Lips tenderly nibbled at Terry's throat, working their way up to his chin. He felt the girl's body squirming against him, and became aware of her incredible hot softness of her breast against his bare arm. Her thigh stroked his legs ... her knee touched his aching cock ... her hands went up and down his hard shaft ... her pace quickened as he became lost in his building lust.
Terry's trip was proving to be more than just interesting, with Tina tantalizing him with every move of her voluptuous body-and every sensuous caress she gave him.
CHAPTER ONE
The rowboat floated lightly on the glass-slick surface of the lake. Jason Carlyle drew the hat down lower over his eyes, shielded them from the hot morning sun. He was sitting, half-reclined, in the bottom of the boat. He had one cushion under his ass, another angled against the seat for his spine. The line from his fishing rod curved gracefully into the dead calm water.
Tina Carlyle was facing the bow and was leaning back against the same center seat. Her cushions were arranged the same way. Her face was shaded by a large, floppy straw hat. When she shifted, the rocking of the boat sent a series of ripples across the smooth lake. The slight twitch of her line triggered small ripples that meshed and crossed the bigger waves from the sides of the rowboat.
"Hot," Tina commented sleepily.
"Very," her father agreed.
"Good day to get a suntan," Tina went on. "For a change."
"Yep," Jason answered.
"Too bad we didn't wear our suits."
"It was stupid," Jason said.
"Dumb," Tina agreed.
They subsided into silence again. A slight, wayward current of air-too feeble to be called a breeze or to dry their sweat-brought the thick rich scent of the forest with it. The twittering of birds could be heard faintly from the half-mile-distant shore.
"Place is deserted," Jason pointed out. "We could strip down to our skivvies . .
"Skivvies?"
Jason frowned at the ignorance of the young. "Underwear," he explained. "You do wear underwear, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Tina snorted. "Usually."
"Usually?" Jason felt a stirring in his groin.
"Uh-sometimes I-forget my bra," Tina said, and tensed at the admission.
"Well, that is the fashion these days," Jason grunted.
"I'm wearing one today," Tina noted.
"Oh."
Jason gave his line an experimental twitch. Nothing. Not even a nibble. He became aware of his trousers. They were pulling up into his crotch, binding him. He shifted restlessly, made the boat rock, sent a series of low ripples out across the mirror surface of the lake.
"Why don't we?" Tina asked.
"Why don't we what?"
"Strip down to our skivvies?"
Jason felt his gut tighten further. It was amazing that such an innocent suggestion from his daughter could trigger that reaction. "Makes sense," he agreed. "We're probably the only people for twenty miles."
"Hold this, Daddy," Tina requested, handing him her fishing pole. Jason reached back over his shoulder and took it from her. He felt the boat rock as she sat up. He had an urge to twist and watch his blonde daughter take off her shirt and jeans. Instead, he studied the thickly wooded shoreline.
"Thank you, Daddy," Tina said, taking her fishing pole back and setting herself on her cushions again.
Jason was intensely aware of the heat of her shoulder against his. He glanced at her surreptitiously, took in the smooth line of her slender throat, the curve of her shoulder. The latter was broken by a white bra strap. He caught a glimpse of the white cups of her bra, the firm thrust of her teenage breasts.
"Want me to take yours?" Tina asked.
Jason started nervously. "Take my what?"
"Your pole," Tina answered.
"My pole. My pole? Oh, my fishing rod," Jason stammered, sweating more than the sun could account for.
"Right, Daddy. What kind of a pole did you think I meant?"
Jason didn't answer the question. He was intensely aware of the throbbing pole of his hard-on. He considered staying clothed. Then his discomfort, the heat, and the thought that it had been his idea in the first place, made him decide to strip. If he did stay dressed it would put too much emphasis on the situation. Besides, it was totally innocent. She was his daughter, after all. And lads these days were really pretty casual about their bodies.
"Thanks," he answered, handing her his fishing rod. He sat up and stripped off his tee shirt, and dropped it on the stem seat. Lifting himself onto the center seat, he unfastened his belt, unzipped his fly, and shoved his pants down. The boat rocked dangerously as he lifted off the seat for a moment. He saw Tina glance at him, then look quickly away.
His cock was like a telephone pole in his tight briefs. It was tilted up against his belly. The dusky purple cap protruded from the waistband of his underpants. Nervously, he yanked them up to conceal his dork. "Sorry," he apologized, then cursed himself for drawing more attention to his cock's exposure.
"It's okay," Tina answered. There was a slight tremor in her voice.
He wondered, for the first time in his life, if she was still a virgin. He tried to be realistic about it. How many girls of eighteen were still virgins? He kept shooting surreptitious glances at her, in spite of himself. He hadn't realized how she had matured. The bra was one of those smooth, nude-look ones that cupped and shaped without seams or wires. It wasn't quite translucent. There was a tantalizing bulge of boob beyond the rims of the cups.
Her panties were the same sort of material. Her legs were very long, very slender, and very graceful. She had an even golden tan. A few freckles speckled the upper curves of her breasts and her shoulders.
Kicking out of his pants, he tossed them onto the stem seat. The keys and coins jingled loudly. The noise echoed across the still water. She flashed him a cheery grin. Her eyes skipped over the now hidden tower of his cock as she handed him his rod back. With a sound that was half-grunt, half-sigh, he lowered himself back down onto the cushions. He felt more naked than he did in the shower, somehow.
"Better?" he asked at last.
"Much," she answered.
Silence settled over them as the waves made by their motions faded off into the distance. Jason contemplated his cock and wished that he had worn different underpants. He wished, too, that the underside of his prick wasn't so sensitive. Just the pressure of his briefs was enough to keep his dick stiff and hungry.
It had been too long since he had jerked off. But how the hell could he do it when he was sharing a one-room cabin with his own daughter? The fact that he hadn't had a woman in over two weeks didn't help any, either.
"Too bad Mom and Terry couldn't make it," Tina mused, as if she heard him thinking.
"Yep," he agreed.
"Drat," Tina grunted after a silence so long his cock had had time to wilt a little.
"What's the matter?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Oh." He sighed. "Well, reel in and I'll row us back."
Tina glanced at the distant shore. They hadn't bothered to anchor on the calm, still lake. They had drifted out about a mile. "By the time we got there it'd be too late," she said.
"Oh." Silence. "Well, I guess we've got the whole lake for a toilet," he said eventually.
"True. You-think it's okay," Tina asked hesitantly.
"Sure, why not?"
"Well, okay. Hope the water isn't too cold," she said. She reeled in her line and laid the pole along one side of the boat and tossed her hat into the bow.
Jason looked over, admired the sleek line of her back as she hesitated with her feet dangling over the side. When she pushed off, the boat rocked wildly. She sank into the water with a resounding splash. She gave a whoop of shock and floundered on the surface for a moment.
"What's the matter?"
Tina tried to get all of her body as close to the surface as possible. "The-top six inches-are great!" she panted.
"Cold down deeper, huh?"
"Like ice!"
Jason suddenly remembered what she was in the water for and turned away and tried to look like he was contemplating his fishing line. He was intensely aware of sloshing noises as she treaded water.
"Oh, oh," she said after a few moments.
"What's wrong?"
"I lost my underpants."
"You what?"
"I took them off and they floated away."
Jason turned towards her. She was rotating slowly and peering into the depths. He could see her legs kicking ghostly and gracefully in the clear, green lake water. He wondered why she had taken her underpants off, but didn't ask.
"Well, they're gone now," Tina sighed. She tilted forward, and her pale ass broke the surface. "Brrrr, it's cold!"
"Better come back in the boat," Jason suggested, faying to act calm and mature about it all. His cock was back up to full strength.
"You want to throw me my jeans?" Tina asked.
Jason frowned. "You'd catch cold, sitting around in them all soaking wet. I know the sun is warm, but it isn't that warm." He wondered if he was rationalizing, or if he really meant it. The thought of sharing the boat with his naked daughter made his balls cramp.
"Well, I don't know," Tina said warily.
"I've seen naked women before," Jason pointed out. "I promise not to stare. Honest."
"You are my daddy, after all," Tina mused.
"Give me your hand, before you turn blue with cold," he urged.
Her hand was eager and strong in his. Balancing carefully, he heaved her in over the stem. She rose from the water like a sprite. Her bra was her only garment. And that had become transparent from the soaking.
Feeling the hot sun strike his prickhead as Tina flopped into the boat, Jason reached down to tug the waist of his shorts up again. She was drenching the clothes he had left on the seat.
"Oh, dam it," she grumbled, pushing his pants aside.
"They'll dry, they'll dry," he soothed her. She was huddling on the seat, trying to hide herself from him. "Why don't you go forward again?"
There was an awkward, tottering scramble as she got up and started to ease past him. She had her back to him. At an unexpected lurch of the boat she bent over to catch herself, put one hand on the side. The backwards thrust of her ass caught Jason by surprise. For a moment there was a dizzy whirl of boat, shore, and water, and then he was gasping for breath, floundering in the chill lake. The sight of his fishing rod vanishing into the depths spurred him into a frantic dive after it. His underpants, half down from his tumble off the boat, slithered down his legs, and off his feet just as his fingers closed around the fishing rod. He kicked for the surface.
Tina was leaning anxiously over the side of the boat. Her breasts were rising and falling. She was oblivious to the exposure of her scantily furred pussy as she leaned out and reached for him. "Are you all right, Daddy?"
Jason swam over to the boat and handed her the rod. "I'm fine, but you aren't going to believe this."
"What?" Tina set the rod aside. Her dusky blonde hair was plastered to her head and neck.
Jason looked around, not very hopefully. "I lost my underpants."
"You what?" Tina gasped. Then she began to giggle. Finally, she started to laugh so hard she had to sit down. She straddled the center seat, totally unaware of the blatant exposure of her pussy. The soft labes were visible, the slit, everything. The fact that she wore only a bra increased the impact of the nudity.
"I don't think it's all that funny," Jason growled.
Tina managed to suppress her laughter and change position on the seat. "Oh, Daddy, it is funny!"
"Throw me my pants," he ordered.
"I will not," Tina answered. "The same argument applies to you as applied to me."
He began working his way toward the stem. "I'll get 'em myself," he grumbled.
Tina whirled and grabbed his clothes before he could reach them. "Oh no you don't."
"Tina, this water's cold, dammit."
"So come out of it," she said pertly.
"Tina!"
"Oh, come on, Daddy," Tina snorted with exasperation. "You've seen everything I've got, after all. Don't be a prude."
"I haven't seen everything you have," he retorted. "You still have your bra on."
"That's easy to remedy," Tina sniffed, unhooking it and flipping it away into the lake. The air caught in its cups held it up, made it look like a jelly fish. She sat back. Her firm young boobs were white in the hot sun. Her nipples were a delicate shade of pinkish brown. Her legs were stretched out in front of her. Droplets of water sparkled on her pussy.
Jason knew he was beaten. Grumbling and self-conscious, he heaved himself up out of the water and turned, plopped his wet ass onto the stem seat.
"I'm hungry," Tina said before he had a chance to turn around. "How about some lunch?"
Her totally placid acceptance of the situation boggled Jason's mind. As he turned to face her, she was digging into the cooler, getting out sandwiches and drinks.
"Beer?" she asked.
"Thanks," he answered, taking it from her.
"Can I have one, too?"
"I guess so. But don't tell your mother," he answered, popping the top on his. He was becoming somewhat accustomed to the nudity, but still had one hell of a hard-on. He finally gave up on trying to hide it, and stretched out lazily in the bottom of the boat and leaned against the stem seat facing the bow. Tina faced him and leaned against the center seat.
"Well?" Tina said as they finished their lunch.
"Well what?"
"Am I pretty?" she asked, glancing down at her slender body. Her firm boobs were gleaming in the sun.
Jason felt his throat tighten. "Very," he answered.
"You really think so?"
Jason nodded and killed his beer. "Almost as pretty as your mother."
Tina seemed pleased. "You miss her, don't you?"
"Sure. How'd you guess?"
Tina giggled, and her fingers touched his hard prick. Electricity seemed to flow through him. "It's obvious."
"Don't do that," he granted.
"Why not?" She deliberately touched his cock again.
"It's not right," he answered curtly, pushing her hand away.
"Pooh," Tina sniffed. "I've seen 'em and touched 'em before!"
"What?"
"Some of the guys I've dated have gotten awfully hot and impatient," she explained.
"Just the same ... "Jason started.
"And I know just what to do to cool them down," Tina answered. Her hand had grasped his dork before he knew what was happening. He tried to stop her. He wanted to stop her. But the throbbing knot of hominess in his gut made his muscles useless jelly. The sight of her nude body made the steaming tank of cum in his gut boil over.
"Ah Jesus!" Jason snorted. He reached her hands at last. It was too late. Just as he touched her slender fingers his groin erupted. His cum spouted into the hot summer air. Thick, pearly gray gobbets spurted from his cock, and fell back to sting his prick, to smear her still stroking fingers, to spatter his hard, hairy belly and thighs. His prick throbbed and throbbed as wave after wave of cream flooded over them both.
"Goddammit!" Jason bellowed, furious-but more with himself than with her. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Well, isn't that better?" Tina asked with sweet innocence as she washed her hands in the lake.
"Goddammit!" Jason repeated angrily.
"Oh, Daddy, don't be like that," Tina argued. "I must say, you're the first person I've done it to who has objected."
"Goddammit," Jason went on, like a broken record. "I'm your father, Goddammit!"
"I know that, Daddy," Tina acknowledged placidly. "So what?"
This reduced Jason to sputtering. He had thought that would be self-evident. Finally he attacked from another direction. "Just how many-persons-have you done it to?" he asked, picking the word carefully from the tatters of his thoughts.
"Oh, a few," Tina answered vaguely, reaching back and getting her fishing rod. With a total lack of squeamishness at handling a live worm from the bait can, she carefully baited her hook.
Jason felt as if he were swelling up like a balloon. Afraid he would explode, he lurched up and dove over the side. The shock of the cold water rammed into his gut like an armor-plated fist. He came to the surface with a bellow and inhaled desperately.
Tina flipped her baited hook into the lake on the opposite side of the gently rocking rowboat. "Try not to scare the fish, Daddy," she chided gently.
Jason floated on the surface, tried to stay in the sun-warmed water near the top. Finally, he stroked back to the boat and heaved himself in. He sloshed water over Tina's slender, naked body, spattered her lovely, creamy boobs, flooded her stomach and pale brown muff. The sudden chill made her flinch and gasp.
"Daddy!" she scolded.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" he asked ominously.
"No, why should I?" she replied innocently.
"It-it's not right for you to be naked," Jason answered vaguely.
"Oh, fiddlesticks," she snorted. "Lots of people are nudists."
"Well, we aren't," Jason said, trying to assert his authority.
"Why can't we be?" Tina asked.
"Because."
"Well, I'm going to be," Tina argued.
"Oh no you are not, young lady," Jason growled. He leaned toward her, forgetting for a moment they were in a rowboat.
"Watch out!" Tina warned as the boat lurched. Dropping her fishing rod, she grabbed at him in an effort to steady him. His weight was too much for her and he pitched head first past her and over the side. As she tried to catch him, she leaned over too far herself, and followed him in with a mighty splash.
For a moment they tangled under the surface in a welter of arms and legs. The warm touch of his daughter's naked body against his felt like hot satin. They separated and burst to the surface, gasping for breath.
Tina looked at him. Her hair was hanging over her face like she was a sodden sheepdog. She parted her dusky blonde locks around her nose and eyes, and began to giggle. Jason snorted, then began to laugh. She and the situation in general were both ridiculous. The tension boiled out of him in rich, belly-aching guffaws that echoed across the deserted lake.
Every time their laughter started to fade, one or the other of them would grin and they would be off again. Finally, they were reduced to weak gasps, and were hanging on to each other for support. Jason realized suddenly that a breeze had sprung up and looked around for the boat. It was scudding away from them, and away from where they were camped.
"The boat!" he yelled, striking out after it. The chase turned into an impromptu father-daughter race. Tina's more skilled stroke made it an even contest in spite of his greater strength. They touched the boat almost together.
"Look out for the fishing line," he warned, indicating her trailing rod. "I'll hang on at the bow to balance things while you climb in over the stern."
In a few moments they were back on board. Tina sat in the bow, the sun glittering on the water dotting her naked flesh. Her nipples were stiff, eager little raisins from the chill. Jason's balls were clutched up tight in his groin, trying to get warm.
"Well, so much for our clothes," Tina noted, staring at the sodden mess swirling around in the bottom of the boat.
Jason studied the sopping tangle. "Yeah," he sighed. "You're right."
Tina reached for her fishing pole. "Really, Dad, doesn't it make sense to stay this way? After all, what more do we have to hide?"
Jason started to point out the dangers and then decided not to. He reached for his own pole and baited the hook with a fresh worm. "Drop the anchor over, will you? Otherwise we'll have to row clear across the lake to get home."
He kept studying his naked daughter as she sat in the water-logged rowboat. She was leaning back, letting the sun bake her slender frame. She was totally casual about being naked with him. He wondered if maybe this wasn't better than his own inhibited upbringing. He remembered his furtive education into the mysteries of naked girls-the pictures and magazines he had bought on his overseas tour in the Army, the whores he had visited, and the shots he had taken as a result. This here was somehow clean, and, well, maybe not innocent, but comfortable, at least.
He tried to ignore the gentle warmth in his groin that the sight of her triggered. She was the living image of her mother at a younger age. His cock began to swell and stiffen as he eyed her. She looked like she was asleep. He hoped she was. That way she wouldn't see his hard-on.
"Enjoying the view?" Tina asked, not lifting her head.
Jason flinched, and flushed. "Tina!" he growled.
"Oh, come on, Daddy! I'm flattered is all," she answered. "I'm proud you find me-interesting. I'm kind of skinny compared to Mommy."
"I wouldn't say that," Jason grumbled.
"Well, anyway, I'm glad you like looking at me. Whoops! I've got a bite!"
Jason reached for the net as she played the fish. Her pole bent as the line cut sharply through the water. She worked the fish carefully. In a few minutes Jason was leaning over the side and scooping the net under a fine catch. Just as he boated it, his own pole gave a jerk and almost went over the side. Leaving Tina to cope with her flopping catch, he concentrated on his own. He brought it in just as Tina appeared beside him with the net. She leaned against him, warm and enticing and affectionate, and scooped the fish into the net.
"Here, let me do that," she offered, taking the fish from him and dislodging the hook with a deft twist of her fingers. Then she ran the line through the gills and let their future supper drop into the lake. "How about it, should we try for more?" she asked.
Jason looked at the sun and then shook his head. "No, it's late. Besides, this is more than enough for supper for just the two of us."
In a few moments the anchor was in and Jason was bending back to the oars. Tina sat in the stern, between his spread and braced feet. Her wide, floppy hat emphasized her graceful nudity. She watched him pulling hard for the shore working against the gentle afternoon breeze.
"Enjoying the view?" he taunted.
"I sure am!"
"An old codger like me?"
"You're not old," she countered. "And you've got yummy muscles. And nice legs." She gently stroked one of his thighs. His cock responded with perverse eagerness.
"Cut that out," he snorted, not breaking his stroke.
"Oh, pooh," Tina said. "I think it's flattering." She reached out one slender, graceful foot and touched his swelling cock, teased it with her toe.
"Goddammit," Jason warned her as his prick swelled eagerly.
"Okay, okay," Tina sighed, drawing her foot back. She didn't stop staring at his cock.
Jason brought them up to the rickety dock and pulled the oars into the boat. In a moment he had the rope fastened to a post. Wearily, but trying not to show the ache in his shoulders, he tossed their soaked clothes to the dock, then lifted out the cooler and fishing gear.
""Better bail out now," he griped.
"I'll clean the fish," Tina said.
Jason was intrigued to find that his cock got limper as he worked. Tina sat on the dock gutting the fish with quick slashes of her knife. As he dipped the water out of the boat with the rusty coffee tin, Jason found himself admiring her from a purely esthetic viewpoint. Her flesh took on a healthy, ruddy glow as the sun swelled and turned a rich orange on the far side of the lake.
"Going to be warm tonight," Tina noted, finishing the second fish.
"Yep," Jason agreed, putting the empty can over one of the dock poles.
"I'm glad. I hate the thought of having to put clothes on," Tina said as she got to her feet.
Jason imagined having his body tangled in clothing and found the idea vaguely disgusting. He admitted silently to himself that there were some dangers to nudity, but after all, she was his daughter. "Yeah, me too," he agreed as he followed her up the twisting path to the cabin. He couldn't help noticing the graceful motion of her firm ass as she picked her way over the rocks.
That night, under the golden glow of the kerosene lantern, they sat nude at their supper of fish and home fries and beer. He felt a deep, warm contentment settling into his bones, felt the tensions that had made this vacation so vital melting away. Neither of them mentioned their nudity again, nor the absence of Janet and Tina's brother Terry.
It was as he was helping Tina with the dishes that Jason felt the slow growth of another kind of tension between them. Working close together at the sink, he found himself brushing against her in spite of himself. She would reach across in front of him, and each touch of her arm sent an electric jolt through him. Or he would reach over, and her breast would touch his arm, remind him of her softness and warmth.
His cock began to respond. A hot, heavy weight was building in his gut. He remembered the spurting release her hand had triggered that morning, and felt his dick dribble.
Tina reached behind him, and her warm body pressed against him for a fleeting moment. His blood pressure soared when her muff gently brushed his naked thigh. A heavy crockery cup slipped through his soapy fingers, splashed back into the sink, and spattered him with suds.
Before he could do anything, Tina had the towel and was mopping his horniness-tightened gut off. He knew she was looking at his thrusting cock, and felt a lust-shudder rock him to the foundations. He felt the gentle stroking of the towel, saw the alert erection of her nipples.
