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From yarddog200@aol.comSat Sep 30 13:08:56 1995
Date: 30 SEP 1995 09:27:40 -0400
From: Yarddog200 <yarddog200@aol.com>
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Subject: REPOST-BY REQUEST:TXT.MOM&ME#13 (Fm,Mf,inc,con)
MOM & ME
Chapter 13
[I did not write this story, but have enjoyed it for many years.]
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Downstairs, Betty locked the kitchen door, then passed to the front
and
bolted that one, also. On a Saturday, no telling who might drop by
unexpectedly,
and she certainly didn't want *anybody* visiting. No Disturbances, she
thought; no
interference with the ultimate closeness that was so fast developing in
her family.
They needed nobody but themselves, for who could offer them more?
Wearing her robe, but barefoot now, Betty moved toward the family
room, not
sure of what she would find there, but needing some kind of communication
with
her husband. She *did* love him, and right now, possibly more than she
had ever
loved him in their entire married life. For love wasn't all taking, and
it wasn't
hiding, nor jealousy, and love wasn't composed of tight little
restrictions and a
whole list of no-noes.
Love was giving, and sharing, and what better way to share than the
ecstasies of their bodies and the invitational openings of their minds?
When Betty
screwed her son, she accepted his love, the adoration of his hard young
prick for her
soft and motherly cunt. When her son fucked his sisters, he was going
beyond the
sibling affection required by convention; he was truly showing his
sentiment for
them, in the most solid form possible.
Chad had screwed his older daughter, and at the end, it had turned
into a
battle, a frantic attempt for who dispensed largess and discipline. But
Linda had
won the contest, and now Chad had retreated.
She had to bring him back, Betty thought, not as the domineering
father
figure, but as the lover she knew him to be, gentle and sexy and
sometimes
impetuous. He could be the same to his daughters, fucking and ardent,
sucking and
devoted, giving them the benefit of his years of experience. They would
be
enchanted with him, as Betty had been, and was quickly becoming again.
Just inside the archway, Betty paused, peering into the half gloom
caused by
drawn drapes. She made them out across the room by the bar, where her
daughter
sat naked and leg-spread upon one of the stools, her heels hooked onto a
rung. She
had a glass of whiskey in one had, and as Betty watched, Linda spilled
some of the
dark liquid down her belly, and into the deep, springy bush of her pubic
hair.
Only then did Betty see her husband, and Linda's daddy, there at the
girl's
feet, crouched and appearing curiously defenseless in his nudity.
Linda said, "Here's a drink for you, daddy. Come lick it off my
tummy, and
out of my cunt hairs. Come on, daddy--before I get mad at you."
"Baby," Chad said, "I love you, you know that, but--"
Linda gestured imperiously, and splashed more of the liquor into her
crotch.
"But if you want to *fuck* me again, you have to do as I tell you. And
you like being
told what to do, really, you *love* me bossing you, making you my slave.
Now,
father; lick me!!"
Betty took a step forward and put out one hand, but let it fall,
Maybe Chad
*did* like to be dominated by his daughter, to be humbled and even
degraded. If he
did, she had no right to horn into his pleasures. She waited quietly,
standing and
looking at the naked back of her husband as he kneeled before Linda ;and
Licked
the whiskey from her pale white belly.
"All over," she commanded. "My hips, and deep into my belly button.
Ah,
yes--now you're being a good boy. Lick right on down into my pussy, daddy
dear--
stick your nice not tongue on into my hair and suck them all dry."
"Yes, darling," Chad mumbled, and hurried to complete his task,
lapping and
nuzzling at the spilled whiskey, cleaning the stuff from his daughter's
mound with
his eager mouth.
Betty moved closer, her tits lifting, their nipples hard with a
sudden ache as
she watched the scene. It was exciting, the girl dominant, the man
passive and
obedient, docile. It might be a kick to do it herself, she thought--but
Chad probably
wouldn't want it, from her.
Linda saw her the, and smiled, beckoned to her with one had; the
other lay
upon her father's head, holding his face into her pussy. "hi, mom."
