Penny sprawled on her back in the thicket of bushes and leaves. She watched her fifteen-year-old twin brother, Peter, wriggle down under the bushes beside her. Penny said, "We can't stay away too long or Mom and Lars'll start wondering." She boldly put her hand on the big bulge that was developing in his tight blue swim trunks.
"Don't worry about it. We can say we got lost or something."
Peter regarded his twin sister fondly. Penny was coltish-long legged, narrow hipped, but amazingly full breasted. Her green bikini top barely covered the round bulk of her soft mounds.
Penny wore a beaded Indian headband to control her long, straight red-brown hair. Her golden brown eyes snapped with excitement and daring. She squeezed Peter's cock. "Want me to jack you off quick or slow this time?"
"Slow. I'll finger you off slow, too." He slid his hand under the elastic of her bikini bottom. His fingers touched the first curly hairs on her mound.
"God, if Mom knew what we do sometimes!" Penny giggled. She regarded Peter's beginning mustache critically. She touched it with a fingertip. "It should be long and droopy over the corners of your mouth ... like the old-time gunfighters."
"Mom doesn't even want me to have long hair. A handlebar would drive her up the wall."
"Mom is so square...." Penny sighed. She opened her legs as Peter's hand crawled down into her bikini bottom. She returned her hand to his trunks and found his cock greatly expanded. It reached almost up to the waistband at his belly button. "Wow, Peter, do you ever have a big hunk of meat!"
"I guess I do." He slipped a finger down into her slit. The pussy lips were dry, but inside there was a slippery accumulation of what he thought of as cunt oil.
Peter said, "You've got tremendous tits, Sis. Want me to suck on one for a while?"
"Sure." Penny pulled her bikini cups up off her breasts. The fat cones of flesh were white in contrast to the deep tan of the rest of her body.
Peter took his left hand from her crotch and palmed her left breast. He pressed down on it and the warm flesh bulged around his fingers.
The pink-button nipple surged up into his palm. He squeezed gently. He reached for her other breast and dipped his head to lick the left nipple. The surrounding areola puckered and crinkled when his tongue stroked wetly over it.
Penny licked her full pink lips. "UMM...." She squeezed his cock rhythmically through his clinging lastex trunks. Peter's mouth enclosed her nipple. He sucked it deep and grazed it between his teeth. Penny shivered delicately. "Oh! You keep doing new things to me! Wow. Where did you learn that?"
"Just thought of it." Peter smiled. "Want me to do it again?"
"Yes, but don't bite. Just do it easy...."
He suctioned the erect little nipple into his mouth again. His teeth gently nipped the sensitive tissue. Penny closed her eyes and threw her head back to the ground. Her pulse throbbed in her long, slim neck. She chewed her lower lip. Her left hand moved under his trunks. Her fingers fought the tight material. She grasped the end of his cock. Her fingertip delicately scratched the area just below the underside where the "drawstring" was located.
His cock jerked at that touch. It swelled up even more. Peter lifted his mouth from her breast. "Where did you learn that?"
"Oh ... I heard some older girls at school talking. It was very private ... about what they do for their boyfriends and how they do it."
"Tell me."
"Maybe some day. Maybe I'll try some of the other things I heard."
"Huh! Maybe I'll try some of the things the guys tell about in private. Want me to?"
Penny frowned. "I have to know first. Tell me.
"You tell me what those girls said."
"Some of it was complicated and real dirty! We don't have time now. We better finish each other and get back to the picnic."
"I guess so." Peter took a second to push his trunks down to his knees. His cock came into view-long, fat, hard, jumping with the force of his blood. Penny used the time to inch her bikini bottom down, too. She eased it down to her ankles. She drew her knees up and let them fall open.
The twins reached for each other-Penny got a good left-handed hold of Peter's heavy cock, and he settled his left hand on her brown-fuzzed mound. Penny closed her eyes, as usual. Peter liked to watch her hand manipulate his cock, and he liked to watch her face as he fingered her. He pressed his middle finger down between her pussy lips. He found the slippery pool of cunt oil inside her vagina. He slithered it up onto her clitoris. Penny made a soft "Oooo...." when he touched there. Her clit was a stiff little pinhead at the end of a small pink gorge within her slit. His fingertip skated on a film of her juices. He moved the finger steadily.
Penny began pumping his long cock. Her hand was large for a girl, since she was already five feet five and still growing. But so big around was Peter's cock that she had to grip and regrip every few seconds. Peter watched her hand sweep up and down his length. He was not circumcized, so the skin fluted up over his big, mauve-colored glans. When her hand pulled up, the skin pulled up his large balls in their fuzz-covered, wrinkled sac. His balls bounced when she got going fast ... when he was just about to come and she went all out, sometimes with both hands wrapped around his extra-hard, extra-long shaft.
Peter envied Penny. She could come a lot more times than he could. He could only shoot off about eight times a day, and a lot of times she panted and thrashed around and came at least that many times while he was making it twice. Penny had a good hold this time and was pumping slow and high, just the way he liked it.
Peter eeled his fingertip down into her waiting pool of cunt oil. He tried slipping his finger deeper into her vagina. He found her hymen. A thin film of tissue that prevented further penetration. He also found a small hole in it. Penny was still a virgin. Peter felt good about that. He didn't like the idea of her fooling around with anyone else but him. Penny whispered, "Rub my button." Peter tossed his long, nearly shoulder-length hair from his eyes, and resumed his caress of her clitoris.
They heard twigs snapping and the swish of tall grass and bushes. Somebody was approaching! Penny and Peter frantically pulled their bathing suits up. Penny stuffed her breasts into her bikini top cups. Two people, a man and woman, entered the small clearing that bordered the thick bushes under which Penny and Peter were lying, concealed. The twins quietly turned over onto their stomachs to get a better view of the intruders.
Penny tensed and whispered, "It's Mom and Lars!"
Peter nodded. "Shhh!"
* * *
The man was tall, blond, thick-necked and thick-waisted, a one-time athlete going soft. He wore a green striped t-shirt, tan hiking shorts and leather sandals. He gestured imperiously at the woman. His voice came hard and grating with command. "This is a good place."
She was an older, pudgier version of Penny. Her red-brown hair was darker and cut in a Dutch-boy style. Her body was heavier, her breasts large and overripe, held in rigid position by a heavy-duty bra. She wore a red playsuit with a tempting zipper front. Her round, fleshy white thighs trembled when she walked. Her skin showed the faint pink flesh of unrecognized sunburn. She frowned and looked around, not seeing her hidden, silent children. "I don't want to do anything, Lars. Somebody might come. The children-"
"We would hear them in plenty of time. The kids are up the river, swimming." He took her roughly into his arms. "I want you to do something for me, Mae." His big hands crept down her back to her heavy, rounded buttocks. He gripped the cheeks. He pulled her against his loins.
"Not that ... not here!"
"Not what? Say it, say what you don't want to do!" He was toying with her. "Say the word!"
Mae whispered something.
"I didn't hear! Say it loud. No one will hear."
Mae lowered her head beside his massive shoulder. "Fuck." She hid her face. "I don't want to fuck here." She lifted her head. "Why do you make me do awful things like this?" Her face showed puzzlement and a curious passivity-an acceptance.
"Because it amuses me to force you to do 'shameful' things, my dear. I love to see you blush."
"Sometimes I hate you."
He laughed. "Deep down you love what I make you do. Your ex-husband didn't give you what I give you."
"Vern was a kind, gentle man. I loved him very much."
"Bullshit. You hated him because he was weak. You got rid of him."
"No! He left. He abandoned me and the children!"
"You drove him away and went looking for a strong man. And you found me! And you love me!"
Lars roughly tilted her face up and kissed her. His wide, thin lips crushed down on Mae's soft, full-lipped mouth. She whimpered and clutched herself tightly to his big body. She came up on tiptoe. When he broke the kiss, she settled and pressed her face against his chest. She was breathing fast. Her fingers dug into his muscular arms.
He chuckled. "Hear anyone? See anyone?" He didn't wait for an answer. He pushed her slightly away from him. He hooked a finger into the wide brass ring attached to her playsuit zipper at the scoop neck.
"No-" But Mae did not interfere as he lazily pulled it down-opening her front to her waist.
Lars reached into her playsuit and squeezed her heavy bra-clad breasts with his big hands. "Free them. I want them naked."
"Oh, please, Lars...." Mae shook her head pleadingly. Her wide, frightened eyes swept the tiny clearing, searching through the thick bushes and surrounding trees.
He put his hands on his hips. His head sank forward and down menacingly. He scowled, "Do it!"
Mae's face crinkled as if she were near tears. She gave one last despairing look around, then pushed her playsuit down off her shoulders and freed her arms. She was breathing fast, darting glances here and there. Her playsuit sagged loosely on her wide hips. She quickly reached behind to unhook her tight, wide-strapped, deeply cupped bra.
Mae's big breasts sagged. But not too much. She peeled the bra straps off her shoulders and let the bowl-sized cotton cups fall away from her naked, blue-veined white flesh. Her breasts hung out from her chest like soft round gourds. Her nipples were correspondingly large-deep-red grapes set in smears of red-brown areolas. She stood, shoulders curved forward, hands nervously bunching her bra into a compact ball.
Lars was smiling widely. "Good. Doesn't the fresh air feel good on them?" He took them back into his hands. He squeezed and fondled the yielding flesh.
Mae reluctantly nodded, but said, "I feel so exposed-so naked!" She still hung her head ... and watched his big, manipulating hands.
Lars thumbed her nipples to swollen, almost purplish, stiffened teats. "You like this, don't you?"
Mae barely nodded.
"What?" He pinched them.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" She shivered visibly.
"Don't I know it!" He mashed her breasts together. He twisted them. His strong fingers sank deep into the milky flesh. Mae stood humbly, watching, her breath coming in deep gasps. She seemed to have forgotten everything but his cruel hands. Lars tired of that sport. He released each breast and said, "Now get down on your knees, Mae. I won't fuck you out here. But you're going to do something special for me."
"Ohhh...." She knew. She raised beseeching eyes. "Not that, Lars. Oh, please!"
He smiled cruelly, mockingly. "Why not? You do it to me all the time. Why not now?" There was a huge bulge in the front of his hiking shorts.
"If somebody saw!" Mae buried her face in her hands. "Oh, no...."
"On your knees!" He folded his thick arms. He took a wide stance.
"I ... I can't." She clutched at his arms. "Lars, please! Not that ... not out here!"
"Not what?"
"Don't make me-"
"Name it!"
Mae moaned. Her face worked. Her arms crossed over her heavy breasts. She hunched forward, shaking her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Lars demanded, "NAME IT!"
Mae cringed. "Oh, please don't yell-all right...." Her voice came quiet and tremulous. "S-suck." As if anticipating he would demand it louder, she said it louder. "Suck."
"Fine. Now-down!"
"Tonight! I'll suck you tonight in bed. As much as you want! Hours!"
"NOW!" He pushed her down.
Mae collapsed. She sank to her knees before Lars. Her hands trembled. She reached slowly up to his shorts. She fumbled with the zipper and finally tugged it down. An animal scurried in a tree nearby. Mae jerked and turned a frightened, stricken face upward.
Lars laughed. "A squirrel. Go ahead. The sooner you do it, the sooner it will be over, and we can go back to the car and have a beer."
Mae pushed a trembling right hand into Lars' bulging shorts. She got a hold of his half-hard cock and dragged it out into view. He grinned proudly. His cock was big. It hung out in a heavy curve. Its head was small, a dark-pink little heart at the end of a thickening, broadening white shaft. Mae dragged more of his cock free of his shorts. She moved her face close. She stared at the glans and her mouth slowly opened.
Lars commanded hypnotically, "Suck ... suck ... suck...." His blue eyes narrowed as he stared down. She moaned complainingly and reluctantly guided the end of his cock to her lips. She closed her eyes tight and took his glans into her mouth. "More! Suck, damn it!"
Mae pressed forward and her lips were forced to encompass the dramatic widening and thickening bulk of his cock. Her throat, cheeks and ears moved as she used her tongue on the underside of his glans. Lars nodded. "Good ... yes ... suck...."
Mae whined but continued. Her head moved forward and back. Her right hand held the base of his cock in a tight grip. She began to pump him slightly as she sucked. Her heavy, loose breasts wobbled with her movements. Her big nipples remained stiff and dusky red. Her straight, short auburn hair swayed gently.
Lars began thrusting his hips as she sucked. "More...." Mae obeyed. She pressed another inch of his thick cock into her mouth. His shaft was wet to where her hand was wrapped around it. She made wet sounds ... slobbering sounds ... as she sucked. She stopped for a moment and hung her head, gasping deeply for breath.
She continued to pump him, with longer strokes. She kept her eyes closed.
Lars said, "Good. Now suck again. Another minute. Then I'll shoot my come into your hot mouth."
Mae flushed pink. "Oh, Lars, please don't say it ... not out loud...."
He laughed. "Suck! You've had enough rest."
She resumed. She seemed desperate to get it over with. She crammed her mouth full of his rigid thickness. She moaned with Lars as her quick, head-bobbing, sucking action began to be very effective. Lars' hands curled into fists on his hips. He jabbed his cock at her engulfing mouth. Her hand pumped faster, with a fluid, skilled action. With her free hand, Mae held onto the back of his solid, blond-fuzzed right thigh, to give herself an anchor and leverage as she sucked him even faster, and swept her hand to and fro on his slab-like shaft. Lars breathed hoarsely. He locked his jaw and grimaced. He tensed. His whole body went tight. He seemed to vibrate.
Mae sobbed around his cock. Her hand flew. She made surprised "Ukk ... uk...." sounds in her throat. A film of semen appeared on his cock. She pulled her mouth away. One last jet of white stuff flew in between her lips. She jerked her head away. She kept on pumping him. More and more semen flowed from him. It dribbled away and fell to her thighs. Mae made a sickened face and swallowed. Again.
Lars sighed. His body went loose. He breathed a mighty sigh. Mae's hand fell from his softening cock. She took leaves and grass and wiped at the semen on her thighs. She was still weeping. Lars smirked down at her. "That was a good one. You do very well out in the open like this. We'll have to do it again."
"Oh, no...." She pulled her playsuit up and zipped it shut. She didn't put on her bra. She balled it in her hands again.
Lars wiped his limp cock with a handkerchief and stuffed it back into his shorts. He zipped up and turned away. "Come on. I could do with a beer now. You too, eh?" He laughed.
Mae got to her feet and followed him, her breasts joggling freely in her loose playsuit top.
CHAPTER TWO
Penny lay staring at the twitching bushes through which Lars and her mother had just passed. Her golden brown eyes were wide. She said softly, "Oh, wow ... Oh, wow...."
Peter was pale. He kept swallowing. His fingers were dug into the ground.
Penny finally said shakily, "Was that our mother!"
"Was it ever!"
"What a phony she is!" Penny turned shocked and angry eyes to her brother.
He nodded. "Always talking about morality and sex is sin and self-control ... and all the time she's doing things like that with him!"
"But he made her do it."
"Shit! She wanted to do it! She wanted him to force her! If she really didn't dig that scene, you think anything Lars said would have made a diff?"
"I guess not," Penny frowned. "She's nothing but a raving hypocrite!"
"Yeah. And did you hear what Lars said about Dad? She drove him away."
Penny nodded and sniffled. "Remember how she used to pick at him about smoking and ashes and not sitting in this chair or that one?"
"And always running him down in front of people. Even with us. All the time."
The twins were silent for a moment, recalling their lives when their true father had been in the family.
Peter said, "He was a real nice guy. I loved him."
"But she made him leave. She wanted that big blond caveman!" There was hatred in Penny's watery, sniffling voice.
"She was probably seeing Lars on the sly last year before Dad finally got fed up and left."
"Cheating and lying and scheming...."
"Mom is a bitch!" Peter clenched his right fist. He hit the ground. Leaves and dry grass crunched.
"She ought to be made to pay for what she did!"
"Damn right!" Peter glared at the small clearing before them. In his mind he saw his mother on her knees again, sucking Lars. Peter felt a surge of grief. His throat tightened and his nose stung with imminent tears. He fought to keep from crying. "God damned bitch!"
"What can we do? How do we make her pay?"
"Teach her a lesson ... let's teach her a real good lesson!"
"What? How?" Penny was baffled. "Got any ideas?"
"No ... not right now. Let's think about it." Peter had conquered his emotion. He took a deep sighing breath. He uncurled his hand. He turned onto his side facing Penny. Small leaves stuck to his sweaty belly.
"Okay." Penny rolled over onto her back again. She brushed twigs and leaves from her tanned skin. She stared up at the tangle of leaves and stems a few inches over her head. She sighed, too. Her big breasts rose and fell dramatically. She sniffled and swallowed. After a minute, Penny said, "Did you see how big his was?"
"Yeah. Well, shit, he's a grown man."
"But it didn't look as big as yours ... and you're only fifteen."
"I don't know ... we couldn't see it all."
"Even so...." Penny boldly reached over and slid her hand into his tight-knit trunks. Her ringers found Peter's cock small and shrunken. She squeezed gently and fondled it. It began to grow. In a minute Peter's cock had filled her hand and angled far over toward his hip. Penny lay with one arm angled under her head, one hand in his swimsuit, manipulating his very large cock. She said, "I'll bet yours is bigger. Maybe his is thicker, but yours is longer."
"What do you want me to do, go up to him and ask him to measure his?" Peter reached over and slid his left hand into her bikini bottom.
"Sure! I dare you!" ' Penny giggled. "I'll bet he's so proud of what he's got, he'll do it. Act dumb ... you know."
Peter got his finger into Penny's slit. He found her juicy and ready. Her clitoris was stiff and hot. Peter said, "Okay, I'll find out how much Lars has. If you ask Mom what she thinks about sucking."
"You know what she'll say ... but I will, just to prove how phony she is." Penny wriggled as Peter's finger stroked over her excited clit. "Ummm ... let's get free and finish what we started before."
They pushed their swimsuits down. Penny made a face and dug a sharp rock from under her pale buttocks. Then she grabbed Peter's long, fat, hard cock and began slowly pumping the white skin up and down. His big glans appeared and was covered by the rising-falling sleeve of skin. This time Penny did not close her eyes. She stared at her brother's cock. Peter watched his hand on her mound, watched her moving hand ... They glanced into each other's eyes and smiled. There was no embarrassment.
Penny said, with a husky tremor, "I'm going to make it quick ... I'm getting that whipped cream feeling...."
Peter nodded. He could tell. Her clit felt extra-stiff now, under his sliding, flicking fingertip. And her slit was gooey and really hot.
Penny drew her heels almost up to her crotch. Her bikini bottom was a loose bond around her ankles. Her slender, tanned thighs hung wide open. Her lightly fuzzed pussy gaped around Peter's rapidly moving finger. She breathed faster and faster. Her eyes lost focus. Her sleek, narrow hips began to undulate. Her sunken belly rippled. Penny's fingers tightened on his rigid cock. Her hand jerked up and down spasmodically as she lost her concentration.
Her smooth brow knitted tighter and tighter. Her generous mouth opened ... she gasped, "Oh, Peter-" She panted and trembled and writhed. Her young face was a mask of apparent agony. Then her face gradually smoothed and she sent him a sweet, grateful smile. "Ummm ... That was so nice. Better than any in a long time. Weeks."
Peter kept his finger moving slowly, gently, in her juicy slit. "Maybe seeing Mom do her thing excited you."
"Maybe. Did seeing it excite you?"
Peter hesitated. He scowled. "I won't lie to you, Penny. I got hard as hell when she started sucking him off. But I was disgusted, too, you know? I mean ... she's our mother!"
"It shook me, too. Kids just don't think of their mothers doing that ... especially that way."
"Down on her knees ... like a slave or something."
"And Lars lording it over her...."
Peter said, "But-I guess that's what she likes ... that submission scene." He frowned in thought.
Penny had continued slowly pumping his cock. She stared at it again. "That was one of the things the girls at school talked about-sucking. It sort of blew my mind seeing Mom do it."
She shifted lower and closer to Peter's big, throbbing organ. "It ... it kind of made me want to try it ... with you."
"Now?"
"Uh-huh. I guess so." Penny wriggled still lower. The big head of his cock bobbed close to her mouth, as she stroked his shaft. "Want me to?" Her dark amber eyes crackled with excitement and daring.
"Sure." Peter's voice almost cracked.
Penny giggled. She fingered strands of long red-brown hair from her eyes. She settled her beaded headband lower.
Peter said experimentally, "Suck it!"
Penny's eyes widened. She grinned. "Oh, please, don't make me do it!"
"Suck me off! Bitch!"
"Ohhh...." With a mock wail of despair, Penny guided his cock and licked tentatively at the large, plum-colored glans. She paused to taste and decide if she wanted to go ahead. She licked her lips. She licked his glans again, underneath, and around. Penny looked up. "Like it?"
Peter nodded. "Do you?"
"So far. Nothing to it." She resumed licking. After a minute she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the round, silky tip. She took the whole head. She took more and more. She filled her mouth. She kept her tongue moving inside.
Peter moaned. He licked his lips. The sight of his sister with her mouth full of his cock was tremendously arousing. And she was sucking him wonderfully! He was enthralled with this new way of sex. A hot, tight pleasure was coiling in his loins.
Penny drew her head back. Her lips clung tightly to his glans till the last. She asked, "How was that?" Her eyes danced.
"God, Penny! Fantastic! Do it some more." Peter's mouth was dry. When her mouth took him again-hot and wet with a fluttering snake of tongue-Peter's guts bunched tight. He had trouble breathing. He watched Penny suck. His cock got harder and bigger. He started to gasp. He couldn't help it.
Penny tried doing it different ways. She decided she liked pumping the skin up and down the shaft as she sucked the head. She could tell Peter liked that way best-he trembled when she did it, especially when she brought her hand up to meet her plunging lips.
Peter gasped, "I'm getting close!"
Penny lifted her hot mouth from his big cock Her gaze was now soft and oddly lustful. She unconsciously, sensuously licked her wet lips. "I'm not going to stop. Go ahead and shoot."
"You mean it?"
Penny nodded, open mouthed. She closed her eyes and fastened her mouth on his swollen glans. Her hand stroked up and down ... her head bobbed in the same rhythm. Peter stared and gasped and moaned. His legs stiffened. His belly went taut. He gritted his teeth. He moaned as if in pain. Penny speeded her movements.
Her tongue danced on the exquisitely sensitive nerve tissue on the underside of his glans. She filled her whole mouth again and again and again with the last three inches of her brother's supremely rigid cock. She jerked her gripping hand up to meet her engorged mouth.
For an endless second he trembled breathlessly. Then-"PENNYYYYYY!"
His cock pulsed in her hand and mouth, and suddenly she felt a thick splash of viscous, salty, raw-tasting fluid far back on her tongue. Penny involuntarily pulled her mouth off his jerking cock. She wasn't quick enough to avoid a second gob of jetting semen. But Penny wasn't revulsed or disgusted, merely surprised. She had pulled back out of reflex. She continued rapidly pumping his cock. She took a spurt of semen on her chin. She didn't try to avoid it or the ensuing, weakening spurts.
She heard her brother's keening moans and was thrilled for him. A kind of lustful echo occurred in her own loins. Her clit was throbbing. She watched as the last drops of semen oozed from his glans. She slowed her strokes and finally stopped. Her mouth was gummy inside. She swallowed. She grinned at his shocked-stricken expression. "Good, huh?"
"Shit, yes...." He stared at her dripping cheek and chin. "You really did it."
Penny shrugged. She wiped her mouth and face with her hands. "It was fun." Her eyes sparkled. "I wouldn't mind doing it again."
"You like it?"
"I guess I do. It got me all hot again ... doing it." Penny rolled over onto her back again.
Peter took the cue. He put his hand on her mound and dipped his middle finger into her juicy slit. His sister was almost flowing she was so worked up. He quickly began flicking her clitoris. He said, "You know-some of the guys at school make jokes about 'going down' on their girls. I think I'll try that with you next time. Okay?"
"Umm. Sure. Your finger is fine, but I'll bet your tongue will be out of sight." Penny closed her eyes. She started to undulate her hips. She whispered, "Oh, God ... sometimes I get all empty inside-like now-and all whipped up and itchy...." She panted. Her left hand groped for his softened cock. She held on. She gasped, "I want to be fucked ... I want to be fucked ... OHH ... PETER-"
Penny squirmed on the grass and leaves, her naked buttocks bumping up and down as his finger drove her through her orgasm. A moment later she lay quiet, eyes still closed, breathing evenly.
Peter said, "Hey, you know what you said when you were coming?" Penny shook her head.
Peter started to speak, shut his mouth, then said, "I'll tell you later. We better get back. We better get over to the creek and wash the dirt and stuff off."
Penny nodded. She wriggled up her bikini bottom. She said, "I just can't get over what we saw Mom do...."
CHAPTER THREE
Peter knocked on the door of Lars' den. Lars opened the door and smiled. "Peter! Come in. We don't see enough of each other. I've wanted to get to know you better."
"I have a sort of a problem...." Peter entered the small room-formerly a sewing room in the big old house-and avoided looking at the floor to ceiling bookshelves that had been his dad's pride. The shelves and thousands of books were dusty. Lars was not a reader or a heavy thinker. Lars used the room to drink in.
Lars closed the door. He nodded. "Growing up is a long series of problems." He picked up a glass. He sipped whiskey. "Sit down."
Peter sat in a big leather chair. Lars sat on the edge of the heavy mahogany desk at one end of the room. Lars grinned. "What is it-sex, money ... want a car of your own?"
Peter flipped his long brown hair away from his eyes. "I guess ... sex. Girls."
"I hope girls!" Lars bellowed with laughter. He downed a mouthful of whiskey. "Want a drink, boy? You're old enough-big enough, for sure. What are you--six feet about?"
"Six-one." Peter looked at the bottles of liquor on a nearby emptied-of-books shelf. "Okay, yeah."
