between her thighs.
"Eat me, Daddy!" Cathy whimpered.
She hiked her pelvis up. John began to tongue his way up her shapely legs, licking her trim calves, then the insides of her firm thighs. As he tasted her limbs, he was staring up hungrily between them, driven wild by the sight and scent of her cunt. His daughter's cunt was like her mother's, he thought -- just as juicy and a lot trimmer. It certainly looked every bit as succulent. He had lapped up the girl's legs, and his tongue was running up the creases, slurping next to her pussy but not making contact yet. As he switched from thigh-top to thigh-top, his nose was brushing lightly against her swollen, pulsating cunt.
"Don't tease me, Daddy, lick me!" she moaned, tossing her head in a tumble of golden hair. "Tongue-fuck me, Daddy! I love it so much!"
She was his sweet little girl. But she obviously knew all about cuntlapping. John felt that he should be distressed to find that out, but he wasn't. He only felt a bit jealous and envious of his predecessors in her pussy. He held her by her hips, tilting her pussy up as if it were a brimming cup he was about to drink to the dregs. His face hovered over her, close, his eyes narrowed and his lips parted, inhaling her scent.
Then he dove in tongue-first.
"Ummmmmm!" Cathy groaned as he licked her cuntlips and stabbed his tongue into the pussyfolds. His head turned. He tapped his tongue against her clit and felt the tense little button vibrate spasmodically.
He licked her creamy cunt out, using his tongue to spoon out cuntjuice into his lips. Then he stabbed in as deep as he could go up her padded pussy-tunnel. Her tight cunt sucked on his tongue. He pushed in and out. His wet lapper was steaming in her pussy.
"Ooooooh, Daddy, you give good head!" the nymphette squealed, whipping her pussy into his face and mopping him with her soaking muff.
But the cunt-hungry man had only just begun.
Chapter Three
His little girl's tight cunt was sucking on his probing tongue so wondrously that John couldn't help but wonder what her suction-cup pussy would feel like if it were pulling away on his thundering prick. Of course, he would never know.
Eating out her pussy was one thing, but he would never be wicked enough to fuck his own daughter -- or so he was trying to convince himself as his conscience battled against his carnal passions. He was using only his tongue, to begin with, slurping away with relish. But he wanted to work all the variations and show her all of his skillful techniques. Now that he was going down on the willing girl this first time, he was thinking that he would probably be gobbling her pussy a lot in the future -- that the sin would hardly be any more serious for frequent repetitions.
Cathy loved to be eaten out, and if someone was going to be doing it -- why shouldn't her doting daddy reap the benefits of her needs and her desires? He wanted to make it as good for her as it was for him, partly because he was not a selfish man -- but mainly so that she would be eager for more cunt munching. He began to suck as well as lick now, clamping his lip to her flooded cunt like a suction cup to a clogged drain. As he nursed her pussy, he continued to stab his tongue up the chute, French-kissing her fuckhole like a bearded mouth.
He was lunching in the lunch basket of her cunt with glee, gurgling and gulping, suck-crazy and tongue-wild as he worked himself into a feeding frenzy.
Cathy wriggled and squirmed and jerked as she pumped her cunt against his mouth. John was happy that the oversexed teenager had already creamed off while he was sucking on her tits. He knew that her next orgasm would take longer -- and he was savoring her succulent pussy so much that he wanted to stay down there for ages. And, too, he wanted to make a better job of it than any of her boyfriends -- or even, for all he knew, some of her sexy girlfriends, as well -- had ever done.
He slid down to lick her thighs some more, then shifted up and lapped her curly cunt mound. He flicked his tongue lightly on her clit, then sucked on it, feeling it tense and tingle in his lips. He knew that if he kept on nursing on that sensitive nubbin for very long, she was going to melt again. Having her cream in his mouth would be the best part of the oral sex, to be sure, but he wanted to linger over the feast for a while before he drank the dessert.
He leaned back and, holding her by her hips, gently turned her onto her flank. She rolled willingly. He turned her over the rest of the way so that she was face-down in the chair, her adorable little ass hiked up just below his face. His hands moved onto the tight cheeks of her ass and he spread her asscrack open, exposing the tiny brown bud of her puckered shitter. John ran his tongue slowly up the musky cleft between her asscheeks, making her squeal. Then he began to stab his tongue into her asshole. He thought she might be shocked. But not Cathy. There was nothing chaste or prim about any part of her nubile body -- including her shithole.
"Oooooh -- ahhhh rim me, Daddy! Tongue out my fucking shitter!" she wantonly wailed. It made John wonder if his little girl had ever had a cock stuck up her asshole. He reamed merrily into that anal appetizer, slobbering into her tight brown ring and then sucking his own saliva back out, flavored by her ass. Cathy's asshole was delicious, delicately flavored and scented. Her father would have gladly snacked on her sweet shitter for a long time. But from the way she was thrashing and writhing and churning her ass against his face, he was afraid that she might cream off at any moment -- and he wanted his mouth on her fuckhole for that foaming finale.
John gave her shitter a last loving slurp, then pulled away and turned her over again. She slid her ass down to the edge of the chair and threw her legs wide open, offering her swampy cunt to his face. John buried his head in her groin again, working on her scrumptious pussy with whimpering relish. She was so wet that his tongue was splashing as he sank it into her cunt, so hot he thought his tongue might blister. She hooked her knees over his shoulders, drumming her heels on his back. Her sleek thighs clamped around his face, holding him in a velvet vise. Then she spread her legs apart again, giving him room to wallow freely. Her feet were pumping in the air as if she were riding a bike. He was eating noisily. Slurps and moist gulps drifted from her crotch. Her cunt squished and sloshed as more cuntjuice gushed from her pussy. His head burrowed in as if he was trying to bury his whole face in her fuckhole.
"Cum!" he moaned. "Cum, Cathy -- cream, baby -- juice in Daddy's mouth!"
His pleading words came muffled from her pussy, bubbling in her sodden fuck-slot. He was panting right up her fuckhole as he munched away.
"Gonna, Daddy, gonna cream!" she wailed. Her whole sexy body was quivering. She was surging to a crest, soaring higher now than she had when she was melting while he mouthed her nipples, eager to feed him her liquid love from her steaming pussy. He sucked her cunt and slurped in her pussy. His tongue churned and whisked and flailed. His whole face was slathered with her slimy seepage, aid that sweet flow was getting hotter and thicker and creamier.
"Daddy! Now, Daddy!" she cried.
The waits of ecstasy were shooting across her belly and shooting up her trembling thighs in spasms. She jerked in a series of convulsions. Her slim body bowed and bridged, arched back then bent forward. Her feet kicked frantically behind his back, then she drew her knees up nipples swelled as if echoing her cunt. The waves came rushing together in a peak, and she cried out with pure bliss and clung there at the peak of passion for long moments, juicing off torrentially into her father's adoring mouth.
Finally her cumming began to subside. The waves ebbed away and her spasms lessened to a gentle sustained tremor. Her daddy was disappointed. He would have liked to make her cream for hours. He kept on tonguing and sucking, making sure that he had worked off every drip, milked out every juicy drop. Cathy clumped back, no longer grinding and jerking, just trembling mildly. Her clit had softened in his loving lips now, and he had greedily wolfed all of her pussyjuice from her fuckhole. He continued to suck on that slot, but now he was only swallowing his own saliva. John gazed up from above her bushy vee and saw that Cathy was smiling radiantly. As it had been with her first cumming, while he nursed on her nipples, the little nymphette showed no sign of regret or shame, only pure joy. John shared her emotions. It was always a treat to have a cunt melt in his hungry mouth, but to have eaten out his own teenaged daughter was a thrill beyond compare.
Certain that he would get no more goo from her pussy now, he dipped down and tongued up the stray streams that had eluded his lips and run down her lathered crotch. He lapped the milky film up and sank lower, licking more seepage out of the crack of her ass. Then, wanting every single drop, he ran his tongue up and down the slick flesh of her inner thighs, gathering up the creamy cuntjuice that had flowed down them. After a while, he sat back on his heels, his tongue lolling out like a panting dog. His face was filmed with cunt-cream from forehead to chin, and he had left her loins glistening with his saliva.
Now that they had been so intimate, John was no longer embarrassed by having her see his hard-on, and that, was precisely where the naughty girl was looking. Now that her cunt had been satisfied, her sensual mouth was hot and horny and she was pursing her lips and flicking her tongue out as she gazed at her father. Then Cathy formed an oval slot of her lips, turning her mouth into a simulated fuckhole. She stared hard at her daddy's bulging fly, and he looked longingly at the girl's slippery lips and dancing tongue. Yet it was her seduction, and had been from the start. John couldn't bring himself to take the initiative. By simply responding to her whims, reacting to her desires, the man felt less guilty about these taboo things. But he worked his cock, making the massive lump flare in his fly.
"Thank you, Daddy, for making me cum," Cathy whispered. "That was the best suck I've ever had!"
"Any time, honey," he said huskily.
"But it made you real hot and hard, huh?" she asked, nodding at his crotch.
John made no reply, waiting hopefully.
"Usually when a guy sucks me off, I like to return the favor, Daddy."
That was just what he wanted to hear.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" he moaned, panting as he realized that his horny hopes were about to be fulfilled. Now he hoped for only one thing more.
John was hoping that his wife wouldn't return from her shopping before he had finished fucking his daughter's face.
Chapter Four
Brenda Harland was a spectacularly voluptuous woman who looked a lot like her teenaged daughter, but more curvy -- blessed with a great figure. She also happened to be kinky. Today she had satisfied one of her kinks -- and made herself horny in the process.
She had gone into a shoe store and browsed around, waiting until the youngest and most attractive salesman wasn't occupied. Then she had summoned him and settled down into one of the chairs, taking a chair toward the end of a row, away from any other customers. She asked him to show her a selection of pumps and sandals, not being very specific because she hadn't come to a shoe store for shoes. Brenda frequented such shops for the service -- having a man kneeling at her feet as he helped her on with the footwear.
Having had this little adventure in mind before she left the house, she had dressed accordingly. She wore a short skirt and dark net stockings strapped to a sexy black garterbelt -- and she wore no panties at all. The salesman went to fetch a selection of footwear, and Brenda kicked her own shoes off and casually crossed her legs. She drew the hem of her skirt up high enough to expose a stretch of naked thigh between her stocking tops and the naked nook of her crotch.
The clerk returned laden with boxes and knelt at her feet, ready to assist in fitting the footgear. He was new at his job, a polite young man eager to please and to make a sale -- innocent and naive, never suspecting the sort of thing his job would sometimes entail. In his inexperienced young manhood, he had never realized how vulnerable to a cockteaser a shoe salesman was. But Brenda was about to enlighten him.
She chose a pair of strapped sandals at random and stuck her foot out, arching her ankle. The salesman began to strap the sandal around her instep. The polite young man was trying valiantly not to look up under her skin, but her lush legs were lovely, and he was starting to sweat.
"Does that feel comfortable?" he asked.
She stretched her long leg out as if testing the fit, tilting her ankle up and down. She was smiling lasciviously. She hadn't replied, so he started to look up, lifting his eyebrows. He intended to look at her face -- but his eyes never lifted above her crotch.
The salesman gulped.
He was staring right up her skirt -- at her naked crotch! Her bushy blonde cunt was open and wet, spilling out creamy seepage into her crotch. Framed in the black straps of her garterbelt, her pussy looked like a hairy, juicy pie. She could feel the intensity of his gaze upon her, and it made her more excited. She squirmed in the seat and parted her thighs wider. More pussyjuice came bubbling from her open cunt and her swollen cunt flared. She teased and tempted him mercilessly, trying on each pair of shoes in turn. His hands were shaking as they fitted the footwear to her, and he just couldn't keep his eyes off her fascinating crotch. The salesman was disconcerted as well as turned on. He supposed that it was all accidental, that the gorgeous woman had simply forgotten to put her underwear on that morning, or maybe wet herself and taken her panties off -- and that she had certainly forgotten that she was naked beneath her short skirt when she decided to try on some new shoes. The idea that she was deliberately flashing her cunt never dawned on him.
