It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged by the complexities of modem everyday life. But sometimes these passions are exposed, and another scandal hits the headlines.
WHAT SHE GOT FOR MOTHER'S DAY is a dramatic representation of a family that dares to let its most base desires come to the fore. They are some of the few in our society who are willing to accept the consequences for allowing themselves to be completely liberated.
This novel is the startling story of a family who dares to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
Note: Chapters Ten through Twelve were left out of the original pocketbook.
CHAPTER ONE
It was Mother's Day Monday.
Most of the mothers in Elmville had gotten the usual gifts from their husbands and children-flowers, chocolates, breakfast in bed-the day before. But things were always a bit different in the Carlyle family. They liked to celebrate such occasions on weekdays-and the things that they gave each other were always more imaginative and exciting than the mundane exchanges of the average family.
Duncan Carlyle gave his wife a fuck.
And that was only for starters....
Duncan awoke first. Seeing that Cynthia was still asleep, he gently pulled the sheets down and, rising on one elbow, spent a few minutes admiring her naked body.
It was a spectacular body, to be sure. Her tits were full and firm and capped by rosy nipples that were always pert and taut. They seemed particularly stiff at the moment, and he wondered if she was having a naughty dream.
Her waist was narrow and her hips swept out in a lush curve, so that her gently rounded pelvis seemed to have been designed as a fucking platform.
Her legs were long and sleek and shapely, fashioned to hook around a man's haunches as she avidly took the cock up her smoldering cunt-hole.
Her cunt-mound was a tangled thicket of tawny curls spreading in a wide vee out of her crotch. Her thighs were slightly parted, and Duncan could see that her pussy was open and wet-as it most often was.
Her face, peaceful in repose, was lovely, with high cheekbones and a wide slash of a mouth. Her eyes, when they were open and she was aroused, were colored like a storm at sea, flashing hues of green and gray. Her shoulder length hair was streaked in shades of amber and bronze.
Duncan, a tall, handsome man blessed with a gigantic cock and balls, thought himself a lucky man to have such a gorgeous woman in his life.
She was promiscuous and cheated on him constantly.
But Duncan knew that and didn't mind at all, as long as she told him, in all the juicy details, about her affairs-and, especially, when he could watch.
After a while, he bent down and began to very gently suck her nipples, switching back and forth. They swelled up like pink gumdrops in his lips.
She murmured and smiled in her slumber.
If she hadn't been dreaming before, she sure as hell would be now, he figured.
He slid a hand down her smooth belly and cupped her cunt-mound, his palm on her curly bush and his fingers dipping down to stroke her cunt-gash and clit.
Her clit swelled and flared as if it were echoing the reactions of her nipples. Her cunt-slot opened wider and pearly trickles of cunt-juice poured out, lathering her crotch and seeping down into the crack of her ass.
Her eyes opened, fluttering.
"Ummmmm-nice," she purred.
"Happy Mother's Day, darling," her husband said, speaking on a fat tit-tip.
She stroked the back of his head as he continued to mouth her tits and finger her fuckhole. The aroma of heated pussy wafted from her crotch.
Cynthia groped down and felt his bloated balls, then folded her hand around his thick, stiff prick-stalk. But she didn't stroke up and down. There was no way she was going to risk making him cum in her fist.
He shifted up from her tits and kissed her on the lips. They swapped tongues and saliva, panting into each other's open mouth.
She had sucked him off the night before, and Duncan could still taste his cum on her lapper.
It turned him on-although not as much as it did when she came home with the residue of some other guy's jizz on her lips.
"Fuck me, honey," she whispered.
Cynthia never needed much foreplay. She was always ready to get fucked. Duncan rolled on top of her lush body, mounting her missionary style, taking his weight on his elbows and knees as her thighs clamped his hips.
She guided the head of his enormous prick into her pussy, rubbing it around in her juicy cunt-slot. She brushed it against her clit and trembled.
He braced his ass and shoved, sinking all of his long cock up her at the first fuck-thrust.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed.
She had fucked countless men in her time, but she had never met a man with a cock as huge as her husband's-which, in fact, was precisely why she had married him in the first place.
Duncan held the full penetration, savoring the sensation of having every inch of his hard fucker enveloped in wet, clinging pussy, and letting her enjoy the feeling of being stuffed to the very core with throbbing cock.
Cynthia began to move first.
Undulating under him, she slowly pulled her pussy up and down through a few inches of cock-shaft. Duncan held his prick angled so that she could rub her frenzied clit on the prick-stalk.
Then he began to hump with her, driving his fucker in as she pushed down. His swollen balls thudded solidly against the curve of her upthrust ass as he plunged his prick in to the hairy slit.
Her fuck-hole was so hot that it felt as if he might scald his cock in the fiery furnace, as if his meat might melt and fuse with her mold.
Her cunt-muscles worked on him, clinging and sucking, the inner rings closing, rippling up his cock-rod as if she were frigging him off inside her pussy. Her fuck-chute was still tight and trim, despite all the miles of cock-meat that had been stuffed up it through the years.
His hard ass corkscrewed and his prick hissed up her pussy, the prick-knob stabbing to the heart of her loins.
Cynthia was a noisy fuck, and she began to pant and moan and cry out with joy now, as the waves of pleasure rippled through her.
"Fuck me! Fuck my ass off, darling!
Ohhhh-screw me silly-fuck my cunt to jelly!"
He pounded in harder, loving her enthusiasm.
The kids were enjoying it, too....
Eighteen-year-old Dan Carlyle came out of his bedroom, wearing a flannel robe and carrying an oblong package wrapped as a gift, tied with a red ribbon.
He stopped at the door to the master bedroom and grinned when he heard his mom getting fucked.
He would have to wait for a while before he presented his Mother's Day gift. But that was fine with the boy.
He placed his ear to the door.
His cock came jolting out from the front of his robe in an instant hard-on. The lucky boy had inherited his father's hugeness, his cock shaped like Daddy's and damned near as big.
The cock-knob was a massive slab of hot meat, flushed and glowing like a purple light bulb. His hard cock-stalk was fat and seamed up the underside by a dark, pulsing ventral vein. And, at the base of his huge fucker, his balls looked as big and solid as melons.
His prick was pounding like a jackhammer u as he listened to the inspirational sounds of parental passion. But Dan didn't begin to jack off, the way most young men would do as they listened to Mom take the cock.
Dan had a better use for his stiff prick and bloated balls than a mere hand-job.
Especially on Mother's Day....
Young Candy Carlyle emerged from her own bedroom a few moments later.
The nubile girl was wearing a semi-transparent nightie that clung to her curvy little body delightfully. Her tit-tips stood out in twin peaks and her cunt-bush showed in a shadowed vee through the material, and the slick fabric seemed to have been plastered on the trim curve of her ass.
Candy didn't have a gift wrapped up.
Not in a package, anyway.
When she saw her older brother listening at the door of their parents' room, grinning like a demon and with his cock jutting out from his robe, Candy smiled bewitchingly.
Not at all embarrassed, she approached.
Dan saw her coming-and winked.
"Mom and Dad are fucking up a storm," he mouthed.
Candy joined him at the door, listening.
With her ear to the door, her eyes were on his cock and balls. His piss-hole was spilling out so much pre-cum that it looked as if he had just shot off.
But Candy knew better.
Her brother had a lot more jizz than that stored up in his heavy cum-bags.
She slipped a hand inside her nightie and cupped her hot little pussy. But, like her brother, she didn't begin to give herself a hand-job.
Dan glanced at her.
"Wanna frig each other off while we listen, Sis?" the young man whispered.
She looked hesitant.
The thought was tempting, of course. The head of his prick looked like a fat purple plum slathered with whipped cream. And she knew it would, as always, be a real kick to watch his full load of cum squirt out.
But then she shook her head.
"Not today," she whispered.
He nodded, understanding.
It was, after all, Mother's Day!
So the naughty kids contented themselves with simply listening, for the moment, as they waited until it was time to deliver their own presents to Mom....
Cynthia's cunt was starting to melt.
"Oh-ohhhh-oooohhhh! Jizz me, darling!" she cried, trying to hold back, waiting for him to spurt his spunk up her cunt before she crested.
Waves of fiery sensation were racing across her belly and shooting like electric currents up her trembling thighs. They were coming faster and higher, each wave rushing upon the one before, beginning to blend into one tidal crest as she surged to the peak.
"Can't wait-shoot in me!" she wailed.
Duncan grunted and slammed his fucker in. His balls slapped against her ass like heavily weighted blackjacks, his cum-load sloshing inside the ball-sacs.
"Here it cums, baby!" he gasped.
Cynthia let herself go, and husband and wife creamed off together while brother and sister listened at the door....
CHAPTER TWO
Duncan's balls swung in and exploded like time bombs. His cock-shaft jolted as the jizz came shooting up through the hollow core. Then Cynthia was whimpering as she felt his hot, thick cum spray her fuck-hole.
Her cunt-core dissolved and her girl-cum gushed out to swirl into his jizz. Her clit was going off like a detonator, igniting a deeper explosion in her pussy. Her cunt filled up with their mingled fuck-juices, and as he stuffed her full his fat pussy-plunger was pumping it from her slot, lathering her groin with the overflow.
Her cunt-hole was so swampy now that it felt as if he was shoving his prick in a paste pot. As he rammed in, cunt-cum and jism broke in a bow wave around the prow of his flaring cockhead.
He fed it to her with long, rippling, underslung strokes, then hiked up higher and pounded in from above, running the full length of his prick across her blasting-cap clit.
Cynthia bowed and bridged and arched as she danced a horizontal gavotte under his lurching loins. Her face was a mask of passion, eyes glazed, lips slack and panting. Her head twisted from side to side on the pillow, tawny hair tumbling over her cheeks.
Her belly formed a cup and her sleek thighs hooked around his hips, clamping him in a velvet vise. She locked her ankles and rubbed her heels up and down through the crack of his ass, brushing his balls from behind.
"More-more! Don't stop! Keep shooting off, darling-fill my fuck-hole!" she babbled.
Duncan kept on spurting cum into her, his buried prick hosing her lavishly. He shot cum as he hammered in, then shot again on the backstroke, cumming on the rebound.
Her cunt was like a steaming caldron as his lust-lava squirted into the crater volcanically. Her inner cunt-rings were sucking like a mouth and her pussy was soaking his jism up like a sponge.
His balls slackened as they drained off, but he kept on shoveling the prick to her, spilling out the last dregs of his cum on jerky fuck strokes.
Panting, he clung to her. Cynthia kept on squirming and wriggling as she worked off the last sweet spasms of her cumming on his immobile cock-meat.
Then they embraced in the glowing aftermath of a lovely simultaneous cumming....
The bed stopped creaking, and the kids eavesdropping at the door knew it was over.
Dan and Candy exchanged conspiratorial glances.
"We better get back to our rooms," he suggested.
"Dan?" she whispered, gazing into his eyes.
"After Daddy goes to work, do you mind if I--errrr--say happy Mother's Day to Mom, first?"
Dan leered at her.
