Mom & Me CHAPTER 2 ======================================================== She was liquid; she was soft and giving, and the melted core of her body was warm, so warm. Oh lord, she thought; I've been a terrible woman, doing something that cannot be forgiven. I have fucked my own son. Turning her face into the pillow, Betty shuddered. There was some excuse—some minor rationalizing—over Danny screwing her in ; that sneaky move. But after she'd hidden him from his father, she should have ordered him from her bed, slapped him, told him sternly that there'd be no more of such an impossible situation. Instead, she had allowed him to go down on her, to eat into the vagina that still held both his semen and that of his father. She twisted and squirmed upon his boyishly eager mouth and hunched her cunt to him; she had begged her young son to eat her pussy. Oh lord, she thought—of my lord. If Chad ever finds out, he'll kill us both; I know he will. He's big and jealous, and he can be violent at times. If he ever somehow discovered that his son was fucking his wife, he'd go out of him mind with rage. She sat up, and swinging her breasts reminded her that her body was still aroused, that she had just gone through a sex session which was the wildest and longest lasting of her life. First Chad had screwed her, in one of his rare early morning hungers then Danny fucked her from behind; then her son sucked her pussy until she damned near fainted. And Betty realized that only the noise of her daughter had prevented him from topping he at least once more. When he agreed to go out and fix his sister breakfast, his prick had still be stiff as a broom handle, but far more beautiful. Betty touched the swollen nipples of her tits; Danny said he loved those tits, that the sight of her ass turned him on, and the touch of her pussy—well, that simply freaked him out. He'd told her that he cunt was gorgeous, that I was tighter and hotter than the cunts of the young girls he'd been screwing. Smiling to herself, Betty slid one hand down and rested it upon the hairy black mound between her thighs. I was nice to know that she could be a real sex symbol for someone yet, that she could make a young and handsome male raise a hard by the enticing roll of her ass and the lifting of her tits. Even if the male was her own son. She climbed out of bed, and her thighs kissed softly. She stood awhile before her full length bedroom mirror, staring at her newly awakened and freshly fucked body. Not since she was sixteen years old, had she felt so thrilled; blissful sensations were still rising and falling within her vagina. He had called her beautiful, and the mirror affirmed that at least her body was yet firm and taut, that her breasts stood high and the cheeks of her ass didn't sag, that her belly was almost flat and that her skin was good. Betty preened a bit before the mirror, sweeping back her long black hair and staring from lowered lashes at the reflection of blue eyes. Maybe not really beautiful, she thought, but still attractive still sexy. She found her robe and slippers, left her bedroom and went into the bath. The room still smelled of Chad, of her husband's soap and shaving lotion, and she winced again at the almost palpable presence of him. The fever subsided within her flesh, and she felt like a complete wanton, as if she had betrayed Chad Maddox in the worst possible way. Betty brushed her teeth and climbed hurriedly into the shower. The glass doors were laced with droplets left from her husband's shower, and she shivered, picturing his big body in here with the water purling over it—while she and his son were fucking beyond the wall. Soaping down her own skin, she felt again its tremendous sensitivity, the warm satiny texture of it. Danny, she thought; her son Danny was so eager, so hungry to taste her skin, to love every inch of her stimulated body. But of course, they couldn't do it again. I was finished now, over and done with, and from here on, she would do her level best to eradicate the memory from her brain. She rinsed in cold water and turned off the shower, to step out onto the bath mat and towel her flesh vigorously. Betty forced her mind to other things, to her daughter Nicole. Little Nikki was small and sweet, and she would be shocked into trauma if she even suspected an incestuous affair between her brother and her mother. And her older daughter, Linda; Betty found it difficult to believe that Linda had already been married for two years, and was now a well adjusted housewife, all of twenty-one years old. Linda would go up the all in outrage, if she learned of her mother and her younger brother clandestinely sharing illegal and immoral sex. But such thrilling sex. Betty wrapped the towel about her waist and stepped to the sink. How many times had she come? Once with Chad, at least twice with Danny, and maybe even more. She'd gotten too dizzy to count, knowing only that great surges of feeling were thundering over her clitoris and through her pussy. She wondered just how long her son had been screwing, where he head leaned his cunnilingus technique, what girl had been the first to feel his rigidly yearning young penis. Betty knew a tiny bite of jealousy at the idea, and wished somehow that she could have been the woman to instruct her son in the ways of the flesh. But of course, she would never have even thought of such a thing. And she had better stop dwelling on the idea now. She had to be strong, to cut this insane affair off before it grew any bigger, and deeper. She had to stand firm and deny any hint of physical familiarity with Danny. Sooner or later, if they came together again—even if it was only once or twice, to slake their thirst for each other's newly discovered bodies-- there would be the chance of their being found out, exposed. Betty rubbed cleansing cream into her face and massaged the skin under her eyes, at their corners, then around her mouth. Danny thought she was sensual and beautiful, that she was the best fuck he had ever know. His father didn't say things like that anymore; Chad only screwed her once or twice a week and then it was more like a habit or a duty. He must have had an erotic dream this morning, and come awake with a hard on, and she'd been right there for him to stick it into. But that worked out wonderfully, for Danny had come in to swipe one of his daddy's shirt and seen them screwing. The sight had made him so hot that he couldn't hold out any longer, turned him on so much he'd made the desperate gamble with her, hoping he could fuck his mother and that she wouldn't expose him. Wiping her face, Betty began to fix her eyes, touching up the dark lashes, seeing a new life swirling within their dark blue depths, a new ardor that trembled upon her mouth. She stared, wondering what her reaction would be, the nest time her husband laid her. Would she be guilty, could she respond favorable, would she turn cold? She added a touch of pale lipstick and a dab of powder, then applied the powder-puff and talcum liberally all over her body. Wouldn't it be awful, she thought, if Danny had screwed her before the Pill had been invented? She was reaching for her robe, the towel still draped across her hips, when the bathroom door swung open and Danny stepped inside. He shut the door behind him. "Wow", he breathed, "now I can get a real good look at you, mom. Those big tits are the greatest!" "Get---get out," Betty said, drawing the robe up to her breasts, covering them. "Your sister is—" "Nikki's long gone," he said. "I gave her a quarter and she took off for her friend's house, . She'll be gone most of the day." Betty swallowed, tried to make her voice firm. "Please let me get dressed, Danny. Then we'll sit out in the kitchen and have a talk about—well, about what happened accidentally, and—" He grinned at her, his smile big and bright, his blue eyes dancing. Danny was wearing only his summer shorts, no shirt, no shoes, and Betty could see a bulge in front of the little pants. Surely, he couldn't still be having an erection, she thought. Danny said, "I like it fine in here. You know, when nobody else was home, and I knew you were taking a shower, I'd sneak up here and peek through the wall in my room. I