The salesman was looking at her loins so longingly that she felt as if his eyes were caressing her physically, his vision, blessed with a tactile quality. Brenda was reacting just as if he were frigging her with his gaze. As her pussy heated up, she could scent her own musky perfume wafting up from her naked groin -- and knew that the aroma must be even more intense and tantalizing to the salesman, as he hunkered so close to her pussy. Knowing that she was turning him on tremendously made Brenda all the more aroused. She leaned down and looked at the front of his neat trousers. The bulge was plain to see.
Was he going to cream in his pants? she wondered, and that possibility sent a shaft of lust darting through her, causing her to surge toward a crest. Untouched other than by this young man's eyes, Brenda was creaming off. She made no attempt to hide it. Panting and whimpering aloud, eyes rolled and lips slack, she juiced off lavishly, keeping her knees lifted and her legs parted, letting him watch her cum.
He was rubbing her feet and ankles and sliding his hands up her calves. Then he suddenly jerked her foot down and began to rub her instep against the big bulge in the front of his trousers. His bloated prick was throbbing violently. Brenda wriggled her toes and shifted the arch of her foot rhythmically against his massive hard-on. She was still cumming when he joined her. His body jerked convulsively and she felt a sticky seepage soak through the fabric of his trousers. Looking down, she watched as a wide, damp spot spread out across his fly. It seemed as if he must have spilled a bucket full of spunk into his pants. Her own pleasant release ended, and the wanton woman gave him a wink and a grin. He was still jerking his crotch against her foot.
Brenda had enjoyed the little adventure so much that she would have purchased a pair of shoes and made an appointment to return for another fitting. But the clerk looked horrified. His face was bathed in sweat and the front of his pants was dripping like a wet sponge. He blushed and tore his gaze from her groin to look down into his own lap. Then he blushed even deeper when he saw how evident his disgrace was.
Brenda giggled at his dismay. But it was no laughing matter to the young man, who envisioned losing his job or maybe even being arrested for cumming in a public place. He swayed back and forth, refusing to return her gaze. He started to rise, then sank back as his legs failed him. He made another attempt and got up on shaky thighs. He looked around warily, like a hunted animal-looked everywhere but at the voluptuous housewife who had provoked him to such sordid shame. Then he bent and snatched up several of the boxes. Holding them before his loins, cradled in both hands to hide his sopping crotch, he rushed to the back of the store. Brenda watched him, amused. He was leaving a trail of gooey guilt in his wake, like some spunky path by which he could be tracked down and brought to bay.
Cum was running all the way down his legs and dotting the carpet behind him like a string of broken pearls, each blob like a liquid pearl. Brenda had plenty of juice running down her thighs, as well. But things like that never troubled her. She got up and left the shop, smiling impishly and swinging her broad, firm ass provocatively. It had been great fun. She hoped that the naive young man wasn't traumatized by the experience. Actually, he recovered soon. Standing in the stockroom, he trembled with waves of guilt and shame. But they passed shortly, leaving him with the memory of Brenda's cunt as she came. That juicy image was stamped indelibly on his brain.
And he found that he had another hard-on. But now, in the privacy of the dimly lighted stockroom, he knew how to deal with that. He opened his fly and hauled his cock and balls out. His prick was drenched with the residue of his ejaculation, yet it was as big and hard as if he hadn't cum in a month. He began to sniff and lick the shoes that he had fitted to her perfumed feet. Then he chose a pair of pumps -- the sexiest ones, to his inexperienced mind -- and tenderly inserted his prick into it. He began to slide it up and down, stuffing his cock into the shoe like a club foot. The friction was mild, but his imagination was churning wildly and, in moments, he filled up the shoe with spunk.
Then he wrapped it neatly in the tissue paper and returned it to the box. The next sexy lady that requested a shoe in that size and style was going to get a damp foot. The young man was starting to learn the tricks of his chosen trade. Brenda was feeling randy again by the time she got to her car. It had been pleasant to cum under the clerk's gaze, but cumming untouched was never truly satisfying. It was only a preliminary for a more fulfilling cumming, just a sort of wet foreplay.
If there had been another shoe store in that shopping plaza, she would have been tempted to play her little flashing game again. But there wasn't, and she couldn't figure out any way that she would be able to logically, as if accidentally, flash her cunt in a toy store or a flower shop. Sitting behind the steering wheel, she gave her pussy a brisk massage, contemplating a handjob before she left the parking lot. But hand jobs weren't very exciting, unless there was a man -- or an interested lady, for that matter -- watching her do it. Brenda was the sort of quirky, kinky woman who always enjoyed cumming more when she was playing to an audience, putting on a show. She was a flasher and an exhibitionist, adoring to flaunt her charms, to be provocative and flirtatious. She might even have been a cockteaser -- except that she was too horny for that.
She had been that way ever since her tits had begun to swell and her cunt had gotten hairy. As a teenager, she had always been willing to play doctor and nurse and show and tell. She liked to go to topless beaches and, although she was certainly not a woman's libber, she heartily approved of laws making public restrooms unisex. Had she not been a happily married woman and housewife, she might well have been a stripper. And, on the other side of the exhibitionist coin, she really liked to play the voyeur, as well. She got a kick out of catching her husband jacking off in the bathroom, as he sometimes did, than she did from jacking him off -- and she naturally had a few naughty fantasies about what her teenaged children did when they were out on dates.
But now, seeing no alternative other than to go to some cocktail lounge or tavern, which she thought sordid, she decided to go home and get a good afternoon of fucking out of her handsome, heavily hung husband. She figured he would be horny, as usual -- never for a moment imagining that her own little girl was taking care of that at this very moment.
So she gave her cunt a few last strokes just to keep it simmering pleasantly. Then she started the car, leaving her skirt drawn up so that she could touch her cunt from time to time, and she drove off, heading for home. If she had gone directly home, she would have arrived in time to interrupt the incestuous oral sex in progress -- or, more thrilling, to witness it. But Brenda got sidetracked. And considering what was going on at home, she got sidetracked in a most interesting way.
By her own teenaged son.
Chapter Five
Brenda's route home through the suburbs took her past the house where her son's current girlfriend lived. She had no intention of stopping there, but as she drove past, she quite naturally glanced that way and saw Bobby and red-haired Tammy sitting on the porch. She slowed down, wondering if her son would like a lift home -- but then she saw that he was obviously quite happy just where he was.
Bobby and Tammy were necking up a storm. Brenda smiled, thinking that young love was a tender and wholesome thing. But then she saw that there wasn't anything very innocent in what was going on. Tammy had her tongue halfway down Bobby's throat, and Bobby had his hand on her plump tit, feeling her up as they kissed with unbridled passion. Brenda found it intriguing.
She drove past slowly, but the youngsters were much too engrossed to see the car glide by. On a sudden impulse, she pulled over to the curb and looked out the back window, grinning with peeper's secretive delight. Still totally unaware of the watcher in the car, the teenagers continued to fondle and pet. She could damned near hear them panting, even from a distance. I wonder if Bobby is fucking her? Brenda thought. She certainly didn't mind, but it would have been interesting -- and inspirational -- to know... As she spied, Bobby began to work his hand inside the redhead's blouse, grabbing a naked tit. Then he drew back slightly, breaking off their lascivious lip-lock. His mother couldn't hear what he was saying, but his lips moved and there was an eager, questioning look on his face.
His girlfriend giggled and nodded. Then the girl got up and, taking Bobby by the hand, drew him up after her. They kissed again, standing. One of her fat tits was spilling from her open blouse, and the front of Bobby's tight jeans showed the outline of a huge hard-on. Christ, he must be hung like his father, Brenda thought. She hadn't had a good look at her son's cock in a long time -- and had never seen it stiff.
That girl has a tasty-looking tit, too, she thought, starting to get very interested, indeed. They French-kissed for awhile, with her tits jammed to his chest and his hips thrust out so hard that he was grinding his hard-on against her belly.
Then, arms around each other's waist and walking so that their hips brushed together at every stride, the young lovers moved across the porch and went into the house. Brenda was disappointed. She was dying to see where the heavy petting was going to lead. She knew that Tammy's parents both worked late and that the house would be unoccupied. She didn't mind at all if her son and the girl were fucking -- but she sure as shit wished that they had done it on the porch so she could watch. With a wistful sigh, she started to drive off. Then she had a wildly stimulating thought. There was no reason why she shouldn't go up to the house, ostensibly to see if Bobby was there and wanted to ride home with her. If her presence was noticed, that was an ideal excuse. And, otherwise -- there was a front window near the door that looked into the living room, and if a woman were to sneak a look in, there was no telling what she might just happen to see.
The opportunity was much too good to pass up. Playing the eyeball game was always fun, and spying on her own teenaged son added a nicely naughty element to it. Brenda left her car and walked back to the girl's house, trying to appear nonchalant, and not even swinging her ass and hips in her customary provocative manner -- although her cunt was really smoldering now and plenty of pearly juice was streaming down her inner thighs.
She went up onto the porch as if headed for the front door, in case any of the neighbors were watching. Then she sidestepped up to the window. Standing off to the side, she slowly slid her hand around the frame and looked into the front room. She was instantly delighted to find that she had struck it lucky and had a ringside seat at a first-rate performance. Her legs began to shake. She sank down to her knees, hands on the windowsill and the top of her head, just to the eyes, raised above the ledge. Like a deprived child peering into the window of a candy store, she looked in longingly. The courting teenagers had already stripped naked, impatient in their young passion. The heavy petting on the porch had obviously made them both horny. They were sitting on the couch, which faced the window, so that Brenda had a clear full frontal view.
Twisting from the hips, the supple lovers were kissing passionately again. The window was slightly open at the bottom, and now Brenda could hear as well as see them, adding another dimension to her pleasure. Their tongues slid back and forth, entwining like mating serpents. Their wet lips worked together, and they were panting into each other's open mouths. And Bobby had a huge hard-on!
His cock was jutting up high before his lean belly, the huge, mushroom-shaped, slab of his cockhead standing as tall as his chest and throbbing mightily. The underside of that thick shaft was seamed and ridged by a dark, pulsing vein, and his balls were bloated as big as melons at the base, so that he had to sit with his muscular thighs parted to make room for the heavy bags. His prick towered so tall that it looked as if the boy could damn near suck his own cock! His pisshole was gaping open and lots of lathery pre-cum was oozing out and running down his prickshaft, as heavy and sluggish as quicksilver.
His mother's mouth was watering as she stared at the succulent hunk of her son's cock. Bobby's massive prick was as big as his father's, and it looked every bit as delicious -- and because she had every right to suck his father's prick in marital mouthing, but it was strictly taboo to suck on her own son's cock, Brenda's fevered imagination was driving her crazy. She gave the girl a good look, too. Tammy also had her thighs apart, and Brenda had a clear vista of that steaming cunt. The redhead's cunt was like a burning bush, and below it her open pussy was flowing like a waterfall, spilling juice down her crotch abundantly. Brenda drooled over the tasty looking pussy, as well, her indiscriminating tongue tingling. Brenda wasn't a dyke -- but she had a bisexual tongue.
Brenda's lustful eyes shifted back and forth between cock and cunt, and her sensual lips worked as if she were having oral sex from afar. She was salivating so heavily that it felt like she had a mouthful of cum. Bobby kneaded his girlfriend's tits and pulled at the taut tips. Then he slipped a hand down her tummy and cupped her cunt. He flicked his fingertips against her swollen clit, then sank his middle finger up into her fuckhole, frigging in and out.
