"Hello, Mom," Dale said. She saw the clean young strength of him, the blond loveliness so masculine and dazzling to her eyes. "Hello, son. Did you enjoy yourself last night?" He said, "Yes and no. I just about freaked out a couple of times." "You're a strong young man," she said. "I know that, because I had the opportunity to watch you when you laid Mrs. Baker. And a strong young man should have been driven out of his head by what you watched happen last night." He touched his tongue to his lips; his fingers curled around his knees. "I jacked off twice." She peeled back her robe, her rumpled one from the wild evening before. It glided down her body and she stood there naked before him, showing her tits, her mound, to her boy. "You don't have to do that now. Am I pretty to you, Dale? Am I sexpot enough for you?" He drew his teeshirt over his head and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole world; your tits are the roundest and heaviest; your pussy is the loveliest thing I've ever seen in my life." She took a step toward him. "Then you want me? As a woman, as your lover?" Dale yanked off his jeans and kicked away his shorts. He sat on the couch with his slim blond-haired legs spread wide, with his majestic young prick climbed high, throbbing from his head to the wooly fluff of his balls. He said, "I want to fuck you, Mother. I want to do all the things to you that Dad has been doing to you all these years. I saw how hot you are, how they fucked you while you gave them head. I saw how crazy you got with Mrs. Baker. I want you to do that with me. I need my prick in your cunt, you beautiful, hot mother-bitch. Come here and straddle me. Come right over here and let me kiss those gorgeous tits." She was almost numb, but tiny prickles of vivid excitement ran up her spine as her legs took her obediently to the boy. She held his head tenderly between her palms as he kissed her breasts, as his lovely mouth caressed her nipples. When Dale sucked on them, she flinched and her knee came into contact with his hard cock. She was dizzy again, swaying back and forth, and he sensed her weakness, put his hands on her waist and guided her down to the couch. They sat side by side, and she was fondling his incomparable young cock while he caressed the steamy mysteries of her mound. Regina wasn't the teacher she had thought she would be, for his tongue was lancing softly down her throat, his hands were deftly knowing. She thought hazily that he could not have learned so quickly from Stella, that one long, involved fuck session with the glamorous neighbor woman wouldn't have made this boy so experienced. His finger was in her vulva, moving tenderly, and she moved upon it, with it, churning lightly upon this small intruder and shivering whenever it touched her clitoris. She kissed him back, sucked upon his tongue, and her fingers played over his cock from spongy head to sacked testicles. He jerked his head away, took his mouth from hers. "Damn! I'm about to pop off in your hand, Mom. Lie back, sweet woman--lie back and snuggle down on the couch, and open your thighs for me. Open those marvelous golden thighs, because your son is going to climb in between them and fuck you." "Oh yes," she murmured, "yes, darling--of course." And she fitted herself to the contours of the couch, opening all the portals of her body for the entrance of her best loved. He was anxious now, the polished deftness gone suddenly, now only a young and eager boy on the verge of attaining his lifetime dream. Dale poised above her, tremors rippling his body. She helped him, because it was her desire and her duty to assist him. Regina took his iron-hard prick in one hand and steered the pulsing head of it to the hairy entrance of her pussy. A strangled sound broke from Dale's lips, and he lunged forward, burying his cock into his mother's willing cunt with one long, driving stroke. His balls came against her ass, and he caught at her hips with both hands as she twisted, as she humped up at the tremendous power of his body. His prick in her, at last--at last! She could feel the head of it driven home, feel the pulsing shaft as her vagina closed lovingly upon it, feel the caress of his scrotum. Regina was tender and she was adoring, moving with him as he backed his rod partway from her suctioning cunt, wiggling with delicious ardor as he slid it forward again. It was wonder beyond price, a superb sensation that permeated her entire body, and she fucked slowly with him, meeting his thrusts gently. "Mom," he groaned, "oh Mother--Mom! I can't believe I'm really in your pussy. It's hot, and magic and--oh, Mother--love me and fuck me!" "I will, dear!" she panted. "Yes--your loving mom will fuck you. Now I'm riding your little boy prick, feeling your hard cock in me--and it's fantastic! Oh, shove it deep into your mama's cunt, darling boy. Feed your mama all that gorgeous young meat! Ahhh, baby--oohh, sweetheart! Sliding in and out, your mother's pussy--my son's prick--" And their mouths met again, this time with a primitive need that made their teeth clash. Their tongues battled in frenzy, and when one retreated, it was drawn back by sucking. Sweet and hot, their breaths mingled, and the tempo of his ass increased, the beat of his screwing speeded up. He was ramming it deep and strong, and she had to lift her legs, was forced to wrap his sinuous body within their grip, so she could make him stuff one more inch of enchanted flesh into her surging vagina. She bit his mouth, dug her nails into his ass and tried to pull him bodily into the flaming maw of her pussy, attempted to devour him with the very cunt he'd sprung from. Her pelvis battered his, and she gyrated wildly, forcing his ramrodding prick to massage her clitoris with every eager thrust. It was sweet insanity and magic madness, and she went far out into some other universe as his cock continued to sledge into her overflowing vagina. "Coming," she cried out. "Oh Dale--Dale--son--your mother is COMING!" Chapter 14 Regina held to her son, locked her legs at the ankles