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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or
reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
     I am NOT the author.  I don't have the talent to write these
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                                Hot Coming Family

                                 By Donna Allen


                                   Chapter 1

     Fred Mitchell propped himself up against his pillows and sipped a
beer while his wife, Millie, fluttered her fingers lightly up and down
his thighs.
     In the process of teasing him, she had become aroused and her
fingers caressed him erotically.  She lay on her side and moved her
fingers near his crotch.  She barely brushed his balls with her
fingertips and lightly touched his cock.
     She thought about her teenage nephew in the room next door and her
own two children who were sleeping down the hall.  At thirty-eight the
pert brunette had a good life, and she was even more appreciative since
her sister-in-law, Laura, had arrived.
     Laura was Fred's younger sister and Eric's mother.  Her husband had
walked out on her and she and the blonde boy were spending some time
with the Mitchells.
     How lucky I am! Millie thought as she shifted her position and
watched her shortie robe open to reveal the fur triangle between her
legs.
     When she leaned forward, her tits became exposed and she let them
fall against Fred's arm.  He still loved her tits, even after all the
years of their marriage.  And it was true, they were still high and
pointed and full.  Bearing two children hadn't caused then to sag or
droop.
     Fred's eyes were glued to the television screen, but that didn't
stop his cock from growing under her caresses.  When she cupped his
balls, he turned and glanced at her and blew her a kiss.
     She smiled and curled her fingers around his prick-shaft while she
covered his balls with her free hand.  She encircled his cock-root with
her thumb and forefinger and squeezed tight.
     He groaned when she moved the tight ring halfway down the length of
his dick.  She pulled lightly on his sensitive skin and moved it up and
down the hardening center of his rod.
     She relaxed her grip and tightened it and rubbed one nipple against
his arm.  "Give me a sip, honey," she said.
     He moved the can of beer to her lips.
     Sometimes it was nice just to jerk Fred off.  She'd bring him to a
climax and then she'd masturbate before they went to sleep.  After so
many years of marriage, they had their own little ways of doing things.
Even though the sex wasn't as exciting as it had been, the lusty
brunette tried to think of ways of keeping things alive.
     Now she fondled his balls and pumped his prick and he stopped
watching the television screen.  He gazed at her fingers as she moved
his cock-skin up and down his stiffening prick.
     He smiled when she placed a finger over the tiny slit in his
cockhead.  Her finger came away wet with his spunk and she washed the
head of his prick with the thick whitish juice.
     In a moment his mushroomy, purplish cockhead glistened with his
cream.  She caressed the flared rim under his knob and once again began
jerking him off.
     She held his fuck-stick tightly in the middle and stroked her
fingers from tip to base.  Soon she increased the tempo of her stroking
and dragged her hand forcefully to the base of his shaft.
     She frigged him faster and faster, bringing him to the brink of
orgasm.  When his face contorted, she slowed her stroking and he shut
his eyes and leaned against the pillows.
     "Jesus, honey, that's some finger-action," he said.
     And then he came and Millie felt his jism shoot out of his shaft.
She quickly leaned over and directed the spray over her tits.  She
pumped him vigorously and by the time he was through her tits were
drenched with his thick cream.
     She threw her robe off and wiped the spunk from her tits and licked
her fingers clean.  She spread her legs and worked her cunt-muscles.
Now she was ready to masturbate.  Jerking Fred off had heated her pussy
and licking up his jizz was the first course.  Now she was ready for the
entree.
     "Want me to do that?" Fred said sleepily as he rolled onto his
belly and faced her.
     "No, I'll do it, hon," she said.
     There were times when she liked Fred to bring her off and times
when she preferred doing it to herself.  Tonight she wanted to do it
herself.
     Her tits bounced voluptuously as she caressed her inner thighs and
her beaver.  She knew it was because she wanted to think about her
nephew, Eric.  Ever since the boy had arrived, she'd thought of nothing
else.  He was the same age as her son, John, and she knew it wasn't
right to think about the teenager sexually, but she couldn't help it.
Anyway, it couldn't hurt to fantasize that it was her tow-headed nephew
fondling her pussy.
     She pictured the boy's crotch.  He had a tiny ass and the bulge
between his legs fascinated her.  She wondered what his cock and balls
were like.  She found herself wondering too what John's prick was like.
     I'm terrible, she thought with a smile as she caressed her erect
nipples.  They're just children!
     Still, she pretended it was Eric's fingers stroking her thighs and
Eric's hand rubbing her tits.
     She licked her lips and tilted her ass up.  She wondered if Eric
was a virgin.  She knew John wasn't.  She grimaced to herself.  She
wondered if her daughter, Pattie, was a virgin.
     That's a laugh, she thought.  If I ever saw a hellcat, it's my
daughter.
     Now she stretched her legs and gazed down at the dark patch between
her thighs.  She opened and closed her legs and cupped her jiggling
tits.
     Her pussy tingled with excitement as she pictured Eric crouched
between her legs and licking her cunt.  She would clamp her thighs shut
around his sweet face.  She would squeeze him hard, but he wouldn't
complain.  He would lick her gash from her clit to her asshole and even
stick his tongue into her pussy-hole.
     She tugged at her nipples fiercely and clawed at her cunt.  Hot
juice oozed out of her pussy and wet the sheets.  Her mouth fell open
and her breathing was irregular.  If only it were possible to actually
make love with Eric!  If only it wouldn't be incest!
     Millie had cheated on Fred occasionally.  She knew Fred had cheated
on her too, but they were both discreet.  But her own nephew?  A mere
boy?  Did she dare?
     Now she rubbed one hand over her tits and toyed with the soft curls
of her cunt-bush.  She stroked her cunt-mound and her belly and gyrated
her hips.
     She probed her slit with a fingertip and pushed it inside her cunt.
It was warm and wet inside her cuntlips and her delicate woman-folds
were pliant and soft with desire.
     She worked her finger into her cunthole and wiggled it around.  She
buried it knuckle-deep inside herself and made gurgling sounds deep in
her throat.
     She moved a second finger into her pussy and then a third and
pumped them in and out.  She writhed her ass and finger-fucked herself,
thrusting her fingers into her cunt and using them like a cock.
     Her cuntlips were wide-spread and she used her thumb to caress her
clit.  And she came, her back arched and waves of exquisite pleasure
coursing through her.
     When she had recovered and gone to the bathroom to pee, she padded
back to bed and tried to sleep.  She continued thinking about Eric, but
by now it had become an obsession.  She knew in her heart that she would
seduce the boy.  Right or wrong, she had to fuck him.

                                 *     *     *

     It happened the very next day.  She found herself home alone with
the boy.  It's fate, she thought as she made him a sandwich for lunch.
If it wasn't meant to be, God wouldn't have arranged for me to be alone
with him.
     He wolfed down his sandwich and she poured herself some coffee and
sat down across from him in the sunny kitchen.
     "I love to see a boy with a healthy appetite," she said.
     "Yeah," he mumbled, his mouth full.
     "How about some potato chips?" she said.
     "Sure."
     She moved around the kitchen, pouring milk for the teenager and
sneaking peeks at his crotch.  She shivered at the sight of the mass
between his legs.  How she longed to have him naked on a bed!
     She sat down again and drew her chair closer to his.  The boy
stared at her as he munched his second sandwich.  "What are you looking
at, Eric?" she said.
     "You look pretty," he said.
     Millie smiled, her carefully lipsticked mouth quivering slightly.
"Why, thank you, darling," she said.  She instinctively stuck her chest
out and smoothed down her tight tee-shirt.  "It's nice to hear a
compliment from a boy like you."
     She felt warm and leaned her arms on the table.  Her tits shifted
forward in the flimsiness of her tee-shirt.  Eric gulped his third glass
of milk and began chomping away on a plateful of cookies.
     "Eric?" she said in a breathless voice.
     "What, Aunt Millie?"  He looked and sounded polite and young and
totally and completely innocent.
     She paused, her heart pounding.  She dropped to her knees in front
of the teenager and thrust her hand between his legs.
     "Eric, this is wrong, but I can't help myself," she breathed as she
yanked his zipper down.
     "Aunt Millie!" he gasped.
     She shoved her hand inside his fly and groped around for his prick.
She brought his cock out and in a moment it was level with her face.
She stared at it and licked her parched lips.  Finally she gazed up and
met Eric's astonished eyes.
     "Eric, you mustn't ever tell anyone what we're about to do," she
said.  "Promise me, you'll never tell."
     "Sure, Aunt Millie, but what're we gonna do?"  His eyes were round
and shining and he looked terrified.
     "I won't hurt you," she giggled softly.  "I'm going to make you
feel very good, as a matter of fact.  And I want to do it so badly!
Don't deprive me of the pleasure."
     "Jesus, Aunt Millie, go on and do whatever it is you want to do.  I
won't tell."
     His eyes widened as she brought his crimson cockhead to her lips.
He shifted forward on the edge of his chair and spread his legs wide
apart.  He smiled down at her.
     Millie lost all will to deny the incestuous longings tearing her
apart.
     She gulped and opened her jaws wide.  She worked her tongue over
her lips and slowly moved closer to his prick.  The boy clenched his
fists at his sides and beads of perspiration erupted on his forehead.
For a moment she hesitated.  Then, with a tiny sigh, she leaned closer
and took the tip of his prick into her mouth.
     The boy leaned forward, his eyes still open wide and his lips
parted.  As he inched forward on his chair, his prick dipped into her
mouth.
     She closed her lips around his shaft and felt it twitch inside her
mouth.  She didn't move for a moment, but let her saliva gather and
bathe his half-hard prick.
     The boy clenched and unclenched his fists and his face flushed as
his aunt sucked another inch of meat into her mouth.  At one point he
uncurled his fists and moved his hands over her head.
     He caressed her black curls and hummed softly as he slid his ass
back and forth on the chair.  He moved his hands from her head to her
face and stroked her bulging cheeks.
     She sucked more of his dick into her mouth and moved her hands
inside his jeans to search for his balls.  When she found them, she
squeezed the swelling eggs, and the teenager moved his hands from her
cheeks to her neck and throat.
     She trembled when he reached her tits.  He covered her tits with
his strong young hands and she felt her nipples stiffen against his
palms.
     She wanted him to move his hands inside her bra.  She wanted to
feel him on her bare flesh.  But she didn't want to frighten him with
demands.  No, better to let him move at his own pace.  This was
obviously the first time a woman had ever sucked on his cock and she
wanted to make it a memorable incident in his life.
     Suddenly he grunted and gripped her head between his hands.  He
moved back and forth, fucking his stiffening prick in and out of the
ring of her lips.
     It grew bigger and Millie was startled to see the boy's expression
change from pure innocence to almost-adult depravity.  He pushed his
dick all the way against her throat and held her face in an iron-grip.
     With each inward plunge, she felt his prick against her tonsils.
His balls slapped her chin and his cock-bush tickled her nose.  She
almost gagged when the swollen dome of his knob hit the back of her
throat.  The boy hissed and snorted, and she gasped and sputtered for
breath.
     "Don't choke me!" she managed to blurt out.  "Be careful!"
     "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Aunt Millie!" he gasped, but he didn't
release his hold on her head.
     His cock was fully hard now and his nuts were filled with spunk.
She held her arms around his thighs and felt the tight ropes of muscle
throb inside his jeans.
     She tasted his spunk on her tongue and worked her throat muscles
around his cock-head on the instroke.  She milked him and he groaned and
she tried to let him know she wanted him to come in her mouth.
     Now he whipped his dick in and out of her mouth with pile-driving
thrusts.  Her jaws ached, but she didn't mind.  She loved the feeling of
being brutalized by her nephew.  His beardless face and innocent blue
eyes were in marked contrast to his furious assault on her mouth.
     "Gotta touch your tit," he muttered as he leaned over and forced
his hand inside her tee-shirt.
     She helped him by guiding his fingers inside the cup of her bra and
then he was touching her naked tit and she felt her pussy convulse.
     He seemed to sense what she wanted.  Or maybe he was simply unable
to control himself.  But she knew it was only a matter of seconds before
he would come in her mouth.  In a moment his cock would explode and she
would have a mouthful of her favorite beverage.
     Still, when it happened, an alarm went off in her head.
     Incest! she thought with a start when the first spurt of jism shot
into her throat.  I'm committing incest with a teenage boy!
     She cradled his erupting nuts in one hand as his ass rose from the
seat.  Jet after jet of boy-milk splashed into her mouth and down her
throat.
     She kept her hand cupped under his balls and felt them diminish as
he came.  It took a long time and she gulped and swallowed and still
managed at the end to hold some of his sweet-tasting spunk on the
tongue.
     He leaned back against his chair with his arms hanging down limply.
He panted for breath and Millie pressed her cheek against his still-
half-hard prick.  She kept the last jet of jizz on her tongue and
continued tasting its pungence and on an impulse she sucked his empty
balls into her mouth.
     "Oh, shit, Aunt Millie!" he groaned, lacing his fingers into her
short curly hair.
     She spit his balls out and sucked his limp cock back into her
mouth.  She greedily took it into her throat, all the while inhaling his
teenage fragrance.
     "Oh, darling, you're getting hard again!" she said.  "Oh, my, what
shall we do now?"
     The boy grinned.  "Jesus, I don't know, Aunt Millie.  What do you
want to do?"
     "How about more of the same?" she giggled, gazing up into his eyes.
     "Sure," Eric croaked.
     She tongued his cockhead and licked up the drop of dew on his piss-
slit.
     "Just remember," she cooed.  "It's our secret.  No one must ever
know."



