Alice was a little tipsy the first time she let her son Roger fuck her, but she knew she couldn't blame it on the liquor. She had wanted him ever since he'd changed, almost unnoticed, from. a beautiful boy to a handsome young man. He had become an obsession with her. A few drinks had only freed her from her inhibitions and allowed her to do what she'd been itching to do for so long.
"Come on, Mom," he said, exasperated and slightly alarmed by her condition. "You can't sleep like that."
"Like what?" Alice giggled at her secret: that this was the night it would finally happen, that Roger would soon be naked in her arms and thrusting his virile young cock into her itching depths. She slurred her words, trying to act and sound much more drunk than she really was: "So what do you want? I'm in bed, right? Isn't that how people sleep?"
"Not with your shoes on, or your coat," Roger said, with the patience of one talking to a slow child.
"I'm tired. If you want to take them off, go ahead."
Roger hesitated, like a wary young beast sensing a trap. On some level, she knew, he was fully aware of her desire and even shared it. The two-way electricity she sensed between them was no figment of her imagination. She knew how his eyes followed the rippling of her firm, trim ass when she wore shorts or jeans. She could always seize his full attention by bending over, braless, to give him a quick peek down her blouse.
"It's a good thing Dad's not here," he grumbled, kneeling on the bed beside her and fumbling with the buttons of her coat.
"You better believe it," Alice breathed fervently, and Roger hesitated as if shocked by the hidden meaning, the hidden promise in her words.
"I don't understand why-"
"Oh, be your age!" Alice said, suddenly exasperated. "I just went out with the girls and had a few drinks. A little party, that's all."
"Where did you go?" he asked, not really interested, but seemingly reluctant to do anything more, now that he had unbuttoned her coat.
"Boots 'n' Saddles, you know, that male go-go place. We've been dying to go ever since it opened."
"You get your money's worth?" he asked with a touch of sarcasm.
"Mary did," she giggled. "One of the go-go boys flipped down his G-string and waved his dick right in her face. She pretended to be shocked out of her wits, but she loved it."
Roger at last managed to find the courage to pull her to a sitting position. She went limp as a rag doll, falling into his arms and pressing her tits firmly against his chest as he strove to untangle her arms from her sleeves. His breath was hot and quick against her neck, and she knew it had nothing to do with his exertions.
"Such language," he said, pretending to scold, his voice a little hoarse and shaky.
"What, dick? That's just a little-kid word. I used it because he just had dinky little dick, nothing to write home about. You could drive them crazy in a place like that, Roger. You have a much better ... body than anyone I saw."
"Driving people like Mary crazy, that's not my biggest ambition."
"You could drive anybody crazy, Roger," she said, tracing random patterns on his thigh with the tips of her fingernails. "Any woman at all."
"I better get your shoes," he said, his voice even shakier as he climbed off the bed and knelt beside it.
Watching him kneeling at her knees, with his classic features and his wavy blond hair, she felt an almost irresistible urge to pull him inward and press his face against her tingling cunt, but she somehow managed to restrain herself. She knew how badly he wanted her, but she couldn't run the risk of spooking him by acting too suddenly or aggressively.
He lingered over the job of removing her shoes, and he even tentatively caressed one of her feet.
"You have real pretty feet, Mom," he muttered.
"My legs aren't so bad, either."
"No," he agreed, getting the nerve to look up, to actually peer beneath her dress. She parted her knees a little wider, trying hard not to be obvious about it.
"In fact, for an old bag - "
"Oh, come off it!" he interrupted passionately. "You're a lot better-looking than any girl my age."
"The only difference is, they'd probably look a lot better with their clothes off."
"I don't know," he said, wary again.
"As long as you're down there, maybe you could do something about my skirt."
"Like what?"
"Like take it off for me."
"Mom, I-Maybe I shouldn't. I mean....
"You wouldn't want your poor old drunken mother to sleep in her clothes, would you? Taking it off seems like too much trouble."
"I guess," he said, reaching for the fastening with trembling fingers.
Once he got started he seemed almost eager, and she willed him to keep going, to take off everything and strip her naked to his lustful gaze, then to jam his hot cock into her cunt and do it, do it, do it! But her passionate, mental message failed to reach him, or else he resisted it. She wished she'd had sense enough not to wear any underthings tonight, that would have made it so much easier. But of course she hadn't known, when she'd dressed to go out, that she would wind up seducing her teenage son.
He hesitated now, kneeling back, clutching the skirt, his face frozen in a look that might have been fear. Faced with his own guilty desires, he might bolt and run.
"Hang it up, huh?" she said, just to give him something to do and think about.
Normally so tall and straight and strong, Roger walked to the closet in a sort of half-crouch that suggested an old man. What - but of course! The poor baby was trying to conceal a hard-on. A gleeful sense of triumph filled her.
As he half-turned from the closet, still trying to minimize the hard bulge in his jeans, he said, "I think I better - "
He was probably thinking of dashing to the bathroom and jacking off, but she had no intention of letting him run away to play with his mental image of her, instead of the real thing. That would be unbearable, to have succeeded only that far, to know that he was only a few feet away, pumping his big, strong cock with his own hand while her pussy itched emptily.
"I think you better bring a hanger for my blouse," she said, and while his back was turned on this task she hastily rolled down her panty-hose and cast them aside. She still wore a skimpy black bikini, along with her blouse and her bra, but when Roger turned, he seemed as shocked as if she were naked.
"You all of a sudden found some energy, huh?" he said dryly. "Are you putting me on, or something?" .
"Why, what do you mean, Roger?"
"I mean, like teasing me."
She gave him her most innocent, blue-eyed, little-girl look, and it rattled him. visibly, as it did most men. "I'd never tease you," she said. "Never."
Even more rattled, he forgot to conceal his erection as he strode to the bed. She hadn't seen him fully hard since he'd attained manhood, and the jutting outline was even bigger than she'd imagined or hoped. He was so excited that his prick had spread a dark stain of anticipatory juice on the denim. At least she hoped it was that. She'd kill him if he'd already come in his pants.
She stood up and turned to let him undo the back of her blouse. He made no comment on the fact that she could now stand up. He went to work quietly, except for his very heavy breathing. Ever so slowly and carefully, she eased against him until that tantalizing bulge and its hot wetness were touching the outward curve of her ass, bare where the bikini did not reach. She shifted her weight slyly from one foot to the other, gently massaging the head of his prick with her asscheeks. He made no move to draw back. In fact she was sure he moved closer for an even firmer contact, but he did it stealthily.
"You know how to unfasten a bra, don't you?" she said when her blouse was off and he did nothing. "I just bet you do."
"Yeah," he muttered, pinching the straps together and pushing it forward from her shoulders.
Suddenly, almost violently, both his hands were cupping her bare tits and kneading them eagerly. She groaned, falling back against him and writhing against the rock-hard bulge in his pants, abandoning herself fully to her most secret and guilty fantasy.
"Mom!" he cried suddenly, letting her go and jumping away. "Oh, God, Mom, I'm sorry - I didn't mean - I just got carried away, and - I mean, taking advantage of you when you're drunk - "
"I'm not that drunk," she said in a very firm and unslurred voice. She lay on the bed in only her black bikini, her legs parted in wanton invitation. "Come and finish what you started. And for heaven's sake, take off your pants before you come in them."
Unable to look at her, he obeyed, his hands seeming to take an eternity in their clumsiness as he undid his belt and zipper, then shucked off his jeans and underpants. She wet her dry lips with her tongue as his massive cock was revealed in all its jutting, red nakedness. The knob at the end seemed big as a baseball to her fevered imagination, the shaft was long as the bat.
He knelt before her and took his time about peeling down her panties. This time, she knew, he wasn't slowed by fear, but by a sensualist's desire to make the moment last. It excited her to know that her son took some of her own, refined delight in sexual pleasures.
"You're a real blonde," he marveled. "Not like - "
He seemed startled at what he'd begun to blurt out, and he cut himself off. Stung by an unpleasant twinge of jealousy, she said, "Like who?"
He only shrugged. But she realized whom he must have meant, and she laughed. "Like Jane? Have you been peeking through your sister's keyhole, you naughty boy?"
"Yeah," he muttered, and he blushed fetchingly, his eyes fixed now on her bare cunt as he pulled her bikini all the way down her legs.
"You're probably just itching to fuck her, too, you horny little devil. It's a good thing she - oh!"
Alice had meant to observe that it was a good thing Jane was away at a pajama-party, so they could do everything they wanted and let themselves go completely without fear of discovery. But she forgot completely what she meant to say, even forgot that there were such things as words, as Roger bobbed his head down between her wide-flung thighs and began to caress her swollen and burning cunt-lips with his moist, cool tongue. She felt her pussy opening completely as hot juice trickled out to lubricate his work, and she lay back on the bed with a profound sigh of pleasure.
She didn't know if she should be more pleased or disappointed to learn that her son was far from naive. It would have been gratifying to teach him all the basics, but it was surely gratifying that she didn't have to. The touch of his tongue on her cunt was sure, firm and skilled. He'd been there before. This wasn't something you could pick up in sex education class.
He ignored her clit at first, concentrating on opening the lips and plunging his tongue deep into the hot, salty hole, but somehow she knew that he wasn't neglecting it through ignorance, and she cried out with a mixture of delight and frustration when he flicked his tongue upward to quiver against the hard little nub. Then he was back inside her cunt again, sucking and licking and lashing, coming out for little, teasing stabs at the hot trigger of her sex.
She locked his head with her thighs and lifted her ass from the bed, punching at him with her pubic bone, swabbing his lips and nose and. chin with her sticky muff and tingling flesh. Roger clutched big handfuls of her sweating ass, pulling her even closer as if trying to suffocate himself and drown in her cunt, his tongue twirling and darting and lancing like a sleek fish driven mad in a boiling pool.
"Oh, no, no!" she groaned when he came up for air. "Don't stop, Roger, don't - oh, yes, yes, fuck me, yes, fuck me, Roger!"
She had been mistaken. Her son wasn't just coming up for air, he was coming up all the way, looming over her like a vampire whose impossibly long fang was not in her neck but thrusting deeper and deeper into her seething cunt, filling her and stretching her and making her scream with pure joy.
She reached down to the hairy, oily junction of their two bodies and traced the outline of his big, tight-skinned balls with her fingertips. Every last inch of that monumental cock was buried inside the tight clasp of her pussy, and it made her feel so good she screamed again. Roger began to move, pulling his cock out almost to the limit and then stuffing it inside again, faster and faster. She wrapped her long, strong legs right around his muscular back and tried to slow him down.
"Don't come right away, Roger, God, I'll kill you if you come too soon!" she babbled, hardly knowing what she was saying. "I've waited so long for this - I've wanted it so long - I want to make it last forever and ever - "
"Yeah," he grunted, not slowing at all. "Don't worry, it's cool."
She giggled. It was anything but cool. His cock felt hot as a furnace ramming into her, hot as a shovel ramming load after load of coal into a hungry, blazing furnace, and she found herself swinging her hips up to meet him, bucking against his thrusts and making them even faster and deeper.
Both his hands were clutching her ass, buried deep in the crease, and one of his fingertips was pressing right into her asshole. She didn't think he was doing it on purpose, but it felt good, and she shifted her ass in an effort to make him stick it deeper. He misunderstood and withdrew the finger, but it didn't matter, and she didn't want to spoil his wonderful fucking with words or even thoughts.
But she thought of Bruce, and how he'd tried to fuck her up the ass on their honeymoon. She'd overreacted and made him feel like some kind of slimy pervert, and he'd never tried again. She had been young and foolish then. Now she understood that in love anything was possible, anything was permissible. She wanted Roger to fuck her in the cunt and the asshole and the mouth and, God, yes, in her armpits and between her tits! She wished his cock were like a big pillar that she could scale and rub herself against and cling to with her hands and her knees and slide up and down it forever, until at last she impaled herself on the top of it and burst with the size and strength of it and then ran down the sides and became a puddle of fiery jelly, and that was exactly what happened as she came and came again, screaming words as crazy and meaningless as her thoughts as all thoughts dissolved in one, pulsating, hammering beat in the center of her soul, which was nothing but the center of her cunt.
She heard Roger groaning and felt his hot jism spattering against the tip of her womb as he came deep inside her. His thrusting became wild and erratic and - Jesus! She was off again, burning up in a golden fire that spread from her cunt and turned her into a sunset. His stroking became gentler and more controlled, and then she felt his enormous prick dwindling in its hot bath of slime. When she squeezed his cock with her talented muscles, trying to firm him up again, it popped out.
He groaned against her shoulder, "I'm sorry." He sounded miserable.
"For what?" She was genuinely puzzled.
"For fucking you! My own mother! Christ!" he sobbed, pulling away from her. "I don't know what came over me. As if it's not bad enough that - "
"As if what isn't bad enough?"
He hesitated before saying, "That I think about you when I jack off - "
"Idiot! Do you imagine I haven't been doing the same thing? Sometimes I pretend it's you when - "
Roger found the nerve to look at her, and his expression was so surprised that she had to laugh. "You mean, when you're fucking dad?" He laughed too. Soon they stopped laughing and slid into one another's arms again.
Chapter 2
Alice Youngblood woke up feeling far worse than she should have, considering that she'd had only four drinks at Boots 'n' Saddles: But it was something much worse than a hangover. She'd done something terrible.
It crashed down on her like a tidal wave coming through the ceiling, the full impact of the horror her mind had been blocking out. She sprang upright in bed, not daring to look at Bruce's side of the bed, but then finding the nerve somewhere and looking down to see her son's golden curls against the blue pillow. She hardly needed further proof, she remembered everything now, but she nevertheless reached down and was horrified to find the dried cum matting her pubic hair and crusting her inner thighs. Her own son's cum.
Slipping silently off the bed, trying hard not to make the mattress jiggle, she ran into the bathroom, sure that she was going to throw up. Her stomach churned. No wonder, considering what she'd swallowed - no. She'd only wanted to do that, she hadn't actually gotten around to giving Roger a blowjob. Thank God for small mercies. She had drifted off to sleep right after he fucked her that first time.
But what a time that was ...
She shivered, clutching the towel-bar in the bathroom for support. She tried to tell herself it was a shiver of loathing, but she knew it was more a shiver of remembered pleasure. She'd never come like that in her life. Was her son really that good, or had the knowledge that she was indulging in a forbidden pleasure add intensity to her orgasms?
She gripped the towel-bar as a contact with the cool, hard reality of the world, but she found her hand sliding back and forth on it and found herself imagining that it was the warm, pliant softness of Roger's big prick. She snatched her hand away as if it had been burned.
What she wanted now more than anything was to creep back into bed and kiss Roger's cock. He would wake up with an erection and find his mother's mouth sucking his prick. He wouldn't have time to have second thoughts about last night or to feel guilty about what he'd done.
The thing to do was to make a pot of strong coffee and go about her daily routine as if nothing had happened. She would behave toward Roger as she always did. But that was no good, either, because her attitude toward Roger was playful and even, to tell the truth, a little bit sexy. More than once, Bruce had accused her of flirting with her son and suggested she knock it off.
It was all Bruce's fault, really, him and his damned VCR. He'd bought the recorder so they could see first-run movies, so he'd said, but he'd soon begun renting those porno flicks. Alice hadn't wanted to watch them, but he'd teased her into doing so, calling her a prude and an old stick-in-the-mud. She'd tried to pretend they were funny or merely boring at first, but the fact was, they really turned her on, and Bruce knew it. Sex with Bruce had become infrequent and even dull, but those movies had put new life in it. Watching a good one as they lay in bed, they would have to turn off the machine two or three times while they fucked. Sometimes they would arrange their position so they could fuck while watching a replay of a particularly hot scene.
Seeing those movies had released Alice's inhibitions and turned her mind to areas she never would have thought about. One in particular had really turned her on, a movie about a family of hillbillies, with a L'il Abner-type son who was screwing his sexy mother while the old-goat father was fucking his even sexier daughter. In the last scene, they all wound up in bed together, along with the hired hand and a female revenue agent who wore her boots and gunbelt to bed.
It was an impossibly dumb movie, obviously made somewhere in California, but supposed to be set in the Ozarks, and the half-assed actors kept forgetting their cornpone accents or overdoing them ludicrously. But none of that was important. All of them had been perfect physical specimens, young and beautiful, and horny as cats in heat.
Alice had found it impossible to get that movie out of her mind. Just thinking about it got her excited, and it figured in all her fantasies. She would daydream of fucking the young actor in the movie and being eaten by the sexy daughter. But then Roger traded places with the young man in her imagination, and sometimes Jane was in it, too. Sometimes she would imagine Bruce fucking Jane, and even that thought excited her.
Maybe that minister who'd been picketing the go-go club with his followers knew something she didn't. She'd glanced at the pamphlet when they were inside the nightclub, and it said something about the way pornography desensitized you to evil, how it made wicked things seem acceptable and even normal. Seeing those male dancers had certainly made her horny as hell, and then she'd come home ...
None of these thoughts did anything toward solving her biggest problem: how she was going to act toward Roger. She couldn't see herself saying, "Did you sleep well, dear?" But if she didn't speak to him at all, he would assume she was blaming him. Worst of all would be actually talking about what they'd done; she just couldn't bring herself to do that.
She inspected herself critically in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. Her tits had never been as big as she would have liked, but maybe that had been a blessing in disguise, because they hadn't sagged at all. She had envied Mary Wiggins's enormous tits in high school, but she was willing to bet they hung down around her navel now when she took her bra off.
She was a little disappointed that Roger hadn't paid much attention to them last night. In her fantasies he had always licked them and sucked them for a long, loving time before actually thrusting his cock into her. She touched them now, and the nipples erected firm and springy, big as the tips of her little fingers, and a little electric flash of excitement seemed to travel straight to her cunt. Her hand traveled there, too, her fingers slipping through her cum-stiffened muff to fondle the moist lips of her pussy.
She thought of what it would be like to have two of those dancers, one fucking her from behind while she went down on a second. That was the vision that had caused her embarrassing arousal in the nightclub last night. After a while, she would make them switch places, and she would lick the salty savor of her own cunt from the first one's cock.
