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The Family Reunion (family, inc)
By Grace Wilkinson
Chapter 1
"There's a lot of curves left in the old girl yet!" Carrie
Livingston murmured to herself in her husky voice. She was
examining herself in the new smoked mirrors she'd had installed in
her bedroom, and she liked what she saw. Even though she was no
longer a young woman, her face and figure continued to belie this
fact, giving back the image of a voluptuous woman in the prime of
life.
Carrie was wearing a long diaphanous dressing gown of a
silvery tone that set off her pale ash blonde hair to perfection.
It also left little to be guessed at of the curvaceous shapes of
her body, exposing the deep cleft of her full, milk-white breasts
to view and snugly encompassing the girth of the two firmly raised
mounds in shimmering material. As she turned around slowly in
front of the floor to ceiling mirror, she noted with some
satisfaction that the curves of her buttocks were still just as
round and provocative as they had always been.
"I'm tall," she said. "And that always helps!" She knew
many women exactly her age who were short heavy-set old ladies by
now. Carrie was somewhere in her middle forties ... the exact
number she kept a well-guarded secret, even from herself. It was
easy to forget, she found, the older she got. She stood barefoot
in the deep snowy white pile rug that she had just had installed.
The sensuous feeling beneath her wriggling toes made her feel good
all over. She was very pleased with the complete results of the
remodeled room. Even though her husband, John did think it was
ridiculous, the 30's style decor gave her enough satisfaction to
offset any of John's sarcastic remarks! The gigantic circular bed
with its satin sheets and fur coverlet was a source of amusement
to John who was far more interested in the running of his
successful mountain resort than the foolishness of interior
design. He had left the job of decorating the cabins and the
guest rooms of the big house up to Carrie, and she had confined
herself to furnishing them in a comfortable modern atmosphere. But
for herself, she much preferred something more exotic ... and
after talking about it to John for several years, he finally
agreed to let her do anything she wanted to the bedroom. It was
to be her domain. After all, he had told her, they were making
quite enough money with the resort during the summer months to
afford it. "Livingston's" had become a big name in the Catskills
after only a few years, and John and Carrie were proud of it. In
exchange for letting her re-do the bedroom, as well as supply
herself with a complete new wardrobe to her own liking, John had
asked Carrie to go along with him on something he had wanted to do
for a long while. Have a family reunion!
Carrie coiled herself up on the middle of the big round bed
and sighed. She was glad everyone was coming tomorrow. She
looked forward to seeing the children again. Stretching out and
looking up at the 6 x 6 foot mirror over the bed, she stared at
her prone figure in the same smokey glass and thought it would be
particularly nice to see her son Jamie. It was hard to believe
that he was a grown man now ... with a wife and child. Why she
could remember when he was just a little boy ... the sweet way he
used to sponge her back in the tub ... just the way that old lover
of hers used to do. Giuliano ... she wondered what had become of
him! It had been a long time since she'd had a lover, she
realized ... over 10 years ... Her husband, John was hardly the
romantic type, even if she did love him ... a woman had to have
some romance in her life!
She had thought that redecorating the bedroom would help her
recent depression, but it had only seemed to augment her problem.
Now she really missed the excitement of her youth ... especially
of those days before she had met and married John ... but also,
she had had some good times since, unbeknown to him! There was
none now, though, and with a panicky feeling in her stomach,
Carrie wondered if there ever would be anyone else now! Letting
her hands run softly over the upstanding points of her thick
nippled breasts and down along her waist and hips, she thought
what a shame it would be if no other man would ever admire the
perfection of her figure, or tell her she had the smoothest skin
in the world!
She lifted the skirt of her long dress up and traced a line
along the length of her nicely rounded thigh. In her mind an
imaginary lover approached the sacrosanct area of her waiting
pussy, moistened slightly by the thoughts of other men touching
her there. Her own fingers touched the thin elastic leg-band of
her panties and slipped secretly inside ... just as Giuliano had
done, time and time again.
"Oh, God!" she thought. "What on earth am I doing?" But
already the well cared for hand with the carefully buffed
fingernails painted a pearly soft white, approached the silken-
haired triangle that nested Venus-like down between her slightly
spread thighs. One finger flicked out further still and teased at
the thin, curl-lined lips that guarded the smooth wet mouth of
Carrie's cunt.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Carrie jumped up to a sitting position on the bed, rapidly
removing her fingers from beneath her robe.
"John!" she cried momentarily angry and blushing, "Don't you
ever knock?"
"Knock?" John replied, throwing his leather jacket over one
of the new low hassocks on the thick rug. "Why should I knock?
This is still my bedroom too, isn't it? Or has something changed
just because you've redone the place?"
Carrie looked at her husband with exasperation. What was
there to do with him? He was incorrigible. A very, very handsome
man, she thought watching him now as he began to get undressed for
bed. But totally unmanageable ... totally ... how could she put
it, unchic. Well, she had liked it well enough when she married
him those many years ago, she realized, falling back on the bed
but continuing to observe her husband ... but now ... well, she
just needed something more!
"Tricia called," John said, slipping his pajama top on.
"Said they'll be arriving as scheduled after all. So everyone
will be here in time for dinner tomorrow!"
"Of course ..." Carrie said, "I knew they'd make it. You got
all upset over nothing. Tricia was always making things more
complicated than necessary ... even when she was a little girl!"
Carrie stared up over the bed at her reflection again,
smoothing a few loose strands of her stylishly cut hair. Their
daughter Tricia had been ten times harder to raise than Jamie, she
thought, although she could never say so to John. She knew he
felt particularly protective of his daughter, especially since she
had married that fellow Ike. Carrie had to admit that he hardly
seemed a good enough catch for a girl as good looking as Tricia
... but then their son Jamie's wife was no thrill either! She had
decided some time ago not to worry herself about it, but she knew
that John still brooded about Tricia's life since she had gotten
married and left home.
"Well, I'm glad they're coming ..." John continued, "I just
want to see ..."
"See what?" Carrie suddenly said. John had approached the
bed and was standing quite close to her now. She didn't want to
talk about that anymore. At her eye level were John's thick and
powerful thighs. For a man in his early fifties he was built as
strong as an ox. A thrill went through her as she remembered some
of the things that had originally attracted her to her husband. A
strong-willed man ... self made ... depended on no one but himself
to get things done ... much better than any of the Giuliano's when
all was said and done. That was why she had married him, after
all!
She felt suddenly impelled to do something to alleviate her
boredom. Knowing that John never wore anything to bed other than
his pajama top, she suddenly snaked her arm out, and letting her
hand dart swiftly between his thighs, grabbed at the softly
flaccid length of his penis.
She felt him give a start in surprise as her hand clasped the
almost obscenely warm flesh of his penis. He looked down at her
and almost pulled away. But before he had even had time to do so,
his lewdly grinning wife had begun a slow up and down motion along
his cock, pulling the thick foreskin forward and then pushing it
back ... all the way back so as to expose the smooth, rounded
head. Then slowly, his cock began to spring to life in her hand
and he felt his thighs tremble ever so slightly as the thrill of
what she was doing ran through him. It was true, he thought with
some regret ... they hadn't made love in some time. He had just
been too preoccupied with running the resort, and now that the
summer was over and they were closed, he had also had the
preoccupation of planning for the family reunion. Not that there
was that much actual planning involved, but somehow the whole
thing weighed heavily on his mind ... there was the question of
his daughter Tricia ... and that lout of a husband of hers ...
what was he going to do about them? He didn't know, but something
had to be done that was for sure!
"Darling ... you seem so far away!" Carrie breathed heavily.
And in an effort to remedy this, she leaned forward provocatively
and opening her full, lipstick rimmed lips to a rounded "O",
licked them wet with her tongue, then slowly, teasingly, enclosed
the swollen head of her husband's cock within them. Her tongue
flicked out gently to wet the smooth rubbery surface, and she let
it slide over the entire top, pausing to tease into the tiny
opening in the center with each circular motion.
"Mmmmmm!" she hummed softly, as she heard her husband gasp
with pleasure. "Mmmm!"
She moved in closer and drew the long, ever hardening pole
still deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth, licking and
sucking with obvious enjoyment as the now almost violently
quivering prick slid further and further back. She stretched her
mouth wide, and allowed the enormous blood-pulsing cock to touch
the back of her throat, tickling her tonsils so that she had to
cough.
"Oooooh!" Her husband groaned heavily, "God, baby that feels
good!" His wildly expanded cock throbbed deep inside his wife's
throat, and he felt her hot breath floating over its distended
surface as she shifted her position on the bed before him so that
she could place both her chiffon clad arms around his upper
thighs, thereby clasping his buttocks with her hands and pulling
his loins closer into her face. He felt the soft protrusions of
her breasts pushing down below against his mid-thighs as she
ground as much of herself against him as possible, while nibbling
at his lust-excited penis as though she wanted to devour it.
"Ah!" he cried, throwing his head back as he felt the lewdly
inciting sensations rippling all along his cock. He opened his
eyes briefly and was surprised to see, there on the ceiling a
reflection of himself and Carrie, engrossed in their lewd act! He
always forgot about that damned mirror ... it had only been
installed for a few days now, and every time he thought about it
or noticed it, it embarrassed him. It was just plain silly, he
thought ... and he quickly closed his eyes again instantly putting
it out of his mind, and with a sigh released his mental processes
to the increasing pleasure in his loins. His mind became almost
blissfully blank as all thoughts of clients, bills, maintenance,
and his married teenaged daughter Tricia were erased from it.
A peaceful smile broke out upon his strong, craggy features,
as his ears filled with the lewd wet sucking sounds that echoed
throughout the bedroom. Carrie's mouth locked tightly around his
straining cock felt sublimely wet, wonderfully warm, and then
excitingly slack. His hips pushed forward into her face in
stronger and stronger thrusts as the sensuously sucking cavern
continued its devastating work. HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN SINCE SHE HAD
SUCKED HIM OFF!?? Normally he was a man who tended to forget
about sex, although he enjoyed it when the time came ... but how
could he have gone so long without feeling this delicious
sensation? The wonderful rhythmic slapping of his sperm-bloated
testicles down against her finely chiseled chin roused a primitive
lust inside him and he clasped her head hard, twisting his fingers
through her pale blonde hair feeling the smoothness of her scalp
beneath his fingertips as he forced his ramrodding cock still
further into his wife's willingly accepting throat! It was almost
too much to bear, and he thought that he might cum then and there
right into her mouth. But he also wanted to make the pleasure last
as long as possible, so he gritted his teeth and mentally forced
back the swirling sperm that crowded at his straining testicles.
"Oh, honey, yes ... yes!!!" he groaned, encouraging Carrie's
inspired sucking while he clenched and unclenched his fingers in
her soft silken hair. He spread his big muscular legs a little
bit wider before her obscenely bobbing head and pumped his desire
engorged prick with renewed vigor into her widely ovaled lips.
Wave after wave of delicious sensation wafted through his
entire body, emanating down from his hotly spearing cock and
spreading out to cover the whole of his body. He could hear tiny
mewls of illicit pleasure coming from her throat even though the
only part of her he was touching was her head! He remembered how
much she always used to enjoy sucking him until he would cum right
in her mouth, ever since they'd first been married, some 25 years
ago! He'd been shocked by it at first, but bit by bit, she'd won
him over to what for him had been a revelation. Oh certainly he'd
heard about it, but no woman had actually done it to him until
then! He didn't find it difficult to enjoy though, and he
recalled many separate occasions when Carrie had begged him to let
her do it to him in the strangest places ... like in the back of a
taxi cab, while even though it was night, he was sure the driver
knew just what was going on ... or on her mother's livingroom sofa
while her mother was right in the next room. Whenever they went
to a movie he could count on her secretly unzipping his fly and
lowering her head to his waiting cock!
Carrie was quite something ... then and now! John thought.
What a woman!
Giant tremors of delight began to run through him now and he
felt filled with the kind of excitement he had known as a younger
man, when his silent strength had met and exploded on contact with
Carrie's exotic flamboyance. He tended to forget about just how
much he loved her these days, he realized ... but Carrie would
never let him completely forget!
"NnNNNnnnngh!" he groaned. IT FELT INCREDIBLE!
"Oh, GOD, BABY, I'M GOING TO SQUIRT IN YOUR MOUTH!!!
He wasn't going to be able to stop his orgasm this time ...
it was too late. That split second during which it might have
been possible had passed, and already he could feel the enormous
build-up of his semen, hurtling toward him like a thundering
freight train in the night. It was going to be exceptionally good
... that much he could tell already! His toes curled up and his
fingers tensed tightly in the roots of his wife's silken blonde
hair as he forced her face closer ... every muscle in his body
straining toward the incredible eruption that was coming.
"Oooooooh! CARRIE! HONEY! SUCK IT! SUCK IT DRY, BABY!"
It struck hard and fast, and suddenly stream after gushing
stream of his hotly searing jism exploded from the wildly jerking
head of his cock, striking the back of her gullet and ricocheting
back ... some of the hot slippery liquid sliding down her rapidly
swallowing throat, some of it doubling back onto the excitedly
pulsing object from whence it came.
Carrie gulped back the burning semen, absorbing the pungent
male taste of it upon her tongue. Her fingers dug into her
husband's desperately tensed buttocks.
"MMMmmmpfhhh!" she mumbled, as she thought delightedly, "OH
JOHN HONEY ... OH MY DARLING JOHN!!!"
John didn't know just why, but just as he reached the acute,
mushrooming peak of his orgasm, and his head snapped back, he
opened his eyes once more. From his mouth came a long wail of
pleasure, and once more he saw the image of himself in the smokey
mirror above the big round bed. But something struck him as odd.
All he could see of Carrie was her blonde, still bobbing head, and
her flowing silver gowned figure upon the bed, but in his
imagination ... and perhaps because of the cloudiness of the
mirror, she bore a striking resemblance to their young daughter
Tricia. He was stunned momentarily by the thought ... but then
remembering that the mother and daughter had always looked alike
in certain ways, he pushed the thought rapidly from his mind.
The last drops of his semen were warmly accepted by Carrie's
still hungrily milking lips as he felt his knees weakening. He
felt her pulling him forward, and slowly his spent cock slipped
from her sperm-flooded mouth as he fell onto the bed beside her.
"Did you like it, honey?" she asked, breathlessly, licking
her glistening lips eagerly to absorb all of him she could inside
her.
"You bet," he replied, reaching for her languid body. Before
beginning the love-making he knew Carrie would expect from him
now, John couldn't resist looking up at the ceiling again. This
time he was looking for the resemblance, and found it immediately.
As he pulled his wife's voluptuously willing body close to him,
John wondered just what his daughter Tricia was doing at that
moment that was making him think so much about her!
Chapter 2
"I don't care what he thinks," Tricia thought as she brushed
her teeth in the bathroom of her apartment in Queens. "He's not
going to get me to give in to him!"
"Tricia!" Ike's voice came booming from the bedroom. "Hurry
up in there ... everything's almost ready!"
Tricia felt tears coming to her eyes as she heard her
husband's voice. "Why does he have to be so belligerent?" She
wondered aloud, staring at her honey blonde good looks in the
bathroom mirror. Her short pink baby-doll nightgown gave her a
little girl appearance that was not contradicted by the gleaming
curls of her golden hair that fell softly to her shoulders.
During the day she usually wore it pulled back in a black velvet
bow, but at night she always let it fall in bouncing curls that
framed her delicate features. This was an "order" from Ike, who
insisted that she always look a certain way when she came to bed.
At first Tricia hadn't minded at all, being flattered that Ike
paid so much attention to the way she looked. It had seemed
wonderful to have a husband who cared so much about her, and such
details as her hair and clothing. However, as time passed, she
came to realize that there was really little to be flattered
about. It was all some kind of formula for him. She was like a
grown-up doll that he liked to dress in certain ways, and then he
would force her to do exactly what he wanted!
Tricia splashed cold water on her face, and then applied a
skin freshener with a cotton ball. Her clear blue eyes sparkled
beneath the heavy water dotted lashes as she thought about Ike
telling her he had a "surprise" for her tonight! She didn't want
any more surprises. In their short six-month marriage, she had
already had enough. He was always coming home from his job at the
TV repair shop at night with some new gimmick, and Tricia was
afraid that he had something especially obnoxious planned for this
evening.
"TRICIA! DID YOU HEAR ME?"
"Yes, Ike, I'll be right out ... just a minute!" she replied.
It was depressing, she thought as she sprayed herself with Ma
Griffe perfume ... she had counted on having a nice quiet evening
on the night before they left for the country. She was looking
forward to taking their vacation with her parents at the "Family
Reunion" that her father had planned. She particularly wanted to
see her father. Since her marriage to Ike she had seen him so
little, and she missed him. She did not tell Ike that her dad
usually called her at home once or twice each week, during the day
while he was at the shop. Ike would have had a fit. He had never
gotten along with the old man, claiming that he had too much
influence over Tricia ... whereas he, Ike was the only person who
should have any kind of say in her life now that they were
married!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?"
Tricia jumped at the harsh tone of her husband's voice.
"Why must you treat me like a child???" she hissed, in a tone
low enough so that Ike would not be able to hear. But she was
unable to gather up the courage to show him this inner anger, and
she hurriedly went to open the bathroom door, having completed her
evening toilette.
"I'm sorry ..." she started saying, but stopped short as she
entered the bedroom. Her mouth hung open from the shock of what
she saw. The entire room was illuminated with flood lights, and
they pointed directly at the bed which had been carefully made
down. Ike stood over at the chest of drawers fiddling with what
looked like a large camera, while on the other bureau stood a new
television set.
"Wha ...?"
Ike beamed and turned toward her, pointing the camera in her
direction. To her amazement, Tricia saw her own image appear on
the television screen.
"What is this ... Ike ... what on earth is going on?"
"It's a video tape machine, babe ... come on in ... why don't
you get over there on the bed right in the middle like a good girl
... I'm gonna set up this camera!"
Tricia could tell from the excitement in her husband's voice
that he cared little about what her reaction to this strange new
machine was. He was like a little boy captivated by a new toy.
She stood uncertainly in the doorway of the bathroom, looking
at the tiny image of herself on the 10 inch screen. It was
fascinating, but there was something horrible about it too. She
was being televised and the image was being instantaneously
projected. She had seen this type machine in a department store
once, but had never dreamed that one day one would be
photographing her in her nightie in her own house. As she watched
the image suddenly changed and there on the screen was the big
double bed. The full impact of what was going to happen dawned on
her and she took a step backward into the bathroom. It was like
watching a set on a TV program, only she was to be the star
performer in this story!
Ike looked over at his wife. "Great!" he thought, "she's
wearing that shorty gown ... she looks terrific tonight!"
Hungrily, he took in Tricia's shapely teenage figure as it was
clearly outlined beneath her shorty gown by the bright flood
lights. He could feel his cock rising as his eyes roamed over her
large melon sized breasts. He was going to give them a good
sucking tonight! Gleefully he put the final adjustment on the
camera so that it would remain fixed upon the bed, and pressed the
"record" button.
"This is gonna be good!" Ike said, approaching his young 18-
year-old wife.
Tricia pulled back as he reached out and grabbed her arm,
steering her gently but firmly toward the bed.
"Ike, you don't mean ... Ike ... I can't!!!"
"Not so ..." Ike replied swinging her about and letting her
go so that she landed squarely upon the bed. "You can do anything
you want to do!" He was watching the screen to see that the
camera was properly focused. It was.
"Now act nice sweetie," Ike said, beginning to remove his
sport shirt and trousers. "Afterward I'm gonna play the whole
thing back for you and you can see how beautiful you are!"
Tricia hadn't realized that the camera was also recording ...
so that the image that was being played across the screen could be
stored away afterward and replayed again and again! She squinted
up into the impossibly bright lights. All she could see of her
undressing husband was a vague shadow. The tears came in earnest
now, and her cheeks glistened with wetness. And she had wanted
romance! All her life she had been a romantic little girl,
looking forward to the day when she would be married to the
perfect boy of her dreams. How could she have ever been duped
into thinking that Ike was that boy?! She wondered why she stayed
married to him ... why she didn't leave him (as her father
guessing at her unhappiness often suggested). She couldn't
explain it even to herself. After all she didn't have to put up
with his antics! Ever since their wedding night when he had
forced her to pose naked with nothing but a pair of high boots on
while he took Polaroid pictures of her in every lewd position
possible, he had subjected her to one humiliation after another
... and now this ...!!!
But she had little time to continue her trend of thought.
Ike was ready to join her. He knelt down on the bed, causing her
to roll slightly toward him, and approaching her on all fours, he
bent over her kissing her passionately on the lips, forcing her
head back with the sheer strength of his tongue pushing wetly into
her mouth. Simultaneously, his hands reached up beneath the folds
of her nylon nightgown and he groped toward the firm young mounds
of her breasts. His fingers encountered the warmth of her rib
cage and slid upward toward the softly quivering tips of her
nipples. The smooth creamy flesh seemed to glide beneath his
hands and Ike could feel himself breaking out into a sweat as the
soft and pliant globes gave beneath his touches and he moulded
them like putty in his hands.
"OH HONEY!!!" he breathed into her mouth, feeling his tongue
worm hungrily into her open mouth. He pressed down upon her, his
naked body covering hers, and heard her squeal as his weight
pressed heavily on her trembling body. His heavy cock felt like
it was expanding to ten times its size as it pushed against her
lower belly.
Ike cursed as he realized she was wearing the matching
panties that went along with the shorty gown. "Didn't I tell you
never to wear those damned things??" he growled. One hand left the
silken heat of breasts and moved downward toward the flimsy
protective panties. He grabbed at the elastic at the waist and
pulled down. Then remembering the camera again, he moved slightly
so that Tricia's entire lower half was exposed to the all-seeing
lens. Then he pulled down on the elastic waistband of her
panties, revealing bit by bit, more and more of his wife's secret
flesh. First the smooth downy surface of her belly ... the deeply
indented navel appeared.
"Ike ...!!!! IKE I WON'T STAND FOR IT. I WON'T PUT UP WITH
IT!!!!!" Tricia tried to break away from him, kicking her legs out
and struggling to get up. But Ike pushed her back down and
resumed his stripping of her helpless young genitals. Smiling into
the camera, and watching his activities on the television screen,
he rolled the panties down a little further. The softly curling
hairs of Tricia's pubic mound appeared, first the soft white lower
belly and then the sparsely youthful strands of cuntal hairs
peeped out as finally, in spite of her squirming, the entire
blonde vee of her now naked young pussy came into view. Ike
laughed and hurriedly peeled the panties all the way down over her
gracefully tapered thighs and calves and then off, flinging them
across the room where they landed on a straight backed chair.
The cool rush of October night air drifting across her now
fully exposed vagina chilled Tricia, and she wailed pitifully.
"OH IKE, how can you do this to me ... HOW CAN YOU?"
"It's easy babe ... real easy, cause I like cunt!" Ike
replied, gazing excitedly down at the nakedness of her now
unprotected pussy. With his thumbs he spread the tender, fuzz-
fringed lips of his wife's cunt, opening up the moistly hidden
little mouth inside.
"Just relax ... honey ... relax. It'll feel good ... doesn't
it always!" He had spread her tiny quivering vaginal split open
wide for the staring lens to photograph, and now he intended to
continue the lewdly exciting play!
The helplessly squirming young blonde tried to press her
buttocks down hard into the bed, as though she could escape the
moment when Ike's fingers would touch her there and be recorded
forever going up inside her. She couldn't believe that this was
actually happening! She felt so exposed and more vulnerable than
ever! Then, there it was ... his fingers brushed hotly against
the silken mound of her pussy, and Tricia closed her eyes tight as
an acute sensation of unwanted pleasure rolled over her. She
tried to resist it, tried even not to feel it ... to tell herself
that this was wicked, horrid ... that she must not respond to it
... but suddenly she felt herself involuntarily growing wetter
down between her thighs in anticipation of what was going to take
place. She felt embarrassed at her arousal as Ike's lips nibbled
at hers again and she felt her husband's middle finger parting the
soft blonde curls of her pubic fuzz and teasing into the narrow
crevice of her helplessly tingling pussy.
"OH GOD!" she thought ... "What would Daddy think if he saw
me almost naked like this with no panties on and Ike's hand up
between my legs!"
A perverse pleasure began to expand inside her as her young
husband pushed slowly along the highly sensitive pink flanged area
of her open pussy. She felt herself moving her legs imperceptibly
wider. Her smoothly sensitive cuntal walls could feel every little
ridge of Ike's middle finger as it began a steady irresistible
friction in the hot depths of her exposed vagina.
"AAAAAAaaaaaaah!" Tricia moaned, "AAAH!"
The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the nail scraped
over her trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk upright
like an erect little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs
wide apart now and they were obscenely splayed out on the bed as
the camera flashed every movement onto the clearly tuned in
television screen as his finger disappeared wetly into Tricia's
tightly pulsing little pussy. A tremendous shudder went through
her as Ike's hand harshly continued its lascivious fingering. The
soft golden hair that surrounded her vagina was parted wide as he
toyed with her throbbing clitoris, making her moan with forbidden
delight.
He continued flicking at her excitedly throbbing clitoris,
making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand
slipped beneath the sheer material of her nightgown to once again
pinch the hot little nipples that were already hardening like tiny
agate pebbles. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him
and knew that he would have to crawl on her and get inside her hot
little cunt and fast! His cock felt like a rod of molten steel
and he knew that the grinding video camera was going to record an
eyeful this night!
Tricia's thighs felt completely limp and all she could do now
was respond with her hips to his touches. Involuntarily, she
began to move them back and forth in time to the rhythm of his
finger fucking. Slowly but surely she felt his finger moving down
so that his entire hand was able to cup up between her widespread
thighs. He gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry
out in pain and in the same instant slip another finger beside the
first deep inside her rapidly melting vagina.
"OOOOOOooooohhhhhh ..." Tricia groaned out, her face a mask
of ecstatic bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black
out from the fantastic feeling of being fingered so violently by
two fingers at the same time. But then, as they continued their
lewd teasing of the smooth sensitive walls inside, the tips of
them pressing all the way up against the soft end of her cervix
high up in the warm, wet confines of her pulsing cunt, wave after
wave of startling pleasure began to seep out of her. For the
first time that evening, the rolling camera was forgotten and her
body was alive once more, responding completely to her lust-
maddened husband.
Ike began a steady back and forth motion with his fingers
leaning to one side so that the camera would have a clear view of
her excited vaginal juices as they flowed down around his
searching fingers.
Suddenly, and without warning, Ike slipped both fingers out
of his young wife's now hungrily grasping cunt and before Tricia
could even respond, she felt her legs being parted by his leg and
the smooth rubbery head of his prick was sliding inside the narrow
cleft of her pussy. He moved it up and down the slippery entrance
and Tricia heard herself moan in crazed desire. Gone were all
thoughts of the bright lights, the churning camera pointed between
her legs and the television set that played out her consuming lust
like a situation comedy. Her widespread pussy ached for his thick
hard prick. She wanted so badly to feel him to ram it up inside
her that she felt she would be forced to scream for him to hurry.
His hands were working steadily at her breast and they felt
excited and swollen. All that seemed to exist of her now were
these stinging breasts and the moistly throbbing pussy up between
her open legs that accepted the blunt tip of her husband's cock as
it rubbed teasingly against her hair-lined slit creating an almost
unbearable friction.
"... yes ... yes ... yes ... Yes!!!!!" she groaned out to her
triumphantly leering husband. She started pushing her hips up
higher and higher, trying to get Ike to enter her. But his cock
continued to tease her, hesitating at the hot, begging entrance to
her vagina until she began to claw wildly at his back, pleading
with him in a passion crazed voice.
"Please ... Please, Ike ... take me ... take me ... now, oh
God, Ike. Please Ike, TAKE ME NOW!!!!!!!"
Tricia moaned and squirmed beneath him, struggling to open
her legs still further, trying to arch herself up and trap his
cock with the hungrily nibbling lips of her aching cunt.
Instinctively he made an answering motion, thrusting himself down
a little and then up so that the smooth rubbery head of his cock
hooked up into the moist waiting opening between her legs.
"AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG ..." Tricia groaned, lifting herself up
with a surprising strong upthrust and spreading her legs wider.
Then kicking out, she locked her legs up around her husband's
back. Her heels dug desperately into his kidneys as her cunt
flowered open and sucked his swollen cock hungrily inside and in
spite of her passion, she knew without a doubt that the grinding
camera had a perfect view of her widespread young pussy being
fucked into by her sadistic young husband.
At first Ike's heavily hardened rod moved slowly into
Tricia's tightly clenched cuntal passage but then as her natural
sex juices prepared the way it sped quickly up to the very end of
her pussy. His cock rose up to the hilt, expanding within the
narrow channel, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful
wake. Her cunt muscles were rippling crazily all around his
driving cock and it felt like all hell was breaking loose inside
her.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Ike swore, sweat popping out all over his
lust contorted face. His wife's hot little cunt had never felt
better. His thick cock jerked inside her pussy, his balls full to
the bursting point and he longed to shoot his hot sperm into her
immediately. But he knew it would look better on the videotape if
he could wait, so he held himself back, trying to let his thoughts
concentrate on making sure the camera was getting the best view
possible of his cock fucking into her cunt.
But just then Tricia let out a long wail of ecstasy, working
her own hips up and down wildly, her long slender legs swung
around his back, her hot seeping cunt open and sucking, a seething
pit of lust created solely for his cock. He felt her nails
scraping along his back, carrying small trails of flesh with them,
but the rising sensations along his burgeoning cock cancelled out
the pain and his hands cupped down beneath her firm rounded
buttocks, lifting them up still higher as he controlled the
position of her blonde-curled pussy around his thick, driving
penis. He pulled his head back so that he could look at her and
moved slightly to the side so the camera could record the carnal
beauty of her lust contorted face. Her teeth were tightly
clenched, her eyes tightly closed, her hair wild and flying as she
tossed her head from side to side.
"Aaaaaaahhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... yyeeeeessssssss ..." she
crooned continuously as Ike fucked into her with all his might,
withdrawing halfway and then ramming back in. Each time he rammed
into her it seemed as though he was creating space where none had
existed before. With a yelping cry, he drove forward into the
wider stretching little cunt and he could feel his face growing
redder as Tricia's hotly secreting vaginal juices flowed out from
the steaming orifice between her legs and trickled warmly down the
base of his cock and onto his burgeoning testicles. Loud wet
sluicing noises filled the room as he slammed insanely into her
open, upturned pussy.
"Don't stop ... for God's sake ... don't stop ... don't
don't!!! Oh, darling ... I'm there ... I'm there ... THERE!!!!!!"
Ike threw one last spine splitting thrust into his wildly
convulsing young wife's pussy.
"YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Tricia screamed out, her head
falling backwards to the pillow as her hips squirmed obscenely up
at the whirring camera. A series of wild, untamed spasms took
hold of her as the driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing
the trembling folds of her vaginal walls steadily back, massaging
them internally with each withdrawal. He brought his huge shaft
all the way out of her, leaving just the head at the entrance and
then with all his might rammed back into her tightly milking
little cunt.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH ..." she screamed, bucking up against his
savage thrust. Ike crooned with delight, knowing he would soon
join his young, insanely bucking wife in a mutual orgasm. Gasping
for air, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of her
cunt. His balls ached painfully and as she continued to jerk and
convulse around his bursting penis his cock gave a gigantic lurch
inside her and then exploded, blasting a milky white stream of
heated male sperm high up into her waiting little belly. Tricia
could feel it splashing against the passion-dilated walls of her
womb in hot, uneven spurts and while her sweat covered body
gyrated crazily beneath Ike's as he emptied his excitedly jerking
testicles into her, she screamed out and peaked into another deep,
shuddering climax.
After a few moments, Tricia felt her husband lift off her
exhausted body and with her eyes closed she heard him turning off
the camera and going over to adjust the television set.
"Wait till you see the replay!" he called over to her.
Tricia kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.
"Oh, God," she thought to herself. "I hope this trip to the
country will help straighten Ike out. Maybe Daddy will speak to
him. "Oh, Daddy ... why did I ever leave home. No one could ever
love me the way you did ... oh, Daddy! oh god, Daddy!!!"
Chapter 3
Jamie Livingston smiled to himself as he remembered what
Linda had whispered in his ear just before he'd left her the night
before. His driving was almost automatic, and he paid little
attention to the passing scenery as he drove along the New York
state thruway, headed toward his mother and father's resort. He
had made this trip many times before and could almost name every
rock along the way to Exit 18.
He welcomed the long drive up, because he knew his wife Susan
would elect to remain in the back in the trailer, and that Nancy,
his 10 year old daughter would probably read comic books on the
way. Nancy didn't talk much anyway, and he'd given up trying to
draw the little girl out. He figured she'd get friendly when she
was ready. This way, he had a little peace and didn't have to
feel guilty if he felt like thinking about Linda!
He recalled now her saucy upturned nose, and her little pixie
haircut that framed her face in such a way that she often looked
just like a young boy! But in bed she was no boy ... with a man-
eating little pussy like she had, that was for sure, Jamie thought
now, smiling to himself.
Next to him 10-year-old Nancy looked sideways at her dad and
wondered to herself just what he was smiling about. She knew that
he and her mother had had a lulu of a fight that very morning, all
about where he had been so late the night before ... and her
mother had tearfully insisted she did not want to go to the family
reunion with him. Nancy remembered her mother saying that she
would feel like a "hypocrite" having to smile at everyone and
pretend everything was alright when it wasn't! Nancy wondered
exactly what a hypocrite was ... but she knew what it was like to
have to pretend things were fine when they weren't. She did it
all the time ... that was why a lot of the time she just remained
silent, it was easier than pretending!
She looked behind her through the back window of the speeding
Ford at the trailer that swung along behind them. She wondered
what her Mom was doing in there ... and hoped she wasn't still
crying. Her father had declared that like it or not they all had
to go up to "Livingston's" because no one would understand if they
didn't and he hoped that going along with his father on this
ridiculous attempt at some kind of family unity would keep him off
his back for the rest of the year!
Every time he saw his father and mother they would both hint
that he would be better off coming up to help run the profitable
resort rather than "struggling on his own in the city" as they put
it. It always made him mad, because he felt foolish insisting he
enjoyed his position in the large advertising firm of Dayton and
Doles ... when in reality he hated it. Nevertheless, he had hopes
of rising to a really top position with the firm if he could only
hold on long enough and take all the garbage that was shoveled out
to him!
Nancy was glad to be going to see her grandfather and mother
... and she had always liked her father's sister, Aunt Tricia the
few times she had seen her. Being with other people in the family
was a welcome relief to the little girl ... a chance to witness
something other than what had become continuous arguing between
her mother and father! She looked again at her father's profile
... his blonde, almost Germanic features were outlined against the
passing scenery beside him, his blue eyes focused on some spot
ahead of them on the road. If only he were as nice as he looked,
Nancy sighed to herself, turning away once more to look out her
window.
* * *
Susan Livingston lay on the bunk bed in the back of the
trailer. She had one of her headaches and the swaying motion of
the vehicle was not helping it any. Lying down helped some
though, and she was glad she could be alone for the length of the
trip up to "Livingston's" ... just so she would have time to
prepare herself for the ordeal of being with the rest of her
husband's family!
Susan's flaming red hair fanned out on the pillow behind her
as she lay with her face turned to the wall of the trailer. She
had already taken two Excedrins but they didn't seem to be doing
for her what they did for the woman in the TV commercial! The
small portable radio was turned on, and a daytime serial was on.
When she heard the first dulcet tones of the heroine's voice, she
mumbled to herself, "God, I didn't know they still had those
things!"
She just didn't feel like getting up to turn it off, though,
so she listened to the continuing saga of Lilian Lawrence for a
few moments before letting her mind wander. The story was about a
young career girl who was engaged to be married, and it reminded
Susan of herself prior to her marriage to Jamie 11 years ago. Had
it really been that long? she wondered. Where was the time going
to? She and Jamie had been so young, 18 and 19 ... my goodness,
she thought, neither one of them had really known just what it was
all about! She had been a successful junior model when they met,
and he an aspiring ad man, although neither one of them had really
left home yet! If she had it all to do over, she thought, she
would never, never tie herself down at such an early age! Those
first years had been fun ... almost like playing house, and little
Nancy had been like a doll! But now Nancy was getting to be a big
girl; and she could hardly remember the time when she and Jamie
had had any fun in the last five years! More and more, recently
Jamie had taken to ignoring her ... taking her for granted ... and
even though she took great pains to maintain her always rather
spectacular figure, she felt that her husband couldn't care less.
She could count the times they'd made love in the last two months
on the fingers of one hand!
Thinking of it now, she felt the same old feeling of being
cheated wash over her. It just wasn't fair. She was an
attractive woman, not even thirty ... a woman that most men would
appreciate! She had to keep telling herself these things over and
over to bolster her low morale.