"Make you a mixed drink." Lars poured some vodka and Coke into a tall glass and dropped in some ice. "Now, what about girls?"
"Well-some of the guys at school were talking-and they say girls like a guy with a big one. You know."
"Yeah. So?" Lars handed Peter the glass. His blue eyes twinkled. "You worried you're not big enough?"
"I don't know. Do girls like a man who's really hung ... does it really make that much difference?"
Lars settled onto the edge of the desk again. He swung his leg. "Women-girls, too-say they like small ones, or average ones. They say big ones hurt." Lars grinned and snickered. "But, boy, in my experience-and I've had a lot in my day-women go for the man who's hung like a horse, every time."
"You mean, they lie?"
"Sure they do. They like to make men think they aren't interested in sex and muscles and pricks. They pretend it's all love and companionship and sincerity that matters. But, that's crap! They're just like us! We go for a girl with big tits and a great body-they go for a guy with a good chunk of prick and some muscles on his arms and shoulders."
Lars grinned as Peter drank. "Time you learned the real facts of life. Time you learned the difference between the window dressing and the real truth."
"I sure want to know."
"I'm glad to give you the lowdown."
"I guess you're pretty big, then, huh?"
"Well...." Lars grinned and winked. "If I do say so myself, I carry a lot of weight in the right place."
"I guess I'm sort of curious about size. I mean, how many inches is big?"
Lars nodded judiciously. "Fair question. Now I've had chances to talk to a lot of women intimately about pricks. Some whores, too. They don't mind leveling with a man who knows the score. So I can tell you, if you've got around six inches-that's about average ... or normal. No woman will kick you out of bed or sneer. But if you're seven inches long or more, you're in the charmed circle. You're a real man!"
"I guess you're in the charmed circle, then."
"I guess you're right, Peter. And I've got thickness, too. When I get into a woman, she knows she's been gotten into!"
"Do you know what your exact measurement is?"
"Think it's ... been a long time since I bothered to stick a ruler up against it. Usually a woman is curious and will make a game out of finding out. They're size-conscious, too, you know. They like to brag to other wives and such.
"Me...." Lars downed a gulp of whiskey. "I forget now. Over seven, that's for sure...." He plunked his glass down on the desk. "Let's find the fuck out how big I am! We're both men-what the hell!" Lars casually unzipped his pants. He reached in and pulled his cock free of his white briefs. "Have to get 'er hard...." He began flipping it. "Look for a ruler in the desk, will you, Peter?"
Struggling to keep from grinning, Peter circled and started pulling open drawers. He found a blue plastic twelve-inch ruler and handed it to Lars.
Lars had managed an erection. "See what I mean, Peter? Isn't this a hunk of prick?" He positioned the ruler. "Seven ... and an eighth. And a big-around handful for any woman."
Peter looked and nodded. "It sure is big."
Lars handed the ruler back. "Let's see what you've got, boy. Drag it out."
"Oh ... no...." Peter shook his head. "I-"
"Bashful, huh?" Lars slapped Peter on the back. "Got to get over that. Can't be bashful with girls. But you're young yet."
Lars stuffed his softening cock back into his slacks and zipped up. "Thing to remember about girls-be firm. They don't like wishy-washy men. Be strong-make the decisions."
"Yes, sir."
"Some women like a man to be a little cruel sometimes. That's a fact. They like a little pain. That's when a big prick helps-smack it into them and make 'em howl. They love it!"
Lars went to pour more whiskey into his glass. "And some women like to be humiliated. Some like a little danger with sex ... like being made to do something to a man out in the open ... like in a park or a forest where somebody might see."
Lars turned, drinking, smiling. "Gives 'em a thrill. They wet their pants and get hot to boot!"
"How do you know what one girl wants and doesn't want, though?"
"That comes with experience ... just a feel you get after you've talked with them for a while, and watched them."
Lars regarded Peter speculatively for a few seconds. "I want to be your friend, boy. I know I can't take the place of your real father. But I want you and Penny to like me."
"I like you okay. You're not responsible for Dad leaving."
"As to that ... I'll tell you something, Peter, man-to-man, just between you and me and the fencepost-okay?"
"Yeah, sure." Peter sat up, attentive.
"From what your mother tells me in private, your dad wasn't much of a man. He didn't give her what she needs-a strong, guiding hand. He was the passive kind. Let her lead and make the decisions. Didn't like sex much, from what I hear."
Peter didn't say anything.
"Strictly on the Q-T, boy, Mae is a ... what you would call a responsive woman ... once she's pushed a little. Put her in a position where she's not responsible for what she does, and she's a hot-a warm woman. But she needs excuses to do things. She's got an old-fashioned conscience and she needs a strong man to force things sometimes and make her do things she wants to do. Lots of women like that. Take 'em off the hook and they'll go wild."
Peter nodded. "I'll remember that. That's very interesting."
"That's the key to most people-men and women both. Solid truth. Be strong and the weak one'll follow you ... do damn near anything you say."
"I guess you're right. I guess Mom is one of the weak kind."
"Confidentially, yes."
Peter stood up from the big leather chair. "Thanks for the advice, Lars. I learned a lot."
"Anytime. Hey-you want to see some good dirty pictures? Ever seen any really low-down porno?" Lars grinned lopsidedly. "Got a few hidden. Educational, know what I mean? Want to see 'em?"
"Sure."
Lars went to a bookshelf and took down a thick old dictionary. He took an envelope from between the pages. The envelope contained photographs. Lars passed the photos-one by one-to Peter. They were a series showing a naked young woman, tied with thick ropes, legs wide, with a shaven mound, being whipped by a hooded man in leather whose big stiff cock was sticking out of his black pants.
Lars watched greedily for Peter's reaction. Peter said obligingly, "Wow!"
"Turn you on? Look at this one." The second photo showed the man kneeling, forcing the thick, blunt, braided leather whip handle into the girl's bare pussy. The third picture showed the girl on her knees, hands tied behind her back, sucking the man's cock. Lars said thickly, "I like that one." His pants bulged. He massaged the erection openly.
Peter glanced at him for a split second. Peter remembered the picnic. He asked innocently, "Do you have to force girls to do that?"
"Huh! Most of them love doing it. Just give them a chance. Add a little submission and humiliation to the scene and they'll come back for more."
"Does Mom do it?"
"Ahhh ... I don't think I should tell you that, boy. But ... you can guess." Lars smirked. He continued his self-massage.
Peter blinked rapidly for a few seconds. He took the next photo from Lars. Five minutes later, Peter left the den and went to his room. He sat on his bed, staring at the wall, clenching and unclenching his fists.
* * *
Soon after Peter left the den, Lars came out and went into kitchen. Mae was at the drain-board, making a salad. She smiled. "Hi, honey."
"Hi, yourself." Lars went to her. His powerful arms went around her from behind. His big hands clamped over her ample breasts.
Mae felt his cock pressing against her rump. "What got you so passionate now? Supper is almost ready." She frowned apprehensively. Her hands shook as she continued to slice tomatoes.
Lars grinned and kept on squeezing her breasts. He rubbed his erection against her.
"Please ... Penny or Peter might come in and see."
He hunched over and kissed her right ear. His tongue stabbed wetly into the deep whorls. Mae shivered and gasped. Her hands became still. Her eyes closed. Lars forced his right hand down past the edge of the drainboard at her belly. He pulled her dress up and pressed his fingers in between her stockinged thighs. "No, not here...."
His hand clamped up into her black-pantied crotch. He rubbed.
"My God, if one of the twins should see us!" But Mae did not struggle. She felt his cock pressing urgently against her thinly covered buttocks. There was a growing excitement in her.
Lars whispered gruffly, "Two minutes-a quick back-door fuck."
"All right." Mae tried to turn toward the hallway, to their bedroom.
But Lars kept her pinned against the drain-board, in his arms. "Here!" His fingers pressed the stitched seam of her panties in between her pussy lips. The thin nylon turned wet and sticky immediately. I can't-
"You will not refuse me!" Lars' finger poked a hole in the panties and sent into her. His fingertip instantly found her swollen, juice-covered clitoris. Mae moaned helplessly. Her breasts were warm and expanded in their bra cups, irritated by the constricting material. Her protruding nipples especially. Lars pulled her back, away a few feet, from the drainboard. He pulled her dress until her black panties and black garter belt were exposed.
"We can't. It's too awkward!" Mae was almost weeping with anxiety and shame.
"Like hell!" He bent her forward at the waist. "Put your arms on the drainboard!" He flipped her dress up higher and pulled down her panties.
Mae sobbed, "Oh ... oh...." Her white buttocks were exposed, both plump cheeks divided by taut garter belt straps and snaps.
Lars unzipped his slacks and dragged out his hard cock. He fisted the shaft and directed the blunt purple arrowhead glans into the flushed, wet lips that pouted in her crotch. He probed for the opening to her vagina. Found it. Thrust in! Mae groaned. She rested her forehead on her crossed arms on the edge of the drainboard. She unconsciously pressed back for greater penetration. Lars gripped her hips and buried as much of his cock as he could. He enjoyed the tightness, the tiny spasms of her cervix. He drove into her, smacking her rump with his loins, making her pale globes quiver with the impact.
Neither of them saw Penny come to the kitchen doorway, stop and gape at them. Lars was in heaven. He husked lungfuls of air. His cock jammed into Mae's cunt like a piston. Penny's brown eyes were saucers. She pressed a knuckle into her mouth as she watched.
Mae was grinding her hips, taking the deep lunges, wanting more, panting, staring blindly down at the red and white linoleum squares. Lars climaxed. He grunted with ecstasy. His big cock spat into her hot, juicy channel. He held himself tight against her pale, sweat-speckled buttocks. He sighed, dug a handkerchief out of his pocket, and slowly pulled out of her. He wiped his drooping, dripping cock. He sighed deeply again. He looked around. "See? No one came in. No harm."
Penny was gone. Mae wiped herself with a paper towel, pulled up her panties and tugged down her dress. She couldn't look at him-at his satisfied grin. She flushed and picked up the knife and uncut tomatoes again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Later that night, Penny went to the master bedroom while Lars watched a football game on the twenty-five-inch color TV in the living room. Mae was sitting at the dresser, rubbing cold cream into her skin. She wore a pale green sleeping gown under a flowered robe. Mae smiled when she saw Penny in the mirror. "Yes, dear?" She plucked a tissue from a box.
"Mother-I want to talk privately with you. It's serious."
"Oh ... well, we're private here. What's the matter, baby?"
Penny sat on the edge of the bed behind her mother. They looked at each other in the mirror facing Mae. Penny pretended to be nervous and hesitant. She clasped and unclasped her hands in her lap. "Could-could I talk to you about sex?"
"Of course." But Mae's voice changed-became subtly formal. She rubbed her face vigorously with the tissue.
Penny wore only a thin pink mini-robe. She had just come from a shower. The ends of her long reddish-brown hair were damp. The robe clung to her wet skin in places-her nipples were obvious. Penny provocatively let her robe slip open and show her pussy. She said, "Well ... I like boys, and they like me, and when I go out on dates we do things sometimes."
Mae's voice came frozen: "What things?"
"Well ... kissing a lot, of course, and feeling a lot ... touching. They like to feel me up. I've got a nice body. These things...." Penny opened her robe and exposed her big, lovely breasts. Her nipples were vivid pink buttons. She palmed the underside of each breast and lifted slightly. "Boys just love to play with these."
"Penny! Cover yourself! You mustn't-You mustn't talk that way. You mustn't let boys take liberties with your body!"
"But-"
"You must have self-respect and dignity. Sex is not a nice thing for a respectable girl to-to permit. One thing leads to another."
"I know. I touch boys, when they touch me."
"What-what do you mean?"
"I feel their ... their pricks."
"Penny! Never use dirty words like that! You should be ashamed of yourself. And decent girls do not touch boys there! Never! That's disgusting!"
"I guess I know what you'll have to say about sucking, in that case." Penny clinically watched her mother's reflection.
Mae seemed frozen. "Have you done it? You mustn't EVER DO IT!"
"Why not?"
"Penny! How can you ever think of putting a boy's thing in your mouth? It's revolting! Have you?"
Penny smiled and avoided answering. "I do like to get my hands on them. It feels funny when they grow."
"Oh, no ... you mustn't!"
"Don't you and Lars play around with each other? Don't you ever do things with his thing?"
"No! Lars is a gentleman. We never indulge in perversions." Mae's lips pressed together. She avoided Penny's curiously mocking gaze.
Penny sighed. "I knew you'd react this way." She was sad.
"I am old-fashioned, dear, and I'm proud of it. I expect you to behave properly, too. You are not to go out with boys, from now on, if you have had intimate touchings with them."
"Mother!"
"And I must know-have you ... sucked?"
"Once. I could lie to you, Mother, but I'm being honest. I wish you'd be honest with me."
"I am, dear! Believe me, sucking is something I would never do! And I do not want you to ever try it again!"
Penny slumped. She sent Mae a scathing, contemptuous look. "Thank you for your time." She stood up and started for the door.
"Penny!" Mae half turned on the padded bench before her makeup table. But Penny did not respond. She went out into the hall. Mae watched her daughter go with a mixture of relief and alarm ... a sense of failure and guilt. She looked at herself in the mirror and began to cry.
CHAPTER FIVE
Penny went directly to Peter's room. She walked in without knocking. He was in bed reading a sex book. His right hand was under the covers, obviously fondling his cock. At the abrupt opening of his door he had jerked guiltily, but relaxed when he saw it was his sister.
Penny's eyes were snapping with anger. "I just got the old runaround from Mom! I really gave her a chance and she blew it! She pretended to be oh-so-pure. An ice-cream prick wouldn't melt in her mouth."
Peter laughed. "What did you expect? She's a phony. At least Lars is an honest bastard. He told me something about Mom and him and Dad."
"What?" Penny was instantly curious. She shut the door quickly and came to his bed. She climbed in beside him. Her pink mini-robe gaped enticingly. The sash loosened, permitting an unobstructed view of her naked loins. The top gaped and showed almost all her fully rounded left breast. Peter could not resist. He put aside his book and slipped his right hand into her robe and spread his fingers over her soft, warm flesh. Her nipple seemed to pop up between his first and second fingers.
Penny arched her back and smiled and sighed for a long second. She said, "Breasts are for feeling."
"Eating, too." He turned and pulled her robe open further till he had uncovered her right breast. He mouthed its stiffening nipple.
Penny sighed again. "Ummra." Her right hand seemed to automatically go to his hard belly and slip down under the covers to his rigid cock. She rubbed its length with her open palm. She murmured, "Now what did Lars say?"
Peter took his mouth from her nipple. His hand moved down her body-opening her pink robe completely-and eased onto the V of her brown-fuzzed mound. His middle ringer became inquisitive. Peter recounted the conversation he had had with Lars in the den.
Penny listened attentively as Peter talked. When he finished, she said angrily. "So she did get rid of Dad! She just had to have that blond, blue-eyed caveman!"
Peter nodded. "Maybe we ought to give her more of what she loves so much!"
"How?"
"Maybe humiliate her-force her to do something awful...."
"What?"
Peter grinned dirty. "I've got an idea. I'm going to try it out in a couple of days."
"What? Tell me!"
"Nope. I'll tell you if it works. It'll give you ideas if it does. Then you can try it with her."
Penny was furious. "Tell me ... or we won't do anything together tonight-or any night!" She closed her brief, revealing robe with both hands. She pushed Peter's hand from her crotch.
Peter gave in. "Okay, okay." Grinning, he lowered his voice and half whispered his plan.
Penny's eyes sparkled. "Wowee. If you can make her do that ... Canyou be strong enough? Can you be tough and hard like Lars?"
"I can sure try."
"I wish I could be a mouse in the corner and watch. What day are you going to do it?"
"Monday, I guess."
"I'll race home after school for the scam." Penny smiled. "What a groovy idea!" She shifted on the bed and let her robe fall open again. She reached over and pushed the covers away from Peter's very large cock. She handled his erection. She pumped it a few times. She asked, "How much did you say Lars has?"
"Seven and an eighth inches."
"I still say this is bigger! Let me measure!" Penny hopped off his bed and went to his study desk. She found a short, eight-inch metal ruler calibrated on one side in millimeters. She returned and set about pumping Peter's cock again. "We have to get it as hard as it can get."
"Suck it, then."
"Just enough to get it up to maximum-otherwise it'll spit all over and get minimum." Peggy giggled and took the end of it into her mouth. She sucked and used her tongue. Peter rested his head back on his propped-up pillow. His mouth opened and he began to breathe erratically. After a half minute, Penny lifted her mouth from his cock. She licked saliva from her lips. "That's enough, dear brother."
She held his cock up from his belly and positioned the eight-inch ruler. She seated it on his pubic bone. His cock was longer than the ruler. Penny said, "I told you! Oh, wow! You've got about eight and a quarter inches."
"Yeah, I guess!" Peter grinned. "You think Mom'll be impressed?"
Penny's eyes widened. She covered her mouth with a hand and burst into irrepressible giggles. She rolled on the bed. Peter laughed and hugged her. "Shhh! You'll have her in here if you don't keep quiet."
Penny mastered herself. She swallowed hard and stifled another attack. "If she saw us now!"
Penny was in her brother's arms. Her short robe was wide open. They were pressed breasts to chest, pussy to cock. He was lying on her. Peter kissed her on the mouth. Penny opened her warm lips and accepted his tongue. She leisurely put her arms around his neck. She moved under him. She opened her legs. Peter's heavy cock was burning into her belly. Penny was itchy inside; there was a kind of aching hunger she couldn't satisfy. Feeling her brother's long, fat, hard cock there was a form of torture. Penny sent her hot tongue deep into his mouth. She moaned and squirmed under him. Her large, glowing breasts were like warm, spongy melons.
Peter was getting extremely aroused. He and Penny had never gotten into this position before. His cock slipped sidewise and then dropped stiffly into her crotch. The throbbing length of it pressed against her slit.
Penny inhaled sharply at that sensual, tempting contact. Her head swam. She tightened her arms around his neck. She tore her mouth free. "Oh, Peter ... I wish...."
"You better not wish. You better stay a virgin."
She tightened against him. Her legs closed and imprisoned his long cock between her slim thighs, in the small gap at her crotch. Penny was breathing deeply. She kissed his neck and left ear. She undulated against his shaft. Her loose, puffed, wet pussy lips spread against his thickness and his length was grazed against her sensitive inner labia. Her stiff little clitoris seemed to jump against his hardness. Peter didn't see anything critically dangerous about this action. He cooperated-he began fucking in and out of her crotch groove.
Penny gasped. "Oooo, I'm going to come this way...." She undulated with his moves. The big head of his cock was rubbed into her hot, juicy vulva, then it sank down the length of her slit and past the lips to her spasming anal sphincter ... and on to press into the softness of the quilt. His glans deposited a drop of secretion with each exciting thrust down to the bed cover. Penny ran her hands over Peter's lean, hard-muscled back. "I wish I could have it in me!"
"I don't have anything. I don't have a rubber. But even if I did-" He continued fucking her now slippery crotch. Her juices were leaking down and also smearing his shaft.
"I almost don't care!" Penny sought his mouth. Her lips were heated, soft, sweet. They spread greedily and her tongue flicked in to find his. She undulated like a snake under him. Their bellies and her breasts became slippery with sweat. Her nipples were like pebbles. The bed creaked softly. Penny gasped as if in discovery. She trembled. "Oh-do it faster!"
Peter slipped himself a bit higher on her writhing body. He pressed down in swifter thrusts and angled so that his shaft rubbed more directly against her clitoris.
Penny quivered. "Oh, Peter, it's so good!"
He panted, "Suck me afterward?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!" She hugged him tight-tighter! Her loins jerked madly. She pressed her face against his shoulder and filled her mouth with muscle to keep her involuntary sounds muffled. Penny bit into his shoulder as her orgasm surged to its peak in her thrashing body.
Peter gritted his teeth but kept plunging-rubbing the long hard length of his cock against her crushed, yet open vulva. Penny gradually quieted. Her teeth relaxed. She seemed to melt into the quilt under his sweaty body. Penny smiled, a little embarrassed. "I never knew it could be done that way." She ran her fingers through Peter's long, disarrayed hair. She brushed brown strands away from his eyes, nose, mouth. His face was flushed.
Peter levered himself sideways off her. He lay on his side facing her. His cock was enormous and rigid. It lay pulsing across his right hip, the silky glans buried in a fold of quilt. He reached to a Danish bedside chair and picked up the white t-shirt he had worn earlier in the evening. He wiped the sweat from Penny's breasts, the deep, dewy valley between, her belly, her inner thighs. Then he wiped his own body.
Penny said, "I wish sometime I could really let myself go and really enjoy coming, without having to keep quiet!"
"We'll have chances, especially this summer."
She nodded. "I'd like to do things like this with you every night. Daytimes, too."
"You'd wear me out." Peter touched Penny's right nipple. It had softened and sunk down into the surrounding pink areola.
"I'll bet! I'll bet I could jack you off-and even suck you off a dozen times a day, and you'd still be able to get hard and squirt some more."
"I wouldn't mind trying that sometime."
"Fat chance we'll ever get the chance." Penny reached for his throbbing cock. "I have something to do, don't I?" She exaggeratedly licked her lips.
Peter nodded, grinning.
"Well, then ... time for my drink of white stuff." She flipped her long hair out of the way and then moved so that her head and shoulders were over his belly and loins. Her right arm angled at rest on his stomach and hip.
Penny held his tall cock straight up from its brown nest. She experimentally licked the white skin from the base to the crown.
She studied his glans and tried to peek down into the small opening at the tip. She said, "I see light at the end of the tunnel."
"If you do, I'm in trouble." They both laughed.
Penny moved her head back to his belly button and rested her head there, her ear pressed to his stomach. "I hear strange rumblings."
"Just the plumbing doing its job." Peter wanted her to suck and stop playing around.
Penny drew his rigid cock back toward his thighs, and let it go. It flopped stiffly, heavily forward to his belly, landing with a soft smack in front of her eyes. It lay jerking with his heartbeat. Penny flopped his cock that way twice more. She lifted it again and began slowly pumping the skin. From her head-down view, so close to it, his cock seemed enormous. "You must have the biggest one in school."
"I don't know. Maybe."
"I'll bet you do. Eight and a quarter inches. Wow." A drop of clear secretion had appeared at the tip of his cock.
Penny unselfconsciously directed the glans to her mouth and delicately licked the drop. "Umm. Nectar."
Peter grinned, slightly embarrassed. Penny was a wild, bold, incredible girl. She kept surprising him.
She said, "I think I'll start asking some girls the biggest one they've ever measured." She pumped Peter's cock faster. More secretion was brought to the tip of his cock. She licked it. She whispered, "I wonder what this would feel like inside me? Do you think I could take it?"
Peter didn't know what to say. He kept silent and enjoyed her pumping hand.
"We're from the same mold. We're twins-so I bet I've got a vagina long enough to hold this. I bet I'm the female equivalent of you."
"Could be." Peter felt a coiling glow of pleasure in his guts.
Penny watched his cock as she stroked the skin up and down. "I guess it's time to suck, hmm?"
Peter nodded. "If you want to."
"I do. Isn't that awful? I really want to suck off my brother." She brought the head of her lips and eased her mouth around it. She pumped him, too. Slowly, at first, as she sucked his glans, then faster and faster, as she sensed his approaching climax. Peter's legs stiffened. His belly tightened under her head. His breathing speeded. Penny closed her eyes. Her tongue worked in circles. Her pumping fist regripped his swollen, extra-hard shaft. She moaned, sharing his excitement.
Peter's gasps became erratic. His hips seemed to draw down into the bed for an eternal second-then thrust up! His cock was driven deeper into Penny's mouth. It spurted! She whipped her hand up and down. She sucked! She whimpered as he jerked and thrust and spurted again and again. Penny's mouth was awash with bittersweet semen. Her tongue sluiced the stuff over the taut, sensitive tissues of his glans. His cock's spasming jumps eased. His hips stopped leaping. His suppressed moans became keening tenor gasps.
Penny drew her lips clingingly back and relinquished his glans. She gathered the semen in her mouth and swallowed. She laid her head on his belly. She idly kissed his belly button. "I discovered something. Sucking you off makes me all steamy inside again." Penny rolled her golden brown eyes to see Peter's face. She smiled sexily.
Peter shrugged. "Happy to help unsteam you." He pulled her up higher beside him, so he could reach her pussy. He kissed her big, plump right breast.
She said, "That'll be nice, but you should try something different." There was an odd tone in her voice, an odd inflection ... and a funny twist to her smiling lips.
"What?"
"Well ... I went down on you ... twice now ... so...." Penny let the implication hang in the air.
Peter knew he had to try it. He was obligated. The idea kind of turned him off, though. But he had to try it. Penny hadn't been the initiator of their sex games-he had. But now she was really coming on and going off in all directions. Peter said, "Okay. I guess I'll have a taste of clam juice."
He resumed kissing her breast. But he shift-ed lower on the bed, little by little. He ran his right hand along the tanned inner thigh of her right leg. His fingertips brushed the thin little pale brown beard that sprouted around her pink pussy lips. The hairs were damp. Penny opened her thighs wide. Her slit opened slightly, showing glistening inner pink. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and, as in the bushes the day before, scraped it lightly with his teeth.
Penny shivered with delight. She cupped the breast with both hands and arched her back, urging him to suck it more. But Peter wanted to get to the eating of her pussy. He was getting excited about it now. He had heard-and read-plenty about eating a girl. His reluctance vanished. He slipped lower and tongued her stomach. He tasted the salty deposit of dried sweat in the crease of skin under her breasts. He licked her stomach, which tensed and went soft under his mouth.
His fingers played with her pussy lips, tantalizing her. He touched her wet clitoris every few seconds, enough to cause a swift intake of breath and a disappointed sigh an instant later. Peter was curious. He wasn't sure exactly how to go about it. He asked, "Do you raise your legs or something?"
"I guess so." Penny drew her knees up and pulled them up against her breasts. Her pussy was totally exposed, open to anything, raised six inches off the bed.