His hand lifted as if he had no conscious control of it, and gently touched one of her soft globes. She froze, and the towel slipped from her fingers. It hung for a moment on his thrusting cock, then dragged his lust lever down, and dropped to the floor. Tina stood very, very still as he fingered the nubbin of her tit.
Sweating, he dragged his hand away from her boob.
"Oh, Daddy," Tina whispered, slipping into his arms, pressing her slender, lithe body against his. The touch of her cushiony breasts, and her belly, and her pussy, was enough to blister away the inhibitions, and leave his animal core laid bare. His arms went around her, his lips came down on hers, and his tongue raped her mouth. She ground her body against his. His cock was a rigid, iron-hard bar between them.
Breaking the lass, Jason swept one arm behind her and scooped her up as if she weighed nothing at all. In three steps he had crossed to the double bed he normally shared with her mother, his wife.
He laid her down, and for a few moments stood towering over her, studying her as she lay on her back. Her chest rose and fell with deep, excited breaths. The kerosene light made her breasts cast long shadows. Her belly was sucked in, hollowed by her horniness. Which made the rise of her sex mound all the more prominent and exciting.
His cock drooled a hot, stinging drop from its tip. He. was balanced on the knife edge. He was trying to tear himself away from her, trying to break the invisible cords of lust that were dragging him to her.
Tina looked at him. Her eyes were glittering with tears of love and desperation and hope. "Please," she whimpered. He knew she didn't mean "please go away."
It was the final straw. He sank down beside her on the bed. His hand reached out and covered one of her warm, soft boobs. The nipple tried to dig through his palm as he mashed the mound against her ribs. He lowered his lips to hers again, and this time it was her tongue that raped his mouth. Her hand fumbled blindly, then clutched his hard cock.
Jason squirmed and turned and lay down beside her without breaking the kiss or his grasp on her boob. He thumbed her tit as their tongues tangled. Their lips mashed sloppily, and their teeth clashed as they tried to devour each other.
His hand dragged away from her tit and slid down her torso. She whimpered deep in her throat and her gut sucked in reflexively. His palm curled over the fuzzy mound of her pussy. He felt her thighs spread as his fingers pushed downwards into her humid nook.
They kept the kiss locked as if they were afraid to break it. Her hips began to hump as he pressed her mound. He felt the soft squishiness of her pussy flesh squirm over the hard arch of her pubis. His fingers probed into the soft hollow where her cunt opened, and one finger slithered into her slit.
She was hot, slick, and soaking wet. He parted her sloppy, slippery petals with his finger. He probed, sank his finger into her cunt. She groaned and humped in response. A second finger stretched her pussy walls, violated her juicy hole.
Tina was the one who broke the kiss. It was as if all the link she needed now was his hand in her sex. "Ahhhh, God," she sighed, her bare breasts glittering in the lamplight.
"Virgin?" he asked gently, uncertain of the message from his fingers.
Tina nodded tensely as her head rolled with hominess. "Be gentle," she moaned through gritted teeth.
Jason knew he should escape, tear himself off her, run out into the night. Instead, he drew his fingers out of her and slid his body over hers. She spread her thighs and formed a cradle for his hips. His cock found the hot nest of her cunt, poked at it. She pried both hands down between them and shifted his dick tip to its target.
Instinct made his hips thrust, and his mind made him restrain the rutting drive. He felt her flinch, heard her whimper as he tried to penetrate her virgin channel. His cock was vastly larger than the two fingers he had stuck in her at first. He pushed, and felt her cherry yield as she moaned. His cock slowly drove into her velvety, searing hole, tore the flimsy virgin barrier.
Her arms went around him, clutched at his ass. She lifted her hips and dragged him fully into her hot depths. His pubic arch crunched down on hers. The animal moan from her throat had no pain or fear in it, just pure ecstasy. He began to pump in her, began stroking his cock slowly in and out of her clutching cunt. His balls sizzled and burned. The hot, scratchy feeling of need was building with every stroke.
"Awww goodddd," Tina gasped, clawing at his back. Her hips were heaving and rolling. Her legs looped around his, yanked him so tight against her that he could barely squirm his cock in her tunnel.
Locked together, sweat greasing their bodies, they humped and fucked and screwed. Then he began to cum. His balls coiled themselves into a tight, hot knot and he fired point blank into her tight cunt, flooded her with sizzling jizz. She arched. Her bones creaked and her joints cracked as her cumming flared through her slender young body like a gasoline fire. They strained against each other for a long time. Finally, exhaustion left them shaking and drained, and they went limp. They lay carnally tangled on the sweat-soaked sheets.
CHAPTER TWO
Hours later Jason woke to a feeling of deep, sick depression. Moonlight flooded the cabin. He had no watch or clock, but it had to be past midnight for the moon to be coming in from that direction. There was the acrid scent of scorched wick-the kerosene lamp had run out of fuel.
For a few minutes Jason didn't move. He tried to sort his arms and legs out from Tina's without waking her. Finally, he gently lifted her arm off his shoulders and extracted his leg from under her knee. Cautiously, feeling the stickiness of half dried cum on his cock and hip, he slithered off her.
Nude, he left the cabin, and closed the door softly behind himself. He picked his way gingerly down the twisting, rock-and-boulder-strewn path to the water. The moon glittered off the lake as he stood at the end of the dock and stared across the lake. Somewhere off in the darkness a loon called shrilly, and an owl hooted mournfully in the woods behind him.
He heard the click of a pebble in the darkness, then the creak of a plank. He didn't move or turn as Tina came up behind him. Her arms went around him and she pressed her warm body against his back. Her hair tickled his shoulder-blade as she pressed her cheek to his spine.
"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered softly.
Jason gulped. He didn't know what to say. He cursed his balls as his cock rose slowly in reaction to the warm pressure of her body against his.
"I've wanted that for a long time," Tina confessed softly, her breath hot against his back. "Honey, it's wrong," Jason croaked at last. "Incest?" Tina ventured.
"Incest," he grunted. "If you should get pregnant-well, in the first place, you're too young to become a mother. Even worse, it is genetically disastrous."
"Hemophilia?" Tina asked.
"Among other things."
"But I can't get pregnant. I'm on the pill."
Jason stiffened. "I thought you were a virgin." Tina giggled. "I was. Just because I'm on the pill doesn't mean I put out."
"Sorry." Jason felt ashamed for doubting her. "Mom had me go on it last year," Tina explained.
Jason chilled at the mention of Janet. "It would kill your mother to know what we just did," he hissed into the darkness.
"Are you sure?"
"She had a stricter upbringing than I did," he answered.
"She seems pretty with it to me," Tina argued.
"Baby, this is incest, not just casual fucking," Jason argued. He put his hands on top of hers as she hugged his hard belly lovingly.
"Well, I'm sure not going to tell her," Tina assured him, easing her hands down toward his cock.
"NO!" Jason protested as her fingers closed on his dork. His voice echoed across the moonlit lake.
"Oh, Daddy, shush," Tina whispered. The fingers on his prick tightened, strangled his protests. "You want me as much as I want you."
Jason wanted to be mature and intelligent about it. But his glands wouldn't let him. They boiled over with a rush, and clotted the words in his throat. He wondered if it could be possible that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He turned, and she released his cock. Together, they slid down to the splintery, hard planks of the dock. Her hand went up between his thighs and cupped his balls. As she lay beside him, she massaged the aching bar of his dork with one hand and fondled his nuts tenderly with the other. The combination brought a sizzling drizzle from his dick tip.
She was all shadowy and silver in the moonlight. His hand found her tit and pinched and rolled the eager little berry. His other hand nestled in her fuzzy crotch, and was clamped between her sleek thighs. He wiggled a finger in her slick slit and she squirmed and humped, but kept her thighs tight around his hand.
When she did release him, she eased him down on his back, and straddled him. She was a shadowy mystery with the moon behind her. Her hair was a silvery halo around her invisible face. He felt her lever his cock upright with her hands, felt his cockhead scrape through her muff as she pulled him toward her cunt.
His hands found her warm, soft boobs as she whimpered, and wedged the tip of his dork into her hot, wet hole. She kept hold of his cock and very carefully edged her twat down on it. The feeling of his prick being slowly engulfed by her hot meat brought a wave of carnal oils. His cock greased its own path into her sopping depths.
"It's so big," she whispered in the darkness as she got half of his cock into her.
Jason fondled her soft boobs. Her knees were clamped against his sides as if she was riding a horse instead of her father. She squirmed and worked his prick deeper and deeper. Her fingers were still pressing the part of the shaft that was outside her hole.
"Oh God, it's so good!" she moaned.
Jason was fighting the urge to jam his hips upward, to spear her with his aching cock. The lake of jizz in his gut was like a sealed steel drum of oil in the middle of a hot fire. He could feel the pressure building, and knew he would eventually erupt like an atomic blast. His asscheeks clenched and knotted with arousal, while his toes curled with lust.
He mashed her jugs hard against her chest. She leaned into his push. She let him support her with his hands on her soft mounds. Her nipples were like pebbles against his palms.
She slipped, and dropped the last inch onto his cock. The jolt wrenched a grunt from her. Her fingers were pinched between them for a moment before she dragged them out.
"Oh, Daddy, that's so good," she hissed. Starlight glittered in her eyes as she shuddered on his prick.
"I love you, Baby," Jason groaned, still fondling her knockers. His cock felt as if it was wrapped in a hot electric blanket.
"I love you, too, Daddy," Tina whimpered. "I-I can feel you touching bottom in me!" She rose and fell, and his balls squirmed and sizzled from the friction. "Oh, Daddy," she whined, her head rolling.
The next time she rose and fell, Jason let his hips move, drove up as she came down. Their bodies met with a loud smack. She moaned, and froze, let him support her with his groin and his hands on her tits. Her fingers were doing something at her crotch-she was playing with her clit! The knowledge increased Jason's lust.
Fingering her crotch madly, she rose and fell on his cock. Her masturbating was a crazy flickering against the upper side of his dick. He mashed her boobs, made the soft mounds squirm around on her chest. He matched the moves of his hips to the moves of hers. The clanged together with lewd smacks that rang out across the lake.
The planks of the dock creaked and groaned. He figured he was getting splinters in his ass as they fucked. She moved faster, and for a moment rode up and down on his hips. Then the rhythm changed and they rapped in opposition, met with sloppy carnal claps that made his balls jerk and jump.
"Uhnn," Tina moaned. "It's happening," she wailed. "It's happening! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God."
Jason saved his breath for the fucking. He rammed up quickly and sharply as his gut neared the firing point. He felt her stiffen and shudder in his clutches, felt her twat clench and spasm around his cock. The tightening of her cunt increased the friction enough to set him off. He arched upwards, and balanced her on his hips. His cock was doweled into her like the spindle of a record player. Only this spindle was loaded like a cannon, or a flamethrower. The cum burst from his dork like boiling acid: pleasure acid that seared his body and crisped his mind.
He felt his flood gushing back down around his still spouting cock as she writhed in the flames of her own cumming. She was leaning hard against his hands. Her fingers were jammed into her crotch. She shivered with muscle-cramping strain as the flaming tidal wave of her cumming drowned her.
His own orgasm faded into a delightful ache of carnal exhaustion and he dropped his ass back onto the hard gray planks. His arms were shuddering, aching from the strain of holding her up. He slowly eased her down onto his sweaty chest. Her hands were a hard knot between them until she dragged them out.
His cock began to shrink. The crazy tickle as it slithered back from her depths made his balls itch. He hugged her lovingly, and shifted his hips sensuously under her straddling weight. She purred and squirmed her breasts against his hard chest as she hooked her arms under his shoulder and hugged him warmly. He gazed thoughtfully into the star-spangled vault of the sky and contemplated love and lust and incest in a new, uncritical light.
"How about a swim?" Tina asked when his prick was a withered little worm in her warm slit.
"Okay," he agreed easily.
She slid gracefully into the water and swam out along the moonlight path. Her head was a shadowy lump against the silver gleam. "Look out for the shark!" he called into the darkness.
Tina giggled. "Oh, Daddy, stop that!"
"Here I come," he called, diving headfirst into the icy lake. He felt his cock flap and dance in the current. He surfaced in her warm, loving embrace. The cold water made her body feel very hot and exciting. Their legs tangled and bumped as they treaded water.
"Hi," she greeted him, giving him a warm kiss.
"Hi," he answered, easing a strand of her wet hair off her forehead.
"You really think it would kill Mom if she found out?" Tina asked. "It's just that we love each other, after all."
"Tour mother is very conventional when it comes to sex," Jason argued, ignoring the sudden change in his own attitude.
"Well, you know her better than I do," Tina said.
"I should hope so," he chuckled.
"But, you could be wrong, you know."
"I'm not," he answered securely. "But, I am cold."
"Me, too. Where's the dock?"
"This way," Jason answered, taking his bearings from a tall pine tree that loomed behind the cabin and was silhouetted against the eastern sky. There seemed to be a faint glow there. He was pleased when they swam straight to their goal with no problems. He helped her up the ladder by pushing against her soft, warm ass. Then he joined her for the short climb to the cabin.
This time there were no questions as they shared the big bed. They were lovers discovering each other, not father and daughter. They clung together for warmth, and for lust He was amazed to feel his cock responding hungrily to her warmth. Instead of the sleep he had expected to overwhelm them, he found himself stroking and fondling her sleek body while she tested his muscles with slender fingers.
In a few moments he had her on her back, and his cock was slowly sliding into her slick tunnel. He buried the full length of his dick in her, then let his whole weight press her into the mattress. She gave a push with one lithe leg and rolled them onto their sides.
"There, that's better," she grunted. "You were squashing me."
"I thought you'd like it."
She stroked his shoulder blades. "Sometimes I do."
Jason teased her by pistoning his cock out and in. "You're so experienced you know all about it?"
"I have my instincts," Tina retorted confidently. "Oh."
"This is nice," she purred, stirring slightly so his cock was tickled delightfully.
"I can't believe I have it in me," he admitted. "Oh?"
"Well, this will be the fourth time in less than twenty-four hours," he pointed out.
"Is that unusual?"
"It sure as hell is for me."
"Goody!"
"Goody?"
"Well," she noted, "it is kind of a credit to me, isn't it?"
"I guess so."
"Girls are lucky."
"How's that?" he asked, fucking her just enough to keep his cock hard.
"We can keep cumming and cumming and cumming," she answered, gasping slightly as he moved in her again.
"How is it you know so much about fucking if you were a virgin until tonight?"
"Oh, Daddy, I've been masturbating for years!"
"Really?"
"Of course."
"But you still had your cherry," he pointed out. "Didn't you?"
"Well, I hadn't put anything as big as you up in me. And anyway, a clit's much better for masturbating."
"Oh." He was a bit astonished at her knowledge. "How come you were still cherry?"
"I was saving it for someone special."
"Me?"
She shrugged and the motion did interesting things to him. "Not you specifically-just the right person at the right time and the right place."
Jason felt a little crushed by this. "I just happened to be it?"
"Uh huh," she agreed. "Now, how about screwing me some more?"
"I thought that was what I was doing?"
Tina reached over, yanked a pillow down, and located it behind her ass. With a wrench, she indicated she wanted to be on her back again. "I mean really screw me," she explained. The pillow raised her hips so he could practically drive his cock clear through her.
"Like this?" he asked, lifting himself off her and then driving his dork deep into her.
"That's it," Tina whimpered. Hooking her hands behind her knees, she spread her legs, folded them up towards her shoulders, bent herself double.
Jason felt his nuts rekindle at the wanton, naked lust on his daughter's face. Leaning into his labor of love, he proceeded to pound her with his cock. He rammed hard into her, jammed against her with powerful thrusts. His groin began to knot up.
His cumming this time was a gut-tearing, cramping, knotting mixture of agony and ecstasy. His muscles tried to pump cum that was no longer there to be pumped. Tina doubled up even farther and he felt his cockhead jamming the end of her hole as he tried to hose her with nonexistent cum. He felt her twat walls spasming against his jerking dork, and saw her muscles clench with her own cumming.
His last thought as, still socketed in her cunt, he slid into exhausted sleep, was of Janet. He wondered why he had never had a fuck with her like the one he had just had with his daughter. He felt a twinge of regret at the lack. But then, there was a gap of sixteen years, and a generation gulf of a million miles between the two women.
CHAPTER THREE
The sun beat down on Janet with ferocious intensity as she tried desperately to concentrate on the book in front of her. The nagging itch in her crotch gave her no peace, made her squirm her graceful, tanned thighs against each other. The bottom half of her demure two-piece sunsuit bunched up against her pussy.
An old image kept intruding, a vision of herself that she hadn't had in years. It was back now, more intensely than ever. It kept sneaking in through unguarded chinks in her mind, making her crotch burn and her belly tighten.
Unconsciously, Janet took a pose that fitted in with the fantasy. She let the book rest on her thighs. The corner dug into her pussy. Reaching up, she hooked her hands over the aluminum tube of the lawn lounge, and crossed her wrists as if they were lashed together.
She opened and closed her thighs. The book snuggled deeper into her crotch, and was squeezed closed by her legs. The cover was cool and slick against the inner sides of her legs. She found that by squirming a certain way she could make the edge of the heavy volume dig into her cunt, scratch the nagging itch to a hotter flame.
The vision burned in her mind. It was from some long-ago book or movie. The Indians had her. She was helpless, tied to a stake. A fire was flickering a few yards in front of her.
Only her hands were tied: her wrists were crossed and lashed together, and her arms were drawn up over her head. A rawhide thong secured them to the tall post. She was half naked. The bodice of her dress had been tom away in the struggle when she had been kidnapped. Her breasts, shiny with fear-sweat in the firelight, heaved.
The savages danced around the fire. The flames gleamed on their nearly naked bodies. Behind them, in the shadows, their squaws beat the drums, drove the men to a frenzy with the incessant rhythm. The beat of the tom-toms struck primitive cords in the helpless captive, added a terrifying accent to her fear as she jerked and twisted against her bonds.
Janet shook herself, tried to return to reality. Reaching down, she pried the book open, then hooked her hand over her head. She tried to focus her attention on the words in front of her. A drop of sweat tickled down her chest to the valley between her lush breasts.
The perspiration brought back the fantasy stronger than ever: it was fear-sweat trickling down her thrashing body. She could feel the heat of the fire on her naked tits, her tight gut. Her bare feet were dusty and her ribs were scratched from the mad dash through heavy brush. She had been slung over the saddle of the warrior who had grabbed her. The textbook ground harder into her cunt. She squirmed her thighs so the corner would scratch the searing itch.
The men were dancing wildly now. The beat of the drums was louder, faster. She jerked and yanked at the tie binding her to the post. The rawhide was cutting into her wrists. She realized with a jolt that her struggles were attracting the attention of the breech-clouted braves. But her terror and hunger combined to make it impossible to remain still. The savage pounding of the drums built to a raging crescendo.
A car horn honked out on the street and jarred Janet back to the present. With a shudder, she squirmed. The plastic webbing of the cheap chaise creaked under her ass. Reaching down, she started to open the text for her summer school course. Then she changed her mind and set it aside. The driving need in her pussy would give her no rest. Jason had been gone two weeks, and her body was a swamp of hunger for him. Which was ridiculous. Oh, she loved him well enough, certainly. But she had to face it, sex with him was really rather conventional. It was satisfying, but a bit on the dull side.
She found herself fingering her humid pussy through the bunched material of the sunsuit crotch. She clamped her thighs around her hand as she probed and prodded the soft flesh of her snatch. By rubbing her pussy she succeeded to some slight extent in scratching the aggravating itch. Unfortunately, it also made the itch worse.
Straightening her legs, she let her feet slide off the sides of the chaise. For a moment she thought of Terry, then discarded him as a problem. He had as much studying, or more, for his summer course, than she did. He was tucked safely away in his room, grinding away at the books.
She slipped her fingers inside the waist of her shorts. By sucking in her gut she was able to almost reach her slit. Her fingers tugged and scraped at her wiry bush. The tantalizing nearness of her goal led her to risk unbuttoning the waist.
The touch of her fingers against her love mound brought a hot flare of pleasure. A soft moan escaped her lips. She kept one hand, her left hand, hanging over the back of the chaise and probed for the soft, hairy masses of her cuntlips. Her mind floated back to her Indian captive fantasy.
The braves were moving in on her now. The firelight gleamed off their dusky, sweaty bodies as they came toward her. Terrified, she writhed against the thong holding her wrists, tried to twist away from them.
Janet's finger rubbed between her soft labes, pressed the squishy, slippery folds around. The tiny kernel of her clit squirmed between her hand and her bony arch. Oblivious to how wide her shorts had opened, to the exposure of her lacy cotton panties, to the bulge her hand made under them, she hooked a finger into her cunt. The only things that were real were the heat of the sun on her body, and the waves of fire spreading up from her pussy.
The brave who had taken her captive reached for her. His hands were rough and horny and brutal on her tender tits. His fingers dug into her boobs like claws. Savagely, he punished her titties until they were aching, and swollen, and begging for more. His fingers pinched her hard, rubbery nipples, twisted and tugged the tender little nuts until there were tears in her eyes-and in her ravenous pussy.
Her kicking and squirming had dislodged her tattered dress. It was now low on her hips, and the soft swell of her belly was revealed. She writhed, and felt the dress slip lower. It was now threatening to expose her bush. The brutal torment of her tits made her half wish it would happen.
Wriggling on the chaise, Janet worked her shorts and panties lower on her gut. The touch of the sun against her pale flesh stung and burned. Her tits ached against the confinement of the halter-but she didn't want to release either her cunt or her fantasy long enough to expose them. The flames in her gut were roaring.
In her fantasy, the Indian brave grabbed at her dress. With a brutal yank that jerked her off her feet and made her hang for a moment from her wrists, he ripped the dress away. There was a mutter of savage approval as her vulnerable snatch was exposed to the glow from the fire. The brave hooked a finger into her pussy. She wailed at the agony of her virgin membrane tearing, and the fireball of lust that billowed up through her now naked body.
