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IF YOU ARE UNDER 21 DELETE NOW.

Okay, I used content codes, but you'll probably find lots of other stuff 
in there besides those.  My basic rule is still: no snuff and no 
torture.  Everything else goes.

Remember UF means unfinished, so sorry to leave you hanging... ideas for 
continuing this story will be more seriously considered than the others, 
since I think there is lots of room for character growth/debasement.

Comments encouraged; flames deleted.

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Crawford Industries, Part 3
by Crystal Camry

  Emily Treville was furiously manipulating a spreadsheet
on her PC.  It was late Monday afternoon, and she was trying
to get a reasonable five year plan started for a spin-off
company of Crawford Industries.  Robert would then take it
and work his magic on the numbers.
  A young man was suddenly standing in front of her desk
and it made her jump slightly.
  "Oh, sorry to startle you like that," the handsome young
man said.
  Holding her hand delicately over her heart to calm
herself, Emily smiled.  "That's quite alright.  I just didn't
hear you walk up.  Can I help you?"
  "I'm Trent Dawson.  If Mr. Crawford is around, I'd like
to speak with him."  He switched his attach‚ case nervously
from hand to hand.
  She raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and asked,
"What is it concerning?"
  He shrugged.  "A job, I hope."
  She thought he was cute, but his slight build didn't really
do much for her.  He looked younger than he probably was. 
"But you don't have an appointment, do you?"  Emily made
all of Robert's appointments, but he occasionally arranged
things without telling her.
  Trent shook his head.  "I was hoping Mr. Crawford
might have a moment of free time this morning."
  Emily stood up and went to Robert's office door.  "Wait
here, Mr. Dawson."
  Trent ogled the receptionist's incredible body.  The black
beauty was wearing a short beige wrap-around skirt and a
filmy cream blouse.  He noticed her matching beige jacket
was draped over the back of her chair.
  Emily stood in front of Robert's desk.  He was on the
phone, listening intently.  She put her hands on the desk and
leaned in.  That got his attention and he begged a pause to the
party on the other end of the line.  "What is it, Emily?"
  "A Mr. Trent Dawson is here.  He's looking for work. 
I normally wouldn't bother you, but this kid is... well, he's
kind of cute and I thought I'd give him a shot."
  Robert smiled.  "Make him sweat for a while.  I'll call
him in after about an hour.  We'll see how serious he is."
  Emily nodded and left the room quietly.
  "Okay, Trent," she announced.  "Mr. Crawford will see
you today, but he's on a conference call right now, so you'll
have to wait.  It may be quite a while."  She guided him to a
chair across from her desk.  "Can I get you a coffee or
anything?"
  He had been nervously looking at the floor, but when his
eyes rose, they only got as far as Emily's generous chest.  He
was fixated there for a moment.  Then his eyes flashed back
to the floor.  "No thanks.  I'm fine."
  "I'm Emily Treville, by the way.  I'll put my jacket on if
it will make you feel more comfortable."  By saying that, she
was making Trent a little more nervous on purpose.  After all,
Robert wanted him to sweat.
  "I... I don't know what you mean."
  Emily giggled.  "It's okay.  I saw you staring."  She went
to retrieve her jacket from the back of her chair.  "I'll take it
as a compliment."
  Trent just gulped.  This was one strong woman.  Nothing
seemed to faze her.

  Colette couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day.  It
was not so much that she couldn't keep the specific images of
Jasmine out of her mind, although that was certainly true.  It
was more that she now realized how overwhelming her own
sexual urges were.  She had always been a little horny, staring
guys up and down, thinking about kinky things.  But now she
was acting on them.  She had succumbed to the sexual
advances of her younger brotherțand now to the unexpected
enticement of her best friend.
  Her pussy remained moist, and the best she could do
during the economics lecture was cross and uncross her denim
clad legs.  She kept looking down at the seam under her fly
to check for a stain.
  Finally her last class wrapped up and she almost sprinted
for her car.  One rather appealing young man, who looked
eager to talk to her, would have to wait until the next
economics lab, later that week.
  She drove straight over to the high school.  Wendy was
waiting where she normally did, although most often Anne
drove her two youngest daughters to school.  Colette cursed
the fact that it had been her mother's shopping day.  She
would have to wait that much longer to get home and diddle.
  "Hi," Wendy said as she climbed in.
  Colette started to pull away from the curb when she heard
her name and saw Peter running toward the car.
  She waited.  He climbed into the backseat and panted out
a hello.  "Thanks for waiting."
  She smiled at him in the rearview mirror as he caught his
breath.  "Are you out of shape?"
  "Yeah," Wendy piped up, "how come you're breathing so
hard?"
  He exhaled, whistling softly.  "No... I'm not out of
shape."
  "Well, I guess you can work out on Colette when you get
home," Wendy said sullenly.  Whenever she was alone with
them, she used the opportunity to remind them that she knew
their secret.
  "Shut up Wendy!" Peter said, still puffing.
  Colette just winked at Peter in the mirror.
  Wendy made a gagging sound.  "God, you guys make me
sick."
  Colette put a comforting hand on Wendy's thigh.  "I don't
know how you can resist him...  he's such a hunk."
  Peter reached over Wendy's seatback and clamped his
hands firmly onto her tits, giving them a vigorous squeeze. 
She squealed and struggled to get away.
  "Fuck off, Peter.  You're such a psycho."
  He laughed.  "Just checking out what I'm missing."
  Colette shook her head with a smile.  "We'll convince
you someday, Wendy."
  Still wary of Peter's roaming hands, she muttered, "Yeah,
when pigs fucking fly."  She gave her brother a warning glare
and settled back into her seat.  But she still felt the heat of his
hands on her breasts, and that heat spread unfettered to her
loins.  She willed the feeling to stop.

  Emily ushered Trent Dawson into Robert's office after
watching him sit nervously for almost two hours.  It was after
five.  She had expected to work late anyway, but had further
resolved to remain until Trent had safely secured his
interview, no matter how long it took.  He was so cute.
  Robert grilled Trent for a full hour on the finer points of
business and marketing.  Although nervous, he passed with
flying colours.  When Robert called Emily back in, he was
smiling.
  "Get Trent set up with a Human Resources appointment
in the morning.  We'll give him a shot in the telemarketing
division.  Walter's looking for an assistant now that Colette's
back in school."
  Robert shook Trent's hand and returned to the paperwork
on his desk.  Emily led Trent out.
  In the outer office, she smiled warmly. 
"Congratulations."
  "Uh... thanks."  Trent shuffled on his feet nervously.

  Peter and Colette secluded themselves in his bedroom. 
She was stretched out sensuously on the bed, head propped up
on one hand so her long blonde hair flowed down and pooled
graciously on the bedspread.
  Peter was slumped in his desk chair, idly switching
channels on the TV.  He somehow felt uncomfortable knowing
that Colette probably wanted to have sex with him.  He
thought it was best to let her initiate it this time.
  She did.
  "Peter, have you fucked Sarah in the ass yet?"
  He shook his head.  "Nah, we haven't seen much of each
other lately."  His cock hardened as he thought about it.
  "Well hurry up and do it.  I want you to know what
you're doing when I let you do it to me for the first time."
  His eyebrows flew up and she giggled at his reaction.
  "Come on, Peter, you know I want to let you do anything
you want.  I mean, look at that day in the washroom.  I've
never peed with a guy like that before.  You wanted me to so
I did it."  Then she laughed.  "What a mess.  Next time we'll
do it in the bathtub, or outside or something."
  "Shit!" he exclaimed, a little at a loss for words.
  "That too if you want," she quipped, grinning evilly.
  Peter grinned back and said, "Imagine if Wendy knew
about the way we talk!"
  Colette laughed.  "She'd have a heart attack!"
  Suddenly Peter turned serious.  "Do you fuck other
guys?"
  She looked at her brother and wondered what he was
getting at.  Could he actually be jealous?  "Why, Peter?"
  He shrugged.  He wanted to imagine another guy dipping
into his beautiful sister.  Lately he'd been reflecting more and
more on how Albert's cock had looked and tasted, and
imagining it sliding into the moist folds of Colette's cunt.  "I
was wondering..."
  Since he didn't elaborate further, Colette nodded
cautiously.  "Sure.  I mean, you didn't think I'd only do it
with my brother, did you?  It's not like we could get married
some day."
  "No no no... I'm not jealous."  He grinned.  "I was
thinking about other guys fucking you, that's all.  You
know... taking different cocks."
  She squinted at him, gauging the sincerity of his response. 
Then she bolted up off the bed and wagged a finger at him. 
"Wait right there."
  She returned in a moment, and handed him a videcassette. 
"Put this on," she said, settling back on the bed again.
  Peter smiled, knowing now that his sister had been
collecting her own little private video library too.  He pushed
the tape into the VCR and pushed Play.
  After a few seconds, the screen was filled with Colette's
smiling face.  The shot opened up and revealed that she was
sitting on the edge of a bed, wearing a filmy black babydoll
set.  Her nipples were wonderfully apparent under the gauzy
fabric.  Peter felt his dick pulse.

