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She was leaning back against the counter, one hand savagely twisting and tugging at her swelling nipples, the other with a full four fingers already crammed into her soggy cunt, watching the father-son performance. (MFmm, inc, ped, bi, oral, anal, beast) *** Author's Note: Dear Fellow Perv. This scene, in nearly every filthy detail, has been stuck in my head for years. Light on dramatic depth, heavy on the kink. I finally wrote it down so it can get out into yours too. Feedback and suggestions welcomed at kilroylj@gmail.com, and if you happen to be an artist of any kind and should do something visual with this, I'd *love* to see it. And yes, I have quite a few other, equally sordid, "memories" of this family that may eventually make it out into the world. *** Ryan was startled awake by the "thwack" of his morning hard-on slapping against his belly as he rolled over in bed. Reflexively, he reached down to grab his stiff teenage cock and feed it back into his little sister's mouth, where it usually already was every morning when he woke up. It wasn't until several seconds later when he still didn't feel the familiar soft wetness of her warm little mouth nursing on his cock, that he groggily sat up and remembered Rebecca was away for the week at their grandparents' farm. He grinned sleepily to himself, idly rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock and remembering how much fun he'd had making movies with them the last time he'd been there. So, no Beck. No problem - in this family, there was always someone more than happy to take care of a "problem" like his. Stretching with a yawn, the boy rolled out of bed and shuffled barefoot down the hall to the stairs, which he took two at a time as his still-stiff young cock bounced in front of him. The smells of coffee and bacon met him halfway down. His Dad was sitting at the kitchen table in his bathrobe, mostly hidden behind the pages of the newspaper's sports section. His Mom was bent over, sliding something into the oven - the strings of her bright yellow apron fell straight down into the tempting cleft between the bare round cheeks of her ass. The sides of her large hanging breasts bulged out, visible even from behind. She wasn't wearing anything else. She straightened up and closed the oven door just as Ryan approached. He pressed himself against her from behind, his cock nestling into that soft maternal ass-crack while his arms curled around and slipped under the front of the apron to slide over her belly and up to gently squeeze at her heavy breasts. She tilted her head back to one side and sighed softly, so he nuzzled through her long dark wavy hair and into her neck. "My, aren't you raring to go this morning! If it gets your poor old mother this kind of attention before breakfast, we need to send your sister off to the farm more often!" Rachel squeezed her plush ass cheeks, trapping her son's cock between them, and wiggled back against his naked body appreciatively. "Hold on just a minute there, Tiger. We don't want the bacon to burn." "Awww, Mom," Ryan groaned as he bounced his hips slightly up and down, fucking into his Mom's generous ass-cleavage. Rachel reached back and playfully swatted at her son's ass with a wooden spoon. He jumped back with an exaggerated yelp, his stiff needy young cock waving comically in the air. "Not that you don't look yummy, young man, and we'll certainly be doing something about that very soon," she promised. "But I really do need to finish with breakfast." She turned and grabbed a jar off the counter. "See? I even made fresh jam to go with the biscuits." She popped off the lid, and scooped out a dollop of raspberry preserve. Setting the jar back down, she pulled the apron aside and lifted one heavy breast, smearing the sweet berries over a dark, stiff nipple that stood in stark contrast to the pale blue-veined skin surrounding it. "Just a taste," she offered. Still rubbing his ass with one hand, Ryan leaned forward and slurped his Mom's entire aureola into his mouth, scraping his tongue across before nipping and tugging roughly at the thick nipple with his teeth. Rachel moaned, pulling him toward her with her hands on the back of his head as if to smother him with her pillowy breast, then pushed him firmly away. There was an audible "pop" as her nipple escaped his lips. "Patience, sweetheart, patience." She handed him an empty coffee cup. "Why don't you get me your Dad's cream?" "Mmmm, ok Mom," Ryan agreed enthusiastically. He took the cup, and walked back over to set it on the table where his Dad was still reading the sports section. Roger turned to the next page as he shifted slightly in his chair, causing his loose robe to fall open and exposing the thick cock already stirring against his leg. Without hesitation, the boy pursed