Chad tried to move, and his daughter lifted one leg to curl around
his neck
and shoulders. "No, daddy! Don't you move. Stay right there, you hear?
Mom isn't
he sweet? Just like a big puppy dog, but a puppy with a hard on--and he'd
have to
be a Saint Bernard to have a cock like that."
Betty said softly, "I thought you and I--now that the other thing is
done?"
Linda held one hand over her father's head, and Betty took it,
standing so
close that her knees brushed her husband's back. Linda said, "That's
where Glenn
is, then--getting his share?"
Nodding, Betty squeezed her daughter's strong, smooth hand. "But I
was also
fretting over Chad. There's so much to do yet, and I wondered--"
"It's just perfect," Linda said. "we're here now, and everyone else
is busy, so
why don't you and I and daddy -----"
Chad trembled against her knees, and Betty shivered in response.
"You
mean--you and I---with Chad watching, or--"
"Or joining in, when he has a the room and the inclination. Why not?
Poor
daddy; I haven't let him screw me yet today, and his big, angry prick must
be about
to split!"
"But his wife and his daughter?"
Linda removed her leg, put one small foot against her daddy's hairy
chest and
nudged him aside. The rich brown hairs of her cunt gleamed, where he had
been
licking them. She said, "You've never had a woman, huh, mom? Remember I
told
you about the oral love with a boy before I married Glenn? Well, there
was a girl,
also. And it's as much fun with one as the other--more, in some ways.
Gee, I'm glad
to be the one to teach you."
Betty said, "Chad," but he climbed up and poured himself a big drink,
his
back to her and his stiff rod pushing against the padded leatherette of
the barfront.
"Daddy," Linda said, " you just sit and watch if you want to, but if
you want to
jump in, later--you can. You have my permission. And you can fuck either
of us, or
both of us."
Betty saw her husband's shoulders quiver, but there wasn't time to
say
anything else to him, because her daughter slid off the barstool and
advanced
toward her, both arms held wide, and Betty just naturally went into them.
Her large breasts covered Linda's smaller, firm ones, and their
bellies
merged, their mounds pushing tenderly against each other. Betty was
slightly
taller, and more full bodied, but her daughter was well modelled, and with
a
wickedly longing stare in her eyes, an intent dampness about her mouth."
"Just hold me the way you do daddy, or Glenn, " Linda said. "oooh,
mother'
your big tits feel so good, all soft and cuddly, and your belly is like
white satin, your
mound--ooohhh, mom--your pussy is so hairy and deep; oh wow, how wonderful
it is;
how fabulous it must be to fuck such a tender cunt."
Betty looked past her daughter's shoulder, held her very closely and
squirmy
and looked at Chad as he turned slowly on the barstool; his penis was
*huge* it
knob glowing, purple, and wet. He stared at them, his eyes fixed and his
mouth
slightly open. His chest was rising and falling with the rapid pace of
his breathing.
That's when Linda moved her mother back a step or two, then pulled
her
gently to the floor, going down to the soft carpet with her. "Lie back,
mom; you be
the woman and I'll be the man."
Feeling warm and relaxed all over, Betty sank back, her thighs
falling open,
her arms upheld for her lovely daughter. And Linda came into them, but
slowly and
with a tantalizing fondling of her mother's body. The girl's soft hand
ran over
Betty's breasts, pinching the nipples, pressing the mounds almost flat and
letting
them pop up again.
She caressed her mother's rib cage, then her hips and belly, and put
both
hands delicately between Betty's thighs to cup the quivering softness of
her mound.
But only for a moment, only for the space of time it takes to deposit a
fleeting
caress. Then the girl lay down atop Betty's pulsating body, as a male
lover would
mount her. Linda's mouth sought Betty's, and her lips were sweet, her
tongue a
flickering blaze that searched over Betty's tongue, asking love in return.
Tit to tit, belly to belly, they lay gasping together, and Betty
arched her back,
lifted her knees high so that she could wrap her long legs around her
daughter's
slim waist. They were rocking, heaving together, the lips of the cunts
rubbing
wetly, their hairy crotches meeting and twisting in a primeval hunger.