drilled little hole in it a long time ago, and I never could see much at once, but sometimes I'd catch a glimpse of your tits, or see that beautiful black hair around your pussy, or maybe I'd see you swinging that nicely rounded ass when you walked to the shower. Then I'd jack off, hoping to see you do the same, hoping maybe that dad would go into the bathroom and put the meat to you, so I could see how crazy you were when you got fucked." "D—don't talk to me like that," she said, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Its' not right and it's not nice, and I don't want to hear you saying things like that to-- to your own mother." He took a step toward her, his right hand running up and down over the swelling in his shorts. So golden, she thought, so handsome and slim-hipped; all the little girls must go insane over him. "Sure, you want to hear it," he said. "You like the sound of the dirty words, because you're the hottest piece of ass going. You're all sexed up right now, watching me handle my prick, and you know damned good and well that I'm going to fuck you again, mother. Right here and right now, I'm going to stick this hard cock back into that gorgeous cunt and fuck you until I can't get it up any more." Betty tried again: "But you can't. You can't!! I don't want to—I won't allow—" Danny dropped his shorts. His prick leaped out at her, long and solid, stiff and tipped in lavender. The little veins were blue in the staff, and the brown hair curled thickly in his crotch, curly and abundant over his young balls. There was a shiny drop of fluid upon the blunt end, a liquid gem of pre-seminal oil that glistened upon the throbbing glans. "Here it is, mother," he said. "This is what you had earlier, and what you want right now. And I want to stick it in you, to climb in between your lovely thighs and work the head of my cock around in all that deep black pussy hair. I want you lying there on your back with your thighs opened and when I get it buried to the balls inside your hot, juicy cunt, I want to feel your long, fine legs curl up around my back—the way you do it when dad climbs on you." The mention of her husband shook Betty. She said, "Oh no; no, I won't do it. I won't let you—" But he stepped close and took her wrists. The robe slipped away and left her breasts exposed, trembling, their nipples going hard. Danny didn't touch them yet. Instead, he drew her hand down and placed it upon his prick. Betty trembled from head to foot, and her breath rasped dryly in her throat. Instinctively, her fingers closed around the hard young rod, clinched themselves adoringly around the stiff boyish cock, and the rapture of its hotly pulsing maleness turned her weak. She clung to his penis for support, and somehow his face was lowered to her breasts, somehow his breath was tickling warmly over their quaking mounds. "That's right, darling," he said. " Darling, passionate mother; hold onto my prick while I kiss these terrific tits." Her son's tongue licked out over one of her nipples, and a stab of delight lanced into her. His mouth closed over the vibrant tip and she flinched; she tightened her grip upon his prick and leaned into him for support because her knees were turning rubbery. Together, they sank to the floor, and she was supine beneath his slim, muscular body. There was no hair on his chest and non up his belly, but it was concentrated in generous clustering at Danny's crotch. It gelt so thrilling to be under him, to have his prick in her hand and pinned between their bellies. He sucked her nipple, licked over it, but tenderly upon it until she squirmed. He said wetly around her tit: "I sucked these when I was a baby. I got fed through this nipple, and now it turns me on; now it makes me want to eat you all over." "Danny," she gasped, "oh my darling son!" "But I need to fuck you first," he said, and suddenly his glans was settling into the damp hairs of her vulva, feeling it eager way into the quivering receptiveness of her humid labia. Spongy, yet hard; giving, but insistent—her son's cock pushed against the entrance to her vagina and slowly moved inside. "Oh, yeah," he panted into her throat. "Oh man—that's so hot and slippery inside. It's still got some of my come in it, and some of dad's too. Wow—what a wild pussy, and your ass is so soft, and your legs—oh mom—oh mother—I love you, Love you.!" And with this his prick slipping strong and hard up inside the confines of her only cunt, Betty Maddox was once more in control. Danny was once again her little boy, and she was teaching him something; she was in her wisdom instructing her baby boy in a new knowledge. "I love you, too, darling," she said, and rolled the cheeks of her ass to fit his cock even more snugly and securely into her motherly vagina. His superb young balls nestled into the crack of her ass, and she wished she could swallow them up with her cunt, and with her asshole, that she could fit all of this beautiful by back into the genes of her body and give birth to him all over again. "Fuck your mother deep, baby," she said, stroking his hair. "Fuck me strong and deep and forever. Come in your mother's loving pussy." "Yes, mom," Danny panted, and lunged his long rod into her vagina, pulled it back and hammered it home once more. It was longer than his father's penis, she though; Danny's cock wasn't as thick as Chad's, but it was considerably longer. She could feel the head of it knocking at her cervix. Betty heaved her pelvis against him, met her son's prick stroke for stroke, and when she wrapped her arms around his smooth shoulders, his mouth hungrily sought hers. He had dipped this finely chiseled pair of lips into her cunt; he had used this mouth to suck the flowing juices from his mother's pussy, and Betty had a sudden wild desire to taste the flavors of her own vagina, but it was too late. Some time soon, she thought; she could let herself go in bitch abandon and do all the dirty things she had always craved to do. His tongue darted inside her lips and her teeth raked over his teeth; she knew the thrill of his tongue, the wet seeking that only her adoring mouth could assist. As his cock thrust strongly into her clenching, surging pussy, his tongue followed suit inside her mouth. Danny matched the movements of his tongue with the actions of his prick, timing both rhythms in a sensual, a lascivious beat that drove her insane. Betty bucked under her son's pelvis, rode her son's hammering staff and hunched to get another inch inside her if she possibly could. Her legs thrashed, and she remembered that he had asked to have her legs around him, so she lifted her feet and curled her legs around his waist. Her heels just naturally seemed to fit into the sweaty, busy crack of his ass, and Betty locked her lower body to his as he fucked harder and faster. Danny's cock became a battering ram that shook her with each powerful blow; her tits bounced when the head of it slammed home; her ass shook when his balls slapped against her hole. "Mom, mom!" he cried. "I'm coming—I'm coming!" He drove his meat down into her upthrusting cunt, and she churned it up and around the rod as she felt the head of it flex. Danny let go inside his mother's flaming pussy, and she knew the searing blast of his semen. Her son's come burst forth against the womb that had once carried him, and Betty felt the splash of its wet, sticky wonder as it flooded the walls of her vagina and filled the steamy cavity to its brim. "Oh, my lover," she said, clamping him even tighter between her legs, digging her heels into the back of his knees. "Oh my sweet darling! Pump it into me, Danny; squirt your mother's cunt full of that teenage come! Just hold it stiff in me,- sweetheart—and I'' roll my pussy around it. I'll hump up on its lovely rod and—ah yes, yes, yes! 