My Sexy Mom And I
[aka 'Daphne's Loving Son']
by Warren Bisig
(BH-7236)


CHAPTER ONE 

She was crying when I came in, sitting on the black and gold-weave sectional 
sofa in the living room, bathed in diffused light from the calypso dancer 
lamp on the end table beside her. My breath caught. My belly turned over. I 
could see up the dress ... all the way to her pussy. 

Quietly I closed the door, stole across the dark foyer to the archway 
between the front hall and living room. I shouldn't be looking, I knew. 
Especially now, since she was crying. I had never entered the house without 
being stricken anew by her lush beauty, but she couldn't see me there in the 
shadows, in the hall. 

Throat dry, I eyed the long legs I had dreamed about night after night. 
Round knees. Nylon stockings afire with soft lamplight. Before leaving for 
school that morning, I had watched her squeeze into the jersey knit 
minidress-as platinum gold, but not nearly so soft as her hair-which now 
rested high on her thighs, exposing the hot, damp shadow area at the top of 
the stockings. 

I loved her. God help me ... I was fifteen years old and loved her. I closed 
my eyes and it was morning again and she was dressing and I could see the 
deep cleft of her ass, the almost-white triangle showing through the crotch 
of the panties. "God! God!" I whispered, recalling Sunday School lessons ... 
Thou shalt not! Thou shalt not! and thinking I spent my whole life looking 
at her. 

Her sobs grew loud, bringing me abruptly back to the foyer, to now. Why was 
she crying? I wondered. Daphne? My sister? I saw visions of her party-hat 
tits crushed beneath the wheels of a car ... blonde-red pussy cold and 
lifeless ... quivery thighs closed to the world forever. Usually, this time 
of night, Daphne was in her room, radio blasting, or sprawled with her cute 
ass in the air on the living room floor; gossiping, talking nonsense with 
her giggly teenage girl friends. Now nothing. Now only the soft mewing sobs 
from the sofa. 

My gaze climbed the inside of one leg to her lap. Her knees were apart ... 
not much, but enough for a glimpse of the panties. My dick began to pulse 
and grow. My nuts ached. I moved farther back in the shadows ... clutching 
the front of my pants ... watching her breasts heave ... braless nipples 
straining against the knit dress ... watching the sobs wrack her body, widen 
the gap at her knees; and, as if it was meant to be, show me the soft blonde 
wedge at the top of the stockings. 

"Thou shalt not! Thou shalt not!" I demanded of the hard thing in my pants 
leg. But rubbing. Working myself toward orgasm. Unable to stop. 

God? Was there a God, I wondered. An all-powerful being who saw and knew 
everything? Knew of my thoughts about Daphne, and worse-what I was now 
thinking? 

"Why'd you make her so beautiful and young?" I demanded under my breath. 
"Why! Goddammit! Why? Why'd you make her my mother?" 

"Johnny? Is that you, honey?" 

"Ahhh ... yeah, Mom." I entered the living room. The thing in my pants leg 
still bulged. But Mom had seen me with a hard-on before, often teased me 
about it-calling it her "Johnny-boy mini-peg." 

"My Johnny-boy." From the sofa, her gray-green eyes blinked huge tears at 
me. They slid down her flawless cheeks, paused at the corners of her wide, 
full-lipped pink mouth, continued down and under her small round chin, and 
cut streaks down the ivory column of her neck to her bosom. She opened her 
arms, leaned forward, reaching out to me. "Johnny," she wept. "Johnny! 
Johnny! Come to Momma, honey." 

I hesitated only a moment. Then my head was against the warm cleavage at the 
neck of the low-cut dress, my arms were around her waist, and I was smelling 
the perfume, the sweetness of her, and experiencing the electric tingle of 
her soft thigh pressed to mine. 

Sweet Jesus, I thought. Help me. Help me not to think of her this way. Then, 
one thought coming upon the other, no pause between: Mother Mary ... I'd 
give anything, anything I own or ever hope to possess, to be able to put my 
hard dick in the hair at the top of her thighs. 

Mom wept for a while, holding me close, big breasts and nipples heaving 
softly against my face. I was content to lie quietly in her arms, smelling 
her, touching her furtively-inches away from the thing I wanted, yet farther 
away than Pop, more distant than Vietnam, a moon-flight between me, my stiff 
cock, and the hot little blonde hole at the top of her thighs. Incest! 
Christ! The word made me shiver. What would Pop say, I wondered. What would 
he do if he were able to crawl inside my head, see my thoughts, and 
suddenly, miraculously, aware of my secret desires, find a way home from the 
outpost in Southeast Asia? 

Was he, too, at that very moment, thinking of Mom in that way? I envisioned 
him lying in a bunker ... remembering the last leave, months before, when he 
had sent me and Daphne off on every foolish errand he could dream up-getting 
us out of the house, getting Mom's clothes off, into bed, no sooner the door 
closed. And at night. Christ! At night! Listening! Listening! Lying in bed, 
in the room next to theirs, hearing Mom's little love noises, able to tell 
what was happening by the sounds they made. Daphne, too. Sneaking into my 
room to giggle and gossip about it. Making it worse. Putting a pussy, not 
nearly so soft, so blonde, so appealing, but a pussy, nonetheless, within my 
reach. 

Now, as if by accident, I let my hand drop from Mom's waist, down her hip, 
and cup-as if I held china, precious, breakable Dresden, as if the slightest 
telltale pressure would shatter my dream-hardly touch, but cup one soft half 
of her ass. Didn't she know? Couldn't she feel my hand shaking against her? 
Couldn't she tell by the long stiff thing in my pants leg, that I was no 
longer her Johnny-boy baby, and the bloated thing she referred to as a 
mini-peg was now king size and aching with need of her? 

Finally Mom pulled away. She took hold of my shoulders, held me at arm's 
length. Succulent lower lip atremble, she whispered, "He's d-d-dead, 
Johnny." 

"Who?" 

"Daddy. Your father." 

"Pop?" I couldn't believe it. I had been thinking about him only the moment 
before. He was alive in my mind. 

Mom nodded, trying to be brave for my sake, trying to hold back the tears. 
"They ... they killed him, Johnny. The Viet Cong. They overran his outpost 
last night and this morning, when the relief team arrived, they found him 
... facedown in a rice paddy." Slowly she opened her fist and showed me the 
crumpled telegram in the palm of her hand. 

She's mine! I thought. Mine. Mine! Mine! I hurriedly buried the wish. It was 
a horrible thing to be thinking, I told myself. "Where ... where's Daphne?" 
I asked. 

"She cried herself to sleep-poor little darling. 'My daddy the soldier,' she 
used to say. Oh, Johnny ... what am I going to do? Daphne's only thirteen, 
and you-" 

Again her voice broke. Again she clutched me tight to her warm body. Again I 
felt her soft thigh pressed against mine. I glanced down. A gasp escaped 
from my lips. She clutched me tighter, breath on my neck, fiery hot and hard 
nipples boring holes in my chest-thinking, I suppose, the gasp was a sigh of 
grief. But there was no grief in me. Only lust. For the dress had ridden 
high on her lap and now I could see the soft swell of hair beneath the 
white, white like her pussy, white like the hair on her head, nylon panties. 

"Don't worry, Mom," I told her. "I'll look after you and Daphne. I'll help 
you forget. You're young yet. Thirty-three. And beautiful ... prettier, 
built better than any girl I know. You still have me. I love you more than 
anything-more than Pop loved you." 

"My Johnny," she wept. "My Johnny-boy mini-peg." 

She didn't seem to notice or care about the hand on her panties, on her ass 
where the minidress had ridden up in back. 

Pop's medal came in a white leather case, with a brass plate reading 
LIEUTENANT JOHN JOSEPH. Mom set it at the center of the mantel, and for 
days-after the memorial service I didn't attend because Daphne was sick and 
someone had to look after her-she sat and slept on the sofa in the living 
room, staring at nothing, crying in spurts, not even looking at me when I 
came in from school. 

But I looked at her. I looked at her long, lovely legs, and thought about 
the night the telegram came ... the softness of her ass ... the feel of her 
nipples digging into my chest. I envisioned her blonde pussy. I imagined 
myself suspended above her, hard dick slipping in and out between the wet 
lips of her cunt. For more than a week, while she mourned, I crept about the 
house, waiting. It would end eventually, I knew. And when it did, I knew, 
too, Mom would be wanting a man. 

Daphne was another problem. All her spirit was gone, it seemed. Each day, 
after school, she went to her room and refused to acknowledge phone calls or 
friends at the door. I hated to see her like that ... shuffling to meals in 
a wrinkled mini-slip and panties ... enormous blue eyes red and black-ringed 
from crying. She was so tiny, so helpless. It was Mom I wanted, more than 
anything, but Daphne, with her pointed, braless little tits, round ass and 
plump pussy, brought my dick to attention every time she walked past. 

It was late afternoon, two weeks after the telegram, when I came home to 
find Mom had again gone to church to light candles. There was a PS at the 
end of the note she'd left me: TRY TO CHEER UP YOUR SISTER. YOU'RE THE MAN 
OF THE HOUSE NOW, JOHNNY. 

I glanced sharply toward Daphne's closed door. Mom had been spending a lot 
of time in church and would be gone at least an hour, I knew. I went quickly 
to my room, changed, and silently opened the door across the hall. 

My cock leaped. Daphne was curled on the bed, in the cute way she had of 
sleeping ... knees high, almost even with her belly, mini-slip bunched at 
her tiny waist. From the door, I could see where the panties were sunk deep 
in the dark crack of her ass. 

Blood beating a guilty tattoo in my temples, wanting to, not wanting to, 
afraid, anxious, I moved to the foot of the bed. Now I could see the short 
red-gold hairs beneath and protruding from the leg band of the panties. 
Groaning, I clutched the front of my pants. I thought back ... to when 
Daphne had only two or three glistening hairs on her pussy ... to the 
wrestling games, me on top, dry fucking like crazy between her soft young 
thighs, I recalled the first time I shot off in my shorts atop her. She was 
only eleven, me thirteen, I recalled, and I remembered the surprised look on 
her face when she felt my wet hardness digging into her hot crotch. "Wha ... 
what happened, Johnny?" she'd asked. When I told her, explained I was coming 
as Pop did when he fucked Mother, she blushed bright red and tried to 
scramble away, and had made me hold her down forcefully while I came again 
and again. 

And other times, too. Times when Pop was home on leave, and he and Mom 
fucked so hard neither one of us could sleep. Times when Daphne came to my 
room to talk, and we fell asleep locked in each other's arms. Times when I 
awoke first with a piss hard-on ... secretly moved her panties aside, rubbed 
the hard head of my dick in her gash, and got my nuts off while she sighed, 
moving about restlessly in sleep. 

Now I stood at the foot of the bed, gripping my stiff cock, remembering the 
buckets of cum I'd shot off around and against Daphne's tight little love 
hole, but never, not once, inside her hot, adorable, pink and red-blonde 
pussy. 

"Sis? You awake?" I waited a moment, then moved to the side of the bed. I 
sat on the edge, close behind her. My gaze traveled from her long, 
red-blonde hair, tied into a ponytail, to the plump halves of her ass. I 
groaned. Tentatively I touched the back of one warm creamy thigh. 

"Jesus! Help me not do this," I whispered. My hand trembled. "Invest! Mom 
and Daphne. I want both of them. Why ... why'd you have to make them so 
fucking soft!" 

Cautiously, so as not to wake her, wanting to fuck her, but afraid, 
wondering if she was a virgin still, what she'd say if she awoke and caught 
me, I moved my fingers up ... slowly up, until my hand lay cupped against 
the underside of one fleshy buttock. My cock ached with wanting to be 
embedded in Sis' tight pussy. It was so hard I thought sure it was going to 
burst through the zipper at the crotch of my pants. 

God! God! I thought, wanting to, not wanting to. I undid my fly. My swollen 
dick sprang free. I rubbed the head ... milking the cum up from my nuts 
while exploring the hot separation between Sis' delectable half-moons. 

Again I groaned. Closing my eyes, I thought about Mom. My hand moved over 
Daphne's younger, smaller contours, but it was Mom's wet cunt I envisioned 
... snapping beneath me ... opening and closing hotly on the length of my 
cock. I dug my fingers into little Daphne's anus, her pussy, and recalled 
all the times I'd arranged to catch Mom in corners and rub my hard-on on her 
wide, wonderful ass. 

Suddenly Daphne stirred beneath my touch. Hastily, not wanting her to see my 
excitement-yet wanting her to; wanting her to see and hold it in her tiny, 
warm fist-I pulled my hand away and fumbled to get my prick inside the 
pants. Too late! 

"Johnny Joseph!" Wide-eyed, gaze riveted to my lap-as if mesmerized by the 
long stiff thing half in, half out of my pants-Daphne tugged at the back of 
the mini-slip. But the garment was too short and, no matter how hard she 
tried to cover herself, I could still see the ripe underside of her plump 
behind. 

"It's only a cock, Sis. See?" 

Daphne crinkled her cute little nose. "Put it away, Johnny. PLEEZE!" 

"Ain't you never seen one before?" 

"NOOO!" 

Speculatively, I studied the minx. Her mouth hung slightly open. Her full 
pouting lower lip glistened. Her blue eyes flashed. And how she was watching 
my cock! Although she tried to pretend outrage, I knew the look in her eye 
... knew she was fascinated by the sight of rigid man-meat and, I suspected, 
was remembering the times we'd wrestled and the feel of it digging in the 
hot pocket between her child-woman thighs. 

I let my dick jump free. She blinked as the full eight inches stood up from 
my fly. "Well, you may never have seen one," I told her, lifting one leg 
onto the bed, to give her a better look, "but you sure as hell felt mine 
pokin' your pussy lots of times. Touch it some. Feel it." I reached for her 
hand. 

"Johnny, don't! S-Stooop!" Daphne tried to yank her hand away. She twisted 
around, onto her back, soft little thighs wide. The slip rode up, exposing 
the almost transparent panties and the red-blonde wedge beneath. She 
squirmed. "I ... I'm a good girl!" she yelped. 

I held tight to her slim wrist; held her hand against my stiff rod. I 
eyeballed her pussy ... the spring-like hairs peeking from the leg band of 
the panties. My dick jerked against her tiny, warm fingers. "Close your 
hand, Sis. Jerk me off." 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

Shit! I thought. I could feel her fingers begin to close, hesitate. And I 
could see her small slit ... where the nylon panties were sunk deep in the 
pink lips of her cunt. And a damp spot ... where she was coming in her pants 
... making it wet for a cock to slip easily into her lower belly. I squeezed 
her wrist Chest tight, throat dry, I ordered, "Make a fist. Gimme a hand 
job." 

Daphne winced and bit her lower lip. "You ... you're hurting me, Johnny. I 
... I never...." Her eyes pleaded with me. 

"You mean you never been fucked?" 

"Uh-uh." 

"Christ! A virgin. I never copped a cherry." My gaze jumped from her snatch 
to her braless breasts, the nipples showing bright pink through the slip 
back to her crotch. With my free hand, I touched her knee. Slowly I moved my 
fingers up the inside of one creamy thigh. 

"Please don't, Johnny ... you ... you're m-my brother! And Daddy ... how can 
you even think of ... of ... oh! How can you even get hard with Daddy dead 
and all?" 

I paused for a moment to look deep into Sis' sad, tear-filled eyes. A stab 
of guilt, of conscience, passed through me. Pop! Was there something wrong 
with me, I wondered. I couldn't feel a thing over Pop's death. No grief. No 
deprivation. All his death meant to me was a chance to do to Mom, beautiful 
Mom, what I'd been wanting to do since the nights we slept together when I 
was a kid. I looked into Daphne's sweet young face and wished, for a moment, 
I could feel what she felt for Pop. But no! All I could feel was the 
silk-like texture of her inner thigh ... and the heat, the magic, the 
magnificent feeling of her tiny hand beginning to close around my hard cock. 

"We ... we hardly knew Pop," I told her. "Remember what he used to say? A 
twenty-year man! An absentee father! He knew it, too. Sometimes he looked at 
me like I was a stranger. And I was, kinda. You, too. If you put all his 
leaves together, end to end, he didn't spend a full year with us since you 
were a baby. You gotta stop thinking about him. He's dead. Dead and buried!" 

Daphne began to cry in earnest. I watched the huge tears stream down her 
unblemished cheeks and realized, suddenly-whether she knew it, or admitted 
it to herself or not-she felt about Pop the way I felt about Mother. If he 
were there, at that very moment, I was certain she'd gladly take him between 
her gaped open legs and grind her sweet virgin cunt onto his cock. The 
realization, a rationalization, perhaps, banished the last shred of guilt 
from my mind. For if Daphne was willing to fuck her own father, I reasoned, 
fucking me, her brother, was a mere needle in an incestuous haystack. 

I removed my hand from her thigh and closed her trembling fingers on the 
shaft of my cock. "Don't think about him, Sis. Think about this ... how nice 
it'll feel up your belly. I know you like it. Don't pretend. You used to 
strain like crazy when we wrestled ... your pussy all wet ... tits hard. 
Lots of girls fuck their brothers. Move your hand on my thing. Feel how 
smooth it is. And hard. Jesus! You make it so hard!" 

Daphne whimpered. But her small hand moved slowly, tentatively, up and down, 
up and down, up and down the full length of my tool. I let go of her wrist, 
unwrapped my hand from hers. Her tiny fingers stayed put. I returned my hand 
to her thigh ... crept up ... cupped her hot, beginning to smell, I could 
smell it, pussy. She shivered. Her mouth cropped open as if she were about 
to protest. 

"Remember," I hurriedly asked, "how you used to sneak in my room late at 
night when they were doing it? And cuddle against me? And wake up next 
morning with hard cum all over your panties, the bed?" 

Sis nodded. She looked so innocent lying there, so vulnerable, small. But 
her hand was becoming bolder. Her fingers moved to the mark of my 
circumcision, brushed lightly across the torpedo-shaped head, the aperture. 
It was my turn to shiver. My balls grew tight. The thick vein along the 
underside of my joint throbbed maniacally. "Suck it awhile," I told her. 

Again Daphne crinkled her nose in the cute way she had of indicating she 
found something distasteful. I recalled a time, years before, when I had 
brought a garter snake into the house, and instead of yelling and jumping 
about like other girls did, all little Daphne did was crinkle her nose. 

"Just a little kiss," I coaxed, moving along the edge of the bed, placing my 
rigid cock within reach of her moist, strawberry lips. "Try. If you don't 
like it, we'll ... well, we'll do something else. We'll fuck maybe. I'll 
bust your cherry." 

"Nooo!" breathed Daphne. "I ... I'm scared. I ... I'm so tight down there. I 
... oh! OWWW! Don't feel me there, Johnny. DON'T!" 

I had moved the panties aside and was twisting one finger between the hot 
lips of her cunt. I found her clit, rubbed. 

"OHHHHHHHHH! Stop! You ... you're ram-making me all w-wet down there." 

"Then kiss my cock." 

Hesitantly, eyes as big as half dollars, Daphne's small head came off the 
pillow. She leaned over my lap ... small, bow-shaped mouth inches above my 
rod. I felt her damp breath on the tip. "Suck it!" I ordered, gripping her 
head and forcing her parted lips onto the glans. 

I gasped as her small mouth made contact, dug my fingers hard into her pussy 
as sharp little teeth scraped over the fat tip. "Take it all in your ... 
ahhhhhh! Take it all in your mouth, Sis. Ah Christ! Don't stop. Suck me 
home. Suck!" I pressed down on the back of her small, beautiful blonde head 
... forcing her face down the entire length of my shaft. 

Daphne gagged. "John-neeeeeee!" she wailed in a muffled, terrified voice. 

I relented. I let her spit my wet dick from her face. She continued to gag, 
cough, and stare with big frightened eyes at the meat standing tall in my 
lap. 

"That ... that was horrible!" Daphne lay back, sweet thighs open once more, 
bush showing, and wiped her mouth with the corner of the pillowcase. 

I lay down on my side beside her, and gathered her tiny, trembling body into 
my arms. Her fragile hands touched my chest. She sniffled against my 
shoulder. "I won't make you suck it," I soothed, moving one hand slowly, 
ever so slowly, so as not to frighten her, down to her incredibly small 
waist. I was determined to fuck her ... to be the first to make her thighs 
quiver and open and take a stiff joint all the way up the tight pink pocket 
between her delectable thighs. My dick was so hard with anticipation, so 
anxious, I thought sure I'd pop off before it was in her. But I had to move 
slowly, I knew :. . had to make her so hot, so willing, she'd forget the 
fear of taking the first cock into her belly. 

It was that way with all the first-timers, it seemed ... all the young ones 
whose cherries I'd busted. like twelve-year-old Marie, from down the street, 
whose hairless cunt I'd penetrated twice. She was just like Daphne, Marie 
was; shy, afraid at first, but wanting to fuck as much as I knew Daphne 
wanted to. I remembered the first time, in her cellar, on a pile of old 
clothes. 

I pulled Daphne close ... recalling how Marie had cried and protested. I 
thought about Mom; how it would be when I got into her, got my hand inside 
her panties, my finger high in her ass-hole, the head of my joint at the 
white-blonde gate to paradise. My fingers found the hem of Sis' slip, lifted 
it high, and groped at the waistband of her panties. 

"D-don't ... f-f-f...." 

"Fuck you?" 

"Don't do it!" she cried, squirming under my touch. "You ... you're too big, 
Johnny. I almost strangled when it was in my mouth. An ... an ... oh! Oh, 
Johnny don't! T-t-take your finger away from ... from ... OHHH! OH, 
JOHN-NEEEEE!" 

Thinking about Mom, her wide ass, I twisted my finger high up Sis' ass-hole. 
I forced her pussy against me. "Jeez! You're so fucking tight back there, 
Daph. Man! I'd sure like to fuck you there." 

"NOOOOOO! Oh! Oh, stop, Johnny!" 

"Undo my belt buckle. We'll ... we'll do like we used to. Wrestle. In 
underwear. I won't hurt you, Sis." 

"P-promise Johnny?" 

My heart leaped. Daphne was precious. I wanted to squeeze 'til she broke. I 
kissed her hair, her eyes ... loving her almost as much as Mother. I kissed 
her soft, so soft, pouting lips 

... recalling the last time Mom had let me sleep with her-only days before 
the telegram announcing Pop's death arrived-and kissed me good night, 
jokingly calling me her "Johnny-boy mini-peg," and pressing my head to her 
bosom, and falling asleep with my cock jerking against her shortie pajamas. 
With Sis in my arms, her lush little body trembling against me, eyes closed, 
breathing becoming more rapid as I explored her behind, I thought again 
about how good it would be when Mom conquered the grief, and, as she'd done 
so many times before, saw in me the image of Pop. 

Sighing, Daphne opened her lovely mouth against mine. Forgetting Mom for the 
moment, I drove my tongue in and out ... keeping time with the finger 
stabbing in and out Sis' rectum. I felt her hand fumbling at my belt and 
thought, Mary! Holy fucking Mother of God! Sis was going to let me do her 
... stick my rock-hard, maniac dick, in her tight hairy pussy. I drove my 
joint between her velvet thighs, inches from the tiny slit. I humped and dug 
in her ass and sucked her sweet breath, her tongue, into my mouth. 

When Daphne had gotten my pants open, her fingers toyed with the sensitive 
sacs beneath my shorts. I tore my lips from her mouth, gasped. "Reach 
inside," I told her. "Hold my cubes in your hand." 

Sis giggled, raised one fragile hand to her mouth, and burrowed her nose 
into my T-shirt. 

"What's funny?" 

"Cubes! I ... I never heard them called that before." Her free hand darted 
inside the jockey shorts. "You're silly, Johnny. Cubes sounds like something 
you put in the freezer." Again she giggled-a high, adorable tee-hee-hee. She 
hugged me with one small arm. "Sometimes I wish ... I wish ... I wish you 
weren't my brother!" she blurted. "Then we could maybe do ... if you weren't 
my brother may I ... we...." 

Helpless, a little girl again, Daphne stared into my eyes. But her hand 
wasn't helpless. I gasped as her baby doll fingers closed hot and tight on 
my balls. 

"Sis baby. Jesus!" 

"I love you so." 

I kissed the twin peaks of her tits showing taut through the slip. God! I 
thought. She's ready to fuck! She's ready! She's ready! I looked from her 
firm little breasts, to her crotch. My breath caught. The panties had 
slipped low on her small but gently curving hips. Coils of red-blonde hair 
peeked from the waistband. I popped my finger out of her ass-hole and, 
before she could protest, yanked the undergarment down. 

"John-neee! NOOO! You ... you promised!" Daphne abandoned my cubes and tried 
to adjust the panties, to cover her glistening pussy. Sunlight from the 
window at the side of the bed made the gold curlicues sparkle as if charged 
with electricity. As she struggled, the slit at the bottom of her wedge 
opened into two puffy pink halves and the darker pink mouth of her love hole 
winked. 

I thrust my cock at her. "Let's fuck, Daphne. I'll go easy. I promise for 
real this time," I said in desperation. "NOOO!" 

"You said you love me." 

"I ... I dooo!" 

"Jesus! Lookit your cunt! It's dripping all over the bedspread." 

"Johnny, stop. Stooooooooop!" 

I caught both her hands, held them trapped. I couldn't stand anymore, 
couldn't wait another second to experience the thrill of feeling my cock 
force its way into the lips of her cunt and through the maidenhead deep 
inside. Ignoring her protests, her cries, I rolled Sis onto her back and 
used my knees as a pry to force her perfect little legs open. The elastic 
waistband of the panties pulled tight across the top of her quivery thighs, 
partially blocking the hole I was after. My pants were in the way, 
cumbersome. It was almost like rape-like taking what I wanted, taking cunt, 
from my baby sister. But we had gone too far to stop. I couldn't think, 
couldn't breathe, didn't care anymore whether or not she was willing. So I 
raised her small arms above her head, pinned her slim wrists with one hand; 
and, reaching down between our bodies, to her squirming hips, tore the nylon 
undergarment from her thighs. Daphne yelped. She whimpered and fought She 
jerked her head from side to side on the pillow and tried to wiggle her cunt 
away when I placed the fat head of my cock at the hot wet mouth. 

"Lift your hips, Sis. Help me." 

"I ... I won't! I won't! I won't I wooon't!" 

I thrust, buried the throbbing head of my dick in her virgin pussy." 

"Oh, no. NOOO! It ... it hurts. It's too big, Johnny. It'll never go in. It 
... OWWWWW!" 

I was beyond hearing her pleas. Again I thrust. But the inner walls of her 
cunt were like a silk vise, and my meat, six hard inches still outside her 
pink hole, would go no further. "Open up, Sis," I grunted. "Jesus! You're so 
fucking tight! Raise your knees. Place your feet wide on the bed and lift 
your ass into me." 

"I won't! You ... you can't make me! You ... OHHHH! OH, JOHNNY, YOU'RE 
KILLING MEEEEEEEEE! 

With my free hand, I pressed down on her little round belly. I'd heard that 
applying pressure to the lower abdomen relaxed the cunt muscles, and, as I 
pressed down, careful not to hurt her but determined to make her give, the 
head of my prick began to penetrate deeper. I watched the cylinder go in 
until the tip encountered a barrier. Her cherry, I wondered. God! I pulled 
back ... watching the puffy lips of her cunt pout outward, then fold in 
along the sides of my driving dick. 

"JOHN-NEEEEEEEE!" 

The barrier gave like an elastic band snapping. The head of my joint ground 
its way deep inside her belly ... deeper, deeper still, until the last inch 
was planted, and my balls lay triumphantly against the soft underside of her 
adorable little ass. Gasping, my cock breathing inside her, I fell with my 
head in the niche at Sis' shoulder. I kissed her neck, her ear. I let go of 
her wrists, released the pressure on her belly, and shivered as her feathery 
inner cunt muscles closed tightly along the pulsing length of my shaft, 
encasing it completely. 

"You're my brother," said Daphne in a voice barely above a whisper. Her tiny 
hands tried to lift me. She continued to fight ... smooth thighs brushing 
mine as she twisted and tried to eject the hard thing deep in her red-blonde 
pussy. But she was weakening despite herself. For as I worked the straps of 
the slip off her creamy shoulders, exposing her titties, and covered one 
rigid peak with my mouth, the noises she made became deep-throated pleasure 
sounds, and her hips, her delectable little bottom, began a sensuous, 
rhythmic, up and down, side to side, grinding, straining, willing and eager 
fuck motion. 

"That's it, Sis. Don't ... ahhh! Don't fight it Fuck! Open ... ohhhah! Open 
your thighs. All the way. Do like I ... ummm ... said! Raise your knees and 
... ahhhhhhh! Raise 'em and dig your feet into the bed. Fuck me!" 

"Al ... all right Johnny. John-neeeee!" 

"Daph." I kissed her swollen lips, reached down, gripped her legs in the 
crook of the knee. Following my instructions, she lifted her knees, planted 
her heels, and thrust her hips, her pussy, up into me. My hands crept along 
the underside of her thighs, savoring the velvety texture, the warmth, the 
fullness, and came to rest on the quivering halves of her bottom. There was 
something extra-special about ass flesh, I thought ... fingers tracing the 
hot crack ... spreading the cheeks ... letting them jiggle together. It was 
like no other part of the body: at once, soft and firm, resilient ... warm 
and shivery, unsilly Silly Putty. I envisioned MOM'S LOVELY ASS. It was 
twice as wide, twice as delectable, twice as everything as the tender 
half-moons bucking like a nervous bronc in the palms of my hands. 

Daphne broke the kiss. Her mouth dropped open. "Johnnny, I ... I feel all 
funny inside my belly. Oh! Oh, what's happening? My ... my pussy feels all 
tingly and ... and ... and ... eeeeeee! EEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" 

She was coming, I knew; her first orgasm with man-meat in her twat. I could 
feel the tiny muscles milking my cock, as if there were a million fingers 
gently tugging, tugging, tugging the cream up from my nuts. 

"Fuck! Don't stop, Sis, Keep your ... OHJE-SUSCHRIST! Keep your sweet pussy 
working. Man! Man-o-man!" 

Driving my stink-finger high into her rectum, I pulled back and slammed the 
roots of my cock into her glistening wedge. Sis moaned, rolled her enormous 
blue eyes. Her cunt nipped at the head of my tool. Again I pulled back, 
drove harder. Her straining hips came a full foot off the bed. 

"JOHN-JOHN-JOUNNYOWWWWWW! Do it! Do it to me! Do it hard! Harder! Do it! Do 
it!" Daphne's arms encircled my neck, held tight. Lifting one foot off the 
bed-tentatively, shyly, her gorgeous little leg trembling-she rested her 
ankle on the back of my thigh. 