Tammy squirmed against his hand and moved her own hand down to his groin, rubbing up his quivering thigh and teasing him by pausing just short of his cock. He fed her a mouthful of tongue and sank knuckle-deep into her cunt. Tammy played with his balls and drew her fingers lightly up his stalk, flicking them at the sensitive spot where his fat vein spread out into the underside of his flaring, wedge-shaped cockhead. More preliminary spunk drooled out and she worked it into the purple meat with her fingers. He shoved two fingers up into her pussy, and she gave his thick prick a stroke. They both seemed about to cum.
The avidly watching woman on the porch was in two minds about this, not knowing if she should be disappointed or pleased. She had been hoping to see something more exciting and serious than just mutual hand-jobs -- fucking or sucking -- yet she realized that if the girl only jacked her son off, she would get to see his jizz shoot out -- a thrilling thought. She'd love to watch Tammy juice off, too. But then the lithe young redhead slid from Bobby's embrace and lay back along the couch, drawing him after her. He brought his legs up and knelt between her parted thighs, his prick looming out over her belly.
He bent down and kissed her, then nuzzled her tits and sucked her nipples. That made his mother smolder. As an infant, Bobby had sucked at her own tit-tips, for nourishment -- would he like to nurse her again, for pleasure? Her mind was aflame. Since the boy had sucked milk from her tits in the past, was she not entitled to milk his cock in these later years? The depraved idea was making her seethe. Brenda rubbed her thighs together, feeling her cunt burning like an ember between them. She could have creamed off at the slightest touch of her hand. But she was holding back, wanting to save her own cumming so that she would still be smoldering with lust as she watched the naughty teenagers fuck.
But, as it turned out, they didn't fuck. What they did do was even better, in a way, because Brenda got to watch a thrilling show and got to see her son's spunk spurting out -- and, best of all, it set the stage for the future. It turned out that the ardent young lovers were both still virgins, and wasn't it a mother's duty to relieve her horny son of such a burden?
Chapter Six
"Do it, Bobby -- do it!" Tammy moaned. Bobby lifted his head from her upthrust tits and arched over her, bracing, on his hands and knees. He laid his huge cock on her tummy, then drew back so that his cockhead came sliding down through her flaming red cuntbush, like some fat rodent scurrying through a forest fire. His ass jerked back and his cock-knob dipped into Tammy's groin.
He grasped his cockshaft by the hilt and rubbed the head around in her sodden pussy, using it like a meaty ladle to stir her cream bowl. Tammy's cuntlips sucked on his knob and juice seeped out and trickled down his cockstalk. Brenda could hear the slurping sounds her cunt was making and the way her son's meaty prick was sloshing in the soaking pussy. A tide of cuntjuice washed from Tammy's pussy and threads of thick, sticky pre-cum slid from Bobby's open pisshole and streaked her creamy flow. Bobby nudged his cock into the girl's pussy. His mother settled down to enjoy the sight of the randy teenagers fucking like crazy. That was when she learned the truth.
"Don't you dare put it in me!" Tammy cried.
Bobby held himself rigid, quivering like a dog, only the tip of his cockhead inserted in her gooey pussy. His jaws were tight and his fists were clenched. The youth was obviously exercising all of his will power and restraint in a violent struggle with his burning desire.
"C'mon -- let me fuck you, Tammy!" he croaked.
"No -- no -- no!" the redhead gasped.
Her own face showed that she, too, was having a hard time in resisting the natural urge to get fucked.
"Please, just a few strokes?" he whined.
"Don't coax me, Bobby! You know I wanna as much as you do, but not until I'm older!"
The wanton watcher and lustful listener at the window realized that both of the passionate kids had never gone all the way. The fact that they were virgins made it all the more exciting to her and she slobbered all the more heavily as she contemplated cherry cockmeat and maidenly muff. Bobby grated his teeth and rolled his eyes in a torment of bitter frustration, an agony of need. It was evident to his experienced mother that if the boy chose to ram his prick into Tammy's cherry cunt, the horny little redhead would be unable to resist that, as she claimed, she yearned for it every bit as much as Bobby did. But Bobby proved a gentleman.
"Alright!" he groaned, some of the tension going out of his face and body -- although his desperate prick remained as stiff as a ramrod.
"Do it like we always do!" Tammy whimpered. Bobby lowered his ass slightly so that his iron hard prick was angled up in her crotch, the cockknob no longer aimed into Tammy's fuck-chute. She shuddered and squirmed against him, her pretty face radiant with pleasure. Her slim thighs wrapped around his hips and she locked her heels behind his ass, clinging tightly to him from below. Her trim haunches began to shift, and her hips and belly started pumping.
Bobby's ass corkscrewed and he humped. The movements of the two teenagers were exactly the same as if they were actually fucking -- except that Bobby's prick wasn't in her cunthole. In a way, this provided a better show for Brenda than if they had been properly fucking. She got to see all the humping action of a fuck -- and at the same time she got to see her son's hugs prick working away! With her tongue hanging out and her cuntjuice creaming down her thighs, Brenda pressed her face to the window and watched in fascination, seeing all the juicy details much better than if the kids had been coupled.
The teenagers had obviously done this many times before, and they were working in perfect harmony as they pounded together in a simulated fuck. Bobby drove his cock up and down, angled like a lever across the fulcrum of Tammy's fuckslot. The heavily veined underside of his prick rubbed directly across the girl's clit as it slid up and down. Her cuntlips were sucking on his cock and her pussyjuice was pouring out, making his prick glisten. He thrust up and down and she ground against him, rolling her hips and heaving her ass up from the couch.
His bloated cockhead came looming out above her bushy vee, dribbling pre-cum. As he thrust his stalk up, his balls rolled into her crotch and her steaming cunt juiced over them lavishly. His hairy balls seemed as wet with cuntjuice on the outside as they were with cum within. His vibrant prick hissed like a heated crowbar as he shoved it up and his balls splashed as they slapped into her swampy cunt. He held her by the cheeks of her ass, hiking her loins up as he angled his cock across her cunt and up through her pussy bush.
The incomplete coupling intrigued Brenda. She had never done it that way, herself. She had fucked with the first guy that asked her, following one of her fuckhole flashing adventures, and so she had never known the exciting fun of not quite doing it. But she could imagine just how it felt. Tammy's frenzied cunt was being massaged, and at the same time it was flaring against Bobby's cock-vein, passing the tingling thrill on to his pricks like an electric current running back and forth from socket to plug. Jerking together faster, the kids were rising toward a simultaneous cumming. They were panting and gasping.
Tammy's cuntjuice was leaking out in creamy torrents, and Bobby's bloated knob was spilling out preliminary goo in a deluge. The virile youth hadn't blown his wad yet, but he had already spent as much cum in the initial seepage as a lesser man would shoot out when he got his rocks off. The sight of all that juice and jizz was making Brenda's tongue smolder like her clit -- and dark desires were driving like a blizzard through her brain. Peeking was a thrill. But Brenda was starting to realize that just watching would not satisfy her today. Incest was taboo, she knew -- but oh, how that horny mother longed for her son's cock and cum. Tammy cried out, babbling and gurgling.
"Creamin'! My cunt is cumin'! Juice me, Bobby -- jizz all over me!"
Bobby ground in savagely, ramming his cock up at an angle through her creaming pussy. His balls rolled in like meaty boulders, solid and full and pulsing. His cockhead was flowing like a fountain as it came towering out, of the girl's groin, rising like a rocket. He humped furiously, increasing the sliding friction as he levered through her loins. Tammy reached down under her upthrust ass and grasped his balls, squeezing as if she wanted to pump the spunk from them. Bobby howled like a fiend in torment, heaving savagely, throwing his head and shoulders back and bridging his body out in an arc behind his ramrod prick.
"Here it cums!" he wailed.
"Oooooh -- shoot, Bobby, blow your slime!" Tammy moaned, throwing her ass and hips about as her own cumming crested.
Tammy's clit exploded against the pulsing vein of Bobby's cockshaft and her cunthole dissolved. He pumped it up her groin, and his balls burst as they whacked into her pussy. His cock rippled as the spunk came spurting up through the hollow core of his cock. His fuckjuice squirted from his knob in a gooey geyser, rising high into the air. The thick cloud hung over Tammy for an instant, then came tumbling back to splatter all over her belly and tits. He shot off again as he yanked his prick back down, and this stream skimmed up her tummy and bubbled in the cleft between her tits. The potent youth kept pumping the spunk out, shooting as he thrust, then shooting again on the recoil. Tammy's whole torso was awash with his slime. The creamy stuff coated her cuntbush, slathered her belly, soaked her tits and spurted on up to the hollow of her trembling throat. His balls drained off spurt by spurt, deflating as they spent their steaming load.
Tammy kept on creaming as she whipped her cunt against his cock. He began to falter at last, losing the beat, missing a stroke. Then he stopped humping, holding his cock jammed up her groin. Tammy kept squirming against him for a few moments, milking her pussy off to the dregs. Then she slowed and eventually lay still, holding him tight to her lathered loins. The kids smiled at each other in shared satisfaction, mutual contentment. Bobby's well-drained balls were slack and spent and empty now, but his massive prick was still and hard as iron as it loomed up from her sodden crotch, twitching spasmodically and gleaming with their mingled goo.
Her slim, slick, nubile torso was so soaked with his spunk that Tammy looked like a glazed gingerbread girl, iced and frosted by congealing fuckjuice. Bobby's still-stiff cock and Tammy's flooded pussy looked even more delicious now that they were both juiced, coated with succulent cumcream. The steamy aroma of cuntjuice and jizz, all blended together, permeated the room and drifted to Brenda's nostrils. She breathed in and whimpered and panted. Then Bobby dismounted from the cum-drenched redhead and sank back along the couch.
Tammy wriggled up beside him and snuggled into his arms. They caressed each other lovingly and his cock began to lurch again. His youthful prick was already starting to renew its vigor. His cock had stayed hard, and now his balls were filling up with another load, expanding like balloons being blown up. Tammy put her hand on his cock, skimming gently up and down. As she pulled up, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his cock-knob, and as she pumped back down toward his balls, that huge purple slab flared out naked and glowing.
"Wanna cum again?" she asked, nuzzling his ear, a considerate girl -- eager to please -- within limits -- and willing to satisfy him with a handjob now that their simulated fucking was finished for the moment.
"Yeah, but jeez, Tammy! I can jack myself off! And doing it like we do -- not putting it in -- that's sort of like jackin' off, too, it's kid stuff!"
"We are kids," she said, looking sullen, sorry that he hadn't been as satisfied as she.
"But how soon can we fuck?"
"I told you before -- not until I'm older!"
"Well, damn it! I gotta get my cock up a cunt for real!" he moaned. Then, realizing that he had spoken in general terms, he corrected himself. "Your cunt, I mean!" But his first sentence had registered, and Tammy flared with hurt and indignation.
"Maybe you better find another girlfriend, then," she snapped. "Some slut that spreads for you!"
"Aw, I don't want another girl. It's just that I get so turned on and..." He hesitated, and a speculative look came into his eyes. His mother was hanging on every word. Bobby put his hand behind Tammy's head and pushed gently, urging her face down into his lap.
"Suck me off, then!" he hissed.
"Bobby!" she squealed, shocked.
"Come on, let me use your mouth for a cunt," he said, pushing with more urgency. But Tammy jerked away, her eyes flashing. "How disgusting!" she cried. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"
Bobby looked upset. And this was just too much for his mother to bear. Trembling, Brenda got to her feet. She was standing right before the window now, and she knew that they would see her.
But she wanted them to.
Chapter Seven
The kids didn't see the woman at the window for a moment because Bobby was trying to drag Tammy's head down into his groin and she was tugging away.
"Gotta get my cock in something hot and wet!" he groaned, humping it up and yanking her by the hair.
"I won't stop it, Bobby!" Tammy cried. She shook her head, trying to break free. As she did so, her face came around -- and she was looking tight at the window. Her mouth opened wide, but not for the purpose that Bobby had planned, and so did her eyes. She stared at Brenda in panic and alarm, her body going stiff. Puzzled, Bobby followed her line of sight -- and gasped, horrified, when he saw his mother looking in.