She hadn't actually tasted a cunt since she was a horny little girl, and even then she'd only sampled the taste of Ginnie Morrison's from her odorous fingers. Ginnie had wanted Alice to eat her, not just fingerfuck her, but Alice had thoughts there was something wrong or dirty about it. She hadn't wanted to be eaten, either, although Ginnie had been willing to eat her. What a dope she'd been! It was one of the great regrets of her life. She often fantasized that she and Ginnie were little girls again, doing all the things Alice hadn't had the guts to do. She hadn't seen Ginnie in years. She was probably a dumpy old bag, and Alice would have no desire at all to even think about playing sixty-nine with her.
The thought dampened her sexiness, and she took her hand away from her cunt, resolving firmly to control herself. Before she knew it, she'd be sneaking back into the bedroom to start all over again with Roger.
Leaning into the stall to turn on the taps of the shower, she looked over her shoulder for a survey of the back view. Her ass didn't sag, either. Bruce claimed it was her best feature, and that she looked like a sixteen-year-old from behind. If he liked trim young asses, he'd love Jane's.
A fresh wave of excitement flooded over her as the picture came unbidden from her favorite fantasy, of her husband fucking their daughter. They were rolling in a haystack, their Okie outfits discarded nearby, and Jane was saying, "No, Pappy, no! It ain't right," but Alice knew she wanted it just as badly as he did. She put herself in the picture, with Jane eating her cunt while Bruce fucked her.
Suddenly it was real, and she squeaked with surprise as an arm slid around her waist and a stiff prick pressed her ass.
"Sorry I startled you, Mom," Roger murmured against her ear. "How come you're playing with yourself in the bathroom when I'm available?"
"I wasn't ..." She giggled at the absurdity of denying it. He'd caught her red-handed, wet-handed, actually, with two fingers forking her clit as she rubbed it to bone-hard rigidity. "I didn't want to wake you."
"You can wake me anytime for that," he said, using his hand to guide his hard prick to the lips of her cunt and slip it inside. "I'm so glad..."
"What?"
"That you started it last night, you know. I've been dying to fuck you, but I just never knew how to go about getting it started - even though I knew you wanted it."
"You did, huh?" Alice said, not sure she liked to hear that her incestuous lust had been so obvious.
But not even that could spoil the pleasure of having that lust satisfied. She leaned forward, spreading her feet wide on the tiles and gripping the door-frame of the shower-stall for support while the shower beat down unused and Roger slid his big cock all the way up into her cunt.
"Play with my tits," she urged. "Please. Squeeze the nipples and ... oh, yes!"
Her son leaned forward over her, cupping her tits and gently pinching and stroking her springy-hard nipples as he moved his prick in and out with almost agonizing slowness.
"Now I can't see your ass," he grumbled. "I love looking at your ass."
"Okay, if it means that much to you," she said, but she felt a pang of regret when his hands slid down from her tits to her hips, and he leaned back to give himself an eyeful while he screwed her.
"It does," he said fervently. "You got the greatest ass in the world, Mom. One day I remember, last summer, it was hot, and you came back from playing tennis with your white shorts stuck right inside the pussy crease, and kind of transparent; it was like I could see the whole thing. And then you bent over when you dropped your racket, and I actually got a glimpse of your asscheeks, and I even thought I saw a little cunt-hair in there ... anyway, I hurried into the bathroom and jacked off twice in a row, but I couldn't get that picture out of my head, and I had to go and jack off six more times that afternoon. You were worried I was sick."
Alice cursed herself for all the hot fucking she'd been missing by not following her instincts, but it excited her to think of how she could make up for it. Eight times in one afternoon! Bruce had never been good for more than two or three times.
"But that was nothing to the way it is now seeing your ass bare, with your cute little asshole and everything, and with my cock going right into it ... and out of it ... and into it..."
She was pleased to hear that he was something of a voyeur, too. She'd been a little worried about herself, the way watching those dirty movies, and thinking about watching people fucking, could turn her on. But of course, Bruce liked them, too. And the movie-makers would go broke if nobody enjoyed watching. She supposed everybody liked to watch, although some refused to admit it.
She turned and found that she could see Roger fucking her in the mirror, and the sight was unbearably exciting, the way his big prick disappeared from view as he rocked forward, appeared as he slid back. Shifting slightly to get an even better look, she saw that Roger was watching them in the mirror, too. Their eyes met for a moment. His were glazed with a look of lust so profound that she shivered with pleasure.
She found that Roger couldn't fuck very fast standing up, at least not as fast as she wanted to go now, and she helped by jiggling back and forth to syncopate his strokes. The squelching, sucking sound of his cock plunging in and out of her cunt could be heard even over the crashing of the neglected shower, the thrumming of her sweating ass against his flat, muscular belly.
"Oh, God ... I can't - I-" Roger groaned, his thrusts growing spasmodic.
"Yes, Roger, yes! Go for it! I'm getting off too," she said, jerking back and forth harder and faster to make up for the breakdown of his rhythm.
Despite what she'd said, she was afraid she wouldn't make it, but her fears were demolished by the hard pulse of Roger's cock. The feel of his hot cum squirting inside her triggered a sudden, almost violent climax that surprised her almost as much as it thrilled her. She stumbled dazedly and her son caught her before she could fall into the shower. She sagged against him, fondling his red, jism-slickened prick and feeling it begin to subside in her hand.
"How about a shower, motherfucker?" she giggled.
She clenched her face against the hot, stinging spray.
"Sonfucker," she said, her words partly bubbling in water. "I never heard anybody called that, but that's what I am. A sonfucker."
"You never hear about daughterfuckers, either. Or fatherfuckers," Roger said, and she felt his big body against hers as he squeezed into the stall.
"Sisterfucker," she said. "Now that has a nice ring to it."
"I'm sorry I neglected your tits," Roger said, turning her to face him.
She didn't know if he were deliberately changing the subject or not, but she didn't much care as he bent to suck one of her nipples into his mouth and began to revolve the tip of his tongue slowly around it. Sisterfucker? Why would that bother him? If he had no qualms about fucking his mother, fucking Jane shouldn't bother him.
"Oh, what a nice motherfucker," she sighed as he went to work on her other tit.
She had often taken pleasure from fantasies of Roger fucking Jane. But now that she considered it as a reality, she had to admit it made her feel a little jealous. She tried to rationalize that it might be good for Jane. Although she was a beautiful girl, she almost never went out with boys; and when she did, it was usually with some nerd who couldn't be seriously considered as a sex-object.
That pajama party at Amy Sheldon'_s made her wonder, though. Amy was a tall, skinny drink of water who played basketball and probably wore a jock when she did it. Alice considered herself liberated - very liberated, she reflected as she stroked Roger's hair and he tongued her nipples - but she would hate to see Jane limit her options by getting locked into a lesbian way of life.
"Do you think Jane is gay?" she asked.
Roger stopped what he was doing and raised his head to face her. "No. I think she lets Amy Sheldon go down on her, if that's what you're worried about, but I think she just does it for laughs."
"Would you fuck her? I mean, would you want to?"
"I wouldn't fuck Amy Sheldon if she was the last dyke on earth."
"Don't be stupid. You know who I mean."
He sighed, looking away, and mumbled, "Me and Jane have been fucking our heads off ever since we figured out what goes where."
Chapter 3
"So that's how you know she has brown cunt-hair, you bastard!" Alice cried, and she punched him in the ribs.
"Hey!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Roger, I really am." She hugged him. He had turned away from her kiss, but he finally responded. "It was shock, that's all. I didn't mean to hit you. My God! I never dreamed. You two! You're both pretty damned clever. "
"We were scared to death of getting caught. We came pretty close, sometimes."
"If I caught you, I think I'd hide and watch until you finished. And then I'd come out and..."
"And what?"
She giggled. "And join you."
"That was always one of my favorite jack-off fantasies. You, coming out and joining us."
"Only it wouldn't have been like that," she mused. "In real life, I'd have to come on like the outraged mother. I never could have just climbed into bed with you and Jane. Do you think ..."
"God, she'd die! She'd go nuts if she thought you knew what we've been doing. Jane kind of divides herself up. Like she's one person to me, and another one to you, and a whole different one to Amy Sheldon. I don't think she could handle it if the parts got mixed up."
Coming from a kid who had dropped out of high school to work on a fishing boat whenever he felt like it, which wasn't all that often, this was a remarkably profound thought; but Alice wasn't sure that it was a true one. If they could somehow catch Jane in just the right mood ...
"I 'm trying to get her to let me shave off her cunt-hair. I think that would be a real kick. But she says Amy wouldn't like it."
"You can shave my cunt, if you want to."
He reached down and touched her cunt, thrilling her unexpectedly, and examined it thoughtfully. "I like it just fine the way it is. I just don't like Jane's pussy-hair, that's all, I liked her better when she didn't have any."
She saw that his cock had engorged itself fully again, and she reached down to hold it. "Does Jane give good head?"
"Jeez, no!" Roger laughed. "She thinks blowing is nasty." An eager light suddenly kindled in his eyes. "Do you mean ... would you ... oh?"
"I love to suck," she breathed.
"The only one who ever sucked me off is Amy."
"Amy? Amy Sheldon?"
"Yeah," Roger laughed. "Jane makes her do it, like for a punishment, when she gets mad at Amy. She tells her she won't let her eat her anymore unless she gives me a blowjob. Amy really hates it. Jane can be pretty nasty to her:"
"So can you, it seems. That's almost like rape, making that poor girl blow you."
"Well." He shrugged. "A blowjob is a blowjob."
"That's what you think, kiddo," Alice warned, knowing that her technique, perfected by hours of watching porno films on the VCR, would be superior to anything her son had ever encountered.
She dropped to one knee, reminding herself of when she'd used to genuflect in church years ago. Unlike then, she was kneeling to a real god now, a god of potency and power and excitement, incarnated in the proudly swollen cock of her only son. The hot water stung her shoulders as she wriggled up a little higher and Roger spread his feet wide on the slick floor to bring his prick down to the right height.
Taking his prick in her hand, she angled it down to her mouth and kissed his cockhead ever so gently, before beginning to lick it with just the tip of her tongue. Sticky fluid began seeping out almost immediately, and Alice smoothed it evenly over his bulging knob, which had turned almost purple with its hot load of lust. As lightly and slowly as she possibly could, she began peeling her son's foreskin back and forth.
"God, Mom!" he groaned. "Don't tease me to death - come on and suck it."
Alice seized his cock between her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth. Roger's sigh of relief was short-lived though, because she took it out of her mouth almost immediately and resumed her tantalizing licking. This time, the strokes of her tongue were longer and firmer, and the pressure of her fingers on the quivery hard prick grew tighter. He tried hard to shove his prick down her throat, but she eluded him, giggling at his uncontrollable excitement.
"Please, Mom! Don't just jack me off and lick me - suck me off!"
She had licked her way down to the thick-veined root of Roger's monumental cock, and now she went even lower, slipping her tongue into the gold tangle of his pubic hair and licking the shiny-tight sack of his balls. He gasped when she sucked his balls into her mouth and rolled them around lovingly on her eager tongue, while his cock rubbed against her cheek and seeped its hot overflow into her hair.
Releasing his balls at last, she gave in to a sudden, irresistible impulse, and stretched her tongue out to caress her son's asshole. He gasped with surprise, or perhaps it was pleasure, when she wriggled in deeper between his hairy, muscular thighs and stuck her tongue right inside.
Roger laughed. "That's something Jane never thought to make Amy do."
"You like it?"
"Yeah. But I'd like it better if you blew me, like you said you would," he said, his voice hoarse and tense with excitement.
"Patience, Roger," she said, her lips moving against his prick, her breath caressing it with each word as she slowly withdrew from between his legs. "You have to learn to relax, and to stretch out your enjoyment and make it last ... savoring each moment ..."
She left off speaking to resume licking, working her way back to the tip of his cock with long swirls of her tongue. It seemed hard as steel now, red as blood, and she almost regretted wasting such a magnificent erection on her mouth when her cunt was tingling with hunger. She couldn't resist reaching down to stroke her cunt-lips and bring her excitement up to the boiling point as she at last slipped her mouth down in a tight cap over his inflamed cock. Roger clutched her shoulders convulsively and shuddered with pleasure as she sucked his cock deeper. and deeper.
"Oh," he groaned, rocking slightly on his heels to fuck her in the mouth, "oh, yeah, that's great, suck it, Mom, you're wonderful!"
She would have loved to take all of it, but there was just too much of it to fit into her yearning mouth. The surplus fit neatly into her fist, and she pumped it on the thick root in a motion that provided a delightful counterpoint to the pumping of her lips. Meanwhile the fingers of her left hand were pumping just as eagerly at her cunt, churning its abundant juices to a hot foam.
"Let me eat you, Mom," Roger urged, apparently noting for the first time that she was playing with herself while she blew him.
"No, I - "
She took her mouth off for a moment, wanting to explain that she was content with what she was doing, and that he was far too excited to do a proper job of eating her cunt, but she hadn't fully realized herself just how excited he was. Hot ropes of jism slapped against her nose and glued her eyelashes as her son's cock went off like a bomb in her still-pumping hand.
"Ah, God!" Roger cried. "Suck! Suck!"
Partly blinded, but unwilling to take the time to rub the cum from her eyes, Alice eagerly capped the gusher with her lips while it was still spurting. She pumped it hard with her mouth and hand, sucking out yet another full blast while Roger writhed against the shower-stall, groaning and stamping his feet with ecstasy. She released it only when she was certain that she had sucked every last drop of cum out of his cock, and then she rose and turned her face to the still-warm shower. Roger moaned against her shoulder, fondling her tits and ass and breathing hoarse thanks.
"Am I as good as Amy?" she asked slyly when she began to soap herself, and then him, in a businesslike fashion.
"Christ, there's no comparison!" he cried with unmistakably sincere ardor. "I told you, she hates it. She'd spit out my cum if Jane would let her get away with it, but Jane won't. She makes sure Amy swallows it."
"You mean, she supervises?" Alice asked, incredulous.
"Yeah, she sits right there and makes sure she does it right. Not that Jane knows anything about it, of course, but she makes sure that Amy pretends she's enjoying every minute of it."
"Poor Amy."
"Hey!" Roger said, drawing her into his arms. "You didn't get off, did you? Can I eat you now, Mom? I'd really love to."
"Okay, but let's get out of this shower before we turn into a couple of prunes. To say nothing of owing our souls to the oil company for all the hot water we're using."
"Jeez," he laughed. "You still sound like the old mom."
"Well, I am," she said, and it was as if a shadow had passed over her happiness. Words like sin and incest thudded almost audibly against her ears, and she wondered for a moment how in hell she had let things get so completely out of hand.
But then Roger, as if sensing her suddenly darkened mood, raised her face and kissed her passionately on the lips, slipping his tongue inside to caress hers and gathering her up in his strong arms. All those gloomy regrets were suddenly wiped away like a mist by the heat of the sun. She clutched him tight, pulling him against her by the hard chunks of his asscheeks and feeling his cock beginning to stir again against her belly.
"Don't regret anything, Roger!" she whispered urgently, knowing she was partly speaking to herself. "Whatever anybody says, this is good, this is right!"
"I know," he said reassuringly. "I felt kind of awful when I woke up and you weren't there. I didn't know how I could face you or anything. But then at once I knew it was all right. Anyway, who's going to say anything about it? Who's going to know? I mean, unless I get this T-shirt saying, `I AM A MOTHERFUCKER'"
Alice laughed wildly, and Roger joined her, so that they could barely towel each other dry. But as they returned to the bedroom together she stopped laughing and began thinking about the possibility of their being discovered.
It was true that Roger and Jane had hidden their incestuous affair successfully from her and Bruce - for years, apparently - but hiding this affair from Jane would be almost impossible. For one thing, unless Roger proved to be a real superman, she would wonder why he didn't want to fuck her as often as usual. Being in love with him, Jane would also be quick to pick up the subtle vibrations between Roger and their mother.
Bruce was less of a problem. Not only was he not very observant about his family, but his job as a restaurant equipment salesman kept him away from home most of the time. She could keep herself under control when Bruce was around the house, couldn't she?
But Jane was a real problem. The best way of dealing with her might be to let her in on the secret, to involve her in it. But she might react badly. She might get furiously jealous and denounce them to her father. For that matter, she might even get mad enough to denounce them to the police. Alice confronted for the first time the fact that this wasn't just a sticky domestic problem or a private sin, it was a crime that society punished harshly.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Roger had been playing with her nipples as they lay on the bed together, and he had noticed her lack of response to his kisses.
"Oh ... Jane," she said.
"You're not mad about that, are you? Or jealous?"
"Oh, a little, I guess, but that's not it. When she and Amy make it together, do they let you. watch?"
"Sometimes. That's another thing Amy doesn't like, but Jane insists, sometimes. It's a real turn-on. I was lying before, actually. I wouldn't mind fucking Amy."
"At your age, you wouldn't mind fucking anything," Alice giggled.
"That's not true," he said, but with very little conviction.
"Does Jane really like it? You said she just made it with Amy for laughs."
"That's what she says, but it gets her off, all right. She says it's only like a joke, leading Amy on, but she keeps doing it."
"I wonder ..."
"You wonder what? Hey!" he laughed uncertainly. "You wouldn't like to make it with Jane, too, would you?"
Alice only giggled, but that was answer enough.
"God, what a terrible mother," Roger said mockingly. "My mother, the lesbian. Did you ever make it with another girl?"
"Only with one, when I was a kid, and we didn't do much. We just used to fingerfuck each other. Sometimes one of us would pretend she was a boy, with a candle or a banana for a cock, and fuck the other one."
"Did she bust your cherry?"
"No, I'd already done that myself." She giggled wildly, remembering. "With a carrot. I just wanted to see what it would feel like, what fucking would feel like, and I got kind of carried away. It hurt like hell, I thought I'd done some real damage to my cunt, but it was fun while it lasted."
"Jeez! A carrot!" Roger laughed. "Tell me about the first time you ever balled a guy."
"That was your father." She hesitated, then said a bit sharply: "And that's none of your business."
It was true that it would have been none of his business under any circumstances, she felt, but she could never have told him what had happened in this case: that his father had raped her.
