The Twins Have Mother
by Peggy Swenson


CHAPTER ONE 

Penny sprawled on her back in the thicket of bushes and leaves. She watched 
her fifteen-year-old twin brother, Peter, wriggle down under the bushes 
beside her. Penny said, "We can't stay away too long or Mom and Lars'll 
start wondering." She boldly put her hand on the big bulge that was 
developing in his tight blue swim trunks. 

"Don't worry about it. We can say we got lost or something." 

Peter regarded his twin sister fondly. Penny was coltish-long legged, narrow 
hipped, but amazingly full breasted. Her green bikini top barely covered the 
round bulk of her soft mounds. 

Penny wore a beaded Indian headband to control her long, straight red-brown 
hair. Her golden brown eyes snapped with excitement and daring. She squeezed 
Peter's cock. "Want me to jack you off quick or slow this time?" 

"Slow. I'll finger you off slow, too." He slid his hand under the elastic of 
her bikini bottom. His fingers touched the first curly hairs on her mound. 

"God, if Mom knew what we do sometimes!" Penny giggled. She regarded Peter's 
beginning mustache critically. She touched it with a fingertip. "It should 
be long and droopy over the corners of your mouth ... like the old-time 
gunfighters." 

"Mom doesn't even want me to have long hair. A handlebar would drive her up 
the wall." 

"Mom is so square...." Penny sighed. She opened her legs as Peter's hand 
crawled down into her bikini bottom. She returned her hand to his trunks and 
found his cock greatly expanded. It reached almost up to the waistband at 
his belly button. "Wow, Peter, do you ever have a big hunk of meat!" 

"I guess I do." He slipped a finger down into her slit. The pussy lips were 
dry, but inside there was a slippery accumulation of what he thought of as 
cunt oil. 

Peter said, "You've got tremendous tits, Sis. Want me to suck on one for a 
while?" 

"Sure." Penny pulled her bikini cups up off her breasts. The fat cones of 
flesh were white in contrast to the deep tan of the rest of her body. 

Peter took his left hand from her crotch and palmed her left breast. He 
pressed down on it and the warm flesh bulged around his fingers. 

The pink-button nipple surged up into his palm. He squeezed gently. He 
reached for her other breast and dipped his head to lick the left nipple. 
The surrounding areola puckered and crinkled when his tongue stroked wetly 
over it. 

Penny licked her full pink lips. "UMM...." She squeezed his cock 
rhythmically through his clinging lastex trunks. Peter's mouth enclosed her 
nipple. He sucked it deep and grazed it between his teeth. Penny shivered 
delicately. "Oh! You keep doing new things to me! Wow. Where did you learn 
that?" 

"Just thought of it." Peter smiled. "Want me to do it again?" 

"Yes, but don't bite. Just do it easy...." 

He suctioned the erect little nipple into his mouth again. His teeth gently 
nipped the sensitive tissue. Penny closed her eyes and threw her head back 
to the ground. Her pulse throbbed in her long, slim neck. She chewed her 
lower lip. Her left hand moved under his trunks. Her fingers fought the 
tight material. She grasped the end of his cock. Her fingertip delicately 
scratched the area just below the underside where the "drawstring" was 
located. 

His cock jerked at that touch. It swelled up even more. Peter lifted his 
mouth from her breast. "Where did you learn that?" 

"Oh ... I heard some older girls at school talking. It was very private ... 
about what they do for their boyfriends and how they do it." 

"Tell me." 

"Maybe some day. Maybe I'll try some of the other things I heard." 

"Huh! Maybe I'll try some of the things the guys tell about in private. Want 
me to?" 

Penny frowned. "I have to know first. Tell me. 

"You tell me what those girls said." 

"Some of it was complicated and real dirty! We don't have time now. We 
better finish each other and get back to the picnic." 

"I guess so." Peter took a second to push his trunks down to his knees. His 
cock came into view-long, fat, hard, jumping with the force of his blood. 
Penny used the time to inch her bikini bottom down, too. She eased it down 
to her ankles. She drew her knees up and let them fall open. 

The twins reached for each other-Penny got a good left-handed hold of 
Peter's heavy cock, and he settled his left hand on her brown-fuzzed mound. 
Penny closed her eyes, as usual. Peter liked to watch her hand manipulate 
his cock, and he liked to watch her face as he fingered her. He pressed his 
middle finger down between her pussy lips. He found the slippery pool of 
cunt oil inside her vagina. He slithered it up onto her clitoris. Penny made 
a soft "Oooo...." when he touched there. Her clit was a stiff little pinhead 
at the end of a small pink gorge within her slit. His fingertip skated on a 
film of her juices. He moved the finger steadily. 

Penny began pumping his long cock. Her hand was large for a girl, since she 
was already five feet five and still growing. But so big around was Peter's 
cock that she had to grip and regrip every few seconds. Peter watched her 
hand sweep up and down his length. He was not circumcized, so the skin 
fluted up over his big, mauve-colored glans. When her hand pulled up, the 
skin pulled up his large balls in their fuzz-covered, wrinkled sac. His 
balls bounced when she got going fast ... when he was just about to come and 
she went all out, sometimes with both hands wrapped around his extra-hard, 
extra-long shaft. 

Peter envied Penny. She could come a lot more times than he could. He could 
only shoot off about eight times a day, and a lot of times she panted and 
thrashed around and came at least that many times while he was making it 
twice. Penny had a good hold this time and was pumping slow and high, just 
the way he liked it. 

Peter eeled his fingertip down into her waiting pool of cunt oil. He tried 
slipping his finger deeper into her vagina. He found her hymen. A thin film 
of tissue that prevented further penetration. He also found a small hole in 
it. Penny was still a virgin. Peter felt good about that. He didn't like the 
idea of her fooling around with anyone else but him. Penny whispered, "Rub 
my button." Peter tossed his long, nearly shoulder-length hair from his 
eyes, and resumed his caress of her clitoris. 

They heard twigs snapping and the swish of tall grass and bushes. Somebody 
was approaching! Penny and Peter frantically pulled their bathing suits up. 
Penny stuffed her breasts into her bikini top cups. Two people, a man and 
woman, entered the small clearing that bordered the thick bushes under which 
Penny and Peter were lying, concealed. The twins quietly turned over onto 
their stomachs to get a better view of the intruders. 

Penny tensed and whispered, "It's Mom and Lars!" 

Peter nodded. "Shhh!" 

* * * 

The man was tall, blond, thick-necked and thick-waisted, a one-time athlete 
going soft. He wore a green striped t-shirt, tan hiking shorts and leather 
sandals. He gestured imperiously at the woman. His voice came hard and 
grating with command. "This is a good place." 

She was an older, pudgier version of Penny. Her red-brown hair was darker 
and cut in a Dutch-boy style. Her body was heavier, her breasts large and 
overripe, held in rigid position by a heavy-duty bra. She wore a red 
playsuit with a tempting zipper front. Her round, fleshy white thighs 
trembled when she walked. Her skin showed the faint pink flesh of 
unrecognized sunburn. She frowned and looked around, not seeing her hidden, 
silent children. "I don't want to do anything, Lars. Somebody might come. 
The children-" 

"We would hear them in plenty of time. The kids are up the river, swimming." 
He took her roughly into his arms. "I want you to do something for me, Mae." 
His big hands crept down her back to her heavy, rounded buttocks. He gripped 
the cheeks. He pulled her against his loins. 

"Not that ... not here!" 

"Not what? Say it, say what you don't want to do!" He was toying with her. 
"Say the word!" 

Mae whispered something. 

"I didn't hear! Say it loud. No one will hear." 

Mae lowered her head beside his massive shoulder. "Fuck." She hid her face. 
"I don't want to fuck here." She lifted her head. "Why do you make me do 
awful things like this?" Her face showed puzzlement and a curious 
passivity-an acceptance. 

"Because it amuses me to force you to do 'shameful' things, my dear. I love 
to see you blush." 

"Sometimes I hate you." 

He laughed. "Deep down you love what I make you do. Your ex-husband didn't 
give you what I give you." 

"Vern was a kind, gentle man. I loved him very much." 

"Bullshit. You hated him because he was weak. You got rid of him." 

"No! He left. He abandoned me and the children!" 

"You drove him away and went looking for a strong man. And you found me! And 
you love me!" 

Lars roughly tilted her face up and kissed her. His wide, thin lips crushed 
down on Mae's soft, full-lipped mouth. She whimpered and clutched herself 
tightly to his big body. She came up on tiptoe. When he broke the kiss, she 
settled and pressed her face against his chest. She was breathing fast. Her 
fingers dug into his muscular arms. 

He chuckled. "Hear anyone? See anyone?" He didn't wait for an answer. He 
pushed her slightly away from him. He hooked a finger into the wide brass 
ring attached to her playsuit zipper at the scoop neck. 

"No-" But Mae did not interfere as he lazily pulled it down-opening her 
front to her waist. 

Lars reached into her playsuit and squeezed her heavy bra-clad breasts with 
his big hands. "Free them. I want them naked." 

"Oh, please, Lars...." Mae shook her head pleadingly. Her wide, frightened 
eyes swept the tiny clearing, searching through the thick bushes and 
surrounding trees. 

He put his hands on his hips. His head sank forward and down menacingly. He 
scowled, "Do it!" 

Mae's face crinkled as if she were near tears. She gave one last despairing 
look around, then pushed her playsuit down off her shoulders and freed her 
arms. She was breathing fast, darting glances here and there. Her playsuit 
sagged loosely on her wide hips. She quickly reached behind to unhook her 
tight, wide-strapped, deeply cupped bra. 

Mae's big breasts sagged. But not too much. She peeled the bra straps off 
her shoulders and let the bowl-sized cotton cups fall away from her naked, 
blue-veined white flesh. Her breasts hung out from her chest like soft round 
gourds. Her nipples were correspondingly large-deep-red grapes set in smears 
of red-brown areolas. She stood, shoulders curved forward, hands nervously 
bunching her bra into a compact ball. 

Lars was smiling widely. "Good. Doesn't the fresh air feel good on them?" He 
took them back into his hands. He squeezed and fondled the yielding flesh. 

Mae reluctantly nodded, but said, "I feel so exposed-so naked!" She still 
hung her head ... and watched his big, manipulating hands. 

Lars thumbed her nipples to swollen, almost purplish, stiffened teats. "You 
like this, don't you?" 

Mae barely nodded. 

"What?" He pinched them. 

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" She shivered visibly. 

"Don't I know it!" He mashed her breasts together. He twisted them. His 
strong fingers sank deep into the milky flesh. Mae stood humbly, watching, 
her breath coming in deep gasps. She seemed to have forgotten everything but 
his cruel hands. Lars tired of that sport. He released each breast and said, 
"Now get down on your knees, Mae. I won't fuck you out here. But you're 
going to do something special for me." 

"Ohhh...." She knew. She raised beseeching eyes. "Not that, Lars. Oh, 
please!" 

He smiled cruelly, mockingly. "Why not? You do it to me all the time. Why 
not now?" There was a huge bulge in the front of his hiking shorts. 

"If somebody saw!" Mae buried her face in her hands. "Oh, no...." 

"On your knees!" He folded his thick arms. He took a wide stance. 

"I ... I can't." She clutched at his arms. "Lars, please! Not that ... not 
out here!" 

"Not what?" 

"Don't make me-" 

"Name it!" 

Mae moaned. Her face worked. Her arms crossed over her heavy breasts. She 
hunched forward, shaking her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. 

Lars demanded, "NAME IT!" 

Mae cringed. "Oh, please don't yell-all right...." Her voice came quiet and 
tremulous. "S-suck." As if anticipating he would demand it louder, she said 
it louder. "Suck." 

"Fine. Now-down!" 

"Tonight! I'll suck you tonight in bed. As much as you want! Hours!" 

"NOW!" He pushed her down. 

Mae collapsed. She sank to her knees before Lars. Her hands trembled. She 
reached slowly up to his shorts. She fumbled with the zipper and finally 
tugged it down. An animal scurried in a tree nearby. Mae jerked and turned a 
frightened, stricken face upward. 

Lars laughed. "A squirrel. Go ahead. The sooner you do it, the sooner it 
will be over, and we can go back to the car and have a beer." 

Mae pushed a trembling right hand into Lars' bulging shorts. She got a hold 
of his half-hard cock and dragged it out into view. He grinned proudly. His 
cock was big. It hung out in a heavy curve. Its head was small, a dark-pink 
little heart at the end of a thickening, broadening white shaft. Mae dragged 
more of his cock free of his shorts. She moved her face close. She stared at 
the glans and her mouth slowly opened. 

Lars commanded hypnotically, "Suck ... suck ... suck...." His blue eyes 
narrowed as he stared down. She moaned complainingly and reluctantly guided 
the end of his cock to her lips. She closed her eyes tight and took his 
glans into her mouth. "More! Suck, damn it!" 

Mae pressed forward and her lips were forced to encompass the dramatic 
widening and thickening bulk of his cock. Her throat, cheeks and ears moved 
as she used her tongue on the underside of his glans. Lars nodded. "Good ... 
yes ... suck...." 

Mae whined but continued. Her head moved forward and back. Her right hand 
held the base of his cock in a tight grip. She began to pump him slightly as 
she sucked. Her heavy, loose breasts wobbled with her movements. Her big 
nipples remained stiff and dusky red. Her straight, short auburn hair swayed 
gently. 

Lars began thrusting his hips as she sucked. "More...." Mae obeyed. She 
pressed another inch of his thick cock into her mouth. His shaft was wet to 
where her hand was wrapped around it. She made wet sounds ... slobbering 
sounds ... as she sucked. She stopped for a moment and hung her head, 
gasping deeply for breath. 

She continued to pump him, with longer strokes. She kept her eyes closed. 

Lars said, "Good. Now suck again. Another minute. Then I'll shoot my come 
into your hot mouth." 

Mae flushed pink. "Oh, Lars, please don't say it ... not out loud...." 

He laughed. "Suck! You've had enough rest." 

She resumed. She seemed desperate to get it over with. She crammed her mouth 
full of his rigid thickness. She moaned with Lars as her quick, 
head-bobbing, sucking action began to be very effective. Lars' hands curled 
into fists on his hips. He jabbed his cock at her engulfing mouth. Her hand 
pumped faster, with a fluid, skilled action. With her free hand, Mae held 
onto the back of his solid, blond-fuzzed right thigh, to give herself an 
anchor and leverage as she sucked him even faster, and swept her hand to and 
fro on his slab-like shaft. Lars breathed hoarsely. He locked his jaw and 
grimaced. He tensed. His whole body went tight. He seemed to vibrate. 

Mae sobbed around his cock. Her hand flew. She made surprised "Ukk ... 
uk...." sounds in her throat. A film of semen appeared on his cock. She 
pulled her mouth away. One last jet of white stuff flew in between her lips. 
She jerked her head away. She kept on pumping him. More and more semen 
flowed from him. It dribbled away and fell to her thighs. Mae made a 
sickened face and swallowed. Again. 

Lars sighed. His body went loose. He breathed a mighty sigh. Mae's hand fell 
from his softening cock. She took leaves and grass and wiped at the semen on 
her thighs. She was still weeping. Lars smirked down at her. "That was a 
good one. You do very well out in the open like this. We'll have to do it 
again." 

"Oh, no...." She pulled her playsuit up and zipped it shut. She didn't put 
on her bra. She balled it in her hands again. 

Lars wiped his limp cock with a handkerchief and stuffed it back into his 
shorts. He zipped up and turned away. "Come on. I could do with a beer now. 
You too, eh?" He laughed. 

Mae got to her feet and followed him, her breasts joggling freely in her 
loose playsuit top. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Penny lay staring at the twitching bushes through which Lars and her mother 
had just passed. Her golden brown eyes were wide. She said softly, "Oh, wow 
... Oh, wow...." 

Peter was pale. He kept swallowing. His fingers were dug into the ground. 

Penny finally said shakily, "Was that our mother!" 

"Was it ever!" 

"What a phony she is!" Penny turned shocked and angry eyes to her brother. 

He nodded. "Always talking about morality and sex is sin and self-control 
... and all the time she's doing things like that with him!" 

"But he made her do it." 

"Shit! She wanted to do it! She wanted him to force her! If she really 
didn't dig that scene, you think anything Lars said would have made a diff?" 

"I guess not," Penny frowned. "She's nothing but a raving hypocrite!" 

"Yeah. And did you hear what Lars said about Dad? She drove him away." 

Penny nodded and sniffled. "Remember how she used to pick at him about 
smoking and ashes and not sitting in this chair or that one?" 

"And always running him down in front of people. Even with us. All the 
time." 

The twins were silent for a moment, recalling their lives when their true 
father had been in the family. 

Peter said, "He was a real nice guy. I loved him." 

"But she made him leave. She wanted that big blond caveman!" There was 
hatred in Penny's watery, sniffling voice. 

"She was probably seeing Lars on the sly last year before Dad finally got 
fed up and left." 

"Cheating and lying and scheming...." 

"Mom is a bitch!" Peter clenched his right fist. He hit the ground. Leaves 
and dry grass crunched. 

"She ought to be made to pay for what she did!" 

"Damn right!" Peter glared at the small clearing before them. In his mind he 
saw his mother on her knees again, sucking Lars. Peter felt a surge of 
grief. His throat tightened and his nose stung with imminent tears. He 
fought to keep from crying. "God damned bitch!" 

"What can we do? How do we make her pay?" 

"Teach her a lesson ... let's teach her a real good lesson!" 

"What? How?" Penny was baffled. "Got any ideas?" 

"No ... not right now. Let's think about it." Peter had conquered his 
emotion. He took a deep sighing breath. He uncurled his hand. He turned onto 
his side facing Penny. Small leaves stuck to his sweaty belly. 

"Okay." Penny rolled over onto her back again. She brushed twigs and leaves 
from her tanned skin. She stared up at the tangle of leaves and stems a few 
inches over her head. She sighed, too. Her big breasts rose and fell 
dramatically. She sniffled and swallowed. After a minute, Penny said, "Did 
you see how big his was?" 

"Yeah. Well, shit, he's a grown man." 

"But it didn't look as big as yours ... and you're only fifteen." 

"I don't know ... we couldn't see it all." 

"Even so...." Penny boldly reached over and slid her hand into his 
tight-knit trunks. Her ringers found Peter's cock small and shrunken. She 
squeezed gently and fondled it. It began to grow. In a minute Peter's cock 
had filled her hand and angled far over toward his hip. Penny lay with one 
arm angled under her head, one hand in his swimsuit, manipulating his very 
large cock. She said, "I'll bet yours is bigger. Maybe his is thicker, but 
yours is longer." 

"What do you want me to do, go up to him and ask him to measure his?" Peter 
reached over and slid his left hand into her bikini bottom. 

"Sure! I dare you!" ' Penny giggled. "I'll bet he's so proud of what he's 
got, he'll do it. Act dumb ... you know." 

Peter got his finger into Penny's slit. He found her juicy and ready. Her 
clitoris was stiff and hot. Peter said, "Okay, I'll find out how much Lars 
has. If you ask Mom what she thinks about sucking." 

"You know what she'll say ... but I will, just to prove how phony she is." 
Penny wriggled as Peter's finger stroked over her excited clit. "Ummm ... 
let's get free and finish what we started before." 

They pushed their swimsuits down. Penny made a face and dug a sharp rock 
from under her pale buttocks. Then she grabbed Peter's long, fat, hard cock 
and began slowly pumping the white skin up and down. His big glans appeared 
and was covered by the rising-falling sleeve of skin. This time Penny did 
not close her eyes. She stared at her brother's cock. Peter watched his hand 
on her mound, watched her moving hand ... They glanced into each other's 
eyes and smiled. There was no embarrassment. 

Penny said, with a husky tremor, "I'm going to make it quick ... I'm getting 
that whipped cream feeling...." 

Peter nodded. He could tell. Her clit felt extra-stiff now, under his 
sliding, flicking fingertip. And her slit was gooey and really hot. 

Penny drew her heels almost up to her crotch. Her bikini bottom was a loose 
bond around her ankles. Her slender, tanned thighs hung wide open. Her 
lightly fuzzed pussy gaped around Peter's rapidly moving finger. She 
breathed faster and faster. Her eyes lost focus. Her sleek, narrow hips 
began to undulate. Her sunken belly rippled. Penny's fingers tightened on 
his rigid cock. Her hand jerked up and down spasmodically as she lost her 
concentration. 

Her smooth brow knitted tighter and tighter. Her generous mouth opened ... 
she gasped, "Oh, Peter-" She panted and trembled and writhed. Her young face 
was a mask of apparent agony. Then her face gradually smoothed and she sent 
him a sweet, grateful smile. "Ummm ... That was so nice. Better than any in 
a long time. Weeks." 

Peter kept his finger moving slowly, gently, in her juicy slit. "Maybe 
seeing Mom do her thing excited you." 

"Maybe. Did seeing it excite you?" 

Peter hesitated. He scowled. "I won't lie to you, Penny. I got hard as hell 
when she started sucking him off. But I was disgusted, too, you know? I mean 
... she's our mother!" 

"It shook me, too. Kids just don't think of their mothers doing that ... 
especially that way." 

"Down on her knees ... like a slave or something." 

"And Lars lording it over her...." 

Peter said, "But-I guess that's what she likes ... that submission scene." 
He frowned in thought. 

Penny had continued slowly pumping his cock. She stared at it again. "That 
was one of the things the girls at school talked about-sucking. It sort of 
blew my mind seeing Mom do it." 

She shifted lower and closer to Peter's big, throbbing organ. "It ... it 
kind of made me want to try it ... with you." 

"Now?" 

"Uh-huh. I guess so." Penny wriggled still lower. The big head of his cock 
bobbed close to her mouth, as she stroked his shaft. "Want me to?" Her dark 
amber eyes crackled with excitement and daring. 

"Sure." Peter's voice almost cracked. 

Penny giggled. She fingered strands of long red-brown hair from her eyes. 
She settled her beaded headband lower. 

Peter said experimentally, "Suck it!" 

Penny's eyes widened. She grinned. "Oh, please, don't make me do it!" 

"Suck me off! Bitch!" 