across the small of his warm back and wiggled slowly, very sensuously, upon his buried cock. Dale panted and groaned, and lifted her ass so that his prick could slam home deeper into her vibrating pussy. "Mom! Oh Mother--you sweet, hot bitch! I'm going to come in you--let go my load in your cunt. Here it is--here it comes--oh Mom, Mom! She quivered inside and out when the wondrous ejaculation hosed into her clenching pussy, when her son's young, powerful semen came spurting and splashing over her womb. The walls of her vagina clamped upon his shaft, gone very slippery in the oysterlike discharge. She bit down upon him with all the muscles of her cunt, rolled her pelvis and made his prick slosh around inside the saturated cavity of her vagina. Dale's come, she thought--Dale's hot semen was now inundating her pussy; her son's come sliding inside her body--and it was a joy beyond description, a rapture so intense that Regina felt it like pain. How fabulous it was, to be fucked by him, how superb to be screwed by this son she had borne and raised and taught. Now she was helping teach him more about love, in the classroom of her pussy. She never wanted him to take out his cock; she wanted to keep it captive in her body forever, to get stuck to him the way dogs sometimes do. He breathed softly into her ear, "Mother, darling--what a crazy piece of ass you are--all hot and tight and juicy, just the way I always imagined you would be, if I ever got lucky enough to screw you. And I always dreamed about fucking you, since I was old enough to raise a hard-on. Believe me, I raised plenty of hards just looking at you. Man oh man--but I dig the way your sleek ass moves when you walk, and how your tits bob up and down, and that bitchy look around your eyes." "My baby," she said, stroking his back and moving her ass in tender small circles, sliding her hairy pelvis over his. "Darling--I never knew. I mean, there were times when the thought of having sex with you passed briefly through my mind, but immediately following that thought came the big taboo of incest. So I shoved the idea away. Now I'm sorry I did. Just think of all the fucking we could have had by now." "We'll make up for it, Mom," he said. "We'll fuck all we want, all we can stand, and then we'll think of something else." "Oh son, I love you," she murmured, stroking tenderly upon his imbedded prick. "I love you in every way now--as my boy, my baby; as my lover, my husband--as my hard young prick." He kissed her, slid his tongue into her welcoming mouth, but only for a little while; then he said against her lips: "Once I got a picture of you through the bathroom window, just when you were about to step into the shower. You were naked, and I used to stare at your body in that picture, especially at this golden, fluffy hair on your pussy, and I'd play with my cock, pretending I had it in you. Whenever you'd get a little high and go to bed with Dad, then I'd think--they're going to fuck. I'd sneak up to your door and listen. I heard you moan and talk dirty to him. I heard the bed squeak and once--I even heard the sound his cock made in your pussy when you were all wet and squishy. It made me crazy." "Poor darling," she whispered against the smooth column of his throat. "I'll make it up to you. Dale --Stella Baker wasn't your first lay, was she?" "No," he said. "I was fifteen when I screwed my first girl, and I've had four others since. But you know--I always pretended they were you. I'd close my eyes and pretend that I was cramming my prick into the cunt I wanted most, your cunt." "How sweet," she said, caressing his ass. "And you didn't hate me last night, seeing me do all those things with your father and Chuck; yes, and with Stella, too?" "Hate you? How could I, Mom? That really proved to me you were everything I hoped--so hot you'd fuck anywhere; so wild you'd suck cock and so far-out that you would swing with a woman, and play sixty-nine eating her pussy. I want you so bitchy, you'll do everything with me, and so I can do everything to you." She sighed tremulously. "Anything you want, darling; everything you desire. Tell me something else--did any of the girls you screwed--did any of them go down on you, eat that glorious prick?" "No," he said. "They're kind of touchy about that." "Then I'll be the first," she said. "I'd love that. Wait--not Stella, either?" He shook his head, kissed her lips softly. "Not her, either. I was too worn out, after fucking her three times running. She said she was going to, though." "After me, she will," Regina said. "I'm going to get at least one cherry from my own son." And with that, she twisted out from under him, snapped his stiff cock from the clasp of her pussy with a practiced roll of her ass, and urged him over onto his back. "There, baby. Just lie there and relax while your mother takes care of you with some nice oral sex." He said, "Shouldn't I wipe off, or something?" "No way," she said quickly. "I want to eat you just as you are, with your semen still on your cock, mixed with my juices." She leaned over and kissed his mouth, running her tongue in and out while he caressed her dangling tits. Then she moved down to the base of his throat, and over to one of his little boy nipples, licking it and biting it gently. She gave the other nubbin the same tantalizing treatment, and left for the satiny planes of his belly. Licking hotly, kissing and nipping, she tasted the flavors of his skin, the aroma of his flesh. There was a scattering of pale blond hair reaching to his navel, and she trailed the path of it with her wet tongue, knowing the excited squirming of her son's body as she aroused him more. When she darted the end of her tongue into the indentation of his bellybutton, he grunted and his hands shot down to take her by the head. His pelvis heaved and she knew the tapping of his shaft along her cheek. "So lovely," she breathed, "so male and beautiful. I adore your prick, Dale." But she didn't take it into her mouth right away. Instead, she lapped down to his hairy pelvic mound, running her