  Anne had walked around in a bit of a daze all day, and
she was surprised when the three oldest kids arrived home
from school.  She had accomplished none of the shopping she
had intended to do.  Every moment had been filled with
bizarre fantasies involving either her brother, her father, or
her son.  After all, the three men had recently seemed
attracted to her in a new way.  But she reasoned that it was
likely just her own imagination.
  All her father had done was expose himself to her.  Peter
had spoken rather openly about sex, but not to the point of
being outrageous.  It was Daniel who had actually fondled her
and complimented her on her looks.  Nevertheless, there was
an undercurrent of sexuality in her family that had not been
there just a few weeks ago.
  Then there was Robert's continuing dalliances with
various women, most recently her sister.  That was merely
more fantasy material for Anne, not a cause for jealously.
  The telephone shook all of the lusty thoughts out of her
mind.  She answered on the second ring.
  "Hi mom."  It was Diana.
  "Hi sweetheart.  What's up?"
  Diana sighed audibly.  "You didn't remember my
cheerleader tryout did you?"
  She had forgotten, but Anne defended herself: "They start
that stuff on the very first day after summer?"
  "Football starts right away too.  Anyway, can you pick
me up?"
  "Okay.  Uh, can you wait a while for me to get ready? 
Then I'll take you out to dinner."  Anne felt bad about
forgetting Diana's tryout.  She was trying to make it up to
her.
  "Really?"  Diana sounded excited.
  Smiling, Anne confirmed her idea.  "Yeah, we'll do some
shopping and catch a movie too if you want.  We'll be home
by midnight so you can get some sleep before school
tomorrow."
  "Sounds great, Mom."  Then her voice indicated
disappointment again, "But I just have my jeans and a
sweater.  What are you wearing?"
  Anne pondered.  "I was going to wear my miniskirt and
a blouse.  But we can buy you an outfit before we get too
far."
  "Okay," Diana sounded appeased, "see you soon."

  Anne pulled into the parking lot and Diana hopped in the
car.
  Each was struck by the other's appearance.
  Anne couldn't believe how mature her 13 year-old
daughter looked even in jeans.  She was developing quite a
womanly figure.
  And Diana couldn't believe how young her mother
looked.  When she had mentioned the miniskirt on the phone,
Diana had rolled her eyes, thinking her mother was trying too
hard to stay young.  But she had pulled it off.  Diana started
to believe that her mother could pass as her older sister, but
then realized the small lines in her face might betray the truth. 
Still, Mom's flawless legs and firm breasts made her outfit
pleasing to any eye.
  "Why don't you wear another button undone, Mom?" 
Diana indicated the front of Anne's blouse as they drove
away.
  Anne looked at her daughter out of the corner of her eye. 
"Do you think so?"
  "Yep."  She reached over and unbuttoned it for her. 
"There that's better."
  Anne looked down and saw more of her own milky
cleavage.  It looked great.  "Thanks, sweetheart."  Anne
smiled over at Diana and perused the rise in her sweater. 
"You know, you're getting quite a figure on you yourself."
  Diana suppressed a giggle.  Her parents approached
things so differently.  Just a few weeks ago, her father had
called her a bitch then given her a speech about being called
a cunt.  Now her mother referred to her blossoming tits as her
`figure'.  "Geez, Mom, how can you stand the way Dad talks? 
He'd just say something about how my tits were getting
bigger."
  Anne laughed.  "Well, he is kind of crude sometimes.  I
wasn't just talking about your tits anyway.  I saw your hips
and your ass in those jeans.  In that pair, even your crotch is
more like a woman's and less like a little girl's."  Then Anne
wondered just how liberal Robert was with the kids.  She
remembered him winking at her when he spread Diana's
buttocks apart in the RV.  "Does Daddy ever... touch you?"
  Diana shrugged.  "Not really.  He brushes against me
sometimes.  And I've seen him staring.  But I wish... I mean,
no he doesn't."
  Anne realized Diana was almost disappointed that Robert
didn't try caressing her.  "Were you going to say you wish he
did?"
  Diana smiled at her mother; her eyebrow rose wickedly. 
"Well, it wouldn't be so bad.  I know he touches Colette
sometimes."
  This came as a shock to Anne.  She had known that
Colette and Robert shared something special, but she had
assumed it was related to her interest in the business.  "How
do you mean?"
  Shrugging, she hesitated.  "Well... I don't see him do
anything major, but I saw him pat her butt once.  And he puts
his hand on her leg a lot.  But he never does that to me or
Wendy."
  "And you wish he would?"
  Diana studied her mother before answering.  She decided
that there was no malice in the question.  "Yes.  Just a little. 
I know he loves me, but he could show it a little more... a lot
more."
  Anne chose that moment to hint about Robert's perversion
towards little girls.  "Your father loves young girls.  If you
asked him to, he'd touch you all the time.  Would you want
him to... I don't know... fondle you?"
  Her mother's discomfort was amusing.  Diana nodded. 
"Like squeezing my tits or putting his hand between my legs?"
  "Yeah."  Anne was shaking a little with the lusty nature
of the conversation.  She concentrated on driving as best she
could.
  "Sure, if he wants.  Would you mind, Mom?"
  Anne shook her head.  "Not at all.  I know how your
father gets after he gets worked up by a little girl."
  "You mean he gets horny?"
  "Yes... and he, well... he fucks me better."  Anne
glanced at Diana to see if she had shocked her.  Nothing was
registered on her daughter's face except amusement.
  In fact it was Anne who was shocked when Diana said,
"Yeah, but what if I let him fuck me instead?"
  After the initial shock wore off, Anne noticed an impish
look on her daughter's face and believed Diana was merely
joking.  She shook a playful finger at her daughter.  "You'd
better not!"
  They laughed together.  "Okay, Mom.  I won't."
  But they both knew that the seed of an idea had been
planted and each was concerned about the implications for the
future.

  "My asshole hurts," the young boy complained to
Benjamin Peel as the older man zipped up his fly.
  Benjamin winked at the kid, who lay uncomfortably on
his side on Benjamin's office couch.  He was naked from the
waist down, stroking a semi-stiff prick for Benjamin's
enjoyment.  "Sorry about that, Quint.  I guess I jammed it in
a bit quicker than I meant to."
  Quint grimaced a little and sat up.  He felt the freshly
deposited semen start to leak out of his anal opening.  "It's
okay, Mr. Peel.  I shouldn't have asked you to do it. 
Blowjobs are a lot easier."
  They had met the day before in the lobby of Bejamin's
office.  Coincidentally they'd met again a few minutes later in
the men's washroom and Benjamin had noticed Quint looking
over the side of the urinal at his piss-spurting cock.  Benjamin
had returned the look with a smile.  Then he'd invited Quint
out for beers.
  Through the course of the night, Benjamin had learned
that Quinton was only fourteen years old.  Allison had served
him the beers without a second glance, of course, but
Benjamin was quite sure that any waitress would have.  The
lad exuded maturity.
  When Quint stood up to retrieve his jeans, Benjamin
noted the stain on his leather couch and realized the boy was
now exuding something else entirely.
  "You'll leak for a while... out your ass I mean,"
Benjamin explained.  "But the pain will go away soon
enough."
  Quint smiled, wriggling his hips around in the loose
denim pants.  "It is already.  I'd better get back to my aunt's
house.  Thanks for the beers and... the other stuff.  Are you
going to call me about that job for my brother?"
  "Show me his resume and I'll seriously consider it,"
Benjamin said.  "What was his name?  Trent?"
  "Yep... Trent Dawson.  He's a super keener.  You won't
be disappointed."
  Benjamin looked up and down Quinton's young body.  "Is
he gay too?"
  Quint smiled and shrugged.  "I don't think so.  But give
him a chance... he's a pretty open-minded guy."

  Anne wandered the aisles of Cleo's, an upscale fashion
emporium in the heart of downtown.  Diana was a few steps
ahead, tugging dresses and blouses off the rack and replacing
them in disapproval.
  They had been at it for twenty minutes when Anne finally
asked: "What exactly are you looking for?"
  Her daughter shrugged.  "Something like you're
wearing."
  Anne glimpsed herself in the mirror.

  Colette's movie debut had featured a young man crawling
on top of her and determinedly pumping away.  The camera
was pinned uncreatively on a tripod across the room, and left
most of the action to Peter's fertile imagination.  Still, Peter
was impressed because of the intimate nature of the tape and
the fact that his sister had chosen to share it with him.
  The tape ended rather unexpectedly, the images replaced
by electronic snow.
  "He didn't even cum on you," Peter remarked.  He had
seen enough porno movies that he was quite surprised by the
lack of ejaculate.
  She giggled.  "He came inside me.  Couldn't you tell?"
  "Not really.  It was pretty bad lighting and the camera
angle was... well it looked like a security surveillance
camera."
  "Boy, you sound like an expert.  I suppose you would do
it better."  She crossed her arms over her beautiful breasts and
waited for an answer.
  "Easy."  Hands on hips signalled his bravado.
  "Come here you!" she tugged at him happily.  He fell on
top of her on the bed.  With her nose touching Peter's,
Colette asked, "If you're such a little moviemaker, why didn't
you let me do a hot scene with Albert and Diana that day?"
  "We can't do that... Diana's not old enough.  And
Albert... well we had just, I mean me and him had... you
know."  Peter started blushing.
  His sister patted his butt with both hands.  "Swapped
cum?" she giggled.  "Besides, Diana's plenty old enough. 
Have you seen the sultry bod she's getting lately?"
  "She's still only thirteen.  She doesn't know what to do
with it yet."
  Colette shrugged.  She wondered why she was trying to
convince Peter about Diana's sexual ability.  Then she realized
she was still looking for a co-conspirator.  She needed to be
able to talk to someone other than Peter about her incestuous
liaison.
  Although Peter managed to work his hand under her shirt
and squeeze her tits playfully, Wendy called them for dinner
before they had a chance to do anything else.  But they both
enjoyed the time spent simply talking to each other.

