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Incest Games 
by Jolene Homes (address withheld)

***

Oh what a perverted world this family and their friends 
live in. They're all about incest, pedophilia and 
disgusting sex acts. Ob boy, what fun! (MFfb, ped, bi, 
inc, voy, orgy) 

***

Chapter 1

The room was darkened by drawn drapes, and Lorena had 
stopped just inside the door, but she could see plainly 
what was happening on the bed, where her brother was 
jacking off.

Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at 
the boy's stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was 
moving slowly, lovingly, up and down upon it. Glynn was 
masturbating; no doubt about that. His balls were 
lifting and falling to the rhythm of his stroking, and 
she was surprised at their size, and at the length of 
his prick. It wasn't very big around... not compared to 
the two she had seen to date... but it was inches longer 
than either of those.

Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its 
pictures, and Lorena thought it must be one of those 
horny magazines young guys seemed to dig so much. It was 
turning on her brother, that was certain; his hand 
fondled his glistening shaft, and worked up to the 
lavender colored head, then stroked down to his balls 
once more. His pubic hair was a rich and shining brown, 
feathering his crotch and covering his balls with a 
shaggy fur. He was amazingly well developed for being 
only fifteen years old, she thought.

She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway 
pulse in her throat. The nipples of her tits lifted 
strongly and pushed against her thin shirt. She wasn't 
wearing a bra, and she'd sneaked into her brother's room 
to borrow a special sweater, without his knowing it. Now 
she couldn't leave.

Lorena couldn't even take her eyes off that sensuous 
movement as his hand slid up and down, up and down. He 
had something on his cock, she thought, and was sure of 
it when she saw him lift his hand to his mouth and lick 
it several times, wetting down the palm. Glynn was using 
his own saliva, and that was something she had always 
wondered about, how boys did it. It was easy for a girl 
because her pussy turned juicy right away, and when she 
slid a finger inside to feel around... 

Somehow, Lorena's hand had gotten down to cup her mound, 
to tremble there as her entire being seemed to 
concentrate, to fold in upon itself and the deep 
shivering began. Her pussy responded, but her hand would 
not. She wore jeans, and the material was too tight, too 
thick at her crotch, for her to get inside and start 
masturbating along with her brother.

She was drawn to him now. She yearned toward where he 
lay stretched slim and tanned upon the bed. They had 
always been close, getting along much better than the 
other brothers and sisters they knew. And lately, they 
had begun to develop a special kinship, because of the 
turmoil in the family.

But now... Lorena's fingers dug almost savagely into her 
crotch... on the bed, her brother's ass lifted and 
rolled, and his belly made sexy, bumping motions as his 
prick fed itself into his clenching fist. She took an 
involuntary step toward him, and fought herself to a 
standstill again. What was she doing? What did she have 
in mind?

Him. She had him in mind, and in her blood, and he was 
also beginning to come to a boil within the trembling 
damp lips of her avid pussy. He was her brother and she 
wanted him, more so than she had wanted the two other 
guys who had screwed her. If that was bad or forbidden 
or whatever the hell, Lorena didn't give a damn now. She 
wanted Glynn, and she meant to have him.

She took another hesitant step, wondering whether to 
wait it through, thinking that if he came and all his 
boyish semen drained from that interesting prick, then 
he might not have any left in reserve for her. But she 
also wanted to see what happened when a guy's cock 
exploded. She'd felt the onrush of cum before, but she 
had never watched what happened.

The choice was taken from her at that moment. Glynn's 
eyes caught the motion she'd made, and he looked up, 
stared right at her. He slapped the magazine down over 
his cock, his upper body jerking erect, his eyes wide.

"Sis! What the hell... how long have you... get the hell 
outa' my room!"

Her voice was strange in her own ears, strained, 
sounding kind of fuzzy. "Glynn... don't... I wasn't 
sneaking... " she moved toward the bed, her hand out 
entreatingly. The other one was still cupping her 
crotch. Lorena reached the bed and her knees gave way, 
spilling her upon it.

"Damn it! " he said.

She didn't know what she was saying; she hadn't 
consciously meant to say "darling," but that's what came 
out.

And it must have been the right thing, for her brother 
stopped bristling defensively and a flush spread over 
his face. "Lorena, you shouldn't have come in here 
without knocking. I'm not a kid anymore."

"I'll say," she agreed, and watched his blush deepen. 
Her hand was on his leg, moving up to his knee, and she 
murmured, "I saw what you were doing. If you... if you 
go ahead until you cum, will that stop you from... well, 
doing anything else?"

His eyes followed her hand, and he flinched when she 
reached his thigh and the edge of the magazine that was 
protecting his prick. "You mean... you? Sis, don't tease 
me. I never had a girl before. I've only done this, 
jacked off."

Lorena reached up and did things to the neck of her 
blouse. It slipped away and he stared at her freed tits. 
She felt her nipples more erect and harder than they had 
ever been, and the mounds themselves were swollen with 
this new, urgent need. Her lips moved numbly: "Do you 
like them? Do you like my boobs?"

"They're beautiful," he said. "Oh wow! Just like I 
always dreamed they would be, if I ever got a peek at 
all of them."

She swallowed. "You can touch them. Glynn. You can let 
go of that damned magazine and touch your sister's 
tits."

His hands moved jerkily, came up with the fingers 
outstretched. The magazine slid off his lap and she saw 
the beautiful hard cock spring erect once more. Watching 
him jack off could wait, she decided; there would be 
plenty of time for that kind of action, later.

Her entire being trembled when her brother's hands moved 
over her tits. There was a look of awe in his face as he 
cupped the mounds, as he pushed them down and allowed 
them to rise again, with their erectile nipples firmly 
against his palms.

"Beautiful tits," he said. "Strong and lovely. Man oh 
man, to think I'm really, really playing with them."

She couldn't wait. Both her hands moved up his thighs 
and her fingertips prowled into the shaggy forest of his 
brown pubic hair. Glynn jerked his pelvis, and his hard 
prick waved back and forth like a flag-pole in an 
earthquake. Lorena touched the base of his cock, 
caressed the furry balls in their wrinkled sack. The 
shaft of her brother's prick was throbbing; it was 
veined with twisting lines, and the skin was impossibly 
soft along its length.

The head of it was something else, still damp from his 
saliva, flanged and bluntly pointed, that intriguing 
lavender color deepening as she fingered over the knob. 
As she watched, a little droplet of clear fluid rose 
from the tiny mouth. And his fingers dug into her tits 
with an immediacy, an impatience that matched her own 
sizzling emotions.

She released his cock suddenly, her hands darting to her 
waist, snatching at the zipper of her boys' jeans. 
Wriggling her hips and kicking off her tennies, Lorena 
stripped herself, flinging away the panties, too. When 
she rolled over onto the bed with her bare legs 
churning, she was totally naked, and the slightest touch 
of her brother's skin against her own was electric.

Their eager bodies slid together, flesh on flesh, and 
she felt the long pole of his cock pressed tightly 
against her belly. Lorena's mouth sought her brother's, 
and finding it, locked avidly to his mobile lips. Jolt 
after bright, hot jolt shot through her body and went 
ricocheting around inside her head when their tongues 
met.

Wet and wild, they passed tongues back and forth, 
sucking and being sucked; their teeth clashed gently, 
and Lorena thought that Glynn was a natural cocksman, to 
know so much and to react so well. He'd never screwed a 
girl, yet here he was, so hot and strong.

Her tits worked across his chest, their nipples ultra-
sensitive. Her pelvis ground itself into his, and she 
lifted one slim leg to place it across his hip. Glynn 
pushed nearer, then, the head of his expanded prick 
pulsing hungrily, prodding at the hairy mound of her 
humid pussy.

Lorena reached for his cock, held lovingly to it for 
just a moment, then steered the spongy-hard knob into 
the entrance of her labia. Glynn shoved, and the head of 
it skidded from the hole itself, to slip greasily along 
the quaking pussy lips and on past the cleft in her ass. 
She fumbled down and took him in her fingers again, 
clinging powerfully to her brother's prick as he tried 
to pump it home.

"E-easy, baby!" she gasped. "Oh, take it easy. Here... 
let me guide it for you. Yes, darling; there... oh, 
there! Feel how wet and soft it is? Now push it in my 
cunt, Glynn. Take your time."

He said brokenly, "Sis... oh, sis! You're so hot and 
slick, it's like nothing I ever felt before... all juicy 
and like velvet. Man! I'm getting into my beautiful 
sister's pussy."

She felt the head thrust into her outer cunt lips, and 
knew the thrill as it penetrated, stretching the labia, 
as it came on into the next frail barrier and shoved it 
aside, also. He was into her snatch then, pushed the 
length of his long, hard prick all the way into her 
wetly grasping vagina.

Lorena knew a strange new sensation as she realized that 
the head of her brother's cock was pumping against her 
cervix, that for the first time in her young life, the 
cup of her womb was being prodded by a boy's prick. It 
was so much more thrilling to know that she was being 
fucked by her brother. Dear, darling Glynn; he had grown 
up practically under her wing after their parents 
started fighting. Now he was really hers, and she was 
his, in this marvelous intimacy.

"I... I feel your pussy around my prick," he panted, 
moving his belly into hers, backing his rod out almost 
to the head before shoving it deep again. "Oh, wow... 
sis! I always dreamed fucking you would be crazy, but 
never this hot and slippery and good. Oh... I'm going to 
cum. Already! I... I can't hold it off! I love you so 
much... AHHH!"

She ground her cunt around upon his plunging shaft, 
digging her fingernails into the smoothly muscled cheeks 
of his ass. "Go on, darling! Let it all go! Squirt your 
lovely hot semen into me, into your sister's cunt. It's 
all right. It's fine, baby."

His cum erupted from the flexing end of his hard cock, 
spewed forth a boiling stream of the wondrous liquid 
that both seared and soothed. Lorena met his hesitant, 
broken strokes, swinging her ass and humping her snatch 
to him, knowing the wet slap of her brother's balls. He 
was sweet and magnificent and adorable... and she rode 
the diminishing spurts of his semen as they splashed 
torridly into her shuddering pussy.

Clamping down on his embedded shaft, she held him still, 
her hands stroking his buttocks, her fingers dipping 
swiftly and tantalizingly into the furry crack and out 
again. Arms wrapped around his slim, hard body, she 
crushed her tits into his heaving chest and breathed 
into his ear: "Rest a minute, Glynn. You came too soon, 
but I loved it, anyhow. You were so hot, getting your 
first fuck, that you just blew off before you could 
control yourself. Next time will be better. I'm really 
slippery inside now, darling... all foamy and soapy from 
your semen in there. And next time, I'll cum with you. 
Oh baby brother... you have a simply gorgeous prick!"

Glynn nuzzled her throat in answer, his hands moving 
warmly up and down her back. "Wow, sis... that was far 
out. It sure beats jacking off, and my cock is wiggling 
around inside your crazy pussy on its own. I'll be able 
to go again in a few seconds; I know I will."

Caressing her brother's ass, Lorena squirmed gently upon 
his stiff prick, wondering at its continued hardness. 
The other boys she had screwed usually lost their hard-
ons right away.

She moved her mouth into his ear, used her tongue to 
tickle him there, pushing it right on down into the 
curvy little hole. Glynn heaved against her, twisting 
and turning, and she started to stroke on his buried 
cock.

Pulling his ass to her with both hands, she bucked her 
pelvis into his, rotated her crotch so that her 
sensitized cunt walls could enjoy every rubbing of his 
prick. Her clit vibrated at each sensuous touch, and she 
could feel her asshole tighten. Such a long, hard cock, 
she thought; a cherry cock, all for her. Glynn had been 
a virgin until a few moments ago, and he had never tried 
to take his prick out of his sister's jealous pussy 
since firing his first over-eager load there.

"Screwing you again," he breathed, his hands now with a 
powerful grip upon her ass. "Putting my meat up your 
pussy again, sis. Oh man... it's great, great!"

She said, "Fuck me, baby brother. Oh, fuck me until I 
can't breathe; you have the most beautiful prick ever, 
and I want it, want to screw it until I pass out from 
cumming. Glynn, darling... oh, pump it to me. That's so 
good!"

He picked up a beat, his slim shaft working in and out 
of the grasping confines of her wet pussy, screwing in 
his own semen, in the bubbling residue of his own 
ejaculation. Lorena knew the seeping of overflow, as her 
own lubricating oils mixed so copiously with her 
brother's cum. She pulled him more tightly to her with 
the gripping of her leg, and braced her heel behind his 
knee for a better purchase.

They bumped bellies, and Lorena felt behind her surging 
ass, reached through her thighs to find his swinging 
balls. She held them, squeezed them gently, fondled them 
as Glynn fed his stiff and rejuvenated meat to her avid 
cunt. Her brother was learning already, and starting to 
roll his ass, to grind it as he used his boyish prick. 
It was better for them both, slippery and juicy, teasing 
and deeply felt.

Lorena speeded up her rhythm, needing the hard meat 
deeper, faster, needing more of it in her inflamed 
pussy. Her clitoris was thrumming madly, and she began 
to feel the slight break in Glynn's thrusts, the faint 
jerking that signaled the swift approach of his own 
orgasm.

"Go, baby brother!" she gasped. "Oh yes, darling... fuck 
me hard and fuck me strong! Stick your cock so deep that 
I'll feel it in my belly. Oooh! Oh! Y-yes... Glynn! 
That's it, darling. I'm cumming... cumming... cumming!"

He was only a heartbeat behind the titanic cresting that 
broke foaming throughout her rippling cunt. Great and 
glorious, her climax swept her body, making her moan and 
twist, making her asshole knot itself. Glynn's semen 
hissed scorching into her snatch, another heavy load of 
cum that poured the length of her throbbing pussy, 
drowning her womb and flooding back to leak creamy and 
sticky around his root and down to her thigh.

Her nails raked his sweaty back, and her pelvis made a 
drumbeat against his hairy crotch. She loved her brother 
insanely, completely, totally now. No matter what else 
happened, they had each other.


Chapter 2

Glynn Johansen had a tough time keeping his eyes off his 
sister at breakfast the next day. And when she brushed 
her bare knee against his under the table, he started to 
raise an immediate hard. She smiled at him, and her eyes 
were warm behind lowered lashes. He thought there had 
never been a more beautiful girl, and the tightening of 
his belly muscles reminded him how hot and sexy she was.

But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, 
and he damned near choked on a bite of pancake. 
Swallowing quickly, he asked, "What? Me? Oh c'mon, 
mom... I'm sure old enough to take care of myself."

His mother frowned at him. "Yes, I suppose so. But 
there's the new pool in the patio, and you can't swim 
very well, you'll admit."

She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't 
seeing that now. She was pissing him off with that 
babysitter crap. Man! How old did she think he was... 
ten? What would she think if he could tell her he'd 
already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice?

"I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for 
help, "Dad?"

His father continued to read the paper. "Your mother 
makes all the decisions around here, son. It's been that 
way for quite awhile now."

Arlene Johansen flared immediately. "If you'd spend some 
time with these children... "

"Oh, for chrissakes," Eric Johansen mumbled, and 
retreated behind his paper again.

"Children," Glynn said in disgust, and viciously stabbed 
his stack of pancakes. He subsided only when his 
sister's knee nudged him again, not caressing this time, 
but warning him about something.

Lorena said, "I'd stay with him, mom. Honest, I wouldn't 
mind. But since you and daddy are going to see the 
lawyer, and since Glynn will probably sneak into the 
pool, the next best thing I can do is furnish a sitter. 
I'll call one of my friends. And I'll come back from the 
library as soon as I can. If I didn't have to get my 
term paper ready... "

Arlene banged down her coffee cup. "All right, all 
right. We'll probably be gone most of the day, so the 
sitter ought to be prepared for a fairly long job. And 
Glynn... "

He ignored his sister's knee pressure and said, "Yeah, I 
know. Be a good little boy." He winced when Lorena 
kicked him on the shin, but stared down into his plate 
as if nothing had happened. Damn, he thought; nothing 
went right around the house any more. He wondered what 
the hell Lorena had in mind... faking a sitter so they 
could be together again, so they could fuck some more? 
He dropped one hand into his lap and rubbed his 
hardening prick.

But while his mom cleared the table, Lorena went to the 
phone in the hall, and he heard her talking to somebody. 
Maybe she was putting them on, only pretending to make 
the call. If she wasn't he didn't know what she was 
thinking.

His father poured himself another cup of coffee and 
turned the pages of the newspaper. Glynn wiped up his 
final pancake with honey and gulped it down. Now he 
couldn't get up from the table; not right away, because 
his cock was threatening to split his jeans. He'd have 
to sit there until it went down.

Watching his mother move around the kitchen, Glynn 
wondered again how his dad could possibly leave her. 
Boy, he thought, his eyes following the long, sleek legs 
and the way his mother's butt moved beneath her short 
dress, that ought to be some piece of ass. Funny, he 
decided; he could come right out with an idea like that, 
since he had fucked his sister. He'd kind of avoided it, 
before.

But his mom was sure a sexy chick... tall and sort of 
regal, with big, high tits that jiggled enticingly when 
she walked. How could his father walk out on something 
like that? Glynn shook his head and fumbled around his 
plate, draining his glass of milk. His cock went soft 
quick enough when Lorena came back to say, "I got a 
sitter. It's Jean Marks, a wonderful girl in my class 
who needs the money. You'll like her, I'm sure."

Glynn said, "Aakk!" But his mother said absentmindedly, 
"Yes, of course. Eric... are you going to sit there all 
morning? You know very well what time the appointment 
is."

Glynn caught his sister in the hall. "What the hell... "

"Shh!" she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon 
the mouth. "Jean is a real fox. I'm doing you a big 
favor, young man."

"Huh?" he said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, 
quick caress of his crotch. He stood watching her, 
seeing the groovy way her ass moved in her tight jeans, 
knowing now the magic feel of that ass and the pussy 
itself. Beautiful and hot, juicy and eager to fuck, she 
was some sister to have. Glynn wanted to run after her 
and grab her tits from behind, so he could rub his 
stiffening cock into those shapely cheeks. He wanted to 
throw her down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so 
he could get his hand on that honey-blonde cunt again.

But of course, he couldn't; not right now. Tonight 
though, there would be no way anybody could keep him 
away from dipping his aching meat into that hotly 
clenching snatch again. He had to fuck her some more, or 
go out of his head. His balls were beginning to ache 
right now, and Glynn turned away so he could rub them.

The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though 
he scrubbed his body hard and toweled it just as roughly 
afterward. Staring down at his shaft, he fingered along 
its length, then dropped his hand quickly. No need to 
jack off now; he was fucking a lovely girl, hotter and 
sexier because she was his own older sister. Man, oh 
man; what tits, what an ass... and how her pussy kind of 
shut down on a guy's cock, massaging it until it came.

Glynn got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim 
trunks. Towel over one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went 
down in time to meet his babysitter. A sitter, man!

But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his 
towel. Then he felt like ducking out of sight, in case 
his legs were too knobby or something.

She was a doll. Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she 
was small, because she was all that but it didn't work 
out that way. Jean Marks had long red hair and a body 
like a miniature Venus and a bright, warm smile that 
reached right out and tickled his belly.

Jean said, "So you're Glynn. I've heard so much about 
you, from your sister."

All he could do was grin weakly and mumble stupid 
things; then his mother gave Jean instructions about 
watching him in the pool, and all that crap. He flinched 
when his sister went by, because she pinched his ass and 
said in a whisper, "Lucky guy."

Then he was alone with her; his mother and father 
followed Lorena out the front door, still taking cruel 
little cuts at each other, all the way to the Caddy. He 
pretended he was really interested in watching his 
sister drive off in her Bug, but he felt the girl's eyes 
on him. So he moved too quickly from the window and 
bumped into a coffee table before he could make it to 
the patio.

He went down the ladder into the shallow end of the pool 
and stood there uncertainly. Jean Marks stood on the 
tiled edge and looked all around the patio. She said, 
"Can't see a house from here, even; complete privacy, 
with all those bushes and trees."

Glynn muttered, "I guess," and wondered why he felt so 
uptight. After all, he wasn't a cherry anymore. He had 
fucked a girl, twice; now he didn't have to wonder how 
to make it, or whether his prick was too skinny. Lorena 
had loved it, she said.

He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his 
swelling cock; it was too easily seen in his trunks. If 
this chick wasn't so damned sexy looking, he'd be okay. 
But his sister had called him lucky to have Jean around, 
and that was pretty weird.

She was standing at the pool edge, and when she put her 
arms over her head to stretch, he could see the outline 
of her small but groovy tits, and the nipples 
themselves. She had on a thin halter and her shorts 
clung to every shaping and dip of her thighs; Glynn 
could see her mound, and his eyes were magnetically 
drawn to the cleft of her pussy.

Then she took off her top. His eyes bugged when she just 
whipped away the halter and dropped it. She said, "That 
water looks great, but I didn't bring a suit. You don't 
mind, do you?"

He swallowed some water and made a choking noise. "N-
no."

So Jean Marks stepped lithely from her shorts; she 
hadn't been wearing panties, and the curly red hair of 
her pussy gleamed brightly at him from between her 
flawless thighs. Her skin was very white, and when she 
moved down the pool steps, her entire small body seemed 
to undulate with a special sensuous grace.

Glynn stared as she approached him in the water, as the 
wavelets came to her hips, then to the pale mounds of 
her tits, and at last to the rosy nipples which were 
standing straight out. She neared him and put those fine 
little points right up against his wet chest. Glynn's 
cock struggled to tear free of his trunks, and beneath 
the water, Jean's naked pussy seemed to blaze into his 
crotch.

She held up her mouth to him. "Lorena said you screwed 
her, your own sister. I think that's groovy, Glynn. She 
knows how I like to swing with groovy people, so she 
called me to be your sitter today. I hurried right 
over."

Her lips were moving, trembling, and the darting of her 
hot, wet tongue was quick and penetrating. Jean's teeth 
raked his, and his hands felt over her wetly squirming 
body as she wiggled against him. When their mouths 
parted, she said, "Are you going to keep those trunks 
on?"

He couldn't wait a second longer. Last night he had been 
a cherry, and here he was, getting ready to fuck his 
second girl. Glynn couldn't believe his luck but he 
wasn't going to push it. Hurrying, he slid off the wet 
trunks, and his prick jumped out strong and long, 
nudging its distended head against the slippery belly of 
the eager girl.

Her hand discovered it, curled fingers around the 
pulsing shaft, and her smile was hotly knowing. "Nice... 
very hard and long. I think Lorena was right, that 
you're going to be a really far-out lover, once you get 
the hang of everything. Here, darling... "

She floated up in the water, held to his waist with one 
hand while the other played tantalizingly with his rod. 
Jean got her legs around him, crossing them at the 
ankles, and her delicious little snatch was right there, 
tilting up at him. He made a tentative humping movement, 
and she guided the throbbing head of his cock into 
position.

Soaked and tingly, the curls of her pussy tickled his 
cockhead as it started to push into the tight, very hot 
lips of her cunt. He took hold of her cheeks, the 
modeled and slippery cheeks of her well shaped little 
ass, and by spreading his feet on the bottom of the 
pool, Glynn could maintain his balance and shove. But he 
moved them toward the pool wall, anyhow, needing a 
better grip on things.

Floating, she wiggled and rolled her ass, so that she 
helped him get the head inside, and slowly, snugly, his 
prick worked into the scorching grip of her excited 
pussy. In it went, and by the time he had reached the 
wall and gotten her shoulders against the wet tiles, the 
shaft of his cock was buried to the root inside that 
tightly gripping cunt.

"Ahh, darling," she breathed. "That's good. That's 
terrific. Oh, how I love a good, hard prick! Use it in 
me, Glynn. Push it all the way to your balls and pull it 
back to the head... but don't take it all the way out."

"I won't," he promised, his voice thick and clotting in 
his throat, his shaft moving greasily in her snatch. She 
coiled around him like a pale white snake, wiggling and 
sliding, bouncing up and down in the water as he began 
to pound his cock home with more powerful thrusts.

She was smaller than his sister, and her cunt was 
tighter, and he dug fucking this beautiful, small girl. 
She plastered her wet mouth to his, and the hard nipples 
of her tits skidded back and forth across his chest as 
they moved and hunched together. "Give it to me, Glynn," 
she hissed into his teeth. "Oh, darling, feed me that 
wonderful hard meat! Darling, darling... you use your 
prick so beautifully... ahh! Ahh, yes! 

Good... it's so long, and I can feel it poking away up 
in my pussy... ahh!"

Glynn ran his tongue halfway down the girl's throat, 
grinding his cock deeply within the juicy hot cup of her 
pussy, stroking and driving, feeling his balls swing 
tingling through the water to slap lightly against the 
uplifted crack of her little-girl ass. He clung to her 
cheeks and braced his feet against the bottom, and the 
hammering movement of his strong, hungry prick grew 
heavier.

Her body was splashing the water, and her belly was 
rolling back and forth as she took the impact of his 
plunging cock. She bit his lips and threw her head back 
as she tore her lips from his.

"Ahh! Ahh, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch! Oh yes... I 
dig it, I love it... fuck me some more, more! I'm about 
to cum, you horny little bastard! I'm going to cum, to 
CUM!"

She stiffened out then, and her legs clamped violently 
upon his waist. Glynn kept pounding that shuddering hot 
cunt, continued to slam his rod home to the hilt as he 
felt the flexing of her vagina inside, and sensed a new 
lubrication oozing from the pussy walls. Pumping into 
the grip of that blazing pussy, his own orgasm built 
wildly within his balls, and Glynn felt the onrush of 
his semen as it hurtled up through the seesawing rod of 
his cock and swelled the head of it.

His cum exploded from the tip of his prick, and he came 
in a furiously boiling spurt of semen that filled the 
tight, shallow cunt with the bubbling cream. His balls 
leaped upward against the cleft of her rotating ass, and 
his fingertips dug into her slippery flesh.

Glynn's knees went a little weak, and he thought dazedly 
that fucking seemed to get better and better. Maybe no 
other chick would ever be truly as good screwing as when 
he put it to his own sister, but this hotly wiggling 
girl was good enough.

Slowly, her legs drifted down, but she somehow managed 
to keep his prick locked within her pussy as she stood 
tippy toe on the bottom of the pool. "Nice," Jean 
purred. "Very nice. Now we can climb out of the water 
and go over there to get in some real fucking. Can you 
go again this quickly?"

"Sure," he said, proud of his new strength and his new 
knowledge, and she let his stiff cock ease from the 
grasp of her cunt.

She went up the ladder first, and he was right behind, 
staring into the sweet red crack of her lovely ass. He 
came out of the pool with water pouring from his cock, 
and with a little creamy drop of semen still clinging to 
the head.

They moved to the patio, bare-assed and excited yet, and 
Jean turned to fit herself into his arms again. That was 
when Lorena Johansen came from the house, grinning 
widely and wearing only a wrap-around towel.

"You guys look fine together," his sister said as Glynn 
stared. "Mind if I join the party?"


Chapter 3

Lorena thought she had never seen anything so beautiful 
as her brother and the girl, naked together. She had 
come back too late to actually watch them screwing in 
the pool, but she knew they had. The look of love was 
upon them both, and their naked, dripping bodies were 
glowing with what they had just done.

"Maybe we'd better go in the house," she said. "Somebody 
could be looking down into the patio from the taller 
houses over there."

Her brother answered with a kind of strangled okay, and 
Jean smiled wickedly over a bare shoulder as she led the 
way back into the house, her small but shapely ass 
swinging seductively from side to side. Lorena followed 
them, thinking that she couldn't have done better than 
to bring those two together, Jean was always talking 
about how she was just about insatiable, that she loved 
to screw, and Glynn was getting started right.

But Lorena always knew what might have been a faint 
flash of jealousy. After all, he was her brother, and 
she had taken his boyish cherry. But a moment later, she 
knew how very foolish that was. If she loved Glynn, she 
wanted to see him happy, and if he was happy fucking the 
lovely little redhead, then she could only be happy, 
too, not jealous.

Besides, she was very interested in seeing him do it to 
her friend, and all excited about the prospect of 
joining them herself. Jean Marks turned in the middle of 
the living room and said, "Here, kids?"

"Why not?" Lorena asked. "I locked the front door when I 
came in."

Glynn was staring at her, and she could feel his eyes 
licking hotly over her tits, so she let the wrap-around 
towel slide down and expose them. Her nipples were hard 
and erect, and her pussy was throbbing softly between 
her thighs. He said, "You really want to join us, sis? I 
mean... screw with us?"