"Holy shit!" he wailed.
Brenda moved away from the window.
The terrified teenagers looked at each other. How long had she been there? How much had she seen? They gaped in dumb confusion. For a moment, they thought that she had gone away -- that the dreaded confrontation would at least be delayed. But then they heard the front door open and, a moment later, Brenda walked right into the room.
"Mom...! Oh, jeez!" Bobby whined.
There wasn't any way to get out of it. Even if she hadn't seen them doing anything, they were both stark naked together on the couch and, if anything, the woman would suppose that they had been more naughty than they actually had -- would think that they had been fucking. Still, she didn't look very angry.
"We-We didn't do anything, Mom!" he blurted out, blushing with guilt, wondering how in hell he could look innocent, naked with a hard-on -- and with his spunk congealed all up and down his girlfriend's bare body.
"We were just fooling around, Mrs. Harland," Tammy said, trying to hide her tits with her hands, and crossing her legs protectively over her crotch. "Honest!"
Brenda was trying to look a lot more stern than she felt as she stared at the naughty kids.
"I know exactly what you did -- and didn't do," she said. "I've been watching quite some time."
The teenagers didn't know if that was good or bad. She would know that they hadn't gone all the way, which was good -- but she would also have seen Bobby spurt his spunk all over Tammy's belly and tits, which wasn't so good. Brenda let them stew for a few minutes. Then she said, "Get dressed and go wait in the car, Bobby. I'll deal with you later. First I want to have a little chat with your naughty little friend."
Bobby jumped up instantly, glad that he was to get at least a temporary reprieve and hoping, not very gallantly, that his mom would vent most of her anger on Tammy before he had to face the music. His cock had lost most of its tension now, swinging in a heavy wad down his thighs. He gathered up his clothing and dressed hastily, jamming his meaty cock and balls painfully into his tight jeans. He shot Tammy a glance of pity and sympathy and then, still buttoning up his shirt, he fled from the room, grateful to get away.
He stumbled down the steps, looking for his mother's car, automatically about to follow her instructions. But before he came to the sidewalk, he paused. It had occurred to the distraught youth that it might be a good idea to listen and discover just how furious his mother was. He could judge how she was going to treat him by how she treated Tammy, he figured. If things looked too grim, he could always run away from home and join a circus, he thought. So he turned around and went back up on the porch and, just as his mother had before, moved over and sneaked a look in the window.
Tammy was cowered back on the couch warily. But the fact that Bobby's mom didn't seem awfully angry had registered on the girl and now, to her surprise, she saw that the woman had begun to smile. Brenda stepped over and sat on the edge of the couch, curled gracefully on one hip. Her face tilted down and she gazed at Tammy's spunk-frosted torso.
"Bobby cums an awful lot, doesn't he?" Brenda asked in almost a casual, conversational tone.
"Errrrr -- I guess so!" Tammy whimpered. She figured it was a good idea to profess her relative chastity. "I don't really know. Bobby's the only guy that I've ever fooled around with, so I got no way to judge. I don't really like to fool around, you know. I only do it on account of Bobby begs me to."
Bobby was deeply hurt at hearing that. But Brenda, knowing better, looked amused. Then the woman reached down and drew her fingertip up Tammy's belly, through the thickening spunk. She held her hand up, gazing at it.
"It's nice and thick and gooey, isn't it?" she sighed. "My son has lovely jizz!"
Tammy blinked, bemused, but unable to figure out where this conversation was heading or just what the woman's attitude was. If she wasn't angry, what was she?
Bobby, too, was puzzled as he peeked through the window and listened to his mother's unexpected words. And the words were getting more unexpected each time Brenda opened her mouth.
"You really should blow Bobby, you know, Tammy," she said. "You, don't know what you're missing."
Tammy gaped up at the remarkable woman, and Bobby, despite his dread of the recriminations and castigations he expected, was starting to get a hard prick again. Brenda, gazing meaningfully at the girl, brought her hand to her lips and licked her scummy finger.
"Ummm -- his cum is scrumptious!" she purred.
She pushed her finger into her lips and sucked noisily, watching Tammy's expression as she did so. It amused and excited her to see how the nubile little girl was reading it. Had she known that her son, too, was observing her provocative actions, she would have enjoyed it all the more, exhibitionist that she was. Both teenagers, from their different positions, had begun to realize that Bobby's mother was a strange woman -- and that whatever she felt, it wasn't anger.
They were greatly relieved, of course. And profoundly affected and intrigued. Brenda scooped up some more spunk in her palm. Holding her hand under her chin, she began to lap it up like a cat slurping from a bowl of cream.
"Yummy!" she moaned, letting a little of the stuff dribble down her chin and licking her chops in appreciation. "If you only knew how delicious my son's jizz is, you'd be sucking him off every chance you got!"
She fingered a glob from Tammy's bellybutton and held her hand out to the girl's face.
"Want to taste it?" she asked.
Tammy was so confused that she licked Brenda's sticky fingers without even thinking about it -- and despite her confusion, she had to admit that the woman was right as the succulence of fuckjuice registered on her taste buds. And if Bobby had been eager to sink his cock into her mouth before, the boy was positively frantic now as he watched his girlfriend take a taste of his cum -- and even more thrilled that his mother, too, had licked it up.
He reached down to his pulsating groin, automatically intending to jack off as he peeked. But then be snatched his hand away again. If his mother relished the taste of his spunk so much, he was wondering if the voluptuous woman would like to drink a load straight from the source. It was very naughty to even imagine getting a blowjob from his mom -- but it was all the more exciting simply because it was so taboo.
Yet the youth was bemused, as well. If his mom liked cum so much, why did she seem to be fondling Tammy's feminine form with such pleasure? He knew that his mom wasn't a lesbian. He was living proof of that. And in the innocence and inexperience of his tender years, he had no idea that even the most normal, heterosexual lady can also be a cuntlapper. But he was about to find that out.
Brenda was feeling Tammy's tits, working the gooey jizz into the mounds and gently pulling at the swollen pink tips. Tammy looked stunned and incredulous. But she was making no protest. Like Bobby, the girl didn't understand about bisexuality, and it confused her to find that the touch of a sexy woman's hands was every bit as pleasant as a boy's.
"You have a lovely body!" Brenda sighed.
"Why-why are you..."
Brenda smiled at the teenager's confusion. The seduction of innocence was always a thrill.
The wanton woman bent down and began to suck on the girl's nipples, mouthing one and then the other. Tammy gasped in shock -- but arched and thrust her delectable tits up, loving the sensation. Nursing on the explosive nubbins, Brenda slid her hand down Tammy's flat tummy. She rested her palm on the girl's cunt mound and her fingers dipped into her crotch. Tammy shuddered. Brenda stroked her pussy and cunt.
"Your cunt is so hot and wet, Tammy!" Brenda gasped, mouthing the words on the girl's tits. She tilted her wrist and slipped her middle finger up into the slippery hole, frigging gently in and out.
Tammy's ass hiked up and she heaved her loins around. She didn't know why a woman's caress felt so wonderful -- but it did. Brenda raised her head from the teenager's tits and gazed down at her groin. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips slack and parted, the tip of her tongue showing. She was panting like a bitch in heat.
She leaned down again, running her tongue up Tammy's tummy like a scoop. She lapped up all the spilled spunk and replaced it with her slobber. Tammy's legs parted wider -- as if the innocent girl had guessed what was coming.
"I know that you don't suck my son's cock, Tammy," Brenda whispered. "But does he lick your cunt?"
"N-no!" Tammy groaned.
"Has anyone ever done that for you? Hmmmmm? Have you ever had a hot tongue up your cunt?"
Wide-eyed, Tammy shook her head.
Brenda whimpered at the prospect of a cherry pussy, her tongue starting to steam. She shifted lower down the couch. Placing a hand on each of Tammy's knees, she gently spread the redhead's legs wider apart. Tammy offered no resistance. She looked stunned but fascinated. Like every sexy young lady, she had often had heated fantasies about getting her cunt eaten out, but those daydreams had always featured a boy or man. The idea of having a woman go down on her was startling -- and yet, in a way, even more intriguing. Things were always more exciting when they were naughty. Brenda was gazing at Tammy's cunt hungrily. Then she glanced up at the girl's pretty face.
"You know what I want to do, don't you?" she huskily whispered.
"I-I guess so."
"Do you want me to?"
"If-if you wanna!" Tammy gasped.
"Say it, darling -- say what you want," Brenda said, teasing Tammy now -- teasing Tammy's cunt and her own tongue by the delay.
Tammy took a deep breath. Then she smiled as all of her doubts fled.
"Suck my cunt, Mrs. Harland," she said. And as he watched, Bobby wondered what on earth his father would think if he knew.
But Daddy had secrets of his own.
Chapter Eight
Cathy opened her father's pants slowly, enjoying the anticipation of releasing his prick. She had often dreamed about this moment -- both fantastically detailed daydreams while she frigged herself off and night dreams that got wet on their own. Cathy dearly loved a mouthful of cock and a drink of cum, as a lot of lucky young men could testify, and she was intrigued by the prospect of her daddy's cock and the forbidden fruit of his hot, thick fuckjuice.
She drew his zipper down inch by inch and the front of his pants opened in a wide vee. The outline of his swollen cock and bloated balls bulged in his tight cotton briefs. Packed in the white fabric, clearly contoured, his prick looked like an alabaster carving of a prick.
Where his cockhead loomed out, the cotton was damp and sticky with his seepage. Cathy figured that she was getting down to work just in time. A lot of preliminary goo had spilled out already, and it would have been a terrible shame if he had cum in his pants instead of her mouth. She blew on his groin, making the outline of his cock flare and buck. The elastic waistband of his shorts was being dragged out from his flat stomach. The sticky patch where his cock-knob bulged out got larger.
Flicking her tongue out, the teenager licked his cockhead through his shorts. He groaned and she purred. Even with the damp cotton sheathing it, her father's cock was a tasty hunk of meat. His pre-cum, seeping through the material, was whetting her appetite. Cathy tucked her fingers under the elastic and pulled his briefs out wide of his sex tackle. She yanked them down, baring cock and balls, exposing all of that succulent, meaty feast to her frenzied gaze.
John had no hesitation about jerking his loins out and thrusting his prick toward his daughter's willing face. He had sucked her cunt already, and this was only the second half of the same sin. But Cathy only looked at his cock for a few moments, relishing the sight before she got down to savoring the flavor.
Her father's cock was the biggest that the promiscuous little tramp had ever come across, and his balls were as full as any she had encountered. It had been a good idea to leave his cock alone while he sucked her tits and cunt, she figured. It had given him time to build up a really abundant load of sweet spunk. His cockhead was glowing like an incandescent light bulb, his stalk was like a neon tube. His hairy balls pulsed in and out, and more goo oozed from his pisshole, clinging to the purple slab, as thick as condensed milk.
He stroked her cheek and jaw line as he held his prick angled out toward her lips. He stared down through hooded eyes, fascinated by the sight of his little girl's lovely face poised over his prick. Her expression was one of hunger, her mouth working even before she had begun to feed. John knew that his daughter was going to be a lovely cocksucker, skilled and enthusiastic, her mouth magic on his prick. Her tongue danced from her lips. She gazed up at his face through fluttering eyelashes as if to make sure that it was really her father standing over her, shoving his cock, but toward her mouth. Then she dropped her gaze onto that meaty masterpiece again.
"Ummmm -- your cock looks delicious, Daddy!" the wanton little girl sighed.
She was drooling so heavily that her mouth was full of saliva and it was spilling from her parted lips. It felt as if he had already shot his load in her mouth -- except that no saliva was as tasty as turn.
"Lick my cock, baby."