  Anne lay in bed that night waiting for her husband to
finish his last business call of the day.  She was absently
strumming her fingers across her clit, the crotch of her silk
teddy stretched to one side to provide access.  Every once in
a while, she'd run her other hand over her silk-encased tits as
well.  Her hardened nipples made little tents in the teddy's
fabric.
  When she heard Robert coming up the stairs, she forced
herself to stop and pulled the sheet up over herself.
  "Goddamn Tigress Industries," he muttered, "ever since
that party they think they can push us around.  I have to ask
Colette if she made some sort of promise to them that I don't
know about."
  "Relax sweetheart," Anne cooed.  "Don't let them get to
you.  I'm sure, from everything you told me, Colette handled
herself in a very professional way."
  Robert smiled and sat on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. 
"Yeah, you're right.  Apart from the fact that she was the best
looking bitch in the room, she really did well."
  Anne smirked at his crude reference to their daughter. 
"You certainly appreciate our beautiful daughters don't you?"
  He frowned confusedly at his wife.  "I love them... what
do you mean?"
  "I mean you see that they're women as well as your
kids... even little Diana is becoming quite a temptress."
  "You're right about that.  I got quite an eyeful at her
gymnastics class."
  "Lori Ames is such a stupid cunt.  I can't believe she let
you peep on the little girls."  She shook her head.
  Robert laughed.  "What's wrong with that?  I got off on
it."
  Anne scrunched up her mouth.  "I know you little
pervert."  She tugged at the sides of his face as if she were
talking to a puppydog.
  Robert made a hoarking noise deep in his throat and
raised one eyebrow in a warning.  Anne sensuously opened
her mouth, tongue out, her eyes daring him to go ahead and
spit.  He laughed and swallowed his saliva.
  "Why didn't you spit at me?" Anne asked quietly.
  "You don't deserve it," he said.
  She smirked at him and "Well you don't deserve to fuck
me tonight either..."  She rolled over and mashed her head
into her pillow, back to him.
  He laughed and got undressed.  "No big deal, baby.  I'm
sure there will be hungrier pussy waiting at the office
tomorrow."
  "You're a cruel, cruel man.  But I love you."  Anne fell
asleep thinking about her husband fucking several different
beautiful women.  Her fingers were stroking her clit as she
drifted off.

  Colette cursed when she slammed off the alarm beside her
bed and realized it said 9:30.  She had meant to set it for
8:30.  Now she would have to go without a shower and
breakfast to make her 10 o'clock class.
  Almost as soon as she hauled her naked form out of bed,
Diana came barging in, shouting, "What's going on, Col? 
You were supposed to drive me to the doctor."
  Diana's eyes quickly flashed over her older sister's
incredible body, and she felt a pang of envy.
  Colette swore again and did her best to smile at Diana. 
"I'll just throw on some clothes... looks like I'll miss my first
class."
  "My appointment's for quarter to ten," Diana explained.
  Dr. Cochrane's office was ten minutes away in good
traffic, so they still had a chance.  Colette snapped on a bra
and stepped into some panties.  Then she threw on a sweat
shirt and a pair of jeans.  She ran a brush through her hair
and tugged on her jogging shoes.
  Diana shook her head in disbelief.  Colette looked
marvellousțas if she had spent time getting ready.  Her
oldest sister awed her.
  As they drove towards Dr. Cochrane's, Colette asked,
"Are you going for a female thing?"
  Diana nodded.  "Yeah, I'm getting checked out since I
just started getting my period."
  Colette smiled.  "Well just lie back and relax.  Dr.
Cochrane's a really nice guy."  Colette recalled her last visit
when the middle-aged doctor had been trying unsuccessfully
to hide his substantial hard-on under his labcoat.
  "Do you think he likes examining girls?" Diana asked, as
if she had felt Colette's lustful energy.
  Colette parked in front of the doctor's office.  "I know he
does.  Just do what he says.  He's a bit of an old pervert, but
he's harmless."
  Diana laughed and kissed Colette goodbye.  "Thanks for
the ride, Col.  See ya."

  Inside, Diana waited in the outer room with an elderly
woman and a young man.  They were obviously not together,
but the young man kept smiling at the old lady.  She looked
nervous.
  When Diana was called in by the nurse, the young man's
eyes followed her lithe form all the way down the hall.  She
realized her tight jeans and t-shirt must have been quite a
sight.  Although she was wearing a bra, she looked down to
notice the sexy bounce in her nubile breasts.  It made her a
little less envious of Colette's perfect body.
  The nurse, a woman in her late twenties, asked Diana a
few questions and left her alone in an examining room.  There
were two chairs, a desk, and the forbidding examining table. 
Diana grinned to herself when she saw the stirrups, which
were folded discreetly out of the way.
  Dr. Samuel Cochrane came in and sat in the chair at the
desk.  He hadn't looked at her yet, and seemed to be a very
gruff old man.  Diana didn't even remember the last time she
had seen him.
  "Okay Miss... uh..." he looked at her file "Crawford?" 
His eyes peered in surprise over his half-frame glasses.  "Are
you Colette's little sister?"
  "Yes sir."  She posed cheerfully on the edge of her chair. 
In that position, in her tight cotton t-shirt, her tits thrust
provocatively toward the doctor.
  Looking back at the file, Sam muttered, "So I see."  Then
he cleared his throat and asked, "So what can I do for you
today?"
  "Well, Doc, I need to get my... well I started having my
period, so my mom said I should come and... you know... get
checked out."
  He huffed.  "We'll take a quick look at your vagina... 
yes, we can certainly do that."
  "Should I take off my clothes?"
  Sam looked at her with a squint.  "I normally call in the
nurse at this point..."  He reached for the phone and punched
one button.  "Tracey, could you come in please?"
  In an instant the nurse came in and stood beside the
examining table.  She looked bored, as if she'd done this
hundreds of times.
  "Little Diana here," the doctor explained to Nurse
Tracey, "has started menstruating.  She's here for a general
gynecological checkup."
  Tracey was smiling now.  "Oh, well congratulations,
Diana.  Getting your first period is a big step towards
womanhood."
  Doctor Cochrane looked over his glasses at Diana and
asked: "Are you sexually active yet, Diana?"
  She looked embarrassed and a little confused.
  Tracey interjected.  "He means going all the way... not
just blowjobs and stuff."
  Visibly relieved, Diana smiled and shook her head.  "Oh
no... I'm not active like that."
  The doctor shifted on his seat, leaning towards Diana. 
"But you do other things with boys?"
  Tracey rolled her eyes.  The doctor was such an old-
fashioned man.  She knew he was only curious about Diana's
sexual antics, and had no real medical concerns about them. 
She translated once again: "Do you suck guys off?"
  Diana looked from the doctor to the nurse and then
dejectedly down at the floor.  She nodded slightly.  Now it
wasn't just a secret between her and Peter.  If the family
doctor knew, she was sure her mother would soon know.
  Sam cleared his throat again; he shifted in his seat and
tried to ignore the stirring of lust in his trousers.
  Tracey scowled at the doctor for an instant.  She had seen
him get horny before during examinations, but never with a
girl this young.  Yet Tracey herself noticed the sexy firmness
of Diana's body.  She really couldn't blame the poor old guy. 
She also realized that Diana was oblivious to the doctor's
discomfort and lusty gaze.
  "Do you want to take off your clothes now please?"
Tracey asked softly.
  Diana smiled nervously and stood up in front of them.
  "You can go behind the screen if you want," Doctor
Cochrane suggested.
  Tracey was a little disappointed that the doctor had not
made Diana treat them to a bit of a striptease, but she realized
that Sam was valiantly trying to squelch his lust.
  Moments later the blushing girl reappeared from behind
the screen.  She held her hands coyly over her pubic area,
leaving her incredibly nubile breasts open to inspection.
  "You have a lovely body," Tracey said quietly, but
knowing Doctor Cochrane could hear.
  "Yes... lovely," the doctor muttered, surprising Tracey,
who knew that Sam tried hard to remain composed and
dispassionate during these examinations.  "Can you get up on
the table, Miss Crawford?"  The doctor motioned to the
examining table and then took a pair of rubber gloves out of
a large box beside the room's sink.
  Sam's erection had intensified as soon as Diana had
walked out from behind the screen, but it literally throbbed
now as the prospect of touching the young girl drew nearer. 
He tried to think of malpractice insurance premiums to lose
his erection.  Nothing worked.
  Diana's tits still held their budding freshness.  The
aureolae formed mounds on the top of her breasts, sloping up
to the tip of her nipples.  Sam loved that feature of newly
blossoming bodies.