"I really want to," she answered. "I never did this 
before, either, but I'm sure we can work it out and 
ball."

"Oh yes," Jean breathed heavily. "This ought to be a 
wild scene for everybody. Oh wow."

Jean had such a beautiful body, Lorena thought; it was 
so modeled, every tiny curve exactly in place and 
tantalizingly shaped, the pale white skin flawless and 
silken. She dropped her towel the rest of the way and 
let her own body gleam nudely for them. Bigger than 
Jean, with different coloring and different shapes, she 
was just as firm, just as pretty in a sexy design of her 
own, and the look she caught in her brother's widened 
eyes told her so. She smiled at him, and at the erect 
pole of his long, slim cock. The boy had just dipped 
that hard shaft into the red-haired pussy over there, 
but he was ready to go again.

Funny, she thought, but she wasn't at all embarrassed. 
It seemed so natural and right that they share their 
bodies with each other, if that was what they wanted.

"You're really beautiful," Jean Marks murmured.

"Yeah," Glynn agreed, his eyes raking her from head to 
toe, seeing her snatch, the hard points of her tits. She 
thrust her groin forward for him, spreading her thighs 
just a little.

Nobody had ever turned her on like her brother; nobody 
had ever done such a wonderful job of fucking her, and 
Lorena suspected that they were just beginning to 
explore and understand the mysteries of each other's 
bodies. And there was Jean... ah, yes, Jean of the 
miniature body so wonderfully shaped; Jean who had been 
so open about seeking new sexual thrills. Was it bad to 
look at another girl's body and get excited? Lorena 
didn't know about that, only that she was stimulated as 
she had seldom been before.

Jean said, "You were right, Lorena; your brother has a 
wonderfully hard prick. I wish I had a brother like 
him."

"Be my guest," Lorena said, moving closer so that she 
could bring her belly next to Glynn's. Their thighs 
brushed, and she pressed against his cock, pushed it up 
between their bellies. It was long and round, next to 
her skin, and she could feel the hungry pulsing of the 
organ, as if it were about to demand she do something to 
soften it.

Her nipples dug into his chest, boring hotly there, as 
insistent as his prick was. Glynn's hands slid over her 
hips, caressing, and he said, "I still can't believe I'm 
so lucky."

Lorena kissed him, softly at first, then with an avid 
fury that thrust her tongue over his own and as far back 
into his mouth as she could reach. They rolled their 
nude bodies together, and their hands were everywhere, 
fondling and cupping, stroking and petting. Their breath 
mixed hotly, and she found that she was making sensual, 
thrusting motions with her crotch.

Gasping, she backed away from him, conscious of the new 
lubrication that was making her pussy oily inside, that 
was bringing little drops of warm dew to glisten along 
the cunt lips and among the curly pubic hairs. "Oh wow, 
Glynn. I could take it standing up like this, but 
there's Jean... "

Jean came to them, putting a small hand on each of their 
shoulders. "To share with, darlings. Look... neither of 
us wants to be disappointed right away, although I think 
that Glynn here could go all day, if he wanted. Sa what 
do you say we... you and me, Lorena... stretch out on 
the floor here, so that he can take turns."

Lorena stared. "You mean, screw us in turn?"

"Not all the way, baby," Jean grinned. "I mean he screws 
one of us awhile... without cumming... then the other; 
taking turns that way. Of course, when he has to cum, 
then he can just let it go into whoever he happens to be 
fucking at the moment."

"That sounds groovy," Lorena agreed. "Glynn?"

"Oh hell yes," he grinned. "Man, oh man! Dipping my wick 
into two beautiful cunts, one right after the other. I'm 
liable to flip right out."

Holding hands, Lorena sank to the carpet with the other 
girl, little hot waves of anticipation skipping madly up 
and down her spine. It was all so wild, so unreal; all 
her sexual fantasies were coming true, one at a time. 
She didn't have to worry now about how mom and dad were 
getting along, didn't have to feel the antagonism 
between her parents heavy in the air. She was being 
loved; she was loving, and the outside world didn't 
count against that.

The nap of the rag tickled the cheeks of her ass as she 
sat down, caressed her spine as she lay back, still 
holding hands with Jean Marks. The other girl's foot 
rubbed hers and made it tingle. Eyelids fluttering, 
Lorena looked up and saw her brother kneeling between 
her outspread legs.

Glynn was staring down at her pussy, the fingers of his 
right hand wrapped around the white column of his cock. 
It was the first way she'd seen that wondrous prick, 
since they'd both grown up, when he was masturbating it. 
The head glowed lavender and it was bluntly pointed; she 
could see the veins throbbing beneath the shaft, and her 
eyes briefly touched the sack of his down-hanging balls.

"You first," Glynn said. "You don't mind if my cock-head 
is still a little sticky from going off inside Jean's 
pussy?"

"N-no," Lorena answered hoarsely, "I don't mind." She 
was shaking inside and out, fascinated by the glistening 
drop of whitish fluid that dangled from the very tip of 
her brother's cock.

She was also crazily turned on by her hip touching 
Jean's, by the other girl's softly throbbing presence. 
Lorena glanced quickly over at her friend, and saw the 
nipples of the girl's tits standing high and hard, saw 
the deepness of the green eyes focused upon her own.

"Fuck him hard," Jean breathed, and squeezed Lorena's 
hand.

Lorena flinched when her brother reached down to caress 
her hips. His hands ran lightly and teasingly over her 
belly, barely touched her pussy, then stroked over the 
extremely sensitive insides of her trembling thighs. He 
said to her: "You're so beautiful, sis; I almost cummed 
just looking down at your cunt. Your pussy hair is so 
deep and thick, and I can see the lips kind of pouting 
out through the curls."

Glynn touched a fingertip to her labia, and Lorena's 
hips rolled in immediate reflex. He fondled her dewy 
cunt lips, tickled into the hairs around her ass, and 
she heard him catch his breath. Then his finger slid 
inside her body, feeling around within the tight, hot 
gripping of her vagina. She gasped as it went in to the 
knuckle, as the round length of it massaged gently 
across her stimulated clitoris.

"D-darling," she breathed. "Oh Glynn... I'm so hot I 
can't wait. Please... "

When he set the pulsing end of his swollen cock-head 
into the giving hairs of her pussy and pushed it down so 
that it kissed the hot, wet lips, Lorena clamped down 
hard on Jean's hand, and her left leg lifted to coil 
itself sinuously around the other girl's leg.

"So hot," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering, "so very 
hot inside my pussy."

"Here," her brother said, and shoved the head of his 
strong young prick into the hungry lips of her steamy 
cunt. It spread them apart, slid long and round between 
them, up into the pit of her vagina, up and up until she 
felt the marvelously soft sack of his balls came to rest 
in the cleft of her ass.

Head turned aside, she said to Jean Marks: "It's all the 
way up my pussy, so long and hard. Oohh... I love it; 
oh, how I love my brother's prick!"

Jean turned on her side, rubbing her leg along Lorena's, 
now able to press the twin mounds of her firmly molded 
tits into Lorena's shoulder. The piquant face was very 
close, and so appealing, the deep green eyes smoldering, 
the pink lips parted in damp invitation.

As Glynn began to stroke his cock within the confines of 
her shuddering snatch, Lorena did the most natural thing 
that occurred to her: she kissed the other girl's 
beckoning mouth. The lips were soft and tender, 
trembling against her own, and the little hot tongue 
darted into her mouth where her own tongue met it with 
consuming passion.

Her brother's breath panted hotly into her ear, and his 
hands took a grip upon the rolling of her hips, pinning 
them down for a long, conquering moment as he jammed his 
cock home to the hilt again.

"Uhhh!" Lorena grunted into the other girl's avid mouth, 
and shivered to the feel of Jean's hands when they 
started to caress the heavy tenderness of her swollen 
tits.

It was wild and insane, but her heart threatened to tear 
out of her chest with crazy leapings of joy, and her 
lower body moved in sinuously thrusting happiness as her 
pussy contracted and rode up and down the greased pole 
of her brother's cock. To be fucked by him, of all 
people, to be screwed by her very own brother, while 
another girl kissed her and played with the rigid 
nipples of her aching tits... this was all out of the 
world, so far out she hadn't really imagined it before.

Lorena let herself go, bit down lightly upon the other 
girl's lips and used her own hands to discover the 
textured shapings of Jean's breasts. She rocked upon the 
pistoning cock that moved so steadily and powerfully 
inside her gripping cunt, reveling in every move of the 
meaty rod, loving every tiny vein along its length, 
every miniscule bump and pore of the slippery skin.

She was loved, loved, adored in duplicate and who was to 
say it was wrong to love one of your own sex? Certainly 
not anybody who didn't even know how to love on their 
own; certainly not her mother and father.

Only her beloved brother with the steadily surging prick 
shoved up her pussy; only this gorgeous little girl 
whose tits felt so wonderful... only Lorena herself, 
screwing so wonderfully, churning her cunt around the 
now hammering cock; these were the only people who had 
any say-so over what they wanted to do, what they needed 
to do. For each other and to each other.

"Sis! Oh wow, sis! You're so hot and juicy, your cunt is 
just eating up my prick, oh... ahh... I'm cumming, 
darling. I'm cumming!"

With a last, twisting thrust, Glynn shoved his meat far 
up her pussy, and she felt the head of it bumping her 
womb, felt the wet slap of his balls in the crack of her 
ass. Her vagina vibrated strongly around his glans as 
her brother began to cum, as he started to shoot the 
essence of his heaving testicles up inside her snatch.

His hotly bubbling semen splashed against her cervix, 
flooded boiling into the cup of her cunt, soaking the 
clinging tissues of her vaginal walls. Lorena flexed her 
cunt around the embedded cockhead, and when she gave 
another long, sensuous gyration of her crotch on the 
shaft, knew her own orgasm as it came rising swiftly 
from the epicenter of her thrumming clit.

"Umm, umm!" she moaned, her mouth held captive by 
Jean's, her tongue curling and uncurling with the other 
girl's. Her belly hammered at her brother's pelvis, and 
she sucked upon Jean's lips while the waves of ecstasy 
roared throughout her pussy.

Warmly, she swam in a slow river that carried her 
through undulating curves of soft, sweet flesh, that 
bore her upon its breast, that yet somehow held her 
impaled upon the penetration of the adored shaft. Lips 
nibbled her cheek, her ear, and gentle hands manipulated 
the cones of her tits; Lorena lay relaxed and limp, 
unable to remotely imagine any better feelings, any more 
wondrous place than this moment in enchanted time.

"Terrific," Jean Marks said softly. "I never saw anyone 
screwed before, and it's terrific. Especially when I 
know I'm going to take that same great prick, in a few 
minutes."

Slowly, Lorena came back to the world. With some regret, 
but with more interest, she turned over onto one side, 
so that she could face the girl. When she made the move, 
her brother's cock slipped from the wet glove of her 
cunt. She felt its head leaking, and sensed the sticky 
trail of semen left across the inside of one thigh.

"Can I do anything, anything special?" she asked Jean.

The redhead sat up, her neat little tits bouncing. She 
smiled and said, "I'd like to ride Glynn this time... 
that is, if he can go again soon."

"Sure," Glynn said. "Just give me time to catch my 
breath, and I'll be ready again."

"Isn't he amazing?" Jean asked, coming to her knees and 
grinning fondly at her new lover.

"That he is," Lorena agreed, for her brother was much 
better than both the lovers she had known, and so ready 
to screw again, after such a short time between fucks. 
He was amazing, all right, and very, very special. She 
would give him anything he wanted, all he needed or 
craved or desired, no matter how far out his newly 
awakened sexual tastes might become.

They were all each had... besides a friend like Jean 
here; if they clung together, gave all they had, took 
all there was to receive, then what power could separate 
them?

Not their parents. Lorena would not allow that, now.


Chapter 4

Glynn heard his parents come home, because they were 
arguing about something the minute they hit the door. He 
pushed aside the book he had been reading, slipped on 
his robe and went downstairs to raid the fridge. He was 
hungry, and grinned at the idea of stoking up his 
strength again. It had been a long day, and the most 
groovy one of his life; too bad it had to end so soon.

There had been the swinging with his sister and Jean, 
all mixed up as he dipped his cock into one fine pussy 
after the other. It had been hot, wild and crazy, and he 
popped his nuts so many times that he was weak in the 
knees. But that didn't matter; he was young and strong 
and recovered quickly.

As he went into the kitchen, his father cut short 
whatever he'd been saying, but by the look on the old 
man's face, Glynn knew the argument was just starting. 
Why the hell couldn't they stop hacking at each other, 
he wondered. They must have dug each other once, and 
should be able to make it again, if they would only try.

His mother said, "Want me to fix you a sandwich, dear?"

"He's big enough to take care of himself," his father 
said.

"Sure," Glynn agreed. "I'll just grab a bite and get out 
of your way."

"You're not in the way," his mother said.

His father grunted, "Oh for Christ sake," and tilted up 
a can of beer to drain it.

Feeling stiff and awkward, Glynn dived into the 
refrigerator and took a chunk of cheese and a bottle of 
milk.

"Sit right there and finish your snack," his mother 
ordered. "I won't let your father drive you out of your 
own kitchen."

Glynn sat down and watched his dad slam out of the room; 
in a moment, he heard the tinkle of ice into a glass, 
and knew his father was at the little bar in the living 
room. "Mom," he said, "I wish you guys wouldn't fight 
over me."

Her smile was soft and a little sad. "It's not exactly 
over you, dear. 

It's more like a habit we've gotten into."

He saw that she had been drinking, too; there was a 
laxness around her mouth, and she was just a little 
careless about how she leaned over. Glynn could see the 
rounded top moundings of his mom's big, high tits as she 
bent to straighten out her stockings. Damn, he thought; 
a guy could lose himself between those fine, firm boobs, 
and for the first time, let his mind run free with the 
images that he'd so often crowded into the far corners 
of his head.

Man, oh man! A couple of years ago, his mother had 
brushed those tits against him, and he'd felt the 
burning of those heavy nipples right through the thin 
robe she had been wearing. He had jacked off in the 
bathroom, ideas running riot in his mind about fondling 
them, maybe even kissing and sucking on them. That time, 
his semen had exploded before he could catch the sticky 
stuff in toilet paper, and he had to clean it off the 
floor.

He blushed when his mom straightened up, but couldn't 
pull his eyes away from her lifted skirt. She was still 
fooling around with the stocking on her left leg, and 
his eyes followed her hands as she stroked up over the 
silken knee, up along the swelling of her sleek, long 
thigh.

Her legs were so long, tapering just so, and he got one 
magic, too-quick glimpse of the edge of her frilly 
panties before she dropped her skirt and cut off his 
view. Glynn shuddered slightly, his head reeling as he 
contemplated the juiciness of the forbidden treasure 
snuggled so enticingly there between the soft, full 
thighs of his mother's wonderful legs.

How the hell could his old man pass that up? He knew 
they hadn't been sleeping together for months now, ever 
since his dad moved into the extra bedroom. That meant 
that neither of them was getting any fucking, although 
his dad could very well be playing around on the side. 
But his mother was usually home, and Glynn didn't quite 
see her as laying anybody in the neighborhood.

It was an idea, though, and he thought more about that 
as she began to tidy up the kitchen. His eyes clung to 
the curves of her delectable ass as she moved, seeing 
the way her skirt caressed the molded flanks, how it 
dipped sometimes into the hidden crack of her buttocks. 
Maybe his mom was getting really frustrated, and she 
needed a man. With a sexy body like that, and the way 
she moved, all sensuous and kind of ready, she had to be 
a wild, hot piece of cunt. It was a shame to see it 
going to waste.

Glynn bit into the cheese and gulped milk, conscious 
that his well-used cock was beginning to rise beneath 
his robe. Did his father have a bigger one? Probably, he 
thought, the old man was a big, burly guy, and probably 
had a prick to match the rest of him, and although Glynn 
had sometimes wondered about that big thing being shoved 
into his mom's fine pussy, he had always pushed the idea 
quickly away in shame.

Now he rolled it around in his head, enjoying the feel 
of his thoughts, trying to picture his dad crawling 
between his mother's long, slim legs, trying to see what 
that gorgeous pussy really looked like, all curling 
hairs deep and rich, with the wet, pink lips peeping out 
shyly, eager for the first touch of the cock-head.

Glynn's prick throbbed painfully, and he crossed his 
legs to keep it quiet. Maybe he wouldn't dare think the 
way he was, if he hadn't already screwed his sister. But 
now he wondered if that was any different than fucking 
his mother. Lorena was a lovely, hot fuck, and he was 
glad she had been the one to technically get his cherry. 
He was a lucky guy, and loved his sister more, because 
they had shared their bodies. Could he love his mom 
more, the same way, if he was ever so lucky as to get 
into that marvelous, deep cunt?

The cheese was gone, and so was the milk, but he didn't 
want to leave right away. His mother was sneaking 
another nip of whiskey from the bottle that was kept 
hidden in the cupboard, away from the bar. Glynn ran his 
eyes over her back, lingering at the shapeliness of her 
ass. He'd give anything to snuggle up to that tempting 
pair of cheeks, to nudge his hard prick in between them, 
maybe bend it down so that it could slide between her 
thighs, slide wetly along those tickling pussy hairs, 
feeling the heat of her cunt lips, feeling the beautiful 
enchanted softness there.

She turned around then, and he fumbled with the empty 
milk carton, blushing again. When he looked up, she was 
eyeing him intently. "Anything the matter, dear?"

"N-no, mom; guess I'd better get up to bed."

"Kiss me goodnight, Glynn."

No matter how he tried, he couldn't keep his hard cock 
from touching his mom's belly. She had her arms around 
him, pulling him close, trying to gain some kind of 
comfort from him, and he was embarrassed when his meat 
thumped against her body.

But her lips were warm and damp, and she kissed him 
right on the mouth, holding the kiss longer than usual. 
It made him highly uncomfortable, especially since his 
own arms had automatically slipped around her lithe, 
slim waist, and now he was feeling the tantalizing 
softness of her tits as they flattened against his 
chest.

Glynn managed to break away, flustered and shaken, and 
caught his mother looking quizzically at him. He fled 
when she said something, not catching anything but the 
wondering tone of her voice. Oh wow, he thought... he'd 
almost blown it that time. Hurrying up the stairs, he 
scooted into his sister's room without knocking, and 
clicked the latch behind him.

Her bed lamp was on, and her body was outlined by the 
sheet; light spilled over her honey blonde hair and she 
looked very good. "Something the matter?" she asked.

"They're fighting again," he said, coming over to sit 
down on the edge of her bed. "Both of them are drinking, 
and when mom made me kiss her goodnight, I got a hard 
on. I'm sure she felt it against her belly. Wow, sis... 
I damn near freaked out."

Lorena touched his hand. "After all that good screwing 
today, you can still get hard? Does mom turn you on so 
much?"

He swallowed, and looked down to where the head of his 
hard cock was working its way out from the fold of his 
robe. "Yes."

"The same way I turn you on?"

He nodded. "Maybe even more. I mean, I love you sis, and 
I dig the fucking you taught me. I guess I'll always 
love you more than any other chick I get to screw, 
because we're closer. But mom... well, I've been 
dreaming about her for years, only I never came right 
out and admitted it to myself before."

Lorena nodded and stroked his hand. "I know, Glynn. I 
always had the same thing for dad, dreams and wild 
ideas. But I never thought beyond the dreams, until 
now."

He stared at his sister. "What do you mean?"

Her hand drifted along his arm and dropped down on his 
cock. Gently, she felt the head, running her fingers 
lightly over its throbbing bulb. "I mean, maybe this is 
the way we can make them stop working on the divorce, 
and stay with each other."

Glynn peeled off his robe and his prick sprang free and 
stiff into his sister's softly teasing hand. "I don't 
understand."

She wrapped her fingers tightly around his rod and 
massaged it tenderly. "If I can somehow get dad to fuck 
me and oh how I want him to do that! Then maybe I can 
hold him here, in our house. I mean, if he digs fucking 
me as much as I know I'll enjoy being screwed by him, 
then he won't want to leave, even if he's still mad at 
mom."

Glynn eased toward his sister, and she pulled him 
lightly along the way, flipping back the sheet with her 
other hand to expose her fine young body with the dark 
blonde hair crisp at her mound.

"Yeah," he said, "I see what you mean, but what will 
hold mom?"

Lorena slipped her hand down his shaft to cup his 
swollen balls. "You," she said.

Glynn drew in a deep and noisy breath. "Wow! You mean... 
somehow you get dad to screw you, and I somehow get this 
into mom's terrific pussy... and... but how, sis? How 
the hell are we ever going to manage all that? They 
might slap us silly, or think we freaked out, or call 
the cops, even."

She shook her head and lifted her upper body so that her 
tits almost reached the head of his cock. "I don't think 
so. Look... they're both hitting the bottle pretty 
heavy, and I think they're both really frustrated, not 
screwing each other anymore. If we can get them to 
loosen up and fuck us, instead, it's only a logical step 
from there to having them back together. I mean, they'll 
both be a little guilty about what they're doing, and so 
they'll be nicer to each other."

"Yeah," he breathed, his heart beating quickly at this 
new idea, "and if we can work it right, maybe we can get 
them in a tangle like you and me had with Jean today. 
That way, they'll get so hot they'll have to fuck each 
other again."

"Great!" Lorena said, and pressed his hard shaft between 
her tits. "But we can't screw it up by doing things too 
fast. Tomorrow night, they have to stay home and work on 
the property settlement. I heard dad say so this 
morning. That means we can help them get smashed, and... 
well, then I'll go crawl into dad's bed, and you can 
make out with mom."

Glynn felt the silken smoothness of his sister's tits 
along his rigid cock, and lifted his hands to stroke her 
hair. "So tonight... "

"So there's still the rest of tonight," Lorena said 
softly, "and I never did any of those things I saw in 
your books... not yet. I want to do them with you, 
Glynn. I want to eat you."

He shuddered when she dipped her face to plant a kiss 
upon the pulsing head of his swollen prick. "Are you 
sure you want to? I mean... "

"I want to," she insisted. "How else am I ever going to 
learn?"

Glynn spread his knees and straddled his sister's hips. 
He caressed her head gently as she began to lick over 
his cockhead, as the darting flicks of her hot, wet 
tongue sent electric jolts up his backbone. She was 
going to suck him off; it was finally going to happen to 
him, and he welcomed it with all the pent-up lust he 
had.

Slowly, she slid her mouth over the end of his prick, 
taking in the entire head. His fingers stroked the shaft 
and cuddled his balls, while her lips worked up and 
down. Glynn felt the marvelous suction develop, and knew 
the fondling of his glans by her busy tongue. The 
sensations were terrific, and his thighs stiffened as he 
clung to his sister's head for support.

It was like fucking, but different. It was being eaten, 
being devoured; it was pumping his cock gently back into 
her mouth and feeling it slide over her wet tongue, 
feeling it touch the roof of her mouth and reach back to 
the velvet cup of her throat.

Shivering with rapture, Glynn backed it out a bit, but 
her hungry mouth followed his rod, gnawing lightly upon 
its sensitive skin. He wiggled, and she drew him deeper, 
sucked him farther into the tickling heat of her throat. 
Lapping her tongue over the aching head, Lorena worked 
more feverishly upon his prick.

"Oh!" he grunted. "Oh, sis... wow... eat me up, baby! 
Eat my cock, chew it up, suck it out by the roots. Oh... 
ah! Sis, sis... I'm about to cum!"

She didn't try to back off, and made no attempt to dodge 
the semen he just had to let go. Instead, she sucked him 
harder, dipping in her cheeks and gulping noisily at his 
shaft as he fed it into her face, as he stroked it into 
the hungry cavity of her mouth.

Glynn came then, hunching his back and straining as the 
mighty rush of semen came pouring up from his flexing 
balls to gush like a hot mountain stream from the 
jerking head of his prick. Heavy and thick, the juices 
poured scalding from his shaft and flooded his sister's 
throat. She drank it down, pulled more droplets from his 
rod, sucked additional moisture into her body.

He dropped slowly over to one side, lifting his knee, 
and Lorena stayed with him, making love to his cock with 
her mouth, clinging to his balls; her hair spread over 
his crotch, and his fingers dug deeply into its silken 
luxury. His head spun and his breath was ragged in his 
chest.

At last, she let go, and allowed his still rigid prick 
to slide gently from the grasp of her lips. No semen 
smeared her mouth, he saw through blurred eyes, because 
she had swallowed it all. It had been a far-out 
experience, one that had his belly tied up in little 
jerking knots.

"Glynn," she murmured, kissing her way up his belly to 
his chest. "Oh, Glynn... that was wonderful. So 
intimate, so very close; it was like doing everything 
for you, and for me, too. I loved it."

"I did, too," he sighed. "If you ever get to do that to 
our dad, he'll climb the walls, I know."

Now she was at his throat, nibbling there, her tits 
moving back and forth across his heaving chest, the hard 
nipples prodding his flesh. When she moved up to kiss 
his mouth, he could smell the scent of his own semen, 
but he didn't mind. Lorena kissed him then, running her 
tongue deeply, giving him the full flavor of himself.

When she pulled away, she said, "There, darling. I have 
the best, the sexiest brother in the whole world, and 
I'm glad. Now let's talk about the plan."

With the passion dampened within him, at least for a 
little while, Glynn turned edgy. "I don't know," he 
murmured. "It sounds kind of kooky, now."

"Not at all," she said quickly. "Tomorrow night, when 
you have that great cock all hard for mom, you'll think 
differently again. I'm sure going ahead with my part of 
it, and if you chicken out... well, just imagine what 
you'll be missing. Think about mom, and her big, groovy 
tits; remember how good her legs look, and how her ass 
wiggles when she walks. Remember how many times you've 
masturbated and tried to make believe you were fucking 
her, instead of your hand. This is your chance, Glynn... 
your big chance. If you blow it now, you may never have 
the opportunity again."

"Okay," he said, after awhile. "You're right, I guess. 
And boy... you sure must want to fuck dad, or you 
wouldn't have come up with the plan in the first place."

"Women are more logical," she said, kissing him again. 
"So it's on for tomorrow night?"

"It's on," he agreed.


Chapter 5

Lorena had been busy playing bartender all night, and 
had watched her brother keep a conversational ball 
rolling as he stayed between their mother and father, a 
buffer so that their fight wouldn't really get started.

They had been surprised at so much attention from their 
kids, Lorena saw, and before the evening was over, 
everybody was more or less enjoying themselves. There 
had been only a few sly cuts, and even those lessened as 
the night wore on, helped considerably by the double 
strength drinks Lorena mixed.

Maybe her mom and dad felt a little guilty, she thought, 
especially with their kids so obviously trying to make a 
family type party of the occasion. They'd talked about 
rock music and how things were shaping up for the Fall 
school term, and about other kids, but the conversation 
steered away from what was on all their minds... the 
impending divorce.

If mom had said anything about who was taking over, 
about which one was going to get what kid, Lorena 
thought that the whole bit would have blown up right 
then and there. Neither she nor Glynn wanted to hear any 
of that splitting up crap. They couldn't allow it to 
happen, even if the plan failed.

But she was getting scared as the night wore on, and had 
to keep telling herself that it was going to work out, 
that her father had to feel the same way about her. She 
watched him and knew a thrill of anticipation as she saw 
him getting smashed.

If she hadn't made it with Glynn, if she hadn't swung 
with her own brother and gotten into that wild tangle 
with him and Jean, maybe she wouldn't have the nerve to 
try what was coming up. But she had to go through with 
it now; if she didn't, her mother and father would keep 
moving toward that damned divorce.

"Well," her mom said, "it's been a nice night, but I'm 
pooped, and drank too much of that juice. I'm going to 
bed. Night, kids."

Lorena noticed that her mom didn't tell her dad good 
night, and glanced quickly at Glynn. He looked away, his 
face down, and she threatened him in her head, because 
they had the plan already set. She was going into her 
dad's room, after he was asleep, and Glynn was supposed 
to do the same, only he was to sneak into their mom's 
bedroom. The way they had figured it out, dad would 
think it was mom snuggling to him, and mom would think 
it was dad.

If they didn't truly hate each other, then they would 
get it on, and just because they screwed didn't mean 
they had to call off all the legal machinery. Lorena 
took a deep breath. "I'll clean up," she said. "You can 
go to bed, too, dad."