Janet plunged her finger deep into her streaming cunt. Her shorts and panties were tangled aggravatingly around her thighs, and kept her from spreading her legs. With her thumb, she ravaged her slit, mangled the tender little bud against her pubic arch. She hooked two fingers into her cunt, and pumped them in and out, wiggling her digits in her sloppy hole.
The Indian in her dream grabbed her thighs and spread her legs, then yanked her out so she was hanging by her wrists. His breechcloth was gone and his cock was thrusting up at her like a mammoth war club of lust. Holding her as if she was a travois, he rammed his cock into her twat. A wrenching, throat-ripping scream pierced the air as the pain and savagery burned off the last layers of civilization and left her a carnal animal, battling her thongs, not for escape, but for satisfaction.
Lying on the chaise, Janet was surging toward a cumming. She fought to keep it at bay, wanting for a change to finish her fantasy. Her frustrated lust prohibited it. She felt the climax boiling up through her as she writhed in the sun. The image of her rape at the hands of the Indians faded, washed away by the waves of her real cumming. She clenched her cunt around her fingers, and humped and hunched her hips, and let the fire consume her.
She came slowly back to the real world with a feeling of shame and revulsion. What was she, a mature woman, doing indulging in such teenage daydreaming? She wiped her sopping fingers on her shorts. Her muscles were weak and shaky as she dragged her pants up over her cunt, then zipped them closed. Finally, she sank back wearily and tried to catch her breath.
She thought of how awful it would have been if Terry had happened to catch her like that. God, she would have died of embarrassment! She cast a nervous glance over her shoulder at the house. The thought of her nineteen-year-old son seeing her masturbating gave her a chill that wasn't entirely fear. She discarded the worry with the reminder of how hard he was working on his studies. The promise that if their grades were good they would join Jason and Tina at the cabin was enough to keep his nose to the grindstone. It was also enough to spur her into returning to her text.
Upstairs in his bedroom, the door safely bolted, Terry Carlyle lay on his bed, his head propped up on a carefully folded pillow. The magazine was braced open so both his hands were free. His fist stroked his rock-hard cock as he stared at the photo of the naked woman. A few moments earlier he had been at his window, looking down into the back yard. His eyes had widened with shock and lust. He had been able to see frustratingly little-only his mother's hand. It had totally concealed her pussy from his hot stare. He had gotten his binoculars and tried, unsuccessfully, to get a close-up of her snatch. All he could see were the outer fringes of her muff and the working fingers of her right hand.
His cock had swelled and hardened until it was an aching bar in his tight jeans. He gave it the release it demanded just as his mother arched and twisted on the chaise. Her hips humped slowly and sensuously against her working hand. When she had finally slumped down limply he had backed quickly from the window, afraid she might catch him spying on her.
Shaking and sweating, he had rummaged around in the bottom drawer of his desk, and found the surreptitiously purchased magazines he had hidden there. After locking the door, he had grabbed a handful of tissues, yanked down his pants, and flopped onto the bed. Now, with his right hand jerking his rigid dong, he flipped to another page of the magazine. The blonde in the photograph was brazen, with overblown boobs that featured huge pink nipples. Her mouth gaped in a ludicrous imitation of lust. Terry thought of how his mother had looked, sweat-shiny with hominess, and felt his balls steam in reaction. A trickle of guilt seeped into his consciousness at thinking of his mother that way.
But what he had seen was evidence of her real nature. The sight of her with her hand digging into her crack had shattered his illusions about her. For the first time in his nineteen years, he was aware of his mother as a sexual creature. He tried to restore her to a pedestal above the domain of the wanton blonde in the magazine, and failed. It was easier to fit his mother's face to the lewdly gaping visage in the photograph. He wondered if his mom's breasts were as full and heavy as the model's. He hoped not.
His eyes slid lower on the photograph and fastened at last on the blonde's exposed snatch. Only, the hair there was not blonde, but dark brown. There was no concealment to her pose-anything but. Her fingers were holding her hairy labes apart, exposing the glistening, hot pink heart of her twat. He could see everything: the hole where he could ram his dick, even.
He turned the page, and groaned. His hand moved faster on his cock. There was a sticky sound as he pumped his meat in his fist. The hot pool in his gut grew larger as he blinked at the two pictures on the page. They were of the same blonde. In one photo, carefully keeping her hand out of the way of the camera lens, she was fingering her sloppy gash. Her cunt gaped like a cavern.
Terry's dork flared hotter as he tried to picture his mom's cunt. From what he had seen, her pussy was a light shade, a pale enough brown to prove that she didn't bleach her hair the way the model obviously did. He wondered if Mom's twat would look as wet, as sloppy, and as exciting as the model's did.
He thought of plunging his dork into a soupy shaft, and felt his nuts knot reflexively. His fingers were moist with gooey oozings from his dick tip. The wet, sticky sound of his fist on his pecker became louder and lewder as he pumped his meat.
He looked at the second picture, and gulped. The model was on her knees, facing away from the camera. Her huge white ass was raised high, her thighs were spread. Her pussy lips bulged between her legs, and he could see the hot pink ruffles of her cunt protruding from her hair-fringed slit.
What was most amazing was the sight of her asshole. Christ, the woman had no secrets at all! Her bung looked like a puckery brown bud between the white moons of her rear. Something about her asshole being exposed made Terry's insides sizzle and brought his cum to the boiling point. Desperately trying to hold off his eruption as long as he could, he turned to another page.
The model was holding a long, ivory-white vibrator. She was on her back again, legs bent, thighs spread. She was aiming the curved point of the dildo at her twat. The tip of the battery tool was touching the aroused inner lips. It looked as if she was starting to drive the monster tool into her cunt.
Terry remembered his mother's hand jammed into her snatch. He shuddered, realized that she probably had a finger, maybe even two fingers, thrust into her hole. He thought of driving his own fingers into her cunt.
Grabbing the wad of tissues, he cupped them against the head of his cock as his thick jizz burst from it. He felt the spurts, heavy, hot and wet, soaking the tissues as his groin twisted into a tight, hard knot of ecstasy. The image he held in his mind as he unloaded his balls was his mother's face on the model's body. He was aiming his cock into her gaping gash.
He emptied his nuts with a few final spasms of his ass and prostate. The bed creaked as he rolled on his back and began to mop up the thick creamy flood of his cumming. A few tatters of tissue clung to the head of his pecker, betrayed the lack of wet strength in the paper wipers. His cock stung as he picked off the telltale wisps.
With a weary groan, he dragged his jeans and underpants up over his still seeping dick. After carefully disposing of the soggy tissues he returned wearily to the book spread open on his desk. The graphs and equations kept fading out in his mind, kept being replaced by the image of his mother humping herself on her fingers.
She was horny, he realized with a jolt. Funny, he hadn't ever thought of her and Dad fucking. He didn't find it easy to picture. But, when he stopped to think about it, they must have, or else he and Tina wouldn't exist.
He wondered if Tina ever masturbated. The idea made him snort. It was a ridiculous idea, after all. She was the original Miss Purity. Tina was one chick who had no use at all for girls who put out. Terry was sure Tina's rep was sparkling pure. Oh, she went in for a little necking, sure. Even a little petting above the waist. But Terry was certain his sister never went beyond that.
He bent over the book, the exhausted ache in his groin helping him get his mind back on the studying. He was still poring over the book when a soft rapping at the door jolted him.
"Yeah, Mom!" he called.
She tried the door, and he leaped up, realizing he hadn't unlocked it. Guiltily, he released the bolt, and tried to come up with a plausible excuse for having it locked. He sighed with relief when she didn't ask him about it
"Thought we might go out for a pizza tonight," Janet suggested. She had the feeling there was something strange in the way he looked at her. As she glanced away his eyes flicked to the low scoop neck of her casual dress.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Terry agreed awkwardly, caught off balance. He was groggy from studying and masturbating.
His mom's eyes widened for a moment. Terry managed to avoid glancing over his shoulder to where she was looking. "I'll-uh-be downstairs," she stammered. "Why don't you-ah-wash up and put on a clean shirt or something."
"Sure, Mom," Terry agreed. She was already turning away and hurrying off. Puzzled, he whirled to see what had so startled her.
"Oh, shit!" he whispered. The magazine was still open on the bed. He had forgotten to put it away! Jesus Christ! He felt like sinking into his shoes as he stumbled over and flipped the lewd publication shut. Gross! Picking it up, he wondered what to do. Finally he decided the only thing he could do was hide it again. Maybe she hadn't really seen it. If she mentioned it, he'd say he'd thrown it away, since it was trash.
After stuffing it back in the bottom drawer of his desk, he went to the bathroom and used the toilet and washed his hands. Finally he got a short-sleeved white shirt out of the closet and slipped it on. Taking a deep breath, he headed down to face his mother.
Janet stared blindly out the window as she waited. The picture in the magazine was engraved in her mind. Disgusting was her first thought. What kind of-an animal would expose herself like that? And with a vibrator aiming into her pussy! Janet had been so shocked she had been struck speechless. She wasn't sure Terry knew she had seen the magazine. From the rumpled state of the bed, it was quite obvious what her son had been using the magazine for.
What to do, what to do, what to do? She didn't want to embarrass the poor kid. She was a progressive mother. She realized kids did these things. She doubted that he had lost his virginity yet. But boys his age were curious. He was just exploring his sexual nature.
Probably the best thing would be not to say anything. Let him think she hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary. Let him have his secrets.
But, she hated to think of him getting his education about sex from sources like that. God only knew what ridiculous misinformation a piece of junk like that contained. It might warp him for life!
She wished Jason was there. He would know what to do. It was his place to discuss things like this with Terry.
Wishing did no good, though. Jason was a hundred and fifty miles away. She couldn't even reach him by telephone. Which left it all up to her.
Her son's greeting jarred her. She felt a strange tingle at the way he looked at her. His eyes lingered on her legs. Self-consciously, she uncrossed them and stood up and nervously smoothed her dress down.
"Ready to go?" she asked, amazed that her voice sounded normal.
"Yeah."
"Well, let's go then," she stammered, reaching for her purse.
As she drove, she was aware of Terry's eyes flicking over her. His repeated glances at her legs and her breasts made her palms sweaty on the steering wheel. The restaurant gave her a respite of a sort: the waitresses were a greater attraction to him. It was unfortunately obvious to everyone that he was mentally stripping every waitress.
She was going to have to do something about it. As a result she felt she needed more than her usual one beer, and ordered a second halfway through the meal. It was a warm and strangely giddy drive home.
In the living room they were both self-consciously silent. Janet was so engrossed in her own concerns that she was oblivious to her son's worried expression and nervous twitches.
"Kind of lonely without Dad, isn't it?" Terry remarked suddenly.
"Uh-yes, it is."
Terry's fingers plucked nervously at the arm of the easy chair. "I suppose you miss him more than I do."
Janet frowned. "How so?"
"Well, I mean, being married to him and all," Terry stammered. "Uh-sleeping with him every night, like."
Janet felt a squirmy chill deep in her belly. She wasn't sure what he meant. Was it a random choice of words? She wondered what had triggered his train of thought. God! What if he had seen her that afternoon? The fear that knifed through her was tempered by a perverse thrill.
"Well, yes, I guess so," she admitted vaguely, realizing she had to say something. "I do miss him."
"I guess there's kind of a special feeling between married people," Terry went on awkwardly.
Janet took a deep breath, certain now what he meant. She doubted that he had seen her-but the magazine she had spotted left little doubt about what was on his mind. "You mean, uh, sex," she managed to squeak out.
"Uh, yeah," he agreed hoarsely.
Janet wondered how much Jason had told their son. She hadn't ever felt comfortable talking about sex with Jason for some reason. He was always so reserved about it. Not that she was very relaxed about it.
She thought of saddling Terry with her hangups and cringed. That she would not do. And, to avoid just that, she had to get a grip on herself, and try to act as if sex was the most normal thing in the world.
"I guess you're getting land of curious about girls, and sex, aren't you?" she nudged in a surprisingly calm tone.
Terry didn't look at her. He was staring blindly at the TV. "Uh, yeah. They're, uh, kind of-different."
"In many, many ways."
"I've seen pictures," Terry went on, almost as if hypnotized. "But, well, they're only pictures."
"What about Tina?" Janet ventured cautiously.
"Her!?" The shock made his voice crack. He shot her a horrified look. "Gosh, no, I've never seen her 'cept in her bathing suit, and in her bra and panties once by accident."
Janet soothed him quickly: "It's all right, there's nothing wrong with that. Or with seeing her nude, if it doesn't bother her."
"I-don't know if it would or not," Terry mumbled.
"Has she seen you naked?" Janet asked gently.
"Gosh, no!" he answered quickly. "Well, I mean, not in years. We-uh-used to play doctor a long time ago. But we were just kids, then."
Janet had known about it and had ignored it as best she could. She wondered, now, if maybe she should have done something about it then.
"Seems silly it should be such a big thing," Terry went on. "I mean, after all, all guys are pretty much the same. I guess all girls are, too. And one day I'll be married, and I don't suppose you and Dad undress in the dark all the time."
"We don't."
"I mean, I suppose you get used to it, after a while," Terry continued. "But-well, uh, right now, well, it's kind of-kind of confusing, sort of like a pressure inside me. Like, at the restaurant tonight, I kept trying to imagine those pretty waitresses without no clothes on."
"Any clothes on," Janet corrected.
"Any clothes on," Terry echoed. "T tried not to, but I did. And, gosh, I think maybe some of 'em knew what I was doing. I think it kind of bothered 'em, the way I was looking at 'em."
Janet nodded thoughtfully. "It might have," she agreed. "A girl can usually tell when a guy is looking at her that way."
Terry frowned. "I didn't mean to upset them, or bother them. But, well, I just couldn't stop myself. I just kept wondering and wondering and wondering if they were like pictures I've seen."
"I-don't know what pictures you've seen," Janet said, telling herself that it wasn't really a lie since she had only caught a glimpse of the magazine. "Pictures can show a lot, or a little. They can also not show things as they really are."
"I know it." Terry plucked at the arm of the chair, and slouched further down in it. His lanky legs projected out in front of him. "And I worry about how I'll feel, naked with my-wife, and how I'll behave with her."
Janet wanted to tell him that when the time came he would have no trouble, but the words caught in her throat. She had had the same fear, at his age, and her mother had said exactly that. It had done nothing to ease her fear. Nor, as it turned out, had it been true. The first time she had seen a naked man it had been a tremendous shock. And, when she had been naked with a man for the first time, she had wanted to hide under the carpet.
The only trouble was, she could see only one way out of the maze. And it scared her. She wondered how Jason would handle it. But Jason wasn't here. Jason was with Tina, and might as well have been on the moon.
"Lots of families are nudists," Terry ventured cautiously. "They've got it good-they've seen it all their lives."
There it was. Janet felt as if she was going to rip in half, the tension was so great. "Do you think-it would help if you and I became nudists?" she asked softly. "Just while your father and Tina are away?"
Terry looked at her, scared and hopeful. "Well, don't you think it would?" he asked. "It'd give me a chance to sort of get used to the whole thing...."
Janet nodded, very slowly. She felt as if her head weighed a ton. "I guess it would." She wondered why a hot ball was knotting up her innards.
Terry took a deep, shaky breath and lurched up out of the chair. "I'll undress first."
Janet felt her heart stop, then give a powerful thud. "Why don't we do it together?" she said huskily, getting up. She tottered for a moment, then steadied.
CHAPTER FOUR
The room spun dizzily around her for a moment, then righted itself. Terry was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. For a moment, she thought of suggesting they retreat to their rooms to strip. Then she decided that was ridiculous. What difference did it make if they hid while they stripped? She was also afraid that she would lose her nerve if she didn't start right then.
Reaching down, she grasped the hem of her dress, and pulled it up over her head and off. For a moment, an earring tangled in the material, left her smothered in folds until she could get it loose. When she finally got the dress off, she saw Terry staring at her. She was down to her bra and panties already.
"Better hurry up," she teased. "I'm ahead of you." She felt her tits stiffen inside her bra and wondered why this was such a big thing. Jason had, after all, seen her in all her naked glory hundreds of times.
Terry threw his shirt aside and attacked his belt and fly. The jutting thrust in his underpants made her mouth go dry suddenly. She stared as he ducked his head to skin his jeans down his lean, hairy legs. Then he began fumbling with his tee shirt, and she realized it was her turn to catch up. Awkwardly, she reached behind her back. Her fingers felt thick and clumsy as she tried to unhook her bra. As she wrestled with the problem, Terry ripped his tee shirt up and off, baring his smooth, tan chest.
The bra came loose, and for a moment she kept it on her breasts. Then, with a deep, shaky breath, she shed it, baring her tits to his hungry gaze. His eyes locked on her lush, soft mounds, and her tits stiffened eagerly. It took all her will power to keep from hiding her pale globes with her hands. She fingered the bra nervously, then let it drop.
"Gosh!" Terry sighed.
To hide her nervousness, and arousal, she hooked her thumbs in her panties. "Well?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," he gulped.
As one, they shoved their last clothing down. She had eyes only for his gorgeous, mature, ready cock. She had not seen him naked in years, not since she had stopped washing his ears. The sight of his erect cock, standing out eagerly from a soft brown bush, took her breath away. Her fingers curled. She had an overwhelming urge to touch his hot, jutting prick.
Terry, meanwhile, was staring wide-eyed at her lush, naked body. He licked his lips nervously as he studied her heaving breasts and their stiff, brown caps. His gaze skated down to her muff as she stood there, self-consciously flat-footed, with her legs pressed together.
Resolutely, she let her feet spread slightly. She knew the move would reveal only a little more of her snatch. She saw his cock leak a hot, clear drop: testimony to his arousal. It made her mouth, and her pussy water to see his eager, pale cock. The dusky pink head was aimed right at her gut.
"Well, now, what do you think?" she asked shakily. "How about we take our clothes to our rooms so we don't leave the house in a clutter?"
"Uh, yeah, right," he agreed nervously, turning jerkily and picking up his clothes. His cock bobbed and waved heavily with his every move.
Janet bent gracefully from the knees, rather than sharply from the waist, and gathered her clothes. She didn't turn her back on him. She felt rather unsteady on her feet as she headed for the stairs. His breath puffed on her behind as he started up after her. She felt her boobs joggle with every step, felt air touching her bare body all over.
She was standing by the bed, trying to think what to do with her clothes when Terry's voice from the doorway made her jump with shock. She whirled around. His eyes touched her intimately, and then went to the bed behind her. "Oh, hi," she stammered uncomfortably. She tossed her clothes on the bed, and instantly wished she hadn't, because the move drew attention to the bed.
"Hi." Terry's hands moved nervously.
Why don't we-uh-go downstairs for a while?" she asked. "It's too early for bed yet, after all." God, there was the damn bed again.
"I thought, uh, maybe I could, uh, sort of study you a little, or something," Terry stammered, not moving from the doorway.
She wanted to escape. Her blood was sizzling from the proximity of a bed and a naked man and herself. "Okay," she agreed hastily. "But not here. Downstairs would be best." She felt that would be safer. Her hand brushed his cock as she pushed past him. She jerked her hand away and wiped a glob of his sticky pre-cum on her thigh.
You want to study me?" she asked, sorting out what he had said, and realizing suddenly what she had agreed to.
"Well, yeah, I'd like to."
She was on a balance point again, in danger of destroying his confidence in her. "Well, okay," she agreed, going into the living room.
"Gee, great!" He started to advance on her.
"Wait a minute," she ordered, holding up her hand, trying to regain the initiative. She thought desperately. "Why don't you, uh, get my make-up mirror? The one with all the lights around it. The little one."
He looked puzzled, but agreed. While he went to get the mirror, she looked around for just the right place. She felt like an insect about to go under a microscope. She shivered. She felt unbelievably horny at the knowledge she was to be intimately explored by her teenage son. She also couldn't get that beautiful cock of his out of her mind.
"Here I am," he said eagerly.
"Let's go into the kitchen," she suggested. "The light is better there." She had decided that the sterile hardness of that room would be safest.
"What's the mirror for?" Terry asked.
She looked around and decided the kitchen table was sturdy enough to hold her. She took the mirror and plugged it in. "So I can see what you're looking at," she answered.
"Oh."
Holding the mirror, she sat on the table and tried not to think how naked she was. She moved to the edge so her legs were dangling. She already felt obscenely open to him.
"Could I touch your breasts?" Terry asked softly, worshipfully.
She shivered. She knew where they were heading, but kept trying to deny it. Hunger was a hot flame in her belly. "All right, if you'd like."
His fingers reached out, and gently touched one soft mound. Her tit stiffened and sat up as he stroked it. He pressed the mound, measured its texture.
"So soft," he whispered. "And warm."
He fingered her tit, pushed it in, watched it re-emerge when he let the pressure off it. "Your tit," he whispered, bringing his other hand up and weighing her other boob. He looked up at her. "Can I call it that? Tit?"
Her voice felt all choked. "If you want."
When he abruptly lowered his mouth to her breast she jerked in reaction. His lips closed on one hard nubbin and he sucked as he had as a baby. Only this time a river of fire raced through her. She moaned deep in her throat. His fingers fondled one jug and tit, while his lips and tongue stroked and tormented the other. Janet held herself very still as wave after wave of desire blazed through her.
"That's enough," she gasped finally, easing him away. He looked frightened. "It's all right," she assured him. "It's just that, well, it has quite an effect on a woman to have a man do that to her."
"Oh. Sorry."
She saw a heavy crystal clear drop of arousal clinging to his thrusting cock. She switched on the make-up mirror. He sat down in the chair as she angled the mirror so she could see her pussy in it. She had to brace one foot up on the table and use her leg to steady her hand. The sight of her brazenly exposed snatch brought a hot lump to her throat.