tongue through the pubic curls, drawing it tickling around the base of his throbbing cock. Cupping his enticing balls in one hand, she lifted them to the ministrations of her avid mouth, spreading her lips wide so that she could suck them. "That's it, Mom!" he cried out. "Oh baby--that's the way to set me on fire!" She eased his balls out between her teeth and turned her head so she could take the shaft of his prick between them, grating gently up along the silken skin to the flange of the protruding head. She kissed the head then, but only lightly, while her son jerked and sucked his breath in sharply. Then Regina crawled between his legs, using her knees to spread his thighs wider. Slipping down, going to her elbows, she extended her legs behind, and ran both palms slowly, teasingly, over Dale's groin, fingering into his scrotum, handling the trunk of his cock. Lowering her face inch by inch, she kissed the tip of his prick, savoring the exotic spices of the semen already there, knowing the intriguing flavor of his cock. Running her tongue around the flexing head, she teased it, wet it. Only then did she open her lips and put them around the spongy knob that had never appeared more beautiful to her. She took her son's hard prick into her mouth, scrubbed the roof of her mouth over the velvet head with the firm core, drew it across her tongue, and moved her head down so that the bulb of his cock touched the cup of her throat. Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked daintily upon it, pushed it away with her tongue, licked and lapped over the vibrant cockhead. Meanwhile, Regina fondled his balls; squeezed the stem of his prick, played her fingertips like a butterfly up the shaft, moaned lovingly around the head and she sucked it deep and slid it out shallow. It was very good for her, this abject adoration, this humbling of herself to give the very utmost in pleasure to this marvelous young son of hers. She enjoyed rolling his cock around inside her mouth, reveled in the texture and taste and feel of it, in the matchless intimacy it brought and the bond that their flesh so used would forever create between them. It was love and it was sex, it was lust and it was affection, and it was magnificent. He said, "Mother--Mom--suck on my prick, darling. Eat my cock, mama-- oooh, that's right! Give me head, mama. I'm fucking your mouth, darling--I'm putting the prick to your face and I love it--oooH! I love it!" She moved her head up and down, creating suction and then breaking it, caressing his prick with tongue and cheeks, stimulating him with the merest rakings of her teeth, feeling the tremendous pressure building up within his swollen shaft. "M-Mom--I can't hold it back! I have to come--come--oh, darling Mama-- take it--take my come--swallow it, you cocksucking bitch!" She gaped her throat wide and accepted the steaming fountain of semen that geysered from his prickhead. Thick and sweet, it sprayed up into the confines of her hungry throat, and she gulped at it, drank the copious discharge with eagerness. Regina was taking the male essence of her son, draining the life substance from his leaping balls, and she loved the creaminess, ate the musky lotion, drank the liquids of his sex. Laving the pulsing head with her tongue, she coaxed forth yet more of the heady stuff, swallowing, pulling, sucking until the fountain ran dry and sere. Even then, unsatisfied with what she had taken, Regina licked around the insides of her cheeks, ran her tongue seeking over her teeth, gathering the last escaped droplets of his fluids, devouring them as she would have liked to devour his young prick. When she raised her head to look up into her son's passion-glazed eyes, she clung a while to the head of his cock, holding it prisoner between the circle of her teeth. Reluctantly then, she allowed it to go free momentarily, knowing in her heart that she owned his prick now, that it would, from now on, belong to her whenever she wanted it--and that would be repeatedly. He said, "Oh Mom--Mother--thanks; thank you for giving me so much wild head. It was out of sight." "I'm glad, darling," she said. "I want to make you so happy." "You have," he said, "oh Mom, you have--and now, I want to make you just as happy. I've never done this before, but I watched how Stella and you did it last night, so I think I can turn you on okay. If I don't eat you right, then you just tell me what I'm doing wrong, and I'll change." She ran fingers up his belly, kneeled there and stared fondly down at the beautiful nude body of her son. "You don't have to make trades with me, Dale. I'll do anything you like." "I want to eat your pussy, Mom," he said. "I really want to see what it's like, to taste your cunt. Especially now that I know what it feels like to fuck it. I dig making you wiggle and moan, and if going down on this terrific pussy turns you wild, then it'll make me wild, too." She said, "You're an adorable boy. Shall I lie down?" "No," he answered, "just crawl up on top of me. Rub your pussy along my belly and over my chest, rub it slow and dirty, slow and greasy, mom. I really will dig feeling it slide over my skin, all hairy and wet. Then, when you get up close to my face, kind of lift that gorgeous ass and just sit down on my mouth." "I'd love to," she sighed. It made her indescribably sexy, rubbing her inflamed cunt over his satin skin, grinding her crotch upon the flawless body of the boy she had loved all his life. She made a real production of the trip up his shuddering body, sliding her ass back and forth, making certain that no part of his belly and chest hadn't been dampened by the juices oozing from her cunt, wetting him down with her own love lubrications and the residual leakings of his come. "That's groovy," he whispered through set teeth. "Oh, that's real crazy, mother. Oh wow--I'm already a mother fucker, and now in a few seconds, I'm going to be a mother sucker." "My darling," she murmured, "oh my darling, horny boy." On up his body she went, progressing slowly and sensuously, getting lascivious