"Okay, Sis-but don't take too long, okay?"
"Thanks, Danny," she said, smiling radiantly.
Then, as if to show how grateful she was to him for letting her visit their mother first, the nubile little minx leaned down and kissed the flaring head of her big brother's prick. But it was only a light and fleeting kiss.
Candy knew damned well that if she began to suck that delicious cock, she would not be able to stop until she had swallowed her creamy reward.
A suck without a drink was too frustrating.
And Candy had different plans for her horny mouth on this Mother's Day morning....
The teenagers returned to their respective bedrooms, where they both struggled with the urge to frig off as they waited for Daddy to go to work.
And in the master bedroom, Daddy was still stuck up Mommy's cunt to the hilt. His balls were spent, but his virile prick was still fat and firm.
"Gonna fuck me again?" Cynthia asked, batting her long eyelashes demurely.
"Nope," he said, surprising her.
"Well-it was a lovely present to wake up to, darling," she sighed, still enjoying having her cunt stuffed full, although the action had ceased.
"This," he rasped, pulsing his prick sinew and making it throb inside her cunt, "was just to start with, baby. I'm not going to work today. I'm gonna go out and find you a real nice Mother's Day gift and bring it home to you after the kids go to school."
"Oh?" she queried, intrigued.
She knew that her husband found the most interesting sorts of presents with which to show his affection.
"What kind of gift?" she asked.
"You'll just have to wait and see," he said evasively, leering at the lascivious lady.
Cynthia knew she would have to bide her time-and knew it would be well worth waiting for.
Duncan kept his prick buried a bit longer, grinding it gently around inside her. Then he began to withdraw it, sliding his cock from her cunt-slot inch by fat inch.
His bloated prick-knob stuck in her pussy for an instant, then came popping out like a cork from a bottle. Her fuck-slot stayed open in a wide oval, the pliable pussy-folds retaining the shape of his prick.
Cunt-cum and jizz poured from that gaping grotto and ran down her groin like spilled milk.
His cock jutted out, still stiff, standing parallel with the plane of the bed. Then his prick snapped up in a series of short, sharp jolts and stood angled up before his belly again. It was so long that the flaring cock-head nearly reached his breastbone-standing so tall that it looked as if he could have tilted his head down and sucked his own cock.
But why would he do that, when he had a mouth always available in his sexy wife's face?
The cock-meat was glistening from her fuckhole, juice dripping down his prick and bathing his balls. Those potent bags were already starting to balloon with another cum-load.
It was evident that he could have fucked her a second time, if he chose and, too, the temptation to suck his prick was making Cynthia drool. She adored a mouthful of cock at any time, but cock-meat was even more delicious after it had been soaked in a creaming cunt-hole.
But, realizing that Duncan must have a good reason to retain his hard-on, his wife resisted the mouth-watering urge to suck his prick.
Duncan, naked and with his cock still looming up rampant before his belly, went on down to the bathroom for his morning shower-rather hoping that his sexy little daughter might look out from her bedroom and get a good glimpse of his stiff fucker as he passed. He never passed up a chance to flash his prick at Candy who, he could tell, was a cock-eyed little nymphette who enjoyed a peek.
But he didn't encounter her this morning.
It wasn't Father's Day, after all.
He showered quickly, washing the pussy-juice from his cock and balls and thinking it was sort of a waste, since his wife would gladly have given him a tongue-bath. But he knew there would be lots of juice available, later.
Returning to the bedroom, he dressed, having some trouble getting his big boner stuffed into his trousers.
Cynthia was still lying naked on the bed, her pussy spilling out the creamy residue of their mutual cumming. She gazed at him with curiosity, wondering what he had in mind for her, on this special day of the year.
"I'll be back soon, baby-keep your pussy nice and hot and juicy," he said, as he leaned down to kiss her good-bye.
Then he went out, walking awkwardly, his thighs wide around his bloated balls and his hard-on showing in bas relief in the front of his pants.
Cynthia lay back, trying to imagine what her husband was going to bring home for her.
She heard his car start up and drive off.
A moment later, her cute daughter walked in....
CHAPTER THREE
Cynthia made no attempt to cover up her nakedness. She didn't even close her legs as her young daughter crossed the room and curled up beside her, on her side.
Candy was looking at her mother's voluptuous body with every bit as much desire as Duncan had, earlier, and making no bones about her interest. Candy and her mother were well past the stage of being coy and shy with each other about the naughty inclinations that they shared.
Candy bent down and kissed the woman lovingly.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom," she murmured.
The tip of the girl's tongue flicked at her mother's moist, parted lips.
"I thought that maybe we could have breakfast in bed together, Mommy," Candy whispered.
"Ummmmm-what a lovely idea," Cynthia sighed.
Cynthia had explained about the birds and the bees to both of her children, as a parent should do-but in a hell of a lot more detail and with demonstrations, as well.
She had taught her son how to jack off, as soon as he was old enough to cum, and things between them had quickly gotten out of hand-literally.
Later, when Candy was old enough, she had explained to the nubile young lady how two females could have an awful lot of fun together-that a girl didn't have to be a lesbian to be an avid cunt-lapper.
Candy had learned that lesson well.
The sexy youngster had taken to cunt-sucking like a duck to water. Maybe it was in her genes.
Now the girl was flicking her tongue around in her mother's mouth as if she were giving an exhibition of how that hot, wet lapper could work in a pussy, or maybe limbering it up for the breakfast treat ahead of her.
Her nightie fell open and her plump young tits thrust out, perky peaked and saucily jiggling.
"You gonna serve me?" Cynthia sighed, leaning back and licking her lips hungrily.
She didn't care which half of the mutual pleasuring came first. She never did. Cynthia's tongue was as hot as her cunt, and she loved to feed and be fed equally.
But since it was Mother's Day, the thoughtful girl figured she should have the first snack.
"Your breakfast is all steaming hot, Mommy-but maybe I better eat first, huh? I'm real hungry, and I'll be even juicier after I've been fed."
Satisfied with that arrangement, the tawny blonde woman lay back, her knees lifted slightly and her lush thighs spread wide apart.
Her little girl began to move down, tongue darting here and there, making a smorgasbord of her mom's body. She licked her deep cleavage and lapped at the stiff tit-tips, then sucked on them as appetizers. She was nursing with far more hunger than she'd ever shown as a suckling infant.
Cynthia's swollen nipples exploded in Candy's lips as she arched her back and moaned with pleasure. Candy spent some happy minutes on those heavy tits, then began to work her way down the curvaceous lady's belly.
She licked down, pausing to dip into her belly button, moving on to her tawny cunt-bush. Her lapper rustled through the curly thicket.
She slid lower and started licking up and down the insides of Cynthia's slick thighs.
Teasing the woman-momentarily-she paused just short of her smoldering pussy.
Cynthia jerked her pelvis up, tilting her cunt like some buttered crumpet served on a hairy tray. Her daughter gazed at the steaming confection hungrily, teasing her tongue every bit as much as she was teasing the woman's clit by lingering before she began to lick.
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, breathing in the tantalizing fumes of that furry feast. Frothy saliva flecked her parted lips. What a delectable sight that scented pussy was! The pink pussy-slot was unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower and the open folds were running with cunt-cum and jizz, turning her whole crotch to a morass.
Mom's cunt was always delicious, but it was even more scrumptious just after Daddy had squirted his yummy fuck-juice inside.
Candy had never had sex with her father, but she sure as hell wanted to. If his cum was so tasty licked up second-hand, she could just imagine what the stuff would be like if she drank it directly from his prick.
Cynthia jerked up again, whimpering.
"Tongue-fuck me, baby!" she moaned. "Mommy's hot to cream in your mouth!"
Candy smiled happily at the prospect. Her hands moved under her mother's ass, cupping the solid ass-cheeks and tilting her cunt up higher.
Then she bobbed down and began to lap into Cynthia's foaming fuck-slot with enthusiasm!
Listening at the bedroom door, Dan could hear the moaning and the slurping, and he grinned fiendishly.
He had never quite understood why his mother and his sister liked to eat each other out so much, since he knew damned well that neither of them were lesbians. But it gave him a real kick, and he wasn't about to question it.
His cock was so taut by this time that it was almost humming like a tuning fork.
But he steadfastly refused to relieve himself by jacking off.
Dan had jerked off a lot, after his mother had taught him how to do it, to begin with. But after things got more serious between them-and his sister, as well-he had lost interest in solitary self-abuse. He seldom had to resort to a handjob now, with Mom and Sis both more than willing to empty his cum-bags off for him.
Now he resisted the urge to jack off and listened, waiting for them to finish having breakfast in bed so that he could give Mom the present he had-with a certain amount of embarrassment-bought for her at the local sex shop....
Candy used only her lapper to begin with, stirring and stabbing into her mom's sodden pussy.
She licked up the unfurled cunt-lips, sank into the slot, fluttered her tongue against her tingling clit. Her head turned from side to side in the woman's groin. She brushed her nose against Cynthia's aroused clit, sniffing and snuffling, as her tongue slithered up her fuck-hole.
She spooned out cunt-juice and jizz with her tongue, and her throat pulsed delicately as she swallowed. Saliva dribbled into her mom's coral-pink cunt-hole and she licked it back out, flavored with hot pussy-cream.
Cynthia's thighs closed around the girl's head for a moment. But then she opened them wide apart again, giving her cunt-hungry daughter free rein to wallow around as she pleased in her seething pussy.
Candy began to use her lips, too, now. She clamped her mouth firmly on her mother's gooey cunt-gash and began to suck with gusto. Her mouth seemed to be glued to that sodden socket by a paste of drool and pussy-juice, stuck to her cunt-slot like a suction cup on a drain.
"Unmmmm-ummmm!" the teenager sighed, as she munched her mother's pussy.
Her lips slurped and her lapper squished as it stabbed in. She was French kissing her mom's cunt like a furry mouth.
The flow from that steaming fuck-hole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as the cunt-juice turned to cum. The bouquet became more fragrant. Feeling her mother melting in her mouth, Candy went suck-crazy. Her tongue lapped and slurped and flailed, whisked and churned, stabbed and spooned. Her lips were sucking like a vacuum cleaner
"Cum, Mommy-juice for me!" she moaned.
Cynthia was shuddering all through her voluptuous body, the sweet sensations of cumming enhanced by the naughty fact that it was her daughter's eager mouth into which she was spilling her cunt-cream.
"Drink it, darling! Ohhhh! Drink from my hot fuck-hole!" Cynthia groaned, surging towards the heights.
Candy sucked.
Cynthia creamed.
And Dan listened....
The boy was profoundly affected by hearing his mother's words, describing, as they did, just what he was imagining was happening on the far side of the door.
He knew how delicious their mother's cunt was, having sucked it often enough, himself.
And he knew how lovely his sister's sexy mouth was, since his cock had spurted in it many times.
And if he couldn't quite figure out why, both being female, Mom and Sis should so much love to go down on each other, his confusion in no way lessened his lust.
His neglected prick jolted and slammed like a shock absorber as it towered before his belly. He wished that he could go in and join them for a threesome.