his lips and drooled sloppily all over the tip of his father's cock making it gleam wetly before he slurped it into his mouth. Almost immediately, the kitchen was echoing with obscene squelching sounds as Ryan bobbed his head up and down on just the rapidly swelling tip, little dribbles of spit running down the shaft. Roger's eyes widened, and the paper fell from his hands to the floor as he looked down, his eyes meeting the boy's lustful gaze. "Damn, son, what's gotten into you? Your sister's only been gone a few days! Oh, fuck," he groaned, as Ryan abruptly moved his mouth lower to focus on his Dad's bloated balls. As the boy alternately drooled, licked, and sucked ferociously on the clean-shaven ball-sack, Roger shifted even lower in his chair and lifted one leg onto the table to give him easier access. Encouraged, Ryan started pushing his tongue lower still, probing at his father's asshole while hard cock bounced on his forehead. "Help, honey! Rape!" Roger called to his wife. Rachel had already given up trying to focus on preparing breakfast. She always loved watching her sexy family play, but nothing turned her on more than seeing her boys going after each other. She was leaning back against the counter, one hand savagely twisting and tugging at her swelling nipples, the other with a full four fingers already crammed into her soggy cunt, watching the father-son performance. Now on wobbly legs she moved across the kitchen, squatting to one side for a better view. The sight of her son's slender pale ass up in the air and his hard needy cock swaying underneath that sweet little hole as the boy eagerly lapped at his father's ass and balls, made her pussy literally gush. "That's it Ryan, get your tongue all the way up Daddy's ass - does that feel good, honey?" Both father and son moaned at once in ecstatically incoherent agreement. Drawn equally by the scents of bacon and sex, at that moment the family's black Lab trotted into the kitchen. Spotting Ryan on all fours, well-trained Buster immediately started doing some ass-licking of his own, swiping his long rough tongue back and forth over the boy's crack. Torn between the urgent need burning in her cunt and the chance to make such an already-hot view even more so, with a whimper Rachel took the hand already shining with her pussy juice and started using it to jack the dog's cock peeking out of its furry sheath to full erection. Like both of the other men in the house, Buster was always half-hard anyway and he didn't need much encouragement. Very soon her fingers were sliding around the base of an extremely swollen and veiny canine hard-on. Ryan had returned to slurping on the shaft of his father's cock, still drooling copiously, and was now probing with two curled fingers up into the man's spasming asshole. Roger still had a leg on the table, the other now propped around his son's shoulder. Looking over his cock-sucking son his gaze now met his wife's, as she knelt behind the boy frantically stroking the family dog's cock. They both had the same lust-crazed smile on their faces. For the first time since he'd dived between his father's legs, Ryan paused for a moment and lifted his spit-coated face. He too had that same lust-crazed smile as he looked first up to Roger, then back over his shoulder at Rachel. The grin grew wider as he took in the sight of his naked mother kneeling on the kitchen floor, heavy breasts wobbling, as she jerked off the increasingly excited Buster. "Is that for me, Mom?" In answer, Rachel reached up to the breakfast table with the hand that wasn't full of doggy cock and collected a fat dollop of butter on her fingers. The wicked grin on her face got bigger as she waved her greasy fingers at her husband's stiff slimy cock and declared "You just worry about finishing your chores, you greedy little cocksucker. Your father's cream, remember?" The boy opened his mouth and started to reply, but was interrupted by his father grabbing his head with both hands and firmly pulling it back down, re-filling the boy's mouth with cock and turning "Yes, ma'am!" into a garbled moan matched by both of his parents. Ryan didn't have the most talented tongue in the house (that was his sister Rebecca), nor the strongest (Buster), but his enthusiasm was unmatched. "Good boy," Rachel cooed, as she used her one-handed grip on Buster's cock to lever the dog far enough away from her son's ass that she could start smearing it with butter without the eager dog licking it right back off. Slipping first one slick finger, then two, then three into the boy's tight hole, she looked up at her husband and waited a moment for his eyes to uncross from their son's frenetic slobbering on his shaft. "How's he doing up there? Has our boy earned a little doggy-fucking? Buster's sure ready." The dog's back legs were bouncing so powerfully as he fucked