                                   Chapter 2

     Laura Mitchell Martin had always adored her older brother, Fred.
When he'd married Millie years ago, Laura had been heartbroken that he
hadn't waited for her to grow up.  She finally married on the rebound
when she was eighteen.  She'd had Eric at nineteen and now was separated
from her husband, Pete Martin, and living with Fred and Millie
temporarily.
     Laura had always loved Fred's looks and she stared at him
unobtrusively as he sat in a lounge chair in the living room and sipped
a beer.
     The rest of the family was out.  Laura was able to examine the back
of Fred's head and marvel at how nicely his still-thick hair grew over
his collar.  He had a solid, muscular body and a thick chest.  He'd
played football as a teenager and he still had the strong thighs and
flat belly of an athlete.
     "When's Millie coming back?" Laura said, sipping her own beer.
     "Late," Fred said, his face half in the sports page of the
newspaper.
     She sighed deeply and moved her feet up onto the sofa.  Fred
noticed the loud sigh and turned around.
     "You okay, Sis?" he said.
     "Oh, I guess so."  She didn't want to burden her older brother, but
she'd been depressed ever since Pete had walked out on her.
     "It's Pete, isn't it?" Fred said, laying his paper down.
     "I guess so."
     "Do you want to talk about it?"
     "I hate to lay my troubles on you."
     He rose up and joined her on the sofa.  "That's what big brothers
are for."
     Tears welled in her eyes.  "I don't know ... it's not that I miss
Pete so much."
     "Then what is it?"
     "It's just ...  oh, I don't know ...  I hate to bother you with all
my problems."
     Fred took her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.  "I
think you better talk about it," he said.  "That way you'll feel better.
It's the only way.  Millie and I talk things out all the time.  We kind
of act as each other's shrink.  Come on.  Start talking."
     "Well, Pete was always a runaround, but I guess you know that."
     Fred frowned.  "I figured that out.  And to be truthful with you,
Sis, he bragged about it too.  Pete's the kind of guy who doesn't enjoy
fooling around unless he can brag about it.  He's probably got a deep-
seated feeling of inferiority.  But frankly I don't give a damn about
him.  It's you I care about.  Why don't you divorce him and find someone
who'll appreciate you and Eric?  You're a fine-looking woman, Sis.  You
can have your pick of guys."
     He removed his arm from her shoulder and reached for his beer.
Tears coursed down her cheeks and she threw her long red hair back over
one shoulder.
     "Oh, Fred," she said in an unsteady voice.  "I'm just so confused.
Eric adores his father.  And it just crushed him when Pete disappeared.
He's at the age where a boy needs his father.  You know that.  You and
John are so close.  It just kills me to watch how wonderful you are with
John when my own boy has no male authority figure in his life anymore."
     She tried to stem the flood of tears streaming down her cheeks, but
her throat felt constricted and she soon gave up.  Fred put his arm
around her again and patted her arm.
     "I have to agree that when you and Eric got here the boy seemed
kind of quiet and withdrawn.  But, it's the damndest thing.  For the
past few days he's kind of blossomed.  You know; I think Millie's a good
influence on him.  Have you seen those two huddling together and
giggling?  Listen, Sis, after a few weeks here you and Eric will both
see things differently.  Now you remember, you can stay here as long as
you want.  Our house is open to you.  Just unwind and settle in.  We
love you and Eric."  He continued patting her arm and she finally
stopped sobbing.
     "I don't know what I'd do without you," she hiccupped.
     "Sssshhh, don't mention it," Fred said.  "What you need is a guy in
your life.  I've got a few friends and they'd be crazy about you.
Bachelors too.  How about if I fix you up with one of them?"
     She began to sob again and buried her face against his shoulder.
"Oh, Fred, I'm still married.  How can I start something with another
man?"
     He clucked and patted her hair as her body shook with sobs.  "Yeah,
you're probably right," he mused.  "Don't cry, Sis.  No guy's worth it.
A woman with your looks.  Jesus, you're a gorgeous woman."
     Laura smiled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.  "Oh,
Fred, you always were good for my ego." His thigh touched hers and the
redhead drew hers back.
     "Well, it's the truth, Sis," he said.  "You are gorgeous.  Even
Millie thinks so."
     "Millie's much prettier," she said.  "And her figure's much better
than mine."
     "Millie's built pretty good, but you don't have to take a back seat
to anyone, Sis."
     Once again his thigh pressed against hers, but he sipped his beer
and seemed to be miles away.
     "I'll be okay," Laura said.  "Honest, I will.  In a few weeks, I'll
be over Pete.  And then Eric and I will go home and I'll find a divorce
lawyer."
     "It's gone that far, huh?"
     "Yes," Laura said in a trembly voice.  "I don't want to be married
to a man who walks out on a teenage son."
     She lay her head on Fred's shoulder and he absently stroked her
hair.
     "I think that's a wise decision, Sis," he said.  Her body felt warm
and pliant and Fred heard a tiny alarm go off in his brain.
     "Millie's so lucky to have you for a husband," Laura said then.
     "I'm not perfect," Fred chuckled.  "Not by a long shot."
     "She's never complained to me."
     "Well, we have our moments, but in the end we always make things
up."
     "What do you mean?"
     "We've both had our flings," Fred said slowly.  "Not that Millie
ever admitted it.  She's too smart for that.  But I happen to be pretty
sure she's had a few affairs."  He saw the alarmed expression on his
sister's face.  "I've had a few myself," he added quickly.  "I'm no
angel, so don't think too harshly of Millie."
     "But, it's different for a man," Laura said.
     "Why?  She's got strong sexual needs too.  Why should it be any
different for a woman?"
     "I guess I'm just an old-fashioned girl," Laura said.  "It just
shocks me that Millie's had affairs.  Somehow if a man fools around, it
doesn't seem so terrible."
     She giggled and Fred smirked.  "You're certainly no woman's libber,
thank God," he said.
     "Oh, no," she said.  "I think a man should be boss.  That's the one
area Pete and I agreed about."
     It was a moment before she realized her tit was pressing against
his arm.  She glanced down at his lap and saw a slight movement in his
crotch.
     "That's nice perfume you're wearing," he said.
     Laura crossed her legs.  "Eric bought it for my birthday."
     He sniffed her hair and neck.  "A smell like that could turn a guy
on," he said.
     The redhead snuggled against him.  "Even if the wearer was your
sister?" she teased.
     "Especially then," he whispered in her ear, moving a hand to her
chest and brushing his fingertips against her tits.
     He left his hand on her tits for a moment and pulled her more
tightly against him.  She gasped.  "What are you doing?" she hissed.
     "You're my sister," he said.  "I feel responsible for you."
     "But what do you mean?"  Her heart beat so fast and hard she
thought she might faint.
     "I think you need some affection, Sis," he said, gently squeezing
one ripe tit.
     She stiffened visibly, but didn't push him away.  She wanted to
object, but the words wouldn't come past her lips.  Her throat felt
constricted.
     Since she said nothing, he reached over and took her hand and moved
it over his crotch.  She felt his hard-on under her fingers and still
she said nothing.
     "See, Sis, how excited you've got me," he said.
     Her hand felt hot and she pulled it away abruptly, a feeling of
anguish washing over her.  "Oh, God, Fred, we're brother and sister!"
     He moved her hand back to his crotch and gazed into her eyes.
"Does it really matter?  I'm a man who occasionally feels the need for
some diversion.  And you're a woman who's been alone too much.  Who's to
say it's wrong?"
     She gazed at him without speaking for a long moment.  She thought
about what he'd said and it made sense to her.  She tightened her grip
on his crotch and cocked her head.
     "Indeed, who's to say?" she whispered.
     He grinned and kissed her lips briefly.  "You mean you'll do it,
Sis?  I mean, you and me ...  we'll go all the way?"
     "Lord in heaven, if I think about it too much I'll change my mind,"
she said.
     He kissed her again.  "I can't believe it!"  His eyes glittered
with excitement.
     "If we don't get undressed pretty soon, I know damn well I'll
change my mind.  Fred, I mean it."
     He gazed into her eyes and saw the lust that dwelled within.  "Get
up," he said and together they rose up and began undressing.
     Laura had seen her older brother in various stages of undress all
her life, but this was different.  Somehow the intimacy of the situation
made her minutely examine his body as he peeled his clothes off.  When
he was naked, she glanced nervously at his cock.  It swayed in front of
his body like a club and his balls hung down behind it, hairy and
leathery and big.
     Her face grew warm when she realized he'd caught her staring at
him.
     "Do I pass inspection, Sis?" he said, pulling her against him.
     "You certainly do," she said.
     He released her and she finished undressing and he made her turn
around so he could see her ass and the curve of her hips.
     "You're gorgeous," he said.  "Should we suck first?"
     "If you say," she murmured and she started to lie down on the sofa.
     "No, here, on the floor," he said.
     Mystified, the redhead stretched out on the carpeting and closed
her eyes.  She kept her legs together, but raised her arms over her
head.  She could feel Fred's eyes on her body and was confident of her
beauty.  She'd exercised faithfully for years and was as firm as a teen
with a small waist and slim hips.  Her upper arms and thighs were firm
too.  She hated flabbiness and constantly fought it.
     She heard Fred whistle softly and she opened her eyes and giggled.
"Now it's my turn.  Do I pass inspection?" she said.
     "God, Sis, you're something," he said, sitting down next to her and
staring at her tits.  "You're so beautiful."  He licked his lips.  "I
hope I don't dump my load from excitement."
     "Oh, Fred, you can do whatever you want," she said, her eyes
shining.  "You know how I feel about you."
     He bent over and kissed the tip of one pink nipple.  "No, I don't
know.  How do you feel about your older brother?"
     "I've had a crush on you for years.  You must have known it."  She
turned her head to the side and blushed deeply.
     He sucked her other nipple into his mouth.  "I knew you did when we
were kids, but I didn't know it carried over.  Are you serious?"
     "Have you really had a crush on me all these years?"
     She nodded and held her arms out for his embrace.  "Oh, Fred, I
can't tell you how often I dreamed about this."
     They french-kissed and when they broke apart he ran his tongue over
both of her tits.  "If I'd have known, I'd have suggested this long
ago," he said.
     "Oh, Fred, suck my nipples again!"
     He went from one to the other, sucking her erected pink nipples
until they stood out like two long nails.  She breathed more rapidly and
ran her fingernails through his hair.
     "Oh, Fred, I want you!" she sighed.
     "Where, Sis?" he said in her ear.  He blew his warm breath over her
throat and she felt her pussy moisten.  "Where do you want me?"
     "In my mouth, Fred," she said.  "I want your cock in my mouth."
     "Oh, God, Sis!" he said.  "Oh, God!"
     He almost fell as he squatted over her.  She held her arms up to
try and steady him.  "Oh, Fred, your cock looks so wonderful hanging
over my face!"
     In their nervousness they had difficulty arranging their bodies.
Finally, after much nervous laughter, she settled on her side, her face
an inch from his crotch.
     He tangled his strong fingers in her long, red hair and her mouth
moved against him.  She caressed his balls and he groaned when she
pursed her lips and took his prick-tip into her mouth.
     Her thighs fell open as the excitement of sucking her brother's
cock overwhelmed her.  And then suddenly they moved apart and he turned
around and they were in the sixty-nine position.
     He hungrily pushed his face inside her legs and inhaled her musky
fragrance.  "Oh, Sis, you're so beautiful!" he said.
     "Oh, Fred!" she said, licking his balls.
     She grasped his asscheeks in her hands and sucked his entire
cockhead into her mouth.  He dipped his fingers into her ass-crack and
ran his tongue up and down her slit.
     They rolled around until she lay on top of him, and he sank his
face into her cunt and licked her clit.
     "Oh, my God!" she cried.
     When he stabbed his tongue into her cunt-hole, she took his entire
cockshaft into her throat.  She licked his balls all over and the juice
gushing out of his cock-slit.
     She wet him down with her saliva and dribbled saliva all over his
balls, only to lick them clean again.
     Her tongue was everywhere.  In his ass-crack and over his bung and
wetting down his cock-bush.  She took his balls into her mouth
individually and then together.
     He groaned and pulled his mouth away from her cunt.  "Oh, shit,
don't make me come yet!" he said.
     "Why not?  I want you to come in my mouth, Fred."
     "But I want to fuck you."
     "You can fuck me afterward."
     "Jesus, Sis, I won't be able to get it up again that soon."
     "I'll help you."
     "Even so."
     "But I want you to come in my mouth."
     "Trust me for now," he said.  "Get down on your back and let me
fuck you, Sis."
     Obediently, she stretched out on her back and parted her legs.  He
climbed between her thighs and leaned over until his prick pointed
directly at her cunt.
     "Jesus, Sis! " he said in a husky voice.  "Oh, Jesus!"
     He gripped his prick and shoved it with one thrust into her pussy.
Her head flew from side to side on the rug and she brought her legs up
and locked her ankles around his back.
     "I can't hold on too long!" he said through clenched teeth.
     "I'm going to come, Fred!" she cried.
     "Oh, God, Sis, I'm coming too!"
     He pounded her for a few moments, filling her cunt with steaming
jism and giving her the most wonderful orgasm of her life.



                                   Chapter 3

     After her affair with Eric began, Millie thought of nothing but
teenage cock.  She tried to interest herself in shopping and other
feminine pursuits, but nothing worked.  She even resented her sister-in-
law for seeming so happy lately.  The redhead who usually moped around
was suddenly a smiling, happy woman.
     She went running early one morning and when she returned to the
house she went right up to her room.  She hoped no one was home, but if
anyone was there she prayed it was Eric and not Laura or one of her
kids.
     Her lust for Eric wasn't natural and she knew it, but was helpless
to stop it.  She slowly undressed and thought about how delicious his
prick tasted when it rested on her tongue.  She was in love with Fred,
but Eric's teenage cock made her limp with desire.
     She tossed her running clothes in the hamper wrapped herself in a
robe and walked down the hall to the big bathroom.  The door to the room
Eric was using was closed and her heart pounded.  The boy was here with
her.  Alone.  Only a few feet from where she stood.
     She forced herself to lock the bathroom door and turn on the
shower.  She stepped under the spray and luxuriated in the calming
effects of the water.
     She lathered her body freely and let the water splash over her hair
before dipping a hand between her legs and stroking her horny cunt.  She
sighed when she remembered the feel of Eric's dick on her slit.  How
deep he buried it inside her!  She could still feel the animal-like
warmth she felt the first time he fucked her.
     She rubbed her horny little clit and trembled with wanton desire.
She took the little bean between her thumb and forefinger while the hot
spray washed over her nakedness.
     Prying open her cuntlips, she closed her eyes, throwing her head
back while the spray hit her cunt.  She imagined that Eric was on the
bed and waiting for her.  Maybe he was in fact waiting for her.
Everyone knew she ran in the morning and since the others were out maybe
the boy was waiting for her and hoping she would come into his room.
     She sank to her knees on the shower floor and rubbed hard on her
cunt.  She pretended Eric was crouched behind her, pushing his prick
inside her asscheeks and dragging it down into her cunt.  She imagined
turning around and facing him and seeing his eyes widen with excitement.
     She remembered the first time she'd sucked his cock and how
embarrassed he'd been at his response to her lips and tongue.  In the
weeks since, she'd told him again and again how much she loved taking
his load in her mouth and he wasn't embarrassed anymore.
     Now she pursed her lips and pretended she was about to suck the
boy's prick into her mouth.  Her fingers worked faster and harder on her
cunt as she worked her lips over the imaginary cock.
     Reaching for a wash-cloth, she rubbed it between her legs.  The
friction from the terry-cloth made her shiver and she ran one finger
into her ass-crease.
     Thrusting two fingers into her pussy, she finally came.  A tiny cry
of pleasure escaped her lips and the hot water cascaded down her tits.
     She leaned against the wall, breathing hard and still working her
lips over the teenager's imaginary prick.  Pressing her clit between her
fingers, her legs shook and her tits bounced.
     Slick moisture ran out of her cunthole.  She rose up and stood
unsteadily under the shower spray.  She lifted her big tits and let the
water hit her nipples and she rubbed her thighs together in an attempt
to squeeze another orgasm out of her cunt.
     She couldn't bring herself off again and the fire in her cunt raged
even as she stepped out of the shower.  She wrapped herself in her terry
robe and gazed at her image in the mirror.
     What a slut you are, Millie Mitchell, she said.  She wiped the
steam from the mirror and moved closer.  Her heart beat fast and her
tits heaved with unfulfilled excitement.  She moved a hand inside her
robe and stroked herself.
     "I need more than my hand this morning," she said out loud as she
buried her fingers in the juicy folds of her twat.
     She sat down on the toilet and moaned with lust.  In that instant
she knew she would go to the boy.  Wrong or right, she knew she would
walk across the hall and burst into Eric's room and get into bed with
him.  Yes, five minutes from now the boy's eager lips would be kissing
her pussy and she would be reaching down and holding her cuntlips open
for him.
     Her eyelids fluttered when she imagined his mouth on her dewy
snatch.  She could almost feel his tongue moving over the sensitive
inner folds of her cunt and his warm moist breath against her inner
thighs.
     "Love me, Eric," she whispered as she pressed her fingers against
her love-mound.  "Oh, darling boy, love me!"
     Once again she imagined her nephew's hands on her tits and his
mouth on her beaver.  She used one hand to play with her tits and used
the other to masturbate.  She wanted to have one more orgasm before she
walked in on the boy.  She didn't want to go to him too frustrated.
That might scare him off and rightly so.  He was only a kid.  No older
than John.
     John!  The thought of her own son made her bite her lower lip.
What if another woman seduced her son?  What would her reaction be?
Would she be angry or would she understand?  She pictured Laura and John
in bed together.  No, that was too silly.  She giggled at the picture.
Laura and John?  Never!  Laura was a prude.  Or so it seemed.  For the
past few weeks she'd been acting like a giddy schoolgirl when Fred was
around.  But what about John with another woman her age?  Would she be
furious if she found out a mature woman was having an affair with her
own teenage son?
     No! she thought as she parted her lips and worked her fingers
steadily over her cunt.  I'd thank her for giving the boy experience.
     She wondered what kind of lover John would be.  Would he be gentle
and tender or rough and brutal?  It was hard to say unless she asked one
of his girlfriends.  She giggled to herself.  She wasn't even sure he
wasn't a virgin.  And here she was thinking about his girlfriends in the
plural.
     Still, she couldn't resist imagining John chewing on her cuntlips
and greedily sucking on her clit.  Her cunt tingled with excitement and
she knew the fire between her legs wouldn't be extinguished until Eric
fucked her.
     She thrust two fingers into her twat and tried to tell herself it
was Eric's cock reaming her out.  "Split me in two with your cock,
darling," she said in a whisper.  "Split me in two with your lovely
prick."
     Imagining the boy's lust-swollen dick plunging deep inside her
body, she raised her ass up from the toilet and fucked back at her hand.
Her hot cunt gripped her fingers and she added a third finger and used
her free hand on her love-button.
     "Just one come!" she breathed.  She twisted her fingers inside her
body and panted.  "Just one tiny come!"
     The image of her nephew's cock reaming her was so real that she
finally climaxed.  Her cunt grabbed her fingers and sucked them inside
with a force that took her breath away.
     She continued jabbing herself with her fingers long after her
orgasm subsided.  She rekindled the fire between her legs and sobbed as
her cunt slurped and sucked on her digits.
     "I'm going in!" she whispered as she arose from the toilet and tied
her robe tightly around herself.
     She reached for a towel and dried her hair.  Her short dark curls
were almost dry and she ran a brush through her hair and dabbed lip-
gloss on her mouth.
     "Lord, forgive me," she said breathlessly as she opened the
bathroom door.
     She stood still a moment, vividly remembering how Eric's cock had
felt as it pushed inside her hungry cunt.  She wanted it again.  It was
as simple as that.
     Tiptoeing across the hall, she made certain no one else was around.
Practically unbreathing, she trembled as she placed her hand on the
doorknob to the guest room and pushed the door open.
     The room was dim.  Eric hadn't yet raised the blind.  He lay
sprawled on his belly, sound asleep.  Millie's heart pounded as she
gazed at him.  He was obviously naked under the blanket.  She wondered
if he had a hard-on.
     She moved to the side of the bed and gazed down at him.  Overcome
with lust and excitement, she noticed that the teenager's blonde hair
looked strangely dark against the pillow.
     He mumbled something in his sleep and twisted his body until he lay
on his back and then the startled woman brought her hand up to her
mouth.
     It wasn't Eric, it was John!  Somehow the boys had exchanged rooms
and it was John lying naked under the blanket, not her nephew.
     The boy lay on his back with his chest and legs exposed.  The
blanket covered his groin and the horny mother stared down at him.
She'd seen her son sleeping many times, but never like this.  Never when
she was aroused and he was almost naked.  Not since he was small, and
not since he'd developed as a man.
     Now the overheated mother found herself staring at the place in the
blanket that covered the boy's crotch.  She feasted her eyes on his
muscles and drank in the firmness of his tan young flesh.  As he
breathed, his chest muscles rippled and the blanket fell away from his
flat, taut belly.  There was a boyish look about his face and when he
smiled in his sleep the excited mother shivered.
     She no longer thought about Eric.  Now she gazed down at her son
and craved him, craved him like a woman craves a man.  Deep in her soul
and in the pit of her being, she wanted him.
     Her pussy was still damp and hot from her session in the bathroom.
She moved closer to the bed and bent down to touch his leg.  Her tits
almost fell out of her robe as she bent over and her fingertips grazed
his bare thigh.  When she moved her hand upward, the blanket fell away
and more of his chest was exposed to her gaze.
     She let her fingers trail over his chest and his belly and she held
her breath as she dipped a fingertip into his navel.  This is where you
were attached to me, darling, she said to herself.  And where does this
lead, my sweet boy? she thought as she dragged her finger over the
sprinkling of hair that began on his belly and disappeared under the
blanket.
     Careful not to awaken him, she sat down on the edge of the bed.  He
stirred slightly and she barely breathed until he settled down again.
What if he awakened and found her here?  What would she say?
     She rose up from the bed and tied her robe tightly around her
waist.  She went to the door and was about to leave, but something made
her stay.
     Her heart raced and her cunt melted.  She couldn't leave.  She had
to stay and see this thing through.  Right or wrong, she had to have
him.
     She returned to the bed and sank down again.  She bit her lip as
she drew the blanket away from the boy's sleeping body.  He stirred in
his sleep and ground his teeth and she suppressed a gasp when she saw
his cock.
     It was huge!
     Even soft, his cock was the biggest she'd ever seen.
     His legs were covered with sun-bleached hair and his cock nestled
against the biggest balls she'd ever seen.  Compared with Eric's, John's
were massive.
     She had to touch it!  There was no way she could resist putting her
hand on the boy's cock.  Holding her breath, she sat down on the bed and
extended her arm.
     The boy mumbled something in his sleep and turned his body until
one leg was flung over the side of the bed.  In the next moment he
returned to his former position and once again his cock was visible to
the trembling woman's eyes.
     She moved her hand over his crotch and close to his prick.  Her
fingers shook as they approached him.  His huge slab of boy-muscle lay
against his thigh.  The tiny slit in the tip winked at her and she felt
a hot stirring in her pussy.
     Her heart almost stopped when her fingers touched his cock.  She
was amazed at how well hung the boy was.  He was bigger than his father.
     With a tiny sigh, she sank to her knees and held her hand around
the sleeping teenager's prick.  She brought her wet lips toward him and
hesitated.  She held his balls in the palm of her hand and exhaled
sharply.
     She sniffed his boy-aroma and carefully pulled the blanket away
from his body.  He stirred and worked his hips silently and she felt
dizzy with excitement and anticipation.
     She lay on her side and extended her tongue.  She barely touched
his ball bag with the tip and then brought it to his cockshaft.  The boy
flung his arm over his chest and she hungrily, but lightly, pursed her
lips around his prick-knob.  She released it quickly.  The last thing
she wanted was to awaken him.  How could she explain to her own son what
she was doing in his room.  Then she remembered this wasn't John's room.
It was the guest room.  The room Eric had been using.  The boys had
changed rooms for some reason.  She'd tell John that.  But then she'd
have to explain what she was doing in Eric's room.  It was all too
confusing for the overheated mother.
     I'll think about it later, she thought as she moistened her lips.
I can't think about it now.  I can't think straight now.
     She was ravenous for another taste of her son's dick.  She wanted
to take his balls in her mouth and sink the ring of her lips from his
cockhead to the root of his rod.
     But she knew she had to move slowly and carefully, so she forced
herself to make no noise and create little stir on the bed.
     She rolled onto her belly and reached down to kiss his cock-bush.
She blew lightly over his prick and watched the tiny blue veins on his
shaft pulsate.
     With a ragged moan, she opened her jaws wide and took the still-
soft head of his dick into her mouth.  Her mouth was filled with saliva
and some of it leaked out and wet his ball-bag.
     His cock began growing and soon his cock-head filled her mouth.  He
grunted in his sleep and she lightly massaged his shaft and nursed on
his knob.
     Her cheeks sank in as she inched her lips halfway down his dick.
She used her fingers on the part nearest his cock-root.  There was no
way she could take the entire thing in her mouth.  It was much too big.
     She held his shaft in her fist and licked all around the flared rim
under his cockhead.  She polished his knob with saliva and licked up the
jizz spewing out of his piss-slit.
     She savored the sweetness of her son's man-juice and longed for
more.  She longed to have him come in her mouth even more than she
longed to fuck him.
     Ablaze now with sexual arousal, the big-assed brunette stuck her
butt out and hovered on her belly over the sleeping boy.  The lips of
her wet cunt were throbbing and she moved one hand between her legs and
touched herself.
     She rubbed her finger up and down her horny slit while she took the
teenager's prick into her hungry lips.  She closed her eyes as she
worked her cuntjuice into a froth.
     John lay snoring, a smile on his face as he clenched and unclenched
his fists.  It looked to Millie as if he knew something nice was
happening to him.  Was it possible he was dreaming he was being sucked
off?  Was he having a wet dream?
     When he worked his hips and tried to turn over onto his belly, she
reached up and gently, but firmly placed a hand on his chest.  He ground
his teeth, but settled back down again.
     She began breathing softly and curled her fingers around his prick.
She squeezed and released and then squeezed again.  And then the most
incredible thing happened.  Her pussy spasmed and she came and it was
the sweetest orgasm she'd ever had.  All the built-up tension of the
past hours resulted in the most exquisite sensations coursing through
her pussy.
     Cunt-honey dribbled out of her gash and drenched her thighs and
then John groaned and her hand was filled with his thick, whitish jism.
The still-aroused mother held tightly to his dick while the rest of his
spunk poured into her hand.  When his body was still again, she
carefully rose up and tiptoed to the door.
     Back in her own room, she brought her spunk-covered hand to her
face and sniffed it.  She tentatively licked one finger and with a
ragged sigh sucked two fingers into her mouth.  Now I must have him, she
thought, sucking the last of her spunk-covered fingers into her mouth.
Now, God forgive me, I want my son to fuck me!