"It would serve him right if I took a lover!" she said out
loud to the wall. The trailer went over a big bump and she rolled
over a little bit and as she did so her hand encountered the
nipple of one of her smoothly formed breasts. A funny little
thrill went through her as she tried to imagine someone other than
her husband touching her. She had never done it with another man,
so it was difficult to picture ... but she knew that he would be
more gentle, more exciting ... more involved with her feelings
than Jamie! She was wearing a short play dress of a soft cotton
material since the weather had been unusually warm, a real Indian
Summer. She had also hoped the becoming dress might find favor in
Jamie's eyes. Her long legs had always been one of her best
features and she always liked to show them off. Therefore she had
been surprised when Jamie had looked at the dress and asked her if
she didn't know that "fashionable women were wearing their dresses
much longer these days?" She had felt like throwing a lamp at
him, but had restrained herself, telling him that truly
fashionable women wore whatever they felt like! She thought of
this now, resentfully as her fingers brushed slowly against her
breasts, back and forth until both nipples stood out stiff like
little buttons.
"Mmmmmm ..." she moaned, feeling the delicious little
pinpoints of pleasure spread throughout her body.
She was not sure that Jamie was involved with another woman,
but she strongly suspected it. He had to be getting sex from
somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from her! Just to show him,
she would have to find someone for herself ... although she had no
idea how to go about it. Someone who would make her feel what she
was feeling now ... that wonderful sensuous mood before the
lovemaking began in earnest ... that sweet acute desire boiling up
in her loins, making her feel distinctly moist between the thighs.
There was a kind of dully aching longing within her as her fingers
became more and more active upon her breasts, and suddenly she
pressed one hand inside the low neckline of her dress and slipping
beneath the soft transparency of her brassiere, she fondled the
naked tips of her strangely excited nipples! Her fingers played a
wild tattoo across the tiny peaked cones while the entire lower
half of her body began to move as though it were a puppet on
strings.
After only a second's hesitation, Susan's other hand swirled
down to her thighs and lifted up the short skirt of her dress.
She quickly slipped beneath the elastic of her pink panties'
waistband and moved down to comb her fingers teasingly through the
soft auburn curls of her pubic hair.
"MMMMMM!" she groaned, feeling very wicked for doing this to
herself while her husband and daughter were up front in the car
driving at a good sixty miles an hour. But it was feeling so good
by now that she didn't really care.
"Yes ... yes!" she moaned out ... "Oh, yes!" Wide-eyed and
panting now, she undulated her firmly rounded buttock down against
the mattress, her face becoming contorted by her rising lust. Her
tongue ran wildly along her spread lips as she mewled and groaned
beneath her own deft touch. Her hand tangled tightly in the folds
of her hungry, neglected pussy, and then with a gasp her fingers
thrust themselves upward into the moist darkness of her glistening
vagina!
"OH GOD!" she cried out, knowing that no one could hear her.
She bucked her straining hips up as she worked her long thin
fingers higher and higher into the warm tunnel of her now open
cunt.
"Mmmmmmm Oh! That's good ... Oh, my ... yes, that's GOOD!"
Susan cried, talking to her imaginary lover as her long red hair
tossed about on the bunk bed and her head flailed in helpless
surrender from side to side. The entire trailer swayed wildly as
they turned a particularly sharp curve and Susan groaned softly as
the added motion increased the strength of her self-induced
pleasure.
Her hand moved slowly down from the painfully aroused mounds
of her breasts, trailing to the flat plane of her belly now
exposed as her dress bunched higher above her heaving rib cage.
Then her thumb and fore-finger spread the sides of her slipperily
moistened cunt-lips wide apart, so that if anyone had been looking
up between her thighs they would have seen directly into the
glistening pink moistness of her softly hair-rimmed pussy. The
bud of her clitoris rose throbbing to hardness in the midst of the
tangled auburn pubic hair while Susan flicked at it gently without
ceasing the constant teasing of her other hand deep into her
tightly clenching vagina.
Then, the young, voluptuous woman's entire body jerked
convulsively as though she had received an electrical shock, her
legs beginning a greedy scissoring motion of lust, the white
softness of her inner thighs quivering. Her hips moved up, down
and rotated sideways as the delightful feeling of her own fingers
fucking high into the mysterious cavern of her seething cunt
combined with the thrill of the friction she was giving to her
swollen clitoral nub. Her sparkling white teeth were tightly
clenched and her mounting lust had become completely
uncontrollable. It had been too long since she had felt a man's
touch, and now, her own fingers would have to do!
* * *
Up front in the car, Jamie's penis was hardening again as he
recalled how he had fucked Linda in the bathroom of the young
girl's apartment. Linda was a secretary at Dayton and Doles and
Jamie had been fucking her off and on for about 3 months now.
Recently, it had been "on" again and Jamie enjoyed the young
girl's blatant sexuality ... it was better than Susan's need for
"romantic lovemaking." God, did he get bored with that! But
Linda would do just about anything and was always available
whenever he called her, and she was a hot little piece of ass! He
could still see her perched on that sink, her behind sitting part
way in the bowl, while she held her legs up straight in the air.
"I used to take ballet!" she told him, proudly as she
maintained the difficult position enabling him to stare directly
into her widestretched young pussy. He had been so excited by the
sight of the petite brunette in this weird position that he'd lost
no time in ramming his cock up into her. His massive hardness had
stood straight out and it was at the exact level of the inviting
little hole of the young girl's waiting pussy, so all he had to do
was take two steps forward and there he was! The thick head of
his cock had plugged into the young girl with a soft, kind of
squashing sound, and she had squealed and fallen backwards into
the sink a little ... without, however, releasing her hold on her
legs, so that his cock had surged forward, sinking all the way in
... pushing deep within the little secretary's pink-fleshed cuntal
split! Wild shocks of pleasure had gone stabbing through him, and
they still did now at the memory of it. He had fucked mercilessly
and lasciviously into her, the rigidity of his cock burrowing high
up into the velvety texture of her, as always, hungrily
contracting little cunt.
Jamie's cock jerked upward in his pants as he recalled the
young girl's passion-aroused squeals. She'd really dug it,
alright! What a hot fucking little bitch!
* * *
In the back of the trailer his wife, Susan's, eyes became
glassy from the wild ecstasy swirling within her. Warm, slippery
fluids seeped through her fingers as they fucked rhythmically in
and out of her tightly clenching pussy. The wetness flowed down
the crevice between her long legs and in between the smooth fleshy
buttocks that bumped up and down lewdly upon the mattress. She
uttered high pitched moans of delight that were heard only within
the confines of the moving trailer, as the first tiny shudders of
impending orgasm began to break in rolling waves over the lust-
filled surface of Susan's body. She continued to finger crazily
into her naked secret genitals, imagining the smooth spongy tip of
a long thick prick deep inside her instead of her own drubbing
fingers.
"OH GOD!" she thought. "How can one feel this good? Oh, let
it go on and on!!!"
She could almost feel her imaginary lover's cock expanding
within her tight vagina ... entering and withdrawing, faster and
faster!
"AAAAAAAAH!" Susan cried out, strangling the sound through
her tightly clenched teeth. Her fingers flicked with greater
intensity now against the highest point of her vagina, teasingly
grazing the sensitive cervix, but to Susan they were the driving
spongy head of a thick, sperm-filled cock probing deep, deep into
the soft yielding flesh of her cunt! Obscene thrills of insane,
erotic sensation ran through her as she arched her back and let
out a groan of earth-shattering climax.
"AAAAAHOOOOOOHO! she groaned on and on, letting the luxurious
sensations of orgasm carry her away, the fiery, licking flames,
building into a sharpness of raw sexual satisfaction that she had
not known in a long, long while.
Then, with a soulful sob, her entire body twitching, Susan
relaxed her passion tensed muscles and fell back emotionally
drained on the bed.
"Oh, Jamie!" she whispered helplessly, in spite of her
fantasy of another lover. "Oh, my love, why did you drive me to
this!"
* * *
"OH, BABY BABY BABY!!!" agile bodied Linda had cried out,
Jamie remembered. She was cumming fast all around his rigid beet-
red cock. His things were slamming into the ice cold tile of the
sink each time he plunged his thick rod into the young secretary's
greedily clasping pussy. Jamie had been mesmerized by the sight
of his own passion-contorted face in the mirror of the medicine
cabinet behind Linda's bobbing head, and when he started cumming
it was with a curious lack of involvement with what was happening.
It was good ... God, it was good, though ... he remembered ... the
best screw he'd had yet with that little cunt Linda.
"OOOOOOOOOOHhhhhhweeeeeeee oh, yes ... give it to me honey
yeah, Jamie give it to mmeeeeeeeeee!" she'd cried as his sperm had
flooded like a rain-swollen river into her hair-lined vaginal
passage. And he had responded with a straining grunt of pleasure
which he couldn't help echoing right now in the car on the way up
to his parents' home!
Nancy looked at her father in surprise. Why had he made such
a strange noise???
"Is something wrong, Daddy?" she asked.
Jamie was startled from his lascivious reverie by his young
daughter's innocently questioning voice. He blushed a deep red
... deeper than most men flush due to his pale skin and blonde
hair.
"Uh ... nothing, sweetheart ... nothing at all. Just a frog
in my throat!"
Nancy wondered nonetheless, why, a few moments later, her
father seemed to be having some difficulty in the area of his
stomach. He seemed to be adjusting himself, and apparently it
wasn't easy to do!
"How funny!" she thought, "How very funny!"
Chapter 4
The family sat assembled around the immense dining-room
table, and the low conversational tone of their voices punctuated
and mingled with a comforting sound of spoons clinking against
china plates. They were at the soup course, and John sat at the
head of the table watching as the maid, Bonnie filled the soup
bowls of his family.
"They're all mine!" he thought ... even his daughter's
husband and his son's wife came under the heading of "his" family!
He was getting older, and the idea that he had spawned children
who in turn would create others made him feel good. Indeed, they
had already started with little Nancy! he thought. He looked down
the table to where his little granddaughter sat, her glistening
auburn hair, inherited from her mother tied in becoming pigtails.
"What an attractive and intelligent little girl!" he thought,
beaming down the table at her. His eyes passed on to her mother,
Susan, who sat next to his son.
"Wonder what's wrong with her?" John thought, letting his
attention move on to his son. Jamie was paying little attention
to his wife and daughter, John noticed. He seemed to be far away
in his own thoughts and John recalled that he had always been like
that even as a little boy ... always moody and daydreaming! He
made a mental note to speak to him some time when they were alone
... to caution him about neglecting his family!
Across the heavily laden table, sat John's blonde daughter
Tricia, ten years younger than her brother, her father still
considered her the baby of the family, and it was hard for him to
think of her in any other light but this. He gave his daughter a
smile, trying to conceal his concern. She certainly did look
every bit as much like a fairy princess as she always had! John
mused, even if she did look just a wee bit drawn ... as though she
hadn't had enough sleep the night before. He saw his lovely
daughter return his smile, and thought he detected a hint of
sadness in her eyes.
"If that son-of-a-bitch has been mistreating her ...!!" he
thought furiously turning his attention to his son-in-law, Ike.
Ike wasn't paying the least bit of attention to Tricia, but
appeared to be very interested in something across the table!
John followed his son-in-law's gaze and saw that he was looking
down the front of Susan's dress! She was bending over sideways to
pick up a dropped napkin and the firm, cream-white globes were
almost visible to the nipples! John gulped too when he saw them,
and figured he couldn't really blame Ike for looking ... all the
same it made him uneasy to see Ike looking at a woman other than
Tricia like that, especially one who was his own relative by
marriage!
The maid bustled out after having finished serving the soup
but she paused at the door before leaving surveying the family
group and thinking her own thoughts about them before announcing,
"Madam said to start without her, she's unavoidably detained but
will be down in a moment!"
John let out a whoop of amusement after the woman had left.
"That 'Madam' she's talking about, is just my wife ... you know
her folks, good old Mama Livingston!" The entire table laughed,
and Jamie stood up, raising his glass, in toast to "my mother,
Madam Livingston ... may she appear shortly amongst us, to grace
our table with her illustrious presence!" His blue eyes sparkled
with mirth as he sipped his excellent New York State wine. Carrie
Livingston's airs as her husband John called them, were a standing
family joke, although they were all careful not to make too much
fun of her when she was present, as she had a notable lack of
humour about her own quirks.
John started in on the creamy potatoe soup ... he didn't care
if Carrie wanted to call it Vichyssoise or not ... to him it was
just plain old potatoe soup ... a little smoother than his mother
used to make it when he was a boy on the farm.
He wondered what was keeping his wife so long ... he had
wanted to propose a toast himself, but now he had to wait until
the entire family was together!
He had great hopes about the two week vacation he had
suggested to the family. It would bring them all closer together,
straighten out any problems that had to be straightened out! And
what better place for it than at "Livingston's" his own resort
where hundreds of strangers came to have a good time each summer
season. He had purposefully turned down all requests for
reservations for these first two weeks. They would all have a
ball, he thought, riding the horses, swimming in the pool (since
the weather promised to hold out, almost as though it were
midsummer) playing golf, tennis, pool, and any of the many other
activities that "Livingston's" offered its paying guests. For the
next season, John was offering live entertainment, and the workmen
were due to arrive around the middle of the month to begin work on
the separate building that would serve as a nightclub. All in
all, things were going splendidly, and he wanted to share some of
his good fortune with his family ... and he was especially
interested in having two whole weeks when he would be seeing his
lovely blonde daughter, Tricia, every day!
Jamie was enjoying his soup. It wasn't so bad being at the
old house after all. Everyone seemed pleasant enough since their
arrival a few hours ago in the trailer, and he was really very
impressed with the changes and additions that his father and
mother had made to the old place, which had only been one big
house and a lot of land when he was a boy growing up. Now there
were additions to the main house, including his mother's
outrageously decorated bedroom suite, and there were several other
buildings on the property, including the cabins some of the guests
stayed in. There was also a swimming pool of Olympic proportions!
What he wouldn't have given to have that there as a boy! He'd
been surprised how glad he was to see his mother. He couldn't get
over it. Each time he saw her she seemed to have gotten younger!
She was something of a bother sometimes he'd thought upon seeing
her run down to the car to meet him dressed in a smart slack-suit,
but all in all he was really genuinely fond of the old girl!
He hadn't seen his sister, Tricia, in a while either, even
though they lived within easy reach of each other in New York ...
he in a two story house near Sayville on Long Island, and she in
an apartment in less affluent Queens. He couldn't for the life of
him see why his younger sister had chosen to marry Ike ... a very
bad TV repairman, referred to by his sister when they first met as
"an electronics engineer!" Well, at least the guy wanted to own
his own store someday, Jamie thought, looking across the table at
Ike, whose dark hair always seemed a shade too long, and who
always looked like he needed a shave no matter when he shaved!
Jamie being blonde didn't have that trouble, and he always felt a
little envious of men who had heavy beards. He himself had tried
to grow a moustache several times, but the results had always been
too light to be effective, and he usually shaved the whole mess
off after a couple of weeks. Scrutinizing his brother-in-law as
unobtrusively as he could, Jamie decided that Tricia must have
married him uniquely for his looks. "... and I'll bet he gives her
what for in bed!" he speculated.
"Would you pass me the salt, please ..." The familiar voice
of his wife startled him, at once interrupting his chain of
thought. Annoyed, he reached for one of several salt and pepper
sets on the table and set them down before her plate.
"Thank you ..." Susan said distinctly, in such a way that he
knew she was rebuking him for not talking to her since they sat
down at the table. Usually his reaction to such an attitude on
her part would be to become even more unsociable, but suddenly he
decided, the hell with it ... why not really relax and have a good
time since they were committed to being there for two weeks!
"Not at all!" he replied, turning to smile at his wife
brilliantly. "Would you like some more wine, honey?" He downed
his glass and reached for one of the bottles that the maid had
left on the table.
Susan was at first startled by Jamie's change in attitude,
and she didn't know whether he was being sarcastic or if she ought
to take him seriously. She was feeling a little self-conscious
about the low cut dress she had chosen to wear at dinner ... but
she was beginning to feel a little desperate about ever being
attractive to her husband again, and while dressing, she'd made a
split second decision on the provocative black dress that showed
more of her amply proportioned breasts than usual. Smiling
hopefully back at her husband, she searched his face for a sign.
Jamie returned her look good naturedly, and Susan felt herself
relaxing a little. Perhaps things would be alright after all!
She allowed him to fill her empty wine glass to the brim, and as
he toasted her she felt a surge of happiness run through her as
she noticed his eyes taking in the magnificent swell of her almost
naked breasts. If everything worked out alright that evening,
perhaps they would make love that night! She was sure that Ike
across the table from her was the type who made wild love to
Jamie's sister every night ... Lucky Tricia! she thought
enviously.
"I want to toast too, Mommy!" little Nancy piped up. She was
already bored by this adult's supper and was hoping she'd be able
to finish eating and go outside soon. She had no intention of
going to bed, but hoped to explore more of her grandparents'
resort while no one was about to tell her what she should or
shouldn't be doing.
"Of course, darling," Susan replied, clinking her glass to
her daughter's soda filled wine glass. "Let's toast to a very
successful evening!"
Ike had not failed to notice his beautiful auburn-haired
sister-in-law's splendid figure. He had only met her once or
twice before, but never had he suspected that she had such hidden
talents! What he wouldn't give to get his hands on those babies,
he thought! And what was better to get some good photographs of
them for his secret collection. He was idly wondering if she ever
sunbathed in the nude and congratulating himself for bringing up
not only all his photographic equipment, but his new video
recorder as well! He chuckled when he remembered Tricia's
expression when she saw him putting all the cameras in the car.
Poor Tricia! He hoped she got used to it all soon because he had
no intentions of giving up his favorite hobby! He really didn't
mind forcing his little blonde wife to do all these wild things
though ... in fact he had begun to enjoy that aspect of it more
and more. And Tricia could not deny much longer that she was
getting some good lays! He turned suddenly to her and whispered,
"you know sweetie, if you'd just wise up to what you really like,
you'd be a really groovy chick!"
Tricia turned a bright crimson, worrying that her father
might overhear her husband talking to her like this.
"Ike!" she whispered fiercely, "how can you talk to me like
that ... I'm your wife ... not some chick!!!"
Ike was really beginning to embarrass her. Not only was he
doing nothing to cover up his usually surly attitude for the sake
of her family, but he seemed to be more rambunctious than usual!
The way he was gulping his wine was making her very nervous,
because she knew that he just couldn't handle liquor, although he
was one of those men who thought he could take any amount! He was
already ruining what she had hoped would be a happy reunion with
her family, and Tricia felt mortified by the prospect of two whole
weeks ahead of her, during which she could only try to make Ike
behave! Looking across the table at her sister-in-law, Susan,
Tricia thought that she had all the luck ... being married to
someone nice and quiet as her brother Jamie. Jamie was probably
very considerate of her feelings, she thought, watching him pour
wine for his wife.
These reveries were cut off in midstream by the sudden
addition of music to the room. It was coming from the living room
door, the door between the rooms having suddenly been flung open.
Wild violin strings poured liquid tremolos of sound over the
diners and as everyone looked up, they were more than astounded by
what they saw!
Carrie Livingston stood framed in the doorway, posing as it
were for her astonished family. Her height having always been an
advantage for entrances, this time gave her the air of being
almost seven feet tall, and although she was naturally a slender
woman, in many ways she resembled an amazon. More than anything,
it was an attitude she had which enabled her to exude an aura of
just about anything she wanted. Tonight, she wanted pure glamour
... pure beauty ... pure sex. And this she achieved with ease.
For one thing, her long diaphanous gown swept from her shoulders
to the floor in a scintillating gold and white rush of material,
caught up at one splendidly creamy shoulder by a diamond brooch
that seemed to be all that was holding the whole thing up. Not
that it mattered whether it was held up or not, for the
grandmother, mother, mother-in-law, and wife was wearing a dress
that was almost completely transparent! This gave the most
interesting and penetrating view of Carrie's magnificently
preserved body to every member of the family at the long dining
room table.
In spite of their second thoughts, the first thought of every
man in the room, be it husband, son or son-in-law, was something
to the effect of, "MY GOD, WHAT A FIGURE!"
Carrie knew she looked good, so she stood there just long
enough to let everyone get a good look, and then she ambled slowly
into the room, her beaming smile and mascaraed eyes taking in each
of them. Her large breasts swayed slowly as she moved, bouncing
just the tiniest bit up and down, and the smooth line that moved
at a tempting angle from her hip to her groin where the inverted
crown of her pubic mound formed a perfect vee was clearly visible
through the gauze of her gown.
"Hello ... darlings ..." she cooed, kissing each of them
lightly on the cheeks and trailing a wake of sensuous "Caleche"
perfume behind her. As she took her place at the end of the table
facing her husband, she noted with amusement what looked like a
sea of awestruck faces turned in her direction. All conversation
had stopped, and John looked as though he were about to explode.
Before this could happen, Carrie waved her hand and chimed out,
"Marie! The champagne please!!!" Then she looked around her and
said, "Isn't anyone going to hold my chair for me?"
Her son Jamie, who was closest, jumped up and pulled his
mother's chair back. Obviously embarrassed, he took his place
again, and looked down at his place setting. Beside him, Susan
stared as though mesmerized at the visible crowns of her mother-
in-law's nipples, which were firm and thick and apparently lightly
rouged to make them stand out even more.
The champagne arrived just in time and everyone drank
thirstily, happy for something to concentrate on other than
Carrie's unorthodox dress. When the first two bottles were empty
Carrie commanded that another two be brought, and no one, least of
all herself objected to the flow of sparkling imported wine. By
the time the roast venison had been devoured and the last course
of dessert (apple pie and vanilla ice cream) had been served, most
everyone felt completely at ease, no matter what their previous
problems. Little Nancy had long since left after saying, "Gee
whiz, Grandma, all of you is certainly pretty!" and the adults had
entered into the pleasant haze of elation that good brut champagne
can give to almost anyone.
John had quite forgotten his original fury at seeing his wife
appear at a family gathering in such revealing attire, and was
deep in conversation with his daughter about one of the many
incidents of her childhood which he recalled with fond detail and
loved to tell over and over again.
Ike was holding forth to both Carrie and Susan, his two in-
laws, mother and sister about photography, promising to show them
both some of his photographs which he just happened to have
brought along. The two women seemed very interested, and Ike
found himself thinking, "That's not all I'd like to show them!"
For his first interest in Susan's low-cut dress had been replaced
with great impact by his mother-in-law's revealing outfit.
"To think that she'd dare to do something like that!" he
thought. "What guts! What balls!" It lead him to wondering just
what else she might dare to do. He bet she'd had her fun in her
time, and from what he could see, there was plenty of mileage left
in her well cared for chassis! He was only a little ashamed to be
thinking such things about his wife's mother, and that little bit
vanished as he continued drinking the excellent champagne.
The only person who seemed to be unaffected by the mood of
general gayety was Jamie, who couldn't quite get over the
proximity of his nearly naked mother! It was just horrible, and
the fact that everybody else was just ignoring it only added to
his discomfort! He had always hated it when she showed off her
shape just as if she were some teen-ager ... but this was
certainly the farthest she had ever gone in that direction.
When Carrie left the table to replace a broken champagne
glass with one from the kitchen, Jamie followed her, and facing
her in the quiet midst of the modern cooking appliances, he
angrily suggested that she go put some clothes on. Since the maid
had gone home, Carrie had no fear of being overheard.
"Hah!" she replied, tilting her head back and letting loose a
charming laugh. "You take things much too seriously, Jamie!
Always did ... even when you were a little boy!"
Jamie felt his blood pressure rising. When she got going
about "when he was a little boy" he often felt like throttling
her, and this was no exception!
"Now ... I took great trouble having this dress made ...
Marlene Dietrich wore one similar to it when she opened at ..."
"But you're not Marlene Dietrich! You're my mother!" Jamie
interrupted, fairly shouting.
"That's correct dear boy ..." Carrie answered beginning to
get annoyed by her son's persistence. "I am your mother ... and
you don't tell me what to do ... if anything I tell you what to
do!"
"I'm a grown man ..." Jamie began, sputtering.
"And ... I'm a grown woman! And what's more it certainly
isn't the first time you've seen my body ... why as a child you
used to always come into the bathroom while I was bathing ... I
remember how wonderful it was when you used to scrub my back ...
such a look of concentration on your little face ... you were such
a darling ..."
"NO! STOP IT!" Jamie yelled. "WILL YOU SHUT UP?? WHEN WILL
YOU STOP TRYING TO BE YOUNG AGAIN? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET OLD LIKE
EVERYBODY ELSE'S MOTHER? HOW OLD ARE YOU ANYWAY??????!"
Carrie stared at her son in amazement, her face turning white
with rage. "I thought I'd taught my son some manners!" she said
tersely. But Jamie had already turned his back to his mother and
was halfway out the door. And then he was gone.
Carrie stood staring after him for a long moment, and then
she put her hands up to her face and began to cry. Instead of
returning to the dining room, she gathered up a new bottle of
champagne from her endless supply and taking a glass with her,
slipped out onto the back porch that adjoined the kitchen. There,
she felt she would be free to cry all she wanted without anyone
seeing ... and there in the dark she would be allowed to have any
fantasies she felt like.
She was still sitting there some time later when Ike wandered
out into the kitchen. From there he noticed the doorway leading
outside and wanting a much needed breath of fresh air, found
himself on the porch with Carrie.
She was sitting in an old-fashioned swinging chair, staring
remorsefully into the dark night. In one hand she held her
champagne glass, in the other the bottle.
"Well ... if it isn't the grand lady ... I mean ... Hi Mother
Livingston!" Ike was feeling no pain, and he felt ready for any
situation, any occasion. He plopped himself down on the swing
beside Carrie, setting it to creaking and swaying and laughed good
naturedly with surprise.
"Gee ... I thought this damned thing was just an ordinary
sofa!" he declared.
Carrie brightened considerably with the arrival of her new
company, rising to the occasion by blotting her smeared mascara as
best she could and deciding to make the best of an almost ruined
evening.
Before too long they were both roaring with laughter and
telling each other dirty stories. Ike did not worry about being
missed inside, as Ike knew that everyone was pretty much beyond
caring. And if anyone did care they could just come on out and
find out how much more pleasant it was out on the porch!
For the first time, Carrie was appreciating the young man her
daughter had married. He really wasn't so bad at all! she thought
through a haze of alcohol. And he did have all that dark curly
hair. That was really quite appealing. And he knew how to tell a
good joke! What was more, he seemed to be most appreciative of
her own wit and charm, and Carrie felt more than grateful to him
for that. She felt her self-esteem rising again after the fit of
depression her son had caused.
"And then he touched her there and there! and said, 'But you
promised not to laugh!'" Ike finished up the punch line of his
joke and feeling a sudden inspiration, he illustrated it by
touching his mother-in-law lightly twice ... once on each breast.
The two rouged nipples were still visible, and even in the dark of
the porch, Ike could see them. The scent of the older woman's
perfume penetrated him, and as he realized just what he had done,
a thrill of lust spread through him. He saw that Carrie was not
laughing, but was giving him a rather curious look. He held his
breath a moment taking in the pale beauty of her features. God
she was beautiful! Much more beautiful than her daughter Tricia
would ever be! He felt a strong field of attraction growing up
between them, and the longer each of them went without speaking,
the stronger it grew. Suddenly, there was nothing else for him to
do but lean forward and kiss her.
He found her lips warm and slightly parted, and as he
pressured them with his own, he felt them trembling. She was
accepting his kiss! The sweetness of forbidden fruit crept into
each of their minds and Ike let his tongue wander far into the
back of the older woman's mouth.
Carrie felt the shock of Ike's kiss as strongly as if he had
struck her across the face. Her whole being accepted it ...
wanted it, cried out for it! In it was the recognition she had
been seeking ... it said, "You are beautiful ... young ...
desirable!" The heat of alcohol she'd consumed mingled in her
veins with the surging power of long pent-up desire. Her
subconscious wish for a lover had been answered! And yet, of
course, it wasn't entirely that simple ... was anything ever
simple ...? Her eyes flickered open and she looked intensely at
the man who was now gathering her into his arms ... her daughter's
husband!
"OH no ... OH NO, IKE ..." she said pushing him away from
her. The swing creaked and groaned. "No ... please ... I can't
... we can't ... certainly not!"
But Ike pretended she had said nothing ... "What a
magnificent creature!" he said leaning forward again. His throat
felt dry and harsh. He could see the resemblance to Tricia in
this older woman's face, and an odd mixture of excitement and
curiosity took hold of him. He felt her stiffen and draw back as
he took hold of her, but then after a second of hesitation, she
let him pull her to him again. He kissed her hard, trying to
eradicate any shades of guilt or doubt in either of their minds.
Things were happening so fast that Carrie's brain was
spinning too fast for her to catch up with it. She tried to pull
away but her son-in-law held onto her still tighter, his hot
tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret
corners, pursing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire
flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. But Ike
pushed her head back so that it was resting on the back of the
porch swing, her body arching up against his, her breasts pressed
up against his hard chest.
"Nnnnnoooooooo ..." she protested, unconvincingly.
Suddenly, Ike's hands were running up and down the smooth
expanse of exposed flesh on Carrie's back and at that instant, the
taste of his mouth on hers became delicious.
"Oh, God!" she thought. "What the hell am I doing?" But
even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it
for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite
any objections Carrie might be able to conjure up. It wanted
Ike's male hardness. And she felt a sinking sensation in her
stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him ...
wanted her own son-in-law!
His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and
she made no move to stop him. How could anyone stop something
that felt that good? She felt a trickle of perspiration run down
the valley between her bulging white breasts and bit hard on her
lower lip as Ike's tongue trailing a line of saliva around her
cheeks toward the petite shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt
his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly
into her brain, fogging everything up in there!
An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and
as her daughter's husband's other hand moved down to her knee and
then up toward her thigh, pushing the folds of her dress back as
it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs
emanating from the blonde downy triangle that nestled so tightly
up between them as she squeezed her legs hard together. She
pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch
trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would
reach her wetly pulsating vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that
she could actually let him touch her there! And yet, he showed
every intention of doing just that. His fingers moved firmly
upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth
naked flesh. Carrie pressed her buttocks down hard against the
swing seat, feeling his fingers move upward against the flesh of
her soft inner thighs with greater certainty now.
He was almost there.
Then his fingers brushed the soft, nervously trembling mound
of her sex, covered by the thin sheer fabric of her nylon panties
and Carrie moaned audibly and closed her eyes tight, letting the
acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Even though his
moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin
material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching
her naked flesh. She found herself parting her legs slightly,
almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were
parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic
legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs ... only that
thin, pussy-moistened nylon band stood between his finger and the
expectantly waiting paradise of her cunt.
Almost violently, she threw her arms around her young son-in-
law's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her
tongue squirming back at him blindly while his middle finger
slipped slowly and teasingly under the elastic legband of her thin
white panties. Then, strangely, a perverse pleasure began to
expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of
his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon and sliding over the
highly sensitive pinkness between her legs. Her quivering cunt
seemed to feel each slight indentation upon his finger as it
slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady
teasing at the trembling little mouth of her hidden vagina.
He continued flicking at it, making her whimper and squirm in
his arms and then his other hand slipped into the open vee of her
gown to touch the hard pebble-like nipples that were already like
hot little poker tips. He felt an inferno of desire rushing
through him and knew that he would have to have his way with her.
"Yes ..." Carrie hissed. "... oh, yes ... yessssssss ..." as
involuntarily she began to move her hips back and forth in time to
the rhythm of her young son-in-law's lewd finger-fucking.
Suddenly Ike gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her
cry out in pain and in the same instant, worm two fingers at the
same time high up into her hotly clenching vagina.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ..."
The impact of the blunt ends of Ike's fingers striking
against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her
now shamelessly pulsing cunt created wave after wave of startling
pleasure.
Ike began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high
into his mother-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. Perspiration
popped out all over his face as he realized just what was taking
place. For Gods sake, he thought. Here he was with his hand up
his mother-in-law's pussy while his wife and her husband not to
mention the rest of the fuckin' family was sitting in the house,
not fifty feet from where the two of them sat, totally involved in
the most intimate of ways!
Then, without warning, Carrie grabbed Ike's invading hand in
both of hers and with a muffled, almost silent scream rammed his
fingers deep and hard into her quivering vaginal channel, churning
and clenching the smooth wet cuntal walls around them as the
beginning of a shattering climax began to well up inside her.
"... now ... NOW ..." she groaned in a half-whisper and then
bit down hard on her lower lip as she felt her throbbing pussy
expand and ripen as with a shattering suddenness, her vaginal
muscles tightened and she drew in a deep breath. Her face
crimson, electric tingles ricocheting from the depths of her being
to the pointed tightness of her breasts, Carrie moaned out lewd
encouragement to her son-in-law as completely deranged by lust,
she turned into a helpless mass of quivering, cumming, female
flesh.
Wave after wave of hot violent flashes slammed throughout her
body as her vaginal juices spilled out and over Ike's invading
fingers until exhausted, Carrie, her legs still limply spread,
went completely loose and slumped into a satiated heap on the old
swinging sofa.
Chapter 5
Jamie took Susan by the arm and marched her out of the big
house. He didn't care to stay any longer after his brief but
bitter scene with his mother, and he could see that John and
Tricia were deep in the midst of a father-daughter conversation
that he wanted no part of. His mother was still sulking somewhere
and Ike had disappeared. The cool night mountain air did nothing
to dispel his anger, and his mother's words kept going round and
round in his head until he felt dizzy. All that wine and
champagne didn't help either. Susan was resolutely silent beside
him as they reached the small but comfortable cabin they were to
inhabit during their stay at "Livingston's". Cabin Number 2, it
said over the door. Next to it was Cabin 3 where their daughter
Nancy was sleeping. The little girl had been thrilled at having a
"house" of her own, and Jamie was glad that she wasn't sharing the
room with him and Susan. He felt in a very bad mood, and he
wouldn't be surprised if his wife would do or say something that
would set them to arguing again!
Susan was undressing and getting ready to put on her
nightgown while Jamie ... already in pajamas and robe sat in a
chair watching her. Her soft silken auburn hair cascaded to her
shoulders as she slipped into the pale blue nylon nightgown and
shook her head to make the curls fall into place. She felt a
little frightened by Jamie's attitude, sensing that for once his
anger had little to do with her.
Noting the transparency of his wife's night garb, Jamie
suddenly blurted out, "The nerve of her ... the gall!"
Suddenly Susan knew that he was talking about his mother.
She realized that Jamie had been truly offended by Carrie
Livingston's lack of modesty.
"You mean ... Mother Livingston?" she inquired timidly. She
wished that he would forget all that and see that she was there
... and ready for loving! The excitement of being in a new bed
always made her feel illicit and want to make love ... and since
it had been so very long ...
"Why don't you just forget it honey ..." she said approaching
her blonde husband. "You know she's always been a little eccentric
... let's think about ... us!" She placed her arm around him,
emboldened by all the champagne she'd drunk, and then ran her
fingers through his wavy hair.
Jamie breathed in the womanly fragrance of his wife. It
reminded him of something. In an instant he knew what it was.
His mother's scent! Those times when he used to scrub her back in
the tub ... the way she had looked ... the smooth silkiness of her
body ... the way he had felt! ! !
His fury returned, and he realized that Susan was kissing
him. There was something terrible about her arms around him, her
breasts pressing close to him ... the moistness of her lips ...
something that made him feel like he was smothering ... and yet
simultaneously a fierce lust overcame him and he could feel his
big cock looming up like a club-hammer ... thick and twice as
hard! He stood up abruptly and Susan jumped back a little.
"Let's go to bed ..." he said in a low tense voice. He began
ripping off his robe and pajamas and presently stood naked before
her.
Susan was unbelievably happy. At last they were really going
to make love. She too began to unclothe, and when she had
revealed the complete tender sight of her firm full breasts with
their pink nipples with areolas the size of half dollars, she
shivered a little. She was cold, but she was also filled with a
wonderful excitement! Jamie was clearly in a state of incredible
arousal, from the size of his upstanding cock! She imagined the
feel of its hard bulk ramming high up in the narrow confines of
her vagina! God, how she wanted him!
"Lie down ..." Jamie said.
Susan hastened to do as she was told. In a flash she was on
the bed beside him, breathing shallowly, waiting patiently for him
to make the first move. How fast her heart was beating!
"That bitch," Jamie was thinking ... "That cunt!" He seemed
to still see his mother's well cared for and well displayed
figure, the way she had been in the kitchen a short while before.
"Jamie ..." Susan whispered, hesitantly.
"Turn over ..." he said. He felt beyond himself ... maniacal
almost. He knew at once what he wanted to do to punish his mother
for making such a lewd spectacle of herself. A slight smile came
to his lips.
"Turn over on your belly, I said!" Jamie hissed down at his
unsuspecting wife. He flipped her over, pulling part of the sheet
with her and when she lay beside him on her stomach, he watched as
her white buttocks quivered and shook with each trembling breath
she gasped in. He pulled away the sheet and stared down at his
wife's gleaming milky skin, the well-rounded softness of her
nether cheeks bobbing defenselessly before him. His cock ached
dully and he felt prey to a gnawing lust that no normal loving
could satisfy.
He reached out and with his thumbs pressing outward, he
spread the full white globes. Leaning over, he peered inside the
warm deep crevice of his wife's widespread buttocks.