Peter got into position facing it. It did look like a clam. He got his face very close. Penny was very clean. She had had a bath an hour earlier. He could see the hard little pink nub that was her clitoris. He stuck out his tongue and licked into the flushed pink groove. It tasted a little bit acidy. But not bad. And the flesh was silky and warm and dainty. He licked his tongue over her clitoris.
Penny gave a rising-falling little moan. Her anal muscles tightened and caused the lower part of her slit to move. Peter folded his hands under his chin and started licking into her slit with a vengeance. Penny's inner thigh muscles jumped. She sighed and said unevenly, "Oh, God, Peter ... it's fantastic. It's like fizzy cream."
He delved his tongue lower, to her vaginal lips-that inner mouth-and touched the hymen. He licked all around inside, tasting the more tangy secretions. The back of his tongue stung with strain and his jaw began to tire. He wasn't used to licking this much, nor extending his tongue so far for so long. Peter swallowed accumulated saliva and rested for a few seconds. He said, "I need practice."
"I know ... your jaw gets tired, doesn't it? Mine does when I suck you."
Peter decided to stick to her clit. She'd come off quicker and it was easier to do her there. He started lapping up and down in her groove, over that sensitive little bump of flesh. Penny moaned again ... sighing with pleasure.
It didn't take long. Soon her sounds were muffled and urgent. Her mouth was pressed against a knee. Her fingers gripped fiercely under her thighs as she trembled on the brink of an orgasm. Her pussy was flushed, the tissues charged with blood, puffed and wet with slippery juice. Under Peter's rapid tongue, her clitoris was a stiff, rubbery little polyp of flesh, electric with tension.
Penny was panting. Her nostrils flared with each hungry surge of air. She bucked under his mouth. He pressed his lips firmly to her slit and fluttered his tongue as fast as he could. Penny made "Mmmm-Mmmm-MM MM!" sounds in her throat. She quivered ecstatically.
Peter kept his mouth glued to her pussy until she quieted, which was at least a long minute later. Then her hands relaxed and her legs fell limply across his shoulders. Her arms were flung loosely wide, palms up. Penny sighed deeply and often, smiling, as Peter disengaged himself from her legs and moved up beside her on the bed. He lay on his stomach.
She said softly, "Grooooooovy."
Peter grinned. "Coming is our most important product.
"I'll buy that." Penny stretched, yawned, arched her back, thrust up her large, lovely young breasts, and sighed again.
Peter said, "You're right, by the way."
"What way?"
"Sucking makes a person hot." He turned over. He bad a tremendous erection.
'Oh, ho-ho. This could go on forever. If I suck you off again...."
"Just use your hand. It's getting late and we've got school tomorrow."
"Umm. Let's see if you've got much left to squirt." She sat up and crossed her legs in a lotus position. She reached for his long, stiff cock. Peter closed his eyes and relaxed as she began to stroke him. Long, slow strokes ... up and down ... up and down ... the full length of his shaft. Good-good ... He moved his hand to her open crotch. He idly found her clit and began rubbing it with a fingertip. Penny whispered, "Oh, boy!" She gradually speeded her pumping hand.
A few moments later she was leaning forward over her widespread knees, both hands wrapped around his huge cock, pumping him as fast as she could, gasping with effort and from the rippling orgasm that was flooding through her body from his exquisitely sliding fingertip in her pussy.
Peter was in his heaven. A scalding pleasure was erupting in his loins. He stiffened. His cock felt monstrously big and steel hard. His sister's gripping hands were flying up and down. A sob was torn from his throat. A thin spume of semen flew up from his cock. A smaller, weaker spurt followed. Peter's young face twisted with pleasure agony. More semen pulsed out of his cock. Penny watched, gasping, and pumped furiously, not stopping until his shaky hand touched her jerking wrists.
Brother and sister were silent, breathing hard. Then Penny lethargically took a small wad of tissues from her robe pocket and wiped Peter's semen-spotted belly, and her hands. She said wonderingly, "God, sex is fun!"
"It sure is."
"I wonder why grown-ups are so afraid of it?"
"Dunno. I think they're all crazy, anyhow."
"Probably ... like Mother."
"Yeah. Her."
"You still going to try it?"
Peter nodded. "Tuesday or Wednesday."
"Wow." Penny kissed him on the lips. "I'm sleepy now. Sex is a good way to zonk yourself for a solid eight or nine hours." She left the bed and closed her wrinkled robe as she headed for the door. "G'night."
Peter half waved. "G'night."
CHAPTER SIX
Lars disgustedly switched off the TV and walked through the house to the master bedroom. As he entered, Mae was just settling into bed with a copy of the latest Seductive Confessions. Lars started to undress. "They lost. Stupid coach tried a field goal from forty-five yards on fourth down and half a yard to go!"
Mae made a sympathetic noise. She put aside her magazine.
Lars shucked off his pants. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Get that green thing you're wearing off and get ready for me. I feel like fucking the shit out of you tonight."
He dropped his briefs and displayed a half-hard cock. He smiled lewdly and peeled off his undershirt. He walked into the bathroom and didn't bother to close the door. In the bathroom he turned on the shower and for a moment admired his thick, heavily muscled chest, shoulders and arms in the mirror. He winked at his reflection, turned and stepped into the stall. Four minutes later Lars emerged from the bathroom, rubbing a big purple towel between his thick thighs.
Mae had taken off her pale green sleeping gown and her sleeping bra. She lay passively between the green-and-white checkered sheets. Her breasts were covered. Her arms lay on the fuzzy red blanket. She watched Lars approach the bed. Her fingers plucked nervously at the blanket nap.
He stood with his knees pressed against her side of the mattress. His thick, bludgeon-like cock hung down from its wiry blond nest. He waited. "Come on, you know what I want!"
Mae frowned and shifted sideways toward him. She reached up gingerly with her left hand and took hold of his cock. Mae averted her eyes and played finger-hand games with the hardening, lengthening organ.
Lars narrowed his blue eyes. He stood with his hands on hips. "Now suck it!"
She made a complaining sound, but obediently shifted to one elbow on her side and brought her mouth close to the small heart-shaped, purplish glans. Mae licked it.
"Suck!"
"I told Penny doing this wasn't right. Just tonight I told her not ever to do it." Mae dropped her hand from his cock.
"What a bunch of bullshit you hand out. Sucking a man is part of what a woman is good for.
She ought to be good at it if she wants to hold a man. Nowdays every guy in the world expects it."
"It's disgusting."
"That's why you love to be made to do it, huh?" Lars chuckled and seized her short, straight brown hair. He pulled her face up against his cock. His shaft pressed against her cheek, his scrotum dangled against her chin. Her nose was pressed into his damp pubic hair. Lars rubbed her face against his hard cock. He pushed her head back a few inches and let the glans wobble before her mouth.
Tears were gathering in the corners of Mae's eyes. She had a helpless, abject look. She opened her mouth slightly. Her lips quivered. Lars pressed the glans into her mouth. He still had his fingers clenched in her hair. He grated, "Use your tongue! God dammit, why do I have to tell you what to do each time?"
He vindictively pulled her head toward his loins and drove his cock deep into her mouth, to the back of her throat. Mae gagged. Her palate convulsed. She tried to pull back. Lars let go.
Mae buried her face in her pillow. She sobbed quietly. "I hate it."
"Bullshit. Don't try to con me. Lie to yourself and the twins if you want, but not me. I know you too good."
Lars then demanded: "How come you and Penny were talking about sucking?"
"She-she asked about s-sex. She wanted to know how to act with boys."
"I can imagine what you told her. She's one hell of a built girl." Lars' eyes softened with thought. "Got your tits already."
"She's too well developed."
"Huh." Lars pushed his left hand under Mae's large, yielding left breast. He cupped its size and weight with spread fingers. "It's these things that grabbed my eyes when I met you. Penny carries hers like she's glad she's got 'em." He squeezed Mae's breast but was looking at the wall ... seeing Penny in his mind.
"I don't want you looking at her."
"You don't tell me what to look at!" Lars dragged the covers away from Mae's naked body. He climbed onto the bed and hauled her onto her back and forced her legs apart. He knelt between and reached out to maul her large, heaving breasts. He pinched her big, stimulated nipples. "You love this kind of treatment. I love giving it to you. That's why we're happy. That's why you 'let' me move in last year."
"No-"
"If I turned softie you'd order me out. You'd hate me for not being tough and dominating." He sank strong fingers deep into her soft breasts. He twisted cruelly and brought a twist of pain to her slack, open-mouthed face. Lars took his left hand from her right breast and pressed it between her thighs to her crotch. He eased his middle finger between her pussy lips. He smiled. "You can't lie to your body, and your cunt doesn't lie. You're wet as a sponge."
He delved his finger up and down in her juicy slit. He poked it deep into her vagina. His fingertip reached the mouth of her cervix. He tickled it. Mae inhaled sharply. She squirmed. Lars took his finger out of her. He came down on her. He pulled her knees up. His cock probed blindly for entrance. She suffered his weight gladly. She strainod for breath. She waited, secretly impatient, for him to get inside.
Lars found her wet slit and within it her vaginal mouth. His cock stretched her opening as it shouldered into her cunt. He grunted with satisfaction as he forced a shaky moan from her by his massive invading thrust. He said, "Lots of hard meat down there, uh?"
"Yes...."
Lars wrestled her legs up onto his broad shoulders. He doubled her up. His thick cock sank farther into her belly. He felt the spasming cervix against his glans, and he drove it up and back.
Mae moaned and clutched his tensed white buttocks with reaching, clawing hands. "What do you want?"
She pressed her face against his neck. His slightly stubbly beard abrazed her cheek. She whispered, shaking, "Fuck me."
"What?"
"Fuck me, darling." She mouthed the words fiercely next to his ear. "Fuck the shit out of me!" Her eyes were shut tight. The light in the room was still on.
Lars chuckled with satisfaction. He reared back and thrust his thick, long cock down into her gaping, bright-pink vulva. He was able to bury his cock all the way. She was tight and hot and juicy, and she spasmed inside when he reached the six-and-a-half-inch depth. That wonderful little spasm made fucking Mae a pure delight. He hadn't found anything just like it in any other woman. Lars pounded down into her. He braced himself on his hands and used his powerful athlete's back and buttock muscles to lever his thrusts from his toes.
Mae made whispery amazed-delighted "Ooo" sounds in his ear. Lars began to puff. He had that tingling glow in his cock that meant a terrific release was building up, but his back was aching. He resented having to do all the work, while Mae lay on her back and enjoyed it all. Lars stopped. He let her legs drop off his shoulders. He pulled out.
Mae opened her eyes, frowning. "Did you finish so soon? I didn't feel-"
"No, I didn't finish. Saving that for your mouth." He watched the flicker of excited disgust and repressed resistance in her eyes. He straddled her chest and leaned over her, until his stiff cock hung down and jostled against her left cheek. Lars bunched the pillow under her head until her head was raised to the proper position. His cock wobbled against her jaw. He grasped the top of the headboard. He looked down. "Now, bitch, open those sweet lips and start sucking!"
"Do you have to use me this way?"
"Yes. I like it." He waited, his hard eyes making her look away. Mae gently took his cock and guided it into her soft, warm mouth. Her tongue slowly slithered along the underside of his glans. Lars smiled faintly and watched. His hips began a gradual, gentle thrusting of his cock deeper into her mouth. Only his hips moved, pivoting on his lower spine and hip-thigh joints.
Mae's eyes softened and fluttered closed. She sucked and let her fingers cup his scrotum. She abandoned herself to the act of pleasing him. Her nostrils flared delicately. Her cheeks and jaws and neck muscles flexed with her sensual activity.
Imperceptibly, Lars's gentle thrusts of cock became more forceful and deeper. Soon he was sliding his smallish glans and three inches of his thick shaft past her straining lips. Mae put her hands around the base of his shaft. As he withdrew those inches, she let her hands draw the skin up toward the glans. As he thrust deep into her mouth, her hands drew the skin back and pressed against his thick blond mat of pubic hair. The shameful, half-frightening hot bulk slid in and out of her mouth, and she both loved and hated it.
Lars took one hand from the headboard and dropped it behind him to her loins. He continued fucking her mouth as he explored her crotch. He found her slit oozing juice. He dug his finger into her vulva and stroked up over her vibrant clitoris. Mae undulated against his hand. She sucked his thrusting cock more ardently. She began a triple speed pumping of his shaft with both hands.
Lars grunted with swiftly mounting pleasure. He plunged his finger into her vagina. Her cunt was slimy hot inside, and seemed to cling as tightly to his finger as her mouth clung to the end of his cock. Mae's head jerked with his panting thrusts and her own fast double-handed stroking of his massively thick cock. Lars' mouth was drawn open in a pleasure grimace. He was grunting with each thrust into her working mouth. He was close to spurting ... closer.
Lust-inspired, he inserted his thumb into her wet, loose vulva, too, and fiendishly grasped her swollen clitoris. Mae jerked and gave a high-pitched moan around the thick, hard length of his cock buried in her mouth. Her eyes widened and her hands tightened on the base of his shaft. She sucked even more fiercely. Lars gasped and tried to thrust even more into her mouth. His glans butted against the back of her throat. The surrounding muscles rippled and clenched softly on the head. The root of her tongue flexed against the underside of the glans.
He ruthlessly pinched her clitoris. Mae stiffened. She sucked a half-strangled chestful of air past his massive cock. Lars was in a limbo of intense, frozen pleasure-a glorious moment of sensation just previous to orgasm. Mae's hands seemed to milk his shaft She permitted his glans to stay far back in her mouth where it continued to trigger gagging throat spasms.
Lars forgot her clitoris. His fingers went lax in her slit. He began a swift, husky panting between clenched teeth. His cock seemed to leap deeper into her mouth and jet semen in a solid stream. She managed to close her throat to the flow. Her tongue whipped madly. Her eyes were clenched tight shut. A deep red congestion of blood flushed her face and neck. Mae endured his spurting until her mouth was overflowing. He had an amazing amount of semen.
She finally pulled her straining mouth from his cock and swallowed desperately. She pressed her face to his left thigh as she kept on pumping his dribbling, slab-like cock. Drops of white stuff dripped down onto her left shoulder and breast. She panted with excitement and to feed her starved lungs.
Lars stopped her hand. He sat back on her belly. He was very heavy on her. Her guts hurt. He sighed with satisfaction. "Very good." He moved off her and lay flat on his back on the bed. "Wipe me."
Mae went into the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth. She carefully wiped his softened cock, milked it gently for any remaining semen, wiped again, and went back into the bathroom. There, she wiped her shoulder and breast clean. She rinsed her mouth with a commercial mouthwash. She showered. When she emerged from the bathroom again, Lars was under the covers, asleep.
Mae had not been satisfied. Her clitoris was throbbing itchily. She watched Lars carefully. He was breathing deeply, his left arm cradling his head. The harsh lines in his face were softened and relaxed in sleep. She crept to her dresser and carefully pulled open the lowest drawer. She reached in under some old pajamas and took out a long, square brown cardboard box.
Glancing apprehensively at Lars, she crept back into the bathroom. There, she locked the door and sat on the toilet seat. She opened the box and revealed a long, thick, soft, flesh-colored plastic dildo. It was crudely molded in the shape of a penis. It was nine-and-a-quarter inches long. She had intercepted a sex brochure months before, addressed to her husband, and had been astounded at the devices advertised. After weeks of hesitation she had ordered the dildo. It was called "The Woman Killer."
Mae kept glancing at the bathroom door, to assure herself it was still locked. She listened tensely for sounds in the house. She licked her lips nervously and took the long, heavy implement from its nest of tissue. Mae had used it only three times, each time Lars had not satisfied her. This was the fourth time. She stood, got Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, greased the shaft, and settled down on the toilet seat again. She spread her legs and used one hand to open her pussy lips. Her breath came in deep, excited inhalations.
Mae positioned the egg-sized head of the dildo and twisted and worked it into herself. She began to blink rapidly. She reached up and switched off the bathroom light. In the total darkness, she grasped the last few inches of the dildo with both hands and pulled it deep into her cunt. A low groan escaped her. Her belly quivered. She worked herself lower, till her buttocks were closer to the front edge of the toilet seat. She opened her thighs still further. She pulled the dildo even more deeply. She held it at maximum penetration. Her insides spasmed.
The edge of her gripping right hand was pressing into her gaping vulva. The tensed muscle beside the knuckle of her little finger was touching her exposed, hard clitoris. Mae's throat tightened. She rubbed her clitoris in that way, turning and twisting the dildo, stirring the massive length in her belly, sliding the edge of her hand over the slick sensitivity of her peanut-sized clitoris. Her mouth hung open. She gasped deep and fast. She slowly tensed-her head lowered till her chin was pressed between her full breasts. She hunched forward.
Mae shuddered in the darkness and slowly relaxed. Her breathing quieted. Her hands loosened on the end of the dildo ... then fell away to hang, swaying. The dildo remained buried in her, moving minutely to the continuing minor spasms of her cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Penny entered Peter's room the next morning. She wore a green plaid skirt, a white blouse, and carried her school books and loose-leaf binder. Her red-brown hair hung straight, controlled by bobby pins.
Peter was still in bed. He grinned.
Penny made a wondering face. "You really going to try it this morning?"
"Sure. I said I would."
Penny sat on the edge of his bed. "I'll bet you don't. I'll bet you turn chicken at the last minute."
"All I have to do is think of Dad and what we saw and heard."
Penny nodded and sobered. "Yeah." Her full young lips tightened.
Peter pushed the covers down to expose his nakedness. "Want to help a little? Give me a hard-on."
Penny grinned wickedly. "Okay, but I bet you don't keep it very long." She put her books aside and reached for his soft cock. She fondled it and flipped it. Impulsively, she bent over and stuffed it all into her mouth. She tongued and sucked.
Peter whispered, "Hey ... good!"
Penny felt his cock begin to swell. She giggled and tried to keep it all. But it expanded-bigger and thicker and longer. She gave up the struggle. She concentrated on the big glans. The shaft lengthened dramatically. She held his cock with both hands and sucked on the glans. After a minute his cock was as hard as it could get. She lifted her mouth away and released it. It flopped stiffly, heavily, agaisnt his flat, white belly. The mauve glans rested at least an inch above his belly button, almost blending with the tanned skin there. Penny patted his hard-on with her hand. "Mission accomplished." She raised incredulous brown eyes to his. "Are you really going to do it?"
"Tune in after school and find out."
"Wow-if you can!" She put her hand on his stomach. "Don't you have butterflies here?"
Peter nodded. His assured smile turned a little sick. "I keep telling myself-Remember the picnic."
"Um-hmm!" Penny leaned far forward and kissed him on the lips. "I'll tell her now, then run off to school." She squeezed his cock, smiled encouragingly, picked up her books and things, and left his room.
Penny went into the kitchen. Mae wore a pink robe over her sleeping gown. She was buttering toast. The breakfast table was set for three. Lars had left for work a half hour earlier. There were bowls of puffed rice with milk and sliced peaches waiting for Penny and Peter.
Penny said, "Mom, I think Peter's sick. I just looked in on him and he was still in bed and he said he had an upset stomach."
"Oh...." Mae skidded her chair back. "I'll go look at him. Eat your breakfast."
"I have to go now. I'm meeting Joyce Adams at the cafeteria early. We're a committee of two to decide on decorations for the dance." Penny daintily picked up a slice of peach and dropped it into her mouth. "I'll get some raisin mush at school."
Mae looked-skeptical. "More like raisin pastry."
"Oh, Mother!" Penny headed for the front door. She grinned and shivered as she left the house. Boy-if Peter could pull it off!
* * *
Mae went into the hall bathroom and took the thermometer from the top shelf of the medicine cabinet. She took it from its black plastic tube and was shaking it down when she knocked once on Peter's door and entered. "Peter?" She took two steps into his room before she saw what he was doing.
Her son was lying in bed, at least naked to the waist, only a sheet covering him from there on down to where the single blanket was bunched at his knees. He was fondling himself under the sheet!
Mae stopped and gasped, "PETER! Stop that!"
He jerked his hand away and out from under the sheet. He pressed both hands down against his hips. This action-accidental of course, Mae thought instantly-tightened the sheet over his middle. His massive erection was sharply outlined.
Mae stared. She faltered. She had not seen Peter's genitals in years. Not since he had begun to develop. She dragged her eyes away from that incredibly long bulge. "Penny-Penny said...." She had to face up to what he had been doing when she entered. Mae stood at the foot of his bed and looked fiercely at a point on the headboard just to the right of his ear. "Peter, it isn't ... it isn't good for you to play with yourself. You have to resist the temptation."
Peter was very nervous. "I guess so, but I get hard all the time, Mom. I mean, all the time!"
"Well, of course, you're young."
"I've always got it, though. I think something's wrong with me."
Mae's gaze was lured to his middle again. She couldn't believe it! "Nonsense, Peter!"
"But it's so big ... it's bigger by a lot than any of the guys I see in gym at school, in the showers."
Mae's chest felt constricted, as if an iron skin had been grown on her in the last few seconds.
She stood frozen, the thermometer forgotten in her right hand.
Peter licked his lips. He watched her. He swallowed. "See?" He flipped the sheet away.
Mae gave a small cry as his huge cock was revealed to her. She swayed. "Cover yourself!"
Peter started to, then stopped. "No! I want you to see it and tell me if I'm normal or not."
"I'm sure you are, Peter." Her voice trembled slightly. Her eyes roved the length of his naked cock. Bigger-bigger than Lars! Fifteen years old and he's got more than Lars! Almost as big as-She compared Peter's hard, throbbing cock to the dildo she had used the night before.
Peter became more confident. His mouth firmed. "I get sick sometimes if I don't-you know-masturbate. I try not to do it, but like this morning-I woke up and there it was, all big and hard, and sort of achy. I ache if I don't do something when it gets this bad. I get sick to my stomach, like now."
Mae could only nod and drag her eyes away. She met Peter's brown eyes and found a disturbing strength there. She looked away-the window. She said automatically, "But self-abuse is never...."
Peter overrode her. "I think I've got a fever from it now." He had noted the thermometer. "Take my temperature."
Mae was afraid to walk around the bed to him. An icky apprehension slimed the pit of her stomach. She stood, almost gasping, puzzling over her anxiety. Peter is my son. Peter is my SON!
"Take my temperature, Mom!"
"I don't think-"
"Come on, take my temperature! I've probably got a fever from this!" His eyes were hard, his voice commanding.
Mae shivered. She found herself moving around to his side. She kept her eyes rigidly on his chin. But her inner eyes were on the massive erection she saw in the corner of her vision.
A glitter of success and power came to Peter's eyes as she approached. It was easy! He patted the bed at his hip. "Sit down!"
"P-please cover yourself ... Please."
"Sit down here, Mom! Sit down!"
"Peter, it isn't right...." She sat on the very edge of the bed, only one buttock supporting her. Her hand trembled visibly as she put the thermometer in his mouth. Her other hand unconsciously gripped her robe closed at her throat.
Peter asked around the thermometer, "Wha d-you thinsh wrong wi me?" His eyes guided her eyes to his cock.
"N-nothing, dear. You're only ... only growing up. Teenage boys often have ah excess of ... of virility at your age ... and they have to learn to channel that sexual energy into other areas."
Mae found herself watching the tiny jerkings of his huge organ. It rested aslant his belly, pointing at her! She compared the differences between her son's giant cock to that of Lars' very big one. She was continually amazed at its size. Peter's belly was so flat and muscular, his hips so lean and bony. The big head of his cock actually extended out beyond his hipbone! What a terribly big thing to shove into a woman! Mae closed her eyes. She shivered. She became lost in shameful sexual images. Horrible thoughts welled up from the "dirty" part of her mind. She hated them.
Mae started when Peter touched her a moment later. He pointed to the thermometer. She took it from his mouth with a still shaking hand. As she tried to concentrate on the reading she noted that his erection had softened a bit. For some reason she felt safer, less threatened. She shifted and sat fully on the bed. Mae told herself she was being foolish. Peter was only fifteen years old. She was his mother. But a hysterical anxiety bubbled in the sewer of her mind. She managed to focus her eyes and mind on the thermometer reading. "You're perfectly normal, dear."
"No, I'm not normal, Mom! I've got this lousy ache down here...." He handled his cock. He held it up. It surged with renewed growth.
Mae's eyes could not resist. An odd fluttering began in her belly. She said, "Most men would be envious of you, dear. They'd s-say...."
"What, Mom? What would they say if they saw how big I am?"
"They'd-they'd probably wish they had one as big."
"But it still aches. It aches every day if I don't masturbate. That isn't right, is it? It isn't normal."
Mae didn't answer. He was slowly-slowly-working the skin up and down ... up and down ... up and down ... She watched, almost hypnotized. The skin fluted up over the big purplish-pink head, then was drawn down till the skin was taut and smooth and the upper five inches of shaft was in bold, perfect tension ... Then his gripping hand swept up the long, hard column till the head was covered again and the skin pouted closed over it. The thermometer dropped from Mae's fingers, forgotten.
"Mom ... Mom ... would you examine it and see if it's normal?"
"No ... Peter ... no...."
"But you're my mother. There's nothing wrong with you seeing it. There's nothing wrong with you looking at it. There's nothing wrong with you touching it."
"I-can't!"
"There's nothing wrong with a mother examining her son's body to see if he's okay, is there?"
"No, but...." Mae was confused. Her right hand moved slightly toward his naked hip.
"It'll just be an examination! There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
She whispered, "But you're so grown up-there. You're so big." Her hand shifted another inch.
Peter saw the small moves. He grinned. "C'mon, Mom! Take a hold of it! Look at it real close! Tell me if it's normal!" He let go of his cock. It flopped and smacked meatily on his belly.
Mae's right hand rose in the air and gingerly approached his throbbing organ. Her hand was like a frightened animal making small, darting approaches and retreats. She snatched her trembling hand back at the last instant. She shook her head.