"Lift the other one, too, Sis. Put both your legs ... ahhh! Both your legs 
around me: High! All the way up around my waist. I ... mannnnnn! I can get 
more stiff cock in you that way." 

Daphne obeyed. Whimpering, chewing her pink lower lip, she raised her legs 
high on my back, crossed and locked them at the ankle. Her adorable thighs 
applied pressure to my sides as I had applied pressure to her belly moments 
before. Her hips did a frantic love dance beneath me. And her pussy-God! Her 
hot little pussy! Her cunt went wild, completely berserk ... shafting, 
unshafting itself ... making faint suction noises ... sucking me in ... 
retreating and spewing juice over me and the bed. 

I wanted to hold back, to make her come more than once, make it so good 
she'd never again resist, before blasting off. But she was too good, too 
anxious. I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt the blast, like a knot, a 
love tie, gathering at the base of my shaft. Gripping the tender cheeks of 
her ass for all I was worth, I slammed my hardness once ... twice ... three 
times into her. My lungs emptied. I choked on the exquisite sensation 
announcing orgasm. Dropping my mouth to her tits, her lovely, pink and white 
ice cream cones, I bit down on one nipple. I planted my dick, to the roots, 
and ground wiry cock hair into the red-gold and downy stuff crowning her 
sex. 

"Fuck meeeeeeee!" cried Daphne as the first spurt shot off high in her 
belly. Her sheath, although sopping wet, grew tighter. She wiggled her 
adorable ass. She panted. She shimmied her legs higher on my back and, 
straining and whispering incoherently, fought as furiously for hot cum as 
she'd fought to keep me from plowing her. 

"Momma," I sobbed as spurt after spurt of hot cream flew from the glans of 
my cock. I closed my eyes and nibbled Daphne's sweet nipples dug my fingers 
into Daphne's young ass, and emptied my sacs in Daphne's incredibly tight, 
deliciously willing, no longer virgin pussy. But it was Mom, not Sis, I was 
fucking. She was there ... inside my head. She was willing. She was beneath 
me ... thighs open ... white-blonde pussy taking all I had to give. 
"John-Johnneee. Do it! Do it! Don't ... OWWWWW! Don't ever stop fucking 
meeeeeeee!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As the weeks passed and Christmas drew near, Mom seemed to become more her 
old self. Now she shopped often and, as she did every year, warned me and 
Daphne to keep our noses out of her bedroom closet ... or else! She'd always 
gotten a big kick out of the holidays; decorating the windows, the tree, 
and, on Christmas Eve, playing Santa Claus. 

Now I watched her intently, biding my time, wondering if she had any idea of 
what I most wanted for Christmas. Often, when she caught me looking at her, 
she smiled, enhancing her natural blonde and ageless, it seemed, beauty. She 
grew lovelier as the grief of Pop's passing was forgotten. And although Sis 
and I were making it regularly-Daphne sneaking into my room late at night, 
following me around during the day, making herself available-I never spent 
more than five minutes near Mother without experiencing a hard-on. 

Christmas Eve morning I awoke to a world of white fluff. The window across 
from the foot of my bed was frosted over, and the sky, bifurcated through 
the blinds, was a hazy, lazy blue-gray. There'd be more snow before 
nightfall, I was certain. Perhaps Mom, I mused, would light a fire in the 
living room fireplace and, as she did most holiday eves, invite me to sit 
and talk after Daphne went to bed. She had done so the year before and the 
year before that and, I suddenly realized, every Christmas Eve as far back 
as I could remember. Often she stood, took me into her arms, crooned 
wordless songs, and kissed me full on the lips before saying good night. 

My dick got hard as I remembered those long, hot kisses. Mom had the softest 
lips ever. But didn't she know, I wondered. Could she, a married woman, an 
adult, a mother, be so innocent as not to notice what happened inside my 
pants each time she held me tight to her body? 

I bolted upright in bed. Or did Mother secretly enjoyed giving me a hard-on? 
I suddenly speculated. Was she, as she pressed those magnificent tits 
against my chest and felt the hardness digging into her crotch, hoping I'd 
make some move, some gesture ... perhaps take some pussy from her as I'd 
taken it from Daphne? 

School was a drag. I sat listlessly through classes, alternately watching 
the clock and the snow fall outside the high, frosted windows. Half a dozen 
times I was called upon to answer questions and didn't have the slightest 
idea of what the teacher was talking about. But it was Christmas Eve. No 
punishment assignments were being given that day. The recess bell finally 
rang, yanking me, like a jack-in-the-box, from my seat. Coat in hand, I flew 
out of the classroom, down the hall, and out into the crisp, winter air. 
Warmed by thoughts of Mother, I plodded home through knee-deep snow. 

The evening lasted forever. After supper, after Daphne had washed the dishes 
and put them back in the cabinet above the sink, Mom went to the living 
room, to watch TV. Sis immediately gave me the high sign, and started for 
her bedroom. 

"Not tonight!" I barked, knowing, somehow certain, that before long, soon 
after Daphne closed her eyes for the night, Mom would take me into her arms, 
kiss me full on the lips, and perhaps become outraged, perhaps slap my face 
when I did what I had decided to do. 

Daphne pouted. Glancing toward the living room, to make sure Mom wasn't 
watching, I suppose, she came back to where I sat at the kitchen table. She 
flopped in my lap. Her arms went around my neck. "Don't you want to?" she 
whispered hotly against my ear. "My pussy's all wet, Johnny. Feel." 

I allowed her to steer my hand under the mini-dress to the wet crotch of her 
panties. My fingers slipped beneath, through the soft hair, to the tight 
slit of her cunt. 

"Oh, Johnny. That feels so good. Stick ... ohhh! Stick two fingers in. All 
the way." 

"Jesus! You sure are ready." I finger-fucked Sis, my cock getting hard 
despite my earlier resolve to save every drop of cum in my nuts for Mom's 
white-blonde pussy. I kissed her neck, felt her ass. She squirmed about in 
my lap until the dress rode up in back and there was nothing except the 
sheer panties between her warm bottom and the stiffness in my pants leg. Sis 
was getting to be an accomplished seductress, I thought, probing her 
ass-hole. 

"Take out your thing, Johnny." 

"Not here. Mom...." 

"She's lying down on the sofa. I looked. Take it out You can do it to me 
right here in the chair." Her anxious fingers found my fly and worked the 
zipper. Her hand dove inside. She freed my cock. 

"Let me stick it in your ass," I coaxed, working the panties aside, 
forgetting all about Mom, and steering the head of my joint to the mouth of 
her shitter. 

"Uh-uh. In my pussy. If you do me there now, I ... I'll let you do me in 
back t-tomorrow. Please, Johnny. I'm so hot." Guiding my dick out from under 
her ass, she placed the tip at the leg band of the panties. 

"Okay, sit with your back to me. Open your legs." 

Daphne turned in my lap, sat astraddle my thighs. "Do me, Johnny. Hurry." 

"Put it in for me." 

"Oh...! " Taking my hard dick between her tiny hands, Sis rolled it before 
closing her fingers around the shaft. She forced the glans beneath the tight 
leg band of the panties to the wet open lips of her cunt She moved down, 
whimpering as her pussy opened and closed on the head. "Push in, Johnny," 
she breathed. "I ... OW! Oh, do me quick!" 

"Sit still. I can't get it up if you wiggle all over the place." Gripping 
her hips, I slouched down and drove. My cock penetrated. I could feel the 
lips of her cunt opening wide to receive the fatter shaft. But just as I got 
a good bite, just as the glans found its way past the tighter than tight 
inner lips, the telephone rang. 

Daphne leaped, like a bow-legged frog, from my lap. I fumbled to get my cock 
inside the pants. None too soon! For as I zipped the fly, as Daphne 
straightened her dress, Mom rushed into the kitchen to the phone. She paused 
motionless with one hand on the receiver. 

"What goes on?" asked Mom. 

"Nothing," I said. 

"My foot!" 

I followed Mom's gaze to Daphne. Her panties were low on one thigh, visible 
below the hem of the mini. "Nothing," she squeaked. 

I looked back to Mom, watched a frown darken her brow as she eyed first Sis, 
then me. Her gaze dropped to my lap. She blinked. I could almost see the 
cogs meshing inside her head. There was no hiding the stiffness of man-meat 
inside my pants leg; and, my hard-on, the traces of cunt juice at my fly, 
plus Daphne's flushed, disheveled appearance, equaled SEX! 

Finally, after Sis had fled like a cute but frightened rabbit from the room 
into her bedroom, locking the door with a loud click behind her, Mom lifted 
the receiver and, in a hoarse, unfamiliar voice, began to speak. My cock 
ached to be sheathed. I watched Mom watching me. What was she thinking, I 
wondered. 

"Yes," she said into the phone. "Tomorrow. . Dinner at three. Yes, I'll 
bring the ... the children." She listened ... gaze riveted to my crotch. My 
dick jerked inside the pants. Her eyes grew wide. Again she spoke into the 
phone ... gaze never faltering ... studying my stiffness as a scientist 
studies a unique find. I watched the color creep up her lovely white neck, 
fill her cheeks. I watched her breasts heave. I watched her little round 
belly tighten beneath the clinging knit dress she'd worn the night I came 
home to find her crying, learned about Pop, and felt the heat, the softness, 
the wonderful buoyancy of her lush bottom. 

Mom's gaze left my lap. She replaced the receiver and stood for a moment, 
staring at the wall phone. Back to me, knit dress molding the gentle 
contours of her wide ass, nylons catching the light from the overhead 
fixture, she asked, "What were you two doing when I came in, Johnny?" 

I took a deep breath. My hand stole to the bulge at my crotch. Squeezing my 
hard prick, I remembered what I'd decided: to be bold, tell her right out 
what I felt, tell her I loved her as a man loves a woman and not as a boy, a 
Johnny-boy, loves his mother. "We ... we were fucking!" I said. 

Mother gasped. "But she's ... Daphne's only a baby," she whispered, hand 
fluttering at her breast. "And ... and your sister! Your little, innocent 
baby sister." She spun to face me. "How could you, Johnny? I ... I trusted 
you. You're the man of the house now that your father's gone. How could you 
fuc-how could you do that to Daphne?" Her gaze returned to my lap. She 
watched me rub the hard meat in my pants leg. 

Again I took a deep breath. "I ... I didn't want to, Mom. Not Daphne. Not at 
first. But she's so much like you ... blonde and everything ... your body, 
only smaller. You're the one I wanna fuck. I've always wanted to stick this 
up in you." Boldly I unzipped my fly and let my stiff throbbing cock spring 
into view. 

"My God, Johnny. I ... I'm your mother." 

"That makes it even better." 

"No!" 

I watched her gray-green eyes devour my dick. Now I was certain the times 
she'd held me, kissed me full on the lips, were no accident. " 'Member the 
night the telegram came?" I continued, slowly stroking my meat. "You knew I 
was feeling your ass ... could see your pussy through those fucking 
transparent panties you wear. You weren't thinking about Pop. You were 
thinking about me. About us! About fucking!" 

"Johnny, don't! Don't talk to me like that." 

"Feel me, Mom. See how hard I am? I get hard like this every time you come 
near me. You gotta give me some ... some pussy! You just gotta!" 

Sobbing, Mom ran from the kitchen. I started after her, stopped. Had I been 
too bold, I wondered. Was I wrong? The old guilt thing came back: Thou shalt 
not! Thou shalt not! Incest! The ugly word blinked like red neon before my 
eyes. I repeated it aloud. It had a foul sound. A dirty sound. But what I 
felt for Mother wasn't dirty. I loved her. I loved her and she loved me. She 
was a woman and I was a man, and my cock was hard, protruding from my pants, 
and she was in the living room ... crying, perhaps, but waiting ... waiting 
for me to come to her and do what we both wanted so badly. 

Mom was lying on her belly on the sofa, head cradled in her arms, succulent 
ass trembling as she wept. I stood at her feet. Dick in hand, my hungry gaze 
followed the seam of one nylon to where a black garter belt bit into soft 
upper thigh flesh. I could see where the white columns met ... where the 
black panties hugged the gentle slope of her buttocks and dipped snugly into 
the hot valley between. "Mom," I groaned. "Mom! Mom!" 

"Don't do it, Johnny," she protested as I sat on the edge of the sectional 
sofa and touched the back of one lovely thigh. "It ... it's wrong, honey. 
God knows I want to. But it's wrong!" 

"Don't fight it, Mom. Jesus! Your ass is so beautiful." I gently lifted the 
hem of the dress, exposing the see-through panties. I bent close, kissed the 
crack, smelled. She was perfumed down there. 

"You mustn't, Johnny." Mom shivered. Her lush woman thighs opened slightly. 

She's mine! Mine! I thought, nearly out of my head with desire. I kissed all 
over her buttocks, her thighs. I dug my fingers in the crack of her ass, 
traced it down and under to the springy mound at the hot mouth of her twat. 
"Feel how hard I am, Mom. Feel!" I rubbed the, glans of my dick against one 
thigh. "Think how nice it'll be up your pussy. All the way up. In your 
belly. Hard and hot." I worked the panties aside as I'd done with Daphne, 
but, instead of my prick, I placed my lips to Mom's gash. "Oh God. God!" 

"Open wider, Mom. Let me lick it." 

"Johnny. Honey. It ... it's wrong. Oh, don't, baby. Don't! Take your tongue 
away. Please, sweetheart. OHHhhhh! Oh, Johnny, baby love ... you mustn't do 
... mustn't! I ... I won't be able to ... to stop you from ... from ... 
OHHhhhh!" 

"Don't stop me, Mom. Spread your legs. You smell beautiful. like roses. Even 
your cunt. Open and lemme lick you wet before we fuck." I reached for the 
waistband of the panties, pulled them down, exposing the white, oh, so 
white, melons on either side of the dark split up her cushion-like ass. 

"NO!" Mom reached back, groping for the undergarment with a hand not much 
bigger than Daphne's. I caught her wrist, steered the hand to my cock. Her 
breath caught. I gasped. I held her cool fingers closed on the pulsing 
shaft, and worked the panties slowly down her slightly parted thighs. 

With my joint in her hand, her lovely white ass contrasting starkly with the 
black garter belt-as if she wore a garment of alabaster silk over her most 
secret parts-Mom began to squirm beneath my touch, the ministrations of my 
tongue. I licked up and down the deep crack of her ass, the lips of her 
pussy. I tongued her tight ass-hole, tasted the bittersweet stuff clinging 
to her puckered sphincters, and dipped in for more. I placed my open mouth 
to her cunt ... made her tremble by alternately blowing and sucking, 
drinking her juices. I'd waited so long. So fucking non-fucking long! And 
now she was laid open before me ... hips beginning to move ... cunt and 
ass-hole, lovely white cheeks, thighs and legs and round belly-all mine! 

Soon Mom's cunt, the magnificent white-blonde bush I'd dreamed about while 
stoking Daphne, others, became sopping wet and exuded the fragrance of 
readiness; the pungent odor, almost like wine fermenting, of a woman at the 
brink of orgasm. She stopped protesting. Her breathing grew labored. "Baby 
love. Sweet Johnny-boy mini-peg," she cooed as I stopped her hand from 
stroking my cock. "Unzip my dress, honey. Undress me. You too. Take 
everything off. I want to see you." 

"Momma." I undid the clasp at her neck, worked the zipper. The dress parted 
... like the rind of an orange peeling away, exposing her smooth back. "Not 
your stockings," I choked. "Take everything else off, but leave the 
stockings and the garter belt on. I wanna see your pussy like that ... stick 
it up in you like that." 

Kicking the panties off, Mom turned onto her back. Her gaze caught and held 
mine. Momentarily she hesitated; the guilt thing, incest, fucking incest 
again! Then her gaze dropped to my lap, my stiff dick. She drew breath 
through her teeth. "This ... this is crazy," she said, shrugging out of the 
dress ... baring her exquisite, slightly drooping tits ... big crinkly 
nipples bright pink, almost red at the base. 

It was indeed crazy, I thought. I stood. I came out of my pants, shorts, and 
shirt, kicking off my shoes, and stared down at the white-blonde pussy I'd 
appeared from fifteen years before. Mom had come out of the dress. She lay 
nude except for the stockings and garter belt ... one knee provocatively 
raised, arms outstretched to me. The elastic belt bit into her tiny waist, 
restless hips. The black at the top of the stockings encircled the creamy 
flesh inches below the swollen outer lips of her wet cunt. It was a 
magnificent sight ... the way, I'd imagined it. But Mom was more beautiful 
than I'd ever imagined-angelic. And, as she'd said, it was crazy because of 
all the time we'd wasted being afraid, thinking about incest, taboos, when 
all along we both wanted the same thing. 

"Come to Momma, honey. Momma's waiting." 

Lightheaded, drunk with the sight of her, I fell into her arms. Her hand 
recaptured my cock and her lips, her glistening, soft open lips, covered 
mine. I went to work on her breasts. The big rubbery nipples seared the 
palms of my hands, flattened, and sprang erect when released. I squeezed the 
heavy melons together ... hefted them ... let them fall. I wrapped my arms 
around her, held tight ... mashing her tits against my chest ... sucking her 
tongue. 

"Johnny. Johnny, fuck me," Mom breathed into my mouth. "Do it now, honey. 
Get between Momma's legs." 

Unable to reply, chest about to explode, I slid one hand over her belly, to 
the thick blonde wedge that began at her ass-hole, grew upward and flared, 
V-shaped, and covered her lower abdomen with fine silky coils. My fingers 
found her hot gash, probed. Her legs scissored open. Sobbing, out of my 
head, happy and crazy and disbelieving, I drove two fingers and a thumb into 
her gaped-open cunt. Her clitoris was enormous; a fat little hard-on, the 
tip protruding at the top of the lips of her vulva, three times as big as 
any I'd previously encountered. I took it between thumb and forefinger, 
squeezed. 

Mom tore her moist lips from mine. "Johnny, don ... ahhummmmm! You ... 
you're making me come ... mmmmmm!" 

Incredulous that she should be having an orgasm so soon, thinking I'd make 
her come fifty times with the cream in my nuts, I threw my legs onto the 
cushions and scrambled over her round belly. Propping my weight on arms 
outstretched on either side of her, I positioned myself, looked down. I 
almost came myself when I saw the overhead view of her gaped open legs, 
knees raised, the black garter belt pulled tight, the stockings digging into 
her thighs, pussy ready and waiting to take eight hard inches Of cock. , 
"Hurry, Johnny. Fuck Mummy, sweetheart. Fuck!" Mom guided the head of my 
prick through the soft blonde coils. Her hips came off the cushion. "It's so 
big, lover. No more mini-peg. No more ... ahhhhhhhhhh!" 

"Manomanomano!" A spasm passed through my body, a hot chill, as I felt the 
slippery lips of her cunt close on my dick. I thrust ... watched it 
disappear into her taut belly. I thrust again, fell with my weight on her, 
reached under, gripped her jiggling buttocks, and buried my meat to the hilt 
in her white blonde and pink-lipped pussy. 

Mom squealed. Her feet beat a frantic pitter-patter on the sofa. I felt her 
hands at my hips, my buttocks. Her middle finger sought my ass-hole, 
burrowed in. 

"Mom wha...? " 

"Shhh, baby. Momma knows best." 

"J-J-Jee-sus!" I ground the roots of my cock into her bush as the finger 
burrowed higher and higher up my sensitive ass-hole. Wow! I thought. Mom was 
full of surprises! 

"Now fuck, sugar baby love. Put ... ummm! Put a finger up my ass-hole, too. 
Hurry! Momma's ready to ... ohhhhhhhhh! I ... OW! OWWWWWWWWW! Momma's ready 
to come again." 

I twisted my finger all the way up to the knuckle in her rectum. She was 
tighter back there than Daphne, than anyone. And now, with my cock planted 
firmly in her wet slit, bloated balls slapping her satiny buttocks, her 
sheath, too, was tighter than I'd expected. I could feel the feathery little 
inner cunt muscles sponging the length of my joint. "Momma, I ... oh 
fucking-mother-fucker! Don't wiggle your finger up there. OH! All! I ... I 
... AHHHHHHHHH!" 

"Shoot it all, Johnny love." Mom worked her tight pussy. She continued to 
wiggle the finger high in my rectum, tickling my prostate, forcing spurt 
after spurt of hot sticky cum up from my nuts. 

Then suddenly there was no more cum ... only the exquisite sensation of 
coming and a hard-on like none I'd ever before experienced. My cock swelled 
to unbelievable proportions inside her sheath. The glans tingled. I gripped 
her ass, pulled back, plowed. "AHHHHH!" 

"See, baby?" Mom popped her finger from my reluctant ass-hole. Her beautiful 
long legs stole up my back, locked. "Now we can fuck all night. It's an 
Oriental trick. Something ... something your father taught me. Now your 
dick'll stay hard, but you won't come again for at least an hour." 

I believed her. I lunged, and each time my cock seemed to grow and flashes 
of orgasmic light fluttered before my eyes. I thought back ... to the times 
Pop was home on leave and how I and Daphne had listened. Now I knew how Pop 
had been able to fuck all day and all night, never stopping, it seemed. 

But now I knew something more important, too. I'd always suspected Mom was a 
hot piece. But never, not in my wildest dreams, had I anticipated 
aggressiveness. She was moving like crazy. The way she was grinding, 
shifting her lovely big ass from side to side beneath my pistoning shaft, I 
didn't have to do a thing. She was doing the fucking. 

"You're good, Mom. The best fuck ever." 

"Wait, baby." Suddenly Mom rolled, placing me on the bottom, legs still 
tight around my waist. She sat ... pulling me to a sitting position, too. 
She hugged me to her enormous breasts. "This way's even better," she 
breathed against the top of my head. "Suck my nipples awhile. I know 
fifty-two positions, Johnny. All different. All good. I'll teach you." 

"F-f-fifty-two ways? Tonight?" 

"Ummm!" 

"Wow! Merry Christmas, Mom." 

"Merry ... OWWW! Fuck me, baby love. Fuck me Merry Christmas and Happy New 
Year." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

New Year's Day found me in a stupor. Half asleep, cock sore from sucking 
most of the night, I lay in bed and stared at my concentration point: a 
crack in the cove molding at the ceiling. How many guys my age, I wondered, 
had a thirteen-year-old minx and a thirty-three-year-old blonde goddess to 
put out for them any time, any place they chose? Not many, I supposed. None 
of my friends, I knew for sure. But then none of my friends had a mother 
like mine, nor a sister-although some had sisters; pests who got in the way 
mostly-like sweet little Daphne. 

It seemed too good to last. And there was trouble brewing, I mused. It hung 
over our six-room residential home like an ominous storm-cloud. Mom had said 
nothing to Sis about the thing in the kitchen, but often, when we were 
alone, petting or bathing in the warm afterglow of sex, she questioned me. 
Was I still fucking Sis, she always wanted to know. How many times had we 
done it? Was Sis better than...? 

But no one was better than Mom. No one ever! I always assured her. And I had 
stopped screwing Daphne after the time in the kitchen, I always said ... 
though it wasn't true. I couldn't stop fucking Daphne ... no more than I 
could stop loving, fucking, sucking, the fat white-blonde pussy both me and 
Daphne had entered the world from. 

And Daphne, too, was becoming troublesome. For although she had no actually 
proof, had never actually caught me and Mom doing the thing, she was 
suspicious. She, like Mom, asked questions. To her, I denied plowing Mom. To 
Mom, I denied plowing Sis. To myself ... well, to me it was unimportant. I 
loved them both, wanted both. And I was hoping they'd learn to accept things 
as they were. 

As I lay in bed thinking, evaluating the previous weeks and making plans for 
the New Year, Daphne, wearing the cutest pink shortie pajamas, the ones I'd 
given her for Christmas, entered the room. She was barefoot; long hair 
mussed from sleep. Bright-eyed, and, I suspected, bushy-tailed; she grinned, 
and piped, "Happy New Year, Johnny." 

I glanced at the radio clock on the bedside table. Nine-thirtyish. I looked 
back to Daphne. She cocked her small head, apparently waiting for me to say 
something. I could see her pointed tits through the flimsy pajama top. I 
remembered now ... I'd bought the pajamas before the first time we banged 
... setting her up for the fucking she'd gotten beforehand. My gaze dropped 
to her crotch. The pajama bottoms seemed to be made of a thicker, 
nontransparent material down there. But I could detect the mound of her 
pussy and see where the garment dipped into the dip of her gash. I 
experienced a familiar electric-like jolt in my lower abdomen. 

Jeez! After New Year's Eve with Mom! Was I insatiable? I wondered. Lately my 
whole existence seemed to revolve around sex. But it was like that with 
everyone! I reassured myself. Even those who pretended it wasn't! 

I studied Daphne. She stuck her cute tongue out at me. Bright pink. Bright 
pink like the lips of her gash. My cock began to rise, to form a tent, 
beneath the covers. I watched Sis' big blue eye zero in. Christ! I thought 
... just a few months before, little Daphne was a virgin, and now...? 

Knowing Mom was asleep, certain she'd sleep past noon after the fucking I'd 
given her the night before, I scowled. "Happy New Year? Is that the best you 
can do, Sis? Not even a little kiss?" 

Daphne shook her head, tossing her red-blonde tresses far out over each 
shoulder. "Uh-uh! You know darn well what'll happen. Your thing's already 
up." 

"And your titties're hard-the nipples. I can see 'em through the pajamas." 

"So?" 

"So that means you wanna fuck!" I threw back the covers. My half-hard prick, 
like a sapling with a white blanket around its roots, stood up from the fly 
of the jockey shorts. I shook it at Sis. The glans bobbed like the head of a 
snake being charmed by an Indian flutist. 

"Boy!" Quietly, Sis closed the door, hunched her shoulders when the lock 
clicked. She listened a moment. Again she stuck her pink tongue out at me. 
Holding the hem of the pajama top far out at her sides, playing the little 
girl-because, I supposed, she knew I liked it-she minced to my side of the 
bed. She sat, nibbled her plump lower lip. "Don't you ever get tired?" she 
whispered, tiny hand on my chest and moving lower. "Honest, Johnny, I bet 
you could fuck fifty times a day. I bet nobody ever could fuck as much as 
you." 

I dropped my hand to her little round knee. "We never did what you 
promised," I said, inching up the inside of one soft thigh. Her flesh still 
held the extra warmth that comes with sleep and lingers until the fuzz is 
out of your eyes. Had she pissed yet, I wondered. If she hadn't, her cunt 
would be an oven, I knew. But I had something even better in mind. 

"You never let me fuck your ass-hole," I said in answer to Sis' quizzical 
look. My fingers brushed her crotch, dipped under. She squirmed. "That'd be 
a swell Happy New Year," I added. "Manoman! Lookit how stiff my dick's 
getting just thinking about it." 

"Silly thing!" Daphne landed a stinging, open-handed blow, to the head of my 
cock. 

"You little fuck!" I made a grab for her. She squealed and tried to escape 
over the foot of the bed. I latched onto her ankle. She fell onto her belly 
and giggled hysterically as I pulled her back across the twisted blankets 
and sheets. 

Before Sis could turn over, onto her back, I fell with my hard joint between 
the back of her thighs. "Fresh little bitch!" I growled against her ear, 
hands busy with the pajama bottoms. "See how much you giggle when I get this 
in you." I drove my cock brutally into her pussy ... pajamas and all. 

Daphne gasped. Closing her sweet little legs on my prick, she tried to bend 
it. But by now it was too stiff to bend. And as I got the pajama bottoms off 
her hips, baring her hot velvet buttocks, I pulled free, and, taking hold of 
the shaft of my dick, set the glans firmly, ready to drive, in the peach 
fuzz at the tight mouth of her rectum. 

In the same voice I'd heard the day when I'd found her sleeping and rammed 
my eight inches up her pussy, Sis said, "No, Johnny. I ... I'm too ... too 
little back there." 

"You promised, Daph. Now hold still and lemme do it." 

"NO-OW!" 

She tried to twist away. I held her hips. "It'll go in easier if you help," 
I told her. "Like the first time we fucked. 'Member? You were scared 
shitless then, too. But once you got a taste of dick in your belly-WOW! 
Before, you said you liked fucking. Christ! Mom's the only one who,---likes 
fucking better than you." 

Wide-eyed, craning her neck, Daphne looked back at me. "I knew it! I knew 
it!" she yelped. "I knew it for sure last night when I came in here to let 
you do me, an ... an ... an you were gone and Mummy's door was locked. You 
... you ... oh!" 

Now I'd done it! I thought ... let the cat, Mother's pussy, out of the bag. 
I hadn't meant to. But with the tip of my dick embedded between the tender 
halves of Sis' adorable ass, so close to penetration, the only thing on my 
mind was getting it in ... feeling the tight sphincters give ... watching 
her creamy cheeks rub together once it got good. 

Huge tears sprang into Daphne's eyes. She chewed her lip, and looked back at 
me as if I'd been caught molesting the next door neighbor's baby. 

Fuck it! I decided; it had to happen sooner or later, and now, now that Sis 
knew for sure, I had one less lie to remember. "Mom's outasight," I told 
her, thinking perhaps, if it was jealousy I saw in her eyes-the thing I saw 
in Mom's eyes when she spoke about Daphne-I could use one to get what I 
wanted from the other. For although Mom was good, the best piece ever, she'd 
refused to give me a blow job. And although Sis was sweet, a good lay, and 
had gone down on my knob twice since the first time, she now was refusing me 
ass-hole. "Mom lets me stick it anywhere I want," I prodded. "In her ass ... 
between her titties ... anywhere! Just last night-WOW! I fucked her three 
different places." 

"B-b-back there?" squeaked Daphne. Her hot little ass-hole tightened. Her 
buttocks-mounds of jiggly whipped cream-trembled provocatively. 

"You bet! Christ! What a fuckin' ass-hole she's got, too. Even tighter than 
yours, Daph. But my dick went in nice and easy once the head was planted. It 
wasn't the first time, either. The night she caught us in the kitchen, 
Christmas Eve, the first time she let me stick my hard-on up her pussy ... 
manoman! That was better yet! You should've seen it, Sis. Talk about being 
scared! Mom never had her ass reamed ... not by Pop, not by nobody. I was 
the first. Man! like that first time I banged you! When I made her roll 
over, on her belly, on the sofa ... like-" I paused to run my hands lovingly 
over her bottom, move my cock aside and finger her reluctant little pink 
anus-"just like this, babe. Jesus! You should've been there! Mom was even 
more frightened than you were the first time I forced the head of my prick 
up your virgin pussy." 

"H-honest, Johnny? Was ... was she really s-scared?" Daphne's perfect little 
pink and white legs opened slightly. Her ass-hole opened some, too. She 
rested her flushed cheek on the sheet ... watched me from the corner of one 
big blue eye. 