Why, Betty thought dizzily, it's very much like being fucked by a
man, except
there's no real penetration--only the thrilling kiss of pussy to pussy,
and the
massaging of one clitoris upon the other. Linda had such a rich cunt, she
thought,
and her flesh was satiny, her mouth a damply demanding furnace that drew
her
mother's tongue in and halfway down her throat.
Joyously, Betty abandoned any residual clinging to outmoded
restrictions,
and surged strongly, positively, against the hot caress of her daughter's
pussy. Each
time their clits touched, a violent thrill shot through her body, and the
sweaty
rubbing on their bellies, the slippery hunching and squirming of their
mounds, made
every sensation erotic, electric.
"Oh mama, " Linda breathed, "oh sweet mother--what a soft pussy you
have!
We're screwing each other, mama dear; we're fucking, you and I--rubbing
our cunts
together and I'm in between your thighs, just like daddy make it. Fuck me
back,
mama darling--oh, rub that crazy pussy into mine until we come!"
Yes, baby!" Betty gasped. "Oh, yes, my lovely daughter. Oh, your
mouth,
your tits--that steamy young cunt against mine--oohhh, I could just
squeeze you to
death with my legs. Sweet baby, pretty girl with the boiling hot
pussy---oh, how
your mother loves you!"
Twisting, pulling her daughter's crotch violently down into her own,
Betty
fucked savagely into the voluptuous cunt that pushed into her, and in
turn, covered
hers. Slippery and skidding, wet and greasy, their hairy labia shook and
quivered.
They humped and shoved, wiggled and churned, and Linda was the first to
cry out.
"Mama--oh, mama!" she moaned, rolling her belly. "I'm about to
come,
sweetheart--oh mother dear, my cunt is on fire--I coming---I'm coming!"
Desperately, she clamped the girl in her arms her teeth raking across
Linda's, her cunt slamming into her daughter's, her legs squeezing the
girl's waist.
Betty's head whirled and she couldn't get her breath. She fell back
panting,
and Linda fastened her mouth to one of her nipples. Waves of foaming
orgasm
heaved and fell within Betty's pussy, and her asshole contracted in
jealous reaction.
Inside her thighs, tremors raced up and down, and every time her
daughter's cunt
flexed, Betty felt it against her own lascivious mound.
They embraced only for a little while longer, then, sighing, Linda
raised her
body from her mother's supine one; their cunts came apart with a
suctioning noise,
and Linda murmured, "You're very sweet, mother--and very beautiful."
The girl climbed erect and Betty lay still, resting, still melted
together inside
her body. She looked up at her daughter, at the shapely legs and thick,
brown vee,
at the satiny belly and the firmly jutting tits and thought what a lucky
man Glenn
was, to have picked this lovely, highly passionate girl for his wife.
Only then did Betty remember that her own husband had been close by,
all
the time she and her daughter had been fucking, that Chad had been staring
transfixed at this wife and his oldest child as they ground and humped and
screwed
together.
But Linda had kept it in mind all the time, evidently. She posed
sexily for
her father, stood imperiously with her cunt thrust forward and her tits
proudly
high. Chin up, she strode past where he sat on the barstool with his
massive penis
erectly throbbing. When she came from behind the bar, Linda carried a
thin riding
crop. They'd brought it back from Mexico some summers ago, and it was
part of the
wall decoration. Now Linda was about to put it to use.
She pointed it at her father. "Dad--go lie down over there, right
beside
mother. Do as I say!"
Chad seemed to fold into himself, to actually cringe as Linda shook
the crop
at him, but he didn't climb off the stool. Embarrassed, Betty got off the
floor and
stood uncertainly, enthralled by this sexual domination their daughter had
achieved
over her father. For Betty could see that Chad actually *wanted* to be
mastered by
Linda, that he was waiting eagerly for it. And his daughter did not
disappoint him.