Mom was already halfway up the stairs, her sleek butt 
swinging from side to side, those long legs flashing, 
when dad climbed out of his chair. "Might as well," he 
said. "Nowhere else to go."

He was so good looking, she thought, and moved like a 
kid half his age. Her father looked impossibly Nordic, 
with pale blonde hair and green eyes; he was six feet 
tall, and a well muscled 200 pounds, with no paunch. It 
was a wonder that women didn't fight over him.

Lorena didn't think that was the trouble between her 
parents, other women. It was just something that had 
grown sharp and ugly over the years, like a sickness. 
But if they wouldn't do anything about it, the kids 
would. Sneaking a drink behind the bar, Lorena felt the 
stuff burn all the way down. She needed a little extra 
courage, but before she could pour herself another shot, 
she looked up and saw her father watching.

"You're a good kid, Lorena," he said. "Some guy is going 
to be mighty lucky."

"Thanks, dad."

Into an awkward silence, Glynn said: "I'm hungry. I'll 
grab a bite to eat and be up later."

They saw their father climb the stairs heavily, swaying 
a bit, and when he was out of sight Lorena hissed: 
"Later, hell! Don't you dare cop out now. Here, take a 
drink with me, and I'll go upstairs in a few minutes, 
after he's had time to fall asleep."

She and her brother downed some whiskey, both making 
faces and shuddering at the taste. Lorena felt the 
warmth spreading in her tummy and moving down her legs, 
but she didn't need any more alcohol. She was keyed up 
and alert now, fighting down the hot trembles that raced 
over her taut flesh from time to time.

Glynn said, "You're really going to do it."

And she answered, "Right on... and you'd better do it, 
too... or you'll be back to jacking off. I'll never 
screw you again, and that's a promise."

"Okay," he said, surrendering. "I guess I'm just scared 
shitless."

"Me, too," she admitted, and patted his arm. "But this 
is our big chance, Glynn, maybe the only one we'll ever 
have, to stop that damned divorce. Help me clean up 
here, and concentrate on how it will be, sneaking into 
bed and feeling up mom's great body."

She thought about her father's body, big and hard, and 
wondered if the hair in his crotch was as pale as the 
light blonde of his head. She wondered if his penis 
would be big in comparison to Glynn's, and to the two 
other boys she had screwed. A pulse in her throat beat 
wildly as she tried to picture a really large cock and 
what it would do inside her eager pussy.

Her throat was tight as she said, "It's time. I... I'll 
go up first and take a quick shower, then sneak into his 
room. You do the same in mom's room."

Her brother said, "Yeah, sis. Funny thing... I have a 
hard on, but it's as much from thinking of you and dad 
fucking, as for me and mom."

Lorena kissed him, pressed the pulsing length of her 
body to his, and felt the erect staff of his prick 
against her belly. She rolled her hips and ground her 
pelvis into it, but laughed and pulled swiftly away. 
"Save it for mom. Okay, here I go."

Bathing quickly in her shower, Lorena scented her body 
with her favorite perfume, a sexy, clinging odor. She 
dabbed it on the hard nipples of her tits and in her 
freshly shaven armpits, then drew a line down her 
trembling belly to the deeply curling hairs of her 
pussy. Would he like her? Would he think she was a fine, 
hot piece of ass? Oh, she hoped so. She had wanted him 
to fondle her for years, to feel his hands on every part 
of her aching body.

Lorena put on her only sexy robe, then pulled it off and 
simply wrapped a bath towel around her body. She could 
always scoot out in a hurry, if things didn't work out, 
but she closed off her mind to that possibility. It was 
going to be all right, she just knew that.

But her knees were shaking when she softly turned the 
knob of his door and let herself into the totally dark 
room. Standing still, trying to adjust to the deep 
blackness inside, Lorena's nostrils flared at the subtle 
odors of man... shaving lotion, leather, tweed, man-
sweat.

She heard him turn on the bed, heard his heavy breathing 
and knew he was asleep. Forcing her legs to obey, she 
moved step by faltering step across the room to the big 
bed and sank down upon the edge of the mattress, her 
heart threatening to explode.

He was under the sheet, and she carefully lifted it to 
slide her legs beneath the covering. When her weight was 
on the bed, when the bath towel was dropped upon the 
floor and she was head to foot naked in the same bed 
with her daddy, Lorena's mind gave an exultant leap. She 
was halfway home, moving into a lifelong dream that 
wasn't a dream now, but something very real.

Turning onto her left side, Lorena eased out a hand, 
felt toward the warmth and bulk of her father's body. He 
didn't move when she touched his chest, and she let her 
fingers rest lightly upon the hairy expanse of it, 
moving up and down with the rhythm of his breath. 
Daringly, she allowed her hand to drift downward as he 
lay upon his back, and felt very gently into the curving 
of his belly.

She shivered then, for a fingertip had brushed against 
something else, a softness lying limply against his 
pelvis. The head of her daddy's cock! Would he feel that 
and awaken? Breathlessly, she waited, but he didn't 
move. Lorena grew braver and took the flaccid thing in 
her hand.

It was very big, she discovered; even in this comatose 
state, her father's prick was long and thick and for a 
moment she knew a thrill of fright. What if it was too 
big, and she couldn't take it into her small pussy? 
Would it hurt, ripping and tearing her delicate vagina? 
Or would she be able to stretch herself around it?

Caressing the dormant meat, she felt it growing slowly, 
almost imperceptibly heavier beneath her touch. The head 
of it began to swell, expanding continually until she 
thought that it might never stop. The shaft thickened 
and veins writhed along its impossible length as blood 
gorged there. It filled her hand and she thought dizzily 
that no man's prick could actually be so big.

But there it was, a mighty engine of sex moving under 
her fingers, lifting to its full and majestic size. She 
was afraid, and her hand dipped to the hairy sack below, 
to probe the balls that were filling with fluids. They 
were huge, too, and she wondered how much semen they 
could pump, wondered if his ejaculation would be 
something like the release of a fire hose.

"Uhh," her father muttered, and she jerked her hand away 
as if his cock was a burning pole. He rolled over, 
turned on his side facing her, and one big arm came out 
and down across her body.

Heart racing, she lay quietly as his warm breath fanned 
her face, but he was still sound asleep. Only now, his 
gigantic glans was shoved against her tummy, and she 
could feel the velvet texture of the head on her skin. 
There was something else... a vague stickiness that she 
recognized as the same kind of pre-seminal fluid that 
oozed from her brother's prick before they fucked.

Her own pussy was damp, throbbing with a deep-seated 
need that only this man's cock could ease, and her fears 
departed. The nipples of her tits were so swollen that 
they pained, and it seemed as if the breasts themselves 
had grown with her desire. Lorena lifted her left knee 
high and placed it carefully down upon her daddy's 
sleeping form.

Inching forward, she pushed the sizzling mound of her 
snatch against the base of his cock and luxuriated there 
for long, rapturous moments. But the urgency to be 
fucked was raging within her excited cunt, and she 
adjusted her position, sliding upward until she could 
feel the mammoth head of the prick nestling against her 
pubic hair.

Lorena's right hand probed down and gripped the shaft, 
just below the flanges of the cockhead. Shaking all 
over, she urged her cunt lips to it, while her hand 
guided the blunt glans tip into the steaming labia. Wet 
and slippery, her pussy lips received the big knob, and 
Lorena pushed down with her crotch. So big, so big... 
but her cunt was avid, and when she wiggled a little, 
the head began to slowly but surely penetrate.

She moved her hand to the cheek of her father's firm 
ass, holding there as her pussy struggled to take in the 
huge bulb of his prick.

Drawing him closer, slipping her right hand under his 
neck, she pulled her crotch tighter to him and bore down 
heavier, forcing the head of his cock deeper and deeper 
into the hot and hungry stretching of her pussy. It went 
on, bored inside the elastic barrier of her giving 
labia. Lorena felt the inner lips spreading wide, and 
with one more hard shove, she suddenly had the knob 
inside her vagina.

Oh, it was good! It was marvelous, terrific, and she 
rolled her ass to drive the thing ever deeper. The thick 
shaft followed easily, and then it was home, then it was 
buried inside her expanded cunt. Up to the roots, up to 
the hilt it went, thrilling and lovely. She knew the 
hairy caress of his full balls as the crack of her ass 
snugged them close, and gasping, she drew her daddy's 
face down to press his mouth to a nipple.

Lorena wiggled slowly, in ecstasy, upon the huge prick 
now jammed in her pussy. She was packed tightly with the 
beautiful meat, filled to capacity by the gorgeous shaft 
that prodded against the entrance to her cervix. Her 
entire belly seemed to be crammed with cock and that was 
just how she wanted it, because it was her own daddy's 
cock... thick and hard, long and powerful.

It slipped back and forth as her love oils greased it 
more, and every short stroke caressed her clit, sending 
blazing excitement throughout her body. Then Lorena 
flinched as her father's mouth opened to suck in her 
nipple, as his tongue licked hotly over the sensitive 
nub. His arms came around her and his crotch surged 
strongly against her own, thrusting his prick solidly 
home.

"Ooohh!" Lorena gasped as the force of the thrust shook 
her entire body.

Her daddy said around her tit, "So you couldn't hold off 
any longer. You needed this big prick, didn't you? 
Here... and here... take it, Arlene!"

He was awake, she realized in shock. Her father was 
awake, but thought he was fucking her mother. Lorena was 
her own mom at that crazy moment, writhing and bucking 
to take the mighty hammering of her husband's cock. But 
she was Lorena, too... and fucking on her own, giving 
savage twists and heaves when the gigantic cock bored 
deep, chasing after it when it backed off for another 
stroke.

Her left heel dug into the hairy valley of his ass to 
give her a better grip and more leverage. She dug sharp 
nails into his muscled back, too, and to keep him from 
recognizing who she was, burrowed her face into the 
matting of his chest. Lorena bit gently into the hairy 
flesh, tasting the flavors of his skin, tasting the 
spices of her father's body.

Head spinning, sucking for air, she fucked him with a 
maddened and furious abandon, gyrating her belly and 
banging her pelvis into his. "Ooohh!" she moaned. "Oh... 
ahh! Oh yes, yes... I... I'm going to cum! I can't hold 
off any longer... ahh... oh... OH! Cumming... I'm 
CUMMING!"

He fed the glorious meat into her shuddering cunt with 
quick, hard thrusts, grunting as he did so: "You bitch! 
You hot assed, horny bitch! You love to fuck... love to 
fuck me. AHH! I'm letting it go into you... letting it 
all go!"

Her orgasm crested sweetly over her squirming body, 
fluttering deeply within her filled cunt, spasming out 
from the complete stimulation of her clitoris. Lorena's 
asshole snapped tight as a released rubber band, and it 
was at that climactic moment that she felt the roaring 
discharge of her father's embedded prick.

Hot and jetting, the semen pounded wetly against her 
womb and spurted strongly over the walls of her flexing 
vagina. Her daddy's cum was a geyser that bathed her 
pussy from one end to the other, that drowned her 
undulating pussy in the boiling cream forced up from his 
leaping balls.

She must have fainted, because the next she knew, she 
was trying to swim up from a deep pool of warmth, from a 
lovely depth of ecstasy. Eyes blurred, she protested 
weakly when the wonderful prick was withdrawn slowly 
from the jealous gripping of her inflamed pussy. She 
felt the hot and sticky wetness along her thigh as an 
overflow of semen followed the head.

Somehow then, she was on her back, sucking for air, her 
entire body throbbing with joy, her cunt twitching 
inside as the cum soaked into its tissues. Dimly, she 
heard his voice, and wanted to tell him she loved him, 
loved him. But he was saying something, shaking her... 
and then there was a burst of light that hurt her 
eyeballs.

"What? Damnit... I thought... no, I knew you weren't 
Arlene. B-but I never had any idea... oh hell. What are 
you doing here, baby? What made me rape my own little 
girl?"


Chapter 6

Glynn wasn't used to whiskey. He'd only had three beers 
in his life, and the drink he'd taken with his sister 
was a fire in his belly. He wanted another one, but 
didn't dare swallow it because he might get too smashed 
to go upstairs. And Lorena hadn't been putting him on 
when she said she'd never screw him again, if he didn't 
help her with the plan.

He couldn't hack that, couldn't go back to jacking off, 
after he'd fucked his sister and her friend a couple of 
times each. And the blow job that Lorena had given him 
last night... that had almost melted his backbone. It 
was everything he had ever dreamed of, and now he was 
anxious to taste her little pussy.

He looked up the stairs. It was quiet up there, and his 
sister had been out of the shower for a long time. For a 
second, he thought she might have given up on the whole 
thing and gone to bed by herself. Then he knew better; 
Lorena was pretty stubborn, and when she set her pretty 
head to something, she carried it through.

That meant he had to go try out his part. There was no 
noise up there, nobody yelling, although once he thought 
he had heard low voices murmuring. So his sister must 
have gotten away with her imitation of their mother; 
Lorena must have already fucked the old man.

Oh wow, he thought, reaching down to touch the ultra-
hard prick that was threatening to split itself in his 
jeans. Lorena and dad; his sister all naked and hot, 
taking his dad's cock into her wiggling pussy... the 
image made him squirm. He'd like to see that.

Glynn climbed the stairs, his hard cock bulging, his 
hands shaking a little when he reached the second floor. 
He went into the bathroom he shared with Lorena, peeled 
out of his clothes and took a shower. The hot water and 
soap made his shaft ache even more, and he climbed out 
of the enclosure to dry himself off. Putting on his 
beat-up old terrycloth robe, he walked barefoot down the 
hall and paused at the door to his father's room.

Pressing his ear to the panel, he could barely make out 
the whispering inside, and drew back quickly. Lorena had 
scored, that was certain; she was talking with the old 
man now, and nobody was raising hell. That left the next 
move up to him, so he went on to his mother's bedroom 
and quietly opened the door.

The bedside radio was playing softly, and its dial light 
was the only light in the room. Stepping inside, he 
closed the door behind him and saw the shape of her 
body. She was lying on top of the covers, stark naked 
from head to toe. Taking a deep and steadying breath, he 
shed the robe and moved carefully toward the bed, his 
heart pounding.

All these years, he thought... ever since he was big 
enough to know what to do with his cock, he had had a 
thing for his mom. She was so damned beautiful, so sexy, 
and there was a special bitchy look around her eyes that 
made a guy think she would really go wild when a piece 
of meat was put to her box.

Glynn had started peeping early, looking to catch a 
glimpse of his mother's big, glorious tits, trying to 
see up her dress. He had hoped to catch her naked in the 
bathroom some day, but she always locked the door.

And a couple of times, he had heard them screwing, his 
mom and dad, heard the squishy noises of a man's prick 
moving in a woman's hot, juicy pussy, heard the moaning 
his mom made and the panting of his old man as they 
fucked. Both times, he had rushed into the bathroom and 
closed his eyes, trying to picture the scene, while he 
beat his meat and pretended that it was him in there 
between his mother's surging white thighs.

Now he was standing over the bed where his mom was 
asleep, smashed on whiskey. He was staring down at the 
delectable body spread so innocently and unknowing for 
his eyes, and Glynn wished that the light was better, 
that he could see every gorgeous detail of that magic 
flesh.

She had one knee lifted as she lay on her back and the 
dim light played over the heavy cones of her tits, but 
when he looked on down the sweep of the magnificent 
body, he couldn't make out her pussy, only the general 
shape of the dark mound hidden in shadows. But he could 
stare to his heart's content at the beauty of her legs, 
so long and molded; he could gaze hungrily at the melons 
of her firm, tip-tilted breasts, and he drank in the 
sights.

Glynn thought of how many times his old man must have 
seen her like this, of how many times... thousands, 
maybe... that his father had crawled over on top of that 
beautiful body and fitted himself between those soft 
pale thighs. Glynn's prick pulsed, and he soothed it 
with his hand, gripped it as he began to move like a 
robot to the bed where the most unreachable, the most 
forbidden, object of all his sexual fantasies lay.

Cautiously, he eased his weight upon the bed and lay 
down on his side, his breath hanging in his tight throat 
and blood drumbeating in his ears. He listened to her 
breathing, and now that he was near, could see the 
smudge of her black lashes lying against her cheeks. She 
was so lovely, so desirable, that the closeness of her 
was like a sharp knife in his guts.

He was going to fuck her. A jolt of knowledge jumped 
inside his head as he knew that, for the first time, 
really knew it. He was at last going to fuck his mother. 
The impending divorce, the plan he and his sister had to 
stop it, even the screwing he had shared with Lorena and 
Jean... all paled beside the fact that he was about to 
put his meat into his mom's precious cunt.

No matter what the hell happened, no matter if the whole 
world blew up in Glynn's face, he was now determined to 
fuck that dream pussy, if he died for it afterward. She 
might wake up and scream, but he would cover her mouth; 
she might kick, but he would force his way in between 
her flashing legs. He was too close now, and the 
greatest prize of all was within his reach.

Reaching out one uncertain hand, he put it softly upon 
her tit. She stirred, but the rhythm of her breathing 
didn't break, so he cupped the wondrous mound gently and 
rolled the long nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 
She felt spongy and firm, felt fabulous and wild, and he 
pressed down, knowing the give of the breast, allowing 
it to spring back so that the nipple hit his palm.

Sliding over, Glynn lowered his mouth to the nipple, and 
licked over it. It tasted like honey, like love, tasted 
like all the dreams that had ever raced around inside 
his head. Drawing the resilient nub into his teeth, he 
chewed delicately upon it, then sucked it hungrily. His 
mom didn't move, deep in her alcohol-ridden sleep, so he 
opened his mouth as wide as he could, and tried to take 
the entire sweet tit into it.

His hands strayed down, sliding tenderly over her rib 
cage, down to the satiny planes of her stomach, and 
parted to caress the padded shapings of her hip-bones. 
Only then, with the flavor of her breast perfumed in his 
mouth, only then did he dare to move one hand on down to 
the taboo place, to her pubic mound.

It was rich and warm beneath his fingertips, the black 
hair piled kind of crisp and crinkly against his palm. 
There seemed to be a special kind of life in it, and 
Glynn shuddered as he fondled the thick, furry bush. One 
finger eased into the clinging excitement of the pubic 
hair and discovered the smoothness of her pussy lips.

Lingering there, Glynn stroked the velvet soft lips, ran 
his finger slowly up and down them, trying to imprint 
the shape and feel of them forever upon his feverish 
brain. His mom's cunt; his lovely mom's pussy, his daddy 
had pumped the meat into it, and now he was caressing 
the fantastic snatch himself. He was feeling up his 
mother's pussy, and it felt like satin, silk, all downy 
and cottony, all hot and tickly.

Glynn nudged his cockhead over so that it touched her 
thigh, and another flash of erotic pleasure shot through 
him at the contact. She was so warm, so ripe and 
shapely, and he moved his prick up and down the full 
perfection of her thigh, from hip to the knee. His 
finger hesitated against her labia, then began, of its 
own accord, to work gently inside.

The tip was in her, in his mother's cunt lips, and the 
heat it found there was succulent, an alluring inner 
warmth that moved right up his wrist, on up his arm. His 
mouth was dry now, and he took it from the opulence of 
her tit, breathing harshly, his brain whirling with keen 
excitement. His finger probed deeper, moved on up into 
the wetly clinging grip of the pussy itself, until it 
was buried to the knuckle.

For awhile, Glynn just lay there with his rigid prick 
thumping against the velvet flesh, holding his finger 
full length inside the most fascinating cunt he had ever 
thought about. She felt impossibly soft and rich inside, 
hot and slippery with a special lavishness that shook 
him to the core.

He couldn't wait any longer, or his throbbing cock would 
spurt semen over her thigh; his balls ached with the 
pressure that had built up within them, and he was 
wildly turned on by the thought that very soon, he would 
let go his load deep within the treasured confines of 
his mom's pussy.

Removing his finger from the gripping of the enfolding 
tissues there, he stroked the abundantly haired pussy 
again, before lifting to his knees and crawling around 
to poise himself between her out flung legs. Glynn 
couldn't resist running both hands over those enticing 
legs, so that his palms and fingers would forever 
remember them. They were so long, sleek and lovely and 
slim. Smooth and graceful, they were the sculptured 
gateway to his personal paradise; he moved on his knees 
between them, using his hands to spread them even more, 
to open the hairy target of her crotch to him.

Bending, he caught the rise of a fragrance from her 
cunt, a spicy, musky, stimulating perfume that was his 
mother's womanly essence. She moved then, mumbled 
unintelligible words in her sleep, and crossed one arm 
over her eyes. Transfixed, he crouched without motion 
for what seemed forever, until the urgency in his balls 
pushed him on.

Glynn was beyond stopping now. If she came to and 
screamed, he meant to fuck her anyhow, even if he had to 
fight her off the bed and down onto the carpet. 
Trembling, he used one hand to steer the flexing head of 
his prick into the shadowy bush of her mound, and when 
the tip of it pressed into the crinkly hairs, fought 
down the need to let it go all over her pussy.

But it was hotter inside, unbelievably rich inside, and 
he had to get there. Slow and easy, Glynn hunched his 
belly forward, and helped his prick with his hand. It 
shoved into the slick lips, slid thrillingly into them 
as they stretched to admit his cockhead. Not slow now, 
but driven by his inflamed passions, Glynn gave a jab 
that sank his prick into his mom's cunt.

All the way inside that enchanted pussy, it went, into 
that sizzling hot snatch that his daddy had fucked so 
many times and that was now, at last, his.

He shuddered as it went home, as his iron-hard prick 
slid greasily to its entire length inside her vagina and 
his balls came to rest in the fluffy crack of her 
shapely ass. Glynn had his meat packed in her cunt now, 
had it stuffed all the way up her, and the sensation was 
fantastic. He stroked her, lifted his ass to make his 
pulsing cock slide back to the head, then pushed it in 
once more, grunting with pure joy.

She wiggled slightly on the first thrust, and swung her 
pelvis more on the second one. Glynn reached both hands 
down under the smooth cheeks of her ass and held on as 
he worked his aching prick in and out of the wet gloving 
of her marvelous pussy. Her vagina grasped his shaft, 
caressed it with velvet bubblings, with hotly soaped 
strength, and he lay down on top of her then, blinded to 
any danger, needing only to fuck and fuck this most 
erotic of all cunts.

Her arms lifted around him, and she hiked her crotch to 
take him deeper, a soft moan escaping the lips now 
placed at his ear, her warm breath tingling. "Oh 
darling... it's been so long... oh, how lovely. Your 
prick is so hard... "

The words centered in his lunging prick, turned him on 
even more, and Glynn began to hammer his cock into her 
pussy, to force it strongly with every powerful stroke. 
The bed shook and they rocked together, glued at the 
crotch. His balls slapped damply and softly at her ass, 
and now his mother's long, fabulous legs raised to wrap 
around him, crossing themselves at the ankles.

"Fuck me, darling. Fuck me hard and deep... yes, like 
that! Feed that cock into me, darling. Oh! Lovely, 
lovely... "

Blindly, his mouth sought for hers and found it. His 
tongue pushed between her open lips and discovered the 
wet squirming of her tongue. She sucked on his, pulled 
it toward her throat, and her teeth clashed along his as 
she groaned in rapture.

Then suddenly, her body stopped its whiplash movements; 
her ass ceased to heave up and down, and her beautiful 
legs dropped away from his body. Glynn could feel the 
shock that rippled through her, feel the stiffening of 
her pussy around his stroking prick. She pushed both 
hands against his chest and gasped.

"N-no! You... you're not Eric, not my husband! Why... 
what... "

Glynn let go of her ass and reached up, just in time to 
catch her wrists as she tried to claw his face. "Easy... 
take it easy, mom!"

Her hiss was pure outrage: "No! You... you! Glynn, you 
c-can't, we mustn't... oh please, please let me go!"

Pinning her arms above her head, he forced his prick 
solidly within her wet pussy, held it there while she 
wiggled and tried frantically to work it out of her 
body. But he had it socked to her, and as long as he was 
firmly between her legs, she couldn't get free.

She kept struggling, her tits bouncing against his 
chest, her pelvis surging in movements that were about 
to make him cum. He whispered harshly at her: "Stop 
fighting! I have my prick in you, mom. I've been fucking 
you, and you dug it. I'm going to finish screwing you, 
and if you keep yelling, you'll wake up dad and sis."

The last thought was a good one, because she fell limp 
beneath him, only tugging weakly at her arms. "Don't, 
Glynn... oh please don't. You're drunk or something, and 
don't know what you're doing."

He jammed his prick hard against her womb and gyrated 
his ass to move the cockhead around, feeling very strong 
and conquering. "I know what I'm doing... what I've 
always dreamed of doing. I'm fucking you, mom. I have my 
prick shoved deep inside your beautiful hot pussy, and 
pretty soon, I'm going to cum in it. I love you, mom... 
I love your cunt so much that it's been driving me 
crazy. Now it last I'm fucking you, and I won't stop for 
anything."

She lay still, but he thought his cockhead sensed a 
tremble in her vagina] walls, and his prick responded to 
it. He said softly, "It's happening, mom, and nobody can 
stop it. Please fuck me back; please cum with me."

She made a strangled noise, and words came tumbling out: 
"I... I can't, but... it's been so long, and I'm a 
passionate woman. Oh please... oh my sweet boy, why me? 
H-how could you... oh, Glynn!"

Her pelvis lurched against his, and he let go her wrists 
so that she could hold him in her rounded arms, so that 
her big, soft tits could flatten themselves against his 
heaving chest. The nipples were hard, boring into his 
flesh, and Glynn's heart leaped with bliss. His mother 
was laying her pussy up to him! She was fucking him 
back, trying to cum with him, this first magic, crazy 
time they were screwing.

Those terrific legs webbed him in again, and she rolled 
up on her shoulders to open her cunt wider for his now 
feverish strokes. He fed her the hard meat, socked it 
deep and pulled it out, only to shove it balls-deep 
again.

"I'm, t-trying to hold back, mom," he panted, his hands 
taking another delightful grip upon the hot cheeks of 
her bouncing ass. "But I need you so much, I... I can't. 
I'm going to cum. I'm cumming!"

His prick swelled, and the flexing head suddenly poured 
forth a hot, hissing stream of semen. Glynn shot off 
inside his mother's softly receiving pussy, pumped his 
cum in quick, spitting jets so that it splashed against 
her cervix and inundated the quivering walls of her 
vagina. Again and again, globs of his semen fountained 
into that, hot, trembling cunt, and he ground his balls 
lovingly into the cleft between her cheeks, reveling in 
the far-out sensation.

She gave a tiny shriek. "Oh! You're cumming in me, 
dear... you're flooding your mother's pussy with your 
little boy cum, and I love it, love it! Keep fucking me, 
darling... oh keep fucking me!"

He laid the meat into her steadily, still hard as a 
rock, still eager as ever to screw this exquisite cunt, 
and his prick made sloshing noises as it worked back and 
forth in the hot bubbling lubrication of his own semen. 
She rolled her ass and scraped his back with her 
fingernails, clamping her long legs around his waist and 
trying to lift him off the bed. Her crotch pounded up 
into his, and her pussy seemed to wiggle violently over 
his moving cock, seemed to clench down upon the head of 
it as it reached home time after time.

Glynn was delirious; he and his mother were fucking, 
fucking, and she was digging his prick as much as she 
loved his dad's. She was screwing him hard and wild, 
sledging her belly up to his and dropping it back, 
twisting her greasy hot pussy all over his rod.

"S-sweet boy... darling boy! Your cock isn't as big as 
your daddy's thing, but it's so hard, so hard and so 
young! Ooohh, how I love it, love to feel it this far up 
my pussy... oh, Glynn, my baby, my darling, your mother 
would like to eat you up. Ah! Ah, that's good, so good! 
More and more of this lovely young prick, and... and... 
oh yes, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming!"

He felt the vibration of her cunt, the frantic gulping 
as his mother came, as his lovely, hot mom came on his 
prick. It was too much for Glynn, and he let go with yet 
another load of semen that had built up hurriedly within 
his balls. Not as strong, not as copious, there was 
still a gush of cum that added to the fiery liquids 
already there.

Sagging, he collapsed on top of her, the strength 
draining from him, but reluctant to have his cock leave 
the beautiful intimacy of his mom's spasming pussy. She 
cradled him with her legs, hugged him close and stroked 
his hair, crooning words of love in his ear, licking the 
tip of her tongue into his ear every so often.