'm coming, too! Oh my love, I'm riding your marvelous prick and feeling your hot come in my cunt, and I'm COMING!" The enchanted violence ruptured within her, radiating from the tuning- fork quivering her clitoris to encompass her vagina, her womb, her labia, her asshole. Slowly, lovingly, her legs came sliding down his hips, making every inch a caress along his tense thighs and down the feathery calves of his slender legs until she was lying flat again. "Am I hurting you, Mother? My weight on top of you like this, I mean?" "Oh no," she murmured into the clean scent of his hair. "No, my darling, I love your body on mine." And to prove it, she brought her legs together, sliding her calves under his and closing her thighs to hold his incomparable prick trapped within the hot glove of her cunt. Betty pillowed her son's face in the curve of her throat and held him near, feeling her tits move against his smooth chest as she breathed. It was perfection for her, the adoring son and the loving mother blended in matchless intimacy, their juices mixing, their skin and flesh and oils together in the closest possible coupling. He needed her again, perhaps even more than he had needed her when he was a baby. She thought she'd lost him to his too-swift manhood. , but now he was back with her, craving her comfort and the warmth she could give him. It wasn't bad, Betty told herself; something so wondrous couldn't possibly be bad or evil. IT was the purest kind of love, the filial instinct and the maternal protection wrapped one in the other. It was so beautiful that she wanted to cling to him for all time; she couldn't want anything else. Now he was embryo and child; he was son and boy and husband and lover and prick and semen, the circle of life completed. She lay on the floor of the bathroom, her only son atop- her body with his young cock still balls deep inside her pussy, her labia tight upon the round, slim staff, a warm overflow of their mixed juices seeping ever so lightly into the compressed crack of her ass. And Betty Maddox knew that this was only a beginning, that from now they would go on and on to explore each other's bodies, to seek and find all the forbidden delights that incestuous flesh could offer. Chapter 3 Danny said, "We' alone again." "Now look," Betty said, "don't start anything else, Danny Maddox. Do you understand? That could just as easily have been your father coming into the house unexpectedly, and what then?" "The same thing." he said, rising from the table. "Only a lot safer; like this time we make it in my room, on my bed. Dad never comes in there." She stared at him. "I—you mean that you still—that you haven't had enough sex for the day? That even if I—" He patted the front of his shorts. "I watch you and think of that marvelous hot pussy, and I get a hard on. I see you move your ass and see your big tits jiggle and know it's worse for me, in one way. I mean, I get so hot to fuck you again that I can't wait to be alone with you. Before, when I only dreamed about how your cunt would feel, when I only imagined how soft and wet and wonderful it would be for me in your hairy box, my prick in there where dad is always sticking his—well, that was torture, all right. But now I know how fabulous your cunt is, how it feels and tastes, and now I know how you love to be fucked by me, and I'm going to get all that crazy ass I can. When he talked to her that way, she melted in side. She looked at the growing lump in his shorts and knew that all Danny would have to do was touch her wit it, and she'd come apart. She was turning into some kind of sex maniac, going into heat when he said anything about sex. Already to day—just today? - - she had been screwed three times and sucked once. Betty glanced at the kitchen clock; it was only three p. m. They had time for a long, loving session before Chad came home at six or so. Maybe Nikki would come back before then, but that wasn't certain. She sat hesitating until her son came around the table and leaned down to kiss her lips. So soft and young and sweet his mouth was. His hand on her upper arm, she got up and said, " your room, then" At the stairs, he had her go first, so that he could follow behind and stroke the cheeks of her ass. When she got into the upper halls, her breasts were rising and falling with such urgency that it didn't seem possible she had already reached orgasm so many time today. It was almost as if she was a virgin bride, going to Chad for her initial screwing. Chad had been gentle and understanding. He had taken her cherry with a worshipful kind of tenderness, and she had always loved her husband for that consideration. At her son's bedroom door, she turned and said, "I—I love your father, you know." "Sure," Danny answered. "Sure, you do. I love him, too. But I love his wife's pussy more, my mother's rich and wild pussy." They were inside, and he took her to his narrow bed and pushed her gently down upon it to strip away her robe and leave her naked to his gaze once more; Betty shivered at the touch of his hands. He was standing before her, his feet still planted firmly upon the floor, and the intriguingly shaped head of his prick was close to her face. Betty stared at it in fascination, and moved her gaze down the length of the shaft to the luxuriantly haired balls that had already manufactured so much lovely semen to be jetted into her vagina. Danny said softly, "Have you ever gone down on dad?" Betty clamped her thighs together. "I—why do you want to know?" "Don't be embarrassed, mother. I've eaten your cunt, and I'll do it again, and I think that oral sex is the greatest. Have you ever eaten my father's prick?" She turned her face away from him. "Not—not really. I-- well, I kissed it a few times, when we were first married, but he was—Chad always seemed anxious to take it away from my lips- -- and put it into my vulva." "Eat me, mom," he said then. "Take my cock into your pretty mouth and eat it—" She trembled. "I don't know if I can. I mean, I never did- it—" "Not ever to any other guy?" her son asked. She whirled on the bed, angry at him. "Of course not! I-- I've never had another man even touch me, except—you." Danny put his hands upon her head as she braced it upon her palm. He moved closer, prodding at her, offering the glowing head of his prick, and she could not refuse it. It was lovely, and she wasn't afraid of it. She fought down the barricades that had always been erected in her mind, remembering that Chad had gone down on her many times when they were young, knowing that this beautiful son of theirs had performed masterful job of cunnilingus upon her already. It was only that she had never taken a penis into her own mouth, and wasn't at all certain how to go about it. Her son moved again, and she felt the faint stickiness of the- pre-seminal fluid upon the tip of his glans. Betty kissed the little mouth and tasted the musk, the vague saltiness of the juice, and found it good. Pursing her lips, she opened them and allowed the head of Danny's prick to slide inside them. "Oh mom," he breathed, and she stared at the curling hairs, the rich, light chocolate brown pubic hairs that made a beguiling vee around the base of his cock. "Oh, mom—just lick it and bit it, and then suck my prick until I come.!" Betty reached her left hand out and turned the palm up to cup her son's balls. The head of his cock was past her teeth now, and he was urging it even further. She touched the tip of her tongue into the sticky little slot and curled it around the shaping of the glans itself. Excitement raced roaring through her mind and turned on every sensual switch in her body. She wanted this penis—wanted it wit a maddening need she could not understand just then. Gulping, Betty pulled Danny's strong, hard prick far into her mouth, drawing it across her tongue and sliding it along the velvet of her mouth's roof. The head choked her throat, and she had to pull back a little, but she began to suck lustily upon it, eating prick for the first time in her life. And it was good, good to feel the squirming of her crotch, to know the movement of his balls within her hand, to taste his cock and his eagerness. Betty let go his balls and put her hand upon the modeled cheek of his ass, urging him to her as she lowered her head to the pillow. Without taking his delectable cock from her lips, Danny climbed upon the bed with her, swinging one knee across her chest so that he could sit lightly upon her body, her tits flattened by the cheeks of his ass. She caressed those downy cheeks as she sucked hungrily upon her son's wet prick, and reveled in the intimate closeness of his testicles upon her