Alice had been babysitting for Bruce's little sister, Betty. Bruce was supposed to be out at a rock concert with his friends, but no sooner had she gotten the little girl tucked in than he appeared. It was clear from the first what he wanted: "You like to fuck, Alice? I bet you do." Instead of screaming or running or phoning the police, she laughed. Bruce was a very cool guy then, very smooth and cute and funny. He was three years older than she, and his attention made her feel grown-up. She believed she could handle him.
They started fooling around on the couch, just kissing and a little groping, but his talk grew coarser: "Bet you're just dying to have six inches of hot cock in your pussy." Then he pulled her hand down and said, "How does this feel?"
Like a dope, she didn't know what she was feeling, but then she looked down and saw that Bruce had surreptitiously pulled his hard cock out of his pants and was making her touch it. She pulled her hand away and tried to slap him, but Bruce pinned her arms and bore her down on the couch, jerking her panties down. With no further preliminaries, he shoved his cock into her and began fucking. She was nowhere near ready, assuming she ever would be, and it hurt at first.
But then, when Bruce rolled up her sweater and began kissing her tits, her cunt began getting soft and wet and warm. She tried to hide her feelings, but she couldn't keep her hips from moving against him, she couldn't keep from moaning as his hard strokes drove her over the threshold of her climax.
She would have run away then, but Bruce restrained her and made her take all her clothes off. Then he made her blow him and fucked her a second time. After threatening all sorts of horrible things if she told anybody, he shocked her by saying, "I love you, Alice. I just couldn't help myself."
Alice told no one. She was scared of the questions they would ask. Girls had told her the policemen always asked, "Did you come?" What could she say? She felt just as guilty as Bruce, maybe even more so.
Bruce kept pestering her, but she refused to take his calls, and she ran away whenever she saw him coming. But then she discovered she was pregnant. She hadn't outgrown her childhood religion completely yet, and abortion would have been unthinkable. She didn't know whom to turn to, so she turned to Bruce. He surprised her by offering to marry her, and she surprised herself even more by accepting. After a while she grew to love him, or to convince herself that she did.
"So you won't tell me about you and dad, huh?" Roger asked now.
"Sometime. Maybe," she said, and she smiled secretly to think that the result of that rape, that shattering adolescent experience, was lying in bed beside her and caressing her ardently. She wondered if it was possible that her sub-conscious mind was taking a very devious way to get even with Bruce for that brutal assault.
"Good Lord!" she cried, sitting up and pushing Roger aside her eye fell on the clock. "Can that time be right? Jane'll be walking in the door at any minute."
"Let's shock her," Roger laughed, trying to draw her down with him, but she refused to be drawn.
Alice shook her head as she snatched a robe from the closet and belted it tightly. But then a sudden urge possessed her, and Roger laughed when he saw the look in her eye.
"You want to?" he asked.
"Where do you two usually do your fucking?"
"In my room. Jane says, if you find cum stains on my sheets, you won't think it's suspicious."
"She was right, God damn her. All this time I thought you were just jacking off. Okay, I want to watch. Tell her I'm not here when she comes home, and then bring her up to your room."
He laughed, infecting with her devilry, but then he said sourly, "She doesn't always want to, especially now that she's seeing so much of Amy. "
"I have complete faith in your charm. You'll find a way to get around her."
"Knock her over the head with a brick," he grumbled.
"I'm sure you won't have to go that far."
"She's been funny lately."
"Well, do your best. I'll be hiding in your closet, so make sure I get a good view of everything."
"What a dirty old lady!" he laughed.
"Speaking of dirty, go make your bed. And put your dirty clothes in the hamper."
"Aw, Mom."
While he trudged off on that errand, she made her own bed - with fresh sheets, remembering his word about cum-stains - and tidied up her room. She heard Jane coming in from school as she finished, and Roger threw her a wink from the door as he hurried down to meet her.
Tiptoeing to the head of the stairs, she heard Jane say, "Is Mom home?"
"She ran away with the Monies this morning."
"Good. Then get your cock up, Roger. Amy's been a terribly naughty girl again."
And Alice was shocked to hear a second female voice say, "Please, Jane come on. Don't make me do that, please."
Chapter 4
One wall of Roger's disorderly room was taken up by a closet with sliding doors, and Alice was certain she would find plenty of space to hide in there, but she hadn't looked in it lately. It was filled to overflowing with skis and tennis rackets and shotguns and fishing gear and haphazardly piled junk. She barely managed to find a space and squeeze herself into it before the three teenagers trooped in.
"Can I look at your filthy jack-off magazines, Roger?" Amy asked, and she horrified Alice by striding straight for the section of the closet where she was concealed.
"I'll get them for you!" Roger cut her off, but he did it so obviously and clumsily that the two girls stared at him in surprise.
"Hey, what is this?" Amy demanded. "Are you setting me up? Did you sell tickets to your rotten friends from the trawler, so they could watch a lesbian giving a blowjob?"
"Don't be dumb, Amy. He didn't even know you were coming," Jane said. "He probably just doesn't want you to see his inflatable party doll."
"I don't know. I get this funny feeling there's a bunch of Swede fisherman in there, getting set for a real hoot."
"Amy, not even Roger would be low enough to let guys watch his own sister eating your pussy."
Hands on hips, Amy swiveled to face her in surprise. "You mean that?"
"If you're very, very good. If Roger likes it."
"You better like it, Roger," Amy said, turning her glinting green eyes on him and balling a fist. "Next time I just might bite your cock off."
"I'll get the magazines," Roger said weakly.
"No!" Jane ordered. "I told you, Amy's been a naughty girl. She spent all her time giggling in a corner with Linda Wiggins last night. So she's being punished. No girlie books for Amy until I say so."
"You told me to ignore you when others are - "
"Yes, but you're not supposed to enjoy ignoring me," Jane said, flopping on Roger's bed and lighting a cigarette. "Get on with it, you two. "
Now that she could breathe a little easier, with the immediate threat of discovery out of the way, Alice found herself marveling at Amy Sheldon. The long drink of water she remembered from a year ago had filled out magnificently. Standing at least five-eleven in her bare feet, she must have weighed at least a hundred and fifty pounds, but all of it was sleek, compact and undeniably feminine muscle. Her green eyes were tilted like a cat's over her taut cheekbones, and her fiery hair was braided in a single, thick cable that fell below her ass. Her once-unsightly freckles had dwindled to a fetching little spray across her nose.
The ripple of muscles in her arms and back was impressive when she peeled off her sweater, but the sight of her tits was breathtaking. Seeing tits that were at once both huge and firmly upthrust made her feel positively inadequate. Nipples like thumbs jutted from red-brown badges whose symmetry was mathematical. Her ass seemed almost boyish in its solid blockiness, but her long lithe. legs and unexpectedly dainty pretty feet were those of a woman. Her skin was so tight and smooth that it shone. Her voice was deep and her stride was mannish, but Alice found something charming about that: the word tomboy came quicker to her mind than lesbian. That was perhaps where most of the charm lay. She seemed like a big, clumsy kid experimenting with a role that didn't quite fit her. It disturbed her that the sight of another woman could turn her on so completely, but the fact was, Alice was turned-on. She would have loved to go down on Amy.
"How's your mom, Rog?" Amy asked, almost as if she were telepathically receiving Alice's hot vibes.
"She's okay," Roger said, looking a little too smug for Alice's comfort.
"If I had a mother like that, I wouldn't fuck around with my sister," Amy said.
"Amy's got the hots for Mom," Jane sighed. "She claims Mom looks just like Stevie Nicks, and that was the first woman Amy ever fell in love with."
Alice wished she could break in to ask who Stevie Nicks was.
"I don't," Amy grumbled. "I'm just trying to give Roger another interest, so I can have you more to myself."
"Sit down, Rog," Jane said, sitting up and patting the bed beside her. "Amy's just itching to slaver all over your big, manly cock."
"Mom thinks she looks like Doris Day."
"Who's that?" Amy asked.
"In those hokey old movies, she's the one whose pants Rock Hudson was always trying to get into, only he never could. She smiled a lot."
"Oh, yeah, she's kind of like that," Amy agreed; adding to Alice's intense displeasure: "Perky."
Then Jane shocked her by asking casually: "Did Mom bring home any fuck-flicks from New Hampshire last night? I'm in the mood to watch one."
"I didn't look," Roger said, glancing nervously at the closet.
"What the hell is it with that closet, Roger?" Amy said, starting straight for the door that hid Alice again.
"No, you don't!" Jane grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed, and Amy seized the opportunity to slip her hands under Jane's sweater and give her tits a good feel. "You're just trying to postpone your punishment. Come on, now, stop feeling me up and blow Roger."
"Maybe Dad'll bring some when he comes home," Roger said, pulling down his jeans to reveal that he was not in the least indifferent to Amy's naked charms. He had a hard-on that made Alice's mouth water.
"I liked the one where all the Okies are fucking their relatives," Amy said. She was still caressing Jane, who had stopped resisting and allowed Amy to roll her sweater up over her tits. Amy added maliciously, "Just like this family."
"If Daddy had a cock like that old guy in the movie ..." Jane giggled, perhaps embarrassed to put the thought fully into words. But then she said, "Would you like to fuck Mom, Roger?"
"Sure. Wouldn't you?"
Jane giggled again. "I think about it sometimes, especially since that time we spied on her and Daddy fucking, but I don't know. Amy, stop it now!"
Roger was blushing, but fortunately the girls didn't notice. Alice hadn't expected to get such a shocking earful, but she supposed any eavesdropper could expect to hear unpleasant truths. She had been certain the kids didn't know about the dirty movies she and Bruce watched in the privacy of their bedroom, they had invited their playmate in to watch them, too. She wondered if Amy had been in on the party when they'd watched her and Bruce fucking.
Jane had at last succeeded in pointing Amy the right way, and now the lithe redhead was crouching over Roger as he lay back on the bed with the smugness of a Roman emperor giving a slave a treat. Alice had felt more than a little guilty at first to watch Amy being coerced into blowing her son, but it now dawned on her that they were all just playing a game. Amy didn't really object to blowing Roger; now that she was doing it, she seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it. Alice watched avidly as the puckered "O" of the redhead's lips slipped up and down the red, wet length of Roger's prick.
Jane watched just as eagerly, her eyes bright with excitement, her parted lips moist. She hadn't bothered to roll down her sweater, and now she cast it entirely off and struggled out of her jeans as if her clothes were on fire.
Jane was slight and girlish, with tits that were hardly developed at all. If Roger had his way and shaved her light-brown muff, she might even have passed for a kid. She hoped her son wasn't urging that depilation because he had some hang-up about fucking little girls. She was forced to suppress a giggle as the absurdity of that idea struck her; he'd been wildly enthusiastic about fucking a woman of thirty-four, herself.
With her long, straight blonde hair and fine-boned face, Jane reminded her of the fictional character that she herself had been named after, Lewis Carroll's Alice. She had never thought of Alice in Wonderland as sex-object before, but Jane was certainly one. She licked her lips in anticipation as she looked at Jane's tits, like little mounds of whipped cream topped with juicy strawberries, and her excitement mounted as Jane flashed her a glimpse of pink cunt-flesh amid the wispy tangles of her cunt.
Amy was still sucking greedily. Alice reflected that the slurping, smacking sounds she was making with her hot mouth would have been disgusting if she'd been eating soup, but in this context they were wildly exciting. The sight of her pretty freckled face with the red stub of Roger's cock protruding from it was even more exciting than the sound. Her cheeks were hollowed gauntly as she sucked, pressing her mouth-flesh tightly around the prick.
Alice was just itching to join them, to take turns licking cock and cunt, to have her own cunt sucked and fucked and stuffed with vibrant young flesh, to grope and stroke tits and balls and asses, to drink her fill of cum and cunt-juice, but she knew it was impossible. From everything they'd said, she had no doubt at all that they would let her join; and Amy, who really turned her on, would welcome her eagerly. But what if Amy turned against them some day, and spread the story of the wild orgy about town? The risk of exposure was far too great, but Alice was growing so wild with frustration and horniness that she was almost on the verge of taking that risk.
Roger was now groping Amy's tits as she sucked him, and she didn't seem to mind at all, but when he tried to angle around to eat her cunt, Jane stopped him.
"No, that's mine," Jane said. "You'd rather have me eat your pussy than Roger, wouldn't you, Amy?"
"Mmmmm," the redhead murmured, unwilling to release Roger's prick for an instant.
Jane went down on her hungrily, and then she angled around to present her cunt toward Roger, her thighs spread wide. Roger got the hint and began eating his sister while Amy continued to suck him. The three of them stroked and caressed one another as they writhed and moaned in an undulant daisy chain.
Alice thought how easily and neatly one more link would fit into that chain, the link of her own super-excited body. She could blow Roger while Amy licked her cunt, or she could eat Amy while Jane sucked her pussy. She wriggled out of her bathrobe and began finger-fucking herself while she watched the teenagers enjoying the pleasures she lusted for so desperately.
The situation wasn't completely hopeless. She could start something on the side with Amy in the near future, and Amy would never have to know that she was fucking her own son. And she was sure now that Jane wouldn't say no to a bout of incestuous lesbianism. But she could never get all three of them in bed with her at once, and that was what she wanted more than anything in the world.
Now they were moaning and grunting in the grasp of their orgasms, and Alice just couldn't seem to get herself off with her flailing hand. She gave up in despair, trying to muffle her sobs of frustration. Amy looked more desirable than ever, with a trickle of Roger's cum running down from her full lower lip to her deliciously cleft chin.
Jane horrified Alice by saying, "Now you can go in the closet and look at Roger's skin mags all you want, Amy. And close the door."
"why? "
"I want to fuck Roger."
"Aw, come on, let me watch. Let me suck on your clit while he does it."
Alice didn't know how Jane could turn down such a tempting offer, but she did. "No, you're still being punished. But you get yourself nice and horny from looking at those beaver-shots, and then I'll eat you again. If I feel like it, and if you stop answering back to me when I tell you to do something."
"Shit. How can I see the magazines in the closet?"
"There's a light in the closet, dummy. Now, go on, get lost."
Slow on the uptake, Roger overreacted, screaming, "No!"
"You know," Amy said, shoving him back on the bed when he tried to seize her, "I think I better see what's going on in there."
"No, don't go in there. It's a mess, it's embarrassing," Roger said lamely.
"So are you. So's your bedroom. So what?" Amy said, and she jerked the door open right in front of Alice, cowering back among the coats.
The redhead must have been shocked right down to the tips of her pretty pink toes by the sight of Jane's and Roger's naked mother, but she reacted brilliantly and instantly, ducking inside and closing the door behind her before the couple on the bed saw what she saw. Alice supposed it was such quick thinking and reflexes that made the young Amazon so good at basketball.
Amy said nothing and did nothing at first, and Alice was beginning to breathe a little easier, but then the girl found the switch and turned on the light, revealing her in all her naked guilt. Alice cowered back, shielding her tits with her arms. Amy fixed her with a profoundly suspicious look.
"I guess you're wondering - " Alice began to whisper, but Amy raised her finger to her own lips and shook her head. She smiled slightly as she gave Alice the cool, appraising, top-to-toe survey that a man would have given her. She knew exactly what Alice had been doing: satisfying her voyeuristic urges.
Amy came closer, much closer, and Alice was overwhelmed by a fresh tide of desire for the girl in all her big, healthy nudity. Smelling of sex and sweat and a hint of cinnamon perfume, Amy leaned in to whisper right against her ear: "You want to fuck?"
Alice began to giggle uncontrollably, but Amy shut her up with a kiss that was downright violent. Their teeth clicked together, pinching Alice's lip painfully, as the girl dug her strong fingers into her ass and pulled her hard against her. Although there was no denying that Amy was female, with those beautiful tits pressing against her every bit as firm as they looked, Alice had the feeling that she was about to be fucked, whether she liked it or not, by a strong and dominant female. It was almost like the time Bruce had raped her; except that now she wanted it.
Amy's kiss softened as she began some skillful and intricate tongue-work that made Alice's head swim. She was surprised to find that Amy was the greatest kisser she had ever met, and she trembled with anticipation at the thought of what that talented tongue could do to her cunt.
Still kissing her delightfully, Amy bore her down to the floor among the shoes and coats and hockey-sticks, and somehow the girl guided Alice to a comfortable place to lie down. She spread her legs wide as she felt Amy's fingers probing the hot, wet lips of her cunt.
And then suddenly, unbelievably, it seemed as if Amy were actually fucking her, as if she'd somehow grown a cock and were pushing it in and out of Alice's pussy with the strong thrusting of her hips. The illusion was almost perfect, but Alice was quick to puzzle it out. Amy had bunched her five fingers together and, with the back of her hand pressed against her own cunt, was pushing them in and out of Alice with her fucking-motions. It seemed to Alice that she was being fucked with an extraordinarily big, hard cock, and she loved it.
She wrapped her legs around the girl's strong back, relishing the feel of her sleek skin between her thighs, and she slipped her hands in between their tightly compressed tits to give those marvelously springy tit-globes the feeling they deserved. Amy bent her head to kiss Alice's tits and lick their nipples to itchy rigidity.
Alice wished there was some way that she could return the delicious sensation that Amy's pumping fingers were giving her, but the girl's hand was in the way of her cunt. But then Alice realized that Amy was getting something out of this fuck, too: the back of her hand was rubbing her clit while she fingerfucked Alice. This seemed like a great way for girls to fuck each other, and she wished that she and Ginnie Morrison had been ingenious enough to figure it out when they were kids.
Her hips pumping like a man's, her make-believe cock thrusting in and out of Alice's cunt, Amy left off her work on Alice's tits to gasp and murmured endearments and encouragements in Alice's ear. Alice took the opportunity to get a taste of Amy's beautiful tits. Sucking one of those big, hard nipples was almost like sucking a tiny prick, and Alice could have sucked them and played with them for hours.
But suddenly she found herself moaning around her mouthful of tit as Amy's inspired fingerfucking lifted her to a dizzying climax. She felt as if a big bird were battering its fiery wings against the cage of her cunt, and that it suddenly broke through and was flying free, carrying her with it.