Peter became exasperated. "Mom, you're weird! I haven't got leprosy, have I? You're making a federal case out of nothing!" Peter grabbed her right wrist and guided her hand to his cock.
Mae gasped as if she was touching a fiery ingot when her palm contacted the hot, hard, rounded surface of his cock.
"Now look at it! Examine it!"
Mae felt helpless. Was she acting like a fool? Surely it couldn't be wrong for a mother ... If he hurt anywhere else-his foot-she wouldn't hesitate. She closed her ringers around his hot thickness. She could feel the hard pulse of his blood. His maleness was in her hand! Mae tried to make it an objective act, a doctor-like handling. She lifted it and forced herself to see all the details-the beautiful ivory coloring of the skin, the purplish veins, the beautiful tints of pink here and there ... the silky texture of the swollen glans ... even the small accumulation of secretion in the slightly gaping opening at the tip. "It looks all right, Peter." Her shaking voice betrayed her. She bit her tongue.
"Look at my balls, too! Maybe they're the problem."
Mae had the feeling of being sucked deeper and deeper into an impossible situation. It was surrealistic. But, she told herself, having gone this far ... She dipped a trembling hand into his crotch and lifted the blond-fuzzed sac of his balls. Mae had to shift more fully onto the bed. She used both hands to examine his warm scrotum. His balls moved within, avoiding or seeking the warmth of her palms and fingers. "They-they look fine."
"I still ache, though. Right now I ache like hell."
"I'm sorry, Peter. Maybe ... maybe you should relieve yourself once in a while ... if it's as bad-" Mae spoke as she avoided his eyes and avoided looking at his huge, throbbing cock. She searched distractedly for the thermometer in the folds of the sheet.
Suddenly Peter had grabbed her wrist again. He put her hand on his cock. "If you did it for me, Mom, you could tell if I'm normal that way." Their eyes locked for an instant. Peter's brown eyes were fierce with desire and power. Naked power.
Mae shivered. He knew her terrible weakness, her secret! She flushed beet red. Her hand stayed where he had placed it. A fiend in her mind capered with dirty joy. She pushed him down-out of sight! But her fingers slowly closed around Peter's thick cock. She whispered, "Maybe I could tell if...."
"If you helped me get rid of the ache!"
"Yes ... maybe ... then...." She knew she was fooling no one. Not herself. She couldn't say no if yes was said hard enough. Her will dissolved. Especially in sex. Sex ... with her son!
Mae sobbed. Her breath caught. She hung her head. She sat shaking, her right hand grasping Peter's massive cock. But not moving on him. She had to be further browbeaten-forced-to do that.
"Mother, move the skin up and down!"
Mae turned her face away ... and began a small movement of her hand.
"More than that! Come on! Faster! You know what to do!"
"Oh, Peter...." But she obeyed her son. Her hand tightened on his shaft and her hand swept up ... and down ... and up ... Mae wanted to watch her hand, but could not accept that much willing participation. She kept her head down and looking away ... and her eyes closed ... as a rhythm was set-as the bed creaked in time with her strokes. It was awful-shameful-what she was doing! But she continued to do it. I'm jacking off my son!
She heard Peter's shallow, quick breathing, and her own gasps. She felt the wonderful hardness in her grip, the incredible length, as her arm swept up and down. Mae existed for a moment in a kind of stasis-a nonthinking world of sounds and movement. Then she opened her eyes and saw in the corner of her eye the tension and lust in her son's young face as he stared raptly at what her arm and hand were doing for him.
She flushed again. She made her arm jerk up and down faster! She almost moaned with shame when Peter said, "God, Mom-Ummm, keep that up ... just like that!"
She kept it up. She heard and felt the signs of Peter's rapidly approaching climax. She turned her head away as far as possible. She closed her eyes tight. Mae flailed her arm up and down! She heard his ragged gasps-his cock was a hot, thick, vibrant bone in her tight, sliding grasp. Then his cock jerked in her grip-again!-again!-and she felt flowing semen on her hand, running down over her fingers.
She was panting with the exertion and still red-faced with humiliation. She continued pumping him until he whispered, "That's enough, Mom!"
She took her hand away. She held her hand away from her. Her fingers were drippy with semen. The smell was strong. Mae sat staring at her hand.
"Go wash your hands, Mom! And bring something to wipe me off!"
She obeyed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Penny rushed into Peter's room as soon as she got home from school. "What happened?" She saw Peter's grin. "You did it?"
He nodded. "Where's she now?"
"In the kitchen. Tell me!" Penny got on the bed and tucked her feet under her.
Peter was at his desk. He used one finger to flip a history book shut. He shifted his chair around. He was dressed in blue jeans and a blue striped shirt. He was barefoot. He leaned forward confidentially, still grinning. "It was easy!" He kept his voice low. "She just collapsed. All you have to do is give her orders. Be firm! Just like Lars!"
"Tell me what you said, and what she said, and what happened!"
Peter told Penny, almost word-for-word, motion-for-motion. He finished, "She went out of here in a fuckin' daze! I can do anything I want with her!"
"She really jacked you off? Really?" Penny searched his face for a sign of a put-on.
"I swear!" Peter couldn't suppress his continuing, triumphant grin. "It was out of sight! And Jesus-did I ever shoot! What a feeling that was!"
"God!" Penny said wonderingly. "God!"
"You can do it, too."
Penny's jaw dropped. "You mean a lesbian scene with my own mother?" She giggled.
"Why not? I'll bet you could make her do it."
"Oh, wow." Penny giggled again. She flushed slightly. "I don't know." She looked admiringly at Peter. "You really did it?"
"I told you! You want me to call her in here and jack me off again so you can watch?"
"Sure, go ahead!"
"Nope. It's your turn to do something. We've got to figure out what to do next. I don't think I can do anything with Mom again very soon. It blew her mind this morning. I have to give her time to get used to what happened ... sort of make up excuses for herself."
"Yeah, I guess." Penny reached out and patted the bulge of his cock in his pants. He obviously wore no underwear. His cock was distinctly outlined and warm to the touch. She said, "Anything left for me tonight?"
"I owe you something, I think." Peter reached and cupped one of her large breasts. He squeezed her blouse fondly. "I've been thinking a lot today. About you and Mom and Lars." His finger tapped against her bra-covered nipple. A swelling began. Penny subtly stuck out her chest in response.
She asked, "What about me?"
"Well, you've sucked me off twice so far, and I haven't gone down on you once yet."
"Oh ... I like that kind of thinking." Penny's eyes danced. "Something to look forward to for later."
"Why wait?"
"Mom might barge in. Lars will be coming home and he might want you to do something."
"I'll just give you a taste. I want to try it now."
"Wowee, brother, you're getting bold. Success has gone to your head."
Peter dropped his hand to her knee and slid it in under her skirt to her crotch. He finger-tipped her pussy through her pastel-green pantyhose. "Slip these off and lay back."
"Ohh, I'm tempted." Penny glanced at the door.
"Do it!"
She blinked and looked at him. Penny opened her mouth, closed it, and smiled. She rolled backward and freed her legs. She lifted her hips and hooked her thumbs under her panty waistband and wriggled them down off her hips. Peter helped slide them down her legs and off. Penny said, "If Mom sees me come out of here without these on!"
"Put them on again after!" Peter bunched the pair of pantyhose into a ball and pushed them into her blouse.
Penny was still on her back. "Go ahead, then, Mister Dictator!" She spread her legs wide on the bed. Her right leg hung off the bed at the knee.
Peter gazed at Penny's naked pussy. It pouted open slightly. There was a hint of wetness between the pink lips. A thin brown fuzz of hair framed the slit. He hitched his chair up against the bed. He leaned into the inviting V of her thighs. He kissed the smooth, evenly tanned skin and reached into her crotch to gently pull open her pussy lips.
Penny was up on her elbows, watching. "Don't bite!"
"Was I afraid you'd bite me?" He gave her a disgusted look and strained forward. He couldn't reach her pussy. "Scoot this way."
Penny slid closer. She was nervous and excited. She licked her lips as Peter's mouth approached her vulva. Peter parted her pussy lips again. He studied the territory. She was all pink and glistening. He saw the upper groove that hid her pinhead clitoris, and below it-there was the finger-sized opening of her vagina. He slipped a finger into her and touched the tissue wall that proved she was still a virgin.
Penny divined his move. "Seeing if I lost my cherry to my math teacher? I'm saving it for you, Peter." She had said it lightly, jokingly, but they both heard the undertone of truth.
Peter glanced up and met her suddenly skittish gaze. Penny colored. Peter grinned. "I want it, too! When the right time comes...."
He bit her inner left thigh. Penny muffled a squeal and a giggle. He stuck out his tongue-and then stabbed it at her open vulva. Penny gave a little surprised, reflexive jump of her hips.
He began lapping upward, like a dog, nicking his tongue at the top of each stroke, his tongue-tip parting the soft inner valley of labia that hid her clitoris. Penny's thigh muscles rippled. His tongue was sliding over her clit! Each lapping stroke was dynamite! She moaned appreciatively. "God!" Her golden brown eyes dilated imperceptibly. Peter knew he had her attention. He licked steadily. The back of his tongue began to sting. His jaws started to ache. He wasn't in love with the taste of her juices, but it wasn't bad.
Penny started squirming her hips. She said, "God!" again, almost in awe at the sweet, strong, tingling sensations that wormed in her pussy from his constant licking. Penny's breasts began rising and falling very fast. "Oh, wow ... wow...." She clenched her fists. Her pussy jerked against his mouth. She bit her full lower lip to keep her moans under control.
Peter managed to lick her clit even faster. The tiny organ was a stiff little spike under his moving tongue. He liked the power of his tongue. He almost stopped during her orgasm to laugh. Penny's head was rocking at the end of her neck. Her eyes were closed. Her thighs wanted to close on his head. She was panting, nostrils flaring. When her breathing told him she was past the peak and into the slow fading of pleasure, Peter lifted his head out of the musky vise of her crotch.
There was a soft, dreamy expression in Penny's eyes. Her mouth was soft and full and curved into a sensual smile. She said, "I'll take that all the time!"
Peter wiped his lips with his hand. He sat back in his chair. He glanced at his watch. "Four minutes."
"You fink! Did you time me?"
"Sure. Think what a solid half hour of that would do to you."
"Promises, promises!"
"I have to build up endurance first, though."
"Practice on me any time." Penny sighed. She unfurled her pantyhose and slowly began putting them on. "Want me to suck you off now?"
"Later. After they go to bed."
Penny nodded. She smoothed the pantyhose on her thighs and got off the bed to adjust the panties.
Peter drew his fingers through his long hair. He said seriously, "I think we ought to get rid of Lars."
"How do you mean?" Penny smoothed her skirt and tucked in her blouse.
"He and Mom aren't married, are they? He's just living here. We could get rid of him easy."
"Why?" Penny sat on the edge of the bed.
"So he won't interfere with our punishment of Mom. You're going to set him up."
"So tell me."
Peter leaned forward. "Listen...."
CHAPTER NINE
It was a week before the right moment arrived for step one in the plan to get rid of Lars. Peter suddenly requested-demanded Mae drive him to the special hobby store located ten miles away. That left Lars in the bathroom and Penny in the house alone with him. Lars preferred to take baths instead of showers, so was using the hall bathroom, the one used by the twins.
Penny, in her room, quickly stripped naked, powdered, dabbed some perfume, and slipped on a thin yellow robe. She tweaked her nipples to make them puff out, then cinched the robe snugly to her body. She took a deep, determined breath, checked herself in the mirror, and went out of her room to the bathroom. She heard Lars splashing in the tub. She smiled, wiped the smile from her lips and burst into the bathroom. Lars was in the tub, in deep water, lathering his chest. He looked startled for an instant-then smiled.
Penny pretended to be confused. "Oh! Oh, hey, I'm sorry." She didn't back out. She gazed at him with frank interest. Lars was built like a blond bull. He had a thick chest, a massive pair of shoulders ... He was very pale-skinned. Penny couldn't see any farther down his body. The side of the tub blocked her view.
"That's okay. Honest mistake. I should have locked the door." Lars continued soaping his chest.
Penny searched for an opening gambit. She said lamely, "Wow, you sure have got muscles."
"I used to play some football. Wrestled some, too." He let his eyes obviously rove her body, lingering at her large breasts. "You're developing into a lovely young woman."
"I guess I'm developing all right." Penny looked down at her large, prominent breasts. Her nipples poked out nicely against the thin yellow cotton. "I've got Mother's bust!"
Lars chuckled. "You could do worse."
"I'm not complaining." Penny shifted weight to her other foot. "Not about that, anyway."
Lars lifted his left arm and soaped his armpit. "Got a problem, Penny?"
"I guess I do-about Mom. But I guess this isn't the time or place to talk to you about it."
"Why not? She's out of the house, so we can talk candidly. We're both adults ... I consider you and Peter adults. Kids nowdays are very sophisticated. Does my being naked in this tub bother you?"
Penny smiled. "No. Does it bother you?"
Lars smiled. "Just a hair. But I'll live. Tell me your problem with Mae."
Penny casually came forward and sat on the toilet lid. She could see down into the water. The water was a bit murky from soap, but there was his cock-small, half hidden in pubic hair and the valley of his crotch. She pretended at first not to notice it.
Lars glanced sharply at her, then painted a fixed, amused smile on his lips. He went on soaping himself thoroughly.
Penny said, "Ohhh ... Mom is so uptight about sex. I just can't get an honest, realistic answer from her about certain things."
"Such as?"
"Well ... like when I go out with boys on dates and we start to mess around a little. You know. She says don't hardly even kiss! But we do more than that! I like to ... well ... I like to let a boy I like feel me up." Penny tossed her long reddish brown hair defiantly. "I enjoy it. And I like to touch him, too. Is that so bad?" Her body movement resulted in her robe sliding off her thighs. She let it hang open, but kept her knees together.
Lars' hand had stopped moving on his left arm. He stared at Penny, then painted on his smile again. He shook his head. "I like your honesty. I'm with you. Nothing wrong with some pleasant groping." His eyes darted frequently at her slim, tanned young legs.
"Not to Mother. She gets a wild, hysterical look in her eyes if I even hint at something like touching a boy's cock." Penny loved the slight widening of Lars' blue eyes. She decided she liked him ... a little. She noticed that his cock was larger now. And he wasn't trying to hide it. She continued, "If I was to admit I like playing with cocks, on dates, she'd spatter her mind all over the room!"
Lars had to laugh. "Yes, she would. But you kids don't understand your mother. Her puritan outside hides a pretty sexy inside. But she's ashamed of her sexuality and it takes a certain amount of ... pressure ... to free it."
"Why can't she be honest?" Penny leaned forward and made sure her robe gaped to show most of her breasts. "She's so phony."
"She can't help it. Just let her alone. If you need advice ... come to me."
"I have. Here I am." Penny smiled at him. She looked directly down at his middle, at his erection. "What should I do?"
His cock's head reached almost to the surface. "Two things, Penny. Play games with boys if you want, just don't get pregnant. Don't let them have intercourse with you."
"You mean, fuck me?"
Lars smiled widely. "Yes-don't get fucked." He boldly looked into her robe. "And the second thing is-don't play games with me, unless you want some action."
"Oh. I should just do what feels good, if I feel like it? Just on impulse? Provided I don't get p.g.?"
"That's it." Lars put his arms on the sides of the tub and arched his loins to the surface. His very large cock lay wet and hard on his thick belly. "And remember-a man is not a boy!"
"I'll say!" Penny pretended to be impressed with his size. "Wow. Are you ever hung!"
"Never saw one this big before, I'll bet!"
She shook her head. She widened her eyes and went to her knees beside the tub. "Can I feel it?" Inside, she was laughing. Outside, she was awestruck.
Lars said proudly, "Of course. If you want to-do it."
Penny put hesitant fingers on his wet, hard cock. Her fingers closed around its extreme thickness. It more than filled her hand. It definitely was thicker than Peter's cock. Penny lifted Lars' heavy organ. She looked at it as if she had never seen a cock before. She experimentally pulled the pale skin up and down. "I've never seen one in the light like this, all naked and everything."
Lars watched her curious, manipulating hand. "Don't let my size scare you, Penny. Most men aren't nearly this big."
She nodded. "I'll remember. But wow." She giggled as if embarrassed. She pulled and squeezed his cock this way and that, testing its stiffness and hardness. Her robe's sash had loosened with her move to her knees beside the tub. Her yellow robe was hanging open above the waist, showing Lars the full, white, hanging melons of her breasts. The knuckles of his right hand were in contact with the soft side swell of her left breast. Penny leaned forward more and squashed the breast against the back of his hand. The thin cotton of her robe was no barrier to the warmth and feel of her lush flesh. He felt the protrusion of her nipple. She seemed unaware, absorbed by her playing with his cock. Lars began moving the back of his hand gently against her breast.
Penny asked, still ignoring his hand, "Do you squirt?"
He nodded. "Do you want to see it happen?"
"Sure. Do it."
He laughed. "You make it happen. You know how!" A measure of force came into Lars' voice. "Keep on moving your hand up and down like that!"
"Oh, you want me to jack you off." Penny smiled. "I guess it would be educational. But I've never jacked a boy-or a man!-off all the way before." She continued a slow pumping of his cock.
"Now's your chance. Hmm?" Lars winked. "You'll know what to expect next time-with your boyfriends on dates."
"Yeah...." Penny increased the speed and depth of her stroking. "How long will it take?"
"Couple minutes." Lars kept his loins surfaced in the tub. He turned his right hand against her breast until his palm was pressing against the full, thinly covered roundness. He fondled.
Penny looked down at his hand. "I kind of enjoy that." Her pumping hand and arm made her body move rhythmically.
"Me, too." Lars slipped his hand into her gaping robe and fondled her other breast. His fingers and palm touched naked flesh. He caressed the swelling nipple.
They smiled at each other. Penny regripped his slab-like cock. "You're sure a big handful."
"So are you, Penny." He squeezed and rubbed.
She giggled and tried to blush. "I shouldn't be doing this. You're Mother's man."
"Most of the time."
Penny smiled and met his blue eyes. "Oh." She reached with her other arm and took a two-handed hold of his cock. "Getting tired the other way ... and you're so big!"
"Any way is fine." Lars let his white, fleshy belly sink a little below the surface of the bath water. Penny's hands, clasped around his cock, swept up and down and splashed loudly in the water.
Penny laughed. Lars laughed. He raised himself again. Her hands smacked wetly against his pubes. A moment passed filled with the wet movement of her hands, her breathing, his breathing. Lars started to jab his hips up and down. The tub water roiled and sloshed. His jaw muscles tightened. His right hand fully grasped the fat cone of her right breast and his strong fingers indented her flesh. Penny concentrated on jerking the skin of his cock up and down, smoothly and fast! She panted lightly with effort.
Lars began a rough gasping through clenched teeth. "Watch-here ... it ... is!" His loins jolted upward. His small glans seemed to erupt. A gob of white syrupy fluid was flung upward. Then more spewed up in an arc, to land in the water. His face was locked in an expression of agony. He sucked a tortured breath. More white stuff jumped from his cock as Penny flailed her hands up and down. She watched with intense interest. A shooting cock always fascinated her.
Lars groaned, "Ahhhhh...." It was the signal for her to stop. But Penny played ignorance. She mischievously continued to whip his skin up and down at top speed. Lars grimaced and loosed his grip on her breast. His hips sank into the water. Both his hands clamped on her wrists. "THAT'S ENOUGH!"
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Penny acted offended.
"That's ... okay. You didn't know. The sensations get too sharp afterward, if you don't stop."
Penny said, "Oh." She washed her hands in the water. She grinned. "Wow. You really did squirt! A lot! Does having a big cock mean you squirt more than a boy with a small one?"
"No. Depends on how long a man's gone without sex. He stores it up."
"Umm." Penny nodded. "Gee, that was fun. I learned a lot."
Lars watched Penny speculatively as she stood and closed her robe. "Maybe I can help you again some time. If you need answers ... or a demonstration."
Penny smiled. "Okay. Sure. There's some things ... When Mom's away...." She left the bathroom. She went back to her room and sat on her bed and grinned.
CHAPTER TEN
Penny went to Peter's room around midnight. She crept down the hallway past the master bedroom and tapped a fingernail on his door. She wore only her yellow robe. She had drawn back her long hair into a temporary ponytail. Peter opened his door. He was naked except for white briefs. His cock impressively filled the pouch. He didn't have an erection. He let her in. He closed the door. He followed her to his rumpled bed. He said softly, "How did it go with you and Lars? Gimme the facts, ma'am."
Peter knew the plan had worked. Penny had given him a thumbs-up sign earlier when he had returned with Mae from the hobby shop. But he didn't know exactly what had happened. Penny jumped onto his bed and folded her legs under her in the lotus position. Her robe happened to be wide open below the waist but she didn't bother with it. Her eyes sparkled dark brown in the dim light from the gooseneck desk study lamp. "It was a snap! He's a fish ... a real man!" She laughed softly.
Peter took a similar cross-legged position facing her on the bed. "Hooked, huh?"
"I jacked him off in the tub!" Penny giggled and leaned her head close to Peter's inclined head. She whispered what had happened, in great detail. Lars would not have been flattered. "I've got him so interested now in dumb, curious me, that if I mention one of my dates wanted to go down on me, he'll offer to show me what it's like-for 'educational' purposes."
Peter grinned and rubbed his hands together. "That's it! Good-bye, Lars! We wait for the right time...."
"He's not such a bad guy, really."
"He goes! We can find a lot of nice guys for Mom, if we need to. Later. The master plan says Lars is expendable."
"What is the master plan? We're going to get even with Mom for driving Dad away, and for being a hypocritical bitch ... Is there more?"
Peter smiled evilly. "Could be. I think we can carry it as far as we want."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't think I want to tell you. You aren't ready for it yet."
"Huh!" Penny began to get mad.
"Take it easy! When you're as deep in this as I am ... then we'll decide. Okay?"
"Listen, I want to make her suffer as much as you do!"
"So, driving Lars away and having fun with him in the process-that's hurting her. That's going to make her suffer."
Penny knitted her brow. "But-" Somehow, Peter had taken over. It had been her idea originally to punish Mae. Now Peter was planning every move and giving orders.
Peter grinned. "Hey, let's forget Mom and Lars for a while. I think I want to drive you out of your skull with some hot tongue in a certain hot groove."
Penny got a shivery memory of what he had done to her that afternoon. She saw that the pouch of his white briefs, already full of his big soft cock, was now bowing out even more, as the "beast" in there began to grow. Penny said, "I think you'd like some plain and fancy sucking, too."
"Sure. But I eat first, sister." Peter leaned forward a bit more and planted his mouth on hers.
Penny loved Peter's kisses. His lips turned on switches all through her body. She didn't know why. When his tongue flicked into her mouth a small shock of excitement burned in her pussy. She tongued back and her hands went for his cock. She closed her eyes and work by feel.
Peter loosened her sash and opened her robe all the way as they tongue-kissed. His arms worked outside her arms as she burrowed her fingers into his taut pouch. He put both hands on her fully packed young breasts. Her hot nipples popped out against his moving palms. Penny got a little dizzy with pure lust. There was the added excitement of danger, too. If they made too much noise ... and if Mae came to peek in....
Penny got both hands into his pouch and dragged his half-hard cock out of its bent position and up along his lean belly. Penny had only hours before grasped Lars' big cock, and now she held her brother's. She pulled her open mouth free of his lips and tongue. "God ... what a double handful!" There was no comparison. Maybe Lars' cock was a bit bigger around, but Peter's was so much longer! And someday ... maybe sooner than they both realized, the way things were going ... she was going to get fucked by all this hard meat!
Penny shivered and squeezed the long, swelling, hardening monster in her hands. She pulled it free of his briefs. The glans was a purplish-red plum, with a single slit eye staring up at her. Peter claimed her soft, sweet, hot mouth again. His tongue made her mind reel. She held his cock with both hands, in a baseball-bat grip, and pulled up and pressed down ... His hands were squeezing her warm breasts ... squeezing ... squeezing ... She had to tear her mouth free again, for air.
She forgot about his plan to go down on her. She wanted to suck him! Penny gasped, "Let me-" She tried to lower her head at his cock. She had to let go, to change her grip. She wriggled backward to get room to bend forward.
Peter let her. He smiled the smile of a master. He had his sister hungry for his huge cock.
And he was working on his mother! Peter sat like Buddha and watched Penny lower her head and start sucking. Her hot mouth and avid tongue enclosed his glans. The warmth of her clinging mouth inched lower, taking more and more of his cock. Peter rested his hands on her head and played with her ponytail as she began bobbing her head. He felt like a king! He ran his hands down her thin neck, under her loose robe to her back, around onto her shoulders and back to her head. Her joggling breasts barely touched his knees.
Peter let his mind wander as Penny sucked. He thought about his mother. He reran in his mind the sucking scene he and Penny had watched. He admired Lars. That was why Lars had to go! A rival. A strong rival for the women. Peter marveled at his thoughts. Far out!
Penny sucked gluttonously. She loved the feel of her brother's cock in her mouth. It was so big! So sensuous ... doing it. Her hands held it and pumped it and caressed it and dipped down into his crotch to fondle his balls as her mouth continued to sweep down-hot and wet, with her agile tongue lashing and sliding-to the back of her quivering throat, before rising reluctantly.
Penny thought about sucking Lars. Did she want to? Even to see what it would be like? No. No. Peter's cock was the living end. Nothing could match it. Nothing could match him. He was her twin! They had shared the same womb. They shared a closeness that was special.
Peter caressed her upper back. She had a super tan. She really spent time in the sun. He traced the narrow white strip that was left by her bikini top. He felt the sweet tension of coming begin to coil in his guts. Christ, could Penny suck! Could other girls suck like this? Could Mae? He said in a tense whisper, "Keep that up and you're going to get a mouthful!"