But Mom wouldn't allow that.
She didn't want to corrupt her kids by allowing them to participate in group sex....
Cynthia soared to the highest crest and held there in a prolonged cumming. Her ass and hips jerked in a fucking motion as she ground her groin on her little girl's face. Candy sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.
Cynthia sank back, slowing down as the waves of joy began to ebb. But then she jerked violently as she surprised herself-and delighted her daughter-by surging up to another crest. It seemed as if she had been cumming for hours, as if time had been suspended in the heat of her rapture.
Candy kept gulping from her cunt-gash, mopping her face around as her mouth filled with her mother's cunt-cream. She sucked on the woman's swollen clit, bringing it to another explosive peak, then clamped her lips to her pussy and swallowed the hot flood that resulted.
At last, Cynthia slumped back again, no longer thrashing about. The waves of her cumming subsided slowly.
Candy sucked her gently down through the fading passion.
When the girl was certain that her mother was finished creaming off, she drew back slightly and used her nimble tongue to lap up the overflow from her crotch and the pearly trickles that had run down the insides of her thighs.
Dipping lower, her chin pressed to the mattress, Candy lapped some cunt-cum out from the crack of her mother's ass. Her nose nuzzled the woman's cunt as her tongue slurped in the musky cleft of her ass.
When she had licked it all up, the girl raised her radiant, cream-drenched face out of her mother's groin, her jaw dripping with frothy cunt-nectar.
They smiled at each other, and Cynthia fluttered her tongue out significantly.
Cunt-sucking was a double-header event....
CHAPTER FOUR
"Mommy wants her breakfast in bed now, darling," Cynthia purred.
Now that her clit and cunt were content, the woman's tongue and lips were horny for the second half of the mutual cunt-lapping. And she knew that the reverse would be true with her daughter-that now that Candy's cunt-hunger was satisfied, the girl's cunt would be sizzling.
Candy ducked down to take a last loving slurp on her mom's cunt. Then she began to slide up the curvaceous woman's body. Since it was Mother's Day, it seemed appropriate that Cynthia should have to do nothing but lie back in comfort and have her daughter serve her.
Straddling her hips, Candy moved up slowly. Her juicy pussy rested on Cynthia's cuntmound, creaming lavishly into the tawny bush. She shifted higher up the woman's belly, her pussy laying a slimy trail as it slid along.
Candy arched her back and lowered her jiggling tits. Her mother sucked the swollen tit-tips greedily, making them tingle and spark.
The girl squirmed and wriggled, then drew her groin up until she was kneeling astride Cynthia's upthrust tits. She ground her pussy-gash on the tit-mounds, her stiff clit brushing the taut nipples.
Cunt-juice poured down Cynthia's heavy titglobes and soaked into her cleavage. Her torso glistened from hairy vee to smooth tits now, as if she had been frosted with icing, glazed like a doughnut.
Cynthia tipped her head back like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Her lips were parted and her lapper was flashing in and out in anticipation.
Candy rested her trim ass on her mother's tits and tilted her pussy up. Cynthia gazed at it with panting hunger.
She was salivating so heavily that it seemed as if she already had a mouthful of cunt-juice, and her tongue was sizzling in her own drool. She almost thought that steam must be rising from her parted lips.
"Sit on my face, Candy!" she panted. "I'm hungry for your cunt, baby!"
"You always are, Mom," the girl giggled.
She teased her mother for a moment, squatting astride her head but not settling down. Her slim hips rotated as she jerked her pussy around above that eager mouth. A thick glob of pussy goo spilled from her slot and splashed on Cynthia's lips. Her cunt-slot was open wide, and Cynthia could stare right up the chute at the creamy inner pussy-folds.
The girl's clit was standing out like a little pink post in a swamp, cunt-nectar running down the nubbin as her brimming pussy overflowed.
Cynthia held her daughter by the cheeks of her ass, tugging her down as she craned her neck, lifting her mouth up to meet the descending delicacy.
Her tongue shot up Candy's creamy cunt-hole and her lips sucked ravenously on the hairy rim. Cunt-juice swirled down the smoldering sleeve and bubbled past Cynthia's lips. She gulped it down with glee. Her daughter's pussy-juice was nectar and ambrosia to this lustful lady. Cynthia had always relished a snack of hot pussy, but none had ever been as delicious and thrilling as her young daughter's sweet pussy.
Candy rose in the saddle of her mother's face, her slim thighs rippling, her groin grinding. She tossed her head back and her tits swung out saucily. Her pelvis flipped up and down, then from side to side. Her ass slid back on her mother's tits, then bounced from those fat mounds as she swiped her pussy up the woman's face.
Cynthia was coated with cunt-juice from her chin to her forehead as she wallowed in that steamy grotto. She tongued into Candy's cuntslot and milked on her clit and licked at her unfolded cunt-lips.
Then she began to use her lapper with long, slurping strokes that started in the tight crack of the girl's adorable ass and slid up through her open cunt-gash and flipped out into her blonde cunt-bush.
Candy wriggled up a bit higher, rubbing her pussy onto Cynthia's cheeks, then her brow.
Cynthia began to lick out the cleft between her ass-cheeks, tipping her head back and thrusting her chin up.
Candy arched back, giving the horny woman access to her asshole, knowing from past experience that her mother liked variety when she gave head.
Cynthia began to rim out Candy's tangy shit-slot.
Her tongue reamed into that taut brown ring and her lips sucked on the puckered socket. She drooled into her daughter's asshole, then sucked her own saliva back out, pleasantly flavored from her ass.
She opened the cheeks of her daughter's asscheeks wide and stabbed her lapper as far up her shit-chute as it would reach. Candy's asshole wasn't as delicious as her pussy, but it made a tasty side dish for the hungry woman, an anal appetizer for a lady who loved to sink her lapper into anything hot and wet and sexy.
Cynthia spent a merry moment munching on Candy's shitter, then slid back and started to work with concentration on her cunt again, mouthing towards the creamy conclusion of this sumptuous snack.
She spread the girl's cunt-lips open in a wide oval with her fingers and used her tongue and lips on the swampy inner folds. She seemed to be trying to shove her whole face up into that sodden fuck-hole.
"Cream, baby-melt in Mommy's mouth!" she panted, the words muffled on Candy's pussy.
Candy gasped. Her clit seemed to explode. Cynthia sucked on the girl's clit voraciously, detonating another explosion in her cunt-core. A tide of girl-jizz came pouring from the teenager's pussy, washing lavishly over her mother's tongue and lips.
"Cummin', Mom! Cummin'!" Candy wailed.
But Cynthia already knew that, since she was swallowing the sweet stuff.
The news delighted the lad lurking at the door, however, knowing his turn would come soon.
With his ear to the wooden panel, listening in total fascination, Dan could hear his mother slurp and swallow and whimper and his sister moan and pant as she creamed off. He fancied that he could even hear the hot cunt-cum splash into his mom's ardent mouth.
Candy rode the woman's face in a frenzy as she spasmed through the successive waves of her cumming. Her clit was going off like a machine gun, and each time it fired it set off another peak inside her pussy.
When she finished cumming, she continued to sway back and forth, balanced on Cynthia's face, mopping her sodden cunt-muff around on her mouth.
Cynthia kept on sucking and using her tongue to spoon out the dregs from that steamy pussy, making sure that not a drop of juice remained, that every shuddering spasm and wave had passed.
Candy dismounted after a while and cuddled up lovingly in her mother's arms. They embraced, belly to belly and tit to tit. Kissing with open mouths, they let cunt-juice dribble back and forth between their lips, sucked their own juice from the other's lapper, sharing the residue like some delicious savory following a feast.
Cynthia ducked down to do some tit-sucking, then drew back and let Candy nurse on her nipples, in turn. They were both heating up again.
Cynthia thrust her loins out and began to rub her cunt-mound on her daughter's silken cunt bush. They jerked together as if one of them had a cock and they were fucking. Cynthia moved her arched thigh in between Candy's legs, and Candy rubbed her pussy on it sensually.
"Shall we suck each other again, darling?" Cynthia purred in Candy's ear. "Shall I turn around so that we can sixty-nine and both cream at once?"
Candy hesitated.
The idea was certainly inviting. But she didn't want to be selfish. After all, she wasn't the only one who was eager to pay homage to Cynthia on this memorable Mother's Day morning.
"Mom, I'd love to-but I think that my brother has a present for you, too," she said.
Cynthia's eyes gleamed with pleasure. As much as she adored cunt-lapping with her sexy daughter, she loved her son every bit as much. She had never played favorites and, at the moment, the prospect of a set of bloated balls and a stiff young prick was most inviting. Variety, after all, was the spice of life.
She kissed Candy again, then moved away.
"All right, darling. Send your brother in," she said, feigning mild disappointment so that Candy wouldn't feel she was less welcome than her sibling in Mom's bed.
Candy got up, glowing with well-sucked bliss. She picked up her nightie, but didn't bother to put it on. She and Dan had no secrets from each other.
Leaving, she found the boy at the door.
His prick was jutting out like a cattle prod from the flaps of his bathrobe and, gazing wistfully at it, Candy felt a twinge of envy, wishing that she could have his prick now, instead of their mom.
But it was Mother's Day.
The little minx bent down and gave the head of her brother's cock a moist suck. Pre-cum slimed deliciously onto her tongue.
"Mom's waiting for you," she sighed.
And into the bedroom went the happy youth....
CHAPTER FIVE
"For me?" Cynthia asked, pretending to be surprised.
Her son was holding a wrapped box out to her, but her eyes had strayed past it and her gaze was fixed upon the sturdy young hard-on looming from his bathrobe.
Still, although she was eager to get to his prick, it would have been ungracious to ignore the present he had so carefully wrapped and tied in a fancy ribbon.
She took the box and shook it to see if it rattled, then carefully undid the paper and opened it.
She laughed when she saw what he had given her.
Her Mother's Day gift was a dildo.
Cynthia held it up by the shaft and inspected it. It was a large device made of firm rubber and realistically contoured with a bulging knob and hard ridges simulating veins up the underside of the shaft. The hilt was fitted with leather straps so that a lady might harness it to her hips and use it on some other female, like the real thing.
Cynthia wondered if any son had ever before given his mom a rubber prick for Mother's Day.
"Like it, Mom?" he asked.
"It's--errr-very nice, darling." She batted her eyelashes. "But with you and your father around, do you think I'll ever need it?"
"Well, it's the thought that counts," he said. "Anyhow, I thought that maybe you and Sis might like to use it on each other sometime."
"While you watch, you naughty boy?"
He grinned. Listening was plenty of fun, and he figured watching would be a real thrill.
"Would you like me to see if it fits, darling? Want to watch me use it?" Cynthia asked.
She was a lot more interested in her son's own flesh-and-blood prick, but she guessed a demonstration would be exciting.
A dildo was fine, as long as she had the real things ready to take over in the end.
Either end....
Dan let his robe slide from his shoulders and, naked, sat on the side of the bed. His balls were so full that he seemed to be balanced on a medicine ball.