His fingers gently stroked her soft bush. The slight touch brought a hot gush from her cunt. She didn't speak, because she didn't trust her voice. She wanted to beg him to probe her, to explore her sizzling slit, to pry her twat open and plumb her aching depths with his fingers, and finally with his glorious cock.
He parted her gash, revealing in lurid detail the hot, wet folds of her inner tissues. He leaned close, and she felt his hot breath burn her meat. She leaned back on one arm, and held the mirror braced against her thigh so she could see what he was doing.
His finger pointed, then touched her clit. "What's that?"
Janet whimpered. "My clitoris."
"Oh, your clit."
"Yeah." She cursed her body for the searing flames.
"It's very sensitive, isn't it?" he asked.
His finger touched her clit again and she thought she was going to die from the stimulation. She tried not to call it pleasure, but that was what it was, pleasure. Pleasure like she hadn't felt in what seemed like centuries. "Very," she croaked as he fiddled her nerve-berry. She felt a surge of disappointment when he abandoned his game of rolling her little nubbin with his finger.
"What's that?" Terry asked, and she focused her blurred eyes on his next target.
"That's my-pisser," she answered, pleased she had managed to use the vulgar term.
"Gosh, would you let me see you pee sometime?" Terry asked.
She started to say no, but changed her mind as a wave of caution and nagging, itching horny curiosity engulfed her. "Maybe."
"And this is your cunt," Terry noted, pointing at the rippled opening between her labes.
"My vagina," Janet said. She prayed he wouldn't explore it, and prayed that he would. She was so desperately, frantically empty.
"Could I?" he asked.
Oh sweet God above, Janet thought. What am I doing?
"If you'd like," she answered, wondering if she was insane.
The feel of his finger slipping gently up into her ravenous tunnel was like offering an appetizer to a starving man. With a soft whimper she lay down on her back on the table. The salt and pepper shakers and the sugar bowl crashed to the floor. She managed to set the mirror down. Then she spread her legs wider, and lifted her other foot onto the table. She spread herself as wide as she could as his finger plumbed her streaming depths.
He stopped. "You okay, Mom?"
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Don't stop."
She stretched her arms over her head. She was lashed to the rack in a medieval dungeon. She was helpless. They could do anything to her, anything they wanted to.
The finger explored the sloppy folds of her cunt. Then his mouth engulfed her clit. She whined and writhed on the cold, hard table top. Her sweating flesh stuck to the slick surface as fires of horniness flared through her.
Then, as abruptly as it had started, the sucking stopped and his finger left her cunt. She was left gasping and flopping, a fish cast high on the shore by a tidal wave of lust. She was dying with hominess.
She realized with a wave of horror that Terry was standing over her with his cock in his hand.
She looked at him. Terror slashed through her at what was about to happen. She started to scream. She had to try to stop him.
The sudden touch of his cock on her cunt locked her throat tight. Terry was looking down at his dick as he nuzzled the head into her twat His face was shiny with sweat, his eyes hot with lust as he wiggled his dork into her.
"Awwww," Janet moaned as he sank his phallus into her ravenous hole. With one slow stroke, her son became a mother-fucker. The feeling of his fabulous cock stuffing her swept away all thought, left her afloat on a sea of carnal ecstasy.
He stroked deep into her, filled her with his bulk. He was leaning over her, staring down at where his cock entered her hole. With her last shred of sanity, she found the mirror.
The sight of his dick pistoning in her snatch was almost more than she could take. She had never seen herself get fucked. The sight of his cock, slick and shiny with juices, pistoning in and out of her hairy groin, sent her whirling away into a lust-ravaged sea. Easing the mirror down, she reached for her crotch and massaged her clit until flames obliterated everything but the feel of the cock sliding in and out, in and out.
"Oh gosh," Terry rasped, and rammed into her and leaned over. His hands came down on her boobs, mashed them hard. She felt his dork spasming in her cunt. His cum hit her innards. It was like gasoline was being poured on a bonfire.
Her cumming went up in a roaring fireball. A long, mad animal cry surged from her ravaged guts. She kicked his ass with her heels, spurred him further into her as her twat spasmed around his jetting cock. She felt her ribs creak from the weight he was putting on them. Her whole body jerked and shuddered as her muscles went into wild spasms that left her aching and whimpering. She felt his ass knot as he wrung his guts dry. Her own cumming gave one last roaring spurt and then died. He dragged his dick out of her and stumbled back and collapsed on the chair behind him.
She was left gasping and panting, spread wide on the table in front of him. His jizz was seeping from her cunt. She heard him choking and whimpering and realized suddenly that he probably felt awful. Sighing, she struggled to gather her scattered senses.
She shoved herself up and saw him slouched back on the chair with his hands over his face. All her maternal instincts roared onwards. She went to him, cuddled him, pressed his face to her sweating bosom, combed her hands through his wavy brown locks.
"It's all right," she soothed softly. "It's all right!"
His sobs faded to gulps and hiccups. His lips sought around on one soft mound, found her tit, and suddenly he was suckling as if he was an infant again. Only he wasn't. She could feel his cum trickling out of her cunt as she felt his teeth on her teat.
She was astonished at the wave of warmth that surged through her as she snuggled his face to her boob. "It's all right," she said softly, only now becoming aware of what they had done. "It's all right."
His cock was there, still sticky and gooey with her cum. It was beginning to rise, beginning to stiffen as his mouth worked on her boob.
She took his hand, and guided it to her sodden muff. "It's all right," she assured him, and felt his fingers slither into her twat on the gallons of cum that were coating her meat. Her head tilted back as the fires roared higher. "It's all right," she said, now trying to convince herself as well as him. Her lust raged up and up.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Terry apologized. "I'm sorry!"
"It's all right," she assured him. "It's just happened, that's all."
"I'm a mother-fucker, Mom," he moaned.
She felt his fingers in her snatch. He did nothing to remove them from her sodden channel, and neither did she. "Well, that isn't so bad," she answered.
Then he did drag his fingers out and wipe them self-consciously on his thigh. "Uh. Did you cum?" he asked.
She smiled. "Yes, I did."
"So did I. Gosh!"
Janet looked at the shattered remains of the sugar bowl. A drift of white sweetness was strewn across the floor. "Let's grab a couple of beers and get out of here."
"Beer? For me?"
She turned and looked back at him, unconsciously striking a coy, mildly provocative pose. "I think you've earned it. Don't you?"
He joined her in the living room and handed her a chill can. It was already open. Foam was frothing out the opening. "You're not going to make us-get dressed and stay dressed are you?" Janet sank down on the couch, and stretched her legs out in front on her and put her feet on the coffee table. "T think it's a little late for that, don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Terry agreed. He made a face at the taste of the beer, but took another swallow anyway. "Gosh!"
"One thing, though," she cautioned.
"What's that?"
"This has to stay our secret, forever."
"Oh, yeah, sure," he agreed. "Why?"
She took a swallow of beer. She could feel the Weariness of sexual exhaustion deep in her bones. "Because incest is illegal."
He frowned. "How come? I mean, I know it is, I guess. Buy why is it? It's all in the family, after ah."
Janet smiled. "I guess it's because if I got pregnant there might be some bad genetic effects." Terry frowned. "Oh, yeah. It could bring out bad recessives, like hemophilia and things like that. Or no arms."
"Right."
Terry looked at her anxiously. "You won't get pregnant will you?"
Janet indulged in a healthy laugh. "No, darling. If fucking could get me pregnant, your father would have accomplished it long ago. I'm protected."
Terry looked relieved. "You and Dad-fuck a lot, huh?"
"A lot? I don't know. No, not a lot, I guess."
"How come?"
Janet frowned. Why didn't they? "I guess maybe because after a while you get used to a person and it's not quite as exciting as it once was. Something like that."
"Oh. It doesn't sound like marriage is much fun."
"Marriage is nice," she answered vaguely. "Comfortable."
"Sounds boring," Terry argued.
Janet tried to deny it, but couldn't quite. "It doesn't have to be," she said at last. "There are lots of ways to keep it exciting."
"Like what?"
She shrugged, felt his eyes study the shift and joggle of her heavy boobs. "Like, well, like making love in different settings," she answered. "Or doing it where someone might come along and catch you at it."
"You and Dad do that, huh?"
"Well, no," she admitted.
"Bet you've made love in the kitchen, like we just did," Terry said.
"Uh, no," she confessed, cursing her honesty. "Oh." He was silent. He didn't need to say anything: his thoughts were obvious.
She finished her beer quickly. "I think, young man, it is time we hit the sack."
"Oh, okay," he grumbled.
"Off you go," she urged. "I'll straighten up down here. See you in the morning." She hoped he'd get the idea that he was to use his own bed, not share hers.
He paused at the bottom of the stairs. "We can be nudists again tomorrow, can't we Mom?"
She felt a surge of warmth at the thought, even 79 though she was sure they wouldn't fuck again. "If you'd like."
"Gee, great!"
She heard his feet thunder up the stairs and smiled to herself.
The sight of the mirror, the cum-spotted table and chair, and the shattered sugar bowl made her pussy steam with remembered ecstasy. Just thinking of what had happened, of the sight of his cock plunging into her cunt, brought a searing knot of hominess to her guts. And, the more she tried to fight it down, the hotter it grew.
Finally done with the clean-up, she filled a glass with Scotch and ice and retreated to the silent living room. Stretching out on the couch, she sipped the whiskey and tried to subdue her hominess.
An hour later she was weaving slightly from the booze. She felt as if the alcohol had fueled the hungry fire in her gut. She kept thinking of her son up in his room. She knew he slept nude. The red-hot worm of lust gnawed away at her resistance with patient persistence.
Turning off the last light, she made her way softly up the stairs. She hesitated outside his room and listened. She heard his low snores through the door. Down the hall in the bathroom, she studied her reflection in the mirror.
She decided to brush her teeth. It wouldn't do 80 for him to realize she had been drinking. She spat the foam into the sink and rinsed her mouth. Icy spatters of water hit her naked tits as she bent over the sink.
She took a long time carefully applying a fight touch of make-up. Her comb snapped and crackled with static as she combed her dark blonde hair. She touched perfume behind her ears, to her wrists, and finally, to the valley between her boobs.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, she clicked off the fight and walked slowly to her son's bedroom. As she touched the knob, she felt a jolt of fear. What if he had locked it?
Relief almost made her knees collapse-the door yielded easily and silently. His snores remained steady and even as she eased into the moonlit room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Terry woke up to the feeling of something incredibly soft, warm, smooth and exciting sliding along his body. Slowly, he gathered his senses and began to sort out the sensations. As he woke up more, his pulse quickened.
The most prominent sensation, he finally realized, was skin against his skin: the unmistakable, unforgettable feel of a body against his. There was the warm, delectable softness of a boob against his arm. A trim belly pressed his flank and an arm embraced his chest. A satin-smooth thigh lay heavily across his. There was a faintly scratchy feel of hair against his hip.
The scent of perfume, subtle and arousing, and the feel of warm breath against the side of his neck completed the symphony of sensations. A hot flame stirred to life in his belly. His cock began to harden.
A chill shivered through him, then a trickle of fear. There was only one person it could be. The memory of the mad minutes in the kitchen were crystal clear and fresh in his mind. He knew what he wanted, but didn't dare think this could be anything but a mistake.
"What?" he asked sleepily "Shush!" Soft lips nibbled his neck, and the body against his stirred erotically. "I got lonely," his mother whispered softly. "Now hush. Don't say anything."
Terry subsided vocally as he rose carnally. He was stiff, rigid with fear, afraid to move. He tried to quench the flame that was roaring in his gut. Even the slight motion of his breathing was enough to rub skin against skin.
Lips nibbled at his throat, worked up toward his chin. He felt her squirming against him, and became aware again of her incredible hot softness, of her breast against him like a living pillow. Her thigh stroked his legs, her knee touched his groin, and his cock sprang up eagerly.
He turned his head slightly, and pliable, demanding lips were on his. His arms went around her satin body as her tongue drove into his mouth, wedged past his teeth and explored him ravenously. Her leg pressed upward, ground his cock up against his belly. He felt the harsh stubble of her leg hair scraping his tender meat.
He sucked at her mouth and she sucked at his as his hands roamed her sleek back. One boob was grinding against his chest and he could feel her tit like a hard pebble. Her pussy was scrubbing his hip with a slow, rolling, fucking motion. She was pressing against him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin with him.
Terry couldn't believe it was possible for his pulse to race this way without his heart giving out. He was engulfed in a hot rush as blood boiled through his sleepy mind and burned away the fog. His faculties were kept staggering and off balance by the stampede of sensations. Coherent thought was impossible. The only thing he could be sure of was the roaring blaze in his gut and the throbbing, demanding agony of his erect cock.
He felt her slide over on top of him, felt the full weight of her grinding him into the mattress. It was one more erotic stimulus to a body already dominated by lust. She straddled him, gripping his thighs with her knees as if she were riding a horse. His cock was pinched between her belly and his. It was ground against his pubic arch by her pubic arch. Her muff was like sandpaper against its tender skin.
She squirmed, made his dick twist and roll between them. She ground herself against his dork, mangled his meat. It hurt, but it was a hurt that made his balls boil harder. He clutched at her, dug his fingers into her soft back, felt the play of her muscles as she writhed.
Her mouth tore away from his, left his lips swollen and bruised. She nibbled at his cheek, chewed on it, then found his ear and twisted the hot worm of her tongue into it. Her teeth fastened on his earlobe. He couldn't believe having his ear chewed on would create such a fire in his belly, but it did.
Her ear was by his nose. He shifted a little so he could reach the graceful curves with his tongue. As he explored the twists and crevices, she ripped her mouth off his ear and whimpered. He twisted his tongue into her ear canal, tasted delicate bitterness there. His head was engulfed in her perfume. Her hair was tickling over his face.
He let his hands roam down her back to the lush swelling of her rump. The touch of his fingers on her butt made her hump and writhe. He clutched at the soft moons, squeezed the meaty swell of her tail: an incomparable combination of soft and firm living flesh.
Her hips were humping steadily, up and down, up and down. The wiry hair of her snatch was rubbing his dork raw. He thought he could feel a hot, sticky wetness being smeared on his meat. He knew he could feel hot slippery juice from his dick tip smearing his belly as his dork was milked by her weight.
Her mouth found his again, and he drove his tongue deep into her hot, sucking, sweet, hungry depths. Her teeth chewed on his tongue, clicked against his teeth as their lips were mashed and twisted by the desperate pressure of the kiss. They sucked oh each other, exchanged flavors through their locked mouths. She breathed out, and he felt hot air swirl through his mouth and Out his nose.
Now he was certain of it: her juices were smearing his prick. Every hump of her hips was grinding his cock into her pussy, plowing her labes with it. Her juices were sticky and hot on the base of his dork and on his balls. Her cunt had to be a bubbling cauldron of horniness. Hunger for his shaft was making her tissues foam.
She humped up higher, and he felt his cockhead slip past her lust arch. She moved back down, and his prick plowed her cunt, ground her clit. His dick was smeared with their mingled goo. As she humped, his cock was almost, but not quite, caught in her cunt. His balls felt as big as grapefruits from the load she was building in them. His gut was a heaving, tossing ocean of cum.
When she lifted her hips up, and reached down between their sweaty bodies, he felt his gut tighten in anticipation. Her fingers found the slick bar of his cock and lifted it. He felt her shift and squirm, felt his dick knob nuzzle into a hot, wet, slippery nest lined with meat and fringed with wiry curls.
She whimpered and wriggled, and Terry felt the cunt that had borne him nineteen years before engulfing him once again. He felt his mother slowly drive herself down on his aching hard-on. The envelopment of his meat by her clutching tunnel brought a hot, sizzling seeping to the tip of his already steaming pecker.
He held on, thrust back as she took him with slow, pumping jerks. His dork was absorbed a fraction of an inch at a time. She clutched his back as she slowly spiked herself on him. He thought he was going to erupt before she had half of him, but somehow the pleasure just kept growing and growing, instead of peaking out.
She took the last of his cock with a rush, and a deep sigh. His entire dick was wrapped in hot, live meat. He felt her pubic arch grinding against his, felt her twat walls clutching his pecker as she settled firmly on top of him.
"Oh God," she whispered softly.
Terry felt both relaxed and rigid as he lay under her, trying to become accustomed to the sensation of having his cock engulfed in hot flesh. He clung to her like a barnacle, pressed as much of his body against hers as he could. He wasn't aware of her breasts against him anymore, he felt only a warm, heavy weight grinding him into the mattress. The effort of lifting her with each breath made his chest ache. He loved the sensation, and hugged her to him to increase it.
"God, you're big," Janet moaned. Terry felt a surge of pride.
She drew her knees up beside his waist. His dick squirmed strangely in her hot socket as she moved. Then, slowly, she sat up. His cock levered upright as the angle of her cunt changed. Cool air dried the sweat on his chest and the sex smears on his belly. With a twist of her arms and shoulder, she tossed the sheet back onto his legs, baring herself to the moonlight as she towered over him.
Terry lay there, staring up at her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. The moon made her a sculpture of shadow and silver curves. Glowing light spilled over the thrust and sweep of one boob. Her tit was a dark cone at the end of a sweeping curve. Her hair gleamed like strands of silver. Her face was a life-mask of platinum and ebony. Her lips were slightly parted, and showed the faint jewel-like gleam of her teeth. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were listening to some marvelous, far-off symphony.
Desire overcame his fear of breaking the tableau. Delicately, he reached up and brushed his fingers over the jutting hard points of her boobs. A flicker of excitement passed across her face, and a delicate frowning furrowed her brow. She flinched almost as if she was in pain. The moment passed. Her lips looked fuller as her nostrils flared with her deep breathing.
His hands pressed up and back against the soft, heavy masses of her titties. She leaned into his cupping fingers and palms, let him feel the full masses of her jugs: their weight, their warmth, their softness. Her nipples probed slyly between his fingers. After a moment, she looked down, and he saw a glint of moonlight in her eyes. Her lips curved into a soft smile.
"Hi," she whispered in the silvery blackness.
His throat felt clogged with dust. "Hi," he croaked, still fondling her warm, lush knockers. He pinched her nipples, and saw her wince. Her tongue flickered along her upper lip.
"That feels nice," she whispered.
He pinched her tits again. She writhed slowly and gracefully and her cunt walls squirmed against his cock. She was sitting astride him with her spine very straight and was leaning slightly forward against his hands. Her arms were relaxed, her hands resting gently on her own thighs as she rode him.
When she leaned forward harder, he held her back, crushed her breasts against her ribs. Then she lifted, and he felt her sliding northwards on his cock. The slithering stroke made his cum seethe and bubble in his aching groin. Her down-stroke made his balls pulse.
His mother's fingers fluttered over his hard gut, then down to where their bodies interlocked. He felt her fingering her pussy and his cock. Then she began diddling her clit. He found her self-stimulation arousing rather than insulting, and concentrated on digging his fingers harder into her yielding boobs.
She rose and fell again, and then began to fuck him with a steady rhythm. The walls of her twat burned his dork. He yielded to the urge to lift and hump his own hips as she bounced up and down on him. Their groins met with jolting smacks. Soft, carnal claps echoed in the night. He felt her tits jiggle with each impact.
Her head tipped back and her face gleamed in the moonlight. Her eyes closed again as she concentrated on the fabulous fuck. Terry found the sight of her very arousing, and feasted on her wanton lust. She moved faster. He-responded by ramming up quicker and harder. The clop-clop-clop of their body slaps grew louder and sharper.
They lost their rhythm for a moment-she rode up and down on him instead of posting in opposition to him. She leaned forward, and they quickly regained their beat, began slapping their bellies against each other again. The flames in his groin grew hotter, larger, and more impatient with every slap.
"Oh, I'm going to cum," she whimpered.
"Me, too," he groaned.
"Cum with me," she urged desperately. "Cum with me!"
"Yeah," he panted. "Yeah, here I cum. Here I cum. Here I cum!" His eyes closed as he concentrated completely on the impending eruption. He didn't even realize how hard he was driving his fingers into his mother's' boobs as his cock burst into flame.
She was grunting, sharp, hard chirps of carnality with every impact. Then she stopped, and he held her up with his bowed body. She pumped again, then froze for a moment. Then she pumped one last time before her entire body went rigid. Her knees clamped in against his sides.
His cock went off like an overloaded Roman Candle. Fireball after fireball of cum flamed from his cock. He wished he could reduce his entire body to steaming jism and squirt it into his mother through his pumping, hosing, spasming dork. He lunged up, tried to stuff himself through the too small gate of her cunt, tried to return from whence he came.
His mother hissed softly through her passion-knotted throat. Her cunt was clutching his cock hard and tight. With a low creaking groan, like the seams of an overheated boiler being strained, she lay forward on top of him, pinning his hands between his hard chest and her mushy boobs. Her hands were being ground between their pubic arches until she slowly extracted them from the hot, wet, sticky vice.
Terry dragged his hands out from between their chests, and hugged her to him. He squeezed her until he felt her ribs creaking. His cock felt like it had been twisted like a towel being wrung out. He clenched his gut, drained the last trickles of his cum into her sodden hole.
A few moments later, Terry jerked with the realization he had dozed off with his cock still imbedded in his mother's soaked cunt. He froze, and felt her deep, regular breathing. Then exhaustion and satisfaction overwhelmed him and he slid into a deep, dreamless sleep under the warm living blanket of her body.
He woke slowly and pleasantly. Hard, bright sunshine was streaming into the room, and the mouth-watering aroma of frying bacon filled his nose. For a moment he lay there, amazed at the feeling of total relaxation and satisfaction that had penetrated clear to his bones. When he rolled out of bed and stood up, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of complete well-being. Everything seemed brighter, crisper, fresher, and sharper than ever before.