John was afraid that if she didn't get on with it, he was going to just hose her face, spraying his spunk out before she had her lips on him -- and worried, too, that his wife might get home before they had finished. Of course, he didn't have to worry about that, since Brenda was having a snack of her own. Cathy whimpered, loving to hear her daddy asking her for what she longed to give him. She had seduced him to begin with, but now he was joining in with equal enthusiasm. Even before she had milked him off this first time, the girl was looking forward to blowing him a lot from now on -- a drink a day from Daddy's prick!
If she had known that her mom was so inclined, she would have thought about cuntlapping as well. Cathy was a lot like her mother in her inclinations. She tilted her head and ducked in, flicking her tongue against his slimy, slick, succulent cock. She took a single lick and drew back to savor it on her taste buds. His cockmeat was scrumptious, his pre-cum delectable. Cathy loved everything about it, the taste and the texture and the tantalizing aroma.
She bobbed in again and laved her nimble lapper all over his bulging knob, slurping up the creamy seepage and slobbering on the hot slab. His cock was so hot that her saliva was steaming from it. She pushed her pretty face in and nuzzled his balls. She licked and kissed and sucked on his balls as his long prick jutted up along her cheek. Ball-meat had a distinctive flavor, making a lovely side dish for cock. She could feel his jizz slosh inside the heavy bags. John swayed and humped, driving his prick up and down along her cheek as she mouthed his balls.
Then Cathy turned her face and fitted her parted lips to the underside of his cockshaft, where the thick vein was throbbing. He humped, and she slid her mouth up and down, playing his prick like a meaty mouth organ. Pre-jizz washed down his cock, and she sucked it up from his stalk. His iron-hard prick was humming like a vibrator in his lips. His cock-knob came looming up and his balls rolled into her face. Cathy was truly enjoying this foreplay, but she knew he was liable to unload at any time and figured that it was time for some conclusive sucking.
If he shot off before he was in her mouth, she would have had to lap it up from the floor -- because she was not about to waste a single precious drop. Now that she had managed to get a mouthful of fatherly fuckjuice, cum-starved Cathy wasn't going to spill any. She pulled her lips up his throbbing cock again, and this time she turned her head as she came to the knob. She kissed and licked at his flowing cleft, then parted her lips and sucked his cockhead in.
"Ahhhh!" John sighed, finding out that his daughter sucked even better than she licked. He stared down in awe. Her lips were turned outward, collaring his shaft just below the cock-knob. Her cheeks indented as she sucked and puffed out as she blew.
"Ummmnun -- ummmlfl!" she moaned.
She laid her lapper against the underside of his flaring cock-knob and nursed on that tasty slab for a while, coaxing more pre-cum from his pisshole. Her tongue was soaking the goo up like a sponge. John began to fuck deeper into her mouth. Cathy flailed her tongue against his cock as it sank in, and her lips pulled as he withdrew, dragging outward on the thick prick. His prick seemed to be pulling her mouth inside out as he yanked it back.
"Baby! Baby!" he moaned.
"Daddy -- Daddy!" she sighed on his cock.
He fucked farther into her face. His cockhead rammed back into her gullet, tilting her blonde head back and making her gurgle.
"Unghhh -- ulpffff!" She gulped as she swallowed his cock-knob down her gorge.
Then she purred as he drew back and she nursed through every sweet inch. His meat hissed through her lips and over her dancing tongue as he fucked steadily into her mouth. He was sinking in all the way now. His prick vanished in her facial fuckhole and his balls rolled up to her lips.
"Ummmm -- fuck my face, Daddy!" she whimpered onto his cock.
He plunged in, cutting off her words. Then he pulled out again.
"Use my mouth for a cunt, Daddy! Cum down my fucking throat!"
His little girl's wanton words enflamed the man almost as much as the feel of the sweet mouth that was uttering those sexy syllables. He held her face between his open hands and fucked her mouth with urgency. Pre-cum was pouring out as thick as glue now.
"Jizz me, Daddy -- unghhhh -- slime in my mouth -- urghhhh -- paint my palate white, Daddy!" she whined, speaking on the backstroke and gulping as he fucked in.
Her head jumped down and she swallowed to the root of his prick. Her lips were plastered to the hairy hilt, her chin jammed to his balls, her cute little nose nestling in his wiry pubic thicket. The teenager was in a feeding frenzy now, going suck crazy on his cock. He held her head in his hands, and she held him by his jerking hips, bobbing up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. Going down, she seemed to want to swallow him balls and all in her greed. His prick swelled enormously, filling her face. "Gonna cum, kid!" he gasped.
"Yeah! Yeah, juice me, feed it to me, Daddy! I'm hungry for your slime!"
As he plunged in, his balls exploded violently. His cockshaft rippled as hot jizz came spurting up through his cock the first huge dose shot straight down Cathy's throat. She gurgled and gulped and gargled as she swallowed his sweet goo. John yanked back, and his prick sprayed another stream out on the recoil. The thick spunk swirled over her tongue and skimmed back to her gullet. He kept on pumping, shooting off on every stroke. He hosed her throat and painted her palate. Cathy was gulping the stuff down as fast as she could, but his load was overwhelming. Cum dribbled from her lips and slid down her chin.
She was gasping and gulping in a frenzy, drinking from his foaming prick in a rapture. Juice shot into her cheeks and sloshed through her teeth. Her tongue was floating like a pliable raft in a swamp. She had already had a bellyful, but Cathy was insatiable in her lust, ravenous, in her greed.
"More, Daddy -- more!" she wailed. And Daddy delivered more. His cock was like a fat pipeline connecting the reservoir of his balls to his hungry little girl's gullet, steadily pumping the hot spunk up the tube and down her throat. Her mouth was drenched, filling up again each time she swallowed a mouthful. She could feel the thick slime sloshing around in her belly. At long last, he began to flag. A final spurt hit the arched roof of her mouth and John slowed down, no longer spraying the spunk out. Cathy kept on sucking, milking out the dregs.
He stopped thrusting, but her head continued to jump up and down as she coaxed out every last drop from his prick. She was so full of fuckjuice that she felt as if she were inflated. Yet she was sorry it was over. Drinking from her daddy's cock was like a Thanksgiving dinner; you kept on gorging after you were stuffed. Cathy kept his prick in her mouth. It was still fat and firm and succulent, softened only slightly. She stared down his cockshaft and saw that his balls were slack but not totally deflated. She whimpered at the promising sight. John stood before her, his legs weak and his body swaying around on the end of his cock as if his cock had been nailed to her face by the hard spike.
After a while, he pulled her mouth off him. His prick jutted straight out, parallel with the floor. Cathy tongued the tip. John groaned and his prick began to snap up in a series of sharp jolts until once again it was standing tall before his torso. His potent balls were starting to balloon as another load seeped into them. Cathy used her nimble tongue to slurp up all the stray spunk that had escaped her lips. She tongued it up from the lower segment of his cockshaft and licked errant nuggets from his balls. Then she sucked his cockhead back into her lips and polished it to a luster. When she drew away again, it was gleaming like a purple gemstone.
"I love sucking you off, Daddy!" she panted. She stuck her tongue out, letting him see the filmy residue of spunk coating her mouth.
"You have a sweet mouth, baby," he said, making her smile happily by the compliment.
"Only -- drinking your jizz makes my pussy awful hot, Daddy," she said.
Obviously he had to do something about that. And once again, he hoped that his wife -- her mother -- did not return before they were finished.
And once again, he needn't have worried.
Chapter Nine
Brenda licked up and down the insides of Tammy's slim, slick thighs and lapped up the creases where her legs joined her pelvis. Her nose brushed the girl's swollen clit and she breathed in the fragrance. Tammy's cunt was like a delicacy slathered with cream sauce and served piping hot on a hairy tray. The sight and the scent made Brenda's tongue simmer. She used the tips of her fingers to spread the girl's cunt-slot open wide, exposing the darker inner folds. Then she ducked down and dove on the sweet snack.
Tammy jerked as if she had been shot through with a high-voltage current, electrified by the sensation. She arched her slim back and began to grind her cunt on Brenda's buried face.
"Oh-ohhhh!" she wailed, all of her restraint ebbing away, abandoned to dark desire. Her innocence was lost in an instant. With a touch of the tongue, Brenda had transformed the virgin into a slut.
"Lick me -- eat me -- suck me!" the teenager moaned, mopping her cunt on Brenda's mouth in a frenzy, her juices flowing lavishly.
Brenda was delighted by the response. But it seemed as if the girl was going to cream off immediately, and the hungry cuntlapper didn't want that. She wanted to linger over the meal for a while before she gulped down the dessert. She shifted up, licking up Tammy's tummy and sucking on her tits some more. But now that she knew the joy of a tongue in her cunt, Tammy was avid for more. Titty-sucking felt good, but not nearly as good as cuntlapping.
"Go down on me!" she squealed.
Brenda worked back down Tammy's belly, spending some time in her flaming cuntbush. Then she dipped into her crotch, her chin on the couch. She wallowed in that steamy grotto, flailing and whisking her tongue in, churning and stirring and stabbing the girl's cunt. Her face turned from side to side as her tongue shot out. Cuntjuice bubbled past her lips, and more of the milky dew spilled down Tammy's groin and soaked into the crack of her ass. Brenda ducked down and used her tongue to gather the seepage from the musky crack. Her hands cupped Tammy under the ass and she hiked her up higher. Tammy bridged sinuously, arching her body high.
Brenda licked out the crack of her ass and, jamming her head in under the slender girl's quivering haunches, began to rim out her shithole. Tammy squealed as she felt a hot tongue stab into her shitter, and Brenda moaned with pleasure as she reamed away. The virgin girl's asshole was damned near as flavorsome as her fuckhole. The woman savored the anal appetizer for awhile, then slid back into Tammy's crotch. Her tongue danced in the girl's cunt, then shot up her pussy as far as it could reach. Her lips clamped to Tammy's gash, Brenda began to suck pussyjuice out hungrily.
The flow was getting hotter and richer as Tammy surged toward the peak. Her cunt was so sodden that Brenda's tongue was splashing and slashing as it slithered in. Realizing that there was no way to prolong the feast, Brenda began to suck with great determination.
"Cunt cum, cum!"
"Cummin!! Oh, drink me, Mrs. Harland -- suck my cunt to jelly! Suck my guts out!"
The girl's cuntjuice gushed out, slimy and steaming hot. Brenda's mouth filled up. She swallowed, then sucked more from the brimming goblet of Tammy's pussy. Her whole face was awash with girl-goo as she wallowed so blissfully in that creamy cunt. Tammy jerked convulsively as the fiery waves sped through her limber loins.
Brenda's mouth was driving the little virgin wild. The woman's tongue and suctions-cup lips were making Tammy cream again and again, swirling through a sustained cumming. Tammy cried out at the highest crest. Brenda was lunching lavishly in those teenaged loins, loving the cherry cuntjuice that was pouring so plentifully over her tongue and into her mouth.
Tammy clung to the crest for a long time, then sank down with a sigh and a smile.
Brenda kept on sucking, making sure the girl was finished. Then she used her tongue to lap up the overflow. When she finally raised her head from the redhead's groin, her jaws were dripping.
"Nice?" she whispered.
"Ohhhhh, it was wonderful, Mrs. Harland, I'm just crazy for your mouth!"
"We'll have to get together often, Tammy. I love to eat pussy -- and your cunt is the loveliest I've ever sucked," she said, both to please the girl -- and also because it was true. Tammy was the same age as her own sexy daughter. It made Brenda wonder what Cathy's cunt tasted like? And, of course, she was still eager to discover what her son's cockmeat was like, too. Now that she had satisfied her hunger for cunt, the insatiable woman was looking ahead to seducing the boy who she believed was waiting in her car.
But in Tammy, she had created a Frankenstein monster, as she was about to find out. Brenda started to move away.
"Don't go!" Tammy squealed.
"I thought you'd finished," Brenda said.
"Oh, I did. But..." The teenager gave the lady a lustful and meaningful look. "But I wanna cum again. Suck me off once more before you go -- please?"