  After much coaxing from Sarah, Wendy finally decided
to go out for the cheerleading squad.  She hated the idea of
prancing around in a skimpy costume to encourage rowdy fans
and sweaty football players.  But she knew it would be a boost
to her social life at Elmwood High.
  "The fucking principal is out watching again," Sarah
muttered as they went past the gym towards the changeroom.
  "I hear he's a total pervert," Wendy whispered.  "Sally
Critchfield was in for a remedial math class and Mr. Burns
slipped his hand under her skirt.  She said he actually stuck
his fingers right in her pussy."
  Sarah's eyes widened.  "Wasn't she wearing panties or
what?"
  Shrugging, Wendy said, "Yeah... I guess he moved them
out of the way."
  "Yeah... I think Sally is full of shit."
  They went into the changeroom and were greeted the
noise of twelve giggling teenage girls.
  "Sally!" Sarah called from across the room.  Wendy
blushed when she realized what was coming.  "I hear Mr.
Burns has really stinky fingers after your visit with him."
  Sally flashed Wendy a look of hatred and called back,
"Well, they don't stink as much as they would if he fingered
you!"
  The other girls fell silent.  This sounded serious.
  "Fuck off, Sally," Sarah yelled.  "You're lying and you
know it."
  Sally pulled her uniform sweater over her head and
stomped over to Sarah.  She hissed: "You don't know
anything.  He really did finger me and he's always feeling my
tits and pawing me..."
  Seeing that Sally was on the verge of tears, Sarah eased
up.  "Okay, okay.  So you probably did get a little finger
action from Mr. Burns.  It couldn't have been that bad.  Did
it hurt or something?"
  Wendy couldn't believe what her friend was suggesting:
that it was okay for the principal to molest the female
students.
  Sally looked around cautiously, then smiled at Sarah.  "It
wasn't so bad I guess.  He knew more about what to do than
Tony."
  The two girls, a moment ago ready to scratch each other's
eyes out, giggled together and started whispering.  They had
both dated Tony Pizora, so they had notes to compare.
  Wendy shook her head and wondered if everyone was as
perverted as her brother and sister.

  Diana was lying back naked on the examining table. 
Tracey was smiling to herself that the doctor had neglected to
offer the girl a gown.  The nurse felt her own pussy dampen
at the prospect of Diana's intimate examination.
  "Feet up in the stirrups please, Miss Crawford," the
doctor instructed.
  Diana looked down over her nubile torso to see Dr.
Cochrane smiling up at her, framed by her own sleek thighs. 
She smiled thinly back and hesitantly raised her feet into the
stirrups.  Diana watched the doctor's expression change as his
eyes dropped to her unfolding vagina.  He seemed positively
delighted at the sight.  Diana felt queasy.
  Tracey looked over Dr. Cochrane's shoulder and
exclaimed: "My what a pretty little pussy!"
  The doctor flashed his nurse a scornful look and then
smiled at Diana.  "I'm going to insert my finger and palpate
inside your vagina.  And if you don't mind I think we'll do a
rectal exam too."
  Diana smiled feebly back and closed her eyes.  As
uncomfortable as the situation was, she sensed a quiver that
usually meant sexual arousal.  The nurse's comment about her
pussy actually made her feel better, even though it was rather
crude and unexpected.
  Tracey watched Dr. Cochrane slip his gloved finger into
the pretty young girl's cunt.  He stroked it in and out; by the
fourth stroke, Tracey realized the doctor was not really
palpating anything, but simply fingering Diana for the fun of
it.  She was standing close enough to feel the doctor's body
heat, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear: "You're being
naughty, doctor."
  He harumphed and removed his finger, throwing a scowl
towards his nosy nurse.
  Undeterred, Tracey put her lips right on her boss's ear
and whispered: "Are you going to finger her asshole now
too?"
  The doctor's frown became more pronounced as he tried
to chastise Tracey for her crudeness, knowing all the while
that he himself was stepping over the line.  But he felt
Tracey's closeness, and knew her perverted and lusty nature
from past incidents.  Finally Dr. Cochrane winked at Tracey
and pressed his gloved digit against the girl's rectum.
  "Okay, Diana," he said soothingly, "I'm going to insert
my finger into your anus.  Try to relax.  Are you ready?"
  Diana looked a little concerned, but she nodded and tried
to smile.
  Sam shoved his finger into Diana's tight little butthole
without much preliminary probing.  And he relied on Diana's
own vaginal juices for lubricant.  This roughness elicited at
squeal from the girl and a sympathetic "Ooo" from Tracey.
  "I know how that feels," the nurse said quietly to Diana. 
"But don't worry: it gets better."
  Diana concentrated on the unfamiliar feeling in her ass. 
She knew about anal sex and had often wondered exactly what
it would be like.  But, unlike some of her friends at school,
she had never even experimented by fingering her own anus. 
She had certainly never let someone else finger her there.

  Colette decided to drop by her father's office the
following day after her last class.  She still needed to check
with Walter Hopewell about a few administrative items in
telemarketing.
  Colette walked confidently into the telemarketing bullpen. 
Her large breasts bounced conspicuously in her cotton blouse. 
Her sleek hips, crotch, and ass were encased in faded denim. 
Either one of these features would have garnered enough
attention, but her strikingly beautiful face clinched the deal. 
Every eye in the room followed her to Walter's office.
  The man behind the desk was a weasel-faced man in his
mid-forties.  He was quite short in stature and slightly
balding.  Despite all those points against him, Colette was
very much attracted to his personality, and occasionally over
the past summer had fantasized about him.
  Colette smiled and Walter stood to greet her.  Instead of
her normal handshake, Colette gave Walter a hug.
  He seemed a little flustered, but smiled and offered her a
seat.  "Uh, do you miss this place or something, Colette?"
  She nodded.  "It's been a week and a bit and it seems like
I've been gone for much longer."
  "Well, we miss you too.  Trent is a great guy, but
nothing compared to you."
  Colette looked around to see if she could spot the new
hire.  Her father had told her about Trent this morning and he
sounded like a perfect replacement for her.  She just hoped
she'd be able to get her job back next summer.
  Walter was still talking.  She heard him say, "...and
certainly nothing to look at."
  "What was that?"  She was convinced Walter had given
her a compliment, but she had missed it.
  Walter blushed.  "You mean I finally get up the courage
to say something and you didn't hear me?  I was just
commenting on how fabulous you always looked when you
worked here."
  Aha! she thought.  Walter had noticed and was
complimenting her.  Perhaps he wasn't gay after all, as she
had often suspected.
  "Well, thank you Walter."
  "It's not just me, you know."  He leaned down to whisper
in her earțand sneak a whiff of her wonderfully fresh scent. 
"I overheard the guys in the washroom one day.  They are the
horniest bunch and you were the topic of discussion."
  Colette smiled.  "Tell me more, Walter!"
  He blushed a little more.  "I can't get into the detailsț"
  "Yes you can!  Tell me everything."  She shifted in her
seat and eagerly looked into his eyes.  "Everything," she
warned.
  He cleared his throat.  "Well, they commented on certain
parts of your anatomy... and things they'd like to do with
you."
  She scowled at him.  "You mean they liked my hair and
they'd like to take me out to dinner and a movie?"  Then she
smiled, "Come on, Walter.  We're buds, right?  Tell me what
they really said."
  Although they had never talked intimately before, Walter
was galvanized by her reference to their friendship, and he
opened up right away.  "Your breasts were the main topic. 
Do you know what a pearl necklace is?"
  She snickered... of course I know, I'm a slut, she
thought.  But she decided to play dumb.  "I always thought I
looked good in pearls."
  Walter shook his head.  "Not this kind.  This is when a
guy... humps you between your breasts and then... emits all
over your chest and neck."  He looked positively sorry to
have to tell her such shocking details.
  Colette licked her lips.  It was sub-conscious, but she
immediately realized how it looked to Walter.  She played up
on it.  "Wow, that sounds very... kinky."  She could think of
far kinkier things, but it seemed like a good description for
Walter's benefit.
  He cracked a smile.  "You almost sound like you'd enjoy
that."
  She shrugged.  "Cum all over me?  Like I said: it sounds
interesting."

  Doctor Crawford had been sliding his finger in and out of
Diana's asshole for quite some time.  The girl was
unsuccessfully suppressing her moans, which encouraged the
doctor even more.
  The nurse whispered to her boss, "I'm going to grab a
feel of those cute little tits of hers."
  Before he could forbid her with a whisper, Tracey moved
to the top of the examining table and said, "I'm going to feel
your breasts now Diana.  I'm feeling for any abnormalities."
  Diana, already buzzing from the unfamiliar stimulation in
her rectum, simply nodded and waited for more sensations.
  Tracey roughly grabbed the girls' tits, squeezing the
nipples and pulling them up.  "Say, Doc, look at these little
girl titties.  Very healthy."
  Diana frowned for a moment at the nurse, but then arched
her back and groaned.  The treatment Tracey was giving her
breasts was identical to most of her sexual encounters with
boys at her school.  Rough and merciless, yet still designed to
elicit a lustful response.
  "Are they okay?" Diana asked the nurse.
  "They're great," Tracey answered, gently stroking the
skin which she had just been pulling on.  