"Scareder than that," I said with assurance. "Scareder than you are now." 

Daphne sniffled. "I ... I know I ... I'm too tiny back there, Johnny. I ... 
I just know it!" 

God! She's a pretty little thing! I thought. I twisted my stink-finger 
gently up her shitter, to the first joint. She opened slightly more. The 
second knuckle disappeared. I tickled the membrane, the tissue-thin wall 
between rectum and vagina. 

"Oh, John-neee." 

"Mom was so fucking scared," I continued, working the pajama bottoms down 
her legs and using my foot to push them off her ankles, "I thought sure she 
was going to wake you with her hollering. She even fought me at first, Daph. 
Man! Sort of wrestling ... like me and you used to do. We were all over the 
sectional ... pushing the sections apart ... half off, half on. Her cunt was 
still wet from fucking and she tried to make me put my hard dick back up 
there. 'Not in my ass, Johnny,' she pleaded. 'Anywhere else you want. 
Anywhere!' But we'd been fucking and sucking all night, every which way, and 
alls I wanted was some of that big fat ass." 

I paused again, having difficulty getting the jockey shorts off over my rod. 
I finally tore them, pushed what was left down my legs, and kicked them off. 
Now there was nothing except the flimsy pajama top between Daphne's bare 
flesh and mine. But I didn't care about that. The part I wanted, her throw 
pillow ass, the tight pocket deep at the bottom of her crack, was bare and 
almost ready to be reamed. 

Still finger-fucking her anus, I rubbed the glans of my tool in the wet lips 
of her cunt. It worked! Daphne's little legs shot open. 

"Oh, do me, Johnny. Fuck my pussy." 

"Mom was so mother fucking scared of having her tight shitter screwed," I 
said, popping my finger from her rectum, "that when I did this-" I replaced 
the thing in her cunt with my shit-smeared stink-finger, and returned the 
blood engorged head of my meat to the target-"she fought so hard, it ... 
ahhhhhhhh! It went all the way ... ohhhhhh!" 

"J-John-neeeeeeeeee!" 

"All ... all the way in by itself, Sis." I thrust, driving the embedded tip 
halfway in. 

But Daphne was making so much noise, thrashing about, whimpering, I thought 
sure she'd wake Mom. I wasn't ready for that yet. So I covered her mouth 
with one hand, finger-fucked her pussy with the other, and let my throbbing 
cock soak. It was so good, so hot and tight and fuckable, I knew, even if it 
never went in another tenth of an inch, I'd eventually get a nut off by 
merely expanding and contracting the glans. 

But Daphne finally stopped struggling. Her hips jerked. For although her 
miniature ass-hole was reluctant still, her clit, the tiny pink derby inside 
her twat, was quivering against my fingers. Love juice from her cunt 
saturated my hand. 

I pressed my lips to her ear, nibbled. "Push up," I told her. "Do like ... 
like Mom did the first time. On your elbows and knees, Daph. So ... ummm! 
Jeez! So I can get the rest up you. One ... ahhh! One good poke! Put your 
ass in the air like Mom did. Sis? Sis baby! Baby-baby!" 

Daphne mumbled something incoherent. She twisted her slender neck ... , 
trying to work her mouth free of my hand. 

"Promise you won't yell?" 

Sis bobbed her head enthusiastically; then, when I relinquished my hold, she 
breathed, "Not all the way, Johnny. Please. I'll ... I'll just die!" 

"Try, baby. I'll go real slow." I abandoned her cunt, placed both hands 
under her belly, and lifted. Her beautiful little ass came off the bed. 
"Daffy baby. Sweet Daffy ... on your knees ... just a little bit more." 

Still whimpering, making small, tantalizing noises deep in her throat-noises 
like Mom made when we fucked-Sis did as I directed. Her buttocks rose high, 
forcing me onto my knees close behind her. 

"Now lean all your weight forward," I told her. I took firm hold on her 
hips, prepared to lunge at the first sign of relaxation from the stubborn 
sphincters guarding her rectum from cock invasion. 

Tentatively, Daphne wiggled her up-thrust bottom. "It ... it's too big, 
Johnny. It ... it feels like something's ripping back there. Take it out. 
PLEEZE. Do my pussy now. I ... I'll let you d-do me there next time." 

It was hard to resist the minx's plea. But it was now or never, I knew. For 
if I retreated now, allowed her ass-hole to go unreamed, she'd say the same 
thing next time. And next time! 

Pulling back, until only the glans remained embedded, I thrust with all the 
force in my hips. 

"OWAHJOHNNEEEEEE!" 

I repeated the maneuver ... pulling back and lunging ... holding her firmly 
at the waist ... planting meat, stiff dick, until my coarse black pubic hair 
lay flush with the tender white flesh of her ass. Gasping, coming, unable to 
stop myself, I fell onto her back, sticky semen racing up from my tight 
balls, wiggling its way up from the tortured roots of my cock, blasting from 
the glans, filling the depths of Sis' delectable rectum with buckets and 
buckets of hot cum. 

We rested a moment. Then, hands and forearms spread wide, rump up, like a 
playful puppy, Daphne whispered, "Is ... is it all the way in, Johnny?" 

I laughed. It came out in spurts, like my cum. I glanced toward the big 
dresser mirror to my left, against the wall beside the door. I could see our 
reflections; see that Sis had her eyes tightly closed. I pulled back ... 
dick only slightly less hard than before I shot off. I watched the 
shit-smeared cylinder slid easily in, out. It was something to watch; almost 
as if there were two adorable Daphne's-one in the mirror, a side view, the 
other bent almost double before me-and my prick, the insatiable thing with 
bloated blue veins and a torpedo-shaped head, was reaming both, but at 
different angles. 

"Does it still hurt?" I asked. 

"Uh-uh." 

"Feel good?" 

"UMMMMMMMM!" 

"How good, Daph?" 

"Gooder ... gooder than anything." 

I began to stoke gently, enjoying the slippery feel of my cock gliding 
easily in and out of the sweet little ass-hole Daphne had thought too small 
to accommodate my eight inches. I felt a feathery touch, barely a whisper of 
fingers, beneath my scrotum. It was Sis' hand. She had reached back and 
under between her spread legs and was fondling my cubes. I repaid the 
compliment by digging three fingers wedged together into her hot wet cunt. 

"Owww! Don't stop, Johnny. Fuck my ass out good. All ... ohhh! All the way 
up. I ... UMMMMMM! It's so good now. So ... ahah! So nice an big an fat an 
... OWWWW! Gooder than anythingggggggggg.'" 

She didn't have to tell me. I knew by the way her ass was moving, grinding 
her tightness onto my shaft, round and round, hips working feverishly, that 
the pain was gone and there was nothing left except the giddy sensations I 
was experiencing. Did a girl-Sis? Mom? Little hairless-pussied Marie down 
the street?-get as much pleasure from fucking as a boy did? I suddenly 
wondered. I doubted it! A girl could in no way experience anything 
comparable to busting a tight cherry; the fantastic thrill, the triumph, of 
making someone say, "Stop! It's too big!" 

I planted my joint to the roots, held, let Sis wiggle her hot cheeks against 
cock hair. She was an all-around doll, I decided. I was indeed a lucky guy 
to have her and Mom. And now I wondered how it would be to have both in the 
same bed ... fucking one ... sucking and finger-fucking the other. Man! The 
mere thought knocked me out! And mirrors. like the glass to my left. Then 
there'd be four of them; two for me to watch, two to work on. I was getting 
sort of kinky about sex, I supposed. Now, instead of counting sheep, I 
counted hot little hairy holes jumping hurdles. I supposed Mother had lots 
to do with that. Fifty-two positions ... and variations that were making me 
double-jointed. Best of all though, I hadn't even begun to try them on 
Daphne. 

"Lay flat, Daph. On your belly." 

"Oh...! " Sis complied so swiftly, my shit-caked tool almost slipped from 
her ass-hole. 

"Dumb thing!" she squawked. "Put it all back, Johnny. All of it." 

"Jeez! You're like a jellyfish. Stop bouncing for a minute." I rolled, 
placing her on top, gorgeous gaped open legs on either side of mine. 
Slipping both hands over her belly, I gripped her soft upper thighs, spread. 
Then I sat up, Sis in my lap-cock planted so high in her ass, I could feel 
her rapid heartbeats. 

"Oh, Johnny. I ... oh ... oh!" 

"Shhh! You're making too much fuckin' noise!" 

"I ... I can't help it. It ... OHHHHHHH! Do it, Johnny. UMMMMMMMMM! I ... I 
... OWWWWWWW! More! M-M-UMMM! Make me come. P-put your fingers up my pussy. 
Do me both places at once. Feel ... Ahumm! Feel my titties, too. Everything. 
All at once. Fuck mee!" 

Through the red haze of lust clouding my brain, I heard a faint click. The 
door! I saw the knob turning in slow motion, it seemed. But I was again 
approaching orgasm, and couldn't have stopped if the F.B.I., C.I.A., Nixon, 
and Agnew walked in. Arms locked around Daphne, humping my meat up into her 
for all I was worth, I watched the door swing open. 

"Johnny ... s-stop!" hissed Sis. 

But it was already too late. Mom, spare key in hand, gray-green eyes ablaze, 
lips a tremble, stood in the doorway. She was beautiful ... housecoat open 
to mid-thigh ... a hint of shadow above ... big tits parting the garment 
above the belt pinching her slim waist. 

What a fucking day! I thought, eyeing Mom's lush woman thighs. Caught twice! 
Now what? 

"So this is what's been going on behind my back," yelled Mom. 

"It ... it's the first time," protested Daphne. 

"Horseshit!" I bellowed, still humping Sis' hot ass, but imagining my face 
in the delicious white-blonde pussy between Mother's long lovely legs. I 
lifted Daphne's pajama top, kneaded her hard little boobs. I shimmied my ass 
to the edge of the bed, dropped my legs. I lay back ... taking Sis with me. 
Now Mom could see my stiff dick, I knew. I pistoned it into Sis ... ignoring 
her pleas ... unmindful of everything except the hot load inching up from my 
nuts. 

"Oh, my God," wailed Mom as the semen leaped from my pistoning cock. 

I ignored her, continuing to stoke, dipping deep, cum oozing from Sis' tight 
ass-hole with each poke. What the fuck! I thought ... pitting one against 
the other had worked well with Daphne! And now there were no more secrets to 
keep, no more pretenses. 

I watched Mom ... watched her exquisite breasts heave faster and faster. Was 
she coming, I wondered. Getting a nut from watching us? I saw her hand drop 
to the opening below the belted housecoat, creep under. 

Christ! I thought, driving my joint as high as it would go in Sis' 
delectable rectum. It was working! Perhaps now, after I shot off at least 
once more in Sis' cock engorged shitter, Mom would give me the blow job I'd 
always wanted. Perhaps, too, now that both cats were out of the bag, as I'd 
speculated earlier, I'd get them both of them, both juicy cunts, both asses, 
four tits, in one bed. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Things worked out differently than I expected. Instead of getting my blow 
job, and getting Mom and Sis in the same bed, Mom used her superior 
position, her parenthood, to keep me, my cock, to herself. 

To get her out of the way, Sis was sent to Grandma's place for the rest of 
the holiday. But worse, in Daphne's absence, with the singleness of purpose 
of a military tactician-a personality trait acquired from Pop, I suppose-Mom 
rearranged the entire house. Where before Sis' bedroom was adjacent to mine, 
making our nightly trysts a simple affair, she now was made to sleep in the 
small room off the living room, at the opposite end of the house. And 
Mother, who, the day Daphne returned, had threatened all kinds of hell if 
she caught us fucking again, stationed herself in Sis' room, left the door 
open at night, and, as if watching "the front" for enemy infiltration, kept 
a hawk's eye on the foyer outside my door. 

I didn't think I'd ever understand women ... Mom, in particular. The old 
incest thing was back in her head, I knew. But now it was directed at me and 
Sis. Mom no longer saw anything wrong with opening her legs for me. She was 
a grown woman, she said ... knew her own mind and like that. But Daphne? 
Christ no! Daphne, notwithstanding the fact she was the second best lay 
ever, was merely a child! Thirteen! My kid sister, yet! Daphne might get 
pregnant, might have a baby with three heads or something, Mom always said. 
She knew all the cliches, Mom did ... mostly religious stuff ... the Thou 
shalt-nots which had kept my dick out of her luscious white-blonde pussy for 
years. 

Again I decided to bide my time. There was no mistaking the lust in Mom's 
eyes, the hand movement beneath the housecoat, the day she caught me fucking 
Sis' sweet ass-hole. And I was certain, in time, if I played my cards just 
right, she'd see things my way. 

It was weeks later, on a day I cut afternoon classes because my joint was so 
hard I had to get it into something hot or go nuts, that Mom showed the 
first signs of coming around. She was dusting when I came in ... bent over 
the coffee table ... skintight hip-huggers hugging the deep crack up her 
ass. 

I paused in the entrance hall ... watching the halves of her lush ass rub 
together ... remembering the night I'd come in to find her crying and first 
felt the satin softness of her behind. Lots had happened in the few months 
between. Now I knew every inch of her beautiful body, knew exactly what 
turned her on, what she liked best, where to touch to make her come before 
my dick was anywhere near her tight pussy. And she, too, had discovered 
every idiosyncrasy of my body, knew how to gyrate her pelvis, work her cunt 
muscles, her ass, to keep my rod up even after I'd come half a dozen times. 
Whatever else was wrong between us-a-bout Daphne, I mean-fucking was still 
the absolute greatest. 

Silently, envisioning her white ass naked and bent over like that, I crossed 
the living room. I stopped close behind her. "Guess what that is," I said, 
rubbing the bulge in my pants up and down the seam of the hip-huggers. 

"Wha...? " Mom jumped. Abruptly she turned, straightened, clutched her left 
breast. "My God, Johnny. You ... you scared the life out of me." 

"Lemme do that," I offered, covering her boob with one hand, and using the 
other arm to pull her tight against me. Mom was just the right height, I 
thought. In flats, the top of her head was even with my brow, and 
everything-tits, cunt, succulent lips-were perfectly situated. I pressed my 
aching cock into her crotch. 

"What ... what're you doing home so early?" asked Mom, a frown marring her 
lovely features. 

"Played hooky." I kissed her neck ... buried my lips in the little 
indentation where neck and shoulder meet. I moved my hips ... grinding my 
hardness into the springy mound at the crotch of the hip-huggers. 

"Johnny, stop. The ... the blinds're up." 

"Fuck the blinds!" 

"You ... you're getting fresh. I ... I'm still your mother, you know." 

"Man! Do I ever know! That's what makes it so good." 

"Then listen to me and stop." Mom tried to pull away. She pressed her hands 
to my chest, and moved so the bulge in my pants leg no longer sat between 
her full thighs. "I have housework to do," she added. "I ... I can't spend 
all my time with this-" she grabbed the thing in my pants leg, squeezed-"in 
my belly. Now be good. Maybe later we'll...." 

"Fuck all that later shit," I growled, undoing the pearl buttons down the 
front of her tapered blouse. "Daphne never says later. Her cunt's always 
ready for cock. Before you caught us, made us stop, she used to give me some 
every night. Pussy! Asshole! Even ... even blow jobs when I wanted." I 
shoved my hand inside the open blouse, kneaded one braless tit. The nipple, 
like a rubber thimble, sprang to life, "Man!" I continued, switching from 
left, to right boob, "Sis gives the best knob job ever. All the way in ... 
eight inches ... down her little throat almost. And talk about suck! 
Manoman! I never saw anyone who---likes sucking dick like she does." Opening 
the blouse wide, running my fingertips along the creamy underside of her 
fabulous melons, the way I knew she liked best, I watched the jealousy 
darken Mom's gray-green eyes. 

Finally, after studying me for a moment, allowing me to position my rigid 
prick against her pussy once more, Mom said, "What could little Daphne 
possibly know about pleasing a boy like you? Why, when I was her age, years 
before I met your father, all I knew was boys had something hard in their 
pants that spit inside me. The boys thought I was good, too. But I didn't 
know the first thing about fucking. Real fucking, that is. The kind of 
fucking we do, baby-love." She stopped trying to push away. Her arms stole 
around my neck and her hips matched the pressure I was applying with mine. 

"Jesus! Your pussy feels extra good today, Mom. Man! I ... I'm so fucking 
hot!" My fingers found the zipper at the waist of the hip-huggers. It opened 
easily ... as if greased. My hand dove inside ... cupped one hot half-moon 
of ass-flesh. 

Mom sighed. "I ... I was just about little Daphne's age when a boy took my 
cherry," she said in a soft, whimsical voice. "We did it standing up ... 
like this, Johnny. Ummm! Only in a hallway ... on the way home from a 
movie." 

I pushed the hip-huggers down her thighs; watched them slither slowly to the 
floor, and marveled anew at sight of the thick white-blonde wedge showing 
through the nylon panties. Mom had more silky hair on her cunt than any two 
pussies I knew of. "Take out my cock," I whispered. "Tell me about the time 
in the doorway. Let's do everything you did then ... in the hallway ... when 
you was cherry." 

Without hesitation, Mom's hand darted to my fly, worked the zipper. "I ... I 
didn't know the first thing about sex," she breathed ... slender fingers 
dipping inside and pants ... coming out with my rigid prick in hand. "He ... 
he asked me to give him a little kiss. 'Just a little one,' he said. 'C'mon. 
All the girls kiss on dates.' Dumb me! He'd been trying to feel me all 
through the show ... my pussy ... my tits. I was big for my age. All the 
boys wanted some. But I was a good girl. And when he said just a little 
good-night kiss, I believed him. I let him lead me inside the hall ... all 
the way in back ... under the stairway ... so no one would see him kissing 
me, he said. Oh! was I dumb! I let him press me back against the wall. He 
was just about your age, Johnny. Only his ... his little hard meat was a 
link sausage compared to yours." Mouth open, she closed her eyes and rubbed 
the glans of my cock in the indentation where the panties were stuck deep in 
the hot wet lips of her pussy. 

"Didn't you fight?" I asked, pushing the panties off her wide hips, wanting 
to fuck her, suck her, and have her eat my dick, all at once. "Daphne fought 
like crazy the first time ... yelling and like that. And Marie down the 
street. Man! She fought even harder than Daphne." 

"Johnny! Marie Neilson?" 

"Yeah man!" 

"But ... but she's younger than Daphne. So tiny, too, I bet she d-doesn't 
even have hair on her mound." 

"All pink. Not one fucking hair. All cunt lips. Manoman!" I drove two 
fingers up her swollen vulva, tickled the slippery inner walls. "But she 
sure can fuck," I added, rapidly stink-fingering her. "Like Sis. Sis is 
almost as good as you. And it made it even better when she fought." 

Mom's fingers fumbled at my belt. The pants fell ... dusting the floor along 
with the hip-huggers. My jockey shorts followed. Taking my hairy balls in 
the cool palm of her hand, in a voice thick with passion, Mom said, "I 
fought, too. The first time. I let him kiss me ... under the stairs ... in 
the hallway. But it wasn't a little kiss, like he said. It lasted a long 
time and was hot, and his tongue all the time trying to get inside my mouth. 
I'd never been tongue-kissed before. And when he did pry my lips open-in and 
out, in and out, as if his tongue was fucking my face-it made me so dizzy, 
drunk-like, I didn't even feel his hands under my skirt. When I finally 
realized what was happening, what he was doing to me, both hands were under 
my panties ... one finger up each virgin hole." 

"Christ! I wish it was me, Mom. I ... I wish I could've gotten your cherry. 
Man!" I dug between the lovely, quivering cheeks of her ass and twisted my 
middle finger into her tight rectum. 

Mom moaned. Her hips moved slowly, lazily ... both holes nipping my embedded 
fingers. "He ... he took his little dick out," she went on. "An ... and 
before I knew what was happening, he'd moved the panties aside and had the 
glans wedged between the lips of my pussy. Oh! Oh God!" She nested her 
beautiful blonde head, long hair loose, covering her face, on my shoulder. 

"Like this, Mom? " I withdrew my fingers and set the head of my dick, her 
hand still wrapped around the roots, fondling the underside, my cubes, at 
the open mouth of her wonderful cunt. The outer lips opened wider and closed 
like quicksand swallowing a cylindrical victim. 

"Yes! Oh yes, Johnny-love. Just like that. I ... I tried to make him stop 
... yelled and struggled. But it did me no good. He kept humping ... humping 
it all into me ... driving good hot meat up my belly until I felt the 
maidenhead give, and every inch of his penis was buried. 'Now screw!' he 
told me. 'Move your pussy on my thing. You ... you're not cherry anymore.' 
OH! OH, JOHNNY BABYLOVE." 

I could imagine Mom as a girl Daphne's age, standing up in the dark hallway, 
and somebody, somebody I didn't know but who I imagined I was, driving a 
stiff joint into her white-blonde virgin hole. I pushed her hand away from 
my shaft, gripped both halves of her ass, and, with one mighty thrust, the 
picture vivid in my mind, planted the length of my hardness in the place 
which no longer was virgin, but was good and hot and tight and capable of 
doing muscle tricks no other cunt in the world could perform. 

"Babyluuuv!" Mom stepped out of the hip-huggers and panties at her ankles. 
She raised one smooth knee, rubbed her fleshy upper thigh along the outside 
of my leg. "OHHHHHHHH! So good, lover. Baby lover. He ... he m-made me p-put 
my legs around his waist. All the way up, sugar. So ... so he could get more 
meat up me. 

"Mommaaaaaa!" I, too, stepped out of the pants and shorts at my ankles. I 
had to have her that way; propped against a wall, any wall, heavy woman 
thighs wrapped tight around my waist. I didn't have to tell Mom, either. 
With my stiff cock in her round belly, my arms around her, hers around me, 
she backed around the coffee table, around the arm of the sectional 
sofa-almost tripping us over the stepped-end table-to the wall beside the 
mantel where Pop's medal stood in its white leather case. 

Again Mom raised one knee. "Hold my ass, Johnny, until I get up. OWWW! 
Hurry, love. Quick!" 

I did like she said; dug my fingers in the hot crack of her soft ass and 
supported her weight as both legs came up and locked around my middle. I 
gasped, hunched my shoulders. I thought sure I'd die from the delicious 
feeling. With her long legs up, buttocks tilted downward, I could feel her 
ass-hole winking against my sacs, and her cunt, her magnificent wet vulva, 
open wider than I'd ever felt it open before. I pressed her back to the 
wall, held my throbbing dick planted to the roots, closed my eyes, and 
savored the fiery warmth of her tight upper sheath. 

"Ummmmmmmmm! Am I too heavy, son?" 

"Man, no!" 

"Good like this, baby?" 

I suddenly recalled what Daphne, sweet little Daphne, had said when I got 
the length of my stiff dick up her cute ass-hole. "Gooder than anything," I 
said. 

Mom giggled girlishly. "Well, then fuck Mummy, lover. Don't be gentle. I ... 
Ummm! UMMM! I want you to fuck Mummy rough. Rough as you can. Put ... OWW! 
That's the way, Johnnylove. Put a finger ... no! Put two fingers up Mummy's 
rectum. Yes! Ummm! Keep fucking like that, dear. Hold real tight to Mummy's 
ass and she'll do most of the work." 

I held tight. I rammed my first two fingers up her gaped open ass-hole, 
gripped the twin halves of her bottom, and humped. But Mother was right ... 
she was doing most of the work. Her sopping wet cunt made loud sloshing 
noises as she moved it up and down and around and around the length of my 
shaft. Her silky blonde wedge mashed itself against my wiry cock hair. And 
her breasts, her big-nippled pink and white cantaloupes, the blouse hanging 
open on either side, jiggled furiously as she strained to take even more of 
my dick in her belly. 

I suddenly had a strange thought. I wanted a cherry-topped sundae. Two dips 
of vanilla ice cream. like Mom's boobs. I could almost taste the cold creamy 
stuff. But it quickly turned hot, cottonish, in my mouth. Mom's tantalizing 
wet pussy, her sloppy love hole-sloppy in the gooey, juicy way every man 
wants a pussy sloppy-was siphoning another kind of cream up from my scrotum. 
I hunched my shoulders lower ... bit one of the taut pink peaks dancing to 
the rhythm of our gyrating hips. Mom squealed pain. "You said rough," I told 
her. 

"Yes, luv. Rough. Rougher!" 

Pounding my dick so hard and high into her gash that my nuts slapped loudly 
against the underside of her ass with' each jab, I bit the other jiggling, 
jouncing, puckered pink peak. 

"OWWWWOhhhhhh! More, Johnnylove. Hurt me! Make ... Ummmmmmmmm! Make Mummy 
yell. Fuck it all the way into me, son. 

Yes! You ... AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You know what Mummy---likes, 
sweetheart. Do it. Hard!" 

I indeed knew what she liked. Mom, too, it seemed, was becoming kinky about 
sex. Lately, since catching me and Daphne, she asked more and more to be 
hurt. Was it a psychological punishment thing? I wondered. A holdover from 
the dumb incest thing? I didn't know for sure. But where at first it had 
been, "Johnnylove ... kiss my pussy ... lap Mummy ... suck my titties," Mom 
now asked for the kinky stuff. But it made little difference to me. Anything 
that turned her on set a match to my rockets, too. So I bit down on her 
nipple so hard I thought sure it would bleed. And I humped with all my 
might. And I reamed her ass-hole with two rough fingers and thought, Christ! 
If I could somehow get her to kick the rest of her hang-ups-like about me 
and Sis fucking, and what I suspected was making her demand pleasure-pain 
instead of pure pleasure-I'd be the luckiest, fuckingest, suckingest 
fifteen-year-old stud in the world! 

"Now, Johnny," cried Mom. She dug her long fingernails through my shirt and 
into my back. Her legs rose even higher on my waist, squeezed. "Come with 
me, honey. Shoot ... OWWWWW! Shoot off quick. I ... OWAHHM! I want ... 
UMMMMMM! To feel you popping off with ... ow! OW! With MEEEE!" 

"Hold on just ... yeah man! Another second, Mom! Yeah! YEAH!" I pulled back, 
glanced down and watched the lips of her cunt breathe on the tip of my 
slippery wet cock. I held it there, at the lips, despite her effort to take 
it back inside. I held until I felt the hot cum inching toward the aperture 
in the glans. Then I thrust deep. 

"Johnny. OH, LOVER! OWWWWWWWW!" 

I joined her in a triumphant yell. I ground the roots of my sex into her 
dripping vulva, mashing hair against hair, and, burying my face in the niche 
at the base of her neck, expanded and contracted spurts of semen at the top 
of her vagina. My knees gave. We almost fell. I let go of one half of her 
ass and gripped the mantel for balance. I gasped ... sucking a hickey into 
the unblemished flesh of her neck as I fucked my cum into her. 

We rested a moment ... lazily grinding off the last drops. Then Mon's legs 
dropped, one at a time, from my waist. She kissed me; a long, searching, 
passionate joining of lips. Her slender fingers played in my cock hair, 
twisting curls in the wiry stuff which was as different from the down of her 
bush as the softness of her inner cunt was from the hardness it held in its 
feathery grip. 

"Are we done, lover?" she cooed at last. 

"I've still got my shoes, socks, and shirt on," I replied, grinning and 
hefting the cheeks of her ass. 

"Is that significant?" 

"Sure! Who ever heard of fucking with shoes on?" This time I kissed her ... 
sucking the sweet breath from her soft, open mouth. She tightened her belly, 
causing little waves of pleasure to dance along the length of my cock. I 
steered her away from the wall-the way we'd come, my dick still snug in her 
sheath. Again she backed across the room. I laughed, breaking the kiss. "You 
walk like a duck," I said in answer to the quizzical look in her sleepy 
eyes. 

Mom smiled. She pinched my ass. "On the sofa?" 

"Let's do something different," I offered, eyeing her lovely, moist, parted 
lips. I could almost feel the head of my dick forcing its way past her sharp 
teeth ... sliding deep on her tongue. 

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking.... 

I backed her against the sofa. We fell, me between her widespread legs, onto 
the cushions. My cock popped out wet from her twat. Now I remembered how Mom 
protested, but let me feel her, and, as I got the panties off, became the 
aggressor. And Daphne and little Marie. They, too, had protested the first 
time we fucked and every time we tried something new. I was beginning to 
suspect it was natural, no matter how much they wanted it, for a woman to 
protest. It was better that way; sexier, I decided. 

Again I kissed Mom, drove the tip of my joint into the fuzz at the tiny 
brown slit below the pouting lips of her cunt. She liked that, I knew. I 
could feel her thighs quiver and open wider. She raised her knees ... one 
leg atop the backrest ... making her ass-hole more accessible. I planted the 
head of my prick ... shafted halfway ... pulled out. She sobbed ... tiny 
brown slit searching for my escaped meat. I moved the glans to the mouth of 
her fiery pussy. With one brutal thrust, ripping a moan from her throat, I 
drove the entire length up her gash. Her cunt muscles gripped me. Again I 
pulled back ... slowly withdrawing from her sheath. Again I planted the head 
of my dick in the mouth of her nipping rectum. 

I continued to alternate from hole to hole-sucking her tongue, kneading her 
breasts, pinching the nipples!-until Mom was so fucking worked up, so 
anxious for another hot load of cum, I knew she'd do anything I asked. I 
abandoned her lips, covered one rubbery nipple with my mouth. I sucked and 
nibbled. I rubbed the head of my cock on her clit, in soft pussy hair, along 
the even softer flesh of her inner thighs. While she panted, both holes 
open, trying to take my shaft, I kissed down her belly, her bush. I smelted 
her ... drank deep of the rich ready fragrance of her cunt. 

"Eat me, Johnny," Mom pleaded. 

I blew in her snatch, ran my tongue down one pink cunt lip, up the other. 

"Suck it, baby love. Lap Mummy." 

I kissed her ass-hole; flicked my tongue at the blood-engorged sphincters. 

I had her for sure, I knew. The juice was spewing from her cunt like water 
from a drippy faucet. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were tightly closed. 
But her mouth, the only hole my dick hadn't sampled, hung provocatively 
open. Was she, as I was, I wondered, imagining the feel of my hot hardness 
slipping into her lovely face? 

Kicking off my shoes, flinging my shirt across the room, I turned on the 
sofa. Before she knew what was happening, before she could protest, I threw 
one leg over her beautiful blonde head ... cock standing rigid ... pointing 
down ... the throbbing glans bare inches above her moist pink lips. I saw 
her eyes open, blink surprise. But before she could speak, I covered her fat 
cunt with my mouth ... making her sob and thrash about wildly. The tip of my 
prick brushed her chin. Electricity, the thrill of anticipation, played 
erotic music on the vibes of my spine. Rapidly I finger-fucked her ass-hole, 
sucked. Her ass rose off the cushions ... hips mashing smelly twat in my 
face. I spread the lips of her cunt with my fingers and drove my tongue as 
far up as it would reach. 