thrills out of making him squirm at the slippery fondling of her feverish pussy. Then she was at his face, the blonde hairs of her cunt poised at his chin, so near his open and panting mouth, so near the eager tongue she could see flicking past his lips. He breathed huskily, "Your cunt is lovely, all golden-haired and the lips are red, puffy from our fucking, and I can see the inner lips, all bright and shiny. Your pussy looks delicious, Mother." Regina lifted her lower body, carefully placed her knees on each side of his head and stared down at his handsome face. She was going to feed her child her pussy. She hesitated above him, poised for just an uncertain minute over his anxious face, and Dale said: "Oh, please--" so of course she had to go on, as she truly desired to. Regina's crotch lowered, sank gently to meet the hungry upthrusting of his tongue. Thrill after hot thrill bombed through her flesh, lancing tendrils of mad sensation over her nerve ends. It was deeper, more sensitive, because it was Dale, because it was her son eating into her cunt. He mumbled into her cavity, and the oils flowed from her as if a new well had been tapped, drenching his chin and cheeks, bubbling in his mouth and over that reaching, curling, searching tongue. She moved her ass just so, and Dale's hands found her cheeks, just as his tongue discovered the target of her clitoris. She vibrated upon his mouth, convulsed and made a series of seesawing motions, wiggled and shook, smearing her pussy into his mouth, rubbing it over his face as she fucked it, as she screwed her son's mouth. Dale hung on to her, ate into her blazing cunt and sucked mightily, making strange noises, teasing and worrying the clit with tongue and teeth, opening her secret places and sucking her like an end-peeled orange. She came furiously, swiveling her hips and making her crotch do tricks on his mouth. She came with a roaring, spasming torrent of erotic, wanton adoration that ripped her apart inside, that melted her and turned her forever soft. Chapter 15 She ate ravenously at lunch, putting away a platter of fries and a steak so thick, devouring a salad and three bottles of beer. Regina still felt a shade hungry when she stopped, but she also felt a little guilty, and smiled over at Dale across the table. "All that sex makes me starved," she said. "I have to build up my strength if we're going to keep it up." Her son reached for her hand. "That we are, Mom. Just like Carey and his mother, I'll bet. There hasn't been a peep out of the Baker house all day. They're probably still in the bedroom, fucking away like crazy." Regina smiled. "We can't blame them. It's a glorious sensation, screwing your own son." "And your own mother," he said. "Mom--what are we going to do about us, when Dad comes home--and my sister?" "I'll just have to tell him," she said. "I don't think we can go through the seduction trap again, because there's just no way we can have little Judy Baker lay your father. It's not like it was with you and Stella, or me and Carey. We've hit a roadblock." Dale looked thoughtful. "Maybe not. Judy is no real straight chick. I haven't gotten into her panties, but I know a guy who has." "But what makes you think she'll do us a favor and screw your father? I mean, she doesn't owe us anything, and I can't go up to Judy's mother and say how about Bill sticking your daughter, so we can get us all in the game. And come to think of it--that also means pulling Monica in with us. Monica is--" "No cherry, Mom; believe me. She's a lot like you, so cute and sexy that the guys follow her round with their tongues hanging out. Monica has been fucking her steady guy for a month or two now." Regina frowned. It seemed all too casual, discussing her daughter's virginity with her son, but another mental look at the discussion made things more clear. Why be so phony, why be hypocritical at all, when the only way was to be honest--up front, as the kids would say? "They'll be back from the beach before long," she said. "Maybe we should just sit down with Monica--all three of us--and have a talk. You'd lay your sister, wouldn't you?" "Damned right," Dale answered. "Like I said, she's a real sexy piece, a lot like you. And Dad--well, she'd go for him in a second. I can tell that. As for him, you've got him so turned on now that he'll do anything you want, and he's sure not going to turn down a chance to put it to Monica's juicy young snatch." Nodding, Regina said, "I think we'll all stay home tonight." Dale helped her clear the table and put dishes into the washer. Slipping his arms around her waist from behind, he pressed himself into her ass and as she leaned back into him, lifted his hands to hold her breasts. She felt much adored, the young bride in the arms of her lover. That's when the front door opened noisily, and Regina pulled guiltily away from her son's embrace, knowing a sharp flash of resentment at any intrusion that would move him away from her. Her husband and daughter laughed into the kitchen, wind-rumpled and scattering grains of beach sand. Bill swung the picnic hamper onto the drainboard. "Hi, Regina--Dale. You guys should have been along; we had a great time. Chuck and Judy tried the water, but it was just too damned cold for me, and Monica stayed to fix the food--" Regina stared through lowered lashes at her daughter, seeing her perhaps for the first time as a complete woman, sufficient unto herself. The girl's honeyblonde hair set off her liquid brown eyes to perfection, and her mouth looked just a bit smeared, as if she had been kissed hard, recently. Monica looked back with a direct stare, and the set of her young mouth contained perhaps just a touch of arrogance. Was her daughter possessor of some new knowledge, some new wisdom that she wasn't afraid to flaunt? Glancing away, Regina caught her son's eye, and Dale nodded. "Come on, Monica--you have to listen to this groovy new tape I got today--" His hand on hers, he practically dragged his sister from the room, so his mother and father could be alone for a few