"Ohhh...." With a mock wail of despair, Penny guided his cock and licked 
tentatively at the large, plum-colored glans. She paused to taste and decide 
if she wanted to go ahead. She licked her lips. She licked his glans again, 
underneath, and around. Penny looked up. "Like it?" 

Peter nodded. "Do you?" 

"So far. Nothing to it." She resumed licking. After a minute she opened her 
mouth and slid her lips over the round, silky tip. She took the whole head. 
She took more and more. She filled her mouth. She kept her tongue moving 
inside. 

Peter moaned. He licked his lips. The sight of his sister with her mouth 
full of his cock was tremendously arousing. And she was sucking him 
wonderfully! He was enthralled with this new way of sex. A hot, tight 
pleasure was coiling in his loins. 

Penny drew her head back. Her lips clung tightly to his glans till the last. 
She asked, "How was that?" Her eyes danced. 

"God, Penny! Fantastic! Do it some more." Peter's mouth was dry. When her 
mouth took him again-hot and wet with a fluttering snake of tongue-Peter's 
guts bunched tight. He had trouble breathing. He watched Penny suck. His 
cock got harder and bigger. He started to gasp. He couldn't help it. 

Penny tried doing it different ways. She decided she liked pumping the skin 
up and down the shaft as she sucked the head. She could tell Peter liked 
that way best-he trembled when she did it, especially when she brought her 
hand up to meet her plunging lips. 

Peter gasped, "I'm getting close!" 

Penny lifted her hot mouth from his big cock Her gaze was now soft and oddly 
lustful. She unconsciously, sensuously licked her wet lips. "I'm not going 
to stop. Go ahead and shoot." 

"You mean it?" 

Penny nodded, open mouthed. She closed her eyes and fastened her mouth on 
his swollen glans. Her hand stroked up and down ... her head bobbed in the 
same rhythm. Peter stared and gasped and moaned. His legs stiffened. His 
belly went taut. He gritted his teeth. He moaned as if in pain. Penny 
speeded her movements. 

Her tongue danced on the exquisitely sensitive nerve tissue on the underside 
of his glans. She filled her whole mouth again and again and again with the 
last three inches of her brother's supremely rigid cock. She jerked her 
gripping hand up to meet her engorged mouth. 

For an endless second he trembled breathlessly. Then-"PENNYYYYYY!" 

His cock pulsed in her hand and mouth, and suddenly she felt a thick splash 
of viscous, salty, raw-tasting fluid far back on her tongue. Penny 
involuntarily pulled her mouth off his jerking cock. She wasn't quick enough 
to avoid a second gob of jetting semen. But Penny wasn't revulsed or 
disgusted, merely surprised. She had pulled back out of reflex. She 
continued rapidly pumping his cock. She took a spurt of semen on her chin. 
She didn't try to avoid it or the ensuing, weakening spurts. 

She heard her brother's keening moans and was thrilled for him. A kind of 
lustful echo occurred in her own loins. Her clit was throbbing. She watched 
as the last drops of semen oozed from his glans. She slowed her strokes and 
finally stopped. Her mouth was gummy inside. She swallowed. She grinned at 
his shocked-stricken expression. "Good, huh?" 

"Shit, yes...." He stared at her dripping cheek and chin. "You really did 
it." 

Penny shrugged. She wiped her mouth and face with her hands. "It was fun." 
Her eyes sparkled. "I wouldn't mind doing it again." 

"You like it?" 

"I guess I do. It got me all hot again ... doing it." Penny rolled over onto 
her back again. 

Peter took the cue. He put his hand on her mound and dipped his middle 
finger into her juicy slit. His sister was almost flowing she was so worked 
up. He quickly began flicking her clitoris. He said, "You know-some of the 
guys at school make jokes about 'going down' on their girls. I think I'll 
try that with you next time. Okay?" 

"Umm. Sure. Your finger is fine, but I'll bet your tongue will be out of 
sight." Penny closed her eyes. She started to undulate her hips. She 
whispered, "Oh, God ... sometimes I get all empty inside-like now-and all 
whipped up and itchy...." She panted. Her left hand groped for his softened 
cock. She held on. She gasped, "I want to be fucked ... I want to be fucked 
... OHH ... PETER-" 

Penny squirmed on the grass and leaves, her naked buttocks bumping up and 
down as his finger drove her through her orgasm. A moment later she lay 
quiet, eyes still closed, breathing evenly. 

Peter said, "Hey, you know what you said when you were coming?" Penny shook 
her head. 

Peter started to speak, shut his mouth, then said, "I'll tell you later. We 
better get back. We better get over to the creek and wash the dirt and stuff 
off." 

Penny nodded. She wriggled up her bikini bottom. She said, "I just can't get 
over what we saw Mom do...." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Peter knocked on the door of Lars' den. Lars opened the door and smiled. 
"Peter! Come in. We don't see enough of each other. I've wanted to get to 
know you better." 

"I have a sort of a problem...." Peter entered the small room-formerly a 
sewing room in the big old house-and avoided looking at the floor to ceiling 
bookshelves that had been his dad's pride. The shelves and thousands of 
books were dusty. Lars was not a reader or a heavy thinker. Lars used the 
room to drink in. 

Lars closed the door. He nodded. "Growing up is a long series of problems." 
He picked up a glass. He sipped whiskey. "Sit down." 

Peter sat in a big leather chair. Lars sat on the edge of the heavy mahogany 
desk at one end of the room. Lars grinned. "What is it-sex, money ... want a 
car of your own?" 

Peter flipped his long brown hair away from his eyes. "I guess ... sex. 
Girls." 

"I hope girls!" Lars bellowed with laughter. He downed a mouthful of 
whiskey. "Want a drink, boy? You're old enough-big enough, for sure. What 
are you--six feet about?" 

"Six-one." Peter looked at the bottles of liquor on a nearby 
emptied-of-books shelf. "Okay, yeah." 

"Make you a mixed drink." Lars poured some vodka and Coke into a tall glass 
and dropped in some ice. "Now, what about girls?" 

"Well-some of the guys at school were talking-and they say girls like a guy 
with a big one. You know." 

"Yeah. So?" Lars handed Peter the glass. His blue eyes twinkled. "You 
worried you're not big enough?" 

"I don't know. Do girls like a man who's really hung ... does it really make 
that much difference?" 

Lars settled onto the edge of the desk again. He swung his leg. 
"Women-girls, too-say they like small ones, or average ones. They say big 
ones hurt." Lars grinned and snickered. "But, boy, in my experience-and I've 
had a lot in my day-women go for the man who's hung like a horse, every 
time." 

"You mean, they lie?" 

"Sure they do. They like to make men think they aren't interested in sex and 
muscles and pricks. They pretend it's all love and companionship and 
sincerity that matters. But, that's crap! They're just like us! We go for a 
girl with big tits and a great body-they go for a guy with a good chunk of 
prick and some muscles on his arms and shoulders." 

Lars grinned as Peter drank. "Time you learned the real facts of life. Time 
you learned the difference between the window dressing and the real truth." 

"I sure want to know." 

"I'm glad to give you the lowdown." 

"I guess you're pretty big, then, huh?" 

"Well...." Lars grinned and winked. "If I do say so myself, I carry a lot of 
weight in the right place." 

"I guess I'm sort of curious about size. I mean, how many inches is big?" 

Lars nodded judiciously. "Fair question. Now I've had chances to talk to a 
lot of women intimately about pricks. Some whores, too. They don't mind 
leveling with a man who knows the score. So I can tell you, if you've got 
around six inches-that's about average ... or normal. No woman will kick you 
out of bed or sneer. But if you're seven inches long or more, you're in the 
charmed circle. You're a real man!" 

"I guess you're in the charmed circle, then." 

"I guess you're right, Peter. And I've got thickness, too. When I get into a 
woman, she knows she's been gotten into!" 

"Do you know what your exact measurement is?" 

"Think it's ... been a long time since I bothered to stick a ruler up 
against it. Usually a woman is curious and will make a game out of finding 
out. They're size-conscious, too, you know. They like to brag to other wives 
and such. 

"Me...." Lars downed a gulp of whiskey. "I forget now. Over seven, that's 
for sure...." He plunked his glass down on the desk. "Let's find the fuck 
out how big I am! We're both men-what the hell!" Lars casually unzipped his 
pants. He reached in and pulled his cock free of his white briefs. "Have to 
get 'er hard...." He began flipping it. "Look for a ruler in the desk, will 
you, Peter?" 

Struggling to keep from grinning, Peter circled and started pulling open 
drawers. He found a blue plastic twelve-inch ruler and handed it to Lars. 

Lars had managed an erection. "See what I mean, Peter? Isn't this a hunk of 
prick?" He positioned the ruler. "Seven ... and an eighth. And a big-around 
handful for any woman." 

Peter looked and nodded. "It sure is big." 

Lars handed the ruler back. "Let's see what you've got, boy. Drag it out." 

"Oh ... no...." Peter shook his head. "I-" 

"Bashful, huh?" Lars slapped Peter on the back. "Got to get over that. Can't 
be bashful with girls. But you're young yet." 

Lars stuffed his softening cock back into his slacks and zipped up. "Thing 
to remember about girls-be firm. They don't like wishy-washy men. Be 
strong-make the decisions." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Some women like a man to be a little cruel sometimes. That's a fact. They 
like a little pain. That's when a big prick helps-smack it into them and 
make 'em howl. They love it!" 

Lars went to pour more whiskey into his glass. "And some women like to be 
humiliated. Some like a little danger with sex ... like being made to do 
something to a man out in the open ... like in a park or a forest where 
somebody might see." 

Lars turned, drinking, smiling. "Gives 'em a thrill. They wet their pants 
and get hot to boot!" 

"How do you know what one girl wants and doesn't want, though?" 

"That comes with experience ... just a feel you get after you've talked with 
them for a while, and watched them." 

Lars regarded Peter speculatively for a few seconds. "I want to be your 
friend, boy. I know I can't take the place of your real father. But I want 
you and Penny to like me." 

"I like you okay. You're not responsible for Dad leaving." 

"As to that ... I'll tell you something, Peter, man-to-man, just between you 
and me and the fencepost-okay?" 

"Yeah, sure." Peter sat up, attentive. 

"From what your mother tells me in private, your dad wasn't much of a man. 
He didn't give her what she needs-a strong, guiding hand. He was the passive 
kind. Let her lead and make the decisions. Didn't like sex much, from what I 
hear." 

Peter didn't say anything. 

"Strictly on the Q-T, boy, Mae is a ... what you would call a responsive 
woman ... once she's pushed a little. Put her in a position where she's not 
responsible for what she does, and she's a hot-a warm woman. But she needs 
excuses to do things. She's got an old-fashioned conscience and she needs a 
strong man to force things sometimes and make her do things she wants to do. 
Lots of women like that. Take 'em off the hook and they'll go wild." 

Peter nodded. "I'll remember that. That's very interesting." 

"That's the key to most people-men and women both. Solid truth. Be strong 
and the weak one'll follow you ... do damn near anything you say." 

"I guess you're right. I guess Mom is one of the weak kind." 

"Confidentially, yes." 

Peter stood up from the big leather chair. "Thanks for the advice, Lars. I 
learned a lot." 

"Anytime. Hey-you want to see some good dirty pictures? Ever seen any really 
low-down porno?" Lars grinned lopsidedly. "Got a few hidden. Educational, 
know what I mean? Want to see 'em?" 

"Sure." 

Lars went to a bookshelf and took down a thick old dictionary. He took an 
envelope from between the pages. The envelope contained photographs. Lars 
passed the photos-one by one-to Peter. They were a series showing a naked 
young woman, tied with thick ropes, legs wide, with a shaven mound, being 
whipped by a hooded man in leather whose big stiff cock was sticking out of 
his black pants. 

Lars watched greedily for Peter's reaction. Peter said obligingly, "Wow!" 

"Turn you on? Look at this one." The second photo showed the man kneeling, 
forcing the thick, blunt, braided leather whip handle into the girl's bare 
pussy. The third picture showed the girl on her knees, hands tied behind her 
back, sucking the man's cock. Lars said thickly, "I like that one." His 
pants bulged. He massaged the erection openly. 

Peter glanced at him for a split second. Peter remembered the picnic. He 
asked innocently, "Do you have to force girls to do that?" 

"Huh! Most of them love doing it. Just give them a chance. Add a little 
submission and humiliation to the scene and they'll come back for more." 

"Does Mom do it?" 

"Ahhh ... I don't think I should tell you that, boy. But ... you can guess." 
Lars smirked. He continued his self-massage. 

Peter blinked rapidly for a few seconds. He took the next photo from Lars. 
Five minutes later, Peter left the den and went to his room. He sat on his 
bed, staring at the wall, clenching and unclenching his fists. 

* * * 

Soon after Peter left the den, Lars came out and went into kitchen. Mae was 
at the drain-board, making a salad. She smiled. "Hi, honey." 

"Hi, yourself." Lars went to her. His powerful arms went around her from 
behind. His big hands clamped over her ample breasts. 

Mae felt his cock pressing against her rump. "What got you so passionate 
now? Supper is almost ready." She frowned apprehensively. Her hands shook as 
she continued to slice tomatoes. 

Lars grinned and kept on squeezing her breasts. He rubbed his erection 
against her. 

"Please ... Penny or Peter might come in and see." 

He hunched over and kissed her right ear. His tongue stabbed wetly into the 
deep whorls. Mae shivered and gasped. Her hands became still. Her eyes 
closed. Lars forced his right hand down past the edge of the drainboard at 
her belly. He pulled her dress up and pressed his fingers in between her 
stockinged thighs. "No, not here...." 

His hand clamped up into her black-pantied crotch. He rubbed. 

"My God, if one of the twins should see us!" But Mae did not struggle. She 
felt his cock pressing urgently against her thinly covered buttocks. There 
was a growing excitement in her. 

Lars whispered gruffly, "Two minutes-a quick back-door fuck." 

"All right." Mae tried to turn toward the hallway, to their bedroom. 

But Lars kept her pinned against the drain-board, in his arms. "Here!" His 
fingers pressed the stitched seam of her panties in between her pussy lips. 
The thin nylon turned wet and sticky immediately. I can't- 

"You will not refuse me!" Lars' finger poked a hole in the panties and sent 
into her. His fingertip instantly found her swollen, juice-covered clitoris. 
Mae moaned helplessly. Her breasts were warm and expanded in their bra cups, 
irritated by the constricting material. Her protruding nipples especially. 
Lars pulled her back, away a few feet, from the drainboard. He pulled her 
dress until her black panties and black garter belt were exposed. 

"We can't. It's too awkward!" Mae was almost weeping with anxiety and shame. 

"Like hell!" He bent her forward at the waist. "Put your arms on the 
drainboard!" He flipped her dress up higher and pulled down her panties. 

Mae sobbed, "Oh ... oh...." Her white buttocks were exposed, both plump 
cheeks divided by taut garter belt straps and snaps. 

Lars unzipped his slacks and dragged out his hard cock. He fisted the shaft 
and directed the blunt purple arrowhead glans into the flushed, wet lips 
that pouted in her crotch. He probed for the opening to her vagina. Found 
it. Thrust in! Mae groaned. She rested her forehead on her crossed arms on 
the edge of the drainboard. She unconsciously pressed back for greater 
penetration. Lars gripped her hips and buried as much of his cock as he 
could. He enjoyed the tightness, the tiny spasms of her cervix. He drove 
into her, smacking her rump with his loins, making her pale globes quiver 
with the impact. 

Neither of them saw Penny come to the kitchen doorway, stop and gape at 
them. Lars was in heaven. He husked lungfuls of air. His cock jammed into 
Mae's cunt like a piston. Penny's brown eyes were saucers. She pressed a 
knuckle into her mouth as she watched. 

Mae was grinding her hips, taking the deep lunges, wanting more, panting, 
staring blindly down at the red and white linoleum squares. Lars climaxed. 
He grunted with ecstasy. His big cock spat into her hot, juicy channel. He 
held himself tight against her pale, sweat-speckled buttocks. He sighed, dug 
a handkerchief out of his pocket, and slowly pulled out of her. He wiped his 
drooping, dripping cock. He sighed deeply again. He looked around. "See? No 
one came in. No harm." 

Penny was gone. Mae wiped herself with a paper towel, pulled up her panties 
and tugged down her dress. She couldn't look at him-at his satisfied grin. 
She flushed and picked up the knife and uncut tomatoes again. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Later that night, Penny went to the master bedroom while Lars watched a 
football game on the twenty-five-inch color TV in the living room. Mae was 
sitting at the dresser, rubbing cold cream into her skin. She wore a pale 
green sleeping gown under a flowered robe. Mae smiled when she saw Penny in 
the mirror. "Yes, dear?" She plucked a tissue from a box. 

"Mother-I want to talk privately with you. It's serious." 

"Oh ... well, we're private here. What's the matter, baby?" 

Penny sat on the edge of the bed behind her mother. They looked at each 
other in the mirror facing Mae. Penny pretended to be nervous and hesitant. 
She clasped and unclasped her hands in her lap. "Could-could I talk to you 
about sex?" 

"Of course." But Mae's voice changed-became subtly formal. She rubbed her 
face vigorously with the tissue. 

Penny wore only a thin pink mini-robe. She had just come from a shower. The 
ends of her long reddish-brown hair were damp. The robe clung to her wet 
skin in places-her nipples were obvious. Penny provocatively let her robe 
slip open and show her pussy. She said, "Well ... I like boys, and they like 
me, and when I go out on dates we do things sometimes." 

Mae's voice came frozen: "What things?" 

"Well ... kissing a lot, of course, and feeling a lot ... touching. They 
like to feel me up. I've got a nice body. These things...." Penny opened her 
robe and exposed her big, lovely breasts. Her nipples were vivid pink 
buttons. She palmed the underside of each breast and lifted slightly. "Boys 
just love to play with these." 

"Penny! Cover yourself! You mustn't-You mustn't talk that way. You mustn't 
let boys take liberties with your body!" 

"But-" 

"You must have self-respect and dignity. Sex is not a nice thing for a 
respectable girl to-to permit. One thing leads to another." 

"I know. I touch boys, when they touch me." 

"What-what do you mean?" 

"I feel their ... their pricks." 

"Penny! Never use dirty words like that! You should be ashamed of yourself. 
And decent girls do not touch boys there! Never! That's disgusting!" 

"I guess I know what you'll have to say about sucking, in that case." Penny 
clinically watched her mother's reflection. 

Mae seemed frozen. "Have you done it? You mustn't EVER DO IT!" 

"Why not?" 

"Penny! How can you ever think of putting a boy's thing in your mouth? It's 
revolting! Have you?" 

Penny smiled and avoided answering. "I do like to get my hands on them. It 
feels funny when they grow." 

"Oh, no ... you mustn't!" 

"Don't you and Lars play around with each other? Don't you ever do things 
with his thing?" 

"No! Lars is a gentleman. We never indulge in perversions." Mae's lips 
pressed together. She avoided Penny's curiously mocking gaze. 

Penny sighed. "I knew you'd react this way." She was sad. 

"I am old-fashioned, dear, and I'm proud of it. I expect you to behave 
properly, too. You are not to go out with boys, from now on, if you have had 
intimate touchings with them." 

"Mother!" 

"And I must know-have you ... sucked?" 

"Once. I could lie to you, Mother, but I'm being honest. I wish you'd be 
honest with me." 

"I am, dear! Believe me, sucking is something I would never do! And I do not 
want you to ever try it again!" 

Penny slumped. She sent Mae a scathing, contemptuous look. "Thank you for 
your time." She stood up and started for the door. 

"Penny!" Mae half turned on the padded bench before her makeup table. But 
Penny did not respond. She went out into the hall. Mae watched her daughter 
go with a mixture of relief and alarm ... a sense of failure and guilt. She 
looked at herself in the mirror and began to cry. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Penny went directly to Peter's room. She walked in without knocking. He was 
in bed reading a sex book. His right hand was under the covers, obviously 
fondling his cock. At the abrupt opening of his door he had jerked guiltily, 
but relaxed when he saw it was his sister. 

Penny's eyes were snapping with anger. "I just got the old runaround from 
Mom! I really gave her a chance and she blew it! She pretended to be 
oh-so-pure. An ice-cream prick wouldn't melt in her mouth." 

Peter laughed. "What did you expect? She's a phony. At least Lars is an 
honest bastard. He told me something about Mom and him and Dad." 

"What?" Penny was instantly curious. She shut the door quickly and came to 
his bed. She climbed in beside him. Her pink mini-robe gaped enticingly. The 
sash loosened, permitting an unobstructed view of her naked loins. The top 
gaped and showed almost all her fully rounded left breast. Peter could not 
resist. He put aside his book and slipped his right hand into her robe and 
spread his fingers over her soft, warm flesh. Her nipple seemed to pop up 
between his first and second fingers. 

Penny arched her back and smiled and sighed for a long second. She said, 
"Breasts are for feeling." 

"Eating, too." He turned and pulled her robe open further till he had 
uncovered her right breast. He mouthed its stiffening nipple. 

Penny sighed again. "Ummra." Her right hand seemed to automatically go to 
his hard belly and slip down under the covers to his rigid cock. She rubbed 
its length with her open palm. She murmured, "Now what did Lars say?" 

Peter took his mouth from her nipple. His hand moved down her body-opening 
her pink robe completely-and eased onto the V of her brown-fuzzed mound. His 
middle ringer became inquisitive. Peter recounted the conversation he had 
had with Lars in the den. 

Penny listened attentively as Peter talked. When he finished, she said 
angrily. "So she did get rid of Dad! She just had to have that blond, 
blue-eyed caveman!" 

Peter nodded. "Maybe we ought to give her more of what she loves so much!" 

"How?" 

"Maybe humiliate her-force her to do something awful...." 

"What?" 

Peter grinned dirty. "I've got an idea. I'm going to try it out in a couple 
of days." 

"What? Tell me!" 

"Nope. I'll tell you if it works. It'll give you ideas if it does. Then you 
can try it with her." 

Penny was furious. "Tell me ... or we won't do anything together tonight-or 
any night!" She closed her brief, revealing robe with both hands. She pushed 
Peter's hand from her crotch. 