"My baby," she murmured. "My sweet child. You've turned 
into a young man, a horny young man who had the nerve to 
sneak in here and practically rape his own mother while 
she was sleeping off all the liquor she drank tonight. 
And I'm very glad you did, dear. I suppose I've been 
sublimating my own incestuous desires for ages, and I'm 
so happy it finally happened to us."

"I love you, mom," he whispered, stroking her fabulous 
body, holding his slowly melting prick within her cunt 
while the mingled juices of their bodies leaked out and 
puddled in the feathery cleft of her ass.

"And I love you, dear," she said, running a soft hand 
down between their bodies so she could cup his flaccid 
balls. "How did you ever gather the courage to do it?"

He was on the verge of telling her about the plan, 
balanced for a ragged moment upon the edge of exposing 
the fact that her husband and her daughter were at this 
very second down the hall in probably the same general 
position. But Glynn held back in time, and didn't say 
that his dad and sister were fucking now, too, that 
incest in this family had suddenly become a game for 
four players.

Were they as happy as he and his mother? He supposed so, 
knowing Lorena well now, knowing the strong lusts that 
moved within his sister's young cunt. He stirred his 
softening cock into his mom's pussy, and she squeezed 
his balls lightly.

"It was so wonderful," she said. "I haven't screwed 
anyone for too long. Your father and I once had a good 
thing going, but it disappeared somewhere along the 
line. I've been so lonely, so damned frustrated. But 
now, darling... oh, now I have you."

He felt his prick slide limply from the pussy he adored, 
and she helped him lift himself from her hot body. He 
lay beside his freshly fucked mother, sated for the 
moment and content, proud that he'd really gotten into 
her, that he had let two big loads of cum off into her 
beautiful cunt. He had made her cum, too; she loved his 
prick.

Glynn said, "Has dad got a bigger cock than me?"

She came up on one elbow and kissed him, her big tit 
brushing warmly against the side of his face.

"Yes, your father has a tremendous penis, but that 
doesn't mean I can't get just as much, or more, pleasure 
from your sweet thing, darling. In fact, you excited me 
more than I think I've ever been, in all my life. Maybe 
it was the idea of being screwed by my own handsome son, 
of having my own child's prick in me, but whatever the 
cause, you were a marvelous lover. Imagine... cumming 
twice, in such a short time."

He said, "I want to fuck you forever. I always wanted 
to, ever since I got big enough. I used to hear you and 
dad making it in here, and it drove me right up the 
wall. I used to go into the bathroom and jerk off while 
I pretended it was me between your beautiful legs. I 
guess I was jealous of dad."

She kissed him again, and ran her tongue warmly into his 
lips. "Well, you don't have to be jealous any more. You 
can do it to me all the time, in oh so many ways. There 
are so many things I want to do to you, do with you. But 
we'll have to be very careful, dear. What with the 
divorce so close now, if your father had even the 
slightest suspicion that there could be anything sexual 
between his wife and his son... "

He didn't want to hear anything about divorce, and said, 
"We can be careful, since you and dad don't sleep 
together any more. Oh mom, I... I never went down on 
anyone, but I really want to do that to you. I want to 
taste your lovely pussy, but you'll have to show me how. 
I don't know anything about that, only what I've seen in 
pictures."

"How wonderful," she sighed. "Your father has always 
been just a little stuffy about oral sex. He did it to 
me a few times when we were first married, but I always 
had the feeling that he didn't really like it. Yes, 
dear, I'll teach you. We'll make all kinds of exquisite 
love together, my handsome, stiff-dicked son and me."

He turned his head and kissed the nipple of her tit. She 
lifted the big mound with one hand and fed it to him, 
rubbing it into his mouth and across his teeth. Glynn 
worshipped it with his tongue, licking first the nipple, 
then all around the spongy melon of his mother's breast, 
thinking of sliding his cock between those big tits, of 
titty-fucking her as he had done the night before to his 
sister. Would his mom react the same way, and lap the 
sliding head of his prick?

Both of them froze in place; they could hear the sound 
of a shower going in the bathroom that divided this 
bedroom from the one Eric Johansen slept in. Glynn's 
half-hard cock dropped again, even though he had a 
pretty good idea that his father wouldn't be coming in 
here; not with Lorena in his bed. But what was the old 
man doing, taking a bath at this time of night?

Probably making himself tidy for another round of 
screwing with Lorena, Glynn thought. But whatever the 
cause, it scared hell out of his mother. She pulled away 
from him and whispered, "You'd better go, dear. Tomorrow 
we can be together again, just as soon as possible, I 
promise. I'm not about to let my young lover go, now 
that we've discovered each other."

He slid out of bed, peeped into the hall, and split for 
his own room.


Chapter 7

Lorena said to her father: "It wasn't rape, dad."

He stared down at her, the bedside lamp making harsh 
lines of light on his tense face. "What the hell do you 
mean?"

She didn't try to cover herself; she wanted him to see 
her naked body, to run his eyes over the flesh that had 
grown from his own ejaculated sperm, the body that he 
had just done such a grand job of fucking. She said, "I 
came in to your bed because you needed me, but maybe not 
as much as I needed you. Oh dad, daddy... I've wanted 
you to lay me for years. And I couldn't stand not having 
you any longer, so I sneaked in here and pretended to be 
mom. It was wonderful."

Blinking, her father couldn't seem to get his head 
together, and she watched varying shades of emotion 
struggle across his face. He drew the sheet across his 
lower body, trying to hide the big, upright shaft with 
the shiny head. "But, baby... you're my daughter... "

She reached over and whipped away the sheet. "And that 
thing is too beautiful to hide. I thought it would never 
fit into my little box, but I'm glad it did. It's a good 
thing I wasn't a cherry, though."

He said, "I don't understand. Damnit, I drank too much 
tonight, and I'm still kind of fuzzy, but... why, baby? 
Why me?"

"Because you're big and beautiful and my daddy; because 
I love you more than I could ever love any other man. 
Because I want you to keep fucking me until I freak 
out."

"B-but... it's all wrong, and people don't do this sort 
of thing... I mean... "

"It's already done," she answered, feeling much wiser 
and older than him. "We've already screwed, so that 
can't be changed. So why not do it right, with you 
knowing who I am and loving me for who I am? I'm so hot 
for more of you, daddy."

His eyes warmed as he looked down at her, and Lorena saw 
him really gaze at her for the first time, seeing her as 
a ready and very desirable woman, not a kid. Maybe he 
wouldn't look at her this way, she thought, if he hadn't 
already had that big rod in her, if he hadn't pumped her 
ecstatic pussy full of his juice just a few minutes ago. 
But her father was a realist who understood that the 
damage... if any... had already been done. Now he was 
reacting as any other horny man with a new, young piece 
of ass waiting for him, and the fact that she was his 
own daughter was making it better for him.

He said, "Damnit, it doesn't seem real, but I've been 
doing without for too long, and you're such a beautiful 
kid."

"You've looked at me sometimes," she said, "as if I was. 
Once in awhile, I caught you kind of eyeing me as if you 
wanted to put your hands on me, feel me up. Well, I 
wanted you to do just that. Am I really beautiful, dad? 
Do you want to kiss me all over, and bite my tits, and 
put that gorgeous, big prick in your daughter's aching 
pussy?"

He swallowed hard, and she could see the head of his 
cock leap. 

"Lorena, baby... did you lock the door?"

"Yes," she smiled at him, "oh yes, I did."

Then she reached over to him, lifted up her arms and 
drew her handsome father down. Their mouths met, and she 
thrust her tongue thirstily into his lips.

His hairy chest pressed down upon the hard nipples of 
her tits, and his throbbing shaft nestled along her 
belly. So groovy, she thought, so damned wonderful and 
crazy, and so beautiful. She ran her tongue around 
inside his mouth, feeling his teeth, his inner cheeks 
and the thick movement of his own tongue, all wet and 
hot. Their breaths mingled, and their teeth raked.

She tore away her mouth to gasp: "Love me, daddy... love 
me! Kiss my tits, feel my ass, my pussy."

His mouth closed over a nipple, licked searingly there, 
sucked strongly there, before his teeth spread wide and 
she felt her entire mound being drawn in. Twisting, she 
got a hand under his balls and hefted them, ran her 
questing fingers over their sacked shapings and felt the 
weight of them. His hair was so thick and curly, she 
thought, but not wiry; it was only a shade or two darker 
than his head, a rich golden color.

Her daddy's hands passed over her writhing body, 
caressing her hips, her belly, and one of them slid 
around to cup a cheek of her ass; the other dipped 
gently between her thighs and palmed the pulsing 
softness of her wet mound. Instinctively, her pelvis 
jerked, and Lorena made little hungry strokes with her 
cunt.

Panting, he said, "You lovely little bitch; you sexy, 
teasing little bitch, switching your trim ass at me, 
brushing your tits against me, and looking at me as if 
you wanted to eat me up. Want to screw you? 

Damned right; you've given me a hundred hard-ons over 
the past couple of years, but I never dared... "

"Dare now," she whispered hotly. "But first, let me do 
this for you, daddy darling."

Wheeling around, she pressed her weight upon him and 
forced him to lie back. Lorena had practiced on her 
brother, and knew she could do a good job now, and her 
heart was fluttering at the prospect.

"What are you... "

"Hush now," she murmured. "Just lie back and let me love 
my beautiful father."

She straddled his body, wiggling when his flagpole cock 
slid between her cheeks and stood tall along her spine. 
She would have it later, all of it she wanted and needed 
so badly, but now she had other things to do to him. She 
would show him how good she was, turn him on in every 
way there was.

Lorena pushed back, dragging his bent cock across her 
slippery snatch and feeling it sticky against her tummy. 
She kissed his corded throat and licked down it to his 
upper chest. Running her hands up and down his rib cage, 
playing with his nipples, she squirmed to his supine 
body. When she reached his little dark pink tit, she 
nipped it lightly, then sucked on it, delighted to feel 
his sudden lurch beneath her, knowing that she was 
thrilling him.

Moving down farther, she licked a hot trail down his 
chest to his belly, drawing her tongue through the patch 
of golden hairs, tickling him until he wiggled. Her 
hands were on his hips now, fondling and petting, 
digging fingernails tenderly into his flesh.

When Lorena reached his navel, she bit the skin, then 
drove her tongue deeply into it, lapping the belly 
button as if it were some inverted kind of lollypop, 
tasting the man sweat of him there. The stiff rod of his 
cock stood beside her cheek, and she rubbed her face 
along it, her fingers busy probing his balls and feeling 
into the furry crack of his ass as her daddy flinched 
and writhed.

"B-baby," he panted, "no; you don't know what you're 
doing... oh sweet baby... "

Moaning softly to herself, she caressed his shaft, 
squeezed and stroked it, running her fingers over the 
monstrous head and sliding them in the leakage there. So 
big, she thought; so long and strong an powerful, and 
right now it was all hers, to do with just as she 
pleased.

Lorena kissed the blunt reddened tip, and liked the 
flavor of his semen; it was musky and manly, the very 
essence of his body. She used her tongue to curl across 
the slit, to push into the slot and worry it, then 
withdrew to run it licking around the flanged outline of 
the glans itself. Not like her brother's slim cock, she 
thought, realizing that she would never get much of it 
into her mouth because of its size.

Stretching her lips, she fitted them down over the head, 
took the entire knob inside her mouth. Her father 
quivered, and his hands came down to take her head 
gently between them. Eyes closed, breathing hard, Lorena 
used her tongue and lips to create voluptuous caresses 
over the velvety head of his prick. Drawing in her 
cheeks, she rubbed it over the roof of her mouth, and 
ringed the shaft just below the head with her teeth.

When she started to suck, her daddy groaned and worked 
his fingers into her hair; his pelvis rocked back and 
forth, making his cock reach farther into her mouth.

She wanted it all, wanted to take it down her throat and 
into her belly, but it was too big. Lorena took all of 
it she possibly could, sucking and licking, moving her 
head up and down in the same manner her cunt was moving 
up and down on his thigh. She wrapped her legs around 
her daddy's strong thigh and made sliding, fucking 
motions, rubbing her snatch against him while she ate 
his prick.

"Baby... Lorena... little girl... oh, darling; that's 
wonderful!"

Dimly, she heard her father's choked voice, and knew a 
warmth as he continued to tenderly screw her face. She 
got both hands down under his ass and pulled him 
tighter, tried to force even more of that delicious meat 
into her mouth. She felt the head of his lovely cock 
swell, felt him tremble against her tits and knew that 
he was about to reach orgasm.

Lorena sucked harder, pulling on the head, her tongue 
going wild, her fingers digging savagely into his taut 
ass. Grinding his pelvis into her chin, rubbing his 
hairy belly into her forehead, her daddy let it go then. 
That tremendous head jerked, and a boiling spate of cum 
erupted from it. She choked on it, gasped for air and 
swallowed while the floodtide of her father's semen 
fountained into her throat. Oyster-like, slimy, the 
stuff filled her mouth, thick and creamy, and she 
continued to gulp it down, continued to pull eagerly at 
the spigot for more.

"Oh!" he moaned. "Oh baby... I can't take any more... 
oh!"

Lorena drained the last purling drops from the head of 
his prick and let them slip down her feverish throat. 
She had never felt so in command, for he was helpless 
with her.

Regretfully, she allowed the trembling bulb to slide 
from her mouth, licking her lips and smiling. Lifting 
her face, she stared up at him when his hands fell away 
from her head. "There, darling. Now I have you in my 
stomach; you are forever a part of me now."

Her father's eyes were closed and he was breathing in 
ragged gasps. 

"That was t-too much, baby. I won't be able to move for 
a week."

"Sure you will," she promised, and crawled up his body 
to lie atop him. He was wide and tall, and she felt very 
small like this, but Lorena snuggled up to him, knowing 
that she had the power to sap his strength while giving 
him deep erotic pleasure. She was stronger, and never 
had she been so glad of her sex.

They lay quietly for a long time, with his arms around 
her, his big hands stroking her ass, her head pillowed 
upon his broad chest. After awhile he said, "What 
brought this on, baby? Sure, we always had a thing for 
each other, but why did you pick tonight to start 
something? Not that I'm sorry you did, darling; I'm glad 
you had the guts, because I sure as hell didn't. I 
didn't have the cold nerve it would take to be a dirty 
old man."

"You're not a dirty old man," she said against the base 
of his throat. "You're my daddy, and the best fuck in 
the whole world. Why did I do it tonight? Well... I just 
couldn't stand it any longer, and when you and mom drank 
so much, I thought maybe I could sneak in here and you'd 
screw me and not know the difference."

Now that they were being open with each other, sharing 
their love and their bodies, Lorena hated to lie to him, 
but she didn't dare tell her daddy the truth, not yet. 
For the first time, she wondered if her brother was 
making out as well, if he had managed to put his slim 
young meat to their mother's interesting pussy.

Had Glynn really made it with mom, or had he backed out 
at the last possible moment? If he did that, she'd cream 
him. But her brother had a hard on for a taste of mom's 
cunt, that was certain, and he had probably swung with 
her by now. A new thrill stirred deep within Lorena's 
vagina, and she rubbed her sensitive thighs together, 
feeling her father's limp prick folded between their 
bellies.

She pictured her young brother lying like this on top of 
their mother, between those superbly long legs, his 
chest mashing down those magnificent tits, his stiff 
cock buried to the balls inside that black-haired pussy. 
Wow, she thought; if everything worked out for them, she 
would soon get to watch them fuck, because once all the 
phony barriers had been pushed down, the four of them 
could get together and let it all hang out.

Her father said sleepily, "I knew the difference almost 
right away, but I thought I was dreaming. Your mother 
has a fine body and a wonderful pussy, but so have you, 
only in a different way, and a new feel. When I got all 
the way awake, I thought I'd stumbled over into your 
room and raped my daughter. I guess I always believed 
I'd have to rape you, that you wouldn't willingly screw 
your own dad."

Lorena said, "You should have known; I'm your daughter, 
and have a lot of the same emotions you have. I guess 
we're both very strongly sexed, dad. Is mom that way, 
too?"

He hesitated. "Yes, she is. It wasn't anything sexual 
that brought on this divorce, unless you can call 
boredom that. I mean, two people can love to screw, and 
enjoy each other to the limits, but after so many years, 
it gets too damned familiar, too much like a habit. It's 
not good any more, when that happens."

She thought of them screwing, and wondered how her 
father would react if he knew that his son was probably 
at this very minute putting the meat to Mrs. Eric 
Johansen. He might take it wrong, taking it as a slur 
upon his own manhood or something. Men were different, 
not nearly so logical as women, and even though he had 
fucked his own daughter and allowed her to go down on 
him, her dad would probably be very upset if he knew it 
was also the other way around.

There was time to let him know, she thought; not a whole 
lot of time, because that silly damned divorce was 
looming in the foreground. But maybe in another day or 
two, she could convince him that what they were doing 
was best for all concerned.

He said, "I'm a little punchy and feel kind of grimy. 
I'll get up and take a shower, maybe have a couple of 
quick drinks, then come back to bed. If you'll still be 
here."

"I'll be here," she answered, moving to one side and 
taking her weight from him.

She watched him walk bare-assed into the bathroom, 
loving every tall, wide inch of his big body, seeing his 
softened cock swinging from side to side. Her daddy was 
big all over, and she figured he would be big enough 
mentally to adjust to the brand new situation in his 
household.

It was working, she told herself; so far, the plan was 
moving along perfectly. She had seduced her daddy and he 
dug it; her brother had no doubt done the same thing 
with their mother, and even though she had once thought 
she could make out strangled kinds of sounds in the next 
room, there had been no screaming. Since they had 
started acting stupid, both her parents were hard up for 
sex. Their kids had made it with them at the right time, 
while they were uptight and frustrated.

But what was the next step? Of course, they had to make 
dad and mom more wrapped up in sexual activities with 
their kids. But how to go about bringing mom and dad 
together again? Lorena turned over on her belly, still 
wet between her thighs, and the idea of Jean Marks came 
to mind. Wouldn't that sexy little redhead like a chance 
to be fucked by that huge prick? It was a good idea; 
Jean could be brought in to get dad into a triangle, to 
open him up more to free-swinging screwing.

Once he was adjusted to that, her father could then be 
brought into a mix-up with her brother and mom. Smiling, 
Lorena ran a hand over her mound and stretched her legs. 
She listened to the sound of the shower and hoped her 
dad would regain his strength soon.


Chapter 8

Glynn was up early, unable to sleep. He spent a long 
time in the shower, enjoying the hot water, soaping 
himself thoroughly. When he was dry, he inspected his 
face in the mirror, thinking that perhaps he had grown 
more beard overnight. He sure felt a lot older.

Standing before the sink he thought about what he had 
done the night before, and felt tingly all over. It 
hadn't been another wet dream; he had really, actually, 
fucked his mother. True, he hadn't been able to spend 
the whole night with her, and hadn't gotten nearly 
enough of that glorious pussy, but she had fucked him 
back. She had loved his prick and played with it and fed 
him her tit. She had talked dirty with him and told him 
that even though his father's cock was much bigger than 
his, she dug his prick just as much.

He looked down and saw his shaft rising, the head 
spreading as if it could feel the magic caress of his 
mom's velvet cunt. Those sleek, long legs and the way 
she moved her crotch, the way she rolled her terrific 
ass... Glynn got hard all over and his balls began to 
ache.

It was Saturday, he remembered, and his dad wouldn't be 
going to the construction outfit he owned today. Damn, 
Glynn thought; he wanted to fuck some more, and he 
wanted his mom, not Lorena. Not right away with his 
sister, anyhow. Mom had promised to teach him a lot of 
things about sex, like how to eat her cunt, and he was 
more eager for that experience than for anything else. 
Maybe he could get Lorena to take dad out of the house 
for a couple of hours; he sure as hell couldn't wait 
until night.

Trying to whistle, he went downstairs and headed for the 
kitchen, his stomach growling. He had already downed a 
glass of juice and had bread in the toaster when she 
came in. Glynn looked up at her, thinking that his 
mother was fantastically beautiful in a red robe that 
clung to her hips and outlined the high mounds of her 
fine tits. The robe swung away from her molded legs when 
she walked, too, and the glimpse of them made his mouth 
dry up.

Her coal-black hair swung loosely down her back, and she 
wore red lipstick that made him somehow think of the 
lips of her cunt, those soft, soft lips he had never 
actually seen up close. He blushed when her eyes caught 
his, and felt like some kind of nut because his face 
turned red. But she smiled at him, her lashes half 
lowered over sultry dark eyes, and he perked up 
immediately.

"Good morning, dear," she murmured. "Did you sleep 
well?"

"Kind of," he said. "But I wanted to be in your bed."

She came to stand close and lift a scented hand to his 
cheek. "I know, lover; I wanted you there, too. Maybe 
there'll be a chance today. Would you like that?"

Damn! He wanted to grab her and rub his stiffening cock 
into her belly, to hold her by the cheeks of that 
alluring ass and to bury his face between her tits. "I 
have to screw you today, mom; I have to."

Her smile widened, and she dropped her hand to squeeze 
his prick. "So eager and ready. Just as soon as it's 
possible, darling; I promise."

She left him standing there with his shaft paining, and 
made a pot of coffee while he watched every movement of 
her superb body with avid eyes. It was still hard for 
him to believe he had gotten into her cunt, that he had 
pumped her hot, juicy snatch full of his cum, and that 
she wanted more.

When he heard somebody else coming, he hurried to the 
table and sat down, to hide his erection. It was Lorena, 
looking fresh and supremely happy, dressed in tight 
cutoffs and a floppy but thin bandanna shirt that showed 
the bouncy movement of her tits. She looked a question 
at him, and he winked. She winked back, and grinned 
broadly.

His sister was really a cute girl, he thought, one that 
any guy would be lucky to screw. And now she had fucked 
their father; the experience had made her glow, he saw, 
and wondered if he looked as joyful this morning.

"Hi, everybody," Lorena said, skipping over to the stove 
and putting her arms around her mother's waist to kiss 
the back of her neck. "Morning, mom."

"My, isn't everyone chipper this morning," Arlene said. 
"I hope your father is in a halfway good mood."

"Oh, he will be," Lorena said, and blew a silent kiss at 
Glynn.

Glynn wondered how she had managed it; his sister 
couldn't have held down his old man and practically 
raped him when he woke up. And how had she taken that 
prick, the one mom said was so much bigger than his own? 
He guessed a girl's pussy could stretch as much as was 
needed. Lorena brought the toast and ducked her hand 
beneath the table to nip his shaft, laughing when he 
flinched.

Then Eric Johansen came down to breakfast. It was the 
only meal he shared with the family, Glynn thought, 
staying away at lunch on business and not coming home 
for dimmer because he didn't want to.

"Morning," his father said gruffly, and Glynn sneaked a 
glance at him to see if he could read anything on the 
craggy face, but the man wasn't showing anything.

"Better hurry, dad," Lorena said. "Remember you promised 
to take me out and show me the construction site today?"

Arlene Johansen turned from the stove, one eyebrow going 
up. "Oh? At this late date, you're showing an interest 
in your children?"

"Don't start," Eric said and took a cup of coffee from 
his daughter. "I thought it was time they both got to 
know a little about the business, but one at a time."

Glynn met his mother's eyes in mute, intent appeal, and 
she nodded slightly. "All right, then; Glynn and I will 
manage to take care of ourselves. That is, if you have 
nothing on, son?"

He half choked on a piece of buttered toast. "N-no, mom; 
guess I'll stay home and help in the yard or something."

His father only grunted, and Glynn knew a vast feeling 
of relief, then a sensation of exultation. He was going 
to be alone with her, with his lovely mother; they would 
have most of the day to themselves! The knowledge shook 
him to the core, and he clamped his legs together to 
keep his cock from jumping, crazily. Right in the living 
room, he thought... with the drapes drawn and doors 
locked; right there on the floor, with both of them 
stripped naked.

Somehow, Glynn held himself together until they left. 
Gathering up purse and her weird hat, his sister leaned 
close to him and said softly, "Have a lot of fun, little 
brother. Dad and I are going to a motel, so you'll have 
plenty of time."

All he could do was nod his head and smile weakly. 
Lorena really had it rolling, and the day ought to be a 
ball for both of them. For all four, he corrected 
himself; their parents would dig the action as much as 
they would, he was sure. He listened for the station 
wagon to pull out of the driveway, and sat for a few 
seconds after he was certain they were gone.

"Mom," he said, "can I help with the dishes?"

"I'm putting them in the washer," she answered quietly. 
"They can wait, but I'm not so sure I can."

She held his hand as they walked into the living room 
and they separated only to close the drapes. But he 
wanted some light, so he snapped on the bar lamp as she 
turned to him with her hands by her sides and her chin 
up.

"Here, darling... not upstairs in bed?"

He shook his head. "Here on the floor, mom. I've watched 
you here, peeping under your skirt when you got careless 
with those fantastic legs, making pictures in my head 
how you would look all naked, trying to make believe 
that you would drink too much and pass out and nobody 
else would be home. Now it's all coming true, and I want 
to screw my hot, beautiful mother in the living room."

"Of course you can," she murmured, and reached to undo 
the belt of her robe.

He sat on a barstool, knowing a trembling in his legs, 
and watched her open the robe. The red of it made a 
bright frame for the long, willowy body exposed to his 
view, and he gazed enraptured at the creamy expanse of 
woman flesh she showed him. His mom's tits quivered at 
the least movement of her shoulders, and he stared at 
them fixedly as she dropped the robe.

They were rich and heavy, round and firm, with those 
long, brown nipples sticking out invitingly. She cupped 
them in both hands, offering them to him, and her voice 
was low in her throat when she said, "Hadn't you better 
get out of your jeans, dear?"

Fumbling at his zipper, he dropped his eyes over the 
smooth planes of her belly, down to that prized treasure 
between her full thighs. His mother's pubic hair was 
black as midnight, curled tightly, thickly grown in an 
entrancing vee whose tips narrowed and spread themselves 
up into the delicate creases formed by her groin and the 
upper reaches of her incomparable thighs.

"You... you're so beautiful, it hurts my eyes," he 
mumbled.

Her smile was warm and bitchy, her tongue darting out 
pinkly to wet her red lips. "Do you really think so, 
Glynn? I'm so glad; I want to be beautiful for you, hot 
for you."

Her hand left her breasts and slid insinuatingly over 
her hips, down across her belly, and her slim fingers 
toyed with her mound. "Here I am, lover. Here's what you 
want."

Glynn kicked out of his jeans and whipped his tee-shirt 
over his head, not knowing or caring where it landed. 
His stiff cock stood erect, the head of it glistening, 
and already a tiny droplet of fluid hung there.

But when he stepped down and went toward her, his mother 
drifted back. "Just a second, dear. You said you wanted 
me to teach you something, and I will. Here, let me take 
a sofa pillow."

Uncertainly, he stood with his prick thrust out while 
she stooped to place the pillow upon the floor. "There, 
Glynn; there are two ways for a man to eat a woman, and 
I'll show you the first one. Lie down, darling, and put 
your head on this."

Obediently, for he would do anything for this woman, he 
stretched out on the carpet with his head braced. She 
moved over and put one shapely foot on each side of his 
rigid body, so that he looked up into the hairy nest he 
adored. Glynn could see the lips of her cunt then, 
peeping shyly pink from the black furry thatch. It was 
like a mouth, he thought, but far more lovely, and 
beckoning him to know its richness.

Slowly, she crouched, bending her body bit by bit until 
she was kneeling over him. Her knees snugged his hips, 
and she rubbed them up and down tenderly, swinging her 
hips, making the round white globes of her breasts sway 
provocatively.

"Your body is so smooth," she said, "and very appealing, 
Glynn. I'll bet the young girls go wild over it."

"I-I... only had one, before you," he said. "And I wish 
you could have been the first, mom."

"You're sweet," she said, and moved so that her cunt 
came down upon his belly, hot and softly, wiry, crispy 
but somehow soft moss. Working it around, she made him 
wiggle, and he reached for her hips.

But when he touched them, his mother slid up to his 
chest and gave him a few moments to revel in the 
intimacy of her pussy on his breastbone. As he stared 
into the dark, shaggy forest of her pubic hair, she 
said, "Just do what comes naturally, lover. Kiss it and 
love it, and run your tongue right on inside the lips. 
Up near the top, when you feel around, you'll find my 
clit; it's a little nubby thing like a pea. Work on that 
darling."

As she moved even closer, he caught the pungent aroma of 
her cunt, a perfume all her own, musky and sensuous, 
like some night blooming flower. Crisp and beguiling, 
her mat was at his nose, and with a sigh of happiness, 
Glynn stroked her ass cheeks and nuzzled into the 
tempting fleece.