  After calming Walter down and treating him to a hug
goodbye, Colette went off to visit her father's office.  Emily
wasn't in the outer office, so Colette strode confidently to the
door marked Robert Crawford, President and CEO.
  But she froze with her hand on the doorknob when she
heard a faint scream from within the office.  A little
frightened by what she might find, she opened the door just a
crack to see what was going on inside.
  She saw Emily standing against the mirrored wall.  Her
father's administrative assistant was wearing a leather choker
and black silk panties.  Her beautiful black body was
otherwise uncovered.  Colette gulped in surprise, but
immediately felt her pussy juice up.
  Reflected in the mirrored wall was an even more
staggering sight.  Her father was mounting a naked young
black girl from behind.  He was wearing his business suit, but
the motions of his hips and the occasional glimpse in the
mirror confirmed for Colette that he had his cock buried in
the girl.  And the girl was no older than 14.  Her little breasts
hardly jiggled with each vigorous thrust from behind.
  But the dialog that Colette could now hear told even more
of the story.
  "Fuck her," Emily was coaxing quietly.  "Fuck the little
slut in that dirty black asshole of hers."
  "Yessss," the sultry youngster hissed.  "In my assss." 
She looked agonized by the vicious thrusts, but continued to
encourage them.
  So her daddy was fucking this little girl in the ass, Colette
mused.  Who would ever have thought?  And Emily being in
on it was quite a revelation too.
  Colette had long known that her father was not one
hundred percent faithful to her mother, but she had no idea
that his dalliances were so extreme.
  Despite the shock to her system, Colette's pussy was
sopping wet.  She looked down and saw that this time there
really was a small stain.  It was the first time she had actually
soaked through her jeans.
  Colette went to the outer door and locked it.  She put a
chair under the doorknob just to be extra sure.  She didn't
want to make the same mistake that her father had just made.
  She went back to spy through the crack in the door.
  Emily was no longer standing in view, but Colette could
still see all three participants clearly in the mirror.
  And she could hear them.
  "Is her asshole just as tight and hot as I promised,
Robert?" Emily asked.
  Over the whimpers and groans of the young girl, Colette
could barely make out her father's reply.  "Yvette's a hot little
bitch, that's for sure."
  Now Colette knew the girl's name.  But she had no idea
who she was.
  Emily started spanking Colette's father on each stroke
out.  She used her open hand to criss-cross his buttocks with
red marks.  The smacking sound echoed sharply.
  "You're a very bad boy, Robert.  You're a nasty man for
hurting my little cousin's ass like this.  Bad boy.  Bad boy. 
Bad boy."  With each repetition came another smack.  And
now Colette knew that the girl was part of Emily's family.
  "Ungh..." Colette's father grunted as he pulled completely
out of the tight opening.  "Make her lick her shit off my
cock."
  "Yvette."  Emily grabbed the girl roughly by the chin. 
"You've made a mess of this nice man's prick.  I want you to
clean him up."
  When Yvette turned around, she looked close to tears, but
she said nothing as she tentatively snaked her tongue towards
Robert's slimy dick.  Before she made contact with the
obscenely pulsating tube, her head quivered with revulsion and
Colette thought the kid was going to puke.  But once she
licked at it a few times, it was as if she realized that the taste
wasn't as bad as she had expected.  She eventually worked up
to an enthusiastic slurping of the ass-streaked pole.
  When her cousin revealed that she was actually enjoying
herself again, Emily began spanking the young girl.  She did
not strike quite as hard as she had for Robert, but the girl's
slim buttocks quickly darkened with the mistreatment.
  "You're a filthy girl, Yvette.  Gobbling up all that dirty
ass-juice from his prong.  You're disgusting.  Disgusting. 
Disgusting."  Again, the repeated words were punctuated with
a smack.
  Colette could stand it no longer.  She unzipped the fly of
her jeans and shoved one hand into her panties.  She roughly
diddled her clit and slid her fingers as deep into her slit as the
still restrictive clothing would allow.  With her other hand she
harshly pinched and kneaded her swollen tits through both her
blouse and bra.  She had never felt so turned on, and she was
frightened by the intensity of her feelings.  Especially since
the "actors" in the little porno show she was watching
included her father.
  Apparently Robert couldn't stand it any longer either. 
His orgasm started as a little mewl in the back of his throat
and crescendoed to a huffing, grunting explosion which threw
stream after stream of spunk towards Yvette.  She didn't even
try to catch it in her mouth, but bowed her head abjectly.  Her
face, hair, and back were completely slicked with his viscous
concoction.
  Colette came too, willing herself to climax quietly.  It
was very difficult, and at one point her knees buckled and she
almost fell headlong into her father's office.
  She licked off her fingers, zipped up her jeans, and
hurried straight to her car.  She noticed herself in the rearview
mirror; she was crying.
  They were tears of relief and bewilderment.

  Anne was in the kitchen, checking on the frozen lasagna
that she'd popped in the oven a few minutes before.  It
seemed to be well on its way, so she set the timer and sat at
the kitchen table with her newest Women on Fire magazine.
  Peter sauntered in, still sweaty from a basketball game
he'd been playing after school.  He ignored her and went to
the fridge to get at the jug of ice water.  He swigged directly
from the jug.
  "Peter," his mother exclaimed, "please use a glass, you
swine."
  He continued to ignore her, drinking in gulps from the
jug.
  "Peter!  Are you listening to me?"
  "Chill out, Mom.  It's not like I'm spitting in it."
  She stood up and faced him.  He was almost an inch
taller than her now and she felt positively tiny in his presence. 
"Just try to do what I tell you.  Take a hint at least."
  He put the jug back and placed his hands on her
shoulders.  "I'm going to go take a shower."  His eyes
roamed down over the front of her tight t-shirt.  "If you want
to keep giving me shit, you're going to have to follow me into
the bathroom."
  She frowned at him.  "I might just do that, young man. 
You are getting a little too obnoxious for me."  She wondered
if this was going to be another one of their conversations that
trifled on the edge of lewdness.
  He grinned good-naturedly at her.  As he turned to go
upstairs, he noticed the magazine sitting on the kitchen table.
"Hey Mom, are you a Woman on Fire?"
  "Very funny, Peter.  It's about women entrepreneurs, not
sex maniacs."  Then she realized that he might not have meant
what she thought, so she quickly backtracked.  "Or whatever
else your dirty little mind was thinking."
  "I'm still thinking about you giving Dad head like you
told me last time we had one of these little chats."
  She swatted at him as he ducked out of the room.  "Come
back here, you disgusting little brat."
  They ran up the stairs: Anne pursuing Peter.
  "I'll get you, you brat."
  He pretended to be cornered in the bathroom, pretended
to fear for his life.  "Geez, don't hurt me... it's Psycho
Mom."  He put up claws and made a monstrous face.
  She giggled, aware that his eyes watched her breasts
quiver.  "You're terrible."
  Peter pulled his T-shirt off.  His mother gazed briefly at
his muscular young torso, still glistening with sweat.  Peter
was pleased with that reaction and decided to make another
attempt at seducing his mother.  He pulled off his sweatshorts
and underwear in one swift motion.  He stood there grinning
wickedly with his shorts in hand.  He was thrilled by the way
her shocked stare fell to his genitals.  "Are you leaving now,
Mom?  You don't have to, you know."
  She turned around quickly.  "Don't be late for dinner."
  He dropped his shorts and grabbed her shoulder.
  She spun back to him and gasped as he pulled her close
for a kiss.  "Give me a kiss, Mom," he pleaded, feeling the
blood rush to his prick, bloating it to semi-hardness.
  "Stop it, Peter," she cried.  But she felt the tingling in her
loins that she had experienced when her brother had grabbed
her breast.  She had come to think of it as a yearning for the
forbidden, and recalled a similar feeling when she was first
deciding whether or not to let Robert fuck her up the ass.
  "Come on, just a little kiss."  He puckered his lips and
made squelching noises.  "Come on, Mom... kissy kissy."
  She giggled again.  "Peter... that's enough!"  She
frantically tried to avoid his hunting lips, but realized too late
that her squirming was causing quite a bit of friction between
their loins.  His cock was becoming totally erect, she thought
with dread.  Now what?
  He sensed her ceasing the struggle and planted a wet kiss
right on her lips.  "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
  She pushed him gently away and looked down between
their bodies.  "I'm more concerned about that."  She gestured
towards his big, pulsing cock.  It was at least as big as
Robert's, and Anne felt an involuntary shiver of lust course
through her.
  "Sorry about that, Mom.  I guess you're a little too sexy
for me."  He pretended to be embarrassed, and tried his best
to cover his shaft with his hands.  "I guess I'll take a cold
shower."
  "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Peter.  You're
certainly a healthy young man."  Then she lowered her voice
and nodded, "And I'm pretty damned impressed."
  He smiled and dropped his hands away.  "You think I
have a nice cock, Mom?"
  She blushed and frowned.  She was asking for this.  His
forthright nature almost ensured that he would capitalize on
her subtle compliment.  "Yes... it's pretty nice.  But I'm not
sure you needed to hear that from your own mother.  Don't
your hundreds of girlfriends tell you that?"
  He was stroking it unconsciously, but stopped to look
down at it himself.  "Once in a while.  But it's just like you
were happy to hear a compliment on your body from me,
remember?"  He boldly ran an open palm down the side of
her left breast.  She didn't even flinch.
  "Yes, Peter.  I know what you mean."  She shocked him
by returning the strokețwith her fingertips up the underside
of his shaft.  "You have a beautiful big cock."
  Peter's next shock came when she suddenly turned and
left him standing alone in the bathroom.
  Anne ran to her room and locked herself in the ensuite. 
Pulling off her jeans and T-shirt, she trembled and breathed
deeply in front of the mirror.  Her son had almost succeeded
in seducing her.  As it turned out, it was Anne who took the
cold shower.