Peter gave in. "Okay, okay." Grinning, he lowered his voice and half 
whispered his plan. 

Penny's eyes sparkled. "Wowee. If you can make her do that ... Canyou be 
strong enough? Can you be tough and hard like Lars?" 

"I can sure try." 

"I wish I could be a mouse in the corner and watch. What day are you going 
to do it?" 

"Monday, I guess." 

"I'll race home after school for the scam." Penny smiled. "What a groovy 
idea!" She shifted on the bed and let her robe fall open again. She reached 
over and pushed the covers away from Peter's very large cock. She handled 
his erection. She pumped it a few times. She asked, "How much did you say 
Lars has?" 

"Seven and an eighth inches." 

"I still say this is bigger! Let me measure!" Penny hopped off his bed and 
went to his study desk. She found a short, eight-inch metal ruler calibrated 
on one side in millimeters. She returned and set about pumping Peter's cock 
again. "We have to get it as hard as it can get." 

"Suck it, then." 

"Just enough to get it up to maximum-otherwise it'll spit all over and get 
minimum." Peggy giggled and took the end of it into her mouth. She sucked 
and used her tongue. Peter rested his head back on his propped-up pillow. 
His mouth opened and he began to breathe erratically. After a half minute, 
Penny lifted her mouth from his cock. She licked saliva from her lips. 
"That's enough, dear brother." 

She held his cock up from his belly and positioned the eight-inch ruler. She 
seated it on his pubic bone. His cock was longer than the ruler. Penny said, 
"I told you! Oh, wow! You've got about eight and a quarter inches." 

"Yeah, I guess!" Peter grinned. "You think Mom'll be impressed?" 

Penny's eyes widened. She covered her mouth with a hand and burst into 
irrepressible giggles. She rolled on the bed. Peter laughed and hugged her. 
"Shhh! You'll have her in here if you don't keep quiet." 

Penny mastered herself. She swallowed hard and stifled another attack. "If 
she saw us now!" 

Penny was in her brother's arms. Her short robe was wide open. They were 
pressed breasts to chest, pussy to cock. He was lying on her. Peter kissed 
her on the mouth. Penny opened her warm lips and accepted his tongue. She 
leisurely put her arms around his neck. She moved under him. She opened her 
legs. Peter's heavy cock was burning into her belly. Penny was itchy inside; 
there was a kind of aching hunger she couldn't satisfy. Feeling her 
brother's long, fat, hard cock there was a form of torture. Penny sent her 
hot tongue deep into his mouth. She moaned and squirmed under him. Her 
large, glowing breasts were like warm, spongy melons. 

Peter was getting extremely aroused. He and Penny had never gotten into this 
position before. His cock slipped sidewise and then dropped stiffly into her 
crotch. The throbbing length of it pressed against her slit. 

Penny inhaled sharply at that sensual, tempting contact. Her head swam. She 
tightened her arms around his neck. She tore her mouth free. "Oh, Peter ... 
I wish...." 

"You better not wish. You better stay a virgin." 

She tightened against him. Her legs closed and imprisoned his long cock 
between her slim thighs, in the small gap at her crotch. Penny was breathing 
deeply. She kissed his neck and left ear. She undulated against his shaft. 
Her loose, puffed, wet pussy lips spread against his thickness and his 
length was grazed against her sensitive inner labia. Her stiff little 
clitoris seemed to jump against his hardness. Peter didn't see anything 
critically dangerous about this action. He cooperated-he began fucking in 
and out of her crotch groove. 

Penny gasped. "Oooo, I'm going to come this way...." She undulated with his 
moves. The big head of his cock was rubbed into her hot, juicy vulva, then 
it sank down the length of her slit and past the lips to her spasming anal 
sphincter ... and on to press into the softness of the quilt. His glans 
deposited a drop of secretion with each exciting thrust down to the bed 
cover. Penny ran her hands over Peter's lean, hard-muscled back. "I wish I 
could have it in me!" 

"I don't have anything. I don't have a rubber. But even if I did-" He 
continued fucking her now slippery crotch. Her juices were leaking down and 
also smearing his shaft. 

"I almost don't care!" Penny sought his mouth. Her lips were heated, soft, 
sweet. They spread greedily and her tongue flicked in to find his. She 
undulated like a snake under him. Their bellies and her breasts became 
slippery with sweat. Her nipples were like pebbles. The bed creaked softly. 
Penny gasped as if in discovery. She trembled. "Oh-do it faster!" 

Peter slipped himself a bit higher on her writhing body. He pressed down in 
swifter thrusts and angled so that his shaft rubbed more directly against 
her clitoris. 

Penny quivered. "Oh, Peter, it's so good!" 

He panted, "Suck me afterward?" 

"Oh, yes! Yes!" She hugged him tight-tighter! Her loins jerked madly. She 
pressed her face against his shoulder and filled her mouth with muscle to 
keep her involuntary sounds muffled. Penny bit into his shoulder as her 
orgasm surged to its peak in her thrashing body. 

Peter gritted his teeth but kept plunging-rubbing the long hard length of 
his cock against her crushed, yet open vulva. Penny gradually quieted. Her 
teeth relaxed. She seemed to melt into the quilt under his sweaty body. 
Penny smiled, a little embarrassed. "I never knew it could be done that 
way." She ran her fingers through Peter's long, disarrayed hair. She brushed 
brown strands away from his eyes, nose, mouth. His face was flushed. 

Peter levered himself sideways off her. He lay on his side facing her. His 
cock was enormous and rigid. It lay pulsing across his right hip, the silky 
glans buried in a fold of quilt. He reached to a Danish bedside chair and 
picked up the white t-shirt he had worn earlier in the evening. He wiped the 
sweat from Penny's breasts, the deep, dewy valley between, her belly, her 
inner thighs. Then he wiped his own body. 

Penny said, "I wish sometime I could really let myself go and really enjoy 
coming, without having to keep quiet!" 

"We'll have chances, especially this summer." 

She nodded. "I'd like to do things like this with you every night. Daytimes, 
too." 

"You'd wear me out." Peter touched Penny's right nipple. It had softened and 
sunk down into the surrounding pink areola. 

"I'll bet! I'll bet I could jack you off-and even suck you off a dozen times 
a day, and you'd still be able to get hard and squirt some more." 

"I wouldn't mind trying that sometime." 

"Fat chance we'll ever get the chance." Penny reached for his throbbing 
cock. "I have something to do, don't I?" She exaggeratedly licked her lips. 

Peter nodded, grinning. 

"Well, then ... time for my drink of white stuff." She flipped her long hair 
out of the way and then moved so that her head and shoulders were over his 
belly and loins. Her right arm angled at rest on his stomach and hip. 

Penny held his tall cock straight up from its brown nest. She experimentally 
licked the white skin from the base to the crown. 

She studied his glans and tried to peek down into the small opening at the 
tip. She said, "I see light at the end of the tunnel." 

"If you do, I'm in trouble." They both laughed. 

Penny moved her head back to his belly button and rested her head there, her 
ear pressed to his stomach. "I hear strange rumblings." 

"Just the plumbing doing its job." Peter wanted her to suck and stop playing 
around. 

Penny drew his rigid cock back toward his thighs, and let it go. It flopped 
stiffly, heavily forward to his belly, landing with a soft smack in front of 
her eyes. It lay jerking with his heartbeat. Penny flopped his cock that way 
twice more. She lifted it again and began slowly pumping the skin. From her 
head-down view, so close to it, his cock seemed enormous. "You must have the 
biggest one in school." 

"I don't know. Maybe." 

"I'll bet you do. Eight and a quarter inches. Wow." A drop of clear 
secretion had appeared at the tip of his cock. 

Penny unselfconsciously directed the glans to her mouth and delicately 
licked the drop. "Umm. Nectar." 

Peter grinned, slightly embarrassed. Penny was a wild, bold, incredible 
girl. She kept surprising him. 

She said, "I think I'll start asking some girls the biggest one they've ever 
measured." She pumped Peter's cock faster. More secretion was brought to the 
tip of his cock. She licked it. She whispered, "I wonder what this would 
feel like inside me? Do you think I could take it?" 

Peter didn't know what to say. He kept silent and enjoyed her pumping hand. 

"We're from the same mold. We're twins-so I bet I've got a vagina long 
enough to hold this. I bet I'm the female equivalent of you." 

"Could be." Peter felt a coiling glow of pleasure in his guts. 

Penny watched his cock as she stroked the skin up and down. "I guess it's 
time to suck, hmm?" 

Peter nodded. "If you want to." 

"I do. Isn't that awful? I really want to suck off my brother." She brought 
the head of her lips and eased her mouth around it. She pumped him, too. 
Slowly, at first, as she sucked his glans, then faster and faster, as she 
sensed his approaching climax. Peter's legs stiffened. His belly tightened 
under her head. His breathing speeded. Penny closed her eyes. Her tongue 
worked in circles. Her pumping fist regripped his swollen, extra-hard shaft. 
She moaned, sharing his excitement. 

Peter's gasps became erratic. His hips seemed to draw down into the bed for 
an eternal second-then thrust up! His cock was driven deeper into Penny's 
mouth. It spurted! She whipped her hand up and down. She sucked! She 
whimpered as he jerked and thrust and spurted again and again. Penny's mouth 
was awash with bittersweet semen. Her tongue sluiced the stuff over the 
taut, sensitive tissues of his glans. His cock's spasming jumps eased. His 
hips stopped leaping. His suppressed moans became keening tenor gasps. 

Penny drew her lips clingingly back and relinquished his glans. She gathered 
the semen in her mouth and swallowed. She laid her head on his belly. She 
idly kissed his belly button. "I discovered something. Sucking you off makes 
me all steamy inside again." Penny rolled her golden brown eyes to see 
Peter's face. She smiled sexily. 

Peter shrugged. "Happy to help unsteam you." He pulled her up higher beside 
him, so he could reach her pussy. He kissed her big, plump right breast. 

She said, "That'll be nice, but you should try something different." There 
was an odd tone in her voice, an odd inflection ... and a funny twist to her 
smiling lips. 

"What?" 

"Well ... I went down on you ... twice now ... so...." Penny let the 
implication hang in the air. 

Peter knew he had to try it. He was obligated. The idea kind of turned him 
off, though. But he had to try it. Penny hadn't been the initiator of their 
sex games-he had. But now she was really coming on and going off in all 
directions. Peter said, "Okay. I guess I'll have a taste of clam juice." 

He resumed kissing her breast. But he shift-ed lower on the bed, little by 
little. He ran his right hand along the tanned inner thigh of her right leg. 
His fingertips brushed the thin little pale brown beard that sprouted around 
her pink pussy lips. The hairs were damp. Penny opened her thighs wide. Her 
slit opened slightly, showing glistening inner pink. He sucked the nipple 
into his mouth and, as in the bushes the day before, scraped it lightly with 
his teeth. 

Penny shivered with delight. She cupped the breast with both hands and 
arched her back, urging him to suck it more. But Peter wanted to get to the 
eating of her pussy. He was getting excited about it now. He had heard-and 
read-plenty about eating a girl. His reluctance vanished. He slipped lower 
and tongued her stomach. He tasted the salty deposit of dried sweat in the 
crease of skin under her breasts. He licked her stomach, which tensed and 
went soft under his mouth. 

His fingers played with her pussy lips, tantalizing her. He touched her wet 
clitoris every few seconds, enough to cause a swift intake of breath and a 
disappointed sigh an instant later. Peter was curious. He wasn't sure 
exactly how to go about it. He asked, "Do you raise your legs or something?" 

"I guess so." Penny drew her knees up and pulled them up against her 
breasts. Her pussy was totally exposed, open to anything, raised six inches 
off the bed. 

Peter got into position facing it. It did look like a clam. He got his face 
very close. Penny was very clean. She had had a bath an hour earlier. He 
could see the hard little pink nub that was her clitoris. He stuck out his 
tongue and licked into the flushed pink groove. It tasted a little bit 
acidy. But not bad. And the flesh was silky and warm and dainty. He licked 
his tongue over her clitoris. 

Penny gave a rising-falling little moan. Her anal muscles tightened and 
caused the lower part of her slit to move. Peter folded his hands under his 
chin and started licking into her slit with a vengeance. Penny's inner thigh 
muscles jumped. She sighed and said unevenly, "Oh, God, Peter ... it's 
fantastic. It's like fizzy cream." 

He delved his tongue lower, to her vaginal lips-that inner mouth-and touched 
the hymen. He licked all around inside, tasting the more tangy secretions. 
The back of his tongue stung with strain and his jaw began to tire. He 
wasn't used to licking this much, nor extending his tongue so far for so 
long. Peter swallowed accumulated saliva and rested for a few seconds. He 
said, "I need practice." 

"I know ... your jaw gets tired, doesn't it? Mine does when I suck you." 

Peter decided to stick to her clit. She'd come off quicker and it was easier 
to do her there. He started lapping up and down in her groove, over that 
sensitive little bump of flesh. Penny moaned again ... sighing with 
pleasure. 

It didn't take long. Soon her sounds were muffled and urgent. Her mouth was 
pressed against a knee. Her fingers gripped fiercely under her thighs as she 
trembled on the brink of an orgasm. Her pussy was flushed, the tissues 
charged with blood, puffed and wet with slippery juice. Under Peter's rapid 
tongue, her clitoris was a stiff, rubbery little polyp of flesh, electric 
with tension. 

Penny was panting. Her nostrils flared with each hungry surge of air. She 
bucked under his mouth. He pressed his lips firmly to her slit and fluttered 
his tongue as fast as he could. Penny made "Mmmm-Mmmm-MM MM!" sounds in her 
throat. She quivered ecstatically. 

Peter kept his mouth glued to her pussy until she quieted, which was at 
least a long minute later. Then her hands relaxed and her legs fell limply 
across his shoulders. Her arms were flung loosely wide, palms up. Penny 
sighed deeply and often, smiling, as Peter disengaged himself from her legs 
and moved up beside her on the bed. He lay on his stomach. 

She said softly, "Grooooooovy." 

Peter grinned. "Coming is our most important product. 

"I'll buy that." Penny stretched, yawned, arched her back, thrust up her 
large, lovely young breasts, and sighed again. 

Peter said, "You're right, by the way." 

"What way?" 

"Sucking makes a person hot." He turned over. He bad a tremendous erection. 

'Oh, ho-ho. This could go on forever. If I suck you off again...." 

"Just use your hand. It's getting late and we've got school tomorrow." 

"Umm. Let's see if you've got much left to squirt." She sat up and crossed 
her legs in a lotus position. She reached for his long, stiff cock. Peter 
closed his eyes and relaxed as she began to stroke him. Long, slow strokes 
... up and down ... up and down ... the full length of his shaft. Good-good 
... He moved his hand to her open crotch. He idly found her clit and began 
rubbing it with a fingertip. Penny whispered, "Oh, boy!" She gradually 
speeded her pumping hand. 

A few moments later she was leaning forward over her widespread knees, both 
hands wrapped around his huge cock, pumping him as fast as she could, 
gasping with effort and from the rippling orgasm that was flooding through 
her body from his exquisitely sliding fingertip in her pussy. 

Peter was in his heaven. A scalding pleasure was erupting in his loins. He 
stiffened. His cock felt monstrously big and steel hard. His sister's 
gripping hands were flying up and down. A sob was torn from his throat. A 
thin spume of semen flew up from his cock. A smaller, weaker spurt followed. 
Peter's young face twisted with pleasure agony. More semen pulsed out of his 
cock. Penny watched, gasping, and pumped furiously, not stopping until his 
shaky hand touched her jerking wrists. 

Brother and sister were silent, breathing hard. Then Penny lethargically 
took a small wad of tissues from her robe pocket and wiped Peter's 
semen-spotted belly, and her hands. She said wonderingly, "God, sex is fun!" 

"It sure is." 

"I wonder why grown-ups are so afraid of it?" 

"Dunno. I think they're all crazy, anyhow." 

"Probably ... like Mother." 

"Yeah. Her." 

"You still going to try it?" 

Peter nodded. "Tuesday or Wednesday." 

"Wow." Penny kissed him on the lips. "I'm sleepy now. Sex is a good way to 
zonk yourself for a solid eight or nine hours." She left the bed and closed 
her wrinkled robe as she headed for the door. "G'night." 

Peter half waved. "G'night." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Lars disgustedly switched off the TV and walked through the house to the 
master bedroom. As he entered, Mae was just settling into bed with a copy of 
the latest Seductive Confessions. Lars started to undress. "They lost. 
Stupid coach tried a field goal from forty-five yards on fourth down and 
half a yard to go!" 

Mae made a sympathetic noise. She put aside her magazine. 

Lars shucked off his pants. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Get that 
green thing you're wearing off and get ready for me. I feel like fucking the 
shit out of you tonight." 

He dropped his briefs and displayed a half-hard cock. He smiled lewdly and 
peeled off his undershirt. He walked into the bathroom and didn't bother to 
close the door. In the bathroom he turned on the shower and for a moment 
admired his thick, heavily muscled chest, shoulders and arms in the mirror. 
He winked at his reflection, turned and stepped into the stall. Four minutes 
later Lars emerged from the bathroom, rubbing a big purple towel between his 
thick thighs. 

Mae had taken off her pale green sleeping gown and her sleeping bra. She lay 
passively between the green-and-white checkered sheets. Her breasts were 
covered. Her arms lay on the fuzzy red blanket. She watched Lars approach 
the bed. Her fingers plucked nervously at the blanket nap. 

He stood with his knees pressed against her side of the mattress. His thick, 
bludgeon-like cock hung down from its wiry blond nest. He waited. "Come on, 
you know what I want!" 

Mae frowned and shifted sideways toward him. She reached up gingerly with 
her left hand and took hold of his cock. Mae averted her eyes and played 
finger-hand games with the hardening, lengthening organ. 

Lars narrowed his blue eyes. He stood with his hands on hips. "Now suck it!" 

She made a complaining sound, but obediently shifted to one elbow on her 
side and brought her mouth close to the small heart-shaped, purplish glans. 
Mae licked it. 

"Suck!" 

"I told Penny doing this wasn't right. Just tonight I told her not ever to 
do it." Mae dropped her hand from his cock. 

"What a bunch of bullshit you hand out. Sucking a man is part of what a 
woman is good for. 

She ought to be good at it if she wants to hold a man. Nowdays every guy in 
the world expects it." 

"It's disgusting." 

"That's why you love to be made to do it, huh?" Lars chuckled and seized her 
short, straight brown hair. He pulled her face up against his cock. His 
shaft pressed against her cheek, his scrotum dangled against her chin. Her 
nose was pressed into his damp pubic hair. Lars rubbed her face against his 
hard cock. He pushed her head back a few inches and let the glans wobble 
before her mouth. 

Tears were gathering in the corners of Mae's eyes. She had a helpless, 
abject look. She opened her mouth slightly. Her lips quivered. Lars pressed 
the glans into her mouth. He still had his fingers clenched in her hair. He 
grated, "Use your tongue! God dammit, why do I have to tell you what to do 
each time?" 

He vindictively pulled her head toward his loins and drove his cock deep 
into her mouth, to the back of her throat. Mae gagged. Her palate convulsed. 
She tried to pull back. Lars let go. 

Mae buried her face in her pillow. She sobbed quietly. "I hate it." 

"Bullshit. Don't try to con me. Lie to yourself and the twins if you want, 
but not me. I know you too good." 

Lars then demanded: "How come you and Penny were talking about sucking?" 

"She-she asked about s-sex. She wanted to know how to act with boys." 

"I can imagine what you told her. She's one hell of a built girl." Lars' 
eyes softened with thought. "Got your tits already." 

"She's too well developed." 

"Huh." Lars pushed his left hand under Mae's large, yielding left breast. He 
cupped its size and weight with spread fingers. "It's these things that 
grabbed my eyes when I met you. Penny carries hers like she's glad she's got 
'em." He squeezed Mae's breast but was looking at the wall ... seeing Penny 
in his mind. 

"I don't want you looking at her." 

"You don't tell me what to look at!" Lars dragged the covers away from Mae's 
naked body. He climbed onto the bed and hauled her onto her back and forced 
her legs apart. He knelt between and reached out to maul her large, heaving 
breasts. He pinched her big, stimulated nipples. "You love this kind of 
treatment. I love giving it to you. That's why we're happy. That's why you 
'let' me move in last year." 

"No-" 

"If I turned softie you'd order me out. You'd hate me for not being tough 
and dominating." He sank strong fingers deep into her soft breasts. He 
twisted cruelly and brought a twist of pain to her slack, open-mouthed face. 
Lars took his left hand from her right breast and pressed it between her 
thighs to her crotch. He eased his middle finger between her pussy lips. He 
smiled. "You can't lie to your body, and your cunt doesn't lie. You're wet 
as a sponge." 

He delved his finger up and down in her juicy slit. He poked it deep into 
her vagina. His fingertip reached the mouth of her cervix. He tickled it. 
Mae inhaled sharply. She squirmed. Lars took his finger out of her. He came 
down on her. He pulled her knees up. His cock probed blindly for entrance. 
She suffered his weight gladly. She strainod for breath. She waited, 
secretly impatient, for him to get inside. 

Lars found her wet slit and within it her vaginal mouth. His cock stretched 
her opening as it shouldered into her cunt. He grunted with satisfaction as 
he forced a shaky moan from her by his massive invading thrust. He said, 
"Lots of hard meat down there, uh?" 

"Yes...." 

Lars wrestled her legs up onto his broad shoulders. He doubled her up. His 
thick cock sank farther into her belly. He felt the spasming cervix against 
his glans, and he drove it up and back. 

Mae moaned and clutched his tensed white buttocks with reaching, clawing 
hands. "What do you want?" 

She pressed her face against his neck. His slightly stubbly beard abrazed 
her cheek. She whispered, shaking, "Fuck me." 

"What?" 

"Fuck me, darling." She mouthed the words fiercely next to his ear. "Fuck 
the shit out of me!" Her eyes were shut tight. The light in the room was 
still on. 