It took her minutes to recover from her drifting daze of pleasure, and when she did, she realized that Amy was moaning softly and rubbing her hot, sticky cunt against one of Alice's imprisoned thighs.
"Oh, no, Amy, let me get you off," she whispered. "Let me do it for you, I want to eat you."
Amy sighed and smiled as Alice wriggled around and slipped her face down between the redhead's thighs. Her cunt seemed hot as an oven, and it oozed odorous pussy-juice that had matted her cunt-hair and trickled down her inner thighs in shiny streams. She had a remarkably big clit. It stuck out hard and red between her slick lips like a saucy little girl's tongue. Figuring that Amy was too far gone for any preliminary teasing, Alice sucked it right into her mouth and began lashing it vigorously with her tongue while Amy moaned and writhed and squeezed her ears with her strong thighs.
Just as Amy was about to get off, the sliding door of the closet crashed open and Jane cried, "Oh-what? My God! Mom! Oh, gross!"
Chapter 5
Alice tried to withdraw and say something - but what on earth could she say? Amy grabbed her head and pulled it right back down into her hot cunt again.
"You are raping my mother!" Jane screamed. "Stop that this minute, Amy!"
Beyond speech, Amy said nothing. But Alice heard a slight scuffle, and she heard Roger saying, "It's cool, Jane. Don't you think Mom would have yelled if she hadn't wanted it?"
"God, I don't know! What's she doing here? How did she get in there? Look at her, for God's sake, she's eating Amy Sheldon. Ick! It's disgusting!"
Amy had at last gotten off with a deep-throated howl. Her cunt too sensitive to bear one more touch of Alice's eager tongue, she rolled away from her, gasping for breath and murmuring praise of the older woman's skill.
"Don't be stupid, Jane," Alice said when she caught her breath. Her lips felt like a little stiff and sore from the swabbing Amy had given them with her cunt, but she had loved every minute of it. "What's disgusting about it? You do it."
"Yes, but my mother. And Amy. It's ... You were watching us? You know.? And Roger, you knew she was in there you son of a bitch!"
"Don't call Roger a son of a bitch, dear."
"I will! And I'll call you a bitch too. Bitch!" Jane shrieked, nearly hysterical as she pounded her thighs with her fists and stamped her feet in a transport of rage.
Alice hated to do it, but she slapped Jane across the face as hard as she could. "Calm down!" she ordered. "Throwing a tantrum won't help anything. This is a sticky situation, certainly, it's a very emotionally charged situation, but let's all try to be reasonable and act like grownups."
"Let's all fuck, instead," Amy said, and Roger laughed. Alice shot a black look at each of them.
"You hit me," Jane said accusingly, but she was shocked rather than angry; her fury had died down.
"I had to, you were hysterical. You looked like you were in danger of throwing a fit. Now, what is it exactly that bothers you?"
Jane took the question seriously. "I don't know. To be found out, I guess. That you should know all the stuff we've been doing, me fucking Roger and Amy and everything. I was always afraid of that. I pictured you seeing me and Roger to reform school or something. But this is weird, I mean, I open the door and there's my mother going down on my girlfriend."
"Lover," Amy corrected sharply.
Roger put his two cents in: "Mom got me to fuck her last night, and we were still doing it when you came home from school. And she said she wanted to watch, so ..."
Alice sat down on the bed beside Jane and hugged her around the shoulders. "I wanted to join you, too, more than anything. But I was afraid it would shock you. I guess I was right."
Jane resisted her hand on her mother's bare thigh. In the next instant she jerked it away, confused, but Alice took it and returned it to her thigh, this time closer to her cunt. When Jane didn't resist, she drew it even higher. Soon her daughter's fingers were in contact with her pussy.
"That movie you were talking about, with all the incest - it got to me, too, I guess. I couldn't get it out of my mind. And then, in my fantasies, the characters became you and Roger."
"You and Roger actually fucked?" Jane asked, laughing as knowledge sank in fully.
"She gives incredible head, too," Roger said.
"You better believe it," Amy said.
Jane had just let her hand rest against her mother's cunt at first as she got used to the idea, but now she began to stroke it lightly, running her finger up one lip and down the other. Alice ran her hand down to caress one of her daughter's delicious little tits.
"So maybe we don't have a problem at all," Alice murmured, spreading her legs wide as she firmed up Jane's nipple with her fingers.
"I got a problem," Amy said, and Alice felt a touch of guilty fear, wondering what the girl would come out with. But it proved to be nothing: "I can't keep calling you `Mrs. Youngblood,' or just say `Hey, you,' all the time."
"My name's Alice."
"I know, nut that don't sound right, either."
She laughed in embarrassment. "Is it okay if I call you `Mom'?"
"Why not?" Alice said, and they all laughed. "One big, happy family.
"Real happy," Jane murmured, and she sucked Alice's tit into her mouth.
Roger wanted to go down on her, but Amy got there first, and Alice was secretly pleased that she had. She suspected that the girl would be much better at giving head than Roger was. But Roger was determined to get in on the action, and he took charge of her other nipple. Alice lay back on the bed with a sigh of utter contentment as her two children sucked at her tits in a way they had never done when they were babies and Amy, kneeling between her legs beside the bed, licked her cunt.
Still fondling her tit with his hand, Roger knelt and offered her a taste of his hard cock. Alice accepted it eagerly, not teasing him this time, but getting right down to some serious cocksucking. She felt Jane stop work on her nipple. Still sucking, she glanced over to see that the girl was watching them with a very peculiar expression.
Alice hated to release Roger's cock from her lips, but she did so and said, "What's wrong, Jane? "
"I don't know. Watching you do that, Mom, it's kind of ..."
"Come and see how it feels," Alice murmured, stretching down to grab Jane's trim young ass and draw her forward.
"Aw, Mom," Roger groaned, and Alice would have loved to go back to sucking his cock, but she felt that it was Jane who needed the most encouragement at this crucial stage.
She directed Jane to straddle her face with her knees, revealing her luscious young cunt fully to her greedy gaze. Her cunt lips were firm and plump and leaf-shaped, and their pinkness reminded her of the candy icing on a cake. She kissed it gently at first, barely slipping her tongue inside. Her daughter's cunt tasted strongly of her son's cum, but she could still discern its own delicate, oyster-like flavor.
"Why don't you blow Roger?" she suggested, her lips brushing Jane's cunt with each word.
"Yeah!" Roger agreed.
"I don't like blowing. Do you really like it, Mom? Or is it just something you do to please a guy?"
Alice giggled. "When I was your age, I loved sucking cocks so much that I almost never got around to fucking. I still love it."
"The idea turns me off," Jane said.
She wasn't turned off now, however. Her cunt was seeping copiously, and her clit was stiff and firm as a little pencil-eraser. Alice teased it skillfully, not wanting to get Jane off too fast. Meanwhile Amy was doing everything to her own cunt she'd ever dreamed of, and then some. Her tongue licked and slithered and probed so expertly that it was almost better than fucking. Alice flung her legs wide to give the cunt-eating redhead full access to her pleasure.
Roger was nudging her tits in a peculiar way, and it was only when she felt a drop of sticky wetness on her nipple that she realized he was using his cock to play with them. She pushed her tits together, trapping his prick in a firm tunnel of flesh between them. He caught on immediately and began fucking her between the tits.
But then Amy stopped her delightful cunt-eating and said, "Get your ass outta my face, Roger. It turns me off, having to stare your asshole when I'm eating a cunt."
"How about if I come down there and fuck you?"
"No way!"
"Amy's a virgin," Jane giggled. "Technically, anyway."
Frustrated at every turn, Roger wriggled forward and shoved his cock right past his mother's chin and into his sister's cunt. Alice was dying to watch them fuck, but she couldn't see a thing with the bottom of Jane's flat belly pressing down on her eyes, so she rolled Jane and Roger off her and propped herself up on one elbow to watch at close range.
Jane's eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip in concentration at the pleasure her brother was ramming into her cunt. The lips weren't pink now, they were fiery red, and they seemed to squeeze the gleaming cock as tightly as a rubber band. Roger's face was red, too, and twisted with hot excitement as he fucked his sister with savage eagerness. Alice was so close to the action that hot droplets of pussy-juice occasionally sprayed her face when Roger's plunging prick sent them flying.
"You mean, you're not even a little bit tempted to try that?" Alice murmured, drawing Amy's attention to the horny teenagers bouncing on the bed beside her.
Amy looked and shrugged, then she giggled. Alice was sure she wouldn't need too much persuasion to let Roger fuck her, and it was another sight she looked forward to.
No longer content merely to watch, Alice bent down and wiggled her tongue against the root of Roger's cock. Since he and Jane were lying on their sides as they fucked, the action was wide-open to her mouth as well as her greedy eyes. She took turns licking her son's cock and balls and licking her daughter's distended cunt-lips and clit. The little extra moans her children gave as she did this told her that her efforts were appreciated, and Roger even responded by reaching out to fondle one of her tits as he caressed one of Jane's with his other hand.
The mixture of cum and cunt-juice was a heady one, and Alice tried to lick up all she could. As she licked the root of Roger's cock, he pulled more and more of it out of his sister's cunt, dredging up hotter and fresher pussy-juice from the depths. Alice licked every exposed inch of his cock, and her tonguing pleased him so much that he finally pulled his cock all the way out and let her suck it.
"Hey!" Jane protested. "No fair!"
Much as she loved to such cock, Alice agreed that Jane was right, and she reluctantly let go of Roger's prick and gave Jane's cunt an especially vigorous licking in compensation. Roger wasted no time at all in getting his cock back inside his sister's hot pussy.
"If Jane comes first, Roger, I want you to come on my mouth, okay?"
"Yeah," Roger said, fitting in the word between his eager, fuck-lusting grunts.
Alice now concentrated all her efforts on Jane's bone-hard little clit to make sure that she came first, but it was hard now to concentrate on anything but the firestorm that Amy was churning up in the bubbling cauldron of her cunt. Alice had deliberately tried to retard her orgasm, but now it could be held back no longer, and it was all the wilder and more explosive for having been repressed so long.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" Alice shrieked, but further cries were cut short by a mouthful of hard, juicy, glistening cock. Alice hadn't even noticed that Jane had climaxed, but she had, and her son was now living up to his word.
Even as she bucked her hips and swabbed her cunt-hair against Amy's face, Alice sucked like a fiend, thirsting in all her soul for the taste of her son's hot jism. She almost gagged on his cock, Roger was thrusting it so deep in his frenzy of excitement. She gripped it in her hand to restrain him a little, and at that moment it erupted like a volcano of cum, shooting hot gouts inside her mouth. Alice had to swallow furiously to keep from drowning in cum, but even so, she felt some of the excess clogging her nose and spilling over her lips. She would have loved to scream with the long-drawn ecstasy of her tumultuous orgasm, but she didn't want to let go of Roger's pumping prick for a minute.
When at last Roger's cock had dwindled and the fire in Alice's cunt had calmed to a soft glow, Jane said, "You know, Mom, you almost make that look like fun. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Do you really hate sucking Roger off as much as you say, Amy?"
"Ugh!" the redhead said as she rose, wiping Alice's cunt-juice from her mouth with the back of her hand, but Alice was sure she detected a sly twinkle in the so-called lesbian's eye. "Please give me some head, Jane, okay? All I been doing down there is watching you guys having a ball, and I'm so horny I could die."
Amy gave them an eyeful by playing with herself as she spoke, spreading her legs wide and squeezing her big clit in the fork of two fingers. Alice would have loved to eat it again, but Jane complied by pulling her lover down on the bed and beginning to lick her cunt enthusiastically.
For the moment Alice was as satisfied as she would ever be, and she sat back with one of Jane's cigarettes to watch her daughter eating Amy, feeling no real desire to get involved at the moment. As for Roger, he was so exhausted by his long exertions that he lay back and didn't even watch. His half-hard cock, slimed with his sister's cunt-juice and his mother's saliva, lay on his muscular thigh like a sleeping snake.
Alice wondered how Bruce would react if he walked in on this scene. He would probably go nuts. He might even go for his shotgun. Despite the fact that he was a one-time rapist and despite his interest in dirty movies, he was really a bit of a prude. He was very reserved with Jane, seldom touching her, much less hugging or kissing her. She couldn't remember him ever saying a word about incest, beyond a few sarcastic remarks about that hillbilly movie, such as, "It's a shame they didn't have more kids. They're running out of people to fuck."
Alice applied that remark to herself now, and she giggled. What if she'd had three more sons? She pictured them as the male strippers from last night. She wondered if it was possible to take a cock in her cunt and in her asshole at the same time. She didn't even know if it would be possible for her to take one up the ass, but she pictured two of them doing that while she sucked off a third. What would she do with the fourth?
Hearing her little sputter of laughter, Roger roused himself and moved up beside her, draping his big arm comfortably about her shoulders.
"What's up, Mom?"
"I was just wondering. Did you ever cornhole a girl?"
"No way!" Jane cried in alarm, lifting her mouth from Amy's cunt and putting a protective hand over her rosy ass. Amy quickly pulled her head back and held it there.
"Don't worry, I don't mean he should do it to you, I was just asking."
"No, I never did. I think it would be kind of painful for both parties."
"Oh, you'd use Vaseline or something, I guess."
"Do you like ass-fucking?"
"I never did it either. Your father tried to do it to me once, but I discouraged him."
"Want to try it?"
"What?" Alice asked, having lost track of the conversation.
"You want one to fuck you up the ass, Mom?" Roger asked, cupping her tit and stroking it provocatively. "Just to see if you like it. I'll stop, if you don't."
"Well..."
Jane had finished eating Amy's cunt, and the two girls were sitting together and giggling over something - probably over her and Roger's conversation.
"I've always wanted to try it," Roger said, rising from the bed. "I'll just go and get some Vaseline."
He obviously wanted to try it: his prick had thickened fully at the prospect, and it wagged before him in stiff erection as he padded from the room.
"That's really gross," Jane said, but she seemed more amused than genuinely shocked. "I'd never in a million years suck his cock after he had it in somebody's asshole. Even yours"
"Gays do it all the time," Amy said, but she was giggling.
"Faggots!" Jane spat. "Ick!"
Now that Roger had returned from the bathroom, Alice wasn't at all sure that she wanted to go through with it, after all. His cock really was enormous. Maybe it would be better to try it with Bruce first, whose proportions weren't all that heroic. But Roger was so eager that she didn't have the heart to back out.
She had looked forward to fondling his prick while she greased it up, getting herself in the mood, but it already gleamed with a coat of lubricant. She made herself as ready as she could, rolling over and sticking her ass up temptingly. Roger started by kissing her ass fervently, first one asscheek and then the other, then slithered his tongue down her asscrease.
"If you girls can't control yourselves, go someplace else!" Alice said sharply. Their giggles were getting on her nerves.
"I'm sorry, Mom. Please let us stay and watch. We'll be good."
Roger's quivering tongue had reached her asshole now. He rolled it into a stiff little dart and thrust it inside. It seemed impossibly tight. How was he ever going to get his great big cock into that tiny hole if his tongue barely fit? He began wiggling it around, licking her asshole inside and out as he reached beneath to stroke her tits with hands that were greasy from preparing his cock. At last he was kneeling behind her, and she felt the bulging crown of his prick pushing into her asshole.
"It's tight," Roger muttered.
"You're damned right! I don't think I can - " "Relax, just like you were taking a shit," Amy suggested, coming forward to stroke Alice's shoulders reassuringly. "That's how they say you're supposed to do it."
Jane made some disgusted noises, but Amy shushed her sternly.
Alice tried to put the suggestion into practice, and suddenly it was happening. Roger's huge cock slipped right up her ass like a hot knife in butter. It really did feel like she was taking a shit when he withdrew it, and the feeling was a little alarming, but the alarm diminished when she felt it sliding in again, then sliding out, sliding in and out as if it were the simplest thing in the world. She felt a quiver of excitement in her cunt.
Amy was still kneeling before her, stroking her gently and lovingly, and she began kissing her way up the strong muscles of the redhead's inner thighs. Soon she was licking Amy's cunt while her son fucked her in the ass, and now Jane wriggled down to put her head between her legs. She felt her daughter's tongue caressing her cunt and driving her excitement up to the boiling point.
Suddenly the front door slammed and Bruce's voice boomed from downstairs, "Honey, I'm home! Jane? Roger? I got back early!"
Chapter 6
Oddly, it was Amy Sheldon who was the most demoralized by the shock of Bruce's premature return. All she could do was shiver and wring her hands. Jane got dressed in a flash. Alice sent her downstairs to forestall Bruce with the word that she was taking a nap and that Roger was entertaining a friend in his room. Alice then had to waste precious minutes trying to calm Amy down before she could dash to her own bedroom and dress, for she had nothing but a bathrobe in Roger's room.
She tore a dress from her closet and flung it on, knowing that Bruce might be tempted to come upstairs and join her in bed. He always came home horny from his trips. And if he did, he would surely notice that she had an ass full of Vaseline and a cunt full of cum. To complicate matters, she was still worked up from the interrupted orgy. Catching a glimpse of her flushed face and bright eyes in the mirror, she knew that no one could believe she had come from a nap.
"Wow, honey, you look terrific!" Bruce exclaimed, gathering her in his arms and giving her ass a good feel. He whispered, "No underwear, either, you devil. Want to go back and let me help you finish your nap?"
She felt his hard cock pressing her belly, and she was almost unbearably tempted, but she said firmly, "No, Bruce, not now. Roger's upstairs with a friend."
"Yeah, and what do you suppose Roger and his friend are doing?" he laughed, but the subject had distracted him from pressing his advances, and he said, "A girl, huh? That's what Jane told me, that Sheldon beanpole."
"She's no beanpole now," Alice laughed. "Wait till you see her."
"Honestly, I was worried about that kid. I was beginning to think he was queer, on top of being a retard."
Bruce had once dreamed of sending Roger to Princeton, an absurd idea. He certainly wasn't retarded, but he wasn't the brightest kid in the world, and it had come as no real surprise to Alice when he'd dropped out of high school. It had been a terrible blow to Bruce, though, and he'd never forgiven Roger, whom he almost always referred to as "that kid," or "your son."
"Don't talk about Roger like that, Bruce. He's a good boy."