  Colette got home and looked for Peter.  She needed a
serious fuck after what she had witnessed at their father's
office.  Secondarily, she needed to talk about it with someone.
  Peter would be perfect for both tasks.
  She found him in the basement, on the rowing machine.
  "Okay, Peter, stop working out... I've got a better way
that you can work up a sweat."  She stood with her hands on
her hips, in a very commanding and sexy pose.
  He smirked up at her awesome tits in the clinging cotton
blouse.  "You think you can just demand sex any time you
want now?"  He stopped rowing.  "Damn fucking right you
can!"
  They laughed and embraced.  Kissing wetly, tongues
ablaze, she lead him to the sauna.
  "Take off your clothes."
  "Can I fuck your ass this time?" he panted as he pulled
off his clothes.
  She squinted back at him, frantically undoing her button-
up blouse.  "I don't think so."  Then she remembered how
her father's prick had sinfully disappeared into little Yvette's
butt, and she said, "But we'll see."
  "How come you're so horny?" he asked, standing naked,
waiting for her to struggle out of her jeans.
  She opened her mouth and tried to scoop his prick into it. 
Groaning with the effort, she eventually said, "I want to tell
you.  But you have to promise not to freak out."
  He directed his cock into her mouth and held her head on
it.  "I promise... but keep sucking this fucking thing for a
while."
  Colette gladly complied, cherishing the taste and feeling
of her own brother's cock.  He smelled musky and hot.  She
felt closer to him than anyone else in the world.
  "Can I cum in your mouth?"
  She moaned, closed her eyes, and nodded.  She kept
sucking, knowing that she'd get more than one load out of
him if she needed to.
  "You know, Col, I saw a video the other day.  It gave me
some ideas.  You know... I really want to piss in your mouth
some day," Peter said as he humped into the very orifice he
mentioned.
  She stopped sucking and put her hand over the end of his
cock.  "Don't you dare!"  Then she tittered and shook her
head.  "You are so disgusting sometimes.  You must take
after Dad."
  "What does Dad have to do with anything?"
  "That's the secret... that's what I wanted to tell you." 
She bobbed her head back onto his throbbing dick.
  Peter looked puzzled.
  She stroked with her hand while her mouth was busy
explaining.  "I caught him at work with his secretary and
some young girl."
  "That black chick... Emily?"  Peter was trying to imagine
that beautiful dark woman naked.  "And how old was this
girl?"
  "She was about fourteen... and she was black too." 
Colette smiled.  "Dad was fucking the girl while Emily
coached them.  It was really kinky."
  Peter puffed.  His prick diminished slightly as the gravity
of what she was saying washed over him.  "Dad was fucking
her?"
  "That's what I said.  Fucking.  And Emily was spanking
them both.  Dad ended up cumming all over the kid.  It was
wild."
  Peter sat back on the sauna bench.  "Holy shit... that is
wild."  He manoeuvred her to sit beside him, then knelt on
the floor in front of her.  "Keep talking about it while I lick
your cunt."
  Colette snickered and pulled her knees up with her arms,
exposing her entire pussy and her anus to him.  "I tell you
what... you stick your tongue up my ass, and I'll tell you
where Dad was fucking the girl."
  He shrugged and licked around his sister's perineum, then
into her puckered ring.  Stiffening his tongue like a tiny cock,
he darted into her asshole quickly as an experiment.  She
moaned, and he was motivated to delve deeper with the
subsequent strokes.
  "Right there.  That's where Dad fucked the girl... right
there in her dirty... stinky... asshole."
  Telling him about the filthiness of the act he was
performing only galvanized Peter to dig in farther with his
oral probe.  She squealed with pleasure and started diddling
her clit.
  "That's right, little brother... lick me there... right in my
dirty butthole.  Can you taste my shit?"  She knew this kind
of talk only made Peter even hornier.
  "MmmmHmmm," he hummed.
  She squeezed her tits roughly with one hand and kept
diddling her clit with the other.  "Oh, God.  You're going to
make me cum.  I want to cum, Peter.  Keep reaming my ass
with your tongue... yes... yes."
  She shuddered to a climax and let out a prolonged,
sighing moan.
  Peter stood up.  He hung his semi-stiff prick in her face. 
"Return the favour, sis."
  "You want me to lick your asshole?"
  He shrugged.  "Just make me cum."
  She smirked.  "Okay... but no pissing, okay?"  Colette
wagged a warning finger at him.
  "Sure... sure... just suck me off."
  She did.

  Anne put on a sleeveless dress for dinner and teased her
hair into an elegant coif.  At the last minute she hiked up the
dress and put a dab of perfume on the inside of each thigh. 
Then she pulled open the silk tap pants and put a drop right
into her pubic hair.  It made her feel wicked and she wasn't
sure if she was getting adorned for her husband or, she
distressed, her son.
  She'd thought about Peter's cock, even through her cold
shower.  She masturbated frantically, but even three orgasms
hadn't shaken the lusty thoughts out of her head.

  Peter had similar difficulty shaking the image of his
mother's hand coming into contact with his cock.  Even
though he had slaked his lust by depositing a healthy load of
semen into his sister's mouth, he was still very horny.  And
he found the main thrust of his desire was directed towards his
mother.
  When they sat down to dinner, Peter smiled knowingly at
the way she had dolled herself up.  He managed to lick his
lips and wink at her at least twice before they finished dessert. 
She blushed furiously both times.
  After dinner, Robert, Wendy, and Diana took a drive to
the video store.  
  Peter fell asleep on the couch and had an incredible
dream:
     In the kitchen, Colette cornered Peter.
     "What was all that between you and Mom?"
     "She wants me," he said smugly, "just like you did... and
  do."
     Colette's eyebrows rose, but she couldn't comment, since
  their mother was coming in with another load of dishes from the
  dining room.
     "Take this stack, Colette," Anne ordered, holding out the
  dirty plates to her daughter.
     Colette frowned and looked back and forth between Peter and
  her mother, wondering how he had decided so confidently that she
  was sexually attracted to him.
     Peter smiled at his sister.  He couldn't decide later if it was
  the wine he drank at dinner, or his pure lust that he felt for these
  two female family members, but he suddenly said, "Do either of
  you mind if I piss in the sink before you fill it with dishes?"
     "Peter!" his mother gasped.  "What in the world is wrong
  with you?"
     Colette just giggled.  She saw his plan right away.
     "I guess I don't feel like walking all the way to the
  bathroom."  He put a hand to his crotch and toyed with the fly of
  his jeans.
     Anne was frowning and shaking slightly.  She was infuriated
  at her own body for immediately betraying her with a rush of hot
  juice to her pussy.  She knew Peter was anxious to show off his
  wonderfully sculpted manhood, but she wondered why he would
  reveal what she thought was a secret relationship between them to
  Colette.  She felt betrayed in more ways than one.  She let her
  anger out in words, "What kind of a filthy little brat are you,
  Peter?  March to that washroom and use the toilet just like anyone
  else in this family."  She looked at Colette.  "And wipe that smile
  off your face, young lady.  There's nothing funny about your
  brother's disgusting behaviour."
     Colette was feeling the effects of the dinner wine too.  She
  didn't hesitate where she normally would have.  "Oh come on,
  Mom," Colette countered.  "Let him do it."  Then softly she
  added, "I think you'd like to let him, wouldn't you?"
     Anne's expression changed to one of worry.  What were her
  children doing?  They seemed to be ganging up on her.  And if
  Colette was so comfortable with Peter's bizarre behaviour, did that
  mean she too was as perverted as her son seemed to be?  For that
  matter, they both seemed to be as perverted as Robert and herself. 
  So, Anne realized, although her husband and she had not actively
  encouraged it, their childrențat least some of themțturned out to
  be depraved little sex maniacs as well.
     Deciding that she had lost any battle she had tried to fight,
  Anne looked apprehensively around and whispered, "Go ahead
  then... you're both little perverts."
     "Unzip me, Mom," Peter commanded.
     "Yeah, Mom," Colette coaxed, "take out his cock for him."
     "That's a little too much to ask, don't you think?" Anne
  protested calmly.
     "Okay, Mom, I'll do it," Colette said cheerily.  Her hands
  dropped to Peter's fly.
     Anne smacked her daughter's hands away.  "Don't you dare. 
  If he wants to pee in the sink, let him do it himself."
     "Mom, you like all this dirty stuff, don't you?" Colette
  asked.
     Anne squinted at Colette, trying to fathom just what weight
  her question carried.  "I suppose I do, or else I'd have called
  Children's Aid and had you two committed by now."
     "I guess you've figured out by now that Peter and I are
  messing around, huh?"  She stepped close to her mother, ready to
  finally share the secret with someone.
     Cautiosuly Anne asked, "Just what do you mean by `messing
  around'?"
     "Touching... sucking..." Colette paused dramatically, "and
  fucking."
     Anne gulped, trying to draw breath through a suddenly tiny
  airway.  Her own children!  What had she done to make them turn
  to each other for sex?  "That's quite enough, young lady.  I get
  the picture."  She brought a trembling hand up to her forehead. 
  Was it hot in here? she thought before realizing what a clich‚ that
  was.
     Seeing that they had her mother right where they wanted her,
  Colette turned up the pressure.  "He slides that big beautiful cock
  into my hot, wet pussy.  I go crazy for it."
     Anne closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing.
     The perverted siblings grinned at each other.  It was magical
  being able to get a seduction to succeed through teamwork.  Peter
  had failed before, but his sister was so in tune with his intentions
  that she managed to manipulate their mother perfectly.
     "I bet you'd like it too, Mom," Peter said quietly.
     "Yeah, Mom," Colette whispered.  "Peter's big nasty dick
  sliding into your pussy... Can you imagine it?"
     Anne had thought of little else since this afternoon's
  encounter with Peter in the bathroom.  But she tried not to let
  those thoughts persist.  She remained silent.
     Her lack of response spurred the siblings on.
     "So come over here and watch me piss in the sink.  My
  bladder's about to burst anyway."  Peter finally unzipped his fly
  and fished out his semi-turgid prick.
     Anne followed zombie-like to the counter.
     Flanked by his sister and his mother, Peter proudly hung his
  veiny cock over the edge of the sink and waited for a moment.  He
  watched his mother's gaze.  She was staring at his cock with a
  look of anticipation on her face.  It matched Colette's expression
  exactly... and he suspected from experience how much his sister
  liked to watch men urinate.
     Colette confirmed his suspicions by saying, "I love watching
  guys piss, don't you Mom?"
     "Mmmmhmmm," she answered.
     "Col," he whispered to his sister, "put your hand under it. 
  Remember when you pissed for me?"
     Colette grinned at Peter and put her left hand into the sink,
  below the poised urine faucet.  "Go ahead, Peter."
     He let a squirt out and it made a little puddle in her cupped
  hand.  She spread her fingers and the yellow liquid dribbled away
  down the drain.  The strong aroma of it hit their nostrils.
     Anne smiled.  "I always liked the smell."
     "Me too," Colette giggled.  "Me too, Mom."
     Peter stopped holding it and a rush of urine flowed for what
  seemed to him like an eternity.  Before the stream dwindled, his
  mother put her hand under it too, letting the piss soak her fingers
  and palm.
     "You ladies want to taste it?" Peter said, thinking back to the
  video he had told Colette about.
     To their surprise, it was Anne who brought her hand to her
  mouth first.  She lapped at the piss-coated fingers and licked her
  lips.  Not to be outdone, Colette followed suit.
     "Not bad, Peter," Colette commented.  "I might just let you
  fufill that little fantasy of yours after all."
     Anne wiped her hand off on a dishcloth and quickly left the
  kitchen.  She was holding back tears.  The bizarre scene she had
  just participated in was a fantasy and a nightmare all in one.
     The siblings shrugged at each other and kissed deeply.