Moving forward, regal as a queen, Linda flicked her daddy on the head
of his
swollen prick with the end of the leather riding crop. He winced, but
Betty could
see white juice spring from the slot of his glans and realized that he
enjoyed the
dollop of pain, or perhaps the symbol of chastisement. He climbed from
the stool
and moved stiffly to the middle of the carpet, standing with his hairy
back to them
until his daughter popped the crop across his ass. Then he lay down
quickly, rolling
over onto his back with his monstrous staff pointing straight up and
perhaps
distended farther than Betty had ever seen it before. It was a
magnificent erection!
"Now, mom," Linda said, "since I'm bossing this little affair, I want
you to go
around and stand at daddy's head. That's the way, darling--and my, but
your nice
round ass jiggles so sweetly when you walk; you're sexy, mom. Now; put
one foot on
each side of his head--got ahead; he'll lie still for it. Just stand
there with your legs
apart a little so he can stare up into the juicy lips of your lovely
pussy.
Linda moved toward them, swaying her svelte hips, making an
exaggerated
roll of her belly and ass. The leather riding crop was tapping against
the calf of her
leg--tap-tap-tap. For a crazy moment, Betty herself felt a strange
exultation
touched with terror, as if her daughter was going to beat her naked flesh,
to be
torture mistress over all. Betty would be punished for her
transgressions, with
whip and spur, and the hairy wet cunt would be queen forever.
Linda positioned herself over her father's waiting body, standing
with opened
thighs directly above his upstanding cock. Chad lay quietly, passive, his
arms at his
side, but his eyes were open and his chest heaving. Most alive was his
prick, tall
and thick with its head practically bathed in the gleaming juices leaking
from its
tiny mouth.
The girl said, "We'll use him between us, darling. You have him eat
your
lovely cunt, and I'll take the swelling out of that big, eager cock of
his."
Chad said, "I--I never did that before. I never went down on any
woman, not
even your mother. "
Linda reached down with the riding crop, tapped his penis with it.
"Then it's
time you learned, Daddy. Mom has such a beautiful pussy, you should have
eaten
her years and years ago. Glenn did it to her. My husband got his tongue
inside
your wife's cunt and made her come, so now mom know how good it feels.
And
you'll do a super job, daddy---I'm sure you will, because you'd *better*!"
Smiling at her mother, lowering herself to her knees so that her
profusely
feathered crotch was just above the blunt head of her daddy's cock; Linda
said,
"Just do the same as I'm doing, darling. Kneel down and let him quiver
for awhile."
Betty kneeled, her kneecaps touching the biceps of her husbands arms,
a
tremor moving excitedly in her tummy, and she thought of Glenn's semen
still
within her vagina, of the recent fucking she had taken from her impetuous
son-in-
law. Chad was going to put his tongue inside; she was going to actually
sit down on
his mouth and he was going to eat her cunt, for the first time in their
married lives.
And as Linda said, it was about time.
"Now, mom,," her daughter said, lowering her crotch just a bit and
using her
hand to guide the shuddering, anxious head of her father's prick into the
springy
depths of that curly brown pubic hair. Her other had reached out to her
mother,
and Betty put her fingers into Linda's soft, warm palm as she sat gently
down upon
Chad's waiting, helpless face.
A hot, wet shock jolted through her body as he sticky labia came in
contact
with his lips. For an indecisive moment, her husband hesitated, then
uttering a
groan, his mouth opened and his tongue shoved in and up, piercing the wet
folds of
flesh and entering the wet cave of the vagina itself.
"Ah! OOOHH! Oh, Linda--he's doing it! Your father is eating me,
sticking
in his tongue and licking. OOOHHH!"
"Good," Linda answered, clenching her hand. "And look how his big
dick is
easing up into me. Hard and rubbery; thick and long--ow wow; this is some
rod,
mama! This is a terrific prick, and I'm fucking it just lie y ou do,
fucking my daddy's
big cock while he eats my mama's sweet pussy. Ahh, daddy--oh yes, stiff
prick--ah-
oh--the head of it is away up inside me, knocking at my cervix. Ahh!
Oh--oh mama,
oh daddy!"