                                   Chapter 4

     John held his palms over his sister's firm young tits and massaged
them through the material of her tee-shirt.  He pulled on her bra-less
nipples and ground his hands against them.
     "We shouldn't be doing this now, John!" the teenaged girl hissed.
"Everyone's home and they might hear us."
     The boy squeezed one tit and slipped his free hand over her bare
midriff.  He brought his lips down hard on hers and forced his tongue
all the way into her mouth.
     "So what?" he muttered, darting his tongue over her teeth and gums
and sucking hers into his mouth.  "They think we're studying."
     The very young blonde shivered at the feel of her brother's tongue
in her mouth.  For the past few months they'd been having some hot
necking sessions.  John had been pressuring her to go all the way, but
so far she'd managed to avoid it.
     She was still a virgin and wanted to remain one.  But in her heart
she knew she'd probably give in to her older brother's demands.  She
always had.  Ever since they were tiny children.  She couldn't resist
when John made her steal from the dime store as kids and now that they
were teenagers she couldn't resist fucking him much longer.  God, how
hot she was!
     Now he released her and broke the kiss.  "If you don't let me fuck
you soon, I'll be ruined for life," he said.  He rubbed his crotch and
grimaced.  "It's real unhealthy for a guy to get excited and not release
it."
     The little blonde blushed deeply and lowered her eyes.  She nodded
and gazed at the mass inside his fly.  John always talked about how much
it hurt to have a hard-on and no way to release it.  Once in a while she
pumped it for him and once she even took it into her mouth for just a
second.  But she'd stopped short of going all the way.
     Now a tiny smile broke over her pretty face.  They were in John's
room, sitting on the bed, and their parents thought they were studying
for finals.
     "I could take it in my mouth for a minute," she said brightly.
     "Shit, that's nothing," he muttered.
     He pushed her down on her back and climbed over her, crushing her
tits with his chest.  "John, what are you doing?" she gasped.
     He planted his thighs against her body and plunged his tongue deep
into her mouth.  "You're driving me crazy, Sis!" he said.
     "Don't do that," she said when he tried to move his hand inside her
tee-shirt.
     They struggled for a moment and she finally managed to push his
hands away.  The teen-aged boy groaned and leaned on his elbow.  "You're
gonna ruin me for life," he said.
     "Oh, John!" she said.
     Suddenly he rolled on top of her and pulled her tee-shirt up over
her midriff.  She gasped, but stopped fighting him.  She knew in that
moment she wanted him to undress her.  She wanted his hands on her naked
tits.  His hands and, yes, his mouth too.
     "Don't be scared, Sis," John said, licking his lips as he moved her
tee-shirt up to expose the lower portion of her tits.  He worked his
lips silently and nuzzled her cheek.  "Oh, God, Sis, you're so
beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
     "Oh, John!"  Her pussy felt funny.  It felt wet and it ached in a
strange way.
     "Don't be scared, Sis," he said.  "It's better that you do it with
me the first time.  A strange guy might hurt you.  A virgin can be hurt
real easy.  I'll be careful, Sis.  Honest."
     Pattie's heart pounded and she thought it might burst open.  She
felt weak with a combination of excitement and fear and anticipation.
She tried to breathe normally, but it was difficult when she thought she
might faint.
     "Go on, John," she managed to say.  "I want you to."
     She wrapped her arms around her brother's neck and pulled him
against her.  She ground her crotch against his.  She'd stroked his
prick through his jeans dozens of times and pumped it with her bare
hands a few times too.  But she'd never had a really good look at his
cock and the mysterious balls behind it.  Even when she sucked it, she
shut her eyes tight and didn't look.
     Now the boy reached down and cupped her asscheeks in his hands.
She shifted around on the narrow bed and squealed softly as he massaged
her firm asscheeks through her clothes.
     Her tee-shirt was bunched up around her neck now and her tits were
bare.  John stared at the lush mounds and his eyes narrowed.  "You've
got fantastic nipples," he said shyly.
     The little blonde's nipples were pink and pointed and he stared at
them until she blushed.  She thrust herself forward in an attempt to let
him know she wanted him to touch her.  What she didn't know was that her
brother was less interested in her tits than he was in her pussy.
     "Take off your jeans," he said.  He reached over to the transistor
radio next to the bed and snapped it on.
     Hard rock music filled the room and he lay on his side and waited
for the teenaged girl to remove her panties.  Pattie lowered her eyes
and unsnapped her jeans.  She unzipped the fly and tugged the skin-tight
garment off her legs.
     She sank back down on the bed wearing only pink panties and her
tee-shirt still around her neck.  John gazed at the tendrils of curly
hair escaping from the crotch of her panties.  He tried to control his
excitement.  Thank God the music was blasting!  Now if they made any
noise, the folks wouldn't hear it.
     Pattie covered her crotch with her hands in an attempt to hide
herself.  Her face was crimson and she couldn't meet her, brother's
gaze.
     "Take your panties off," he said in a commanding tone, but his
voice broke.  "And your tee-shirt too."
     Pursing her lips tightly, Pattie raised her arms and lifted the
tee-shirt from around her neck.  She placed it next to her on the bed
and as an afterthought folded it neatly and put it on a chair.
     "Now your panties," John said and the little blonde worked the
waistband of her panties down her hips to her thighs.
     Her nerves were dissipating, replaced by a feeling of horniness
she'd never experienced before.  Her cunt burned with desire and her
legs trembled.  Perspiration oozed from every pore on her body as her
arousal increased.
     Her eyes down on the floor, she slipped her panties down her legs.
At one point she gazed at her brother to see his reaction.  His eyes
were wide and his upper lip twitched when she exposed her hairy blonde
muff.
     She'd always been ashamed of her thick mop of cunt-hair, but from
the expression on John's face, she knew he liked it.  What could only be
termed lust glittered in his eyes and the little blonde relaxed slightly
and let her legs fall open.
     "Jesus, what a cunt!" he wheezed as his sister slipped her panties
off her feet.
     She smiled sweetly, feeling her power over the boy.  He picked her
panties up from the floor and brought them up to his face and inhaled
their fragrance.
     "Oh, John," Pattie giggled.  "What are you doing?"
     "Jesus Christ!" he muttered, sniffing her panties.
     "Pervert!" she said.
     He clutched his crotch with one hand.  "Oh, shit, it's getting
harder!"
     He finally placed her panties on the bed and gazed at his naked
sister.  He glanced at her tits, but his eyes burned into her snatch.
Her cuntlips were swollen with lust and opened slightly to expose the
deep crimson folds of her inner tissues.
     His eyes glued to her cunt, he jerked his zipper down and reached
inside to pull out his prick.  Pattie forced herself to gaze at it.  She
sucked in her breath at the sight of his pulsating dick.
     A tiny sigh escaped her lips.  How she wanted his cock inside her
virgin cunt!  How she wanted him filling her up to bursting!
     He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pumped it.  "I won't
hurt you, Sis," he said.  "I promise."
     She realized then how huge his cock was.  "That thing'll never fit
inside me," she said, pointing to her pussy.
     The boy released his dick and let it swing back and forth in front
of him.  "You'd be surprised," he said.  "Your cunt opens real wide.
Like when you have a baby some day, it'll open up real big."  He grinned
and flushed.  "None of the girls I've fucked have ever complained."
     "Oh, John, I don't know, it's real huge," she said.
     The boy lay next to her on his side, his gigantic prick at an angle
next to his body and a proud smile on his face.  "I can't help it being
so big," he said.
     Pattie stared at it and giggled nervously.  "Well, if you mean it
when you say my pussy'll open up ..."
     The oozing from her cunt was almost constant now.  It wet her inner
thighs and dampened the sheet.  John moved closer to her and took her
into his arms.  Without a word, he pressed the head of his cock against
her cunt-petals and worked her cuntlips apart.
     He groaned at the feel of her wet pussy against his cockhead.  She
wrapped one arm around his neck and purred like a kitten.  Her juices
soon lubricated his prick and he climbed over and straddled her.
     She opened her thighs and stared up at him.  Fear gripped her.  His
cockhead was only half inside her and already she seemed to be filled
up.
     "I won't hurt you, Sis," he said.  "Honest.  Maybe for a minute,
but that's because you're cherry."
     The little blonde clenched her teeth and held her breath.  "Come
on!" she hissed.  "Come on, John!"
     She twisted her head and waited for the assault.  John grunted and
pushed in, plunging his massive cock into her slippery cunt.  He tore
right through her cherry-skin and she cried out with pain.
     "John, you're hurting me!" she shrieked.
     He pushed farther in and soon she was impaled on his monster cock.
He hovered over her, his weight on his arms and his cock imbedded inside
her.
     "How is it now?" he said.
     She clutched his arms and tears filled her eyes.  "It hurts!" she
said.
     Then slowly the terrible pain eased and a warm lovely feeling
engulfed her.  His cock felt good now and she realized she wanted him to
push in and out and rub it against her clit.
     "It feels good!" she gasped.
     He grinned, pulling out slightly and then pushing in again.  "Yeah,
me too," he chuckled.
     The little blonde raked her fingernails up and down his arms.  "Oh,
John, I love it!" she cried.
     "Easy, Sis, let's make it last," he said, stroking slowly.
     She tried to relax, but her excitement mounted as his cockshaft
dragged deliciously over her clit.  Her tits bounced as he jabbed her
and low groans filled the air.
     "John, we're fucking!" she cried.
     "Not so loud, they'll hear us," he said.
     "But, John, I'm not a virgin anymore!"
     He leaned over and kissed her tits.  "Yeah."
     "Am I doing it right?" she said.
     "You could move a little more."
     "Like this?"  She lifted her ass and pumped herself against his
thrusting prick.
     "Yeah, that's good.  Put your hands under your ass and put your
feet on the mattress.  Then shove yourself against me."
     She did as he said and soon she was ramming her cunt back at his
cock.  "Am I doing it right, John?" she said.
     "Yeah, dynamite!"
     "Oh, John, I love fucking!"
     "Not too hard or you'll bring me off."
     She humped her tight wet cunt more slowly at his prick.  Her legs
twitched and her tits throbbed and their bellies slapped together.
     "Wrap your legs around my back and hold on tight," he said.
     Again, she followed her older brother's instructions.  She wrapped
her slender legs around his back and rode with him as he stroked deeply
inside her gash.
     "Oh, John, you're in so deep!" she gasped.  She dug her fingernails
into his shoulders and raised herself to bring her tits against his
chest.
     "You've got the tightest cunt I ever fucked," he said.
     "Oh, John, fuck me hard!" she sighed, clinging to him and
whimpering with passion.  Her head rocked from side to side and her long
blonde hair clung damply to her pretty face.  John leaned over and
kissed her on the lips and she plunged her tongue into his mouth and
moved it around.
     "My cunny's gonna burst!" she cried.  "It's gonna burst, John!
Shove your cock all the way in!  Split me in two with it!  Oh, John,
dick me!  Dick me!"
     She buried her face against his armpit and sucked his flesh.  Their
lips met and once again he sucked her pink tongue into his mouth.  Her
tits poked into his chest and she grabbed his ass with both hands and
slid her fingertips into his asscrack.
     "Jesus, what're you doing?" he hissed.
     "I want to touch you all over!"
     "Yeah, but stay away from my asshole!"
     "Why?"
     "Just do what I say."
     He broke the kiss and he licked and sucked her tits for a moment
before sucking her tongue back into his mouth.  They exchanged saliva
and he dribbled it over her tits.
     She held her tits in her hands and he licked up the saliva from her
nipples.  "Some day I'll really suck your tits," he said.
     "Oh, John, yes," she gurgled.  "I want you to suck my titties."
     Her tits heaved and bounced as they writhed around the bed.  He
caught her tongue between his teeth and bit down gently.  She did the
same to him and they both giggled with excitement.
     She felt perspiration drip down her cleavage and once again she
buried her face against his armpit.  She felt John's heart beat against
her chest and felt closer to him in that moment than she'd ever felt to
any living being.
     He began slamming his prick more forcefully in and out of her cunt.
"I'm gonna blast off soon, Sis," he said.  "Are you almost there?"
     "Where?"
     "Almost there."
     "Oh, John, I don't know what you're talking about."
     She tightened her arms around his neck and felt a strange shiver in
her cunt.  He grunted and pulled his cock out of her pussy, leaving only
his cockhead inside her cuntlips.
     "Did you feel something just then?"
     "Yes," she admitted.
     "I think you're ready to come."
     "Come?"
     "Yeah, like when you play with yourself."
     "You mean when that funny feeling comes over me?"
     "Yeah, that's it."
     "Oh, John, is that what's gonna happen now?"
     "Yeah, only better than masturbating."
     The wonderful glow enveloped her from her tits to her crotch to the
tips of her toes.  "I think I'm almost there," she said.  "It burns and
all.  Oh, John, it feels so good!"
     John deliberately corkscrewed his prick against her clit.  "Now,
Sis," he said.
     The teenaged boy felt his balls tighten when Pattie's cunt sucked
on his prick.  Then he opened his mouth and roared and rammed his
spurting cock all the way up her pussy.
     His massive hard-on slammed in and out of her ecstasy-filled cunt.
She felt flooded with thick come and her brother's fuck-milk mingled
with her own juices.
     They clung together on the narrow bed and the rock music blared.
They caught their breath and by the time Millie knocked on the door and
told them dinner was ready, they were ready to face the rest of the
family.