It was woolly against his face as he went into it, and 
right away he found the sweet honey of her labia. He 
pressed his own lips against them, panted into them, and 
as his mom rolled her ass in his hands, he pushed his 
tongue down through the softly spiked hairs into her 
body. Shuddering as he did so, Glynn shoved his tongue 
between the hot and slippery lips, on into her vagina.

His teeth pressed to her pussy, he began to lap like a 
puppy dog, luxuriating in the taste of her, in the spicy 
flavors of his mother's steamy cunt, drawing her oily 
lubrication into his mouth and swallowing hurriedly. He 
wanted to chew her, and he did, gnawing the pussy lips 
tenderly while she moaned and rocked her crotch down 
against his head.

"That's right, oh baby! That's the way to eat me... oh 
yes, yes! I love it... I love you."

Glynn sucked her cunt lips into his mouth, opening wide 
to bring them in. She was sugary and blazing, and he 
sucked hard, drinking down her juices avidly, rubbing 
his chin into her crotch. Letting her rubbery slot ease 
back into place, he tongued into it again, reaching as 
deeply as he could. Remembering what she had said about 
the pea-shaped thing, he felt along the wet silken 
lining until he found it.

His mother quivered sharply then, and hissed as he 
sucked on it, as he worked his teeth down to where he 
could chew it delicately. Her belly rolled over him as 
she dropped to her hands, and her ass swung in 
quickening arcs while her crotch stroked his cheeks, his 
chin. She was fucking his face, he thought dazedly; his 
sexy hot mother was screwing his mouth.

"Uhhh!" she grunted. "Uh-uh... oh, darling! You're 
terrific... it's so good, so wonderful... eat me, Glynn. 
Eat your loving mother's cunt, son!"

He redoubled his efforts, snorting and chewing, licking 
and sucking, and her movements grew more frantic. She 
thrust hard against his mouth and ground her hairy wet 
snatch into it with almost brutal strokes. He clung to 
her ass, eating the cunt he loved more than anything 
else in the world.

"C-cumming!" she cried out. "Ah, Glynn... you marvelous 
little lover, your mommy is cumming!"

He felt her vibrate, felt the sizzling tissues of her 
snatch tighten convulsively, and knew an added release 
of her love oils. Holding to her, continuing to lick her 
box, he rubbed his nose across her palpitating mound.

She sat up, shaky and weaving, balanced upon her knees. 
He wanted to keep kissing her pussy, but she slid it 
wetly away from his searching mouth, moved it down over 
his chest. "That was f-fine, lover. My head is still 
swimming."

Hiking her ass, she passed farther down his body, then 
lifted so that she was poised above his heavily 
throbbing shaft. "Now we'll fuck," she said.

Glynn trembled when she wrapped her fingers around his 
rod, and went stiff, in both legs as she steered the 
head into the drippy bush of her treasured pussy. He 
held to her thighs when she started to lower her crotch, 
when the bulb of his cock started to slide into the 
greasy lips.

In it went, easy and fine, penetrating deep into the 
clinging cavity as it slipped deep. His mother dropped 
farther down, and yet more, until she was sitting on it. 
He could feel the springy pressure of her hair upon his 
balls, and the ecstasy of the cunt closed around his 
embedded prick. He was into his mom again; he had his 
hard pole shoved up her opulent pussy and she was 
fucking him.

"Such a young hard cock," she murmured, her palms flat 
against his chest and grinding her belly, hunching 
slowly to him. "Fuck me, darling... fuck your mother and 
tell her what a great piece of ass she is."

He stroked it up into that fabulous cunt, into the hot, 
wet velvet grippings, feeling his cockhead reach bottom. 
"You're the greatest, mom... the finest piece of ass 
anywhere. Fuck me the same way you fuck my daddy."

"Your daddy... your father... " she gyrated her ass and 
made his prick head touch every tingling spot within her 
vagina. "He used to f-fuck me a lot, but no more... no 
more. Oh, feed me that young meat, Glynn!"

Glynn shoved it to her, lifted his ass every time she 
dropped hers, and heard the suctioning noise his prick 
made going in and out of her oily cunt. Back and forth 
it squished, his balls getting soaked with the hot 
liquids.

"I'll screw you forever," he gasped. "Your sweet cunt is 
mine, now... all mine, and I'll fuck it day and night. I 
love your pussy so much... love your ass and your tits 
and the way you screw me. Oh, mom... mother darling... 
you hot-assed, beautiful mom... "

She slammed it to him, making short, rapid strokes that 
circled briefly around his hard-driving prick. "Go 
ahead, dear... let it go! I'm going to cum again with 
you... "

He moaned and clenched her ass, trying to spread her 
apart for the final, twisting thrust that nailed down 
her womb. Then his cock turned into a long, slim volcano 
spitting fiery lava throughout her scissoring pussy. A 
gush of semen spurted up into her, bathing her cervix, 
raining greasily down to flood his stilled prick.

His mother's breath gusted from her open mouth, and she 
threw back her head. Her thighs clamped violently 
against his hips, her torrid cunt nibbled down upon his 
glans. She was cumming in undulating waves of rapture, 
rolling her ass and beating her small fists into his 
chest.

Glynn thought they had made it fine.


Chapter 9

"Give me a shower first," Lorena said. "I want to be 
naked with you in a shower."

"Anything you say, girl." He put down the suitcase 
they'd bought first thing. "The clerk didn't even blink 
when I registered as Mr. J. J. Oliver and daughter."

"That's because you asked for twin beds," she giggled. 
"Well have to mess up the other one, too."

Laughing with her, her father shucked out of his shirt 
and she followed suit by peeling off her own. Her young, 
hard breasts sprang free and her fingers turned anxious 
at her cutoff tops. She watched her daddy climb from his 
pants, gone a little bit awkward in quick embarrassment 
that she also felt.

She told herself not to be icky, just because it was 
daytime and they were alone in a motel room. The only 
time she had been in a motel before, she had to share a 
room with Glynn, while their parents slept next door. 
And did other things, she amended; like fucking.

Her jeans slid down her legs and she chucked her panties 
after them. Now she was stripped, and posed proudly for 
her father's eyes as they roamed over her body. She was 
glad her tits were high and that she had plenty of honey 
blonde pubic hair. It was almost the exact shade as his 
own, she saw, and was once again amazed and enthralled 
by the size of his swelling cock.

She skipped into the bathroom, grabbing up and 
unwrapping a bar of motel soap. When she had the water 
just right, warm and soothing, she stepped into the 
enclosure and waited for him. He came slowly, still 
feeling peculiar about the situation, she saw. He was so 
big, he filled the stall, but she adored the contact her 
small body made with his, and especially liked the wet 
nudging of his distended prick.

Handing him the soap, she waited breathlessly until he 
began to slide his hands over her trembling body. It 
felt marvelous, all slippery and foaming, and she 
wiggled when he washed her tits. Her nipples got so hard 
they ached, and she took one wrist to move her daddy's 
hand on down to her belly.

He went between her thighs, manipulating her bubbly 
pussy, fondling the soft mound with obvious delight. 
Taking the soap from him, she massaged it over his hairy 
chest, down to his furry crotch, and played games with 
his stiff shaft, with his down hanging balls.

"C-careful," he warned. "We'd better rinse off now, 
baby."

She stood quietly while he toweled her, his fingers 
moving lovingly over her sensitized skin, then she did 
the same for him, her hands lingering between his legs, 
staring directly up into his eyes.

"Damn!" he said. "You're a perfect little bitch. I can 
read F-U-C-K written plainly in your eyes."

She laughed. "Now you're loosening up, daddy. And I want 
to be your bitch, be perfect for you. Come on... let's 
go try out that bed."

Playfully, they tumbled together on the bed, laughing 
and tickling each other, grabbing and tenderly mauling. 
For a few seconds, they were both children, happy and 
carefree. But when he rolled on top of her, they both 
stopped playing, and after a bright moment of knowing 
silence, his mouth descended upon hers.

Holding him frantically close, Lorena drew her lips 
across his, forced her tongue between them, then 
retreated before the rapid, hungry onslaught of his 
tongue. Her father shoved his long, thick tongue down 
her throat, and his big body moved upon hers, his hard 
cock raking across her heaving tummy.

When he broke the long kiss, she panted up at him: "Fuck 
me this way, on top. I want to get every inch of that 
gorgeous prick inside me, all the way to the balls."

Lifting her knees and spreading her legs, she hiked her 
pelvis up for him, making it easy for the searching head 
of his mammoth cock to find her humid slot. The spongy, 
but hard core, head probed into her vulva, and her cunt 
lips stretched to allow it inside them. Carefully, her 
father pushed the thick, heavy shaft into her writhing 
body, feeding the pulsing glans inside, forcing her lips 
to go elastic and make room.

"It's going in!" she cried. "The end of your prick is 
spreading my pussy and going in... oh! Daddy, daddy... "

It was alive, she thought; her father's massive cock was 
alive, a hot, strong rod that was sliding in and in, 
until she thought it would never stop. She was packed 
with the luscious meat, filled to capacity with 
matchless peter, and her inflamed clit thrummed with 
joy.

Bracing his knees against the mattress, her daddy rolled 
her back upon her shoulders. "You can take it better 
this way," he panted. "You're wide open to me now. But 
what a tight little pussy you have, baby. What a hot, 
narrow little snatch; it's grabbing my prick as if it 
had fingers, squeezing down on me."

"F-fuck me," she gasped. "Pour the prick to me, my sweet 
daddy! Screw your daughter... "

He stroked her, backing out his cock until her cunt lips 
fought to keep a grip on the flanged head, then 
thrusting his pole so deep that she thought it was going 
to tear up into her belly. But she could take it all, 
and moaned deliriously when his balls swung into the 
uplifted crack of her ass.

Lorena couldn't get her legs around him, so she worked 
her heels down and dug them into the hollows behind his 
knees, taking a strong hold there so she could pound her 
crotch up at him and meet his every surging, churning 
stroke. Her father seesawed his huge cock into her 
stretched pussy, hitting bottom with every grinding 
lurch and making her jerk.

She came suddenly, without warning, because there was no 
way she could keep him from massaging her clitoris. 
Great, rolling waves of her climax broke in her vagina, 
and she shook her ass violently in response, gritting 
her teeth and moaning through them.

"Hold on, baby," he said. "I'm not far behind you... so 
tight and boiling in your little pussy... fucking my 
sweet daughter, fucking my beautiful kid... here it 
comes!"

His discharge thundered hissing into her vagina, sending 
a deluge of wonderful semen splashing inside her. Her 
womb tightened, and her asshole snapped shut as the 
beautiful, greasy stuff rinsed her cunt walls. Her daddy 
was pumping her full of his cum, releasing the physical 
proof of his love for her, flooding her with his man 
juice. Lorena worshipped him for it, and sank into a 
blissful state of drowsiness.

She was hardly conscious of his gently taking his weight 
from her supine body, but she murmured a protest when 
her father backed his shaft out of her pussy. "Please... 
don't take it away. I love it so."

He kissed her tits, one at a time, and his hand was soft 
upon the seeping tenderness of her mound. "I worry that 
I'm too much for you, baby."

"Never," she whispered. "Never too much of fucking you, 
dad."

He lay beside her and she turned to put her face against 
his hairy chest. Through her numbed mind swam the plan, 
the need to keep this wild family together. Glynn was 
swinging with mom now, catching up for lost time, and 
she somehow had to bring her daddy to the idea that they 
should all share each other's love, as well as each 
other's bodies.

Jean, she thought; Jean Marks, the torrid little redhead 
who practically lived to screw. Would her father be 
interested in her? He should be; she was attractive 
enough. It was strange that she didn't feel a twinge of 
jealousy then, but her main idea was to carry through 
the plan... and make her daddy happy as she could. It 
was so much fun, in a triangle.

It was silly to be jealous of someone she loved, she 
decided; to love was to give, and if she could give him 
more happiness and more excitement by sharing his body 
with another girl, so be it. She would be happy for the 
chance, and feel within herself the same stimulating 
thrills she had known when her brother was fucking both 
her and Jean Marks.

Her father said softly, "It's really hard to believe, 
baby. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who'd 
actually lay his own daughter. But I've never been so 
stirred up by any woman. It's like I'm a teenager again, 
always horny and ready to screw."

"That's good," she said, and made up her mind to take 
the plunge. "Dad... how would you feel about screwing 
someone else? I mean, with me around and sharing."

He stroked her back, his big hand warm and comforting. 
"I never thought about it. You mean, you and me and 
another woman? Like an orgy?"

Lorena kissed his throat and cuddled his softened prick 
with a worshipful hand. "A mini-orgy, you might say. I 
can promise you that it will be far-out kicks."

He was silent for awhile, then said, "I fantasize like 
everyone else, I suppose. Like I did about you, dreaming 
that someday, somehow, I might be blessed with the 
opportunity of getting into your pants. Now that I have, 
I guess anything else can come true."

She came up on one elbow so that she could look down 
into his beloved face, seem again how strong and 
handsome it was, how romantically Nordic. "It can, dad; 
believe me, it can."

He looked up at her. "Did you have anything special in 
mind?"

"My best friend, Jean Marks."

"The saucy little redhead, the one who babysat your 
brother?"

She smiled. "I see you noticed her."

"What man could help noticing? She's a little doll, but 
too sexy for kids to play with. You mean she'd get into 
an orgy with you and me, just like that?"

Lorena said, "She's a real swinger. I think she lives 
for nothing but sex, which isn't a bad idea, at that. 
All I have to do is ask her and she'll freak out at the 
idea."

"Well," he murmured, "that's something else. I guess I'm 
not ready for the discard yet, anyhow. But we'll have to 
be very careful about it... and about just you and me, 
too. Your mother would flip out, if she even suspected, 
and in the present circumstances, she wouldn't be beyond 
calling the cops. That way, she could no doubt get the 
whole package in the settlement... the house, cars, the 
business, everything."

Lorena's smile faded and she frowned. "Oh, mom isn't 
that bad. I wish you guys... "

Her father closed his eyes. "Right now, your mother 
would not only knife me, but she'd stand there and twist 
the blade. Let's not talk about her, kid. I'm too damned 
happy to chance having that happiness destroyed."

"Okay, dad. If that's the way it has to be. We'll talk 
about something else."

"Like you," he said. "You weren't a virgin, and I'm glad 
of that, the way I'm hung. Have you been laying some kid 
I know?"

She shook her head. "I lost my cherry to Don, and you 
never met him. It was kind of messy at first, since he 
didn't really know what he was doing, either. But later 
on, it got to be the fun I thought it should be. Then I 
laid Jerry, and he'd been around some. We balled for 
several months, but he got too serious about me. Then, 
well, there was somebody else, but I won't tell you his 
name. He really turned me on, and I learned how to go 
down from him."

Her father squirmed a little. "This is fantastic, lying 
here with my beautiful, naked and freshly fucked 
daughter in my arms, talking about how many guys she's 
screwed, and about you giving a blow job. According to 
all the mores of this country, I should be outraged, but 
I'm not. I'm turned on, and beginning to see what you 
mean about orgies. With my eyes closed, smelling your 
freshness so near, I think I might enjoy seeing you take 
a dick. I might get a kick out of watching my passionate 
little girl twist and hump on another man's driving 
prick."

"Seeing it is great, dad, but being a part of it all is 
even better. I want to watch you shove this glorious 
meat into Jean's bright little pussy, and I just know 
she'll go out of her head, loving it. She won't be able 
to help herself. I don't see how mom can pass it up, 
after having you screw her so many times. Oh... I'm 
sorry; that just slipped out."

"You're curious about her, aren't you? Okay, I'll say 
that your mother is one hell of a lay, but there were 
times I felt she wasn't letting herself go all the way, 
that she was holding back."

Lorena thought about that, about hang-ups the older 
generation might have. But her mom looked so sensual, 
and moved as if she was always on her way to a bed, and 
not to sleep. Could she be withdrawing, going into kind 
of a sexual shell because of the impending split-up? If 
so, then Glynn had run into trouble. But there had been 
no sign of that this morning at home. In fact, both her 
brother and her mom had seemed very anxious to have the 
house to themselves.

"Maybe she needs something different," Lorena suggested. 
"Did she ever eat you, the way I did?" That picture made 
new life stir within her vagina, the image of her mother 
with those soft, red lips spread over the massive head 
of her father's cock.

He sighed. "She kissed it a few times, in the beginning, 
but I never felt quite right about it, with her. There 
had been a whore or two who gave me a trip around the 
world, as we called it then, but with your mother... "

"Then you never ate her, either?"

"Only twice," he answered. "And both times, she turned 
away from me afterward, as if she had merely put up with 
a deviation that was strictly mine, and not hers."

Lorena persisted. "There are other things, you know, 
other ways. Of course, I haven't tried them all yet, but 
I mean to. And Jean says they're really groovy. I think 
if you and mom could get your sex lives straightened 
out, then everything else would go back to where it used 
to be, and we would all be happy."

He took his arm from around her and turned his head. She 
said quickly, "Okay; I won't push it any more. Not that 
way, anyhow. But it does turn me on, thinking and 
talking of you two together; I wish I had had the nerve 
to sneak into your bedroom and hide in the closet, so I 
could have seen you slip your wonderful big prick into 
mom's pussy. You said she was a hell of a lay, and I'll 
bet she wraps those long legs around you, doesn't she?"

"She does," he said. "She likes it on top, on the side, 
dog fashion, any way except maybe oral. Some lucky guy 
will get a fine piece of ass after the divorce, when she 
starts looking around for another man. It's a wonder she 
isn't out screwing around now, as hot as she is. But 
she's like me in that respect, I imagine; since we've 
been at each other's throats, we haven't been interested 
in fucking anyone else. For me, that's until now, that 
is. Now, my sweet and lusty daughter, tell me if you've 
ever had a boy go down on that enticing little cunt?"

Lorena said, "No; not yet."

"Do you want it? I'd like to be the first man to eat 
you, baby."

"Of course, I want it," she said, and thought that her 
father would be getting himself a cherry of sorts from 
her. She also though she had made a lot of progress, 
learning much about the problems between her parents. If 
Glynn was doing his job as well, the plan was coming 
closer to completion. First she had to bring in Jean 
Marks, and... in a flash of inspiration... she thought 
of setting up a scene where her daddy would accidentally 
be exposed to the sight of his son fucking his wife. 
"Here I am, daddy," she said. "Eat me."


Chapter 10

Glynn poured a drink of bourbon for his mother and took 
a can of beer for himself. He still felt a little funny, 
walking around in front of her bare assed, but she 
didn't seem to mind being naked. In fact, she acted 
proud of her nude body, and he sure didn't want her to 
cover up any of it. He would never get tired of looking 
at her.

She was sitting on the couch, with her polished legs 
crossed, so that only a tufting of her ebony pubic hair 
peeped out, and right now the long nipples of her 
captivating tits were flaccid. But the heavy breasts 
themselves stood out magnificently, ripe and full. They 
swayed when she reached out for the drink he handed her.

"Thanks, dear; I need this. You're a marvelous lover, 
Glynn, so good that I'll never let you go. Even when you 
grow up and get married, I'll visit you every time your 
wife is away."

He sat down beside her and took a long, cooling swallow 
of beer. "I may never get married; I love you too much, 
and no other could ever be so beautiful."

"How sweet. Am I really as exciting as that other girl 
you laid?"

Up close, her skin was flawless, pale and translucent; 
he could see the tiny blue veins beneath it. He said, 
"She was the first, and yeah... she's pretty exciting. 
But you're special; you're the best." He wished he could 
tell her who had taken his cherry, but this wasn't the 
time.

And when he thought of Lorena, he remembered that he was 
also supposed to be working the plan along, making some 
of the moves that might keep his mother and father 
married. He couldn't possibly let her go now, and had to 
do everything he knew how to keep them from breaking up. 
It had been a hell of an idea Lorena had, the kids 
seducing the parents, but where did he go from here?

Watching his mother finish her drink, he said, "How 
could dad stay away from you?"

She put down the glass and raised her arms over her 
head, stretching. The movement threw her tits out, 
flattening them just a little as the skin grew taut over 
the delicious mounds. "It was just as difficult for me 
to stay away from him, at first. I need loving, dear; I 
need a lot of loving. Now that I have you, things are 
going to be much easier. You make me so crazy that I do 
things with you I never have with your father, and I 
love them. Teaching my son all about sex is going to be 
the most fabulous thing that ever happened to me."

Glynn drank some more beer. "Maybe you don't want to 
talk about him, but I wish you would. You know, I told 
you about hearing the two of you screw, and how wild it 
made me. Wow... if I had ever seen you making it, if I'd 
ever watched him kiss your tits and feel your pussy, I'd 
have gone off without even touching my cock."

She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Get me another drink, 
dear, and I'll tell you how it is. One time I brought 
home a huge mirror and fixed it beside the bed, so we 
could watch ourselves fucking. But your father didn't 
like it."

Hurrying, Glynn splashed her glass half full of whiskey 
and carried it back. He could feel his prick moving and 
a new strength growing inside his balls, even though he 
would have sworn that he was completely drained. He 
wanted to hear all this, and hung on each of her words 
with rapt attention.

"I would have liked it," he said.

"I was crazy about it," his mother murmured, "Seeing 
myself being screwed was great, but I had to take down 
the mirror. I've often wondered how it would be, right 
in the same room with two people who were fucking, 
watching every movement, every wiggle of her ass and 
seeing the way his prick slid in and out of her cunt."

Glynn emptied his beer can. His cock was rising, 
hardening. "But about you and dad... how does he go 
about it? What... "

Sleepy-lidded, her sultry eyes focused on his, and her 
damp, red mouth said, "Suppose I tell you all about the 
time I got pregnant with you? Would you like that, 
darling? All right, then: we had been at a party and 
were pretty high by the time we got home. We didn't even 
take showers, but started taking off our clothes right 
here in the living room. In fact, he fucked me right on 
this very couch."

Glynn's breath caught in his throat and he put his hand 
on his mother's plush thigh. She uncrossed her sleek 
legs to give him room, so he moved on in to pet the 
crisp, ringletted hairs of her enchanted pussy.

"I was so hot that night," she recalled, sipping her 
straight bourbon. "I wanted to fuck and fuck, and your 
father stayed with me for a long time. He stretched me 
out here, and lifted one of my legs up to put the foot 
on the back of the couch; my other foot was on the 
floor. He pushed a sofa pillow under my ass and fingered 
inside my blazing cunt until I came on his hand. Then, 
when I was really boiling over, he crawled in between my 
legs and fed that gigantic prick into my pussy. I 
thought we were going to break the couch, we slammed so 
hard at each other. I came with him, I remember, and he 
pumped so much semen into me that I overflowed, and we 
had to have the couch recovered to hide the stains."

Sighing, Glynn asked, "And that was the time you got 
pregnant with me?"

His mother saluted him with her empty glass. "Yes, and 
what a fortunate screw it was. Now I'm sitting here 
naked with my son, looking at his long, hard prick and 
thinking what a wonderfully ironic thing this is. I only 
wish I could have your father brought in, all tied up, 
and prop him against that wall, so he would be forced to 
watch his horny son fuck his equally horny wife. We'd 
make his eyes pop out, wouldn't we, dear?"

Before he could answer, she put her glass on the coffee 
table and slipped off the couch, twisting her full, ripe 
body around so that she was between his spread knees. He 
knew then what she was going to do to him, and hot 
lightning raced up his spine.

"Sit very still," she breathed. "Don't move, and I'll do 
everything."

With his legs veed wide, when she kneeled erect, his 
mom's tits were right at his upright shaft, and he 
watched with bated breath as she cupped the delectable 
melons and leaned forward to place them on each side of 
it. Glynn saw the swollen head of it poking from between 
the white mounds, and felt the caress of the twin 
nipples.

She rubbed her tits up and down, squeezing them 
together, and with every sliding motion her nipples slid 
over the throbbing head of his iron hard prick. He 
couldn't help waggling a little, but she hissed a 
warning at him, and he forced himself to stay quiet, 
since his mother wanted to do this her own way.

She let her breasts fall apart then, and dipped her head 
forward to draw the perfumed mist of her black hair over 
his painful cock. Glynn reveled in the tickle of it, in 
the indescribable feel of the silken hair as she ran its 
luxury along his shaft. He dug his fingers into the 
couch when his mom's cheek brushed the head of his rod.

Taking it in one hand, she pressed it against her face, 
rubbing her cheek and chin over it, guiding the knob 
over her forehead and her closed eyes. He could feel the 
gentle scrape of her eyelashes, and a shiver traveled 
the length of his tensed body.

Slowly, teasingly, she kissed the bulb, her lips soft as 
the lighting of butterflies. Several times, she kissed 
it, paying a loving homage to this sex organ that had 
developed within her own body in the beginning. She 
toyed with it, bent it slightly, and allowed it to snap 
back erect.

He thought, she's going to do it... she's actually going 
to suck my prick! It was something he hadn't even 
dreamed about with her, not until after his sister had 
done it to him. He had always imagined fucking her, 
riding between those terrific legs and pounding his hard 
cock up into the special richness of her velvet cunt, 
but the image of his mother eating his shaft hadn't come 
to mind.

Now it was about to happen, and he couldn't control the 
little muscle spasms that shook him. When her tongue 
came out and licked the end of his glans, Glynn fought a 
groan behind locked teeth, but had to let it escape as 
she curled that artful tongue around the edges of the 
knob. When his mom ran the end of her tongue down into 
the slot, he clawed at the sofa and his heels drummed a 
tattoo on the carpet.

Her lips came down and around, and her tongue 
temporarily retreated so that the cockhead could follow 
into the hot cavern of her mouth. The distended flanges 
passed through her teeth and lay for awhile along her 
supine tongue, then she moved her head and he felt his 
glans against the roof of her mouth.

"Mmmm," she said around his shaft, and drew still more 
of the rigid meat into her mouth, so that at last the 
tender head bumped itself against the matchlessly soft 
satin of her throat. Her fingers were at his balls, 
fondling and probing, and her other hand was wrapped 
around the root of his prick, holding tightly, pressing 
down and releasing in rhythm.

Glynn's head was turning from side to side, and he bit 
into his lip when she started to apply suction, as she 
pulled his cockhead deep and shoved it back out with her 
tongue.

The cheeks of his ass clenched at the slippery sucking, 
as she moved her head slowly up and down and the inner 
velvets of her cheeks flowed back and forth over his 
knob. Of their own volition, his hands came hesitatingly 
up and held her head, his fingers going deeply into her 
bountiful hair. She didn't seem to mind now, and he 
rested them there.

Her own hands moved, too, sliding down his thighs and 
behind his knees to fondle the calves of his legs. They 
came back up, gripped his knees again, and urged them 
up. Glynn slid forward a bit and hiked his pelvis, 
lifting his feet from the floor and helping his mother 
drape his legs around her shoulders.

His feet rubbed up and down her back and he could feel 
the resilient pressure of her tits in his crotch. She 
tipped his cock down slightly, and gnawed on it, her 
tongue busy over the head. Glynn's fingers clamped 
harder into her hair, and he began to hunch at her 
mouth, moving his shaft deep into it, nudging the back 
of her throat.

Fucking her head; he was screwing her face, pouring the 
prick into her mouth, into his own mother's loving hot 
mouth, and she increased the sucking, bobbed her head 
more quickly up and down, timing her pumping motions to 
his thrusts.

"Oh, mom! Ooohh... I can't take it... so hot... you're 
eating me, eating my cock... you're sucking me off and I 
love it... oh! Ah! Oh you beautiful cocksucker, I'm 
about to cum. I'm going to let it all go in your mouth 
and down your throat... c-cumming; CUMMING!"

Groaning, she pulled harder as he shuddered and gave one 
more hump that ground his pelvis against her teeth. The 
orgasm came roaring up from his leaping balls, sizzled 
along his swollen shaft and burst from the head of his 
prick in a deluge of semen. Holding tightly to her head, 
rolling his hips and digging his heels into the curve of 
her smooth back, Glynn spurted his hot juice into his 
mom's throat. She took it down, lapping and swallowing, 
sliding the sweet creamy fluids thirstily into the 
narrow cave of her throat, chewing gently upon the 
dripping knob to bring forth more.

Glynn thought that his backbone was turning to water, or 
to more come, and that she would suck him completely 
dry. He didn't give a damn if she turned him inside out, 
if his balls shriveled up and fell off. It was so far-
out, such a crazy, groovy sensation that he turned weak 
and his legs fell away from her shoulders. When his feet 
hit the carpet with a thump, his mother seemed to come 
back from some far and ravenous place.