Finally, when I saw the familiar tightening of her inner thigh muscles-Mr. 
Orgasm's calling card-I withdrew my mouth from her pussy and said, "Suck me 
off, Mom." 

"Oh, Johnny. OWWWW! Don't stop now. Keep lapping, son. Sonofabitch! Don't 
stoooop! I,. . I ... OHahhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

"Then do me, too. P-put my dick in your sweet mouth." I eased my hips down, 
placing the glans of my prick at the wet part in her glistening lips. 

"No, Johnny. I ... oh! Oh, please!" 

Chewing the hair on her bush, I forced my stiff cock into the part in her 
face. Her teeth stopped me. "Suck it, Mom. Daphne sucks it good. Marie too. 
Open your mouth ... in the shape of a big O like Sis. I'll go real easy ... 
little bit at a time 'til you're used to it. But you gotta gimme a knob job. 
You just gotta!" 

Mom continued to protest and moan ... thrusting her lush pussy up at me. The 
lips of her cunt breathed like a fish out of water. I wanted, almost as much 
as I wanted her to blow me, to burrow my nose in the gaped open pink slit, 
and suck and suck and suck. But I made myself hold back. As with Daphne, 
when I reamed her ass-hole, it was now or never, I knew. And I had to, no 
matter what, no matter how much she protested, get my hard cock in her face 
or lose all hope of ever getting a blow job. 

"Open up!" Taking her clit between thumb and forefinger, I squeezed. Mom 
yelped. Her teeth came apart, and my long, rock-hard prick, still covered 
with juice from her cunt and traces of shit from her ass-hole, slipped 
smoothly into her mouth. "AHHHHHHHHH! That's it, Ma. Take ... take it ... 
ummm! All! Suck! Eat my dick ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Gagging, trying to twist away, Mom took half the cylindrical monster into 
her face. Dry wretches wracked her body. Her tongue batted rapidly-like a 
shivery, raw piece of pink liver-against the thick vein running from my 
crotch to the collar of folded back skin at the neck of the glans. Her hips 
bucked. Her buttocks and heavy upper thighs trembled like custard. 

I gasped and gyrated my ass, trying to get the rest of my joint in her 
mouth. Wrapping my arms around her wide hips, I locked my fingers in the hot 
crack up her behind, spread the cheeks, and began licking first her vulva, 
then her ass-hole. I forced my stiff dick deeper ... three quarters of the 
way into her face. I felt her hands at my waist, trying to lift me off. I 
bore down. "Suck it!" I demanded, humping relentlessly. "Don't fight. Now 
... now your mouth's not cherry anymore, either." 

"Stooop! It'sssss too big!" gurgled Mom. Furiously, the veins standing out 
in her neck and temples, she tried to push me away. She gagged. She 
struggled. "Johnneeeeee!" 

I ignored her entreaties. With less than three inches of meat to go before 
my cock hair was flush with her lovely flushed face, and after waiting so 
long, I wasn't about to quit now. I let go of her ass. Propping myself on 
outstretched arms, so I could see both sopping wet lower holes while 
watching my dick penetrate the third, I drew back, as if I were going to 
take it out of her face; and, as she began to relax, releasing her hold on 
my waist, drove brutally downward. 

"Arrumph!" said Mom. Her eyes opened wide-as if she couldn't believe the 
entire shaft was buried. 

"Jesus! AHHH! Ohmanoman! Suck it, Ma. Suck!" I mashed my wiry cock hair into 
her face, forcing the roots, every last speck of hot dick, into her mouth. 
My labored breathing filled the room. I watched the saliva pour from the 
corners of her small mouth, roll down her round chin. It was a perfect fit. 
Another fraction of an inch in circumference and it would have been 
impossible ... a fraction less and my prick would have sloshed about. As it 
was, her full lower lip pouted sweetly, the upper sort of bowed, and I could 
feel her tonsils wiggling on the fat glans. 

Mom's eyes opened even wider as I withdrew half the length, and slowly, 
gently, so as not to make her gag, shafted it back into the damp warmth of 
her mouth. She blinked. Some of the tension left her body. I was winning! I 
thought ... making her like it! I repeated the strategic maneuver ... 
retreating farther this time, and replanting my cock with more 
determination. Not a peep! Not a gag! Not the slightest sign of a struggle! 
I withdrew and advanced, in-out, in-out ... setting a steady fuck motion, 
and watching her take each jab, each cautious advance, with less 
apprehension. 

Looking from her engorged face, to the juicy pink slit of her cunt, my 
mouth, too, began to water. Her white-blonde bush, and the delectable gate 
to her love hole, glistened wet with sweat and inner-cunt lubricants. The 
lips of her vulva were swollen. Her clit-Man in a boat! I thought. Where had 
I heard that? It was a curious thing to call the rubbery little hard-on 
which protruded at the top of the slit. I bent, setting my tongue to work on 
the helmet-like tip. 

Mom shuddered. Lifting her soft ass, she offered the gorgeous mouth of her 
cunt for sucking. Again I wrapped my arms around her wide hips, spread her 
cheeks, and licked and sucked both delicious holes. Again I felt her hands 
at my waist. But this time she didn't try to lift me, didn't protest. 
Instead, her fingers stole gently over my raised buttocks ... seeking the 
reluctant brown round eye she invariably probed. 

I sobbed as the familiar prod twisted past my sphincters. Mother fucker! I 
thought ... only moments before Mom had been struggling to keep my hard 
prick out of her mouth, and now, with the same urgency she'd displayed the 
first time we fucked there on the sofa, she was tickling my prostate: 
coaxing the semen up from the wrinkled hairy sacs slapping her beautiful 
face. And how she was sucking! The noise was loud in my ears, competing with 
my heartbeats. I could feel her slippery throat muscles or membranes or 
whatever it was caressing my cock, milking the sensitive glans, and pulling 
me toward another orgasm. 

There was no longer any need to be gentle. Burrowing my face deep into her 
gaped open pussy, the crack of her lush ass, I withdrew, and slammed my 
rigid pole into her face. Again Mom gagged and the finger up my tight 
ass-hole hesitated. But as I slammed my meat home again and again, grinding 
coarse pubic hair into her lips each time the head of my joint touched 
bottom, all hesitation disappeared, too. Her long slender finger worked its 
wiles on the organ controlling the sticky stuff in my balls. I yelled into 
her bush ... planted and held my cock to the hilt as the first hot love 
worms whipped their tails up my tool. 

The first gooey spurt sent a tremor through Mom's arched body. Her cunt, 
too, spewed juices over my face. I lapped them up, almost crying, making 
unrecognizable noises, sounds of joy, as the cum continued to geyser from 
the head of my tool. It was fantastic! The best suck off ever! The mere 
thought of Mom-beautiful, stacked: my white-blonde-pussied illicit 
lover-eating my joint was better than any three knob jobs I'd ever had. I 
humped man-meat into her face and sucked her sopping wet pussy. I smelled 
her hot ass-hole and drank the juice from her cunt. I finger-fucked, licked, 
and lapped, and filled her wonderful little mouth to overflowing, with 
wiggly, creamy, microscopic gism worms. 

When the last drops had trickled off, leaving me rigid and anxious for more 
screwing, and Mom, too, had come, I again propped my weight on outstretched 
arms and watched her swollen lips turn inward and out along the length of my 
stoking hard-on. How she was sucking! She had swallowed my semen, gobbled it 
down. Now she was drawing on the glans, sucking from deep within her throat, 
searching for more. Her heavy-lidded eyes were glazed, and her hands, one 
finger high in my rectum still, beat a tantalizing tattoo on my buttocks and 
balls. It was always like this. Once I got Mom going, got her fucking good, 
there was no stopping her. It was as if my stiff cock was an idol, the sofa 
an altar, and Mom, the high priestess, was doing penance. 

"Your teeth're sharp," I told her. 

Mom curled her lips inward over her teeth to shield my pistoning cock. She 
didn't seem to mind that I had stopped eating her pussy. Now she seemed 
wholly engrossed with the hard thing shafting her face. 

I sighed. Moving my hips in a slow, circular motion, fucking my dick in half 
strokes into her mouth, I thought about how strange it was for mothers and 
fathers, even kids, to feel guilty about incest. Fucking Mom, Daphne, now 
seemed the most natural thing. I suddenly wished there were more of us, more 
sisters. I could imagine myself with, say, five minxes like Daphne. An even 
half dozen, counting Mom. 

I suddenly thought about Grandma. Slowly, lazily shafting Mom's face, I 
closed my eyes and envisioned Grandma ... the summer before ... at the beach 
... wearing a bathing suit which barely contained her enormous, low-slung 
breasts. And thighs almost as good, as smooth and tapered, as Mom's. And a 
fat mound of hot cunt at the crotch of the one-piece swim-suit. I had never 
before considered Grandma-Nanny, she liked to be called-as a potential lay. 
Now I recalled the times I and Daphne slept at her place, and, after Grandpa 
died, when I was Sis' age, how she'd held me against her lush body ... just 
as Mom had held me before we began to fuck. There was one hell of a lot of 
good screwing left in Grandma, I now decided. She was eighteen years older 
than Mom, I knew. But she looked to be no more than thirty-five, was blonde 
like Mom and Sis, only honey-blonde. Did she have honey-blonde hair on her 
pussy, too? I wondered. Or was it black? I'd prefer it black, I decided. 
Kinky! Good old-fashioned coarse cunt hair ... the kind I hadn't been 
getting lately. 

Five sisters and a sexy blonde grandmother and mother, I mused. Manoman! 
What a fucking, sucking, swinging group therapy session that would be! 

Playfully nibbling my dick, obviously aware I was somewhere else, Mom 
brought me abruptly back to the living room. She appeared to be smiling. But 
I couldn't tell for sure with her mouth stretched wide and filled to 
capacity with my hard, insatiable dipstick. 

"Hot old bitch!" I tickled her ribs. She squirmed. I rolled abruptly away 
... popping my cock and a spray of saliva from her mouth. I sat on the edge 
of the sofa, retrieved her panties, and used the soft undergarment to wipe 
the spunk and spittle from my nuts and pubic hair. 

Suspiciously, Mom eyed me. "Okay! After all that trouble to get your ... 
your thing in my mouth, all of a sudden you don't wanna fuck? Ha! Let's have 
it ... what're you scheming now?" She snatched the soiled undergarment from 
my hand, opened wide, and used the nylon as a swab to clean her pussy and 
ass. 

I studied her; the ivory column of her neck which ended in a small 
indentation at her throat, the big-nippled pink and white tits which lay 
like huge powder puffs on either side of her creamy torso, the slight rise 
of her belly, the belly button, the dip below covered with tiny, almost 
colorless coils of soft pussy hair which fanned out and wedged in, 
disappearing between her thighs and continued under the lips of her juicy 
cunt to the puff of downy fur at the mouth of her rectum. And her legs! Best 
of all, I loved her long, lovely legs. Although Mom was only five-foot-six, 
she had the legs of a woman six-foot tall. I loved to watch them scissor 
open and tremble when she was about to take me in. 

"Well?" Mom made a grab for my cock, frowned when I moved out of reach. She 
sat up, arms folded across her breasts, legs crossed at the ankle, and 
propped herself against the backrest where the sectional turned right below 
the front windows. "Let's have it," she demanded. "I'm still hot, so get it 
off your chest and let's get back to fucking." 

Mom was right; there was indeed something special on my mind. Daphne! It had 
been weeks since I fucked her and it was indecent to be living in the same 
house with the minx without getting some. It was sort of like taking one 
bite from a succulent sirloin and leaving the rest for someone else to 
finish. I was sure Sis wasn't fucking anyone else. But the way she liked 
screwing, and with that provocative little body of hers more out than in the 
minis she wore daily, I was equally sure it wouldn't be long before 
someone-some inexperienced, snot-nosed kid from school, I supposed-would be 
getting what I was missing. I was determined not to let that happen. One way 
or another, I decided, Mom was going to have to accept the competition. 

A sudden idea blinked like a 100-watt bulb in my mind. I took a deep breath. 
Stiff cock in hand, using it as a sort of persuader, I said, "It ... it's 
Sis. Little Daphne. I ... I heard she ... she's been ... I...." I paused for 
effect, watched her mouth open, as if she were about to speak, then blurted, 
"I heard she's been fucking some of the kids in her class." 

"Oh, my God, no!" Mom raised one fist to her lips, bit into the index 
finger. 

"Well, it's your fault," I continued, knowing she thought of Daphne as her 
little girl still. "She ... she's only human, Ma. With a pussy and all like 
that. And she---likes screwing as much-maybe more 'n you! Manoman! Did you 
see her go the day I had it up her cute behind? Wow! Talk about ass-hole 
fucking! Just a few minutes before you sneaked in and caught us, she was 
crying and begging me to stop. And then...." 

"No!" interrupted Mom. 

"No what, for crying out loud?" 

"I know what you're getting at, Johnny. And the answer is no! If you think 
I'm gonna stand by and let you fuck your thirteen-year-old innocent baby 
sister-well, I'm not!" 

"Innocent? Innocent? Jeez! She's got more fucking time, just with me, than a 
sailor has time at sea. And if I don't do it, someone else will. You ... you 
want her to be promiscuous or something? At least with me you're sure." 

Mom's blonde eyebrows rose. "Sure?" 

"Sure she ... sure she's not being mistreated!" I hollered. "Sure where she 
is at night and like that. Sure! I don't know. Sure of whatever it is 
mothers worry about kids like Daphne. S-U-R-E! for chrissakes!" 

Now Mom studied me. Her gaze darted from my stiff cock, to my face, back. 
Color crept up her neck, bright red. But it wasn't embarrassment, I knew. 
See? she seemed to be thinking. I've given him everything. Everything he 
wants, and still.... 

"Ain't I enough?" cried Mom. Her lower lip trembled. Tears sprang into her 
eyes. "Do ... do you have to make what we do dirty by throwing Daphne in my 
face?" she added. "Is that what you want, Johnny? To show me ... to prove 
I'm not a good mother? To make me feel dirty and guilty for having sex with 
my son and failing my daughter?" 

My mouth dropped open. All along I'd been thinking we had the incest thing 
beat, that jealousy was the only thing prompting Mom, and now this! I didn't 
know what to say. There I was, prick in hand, still smelling of cunt, Mom's 
cunt, her naked and wanting more, and all the time the dopey guilt thing 
rattling around inside her lovely head. It was incredible. Absurd. Now I was 
certain I'd never understand her. But I knew, knew it as well as I knew 
she'd open her legs at the slightest prompting from me, that getting her to 
accept Sis-to see us fucking, join us in bed and participate-was the only 
way Mom would ever get over feeling guilty. 

"You didn't fail me," I whispered, taking her into my arms. She was like a 
little girl, all trembling and docile now. I kissed her smooth cheeks, her 
eyes. I fondled her breasts. I slid one hand down over her belly, forced my 
fingers between her legs. 

"Johnny." 

"You're the best mother and the best lay a guy ever had," I assured her. 
"But I love Daphne, too. I can't help it. I've got enough stiff cock for 
both of you and you gotta get over this thing about feeling guilty." 

"I ... I can't help that, either, baby. Give me some time. Everything's 
happening too suddenly. I ... ummm! Let's not talk anymore now." She 
uncrossed her ankles. Her lovely long legs came apart. She raised one knee, 
placed one hand over the hand on her hot pussy. "Give me some time to think 
about it, Johnny," she added. "Maybe later, when I'm used to the idea, the 
thought of you and Daphne ... of you two doing ... of...." 

"Of me and little Daphne fucking!" I supplied. 

"All right! Of you and Daphne f-fucking. Maybe when I stop thinking of her 
as the sweet little baby I nursed, it won't seem so bad." 

I dropped my face to her breasts, burrowed in the warm valley between. "I 
never knew you nursed us, Ma." 

"Ummm! Especially you. You used to bite my nipples like a hungry little 
bear." 

"Like this?" I nibbled the taut pink peaks. 

"Oh, yes." 

"But I was too small then to do this." I dug my fingers deep into her pussy. 

"UMMM! But I wanted you to, Johnny. Even then. When you were a baby. I used 
to see your cute little hard-on-you always had one, you know ... even 
then-and think, 'Someday, when my Johnny-boy mini-peg's big and strong, some 
girl, some lucky little bitch'll get this up her pussy.' " She captured my 
pulsing dick, stroked. 

"Bet you never thought it'd be you," I said, easing her down on the cushions 
and positioning myself between her wide-open long legs. 

"Some ... ahhh! Sometimes I used to think about it. I used to kiss you all 
over down there. Once Momma, Grandma, caught me kissing your cute little 
hard cock though. That was 'way back before we bought this place and used to 
live there. 'Kissing that filthy thing,' she said. 'Shame on you!' She made 
me feel so terrible, so guilty, I never thought about it again 'til you got 
big and I used to see your thing hard in the morning, and feel it digging 
into my pussy when we kissed. I guess ... oh, Johnnylove, that's good. 
OWWW!" 

I had lifted her other leg, spread her knees out to the side, and was trying 
to push my stiff dick up her hot ass-hole. But her rectum had dried out some 
while we talked and my tool wouldn't go in past the glans. I spit into the 
palm of my hand, saturated the head, and tried again. This time it 
penetrated. 

"I ... I guess I always wanted you to fuck me," Mom continued as the tip of 
my prick slipped higher and higher up her tight rectum. "Even 'way back 
then. But I'll never forget the horrified look on your grandmother's face 
the time she caught me kissing you down there. She was always like that ... 
about sex, I mean. Even when I was a girl, a teenager, she used to tell me 
not to go out alone with boys. Imagine! Hm! If she only knew. I used to do 
it right there in the house, standing up in the front hall, with her and Pop 
watching TV in the living room a few feet away. I guess she's the one who 
filled my head with ... with whatever it is about Daphne. I don't know how 
... OWWW! Oh, Johnnylove, all the way in. AHHHHHHHHH! I ... I don't know how 
Pop ever got her legs open to fuck and make me." 

I drove the last hard inches of throbbing cock up her ass. I watched the 
pleasure-pain contort her beautiful flushed face. But I was thinking about 
other things: about Grandma in a tight bathing suit, and without one, naked, 
and what Mom had said about her not liking sex. I didn't think that was so. 
I didn't think anyone, no matter how much they protested, could go through 
life without fucking ... especially someone with a body like Grandma's. But 
now I knew why Mom was all tied up in mental knots about incest and like 
that. Slowly but surely, she was coming around. But if I could show, prove 
beyond any doubt that Grandma, despite her apparent pretenses, wanted a 
dick, my dick, the battle would be over. 

"Love me, son," cooed Mother. 

"I like it better when you're on your belly," I said against her breasts. "I 
like to watch you jiggle back there. It makes it twice as good." 

"Then pull out. Quick!" 

My joint popped sloppily from her ass-hole. On my knees, shit-smeared prick 
standing straight out, I waited for her to roll onto her belly. Her 
magnificent creamy buttocks quivered. She reached back with both hands and 
spread the soft halves of her ass. 

"Now put it back, honey. Hurry. All the way up. Mummy wants to feel you 
inside." 

"Man! Lookit it wink!" I repositioned myself between her gaped open legs, 
eased my weight onto her back, and drove the glans of my cock into the fuzz 
at her anus. It was even tighter now. I drove, pulled back, drove. 

Mom moaned, lifted her luscious ass into me. The deep crack, the roots of my 
sex buried in the hole at the bottom, was a heavenly sight. Legs first, ass 
second, I thought. I ground my meat into her ... wondering again what 
Grandma, who was taller and heavier than Mom, would be like in bed. Her ass 
was even bigger than the one I was plowing. Did it have wrinkles? I 
wondered. Was it a girdle which gave her the well-rounded, sensuous 
plumpness? And her pussy 

... was there gray mixed with the black or blonde or whatever? 

"Fuck me, son. Ream Mummy's ass good." Mom's cheeks rubbed together as her 
hips began grinding the cum worms up from my sacs. 

"You're great, Ma. Fantastic!" I reached under, rubbed her belly. She liked 
that, I knew. I cupped her pussy, rubbed there, too. 

Easter! I thought. Two months away! There'd be ten days vacation from 
school. And me and Daphne, every year, spent five days apiece at Grandma's 
place. 

Mom sobbed and thrashed as I fucked my hardness into her. If she only knew, 
I thought. If she only knew it was Grandmother's big ass I was fucking. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The house where Mom had spent her girlhood was a cedar-shingled two-story on 
the outskirts of town. Where our place was modern, a low ranch type in a 
residential area, Grandma's home was sort of old fashioned-with dormers, a 
hip roof, wood shutters, and wood sash windows, the upper sash paned six 
ways. like the enchanted cottages in fairy tales, the house sat among trees 
and shrubbery and was surrounded by woodland. 

I paused on the wide, open porch to watch a squirrel race up a grizzled tree 
across the dirt road. As a youngster, I remembered I used to cry when we 
came to visit and it was time to leave. There was no one in sight. The 
street was at rest ... a playground for small, furry creatures, and alive 
with the sounds and smells of the nearby woodland. 

Without knocking, knowing Grandma walked around in a slip most times and 
wanting to catch her like that, I entered the house. Again I paused, 
listening. I could hear her humming at the back of the house. I shivered. 
Goose bumps popped out on my flesh. 

I glanced about the small hall; a coat tree, with Grandma's long fur coat 
hanging from it, a table and lamp, and a framed reproduction of Whistler's 
Mother. Everything fit. It was old fashioned, but warm and pleasant and sort 
of mysterious ... like the mystery of what lay hidden beneath Grandma's 
slip. I suddenly recalled what Mother had told me about the hall. I could 
imagine her, as a young girl, standing in the dimly lighted hall, screwing 
date after date while Grandpa and Grandma watched TV. 

Christ! I thought, cock beginning to ache, if Grandma could see me now, my 
hose fat, clearly defined in my pants leg, perhaps she, just as Mother did 
each time she saw my stiff prick, would become so excited, so hot, she'd 
forget the silly inhibitions, and willingly, even eagerly, give me some of 
what I'd come to spend Easter vacation with her for. 

"Suppose she really does hate sex?" I said aloud, having momentary 
misgivings. I hesitated. Looking toward the living room, I listened to her 
hum. She had a sweet, young voice. A voice to match her ungrandmother-like 
body. 

"Shit!" I blurted ... much too loud. "Nobody, but nobody! hates fucking!" 

"Johnny? Is that you I hear in the hall, Grandson?" 

"Ah ... yes, Nanny." 

"Well, come in. What in the world are you doing hiding out there, anyway?" 

Still a little bit frightened, unsure of myself, but determined to make 
Grandma give, thereby proving to Mother what I'd set out to prove, I set my 
bag down and strode to the kitchen at the back of the house. 

Hands on hips, honey-blonde hair muddled from sleep and flowing girlishly 
about her bare shoulders, Grandmother stood at the sink. My heart leaped. 
She was wearing the slip I'd expected, longer than those Mother and Daphne 
wore, but flimsy and bulging at hip and breast. Sunlight from the window 
behind her made the nylon transparent. I stifled a groan. For although the 
slip hung almost to her knees, I could see her full fleshy thighs and the 
dark, puffy, mysterious area, where her pussy formed a fat wedge at the 
crotch of the panties. My dick, now full blown, jerked. 

Grandmother eyed me, head to toe. Her gaze lingered at my bulging fly. She 
sniffled. "Who were you talking to out there?" 

"Myself mostly. I do that sometimes when I think." I crossed the kitchen, 
kissed her cheek. Her skin, except for tiny crow's-feet at the corner of 
each hazel eye, was as smooth and blemishless as Mother's. My stiff cock 
brushed her thigh. I hugged her ... thinking sure I'd come in my pants if my 
rod once made contact with the soft swell between her big legs. 

Pushing me away, holding me at arm's length, Grandmother said, "What in the 
world's gotten into you, boy? You're as red as a ripe beet. And trembling 
like a leaf in a windstorm. 

Why, if I didn't know better, wasn't your grandmother, I'd swear you have a 
schoolboy crush on me." 

I tried to smile. But my face felt as if it were made of porcelain and 
cracking. Should I come right out and say it, I wondered. Maybe hug her 
again and rub my hard dick in the space between her lush thighs? "I ... I 
guess I'm a little tired," I said, chickening out. "I ... I had to get up 
extra early to get the bus out here. I ... I didn't "even have time to eat 
breakfast." I watched her tits heave. My joint pulsed. I wanted to throw her 
to the floor, rip off the slip, and take some of her fat hot grandmother 
pussy. 

Grandmother shook her head. Turning me, she marched me to the table and sat 
me down. "What you need is something to eat. Something nice and hot in your 
belly." 

I took a deep breath. Now or never! I told myself. "How about you?" I 
countered, watching her eyes grow wide as I gripped the long thing in my 
pants leg. "How'd you like something nice and hot up your belly?" 

Abruptly, Grandmother turned away, moved back to the sink, as if unaware of 
what I was talking about. "You're acting very strange, Grandson," she said 
over one shoulder. "I've never seen you like this. I'll make us some ... 
some nice hot cereal." 

I watched her fiddle nervously with pots and dishes. Sunlight shone through 
the white slip, the panties. Now I could see the dark crack-darker and 
deeper, hot and hairy at the bottom, I knew-up her big wide ass. "I ... I 
never saw you like this, either," I told her, fumbling with my fly, 
undecided whether or not to take out my cock. Wanting to, not wanting to. 
Frightened and anxious and wanting to fuck, to stick my long dick between 
her cushiony grandmother cheeks. "I never really took a good look at you 
before," I continued, growing bolder as my enraged cock grew harder and 
pulsed and jerked, threatening to shoot off. "Manoman! You don't look like 
any grandmothers I know," I told her. "You're almost as young-looking as 
Mom. I bet you fuck as good, too. I bet your pussy's as hot and tight." 

Grandmother spun from the sink, glowered at me. Her tits heaved so fast I 
thought sure they were going to pop from the neck of the low-cut slip. "How 
... how dare you speak to your grandmother like that?" she demanded, eyes 
ablaze, gaze darting from my lap, to my face, to my lap. "Why, I ... I never 
heard such terrible language in all my life. Pussy! Fuck! My Lord-where on 
earth did you learn such horrible things?" 

"Fucking ain't horrible," I objected. "It's the greatest! You probably 
forgot. I guess it's been a long time since anyone put one of these up your 
belly." I unzipped the fly of my pants and let my stiff prick poke its head 
out. 

Grandmother gasped. Now she, too, was as red as a ripe beet. 

"I bet you haven't even seen man-meat like this since Grandpa died," I went 
on, working the rest of my tool, the shaft, out of the tight shorts. "Man! I 
bet your pussy's red hot for lovin'. I bet you could fuck all day. I 
bet...." 

Quick as a deer, Grandmother came at me. Her hand cracked loud against the 
side of my face-once, twice, three times. "You filthy little boy," she 
hissed. "You put that horrible thing in your pants immediately. My Lord-I'm 
not only old enough to be your grandmother, I am your grandmother!" She 
towered over me, trembling, gaze nailed to my hard joint. 

The blow stung. And there were bright little Technicolor lights blinking all 
over the place. But there was no turning back now. Coming off the chair, I 
wrapped my arms tight around her waist, and hugged her warm, ample body. In 
the low heel slippers she wore, the top of her honey-blonde head was even 
with mine. Her hair smelled of fresh lilacs. I buried by face at the base of 
her neck, pretended to sob, and let my stiffness find its own way to her 
heated crotch. "I can't help it, Nanny," I whispered, running my hands over 
her back, stopping just short of the outward curve of her hip. "Don't be 
angry with me. Just lemme ... lemme hold you like this for a little while. 
like we used to. When I was little." 

Grandmother started to speak, stopped. I could feel the confusion, the 
uncertainty, in her body. I had appealed to her maternal instinct, and no 
woman I knew particularly a mother and a grandmother, could ignore such a 
plea. 

"This is all very naughty." Gently Grandmother patted the back of my head. 
"Why, if anyone caught us like ... with your ... your peter out ... so ... 
so terribly hard ... and me in a slip ... in ... in each other's arms ... 
they'd never believe...." 

I pressed closer. My stiff dick, like an arrow finding the bull's-eye, 
burrowed into the space between the top of her full thighs. I dropped one 
hand from her hip, to her ass. "Just a little bit," I coaxed. "Hug me some. 
like you used to. I ... I feel so bad about making you angry and all." 

"We shouldn't." 

"I know. But it feels so good. You're beautiful, Nanny. So soft." I cupped 
one half of her ass, pressed her close onto the glans of my burrowing cock. 

"My Lord!" 

"Hug me, Nanny. Real hard." Slowly I inched the slip up the back of her 
thighs. The hem met my fingertips. I inched it higher still ... baring the 
panties stuck deep in the hot crack of her delectable behind. She made no 
move to stop me. Jesus! I thought, kneading a cheek the size of a 
watermelon, the old bitch was easier than I'd anticipated. Kissing her neck, 
her shoulder, moving my lips toward the melons in front, I lifted the shaft 
of my rod into her twat. 

Abruptly Grandmother's mood changed. "That's enough!" she said, breaking 
away and putting the long, polished wood table between us. But how she 
stared at my cock! She tried not to, tried to glance away. Yet each time she 
did, her gaze returned to the torpedo-shaped head of my tool. She was almost 
drooling: captivated beyond redemption by the sight of stiff, capable, cunt 
hungry man-meat. 

I, too, abruptly changed tactics. Slipping my dick inside the pants, noting 
the immediate flick of disappointment in her eyes, I casually zipped my fly 
and said, "All right Nanny, I ... I guess I better go lay down. I guess ... 
well, I suppose I'm just tired, after all." 

"May ... maybe you better. Yes! Get some rest! I ... I'll call you later. At 
lunchtime." Turning her back to me, Grandma pretended interest in the fry 
pan on the stove. 

I hesitated a moment. Her wide ass was so lovely ... sunlight from the 
window shimmered off the mounds beneath the nylon slip. I wanted to dash 
across the kitchen and bury my face in the valley between her young, smooth, 
exquisitely formed cheeks. I wanted to. Christ! How I wanted to! Instead, I 
turned and quietly left the room. For I knew-knew it as well as I'd known 
Sis would give me some ass-hole and Mom would eventually go down on my 
knob-Grandma, who apparently hadn't been fucked since Grandpa died, was 
going to give me some hot pussy ... perhaps before nightfall, but definitely 
before I returned home at the end of Easter vacation. 

I was asleep. I was dreaming. At least I thought I was dreaming. But then I 
felt a weight tipping the mattress, and knew such things never happened in 
dreams. 