Staring, Betty watched her husband's thick staff working its way up
into the
redly clinging lips of her daughter's young pussy. It was a wonderful
sight, a
thrilling picture, and she ground sensuously upon Chad's mouth as she saw
the
engorged rod progress inch by veined inch until it was swallowed up.
He mumbled something into her blazing cunt, and his tongue lapped
puppy-
dog style into her slit; she slid forward and back, making him reach her
clit,
grinding it into his chin and back to his nose. And on one of her forward
slides,
Betty found herself only inches from her daughter's face.
It was so natural that she kiss Linda's passionate mouth, that her
daughter's
tongue should melt lovingly over her own, and their teeth clash sweetly.
Straining,
leaning forward, they held arms around each other's bodies, and mashed
their tits
together.
"Oh, baby," Betty gasped. "Oh, how wonderful, to kiss you and feel
your
breasts against mine--oh, how wild--because we're sharing your father and
each
other, too."
"Great, mom--far, far out! Oh, how I dig this kind of swinging!
Kiss me,
mama--kiss me as I ride your husband's cock, my daddy's cock!"
"Darling, darling--" Betty hunched faster upon Chad's face, because
he was
getting the hang of it, working his tongue over her clit and beginning to
suck, to
siphon upon the lining of her pussy and to drain the hot oils and her
son-in-laws
warm juice into his throat.
"Fuck me!" Linda screamed, and slammed her tits hard into her
mother's
larger breasts. "Oh, daddy, you big-dicked bastard--shove it up my
cunt--bang it up
my pussy!"
Betty shook and trembled, her tits bouncing as she rode her husband's
mouth, for her climax was swiftly burgeoning within her spasming vagina.
She
clamped her mouth onto her daughter's, and urged her tits into Linda's;
Betty's ass
was swinging and sliding, and she forced her tongue deep into Linda's
mouth.
Her daughter clawed her nails into Betty's back, and raked her teeth
across
her mother's. They sucked tongue and moaned in explosive rapture, moaned
together as they came--one upon the man's prick, one upon his suctioning
mouth,
mother and daughter blending in ecstasy upon the male they both had in
common.
They held to each other, kissing, sliding wet tongues, wiggling more
gently in
the subsiding of their simultaneous orgasm. Chad turned his face aside,
panting
into Betty's thigh, and she realized that he had also come, that he had
fired his
monstrous cock into his daughter's inflamed cunt, pumping that narrow
sheath full
of his thickly foaming semen.
How long they stayed glued together, Betty didn't know; she really
didn't
come to herself until Linda stood up and helped her to her feet. They
left Chad on
the carpet, but not for long; he climbed up and joined them at the bar.
Betty saw
that her husband's massive dick was still hard, and glistening all over
with the
juices he had released into Linda's vagina, with his daughter's shining
pussy oils.
Gruffly, he said, "I--oh hell, women; I don't know how to put it, but
I--well, I
think this is terrific. The three of us making it together. And Betty--I
enjoyed
going down on you; I really did."
He put his arms around them, stood between them as they sat naked on
the
barstools. His long staff poked between them the purple head lustrous and
glowing.
Betty turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
"It is good, isn't it dear?" So intimate, so exciting. I wasn't a
bit jealous of
you screwing your screwing our daughter. In fact, I was thrilled that you
should get
the chance to enjoy the beauty of her cunt' you're a lucky man, because so
few father
ever realize their yearnings and actually *fuck* their daughters."
Chad stroked her back, brought his hand down and caressed the cheek
of her
ass. Betty glanced across his back and saw that he was doing the same to
Linda.
He said, "I'll admit I didn't like it at first, when Glenn was putting the
dick to you,
Betty. I mean, you're my *wife*, and I'm supposed to be jealous of you.
But there
was Linda, and Glenn was really shoving it to you and you looked like you
were
getting a kick out of fucking him, so I--well, I figured it you let me
screw Linda,
then we'd compromise, and I'd let you screw Glenn."
Linda chuckled, and poured drinks all around. "Daddy, you're trying
so hard
not to be a male chauvinist. You really want to say that it's okay for a
man to fuck
anything he can find, but that a woman should stay pure--whatever the hell
that is."