Jane had been sitting nearby, rather noisily leafing through a magazine, but now she said, "What do you suppose they're doing, all this time?"
"Three guesses," Bruce said with a loud guffaw.
Jane jumped to her feet and stormed out of the room.
"What the hell's eating her? Her brother's not allowed to have a girlfriend over?"
. "It's the first time, and maybe she's a little shocked. Maybe she thinks it's wrong of me to condone it."
Bruce looked surprised. "You mean, you think they really are screwing up there? Jeez, you're pretty liberated."
"For heaven's sake, Bruce. Don't tell me you're shocked."
"Well, yes. It's bad enough that kid can't go to school or hold a real job, now he's treating our home like a shack-up motel. Yeah, I am shocked."
"It's his girlfriend, Bruce, he's in love," she extemporized. "It's not like that at all. And you yourself had no qualms about screwing me in your parents' home, that first time. Why don't you tell him to be like his father, and only take girls by force when his parents aren't home?"
She had meant to sting him, and he was stung. The color drained from his face. He looked down and muttered, "I'm sorry."
"I hope you mean you're sorry for being so hard on Roger."
"Yeah, I suppose so," he grumbled.
"And I'm sorry, too, Bruce, really.',' She slipped into his arms and kissed him. "I had no business bringing that up - but you're so tough on Roger - "
"Okay, I'll try harder. Forget it." His caressing grew more serious. "I brought home some real hot ones."
"What?"
"Videotapes from New York. Want to go watch one?"
"Not now, Bruce, I told you. I have to go and have a word with Jane, while you pour us each a drink."
In the kitchen, Jane looked to be on the verge of another tantrum.
"What the hell is wrong with you, miss?" Alice whispered. "Will you please for Christ's sake cool it!"
"That son of a bitch is fucking Amy, I know it."
"So what?"
"I'm jealous, that's what. Of both of them."
"You'd better grow up, and do it fast. If your father finds out what's been going on, it would kill him. It would destroy our family. You might just wind up in reform school, or in a foster home, while I go to jail. If that's what you want, just keep up this stupid, childish behavior. Otherwise, act like it's no skin off your nose that Roger has a girl. If your father starts getting suspicious, we're lost."
Alice saw that she had succeeded in scaring Jane out of her anger, and now she took her in her arms and kissed her in their new, passionate way. Alice felt her excitement tingling up again as their tongues met.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I guess I just didn't think."
"You better think," Alice said, but gave her a warm smile as she returned to rejoin Bruce.
"So what's her problem?" he said, handing her a martini.
"Oh Amy's a special pal of hers - you know the sort of puppy-love that girls have. I think she feels a little jealous, to tell the truth."
Bruce laughed as if he understood.
Alice studied her husband more closely than usual during the course of the evening. He was a handsome man, although his craggy, New England face didn't seem to go with the modish, blow-dried style of his prematurely silver hair. He looked a lot more like a fisherman than Roger did, and Alice could more easily picture him weathering a gale at the helm of a trawler than selling pots and pans to restaurants.
The dream of going to Princeton had once been his own ambition, but he had scrapped that to marry Alice and get a job. She wondered if he ever blamed her for the failure of his boyhood dream.
Jane went off, still sulking, to do her homework at Linda Wiggins's before Amy and Roger came down, looking extremely smug. They both looked extremely clean, too. Alice had heard the shower running. Apparently they'd shared it. She could have kicked Bruce for coming home at such an inopportune time.
She expected her husband would be a bit stiff and cold with the kids because of his disapproval, but the sight of Amy Sheldon knocked that out of him, and he greeted her effusively. After his third martini, Bruce had a tendency to become very affectionate toward any even remotely attractive woman.
As Amy left with Roger, who insisted on walking her home - probably to keep out of his father's way - she kissed Alice on the cheek and said, "So long, Mom."
Bruce looked at her quizzically when they were gone. "Mom? Sounds like she's already part of the family."
"You're just jealous you didn't get a kiss."
Bruce grinned guiltily. "That's a hell of a lot more woman than I figured that kid would want to handle." Before she could react to this slur on Roger, he said, "She walks funny, though, doesn't she? Like a drill sergeant."
"Would you like to handle her, Bruce?"
"Come on, honey. Just because I appreciate a pretty girl, it doesn't mean I want to hop into bed with her."
"Don't try to snow me, Bruce," she teased. "I bet you meet plenty of willing ladies out there on the road. Why, with all the time you spend away from home, you probably have another wife and family stashed away somewhere."
"Honey," Bruce said, taking her in his arms, his voice throbbing with sincerity, "I've never once cheated on you. After what I did to you that night in my folks' living room, after I discovered. I'd got you pregnant, I made a vow to be as good a husband to you as I could, to try to make up for that. I wouldn't have mentioned ii at all, except you brought up the subject earlier. I think it's time you forgave me for raping you."
"Oh, Bruce, I do!" Racked by a sudden pang of love for him and shame for what she'd done, she found herself sobbing into his shoulder. "I don't deserve you."
"Hey. What did I say? You haven't been cheating on me, have you?"
Panic jangled all her nerves. "Of course not! I was just ... well, I was just touched by what you said."
"That's not all I want to touch you with," he murmured, reaching down to stroke her cunt through her dress. "Come on, all the kids are gone now, let's go watch some movies."
She pulled back before he could slip his hand beneath her dress and feel her cum-crusted pussy. "Sure, but I have to take a bath first. I won't be long."
She douched her cunt clean of her son's cum and thought of taking an enema to get rid of the Vaseline, but she decided Bruce would never notice, now that she'd washed it from the outside of her ass. While she was bathing, Bruce tried the bathroom door, but he didn't call out or knock. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him going into the bedroom.
She toweled herself dry and donned what she wryly called her fucking-outfit, since Bruce liked her to wear it when they fucked: black-mesh stockings, gold, spike-heeled slippers and a lacy garter belt, topped off with a sheer black negligee. She put on lipstick and eye makeup, then massaged some of the lipstick into her nipples and cunt-lips; Bruce liked her to do that, too.
He was lounging on the bed in his robe when she came into the room with a sexy strut. He gave her a thorough lustful inspection, but he made no move toward her yet. He turned on the VCR at the foot of the bed and sat back to sip his martini. He'd had quite a few. Fortunately, he never got too drunk to fuck.
"This is supposed to be a hot one," he observed.
A slinky brunette was sunbathing nude by a swimming pool. A blond beach-boy-type who reminded her of Roger came onto the scene. Flustered, he started to leave, but the woman urged him to rub her with suntan oil. It developed that she was his mother. Alice found herself blushing.
The woman observed that her son had a hard-on. He tried to resist, but she unzipped his cut-off jeans to reveal an enormous cock. Before long they were sucking and fucking happily. The camera zoomed in for tight close-ups of the action. At last, the boy pulled out his cock and shot a copious wad of cum on his mother's belly.
"Shit," Bruce said. "Those fucking cum- shots turn me off. I think these movies must be made by faggots who like to see cocks shooting off."
"I don't mind them at all," Alice said.
"Yeah, but it's stupid. What guy would pull his prick out and jerk off when he's about to come?"
The next scene showed father and daughter. She wore pigtails and pinafores, but the actress must have been at least twenty-five, while her "father" was no more than ten years older. He pulled down her panties and spanked her over his lap for some infraction. The girl told him she knew he had a hard-on and knew what he really wanted. She begged him to stop spanking her and fuck her. He obliged.
"Do you ever fantasize about fucking Jane?" Alice asked.
"Good Lord!" He seemed genuinely shocked. "Of course not!"
"I don't see why you should be so upset. You enjoy seeing movies about fathers fucking their daughters. Remember that one about the hillbillies?"
"Yeah," he said, smiling at the memory. "But that's just a movie. Kids like to watch those slasher movies, but they don't run out of the theater and start slicing up their friends."
"No, but maybe they think about it. I just asked."
"Fucking Jane, that's not something I would deliberately think about. I wish you wouldn't talk about it."
"I'm sorry," she said.
Slipping her hand under his robe, she found that his rock was hard as a rock. Was the movie responsible for that, or had the mention of fucking Jane done it? He had answered her question by using the word "deliberately." So he did think about fucking his daughter. Perhaps she could solve all their problems by drawing Bruce into the incestuous circle. If he were fucking Jane, he couldn't be mad at her for fucking Roger. It seemed like a wild scheme, and she had no idea of how to bring it about, but it seemed to deserve further thought.
Bruce pulled her closer and played with her nipples while she played with his cock. Both were still watching the film avidly. The father and the son were now making out with the daughter. While she was bouncing up and down on her brother's cock, her father came up from behind and slipped his prick into her asshole.
"My God, I wouldn't have thought that was possible," Alice said, startled to see the very act depicted that she had been wondering about earlier. .
"Yeah, they seem to be really doing it."
Now the three lay on their sides, and the girl raised her leg over her brother to permit a wide open shot of her crotch. Undeniably, she was taking a cock in her cunt and one in her asshole at the same time, and she seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it.
"Let's stop the tape awhile," Bruce muttered, gathering her into his arms and beginning to kiss her tits.
"Okay. That really turned you on, huh."
"You turn me on," he said, slipping two fingers into her wet cunt and churning them around.
"Bruce ... would you like to fuck me in the asshole?"
When he looked up, his expression was positively eager, but his voice didn't betray his excitement as he said, "I thought you didn't go for that."
"How do you know whether you'll like something until you try? I'm willing to find out."
"Me too," he said, turning off the tape before coming back to her and trying to guide her onto her belly.
"Let me get some Vaseline."
"What's wrong with spit?"
"Maybe when I get used to it," she said, firmly resisting his efforts to pull her back to the bed. "But the first time, I'll need all the help I can get."
She breathed a deep sigh of relief when she managed to get out of the bedroom. She might be able to lubricate Bruce's cock with her spit, but when he pulled it out and found it lubricated with something else, he'd have a few questions to ask, she was sure. She returned with the jar that Roger had used before.
"That chick didn't even use spit," Bruce said. He had turned the tape back on and continued to watch it while Alice gave his prick a generous coat of gleaming grease. Now her brother was buggering her while her father fucked her in the mouth.
"Let's watch while you do it," Alice said, lying down facing the TV. She raised her ass and wriggled her knees up beneath her while Bruce knelt over her ass.
Bruce started off slowly, probably afraid of hurting her, but it soon became obvious that he could slip all the way inside her asshole with no trouble at all, so he promptly did. He sighed with deep contentment. Once again Alice got the slightly alarming feeling that she was taking a shit, but that faded, and she concentrated on the delicious pleasure of Bruce's ass-fucking.
On the screen, the father was now fucking his daughter, and the son had his prick in her mouth. Alice noticed for the first time that the actress's pussy-hair had been shaved, perhaps to perpetuate the fiction that she was a very young girl. It was a turn-on to see the big prick slipping into her bare pussy, and she resolved to help Roger convince Jane that she should shave off her cunt-hair.
Alice wriggled up until she could fee Bruce's balls pressing her cunt-lips on each hot stroke into her ass, but that touch was no more than tantalizing. She reached back to finger her clit while he buggered her.
"Hey, that's what I'm here for," he murmured, putting her hand aside and stroking her rigid clit.
"See if you can stick your thumb inside."
Bruce laughed. "Trying to see if you have a future in porno flicks, huh, taking two at once?"
She said nothing, concentrating on relaxing. It was a very tight squeeze. She felt like a stuffed turkey must feel, with Bruce's cock up her ass and his thumb up her cunt, but she couldn't say she disliked it. She began to like it a lot when he began twiddling her clit while he slipped his prick and thumb in and out.
"Oh, yes, Bruce, fuck me and cornhole me and play with me ... I love it, I love your big cock up my ass ..."
Her words seemed to inflame him even more, and he began ramming his cock in and out of her ass at a furious rate. He alternated the strokes of thumb and cock, so that it was easy for her to imagine that she was really being fuck ed and buggered by two men. Of course, Roger's cock was a hell of a lot bigger than Bruce's thumb, so this really proved nothing, but she had a strong feeling that she could do it and that she would love doing it.
She felt herself coming just as she felt Bruce squirting fiery cream up her asshole, and at the same moment the two men in the dirty movie pulled their pricks out to spatter cum on the writhing body of the actress. Somehow the sight of those two big, red cocks shooting their loads lent a new intensity to her orgasm, and she shrieked with delight as Bruce continued to ream her cunt with his thumb.
"You gave Roger an earful," he laughed when they were lying side by side again. "Or maybe it was Jane. I heard somebody come home."
"I think they must have figured out by now that we sometimes fuck," she giggled.
"You're really something," he said, shaking his head in mild puzzlement. "Not long ago, you would have been embarrassed to know that Roger or Jane had heard you screaming, `Fuck me! Fuck my asshole, you butt-fucking bugger!' But - "
"Did I really say that?" Now she was embarrassed.
"Yep. And for a girl who never did it before, you sure took my cock up your ass like a real pro. I think you really must have something going on the side, and that's why you said you don't deserve me."
He pretended to be teasing, but his face betrayed an undercurrent of genuine suspicion. But then he shocked her by saying, "You know, I don't think I would really mind. In fact I think it would be a turn-on, if you were fucking some other guy and you told me all the details. The most exciting thing I can imagine would be..."
"What?"
He laughed in embarrassment. "It's just a fantasy, but it always gets me hot to think of you fucking somebody else. While I watch."
"You have hidden depths," she said dryly. "Whom do you have in mind?"
"Nobody. Anybody who turned you on, I guess. Who would you pick?"
She pretended to watch the movie for a while. Now the mother and daughter were playing sixty-nine beside the pool. Both of them had beautiful cunts, firm and shapely and pink, but neither was really a match for Amy's or Jane's.
"Who?" he prodded, and she couldn't keep a straight face as the only name sprang to mind.
"Roger?"
"God, that's sick," but he didn't seem nearly as shocked as he might have been. "I think these movies have warped your mind."
She had been thinking exactly the same thing. Could it be the truth?
The police had caught up with the incestuous family in the movie. A policewoman who bore a striking resemblance to Angie Dickinson was questioning the young man very intimately about his affairs with his mother and sister. She was obviously getting hotter by the minute. Soon the young man was fucking her on her desk. Like the revenue officer in the Okie movie, she wore her boots and police-hat and gunbelt while she fucked.
"It's true that you flirt with him all the time," Bruce said, and she was startled to realize he'd been thinking it over all this time. "Roger, huh?"
Somehow she found the courage to say, "Yeah."
"I'11 have to think that one over."
"But you have no urge whatsoever to fuck Jane, right?"
"I told you - " He seemed very angry, but then he moderated his tone. "I'd rather not even think about that."
She noticed that Bruce's cock had sprung, back to full erection. She didn't think the policewoman had done it for him.
Chapter 7
Alice was ecstatic to think that Bruce would permit her to fuck Roger - that he would even actively encourage it, so he could watch. Later in the evening he said he was thinking about buying a video camera. He said he would rather watch a video of her fucking someone (neither of them mentioned Roger this time) than actually be in the same room with them.
But the next morning, when she tried to raise the subject tactfully, his reaction dashed her hopes.
"God, I'm sorry. I must've been drunk out of my mind. Forget all that, Please? I can't believe I said those things - or that you did."
"You mean, you really wouldn't want to watch me in bed with - "
"No, I definitely would not want to watch you fucking another man. Especially not the one you mentioned." He clutched his stomach and pulled a face. "The thought of it makes me sick. I think maybe we ought to cool those movies for a while, at least the ones about ... things like that."
"Motherfucking""
"Yeah, that."
Bruce was going into the head office in Ipswich every day and visiting customers in the area. Although he kept fairly regular hours, it was impossible to predict exactly when he would come home, and she didn't dare throw any fullscale orgies. Every morning after Bruce left, though, she would run up to Roger's bedroom and wake him for some fast and furious sucking and fucking.
At last Bruce had to spend a day in Boston, and he didn't need to tell her that he would be home late, for he had many important accounts there. In all probability, he said, he would have to stay overnight. Alice urged Jane to bring Amy home from school with her.
Jane had agreed to let Roger shave her cunt, and Alice believed she knew why. Jane was no longer her brother's only lover. She had to share him now with his mother and Amy Sheldon, and she felt a loss of status. She was trying to win back some of Roger's undivided attention.
She was surely getting it now as she lounged on the lid of the toilet with her legs spread wide. Roger was concentrating intently on her cunt as he snipped the hair off short before lathering it up. Amy and Alice sat facing each other in a hot, sudsy tub.
Alice had confided her idea to them, that their problems would be solved if they could get Bruce to fuck Jane. Jane had no objection, but neither she nor the others could think of how to bring it about until Amy startled them all by saying, "Why don't you do it like they did in the Bible?"
"Huh?" Alice said. "The Bible? What are you talking about?"
"In Genesis, after Lot escapes from Sodom and Gomorrah and, his wife gets turned to a pillar of salt? Well, his two daughters are worried that the family will die out, because Lot doesn't have any sons. So the daughters get him loaded and take turns screwing him."
"It has that in the Bible?" Alice asked, incredulous.
"Sure, there's lots of good stuff in there. You never know when it'll come in handy."
Amy's idea seemed brilliant to Alice. Bruce always got very amorous after a few drinks. And it seemed obvious that he was repressing a deep lust for Jane. She didn't know whether he would actually come on to his daughter, or if he would go so far as fucking her, but with Jane guiding him, he might not be able to resist. She kissed Amy's pretty foot, resting on the rim of the tub by her shoulder.
"I think it'll work. You're a genius!"
"I know it'll work," Jane sighed.
Something about her tone disturbed Alice, and she turned to eye her closely.
"Listen, if I tell you something I promised never, ever to tell, will you swear you won't get mad or anything?" Jane asked her mother.
"I guess so," Alice said doubtfully, and even Roger paused in his eager snipping of cunt-hair to listen.
"It seems okay to tell now, because of everything that's happened, but it was always like my terrible secret. You remember how I used to sit on Daddy's lap all the time? Well, he would always get a hard-on when I did it. I was real curious about that thing pressing) against my ass, and I would try to feel it with my fingers. He wouldn't say anything, but he would firmly take my hand away, and if I kept doing it, he would dump me on the floor.