Penny heard. She enclosed his shaft in her reverent hands and stroked it lovingly. She waited for the first gush of his semen with an eagerness that shook her. His cock took on an electric feel in her clinging, moving mouth and in her grip. She heard his quick, panting breath ing. The leap of his cock still surprised her. She whimpered with joy as he spurted her mouth full and his body vibrated with pleasure.
Peter pressed his chin to his chest. His lips drew away from his clenched teeth. He tried desperately to contain his panting groans. His brains, his guts, his fucking soul! felt like they were shooting out of his cock into his sister's wild, insatiable mouth. Jesus Christ! Peter abruptly pushed her head away.
She struggled to retain his cock, then let it slip from her dripping lips. Penny stayed in her supine, rump-high, abject position as she rested her head, face down between his wide-angled thighs, and swallowed the semen in her mouth.
Peter relaxed. His back curved. He touched her hair. "Only super-supreme. You can't get much better at that."
Penny lifted her head. She smiled. "Yes, I can. If I get in enough practice."
"I'll give you plenty. Let's keep it in the family."
"Okay by me." Penny rolled over onto her back. She freed her arms of her robe and lay naked, her long, slender adolescent's legs open, her swollen young breasts surging with her quick, deep breathing.
Peter smiled fondly down at her. He trailed a finger into the sparse puff of her pubic hair. He let his fingertip run the length of her pink-lipped slit. He pressed gently and an ooze of slippery juice coated his fingertip. Penny made a small wanting sound. Her big, lovely eyes appealed to him.
Peter took time to get off his briefs. He liked being naked. His cock didn't like confinement. He wordlessly pulled Penny's knees up and gestured for her to keep them wide open. Peter didn't waste any time. She was ready! He got down on his belly and planted his mouth on her slightly open pussy lips.
Penny moaned when he licked inside. He stopped and said, "Keep quiet."
"It feels so good!" She nodded. "I will."
He kissed his lips to her hot wet vulva again and sent his tongue delving into the juicy slit. He found her hard clit, a tiny rigidity of flesh in a soft little valley. He flicked his tongue over it, then settled into the long, licking strokes he had used the first time.
Penny trembled. A minute later she stifled a quavery moan. "Oh, Peter ... oh ... oh, God!" Her entire body shook.
He was astonished. Already? She must have really been worked up-just from sucking him, and a few hot kisses. He switched experimentally to fluttering his tongue over her clit.
She pressed a fist to her mouth. Her belly sucked in and out. Her nipples were violently puffed, vividly pink. She panted like a winded dog. Her eyes were tight shut, her face set in an agonized frown. A whimpering moan escaped her.
Peter was amused at her intense pleasure. And pleased. He toyed with her clitoris with his tongue. Penny wanted to howl, it felt so good! She grabbed a handful of blanket and stuffed it into her mouth. She bit the wadded, fuzzy wool and moaned into it. Her cunt was like a sweet, golden furnace. Peter's tongue was fantastic! It was so good! So good! She was climaxing again! Penny shuddered. Her face, neck and upper part of her breasts were mottled pink and white. Peter listened to her keening, muffled moans of ecstasy, and was a bit envious. But he figured the more pleasure Penny got from him, the more she would love him and be willing to obey him. Her ecstasy meant power over her. He licked furiously.
Penny whipped her gaping slit against his mouth and face. She was beside herself! The pleasure seemed to be a hot, golden, breathless tide that came and went, crashing through her loins and breasts and mind! She felt herself going under, fading out ... She pushed Peter's head away with trembling hands. "Too much ... oh, God, Peter ... just too strong."
He sat up, grinning. He brushed his hair away from his eyes. "I've got you now-your secret is in my possession."
Penny lay limp, the blanket wet from her clenching mouth, her hands open at her sides. Her eyes were half lidded, calm and happy. Her lips quirked. "Use my secret anytime."
"I probably will." Peter dropped a hand on her right breast and idly traced its proud contours. He said reflectively, "I have plans for tomorrow."
"What?" Penny lovingly closed her smaller hand over his on her breast.
He smiled and gently pinched her nipple. It swelled between his fingers. Penny arched her back slightly in response. Peter said, "I'm going to be sick again in the morning. Mother is going to jump through another hoop."
"What are you going to make her do?"
He smiled and glanced down at Penny's lush mouth. "I'll tell you tomorrow after school, if it works out."
Penny made a face. "I hate waiting." She began subtly guiding Peter's hand as it moved on her breast.
He noted her action. "You want to go to bed-or try something with me?" Instantly, he regretted that phrasing. He shouldn't have asked her-he should have made it a command! It took practice to be a masterful person. It took a conscious effort to change. But he had known what Penny's answer would be. It had been a safe question.
She moaned softly as his hand squeezed her resilient flesh. "I'll try anything with you, brother mine." Her deep amber eyes had changed from reflecting soft satisfaction to smoldering, reawakened lust.
"Want to try sixty-nine?" No-he should have told her they would do it!
"Sure...." Her eyes sparkled. "How do we go about it?"
He had given it a bit of thought. He wanted to fuck down into her mouth. That appealed to him immensely. Peter said, "Me on top." He didn't wait for agreement. He turned on the bed, on hands and knees, and straddled her head. He was over her on elbows and knees. He was looking directly down at Penny's open crotch. He felt her grasp his cock with eager, gentle hands. He peered upside down between their bodies.
Penny saw his head dip and met his gaze. She rubbed the big glans of his cock against her left cheek. His cock hung down stiffly a long way from his loins. His balls hung tight in their sac. Penny used her free hand to caress the inside of his lean, muscular thighs which were like tanned columns of muscle and bone planted on each side of her head. His loins and hips loomed over her. She was a prisoner. She smiled and licked out her tongue and took a drop of slippery secretion from the opening in his glans. "I like this."
"We haven't done it yet."
"I like being under you like this...."
Peter wondered, Like mother like daughter?
He smiled. Still peering under his body, he said, "Start sucking."
Penny opened her mouth wide and turned her head sideways to meet the heavy glans that throbbed against her left cheek. She took it in and turned her head back till she faced his crotch straight on, and as she turned her head, his cock was sunk deeper into her mouth. Her mouth was full of his warmth and tension. She stroked her agile tongue along the sensitive underside where the pleasure nerves were tightly clustered. She used both hands in the living temple in which her head lay, to caress his balls and draw her fingertips down the thick length of his shaft.
Peter loved her reverent touchings and behavior-her worship! He looked down at her inviting pussy as she sucked and touched and tongued, and he lowered his head to the warm V of her crotch and pressed his mouth to her clit. Peter drove his tongue into her wet pussy lips and tasted her juices. There was a kind of tang to her, an exciting musk, a female aroma and taste of genitals.
He closed his eyes and tongue stabbed to find her clitoris. There-the little nail head of stiff tissue in its bath of juices, half hidden in its small cravasse of pink, soft flesh. He flipped his tongue tip over her clit and in turn she yearned upward with her mouth and sucked a greater length of his cock.
Peter was comfortable in his crouched position over his twin sister, and Penny was at ease under him, sucking him, unafraid of the mass of hips over her, so close, and not afraid of the massive column of throbbing gristle and tissue that extended down and down into her mouth. She sucked the end of that huge cock and moaned softly as her twin brother delved in her hot pussy with his active tpngue.
Peter loved the situation. This position of mastery. He began to immerse himself in the sensual interaction of licking-sucking. Penny moaned against the tender, open pussy to which he pressed his lips and into which he trilled his tongue. He began to push his cock down into Penny's mouth with short coital thrusts. The movement was only half conscious. He rode his face with Penny's undulating pussy and followed her elusive clit with his fluttering, roving tongue.
Brother and sister were one with each other. They gradually lost awareness of the bedroom. All that existed were their bodies. They existed in a warm, oral universe.
Gradually, Peter lost conscious control of his body. As his lust and intermingled pleasure grew more intense, he fucked his sister's hot, sweet mouth more and more violently, and as he did so, he pressed his mouth tighter and tighter to her flushed, juicy vulva. His tongue rippled over her hard clitoris, his lips and jaws worked as if he were sucking juice and pulp from a large, peeled orange.
Penny was in the same state of unthinking involvement and pleasure. She swam in a sea of hot, quivering sensation. Her mouth and tongue as much as her glowing loins provided her with the sexual rapture that controlled her. She gloried in the thick cock that thrust down into her gorged mouth and butted into the tight, spasming area of palate and throat.
She blindly clasped the monster shaft with both hands and pumped it as it plunged up and down between her wide-open lips, as it slid down over the wickedly moving length of her tongue. She moved sinuously against his clinging, possessive mouth and his wonderful tongue. Her nostrils flared continuously to feed her hungry lungs.
Penny came first ... a long golden wave of ecstasy broke in her loins and drove her to suck and pump his cock with incredible fervor. She moaned and sucked and gasped and sucked and sucked and sucked!
Peter lapped her gaping, jerking slit with total dedication. He was lost in the act of giving pleasure. Her tiny spike of a clitoris was his center. He was determined to lick it down, to wear it away with his tongue! And his cock was swollen to its greatest size! It pulsed with pre-orgasmic tension. A great hot fist was closing in his guts. The sweet mouth that sucked it was somehow his mouth as he feverishly licked and tongued the flushed cunt that was so open to his mouth. Peter went wild as his climax shook him. His hands burrowed under her thighs and gripped tight. He rubbed his face into her. He tongued ferociously. He panted and gasped as his lungs burned for air.
Penny's throat convulsed as gushes of semen poured from the massive cock that pounded in her welcoming mouth. She gagged and swallowed and lashed her tongue in the creamy welter as the battering cock drove her head down into the bedding. Her hands clung to the pulsing shaft and pumped religiously, urging more throat-bruising plunges. Until, finally, the thick glans was only slightly moving in her loving mouth, and there was no more salty, creamy syrup erupting from it, and the pounding roof of her living temple was still. The flexing columns of his enclosing thighs also stilled.
Peter slowly became aware of himself again. He continued licking the tense clitoris under his tongue ... and knew Penny's mouth was continuing to suck his shrinking, deadening cock. He lifted his head from the warm, comfortable nest of her open crotch. He looked around the room, amazed that it was unchanged. He pulled his cock from Penny's clinging lips and swung his body to the side-off her. They lay silent, breathing deeply.
Penny whispered, "I don't want to do anything but sleep, now."
"Not in my bed you don't. At least, not yet."
She lifted her head. "OH?"
Peter grinned. "Sixty-nine is fantastic, isn't it?"
Penny didn't try to pursue his "not yet" comment. She sensed he wouldn't explain it. She nodded. "I lose myself in it. It's everything I dig-all in one bag."
Peter smiled and touched his scrotum. "This bag?"
Penny licked her lips. Inexplicably, she flushed. She sat up and put on her yellow robe. "I'd better get some sleep. School for me tomorrow."
"But not for me." Peter smiled evilly and let his mind dwell on his mother.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mae watched Penny leave the house, school books under her arm, and an awful sinking sensation churned in the pit of her stomach. Penny had said casually, "Peter says he's sick again, Mom."
Mae's heart had almost stopped. She had said, "I'll see to him ... after you leave." She had finished frying eggs for Penny and Peter. Mae stood at the sink staring at her hands as she washed the breakfast dishes.
She was delaying going to Peter. She dreaded what was going to happen. She knew-he would want her to do that to him again ... That. Mae named "That." I'll be jacking off my son! A hot shame warmed her face.
But maybe he really was sick! Here she was ignoring him! Peter might be writhing in pain! Mae whimpered and stood pressing her belly against the sink. She wavered with indecision. She raised her head and took a deep, determined breath. She took off her apron. She wore her pale green sleeping gown and pink robe. She left the kitchen and went into the hallway. As she approached Peter's door, she slowed. She put a shaking hand on the door knob. She called, "Peter, if you're uncovered, please cover yourself."
"Come in, Mom!"
Something in her quailed. She fought her hand as it turned. Mae entered Peter's room. Her throat was tight. Her stomach was clammy with apprehension.
Peter was sitting up, his pillow against the headboard. He was uncovered again. He was naked. His cock was monstrously hard again.
Mae pleaded, "Peter, please-" Her gaze was drawn to his erection.
"I'm sick again, the same way as before."
"I won't-"
"When you helped me last time, I didn't ache again for two days. You really ... when you do it for me, the relief is very effective." Peter was smiling. His young voice held a shade of mockery, as if he were saying the words but obviously didn't believe them. The words were window dressing, designed to put a veneer of respectability on what had happened ... and what was about to happen.
Mae realized this. She saw it in his hard young eyes. She was helpless. She had to pretend she accepted the lie. She could not admit she had jacked off her fifteen-year-old son just for his pleasure ... and that he had virtually forced her to do it. Mae could not admit that his huge cock held a dreadful fascination and attraction for her. She could only wait in the doorway, white-faced, for his command.
"I want you to relieve the ache again, Mom."
"Peter, do it yourself. I don't care how often you do it."
"But it feels a lot better when you do it, Mom. So come over here and sit on the bed and start doing it again!"
She told herself-just once more. There will be no next time. I won't come to him if he's "sick" again. Mae walked stiffly to the side of his bed. She sat precariously on the edge. She could not touch him. She whispered desperately, "Peter, it isn't right."
He didn't bother to answer her. He said forcefully, gritty-voiced, "Put your right hand on my cock, Mom."
As if drawn by a magnet, her hand moved and came to rest on the hot, throbbing, eight-and-a-quarter-inch length. She hadn't noticed his use of the word "cock." Her mind was jumbled. Mae was resisting with passivity. She simply had laid her open hand on his cock. She would do no more-unless given a direct order. Nevertheless she felt the exciting hardness and thickness and heat of it. She breathed faster. Her thighs pressed together under her gown and robe. She noticed that Peter was very aroused. His hypnotizing eyes were alive with lust and power.
"Close your fingers around it. Now move the skin up and down!"
She obeyed. She turned her face away from the sight. She would never admit she liked the feel of his cock in her hand, or liked the feel of jacking him off. She held tight to his hot thickness and pumped as he had directed.
Peter loved it-the sensations, the gloating knowledge of power and dominance. His belly was tight with pleasure and with a gut-sickening apprehension at what he was going to command his mother to do-very soon now. His gaze was caught by the full wobble of her big, ripe breasts. Her robe was partly open and her gown was low cut enough to show the deep white deepening valley between the loose globes of flesh. Peter said, "Mom, stop what you're doing. Take your robe off."
Mae's head jerked around. Her eyes widened. Her hand and arm drew away from his cock. She drew the top of her robe closed at her throat.
"Take your robe off!"
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions! Take your robe off!"
"Peter-I'm your mother!"
"Do as I tell you!" He sat tense and scared, but not showing it. He glared at Mae. He kept his harsh gaze fixed on her eyes.
When her gaze tried to meet his, her eyes skittered away. She could not resist his will. She could only delay and hope. Mae's hands loosed and fell to her lap. Her fingers plucked at the pink silk sash. She was almost gasping. There were spots of red high on her cheekbones. She loosened the sash and pulled her pink robe open. She sent a despairing, desperate look, but was denied. She dropped her eyes. She flushed and drew the robe off her shoulders. She let the robe droop down and hang from her arms. She shivered and waited.
"Take it all the way off!"
Mae squeezed her eyes shut. She drew her arms from the sleeves of her robe. She crossed her arms over her breasts and felt cold and exposed. The robe puddled beside her hips and hung to the floor on her left side.
"Put your arms down!"
Tears began to accumulate in the corners of her closed eyes. She sniffled. She let her arms sag and tightly clasped her hands in her lap. Mae could not bear to look ... at Peter, at herself, at the room. She wished it was dark. Pitch black! She began to make believe it was midnight, with no moon ... and this was a terrible dream. She was sitting on the edge of her own bed....
Peter looked at his mother. Her grape-like nipples were poking against the thin green material of her sleeping gown. There was a small ruffle along the scoop neckline. The fabric was sheer. He could see hints of flesh tones through it ... the folds clung to her lush, heavy breasts, to her belly, to her thighs. His mind filled with the memory of her breasts when Lars had commanded her to expose herself in the glade, that day beside the creek. Peter's cock was jumping with his arousal. A few strokes of her hand would be enough to bring him off. But he wanted more than her hand. His heart was thudding in his thin chest. Peter swallowed. "Stand up!"
Mae came out of her wish-fantasy. Her eyes flew open. "Why?" For an instant their eyes locked. For an instant she held against Peter's grim, lust-ridden, dynamic glare. Mae recognized the lust. She. had seen it so often in Lars. She knew. She knew why. "STAND UP!"
His voice drilled into her mind. She found herself standing, shaking, beside the bed. She stared down at his massive cock and a terrible shudder passed through her.
Peter bothered to make it a bit easier for her. "I want to see you naked, Mother. I need a little sex education. I need to see a woman ... a full-grown woman ... naked. There's nothing so terrible in a teenaged young man seeing a naked woman. The magazines are full of naked women."
"But I'm your mother!" Her voice was a gasping wail. Her terror sprang from a deep, gut knowledge that there was nothing Peter-her son-could not make her do. There was no limit ... not in herself. She was a quivering jelly, a willless creature who was unable to resist. Mae clung to a feeble hope that there existed in Peter a shred of decency ... a point beyond which his lust would not push him. Dear God, there had to be a limit! Her son could not be so depraved.
"I WANT TO SEE YOU NAKED!" He crossed his arms on his chest. His fists clenched. "STRIP!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Dear God-She couldn't resist. Yes, Peter, Mother will strip and let you see her...."I suppose a boy should see his mother naked. I suppose it would be all right. I suppose the harm would be too much modesty in this day and age. "I suppose...." She was babbling and knew it. Her hands were drawing her gown up past her knees ... She had panties on at least-for a moment.
Mae welcomed the brief covering of her head as she bent over and drew the gown up and off. But then she saw the flush of victory and the flare of power redoubled in her son's bright brown eyes. There was no escape. She stood trembling with shame. Her hands made jerking motions at her sides, wanting to cover her full, Slightly sagging breasts. Mae was more ashamed of her erect, purplish nipples than anything. They stuck out so far! They betrayed her!
"I want to see everything!"
She sobbed. She couldn't help it. No pretense of "sex education" could stand in the heat of her son's hot eyes as he gazed at her naked breasts and tried to penetrate the thin nylon of her pink panties. Her hands shook as she at first edged the waistband down her hips. Then she wanted to get it over with! Mae pushed her panties down with one convulsive bending movement. Her panties were bunched loosely at her ankles. She straightened ... and her hands covered her thickly muffed pussy. She huddled, face flaming, yet unable to turn away.
"Take your hands away!"
Her trembling hands parted. She could not look at Peter as he examined her nakedness. Endless moments passed.
"Okay, sit on the bed again and start jacking me off again!"
Mae inwardly sighed with relief. She sat on the edge and quickly took his huge, throbbing cock in her right hand. She couldn't quite watch what she was doing. She pumped him and looked away, to the left. She was relieved that it would soon be over.
Peter's cock was very hard and very warm. Her gripping fingers stroked up and down the length, carrying the layer of skin up over the big head. She pumped hard and fast. Her naked breasts wobbled freely, the bed squeaked. She began to pant lightly with effort. She felt his cock become vibrant. She heard his breath come in quick puffs of increasing excitement. Another few seconds ... He was almost ready to ejaculate....
"STOP!"
Mae jumped with surprise. Her hand stopped, but still gripped his cock. Her heart began slamming. She gasped with dread. She dared not look at him, nor ask why he had commanded she stop.
"Get up on the bed-kneel between my legs, facing me!"
Oh my God! Mae sat as if frozen.
Peter watched his mother narrowly. He had stopped her just in time. Another few seconds of her stroking and he'd have shot off like a geyser. His objective wasn't to come, not primarily. He had to conquer her. He had to break her down. He waited, knowing this was the critical test of his will. She knew what the kneeling position meant. He watched her face drain of color. But her hand stayed glued around his jumping cock. Her big, heavy, large-nippled breasts heaved as she struggled with her emotions.
Peter smiled. "Get up on the bed on your knees, Mother!" He reached out to grab one of her breasts.
She drew back ... and slowly crept up onto the bed. It was worse for him to touch her breast. She made a deal-unspoken.
"Kneel between my legs, Mother!" He loved to keep reminding her of their relationship. Mother-son.
As Mae moved nakedly into that position on the bed her breasts hung like white gourds with short, rounded purplish stems. Mae knelt between Peter's outstretched legs, facing the center of his body-his enormous, erect cock. Her right hand had left his cock temporarily, but now she clamped her hand around it again and began stroking him again, quickly, frantically.
"No! I don't want that!" He grabbed her hand and stopped her movement. He was leaning forward, back curved, tension in every muscle of his body, in his face, in his eyes.
Mae gazed submissively down at his magnificent cock. She began to weep.
"Mother ... look at me. Look into my eyes!"
Slowly, her gaze dragged up to his face. His eyes blazed. She flinched. She could not look away. He had her! Her soul shriveled as his powerful stare drove her defenses back, back, from a point midway between them, back into her skull! Mae knelt, mouth open, sobbing, eyes transfixed, a prisoner.
"MOTHER-SUCK ME OFF!"
The command reverberated in her skull ... horrible, horrible ... A despairing cry was torn from her constricted throat. Mae drew a quavering breath. "No! Oh, God, no! Oh, Peter, don't-don't make me...." She groveled. She abased herself-face pressed against his upper left thigh, left hand clawed on his tensed belly ... but her right hand continued to grasp his cock-as if it was an anchor.
Peter waited, grinning. "SUCK ME OFF!"
All the pretense was gone, a shambles of broken pride and self-respect. She had to suck off her son! Mae's guts roiled with nausea ... but she did not vomit. Her mind reeled with dizziness as she lifted her tear-stained face for one last appeal.
Peter met her shocked, beseeching gaze and turned it back. He whispered softly, almost casually, "Suck my cock, Mother. Do it good."
A shudder went through Mae. Her breasts quivered against the insides of his knees. Her right hand tightened around his cock. She sobbed hysterically for a long minute.
"I'm losing my patience, Mother!"
Mae lifted her head from his thigh. Her eyes were tightly closed. Her right hand brought the head of his cock to her parted lips. Her face was mottled pink. She was gasping, sobbing, crying, yet her lips opened ... and with a low, ululating moan ... she pressed her lips onto his glans, over it, down past it....
Peter sucked a deep, triumphant breath. His eyes burned wildly. His hands fisted. He choked, "Use your tongue! Suck! Suck!"
Mae whimpered in total submission. She sank his cock far into her throat. She gagged and eeled her tongue along the length of the hard, throbbing column of thick shaft in her mouth.
Peter tensed even more! His belly ridged. His cock was half in her mouth-in his mother's hot, sucking mouth! His guts were coiling, tightening, turning molten. He was going to come! "SUCK!"
Mae knew! She felt the super-hardness in his cock, heard the edge of trembling pleasure in his command. She swept her gripping hand up his cock to where her lips clung. She flushed a deep red. Blood congested her face and neck and chest. She wanted to die! But she sucked! In an orgy of shame and humiliation-Mae sucked off her son!
She knelt between his legs and pumped his immensely hard, pulsing cock, and slithered her tongue and plunged her head to take throat-spasming lengths of his shaft. Her tears ran down her nose and dripped to his curly pubic hair. Her saliva drooled from her straining mouth. She sobbed heartbrokenly around the hot bulk sliding in her mouth ... but she sucked!
Peter groaned ... a special gut-deep, body-wracking groan. He watched, bulging-eyed, suddenly shaking with the powerful surge of pleasure that was erupting in his loins-NOW! "JESUS!" NOW! NOW! "OH, CHRIST!"
Mae at the last instant drew her mouth away.
But she kept on pumping his huge, rigid cock. She did not avoid the powerful spurts of semen that splattered on her face. Mae welcomed the awful, slimy gobs of hot stuff that branded her face and ran in thick rivulets to her mouth and chin, and down her neck. She pumped Peter's giant cock until the semen stopped flowing. Her hand was coated, dripping. She trembled in hopeless degradation. She panted, face down, over his loins.
Peter almost could not believe what he had done. He was appalled, sickened, repelled, and ashamed ... for a moment. For a moment only. His contempt for her returned, stronger than ever. And with it-hate. He said disgustedly, "Go wipe yourself off! And bring back a warm washcloth to clean me with!"
Mae crawled off the bed and obeyed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Penny sat in her bedroom and seethed! Peter had told her what he had forced Mae to do. She believed him, too! There had been that scarey glow in his eyes! He had treated her different, too. More like a king or something. Penny resented his assumption of control and mastery. They should be equals! That meant she had to show him that she was his equal in making their mother do really degrading things.
Penny sat marveling. Wow-making Mom suck him off! Penny wished she could have seen it. Then, shivering, she thought maybe, not too far away in time, she would see it. The way things were going....
Penny brushed her long, straight brown hair and practiced hard-eyed looks in the mirror. Finally, she threw the brush down, stood up, and opened her yellow robe. Penny checked her body's image: very nice big tits, but a narrow-hipped, long-legged immature fifteen-year-old below. Even her pussy was girlish, with only a thin fuzz where Mae had a thick mat.
But, Penny thought, I've got a woman's sex drive! And I'm not going to let Peter get away with being master over Mom and me! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean he can lord it over me! I'm his twin! We're equals, right down the line! She closed her robe and yanked the sash tight. I've got as much guts as he has! I proved it with Lars, and I'll prove it with Mom-tonight! Tonight! Because Lars was away in San Francisco on business. Mae was in the master bedroom alone.
Penny left her room and went down the hall to the big bedroom. She started to knock, then scowled at herself and barged right in. The bedroom was empty. The bed was mussed-the blanket and sheet thrown aside. The bathroom door was closed ... a rim of light showed under the door.
Penny closed and locked the bedroom door. She sat on the bed and waited nervously. The toilet flushed and after a moment, Mae opened the bathroom door and emerged. She saw Penny. "Oh! You startled me, dear. Is something the matter?" Mae wore silky orange pajamas. Her large breasts were obviously encased in a bra. She moved quickly to the bed and slipped in.