Brenda smiled, pleased at having turned the girl into a raving nympho with her talented tongue. And the prospect of tasting her pussy again was certainly pleasant. It even seemed to be an obligation. She had introduced Tammy to tongue-fucking, so she had a duty to give her all she wanted. She buried her face between Tammy's shapely thighs and commenced to dine again. Before, Brenda had tried to delay the climax for a while, enjoying a lovely lot of licking before she drank the results. But now, enthusiastic about giving her son a blowjob, she was working immediately toward another crest.
But Tammy, having already creamed once, was taking her time about it, wanting to grind her cunt on Brenda's face for ages before she juiced off.
Brenda, enjoying it, to be sure, could only hope that Bobby would still be waiting in the car by the time she had melted Tammy's pussy again.
But Bobby had never gone to the car. Bobby was having trouble getting a good look at all the juicy details now. For one thing, the window had become steamed up from his panting breath, and for another, his mother had her face buried so completely that he couldn't see much but the back of her head, framed between Tammy's wide flung thighs.
Hearing all the juicy slurping that was going on in his girlfriend's groin without being able to see tongue or cunt was driving the lad wild. He had a strong urge to go back into the house and bend right over them, getting a ringside seat at this second fascinating suck session. He hesitated. She was, after all, his mother, and his indecision was quite understandable.
But his lust exceeded his doubts. After all, it was his mom who was being so naughty. If anyone had to feel ashamed or embarrassed, it was her. Too, he had seen her licking up his spilled spunk, and all sorts of possibilities occurred to him. Bobby had never had a blowjob. His virgin girlfriend wouldn't dive on his prick. Would his mother?
Trembling with the thrill of depravity, Bobby walked determinedly back into the house. With her face buried in wet cunt, Brenda didn't notice when her son came marching in and walked right up to the couch, his eyes glued to her head. Tammy's eyes were closed in bliss and she, too, failed to realize that they had an audience. But then, wanting to look down and see that enthusiastic head wallowing in her groin, the girl opened her eyes.
"Oh!" she gasped, seeing that her boyfriend was standing beside the couch.
She blushed, looking sheepish. But Bobby gave her a big grin and a wink, and she realized that he didn't mind that his mom was a cuntlapper.
Tammy smiled back at him. Then Brenda came up for air. When she saw Bobby leaning over her, she gave a little cry of alarm. But he looked anything but scandalized. He was radiant with lust, and the front of his pants looked ready to burst. She had intended to seduce him, anyhow. His timely arrival had only simplified the seduction, getting everything out in the open. She turned toward him, opening her mouth in an oval and forming a fuckhole with her lips.
"Finish me first!" Tammy wailed. Brenda dove on her pussy again, in no hurry now that her son had joined them, enjoying hot pussy even more now that she knew it was only the first course.
And her son took his cock and balls out as he waited his turn in his mother's mouth.
Chapter Ten
John figured that it was his turn to suck again, and that he and his daughter were just going to give each other head again. He knelt between her thighs and began to eat her out. But Cathy was a girl who liked variety. Wonderful as her daddy's mouth was, she was eager for further experiences. She lifted one knee, then spun around, turning onto her belly in the chair.
John dove in again, still mouthing her cunt, with his forehead cushioned on the cheeks of her ass now. He was eating her out doggy-style.
"Do my asshole, too, Daddy!" she whined, remembering how pleasant that felt.
John ran his flattened tongue up through the musky crack of her ass, then began to work on her asshole again. He tongue-fucked up her shitchute as his lips sucked on the tight little slot. He dipped down and gave her cunt a slurp, then slid up to rim out her shitter some more, making a banquet of her body, savoring flavorsome asshole and delectable cunt in turn. His tongue danced and darted, his lips nursed and sucked as he snacked on shitter and nibbled on pussy.
Her ass heaved and churned. She was waiting, knowing that her father must be getting hornier by the moment as he fed on her loins. The longer he ate, the more he would need to get his prick emptied again. She heard him whimper in her asshole and knew that his prick must be thundering with neglect.
"Daddy?" she moaned.
"Ummmmpffff?" he mumbled in her asshole.
"Why don't you shove your prick up my ass, Daddy?" she whimpered wantonly. John gasped at her words. Anticipating possible reluctance, the naughty teenager had it all reasoned out logically.
"It's just like a blowjob, Daddy. It all goes in my belly, but from the other end!"
It made sense to John. But he needed little persuasion. Cathy's trim little asshole was sucking so delightfully on his probing tongue that he could just imagine what wonders it would work on his prick. So it wasn't difficult for the man to easily convince himself that ass-reaming was no more naughty than blowing, only a sort of suck in reverse, and not really incest, like shoving it up her cunt.
He slurped away for another moment, getting her tight little brown asshole nice and juicy. His cock was already slick with Cathy's drool, and now it was lubricating itself by oozing out more pre-cum. He knelt upright behind her and gripped her firmly by the love handles of her hipbones. She was wriggling in happy expectation. She would have rather had her daddy's big cock fucking her cunthole because, unlike him, Cathy had no reservations about going all the way with her father. But she knew that it would be easier to work around to the ultimate incest by slow degrees, building up act by act.
He had eaten her pussy, she had sucked his prick off, now he was about to ass fuck her -- and the clever little minx could forecast the logical progression.
She squirmed her ass back and her father guided his cockhead between the cheeks of her shapely ass, stroking up and down as if honing a blade. She moaned as his flaring prick-knob slid across her sensitive asshole. Then he levered his stiff prick down so that the cock-knob was aimed right into her shithole, instead of caressing across it as it dipped up and down.
His hands shifted from her hips and he pulled the cheeks of her ass open, staring down, seeing his fat prickhead lodged in her tiny shitter. The meaty wedge looked much too big to fit into the narrow hole. But Cathy had no doubts about her ability to accommodate an assfull of prick.
"Ram it up me, Daddy!" she whined.
John began to fuck into her asshole, his own ass jerking as he thrust in deeper. Her shitter fluttered and rippled, opening to accept his cock. With a sudden slurp, John's throbbing cockhead vanished.
"Ahhhh!" Cathy sighed, wriggling on his prick like a fish on a hook. "Give me all of it! Stuff it up me, Daddy, fuck my ass off!"
He had no doubts that it was going to fit now. His knob was the biggest part of his prick, and if the head would sink in, his prickshaft would soon follow.
Shifting his grip to her hipbones again, he started to fuck into her shitchute. His cockhead spread her tunnel, opening her snug asshole for his long, hard shaft. She jerked her haunches around, shoving back and helping him fuck deeper up her ass.
He paused with half of his cock buried in her and the lower part sticking out like a bridge between his balls and her asshole. Her guts kept sucking his cock deeper, as if she was digesting him in reverse. He saw that assfucking the girl really was a lot like fucking her in the mouth as she greedily gorged cm his reamer. He thrust out again, and this time he buried his prick all the way, plunging in to the hilt, his balls jammed down in her crotch. Se held his cock buried as her shitchute pulled and dragged delightfully, while her fuck-slot spilled juice out onto his balls.
Cathy reached back between her thighs and cupped his balls, fondling the solid sac and rubbing them into her gooey pussy. The girl was in heaven, stuffed to the core and adoring it. Her daddy's cockhead was smoldering away in the depths of her bowels and his long, vibrant prickshaft was pumping like a lever up her tight shitter. She thought that her hipbones might jump out of their sockets, that his cockhead was so far up her digestive tract that it must be splashing around in the cum load she had swallowed before. He held it stuffed in, savoring the sensation of having every inch of his prick enveloped in his little girl's ass and letting her enjoy the thrill of having her guts filled to the brim.
Cathy began to move first. She pulled her stole up and down, buggering herself on a few inches of his cock, then John felt into the tempo with her. He fucked up her ass as she jolted back, withdrew as she squirmed forward. As his thick cock emerged, it dragged her asshole out, as if pulling her apart. He fucked in harder and faster, his balls swinging and splashing in her cunt.
"Unghhhh!" the girl grunted as he fed her a bone-rattling thrust.
She damned near expected his cockhead to come out of her panting mouth, so deep did it seem to be driving up her ass. Her ass was weaving in a spiral as she fucked herself down on his cock. The meat hissed in steadily. It hurt just a little, but that faint pain only served to emphasize the thrill, to embellish the pleasure.
Her clit was exploding and her cunt was creaming. She grabbed his balls again, mopping them into her cunt and soaking them with the seepage. Then she slid three fingers into her fuckhole, sinking in knuckle deep. She began to fingerfuck her cunt as he packed the fudge up her asshole.
She could feel his huge cock plowing in like a locomotive, throbbing against her fingers as she probed her pussy. The slender membrane that divided her cunt and asshole was vibrating, as if it were going to dissolve, turning shitchute and cunt into one big fuckhole. She began to pull on her cunt.
"Shoot, Daddy, fill my ass!"
John fucked in violently, tilting her haunches up as he gorged her guts. His prick was expanding in her shitter and his balls were enormous as they slapped into her steaming cunt. He threw his head and shoulders back, howling like a wolf. His cock rammed in and his balls blew as they whipped into her cunt. She felt his cockshaft lurch, and a split second later, she was wailing in ecstasy as she felt the hot enema of his jizz shoot into her bowels. She creamed off on her hand and on his balls as he fucked in and out, draining his spunk off steadily into his daughter's ass. Her bowels were soaking his slime up and her shitchute kept sucking for more, working like a wringer on his prick.
A last squirt sprayed into her as her father fucked, gasping. He stopped fucking and clung over her sweet haunches, still jammed up her tiny asshole, as if he were hung up on his own sex hook. Cathy kept on fucking on his cock, moving more fluidly now that her shitter was slippery with his shine. His cock softened slightly in her guts. His balls were loose and empty in her groin. But she could feel his cock ripple promisingly, and as she held his balls cupped to her melting pussy, they began to immediately recharge themselves with more fatherly fuckjuice. Cathy was delighted.
She had a bellyful and a bowel-full of his spunk now -- and there was only one logical place to receive his third steaming load.
Chapter Eleven
Brenda was munching away on Tammy's cunt, enjoying the creamy delicacy all the more now that her son was kneeling beside her, watching in fascination -- and waiting to fill her hungry mouth, in turn. The woman had her eyes on Bobby's cock and balls as she ate his girlfriend's cunt, just as a diner with a sweet tooth might be watching the waiting dessert while gobbling down the first course of the meal. Eating pussy, always pleasant, was a lot more thrilling now that she was performing for an audience. Instead of clamping her mouth firmly on Tammy's cunt, Brenda was doing a lot of tongue-work so that her son could see all the details of the action. She lapped and slurped, spooning out goo from his girlfriend's groin, letting Bobby get a good look at all of her oral action.
Tammy had her mouth open, panting.
Bobby had no doubts now that if he were to shove his prick in the girl's face, she was ready to do some cocksucking without protest. But that prospect no longer seemed to be so appealing. He had begged her for a blowjob and she had turned him down -- and now the selfish bitch could go hungry, for all he cared -- with his own mother's mouth soon becoming available. There was no doubt of that at all. As she tongue-fucked Tammy, his mother was eyeing him ravenously.
Tammy jerked spasmodically. Her pussyjuice came out so lavishly it looked as if she had spilled a milkshake in her lap -- and in Brenda's face. Brenda spooned the cuntjuice out, then slapped her lips on the girl's pussy, gulping like a fish as she swallowed it down. She sucked Tammy off to the dregs, then used her tongue to slurp up the spillage until, satisfied that there was no more to drink from the virgin's pussy, she raised her head. Still crouched between Tammy's trembling thighs, Brenda turned her radiant face toward her son. Bobby was holding his enormous balls in the palm of his left hand. His right hand was clenched around the thick hilt of his cockshaft, so that the massive, heavy-slabbed prick stuck out like a hammer from his fist.