It wasn't easy for Cynthia to ignore that hot young cock-meat. His horny mother had taken the boy's cherry to begin with and been fucking and sucking with him every since, totally enamored of his young cock and youthful jizz and thrilled by the added charm of knowing that it was incest.
But she could perform for a little, first.
She held the fuck-too' up to her lips and began to swipe her nimble tongue around the bulging knob. Her son's eyes burned into her like laser beams. Playing with a rubber prick wasn't very satisfying, on its own, but using it with her son as a spectator was a different matter.
She brushed the rubber cock-head against her nipples and slid it up through her deep cleavage. She skimmed her hand up and down the shaft as if she were jacking it off-the way she had shown Dan how to beat his meat to begin with-as she frigged it between her tits.
Spreading her legs, she sank half of the rubber cock into her seething fuck-hole, levering it around and pumping it in and out. The lathered straps snaked up her lush thighs as the dildo stuffed her pussy.
She gripped it by the hilt and angled it so that the full length rubbed across her clit as she shoved it in and pulled it out.
But she only did that for a moment. Cynthia didn't want to make herself cream off on the sex toy-not with Dan sitting there with a stiff prick and his balls full of cum.
His face was distorted by emotions as he stared at her sordid performance. His enthusiasm inspired his mother, who was a bit of an exhibitionist to begin with.
She plucked the prick out of her pussy and brought it back to her mouth, dripping with cunt-cream. She began to push the dildo in and out of the oval collar of her lips, sucking on it just as if it were a real prick.
Dan thought that his eyeballs might melt as they registered that provocative simulated cock-sucking.
Cynthia fed the dildo deeper into her facial fuck-hole, the harness slithering over her fat tits. She whimpered and moaned and panted, pretending it was a real cock that she was milking to the creamy conclusions.
The wanton woman was really getting into the spirit of the act now. She began to switch the dildo back and forth between her mouth and her cunt. It went down slathered with saliva and came back up drenched with pussy-juice.
The dildo squished as she sank it into her pussy, and her mouth slurped as she swallowed the slick stalk. She was keeping an eye on Dan's prick, ready to discard the dildo if the boy showed any signs of starting to cum.
But although his cock was throbbing savagely and spilling plenty of pre-cum from his pisshole, he was so intrigued by watching her fool with the toy that he seemed content to bide his time-to pleasure his eyes at the expense of his prick.
Abandoned to lust by this time, Cynthia twisted around onto her hands and knees. She reached behind her with the rubber cock, tilting her ass up. She nudged the knob into her puckered shit-hole, squirming.
Watching her gasping son over her shoulder, she slowly fed the rubber cock up into her asshole.
"Jeez--" he croaked, in awe as he watched her fuck the fat tube deeper into her ass.
She hadn't instructed him in the art of assfucking, yet-it was a special treat she was saving for a while but, seeing how intrigued he looked, she guessed it wouldn't be long.
Cunt-juice streamed lavishly down her kneeling thighs as she crammed more and more rubber cock up into her ass-guts, wriggling and writhing on the penetration. Her asshole clung to the fuck-rod. When she pulled it out, it looked as if she were pulling her asshole inside out.
Cynthia ass-fucked herself for a few minutes, then drew the soiled device out and held it to her face again. With her son staring at her, she shot her tongue out and lapped her ass-juice from the tainted fuck-tool.
Dan's cock was flowing like a fountain, but Cynthia's experienced eye told her that she still had a few minutes before there was any danger that his cock might suddenly shoot off.
Turning to face him again, she repeated the alternating thrusts into her mouth and cunt. She heaved one hip up and fucked the dildo up her asshole again. Then she rubbed the knob onto her tits, smearing them with slime before she dropped her tawny head and sucked her own stiff nipples, purring as she gazed at the boy from the tops of her eyes.
Then she knelt upright and harnessed the rubber prick to her haunches. It jutted up before her.
Dan gasped at the erotic sight of that voluptuous female body wearing a cock-huge tits and pneumatic hips and a heart-shaped ass, as feminine as a body could be-with a big prick standing rampant from the vee of her crotch.
Cynthia began to hump in a fucking motion, driving her sex toy up and down provocatively.
"This is how I'll wear it with Candy," she whispered huskily. "I'll fuck your little sister like this--"
She gave it a sudden thrust. She folded her fist around the glistening stalk and skimmed up and down, as if she were a man giving himself a hand-job. This naughty behavior was giving the woman an exquisite sort of thrill.
"Ooooh! Watch me beat my meat, darling-I'm jerking off, just like you used to do--"
Her words were arousing her son damned near as much as the sight and the juicy sounds of his mother's erotic exhibition.
"I'm gonna fuck Candy's cunt to a foaming cum. Then I'm gonna fuck her in the face, so she can suck her own cunt-cum from my prick--"
She lowered her head. The rubber prick jutted up as tall as her tits, and she began to lick on the fat knob like a limber boy giving himself a blow-job.
A strangled cry burst from Dan's trembling lips.
His balls ballooned and his prick thundered. Cynthia knew it was time to end the simulated cock-sucking-and begin the real thing. Watching had driven her son crazy.
Now it was time for audience participation!
CHAPTER SIX
Dan knelt upright, his ass heaving as he jacked his cock up and down, showing his mother how truly desperate he was for some attention. His piss-hole was pumping out so much pre-cum that his prick looked like a melting ice cream cone. Thick drops of lube sprayed from the bulging cock-knob.
Cynthia approached him on all fours, like a hungry tiger stalking some succulent prey. She was wagging her ass as if she had a tail, and licking her lips in anticipation.
The rubber prick was still harnessed to her hips, jerking about under her belly and tits as she crawled forwards on hands and knees. But she had no further use for the dildo, now. She simply hadn't bothered to unstrap it.
Up until now, Cynthia hadn't made up her mind if she wanted to have a Mother's Day mouthful or fuck with her son, since both ideas were equally delightful. But seeing how his cock was spilling out pre-cum so lavishly, she knew that the boy was going to shoot his cum-load very quickly-the first time.
There was no sense in arranging to get that huge cock stuck up her cunt-hole if he was going to get his rocks off on the first fucking stroke, she figured. But blowing him would give her a certain measure of control over his cumming, and she could make it last longer.
The subsequent fucking would be more prolonged, too, if he came in her mouth first.
So Dan, who didn't give a shit where he came, as long as he got his tortured balls drained off, was about to get some maternal mouthing.
Cynthia crawled right up to him, the top of her tawny head brushing his chest and her lustful face turned down above his prick. She didn't make contact immediately, gazing at the feast in greedy expectation.
She blew down onto his cock-head as if fanning a smoldering log to flame. The huge slab flared and steamed. Her stormy eyes turned inwards as she focused on his prick-knob.
She breathed in the rising fumes of his succulent, slime-drenched cock and balls, all steamy and musky and tantalizing. She drooled heavily as the heady fragrance turned her dizzy with desire.
Dan placed his hands on her shoulders, but made no effort to push her down on his prick. The boy knew that she needed no coaxing and that if she was teasing him by a brief delay, it would only make it better in the end.
Her head slid down and she began to lap at his spunky cock-knob, using her tongue lightly. She licked up the seepage from the smoking hot slab of purple cock-meat and slurped more as it bubbled from his piss-hole.
Dan croaked and gasped as that skimming lapper danced on the head of his cock. Twisting from the waist, he angled his lean torso to one side so that he was able to look under her tawny head and see her pink tongue gliding around on his gooey cock-head.
His sister gave enthusiastic head-but his mother's mouth was pure magic!
She fluttered and flicked her tongue on his prick, being careful not to fall into any steady rhythmic licking that would milk him off too soon. The best part of blowing her son was when his fuck-juice exploded into her mouth and throat, certainly-but Cynthia was never in any rush to drink her reward, loving to savor the meat course for as long as possible, before she swallowed the steaming dessert.
His hands slid from her shoulders and he held her cheeks between his palms. He humped, driving his iron-hard fucker up into her face.
But Cynthia kept her lips pursed and tilted her head so that his drooling cock-knob missed her mouth and skimmed up along her cheek. As the cock-shaft rose up, she slid on down and began to lick his cum-bags.
She sighed as the flavor of hot ball-meat tingled on her tongue. She licked up the pre-cum that had trickled down to his balls, then began to nuzzle and suck on those solid sacs.
Her son whimpered at the exquisite sensation of having his mom suck his balls. It felt as if she were absorbing his cum-load right through the tissue.
Cynthia enjoyed sucking his balls but didn't dare linger down there for very long, knowing that the virile youth might blow his cum-load off above her head.
Flattening her lapper at the base of his cock, she drew it up, tracing along the pounding ventral vein with a slow, slurping stroke. She repeated it, lapping up the goo that was running down his prick.
Her lapper danced against the sensitive underside of his cock-knob as she slid up to it and slapped at his balls as she weaved her way down.
His cock-shaft was humming like a vibrator against her lips, so taut that she could have used it to play a violin or to launch an arrow, and so iron hard that it could have served as a lever.
"Mom-Mom!" he rasped. "I can't wait, Mom-you're gonna make me shoot!
It was a thoughtful warning that the boy was giving her, a considerate alert. He knew that his mother would be dismayed if his jizz spurted out before she had his cock-head in her greedy mouth-and he sure as hell didn't want to spill her gooey gift before he had given it to her.
Especially not on this special day.
Cynthia heeded the warning.
She fitted her parted lips to the underside of his fat prick and pulled her mouth up and down a few times, slowly, sucking and humming as if she were playing a flute.
Then she drew up all the way and turned her face down over his cock-head. She kissed the slimy slab lovingly, then opened her mouth slightly and slowly fed his cock-knob into her lips.
Still tilted sideways, her son watched as she began to suck on the head of his cock. The sight thrilled him almost as much as the feeling.
Her cheeks drew inwards as she inhaled and billowed out as she delicately blew down his cock-stalk, as if inflating his balls via the meaty valve.
Her lips peeled out as they collared his thick, heavily veined prick-shaft just below the knob.
Saliva, shot through with streaks of jizz, flowed down his cock-rod.
"Ummmmm-ummmm!" she purred.
Her head turned, her mouth twisting on the spindle of his prick, grinding her lips around his prick just below the cock-knob. With the cockhead buried in her maw, his long cock-shaft stuck out between them like a meaty conduit linking his cum-filled balls to her lips.
She was making plenty of juicy noise as she sucked, both through her wanton enthusiasm and also deliberately, knowing her son would love to hear her slurp and pant as she plated away on his potent prick.
She began to bob up and down then, feeding more cock-meat into her face each time she sank down, moving in the traditional blow-job motion.
Dan humped in counterpoint, stabbing his prick up into her mouth as she ducked down. Her lips slid lower and lower on his long cockshaft and her nimble tongue was flashing against the underside as it wedged in.
"Yeah-yeah! Swallow my prick, Mom!" he gasped.
She sank down all the way. Her lips were plastered to the hairy hilt of his cock-shaft, her chin jammed on his balls, her nose rustling in his crotch hair.
As she gulped his fucker in balls-deep, his massive cock-head rammed down her throat.