"What are you going to do?" she asked as with a sudden panic
she felt him begin to probe inside her exposed anal crevice. His
fingers were roaming over the open split, teasing and exploring.
He had never touched her there before and her dazed mind sensed in
horror that he was going to make her submit to some kind of
horrible indignity and even as she realized it, his middle finger
was probing experimentally at her tiny puckered anus, spreading
it, teasing it ... and then suddenly it popped painfully up to the
first knuckle into the tight virgin hole.
"AAAARRRRGGGG ... NNOOOO!!!!"
Savagely, he wormed his finger in further, feeling the tight
little hole expand unwillingly at the forced pressure. Susan
winced in pain and cried out again, but it only caused him to move
the tip around still more within the dark, defensively clenching
confines of her finger stretched rectum. The rubbery outer lips
gave a little beneath his prodding, and encouraged, Jamie forced
in a second finger.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!!!" Susan screamed down into the mattress
again and again, desperately trying to get away from this maniac
who was her husband, but Jamie pinned her back down to the bed
with his other hand pressed into her back and continued his brutal
attack. He maneuvered around so that he was kneeling back between
her legs, looking directly down into the widespread split of her
rectum.
"Say you want me to do it ..." he commanded.
"Wh ... WHAT?" Susan asked, not believing her ears.
Jamie's answer was to shove his fingers sharply inward.
"I said, say you want it! Say 'fuck me up the ass' GO ON,
SAY IT!!!"
Susan tried to get the words out, hoping against hope that
somehow if she cooperated with him, it might all be over soon, but
as soon as she opened her mouth, she broke out in uncontrollable
little sobs. Suddenly, Jamie pulled his fingers out and the
rubbery muscle of her anus clung to them, reluctant to release
them from its grasp. They popped out with a loud, lewd sucking
noise and she felt his body come down on hers and stretch out
along its length. She shivered with anticipation, but he lifted
himself back up from her and knelt between her wide stretched legs
once more.
"Kneel up."
Susan followed his instructions immediately. Something about
the time of his voice assured her that this was no time to go
against him. She presented him with the stretched upraised moons
of her soft full buttocks, bending away before him, resting her
hot flushed face on the pillow. She cringed as she felt her
husband place the huge blunt tip of his swollen prick against the
tight hairless opening of her rectum.
Jamie leaned back so that he could watch his cock going in.
He grinned as it began probing and working against his wife's tiny
puckered anal lips. He could hear her pleading desperately
beneath him, but it didn't matter. Her ballooning buttocks
remained perfectly-positioned for his cock, submissively pointed
upward while he strained hard against the tiny, tightly resisting
nether ring. For a brief moment, he thought he might not be able
to get it in. Sadistically, he began to rock and push, working
forward all the time, pulling her helpless body back toward him so
that eventually the smooth, rubbery tip, with a slight popping
noise, slipped hotly into the tight elasticity of his wife's
tightly resisting anal passage.
"Oh God, NNNOOOOO!!!" Susan whispered helplessly, the sudden
entry into her virgin passage of such an enormous thing caused
searing flashes of white to form behind her tightly closed lids.
The pain was astounding! It was everywhere around her ... inside
her. Pain seemed to be an integral part of her! The burning of
her anus made her know that she would never be the same there and
hatred welled up inside her for what her husband was doing to her
... he was maiming and ruining her for life!
Behind her, Jamie pushed on and his thick pole sunk further
and further into the tight rubbery passage of her anus and to her
physical pain was added a dreadful shame that hurt even more.
Susan groaned louder and louder, gasping for breath as though his
giant penis were blocking her windpipe.
Behind her, Jamie closed his eyes and abandoned himself to
the luxurious feel of her tight clamping nether lips, rippling
rhythmic convolutions around his hard, driving prick. It felt
incredible and he couldn't hold back another second! He began to
saw mercilessly into the soft, gently throbbing regions of her
defenseless rectum.
At first the pressure of his cock was almost unbearable but
now it was exhilarating. He watched as his thick prick
disappeared right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in
so that not half an inch of it showed, the straining cock reaching
far up into her shaking belly. His balls ached and his penis
danced with a thousand hot sparks every time he surged into her.
As the plunder of her abused rectum continued, Susan felt the
pain ease a little. It wasn't much at first, but it helped. The
white searing flashes were gone and then as she heard her
husband's moans of pleasure behind her and grew more accustomed to
the monstrous size of his invading penis sunk deep in her anus, a
dull pleasure began to grow in her loins. And somehow without
being able to do anything about it, she herself was moaning with a
strangely growing half-pleasure.
The sound of her helpless mewlings reached Jamie's ears and a
lewd grin spread across his lust contorted face. She was really
his now. A slave submitting to his pleasure. He could do anything
he liked with her now, and he did. Grinding his giant cock up to
his testicles into her ass and leaving it there, he listened to
her groan while he simply rotated his loins and moved it gently
around and around in her bowels like a probing snake. He slipped
his prick back out until just the head remained buried in her and
then plunged it right back in again in one long slow stroke. His
prick tingled, his balls alive. He knew he could cum anytime now,
but he wanted it to last just a while longer before he felt the
rush of sperm emptying deep into his kneeling wife's quivering
little ass.
Then, unable to wait longer, he began to fuck rapidly into
her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his
pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers,
squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his
expanding cock like slipping the sleeve of a shirt over an
oversized arm. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her
smooth skinned, marble-white body bucking up before him and the
sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward
with a hard, buttock-flattening thrust that seared up her cock-
stretched anus like wild fire.
"OH, FUCK!" he hissed between his tightly clenched teeth, his
prick swollen to undreamed proportions, the thick head pressed
hard by his wife's defensively contracting rectum as her entire
body shivered and quaked. He reached over under her belly and
grabbed onto her dancing swaying breasts, one large mound of flesh
fully occupying each hand.
Then, as though hypnotized by her husband's lewd sodomy,
Susan fucked back at her maniacal husband with renewed fervor, her
untouched pussy contracting on its own in response to the signals
from her burning rectum.
"Ssssssaaaaahhhhhhhh ..." she cried out, half in pain, half
in pleasure. "Cum, Jamie ... for God's sake ... cummmm!!!"
Jamie gasped and gave one last mighty thrust into her hotly
clenching rectum, as his wife's entire body shivered and quaked,
responding hungrily.
Long streams of thick semen rushed from his convulsing prick
and insane waves of unabashed pleasure filled him as his orgasm
carried him to dizzying heights.
It seemed as if he had never cum before! And beneath his back
breaking attack, Susan felt the first delicious torrents of her
husband's hot, white semen splash deep up into the hotly burning
depths of her rectum, its heat surging through her body like a
volcanic eruption. The never before felt sensation touched off
her own climax and she screamed as a great, unexplainable gush of
masochistic pleasure rippled through her. Then, as her own body
trembled in orgasm beneath him she could feel his hot, thick sperm
running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the slit of
her naked pussy where it met her own gushing sexual fluids and the
two mingled warmly as they seeped obscenely down her naked inner
thighs and onto the crumpled sheets beneath them.
* * *
Little Nancy had heard the low muffled groans quite clearly
in her cabin, and had recognized her mother's voice immediately.
Getting up quickly, she padded out into the night without even
bothering to put on a robe over her white cotton nightgown. Her
original thought had been that they were fighting and that it had
gotten rougher than usual, but the closer she got to the cabin
next to hers the more she realized that there was something quite
different about the sounds her mother was making.
Now she stood on tip-toe at the high window on the side of
the cabin, peering intently in. Her eyes had not left the lewd
scene on the big double bed for the last twenty minutes ... time
enough to see it all!
"Wow!!!" she repeated to herself under her breath over and
over again. The sight of her mother and father stark naked and
putting on such a weird show had left her stunned and breathless.
She was finally getting the sex education she had been asking
for!!!
Her mother had bought her all kinds of books in an effort to
answer some of her many questions on the subject, but all had been
a great disappointment to the ten-year-old. Now she thought ...
at last I'm really finding out something!
When at last almost as mentally and emotionally exhausted as
her parents, she slipped down from the window and returned to her
cabin, she was shivering from the cold and ready to get some
sleep. Then she intended to spend all of the next day pondering
the mysteries she had seen. The curious mixture of pain and
pleasure in her mother's face ... Daddy's big hard thing
disappearing up between her open legs ... How could it help but
hurt ... the way he rammed it into Mom's behind! So that's really
the way they made me!
Her tiny body quivering, she slipped into her bed and after
sneezing twice beneath the covers, she fell into a deep dream-
filled sleep.
Chapter 6
"God, I'd really like to throw it to her!" Ike woke up in
Cabin One feeling horney as hell. Beside him, his wife, Tricia
slumbered on. He contemplated her blonde curls and the shapely
curve of her hips beneath the covers, and after considering it for
awhile decided against waking her. Three days had passed since
their arrival at "Livingston's" and they had been three of the
strangest days that Ike had ever known.
He was unable to get his mother-in-law out of his mind. Ever
since that incredible night when he'd felt her up out on the back
porch ... What a sweet wet pussy! he'd been feeling utterly
confused about what to do next. Carrie herself seemed to treat
him as though nothing had ever happened, and the couple of times
he had dared allude to their porch interlude, she had acted as
though she really didn't know what he was talking about.
But she had to remember!!! The way she was carrying on! The
way his fingers had fucked hard up into her naked pussy, and he'd
felt her whole body trembling around them ... Just the thought of
it now was almost enough to make him cum!
Tricia had been spending a lot of time with her father which
was fine with him ... kept her off his back, but each night he had
continued filming her on the video tape machine. He recalled how
the night before she had tearfully protested that if he continued
to mortify her this way, she would "tell Daddy!" That would be
the day! Ike wondered if he should play back last night's scenes
now, and then make it with Tricia again ... but then he thought
better of it. What he needed was something different ... something
spicy ... something like Carrie ... his mother-in-law!
He got up and put on a bathing suit and after gathering
together his portable video tape recorder, lugged it down to the
pool. It was still fairly early and no one seemed to be stirring.
After plugging the set into an outlet in one of the dressing
rooms, he set it up poolside, and then proceeded to film himself
taking more and more elaborate dives from the low diving board
into the clear blue water of the pool.
* * *
That afternoon Carrie lay down on her fur covered chaise with
a magazine. She sighed. She was glad everyone had gone on the
picnic. It gave her some much needed time to herself. Even
though she hadn't been showing it, her nerves felt more than a
little frayed. The presence of so many members of the family, all
at one time could be wearing, she decided. Of course, she knew
that it was really more than that. It was what she had allowed to
happen out there with Ike, the very first night they'd come! But
she tried not to think about that. It didn't seem possible that
she had been that woman on the porch, groaning out her lust at
each of her son-in-law's deft touches!
A hot flush enveloped her as she recalled it, and once more
she tried to send the memory to the farthest reaches of her mind.
She flipped the pages rapidly, scanning the interminable ads in
the high fashion magazine. Ordinarily she would be looking for
ideas for clothes, but now she, without even realizing it, hardly
noticed what she was looking at. The thing to do was not to
panic. If she had done something wrong ... and certainly, she had
... the best thing for all concerned would be to keep a level
head. She must not ruin her daughter's life ... much less her
own, by acting stupidly. After all, what was really so awful
about what she and Ike had done?? If it had been any ordinary man
she would still be feeling the tiny delicious pangs of guilt about
being untrue to John. She would just have to get over feeling so
terrible just because this man was her own young 18-year-old
daughter's husband! It would never happen again ... after all ...
and if it hadn't been for Jamie saying those ghastly things to
her, she wouldn't have drunk all that champagne ...!
She flicked on the FM radio beside her and putting down the
magazine, lay her head back on the chaise, stretching out her feet
and taking a deep breath to relax the way Gloria Swanson said she
did on TV. She decided to enjoy the soft music and to let it
float over her as she lay there in her cream colored silk pants
suit. Her matching mules eventually slipped from her feet,
revealing her pearl-painted toenails, and Carrie was asleep.
Therefore she was totally unprepared for the knock that came on
the door to her private bedroom a few moments later.
"What ...? Who ... is it?" She jumped up, completely
forgetting what time of day it was, or the circumstances of her
nap.
"It's me ..." a masculine voice said, and she had opened the
door dazedly before realizing exactly who the familiar voice
belonged to. The cobwebs of her dreams drifted away and in a
sleepy voice she found herself face to face with her son-in-law.
Ike closed the door behind him, stepping into the room with
all his equipment.
"But ..." Carrie was speechless.
"I told them all I had a belly-ache ..." Ike explained,
already looking around for a place to set up his machine. "Ah ...
there!!" he cried, moving hurriedly past the older woman and
walking into the sumptuous room.
"Quite a joint you got here, Carrie," he said, whistling.
"I've never been back here before!" He had decided that he had to
see her ... had to have some kind of communication with this
fascinating woman. He had to at least make her admit to him that
she remembered what had taken place between them! He brought
along the tapes he had made of himself at the swimming pool and
put them in the machine.
Carrie regained some of her composure, but still she felt
somehow terribly vulnerable being alone with her head-strong son-
in-law. She would have to get him to leave right away ... or at
least as soon as possible! He seemed to want to show her some
kind of "plaything gadget," so she decided she would go along with
that, and then firmly show him the door! He had a lot of nerve
barging in on her like this! At the same time she was a trifle
flattered that he had done it ... it reminded her of the way
Giuliano, her old lover, would surprise her ...
"Come on over here, Carrie ...!" Ike interrupted the pleasant
turn of his mother-in-law's thoughts. As she walked toward him he
couldn't help noticing her voluptuous, twenty-five-year-old figure
so elegantly clothed in her pant suit. He liked her hair too ...
It was pale blonde and straight, unlike Tricia's curls ... and
hung at a wonderful angle for her finely chiseled features. He
had seen many young girls who had had their hair cut this way, but
on not one of them had it looked so good as it did on Carrie
Livingston.
"Sit down," he told her, when he noticed she was returning
his frank gaze with an expression of annoyance. "Get a look at
this ... ever seen one of these ...??"
The thought flickered through her mind that her young son-in-
law might be trying to sell her this machine. It looked like a
pretty ordinary TV set to her so far and her expression betrayed
the thought that she just wished he would leave. But after a few
seconds she saw that the figure diving from the board was Ike ...
and that the pool was her swimming pool!
"Why, it's wonderful, Ike ..." she expressed in surprised
amazement.
"What'd I tell you?" Ike said beaming, and taking in the soft
swell of her breasts beneath the clinging material of her top.
They watched the scenes for some time, and then Ike got up
and put in another which showed the whole family leaving for the
picnic. Carrie was much more relaxed and frankly enjoying the
video machine. She had not failed to notice either, the exquisite
proportions of the younger man's physique. He looked magnificent
in his trunks! If only she were younger ... and he weren't her
son-in-law ... and ... she stopped thinking ... there were
entirely too many "ifs!"
After a while Carrie got up and went to the well-stocked bar
by the window. She came back holding two glasses of sparkling
burgundy. The liquid bubbled up frothily and Carrie felt herself
forgetting some of her "ifs" as Ike sought to make himself more
and more charming. Carrie brought the bottle over to the low
table in front of the chaise where they were sitting, and before
she realized it, it was empty. The same kind of camaraderie that
they had shared that first evening after dinner, sprang up between
them now, as Ike hastened to open another bottle while telling her
another slightly off-color story.
"You know, Ike ..." she told him, "you're a diamond in the
rough ... you remind me a little bit of John ..."
"Oh, yeah? That's the first time a woman had told me I
remind her of her husband!!" Ike roared with laughter, and then
there was a slight pause as they both momentarily remembered just
what their relationship to each other was!
Ike's features clouded over, and Carrie could see a familiar
expression of aching desire on his face. She quickly turned her
eyes away, but not before there had been a moment of recognition
between them. Just the kind of recognition that Ike had been
seeking.
"Have you been thinking about it ...?" Ike asked suddenly and
pointedly.
"Ike ... I think you've got to leave now ..." Carrie kept
her face turned from him. "Just go ... you've got to go!"
"No ..." Ike said, and then added, "I won't go until you tell
me what you've been thinking ..."
Carrie turned to him angrily. "I have no intention of
telling you anything of the sort!" In front of them the scenes of
Ike diving and re-diving off the board were playing again.
When Ike took her in his arms, Carrie had a definite feeling
of deja-vu. It was just like before ... only this time ... "Oh,
God," she thought ... "This time I want it more ... much more!"
She felt the moisture of her hidden pussy increase two-fold as
with a sudden weakness she let him hold her, and then kiss her. A
raging fire built up higher and higher, and with a rush she knew
that she was going to go all the way. There was no way she could
stop him when she knew that she didn't want to!
"It ... it's going to happen!" she gasped, when he finally
released her. And then she moaned passionately as he began to
kiss her all over, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs ...
pressing his lips to the smooth shiny material of her clothing,
wetting it so that she could feel the warmth of his mouth on her
skin.
"Yes ..." was all that Ike could say. "Yes!"
* * *
Nancy doubled back from the picnic shortly after it began.
She couldn't think of anything more boring! She was really
slightly peeved because her mother and father hadn't made love
since that night she had spied on them. Every night since they
had gone to bed barely speaking to each other and that was it!
What a drag! She decided to leave and go back to the house to
talk with Grandma! She had a feeling that if she asked Grandma
questions she would give her some real answers! She recalled the
nifty dress the older woman had worn at their first dinner, and
Nancy felt really proud to have a grandmother who wasn't off
sitting in a rocker somewhere!
It was a long walk back to "Livingston's", but she didn't
mind ... it was a beautiful day and the countryside was lovely.
Her tanned legs felt good as she walked along, and it seemed that
she could feel each and every muscle in them. She played a game
with herself, "feeling" each part of her body in the same mental
way, and when she got to her tiny pussy, where the beginning
sprouts of tiny fuzzy hairs were just becoming visible, she
experienced a definite sensation of pleasure. By contracting her
muscles there, she could make the pleasure even more intense! By
squeezing her legs together there, just the slightest bit, it felt
even better! It made her want to touch herself ... and she
decided that as soon as she was indoors again, or at least some
place where no one could see her, that she would!
She went up to the house right away, looking for her
Grandmother, but she couldn't find her anywhere. Then she
remembered that there was a new wing, and in it was Grandma's new
bedroom. She had heard about it, but no one had shown it to her
yet! She went down the hall and turned right, and was about to
knock on the door when she heard sounds that warned her she
shouldn't.
"OOooohhhh!" and then "AAAaaoomm!"
It sounded very familiar, except this time it wasn't her
mother's voice ... but her father's mother's ... GRANDMA'S!!!
Without a second's hesitation she bent down to look through the
keyhole, but found that she couldn't see a thing inside. Quickly
she ran outside and around the back of the house, her young legs
pumping as fast as they could. It didn't take her long to find
the window, and she pulled a packing box over and stood up on it.
Peering in, she could see her grandmother's big circular bed in
the middle of the room, aglow with the warm lamp-light that
flooded it from all directions. Nancy's heart skipped a beat!
Just a few feet away from her lay her beautiful grandmother,
completely nude, her lithe body stretched out languidly on the
huge bed. She gulped and stared bug-eyed as she saw the entire
scene in its minutest details.
Carrie's head was lolling back and forth, her normally
composed features contorted in a way that Nancy had never seen.
And there on the floor, as naked as the day he was born, kneeled
her Uncle Ike, his lips running moistly up and down the woman's
exquisitely proportioned body. Nancy could see wet traces along
her cream-like skin where his tongue had lovingly passed. Her
large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high and
hard as his mouth sucked on them. Then he began to move downwards
along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering belly and
hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach and then down
toward her inner thighs. Carrie writhed beneath his oral caresses
with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his hair,
pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft glistening pussy.
Nancy leaned forward, holding onto the window sill for dear
life. Her grandmother sure was going to answer a few questions
for her! She knew she ought to leave, but she was hypnotized by
the obscene spectacle going on before her. She had to watch!
Ike had gotten his mother-in-law so excited that now she lay
back, her mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into
nothingness. Now Ike positioned himself between her long thighs,
his face within moments of touching her soft curling pubic hair.
Carrie's belly rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in
anticipation as Ike's hands pressed outward against her belly, the
thumbs dropping below into the pelt of her already moist pussy.
Nancy wet her lips as she watched Ike's fingers separate the outer
lips of her grandmother's glistening vagina. The soft and
cushiony hair-lined flesh spread slowly apart exposing the moist
coral pink interior of her sensitive pussy, from the small budding
tip of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her vaginal
canal.
Nancy gulped down her shock when her uncle's head dropped
down and his long lashing tongue slipped out to graze against the
upright little nub of nerves at the very top of her visibly
glistening cunt. Carrie's entire body executed a little jerky
motion as she felt this searing contact down between her open
thighs. Her long tapered legs flexed upward and she clamped them
together around her son-in-law's head, letting the soft inner skin
of her full thighs imprison his face in a soft fleshy trap. Her
hips started a slow up and down motion to meet his hotly flicking
tongue. Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her parted lips as she
began to rock herself up and down in a startling fit of sexual
agony.
Nancy's mouth fell open. Never had she dreamed of such a
thing happening and almost as soon as the thought flashed across
her brain she saw her Uncle lift his head from his slave-like
position over Carrie's visibly pulsating vagina. What was
happening, she thought. Uncle Ike seemed to be saying something
and although Nancy thought it a strange time to start a
conversation, she strained to hear what was being said.
"Oh, no ... we mustn't, Ike ... we can't ... it isn't right
... it just isn't right ..."
"But you want me to, don't you ..." Ike questioned her.
"Don't you?" and to punctuate his remark, he lifted up and shifted
his hips until the length of his hard, throbbing penis was pressed
snugly between the moistly spread lips of her pussy, its smooth
rubbery head caught in the soft cleft of her rhythmically
contracting buttocks, and he ground gently against her.
"... yes ... YES, DAMN YOU, YES! ... fuck me ... fuck me
now!" Carrie surrendered beneath him, the young boy's hotly
teasing maleness pressed between her cunt lips becoming too much
for her to bear.
The violent obscene language of her father's mother shocked
Nancy so that her attention was diverted from the naked couple on
the bed and for the first time she noticed the strange looking
camera that was setup on a tripod a few feet away from the bed and
from the way it looked even she could tell it was taking some kind
of pictures of what was going on. She would have to find out all
she could about whatever it was!
She watched as Carrie's hand shot out and grasped her
daughter's young husband's huge swollen prick, sliding the
foreskin back and gently guiding the ruby red tip to the moist,
waiting mouth of her vagina. Suddenly, Ike jerked his hips
forward and plunged into her, driving his cock with a force he
seemed unable to control. The warm moist, velvety sleeve of her
pussy gripping his shaft in a smooth, wet resistance that caused
him to grunt loudly as Carrie moaned out her delight.
"YYYEEEESSSSS ..." she hissed as he began to fill her with
quick, long thrusts into her waiting vagina, quick urgent thrusts
until at last she felt his rubbery tip ram into her cervix and his
balls swat hard down into the soft cleft between the widespread
cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. Beneath him, Ike felt his
youthful mother-in-law begin to writhe and buck. She groaned and
her cunt began to squeeze voraciously like another mouth all along
the full length of his plunging cock, her desire-hardened nipples
digging into his chest as her thighs clamped and unclamped at his
hips and she worked up and down establishing the rhythm that was
to continue for some time.
Without her even realizing, Nancy's small hand had slipped
down between her legs. The shorts she wore left ample room for
her fingers to fit up along her thigh and then beneath the elastic
of her cotton panties. Instinctively her middle finger rubbed the
tiny cleft of flesh pillowed within her as yet almost hairless
little pussy. The tips of her pubescent breasts, that would one
day flower into bloom, grew red and swollen as the first flashes
of desire sped through her child's body. She quickly found the
right way to rub back and forth and as the tiny area grew wetter
and wetter, her finger slipped down to the miniscule vaginal
entrance. She had not even been aware of its presence before!
But now its existence was clearly demonstrated to her by her
grandmother's wildly carnal display! She was thrilled with her
discovery that there were so many different ways that grownups
amused themselves ... she had assumed that what she had witnessed
between her mother and father was standard procedure. Apparently
not!
Her virgin pussy responded with delight to the flood of
sensation created by Nancy's slippery fingertips and she struggled
to continue watching her elders while letting the wonderful
feelings run through her! WHAT SHE HAD BEEN MISSING ALL THIS
TIME!!!
"Oh ... oh yes, oh, my love ... OH IKE!!!" Carrie cried
shamelessly. She was in a state of complete and total bliss as
she felt Ike's rubbery tipped cock continue its plunder as his
thrusts slowed and lengthened, stuffing her trembling pussy
without mercy!
Ike felt the older woman begin to exude a kind of frantic
aura. Over and over she called his name. Her sharp teeth bit
hard into his shoulder, but he hardly felt a thing. She sucked
hard on his tongue as though trying to make it her own. Her
blonde hair became soft and slick from perspiration and Ike
watched this fantastic woman with a sense of amazement.
He realized that he could fall in love with a woman like that
... a beautiful, experienced ... total woman! She was a far cry
from her daughter ... even though Tricia was about as good looking
as they come ... her mother had something else ... something more!
He pounded into her with an insane force, driven by the
strength of his thought, pulling her up tight against him, feeling
her clasping the muscles of her sweet, well-educated cunt around
his pistoning cock with even greater force!
Carrie's head lolled back and forth while she emitted low
grunting sounds that betrayed the extent of her arousal.
Suddenly she spat out, "Oh HONEY QUICK! IN MY ASS! YOUR
FINGER!!! PUT IT IN THE BACKWAY!"
Ike felt an overwhelming salacious lust sweep over him at the
sound of her coarse entreaty. Those words in a woman's throat
almost frightened him and yet he hurried to respond, slipping his
fingers underneath her bucking body, searching out the little hot
hole of his mother-in-law's rectum. The opening was there beneath
his finger, and with a jabbing motion, he felt his middle finger
slip in to the second joint!
"AAAAAH! ... AAAAAAAAH!" she yelled, and he began to move it
in and out faster and faster, all the while fucking into her wide
open pussy with frenzied strokes!
He could tell that she was on the verge of cumming, and God
knew how he had held out this long! She was a woman possessed as
she convulsed beneath his brutal pummeling, tossing her head madly
from side to side.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH OH! NOOOOOOOOOW WWWWWWWWWW OH LET GO!
LET GO! LET ME FEEL YOU NOW!!!"
Ike felt his cock bursting apart. It felt like it would fly
into a million pieces! He was so far up inside her belly that
surely he would never get back out again!! His balls emptied
themselves of massive waves of semen as he came and came in
conjunction with the woman who mothered his wife! Her breasts
heaved against his chest, her eyes rolling far back beneath their
lids as her climaxing pussy secreted heated gushes of slippery
orgiastic fluid around his still pounding prick.
It was like a rocket ride into outer space and he didn't care
if he never came back.
"IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! OH OH MY GOD!!! OOOoommmmhhmm!" Carrie
accepted the warm wet flood of his sperm, felt it splash
deliciously within her seething cunt, and her orgasm joined his in
a mutually stimulating climax.
"Oh ... Carrie!" he finally stammered out. She was lying
softly beneath him, her belly quivering now beneath his weight.
"Oh Jesus! What happened!"
* * *
Nancy was so stunned by the fireworks that were going on
inside her tiny little cunt, that she almost fell from the box she
was standing on. Her first orgasm struck like an exploding
firecracker beneath her flying fingers, as the tortured tissue in
her tingling pussy finally gave up their hidden charge. It was
beautiful ... so beautiful that Nancy knew she would never be able
to live without feeling it again and again. She was beginning to
realize just what it was that made her parents behave the way they
did ... but she knew that it was only the beginning!
Chapter 7
"Thanks, Uncle Ike!" Nancy skipped happily away, her red
pigtails flying behind her. She was very pleased that Ike (at her
request) had shown her all about how to operate the video tape
machine. He had been using it to film the volleyball game that
afternoon, during which the entire family had participated in a
lively contest. The women played against the men, and Nancy had
been quite amused and interested to see how her Uncle Ike and
Grandma acted as though they had never been doing those things in
bed together!
Grown-ups were really weird, she thought. She guessed it was
a little like her mother and father ... by looking at them, she
never would have dreamed them capable of what she had watched in
Cabin Number 2 the other night. Nancy knew though that her mother
wasn't really speaking to her father, although they gave a good
imitation of friendship when others were near. She hadn't been
speaking to him since he'd put his big thing ... ("cock" she'd
heard Grandma call Uncle Ike's) ... up her behind!
She wondered just what would happen if Daddy found out that
his very own mother had done it with Uncle Ike!!? This question
had intrigued her so much in fact, that she had devised an
ingenious scheme which she hoped she would soon be able to carry
out.
Nancy got her chance that very afternoon.
* * *
"See you soon!" Susan called from the back of the car.
"Right!" Jamie answered, as if he believed his wife's smile
to be genuine.
Susan sat in the back seat, while up front Tricia sat beside
her father, who was at the wheel.
"So long, Mom ... We'll be back this evening!" she called,
"So long, Ike ..." she added, scowling at her husband, who had
refused to accompany his wife on the shopping trip. Just watching
him standing there beside her mother and brother made her realize
how unlike them he really was ... how different from the family
... so dark and swarthy whereas they were all fair ... although
her Dad's hair had been dark once, now it was a rather attractive
grey. As the car drove away she took note of her husband's
superior smile, and thought once more about her father's
persistent suggestion that she leave him and return to live at
home for a while. It certainly was tempting!
Ike turned to Jamie and chuckled ... "Well, here we are pal
... the brother-in-laws! What do we do now that the little women
have left?"
Jamie looked at his brother-in-law with something just short
of contempt, and then in an effort to conceal his ill-humor,
replied, "I was planning to go read in my cabin ... but I'm open
to suggestion." He was watching his mother ahead of them as she
preceded them up the steps and into the big house.
Ike followed his eyes, and taking in the swinging line of his
sensual mother-in-law's buttocks, said, "Your mother's quite a
woman, Jamie ... quite a woman!" He could feel his penis move
slightly beneath his shorts as it did almost all the time now
whenever he saw Carrie, or just thought about the things they had
done together! They were in the house and, lost in his own
thoughts, Ike failed to note Jamie's embarrassment.
He too had seen the slinky outline of his mother's behind ...
how could anyone help but notice when she was wearing those
shorts! He fumed at the idea of it again ... but this time he
wouldn't make the mistake of mentioning anything to her. If she
wanted to make a fool of herself that was her business! As Carrie
turned to them in the livingroom and smiled graciously, Jamie
couldn't help admitting to himself that she did look good in them.
They were a bright red color, and she wore a matching bandana
around her neck that gave her a certain flair. Her bright blue
eyes sparkled like a young girl's and, he thought, she acted like
a new bride!
"It's so hot ... how about some cool drinks!" Carrie felt
like a new bride. She could no longer suppress the strength of
her feelings about Ike. Every time her eyes met his, she shivered
with delight. How ... she wondered, could her daughter Tricia be
so unhappy married to such a strong young boy? Her extreme
pleasure had outweighed her guilt and there was no denying it!
Reluctantly, Jamie agreed to have a drink and sat down in the
living room across from his brother-in-law.
The three were having a stilted conversation, over potent
Gimlets, when Nancy pranced into the room.
"Hey, everybody ..." she cried, "I'm going over to the farm
down the road. There's a little girl there, and she invited me to
come play!"
Jamie looked at his daughter. That was good, he thought,
give her something to do besides hanging around adults all the
time. "Fine Nancy," he said. "Just be sure not to stay too long
... don't want to wear out your welcome ..."
"Sure, Daddy ..." Nancy replied, wondering if he really cared
if she wore her welcome out or not. "Say ..." she added, "would
you all like to see the tapes from this morning's volleyball game?
Here ... I'll put them on for you ... Uncle Ike showed me how to
work the machine!!!" Dashing over to the set which was
temporarily placed in the living room before anyone could object,
Nancy made a few adjustments. "There are three of them ... right?"
Nancy said, looking at Ike.
"Right ..." Ike replied. "The three that are there."
"Smart kid," he thought ... "good with machines ..."
"There ..." Nancy said, after making her arrangements, "I
fixed them so they'll play one after the other!" With that she
ran out the door, calling good-bye to them over her shoulder, and
barely suppressing the wild giggles she felt welling up inside
her.
* * *
The family trio enjoyed watching the replay of the volleyball
game more than they thought they would. Ike sat lounging on the
big overstuffed sofa, and Jamie sat in a nearby chair. Carrie had
installed herself on a large comfortable hassock, and soon they
were laughing at the sight of themselves frolicking about with the
ball. They refilled their glasses from the large pitcher of fresh
gimlets made with vodka and Rose's lime juice, that Carrie had
brought in.
"Well ... I'm good, if I do say so myself!" Carrie declared,
referring to her volleyball form.
"You sure are, honey!" Ike thought, eyeing the long expanse
of naked leg that showed as she reclined on the hassock.
Jamie looked annoyed. He wished his mother would stop saying
things that could be taken two ways. "Look at her!" he thought
... "Just look at her! Why I can see right up between her legs!
And those shorts are so tight it looks like they're about to cut
her in two!!"
Jamie felt very uncomfortable. He knew that they were having
a veritable heat wave that autumn in the Catskills, but it was
nice and cool inside the house. Why was he sweating this way? He
seemed to sense something in the atmosphere ... and whatever it
was it was making him feel very sensual. He hadn't made love to
Susan since that night he'd taken her from the rear. He felt a
bit ashamed about that and couldn't imagine what had come over him
... it's just that his mother had made him so angry!!! Also, he
realized that if he had been back in New York, he most certainly
would have had a couple of rolls in the hay with that cute little
secretary, Linda! That was probably why he could feel his cock in
semierection right now ... of all times! What if Ike, or his
mother should see!! This brought back to him the uncomfortable
memory of the time when he was a boy, and his mother had seen!
She'd surprised him in the bathroom, where having forgotten to
lock the door, he was busily enjoying the newfound pleasure his
exposed penis could give him. The worst part about the whole
thing was that she hadn't scolded him or anything, but had stood
there watching him for several seconds before letting him know she
was there! Then she had coughed delicately and smiled at his look
of horror. "Don't let me disturb you!" she'd said, and had gone
back out, closing the door behind her. Jamie felt his cock grow
completely hard, and he could feel the blood surging into the
spongy tissues! He picked up a magazine that was lying nearby,
and casually placed it on his lap, while keeping his eyes glued to
what seemed to be endless tapes of the volley ball game.
In reality they were only on the second tape, and Ike was
wondering if there weren't some way to get rid of Jamie so that he
could be alone with Carrie. Perhaps he could suggest they take a
walk ... there had to be some place on the grounds where they
could spend a few undisturbed moments!
Carrie was thinking something similar ... watching her
slender figure on the screen made her proud of the way she looked
... and she was doubly pleased because she knew that she was
desired. What more could a woman ask ... than to be utterly and
completely desired by a man she finds attractive?!!!
She wondered what her son Jamie would think if he knew just
how active his mother's sex life still was!!! Looking over at
him, she experienced a curious feeling of wanting to get revenge
for Jamie's remarks of the other evening. She almost had a good
mind to tell him! She wondered how she could have mothered a son
who would turn into such a prude! With her daughter Tricia, she
could always blame the fact that she was a "father's girl" ... but
what was to account for Jamie having turned out the way he did?
He was married to that gorgeous redhead but they hardly seemed
happy together ... what was wrong?
Carrie's astute eye took in the peculiar way her son was
holding the magazine across his lap. Instantly, she remembered
him having done that once before when he was a teen-ager. She had
been wearing a two-piece bathing suit by the lake ... and suddenly
the top had come down while she was swimming. Having lost it in
the water, she had to return to the shore half-naked, and Jamie
had watched her curiously the whole time, until she had finally
gotten a blouse on. After she had noticed that he'd covered his
groin with her Vogue magazine. Of course, she had known right away
why, and at the time had smiled at his innocence, and felt even a
little pleased that she could evoke such a reaction in her very
own son!
Carrie was about to draw a certain parallel between that
occasion and this, when two simultaneous gasps interrupted her
thoughts. Looking at the two men, she saw that they were both
gaping at the TV set. She turned to see what they were looking at
and she herself emitted a loud piercing scream.
On the screen, Ike's naked buttocks were arched toward the
viewers. He was kneeling up between a pair of widespread legs,
and then he bent forward, and his head dipped down to the point
where the legs met. His tongue darted out and he moved slightly,
and there was the full view of Carrie's wide open hair-lined split
... and above the soft hills of her breasts and above that, her
tortured, desire-filled face! Ike's tongue snaked out and
hungrily licked at the soft wet interior of his mother-in-law's
golden pussy, and Carrie's whole body jerked upward!
Jamie didn't know which way to turn. There before him,
exposed in minute detail, was his own mother's naked vagina,
swollen in sensuous delight, protruding upward from smooth white
thighs ... and there bending over it, steadily licking it with a
look of sublime idiotic enjoyment, was Ike his brother-in-law! He
was rooted to the spot by the lewdest sight he had ever seen ...
almost more horrified by his own inaction than by anything else!