                                   Chapter 5

     Late one evening several weeks later, Fred was at a drive-in with
Laura and Eric, and Millie was home alone with her children.  Supposedly
John and Pattie were studying, but Millie became suspicious when she
heard her daughter giggling provocatively.
     The brunette mother thought her children had been acting strange
lately.  And she had felt strange herself, ever since the night she had
stolen into John's room and had sucked him off in his sleep.
     She decided to go out on the porch and see if she could see into
John's room from outside.  If they were studying, she would leave.  If
not, she would find out what was going on.
     She waited until the muffled giggling had stopped.  Then she
wrapped herself in a warm robe and went outside on the porch.  She
crouched down outside John's room and peered inside.
     As she suspected, her children lay across John's bed.  There were
no school books in sight.  The window was open enough so that she could
hear the sounds of voices even though she couldn't make out the
conversation.  But she was more interested in what she saw.
     John was wearing his blue jeans, but his fly was open and his cock
was out.  He was masturbating while he and Pattie chatted.  Millie
couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her son beat his meat.
     He pinched the tip of his massive cockhead and Pattie giggled and
pushed his hand aside.  She captured his cockhead between her thumb and
forefinger and Millie stopped breathing as she watched the perversion.
     "Okay, you do it," Millie heard John say.
     Out on the porch, she shivered in the evening breeze.  What kind of
children had she spawned?  It was bad enough that Pattie was obviously
no virgin.  But they were sister and brother and they were committing
incest.
     She tried not to think about the night she'd sucked John off.  She
told herself that that wasn't the same thing.  At the time, she'd though
she was walking in on Eric, after all.  And Eric was her nephew, not her
son.  And he wasn't even a blood nephew.  He was kin to Fred.
     In any case, she thought, I'm a grown woman.  What I do is my
business.  What my children do is also my business.
     Shivering with rage and what she knew to be jealousy, she watched
her son move his fingers up and down his fuckpole.
     Suddenly Pattie rose up and stripped her clothes off.  Millie
worked her lips as she watched the teenaged girl's tits bounce free from
the confines of her blouse.
     When the blonde was naked, she lay down next to John, and between
them they yanked his jeans and shorts off.  The teenagers kissed, and
Millie gnashed her teeth as she watched the torrid embrace.  It was
obvious they had done this before.  She'd been right to be suspicious.
Her children were fucking together.
     And God knows how long it's been going on, she thought.
     She watched them kiss.  It started out as a soft, light kiss and
evolved into a hot, tongue-searching french kiss.  John rolled on top of
Pattie and pressed his chest against her tits.  They ground together and
Millie watched the boy shove his knee between Pattie's legs.
     She instinctively knew he was touching Patties cunt with his knee.
Pattie reached down between their bodies and took his cock in her hand.
Millie clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out.  Her
legs ached from crouching on the porch, but she hardly felt the
discomfort.  Her mind was awhirl from the sights and sounds in John's
room.
     John moved up and made a grab for his sister's tits.  Pattie
squealed, and John chuckled and bent over to suck one of her nipples
into his mouth.
     Pattie tousled his hair and laughed huskily, and Millie watched
with pounding heart as Pattie climbed around and settled herself inside
her brother's legs.
     She tossed her long blonde hair over one shoulder and moved her
mouth to within one inch of John's cock.  Once again Millie was amazed
at how big her son's prick was.
     John reached down and caressed Pattie's tits while she dragged her
tongue from the root of his prick to his cockhead.  Millie's blood
boiled as she watched.  She almost wept with a combination of desire and
the feeling she was a failure as a mother.
     Now Pattie wrapped her fingers around his fuck-stick and licked her
lips.  John said something Millie couldn't hear and Pattie giggled.
Then she brushed a few strands of hair aside and opened her jaws wide
before lowering her mouth to John's prick.
     In the next moment, the little blonde had half of John's gigantic
cock in her mouth.  Her pretty lips were stretched around the thickness
of his prick.  Millie marveled at how much of his giant prick Pattie was
able to take without gagging.  Pattie took in as much as Millie had.  Of
course the circumstances were different, Millie sniffed to herself.  She
hadn't wanted to awaken him.  But still, the girl knew what she was
doing.  She was a good cocksucker.
     Millie's face grew warm when she thought about what she was telling
herself.  She was judging her own daughter to be a good cocksucker.  And
Pattie was only a little girl.
     She was even more appalled when she heard the lewd sounds Pattie
made with her lips and tongue.  The little blonde sucked and licked
John's cock and at one point she deliberately spit his prick out and
dabbed the tip of her tongue over his balls.
     John gasped and shouted out, but Millie paid no attention to his
words.  She moaned to herself as she watched her teenaged daughter press
her face against the boy's ball-bag.
     Pattie used her fingers on the root of John's prick while she
sucked his knob.  And Millie gasped when she saw the girl move a hand to
her own cunt and masturbate while she sucked her brother off.
     "Can I fuck you now?" John said.
     Pattie scraped her fingernails lightly over his nuts.  "No, we're
supposed to be doing homework," she teased.
     "Fuck you," John snickered.  "You gonna tell Mom I made you do it?"
     "Of course not, silly," Pattie giggled.  "I want it as much as you.
Maybe even more."
     "Well, if you want it that bad, take it!" and the boy rammed his
prick all the way into the teenager's throat.
     Pattie made choking sounds deep in her throat, but she managed to
keep his prick in her mouth without gagging.  In a moment John pulled
halfway out and then thrust in again.
     His balls hit her chin and Millie whimpered and moved a hand inside
her robe and stroked her pussy.  Watching her children in bed together
was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen.  The most perverse and the
most erotic.
     Now Pattie lay flat on her back and John hovered over her.  He
thrust his cock in and out of her lips and she took it all without a
murmur.
     Millie's cunt dripped with desire, and she frantically rubbed her
clit while she watched John's dick disappear inside her daughter's
mouth.  The boy grunted as he mouth-fucked his sister, and, at
intervals, he leaned over and fondled her tits.
     They rolled around on the bed and then Pattie hovered over John and
her hair hid her face.  John reached up and pushed her hair aside and
Millie could see the girl chomping away on her brother's prick.
     "Hey, Sis, how about a jizz cocktail?" John said.
     "Not so loud," Pattie giggled.  "Mom might hear."
     "Oh, shit, she thinks we're studying," John said.
     "Don't be too sure," Pattie said.
     "Aw, Mom's a square," John said.  "She'd never suspect her little
girl is anything but a darling innocent angel."
     Out on the porch, Millie's slipper fell from her foot and made a
plopping sound.  The teenagers inside the bedroom glanced toward the
window and Millie held her breath.
     "What was that?" John said.
     "Nothing," Pattie said, scooping the boy's cock back into her
mouth.
     "I thought I heard something," John said.
     "It's a bird," Pattie said.
     "Oh, fuck, that's good sucking, Pattie," John said.
     "I love it so much," the little blonde murmured.
     Millie relaxed again.  They were unaware of her presence.  They
were so engrossed in their depravity, they forgot all about the sound
her slipper had made.
     "Can I eat your cunt too?" John said.
     "Later," Pattie said.
     She slurped up the juice leaking out of his pisser, and Millie
worked her lips as she watched.  She remembered how her son tasted.  She
remembered the aroma and taste of his spunk and she wanted it now like
she'd never wanted anything in her life.
     Pattie slurped and licked his prick and balls.  Her little pink
tongue darted over the teenaged boy's dick and John sighed softly at
intervals.
     The bed rocked as Pattie shifted her ass around.  Millie could see
more closely now and she trembled with jealousy as she watched her
daughter.
     And then John raised his head and Pattie giggled and they changed
their position to the sixty-nine position, and John buried his face
inside his sister's thighs.
     Millie's eyes widened as she gazed at John's tongue fluttering over
Pattie's erect little clit.  He took her clit between his front teeth
and sucked on it.  Millie moaned out loud, but the teenagers on the bed
didn't hear or maybe didn't care.  Pattie pressed her thighs around his
head and slid her lips halfway down his fuckpole.
     Millie was fascinated by the way John was licking Pattie's clit.
He stabbed it with the tip of his tongue and let his tongue flop over
the tiny sex button.  He wiggled it back and forth and the blonde girl
writhed around in ecstasy.
     While John concentrated on her clit, Pattie sucked his prick deep
into her throat.  Her head bobbed up and down and her long blonde hair
flew over her face.  She panted for breath, and she sucked frantically,
almost afraid to release his prick for even a moment.
     Millie masturbated while she peered inside the window.  Her
breathing was ragged as she watched their healthy young bodies slap
together.  The sheets were tangled and a sexual aroma emanated from the
room.  Millie watched them stiffen, tears welling in her eyes as John
gasped that he was coming.
     He slammed his prick into his sister's wide-open mouth as his cock
exploded.  Pattie cried out as her cunt spasmed, but she kept his cock
in her mouth and took his entire load.
     She ground her cunt against her brother's mouth and twisted her
lips around his cockhead.  Before they regained their senses, Millie
crept away and quietly walked back into the house.

                                 *     *     *

     Millie returned to her bedroom, her mind awhirl and her body aching
to be fulfilled.  Fred wouldn't be home for a while and she couldn't
wait.  She needed relief and she needed it now.
     She threw her robe off and climbed onto the bed.  Her heart pounded
and she let her arms lay limply at her sides and spread her legs.  She
lay that way for a moment, feeling her cuntlips open and the breeze from
the open window playing over her cuntfolds.
     She moved one hand to her cunt and gently stroked her fingers over
her silky pussy-muff.  She touched herself briefly and dipped a finger
inside the hot gulch of her pussy.
     It occurred to her that she couldn't even share what she'd just
seen with Fred.  She could tell no one.  She couldn't punish her
children and couldn't discuss their depravity.
     Her legs trembled as she pulled lightly on some cunthairs.  She
widened her legs and stroked herself, all the while wondering how she
could punish her daughter.
     It was Pattie she was furious with.  She realized that now.  She
was jealous of the little blonde.  How dare Pattie do what she, Millie
wanted to do?  How dare Pattie take what was rightfully Millie's?  It
was she, after all, who'd brought John into the world.  It was she who
had a right to the boy's body.  Pattie had nothing to do with it.  Damn
her for being so young and pretty!  Damn her for being so fresh and
lovely!
     She brought her knees back to her tits and rocked her ass back and
forth on the bed.  She caressed her ass and slipped a finger into her
asscrack.  When she found her bung, she brought the finger up to her
mouth and sucked it wantonly.
     She returned the saliva-soaked finger to her bung and wet down the
puckered little hole.  She kneaded her assflesh with her free hand and
forced her fingertip into her shitter.
     She wiggled her ass and moaned softly when her fingers slipped into
the soft warm folds of her cunt.  She tickled her moist tissues, but
deliberately stayed away from her hot, hungry hole.
     She spread her velvety cuntlips with her thumbs and exposed the
tiny throbbing hardness of her clit.  She raised her head to glance down
at her twat.  Her clit was so tiny it was barely visible through the
forest covering her pussy-lips.
     She lay her head back down.  God, how could such a little thing be
so powerful?  How could such an insignificant little thing have so much
impact on her life?
     A shiver of anticipation shot through her.  As her desire mounted,
her anger dissipated.  She shuddered with desire and massaged her own
cuntjuice into her silken inner thighs.
     Maybe she'd been too hard on Pattie.  The girl was really a woman.
Though young she was fully developed.  How could she be blamed for
having the desires of a woman when she was a woman?
     In the dimness of the room, Millie smiled to herself.  Actually,
Pattie was delicious looking.  Millie had never had a lesbian
experience, but now she told herself she rather envied John for being in
the position of licking his sister's cunt.
     I wonder if God would strike me dead if I induced Pattie to ball
with me? she thought.  Would it be any worse than sucking John off?
     She whimpered slightly and ground her ass into the mattress as her
body responded to her probing fingers.  She finally gnarled two fingers
together and thrust them forcefully in and out of her lust-filled cunt.
     She raised her legs in the air and stroked the artificial cock in
and out of her twat and then added a third finger and thrust in deeply.
     What would it be like to lick another woman's cunt?  Would Pattie
think she was crazy or worse, would she think her mother was a slut?
     Maybe I am, Millie thought as she writhed her hips and ass and
finger-fucked herself.  Maybe I'm a slut and nothing more.
     She rammed her fingers deep inside her body, feeling the tight wet
walls of her pussy sucking on her digits.  She used her thumb to caress
her clit and twisted her ass in a circular motion.
     When she finally came, her cunt gripped her fingers tightly and her
pussy expelled a stream of whitish fluid.  She continued frigging
herself and thinking about wanton desires until she lay exhausted
against the pillow.
     She was about to doze off when she heard the knock on the door.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Pattie said.
     Millie sat up, startled.  "Yes, I must have been having a bad
dream.  What time is it?"
     "It's almost eleven.  Can I come in for a minute?"
     Millie rolled over and grabbed her robe.  She slipped it on and
bunched up the pillows before leaning back.  "Yes, darling, come on in."
     When Pattie walked into the room, Millie's heart lurched.  The girl
was wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved nightgown and her hair was
arranged in two ponytails.  She wore furry slippers on her feet and
looked so adorable and young Millie's heart melted.
     "What's on your mind, darling?" she said as the teenage girl
approached the bed.  Millie held out her arms and the girl sank down on
the bed and nestled against her.
     How could I have had such awful thoughts about my own daughter?
Millie thought.  She forgot about the wanton scene she'd just witnessed
and hugged the teenager to her.
     "Whatever it is, you know you can tell mother all about it," she
said, hugging Pattie against her chest.  "Now, what's wrong, baby?  Tell
mother all about it."