Penny made fists of her hands in her lap. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. She said, too harshly, "I want you to tell me something about fucking!"
"That's not a nice word. I don't want to hear it from your lips again, Penny!"
Penny blinked. She wavered. She was about to apologize. Then she set her mouth and said, "Tough shit, Mother! I know all the words and I'll use them when I fucking well want to!"
Mae cringed slightly before her daughter's intensity.
Penny caught the imperceptible yielding of will. She stared hard at Mae. "I want you to tell me what it's like to be fucked!"
"Oh, Penny ... I can't ... it's too intimate, too hard to-" Mae dropped her eyes. Her fingers tightened on the bedclothes.
"Bullshit, Mother. You can say it. What does it feel like to a woman when a man sticks his cock up into her all the way!"
Mae gasped minutely. "It's not decent to talk-"
"Does Lars have a big cock, Mom? Does he?"
"I can't tell you, Penny. Why are you acting this way?"
"Because I'm sick and tired of your nice-nice bullshit! I want the truth! I want to know things! Now you tell me-does Lars have a big cock?"
"Penny, please!"
Penny scooted closer to Mae on the bed. Penny was flushed. It was fun to browbeat her own mother like this! Mom just took it! Penny demanded again, "Is it big?"
"Oh ... yes! It's big!" Mae hung her head a bit lower. Her hand clenched the blanket.
"What does it feel like when he shoves it all the way into you?"
"I don't know how to describe it."
"Good? Do you dig it, Mom? Do you like having a big, fat cock in you, deep? As deep as it can go? Do you like it"
Mae began to tremble slightly. She answered very softly. "Yes."
"Yes? You get shivery and hot and gooey and everything when he fucks you?"
"Yes."
Penny had accomplished a great deal. She cast around for something else ... Her golden brown eyes lit up. She said firmly, "I want to see your pussy, Mom. I want to see the inside of a mature, grown-up pussy!" She giggled, and the giggle nearly got away from her.
Mae paled. "Nonsense, Penny. I couldn't...." She had a terrible, gut-sickening thought: Did Peter TELL? Is Penny trying to make me do something awful, too?
Penny had little patience. She could either get away with it or not! She either dominated Mae as Peter had done, or it was a dumb flop! And it wasn't going to be a flop! Penny shifted position and pulled the covers away from her mother's hands. She pulled the fuzzy red blanket and green and white checkered sheet down to Mae's knees. Without pause, Penny started to unbutton Mae's pajama top.
Mae's eyes flared wildly. "Penny-no!" Her hands fluttered to stop Penny's fingers.
"I want to see you naked, Mom. It's about time. A girl should be able to see her own mother naked." She pushed Mae's hands away. It took strength, but she was stronger ... or at least, Mae's will failed and her arms gave way.
Penny exulted: I can do anything I want with her! She resumed unbuttoning Mae's pajama top.
Mae was despairing. She's trying to be like Peter! Dear God-what will she make me do? Mae's hands darted up to interfere with Penny, but were slapped easily away.
It became easier for Penny. She barked orders: "Turn so I can get this stupid bra unhooked!"
"Lift your ass!"
"Push those panties down!"
Mae obeyed, dreading what unknown shame was coming next. A slow flush deepened in her face and neck. She made small, whimpering, protesting sounds, to no avail.
Penny had her mother naked before her on the bed. NAKED! Big breasts pointing heavily down and out ... big dark nipples ripe with erection ... naked, slightly rounded belly, pale and doughy, over the plump, down-curving vulva, thick with curly brown pubic hair ... fat thighs, blue-veined, open by command to show the deep pink pussy lips almost obscured in curly chestnut hair.
Peter had not really touched Mae, sexually. He had made her touch him. But Penny was different. She curiously lifted her mother's breasts, squeezed experimentally, comparing with her own. She was envious of her mother's bigger nipples. "Why are they so fat?"
"That comes from ... from sucking ... when you and Peter were babies, I let you suckle for almost a year."
"Oh. And I'll bet Daddy sucked on them a lot, too, didn't he?"
"N-no...." Mae confessed. "He didn't."
"But Lars does!"
Mae nodded.
Penny's curious hands went into Mae's crotch. "Spread real wide-get your knees up! Hold your pussy open for me!"
Penny peered at the revealed interior flesh-the similar-to-her-own openings and contours. She was surprised to see, however, how large was Mae's clitoris. It was a flaming pink and as large as a pea. Far larger than her own. Penny reached out and touched it.
Mae quivered. "Penny!"
"Oh, shut up! I'll do anything I please." To prove it, Penny stuck her finger into Mae's vagina. She explored with her finger ... deep ... feeling the interior folds and soft ridges, as her mother turned her face away and bit her lower lip. Penny slipped a second finger into her mother's vagina. She smiled and began to finger-fuck her mother.
"Please, dear ... don't-"
"Don't pretend you don't dig it, Mom!" Penny dipped her fingers into an accumulation of oily secretion just outside her mother's vaginal entrance. Penny slithered her wet fingers up onto Mae's clit. The small organ swelled and hardened under her rubbing.
Mae could not reply. She threw an arm over her eyes. She whispered, "Please-turn out the light!"
"I want to see." Penny idly continued to manipulate her mother's clitoris. She observed her mother's quickened breathing, the further crinkling of her mother's protruding, now purplish nipples.
Penny looked around the bedroom. Her eyes found a tall, cylindrical, blue-tinted, "melted" glass cologne bottle on the dresser. The cap was a rounded yellow metal cone. The bottle looked like a lovely big blue cock with a golden head. Penny's wicked smile widened. She said, "Don't move!"
She left the bed and went to the dresser. As she reached for the bottle, she saw birth-control pill packs and bottles in the half-open top dresser drawer. She picked them up and studied them, reading labels and boxes. Penny pursed her lips for a second, glanced at Mae, who still had her arm over her eyes, and then smiled, put the pills back in the drawer, and returned to the bed with the blue bottle.
She caressed its convoluted, rounded surfaces. The bottle had been purposely designed to be cock-like in shape. It had been designed to tickle the subconscious triggers in a square woman's mind. An uptight middle-class woman-or girl-wouldn't admit to herself, consciously, that the bottle reminded her of a hard cock. She would buy it, though. Especially if she were sexually frustrated. And never know why she had really taken it home. A hip young woman would see the intent of the shape and smile.
Maybe if she liked the essence of the cologne she would buy it.
Penny said, "Mom-see what I've got? Know what I want you to do?"
Mae knew instantly. The way Penny was holding the bottle!
Penny had seen her mother's widened eyes. "Yes-I want to see what it looks like when a woman is getting fucked. And since we don't have a man here ... this glass cock will have to do. In fact, it's better. I'll be able to see everything a lot better."
Mafi groaned, "No-oh, God, no, Penny, it's obscene ... it's so depraved."
"All of that, Mother." Penny giggled, and placed the bottle in her mother's left hand. She forced Mae's fingers closed around it. "Now put it into your cunt, Mother!"
'Wo-not-don't say that word. I can't bear-"
"Cunt? You don't like your virginal daughter using fuck and cunt? How old-fashioned you are, Mother. Stop changing the subject! Stick that beautiful cock into your cunt and fuck yourself! I want to see it happen. Can you come that way? This is just sex education, Mother. Think of it that way!"
Mae dissolved into wracking sobs. The bottle lay in her passive, lax hand.
Penny became furious. "God damn it, do what I tell you!"
But Mae turned over and drew her knees up into a fetal position and wept heartbrokenly. It was her only resistance, her only hope.
"MOTHER!"
Mae continued her all-out crying.
"You're not going to get out of it! Damn you! I'll show you! I'll fix you!" Penny grabbed the cock-shaped blue bottle from Mae's loose hand.
Mae's vulva was exposed by her knees-to-chin position. Her pussy lips were wet and loose. She lay with her back to Penny.
Penny, in a rage, completely into her role of master of her mother, outraged by her mother's insubordination ... gripped the bottle firmly at the base and pushed the rounded metal cap between Mae's pussy lips. Mae gasped and stiffened. Her crying stopped as if cut by a knife.
Penny found the vaginal entrance. She pushed the head into the pink tunnel. She easily buried all but an inch of the bottle. Penny asked, in an uneven, excited whisper, "What does that feel like, Mother? Better than Lars?"
"Take it out. Please-" Mae pressed her hot face into the pillow.
Penny grinned. She watched closely, curiously, as she drew most of the thick round, bumpy-sided bottle from her mother's vagina. But not all of it. She gritted her teeth and jammed it deep again! "You're getting fucked, Mother! Royally fucked! Enjoy it!"
Mae shuddered. "Oh-" Her arms tightened their grips on her knees under her chin. She did not struggle or change position. She remained doubled up, exposed to the assault. "Oh, dear God...." She dissolved again into watery sobs.
Penny plunged the bottle in and out! The glass surfaces glistened wetly. She thumped it in as far as she could. The butt of her hand smacked into Mae's swollen clitoris.
Small, convulsive shocks arced through Mae. The ultimate in humiliation was coming to her-she was enjoying this! If Penny kept up what she was doing ... The irresistible pleasure glowed in Mae's crotch and spread seething colonies of itchy warmth in her belly and breasts. Mae clutched her knees tighter and tighter. Her breath came in wracking, moaning sobs.
"Hey, you're digging it!" Penny wasn't fooled. She laughed. She kept on jamming the long, thick bottle into Mae's slippery, flushed vagina. Her hand continued to beat against Mae's swollen clitoris.
Mae succumbed to the shameful pleasure. She panted and shuddered into a powerful orgasm. When it was over she couldn't bear to open her eyes and face Penny.
Penny was laughing at her. "Was it a good come, Mom? Better than when Lars fucks you?" She pulled the bottle from her mother's cunt. It emerged with a wet sucking sound that made Mae cringe with humiliation.
Penny put her hand to her own pussy. "Shit, I'm hot! I wish I could stuff this thing into my cunt and get off."
Mae cried, "No-don't!"
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm not giving my precious virginity to a bottle!" She slipped a finger into her pussy and slithered it wetly up over her . clit. "But, God ... do I need...." Penny had a thought. She licked her lips and stared at her huddled, still weakly crying mother. Peter had gotten Mae to suck him off, so why couldn't ... Penny took a deep breath. She said harshly, too loudly, "Mom, I need relief! Fucking you off with this bottle has me all worked up. It's time you did something for me!"
Mae quieted. "No, no...."
"I'm getting so damned tired of you saying no-no all the time, and you know you'll do it in the end! Now get out of that baby position and do what I tell you!"
"I ... can't!"
Penny saw red. She grabbed Mae by the hair and pulled her mother around. "You don't tell me you can't!" She slapped Mae, hard!
Mae's head rocked to the side. She gasped, stunned. Her wet, red, swollen eyes widened for a shocked few seconds. She met Penny's raging glare, then covered her face with her hands.
Penny gritted her teeth. "Eat me, Mother!" She didn't give Mae time to answer or refuse. She knew she had to physically force her mother to comply. Penny tugged and hauled Mae onto her stomach on the bed, facing her. Penny opened her own legs and shrugged out of her robe. "Eat me, Mother!"
Mae could only moan and peer through weeping eyes at her daughter's waiting, open thighs. Penny's crotch was only two feet away, the glistening pink lips waiting. Penny's legs enclosed Mae's head and shoulders and arms. Penny reached and got two handfuls of Mae's hair. She pulled. "Eat me! Eat me!"
Mae's scalp stung like fire. Her head was strained forward ... She gave way. She sobbed and let herself be pulled closer and closer to her daughter's pussy. Penny knew she would have to force Mae every inch of the way. In some ways going down on her daughter was far worse to Mae than sucking off her son. This was really perversion!
Penny got her mother's face tight up against her crotch. Penny was gasping with the effort and with a wild kind of excitement. She whispered fiercely, "Lick me, Mother! Lick me! Lick me! LICK ME!" She gripped the back of Mae's head and ground her pussy against Mae's mouth.
Mae struggled, but ineffectively. She smelled her daughter's clean young naked body. She couldn't help getting a taste of Penny's juices. There was a definite sensual appeal to such firm, round flesh, the aroma of genitals. Mae tried to say a word-and somehow, accidentally, her tonguetip slipped into the sweet pussy lips pressed, moving, against her mouth.
Penny thrilled to that first lick. "More! Do it again!" She jerked her mother's head still tighter into her crotch.
Mae shivered and hovered on the ragged edge of abject perversion. Perhaps it was the command force and the lust in Penny's young voice, so different in tone from what Mae had heard from her daughter previous to this ... Or it was an accumulation of voice impacts on her quailing mind. It was a secret, depth-lure of masochism....
"EAT ME! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN ME, MOTHER!" Shouting, raging, greedy, impatient command!
Mae shuddered with surrender. Her tongue flicked into Penny's wet, hot pussy. Hesitation. Again into the juicy vulva. Again ... again....
Penny closed her eyes and let her head flop backward. She drew a long, deep, triumphant breath. She trembled. She whispered, "More tongue! Higher...."
Mae found Penny's tiny clitoris and obediently kept her tongue moving on it. Her nostrils flared and her eyes squeezed tears down her face to where the tears were broken against Penny's thin fuzz of brown pubic hair.
Penny undulated her hips. Her pussy thrust softly against her mother's open mouth and wickedly fluttering tongue. Penny was in glory. Pleasure was coming in waves, thin now, but with each endless minute the sensations deepened and swelled and crashed into an ecstatic surf and shivered her body.
Penny watched her mother eat her. Penny's eyes were wide and becoming glazed. Her naked breasts heaved with lush freedom. Her nipples were tiny pink rocks. Penny slowly relaxed her holds on her mother's hair. Her hands fell to the sides of her bare hips. She didn't have to force Mae any longer. Mae was eating her willingly ... eagerly.
Penny began to pant. Her head lolled. "Oh, wow! Oh ... wow ... I'm going to make it ... OH, GOOD'" Her voice dissolved into trembling moans. She lay flat on her back, arms wide, legs wide, and writhed against her mother's ardent, clinging mouth.
Mae was submerged in a welter of degradation. She could see herself in a cold, clear, brutal mind's-eye vision-performing an abhorrent, bestial lesbian act upon her daughter! Mae shrieked in her mind-now it was complete! Now she had performed unnatural sex acts upon both her children! There were no lower depths! She was a monster! Worse than the lowest whore! A degenerate.
As Penny writhed in an agony of pleasure, Mae kept on and on, licking and tonguing into Penny's gaping, flushed, spasming pussy and writhed in a sweet agony of degradation. Penny panted and squirmed and shuddered as a string of climaxes surged and blazed from the incandescent pinpoint of her inflamed clitoris ... from her mother's tireless tongue. Finally, Penny's nerves and tissues tired of the screaming pleasure signals. The sensations turned sharp and keen. She jerked away. She lay on her side, quivering, dull-eyed with temporary emotional and bodily exhaustion. Mae curled up into a ball. She wept uncontrollably.
After a minute, Penny looked around at her mother. She was shaken. She trembled a smile, hooked a finger into the neck of her crumpled yellow robe, and got off the bed. She walked naked to the door, trailing her robe on the floor. Penny unlocked the door and walked dreamily down the hall to Peter's room.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Peter put aside a geometry text when Penny came naked into his room. He smiled as he noted the look in her eyes and her bedraggled hair.
He said, "You got your way with her, huh?"
"How did you know?" Penny dragged her robe to his bed, dropped it, and sat tiredly on the bed.
"I heard the yelling. I was tempted to go take a look." He stood up from his desk and started to shuck off his clothes.
"I got her to eat me!" Penny's eyes brightened. "I really forced her to do it." She watched her brother strip down. Her eyes fastened on his long, soft cock. Her pupils flared.
Peter slipped into bed. He leaned back against the headboard He smiled at Penny and reached out to fondly caress her right breast. "We're even-up now."
"We sure are." Penny was recovering quickly from her tremendous sexual discharge of nervous energy. "It blew my mind! She really had to be forced to start. I got her to strip, then I fucked her with a bottle-"
"What?" Peter was incredulous, grinning. "Fill me in!"
Giggling, smiling proudly, Penny told him what had gone on with Mae. As she recounted the events, she shifted further onto the bed and closer to him. When Penny finished, she was lying beside Peter, one hand full of his slowly hardening cock.
Peter was impressed. "I think I'll go in there and go you one better. I think I'll go in there and fuck her!"
Penny shook her head. "Don't. I don't think she could handle it. Not so soon. When I left she was really wigged out. We don't want her to go really insane, do we?"
"No."
Penny reached over and guided his hand to her pussy. She opened her legs to give him room. She manipulated his large, half-hard cock. She said, half to him, half to herself, "I've got a funny ache in me down here." She patted her lower belly. "Fucking mother with that bottle made it worse. I wanted to just push it into my cunt-and get it over with-just get fucked."
Penny turned humid, misery-laden eyes to her brother, "Will you do it to me, Peter? Tonight? Now?"
"Haven't you had enough sex tonight?"
"I mean it!"
"Sure you do. But-"
Penny pressed against him. Her full, ripe young breasts molded to his arm and chest. "I'm ready for it, Peter. And I want it to be you. I love you" Penny kissed him lasciviously on the mouth. She tightened her left hand on his cock and slowly, luxuriously, pumped the skin up and down.
His cock stiffened and thickened dramatically. Peter enclosed her in his arms. His tongue played with hers. They moaned softly. Their breathing deepened and speeded. Peter slid lower with her, away from the headboard.
Penny pushed herself farther over on top of him. Her left hand abandoned his cock. She captured it between her lean thighs. She broke the long, sensuous kiss and breathed in his ear, "Please ... please ... fuck me. I want your cock in me. I always have."
"It'll hurt. I'm tremendously big."
"I know all that. But it has to be you." She wriggled enticingly on his body. She worked his now rigid cock up between her thighs, until it was standing warmly, snugly, in her crotch, throbbing against her pussy and against her anus, rising above the backs of her thighs like a post of living flesh.
Peter was aroused and he wanted very much to take Penny's cherry. The idea excited him.
He had always intended to be the one, but now was a surprise. He resented Penny being the one who was pressing for it, on her own initiative. Was she trying to take over? Also, he didn't like her lying on top of him. That was the male role. He rolled with her. They ended near the far edge of the bed, with him on top, his huge cock still nestled against her crotch, pressing down into the bedding under her.
Penny suffered his weight gladly. She worked her arms around Peter's neck. She sought his lips with her hot mouth. Penny wasn't thinking clearly, she only knew in her guts that she truly wanted to be fucked! Fucked! And not by some boy who would be clumsy and afraid and who meant nothing to her. Nor by some "experienced" man-Lars!-who would be all hung up on her virginity and being first. Such a man might be too considerate and gentle. And, again, she wouldn't care for him.
She had to have Peter! Her twin! It was meant to be! Penny felt his incredibly long, thick cock pulsing heavily between her thighs, moving minutely against her moist slit. A gut terror was forming in the pit of her stomach. Peter had such a monster cock! It would hurt-Jesus, it would probably be an agony to take him as her first. But she didn't want it any other way!
Penny played her fingers through his long hair. She reveled in his obvious arousal. She sucked erotically on his tongue in her sensuous mouth. She pressed her loins upward against his in a slow, tempting rhythm. Peter lifted off her body.
He ended their wet, abandoned kiss. She gave a disappointed cry.
He grinned. "I'm going to do it. You want it that bad, Penny, you're going to get it." He waggled his massive erection in her face. "But first-"
"I won't suck you now. You don't need it. I want you to come in me."
"I'm going to go down on you and get you so hot-" His grin faded. "If I go off in you-could be dangerous."
"I'm not afraid of having a love child."
Peter thought about it a minute. He made his decision. "Mom has some of those new 'morning after' birth-control pills, doesn't she?"
"Yes. I saw them. They were in a top dresser drawer. She has the regular daily kind, too."
"Okay, if I'm not turned off by your yowling like a stuck pig when I pop you, and I shoot off in you, then you take one of those pills in the morning when Mom is making breakfast. Dig?"
Penny nodded. "Dig. But I want to have your child some day, Peter. I mean it."
Peter smiled and kissed her nose. He kissed her lush, hot, yielding mouth again. He kept his weight off her and his giant cock nudged down between her thighs. He put his hand on her fuzzy mound and gently pressed a finger into her hot pussy lips. There was a coating of secretion on them and they were pouted, as if for a kiss, to accept his mouth or his cock. He found her inner vulva as juicy as it was possible to be. Her body heat seemed furnace-like.
Peter was lured into a longer and longer kiss.
Penny's mouth was marvelously sweet and soft and wanting. He dipped his tongue between her honeyed lips. When he dragged his lips away, Penny was in a state of seductive restlessness. She was close to panting, so great was her arousal. She writhed under him. Her nipples were hard, a flushed, vivid pink. Every erotic surface of her body was puffed and sensitive. Her golden brown eyes were half closed, smoldering, hungry pits.
She gasped, "Don't go down on me! Oh, Peter, I'm so ready now ... I'll explode if you don't do it now!"
He nodded. She was right and she was ripe for puncturing. And his heavy ramrod would do the job. He took her lush, hot mouth again. She arched up against him and rubbed her breasts frantically on his chest.
She moaned imploringly. Her belly ached in a weird, indescribably itchy way. She wanted that thin membrane ripped away-penetrated! She wanted Peter's cock buried in her! "Fuck me, Peter! FUCK ME!"
"Okay, okay." He got into position.
Penny was sobbing with nervousness, anticipation, and a sickening dread. The time had finally come. She felt Peter's huge cudgel of a cock prodding at her pussy lips. She was so worked up! Her lust and determination overwhelmed the sickening fear ... the unknown. Penny drew her knees up. She was dry mouthed and tight chested. She gasped for air.
She felt Peter's hand and wrist on the inside of her left thigh. He was grasping the shaft of his cock. The head of the monster was rubbing up and down against her slippery lips. The lips of her vulva parted easily. The head slipped inside to the tender, juicy pink flesh of her labia.
Penny moaned. She drew her knees higher. Her hands were hooked under her thighs. She turned her head feverishly this way and that. She licked her lips continuously. She felt the big head of his cock lodge against the inner opening to her vagina. She panted louder as she felt him readying, seeking leverage. She gasped, "Break me!"
Peter gripped his hands over her shoulders. He pressed against the barrier. Steadily increased the pressure. Penny felt the pushing ... felt her vaginal mouth yielding ... wider-more-his glans was up against her hymen now-that sheet of tissue that meant virginity or defloration. Now-pain-as the pressure mounted. A ring of fire there. She cried, "Do it!"
Peter grunted and thrust with all his power! His cock tore through the thin, straining membrane. The force of his thrust carried his cock far into her virginal cunt.
Penny shrieked! She was torn open! Jagged shards of pain surrounded the huge bulk that had burst into her belly. Her vagina was stretched to encompass this first intruder-this incredible size! Her sheath was a tube of pain. Penny's mouth contorted with agony. She screamed again!
Peter didn't move in her. His cock started to soften. "Shut up, damn it! You wanted it so fucking bad!"
Penny gritted her teeth. Tears welled in her eyes. "Peter, it hurts so much!"
"You want me to stop?" He glanced around over his shoulder. He half expected Mae to come in. She must have heard those screams!
Penny set her jaw. She blinked away tears. "No! I want to be really fucked ... in a minute. Just give me a minute...." She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, slowly.
Peter remained on his elbows and knees over her. His cock remained sunk about two-thirds into her. About five inches of fat, now softened cock. It was about two-thirds hard.
The diminished thickness and hardness helped Penny. The pain dulled a lot. She could think and feel around it. The presence of Peter's cock in her was good. She didn't regret her defloration. She whispered, "Move slowly ... really slow."
She closed her eyes and wondered if their mother had heard her yells. Penny didn't care. There was nothing Mae could do. Peter began tiny in and out moves in her sore cunt. Very gentle. The pain remained dull in spite of the movement. Penny was surprised and delighted and hopeful. She slowly lowered her feet to the bed. This gave her leverage.
She slowly, infinitely slowly, experimentally, began to move with Peter. "Oh, wow ... it's feeling good! It hurts, too, but it feels good...." She moved gradually more enthusiastically. She asked, "Is there much blood?"
Peter peered under, between their bodies. "A little bit. A few dribbles. There isn't much. It isn't bleeding now."
"Umm. I was ripe for popping!" Her eyes took on a glow of satisfaction.
Peter let her set the pace. He smiled down at his sister. He really loved her. She had guts and he had to admit she was his equal.
Penny smiled back at him. She closed her eyes again and concentrated on feeling. The pain was, amazingly, fading even more. Her cunt was adjusting to his size. And her torn-open hymen was somehow losing sensitivity. Penny slid her hands onto his back, and down onto his buttocks. She whispered, "Go deeper."
"You're really a glutton the first time."
"Umm ... Oh, yes ... more." Penny spread her fingers on his tensed, moving buttocks. She pulled him down-deeper into her cunt. Her insides were loosening, turning squishy and hot. The massive slide of Peter's cock was becoming pure enjoyment! The remnants of her hymen seemed nearly dead-a minor irritation.
Penny began to moan with pleasure. What a feeling! All that big, fat cock in her belly. No regrets ... only why did she wait this long? How much more could he get into her? It felt marvelous! Could she take it all! She wanted it all! "Oh, Peter, fuck me ... fuck me!"
They both heard the door to his room open, behind them. It had to be their mother! Penny cried, "Don't stop!" She stared up at him with a wild, glorious expression.
Peter did not intend to stop! He heard the deep indrawn gasp of shock behind him. He drove his cock still deeper into his sister's clenching, rippling cunt. Shit, it felt great in there. He almost had it all in, all but one inch, it felt like. And Penny's fingers were digging into his ass, urging him to bury his log all the way!
There was a low, ululating moan of horror behind him and he recognized his mother's voice. He gripped Penny's shoulders. He fucked her, faster and faster, and deeper ... deeper, until it astonished him that she was taking him. Her cunt was like hot Jello inside, with muscles! Jesus!