His mind whirled with confusion as it slowly accepted the reality
of the lascivious image that continued to unfurl on the screen of
the video machine. Like a stunned automaton he turned to look at
the two stars of the show who were sitting right there in the room
with him ... his mother and his eighteen-year-old sister's
husband!
To his ultimate dismay, they were both looking at him ... and
the shocked expressions on their faces mirrored his own! But what
could he say ... what could he even do? Quickly he turned back to
the set. Carrie was bucking and tossing and turning in mindless
ecstasy. Her exquisitely proportioned body was filmed in all its
naked glory as she experienced the joys of her son-in-law's tongue
lapping continuously at her lust-filled cunt!
Jamie, in spite of his shock, felt his cock jolt upward with
a bound. Sweat was pouring from his forehead so profusely that it
was falling into his eyes. The back of his shirt was wet and
sticking to him. Every sinew and muscle in his body was tense and
he seemed to hear a shrill whistling in his ears.
"MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER!!!" The word went echoing around
inside his soul until he thought it would split. And still he
continued to watch the fascinating replay.
* * *
"HAH!" Nancy thought, holding her sides to keep from bursting
apart with the mirth that filled her. "Oh, heavens, Daddy ... if
you knew just how funny you look!!!" she thought. She was
watching from the side window, having earlier been careful to see
that she would get a good view from that vantage point. The third
tape was the one she knew Uncle Ike had been making when he and
Grandma were back in her bedroom ... and she had set it on repeat
so it would play over and over and over!!
* * *
Carrie tried to think of something to do ... something to say
... but there didn't seem to be anything to cover this totally
unexpected situation, and for once words failed her! With alarm,
she looked at Ike, and then at her son. Her mind clicked away at
the thoughts that were forming before ... as she saw him continue
to look at the screen, and then saw the magazine fall away,
revealing the jerking bulging form of his enormous cock. That was
why he acted that way, she suddenly realized ... That was why he
always acted so strange around her!
Ike followed the direction of Carrie's eyes ... he had been
about to go and turn off the awful tape ... how could he have
mixed it up with the others? But the vision of Jamie's cock
jumping like a jackrabbit in his pants, shocked him so that he
forgot all about it. He looked back at Carrie as if for some
explanation, and saw it in his mother-in-law's beautifully made up
face. It was a look of satisfaction ... the look of a woman who
has just learned that a recalcitrant lover has fallen once more
under her spell. He felt a pang, of repulsion ... it just wasn't
normal! But then, he remembered that he himself had already
tossed the standards of normalcy out the window when he had lusted
after his own wife's mother! Yet still, he reasoned ... there's
no blood tie between us at least!!
He was about to say something ... he wasn't even sure what,
when he saw Carrie coming toward him. She was smiling, "MY GOD,"
he thought, "SHE DOESN'T EVEN CARE THAT HE'S WATCHING!" He
thought he was going stark raving mad as Carrie approached him,
and he didn't even move. Then her hands were on him, smoothing
about his face, running through his hair ... She was sitting on
his lap, and her hands grew more bold. BUT SHE WASN'T LOOKING AT
HIM!!! Carrie was looking across at Jamie, flaunting her
relationship with Ike ... and he, Ike felt the undeniable signs of
arousal surging through him in spite of it all! He was as
helpless as a male spider being devoured by his mate, as he felt
himself responding avidly to the older woman's caresses! To his
horror and amazement he allowed her to unzip his fly and to pull
out the obviously aroused length of his throbbing cock! Waves of
desire filled him, blocking out everything else ... and within
short seconds he had not exactly forgotten the presence of
Carrie's son in the room with them ... but he no longer cared! He
had to do what he was doing in spite of any repercussions it might
have ... to refuse Carrie was beyond his power!
She was slipping out of her shorts and panties, almost like a
stripteaser, only she was doing it lightning fast ... so fast that
Ike's head was spinning. And then with only her magnificent
bottom half exposed, she prodded him up from his seat, and then
she was bending before him, her hands on her knees, offering
herself in the lewdest way imaginable while her own son sat
watching!
Jamie sat in a pool of sweat, no longer certain if he was in
his right mind. Only a short distance away, his mother bent
forward, spreading her shapely legs far apart, letting her hands
reach down now from her knees to touch the floor. He could see
the moist opening at the juncture between her smooth thighs ...
the luscious coral-hued pussy, loose and ready, begging for her
son-in-law's big cock! The same flushed buttocks that had been so
scantily covered by the shorts and flimsy nylon panties; were now
bared completely to his disbelieving eyes.
"OH MY GOD," he thought, "WHAT A FANTASTIC PIECE OF FLESH!"
He gritted his teeth as if to steel himself for what he knew was
to come. Intuitively, he knew that his mother was punishing him
... as surely as if he were a little boy again ... she was making
him pay for what he had done to her ... and making him pay dearly!
He watched as Ike grabbed his hardened cock in his hand and began
to tease at the open lips of his bending mother's cunt with the
beet red head of the fleshy instrument. Carrie's whimpers and
encouragements began to fill the room. Vaguely, Jamie was aware
of the videotape playing over and over again in miniature, his
mother's first carnal enjoyment with Ike. But, the massive tip of
Ike's foreskin peeled cock was slowly parting the soft blonde
curls of her pubic hair and being guided into his mother's
hungrily waiting channel ... and it was real ... it was happening
right in front of him!
From his vantage point he could see it as it slowly, but
relentlessly, disappeared up inside ... all the way inside ...
never stopping, continuing in a constant penetration until it was
completely out of sight, submerged to the hilt into the farthest
depths of her upturned pussy.
"NNNNnnnghgh!" Carrie emitted a long choking moan, and Jamie
grabbed onto his chair as if to prevent himself from falling off.
Then, smiling arrogantly over at the thunder-struck Jamie,
Ike began a steady fucking in and out of his mother-in-law's
steaming vagina, his muscular body inclining back from her in an
arch as his hips thrust forward while he pushed in until his
testicles were buried completely in the softly curling hairs of
her pubis.
Carrie was enraptured. Her mouth hung open and from her
throat came a low hum of delight. HE WAS IN SO DEEP! She began
rotating her hips and pushing back at Ike so that she was almost
lifted in the air with each forward blow as her son-in-law's
massive prick rammed harder and harder into her raging pussy!
"He's watching ... Jamie is watching ... GOOD! Let him see
me in action ... let him see ... !!!!" Carrie bit into her lower
lip, her excitement growing as she flagrantly displayed her lust
to her grown son. "Let him suffer ..." she thought, "why must I be
the only one to suffer!!!"
Jamie was indeed suffering. He thought that he was going to
burst apart with the rising emotions inside him. He was being
pulled in two directions ... one part of him was urging him to run
away ... to put as much distance between himself and this horrible
scene as possible. The other was making him stay ... making him
think and feel things which he knew were unnatural. The size of
his swollen penis was immense and it felt hard and thick and
tingly. There was an urgency in its growing mass that made him
want to act! Mechanically, and with glazed eyes that continued to
stare at the lascivious spectacle of his mother and brother-in-law
fucking together like two crazed animals, Jamie released the
purple-headed instrument of his cock. It looked monstrous between
his legs and then as Jamie moved, it bounced lewdly before him.
In two giant steps he was there, grabbing his brother-in-law by
the shoulders and wrenching him away from his mother! Ike fell
back and it was Jamie's fingers that now tightened around Carrie's
taut waist! He felt his mother's soft smooth flesh cringing under
the hard pressure of his grip as red marks formed on her skin
whenever he moved his hands. He shuffled in toward her, making
his legs move in close to hers. Her wide spread thighs and
buttocks were his ... to do what he wanted with! Then, his cock
found the entrance snuggled just below the tiny, visible puckered
anus. HIS MOTHER'S CUNT! Then in, in, in, he burst, thrusting
into her as though she were a ripe grapefruit being split in half!
The lush yielding roundness of her buttocks smacked hard and flat
back against his loins as he crashed his straining cock as deep as
he possibly could into the wildly contracting tunnel of his
mother's wetly sucking pussy!
It seemed like it would never end! He had never felt
anything so wonderful in his entire life!
"OH NO ..." he yelled, "MOTHER! MOTHER!"
Carrie felt the shock of her son's cock head, forcing its
thick way into her already widely stretched pussy. If she could
have, she would have pushed him away from her ... this was not
what she had intended at all! But there was no way to escape
Jamie's vengefully ramming prick that entered her with flesh
shattering might. Her muscles tensed as she tried to support her
weight with her hands on the floor. She squirmed her ass
desperately and screamed for him to let her go. But nothing
worked. Her son's cock stabbed brutally in and out of her cunt
and each time he rammed in, he pulled her back to meet his wildly
fucking rod! With a groaning sob, Carrie suddenly gave in to him.
It was her own doing ... this she knew ... but now there was
nothing to do to erase what had already happened. Shivers of
delight sped from her inundated pussy with each new thrust of her
son's lust-hardened penis.
"I made him!" she thought ... He's my boy ... my little baby
boy! And now he's fucking me!" and she gave a sobbing groan that
made Ike, who was standing nearby watching, wince.
His own prick jerked excitedly. "LOOK AT THEM GO!" he said
out loud. Mother and son presented a depraved spectacle as they
began to egg each other on. Carrie's beautiful breasts hung down
and quivered with each further blow of her son's cock. Her face
was a study in pure lust as her eyes opened and closed in a glaze
of lost passion. She spread her long legs wider and called out to
her son while she shook her white buttocks with complete abandon.
"OH FUCK ME JAMIE ... YES ... THAT'S IT, FUCK YOUR MOTHER
GOOD! OH HONEY ... YES BABY DO IT TO MAMA ... DO IT TO MEEEEE! OH
MOTHER LOVES YOU ... MOTHER LOVES YOU SO GOOOOOOOD!"
Ike didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to do
something and fast. He lewdly pumped his own cock up and down,
with growing excitement until he could take it no more. Running
around in front of his debauched mother-in-law, he swiftly reached
down and lifted her head up. Without bothering to lose a second,
he thrust the enormity of his cock into the pink ovaled lips of
her openly groaning mouth!
"MMmmmmmfh!" she moaned, completely surprised by this new
entry.
Just then Jamie thrust forward with a yell and her mouth
rammed all the way onto Ike's long, hardened penis.
"OH YEAH!" Ike cried out as he felt the warm wet enclosing
his bursting prick, "OH YEAH ... YOUR DAUGHTER NEVER DID IT LIKE
THAT!"
Tears sprang to Carrie's eyes as the pure evilness of what
she was doing came to her in a sudden rush. Her daughter's
husband and her son ... one fucking her in the mouth ... and the
other behind her ramming mercilessly into her defenseless cunt!
AND SHE WAS LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT! HOW COULD SHE?
Jamie stared down at the perspiration covered surface of his
mother's buttocks, hardly aware of what Ike was doing in front of
him. But unconsciously he began to time his forward movements
into his mother's seeping pussy with the fucking that his brother-
in-law was giving her mouth! Carrie felt deliciously filled at
both ends ... as if there were nothing else to her but her mouth
and her cunt!
A fantastic rising tide of pleasure was beginning inside her.
Her belly quivered and her inflamed nerve-endings seemed to flare
up as the complete helplessness of her position brought out new
depths of excitement. A kind of masochistic enjoyment of her
incestuous coupling sent little flashes of fire throughout her
tormented body. She was licking and sucking at her son-in-law's
surging cock, letting her saliva flow over it, mixing with its own
pungent male taste. She began to lick and suck at her eighteen-
year-old daughter's husband's raging prick as though her life
depended on it! WHAT A FEELING!
She groaned lustfully as she felt Ike's big pole grow harder
in her mouth and then suddenly explode in orgasm, flooding her
throat with gushing waves of heated male fluid, making her swallow
and gulp as it rushed past her tonsils. She felt herself cumming
too as her son Jamie's thrusting cock jack-hammered against her
cervix. Ike's hands tangled harshly in her hair pulling her head
upward into the flood of his cum, while Jamie's fingernails dug
deep into the flesh of her shapely hips. IT WAS TOO GOOD! MUCH
TOO GOOD!
Carrie made garbled noises of delight, while letting her
vagina clasp and unclasp in delicious convulsions all around
Jamie's still hard driving shaft.
"OH WHAT A GOOD THICK COCK MOMMY AND DADDY MADE YOU!! she
thought a little hysterically ... "WHAT A COCK!"
Jamie's balls slammed up against his mother's lower belly
below as he bent backward a little, letting his cock arch up at a
sharp angle into her tumultuous cunt. GOD WHAT HER PUSSY WAS
DOING TO HIM ... "OH MAMMA OH MAMMA OH MAMMA!" he found himself
crying over and over. Tears of something kin to despair rolled
down his cheeks as the most potent orgasm of his life built
steadily, the blood in his veins felt boiling hot and his mouth
like dry cotton.
"I'M CUMMING MAMMA ... OH MAMMA DARLING ... I'M CUMMING!!!!!"
His mother screwed her buttocks back onto his crazily spewing cock
while he wailed incoherently. She was cumming again in response
to her son's words. Her head filled with a million bursting stars
as her wet and used pussy sucked hungrily upon her son's hotly
squirting cock, extracting every last drop of his preciously
heated cum ... taking it for her very own!
"This is where I belong Mama!" Jamie sobbed ... "This is
where I came from!!!!"
Chapter 8
John Livingston sat in the comfortable lounge of the Come
Right Inn facing his old friend Jack LeBow who was the owner of
the place. They were both plastered out of their skulls.
"Say, John, old friend ... old boy ... How are you planning
to get back to your place tonight ... I mean you can't drive in
that condition. I know how drunk I am ... and you've been keeping
up with me glass for ...
Jack waved his glass amiably in front of him ... smiling
broadly at his friend.
"Never mind ..." John interrupted. "I've got the girls with
me ... remember? They'll get me home somehow ... don't worry!
What would we do without the girls, eh Jack?"
Jack looked over at his wife who was supervising the
bartender and several waiters, enabling him to get pleasantly
stewed with John. "Yep!" he said cheerfully ... "You're right,
alright!"
"Let's just have one more ..." John suggested, "and then I'll
go out and round them up ... Got to get back to Carrie in time for
dinner anyway!"
"Joe ... Bring us two more double bourbons and soda!" Jack
called to a passing waiter.
"Yes, SIR!" the waiter replied snappily, dashing toward the
bar.
"That's what's nice about owning your own place, right John
...? You at least get to order people around ... even if your old
lady orders you around in private!"
John thought of Carrie and realized he'd hardly been paying
any attention to his wife at all since the family had come up to
"Livingston's!" He'd been spending so much time with Tricia ...
and yet it still didn't seem like enough. He really wished she'd
come back home to live as soon as possible! He mentally visualized
her sweet smiling face, her charming manner. "What a girl!" he
thought fondly.
How could he ever have let her marry that ridiculous Ike ...?
What she had seen in him at the beginning, he couldn't begin to
guess! The man was obviously a loser ... a real loser!
* * *
"But I thought you were so happy!" Susan sat up and stared at
her blonde sister-in-law with surprise in her deep green eyes.
Tricia had just confided in her that she envied Susan and Jamie's
marriage, because she thought she and Ike might not be together
much longer.
The two women were reclining by the side of Lake Winoska,
where John had driven them after they'd shopped in the nearby
town.
Their lunch had been sumptuous and the girls were
experiencing the pleasant heavy feeling that comes after having
consumed too much wine in the middle of the day.
The heat of the atmosphere and the steady droning of the
country insects had created a peaceful, lazy atmosphere during
which the girls had reclined sleepily in their bathing outfits
beside the lake. They hadn't felt like swimming after such a
heavy lunch, but they were catching the last rays of sun to
increase what was left of their summer tans.
Susan and Tricia were more than just a little tipsy, but each
one tried studiously to hide it from the other. Nevertheless, it
wasn't long before they began to talk to each other as though they
were lifelong friends, instead of relatives by marriage who really
didn't know each other very well at all!
Susan stared at her husband's sister taking in the latter's
cool posed little girl looks, and quickly reassessed the image
she'd had prior to this revelation. Once more she noted how much
the girl looked like Jamie. She was really the feminine version
of her husband! And to think that she had been envying Tricia her
marriage to Ike!
"He's just so rough, Susan!" Tricia was saying. "He doesn't
care anything about my feelings. And in bed ..." Tricia
hesitated. She was lying on her back looking up into the trees,
avoiding Susan's searching green eyes.
"Yes?" Susan asked after a few seconds. She was very curious
to hear what Tricia had to say about Ike in bed. Her own love
life was certainly sad enough ... practically non-existent,
really.
"I know what you mean about that rough business ..." Susan
prompted, thinking about the harsh anal penetration she had
suffered a few nights before. Her behind was still sore!
"Well he always wants to make love!!! I mean I wouldn't mind
if it were really love-making ... but it's just crude sex that's
all!" Tricia blurted the words out, suddenly feeling extremely
sorry for herself. She was lying down because she felt dizzy when
she sat up and even in her prone position she could feel the wine
swirling about muddling her thoughts ... making her drowsy but not
really sleepy. Jamie is probably the ideal husband she thought.
She had always looked up to her older brother ... why hadn't she
married someone like him!
Susan felt a surge of jealousy. God, if only she could
complain that her husband always wanted to make love! How could
anyone complain about that ... she should be so unfortunate! She
looked at Tricia's voluptuous bikini clad figure wondering if it
had to do with looks. Was Tricia that much better looking than
she, that her husband desired her constantly??
"Is that your only problem?" she asked Tricia pointedly,
watching the soft regular rise and fall of Tricia's large breasts,
barely hidden by the twin pieces of polka dotted material that
covered them.
"Well ..." Tricia said ... "It's just that it's like being
alone all the time. I have no friends ... no companion ... Being
with Ike is like living alone with all of the drawbacks and none
of the conveniences!!" For the first time she was saying what
she'd really been thinking. True she had been talking with her
father ... but he usually did most of the talking himself ...
surmising that the marriage wasn't working out, and encouraging
Tricia to doubt that it ever would.
"What I'd like," she said ..." is someone like ... well, like
Daddy! Or even Jamie ..." she added, looking up at Susan. She
looked away quickly. Susan had been looking at her so strangely!
It made her feel funny ... as though she should cover herself up.
But she thought that would be silly ... so she remained in her
position.
"Jamie??" Susan said, resentment showing in her voice.
"Listen, let me tell you a few things ... Jamie may be an ideal
brother ... but as a husband ... well, he's a washout. That's
what he is ... a washout! You were complaining about Ike wanting
to make love all the time ... Well ... Jamie hardly ever wants
to! And when he does ... who knows how it's going to turn out ...
or what weird thing he's going to want to do!! As for being alone
... yes, I understand that very well ... too well!!" Susan had
moved closer to her startled sister-in-law. She sat directly
beside the smaller woman, peering down at her still form, her face
a mask of anguish.
After a few moments of silence during which Tricia took in
the surprising statement Susan had just made, she looked up at the
slightly older woman and spoke softly. "I guess we have a lot in
common, really ..."
"Yes ..." said Susan, simply. "In a way. We're both women
... and we're both getting shortchanged by our husbands!"
Tricia felt Susan's breath very close to her face. She
seemed to be moving closer. She felt a curious kind of
rapprochement to the auburn-haired woman who had married her older
brother. "How terrible ..." she thought. She felt confused, and
a little guilty, as if she herself were to blame for Susan's
unhappiness, merely by being Jamie's sister.
"You're right ..." Tricia said. She suddenly wished she
hadn't drunk so much. For some reason she wanted to have a very
clear head right now. Perhaps she and Susan could figure
something out together if only she could think clearly. But she
couldn't think at all. She was acutely aware of her body and of
the proximity of her sister-in-law. She felt overly warm even
though she knew that the main heat of the day had passed. There
was a stillness in the air that made it seem like something was
going to happen.
"You have beautiful breasts," Susan said, "A beautiful body
that must be why Ike is always after you!"
"Oh ..." Tricia replied, not knowing quite what to say.
"Look!" Susan cried suddenly. "Look at my breasts ... Do you
find them unattractive?" Defiantly, Susan ripped off the top of
her bathing suit displaying the round firm orbs of her naked
breasts to Tricia's wondering eyes.
Tricia suddenly realized that Susan was at least as
inebriated as she was. She found herself doing as she was told,
looking at the creamy skinned breasts with their pointed nipples.
"They're exquisite!" Tricia thought ... and "THEY'RE SO CLOSE I
COULD REACH RIGHT OUT AND TOUCH THEM!"
"Why ... why they're lovely ..." Tricia stammered. "Just
lovely ... I ... something must be wrong with Jamie not to want to
touch them ... I mean ..." Tricia didn't know just what she
meant, but suddenly she knew that she wanted to touch them ...
they looked so unreal right there in front of her, staring her in
the face ... and Susan just sitting there with her beautiful long
hair, her finely modeled features ... her lash-fringed green eyes
...! She began to undo her own top ... she would show Susan, she
felt, that she was certainly not more beautiful in that
department!
The polka-dotted top fell away and so Tricia half sat up to
remove it completely, the dizziness returned. Her breasts were
caressed by the cooling air and she felt her nipples constricting.
"Ohhhh!" Susan cried at the sight of her new found
confidante's golden tipped breasts. They were slightly bigger than
her own, and whereas hers were definitely of a round melon shape,
Tricia's were uptilted like big ripe pears. "They're pretty!" she
declared, and then laughing, she, reached out and tweaked Tricia's
right nipple. She laughed again, tossing her head back with
delight.
"God, what have we been being so serious about!" she giggled.
Tricia returned her touch, and for a few moments they were like
schoolgirls ... each one exploring the full rounded firmness of
the other's breasts.
Although neither one of them knew just how it happened, in a
few minutes they were all over each other, tumbling over and over
in the soft grass. Susan had slipped off the tiny bottom of her
bikini and while pressing her lips with soft persistency upon
Tricia's helped her to slip hers off too. An urgent hand explored
the tingling crevice of Tricia's golden pussy and she, mimicking
the touch, cupped Susan's auburn-haired mound in her hand. It
felt divine!
"MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm ..."
Tricia was inundated by Susan's personal scent. She rolled
over and followed a natural inclination, slid her head downwards
along Susan's quivering belly until she reached the warm wet pussy
stretched out before her.
"OOOOOooooooohhhhhhh ..." Susan sighed. "Oh, Tricia ..."
Tricia began to nuzzle into the sweetness of the wonderful
cunt that lay before her. She began with a tender lapping of her
tongue. Susan closed her eyes and the now steadily licking sent
chills racing along her spine. She wanted to protest but then she
fell back with a sigh of resignation as the incredible feeling of
her sister-in-law's soft wet lips pressing tightly against her
naked pussy continued. The swirling sensation began to build in
her wide spread loins and although she still felt a soreness in
her behind she ignored it and spread her legs still wider.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a long soulful
sigh.
Tricia was mesmerized by the taste that seeped into her
hungry mouth. It was familiar and yet at the same time totally
foreign to her. It was easy to know what to do to please the
slightly older woman ... she just did what she thought she herself
would like to have done. Taking Susan's pointed little clitoris
between her teeth, she moaned and writhed slowly on the moist
grass down between Susan's trembling legs.
She was aware of the fact that the very thought of what she
was doing would have horrified her had anyone suggested it under
other circumstances ... yet now, she was completely immersed in
her sinful behavior, as surely as her face was immersed in her
brother's wife's flamingly aroused pussy!
Susan shifted her long legs nervously, feeling herself
melting with pleasure. She knew she ought to push Tricia away ...
yet hadn't she herself begun their lewd embraces ... hadn't this
been what she'd wanted? No ... she couldn't give up this new
sensation ... it had been so long since she'd felt anything
approximating this bliss! Slowly, she put her hands down, pulling
Tricia's head closer into her straining pussy! She could feel her
husband's sister's beautiful blonde hair running through her
fingers, and she felt Tricia licking still harder at the most
sensitive places in her vagina in response to her touch.
"Oh, darling!" she cried, wriggling her hips upward ... Oh,
darling!"
* * *
"So long, old pal!"
Both John and his friend Jack were staggering a little as
they said good-bye to each other. But it didn't seem to matter.
They were both feeling so good that nothing could spoil it.
"Christ, was there anything wrong with feeling good!!?" John
thought as he wandered aimlessly in the direction he thought his
daughter and daughter-in-law had taken. He couldn't exactly recall
which way it was, but he figured he'd find them somewhere around
the lake. There was no one around for miles and he enjoyed the
feeling of privacy it gave him, and stopped to relieve himself
against a big oak tree. Readjusting his pants, he continued his
search for the two women. He was beginning to get a little
worried, when he suddenly heard Susan's voice.
"Oh, God ... Tricia ... Oh! Oh your tongue!!!"
He didn't really pay any attention to the meaning of the
words. He was just glad he'd finally found them and that they
could start homeward. He parted the dense foliage surrounding
them and came upon a scene which he knew instantly would change
his entire life!
Before him were the nakedly squirming buttocks of a petite
but voluptuously formed woman. He knew them to be his daughter's
before he knew anything else. Hadn't he eyed their tender shapes
enough times in various kinds of clothing? Hadn't he imagined to
himself just how they would appear completely nude ... and didn't
the heavenly shapes before him live up to those imaginings, tender
curve for tender curve ... right down to the pale rosy hue of each
softly jiggling cheek?
"Jesus Christ!" something inside his head screamed although
he himself remained silent. The complete scene was apparent to
him now. His own daughter was kneeling completely naked in front
of him, spreading Jamie's wife's legs out still wider as she bent
between them, her breasts dangling down to touch the insides of
the curvaceous young woman's shapely thighs!
John's eyes bulged out in disbelief as Tricia's head burrowed
down and was buried still deeper between Susan's wide-stretched
thighs. He saw Susan let her head fall back again on the grass,
and heard a stream of babbling sounds pour forth from her mouth.
"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?" he thought, feeling his blood
pressure rise. "HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING!" But even while he was
thinking these outraged thoughts, the heavenly apparition of his
sweet daughter's nakedly trembling buttocks gave rise to another
kind of response inside him. He found himself staring fixedly at
them, and at the gemlike golden-haired pussy that was glistening
visibly beneath as Tricia kneeled forward. His giant cock grew
heavy and thick and rose precipitously in his pants.
"SHIT!" he cursed, "SHIT!!!!" Aside from the fact that he
was watching his own eighteen-year-old daughter and his daughter-
in-law, John realized that he was witnessing one of the most
sensual performances he would ever hope to see!
Feeling numb all over except for the raging inside his
swollen penis, he released his rampant instrument and let it jut
obscenely out from his pants. It behaved like a pointer pointing
in the inevitable direction of his daughter's teasingly exposed
genitals. He moved forward without another thought. There was
really nothing to think about at that instant. Flesh was calling
to flesh and he had to answer. All the rules had already been
broken ... and nothing seemed real anyway ... perhaps none of it
was really happening!
Susan began to cum ... it was the second time ... and she
felt she could go on and on forever. "Oh, God," she thought, "A
woman's touch was ... sheer magic!" In a few moments she would
reciprocate ... she would let Tricia feel the wonderful things she
was experiencing now. The young girl's small, hungrily nibbling
mouth rubbed insistently against her warmly seeping cunt. HER OWN
SISTER-IN-LAW! The tiny tongue flicked lewdly at her tortured
flesh. Tricia's fingers had begun to slide over her nipples,
pulling at them, making them harder and harder with each sensuous
pull. Susan gasped out and cried as her orgasm struck ... and then
Tricia's tongue swirled violently inside the smooth wet walls of
her climaxing cunt with an unprecedented force! Stars of joy
exploded behind Susan's eyes and she felt as though she were being
fed, inch by inch, through a gigantic wringer ... all her life
forces were combining and spiraling into a tumultuous climax.
She heard Tricia groaning too, and then, for some strange,
unexplainable reason, felt her mouth suddenly grinding harder than
ever at her now flooded and slippery pussy. But ... something else
was also going on!!! Susan opened her tightly clenched eyes
slightly and was astounded to see her father-in-law's purple
flushed face a few feet above her. His eyes were sightless,
glazed with his incestuous lust ... as he fucked forward again and
again against his daughter, Tricia's, upturned little pussy ...
his thick cock already plunged to the hilt in the hot, velvety
sheath of her blonde fuzzed cunt. Tricia was gasping and crying
out, without releasing her oral hold on Susan's pussy, and her own
inundated cunt gratefully received the obscene fucking she was
getting!
When she'd first felt the strong hands locking her hips in
place and the first thrust from behind into her nakedly exposed
vagina, it had almost frightened her to death, but it had answered
a silent prayer ... for her whole body had been crying out for
something ... something just like this!! There was something
familiar about it ... something tender and wonderful, while at the
same time masterful and strong!! This phantom cock slicing
rhythmically up into her belly was the cock she had been waiting
for all her life! Gratefully she accepted it ... blindly and
blatantly enjoying it ... just as she was enjoying her lewd
preoccupation with the warmly secreting hole between her sister-
in-law's widespread thighs.
It was all so totally surrealistic that it didn't matter what
she did ... or who it was behind her. Everything seemed to fit in
... everything was just as it should be! She was giving pleasure
and receiving it!! What more could she ask at the moment!!! Her
wounded psyche was at last being soothed by these two
extraordinary events.
John knew that his daughter, Tricia's pussy would feel like
this! He had always known it! His drunken lust increased second
by second as he felt his golden girl responding to his wild
fucking!
"OH YES BABY!" He cried out, completely beside himself.
"LET DADDY DO IT TO YOU ... LET YOUR DADDY FUCK YOU LIKE YOU
SHOULD BE FUCKED!"
"OH NO ... DADDY ... GOD, IS THAT YOU???" Tricia's muffled
words were mostly lost in the deep recesses of her sister-in-law's
wildly steaming pussy, but Susan heard them and in an agony of
shuddering desire herself, she replied, "YES ... YES, TRICIA ...
IT'S ME, BABY! IT'S DADDY!!!"
* * *
Nancy sat crouched outside the screened-in porch of the big
house. No one could see her and she was glad of it! Everyone was
acting so crazy that she figured she'd better stay out of it. The
cool night air made her a little chilly, but she was determined to
stay and hear everything that went on.
Carrie was pacing back and forth, drinking champagne ... and
had been for some time ... ever since her son had run out of the
house screaming all those dirty names at her! And then Uncle Ike
had had to leave right after, when Grandma started screaming dirty
names at him!!!
Nancy had been listening to her Grandmother talking out loud
to herself as she waved her champagne bottle from side to side,
stopping from time to time only to take another slug out of the
bottle.
Nancy felt sorry she had caused Grandma so much pain, but it
had been worth it to see her father in such a state. Who would
have dreamed, though that Daddy would do it to his own mother???
Nancy was glad when the car finally drove up. Maybe now that
Grandpa was back with her mother and Aunt Tricia ... things would
re-establish a semblance of normality. She hoped so ... because
she had decided that she too wanted to experience the same
mysterious delights that everybody else in the family indulged in!
And after thinking about it for some time, and crossing off first
her father and then Uncle Ike ... she realized that her
Grandfather was the man she most admired in the whole world. If
anyone was going to initiate her to the new delights her barely
pubescent body craved ... it had to be Grandpa!
As she watched her grandfather walk up toward the house,
followed at some distance by her own auburn-haired mother and his
daughter, Tricia, she could already feel her tiny pussy getting
wet, all over again.
"I wonder what Grandpa's thing looks like?" she thought
wondrously. "And I wonder if it will fit?"
Chapter 9
"How could I have done it?" Carrie Livingston awoke with a
delicious sensation in her loins ... that feeling that she had
felt often before when as a young woman she had indulged herself
with indefatigable lovers. This time however, she knew that it
was not a question of some young man she had spent a pleasant
afternoon with, but rather something much more serious ...
something she could hardly even admit to herself this morning. It
had been with her own son-in-law!
Beside her, her husband John lay, snoring deeply in sleep.
Carrie shifted her voluptuously formed body beneath the silk
sheets. She looked over at her husband's craggy, handsome
features. A terrible feeling of guilt swept over her as she
realized that John hadn't an inkling of an idea just how far she
had gone in her search for reassurance that she was still
attractive to younger men.
"It's only because I was feeling so blue ..." she thought,
staring up at the mirrored ceiling she'd recently had installed.
"That's why it all started ... once I let Ike do that to me on the
porch ... it was only a question of time before I did something
even more perverted!"
The smoky mirror on the ceiling reflected the image of a
glamourous woman of uncertain years. Carrie's beautiful features
and shining pale blonde hair had withstood the years with
considerable grace, and even though she was a grandmother, many
would never have guessed it. But she had been feeling more and
more upset recently about growing older, that was one of the
reasons she had persuaded John to let her redecorate their bedroom
in the big house of their popular mountain resort. She had chosen
a theme dear to her heart, and by the time she was finished the
large bedroom with its two bathrooms would have done credit to the
most finicky of Hollywood movie stars. It was "30's" posh,
complete with circular bed, shaggy white rugs, smoked glass
mirrors of a hazy blue tint on both the walls and the ceilings.
There were several chaises with low accompanying cocktail tables,
and a well-stocked bar. As for the bathroom that Carrie called
her own, she had installed a large sunken tub of an octagonal
shape choosing ornate lions heads for the spouting faucets.
Carrie had hoped that this, in addition to the new wardrobe
she had purchased, would make her happy. But she found that it
only accentuated the feeling of loneliness she had. In spite of
her love for John, she still felt a need for something more
exciting in her life. She knew that John thought her ideas were
ridiculous, but he nevertheless went along with her ... even when
she had shown up at the first family dinner in that Marlene
Dietrich see-through gown! She'd spent a lot of money having a
dressmaker copy it for her ... and the festive dinner had seemed
to her just the occasion to wear it, even if it was a little
daring!
Carrie turned over on her side, burying her head a little
deeper in her pillow as she recalled her son Jamie's reaction to
the dress, and how their bitter argument over it had led her to
drink all that champagne, which had in turn made her respond to
Ike's advances ... her own son-in-law! She remembered his strong
young fingers ... and how they had insinuated themselves beneath
her panties, moving upward, high into the already moist area of
her golden haired pussy ... slipping in and out, in and out,
making her cry out against him. What a wonderful feeling of
excitement and mounting desire she had felt. She could still feel
excited just by the thought of her daughter Tricia's husband ...
and the very idea chilled her. But she knew, that there was worse
than that to consider. With a groan, she tried to block it all
out, but she only succeeded in thinking about it all the more.
Even though the fall morning was cool ... the first cool day
of a streak of searing Indian Summer days ... Carrie felt unduly
warm beneath the covers. Perspiration formed on the portions of
her body that were covered by her beige satin nightgown. Between
the luscious thighs that had been so often admired by her first
boyfriends, and then her adoring husband, and still later,
intermittent lovers, there appeared a dewy moisture that curled
the silk threads of Carrie's secret triangle of sex still further.
She felt a tingling down there that was tantalizingly reminiscent
of the powerful love-making she had enjoyed so thoroughly only the
day before. Her breasts seemed to long to be touched again ...
and high inside in the tight darkness of her vaginal canal, she
felt an emptiness, a longing that grew with each passing second.
Her hand slipped down to the hem of her nightgown, and slowly, she
raised it, breathing softly so as not to awaken her sleeping
husband. It seemed odd to her that he was sleeping so late that
morning. Usually he was up at the first crack of dawn, and she
was usually not long in following him. But she was grateful that
he was sleeping like this ... she needed all the time she could
get to gather her nerves together, after her harrowing experience
of the day before.
While Carrie's mind wandered, her fingers travelled the
length of her long slender thigh. They moved slowly but surely
toward the palpitating center of her being. The golden triangle
of sex seemed to tense with the approach of her own hand, and she
knew that she had to assuage this new onslaught of desire. The
entire lower half of her body felt unduly agitated as her fingers
fumbled toward the hair-lined slit that enclosed the moist jewels
of her cunt. The wet slit opened at the soft touch of her fingers
and she let them dip into the soft fleshiness of the fuzz-lined
lips.
"Aaah!" she gasped.
She parted her thighs ever so slightly and began to move her
pearly painted fingernails from side to side and up and down, from
the top of the tiny tip of her clitoris ... already swollen and
red, to the small gullies of flesh and the protruding inner lips
... then down below to the hungry throbbing well of softly
pulsating pussy.
"Oh, God!" she moaned almost out loud ... her tongue felt
thick and there was an excess of saliva in her mouth. Her own
touches had aroused her almost beyond control, and she knew that
she really needed more than this to satisfy her ... much more!
Beside her, John snorted and grumbled something in his sleep.
Instinctively, Carrie's hand moved sideways to touch his rock hard
thigh. She had touched him like this so many mornings of their
long marriage but this was the first time she felt this sense of
desperation. John had always told her that one day she would go
too far ... AND THIS TIME SHE HAD! Her fingers slipped quickly
between her husband's thighs, and to her surprise, instead of
finding his outsized penis in a state of sleeping semi-erection
... she found a raging hard-on! Her fingers were electrified by
the feel of its hardness and its girth, and setting aside her
original curiosity about the reasons for her husband's arousal,
she set about increasing it. Deftly, she moved the thick foreskin
all the way back, feeling the sleek round head of John's prick
grow taut as it swelled up still more.