  Peter awoke on the couch with Colette grinning down at
him.
  "That must have been some dream little brother.  You've
got quite a lump in your pants."
  He just rolled over onto his stomach and closed his eyes
again.

  Robert came to bed late that night and found Anne still
awake, crying.
  "What's wrong with you, baby?" he asked, sitting on the
bed and wrapping a comforting arm around her.
  "Oh, nothing... I just can't believe how much I love this
family."
  "Tears of joy?"
  She nodded.  "Would you fuck me, sweetheart?"
  He held her shoulders and examined her face.  "Fuck
you?  That's kind of a strange request when you seem so
emotional."
  "No," she sniffed, "I mean it.  I want you to fuck me. 
In fact I want you to do it hard.  Fuck me really hard.  Rape
me."
  He looked even more puzzled, but his cock was
responding.  It was developing a grand lump in his trousers. 
"Rape you?"
  "Yes.  I want you to do whatever you want.  Fuck me in
the ass and then cum in my mouth, if you want."
  "That sounds good, what else."  He stood up and took off
his pants and underwear.  His prick bobbed in front of her
tear-stained face.
  She sniffed again and said, "Bite me.  Make my tits hurt
and my ass ache.  Fuck my pussy raw."
  "You're a slut aren't you baby?"
  She grinned up at him.  This was taking her mind off the
events in the kitchen.  "Yeah, I'm your own personal slut. 
What do you want me to do?"
  "You know, Anne.  I always thought I could close more
business deals if my wife offered blowjobs to the prospects. 
Would you suck a bunch of guys' cocks for me, slut?"
  Nodding eagerly, "Whenever you want, baby.  Would
you want me to swallow their cum or let them squirt it all
over me?"
  "All over you... just like I'm going to cum all over you
in a few minutes."  He was stroking his cock and he felt a
climax sneaking up.
  She sensuously parted the lace of her nightgown, exposing
her big, firm tits.  The nipples were distended like two hard
candies.  "Do you like my tits, Robert?"
  "Oh yeah, baby.  Even after all this time, I still love
them."
  She squinted up at him.  "And you like Colette's tits too,
don't you?"
  He stopped stroking his cock.  "Where did that come
from?"
  She reached out and took over the job of stroking that he
had abandoned.  "Don't you have naughty little fantasies about
your daughters every once in a while?"
  "Well, I suppose every man does... in fact your father
mentioned that to me once.  I took it to mean that he's
fantasized about you and Caroline."
  Anne's look of surprise disappeared almost immediately. 
She would have to think about that one later.  Now it was
time to share her incestuous sins with Robert, her best friend
and husband.  "And you've thought about Colette, right?"
  He shrugged.  "Sure... a little."
  "And you've thought about Diana's hot little butt, right?"
  He recalled the playful wink he's given Anne after
spanking Diana in the RV.  "You know I have."
  "Were you thinking about... fucking them?"
  "Yeah... I guess."  He was kind of losing his enthusiasm
because it seemed to be turning into a kind of inquisition.
  "So you wouldn't be upset if I told you about my
fantasies about Peter fucking me?"
  Robert raised his eyebrows and immediately became more
involved again.  "Really?  Wow."
  "I've seen his cock a couple of times lately.  I'm
impressed with how nicely our little boy has grown up."
  "I guess he takes after his old man, huh?"  Robert
proudly thrust his cock into his wife's busy hand.
  "Oh, he lives up to the family tradition alright.  You
know my dad's got quite a nice piece of equipment on him
too."
  Robert moaned.  "Have you thought about your daddy
fucking you too, baby?"
  "Not until tonight... but it intrigues me, that's for sure."
  "Well I can tell you, he's quite a fuck monster.  We
double-teamed that bitch wife of his a while ago.  He was
pretty impressive for an old guy."
  Anne giggled.  "You shared Angela with Daddy?  You
men are so naughty.  You don't even like her very much."
  Robert shrugged.  "A cunt's a cunt.  In my case, I guess
a mouth's a mouth."
  "So you just got a blowjob from her?"  Anne slid her
tongue slowly up the underside of Robert's prick.  Then she
wantonly engulfed the head of his prick with a lazy mouth,
slobbering down the shaft.
  "Oh, baby... it was nothing like the head you give."  He
didn't say that it was hard to decide which was better: the
buttery smoothness of Anne's mouth, or the unforgiving
suction of Angela's mouth.
  In fact, her expert slurping made Robert lose control far
more quickly than he had intended.  His semen frothed up into
her eager mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure and
disappointment from both of them.

  Peter dialled the number for Polly's restaurant.
  Paddy answered, but Peter was confident the old man
wouldn't recognize his voice.  "Is Allison there?"
  "Just a sec."
  Peter nervously tapped his fingers on the desk in his
bedroom.  He was anxious to talk to Allison, but wasn't even
sure she'd remember him.
  "Allison here."  Her voice was like sugar.
  "Hi, uh, Allison... this is Peter Crawford.  We met...
ummm... Benjamin Peel is my grandfather."
  "Mmmm... how could I forget," she whispered, "You're
the adorable young man who pumped your grandfather's
mouth full of delicious spunk.  I remember the taste of your
asshole very well."
  "Yeah, well... Would you be interested in a date?"
  "What did you have in mind, stud?" she cooed.
  Peter gulped.  "Actually I was thinking more of a
business proposition.  Since I know you like sex so much..."
  She snickered.  "Whatever gave you that idea?"
  He laughed nervously.  "Well, anyway, I just wanted to
ask if you'd be interested in being in a little movie I wanted
to make."
  She was quiet for a moment, and Peter was terrified that
he had angered her.  But then she said, "Sex... movies... I
suppose you're talking about a dirty movie, right?"
  "Yeah, but only if you're into it."
  "Sure, Peter.  I'd do anything for you, sweetie-pie."
  "Alright!  I'll set up everything and get back to you."