chin. Danny fondled her face with his fingertips, petted her cheeks as the suction indented them, ran his thumbs tenderly over her eyelids. "Wow, mom—I didn't have to tell you anything. You're a natural cocksucker, and you're giving great head. Man- oh man, man! I've always wanted you to eat my prick, too. I nearly freaked out, thinking about how I'd stroke my cock into your hot mouth like this, how your tits would feel under my ass- oh mother, mother!!" She gnawed upon his staff, sucked his head and let go to tickle it with her tongue, and Betty found that the longer she worked upon her son's penis, the farther she could take it into her throat, where it seemed to thrill him more. Digging her fingernails into his taut and thrusting buttocks, Betty pulled him deeper into her mouth, biting and licking and sucking. He mind was spinning hotly, and she was panting for breath in the exertions of sucking off her boy, and even though she dimly realized that she would soon experience the ejaculation of his semen into her mouth, Betty didn't attempt to withdraw. She loved it too much; the feel and flavor, the movement and ardor of her son's prick was so exciting. Writhing, rubbing her thighs together, her fingers digging into the cleft of his young ass, Betty ate and sucked, pulled and licked, and when she felt him stiffening out, when she heard him gasping she began to siphon upon his cock with all the suctioning power she could muster. "Mom—Mom! I'm going to let it go into your throat!! I'm coming, mother—I'm shooting off inside your mouth—oh suck me, suck me!" Danny caught her head between his hands and shoved his hard prick to the balls inside her mouth. She felt the spongy head of it flex, felt it expand, knew the marvelous sensation of the hot, thick spurting of her son's come as it drenched her throat and filled her mouth. It lay creamy and musky upon her tongue, and oyster-like along the roof of her mouth. Clinging to his ass, Betty swallowed the juicy stuff, drank down the luscious and foamy liquids that came from the balls that were heaving against her face. She continued to suck the head of his prick, her throat gulping convulsively as his come lessened in its spurts.  "Great, mom, " he moaned, rubbing his crotch into her chin. "Oh, you're wonderful—you're terrific! I love you—your tits and your ass and your cunt, and I love your hot mouth, too!" "Ummm," she said, around his exquisite penis, and sucked it until it was dry, fondling the cheeks of his ass all the while. There was a potent heat built up within her cunt, and she felt steamy between her thighs, felt the fiery need pulsing there and thought she might reach orgasm herself, without anything ever having touched her pussy. Danny pulled his penis slowly from her mouth, and pushed his knees back so he could lie on top of her body. Betty ground her wet mound into the hard length of his cock and rubbed her tits across his chest. He placed his mouth upon hers, ran his tongue into her lips and felt around the interior of her mouth. She knew what he was doing, realized that he was seeking the spices of his own semen in the residual flavors left within her cheeks. She reached frantically for his cock, caught it and tried to insert it into her quivering vulva. Danny resisted, but she got the head of it into her slippery labia and wiggled violently to seat his penis into the yearning cavity of her vagina. "Oh lord, oh Lord!" she panted huskily. "I'm so hot so hot! I need you, darling—I need your hard young prick! Oh stick it to you mother, darling—fuck you mommy, fuck, fuck!!" He fed it up into her sheath, and the first sliding of the velvet rod across her clit made her heave and fall back, her heart pounding wildly. Danny said, "I wanted to eat your pussy, first, but if you've got to have it, if you have to be fucked right away—" "Yes—oh yes!" she cried out, bucking beneath his pelvis, riding upward over his stiff cock and making his balls touch the crack of her seesawing ass. " I can't stand not having your prick now—in men, in your mother—screw your mom, Danny! Ram your hard young cock up into your mother's cunt! Deep-- deeper! Screw me faster, darling—I'm about to come—to come- oh OH!" She shuddered in the strong explosion of her climax, moaned and ripped at his beautiful naked back with clawed fingers and pumped her cunt frantically on his rod. Wonderful—enchanted-- crazy! All these things and much, much more; somehow brutal and somehow tender, and to be fucked by her son was the best possible fucking by anyone. But Danny hadn't come again; there simply hadn't been time for him to build up another ejaculation since the magnificent one he'd just loosed within her throat. She relaxed under him, her ass going slack, her eyes closing in the gratified warmness of her completion. He wouldn't allow her to remain quiet, to drift into sleep. He son withdrew from her cunt, pulled his still hard cock from the jealous gripping of her pussy and lifted his body from between her legs gone limp and weak. Danny lay beside her for only a few moments, his hands playing into the dripping hairs of her mound, drawing the slimy juices up into the playful patterns across the skin of her lower belly. Everything he did to her, every move, each touch- everything was stimulating. He pushed one hand beneath the small of her back, worked his forearm under her body and lifted her bodily, turning her belly over to his. His other hand pushed her upright, and Danny worked her knees so that one was on each side of him as he lay upon his back. "This way, mother," he said. "Sit on my belly and let me feel your wet pussy against my skin. I want to just feel you all over, your beautiful thighs, the lovely cheeks of your ass, to run my hands over your slippery belly like this—oh wow, wow!" She smiled down at him. "do anything you want to me, my darling. Do everything to me. I'm yours now—every inch of my body is yours, my handsome son: my legs and my breasts; my belly and ass and my pussy. You're my son and my master; you're my lover and husband." "Your husband," he said, caressing her thighs, moving sinuously against her humid mound. "Your husband is my father, and he stuck his fat prick into this gorgeous cunt and fucked it until he packed you full of his come. One sperm got into your womb and made me. It's his cunt, but now it's also mine. I came out of it, and now I come into it, and if I could I'd crawl all the way up into this hot and glorious cunt and curl up there again." Betty said, trembling, "You—you drive me crazy, talking that way." Danny took he ass in both hands and lifted her up, moved her mound from his belly to his chest. "But you love it." "I love it," she said. "Does he ever talk like that to you?" "No, she said, "your father is kind of conventional about sex." Danny stroked her ass, rolled his upper body so that his chest ground across her labia. "But he screws you pretty good; I saw some of that this morning." "He—he screws me all right," she said. "I mean, I thought it was perfect until you did it with me. but that doesn't mean I don't love your daddy; it doesn't mean that I don't come with him; I do." He son lifted her again, slid her pussy close to his face. He said, "Of course you do, but we're turned on to each other now, and we'll keep fucking." "Of course," she said, shivering at the tingle of his hot breath in her pubic hair. "Just inch on up," he said, "and sit down on my face. Just lower that fabulous pussy right down over my mouth, and I'll eat you until you say enough, or faint, or something." Betty stared down at his �raddling his face, Betty pressed her inner thighs closely about her son's head and began to rock back and forth upon the furnace of his mouth. He teeth pressed her cunt lips, raked gently into the entrance to her vagina. Then Danny had her clitoris, but he wouldn't tease it for more than a few seconds at a time. It was as if he was actually devouring her pussy. He even used his hands to squeeze the lips outward so that he could suck it like an orange, pulling its succulent juices into his mouth and letting them run down his throat. His tongue was constantly moving, moving; it lapped into her hot and dewy well, licked up to the clit, withdrew to slide