In a moment he was tracking down the bacon smell. The warm, late morning air brushed his freshly bathed cock as he walked. The crustiness coating his dick had been confirmation of what he had feared might only have been a dream. Pausing in the doorway, he studied her as she poked at the bacon in the pan. The sun made her blonde hair burn with hints of bronze and gold. She was humming softly to herself as she turned the crackling, sizzling strips.
The fact that she was wearing a robe distressed him. After all that she had said, and done, to have her cover herself seemed unfair. Then, with a flash of insight far beyond his years, he realized she had done it not because of how she felt, but out of fear of how he might feel.
Silently, he crossed the kitchen. "Hi, Mom," he greeted her softly, sliding his arms around her waist. His lips went to her neck. She tilted her head as he kissed her. His fingers were deftly untying the belt of her robe.
She shot him a self-conscious smile as he stripped her housecoat off her. Tossing it over a chair, he slid his arms around her again and fondled her soft, heavy boobs lovingly as she continued to poke the bacon. His cock stirred, lifted, nuzzled the crack of her ass.
Giggling, she wiggled her bottom against his pecker. "You are a horny rascal, aren't you?"
Terry chuckled. "You're just the right stimulus is all."
She flushed at the compliment. "Thank you."
Terry pulled himself away from her. His stomach had overruled his balls. "It's true," he insisted, getting out the orange juice. "You're as pretty as the chicks at school-prettier than most."
"Oh, come on now," she snorted, obviously pleased.
"I kid you not."
"Sit down," she directed, filling a plate with bacon as eggs sizzled in the pan.
"Crazy," he noted as he finished his fourth slice of toast.
"What?" she asked, gathering up the dirty plates and putting them in the dishwasher.
"Naked breakfast," he answered.
"You like?" she asked, posing gracefully in the sunlight flooding into the kitchen.
"I like looking at you," he answered, ogling. His cock rose with youthful vigor.
"Thank you."
"Do you like looking at me?" he asked curiously.
"Yes," she admitted, confessing it to herself and to him at the same time. "Yes, I do."
He glanced out the window. "Nice day to be outside," he noted. "Can we go out? Like this?" He felt a tickle of excitement at the thought of being naked outdoors.
"I-guess so," Janet agreed.
"Gee, great," he said, leading the way. The touch of air against his flesh, the unimpeded rays of the sun warming his groin, and the feel of the breeze around his unfettered balls all combined to build a hot flame in his guts.
"It's like-like I'm an Indian in the wilderness or something," he said.
Janet flinched. "Oh, really?"
"Uh huh," he said, walking around, feeling the sway of his hard-on, the cool tickle of the grass under his feet.
"Me, too, sort of," his mother answered. Something in her tone made him study her."
"Do you still play imaginary games?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly. She wasn't looking at him, was running nervous fingers along the back of the chaise she had been in the afternoon before.
"What sort of games?" Something about her manner was making his groin ache.
"Oh, you know, cowboys and Indians? That kind of thing?"
Terry started to admit that sometimes he did, only these days it was in the privacy of his room and usually ended in jacking off. Shame stopped him from admitting it.
"I do," she went on, startling him.
"Really?"
He watched as she nodded tensely. She still wasn't looking at him. "I-pretend I've been caught by Indians," she said in a soft, bubbly voice. "They tie me up, and they uh-torture me." Her voice staggered and caught. "They duh-do anything they want to me."
Terry felt his blood start to boil. His cock was hard as iron. It felt heavy as a lead pipe as it hung from his groin. Gee," he said softly. "It'd be fun to do that. I-I haven't played something like that in a long time."
The glitter in her eyes when she at last looked at him was a mingling of hope, and fear, and lust "It might be fun," she said with totally false casualness.
"Wait here," he ordered. His mind was working furiously as he headed for the house. The house was dark and cool. His hands shook as he rummaged in a kitchen drawer. He finally found a length of clothesline.
She was waiting for him. She was subdued and demure even in her nudity. Her hands were interlocked: the back of one was against the palm of the other. She was trying to hide her pussy with them.
Terry felt sweat trickling from his underarms as he advanced on her. Taking her hands, he crossed her wrists in front of her, and, with a few turns of the cord, tied them together.
Leading her over to the sturdy four-by-four that held up one end of the clothesline, he ran his hostage's rope over the crossbar and raised her hands over her head before tying the line off.
"God, this is just the way I imagine it," his mother moaned, writhing in the hot sun. Her body looked very pale and very vulnerable. Her boobs were lifted by the position of her arms. She increased the eroticism of the pose when she half crossed one thigh over the other to conceal her pussy.
His cock aching with desire, Terry studied his helpless, squirming mother. Her body was striped by sunsuit marks. They were pale white against the tan of the rest of her flesh. Her muff looked soft and fuzzy. There was a faint shadow of stubble in her underarms. He found it very arousing. Her face was shiny with sweat. Beads of perspiration trickled down her ribs as she twisted against her bonds.
"What's this?" he asked, touching faint bruise marks on her pale tits. His finger barely brushed her flesh, yet she whimpered and jerked.
"From last night," she hissed.
"I did that? Gosh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I love it," she moaned, still pulling against the ropes binding her wrists. It was as if she wanted to keep reminding herself of her helplessness.
Terry felt a surprising surge of cruelty and power. He sank his fingers into her soft mounds. "Like this?" he rasped as his dick drooled.
"Yes," she whimpered, shuddering and jerking at the ropes so hard the four-by-four moved a little.
Terry pinched her tits hard, watched pain and lust play across her face as she struggled. He pulled on her nipples, hauled her boobs out into perfect cones. Then he turned them as if they were dials on a radio. He heard her whimper as tears started to trickle down her cheeks.
Remembering a scene from a movie, he shifted his grip to her cheeks and pinched them, forced her lips into a pucker. He pressed his mouth onto hers and raped her with his tongue. His fingers cruelly jammed her jaw open as they dug into her cheeks.
He shifted his grip to a one-handed one, and reached down, and found her cunt. He curled his fingers into her snatch, and found that she was sopping wet. He jammed two fingers up into her drenched channel. Her thighs opened and closed on his hand as her hips humped and squirmed lustily. He found her clit and mangled it against her bony arch with his thumb.
Pulling away from the kiss, he studied the play of feelings across her face as he tormented her twat. He grabbed one of her breasts again, added painful stimulation of her tit to his manipulation of her twat.
She flapped from the ropes like a flag in a high wind. Her whole lush, naked body was twisting and jerking and writhing and bucking as he pinched her boob and ravaged her cunt. It was almost as if he was rebelling against all the years of loving discipline he had received from her.
The bludgeon of his cock was dripping with hominess. The tip of it was stinging from the sun beating down on it. He was sweating with carnal heat as he tortured his helplessly bound mother.
She was gargling mindlessly now, grunting like a pig. Her head was twisting from side to side. Her blonde hair was flailing her cheeks. Her lips were wet with spittle and swollen with desire. She had been reduced to the level of an animal in heat by his brutal treatment.
Terry felt unbelievably powerful as he saw what he could do to his mother, his woman. He dragged his fingers out of her sodden snatch, and painted her face with her own juices. Her mouth sought his sopping fingers, and her teeth closed on them in a tender love bite as she sucked her goo off. The feeling of her tongue playing over his fingers brought a flood of horniness roaring up through his gut.
Pulling his hand free of her sucking mouth, he roughly spread her thighs. He backed her up against the post and bent his knees. Grabbing his cock, he set the head of it in her aroused, soaking wet, slippery cunt mouth. Holding her legs like the handles of a wheelbarrow, he lifted and drove his cock up into her sopping hole with one smooth thrust.
Her head banged back against the post. Her mouth gaped as she endured and savored the spearing of her groin. Terry's instincts took over. He raped her, rammed his cock into her with sharp, hard, brutal drives. The four-by-four creaked. The clothesline jerked and danced each time his body crashed into hers.
The sun, the outside air, and her helplessness, all combined to drive him to the cracking point. His balls drew up tight in his crotch, coiled themselves for the final effort.
His mother gargled and rolled her head slowly from side to side. His cock erupted in her. A steaming flood of cum poured into her in hot gushes. He pushed at her, tried to run his dork clear through her as his last wads of jizz hosed her innards. He held still for a long time, not realizing her feet were clear off the ground and that he had her pinned against the post. When he eased away from her, her weight came down on her wrists, dragged her arms straight.
When he released her thighs, she lowered her feet to the ground, but didn't seem to have the strength to stand. Lifting her with one arm, he managed to untie the rope from the post. Then he gently lowered her to the ground. She sat there, leaning back against the four-by-four, panting. Her sweat-slick boobs heaved. Her legs were folded back to one side. Her pussy was sodden and stringy. The rope from her wrists coiled over her sleek legs, adding a final erotic note to the scene.
"God that was great," Janet moaned.
Terry stood over her, half dazed by what he had done. He was unwilling to release the fantasy of his hostage. "You're my slave for today, right Mom?"
She nodded. "Just keep me tied up, and I'm yours to command."
Terry picked up the loose end of the rope and pulled her to her feet. Leading her to the house, he tied her loosely to the door and went inside.
CHAPTER SIX
Tina lay on her back, her head pillowed on her father's gut. The sun was baking her bare boobs, making her tits sting. It warmed her sleek thighs, her exposed pussy. But it had nothing to do with the soft warmth deep in her belly. That came from a glandular source, rather than a solar one.
She had a fishing rod in her hands. A bobber was drifting aimlessly on the gently moving surface of the lake. Fishing from the dock was generally a futile occupation, but they hadn't felt like using the boat. Reaching back, she took one of her father's hands and guided it to her breast. She cupped his fingers to her soft mound. Her nipple peeked out between two of his fingers.
"Tit cold?" Jason asked lazily.
"It's getting sunburned," she answered. The warmth in her belly was growing.
"Huh! How are you going to explain that all-over tan of yours to your mother?" Jason asked.
Tina grinned. "Same way you're going to explain yours."
"Oh."
"Guess it'll be back to undressing in the dark," Tina added.
Jason grunted.
Tina rolled her head and glanced at the bobber. It was drifting aimlessly. Out of the comer of her eye she saw the semi-hard sausage of his cock. Her pussy shivered and seeped slightly at the sight. "Think Mom and Terry'll make it up here?" Jason shrugged. She felt it as a shudder in his trim gut. "I don't know. Depends on their classes and how they do."
"I hope they don't make it," Tina admitted. "That's hardly a nice attitude."
"But when they show up, then we have to stop," she noted.
"True. But it can't go on forever you know."
"I know," she sighed.
"You knew that from the beginning," he added. "Oh, I know. But I want it to go on for as long as possible. You have Mom, at least. I have to go back to my good right hand."
"You could try Terry," he suggested.
Tina snorted. She liked the way he was toying with her tit. "He's just a kid. He doesn't even know what to do with it."
"Bet he'd love to learn."
Tina reached back with her free hand and fondled her father's dork. "Oh sure. He'd put it in the wrong hole even if he had a road map."
"You might like the wrong hole," Jason teased. "Oh. Yeah?" Tina's tone went from disbelief to curiosity.
"Sodomy's no more of a sin than incest," Jason added, pinching her tit.
"Sodomy," Tina mused softly.
"Or, buggery, if you go for Olde Englishe," Jason added. There was a new tension in his grasp on her tit.
"Have you ever done it with Mom?"
"Uh, no," Jason admitted. "But I've told you, she's the conservative type. She'd die if I even suggested it."
"Don't suggest it, silly. Just do it," Tina giggled. "She'd love it."
"How would you know? You don't know what it's like."
"Instinct," Tina answered confidently. "Anyway, I bet Mom isn't nearly as square as you make her out to be."
"I think I know her better than you do."
"Yeah, but you're a man, and I'm a woman."
"Oh, it's "woman' now, not "girl? Aren't we growing up fast?" Jason teased.
"I know something else that's growing fast," Tina retorted, giving his distended dork a squeeze. "And, after what I've done lately, I am a woman. Aren't I?" she concluded hopefully.
"All woman," Jason assured her, fondling patting her boob with soft, meaty smacks.
Tina pumped her hand slowly on her father's hard-on. Her insides were knotting up as she thought about what she wanted to try with him. Nervously, she squirmed her thighs against each other. She debated asking if they could do it, then scolded herself. Hadn't she just told him not to ask, but to just do?
Dislodging his hand from her aching boob, she sat up. "Here, Daddy, hold the pole for a while."
"How come?" he asked, taking it from her.
She got to her knees and turned to face him. His eyes were on her slender, naked torso. She sat back on her haunches and studied his cock. It was lying up against his hairy gut. "There's another rod I'm more interested in right now," she answered.
"Another rod?"
She leaned forward, and slid her fingers along the dorsal surface of his dork, felt its heat, its soft skin and hard core. As she stroked it, a shining drop emerged from the tip and gleamed like a jewel in the harsh sunlight. When she lifted his dick, a glittering strand linked it to his gut. The strand stretched as it lengthened, and quivered from the slight tremor in her hand.
"Oh ho! And what do you plan to catch with that rod, woman?"
"Eel juice," she answered, lowering her head toward his purple cock-knob. A gentle pinch brought another thick heavy clear glob of juice from the smirking slit at the tip. Very tentatively, she touched her tongue to the fluid.
Instantly, it seemed to fill her entire mouth, drown her in its musky scent and delicate flavor. Her salivary glands reacted as if she had just taken a bite of steak or a freshly fried trout.
With a little chirp of surprise and delight, she engulfed the warm, rubbery head of his pecker with her mouth, swirled her tongue over it, and swept off the delectable juices. She milked the shaft with her hand, brought up hot welling from its rock-hard length.
She didn't break off to ask if Mom had ever done this. She was sure she hadn't. Tina concentrated on the taste and feel of the hot, hard meat between her jaws. Experimentally, she closed her teeth on his cock. He hissed loudly in reaction.
She was still embracing just the rubbery head. Her lips were nestling in the groove that separated the tip from the shaft. She swept her tongue around and around, skated it on the coating of spit and pre-cum. She squirmed, felt hot sun on her bare ass. Her father's hands were doing something. She heard a clatter as he put the fishing rod down on the dock.
Tina lifted up off him. "Well, so much for catching supper," she said, pleased at having distracted him from food gathering.
"I've got another dish in mind," Jason retorted.
"Oh, really?" Tina's excitement surged higher as she tried to imagine what he had in mind.
"Back to your sausage," he ordered, sliding a hand between her thighs and fondling her pussy.
Tina dipped her mouth to his dick again. He pulled on one of her thighs. She eased herself around, following his guidance. Then she took more of his dork between her teeth, and slid the lovely hot length of it back along her tongue.
She lifted her knee and eased it over her father's face. His hands caressed her hips, stroked her soft ass, and slowly drew her down toward his face. It was hard to concentrate on the cock in her mouth when she felt his hot breath on her pussy. Lifting her mouth off his dong, she nibbled it as a dog would a bone, slurped and sucked with lips and tongue. Folding it up against his belly, she licked the underside, stroked it with long, smooth sweeps of her warm tongue. She loved the taste and the heat and hardness of his meat.
His mouth nuzzled into her muff, and a convulsive shudder rocked her. She felt his lips working on her hairy labes. He took a mouthful of pussy fuzz and combed it out with his lips and teeth. Her hair tugged gently at her twat. Then the hot, wormy, exciting tip of his tongue was wriggling its way into her cunt. A hot gush of welcome erupted from her sloppy folds.
Tina lifted his cock and speared her head on it, drove the throbbing shaft to the back of her mouth. She fought the urge to gag and angled her head so the end was pressing the back of her throat. She tried to swallow it as if it was a monster bite of steak.
The need to breathe forced her to back off. She inhaled, and then drove her mouth down on him, and swallowed his cockhead. She felt his tongue spear deep into her cunny as she took his cock deep into her throat. She wondered giddily if his tongue might meet his cock deep in her body.
His legs were spread wide. She fondled his balls with her fingers as she sucked his cock. His hands pried at her tail, dragged the soft cheeks apart until the bottom crack stung from the stretching. She felt him digging into her ass valley as she dandled his nuts on her fingers and drew heavily on his dork. His tongue fucked in and out of her cunt with a mad, spearing wriggling that brought wave after burning wave of juices from her hot folds.
Tina's insides seemed to be winding tighter, and tighter, and tighter as she sucked his cock. The sun, the lake, and the splintered planks of the dock were all accents to the gross carnal act. She ate his cock as she felt his tongue wiggling deep in her hole. It was a feeling no dick could duplicate.
His finger touched her asshole and a mad itch flared up inside her. His tongue wriggled in her slick, sopping depths, and her asshole flinched arid burned as he scratched her tailgate. She began to fuck her head up and down as she felt him start to pry his fingertip into her asshole.
Her own hands seemed to have a mind of their own: they were seeking the puckery opening to her father's bowels. A touch on his dimpled ass brought a hot, eager thrust from his cock. His mouth dragged from her cunthole to her clit as she slowly twisted her finger into his rubbery sphincter.
His lips fastened on her clit like a sucker-fish's, triggering a fireball in her belly. Her tongue swirling around his throbbing cock, she twisted her finger into his greasy depths. She felt his finger penetrating her anal ring, grinding its way into her asshole. Her asshole burned like fire. Hot gushes of goo flooded from her pussy as he drilled her dirt road.
Suddenly, she pulled her finger out of his tail hole, and released her sucking possession of his dork. Sliding forward, she hugged his dick to her chest, and stroked his balls with her tongue. She squirmed to stimulate his dork with her boobs, pressed it between them.
Inches in front of her eyes was the dusky bump of his asshole. As she sucked on his balls, she studied his winkie. She felt her innards knotting tighter and tighter as she thought about what she wanted to do. Her stomach heaved at the idea of wriggling her tongue into his shitty crater.
In the end, fear overcame lust and she eased back from her target. With a whimper, she recaptured his cock and pumped her mouth madly up and down on it as her cumming crept closer and closer. The finger in her ass was driving her crazy. She rammed her own finger back into his asshole as she took his bucking fuck down her throat.
His lips sucked on her clit berry as if it was a tit. The feeling that he was ripping it out by the roots sent wave after wave of fire bursting over her. His tongue flicked the nubbin and her hips rocked and humped, rammed her clit down on his face, dug his nose into her cunt. He began to fuck his finger in and out of her rubbery ass. Fireball after fireball billowed up through her.
She began to cum. All the fireballs merged into a single tower of carnal excitement. And, just at that happened, her twisting, squirming finger felt a pulsation deep in his asshole. She took the first, hot, creamy, gooey spurt of jizz straight down her throat. Then she had to draw back for a breath of air, and viscous semen flooded her mouth as the flames of her cumming flooded her body. The thick, musky, salty flavor of his sex juice turned her on even more.
As the hot sun beat down on her bare back, she swallowed cum and cock and bored her finger into her father's asshole. At the same time, her crotch was being eaten alive. He chewed on her sloppy, gushing folds and finger-fucked her shitter until she thought she was going to die.
By the time his cock stopped spurting and began to shrink in her mouth, she was reduced to a whimpering, quivering lump of exhaustion. She felt his asshole spasming and let her finger slide out of his shitty depths as her own bowels shat him out. He twisted his head so he could breathe. His chin dug into her snatch as she went limp on top of him.
With a contented sigh she rested her cheek on his sticky thigh and licked his dick lovingly. She felt glutted with cum, even though she knew a man's actual spouting rarely measure more than a teaspoonful or so. His flavor clung to her mouth and tongue, and his scent to her finger.
"That was yummy," she sighed at last, wriggling off him and sprawling languidly on her back to let the sun and breeze dry his spit on her pussy and thighs.
"Delicious," Jason agreed. "Prime cut."
"I'm a cock-sucker," Tina said.
"I'm a cunt-lapper," Jason replied.
"Filthy!"
"Disgusting!"
"Revolting!" Tina exclaimed.
"Sickening!"
"PERVERTED!" they chorused, then dissolved into helpless laughter. Their bellowing startled a nearby bird into squawking flight.
"Oh my, oh my," Tina gasped as her laughter slowly faded.
"Gross!" Jason wheezed weakly.
Tina thought of this time with her father ending and felt a sharp pang. She rolled over and got to her feet. For a moment she stood there, a slender, graceful, nude sylph-like figure on the end of the dock. Then she arched into the lake and the cold water closed around her steaming body, sweeping away the spit, the cum, and the sweat, but not the memory of what she had just shared with her father.
She swam out toward the center of the lake. She kept her head up so she could watch the gently rolling water. Every kick of her feet and stroke of her arms stirred the deeper, colder water. Icy currents played around her calves and her pussy. When she shifted to a slow breast stroke, she heard her father splashing along behind her. Then he caught up and joined her.
"Hi, Daddy," she said, rolling to her side in the water.
"Hi, Baby," he answered gently. "You okay?"
She nodded, and reached for him, slid into his welcoming embrace. She was oblivious to the frigidity of the depths as they sank together. All she cared about was the warm, hard feel of his body against hers.
"Oh, Daddy, I love you so much," she whimpered as they surfaced.
"I love you, too, Baby. More than I can say," he replied. "I always have."
She let him break the clutch at last. "Let's get ashore before we freeze to death," he suggested. His teeth were chattering.
In a few minutes he was helping her up onto the dock. They sat down lovingly side by side. The hot sun warmed them quickly. Exhaustion prompted Tina to stretch out on her back. She dozed off as Jason picked up a fishing rod and baited the hook.
She woke sometime later to the feel of her father's hands, heavy and oily, massaging the soft, warm mounds of her boobs. He was sitting beside her and pressing and kneading her firm young globes. His fingers were pinching and rolling her tits. Languidly, she reached out and stroked his strong thigh. For a while she lay quiet and just savored the feel of her knockers being squeezed and mashed.
"And just what do you think you are doing?" she asked at last.