Unless - " Jane paused for dramatic effect "unless he'd had a couple of drinks. Then he would let me give it a real good feel for a while. After I'd felt it long enough, he would go to the bathroom - to jack off, I guess."
One night he came from the shower in his bathrobe, and I sat on his lap, and I got the nerve to reach inside and feel his bare cock. This time he didn't stop me. He opened his legs and gave me a good look at his balls and everything, and he told me just what he wanted done ..."
"What?" everyone demanded in unison when Jane had paused too long.
"He wanted me to blow him. He wanted me to take off all my clothes, too. It sounded fine to me, and he was all happy and giggling and calling me his little darling and everything, so I got naked and sucked him off."
"How come you never - " Roger tried to interrupt.
"Shut up! That's the point. As soon as he came, it was like he realized what he'd done, and he felt awful. He said he ought to kill himself or cut of his cock, and I believed him. He begged my forgiveness, like he'd done something really awful to me, and I couldn't get my clothes on fast enough to suit him. He made me swear never to breathe a word of this to a soul, so don't ever let on I told you.
The thing is, I really liked it, sucking him off and drinking his cum, but the way he was carrying on, I began to think maybe I really had done something awful. And after that, as you know, he hardly ever touched me anymore. And he never called me his little lambchop anymore, like he did when he asked me to suck his cock. So I guess I figured there must be something really wrong with blowjobs. After that, I never wanted to suck another cock as long as I lived."
"You should force yourself," Roger suggested.
Jane had been deeply moved while telling her story. She had seemed on the verge of tears when she told how her father never called her his little lambchop anymore. Under the circumstances, Roger's wise-ass remark was incredibly insensitive, and Alice approved when Jane pinched her brother on the ear as hard as she could.
"Ow!" Roger cried, trying to twist away. "What's eating you, Sis?"
"You're not, you bastard! I don't think I want you fucking me anymore. I wouldn't even let you finish shaving my cunt, except - " she looked down at the stubble and giggled. "It's a mess, the way it is. It looks like some old bum's mouth, who needs a shave."
"I didn't mean anything," Roger grumbled, rubbing his injured ear. "I thought it would be like riding a horse, you know, you fall off, so you're supposed to get right back on again. That's all I meant."
"Well, I'm not going to force myself to blow you, so forget it," Jane said firmly. She glanced uncertainly at Alice as she said, "But if I blew Daddy again, and this time he didn't act like it was the end of the world, maybe I could get over my hang-up."
Alice was still digesting all this surprising news and wondering how she should react to it. Bruce, who came on like such a prude, was actually the first one in the family to have committed an act of incest. She didn't dare ask how old Jane had been when this had happened, but she could guess. Alice wasn't really angry, as Jane had feared, but she felt disappointed in Bruce and perhaps a little contemptuous of the goody-goody act he was trying to pull now. The dirty old daughterfucker!
Jane was giggling now as Roger lathered the stubble on her cunt with a can of shaving-foam. He rubbed it in slowly and lovingly, doing a far more thorough job, probably, than he'd ever done on his own chin. Jane spread her thin thighs as wide as she could, and the tendons stood out like little ropes leading to her lathered cunt.
"Christ, Roger, if you nick my cunt ..." Jane couldn't think of a threat awful enough as her brother began to ply the gleaming razor in the lather. It was a straight-razor like his father's; both prided themselves in their skill with the dangerous instrument and claimed it was the only way to get a clean shave.
"Looks kind of like fun," Amy observed. "You want to do me, too, Rog?"
Alice laughed at the thought of Roger doing all three of them, like a busy barber. She could save all the cunt-hair and perhaps braid it into a little bracelet that she would wear everywhere, openly, secure in the knowledge that no one would guess what it was, or the secret it symbolized.
Roger, biting his tongue in concentration, only nodded his head briefly to Amy's question as he worked on his sister's cunt with the intense seriousness of a diamond-cutter working on a priceless gem. He might have been a wise-ass to his sister, but it was obvious that he dreaded the thought of doing her the slightest injury. He directed her to lift her feet onto the lid and move her ass forward as he shaved the last wispy hairs between her cunt and her asshole.
"Voila!" he cried, flourishing the razor like a conductor's baton.
Jane peered down at her cunt, and everyone else stared just as avidly.
"I feel like a little kid," she giggled, and that was exactly what she looked like, with her small tits, thin body and absolutely hairless cunt.
"Anyway, you look like a real blonde," Amy said.
"I am!" Jane cried. "My cunt-hair was naturally a darker color, that's all, maybe from not getting any sun. Honest."
"How about giving me a little something for all that work?" Roger asked, putting the razor aside and stroking his way toward his sister's bare pussy with his big, strong hands.
"I guess you earned it," Jane said.
She drew his head down, and Roger's tongue went to work with the same care and thoroughness as the razor. His cock had been stiff all the while he'd been shaving her, and now it quivered even more stiffly as he licked his sister's cunt. Although normally not a first class cunt-licker like Amy, he seemed inspired to outdo himself by Jane's temptingly naked pussy. She writhed and squirmed on the toilet, her eyes closed and her lips parted, while Roger sucked and guzzled as if his life depended on it.
Alice would have loved to give this sexy sight her undivided attention, but Amy was distracting her by trying to press their cunts together. It was a difficult operation in the bathtub, involving much giggling and splashing and even, it seemed at times, the danger of drowning, but the difficulty made it all the more desirable. Alice was itching to get her cunt into contact with the redhead's and rub their cuts together. They'd never done this, but she knew that Amy's big clit would feel almost like a cock-head massaging her own tingling little nubbin.
Amy at last arranged to lie on her right hip, with her right leg beneath Alice's back. The weight of her left leg between Alice's tits was a little difficult to support, but the discomfort hardly seemed to matter as she felt their wet, hairy pussies at last snuggling together beneath the suds. Their cunts formed a little cross, and Alice was reminded of the old sailor's tale of the Chinese girls with horizontal cunts as she felt Amy's rubbing from left to right across her own.
No longer needing to concentrate on Amy's acrobatics, Alice could spare a moment to look at Jane and Roger. She saw that her son had taken over his sister's seat on the toilet lid. She squatted in his lap, facing him, and he supported her ass in his hands as he lifted her up and down on his cock. She had a pretty pink rosebud of an asshole, and Alice thought of the movie with the father buggering his daughter while her brother fucked her. She would have loved to see Bruce and Roger try that with Jane.
As if picking up her vibes, Roger wet his forefinger with his tongue and slipped it into Jane's ass. She squeaked with surprise, but she continued to pump her cunt up and down on his glistening cock as he stuck his finger up her ass.
"Oh, Roger, that feels good!" she said, surprised. "It feels like you're rubbing my cunt from inside it while you're fucking me - "
"It feels almost like I'm jacking myself off inside your pussy."
Jane moved faster and faster, revealing the length of Roger's inflamed prick on each upstroke, then impaling herself and hiding his cock completely inside her clinging cunt when she squatted down. Roger had his finger up her ass as far as it would go, and he was wiggling it around inside to give both of them an extra massage as they fucked.
Alice felt as if she were fucking right along with them, now that she and the horny teenager had pressed their cunts together just as tightly as they possibly could and were rocking from side to side and up and down against each other. Amy squeezed and stroked her tits eagerly. It was hard for Alice to believe that the young girl was getting as much pleasure from fondling her tits as she was from feeling Amy's deliciously firm and big-nippled tit-globes, but that seemed to be the case.
"Fuck me harder, Mom!" Amy grunted. "Get in there real tight and fuck it!"
While she struggled to comply and fill the girl's deep need and her own, she heard the toilet-lid clattering and the louder, faster slap ping of Jane's ass against Roger's thighs as they began fucking like a runaway machine. Jane's cunt squelched and squished like a runner in a swamp as her brother pumped his prick into it, and then it farted as a trapped air-pocket was scooped out of its depths. Both of them were too wrapped up in their fucking even to giggle at this.
But then Alice forgot all about them as Amy's masterful clit-fucking finally flung her off the edge of the world and into a space where stars were exploding, one after another, each explosion a wave of pleasure that flooded up from her cunt to wash her away.
Chapter 8
Jane Youngblood had no objection to fucking her Daddy. Far from it. Ever since watching that first movie about incest with Roger, almost all she could think about was how much she wanted her father to fill her up with his big prick and fuck the piss out of her.
Maybe that movie hadn't really started it. Maybe it had just unlocked the urge she'd always felt, but hadn't dared think about directly. Seeing another girl fucking her father, even though they were really just actors and probably weren't even related, had allowed her to think about the unthinkable.
She had tried not to seem too eager when Mom suggested the idea. If Jane let on how much she really wanted it, Mom might think up some reason not to. You never knew with her.
Even more than she wanted to fuck her father, she wanted to blow him. She had never gotten over his horrified reaction that first time. It was like she'd done something so wicked that she could never be forgiven for it. After that traumatic scene, her once-loving Daddy could hardly bear to be in the same room with her. She wanted to suck his cock again, but this time she wanted him to assure her that there was nothing wrong with it, to take her in his arms and call her his little lambchop again.
But now that the appointed time for the seduction approached, she began to panic. What if she went down on him and he reacted exactly the same way? That possibility was too horrible to think about.
She went to the mirror and checked her outfit one more time. Mom had suggested she wear her hair in braids, like the fatherfucking daughter in the most recent incest film they'd all seen. Seeing Jane's hair like that, Mom reasoned, might trigger a subconscious connection in Daddy's mind and get him thinking along sexy lines. It might also remind him of the past, Jane thought, and she had put on a frilly pink and white dress with a bow in the back that was really much too young for her but that still fit her. The outfit was completed with white cotton stockings that reached to mid-thigh and black patent-leather pumps. To make things as easy as possible for Daddy, she wore no underwear. Looking in the mirror now, she realized that her little-girl masquerade was almost too perfect. She had come to think of herself as a grown-up young woman, and it was disheartening to realize she still looked like such a kid.
Mom had planned the seduction like a military operation, and they had all begun calling it "Operation Lot" in honor of Amy's Biblical scholarship. Daddy had called to say he would be home around nine, and Mom had told him that she was taking the kids to a movie and would leave him a cold supper in the icebox. If she told him Jane was home alone, he might not show up; ever since that horrible time when he'd stopped being her loving Daddy, he'd avoided being alone with her.
Mom had mixed a pitcher of extra-strong martinis and told Jane to move in for the kill after he drank the third one. That would be enough to loosen him up and get him feeling sexy, but if he had more, he would probably blame the liquor in the morning and say he'd been too drunk to know what he was doing. Jane wondered if Lot's daughters had made such precise calculations. She'd looked up the story in the Bible, but it hadn't provided many details.
She jumped a foot when his key suddenly rattled in the front door lock, and he seemed every bit as startled when he opened the door and found her standing before him.
"Jane! What are you doing here?"
"I live here, you silly," she said, flashing him her cutest ,smile and taking his briefcase. She also took his hand and led him in, half-afraid that he would run.
"I mean, I thought you were going to the movies."
"I decided not to. It was a dumb movie."
In the well-lighted living room, he studied her oddly. "What are you all dressed up for?"
"Dinner with my Daddy. That's a pretty big thing. It seems like we're never alone together anymore."
"That's not true." When he tried to take his hand away, she reluctantly let him. He went to the center of the room, stroking his jaw thoughtfully as if trying to plan an escape. "You look different."
"Different?" Jane looked down at. the dress with its silly pink sash as if noticing for the first time that she had it on.
"Yeah, well, I guess it's because your eyes aren't made up like a raccoon. It's a big improvement." As part of the charade, Jane wore only a touch of pink lipstick. He startled her by adding, "You look real pretty, honey."
"I'll get you a drink, Daddy."
"Yeah-no, wait, I don't think I want one."
"Oh, go on. You always have a drink after work. And I made them special."
Not waiting for an argument, she dashed to the kitchen and extracted a frosty glass from the freezer. She poured a drink from the pitcher in the icebox and added an olive with a plastic toothpick. Her pink fingers trembled as she did it. She would have felt just like a little girl playing house, except that this was desperately serious business.
"Oh, all right," he said grudgingly when she handed him the glass. He added, "Thanks."
He tossed off the drink in two swallows, then stared at the glass. "You made that, huh? Pretty good."
"I'll get another," she said, taking the glass and making another run for the kitchen.
"I don't know," he said when she returned, but he took the second drink.
"Sit down here in your favorite chair and relax, Daddy. You look tired."
"Yeah, tough day."
He look startled when she knelt at his feet and unlaced his shoes. She beamed at him with pure delight as she removed them, and he returned a wary, puzzled smile. He sipped at his drink as she massaged his feet.
"Why the royal treatment?"
"Because I love you," she said.
Although it was jumping ahead of their careful schedule, she couldn't resist the overpowering impulse to climb into his lap. His angular face went as rigid as if he'd been shot.
Through tight lips he said huskily, "Hey, you're kind of big for that stuff nowadays, Janie. You're pretty heavy."
Despite his words, he thrilled her again by calling her "Janie," another pet name long lapsed. And though she knew damned well her weight had nothing to do with his objection, she stroked his chest and murmured against it.
"But you're so big and strong, Daddy. And I like so much to be close to you, but we never are anymore. You never even hug me or kiss me anymore."
"Oh, that's just not true," he said with an attempt at a laugh.
He patted her shoulder and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. He left his arm around her shoulders and squeezed a little as he sipped his martini. Although he was only sipping this one, he was doing it pretty steadily, and the level in the glass was going down. Jane felt his hard cock pressing her ass, and she was just dying to feel it or even rub her ass against it, but she didn't dare make those moves until he'd had three. Mom had been very explicit on that point.
"Hah!" he exhaled, smacking his lips. "I guess I needed that after all. Now, what's for sup - "
"You probably need another, then," Jane said, and raced to the kitchen before he had time to refuse.
"I guess I could stand one more," he said, smiling broadly up at her. When she didn't resume her place in his lap immediately, he encircled her waist and pulled her right down. After drinking from the third glass he said, "So I don't kiss you anymore, huh? I guess we better make up for that."
He kissed her on the cheek again, and then on her throat. Not being too aggressive about it, she turned her head so that her mouth was available if he wanted it. He did. It wasn't a deliberately sexy kiss, they didn't open their mouths, but it was a long one, and Jane's head swam. She writhed slightly as if merely adjusting her position, but she rubbed his hard cock thoroughly with her ass.
He drank again and said, "Now is that enough kissing? Have we solved that little problem?"
"Just once more," she whispered, putting her arms around his neck. This time she opened her mouth and touched his lips with her tongue. After a moment's hesitation, he responded, slithering his tongue against hers. One of his hands came to rest on her bare thigh just above her white stocking, and he squeezed it rhythmically. Then he suddenly pulled back.
"No, Janie, it's not right. We mustn't kiss each other like that." He seemed to have forgotten that his hand still rested on her thigh, a little bit higher now.
"Doesn't it feel good?"
He laughed. "Too damned good, that's the problem. You shouldn't kiss your father like that."
She rested her hand on his, wishing it higher but not daring to push it yet. Then he suddenly removed it, shattering her hopes. Having apparently seized on a distraction, he struggled to rise, but she refused to cooperate.
"Hey, I've got something you'll want to see. A new video-camera. It's out in the car."
"I don't want to see any dumb old camera," she said, wiggling more firmly against his trapped prick as he finished off the last of three drinks. She reflected that it was like a magic potion in a fairy tale, and that Mom was the old witch who had concocted it. "What do you want a camera for?"
She suspected the reason, of course: Mom had told her that Daddy would like to see pictures of her fucking another man, probably Roger. Maybe he hadn't specifically bought it for that purpose, but he seemed to be drifting in the direction where they wanted him to drift.
"To take pictures of you, mostly," he said. "While you're still your Daddy's little girl. Pretty soon you'll be all grown up and won't be my little lambchop - "
"Oh, Daddy!" she shrieked, and she kissed him even more passionately then before. He clutched her thigh even higher, but he just wouldn't move it the last couple of inches to her cunt. She desperately wished he would, so that he would feel what a scalding bath of pussy-juice it had become.
She took the big jump now and reached beneath her ass to squeeze his cock with her hand. His only reaction was to kiss her even more passionately. She began feeling his prick through his pants.
"Hey, what was that kiss for?" he asked. He seemed a little confused. Just as he used to do, he now took her hand and pulled it away from his cock without saying a word about it, as if it hadn't happened.
"You called me lambchop! You haven't called me that since that time I blew you."
She wondered if she hadn't made a mistake by speaking so bluntly. She was appalled by his reaction. His face crumpled. His body sagged beneath her.
"My God!" he groaned, looking away. "I was sure - I hoped you'd forgotten about that. I'm sorry, Jane, I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Daddy, what's the big deal? You asked me for a blowjob, and I gave you one. I wanted to do it. I loved it, I thought it was great. What I can't forgive ..." she cursed her voice for shaking, her eyes for stinging, "is the way you punished me by pushing me out of your life."
"Oh, Janie - honey," he said, kissing the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. "You did nothing wrong. I wasn't punishing you. I was trying to protect you from my own evil, perverted feelings ..."
"Daddy, I love you, and if you have evil, perverted feelings, I don't want to be protected from them. Don't you understand? I want you, my daddy, whatever you are, and I'll do anything you want for you. Anything!"
A dizzying variety of emotions struggled for supremacy on his face, but lust won out. He kissed her again as if he was trying to eat her. He pushed his hand all the way to her cunt and began fingering it firmly.
"Jesus, Janie, you're hotter than I am," he muttered, pulling his slimy fingers away and sniffing them. "We better do something about this. Take off your dress."
Shivering with glee, unable to supress her happy laughter, she jumped off his knee to stand before him and peel her dress up over her head.
"Don't you have any hair on your cunt yet?" he asked, seeming a little rattled.
"I shaved it so I can still be Daddy's little girl," she said, striking a provocative pose in her cotton stockings and patent leather shoes, her pigtails and pink lipstick and bald pussy.
"God, just wait'll I get my tongue in there!" he said hoarsely, reaching out to grip her bare ass and pull her forward to his already open mouth.