"OH!" Carrie gasped, as she felt him stir beside her. He
grunted and shifted his hips up a little, forcing his cock through
her hostly enclosing fingers. It slid upward into the air,
grazing against the covers of the bed.
She saw John's eyes spring open, and wordlessly, her own
implored him.
"Oh, John," she thought, "if you only knew what I've done
with our daughter's husband ... if you only knew!" It seemed to
her at the moment that by making love with her husband she might
be able to erase the other love-making in which she had so
shamelessly indulged. John's wildly rampaging cock in her belly
would wipe out the memory of that other ... those others!
Rising up, she rapidly tore away her night-gown, revealing
the full curvaceous beauty of her body. The perfectly up-tilted
breasts with their large aureoles, the thick nipples already hard
and erect in anticipation of what was to come. She had an old-
fashioned figure, a small waist, curvaceous full blown hips that
she kept trim by studious diets and exercises. She had the figure
of a woman 15 years younger and she was justly proud of it.
As she moved close to her husband, her gaze seemed to say, "I
have a body made for loving ... these breasts were made for
sucking ... these hips and thighs for touching ... and this honey
patch between my legs ... for fucking!!"
She rose up like some pagan goddess over him, pulling the
covers all the way back and revealing his naked torso. His
abundant chest hairs once jet black, were now salt and pepper
grey, just as his hair was silver tipped ... but John Livingston
had improved with age if anything, and Carrie marvelled at how
handsome and strong he still was. WHY COULDN'T SHE HAVE JUST BEEN
SATISFIED WITH WHAT SHE HAD??? How she had neglected John in the
last few days since the family had arrived! Even though he hadn't
seemed to mind, it was a terrible thing for her to have done, she
thought ... he had been only too happy to spend all that time with
their daughter Tricia, even though she suspected that that was the
primary reason he had set up this whole family reunion idea! And
what a mess it had turned out to be ... Nobody seemed to be
getting along ... and now with what she had done on the front
porch with their son-in-law, she was sure that her son and
daughter's families would be departing that very day ... if they
hadn't already left!
But now ... if she could just feel John's wonderful big cock
... just have him fucking her good ... it seemed like she could
make it all go away ... everything could be different!.. She
straddled her rapidly awakening husband's legs, letting her huge,
perfectly formed breasts softly cushion against his chest as she
leaned forward over him. The erect thickness of his cock grazed
the open slit of her vagina, but she slid down so that she could
lay a moment flat upon him. "Carrie!" John whispered hoarsely
... his wife's name catching in his throat as the full impact of
her body against his struck him. The expensive scent of her
French perfume drifted into his flared nostrils as her silken
blonde hair brushed against his face. GOD HE LOVED HER! he
thought ... and to think he'd scarcely thought of her since the
kids had come up ... since Tricia ... The image of his smiling
golden haired daughter swept across his mind, and he felt his
heart pounding wildly at the mere thought of her! He began a
little short bucking movement upward against Carrie, feeling
acutely tormented by his thoughts. Yet, the womanly feel of his
wife's soft, sensuously warm skin pressing against his was
overpowering, and he momentarily sought to push his real problems
to the back of his mind. Carrie wanted him ... and when they had
first married he had promised never to let his glamorous young
wife down. He sensed that he already had in some way ... but at
least, no matter what his shortcomings ... he would make this
morning memorable for her!
"Honey ..." he cried into her hair ... as she started
wriggling about on top of him, and he felt his cock stirring
impatiently against her soft belly.
Firmly, he cupped his wife's trembling buttocks in his hands,
enjoying the sensuous mounds as he kneaded them beneath his
fingers. He separated them, and pushed them back, and then pulled
up on them, signalling to Carrie that he wanted her to kneel up.
Breathing heavily, Carrie knelt over him, one knee on either side
of his loins. The swollen tip of his prick rose before her like a
saddle horn, and for a moment, she held onto it, with both hands.
She felt like she would scream if he didn't put it up inside her
shortly. Her hotly seeping vagina was aching with desire as she
lifted herself up high enough so that she could get his hardened
cock into her. The pink inner folds of her silken pussy felt
moist and ready, and she knew he would slide all the way up into
her waiting belly the very first time!
"NOW!" she urged, "NOW!" John's hands were around her
waist as he pushed her downward. In the same motion she ground
her buttocks around teasingly and plunged herself down onto his
rock-like cock.
The thick bulging rod entered with a tremendous impact,
moving forcefully into the willing entranceway to Carrie's eagerly
welcoming cunt. The yielding pink flesh of the interior walls
rippled in tiny folds before it, offering absolutely no resistance
to the heavily invading cock, as Carrie's thigh muscles relaxed,
letting the working thickness expand up inside her vaginal walls.
She felt a blinding desire filling her as though it were a real
inner pressure that had to get out. It pressed against her
insides, threatening to burst her apart!
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Carrie gurgled and twisted above her husband,
squirming her buttocks, and grinding them down upon his thighs as
his cock struck the very far end of her desperately straining
pussy. "OH GOD, JOHN ... .OH YOU'RE RIGHT THERE!"
She leaned forward to kiss him, letting her tongue move
swiftly beyond his teeth into his mouth, shifting wildly to every
corner of his oral cavity.
"NNNNNNNNGHH!" she groaned. Without moving the rest of his
body, John flexed his cock inside her, feeling her wonderfully
clenched cunt tightening up against his cock as her cervix
received the delicious tickling of his prick head.
"OH JOHN, JOHN!" Carrie cried out, she could feel herself
going to pieces. She wanted to feel more and more of it, and
began to slide herself up and down, by flexing and unflexing her
knees ... rising tip and then sinking back.
"AAAAAH!" Carrie felt the acute white hot pleasure coursing
through her vagina, shooting fireworks through her womb as her
husband's giant cock thudded hard up inside her.
"OOoomp!" she would exclaim each time she sunk back again
onto its sturdy mass. She felt a warm dizzying delight as its
rock-hard girth impaled her.
John watched, fascinated as his wife's beautiful face changed
to a mask of pure lust. Her blonde hair was disheveled and her
firmly rounded breasts swayed and jerked above him. He lifted his
head up and took one tiny ripe nipple in his mouth, holding on to
it as Carrie continued her wild up and down fucking motions above
him.
"OH CHRIST!" he thought, "I'M GONNA CUM!" His cock felt
unbearably hard and Carrie's erotic motions were just too much to
take! But he grunted and held on, lifting her up by the waist, so
that she was suspended just above his tingling cock.
"No ... John ... let me go ... let me go ... don't stop
now!" Carrie cried, tears rising to her eyes. Frantically, she
struggled to let his rigid cock enter her once more, and as John
gave in, she gave a low moan. It was happening. Her orgasm
seemed to rush to greet the renewed entry of her husband's
fiercely swollen cock. It gathered her up in its momentum and she
felt as if she were being flung against a wall. Wave after wave
of excruciating pleasure inundated her sensitized womb. Something
like a white flare illuminated her brain, filling it with just one
lewdly unthinkable thought ... just one person ... HER SON ... HER
GROWN SON JAMIE! ! !
John felt his sperm racing wildly from his exploding
testicles, speeding hotly along the full length of his tormented
cock. It was wonderful, pure release! A feeling of bliss rushed
in to replace the spurting liquid that splashed around up inside
Carrie's insanely climaxing womb.
"OH JESUS!" he cried, completely dazzled by the strength of
his orgasm. "OOOOOOOOH! TRICIA HONEY!!!"
His daughter's sweet face ... her body ... her downy soft
cunt ... all were made real to him once more as he felt the crest
of his climax. For those brief seconds, he actually was with her
... with her again!
"OOOOOH DADDY'S CUMMING DADDY'S CUMMING!" he cried,
completely beyond himself.
* * *
It was long moments later before either John or Carrie spoke.
They were lying close together, still feeling the echoes of their
splendid love-making. High in her still pulsing pussy, Carrie
could feel the presence of her husband's spent member. She lay
upon him, her head buried in the crook of his neck. Finally she
spoke.
"John ... I ... I heard what you said when you were cumming
in me. Do you know what you said?"
John was slow to answer, but finally he realized he had to
admit it ... had to get it off his mind or go crazy ... even if it
meant an end to him and Carrie!!
"Yes ... yes I know ... I called Tricia ... God forgive me!"
Carrie sighed heavily. Her original confusion and shock at
her husband's words were turning rapidly to something else. Could
it be ... she wondered, that just as she was attracted to their
son ... John was attracted to their daughter, Tricia??
Suddenly she saw a way out ... her actions thought still
reprehensible, seemed to lose some of their horror as she realized
that she was not the only one in the world who had such desires.
John had always been a little too fond of Tricia she realized now
... clearly his "fondness" had gone a little too far ... It was
very similar to her case ... although not exactly the same... and
she intended to tell him so ... Of course she wouldn't tell him
everything ... just enough to extract a promise from him!
"John, darling, don't feel bad," she whispered. She could
feel his heart beating hard against her naked breasts. "I have a
confession to make ... I ... uh ... understand ... yes, believe it
or not ... I do understand why you could want to do it to our
daughter."
"BUT WHY ... HOW HOW COULD ANYONE ... !!!"
"SHHH! Let me talk ... let me finish ... I myself have felt
certain feelings about Jamie ... I think perhaps its a natural
thing ... I mean psychologically speaking ... perhaps mothers and
sons and fathers and daughters always feel these things!" She
paused, thinking fast. "The thing to do," she continued, "is to
ignore them ... we must ignore them!"
"Yes ..." John replied, hesitantly, seeing a glimmer of hope
for the first time since his confrontation with his daughter the
day before. "Ignore them ..." he repeated.
"You must promise me ... just as I will promise you ... to
ignore them in the future ... FOR THE SAKE OF THE FAMILY!!!"
"OH CARRIE ... I PROMISE ... I PROMISE!" John sobbed. He
meant it sincerely and tears of relief slid down his cheeks. He
realized he would not have to admit to Carrie what he had done.
How Tricia's fresh pink buttocks had waved before him, twisting
and turning his mind as surely as if he had been brain-washed. How
he had fucked her over and over, his rampant cock smashing into
her hard, slamming against her ... How she had cried out and he
had shouted her name to the trees ... He would not have to tell
Carrie any of this! And what was more, he wouldn't have to tell
her what he had found their daughter doing in the bushes. He was
glad to be able to promise Carrie anything! And he felt within
his heart that he would never ... never touch his daughter again.
"I promise!" he repeated to his wife, hugging her nakedness
to him.
Carrie felt her husband's prick begin to thicken again within
her, and a bolt of pleasure skipped through her. She felt good
... almost elated.
"And I promise ... I'll never think such things about Jamie
again!" she sighed. "Never never again. After all ... they have
their families ... their own families. We have to let them go ...
we have to ..." She stopped, realizing that she was about to say
too much. After all, she didn't want John to know exactly what
had happened. She didn't want him to think that anything had
happened at all!
Heaven only knew what he would do if he knew that she had not
only allowed Jamie to watch her being made love to by Tricia's
husband... their own son-in-law ... but that this sight had so
unbalanced him, that he himself had made love to her! AND SHE HAD
LET HIM! LET HER OWN SON'S HARD COCK FUCK HER BETWEEN HER
WIDESPREAD LEGS UNTIL SHE HAD ALMOST PASSED OUT! HOW COULD SHE
EVER ADMIT TO ANYONE, EVEN HERSELF THAT SHE HAD NEVER FELT
ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE IN HER ENTIRE LIFE??"
She was bouncing up and down a little on John's swelling
penis. She lifted her head up, rearing backwards and shaking her
head. Her piercing blue eyes met John's.
"Oh, Darling ... fuck me good ... let's do it again! We need
each other ... we really do!!"
John's cock leaped to full erection high inside her warmly
quivering pussy, and clenching her vaginal muscles tightly around
it, she took that for his answer.
Chapter 10
Carrie was hopeful that she was making the right impression.
She had worn the most matronly clothes she owned, a conservative
deep blue two piece suit. As she stood at the head of the table,
she tried to surmise the effects of the speech she had just made.
The members of her family sat quietly enough, and she felt that
she had won them over. At the beginning of the lunch in the
spacious private dining-room of the big house, both her son and
daughter had declared their intentions of leaving directly after
the meal.
She looked at Jamie to see his reaction. He was looking
sullenly down at this plate. Beside him, his wife, Susan sat with
an indecisive expression on her face. She looked as if she had
been crying, Carrie noticed, feeling another stab of guilt as she
thought of what havoc she might have caused in her son's family.
Their child, little Nancy, seemed happy enough though ... that was
one thing, that Carrie felt thankful for...
"Jamie?" Carrie said, boldly trying to get her son to look
back at her. "Shall we rise above the problems we've had ...?
Shall we all try to triumph over our differences?" Without saying
anything too specific Carrie had tried to appeal to everyone's
sense of family unity.
Jamie looked resentfully at his mother. "We'll stay until
the end of the week!" he growled. She had some gall he thought!
But he had to give her credit. Her talk had done a lot to calm
him down ... and she was right ... they would all have to somehow
survive what had happened yesterday. He could not control the
shaking of his hands, and had finally given up trying to eat
anything at all. He sensed his wife's anguish as she sat beside
him. He had given her a hard time, he knew ... he'd left his
mother and Ike and run out of the house ... screaming. He'd gone
straight to their cabin and spent what seemed like hours in the
shower, futilely trying to cleanse himself of what he had done to
his own mother. It felt as though her scent had been burned into
him. No amount of washing had gotten rid of it, and he could
still smell it, sitting there at the table. His mind had almost
succeeded in blocking out the shame he felt ... but that scent
lingered! It was that mixture of her musky perfume and her
sensual sexual odors that kept coming back to him at the most
unwanted moments. He realized now, that all his life his mother's
smell had haunted him, and now ... at last, at least everything
was out in the open. Clearly, he had always wanted to do to her
what he had done yesterday, when placed in the incredible position
of watching his mother being royally screwed by another man, his
own sister's husband, he had intervened and taken her himself ...
brutally true, but with more pleasure than he would have dreamed
possible!
Jamie wondered if his father had any idea about what she was
capable of! But his searing resentment of his mother and her
"modern" ideas was somewhat tempered by what he himself had been
"forced" to do ... Really, he was hardly any better than she was!
He thought back upon his life ... his marriage to his wife Susan
was practically meaningless, their sex life almost nill ... He'd
been fucking that little secretary from the office in just about
every weird position she could think of ... and that was enough
satisfaction for him. He found their daughter, Nancy, sullen and
unresponsive to him ... sometimes he even suspected that the
little girl hated him! His wife, Susan, in any case had every
right to hate him, he thought, the way he treated her, neglecting
her, criticizing everything she did! But he couldn't seem to help
it. He had stubbornly refused all offers from his parents to come
up and help manage the successful resort ... preferring to try to
make it on his own in the advertising world. But that was easier
said than done, and sometimes Jamie wondered if it was worth it.
Still, he had yet to reconcile himself to returning to his
parent's summer resort, Livingston's' ... largely because he
didn't want to be that close to his father and mother!
And now that the worst had happened, he had agreed to put up
with another week of it! He cursed under his breath, damning the
whole idea of this reunion and wishing it could be over with on
the spot! Across from him, Ike was cracking jokes as though
nothing had happened. "WHAT AN ASS!" Jamie thought, watching the
man who had so recently become his mother's ]over. "I should have
followed my first impulse and killed him!" Jamie fumed. Beside
Ike, Jamie's sister sat, drawn and pale, shifting nervously in her
seat.
"How could Tricia have ever married such a creep!!?" Jamie
thought, recalling the fact that Ike had not only made love to his
mother, but had filmed the act on his video tape machine. It
occurred to Jamie that Ike probably forced his sister, Tricia, to
do all sorts of things in front of that damned machine of his!
"One day I'm gonna beat the hell out of him!" Jamie stood up
abruptly and tersely excusing himself, left the table, leaving
everyone, including his wife and daughter, to stare after him.
"Well, we certainly are a high spirited family!" Ike quipped,
loudly. He looked after his brother-in-law, surmising many of the
latter's thoughts. "I know he hates my guts ..." he thought,
"after all, I married his sister and I fucked his mother. That's
enough to get any man down!" He was inwardly very pleased about
Jamie's discomfort, however, because he knew that his brother-in-
law had always felt superior to him ... in fact all of Tricia's
family thought that she was too good for him ... and now it was
beginning to get pretty clear that ... as a family, the
Livingston's left something to be desired!
His ears still burned from the names Carrie had called him,
right after that little scene with Jamie. After Jamie ran out of
the room, she had turned on him ... blaming him for everything
... for putting the wrong video tape on the machine ... she had
actually accused him of substituting the tape of them fucking in
her bedroom for the one of the family volley ball game! That woman
had to be crazy! He smiled at her now, but even as he smiled, he
felt a resentment for her welling up inside him. If she thought
she could just use him like that and toss him off with a lot of
dirty words, she was very wrong! She was the one who had started
the whole thing by letting him finger her cunt on the back porch,
and he really couldn't be blamed for taking her up on it. His
manly pride was badly damaged, and this beautiful older woman was
the cause of it. AND HE DIDN'T INTEND TO LET HER GET AWAY WITH
IT!
He felt his wife Tricia stir beside him. She had clapped her
napkin to her face, and trying to stifle her sobs, she too asked
to be excused. She had asked Ike to take her back to New York
right away ... but he had refused. He wanted to stick around
Livingston's to get a few things straightened out! Besides, he
felt Tricia couldn't have any really good reason for leaving
anyway. She seemed to have been having a good enough time paling
around with her "dear old daddy" during the last few days. She
could just wait until he was ready to go now ... after she had
managed to drag him up to the stupid reunion in the first place!
"Excuse me, every-body ..." Tricia said. She just couldn't
sit there any longer. Now that she knew that she and Ike were
going to be spending another week there, she was so upset that she
could hardly keep back her tears. She hurried away from the table
at which she had steadfastly refused to look at either her father,
or at Susan. She just couldn't believe that her life had been
utterly and completely ruined! That in one afternoon she could
have done something so completely irreversible that she would
never, ever get over it!
She ran as soon as she left the house, stumbling frequently
as she made her way to the cabin she and Ike shared. She couldn't
look her father in the face ... and Susan! Well, she didn't know
quite how, but she thought that Susan was responsible for
everything that had happened. All those drinks they'd had ... and
Susan looking at her like that when she was lying on the grass ...
talking about her breasts ... "Oh, God!" Susan gasped. "What kind
of a pervert am I?" If she hadn't given in to the other woman ...
her father never would have come and caught them in that horrid
lewd position! He never would have been tempted to do what he did
to her naked body!
Tricia finally reached the cabin, which in season was
normally occupied by Livingston's paying guests. She threw open
the door and ran in, and fell sobbing upon the bed. Deep in her
belly the heat still dwelled, the panties she had put on a short
while ago were already drenched. Her lovely white thighs felt hot
and she was covered with perspiration. Her delicate hair-fringed
vagina felt sensitive and exposed even though she was fully
dressed. She felt swollen and stretched down there where her
father's giant penis had entered her, filling her totally. How
could it have felt so hard and yet so gentle at the same time?
"OH DADDY!" she gasped in despair, cradling her head in her
arms. "DADDY!"
* * *
Back at the house, Carrie took the last spoonful of diet
gelatin that she usually had for dessert. She was disappointed
that the apple pie she had made for lunch was largely ignored by
the family. But she was grateful for the fact that at least she
was going to get another chance at being a good mother and a good
mother-in-law ... not to mention grandmother! She silently
resolved to do everything possible to create a healthy atmosphere
for her family. Things were bound to be a little strained for a
while, she thought ... but she had confidence that she could get
them back on the right track.
Meanwhile she decided to leave the remaining members of the
family at the table and retire to her bedroom. She needed a good
stiff cocktail after the ordeal of lunch!
Nancy looked after her grandmother as she left the table.
Even though she was only 10 years old, she was beginning to feel
like a hundred! Her little brain was chocked full of information
... most of which nobody knew but her. Life had become far more
interesting than she had ever thought possible. At the table now,
were her mother, her grandfather, and Uncle Ike. And Nancy was
curious to see just who would excuse themselves next! She was
very amused by her father's actions ... in fact, she found she
liked him much better now that he was no longer so nasty and self-
assured. Her little trick of the day before had certainly been
worth it!
She had had Uncle Ike teach her everything about his video
tape machine, and knowing that he'd made a tape of himself and
grandma making love, she'd substituted it for the family volley
ball game, after suggesting that her father, Uncle Ike and Grandma
watch it. WHAT FUN! She herself had watched everything from the
window. She was sorry that her father had gotten so upset ... but
HOW COULD SHE HAVE KNOWN THAT HE WOULD ACTUALLY MAKE LOVE WITH HIS
OWN MOTHER?! It had been quite a sight alright ... what with
Uncle Ike's thing in Grandma's mouth and Daddy poking her from the
back! Her own baby sex organs had responded to the lewd sight and
she had found herself envying her grandmother ... not only for the
obvious pleasure she was enjoying, but for the POWER she seemed to
have over the men in her life!
She too longed to have this kind of power, and already she
could feel the stirrings of womanhood in her blood. She knew the
women in her family bloomed early ... and the beginnings of
breasts were already forming on her smoothly youthful chest.
There were a few thin red curls of pubic fuzz starting on the
puffy little mound between her thighs ... but most of all ...
mentally, she was definitely READY! From the moment she had
discovered the strange things that went on between the men and
women in her family, she had become determined to make herself a
part of the fun! What was fascinating was the big fuss everybody
made over the things they did ... there were always tears and
anger and shouting out loud ... and Nancy didn't think that most
of it was necessary.
When her big moment came, she felt that she would be able to
handle it with a minimum of problems ... at least she hoped so ...
because she had already decided upon the person she admired most
in the family... The person who would know the most and be able to
show her everything. GRANDPA! Already her little brain was
whirring away, trying to figure out how to accomplish her goal.
Her eyes were bright and alert as she observed her grandfather ...
down at the other end of the table. His face was slightly
flushed, she noticed as he downed his third or fourth drink. He
hadn't spoken a word to anyone at the table and
* * *
It was already starting to get dark when John left his study.
He had been drinking steadily ever since lunch that afternoon, and
now, he felt none too steady on his feet. He was holding his
grand-daughter, Nancy's, note in his hands, looking it over one
more time with a puzzled expression on his face.
"I wonder why she wants me to meet her over at the old
cabins?" The old cabins were no longer in use, but were still
standing and in fairly good shape on a distant part of the
extensive grounds of "Livingstons." They were replaced by the
more modern buildings when John and Carrie had the entire place
redone.
John carried his glass along with him as he wandered slowly
over the sloping hills of his property. He was feeling pretty
good now. Several drinks and the prospect of some kind of decent
relationship with his daughter after all, even though he had
fucked her half silly yesterday, had made him more optimistic than
he had been earlier. The steady tinkling of the ice in his glass
had a soothing effect, and the obvious affluence of his resort
brought back to him the fact that he was a highly successful
selfmade man, no matter what his family problems!
He let his mind turn to his little granddaughter and as the
small wooden cabins came into view, he finally decided that the
little girl probably needed someone to talk to. No doubt she had
noticed that the members of her family were acting rather
strangely ... poor kid was probably a little upset. He resolved
to reassure her ... after all it was mostly his fault ... but from
now on ... things would be different around "Livingstons" if he
had anything to say about it!"
In this mood of confidence, John entered the first cabin.
All was darkness inside, and after calling his granddaughter's
name several times, he realized that she wasn't there. He left
the building, and entered the next cabin and then the next,
beginning to wonder if Nancy was playing a practical joke on him.
He was getting a little nervous. In the sixth and last cabin, he
downed the last of his potent drink and placed the glass on a low
table that he could just barely make out in the semi-darkness.
"Nancy ... Nancy ... are you in here???" Why was he getting
so nervous, he wondered ... it was almost as if he expected to
find his daughter, Tricia there. His own little girl who was now
a grown woman ... would she ever get over what he'd done to her???
"Here I am, Gramps!"
Nancy's small voice came to him out of the shadows, and he
jumped at its sound. He turned rapidly toward it and peered into
the near darkness ... finally making out a form on the bed.
"NANCY!" he said loudly ... "What are you doing here? What
is it you want ... Come on out of here ... you know there is no
electricity!"
"I just wanted to talk to you Gramps ... I'm here on the
bed..."
John stumbled over a chair, almost falling in his inebriated
state, and then reached the bed where his granddaughter lay. He
sat down heavily beside her, reaching into his pocket for a
handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"WELL?" he was beginning to get angry. "Here I am! What do
you want to talk about!"
It was eerie. Nancy began to chat with him about all sorts
of things. All in a baby soft voice that seemed to pierce his
heart with poignancy. His mind began to wander as she talked and
he recalled how Tricia had sounded when as a child she would seek
him out and talk to him for hours about her problems. God how he
missed those days! Now his grandchild was talking to him in the
same way ... and he felt like crying because of the bitter sweet
sensation it caused to well up inside him.
He really wasn't listening very closely to what she was
saying ... the sound of her voice seemed almost more important
than what she was saying. He couldn't even see her very well, but
from time to time her eyes seemed to gleam, and he could feel her
small body shifting and squirming around on the bed. "You must
have had lots of experience with women ..."
For the first time, John was hearing every word. WHAT WAS
THE CHILD TALKING ABOUT?
"I bet you had lots of girlfriends ..."
John gulped. The tiny figure stirred beside him. She was
still lying down. He wished she would sit up.
"I wish you would sit up, sweetie ... and I don't understand
what it is you're getting at ... I mean why all this talk of my
girlfriends ... do you have some kind of problem?"
"Yes ..." There was a long pause. "I thought maybe you could
tell me a few things ... like how it will be when I have a
boyfriend. I mean ... what we'll do!"
John jumped back a little as though he were afraid of her.
He could smell the fresh little girl scent of her there beside
him, and he felt goose pimples forming on his skin at her bold
words.
"Oh Gramps!" Nancy suddenly cried out, lifting herself up and
throwing her arms around him, her long red braids flopping behind
her. "You've got to teach me ... tell me ... I've just got to know
everything!" Her lips pressed hurriedly on his in a frantic kiss.
"Oh Gramps ... please ... I'm so ready ... the things I've
seen!!"
John tried to disentangle himself from his little
granddaughter, the harder he pulled on her, the tighter she clung
... her arms firmly clasped about his neck.
"SEEN??? WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN?" he managed to blurt out ...
worried for a second that somehow Nancy might know about what he
had done with her mother, his own daughter. But logically, he
knew it was impossible for her to have seen them ... they had been
miles away from the house ... but what had she seen then?
Nancy continued to plant kisses about her grandfather's face.
She pushed herself as close to him as possible, nudging her tiny
breasts against his chest.
"Uh ... nothing ..." she replied ... "Uh ... I mean the
animals ... on the farm down the road ..." After all she didn't
want to tell her grandfather all that she had witnessed between
Grandma and her daddy, and Uncle Ike!
"Don't be silly ..." John felt a very odd sensation in his
groin ... In spite of himself, he realized that he wasn't pushing
young Nancy's tightly clinging body away from him with as much
muscle as he could. He suddenly felt drunker than he thought he
was, as though something chemical were happening inside him that
he was powerless to prevent.
Nancy only increased the pressure of her body against his as
she pushed the softness of her mouth against his ... parting her
lips a little as she had seen her grandmother do. Her mouth felt
on fire ... and even though she had never kissed like this before,
she was confident that she was giving a pretty good imitation of
the real thing. With a rush of pleasure, she realized that her
reluctant grandfather was responding to her. In his mouth she
could taste the whiskey he had drunk, but it only added to her
excitement. A new power was surging through her as she became
more and more certain of her grandfather's reaction to her bold
advances. She could feel him pressing back, their bodies melting
slowly but surely into each other as they began to fall back onto
the bed together.
Nancy could hear her grandfather making a kind of whimpering
noise deep in his throat, and knowing that that was a sign of his
arousal, she felt a mounting pride within her that she, as young
as she was, and without big titties or anything could make such a
thing!
Even so, she was just a tiny bit frightened about what she
hoped would happen. Would she be able to stand it ... would her
grandfather's hard, virile penis that she could already feel
rising and poking against her, ever fit into her tight virgin
little pussy?
"No ... Nancy, no ... this is ... I can't ..." John's thick
cock was bulging at his trousers. Little Nancy beside him, was
wearing a short mini-skirt, and her legs were winding about his
with a compulsiveness that started panic rising inside him. His
dazed mind boggled at the seriousness of this little girl's
intentions, and all he could really concentrate on was his
daughter ... how his daughter Tricia had been at the same age ...
Yes, that odd dream he had had about her once when she had been
just Nancy's age ... He felt as though he was reliving it! All
this had happened once before, but it had been a dream ... perhaps
... this too was a dream! He felt his rampant cock jerking
crazily, the bulbous head growing thick and full with the pulsing
blood ... his testicles full and heavy with excitedly building
sperm! He moaned as his large rough hand moved steadily up along
the baby-like smoothness of his granddaughter's naked young leg.
"Oh!" Nancy cried out "Oh Grandpop!" His exploring fingers
felt alive with a fire of their own ... Nancy's smooth young skin
seemed to burn the tips as he drew nearer and nearer the sacred
area of the little 10 year old's baby cunt.
"God ... it's good!" he thought ... "IT'S TOO GOOD TO PASS
UP!" In a few moments ... seconds ... he would be touching her
little pussy ... working his middle finger in there ... feeling
it hot and moist on his teasingly cupping palm!
"OH JESUS!" he moaned "Don't make me do it baby!" But the
words had little to do with anything now ... he had no intention
of stopping ... He couldn't have stopped then, even if he had
wanted to! He pulled her toward him a little with his other hand
and suddenly he was there! SHE WASN'T WEARING ANY PANTIES! The
small puffy lips of Nancy's little pussy were hot and almost
hairless ... the thin, already pulsating little slit smooth like a
baby's, and John gasped at the feel of it, his cock hard as a
hammer, the blood racing wildly in his veins. His granddaughter's
tongue mingled with the copious juices in his mouth.
"Please ... please ..." she murmured directly into his mouth,
her legs moving about over his, her belly rubbing slowly in a
tormenting motion against his groin.
He felt like his cock was ready to thrust right up through
his pants, to get to the moist little crevice that began to slip
and slide wetly beneath his fingers. It was all terribly wrong
... but he could not help himself. He kept thinking of Tricia
and that dream ... and then the stark reality that he had actually
fucked his own grown daughter ... and in the confusion, he let his
fingers tease into the seeping, trembling pit of Nancy's almost
hairless little pussy.
Nancy began to moan as fingers grew more and more insisting,
plying the sweet soft flesh back and forth, starting an unbearably
pleasurable sensation that was every bit as wonderful as Nancy had
suspected it would be.
Her grandfather's finger wormed into her tiny virginal pussy
and she could feel ripples of moisture and pleasure emanating from
between her legs. Her whole being felt drawn to this wonderful
center and she felt open and warm. Tentatively at first, and then
more and more, she began to tilt her hips upward ever so slightly,
making her grandfather's finger push still deeper into her tightly
virginal cunt. The full length of his index finger covered the
top to bottom of the tenderly throbbing slit, and it moved down
and down between her slightly spread thighs until it touched at
the small vertical mouth of her naked little pussy.
"Oh! That's nice ... that's soo nice!" Nancy moaned, urging
him on, when she thought that her grandfather was about to stop.
He was breathing heavily into her now, chest heaving against her
small breasts. He turned inward toward her, and she could feel
the bulbous head of his enormous cock pressing and jerking against
her naked thigh through the rough material of his pants.
"Can ... can I hold it, Gramps?" she whispered, finally,
realizing that if she didn't ask he might never take it out.
The words made his already swollen cock leap to even greater
proportions. His finger was worming forward into the never before
touched lips of the slowly writhing little girl's pussy. He
thought for a split second that he might cum then and there.
Sweat was pouring from him and he could feel his work shirt
sticking to his back. She was wriggling her body still harder
against him. With a groan, he reached down and pulled at the
zipper of his fly, feeling her catch her breath as she realized
what he was doing. As his hardened cock bounced out from his fly,
it struck against the naked skin of Nancy's smoothly firm upper
thigh. She automatically jerked backwards at its hot rubbery
touch.
Her hand slipped down, and John found himself moving to
assist her. Covering her small hand with his, he guided her
unerringly to his excitedly pulsing rod. There was an instant
when he felt her pulling back, but it was too late for him to let
her stop now. She wanted to touch it, and by God, she was going
to!!
"OH!" she cried out, "Oh Gramps ... it's ... it's so big ...
I mean it's much bigger than I thought!" Awesome terror raced
through her ten year old body and mind as she realized that her
grandfather's heavy rod that at that moment twitched lewdly and
hugely in her palm, was much larger than either of the two male
penises that she had already seen ... her father's and Uncle
Ike's! It had never occurred to her that there would be so many
different sizes ... and the whole concept of it floored her. Not
to mention the fact that she knew that it would never ... never
fit inside her! And, she had so hoped that it would!
John was hardly listening to his suddenly fearfully cringing
young granddaughter as she began to protest. With one hand, he
maintained her small fist about his veiny cock, with the other he
continued the delightful exploration of the hotly quivering little
pussy between her naked thighs. He worked up harder and higher
into the tightly clenched little opening, moaning a little bit
from time to time as it felt especially good to his proding
finger. Little by little Nancy forgot her worry as the wickedly
exciting sensations began to grow stronger in the depths of her
hairless little cuntal opening. A seeping warmth was spreading
from her womb to all her body. She began to cry out with delight
as the advancing finger finally reached her cervix, and John began
to tickle at the cushiony surface at the far end of his little
granddaughter's baby tight pussy.
"OH, GOD ..." he moaned, over and over, "OH, GOD!" He moved
his finger frantically back and forth, feeling her hand tighten
its grip about his raging cock. The wet folds of her burning
little pussy engulfed his thick finger hungrily as her body molded
to his. She was pressing her grandfather's desire-hardened cock
beyond endurance, and John could feel the heavy load of thick male
sperm building insistently up inside his swollen testicles.
"OH, Nancy ... my own little Nancy John began to croon her
name, wondering in a fit of desperation if he would actually
attempt to do to her virginal young cunt what his body was
demanding of him.
"Sooo young ..." he murmured into her sweetly clinging mouth
... "you're so young!" His middle finger searched upward inside
her ... if only he could though ... if only he could really fuck
her!
just the thought made him feel crazy. With his thumb he
flicked at the throbbing point of her clitoris without stopping
the deep thrusting into her now gratefully gyrating-cunt. She was
right, he thought ... she really was ready! He heard a soft moan
and then a harsh womanly growl came from her throat. "Oh God ..."
if I were only fucking up inside her now!" he thought, as warmly
accepting walls of Nancy's awakened little pussy began to contract
hotly around his middle finger.
"Yes ... honey ... OH YES!" he yelled at her, "do it ... do
it ... CUM FOR GRAMPS!" He fingerfucked his finger as high up into
her sweetly climaxing cunt as hard and fast as he could. At the
same time he pushed his rockhard prick fiercely through her
clasping fingers, moving close in to her so that it touched
against the smooth naked flesh of her soffly trembling belly.
"AAAAAH!" he growled, and his words mingled with her cries of
her orgasm.
"OOOOOOOOOH YES, OH GRAMPS OH IT'S HEAVEN IT'S HEAVEN! I
love it ... oh, I LOVE YOU GRAMPS I ... "
"CHRIST!" John was cumming too. His big cock, unable to
stand any more, started spurting against her smooth, whitely
jerking belly. Wave after wave of his thick white semen gushed
outward and raced over her naked flesh. His body ground
spasmodically into hers, his finger still fucking up inside her,
thrusting, tickling, increasing the powerful orgasm he knew she
was experiencing. The delicate pink ridges of her orgasmically
seeping young vagina moved and contracted wildly as she continued
to cum deliciously around his fingering digit. She clung dizzfly
to him, overwhelmed by what was happening ... never having dreamed
she could feel such a strong sensation, even though she had
secretly witnessed her grandmother's extreme climaxes on more than
one occasion.
It was better than anything she could have imagined, and she
whimpered with emotion, crying out her pleasure, tears streaming
down her pale cheeks. The cabin bed creaked beneath their
gyrating bodies, until finally they were still. John's heavy
breathing filled the small room. The sheets and covers were
soaking wet beneath them, and Nancy's short dress was hopelessly
wrinkled. Nancy shuddered against her grandfather and then
twisted her body a little to the side. His finger was still
imbedded deep within her tingling pussy, and the change of angle
set off another short, quick little orgasm inside her. Her hand
closed again around the wet semi-hard prick that had just
inundated her belly with its heated jism, and her thighs began to
quiver, her cervix once more hungrily extracting pleasure from her
stunned grandfather.
"OOOOH OOOOOOOOH AGAIN AGAIN GRAMPS!" she crooned
desperately, "AGAIN!"