"Suntan oil," Jason answered. His grin was hard to see against the bright sky behind him.
"Oh sure, uh huh," she agreed skeptically. "Only on my boobs?"
"I was going to get to your pussy in a minute," he assured her.
"I'll just bet you were," she chuckled, her innards squirming with lust.
His hands slithered down to her belly. She purred as he stroked her gut, pressed in around her navel, then poked a finger into the dimple itself. She writhed erotically, and let her legs part. She felt the sun on her snatch. It was burning right through the fine light fuzz of her . brown muff.
His hands slipped lower, slid along the groove where thigh joined body. His touch there sent unexpected shudders through her. She felt her inner labes heat up, swell and seep hot juice as her pussy lips were tugged and spread by the drag against her flesh.
She felt a wave of disappointment when he skipped her cunt heart. He spread oily cream on her sleek, smooth thighs, and worked her slack muscles like a skilled masseur. He finished up at her feet: he kneaded the bones, tendons and muscles, stretched and worked her toes.
Then, as she half dozed with her eyes closed against the sun's glare, his hands found her twat. The massaging he gave her soft, hairy labes triggered thick gushes of sex juice, even though he was careful not to penetrate the slit itself. Instead, he meticulously massaged her mound until she was a steaming swamp of hominess.
"Turn over," he ordered quietly.
Willingly, and curious about what he was going to do next, she complied. The rough planks of the dock scraped her aroused tits as she stretched out on her belly. She settled her cheek onto the weathered wood. The sudden lack of attention to it made her press her pussy against the hard planking.
She felt the dock shift as her father moved around. Then his legs straddled hers and his ass eased down on her feet. His oily fingers began to work their way up the backs of her legs. She felt every muscle in her calves and thighs slowly go limp from the skilled massage.
His hands mashed down on the warm, soft globes of her butt, pressed her pussy against the dock. The gentle stimulation of her clit sent a slow warmth through her, which made all her muscles go even softer.
And, when he went to work on her back, the grinding of her boobs against the dock softened her still more. She felt as if she was a soggy dishrag, just a bunch of bones held together by skin.
Something was resting against the crack of her ass. It was hot, and hard. As her father moved, it slid up and down her ass, stroked that tender, vulnerable valley. Something about the tentative sliding made her want to raise her rear.
So, she did. She felt the hot prod dig into her crack this time. The point of it probed her tail, then slipped up her crevice, plowed her crack with its torpedo head.
Her father shifted, pried her legs apart with his knee. She spread her legs wide, let him kneel between them. She hunched her butt higher. Her cheek was still resting on the dock. Her boobs scraped the rough wood gently, and hot flames burned through her. Her erect tits were being rasped by the tough grain.
His hands grasped her butt cheeks and began squeezing and kneading the soft globes. His thumbs pried into her crack, spreading it. They probed her crevice, pressed oil into the valley, tugged at her until she felt her asshole stretching and stinging.
He touched her bung and she whimpered and lifted her backside higher in invitation. She felt his thumb dig at her tail hole, felt it being greased with suntan oil. She felt greater and greater pressure at her back door and fought to admit his thumb to her bowels.
The feel of his thumb slowly penetrating her shitter sent rivers of boiling oil through her veins. She felt her ring of muscle being slowly pried open, and fought to relax, to let him in, deeper and deeper. She wiggled her ass slightly as his thumb dilated her gate and oiled her rubbery ring.
The bulb of his thumb made it, and she felt her tail ring close slightly around the narrower part of his digit. He pushed his thumb deep into her, and wrenched a moan out of her. Her asshole being pried wider again by the base of his thumb made her lift her tail and push back against him.
He rotated his hand in her ass crack so his thumb twisted and turned in her greasy chute. She thought she was going to die, it felt so good. Her pussy was streaming, bawling with frustration that her other hole was getting all the attention.
She knew what she wanted. She prayed that he knew. She didn't want him to ask, she wanted him to just do it. She moaned when his thumb left her. She kept her rear up, her face down. Little tremors shook her as she lay humped on the dock. The sun burned her back and rear as she waited.
His cock nuzzled her tail. She sighed with relief when she felt his rubbery dork head prying into her ass crack. She stretched her arms straight out from her shoulders and hunched her ass up. The head of his prick knocked against her rear entrance. She whimpered as flames seared her.
He pushed. She struggled to relax her ass. She battled all the instincts of her bowels to admit the invader. She felt the pressure against her sphincter grow as he leaned against her. The only contact between them was his cock against her asshole.
He wiggled his oily dick, and finally, she felt her valve yielding. The very tip of his dork was prying its way into her! It was less of a dilation than his finger had managed. Anticipation of what was to come made her pleasure greater than it had ever been. She had in her mind the vision of his hard, erect cock. And the image of that dork jamming into her rectum sent her lust soaring sky-high.
He gained ground, pried her farther open by easing his pecker in with a levering motion. He changed it to a circular, screwing sort of pressure, and got in faster. Her rear ring stung and binned and ached as it spasmed. Her reflexes were still fighting her conscious control. She discovered that if she pretended she was trying to shit, it opened her gate to him.
She felt like she was being ripped open by his prod. She wondered how far in he was. She felt her muscle ring stretching wider, and wider, and wider, and realized with a shudder that he had yet to get the head of his dork into her. Suddenly there was a searing, slithery, slipping sensation. She moaned.
Then there was a hot burning at her tailgate, and a swelling pressure in her belly, and she realized what was happening. He was pistoning the full bulk of his cock into her! She was getting the entire banana mass of his phallus crammed up her shit chute.
The feel of his mammoth cock filling her crap-per immobilized her with mingled horror, pain, and above all, pleasure.
His hips crunched against her fear. She felt his balls slap her pussy as they swung. Futilely, her asshole tried to pinch his dick off. All it did was cause searing pain in her ass. But the pain was pleasure because it told her of her condition.
His hands clamped around her waist and steadied her. As he began to stroke his cock in her bung, she thought she was going to faint. The outstroke was like a monster, iron-hard shit. The instroke was indescribably delicious. She abandoned herself to the unholy symphony of pleasure. Even the way her naked, aroused tits were being scraped against the hard planks added to her pleasure.
The cock stroked in and out of her rear like a huge piston. She felt her asshole being tugged out, then jammed in. She felt her cunt walls pinching and rolling against each other as the mass in her ass pushed and pulled. She thought vaguely of reaching back and fingering her pussy-but she was so near cumming she didn't have the strength to move her arms. So she dug her fingernails into the dock as the flames roared higher.
Her father began grunting. Like a rutting animal, he wheeled, and panted, and snorted as he cornholed her. His hips hammered against hers, his balls swung and slapped her hairy twat. His fingers were strangling her slender waist.
Someone else was grunting, too. For a moment, Tina's dazed mind thought some stranger was there. Then she realized that she was grunting every time her father's cock slammed into her tail. It was like he was ramming her diaphragm, driving the wind from her lungs.
She began to cum. She felt her cunt fountain a hot gush of juice. A blowtorch flame of pleasure incinerated her brain, left her a seething, bubbling mass of animal ecstasy.
She felt her father slam deep into her bowels.
Then the cock in her rear was pulsing like a star. There was a strange sensation in her bung, like she was getting a hot water enema.
The thought of semen flooding her bowels added fuel to the fire consuming her. The jerking, pumping, pulsing cock in her rear swelled until she felt like all her innards had been converted to cock.
She fainted. She returned to consciousness as her father's dork dragged out of her glutted rear. Her asshole closed with a stinging feeling of relief as the contents of her bowels slowly resumed their accustomed place. With a soft, contented sigh she curled up and rolled to her side, and pillowed her head on her clasped hands.
"You okay?" her father asked anxiously.
Tina nodded. "It's a little bit like beating your head against a stone wall," she sighed.
"How's that?"
She sighed again. "It feels so good when you stop."
"Oh," he grunted, a little put off.
"Not that it didn't feel great while it was happening," she added.
"Oh."
"How did it feel to you?" she asked curiously.
"Fantastic. Tight, and hot, and greasy. The friction was incredible. Felt like it was tearing the skin off my pecker at first."
"At first?"
"Yeah. Then it rubbed my dick like I couldn't believe. It's a miracle I lasted as long as I did."
"Felt like a hot enema when you finally did let go," Tina purred. "Zowie!"
"You really liked it, huh?"
"I really did."
"It-it felt like some of your shit was wedging into my dick tip," he mused. "Jesus! What a sensation!"
"One trouble," she cautioned, conscious of the pain in her tail.
"What's that?"
"I don't think I can take it too often."
"Hurts, huh?"
"Yeah."
"We could get some hemorrhoid cream."
Tina giggled. "You promise to do the honors with it?"
"You're disgusting," he snorted.
Tina frowned. "Do you really think so?"
"No, not really," he soothed. "I'm just not used to such frankness."
"I'm sorry," Tina apologized.
Jason was staring out across the lake and dangling his feet off the dock. "Don't be sorry. Probably it's a good thing."
"How so?" Tina turned over and leaned back on her arms so the sun could warm her boobs.
Her father shrugged. "It's kind of silly, when you stop and think of it, to be uptight about something like sex."
"I think violence is much worse," Tina noted. "You're right. People aren't usually hurt by good, honest sex."
"Not if they consent to it."
"Consenting adults," he mused. Then he shook his head. "But you're not an adult."
"Who says?"
"The law. Society. The legal age in this state for girls-women-was twenty-one."
Tina snorted. "I started maturing physically years ago. I was capable of bearing children when I was thirteen. I've been cumming, using my hand, for years. But I'm supposed to wait until I m twenty-one or twenty-two to marry, even though I can do it without your consent when I'm nineteen."
"I hope you don't."
And I'm not supposed to have sex until I marry," she went on. "So, I'm supposed to twiddle my thumbs...."
"Thumbs?" he teased.
"Or whatever," she answered, smiling. "Twiddle my whatever for five or more years while I keep my cherry. It's like-like tying down the safety valve on a pressure cooker. Kids used to marry at thirteen or fourteen or fifteen, when they matured. Now we mature earlier, and marry later. And there is a very awkward gap in between."
Jason grunted. "I hadn't really thought of that."
Tina was warming to her subject. "And now, with the whole women's lib thing, girls are supposed to be the same as boys. Boys, though, are regarded with a "boys will be boys' attitude when they fuck. A girl who fucks is loose, or a tramp, or a whore."
"Okay, okay," Jason laughed, overwhelmed by her vehemence.
"Sorry," Tina apologized, flushing self-consciously.
"The trouble is, it's an emotional issue, and logic doesn't count."
"So, when the summer is over it's back to straightsville?" Tina grumbled.
Jason shook his head slowly. "You can never go back," he mused. "I only hope your mother cancan loosen up. After all that we've done, I know I can't just go back to night fucks in a dark bedroom."
"And what about me?" Tina asked plaintively.
"I wish I knew," he sighed sympathetically. "I wish I knew."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Terry decided he would never tire of being naked. Nor ever get bored by the sight of a naked woman. His cock swayed heavily as he advanced on his nude mother. He loved the sight of the boobs that had nourished him, the sight of the pussy that had given him birth. He loved the weight of his erect cock, and the ache of anticipation that grew in his groin as he approached her.
The fact that she was tied up with coils of clothesline added to his horniness. The only times she would have anything to do with him sexually were late at night, when she slipped into his room, or called him to her bed. Or when she was tied, helpless, his captive in the yard or house.
Today she was bound more thoroughly than usual. Her wrists were tied behind her back. Rope was looped around her body and upper arms. Coils crisscrossed her soft tits, cut into her warm flesh. Her nipples jutted desperately from between the coils. He saw her shoulders work as she tested the knots. There was lust in her eyes as he advanced on her, the bludgeon of his hard-on leading the way.
"Ever sucked a cock?" he asked.
She hesitated, and then shook her head. It was as if she was afraid to open her mouth because she thought he was going to jam his dick between her lips if she parted them.
"Well, you're going to today," he told her, his nineteen-year-old balls curdling at the thought
"No," she whispered.
"Oh, yes," he assured her. "You're my captive. You don't have any choice in the matter." He didn't remind her that it had all been her idea in the first place. She had suggested the ropes, though he had decided how they were used. Last night in the dark safety of the bedroom she had told him she had always wanted to try cock-sucking, but had never had the nerve.
Grasping it by the base, he brandished his hard-on in her face, waved it tantalizingly at her. Her eyes fastened on it and followed it. Her tongue licked nervous, dry lips as she squirmed against the ropes.
Funny how just the thought of having his cock sucked made his balls sizzle. He pinched his pecker, and squeezed out a hot drizzle of pre cum. It gleamed in the bright sun. The thick, clear drop broke away from his cock, formed a single, thin strand, then fell to her thigh, so they were linked by a silver thread.
Grasping a fist full of her dusky blonde hair, Terry thrust his dork at his mother's face. Her lips opened, and he jammed his dick into her mouth. The feel of her lips encircling his pecker brought another hot drop of pre-cum. He felt her tongue stroking his dong as she licked up his juices, tasted his seepings.
The sight of her helpless cock-sucking made his balls draw up to his groin. He grinned down at her. The sight of his cock stabbing her face made his insides curdle with hominess. He tightened his grip on her hair.
"Suck it," he urged, forcing his cock to the back of her throat.
She choked, gagged on his blocky meat. Her tongue rubbed the dorsal vein, rendered more fuck oil from his glands. Closing her eyes, she sucked on the meat straw jamming her jaws wide.
Changing his grip, he put a hand on either side of her head. Slowly, he stroked his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. His nuts sizzled as he screwed her face.
The savage was at her again, and Janet loved it. She loved the stinging sun on her back, the agony in her shoulders and tits. She loved the fantasy come-true: being forced to suck cock, forced to take a man's meat between her jaws. Her gut twisted as she looked forward to the hot, gooey flood. She sucked on the live sausage, savored the sticky flavor of it. His brutal grip on her hair as he guided her moves made her cunt steam.
She wished she could reach up and caress his glutting tower. The fact that she couldn't increased her pleasure. She had to use only her mouth to trigger the sizzling flood. Tonguing his meat, she pressed it against the roof of her mouth. Then, shielding her teeth with her lips, she slid his peckerhead to the back of her mouth, until she felt her stomach clench. She gagged.
As she sucked in a breath through her nostrils, she was forced to take more cock. Still holding her head, he jammed his hips at her, rammed his dick down her throat. She tried to swallow his phallus. Tears began trickling down her cheeks. Her tits throbbed with horniness and her pussy wept with frustration.
The hands gripping her head yanked it forward and back. Her hair flailed around her tear-stained cheeks as his cock battered her throat. His hips fucked her with sharp, brutal strokes. She twisted and squirmed against the cruel, thin cords cutting into her chest, tits, and arms.
Cock-sucker. The vulgar word sizzled in her brain. The knowledge that it was her son's cock she was sucking brought a tight wrenching to her horny disgust. She felt fouled. And she loved it.
She sucked harder on his pistoning cock, felt the veins beneath the skin, the hard core of his swollen dick. She felt the skin slither over the inner hardness. Her tongue lay along the underside. She could feel the hump of his cum-channel. His balls swung and slapped her chin, his bush tickled her nose.
She sucked cock as the sun burnt down on her naked shoulders. She sucked cock while somewhere nearby a bird sang noisily. She sucked cock while somewhere in the distance one of her normal, sane neighbors mowed the lawn. She sucked her son's cock, did something to him she had never even dared suggest to his father.
His drives grew quicker, sharper, deeper. He was forcing her to swallow his cock! She choked and snorted. Her breathing kept being interrupted by the corking action of his cockhead. Her insides were a writhing nest of lust snakes. She wanted him to cum in her. She wanted his cum flooding her mouth-not so it would be over, but as a symbol of her success, and because she wanted to taste his thick jism.
She wiggled her tongue desperately against the underside of his cock. She tried to rub the flesh off it, tried to set fire to his guts.
His jerking fucking stopped. His cock was rammed down her gullet. She felt it pulse, like a cannon barrel. She felt a hot squirm run the length of his dick. A searing hot glob hit her throat like a bolt of thick, hot soup. If his cock hadn't been jamming her throat, she would have yelled with joy. All she could do was silently exult as she felt his cock pumping in her mouth, his thick goo flooding down her throat.
His grip on her head relaxed and she drew back enough to fill her lungs with desperately needed air. His cock kept pumping, kept flooding her mouth with his thick essence. She sucked and drew on him, tried to extract his cum. It spilled over her tongue and swirled around her teeth. Her head was swimming in the thick smell, while her tongue was coated with the viscous fluid.
She felt his cock give a final lurch, and caught the last spurt with her tongue as he began to lose his hard-on. She felt a wave of relief when he rammed his cock into her mouth, rather than dragging it out of her ravenous lips. Frantically, she sucked his withering dick. She wanted to keep it hard. Desperately, she urged it to pour more cum into her. Her only reward was a hot seeping of the leftovers trapped in his cum-tube.
He let go of her head when his cock was limp as a rag. It slithered from her mouth like a dead caterpillar. A thick drop of spit and cum drooled slowly down her chin. She tipped her head back and let him see the filth on her face.
"Cock-sucker," he growled.
"Mother-fucker," she answered, her voice thick with lust.
Terry laughed and gave her a push that sent her flopping sideways onto the grass. Janet rolled and writhed there, her hominess a hot flame in her cunt. She battled her ropes, reminded herself of them while she tried to bring herself off by humping and heaving on the lawn. She spread her legs wide, felt sun and air strike her hot cunt. She watched her naked, cock-drained son feasting on her desperate hominess. He was gloating over her helplessness.
She flopped like a fish until she realized it was useless, that a cumming was out of her reach. She relaxed and lay on her back in the sun. Her cunt drooled mindlessly with hunger. Deliberately, she kept her legs spread, kept her cunt exposed as she caught her breath. Her mouth was thick with the taste of semen.
Terry flopped down on a lounge chair and finished his beer as he studied her. Then he began toying lazily with his cock. His limp dick flopped in his fingers. The hunger in her cunt built as she watched.
"Bugger me," Janet whispered, sensing his horniness even though she couldn't see his hard-on.
"What?"
"Bugger me," she repeated. Then, as if she didn't think he knew what she meant, she added, "Oil your cock and ram it up my ass."
Terry's hominess surged higher at the mad request. Grabbing the suntan oil, he greased his cock until it gleamed in the hard, hot sunlight. Dropping the tube of cream, he knelt behind his groveling mother.
The marks from her sunsuit were less prominent now, after the long days of total nudity. The creamy globes of her butt were gently tanned. The crack, though, was paler, the sun having had a hard time reaching its depths. Her asshole was a puckery brown bud, a funnel-shaped target for his throbbing, greasy dick.
Terry drove his finger into her cunt from behind and used that grasp on her to lift her ass higher. He heard her moan. His cock sizzled at the feel of her hot wet folds around his finger. She obeyed his hook, raised her ass. He stopped when her bung was even with his cock. Grasping his dork, he set the head on her asshole.
He humped his hips forward against his cock, and watched the head bulge from the pressure. He felt the tip slowly penetrate her winkie as her asshole spasmed. He saw the wrinkles slowly stretch out of her butt valve as his cock forced its way into her reluctant ring. The clutch of her rubbery muscle around his cockhead was unlike anything he had experienced in his short life. His cock leaked a hot, stinging flow of pre-cum.
The burning in his balls increased his eagerness. He managed to partially restrain himself, to hold back enough to keep from bursting her with his thrust, to drive just the rest of his cockhead into her tight gate. The feel of her shitter clutching the knob of his cock brought another searing spasm to his balls. He paused, and felt her asshole clench around his corking dork.
His own cumming having receded to a safe distance, Terry bored into his mother's rear again. He watched, and felt, his cock slide slowly into her greasy depths. He eased it in without a pause. He pistoned everything ahead of him as he jammed her butt with his cock. The skin of his prick burned and stung from the stretching, tugging friction. It wrinkled backwards as he drove forwards.
The stroking of the greasy velvet walls of her asshole almost set him off. He jammed his hips against the soft cushion of her rear, and held very, very still. His cock pulsed on the ragged edge of cumming, and then subsided to a solid ache of anticipation.
"Oh, my God, my God, my God," his mother whimpered into the lawn. "It's so good, so Godawful good!"
"Tight," Terry grunted.
"Feels like I got an elephant up my ass," she murmured thickly. "God!" Her fingers flexed as she squirmed against the ropes still binding her. The touch of her fingers on his bush made his cock seep into her dark depths.
Grasping her waist, Terry drew his cock slowly out of her greasy asshole until just the head was in her. Then he drove back in. His whole body burned from the friction against his cock. He dragged back out again, and felt her moan with his cock as he heard it with his ears.
His mother groaned with every stroke as he buggered her. His cock flamed, his balls drew up tight as he fucked her butt. The puddle of cum in his gut grew larger and more impatient with every slow stroke up her tail.
Terry rammed forward, not fast, but powerfully, and mashed her asscheeks with his hips, tried to spear his cock clear through her. His balls nudged her pussy. His insides clenched, and cum erupted from his cock like boiling lead. Thick and viscous, it battled the back pressure. As he unloaded into his mother's rear, Terry felt like he was being tied into a tight, hard, cramping knot.
His whole body seemed to be contracting into a ball of carnal pleasure. Every muscle strained to spurt the blistering wads of cum into her, to squeeze him dry. Finally, gasping and weak, he draped himself over her back.
His cock shriveled, and her asshole rebelled, and he felt his cock being driven out of her by wave-like contractions of her rectum. The feeling of being shat out almost brought life back to his exhausted cock-but there wasn't enough cum left in him. His limp dick squirmed from her rear and slithered down and drooped sadly over his balls.
Together, they toppled slowly over to their sides, and snuggled belly to back and bound hands. Terry hugged his mother's soiled, roped body to his. He felt cum on her belly. Then he fingered her filthy pussy. She spread her thighs, and trapped his fingers between them. She purred contentedly while they savored their dwindling passion.