Lars chuckled with satisfaction. He reared back and thrust his thick, long 
cock down into her gaping, bright-pink vulva. He was able to bury his cock 
all the way. She was tight and hot and juicy, and she spasmed inside when he 
reached the six-and-a-half-inch depth. That wonderful little spasm made 
fucking Mae a pure delight. He hadn't found anything just like it in any 
other woman. Lars pounded down into her. He braced himself on his hands and 
used his powerful athlete's back and buttock muscles to lever his thrusts 
from his toes. 

Mae made whispery amazed-delighted "Ooo" sounds in his ear. Lars began to 
puff. He had that tingling glow in his cock that meant a terrific release 
was building up, but his back was aching. He resented having to do all the 
work, while Mae lay on her back and enjoyed it all. Lars stopped. He let her 
legs drop off his shoulders. He pulled out. 

Mae opened her eyes, frowning. "Did you finish so soon? I didn't feel-" 

"No, I didn't finish. Saving that for your mouth." He watched the flicker of 
excited disgust and repressed resistance in her eyes. He straddled her chest 
and leaned over her, until his stiff cock hung down and jostled against her 
left cheek. Lars bunched the pillow under her head until her head was raised 
to the proper position. His cock wobbled against her jaw. He grasped the top 
of the headboard. He looked down. "Now, bitch, open those sweet lips and 
start sucking!" 

"Do you have to use me this way?" 

"Yes. I like it." He waited, his hard eyes making her look away. Mae gently 
took his cock and guided it into her soft, warm mouth. Her tongue slowly 
slithered along the underside of his glans. Lars smiled faintly and watched. 
His hips began a gradual, gentle thrusting of his cock deeper into her 
mouth. Only his hips moved, pivoting on his lower spine and hip-thigh 
joints. 

Mae's eyes softened and fluttered closed. She sucked and let her fingers cup 
his scrotum. She abandoned herself to the act of pleasing him. Her nostrils 
flared delicately. Her cheeks and jaws and neck muscles flexed with her 
sensual activity. 

Imperceptibly, Lars's gentle thrusts of cock became more forceful and 
deeper. Soon he was sliding his smallish glans and three inches of his thick 
shaft past her straining lips. Mae put her hands around the base of his 
shaft. As he withdrew those inches, she let her hands draw the skin up 
toward the glans. As he thrust deep into her mouth, her hands drew the skin 
back and pressed against his thick blond mat of pubic hair. The shameful, 
half-frightening hot bulk slid in and out of her mouth, and she both loved 
and hated it. 

Lars took one hand from the headboard and dropped it behind him to her 
loins. He continued fucking her mouth as he explored her crotch. He found 
her slit oozing juice. He dug his finger into her vulva and stroked up over 
her vibrant clitoris. Mae undulated against his hand. She sucked his 
thrusting cock more ardently. She began a triple speed pumping of his shaft 
with both hands. 

Lars grunted with swiftly mounting pleasure. He plunged his finger into her 
vagina. Her cunt was slimy hot inside, and seemed to cling as tightly to his 
finger as her mouth clung to the end of his cock. Mae's head jerked with his 
panting thrusts and her own fast double-handed stroking of his massively 
thick cock. Lars' mouth was drawn open in a pleasure grimace. He was 
grunting with each thrust into her working mouth. He was close to spurting 
... closer. 

Lust-inspired, he inserted his thumb into her wet, loose vulva, too, and 
fiendishly grasped her swollen clitoris. Mae jerked and gave a high-pitched 
moan around the thick, hard length of his cock buried in her mouth. Her eyes 
widened and her hands tightened on the base of his shaft. She sucked even 
more fiercely. Lars gasped and tried to thrust even more into her mouth. His 
glans butted against the back of her throat. The surrounding muscles rippled 
and clenched softly on the head. The root of her tongue flexed against the 
underside of the glans. 

He ruthlessly pinched her clitoris. Mae stiffened. She sucked a 
half-strangled chestful of air past his massive cock. Lars was in a limbo of 
intense, frozen pleasure-a glorious moment of sensation just previous to 
orgasm. Mae's hands seemed to milk his shaft She permitted his glans to stay 
far back in her mouth where it continued to trigger gagging throat spasms. 

Lars forgot her clitoris. His fingers went lax in her slit. He began a 
swift, husky panting between clenched teeth. His cock seemed to leap deeper 
into her mouth and jet semen in a solid stream. She managed to close her 
throat to the flow. Her tongue whipped madly. Her eyes were clenched tight 
shut. A deep red congestion of blood flushed her face and neck. Mae endured 
his spurting until her mouth was overflowing. He had an amazing amount of 
semen. 

She finally pulled her straining mouth from his cock and swallowed 
desperately. She pressed her face to his left thigh as she kept on pumping 
his dribbling, slab-like cock. Drops of white stuff dripped down onto her 
left shoulder and breast. She panted with excitement and to feed her starved 
lungs. 

Lars stopped her hand. He sat back on her belly. He was very heavy on her. 
Her guts hurt. He sighed with satisfaction. "Very good." He moved off her 
and lay flat on his back on the bed. "Wipe me." 

Mae went into the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth. She carefully 
wiped his softened cock, milked it gently for any remaining semen, wiped 
again, and went back into the bathroom. There, she wiped her shoulder and 
breast clean. She rinsed her mouth with a commercial mouthwash. She 
showered. When she emerged from the bathroom again, Lars was under the 
covers, asleep. 

Mae had not been satisfied. Her clitoris was throbbing itchily. She watched 
Lars carefully. He was breathing deeply, his left arm cradling his head. The 
harsh lines in his face were softened and relaxed in sleep. She crept to her 
dresser and carefully pulled open the lowest drawer. She reached in under 
some old pajamas and took out a long, square brown cardboard box. 

Glancing apprehensively at Lars, she crept back into the bathroom. There, 
she locked the door and sat on the toilet seat. She opened the box and 
revealed a long, thick, soft, flesh-colored plastic dildo. It was crudely 
molded in the shape of a penis. It was nine-and-a-quarter inches long. She 
had intercepted a sex brochure months before, addressed to her husband, and 
had been astounded at the devices advertised. After weeks of hesitation she 
had ordered the dildo. It was called "The Woman Killer." 

Mae kept glancing at the bathroom door, to assure herself it was still 
locked. She listened tensely for sounds in the house. She licked her lips 
nervously and took the long, heavy implement from its nest of tissue. Mae 
had used it only three times, each time Lars had not satisfied her. This was 
the fourth time. She stood, got Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, greased 
the shaft, and settled down on the toilet seat again. She spread her legs 
and used one hand to open her pussy lips. Her breath came in deep, excited 
inhalations. 

Mae positioned the egg-sized head of the dildo and twisted and worked it 
into herself. She began to blink rapidly. She reached up and switched off 
the bathroom light. In the total darkness, she grasped the last few inches 
of the dildo with both hands and pulled it deep into her cunt. A low groan 
escaped her. Her belly quivered. She worked herself lower, till her buttocks 
were closer to the front edge of the toilet seat. She opened her thighs 
still further. She pulled the dildo even more deeply. She held it at maximum 
penetration. Her insides spasmed. 

The edge of her gripping right hand was pressing into her gaping vulva. The 
tensed muscle beside the knuckle of her little finger was touching her 
exposed, hard clitoris. Mae's throat tightened. She rubbed her clitoris in 
that way, turning and twisting the dildo, stirring the massive length in her 
belly, sliding the edge of her hand over the slick sensitivity of her 
peanut-sized clitoris. Her mouth hung open. She gasped deep and fast. She 
slowly tensed-her head lowered till her chin was pressed between her full 
breasts. She hunched forward. 

Mae shuddered in the darkness and slowly relaxed. Her breathing quieted. Her 
hands loosened on the end of the dildo ... then fell away to hang, swaying. 
The dildo remained buried in her, moving minutely to the continuing minor 
spasms of her cunt. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Penny entered Peter's room the next morning. She wore a green plaid skirt, a 
white blouse, and carried her school books and loose-leaf binder. Her 
red-brown hair hung straight, controlled by bobby pins. 

Peter was still in bed. He grinned. 

Penny made a wondering face. "You really going to try it this morning?" 

"Sure. I said I would." 

Penny sat on the edge of his bed. "I'll bet you don't. I'll bet you turn 
chicken at the last minute." 

"All I have to do is think of Dad and what we saw and heard." 

Penny nodded and sobered. "Yeah." Her full young lips tightened. 

Peter pushed the covers down to expose his nakedness. "Want to help a 
little? Give me a hard-on." 

Penny grinned wickedly. "Okay, but I bet you don't keep it very long." She 
put her books aside and reached for his soft cock. She fondled it and 
flipped it. Impulsively, she bent over and stuffed it all into her mouth. 
She tongued and sucked. 

Peter whispered, "Hey ... good!" 

Penny felt his cock begin to swell. She giggled and tried to keep it all. 
But it expanded-bigger and thicker and longer. She gave up the struggle. She 
concentrated on the big glans. The shaft lengthened dramatically. She held 
his cock with both hands and sucked on the glans. After a minute his cock 
was as hard as it could get. She lifted her mouth away and released it. It 
flopped stiffly, heavily, agaisnt his flat, white belly. The mauve glans 
rested at least an inch above his belly button, almost blending with the 
tanned skin there. Penny patted his hard-on with her hand. "Mission 
accomplished." She raised incredulous brown eyes to his. "Are you really 
going to do it?" 

"Tune in after school and find out." 

"Wow-if you can!" She put her hand on his stomach. "Don't you have 
butterflies here?" 

Peter nodded. His assured smile turned a little sick. "I keep telling 
myself-Remember the picnic." 

"Um-hmm!" Penny leaned far forward and kissed him on the lips. "I'll tell 
her now, then run off to school." She squeezed his cock, smiled 
encouragingly, picked up her books and things, and left his room. 

Penny went into the kitchen. Mae wore a pink robe over her sleeping gown. 
She was buttering toast. The breakfast table was set for three. Lars had 
left for work a half hour earlier. There were bowls of puffed rice with milk 
and sliced peaches waiting for Penny and Peter. 

Penny said, "Mom, I think Peter's sick. I just looked in on him and he was 
still in bed and he said he had an upset stomach." 

"Oh...." Mae skidded her chair back. "I'll go look at him. Eat your 
breakfast." 

"I have to go now. I'm meeting Joyce Adams at the cafeteria early. We're a 
committee of two to decide on decorations for the dance." Penny daintily 
picked up a slice of peach and dropped it into her mouth. "I'll get some 
raisin mush at school." 

Mae looked-skeptical. "More like raisin pastry." 

"Oh, Mother!" Penny headed for the front door. She grinned and shivered as 
she left the house. Boy-if Peter could pull it off! 

* * * 

Mae went into the hall bathroom and took the thermometer from the top shelf 
of the medicine cabinet. She took it from its black plastic tube and was 
shaking it down when she knocked once on Peter's door and entered. "Peter?" 
She took two steps into his room before she saw what he was doing. 

Her son was lying in bed, at least naked to the waist, only a sheet covering 
him from there on down to where the single blanket was bunched at his knees. 
He was fondling himself under the sheet! 

Mae stopped and gasped, "PETER! Stop that!" 

He jerked his hand away and out from under the sheet. He pressed both hands 
down against his hips. This action-accidental of course, Mae thought 
instantly-tightened the sheet over his middle. His massive erection was 
sharply outlined. 

Mae stared. She faltered. She had not seen Peter's genitals in years. Not 
since he had begun to develop. She dragged her eyes away from that 
incredibly long bulge. "Penny-Penny said...." She had to face up to what he 
had been doing when she entered. Mae stood at the foot of his bed and looked 
fiercely at a point on the headboard just to the right of his ear. "Peter, 
it isn't ... it isn't good for you to play with yourself. You have to resist 
the temptation." 

Peter was very nervous. "I guess so, but I get hard all the time, Mom. I 
mean, all the time!" 

"Well, of course, you're young." 

"I've always got it, though. I think something's wrong with me." 

Mae's gaze was lured to his middle again. She couldn't believe it! 
"Nonsense, Peter!" 

"But it's so big ... it's bigger by a lot than any of the guys I see in gym 
at school, in the showers." 

Mae's chest felt constricted, as if an iron skin had been grown on her in 
the last few seconds. 

She stood frozen, the thermometer forgotten in her right hand. 

Peter licked his lips. He watched her. He swallowed. "See?" He flipped the 
sheet away. 

Mae gave a small cry as his huge cock was revealed to her. She swayed. 
"Cover yourself!" 

Peter started to, then stopped. "No! I want you to see it and tell me if I'm 
normal or not." 

"I'm sure you are, Peter." Her voice trembled slightly. Her eyes roved the 
length of his naked cock. Bigger-bigger than Lars! Fifteen years old and 
he's got more than Lars! Almost as big as-She compared Peter's hard, 
throbbing cock to the dildo she had used the night before. 

Peter became more confident. His mouth firmed. "I get sick sometimes if I 
don't-you know-masturbate. I try not to do it, but like this morning-I woke 
up and there it was, all big and hard, and sort of achy. I ache if I don't 
do something when it gets this bad. I get sick to my stomach, like now." 

Mae could only nod and drag her eyes away. She met Peter's brown eyes and 
found a disturbing strength there. She looked away-the window. She said 
automatically, "But self-abuse is never...." 

Peter overrode her. "I think I've got a fever from it now." He had noted the 
thermometer. "Take my temperature." 

Mae was afraid to walk around the bed to him. An icky apprehension slimed 
the pit of her stomach. She stood, almost gasping, puzzling over her 
anxiety. Peter is my son. Peter is my SON! 

"Take my temperature, Mom!" 

"I don't think-" 

"Come on, take my temperature! I've probably got a fever from this!" His 
eyes were hard, his voice commanding. 

Mae shivered. She found herself moving around to his side. She kept her eyes 
rigidly on his chin. But her inner eyes were on the massive erection she saw 
in the corner of her vision. 

A glitter of success and power came to Peter's eyes as she approached. It 
was easy! He patted the bed at his hip. "Sit down!" 

"P-please cover yourself ... Please." 

"Sit down here, Mom! Sit down!" 

"Peter, it isn't right...." She sat on the very edge of the bed, only one 
buttock supporting her. Her hand trembled visibly as she put the thermometer 
in his mouth. Her other hand unconsciously gripped her robe closed at her 
throat. 

Peter asked around the thermometer, "Wha d-you thinsh wrong wi me?" His eyes 
guided her eyes to his cock. 

"N-nothing, dear. You're only ... only growing up. Teenage boys often have 
ah excess of ... of virility at your age ... and they have to learn to 
channel that sexual energy into other areas." 

Mae found herself watching the tiny jerkings of his huge organ. It rested 
aslant his belly, pointing at her! She compared the differences between her 
son's giant cock to that of Lars' very big one. She was continually amazed 
at its size. Peter's belly was so flat and muscular, his hips so lean and 
bony. The big head of his cock actually extended out beyond his hipbone! 
What a terribly big thing to shove into a woman! Mae closed her eyes. She 
shivered. She became lost in shameful sexual images. Horrible thoughts 
welled up from the "dirty" part of her mind. She hated them. 

Mae started when Peter touched her a moment later. He pointed to the 
thermometer. She took it from his mouth with a still shaking hand. As she 
tried to concentrate on the reading she noted that his erection had softened 
a bit. For some reason she felt safer, less threatened. She shifted and sat 
fully on the bed. Mae told herself she was being foolish. Peter was only 
fifteen years old. She was his mother. But a hysterical anxiety bubbled in 
the sewer of her mind. She managed to focus her eyes and mind on the 
thermometer reading. "You're perfectly normal, dear." 

"No, I'm not normal, Mom! I've got this lousy ache down here...." He handled 
his cock. He held it up. It surged with renewed growth. 

Mae's eyes could not resist. An odd fluttering began in her belly. She said, 
"Most men would be envious of you, dear. They'd s-say...." 

"What, Mom? What would they say if they saw how big I am?" 

"They'd-they'd probably wish they had one as big." 

"But it still aches. It aches every day if I don't masturbate. That isn't 
right, is it? It isn't normal." 

Mae didn't answer. He was slowly-slowly-working the skin up and down ... up 
and down ... up and down ... She watched, almost hypnotized. The skin fluted 
up over the big purplish-pink head, then was drawn down till the skin was 
taut and smooth and the upper five inches of shaft was in bold, perfect 
tension ... Then his gripping hand swept up the long, hard column till the 
head was covered again and the skin pouted closed over it. The thermometer 
dropped from Mae's fingers, forgotten. 

"Mom ... Mom ... would you examine it and see if it's normal?" 

"No ... Peter ... no...." 

"But you're my mother. There's nothing wrong with you seeing it. There's 
nothing wrong with you looking at it. There's nothing wrong with you 
touching it." 

"I-can't!" 

"There's nothing wrong with a mother examining her son's body to see if he's 
okay, is there?" 

"No, but...." Mae was confused. Her right hand moved slightly toward his 
naked hip. 

"It'll just be an examination! There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" 

She whispered, "But you're so grown up-there. You're so big." Her hand 
shifted another inch. 

Peter saw the small moves. He grinned. "C'mon, Mom! Take a hold of it! Look 
at it real close! Tell me if it's normal!" He let go of his cock. It flopped 
and smacked meatily on his belly. 

Mae's right hand rose in the air and gingerly approached his throbbing 
organ. Her hand was like a frightened animal making small, darting 
approaches and retreats. She snatched her trembling hand back at the last 
instant. She shook her head. 

Peter became exasperated. "Mom, you're weird! I haven't got leprosy, have I? 
You're making a federal case out of nothing!" Peter grabbed her right wrist 
and guided her hand to his cock. 

Mae gasped as if she was touching a fiery ingot when her palm contacted the 
hot, hard, rounded surface of his cock. 

"Now look at it! Examine it!" 

Mae felt helpless. Was she acting like a fool? Surely it couldn't be wrong 
for a mother ... If he hurt anywhere else-his foot-she wouldn't hesitate. 
She closed her ringers around his hot thickness. She could feel the hard 
pulse of his blood. His maleness was in her hand! Mae tried to make it an 
objective act, a doctor-like handling. She lifted it and forced herself to 
see all the details-the beautiful ivory coloring of the skin, the purplish 
veins, the beautiful tints of pink here and there ... the silky texture of 
the swollen glans ... even the small accumulation of secretion in the 
slightly gaping opening at the tip. "It looks all right, Peter." Her shaking 
voice betrayed her. She bit her tongue. 

"Look at my balls, too! Maybe they're the problem." 

Mae had the feeling of being sucked deeper and deeper into an impossible 
situation. It was surrealistic. But, she told herself, having gone this far 
... She dipped a trembling hand into his crotch and lifted the blond-fuzzed 
sac of his balls. Mae had to shift more fully onto the bed. She used both 
hands to examine his warm scrotum. His balls moved within, avoiding or 
seeking the warmth of her palms and fingers. "They-they look fine." 

"I still ache, though. Right now I ache like hell." 

"I'm sorry, Peter. Maybe ... maybe you should relieve yourself once in a 
while ... if it's as bad-" Mae spoke as she avoided his eyes and avoided 
looking at his huge, throbbing cock. She searched distractedly for the 
thermometer in the folds of the sheet. 

Suddenly Peter had grabbed her wrist again. He put her hand on his cock. "If 
you did it for me, Mom, you could tell if I'm normal that way." Their eyes 
locked for an instant. Peter's brown eyes were fierce with desire and power. 
Naked power. 

Mae shivered. He knew her terrible weakness, her secret! She flushed beet 
red. Her hand stayed where he had placed it. A fiend in her mind capered 
with dirty joy. She pushed him down-out of sight! But her fingers slowly 
closed around Peter's thick cock. She whispered, "Maybe I could tell if...." 

"If you helped me get rid of the ache!" 

"Yes ... maybe ... then...." She knew she was fooling no one. Not herself. 
She couldn't say no if yes was said hard enough. Her will dissolved. 
Especially in sex. Sex ... with her son! 

Mae sobbed. Her breath caught. She hung her head. She sat shaking, her right 
hand grasping Peter's massive cock. But not moving on him. She had to be 
further browbeaten-forced-to do that. 

"Mother, move the skin up and down!" 

Mae turned her face away ... and began a small movement of her hand. 

"More than that! Come on! Faster! You know what to do!" 

"Oh, Peter...." But she obeyed her son. Her hand tightened on his shaft and 
her hand swept up ... and down ... and up ... Mae wanted to watch her hand, 
but could not accept that much willing participation. She kept her head down 
and looking away ... and her eyes closed ... as a rhythm was set-as the bed 
creaked in time with her strokes. It was awful-shameful-what she was doing! 
But she continued to do it. I'm jacking off my son! 

She heard Peter's shallow, quick breathing, and her own gasps. She felt the 
wonderful hardness in her grip, the incredible length, as her arm swept up 
and down. Mae existed for a moment in a kind of stasis-a nonthinking world 
of sounds and movement. Then she opened her eyes and saw in the corner of 
her eye the tension and lust in her son's young face as he stared raptly at 
what her arm and hand were doing for him. 

She flushed again. She made her arm jerk up and down faster! She almost 
moaned with shame when Peter said, "God, Mom-Ummm, keep that up ... just 
like that!" 

She kept it up. She heard and felt the signs of Peter's rapidly approaching 
climax. She turned her head away as far as possible. She closed her eyes 
tight. Mae flailed her arm up and down! She heard his ragged gasps-his cock 
was a hot, thick, vibrant bone in her tight, sliding grasp. Then his cock 
jerked in her grip-again!-again!-and she felt flowing semen on her hand, 
running down over her fingers. 

She was panting with the exertion and still red-faced with humiliation. She 
continued pumping him until he whispered, "That's enough, Mom!" 

She took her hand away. She held her hand away from her. Her fingers were 
drippy with semen. The smell was strong. Mae sat staring at her hand. 

"Go wash your hands, Mom! And bring something to wipe me off!" 

She obeyed. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Penny rushed into Peter's room as soon as she got home from school. "What 
happened?" She saw Peter's grin. "You did it?" 

He nodded. "Where's she now?" 