With a final licking of his cockhead, she lifted her 
face and let the bulb slip wetly from her smiling lips. 
"Was it wonderful, dear? Did it just tear you apart?"

Glynn couldn't trust his voice not to squeak, so he 
nodded, his head kind of loose and rolling on his neck. 
She kissed his flinching belly and drew her tongue up 
his chest; then, leaning into him and pulling his face 
down to hers, she stuck out her tongue.

"Here, lover; taste your own wet semen."

Inside his mouth, her tongue moved around, fondling his 
teeth and cheeks. There was a flavor of musk unlike 
hers, a different spice that had been manufactured deep 
within his own testicles. Gasping, he broke the sticky 
kiss and gulped deep breaths.

"My turn to bring you a beer," she said, and climbed 
from between his spread knees. He watched her go to the 
bar, seeing the enticing swinging of her hips, the 
jiggle of her ass and the supremely graceful scissoring 
of those tapered legs. Dizzily, he wondered if any kid 
his age had ever been so damned lucky.

Any guy would give his left nut to have a crack at that 
beautiful ass, and give up the right one for a chance to 
get that kind of head given him. Glynn thought that his 
father must be out of his tree completely, to even 
consider giving up such fucking. But he really didn't 
want his old man moving out, not even if that meant he'd 
have his mother all to himself.

There was still that other thing he had, the need to 
watch his mom fuck, and there was nobody he would rather 
see in action with her than his father. Besides, Lorena 
was no doubt going ape over the old man by now, digging 
him as much as Glynn was enjoying his mom, and she 
wouldn't stand for his leaving. He didn't want his 
sister to follow, either. That would be too much of a 
split, and Lorena was a crazy piece of ass herself. No 
harm in fucking both of them, he thought, her and his 
mother.

"Here's to us," his mother said, giving him a can of 
beer and holding up her own refilled glass. "May we 
always have as much fun."

"Oh, we will," he assured her, and wrinkled his nose as 
bubbles from the beer tickled it inside. Was this a good 
time to talk to her some more, while they were resting? 
He glanced over at the clock behind the bar and thought 
there should be plenty of time, Lorena wouldn't let go 
of their dad in a hurry.

"Mom," he said, "did you ever think about swinging with 
anybody else? Maybe even a... a girl?"

She sat down in the big chair across from him, and 
crossed her legs. "Why not? The way I see it, especially 
since your father insists upon being such an utter ass, 
is that I don't have all that many good years left. If 
he doesn't want me, then I'm sure others do, and that 
might include a little girl-to-girl activity, too."

He saw that she was on the way to being smashed, and 
thought he'd try to steer her away from drinking any 
more, but he was glad to hear her say she wouldn't mind 
playing around with another girl in the act. From the 
things he'd read, and pictures he had seen, Glynn knew 
that chicks sometimes dug other chicks sexually, and 
even though that wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind, 
it was okay.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" His mother asked. "That 
little girl who got to you before me?"

He drank more beer and said, "I kind of fibbed to you, 
mom. I've screwed two girls before you, and I don't want 
to tell you about one of them; not yet. But the other is 
my babysitter."

She sat erect. "What? That perfectly beautiful little 
thing with the exquisite red hair? You have good taste, 
lover."

"I think she'd join us," he said. "I'm just about sure 
of it, because I laid her and the other one together, 
taking turns with them, like... so many strokes into one 
pussy, so many into the other; they held hands all the 
time."

"Well," his mother said slowly, "and I was going to 
teach you. Could you really get her to... to make love 
with us? When?"

"Let's try for tonight," he answered.


Chapter 11

They came in after dinner, and they'd had their own in a 
cute restaurant, holding their heads close together and 
whispering exactly like what they were... lovers. Her 
dad hadn't minded the curious, knowing glances they 
received; he had been altogether too busy being the nice 
guy he was.

But they had to go back home; she reminded him of that 
sad fact over a glass of light wine he sneaked her. So 
they left the candlelight and wine atmosphere and drove 
back to the house. All the way, her father kept working 
on excuses as to why they had been gone the entire day, 
excuses that Lorena knew they wouldn't need.

Her brother was downstairs in the living room, in front 
of the color TV, seemingly very casual, but a closer 
look told her that he was beat. While her dad went to 
the downstairs bathroom, she leaned over and kissed 
Glynn.

"Where's mom?"

"Upstairs lying down. She got a little crocked, even 
though I tried to hold back on the supply."

She kissed him again, feeling very loving, and sat down 
on the arm of the big chair. "Looks like she worked you 
over pretty good, lover boy. You're kind of pale and 
pooped."

Glynn sighed. "I may not be able to walk upstairs 
without help. Wow! I thought you and I had some great 
sessions, but mom is the wildest. She's been without 
screwing for a long time, she said, and I guess she made 
up for it with me."

"It was sort of that way with dad and me," Lorena said. 
"But I think it's more than not fucking for awhile; I 
think it's who they're fucking that turns them on so 
much. Wasn't it like that with you? I mean, I got my 
greatest kicks with you, far more than with the other 
guys I screwed... until dad's big cock got in me. Then 
it was like nothing ever before."

"Yeah," Glynn agreed. "I almost came on the outside of 
mom's pussy, just touching it with the head of my prick. 
And it seemed like I couldn't stop fucking her, couldn't 
ever get enough of that sweet cunt. I went down on her, 
Lorena, and she ate me, too."

She squirmed on the chair arm, stimulated at hearing 
what her mother did. "Did you get a chance to bring up 
swinging with others?"

He nodded and slipped his arm around her waist. "I told 
her about Jean Marks, and she liked the idea. She wanted 
to know how soon we could get together. I said maybe 
tonight, but I'm in no shape for it now. How does dad 
screw?"

"Wonderfully," she said, holding his hand. "Once he got 
past the hang-up about me being his baby girl, he fucked 
me until I passed out. I couldn't get more than the head 
of his cock in my mouth... you have no idea how gigantic 
it is... but I gave him some good head. And afterward, 
he ate me out, even though he'd never fully done it to a 
woman before, not even to mom."

Glynn moved both their hands down and snuggled them 
between Lorena's thighs with a quiet kind of intimacy 
she liked. He said, "She told me his hang-ups, and 
admitted she wanted to watch some fucking. I didn't say 
you and I had swung. Did you tell dad?"

"No; I didn't think it was time. But I did bring up 
Jean, and he really dug the idea. I'm not sure she can 
take his big cock, though; she's so small and delicate, 
even if she's practically a nympho. I figured to get the 
three of us swinging together, so he'll loosen up more. 
Then, maybe we can arrange for him to see you and mom 
screwing. That ought to plug the plug for sure."

Glynn massaged her mound. "One way or another. I just 
hope he doesn't freak out and beat the hell out of me."

"How can he?" Lorena asked. "I mean, he's fucking his 
daughter, and another kid, too. So how can he flip when 
he discovers that his wife is doing the same thing? I 
only wish we had another guy to bring in, somebody we 
could trust, but I can't think of anybody. Maybe later."

"Hey," Glynn said, "you feel real good. If you're not 
too tired, maybe I can get it up again, and you can tell 
me all the details of how the old man put his big meat 
to you."

She laughed. "I wonder if you'll ever get enough pussy? 
You know, I hope I can set it up so that both you and 
daddy can screw me at the same time. The two of you 
could take turns on me, then I could eat one of you 
while the other one gave me a good, long fucking."

"You think he'll go for that?" her brother asked 
anxiously. "If he will, we can do the same act with mom. 
I'd really dig that, the two of us putting the meat to 
mom."

Lorena said, pressing his hand deeper into her crotch, 
"Don't be selfish. I'll be there, too, doing whatever I 
can to help us all."

"I'm getting hard," Glynn announced. "But what about 
Jean? Are you going to call her?"

"In a few minutes," she answered. "But not for you. If 
she can come over and spend the night, I want her for 
dad and me. And if you're not asleep, I promise to come 
in and keep you company for awhile."

"Okay," her brother said, and no more, for at that time 
their father came into the room and went to the bar.

Glynn said "hi" and went upstairs. Lorena slid off the 
arm and into the chair, her mound dampened by the 
playing around her brother had done with it. Watching 
her dad mix a strong highball, she thought that he had 
had only wine today, but the minute he got home, he 
needed something stronger.

"Mom's in bed early," she said to him. "Glynn said she 
had a little too much and called it a night."

"That figures," he said. "Damnit, today was so great, 
and now it turns sour, back in this house with her."

She got up and went to him, to press her slim body 
against his big, muscled one. "I'll call Jean to sleep 
over. You can come into my room, so that even if mom 
does wake up, she won't suspect anything if she hears a 
couple of giggling kids."

"I don't know," he said. "It's too dangerous here."

Kissing him hard on the mouth, tasting the residue of 
his drink there, she said, "Don't be a cop out. Unless 
you can't take any more screwing?"

He swallowed more whiskey and grinned. "I think I can 
ball all night; I never felt younger or stronger."

"Good," she said, and went to the telephone. Sure, Jean 
said, she could come right over and how was darling 
Glynn doing.

Softly into the mouthpiece, Lorena said, "It's not him. 
It's my dad. I balled him last night and all day, and 
now we're ready for you."

"Wow!" Jean said. "You aren't putting me on? That big, 
sexy hunk of man... you swung with your own dad, too?"

"All the way," Lorena answered. "He thinks you're 
something else, by the way."

"I'll be right over," Jean gasped. "Where's your mom?"

"Zonked out," Lorena said, "crashed. Glynn's out of 
action, also. So that leaves us three."

"A nice, swinging number," Jean said, and hung up.

Turning, Lorena said, "She's coming right over. Maybe 
you ought to bring a bottle up to my room?"

Shaking his head, her dad murmured, "I can't believe 
that all this is happening to me, but if it's a dream, I 
don't want to wake up."

Lorena climbed the stairs, went to pee, and had another 
quick shower, wanting to be all fragrant and fresh for 
him... and for Jean, she thought. How would it be, one 
chick with another? Not as good as fucking a man, 
probably, but different and good, maybe. It wouldn't 
hurt to try, and could add an entirely new dimension to 
the relationship. Jean had hinted around a time or two 
that she wouldn't be adverse to doing it, and Lorena 
suspected that the other girl was already experienced.

When the door buzzer sounded, she wrapped her blue robe 
around her damp body and went pounding back downstairs 
to let in her friend. Her father was still at the bar, 
and she caught Jean excitedly by the hand to lead her to 
the bedroom.

Inside, she helped the girl strip off her clothing, and 
marveled again at the miniature precision of Jean's 
lovely little body. The small, but perfectly shaped 
breasts stood up pertly, tipped with exotic pink 
nipples, and Jean's skin was so finely textured it felt 
like warm silk.

"That feels nice," Jean said. "Your hands, I mean. Got a 
robe I can borrow? We don't want to shake up your dad 
too much, not right away."

Lorena hauled a pale green dressing gown from her 
closet, and held it so Jean could put it on. The girl 
leaned back against her, and took Lorena's hands to lift 
them to the compact cones of her tits. Her hair was 
close to Lorena's face, and smelled of a sensual 
perfume.

"This feels even better," Jean murmured, practically 
lost in the translucent robe. Her little body burned 
through the thin material and into Lorena's. "How did 
you do it... make your father?"

"Helped him get smashed, then sneaked into his bed and 
pretended to be mom. They haven't been sleeping together 
for months, and he was horny as anything. By the time he 
realized he wasn't fucking her, but his daughter, it was 
too late. He had already cum in me."

Jean giggled and rubbed the diminutive hillocks of her 
saucy ass into Lorena's belly. "And now that you turned 
him on, he's ready for anything? So are you, it seems."

"I think so," Lorena answered. "We'll get to that later, 
I guess, although I don't know how my daddy will take 
something so far-out."

"He'll like it fine," Jean assured her. "Guys really dig 
seeing two chicks make it with each other; it turns them 
on like you wouldn't believe."

Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Lorena felt a warm 
rush of blood to her face and let go of Jean's tits to 
step back. "There he is. I guess we'll just play it by 
ear."

"If that's your bag," Jean laughed and drew the 
diaphanous robe tightly about her body to outline the 
shape of it.

Eric Johansen came quickly into the room, shutting and 
locking the door behind himself. He had two bottles, one 
a fifth of bourbon, the other a mix. "Hello, girls."

Seeing that her father was doing his best to play it 
cool, Lorena caught his hand briefly, then took the 
bottles and put them on her dresser. "You remember Jean 
Marks, dad?"

"How could I forget her?" he asked. "You leave an 
indelible impact, Jean."

"Hey," Jean said, "that's what I like about older men; 
they're thoughtful and nice."

"Well," he said. He was wearing a satin robe that 
exposed his hairy legs and dipped in front to show more 
fur on his broad chest. Lorena thought he looked yummy.

Jean broke the unnatural awkwardness by simply opening 
her robe and dropping it from her shoulders. Lorena saw 
her dad's eyes go wide at sight of the lovely body. Jean 
looked terrific, of course, creamy white and deep reds, 
the dark scarlet hair luxuriant over her tiny mound, the 
hills and valleys of her flesh all cunningly molded. As 
they watched, she pirouetted slowly, lifting her arms, a 
gorgeous little mannequin.

Lorena took off her covering, but simply stood quiet and 
looked at her father.

He said, "Here are two truly beautiful girls, the 
prettiest, most charming girls I've ever seen. They're 
naked and adventurous, and here I am... scared as any 
kid on his first outing. I'm one hell of a long way from 
being a cherry, but I'm as nervous as if I was."

"Don't be, dad," Lorena said. "Why don't you sit down on 
the bed and I'll get a glass for your drink. Jean... "

"Sure," Jean breathed huskily, and moved to the bed to 
sit beside him. As Lorena splashed whiskey and mix into 
a glass retrieved from the bathroom, she watched her 
friend playing with her father's robe.

"Sit up, Mr. Johansen." Jean murmured, "so I can help 
you out of the sleeves."

Lorena brought him the strong drink, and her dad grabbed 
it anxiously. She saw his nude body then as Jean whipped 
off the robe, saw that he was still edgy about being 
with two young girls, and one of them his own daughter. 
His cock hung down limply between the sinewy columns of 
his thighs.

"Damn," Jean said, "I never saw one that long before, 
but if you took it, Lorena... I guess I can, too."

"Wait'll you see it hard," Lorena said, knowing a warm 
stir within her pussy at the sight of her father's 
appetizing cock, and went around to the other side of 
the bed.

When she crawled onto it, Jean was kissing him, one hand 
fondling the soft tool, the other arm around his neck. 
Her father caressed the little girl, running his hands 
over the perfect small body.

Lorena slid across the bed and came to her knees to 
press her tits into her dad's back while she held to his 
hips. Her brushy mound rubbed up and down along his 
spine, and she figured that he was getting the damnedest 
kiss of his life.

They sank back to the mattress together, and Jean pushed 
him over onto his back. "The first time, I think I'll 
try it this way, Mr. Johansen, so I can handle that 
giant thing my own way. Oh wow... look how it's 
growing!"

Still kneeling beside her father, Lorena saw that his 
prick was reaching its full and magnificent size, the 
glans puffing its lavender velvet knob awesomely, the 
corded shaft glowing with inner life, and his hairy 
balls looking solid. It was lovely to her, no longer 
frightening, but she understood how the other girl could 
be shaken by its length and heft.

But Jean was handling it now, stroking her tiny hands up 
and down, caressing her fluttering fingers over the head 
of the big prick. Lorena watched the girl climb over his 
body, straddling the man, both hands still toying with 
his cock.

Turning her head, Jean asked over one shapely shoulder, 
"It's okay if I take him on first, isn't it? I mean, 
you've already been screwed today, and I haven't."

"Be my guest," Lorena said in high excitement, running 
her fingertips over the erectile tips of her aching 
breasts. "Daddy's all ready."

An exquisitely formed little goddess, Jean poised 
momentarily above him, sculptured in rose and gold and 
red, the twin cheeks of her molded ass twitching.

Jean moved the huge cock she was holding, and biting her 
lips, guided its pulsing head into the caress of her 
pubic hairs. "It's so big... so big."

But the blunt tip dug up into the small crotch, and 
Lorena saw it slowly going inside Jean's mini-pussy. Bit 
by bit, as the girl squirmed to make it fit, the bulb 
pushed on when Jean gently lowered her ass. An inch, 
then another disappeared into the curly red hairs, and 
Lorena could make out the cunt lips stretching pinkly 
around the very rim of her father's cockhead. The girl 
gave a strong downward hunch, tightening the cheeks of 
her ass as she did so, and the head vanished into her 
vagina.

"Ooohh!" Jean gasped. "It's like riding a salami... oh! 
Stretching me open... big and hard and groovy... "

Lorena could resist no longer; she reached down between 
the girl's thighs and fingered the root of the throbbing 
shaft. She felt the slickness of Jean's love juice upon 
it and touched the marvelously soft labia as Jean's cunt 
came to rest there. Her other hand cuddling her own 
pussy, her little finger tickling into its hot lips, 
Lorena squeezed on the hilt of her father's prick and 
reveled in the up and down sensation of the other girl's 
cunt lips, too.

Releasing her own snatch, she came up to kneel right 
behind Jean; this way, she could still reach down and 
play between two pairs of thighs, toying with balls and 
cock as Jean slid up and down upon the deeply embedded 
shaft. Lorena's tits nuzzled into Jean's back, and she 
loved the sensation of the little ass bumping her belly.

"E-every time I wiggle," Jean panted, "my clit goes 
crazy. The head of this prick hits bottom, too. Ahh... 
oh, Mr. Johansen, you're wonderful"

It seemed impossible for Jean to be taking all that 
mammoth cock, Lorena thought, but it was happening, and 
that tiny cunt must be stretched to its capacity, packed 
with so much hard meat. She reached around and took both 
the girl's firm tits in her hands, kneading them 
tenderly as Jean stroked up and down.

Leaning back and twisting her head around, Jean sought 
Lorena's mouth. Their tongues met furiously and their 
teeth clashed as Jean continued to ride the upright 
pole, wiggling and hunching on it. Lorena felt the moan 
burst against her teeth as Jean came, felt the long 
convulsion that wracked the vibrant little body as the 
climax crested through it.

"Hot and tight, holding my prick with hot fingers," her 
father grunted, surging his pelvis upward. "Sucking on 
my rod... ah, kid... you sweet little cunt! Uh... uh... 
UH!!"

He came, heaving up in a spasm that lifted them both 
from the bed. As he dropped back, Lorena realized that 
his river of bubbling semen was pumping into her 
friend's pussy, that her raunchy daddy was shooting his 
hot cum into Jean's shuddering cunt, drowning the tiny 
velvet envelope. She envied her friend the rare 
sensation, and squeezed hard upon Jean's tits.

Jean's tongue went still in Lorena's mouth, and their 
breath sighed, blending in warmth, understanding and 
sharing. Lorena was very glad for the moment, even 
though her own pussy was afire with want.

When Jean sagged limply forward, Lorena let go of the 
girl's breasts and helped her work the massive shaft out 
of her pussy. It came into the air with a plopping 
sound, and semen ran down Jean's molded thigh.

Rolling over onto the bed, Jean whispered, "J-just give 
me a minute or two, Lorena. I think I exploded."

And her father fumbled weakly at the bedside table for 
his glass. Lorena leaned across and gave it to him. He 
said, "She's got a pussy even tighter than yours, baby. 
It's like fucking a ten year old kid... but a kid who 
knows how to screw, and loves the meat."

"I'm glad you two dig each other so much," Lorena said. 
"See how much fun sharing can be, dad? I got my kicks 
out of watching you fuck, seeing your big cock slipping 
in and out of her little snatch. I held her tits, too, 
and felt her pussy with my fingers while you were inside 
it, stretching it so wide."

His eyes held hers. "I felt it, baby, and I wished I 
could have my cock in both of you at the same time."

"You can take turns on us," she said, "crossing over on 
our cunts until you cum in one of them, and I hope it's 
mine."

"Not yet," he said. "I'm out of gas right now, but when 
I get myself pumped up again, I'm going to give my 
bitchy little daughter the fucking of her young life."

"For now, I'll take a sip of your drink," she murmured, 
"and mix you another one."

When she came back to the bed and gave it to him, he was 
sitting up, his prick at greasy half-mast. Jean held up 
her hands and Lorena climbed over her dad to go to the 
girl.


Chapter 12

Glynn caught his sister coming out of the bathroom on 
Sunday morning. She was still glowing, but looked a 
little mussed, as if she had gone through a long and 
grueling night.

"Hey, sis... how did it go? He locked the door, and I 
couldn't ease into your room to watch from the closet, 
but I wanted to."

She smiled. "It's a good thing dad and mom sleep in 
different rooms; he's still in there all wrapped around 
Jean. Now he's fucked all three of us women, just as you 
have."

"All three... oh yeah, including mom. I heard her moving 
around downstairs awhile ago. She slept the night 
through." Glynn held to his sister's hand. "I'm 
wondering how I can get Jean and mom together today. Got 
any ideas?"

"How about if I split with dad? We can say we're going 
up to his office or something. Then you can use little 
Jean to turn on mother and ball her yourself."

"Good enough," he said, feeling a lift of anticipation 
at the idea of swinging with the little redhead and his 
mom. "But you know something? I'm missing your pussy, 
sis. I hope it doesn't take much longer before we can 
all be together, you and me, mom and dad."

Her kiss brushed his mouth and she said, "Hang in there, 
Glynn. I'll go get them up so we can have breakfast; all 
of us need the vitamins."

When she darted back through the bath, he went on down 
the stairs, eager to see his beautiful mom again.

It felt funny, he thought, talking about fucking with 
his sister, discussing their sex life openly and up 
front, but there were a lot of things changing around 
here since the plan had gotten moving. With any luck at 
all, he and Lorena ought to be able to work out the rest 
of it, getting his old man and mom together again.

"Hi mom... smells like pancakes. Did you know that Jean 
Marks stayed over last night? No, I guess not; you were 
asleep when she came after Lorena called her."

His mother was dressed in hip-snugging slacks, black and 
slinky, with a see-through white blouse. A bra cupped 
her opulent breasts, and he wished she didn't have it 
on, so he could see those great nipples. She said, "Oh? 
Did you and Jean have fun?"

He came up to her and put his arms around her slim 
waist, tugging her close so he could feel the shape of 
her ass against him. "Didn't touch her, mom, I swear. 
But if we can get dad and Lorena out of the house again, 
I think I can have her spend the rest of the day here... 
with us."

"I... I don't know," she said. "Everything looks 
different in the hard light of day, dear. Besides, your 
father took your sister along yesterday and he won't 
want to."

He rubbed against her, his cook getting hard at the 
merest touch of her beguiling ass. He wanted to slide 
his shaft between those pear-shaped cheeks and move up 
and down, maybe prod her hidden asshole a little before 
lowering the head and pushing it thrillingly into the 
hot, wet grip of that fantastically beautiful pussy.

"Don't be a copout, mom; I won't let you. Last night you 
were all up on the idea of Jean with us, making love, 
and I can just about guarantee that Lorena will haul dad 
off again this morning."

She trembled against him and said softly, "All right; I 
just couldn't resist my eager young lover, even if I 
tried. If they go out, I'll go right to my room, and you 
can bring Jean there. Have you talked to her about it?"

"I'll get to her right after breakfast," he promised, 
and stepped back, letting go his mother's body as he 
heard footsteps on the stairs.

They ate quickly, with Lorena and him carrying most of 
the conversation, and when they were having a second cup 
of coffee, his sister announced that she was going to 
the office with their father.

"Some files to catch up on," his father said without 
looking up from his plate, "and Lorena volunteered to 
help."

Surprisingly, his mom said nothing in return, no putdown 
as she would normally have done. It was pretty nice, 
Glynn thought, not to have his parents cutting at each 
other all the time. He followed Lorena out to the 
station wagon because she motioned him to, and there she 
whispered in his ear that she would go away for about 
two hours.

"That will make it about noon when we come back, Glynn. 
Leave all the doors unlocked, and I'll accidentally let 
dad see you putting it to mother, with Jean right there 
helping. Just a glimpse to shake him up real good, then 
I'll back him out. It's the next logical step."

Glynn said, "Well, all right, but I'm still a little 
shaky about him seeing me and mom." He saw his dad 
coming around the car and split, his belly tightening. 
Sure, he thought, it all seemed very logical and simple, 
but what if his old man blew his cork? Dad might figure 
it was fine for him to stick his daughter, but he might 
not want his boy sticking his wife.

Back in the house, he saw his mother and Jean Marks 
cleaning up the remains of breakfast, and heard the 
dishwasher going. This kind of thing could turn a 
worried guy into a juice head, he decided, but voted 
against a beer on top of hotcakes with syrup. He 
compared the two... his mother tall and willowy, but 
with flared hips and long, eye-catching legs, Jean small 
and cute, put together like a miniature Venus. Mom's 
hair was black as night, and Jean's was flaming red.

They seemed to be getting to know each other, laughing 
and whispering things he couldn't hear. As he fidgeted 
just beyond the door, his fear fading in his eagerness 
to screw these two beautiful females, he saw Jean put a 
hand upon his mom's waist, and watched it drift almost 
casually down across her ass.

Immediately, his shaft leaped to attention. Jean was 
feeling up his mom, and he knew damned well that he was 
going to see some lesbian type loving before long, that 
he was going to be a major part of a sexual get together 
different from the one he had joined with Jean and his 
sister.

This time, Jean would make love to his mother, and maybe 
it would also go the other way around, while he got his 
licks in with both of them.

He couldn't just hang around and watch them, so he went 
up to take a bath, using plenty of hot water and soap, 
lathering his body strongly, then changing the water 
flow slowly from hot to cold. In the end, he found 
himself yelling and dancing around in the needlelike 
spray.

They were waiting for him in his mother's room... but 
not really. Jean and his mom had started without him, 
for they were already naked and together on the bed. As 
he stood staring in the doorway, he saw the little girl 
crawling over on top of his mother's statuesque body. 
Jean had both hands full of tit, and was kissing the bee 
stung lips with dedication, her little pink tongue 
darting in and out.

Glynn heard his mother make some kind of choking noise, 
and watched her hands come up to cup the trimly molded 
ass cheeks, to caress and stroke them, push them 
together and pull them apart. The sight started a 
vibration in his rigid cock, and he walked slowly toward 
the bed where they were squirming. For the moment, they 
seemed to have forgotten he existed, and he couldn't 
blame them.

His mother was having her first lesbian experience, and 
Glynn was anxious to see what would happen next, but not 
from a distance. Not wanting to miss a single movement, 
he sat down on the far edge of the bed, holding his cock 
and staring avidly at them.

Jean manipulated his mom's breasts, thumbing the nipples 
while she kissed the older woman, mashing down on the 
springy mounds and letting them spring up rounded again. 
Her sleek little belly moved back and forth, seeking 
contact with their crotches, but until Jean stopped 
kissing her mouth and slid down, their cunts couldn't 
meet.

When she reached the base of the white throat, her mouth 
hesitated, and Jean licked the hollow there, then dipped 
over to the left to fasten hotly upon the upright 
nipple. Glynn sighed as the girl sucked upon that 
fabulous tit, because he knew the texture and flavor of 
it himself. She caressed the belly, the hips, and his 
mother's fingers dug into Jean's ass.

They were moving together then, pussy to pussy, Jean in 
between his mom's out flung legs, between the full, rich 
thighs. They humped and ground their cunts, making 
fucking motions as if one of them was a man, and he 
could see Jean's dark red pussy massaging his mother's 
midnight black cunt.

Moaning, his mother gasped out: "Oh! Oh darling girl... 
it's wonderful to feel you like this, your sweet little 
box against mine. Oh! Yes, dear... your clit against 
mine... humping, humping... oh!"

And Jean answered hotly, "Yes, Arlene... yes, Mrs. 
Johansen; what a deep, wet cunt you have, all velvet and 
juicy. So lovely, so hot and beautiful. Fuck me, 
Arlene... fuck me!"

The girl's ass blurred as she stroked furiously into the 
woman's cunt, heaving and twisting, rubbing her inflamed 
clitoris into his mother's steaming box. Glynn clamped 
down hard on his cock as he saw his mom lift her 
symmetrical legs and coil them around the small, perfect 
body. They really screwed then, moaning and gasping, 
rotating their asses and ramming their cunts together 
faster and faster.