"God I feel filthy," Janet sighed at last, rousing Terry from a doze.
"Me, too," he agreed.
He felt her fingers wiggle against his belly. "I think my hands have gone to sleep," she noted.
"I better untie you," he said, wriggling away from her. She rolled forward on her belly while he worked at the knots. Then, with a soft groan, she let her hands slide to her sides. For a moment she just lay there on the still wet grass. Finally, she got her hands under her, and pushed herself slowly to her knees. A pearly trickle of cum seeped from her asshole, and gleamed in the afternoon sun.
Under the shower they soaped each other with loving hands, washed away the evidence of their activities. Bits of grass swirled in dizzying circles, then spiraled down the drain. With them went a mad mingling of cum and shit.
"God that was unbelievable," Janet sighed a few minutes later as she fixed herself a drink.
"Did you like it?" Terry asked.
Janet nodded, then hid behind her glass. "Yes."
"Everything?"
"Everything," she confessed, to him and to herself.
"I didn't know people did things like that," Terry mused.
Janet snorted softly. "Neither did I. I guess when you get turned on enough, anything goes."
"I guess so."
Janet stared pensively into her drink. She was thinking of Jason. Too bad he never let himself go, never got really turned on.
"One more week, huh?" Terry asked.
"What?"
"One more week until we go up to the cabin," he elaborated.
Janet felt her spirits sag at the thought of it all ending. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Do we have to go?"
Janet wished they didn't, but knew that they did. It had to end. Dragging it out would make it uncomfortable for both of them. "We do," she answered. "I told him we were when he called yesterday."
"Why'd you have to tell him that?" Terry asked plaintively.
Sensing deadly danger, Janet stiffened. "Terry, what we've had this summer has been wonderful, special. But Jason is my husband. You are my son. It can not last!"
Terry wilted under her anger. "Oh, I know it," he muttered.
She wanted to ease his pain. "You'll find a girl your own age, soon."
Terry fiddled with the hair on his thigh. "She won't do all the things we've done," he grumbled.
"Now that's where you're wrong," Janet argued. "She will, if you ask her the right way."
"You think so?"
"I'm sure," Janet answered firmly.
"What about you and Dad?"
"What about us?" she asked.
"Will you and Dad do things like-like we did this afternoon?"
Janet thought of Jason's reserve, and shook her head. "No."
"But..
"No more about this," she ordered firmly. "Your father and I have had a very happy marriage for the past nineteen years. Or is it twenty?"
"Twenty," Terry answered.
"Anyway, we've been content with what we've had," Janet went on. "So, I'll go back to it. That's all."
"Do you think you'll be able to go back to that?" he asked.
Janet saw his point, and tried to ignore it. "I'll have to. He hasn't left that path, after all. He's still a very conventional lover."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tina squirmed uncomfortably on the hard chair and nibbled the last bit of fish off the bone and put it back on her plate. Then she dabbed her lips daintily, and flicked a crumb off one tit. "You hurt my bottom," she pouted.
Jason frowned. "Really?"
She grinned at him, her eyes twinkling. "Not seriously, but really," she answered.
"Sorry to hear that," he responded as he finished his supper.
"I'm not," she answered. "Though I do think you should do something about it."
"What?"
She felt her insides tightening up. "Do you remember what you used to do when I hurt myself?"
Jason looked puzzled. "You want a band aid?"
"Oh, Daddy," Tina snorted. "Don't you remember?"
Jason frowned as she cleared away the dirty dishes, and stacked them in the sink under the old hand pump. "Uh, no," he admitted guiltily.
"You used to kiss the hurt to make it well," she answered, her throat tight.
"Oh, yeah, that's right."
"Well?" she asked.
He looked at her. "Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to?"
"Aren't I going to what?"
"Aren't you going to kiss it and make it well?" She saw his cock start to rise, and knew that he had realized she was serious. "You're kidding," he said warily.
"I am not. You hurt my bottom. I expect you to kiss it and make it well."
"Sonovabitch!" His cock was lifting its head like a cobra seeking its prey.
Tina slid her hands up her torso and cuddled her tits. She resisted the urge to double up with hominess. "I think it's only fair, after all."
Jason got a wicked, calculating gleam in his eyes. "Well, may I remind you that you hurt my bottom?"
"I did? When?"
"The other day," he answered. "With your finger."
Tina tried to look outraged at the accusation. Her hominess was growing. The itch in her gut was tearing at her innards. "That was days ago! You didn't say anything then!"
"Nevertheless," he insisted, "you did hurt my bottom. It hurts now, even," he finished.
Tina giggled tensely. "And you want me to kiss it and make it well?"
"It's only fair," he retorted.
Tina found it was hard to breathe as they approached the actual act. "If I kiss yours to make it well, will you kiss mine?"
"Will you kiss mine if I kiss yours?" he shot back.
Tina's throat knotted up, making it hard for her to answer. She nodded. "Yes," she choked out.
She knew they both knew that they were talking about more than a simple lip-pucker kiss. She felt her pussy drool with lust. The itch was getting worse.
"Since you suggested it, I think it's only fair that you be first," Jason said softly.
Tina gulped. Her stomach knotted and her mouth began watering. She thought fleetingly of backing out. Her lust and curiosity wouldn't let her. "All right," she agreed hoarsely. "You'll-uh-have to show me where it hurts."
Jason's cock swayed like the boom of a sailboat as he turned toward the rumpled, tangled bed. "All right," he agreed. "Come here."
On legs that felt like stilts, Tina tottered over to him. Feeling dazed and half mad, she watched her father kneel on the bed and spread his knees slightly. His cock hung down heavily, and his balls sagged along the root of his shaft. His nuts did a strange, slow-motion dance up and down in their wrinkled sac.
Lowering his cheek to the bed, Jason reached back between his legs. His wrist eased his dangling cock to one side. He slid one finger up the bag of his balls and pointed. "Right there," he hissed.
Tina went rigid at the sight of his asshole. Her insides twisted into a tight, hard knot as she knelt on the bed. Her gaze fastened on the dirty pucker. Her pussy wept heavily and her mouth flooded with spit as she leaned over, and braced her hands on his tight, hard ass.
She thought again of not doing it. Her lust battered the idea down in a moment. The thought of having his tongue worming its way into her asshole destroyed all her fingering reservations. The knowledge that this was one of their last chances to explore the outreaches of sex also drove her on. It was like a weight was pressing down on her shoulders, forcing her to bend, lower and lower, closer and closer to her target.
She kissed one cheek of his ass. She bit him, sank her teeth into his hard flesh. Then she tongued the fold of skin in her jaws. She nibbled her way toward the valley, and felt the tremors that were wracking him. Her hand sought blindly between his thighs, and her fingers closed on the throbbing stalactite of his cock. She tugged at it, tried to make it longer.
Her lips nuzzled between his asscheeks, sought and found the puckery hollow. Gently, she let her lips work on the wrinkled ring. She screwed her courage and horniness higher, until at last she had the guts to slide her tongue between her lips and touch his asshole.
She felt him lurch, felt his bung wink reflexively from the hot probe. His cock swelled and pulsed in her grasp. She was engulfed in the smell of sweat and cum and shit as her nose ground into the crack of his ass.
Vile, wanton lust driving her on, she twisted and probed the closed valve with her tongue tip. Squirming and worming it, she wriggled slowly into the resisting muscle ring. She wondered if she was going mad with lust: being willing to commit such an act was crazy. And she wasn't just willing. She was more than willing. She was eager to do it.
She slowly wormed her tongue deeper and deeper into her father's rear. She fought for every fraction of an inch: the rubbery donut resisted the invasion valiantly. The cock in her hand was being smeared with juices as she pumped it. She stroked and milked it as if it was a cow teat dangling from his belly.
When he suddenly moved, she fought to keep what ground she had gained in his asshole. Desperately, she pushed her face into his ass as he twisted and squirmed. He managed to roll on his side and drag her with him. He was writhing and twisting-trying to escape?
No! He was trying to reach her asshole! Tina slid over on her side and they slithered and squirmed into a head-to-crotch sixty-nine position. She folded her legs and pillowed his head on the inside of one thigh. She rested her head on one of his legs and they clamped around her face. She still had her tongue buried in his asshole, her nose mashed flat against the bottom of his ass valley. She had his cock in her hand. She pumped it lovingly and felt the hot rubbery tip spread thick goo in the valley of her tits.
His hot breath burned her butt gate. He blew on her asshole, and the chill of her drying juices felt like a blowtorch had hit her rear. His fingers found her cunt, and .slid into her sloppy, sopping box. He mashed her clit at the same time, sent her lust roaring higher, led her to drive her tongue still deeper into him. She wiggled her tongue in his greasy depths while her innards were slowly crisped in the heat of her lust.
His scratchy, whiskered cheeks scraped her asscheeks. She whimpered when his lips touched and nibbled her asshole. His tongue tip touched her bung, and wrenched a deep, horny moan from her. It felt like a red-hot worm was exploring the wrinkled funnel. She fought to admit the squirming, sizzling probe while his bung tried frantically to cut off her tongue inside him.
She felt his tongue pry her winkie open. Sinuously, greasing its path with spit, his tongue wedged her open, dug into her asshole a fraction of an inch at a time. The sensation led her to make one final effort, to cram another fraction of an inch of her tongue into his bung. She slowly wriggled her tongue in his hot, dirty tunnel, and pumped her hand on his slippery, sloppy cock as she cuddled it against her chest.
His tongue burrowed farther and farther into her, pried her muscle ring wider and wider, though not as wide as his cock had. The sensation of his tongue up her rear was wilder than his cock had been. She didn't know if it was because she knew what it was, or because it had a sinuosity and delicacy that his buggering cock lacked. She could feel the tip of his tongue exploring her insides just the same way the tip of her tongue was exploring his insides!
His fingers, two of them, were pumping in her sopping cunt with a juicy, sucking sound. She felt herself slowly rising like a hot air balloon. She sailed higher and higher and higher as her lust rose. He kept both burners roaring: the tongue in her ass and the fingers in her cunt. She jerked his cock and pulsed and twisted her tongue in his tail. She felt his thighs squeezing and clutching her head.
She peaked without warning, suddenly soared right over the top. She went into a long, mad toboggan slide as her cumming raged through her like a thunderstorm. Not really aware of what she was doing, she managed to drive her tongue still deeper into his tail and began jerking harder on his cock.
Her hips were humping so wildly he had trouble keeping his tongue buried in her tail. Her cunt was gushing over his fingers.
With her tongue tip she felt a strange pulsation deep in his body. She answered it with her tongue, just as hot cum burst from his cock and poured over her hand and tits. She felt, from the inside, the pulsing and pumping of his cumming, and from the outside, felt his cum spilling down over her boobs and fingers.
They curled against each other as if trying to cram themselves in through the too-small gates. The cabin reeked of sex as the interlocked father and daughter writhed on the bed in incestuous, perverted ecstasy. He smeared himself with her juices, madly mashed her cunt with his fingers while tonguing deep in her tail. She bathed in his cum as she explored his squirming depths with her tongue.
The cumming finally faded. Exhausted and breathless, Tina drew her tongue out of her father's ass and rolled weakly onto her back. She lay sprawled there, legs gaping, her chest shining with cum, and tried to catch her breath. She became aware of the stench clinging to her cheeks and lips, and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Ugh," she grunted softly.
"Shit!" her father griped.
"Where's the soap?"
"Down by the lake, on the dock."
Wordlessly, they made their way down the twisting path. They were surefooted in the darkness, having made the trip up and down so many times. They threw themselves off the dock into the icy water.
Finding the soap, Tina washed her face, lathered it heavily and then ducked under to rinse as her father washed his. For a while all they did was sputter and bubble. The sounds echoed across the lake like the spouting of a sea monster.
"Now, why in hell did we do that?" Jason asked when they stopped washing so desperately.
Tina ducked under one last time, and came up with her head tipped so her hair streamed back away from her face. "I don't know."
"It was your idea," he noted.
"Seemed like a good one at the time," she answered.
"By God, it was fantastic," Jason said as he climbed up onto the dock.
"Unbelievable," she agreed, taking his extended hand and letting him help her up.
"I don't know that I'd want to try it again," he mused as he sat staring out over the water.
"If I got horny enough, I would," Tina decided at last. "But I'm not likely to have the chance."
"More likely than I am," Jason noted unhappily.
Tina knew what he was driving at. They had had similar conversations all summer. "Daddy, how will you know if you never try?"
Jason sighed. "Dammit, Tina, I'm afraid to ask," he snapped.
"Oh." She drew back from his anger.
"Oh, Baby, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself."
Tina felt him thinking and kept quiet.
"I'm mad at myself for letting this whole thing between you and me get started."
"Well, I'm not!"
"Oh, I'm not sorry we did it. I enjoyed it. But, well, what happens when it's all over? And not just for me, going back to the way things are with your mother. What about you? How will this affect you? I'm not claiming to be the world's greatest lover, but we've done some pretty wild things. And now that you've done 'em, you won't want to stop. You could get a rotten reputation if you aren't careful."
"I'll be careful," she assured him. "And anyway, I don't want to do things with just anybody."
"Well, you won't be able to do them with me," he pointed out egocentrically.
"I know that. But whoever it is, he'll have to be special. Like you're special. He'll have to care about me, and I'll have to care for him as a person." She shivered as a stray breeze came past. "I'm cold," she announced.
In the cabin, they slid into bed, and into each other's arms, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As she lay in her father's embrace, her bare tits digging into his strong chest, Tina felt his cock slowly rising against her.
"Horny bastard," she teased lovingly.
Jason laughed softly. "It's all your fault!" His hands roamed her naked back, down to her sleek ass, up to the smooth line of her shoulders. "You're too damn sexy."
Tina hugged him. She loved the hardness of his manly body. "So are you."
She was lazy and compliant when he eased her onto her back. His cock filled her cunt with one easy, slow stroke. For a long time they just lay there, enjoying the feel of his cock in her cunt. Then he began to fuck her with soft, gentle strokes. Tina spread her legs wider, and doubled her knees up so she could get him deep into her body. She scratched his back and shoulders. His breath was hot and hard in her ear.
She wondered about Terry and her mother. She wondered, as she savored the feel of her father's cock in her cunt, how mother and son had spent the summer.
Jason stopped the slow fucking. "What's the matter?" he asked.
Tina moved, indicated he should resume his slow strokes. "Oh, I just happened to think of Mom and Terry."
"Oh?" he panted, keeping his easy rhythm.
"Do you think maybe they did-sort of the same thing we did?" she mused.
His fucking stopped abruptly. He was still for a few seconds. Then he resumed the easy strokes, and began grinding his pubic arch against hers to pulp her clit. "Don't be silly."
But she knew she wasn't being silly. She knew he was thinking about it as he neared his cumming. She felt his cock leap in her cunt, and welcomed the hot flood of cum. Her own cumming, a slow, gentle release, left her satisfied, but not exhausted.
"By God," he said into the darkness fifteen minutes later. "I'll bet they did."
Tina sat up and stared at him in the dim moonlight. "Huh?"
"I'll bet they did," he said, his eyes wide. His lips quirked into a smile.
"Why do you think so?"
"I don't know," he answered.
Tina flopped back on her pillow and stared at the ceiling. "Now what?" she asked.
Jason laughed. "Now what indeed," he said. "It looks like it is going to be very interesting around here the next few days."
"Uh. Yeah," Tina agreed, not really seeing how it could be. She didn't see how it changed things if Terry and Mom had done anything. After all, nobody was going to admit to such a thing.
When she thought of Terry that way, she got a nice hot tingle down in her gut. Maybe if she could get him off by himself sometime ... she was sure the chance would come up, since Dad and Mom would be seeking privacy, too.
Maybe it would be interesting, after all.
CHAPTER NINE
Sitting in the stern of the rowboat, Tina watched the play of her brother's muscles as he pulled the oars with smooth, strong strokes. The dock slid out of sight behind a point of land. A hundred yards to her right was thickly wooded, uninhabited shore.
"So, how'd your classes go?" she asked, feeling the need to break the silence somehow. She was trying not to show the bitterness she felt at having her paradise invaded. She sensed, too, a subtle resentment in Terry that was foreign to his usual good nature.
"Okay, I guess," he answered. The bow of the boat cut through the gentle ripples with a soft muttering.
"That's nice," Tina said. The bathing suit she was wearing scraped and chafed uncomfortably. After nearly two months of nudity, any clothes at all were uncomfortable.
Her eyes strayed to Terry's groin, to the heavy bulge in his tight suit. She wondered if her guess about him and Mom was right. There hadn't been any hint of it in the way they behaved with each other.
But then, Tina mused, she and Dad had been meticulously careful not to betray their relationship. She was afraid maybe they had gone too far in their act. Though, there wasn't any sign that Terry or Mom suspected anything.
Dad had swiftly arranged to get her and Terry away from the cabin. Tina had seen the hot desire in her father's eyes when he looked at his wife. After the way the summer had gone, Tina didn't have any trouble reading his expression.
She wondered if they were fucking right at that moment. She was a little surprised that she didn't feel any jealousy at the thought of her father delivering his cock to Mom. Instead, a gnawing hominess was springing to life in her cunt. Her tits ached as they fought to stiffen and swell inside the tight, too small bra of her suit.
Her heart began thumping hard as she decided what she was going to do. Terry looked over his shoulder occasionally to keep them on course. The rest of the time he stared blindly into the bottom of the boat, as if he was a million miles away.
Or, maybe just a mile behind them on the shore of the lake, Tina corrected. How did he feel, knowing what Dad was doing to Mom, if indeed Terry and Mom had balled over the summer?
Tina didn't have too much doubt how Terry would react if she took off her suit-if he had fucked Mom. If he hadn't fucked her, he'd probably dive out of the boat.
Tina knew she was going to take off her suit. She had to. It felt like she was wearing a bra made out of cast iron. It was heavy and scratchy and tight A girdle of the same material ground uncomfortably against her cunt and the insides of her thighs.
Reaching behind her neck, she untied the strap that held up the cups. Then, while Terry was staring thoughtfully at her feet, she reached behind her back and unfastened the strap. Deliberately, she dropped the bra right in front of him.
His eyes widening with surprise and shock, his gaze snapped upward. She stretched luxuriously, then bunched her hair up and lifted it off the suddenly sweaty back of her neck. She knew the pose gave a tantalizing lift to her tits. His eyes focused on the brown-tipped mounds.
"You like?" she asked softly.
Terry stopped rowing. The boat glided through the water. At the sound of her voice, he began rowing again. "Uh, sure. Beautiful," he answered. "Uh, no tan marks," he added.
Tina giggled, and dropped her arms and rested her elbows behind her on the stem of the boat. She glanced down at her evenly browned tits. "Nope," she agreed.
Terry was staring off into the distance. "You been naked a lot?"
Tina laughed tightly. "Dad and I stopped wearing clothes after the first day," she answered.
"You must be kind of uncomfortable now, then," Terry noted.
"Not as much as I was a few minutes ago," she answered.
Terry gulped. "You don't have to wear nothing-anything-if you don't want to."
"Oh. Really?"
"Yeah."
Tina reached over and trailed her fingers in the water. "I'd feel kind of funny if I was naked and you weren't," she answered.
"I'll take off my suit," he said quickly. He let the oars dangle from the oarlocks. The blades swept back along the sides as the boat glided forward. As he reached for the tie on his suit, Tina skinned hers down and off.
Terry's cock leaped up, stiff as an oar handle. He bent forward, shoved his suit off his legs, and kicked it away.
Tina fastened on the evidence instantly. "No tan marks," she noted, echoing his statement.
Terry picked up the oars. His strokes were longer, more powerful. The boat leapt forward with every pull. "Nope," he grunted. "Mom and I-became nudists-this summer, too."
Tina's mouth went dry, and her throat knotted at the sight of her brother's towering cock. She yielded to impulse, and slipped her hand down to her throbbing cunt. She fingered her hairy labes, felt the hot slickness of her excited juices.
"Dad and I were lovers," she announced with false casualness.
Terry froze at the end of a stroke, then caught a crab on the recovery, and sent up an explosion of glittering spray. "Oh. Really?" He tried to sound nonchalant, but the tremor in his voice gave him away.
Tina began rolling her clit with her fingertip. Terry was watching her toy with her cunt. "It was the natural thing once we got naked together," she noted. "Unavoidable you might say." She was deliberately giving him an opening to confess what she was sure he and Mom and done.
But he didn't take it, so she asked abruptly, "How is Mom in bed?"
Terry flushed, and his cock swelled and pulsed. "Uh, we didn't use the bed too much."
Tina's pulse went out of control. "Oh, really?" Terry began pulling hard on the oars again. His cock bobbed and waved over his thighs, flicked away thick clear drops. They spun glittering spider webs between cockhead and thigh. "She, uh, likes to play games."
"What kind of games?" Tina asked, sliding a finger into her cunt and fucking herself languidly.
"She likes being tied up arid pretending she's being tortured and raped by Indians or pirates," Terry explained.
Tina's blood began boiling. "Would you do it to me someday?" she asked hotly.
Terry's eyes flicked from her cunt, to her tits, to her face. He licked his lips. His face was shiny with sweat. "Yeah, sure. Now?"
Tina shook her head, and eased off her seat. "No, not now. Let's head back to the cabin now."
"But Dad said to stay away 'til suppertime," Terry pointed out.
Tina slid up and straddled his legs. "That was before this," she hissed, taking his cock and aiming it into her cunt. She eased down on his lap and drove his prick up into her cunt.
"Jesus!" Terry swore.