"In the kitchen. Tell me!" Penny got on the bed and tucked her feet under 
her. 

Peter was at his desk. He used one finger to flip a history book shut. He 
shifted his chair around. He was dressed in blue jeans and a blue striped 
shirt. He was barefoot. He leaned forward confidentially, still grinning. 
"It was easy!" He kept his voice low. "She just collapsed. All you have to 
do is give her orders. Be firm! Just like Lars!" 

"Tell me what you said, and what she said, and what happened!" 

Peter told Penny, almost word-for-word, motion-for-motion. He finished, "She 
went out of here in a fuckin' daze! I can do anything I want with her!" 

"She really jacked you off? Really?" Penny searched his face for a sign of a 
put-on. 

"I swear!" Peter couldn't suppress his continuing, triumphant grin. "It was 
out of sight! And Jesus-did I ever shoot! What a feeling that was!" 

"God!" Penny said wonderingly. "God!" 

"You can do it, too." 

Penny's jaw dropped. "You mean a lesbian scene with my own mother?" She 
giggled. 

"Why not? I'll bet you could make her do it." 

"Oh, wow." Penny giggled again. She flushed slightly. "I don't know." She 
looked admiringly at Peter. "You really did it?" 

"I told you! You want me to call her in here and jack me off again so you 
can watch?" 

"Sure, go ahead!" 

"Nope. It's your turn to do something. We've got to figure out what to do 
next. I don't think I can do anything with Mom again very soon. It blew her 
mind this morning. I have to give her time to get used to what happened ... 
sort of make up excuses for herself." 

"Yeah, I guess." Penny reached out and patted the bulge of his cock in his 
pants. He obviously wore no underwear. His cock was distinctly outlined and 
warm to the touch. She said, "Anything left for me tonight?" 

"I owe you something, I think." Peter reached and cupped one of her large 
breasts. He squeezed her blouse fondly. "I've been thinking a lot today. 
About you and Mom and Lars." His finger tapped against her bra-covered 
nipple. A swelling began. Penny subtly stuck out her chest in response. 

She asked, "What about me?" 

"Well, you've sucked me off twice so far, and I haven't gone down on you 
once yet." 

"Oh ... I like that kind of thinking." Penny's eyes danced. "Something to 
look forward to for later." 

"Why wait?" 

"Mom might barge in. Lars will be coming home and he might want you to do 
something." 

"I'll just give you a taste. I want to try it now." 

"Wowee, brother, you're getting bold. Success has gone to your head." 

Peter dropped his hand to her knee and slid it in under her skirt to her 
crotch. He finger-tipped her pussy through her pastel-green pantyhose. "Slip 
these off and lay back." 

"Ohh, I'm tempted." Penny glanced at the door. 

"Do it!" 

She blinked and looked at him. Penny opened her mouth, closed it, and 
smiled. She rolled backward and freed her legs. She lifted her hips and 
hooked her thumbs under her panty waistband and wriggled them down off her 
hips. Peter helped slide them down her legs and off. Penny said, "If Mom 
sees me come out of here without these on!" 

"Put them on again after!" Peter bunched the pair of pantyhose into a ball 
and pushed them into her blouse. 

Penny was still on her back. "Go ahead, then, Mister Dictator!" She spread 
her legs wide on the bed. Her right leg hung off the bed at the knee. 

Peter gazed at Penny's naked pussy. It pouted open slightly. There was a 
hint of wetness between the pink lips. A thin brown fuzz of hair framed the 
slit. He hitched his chair up against the bed. He leaned into the inviting V 
of her thighs. He kissed the smooth, evenly tanned skin and reached into her 
crotch to gently pull open her pussy lips. 

Penny was up on her elbows, watching. "Don't bite!" 

"Was I afraid you'd bite me?" He gave her a disgusted look and strained 
forward. He couldn't reach her pussy. "Scoot this way." 

Penny slid closer. She was nervous and excited. She licked her lips as 
Peter's mouth approached her vulva. Peter parted her pussy lips again. He 
studied the territory. She was all pink and glistening. He saw the upper 
groove that hid her pinhead clitoris, and below it-there was the 
finger-sized opening of her vagina. He slipped a finger into her and touched 
the tissue wall that proved she was still a virgin. 

Penny divined his move. "Seeing if I lost my cherry to my math teacher? I'm 
saving it for you, Peter." She had said it lightly, jokingly, but they both 
heard the undertone of truth. 

Peter glanced up and met her suddenly skittish gaze. Penny colored. Peter 
grinned. "I want it, too! When the right time comes...." 

He bit her inner left thigh. Penny muffled a squeal and a giggle. He stuck 
out his tongue-and then stabbed it at her open vulva. Penny gave a little 
surprised, reflexive jump of her hips. 

He began lapping upward, like a dog, nicking his tongue at the top of each 
stroke, his tongue-tip parting the soft inner valley of labia that hid her 
clitoris. Penny's thigh muscles rippled. His tongue was sliding over her 
clit! Each lapping stroke was dynamite! She moaned appreciatively. "God!" 
Her golden brown eyes dilated imperceptibly. Peter knew he had her 
attention. He licked steadily. The back of his tongue began to sting. His 
jaws started to ache. He wasn't in love with the taste of her juices, but it 
wasn't bad. 

Penny started squirming her hips. She said, "God!" again, almost in awe at 
the sweet, strong, tingling sensations that wormed in her pussy from his 
constant licking. Penny's breasts began rising and falling very fast. "Oh, 
wow ... wow...." She clenched her fists. Her pussy jerked against his mouth. 
She bit her full lower lip to keep her moans under control. 

Peter managed to lick her clit even faster. The tiny organ was a stiff 
little spike under his moving tongue. He liked the power of his tongue. He 
almost stopped during her orgasm to laugh. Penny's head was rocking at the 
end of her neck. Her eyes were closed. Her thighs wanted to close on his 
head. She was panting, nostrils flaring. When her breathing told him she was 
past the peak and into the slow fading of pleasure, Peter lifted his head 
out of the musky vise of her crotch. 

There was a soft, dreamy expression in Penny's eyes. Her mouth was soft and 
full and curved into a sensual smile. She said, "I'll take that all the 
time!" 

Peter wiped his lips with his hand. He sat back in his chair. He glanced at 
his watch. "Four minutes." 

"You fink! Did you time me?" 

"Sure. Think what a solid half hour of that would do to you." 

"Promises, promises!" 

"I have to build up endurance first, though." 

"Practice on me any time." Penny sighed. She unfurled her pantyhose and 
slowly began putting them on. "Want me to suck you off now?" 

"Later. After they go to bed." 

Penny nodded. She smoothed the pantyhose on her thighs and got off the bed 
to adjust the panties. 

Peter drew his fingers through his long hair. He said seriously, "I think we 
ought to get rid of Lars." 

"How do you mean?" Penny smoothed her skirt and tucked in her blouse. 

"He and Mom aren't married, are they? He's just living here. We could get 
rid of him easy." 

"Why?" Penny sat on the edge of the bed. 

"So he won't interfere with our punishment of Mom. You're going to set him 
up." 

"So tell me." 

Peter leaned forward. "Listen...." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was a week before the right moment arrived for step one in the plan to 
get rid of Lars. Peter suddenly requested-demanded Mae drive him to the 
special hobby store located ten miles away. That left Lars in the bathroom 
and Penny in the house alone with him. Lars preferred to take baths instead 
of showers, so was using the hall bathroom, the one used by the twins. 

Penny, in her room, quickly stripped naked, powdered, dabbed some perfume, 
and slipped on a thin yellow robe. She tweaked her nipples to make them puff 
out, then cinched the robe snugly to her body. She took a deep, determined 
breath, checked herself in the mirror, and went out of her room to the 
bathroom. She heard Lars splashing in the tub. She smiled, wiped the smile 
from her lips and burst into the bathroom. Lars was in the tub, in deep 
water, lathering his chest. He looked startled for an instant-then smiled. 

Penny pretended to be confused. "Oh! Oh, hey, I'm sorry." She didn't back 
out. She gazed at him with frank interest. Lars was built like a blond bull. 
He had a thick chest, a massive pair of shoulders ... He was very 
pale-skinned. Penny couldn't see any farther down his body. The side of the 
tub blocked her view. 

"That's okay. Honest mistake. I should have locked the door." Lars continued 
soaping his chest. 

Penny searched for an opening gambit. She said lamely, "Wow, you sure have 
got muscles." 

"I used to play some football. Wrestled some, too." He let his eyes 
obviously rove her body, lingering at her large breasts. "You're developing 
into a lovely young woman." 

"I guess I'm developing all right." Penny looked down at her large, 
prominent breasts. Her nipples poked out nicely against the thin yellow 
cotton. "I've got Mother's bust!" 

Lars chuckled. "You could do worse." 

"I'm not complaining." Penny shifted weight to her other foot. "Not about 
that, anyway." 

Lars lifted his left arm and soaped his armpit. "Got a problem, Penny?" 

"I guess I do-about Mom. But I guess this isn't the time or place to talk to 
you about it." 

"Why not? She's out of the house, so we can talk candidly. We're both adults 
... I consider you and Peter adults. Kids nowdays are very sophisticated. 
Does my being naked in this tub bother you?" 

Penny smiled. "No. Does it bother you?" 

Lars smiled. "Just a hair. But I'll live. Tell me your problem with Mae." 

Penny casually came forward and sat on the toilet lid. She could see down 
into the water. The water was a bit murky from soap, but there was his 
cock-small, half hidden in pubic hair and the valley of his crotch. She 
pretended at first not to notice it. 

Lars glanced sharply at her, then painted a fixed, amused smile on his lips. 
He went on soaping himself thoroughly. 

Penny said, "Ohhh ... Mom is so uptight about sex. I just can't get an 
honest, realistic answer from her about certain things." 

"Such as?" 

"Well ... like when I go out with boys on dates and we start to mess around 
a little. You know. She says don't hardly even kiss! But we do more than 
that! I like to ... well ... I like to let a boy I like feel me up." Penny 
tossed her long reddish brown hair defiantly. "I enjoy it. And I like to 
touch him, too. Is that so bad?" Her body movement resulted in her robe 
sliding off her thighs. She let it hang open, but kept her knees together. 

Lars' hand had stopped moving on his left arm. He stared at Penny, then 
painted on his smile again. He shook his head. "I like your honesty. I'm 
with you. Nothing wrong with some pleasant groping." His eyes darted 
frequently at her slim, tanned young legs. 

"Not to Mother. She gets a wild, hysterical look in her eyes if I even hint 
at something like touching a boy's cock." Penny loved the slight widening of 
Lars' blue eyes. She decided she liked him ... a little. She noticed that 
his cock was larger now. And he wasn't trying to hide it. She continued, "If 
I was to admit I like playing with cocks, on dates, she'd spatter her mind 
all over the room!" 

Lars had to laugh. "Yes, she would. But you kids don't understand your 
mother. Her puritan outside hides a pretty sexy inside. But she's ashamed of 
her sexuality and it takes a certain amount of ... pressure ... to free it." 

"Why can't she be honest?" Penny leaned forward and made sure her robe gaped 
to show most of her breasts. "She's so phony." 

"She can't help it. Just let her alone. If you need advice ... come to me." 

"I have. Here I am." Penny smiled at him. She looked directly down at his 
middle, at his erection. "What should I do?" 

His cock's head reached almost to the surface. "Two things, Penny. Play 
games with boys if you want, just don't get pregnant. Don't let them have 
intercourse with you." 

"You mean, fuck me?" 

Lars smiled widely. "Yes-don't get fucked." He boldly looked into her robe. 
"And the second thing is-don't play games with me, unless you want some 
action." 

"Oh. I should just do what feels good, if I feel like it? Just on impulse? 
Provided I don't get p.g.?" 

"That's it." Lars put his arms on the sides of the tub and arched his loins 
to the surface. His very large cock lay wet and hard on his thick belly. 
"And remember-a man is not a boy!" 

"I'll say!" Penny pretended to be impressed with his size. "Wow. Are you 
ever hung!" 

"Never saw one this big before, I'll bet!" 

She shook her head. She widened her eyes and went to her knees beside the 
tub. "Can I feel it?" Inside, she was laughing. Outside, she was awestruck. 

Lars said proudly, "Of course. If you want to-do it." 

Penny put hesitant fingers on his wet, hard cock. Her fingers closed around 
its extreme thickness. It more than filled her hand. It definitely was 
thicker than Peter's cock. Penny lifted Lars' heavy organ. She looked at it 
as if she had never seen a cock before. She experimentally pulled the pale 
skin up and down. "I've never seen one in the light like this, all naked and 
everything." 

Lars watched her curious, manipulating hand. "Don't let my size scare you, 
Penny. Most men aren't nearly this big." 

She nodded. "I'll remember. But wow." She giggled as if embarrassed. She 
pulled and squeezed his cock this way and that, testing its stiffness and 
hardness. Her robe's sash had loosened with her move to her knees beside the 
tub. Her yellow robe was hanging open above the waist, showing Lars the 
full, white, hanging melons of her breasts. The knuckles of his right hand 
were in contact with the soft side swell of her left breast. Penny leaned 
forward more and squashed the breast against the back of his hand. The thin 
cotton of her robe was no barrier to the warmth and feel of her lush flesh. 
He felt the protrusion of her nipple. She seemed unaware, absorbed by her 
playing with his cock. Lars began moving the back of his hand gently against 
her breast. 

Penny asked, still ignoring his hand, "Do you squirt?" 

He nodded. "Do you want to see it happen?" 

"Sure. Do it." 

He laughed. "You make it happen. You know how!" A measure of force came into 
Lars' voice. "Keep on moving your hand up and down like that!" 

"Oh, you want me to jack you off." Penny smiled. "I guess it would be 
educational. But I've never jacked a boy-or a man!-off all the way before." 
She continued a slow pumping of his cock. 

"Now's your chance. Hmm?" Lars winked. "You'll know what to expect next 
time-with your boyfriends on dates." 

"Yeah...." Penny increased the speed and depth of her stroking. "How long 
will it take?" 

"Couple minutes." Lars kept his loins surfaced in the tub. He turned his 
right hand against her breast until his palm was pressing against the full, 
thinly covered roundness. He fondled. 

Penny looked down at his hand. "I kind of enjoy that." Her pumping hand and 
arm made her body move rhythmically. 

"Me, too." Lars slipped his hand into her gaping robe and fondled her other 
breast. His fingers and palm touched naked flesh. He caressed the swelling 
nipple. 

They smiled at each other. Penny regripped his slab-like cock. "You're sure 
a big handful." 

"So are you, Penny." He squeezed and rubbed. 

She giggled and tried to blush. "I shouldn't be doing this. You're Mother's 
man." 

"Most of the time." 

Penny smiled and met his blue eyes. "Oh." She reached with her other arm and 
took a two-handed hold of his cock. "Getting tired the other way ... and 
you're so big!" 

"Any way is fine." Lars let his white, fleshy belly sink a little below the 
surface of the bath water. Penny's hands, clasped around his cock, swept up 
and down and splashed loudly in the water. 

Penny laughed. Lars laughed. He raised himself again. Her hands smacked 
wetly against his pubes. A moment passed filled with the wet movement of her 
hands, her breathing, his breathing. Lars started to jab his hips up and 
down. The tub water roiled and sloshed. His jaw muscles tightened. His right 
hand fully grasped the fat cone of her right breast and his strong fingers 
indented her flesh. Penny concentrated on jerking the skin of his cock up 
and down, smoothly and fast! She panted lightly with effort. 

Lars began a rough gasping through clenched teeth. "Watch-here ... it ... 
is!" His loins jolted upward. His small glans seemed to erupt. A gob of 
white syrupy fluid was flung upward. Then more spewed up in an arc, to land 
in the water. His face was locked in an expression of agony. He sucked a 
tortured breath. More white stuff jumped from his cock as Penny flailed her 
hands up and down. She watched with intense interest. A shooting cock always 
fascinated her. 

Lars groaned, "Ahhhhh...." It was the signal for her to stop. But Penny 
played ignorance. She mischievously continued to whip his skin up and down 
at top speed. Lars grimaced and loosed his grip on her breast. His hips sank 
into the water. Both his hands clamped on her wrists. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" 

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Penny acted offended. 

"That's ... okay. You didn't know. The sensations get too sharp afterward, 
if you don't stop." 

Penny said, "Oh." She washed her hands in the water. She grinned. "Wow. You 
really did squirt! A lot! Does having a big cock mean you squirt more than a 
boy with a small one?" 

"No. Depends on how long a man's gone without sex. He stores it up." 

"Umm." Penny nodded. "Gee, that was fun. I learned a lot." 

Lars watched Penny speculatively as she stood and closed her robe. "Maybe I 
can help you again some time. If you need answers ... or a demonstration." 

Penny smiled. "Okay. Sure. There's some things ... When Mom's away...." She 
left the bathroom. She went back to her room and sat on her bed and grinned. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Penny went to Peter's room around midnight. She crept down the hallway past 
the master bedroom and tapped a fingernail on his door. She wore only her 
yellow robe. She had drawn back her long hair into a temporary ponytail. 
Peter opened his door. He was naked except for white briefs. His cock 
impressively filled the pouch. He didn't have an erection. He let her in. He 
closed the door. He followed her to his rumpled bed. He said softly, "How 
did it go with you and Lars? Gimme the facts, ma'am." 

Peter knew the plan had worked. Penny had given him a thumbs-up sign earlier 
when he had returned with Mae from the hobby shop. But he didn't know 
exactly what had happened. Penny jumped onto his bed and folded her legs 
under her in the lotus position. Her robe happened to be wide open below the 
waist but she didn't bother with it. Her eyes sparkled dark brown in the dim 
light from the gooseneck desk study lamp. "It was a snap! He's a fish ... a 
real man!" She laughed softly. 

Peter took a similar cross-legged position facing her on the bed. "Hooked, 
huh?" 

"I jacked him off in the tub!" Penny giggled and leaned her head close to 
Peter's inclined head. She whispered what had happened, in great detail. 
Lars would not have been flattered. "I've got him so interested now in dumb, 
curious me, that if I mention one of my dates wanted to go down on me, he'll 
offer to show me what it's like-for 'educational' purposes." 

Peter grinned and rubbed his hands together. "That's it! Good-bye, Lars! We 
wait for the right time...." 

"He's not such a bad guy, really." 

"He goes! We can find a lot of nice guys for Mom, if we need to. Later. The 
master plan says Lars is expendable." 

"What is the master plan? We're going to get even with Mom for driving Dad 
away, and for being a hypocritical bitch ... Is there more?" 

Peter smiled evilly. "Could be. I think we can carry it as far as we want." 

"What does that mean?" 

"I don't think I want to tell you. You aren't ready for it yet." 

"Huh!" Penny began to get mad. 

"Take it easy! When you're as deep in this as I am ... then we'll decide. 
Okay?" 

"Listen, I want to make her suffer as much as you do!" 

"So, driving Lars away and having fun with him in the process-that's hurting 
her. That's going to make her suffer." 

Penny knitted her brow. "But-" Somehow, Peter had taken over. It had been 
her idea originally to punish Mae. Now Peter was planning every move and 
giving orders. 

Peter grinned. "Hey, let's forget Mom and Lars for a while. I think I want 
to drive you out of your skull with some hot tongue in a certain hot 
groove." 

Penny got a shivery memory of what he had done to her that afternoon. She 
saw that the pouch of his white briefs, already full of his big soft cock, 
was now bowing out even more, as the "beast" in there began to grow. Penny 
said, "I think you'd like some plain and fancy sucking, too." 

"Sure. But I eat first, sister." Peter leaned forward a bit more and planted 
his mouth on hers. 

Penny loved Peter's kisses. His lips turned on switches all through her 
body. She didn't know why. When his tongue flicked into her mouth a small 
shock of excitement burned in her pussy. She tongued back and her hands went 
for his cock. She closed her eyes and work by feel. 

Peter loosened her sash and opened her robe all the way as they 
tongue-kissed. His arms worked outside her arms as she burrowed her fingers 
into his taut pouch. He put both hands on her fully packed young breasts. 
Her hot nipples popped out against his moving palms. Penny got a little 
dizzy with pure lust. There was the added excitement of danger, too. If they 
made too much noise ... and if Mae came to peek in.... 

Penny got both hands into his pouch and dragged his half-hard cock out of 
its bent position and up along his lean belly. Penny had only hours before 
grasped Lars' big cock, and now she held her brother's. She pulled her open 
mouth free of his lips and tongue. "God ... what a double handful!" There 
was no comparison. Maybe Lars' cock was a bit bigger around, but Peter's was 
so much longer! And someday ... maybe sooner than they both realized, the 
way things were going ... she was going to get fucked by all this hard meat! 

Penny shivered and squeezed the long, swelling, hardening monster in her 
hands. She pulled it free of his briefs. The glans was a purplish-red plum, 
with a single slit eye staring up at her. Peter claimed her soft, sweet, hot 
mouth again. His tongue made her mind reel. She held his cock with both 
hands, in a baseball-bat grip, and pulled up and pressed down ... His hands 
were squeezing her warm breasts ... squeezing ... squeezing ... She had to 
tear her mouth free again, for air. 

She forgot about his plan to go down on her. She wanted to suck him! Penny 
gasped, "Let me-" She tried to lower her head at his cock. She had to let 
go, to change her grip. She wriggled backward to get room to bend forward. 

Peter let her. He smiled the smile of a master. He had his sister hungry for 
his huge cock. 

And he was working on his mother! Peter sat like Buddha and watched Penny 
lower her head and start sucking. Her hot mouth and avid tongue enclosed his 
glans. The warmth of her clinging mouth inched lower, taking more and more 
of his cock. Peter rested his hands on her head and played with her ponytail 
as she began bobbing her head. He felt like a king! He ran his hands down 
her thin neck, under her loose robe to her back, around onto her shoulders 
and back to her head. Her joggling breasts barely touched his knees. 

Peter let his mind wander as Penny sucked. He thought about his mother. He 
reran in his mind the sucking scene he and Penny had watched. He admired 
Lars. That was why Lars had to go! A rival. A strong rival for the women. 
Peter marveled at his thoughts. Far out! 