"Unnghhhh!" she gagged.
But she took that gullet-choker gladly, gulping and sputtering as she deep-throated him, holding his cock buried for a moment and then drawing her lips slowly back to his cock-knob, sucking through every precious inch.
"Ummmm!" she purred, on his cock-head.
Then she gurgled as she swallowed his prick down to the root again.
He thrust up, face-fucking his mother frantically. His balls slapped under her chin, then rolled up, solid as boulders, pressing to her lips.
"Cum, darling--" she panted on his cockknob.
She jumped her head down again, tawny hair cascading, gorging on his prick, in cock-sucker's rapture. More slime oozed from his piss-hole, spilling into her throat. She gulped it down with a gargling sound.
Dan arched deeply, throwing his head and shoulders back as he drove his cock up, tilting her face back as the enormous fucker stuffed her mouth to the brim.
His balls inflated against her lips and his prick expanded in her mouth and his cock-head flared out alarmingly in her gullet as she gulped down.
Cynthia was an experienced cock-sucker who paid avid attention to such details.
She knew that her son was about to shoot his wad a split second before he, himself, did.
"Shoot!" she wailed in anticipation.
"Here it comes, Mom!" he cried.
"Oooooh-yeah-yeah!" she panted in ecstasy, longing for that sweet cum-load. "Whitewash my throat, darling-paint my fucking tongue!"
His cock gave a mighty lurch, like a recoiling cannon, as his cum shot up through the hollow core. His first spurt sprayed her throat and poured on down into her belly so that she didn't even taste it.
Cynthia jerked her head up, pulling her lips up to his cock-knob, so that the second hot, thick dose splattered onto her tongue, driving her taste buds crazy as she relished the flavor before she gulped the cum down.
Dan shot off as he plunged in and shot again on the backstroke. His cum was as thick and as sweet as condensed milk. His mother sucked and swallowed, and each time she quaffed a load down he filled her mouth again, topping her up with every frantic cock-thrust, every jerky withdrawal.
Cynthia was drinking the cock-cream down greedily, but his youthful cum-load overwhelmed her. Creamy cum overflowed her lips and spilled down both sides of her chin. A few fat globs of jism fell onto her heaving tits.
She milked his prick and Dan kept on feeding her. His balls seemed undrainable, his vitality endless. Each time he blew a wad off, his cumbags sank in, but then they ballooned again instantly. Those huge balls were pumping in and out like an inhaling, panting lung.
She purred as jizz jetted onto her lapper. His prick sprayed her cheeks and shot creamy coils of cum up against the arched roof of her mouth. Spunk sloshed through her teeth and gums, bubbled on her lips, poured down her gullet. She had swallowed so much of the thick stuff that she could feel it sloshing around in her belly.
Her head jumped up and down steadily as she took it all, drinking her son's cock-slime as fast as he could supply it and wishing he could shoot off forever-that she could swallow his cum through all eternity.
But at long last even that super-potent teenager began to falter and flag. His face fucking strokes became jerky and unsteady and his balls sank in slowly, as if they had suffered a puncture.
Groaning, he toppled slowly over onto his back.
His mother's mouth was still stuck on his prick and she moved with him, her head rising up as if levered on the end of a crowbar. She knelt over him as he lay prone, and her mouth kept sliding up and down on his slippery fucker as she made sure she had every drop of his cum.
Then she pulled her lips up to his cock-knob and, nursing on the slab, wrapped her fist around his cock-shaft and pumped up and down, squeezing out the last drops of jizz from his piss-hole.
Gazing down his cock-rod, she saw that his balls had gone slack in his groin. They spread out between his lean thighs like a blown-out balloon.
But his cock was still firm in her lips.
And the insatiable woman knew that she would get another Mother's Day gift before the morning was over....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Duncan Carlyle knew that his promiscuous wife loved to seduce teenaged boys and that she also liked a bit of pussy, as well. He suspected that she might be having incestuous relations with one-or both-of their own kids, but he wasn't sure. He had no proof, but he had noticed certain hints and clues, suggestive looks and significant comments and strange insinuations of intimacy between them.
He certainly had no objections. Quite the a opposite, he hoped that it was true-and also that, eventually, Cynthia would decide to let him in on her secret.
Duncan was always, as if by accident, or thoughtlessness or naive innocence, flashing his prick to his daughter, as well as sneaking looks up her skirts and down the necklines of her low-cut blouses.
And he fantasized a lot about doing more to the nubile nymphette than simply showing her his big cock and stealing looks at her tits and crotch.
But he couldn't be certain how the youngster would respond to an overt sexual approach. And he didn't want to cause them both the embarrassment of a refusal, just in case his daughter wasn't game for incest with Daddy.
So Duncan hoped that his speculation was a fact and that Cynthia had broken the ice with the kids-and would soon feel comfortable enough with the sordid situation to confess and invite him to join in the family frolic.
In any event, whether his wife was fooling around with her own kids or not, she definitely loved potent young cock-meat.
And that was just what Duncan had planned for her, on this memorable Mother's Day....
Near Duncan's office building, there was a community playground with a blacktopped basketball court, and he had often noticed athletic young guys playing one-on-one.
He felt confident that they would much rather play some two-on-one with Cynthia.
He was in luck today.
He drove up to the curb and saw two teenaged boys on the court. One was dark, the other blond, and both looked to be around eighteen years old. They were probably high school dropouts, he figured. If not, he was sure they wouldn't mind playing truant for the morning, when he told them what he had in mind.
But he couldn't bring them home until his own kids had left for school, so he sat behind the steering wheel and watched them dribble and jump and shoot.
They were wearing shorts and Duncan was pleased to see that both seemed well hung, their groins well packed with cock-meat so that, even though they didn't have erections, they were still impressive.
The blond went up for a jump shot, and Duncan thought that for a fleeting instant the head of the boy's cock peeked out from the leg hole of his shorts.
The dark-haired one took the rebound with a leap, his muscular thighs and hard ass rippling.
Duncan had no interest whatsoever in young men's pricks, for their own sake. He was a red-blooded guy and definitely not a deviate.
But he was delighted to see that these prospects seemed well endowed, for his wife's sake-and also because when he watched pricks sliding in and out of her mouth or cunt, it was more exciting if the prick was large.
Now he was admiring their cock-bulges without any perverse inclinations, as he imagined how they would soon be interrelating with his voluptuous wife's body.
He checked his wristwatch.
Soon it would be time to make his offer.
But not quite yet, because the school bus didn't come by for another half an hour.
And anyhow, although he didn't know it, his son was still in bed with Mommy....
Dan lay flat out, spread-eagled on the bed, his chest heaving up and down as his mother's head went up and down on his still-stiff prick.
The youth's cock hadn't softened much at all, following his cumming, and now she had sucked him up to a rock-hard state again.
Dan groaned as he felt the jizz seep, drop by drop, into his cum-bags. His mother's mouth was working like a sump pump, coaxing the stuff from his spermaries. His balls were filling up with cum again.
Cynthia had so much enjoyed drinking her son's spunk that she was tempted to suck him off again and swallow his second cum-load as well.
But that would have been greedy-and frustrating, as well, because if she blew him again there wouldn't be time to have a fuck and she would be left with a smoldering pussy.
On a normal day, she could have kept him home from school, of course.
But today her husband had promised to bring her a treat, and she didn't want the kids to be home to interfere with that, whatever it might be.
Nor did she want Duncan to find her in bed with their children.
Not yet.
She guessed that he might suspect but wasn't positive, and it was the sort of thing she wanted to introduce him to gradually.
So she sucked happily away until Dan had a full set of balls again, then pulled her mouth away with a slurp.
He moaned as his cock was abandoned, then grinned happily when he saw that the neglect was only temporary and that his mother had only paused to switch holes.
Cynthia knelt upright and threw one thigh across so she was straddling her son's hips. She still had the rubber prick strapped to her haunches and it provided a bizarre sight. Dan's cock was towering up before her belly, and the dildo rose above it like an extension of his own fuck-tool.
It really excited the boy to see his sexy mom fitted with a cock, looking so bewitchingly androgynous. His present had been a happy thought.
His balls nestled against her cunt bush and his cock-shaft stood up past her belly button, in tandem with the hilt of the rubber prick that almost brushed her tits.
Cynthia rolled her tummy against his prick, then rose up on rippling thighs. Dan's fat cockhead slid down into her vee and flared there, matting the blonde cunt-bush with saliva. Then she jerked her loins out and his cock levered into her groin. His bulging cock-head nudged into her pussy-slot.
She perched atop his prick, balanced gracefully on the swollen knob, only the tip in her cunt-gash. Her ass and hips swung as she rotated on his prick, stirring it in her pussy-slot without sinking down the prick-shaft yet.
Her pliable cunt-lips sucked on his cock-head and lashings of cunt-juice streamed down his prick, steaming and sizzling on the hot cockmeat.
Dan humped up eagerly and the head of his cock vanished in her juicy fuck-hole.
"Ride my prick, Mom!" he panted, desperate to feel the whole huge thing enveloped in her seething pussy. "Screw yourself on my dick!"
Cynthia squirmed down, taking his fucker into her cunt inch by throbbing inch.
Her son gasped. He never ceased to be awed by his mother's clinging cunt.
Her pliable fuck-hole sucked on his prick just the way her mouth had done. He had fucked her mouth like a cunt, and now her cunt was swallowing his prick like a mouth.
She pushed down the final inch and took his prick balls-deep into her pussy. Her cunt-slot was glued to his groin, her clit pulsing against the throbbing root, her ass cushioned on his bloated balls.
She held the full penetration as her wet cunt sleeve molded itself to the contours of his cock as if her pussy were made of hot wax. Her inner cunt-muscles worked, closing in a series of tight rings up his cock-shaft. She could have held his prick buried and jerked him off with her inner muscles, instead of riding him, if she chose to.
Her ass jerked and she wound her fuck-hole around on his cock, gripping it like a wringer, making the youth groan and whimper at the sensation.
Then she began to rise and fall, thighs tensing as she pulled her pussy up to his prick-knob, paused there, then sank down to the hilt again.
She fucked herself on his prick slowly and rhythmically, undulating sinuously.
Her fat tits rolled up and down-and the rubber cock strapped to her hips swayed up and down to the motion.
She wrapped her hand around the dildo-stalk and began to pump up and down, simulating a jerk off, frigging the false phallus in harmony with the cunt-stuffing she was getting on the real thing.
It was lovely to have two pricks at once.
Cynthia wished they were both real. The lewd lady adored taking on two cocks at the same time-and would have been thrilled had she known where her husband was at that moment, and what he had planned for her soon.
She moved faster, fairly pounding her pussy down on her son's upthrust prick. Now, as the pace speeded up, she seemed to be holding onto the fat rubber prick for support, like a commuter on a rattling train.
She shot her pelvis back, angling the coupling so that she was rubbing her swollen clit onto his cock-shaft as she rose and fell. Her cunt pulsed and her lovely face contorted with passion as the thrill got more intense.
She fucked her cunt furiously up and down and his cock-meat hissed in, pumping cunt-juice out.