                                   Chapter 6

     After her talk with Pattie, Millie knew she couldn't seduce the
girl.  The weeks flew by and she forgot about the night she'd spied on
her children in bed.  Laura and Eric settled in, and Millie and Laura
began spending a great deal of time together.
     One night the two women went shopping at a nearby mall.  After the
stores were closed, they went to a local restaurant for a late dinner.
     The restaurant was dimly lit and Laura sat back in her chair and
sipped her martini while Millie chattered about their purchases.  The
drink was warming her and she felt a bit giddy and relaxed.  Her feet
were tired from walking around the stores, but she felt happy.
     They ordered dinner and ate it with relish and when they were done
they ordered brandies.  By now Laura was dizzy, but feeling no pain and
she loosened up and confided to her sister-in-law that she was horny
lately.
     She stopped short of telling Millie about her experience with Fred.
She flushed at the memory of her brother.  It hadn't happened again, but
what would Millie say if she knew?  She'd probably have a fit and make
Laura and Eric leave her home.
     "I'm going to miss you two when you leave," Millie said, twirling
the stem of her brandy glass and deliberately changing the subject.
     Laura's ripe lips parted and her white teeth flashed as she
nervously smiled and turned to the brunette.  "Are you trying to tell me
something?"
     Millie brought her hand up to her mouth.  "Oh, no, I didn't mean it
that way.  Me and my big mouth."
     Laura relaxed again.  "I knew you didn't mean it that way."
     Millie wondered what Laura would say if she knew she'd fucked her
son.  She and Eric hadn't gotten together since that first time, but it
wasn't because Eric wasn't interested.  The boy was always sniffing
around his aunt, but Millie was afraid of being caught by Laura.
     Now Laura nodded and smiled.  "You're so lucky you've got a
husband," she said.  "You never have to be horny."
     "Oh, I wouldn't say that," Millie said.  "I'm horny a lot of the
time."  She fidgeted in her seat and again tried to change the subject,
but Laura kept returning to it.
     "I know I shouldn't ask you this," Laura said.
     "Ask me what?" Millie said.  Her throat felt constricted.  What if
Laura knew?
     "Oh, forget it," Laura said.
     Millie motioned toward the waitress and ordered two more brandies.
"No, you wanted to say something.  What is it?"
     "I just wondered if you ever cheated on Fred?" Laura said.
     Millie's upper lip twitched.  "What a question," she said.
     "See, I told you I didn't have any business asking you," Laura
said.  "Just forget it.  I'm a busybody."
     Millie nervously sipped her brandy and glanced around the
restaurant.  There were two men at a corner table.  "I wonder if they're
businessmen or what?" she said.
     "Who?  Them?" Laura said, turning her head and staring at the men.
She knew she was being nasty asking Millie if she'd ever cheated on
Fred.  Fred had already confirmed that they both had cheated.  Why did
she want to make her sister-in-law uncomfortable?  Was it because she
was jealous of her?
     The two men rose up and quickly walked out of the restaurant and
Laura turned her attention back to Millie.
     "Yes," Millie said wryly.  "Them."
     "They were attractive, weren't they?" Laura said.
     "I've had a few flings, if you must know," Millie said, her eyes
lowered and her fingers toying nervously with her cocktail napkin.
     The intimacy between them made Laura's heart melt.  She placed her
hand over Millie's and squeezed it.  "You don't have to explain anything
to me," she said.  "I'm sure Fred's no angel either."
     "I know he isn't," Millie said.  "We both do our own thing once in
a while.  But our marriage's solid."
     "Pete was a horrible runaround," Laura said, shrugging.  "At first
it almost killed me.  Later I only cared about the effect on Eric."
     "Was he a good lover?" Millie asked.
     "Not great," Laura said.
     Both women giggled.  They'd never confided in each other before and
it gave Laura a warm feeling.
     "I'll bet Fred is a good lover," she said softly, her eyes averted.
     "He's pretty good," Millie said.  She took a deep breath.  "I've
been thinking about trying something new lately."  She gazed
meaningfully into Laura's eyes.
     Laura smiled uneasily.  The way Millie was staring into her eyes
made her uncomfortable and something more.  It made her excited.
     Laura took a deep breath.  "What do you mean?" she said.  "Trying
what?"
     "You're going to think I'm terrible, but I've actually been
thinking, sort of wondering, what it was like to do it with another
woman."  Millie's outward demeanor was calm, but inside she was shaking.
"You probably think I'm terrible ..."
     Laura felt her face grow warm.  Millie's bluntness took her by
surprise.  The idea of making it with another woman was repugnant to
Laura, but she didn't want to say that to Millie.  It would humiliate
the woman.
     "Have you ever tried it with another woman?" Laura said in a
squeaky voice.  She cleared her throat.  "I never ..."
     "No, I've never done it," Millie said quickly.  "I said I was
thinking, well, really, wondering what it would be like to go to bed
with a woman."
     Laura drained her glass, her mind awhirl with images of herself and
Millie naked in bed together.  "You must tell me what it's like when you
do it," Laura said.  "I'd be curious to know.  I'm not all that
experienced myself.  Since Pete walked out ..." she paused, bit her lip
and blushed.  "I've had very little experience since he left."
     Millie moved her hand to Laura's arm.  "I'd like to try it with
you," she said softly, her eyes boring into the redhead's face.
     "Me?" Laura said, her eyes widening with a combination of surprise
and excitement.  "I don't know what to say."
     Millie winked and grinned, her eyes aglow and teasing.  "Say yes,"
she whispered.
     "Why, I ..." Laura was so flustered she couldn't arrange her
thoughts.  She tried to imagine what it would be like to make love to
another woman, but she just couldn't picture herself pussy to pussy with
Millie.
     She gazed back into Millie's eyes and bit her lip.  Millie motioned
to the waitress to bring them their check.  "I'll bet it's great with a
woman," she said, her voice barely audible as she reached for her
wallet.  "Here, I'll get the check."
     "Let me split it with you," Laura said.  Her face felt warm and her
voice was husky.
     "No, I'll pay," Millie said.  The tension between them was now so
great, Laura knew what her answer would be.
     "Where would we go?" Laura hissed as they rose up from the table.
     "The house," Millie said.
     "But what about the others?" Laura said, following the brunette out
of the restaurant.
     "We can use your room," Millie said.
     "But, what if they wonder where you're at?" Laura asked.  "What if
Fred wants to know what you're doing in my room with me?"
     "You worry too much," Millie smiled.  "Listen, do you want to or
don't you?"
     Laura moistened her suddenly parched lips as they left the
restaurant and walked around to the parking lot.  "I guess we could try
it," she said in a tiny voice.
     Twenty minutes later they walked into the house.  It was quiet and
no one was around.  Laura followed Millie upstairs and together they
walked into Laura's room.
     "You stay here," Millie said.  She put her purse down and slipped
her jacket off.  "I'll go down and fix us some drinks and see who's
around."
     Laura sat down on the bed, her heart pounding with anxiety.  She
waited until Millie returned and the two women made casual conversation
for a moment.
     Laura finished her drink first.  "Is Fred home?" she said.
     "No," Millie said.  "I think he's having a little action tonight."
     Laura lifted her eyebrows.  "How can you be so calm about it all?"
     "How else should I be?"  She looked toward the tiny bathroom off
the bedroom.  "How about a shower?" she said.
     Laura shrugged her shoulders.  "Why?  I showered this morning."
     "Why not?" Millie giggled, rising up.  "Maybe it'll relax you."
     Laura nodded and rose up to follow her to the bathroom.  They
undressed without speaking and when Laura moved into the shower, Millie
sat down on the toilet to pee.
     "I'll be with you in a minute," she said.
     Laura lathered her body quickly, hoping she would be finished
before Millie climbed into the shower-stall.  She heard Millie run the
water and she rinsed off and climbed out just as Millie was stepping
into the shower.
     "Get on the bed," Millie said.  "I'll be out in a minute."
     Laura wrapped herself in a towel and moved back to the bedroom.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she listened to the sounds emanating
from the bathroom.  The veins in her forehead throbbed.  Not even the
booze relaxed her.
     She climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket up, covering
herself to her chin.  She closed her eyes and waited.  Almost too
quickly, Millie walked into the room.
     "Are the kids home?" Laura said, her eyes closed and her voice very
soft.
     "Yes," Millie said.
     "Did you see them?"
     "No, but I hear the television blasting in Pattie's room and
there's a light under John's door."
     "What about Eric?"
     "I assume he's home."
     "Oh."
     Millie stood at the side of the bed, toweling herself dry.  Her
eyes raked over Laura's body.  "You're all covered up," she smiled.
"Afraid I'll eat you up?"
     Laura blushed.  "No."
     Millie gazed into the redhead's eyes.  She tossed the wet towel
onto a chair and approached the bed.  Sinking down onto the side nearest
Laura, she slipped under the covers.
     Laura lay very still, aware of the beating of her heart and every
movement Millie made.  The mattress squeaked as Millie shifted her
weight around and when Laura opened her eyes, Millie was hovering over
her.
     "Don't be nervous," Millie said, touching her shoulder and leaning
down to press her moist lips against Laura's.
     The kiss was tender and sweet and somehow sensuous.  Laura stopped
breathing as wondrously delicious tremors coursed through her body.
     Millie's lips were insistent, pressing down harder and forcing
Laura's lips to part.  The brunette snaked her tongue into Laura's mouth
and stirred the younger woman to unknown delights.
     Suddenly Laura felt fingers on her tits, stroking her flesh and
caressing her nipples.  The two women continued kissing hotly while
Millie took Laura's nipples in her fingers and rolled them into spikey
hardness.
     Laura gasped at the sensations raging through her.  Millie's lips
and tongue licked and nibbled Laura's mouth while her hands stroked her
tits exquisitely.
     "See?" Millie giggled when they finally broke the kiss.  "The seas
didn't part and swallow us up.  We're still here and in one piece."
     Laura's eyelids fluttered and she sighed.  "I know.  I half thought
God would strike us dead."
     "She wouldn't do that," Millie said and both women giggled.
     Millie continued caressing Laura's tits.  Almost shyly, Laura
reached over and covered one of Millie's tits with her hand.  Millie
smiled and her nostrils flared.
     "Kiss me," the brunette said and this time it was Laura who brought
her lips down on Millie's moist mouth.
     And then Laura was stretched out on her back and Millie was half on
top of her.  The brunette was sucking and squeezing her tits and Laura
opened her legs and tangled her fingers in Millie's crisp, black curls.
     She closed her lips over one of Laura's nipples and sucked it until
Laura moaned with lust.  Then she moved to the other and her cheeks
hollowed in as she busied herself with Laura's left tit.
     Waves of passion raged through the redhead, surging and subsiding
and then surging again.  Millie moved with sureness as she worked her
lips and tongue and teeth on Laura's cantaloupe-sized tits.
     "Am I making you feel good?" Millie said.
     "Oh, yes!"
     "I love it," Millie said.
     "Me too."
     Millie's voice was muffled against Laura's titflesh.  She nursed on
Laura's tits until Laura thought she'd lose her mind.  Then as if
realizing Laura needed more, Millie moved a hand down her belly and into
her pussy.
     Laura trembled when Millie's fingers touched the thick forest
between her legs.  She thrust her pelvis forward and parted her thighs
to give Millie total access to her cunt.
     Millie explored her pussy without hesitation.  Darts of flame
ignited Laura's gash as her sister-in-law probed and stroked and
fondled.
     "Are you sure you've never done this before?" Laura stammered, her
pleasure mounting as Millie thrust a finger inside her hot cunt.
     "No, but thanks for the compliment," Millie said.  She pressed hot
kisses over Laura's belly and thrust her thumb into her cunthole.
     "Oh, God, you're making me so hot,"
     Laura said as Millie nibbled her saliva-slick nipples.
     Her avid mouth moved down Laura's cleavage and over her rounded
belly.  She spit a mouthful of saliva into Laura's navel and then slowly
licked it up again.
     "I do this to Fred sometimes," Millie giggled.  "He likes it too."
     The pelt of fur between Laura's thighs was soaked with her cunt-
juice.  Millie pulled her finger out of Laura's twat and rubbed the palm
of her hand over her gaping cunt-folds.
     "You do this like a pro," Laura said, her breathing strained.
     "I think I'm a slut at heart," Millie said.
     "I'm no angel myself," Laura said, and then bit her lip.
     "Really?" Millie said, her forefinger searching around Laura's
cunt.  "What have you been up to?"
     "Nothing," Laura said.  "I was just kidding."
     Three of Millie's fingers disappeared inside Laura's cunthole.  "I
don't think you were kidding!" Millie hissed.  "I think you're a case of
still waters running deep."
     Laura's tits bounced around as she writhed her ass in response to
Millie's fingers.  "Your fingers are so deep inside me," she said.
     Millie ran a series of tiny kisses over the muff at the top of
Laura's gash.  "You're trying to change the subject," Millie said.
     "Oh, God, don't stop!" Laura groaned.
     Millie kept her fingers in Laura's cunt, but she moved up to her
tits and licked greedily on her nipples.  Her kisses left Laura's tits
wet and tingling and finally she lay down on top of Laura and pressed
her own tits against the redhead's.
     "I'm going to suck your pussy soon," Millie whispered as they
rolled wantonly around the bed.  She moved her lips down from Laura's
tits to her belly.
     "Yes!" Laura hissed.  "Yes, I want it!"
     Laura rammed her ass up off the bed and tossed her head from side
to side.  Millie stared down at the aroused woman and brushed her lips
over Laura's contorted mouth.
     "You want it as much as I do!" Millie murmured.  "I knew it.
You're as hot as I am."  She pressed her face against Laura's twat and
the redhead grabbed her head.
     "Suck me!" Laura cried.  She pressed her thighs against Millie's
head and mindlessly clawed at her curly hair.  "For God's sake, suck
me!" she said over and over until Millie rammed her tongue inside her
cuntlips and her cries became soft moans of total passion.