But I pretended to be sleeping still. I opened my eyes just a hair, quickly 
turned onto my back. I had stripped to jockey shorts. The maneuver not only 
covered the telltale eyelid movement, but set my piss hard-on skyward ... 
protruding from the fly of the tight shorts ... giving my ungrandma-like 
Grandma a good look at what she'd sneaked into the room to see. 

I lay still, waiting. I could hear the wind outside ... a tree's branches 
brushing against the house. And Grandma's breathing. Loud. Labored. But 
nothing happened and I almost opened my eyes to see what in the hell she was 
up to. 

Then suddenly, as if a butterfly had gotten inside the room and mistaken the 
swollen tip of my prick for a flower, I felt a feathery touch. God! I 
thought, struggling inwardly to keep my hips from giving me away. Was, it 
her hand I felt? Her lips? I gritted my teeth, made my body relax. I was 
getting pretty adept at seducing my female relatives, I thought. To keep my 
mind off what Grandma was doing, I considered cousins, aunts, two nieces and 
another grandmother-though she was older, and not nearly as fuckable as 
Mom's mother-whom I might try next. I thought about Daphne, about how it 
would be after I went to Mom with proof about Grandma, and Sis, minx-like 
Daphne, joined us in bed. I thought about school. About the movies. About 
the football game I'd watched on TV New Year's Day. I thought about just 
about everything except the feathery thing playing like a fluff ball on the 
glans of my cock. 

I lay still until the mattress shifted again, and the feathery thing became 
a wet, swirling tongue. She was licking my dick. Grandmother, who, years 
before, had scolded Mother for doing the very same thing, was kissing and 
wetting my hard-on ... preparing to suck me off. 

As if controlled by a mind of their own, my hips bucked upward. 

"Good Lord," breathed Grandma. 

I opened my eyes; met and held her gaze. "Wanna suck me off?" 

Grandmother hesitated. She was sitting the bed sidesaddle; one knee up, the 
slip high on her thighs, the shadowy area at her crotch open and inviting. 
Her nipples were hard ... even bigger than Mother's peaks. They showed, like 
tasty red carrot tips, through the slip. 

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts, I lifted my hips and 
pushed the undergarment down. I wanted her to see my hairy balls ... see 
everything down there. I pushed the shorts down and off my legs, lay back. 
"Go ahead," I told her. "Put my hard dick in your mouth. Suck me off." 

"You ... you're a sinful boy," choked Grandmother, hand fluttering at the 
roots of my sex. 

Taking firm hold of her wrist, I forced her hand onto my hardness. She 
gasped.. But her long cool fingers closed and her head, her moist lips, 
moved closer to the throbbing gland. My gaze dropped to her gaped open legs. 
"You should wear stockings," I told her, inching my free hand up the inside 
of one fleshy thigh. "I like fucking like that. The first time I screwed 
Mom, I made her take everything off except the stockings and garter belt. 
Man! She looks great like that ... black all around her white-blonde pussy." 

Grandmother bolted to an erect sitting position. Her hazel eyes grew as 
round as saucers. "You ... you did ... you d-did that w-with y-y-your 
mother?" 

I nodded. "Daphne too." 

"But that ... that's horrible! Have you no sense of decency? No morals?" 

I cupped the hot wet crotch of her panties, squeezed. She shivered. "Mom and 
Sis and now you," I whispered. "Mom said you don't like fucking. But I knew 
better all along. I bet you're a better fuck than anybody. What color's your 
pussy?" Before she could answer, I threw the slip high and leaned close to 
her lap. Now I could see the dark wedge beneath the panties and the little 
black curls peeking from the tight leg band. 

My cock in one hand, Grandmother leaned back on the other. "You ... you 
mustn't touch Nanny there. It ... it's sinful. It ... oh, my dear darling 
grandson. You ... really mustn't!" 

I moved the panties aside, exposing her fat, hairy-oh, so hairy-midnight 
black pussy. I thought it strange but wonderful that Grandmother should be a 
blonde with a black thatch. But there wasn't a blonde or a gray strand in 
the bunch. It was almost blue-black and thick and coarse but cushiony. I 
drove my stink-finger hard into the puffy, bright pink, loose lips of her 
ungrandmother-like cunt. 

Grandma moaned. Her big ass came off the bed ... forcing my middle finger 
all the way up her roomy twat. Her head dove, like a bird after a tempting 
worm, into my lap. She opened her soft lips and took the swollen glans of my 
dick quickly into the damp warmth of her mouth. 

It was my turn to moan. I felt her wet mouth on my rod, gripped the back of 
her honey-blonde head, and humped my jerking meat in to her tonsils. "Suck 
it, Nanny. Eat my prick. I'll give you the best cum load ever." I guided her 
lovely legs onto the bed, twisted and turned until we lay crotch to face, 
crotch to face. I worked the panties down her hips. "Lift up," I told her, 
yanking the nylon off her big soft ass. 

Grandmother sucked my cock in and out of her face. There was no hesitation, 
no gagging. She took my eight inches as if she'd mouthed hundreds of joints 
and mine was a mere toothpick. She fondled my balls and made loud slurping 
noises and, when I got the panties all the way off and buried my face in her 
scrumptious bush, ground her juicy cunt onto my darting tongue. 

Nanny was no novice at cock-sucking, I thought as the smell of her filled my 
nostrils. She had a good, strong odor, headier than Mom and Daphne. Because, 
I supposed, her twat had been in cold storage, dickless, accumulating spunk 
for years. I drank deep of the rich, woman fragrance; lapped the delicious 
lubricants, thick and creamy love juices, from the mouth of her sloppy wet 
vulva. 

I let her suck my joint awhile, until I felt the cum gathering at the base 
of my tool. Then I pulled the long slippery cylinder out of her face. "Take 
off your slip, Nanny. I always wanted to see what your big tits look like 
without clothes. Take it off and lemme fuck my dick between 'em." 

"My Lord, Grandson. You ... you're a terrible boy. Just ... just too 
horrible for words!" 

Kneeling on the bed, I grinned. "Don't you like my stiff prick? You sucked 
it pretty good. Seems like you liked it pretty good inside your mouth." I 
moved my cock back and forth above her face. With satisfaction, I watched 
her eyes. Although she was still trying not to show it, her gaze never left 
the blood-engorged tip and she was ready to do anything, anything at all, to 
get the hot feel of man-meat inside her once more. 

Yet still, Grandmother hesitated. I glanced down, to her cunt. Her legs were 
wide open, hips doing a slow, anxious bump-grind, her big black pussy 
dripping its spunk on the sheet. Wedging my fingers together-all four and 
the thumb-I rammed the wedge between her gaped open thighs. 

Finally, after several minutes of having her sopping wet cunt finger-fucked 
and staring at my dancing cock, the last barrier came down, and Grandmother, 
face contorted with need, thrashing about wildly on the bedsheets, looked 
pleadingly into my eyes, and said, "Darling Grandson. You ... you make me 
feel like a young woman again. I'd almost forgotten how ... umummmum ... 
good it can be!" She wrapped both hands around the base of my rigid tool; 
raised up and kissed the fat tip. "P-put it wherever you want-up my pussy, 
my ass. But hurry! Put it somewhere before Grandmother busts." 

"First let's get this off." Taking hold of the neck of the slip, I yanked. 
The seam split down one side. 

"My Lord! Aren't you the anxious one." Modestly, Grandmother covered the 
enormous melon which appeared at the gap in the slip. 

"Manoman! What a fucking tit! I never saw one that big before." Hungrily I 
eyed the incredible melon. I squeezed it. I pinched the cone-shaped brown 
nipple. Both my hands put together wouldn't fit around the base. Although it 
wasn't as firm as Mother's luscious left boob, and tiny blue veins showed 
through the porcelain-white skin, it was the kind of a boob guys dream about 
cuddling. My throat filled with saliva. Mouth wet and open, I pounced 
greedily upon the gigantic rubbery nipple. I rolled it between my lips, 
sucked, drew it into my mouth, as if Grandma was my personal lollipop. 

Clutching my head to her breast with one hand, frantically whacking me off 
with the other, Grandmother cooed, "Kiss the other one, too. It's lonesome. 
See?" She pulled her shoulders together and shrugged my playmate's twin out 
of the torn slip. It bounced like quivery white Jello. 

Panting, about three seconds away from shooting off, I scrambled astraddle 
her torso. 

"What in the world...? " 

"I gotta stick my cock between 'em, Nanny! Man! I just gotta!" I bunched 
what was left of the neck of the slip in my hand and shredded it to her 
waist. 

"Oh, my. Oh myohmyohmy! Don't waste it. In my pussy. Please! It ... it's 
been so terribly long since I felt a stiff one pop off." Grandmother tried 
to push me down her lush body. Her ass came high off the bed ... cunt 
searching for meat. 

I refused to be dissuaded. Squeezing her mountainous tits together, and 
driving the head of my dick into the tight slit between, I said, "First 
between your boobs. Mom lets me do it to her there all the time. Hold 'em 
together for me. Watch my cock poke out on top. Manoman!" I worked my ass 
back and forth as her hands took over the squeezing process. I humped my 
joint in and out and watched her eyes zero in on the pistoning glans. It was 
the greatest; best because her paps were softer than Mom's, and gave and 
closed on my shaft like hot white putty. 

While I continued to fuck my joint between her tits, humping with all my 
might, Grandmother lifted the gorgeous melons high, close to her chin. Her 
long pink tongue flicked out. I yelped as the hot tip touched the knob of my 
cock. I shafted faster. Now, each time the head appeared at the top of her 
breasts, Nanny's swirling tongue was there ... probing the aperture ... 
pulling the gism up from my sacs with fiery little licks. 

"Oh, Grandson," cried Grandmother as a glistening bead of cum appeared at 
the aperture in the glans of my cock. "Put it back in my mouth. Hurry!" 

I couldn't resist such a plea. I scrambled higher, shimmying my ass over her 
boobs, feeling her big nipples flatten beneath the weight of my buttocks, 
and shoved the tip of my tool between her parted wet lips. "Suck it all in, 
Nanny. I ... ahhh! Ohahhhhhhhh!" 

Grandmother gripped my hips. Pulling me forward, she took the entire hard 
length of my poker into her face. "Shoot!" she demanded in a garbled voice. 
"Fuck your cum into me," she gurgled. "Now!" she hollered, finger-fucking my 
ass-hole and moving her mouth rapidly back and forth on the shaft of my 
prick. 

I fell forward, arms and legs outstretched, and pounded my throbbing meat 
into the depths of her throat. It was like fucking a bodiless cunt. For now 
there was nothing except bed from my waist up, and nothing except Nanny's 
hot wet mouth below. "Eat it, Grandmaaaa," I sobbed as the load tickled its 
way up the inside of my long dick. "Suck real hard. Harder! Suck out my 
cum." 

Noisily Grandmother sucked. She drew my bloated cock deeper still ... all 
the way down her warm, slippery gullet, it seemed. Gripping the cheeks of my 
ass, she held me tight to her face and made loud swallowing noises as the 
first drops of hot gism trickled off. Then, as the first powerful blast 
followed the trickle, she thrashed wildly; gurgling, sucking me off like 
there was no tomorrow. She trapped one of my legs between hers-bony knee 
rubbing, digging into her big black pussy-and drank as spurt after hot spurt 
of good cum flew from the jerking stiffness buried to the hairy roots in her 
face. 

"AHHHHHHH! Suck it all. Suck! Su-uck!" I slammed my joint into her mouth, 
coming. There seemed to be no end to the cream in my balls. I clutched her 
head and shot. Blasting. Love nut after love nut. I closed my eyes and saw 
Mother, her wet white-blonde pussy milking the semen from my cock. And 
Daphne ... beside me and Mom in bed ... tight red-blonde snatch open and 
waiting its turn. "OHAHHHH!" I gasped, pounding the eight hard inches of my 
insatiable meat into the well of Grandmother's face, and thinking how good 
it would be when Mom finally gave in and the three of us-me, beautiful Mom 
and sweet little Daphne-climbed naked into the same bed and fucked and 
sucked one another until we lay exhausted. "Suck it all, Nanny. Suck it! 
Suck it! SUCK IT!" 

Grandmother willingly obliged. Even after the last blast, the last of my 
gooey semen slithered down her throat, she drew deep. Her mouth was like a 
rubber full of hot water ... tight and clinging. She sucked until some of 
the stiffness left my prick and it was obvious, even to her, that it would 
take some doing to get it up fully hard again. 

Spitting my dick from her face, Grandmother-my lovely, ungrandmother-like, 
sucking Nanny-gasped and said, "Darling Grandson. I haven't sucked a cock 
like that since ... why, since your great uncle, Grandfather's brother, 
Harry, spent the weekend with us ten years back." 

Fucking women! I thought. All crazy! Every one of them, it seemed, pretended 
to be staid, pretended fucking was something everyone else did! And every 
one of them-Mother, Grandmother, probably the rest of the family-had at 
least one skeleton prick in their closet. I sat up, dropped one hand to her 
gaped open pussy. "Uncle Harry?" I asked, spreading the bright pink lips of 
her vulva and shoving two fingers in to the hilt. 

Opening wider still, the slip in shreds at her waist, Grandmother closed her 
eyes, as if remembering. She raised one knee; let it drop out to one side. 
Her hips moved slowly ... succulent black pussy grinding on the length of my 
fingers. "It was this time of year," she said finally. "Easter. Harry was 
here for ... for three nights. Your grandfather h-had to work I-late at the 
store Saturday, and Harry...." 

Grandmother's voice caught. The memory seemed painful. I watched her blonde 
head move in jerks. Her big cunt locked tight on my fingers. "Did he make 
you fuck him?" I asked, positioning myself between her fleshy thighs ... 
face close to the wonderful smell, the wetness, the warmth of her luscious 
ass-hole and cunt. 

"It ... it was horrible," choked Grandmother. "He raped me. It ... it began 
the night before, while your grandfather was taking a shower. Harry tried to 
... to...." 

"To stick his hard dick up your cunt?" I kissed her hot winking brown 
ass-hole, drove my fingers in and out, in and out of her twat. 

"Yes! He ... he came up behind me in the kitchen, and before I knew what was 
happening, before I could stop him, had his hands on my breasts, and his ... 
his thing ... hard against ... d-d-digging in...." 

"In your ass!" I supplied, shafting her rectum with the stink-finger of my 
left hand. I could imagine her-ten years before-better-looking, younger, 
hotter, bent over the sink. And Great Uncle Harry sneaking up behind ... 
pressing his stiffness between the huge cheeks of her ass. I, too, wanted to 
fuck her there. I wanted to fuck out her ass, her cunt, fuck all over her 
soft, stacked, silky body. 

"In ... in my ass!" Grandmother continued, the halves of her wide bottom 
opening and closing ... ass-hole nipping my finger ... succulent cunt 
dripping its fragrant juices over the palm of my hand. " 'A ... a quick 
fuck!' he said. 'The old man'll never be the wiser. We can do it right here 
while he showers.' I said no. But he made me so hot ... pinching my nipples 
erect ... pumping against me back there. I let him lift the hem of my house 
dress ... all the way up. I ... I didn't want to. But he was so persuasive 
... whispering in my ear ... saying what he would do to me. Before I knew 
what was happening, he had a ... a finger up me back there, and another in 
front. My Lord! I didn't want to but it felt so good. like now. So good. And 
then we heard the shower stop and both jumped, and when your grandfather 
came down, suspecting nothing, we pretended nothing had happened." 

Licking her sphincter muscles, marveling anew at how good a woman's ass-hole 
smelled, I said, "But he got you the next night. Tell me how. Did he fuck 
your ass?" Withdrawing my fingers from both holes, I spread her enormous, 
quivery cheeks, and flicked my tongue in and out of her hot anus. 

"Oh, Grandson, Stop! You ... you're making Grandmother do such terrible 
things. Ow! OWWW! You ... you mustn't do that. You ... you mustn't suck 
Grandmother there." 

I covered her big stinking ass-hole with my mouth; blew in. 

"OWWWWWWW!" 

"Tell me what happened with you and Harry," I muttered, alternately sucking 
and blowing and washing her delectable shitter with tongue. 

"Oh, yes! OW! D-do that. Grandmother doesn't care anymore. Dear darling 
Grandson. Eat! OWWWWW! Eat Nanny's ass-hole." 

"Tell me!" 

"Yes! It ... it happened almost the same way the next night. But in the 
bedroom. I ... I knew he was after me. He'd been following me around all day 
... his thing hard in his pants. And I knew Grandfather wouldn't be home 
until midnight. So I went to my room. But just as I was thinking he'd never 
follow me there, Harry came in. I was changing. He ... he came up behind me 
again, and pressed his s-s-stiff dick up the panties where they were stuck 
in the crack of my ass. 'Let's fuck!' he whispered. 'Just a little fuck. 
I've been wanting to ram this up your belly for years.' Again I said no. I 
struggled. But he t-t-took it out and pushed it between the back of my 
thighs. My Lord! It ... it was so big!" Grandmother raised her other knee 
... let it drop to the side so that her thighs formed a wide V and her cunt 
gaped all the way open. Moaning, she mashed her sopping wet lower holes in 
my face. 

My prick was as stiff as a crowbar. But I had by now learned that hearing 
about screwing enhanced the real thing. And so I continued to dart my tongue 
from hole to hole, finger-fucking and licking, sucking and lapping, smelling 
and blowing my breath into her belly. Panting, grinding her sex into my 
face, Grandmother went on: "OWWW! 'You ... you'll give me some cunt or I'll 
take it,' Harry growled. 'Fucking hot pussy of yours. Open up! Give!' I 
broke free, pleaded. He followed me around the bed. 

'D-don't make me,' I begged. 'I ... I'm your brother's wife. It ... it's 
sinful!' But it did me no good. Harry laughed. 'We ... we'll keep it in the 
family,' he said, trapping me in the corner. I got down on my knees ... 
beseeching him to stop. But his cock was out. Hard. So big and stiff and 
jerking close to my face. And then, before I could say anything more, before 
another word could pass from my open lips, he gripped my head in his huge 
hands, and ... and...." 

"Manoman!" I breathed into her fat cunt. "He fucked your face like that?" 

Grandmother reached for me, dragged me up her trembling body. "Yes!" she 
sobbed. "Right there ... me on my knees ... begging him to stop. He ... he 
held my head still, and ... and f-f-forced the head of his big hard dick in 
my mouth. I ... I thought I'd die. It was so huge ... long and big around. 
But he kept pressing it deeper. Deeper and deeper. All ... all the way in." 
Eyes tightly shut, making tiny noises deep in her throat, Grandmother locked 
her soft white thighs around my waist. Her cunt, the hair wet with spunk 
from her juicy hole, sought my joint. "Put it in," she cried. "Fuck me. Fuck 
my pussy. Fuck Nanny." 

"Je-sus!" I reached down, steered the glans of my cock to the lips of her 
sloppy black pussy. It slid in to the roots. "AHHH! D-did he fuck you, too?" 
I gasped, letting my meat soak in her loose warmth. 

"Oh, yes. Yes! Yes! Yessssssssssss!" 

"Tell me how." 

"Fuck ... ow! OWWW! Fuck now! No more ... ummmmmm! Talk! Fuck Nanny's pussy. 

Fuck!" 

I pulled my cock abruptly out of her gaping wet hole. "Not until you tell. I 
... I wanna do it the same way ... the way Uncle Harry did. Did he do you on 
the bed? On the floor? I won't fuck you 'til you tell." 

"F-first he c-came in my face," whispered Grandmother, her big hairy twat 
still snapping at the tip of my meat. "T-then he m-made me lay o-over the 
edge of the b-bed." 

"Man! Get like that." 

Moaning, almost crying, so hot she could hardly control her limbs, 
Grandmother dropped her legs from my waist. "You ... you make Nanny do such 
horrible things," she said as she turned onto her belly and lay, the 
shredded slip twisted around her middle, with her big white buttocks over 
the edge of the bed. 

I stood, enraged meat in hand, looking down from behind and between her 
heavy legs. Uncle Harry sure knew what he was doing, I thought. Now I could 
see her entire slit, pussy hair, the deep crack separating her cheeks, and 
her tight winking brown ass-hole. It was a fantastic sight. Just looking 
made me almost pop off. I had fucked Mother like that many times: over the 
edge of the sofa, the coffee table. But Grandma's big sexy ass, and the fact 
that she was Grandma, and the added delight of knowing Mother no longer had 
any excuse to deny me the last, the absolute best fuck of all, made it extra 
special. "Did Uncle Harry stand up or lay down on you?" I asked, caressing 
her bottom, running my fingers through the puff of coarse hair at the mouth 
of her rectum. 

"Put it in me. Darling Grandson ... pleeze!" 

"Standing or what? What'd he do after he threw you down on the bed?" 

"He ... he tore off my panties and fell with his big dick back there ... 
poking first one hole, then the other. 'Please!' I begged him. 'Stick ... 
stick it in me! P-p-put your cock up my pussy. Hurry!' " 

Visualizing what Uncle Harry had done, how he made her give, and wishing she 
still had her panties on so I could do-likewise, I fell with my hard cock 
between her soft upper thighs. I steered the head back to her cunt, shafted 
it into her. Tremors shook her body. She twisted and ground her hips, her 
loose twat working frantically on my tool. 

But it was no good like that. Grandmother was just too roomy and sloppy down 
there. Her cunt felt like a bottomless pit. So I kneeled, taking her with 
me, and made her close her thighs, her cunt, on my joint. "That's better," I 
told her. "Nice 'n' tight. Now fuck, Nanny. Work your hot pussy. Make me 
come." I planted my prick to the roots, and ground my pubic hair against her 
soft buttocks. 

"Oh, yes!" Bucking her wide hips from side to side, back and forth, 
Grandmother made her lush cheeks rub together. They shook, tightening each 
time my cock dove in to the hilt. Her big hairy cunt seemed to breathe. 
Contracting the velvety inner muscles, squeezing the knob of my dick in a 
feathery vise, she drew me deep, deeper still ... all the way into the hot 
tight wetness of her vagina. 

"G-Grandmaaa...! " The foreplay and talk had worked on me, and I was busting 
already. Gasping, dick aflame with lovely sensation, I fell onto her back 
and unloaded my gism. I felt it ooze out and run down the inside of her 
thighs. I held myself tight to her ass, savoring the feel of her buttocks, 
her cunt ... trying, it seemed, to suck my nuts inside the sheath, too. 

I rested a moment, letting her milk off the last drops. There was only one 
hole left to be fucked-perhaps the best, the tightest. And although my joint 
was beginning to go limp again, I was determined not to let her escape 
before she gave me some hot round eye. 

Finger-fucking the depths of her rectum, I asked, "Did Uncle Harry fuck you 
there, too?" 

"Not there. He ... he couldn't get hard after the second time." 

"I can." 

Grandmother shivered. She looked back at me with undeniable lust in her 
eyes. 

"Want me to ream out your butt? Mom---likes it that way. Sis, too. They say 
it's like being screwed in both places at once." I glanced down, watched her 
sphincters close. Jesus! I thought ... could it be Nanny had never been 
reamed? Impossible! With an ass like hers, I was sure someone, somewhere, if 
not Grandpa, had planted meat in her rectum. 

But it was true. Unbelievable, but ... almost true, anyway. In fifty-one 
years, Grandmother had been banged in the ass-hole only twice, she said. The 
first time was when she was a mere girl; after the high school prom, when 
she had gotten drunk, fallen asleep in someone's car, and awoke to find her 
best friend's date driving a hard prick up her rectum. Again, as with the 
story of Great Uncle Harry, she became hungry for dick with the telling. And 
then came the second story ... even better: 

"He was a soldier," confided Nanny, willingly getting down on her hands and 
knees on the rug as I popped my joint from her twat and wiggled the head in 
the brownish hair at her anus. "It was right after me and Grandfather were 
married. I was supposed to be out with a girl friend ... going to a late 
movie. But she didn't show up. So I went to the movie alone. I had no 
intention of being picked up, mind you-sex was the furthest thing from my 
mind. But there he was ... so tall and handsome in his tailored uniform. He 
was younger than me, by four years. Seventeen. But I always did have a 
weakness for men in uniform." She paused-remembering again, I supposed. She 
spread her knees wide, giving me an unhampered overhead view of her shitter. 

Wanting it to last, not wanting to pop off as quickly as I'd just done in 
her pussy, I prolonged entry. There was no hurry. There were four days left 
before Daphne came to spend the second half of Easter vacation and I 
returned home. I ran the tip of my dick up the crack of her big soft ass, 
then down. I rubbed the glans in her cunt hair. Tiny drops of gism were 
hardening there. I returned the tip to her ass-hole, but refused to push in. 
"Did he ream you right there in the movie house?" I asked hoarsely. "In his 
lap maybe? With ... with everyone watching the picture?" 

"Lord no! He ... he was shy. He kept glancing my way, but said nothing. All 
through the first feature he sat two rows away. But then, during 
intermission, when the lights came on and I went to the ladies' room and 
came back, he was sitting in the seat next to mine. I sat down. The lights 
went out. And then, soon after the second feature started, I felt his hand 
on my thigh. 'What in the world...? ' I began. But he had such nice eyes ... 
such an innocent, lonely face. 'Just let me feel you,' he said. 'I ... I 
have only tonight before I ship out. The Pacific. I ... I may never come 
back.' I almost wept when he said that. 'Don't even think that!' I cried. He 
was so ... so young. So manly." 

Grandmother pushed back, trying to take the knob of my prick into her 
rectum. I held her away by the hips. I fingered her ass-hole; raised the 
finger to my nose, and drank deep of the smell. "Then where?" I insisted. 

"He ... he asked me out for a drink. We went to a little neighborhood place 
nearby, and drank and danced 'til closing time. I told him my husband, 
Grandfather, was waiting. He insisted upon walking me home ... saying he 
didn't want to leave me alone that time of the night. So brave. We passed a 
neighborhood park and he asked me to stop. 'A little stop wouldn't hurt,' he 
said. 'Just a little one.' By then I knew what he wanted and couldn't stop 
myself. He'd been so good to me. So I let him lead me to a dark gazebo ... 
let him kiss me ... and by the time he got his hand under my dress, panties 
and up my ass, it was too late. Who'd know? I thought. A little fuck! A 
little fuck wouldn't hurt! I had no idea what he was really after. 

And when he got my cunt sopping wet, got the panties down and told me to 
bend over the rail, I thought he meant to jab me from behind. Until I felt 
it. So hard. like ... like yours, Grandson." Again she tried to push back, 
to capture my joint with her nipping ass-hole. 

"Was it good, Nanny?" 

"Oh, yes!" 

"How good, Nanny? As good as Daphne said? Good ... gooder than anything?" 

"It ... it was hot and hard and youngsterish and ... and delightful. He ... 
he poked it into me slowly ... ever so slowly. At first, I thought he was 
going to tear me open back there. But he was gentle. So very gentlemanly. He 
... he even called me a lady. 'My ladyfinger,' he said. Imagine! He'd never 
laid eyes on me before and yet he could tell." 

This time, when she pushed her ass back, I didn't resist. I let her take me 
in. Her sphincters opened and closed on the fat bulb of my dick. I gasped. 
She moaned. Taking hold of her wide, ungrandmother-like hips, I shafted my 
meat, inch by stiff inch, slowly, gently into her. 

"Sock it to me, Grandma," I sighed. 

A lady, I thought as her buttocks began to churn. Grandmother certainly was 
a lady. All of the women in my family, it seemed, were ladies. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Although Nanny was great, a real pussycat, after five days away from Mom, I 
was anxious to get home. I stepped from the bus, at the shopping center, 
three blocks from our place. I felt light-footed; almost high. I walked the 
familiar tree-lined streets, filled with anticipation. Flower gardens along 
the way were beginning to show promise. Soon the entire neighborhood would 
grow a new green head of hair, I knew. Then the hoses would appear from 
garages, mowers would roar. And the neighbors, wearing bizarre dress as if 
gardening was a masquerade, would appear every Saturday morning and keep the 
street we lived on neat with square patches of lawn and rows of Technicolor 
blossoms. 

Knowing Daphne probably was arriving at Grandmother's place at that very 
moment, that I had five days to wait for the minx's return, and wondering if 
Mom was home, I climbed the four stone steps to our front door. "I'm home, 
Ma." 

No answer. The house was quiet. I set my bag down in the foyer, stepped into 
the living room. I looked about at the furnishings, frowned. Something was 
missing. I couldn't place what it was exactly, but knew-as you know in the 
dark whether the hand you touch belongs to a friend or foe-that something 
had been changed in my absence. 

"Hey, Ma...? " I stepped into her bedroom, looked about. Her housecoat, a 
pair of black lace panties, lay haphazardly on the unmade bed. I picked up 
the panties. The crotch was still warm ... still retained her scent. I 
sniffed. There was no cunt in the world which smelled as good as Mom's. I 
listened. Was that running water I heard? Immediately I imagined drops of 
water splashing off the tall, naked, pink and white body I adored. Flinging 
the panties onto the bed, hoping to catch Mom in the tub, I strode to the 
bathroom and silently opened the door. 

"My God, Johnny," yelped Mom when I opened the frosted glass shower door and 
peered in. "You ... you scared me half to death!" 

Grinning, I ogled her. She was standing, legs apart, washcloth clutched 
tight to her neck, in the tub. I watched the spray from the shower-head 
splash off her high, big-nippled tits, race down her belly, and weave in and 
out between the glistening curls crowning her pussy. Her skin gleamed. The 
roundness at the side of one hip, the underside of one buttock, beckoned. By 
the time my gaze reached the swirling pool at her feet and darted back to 
the long blonde hair plastered, like a skullcap, to her head, my prick was 
hard and throbbing. 

Impulsively, without a word, I tore off my jacket and shirt. With anxious 
fingers, eyes riveted to Mom's hairy cunt, I undid my belt. I let the pants 
fall to the tile floor; stepped hurriedly out of them. My dick, like a 
curious, redheaded, one-eyed snake, leaped from the fly of the jockey 
shorts. 

Wiping water from her eyes, a half smile on her lovely face, Mom asked, 
"What in the world're you doing?" 

"Getting ready to say hello." 

"Oh, no! If you think we're gonna ... in the tub ... oh, no you don't!" 

"We never fucked in the bathroom before." I came out of my shoes and socks, 
hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and worked them off over my 
stiff cock. With satisfaction, I watched Mom's gray-green eyes widen. "I'll 
wash your back," I told her. "Then you can wash me. Here!" Taking my dick in 
hand, I stepped into the tub, behind her, and slid the glass door closed. 

"You'll kill us both on this slippery surface," objected Mom as I wrapped my 
arms around her slim waist and kissed her back, her shoulders. 