Dan could feel her cunt dissolve around his cock.
He grasped her by her lush hips, tugging up and down, helping her ride.
She jerked up and dropped down, and as her cunt-slot hit his cock-root, pussy-juice splashed all over his groin, soaking his belly and balls.
"You cummin', Mom?" he rasped.
He had gallantly been holding back.
"Jesus, yes! I'm melting!" she gurgled. "Shoot up my cunt, darling-hose my fuckhole!"
Dan lunged up savagely, matching her violent pace. His prick plunged in and jolted like a thunderbolt in the core of her cunt.
His jizz shot into her pussy in a geyser, hitting her so hard he damned near blew her off the end of his prick.
Cynthia rode wildly through her spasms, galloping on her son's dancing groin.
Each time he sprayed more cum into her, her fuck-hole melted again and her cunt-cum oozed out to blend with his jism, turning her pussy to a swamp.
They peaked, ebbed, then peaked again.
Finally, she slowed to a canter, then a slow trot, a dreamy smile on her radiant face.
Lots of people hated Mondays.
Cynthia loved them-especially Mother's Day Monday.
And the insatiable woman wondered what else was in store for her this morning....
CHAPTER EIGHT
One of the things in store for Cynthia pivoted and took a hook shot.
He was the blond, named Billy.
The basketball rolled around the rim and fell off.
But Jake, the dark-haired hoopster, failed to grab the rebound. He was looking the other way, watching the tall, handsome man approaching with a friendly smile.
"This guy's been watching us, Billy," he rasped from the side of his mouth.
"Yeah? Jeez-you think he's a college recruiter, or a scout for the pros?" Billy naively asked.
"More likely a pervert," Jake, who was more worldly, said.
"Oh, gosh!" Billy gasped, blushing.
"Hello, boys," Duncan said, walking onto the blacktop.
The ball was still bouncing, and he scooped it up and sank a set shot quite neatly.
Jake was scowling, and Billy looked flustered.
Duncan gathered the ball up as it fell through the net and flipped it in again. If he was a deviate, at least he could score, the boys saw.
"You guys wanna have some fun?" Duncan asked.
"You gay, Mister?" Jake said, squinting.
Duncan looked indignant-and very manly.
"Hell, no!" he snorted.
"Well-what sort of fun?" Jake asked, less fiercely but more puzzled.
"I got a problem and I need a hand." Duncan lowered his voice to a husky whisper. "I picked up this broad last night. She's a real good looker-and a raver. But the trouble is, she just can't get enough cock. I been fucking her all night, and she still wants more-and, just between you and me, I can't get another hard-on."
Now the teenagers were beaming.
"So I came out to find some help-and she's still lying in bed, naked. She's built like a brick shithouse and she sucks like a vacuum cleaner--"
"Oh, wow!" Jake gasped.
"Gee whiz!" Billy gulped.
"So how about it, boys? You wanna dip your wicks and do us both a favor?"
"Shit, yes!" Jake enthused.
Billy, who had never been laid, couldn't manage to speak. He nodded eagerly.
How could they ever have supposed that this generous guy was a deviate? Of course, they didn't know that the brick shithouse broad was his wife nor that their pricks were to be Mother's Day presents. But still....
Candy had been hoping to crawl back into her mother's bed when Dan was done.
She was disappointed when they both came out of the bedroom together and Cynthia remarked that they would have to hurry to catch the school bus.
"Errr-couldn't we skip school today, Mom? On account of it's Mother's Day Monday and all "
But Cynthia shook her head.
She was sorry to have to disappoint the kids and hadn't planned to-until Duncan had promised to bring her a treat.
She could suck and fuck with Candy and Dan every morning, though-and today was her own special celebration.
So it was that two disappointed kids, puzzled and not understanding their mother's motives, went off to school just as if it had been a normal sort of day.
But they never made it to school, after all....
"You gave her what?" Candy squealed.
Dan grinned.
The siblings were sitting in the back of the school bus, with no one near them. They always took that seat when it was vacant. Hidden by the backs of the seats in front of them, it gave the kids a chance to fool around on the way to school. They didn't dare to suck or fuck on the school bus, of course, but it was lots of fun to grope and frig each other.
It was exciting to be so naughty right there in public.
"Dildo," he grunted. "Big rubber prick."
Candy giggled delightedly.
Even though they both did lots of real naughty things with their mother, a dildo hardly seemed the sort of present to give her on Mother's Day. The occasion made it seem more daring than if he had given it to her on any other day.
Then Candy turned thoughtful.
"I'll bet that's why she made us go to school today, Danny-I'll bet that Mom wanted to be alone and frig herself silly all day."
Dan scowled, wondering if the present had been a mistake. If Mom got so attached to the rubber prick that she neglected her children, he would be hoisted by his own petard-his own prick forsaken for the gift he'd given her.
"She likes it," he grumbled.
"How do you know?" Candy breathed.
"I watched her try it out," he said. His eyes glazed as he recalled the details. "She gave herself a real good fuckin'. Not just up the cunt, either. She shoved it up her ass and down her fucking throat!" He was becoming excited. "And she strapped it on and showed me how she was gonna fuck you, too."
"Oooooh!" Candy squealed.
Both kids were getting plenty horny again as they considered the situation.
Candy looked around to make sure that no one had taken a seat nearby. All the other students had congregated near the front of the bus, leaving Candy and Dan in relative privacy and seclusion. She felt safe from prying eyes.
But Candy had overlooked one significant fact. Although the high backs of the forward seats shielded them from the passengers, there was a large wing mirror outside the bus-and in that rearview mirror, the driver could see them distinctly.
And what he was about to see held his attention, much to the detriment of his driving....
Candy took her brother by the wrist and yanked his hand up under her skirt.
She didn't have any panties on. She often neglected to wear underwear because it gave her a real kick to cross her legs and flash her pussy in the classroom. Pricks always rose around her like a picket fence-and a few good looking girls were seen to lick their lips, as well.
Dan began to stroke her pussy-slot and rub her clit. Then he tilted his wrist and slipped three fingers up into his sister's juicy fuck-hole.
"Ummmmm!" she sighed, wriggling on the seat and grinding her cunt on his hand.
Dan finger-fucked her with a slow steady motion, wiping the edge of his thumb against her clit as he sank his digits up her cunt-hole.
Her pussy sucked and squished, pulling on his probing fingers like a Chinese finger trap. He pulled the hem of her skirt up above her hips and gazed down.
Dan liked to see what he was doing.
The driver liked to see it, too.
The school bus driver, a big-eared, moon-eyed fellow named Tucker, gaped at the image in the wing mirror and shook his head in amazement. The bus was veering around a bit, but none of the kids seemed to notice that the driver was it distracted. Tucker was drooling and his jaw hung open and his big eyes popped out like hard-boiled eggs.
His cock rose up in his lap like an extra gearshift and jolted like a shock absorber.
Those two kids always got on the bus together and, although he didn't know their names, Tucker had always assumed they were brother and sister.
Now he decided they must only be neighbors.
Because it wasn't possible that a brother and sister would do a thing like this....
"Do me, too, Sis!" Dan rasped.
Candy willingly reached down and began to open her brother's fly, drawing the zipper down and then reaching into his jeans and hauling his equipment out, balls and prick all in one heavy handful.
She held his cum-bags in her palm for a moment, lifting as if weighing them on a scale. She was impressed. She knew he had dumped a couple of loads into their mother already that morning, but his balls were solid with more of that sweet sibling spunk.
Her hand slid up and curled around his cockshaft and she began to beat his meat. Simply frigging each other off wouldn't have been very exciting, had they been in private, but doing it right on the school bus made it a kinky kick.
The risk of discovery and disgrace added a thrilling element of danger, made it a gamble that turned her on. Of course, she wasn't as worried about being caught as most kids would be in similar circumstances.
What would they do?
Tell her mother?
She would have giggled at the idea, except she had begun to pant too heavily as Dan's stiff fingers rammed knuckles-deep into her creamy cunt-hole and his huge cock throbbed vibrantly in her palm.
They were both looking down, watching as they frigged each other. Dan's fingers pushed in, and as they drew out, her pussy lips clung to them, distending and sucking. Her clit was smoldering like a fuse.
As Candy's fist pulled up, she rolled Dan's foreskin over the ledge of his prick-knob like a fleshy carpet. And as she pumped back down towards the root, that purple slab of slick meat gleamed.
The heel of her hand bumped against his balls on the deft downstroke, and his cock-head came squeezing out from between her thumb and index finger. His piss-hole was open and dribbling pre-cum plentifully.
Cunt-juice was oozing from her fuck-hole and lathering her groin, soaking down into the crack of her squirming ass. A dark, damp, sticky patch spread out on the seat.
Candy raised her knees. Dan's heels drummed on the floor of the bus. Her sleek thighs rippled and his leaped with sinew. They brushed their mouths together, kissing for a moment, but then both looked down again, more interested in the action in their groins than in kissing.
"Let's cream together, Danny!" she whimpered.
He groaned and humped, driving his cock through her skimming fist. The hot cock-meat hissed and the dark vein writhed like a serpent. Globs of pre-cum were oozing out, soaking his cock-head and greasing up his cock-stalk.
"Gonna blow my wad, Sis!" he croaked.
Candy let herself go and her pussy turned to a creamy caldron in his hand. Cunt-cum gushed out.
A split second later, Dan moaned and his balls burst. A jizz jet shot straight up from his towering cock like an oil gusher coming in. The cum damned near reached the roof of the bus, hung suspended in a creamy cloud for a moment, then came floating back down as he shot another spurt up.
He kept on finger-fucking her cunt-hole and thumping her exploding clit and she kept on pumping his prick as they frigged each other through the spasms of their simultaneous sibling orgasms.
Dan slumped back, panting.
Candy gave his prick a last stroke and a squeeze. Then she drew her cummy hand away and brought it up to her mouth.
Purring like a kitten at a cream bowl, Candy began to lap her brother's jizz from her palm and fingers. He, in turn, lifted his hand out of her groin and licked her cunt-cum up enthusiastically.
Second-hand juice, delivered by hand, wasn't nearly as delicious as when they drank it right out of each other's creaming cunt and spurting prick.
But it was a kinky sort of kick, considering they were on a public school bus.
And the driver certainly thought so, too.
Candy smoothed her skirt down and then carefully tucked her brother's cock and balls away and zipped his jeans up.
His cock was still stiff, and her pussy was still simmering.
The thought of sitting in school, on her burning pussy, didn't thrill Candy at all. And Dan knew damned well he would be hiding a hard-on behind his school books as he walked from class to class.
"Let's skip school!" she suggested.
"You wanna?" he asked eagerly.
"Yeah! We can walk back home. Mom won't mind. Anyway, if we sneak into the house real quiet, maybe we can catch her using her new fuck-stick, huh?"
"Yeah!" he enthused. "We can spy on her for a while-then I can take over."
"And she can screw me with it and I'll sit on her face and-oh, shit-we can have a fucking ball!"
There was no way that those kids could have sat through school on Mother's Day Monday.