Peter was getting carried away. What a fuck! He had everything in her, he was socking the log in as far as was humanly possible! Tight in there-yes! Hot, spasming ... soft, exquisite-just like her mouth.
Penny was panting, writhing, jolting up against his loins, taking his killing thrusts and howling her thrills and ecstasy. "OH, GOD, PETER! I'M GOING TO COME! I'M GOING TO COME!"
They both heard Mae's shriek ... and her fall. She had fainted.
They didn't stop.
They couldn't stop.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mae lay in bed the next morning, reliving the scene she had witnessed the night before. She cringed. I should have stopped them. Brother and sister-fucking! My own children! Fucking!
Mae was beset by demons. Her memories of what she had done with Peter and Penny tormented her. She tossed and turned. Lord, I need to be punished! I'm depraved beyond imagining!
She gripped her big, soft breasts and dug in her nails. The pain wasn't enough. She had the impulse to run naked through the streets. Yet she realized, if she did that, she would need to be punished for that in turn. The cycle was endless.
Where had her need for humiliation and punishment started? Where was the first sin that required continuing sin? She couldn't remember. She only wanted to be servile and submissive, to do what others ordered her to do. That way, somehow, it wasn't her responsibility. What happened was their fault.
She lay in bed fearful, however, fearful that Peter was lying in his bed, waiting for her. Or Penny ... Penny might be staying home sick after being-after having-Mae couldn't think the words. She avoided out the memories-the vivid, indelible pictures in her mind.
Mae's hands drifted down her body like spiders, under the covers, aimless, erratic, yet both converging on her pajama-covered loins. She closed her eyes tighter. She breathed in short, unknowing gasps. Her hands had made their way into her pajama bottoms ... her hands were on her naked flesh-on her pussy, probing, sending blind fingers between the slippery lips, the quickly slippery lips ... plucking at folds of labia, finding the swelling, hardening clitoris. Stroking ... stroking....
Mae writhed under the covers. Her mind was a cataract of images, stray thoughts ... planning the evening meal, planning her ironing, as her evil, uncontrollable fingers brought her to a swift, panting, shattering orgasm. Her mind reeling from the pleasure, Mae somehow wasn't satisfied. There was no shame for her in simple manual masturbation. There was no inner balancing of the guilt scales.
Mae threw the covers down. She sprawled on the bed and swiftly, pantingly, stripped off her pajamas. She lay back on the bed, legs wide open, writhing, with her hands clamped tightly, painfully, onto her fat breasts. Her big nipples poked up between her fingers. She tightened those fingers and sent a hot pain glowing through the heavy flesh. She was breathing fast. She leaped out of bed and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser. She took out that long brown box and opened it. She withdrew the long, thick dildo. In her mind-Peter's cock! She measured the yielding plastic with her hands. She closed her eyes. Yes-Peter's cock was at least this thick ... and at least this long ... She shivered in the throes of breathtaking memory.
Slowly, eyes closed, she lowered her head and took the big, plastic glans into her mouth. She moaned. She sucked the glans, and took more of the dildo into her mouth ... Mae pulled the thing from her mouth and flung herself, sobbing, to the unmade bed, clutching the plastic cock in her right hand. Slowly, naked, she hunched up onto her knees, her face and shoulders pressed to the sheet, her white, gourd-like breasts hanging softly. She reached under her belly with the dildo and with both hands poked it at her loose, wet pussy lips.
Mae sighed and quivered as the head entered her. She let her legs straighten slowly, lowering her hips, and driving the length of plastic cock farther up into her hot cunt. She whispered thickly, "Peter ... my son ... my son...." She let herself down farther onto the artificial cock. She moaned quaveringly. The thing penetrated far up into her belly. She mouthed folds of the sheet under her face and clenched her teeth on them. She rolled her head. Her arms tensed, her grip tightened on the end of the dildo as she ground her hips lower, thrusting ... taking ... moaning her son's name over and over, out of her mind with shameful, forbidden lust.
Mae panted and writhed on the bed, her hands far down under her, holding the base of the dildo in position as she wildly fucked the huge length. She shuddered repeatedly. Bolts of pleasure shot through her loins. She quieted. She rolled over onto her side, eyes still closed, lips silently forming Peter's name. Gradually, her sanity returned. She wailed and covered her face with her hands. She used one hand to drag the giant plastic cock from her still spasming cunt.
She staggered off the bed and dressed feverishly, the dildo on the bed, its box on the dresser-awareness suppressed! It didn't happen. It didn't happen.
Mae sighed and sighed and relaxed. And dreaded leaving the bedroom. They might be waiting! She looked at her watch. It was way past the time they should have left for school. She listened, holding her breath. Her fingers wiped themselves on the sheets without her knowing. Clever fingers.
Silence. She crept out of the room. She had to know. She crept very carefully, very quietly, down the hall to Peter's room. The door was open ... He wasn't there! Mae slumped with relief. But maybe Penny! Mae crept farther and saw her daughter's door ajar, and her daughter's bed mussed and empty.
The house was loud with emptiness. Mae blinked and said aloud to herself, "Now my masters are away, and I can do the things around here that have to be done. They really have to leave me alone once in a while." She went into the kitchen and cleared the dishes the kids had left. At odd times during the day she stopped abruptly, cocked her head in a strained, bird-like motion, and listened.
Lars drove up at two-thirty in the afternoon, from the airport. He came booming into the house. "MAE? LORD AND MASTER IS HOME!"
In Penny's bedroom, Mae was smoothing the bedspread over a pillow. She whispered, wide-eyed, "Peter?" And she blushed violently. Her mind filled with images of her son's monstrously big cock ... and she felt it in her hands ... and she felt it in her mouth....
Lars found her in the bedroom, one hand on the spread, half bent over, a vacant, dreaming look on her face. "Thinking of me?" He grabbed one of her breasts.
Mae shuddered, and saw him. "Oh!-Lars." She blinked rapidly. "You're back."
"Back and ready to fuck you blind. I've been without for three days and I've saved up every drop for you." He pulled her around to face him. He squeezed her large breasts. "Get these clothes off! Goddamned bras!" His pants were already bulging with an erection. He dragged her by the hand into the master bedroom.
"Yes, Lars." Mae obediently started to unbutton her dress.
Lars pulled her into their bedroom. He grumbled, "Why can't you do this room first? Always those kids come before anything...." He saw the forgotten dildo lying on the rumpled sheet. "What the hell?" He picked it up-Mae gasped. Her fist flew to her mouth. She bit a knuckle painfully hard. Her brown eyes dilated. Lars's blue eyes turned hard and cold. "This is what you do when I'm away?" He flung the soft plastic cock down on the bed. "Son of a bitch!" He grabbed Mae and threw her onto the bed. "That's almost as bad as having another man!" He slapped Mae-hard! Her head was jolted to the left. His other hand came around and cracked on her other cheek. Her head jerked back. Mae sobbed with shock and pain. Her cheeks were afire. Her head felt disconnected. But she knew she deserved it. This punishment and this exposure of her secret vice.
Lars was truly furious. There were red blotches in his cheeks. His eyes blazed. He began ripping Mae's clothes from her. Her house dress was shredded away. Her white slip was yanked powerfully from the top-the straps gave, the seams parted. Two swipes of his powerful arm and hand and it was rags on the floor where he had tossed the strips of cotton dress. Mae did not dare resist. She had never seen Lars this angry before. He was ferocious. He grunted as he hooked strong fingers into her right bra cup. He pulled and the straps tore free ... the hooks in the bag ripped out. The deep cotton cup that had held her right breast came away suddenly. Her breast sagged slightly to the side of her chest. The nipple surged into violent prominence.
"Bitch!" Lars tore the remains of her bra off her left shoulder and arm. She was naked except for white panties. He was gasping with effort and rage. He grabbed two handfuls of the panties at the waistband and hauled upward. Mae's hips were lifted off the bed for a second-then the thin elastic and rayon yielded and ripped. He dragged the remains down her legs and off. He threw her slippers violently away. Mae was naked. There were red strap-welts on her buttery skin. Her breasts rose and fell quickly in fear and anticipation. What was he going to do to her to punish her?
Lars stood beside the bed, glaring down at her, his chest heaving. He reached down and picked up the long, fat plastic cock. He slapped it into his left palm like a club. Thwack-thwack-thwack. He said harshly, "You like this thing, huh? You fuck yourself with it, huh? Is it as good as a live cock?"
Mae shook her head. She couldn't meet his gaze.
"What?"
"No."
"Why isn't it? It's bigger than mine. Is that what you like-size?"
Mae said weakly, "No."
Lars kept whacking the dildo into his palm. He said, "Get out my prick and start sucking me!"
Mae was relieved. She scrambled to obey. A moment later she had his pants and briefs down to his ankles. She quickly swooped her open, soft-lipped mouth to take three inches of his small-headed, thick-shouldered cock. She sucked eagerly. She had to please him. She had to placate one of her masters. It was good to be submissive like this. It was satisfying, but shameful, too.
Mae sucked ... She filled her swooping, moving mouth with his rigid cock, and slithered her tongue here and there, and tried a corkscrew turning of her head, tried different caresses with her hands and fingers on the slab-like shaft, and under, where the taut sac held his nervous balls ... along his tense, rock-hard thighs. She sat on the edge of the bed and served Lars. And from the corner of her eye she saw the dildo hanging from his right hand, swaying, nudging her arm and shoulder as she sucked him.
Abruptly, Lars said, "That's enough in that position. I want to try something." He shoved her to the center of the bed. He crouched over her in the sixty-nine position, the dildo still in his hand. His cock hung stiffly down toward her mouth.
Mae's guts were watery. He was going to use the dildo on her while she sucked him, she knew it! It would be painful and brutal. Punishment! Her excitement increased.
"Suck!" Lars peered under and thrust down at her open, waiting mouth ... that hot, wet hole with that great, churning tongue! His glans was taken into the clinging furnace of her mouth. He thrust deeper, vindictively, sensuously. He gazed down at Mae's pussy. The lips were puffed and pink with arousal. There was a film of slippery secretion. He began mouth fucking-driving his cock down into her receptive lips.
He watched her legs open and her knees raise. Her slit parted to show a gorge of juicy, delicate pinkness. He could see her inner, cunt opening. It seemed to open and close as her growing lust in sucking him manifested itself in reflexive spasming in her vagina.
Lars enjoyed her sweet, skilled mouth! God, Mae was a great cocksucker! A great fuck, too. He drilled his very wide cock down and down. She had all she could handle now. She was making those gagging sounds each time he sank his cock between those hot, straining, soft lips, and down along that whipped cream tongue.
Lars remembered the dildo clutched in his right hand. He grinned. He wanted to see how much of that thing she could take. He braced himself with his left arm and pressed the huge plastic cock's head into her wet slit, into the yielding pinkness ... into the opening to her vagina, which expanded to encompass it.
Lars became fascinated with the up-close spectacle of seeing a woman's pussy when a big cock was entering. He pressed more of the molded plastic shaft into her cunt. The inner lips were drawn inward by its thickness and lack of lubrication.
Mae felt what he was doing. But he was gentle. That wasn't right. Somehow, she scraped his cock with her teeth. She almost never did it.
Lars hissed, jerked and growled at her to be careful! To teach her a lesson he jolted her head back into the mattress with a powerful thrust of his cock-down to the back of her throat where her palate closed-on his glans in a paroxysm of automatic muscle spasming. And he jammed the dildo still deeper into her cunt. Half of the thing was in her. He drew some of it out and plunged still more in ... and in ... and in!
Now there was inner resistance to the incredible thickness and length he had pushed into her belly. He grinned and twisted and turned the shaft, applying more pressure. "Like it, baby? LIKE IT?"
She gagged on his plunging cock. He was getting that tight inner glow. She made groaning, moaning pain sounds as he forced the dildo deeper and deeper into her cunt. His gripping fist was grinding into the sensitive, splayed lips of her vulva. As his passion and lust approached orgasm, Lars began drawing the dildo almost all the way out of her cunt, then plunging it in-deep! till his fist smacked wetly against the wide open pussy lips. With each down-fuck into Mae's sucking, tonguing mouth, he jammed the dildo into her cunt. Now-faster-faster!
Mae's hips were writhing, jumping, jerking around. She had her hands up on his ass, urging him to mouth fuck her as deep and hard as he wanted.
Lars puzzled for a split second at her unusual willingness this time. She had almost seemed to want this. God, he was close to coming now! He was beginning to tremble all over. It was going to be a mindblower. The sensations were filling his loins, his guts! His cock felt like a red-hot ingot, and that intense heat was pure pleasure, getting tighter and tighter and more and more near the edge of no-control. His mind began to rock like a boat in a storm. A great lust-a hurricane of sensation-ecstasy!-was swirling in his cock.
Lars plunged his cock into Mae's hot cauldron of a mouth-oh, now-OH, now-oh, NOW!
He slammed the dildo into her cunt. Faster! Her belly rippled and bloated. Gurgling, gobbling sounds came from her throat. Smack-Smack-Smack! The huge wet length of the dildo was buried in her clenching cunt, time after time.
She was loving it! With his last clear, pre-orgasm thought, Lars realized this. His blue eyes were fiercely bright with the rapture that was shaking his body. His cock was being swallowed. Her tongue was a velvet snake, drawing his soul out of his skull! Lars drew the dildo completely out of her cunt. The long, thick plastic shaft and head dripped with her lubrication. He was going-She was plunging her head up and down, using her mouth as a cunt, her tongue as a slithering devil that was luring his first great spasm of overwhelming ecstasy.
Lars quivered, frozen-hanging on the edge of that golden, molten cliff. He rasped air into his lungs. He couldn't think anymore. From some evil depth of his psyche came a command-and he crammed the dildo into Mae's anus!
Before her body-mind could react-the fat, soft plastic head was in her rectum. Her cunt juices made the dildo a stiff, slippery eel! She was paralyzed with shock and an agony of pain as the thick bulk was crammed up past her rectum-into her lower colon, up-up-squishing through soft-formed shit-wrenching natural curves of bowel to exquisitely painful straightness and distorted expansion.
Lars roared with demonic joy as he spurted into the down-curving, spasming softness of her palate. He rammed the dildo into her ass! He roared and spurted again-again! His face was a mask of delight and sensory torture. And he continued to rape her anus-to churn her guts, so that she choked on his jetting semen and gurgled a strangling scream of pain.
Then-too soon-the magic frenzy was over. Lars let her suck him dry. The pleasure drained with his last drops, the last thin flow. He loosed the sweaty end of the dildo. He wasn't interested in that anymore. Lars grunted himself away from her. He lurched into the bathroom.
On the bed, on her side now, Mae slowly, carefully, sobbing quietly, pulled the massive plastic cock from her ass. The pain was a funny pain now ... soft and hot and oddly nice. She was afraid to think about it. Mae crawled painfully off the bed and put the smeared, evil-smelling dildo back into its long brown box. She would wash it later. She was confused. She stared stupidly at her torn clothes on the floor. She went out of the room to the other bathroom.
It would soon be time for the kids to come home from school. She had to be ready for Peter....
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Three days later. Only that short a time. Mae had gotten up, prepared Lars his usual breakfast of hotcakes and eggs, coffee and grapefruit, and kissed him good-bye. But her mind told her something was wrong. As he drove away, she listened to the house and didn't hear the usual small sounds of Peter and Penny as they got up, used the bathroom, dressed.
There was a unique half silence ... different sounds. Penny giggling softly. Peter's voice, muted. And Mae's own fast, frightened breathing. She knew they were planning something with her. Something awful ... dirty ... perverted ... depraved.
Mae felt suffocated. She couldn't get her breath. She swayed in the entranceway, and grabbed at the wall to steady herself. Her stomach was sinking into a bottomless pit. Then Penny walked into the living room stark naked, and Mae knew it was beginning-her total destruction as a sane human being. The horror of it was-a part of Mae's disintegrating personality welcomed what was to come. Insanity is the ultimate social freedom.
Penny smiled and regarded her mother with amused interest. Penny asked, "What's the matter? Getting a premonition, or something?" Penny fondled her lush left breast as she spoke. Her finger thrummed the nipple.
Mae couldn't take Penny's insolent nakedness, and that defiant self-caress. It couldn't be so open! "G-get something on, dear. It isn't decent to walk around in the house like that."
"It isn't decent for a mother to go down on her daughter, either. To say nothing of sucking off her son."
Penny's words, spoken softly, casually, as a matter-of-fact, were like boulders crashing through Mae's fragile self-composure. Mae trembled and turned away, head bowed, hands covering her face.
Penny tsk-tsked. She went to her mother and put her arm around her. "Don't go all to pieces. We love you. We'll always love you. In every way." Penny turned Mae and urged her back toward the hallway. "Come on now, Mother. Peter is waiting."
Mae cringed and tried to resist Penny's urging arm. "No-Oh, God, I can't ... not again."
"Of course you can. You will."
Mae felt dizzy again. Somehow her legs, trembling and uncertain, could not save her.
She allowed Penny to guide her, half pushing, to the master bedroom.
They entered, and there was Peter, his right hand full of his enormous cock, massaging it, working the huge column of hard flesh, lying naked on the bed she had so recently shared with Lars.
Peter grinned. "Hi, Mom. Time to take the wrapper off the package." He stroked his cock slowly, sensually, his legs open, his balls rising and falling from the movement of the skin. "Time to show you the way things are going to be from now on."
Mae hid her face again. She wailed, "What's going to happen to me?"
"All kinds of things. I'm going to fuck you this morning. Penny and I will use you ... It'll be fun. We'll all have fun."
Mae sank to her knees. "Oh, God-God! Why are you doing this to me?" She was so weak-physically, morally, spiritually ... so much like a ball of warm wax that could be shaped and used-yes, used-by anyone ... even her own children!
Mae wept. Peter was going to fuck her. Her breasts were warm ... wax ... in her sleeping bra. And as she knelt, crying, she felt the shameful discomfort of having her nipples erecting against the center seams of the cotton cups.
Penny said, "She really makes a big thing out of it."
"That's where most of the fun is for her-and us." Peter continued his slow pumping of his huge cock. "Mother needs to be dragged through the muck. That's our job."
Penny looked down at her huddling, weeping mother. "Well, then, let's start mucking her up."
Peter nodded. "Mother, stand up! STAND UP!"
Penny stooped to drag Mae to her feet, but Peter waved for her not to.
Mae heard his command. She had to fight. She had to refuse ... or ... it would happen-She quailed at the obscene image that filled her mind. Peter's cock sliding deep into her cunt-OH, GOD! Peter fucking her! Fucking-fucking-fuckingfuckingfucking! Mae sobbed brokenly and could not stop herself from rising to her feet as he had commanded.
"Fine. Now we want you naked like we are! STRIP! STRIP NAKED!"
Mae could not do it facing him. Her eyes were swollen and red. She could barely see, but she knew he was looking, waiting. She was gasping, sick to her stomach, shaking. This was it. This now was going to determine her future-her fate. Mae turned away from the bed. With trembling hands she opened her robe. She sobbed and let it drop to the floor. She stood in her pajamas. Under her pajamas she wore bra and panties. She moaned desperately, beseechingly, "Why are you making me do this?"
Penny said spitefully, "Because you drove Dad away and took on Lars! You have to be punished for that!"
Peter said, "And because it's fun to make you do things like this. It's a pleasure, too. We enjoy what you do for us, Mom. Isn't it a mother's duty to make life a joy for her children? Everybody wins this way, Mom. You can have your cake and eat it, too."
Penny said, "I want to watch her suck you!"
"You will. And I'll watch her eat you. I'll probably fuck her while she's doing it. We're going to have all kinds of sex fun with Mother in the days and months and years to come."
Penny gazed at her brother with open admiration. "Wow. What a master plan. Yeah ... I dig it! We have her all to ourselves ... and we have each other too!"
Peter grinned and nodded.
In a secret part of her mind, Mae grew hot with anticipation. Yes, she wanted it that way. A slave to her domineering twins. They had no restraints. They took what they wanted! They were taking her, now.
Peter saw that Mae had stopped undressing. He put anger and power into his tone. "Mother, I won't say this again! Strip!"
The last shred of resistance melted from her. Peter was her master. Mae succumbed to her needs. She unbuttoned her pajama top and let it fall away. Head bowed, still sobbing-because it was shameful and degraded, and because she had to keep up appearances, and because a large part of her self was scandalized, shocked, outraged, shamed-she pulled the white cord at the waist of her bottoms, and let them slip down off her fleshy hips, down her round thighs.
She reached up behind her back to unhook her bra. But Penny's fingers were there quickly. "I'll do it." Mae's bra opened and Penny's fingers brushed the straps aside. Penny took the opportunity to reach under her mother's arms and softly fill her small, girl's hands with her mother's heavy breasts. She pressed against her mother's back, pressed her own lush breasts there, and mischievously kissed Mae's neck.
Mae trembled. What a strange sensation-the small soft, unmasculine hands on her breasts were pleasant-no! It couldn't be nice! And so Mae warred with herself within herself.
Penny pressed and rubbed her lean, adolescent girl's body against her mother's mature, fully fleshed body ... and turned Mae slowly so that Peter, still manipulating his huge cock, could see fully, from every angle.
Peter said, "Down with those panties, Mother." He motioned for Penny not to assist. "Let her do it for herself. She wants to, anyway. Don't you, Mother?"
"No!" Yet Mae's fingers were plucking at her panties' waistband.
Peter waited. Penny waited. They watched their mother expectantly.
Mae flushed violently. She was facing Peter. Her naked breasts glowed with warmth. Her nipples were achingly erect. A shameful itching was blooming in her cunt. She was sobbing, gasping ... She turned her head to the side and bent forward-and pushed her panties off her hips ... She stepped free of them and straightened up. I'm lost now ... there's nothing but degradation and perversion ahead.
Peter said, "Come to the bed, Mother. Come and get fucked!"
Mae moaned and struggled briefly, ineffectively, as Penny pushed her to the edge of the bed. Then she was pushed forward off balance and had to climb onto the bed-into Peter's waiting arms!
Peter kissed her erotically, with tongue and open-mouthed lust. He had never kissed her before except for dutiful pecks in years past.
Mae was in turmoil. Her dizziness returned. Behind her closed eyes her mind reeled in vertigo. Then her mouth cooperated with her son's lustful, dominating mouth. The cancer of her masochism ate at her remaining sanity and control. She moaned softly around his invading tongue and her arms stole around his neck ... and tightened.
Penny said with pleased surprised, "Hey...." She climbed onto the bed, too, and reached out to grasp and fondle Peter's briefly neglected cock. She squirmed closer and slid her mouth down over the head.
Peter kissed his mother with renewed, intensified lust. Mae was aware-by feel, by sound, by body position-of what Penny was doing. She tore her mouth free of Peter's passionate lips, and looked down, wide-eyed, infinitely shocked and infinitely tolerant of her daughter's worship. No limits-no limits-YES, EVERYTHING! ANYTHING!
Peter put his hands on Mae's heavy, hot breasts. She closed her eyes and wanted to take his mouth, to revel in lasciviousness and incest. But Mae could not initiate. She could not take the responsibility, the blame. It had to be forced on her ... done to her. She trembled and her back arched gradually under the pleasure of his touch, the sweet mauling of her big breasts. Her arms tightened around his neck.
Peter pulled her arms free of his neck. He said, "Use her, Penny. She's yours for a minute."
Penny lifted her mouth from his massively erect cock. Her eyes gleamed with arousal. She put her hands on Mae's breasts as Peter took his away. She fondled the big, deep globes of white, veined flesh. Penny whispered, "I'm still a little sore from that great fucking Peter gave me a few days ago, Mother, but I can take all the tongue you can give me. You want to eat me, Mother? Want to eat your hot Penny?"
Mae could not meet her daughter's gaze. She hung her head. She enjoyed Penny's hands as they patted and squeezed. She could only say brokenly, through sniffling and wet gasps of breath, "If you want me to."
Penny smiled. "I do want you to. Just be careful to keep your tongue out of my cunt. Just on my clit." Penny lay back next to Peter. She shot him a happy, conspiratorial look. She raised her knees and let her thighs fall wide open. "Go to it, Mom. Eat me. EAT ME!"
Mae moved clumsily between her daughter's slim young legs, trying to keep her face hidden, wishing it were night-dark!
Peter laughed. "Poor Mom, so ashamed of what she's letting us make her do."
Mae's face flamed. She could not stifle a wracking series of sobs-the last of her decency was using itself up. She moaned and hid her face between Penny's thighs and pressed her open, wet mouth against the humid, waiting pussy lips.
Penny drew a quick, excited breath. "Tongue me. Use your tongue!"
Mae obeyed. Her tongue flicked into Penny's juicy slit. It found the stiff little clitoris and fluttered over the tiny extremity.
Penny began to moan softly. She began to writhe against her mother's mouth and tongue. She reached over and claimed Peter's huge, throbbing cock. As her mother licked adroitly in her pussy, Penny slowly pumped her brother's cock. She met Peter's eyes.
Peter leaned over and kissed Penny. Their tongues entwined. His hand went to her breasts. Penny began to come. She panted, her toes curled down, her belly sucked in, her hand tightened on his thick, long cock and began to flail up and down. At the last moment-as the sweet, hot pleasure flooded her-Penny slid her mouth free to suck deep, fast lungfuls of air. Her pretty young face twisted with the power of her sensations. Her hips leaped and squirmed as Mae tried to keep her tongue moving on the exquisitely sensitive clitoral area within Penny's flushed slit.
Peter pried her pumping hand from his cock. He was perilously close to shooting off. He didn't want to go that way. He waited until Penny's moans and fast breathing subsided. He observed, smiling, that Mae kept her face hidden in Penny's crotch, even after she had stopped licking. He said, "I think if we put a black sack over Mother's head, with a few small air holes, she'd be much happier."
Penny sighed and looked down. "Like an ostrich with its head in the sand."
"I think I'll put my cock's head into a certain nest...." Peter sat up. "Mother! Roll over onto your back and open your legs."