                                   Chapter 7

     After Pattie lost her virginity, she became more and more curious
about sex.  She began fucking a few boys in her class at school and she
and John fucked regularly.  After a while she became curious about older
men.  Specifically one older man.  Her father.
     At a time she knew they would be home alone, she deliberately went
to sleep naked and lay in bed for a long time the next morning.
Eventually she knew Fred would knock on her door and ask if anything was
wrong.
     She left her door open very slightly and threw the covers back.
She toyed with her curly blonde cunt hairs and listened to her father
walking up the stairs to the master bedroom.
     The blonde teenager played with her tits while she waited.  She was
happy her tits were big.  A girl with big boobs was lucky.  And hers
were capped with the big pink nipples that boys loved to suck.
     The rest of her body was slim and soft as silk and her pretty face
was innocent looking.  But she was no longer innocent inside.  She was a
mature woman inside with the desires and drives of a mature woman.
     Now she raised her arms and stretched.  She yawned and let her long
blonde hair frame her face on the pillow.  She'd already been up for a
few minutes to pee and brush her teeth.  But it was ten o'clock and
surely her father would question what she was doing in bed so late.
     Five minutes later he knocked on the door.  On an impulse Pattie
decided to pretend to be sleeping.  She closed her eyes, still with the
covers thrown back and her pink and white body exposed.  She heard the
door open and the sound of her father moving into the room.
     She stirred, but kept her eyes closed.  She flung an arm over and
realized then that Fred was sitting on the edge of the bed.  She opened
her eyes and squealed, yanking the blanket up over her boobs.
     "Daddy!" she cried.
     "Don't be frightened, puddin'," Fred said, glancing nervously
around the room.  "I was just wondering why you were still in bed."
     Deliberately leaving her thighs exposed, the little blonde stared
up at her father.  "I don't know, Daddy.  I was just awfully tired.  I
guess maybe it's almost that time of the month."
     Fred was naked from the waist up and he wore skin-tight jeans and
no shoes or stockings.  He looked fresh from the shower and Pattie
blushed when she noticed the bulge in his crotch.
     "What's the blush for?" Fred said in a tight voice.
     "You look so handsome," Pattie said.  "For a minute I forgot you
were my father.  I thought you were a boy from school or something."
     "What a nice compliment for an old man," Fred grinned.  "Tell me
more, honey."
     The blanket slipped down and her tits bounced out and the blonde
made no attempt to cover herself.  Fred's eyes darted over her tits, but
he forced himself to meet her gaze.
     "I'm glad we're having this time together," Pattie said.
     Her eyes were wide and unblinking and morning clear.  She knew she
looked adorable and she used that knowledge.
     "And I do think you're real handsome, Daddy," she said.  "All my
girlfriends think so too."
     He brought his legs up onto the bed and leaned on his arm directly
next to her.  Pattie didn't move to give him room.  They were so close
she felt his breath on her face.
     "Is that a fact, honey?" he teased.  He seemed to be relaxing and
Pattie relaxed too.
     "Oh, Daddy!" she giggled, when he began tickling her.  The blanket
slipped completely away and her pretty body wiggled from side to side.
     "Don't worry about that," Fred said when she pretended to be
embarrassed by her nudity.  "I saw you naked as a jaybird when you were
little.  Why should we make a big deal about it now?"
     "You're right," Pattie said, pushing the blanket down again.  "I
never thought about it that way."  It's working! she thought gleefully.
At least I think it's working.
     "When you and John were little, your mother and I walked around
naked all the time," he said.
     "Yeah, I sort of remember that," Pattie said.
     "We thought it was good for you kids not to be hung-up about the
human body."
     "Why did you stop?"
     "Well, we decided when John was older that it was time your mother
covered up.  He was always grabbing for her tits and her pussy too, if
you must know.  When we asked the doctor what we should do, he said the
boy was almost at puberty and it wasn't right to tease him anymore."
     "And what about me?" Pattie said, noticing that her father was
scratching his crotch.  She giggled.  "Why are you scratching yourself?"
     He snickered and moved his hand away.  "It's a little tight in
there," he said.  "What about you?  You were a little minx even as a
baby.  You flirted with every man around.  And you followed me all over
the place."
     "I remember that, Daddy," she said softly.  "I'm still crazy about
you.  More than like a father, but like a man.  I think you're the
sexiest man in town."
     She twisted the sheet in her hands and they stared into each
other's eyes.  Fred scratched his crotch again and looked anxious.
     "If you want to take it out and scratch it, you can," Pattie
blurted out.  "I've seen cocks before."  She blushed furiously when she
realized what she had just admitted.
     Fred sighed and moved closer to the naked girl.  "So you're not a
virgin," he said, unzipping his fly and bringing his prick out.
     He moved his hand to the side and let his prick stand up stoutly.
It swayed back and forth and he sighed again.  He pinched the flared rim
under his cock-knob and turned to his daughter.
     "I guess I'm just a dirty old man," he said.
     Pattie leaned over.  "Can I touch it, Daddy?" she whispered.
     "Do you really want to, honey?" he said, taking her hand and
placing it over his prick.
     "Oh, Daddy, it's so hard!" she squealed.
     "Your hand feels good on it, baby," Fred said.  He leaned on one
elbow and stared at the teenager's face.  "You can pump it if you want
to.  As long as you're not a virgin anyway, I guess it won't do any
harm."
     "I'd like that," the teenager said.  "I'd like that a lot, Daddy."
     "Go on and get a good hold on it," Fred said.  "it won't break."
     She feigned innocence as she lightly touched the tip of his prick.
"Like this?"
     "Yeah, rub it right there, honey.  And use your fingers on the
shaft.  You know that's called the shaft, don't you?"  He took his prick
from her hand and illustrated what he wanted from her by giving it a few
hard strokes.
     "Let me," Pattie giggled, pushing his hand aside and crouching on
her knees in front of him.  She wrapped both hands around his dick and
Fred raised his ass off the bed and pushed his jeans and shorts down.
     When he was naked, she smiled lovingly and used one hand to caress
his fuckpole.  He reached over and closed one hand over her left tit and
the little blonde sighed.
     "I love when you touch me, Daddy," she said.  "Oh, Daddy, I love
when you pull on my nipple like that."
     "You've got a gorgeous pair of jugs, honey," Fred said, using both
hands on the teenager's tits.  He stroked them and squeezed them and
Pattie closed her eyes and clutched his dick in her fist.
     A crash of feeling shot through her pussy and her heart beat so
fast she thought she might faint.  "I'm glad you like them," she said.
"I'd rather you liked my tits than anyone else in the world."
     She opened her eyes and began pumping his prick hard again.  Fred
let one hand drag down over her belly while he fondled her firm young
boobs.
     "You been fucking around a lot, baby?" he said.
     "I only just started a few moments ago," she said.
     "But you like it, huh?"
     She nodded solemnly.  "I love it, Daddy."
     "A chip off the old block," he chuckled.
     "Does Mom love it too?" she said.
     He nodded.  "Your mother loves fucking more than anything."
     Pattie's cheeks flushed brighter as she stroked and squeezed her
father's dick.  "You won't tell her about us, will you?" she said.
     He moved his hands down to her waist and bent down to lightly kiss
the tip of one boob.  "I wouldn't think of it," he said.
     Pattie shook all over when her father kissed her tit.  "It'll be
our secret, huh?" she whispered.
     "It'll be our secret, baby," he said.  "Let me have a good look at
your pretty cunt.  I can't see it real good when you sit that way."  She
sat back and blushed furiously as she parted her legs and exposed her
cunt to his probing eyes.  He stared at her gulch for a moment.  "It's a
beautiful pussy, honey," he said.  "It's made for fucking too.  It's
nice and wet and tight looking.  Just made for a nice hard cock.  You're
not scared, are you?"
     The teenage blonde fluttered her eyelashes and cocked her head.
She reached for his cock and began stroking it again.  "I'm not scared,
Daddy," she said.  She stared at his crimson, taut-skinned cockhead.  "I
love having a cock inside my cunt."
     Fred suddenly pressed a finger against her gash and wet it with her
juices.  He polished his cockhead with her pussy-cream and smiled.  "Now
we're going steady," he chuckled.  "Our juices are mingled."
     They giggled and he returned his fingers to her cunt-folds.  He
wiggled them around her dripping gulch.  He tickled her with his free
hand and she squealed and thrust herself at his fingers.
     "God, Daddy, you're turning me on so much!" she breathed.
     "That's the idea, honey," Fred said.  He leaned forward and planted
a kiss on her lips.  "You've got as fine a cunt as a girl can have."
     The teenager pushed her cunt against his probing fingers and
squeezed his cockroot with her fist.  Flopping over onto her belly, she
rubbed her tits against his prick and balls.
     Fred stared down at her blonde hair and laced his fingers through
the maze.  She buried down against his belly, pushing her tits against
his crotch.
     "You're getting me all wet," she giggled.  "Your cock is leaking
all over my titties."
     She sat up, letting her tits hang over his crotch.  He gazed at her
cleavage.  It glistened with a glob of fuck-cream.  Taking a deep
breath, the blonde tease waved her jugs in front of his face.
     Bending down all the way, she held her face above his prick.
Crouching between her father's thighs, she brought her lips to within an
inch of his cock before moving away again.
     He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back.
     "You're a real hellcat, aren't you?" he said.  "You're still a
minx.  Nothing's changed since you were little."
     "You always tell me people basically don't change," she said.
"Don't blame me if I believe you."  Her nostrils flared as she leaned
against the headboard and brought her knees up to her tits.
     Fred spread out on his side, his face leaning on one hand.  He
stared at his daughter while she deliberately let her legs fall open to
reveal her blonde-fuzzed cunt.
     "What are you really saying?" he said.
     "I'm saying," Pattie said boldly, "that you walked right in here
without knocking."
     "I knocked.  You didn't answer," Fred said defensively.
     "I know that, Daddy," she giggled.
     Fred's eyes narrowed.  "You heard me knock?"
     She nodded and grinned.  "Sure, I heard you."
     "Why didn't you say something?"
     "I wanted you to think I was sleeping."
     "You wanted me to come in here."
     She dimpled and stuck out her tongue.  "Guilty," she said.
     He grinned broadly and curled his strong fingers around one of her
wrists.  "Get over here and take it into your mouth," he growled and she
rolled onto her belly and hovered over his cock.
     He stretched out on his back and she pursed her lips and smeared
them lightly over the tip of his prick.  Her nostrils flared and her
cheeks sank in and she gripped his cock-root with one hand and his balls
with the other.
     "Oh, baby, that feels so damn good," Fred said.
     A glob of spunk oozed out of his piss-slit and attached itself to
the teenage blonde's full lower lip.  She let it hang there for a moment
before parting her lips and taking his prick-knob into her mouth.
     He groaned and she sucked hard, rubbing her belly against his
thigh.  He reached down and grabbed one of her tits and caressed her
nipple while she tongued his dick.
     Suddenly the teenager stopped sucking.  She held his prick in her
mouth without moving and then let it slip out.  She sat back on her
haunches and tossed her hair over one shoulder.
     "Did you hear something?" she said.
     "No, why'd you stop?"
     "I thought I heard someone downstairs."
     "Forget it.  The door's closed.  No one will come in."
     "Mom might."
     "She won't come in.  She knows at your age you need your privacy.
Come on, honey.  Get down there."
     Pattie was nervous now.  She wanted her father to fuck her, but she
certainly didn't want her mother to find out about it.  Fred reached
over and took one of her wrists in his strong hand.  She lowered her
mouth to his cock and reluctantly took his cockhead back into her mouth.
     She soon forgot her nervousness in the excitement of sucking her
father's dick.  He encouraged her by telling her she was a wonderful
cock-sucker.
     "Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?" she whispered.
     "Do you want me to, honey?" he said softly.
     "Oh, yes!"
     He sat up and leaned against the headboard and the little blonde
quickly straddled him.  "This won't work," he said, flat on his back and
holding his arms out toward her.
     She climbed on top of him, squatting over his prick.  She'd never
been fucked in this position, but she instinctively knew what to do.
She wet his prick with her cuntjuice and held his knob against her until
it was wedged against her cunt-socket.
     "I don't know if it'll go in," she teased.  Her father's cock
wasn't as big as her brother's, but she wanted to flatter him.  She knew
his cock would fit her cunt.  John's did with great frequency.
     "It'll go in, honey!" he hissed.  "Just don't tighten up.  Let
yourself open up and it'll slip right in."
     The little blonde wiggled her hips, letting her tits bounce
prettily as she adjusted herself over her father's dick.  She stretched
her cuntmouth with his knob and then sank down abruptly.  His knob was
inside her, quickly followed by his shaft.
     She held his prick inside her and his balls tickled her ass.  She
leaned forward and Fred took her hands.  She began bouncing up and down,
and his cock stroked in and out of her hot wet pussy.
     "Oh, baby, your cunt is squeezing the cream out of my cock!" he
said.
     "Oh, Daddy, you're going to make me come so good!"
     "Keep rocking, baby," Fred said through clenched teeth.  "Keep
rocking like that and I'll just rub your little clit right here."
     He reached up and stroked her love-button while he thrust his
fucktube in and out of her twat.  She no longer wiggled her ass, but
allowed him to thrust and stroke and play with her clittie.
     "This is the best fuck I ever had," the blonde teenager shrieked.
Her teeth chattered as the first stirrings of her orgasm raged through
her.
     "I'm getting on top!" Fred growled and the girl found herself on
her back with her father on top of her.
     She rocked her head from side to side as he poked his prick in and
out of her gash.  He continued kneading her clit with his fingers and
when she came her cunt squeezed the jism out of his balls.
     She grabbed her tits and dug her fingernails into her flesh as the
wondrous sensations of her orgasm engulfed her.  Never in her life had
she been so fulfilled.  She buried her face in her father's neck when he
collapsed on top of her.
     "Am I too heavy, honey?" he panted.
     "No, Daddy, it feels good," she breathed.  "It feels wonderful."



                                   Chapter 8

     Millie dropped her robe to the floor and stepped into the shower.
     "Damn!" she muttered when she realized there was only a sliver of
soap in the dish.
     She stepped under the hot spray and let the water wash over her
body and her short black hair.  It felt good.  Good to be alive and good
to have the warm spray cascading over her body.
     "You in there, Aunt Millie?" Eric said from outside the door.
     "Yes, and I need some soap," Millie cried out.  Not only could the
boy bring the soap in, he could stay and join her in the shower.
     "Where is it, Auntie?" the boy said.
     "In the linen closet outside," Millie said.
     On the stairway, Laura stood still and watched her son walk into
the bathroom and close the door behind him.  What's going on in there?
she thought to herself.  She'd been living in her brother's home long
enough so that nothing shocked her anymore.
     She tiptoed over to the bathroom door and pressed her ear against
it.  That devil, Millie, she thought.  She's going to fuck Eric in the
shower.
     When Eric walked into the bathroom and handed his aunt the soap, he
made no move to leave.  She pushed the shower curtain aside and wrinkled
her nose.
     "Waiting for an invitation?" she said.
     The boy grinned.  "You bet."
     "You're invited," she winked.
     "Oh, boy!" Eric said as he stripped his clothes off.
     Millie left the shower curtain open and watched the boy undress as
she soaped herself.  She rubbed her lathered hands over her full firm
tits and her pussy oozed when her nephew's prick came into view.  It was
true it wasn't as big as John's, but there was something sweet about it.
John's cock was so big, she always had trouble sucking it, while Eric's
was just the right size.
     She massaged the lather into her cunt-muff.  God, she loved giving
head!  She salivated at the prospect of having Eric's prick in her
mouth.  She'd bob her head back and forth and take his knob all the way
into her throat.
     She knew Laura suspected something was going on between them.  And
although Millie and Laura had become very close, Millie hadn't admitted
it.  There was something perverse about telling the boy's mother she was
fucking him.  And it was a secret she preferred keeping for the present.
     Now Millie raised one leg and washed her soft inner thighs and the
hairy lips of her pussy.  Eric stepped into the shower and closed the
curtain, his eyes glued to her stroking hands.
     "You like?" she teased, holding her cuntlips apart and showing him
the red meat of her pussy.
     He nodded and licked his lips.  "Sure."
     When the soap slipped out of Millie's hand, she bent over to get it
and the lips of her cunt spread wider.  She turned her head and giggled.
     "Are you getting a good look at my asshole?" she said.
     He grinned.  "Yeah."
     "Did you ever cornhole a girl?" she said.
     "Nope."
     "Interested?"
     He snickered and looked down.  "Sure."
     Millie wantonly squeezed her tits and pointed her nipples at the
boy's face.  "Maybe I'll let you some time."
     Her tits tingled as she teased the boy.  She rubbed herself against
his arm and nibbled his earlobe.  She took his hand and forced it
between her legs and in a moment he was caressing her cunt.
     "You like fucking me, don't you?" she said.
     He nodded and rubbed his fingers around her pussy.
     "Do you like fucking me better than girls your own age?"
     "Yeah."
     "How come?"
     "I think women my mom's age are real sexy."
     Millie raised her eyebrows.  "Have you ever fucked your mother?"
     "Hell, no!  She'd never let me!"
     "How do you know if you've never tried?"
     The boy thrust his finger inside his aunt's twat.  "I just know,"
he muttered.
     "That's nice, darling, but put another finger in," she said and the
boy obediently added a second finger to her pussy.  "That's better," she
said.  "Now slide them in and out and rub my clittie while you do it.
Now, then, what makes you think your mother isn't a sexy lady too?  Or
do you think I'm a tramp?"
     He grimaced.  "Oh, no, I don't think you're a tramp, Aunt Millie."
     She gently rubbed her tits and thrust her pussy at his stroking
fingers.  "Then what is it?  Your mother doesn't even have a husband
around to take care of her sexual needs.  I do.  And still I let you
fuck me."  She sighed.  "You must think I'm a tramp."
     "Jesus, Aunt Millie, I think you're the greatest," the boy said and
he looked so earnest Millie took pity on him.
     She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up against him.
"I know you do, sweetie," she said.  "And I think you're the greatest
too.  And I love, no, I adore your body.  Hold me tight.  Real tight.  I
love when you hold me like that."
     They stood together under the shower spray hugging.  She poked her
tits into the boy's chest and grabbed his asscheeks in her hands.
     "I love you, Aunt Millie," he whispered in her ear.
     "Oh, honey, we're going to have such a good time," she said.
"Maybe I'll bend down right now and let you fuck me under the shower.
Do you think you'd like that?  I know I would."
     "Jesus, Auntie, whatever you say!"  The boy's face was flushed and
his upper lip twitched.
     "Here," she said, handing him the bar of soap.  "Wash me."
     The boy rubbed the soap between her legs and her clit tingled with
desire.  She continued rubbing her tits in a circular motion while the
boy masturbated her.
     She squatted down to give him plenty of room and soon her cunt-bush
was white with foam.  Her hair clung to her face in ringlets and her
eyes sparkled with a combination of excitement and anticipation.
     She bent over and held onto the towel rack and the boy rubbed the
bar of soap inside her asscrack.  She turned her head and gazed back at
him, prying her asscheeks open.
     His hands felt like velvet on her butt and turned her pussy into a
swamp of desire.  "Stick your finger in my asshole!" she hissed and the
boy inched his little finger into her bung.
     "Jesus, Aunt Millie, did you mean what you said before?" he said as
he sawed his finger in and out of her butt-hole.
     "Yes, I meant it," she said.  "Use a bigger finger.  It feels
good."
     He pulled his little finger out of her bung and inserted the tip of
his index finger.  "Tell me if it hurts," he said.
     "Don't worry about it," she said.  "Push it all the way in."
     He thrust his finger root-deep into her bung and the horny brunette
wiggled her ass and clung to the towel rack.  Cunt-honey dripped from
her pussy and drenched her thighs.  She thrust her ass back at the boy's
stroking finger and moved one hand to her pussy to caress her cunt.
     "That's the way, honey," she moaned.  "Keep that up and Auntie will
come right now."
     "I'll do my best," Eric croaked.  His voice was still changing and
when he became excited it cracked.
     "Tongue it!" Millie said suddenly.  "Here, I'll rinse off and then
you can tongue it."  She quickly rinsed her butt under the shower spray
and resumed her position with her legs wide-spread.
     The boy shoved his face against her asscrack.  He tongued her
quivering bung and darted his tongue down to her pussy.  She went wild
with arousal and yelled for him to stick his tongue in her cunt.
     He slithered his tongue around her gash and she held her asscheeks
apart and moaned loudly.  "Now stick it in my asshole!" she cried.
"Stick your tongue in my asshole and ream it out!"
     Amazingly, he was able to force the very tip of his tongue into her
butt.  She pushed her ass back at his sucking mouth and he forced the
rest of his tongue inside, using it like a cock to caress her bowels.
     "Don't stop, Eric!" she hissed.  "Don't stop!  I'll come in a
minute!  Don't you stop!"
     Suddenly the shower curtain opened and Laura stepped naked into the
stall.  "He's my son," she giggled softly.  "The least you two could do
was invite me to join you."
     Millie turned to her sister-in-law and threw her arms around her.
"Don't be mad," she said.  "He's irresistible."
     "I had a feeling you two were up to something," Laura said.
     "Hi, Mom," Eric said sheepishly, his arms hanging limply at his
sides and his eyes down on the floor.
     "Young man," Laura said with a smile.
     "You go right on doing what you were doing when I walked in."
     While she was speaking, she curled her fingers around the boy's
cock.  "I see you've, got him nice and hard," she said to Millie.
     Millie shrugged.  "What can I say?"
     "I'd like to see you fuck Aunt Millie in the ass," Laura said in
her softest, primmest voice.
     "Aw, Mom!"
     "Now, I mean it, Son.  You must always finish what you start."  She
winked at Millie and Millie giggled hysterically.
     "Okay, kiddo," Millie said to Eric.  "I'm taking the position."
She bent down and clasped the towel rack with both hands.  "I can't hold
my ass open, honey," she said to Eric.  "You do that for me, you hear?"
     She grinned impishly as she thrust her ass back at the boy.  Eric
stood behind her, holding her hips and blushing as he gazed at his
mother.
     "Go on, Eric," Laura said.  She was caressing her beaver with her
long fingernails and the boy was staring intently.  "I said, go on."
     Holding onto one of Millie's hips, the boy guided his prick inside
her asscrack.  He held one cheek open and poked his cockhead around her
puckered brownie.
     "That's my boy," Laura said with a giggle.  "Who says a boy needs a
father to show him the ropes."
     "Put it in!" Millie hissed.
     Instead the boy crouched down and dabbed his tongue over his aunt's
shitter.  Millie moaned hoarsely.  "Yes!  Yes!" she cried.  "It's
wonderful!  Do it!  Do it!"
     Suddenly he straightened up and thrust his prick back inside her
asscrease.  With one lurch forward, he forced his cockhead inside her
tiny hole, splitting her apart with an intensity that took her breath
away.
     The rest of his fuckpole eased inside her shit-chute and stroked in
and out with savage intensity.  Millie didn't feel the pain.  The
pleasure was too overwhelming.
     "Fuck my ass!" Millie screamed.  She tossed her head from side to
side and her wet ringlets clung to her face.  Her eyes were shut tight
and her nostrils flared.
     The hard length of the boy's dick filled her asshole completely.
The sex-crazed aunt moved a hand to her pussy and fondled herself while
the teenager cornholed her.
     "She's coming!" Laura hissed.  She stood beside her son and reached
under to caress his balls.  "I can tell she's going to come soon."
     "Fuck me!" Millie yelled.  "For God's sake, don't stop!"
     She thrust her ass back at the boy's stroking cock in a frenzy.
She was more animal than woman as she clawed her pussy.  Her tits
flopped around and she clung with one hand to the towel rack as Eric
split her butt in two with his dick.
     Millie was suddenly aware that Laura was kneeling down and licking
Eric's asscrease.  The brunette wiggled her hips in a violent motion as
the boy's cock sank in and out of her butt.
     Millie was never really aware of how it happened, but someone
turned the water off and hustled her out of the shower.  They all three
trooped to Laura's room and climbed onto the bed without drying off.
     Laura climbed on top of her son and squatted over him.  She thrust
his prick into her cunthole and fucked him.  Reaching behind her, she
found his balls and clutched them as she rocked up and down on his stiff
prick.
     The boy came then, and Laura rode him like a broncho.  At the end
she leaned over and plastered her lips over his, crushing her tits
against his chest.
     Millie had been masturbating and she came then as she watched the
mother and son embracing.  Waves of wild emotion thundered through her
and she rolled over next to Eric and dropped a tit into his mouth.
     The boy began nursing on her boob and Laura wiggled around until
she was positioned between his legs.  She sucked his limp prick into her
mouth and Millie watched with fascination as she cleaned him off.
     "Just like a mother cat," Millie said.
     "A what?" Laura said.
     "You're licking him just like a mother cat licks her litter."
     "Yummy," Laura giggled.
     "That's good, Mom," Eric gasped.
     "I think it's coming up again," Laura said.
     Millie fed the boy her other tit.  "Suck it good, baby," she cooed.
"You never did finish off with my asshole."
     After Laura sucked life back into her son's cock, she rolled over
and invited Millie to take her place.  "My jaw aches," she said.
     "I want something else," Millie said, stretching out on her back.
"Come here and do a number on my cunt," she said to Eric.
     The boy's eyes glittered as he crouched between her thighs and
buried his face against her twat.  He moved his hands under her ass and
kneaded them as he lapped his tongue over the width of her gash.
     At the same time, Laura crouched behind him and continued sucking
and licking his dick.  "Mmmmm, I just can't get enough of this," she
said.
     Millie had had enough of sharing the boy.  "Come here," she
whispered.  "It's my turn again."
     The boy moved up on her body and, guided by Millie's expert hands,
he thrust his prick into her cunt.  He lowered himself and left his cock
imbedded in her pussy while she french-kissed him.
     Eric grunted with excitement as he fucked his cock in and out of
his aunt's clutching pussy.  She wrapped her legs around his back and
moved her hands under her ass.  Then she lowered her legs and planted
her feet directly on the mattress.
     She rammed her cunt up at his stroking dick.  She fucked him, aware
that the kind of stroking she was doing would bring him off quickly.
She loved doing it.  It made her feel powerful, but it also gave her the
friction she wanted on her clit.
     She rammed her hips up and down and fucked his cock.  The boy was
wide-eyed as he stiffened and hovered over her.  She twisted and jerked
her body uncontrollably as her passion overtook her and now the teenager
lunged in and out of her spasming gulch.
     He became the aggressor and fucked her hard and deep and the lust-
driven woman gave herself to him.  She screamed when he withdrew from
her pussy and tilted her ass back.
     "Yes!" she yelled.  "My asshole!"
     He grunted and heaved forward as he shoved his prick inside her
bung.  Laura climbed around on the bed and squatted over Millie's face.
     "Fuck her ass, Son!" Laura yelled as she ground her cunt over
Millie's mouth.
     Millie could no longer see him, but the boy's blunt cockhead sank
deep inside her bung.  She slipped her hands under Laura's ass and
tongued her slit while Eric fucked her asshole.
     Laura wiggled frantically, almost cutting off Millie's breathing.
Millie found her clit and licked it in a frenzy while Eric pulled out of
her butt and inserted his dick into her pussy.
     A low, animal groan escaped Millie's throat.  Laura raised her ass
and Millie gazed up at the redhead's twat.  It was wet with a
combination of cuntjuice and saliva and Millie thrust two fingers into
Laura's hole.
     When Millie came, it was a mind-blowing orgasm and she flailed her
arms and legs and pushed Laura off her mouth.  Her eyes rolled back in
her head and her body twitched uncontrollably.
     Eric shot his load into her snatch and she came again and the two
women cradled the boy in their arms.