"Didn't you miss me?" 

"Johnny. You know I miss you when you're away for ten minutes. It's been 
five days since ... since...." 

"Since you felt this up your belly?" I rammed the glans of my cock between 
the soft halves of her ass. The warm water trickled down the crack, acting 
as a lubricant. My knob began to slip up her ass-hole. 

"UMMM. In my belly." 

"Then let's fuck." 

"No. Not here. It's impossible." 

"Then suck me. Get down on your knees and put my dick in your mouth. Then 
I'll do you." 

Mom sighed. "Sometimes I think we're both crazy." 

"Crazy in love. And wait'll I tell you about Grandma. Manoman! Have you got 
a surprise coming." 

Mom turned in my arms, wrapped her wet arms around my neck, and pressed the 
hot length of her slippery body to mine. She closed her sweet thighs on my 
prick. "What in the world're you talking about now?"" 

One hand deep in the crack of her ass, the other kneading a fat tittie, I 
pumped my meat slowly in and out between the velvety flesh of her upper 
thighs. "You said Grandma doesn't like to fuck, but guess what me and her 
did every day, three, four times, while I was there?" 

"Johnny! She ... she's my mother!" 

"She's got a cunt, too, Ma. like Daphne. And I got a cock, and cocks and 
cunts go together." I pulled back, set the head of my dick at the lips of 
her vulva. Abandoning her tit, I gripped her soft bottom in both hands, 
pushed in with my hips, and pulled her against me until the glans 
penetrated. 

"Oh, baby. Not in the tub. We'll fall." 

"We won't fall. I screwed Grandma like this yesterday. Man! She may be old, 
but she sure knows how to do it. We fucked every which way." Pushing slowly, 
savoring the warmth, the tight wetness of her white-blonde pussy, I forced 
my stiff meat up her hole. 

"I ... I can't believe it," breathed Mom, opening her thighs, grinding, 
helping to get my dick in. "Mother's always been so ... so proper! So 
outspoken against sex." Tentatively she lifted one round wet knee, rubbed 
her smooth inner thigh along the outside of my leg. 

"Back up, in the corner, against the wall," I directed. "I wanna fuck hard." 

"We can lay down in the tub." 

"Uh-uh. I want you like this first. Standing up. like we did in the living 
room. That was the best fuck ever." I eased her into the corner where she 
could hold onto the hot and cold shower taps for support. 

"UMMM! I forgot how good it was," breathed Mom. "Your peg ... oh Johnnylove! 
It ... it seems to have grown. If it ... it gets much bigger ... owwwwww! 
Oh, love me. But if ... ow! It gets much bigger ... ah! Mummy won't be able 
to take all her baby's lovely meat in her belly." Again she raised her knee, 
waiting for me to get a firm grip on her round, plump, adorable ass. 

"I'm still growing," I told her, planting my feet firmly, slightly apart, 
and leaning her into the wall. "I bet it'll be a foot long by the time I'm 
eighteen. And I bet you'll take it all every fucking stiff inch!" I held her 
weight, held the head of my dick at the mouth of her upper channel, ready to 
drive with all my might once her legs were entwined around my waist. 

"My God! A ... a foot long?" 

"You bet!" I declared in manly pride. 

"But it ... it's so big now! " 

"And your pussy seems tighter, too. That's probably because Grandma's so 
fucking loose down there. Your cunt is like the eye of a needle compared to 
hers. And Daphne's! Christ! There's no comparing Sis' cute slit with 
Nanny's!" I waited for her ankles to lock on my back, then shafted. 

"OWWWWWW!" 

Jeez! Had my prick actually grown that much in a week? I wondered. I glanced 
down, watched the fat cylinder penetrate. The veins, I noted, had grown very 
prominent; thick bluer purple cords beneath the loose outer skin. And it did 
appear fatter. And although I was pushing with all the strength in my hips, 
trying to drive it home, trying to bring the roots flush with her delectable 
twat, it went in by fractions. It was as if Mom had treated her cunt with 
alum: had used too much and made the passage too close to accommodate my 
tool. 

"Motherfucker!" I gasped. "It ... it really did get tighter." 

"May ... maybe I should suck you off, after all?" 

"Man, no! I can't pull out now, can't stop. That'd be like the guy in the 
commercial on TV ... trying to eat only one potato chip. Besides ... I wanna 
get off a good load so it'll stay real hard when you suck me." Digging my 
fingers into the tender flesh of her ass, I pulled back ... thrust and 
strained. 

As my joint bored slowly but relentlessly into her, forcing its way, 
engorging her cunt, Mom asked in a quavering voice, "D-did you really screw 
Grandmother this way? In ... in the shower? Standing up?" 

"Christ, yeah!" I groped for and found her ass-hole. One finger slipped in. 
"Yesterday afternoon," I continued, screwing the finger high in her rectum. 
"First we fucked in the kitchen ... her sitting on the table ... big black 
hairy cunt on the edge ... me humping it into her. Then she went to the 
bathroom to douche. But I still had a hard-on. And when I heard the shower 
running and thought about how good it would be, with soap and water all over 
the place, I sneaked in. She yelled ... just like you did. But before she 
could say no, I was in the tub, with my dick, my hard-on, halfway up her 
belly. Manoman!" Recalling the fuck, I humped so hard Mom's head banged hard 
against the tile wall. 

"Go easy, Johnny." 

"Can't. I'm goin' nuts to fuck you. It ... it's almost all the way in. 
But...." 

"Here!" Mom reached to the soap tray, retrieved and offered the bar of 
Ivory. "Use this. It'll help." 

Releasing one cheek of her ass-so that she listed, one arm and both legs 
wrapped around me holding her up-I transferred the lather from her hand to 
the shaft of my prick. I rubbed it all over my meat and into the open lips 
of her hot cunt. 

"Now push," moaned Mom. "All the way up, Johnny. Fuck Mummy's cunt. Hurry!" 

Once again gripping her soft, wide bottom, planting my feet wider apart, I 
drove my stiffness into her. The soap worked. Inch by hard veiny inch, my 
joint slipped into her. "You're still the best," I told her, driving. "Man! 
Manomanomanoman! Lookit it go." 

Mom's hips moved furiously, up and down, around and around on the meat stake 
in her vagina. "Am I ... urn! UMMMJOHNNYLOVE! Am I better than Grandma?" 

"Ten times!" 

"Daphne?" 

Holding tight to her cheeks, straining, I forced the last stiff inch up her 
white-blonde pussy. I sighed, kissed the creamy column of her slim neck. I 
closed my eyes, soaking, drinking her warmth, expanding and contracting the 
glans of the dick in her belly. I finger-fucked her ass-hole. I nibbled her 
shoulder, and listened to the faint pitter-pat of warm water splashing off 
our naked bodies. 

"Well?" demanded Mom, inching her long, beautiful legs higher, and working 
the feathers deep inside her clinging sheath. "Am I better than Daphne or 
not?" 

"You're different," I told her. "Special! But Sis ... well, when she comes 
home, when the three of us're together again, in the same bed...." 

Mom's sharp little teeth closed tight on my ear. 

"Cut it out!" I bellowed. 

"Can Daphne do this?" Mom worked her inner cunt muscles so tight I thought 
sure the blood would be forced down the length of my hard-on and spurt from 
my ass-hole. "Or this?" She tightened her rectum so tight it felt like the 
bones in my stink-finger were being crushed. 

My foot slipped. We fell; me landing on one knee, cock popping from the 
warmth it had laboriously penetrated. Mom's legs dropped from my waist. Her 
ass hit the wet tub with a loud splatt! She laughed. Her lovely eyes 
flashed, her face cracking open, in a wide, delightful grin. 

It was catching. I fell back onto my buttocks and joined her. I watched her 
heavy delectable tits, round belly, quivery inner thighs shake as our 
laughter mingled and echoed throughout the shower enclosure. 

Still grinning, succulent pussy gaped open, Mom lay back, with long wet legs 
on either side of mine. My foot brushed her thigh. A sudden, kinky idea 
flashed in my mind. Watching her reaction, I moved my big toe up to the 
juicy mouth of her cunt. I wiggled it in the soft curls. When she didn't 
object, I edged the fat toe in her pink gash. 

Mom scowled. Shifting her butt, she smacked my foot away. "You know what I 
want in there." 

"What?" 

"Your thing!" She eyed my stiff prick. 

Still playing, feeling at once dopey and hot and slightly sadistic, I rammed 
the toe back into her twat and said, "What's a thing, hey? A broomstick? A 
toothbrush? Soap? What the fuck kinda thing?" 

Pulling her feet up under her, Mom squatted, eyed me a moment more, then 
leaped. Laughing like two fools, we fell ... her on top. She reached down 
between our bodies, captured my cock in her long, slender fingers. "This 
kind!" she blurted, hair dripping water into my face. 

"Your fucking dick! I want you to screw me with your hard, Johnny-boy maxi 
peg. Okay? Okay?" 

I covered her ass with splayed hands. The wetness made her slippery. My 
fingers glided over her bottom, her hips, like one-legged ice skaters on a 
frozen pond. "Then stick it in for me," I told her. "Stick it back up your 
pussy, Ma. Let's fuck." 

Mother raised up on her knees, positioning her thick blonde bush above the 
nozzle tip of my joint. Glancing down, my meat firmly in hand, she set the 
glans at her .vulva. Her hips came down. Slowly she took my stiffness, my 
throbbing cock, back into the warmth of her sheath. 

I, too, watched. There was nothing more exciting-except maybe fucking 
itself-than seeing my dick grind its way into a tight hairy hole. I watched 
the pink lips of her cunt open wider as my hardness bored in. I lay there, 
caressing her ass, letting her do the shafting. Until there was no space 
left between our lower bodies. Until I once again felt the tight woman heat, 
the feathery grip, at the top of her channel. I flicked my tongue out at her 
taut bouncing nipples. Impulsively I asked, "Ever watch someone else fuck?" 

"Once," Mom admitted. "The same boy I told you about ... the one who took my 
cherry standing up in the hall. We double dated one night, and ... oh! Oh 
Johnny, that's so good. Fuck it into me." She lifted her hips ... pulling 
back until my prick almost escaped ... then ground her tight cunt down the 
length to the hair at my balls. 

I groaned, lifted my stiff throbbing cock into her. I guided her hips from 
side to side ... crazy with the exquisite sensation of soft pussy hair 
rubbing my pubic mound. "Was it good?" I asked, spreading the halves of her 
ass, squeezing them together, marveling anew at the texture, the feminine 
resiliency. 

"Was what good, Johnny?" 

"Watching." 

Slowly, provocatively working her pussy on the knob of my prick, and chewing 
her lower lip-as Daphne often did when we fucked-Mom said, 'UMMM! Kinda. I 
was being fucked, too. I was with the boy who busted my maidenhead, but we 
switched dates ... because I told my girl friend about the time in the hall 
and she wanted it that way. So when we got to the dance, a school thing, she 
suggested we take a walk through the dark classrooms. Everyone knew what she 
wanted ... what I wanted, too. The boys had hard-ons. No one said anything, 
but all four of us were looking for a place." 

"That's what Sis'll be doing soon if I don't screw 'er ... looking around 
for a boy and a place." 

"Oh...! " Mom ground her hips furiously. 

"AHHHHHHHHH!" 

"There! Aren't I enough?" 

"I ... I gotta have Daphne, too. I just gotta! Think how good it'll be with 
the three of us. Watching. Fucking and sucking together. You said it was 
good. Watching, I mean. Did you actually see his hard dick go in? Could you 
tell when he shot?" Lifting my buttocks off the porcelain, I mashed my pubic 
hair into her silky twat. Water from the showerhead splashed in my face. I 
felt it dripping warm down the crack of her up-thrust ass and washing the 
lubricants, cunt juice, from the hot hole I was plowing. 

"It ... it was dark in the classroom," Mom continued. "But we were standing 
side by side, against the wall, me and Kim, my girl friend. The boys had 
their cocks out. They seemed to glow. They were standing in front ... 
getting ready. I....OH! I remember now. Oh, Johnny. Johnnylove." She 
shimmied her knees up to my rib cage. Her buttocks came down on my thighs, 
and her cunt, all fiery and slippery now, glided smoothly on and off, up and 
down the length of my shaft. 

Holding my cum, thinking, although I'd probably never understand women-Mom, 
Nanny, all of them-I sure as hell was learning how to turn them on, I saw 
Daphne in my mind's eye. Her delicious little red-blonde pussy lying open 
next to Mom's white-blonde hairy hole was the object, I reminded myself. I 
pressed, "That's how good it'll be with me, you, and Sis. like in the 
classroom. Better! Manoman, Ma! You ain't never seen anyone fuck like 
Daphne. Maybe you can fuck 'er, too." 

"Johnny Joseph!" 

"Why not? Lotsa women do it together." 

"But she ... she's my baby!" 

"Screw that! I'm your baby, too! Besides ... wait'll you see her sweet 
little gash open, see my cock go in. I bet you'll go ape shit! I bet you'll 
wanna fuck 'er even more than I do." I strained upwards, planted my knob 
even higher. 

I could feel the hot cum-nut building at the base of my tool. "Finish 
telling about the classroom," I said. "About like me, you and Daphne're 
gonna do." 

Mother closed her eyes tight and wiggled her hips round and round. "I ... I 
was hardly aware of what my date was doing to me," she went on in a barely 
audible voice. "I ... I couldn't take my eyes off what the other boy was 
doing. I ... I watched him lift Kim's skirt, her slip. I couldn't breathe. 
He held it bunched at her waist and in the dim light coming through the 
windows I could just about see him move the panties aside. It ... it was 
wonderful. I ... I saw him put his dick there ... at the twisted leg band. 
'Do it!' Kim cried. 'Hurry! Before someone comes!' I watched every move ... 
unaware that my date was doing exactly the same thing to me. I was too busy 
trying to see the other boy's long white cock ... glowing ... in the dark 
... getting smaller ... shorter as it disappeared into the cunt beneath the 
panties. Oh, Johnny. OWWWWWW! It ... it was heavenly!" 

"Gooder than anything, right?" 

"Oh, yes. Yessss!" Furiously Mom worked her cunt ... inner walls milking, 
caressing my pistoning meat. 

Spreading her cheeks as wide as they would go, I twisted the middle finger 
of each hand up her anus. I captured one rubbery nipple between my teeth. 
"Did you all come together?" I murmured, sucking the peak, envisioning me, 
her and Daphne, all arms and legs and hard cock and sopping wet pussy, 
locked in the grip of orgasm. "Man! All four at once, Ma?" 

"I ... I came a dozen times before it was over," sobbed Mother. "I watched 
Kim's pretty face. I knew, could tell by her expression, every time he 
shafted his hard dick into her. And then, for the first time, I felt my date 
pushing the head of his stiff cock up my belly, and I almost dropped because 
I popped off three times. I ... I moaned, crying for it. I watched Kim and 
tried to put my legs around his waist ... as she was doing. But my date 
didn't want it that way. 'Fuck straight,' he told me. 'Just wiggle your ass. 
I like it better that way.' It was a big one. It went in and in and in ... 
as if there was no end to it. All the time I watched Kim and the other 
boy-watched the boy pound it into her pussy, and kept coming and coming." 
She gasped from deep in her chest. Shafting her wet cunt all the way down my 
rod, she held me embedded. "Like now!" she cried. "Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck Mummy, 
Johnny. Fuc ... ow! OWWWWWWWWWW!" 

I, too, was coming. But I had heard enough to know I'd have little trouble 
getting what I wanted when Daphne returned. The knowledge about Nanny, that 
she had given me some after all her pretenses and objections, and getting 
Mom to talk about, remember a multiple turn-on, seemed to have done the 
trick. Now she was experiencing an especially good orgasm, I knew. I could 
feel it in the rigidity of her limbs, the tenseness in her belly, the way 
her vagina, the outer and inner lips of her cunt, breathed insanely on the 
length of my pulsing meat. 

"Jesus! JESUS! JESUS!" I yelled, emptying the cum from my sacs. 

Mom shot her long legs back straight out behind her, and fell flat. She 
sobbed, closed her trembling thighs, and drew the spurts of sticky stuff 
from the tip of my tool. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop loving Mummy," she 
choked. 

"And Daphne!" I insisted. 

"Don't!" 

"Say it, Ma. Me, you and Daphne." 

"All right. All right! Only don't talk anymore. Kiss me. Kiss me and fuck." 

Elated, already making plans for the day Sis returned, I covered her moist, 
parted lips with my mouth. I sucked her tongue. Thinking how good it was 
going to be, the three of us, I dug my fingers brutally into the tender 
flesh of her and fucked the last of my first load of the day into her tight, 
hot, wet and anxious pussy. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

What was missing from the living room, I learned the next day, was the white 
leather case containing Pop's medal. Mom had finally decided that displaying 
the thing merely made her think about the stupid incest bunk. She had 
wrapped it up, along with Pop's spare uniforms, and shipped the entire past 
to Grandpa and Grandma Joseph. We had a new life now; a life free of guilt. 
And, Mom explained, there was no sense keeping anything which made her or me 
or Daphne remember the past. 

The future loomed bright. My sixteenth birthday was a few weeks away and 
graduation from high school waited shortly after that. There were plans to 
be made; college and like that. I had always wanted to be an engineer. I 
sort of pictured myself wearing a hardhat, a roll of blueprints in one hand, 
the other hand resting on a pneumatic drill, standing atop the loftiest 
girder of a bridge under construction. 

I had never before mentioned the engineer thing to Mom. But she thought it 
an excellent idea. We spent the remaining days of Easter vacation discussing 
possible colleges and decided, come the fall term, I could be enrolled at 
City Engineering College. That way, Mom said, not only would I get the 
education I needed, but I'd be able to spend my nights and weekends at home. 

I was thrilled with the idea, elated because Mom always wanted me near. We 
did, indeed, have a new life ... though it hadn't yet begun. Our future, our 
complete break with the past, was to commence the day Daphne, sweet little 
Daphne, returned home from Grandma's place. 

The night before Sis was to return, after supper, Mom asked if I'd like to 
go to a show. I agreed, but suggested a drive-in. It was a warm night. I 
kind of liked the idea of me and Mom being alone in a dark parked car. That 
way, I speculated, if we suddenly decided to do something more than watch 
the dumb movie ...! 

We arrived just after dark and parked at the top of the hill overlooking the 
wide, curved screen. There were several dozen cars scattered about closer to 
the screen, but only two parallel to ours. Mom turned off the ignition, 
settled back, and smiled at me. The feature was about to begin. 

I watched the flick for about half an hour before growing bored. I glanced 
at Mom and almost laughed. Her eyes were closed. I watched her head nod, 
jerk up, nod. My gaze dropped to her breasts. The nipples showed rigid 
through the thin, sleeveless blouse she wore. Her tits, even with clothes 
on, were fabulous. They sagged some; firm but too heavy and huge to point 
skyward without a bra's help. I could imagine Sis' small, pointy tits. They 
were adorable ... there was no denying that! Even though I hadn't seen them 
in weeks, I remembered every bump on her nipples, every contour. But there 
was no comparing her delectable little melons with Mom's mature tits. That's 
what turned me on-the contrast. I had to see them together, naked, in the 
same bed. Sort of before and after. Sort of seeing Mom as a girl, and now. 

My gaze dropped lower to the tight blue pedal pushers she wore. She sat 
slumped in the corner, back against the door. Moonlight played on the 
slacks, on her thighs, and where the material dug into her crotch. I loved 
seeing her in tight clothes, loved most of all undressing her. I moved 
closer. 

Mom sighed. Her small chin dropped to her breast. Cautiously, not wanting to 
wake her but unable to resist, I touched the peak of one tit. It seemed to 
grow tauter beneath my fingers. My cock, too, was growing. 

I reached for the first of the row of buttons down the front of the blouse. 
It popped open. The material spread, revealing the deep, perfumed cleavage 
between her creamy melons. Quickly, dick standing tall in my pants, I undid 
the second and third button and opened the blouse to her waist. 

Mom's eyes didn't open until I pressed eager lips to the big pink nipple of 
her left breast. She didn't say anything. She enjoyed having me suck her 
nipples, and now, as I tongued and wetted it, her hands came up and held me 
close. 

Drawing the salty peak of her breast deep inside my mouth, I licked all 
around the darker pink, almost red, base. Mom shivered. She slipped lower, 
pushing the lever which made the entire front seat jump back. Now there was 
ample room between us and the steering wheel. Mom lifted one knee, making 
her crotch accessible. Without further persuasion, my hand dove between her 
long legs. 

"I thought we were going to the movies," whispered Mom, as if the others in 
the cars on either side of us might hear what she said. 

"Lookit them." I pointed. 

Mom glanced out the window to the car on our left, about fifty feet away. 
The young couple in the front seat were locked in a heated embrace. As they 
kissed, the car's brake lights, like small winking red eyes, flashed 
spasmodically. 

"Guess what they're doing?" I groped for the zipper at the hip of the pedal 
pushers. 

Mom sniffled. "You shouldn't be peeking." 

"Then gimme something to look at." I found the zipper, yanked it down. I 
wedged my hand in between the slacks and her nylon panties. My fingers crept 
over one hip, to a half-moon of flesh. "You can take out my cock," I told 
her. "It's hard. Take it out and hold it awhile." 

Mom gave me one of those "you're terrible" looks. But her hand dropped 
without hesitation onto the bulge in my pants leg. She fumbled with my fly. 
I heard the faint hiss of brass on brass. A soft breeze wafted in the 
partially open window and caressed the head of my joint as she freed it from 
the confining jockey snorts. 

"Wanna suck me?" I asked, wondering why in hell people had to wear 
underclothes. 

"Ummm!" Mom kneaded my meat. 

"First take off your pushers." 

"Someone may come by, Johnny." 

"Fuck 'em!" I undid the button at her waist, slid back across the leather 
seat, and hastily pulled the pants off her lovely legs. My dick jerked 
anxiously as her creamy thighs came into view. I threw the pedal pushers 
into the back of the car, and, too hot, too anxious to get my prick in her 
face to stop long enough to take the panties off, cupped her hot bush. 

Mom bent forward. Her mouth hovered over my joint. I felt her moist breath 
on the glans. I touched the back of her head, pressed down. I drew a sharp 
gasp as her soft lips made contact. I felt her mouth open, take me in. Since 
the first time, the time I had to force her to eat my dick, Mom had really 
learned her stuff. Now she curled her wet lips inward over her sharp little 
teeth and sucked me all the way in without a . hitch. 

I closed my eyes, sat back, and enjoyed the feel of her warm mouth moving 
slowly up and down the length of my stiffness. I could hear the voices 
coming from the speaker hung from the window on the driver's side of the 
car. It was an old cowboy flick. Someone was pulling a stick up, and someone 
else was saying, "Take it all. But don't shoot. Don't shoot!" 

It wasn't such good advice, I thought. For already I was about to plant cum 
in Mom's lovely face. I opened my eyes, watched her pistoning blonde head. I 
glanced from her to the young lovers in the other car. Now the brake lights 
flashed rapidly as if they, too, were approaching orgasm and had begun a 
steady, straining, pedal pumping fuck motion. I worked Mom's panties aside, 
spread the wet lips of her cunt, and squeezed her hard clit between thumb 
and forefinger. 

Soon Mom's head was moving so fast it was almost a blur. And the cum was 
jacking its way up-like a car jack lifting a bumper-the length of my cock. 
"Suck it, Ma," I groaned.-"I'm almost home. Keep ... keep it all the way in 
and work your tongue." 

Mom's hand dove inside my pants, searching for my balls. She found them, 
held them snugly but tenderly in the smooth palm of her hand. She mumbled 
something I couldn't make out, but which sounded like shoot! I pressed her 
head down, down, all the way down. 

"Mo-ther-fucker!" I lifted my hips into her face. She was good, Mom was; the 
best lay, and the best cocksucker ever. I held my cock buried to the roots 
in her face and pumped hot gooey gobs of semen down her gullet. When we had 
finished, when Mom lifted her flushed face from my lap, and smiled, I took 
her into my arms and kissed her swollen pink lips. She cuddled against me. 
She continued to play with my rod and I continued to play in her pussy, and 
we continued to kiss, tongues searching, until both of us were panting for 
air. 

Tearing my mouth from hers, licking the wetness, the cum, from her pouting 
lower lip, I eased her back and down on the seat. Her head hit the steering 
wheel. I was always knocking her head against something, it seemed. "Now 
let's fuck," I told her, reaching for the waistband of the panties. 

"There's lots more room in back, baby." 

I stopped; glanced into the back of the car. She was right. "Climb over," I 
said. 

The panties half on, half off her lovely, wide hips, Mom tried to comply. 
But she had gotten only one leg stop the backrest, moonlight and light from 
the big screen caressing her lower body, when I saw the dark crack up her 
ass. 

"Johnny, stop!" Mom struggled as I grabbed her, bent her forward over the 
seat, and pressed the head of my dick between the lush cheeks of her soft 
ass. She reached back, trying to ward off penetration, looking frantically 
from window to window. "They can see!" she squeaked, indicating the car on 
our left and trying desperately to get over the seat. "John-neee!" 

Jesus! I thought. Mom was getting more and more like Sis every day; playful, 
little-girlish, making everything better, sexier, more fun with her 
halfhearted protests. "They're fucking, too," I told her, yanking the 
panties down, exposing her exquisite white cheeks. And before she could 
protest further, wiggle away, I moved my joint down and under and forced the 
tip into the hot velvet lips of her cunt. 

"Ohahhh!" Mom grunted and bucked. 

I held her hips, shafted once, twice, half a dozen times, and planted the 
glans high in her incredibly tight, fiery, silky vagina. But the panties 
were still in the way. With the elastic waistband tight around her upper 
thighs, I couldn't get her legs open the way I wanted them. "Are they new?" 
I asked. 

"Huh?" Mom had already stopped struggling, and I could tell, by the scratchy 
sound of her voice, that she didn't know and probably didn't care what in 
the hell I was talking about. 

"Your panties. Are they new?" I shafted out and in, grinding against her on 
the rebound. "Ow! Owahhhhhhh!" 

Fuck it, I thought ... I'd ripped underclothes before. I liked doing it, 
anyway; kind of kinky. I pulled back some, took hold of the flimsy nylon, 
and, with one mighty tug, shredded the panties from her thighs. Now only my 
pants and shorts remained to be gotten rid of. So with my dick planted high, 
and holding her over the seat with one hand in the small of her back, I 
undid the belt and one button, shimmied the pants down my legs ... then 
realized, for the first time, as an infant first becomes aware of the thing 
dangling between his legs, that the shorts, as long as my cock was in Mom's 
belly, wouldn't come off. 

Perplexed, I stared down at the winking eye of her ass. With her belly atop 
the backrest, bent far forward, melon tits hanging over into the back of the 
car, her juicy, football-shaped vulva was puffed out and back to meet my 
invading prick. I watched the fat pink halves breath on the meat protruding 
from her love hole-and sliced off, it seemed, by the stupid shorts. 

"Shit!" In one unbroken movement, I pulled my joint out, whipped the shorts 
down, and drove back up her warmth. 

"Ahummmmmmm!" Mom tightened her cunt muscles. Her hips jerked convulsively. 

Now I could see my dark cock hair against her round, alabaster cheeks. 
Hurriedly I pushed the shorts down my thighs, lifted first one knee, then 
the other, and kicked the pants and shorts off me feet. 

"They're w-w-watching us," croaked Mom as I took hold of her hips and began 
to stroke in earnest. 

I glanced out the window on the driver's side of the car. The young lovers 
in the car to our left were, indeed, watching. But the brake light were 
blinking faster and faster as I plowed my long dick in and out of Mom's 
tight pussy. The girl, a brunette, with short, curly hair, big eyes, and 
tits, it appeared, no bigger that Daphne's little hillocks, was sitting 
sideways in the guy's lap. I could imagine her saying, "Do it! Stick it up 
me!" while they watched our antics. 

What would they say, I wondered, if Mom and me strode nonchalantly up to 
their car, poked our heads in the window, and said, "Switch?" 

Again Mom tried to wiggle away, to climb over into the dark back seat. "My 
God!" she whispered when I held her. "Lookit them, Johnny. They ... they 
haven't taken their eyes off us once since we s-s-started." 

Again I glanced down, watched my slippery dick, coated with white goo from 
her cunt, slide luxuriously in and out. Being watched didn't bother me. But 
what would it be like to watch someone else climb between Mom's quivery legs 
and shaft a stiff joint into the pussy I loved? It was a wild thought! Other 
than Daphne, the three of us together, I had never before considered sharing 
Mom. But now, with the young lovers in the other car showing such unwavering 
interest, the flashing brake lights giving them away as surely as if they'd 
hung a sign which read FUCKING out the window, the idea captivated me. 

While Mom continued to squirm and try to unshaft herself from my pistoning 
rod-never taking her eyes off the other car-I looked back over my shoulders. 
A neon sign blinked REFRESHMENTS beyond the fogged windshield. Hot buttered 
popcorn! No, I thought, glancing once more to the other car, looking from 
there to Mom's fat pussy, hot buttered cock! 

The young lovers didn't seem the least bit surprised when, dragging a 
reluctant, disheveled Mom by the hand, I arrived at the other car. They, 
too, had straightened their clothes and now sat, side by side, grinning 
uncertainly. 

My heart raced. I could see the girl's slim white thighs, and the shadowed 
area beneath the hem of her minidress. But suppose they objected, I 
wondered, having momentary misgivings as I opened the door on the passenger 
side of the car. "We ah ... we saw you, and ah ... saw you watching us," I 
sputtered. "We ah ... we thought maybe ... perhaps...? " 

Bending into the front seat, Mom trying to pull me back in the direction of 
our own car, I watched the cute brunette's uncertain grin become a smile of 
acceptance. "Hop in," she invited. She looked past me to Mom. "Your friend, 
too. It's really no fun watching a movie with only one other person to-" she 
laughed to talk to!" 

"But we don't even know them!" hissed Mom as I yanked her after me into the 
back seat. Even in the dim light, the blush on her face was apparent. She 
sat in the corner closest to the door we'd entered ... an unwilling smile 
pasted on her moist, parted lips. 

No sooner I slammed the door shut, the guy in the front seat introduced 
himself as Larry, introduced the petite but stacked brunette as Tricia, and, 
resting his chin on the arm across the backrest, ogled Mom. I, too, put 
titles on the bodies offering themselves in trade. 

"Is she really your mother?" asked Tricia, disbelief in her wide brown eyes. 

I leaned forward, close to her face, nodded. I watched her bring one small 
hand up to her mouth ... feigning horror. She was young, about seventeen, I 
estimated; a moon-shaped face, bowed, bright red lips, a pert nose, and long 
eyelashes that never stopped batting. "Who's he?" I asked, indicating Larry, 
who was firing questions of his own at Mom. 