into her fingers that she was having a hard time keeping her grip on the fat knot at the base of his angry red erection. Unable to resist, she dipped her head for a quick taste of the dew-spurting tip. Poor Ryan whined around his mouthful of fatherly prick, wiggling his ass at his mother in wordless desperation and making his own sadly neglected cock sway between his legs. Rachel let Buster's frenetic humping pop the dog's cock-tip out of her mouth, and with a final twist of her fingers to be sure her son's asshole was well lubed, guided the straining red doggy shaft toward its target. Seeing what was about to happen, Roger took an extra- firm grip on the back of his son's head. Despite the slick puddle of saliva pooling under his ass, he managed to keep himself from sliding off the chair, and his cock securely in the boy's mouth. Both Ryan and Buster yelped in pleasure as Rachel spread her son's asshole and the dog's cock slipped easily inside. It very nearly plunged straight past the swollen knot, held back only by the precarious grip of her fingers curled around the shaft above it. "Fuck, boy, fuck!" Rachel gasped, overcome by the nasty thrill as Buster's cock began frantically jackhammering into his young owner and sending rhythmic jolts of pleasure rippling up through the boy's body to Roger's well-sucked prick. Without thinking she let go of the dog's cock to shove as many fingers as she could into her boiling cunt, so on his very next stroke Buster mercilessly drove his knot through Ryan's ass-ring, locking his entire doggy cock inside. Ryan's eyes bulged as much as his cheeks, and he let out a strangled cry. "It's all in - your son just took the fucking knot in his fucking ass! Fuck!" Rachel exclaimed in proud disbelief. She regularly pussy-knotted Buster, as had little Rebecca, but none of the family had managed to take that much of the dog in their asses. Roger had been taking advantage of Buster's position hunched atop his son to lean forward and exchange a sloppy tongue-kiss with the panting beast. Now, sliding his hands down the boy's naked back he blindly explored Ryan's stretched-to-the-limit butt with his fingertips, verifying that it had indeed swallowed Buster's impressive knot. Roger had been on the brink of surrendering to his son's messy cock-sucking efforts since Rachel started greasing up the boy's ass, and just couldn't hold back any more. With an incoherent gurgle, he began pumping stream after stream of incestuous cum into Ryan's mouth. The boy's cheeks bulged and he gagged convulsively as he struggled to contain his father's load. Rachel collapsed to the floor on her ass, legs spread wide as she finally managed to cram her entire right fist into her sodden cunt as the other hand clawed at her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you guys that's so fucking hot, oh fuck..." she babbled helplessly at the sight of her son being so thoroughly ass-fucked by the family dog, while sucking off his father. She almost blacked out with the intensity of the orgasm that shook her entire body. Amazingly, the only one with the presence of mind to reach up to the breakfast table (using the hand that didn't have three fingers buried in his Dad's asshole) and grab the all-but-forgotten empty coffee cup was Ryan. Raising his head and allowing Roger's cock to pop free, he raised the cup and let the torrent of cum and spit in his mouth gush into it. When that slowed to a dribble, he used the edge of the cup to scrape in some of the sloppy mess all over his face, then started lapping catlike at the puddle under his Dad's ass on the chair and spitting it into the cup as well. It was a few moments before Roger managed to focus again, first on his son and the cup, then the still- panting dog, then his overheated wife. Knowing what all three needed, he gently took the cup from the boy and spoke loud enough for Rachel to hear. "Buster's going to be knotted up tight for a while yet, and I bet you're ready for a little attention, too." Then with an evil wink directly at his son, he added, "How about it, hon? Think you can use a little extra cream this morning?" "Oh, fuck yes," Rachel purred as her gleaming fist slipped back out of her inflamed cunt, leaving her sprawled in a puddle of her own. "You guys know what watching you two does to me - Buster joining in was just too much." After a lustful glance toward his Mom, Ryan winked back at his Dad and replied "Please Dad, please suck my cock - Buster's filling me up, and I'm gonna explode!" The boy honestly meant every word - his balls literally ached with need. But he talked it up just a little extra, because they both knew the effect hearing their nasty exchange would have on the already overheated Rachel. "I can feel Buster's jizz all over my balls, you can get some of his cream, too!" Roger let his legs fall down