Chapter 11
Tricia walked slowly in the direction she had seen her father
take some time ago. She had been waiting for him to retum, having
decided that she had to talk to him about what had happened
between tbem. She had to somehow try to explain why he had caught
her doing such an evil thing with Susan ... for she believed this
to be the primary cause of his actions with her.
"It really is all my fault!" she told herself once more as
she headed toward the deserted cabins. She felt oddly calm now
though ... originally she had been ready to leave her husband Ike
... to return home to live ... but now, she knew that no matter
how awful Ike was, she had to give her marriage another chance.
Hadn't her body made it perfectly clear to her that the things she
felt for her father, weren't entirely normal? She had loved him
so well throughout her childhood, and loved him and looked up to
him as an adult. SHE HAD LOVED HIM A BIT TOO WELL! She had to
tell him this now ... to tell him that it wasn't his fault. She
had seen his suffering face at lunch, and she longed to sooth the
pain she had read there.
"Daddy ..." she called softly... "Daddy ...!"
"Where could he have gone to ... ?" she wondered aloud. She
didn't see any reason why he would be down by the old cabins
anyway ... and suddenly a fear took hold of her ... Supposing he
was going to do something foolish ... like ... Her mind hardly
dared to form the thought of suicide, but remembering how she
herself had felt after the incredible carnal experience with her
father, she knew that it wasn't too far fetched a thought! Panic
stricken, she ran to the old grey buildings, barging into the
first one, screaming her father's name.
"OH GOD, DADDY ... PLEASE, WHERE ARE YOU?" Not finding him
there, she ran from cabin to cabin until she reached the last one.
By that time, she was convinced that she would find him there ...
in a state near death ... it would be too late to save him ...
She imagined all sorts of terrible thoughts, and she was so afraid
of what she would find that she pushed the creaky old door open
very slowly, and entered silently, feeling the blood pounding hard
at her temples.
"Oh ... Gramps ... Gramps ... It's so good ... so goooood!
MORE! MORE! MORE!" Nancy's voice pleaded.
"HONEY NO ... I WON'T PLAY WITH YOUR PUSSY ANY MORE ... DON'T
MAKE ME!"
Tricia froze at the sound of her father's voice. There were
just no two ways to interpret what was going on, and Tricia's
first horrified reaction was a piercing scream.
"DADDDDY! NO! NO! NOT WITH LITTLE NANCY... NO!" and then
she was turning and stumbling blindly out of the cabin. She
hadn't seen them ... and yet there was a perfect image of their
obscene lewdness imprinted on her mind. She ran in an awkward
zig-zag, still mumbling out with pain and disbelief. If she had
been worried that her world was ruined before, now it was
completely beyond repair. She began to laugh hysterically as she
ran, recalling that she had once thought of her husband Ike as a
monster ... when in reality the monster was her own FATHER! It
was just too awful to take, and Tricia headed away from the big
house and the upgraded grounds of Livingston's, toward the thick
underbrush down by the creek. She didn't know why she was headed
there ... it was just a question of getting as far away from the
cabin as possible!
John, moments later, dashed from the cabin behind her,
leaving the satiated young Nancy sprawled on the bed. His big
cock bobbed lewdly in front of him as he ran after his daughter.
The opening of his fly gaped obscenely open, and his silver grey
hair was a disheveled mass about his head.
He caught up with her as she reached the creek. She was
pausing there momentarily, wondering where to go from there. She
just had to get somewhere where she could never be able to even
think of the things that were going on between the members of her
family! HER OWN FATHER ... WITH HIS OWN GRANDDAUGHTER, NANCY ...
A TEN YEAR OLD! AND YESTERDAY SHE HAD THOUGHT THE WORST HAD
ALREADY HAPPENED ...
"Let me go, Daddy ... LET ME GO!" she cried as he held her,
afraid she was about to jump in the fast moving waters of the
creek.
"YOU MONSTER!" she screamed, "YOU ABSOLUTE MONSTER! What did
you do to little Nancy??? Wasn't I enough for you? Wasn't it
enough to make love to your own daughter? You had to do it to
your granddaughter too?!!" Her hysterical voice rose to a high,
feverish pitch as she spat the words out directly into her
father's anguished face.
"What's the matter?" she continued. "WASN'T I GOOD ENOUGH
FOR YOU???" Her entire body trembled with rage as the words
tumbled from her lips.
"NO ... Tricia ... NO PLEASE ... OH HONEY ... YOU'VE GOT TO
UNDERSTAND IT WAS ALL A MISTAKE ... A BIG MISTAKE . . I . . I'VE
GOT TO EXPLAIN..!"
"What can you explain ... YOU PERVERT! JUST WHAT IS THERE TO
EXPLAIN?" Her body reached the highest point of tension, and
suddenly she broke, collapsing in tears against her father, her
tears and sobs resounding through the crisp twilight air around
them.
Automatically, John began to stroke his young daughter's hair
in a soothing motion. Just as he had soothed away her tears when
she was a child, the action came naturally now. But with each
stroke of his hand upon her long blonde hair he was attempting to
calm himself too.
"Don't cry baby ... don't cry ..." he muttered, all the
while wondering to himself how any of them could go on. The
person he loved dearest in the whole world, had received the most
pain from him ... yes, he thought to himself ... I love her even
more than Carrie ... It wasn't right but it was true. He had
always felt an extra something for his little girl ... a something
that only recently had gotten out of hand!
The two of them stood there like lost children, clinging to
each other, both of them sobbing, until the closeness of their
bodies brought out the hidden lust inside them. Afterward, Tricia
would not even recall who had started it ... whether it was her
or her father ... but suddenly she was kissing him and his hands
were running all over her body. Her brief cotton dress allowed
him to feel the soft voluptuousness of her breasts, her hips, her
thighs ... her knees felt weak as she leaned against him and her
mind went blank. There were no evil thoughts to contemplate after
all ... only the blissful absence of thought ... the wonderful
nearness to her father's big strong muscular body. She could
already feel the outline of his immense penis pressing against her
... and in spite of everything ... no matter what ... she wanted
him jerking and spurting up inside her again! The taste of his
mouth on hers was familiar and marvellous, sending chills of
desire racing down to the explosion point between her legs.
John's heart thudded hard in his chest, and in a lightening
flash he seemed to still see young Nancy back at the cabin ...
seemed to feel her tiny, greedily clinging pussy beneath his
fingers. His naked cock rose precipitously against Tricia's
stomach, and he could sense that her whole being was in readiness
for him. What had happened before had been an accident... when he
had stumbled upon her in the grass out by the lake and had seen
her playing nakedly with his daughter-in-law, Susan, something had
snapped inside him ... if anyone had asked him, never in a million
years would be have dreamed he would do such a thing to his own
daughter! Yet, here they were today ... caught in each other's
arms, so hungry for each other that they could hardly wait!
"Darling ... let's sit down here ... come on ... sit down
here with me!" he said softly. He helped to lower her trembling
form to the ground, and they sat side by side on the soft earth
that was still warm from the autumnal sun. John's arm brought her
close to him and his lips found that her willing mouth had the
color as well as the taste of fresh crushed strawberries.
They were sitting very close and Tricia felt completely
mesmerized by her father's hypnotically comforting proximity. In
a daze, she began to shake her head no, but the action seemed to
have no connection to what was happening. Her face became a mask
of uncontrallable longing ... as, her father's hotly searching
hands slipped into the thin fabric of her dress, cupping her large
white breats inside the half-bra she wore, and slowly beginning to
massage them into an excitedly quivering hardness.
"Tricia's breasts ..." he thought to himself
"I'm holding my own little baby, Tricia's breasts!"
He could recall when she didn't have any, when she was only a
tiny baby, nestling in his arms. And now, his big hands could
hardly encompass the firm, white mounds. With his thumb and
forefinger be fumbled for the tips, taking the softly throbbing
nipples and rolling them with slow deliberation.
"Oh, Dadddy ... daaaady!" Tricia moaned. She could feel
herself melting at her father's intimate touches. The golden
curling triangle of sparsely growing pubic hair between her legs
was moist with longing for the man who had spawned her. There was
a dull ache in her loins that she wanted desperately to eradicate.
There was really only one way to do this, she knew, and that was
to suck her father's prick deep up inside her hungering stomach
and satisfy the intense need she felt.
As if sensing what his young married daughter wanted, John
placed his hand on her leg, high up at her thigh. The material of
her flimsy cotton dress fell back from her legs, and be slipped
his hand upward, making light, teasing contact with the thin leg
band of elastic of Tricia's sheer pink panties. He could feel
thin, teasing tendrils of silken pubic hair curling out from
underneath the edges.
"Ah ... Tricia ... baby" John sighed, letting his tongue slip
deep into her mouth. Tricia groaned as her father teased his
fingers about on the outer little cuntal lips between her legs,
pushing and sliding the thin, almost non-existent material into
the narrow slit of her trembling vagina. He was surprised as she
moaned softly and lay limply back upon the grass with the legs
slightly spread, and he lay back with her, a new shaft of desire
piercing him at the thought of his audacity. HE WAS ACTUALLY
TOUCHING HER CUNT NOW! He felt with certainty that he was
realizing the fulfillment of many years of suppressed dreams about
his daughter as be played with her teasingly at first. Then his
index finger slipped suddenly beneath the thin protective crotch
band of her panties and he flicked at the moisture of her exposed
cuntal lips where they pulsed softly beneath the thin, wet
material.
"OH GOD, DADDDY! Your finger feels soooo goooood!" Tricia
cried. She felt so open and vulnerable down there ... so SENSUAL!
John tenderly hooked his fingers into the waistband. of his
daughter's panties, pulling them slowly down over her smoothly
rounded hips. She lifted her buttocks up the tiniest bit to help
him get them off. Then he moved down a little and peered greedily
up his daughter's dress and between her slightly parted thighs.
It was growing dark rapidly, but be could clearly see the soft
blonde triangle of pubic hair that fringed her moistly glistening
pussy. A surge of pride went through him, at the thought that
this beautiful young married woman was indeed his own daughter and
the illogical thought occurred to him, that this was the way it
ought to be ... better him ... than that no good husband of hers
... that bastard ... Ike!
Tricia, too, was thinking of her husband, and her thoughts
were similar to her father's ... HADN'T SHE LONGED FOR HER
FATHER'S GENTLENESS WHEN IKE MADE LOVE TO HER? WHEN IKE MADE HER
CRY BECAUSE OF HIS INSENSITIVE DEMANDS, HADN'T SHE ALWAYS WANTED
TO HAVE HER FATHER HOLD HER IN HIS ARMS AND SOOTHE AWAY HER TEARS?
When Ike made her do those horrid things and pose in those lewd
positions in front of his video tape machine, didn't she somehow
manage to get through it by visualizing her dear Daddy's face, by
pretending she was once more living at home ... far away from her
husband of 2 years ... far away from his insatiable sex
appetites???
She could feel her father's gaze upon her openly exposed
vagina, but instead of feeling ashamed, as she might have had it
been Ike, she felt surprisingly calm, as though she had finally
reconciled herself to the necessity of what was happening.
John's eyes feasted lewdly upon the tight, thinly bearded
little hole nestled teasingly up between his daughter's legs. He
felt shamelessly aroused as she lay before him in helpless
submission. His rock-hard cock stuck straight out before him, as
he knelt on all fours before the wonder of Tricia's exposure.
"Lift up!" he suddenly said. His tone of voice was low and
demanding. After only a second's hesitation, Tricia obeyed,
lifting her back up slightly. John pushed her dress up over the
whiteness of her stomach and let his band slip beneath the naked
half-moons of his daughter's softly rounded buttocks. They were
moist and cool from contact with the damp ground. He bent his
face in close between her long exquisitely tapered thighs, letting
the female perfume of her body exhilarate him. At that moment he
felt ageless, and time seemed to stand still, as though be were
created solely to inhale the personal fragrances of his daughter,
Tricia. Fascinated, he leaned further still, and flicked out his
tongue, letting it wetly tease the tight hair-lined slit of her
now nakedly trembling pussy. His tongue ran over the tiny bits of
smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic hairs that
surrounded them, and Tricia groaned and arched herself up to meet
his tentative probings. Her father's thumbs spread the soft hair-
fringed lips between the luscious thighs, and his pointed tongue
after being re-moisted, probed hotly back into her widespread
pussy.
Tricia felt him kneeling up further between her legs, forcing
them still wider apart as he continued the lascivious stroking,
deftly worming his tongue up and down within the confines of her
secret cuntal split, pausing at the tip of her clitoris to
titillate it by making small circles against the moist bare flesh.
The forbidden nature of his caress only served to increase
Tricia's desire, and in spite of herself, she felt the tingling
touches of her father's tongue begin a raging conflagration inside
her. The wonderful combination of smoothness and roughness of his
tongue spread through her excitedly palpitating pussy creating a
devastating reaction within her. She was alarmed at the extent of
her passion, and momentarily pushed her hips downward, feeling the
moist earth pressing against her bare buttocks. But it was
useless for her to try to escape the insistent licking of her
father's tongue. He followed her squirming hips wherever she
moved, and soon low guttural moans began to rise in her throat.
John's eyes bulged out from the strain of his enjoyable task,
as he tried to take in as much of his daughter with his eyes as he
was with his mouth!
"Oh, God," he thought, "She's getting hot now!"
And it was true, Tricia's moans of excitement were rapidly
changing, her body had begun a steady writhing that John
recognized as the more serious signs of arousal. The soft gentle
stroking of his tongue was bringing an evil pleasure to Tricia's
body. She felt control slipping away from her ... her body and
her mind were no longer her own! She felt herself sinking fast,
as though she were drowning in the deep pit of her own emotions
... and as she sank, her mind reached out in desperation for
something that would save her.
WHAT IF SOMEONE SHOULD COME ALONG AND FIND THEM LIKE THIS???
WHAT IF IKE SHOULD COME AND SEE HER ENJOYING THIS DEPRAVED SUCKING
OF HER NAKED CUNT BY HER OWN FATHER?
But even this frightening thought could not stop the searing
waves of pleasure that began to innundate her hungrily writhing
loins, and her vagina throbbed hotly as the teasing wet tonguing
of her clitoris continued! It felt wonderful! She couldn't deny
it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, squirming her hips upward to
meet her father's demanding mouth down between her openly spread
thighs.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she cried, as he began to suck harder and
harder. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Suddenly his hands left the softness of her buttocks and he
reached up for her breasts, without his hotly swirling tongue once
leaving the heated crevice of her wetly grinding pussy. As his
fingers twisted at her nipples, and his teeth gently nibbled at
the erect little penis of her clitoris, Tricia thought she would
go insane!
"OH DADDY ... IT'S FANTASTIC IT'SSSSSSS OH DADDY!!!" she
wailed. The obscene attentions being paid to her breasts and her
passion flooded cunt made her beyond caring about anything ... she
felt completely lost and hopelessly aroused. It was too late for
any second thoughts ... too late for anything but this fabulous
forbidden feeling sweeping like wildfire out of control up between
her nakedly spread legs.
* * *
Nancy stood several feet away from her grandfather and her
aunt. Her face was pale and serious and almost expressionless,
despite the emotional impact of the unusual scene she was
watching.
She saw her grandfather lift his glistening wet face from
between Aunt Tricia's legs, and as he quickly took his granite
hard prick in his hands, Nancy saw that it was bigger than it had
been with her! Before him the small pink opening of Aunt Tricia's
seeping vagina was waiting, just waiting for the entry of her
fathet's prick!
"HE'S REALLY GOING TO DO IT TO HER!" Nancy thought, jealousy
consuming her, "THEY'RE REALLY GOING TO DO IT!"
Her aunt Tricia cried out at the sudden loss of contact with
her yearning genitals, when John lifted his face up, and Nancy was
impressed by the extent of her excitement. "She really digs it,"
she thought. "She really wants it!"
As if in collaboration of little Nancy's thoughts, Tricia
suddenly moaned, "Please ... daddy ... OH please ... DO IT NOW!"
She couldn't wait any longer. Tricia had to quench the
terrible desire that had taken hold of her. She had to know the
physical release that only her father's huge, desire-hardened cock
could give her now!
"Yes, honey ... Yes, I'm gonna do it right NOW!" John
answered. "I'm gonna fuck you within an inch of your life!"
John gazed down once more at the luscious coral-hue of his
daughter's moist and open vagina. Trembling slightly, he pushed
his thick cock forward and began to ease the smooth rubbery head
of it into the velvety soft cuntal flesh.
"OOOOOooooooooh!" Tricia moaned, feeling the huge, pulsating
head spreading her petal like lips apart. Then the thick tip
surged upward, continuing in a slow constant act of penetration
until, after slowly widening the tight, hotly clinging channel, it
was finally buried completely up in her white quivering belly!
"Aah AH AH AHHHHHHHH!" Tricia was pushed up several inches by
the heavy entry, and she gritted her teeth as the almost
unbearably pleasurable sensation invaded her.
"GOLLY MOSES!" Nancy said to herself, her mouth gaping open
at the lewd sight. It looked like Grandma and Uncle Ike and her
father were not the only ones interested in doing it to each
other! Listening to the steady stream of ecstatic sounds that
began to pour forth from Aunt Tricia's lips, Nancy couldn't help
wondering WHY IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN HER!
She felt furious that Aunt Tricia had come and interrupted
her with Gramps ... just when she might have been able to get him
to do it to her too!
IT JUST WASN'T FAIR!
She could still feel the excitement in her own little pussy,
where her grandfather's finger had so recently churned, and now,
watching him in full action, she couldn't help but imagine to
herself how it would be if she were in Aunt Tricia's place.
She put her own hand down to the bare little hairless pussy
between her legs, and standing barefoot on the soft ground, hidden
by some Juniper bushes, she began to finger herself. When Tricia
rotated her hips up to meet her father's, she mimicked her by
rotating her own hips, imagining that her fingers were Gramps's
big wonderful prick inside her tiny vaginal passage!
John felt his rigid shaft being fantastically pressured by
Tricia's raging cunt. Again and again he shuffled into her on his
knees, forcing his giant cock so deep into her hungrily
contracting canal that Tricia howled from the contact. Her hot
streaming pussy seemed to swallow his big penis, to pump at it
lewdly as if trying to milk it dry!
Nancy watched, fascinated, her fingers still kneading at her
own pussy. She took in every motion of her grandfather's obscene
thrusting into Aunt Tricia, feeling distinctly troubled not only
by what she was seeing, but by what she was doing to herself.
John's slamming cock, from where she watched, appeared and
disappeared like a piston in an oil well. And each time he rammed
it into her, Tricia gave an excited grunt of total submission,
spreading her legs still wider, pulling them up and arching her
back upward so that he would enter her still deeper.
Visualizing herself, being fucked in such a heavenly fashion
but being tucked by her own father ... right there down by the
creek ... where so often she had played as a little girl, Tricia
could not help but feel the hideous irony of what she was doing!
But somehow this thought, only made her clutch all the harder at
her father's strong back GOD HE KNEW HOW TO FUCK HER! Unlike her
husband, Ike, John was fucking her masterfully, perfectly ... and
although it was just as hard as she could possibly take it, there
was an underlying gentleness in him ... a tenderness that she felt
that enabled her to give herself up to him completely! Yes, she
was giving him everything, and she was cumming CUMMING fast... .
while her father's big hard cock fucked in and out of her and he
labored with obvious delight over his darling daughter ... his
beautiful blonde angel who writhed in hopeless passion beneath
him!
Tricia's nerves had stretched to the breaking point. There
was nothing else to do but let them break! She felt the delicious
orgasm building deep inside her ravaged vagina. The big cock in
her seething cunt was starting up the explosion of hot pink and
orange sparks inside her.
"AAAAAAAAAH ... EEEEEeeeeeeeeee!!!" Her orgasm flooded her
system, bringing light wherever it went. She felt blinded by its
power, flattened against the earth by its power. She twisted her
body convulsively and groaned out wildly as it hit with full force
in the firey pit of her golden pussy.
"OH GOD, DADDY ... CUMMING ... I'M CUMMMMING!"
Gushing waves of fluid slipped forth from John's wildly
hammering cock as be joined his daughter in climax ... and even
though be was no longer a young man, John knew that he could go on
forever with his daughter ... taking her to higher and higher
planes of bliss.
"OH GOD, honey ..." he cried, "DO YOU WANT MORE HONEY ... DO
YOU WANT MORE??? LET ME DO IT TO YOU ALL THE TIME ... PROMISE
THAT YOU'LL LET ME DO IT TO YOU FOREVER!"
"But what about me ... ?" Nancy grunted between clenched
teeth, unheard by the climaxing father and daughter. She
furiously slid her finger up and down in her little virgin pussy,
forcing a solitary orgasm upon herself. "WHAT ABOUT ME?" she
thought in anguish.
Chapter 12
In Cabin Two
Susan finally decided to join her husband in the big double
bed in their cabin. She had stayed in the bathroom as long as
possible, trying to put off the moment when she would have to go
to bed. She had stayed in there examining her face and figure,
and also examining her conscience for signs of despair. She had
brushed her long red hair out, letting it fan over her shoulders
the way her Jamie used to like it ... but, she reminded herself
grimly in the mirror ... that was in the days when he used to
look at you!
He was acting so strangely recently, and now the trip to his
family for the reunion instead of helping as she had hoped, had
only made things worse between them ... much worse! Sometimes she
could hardly recognize the man she married in the tense features
and terse attitudes of the Livingston's elder child.
"He's making me feel like I'm dirt!" she thought. "Like I
don't exist! I just can't take any more of it! She adjusted her
nightgown so that more of the deep cleaveage of her golden tan
breasts would show. They rose and fell as she breathed heavily,
and the light dusting of freckles across the tops of the creamy
orbs seemed to expand and contract with each breath. She wore a
deep green nylon gown that brought out the sea-green color of her
eyes, and once more she told herself she looked beautiful. But
each day of telling herself this had gotten harder and harder, and
she fully blamed her husband for what she had been forced to do.
"Yes," she thought once more, "it was tantamount to being
forced into it. I've never even thought about anything shameful
like that before ... If I hadn't been so overwrought, I certainly
wouldn't have done it. And all those drinks I've been having ...
that's his fault too! This has got to stop! Tonight has got to
work!"
She realized that her forbidden embraces with Tricia the day
before had little to do with her real personality ... somehow the
drinks and the fact that Tricia was Jamie's sister had confused
her ... it was as though she was somehow getting closer to her
husband by being intimate with his sister! But why she wondered,
had Tricia responded? And then she remembered the confession that
her sister-in-law had made to her ... that her marriage to Ike
wasn't working out at all. Tricia, too, had been upset ... It was
not herself alone!
Susan felt the tears starting again and tried to stop them
before her mascara ran and she looked frightful. Everything had
to be just perfect if she wanted Jamie to make love to her
tonight! But the knowledge that she carried hidden inside her
about Tricia and her father was so horrible that she wondered what
they were all coming to! She was really sorry that Jamie had
decided to stay another week at Livingston's because she could
hardly look John Livingston in the face, much less Tricia! But
she clung to the thought that if she could make things right again
with her husband, then everything in the world might turn out
right again!
They would go back home and there would be no more arguments
in front of little Nancy ... no more screaming and yelling at each
other. They would do things together the way they used to ... go
to movies, or just stay home and watch the late show ... and best
of all she would once more know the wonderful feeling of being
wanted ... of being desired by her husband. Was that asking too
much?
She gave herself one last inspection, approved of what she
saw, and flicked out the bathroom light. She entered the small
cabin bedroom on tiptoe, almost holding her breath. Jamie lay in
bed, so still that at first, Susan thought her husband was asleep.
But she could see that his eyes were open and he was staring
straight up at the ceiling. A breath of fear flitted through her.
She didn't know why she was so afraid of him at times. There was
something very cold about the way he looked and acted that at
times reminded her of Nazi's in the movies. As a little girl she
had shivered in delight at their pale Germanic features. Perhaps,
she thought, that was what had first attracted her to Jamie ...
his straight blonde hair ... his deep strong voice and definite
ideas.
"God ... how I still love him!" she thought, momentarily
panic stricken to realize exactly how dependent she was upon him
for her happiness.
"Jamie?" she said quietly, walking toward the bed.
"Yes?" Jamie replied without looking at her, his lips barely
moving as he continued to stare up at the ceiling.
"What is it?"
Susan sat on the bed beside him. The low monotone of his
voice was far from comforting, and she faltered slightly.
"I ... I just wanted to talk to you ...
"What about?"
Susan gathered up all her courage and plunged in. "About
anything Jamie ... about anything at all!!! Do you realize that
we hardly ever talk any more ... we hardly ever do anything! I
thought it would be better once we came here ... but it's not ...
You've been acting so strange Jamie ... SO STRANGE ... I hardly
know you. It's like living with a complete stranger!"
"Oh, for God's sake!" Jamie said under his breath.
"JAMIE ... I JUST WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME ... JUST LOOK AT
ME!" Susan could hear the strident tone of her voice, and she
wished desperately that she had been able to maintain her calm
knowing that Jamie would not respond well to her yelling ... But
it was too late, and she could no longer control herself.
She was shaking as Jamie turned slowly, leveling his cool
blue eyes on her.
"WELL ..." he said deliberately ... "I'm looking ... what do
you want?"
Susan burst into tears and sat sobbing helplessly beside her
husband. "Oh, please ... Jamie ..." she cried, "OH, PLEASE DON'T!
DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"
* * *
In Cabin One
Ike sat brooding in the adjacent cabin. He was still fuming
over the words Carrie Livingston had said to him in the fever
pitch of her excitement.
"Overgrown oaf!" she'd said, "opportunist! Why I ever let you
marry Tricia in the first place I'll never know ... THIS IS ALL
YOUR FAULT!"
"That bitch!" Ike said out loud. She didn't care who I was
when I was fucking her silly! It was hardly his fault that she
dug men ... and apparently to such an extent that she didn't care
whether they were members of her own family or not! She was the
one who had practically thrown herself at him that night anyway
... and he couldn't be blamed for taking her up on it. What man
wouldn't. Even if she was his mother-in-law! He bet there
weren't any men who had a mother-in-law who looked and acted like
Carrie!
Even now through his anger, he had to admit, he still got a
hard on just thinking about her ... and some of the things she had
said to him in bed ... not to mention what she'd done! But setting
all that aside, Ike was still determined to get his revenge for
what she'd said. He'd gone long enough pretending he didn't care
that the Livingston family looked down on him. He knew they all
thought they were God's favorites ... and he had never been
totally accepted by any of them. Even his wife, Tricia, was
always talking about her daddy this and daddy that! Always
comparing him to John Livingston in an unfavorable light! He'd
get even with her too for all that ... and by the time he was
finished, he'd have every one of the Livingstons eating out of his
hand!
"Where is Tricia anyway?!" he suddenly wondered, looking at
his watch. It was 8:00 P.M. and he couldn't imagine what she was
doing alone all this time! With a sudden inspiration, he decided
to set up his video tape machine. Whenever she got back, he
intended to record her homecoming ... and his greeting!
* * *
Back In Cabin Two
Jamie lay completely still, listening to the pitiful sound of
his wife's tears.
"God, how did I get myself into this?" he asked himself as
she continued to sob next to him on the bed. He couldn't let her
go on like that ... no matter how he felt.
"Look ... Susan ... Listen, stop crying will you? It's just
that I've been under some ... unusual pressures recently. You
know I still love you ... you know that, do I have to say it all
the time!"
Susan flung herself onto him, collapsing in grateful tears
that slid down her cheeks and ran down his neck under the collar
of his pajamas. He squirmed uncomfortably beneath her weight,
nevertheless feeling a pleasant warmth from the pressure of her
breasts on his chest.
"If you only knew just what kind of pressures!" he said to
himself ... not thinking of his unsuccessful attempts to get ahead
in the ad business ... but of the tantalizing wiggling of his
mother's buttocks in the shortly cut hot pants she had worn the
day before ... the same wonderful buttocks that he had hated and
admired all his life ... the same ones that he had slammed against
with his cum-filled balls as his long cock surged into her tender
open pussy! Just the thought rekindled the sparks of desire that
he had been struggling so hard to keep dormant. He felt his cock
give a lunge beneath the covers, and simultaneously Jamie felt
Susan's entire body respond to it. She mistakenly thought that
his excitement was a response to her embrace.
"Ob, Darling ... darling ..." she breathed into his ear,
wriggling on top of him. Her wavy red hair covered his face, and
Jamie took a deep breath of her perfume. Unlike his mother's it
was soft and light.
"OK," he said, simply rolling her to the side and pulling
back the covers.
"Get undressed," he commanded.
Susan shivered and sat up. Even though her husband's tone
was far from romantic, she was convinced that once they started to
make love it would change. And the necessities of her body left
her little room for quibbling. She started to pull down the
straps of her nightgown, slowly bringing into view the lovely
mountains of flesh that her husband had once enjoyed so much. Her
tears had stopped, but her face was still glistening wet, and her
eyes sparkled with a combination of hope and desire as she watched
Jamie matter of factly remove his pajamas.
His lean hard body thrilled her the way it always had. He
looked as young and lithe as he had when she had first married him
over ten years ago.
He came closer as she wriggled free from the rest of her
gown. Her trim hips and small waist seemed made for loving as she
shyly twisted slightly away from his frank gaze. The flaming
bright red of her pussy hair had once fascinated him, and Susan
thought of this now as she felt Jamie's eyes staring at the thin
triangle of the hair-covered mound between her thighs.
"Jamie!" she said as he leaned over her. Modestly she
averted her eyes from the looming heavy penis that approached her
face. But shivers of excitement were making her start to tremble
as she realized the extent of her husband's arousal. She couldn't
help thinking about how this enormous instrument would feel
grinding around deep deep up inside her hungry vagina. She
squeezed her thighs together a little as she thought of it, and
felt a strong current of pleasure in the sensitive pit of her
belly. She started to lie down, but Jamie stopped her, placing his
hands on her naked shoulders.
"No..." Susan said suddenly. "No!"
Jamie breathed in quickly, from the sudden excitement her
refusal had caused in him. She knew what he wanted her to do.
She had never liked it, he recalled ... and that was just why be
wanted her more than ever to do it ... especially now ... it would
be more satisfying than anything and less work!
"Don't you want to suck it?" he said, moving his hands up to
her head, where he held her in place so that his thick swollen
cock was directly in front of her face. In fact it bobbed down
and struck her nose, making her wince with embarrassment.
"I ... I thought!" she stammered
"Yes ... but later!" Jamie said. "Come on ... open your
mouth!" he said tensely. Then seeing that she had no intention of
doing so, he reached down and with his fingers, forced her mouth
open, and tauntingly stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin of
his prick back and forth over the engorged head, he pushed it
between her lips.
"NNNNNmmngh!"
"OH COME ON!" he said impatiently, as Susan tried to clamp
her month as closed as possible even though the head of his cock
was pressing inside it. "Susan!" he threatened, "YOU SUCK MY COCK
AND YOU SUCK IT GOOD! I'M IN NO MOOD FOR THIS SHIT!"
Tearfully, Susan opened her mouth wider and before she knew
it, the thick bulbous tip was sinking beyond her lips, sliding far
back into her throat and plugging up her whole mouth until she
thought she was going to choke on it.
Horrified, she realized that Jamie wasn't even thinking about
her.
Jamie began an obscene rocking motion, his huge penis
expanding thickly inside Susan's widely ovaled mouth. His loins
tensed and jerked into her straining face until the full length of
it sank all the way in. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with
each hard thrust he made until only a little bit of it remained
showing, lewd and purplish from between her lips.
Susan almost gagged on the enormous instrument, it seemed so
unjust, so unfair that she should be subjected to treatment like
this ... WHAT HAD SHE REALLY DONE TO DESERVE IT?
"SUCK ... SUCK!" he repeated, shouting down at the top of her
head. Obediently, not knowing what else to do under the
circumstances, Susan began to suck a little harder on her
husband's huge invading member. She realized with pain that he
probably only wanted to do this because it meant be didn't have to
have any real contact with her. She was just a means of
satisfying his needs ... a tool and nothing more!
Jamie tossed his head back as Susan's tongue executed a nerve
tingling lick on the in stroke of his cock. The head of his prick
throbbed and jerked inside the dark warm cavern of her mouth, and
Jamie hissed with pleasure. He watched, fascinated as his wife's
head bobbed up and down below him as she struggled with the
massive cock in her mouth. Below, her breasts swung and danced in
a lewd rhythm which he could see when he turned a certain way. It
presented a lust-inciting picture to his mind as be imagined what
it would look like were someone watching them.
"Suck harder bitch!" he cried out, cruelly clasping her head
in his hands and pulling her face in to him so that his prick was
forced back still further into her unwillingly sucking mouth.
He'd like to do this to his mother, he thought, suddenly ...
like to plug up that sarcastic, smiling mouth of hers once and for
all ... stuff his big cock into it ... God, he'd shove it all the
way down to her navel! He'd pump his sperm down into her belly
over and over until she burst!
"Come on ..." he grunted to Susan's head. "COME ON!" She was
slaving away at his prick and he could see her body beginning to
glisten from the tiny drops of perspiration forming all over her
skin. He thought the pressure building in his balls would shatter
them completely. GOD IT FELT GOOD! He knew he was going to cum
soon ... what a feeling ... having Susan treat him to a blow job!
And a good one too, in spite of the fact that she didn't want to
do it!
It was like torture knowing that any second he was going to
shoot off a thick load of sperm far into the back of her mouth!
Once more, his thoughts turned involuntarily to his mother. For a
moment it was her mouth receiving the full blunt blows of his
inflated cock. Her mouth and lips gasping, sucking and licking
away at his plunging cock!
Suddenly his cock went wild with a crazy quick jerking motion
that started a flood of white hot sperm streaming into his young
wife's involuntarily working mouth. Rapidly she tried to swallow,
gulping the liquid down as fast as she could to keep from choking.
Susan felt like she was going to be sick but she tried to put
everything in motion inside her that would prevent this happening.
Wave after wave of sperm filled her cheeks, and she couldn't
believe that it was all coming from Jamie.
"Oh, God," she thought, whimpering like a wounded calf.
"Will it never end??"
"Don't stop now... keep it up ... keep sucking!" Jamie
commanded, tangling his fingers tightly in her long red hair,
ramming his cock convulsively farther and farther down her
beautifully smooth throat. Then with an earth shattering moan he
felt the last drops of his spurting cum emptying into her open
lips, and he slumped forward over her head with a low gurgle of
relief.
Bit by bit, his satiated cock deflated in Susan's mouth.
With a sigh, he slowly withdrew the still tingling member.
It dangled loosely and wetly in front of him as he moved away
from his wife and fell exhausted on the bed.
Susan turned to look at him, her eyes still registering shock
at what had just happened.
"Thanks, honey ..." he said. "You sucked it good."
Chapter 13
In Cabin Number One
The faint whirring of the machine in the background did
little to help Tricia's state of mind. She had hoped that Ike
would be sleeping when she returned to the cabin from her long
interlude with her father. Her light cotton dress was torn and
ripped and her hair a mess ... and she knew that she looked like
she had been doing just what she had been doing! She had hoped to
be able to sneak into the bathroom and to clean herself up before
being seen by anyone.
But Ike had been waiting for her ... waiting a long time too
to judge by his anger ... and now, she was paying for it. The
bright flood lights hurt her eyes, even though she was turned away
from them, and she was aware of the fact that her naked behind was
probably smudged with dirt from being ground unmercifully down
into the soft earth by her father's powerful body fucking into
her. She trembled with guilt and a horrible fear that Ike would
somehow guess what had happened. If only this whole thing could
be over quickly and she could get away from his piercing stare ...
his yelling! But as a child she had been taught to be an obedient
little girl, and even now with this demanding husband, she
instinctively obeyed, cowering at his every command. Just as she
had once obeyed her mother ... and especially her father,
(although the latter had seldom raised his voice to her) ... she
tried her best to carry out all of Ike's wishes ... even when she
thought them to be ugly abnormal requests. This time was no
exception, and Tricia knelt naked on all fours on the bed as Ike
had ordered her to do. She cringed backwards. "NO! Ike ... NO
..." The video tape ground on, recording her every move ... a
sound device that Ike had added taking in her every sound.
"What's the matter?" Ike said "looks like you've been up to
something in the woods to me ... got nothing left for your old
man, eh?"
Tricia shivered at the words ... she had just left the arms
of her real old man ... her father!
From her lewd position on the bed, terror struck deep in her
heart. No matter how horrible Ike had been to her as a husband
and there was no excuse for her incestuous acts. There was really
nothing sufficient enough to explain what she had done. She
wondered fleetingly if there would ever be an end to her troubles
now that she had committed such a vile sin!
Ike was on the bed now... pawing at her already abused body
... treating her roughly as though to punish her for her actions.
His touch was ugly, uncaring ... decidedly hostile ... and
although his hands hurt ... she thought ... he's right ... he's
right to treat me like this ... I DESERVE IT!
Her life with Ike had been bad enough before ... but now
after her experiences with her father, Tricia knew it would get
worse and worse unless she could do something to change
everything. She was worried that she was in need of psychiatric
care ... why else would she have done those incestuous things ...
why else would she now be doing what Ike told her to do! She
really did feel insane there kneeling up on the bed. All she
could think of was her terrible hatred for Ike ... how she would
like to KILL him if she only had the courage!