fondly in and out of the trembling labia. Betty ground it into this mouth, putting more pressure as she became less afraid of hurting him. She wiggled her ass and hunched her pelvis, and felt like a wanton, gelt gloriously debauched, and the tingling that warned of her orgasm was fast approaching. So she put one hand up on her son's forehead and leaned back, reached back with the other hand to capture the charming stiffness of his penis. She worked her fingers up and down on his prick, and worked her pussy into his face, using the most lewd fucking motions, and the thrills leaped along her belly and caused her entire cunt to contract. "Oh—Oh—Danny! Oh my love, my darling son! Mother's coming, coming—oh, Danny—eat your mommy's pussy! Make me come and come and never stop!" He moaned into her rippling cunt and Betty's head lashed back, then forward and she had to let go his cock. She melted, collapsed, and her son eased her over onto her side, still kissing her vulva. Chapter 4 He husband was asleep, but sleep wouldn't come to her, although she had been tired since dinner or before. Maybe a glass of hot milk, she thought, and slipped on her robe. Padding barefoot down the stairs, she felt her way into the kitchen and turned on the light' Then she gasped and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth in shock. Danny was sitting in a chair at the table, blinking up at her. "Better click off the light," he said. She said, "What—what are you doing here?" "Waiting for you," he said. "I couldn't sleep, thinking of you in there with Dad. Did he fuck you again?" Betty bit her lip. "That doesn't matter. I just came down for some warm mil, and—" "He did," Danny said, watching her eyes. "He did screw you. Is his stuff still in you, still juicy in your cunt, mother.?" "I—" Betty clicked off the light and stood in the dark, lowering her voice. "I have to go now; goodnight, Danny." He was on her before she could get back through the doorway. His voice was soft at her ear, his hands firmly upon her waist. "No, mom—don't go yet. You couldn't sleep and neither could I; so let's have a goodnight fuck, right here." "Danny—your father's upstairs and your sister—" But he was pushing her gently into the kitchen, and she felt the edge of the table bump against the backs of her thighs. She said: "Oh, we can't; we can't!!" He lifted her easily, sat her upon the table. "We can and we will. Let me pull your robe back—ahhh—your legs are so wonderful, so soft and smooth, and here's your beautiful, thickly haired cunt. It's still wet, mother." "On the—the table? she breathed. "Just right," he said. "See, I'll step in between your legs and put my prick right here, and you can wrap your legs around me. Did you put them around daddy when he fucked you a few minutes ago?" She was shaking. "No—I had him screw me the same way you did, that first time, from the back." Danny felt over her cunt, felt into it, and lowered his face to kiss her tits. Around a nipple, he said, "Feels great inside. He came in there, and it feels wonderful. I can't wait to get my own prick in where his just was." Betty put her arms around her son's shoulders as he moved between her widespread thighs, and his mouth rested lightly upon her lips. Probing the distended head of his hard penis for the already frothy opening of her cunt, he said, "Fuck him good, every time; make him come a lot. I'm not jealous of him, mother- - really I'm not. I love him and I love you, and I want the two of you of fuck each other all you can. I just—I just want to fuck you with him, I guess." "Oh, my darling," she aid, before his tongue entered her mouth and his cock shoved into the wet, slippery entrance to her vagina. They felt alike—her wonderful son and herself-- thought alike, needed the same sensual things, even if those goals were impossible. In his cock went, sliding deep and penetrating; longer than his father's prick, harder in its overwhelming need. The staff was rigid and the head pulsing, and he moved his hands around, over he hips and down to caress the cheeks of her ass as he fed the beautiful meat steadily in and out of her adoring cunt. He kissed her and met her tongue, then eased his mouth away to whisper in ; her ear: "Mother, my sweet and beautiful mother with the hot, wet pussy. Ahh, oh- -did you come with him?" "Yes," she whispered back, "oh yes. I masturbated while he was fucking me, and that turned both of us on even more. It was wild and debauched, and we enjoyed it so much. He—I think it shocked him a little, though. Oh Danny—I love your prick so much!" He ground his pelvis into hers, and the overflow juices of her cunt, mixed with his father's semen, turned their pubic nests creamy and soggy. She wiggled on his sliding rod, squirmed at each thrust into her jellied vagina, and it was terrific, all over again. She curled her legs around his slim waist and put her ear to his mouth so she could listen to her horny boy, her mother-fucking son, tell her how beautiful and hotly desirable she was. Danny told her, too: "Sweet cunt—hot pussy all greasy inside. Oh, I love your legs around me when we fuck, mom. All my life, I've wanted your legs around me and my aching prick up your juicy and fantastic cunt. I was never jealous of dad-- only envious; I need to fuck you, too—and I want to make you come the way he does, but over and over and hotter and hotter—" "My son," she gasped, "oh my stiff-dicked son and lover, my horny boy—oh, I'm so glad you're fucking me, and I'd like—I want your father to share my cunt with you, too. But we can't-- not now, not yet. Maybe later we can—ohhh! Oh lord, that feels so wonderful, your lovely cock sliding around, your balls against my ass---" "Mom, mom," he panted, clenching his fingers strongly into the tender cheeks of her ass, "ah, my mother—my bitchy, hot pussy mother—wow, oh wow!" He was going rigid, his voice rasping in his throat, and Betty hurried the twisting of her cunt too match his fast approaching climax, to meet the jet of his magnificent semen as it shot forth from the thrusting head of his young, hard prick. She made it. Just as the first spurt of hot juice fountained into her vagina to mix with the residue of his father's come, Betty ground her thrumming clit against his pelvis, along the pounding staff and came with him. "Ahh! Ahh! I'm coming, I'm coming! Darling, darling—" she rocked on the tabletop and clamped her legs violently around his sweaty waist. "Mom—sweet mom—ahh---it's loading your pussy; it's mixing with dad's stuff—all hot and slippery and so great I can't stand it! Ohh—ahhh-hot and juicy, and your soft ass, and your big tits—I wish I could fuck you forever and ever." You can, my love. You will. We'll find times and places like this. And in the morning—oh, come to me in the morning, soon as your father goes in to take his shower." He backed regretfully from between her thighs, and Betty dropped her legs. "Yes," he said, "in the morning, while he's so close and yet he doesn't know what's going on, won't know that I'm fucking the cunt he thinks is only his. It's good to kind of sneak your pussy from dad, but I wish we could share it, up front and right out in the open." She; kissed him, finding his face in the dark as she lowered herself from the top of the kitchen table. His prick was still hard against her belly, and she petted it with one hand, loving its drippy head, its balls, everything about it. And loving her son more deeply than she could ever have believed possible. It was so much more complete, she thought, knowing now that no mother could love as she did; unless she had eagerly and lustfully fucked her own son. To hold was love, to pamper, to discipline was love'; to care for and to feed, to teach and to fondle was love; but to fuck, to give the ultimate in happiness , to eat and give the most intimate in rapture—this was the love that began where the others ended. "Good night, son," she said, and left him to go upstairs and climb into her husband's bed, his father's bed. Now she would sleep. Chapter 5 They lay softly together, waiting together and Betty knew they had to work out something, to develop some way of either bringing Chad into the situation fully, or of hiding it completely from him. This