                                   Chapter 9

     Pattie and John continued their affair.  She had a desire to
include Eric in their experimentation, but didn't know how to initiate
it.
     One day all three youngsters went for a swim.  The water was cold,
but the air was warm and when they came out of the water they spread a
blanket on the grass and lay down to dry in the warmth of the sun.
     Somehow Pattie became sandwiched between the two boys and after a
short time she opened her eyes, aware of some strange intrigue in the
air.
     She turned to her brother and noticed his prick standing up under
his swim trunks.  His eyes were closed and his expression was blank.
She turned to gaze at her cousin, who was also stretched out on his
back.  She stared at Eric's crotch and saw that his prick, too, was
sticking up toward the sky.
     Giggling, the little blonde shut her eyes tight and snorted.  The
boys chuckled and raised their heads.  Pattie saw them gazing at their
hard-ons in unison and she giggled so hard her bikini top fell down to
expose the slope of her tits.
     "I know what you two are thinking about," the teenage girl said.
     "Yeah, what're we thinking about," John said.
     "You're thinking about pussy," Pattie said boldly, glancing at her
cousin from the corner of her eye to see his reaction.
     "Hey, watch it in front of Eric," John winked.
     "I know the score," Eric muttered, turning onto his belly.
     "Shit, Eric's no cherry-cock," Pattie said.
     "Don't talk dirty," John said, rolling onto his belly too.  "Ouch.
That hurts."
     "That's because your dick's so big," Pattie smirked.
     "Yeah, and don't you love it," John chuckled, rolling onto his
back.
     Eric opened his eyes and blinked.  "You two sound like you do it
together."
     "Do what, Eric?" Pattie teased.  "Say it."
     Eric blinked again.  "Fuck."
     "He said it!" Pattie cried.  "You're catching on, Eric."
     "Yeah, a few more months with us and you'll be fucking too," John
said.
     Eric covered his eyes with his arm.  "What makes you think I don't
fuck now?" he said.
     "Ohhhhhhh," Patty said slowly.  "I think we're going to hear a
confession, John."
     Eric blushed and turned back onto his belly.  Patty giggled
hysterically and John made a lewd sound with his lips.
     "You wanna compare cocks?" John said.  "Or have you?"
     Pattie made a fist and socked her brother on his upper arm.  "Fuck
you, I haven't."
     John humped his ass lewdly and grinned proudly.  He spread his legs
and ran his hand over his crotch.  "I've got nothing to hide," he said.
     Pattie giggled until tears ran down her cheeks.  "I bet Eric's got
nothing to hide either."  She clamped her hands excitedly.  "You're both
horny," she said.  "Why not compare cocks?"
     Eric smiled shyly.  "I can tell you now, mine's nowhere as big as
John's."
     John opened his mouth to speak, but Pattie put her hand on his arm.
"No, let me," she whispered.  She turned to Eric and took his hand in
hers.  "It's not the size, Eric," she said.  "It's what you do with what
you've got."
     Eric laced his fingers through the sand.  "Yeah?" he smiled and
Pattie melted at the sweetness in his face.
     Pattie motioned to her brother.  "John?" she said.  "Should we tell
him?"
     "Tell him what?"
     "That we make it together."
     "I guess you just told him, dummy."
     "She's not dumb," Eric said softly.
     Brother and sister looked at each other.  "I think our cousin has a
thing for you," John said.
     Eric blushed to the roots of his hair and looked away.
     "Shut up!" Pattie hissed at John.  She turned back to Eric.  "If
it's true, I'm very flattered," she said.  "Honest I am."  Eric sat up
and she put her arm around his neck in an almost protective way.
     A smile played around his mouth.  "I guess it's okay to be in love
with your cousin," he said.
     "Oh, Eric, how sweet!" Pattie cried, throwing both arms around his
neck.
     "Jesus, Sis, your tits are falling out of your swim-suit," John
said and Pattie yanked at her bikini top.
     "You don't think we're terrible?" Pattie said to Eric.
     "No," Eric said softly, averting her gaze.
     "I think old Eric's got his own secrets," John said.
     Pattie took a deep breath and again her tits almost popped out of
the cups of her bikini.  "You stop picking on him," she said sternly to
John.  "Eric, don't pay any attention to him."  She gently stroked his
arm.
     "Why don't we have a threesome?" John said after a few moments of
silence.
     Pattie continued stroking Eric's arm.  "I'd be willing," she said.
"If Eric is."
     Eric nodded and blushed.  "Jesus, I'll do it if you both want to,"
he said.
     Pattie flung her arms around each boy's neck.  "Then, it's settled.
We'll do it.  But where'll we go?"
     John looked intense and deep in thought.
     "Yeah, where'll we go.  We can't chance it in the house."
     "How about my mom's van?" Eric said.
     John and Pattie looked at each other.  "How about it, Sis?" John
said.
     "I forgot about the van.  Sure.  Let's go," Pattie said.
     They gathered their things and left the beach.  When they arrived
home, they parked their bikes at the side of the house and made as
little noise as possible as they trooped out to the back where Laura had
parked her van.  Pattie eyed the boys' bulging crotches and her legs
suddenly felt weak.  She was horny and couldn't wait to have a cock
inside her cunt.  Two horny cocks and they were all hers!  How exciting!
     They locked the door to the van from the inside.  "I sure hope your
mother doesn't come down here for something," John said.
     "Naw, she won't," Eric said.  "She hates this thing.  But my dad
took the car and left it so it's all we've got to get around with.
That's the only reason she uses it."
     Once inside, John was the first to sit down on the double bed.  He
wiggled his ass nervously.  "How're we gonna do this?"
     Eric looked totally controlled now and Pattie and John both looked
to him for guidance.  "We'll do it this way," Eric said, putting his arm
around Patti and kissing her on the mouth.
     Pattie kissed him back and he backed her up against the edge of the
bed while they exchanged tongues.  When the broke the kiss, John was
undressing and Pattie tugged Eric's tee-shirt up and helped him pull it
over his head.
     She toyed with the few hairs on his chest while he unzipped his
cut-offs and slipped out of them.  In the interim, John moved behind her
and untied her bikini top.
     In a moment her top was off and her tits tumbled into view.  She
caught the expression on Eric's face.  The boy's eyes narrowed as he
gazed hungrily at his cousin's tits.
     Without a word, Eric lay down on the bed and when Pattie was naked
she lay down next to him.  He pulled her on top of him and she felt his
cock dig into her belly as he crushed his lips against hers.
     John climbed onto the bed and lay down next to them.  She slipped
off Eric's body and lay next to him, stroking his almost hairless thighs
and cupping his balls.
     She bent down and licked his still-limp prick-shaft and glanced
self-consciously at her brother.  John winked and fisted his thick cock
with one hand while he used his free hand to stroke the insides of her
thighs.
     In a moment he drilled two fingers into her cunt.  She was wet and
hot and her pussy sucked on his digits.  With a sigh, Pattie lowered her
lips to Eric's cock while her brother frigged her.
     Her belly heaved and her tits crushed against Eric's thighs.  John
brought her to the point of climax and pulled his fingers out of her
slit when she began thrashing around.
     "Fuck me, John!" Pattie cried, rolling onto her back.
     "How about Eric?" John said, mounting her.
     "First you," she said, turning to Eric.  "You watch," she said.
"That'll be a turn-on for me."
     Eric nodded and leaned on his arm as he watched his cousin position
himself between Pattie's legs.  He was fascinated by the sight of John's
huge dick, but somewhat disappointed at Pattie's preferring John first.
     "Is it gonna fit?" Eric said.
     Pattie smiled happily.  "It does every time."
     Now John pushed her pouting cuntlips apart and moved his massive
cockhead inside.  Pattie told Eric to move closer so she could frig him
while John fucked her and the boy happily complied.
     "Geronimo!" John said as he plugged her cunt with his prick-knob.
     "Here we go!" Pattie squealed as her brother inched his gigantic
cockshaft inside her twat.
     "Oh, shit!" Eric breathed as Pattie pumped his meat and John
slammed his dick all the way into her cunt-channel.
     "You tight-cunted bitch!" John said, his as whipping back and forth
as he fucked her.
     She clung to Eric's dick, skinning it up and down and caressing his
hairless nuts.  "Two cocks!" she squealed.  "I love it!  It's
marvelous!"
     John's cock eased in and out of her snug cunt.  The little blonde
felt the tension in her pussy build up steadily and she knew her orgasm
would be intense and wonderful.
     As usual when John fucked her, she felt like she had a baseball bat
up her cunt.  Even as she frigged Eric, she wondered if fucking him
wouldn't be boring after John.
     Now John's face turned crimson as his own orgasm approached.  The
bedsprings creaked and squeaked as he rammed her harder and deeper.
"Fuck, I love fucking you, Sis!" he croaked.
     "Don't stop, John!" Pattie said, wrapping her feet around his neck
and tilting her ass back.  "Keep fucking!  I love it so much!"
     His huge balls slapped her butt and his cockhair scratched her
cunt-muff.  He cork-screwed his dick in a way that caused his shaft to
caress her clit.  God, he was a wonderful fucker!
     "Can I stick it in your mouth?" Eric said in a husky voice.  When
Pattie nodded vigorously, the boy climbed over her tits and dropped his
cock into her mouth.
     They moved in tandem like a well-oiled machine.  The three
youngsters fucked and sucked and moaned and groaned.  John's powerful
fuckpole stroked in and out of his sister's pussy while Eric's smaller,
but very hard cock, moved in and out of the tight ring of her lips.
     Eric's prick glistened with Pattie's saliva.  He hovered over her,
his ass facing John, and watched his prick disappear into her mouth.
The little blonde reached up and directed his balls over her lips.
     "Let me have them in my mouth," she said and Eric held his breath
while she sucked his entire ball-bag into her mouth.
     John leaned over and sucked one of her tits into his mouth.  "What
a fuck, huh, Sis?" he said hoarsely.
     "Yeah, it's great!" she gasped.
     Eric turned his body around and faced John.  "Her mouth feels
great," the boy said.
     "Yeah, but wait until you feel her, cunt on your dick," John said.
     Pattie came then, her arms and legs jerking spasmodically and her
cunt gripping John's cock.  Every nerve-ending in her body came alive
and she blacked out from the force of her climax.
     John continued pounding her, manipulating her clit with one hand
and rubbing his mushroom-shaped cockhead against it.  She draped her
legs over his shoulders and chomped on Eric's cock.  She ran her fingers
up and down Eric's shaft and nursed on his cockhead.  The drops of his
pre-come jizz landed on her tongue and she left it there a moment,
enjoying the taste and feel of his manjuice.
     John dug his fingernails into her assflesh and he grunted softly.
"Fuck!  Hot!  Fuck cock!"
     Pattie came again and the room reeled as her cuntlips sucked on her
brother's cockshaft.  She opened her jaws wide and spit Eric's cock out,
but he jammed it back in and she sucked in a frenzy.
     "Her mouth is as good as a pussy," Eric said hoarsely.  "Oh, fuck,
I'm gonna come!"
     "Me too!" John hissed, ramming every inch of his giant cock into
his sister's depths.
     When he came, his face contorted and Pattie thought her insides
would tear from the frantic thrusting of his prick.  He stroked so fast
it took her breath away and he bent down and bit hard on one ripe tit as
his cream filled her slit.
     He sucked wildly on her nipples and she tangled her fingers in his
hair.  Eric pulled his prick out of her mouth and then pushed it in
again and Pattie corkscrewed her lips around him in an attempt to suck
the juice out of his balls.
     When John collapsed on top of her, he left his cock imbedded in her
cunt and buried his face against her shoulder.  Her cunt-walls
contracted around his still-stiff shaft and milked him entirely dry.
     He lay panting against her, but she continued sucking Eric's
thrusting fuck-stick.  Then Eric let out a howl as he spilled his come-
cream into her throat.
     He threw his head back and yelled and when it was over he rolled
onto his side, a sweet smile on his innocent-looking face.  Pattie
looked at her now wide-awake brother and winked.  John's prick was still
hard and ready for action.
     "Now you, Eric," John said.
     Eric opened his eyes and grinned.  He touched his cock and grinned
again.  "Yeah, it's getting stiff."
     "Goodie!" Pattie giggled, crouching on her knees and deliberately
forcing her tits to sway back and forth.  "Now we'll fuck."
     Pattie rolled onto her hands and knees and Eric stared at her
dumbly.  "What are you doing that for?" he said.
     "She wants you to fuck her from behind," John said.
     "Yeah?" Eric said and Pattie craned her neck to gaze back at him.
     "Yeah, fuck me like a dog," she said.
     John leaned against the wall and held his dick in his hands while
he watched Eric crouch behind Pattie and prepare to fuck her.  In a
moment his cock was pressing into her ass and he reached around and
grabbed her tits in his hands.
     She fell forward on the bed and wiggled her butt.  "Stick it in,
Eric," she said.  "Stick it in and fuck me."
     "I didn't know it would fit this way," he said as he jammed his
cockhead against her pussy.
     "Sure, you can get in real easy that way," Pattie said.  "The
animals do everything by instinct and they know this is the best way.
You can get in a lot deeper too.  It's real good for the girl."
     John's fingers streaked up and down his hard-on.  "Why don't you
two stop talking and get down to business?"
     "Yeah, okay," Eric croaked as he pushed his cock inch by inch into
the blonde teenager's pussy.
     She reared her ass back at him and met his thrusts.  She loved the
moment of penetration best of all.  And because Eric had only come a few
minutes before, he fucked her slowly and less forcefully than John had.
But Pattie loved it just the same.
     Even though her cunt was swamped with cuntjuice, her tight young
pussy felt good on Eric's dick.  He leaned down and pressed his chest
against her back while he reached underneath to fondle her hanging tits.
     He slithered his cock in and out of her slippery cunt and her clit
twitched with excitement as his cockhead massaged it.  Already excited
by the fuck with John, she climaxed easily and quickly and moaned with
ecstasy.
     She shut her eyes tight and opened her mouth, just in time to see
John crouch in front of her and stuff his prick into her widestretched
lips.