"You will, honest - your tongue and your cock and anything else you want in there, but I have to blow you first. And I swear, if you act guilty, I don't want you saying your prayers when you ought to be eating my pussy. Agreed? Pull your pants down, Daddy, and spread your legs wide, just like that first time, so I can see your great big cock and balls and - yummy!"
She felt her first touch of disappointment in this wonderful interlude when she saw that his cock wasn't nearly so big as she remembered. Dumb old Roger had a bigger prick than her Daddy did, even though she remembered it as enormous. It was stiff though, and hard as a steel spring, and it tasted just great when she dropped to her knees and sucked it into her mouth.
She knew that Amy and Mom made a big production out of a blowjob, teasing Roger mercilessly with little licks and kisses before getting down to serious sucking, and she supposed Daddy would like that, but she wanted to get right to the heart of the matter and suck him off. She wanted to see how he would react. And the sooner she finished blowing him, the sooner she would get his tongue inside her itching pussy.
She tickled his balls with the fingers of one hand, using the other as a mouth-guard around his prick to keep him from going too far. Daddy was so excited she was afraid he would cram it right down her throat if she didn't take this precaution. His ass bucked and writhed on his favorite chair as he bounced up and down to fuck her in the mouth.
"Oh, Janie, oh, lambchop, you're the best cocksucker that ever was! It was terrible, having to give that up, I would have been after you to blow me seven times a day if I'd given in to my real feelings. You looked so sweet sucking my prick, like it was your favorite flavor lollipop. You still do, you're still my little lamb-chop. You're the prettiest little girl that ever was, the best cocksucker, you have the prettiest cunt and tits and asshole ... I wanted to fuck you in the asshole, too, that time, I didn't want to bust your cherry. Can I do that to you, lamb-chop?"
Much as Jane disliked the idea of ass-fucking, he could have gotten her to walk through fire when he addressed her so lovingly, and in those terms. She nodded eagerly, and she really was eager to have him do anything he wanted at all.
Her experience with Roger had taught her that a man who was wildly horny pumped out his cum harder and more copiously than one who was less aroused. By that standard, Daddy had been ready to burst with lust. She got a flood of jism, just as she had the first time, and it stung the back of her throat with its violent ejaculation.
He sank back in his chair as if exhausted, and she eyed him closely, dreading a repetition of the scene that had traumatized her so deeply. But he only smiled and sighed, and she smiled in return as she rose to her feet and spread her pumps wide, fingering her pretty pink cunt before his greedy eyes.
"Come on, now, Daddy. Eat my pussy, like a good Daddy."
He needed no second invitation. Springing forward, he gripped her springy little ass cheeks again and pulled her cunt to his mouth like a man dying of thirst. Her public bone banged his nose a little painfully, but she didn't mind and neither did he as he slipped his tongue into her hot hole and lashed it around like a fleshy propeller. He clutched and kneaded her ass, digging his fingers into her ass crease, pinching and squeezing as if he were gloating over the most precious treasure on earth.
Jane shifted from one foot to the other to rub her cunt against her horny father's face, bucking against him in uncontrollable little shivers as he fingered her asshole and her cunt-hole and licked her clit. He was by no means the best cunt-eater-Mom and Amy both were light years ahead of him in technique - but he was by far the most eager, and she realized that his hunger more than made up for his lack of skill. He was getting her off as she'd never gotten off before. Not even fucking her brother could stir her like being eaten by her father.
She gripped his hair in her excitement, pulling him in harder against her burning cunt, but he didn't object as he continued to scoop out the hot juice with his tongue and swallow it down. His hand shifted to one of her hard nipples, and the electrifying touch was all she needed to get off completely. She twisted away, unable to bear another touch of her super-sensitized cunt, but she liked the way he continued to kiss her ass as if trying to memorize every inch of its surface with his mouth.
At last she sank to the floor before him, stretching out in a sexy pose. She was thrilled by the way his greedy eyes burned their way up and down her body.
His cock was fully hard again, but he disappointed her by reaching for his pants. She grabbed them and flung them away, giggling.
"You're not getting off that easy. Don't you want to fuck me, Daddy?" She spoke with a little-girlish pout, and the words stiffened his prick even more.
"That's pretty obvious, isn't it?" He sank to the floor beside her, pulling off his shirt and tie. "But we better hurry. Mom and Roger will be coming in soon."
"Not for an hour yet. And anyway, what's the difference? Roger's probably fucking Mom at this minute."
He looked shocked by this thought. Mom had advised her not to tell him what was going on in the Youngblood household, but she couldn't resist teasing him a bit with the truth.
Despite his rather horrified reaction, he said wryly, "I wouldn't put it past them. How about getting me another drink?"
"No," she said firmly. =`I don't want you blaming this on liquor in the morning. You're sober now, right? You know what you're doing and you want it as much as I do. Tell me that."
"You sound just like your mother," he said, and she reflected that wasn't surprising: she was echoing Mom's words. "But you're probably right. I want this with all my heart. It's all I've ever wanted."
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried, hugging him and wrapping her thighs around him as she kissed him eagerly. Without conscious design, as if the two organs had a magnetism of their own, his cock slipped into her ready cunt.
Jane lay on top, and now she sat upright to get a good look at the sight she'd been dying to see for years. Only the thick stub of her Daddy's cock protruded from her tight cunt-lips, but she raised herself to see all of its gleaming length, until only the very tip of his red prick knob was inside her pussy. Then, relishing the sight of it almost as much as the feeling, she sank down and made her father's prick disappear.
"I just love to watch myself fucking, don't you? Can we take pictures of us with your new video-camera?"
He seemed disturbed. Ignoring her question, he said, "Do you fuck a lot?"
"No more than any girl my age. Not much more, anyway," she giggled. "You aren't jealous, are you? Fucking you is so special that it's just not the same thing. There ought to be a special word for it."
"There is: incest," he said with a touch of bitterness. "No, I'm not jealous, exactly. I guess I was thinking like a father."
Jane was hardly thinking at all as she continued to watch her cunt hiding and revealing his cock, gleaming red in its glistening coat of pussy-juice. It looked so tasty that she wished she could suck it, but she couldn't have taken it from her cunt now if her life depended on it. She knew how exciting that would be, sucking one man and fucking another, as they did all the time in those porno flicks. She hoped that Daddy would soon come around to the idea of joining an orgy with Roger and Mom.
Soon even the thrill of watching faded, and her sense of touch took over until it felt as if her whole body were one big cunt, without sight or hearing, with no function but to fuck and fuck, and keep on fucking.
Chapter 9
Alice Youngblood was wearing her fucking-outfit, with one small addition: a bracelet of braided cunt-hair on her slender right wrist. It gave her a wicked little thrill to wear it at some mundane place like the supermarket, or to flash it at some ordinary person like Mary Wiggins, knowing that they could never in a million years guess its significance. Not even Bruce, who was about to load the VCR as she entered the bedroom, had noticed.
She had given Bruce plenty of opportunities to fuck his daughter during the past week, and he had seized all of them, according to Jane' - but he still hadn't told Alice what was going on. He looked guilty as sin, though. She had decided to stop waiting for him to tell her and to seize the initiative herself.
"Wait, Bruce. I've got a special one."
"A tape, huh?"
"This one will really turn you on," she said, loading the deck as he settled back on the bed and prepared to be entertained.
She noted that his cock was limp. Jane had kept it that way for a week, fucking the stuffing out of him, and she would have felt a little jealous if she hadn't had Roger and Amy to satisfy her appetite.
"It's black and white," he said, disappointed; and then, shocked, "It's you!"
He glanced wildly from the screen to Alice and back again as if to verify this truth. The first shot was a tight closeup of Alice sucking a cock. She looked coyly at the camera as she slipped the big prick in and out of her puckered lips. The camera drew back slowly to reveal that she was wearing only black stockings, garter belt and spike-heeled shoes, as she was now. The face of the man lying on the bed - the very bed they lay on now - was not visible.
As soon as Bruce's shock subsided, his prick rose. A little smiled flickered on his lips as he watched the hot action on the screen.
"I love this," Bruce said, stroking his way up to her cunt and fingering it. "Who's the guy?
Alice didn't need to answer, for Roger's face was revealed as he positioned himself to eat his mother's cunt. Bruce's face froze. But then as Roger's tongue slipped inside the pussy on the screen, Bruce's finger entered the real one and began stirring its juices.
"Roger the motherfucker," he snorted.
"Mothersucker, darling. The fucking comes later. Do you want me to suck you off while you watch me doing it to Roger?"
"Yeah," he agreed eagerly.
Alice had watched the tape before, but she couldn't get enough of it, so she positioned herself so that she could watch between Bruce's feet as she sucked his cock. She duplicated all the licking and kissing and sucking he saw on the screen, while he continued to fingerfuck her.
"Oh, that's good! Christ, that's good," he groaned, and she knew he wasn't talking about the tape as she slurped his super-hard cock. But the tape had excited him so much that she found herself with a mouthful of hot cum in less than a minute. She ignored the screen for a moment to suck for more as she pumped his prick with her hand.
"What's this, a new fad?" he asked when Amy Sheldon joined the action a little later. He referred to her shaven cunt, which Alice was eating while Bruce fucked her from behind.
"What, dear?"
"Plucked beavers. First - " he caught himself just as he was about to say Jane's name, "you and now Amy. Hey, I don't know if it's such a good idea to have her in on this. What if she told somebody you were fucking your son?"
"Then I'd tell them she was eating my cunt," Alice giggled, for that was what Amy was doing; she and Alice were playing sixty-nine while Roger fucked Alice in the asshole. "Don't worry, she's a good kid."
"How good?" Bruce mused as he watched Amy avidly. The sight of her had stiffened his prick again, and Alice had to admit the youthful Amazon looked good enough to eat. She was delighted to find that she wasn't the least bit jealous of Bruce's interest.
"I bet you'd like to find out for yourself," she said.
"Do you think she'd put out for me?"
Alice giggled and grabbed his cock. "You have the only requirement she demands, I think. She used to think she was a lesbian, but since she's discovered fucking, she can't get her fill of it. You'd be taking some pressure off poor Roger."
"'Poor Roger' looks like he's doing okay for himself," Bruce said a bit sourly. As clearly as any cum-shot could have, Roger's twisted face and frantic thrusting revealed that he was hosing cream up his mother's ass. And a closeup of his cock slipping out now showed all the jism leaking from Alice's asshole.
The tape came to an end, and Bruce got up to rummage in the back of the closet. He said, "Now I've got one I want to show you. Jesus! I never dreamed I'd be showing you this one, but..."
"Whatever can it be?" Alice asked, putting on her most innocent, wide-eyed expression as Bruce came out of the closet.
The first shot showed Jane from the back, squatting on her father's prick as he lay on the bed. She, too, had her own "fucking-outfit" to appeal to Bruce's fetishism: her schoolgirl shoes and white cotton stockings. Tossing her braids, she looked over her shoulder and grinned wickedly at the camera while her hot cunt pumped up and down on her father's cock.
"Why, that's Jane!" Alice cried in mock surprise. "And Bruce, I can't see your face, brat I'd swear on a stack of Bibles that that's your cock."
"I'll turn it off if it upsets you. I didn't think it would - "
"Don't you dare! I love it. Why, you dirty old daughterfucker! Who were you going to show this to, by the way, the boys at the firehouse?"
Bruce gave an embarrassed laugh. "Nobody, of course. But Jane is crazy about watching herself fucking, and she insisted I make it."
The fact was that Alice had already seen the tape, thanks to Jane, but she didn't want Bruce to know that. She pretended surprise at all the right moments, but she didn't feign the excitement she felt at watching her husband fuck their daughter.
It hadn't yet occurred to Bruce, apparently, that someone must have been operating the camera for Alice's tape, panning and zooming to get all the juiciest shots. He and Jane had left the camera in a fixed position for their tape, and it was much cruder. Sometimes, Bruce and Jane left the frame as they changed position. Their acting wasn't as good, either, Alice thought. They went through a series of positions rather mechanically, as if it were an instructional film on how to fuck. Jane was a real ham, too, pouting and smirking and strutting for the camera, eager to spread her legs and show her pussy to the lens. Bruce looked as embarrassed on the tape as he did now.
"We can't all be Cecil B. DeMille," Bruce said, as the camera now showed only his and Jane's feet. "Hey! How did you get all those good shots, those closeups and everything? Somebody must have been working the camera. Who?"
Alice giggled. "Whom do you suppose?"
"I don't know. The mailman? Mary Wiggins? "
"Little Miss Muffet, there, is more talented behind the camera than she is in front of it," Alice said, gesturing at Jane, who was winking and smirking at them from the screen as she sucked her father's cock.
"My God!" Bruce seemed genuinely appalled by this little surprise. Staring at the screen, he said nothing more.
Jane now pulled Bruce's cock from her mouth and pumped it with her hand until it shot off in her face. She closed her eyes against the jets of cum and grinned at the screen, her face running with her father's jism.
"I thought you didn't like cum-shots." Alice said.
"Jane does," he grumbled.
Alice noted with surprise that Bruce's cock had gone limp, almost as if his taped orgasm had been a real one. His face looked troubled.
"What's wrong, Bruce?"
"I just don't know how to handle all this," he said with a sigh. "Knowing that Jane knows you're fucking Roger, that she even watched.
"Christ almighty! Are you actually sitting there and accusing me of corrupting Jane?" Alice was quite angry. "Of spoiling your sweet little daughter's innocence? Who was it that got her to give him a blowjob when she was only - "
"She told you about that?" She wouldn't have believed it possible, but her husband blushed like a schoolboy caught jacking off.
"Oh, shit!" Her anger faded as distress overcame her. "Please don't tell her I let on. See, I was wondering if I could get you in bed with Jane, and she only told me that story to make me see that it might not be as hard as I thought."
"Why did you want me to fuck Jane?"
She giggled. "So you couldn't be mad at me if you discovered I was fucking Roger."
"Good Lord. This is ... sick. So the only reason Jane came on to me - "
"Of course not! Bruce, your daughter loves you with all her heart," she said, although she knew that a large piece of Jane's heart was reserved for Jane. "She wanted to fuck you more than anything. She would have loved to give you all the blowjobs you wanted after that first one, and she was all broken up when you rejected her. Do you honestly think I could tell her, `Jane, go and fuck your father like a good girl,' and she would do it? She was just itching for your cock."
"And I guess she told you that I scratched that itch," he said sourly. His question needed no answer. He said, "I feel ... I don't know how I feel."
"Left out?" Alice suggested.
"Yeah." She was greatly relieved when he laughed. She had feared he was on the verge of wringing his hands and preaching a sermon. His Yankee conscience had nearly ruined Jane's life; she wasn't going to let it spoil her own fun.
"I know what would make you feel better: one of Amy Sheldon's super-hot fucks." Amy had all but moved in with the Youngbloods, ostensibly with Roger, and she was now believed to be in his room. "I'll even lend her one of my spare fucking-outfits, unless you see her in something else - her basketball shirt and sneakers, maybe?"
These words gave Bruce an instant erection, and Alice leaned down to give it a good sucking in the hope of keeping it up.
"That girl has a tongue you wouldn't believe. She and I could take turns giving you a blow-job. How does that grab you, stud?"
"Or you and her and Jane ..."
"Whatever you want. Anything!"
"Why don't we get Amy, for openers. You really don't mind if I fuck her?"
"Absolutely not. It surprises me to say it, but it's true. I'd love to watch you two fucking."
He followed her to Roger's room, hanging back. But when she knocked and entered, she found Roger alone in bed reading a horror thriller.
"God, Roger, you'll rot your mind with that trash. Where's Amy?"
"Her and Jane are having Dyke Night. Amy says she's afraid she's losing her sexual identity." He tossed the book aside and pulled his mother down to the bed, obviously pleased with her sexy getup. "I thought dad was home - "
"He is," Bruce said as he entered, and Roger's hand froze on his mother's bare tit. "I was hoping to fuck Amy - if that's okay with you, Roger, I mean."
"Sure, Dad, of course, anytime," Roger babbled, terrified and confused.
"But why don't we both give your mom a treat, instead?"
Roger laughed, pleased but still embarrassed. "You mean, we'll take turns fucking mom?"
"Any way she wants it," Bruce said, sitting on the bed and rumpling his son's hair.
Alice thought of something she'd really like to see, but knowing her husband, she didn't dare suggest it. Not yet, anyway. She flipped down the covers. Scared or embarrassed though he might be, her son's cock was stiff as a flagpole. Her mouth watered at the sight of his tanned, muscular body, glinting with blond hairs and perfected by the red jut of his throbbing prick. She saw that Bruce's cock was still hard too, and she took one in each hand and fondled them, shivering with glee.
"Roger ... are you fucking Jane?"
All of Alice's inner alarm-bells clanged. She had dreaded this question. Bruce would surely find out, but how would he handle it? She dreaded even more how Roger would handle the question.
"Yeah," he mumbled, averting his eyes.
"Don't worry, Son, I won't condemn you. I'm in no position to condemn anybody for anything." He laughed bitterly. "How long has this been going on?"
Roger giggled. "The first time I heard the word fuck, I said to myself, `Shit, so that's what me and sis have been doin' all this time!' "
Alice found that she could breathe again when Bruce laughed heartily. She bent over and gave his cock a few quick pumps with her lips, then did the same for Roger.
"That dirty little slut," Bruce said, but his voice throbbed with admiration. "Is it just you, or will she fuck anything in pants?"
"Oh, no, it's not like she's a whore or anything. Just me. And mom and Amy, of course."
Alice was intensely relieved when he stopped there. The kid wasn't as dumb as he looked.
Then Bruce confessed: "And me. I started fucking your sister that night you and mom went to the movies. But before that, she gave me a blowjob when she was only - "
"Gee, Dad! Fucking you, cured her. It used to be that she couldn't suck my cock to save her life, but now she blows like a fiend."
"Your mom says Amy gives terrific head. Who do you think is best?"
"You can answer honestly, dear. I won't hold it against you," Alice said, but she tried to rig the election by going down on Roger and giving him a long, loving suck with plenty of tongue-action.
"Mom does," Roger gasped. "And I'm not just saying that because she's sucking my cock, honest. She throws a blowjob the way what's-his-name, that Italian guy, painted pictures."