Penny sucked gluttonously. She loved the feel of her brother's cock in her 
mouth. It was so big! So sensuous ... doing it. Her hands held it and pumped 
it and caressed it and dipped down into his crotch to fondle his balls as 
her mouth continued to sweep down-hot and wet, with her agile tongue lashing 
and sliding-to the back of her quivering throat, before rising reluctantly. 

Penny thought about sucking Lars. Did she want to? Even to see what it would 
be like? No. No. Peter's cock was the living end. Nothing could match it. 
Nothing could match him. He was her twin! They had shared the same womb. 
They shared a closeness that was special. 

Peter caressed her upper back. She had a super tan. She really spent time in 
the sun. He traced the narrow white strip that was left by her bikini top. 
He felt the sweet tension of coming begin to coil in his guts. Christ, could 
Penny suck! Could other girls suck like this? Could Mae? He said in a tense 
whisper, "Keep that up and you're going to get a mouthful!" 

Penny heard. She enclosed his shaft in her reverent hands and stroked it 
lovingly. She waited for the first gush of his semen with an eagerness that 
shook her. His cock took on an electric feel in her clinging, moving mouth 
and in her grip. She heard his quick, panting breath ing. The leap of his 
cock still surprised her. She whimpered with joy as he spurted her mouth 
full and his body vibrated with pleasure. 

Peter pressed his chin to his chest. His lips drew away from his clenched 
teeth. He tried desperately to contain his panting groans. His brains, his 
guts, his fucking soul! felt like they were shooting out of his cock into 
his sister's wild, insatiable mouth. Jesus Christ! Peter abruptly pushed her 
head away. 

She struggled to retain his cock, then let it slip from her dripping lips. 
Penny stayed in her supine, rump-high, abject position as she rested her 
head, face down between his wide-angled thighs, and swallowed the semen in 
her mouth. 

Peter relaxed. His back curved. He touched her hair. "Only super-supreme. 
You can't get much better at that." 

Penny lifted her head. She smiled. "Yes, I can. If I get in enough 
practice." 

"I'll give you plenty. Let's keep it in the family." 

"Okay by me." Penny rolled over onto her back. She freed her arms of her 
robe and lay naked, her long, slender adolescent's legs open, her swollen 
young breasts surging with her quick, deep breathing. 

Peter smiled fondly down at her. He trailed a finger into the sparse puff of 
her pubic hair. He let his fingertip run the length of her pink-lipped slit. 
He pressed gently and an ooze of slippery juice coated his fingertip. Penny 
made a small wanting sound. Her big, lovely eyes appealed to him. 

Peter took time to get off his briefs. He liked being naked. His cock didn't 
like confinement. He wordlessly pulled Penny's knees up and gestured for her 
to keep them wide open. Peter didn't waste any time. She was ready! He got 
down on his belly and planted his mouth on her slightly open pussy lips. 

Penny moaned when he licked inside. He stopped and said, "Keep quiet." 

"It feels so good!" She nodded. "I will." 

He kissed his lips to her hot wet vulva again and sent his tongue delving 
into the juicy slit. He found her hard clit, a tiny rigidity of flesh in a 
soft little valley. He flicked his tongue over it, then settled into the 
long, licking strokes he had used the first time. 

Penny trembled. A minute later she stifled a quavery moan. "Oh, Peter ... oh 
... oh, God!" Her entire body shook. 

He was astonished. Already? She must have really been worked up-just from 
sucking him, and a few hot kisses. He switched experimentally to fluttering 
his tongue over her clit. 

She pressed a fist to her mouth. Her belly sucked in and out. Her nipples 
were violently puffed, vividly pink. She panted like a winded dog. Her eyes 
were tight shut, her face set in an agonized frown. A whimpering moan 
escaped her. 

Peter was amused at her intense pleasure. And pleased. He toyed with her 
clitoris with his tongue. Penny wanted to howl, it felt so good! She grabbed 
a handful of blanket and stuffed it into her mouth. She bit the wadded, 
fuzzy wool and moaned into it. Her cunt was like a sweet, golden furnace. 
Peter's tongue was fantastic! It was so good! So good! She was climaxing 
again! Penny shuddered. Her face, neck and upper part of her breasts were 
mottled pink and white. Peter listened to her keening, muffled moans of 
ecstasy, and was a bit envious. But he figured the more pleasure Penny got 
from him, the more she would love him and be willing to obey him. Her 
ecstasy meant power over her. He licked furiously. 

Penny whipped her gaping slit against his mouth and face. She was beside 
herself! The pleasure seemed to be a hot, golden, breathless tide that came 
and went, crashing through her loins and breasts and mind! She felt herself 
going under, fading out ... She pushed Peter's head away with trembling 
hands. "Too much ... oh, God, Peter ... just too strong." 

He sat up, grinning. He brushed his hair away from his eyes. "I've got you 
now-your secret is in my possession." 

Penny lay limp, the blanket wet from her clenching mouth, her hands open at 
her sides. Her eyes were half lidded, calm and happy. Her lips quirked. "Use 
my secret anytime." 

"I probably will." Peter dropped a hand on her right breast and idly traced 
its proud contours. He said reflectively, "I have plans for tomorrow." 

"What?" Penny lovingly closed her smaller hand over his on her breast. 

He smiled and gently pinched her nipple. It swelled between his fingers. 
Penny arched her back slightly in response. Peter said, "I'm going to be 
sick again in the morning. Mother is going to jump through another hoop." 

"What are you going to make her do?" 

He smiled and glanced down at Penny's lush mouth. "I'll tell you tomorrow 
after school, if it works out." 

Penny made a face. "I hate waiting." She began subtly guiding Peter's hand 
as it moved on her breast. 

He noted her action. "You want to go to bed-or try something with me?" 
Instantly, he regretted that phrasing. He shouldn't have asked her-he should 
have made it a command! It took practice to be a masterful person. It took a 
conscious effort to change. But he had known what Penny's answer would be. 
It had been a safe question. 

She moaned softly as his hand squeezed her resilient flesh. "I'll try 
anything with you, brother mine." Her deep amber eyes had changed from 
reflecting soft satisfaction to smoldering, reawakened lust. 

"Want to try sixty-nine?" No-he should have told her they would do it! 

"Sure...." Her eyes sparkled. "How do we go about it?" 

He had given it a bit of thought. He wanted to fuck down into her mouth. 
That appealed to him immensely. Peter said, "Me on top." He didn't wait for 
agreement. He turned on the bed, on hands and knees, and straddled her head. 
He was over her on elbows and knees. He was looking directly down at Penny's 
open crotch. He felt her grasp his cock with eager, gentle hands. He peered 
upside down between their bodies. 

Penny saw his head dip and met his gaze. She rubbed the big glans of his 
cock against her left cheek. His cock hung down stiffly a long way from his 
loins. His balls hung tight in their sac. Penny used her free hand to caress 
the inside of his lean, muscular thighs which were like tanned columns of 
muscle and bone planted on each side of her head. His loins and hips loomed 
over her. She was a prisoner. She smiled and licked out her tongue and took 
a drop of slippery secretion from the opening in his glans. "I like this." 

"We haven't done it yet." 

"I like being under you like this...." 

Peter wondered, Like mother like daughter? 

He smiled. Still peering under his body, he said, "Start sucking." 

Penny opened her mouth wide and turned her head sideways to meet the heavy 
glans that throbbed against her left cheek. She took it in and turned her 
head back till she faced his crotch straight on, and as she turned her head, 
his cock was sunk deeper into her mouth. Her mouth was full of his warmth 
and tension. She stroked her agile tongue along the sensitive underside 
where the pleasure nerves were tightly clustered. She used both hands in the 
living temple in which her head lay, to caress his balls and draw her 
fingertips down the thick length of his shaft. 

Peter loved her reverent touchings and behavior-her worship! He looked down 
at her inviting pussy as she sucked and touched and tongued, and he lowered 
his head to the warm V of her crotch and pressed his mouth to her clit. 
Peter drove his tongue into her wet pussy lips and tasted her juices. There 
was a kind of tang to her, an exciting musk, a female aroma and taste of 
genitals. 

He closed his eyes and tongue stabbed to find her clitoris. There-the little 
nail head of stiff tissue in its bath of juices, half hidden in its small 
cravasse of pink, soft flesh. He flipped his tongue tip over her clit and in 
turn she yearned upward with her mouth and sucked a greater length of his 
cock. 

Peter was comfortable in his crouched position over his twin sister, and 
Penny was at ease under him, sucking him, unafraid of the mass of hips over 
her, so close, and not afraid of the massive column of throbbing gristle and 
tissue that extended down and down into her mouth. She sucked the end of 
that huge cock and moaned softly as her twin brother delved in her hot pussy 
with his active tpngue. 

Peter loved the situation. This position of mastery. He began to immerse 
himself in the sensual interaction of licking-sucking. Penny moaned against 
the tender, open pussy to which he pressed his lips and into which he 
trilled his tongue. He began to push his cock down into Penny's mouth with 
short coital thrusts. The movement was only half conscious. He rode his face 
with Penny's undulating pussy and followed her elusive clit with his 
fluttering, roving tongue. 

Brother and sister were one with each other. They gradually lost awareness 
of the bedroom. All that existed were their bodies. They existed in a warm, 
oral universe. 

Gradually, Peter lost conscious control of his body. As his lust and 
intermingled pleasure grew more intense, he fucked his sister's hot, sweet 
mouth more and more violently, and as he did so, he pressed his mouth 
tighter and tighter to her flushed, juicy vulva. His tongue rippled over her 
hard clitoris, his lips and jaws worked as if he were sucking juice and pulp 
from a large, peeled orange. 

Penny was in the same state of unthinking involvement and pleasure. She swam 
in a sea of hot, quivering sensation. Her mouth and tongue as much as her 
glowing loins provided her with the sexual rapture that controlled her. She 
gloried in the thick cock that thrust down into her gorged mouth and butted 
into the tight, spasming area of palate and throat. 

She blindly clasped the monster shaft with both hands and pumped it as it 
plunged up and down between her wide-open lips, as it slid down over the 
wickedly moving length of her tongue. She moved sinuously against his 
clinging, possessive mouth and his wonderful tongue. Her nostrils flared 
continuously to feed her hungry lungs. 

Penny came first ... a long golden wave of ecstasy broke in her loins and 
drove her to suck and pump his cock with incredible fervor. She moaned and 
sucked and gasped and sucked and sucked and sucked! 

Peter lapped her gaping, jerking slit with total dedication. He was lost in 
the act of giving pleasure. Her tiny spike of a clitoris was his center. He 
was determined to lick it down, to wear it away with his tongue! And his 
cock was swollen to its greatest size! It pulsed with pre-orgasmic tension. 
A great hot fist was closing in his guts. The sweet mouth that sucked it was 
somehow his mouth as he feverishly licked and tongued the flushed cunt that 
was so open to his mouth. Peter went wild as his climax shook him. His hands 
burrowed under her thighs and gripped tight. He rubbed his face into her. He 
tongued ferociously. He panted and gasped as his lungs burned for air. 

Penny's throat convulsed as gushes of semen poured from the massive cock 
that pounded in her welcoming mouth. She gagged and swallowed and lashed her 
tongue in the creamy welter as the battering cock drove her head down into 
the bedding. Her hands clung to the pulsing shaft and pumped religiously, 
urging more throat-bruising plunges. Until, finally, the thick glans was 
only slightly moving in her loving mouth, and there was no more salty, 
creamy syrup erupting from it, and the pounding roof of her living temple 
was still. The flexing columns of his enclosing thighs also stilled. 

Peter slowly became aware of himself again. He continued licking the tense 
clitoris under his tongue ... and knew Penny's mouth was continuing to suck 
his shrinking, deadening cock. He lifted his head from the warm, comfortable 
nest of her open crotch. He looked around the room, amazed that it was 
unchanged. He pulled his cock from Penny's clinging lips and swung his body 
to the side-off her. They lay silent, breathing deeply. 

Penny whispered, "I don't want to do anything but sleep, now." 

"Not in my bed you don't. At least, not yet." 

She lifted her head. "OH?" 

Peter grinned. "Sixty-nine is fantastic, isn't it?" 

Penny didn't try to pursue his "not yet" comment. She sensed he wouldn't 
explain it. She nodded. "I lose myself in it. It's everything I dig-all in 
one bag." 

Peter smiled and touched his scrotum. "This bag?" 

Penny licked her lips. Inexplicably, she flushed. She sat up and put on her 
yellow robe. "I'd better get some sleep. School for me tomorrow." 

"But not for me." Peter smiled evilly and let his mind dwell on his mother. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Mae watched Penny leave the house, school books under her arm, and an awful 
sinking sensation churned in the pit of her stomach. Penny had said 
casually, "Peter says he's sick again, Mom." 

Mae's heart had almost stopped. She had said, "I'll see to him ... after you 
leave." She had finished frying eggs for Penny and Peter. Mae stood at the 
sink staring at her hands as she washed the breakfast dishes. 

She was delaying going to Peter. She dreaded what was going to happen. She 
knew-he would want her to do that to him again ... That. Mae named "That." 
I'll be jacking off my son! A hot shame warmed her face. 

But maybe he really was sick! Here she was ignoring him! Peter might be 
writhing in pain! Mae whimpered and stood pressing her belly against the 
sink. She wavered with indecision. She raised her head and took a deep, 
determined breath. She took off her apron. She wore her pale green sleeping 
gown and pink robe. She left the kitchen and went into the hallway. As she 
approached Peter's door, she slowed. She put a shaking hand on the door 
knob. She called, "Peter, if you're uncovered, please cover yourself." 

"Come in, Mom!" 

Something in her quailed. She fought her hand as it turned. Mae entered 
Peter's room. Her throat was tight. Her stomach was clammy with 
apprehension. 

Peter was sitting up, his pillow against the headboard. He was uncovered 
again. He was naked. His cock was monstrously hard again. 

Mae pleaded, "Peter, please-" Her gaze was drawn to his erection. 

"I'm sick again, the same way as before." 

"I won't-" 

"When you helped me last time, I didn't ache again for two days. You really 
... when you do it for me, the relief is very effective." Peter was smiling. 
His young voice held a shade of mockery, as if he were saying the words but 
obviously didn't believe them. The words were window dressing, designed to 
put a veneer of respectability on what had happened ... and what was about 
to happen. 

Mae realized this. She saw it in his hard young eyes. She was helpless. She 
had to pretend she accepted the lie. She could not admit she had jacked off 
her fifteen-year-old son just for his pleasure ... and that he had virtually 
forced her to do it. Mae could not admit that his huge cock held a dreadful 
fascination and attraction for her. She could only wait in the doorway, 
white-faced, for his command. 

"I want you to relieve the ache again, Mom." 

"Peter, do it yourself. I don't care how often you do it." 

"But it feels a lot better when you do it, Mom. So come over here and sit on 
the bed and start doing it again!" 

She told herself-just once more. There will be no next time. I won't come to 
him if he's "sick" again. Mae walked stiffly to the side of his bed. She sat 
precariously on the edge. She could not touch him. She whispered 
desperately, "Peter, it isn't right." 

He didn't bother to answer her. He said forcefully, gritty-voiced, "Put your 
right hand on my cock, Mom." 

As if drawn by a magnet, her hand moved and came to rest on the hot, 
throbbing, eight-and-a-quarter-inch length. She hadn't noticed his use of 
the word "cock." Her mind was jumbled. Mae was resisting with passivity. She 
simply had laid her open hand on his cock. She would do no more-unless given 
a direct order. Nevertheless she felt the exciting hardness and thickness 
and heat of it. She breathed faster. Her thighs pressed together under her 
gown and robe. She noticed that Peter was very aroused. His hypnotizing eyes 
were alive with lust and power. 

"Close your fingers around it. Now move the skin up and down!" 

She obeyed. She turned her face away from the sight. She would never admit 
she liked the feel of his cock in her hand, or liked the feel of jacking him 
off. She held tight to his hot thickness and pumped as he had directed. 

Peter loved it-the sensations, the gloating knowledge of power and 
dominance. His belly was tight with pleasure and with a gut-sickening 
apprehension at what he was going to command his mother to do-very soon now. 
His gaze was caught by the full wobble of her big, ripe breasts. Her robe 
was partly open and her gown was low cut enough to show the deep white 
deepening valley between the loose globes of flesh. Peter said, "Mom, stop 
what you're doing. Take your robe off." 

Mae's head jerked around. Her eyes widened. Her hand and arm drew away from 
his cock. She drew the top of her robe closed at her throat. 

"Take your robe off!" 

"Why?" 

"Don't ask questions! Take your robe off!" 

"Peter-I'm your mother!" 

"Do as I tell you!" He sat tense and scared, but not showing it. He glared 
at Mae. He kept his harsh gaze fixed on her eyes. 

When her gaze tried to meet his, her eyes skittered away. She could not 
resist his will. She could only delay and hope. Mae's hands loosed and fell 
to her lap. Her fingers plucked at the pink silk sash. She was almost 
gasping. There were spots of red high on her cheekbones. She loosened the 
sash and pulled her pink robe open. She sent a despairing, desperate look, 
but was denied. She dropped her eyes. She flushed and drew the robe off her 
shoulders. She let the robe droop down and hang from her arms. She shivered 
and waited. 

"Take it all the way off!" 

Mae squeezed her eyes shut. She drew her arms from the sleeves of her robe. 
She crossed her arms over her breasts and felt cold and exposed. The robe 
puddled beside her hips and hung to the floor on her left side. 

"Put your arms down!" 

Tears began to accumulate in the corners of her closed eyes. She sniffled. 
She let her arms sag and tightly clasped her hands in her lap. Mae could not 
bear to look ... at Peter, at herself, at the room. She wished it was dark. 
Pitch black! She began to make believe it was midnight, with no moon ... and 
this was a terrible dream. She was sitting on the edge of her own bed.... 

Peter looked at his mother. Her grape-like nipples were poking against the 
thin green material of her sleeping gown. There was a small ruffle along the 
scoop neckline. The fabric was sheer. He could see hints of flesh tones 
through it ... the folds clung to her lush, heavy breasts, to her belly, to 
her thighs. His mind filled with the memory of her breasts when Lars had 
commanded her to expose herself in the glade, that day beside the creek. 
Peter's cock was jumping with his arousal. A few strokes of her hand would 
be enough to bring him off. But he wanted more than her hand. His heart was 
thudding in his thin chest. Peter swallowed. "Stand up!" 

Mae came out of her wish-fantasy. Her eyes flew open. "Why?" For an instant 
their eyes locked. For an instant she held against Peter's grim, 
lust-ridden, dynamic glare. Mae recognized the lust. She. had seen it so 
often in Lars. She knew. She knew why. "STAND UP!" 

His voice drilled into her mind. She found herself standing, shaking, beside 
the bed. She stared down at his massive cock and a terrible shudder passed 
through her. 

Peter bothered to make it a bit easier for her. "I want to see you naked, 
Mother. I need a little sex education. I need to see a woman ... a 
full-grown woman ... naked. There's nothing so terrible in a teenaged young 
man seeing a naked woman. The magazines are full of naked women." 

"But I'm your mother!" Her voice was a gasping wail. Her terror sprang from 
a deep, gut knowledge that there was nothing Peter-her son-could not make 
her do. There was no limit ... not in herself. She was a quivering jelly, a 
willless creature who was unable to resist. Mae clung to a feeble hope that 
there existed in Peter a shred of decency ... a point beyond which his lust 
would not push him. Dear God, there had to be a limit! Her son could not be 
so depraved. 

"I WANT TO SEE YOU NAKED!" He crossed his arms on his chest. His fists 
clenched. "STRIP!" 

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Dear God-She couldn't resist. Yes, Peter, 
Mother will strip and let you see her...."I suppose a boy should see his 
mother naked. I suppose it would be all right. I suppose the harm would be 
too much modesty in this day and age. "I suppose...." She was babbling and 
knew it. Her hands were drawing her gown up past her knees ... She had 
panties on at least-for a moment. 

Mae welcomed the brief covering of her head as she bent over and drew the 
gown up and off. But then she saw the flush of victory and the flare of 
power redoubled in her son's bright brown eyes. There was no escape. She 
stood trembling with shame. Her hands made jerking motions at her sides, 
wanting to cover her full, Slightly sagging breasts. Mae was more ashamed of 
her erect, purplish nipples than anything. They stuck out so far! They 
betrayed her! 

"I want to see everything!" 

She sobbed. She couldn't help it. No pretense of "sex education" could stand 
in the heat of her son's hot eyes as he gazed at her naked breasts and tried 
to penetrate the thin nylon of her pink panties. Her hands shook as she at 
first edged the waistband down her hips. Then she wanted to get it over 
with! Mae pushed her panties down with one convulsive bending movement. Her 
panties were bunched loosely at her ankles. She straightened ... and her 
hands covered her thickly muffed pussy. She huddled, face flaming, yet 
unable to turn away. 

"Take your hands away!" 

Her trembling hands parted. She could not look at Peter as he examined her 
nakedness. Endless moments passed. 

"Okay, sit on the bed again and start jacking me off again!" 

Mae inwardly sighed with relief. She sat on the edge and quickly took his 
huge, throbbing cock in her right hand. She couldn't quite watch what she 
was doing. She pumped him and looked away, to the left. She was relieved 
that it would soon be over. 

Peter's cock was very hard and very warm. Her gripping fingers stroked up 
and down the length, carrying the layer of skin up over the big head. She 
pumped hard and fast. Her naked breasts wobbled freely, the bed squeaked. 
She began to pant lightly with effort. She felt his cock become vibrant. She 
heard his breath come in quick puffs of increasing excitement. Another few 
seconds ... He was almost ready to ejaculate.... 

"STOP!" 

Mae jumped with surprise. Her hand stopped, but still gripped his cock. Her 
heart began slamming. She gasped with dread. She dared not look at him, nor 
ask why he had commanded she stop. 

"Get up on the bed-kneel between my legs, facing me!" 

Oh my God! Mae sat as if frozen. 