and slipped down off the chair to the floor as Ryan slumped down onto his forearms, keeping his ass high in the air. Buster started to turn, wanting to assume the natural canine ass-to-ass knotted position, but Roger gently held the dog in place on Ryan's back. "You stay right there boy, so Mommy can get a nice clear view of that hot puppy load oozing out of our son's ass and down his cock for Daddy to taste. That sound good to you, hon?" Rachel was again reduced to a moan as she wriggled closer and watched her husband roll onto his back, then carefully slide between the legs of both their son and those of the dog steadily pumping cum into their son's overflowing asshole. She couldn't resist reaching out to stroke her fingertips against Ryan's tight balls, then up to trace the ring of his stretched ass. Buster's balls were visibly pulsing, each time pushing another spurt of doggy seed deep into their son's ass. Roger lay underneath them both, pushing out his tongue until it *almost* touched the hanging tip of their son's cock. They both watched a slow steady rivulet of doggy cum course over Ryan's balls, down the length of his stiff hanging young cock, and form a tantalizing droplet mixing with the boy's own seeping juices before it fell into Roger's waiting mouth. Then another, and another. Some Roger eagerly let fall into his mouth, others he let splatter on his face, until it was as much of a slimy mess as his son's had been only a few minutes before. All of this while continuing to tease by barely touching the dangling young cock before him. Finally neither father nor son could bear to drag out the tease a moment longer - Roger abruptly swallowed his son's cock straight down his throat, all the way down 'til the fur on Buster's belly tickled his nose. Ryan yelped as the wet warmth of his father's mouth enveloped his neglected shaft, and Rachel leaned in for a loving suck at his smooth balls while she reached for the cum-cup - the boy wouldn't last long. "Mom, Dad, I'm gonna," Ryan started to warn, just as Rachel felt Buster's knot starting to slip free. She quickly fumbled for a slippery one-handed grip around the base of the still-spurting doggy shaft and as Buster slid sideways off of Ryan's back and it popped free, deftly angled it backward toward her husband's face. Roger was making contented slurping sounds, as the first full spurts of Ryan's cum began squirting into his mouth and jets of warm doggy-jizz splashed across his cheeks. He only released his lip-lock on his son's cock when Rachel slapped his cheek with Buster's and playfully reprimanded, "You *are* going to share, aren't you honey?" Roger contented himself with using one hand to jerk out the rest of the boy's load across his face and into the cup his wife was holding next to his ear, while she did the same with the dog cock in her other hand. The two swollen, oozing tips rubbed against each other as they both drooled into the cup. Rachel carefully managed to get both cocks into a slick one-handed grip and kept milking them - with that happening literally right in his face, Roger couldn't resist darting his tongue out for few last licks. When both dog and boy finally ran dry Rachel released Buster, who wandered over into the corner and curled up to lick himself clean. Ryan toppled over to lie on his back gasping for breath, and Roger levered himself up to a sitting position. Rachel used the now almost half-full mug the same way Ryan had before, collecting stray globs of cum from her husband's face, then leaned in and rewarded him with a deep, lingering tongue kiss. That position lowered her hanging breasts down onto Ryan's face, and he happily nuzzled into his mother's more than ample cleavage. Sitting up again (triggering an "Awww..." from Ryan as the soft weight of her breasts lifted off his face), Rachel held up the cup and dipped her finger inside, stirring the still-warm mix of man and boy and dog, husband and son and pet. "I think the cream this morning is too special to spoil by adding coffee to it. Thank you, boys." She raised the dripping finger, closed her eyes, and slipped it into her mouth for a taste test. "Mmmm - mature and smooth, but young and aggressive, too, with a hint of wild sweetness. Which of you has been at the pineapple juice again?" She took a delicate sip from the cup as she carefully rose from the floor and took a seat at the table. "Looks like we've spoiled breakfast." She set the mug down for a moment, and picked up the jam jar. Spreading her legs wide and lifting her apron up out of the way, she used her finger to smear a glob of the sweet sticky stuff across her puffy cunt, then swapped the jam for her well-earned cup of cream and smiled wickedly before savoring another sip. "Either of you boys feel like trying for brunch?" END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 76