Penny pulled away from Mae, leaving her exposed. "Go on, Mom! Peter's going to fuck you now! Aren't you excited? Believe me, it's an experience!"
Mae rolled over. She was shaking. Her eyes were shut tight. Her knees slowly rose and fell wide to reveal her thickly bushed pussy. There was a smear of slick wetness on the puffed labia. Her breasts, appearing more full and firm than when she had been exposed by Penny, pushed out dark, grape-like nipples. She whispered to herself, "Oh, God ... oh, God ... help me, help me."
Peter mounted his mother. He rested on elbows and knees. His giant cock lay heavily in her crotch. He gazed down at Mae's tightly closed eyes, quivering cheeks, clenched jaws. He asked Penny, "Put me in her, will you?"
"Will I ever! I want to see every inch go in!"
Mae shuddered with a repressed or weakened emotion. She didn't attempt to move or stop the event.
Penny reached in between their loins and grasped Peter's solid, incredible eight-and-a-quarter-inch cock. She nestled the big, velvety head into Mae's bearded slit, low, where the entrance to the vagina lay. Peter felt the soft wetness and felt his glans settle into the opening. He lustfully watched his mother's face as he put pressure behind his cock and stretched her entrance as he went in.
She made a small, strained grunting sound in her chest. She was gasping shamelessly. Her brown eyes flared open for an instant and were captured by his greedy eyes. Her pupils dilated. Her lids shut tight again. Her lower lip began to tremble.
Penny lay on the bed beside them, peering at their joining. "Give it to her, Peter! Shove it all in!"
"I want to enjoy this." He felt the quivering of his mother's thighs against his hips ... the jelly-like inner surfaces of her cunt ... the tiny nervous spasms of her inner mouth. He hovered in her-with just his glans inside-and savored the sensations. His cock felt like a monstrous living bar qf steel, something alive, connected to him, but apart somehow.
He watched his mother's face. "Like it, Mom?" Mae's lips moved silently. Her hands were clutching the bedding. Peter sank farther into her ... into the special, liquidy heat of his mother's cunt. He was thrilled and astonished at what he was doing. His depravity sent chills up his spine. I'm really sick, sick, sick ... Christ, this is good!
He loved the feel of her cunt closing around more and more of his length. In and in ... slow sweet inches of thick cock into his mother's belly. He had secretly dreamed of this. Now it was real! Now it was happening! Peter gazed down at Mae's slowly changing expression. As he penetrated deeper and deeper, as her son's giant cock filled her, she lost more and more control of herself.
Mae's fast breathing turned raspy. Her fingers clenched the blankets tighter for security, for stability, but the fact of Peter's immense size going deeper and still deeper into her now engorged cunt was too much for her. Mae began to fragment. Her face worked. Her eyes opened and darted about. Small mewlings sounded from her throat.
Penny watched intently, eagerly. She saw Peter give a small, twisting thrust and bury the last inch of his huge cock. Penny quickly looked to her mother's face. Mae's expression was one of naked lust. Her entire body was trembling. Her fingers dug deeper into the bedding.
Peter caught Penny's eye. He said, "Shit, this is great!" He started to fuck Mae ... slowly, deeply. The hot, gut-clenching pleasure of an approaching, irresistible orgasm came alive in him almost immediately. Peter couldn't stop. He had to fuck his mother faster! He slapped his hard, tensed belly against her softer, quaking flesh. His cock plunged into her tightening depths with all his greed and lust behind the thrusts.
Mae began to wail helplessly. Her knees drew back further and further. Her hands were like insane crabs on the bedding, scuttling this way and that ... Peter was rifling his mother's cunt! Plunging madly, smacking her, jolting her! Both their mouths were open, panting, both groaning uncontrollably. Penny was unable to look away from the massive, gargantuan thrusts of Peter's cock. She kept thinking dazedly, I took that much. He was doing that to me!
Peter cried, "OH, CHRIST! OH, CHRIST!" He seemed to be trying to bury his entire body in his mother's flexing belly, to re-enter the womb. Mae was now shuddering continuously, her eyes were bulging from her head, her mouth contorted. She was squealing like a pig. Peter was spurting in her, in his mother! Shooting off! Each spasm of semen coated the walls of her and made each successive thrust more exquisite, more keen.
Mae knew her son had come. She was hardly conscious of anything else. Her loins were suffused with a seething, boiling pleasure that was more shatteringly intense than anything she had ever before experienced with Lars. She was nakedly overwhelmed with her pleasure, openly, shamelessly grunting, panting, clawing the bed, a shattered woman, driven beyond all her limits, with her rigid, and fragile, walls of prescribed behavior and thoughts in utter ruin.
Peter slowed his wild, savage thrusts. He rested on his mother's soft, jerking belly, and her warm, full breasts. When he could speak, he said, "That was only the beginning, Mother. You're our slave now. Now you're ours. We'll use you anytime we want, any way we want."
Mae loved his hot, sweaty weight. She wanted him to lie on her forever. She nodded. "Yes, Peter." Then a reaction set in and she began to weep hysterically.
Peter got off her. His long, soft cock slithered from her still squeezing, softly fluctuating cunt. Peter left the bed with Penny. They stood for a few seconds, naked, hand in hand, watching their mother.
Penny said contemptuously, "She just can't stand change. Any kind of stress...."
"Let's get some breakfast. Fucking makes me hungry," Peter admitted.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Four days later, early on a Saturday morning, Penny came to Peter's room and climbed into his bed.
Mae and Lars were sleeping late-they had gone to a party the night before. Peter filled his hands with Penny's buoyant, firm breasts. She lay beside him and filled her hands with his large, half-hard cock. She stroked and manipulated his lengthening organ. She sighed with enjoyment as he kissed and sucked on her stiffening pink nipples. She said, "We going to fuck this morning?"
"Ready for it?" Peter moved a hand to her pussy and gently inserted a finger. He watched her face as he explored the entrance to her vagina.
Penny smiled. "I did that myself before I decided to come in here. I even tried the handle of my hairbrush."
"Oh?" Peter slid a second finger into her ... then a third, in a bunch. He pushed them to the limit.
Penny didn't flinch. "That stings a little."
"I guess you're ready." Peter withdrew his fingers from her cunt and slithered them up over her clitoris. Penny was getting juicy.
"Any time, from now on." She had his cock fully hard. Her fingers gripped and regripped its thickness as she slowly pumped.
They kissed passionately.
Penny whispered, "Fuck me!"
"In a minute. We've got to coordinate on our plan to get rid of Lars. This is the day."
Penny nodded. She continued to tenderly stroke Peter's cock. "There's no place for him in this house now. He's just an intruder."
"I'll tell Mom to go shopping for two hours. She'll tell Lars where she's going and how long she'll be gone."
Penny smiled. "Then I go in to him and do my thing."
"Right. But before that I'll let him know indirectly that I've gone to the park to play tennis."
Penny frowned. "Think he'll really be scared enough to split for good?"
"We've got to play it straight. Be sincere."
"Umm. I'll give an Oscar performance." Penny rolled onto her back. "Now?" She drew her thighs up and clutched them to her breasts. Her wet pussy was exposed, open, ready.
Peter rolled over on top of her. "You really want it, don't you?"
"God, do I!" Penny writhed to get her hands between their loins so she could guide his cock. "Don't you? Don't play games with me."
"Sure I do!" He kissed her again. His tongue was an exciting, hot eel in her mouth.
Penny moaned and brought the head of his giant, rigid cock to her wet slit. She squirmed a bit lower as she responded to and continued the kiss. She had the head in position to enter her. She slid her hand around onto Peter's ass. She urged him in. Peter responded by easing his cock slowly into her. The glans was enclosed in her jellied sheath ... Penny urged him in faster. She tore her mouth free of his kiss. "Don't be so damned careful!"
He grinned. He surged into her cunt-deep-DEEP!
Penny strained up to meet his total thrust. "AHHH ... God, I love it!" She was gorged, belly full, stretched. The monster in her cunt lay throbbing, a massive club of hot gristle. "Oh, Peter, I love you!"
"I love you, too, Penny. Always have." He drew back slowly, until all of his glistening shaft was out of her except for his glans. "No pain?"
"No. It's okay now." Penny smiled. "I started taking birth-control pills a couple days ago. I ordered Mother to get them for me."
"Then brace yourself, 'cause you're going to get fucked!" Peter rammed all the way. He felt her cunt spasm and clench around his buried cock. He drew back-thrust-thrust-thrust!
Penny was in heaven. The physical shock of taking over eight inches in one huge penetration was almost traumatic, but she knew she could hold it. The distension was fantastic, but it wasn't a pain sensation ... more a weird inner thrumming of her cunt walls as she was stretched and filled. Oh, God! How she was filled!
Again and again and again ... on and on ... more and more plunges of Peter's cock ... until she was panting and writhing and clawing her fingers into his ass, urging him to fuck ever faster and harder. She was taking heavy, jolting thrusts of his massive cock; the bed squeaked and quaked. Her breathing came in forced gasps. Her face mottled with the congested flush of extreme orgasmic arousal. She groaned in her climax ... groaned with amazed ecstasy ... wanting it to go on and on.
Peter panted with effort and lust. Jesus-Penny was tight! What a hungry cunt! He started to go ... He felt like his cock was a foot long. A great wracking, trembling wave of pleasure expelled a high cry of golden agony from his throat. He gouted semen into her hot, sweet cunt. He was blind to everything but the cascading rapture that shook him.
When they had recovered, long moments later, Peter said, "We've got a lot of fun ahead of us, sister of mine, twin of mine."
Penny nodded. She was still feeling the afterglow of her orgasm, it had been that strong! "We're depraved, aren't we? We've committed all kinds of incest! We're enslaving our mother ... wow!" She giggled. "I love it!"
"We still have to get rid of Lars-the outsider."
Penny nodded again. "I'll do my bit, and you do yours."
* * *
Five hours later, around one o'clock in the afternoon, Penny went out into the back yard where Lars was lying in the sun on the blue chaise. She wore her very brief green bikini, the Indian headband to keep her long red-brown hair under control, and green sandals.
Lars didn't hear her. He lay sweating, his skin refusing to tan. He wore a purple bathing suit too small for his fleshy hips and belly. His genitals bulged the tight cup of lastex.
Penny said, "Lars, do you know where Peter is?"
Lars blinked his eyes against the sun. He sat up, leaving a coating of sweat on the hot blue plastic pad. "Umm ... yeah ... he had his tennis racquet. He went up to the park to practice with one of the neighbor boys ... Mike, I think."
"That dumb Mike. What a retard! I was going with Peter, but not if Mike'll be around." Penny sat on the end of the chaise, next to Lars' feet. She ran her hand along his leg to his knee. "You're starting to burn."
Lars agreed. "I don't tan. You do, though." He openly admired her body. "Beautifully."
Penny smiled. "Thank you. I have a problem. I need advice or something. Could we go inside?"
"Sure. You mind me taking a bath to get this sweat off me?"
"No, why should I? You haven't got anything I haven't seen before."
"That's right."
They went inside the house. Into the master bedroom. Penny watched interestedly as Lars pushed down his purple trunks. He had half a hard-on.
"Looks like you need another hand job." Penny laughed. She boldly flipped his large, slab-like cock with her fingers.
Lars grinned. His cock grew still more. "I woulnd't turn it down." He stood naked and reached for Penny. He drew her tight against his body. "I warned you about playing games with me. No teasing!" His hands rubbed over her skimpy bikini bottom. He cupped her round, firm buttocks. He pressed his cock against her belly. The top third of it pressed nakedly, hot, pulsing, into the tanned flesh above her bikini waistband.
Penny pretended a bit of fear. "I wasn't teasing! I'll jack you off if you like."
Lars cocked his head. "I'd like a lot more." He brought his mouth close to hers. His blue eyes searched hers. "Hmm?" He pressed his mouth to hers.
Penny resisted for a few seconds-kept her lips pressed tight together-then yielded and opened her mouth to his insistent tongue.
Lars made a triumphant, guttural sound. He frenched her passionately.
In spite of herself, Penny was turned on by his mouth and the hard, hot throbbing of his very thick cock against her belly. She began to play tongue games with him in the kiss.
His hands moved up to her halter string at her neck. He pulled the green cords and the bow knot came undone.
Penny pulled away from him. Her golden brown eyes were large; she appeared afraid, baffled. "How much more do you want?" Her eyes were drawn down to his massive erection. His cock was as wide as her wrists before narrowing to the small glans.
Her halter sagged loose. She put hands up to halt its slipping off her big, jutting breasts. "Don't-" Lars seized her wrists. He grinned and watched the small green cups slip away from her body. The halter finally fell to the floor.
He examined her lush young breasts with gloating eyes. "A beautiful pair of tits."
"I suppose you want to get your hands on them, too ... like last time."
"Sure." He pulled her hands to his cock. "And you can get your hands on me-like last time."
Penny let her hands remain on his hot shaft. She looked down at the long, broad cock. She watched Lars' hands come up and claim her breasts. A shiver of excitement went through her. She slowly closed her fingers around his cock. It took both hands. She began pulling and pushing the skin.
Lars' mouth took hers again. They tongued. She was really becoming aroused. She liked his aggressiveness ... and resented it. She was afraid of him, too, a little. He was built like a bull-those massive shoulders, that thick chest. And above all, his power of will made her very uneasy. She broke the kiss, glanced at the open bedroom doorway, and said, "I think I should leave." She bent to pick up her bikini halter.
"Not without telling me what's bothering you." Lars went into the bathroom and turned on the water. "What's your problem?"
Penny went to the bathroom door. She didn't bother to put on her halter again. "Sex. I think I'm getting to like it too much. I'm getting so I can't control myself."
"Yeah? In what way?"
Penny drifted inch by inch into the bathroom. Lars was standing at the mirror, running a hand over his blond chin stubble. She said, "I sucked off a boy the other night-and I loved it."
Lars glanced at her sharply. "All the way? You let him squirt in your mouth?"
"Yes. And I swallowed it." Penny defiantly met his glance. She had to grit her teeth to keep from smiling. If he knew which boy!
"Nothing wrong with loving to suck. You can suck me off any time you want."
"Don't tempt me." Penny made herself stare hungrily at his cock.
Lars turned off the tub Water. He looked at Penny speculatively. "I said 'no games.' "
"I know. I'm not ... I'm just finding out things about myself. I don't know how to handle...."
Lars took a wide stance on the red bathroom carpet. His massively wide cock stuck straight out from his blond loins. "Let's test you. Get down on your knees, girl, and suck me!"
Penny blinked. "Hey, that's not fair." She licked her full lips. She pretended to be lured.
"DO IT! Let's see how much control you have! Let's find out if you're compulsive! Down on your knees!"
Penny thought: Just like Mother! She hung her head. "Don't make me, Lars!"
"Suck me!" He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down.
Penny let her knees bend. She knelt. She smiled down at the carpeting. Another minute-
Lars grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up. She found herself facing his cock. The small glans danced in the air a few inches from her mouth. "Please, don't make me do it!"
"You want to! You wouldn't be in here if you didn't want to!" Lars pulled her head closer. He now had both hands entwined in her long auburn hair. His grip was tight and irresistible. He positioned her lips against his glans. "Open up!"
"No-" The instant she opened her lips to speak-his cock was thrust into her mouth and her head pulled forward. The glans surged far back in her mouth. Her lips were stretched by the ever-thickening bulk of his shaft. Penny struggled and tried to pull back.
Lars gritted, "SUCK, DAMN YOU! YOU PRICK-TEASING BITCH! SUCK!"
Lars was facing the bathroom doorway. He saw Peter instantly when Peter came into view. Peter saw. Lars' body went rigid. He jerked away-backward-from Penny. He almost fell into the partly filled tub. Peter stood stunned, gaping, eyes wide. "OH, CHRIST!"
Penny spun like a trapped animal. "Peter!" She burst into sobs. "He made me do it. He forced me!" She covered her face.
Lars recovered his balance. "She's lying. She tempted me in here and told me she wanted to go down on me!!"
"I didn't, I didn't!"
Peter came into the bathroom. His face was red with fury. "YOU BASTARD! I saw what you were doing-you were holding her head-forcing her-" He swung at Lars and hit him awkwardly on the neck.
Lars almost hit back. He ducked a second blow. "Cut it out! Stop it before I get mad!"
Peter was shaking. He almost swung again. He was panting with rage. His eyes burned. "You-you better get out of here, mister! You better leave this house and never come back!"
"Hey now-hold it...."
"I MEAN IT!" Peter managed an edge of hysteria in his voice. "You can't attack my sister-make her do something dirty-"
Penny huddled on the floor, sobbing, between Peter and Lars. She was proud of her heartbreaking, realistic crying.
"She said she loved to suck! She-"
"I didn't! He-he tore off my h-halter and grabbed my b-breasts...."
"She's lying! For God's sake, Peter!"
"I know my sister! You pack up and leave! Right now! RIGHT NOW! Or I'll tell Mother! I'll go to the police! Penny's only fifteen. You'll go to prison for twenty years! You forced her to perform an unnatural act! That's perversion!"
On the floor, Penny shook with repressed laughter.
"Peter, let's talk about this-"
"NO!" Peter helped Penny up. He put his arm around her. He led her out of the bedroom. He yelled back over his shoulder, "You pack up and get out in a half hour or I'll call the cops! I mean it! I MEAN IT!"
In the hall, Penny started to break up into helpless giggling laughter.
Peter whispered tightly, "Play it straight!"
Penny nodded and sobered. They went into her room. She put on a skirt and blouse. They waited, talking in low tones.
Twenty minutes after the confrontation they heard Lars emerge from the master bedroom. He yelled, "OKAY, I'M LEAVING! YOU CAN TELL MAE ANY DAMN THING YOU WANT!"
They heard him bump suitcases into the kitchen and out the back door. Penny and Peter ran to his room which had a window facing the garage. They peeked and watched Lars load the bags into the trunk of his car and drive away.
Penny whispered, "We did it! We did it! We did it!" She hugged Peter. Her eyes were dancing. They kissed wildly. They fell off balance onto his bed. The kisses turned hot and passionate. Penny snuggled against Peter. She said, "I want to go again-fuck me?"
"Let's trade-sixty-nine."
"Groovy!" Penny stripped off her clothes. Peter got out of his tennis outfit. Naked, they kissed again and again. His hands reveled over her youthful, firm flesh. Her hands caressed his chest, his back, and trailed fingers around to find his huge cock ready for her lips.
Penny moaned with delight and squirmed around to get her mouth on it. She straddled Peter's head and pressed her pussy down against his waiting mouth as she lifted his long, thick cock with her left hand and stuffed the big glans into her eager mouth.
They were both terrifically excited, filled with triumph and lust. Within a minute Penny's clinging lips and hot, writhing tongue had Peter's cock on the brink of spurting. Peter had his mouth glued to her puffed slit. His tongue whipped across her clitoris so skillfully she was whimpering in the golden spasms of orgasm. He snorted for air as his own climax erupted and his cock jumped, spurting, in her loving, sucking mouth.
When Mae returned in her own car an hour later, and saw Lars' car gone, she sensed something wrong. When she saw the twins and saw the glee in their eyes a weird, sickening joy seized the pit of her stomach.
Penny said, "Your boyfriend left. He packed up and he won't be back."
"Why?"
Penny and Peter exchanged glances. Peter said, "We wanted him out, and we persuaded him to go, that's all."
Penny said, eyes gleaming, "We wanted you all to ourselves, Mom. Now we won't have to share you."
Peter smiled and approached his mother. "Now we can do anything we want, any time we want." He put a hand on her bust. His fingers squeeze one of her breasts. "Can't we? Won't that be fun, Mom?"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mae got in from work at five-thirty. She had hurried to do the shopping. As she entered through the kitchen door she put the grocery bag on the counter. She took off her shortie coat and headed for her bedroom, which had been Penny's room.
As she entered the living room she heard Peter call: "Mom? Bring us a couple Cokes!"
"Yes, dear." She returned to the kitchen and took two Cokes from the refrigerator. She opened them and carried them to the master bedroom. The door was open. She entered.
The twins were on the bed, naked, and Penny was straddling Peter, rising and falling on his cock, filling herself, groaning, with her head thrown back, mouth agape, long hair rippling with her movements. Mae smiled faintly and brought the Cokes to the bedside table.
Peter nodded. He kept his eyes on the massive length of his cock that was regularly disappearing into Penny's cunt as she feverishly rose up and, groaning as she lowered, took till her pubes mashed against his. He reached for one of the bottles. "Hey, hungry cunt. Wanta drink?"
Mae couldn't help watching. She envied Penny now. She envied the sensations she knew Penny was experiencing.
Penny gasped, "No ... too far gone...." She leaned forward and braced her hands on his chest. Her hair swept forward to frame her face like a swaying chestnut-colored veil. She began fucking faster, sweeping up and down on the thick, living pole as if she were intent on impaling herself to the death. She began to give out squealing grunts with each heavy downthrust. Through the mist of her hair her face contorted into a grimace of tortured agony. Her belly sucked in and out. Her breasts wobbled in sweaty arcs.
As Penny collapsed upon him, Peter took a long swig of Coke. Mae turned to go to her room for a moment before preparing supper.
"Don't leave, Mom." Peter gestured her close. He ran a hand up her leg-up under her dress to her crotch.
Mae stood still, not complaining. Subservient. It had been a month, now since her children had taken complete command of her. She was still bothered by guilt and sometimes-when she was in bed with both of them at once-she felt terribly used and humiliated. But she endured those periods. Now she trembled slightly as her son's fingers edged under the elastic crotchband of her panties and invaded her pussy. She itched and burned almost instantly. His fingers found her wetness flowing.
Peter probed for her protruding clitoris and found it erect and pulsing. He rubbed it idly. "Get naked, Mom. I want you to finish me. Suck me."
Mae obediently, quickly, undressed.
Penny sat up, smiling, and rose up off Peter's giant cock. She came up and up ... giving up inch after wet inch, until the big, mauve glans emerged from her dripping, satiated cunt. His monster cock flopped stiffly to his flat belly. Penny moved aside. She said, "Do a good job, Mom."
Peter smiled lazily. He arched his back and sighed. "She always does. She knows how. She's a very good slave." Mae flushed. Slave-Slave-SLAVE ... The word echoed in her mind. She climbed, naked, onto the bed. Her eyes focused on Peter's giant cock. Her mouth began to salivate. She loved to suck him. She did it better than Penny. She knew it. He knew it. She often finished him like this.
Mae knelt between his open thighs. He liked her to take this position. She put her hands on him. She gently lifted the huge, throbbing organ. It was wet from Penny's cunt. It would taste of cunt for a few seconds, and smell of it, but Mae didn't care. She knew Penny would want to be eaten later, or sooner ... Mae ate Penny very often. Sometimes five times a day, on the weekends. Mae loved to lick into her daughter's sweet young pussy. Penny couldn't get enough.
She didn't think of the twins any longer as her children. They were her master and mistress. Her lord and lady. She was secure obeying them.
Mae humbly lowered her mouth to Peter's cock. She sucked. She took four long inches of it into her mouth, slowly, sensually, snaking her tongue in lazy weavings on the underside, around the silky glans, along the rim. She gradually worked herself into a passion. She loved the feel of his cock in her her working, clinging, suctioning mouth. She ran her fingers up and down the long, long shaft, around the turgid column of hot thickness, not gripping, not yet, not moving the skin, only in tender, tantalizing caresses that interacted with her mouth action.
Yes, Mae knew she was an artist at cocksucking now. She had served Peter every night, at least once. She had experimented with every trick she could think of, to please him. She had learned every possible nuance of oral lovemaking. Now she played delicately with his balls. She rotated her head as she sucked and tongued.
Peter nodded as he moaned softly. He said huskily, "Full speed, Mom!" He reached for Penny. He kissed Penny as Mae went into high gear.
Mae doubled and then tripled the speed of her tongue strokings and head swoops. She drove the big glans to the back of her throat where her palate convulsed wetly around the sensitive crown. She firmed her two-handed grasp of his cock and swept the skin up and down. She brought her head up till the glans only was enclosed in her hot mouth, and her tongue was free to writhe exquisitely, to dart and stab and graze and rub on the "drawstring" of his glans where orgasms are born, live gloriously for a short moment, and die-too soon.
Peter's cock grew vibrantly hard! It was at least half an inch larger now. His lean chest heaved as he fought for air while tongue kissing Penny. He moaned into her mouth. His arms tightened around her naked back. He pulled her still closer, squashing her full breasts against him.
Mae was in a half swoon of lust-to-please. She squirmed in her crouching position between his wide-open thighs. She sucked deliriously. Her hands flew.
His cock erupted! Spurts of thick, syrupy fluid splashed into her mouth, along her whipping tongue, into her spasming, swallowing throat. Mae whined with the intensity of her joy as she brought her son to his climax.
Peter's hips jolted upward as the supremely intense pleasure arced and sizzled through him. Penny and Mae both strove to make his orgasm more and more satisfying.
Finally, exhausted, drained, Peter relaxed. He grinned. "Shit. What a crew!"
Peter kissed Penny again, gratefully. "You want her now? Ready for some of Mom's tongue? I'll help, too." He cupped one of Penny's breasts.
Penny shook her head. "Fucking you took it all out of me for a while. Let's let her make supper for us before we have more fun in bed. I want to watch some TV, too."
"Okay." Peter signaled to Mae.
Mae sighed and left the bed. She picked up her clothes and left the room. She knew that later in the evening she would be used sexually again by one or both of her masters. They didn't care about her sexual needs. Once in a while they gave her an orgasm. Rarely they combined to fuck and suck her to an oblivion of pleasure, till she could not endure another climax. But they did it for their own domination amusement, as they would play with a toy.
But Mae liked her role. It suited her. As a slave and as a toy-she had no worries or responsibilities. Oh, she worked to provide money to run the house, but Peter and Penny had ordered her to do it.
Isn't a mother supposed to do things for her children, to keep them happy? Of course. Of course. Of course!