Peter watched his mother narrowly. He had stopped her just in time. Another 
few seconds of her stroking and he'd have shot off like a geyser. His 
objective wasn't to come, not primarily. He had to conquer her. He had to 
break her down. He waited, knowing this was the critical test of his will. 
She knew what the kneeling position meant. He watched her face drain of 
color. But her hand stayed glued around his jumping cock. Her big, heavy, 
large-nippled breasts heaved as she struggled with her emotions. 

Peter smiled. "Get up on the bed on your knees, Mother!" He reached out to 
grab one of her breasts. 

She drew back ... and slowly crept up onto the bed. It was worse for him to 
touch her breast. She made a deal-unspoken. 

"Kneel between my legs, Mother!" He loved to keep reminding her of their 
relationship. Mother-son. 

As Mae moved nakedly into that position on the bed her breasts hung like 
white gourds with short, rounded purplish stems. Mae knelt between Peter's 
outstretched legs, facing the center of his body-his enormous, erect cock. 
Her right hand had left his cock temporarily, but now she clamped her hand 
around it again and began stroking him again, quickly, frantically. 

"No! I don't want that!" He grabbed her hand and stopped her movement. He 
was leaning forward, back curved, tension in every muscle of his body, in 
his face, in his eyes. 

Mae gazed submissively down at his magnificent cock. She began to weep. 

"Mother ... look at me. Look into my eyes!" 

Slowly, her gaze dragged up to his face. His eyes blazed. She flinched. She 
could not look away. He had her! Her soul shriveled as his powerful stare 
drove her defenses back, back, from a point midway between them, back into 
her skull! Mae knelt, mouth open, sobbing, eyes transfixed, a prisoner. 

"MOTHER-SUCK ME OFF!" 

The command reverberated in her skull ... horrible, horrible ... A 
despairing cry was torn from her constricted throat. Mae drew a quavering 
breath. "No! Oh, God, no! Oh, Peter, don't-don't make me...." She groveled. 
She abased herself-face pressed against his upper left thigh, left hand 
clawed on his tensed belly ... but her right hand continued to grasp his 
cock-as if it was an anchor. 

Peter waited, grinning. "SUCK ME OFF!" 

All the pretense was gone, a shambles of broken pride and self-respect. She 
had to suck off her son! Mae's guts roiled with nausea ... but she did not 
vomit. Her mind reeled with dizziness as she lifted her tear-stained face 
for one last appeal. 

Peter met her shocked, beseeching gaze and turned it back. He whispered 
softly, almost casually, "Suck my cock, Mother. Do it good." 

A shudder went through Mae. Her breasts quivered against the insides of his 
knees. Her right hand tightened around his cock. She sobbed hysterically for 
a long minute. 

"I'm losing my patience, Mother!" 

Mae lifted her head from his thigh. Her eyes were tightly closed. Her right 
hand brought the head of his cock to her parted lips. Her face was mottled 
pink. She was gasping, sobbing, crying, yet her lips opened ... and with a 
low, ululating moan ... she pressed her lips onto his glans, over it, down 
past it.... 

Peter sucked a deep, triumphant breath. His eyes burned wildly. His hands 
fisted. He choked, "Use your tongue! Suck! Suck!" 

Mae whimpered in total submission. She sank his cock far into her throat. 
She gagged and eeled her tongue along the length of the hard, throbbing 
column of thick shaft in her mouth. 

Peter tensed even more! His belly ridged. His cock was half in her mouth-in 
his mother's hot, sucking mouth! His guts were coiling, tightening, turning 
molten. He was going to come! "SUCK!" 

Mae knew! She felt the super-hardness in his cock, heard the edge of 
trembling pleasure in his command. She swept her gripping hand up his cock 
to where her lips clung. She flushed a deep red. Blood congested her face 
and neck and chest. She wanted to die! But she sucked! In an orgy of shame 
and humiliation-Mae sucked off her son! 

She knelt between his legs and pumped his immensely hard, pulsing cock, and 
slithered her tongue and plunged her head to take throat-spasming lengths of 
his shaft. Her tears ran down her nose and dripped to his curly pubic hair. 
Her saliva drooled from her straining mouth. She sobbed heartbrokenly around 
the hot bulk sliding in her mouth ... but she sucked! 

Peter groaned ... a special gut-deep, body-wracking groan. He watched, 
bulging-eyed, suddenly shaking with the powerful surge of pleasure that was 
erupting in his loins-NOW! "JESUS!" NOW! NOW! "OH, CHRIST!" 

Mae at the last instant drew her mouth away. 

But she kept on pumping his huge, rigid cock. She did not avoid the powerful 
spurts of semen that splattered on her face. Mae welcomed the awful, slimy 
gobs of hot stuff that branded her face and ran in thick rivulets to her 
mouth and chin, and down her neck. She pumped Peter's giant cock until the 
semen stopped flowing. Her hand was coated, dripping. She trembled in 
hopeless degradation. She panted, face down, over his loins. 

Peter almost could not believe what he had done. He was appalled, sickened, 
repelled, and ashamed ... for a moment. For a moment only. His contempt for 
her returned, stronger than ever. And with it-hate. He said disgustedly, "Go 
wipe yourself off! And bring back a warm washcloth to clean me with!" 

Mae crawled off the bed and obeyed. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Penny sat in her bedroom and seethed! Peter had told her what he had forced 
Mae to do. She believed him, too! There had been that scarey glow in his 
eyes! He had treated her different, too. More like a king or something. 
Penny resented his assumption of control and mastery. They should be equals! 
That meant she had to show him that she was his equal in making their mother 
do really degrading things. 

Penny sat marveling. Wow-making Mom suck him off! Penny wished she could 
have seen it. Then, shivering, she thought maybe, not too far away in time, 
she would see it. The way things were going.... 

Penny brushed her long, straight brown hair and practiced hard-eyed looks in 
the mirror. Finally, she threw the brush down, stood up, and opened her 
yellow robe. Penny checked her body's image: very nice big tits, but a 
narrow-hipped, long-legged immature fifteen-year-old below. Even her pussy 
was girlish, with only a thin fuzz where Mae had a thick mat. 

But, Penny thought, I've got a woman's sex drive! And I'm not going to let 
Peter get away with being master over Mom and me! Just because I'm a girl 
doesn't mean he can lord it over me! I'm his twin! We're equals, right down 
the line! She closed her robe and yanked the sash tight. I've got as much 
guts as he has! I proved it with Lars, and I'll prove it with Mom-tonight! 
Tonight! Because Lars was away in San Francisco on business. Mae was in the 
master bedroom alone. 

Penny left her room and went down the hall to the big bedroom. She started 
to knock, then scowled at herself and barged right in. The bedroom was 
empty. The bed was mussed-the blanket and sheet thrown aside. The bathroom 
door was closed ... a rim of light showed under the door. 

Penny closed and locked the bedroom door. She sat on the bed and waited 
nervously. The toilet flushed and after a moment, Mae opened the bathroom 
door and emerged. She saw Penny. "Oh! You startled me, dear. Is something 
the matter?" Mae wore silky orange pajamas. Her large breasts were obviously 
encased in a bra. She moved quickly to the bed and slipped in. 

Penny made fists of her hands in her lap. She sat cross-legged in the middle 
of the bed. She said, too harshly, "I want you to tell me something about 
fucking!" 

"That's not a nice word. I don't want to hear it from your lips again, 
Penny!" 

Penny blinked. She wavered. She was about to apologize. Then she set her 
mouth and said, "Tough shit, Mother! I know all the words and I'll use them 
when I fucking well want to!" 

Mae cringed slightly before her daughter's intensity. 

Penny caught the imperceptible yielding of will. She stared hard at Mae. "I 
want you to tell me what it's like to be fucked!" 

"Oh, Penny ... I can't ... it's too intimate, too hard to-" Mae dropped her 
eyes. Her fingers tightened on the bedclothes. 

"Bullshit, Mother. You can say it. What does it feel like to a woman when a 
man sticks his cock up into her all the way!" 

Mae gasped minutely. "It's not decent to talk-" 

"Does Lars have a big cock, Mom? Does he?" 

"I can't tell you, Penny. Why are you acting this way?" 

"Because I'm sick and tired of your nice-nice bullshit! I want the truth! I 
want to know things! Now you tell me-does Lars have a big cock?" 

"Penny, please!" 

Penny scooted closer to Mae on the bed. Penny was flushed. It was fun to 
browbeat her own mother like this! Mom just took it! Penny demanded again, 
"Is it big?" 

"Oh ... yes! It's big!" Mae hung her head a bit lower. Her hand clenched the 
blanket. 

"What does it feel like when he shoves it all the way into you?" 

"I don't know how to describe it." 

"Good? Do you dig it, Mom? Do you like having a big, fat cock in you, deep? 
As deep as it can go? Do you like it" 

Mae began to tremble slightly. She answered very softly. "Yes." 

"Yes? You get shivery and hot and gooey and everything when he fucks you?" 

"Yes." 

Penny had accomplished a great deal. She cast around for something else ... 
Her golden brown eyes lit up. She said firmly, "I want to see your pussy, 
Mom. I want to see the inside of a mature, grown-up pussy!" She giggled, and 
the giggle nearly got away from her. 

Mae paled. "Nonsense, Penny. I couldn't...." She had a terrible, 
gut-sickening thought: Did Peter TELL? Is Penny trying to make me do 
something awful, too? 

Penny had little patience. She could either get away with it or not! She 
either dominated Mae as Peter had done, or it was a dumb flop! And it wasn't 
going to be a flop! Penny shifted position and pulled the covers away from 
her mother's hands. She pulled the fuzzy red blanket and green and white 
checkered sheet down to Mae's knees. Without pause, Penny started to 
unbutton Mae's pajama top. 

Mae's eyes flared wildly. "Penny-no!" Her hands fluttered to stop Penny's 
fingers. 

"I want to see you naked, Mom. It's about time. A girl should be able to see 
her own mother naked." She pushed Mae's hands away. It took strength, but 
she was stronger ... or at least, Mae's will failed and her arms gave way. 

Penny exulted: I can do anything I want with her! She resumed unbuttoning 
Mae's pajama top. 

Mae was despairing. She's trying to be like Peter! Dear God-what will she 
make me do? Mae's hands darted up to interfere with Penny, but were slapped 
easily away. 

It became easier for Penny. She barked orders: "Turn so I can get this 
stupid bra unhooked!" 

"Lift your ass!" 

"Push those panties down!" 

Mae obeyed, dreading what unknown shame was coming next. A slow flush 
deepened in her face and neck. She made small, whimpering, protesting 
sounds, to no avail. 

Penny had her mother naked before her on the bed. NAKED! Big breasts 
pointing heavily down and out ... big dark nipples ripe with erection ... 
naked, slightly rounded belly, pale and doughy, over the plump, down-curving 
vulva, thick with curly brown pubic hair ... fat thighs, blue-veined, open 
by command to show the deep pink pussy lips almost obscured in curly 
chestnut hair. 

Peter had not really touched Mae, sexually. He had made her touch him. But 
Penny was different. She curiously lifted her mother's breasts, squeezed 
experimentally, comparing with her own. She was envious of her mother's 
bigger nipples. "Why are they so fat?" 

"That comes from ... from sucking ... when you and Peter were babies, I let 
you suckle for almost a year." 

"Oh. And I'll bet Daddy sucked on them a lot, too, didn't he?" 

"N-no...." Mae confessed. "He didn't." 

"But Lars does!" 

Mae nodded. 

Penny's curious hands went into Mae's crotch. "Spread real wide-get your 
knees up! Hold your pussy open for me!" 

Penny peered at the revealed interior flesh-the similar-to-her-own openings 
and contours. She was surprised to see, however, how large was Mae's 
clitoris. It was a flaming pink and as large as a pea. Far larger than her 
own. Penny reached out and touched it. 

Mae quivered. "Penny!" 

"Oh, shut up! I'll do anything I please." To prove it, Penny stuck her 
finger into Mae's vagina. She explored with her finger ... deep ... feeling 
the interior folds and soft ridges, as her mother turned her face away and 
bit her lower lip. Penny slipped a second finger into her mother's vagina. 
She smiled and began to finger-fuck her mother. 

"Please, dear ... don't-" 

"Don't pretend you don't dig it, Mom!" Penny dipped her fingers into an 
accumulation of oily secretion just outside her mother's vaginal entrance. 
Penny slithered her wet fingers up onto Mae's clit. The small organ swelled 
and hardened under her rubbing. 

Mae could not reply. She threw an arm over her eyes. She whispered, 
"Please-turn out the light!" 

"I want to see." Penny idly continued to manipulate her mother's clitoris. 
She observed her mother's quickened breathing, the further crinkling of her 
mother's protruding, now purplish nipples. 

Penny looked around the bedroom. Her eyes found a tall, cylindrical, 
blue-tinted, "melted" glass cologne bottle on the dresser. The cap was a 
rounded yellow metal cone. The bottle looked like a lovely big blue cock 
with a golden head. Penny's wicked smile widened. She said, "Don't move!" 

She left the bed and went to the dresser. As she reached for the bottle, she 
saw birth-control pill packs and bottles in the half-open top dresser 
drawer. She picked them up and studied them, reading labels and boxes. Penny 
pursed her lips for a second, glanced at Mae, who still had her arm over her 
eyes, and then smiled, put the pills back in the drawer, and returned to the 
bed with the blue bottle. 

She caressed its convoluted, rounded surfaces. The bottle had been purposely 
designed to be cock-like in shape. It had been designed to tickle the 
subconscious triggers in a square woman's mind. An uptight middle-class 
woman-or girl-wouldn't admit to herself, consciously, that the bottle 
reminded her of a hard cock. She would buy it, though. Especially if she 
were sexually frustrated. And never know why she had really taken it home. A 
hip young woman would see the intent of the shape and smile. 

Maybe if she liked the essence of the cologne she would buy it. 

Penny said, "Mom-see what I've got? Know what I want you to do?" 

Mae knew instantly. The way Penny was holding the bottle! 

Penny had seen her mother's widened eyes. "Yes-I want to see what it looks 
like when a woman is getting fucked. And since we don't have a man here ... 
this glass cock will have to do. In fact, it's better. I'll be able to see 
everything a lot better." 

Mafi groaned, "No-oh, God, no, Penny, it's obscene ... it's so depraved." 

"All of that, Mother." Penny giggled, and placed the bottle in her mother's 
left hand. She forced Mae's fingers closed around it. "Now put it into your 
cunt, Mother!" 

'Wo-not-don't say that word. I can't bear-" 

"Cunt? You don't like your virginal daughter using fuck and cunt? How 
old-fashioned you are, Mother. Stop changing the subject! Stick that 
beautiful cock into your cunt and fuck yourself! I want to see it happen. 
Can you come that way? This is just sex education, Mother. Think of it that 
way!" 

Mae dissolved into wracking sobs. The bottle lay in her passive, lax hand. 

Penny became furious. "God damn it, do what I tell you!" 

But Mae turned over and drew her knees up into a fetal position and wept 
heartbrokenly. It was her only resistance, her only hope. 

"MOTHER!" 

Mae continued her all-out crying. 

"You're not going to get out of it! Damn you! I'll show you! I'll fix you!" 
Penny grabbed the cock-shaped blue bottle from Mae's loose hand. 

Mae's vulva was exposed by her knees-to-chin position. Her pussy lips were 
wet and loose. She lay with her back to Penny. 

Penny, in a rage, completely into her role of master of her mother, outraged 
by her mother's insubordination ... gripped the bottle firmly at the base 
and pushed the rounded metal cap between Mae's pussy lips. Mae gasped and 
stiffened. Her crying stopped as if cut by a knife. 

Penny found the vaginal entrance. She pushed the head into the pink tunnel. 
She easily buried all but an inch of the bottle. Penny asked, in an uneven, 
excited whisper, "What does that feel like, Mother? Better than Lars?" 

"Take it out. Please-" Mae pressed her hot face into the pillow. 

Penny grinned. She watched closely, curiously, as she drew most of the thick 
round, bumpy-sided bottle from her mother's vagina. But not all of it. She 
gritted her teeth and jammed it deep again! "You're getting fucked, Mother! 
Royally fucked! Enjoy it!" 

Mae shuddered. "Oh-" Her arms tightened their grips on her knees under her 
chin. She did not struggle or change position. She remained doubled up, 
exposed to the assault. "Oh, dear God...." She dissolved again into watery 
sobs. 

Penny plunged the bottle in and out! The glass surfaces glistened wetly. She 
thumped it in as far as she could. The butt of her hand smacked into Mae's 
swollen clitoris. 

Small, convulsive shocks arced through Mae. The ultimate in humiliation was 
coming to her-she was enjoying this! If Penny kept up what she was doing ... 
The irresistible pleasure glowed in Mae's crotch and spread seething 
colonies of itchy warmth in her belly and breasts. Mae clutched her knees 
tighter and tighter. Her breath came in wracking, moaning sobs. 

"Hey, you're digging it!" Penny wasn't fooled. She laughed. She kept on 
jamming the long, thick bottle into Mae's slippery, flushed vagina. Her hand 
continued to beat against Mae's swollen clitoris. 

Mae succumbed to the shameful pleasure. She panted and shuddered into a 
powerful orgasm. When it was over she couldn't bear to open her eyes and 
face Penny. 

Penny was laughing at her. "Was it a good come, Mom? Better than when Lars 
fucks you?" She pulled the bottle from her mother's cunt. It emerged with a 
wet sucking sound that made Mae cringe with humiliation. 

Penny put her hand to her own pussy. "Shit, I'm hot! I wish I could stuff 
this thing into my cunt and get off." 

Mae cried, "No-don't!" 

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm not giving my precious virginity to a bottle!" She 
slipped a finger into her pussy and slithered it wetly up over her . clit. 
"But, God ... do I need...." Penny had a thought. She licked her lips and 
stared at her huddled, still weakly crying mother. Peter had gotten Mae to 
suck him off, so why couldn't ... Penny took a deep breath. She said 
harshly, too loudly, "Mom, I need relief! Fucking you off with this bottle 
has me all worked up. It's time you did something for me!" 

Mae quieted. "No, no...." 

"I'm getting so damned tired of you saying no-no all the time, and you know 
you'll do it in the end! Now get out of that baby position and do what I 
tell you!" 

"I ... can't!" 

Penny saw red. She grabbed Mae by the hair and pulled her mother around. 
"You don't tell me you can't!" She slapped Mae, hard! 

Mae's head rocked to the side. She gasped, stunned. Her wet, red, swollen 
eyes widened for a shocked few seconds. She met Penny's raging glare, then 
covered her face with her hands. 

Penny gritted her teeth. "Eat me, Mother!" She didn't give Mae time to 
answer or refuse. She knew she had to physically force her mother to comply. 
Penny tugged and hauled Mae onto her stomach on the bed, facing her. Penny 
opened her own legs and shrugged out of her robe. "Eat me, Mother!" 

Mae could only moan and peer through weeping eyes at her daughter's waiting, 
open thighs. Penny's crotch was only two feet away, the glistening pink lips 
waiting. Penny's legs enclosed Mae's head and shoulders and arms. Penny 
reached and got two handfuls of Mae's hair. She pulled. "Eat me! Eat me!" 

Mae's scalp stung like fire. Her head was strained forward ... She gave way. 
She sobbed and let herself be pulled closer and closer to her daughter's 
pussy. Penny knew she would have to force Mae every inch of the way. In some 
ways going down on her daughter was far worse to Mae than sucking off her 
son. This was really perversion! 

Penny got her mother's face tight up against her crotch. Penny was gasping 
with the effort and with a wild kind of excitement. She whispered fiercely, 
"Lick me, Mother! Lick me! Lick me! LICK ME!" She gripped the back of Mae's 
head and ground her pussy against Mae's mouth. 

Mae struggled, but ineffectively. She smelled her daughter's clean young 
naked body. She couldn't help getting a taste of Penny's juices. There was a 
definite sensual appeal to such firm, round flesh, the aroma of genitals. 
Mae tried to say a word-and somehow, accidentally, her tonguetip slipped 
into the sweet pussy lips pressed, moving, against her mouth. 

Penny thrilled to that first lick. "More! Do it again!" She jerked her 
mother's head still tighter into her crotch. 

Mae shivered and hovered on the ragged edge of abject perversion. Perhaps it 
was the command force and the lust in Penny's young voice, so different in 
tone from what Mae had heard from her daughter previous to this ... Or it 
was an accumulation of voice impacts on her quailing mind. It was a secret, 
depth-lure of masochism.... 

"EAT ME! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN ME, MOTHER!" Shouting, raging, greedy, 
impatient command! 

Mae shuddered with surrender. Her tongue flicked into Penny's wet, hot 
pussy. Hesitation. Again into the juicy vulva. Again ... again.... 

Penny closed her eyes and let her head flop backward. She drew a long, deep, 
triumphant breath. She trembled. She whispered, "More tongue! Higher...." 

Mae found Penny's tiny clitoris and obediently kept her tongue moving on it. 
Her nostrils flared and her eyes squeezed tears down her face to where the 
tears were broken against Penny's thin fuzz of brown pubic hair. 

Penny undulated her hips. Her pussy thrust softly against her mother's open 
mouth and wickedly fluttering tongue. Penny was in glory. Pleasure was 
coming in waves, thin now, but with each endless minute the sensations 
deepened and swelled and crashed into an ecstatic surf and shivered her 
body. 

Penny watched her mother eat her. Penny's eyes were wide and becoming 
glazed. Her naked breasts heaved with lush freedom. Her nipples were tiny 
pink rocks. Penny slowly relaxed her holds on her mother's hair. Her hands 
fell to the sides of her bare hips. She didn't have to force Mae any longer. 
Mae was eating her willingly ... eagerly. 

Penny began to pant. Her head lolled. "Oh, wow! Oh ... wow ... I'm going to 
make it ... OH, GOOD'" Her voice dissolved into trembling moans. She lay 
flat on her back, arms wide, legs wide, and writhed against her mother's 
ardent, clinging mouth. 

Mae was submerged in a welter of degradation. She could see herself in a 
cold, clear, brutal mind's-eye vision-performing an abhorrent, bestial 
lesbian act upon her daughter! Mae shrieked in her mind-now it was complete! 
Now she had performed unnatural sex acts upon both her children! There were 
no lower depths! She was a monster! Worse than the lowest whore! A 
degenerate. 