When the bus pulled up, miraculously intact and unwrecked, in front of the Elmville School, Candy and Dan got off with the others. They followed the line moving towards the building, looking innocent. Then, giggling gaily, they peeled off and cut across the lawn. They headed back the way the bus and brought them, side by side.
Dan's prick was jutting lewdly in the front of his jeans, and he was walking like a cowboy with his thighs bowed around his balls.
Candy's pussy was simmering in her crotch, squishing with every stride, and cunt-juice was seeping in pearly ribbons down the insides of her legs.
The kids couldn't wait to get home.
Hurrying, it didn't take them very long.
But it took long enough so that their father, along with two very enthusiastic young basketballs players, arrived at the house shortly before they did.
The Carlyle kids were going to have quite a show to spy on....
As soon as all of the students had left the bus, Tucker drove off towards the parking area. He was sweating and his hands fumbled on the gearshift and steering wheel. He pulled over and parked well to the back.
He looked around guiltily. Then he looked in the wing mirror again, remembering how that young girl's pussy had looked as she juiced off. Tucker had never seen anything as creamy and mouth-watering as that reflection had been. And although he was desperate to beat his meat and empty his balls, his tongue was as hot as his prick.
He got up from the driver's seat awkwardly, nearly thrown off balance by the weight of his hard-on as it cantilevered out from his crotch. He opened his fly and released his prick, but didn't begin to jack off yet. Leaving his cock sticking out, he staggered down the aisle to the back of the bus and dropped down before the seat that the naughty kids had occupied.
The residue remained.
Two slimy pools glistened on the seat as evidence that he hadn't imagined it, cummy clues proving their transgressions had not been only in his fevered mind.
Tucker studied those congealing puddles thoughtfully. The sexy girl had creamed off as lavishly as the big-pricked boy had and Tucker, not experienced in such judgments, couldn't tell one pool from the other. They were dripping from the edge of the seat and merging together at the perimeter.
Tucker wanted to make sure he lapped from the right pond.
He summoned up a mental image of how the two kids had been seated. It was all clear as crystal in his mind, the sort of thing that he would remember forever, a vision indelibly stamped on his mind.
The nubile girl had been sitting on the right.
Tucker lowered his flushed face and began to lap up the juicy seepage from the right-hand puddle, supposing he was tasting cunt-cream as he began to beat his meat.
But Tucker had miscalculated.
Seen in the mirror, their images had been reversed, of course.
Tucker was lapping from the wrong cum-pool.
But it was an honest mistake .
CHAPTER NINE
After the kids left for school, Cynthia spent a few minutes fooling around with her new dildo. But then she put it away, not wanting her husband to find it and wonder where it had come from. She fully intended to get Duncan involved in the family fun eventually, but she wanted to choose the right time and place.
She sprawled out naked on the living room couch and waited, and soon Duncan returned-accompanied by two tall, athletic young men who should have been in school but were about to get lessons never learned in a classroom.
"Holy shit!" Jake gulped, when he saw the voluptuous blonde waiting so immodestly.
Billy, who had never seen a naked woman in the flesh, was even more profoundly affected. It had seemed almost too good to be true and now that they found that Duncan was genuine as well as generous, they glanced at him gratefully. Duncan looked smug and self-satisfied.
"For me, darling?" Cynthia purred.
"Yeah, baby-two horny boys who need to use you for a fucking cum-bucket," he rasped.
The boys were astonished to hear that, supposing she would be insulted.
But Cynthia, who loved to be called a cum bucket as well as be used for one, smiled.
She looked from boy to boy. One was dark and one fair, but she found them equally desirable-and the cock-bulges in their basketball shorts appeared equivalent.
"Well, boys?" she said, mockingly.
Jake reacted first, starting to strip.
Billy looked almost reluctant, because he was shy.
Duncan crossed the room and took a seat close to the couch, just like a theater patron getting seated before the curtain rose.
Jeez, is he gonna watch? Billy wondered. Still, he had supplied the woman and it seemed that he was entitled to observe if he wanted to. This was no time to be hesitant, and Billy began to undress, too.
Soon, both boys were naked.
"Oooooooh-thank you, darling," Cynthia said to Duncan. "What lovely young men. They're both hung like horses! What a fucking treat!"
Jake moved toward her. Billy hung back nervously and Cynthia batted her eyes at him enticingly. He looked timid and delightfully innocent.
"Are you shy?" she purred.
"Aw, Billy's a virgin," Jake said, thinking that his relative experience would be a benefit, not realizing that a woman like Cynthia would be far more fascinated by young virgin cock than by experience.
"Oooooh! Are you, Billy?" she squealed.
He blushed and nodded, hoping with all his heart that his virginity would not prove to be any reason not to lose that same condition.
"I adore cherry cum," Cynthia moaned.
Jake looked aghast, and Billy grinned happily with the sudden revelation.
She beckoned to him, and the blond youth moved up beside his companion. They stood side by side before her as she sprawled wantonly on the couch, their pricks level with her face.
"What do you think, darling?" she said to Duncan. "Should I swallow his cherry load?"
"Yeah, baby-suck him off for starters!" that ardent observer enthused.
Jack groaned as he realized that he would have to wait his turn and Billy, growing more bold, shoved his loins out towards her willing face.
Billy's purple cock-head was flaring in a fat slab, greasy with pre-cum. The thought that he was about to get his first blow-job was exciting. He could hardly believe it. His mind was in turmoil and he wondered if this was all some vicious plot, if Jake had arranged it maybe, if
[At this point in the pocketbook, LLP reprinted chapters seven through nine (apparently those were on pages 97 through 128). In exchange, the publisher did not print chapters ten through twelve. The reprinted portions of chapters seven through nine have not been reproduced here.]
her sizzling shit-chute.
Both boys stopped shooting off as they had begun, at the same time, having topped her cunt and ass up with equal amounts of cum.
Billy sprawled out on the floor, his arms and legs spread out as if he were crucified by his cumming. Jake slumped over her haunches like a gargoyle mounted on a smooth flying buttress.
Cynthia continued to jerk and squirm between the boys as she milked out the last gooey drops from their piss-holes and worked off the last spasms of her pleasure.
Billy was pinned under her, panting. Jake began to drag his cock out of her ass. Her asshole clung to his soiled prick, pulling out as he withdrew. His cock-knob stuck in her shit socket for a moment, then popped out. His cock swayed up and down for a moment, then dropped down his lean thigh like a felled tree.
Billy's prick was softening in her cunt.
Cynthia pulled her pussy up slowly and dismounted from the boy's spent cock.
Billy's prick stood upright for a second, quivering like a shaking aspen in a storm. Then it sank down and lay back on his belly.
Billy was a virgin no more.
And he no longer had a hard-on, either.
The basketball players were finished, and Duncan was ready for his marital rights, gazing worshipfully at his curvaceous wife's spunk soaked body.
Cynthia gave him an impish, flirtatious look, wriggling her lovely ass.
Jizz trickled into her gooey groin and mingled with the stream of cum oozing like melted pearls from her cunt-slot.
Duncan gazed at her hungrily, licking his lips at the erotic banquet she had prepared for his lunch.
But she decided to give him one last look as a sort of sexual encore-and get her mouth slimed up again, as well, in the progress.
She dropped her tawny head over Billy's loins and slowly slurped his limp prick into her mouth, sucking the cunt-cum and jizz from the cock-meat as it snaked about in her lips, turned into her cheeks, rolled lifelessly on her lapper.
She pulled his cock from her mouth and kissed his deflated balls lovingly, as if showing her gratitude for all the lovely cum that they had supplied her.
Then she twisted around and, lying face up, squirmed up to Jake.
He was kneeling and his cock was drooping down, the knob pointed at the floor and dripping and the long, limp stalk all soiled from her shit-chute.
She slid under his hanging prick and opened her mouth, letting his cock-meat sink in like a plumb line. She greedily sucked the cum and ass juice from his prick as her husband gazed on in obvious approval.
Now that his prick was limp as a noodle and his balls, were empty and slack, Jake thought she was disgusting for sucking a prick that had just been up her ass.
Billy figured she was a real dirty broad, too.
They still wondered if Duncan was a pervert.
Then he said something that astounded them.
"You kids better leave now," he told them. "I want to be alone-with my wife!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Your wife! Holy shit!" Jake gulped.
What kind of deviate was this guy?
Billy was just as amazed.
But what did basketball players know about such things? How could silly youths comprehend the finer points of passion, the more exotic varieties of wedded bliss?
At least Duncan wasn't a fag-and they had both gotten laid to their cocks' content.
They dressed quickly, stuffing their limp pricks into their shorts, eyeing Duncan warily, just in case he should suddenly become an irate husband.
Then they headed for the door.
Just outside that door, Dan was kneeling behind his sister's trim little ass, whipping his cock up and down in the tight crack between her smooth ass-cheeks, his balls rolling into her crotch as he jacked up.
They weren't coupled-they were just keeping each other simmering.
Hurriedly, they scrambled down the hallway and ducked under the staircase.
Billy and Jake emerged, shaking their heads, exchanging puzzled looks. They wondered if any of the guys they were going to tell would ever believe that they had actually had such an incredible adventure.
They left by the front door.
Now Duncan was alone with his wife.
But not for long.
Dan and Candy came sneaking right back to the living room door and looked in-waiting for the proper moment to join in the family frolic....
"Was it fun, darling?" Cynthia purred.
"Yeah, baby," Duncan moaned.
"That's the kind of Mother's Day present that I love, darling-putting on a show for you."
Duncan moved over to her and they embraced. He kissed her faithless lips devotedly. He murmured fond words and sucked her lewd lapper, remembering how it had danced so enthusiastically on those young men's cockheads and balls. He licked down her chin where the cummy seepage had overflowed, and lapped in the hollow of her fluttering throat.
She arched her back and he settled onto her tits, tonguing up through the creamy cleavage, mouthing the fat tit-mounds, sucking on the stiff nipples.
She stroked his cheek and cradled his head to her tits as he paid oral homage to that magnificent, voluptuous body that had been cheating on him.
Duncan moved on down her glistening belly, his tongue darting here and there. He lapped at her belly button and slid from hip to hip. His tongue began to whip through the curls of her tawny cunt-bush.
Cynthia spread her thighs.
But her husband wasn't ready for the main course yet. Her whole body had been used by others, and now he was paying attention to all of her, going around the world.
He licked down one shapely thigh and calf and ankle. He sucked her wriggling toes one by one. He switched to the other foot and worked his way back up. Her thighs were parted wide, but he halted short of her crotch.
With his head between her knees, he stared at her gaping pussy in hungry anticipation. She had been fucked twice. Her cunt was open wide and cum was pouring lavishly out.
Her groin seemed to have been glazed by fuck-slime. Her clit was standing out, stiff and swollen, coated with cum, looking like a sugared gumdrop.
Still he hesitated, teasing her cunt and his own hot tongue by the delay.
Taking her by her lush hips, he gently turned her over. Cynthia knelt on the floor, her head down on the carpet and her ass hiked up to the highest point of her posture. He opened her firm ass-cheeks with his hands.