minutes. He'd sensed what was coming, she thought, felt the vibes in the air and was making things easier for them. She opened a beer for her husband and one for herself, wishing for something stronger. Sitting at the table, he fidgeted a bit, swallowed some cold beer, and brought out his words with a rush: "Regina--I have something to tell you. You know this morning, while you were sacked out with Stella? Well, Chuck and me got this great idea, and you two women were so happy there together, that we decided to leave you like that and--and take the kids for a picnic. The girls, that is. You see, Chuck and me--well, we thought that since swapping wives was so damned much fun, that maybe swapping--ahh--daughters would be just as big a blast." He ran out of breath, dropped his eyes and gulped beer. She stared at her husband. "And was it?" "Was it what? Oh, yeah--a blast; yeah--sure, it was. You wouldn't figure those kids--but they're so damned sweet and young and sensuous, all at once. I have to confess that I screwed Judy Baker today. She's a real redhead, too; the hair of her little pussy is like fire, but curlier, and--" Her voice was sly, smooth: "And how was your daughter?" "Just great!" he answered enthusiastically. "Only sixteen years old, and fucks like a mink! And when she starts grinding on your prick--" Stopping suddenly, Bill looked down into his beer can again. "Okay; so we traded off, and fucked our own daughters. It was great, and I blew off more jism than I thought I had, once I got it into Monica's tight pussy. And Chuck--well, he didn't want to turn his kid loose. They kept screwing until we had to call a halt and get home. Look, Regina--you started all this fucking around stuff, so don't get all pissed at me because I took it a step farther, just a logical step farther. And it's not like either of those girls were cherries; they sure as hell weren't. Monica bragged that she's been screwing for almost two years now." She said, "So has Dale--but he claims I'm the best piece of ass he ever had." For a long moment, her husband didn't say anything, didn't move a muscle as the information sank in. Then his fingers clenched on his beer can and he banged it hard upon the table top. "Son of a bitch! And here I thought I was getting a step ahead of you." His eyes found hers and clung. "Fucking your own son, are you? And the Carey kid, too?" "Him first, the way you screwed Judy Carey first. It's okay with Stella, though--she's made it with both the boys, too. I imagine that Dale is in his room now, breaking all the news to Monica, so the little bitch won't feel so superior." His head jerked up, "Now wait--" She said, "Oh, I meant bitch as a compliment. I'm not jealous of her; I'm intrigued. Dale and I were planning on your fucking her, so nobody would have to hide anything from anybody else. That goes for the Bakers, too. I'm glad you screwed both kids, darling, that you broke the ice--if that's the proper phrase--with your daughter. Now we can all ball together. Each of us has four to fuck." Bill said numbly, "You mean--Dale and Monica?" She laughed. "Why not? Does that smack of incest?" He shook his head. "Damned if I can understand anything that's going on. Just a few days ago, I had this kind of nice, sometimes sexy wife, and everything was going along--" "Boring as hell," she finished for him. "Bill Abbott--are you going to tell me you'd like to have your sex back the way it was?" He grunted, got up and popped the lids on two more beers. Handing her one, he said, "No way, baby. I never had so much fun in my whole life, and I'm not going to stop now." "Then what's the argument about Dale and Monica fucking each other?" He held up one hand. "The idea just shook me at first, that's all. Now I see that it's no different than me screwing her, or you laying him. You know, now that I think of it, it's a real wonder that the boy hasn't got into her pants before this. I've been thinking about fucking Monica for a long time, I just never had the guts to try." She finished her beer and stood up to plant a wet kiss on her husband's lips. "I told Dale that we'd be staying home tonight, and since Stella is probably going through a showdown scene of her own next door, no doubt the Bakers will be unavailable this evening. Now lover man, if you'll draw the curtains and lock the doors, and take the phone off the hook, I'll go up and tidy myself. Maybe I'll break up anything the kids have gotten started. That's because I want them fresh in an hour or so, as fresh as they can be, that is. The Abbott family is going to have an orgy all its own." His chuckle followed her up the stairs. She strode directly to her son's room and opened the door without knocking. They were on the bed, but rolled apart when they heard her come in. Dale was grinning, but Monica looked guilty. Regina said, "Sorry to intrude, kids--but since we have this party tonight--" Monica said sharply, "What party? I have something else in mind, and--" Clearly, Regina said it: "A fuck party. If you know of something better to do, please let me know. I'd like to join you." Her daughter gasped; her son laughed aloud and said, "See, Monica? I was going to tell you what a swinger mom is, too. While you were out making it with dad and Chuck. I was home screwing her." "I--I don't believe it!" Monica said in a shocked voice. "Tonight, I'll prove it," Regina said. "How about you two getting all showered and shaped up? I suggest the dress be scuffs and robes, with nothing underneath. You can get fucked by your brother then, dear--and have another go at your daddy." She left them then, smiling to herself at how Monica's feline air of superiority had been punctured. The girl had thought herself preferred over her mother, and had been feeling a bit smug about it. She'd feel better tonight, with a couple of drinks down her to numb any inhibitions she might have left over. When Monica learned how to be open, how to be free with her fucking, she'd be happier. The shower felt terrific, brightening and freshening her skin. The douche did