While he had been watching his mom eating Tammy's pussy, the potent youth had become tremendously excited. Foaming fuckjuice was pouring from his pisshole in a lavish torrent, so much seepage sliming his purple cock-knob that it looked as if he'd cum. But he still had that bliss ahead of him -- as did his hungry mother.
Her son's cockhead was throbbing and dribbling so much that Brenda knew from experience that he was going to get his rocks off fast and that she wouldn't have time to give him a long, lingering blowjob. But that didn't bother her at all. Brenda knew that once he had started sucking her son off, it was the sort of thing that was certain to become a daily occurrence, as regular as lunch, and that she would have plenty of time to work on variations.
At the moment, the cum-starved lady was only interested in her first-ever drink from her teenaged son's gigantic cock and swollen balls. She formed an oval of her lips, turning her mouth into a drooling fuckhole.
"Fuck my face, Bobby!" she moaned.
Bobby jerked his loins out and rammed the head of his prick into his mother's eager mouth.
Tammy stared at them in amazement. The virgin had been incredulous enough to discover that Bobby's mother was a cuntlapper and to find out how much she loved having a woman go down on her. She was even more astounded to see Bobby fucking his mom in the mouth.
But she was jealous, as well. Why had she ever been foolish enough to refuse him a blowjob? She would certainly never make that mistake again. Only his mom seemed so greedy that Tammy wasn't sure if her boyfriend would have a drop left for her -- either today or in his well-sucked future. Then she grinned lasciviously, no longer an innocent and naive young lady -- still cherry, but depraved and willing. If she got hungry, she was thinking, she could always eat out Mrs. Harland's cunt.
Brenda's main concern now was milking Bobby off, and his need was the same. Knowing he would be in his mom's mouth all the time from now own, the desperate youth could only think about draining off his tormented balls now. He had stuck half of his prick in her mouth, and Brenda was sucking on that sweet virgin meat. His hand was still holding the hilt of his cockshaft. Now he began to jack himself off into her mouth. His fist pulled up and bumped against her lips, then pumped back to his balls, making his gigantic cockhead flare savagely in her facial fuckhole. His pre-cum was soaking into her tongue, driving her wild with the taste and the texture and the dark knowledge that it was incest oil slathering her lapper.
Under the double stimulation of his mother's mouth and his own pounding fist, Bobby began to soar toward the crest instantly. More preliminary jizz seeped out, making Brenda whimper for the full load. Her blonde head wound around, twisting and turning in a cocksucker's frenzy, milking on his prick and digesting the goo that was pouting out. His hand skimmed like lightening up and down his lower cockshaft, and his balls swelled as if he were blowing them with a pump.
"Cream for Mommy!" Brenda moaned. "Shoot your slime in Mommy's face!"
"Here it cums, Mom -- drink it!" he cried. Her son's cock went off like a fire extinguisher in her fiery mouth, great blankets of foam coating her tongue, jizz jetting into her cheeks and creamy cascades sloshing down her gulping gullet.
Bobby was cumming a tremendous amount, but he was so overheated and overloaded that it all came out at once. Instead of squirting out in a series of separate spurts, his cum all came out in a slimy stream, an unbroken rope of spunk running from his balls, up his throbbing cock and gushing out into Brenda's maternal mouth.
Brenda sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. All jizz was precious, but drinking the cherry load from her son's virgin prick was the most wonderful experience that the woman had ever known. Bobby frigged away and the creamy coil just kept on unwinding from his pisshole and his mom kept gulping it down in a cum-drinker's rapture. The end of the spunk cable whipped from his cockhead and he stopped squirting. His fist slowed down.
Brenda kept on nursing, coaxing out a few last dribbles. The dregs came out like the frayed end of that slime rope. Shuddering in the aftermath, feeling as if he'd shot his blood and bones and brains out, Bobby swayed, then toppled over backward on the couch. His prick pulled from Brenda's mouth, glossy with her saliva, but without a single streak of spunk on his meat. Every little drop of his load was already in her belly. She smiled lovingly at him, grateful for the scrumptious meal he had fed her. He grinned back, panting heavily. But despite the huge load of fuckjuice he had pumped into her face, his cock was still standing up like a rock-hard tower from his loins.
Bending down, she licked his cock-knob, making sure that it was still hard as a pillar of stone, it jerked and jolted and surged on her tongue.
But his lovely prick was still cherry. Bobby had finally gotten the blowjob for which he had been yearning, but he had still never had his prick stuck up a cunthole. And his mother had sucked cunt and cock, not to mention trigging a shoe salesman off with her feet, so naturally her fuckhole was desperate.
The connection was obvious. And poor Tammy still had to do without -- which damned well served her right!
Chapter Twelve
John pulled his prick out of his daughter's asshole as it had gone in, inch by inch. She sprawled across the chair, wriggling, her shitchute clinging tightly to the emerging prickmeat. His fat cock-knob stuck in her shitter for a moment, then came snapping free. His cock bobbed up and down like a horizontal pendulum, weighted on the end by the bulb of his heavy purple cockhead.
Her asshole gaped open, retaining the shape of his thick prick. Cum bubbled from the snug slot and dribbled on down the cleft, seeping into her crotch and joining the pearly stream coursing from her cunt. Cathy turned her head and looked back over her shoulder. Her father was hunkered back on his heels now, his cock at half-mast. It was no longer iron hard, it had turned, to the texture of firm rubber, but it was still huge and shapely and succulent-looking.
Cathy twisted around and sucked his prick noisily with her lips, slurping and panting. The delectable cockmeat was even tastier now that he had had it up her shitchute, and she savored it, polishing it until his cock was glistening, getting a kinky kick out of tasting her own shit on her father's cock. Her mouth magically turned the rubbery cock to rigid iron again. She blew down his prick, and his balls inflated.
John figured he was going to get sucked off again, and began to thrust in and out of the oval collar of her adorable lips, his balls swinging and swelling. But as soon as she had nursed him up to a full hard-on again, Cathy pulled her mouth off him, gave his knob a loving kiss and turned facedown in the chair again.
Her mouthing had done the job that she intended and her father was hot to spunk off again. With her sweet ass hiked up before him, he assumed that his little girl wanted another load up her asshole. He shuffled in on his knees and fitted his cockhead back in her puckered shitter. But when he began to fuck it up her ass, the girl reached back between her legs and grasped the hilt of his cock. She levered it down into her groin. His ass jerked up on the far end of his hard-on and his cockhead nudged into her pussy.
John stared down, knowing it would be wicked to fuck his teenaged daughter up her cunt, yet trembling at the prospect of breaking the ultimate taboo. Cathy tilted her wrist, shifting his prick up and down and using the fat cock-knob like a whisk in her pussy. Her cuntlips were sucking on the slick slab as if her cunt was trying to swallow his prick.
"Cathy, baby..." he croaked.
"Fuck me for real now, Daddy!" the girl moaned. "Fuck me like a doggy!"
He hesitated -- not for very long, however. He had already fucked the teenager in her mouth and her ass, and it couldn't be much more naughty to throw a proper fuck into her cunt -- and she certainly seemed to need it. Her greedy pussy was pulling his prick in like a void filling itself. John braced his knees on the floor and tightened his ass. He grabbed her hips and lunged, driving every blessed inch of his cock up into her cunthole on the first violent thrust.
She gasped and he groaned. He held his prick balls-deep up his daughter's seething pussy, and her inner muscles began to ripple and flutter. Her cunt clung to the contours of his cock, clamping around him so firmly that the girl's pussy seemed as tight and as trim as her shithole.
John had to tug back hard to drag his cock out against the suction of her cunt. He began to hammer into her, and Cathy met him in counterpoint, slamming her ass back as he stuffed her pussy and rolling her hips around as he drew back from her steaming cunt. He fucked in, pounding a fierce doggy-fuck into her pussy. Her ass heaved up as he fucked her, and her knees bounced on the carpet. His belly slapped her ass and his balls whacked solidly into her clit.
He dipped at the knees and fed her a long stroke that drove every inch of his cockshaft across her pulsing clit. Then he hiked up higher and plunged into her from above. Her ass spun as he fucked steadily into the grotto of her groin, filling her fuckhole to the very brim. Cathy wailed and gasped in ecstasy. Her father's huge prick was coring her cunt like an apple, the prick-knob sunk in to the very heart of her loins.
Her pussy was melting on his cock like a wax candle on a flaming wick. As her cunt filled up with her thick cuntjuice, his cock sank in, a wave of pussyjuice breaking around his heavy cock-knob. Like a torpedo launched in a swamp, his long cock fucked into her loins, hissing and smoking. He was fucking in a fury, his flat belly rebounding from the curve of her tight, round ass.
She played with his balls as they swung in, and cupped a hand over her cunt mound, fingering around in her crotch, feeling his slippery cock sliding in and out and playing with her clit as well.
"Fill my fuckhole, Daddy!" she wailed.
Fucking like a dog, John was snarling and growling and grunting bestially. He thrust in thunderously, his prick filling her to the brim. Her cunthole was sucking on his knob and wringing his cock, the inner rings working, milking him toward the peak.
"Cum! Cum!" she moaned, hanging at the crest of her own cumming, yearning to feel her father's fuckjuice spurt into her before she stopped creaming. Her clit was going off like a machine gun and the depths of her cunt kept on creaming on every thrust.
John wailed like a banshee as his balls blew. His hot jizz squirted into his little girl's cunthole so hard that he almost blew her off the end of his prick. He yanked her back by her hips and fucked in again, spurting more slime into her.
Her head sank down and she gurgled into the cushion of the chair, drooling. Her eyes were glazed and her pretty face glowing radiantly. Blowing and assfucking were fun, but fucking with her father was best of all. John kept on fucking in, finishing his foaming crest in her sodden cunt. Then he stopped thrusting and slumped over her ass. He spent a moment soul-searching, expecting to feel guilty and remorseful. But it had been much too satisfying to feel any such thing. John could only grin in the aftermath of his exuberant ejaculation, knowing full well that he and his horny teenaged daughter would be doing plenty of fucking now that the ice had been broken.
But he didn't know how soon -- nor how truly insatiable his nymphomaniac daughter was. He had shot off three times now and she had been well hosed in all three hot holes, and he quite naturally assumed that they were done for the day.
When he plucked his prick out of her cream drenched cunt, it was sagging and softening.
But Cathy twisted around again and, as she had done following the assfucking, sucked his spent prick into her mouth. This was a new treat for the orally inclined little minx, slurping her own cunt-cream off her daddy's prick. Cunt was more flavorsome than asshole, she thought, savoring it -- and, in the process, starting to stiffen his cock yet again.
John gaped down in awe, hardly able to believe that he could achieve another hard-on, yet clearly seeing his cock swell and his balls balloon in Cathy's naughty mouth. The cockhungry nymphette was working wonders on his overworked and well-drained prick. When she had his cock nice and hard again, she drew her lips away and gave him a bewitching smile.
"Can we fuck again now, Daddy?" she asked.
And, sporting a brand-new hard-on, John was agreeable to that, to be sure. But yet again he wondered when his wife would be home.
He just couldn't imagine what Brenda would say if she walked in and caught him fucking their daughter.
He would have been surprised, though.
Chapter Thirteen
Brenda drew her face up from her son's groin and knelt upright beside him. Then she threw one knee across his hips, straddling him. She arched her supple back and her heavy tits swung out like balloons. Bobby grinned up at her, seething with anticipation. He couldn't imagine how her cunt could possibly feel any better than her hot mouth, or how fucking could be a bigger thrill than being sucked, but the virgin lad was sure looking forward to making the comparison. His cock jutted up before her belly.
Brenda wriggled against him, rolling her firm, gently rounded tummy against his meaty cock.
His bloated balls were jammed to her bushy blonde vee and his prick loomed up so high that the slick, polished knob was brushing against the undersides of her heavy, saucily jiggling tits. She began to slide up and down his cock, pulling her wet cunt split up the thickly veined underside as if she were shimmying up a greased pole. Her sliding pussy slathered his balls and cockstalk with cuntjuice.