was more than dangerous, sharing the bed with her son while her husband was so close by; this was foolhardy. Chad went down the hallway, down the stairs, and Betty continued to listen, her heartbeat faster than usual, her pulse still racing from oral sex and from the fright she had undergone. Danny began to stroke her body, to push his rigid penis against her leg. She shook her head and hissed at him: "Wait, Dammit! We have to be sure of him; we must be certain your father isn't going to blow up if he finds out about us. I don't know how in the hell we can be sure of that, but—" Her son said softly, "He has to be brought in. I suggest Linda." Betty blinked. "Linda? How—what can she—" "She can seduce him," Danny explained. "My older sister can get dad to fuck her, and then he'll be too guilty to think of anything else for awhile." Sucking in her breath, Betty said, Linda?" But what makes you think she'd do anything like that with your father—that your sister would commit incest?" She stopped talking, foundering on the shoal of the incestuous image, because she and her son were already into it. But Linda was happily married, and she'd never go for her own father, and- it was an idea, Betty admitted. It probably was a pretty good idea, if it could possibly be worked our in detail. She said, "How, Danny? How do we get your sister to lay her father?" He said, "She's been dropping hints; like sex is getting to be a habit with her husband, like maybe she'd soon try looking around for a little new romance ." Betty frowned. "But a romance with your father--?" "I know my sister," Danny said. "Better than anybody knows her; she opens up with me, tells me things that she doesn't mention to the rest of the family. No, I don't believe she'd go for dad right away --- but if I make the right moves and feed her enough juice, I believe she'll go for me." "You?" Betty sat up in bed, stunned despite the casual tone that had been coming into the conversation between she and her son. "You'd screw Linda, and she'd—she would let you----?" "Just as you did," Danny said. "She has to get smashed to be honest, but I think if I can get her to talking about her sex life and petting her some, and if she thinks we're alone and all safe, Linda will screw me. If she doesn't—I'll rape her, and once I get my cock into my sweet sister's cunt, she'll forget about anything else. She's that much like you, mother. Now—I heard daddy's car pull out of the driveway, so lie back and relax. Or do I have to rape you too?" Betty lay back upon the pillow. "You would too—you horny little cocksman. Linda and you, then Linda and her dad. And what do I do, all that time?" He fingered into her pussy. "There'll always be some prick for you..." Chapter 6 =================================================== When Betty gave her younger daughter two dollars and told her to take her friend to the movies, Nikki grabbed the bills and flew out of the house without argument. Danny looked after her, and said, "She's going to get suspicious, after a while." "We'll worry about that when it happens," Betty said. "Right now, we have to get the situation ironed out with Linda. Danny, are you sure—" "Sure as I can be," he said. "did you call Linda?" "While you were taking a bath. She's on her way over; said she was bored at home and needed a change." Danny laughed. "I'll try to give her a change, all right. Linda's about ripe for a new cock, and mine is certainly available." Betty shook her head and poured glasses of cold punch. Tasting the mix, she made a face. "How much rum did you put in this?" "The whole bottle," he said. "Linda never could hold her juice, and if she get smashed right away, we can get it on that much sooner. Otherwise, it's going to be a long, dry weekend, with dad home all the time and us not able to get together for even one quick fuck." She drank down the cold punch and felt a little shiver in her tummy. It was the way her son talked about everything, as if they were discussing his schoolwork, or the grocery list. He was casual about discussing their sex acts, and this plan for the seduction of his married sister. She stared at him as he slouched in the kitchen chair, his slim, bare legs stuck out, the feathering of hair on them bronzed by the sun. The table, she thought; oh lord—he had screwed her right on this very table last night, when everyone else in the house was asleep. He'd lifted her to the tabletop and spread her legs to walk in between them with his perpetually hard prick in his hand. Her son had fucked her as eagerly as if he'd never touched her before, and it had been good, wild for both of them.. "Where will you—do it?" she asked. "If your sister goes along, that is." Betty felt like a procurer, or some equally bad kind of traitor. She was helping her daughter to break her marriage vows, and being instrumental in bringing Linda into incest. "The family room," Danny said. "I'll get the stereo going with her favorite tapes, and put the punch on ice in there. We can get her talking, and drinking, and then—I guess we have to play it by ear. If she pays too much attention to you being around, you'll have to slip out—at least for awhile." "All right," Betty said, and drank another glass of potent punch before carrying the punch bowl into the family room and placing it on the little bar there. He son followed her and put his hands on her waist as she stood at the bar. Betty was wearing a pair of white shorts that accented her pale and lustrous skin, and a thin, see-through blouse that showed her lacy cup bra. She felt wicked in the outfit, and of course she was. Leaning back against him, Betty felt her son's erection, felt him pushing against her buttocks. He kissed the back of her neck and cupped her heavy tits with both hands. "You have the most fabulous tits I ever felt, mother." She turned her face, kissed his cheek, and snuggled her ass tightly to his rod, to the hard bulge in his cutoff jeans. "How many tits have you felt?" "A few; not too many, I guess. I felt up six or eight girls before I screwed any of them, so I guess they don't count; only the ones I fucked." Betty knew a delicious intimacy. A curious gnawing of something else—jealousy? She said, "How many did you-- fuck?" "Just four," Danny said. "Three chicks in class and my English teacher." "Your teacher?" He ground his crotch into the cheeks of her ass. "Sure; she's only twenty-eight, and I had this thing for older women, since I was so horny to lay you. It took some work, because she's cute and half the guys in class were trying to make her. But she's not nearly as good a fuck as you are, mom. I mean, you're just the best, the greatest." She moved away from him then, mollified, feeling the jolt of rum she wasn't used to drinking, feeling more than a little bitchy, too. "You'd better save that hard on for your sister; she should be here any minute now. Remember, she's an older woman, too." He grinned. "Only twenty-one; just four years older than me. I like them riper—like you; but I'll admit I always had an idea about screwing Linda. She was always had an idea about screwing Linda. She was always flitting around and showing her legs clear to her ass, or letting me get a good peep at her tits. And lots of times, she'd come in from a date and tell me how guys were feeling her up, especially Glenn, before she married him. I think she was trying to turn me on." Betty felt a little better, and a little drunker. She poured herself another small cup of the punch and sipped it. Maybe it ran in the blood, she thought; something slightly twisted in her genes that had been passed along to her children. She had always wanted to be screwed by her son; she confessed that to herself now. Oh, it hadn't been out in the open, but she'd always liked to touch him, and she had often cast glances at his tightly shaped ass, as his lumpy crotch. And these impulses had been inherited by Danny, thank goodness, or badness, whichever. He possessed this dark and overwhelming passion that demanded he fuck his mother, that drove him to come into the vagina that had given him birth. She was glad; she was damned happy for that urge. Linda, then; very attractive Linda Maddox Forrester. The young housewife was shorter