Impervious to his wife's thoughts, Ike peered curiously down
at her white, wide-spread buttocks, making sure that they were
properly placed for the video camera. What had she been doing ...
he wondered ... she certainly was acting guilty enough so that his
suspicions were aroused ... apart from the way she looked when she
came in the door! But he couldn't imagine prim little Tricia with
another man ... and besides he knew there weren't any other men
around apart from her brother and her father!
"What have you been up to?" he asked, looking back over his
shoulder to check out the camera image. There on the screen
behind him he saw himself naked kneeling behind Tricia's smoothly
upturned ass-cheeks. Her blonde hair hung down into her face,
covering it completely as she held herself up on her elbows, back
arching and rounded breasts swinging forward.
"You been fingering yourself out in the woods?" he leered
lewdly.
Tricia only sobbed in reply, and Ike continued, warming to
his task. "Well, spread those legs wider! Let's see how worked
up you are!"
His large thick cock bulged out ominously in her direction,
as leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the soft
yielding cheeks much farther than they would ordinarily spread.
He heard Tricia moan in protest, and smiled to himself.
"You Livingstons think you're real hot shit!" he said,
leaning forward toward the small brown opening of Tricia's tiny
puckered anus. Suddenly his tongue flicked forward and he licked
teasingly at the surface between the softness of her widely held
ass cheeks.
"OOooh!" Tricia shuddered at the awful wet feeling along her
narrow trembling crevice. It felt cold and disgusting. It seemed
so obscene that he should do such a thing to her and take pictures
of it too, that Tricia started to cry. She felt utterly at Ike's
mercy, knowing that he would not hesitate to force her into any
weird, degrading position that might strike his fancy.
"YOU'RE HORRIBLE ... JUST HORRIBLE!" she cried out. But the
words could just as easily have been directed to herself, she
thought. She had not only been unfaithful to her husband ... but
she had accepted as her lover, her OWN FATHER!
Ike's tongue flicked teasingly again into the open crevice of
her behind, sending chills running through her, making her feel
more ashamed and embarrassed than she had ever been. He had never
done this to her ... never forced her into such a lewd,
humiliating position and she began to wonder just what he had in
mind!
"Spread your knees wider!" he ordered, glancing sideways
without removing his tongue so that he could see them on the video
screen. The lewd image of his wife's nakedly upturned buttocks on
the small screen stimulated him all the more, and he withdrew his
tongue slowly and peered at the brown, puckered little opening
with amusement.
Tricia's long, trim legs were spread so far apart that they
hurt. She sobbed as quietly as she could knowing that the sound
of her crying usually infuriated Ike all the more. Suddenly she
felt a sharp pain in her rectum and she realized dully that Ike
was trying to put his finger into her back there. His finger was
thick and it scraped at the tender opening of her rectum. She
tried to wiggle away from the pain as it began to turn in the deep
rubbery channel, moving steadily forward until she could feel the
palm of his hand flat against her asscheeks and then pulling back
out with tiny jerky motions.
"NNNNNNNNNNGH!" she cried out. The pain was awful ... but
what was worse was the awful idea of what he was doing to her.
"Please, Ike ... don't!"
"Never mind all that ..." Ike replied, forcing another finger
into the entrance of her widely stretching rectum, and worming it
in along side the other.
"NOoooooooo NONONO!" Tricia tried hard to straighten out her
knees so that her behind would no longer be in such a vulnerable
position, but Ike pulled her back up, smacking her buttocks
against the protruding rod of his cock, while keeping his fingers
sunk deep up inside her rear passage. Tricia was forced to
maintain her humiliating kneeling position, and her smooth creamy
buttocks remained as wide spread as before.
"For this little movie, Tricia baby ... we're gonna try
something new ... something I've wanted to do to you for a long
time!"
"You and a few others ... your mother among them!" he
thought. Yes, what a joy it would be to have Carrie Livingston
right here in this position, her backside an open book just
waiting to be read.
"Now open up that tight little ass of yours... It may hurt at
first ... but it's good for you ... little pain never hurt
anybody ... especially a Livingston!"
Tricia's face grew red. She felt that her husband could see
right through her ... that he knew just what horrible things she
had done ... how she had twisted and turned and begged for more!
Tears ran down her face and some of her long blonde hair clung to
her wet cheeks.
"Say you want it!" Ike growled.
"Say what?"
"SAY YOU WANT IT UP THE ASS!" His fingers rammed forward
causing her such pain that she screamed loudly.
"OH IKE ... NOOOOOO I CAN'T, I CAN'T!"
"YES ... oh yes ... you can!" Ike answered, leered backward
at the video screen as he slowly, torturously, pulled his finger
out of her puckered rectum until it suddenly slipped free at the
end with a small, lewd popping sound.
"I ... I ..." she stammered, confused by the sudden relief
she felt in her anal passage. Ike's hard hot belly pressed up
against the smooth fleshy whiteness of her buttocks and he shoved
his swollen cock hard up into the softly yielding crevice between
them.
"YOU WHAT ... SAY IT, BITCH!"
"Fuck me up the ass ... Yes ... Ike do it ... fuck me there
... I deserve it ... yes, you're right ... oh for God's sake be
quick about it ... get it over with!"
"That's better ..." Ike said softly, placing the hardened tip
of his prick against the opening of her rectum.
He pressed in a little, and felt her cringe. She whimpered
softly and then let out a piercing shriek as he unexpectedly
rammed forward. Simultaneously, he slipped one hand below into
the warm hair-fringed lips of her pussy, wriggling his middle
flnger into her still sperm moistened slit from her father a short
time ago.
"Hey ... YOU'RE WET ... YOUR PUSSY IS WET!" You dig it, eh
... admit it ... come on!"
Ike pressed forward again ... this time his prick entered
just a little bit into the unused, dark confines of her rectum.
"NO NO NO NO NO NO NEVER!"
Ike began to rock and push against her, ignoring her cries of
pain ... pulling her helplessly stretching anal passage back to
him until eventually the shaft of his long thick cock was entered
half way up inside the tight elasticity of the tightly clenched
channel. Then Tricia could feel the hard pressure of her
husband's body pressing down on her with enormous strength,
pushing her naked back and buttocks down so that she was lying
flat on the bed. He rammed down and imbedded his thick rock-like
cock all the way into the hilt in the soft expanding opening of
her asshole.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!" she grunted in pain, beginning a
hopeless thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt the remotest
resemblance to a human being as her husband's lewd anal rape
continued. It felt as though she were being split in two and that
her insides had been torn irreparably by his cruel entry.
Suddenly she recalled Susan having told her that Jamie had taken
her this way once ... Jamie her own brother ... she never would
have guessed him capable of such an act ... and all at once her
mind sent out a mental prayer for all womankind ...
"OH GOD ... YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she screamed into the sheets.
She fought in demented desperation for minutes longer against
the brutal impact of the hotly driving pole imbedded up inside her
and then without warning, her strength suddenly failed her and she
collapsed in a limp mass beneath his tense body. She felt utterly
trapped ... pinned to the bed by his impaling member!
Ike's mouth breathed horribly close to her ear, wet and hot.
"Like it honey...?" he cooed, "LIKE IT?"
A wave of total disgust flooded her insides and she fought
against the sense of doom that she felt. Somehow ... she had no
idea how ... she had to withstand this ugliness ... she had to
get through it!
Ike's resounding laughter as he began a sawing motion into
her burning anus made her think that he had really gone mad. She
had always thought of him as being eccentric ... but now, she knew
he had gone beyond that. He began to shower words of mockery and
insult down upon her, and Tricia could not imagine that he had
held such horrible anger against her inside him for so long.
SOMETHING MUST HAVE HAPPENED TO MAKE HIM BEHAVE LIKE THIS!
But whatever had happened, the knowledge that Ike was not
himself did nothing to alleviate that throbbing stabbing pain in
her bowels ... The only thing to do was to get it over with as
fast as possible!
Perhaps if she pleased him ... if she went along with him,
making him think she liked it ... ! With all the courage and
strength she could muster, she strained as though she were farting
and tightened her anal muscles around his long thick member. She
felt him groan in response, and his hard cock grew harder still,
and his hands suddenly clasped her large white breasts. His cock
throbbed harder, and he hesitated a moment, as though he couldn't
believe that she was actually responding to him. He flexed his
penis deep up inside her, and felt her respond with an answering
tightening of her rectal muscles.
With a sudden glee, he jerked her up, back onto her knees,
and without releasing her dancing breasts on her chest below,
began to fuck into her with a wicked jubilance. To his
astonisbment, she began to move her buttocks, undulating them in
small circles, responding to his lascivious sodomy as though she
really enjoyed it. She even went so far as to moan with pleasure
the next time his thick pounding rod ground down into her.
Ike watched mystified as his prim little wife suddenly became
wild like a whore. He couldn't believe it! But he certainly
wasn't going to knock it. IT FELT TOO DAMNED GOOD!
Tricia's long blonde hair flowed out before her over the
crumpled bed sheet, and periodically it would flail from side to
side as she turned her head from one side to the other. A strange
thing began to happen to her in the midst of her prayers that her
revulsion and humiliation would not show through her act ... and
that was that she actually did begin to feel some pleasure!
She didn't really believe it when it started, but strangely
in the midst of her torment, when she realized that she was
fooling him ... she felt a tingle of masochistic excitement. She
began to enjoy the feeling of his lust driven cock in her backside
as she thrust and squirmed back to meet it. It was somehow easier
to accept the pain of her obscene impalement when she had some
measure of control over it. Nevertheless it still hurt but Tricia
found that the pain began to add to the excitement she was
beginning to feel.
Behind her, the impassioned gurgles of her husband were
picked up by the microphone of the video tape, and on the screen
the waving whiteness of her backside showed clearly as he thrust
deeper and deeper into her. When Ike looked next at the screen he
could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue
flicking out almost in time to the long smooth strokes he was
making into her. The full length of his plunging rod expanded her
rectum with stronger and stronger lunges. It was fantastic ... "I
never knew she had it in her!" he thought. This was a performance
he would have expected from Carrie Livingston, Tricia's mother ...
but not from his darling young wife! He too grew more excited than
he had expected. Much of his anger was lost when he saw how much
she was actually enjoying it! To his surprise, she began to mouth
obscenities to him, echoing the words he had spoken to her.
"Yes ... fuck it ... fuck my ass ... Oh, Ike ... do it hard
... hurt me ... HURT ME!" As she writhed in mindless masochistic
delight beneath him, feeling his hugeness stretching and growing
inside her expanded rectum. She knew that it wouldn't be long now
... in seconds he would shoot his hotly building sperm high into
her burning anus. She longed for the end to come, and yet some
wanton streak inside her made her want it to continue.
"Oh, GOD!" she wailed, "OOOOOOH GOD!" Behind her, Ike had
spread the quivering cheeks of her ass wider apart and with
bulging eyes watched the full length of his pistoning prick split
into the twin loaves with miraculous ease. Ike felt he would
burst into her ... that the rubbery hot walls of his wife's tiny,
hotly clasping rectum would squeeze in upon his stiffening cock
until it had to explode. He increased the vigor of his strokes
until he was ramming so hard, she skidded up toward the head of
the bed. Tricia's chin and breasts scraped against the sheets
with each forward stroke, and her entire body was buffeted forward
like a big, overgrown rag doll.
"Oh CUM ... DARLING... CUM!" she shouted back at him, feeling
his sweat pouring over her. There came a strangled groan from
behind her and she felt Ike's cock give an extra throb. She lay
kneeling in front of him now like a slave ... waiting for the
moment when her master would deign to favour her with his bursting
sperm. Excitement pulsed through her like the crackling
electricity just before it happened. Then his great cock gave one
last tremendous thrust and it burst apart at the seams, hot sperm
emptying into her in wave after wave, flooding her rectum, racing
upward into the warmly contracting depths of her bowels.
Tricia gasped out with relief as Ike howled out his pleasure
behind her. She felt an enormous thrill, even though she could
feel the hot sticky fluid coursing inside her, and the searing
liquid made her anal walls burn almost unbearably. Yet, her
humiliation was complete ... in some measure she had paid for her
sins ... she was a whore, or worse than that ... and she had
received a fitting payment for her actions. Yes, she decided ...
she felt better!
The sound of Ike's cock slipping from her tightly contracting
rectum was picked up on the mike. It was a slight wet, sucking
noise, and as soon as it was over, Tricia's white moon-like
buttock cheeks trembled closed and she rolled away from her
husband as he fell away to the other side, collapsing in lewd
satiation beside her.
"What a triumph!" he thought ... "to get Tricia to respond
like that ... What a lay!" He had almost forgotten his promise to
himself about the Livingstons ... Almost ... but not quite.
"Can you go again, sweetie ...?" he asked deliberately.
Chapter 14
In Cabin Number Three
Young Nancy sat dejectedly in her cabin, working out the
pieces of a difficult jig-saw puzzle. When they were in the city
it was her favorite past time to do the hardest ones she could
find. This one was all red, and she had brought it along to the
country for just such an emergency. She found when she was
particularly upset about something that working on the monotone
pieces of a puzzle would help her get her thoughts together.
There was a lot to think about too, since she had been with Gramps
down at the old cabins, and afterward witnessed him naked with
Aunt Tricia! Two days had elapsed and she hadn't seen anything of
Gramps since then! He had gone off on what he told everyone was a
fishing trip, but which Nancy suspected was just an attempt to get
away from her! She fumed with jealousy over Aunt Tricia ... If
only she could have gotten him to feel that way about her! She
would have to think of something to do about that when he returned
the following day ... There wasn't much time ... it was already
Wednesday and they were all due to go home on Sunday evening.
She would have to work fast if she wanted to accomplish her
goal by Sunday!
She tried to put everything that had happened together in her
head in much the same way she was working the puzzle ... and
suddenly she hit upon something that she thought could be of use
to her.
When she had returned to her cabin after watching Tricia and
Gramps the other night, she'd paused outside her parents cabin as
she usually did to see if they were up to anything interesting.
She was just in time to witness her father's ejaculation into her
mother's wide stretched mouth. Afterward she had seen her mother
crying as her daddy fell asleep. Her mother had lain on the floor
sobbing before moving her hands down between her legs to assuage
her own desires ... much as Nancy herself had done in the woods!
It didn't take much for Nancy to figure out that her mother was in
a similar position. She wanted to be made love to! And Nancy
knew why her daddy didn't feel like it ... he was too busy
thinking about fucking Grandma!
She remembered how she was to blame for that ... having
rigged Uncle Ike's video to see what would happen.
"Uncle Ike!" she exclaimed out loud.
She fitted the last piece in her puzzle together, and said,
"THAT'S IT! HE OUGHT TO DO IT!"
* * *
John kissed Carrie lightly on the cheek. He had just
returned from his sportfishing trip and be felt even worse than
when he'd left. He avoided his wife's eyes, and she didn't press
the issue. Both of them had a lot to hide ... Carrie had been
having a hard time not making suggestive remarks to Jamie and
although nothing had happened as yet, she was hoping something
would. She was so busy with these thoughts that she paid little
attention to the fact that Tricia was acting strangely ...
Everyone was a little strange anyway, and she trusted John enough
not to imagine that anything had happened between them. But what
about herself? SHE COULDN'T EVEN TRUST HERSELF!
She had asked her son Jamie to meet her that very afternoon
in her private sitting room, to "settle everything" ... and she
was hoping that she could get rid of John so he wouldn't find out.
"You're back earlier than I thought," she said. It was early
afternoon, and she was still wearing her lounging robe. She was
having trouble sleeping at nights, and consequently slept later
and later each morning to compensate for it. Her blonde hair was
pinned up in a becoming upsweep, and her silk robe clung to her,
emphasizing all the right lines of her body.
"Yeah ... no fun fishing alone!" he mumbled in reply.
"Besides they're all full of mercury anyway ... can't eat 'em!"
John was aware of the public broadcasts stating that most
fish were safe to eat, but that some of the larger ones weren't.
That just made him not trust any of them. If the big ones weren't
safe, why should he take chances on eating the little ones?
"What's the world coming to?" Carrie said. They were sitting
in the big livingroom, and Carrie looked out the window over the
rolling hills that made up the grounds of "Livingstons."
"Well, at least we've got a little bit of land of our own,
John ... If we can just take care of it the right way ... use
natural fertilizers, even serve our own organic food without any
chemical sprays on it ... We'll make out OK ..." Carrie was
looking toward the future ... if she could just persuade Jamie to
give up that awful advertising job of his in New York and to come
back home where he belonged ... they would have the best resort in
the country ... and the best place to live too! She was planning
to talk to him about this very thing that afternoon ... and her
talk with John was serving as a practice session.
"Yeah ... but we can't educate the whole world, Carrie," John
replied. He was tired. Everything looked bleak to him. If he
couldn't control his own family situation, his own demanding
sexual appetites ... how could he hope to influence anyone else?
"How's it been while I've been gone?" he asked.
"Quiet," Carrie answered. "Too quiet if you ask me. John
... I think this whole idea of a reunion was a big mistake ... we
should have just had each couple up here separately ... no one's
getting along and.. ."
"Well obviously it was a mistake!" John growled. "But you're
the one who made them all stay the last week instead of leaving
when they wanted to! Now we'll just have to get through the next
few days as best we can ... won't we?"
Carrie was silent. She hadn't meant to arouse her husband's
anger, and now it was to her advantage to remain silent. What was
he planning on doing that afternoon, she wondered!
As if in answer to her thoughts, John suddenly rose and
declared, "I'm going down to the bar. Those workmen are going to
be here next week and I want to get it all set for them. Get
Bonnie to make me some sandwiches ... think I'll spend most of the
day down there."
"Oh, that's a good idea, honey!" Carrie said. They were
planning to have a big discotheque the next season, and there was
much to be done to the large building that presently served as
primarily a bar and dining room. "Bonnie's not coming until the
week-end ... but I'll make them for you myself, darling!" Carrie
said, starting out toward the kitchen. She had told the young
girl who often worked as their maid to come that week-end only,
when she was planning several sumptuous meals. Meanwhile, the
family could manage on their own.
She prepared two hearty roastbeef sandwiches on rye bread for
her husband ... humming as she worked. She added mayonnaise,
pickle and onions and wrapped them up in saran-wrap. She was sure
that Jamie would see things her way this time ...and then she
would have him back ... forever!
* * *
A few hours later, Carrie sat propped up on her chaise longue
with big expensively embroidered pillows behind her. She was
secure in the knowledge that she would be alone with her son long
enough at least to convince him that she needed him at home more
than he was needed in New York.
When he entered her sitting room, Jamie once more felt
himself getting annoyed, just by looking around at the way his
mother had decorated. He hated her pretensions to glamour, and
the large airy room reeked of it!
"Jamie!" she said, reaching her arms out toward him as she
had seen so many movie heroines do before her! "Darling ... come
in ... sit down!"
"Hello mother ..." Jamie said. He carefully took the seat
across from his mother, rather than the one directly next to the
chaise.
"What am I doing here anyway?" he asked himself.
Before him on the low cocktail table were placed the makings
for his favorite kind of martinis. A full bottle of Beefeater's
Gin gleamed in the afternoon light, and the mixing pitcher stood
ready.
Carrie leaned forward and began to prepare them. As she did,
the slightly elasticized neckline of her pheasant blouse expanded
enough so that it was clear to her son that she was not wearing a
bra. He found himself bridling and sitting back stiffly in his
seat.
Would he never get used to her? His mind reached back to all
the times when as a boy, his mother had shocked him ... fascinated
him ... taunted him with her strange attitudes, so much unlike
other mothers.
Carrie handed him the frosty drink she'd prepared, and
noticing her son's reaction, sat back demurely so that her breasts
would not show.
"Oh, Jamie ..." she began breathlessly. "I'm so glad you
agreed to have this little chat ..."
"Oh, Christ!" Jamie thought.
"Darling ... I'll get right to the point. I know you like
that ..." Carrie was trying to use all her feminine intuition to
win her son over. "I want to make you a proposition. I think
we've all been under considerable strain recently ... and I'd like
to offer you my thoughts on at least one of the reasons why ..."
Jamie knocked back the first martini. He maintained a
neutral expression and purposefully said nothing, waiting for her
to continue speaking. Meanwhile he looked her over carefully.
Why did he have to be the one stuck with a mother like her ... why
couldn't he have had just a simple little old lady in a rocking
chair? She was still beautiful, he thought ... more beautiful than
ever if anything! He was plunged into despair by her continuing
youth. An ageless quality surrounded her that made him suspect
that she was something kin to a witch.
He poured himself another stiff martini and cursed under his
breath when he realized what his mother was getting at.
"And we need you ..." she was saying. "This place is much
too big for just the two of us to handle ... and you know you
can't trust anyone who works for you ... its got to be someone in
the family! You don't look happy, Jamie ... I know you're not
happy living there in New York ... It's dog eat dog all the way
... why you ever chose the advertising business I'll never know
... and it's hurting Susan and poor little Nancy ... Jamie, you've
got to think of your family." She took a dainty sip of her
martini and continued, her pearly lips glistening with the
alcoholic liquid. "Now you and I both know that the only reason
we had that little ... uh, occurrence ... the other day ... was
because we're not really ourselves ... We've got to get ourselves
together Jamie ... and this is the way to do it. You can have
your own house ... John and I won't interfere with your family in
any way ... but Jamie ... for heavens sake come back to
"Livingston's!"
"Fuck off, Mom!" Jamie glared angrily at his mother.
Carrie sat up abruptly. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO YOUR MOTHER
LIKE THAT!" Carrie exclaimed, the tendons of her neck standing out
from the strain.
"Don't tell me you've never heard the word, 'fuck' before!"
Jamie continued. His brain was whirring, he'd downed those drinks
too fast. He'd intended to keep cool, and now it was too late ...
they were smack in the midst of a lulu of a fight!
Carrie jumped from her chaise and landed a resounding smack
on Jamie's cheek. Jamie responded by grabbing hold of her hand
and holding it so hard that Carrie began to shake.
"You bitch!" he yelled, stepping around the table and
grabbing her by the arms. "You have the nerve to sit there like
some prim little school girl and pretend that nothing much really
happened between us ... Well damn it, let me remind you ... that
you were fucked by your little baby boy ... That's right, Mom ...
Not content with your own daughter's husband, you added me to your
list!" Jamie was livid, his face had turned a deep scarlet and
his eyes were mere slits of passion.
"And let me remind you my dear ..." Carrie said levelly,
staring up into her son's angry face. "That you crawled up and ...
as you so lewdly put it, fucked me from behind. I didn't ask you
to after all!"
"SAME ASS!" Jamie yelled, pulling her closer to him.
"YOU SCREWING THAT CREEP IKE RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME ...
AND THAT OBSCENE TAPE OF YOU TWO RIGHT THERE ON THE TV SCREEN!
WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M MADE OF!"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!" Carrie said defiantly, even
though Jamie's fingers were hurting her arms ... holding her so
tightly she could feel the blood circulation being cut off. "I'M
YOUR MOTHER REMEMBER?"
"You ...!" Jamie's words were stopped by his mother's lips.
Almost without thinking she kissed the taut lips that were about
to curse her.
While it was happening, Jamie knew that he had lost again.
His mother was too strong for him, and he was weak ... much too
weak!
* * *
John got thirsty and decided to go up to the house and get a
beer to have with his sandwiches. He was pleased to have been
able to spend the day alone, even though he knew that the various
members of his family were about somewhere. He had spied Ike down
by the swimming pool with Tricia and had steered clear of them.
He had already messed with his daughter's life quite enough ...
and besides, he just couldn't stand the sight of her with her
husband. It was much too painful.
He was just hoping that he could coast on in without further
incidents until Sunday when they would all be gone.
The big house was quiet when he entered the kitchen. He was
sweating from the effort of moving tables and chairs about in the
bar, and cold can of Bud tasted just right to him. He stood in
the bright sunny kitchen, gulping down the cold liquid. For the
first time in several days, he was beginning to feel in control of
himself. It felt good to be wearing his old overalls again, and
he realized that he was really most comfortable wearing work
clothes. He decided that he wouldn't wear anything else for the
duration of his families stay, no matter what Carrie said. She
could dress however she wanted, but he was going to stick with his
plain old clothes. The frosty can made his hand cool, and John
looked down at it. It was a strong, working man's hand ... a good
hand, he thought.
In this calm frame of mind, John decided to pay his wife a
visit. He was sorry that he hadn't been more friendly to her
earlier in the day and wanted to apologize.
He walked down the hall and turned right in the direction of
the new wing he had had built especially for Carrie. Before he
got there he heard the noises. But he told himself that he had to
be imagining it. It didn't seem possible that such sounds would
be coming from Carrie's sitting room!
"OOOh Honey ... honey ... OH Jamie!"
When John heard his son's name, he knew instantly that he was
not imagining things ... and he knew just what was going on in
there.
He cautiously opened the door just a few inches and peered
in. The shades had been pulled and the room was dimly lit.
"Thought to pull the shades, but not to lock the door!" John
muttered to himself, casting his eyes about the sitting room.
There was no one there.
"OOOOOOOOoooooooooh!!"
The familiar sound of his wife's voice was coming from the
bedroom, and John gravitated toward it. He didn't know what he
was going to do once he got there ... but by God, he knew he was
going to do something!
"NNNNNNNNNGH!" Carrie grunted and ground her hotly flaring
pussy upward to meet her son's madly plunging cock ... letting it
strike wondrously against the spongy surface of her cervix, high,
high inside her tight, hungrily milking pussy. The swollen
pulsating head filled her streaming cunt creating wet rhythmic
sluicing sounds that filled the whole room. Above them their
mirror image echoed their passion, showing in minute detail each
incestuous caress.
"Oh kiss me, darling ... kiss me! Oh, my own baby boy ... my
own little love ... I love you, MOMMY LOVES YOU SO MUCH!"
John had a good view of his grown son's thrusting buttocks
... his heavy balls hung down and swung into Carrie's widespread
crotch with each powerful blow. He could also see Carrie's tight
pink cunt clasping hard around Jamie's cock. With each blow it
would sink in with smooth resistance, making him grunt loudly.
"MOMMA MOMMA!" he cried out ... "OH GOD MOMMA YOUR SWEET CUNT
... OH GOD!"
John thought at first that he would kill him ... kill his own
son! HOW COULD HE TOLERATE WHAT WAS GOING ON? IT WAS HORRIBLE!
And the idea that his wife would betray him to such an extent was
even more than he could bear. He stood watching, transfixed by
the lewd sight before him, frozen by his mixed emotions ... every
muscle in his body tensed with anguish. The couple on the bed
continued their wild gyrations, completely oblivious to anything
else in the luxurious room but themselves. The silk coverlet of
the round bed was crushed and stained beyond repair, and there
were various articles of apparel strewn around the room on the
thick white rug.
Jamie kneeled up, holding his mother's long beautiful legs
out straight as though he were handling a wheelbarrow. His thick
cock plunged in to the hilt, and thudded against the farthest end
of her open, voraciously willing pussy.
"OH DON'T YOU SEE HONEY ... THIS IS WHAT I WANT WHAT I NEED
... WE BOTH NEED IT! UUUUUUUUBNNGH!" Carrie's eyes rolled back up
into her head as she was transported to the heights of ecstasy by
her son's pounding rock-hard young cock. Her legs trembled from
being held in such an unnatural position, but the hair-fringed
center down between her thighs was receiving so much pleasure that
it didn't natter. Nothing mattered but getting more and more of
her son's thick cock inside her wantonly contracting pussy!
Jamie turned his mother over, so that she was on her side.
He felt the wonderful large swellings of her breasts, full and
taut, smashed against his chest. Her mouth was on his, her hair
in his eyes. Her entire body was a part of him ... an extension
the scent of her ... the soft feel of her ... the highly aroused,
almost unbelievably divine cunt that sucked like a starving mouth
upon his prick!
"Christ," he thought ... "she's right ... This has been what
I've been waiting all this time for!"
"OH YES, JAMIE ... SHE SAID INTO HIS MOUTH ... GIVE IN TO IT
... GIVE IN ... LOVE IT ... FEEL IT ... IT'S GOOD!"
Jamie lifted his mother's leg over his hip so that she was
straddling his loins from above, and skewered his pusling rod high
up inside her moistly working vaginal slit. He was reminded of
her voice when she would try to get him to eat something when he
was a boy ... it was much the same, really ... only this time he
was enjoying doing as he was told, enjoying turning his mother
into a whimpering mass of passion!
"OH MOMMA!"
John was moving toward them, the same odd expression on his
face. There was only one thing for him to do ... only one thing
that would let him save face ... that would make the situation
tolerable. He couldn't blame Carrie ... not when he himself had
broken his promise to her!
His heavy thick veined cock stuck out through the unbuttoned
opening of his work-pants, and he moved forward as though he were
walking underwater, slow enough so that he might be discovered and
stopped, if only either his wife or his son would notice him.
But neither one opened an eye, and in a few moments John was
contemplating his wife's long hollowing back and silken buttocks
as they twisted and turned with each long upward lunge of his son,
Jamie's cock. The whitely quivering buttocks were parted and the
long nether crack between her pale cheeks widened and narrowed
according to the tensing and untensing of her desperately
straining thighs. John could catch glimpses of the wetly
glistening cock of his young son as it entered the pink fluted
lips of Carrie's cunt. Above, the tight, puckered little ring of
her naked anus appeared and disappeared like a tiny brown rose
bud.
He went straight for it.
"AAAAAAAAARGH!" Carrie was forceably flattened down against
her son's chest ... even closer than she had been before. All
along her back she could feel the rough material of her husband's
overalls, scraping harshly against her skin. But most urgently,
she felt as though something like a telephone pole had been shoved
into her rectum. There was no preparation, nothing to warn her
that anything like this was about to happen, and although in her
youth Carrie had experimented with this form of lovemaking, it had
been a long time and the pain in her rear-end was atrocious, not
to mention the shock of being entered there so brutally while in
the midst of making love with her son!
"WHAT THE???" Jamie looked up at his mother's scream and saw
over her shoulder the intensely scowling features of his father.
His blood ran cold as he felt his father's hands reaching across
and around his mother's trembling body to grasp him by the arms.
"YOU KEEP FUCKING! YOU WANT TO FUCK YOUR MOTHER ... WELL GO
ON BUT DON'T THINK YOU'RE GONNA KEEP YOUR OLD MAN OUT COMPLETELY!"
"But Dad ... I ... Dad!" John's fingers dug into his son's
flesh and he held him with his strong iron-like grip, pulling him
in toward the woman they both loved. His giant cock was receiving
a tight, futilely resisting squeezing from Carrie's rectal
muscles, and now as he pulled against his son, he could feel
through the thin partition between his wife's rectum and vagina,
the surging, throbbing mass of young Jamie's cock.
He grunted and pushed hard, and Carrie screamed out in agony
and anger. "JOHN GET AWAY ... GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"SHUT UP, YOU CUNT!" John cried, "YOU'RE GETTING JUST WANT
YOU WANT ... JUST WHAT YOU DESERVE!"
The two enormous battering rams began a fierce in and out
thrusting in each of the defensively clenched holes between her
legs and Carrie tried to flail out in an effort to protect
herself. But she couldn't completely forget the enjoyment of the
huge fleshy pole imbedded deep up in her vagina, and her dilated
pussy was still in a state of moistly defensive response. The
bitter sweet feeling of what was now an unwanted desire filled
her, even though there was a raging tearing pain in her anus. She
began to moan as each thrust forward by her angry husband sent her
slamming into Jamie's well built body, forcing his long, excitedly
throbbing prick that much further up inside her wetly seeping
vagina. Then she would go ricocheting back, finding her soft
yielding buttocks being entered to a deeper and deeper degree by
the steadily pushing cock behind her! Her back passage
involuntarily sucked against her husband's cruelly pushing penis,
and John never stopped humping himself forward into the moist
hairless split for a second. The relentlessly burrowing head
stretched the small opening wide beyond all endurance, forcing and
twisting, spiraling upward with an unstoppable, driving insistent
force.
She jerked forward in pain as the two thick poles seemed to
meet deep up inside her wide stretched belly. The two blunt
tipped instruments of masculinity were actually rubbing against
each other in there! She had done some pretty wild things in her
time, but never, she thought ... NEVER anything remotely
resembling this dual fucking she was getting. There was no
getting away from it either ... it was clear that John was not
going to let Jamie stop ... and Jamie showed no signs of wanting
to now anyway! She could feel her son's smooth flat belly
pressing into hers as he strained forward hooking his giant cock
forward and ever upward into the hair-lined lips of her cunt. Her
thighs were wide apart and she still lay on her side while behind
her the rough denim of John's pants created an unbearable friction
along the smoothly jiggling skin of her buttocks. She was impaled
brutally from both sides! Her clitoris rubbed hotly against the
sliding base of Jamie's prick starting a new sensation that
mingled with the pain in her backside and the pleasure in her
hungrily grasping pussy walls. She thought she was going crazy!
Carrie screamed over and over, until Jamie's tongue suddenly
found its way back into her open mouth, stifling her cries by
swirling round and round inside it. For a second she got so dizzy
she thought she would faint, and then she felt a strange
exhilaration. SUDDENLY SHE REALIZED THAT SHE WAS COMPLETELY
FILLED UP BETWEEN HER LEGS. EVERY BIT OF HER WAS FILLED BY
WONDERFUL HARD MALE FLESH! THE TWO MEN THAT SHE LOVED MOST IN THE
WORLD WERE MAKING LOVE TO HER! SHE HAD NEVER BEEN SO TOTALLY
POSSESSED IN HER LIFE!
Deep inside her cock besieged pussy a spark grew and doubled
itself. With each hard back thrust she made with her body, her
voraciously clinging anal passage massaged her husband's cock with
unprecedented force.
"OH JESUS!" John cried.
Frantically Carrie caught hold of her son's hair, pulling at
the pale blonde hair that looked so like her own. Her head was
flung back, her mouth gaping wide with a thin trail of moisture
slipping from between her lips. Jamie plowed into her, slamming
his hips up against her with a vicious strength made all the more
impelling by his father's clenched fingers upon his arms. He was
starting to cum and it was barreling up out of his exploding
testicles like a freight train. There was nothing that he could do
to stop it! Suddenly his prick was spurting thick hot jets of
semen directly up into his mother's warmly welcoming vagina. Her
long blonde hair moved from side to side, covering first her son's
face below and then her husband's face behind her with golden
swirling curls. She herself let forth a stream of obscene words
... the only ones that would express what she was feeling as the
softness of her nakedy writhing body was smashed helplessly
between the two nakedly fucking men.
"OOOOOOOOOOARRRHHGH!" she cried, "OH GIVE ME YOUR CUM, BABY
... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE!"
Both Jamie and John seemed totally overwhelmed by Carrie's
response, and they began to squeeze and finger her sweat-
glistening flesh, grappling with her quivering breasts, her
desperately jerking buttocks, her hotly seeping pussy until she
too began to emit the shrill, animal-like cries of orgasm.
"I'M CUMMING YOU BASTARDS ... I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked.
Her anal muscles contracted wildly around John's cock and as
his balls gave one last smack against the underside of her
buttocks he released his cum in hot waves of thickness into the
burning channel of his wife's bowels. Jamie continued to grind
against her spasm filled body, his hardened cock impaling her from
the front, while his father's jerked deep up into her from behind.
Carrie could feel two pools of hot liquid bubbling lewdly
around up inside her. And the thought that the two hard spurting
cocks inside her belonged to her own son, Jamie, and to her
husband, John, sent a delicious shiver of perversed delight
rippling through her widespread genitals.
"Oh darlings ..." she gasped ...feeling a new orgasm
approaching. "MORE ... MOOOOOOORE! STUFF ME, FILL ME, KILL ME
WITH YOUR TWO BEAUTIFUL COCKS!"
Chapter 15
"Uncle Ike ... let me in!"
Nancy knocked on the door of Cabin Number One. She knew that
her Uncle Ike was alone inside because she had been watching the
cabin for some time and had seen her Aunt Tricia drive off to
town. The two of them had spent the morning down by the swimming
pool, and Nancy had seen her Uncle making another video tape of
himself diving into the pool. Thinking there was no one around he
had also made Aunt Tricia do some dives and some thing that looked
like weird exercises completely nude ... all for his camera.
Nancy knew that he was in there watching the re-runs of the
films now, and she thought that it would be a perfect time to
visit him.
"WHO IS IT?" Ike growled. He didn't like to be interrupted
in the middle of a tape. He was just getting a big kick out of
watching Tricia doing the 'exercises' he had mapped out for her
down by the pool, and was planning to splice parts of this tape
into the one he had made of her the other night. He was really
getting quite a collection ... one that any man would be proud to
own!
"It's me ... open up, Uncle Ike!"
"Damn ... what does that nosey kid want?" Ike turned off the
video machine and went to the door. Nancy stood there resplendent
in a bright cotton shift, so short that it barely covered her
upper thighs.
"Hi ... Uncle Ike ..." she said in her most seductive voice.
She skipped into the room before he could stop her. "Oh ... I see
you're watching the video machine ... will you show me your latest
tapes?"