something of the same for the inner woman, cleansing her of any lingering odor that might be offensive. Regina washed her hair and used a hand dryer on it, fluffing it out in a natural fall over her shoulders. She used a good perfume and picked her other good robe, the pale blue one that she could almost see through. Feeling wicked, she didn't use her scuffs, but chose instead a pair of the new wedgies with the high soles and outrageously tall heels. They made her legs appear even longer and slimmer, and she pirouetted before the mirror to watch them. For the first time, she thought of her daughter as she thought of Stella Baker. Would she, when the time came, make love to Monica, too? Regina wasn't sure about that, although the idea gave her hot tingles along her lower spine, Monica was a lovely, sensuous girl, young and new, and she shouldn't miss the tender ecstasy only another woman could show her how to share. Leaving the bathroom, Regina thought that could come later, if at all. Sharp waves of excitement rose in her belly as she walked downstairs, her thighs making soft, kissing noises when they touched in passing. She would certainly fuck both her husband and her son, perhaps changing off on them, and she might become involved with her daughter. It was going to be a highly interesting evening, she thought, and headed directly for the living room, for the little bar across one corner. As she walked over the carpet, she couldn't help flashing back to the glorious fuck scenes she had already experienced in this room, on the couch and on the carpet. But tonight would top them all. She had two tall pitchers of rum cokes mixed, and was adding lemon when Bill came into the room. He was wearing his terrycloth robe, she saw with satisfaction. He said, "Making them a little weak, for the kids?" Nodding, she pointed to one pitcher. "This one is; ours is double strength. They're a hell of a lot younger than we are, lover. We're going to need extra fuel, to keep up with them." Helping himself to a glass, Bill poured it full and dropped an ice cube into the mahogany-colored mixture. "Oh, I don't know about that. I've been doing pretty good, for an old man. You know, I had no idea that I could fuck for so long and for so many times running. It must be all the new cunt I'm getting. Not that yours is old, baby--I was just too used to it. Now it's thrilling for me again, like getting married to you all over again." "I know," she said. "I keep getting so excited that I can't stand still." There was a squeal upstairs, and as their heads swung toward the stairs, they saw Monica come flying down them with her brother in close pursuit. Giggling, they skidded to a stop in the living room, but not before Regina had caught a glimpse of her daughter's exposed crotch when the robe flared back. The girl had a beautiful mound, lightly haired in the color of her head, the shade of new honey. Her thighs were cunningly joined to her hips, in the precision work of a master jeweler; her tanned legs made the white strip around her lower belly more startling. "We got to kidding around," Dale grinned, "and she snapped me with her towel. Good thing she didn't hit where she was aiming, or I'd be out of action already." Bill had a tough time looking at his son, Regina noticed. He managed to smile, but it was weak around the edges. Monica no longer appeared to be sure of herself, so Regina took mercy and poured her daughter a weak drink. She pushed one across the little bar to her son, too. "Here's to something," Dale said, and took a big swallow. "Here's to us--and love," Monica said defiantly, and spoiled the effect by choking on her rum coke. "Let's all relax," Regina said. "We'll have a few drinks and loosen up, and then--" It worked out just as she imagined, because it only took a couple of drinks to stand Monica on her ear, and Dale was almost as giggly. But as he danced with his sister and her robe insisted upon slipping open so that he could rub his stiff cock against her receptive belly, he got more and more inflamed, so that his playing turned serious. Dropping her robe, Regina came around the bar to back in between her husband's legs. Bill couldn't shed his own robe fast enough, and she felt his erect prick shoved against her backbone. He cupped her tits and rolled the erectile nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, while his mouth worked hotly and damply at the base of her head, tickling the back of her neck. Her eyes were on their children, their kids turned sexy and suddenly ripe for the fucking. Dale's mouth fastened to his sister's, and his hands swept the robe from her shoulders, dropped it from her taut body to fall in a heap at her feet. Bill's harsh whisper hissed into Regina's ear: "There! Look at that beautiful little pussy, and wait until you see what she can do with it. That kid is going to get himself one fine piece of hot ass." She watched her son's prick stand out, saw the tell-tale diamond of pre-seminal fluid upon its tip, and thought that Dale wasn't the only one who'd get a fine screwing. Chapter 16 Dale wasted no more time. He forced his sister back and down, dropping her upon the couch with her fine legs flashing. Regina saw that her daughter had good, solid tits; they were a bit small but would grow, and their cute little nipples were quivering. Like her mother, Regina thought warmly--give the girl a prick rubbing against her belly, and she was ready for anything, anywhere. Indeed, Monica seemed to have forgotten there were on-lookers, she was so wrapped up in her brother. Her small hands were fluttering over his ass, and one of them found his hard cock. Dale said, "That's right, baby--squeeze it, feel my prick in your hand, because in just a minute, you're going to feel it in your little pussy." Head on the couch pillow, Monica simply arched her back and pulled him toward her spread thighs, holding him firmly by the shaft. "Direct little bitch, isn't she?" Bill asked, his breath stirring the short hairs at Regina's nape. "She's hot and hungry," Regina said. "You and Chuck stirred her up something fierce today, and now she's about ready to boil over. She's a very beautiful girl, Bill." Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits to suck on as she guided the head of his long, stiff prick into the squirming, humid mound. Shoving up against him, she made it easier for him to work his pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see the honey-haired labia stretching, coming elastically apart to allow entrance to the cockhead. "Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put it in me. I can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck me!" Bill stroked Regina's tits and she rolled her back into the flagpole of his cock. He said, "She sure sounds like her mother." Regina stared avidly at the young people, and saw her son's rigid prick slide into her daughter's pussy. It was a lovely, unforgettable sight, she thought, and one that she would forever treasure. She heard the gasp from Monica's lips, and the sigh of delight from Dale's open mouth. "They're fucking," she said softly aloud. "Our children are fucking each other, Bill. They're both so sweet, so luscious, that I could just eat them up." "And you probably will," he said. "But yes--I see what you mean, I'm not jealous of the boy. I want them both to be happy, to fuck until they come." Regina held to his thighs and wiggled her ass, her eyes glued to her kids as they screwed on the couch. Her husband couldn't take the teasing and great pressure any longer. Sliding off the barstool, Bill said: "I'll move the stool out a little, and you bend over it with your legs spread. I can get into you from behind. We can fuck while we watch the kids." Obediently, she followed his orders, positioning herself belly-down across the seat of the barstool, her tits hanging down, and her hands taking a brace upon the foot rungs. It was truly a passive, subjugated position, and she had an idea that she was going to like it very much. Across the room, Dale said, "Sister baby--oh shake that great ass! Grind your tight, hot cunt on me, sis! Take my prick up your pussy and fuck like a mink." Monica answered, "Drive it home, brother dear! Cram that meat deep into my vagina and fuck me so hard that I'll pass out!" Regina kept herself relaxed and soft, and knew a moment of impatience when her husband used his finger in her pulsing snatch, instead of his cock. But Bill did no more than feel into her juicy hole, before drawing his finger out again, and she wondered what the brief caress was all about. She was gazing entranced at her screwing children when he said down to her: "Something different this time, Regina. I'm using your cunt oils to grease the head of my dick, and you can feel where I'm putting what's left over--" She flinched as she felt his fingertip at her uptilted asshole, when she felt her own pussy lotion being smeared into the rim. Before she realized what her husband was up to, he set his cockhead in place. "Bill! Not in my ass! Wait a second--Bill--" He had one hand on the end of her spine, and was using the other to help his cock push. "Be quiet, Regina, and watch them fuck. You're going to get it up your ass, because I always wanted to, and there'll never be a better time than right now. Relax, and it won't hurt; my prick isn't all that big, and it's all greased up right now." She subsided, a strange new desire kindling within her body, remembering the fingers that had been shoved in her asshole while she was being screwed. That had felt good, and she wondered how much better a full-sized prick would be. Grunting, her eyelids fluttered and she clenched the stool rungs when he put it in her as gently as possible, but with all the force necessary to make his knob penetrate the tight ring of her greased anus. On the couch, Dale cried out: "Oh baby--oh wow! I'm going to come-- going to shoot off in your hot little crack, sis!" And his sister answered, "Oh-oh-OH! I'm coming, too--ah, your prick is hard and long--longer than my guy's shaft--not as big as Daddy's cock-- but crazy, crazy! Feed that meat to me, dear brother--ahhh!" Slowly, the head of her husband's prick made a passage into her asshole and Regina found that if she pushed back, she helped the ring expand to take him inside. Once the head had eased itself beyond the circle, it slipped suddenly into the tube beyond, and with one long, easy thrust, Bill Abbott buried his prick to the balls inside his wife's ass. Regina flinched and her belly went tight upon the bar stool cushion as a totally new sensation spread from her ass throughout her surprised vagina, as the wondrous feeling reached her clitoris and jolted it with an almost physical blow. She had a cock up her ass, and it was good. Gently, Bill moved back, and she moved for him, making a little circle with the cheeks of her ass, and in so doing, rubbed her snatch into the edge of the cushion. He stroked forward again, his tool filling and stretching the narrow sheath of her anus. She felt as if his prick were reaching all the way up into her belly, and thought wildly that when he came, the semen might very well explode up through her stomach and along her throat to shower from her open mouth. But she fucked him anyhow, taking care since he filled her so, knowing that she could easily tear the delicate tissues of her ass if she got too excited. And the very newness of what he was trying turned Bill on, the constriction of the rubbery sleeve around his embedded cock made him reach quickly for his mounting orgasm. He let it go into her asshole, flooded the tube with his sizzling come and collapsed forward upon her upturned buttocks. Bill was gasping and she thought that his climax must have been a tremendous one. She came close to hitting a crest of her own, but held off deliberately, since he stopped screwing her. When her eyes cleared, she saw that their kids were staring transfixed at what they had watched, a variation neither of them had ever attempted. Regina remained still until her husband backed his cock from her hole, drawing a trail of buttery