than her mother, at five feet, six inches; she had rich brown hair, a shade darker than Danny's, Betty remembered, and was proud of the girl's exceptional figure. Had Linda received the same hot combination of genes that made incest so compelling for her mother and her brother? They would soon find out; Betty heard the car pull up in the driveway, and smiled at Danny. "Here she is." Danny stroked his softened penis. "Yeah. I hope she's anxious for this. But I'll be cool." Linda bounced into the house, full of energy and blooming with youthful vitality. "Hi! What was all the big secret, getting me over here in the middle of the day? Not that I wasn't glad to get out of that damned apartment." Betty kissed her daughter's cheek, and felt the brush of her breast against Linda's. It felt tingly, now that she had more in mind than a motherly embrace. But Danny just loved motherly embraces. "Hey now," Linda said. "You've been juicing it up. What's the occasion?" Danny came from the family room bearing gifts—two cups of the powerful punch. "Mom and I just decided to spend the afternoon with you. You look wonderful, sis; prettier than ever. Linda took the cup and gave him a fleeting kiss on the mouth as Betty watched. "My favorite brother," Linda said. "You're growing up every day." Linda was wearing a mini, and Betty looked over the flawless thighs and well-shaped legs the skirt exposed. As her son had said, Linda' breasts weren't as big as her mother's, but they were high and firm. "you never acted bratty, like a brother," Linda was saying. "I always felt as if I could talk to you, Danny." "You can," he said. "Come on in and sit. I've got your old tapes on." Betty followed after, not quite certain of her role, but eager to be part of it, to be in on the action from the start. Linda's tail had a suggestive swing to it, she noticed, and found herself wondering if her son-in-law had gotten into Linda before they were married. Probably, she decided; the girl was passionate and lovely. Why not? Glenn would have been some kind of fool if he hadn't kept trying until he fucked her. And Betty's son-in-law didn't look that foolish; he looked yummy and lithe, and Betty wondered how screwing him could become tiresome. She'd have to ask her daughter. Linda was laughing on the couch, and Danny was sitting beside her refilling her glass. Betty went to the punchbowl, but hesitated; her head was already light and there was a warmly woozy sensation in her veins. "Great," Danny said, "just great. And that's a fab skirt, Linda. You should never hide legs that wonderful." The music swirled through the room, and Linda stretched out her legs for them to admire. Downing her second drink, she said, "Glenn kind of ignores them now. I don't mean he forget them, but he doesn't eye them the way he used to. Marriage---- yekk." Betty said carefully, "Doesn't he—love you as often?" Linda turned her head. "Why, mom!" Have you been nipping at this tasty punch for awhile? I never heard you ask anything like that before." Danny said, "You'd be surprised at how mom is blossoming out. Didn't you dig those while shorts?" Linda stuck out her lips while Danny poured some more juice into her glass. "I always wished my legs were that long and sleek. But wiggling around in shorts and a see-through---have you gotten yourself a lover, mom?" Laughing, Linda drank some more, and spluttered when her brother said, "Yes; mother has a lover, and a good one." "Damn!" Linda said, with feeling. "I was kidding around,- but—you, mom? Making it on the side with another man?" Betty took a deep breath, but her head was still a little fuzzy. "Is that so difficult to believe? Does it shock you that much?" Her daughter shook her head. "N—no, but you—you've always been so uptight about sex, and—well, hell; good for you! I hope you have a great time balling the guy, and I wish I could find somebody just as exciting. Look, I don't mean that Glenn and I don't make it; we do. It's just that after two years, we know everything that each other is going to do. It's kind of boring, and I think if I get laid by some other man, it might actually stimulate my sex life with my husband." "It will," said Betty. "It really will." "Wow, Linda breathed, her rich drown hair falling over one side of her face and her lips just a little slack. "Never thought I could talk to you like this, mom. Now ol' Danny here- -" She put one hand on her brother's bare leg, and Danny slid closer on the couch, moved his butt down a bit so that her hand was pushed up his thigh. He said, "You know the guy mom's swinging with." "I do?" Linda's head wobbled, but she tried to focus on her mother. "Who is it, mom?" Danny had a hard on now; Betty could see the heavy bulge in his short jeans. He took his sister's hand and lay it upon his stiff cock. He said, "Guess who, sis." Linda's head swiveled back so fast it threw her off balance and she almost fell off the couch. Her brother used his other hand to help her catch her balance, and it was no accident that it moved from the small of her back down to the trimly modeled haunch. "Wh—what? What?" Linda asked. "You and—and mother? - How—what----" Danny had a good grip on the cheek of his sister's ass now, and in her shock, she hadn't even tried to remove her hand from the erection at his crotch. He hunched it against her hand and played with her ass. Linda's eyes looked blurred, and he said to her: "Sure, me and mom. Why not? She's beautiful and hot, and I dig her like crazy; she digs me, too. we fuck day and night." "I—don't—daddy—what about daddy?" Danny unzipped his jeans and shoved his long, hard prick into his sister's limp had. "He doesn't know—but now you do. And we want you to swing with us, with mom and me." "I can't get my head straight," Linda said. "It's all so-- I'd say you were putting me on, except mom's standing there and watching you put your cock into my hand. I don't know—I can't- think—" "You don't have to think," Danny said, easing his hand up his sister's thigh. "Just lie back and let me show you what I do to mom, how I put this prick into her juicy, rich pussy. Linda-- you know I always wanted to stick it to you, and you know you always teased me into it. Well, we don't have to play games anymore; now we can get it on." She was sinking back, and Betty saw her son's hand cup her daughter's mound, that delectably swollen mound snugged by Linda's silken panties. Linda said, "But—with mom right here?" "Sure; she wants to see how we swing, and she'll even help me get your clothes off, won't you, mom?" "Yes," Betty said through numb lips, and moved toward them with her own nipples gone stiff and her own crotch turning dewy. She had gone too far now; there was no backing out, no- escape—and

she didn't really want to get away. She needed to be here, a witness to what was about to happen. She had to be part of this magnificently thrilling episode, and she would. Moving like a robot, she approached her older daughter and her only son. Danny was pulling off his sister's stockings, peeling down the nylon pantyhose and working off the frilly panties. Bending over the couch, Betty took hold of Linda's blouse and eased it up and over her limp arms. Her daughter had her eyes closed, the thick lashes lying curled and long upon the delicate curve of her cheek. "Look at the hair on this cunt," Danny was saying softly. "Mom, isn't that the curliest pussy hair you ever saw?" And indeed it was, thick and deep and luxuriant, curling in a million tightly rolled brown springs, making a heavy bush between the fair and silken skin of Linda's thighs. Then Betty unhooked the girl's bra and saw the delightfully shaped mounds of her young, firm tits leap forth. The pinkish brown nipples were erect and trembling, and the disrobing was done. Linda lay naked upon the couch, all her vibrantly lovely body exposed to the avid eyes of her mother and brother. "Beautiful," Danny breathed, and Betty saw that he had shucked out of his jeans and was kneeling on the couch at his sister's feet. "Smooth and beautiful, sis. You don't have to think about anything—just lie there and feel good. I'm going to be your new lover, and because I'm also your brother, it'll be better for both of us. I love you