"Oh ... just a friend," replied Tricia. 

"Tell your friend to get back so I can get in...! " I let the implication 
dangle. But my cock wasn't dangling. It had gone I impish between our car 
and theirs, but now was growing stiff. 

Tricia exchanged glances with Larry. Looking to me, as if to verify my 
acceptance, Larry opened the driver's door, jumped out, and entered the back 
of the car. Too anxious to bother with a whole lot of doors, I scrambled 
over the seat. 

Mom looked daggers at me from the back of the car. But Larry already had his 
arm around her shoulder, hand suspended above her right tit, and was 
badgering her with more questions. His cock, too, I noted, was growing 
stiff. There were cum stains at the fly of his black pants. I turned to 
Tricia. She sat with one leg under her ... the hemline of the flower-print 
mini doing nothing to hide the fact that the crumpled white panties on the 
floor belonged to her. 

"Do you come here often?" asked Tricia, touching my upper thigh with a hand 
smaller than Daphne's. 

I repaid the compliment: prick shooting up straight when my fingers met the 
warm flesh above her knee. "First time for us," I answered. 

"We come all the time," said Tricia, putting too much emphasis on the second 
word. "Last week we parked down there." She pointed in the direction of the 
refreshment stand. "The car alongside us ... well, there were two couples 
swinging. One in front, another in back." 

I drew a deep breath. "You mean ass-hole fucking?" 

"No, silly. One in the front seat, another in the back seat ... fucking 
straight!" Tricia moved her tiny hand to the fierce bulge in my pants. 

Tearing my eyes away from her crotch, I glanced into the back of the car. 
Larry wasn't wasting any time, either, I noted. His hand was buried in the 
neck of Mom's blouse, kneading a tittie, and although Mom had both hands 
against his chest, as if in protest, I could tell by the strangled look on 
her face, the way she was breathing, that she was enjoying it ... ready to 
open her legs and let Larry finish what I'd started. 

Turning back to Tricia, dick aching, gaze once more riveted to the shadow 
where her thighs came together, I asked, "Is ah ... is that the way you like 
it, too?" 

Tricia cocked her head. 

"Fucking!" I added, inching my hand up the inside of one silky thigh. "You 
like it straight or what? " 

Tricia gritted her teeth and closed her fingers on the bulge in my pants as 
my hand brushed lightly against her bare pussy. "I like it all ways," she 
replied, pressing her bush into my probing fingers. "That's why we come 
here. We almost always find somebody ... just like we found you. The guys in 
the other car, last week, the ones I mentioned ... well, I took both of them 
and Larry at the same time." 

"Man!" I could imagine Tricia sucking one guy, fucking another, and a third 
cock up her ass-hole. I shimmied my butt across the seat, close to her, and 
lifted the hem of the mini. I groaned. Her cunt was covered with a thick 
mass of tiny black coils ... stuck together with hardening cum at the chubby 
pink lips of her love hole. 

"How do you like to do it?" whispered Tricia, unzipping my fly, and 
thrusting her hand inside the pants, fingers searching. 

I hadn't bothered with the troublesome jockey shorts and now I jumped six 
inches off the seat, as if touched by a live electric wire when her cool 
little fingers closed around the thick hard shaft of my rod. "For openers," 
I said, tracing the slit of her pussy, "how about like you and Larry were 
doing before me and Mom came?" 

"Don't you wanna kiss me first?" Tricia slipped her slim legs over mine and, 
offering her glistening red lips, wiggled her warm naked bottom crosswise 
onto my lap. 

Even before our lips met, the enraged head of my dick was meeting the hot 
lips of her cunt. At the same time as her mouth opened to take my tongue, 
the mouth of her pussy opened to take the swollen glans. It slipped in 
smoothly ... going up, up. Without the slightest resistance, as if it had 
been tailor made, the entire length of my stiffness buried itself in her 
hole. I felt her teeth clamp down on my tongue and what felt like soft gums 
clamp down on the knob of my cock. 

Joint soaking at the top of her vagina, I ran my hands hungrily over the 
halves of her ass. It was a good ass, not nearly so big as Mother's, or so 
round and saucy as Daphne's, but soft and wide and jiggly in my lap. Now I 
wished I had taken off my pants before shafting her. For, as with Mom, I 
wanted to feel the sensation of bare woman flesh against my cock hair. But 
this time, unlike with Mom, it was a relatively simple oversight to correct. 
I abandoned her warm ass for a moment, undid my belt and one button, and, 
Tricia helping, lifting first one lovely white thigh, then the other, worked 
the pants down my legs, and off. 

Sighing into her moist open mouth, I returned my hands to her buttocks, sat 
back and savored the feel of a strange cunt milking my rod. But Tricia 
refused to remain still. She wiggled like a bagful of puppies. Her juiced-up 
cunt seemed to crackle. Her bottom moved round and round ... up-down, 
up-down, swabbing my prick, my nuts, my cock hair, with her wet, loose but 
oh, so fucking good pussy. 

Finally Tricia came up for air, slowed down and rested her small curly head 
on my shoulder. She giggled. I looked from her twat to the back of the car. 

"Larry---likes it best that way," said Tricia. 

"Man! All the time?" 

"Well, most times. He---likes to start and finish that way. He's kooky about 
it." 

I gaped at Mom and Larry. It was weird. Wild! After all the trouble I'd gone 
to, to make her suck me off the first time, there she was upside down, knees 
resting atop the back seat, beautiful big naked ass churning cunt into 
Larry's face, and mouth moving slowly up and down the length of his rigid 
pole. With a stranger yet! They had gotten undressed in record time, it 
seemed, and had begun sucking each other off while I was slipping my hard-on 
into Tricia. Now all I could see was the top of Larry's head between Mom's 
heavy thighs. Her lush ass, upside down like that, the hot crack open, 
appeared to have swallowed his face. His cock appeared to be inches longer 
than mine, and yet Mom-rolling her eyes to look at me each time Larry lifted 
her only to let her wet mouth glide down his rod again-took every hard inch. 
They made loud sucking noises; Mom's a sort of subdued gurgle, and Larry's 
the hungry sound of a jungle cat lapping. 

"Once he did me like that on the Ferris wheel," said Tricia, buttocks 
flattening as she mashed her cunt down on the roots of my dick. 

That! even I couldn't imagine! And I suppose the skepticism showed on my 
face, because as I worked the buttons down the back of the mini-dress, 
anxious to get my hands on her pert titties, Tricia added, "It broke down. 
The Ferris wheel, I mean. Me and Larry were stuck on top half the night. It 
was our first date, but kind of cold, too, and when the guy who runs the 
wheel called up with a loud speaker-saying it'd be an hour or more before he 
could get us down-I let Larry feel me ... figuring to keep warm. Wow! Talk 
about keeping warm! I thought he was nuts when he asked me to suck him like 
that. But when I saw how fat and bony-like his dick was ... well, two 
hundred cops with riot gear couldn't have stopped me from going down on him. 
like that!" Again she looked to the back seat where Mom and Larry now were 
going at it so wildly, so noisily, showing so much enthusiasm the entire car 
shook. 

Undoing the last button, I slipped the dress from Tricia's shoulders. She 
was wearing a bra. It squeezed her firm boobs so tight, the top half of each 
protruding, there appeared to be two delectable little melons in each cup. I 
undid the snap at her back and slipped the straps from her arms. Two 
adorable, rose-tipped creampuffs, whiter because of the dim light in the 
car, popped into view. 

"They're too small," breathed Tricia as my mouth covered a nipple the size 
of a gumdrop. She held my head close. She closed her thighs, sawed her ass 
back and forth ... as if my joint were the lever controlling the Ferris 
wheel she'd spoken of and it was cold and she was trying to warm herself up 
before coming. 

Watching Mom from the corner of one eye, I assured Tricia her titties were 
just right, bite size, and sucked her taut little nipples. The ass in my lap 
began a slow, steady grind. But the big ass in the back of the car-Mom's 
luscious upside-down bottom-moved with the speed of a bear running downhill. 
I felt a sharp pang of jealousy. For a moment, I regretted having come the 
distance between our car and Larry's, and wished it was me eating Mom's 
pussy, tonguing and sucking her slit. I watched the fat halves of her ass 
rub together each time her head moved up, down. I watched Larry's long dick 
slip smoothly in and out of her mouth. I heard them sucking. I watched and 
listened and thought, Jeez! Now I knew how Mom felt when I talked about 
Daphne! 

Tricia quickly wiped the qualms of doubt from my mind. Purring like a kitten 
being fed warm milk, she lifted her knees and swiveled around on my cock. 
Now she sat facing me, her dress wrapped like a loose sash around her tiny 
waist, her hot black pussy dripping juice down my balls. In the back of the 
car, Larry groaned and Mom gasped. "He's shooting off," Tricia said. She 
reached down, encircled the base of my prick with thumb and forefinger, and 
squeezed while moving her cunt back and forth. 

"That's good," I told her. "Keep that up and I'll be coming soon, too." 

"Can't you fuck any faster?" 

"Not like this." 

"I thought you wanted it this way?" 

"I did, but...! " I fell with her onto the seat. 

"Why didn't you say so?" Tricia straightened her legs so she lay spread open 
on top. "Better?" 

"I ... I think maybe it'd be even better yet with you on the bottom." 

Tricia's big brown eyes flashed hotly. "I think maybe you're a little bit 
crazy!" 

Again we tumbled until she was on the bottom, curly head close to the 
steering wheel, and I lay between her gaped open young thighs. I raised up 
on outstretched arms. I drew my hard cock from her hole-rammed it back just 
as she opened her mouth, as if to protest. 

"T-that's nice," cooed Tricia. 

"Want more?" 

"As much as you've got." 

"Raise your knees." I wanted a sloppy fuck. So I waited for her to comply, 
then made her bring her raised knees up to her breasts. Now her cunt, her 
ass-hole, everything down there, lay open, exposed to the fullest. Again I 
withdrew my stiff cock-this time all the way out-and swiftly, before her 
eyes could blink twice, rammed it into her rectum. 

"OH! You fuckin'...." 

"Don't you like it up there?" 

"Yes. YEA-US! But stop teasing! Stop ... ow! Stop taking it out and putting 
it in and fuck me someplace," she begged. 

Her ass-hole was good, much tighter than the sopping wet hole I'd vacated. 
But with Mom and Daphne, I had all the tight fucking I wanted. I was 
beginning to enjoy watching her face crinkle up, as if she were going to 
cry, each time I performed a surprise maneuver. I glanced sharply into the 
back of the car. Mom had finished sucking off Larry and now they lay on the 
seat, lips glued together, him locked between her strong thighs, and 
humping. 

"Johnny, please!" Tricia cried. 

"Which hole?" 

"OhhhHHHWWW!" 

I jerked my rod from her ass-hole and returned the shit-smeared cylinder to 
her sloppy wet cunt. 

Tricia reached down, again encircled the base of my joint with thumb and 
forefinger, and held me planted. "D-don't pull out. Don't! I ... I'm almost 
ready to ... umph! To ... ow! D-don't tease no more, Johnny. Please! Fuck 
me! I ... I'm almost ready to come. Fuck it into my pussy all the way u-up!" 
Her legs shot up and locked, like steel cables, high on my waist. Her 
bucking ass came high off the seat. Her sopping wet cunt closed like a 
frightened clam. 

I cupped the hot cheeks of her ass. "Your cunt ... ummmmmm! Man! It's deeper 
than ... than a sewer!" 

Tricia giggled. Churning her hips off the cool leather seat, she said, 
"Larry ... owahowww! Fuck it, Johnny. Eeeeahhh! Larry says I've got the 
deepest pussy he ever saw. He ... umohhh! He says I could take a horse. An 
elephant! He 

... OWEEEEEEEEE! He once shoved the fat part of a baseball up me and said a 
midget could climb in and never be heard from again." 

I believed it! Her sloppy hole was the deepest I'd ever encountered ... even 
deeper than Grandma's! I pounded my dick in to the hilt. I mashed my coarse 
cock hair into her black curly bush. I strained and strained and still ... 
no fucking bottom! 

"Fuck it out!" demanded Tricia, squeezing my waist in the vise of her 
slender young legs. "Pump it into me! In and out fast. In and ... 
EEEUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Out!" Her legs shot higher on my back, heels doing a 
frantic little dance, sloppy cunt splashing around on the meat in her belly. 

I humped. I pulled back, as far as I could manage with her strong little 
thighs holding me prisoner, and drove deep. I kneaded the halves of her ass, 
as if the melons were pink balls, and I was an athlete building grip-power. 
From the back of the car came the sound of sweat slick belly slapping 
against belly ... and the mewing noises Mother made when a stiff cock was 
about to shoot off and her silky white-blonde pussy tightened and became an 
oven of feathery bliss. I pressed my lips to Tricia's left nipple and 
sucked. I listened to the sounds announcing Mom's orgasm, moved my hands 
feverishly over the smooth contours of Tricia's small ass, and fucked my 
joint, my stiffness, in and out of her juicy, young, gaped open gash. 

When Tricia came, I thought sure the springs in the front seat were going to 
rocket us through the roof of the car and into orbit. Her hot little hips 
threw my bucking ass skyward. She squealed and dug sharp fingernails into 
the flesh at my waist ... feet and calves slapping against my back ... loose 
cunt suddenly tight, and milking the cum worms, the cream, up from the sacs 
smacking against her trembling buttocks. 

"Keep it tight!" I told her. "Man! Manoman! Work it, baby. Oh baby baby! 
Fuck! Fuck it around! Ah! AHHH! OHHH! OHAHHHHH!" I mashed my lips to hers, 
gripped her ass cruelly, and pistoned my dick all the way in and out of the 
hot hole in her lower belly. Semen shot like molten lava from the glans. I 
fucked it into her. Spurt after spurt. I listened intently to the love 
noises in the back of the car, the similar noises Tricia and, the sound of 
my prick sloshing in and out of her, and, in my mind's eye was fucking Mom 
and Daphne and Tricia, stiff cock jerking, leaping from pink gash to pink 
gash and filling each delectable hole with hot cream. 

As the last of my load popped off, I felt a familiar finger blazing a path 
up my rectum. Tearing my lips from Tricia's sweet mouth, I yelped, "Jesus, 
Ma!" 

"Mustn't leave the poor girl wanting," said Mother in a deep, passionate 
voice. She was leaning over the back of the front seat, succulent boobs 
swaying freely as she twisted her slender stink-finger up my ass-hole, to my 
prostate. Eyes heavy-lidded, lips swollen from kissing and sucking, Larry 
grinning at her side, she added, "Have to keep it hard, baby love. Mummy 
wants another fuck when you're through." 

I grunted, another hot load leaping up from my balls into Tricia, worming 
its way down the length of my hardness, out, and coating the lips of 
Tricia's cunt, her ass-hole, the crack, with white goo. 

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" cried Tricia, grinding her ass, seeking more. 

"How about a foursome?" suggested Larry, speaking to no one in particular, 
but cuddling, bent over Mom's back ... obviously working his dick in the 
crack of her ass. 

"Foursome?" Mom, finger tickling my prostate gland still, looked wide-eyed 
back at him. 

"Sure! One on top, one on the bottom, one astraddle and one up behind. It'll 
be difficult in the car, not much room, but that'll make it even groovier." 
Larry reached around to toy with Mom's big-nippled globes. "Okay?" 

"I guess," replied Mom. "Johnny?" 

I was busy! The finger up my ass had given new life to my meat and I was 
stoking the thing into Tricia. But everything had worked out rather well, I 
decided ... anticipating the next day. 

"Let them screw," said Larry. "We've got time. There's another feature after 
this one." 

"Fuck it all the way into me," moaned Tricia as the finger popped from my 
ass-hole and Larry again dragged Mom down into the back seat. 

I obliged. I shafted my joint in and out of her cunt with renewed vigor. 

Back home again, I thought about Daphne, sweet little Daphne, and about Mom, 
beautiful Mom, and about what we were going to do when Sis-unaware of what 
had been happening in her absence-walked through the door, bag in hand, 
tight red-blonde pussy not suspecting a thing, and was whisked away to be 
fucked. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

We slept late next morning. Sis wasn't expected until sometime after lunch. 
Nanny had called, the night before after we returned home from the drive-in, 
to say Daphne was to help her with shopping before boarding the noon bus. So 
I and Mom, together in her bed, slept off our exhaustion and didn't get up 
until the bells in a nearby church steeple announced midday. 

I was famished. Mom prepared a smorgasbord breakfast of eggs, sausage, 
pancakes, fresh rolls, and butter, and a pot full of steaming black coffee 
which filled the entire house with its delicious aroma. 

Then we showered. Separately. Neither of us wanting to expend one ounce of 
energy before Sis arrived. Afterward, we sat in the living room; Mom in a 
shortie housecoat, nothing beneath, me in pajama bottoms-talking about 
everything but what was foremost in our minds. Finally, just as I was 
beginning to think Sis would never arrive, we heard her high little voice on 
the front steps. 

"I ... I better do the breakfast dishes," said Mom, displaying a momentary 
lapse into nervousness. She fled to the kitchen. 

I was waiting in the foyer when Sis entered and closed the front door. I 
took her bag, set it down, and eyed the creamy columns of young flesh below 
the hem of the green minidress she wore. She smiled, chirped hi! and stood 
on tiptoe, prepared to place a sisterly peck on my cheek. Instead, I wrapped 
my arms tight around her waist, crushed her close, and kissed her full on 
the lips. 

Daphne held back. Her sweet little body arched into me but her lips refused 
to open, and when I dropped one hand to her rear, tracing the crack down to 
the hemline of the mini, she broke abruptly away. "C'mon!" she objected, 
trying to get past me. "John-neee! You ... you know what Mummy said the last 
time she caught us fuc ... fooling around!" 

I grinned, trapped her in the corner at the living room entrance, and rubbed 
against her until my dick began to rise. "That was last time," I told her. 
"Now Mom's all for it. We talked it over and decided that what you need most 
is some good fucking." 

Daphne gave me a "who're you kidding" look. I watched her nose crinkle up in 
the cute way I adored. There was disbelief written all over her face, in her 
big blue eyes. And although her body was willing, braless titties showing 
hard nipples through the thin dress, she continued to move her cunt away 
each time I tried to center the stiffening meat in my pants. 

"Will you c'mon!" she squawked when, despite her protests, I slipped my hand 
beneath the hem of the mini, around and behind to her saucy bottom, and 
squeezed one tender mound of nylon-covered ass flesh. 

I wanted to rape her, to throw her down on the foyer floor, tear away her 
clothes, and pound my meat into her until she yelled. Her ass was on fire, 
it seemed. Even through the panties, I could feel her little-girl heat. That 
was the one thing about Daphne I liked better than Mom; from the waist down, 
Sis was always a furnace, where Mother's heat began to generate only after 
she was worked on awhile. I jiggled Sis' cheek, pressed my free hand to her 
little round belly, and inched down. 

"Johnny, don't!" cried Daphne in a small, strangled voice, wrapping both 
tiny hands around my wrist and trying to keep my hand off her pussy. "I ... 
I don't believe it about what you said about Mummy," she blurted. "Mummy'd 
never agree to anything like that. I know it. I know it!" 

Was she ever in for a few surprises, I thought, forcing my hand down and 
under the hem of the mini in front. My fingertips brushed the moist slit 
where the panties were wedged deep in the tight lips of her cunt. She 
continued to protest, to struggle. But it had been so long since we fucked, 
since she'd felt a hard dick in her belly, her sweet little legs almost gave 
when I covered the springy mound at her crotch and rubbed and rubbed while 
her hands tried to push me away. Her attempt was feeble. 

"Oh. Don't make me." Sis turned her face away when again my lips sought 
hers. But the hands on my wrist, fingers too small to go all the way around, 
were merely resting there now. And as I kneaded her hot little pussy-other 
hand stealing beneath the panties in back, fingers moving toward the lovely 
little crack up her ass-her eyes closed, and she began to chew her lip in 
the way she had of telling me she was ready to fuck without ever having to 
say a word. 

"Hold still and lemme kiss ya, Daph." 

"Nooo!" 

"Afraid? Think maybe you won't be able to say no? You wanna give. I know it. 
I bet your cunt's achin' to take a hard dick, right? How long's it been, 
Daph? How long?" My rubbing motion had shifted the panties and now I could 
feel soft pussy hair against the palm of my hand. I rubbed harder. Harder. 

"Oh...! Mummy'll kill us if...." 

"She won't." 

"Will too." 

"Okay then. Suit yourself. Hey, Ma!" I hollered. 

Sis' eyes got as big and round as the plastic eyes on a stuffed teddy bear. 
Furiously she pushed at my hands, wiggled, yelped. She was still thrashing 
about in the corner, trying to straighten her dress, when Mom-long beautiful 
legs bare below the shortie housecoat, feet resting in a pair of fuzzy 
slippers-appeared at the doorway between the living room and foyer. 

For a moment, face flushed, hands fluttering like birds at the belt of the 
terry cloth housecoat, Mom eyed us. She watched my hands work beneath Sis' 
dress. Then she sighed, grinned and shrugged, looked from me, to Daphne, and 
said, "Wouldn't you rather take off your clothes first, dear?" 

The stupefied expression on Sis' cute face was an incredible sight. I'm in 
the wrong house! she seemed to be thinking. She looked from Mom to me, back 
again, her sweet little mouth hanging open, eyes bulging. 

I laughed. Mom made a sound close to laughter. And while she and Daphne 
talked their silent eye-language, I pushed Sis' panties far to one side and 
twisted my long middle finger up between the hot hairy lips of her adorable 
cunt. 

"Maybe she doesn't like it standing up?" Mom, apparently having decided to 
tease, folded her arms across her breasts. She leaned back against the 
casement. The housecoat fell open, exposing her snatch. She eyed us 
critically. 

Deciding to go along with the joke, I looked from Mom to Sis. "You like it 
this way, Daph." 

"I ... I ... I...." 

"Or better laying down or bent over or what?" 

"Maybe she wants it up the behind?" offered Mom. "Like New Year's Day. She 
seemed to like that pretty good. Is that the way you prefer it, dear?" 

Daphne stomped her foot. "Sto-op." 

"Stop?" Mom's eyebrows rose. She looked at me. 

"Stop?" I looked at Daphne. "Oh...! " Sis fumed. Again she stomped her foot. 
Her color went from bright pink to red. 

"How come all of a sudden everything's okay?" she demanded. 

Mom's expression went suddenly sober. She seemed to be thinking. Her face 
lighted up-as if the answer to Daphne's question had occurred to her. 
"Because Johnny has a hard-on," she said simply. "And we can't let the man 
of our house walk around like that ... can we, dear?" 

Sis still couldn't believe it. Even after Mom followed us into the bedroom 
and sat on the edge of the bed to watch. "I ... I feel funny," she said, 
eyes on Mom as I pressed her back onto the sheets, lifted the hem of the 
mini, and placed my lips to the hot slit at the crotch of the panties. 

"Oh, don't!" she breathed as I again shifted the nylon to one side and 
covered her moist little lover hole with my mouth. She continued to squirm 
and protest, looking skeptically from me, to Mom. She lay there: soft white 
thighs apart, feet dangling over the side of the bed, pussy wet and nipping, 
but so taken by Mom's sudden permissiveness that each time my tongue flicked 
against her pink clit she made a halfhearted attempt to twist away. 

Finally, when I had gotten Sis' cunt so wet the smell of her seemed to fill 
the room, Mom joined in the fun. "Sit up, dear," she directed. 

"W-w-what f-for?" asked Daphne. 

"So Mummy can take off your dress. It's much better without clothes to get 
in the way." Mom lifted Sis' small shoulders and, while Daphne blinked 
confusion at me, went to work on the buttons down her back. 

"Lookit this, Daph." I squeezed the mighty bulge at the crotch of my 
pajamas. "Take it out for me. Go ahead." 

Sis hesitated. Her little hand fluttered uncertainly at the fly of my 
pajamas. 

"I'd take it out myself," said Mom. "But I only have two hands." She undid 
the last button and pushed the dress off Daphne's smooth shoulders and down 
to her waist. "Take it out for Johnny, sweetheart. Be a good girl. Mummy 
wants to see you hold it ... put it up your pussy." 

"Mother!" cried Daphne. 

"Oh, horseshit!" I yelled, driving my fingers hard into her red-blonde 
pussy, pressing her back on the bed, and covering one pink nipple with my 
mouth. Unable to wait any longer, to play anymore, I undid the snaps at my 
fly. My stiff joint sprang free. I squeezed Sis' cool little fingers closed 
on the shaft. 

"That's lovely," cooed Mother. She undid the belt at her waist, threw the 
housecoat open. Her big tits, the nipples rubbery hard, bounced free. Her 
hand fell to the white-blonde bush I adored. 

Now Daphne seemed to think better of the whole affair. For as Mother began 
to finger-fuck herself, eyelids drooping as she watched, the tiny fingers 
wrapped around my cock grew eager. I gasped as she began working the loose 
outer skin-whacking me off. She opened wider, knees cocked outward, feet 
together, making her cunt more accessible. He hot little round ass began to 
move. And when my mouth deserted her tit, once again seeking her lips, she 
turned her face to mine and willingly opened for my darting tongue. 

We kissed for a while; tongues overlapping, searching. And when I pulled my 
mouth away, Sis kept her eyes tightly closed and began chewing the lipstick 
off her full lower lip. I kissed down her warm body to where the dress lay 
bunched at her belly button. I made her lift up, worked the mini off her 
hips, down her slim legs. Now she lay naked except for the panties and 
pumps. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the nylon undergarment, and, 
tonguing my way to her pussy as the nylon came off, disposed of the last 
obstacle. 

Mom moaned as I bared Sis' sweet sex. She lifted one knee onto the bed and 
drove a finger rapidly in and out of her twat. I watched for a moment. But 
my prick was so hard, so anxious to be sheathed in the red-blonde tightness 
it hadn't felt in too long a time, and Daphne was by now so willing, not 
even the sight of Mother readying herself for fucking could hold my 
attention. 

Throwing off my pajama bottoms, I made Sis turn and lie spread-eagled on the 
bed. Hastily, before Mom's presence distracted her, I positioned myself 
between her trembling white thighs. With my hand, I attempted to set the 
glans of my cock at the wet mouth of her pussy. 

"Let me do that," whispered Mom. 

Daphne's eyes and mouth opened. Wide-eyed, she watched Mother take hold of 
my dick and place the swollen head in the tight pink slit below her 
red-blonde curls. "Oh Mummy, Mummy," she breathed as the fat nozzle went in. 

With Mom's hand on the shaft of my joint, Sis' hot cunt sucking the tip, I 
drove. 

"OWWWWWW!" Daphne's ass came off the bed. Her tiny hands gripped my 
shoulders. "Oh, do it, Johnny. Do it! Do it! Do it!" 

Breathless, blood pounding in my temples, I watched my stiffness disappear 
into her wedge ... up to where Mom's hand held me. It was fantastic: even 
better than I'd anticipated. To my right, the housecoat wide, pussy and tits 
showing, lovely gray-green eyes slitted, lips parted, sat Mom. And beneath 
me, wide blue eyes still displaying little-girl wonder, hard nipples begging 
to be sucked, lubricants flowing and velvety inner cunt muscles working, lay 
Sis. It was, indeed, like seeing Mom before and after. For now, with passion 
contorting her adorable face, Daphne's features were Mom's. 

"Take your hand away," I told Mom. "Lemme fuck it into her." 

"Yes," cried Daphne. "Do it, Johnny. Hurry! Do it! Do it!" 

Mom obliged. She released my dick and gritted her teeth as the long meat 
cylinder bored all the way up Sis' tight cunt. Then, as my balls came to 
rest against the satin texture of Daphne's wiggling buttocks, Mother threw 
the housecoat off and across the room, and scrambled onto the bed ... face 
between our outstretched legs. 

Mom's tongue at my ass-hole forced my cock even deeper into Sis' belly. I 
gasped as the livery wetness slipped down and over my cubes. 

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Daphne's hips jerked convulsively as the tongue which had 
abandoned my ass-hole and nuts flicked along the underside of her gash. 

"Give me a pillow," ordered Mom. 

Without hesitation, not knowing what she was up to but sure it was good, I 
reached for one of the pillows at the headboard. Quickly Mom took it from 
me. "Lift up, dear," she directed Daphne. "Let Mummy-" she paused to fold 
the pillow, wedge it beneath Sis, elevating her pelvis-"get this under you! 
There! Um! Now I can lick both my lovelies." 

"Jesus, Ma!" t yelped as the damp warmth of her mouth covered my ass-hole, 
sucked. 

"Me too." pleaded Sis. 

Again Mom's slippery tongue licked down and over my testicles, making Daphne 
quiver. Sis squealed ... tightened her cunt on my shaft as Mother flicked 
pleasure across the lower half of her vulva, in the crack of her ass. The 
tongue darted from Sis to me, to the roots of my sex, back again. And each 
time it completed the route-abandoning Daphne for a moment, darting into my 
ass-hole, washing my nuts-Sis thrust her small hips skyward and worked her 
hot pussy like crazy, like a thousand miles an hour, on my pistoning 
stiffness. 

Gooder than anything! I thought. I glanced back. Over my shoulder, I could 
see Mother stretched lengthwise between mine and Sis' legs. Her legs, too, 
were stretched wide. She was fucking her cunt into her coarse bedspread. The 
big white cheeks of her ass rubbed together. Her thighs quivered. I could 
imagine the juice, the smell, spewing from her pussy. I looked from her to 
Daphne ... watched Sis' breasts juggle each time she raised her hips into 
me. My cock pulsed. There was a fist in my chest squeezing the air from my 
lungs: another in my lower abdomen ... squeezing the cum, white-hot orgasm, 
up from the sacs being washed by Mom's skillful tongue. 

"M-M-Mom-weeeeee!" wailed Daphne. Her knees shot up. Planting her heels on 
the bed, she lifted up, up. Her hot cunt closed vise-like on my pole. 

"Motherfucker Motherrrrr!" I reached for Sis' round ass, gripped the halves 
in my hands, and pounded my cock hard into her belly ... crazy with the dual 
sensation, the feathery feel of cunt nipping my meat, and tongue, Mother's 
wet, noisy tongue, licking furiously back and forth, back and forth. 

Daphne's feet did a cute Mexican hat dance when I popped off. She lifted her 
hips, milking. Her cunt became a soft glove, captured and held my spitting 
prick at the top of her contracting vagina. My cum flooded her sheath, mixed 
with her juices, seeped out and was taken in by Mom's lapping tongue. I 
strained off blast after blast ... eyes closed ... forcing Sis' hot little 
ass, her delectable pussy, into me. Mom's finger darted high in my rectum 
... coaxing more cream. Daphne moaned, I gasped, Mother sucked. The semen 
gashed like Niagara from the glans of my cock. 