liquid behind it. Then she swung herself erect with a feeling of triumph, because she had taken on a new dimension; she had experienced another kind of physical love, and now had touched just about all the bases. Turning back to the bar, she had two drinks in quick succession, and felt the hot jolt of them in her belly. Then walking to the center of the floor, she lay down and held up her arms to her son. "Ready to fuck your mother again, darling?" Dale moved toward her, tugging his sister by the hand. "Lie down beside mom," he commanded. "Dad can mount you, while I top Mother." Silently, Monica drifted down, and when her sleek young ass touched Regina's hip, their hands found each other. It was a comfort, Regina thought, a closeness finer than ever before. Bill came stiff-legged over to stand with his reddened shaft out before him, some of his come leaking from its tip. Only a sexed-up tangle like this, with his daughter and wife and son, could turn her husband onto another piece of ass so soon, Regina thought. And then the time for thinking was past. Her son climbed between her thighs and, without preliminaries, set the bulb of his greasy cock against the waiting lips of his mother's golden-haired pussy. Watching mesmerized, Bill Abbott saw his son slide a hard cock into his wife, saw his wife wiggle in far-out rapture as the rigid length of the boyish prick vanished into the wet gripping of her cunt. Robotlike, he went to his own knees, and his daughter stared up at him, at the glistening cock-head that had just been removed from her mother's hole. Regina saw them come together, watched with intense concentration as her husband pushed the head of that prick into her daughter's eager cleft, watched Monica's feet lift higher and higher until the toes were pointing at the ceiling. Bill's cock went in to the roots, and his hairy balls came to rest in the crack of his girl's shuddering young ass. Just then Monica squeezed her mother's hand, as if to say: mom, I've got your man's prick in me, and it's wonderful. But so was Dale's cock, moving impetuously within the steamy nest of his mother's aroused pussy, and Regina squeezed back, as if to say: I understand, and bless you. "Fuck me, Daddy," Monica breathed. Regina said, "Fuck me, son." Then they fell silent, the four of them moving sweetly together, sinuously together. Regina brushed her ass against her daughter's ass as she squirmed, and the contact seemed to bind them all even closer, to make a circle of them, so that their ecstasy was equally shared, so that their blissful fucking was spread throughout all their bodies at the same time. Lifting to one elbow, reaching her face up and over, Regina made it a more perfect circle by making contact with her husband. Their mouths met, and Bill's tongue began to plunge back and forth into her gasping mouth in just the manner that his prick was pumping in and out of his daughter's fine, clenching pussy. Dale continued to fuck, pounding his cock to the hilt with prideful thrusts that demonstrated to his father that he was just as much a man, that he could fuck his father's wife just as hard, just as pleasingly. Bill groaned against her teeth, and she sucked upon his tongue. From somewhere, a soft hand came to fondle one of her aching tits, and she thought the hand was Monica's. Violent forces raged within her vagina, and her clit was threatening to tear loose from its moorings. Regina hunched to her son's cock and let herself go completely. She would never know which of them reached the first orgasm. The tangle, the interweaving, was so blended that who came first did not matter. There were moanings and humpings, little glad cries of rapture and the panting sounds of lust run rampant. There were the noises a wetly hammering prick makes in a well-drenched pussy. There was a symphony of flesh upon flesh and the segue of skins. Regina came in a crazy kind of grabbing, kissing, wiggling. She felt hot semen spatter the length and breadth of her insanely aroused cunt, and she felt the slash of teeth as a man's mouth locked into her lip. She knew the grip of hands upon her tender boobs, and she threshed in an orgiastic voluptuousness that made her brain expand. Enmeshed in the tender trappings of legs and arms, held together by pricks and cunts and hands and mouths, they were, for an uncountable period of time, one object turned inanimate in the furnace of emotions that fused them. Slowly, regretfully, they came apart. When Regina got back to the world, she found herself looking up into the serious face of her daughter. "Mom," Monica said, "you're just boss, the very most. I love you so much." Weakly, Regina touched Monica's cheek. "I love you, dear. We all love each other now--deeply and fully. It's going to be wonderful around here from now on. You'll get an idea of just how wonderful, as soon as we all catch our breaths. I want you and me to make love, darling." Monica didn't hesitate. "Of course, mom." Regina let her hand drop. In a minute, she would sit up and have another drink to put more fuel in her tank, although she could probably run the rest of the night on her stored-up energy. She thought of the house across the yard, of four other people who were just as deliriously happy, who were exploring the heretofore forbidden mysteries of each other's bodies, breaking every taboo on the list, and reveling in the joy of the destruction. Stella and Chuck Baker; Carey and Judy Baker--four lovely, sensuous people--would now widen the circle of love to include the Abbotts. Idly, warmly, Regina wondered what it was going to be like to have eight naked people in one room, doing all sorts of exciting things. But that was for another time, she reminded herself, and opened her eyes to the now of her magically sensitized existence. She saw her son, his prick drooping only a bit--and her husband, with his cock bent in the middle, but only momentarily; she saw her lovely daughter, with the froth of semen gleaming on her pussy hairs. It was going to be a long night, Regina thought, and a happy one.