Her asshole was open and dribbling cum.
Duncan stirred up her musky ass-crack with his lapper, then went to work on her cummy asshole, stabbing his tongue up the tight slot and sucking on the puckered ass-ring.
"Ummmmmm!" she purred as her loving spouse snacked on her shitter with gusto.
He held her hips, stroked up her flanks, reached under her to massage her tits. His mouth munched merrily away on her well fucked ass. He was whimpering as he relished the appetizer of her adulteress asshole.
Duncan lingered at her ass for a while, whetting his appetite, his memory flashing with fevered images of how she had been taking teenaged cock up her shit-chute and cunt-hole at the same time.
She had been the centerpiece of a cluster-fuck, and now her whole body was a feast laid out for his delight.
After a while, he drew back. Her asshole was still open and glistening, but with only his saliva now. He gave the tart, tangy bud another slurp, then turned her over onto her back again.
She lay back, arching her body. Her knees lifted up and her legs opened wide.
She tilted her cum-drenched pussy up invitingly.
"Eat my pussy, darling," she sighed. "It's a naughty pussy, isn't it? My cunt cheats on you. But you love to watch me do it, don't you?"
He slid closer to her pussy. The heat of that furry furnace wafted into his face and he breathed in deeply, inhaling the fumes of her well-fucked cunt.
"Lick my hot pussy!" she begged.
Duncan began to lap at her frenzied clit, and Cynthia shuddered. He concentrated on her clit for a few moments, then licked up her unfurled cunt-lips and slurped in her sodden fuck-slot. His head rose and fell as he lapped up and down through her crotch, sweeping his nimble tongue from the crack of her ass to the top of her cunt-slit.
He tongue-fucked into her seething cunt-hole.
Then he began to suck, as well. His mouth filled up with sweet fuck-slime. His head turned from side to side like a terrier shaking a wet rat.
Cynthia mopped his face with her cunt-muff, her ass jumping up and down. Her thighs closed around his head for a moment. Then she drew her knees up to her tits, curling up like a hedgehog. Her cunt tilted up and his head plunged down on it.
He was moaning with muff diver's passion as he ate away in that deliciously flavored fuckhole. Her cunt was an exquisitely prepared feast, spiced and sauced to perfection. Duncan was gobbling on her gash like a glutton, yet savoring it as a gourmet. His mouth kept filling up with the cuckold-cream.
Cynthia rolled her hips and pumped her pelvis as she ground her pussy on his plating lips and probing lapper. Her feet kicked in the air and drummed on his back.
Pussy-juice spilled down her crotch and Duncan ducked down to lap it back up, then clamped his lips on her cunt-slot again. His mouth was open wide, covering her cunt, sucking slot and clit at once.
Her cunt-juices flowed faster and thicker.
She whimpered and whined, her whole body vibrating to the surging thrill.
"Drink me, darling!" she moaned.
Her cunt melted in his mouth and Duncan sucked and swallowed with joy, draining her off, savoring every delicious drop of her sweet woman-jizz.
Cynthia held at the heights for a long while, then sank back, smiling dreamily. Her head turned slowly from side to side. Duncan kept on sucking, making sure he had it all.
Then, as her face twisted, Cynthia suddenly blinked-as she saw Dan and Candy out in the hallway.
Dan's cock was in his little sister's hand, standing like a bludgeon from her small fist. He was steadily fucking three fingers up her pussy.
Cynthia began to grin.
She had been meaning to get Duncan involved in the family fun, and now seemed the ideal opportunity. When better than this Mother's Day celebration?
If it made her husband so horny to watch her fuck and suck with strangers, she could well imagine how it would arouse him to see her fuck with their own kids!
Duncan used his tongue to slurp up the last drops of her creaming. Then he rose. His prick was pounding and he was about to mount her and shove it into her hot, wet cunt for a frantic fucking.
But Cynthia wanted his cock to stay stiff and his balls to remain desperate to be drained.
"Suck me a bit longer, darling," she sighed.
He was surprised, knowing that she had already creamed. Usually she was eager for his cock after she had melted in his mouth. But he had never in his life passed up a request to dine on her pussy, and he willingly dove on her again.
She stirred sinuously against him as he began to French kiss her fuck-hole again.
"Darling-am I a good wife?" she whispered.
"Umphhhh," came his muffled reply.
"And-a good mother?"
Something in her tone registered on him. With the lower half of his face buried in her vee, he looked up and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
From the corners of her eyes, Cynthia saw the kids exchange glances.
"Do I mother our kids good?" Cynthia asked, her voice all husky and suggestive. "Do I treat Dan and Candy as well as I treat you, darling?"
He said nothing, waiting to see where this line of talk was leading. His eyes were fixed on her face as he continued to suck on her cunt.
"Have you guessed?" she sighed.
"Tell me," he rasped in her pussy.
"I've been fucking our son, darling," she moaned.
Duncan's eyes gleamed and his tongue seemed to explode in her cunt-hole, plunging as deep as it would go and turning fiery hot and vibrant.
Cynthia saw that she didn't have to worry about Duncan's reactions to her confession.
"I suck him off and fuck him all the time," she sighed. "And Candy and I eat each other out, too-and those naughty kids fuck each other a lot--"
Duncan's tongue was going crazy and his neglected prick was hammering savagely. His fevered imagination was melting his mind.
"Do you mind, darling?" she purred.
"Hell, no!" he gurgled.
"Would you like to fuck your daughter?"
"Yeah!" he gasped.
"Would you like to fuck her right now?" He looked puzzled.
Cynthia smiled toward the doorway.
And the kids came walking in, stark naked....
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Duncan looked amazed. He felt like he had stroked a magic lamp and a genie had jumped out to grant his wishes, to gratify his darkest desires.
He had thought so often about fucking his little daughter and had flashed his bare prick at her so frequently that now the reality of her presence had a dream-like quality.
He had no qualms at all.
His wife had already corrupted the kids, to their evident delight-and why shouldn't their father reap the benefits?
Cynthia held out her hand to Dan, and the naked boy walked up, his big prick looming before him. His cock-meat was slick with saliva, and Duncan knew that Candy must have been sucking his cock as they played the peepers.
Cynthia leaned up and gave her son's cockhead a suck, then drew him down onto the floor. He lay back with his hard-on jutting up. She bent over him and sucked on the prick-knob again, then shifted across and mounted him.
"Watch, darling," she purred, glancing at her husband.
Duncan was most certainly going to watch.
Cynthia fitted her fuck-slot to Dan's bulging cock-knob and slid down slowly, taking that incestuous insertion up into her pussy inch by inch.
His cock disappeared and her ass rested on his balls as she squatted down all the way.
She looked over her shoulder at her husband and began to fuck up and down on her son's prick joyfully.
Duncan was so thrilled by seeing this that, for the moment, he forgot all about his own desperate prick and tortured balls-and that his sweet little daughter was also there with them.
"Watch me, too, Daddy!" Candy chirped.
The nubile nymphette sank to the floor behind her mother's churning ass. She knew now that Daddy loved to watch his wife being naughty and knew that he would enjoy seeing his little girl perform, too.
On her hands and knees, Candy began to lick up the crack of her mother's ass.
Duncan knelt beside her, staring in awe as her pink tongue dipped into Cynthia's ass-crack. He looked so excited that the girl giggled. He saw her rimming his wife's shit-hole and his son's prick fucking in and out of the wicked woman's cunt-hole as she rode up and down.
Candy reached out and took Daddy's big prick in her hand, drawing it toward her face. Her head turned and she slipped the collar of her lips over his huge prick-knob.
Duncan was so turned on that his cock gave a mighty jolt and his climax exploded instantly.
His fatherly fuck-juice streamed into his daughter's willing mouth.
"Ulphhhhh-ooooooh! I'm drinking Daddy's jizz, Mommy!" the saucy girl whimpered, sputtering as more hot, thick cum pumped into her throat.
"Yes, darling-swallow it all," Cynthia urged, as if giving maternal advice on nutrition.
Duncan emptied off plentifully and his cumbags caved in-then ballooned again, instantly.
A single cumming had not even made a dent in the intensity of his fuck-lust.
Candy milked the last drops out, then turned and resumed rimming out her mother's asshole. Her face slid down into the woman's crotch and her lapper began to dart and dance around, licking at the coupling, tonguing at the edges of cunt and cock.
Kneeling behind his still-rampant cock, Duncan watched Candy lick her mother and brother at the same time.
Dan's cock emerged, glistening. Candy licked the cunt-juice from his fucker and slurped on his balls at the base. Then Cynthia's pussy pushed down, enveloping Dan's cock-meat again, and Candy lapped at her stuffed cunt-slot.
"Yummy!" Candy sighed.
The girl loved sucking her brother's cock and adored eating out her mother's wet cunt. And tasting both in conjunction had transported her to rapture-especially with the sweet flavor of her father's fuck-juice still coating her tongue.
She fucked her tongue into Cynthia's cunt, frigging in and out in tandem with Dan's prick. Then she fitted her lips to the underside of his cock-shaft. Her brother was fucking through her mouth as he sank in and pulled out of their mother's sucking cunt-hole. His cock-lance came out drenched with pussy-cream and went back in soaked with saliva.
Candy was on her knees, her head lowered into her mother's groin and her adorable ass hiked up.
It didn't escape her daddy's notice that the nubile young lady just happened to have assumed the dog-fucking position.
He shuffled up behind her and guided his cock-head into her smoldering pussy-slot. His cock-head bulged and throbbed in the soaking portals of her pussy.
"Oooooh! Shove your prick up me, Daddy!" she cried, mouthing the wanton words on cock and cunt.
Duncan shoved his prick balls-deep up into his little girl's fuck-hole, making her gasp with joy. His cock was even bigger than her brother's. It made her feel like a virgin again, as his cock-head probed into unexplored territory, taking her secondary cherry.
"Fuck me like a dog, Daddy!" she whined.
Grunting and groaning, Duncan began to pour the prick to his daughter's pussy.
He held her by the hips and leaned over her shoulder, still watching her lick and suck in Cynthia's crotch as he fucked her steadily.
Cynthia began to cream on Dan's rampant prick.
The boy gave a strangled gasp as he peaked, and his jizz jetted up into her cunt-hole in a gooey geyser.
Cunt-cum and boy-cum poured from her pussy in a blended sauce, and Candy lapped it up ecstatically. Her own hot little pussy began to melt on her father's big prick.
"Cum in me, Daddy-jizz my cunt!" she cried.
Swallowing sibling slime and mother's muff milk together, she was yearning to feel her father spurt his steaming cum-load into her creaming cunt-hole.
Then Duncan soared to the heights and his jism rocketed into his daughter's steaming fuckhole, filling her pussy as she greedily filled her belly at the other end.
They all came together, and it lasted for a long time-and it wasn't long at all before they did it again.
The kids skipped school the next day, too.
They called it Mother's Day Tuesday.
Candy was looking ahead happily to the future.
Father's Day would be coming up soon.
And she couldn't help but wonder what family fireworks the Fourth of July would bring....