We rested: me panting, lying on my back, Mom and Daphne on either side of 
me. I watched a fly walk upside down across the ceiling tiles. Reaching the 
light fixture, it paused. It ran around in circles. It chose a direction, 
scurried around the fixture, and continued on to the molding, where it 
leaped suddenly into flight. It buzzed overhead-a reconnaissance plane. Then 
it dove: strafing the terrain on its way to the breakfast smells lingering 
in the kitchen. 

"Boy!" said Daphne, rolling onto her belly and propping her chin in the 
cradle of her hands. "I never ever expected anything like this! Are ... are 
we gonna do it like this all the time? I mean ... all three?" She looked 
from me to Mother, the incredulous, little-girl innocence again opening her 
eyes like a stuffed teddy bear's. 

Mom, too, rolled onto her belly. "Johnny?" 

I looked from Mother's big, soft ass to Sis' smaller, but nonetheless 
adorable bottom. There was a delightful dimple at the top of Daphne's crack 
and her round buttocks were covered with almost invisible fuzz which caught 
the light coming through the slits in the blinds. Mom's ass, too, had a dip 
at the top of the crack and her cheeks were covered with lighter though 
thicker fuzz. But Mom's heavy halves displayed dimples at the curve along 
the underside, too, where Sis' cheeks were too slim to possess this 
additional feature. And the white-blonde down at Mom's anus puffed out low 
in the crack-like a shy, wispy-headed pet-where Daphne's ass-hole fur, 
almost brown in color, was short and hidden. 

Sis continued to look at me with the question in her eyes. Is there 
something special about today or are we going to triple-fuck every day, she 
seemed to be wondering. 

Grinning at Mom, recalling what we'd done with Tricia and Larry during the 
second feature the night before, I said, "You think this is something? 
Manoman! You should've come with us to the drive-in!" 

Mom humphed. "She's still too young for anything like that!" 

Daphne turned onto her side, legs cocked at the knee, one hip up-thrust, 
displaying the glistening wedge I'd shot off in minutes before. "Like what?" 
she demanded, curiosity replacing the wonder in her eyes. 

Dropping my right hand to Mom's lush ass, fingers deep in the crack, and 
weaving the fingers of my left hand in Sis' pubic curls, I said, "We fucked 
four ways last night. Manoman, Daph. Two cocks and two cunts pissing cum." 

"That Larry ... his dick is even more insatiable than yours," added Mom, 
hand seeking my half-hard meat. "I ... I had no idea what he was doing when 
I went down on him with my mouth. 'Go up!' he said, lifting my legs over his 
head. 'Suck me off upside down!' I ... I felt myself being turned-ass over 
heels-and thought, MY GOD! HE'S TRYING TO STRANGLE ME! So big, too. I didn't 
think I'd ever be able to take it all. But once he got me up there, cock 
pistoning in and out of my face and tongue washing my slit ... well, I 
didn't think I'd ever want to do it any other way." Her hand began to work 
on my prick. The halves of her ass quivered and tightened under my touch. 

"Up-upside d-d-down?" squeaked Daphne. 

"It was marvelous," continued Mother, opening her legs, offering her 
ass-hole. "I felt his big dick all the way down my throat. He ... he cupped 
his hands beneath my thighs and held me and let my mouth down. It went in 
and in ... getting fatter as I sucked. And all the time him eating me. And 
Johnny and Tricia fucking in the front seat of the car. I could hear them 
... my Johnny-boy's maxi peg dipping into another wet cunt. And. instead of 
being jealous, as I thought I'd be, I listened and sucked the fat dick in my 
face all the harder." The hand on my stiffness darted to my balls, cupped. 

"And that wasn't even the good part," I told Daphne, fingering her 
delectable pink slit. "I mean ... we screwed half a dozen times, Mom and 
Larry doing it every which way in the back of the car, and fucking Tricia 
was good, but man! Afterward, when my joint was so limp I thought sure it'd 
never come up again, the four of us got together in the back seat. 'A 
foursome,' Larry kept saying. I didn't think there was enough room back 
there. And I really didn't know what he meant by a foursome. We sat there, 
the four of us, naked, waiting for Larry to explain. Mom on the bottom, he 
said ... lying full length on the seat. Me between her thighs, fucking. And 
Tricia. Man! Tricia's black pussy astraddle Mom's face so me and Mom could 
suck her while we screwed. And Larry ... Jeez! Larry with his hard cock up 
Tricia's hole ... nuts dangling within licking distance of Mom's tongue. 
Manoman!" I burrowed one finger deep into Mom's puckered ass-hole and 
another into Sis. My dick, as I recalled the groovy scene in the back seat 
of the car, jerked fully erect. 

Mom groaned. Apparently she, too, was recalling the scene. Her hips bucked 
off the bed. The slippery walls of her rectum clamped tight on my finger. 

Sis glanced from my face to my stiff cock. She watched Mom's hand move 
slowly up and down the shaft, watched my finger work up Mom's hole chewed 
her lip and pressed one tiny hand over the fingers probing her pussy. "I ... 
I wasn't gonna tell," she said finally, mysteriously. "Some ... something 
happened to me, too. At Nanny's. Day before yesterday." 

Holy shit! I thought. Had my five days with Grandmother-five days of almost 
continuous fucking after years of abstinence-left her so hopped up, so 
horny, she'd taken advantage of sweet little Daphne? I could imagine her; 
fat Grandmother ass mashing the sopping wet sloppy cunt I'd fucked into Sis' 
adorable, virginal wedge. Or sucking! Had they been sucking? I could imagine 
that, too ... cunt to mouth, cunt to mouth ... lapping each other home. 
"What'd fucking Nanny do?" I demanded. 

Daphne scowled. "Not Nanny, silly." 

"N-not N-N-Nanny?" 

"Nooo! Great Uncle Harry." 

"My God!" whispered Mom as I rammed my finger to the hilt up her ass-hole. 

"Harry came to visit," Sis went on, one hand pressing mine tight to her 
crotch, the other vying with Mother's for possession of my joint. "He came 
early in the day ... on Friday. I was in bed when he arrived. 'I didn't know 
you were here,' he said when he stepped into the bedroom and caught me lying 
there in nothing but panties. 'My, you've grown,' he told me. 'My! My!' He 
could see everything, I knew. But he didn't do much of anything then. He 
just looked ... licking his lips and pretending-like you used to do, 
Johnny-not to look at me down there. My titties were bare, too. But I didn't 
bother to cover up. 'What the heck,' I thought, 'it's only nice old Great 
Uncle Harry!' " Rubbing the palm of her small cool hand over the knob of my 
cock, she stared ... as if waiting for me, big brother, to assure her she'd 
done the right thing. 

I hadn't seen Great Uncle Harry in years. But even then, I recalled, he was 
gray-haired and going bald and had a beer belly. I didn't know which was 
more ludicrous: the mistaken image I'd had of Nanny with Sis, or the image I 
now had of fucking Great Uncle Harry and his big cock. 

"What in the world did he do?" asked Mom. She relinquished custody of my 
rod, twisted away so that my finger popped from her ass-hole, and sat, knees 
raised, arms wrapped tight around her long, lovely legs ... wet cunt and the 
crack of her ass open to my hungry gaze. 

"Yeah, Daph ... what'd he do?" I was dying to fuck, to suck a pussy, but 
anxious to hear the story, too. I commanded my overeager dick to behave and 
be content for a while with the gentle ministrations of Sis' fingers. 

Daphne bit down hard on her full lower lip. She, too, I could see, was eager 
to screw. Her hot little cunt was dripping goo all over my hand and each 
time my fingertip brushed across her clit, her hips, her little round belly, 
inched toward me. Closing her thighs tight on my hand, caressing the glans 
of my prick, my hairy nuts, she continued: 

"It ... it was at night. Nanny went to bed early, and me and Harry were 
alone in front of the TV. I kinda knew. He'd been looking at me all day ... 
watching when I bent over the sink to do the dishes ... asking dumb 
questions about me and boyfriends, and if Mummy let me date, and what the 
boys did to me when we were alone. It was cute! There he was ... not two 
feet away from me on the old daybed thing in Nanny's living room ... 
pretending not to look at the crotch of my leotards. I'd worn the white 
leotards and a crop top with nothing underneath, knowing he could almost see 
through them ... just enough to make it fun. 

"I was so hot! You ... well, today's the first time in so long, and I didn't 
think Mummy'd ever let you do me again. So when we started to talk-this time 
him asking if I ever let a boy feel me-I lied and said I'd let every boy in 
class feel my titties. Wow! You should've seen his face! He got all red and 
sweaty and moved closer. And then, when I got up to change the channel on 
the TV, knowing the light showed right through my leotards, his big veiny 
dick almost burst through the fly of his pants." She moved closer and rubbed 
the fat tip of my joint in her pussy. 

"Hey! How about me?" blurted Mother. "Don't I get to get laid today." 

"Man, yeah!" I assured her. "Well, how about now?" Mom spread her knees 
slowly, provocatively. Her heavy thighs came apart. Her pussy gaped open. 
She put her hand to the slit, and, with long slender fingers, spread the 
lips wide. Her fat clit poked out. 

"Chee-rist!" Pushing Sis' hand away, I threw Mom down on the sheets and came 
up behind. "You get behind me," I told Daphne, setting the head of my dick 
firmly in the fuzz at Mom's hot ass-hole. "I gotta have you this way," I 
told Mom, driving. "Man! Your fuckin' hole ... ahhh! I haven't shafted it to 
you this way in ... oh! Ohmanohmanoh! I ... I haven't reamed your tight 
shitter in d-days!" 

Daphne came up behind me. I felt her springy bush against my rear. I had 
never before been between two cunts in bed, and the sensation, the feel of 
Sis' pointy little tits digging into my back, snatch grinding against my ass 
as I forced my stiffness up the warmth of Mom's rectum was like being 
sandwiched between two pillows. But these pillows were delectably fuckable; 
both had hot, hairy holes, in front and rear, waiting, even anxious, to milk 
the cum from my prick. Both had mouths made for sucking. And both, I 
decided, humping my long dick up, up, up Mom's ass-hole, were going to feel 
my stiffness in every hole they possessed before any of us got out of the 
bed. 

"Oh...! What about meee?" complained Daphne. 

"Finish ... ah ... telling about Harry." 

"Yes, dear. Finish ... oh, Johnny love! Johnny! Johnny! Johnny! That's ... 
umhhmm! So good! Finish ... ahhhh! Finish telling the story, Daphne. What 
... urn! OH! What d-did Harry do-owwwww-fuck it up, Johnnylove. UP! And 
D-Daphne ... UM! Tell us all about ... ah! All! A-b-b-bout Uncle 
H-H-Harreeee!" 

"He fucked me!" snapped Sis, apparently displeased with the arrangement. 

I looked back at her. She eyed me hotly. Her cute lower lip, all the 
lipstick kissed or nibbled away, pouted. I thought for a moment ... decided! 

"Darn you, Johnny!" wailed Mom as I yanked my cock from her bottom, rolled 
her onto her back, spread her thighs, raised her knees, and set the head 
once again at the open mouth of her rectum. 

"Now you get astraddle Mom's face," I told Sis. "Just like last night ... 
only one less stiff one." 

Eagerly Daphne obeyed. On her knees, thighs spread wide, she placed her hot 
pink gash directly above Mom's wide gray-green eyes. Spunk dripped down. And 
as I replanted my stiffness in the hole it had only moments before vacated, 
and gripped Sis' hips in preparation of eating her pussy, Mom threw her head 
back, moaned, pulled my dick deep into her belly, and caught the drops of 
cunt juice in her mouth. 

Insisting Sis tell us the rest of the story, I and Mom double-tongued her 
red-blonde pussy, her slit. She gripped my shoulders, and, humping her cunt 
even faster than I was humping my meat into Mom, dug sharp little claws into 
my flesh. But I was beyond feeling pain. For now my pulsing tool was lost in 
the sweetness of Mother and all I could feel was the exquisite heat, the 
tightness, the wonder, the slippery softness of her magnificent ass-hole, 
"He ... he asked if ... if he c-could feel my titties some," said Daphne in 
a small, gravelly voice. "I ... I let him. And wow! His r-rod came up like 
all crazy! It stood there in his lap ... at least a foot high. I was dying 
to touch it ... t-t-to take it all the way up in m-my p-p-pussy. Ow! Oh, 
J-J-Johnny! Mummy!" 

"Tell!" I persisted, driving my tongue rapidly in and out of her gash, 
kneading the tender flesh of her ass, and pumping my meat in a slow, 
tantalizing fuck motion ... in and out, deeper each time, back and forth in 
the hot hairy hole at the bottom and between Mom's frantically churning 
rear. 

Daphne's fingernails dug even deeper into the flesh of my shoulders. "He ... 
he played with my titties awhile ... all the time looking down. 'Hasn't 
anyone ever touched your little pussycat?' he asked finally. 'Don't tell me 
a big girl like you doesn't let the boys fuck around a little down there.' 
He was getting braver, I thought. He wasn't even trying to hide the bulge in 
his pants. And when he looked up from my crotch and saw how I was biting my 
Hp, trying like all crazy to sit still, he kinda grinned. 'How about letting 
your old Great Uncle Harry feel you there?' he said. 'Just a little bit. Not 
much. I won't hurt you. Uncle Harry's always gentle with little lambs. And 
if you don't like it, if honey sugar wants me to stop, I'll stop.' But I 
didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to start and not stop ever! I was all 
drippy down there. Gooey. On fire. And when his fingers dug in ... gentle at 
first but digging in real hard when he saw I wasn't going to stop him, 
forcing the leotards and all up my pussy, I threw my arms around his neck, 
opened wide, and waited and waited and waited." 

"Ma-annn!" My cock, deep in Mom's tight ass-hole, was nearing another 
explosion. Mom, too, I could tell-because now her strong thighs were high on 
my waist-was nearing orgasm. And Sis, as she told the kinky story, was 
spewing juice like a leaky faucet from the cunt in my face. This time, 
neither Mom nor I had to tell her to continue. Mom's tongue licked her 
crotch, the rounded underside of her small buttocks, while I lapped her 
slit, and the words, like the semen inching up from my sacs, poured freely: 

"Uncle Harry,' I whispered. 'Y-you can t-take off my leotards if you want.' 
He sorta blinked ... as if he couldn't believe it. 'It ... it's okay,' I 
told him. 'I ... I'm not a virgin. I been fucked lots of times.' That kinda 
did it. Breathing like all crazy ... so hard I thought, Wow! Maybe he'll 
have a heart attack? Maybe fucking's too much for him? Maybe ... ow! He 
pushed me down on the daybed and fumbled around for the zipper. It was 
funny. He was all thumbs and hard prick. He couldn't find the darn zipper 
hidden beneath the little flap-thing in back. So I did it for him. I reached 
back, worked the silly thing down, and watched his eyes get big when the 
leotards opened at the waist. Wow! For a minute, all he did was look. Then 
he took hold of the waistband, as if the leotards were made of glass and 
might break, and eased them down. Real slow. Me squirming. Until the stupid 
things were down below my bush, and he grunted and pushed them halfway down 
my thighs and buried his face, his lips, his tongue, in my hair. like n-now. 
like ... owwwwwwwwwwwww! J-J-John-neeeeeeeee!" 

I and Mom were working to bring her home. Our tongues slapped together as we 
licked. And the muscles deep in Mom's rectum, her belly, were working to put 
me in orbit. I fucked my cock into her. Hard. As hard as I could. I licked 
and lapped Sis' cunt and finger-fucked her ass-hole. I sucked and fucked ... 
all the time imagining Great Uncle Harry, face in the red-blonde twat I was 
eating, stiff prick ready to drive, and balls aching ... just as mine were 
aching to unload. 

"He ... he sucked me awhile," choked Daphne, mashing her gash in my face. 
"But he wouldn't take out his dick. Not until I reached down, and grabbed 
him, and said, 'Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me please!' Then he unzipped his 
fly and ... oh, Johnny! It was the biggest one! All red and veiny. 'Oh! Fuck 
it up into me!' I told him. But the leotards were still on my thighs and he 
was still sucking. So I pushed the dumb leotards all the way down and off 
and made him get on me, on the daybed, and without even waiting for him to 
take off the pants, shoved the fat tip up ... ow! OWWWWWWW!" She thrust her 
cunt far forward. "Up my pus-seeeeeee!" 

I ejaculated. The thighs on my waist squeezed tight; Sis' juices spewed out 
over my face and the cum, rivers of it, poured from my cock. I held Mother's 
wide hips ... grinding. 

"My Johnny love. My ... ahummmmmm!" Mom bucked so high off the bed, so 
suddenly she almost unseated me. 

"Suck me!" squealed Daphne. 

"Fuck me!" sobbed Mom. 

I willingly obliged. My pistoning dick plowed even faster through the 
wetness flooding Mom's hot ass-hole. I lapped. And as the last of my gism 
fell, adding the soft afterglow of fucking to my orgasm, both Sis and Mother 
bathed me with sticky love lotion. It belched from the mouth of the 
white-blonde pussy so near my rod, soaking my cock hair, and oozed from the 
curly red-blonde scruff in my face. And even before Mom and Daphne began to 
slow down, momentarily satisfied, I was ready to go again. 

Sis slept. She lay on her stomach, sweet little rump in the air, arms and 
legs thrown wide in little-girl abandon. Her breathing was almost a snore. 
Mom, too, it appeared, was napping. She lay on her side, back to me, bent 
knees making her big creamy buttocks more prominent, sexier. Again I was 
surrounded, it seemed, by soft, pink and white ass flesh. 

I sat up, looked speculatively from one, to the other. Again I compared. I 
bent close to Daphne. There was a freckle on her alabaster left cheek, I 
noted ... the only blemish. I studied the crack. It opened like a fork in 
the road between the back of her young thighs. I bent closer, gently spread 
the smooth halves, and kissed and smelled her ass-hole. 

Turning from Daphne to Mom, I inched down on the bed, lay on my side, and, 
face close to the deep split, spread her lush cheeks. The residue of my cum 
lay tangled in the fuzz at her anus. Her ass, compared to Daphne's plump 
little backside, was what a plum is to a grape. And the smell! Even that was 
different. She exuded the scent of maturity; warm mother cunt. I kissed and 
licked the cum from her tight sphincters, kissed down the back of her 
thighs, up, up the crack, reached around and fondled a tit. I pinched the 
nipple. It sprang taut. I went to the other huge breast, toyed with the peak 
while licking up the center of her back. 

Mom sighed and stretched. She half turned toward me, smiled with wide-awake 
eyes. 

"I thought you were sleeping." 

"Uh-uh. Just thinking." 

"About me?" I moved up ... snuggled close to her back and let my cock poke 
its way between the top of her thighs. Which way, I wondered. There were so 
many ways to fuck, and with Mother each one was better than the one before. 

"About us." Mom turned to face me ... the movement placing my prick in the 
silk stuff at the top of her thighs. "About you, me, and Daphne. About 
what's going to happen if anyone ever finds out." 

"Fuck 'em!" 

"Johnny I" 

"Well, what the heck do we care? Daphne's got us, and you have me, and it's 
gonna be like that forever." I pressed both hands to her big-nippled breasts 
and rolled my palms on the peaks. I meant every word. I didn't care who 
found out, never had. And now, now that Mom and Sis had overcome their 
inhibitions, I couldn't care less. 

"Listen, Ma," I said soberly. "Everybody wants to do what we're doing. 
Grandma. Great Uncle Harry. Everybody! And lots of them do it, too. Only you 
never hear about that because everyone's too busy worrying about what 
someone else might say. I bet if you could sneak in every house just on our 
block you'd find a dozen fathers fucking kids even younger than Sis. And the 
only reason there ain't more kids like me screwing their moms is 'cause 
there ain't many mothers aroun' who look like you." 

Looking deep into my eyes, Mom said nothing for a long time. She seemed to 
be weighing what I'd said. The clear gray-green windows below her blonde 
brows grew misty. How beautiful she was, I thought. Not only her body which, 
now that I'd had my way with Daphne and could have her again at any time for 
the asking, was ten times as appealing, twenty times as delectable, but her 
face, her thoughts, too, were beautiful. I didn't think I'd ever tire of 
her. Not even when she grew old ... older than Grandmother. 

"When I think back," said Mom finally, "to when I was a girl and Pop used to 
find the darndest excuses to get into the bathroom while I was in the shower 
... well, I suppose what you say is true. And Uncle Harry! My God! Although 
it never even dawned on me then, he used to hold me on his lap one hell of a 
lot. I was just about Daphne's age, too ... just beginning to develop." 

"I don't blame him." I covered one fat nipple with my mouth, sucked. I 
reached for her big ass. "If your ass was anything like it is now," I added. 

"More like Daphne's," said Mom pensively. "Back then, I was just about her 
build. In a few more years, when the little dear matures, she'll fill out 
like me, I suppose." 

"Yeah!" I squeezed one lush cheek. I could imagine Sis filling out, her ripe 
little body growing up to fill Mom's clothes. 

"And now that I think about it," continued Mother softly, "there were girls 
who used to tell me stories about their uncles and brothers and cousins. 
There was one, a cute little redhead, Angela something or other, my roommate 
for a while at college, who told me about an older brother who broke her in. 
She said he used to sneak into her bedroom late at night ... even before she 
could come ... before she had hair down there. Half the time she was asleep 
when he came in. But she always awoke and pretended. And each night he grew 
bolder. First he just felt her ... outside the pajamas. But after a while, 
she said, when he learned she wouldn't awake, he took out his cock and began 
to rub it in the crack of her ass, on her crotch." She shivered, closed her 
eyes and pressed close. 

"I used to fuck around with Daphne like that, too," I said, rubbing my dick 
in her pussy. "We used to listen to you and Pop fucking, and pretend to 
wrestle. I must've dry-humped her ten thousand times." 

"Urn!" Mom shifted, centering the head of my prick. She stroked my hair. Her 
belly pressed tight to mine. "Angela said her brother always waited 'til 
their parents were asleep before sneaking in. It took him almost six months 
to get up the nerve to take her pajamas off, she said. He used to just rub 
it against her and grunt and come. But then one night, a party or something, 
and Angela and her brother had been sipping whiskey, he undid the rope belt 
at her waist and worked the pajama bottoms off her hips. She never wore 
panties....not even when we were roommates at college. And then the boy saw 
her little naked bottom, she said, and began to move his hard dick up and 
down the crack ... ummm!" Again she shifted, moving down and into me ... 
wedging the tip of my joint in the hot lips of her pussy. 

"That's what I mean," I told her, kneading her ass and wiggling my cock 
until the glans was lost in her warmth. 

"Urn! That's nice, Johnny." 

I let the tip soak in the moist heat of her lower cunt. I glanced back over 
my shoulder. Sis was sleeping still. Her little round bottom, all soft and 
bright in the bifurcated light from the window blinds, was about the size of 
the girl's Mom was talking about, I supposed. And it wasn't difficult at all 
to imagine someone, someone like me, sneaking into the bed and pressing a 
stiff dick in the crack while she slept. 

"He just fooled around some at first," Mom went on. "Angela said he was 
frightened ... afraid she'd awake and yell. So he just rubbed it up and down 
in the crack and shied away from her pussy. But she was hot, too ... more 
curious than anything, she said. So she rolled onto her back, still 
pretending to be asleep, and lay there spread-eagled. She could see him, she 
said, by squinting into the dark. He kneeled over her, cock in hand. He 
lifted the pajama top ... exposing her hard little titties. Then he worked 
the bottoms all the way down and off. And then, Angela said, with her about 
ready to scream if he didn't do something soon, he positioned himself 
between her legs, set the head of his dick at the hole in her virgin pussy 
and-" she hugged me to her, worked her inner cunt muscles, pulling my joint 
deep-"pushed in!" 

"Want me to fuck you?" I teased. 

"Ummm!" 

"But suppose someone finds out? About me, you, and Daphne and all?" 

Mom giggled. "Fuck 'em!" 

I laughed with her. "Fuck them or fuck you?" 

"Them and me. Me especially, though." Mom rolled onto her back, taking me 
with her. She spread her thick thighs wide, arched her body, and said, "Fuck 
me good. Just me and you. While Daphne's asleep, I want you all to myself." 

"Lift your knees then. I can get more in you that way. Maybe we should put a 
pillow under your ass?" 

"All right. But hurry!" 

I reached for the pillow we'd used to prop Daphne's sweet little rump up for 
my first fuck. The pillowcase was stained with hard cum. It smelled of cunt, 
too, I decided. The entire bed smelled of sister and mother pussy ... just 
the way I liked it. 

"High enough?" whispered Mom as I shoved the doubled-up pillow under her 
hips. 

"Lemme look!" I pulled my stiff cock from her hole, slid down her belly, and 
studied my handiwork. Her pussy sat high in the air. With her knees raised, 
feet planted wide apart on the bed, I could see far up her sheath, her 
ass-hole. 

"Well? Find something you like?" 

In reply, I buried my face in the ripe honey-dew melon between her thighs, 
sucked and blew. She shivered, strained. I batted my tongue against her hard 
clit as a drummer brushes the cymbals. With two fingers, I spread the lips 
of her vulva as wide as they'd go, and drew the little pink hard-on into my 
mouth between my teeth. I nibbled. 

"AHHHUM! Come back here, you!" Mom grabbed me by the hair, yanked. She 
dragged me up her tense body and held my head pressed to her breasts. 

"What'll you do?" I taunted, chewing her nipples, rubbing my cock all over 
her bush, along the smooth inside of her thighs, but refusing to let her 
trap it. 

"Stop fooling. You ... you'll wake Daphne." 

Over one luscious boob, I glanced sidelong at Sis. Mom was right; I owed her 
a good fucking, and if Daphne awoke, joined us, I'd be able to devote only 
half my attention to the white-blonde pussy sitting high and open and ready 
on the pillow. "It won't go in by itself," I told her. "Sort of dumb today. 
Can't find the hole. Help it some." 

Mom readily guided my stiff dick through the silky coils to her pink slit. 
She set the head in place. "You do the rest," she breathed. "There's only 
one way to go now. UP!" 

"Like this?" I thrust. 

"Y-yes!" 

"And this?" I fucked half the length of my stiffness into her. 

"You know it. You know Mummy too well. You know e-everything she---likes!" 
Mother wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulled my mouth down to her 
moist, parted lips. 

As we kissed, tongue meshing with tongue, I pulled all the way back and, 
with a mighty lunge which would have made Daphne, Nanny, anyone else cry 
out, drove my long, hard dick, from tip to hilt, up the tight, wet channel 
between her hot legs. I stayed deep. There was a difference in texture, too, 
I decided ... between Daphne and Mom, I mean. Inside, Daphne was all 
little-girl wonder nipping the length of my prick. But Mom's cunt had 
finesse, nipped in a more subtle way, and clamped tight, like the jaws of a 
hungry shark, at just the right moment. I moved my hands down her sides, 
exploring every curve, every valley, continued down along the outside of her 
thighs, over and up the inside. I explored the place where the columns 
joined her body and formed the gap at her crotch. With thumb and forefinger 
on each hand, I encircled the roots of the fat pole up her pussy. The rest 
of my fingers pressed down, splayed over her mound. I felt the lips of her 
cunt turn outward on my cock. I stoked. It seemed tighter. I pulled back and 
rammed hard. Mom's ass came off the pillow. I ground my nuts, cock hair, 
into her, pulled back, jabbed, pulled back. And then, just as my dick was 
about to slip from her love hole, I gripped the soft halves of her ass, and 
forced myself up, up ... cock further into her belly, it seemed, than anyone 
had ever been before. 

Squeezing me close, so tight I thought sure I'd bust, Mom held my meat 
buried. She lay still for a moment-apparently savoring the hardness, the 
throbbing, anxious thing engorging her vagina. Then she began to move. 
Slowly. Ever so slowly at first. And then, mouth sucking the breath from my 
lungs, her hips began the familiar fuck tempo destined to carry us home. 

Lips still glued to Mom's sweet mouth, I opened my eyes and again glanced 
sidelong at Daphne. She was still lying on her belly, cute little cheeks in 
the air, outstretched like a rag-doll, but now her big blue eyes were 
staring at me. She watched my every move. like a curious kitten watching a 
ball of yarn, her gaze followed the steady up-down rhythm of my hips. Hey! 
That looks super good-gooder than anything! she seemed to be thinking. And 
although she didn't move or say anything, the sharp little teeth locked 
tight on her swollen lower lip said, loud and clear, FUCK ME! 

You're next, Sis! I thought. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Mom. She 
suddenly dropped her knees wide, parallel with her pelvis. I gasped. My hips 
jerked convulsively all by themselves as the mouth of her cunt opened 
incredibly wide, and the hot upper passage, where the glans of my prick was 
embedded, closed tighter than it had ever closed before. 

Something new, I wondered. Or was it just the last of the barriers coming 
down, and now, with nothing holding her back, Mom was really showing me what 
good, uninhibited, mother-son fucking was all about? 

Breaking the kiss, Mother asked, "Ready, ba-by love?" 

"Al ... almost. Just a little bit m-more like you're doing. Jesus! It's 
never been this fucking good before!" 

Mom's laughter came from deep within the hard-tipped mounds of whipped cream 
on her chest. Her hands slid down my sides, to my buttocks. I knew what was 
coming. I gritted my teeth and tried not to lock my sphincters. "AHHHHHHH!" 

Daphne giggled. 

"What in the fuck's so M-funny?" I roared. 

"You! You get all dopey and dumb-looking when you're ready to come," she 
replied. 

I looked from her to Mom's lovely flushed face. She was grinning like a 
fool. For now her stink-finger was embedded high in my rectum and she knew, 
just as I knew, the slightest tickle in the right direction would blow the 
lid off my stiff throbbing cock. 

The tickle came without warning. Again I yelled and Daphne giggled. I fell 
with my weight on Mother's accommodating body, my face in the warmth between 
her tits. And as the cum raced up from my balls, half a dozen fifty-gallon 
drums full, it seemed, I reached across the bed and dug my fingers hard into 
the hot crack of Sis' adorable little ass. 

"Now fuck me, Johnnylove," said Mother as my dick stopped spitting and grew 
steely hard. 

I pulled back, shafted. Daphne moved closer. I twisted my middle finger high 
in her hole. With my free hand, I kneaded Mom's succulent left boob. I was, 
indeed, a lucky guy, I thought. With Mom and Sis to add variety, what more 
could I ask for? 

Mother answered the question for me. "What you need now is two pricks!" she 
said. 


THE END