                                   Chapter 10

     "Come here," Fred said huskily, grabbing Millie from behind in the
kitchen.
     Millie turned and smiled.  "Not now," she said, glancing out the
window to where Laura was sunning in the back yard.
     "Why not?" Fred said, wrapping his arms around her waist and
pushing his cock against her ass.  He kissed her neck and also gazed out
the window at his sister.  "Laura's built like a brick shit-house, isn't
she?"
     Millie giggled and pushed his hands away from her waist.  "You
noticed," she said.  "I thought you did."
     Fred rolled his eyes and rubbed his crotch.  "No questions and no
answers," he said, swaggering off to the den.  "Nothing seen, nothing
heard."
     Millie sighed and turned her attention to putting the groceries
away.  She was in the mood for a good long fuck with Fred, but with
Laura in the back yard she wouldn't feel relaxed.  And at the moment she
wasn't interested in a quickie.
     By the time she finished in the kitchen and went upstairs to change
the bed linen, Laura returned to the house and Millie bumped into her in
the hall.
     "What's the rush?" Laura said when Millie almost knocked her down.
The redhead yanked her bikini top up.  "You almost pushed my swim suit
down."
     Millie's eyes glittered.  "You look like you're in the mood.  Are
you?"
     Laura's eyes clouded.  "I'm in the mood to get laid, if you must
know.  I'm not in the mood for pussy."
     "Neither am I," Millie said.  "But if you want to know the truth, I
just gave up getting fucked by Fred because you're around.  Not that I
don't love having you here, but I'm in the mood for a good long
session."
     "I'm sorry," Laura said.  "Listen, I'll go out.  Just give me a few
minutes to change and I'll leave for as long as you need."
     "Skip it," Millie said, taking her arm.  "I've got a better idea."
     Laura followed her down the stairs and into the den.  When they
entered the room, Fred looked up and smiled.  "What's up, girls?" he
said, staring at his sister's cleavage.  "Jesus, Laura, can't you cover
up?  You're driving me crazy."
     "Oh, every cunt in town drives you crazy," Millie giggled.  "We
came here to visit with you.  Sit down, Laura." Millie sprawled down on
the loveseat and patted the cushion next to her.  "Right here."
     Laura sat down and turned to her sister-in-law.  "Now what?" she
said.
     Millie glanced from her husband to Laura.  "Now, this," she said,
leaning over and nuzzling Laura's neck.
     Laura gasped when the horny brunette ran a series of kisses over
her throat and ears.  She closed her eyes and tried to push Millie away,
but Millie tangled her fingers in Laura's long red hair and kissed her
firmly on the lips.
     "What the fuck ..." Fred muttered when Millie finally broke the
kiss.  His face was flushed and his mouth hung open.  "Are you two
lesbos or something?"
     "If we were lesbos we wouldn't be in here now," Millie said,
yanking Laura's swimsuit top down to reveal her bulging tits.  .
     "Jesus Christ!" Fred croaked when Laura threw herself against
Millie.  "Jesus H. Christ!"
     Millie lowered her mouth to Laura's jugs and sucked one half-erect
nipple between her lips.  She swirled her tongue over the stiffening
blossom and Laura closed her eyes and sighed with contentment.  Millie
toyed with her other nipple while she nursed on the tit in her mouth.
     "Listen, this is crazy," Fred said in a deep voice.  "If you're
gonna do this, why don't you do it when I'm not around?"
     Millie kissed the tip of Laura's tit and released it from her
mouth.  "Because this is more fun," she said.  She clamped her lips over
Laura's other tit and squeezed the first with the fingers of one hand.
     Fred rose up and walked around his desk.  "If you two want to have
an orgy, why don't we go upstairs and do it right?"
     "Lift your ass," Millie said and Laura raised her ass off the
loveseat while Millie worked her bikini bottom off her butt.  Millie
gazed at her husband and cocked one eyebrow.  "I thought this would
really heat you up, lover.  Does it?"
     Fred grinned.  "You bet."
     By now Laura was naked, and Fred stared with hot eyes at the forest
between her legs.  Millie rose up and stripped her clothes off and
Fred's eyes darted from one to the other.  Laura leaned over and flicked
her tongue over Millie's tits.  Millie gasped.  "I can't wait to have
your tongue on my cunt."
     "That's enough, damn it!" Fred said, opening his pants and freeing
his prick from his shorts.
     In a moment he was naked too and he pumped his cock while he stared
at the two women.  Millie and Laura hugged each other and Millie swiped
her hand between Laura's legs.
     She waved the cuntjuice-damp hand in front of Fred's face.  "Like
it?" she said.
     "Shit, yeah!" he said, closing his eyes and frigging himself.
     They moved upstairs to the master bedroom and locked the door
behind them.  They turned on the radio.  If the children came home, the
noises they made would be muffled.
     They climbed onto the bed and Fred advanced toward the women who
were sitting close together.  "Get over here, you sluts," he said.
     Laura took his cock in her fist and pumped it while Millie reached
for his balls.  "Heaven, huh?" Millie said, winking at her husband.
     "You bet," he said.
     The women made him lay on his back and they dropped to their knees
in front of him.  Millie immediately took one of Fred's balls into her
mouth while Laura sucked on his mushroom-shaped cockhead.
     "Oh, fuck, it's too much!" Fred moaned, driving his cockshaft into
Laura's eager mouth.
     Millie wet down his balls with her saliva and took his entire sac
into her mouth.  Laura sank her lips over his prick and pressed her nose
into his curly cock-bush.
     Laura made gurgling sounds in her throat as she took his knob all
the way in.  Millie slobbered over his nuts and let the hair coating
them float in her saliva-filled mouth.  She released them and stroked
his inner thighs.
     "Don't bring him off," she said to Laura.  "His nuts are jumping
around.  He's ready to come.  Then we'll have to wait for him to get it
up again."  She patted his belly.  "He's not a youngster, you know," she
teased.  "He can't get it up again so fast."
     Fred grabbed her wrist and twisted it.  "Bitch!  Cunt!" he
chuckled.
     Laura stopped sucking his cock and reluctantly let it slip from her
mouth.  "I was dying for a mouthful of come," she said.
     Millie and Fred glanced at each other.  "What about it, honey?"
Fred finally said.  "Should I give it to her?"
     Millie thought for a moment.  "Okay."  She turned to Laura.  "See
what I do for you?"
     "Yeah, well, remember, I brought Eric here," Laura said with a sly
wink as she pursed her lips and wrapped them around Fred's prick-head.
     "Oh, Jesus!" Fred muttered as his cock once again disappeared into
his sister's mouth.
     "Mmmmmmm," Laura crooned, taking the blunt crown of his prick all
the way into her throat.
     Millie played with herself as she watched the wanton scene.  She
decided then that she wanted Laura to be part of their sex life forever.
Why not?  If she got married again, her husband could join in the fun.
     She stopped intellectualizing as she watched the veins on Fred's
neck stand out.  She loved seeing him so excited.  His entire body
tensed with pleasure.  There was no doubt about it.  Having his sister
suck him off was arousing him incredibly.
     The horny brunette was unable to resist crouching down and licking
wildly at Fred's balls.  He groaned when her hot tongue lashed his
bloated eggs.  She tugged gently on the wrinkled skin covering his sac
and Laura slid the ring of her lips up and down his cockshaft.
     Fred obviously couldn't hold out much longer.  He laced his fingers
through his sister's hair and pulled her mouth more firmly over his
dick.
     "Suck it!" he yelled, ramming his prick down her throat.  "Suck
it!"
     Millie felt his balls tighten up in their sac and watched Laura
suck the first wad of cream out of his pisser and gulp it into her
throat.
     "Me!" Millie gasped, grabbing his prick from Laura's hand.  "Now,
me!"
     Laura pulled back, working her lips and tongue over Fred's spurting
cockhead and swallowing down his thick jism in a frenzy.  Millie finally
forced her lips over Fred's cock, but it was too late.  Laura had sucked
him dry.
     In frustration, Millie turned to Laura and snaked her tongue into
the redhead's mouth in an attempt to draw some of Fred's spunk into her
own mouth.
     She darted her tongue around, searching for every drop of jizz she
could find and letting the precious drops roll around her own tongue.
When there was no more, when she'd sucked Laura's mouth dry, they both
collapsed in a heap on either side of Fred.
     After a few moment's rest, Laura sat up and motioned to Millie.
Millie's eyes widened when the redhead opened her jaws wide.  There was
a glob of whitish spunk in the middle of Laura's tongue.  She'd held it
there all this time.  Now she was offering it to Millie and the brunette
made a lunge for it.
     She licked up every drop of come from Laura's tongue and her
passion was re-ignited.  The two women clung together, tit against tit
and arms and legs entwined.
     Fred opened his eyes to watch and he grinned and winked.  "Give me
a show until I rest up," he said.
     Laura let Millie guide her onto her back and returned the kiss
Millie gave her.  They kissed passionately and humped their pussies
together, french-kissing and frantically rubbing their bouncing tits.
     Millie panted for breath as their erect nipples rubbed together.
Laura's eyes burned with excitement as she rolled on top of Millie and
sucked one wobbling tit into her mouth.
     She ground her cunt against Millie's, and at one point rubbed her
knee-cap against Millie's thicket.  Their clits met as did their tongues
and Laura hungrily sucked Millie's pointed boob.
     After a while they changed places and Millie sucked one of Laura's
throbbing nipples into her mouth.  She noticed Fred staring intently at
them and pumping his quickly stiffening prick.  She closed her eyes,
lost in the wondrous sensations raging through her body.  She opened
them and faced Fred's hard-on and bit down viciously on Laura's tit.
     "Ouch, you're hurting me," Laura said.
     "Look what you bitches did to me," Fred growled.
     They turned to him and laughed when they saw the size of his hard-
on.  He let it sway in front of his belly like a crimson salami and his
eyes danced with excitement.
     "Who wants it?" he said.
     "Me!" Laura yelled, releasing Millie and climbing around on the
bed.
     "Look at prim Laura," Millie giggled.  "Hot to trot."
     "I need it worse then you," Laura said, stretching out on her back
with her legs spread wide.
     "You've got it, Sis," Fred said hoarsely as he climbed over her and
poised his prick over her gaping cunt.
     Laura squealed and moaned with delight as the crown of his cock
penetrated her cunt-folds.  With one lunge, he was inside her and the
sex-crazed redhead wrapped her legs tightly around his back and drew him
into the saddle.
     Fred sucked in his breath and glanced at Millie for approval.  She
nodded happily and lay on her side as she watched.  She toyed with her
tits and squeezed her thighs together as her husband drilled his
fuckpole in and out of his sister's gently sucking cunt.
     Laura thrust herself against him as he fed his dick into her honey-
pot.  He moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed her clit and the redhead
whined with delight.
     Millie moved closer and sucked one of Laura's tits and Laura turned
her head and invited Millie's tongue into her mouth.  Millie frenched
her while Fred's cock slapped in and out of her cunt.
     Laura's still-tight pussy massaged Fred's prick like a leather
glove and made slick slurping sounds ring out in the otherwise quiet
room.  Millie made sucking sounds with her lips and tongue on Laura's
mouth and at intervals she bent down and swirled her tongue over Laura's
jugs.
     Suddenly Fred leaned over and clamped his hands over Laura's tits.
Millie retreated and slammed her tongue into the redhead's mouth.
     Fred rubbed his face between Laura's tits and pressed them against
his cheeks.  He moved his hands under her ass and brought her cunt up to
meet his stroking cock.
     "God, I'm dying to give it to you in the ass, Sis," he said.
     "Do it!" Millie said.
     "No, I want you to stay in my cunt!" Laura cried in a husky voice.
"I'm almost there.  Don't leave me!"
     She writhed her body beneath him, her tits twitching and bouncing
as she fucked back at his thrusting cock.  Millie moved behind Fred and
forced her tongue into his asscrack.
     "You can fuck my asshole, honey," she whispered to him.
     Laura came then and she shrieked as her pussy vibrated against
Fred's dick.  He waited a moment and then pulled out of her still-
spasming cunt and turned to his wife.
     "Bend over and take the position," he said and Millie climbed onto
her hands and knees and thrust her butt in the air.  Laura watched
dreamily and Fred chuckled as he kneaded Millie's ass.  "My little
assfucker," he said.  "Your favorite place, isn't it honey?"
     "One of 'em," she giggled.  "I just love a jizz enema."
     Laura's eyelids fluttered as she watched her brother prepare to
fuck his wife in the shitter.  He inserted his well-lubricated cock into
Millie's bung and the brunette trembled with excitement.
     "Tight!" she hissed.  "I love it in there!  Oh, fuck, honey, give
me the rest of it!"
     "You want it all?" he teased, leaning over and grabbing one of her
hanging tits.  "How about another inch?  Huh?  Nice?  Another inch?"
     He shoved his fuckpole inch by inch into her clutching brownie.
Her passion so overwhelmed her, she was unable to speak.  Reduced to
grunts, Millie buried her face in a pillow and thrust her butt back at
his prick.
     "So fucking tight!" Fred grunted.  "So fucking tight I won't be
able to hold out long!"
     "Will you do it to me some time?" Millie heard Laura whisper.
     "Anytime, Sis," Fred said.
     "Are you gonna talk or fuck?" Millie said.
     Fred chuckled as he slowly drilled his cock balls-deep into her
butt.  Millie craned her neck and grunted as she met his gaze.
     "Do you want me to play with your clit?" he said.
     She nodded gratefully.  There was something to be said for
intimacy.  Maybe they needed outside stimulation to keep their sex life
exciting, but knowing each other well was exciting in itself.
     Millie raised her ass into high gear and Fred rammed it with his
prick while he toyed with her clit.  Laura crouched behind him and tried
unsuccessfully to suck his balls into her mouth.
     "Come!" Fred growled and Millie grunted in response and came.
     He slammed his prick forcefully into her bung and his balls slapped
Laura in the nose as she continued trying to capture them in her mouth.
     "That's it!" Fred yelled.  "I'm coming!"
     Millie threw her head back and shrieked as Fred's cock exploded
inside her shitter.  Her asshole clutched his spurting dick and, even
though he stopped rubbing her clit, she came again.
     When Fred collapsed on the side of the bed, Laura crouched behind
Millie and licked the come out of her asscrack.  When Millie and Fred
realized what she was doing, they laughed and knew the Mitchell family
would always have an exciting sex life.



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