as my sister and as a beautiful young woman, and as a wife ready for some fun, and I'm just about to love you as a hot, juicy cunt." "Danny," Linda breathed through lax lip. "Oh yes, yes!!" Betty stepped back and began to remove her own clothing. Anything upon her fevered flesh felt constrictive, choking, and she simply had to rip it away. Her shorts and panties, bra and blouse fluttered to the floor; Betty also stood naked as her children, and the air felt wonderful upon her skin. Danny bent low and licked his sister's toes. She flinched and squirmed, and the boy kissed wetly over her foot, bit gently upon her calf and licked her shins. Sliding up her legs, he continued to kiss her skin, to fondle and nip at her legs, her thighs. Danny planted a lingering kiss into the deep drown pubic hair, and Betty thought for a moment that she was going to see her son eat his sister's pussy. But as she sank to the carpet close by the couch, only an arm's length away from the beautiful naked figures, she watched Danny move on up Linda's belly. His rigid penis was gripped in one hand, and his hairy balls were swinging pendulously between his thighs. Betty's voice surprised her, coming of its own accord from her lips: "Fuck her, Danny---oh, please hurry and fuck her!" "Yes, mom," he answered, and crawled between her knee-lifted legs to guide the bulging head of his eager prick into the shaggy forest of his sister's pubic mound. "Fuck her," Betty repeated in an intense whisper. "Fuck you sister; stick it on into your sister's pussy, son." "I am mother. Watch it slide on inside Linda's cunt. She's boiling inside, tight and hot—hot and slimy. Oh, Linda—oh- sis—my prick's moving right into your cunt." Linda's head swung from side to side, a silent metronome; her arms lay limp at her sides as her brother took her buttocks and hiked her bushy pelvis to meet his first plunge into her vulva. Fascinated, Betty sat on the floor and stared as the slim, hard penis inched into the readily accepting lips of his sister's labia. Round and smooth, Betty's ass was lifted, tilted from the couch, and her brother's prick pushed steadily, powerfully, on into the hairy nest. His balls came to rest in her crack, and the full length of his cock was imbedded into her vagina. "Ummm," Linda murmured. "Omm—long and hard; good, good," His chest lowered to hers, and her tits were flattened sweetly to him as the lower part of her body began to move with slow and studied lasciviousness. Danny kissed her open mouth, and Betty watched her children couple in lovely intimacy, belly to belly and mouth to mouth. Linda wrapped her arms around her brother and ground her pelvis into Danny's crotch. Betty stared; the boy's cock slid out of her pussy, came back glistening with his sister's love juices, hesitated with the head of it still buried into her feminine softness, thrust forward once more, slipped in to the root. "Uuummm," Linda said, between dartings of her tongue into her lips, "oh baby, that's so hard and so good. Wow---I thought my husband could fuck, but you've got it on him, Danny. Uuummmm-- feels wild, when the head of it pokes away back in me. Do it to your sister, baby—I haven't been screwed in three days, and I need your fantastic prick!!" Betty's tits were so swollen that they ached, the nipples hard and ready to break off. She slid one hand into her lap, fondled her mound and found it wetly throbbing. She used a finger to slowly caress her labia as she watched the action directly before her. Pretty well smashed, turned on by her first impalement upon her brother's expertly and hungrily used cock, Linda had thrown all coyness to the winds. She was clinging to Danny and hammering her cunt up at his strokes, absorbing each push of his rod and gyrating sensuously upon his meat. "You—you little son of a bitch!" she panted, pounding her crotch into his, grinding and shuddering. "You sneaky little- bastard—fucking mom, and now me. Wowy—oh hey—you have the greatest cock—fuck me hard, brother—little baby brother with the far out fuck pole—fuck me hard—HARD!" Danny responded by speeding up his thrusts, by ganging his prick into her cunt so violently that her ass cheeks jiggled and her tits shook with each heavy stroke. "Good, good—hard! Fuck me—fuck me—I—I'm coming--- coming—oh son of a bitch—I'm coming, baby brother. "Sis—sis!" Danny gasped. He drove his cock into her pussy, lunged and bucked it up his sister's shivering wet cunt, and Betty saw him stiffen out, saw his legs stretch back and looked closely at the way his balls leaped upward. He was coming. Betty knew exactly the sensation of his hot semen leaping forth into a cunt, knew to the last quiver of feeling how his come splashed and drenched the walls of an inflamed pussy. Now his older sister was feeling it, too; now Linda was being bathed in the sticky cream of her brother's ejaculating penis. Linda was adoring it. Betty saw her twist and heave, watched her claw at her brother's slim ass, and heard the sloshing noise as Linda worked her vagina frantically over Danny's immersed staff. "I—oohhhh" Oh, Danny! Oh, baby—soak my vagina; flood my cunt; pack me with your semen, my darling!" Betty's finger manipulated her clit, teased it, but she didn't stroke herself to a climax. Not yet, she thought; Danny will be ready to go again, in just a little while. And if Linda isn't too shaken up, or too smashed, then maybe she can watch him pack that fabulous meat to his mother. Her mother, too. That would make it all immeasurably better, add that spicy fillip to the sharing that could now be theirs, all three of them. A lift of anticipation surged within Betty. She stopped playing with her cunt and moved the hand out to drift it lightly over the silken cheeks of her son's ass. The first step of the plan had been accomplished: Linda Maddox Forester had been seduced by Danny, and she knew that her mother had been screwing him, too. That eased the way for their next move, Linda making it with her father. It could take a little more time and effort, but the end result would certainly be worth any trouble. Maybe they could work on it this weekend; Linda could bring Glenn over and stay until late Sunday night. From now until then, she should be able to contrive a method of getting her father to stick his thick penis into her yearning cunt. Linda had wanted some new and exciting action, Betty thought. The girl was finding it now, and would come up with more. First her stiff-dicked brother; then her daddy. Danny came to his mother and without preliminary, climbed onto the bed and between her legs. Smiling down at her, he fondled her breasts for a tender moment before aiming the head of his rigid penis into the waiting hairiness of her dewy mound. It touched her labia with an electric shock, for each time with Danny was almost like the first time he had fucked his mother, a thrilling kind of adoration that would always by out of the ordinary for them both. Danny thrust it mightily into her, slid his strong young prick full length into her ready and anxious vagina. His smooth belly came to rest atop her own, and she spread her thighs wide to receive this beautiful boy's wonderful cock. Her son's balls came to rest in the feathery cleft of her flexing ass, and as they touched, Betty wondered again, wondered briefly, how it would feel to have that enchanted want eased into the tube of her ass. Soon, she thought, perhaps soon, when they were all more at ease with each other. "Mom, mom," he breathed, "you have the very greatest cunt in the world. I love to fuck both my sisters, but fucking you is always so far out, so exciting, that I just about freak out as quick as I'm buried in your pussy." "Darling," she said, stroking her hands along his naked back, feeling the sleek shaping of the cheeks of her son's ass. "Oh my darling, lovely boy. It will always be this way with us; I Love your prick in me, and no matter who I fuck, or how many I fuck, yours will always be the best for me. So sexy, darling-- so long and hard, and you use your beautiful cock like an artist." "I love you, " he said. "Like my mother and like my wife and like the best piece of ass I know." " And I love you, too, like my lover and like my husband" Betty said.