"Now wait a minute," he said.
And Linda cut in: "But you get high on fucking me, so it's okay for
mother to
have a little staring cock on the side. But don't you see how much better
it is, how
much more fun it is, to share our love-making? You and me and mother --
and
when Glenn was there last night, wasn't that fun?"
"I guess so," he said. "but--well I don't think I can have as much
fun when
somebody else sees you bossing me around. There are some things a man has
to
keep private."
"Why?" Linda asked. " If anything turns you on, nobody here is
going to
laugh at it. We all have our kinks and our little hangups, but that's
what we're
doing now, together---we're trying to rid ourselves of all our hangups,
trying to be
honest with each other, and most of all with ourselves."
Chad continued to fondle their asses. Betty downed her drink and felt
the
warmth of it, the needed strength of the alcohol . Then her husband
said, "I guess
you're right, Linda. now that we've gone ahead like this, screwing and
sucking and
all---we can make it fine together. You and me and your mother and Glenn;
we can
have a real wife-swapping setup here, as long as we keep it from the kids,
that is. I
mean, we're adult and they're so young, and I don't think I could conceive
of those
kids even thinking--"
Linda poured more drinks. "You mean it's all right for mom to eat my
husband's cock, it that what they both want?"
Chad bit his lips, and Betty noticed that his penis was slumping. He
said,
"Well, I guess so. Glenn's a good guy, and your husband, and----"
"And you're getting the best of the deal," Linda said. "Here you
are, swapping
wives with Glenn, but you get a bonus, because I'm your daughter, too. So
you not
only trade wives, but get to dig some incest, besides. Would you be as
willing if
Glenn was your son, and I was just another girl?"
Chad took his hand from Betty's ass and reached for his drink. "Hey
now,
wait a minute! That would make him a--a -- "
"A mother fucker? Is that so terrible? Is that any worse name than
daughter
fucker, or daddy fucker?"
"You're mixing things up," Chad said. "Damnit, you're getting
everything all
screwed around."
Linda turned on the stool, so that she could hold his body between
her legs
and draw him into the softly feminine vee of her thighs. "Daddy,
*you're* the one
who's getting screwed up-- and screwed. But would you disown me, back off
from
me right now, if I told you that I've already fucked my brother, too? I
have, you
know; Danny and I had a good, solid screwing together, even before I
seduced you
last night."
"That--that kid?"
"He's no kid; he's a good, erotic lover with a strong prick longer
than your
own."
"Damnit, Linda--Betty---"
Betty watched her daughter tug her husband closer with her legs, saw
her
rub her high, firm tits into his hairy chest and use her had to fondle the
thick,
drooping cock. Linda said, "There's plenty of this pussy left for you.
Al you want,
daddy dear--if you stop being so straight and hungup and just let it all
hang out. I
can fuck you and Danny and my husband, and thrill all of you--and so can
mom."
Betty saw his back stiffen, and she gulped the rest of her drink
hurriedly.
Now was the moment, when he would either resist or give in.
Chad said, "Hold on; that's going to damned far. The boy and
you--and me
and you--Glenn--you're going out of your head, if you think I'm going to
stand still
for Danny and his *mother*--"
Before Linda could hold to him, Chad pulled himself from between her
legs
and strode off, vanishing from the family room without a word.
Betty said, "Well, I guess that's it."
"The hell it is," Linda answered. "There's's still Nikki; you notice
how
carefully he avoided mentioning her name? Dad has a hard-on for Nikki,
too, and
don't doubt that. And he's pretty well smashed right now; I poured enough
juice
into him today for him to be high as a mountain top. He's only going to
his own bed.
We'll get him there. Are you game for a family council of the rest of
us?"
"All right," Betty said. "Son as I can get some clothing--"
"No," Linda said. "All of us bare-assed and honest, okay?"
"Okay, then. Oh, I hope we can straighten out your father."
The girl smiled. "We will; don't you worry."
(end Chapt. 13)
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