Tina put her hands over his on the oars and rotated the boat so they were heading back the way they had come. Then she helped him row. She leaned forward as he leaned backwards. His cock levered in her cunt with every long, sweeping stroke of the oars. The sun burned down on her back as they rowed back to the cabin. The feel of his cock cramming her, poling her guts, raised her to the ragged edge of a cumming, but didn't quite push her over.
"God that feel's great," Terry snorted through clenched teeth.
"Try not to cum," she urged.
"I won't," he assured her. "Mom and I had a real good fuck this morning before we left. I'll last a long time."
"I want them to see us like this," Tina hissed. "Jesus, what'll they do if they do?"
Tina was having trouble talking she was so excited. "What can they say after what they did with us this summer?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Terry panted. "Let's rest a second. I gotta catch my breath."
"Okay," she agreed, relaxing. For a while she just savored the feeling of having her cunt jammed with cock. He was longer and not as thick as Dad.
"What did you do to Mom?" she asked.
Terry began rowing again. "First time I tied her wrists to the top of the clothesline post."
"Was she naked?"
"Yeah. Then I fucked her, right there in the backyard. Jesus! Did she ever cum!"
"Was that the first fuck?" Tina asked, her innards steaming at the story.
"Naw. First time was on the kitchen table. It happened sort of by accident. I think, though, both of us knew it was going to happen when we first took off our clothes. I saw Mom masturbating, and she saw one of my magazines after I jacked off. How'd it happen with you?"
Tina told of the fishing expedition and the inadvertent strip and dunking.
"Accidental, huh?" Terry asked.
Tina giggled, and liked the feeling it gave her. The cock in her gut triggered strange pressures. "I didn't have to take off my panties to pee in the lake."
Terry laughed, and his cock wiggled in her. "I guess not."
"Oh gosh!" Tina sighed as a wave of lust roared through her.
They stopped rowing for a few minutes and let the boat coast. Tina watched the dock slide into view over her brother's shoulder. She wasn't too surprised to see her parents. Her father was doing something to her mother on the ladder, but it wasn't possible to tell exactly what.
"Stop, Jason, the children!" Janet protested. Her voice carried clearly across the water.
Tina was glad that her father barely spared them a glance, and went right on tying his wife's wrists to one side of the ladder. Both he and Janet were nude. He had a tremendous hard-on. Janet was standing waist deep in the water, facing out from the shore. Her wrists were tied in back of her. Her body was arched. Her breasts thrust upwards, and quivered as she fought the ropes.
"Fuck the children," Jason snorted, finishing a knot. "Which is obviously what we have been doing, considering the even tans everyone has."
Janet moaned and writhed against her bonds. "Oh, God, Jason! You and Tina?"
Jason reached around her and fondled her heaving tits, pinched the brown buttons, rolled and tugged them. "Same as you and Terry," he growled. "And, it looks like they've gotten into it with each other now."
"Hi," Tina called, lifting one hand and waving cheerily. She loved the eyes on her spitted body. "Oh, Jason, no," Janet whimpered.
Jason jumped into the water, and swam toward her. "Been wanting to do this to you for years," he growled.
Tina winced sympathetically at the flare of lust that flowered on her mom's face. Obviously, Jason had rammed his cock up into her as she fought the ropes binding her to the dock.
"Hey, Dad?" Terry called as they bumped the dock with the rowboat. "She loves that!"
"Oh, Terry," Janet moaned with mingled horror and lust.
Tina felt her passion soar at his words. "Will you do that to me sometime?" she asked her brother.
"Sure," he agreed.
Jason was jamming his cock up into Janet with powerful drives. The water between them spouted and geysered. The muscles in his arms bulged as he clung to the ladder. Janet's tits jerked and shivered at each powerful impact. She was rolling her head from side to side and whimpering with pleasure, not pain.
"I'll tie you up sometime," Terry promised his sister.
"Shut up and row," Tina urged, wanting to feel his cock levering back and forth in her guts.
They rowed slowly around the end of the dock. Tina loved the chance to fuck and watch a fuck at the same time. It was too bad, though, that her parents' coupling was hidden by the frothing lake.
Jason rammed up, held it for a moment, then dropped and rammed up and held it. His body trembled as he supported her full weight on his cock.
Tina felt her cumming surging closer as she imagined her father's cum hosing her innards. She and Terry rocked faster and harder and quicker and sharper until she felt the glittering crest rip over her. She leaned far, far forward, while, still clinging to the oars, her brother leaned back. His cock pulsed inside her, and his hot flood erupted into her spasming tunnel in thick, gooey bursts. The boat coasted unguided across the lake as his cock spouted thick gouts of cum into her. The bow rammed the dock with a jolt that almost dumped them both into the lake. The impact rocked Tina and sent a searing jolt of pleasure through her.
She felt Terry's cock give a final powerful leap. Then it faded quickly. He straightened up. She clung to him and mashed her tits against his hard, smooth chest as his cum drizzled out of her. A swooshing splash roused her at last. She saw that Jason had untied Mom. The two of them were gliding through the water.
In a few moments, she and Terry were with them. The four of them clung together in the cold water.
"Who'd have thought separate vacations would lead to this?" Janet asked.
"We won't ever take separate vacations again," Jason answered.
"My Baby," Janet wailed, and swept Tina into a tight embrace.
The flare of lust the feel of another woman's warm flesh, soft breasts, and scrubby cunt triggered, astonished Tina. She abandoned herself to the incestuous lesbian embrace as her brother and father closed in on them. In a single warm loving knot the four of them went under.
In moments they were on the dock. Tina and her mom lay side by side while the two men worshipped them with hands and mouths. Tina turned toward her mother, and their mouths met in a warm, tongue-tangling kiss.
Then Dad was probing her cunt with his cock, as her brother and mother watched. Tina loved the feel of him skewering her. She glanced over just in time to see Mom get Terry's cock. The sight of his lean shaft vanishing into his mother's mature muff brought a stinging wave of tears to Tina's eyes, and a hot wave of juice to her cunt.
Jason's cock pistoned in her with slow, hot strokes. He was braced up in a push-up, looking down as his cock slid into his daughter's cunt. Tina saw her mother rise up and watch the linking, too.
Tina managed to heave herself up and see how Terry's cock looked spearing in and out of Janet's cunt. She flopped back down, and clung to the image. Her own lust soared higher and higher. A hand clamped onto one of her tits. She looked down, saw it was Terry fondling her as he fucked their mom. Jason was pinching and rolling one of his wife's tits as he fucked his daughter.
Tina kissed her mother as her lust boiled over in a frothing cumming.
The: family, father in daughter, son in mother, was swept away on a flood of cum.
CHAPTER TEN
Jason's eyes flickered from his nude wife to his nude daughter. The soft yellow light from the lantern made their smooth flesh glow. The heavy maturity of Janet's boobs did nothing to shame the perky firm youth of Tina's. He felt his cock stiffening as he admired the two women he loved.
"Quite a harem, huh, Dad?" Terry noted.
"Finest kind," Jason agreed.
"There anything you and Tina didn't do?" Terry asked.
Jason enjoyed the delicate flush that bloomed on his daughter's cheeks.
"Not too much," he answered.
"He never tied me up," Tina noted softly, carefully picking the last of her fish clean.
"I'd never tied your mother up, either," Jason said.
"How come?" Terry wondered.
"I never asked him to," Janet put in. "I was too embarrassed to ask ... to admit I got turned on just thinking about it."
"Turns me on to think about it," Jason admitted. "But I was afraid to ask her to let me do it."
"I'm not," Tina blurted out.
"Not what?" Terry asked.
"Not afraid to ask to be tied up." Her eyes were on her plate, but the erect nubbins of her tits betrayed her desire.
"Neither am I, anymore," Janet said.
Jason's cock began throbbing.
"That sounds like an invitation to me, Dad," Terry noted tightly.
"Me, too," Jason agreed. He saw both women shiver with horny nervousness.
Seeking reassurance, Tina slid her hand over, took her mother's in a tight, tense grip.
Jason got up from the table and went to where a coil of rope hung from a wooden peg.
"Right now?" Tina whispered.
"It'll be all right, Honey," Janet assured her teenaged daughter. "Trust me."
Freeing her from Janet, Jason took Tina's hands. Gently but firmly, he drew his nude child to her feet. Crossing her wrists in front of her tight, trim belly, he bound them together with the soft rope. He left one long end free. He saw her test her bonds.
"Oh, God," she whispered homily.
"What about Mom?" Terry asked.
"Don't worry, I've included her in the plan," Jason assured him, guiding Tina across the small cabin by using the rope like a leash. A beam in the open ceiling crossed the small room about nine feet above the floor. A flick of Jason's wrist sent the line coiling over the beam.
Pulling on the free end, he dragged Tina's hands over her head. He tugged until she stood under the beam, her arms drawn tight above her. She bit her lip with nervousness and lust, and squirmed one sleek naked thigh against the other.
"Bring your mother over here," Jason ordered, finding a horny excitement in reminding them all of the incestuous lust they were experiencing.
Pulling hard on the rope, Jason drew Tina up on her toes. Measuring the length of rope critically, he handed it to Terry. "When I lift your mother, tie her wrists together. Keep the rope short," he told his son.
"Hands over your head," he ordered Janet as he moved around behind her. Her flesh was hot and exciting as he grasped her ribs. His fingers dug into the undersides of her boobs. As if she understood exactly what he wanted, Janet stretched her arms high over her head and crossed her wrists.
In a few moments Terry had her tied and Jason eased her down. Her toes just barely touched the floor-enough to help carry her weight-as did Tina's. The two women were face to face. Their tits nearly brushed as they teetered and swayed precariously on their toes.
The sight of them, naked and helpless, in the glow from the lantern, brought a hot seeping from both men's dorks. There was a faint sheen of sweat on the women's sleek nude bodies. Their tits were rigid with horniness. Their asscheeks were clenched with the strain of keeping their balance.
"Now what?" Terry asked.
"How about a beer?" Jason replied. "Let them enjoy their predicament, and each other, if they can figure out a way."
"Each other?" Terry asked.
Jason could see the hunger, the desire, the love in Tina's and Janet's eyes as they looked longingly at each other from just inches apart. "Sure. Love is love. They want each other. If they can manage it, they'll be even more ready for us when we do decide to take them."
As if to confirm his statement, Janet swayed forward, and arched her body toward her daughter's. Tits brushed tits, striking hot alertness from the already stiff buds. Tottering on one foot, Tina reached out one graceful leg in an effort to hook her mother closer.
Jason's cock flopped heavily up against his belly as he sat down with a beer. He noticed Terry's dick was leaking hot juices. A glistening, gooey, clear strand of pre-cum flicked away as Terry tried to stroll nonchalantly past the two bound, straining women.
"Damn! That really gets me," Terry grunted as he sat down.
Jason yielded to impulse and stroked his own throbbing dork. His dick was slick was scalding leakings. He ached to drive his cock into one of those heaving, twisting bodies. But the thrill of just watching made him hold back.
Tina and Janet were hanging by their wrists. The rope was taut over the beam. Their legs entangled in a lust knot, twisting and squirming, their mouths met in a hot, wet, sucking soul kiss. Tina's firm young tits were grinding into Janet's softer, heavier knockers. Belly squirmed against soft woman belly as they writhed against each other. Tina's hips began to hump as she ground her pussy against her mother's thigh. Janet squirmed, and managed to drive her leg into her daughter's naked crotch even harder.
"A shame to let those lovely asses go to waste," Terry noted hoarsely.
The thought brought another stinging surge to Jason's hard-on. "Seems only polite to help the ladies," he answered. "They'll be able to fuck each other easier if we apply some pressure from behind."
"Lets finish our beers, first," Terry suggested. His fingers were white with tension as he clutched the can.
Jason felt tight as a fiddle string as he tried to sit back and watch his bound wife and daughter battle to bring each other off. Somehow, Janet had managed to get a grip on the rope above Tina's wrists and was clutching it tightly, holding the two of them together, allowing them to squirm their sex-sweaty bodies against each other as they humped and pumped their cunts on each other's thighs.
"Oh, Momma," Tina whimpered, tearing her mouth off her mother's, smearing lust-spit on their cheeks.
"Love you," Janet whined. "Oh, my God."
"What're we doing, Mom? What're we doing?" Tina moaned, still frantically fucking herself on her mother's sleek thigh.
"Were tied up, Baby. We can't help ourselves," Janet hissed. "Remember that. Then you can enjoy it."
"Yess," Tina whispered hoarsely. "Oh, God, I think I'm going to cum. I think I'm going to cum."
"Yes, Baby, cum," Janet urged, ramming her thigh hard into Tina's twat.
"AAGH," Tina wailed, her hips churning madly as she jerked and twisted against the cruel ropes digging into her wrists. "I'm cumming!
AWWWW!" Her orgasmic cry was a throat-searing squawk of lust. Her head snapped back and her back arched as she rode out her bucking climax on her mother's thigh. She left a gooey smear of jism on Janet's sleek leg as she thrashed.
"Don't stop," Janet wailed, desperately struggling to bring herself off by jerking and jumping against one of Tina's thighs. "Please, don't stop!"
Tina tried to keep going, but exhaustion claimed her. "Tired," she panted, struggling against the weariness that had penetrated bone deep into her sex-sated body. "Tired," she moaned, giving one last, futile twitch before going limp. Her legs slipped from her mother's as she reached for the floor with her toes.
"Oh, nooo," Janet moaned, bucking uselessly in an effort to reach a cumming.
The sight of her helpless writhing triggered a peculiar feeling in Jason. With a wicked grin, he motioned for his horny son to join him, and approached his helplessly bound wife. Gripping his aching hard-on in one hand, he used the other to turn her so she faced him.
"You want this?" he asked softly.
Janet took one look at his dick and bit her lip with desire. She nodded tensely.
Jason pulled Terry around so she could see her son's erection, too. "And this?" he asked.
"Yes," Janet hissed, licking her lust-swollen lips, reaching hungrily forward with her belly, arching against the ropes binding her wrists. Her heavy breasts heaved as she panted. Her body was slick with sweat.
"If you beg hard enough, we may just give you both of them," Jason purred. "At the same time," he added after a pregnant pause.
Janet shuddered and moaned at the thought of being skewered by the two towering cocks. She was terrified, and aroused, by the idea. She closed her eyes, blotted out the sight of her husband's and son's meaty towers.
Something hit the tip of one tit like a bolt of lightening, wrenching a surprised yelp of agony from her. She jerked with shock.
"Beg for it," Jason ordered, his hand drawn back to viciously swat her throbbing tit a second time.
"Please," Janet whispered, lust overcoming her pride and fear.
Jason pinched her tit, then twisted it until tears stung her eyes. "Please, what?" he asked.
"Please, fuck me," Janet moaned, thrashing with hominess as flames from her tormented tits and twat lashed through her.
"Fuck you? Fuck you ... and what else?" Jason urged.
There was a sudden touch at her ass and Janet involuntarily thrust her butt backwards. Some thing hard was digging at her asshole. "Awwww," she moaned.
"Tell us what you want," Jason said harshly, keenly aware that his helplessly bound daughter was watching as he tormented and tantalized her mother.
"Bugger me," Janet whimpered as she felt her son exploring her bung with his finger, twisting and digging at the tight puckered gate, sending rivers of fire through her already blazing flesh.
"And?" Jason insisted.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Oh, my God, fuck me and bugger me. Anything, anything. I'm yours! Oh God! I'm yours forever."
Jason's hands clamped on her ribs and his thumbs dug hard into her already aching breasts. She felt herself being lifted, and out of the comer of her eye she saw Tina sigh with relief as her feet came into full contact with the floor and took the tearing weight off her wrists. She was still bound and helpless, but her arms were getting some respite from the load they had been bearing.
Janet spread her legs as Jason wedged himself in between her aching, cunt-hair-burned thighs. She felt his cock slide down her belly, and plow into her twat. She moaned as the head touched the gate of her cunt.
"Awwww," she moaned as she felt his meat drive up into her sodden snatch. Her weight came downwards, and her clit was pinched and rolled against his hard pubic arch. A wave of ecstasy roared up through her.
Terry's touch on her back sent a jolt of fear and lust ripping through her. She had forgotten him! She had forgotten, but the touch of his hot cock on her ass crack reminded her in a flash. His dickhead hit her crapper and she whined and fought to open the tight valve. She felt him slowly wedging her tail open and had the horrifying thought that she was going to be split like a rotten log. She tried to spread her legs wider, tried to make it easier for them.
"Tight," Terry grunted. "Tighter than when I did it before."
Jason laughed lewdly, and Janet felt his cock throb in her cunt. "That's because I'm taking up a lot of room."
"Awww," Janet moaned as her asshole burned. The muscle stretched and stretched as her son forced his cock into her butt.
"I can feel you going in, Boy," Jason hissed, urging his son on.
"Some "Boy', huh, Pops?" Terry chuckled, obviously pleased with the meat he was driving into his mother's shit chute.
"Are you all right, Mom?" Tina asked nervously as, with a mingling of fear, envy, and hominess, she watched the slow double penetration.
"Yes," Janet managed to whimper. When her ass-ring slipped into the groove of her son's cockhead she jerked slightly and squirmed. God it felt wonderful to have two monster dorks piercing her.
"I can feel you going in," Jason told Terry. "Christ what a sensation!"
"I'm going in," Terry announced unnecessarily as he drove his dick upwards into her greasy hole.
"Awwwww," Janet moaned as she felt his phallus go deep into her bowels. The thin barrier between asshole and cunt was strained, pinched, and twisted between two monster prods.
"Sonovabitch," Terry grunted.
"How you doing?" Jason managed to ask. Flames were slowly eating up his balls.
"All the way in," Terry answered. "But I'm afraid if I move I'll cum."
"Don't do that yet," Jason urged.
"Momma, are you okay?" Tina asked.
"Oh, Honey, am I ever," Janet murmured as her body slowly adjusted itself to the massive invasions.
"Hang on," Jason warned. "You're going to get a ride like you never had before!"
"Oh, yes," Janet whispered, her voice thick with lust and love.
Slowly and carefully, Jason eased his cock out of her until just the head was nestled in her cunt.
"God!" Terry grunted as he felt his father's cock through his mother's thin wall of flesh.
His nuts throbbing on the screaming edge of a cumming, Jason drove back up into Janet's hot socket. He froze as his dick pulsed ominously.
Then he sucked in a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Terry was drawing his dick out of Janet's rear and then slowly driving it back up into her tight tube!
Then, Jason and Terry both decided to draw out.
Janet dropped, swung by her wrists, and felt both mammoth dicks dragging out of her abused holes. For a few moments she was suddenly, shockingly empty of cocks. Only the bulbous heads were in her, stretching her asshole and cunt.
The two men rose under her, lifted her into the air with their massive meat. Then her weight slowly drove her down on those jutting towers. In a mad carnal suicide, she was impaled on her husband and her son.
The cumming that had eluded her for so long was cresting like a tidal wave encountering a beach. Slowly, the swell rose out of the depths of her being, an irresistible force born of her mind and her glands and her groin.
"Awww, Sweet Heaven, I'm going to cum," she groaned.
"Faster now," Jason urged. He and Terry were pistoning in her twisting, writhing body. Her juices were flooding down over their cocks and balls.
Tina twisted and writhed against the ropes as she watched the cocks appearing, then disappearing in her mother. One moment all Tina could see were thighs jammed tight against her mother's gaping crotch. Then a glistening cock would appear, sliding out of cunt or asshole like a piston. Then that white tower would vanish, and the other would appear.
The homiest sight of all was when Terry and Jason happened to fall into step and both monster pricks emerged at the same time. Then Tina could see how cruelly stretched and tortured her mother was, could see both cocks drag outward on the fiery-red tissues. Tina felt her own cunt fountaining with hunger as she watched the double-spiking.
"I'm cumming," Janet wailed as her innards were stretched and twisted and stroked and mangled by the two shafts. The wave peaked, crested, hovered over her. She was breathless as she waited for it to break.
She was empty.
Then, suddenly, she was crammed with cock again. Both men had driven deep, deep, deep into her. The wave broke. The cocks in her were pumping, pulsing-hosing her with thick, searing wads of creamy cum, flooding her asshole and her cunt with scalding fluid, fluid that spurted out of her already flooded and jammed tunnels, and spilled down over still-throbbing balls.
Tina watched enviously as the thick gray jizz poured out of her mother, drizzled down over her brother's and father's nuts, then spattered to the floor. She felt herself sagging in a sympathetic cumming of her own.
The feel of Jason's cock pumping was what had set Terry off. He felt his father's dick spasming and it was like a match had been set to his guts. His own cock fired, gout after gout of pleasure deep into his mother's ass. His fingers dug hard into her waist as he rammed his fountaining dork into her hot, greasy shitter. He hosed her with a semen enema that, stimulated by the pulsating spitting of his father's cunt-socketed cock, kept going and going and going.
Jason's cumming went on and on. He felt like he was being wrung totally dry. Every muscle in his body cramped up in an effort to find just one more ecstasy-loaded dribble of cum. Terry's cock gave a last knotting clench in Janet's tail, and wrenched a final blistering spurt from Jason's own drained nuts.
Then, reluctantly, as their cocks slowly died with exhaustion, the two men abandoned their hot berths. As they pulled away from Janet, hot waves of semen spilled from her ravaged holes and dribbled down her thighs.
She sagged wearily from the ropes still binding her wrists. She felt someone fumbling with the knots and managed to get her feet under her and open her eyes.
"Almost got it," Tina said as she worked at the knots. "There!"
With a moan of pain and relief, Janet let her arms drop. Knife pains ripped through her shoulders.
"No," Tina snapped as Janet blearily reached to free her daughter's wrists. "I want to stay this way." Tina looked over at her father and brother. They were slouching wearily. Their peckers drooped soddenly on their cum-sticky thighs. "I'm still horny," she protested.
"We'll take care of you, sweetheart," Jason said.
And they did.
Finally, much later, the loving family slept in each other's arms.