"Listen ... kid ... go'way ... I'm busy right now!" Ike was
still wearing his bathing trunks, and Nancy observed his dark
curly body hairs with admiration.
"I've always liked your curly chest, Uncle Ike," she smiled,
sitting upon the bed.
"Now when has she seen my chest before?" Ike wondered.
"Come on ... show me some tapes ... I just love them!"
"Oh ... alright ... but just one or two," Ike said, preparing
to replace the lewd tapes with something more suitable for a 10
year old.
Nancy watched him closely as he fixed the machine, and he
remembered how she had asked him to show her everything about it.
He had been proud at the time when she'd shown a remarkable grasp
of mechanical things. As he inserted a tape of himself diving off
the diving board into the Olympic size swimming pool, it suddenly
struck him as odd that it was Nancy who had stacked the tapes and
insisted that he and Carrie and Jamie watch it that fateful day up
at the big house! What they were supposed to be watching was the
family volley ball game, but in the midst of it the tape he'd
filmed previously of himself and Carrie making it in her big round
bed had suddenly appeared on the small screen ... and THAT he
thought, was when the shit hit the fan!
He had always thought that he himself was to blame for that
dreadful error, but now that he thought about it, he didn't see
how he could have been that careless. Besides, he was almost
certain he had put that particular tape away in his secret hiding
place. Ike eyed Nancy suspiciously as the little girl began to
ooh and aah over his less than spectacular leaps into the Pool.
"Nancy ..." he said suddenly. "Let's watch some different
tapes ..." He began to fiddle with the machine. "Will you get
them for me?"
Before she realized that it was a trap, Nancy started toward
the bathroom. The obscene tapes were in the hamper of the
bathroom, and that was where she had found the one of Uncle Ike
and Grandma before she placed it in the machine and made sure they
they would all watch it!
"YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BITCH!" Ike yelled as he saw her
direction. "YOU put that tape on the machine, didn't you? HOW
DID YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?"
He grabbed her and began shaking. Nancy's red pigtails began
flying, and her teeth chattered as her head bobbed up and down
during the vigorous shaking.
"Let me go, Uncle Ike ... LEMME GO!" she cried.
"That means you must have seen everything!" Ike yelled. "YOU
LITTLE SNEAK! WELL I HOPE YOU GOT A GOOD EYEFULL! WHY ... I'VE
GOT A GOOD MIND TO.. ." He turned Nancy's small body over his knee
and prepared to give her a good spanking. But then he saw that her
naked little buttocks were staring back at his disbelieving eyes.
SHE WASN'T WEARING PANTIES UNDERNEATH HER DRESS!
His hand remained suspended in the air ... and then once
over his initial shock, he brought it down hard on the twin white
mounds of virgin flesh.
"OOOOOOOW!" Nancy exclaimed.
"YOU MEDDLING LITTLE ..." his hand came down hard again.
"OOOOOOW! Uncle Ike!" His flat hand came down again and
again making the soft white skin of Nancy's nakedly smooth young
buttocks turn scarlet.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT ... WHY?"
The stinging pain on her trembling asscheeks made tears
spring to Nancy's eyes, and suddenly she began to blurt out the
whole story.
Her uncle's hand remained suspended above her exposed nether
cheeks as she began to stammer out the words ... half crying and
sobbing.
"I did it because I wanted to get back at Daddy ... I just
wanted to see what his reaction would be to you and Grandma
fucking! I stumbled upon you by accident and watched the whole
thing. I knew you made a tape of it!"
"Where did you learn such words ... and how did you know
about me and your grandma?" Ike asked, totally shocked by the
little girl's language.
"FROM YOU ... YOU AND GRANDMA ... AND FROM GRANDPA ... AND
..."
"AND WHO ... GRANDPA AND WHO?"
"I ... I can't say!" How could she tell Ike that she'd seen
his own wife, Aunt Tricia with her father???
"YOU LITTLE SNIP! YOU TELL ME OR I'LL BEAT YOU TILL YOUR
BEHIND TURNS PURPLE." Ike began to whack away at Nancy's bottom,
furiously gritting his teeth. Too many things were falling into
place ... too fast. He was beginning to understand things that he
really didn't want to understand ... but the knowledge was coming,
even before he was ready for it! Even before Nancy spoke, he KNEW
WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO SAY!
Nancy spoke defiantly ... angry at the recollection of what
she had seen. "WITH AUNT TRICIA ... THAT'S WHO ... WITH TRICIA!"
Ike's hand stopped in mid-air. He spoke slowly and
deliberately. "Doing what ... what were they doing? Tell me
everything!"
He helped Nancy get down from his knees but held her in place
in front of him by placing his hands around her waist.
Nancy began to sputter out the entire story. About how she
had lured her grandfather to the old cabins and how when they were
just getting to the interesting parts, Aunt Tricia had come into
the cabin looking for her father ... and how she had run off and
Gramps had followed her ... and what she had seen them doing down
by the stream.
"AND IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!" she concluded tearfully,
nevertheless scanning her Uncle's face to see if he planned on
spanking her some more.
"Oh, Christ!" Ike put his hand to his head. The image of his
wife writhing nakedly around on the ground down by the creek with
her own father pounding hotly between her widespread legs was
running through his mind almost as if he himself had filmed it and
was playing it back. THAT was where she'd been the night he'd
waited for her to get back ... THAT was why there were those
smudges on her ass!
"OH GOD!" he said out loud, remembering all the time that
he'd encouraged Tricia to spend with her father because it gave
him easier access to her mother. All the time he was dallying
with Carrie, Tricia was probably getting closer and closer to
intimacy with her father! How many times had they done it?
Nancy was still talking but he was paying little attention,
only catching a word here and there.
"So PLEASE ... Uncle Ike ... PLEASE ... You see ... it has
to be you ... Why do I have to be the one who's left out???"
"WHA ... WHAT? What are you saying, child?" Ike suddenly
realized just what Nancy was asking of him. He looked at her
earnest little freckled face and saw that she was perfectly
serious. And just as he was about to say something else, he saw
her pick up her dress and place herself once more on his knees ...
only this time, she sat up, placing her arms around his neck, and
wiggling her sensuous little buttocks into a comfortable position
on his lap. She placed her head in the crook of his neck and
whispered into his ear. His brain was whirring, all the component
parts of what was happening clicking together quickly and
accurately.
Nancy pulled back a little and gathering up her courage
looked into Ike's eyes. With a shiver, she felt his dark eyes
burning into hers, frightening her and thrilling her to the marrow
of her bones. With the speed of a hawk latching onto its prey,
Ike leaned forward, grabbed her hard by the shoulders and kissed
her full on the lips.
Ike felt a perverse excitement taking hold of him ... not
only because of the unusual feeling of Nancy's little lips and
tongue beneath his, but because of the lewdly vengeful plan that
was forming in his mind.
"What the hell," he thought ... "old man Livingston's already
had a crack at her ... and the kid's begging for it!" He wasn't
beyond giving any woman what she wanted, even if she was a ten
year old! He could feel the little girl's entire body tensing
against his, responding to the long kiss hungrily with a sincerity
that he found appealing. He let his hands run along the small
waist, the hips that were already beginning to form ... the
breasts that were almost non-existent, but already there in the
form of tiny hard little nipples that rolled charmingly beneath
his exploring fingers. Her skin was softer than silk and Ike
found that he was getting very excited indeed! Any second
thoughts of propriety that he might have had were being burned
away slowly but surely by this determined little woman! SHE WAS
GOING TO BE SOME LOOKER WHEN SHE GREW UP! Nancy returned his kiss
with a ferver born to a sensuous woman ... and Ike could sense
that she was really ready, just as she said she was!
He let his hands slide tantalizingly over her small budding
breasts, feeling the little girl moan and squirm as he played with
them and kneaded them, concentrating on the growing nipples,
working on them until he could feel them stiffening.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Nancy moaned, gurgling deep in her throat.
Her little nipples tingled, and she felt her Uncle's slowly
hardening prick rising against her naked thighs beneath the
covering of his brief bathing suit. She reached her small hand
down to feel its dimensions, and felt it jerk against her hand.
"OH!" she said. Ike renewed his kiss and Nancy felt a
frenzy of desire begin to grow at the pit of her belly. Her
tongue dug deep into her Uncle Ike's mouth, as his thickening
penis throbbed against her hand.
IT WAS MUCH BIGGER THAN GRAMPS! she realized, feeling
slightly panicky. But now there was no doubt in Ike's mind that
he was going to go through with the whole thing ... especially
since it fit in so well with his plans!
"Come on, honey!" he exclaimed, suddenly dumping Nancy
unceremoniously on the floor ... "Let's get on the bed ..."
Nancy moved obediently to the bed and climbing on, sat in the
middle of the spread. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest,
and she kept saying to herself, "This is it ... This is it!" She
couldn't believe it, and a part of her didn't want to believe it
as she watched her Uncle Ike's hurried motions. He was setting up
big spotlights all around the bed, and putting an empty cartridge
into the camera.
HE WAS GOING TO FILM HER!
"Come on sweetie," he finally said, moving toward the bed.
She could see the enormous bulge of his penis forming a big mound
in front of his swim trunks, and she moved back a little on the
mattress. Ike swooped down on her before she could react and
began to remove her dress, zipping it down the back and peeling it
off to reveal the pure white smoothness of her barely pubescent
body.
"What a little sweetie you are!" he said, his eyes taking in
every naked inch of her, especially the soft little mound of her
pussy where a few fuzzy red pubic hairs could be seen starting to
grow.
"You have a little girl's body ... but a woman's mind!" he
said, hurriedly removing his bathing suit. Nancy took this
compliment to heart ... at last someone understood her! But still
the sight of his large, uncircumcised, prick was terrifying to
her.
Her Uncle had her lie back upon the bed, and spent several
long moments looking at her. In the background the steady grinding
of the camera filled the room. Then, "play with yourself ... let
me see you touch yourself, sweetie!"
"Oh yessss!" Nancy hissed excitedly, feeling the cool air
flowing over the hotness of her cuntal flesh, "Yessss ..."
Quickly, her own fingers flitted across the tiny rising bud
of her clitoris, smoothing it, tickling it ... anticipating the
moment when her Uncle's fingers would replace her own ... she
could almost feel it already ... in fact she began to imagine that
all the delicious thrills created by her own fingers were coming
from him already!
She was so transported by her sensual manipulations, that
small waves of sex fluids began to seep from the tender jewel of
her still virgin pussy.
Ike became more and more stimulated by watching this little
nymphet playing with her own hotly exposed little cunt. His rock
hard penis felt so inflated that it almost hurt. What would it be
like to feel himself inside such a tiny little cunt? It had to
feel incredible! He watched the small cushiony lips of her tight
little pussy as they quivered, in response to her little
fingertips.
Ike felt something snap inside him. WHAT A TERRIFIC FILM IT
WAS GOING TO BE! "Hang on, sweetie ... I'm coming to help you
out!"
With that he lowered himself directly over her small figure
almost crushing her frail young body under his weight. Before
Nancy could even register what was happening, he had guided the
bulbous head of his surging cock to the small pulsating opening
that nestled teasingly up between the fleshy folds of her seeping
pussy.
"OH ..." Nancy gasped, feeling the gigantic cock pressing
hard and tight against the tiny, tightly clenched mouth of her
virgin pussy. She had thought he would do something to prepare
her for this moment, but she hadn't reckoned with her impetuous
Uncle Ike. Nothing could stop him now; with the weight of his 6
foot frame he held his 10 year old niece firmly down, pressing her
deep into the mattress. Even when she began to struggle, she could
not move an inch of the dead weight of his body. To her horror,
Ike reached down and grabbed hold of her legs, pulling them up by
holding them just behind the knees, he lifted them until they were
pressing directly into her shoulders, leaving her bent almost
double and the whole of her defenseless young pussy open to his
attack.
"Nooooooooooooo!" Nancy cried "You've got to stop!"
Without even bothering to say a word, Ike gave a merciless
lunge forward sending the giant bulbous head of his cock bursting
into the unbelievably tight sheath of Nancy's totally virgin
little vagina.
"AAAAAAAAAAATTTTRRRGYH!" Nancy flailed her head wildly. The
shock of the sudden thrust felt like it had shattered her
completely, and she twisted and squirmed like a mad woman in a
vain effort to escape the terrible impalement of her 10 year old
little cunt.
"OOOOOOOh!" Ike moaned, gasping as he felt the warm wet walls
of the little girl's pussy slipping over his rigidity like a
tightly clenched fist filled with hot melted butter. He felt like
he was in heaven! The tight squeezing along the shaft of his
prick was so GOOD! He let his head fall loosely back as his loins
sped forward, buffeting into the helplessly struggling girl. His
thick, rock hard cock speared her, boring quickly to the unused
depths of her tender pussy. His pelvis smacked tight up against
hers, flattening her upraised buttocks with hard, sharp slaps that
reverberated throughout the room and were all recorded by Ike's
excellent sound equipment.
In miniature, their twisting bodies were seen in action on
the screen of the video machine ... looking like any ordinary
television set, except for the lewd content of its image!
Naney's muffled moans of pain and terror were unheeded and
unheard by nothing other than the small microphone, as Ike reached
forward to grab her by the shoulder. With a grunt, be pulled her
small body up tight against his, letting his thick hard cock sink
to its fullest depth in her white, quivering little belly.
Naney's pigtails had come undone and the full wavy locks of her
red hair fell across her shoulder. Her eyes were squeezed tightly
shut as she struggled to withstand the full impact of what was
happening to her. NEVER, NEVER WOULD SHE HAVE DREAMED THAT
ANYTHING COULD HURT SO MUCH! Had she known, she would have vowed
to remain a virgin for life ... and certainly would not have
advanced this moment by so many years. It suddenly seemed more
than desirable to her to remain a child ... an innocent child who
knew nothing about these things ... who had never seen the immoral
acts her family performed all around her. A child who had not
somehow wound up here on this bed with her own Uncle, having been
penetrated by his gigantic penis as though she weren't even human!
Ike gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long hard
strokes that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips
of his toes. He could feel the hardness of his cock pressing tight
against the end of her cervix. The ragged pink lips of Nancy's
tight defenseless cunt were pulled outward on each out-stroke, the
soft protective folds giving way to the violent assault of Ike's
big cock. The tiny opening was being forceably stretched, more
and more with each entry, as he skewered into her with obvious
delight.
He could feel a wonderful sensation of power taking hold of
him ... as if by this vile rape he were getting back at the entire
Livingston family ... every single one of them! He could feel the
soft fleshy ridges deep inside her giving way to him just as the
Livingston's were going to give way to him! It was a tremendously
exciting moment for him, and the growing fire in his hanging,
slapping testicles told him that he WAS going to last a long time!
Nancy's muffled sobs and moans mingled with his own grunts of
pleasure, while his hands moved passionately over her entire body,
finally centering on and cupping her small compact buttocks, which
he manipulated with obscene relish, making her entire lower body
respond to his pounding cock at will! He could feel her body go
limp as though she had given up struggling. The pain had
subsided, and there remained only the mental horror of the act
itself. She was being pumped into like she was made of clay, not
flesh. Ike's fingers dug cruelly at her little puckered anus, and
then moving away pushed down on her hips, slipping her battered
pussy over his cock, like a tight fitting glove. On and on he
drove, until Nancy's whimpers became one long low continuous
whine. He was getting bigger and bigger there deep inside her ...
and she thought that surely she would be split in two at any
moment.
Opening her eyes, she was terrified to see the look of
sadistic glee on his face ... and it occurred to her that Uncle
Ike had gone crazy! She issued a silent prayer that he would come
to his senses soon and that it would all be over shortly!
Above her, Ike felt his heated cock getting thicker and
thicker, as he ground savagely forward. Never had he felt
anything like this before ... so young and tender and helpless ...
so fantastically NEW! His inflated cock felt burning hot, and he
was almost there. Eagerly he continued to ram into her with a
mounting tension. Suddenly Nancy's voice reached him beyond the
clouds of his excitement.
"UNCLE IKE ... PLEASE PLEASE!!!" The words exploded in his
brain ... He was her Uncle ... this squirming wonderful little
pussy belonged to his niece ... But his niece by marraige only ...
And soon ... SOON THEY WOULD ALL KNOW ... ALL OF THEM! That
thought did it! With a wild scream of lust, he threw his head
back, letting his hot lewd sperm shoot forward into Nancy's wide
stretched cuntal passage. He could feel her tiny wet muscles
clamping tight around his hard rod as she groaned in helpless
submission beneath him. Spurt after spurt of his lustful juices
emptied into the little girl's womb, filling her up inside until
they flowed back out her tightly locked pussy lips again,
streaming lewdly down over her naked buttocks to form warm wet
pools on the crumpled bed below.
"NO NOONONONOoooooo!" Nancy screamed, feeling the wetness
expanding inside her ... it was as though a fireman had placed his
hose directly against her tiny vagina and let loose an endless
flood of water.
Suddenly depleted, Ike fell forward onto her, completely
satiated by the tremendous effort he had put into his cruel
fucking of his young virginal niece.
As Nancy lay sobbing beneath him, Ike panted above her, from
the blackness of his almost mindless state, rose the wonderful
thought that had urged him on during the incredible act of
fornication he had just completed.
Soon ... he would show them all! HE'D SHOW THEM!
Chapter 16
"But what could he possibly want?" Carrie Livingston
wondered aloud as she and John made their way to the building that
would soon house the new discotheque. Carrie felt undeniably
shaky, and it was only her husband's strong presence that helped
her to function after their most unusual encounter the day before.
She hadn't seen Jamie since he had left the luxuriously furnished
bedroom, looking pale and shaken. She had not had the heart to
cry out after him then ... clearly they were all in trouble! What
on earth were they going to do?
That was why Carrie was surprised to see that all the lights
were on in the as yet unfinished space ... and there sitting down
at one of the tables, was her son Jamie and his wife Susan.
Little Nancy sat at the table with them ... but none of them
seemed to be speaking to each other. John supported Carrie's
elbow as she faltered upon seeing Jamie.
"Come on in ..." John said ... "Ike must have asked them to
come too ... He said he had something to tell all of us!"
Maybe he's the only one with any sense around here after all!
he thought to himself. He for one, was ready to hear what anybody
had to say that could help the family.
He made Carrie sit down at one of the tables after nodding to
his estranged son and his family. Looking around him, he wondered
if all the work he had done to make Livingston's a success had
been in vain. If there weren't some way to straighten things out
with his family, and his wife in particular ... what use was there
in going on?
The bright lights were on in the large room since it was a
grey day outside ... the first since the family had arrived in the
mountains. It had seemed as though the incredible Indian Summer
was going to last forever, and this was the first day that was
more like the late October weather they should have been having.
John focused his eyes on the empty stage, where next summer he
planned to have five musicians playing for his guests. Carrie got
up and went to the bar to fix herself a drink.
"Would anyone like a drink?" she said loudly, almost
defensively.
Jamie didn't answer, but Susan looked gratefully at her
mother-in-law.
"Yes, Mother Livingston ..." she said, "Please ..."
Carrie began to make the busy noises of a bartender, having
decided to make a drink for everyone and while she was there, the
front door was flung open and in walked Ike and Tricia.
Tricia barely raised her eyes in greeting to the others and
Ike seemed to have a firm hold on her arm. John looked up at his
daughter, and once more felt a surge of desire for her. It was
hard for him to hide his antagonism toward his son-in-law Ike, but
he was determined to try anyway.
Tricia sat down at one of the tables across from the others,
and Ike moved up to the stage facing the family, his eyes shining
brightly, his whole stance one of a person with the utmost
confidence in himself. The effect was electrifying.
He spoke loudly and clearly to his captive audience, after
having waited until Carrie finished placing glasses of Courvoisier
brandy and soda in front of each of them and returned to her chair
beside John.
"I've gathered you all here ..." he began, his eyes taking
in each of them with equal intensity. "To show you something ...
and tell you a lot of things I think you ought to know!"
Carrie shivered as Ike's eyes focused upon her. She lowered
her eyes, unable to withstand his stare ... already fearful about
what he was going to say.
"First of all I think we ought to all show our gratitude for
good old Mother Livingston for starting off our little family
reunion with a BANG ... so to speak!" Ike continued to stare down
at his attractive mother-in-law. "She welcomed us all in that
tramp, see-through dress ... letting us all see what fantastic
boobs she's got ... not to mention everything else. Well I want
you to know that that very night ... I got to feel those boobs ...
and they're every bit as wonderful as they look!"
Tricia gasped and turned white, casting a shocked look at her
mother. "Oh ... no ... not Mother!" she said softly under her
breath.
"Not to mention what else I got to feel!" Ike continued.
"Yes ... John ... you've got yourself a good pussy there ... But
then I suppose you know that!"
Carrie began to cry, but made no move to leave the table.
Beside her, John forced himself to continue staring at Ike ...
trying to maintain his composure, even though this information
about his wife was news to him. It was news to everyone else in
the room too, and each struggled with his own thoughts trying to
assimilate it with the knowledge they did have. Susan made a
brief effort to get Nancy to leave the discotheque ... but the
little girl refused to go ... and Susan herself felt so depleted
that she finally gave up. Nancy would have to do some fast
growing she thought ... to keep up with the family! It was all
too bad but there was nothing she could do about it now!
"Yes ..." Ike continued. "It's a sweet blonde, luscious cunt
... and I want to show it to you!" He suddenly flicked a switch
and turned down the lights. Then he connected the video tape
machine he had already positioned on the stage, and turned it on.
There for everyone to see was a close up of Ike's fleshy hard
instrument disappearing to the hilt between widespread legs that
obviously belonged to Carrie Livingston! They crawled crab
fashion up Ike's muscular back as six fascinated pairs of eyes
watched the small screen. The lewd couple bucked and jumped on
the bed, writhing in absolute ecstasy on Carrie's round bed.
"God ... he's fucking her good!" John had to admit it to
himself, even though he could hardly condone what he was watching.
He felt a spark of fire leap to life inside him as he saw Carrie's
face on the screen, a mask of lust, her mind on nothing but the
fucking she was getting from her son-in-law, Ike.
"Yes ... folks ... that was some time ago ... when we first
arrived for our little visit! You keep on watching while I
continue talking. Interesting isn't it. I must say ... that's a
pretty good shot of me! Heh!" The camera showed his lewdly
thrusting buttocks flexing deeply into the wide-spread thighs
before him.
"Now I want to go on ... The next antics of dear Mother
Livingston occurred right after the family volley ball game ...
I'm sure everyone remembers that game fondly ... well, so did
little Nancy ... and she wanted us to watch it ... us being yours
truly, Carrie and her stalwart son Jamie ... now sweet Nancy
arranged for us to see not only the tape of the game, but the very
one you're watching right now!"
On the screen, Carrie's wide open pussy exploded and seeped
hotly trickling orgasmic fluids down the nakedly straining crevice
of her open buttocks, while the deeply plunging rod continued to
plunder liquidly into the tender flesh above.
In spite of himself, Jamie felt an odd tingling in his groin
at the sigbt of his mother's cunt. What was the use in fighting it
anymore ... He was beyond caring who knew!!
"Yes ... our boy Jamie was so excited by this that he
couldn't resist joining us ... (us being Carrie and yours truly).
You see Carrie got so carried away that she seduced me right
before the eyes of her own son!"
There was a gasp from his stunned audience. John could feel
the sweat trickling down his neck into the back of the collar of
his workshirt. He refused to look at Carrie, but beneath the table
he could feel her legs pressing against his. He did not press
back, but neither did he remove his leg from the questioning
pressure of hers.
Ike continued, really warming to his 'act'. "Now I don't have
to tell any of you that Jamie really enjoyed fucking his momma's
cunt ... I mean what man could resist ... ??? We had a great
three way scene by the way ... until the end ... that was when
Jamie chickened out ... and Carrie decided she really didn't like
me too much anymore ... (AS IF IT WERE MY FAULT!) I want you to
know Carrie that the person responsible for putting this
particularly horny tape on was your own Granddaughter, Nancy ...
who not only saw the original, but got a good look at our three
way screw!!"
Susan looked at her daughter with horror. In the dim light
she could just make out Nancy's pert features. The little girl
was smiling broadly! She looked at her husband Jamie ...
understanding for the first time what his REAL trouble had been
all along! No wonder he had a hard time making love to her ... It
was his MOTHER who was responsible! Tears formed in her eyes as
she realized that it wasn't because of any lack in her ... it was
a psychological problem ... and that problem was all Jamie's! The
truth was ghastly ... but Susan felt a tremendous relief flooding
her ... a new confidence in herself as a person. It was a
confidence that she had almost completely lost ... and now she
felt it returning rapidly ... She could help Jamie ... Love him
again ... be a good mother ... all those things ... now that she
KNEW!
Seeing Jamie's hand upon the table before him, she reached
out and placed hers over it. She felt his hand trembling beneath
hers ... but he made no move to take it away. Susan felt
exhilarated by this simple fact!
"Now let me carry on ... there's more folks ... much more!
Kindly continue to watch the screen!" The tape of Ike and Carrie
on the big double bed faded out, and suddenly there was a perfect
image of Ike and Tricia ... they were in New York in their
apartment. Ike flicked on the sound mike now and Tricia's voice
intoned, "OH OH OH IKE YESSSSSSSSSS HARDER HARDER MORE MORE DO IT
DO IT OH I LOOOOOVE IT" Ike fucked hard into the slight blonde
figure of his wife, letting her breasts smash beneath his chest,
unmercifully ramming up and up until Tricia thrashed out the high
pitched wails of a crashing orgasm ... her cries filled the
discotheque, since Ike had hooked his equipment up to the central
speaker system.
Tricia felt weak ... as though she were going to faint. How
could Ike show such personal things about her or anyone else? No
matter what her mother had done, she thought, she had a right to a
certain amount of privacy! She cringed before the sight of her
own nakedly grinding cunt on the screen, realizing that everyone
was avidly watching her climax. Suddenly the scene changed and
she saw that it was the film Ike had made when he had taken her so
brutally from behind.
"OH NO IKE!" she gasped out, as she saw. the whiteness of her
own behind lewdly facing thc screen ... her pucked anus clearly
visible between the quivering smudged buttocks ... and Ike's big
cock approaching ...!
"Now folks ... you'll agree that our own Tricia here is a
good lay ... and she really gets a kick out of some of the more
unusual things in bed ... witness this great ass fucking and how
she gets to dig it ...
Tricia groaned, she felt more uncomfortable than she'd ever
been in her life ... but still she kept her eyes riveted on the
small screen.
"I want to call your attention to those smudged ass cheeks of
hers ... KNOW WHAT THAT IS? It's good old Livingston DIRT! Comes
from this great land of yours Father Livingston!"
John gulped down another drink of his brandy. He had a
feeling he was going to need it!
"YESS, JOHN ...!" Ike continued, "THIS ... as they say ...
IS YOUR LIFE! Unfortunately I don't have any footage ... but I
have it on good authority that those smudges of dirt came from a
most interesting meeting between you and your darling daughter ...
MY WIFE TRICIA!" Ike paused to let those words sink in, and when
he thought they had had a proper effect, he smiled and went on.
"From what I understand you really fucked her little blonde pussy
GOOD! Ground her right down into the soft earth ... took off her
little panties to do it ... got right down to the NITTY GRITTY!"
Well, John just watch while you see your own little girl going
through a series of exercises for me!"
On the screen there appeared the pained and humiliated
features of a stark naked Tricia. She was down by the swimming
pool, and slowly, she placed her fingers down to cover the exposed
hair fringed lips of her pussy. Lying on her back with her knees
up, she began to open up the covering hair-fringed labia, exposing
for the camera the perfect inner flanges of her pussy. They
gleamed in the light as the camera zoomed in for a closeup. The
naked bud of her clitoris rose up in sight as a man's thick index
finger ... (obviously Ike's) flicked at it steadily. Then this
shot suddenly-changed and Tricia was bending forward, her soft,
well formed breasts hanging down before her. Her head hung down
and with a chagrined expression, she was looking back through her
own legs. As if in response to a command, she parted her own
nether cheeks and placed her fingers inside.
Shot after shot of Tricia in various obscene poses flicked in
rapid succession upon the screen, and John felt himself becoming
highly aroused by the sight of his sweet young daughter. Somehow
the expression of humiliated submission on her face served to make
his excitement more complete. Even though he knew that Ike was
forcing her to do those things he could not remain impervious to
the loveliness of her postures, the pure sensuality of her body!
Carrie was pressing hard on his leg, and he began to press back.
He felt Carrie's hand crawling up his thigh and made no move to
stop it. His cock jerked hard in his pants and he could feel it
throbbing with each beat of his heart. Ike continued happily with
his lewd narration ...
"BUT JOHN ... I KNOW AND YOU KNOW AND OF COURSE TRICIA KNOWS
THAT THAT WASN'T THE FIRST TIME YOU FUCKED YOUR OWN DAUGHTER!
Tricia herself has told me ... After a little prompting I must
admit about her little ... shall we say, indiscretion with Susan!
YES SUSAN ... YOU AND TRICIA REALLY GOT DOWN TO IT SUCKING EACH
OTHER'S PUSSIES over by the lake ... and JOHN TOOK FULL ADVANTAGE
OF IT BY JOINING IN AFTER HE DISCOVERED YOU IN THE BUSHES! Bet
your husband never knew you had such tendencies!!! Why don't you
fuck her a little more Jamie, instead of your Mom and maybe she
wouldn't turn to such perversions as making it with your own
sister!!!???"
Jamie and Susan looked at each other, reading each other's
agony with astounding accuracy. Susan leaned forward, and
tenderly kissed her husband on the lips. To her delight, she felt
him respond. HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN SINCE HE'D KISSED HER LIKE
THAT?!
"Oh ... JAMIE ... JAMIE DARLING ... " she sighed into his
mouth. Beside them, Nancy watched her mother and father's
embrace. She felt something like an old wound healing inside her
at the sight of them. She sensed that there would be no more
arguments, no more of those horrible strained conversations ... or
that fake friendliness her parents used to put on solely for her
benefit. No more screaming and yelling. She continued to grin
broadly, knowing that her Uncle Ike was getting down to the good
part.
"OH YES, YOU LIVINGSTON'S ARE SOME FAMILY!! But there's one
person even more intelligently perverse than all of you and that's
this little girl!"
There on the screen for the entire family to see was Ike's
gigantic cock pressing fast and hard into Naney's virgin little
pussy. The sound track was once more turned on, and the
shattering sounds of Nancy's pain expanded throughout the room.
They saw Ike reaching down and pulling little Nancy's legs up
forcing them back to touch her shoulders ... And he heard the
little girl's incredible agony as she was taken by the enormous 6
footer with a vigor that would make a grown woman cry out!
"Before any of you get the idea that this was all pain and
terror for our little girl, let me show you some later tapes ...
in fact I've interspersed the two so that you can see the two
extremes all the more clearly."
Suddenly Nancy was squirming with great glee beneath Ike's
strong body. Her voice called out with delight ... "OH YES ...
NOW IT'S GOOD UNCLE IKE ... NOW IT'S OH ... IT'S WONDERFUL! OH
DON'T STOP! ... DON'T STOP!" Then she was shown straddling his
pelvis and sitting upon the enormous glistening head, sliding her
petite body down, letting the hair-less mound of her naked cunt
open to admit the rock-hard penis that had finally de-virginized
her!
"HOW DOES THAT STRIKE YOU JOHN?! You wouldn't fuck her little
pussy ... although you weren't above diddling it ...! But never
let it be said that old Ike refused a lady! I must say she came
through with flying colors too ... Never has this old cock enjoyed
itself more!"
Ike turned around, and suddenly Nancy was there on the stage
with him. In the audience, John had Carrie on his knees, and her
legs were wide spread as his fingers explored the furrows of her
seeping pussy. With his other hand he loosened the zipper of his
fly, extricating his pulsing cock so that he could put it inside
the tight opening of his wife's willing vagina as quickly as
possible. He could hardly WAIT!
Nancy could see her father already dragging her mother down
to the floor. Her panties were already off, and she was panting a
little in expectation of receiving the marital attentions she had
been missing for so long! Jamie had his hugely hardened rod in
his hands, and its beat felt like it was burning his skin. THE
QUICKER HE COOLED IT WITH HIS WIFE'S SOOTHING SEX JUICES THE
BETTER! A great weight had been lifted off his shoulders by his
brother-in-law's presentation, and all his guilt seemed to have
slipped away. IT WAS REALLY A KIND OF GROUP THERAPY! he realized
as he felt his prick sinking through the tight clasping opening of
his wife's pussy, moving slowly but powerfully up inside her, he
could feel her whole body arching to meet him, everything in her
fusing with everything he had.
"OH SUZY BABY! I'LL NEVER STOP FUCKING YOU AGAIN!" he cried.
Nancy zipped down Ike's fly. "YOU might as well stop
talking, Uncle Ike," she said. "I don't think anyone's listening
anymore! I think you proved your point!"
Ike felt Nancy's small hands lift his bulging cock from his
trousers, she fondled it knowingly and kneeling before him on the
stage slipped her tiny, but widely ovaled mouth over it.
"OOOOh!" he groaned. "OHHH yeah! You sure do learn fast
honey!"
"ME TOO!" Tricia said. She had left her seat to join them on
the podium. "I learn fast too Ike!" she said. "I know now that
even though I do love daddy an awful lot ... I LOVE YOU! You ...
you're really a wonderful man, Ike! You've gotten us all back
together where we really belong!" She leaned forward as Ike's
arms went around her waist and they embraced. Nancy's lips
continued to absorb the swollen hot prick that had taken her
virginity.
"Except for little Nancy here!" Ike said, unfastening his
wife's dress from behind. "But then we'll have to wait till she
grows up and finds somebody of her own ... won't we? Until then
... we'll continue to treat her as ONE OF THE FAMILY!"
Tricia smiled. Already her golden thatched pussy was
twitching slightly at the thought of love-making that was to come.
Ike's hands had peeled away her dress, and she stood in her bra
and panties, waiting for him to remove the rest.
Nancy removed her mouth long enough from her Uncle's
burgeoning prick to inquire, "Aunt Tricia ... will you do to me
what you did to Mamma's pussy??!"
Ike's hand had reached her trembling hair-fringed cunt lips,
and Tricia gasped with delight before she answered.
"Oh ... yes, honey ... yes ... Ike and I will teach you
everything you want to know ... Everything!"
In the semi-darkness the video machine continued to show the
various lewd postures that had so recently been performed by the
Livingston Family. But no one was watching. Throughout the room
the rising noises of fervent love-making could be heard gradually
increasing in sound as the members of the family grew more and
more involved with what they were doing.
John and Carrie eventually joined with Susan and Jaime in a
loving foursome and Ike and Tricia led Nancy down from the stage
to join them ... after watching for awhile with approval.
Much later, John looked up from Carrie's swollen tingling
cunt ... a tiny strand of blondely curling pubic hair clinging to
his lips as he spoke. Around him the combination of naked
genitals and the ways they were locked together was an amazing
sight. Someone had hold of his cock but he wasn't quite sure who
it was.
"Well ... I must say he said huskily, "This has been quite a
reunion!"
THE LIVINGSTONS ARE A REAL FAMILY AGAIN! Epilogue
Carrie waved good-bye as Jamie and Susan's trailer pulled
away. Nancy was in the back and her son and his wife were in the
car. Carrie hugged John around the waist. She was wearing a long
hostess gown with a deeply plunging neckline, and her large firm
breasts were almost completely visible. They still felt tingly
from the kisses Jamie had given them before leaving.
"GOOD BYE DARLINGS ..." she cried, "SEE YOU SOON!"
"Bye Mom ... Bye Dad ..." Jamie and Susan called back. They
were on their way to New York to pack up their things in
preparation to moving to Livingston's. Jamie had decided to give
up the advertising job that was only giving him ulcers anyway, and
to help his parents run the resort.
Nancy jumped up and down at the window of the trailer. She
had never been so happy in her short life ... and she was looking
forward to living in the country where she would be able to run in
the woods and play in the snow when winter came. Her parents had
inquired about a good school for her in the area, and she had
already been enrolled.
After the trailer had departed, Ike and Tricia drove off in
their car. Ike had to get back to his TV and Electronic Repair
Shop, but he and Tricia had decided to spend all their week-ends
at Livingston's from then on. Ike finally felt that he was more
than accepted by his in-laws and he had gained the respect of his
wife ... which was even more important. A new tenderness had
sprung up between them because of this, and Tricia glowed with
happiness.
John and Carrie watched them drive off and finally turned to
go back into the house. "Well, John ..." Carrie sighed, "I think
we've done very well. I'll never worry about growing old again, I
don't think! Not as long as this insatiable old pussy of mine
holds out ... and you still love me!"
John smiled in answer and they headed toward the round bed in
Carrie's bedroom.
"You can have all of this old cock that you want honey, you
know that ...' he said as they crossed the threshold. "And any
others you want too. No sense being stingy about these things!"
Carrie touched the hard bulge of her husband's cock. "YOU
CAN SAY THAT AGAIN!" she said pulling him over possessively onto
the bed with her.
The End