"That's true," Bruce said judiciously, slipping his hand beneath Alice's ass to give her hot, slick cunt a good feel. "She's a master of technique. And I hope you won't hold this against me, either, dear, but I prefer Jane's cocksucking. Something about the sight of that cute little face working so earnestly on my prick ..."
"That's your Shirley Temple fixation," Alice grumbled, coming up for air.
"Jane's great, no question, but she works a little too fast," Roger said. He paused to suck one of her tits into his mouth and give it a good licking. Alice noted that Bruce smiled as he watched closely, still fondling her wet pussy. "Mom takes her time, makes a big production out of it. Amy's big talent is the actual sucking. Christ! It's like getting caught in a vacuum-cleaner. One of these days, my asshole is going to wind up at the end of my cock, the way Amy Sheldon sucks. She treats a cock like the handle of a slot-machine, and she wants you to rub her clit like you were waxing a car. That's great, sometimes, but sometimes it gets on your nerves a little. She's a dynamite fuck, too. Her cunt's got all these extra little ripples and wiggles in it. She's a little rough at times, but I'd say she's the best fucker. Sorry, Mom."
Alice was annoyed by this, but she was pleased by the way Bruce's cock quivered in response. She gave him the same sort of sucking she'd given Roger. His cock tasted riper than her son's, having been inside her cunt earlier, and the taste delighted her.
"I think she's ready for it, Son," Bruce said. "Lie back and let your mother get on top. I want to watch."
"I don't know. If Roger thinks I'm such a lousy lay - "
"I didn't say that, Mom!" he protested.
She giggled, unable to tease him anymore, and did just as Bruce directed. She gasped as she felt her wet cunt fitting itself down around her son's hard cock. He teased her hard nipples while Bruce spread the cheeks of her ass for a better view.
"It's always reminded me of a spade, you know, in a deck of playing cards," Bruce said.
"What does?" Alice asked.
"A cock going up into a cunt, with the two ass-cheeks above it."
"That's funny. I always thought the head of your cock, viewed from the bottom, looked like a heart," Alice said.
Roger surprised her with the insight, "And a cunt looks kind of like a diamond."
"Cards! You're nothing but cards!" Jane cried from the doorway, quoting her lookalike from the children's story, and giggled wildly. "Fuck her up the ass, Daddy, while Roger's fucking her. That's what I want to see."
"Oh, I don't know - " Alice began.
"That's what I was planning to do, lamb-chop. But come here and get your daddy's prick good and wet, first."
"Can I help?"
"Hello, Amy. The more spit, the better."
"A little cunt-juice might help," Amy suggested.
"Whatever you think best," Bruce said.
Rising and falling rhythmically on the stiff pole in her cunt, Alice twisted her neck to watch. Jane went down on her father with all the earnest dedication he had praised, sucking it just as deeply as she could into her cute little pucker. Gasping, Bruce had to push her off before she could suck him to orgasm, as she so obviously wanted to do.
But just as he had gotten his second wind, Amy sat right down in his lap, facing front.
"Oh, Christ!" Bruce cried fervently, obviously sharing his son's enthusiasm for Amy's cunt, and Alice was a bit miffed.
"That wet enough for you?" Amy giggled. "I don't know what it is tonight, Jane just can't make me come. I just get hotter and wetter and hotter and - " She spoke in time to her thrusts as she jammed her ass up and down in Bruce's lap, making the bedsprings scream a far wilder tune than Alice was generating as she slipped slowly up and down on Roger's prick.
"All this fucking!" Jane cried, jumping up and down with excitement. "It's wonderful! I could watch a hundred people fucking - a thousand people!"
She impulsively sprang onto the bed behind Alice, cupping her tits and leaning forward to kiss her mouth. "Thanks, Mom," she said. "You're really great."
Behind her, Amy howled and screamed with completion while Bruce grunted, and cock and cunt popped wetly together like a defective pump.
"I really think she's stopped being a lesbian," Jane whispered in Alice's ear. "You eat her, Mom, and see if you can get her back on track. You're the best."
Then Jane cried, "Oh, Daddy, you're still hard! Let me suck you off."
"No, lambchop, I'd love you to, but this one goes up your mom's ass."
"Don't hurt her!" Jane protested, voicing Alice's own thought.
"Of course I won't. I just want to see if it works. Ever since I saw that movie ..."
That was Alice's own thought, too. Scared as she was, she wanted to try it. She'd been afraid of ass-fucking, she told herself, and that had proved to be a breeze. And Bruce had easily fitted his cock into her ass and his thumb into her cunt. Besides, Bruce's cock was smaller than Roger's, just as her asshole was smaller than her cunt. If it would ever work, it would work this way.
"Remember, like you're taking a shit," Amy said, trying to be helpful.
"I know, I know! But I never shit while I'm fucking."
"Sometimes I get carried away and piss," Jane giggled. "Roger hates that."
Bruce thrust forward inexorably, squeezing his steely-hard cock inside her asshole before she had time to decide if it were possible or if she really wanted it at all. She felt as if her husband and her son might split her up the middle when they both went in so deep that their balls pressed together, but it didn't happen, and she realized that the worst was over.
But it was idiotic to think of "the worst" in this context, because this was the best of everything she'd ever wanted - to have her husband's cock up her ass and her son's cock up her cunt. They fucked at different tempos, so that sometimes one cock was deep inside her while the other was all the way out, and sometimes both were jammed just as far into her fuckholes as they could possibly go, but both were building up speed.
Alice rose from Roger's kiss to gasp for air and groan with lust and excitement, and Jane took the opportunity to suck one of her mother's nipples into her mouth. Amy began to work on her other tit, while Roger's busy hands roamed over the choice assortment of tits that ringed him.
The touch of the hot young tongues on her tits sent Alice into orbit, and she was immediately blasted into a higher one when Bruce's cock throbbed like an overtaxed heart and douched her asshole with a load of jism. As the excess cream trickled out over Roger's hairy balls, he shot an even bigger and hotter load into his mother's cunt, and her cum-smeared cunt and asshole throbbed with the mighty beats of a mind-blowing climax.
Chapter 10
After their first orgy, Bruce's puritan conscience began working overtime. Alice could see it. He was shaken and subdued, and Jane's off-hand remarks about their incestuous liaisons made him wince. Alice couldn't induce him to watch a dirty movie the next night, nor could she tempt him into fucking her. She wanted to join the others, but she decided it would be a bad idea to leave her husband alone in his mood, so she lay awake, horny and frustrated, while Roger and Amy and Jane balled exuberantly in her son's room.
She was relieved the next day when Bruce broke down and fucked Amy. But even though he agreed she was a dynamite lay, he still seemed troubled. He rejected Jane's advances, hurting her feelings and giving Alice another source of worry.
Finally he spilled it all out in a long and turbulent family conference. What they were doing was wrong, Bruce said, and they had to stop. He would stop fucking Jane. Roger should quit fucking his mother and his sister. Amy Sheldon should go home and behave herself.
Nobody liked this plan, and they all said so. Amy boldly declared that Bruce ought to be the one to leave, since he was the only one who couldn't get with the program. Neither Alice nor Jane wanted this, and they were disturbed when Bruce gave it serious consideration.
Then Bruce suggested they seek professional guidance. Alice thought this was crazy. She wanted nothing to do with clergymen or psychologists, who would probably turn them in to the police. Amy surprised everyone by seconding Bruce enthusiastically. She even had the name of a family counselor her own parents had used, a Dr. Virginia Darden.
"Are you nuts?" Alice demanded when they found a chance to be alone in the kitchen together. "I don't want any outsiders poking their noses into this."
"Don't worry, this Dr. Darden is a very far-out lady. My mother and father went to her with some problem, and she solved it by balling both of them. She believes in doing your own thing, whatever it is. She advised them to join a swingers' club, and now they're always running off to orgies."
"Our own thing is pretty wild," Alice said.
"Mom, if a necrophiliac came to her for advise, she'd give him a lift to the cemetery. I've heard other stories about her."
"Your parents told you what she did?"
"No, of course not, they're not like you. But I overhear them talking about it. I really want to meet this doctor. My mother says she's the best cunt-eater she ever met."
So the Youngbloods and Amy decided to go to Dr. Darden for counseling. Alice still had her qualms. She couldn't believe that a professional counselor could possibly approve of what they were doing, and she was half-afraid the doctor would talk her around to Bruce's way of thinking.
When she saw her, Alice was struck by some hint of familiarity in the cool, long-legged brunette, but she was sure she'd never met her. Her eyes were like butane trapped in ice, and they made a delicious contrast with her coal black hair and rosy complexion.
"Amy Sheldon," she said, looking at the card they'd filled out. "Aren't you Jack and Joan Sheldon's daughter? You take after your mother."
Amy returned the therapist's little smile eagerly, while Alice explained, "She's like one of our family, though."
"You could say she's Roger's fiancee," Bruce said.
"No way!" Roger and Amy both said.
"They're more like brother and sister," Jane giggled, and Bruce shot her a stern look.
"Well, you come in first, Mrs. Youngblood. There are plenty of books and magazines here that may amuse the rest of you."
As they went to the inner office, Alice happened to glance at the magazines on the table and was surprised to notice that their covers all seemed to depict naked people, fucking and sucking in all sorts of combinations. It looked as if Amy might have been right.
"Don't I know you?" Alice asked when they were alone.
The therapist studied her with a quizzical half smile for a moment. "I thought so, too, but it doesn't seem likely. I've spent most of my life in England."
Alice noticed her accent for the first time. It seemed impossible that she could ever have met such an elegant person and forgotten it.
"Do you want me to lie on the couch?"
"That's a splendid idea," Dr. Darden said, and she lay down there herself, patting the leather beside her.
Alice joined her, giggling, and was told: "I like to be on a relaxed and intimate basis with my patients. Just think of us as two school-chums lying in bed and telling each other our most intimate thoughts."
"I've been ... having relations with my son."
"Fucking him, you mean? Please use the plainest words possible, if you don't find them offensive. I want to know exactly what you're talking about."
"Fucking him, sucking him and taking it up the ass from him, Dr. - "
"Virginia, please. May I call you Alice?"
Alice noticed as the doctor turned to face her with a look of aroused interest that the frilly white blouse under her business-suit was actually only a dicky, and that she was naked beneath her jacket. One of her bare tits was almost fully exposed.
"You have lovely tits, Doc - Virginia."
"Oh?" She flipped up her dicky as if noticing them for the first time. "Do you think so? Alice, don't you think we'd be more comfortable if we were naked?"
"I don't know about comfortable, but I'd like that. Your methods are kind of unconventional, I've heard."
"So some of my patients are trying to prove," she sighed. "I ought to warn you, my ideas and methods are quite radical. Do you like to make it with other women?"
Virginia seemed able to strip out of her suit in nothing flat and was lying naked beside Alice before she even had her bra off. It was something of a novelty to see a fully-furred cunt again, and the sight tantalized Alice.
"That's part of the problem. I fuck my daughter, too, and Amy Sheldon. So does Roger. That's my son."
"I don't quite follow, Alice. What is the problem? You don't feel guilty about this, do you?"
"No - well, maybe a little. But it's mostly my husband, Bruce. He doesn't approve."
Even as she spoke, she heard a stricken cry from the waiting room and deduced that Bruce had discovered the nature of the books and magazines. She felt a surge of resentment toward him. He could be a real pain in the ass with his sanctimonious standards.
"Oh, dear. Your husband found you out?"
"He actually joined us. He started fucking our daughter, and then we arranged to draw him in on all the fun. But his conscience started bothering him, and now he wants to turn our home into a convent, with a vow of chastity for everybody. He was the one who started it all, you know. He brought home this pornographic movie - "
"Erotic," Virginia corrected.
"Whatever. This fuck-flick about a family who were all fucking each other. After that I began to fantasize about fucking Roger ... and I did it."
"Good for you. Erotic materials are splendid tools for opening up possibilities and releasing inhibitions, and - oh! What have you done to your pretty little cunt? "
Alice laughed and showed Virginia her bracelet, which was now the only thing she wore. "This is made from our cunt-hair, Jane's and Amy's and mine. Jane's cunt-hair was a turn-off to Roger for some reason, so he shaved it, and it looked like so much fun that Amy and I let him do it to us."
Alice made no objection when the other woman began stroking her cunt, and now Virginia said, "It looks so cute that way. It reminds me of when I was a little girl - "
Alice shot bolt upright and stared wildly at the doctor.
"I say, if you object to my feeling your pussy - "
"No! No, not at all. But you - Virginia - Ginnie? Ginnie Morrison?"
"My God. Alice? Not Alice Shaw?"
The two naked women embraced almost violently, laughing, and Alice found herself crying as well. Ginnie began fingering her wet cunt far more eagerly.
"Do you remember all the things we did when we were kids?"
"Oh, Ginnie, I remember all the things we didn't do! You were so much more daring than 1. I wouldn't let you eat my cunt, and I wouldn't eat yours - I was such a disgusting little prude, I'm surprised you didn't dump me. God! It's one of the greatest regrets of my life. Sometimes I play with my cunt and imagine you're going down on me."
"Well, you don't have to imagine anymore," Ginnie said, and she slithered around to slip her head between Alice's widespread thighs.
Alice tried to reciprocate by slipping her tongue into the tempting pussy just inches away, but Ginnie wounded her deeply by twisting her cunt out of reach.
"But, Ginnie, please! I want to eat you. I've dreamed - "
"No, Alice. You'll get your chance to eat me, never fear, but playing sixty-nine is like mixing your mashed potatoes in with your salad. Each pleasure, eating and being eaten, should be savored for all it's worth."
"If you say so," she sighed, lying back and giving herself up totally to the delightful probes and tickles of Ginnie's tongue.
The Ginnie of her fantasies wasn't this elegantly beautiful, grown-up lady who talked like a book, but it was definitely the same girl, who had always been bossy, and the thrill of her tongue on Alice's cunt was very bit as real and deep as she had known it would be.
She hoped it wouldn't be against Ginnie's rules to stroke her lovely ass while she was giving head, and Ginnie didn't object when Alice ran her hands over its deliciously taut curves. She even turned her cunt toward Alice, sliding her bare foot up her thigh to spread it wide for her inspection.
She remembered Ginnie's pussy as having only the wispiest golden down, and she wondered if she could acquire this black cunthair for her bracelet and see it much as it had looked in the old days. Even as it was, the sight of it was almost unbearably tempting. It reminded her of a beautiful conch-shell in its convolutions and coloring, shading from white to pink to a deeper and deeper red in her fuckhole. Eating Alice had aroused the other woman completely, and crystal juice trickled from her swollen pussylips as they blushed a darker pink. A shaft of sunlight struck diamonds of pussy-juice in the black tangles of her cunt-hair. Most of all, the warm, musky odor of hot cunt made Alice's mouth water, and she moaned and licked her lips in her frustration as she inhaled deep draughts of the moist fog.
Ginnie's pale brown asshole was by no means slack, but it certainly wasn't a tight rosebud like Jane's, and Alice guessed that her friend must have been taking cock up the ass for years. Of course she had. She'd been ready for anything in the old days, and she obviously hadn't changed a bit. Ginnie writhed away when Alice tried to touch her asshole; that would have to wait, too.
But Alice knew the wait wouldn't be long, for her old friend's tongue was skidding around her cunt like a pat of bubbling butter on a hot skillet, and her clit was like a tiny sausage on the same skillet, so hot and tight that it felt like it would burst at any second now.
"Oh, yes, Ginnie! God, yes! Suck my clit, suck it hard enough to hurt! Whip it with your tongue - yes, yes like that!"
Alice found herself screaming as skillet and butter and sausage burst in a flash of pure white light, and then it seemed as if her blood and her bones and her flesh were transformed into the same pure light as her heart slipped down to throb inside her glowing cunt.
"Christ, they must have heard!" Alice panted when the power of speech returned to her.
"So what? Let's call them in and have a party. I must say, that son of yours ..."
"I don't think Bruce would approve."
"If Bruce is as bad as you say he is, he probably left after looking through the materials in the waiting room. But as I said, erotic materials are wonderful for releasing inhibitions. Let's take a peek at them."
"Later," Alice said firmly, pulling Ginnie back down on the couch when she tried to rise. She couldn't bear to postpone licking her friend's cunt for another minute.
"It won't take much," Ginnie cautioned. "Eating your cunt was my dream, too, I could have killed you for refusing. But waiting all this time made it even more wonderful, and it got me so hot that - oh!"
Ginnie stopped talking as soon as Alice's tongue touched her cunt. She moistened her finger with pussy-juice and slipped it into the other's asshole as she spread her legs wide to give Alice free access to all the goodies in her crotch. Her finger went in easily, and Ginnie sighed with contentment when it was snug inside her hot asshole. At the same time, Alice slipped her thumb into Ginnie's cunt and massaged the membrane between the two fuckholes, while the brunette writhed and bucked against the probing fingers as if she were fucking.
"You're good, Alice, you're really good, you're getting me off. Now lick me, use your tongue! "
Alice flailed her hand faster, lashing Ginnie's hot pussy-juice to a spraying foam, fingerfucking her just as she had done in the good old days, but saving the forbidden pleasure until she could stand it no more. She sucked Ginnie's hard clit between her lips and the other went off like a bomb, howling and shrieking as her lithe, sweating body humped and bucked against Alice's.
"Oh, I wish it had lasted longer," Alice sighed.
"Not to worry, we'll do much, much more of it," Ginnie said. "I'm so glad to have found you again - but now for that family of yours!"
Flushed and sweaty, their cunts dripping with juice, the two naked women padded to the door of the waiting room, where Alice got the shock of her life. Amid a litter of discarded books and magazines, Roger and Array and Jane - and yes, even that prude, Bruce - were writhing naked in a daisy-chain, cocksucking and cunt-eating as if there were no tomorrow.
"As I told you, erotic materials release inhibitions," Ginnie laughed, going to fit herself into the chain between Roger, whose cock she sucked eagerly into her mouth, and Amy, whose mouth went just as greedily to her cunt.
Alice needed no such release to lie down and take Bruce's prick from their daughter, who grumbled a bit but who soon contented herself with her mother's cunt.