"C-cumming!" his mother cried out. "Oh you wonderful 
little thing, you're making me cum!"

"Me, too!" Jean sobbed, bumping her crotch violently 
into the black one, making wet sounds. "Your beautiful 
hairy pussy... oh, squeeze me in your thighs, Mrs. 
Johansen, grind that terrific cunt into mine... OOOHH!"

Glynn sat entranced, his prick leaping in his hand, his 
balls packing themselves with fluid that was demanding 
to be released. They were so damned beautiful together, 
lying wrapped in naked flesh, and they had just reached 
a mutual orgasm, sharing the lascivious delights that 
one woman could give to another.

And Jean was only beginning. A real AC-DC chick, he 
thought, as she began to slide down his mother's supine, 
panting body, kissing the rib cage, licking her tongue 
over the smoothly mounded belly to ram it hotly into the 
navel. His mom shuddered all over, and pawed ineffectual 
hands at the twisted sheet, her mouth hanging open and 
her eyelashes fluttering.

"Your skin tastes like honey," Jean purred, "and I'll 
bet your pussy is even richer. Love the feel of your 
cunt hair against my cheek, Arlene, it's all crinkly and 
kind of stiff, and I can smell the perfume of it, warm 
and pungent."

The girl was rubbing her face into his mother's snatch, 
first one cheek, then the other, nosing into the thick 
curls of the ebony pubic hair. She even used her chin to 
burrow into the springy bush, and nipped the insides of 
the trembling white thighs with quick, hungry teeth. 
Glynn clamped down on the head of his prick, held it 
lightly as he watched.

He climbed on the bed with his knees, and scrambled over 
so he could see the most intimate details. There was 
Jean's tongue lapping like a puppy dog into his mom's 
quivering labia; he could see that the cunt lips were 
swollen now and turning redder. Jean was playing with 
the cheeks of the other woman's ass and dipping her 
fingers into the crack while she ate pussy.

The dark red head, the elfin face, pushed deeper into 
the humid receptiveness of his mother's crotch, and he 
watched Jean take the cunt lips between her teeth to 
bite tenderly upon them. His mom rocked from side to 
side and her ass began to hike itself up and down. She 
took the girl's head in her hands then, and her hunching 
movement fucked it.

Glynn stared down at Jean's up tilted ass, at the 
sweetly formed cheeks and the tiny cleft with its 
feathery covering. He saw the tight little anus, and 
below it, as Jean wiggled, the cunning design of her 
tiny pussy. It pouched at him when she pumped her ass, 
as she buried her face inside his mom's blackly heaving 
cunt.

It was so close; he ran his hands over the sleek 
buttocks and felt their shape, their warmth, the 
smoothness of them. Prodding, he slipped the distended 
head of his stiff prick between her thighs, and for a 
few breathless seconds she rode his shaft, skidding her 
wet cunt lips up and down the length of it. Then Glynn 
used one hand to hold her bobbing still, the other to 
hold his cock while he steered the blunt glans into the 
tufted red hair.

The heat of it sizzled against his cockhead, and he 
shoved steadily into it, fitting his knob into the tight 
but eager slot that was so inviting. It went in slowly 
as the lips turned elastic and gave to his pressure; the 
bulb popped inside her pussy, and with a long, twisting 
stroke, he seated the rest of his prick full length 
within the tight sleeve of Jean's blistering young cunt.

Glynn had never fucked this way before, from behind. It 
was a new sensation for him to snug his balls up tight 
to the neatly sculptured ass, to drive his long thrusts 
into the girl as she shook her tail against him. It was 
good, he thought dazedly, holding to her waist with both 
hands and cramming his cock while Jean ate so ardently 
into his mother's pussy.

"I... I can't stand it!" his mother called out, swinging 
her head blindly from side to side like a metronome, her 
tits heaving and her belly jerking. "Oh... it's too 
much, too much, darling! My pussy is going insane... 
ahh! Oh! Please... oohh!!"

Narrow and snug, Jean's cunt worked over his moving 
prick, and his balls swung against the backs of her 
thighs. Glynn stared down at the entangled women, at the 
sweetly surging ass he was putting the rod into, at the 
twisting, arching form of his mother in the throes of 
her orgasm on the girl's avid mouth.

His mom fell back limply, and Jean lifted her dripping 
face from between the older woman's thighs. Glynn gave 
her a few more strokes, and Jean's pussy thrummed around 
his buried cock like a soft tuning fork. She was 
cumming, too, he knew, and held his shaft solidly in 
her, deeply within her box, as her hot oils bathed it.

By keeping still, he didn't cum. It felt almost as good, 
he thought, and held his prick inside the girl's snatch, 
wondering if this was how to keep fucking for a long, 
long time. Jean wobbled in his grasp, so he allowed her 
to slide forward, so that his hard pole slipped soapily 
from the kiss of her pussy lips.

"Oh, lover boy," she said, rolling over and smiling 
wetly up at him. "That was a fine screwing; you timed it 
just right, while I was about to make your mother cum."

Glynn was proud of himself, and saw that his mom's eyes 
were opening, that her dark eyes were focusing upon his 
posed cock with its shiny head. She acted puzzled, as if 
she didn't quite know where she was for a moment; then 
her eyes cleared and she smiled that warm, bitchy smile.

"Well, dear... you've just seen your mom debauching 
herself with a girl. Did it surprise you as much as it 
did me? I had no idea, really... but it's so different, 
so tender and thrilling."

He said, "You were great, mom. I put it to Jean from the 
rear, while she was eating your pussy, but I didn't cum 
yet."

"I sure did," Jean announced. I had it going for me at 
both ends, and I came so hard that my head spun. Wow... 
what a beautiful family you are, every one of you!"

Glynn saw his mother frown. "Every one, Jean?" she 
asked.

He moved to her, hurriedly cutting off the conversation, 
telling himself that he would break the news a little 
later, that she didn't have to know right now. She would 
have to discover that dad was screwing her daughter 
sometime, but there was more than an hour left before 
Lorena was due home.

"I'd like to fuck you dog fashion, mom. Maybe you'd like 
to go down on Jean, kind of reversing your positions. 
She's ready for it, ready for anything."

Eyes clouding over in that special, sexy way, his mother 
licked her full lips and nodded. "That sounds nice, 
lover. Were you saving your load for me?"

She kissed him before turning to straddle Jean's slim 
body, and he still felt the wet thrusting of her tongue 
for several seconds afterward. Trembling, he watched 
Jean set herself for the oral loving, putting a pillow 
under her piquant little ass so that her scarlet mouth 
tipped upward, and spreading her polished knees wide.

The red tufted and downy hair of her pussy gleamed up at 
his mother, and the older woman stooped to gather the 
small girl lovingly in her arms. As Glynn watched 
enraptured, his mom snugged Jean close, kissing her 
mouth hungrily, shoving her tongue deep into the 
gasping, open lips. His mother's knee was prodding into 
Jean's crotch, and the lovely girl was wiggling upon it, 
rolling her snatch hard against the sleek flesh there.

Then his mom, his gorgeous, sensual mom, was kissing 
Jean's tit, sucking upon each nipple in turn, and her 
hands were cupping the girl's body, running over the 
warm skin. She lowered the girl and began to lick hotly 
over her chest and belly. Her fabulously shaped ass came 
back toward Glynn, lifting up as she slid down Jean's 
writhing body to the treasure of the fragrantly steaming 
pussy.

Head turning back over her shoulder, his mother said to 
Glynn: "Put it to me, son."

The cheeks of her ass were like big, beautiful melons in 
his hands, and when she turned to plunge her mouth into 
Jean's thrusting pelvis, he eased the head of his prick 
out to touch the puckered brown ring of her hole, 
staring down at the crinkly curlings of her snatch hair, 
at the meeting of her inflamed pussy lips in back.

Had his father ever mounted her this way? Had his dad 
ever fondled these splendid, captivating cheeks and 
nudged his mom's asshole with his cockhead? A quake 
rippled over Glynn, and his skin turned extra sensitive. 
When she rolled her hips, he poked gently with his knob 
and discovered the marvelous slippery labia kissing his 
point. With a little guidance, it eased into the wet, 
greasy hold of her pussy, aroused now because of the 
sucking it had just had.

The shock of it was always new, he thought, sliding his 
hard and aching shaft deeply into her alluring cunt; it 
was always as if he was putting the meat to his darling 
mother for the very first time. The juicy tissues of her 
pussy closed around his probing dick, tightened upon it 
with a loving grasp, and his balls nestled against the 
silken pillows of her textured thighs. It was in his mom 
again, stuck to the roots within her mature, ripe cunt, 
and he adored the feel of her inner vagina.

She was so damned hot, so damned beautiful; she was the 
queen of all bitches, and Glynn worshipped her sexually, 
grinding his pelvis into the hills of her cheeks, 
bending down to tuck his belly against the velvet length 
of her graceful back. Her heavy tits hung down as she 
ate into the girl's pussy below, and Glynn caught them 
in both hands, clung jealously to them all warm and 
springy as he stroked tenderly into her pussy.

"I've got my prick locked into your hot cunt," he 
whispered into the back of her neck. "My cock is buried 
in your pussy, mom... moving all hard and slippery in 
there where dad fucks you. It's my pussy, too, and I'm 
fucking you, mother... I'm pumping my shaft in and out 
of your boiling cunt, and you love it, you beautiful, 
hot bitch... you love to be fucked by your son!"

She moaned into Jean's crotch, and the small girl moaned 
in answer, heaving gently into the older woman's face, 
turning her trim ass in the gripping hands. Glynn pulled 
on his mother's round, pendulum tits, and worked his rod 
steadily into the clutching well of her deep pussy. 
Suddenly he wondered how her quivering nest would feel, 
if it was already made oily by another man's semen... by 
his own father's hot juices.

Pretty soon, he told himself, giving her longer, harder 
hammerings, reaching to the far end of her vagina with 
the lunging head of his cast-iron prick; pretty soon, he 
might get the chance to watch his daddy fuck the hell 
out of her, and then he'd climb onto her the second his 
daddy climbed off, the very moment after the old man 
withdrew his big, dripping shaft after letting go his 
load.

Glynn would rut and grind in her wet cunt then, 
continuing where his dad left off, fucking and screwing 
and pumping his own searing cum in to blend with the 
slidy stuff already left inside her stirred-up, 
shuddering pussy. Both of them would fuck her, and daddy 
would see it, see him pound the cock into her body while 
mother squirmed and told him how much she loved his 
young, hard meat.

Just then, Jean cried out wildly, and beat her tiny 
hands against the bed. "Mrs. Johansen... oh, Arlene, 
darling... darling... eat me... devour my cunt, 
darling... I'm cumming, cumming!!!"

Glynn felt his mother's pussy snap on his cockhead, felt 
the inner sheathing of her gorgeous cunt draw tight 
around it, and in reflex, the semen came hissing up from 
his balls. When she bucked her ass back against him, he 
held desperately to her tits and banged away at her 
suctioning box. The cum hosed from his glans, hurled 
thick and viscous fluid at the entrance to her cervix, 
dripped his male essence sticky and penetrating along 
the enveloping wall of her cunt, soaking her completely, 
lathering his still churning rod from head to balls.

He thought he was never going to stop cumming; it was so 
good that he felt dizzy, and at last he shivered to a 
stop, his balls only twitching against her molded 
thighs, his prick stilled and drowned within the soggy 
velvet grasp of the most fantastic pussy in the world.

Slowly, he sat back, bracing his hands upon her hips for 
better balance, but she came back with him, lifting her 
smeared face from the young girl's smoky cunt, grinding 
her ass in ecstasy upon his sloshy prick.

Something from outside came knocking at his 
consciousness, something alien, and Glynn pivoted his 
head at the sound of the door opening. He saw them 
standing there, his sister and his father, saw his dad 
staring with unbelieving eyes at the tableau the three 
of them made, on the bed.

Then Lorena pulled the door shut again, and Glynn 
collapsed on top of his mother.


Chapter 13

Lorena held her father by the arm, leading him to her 
bedroom. He went without protest, but in a numbed kind 
of silence that worried her some. She had been watching 
his face closely when she opened that door, and saw the 
shock that crossed it when he saw the stark scene before 
them.

There was his son Glynn, with both hands full of his 
mom's big tits, and Arlene leaning back, riding the 
boy's prick that was stuffed up her hairy cunt. Too, 
there was the wet glistening of Arlene's face, and the 
beautiful young girl lying below her with legs spread 
wide and the same kind of oily gleam on the red-haired 
mound of her freshly eaten pussy.

It was a jolting sight for any man to absorb all at 
once, because the facts were so brutally clear... his 
wife was fucking his... their... son, and had just that 
moment lifted her avid mouth from the clinging caress of 
another girl's hot snatch. Lorena thought that she 
couldn't have timed their entrance any better. Daddy had 
to know what was going on in the family, and now he did. 
It had been something like throwing a bucket of ice 
water in his face.

Now, he sank nervelessly upon her frilly bed, seemingly 
unable to believe what his own eyes had witnessed. She 
sat beside him and took his big hand. "Dad... that was a 
tough way to tell you, but we thought it had to be 
done."

He shook his shaggy head. "But, baby... your mom. She 
was actually screwing your brother!"

"Yes," Lorena said, stroking his fingers and looking 
into his bewildered eyes. "And Jean was in on it."

Her father's head swung from side to side. "But, Arlene. 
It just doesn't seem possible... especially with Glynn. 
She had a lot of chances to play around and never did. 
Now... "

Lorena leaned forward and kissed him. "Dad, it's no 
different than what you and I have been doing. We're 
father and daughter, they're mother and son; the 
relationship is exactly the same."

He frowned and started to say something, but she cut him 
off. "Not that old double standard stuff, dad? Women 
have the same desires as men, and you know that you and 
I have been subconsciously reaching out for each other 
for years. Why shouldn't it be the same with mom and 
Glynn? She's a beautiful, sensuous woman, and he's a 
horny young boy."

"She... she was actually going down on the kid, on 
Jean," he said.

"So what? I'll bet they had a real ball, the three of 
them swinging like that, putting it all up front and 
doing exactly what each of them wanted to. You and I do 
it; I gave you a blow job and you ate my pussy; so did 
Jean. I hadn't gotten around to doing her, but I will. I 
think she's lovely and sexy and I'll get my kicks by 
pulling those delicious little cunt lips into my mouth. 
And I'll tell you something else... I want a chance to 
do it with mother, too."

Eric Johansen blinked and rubbed a hand across his face. 
"I guess you're right, baby. If the positions were 
reversed, and your mother had walked in on you and me 
while we were fucking, it might have upset her."

"You know it," Lorena said, realizing that the shock was 
wearing off and that her father's realistic kind of 
thinking was coming back to the fore. "And if she wasn't 
already screwing her son, she might have flipped and 
screamed for the cops. As it is, you're not doing any 
more than she is, and I dare either of you to say that 
you're not having more fun than you ever had in your 
lives."

Nodding, he agreed with her. "That's true on my part, 
baby. You're the sweetest, hottest piece of loving ass I 
ever knew, and little Jean isn't far behind. I'd rather 
fuck my beautiful daughter than anybody else."

Now was the time, she thought. "How about mom? Wouldn't 
you like to go back to fucking her, too? I mean, now 
that you have me, and she's been screwing Glynn, you two 
ought to be able to build up a lot more excitement for 
each other. I'd get a real thrill out of seeing you fuck 
mom, and maybe help out a little. I get all hot and 
trembly, just thinking about it."

He blinked again. "She did look great in there, all 
sweaty and wiggling. That boy is getting himself a 
terrific piece of ass, all right." His eyes probing 
hers, he asked, "Have you been laying him, too?"

"Yes," she said. "Glynn and I have always been close, 
and since you and mom started this nonsense about a 
divorce, we drew even nearer to each other. The first 
time we screwed, it just sort of happened. I saw him 
jacking off and that made me so hot I just about raped 
him and took his cherry."

"And when did he begin screwing his mother?"

"The same night I crawled in your bed. We were spiking 
both your drinks pretty heavily, you know. We planned it 
all out, Glynn and I, so that both of us would try to 
make our parents. We thought you were both getting hard 
up for sex, and that once you fucked us, there wouldn't 
be any turning back, that we'd all just go on and on."

Her father touched her face. "And you both carried the 
plot somewhat farther, didn't you? Like getting me and 
your mother together again?"

"Oh yes," she breathed, dropping her hand to his thigh 
and sliding it down to feel the big, soft lump of his 
organ. "You and mom belong together, and we want you to 
stay together. A divorce could split us all up, separate 
the family. Do you want to let me go now? Don't you want 
to keep on fucking me?"

"Of course I do," he answered.

"And mom must feel the same about Glynn. I don't want to 
give him up, either. So why can't we all groove 
together, make love and be in love?"

He said thoughtfully, "Why not, indeed? Damn it, Lorena, 
you kids are sneaky little bastards, but you had one 
hell of an idea. Tying us all tightly together with sex, 
and why not? The family that fucks together stays 
together, eh?"

Delightedly, she laughed, and squeezed on his still 
flaccid cock. "Something like that, dad. Oh, I just knew 
you'd see things our way, and I'm so glad!"

She pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him hard, 
slipping her tongue into his lips and running it around 
inside his mouth. He tasted delicious, and she murmured 
against his teeth, "They're probably all shaken up in 
there right now, wondering what your reaction will be. 
If you get undressed, I'll go in and calm them down 
some, tell them how it is. Then I'll ask Jean to split 
for home; she can always come back tomorrow night for a 
real orgy. She'll understand that the family kind of 
wants to be alone, to rediscover its members. After 
that's settled, I'll run downstairs and bring you back a 
bottle."

He smiled up at her, and his hands slid between them to 
cup her tits. 

"And after that?"

"Why," she said, "after that, you and I will have 
ourselves a nice, long fuck, just to take the edge off 
and to give Glynn and mom time to get their heads on 
straight. Then we'll see what happens with the four of 
us."

"Fair enough," he said, and let her go.

Lorena sprang from the bed and skipped out of the 
doorway, zipping across the hall and into her mother's 
bedroom without knocking. They had spread apart; little 
Jean had already wrapped herself in a robe, and Glynn 
was jittering about, looking for his. Her mother sat 
upon the bed with the sheet pulled up over her lovely 
body, but her large breasts were uncovered.

"Take it easy," Lorena announced. "Everything is all 
right, really. I just told dad the truth, and he went 
for the plan. He's not mad."

Her mother said, "The plan?"

Swiftly, Lorena told her all about it, how she and her 
brother had plotted the seductions in order to stop the 
divorce. "Of course," she finished, "we both wanted to 
screw you and dad, anyhow. And now it's worked out just 
wonderfully."

Glynn said, "He's not pissed off? He saw me with my cock 
up mom's pussy, and he's not jealous or mad or 
anything?"

She laughed. "If anything, he's turned more horny than 
ever. He said you were getting yourself one great piece 
of ass from mother. Maybe we'll have to give him a 
little time to adjust completely, but then dad will be 
ready to join the party."

Jean Marks said, "Maybe I'd better go home now."

"You can come back tomorrow night," Lorena said. "It's 
going to be a little strange for us at first, you 
understand."

"Sure," Jean answered. "But I'm in on it, too, almost 
like part of the family. Wow... parents fucking their 
kids, together!"

When the small girl had gone, Lorena said, "You won't be 
too embarrassed or anything, mom?"

"I-I... don't know," her mother said. "I'm all mixed up, 
having a difficult time getting my head cleared. But 
your father said he wanted me again?"

"Definitely," Lorena answered. "We'll be back in here 
before too long, all hot to go. I think it would be 
groovy for the four of us to make it in the same bed, 
don't you?"

Her mother said, "You and Glynn, screwing each other; 
you and your father fucking. I'll admit I'm shocked, but 
no... I'm not angry or upset."

"Gee," Glynn breathed in awe, "just think of me and dad 
on top of you two, our legs touching while we fuck you, 
maybe changing over and going from hot, wet pussy to 
hot, wet pussy, taking turns in them with our pricks. 
Man, oh man!"

"In a little while," Lorena promised. "I have to go down 
and get dad a bottle now. He needs to pump up his 
courage some."

"Bring one back for me," her mother said. "Oh my... I'll 
have to take a bath and get myself ready, fix my hair. 
Do give me some time, Lorena."

Laughing, Lorena said, "Don't worry; I have some plans 
for dad, first."

She dropped off one bottle of bourbon, giving it to her 
brother, and carried the other to her own bedroom. She 
didn't need anything to drink, because she was already 
high with anticipation. Just the thought of them all 
getting together in that most intimate of ways turned 
her on, and she pictured her dad putting his huge prick 
to her mother, while she took her brother's rod in her 
own eager snatch, watching it all happen.

"Here's the booze, dad. Forgot the glasses, so you can 
be a bottle baby."

He was naked on the bed, and his beautiful rod was 
halfway up; she could see he had been thinking about it, 
that he also was making mental images about his wife and 
son, about himself and his daughter. "How did your mom 
take your explanation, baby?"

"Just fine; Glynn even stopped shaking."

"That kid has a lot of guts," he said. "Sneaking into 
his mother's bed and easing the cock to her while she 
was smashed. Anything could have happened... she could 
have screamed and fought him, yelled for me, anything."

"What happened was that she enjoyed her fucking and 
wanted more. It was a gamble, sure, but it paid off 
handsomely for everyone." Lorena slid out of her 
clothes, wiggled her hips and stepped from her panties; 
she wasn't wearing a bra. Since she had been fucking her 
daddy and brother, her nipples were always ready to turn 
stiff at the slightest touch, and made a bra 
uncomfortable.

"I'd like to try you another style," she said, 
"something I haven't done before. Can you sort of lie 
back and spread your legs so I can climb on, facing away 
from you?"

"Anything you want," he told her, "everything you want, 
baby."

She first kneeled to kiss the swollen head of his erect 
cock, marveling as ever at the size of the thing. Her 
tongue licks soon made the entire organ throb, caused 
the veins along the shaft to distend. She opened her 
lips and moved her face down, nipping the length of it, 
then sucked in one of his balls, rolling the hairy sack 
between her teeth and lapping it. Paying the same 
attention to the other testicle, she had him wiggling 
and breathing hard.

"Now you're ready," she said, and pivoted to swing one 
knee upon each side of his body. Poised above him, she 
reached down for the hot, round meat and tilted it 
toward her, thinking that the head would feel different 
in her pussy, pointed this way.

Carefully, she moved the pulsing, velvety glans into the 
hotly avid lips of her pussy, scraping it tenderly 
through the thatching of her dampened pubic hair. Her 
cunt wet itself immediately, the labia softening and 
swelling, the interior tissues lubricating their depths 
with love oils.

The blunt, rubbery tip pressed upward as he brought a 
bit of her weight slowly down, and her cunt lips spread 
yearningly to take it in. Straining a little, she forced 
the knob into her pussy, shaking with pleasure at the 
feel of it entering her throbbing cavity. It was huge, 
gigantic, but it gave around the edges, and when her 
father made an upward hunch with his belly, the head 
slid greasily in and the shaft began to follow.

Slick and sturdy, the big pole worked up into her 
tightly holding snatch, caressing her clit as it passed, 
the ridge along its underside inflaming her seat of 
passion with each passing inch. Lorena slid joyously 
upon it, dropping her spread ass down and down until she 
was seated upon her father's pelvis, until the full and 
majestic length of his massive prick was seated to the 
hilt within her vagina.

She fingered his balls, played with them while she 
rocked in rapture back and forth, as she slowly rotated 
her ass and made the rigid meat pole move deliciously 
inside her grasping cunt. It felt glorious there, and 
she thought that she was madly in love with her daddy's 
prick.

"Baby," he said, stroking her ass from behind, "you're 
so hot and juicy, even though you're tight as hell and 
it seems as if I'm reaching all the way up into your 
belly."

Lorena hiked her ass and slid it down again, reveling in 
the magic sensation of his soapy cock, knowing little, 
sharp thrills as it pressed her vibrant clit. Taking her 
time, loving every sensuous moment and trying to prolong 
them, she squirmed upon his buried rod. He sat up to put 
his arms around her, to feel her tits and kiss the back 
of her neck.

Her father's tongue groped hotly into her ear and she 
jerked insanely, wiggled wildly upon his prick as his 
hands felt down and around to come to rest upon her 
upper mound. Gasping, she felt a finger work into the 
little hood that guarded her clitoris, felt it dig 
gently deep to take a place beside his cock.

"Oh no!" she sighed. "Oh... not that, too! I... I... 
ooohh!!"

He was fingering her clit, masturbating her at the same 
time his huge prick was lifting and falling in the grip 
of her feverish pussy. She hunched against him, caught 
in his arms and tried weakly to pull them away, but he 
was far too strong.

"Fine, hot pussy," he said into her ear. "Wonderful 
little girl pussy, with my cock up it, with my finger in 
it. How's that, baby... you love your daddy, love your 
daddy's big prick?"

"Yes, oh yes!" she hissed. "But I can't... oh! Ah! C-
cumming, I'm cumming!"

Wave after hot wave of her climax smashed throughout her 
cunt, and when he fired his own sizzling load, Lorena 
thought she was going to faint as the spatter of rich, 
bubbling cum washed her pussy. But she hung on, impaled 
by his prick and shivering.


Chapter 14

Glynn swallowed some whiskey and fought down a cough. 
The stuff burned and tasted crappy, but he figured he 
needed it, or something to jack up his nerve. No matter 
what his sister said, he was still kind of edgy about 
his dad. But more than anything else, he wanted to be 
part of the upcoming action.

He and his old man, fucking mom and Lorena; Father and 
son, screwing mother and daughter... it was so far-out 
that Glynn's mouth went dry and his heart beat faster at 
the idea. Sis said that the old man wasn't jealous 
because Glynn had put the meat to mom's cunt, that he 
was made horny by the sight. Well, he was no hornier 
than Glynn, thinking about watching his father's shaft 
work all greasy and huge, in the hairy gripping of his 
mom's pussy.

And Lorena, she had to be turned on by it all, sexy as 
she was normally. Then what about his mother? She was 
going along with all this willingly, even now getting 
herself all sweet smelling and clean to make herself 
presentable to her husband. They hadn't screwed in 
several months, Glynn remembered, and should be eager as 
he had been, getting his first piece of ass from his 
sister.

The bathroom door opened and his mother came out; there 
was a white towel across her svelte hips, and her heavy 
breasts bobbed enticingly, her long, lovely legs flashed 
sleek and smooth as she walked to the dressing table and 
sat down before the mirror. When she raised her arms to 
brush her flowing black hair, her tits stood out with 
long, dark nipples.

"You're very beautiful," he said, coming over to stand 
behind her. Seeing both their reflections in the mirror, 
he felt funny, since they were both naked, except for 
that towel across her lap and hiding her alluring pussy 
from view.

"You're beautiful, too," she said, smiling. "I feel like 
a school girl getting ready for her first big date, or 
like a bride on her wedding night. Except I'm lucky 
enough to have two grooms."

The whiskey burned in his belly, and he didn't seem as 
uptight now, watching her and hearing her husky voice 
classify him right in there with his father. "How are we 
going to go about it, mom?"

The brush hissed in her perfumed hair, and her tits 
jiggled with a softly beguiling resilience. "I really 
don't know, lover. There's no protocol for this sort of 
thing, is there? Tell me, Glynn, what would you like to 
do?"

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, 
standing so close that he could smell the flowery odors 
of her hair. "Well, Lorena said dad was turned on by 
seeing you and me screwing like we were when she opened 
the door. I thought I could be with you first, after 
they come in. I mean, I'd like to put my cock to my 
mom's lovely pussy in front of them, let them see how 
much we love each other, and how well we fuck together."

She finished with her hair and began to apply makeup, 
brushing dark stuff on her eyelashes. "That ought to 
make your father's big thing stand out. But didn't you 
say that you wanted to screw me right after he did, so 
you could feel his semen all hot and slidy in my cunt?"

Glynn shivered and ran one finger tenderly along his 
mother's bare shoulder, feeling the impossible 
smoothness of her unflawed skin, her radiant warmth. 
"Yeah, I do. So I won't fuck you all the way. I just 
want him to watch you lift your legs and wrap me between 
them while your gorgeous ass wiggles back and forth and 
my prick slips back and forth in you. I want my daddy to 
see that I can fuck you just as good as he can, even if 
he has got a bigger cock. He can see how you love my 
prick, how you grind on it and listen to you moan. Maybe 
you can tell him how it feels inside your cunt."