  Diana knew as soon as she got home from the park that
she'd been caught again.  Her friends had convinced her to
play hooky and go with them to Fantasy Village, a theme park
on the other side of town.
  Her mother stood in the kitchen, arms crossed and foot
tapping impatiently.  "Sit down young lady."  She pointed at
a kitchen chair that had been moved away from the table.  It
looked like an interrogation was in store.
  Diana sheepishly sat, dropping her schoolbag gently on
the floor.  "What, Mom?"
  "You didn't go to school today according to your
teachers.  Two of them called to tell me about it.  Apparently
a bunch of kids cut class today."
  Diana squirmed uncomfortably.
  "I think you need to understand that we mean what we
say.  When you got that spanking on our camping trip, we
though that was enough to get the message across.  Obviously
we were wrong."  Anne's voice was even and subdued.  It
was all the more frightening for Diana that way.
  Then the worst thing of allțher father walked through the
front door.  He never came home early from work.  Diana
knew she was in deep trouble.
  "Have you told her?" Robert asked his wife.
  Anne shook her head and looked a little sad.  That
worried Diana too.
  "Stand up, you little bitch."
  Diana didn't react at first.  She'd didn't think her father
was talking to her.  But then she remembered the lecture he'd
given her about name-calling.  She slowly rose to her feet. 
She glanced at her mother with pleading eyes, but Anne only
looked away.
  "Take off your jeans," Robert said.  He planned to get
Anne to whip the girl this time... no need to play the
disciplinarian all the time.
  He undid his belt while Diana was undoing her own
pants.  For a shocking moment, Anne thought that Robert was
about to act on his incestuous fantasies that she knew he
harboured.  But then he handed her the belt and she realized
he wanted her to whip their daughter with it.
  "Take off your panties too," Anne said softly.  She
watched her daughter meekly follow the instructions.
  Diana, now naked from the waist down, was covering her
pubic area with her hands.  Somehow it made her feel safer. 
But she made no attempt to cover her buttocks when she
turned them towards her parents.  She knew she deserved a
spanking, and was prepared to receive one.
  Anne tentatively lashed out with the folded belt.  It made
Diana jump, but didn't make a mark on her lily buttocks.
  "Harder," Robert said quietly.
  Anne lashed out again, with more force.  Diana squealed
a little as the belt made a wide red stripe on her left
buttcheek.
  "Now do you understand, Diana, sweetheart?" Anne
asked, winding up for another strike.
  Diana bravely bit her lower lip and braced for the blow.
  Robert smirked and crossed his arms.  His dick was
stiffening, but he tried to ignore it.
  The lash was a wicked one that further widened the red
stripe.  Diana squeaked and then started to sob.
  "Please... no more," she wept.
  Robert reached down to shift his growing penis to the
side.  Anne noticed, but just smiled and wound up again.
  This time, Diana screamed and tried to cover her ass. 
"Please, Mom... Dad... I'll do anything you want."
  "Oh really?" Robert said.  "Like listening to us?"
  "Turn around," Anne said.  She decided her daughter had
taken enough whipping, but could do with a little more
humilation.  "Stand still and look at us.  And take your hands
away from your crotch.  You can't hide anything from us."
  Diana dropped her hands to her side.  She was standing
in a tight t-shirt, with her pubis fully exposed to her father
and mother.
  "Look at the hair on her cunt," Robert commented.
  "I know," Anne nodded.  "She's growing up."
  The girl felt like a piece of art.  Her parents were talking
as if she wasn't even in the room.
  "But I don't think she is maturing as fast as her body is. 
She's just too irresponsible."
  Anne nodded.  "You're right."  She wondered what her
husband was leading up to, but she trusted that he was keen
on humiliating Diana too.
  "I think we should shave her."
  Anne's jaw dropped briefly, but she smiled inwardly at
the perfect culmination of events.  Diana would be humiliated
and learn her lesson, and Robert would fulfil one of his "little
girl" fantasies that she loved to foster for him.  But Anne
wondered if it was wise to allow Robert to carry out such a
perverted plan on their own daughter.
  "Shave her?" Anne questioned.  "You mean, down
there?"
  "Please don't," Diana sobbed.  "Don't shave my pussy!"
  "You act like a little girl, we'll make you play the role,"
Robert explained.  He was thrilled to hear his daughter use the
word "pussy".
  Anne nodded and went to the bathroom to get the
scissors, shaving cream, and razor.  She decided to play along
and see how perverted her husband could be.  Perhaps he'd
even end up fucking little Diana!  Could Anne sit back and
allow that to happen simply to fuel her husband's erotic
fantasies?  Mind you, she thought, it would make her thoughts
about allowing Peter to seduce her much more palateable.
  Diana saw that her parents were united and she dejectedly
walked to the bathroom with them.  She sat up on the counter
and spread her legs around the sink.  He let the tears roll
down her cheeks and looked pleadingly at them.  "Please,
don't shave me."
  "Diana," Anne soothed, "please just sit still and let me
lather you up.  I don't want you to make your father even
angrier than he already is."
  Diana sobbed.  Her mother was right.  She'd never seen
her father like this.  She tried to pretend she was back in
Doctor Cochrane's office.  Her mother was the nurse and her
father was the doctor.  After all, that had been a similarly
frightening experience that had turned out okay.
  Then Diana noticed the lump in her father's pants.  If he
didn't seem so outraged, it would have been funny.  Her
father was turned on by seeing her like this!  She decided not
to make her revelation obvious, but she had an idea to use the
knowledge to her advantage.
  "Please, Daddy... don't shave my little pussy."  She
pouted melodramatically which to Robert seemed very
sensual.
  "Well, you little brat... spanking you didn't seem to do
any good."  Robert frowned sternly.  "So I think we need to
take more drastic action.  Shaving your pussy is just the start. 
You'll learn to listen if it means humiliation every time you
don't."
  Anne was impressed with Robert's speech.  "You are
humiliated aren't you, dear?" she asked, wanting to rub it in. 
"After all you're sitting there with your private parts showing,
and we're about to make them even more naked.  You must
be very ashamed."
  Diana sniffed.  "Yes, Momma.  I'm very ashamed." 
Then she spread her legs even wider and ran outstretched
fingers through her pubic hair.  It was a senusous act that
caused her labia to flare out slightly.  "I like the hair on my
pussy."  As true as that was, Diana thought about the pictures
she had seen of women who had no hair there.  She thought
it looked just fine.  So giving in and letting her parents shave
her wouldn't be so bad.  She'd just have to think of something
to tell the girls in gym class.
  Anne started plucking at the hair on her daughter's crotch
and snipping it away with the scissors.  After a while she
started slopping out shaving cream from a bowl with Robert's
shaving brush.
  Diana started to feel a little quiver in her tummy from all
the attention her crotch was getting.  The bristles of the brush
had tickled her clit several times.

  Anne was so horny after the shaving incident, she
stripped and went straight into the shower.  Robert frowned
at her and shouted over the running water: "I've got to go
back into the office.  I just can't leave early like that and
expect things to keep running themselves."
  She wiped the water out of her eyes and opened the
shower door a crack.  "You're joking!?!  You're not going to
fuck me after that scene with Diana.  Aren't you even a little
bit horny after watching a young girl's pussy get shaved?  Or
can't you get over the fact that she's you're little girl?"
  Robert shrugged and said: "I'm pretty horny... but no
more than usual.  I've gotta get back to the office."  He left
her standing there with the water streaming over her naked
body.

  Dressing slowly, Anne found herself frequently dipping
her fingers into her soaking wet pussy.  She needed relief.
  Shuddering at the incestuous thoughts, she couldn't get
Peter out of her mind.  Specifically, Peter's big semi-stiff
cock as she'd seen it that day in the bathroom.
  She finally threw on a robe over her panties and headed
towards Peter's room.  She walked like a robot.  Her mind
was clouded with lust, and she wasn't even remembering the
motherly way she's treated Peter in the past.  Now all she
could think about was seducing him just like any other young
stud that she might have been interested in.
  Anne knew that Peter liked her tits.  She had caught him
staring often enough.  So she carefully fluffed out the collar
of her robe to subtly display her cleavage.
  "Peter?" she whispered at the door.
  "Come on in, Mom."
  She opened the door and saw Peter at his desk working
on some kind of school assignment.
  "Busy, sweetheart?"  Suddenly he was her son again. 
She was so proud of him for working so hard in school.  She
wrapped the robe tight again.
  Peter was wearing a pair of shorts and a dress shirt.  The
shirt was just slung on, not buttoned up.  When he turned to
her, she looked over his muscular chest and abdomen
appreciatively.
  "I'm not very busy, Mom.  What's up?"
  She sat on his bed and looked around at all the
memorabilia on his shelves.  She had been there when he had
won most of his awards and trophies.  He'd seemed like such
a little boy for most of them.
  "I wondered... what you wanted for dinner," she said
after deciding to leave as quickly as possible.
  "Anything's good, Mom."  Then a wicked look crossed
his eyes.  "Did you and Dad just... you know... do it?"
  Anne frowned.  "What?"
  Peter chuckled.  "Showering before dinner just isn't your
usual way of doing things."
  She waved off the inference.  "I was just feeling a little...
dirty."  As soon as she said it she knew the connotation he'd
take.
  "Yeah... and were you feeling dirty because of something
you and Dad did?"
  Anne shook her head.  "Why are you so obsessed with
what your father and I do in bed together?"  Then she had a
wicked thought of her own: "You'd think you were jealous or
something..."
  Peter finally blushed.  "No... I just... forget it."  He
turned back to his desk.
  She put a hand on her shoulder.  "You can't get away
with it that easily, young man.  You do this to me all the
time.  What's your story?"
  Peter looked back nervously at her.  He wasn't used to
her being aggressive.  "Nothing, Mom.  For fuck sake..."
  "Watch your tongue, young man.  I want to know why
you keep pestering me about what your father and I do in
private."
  He gulped and meekly told her the truth:  "I like to think
about it I guess."
  She giggled.  "And really, there's nothing wrong with
that.  All kids think about what their parents do in bed."
  "But... like you said... I think I'm obsessed."
  Anne leaned closer to him.  "What do you think about
most?"  Her pussy gushed anew; she recalled her original
reasons for coming to his room.
  Peter looked down from her face, across her ample chest. 
"You don't want to know, Mom."
  "You started this, Peter.  I'm not just curious.  I need to
know."
  "Why?"
  "Just fucking tell me," she hissed with a wild look in her
eye.
  He'd never heard her talk like that before.  "Okay, okay. 
Jeez, Mom.  I guess I think about you... you know... giving
him head."
  Anne looked pensive.  "You asked me about that before. 
You think of your own mother as a cocksucker?"  She smiled
to indicate that it was a good-natured remark.
  He nodded slowly.  "Yeah, I guess."
  "Do you think I would be a good cocksucker, Peter?" she
whispered, her mind swimming and a loud hum brewing in
the background.
  He grinned almost victoriously.  As weird as it seemed,
it looked like he was finally going to get his wish with his
mother.  "You'd be the best."
  Anne blushed a little herself and then looked down at her
son's crotch.  A tent had formed in his shorts and he was
doing nothing to hide it.  "Would you like me to show you
how good I am?"  Her voice was almost inaudible now.
  With out answering, Peter stood in front of her.  His
erect cock made the fabric of his shorts stretch towards his
mother's face.
  She smiled up at him.  "You're so nasty, darling."  Then
she reached up with shaking hands and tugged at the elastic
waistband of her boy's shorts.
  As soon as his naked cock was bobbing in front of her
face, Peter realized exactly what was about to happen.  He
was about to have sex with his own mother.  It was really
happening.  It wasn't some perverted wet dream, like the
many he'd had about this moment.  It was real.
  When she engulfed his prick, Peter strangely thought of
his grandfather and the blowjob he had given.  Then Peter
wondered if perversion ran through all of his family.


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