This sensation was not new to Bobby, since he had often frigged his prick against Tammy's grinding crotch in a similar motion, fucking without penetration. But now the thrill was magnified by the fact that it was his curvy mom straddling him, and that she was certainly going to take him up her cunt and fuck him for real.
He humped up, driving his fuck-rod like a lever across her furry fulcrum. She tilted her groin up, the parted lips oozing up his cockshaft. He frigged faster, playing his prick along her crotch like a meaty bow being stroked across a foaming fiddle, humming and vibrating. Then Brenda squirmed up all the way, so that his cock-knob snapped into her crotch. She squatted atop his prick, balanced like a flagpole sitter on the head. Her cunt-slot fluttered on the tip and cuntjuice trickled down his cockstalk.
She began to inch on down. Bobby stared down his arched torso in awe, watching his thick cock slowly slide into his mom's fuckhole.
I'm a motherfucker! He realized -- and even thinking the word filled him with dark glee.
She sank down to the hairy hilt of his rampant cock, taking him all the way up her cunt. She squatted down on the full penetration, squirming. Her cuntlips were glued to his cock base, her ass brushing his balls. Pussyjuice oozed out around the coupling. Bobby wondered if he was still a virgin.
His cock was enveloped in clinging cunthole but his definitions were vague. He thought he might still be cherry until he shot his wad, retaining his virginity until the act was completed. But it was a moot point. His cherry load was going to spurt out soon. Brenda stayed down on his prick for a few moments, swaying and squirming, impaled on his prick. The lewd lady was enjoying the full load, thrilling herself by having every sweet inch of her teenaged son's cock buried up her.
Her cunt sleeve rippled on his cock, which was throbbing savagely, so vibrant that it felt as if she were sitting on a lightning rod. Then the woman began to ride him, pulling her pussy up until only his fat cock-knob was lodged in her cunt, pausing atop his prick, then slowly pushing back down and taking all of it back up her pussy.
Brenda loved fucking her son. Bobby adored being a motherfucker. And a neglected, ignored little redhead stared at them, realizing what she had been missing!
From the other end of the couch, Tammy had a perfect view of the coupling. She watched solid, shapely ass move up and down.
Bobby's prick emerged, glistening with goo, then disappeared again. His balls were pumping in an out like a set of inhaling lungs, the dark vein stood out up the underside of his cock, his flaring cockhead appeared in his mother's unpeeled cunt at the top of the stroke. Then the woman squatted down and Bobby's prick sank in. Her ass bumped on his balls and the crack parted, exposing the puckered bud of her shithole.
Tammy was trembling with envy, jealousy and unbridled desire. How she despised her chastity now. How she scorned her cherry. It was her boyfriend's cock and balls she was seeing in action. She could have had that huge prick in her own mouth or cunt anytime she chose. But she had been a prude determined to remain a virgin -- and now the girl was jealous.
She wouldn't make that mistake again! Tammy's frustration was all the worse because she was as hot for Brenda as she was for the woman's son. Brenda had introduced her to cuntlapping, but had only demonstrated the first half of what was supposed to be a mutual pleasure. The woman had so obviously enjoyed herself as she wallowed in Tammy's cunt that Tammy just had to know that tonguefucking a juicy pussy would be a joy. Tammy's tongue was tingling. There was no room for her in this family function -- but she could at least lick around the edges.
The randy redhead wriggled up from behind. Virgin or not, she had no reservations left now. Watching a mother suck and fuck her son was a tremendous turn-on, and Tammy felt a desperate need to get involved. Brenda was riding steadily, the crack of her ass opening each time she shoved down on her son's groin.
Tammy stuck her tongue out and slurped it up through that hot cleft, lapping juicily and noisily. Brenda squealed with pleasure as a hot tongue was added to the action. She was pleased at how easily she had turned Tammy from a tease to a trollop, making her sex-crazed. It would have been even more thrilling if Tammy, too, were a member of the family, of course. But she was Bobby's girlfriend, at least, and a woman couldn't have everything. Although she did have a fleeting thought concerning her own teenaged daughter -- without realizing that Cathy favored her mom in more ways than one.
Tammy tongued out Brenda's tasty asshole with relish, sinking her inexperienced but avid tongue in and rimming with all the enthusiasm of the gifted novice. She had never been precocious -- now she was proving a child prodigy in the practice of cuntlapping. She reamed away for a while, then slid back down and began to lick and suck in both of their groins as they jerked together in an incestuous frenzy.
Tammy slurped on Bobby's balls as his cock vanished, then licked that fat prick as it reemerged, lapping up the coating of cuntjuice. She fitted her parted lips to the base of his cock and sucked. He humped up and down, frigging though his girlfriend's lips as he fucked into his mother's pussy.
Tammy fluttered her tongue against Brenda's unfurled cuntlips, then slid it right up into her cunthole, tongue-fucking in tandem with Bobby's prick. With the attentions of that ardent mouth adding to the sensations, Bobby and his mom surged together toward the blissful crest. Brenda's pussy melted and her fuckjuice poured down her son's cock and washed over his balls like a swampy tide breaking over a rocky shore.
Tammy slurped it up hungrily. Then Bobby was gasping and shuddering, and as he bridged up from the couch, fucking into his mom's cunt, his spunk came out in a geyser, shooting straight up and splashing in the core of her cunt so heavily that Tammy, with her head right down there, heard it splash.
Now, as he fucked in, his cock was pumping out an even creamier flood. Cuntjuice and jizz, blended into one exquisite sauce, poured from the woman's seething pussy, and Tammy gulped merrily away, filling her belly with that delectable bisexual blend.
Brenda and Bobby fucked each other through the spasms and the spasmodic waves, peaking again and again before they finally began to wind down, fucking more gently as the last sensation ebbed away. Tammy kept on lapping and sucking greedily. Brenda slid down and perched on Bobby's loins, all of his cock buried in her as Tammy licked up the seepage oozing out. After a while, the woman pulled her pussy off Bobby's prick. His cock stood up glistening as her vacated cunt spilled out a spunk flood.
Tammy took Bobby's cock into her mouth and milked off the residue, loving the taste of cunt-soaked cock. Then the girl pounced on Brenda's pussy and sucked from that wanton well. The redhead was still cherry. But her mouth had become a scum bucket. She shifted back and forth, diving on cock and swooping on pussy, adoring both equally.
Tammy was eager for her first fuck now. But she was going to be disappointed, suffering the wages of previous refusals, punished justly for her own former prudery. Tammy should have taken Bobby's cock when she'd had a chance. Now his mom had a claim on that sweet meat.
Engrossed in each other, wrapped up in their incestuous passions, Brenda and Bobby were ignoring the girl. She kept on licking one then the other, and they certainly didn't mind that, but they ignored the rest of her. Her frustration was fierce. And, to her dismay, her boyfriend and his mother got dressed. Although they were both looking forward to lots of future fucking and sucking, they had been satisfied for the time being and figured that it would be best to get home before their prolonged absence became suspicious.
They almost forgot to say goodbye. But then Brenda graciously took notice of their hostess and was thoughtful enough to bend down and give her a grateful kiss on the cunt. And Bobby, looking distracted and a bit sheepish but glowing with the happy loss of his innocence, told her that he would telephone when he had the time.
Then, arm in arm, they left.
And left a girl, who had learned a sad lesson, behind them when they went.
Tammy was still a virgin -- but a nymphomaniac one, promiscuous even while still possessed of her cherry. If they had done her a disservice by departing while her cherry was still intact, they had at the same time done a big favor to a whole lot of local boys and girls. Tammy would never again pass up a prick or a pussy. Starting with her daddy, when he got home.
Chapter Fourteen
Brenda parked her car in the driveway and twisted around to give her son a loving and promising kiss on the lips, feeling his prick as she did so. During the short ride home, both had become horny again. But they knew that they had to be cautious and discreet about their incestuous affair -- or thought that they did.
"Daddy must never find out," she whispered. "We can fuck like crazed weasels, Bobby, but other people wouldn't understand about fucking in the family."
Bobby figured that was true.
But that was a false assumption -- as they were both, about to find out.
They went into the house together, moving stealthily and warily, very much aware of the fact that they were both glowing with satisfying sex -- not to mention the fact that Bobby had a big bulge in his pants and cuntjuice was pouring down Brenda's legs.
And because they were moving quietly through their own guilt, they came unexpectedly on two other family members being guilty in the same fashion. Looking through the archway into the living room, Bobby and Brenda both gasped. They looked at each other, then back at the rutting couple on the floor. Then they looked at each other again and both began to grin.
Fucking happily away, neither John nor Cathy realized that they were being watched. Time had lost all meaning to them by now. They had fucked in various positions and done plenty of sucking in between, and now they were finishing up in that most staid of positions, missionary style.
Seeing as how they were father and daughter, though, it was doubtful the average missionary would have approved. John's ass was grinding and corkscrewing as he fucked his prick steadily up Cathy's cunt.
She was jolting and jerking under him as she met him with equal enthusiasm in this depraved dance of passion, gilding sinuously to his lead. Bobby and Brenda looked on, surprised -- but not as surprised as they would have been had they not just been doing the same thing -- and exchanging glances like conspirators from time to time -- tacitly making plans like anarchists in an attic, crouched over a bomb. They were only enjoying the show for a while, as they waited for the proper moment to make it a family reunion on that living room floor.
Like a consummate performer playing to the crowd -- although still blissfully ignorant of the audience -- John was varying his strokes. He fed his cock to Cathy from above, then fucked her with an under slung action. Then he pulled his prick out of her cunt and shifted up her body, offering the soaking prick to her mouth.
Cathy gulped it in and he fucked her face for a while, then moved back down her nubile form, dragging his cock over her tits and down her belly, then fucking it back into her foaming pussy. The girl's sensual lips were coated with a spunky film, and as she heaved up, meeting her father's lunges, the watchers could see cum dribbling from her asshole, as well.
It was obvious that daddy and daughter had been going at it all afternoon and that they had already run out of possibilities for a twosome.
It was time for new blood. John looked disconcerted when his wife and son came into the room. He kept on fucking, having fallen into the steady tempo, but shock showed on his face.
Cathy looked ashamed, too. Caught in an act of incestuous adultery, they had no idea how the wronged woman would react, but they expected the worst. But Brenda put them at ease at once.
"My, what a coincidence." Those significant words, along with the fact that she was smiling, made them realize they had nothing to fear -- and that any shame or guilt was mutual.
John kept fucking, watching his wife. Brenda had started to tear her clothes off. He noticed that she wore no panties and that her naked cunt was awash with cum. He was dimly aware that his son, too, was stripping. Naked and radiant, Brenda stepped across, turning her ass to her husband and kneeling down on her daughter's eagerly upturned face.
She squirmed and wriggled in that facial saddle as Cathy began to suck and slurp. Her mom's cunt was hot and juicy and delicious, and the fact that it was full of her brother's jizz only added to the succulence. She was delighted that Mom had joined the party.
Bobby stepped up and thrust his huge prick into Brenda's face as she squatted on Cathy's head. His mother began to nurse on his cockknob in a manner that showed great intimacy and familiarity. Still fucking away in his little girl's cunt, John gazed at these added couplings in a sort of awe. He watched his daughter's tongue flash up her mother's pussy and his son's prick fuck into his wife's mouth.
What a truly remarkable chance it was that his wife had seduced their son on the very same day that he had started fucking their daughter.
But then it dawned on him that maybe it wasn't such a coincidence at all, only a certain event waiting to occur; related, they naturally shared the same desires.
And then he stopped thinking about much at all, as his fuckjuice shot into his daughter's seething cunthole and Brenda's pussy spilled out lavishly into the girl's face just as Bobby flooded his mom's mouth with his spunk.
The whole family came together for the first time.
And it was no coincidence at all when they did it again.