Her smile widened, and her eyes met his in the mirror. 
"That's a sexy idea, describing the sensations of my 
son's hard young cock to my husband. It should run him 
right up the wall."

"He can put it to Lorena, if he wants to," Glynn went 
on. "But not until he cums. That ought to go in you, 
mom. When I see that he's coming, then I'll come over 
and wait to get my prick back in you while you're still 
hot and squirming."

She said throatily, "We'll do it, lover; it's a 
wonderful way to start the evening, and besides, I'm 
just as anxious to see your father squeeze all that huge 
meat of his into his daughter's small box. Your sister 
must really love prick, to take so much of it."

"Oh, she does," he said. "She's very much like you, 
mom."

She stood up and tuned around. "They might be awhile 
yet. Do you think it would spoil anything if we did some 
screwing right now? Would you have plenty left for 
later?"

Glynn swallowed, staring at the proximity of her mounded 
tits, at the nipples aimed like twin blunt spears at his 
face. "Sure; I can go all night, with you."

"Then come over here," she said. "There's something I 
always wanted to do, and this is just the right time for 
it. Because your father's prick is so big, and because 
he was always kind of standoffish about any sort of 
deviation, I never even tried it with him. But now I'd 
like you to put it up me from the back, lover. You have 
a nice, slim cock that should fit all right."

She climbed up on the bed and put the upper part of her 
body flat against the sheet, mashing her tits down. Her 
lustrous ass poked up, and her thighs were pushed apart. 
Glynn stared and whispered hoarsely, "You mean to fuck 
you in the ass?"

"Exactly, darling. If you play with my pussy, you can 
get your fingers slippery, and rub them over your sweet 
cock for some extra lubrication. Then shove it into my 
ass very gently, very slowly."

Heart pounding, Glynn got up behind her and fumbled into 
the hairy, damp nest of her cunt, running his fingers up 
and down the soft labia. Working two fingers into the 
hot gash, he probed with them until they felt slimy, 
then brought them out to rub over the head of his 
excited prick and down its hard shaft.

Carefully then, he steered the shiny head into the tiny 
ring surrounded by wiry black hairs, pressed its greased 
tip to the little puckered hole between the wonderfully 
molded cheeks. He pushed it cautiously, and felt the 
ring give slightly as a ripple of bliss moved through 
his taut body.

The anus stretched some more at his pressure, and he 
held to his shaft, urging it into that heretofore 
untouched hole so he could fuck his adorable mother 
where she had never been fucked before. She hiked her 
ass back at him, rolled it gently, and helped the aching 
head of his cock penetrate. It inched inside the small 
ring, pushed slowly into the amazingly elastic tube, and 
he looked down to see the head vanishing inside her 
body.

She was very hot and tight inside, tighter than Jean's 
little pussy, narrower than his sister's cunt. Softness 
clung to his rod as it moved inside, gripped his cock 
from the tip of the head down to the heavy root with a 
totally different feeling than her pussy had given to 
it.

Glynn panted and shoved it on home; his balls swung 
against the crisp, curly hairs of his mother's pussy 
from behind, and his hands stroked over her back, her 
cheeks, down around to feel the satin planes of her 
belly and the upper reaches of her humid cunt. Pulling 
back slowly, he felt her wiggle on his rod.

"Oh darling boy! You've got it all the way in, all the 
way up my ass. I love it, love it... so strange... 
stuffing me full, making me so hot... oh, put your hand 
on my pussy, dear. Right there... yes, yes!"

He stroked her as she humped her snatch against his 
hand, fed his oily shaft in and out of the narrow hot 
tubing, knowing he couldn't keep this up for long, 
feeling the good sensations already threatening to leap 
up from his balls.

She gasped: "Glynn... Glynn!" and he knew it was all 
right to let it go, that she was cumming quickly, too. 
He fed the meat to her tight well with stronger thrusts, 
burying the head deep within her body, raking his 
fingernails over her pussy, her belly, feeling her mound 
jump and vibrate against his palm as she reached climax.

The head of his prick flexed, trembled, and a heavy gout 
of semen spat from it, a torrent of cum that washed her 
tube and bathed his shaft with the fiery liquid. They 
shuddered together, panting and moaning, until the 
hurricane of their emotions subsided and his balls 
stopped leaping upward.

He had fucked his mom in the ass; he had taken that 
cherry, been the first in there, and she had gone 
freakish over the screwing. There would be plenty more 
like it, he thought, and got the wild idea of maybe 
putting it to her from the back while his old man stuck 
it to her in front. That way, she would really be filled 
with pricks.

She eased forward, and his slippery cock worked out of 
the tight hold her ass had on it. There was only a 
little seepage of white stuff to hang like little pearls 
upon her pussy hair. Glynn sat back, catching his breath 
and holding his greasy rod.

"That... that was fantastic," his mother breathed. "It 
was all I hoped it would be, and more. Now I've had you 
in all ways, lover... pussy and mouth and ass."

Awkwardly, he climbed down off the bed and went to the 
bottle of liquor to drink sparingly from its neck and 
make a face. "I hope they give us a few minutes more."

She came to her feet and went into the bathroom to tidy 
up. Never, he thought, would there be another woman like 
her. If he should get married some day, his wife had 
better be at least half the good fucking his mother was. 
His sister was a great lay, too, so that meant any girl 
he married would have to be extra special in that 
department.

Putting the bourbon bottle down, he touched his cock and 
thought that his future wife would just have to move in 
with the family and become a part of it. His father 
would enjoy getting some fresh cunt from her, and with 
three chicks... four, if Jean Marks was still around... 
he and the old man could really have a ball. He could 
see himself, bringing home his bride and telling his 
dad, okay... you can fuck her now.

He sat down on the bed again, hearing water run in the 
bathroom sink where his mother was cleaning herself up. 
Lorena would probably get married some day, too. Maybe 
quicker than he would, since she was older. She'd have 
to clue in her husband about the family before hand, 
though. Boy, he thought... the whole bunch of them ready 
to fuck at a minute's notice; husbands and wives and 
blood relatives. He wished now that he had a couple of 
other sisters, younger ones that he and his father could 
teach to screw.

His mother came back into the room, high color in her 
cheeks, wearing the towel around her hips again. He 
said, "You think I ought to put anything on?"

She shook her head. "I'm just a little embarrassed at 
your father seeing me naked with our son. I'll get over 
it before long."

"I used to worry about you seeing me with a hard on," he 
said. "I'd hide it best I could, but whenever I got to 
thinking too much about you, about the remote 
possibility of getting into your elegant pussy, I'd have 
to run upstairs. I sure jacked off a lot of times."

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding out a water 
glass. "Pour me some nerve, lover? What a waste that 
was, you masturbating and me being so lonely. All that 
time, we could have been fucking. But we'll make up for 
the missed chances, darling. We have years and years 
stretching out ahead of us. Will you still want to screw 
your mother when she's a white-haired little old lady?"

He splashed whiskey into the glass. "You bet; I was just 
thinking about bringing my wife home... the girl I'll 
marry some day, and setting her up for dad to lay. I'll 
never get tired of your pussy, mom. I love you too 
much."

"You're a fine boy," she said. "A nice guy and a 
wonderful lover, but I promise not to be jealous over 
the other girls that get to feel your lovely, hard 
prick. I'll just remember that I taught you much of what 
you know sexually, and your sister showed you the 
rest... or is that twisted around? I'm a little nervous, 
dear."

He came over and stroked her hair. "Don't be, mom. It's 
going to be terrific for all of us, I'm sure. Suppose 
you lie back and let me play with you while we wait for 
them? When dad and sis come in, we'll be ready to start 
fucking."

She stretched out on the bed, the hotly sensual look on 
her face now, her lips red and damp. "Take off this 
damned towel, please. And I hear them coming down the 
hall."


Chapter 15

Holding her father by the hand, Lorena reached for the 
doorknob. It had taken three drinks to help convince him 
that he ought to come in naked, and he was high now. But 
at least he wasn't wearing that floppy old robe, and she 
was freshly scrubbed, proud that her mom was at last 
going to see her in her mature nudity.

"Mom," she said, leading him inside, "Glynn... oh." She 
saw them on the bed, lying belly to belly, caressing.

Glynn said quickly, in a voice that was considerably 
higher than usual, "We... ah, thought we could start 
first. But we waited until you got here. H-hi, dad."

Her father said, "Hello, son... Arlene."

Her mother said, dark-eyed and looking utterly 
beautiful, "I don't know what to say, Eric. Our son and 
I decided we could better show you how we feel, but 
Glynn only wants to... to do it to me for a little 
while. He would rather you and I... well, screwed until 
we came, the first time. Glynn has a thing about needing 
to put his thing in where yours just left, so he can 
feel your semen."

Lorena shivered; this was far-out and provocative, a 
demonstration where her brother put his stiff young meat 
to her mother's willing pussy, but not until he 
climaxed. He'd save that so he could blend his 
ejaculation with his father's. Ow! Wow, she thought, and 
squeezed her daddy's hand.

Gruffly, Eric Johansen said, "Go ahead, boy."

"Let's go to the bed and stand close," Lorena suggested. 
"I don't want to miss any of this, and I'm sure you 
don't."

They watched Glynn kiss his mother as she rolled over 
onto her back and spread her legs, lifting one polished 
knee. The towel she had been wearing slipped away, and 
they could see the burnished black curlings of her 
shapely mound, the pink lips hiding beneath the abundant 
crisp hairs.

Arlene took her son by the cock, rubbing her fingers up 
and down its stiff length and massaging the gleaming 
head. Glynn dropped his face to take one of his mother's 
large nipples into his mouth. His eyes were closed, but 
hers were not; she stared up at her husband, and her 
voice was low, vibrant and husky: "He has such a hard 
young prick, Eric, and he's so eager with it, so 
strong."

Lorena saw her brother's hand slide between the glossy 
thighs, saw the fingers probe delicately into the rich 
hairy nest and find the welcoming labia, to slip inside 
while the woman rolled her hips suggestively. Lorena's 
breath caught in her throat, and she felt blindly beside 
her until her hand encountered her father's thick penis. 
Holding onto it for balance, she stared entranced at the 
two on the bed.

Now her mom was tugging Glynn over on top of her, 
gripping the boy's shaft tightly, and as he took his 
position between her thighs, rubbed the head up and down 
along her dewy cunt lips. Lorena tore her eyes away to 
steal a glance at her dad, and saw that he was watching 
raptly.

"Look at it poking her cunt," he breathed. "She's 
shaking all over, she's so anxious to get it inside 
her."

Lorena said, "Partly because you're here, dad. She's 
showing you how passionate she really is."

And her brother shoved his prong deeply into the moving 
crotch, penetrating the black bush and sliding home into 
the gulping lips. The long, round staff went in easily, 
burying itself to the root, and her brother's balls 
swung to rest in the uplifted cleft of the shapely ass. 
He hung there motionless for a long moment, then began 
to pump, and Lorena could see his cock gleaming with the 
juices it had picked up inside.

"It feels so good," Arlene murmured. "It's moving around 
in me, inside my pussy, Eric. Another prick in my pussy, 
not yours. And I love it, love it. See how I'm fucking 
him, Eric... watch how I raise my legs and wrap them 
around him, so I can pull his lovely cock as deep as 
possible. You always liked my long legs around you, 
Eric."

And Glynn gasped, "N-not too much, mom. I can't take it; 
you're burning up inside, and your cunt is like wet 
fire."

Moving like a robot, jerkily and uncoordinated, Lorena 
tagged at her father's hand to lead him around the other 
side of the swaying bed. She pushed him down upon it, 
and he didn't take his eyes off his wife as she fucked.

Then Glynn struggled with his mother's legs, and pulled 
them from around him. Another lurch, and he twisted his 
prick out of her suctioning vagina. "Y-your turn, dad," 
he said.

Lorena helped her brother slide across the bed, pulled 
him over to give the others the room they needed. Moving 
like a stunned giant, her father crawled over and set 
himself between his wife's sleek legs.

"Damn it, Arlene... I missed you, missed fucking you. 
Now your great cunt is all warmed up for me."

"Hurry, darling," Arlene said. "Oh please hurry and fuck 
me. Put that magnificent cock in me where it belongs and 
screw me until I pass out."

Lorena kept tugging at her brother until she got him in 
place, side by side with her. Eagerly, she caught at his 
sudsy prick and guided it into her snatch, hooking one 
leg over him to hold him in place. Together, they stared 
at their parents, while his rigid pole eased into her 
body, slid strongly and firmly up inside her hungry 
pussy.

She saw her dad set the swollen head of his massive cock 
into her mother's waiting cunt lips, saw the hunch the 
other woman gave to assist the knob make its way. They 
were practiced, and the big shaft slid inside with 
hardly a struggle, vanishing from sight as her hairs 
curled around its root.

"Uhh!" her daddy grunted, beginning to work his joint in 
and out of the clinging pussy, and its veined length 
shone with oils that Glynn had stirred up. Powerfully, 
he fed it into his wife, slamming the heavy, thick meat 
deep and pulling out almost to the head before returning 
it to its hotly pulling nest.

"Look, look," Lorena said, settling her own cunt around 
her brother's cock. "Aren't they beautiful together?"

He answered, "Yeah, but so are we. Mom keeps looking 
over at us."

"She isn't slowing down any, though," Lorena said, 
watching the rapid churning movements of the thick shaft 
in the squirming cunt. The lips of it pulled in 
powerfully, and the heavy cock slammed home, creating a 
sloshing noise, making her mother wiggle her ass and 
hump her crotch.

Every close detail was exposed, and Lorena could even 
see the little bubbles of juice that were softly beading 
on her father's prick and being carried out to wet the 
wrinkled, hairy sack of his balls. The rhythm was 
fascinating to her, the intimate sight thrilling, and 
she moved her own body in response to her brother's slow 
stroking. She realized that Glynn was holding off, that 
his prime objective was to keep himself for the big 
ejaculation into the blazing pussy that was now being 
used so well and so sensuously by their horny father.

They fucked so wonderfully, she thought, moving in a 
beat of pure sexual hunger, the man cramming his mighty 
pole deep and solidly, the woman meeting his every 
thrust with a series of gyrations that milked down upon 
the head of his distended cock.

"Eric, Eric!" Arlene gasped. "Oh, what a marvelous cock, 
and I love the way you feed it to me. "Oh... oh, you're 
filling my cunt, packing me with your beautiful meat... 
ahh, darling, fuck me, fuck me and never, never stop!"

Lorena's eyes clung to them, and she heard her father 
grunt out, "You beautiful bitch, you hot-cunted, prick 
hungry bitch... here, here... "

He was about to cum; she felt it, saw the rising orgasm 
in the trembling of the balls that swung steadily into 
the feathered valley of her mother's heaving ass. 
Stilling the movements of her own snatch, she dug her 
nails into her brother's back and hissed, "Glynn... he's 
going to hit. He's about to let it go into mom's 
pussy... that thick, heavy stream of semen will... is... 
exploding from the head of his cock and squirting 
creamily inside her vagina. There, there! See how his 
balls are jumping upward!"

Her brother's prick was motionless in her box, hard and 
pulsing, but holding back its own torrent of cum, saving 
it for the supreme moment when he could act out his 
sexual fantasy, when he could climb between his mother's 
fabulous thighs immediately after his father left them.

Lorena was happy she could share the enchantment of the 
moment, that she was a vital part of it all, happier yet 
that her sweet brother could at last gratify the hot 
dream he had for so long held silent within himself. Now 
he could let it all hang out; in a few seconds, he could 
glut himself upon the hot, wet treasure of his mother's 
previously forbidden cunt, sliding his own cock deftly 
into the trembling, slippery hole that his father's big 
shaft had just been pulled from.

"C-cumming, cumming!" her mother screamed softly. "Oh, 
Eric... I feel your hot juice in me, and I'm cumming 
with you!"

The woman flailed her long, satiny legs and crushed the 
man into her mounded tits, her ass grinding around and 
around as she sought to absorb all his embedded meat, as 
she tried to suck every drop of spurting semen from the 
flexing head.

"Now!" Lorena said sharply, and snapped her brother's 
cock from the confines of her pussy with an adept 
twisting movement. "Now, Glynn... get over there and 
fuck her while his stuff is still boiling in her, while 
its fresh and hot."

She rolled over and tugged at her father's big 
shoulders, pulling him back. "Daddy... get off mom and 
let Glynn to her. Come on, daddy... you can soak your 
prick in me, but Glynn has to fuck her right away!"

Her father's huge prick backed wetly out of the hairy 
cunt lips, plopped outside and dragged a trail of 
glistening white cum after it. The head was still 
leaking juice, Lorena saw, and she tugged harder at the 
man. He came to her on his knees, his chest pumping up 
and down, still in the ecstatic throes of his climax.

Glynn leaped off the bed and ran around to the other 
side, where his mother lay limply, her head rolled to 
one side and her eyes closed. There were pearly drops of 
semen on the crisp hairs of her bushy cunt, and they 
gleamed up at the boy as he crawled onto the bed, his 
own stiff cock in hand. Lorena stared at him while he 
hurried between the relaxed legs, and thought she could 
see a wisp of humid steam rising from the inflamed lips 
of her mother's well fucked pussy.

Her brother didn't waste a second; grasping his mom's 
thighs, he set the head of his long, slim prick into the 
greasy lips and shoved hard. His cock disappeared into 
the hairy mound, sliding immediately into the cunt he 
craved above all others. It went deep, pushed in 
frantically, until his balls were squeezed flat against 
the black fur of her crack.

"Mom, mom! It's stuck in your pussy all the way. Oh wow, 
in there all sloppy and hot; you're all greasy and 
buttery inside, full of my daddy's cum. Oohh... ahh... 
sweet mother, hot mother... and I'm a real mother 
fucker!"

Lorena pulled at her father, wriggled until she got both 
legs spread with him in the middle. Grabbing his rigid, 
lubricated cock, she drew it to the entrance of her own 
burning cunt and urged the big, dripping head inside. 
Shoving, lifting, she pulled the great knob into her 
aching snatch, and with a strong surge of thighs and 
pelvis, seated the thick shaft firmly within herself.

"There," she said. "It's in my pussy just like Glynn's 
cock is in mom's pussy. Oh, he's fucking her, screwing 
her with all he has, sloshing his young prick around 
inside her cunt and going crazy with how wonderful it 
feels."

"Yeah," her daddy said. "I just pumped her full of 
semen, and the boy is pounding his rod in there, fucking 
his mother, fucking my wife, and doing one hell of a job 
at it."

His shaft moved gently inside Lorena's slot, and she 
rolled her crotch to settle it against the cup of her 
womb, where the big head nestled lovingly. She kept her 
eyes on her brother, seeing the entrancing motion of his 
long rod slipping wetly in and out of the quivering lips 
of their mother's hairy mound.

"So juicy in here, all satin and velvet, but wet and 
slidy," Glynn said, and his mother began to stir, to 
hike her downy belly in response to his hungry, twisting 
thrusts.

"G-Glynn, my son," she murmured, putting her arms around 
the small of his back, pulling him tightly to her 
arching body as he shoved the meat home, releasing him 
so he could draw back for another stroke. "My darling 
boy... love you, love you so much... "

And Glynn muttered, "I'm fucking her, dad, fucking the 
pussy you just screwed, sliding my cock in here where 
you just let go, where you shot off inside mother's 
cunt. It's terrific, blistering, creamy... roll your ass 
for me, mom. Ride my prick the same way you ride dad's 
prick!"

Lorena felt her father's cock twitch deep within her 
slot. She felt him begin to angle his body slightly, and 
rotated her ass to caress the buried prong when he 
shifted his weight to the right. He felt out and took 
one of his wife's hands, and Lorena saw her mother 
clench tightly upon her father's fingers while her 
brother worked constantly at his lascivious fucking.

"Arlene," her father murmured. "Darling, fuck the boy 
well; give him all the love of your educated pussy, 
darling; make it eat his young cock."

Her mother's face turned, and the eyes were shining 
hotly, the red mouth was dewy-lipped, and the tongue 
darted its tip along white teeth. "Eric, my husband, my 
lover... oohh! Ahh, it's so good to have my son's prick 
in me. Oh sweet man, sweet boy... kiss me, Eric. Kiss me 
and run your tongue in my mouth while our son runs his 
cock in my pussy!"

Her father leaned over and fastened his mouth to his 
wife's lips, and Lorena knew that his thick tongue was 
sliding inside. They were all joined then, she thought 
dizzily... her father had his prick crammed into his 
daughter's cunt; her mother's oily pussy was wrapped 
around her son's cock, and mom and dad's mouths were 
together, making the circle of hotly loving flesh 
complete.

She ground her cunt upon her daddy's rod, grating her 
pelvis over his hairy one, her eyes going out of focus 
in rapture. She could hear the rhythm of her brother's 
fucking, the slosh-slosh of his dick moving in the pussy 
he worshipped. She heard her mother moan, her father 
panting, and she listened to the drumbeating of her own 
heart.

A ripple of utter joy passed through her body, and she 
moved faster upon her daddy's embedded shaft, knowing 
the thrill of its root pressing upon her fevered 
clitoris. It was all so wild, and she reveled in the 
intensity of the moment, blending body and mind into a 
single blazing pinpoint of rapture.

"Mom... oh, mom! I'm cumming... cumming into your 
beautiful pussy, shooting my juice in there and mixing 
it with dad's!" Her brother's voice seemed far away.

"Cum, darling," her mother crooned. "Flow that sweet 
liquid into your mother's cunt."

Shivering, bucking insanely and suddenly against the 
base of her daddy's prick, Lorena came with them, her 
mind spinning out into a warm, soft blackness.


Chapter 16

There was sweetness in his sister's cunt, and Glynn 
licked it slowly, savoring the honey there. He was 
replete, but not sated, and thought he would never be; 
there were far too many erotic things yet to do, so many 
far-out combinations to try, and he meant to go through 
them all, one by one, if his body held out.

Glad that he was young and horny, he continued to tease 
Lorena's still pussy with his tongue, until her body 
began to stir. She'd passed out, just about the time he 
was letting his load go into their mother's snatch. He 
loved both glorious cunts, he thought. They were both 
beautiful, hot and particularly sexy because everybody 
said he wasn't supposed to fuck them, or to even think 
about fucking them, much less eat them.

Everybody said that, except the people who really 
counted, his father and mother and sister. Wow... it was 
great to have his dad put those big hands on his ass and 
help him shove down deep into mom's snatch, and it was 
great to see his dad's huge shaft working into Lorena's 
young slit. There was no better fucking anywhere, and 
when they were all doing it together, sharing their 
bodies, it made the screwing impossibly better.

"Ummm," Lorena murmured, opening her eyes and putting 
her hands down to rest upon his head. "I... I must have 
fainted or something. I had dad's prick in me, and you 
were cumming in mom, and... it was just too much."

"It's okay," he said. "I thought this would be the best 
way to wake you up, and to show you that I love you, 
too."

"I know you love me, Glynn," she whispered. "And now mom 
and dad are back together, aren't they?"

"The plan worked," he said, licking up over her damp 
belly to her firmly-nippled breasts. His cock pressed 
against her belly, half-soft but feeling wonderful. 
"They can't let go of each other, and we had a lot to do 
with it. Now we'll all live together, but even better 
than before, because I can fuck mom and dad can screw 
you, and we can do it right out in the open."

She kissed him when his mouth got near enough. "Isn't it 
wonderful, and to think none of it might ever have 
happened, if I hadn't caught you jacking off that 
night."

He said, "Can I leave you for a few minutes? Look over 
there, and you'll see dad going down on mom. He's eating 
her for the first time, all the way, because his hang-
ups are gone, and so are any she might have had. I want 
to get in on it."

"Go ahead," his sister answered. "I'll be okay in a 
little while; I just feel kind of floaty and warm now, 
and I'll watch until I get all turned on again."

His mother's head was on one pillow, her ass upon 
another. Her knees were bent and flung wide, and his 
father's pale blonde head was buried between the rounded 
satin thighs, the big hands gripping the perfect cheeks 
of her ass. Arlene's eyes followed her son as he walked 
around the bed and came to stand close to her face.

Her eyes went bitchy and she smiled wetly up at him when 
he took his hardening prick in one hand and touched the 
head of it to her cheek. She brought out one hand and 
cupped his balls when he rubbed the glans over her 
forehead and down into one ear.

"Yes, lover," she whispered hotly. "Oh, yes... so I can 
have both my wonderful men at the same time."

So Glynn moved the shiny knob of his prick to her lips, 
where she kissed it, rubbing the red velvet of them over 
its tip before she licked at the drop of fluid that 
gathered in the slit. While his father nuzzled hungrily 
into her pussy, Glynn inserted the end of his cock into 
his mom's mouth and pushed it on inside. Her teeth 
scraped tingling along the head, along the shaft, and he 
felt the curve of her tongue curl lovingly up and 
around.

Dipping his fingers into the luxurious depths of her 
shiny black hair, he gave her his prick, moving his ass 
slightly as the head bumped the back of her throat. She 
sucked delightfully upon it, her cheeks dipping in and 
out as she siphoned upon his meat, as she used tongue 
and teeth and the hot wetness to thrill him.

Now that the terrific fucking was over, and he had 
screwed his mom's pussy while it was still throbbing and 
flooded with his father's semen, Glynn thought he might 
be able to go all night, sampling all the experiences 
the four of them might devise.

Looking over at his sister, he smiled, and Lorena nodded 
approval. He saw her hand cuddle her pussy, saw one 
finger slip inside and knew she was stroking her vibrant 
clitoris.

His mother groaned around his cock, and he glanced down 
to see her crotch surging up and down against his 
father's face. She was cumming again, riding dad's 
suctioning mouth and cumming hard, but she didn't let go 
of his own prick. She continued to chew upon it, to lick 
searingly over its swollen head.

But her eyelids were fluttering and her tits were 
heaving, jiggling as she crested upon the tidal wave of 
her orgasm, so Glynn backed it out of her mouth and 
allowed her head to roll back. There was plenty of time 
for everything, and he wanted to stick his cock 
everywhere it would possibly go.

Dad and mom were melting together, his father's prick 
soft and his mother murmuring drowsily, so Glynn walked 
back around the king-sized bed and looked down at his 
sister. "You know," he said, "we haven't made it sixty-
nine yet. That ought to be a lot of fun."

"I'm for it," Lorena said.

He lay down with his face at her feet, and when she 
started to lick at his toes, he did the same to hers. 
The tickling sensation was almost too much to bear, but 
he held fairly still for it, working his tongue up over 
her ankles and along the shins. His sister tasted of 
exotic flowers, of fresh young skin and a trembling 
excitement.

She nipped the calf of his leg, her sharp teeth playful 
in his flesh, and he licked over her kneecaps, sliding 
ever backward the way she was doing as they worked into 
position where they could eat each other simultaneously. 
He had eaten pussy and been sucked off, but he hadn't 
done it at the same time.

At her thighs now, he rolled his cheek into the honey 
blonde hair of her crotch and felt the marvelous warmth 
of her torrid snatch, the fondling of her cunt hair upon 
his skin. Turning his head, he looked down into the 
pussy itself and saw how the lips were parted slightly 
in the center, how the golden fur outlined them. Using 
his fingers, he gently pried them apart and peered 
deeply into the pink tissues, into the membranes that 
could feel so fantastic when they gripped his prick.

He bent his head and touched his tongue into them, 
shoved it deep into their wet slippery depths, and felt 
his sister's tongue in turn, as she rolled it over the 
head of his down-hanging cock. Glynn sucked her pussy, 
tongued to find the clit and tease it, nipped the labia 
and stirred far up into the shuddering vagina. All the 
while, she was sucking upon his cock-head, using all the 
hot workings of her mouth to bring him to orgasm.

It was beautiful this way, and he reveled in the heaving 
of Lorena's cunt as she thrust up violently, when she 
came on his mouth. A heartbeat later, he released his 
own diminished load of semen, pouring it down her 
throat, and that was beautiful, too.

A bell clanged insistently, harshly, and Glynn struggled 
away from his sister's entwining body to fumble for the 
bedside phone. He mumbled something into the mouthpiece 
and listened, his eyes running over the quiet forms on 
the bed... his naked mother, his nude father, his bare-
assed sister.

"It's Jean Marks," he said to them. "Says she's been 
thinking about us and can't stand it any longer."

His mother stirred sleepily. "Tell her to come on over. 
In this family, there's always room for one more."

The End

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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.
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