As Penny writhed in an agony of pleasure, Mae kept on and on, licking and 
tonguing into Penny's gaping, flushed, spasming pussy and writhed in a sweet 
agony of degradation. Penny panted and squirmed and shuddered as a string of 
climaxes surged and blazed from the incandescent pinpoint of her inflamed 
clitoris ... from her mother's tireless tongue. Finally, Penny's nerves and 
tissues tired of the screaming pleasure signals. The sensations turned sharp 
and keen. She jerked away. She lay on her side, quivering, dull-eyed with 
temporary emotional and bodily exhaustion. Mae curled up into a ball. She 
wept uncontrollably. 

After a minute, Penny looked around at her mother. She was shaken. She 
trembled a smile, hooked a finger into the neck of her crumpled yellow robe, 
and got off the bed. She walked naked to the door, trailing her robe on the 
floor. Penny unlocked the door and walked dreamily down the hall to Peter's 
room. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Peter put aside a geometry text when Penny came naked into his room. He 
smiled as he noted the look in her eyes and her bedraggled hair. 

He said, "You got your way with her, huh?" 

"How did you know?" Penny dragged her robe to his bed, dropped it, and sat 
tiredly on the bed. 

"I heard the yelling. I was tempted to go take a look." He stood up from his 
desk and started to shuck off his clothes. 

"I got her to eat me!" Penny's eyes brightened. "I really forced her to do 
it." She watched her brother strip down. Her eyes fastened on his long, soft 
cock. Her pupils flared. 

Peter slipped into bed. He leaned back against the headboard He smiled at 
Penny and reached out to fondly caress her right breast. "We're even-up 
now." 

"We sure are." Penny was recovering quickly from her tremendous sexual 
discharge of nervous energy. "It blew my mind! She really had to be forced 
to start. I got her to strip, then I fucked her with a bottle-" 

"What?" Peter was incredulous, grinning. "Fill me in!" 

Giggling, smiling proudly, Penny told him what had gone on with Mae. As she 
recounted the events, she shifted further onto the bed and closer to him. 
When Penny finished, she was lying beside Peter, one hand full of his slowly 
hardening cock. 

Peter was impressed. "I think I'll go in there and go you one better. I 
think I'll go in there and fuck her!" 

Penny shook her head. "Don't. I don't think she could handle it. Not so 
soon. When I left she was really wigged out. We don't want her to go really 
insane, do we?" 

"No." 

Penny reached over and guided his hand to her pussy. She opened her legs to 
give him room. She manipulated his large, half-hard cock. She said, half to 
him, half to herself, "I've got a funny ache in me down here." She patted 
her lower belly. "Fucking mother with that bottle made it worse. I wanted to 
just push it into my cunt-and get it over with-just get fucked." 

Penny turned humid, misery-laden eyes to her brother, "Will you do it to me, 
Peter? Tonight? Now?" 

"Haven't you had enough sex tonight?" 

"I mean it!" 

"Sure you do. But-" 

Penny pressed against him. Her full, ripe young breasts molded to his arm 
and chest. "I'm ready for it, Peter. And I want it to be you. I love you" 
Penny kissed him lasciviously on the mouth. She tightened her left hand on 
his cock and slowly, luxuriously, pumped the skin up and down. 

His cock stiffened and thickened dramatically. Peter enclosed her in his 
arms. His tongue played with hers. They moaned softly. Their breathing 
deepened and speeded. Peter slid lower with her, away from the headboard. 

Penny pushed herself farther over on top of him. Her left hand abandoned his 
cock. She captured it between her lean thighs. She broke the long, sensuous 
kiss and breathed in his ear, "Please ... please ... fuck me. I want your 
cock in me. I always have." 

"It'll hurt. I'm tremendously big." 

"I know all that. But it has to be you." She wriggled enticingly on his 
body. She worked his now rigid cock up between her thighs, until it was 
standing warmly, snugly, in her crotch, throbbing against her pussy and 
against her anus, rising above the backs of her thighs like a post of living 
flesh. 

Peter was aroused and he wanted very much to take Penny's cherry. The idea 
excited him. 

He had always intended to be the one, but now was a surprise. He resented 
Penny being the one who was pressing for it, on her own initiative. Was she 
trying to take over? Also, he didn't like her lying on top of him. That was 
the male role. He rolled with her. They ended near the far edge of the bed, 
with him on top, his huge cock still nestled against her crotch, pressing 
down into the bedding under her. 

Penny suffered his weight gladly. She worked her arms around Peter's neck. 
She sought his lips with her hot mouth. Penny wasn't thinking clearly, she 
only knew in her guts that she truly wanted to be fucked! Fucked! And not by 
some boy who would be clumsy and afraid and who meant nothing to her. Nor by 
some "experienced" man-Lars!-who would be all hung up on her virginity and 
being first. Such a man might be too considerate and gentle. And, again, she 
wouldn't care for him. 

She had to have Peter! Her twin! It was meant to be! Penny felt his 
incredibly long, thick cock pulsing heavily between her thighs, moving 
minutely against her moist slit. A gut terror was forming in the pit of her 
stomach. Peter had such a monster cock! It would hurt-Jesus, it would 
probably be an agony to take him as her first. But she didn't want it any 
other way! 

Penny played her fingers through his long hair. She reveled in his obvious 
arousal. She sucked erotically on his tongue in her sensuous mouth. She 
pressed her loins upward against his in a slow, tempting rhythm. Peter 
lifted off her body. 

He ended their wet, abandoned kiss. She gave a disappointed cry. 

He grinned. "I'm going to do it. You want it that bad, Penny, you're going 
to get it." He waggled his massive erection in her face. "But first-" 

"I won't suck you now. You don't need it. I want you to come in me." 

"I'm going to go down on you and get you so hot-" His grin faded. "If I go 
off in you-could be dangerous." 

"I'm not afraid of having a love child." 

Peter thought about it a minute. He made his decision. "Mom has some of 
those new 'morning after' birth-control pills, doesn't she?" 

"Yes. I saw them. They were in a top dresser drawer. She has the regular 
daily kind, too." 

"Okay, if I'm not turned off by your yowling like a stuck pig when I pop 
you, and I shoot off in you, then you take one of those pills in the morning 
when Mom is making breakfast. Dig?" 

Penny nodded. "Dig. But I want to have your child some day, Peter. I mean 
it." 

Peter smiled and kissed her nose. He kissed her lush, hot, yielding mouth 
again. He kept his weight off her and his giant cock nudged down between her 
thighs. He put his hand on her fuzzy mound and gently pressed a finger into 
her hot pussy lips. There was a coating of secretion on them and they were 
pouted, as if for a kiss, to accept his mouth or his cock. He found her 
inner vulva as juicy as it was possible to be. Her body heat seemed 
furnace-like. 

Peter was lured into a longer and longer kiss. 

Penny's mouth was marvelously sweet and soft and wanting. He dipped his 
tongue between her honeyed lips. When he dragged his lips away, Penny was in 
a state of seductive restlessness. She was close to panting, so great was 
her arousal. She writhed under him. Her nipples were hard, a flushed, vivid 
pink. Every erotic surface of her body was puffed and sensitive. Her golden 
brown eyes were half closed, smoldering, hungry pits. 

She gasped, "Don't go down on me! Oh, Peter, I'm so ready now ... I'll 
explode if you don't do it now!" 

He nodded. She was right and she was ripe for puncturing. And his heavy 
ramrod would do the job. He took her lush, hot mouth again. She arched up 
against him and rubbed her breasts frantically on his chest. 

She moaned imploringly. Her belly ached in a weird, indescribably itchy way. 
She wanted that thin membrane ripped away-penetrated! She wanted Peter's 
cock buried in her! "Fuck me, Peter! FUCK ME!" 

"Okay, okay." He got into position. 

Penny was sobbing with nervousness, anticipation, and a sickening dread. The 
time had finally come. She felt Peter's huge cudgel of a cock prodding at 
her pussy lips. She was so worked up! Her lust and determination overwhelmed 
the sickening fear ... the unknown. Penny drew her knees up. She was dry 
mouthed and tight chested. She gasped for air. 

She felt Peter's hand and wrist on the inside of her left thigh. He was 
grasping the shaft of his cock. The head of the monster was rubbing up and 
down against her slippery lips. The lips of her vulva parted easily. The 
head slipped inside to the tender, juicy pink flesh of her labia. 

Penny moaned. She drew her knees higher. Her hands were hooked under her 
thighs. She turned her head feverishly this way and that. She licked her 
lips continuously. She felt the big head of his cock lodge against the inner 
opening to her vagina. She panted louder as she felt him readying, seeking 
leverage. She gasped, "Break me!" 

Peter gripped his hands over her shoulders. He pressed against the barrier. 
Steadily increased the pressure. Penny felt the pushing ... felt her vaginal 
mouth yielding ... wider-more-his glans was up against her hymen now-that 
sheet of tissue that meant virginity or defloration. Now-pain-as the 
pressure mounted. A ring of fire there. She cried, "Do it!" 

Peter grunted and thrust with all his power! His cock tore through the thin, 
straining membrane. The force of his thrust carried his cock far into her 
virginal cunt. 

Penny shrieked! She was torn open! Jagged shards of pain surrounded the huge 
bulk that had burst into her belly. Her vagina was stretched to encompass 
this first intruder-this incredible size! Her sheath was a tube of pain. 
Penny's mouth contorted with agony. She screamed again! 

Peter didn't move in her. His cock started to soften. "Shut up, damn it! You 
wanted it so fucking bad!" 

Penny gritted her teeth. Tears welled in her eyes. "Peter, it hurts so 
much!" 

"You want me to stop?" He glanced around over his shoulder. He half expected 
Mae to come in. She must have heard those screams! 

Penny set her jaw. She blinked away tears. "No! I want to be really fucked 
... in a minute. Just give me a minute...." She closed her eyes and breathed 
deeply, slowly. 

Peter remained on his elbows and knees over her. His cock remained sunk 
about two-thirds into her. About five inches of fat, now softened cock. It 
was about two-thirds hard. 

The diminished thickness and hardness helped Penny. The pain dulled a lot. 
She could think and feel around it. The presence of Peter's cock in her was 
good. She didn't regret her defloration. She whispered, "Move slowly ... 
really slow." 

She closed her eyes and wondered if their mother had heard her yells. Penny 
didn't care. There was nothing Mae could do. Peter began tiny in and out 
moves in her sore cunt. Very gentle. The pain remained dull in spite of the 
movement. Penny was surprised and delighted and hopeful. She slowly lowered 
her feet to the bed. This gave her leverage. 

She slowly, infinitely slowly, experimentally, began to move with Peter. 
"Oh, wow ... it's feeling good! It hurts, too, but it feels good...." She 
moved gradually more enthusiastically. She asked, "Is there much blood?" 

Peter peered under, between their bodies. "A little bit. A few dribbles. 
There isn't much. It isn't bleeding now." 

"Umm. I was ripe for popping!" Her eyes took on a glow of satisfaction. 

Peter let her set the pace. He smiled down at his sister. He really loved 
her. She had guts and he had to admit she was his equal. 

Penny smiled back at him. She closed her eyes again and concentrated on 
feeling. The pain was, amazingly, fading even more. Her cunt was adjusting 
to his size. And her torn-open hymen was somehow losing sensitivity. Penny 
slid her hands onto his back, and down onto his buttocks. She whispered, "Go 
deeper." 

"You're really a glutton the first time." 

"Umm ... Oh, yes ... more." Penny spread her fingers on his tensed, moving 
buttocks. She pulled him down-deeper into her cunt. Her insides were 
loosening, turning squishy and hot. The massive slide of Peter's cock was 
becoming pure enjoyment! The remnants of her hymen seemed nearly dead-a 
minor irritation. 

Penny began to moan with pleasure. What a feeling! All that big, fat cock in 
her belly. No regrets ... only why did she wait this long? How much more 
could he get into her? It felt marvelous! Could she take it all! She wanted 
it all! "Oh, Peter, fuck me ... fuck me!" 

They both heard the door to his room open, behind them. It had to be their 
mother! Penny cried, "Don't stop!" She stared up at him with a wild, 
glorious expression. 

Peter did not intend to stop! He heard the deep indrawn gasp of shock behind 
him. He drove his cock still deeper into his sister's clenching, rippling 
cunt. Shit, it felt great in there. He almost had it all in, all but one 
inch, it felt like. And Penny's fingers were digging into his ass, urging 
him to bury his log all the way! 

There was a low, ululating moan of horror behind him and he recognized his 
mother's voice. He gripped Penny's shoulders. He fucked her, faster and 
faster, and deeper ... deeper, until it astonished him that she was taking 
him. Her cunt was like hot Jello inside, with muscles! Jesus! 

Peter was getting carried away. What a fuck! He had everything in her, he 
was socking the log in as far as was humanly possible! Tight in there-yes! 
Hot, spasming ... soft, exquisite-just like her mouth. 

Penny was panting, writhing, jolting up against his loins, taking his 
killing thrusts and howling her thrills and ecstasy. "OH, GOD, PETER! I'M 
GOING TO COME! I'M GOING TO COME!" 

They both heard Mae's shriek ... and her fall. She had fainted. 

They didn't stop. 

They couldn't stop. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Mae lay in bed the next morning, reliving the scene she had witnessed the 
night before. She cringed. I should have stopped them. Brother and 
sister-fucking! My own children! Fucking! 

Mae was beset by demons. Her memories of what she had done with Peter and 
Penny tormented her. She tossed and turned. Lord, I need to be punished! I'm 
depraved beyond imagining! 

She gripped her big, soft breasts and dug in her nails. The pain wasn't 
enough. She had the impulse to run naked through the streets. Yet she 
realized, if she did that, she would need to be punished for that in turn. 
The cycle was endless. 

Where had her need for humiliation and punishment started? Where was the 
first sin that required continuing sin? She couldn't remember. She only 
wanted to be servile and submissive, to do what others ordered her to do. 
That way, somehow, it wasn't her responsibility. What happened was their 
fault. 

She lay in bed fearful, however, fearful that Peter was lying in his bed, 
waiting for her. Or Penny ... Penny might be staying home sick after 
being-after having-Mae couldn't think the words. She avoided out the 
memories-the vivid, indelible pictures in her mind. 

Mae's hands drifted down her body like spiders, under the covers, aimless, 
erratic, yet both converging on her pajama-covered loins. She closed her 
eyes tighter. She breathed in short, unknowing gasps. Her hands had made 
their way into her pajama bottoms ... her hands were on her naked flesh-on 
her pussy, probing, sending blind fingers between the slippery lips, the 
quickly slippery lips ... plucking at folds of labia, finding the swelling, 
hardening clitoris. Stroking ... stroking.... 

Mae writhed under the covers. Her mind was a cataract of images, stray 
thoughts ... planning the evening meal, planning her ironing, as her evil, 
uncontrollable fingers brought her to a swift, panting, shattering orgasm. 
Her mind reeling from the pleasure, Mae somehow wasn't satisfied. There was 
no shame for her in simple manual masturbation. There was no inner balancing 
of the guilt scales. 

Mae threw the covers down. She sprawled on the bed and swiftly, pantingly, 
stripped off her pajamas. She lay back on the bed, legs wide open, writhing, 
with her hands clamped tightly, painfully, onto her fat breasts. Her big 
nipples poked up between her fingers. She tightened those fingers and sent a 
hot pain glowing through the heavy flesh. She was breathing fast. She leaped 
out of bed and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser. She took out that 
long brown box and opened it. She withdrew the long, thick dildo. In her 
mind-Peter's cock! She measured the yielding plastic with her hands. She 
closed her eyes. Yes-Peter's cock was at least this thick ... and at least 
this long ... She shivered in the throes of breathtaking memory. 

Slowly, eyes closed, she lowered her head and took the big, plastic glans 
into her mouth. She moaned. She sucked the glans, and took more of the dildo 
into her mouth ... Mae pulled the thing from her mouth and flung herself, 
sobbing, to the unmade bed, clutching the plastic cock in her right hand. 
Slowly, naked, she hunched up onto her knees, her face and shoulders pressed 
to the sheet, her white, gourd-like breasts hanging softly. She reached 
under her belly with the dildo and with both hands poked it at her loose, 
wet pussy lips. 

Mae sighed and quivered as the head entered her. She let her legs straighten 
slowly, lowering her hips, and driving the length of plastic cock farther up 
into her hot cunt. She whispered thickly, "Peter ... my son ... my son...." 
She let herself down farther onto the artificial cock. She moaned 
quaveringly. The thing penetrated far up into her belly. She mouthed folds 
of the sheet under her face and clenched her teeth on them. She rolled her 
head. Her arms tensed, her grip tightened on the end of the dildo as she 
ground her hips lower, thrusting ... taking ... moaning her son's name over 
and over, out of her mind with shameful, forbidden lust. 

Mae panted and writhed on the bed, her hands far down under her, holding the 
base of the dildo in position as she wildly fucked the huge length. She 
shuddered repeatedly. Bolts of pleasure shot through her loins. She quieted. 
She rolled over onto her side, eyes still closed, lips silently forming 
Peter's name. Gradually, her sanity returned. She wailed and covered her 
face with her hands. She used one hand to drag the giant plastic cock from 
her still spasming cunt. 

She staggered off the bed and dressed feverishly, the dildo on the bed, its 
box on the dresser-awareness suppressed! It didn't happen. It didn't happen. 

Mae sighed and sighed and relaxed. And dreaded leaving the bedroom. They 
might be waiting! She looked at her watch. It was way past the time they 
should have left for school. She listened, holding her breath. Her fingers 
wiped themselves on the sheets without her knowing. Clever fingers. 

Silence. She crept out of the room. She had to know. She crept very 
carefully, very quietly, down the hall to Peter's room. The door was open 
... He wasn't there! Mae slumped with relief. But maybe Penny! Mae crept 
farther and saw her daughter's door ajar, and her daughter's bed mussed and 
empty. 

The house was loud with emptiness. Mae blinked and said aloud to herself, 
"Now my masters are away, and I can do the things around here that have to 
be done. They really have to leave me alone once in a while." She went into 
the kitchen and cleared the dishes the kids had left. At odd times during 
the day she stopped abruptly, cocked her head in a strained, bird-like 
motion, and listened. 

Lars drove up at two-thirty in the afternoon, from the airport. He came 
booming into the house. "MAE? LORD AND MASTER IS HOME!" 

In Penny's bedroom, Mae was smoothing the bedspread over a pillow. She 
whispered, wide-eyed, "Peter?" And she blushed violently. Her mind filled 
with images of her son's monstrously big cock ... and she felt it in her 
hands ... and she felt it in her mouth.... 

Lars found her in the bedroom, one hand on the spread, half bent over, a 
vacant, dreaming look on her face. "Thinking of me?" He grabbed one of her 
breasts. 

Mae shuddered, and saw him. "Oh!-Lars." She blinked rapidly. "You're back." 

"Back and ready to fuck you blind. I've been without for three days and I've 
saved up every drop for you." He pulled her around to face him. He squeezed 
her large breasts. "Get these clothes off! Goddamned bras!" His pants were 
already bulging with an erection. He dragged her by the hand into the master 
bedroom. 

"Yes, Lars." Mae obediently started to unbutton her dress. 

Lars pulled her into their bedroom. He grumbled, "Why can't you do this room 
first? Always those kids come before anything...." He saw the forgotten 
dildo lying on the rumpled sheet. "What the hell?" He picked it up-Mae 
gasped. Her fist flew to her mouth. She bit a knuckle painfully hard. Her 
brown eyes dilated. Lars's blue eyes turned hard and cold. "This is what you 
do when I'm away?" He flung the soft plastic cock down on the bed. "Son of a 
bitch!" He grabbed Mae and threw her onto the bed. "That's almost as bad as 
having another man!" He slapped Mae-hard! Her head was jolted to the left. 
His other hand came around and cracked on her other cheek. Her head jerked 
back. Mae sobbed with shock and pain. Her cheeks were afire. Her head felt 
disconnected. But she knew she deserved it. This punishment and this 
exposure of her secret vice. 

Lars was truly furious. There were red blotches in his cheeks. His eyes 
blazed. He began ripping Mae's clothes from her. Her house dress was 
shredded away. Her white slip was yanked powerfully from the top-the straps 
gave, the seams parted. Two swipes of his powerful arm and hand and it was 
rags on the floor where he had tossed the strips of cotton dress. Mae did 
not dare resist. She had never seen Lars this angry before. He was 
ferocious. He grunted as he hooked strong fingers into her right bra cup. He 
pulled and the straps tore free ... the hooks in the bag ripped out. The 
deep cotton cup that had held her right breast came away suddenly. Her 
breast sagged slightly to the side of her chest. The nipple surged into 
violent prominence. 

"Bitch!" Lars tore the remains of her bra off her left shoulder and arm. She 
was naked except for white panties. He was gasping with effort and rage. He 
grabbed two handfuls of the panties at the waistband and hauled upward. 
Mae's hips were lifted off the bed for a second-then the thin elastic and 
rayon yielded and ripped. He dragged the remains down her legs and off. He 
threw her slippers violently away. Mae was naked. There were red strap-welts 
on her buttery skin. Her breasts rose and fell quickly in fear and 
anticipation. What was he going to do to her to punish her? 

Lars stood beside the bed, glaring down at her, his chest heaving. He 
reached down and picked up the long, fat plastic cock. He slapped it into 
his left palm like a club. Thwack-thwack-thwack. He said harshly, "You like 
this thing, huh? You fuck yourself with it, huh? Is it as good as a live 
cock?" 

Mae shook her head. She couldn't meet his gaze. 

"What?" 

"No." 

"Why isn't it? It's bigger than mine. Is that what you like-size?" 

Mae said weakly, "No." 

Lars kept whacking the dildo into his palm. He said, "Get out my prick and 
start sucking me!" 

Mae was relieved. She scrambled to obey. A moment later she had his pants 
and briefs down to his ankles. She quickly swooped her open, soft-lipped 
mouth to take three inches of his small-headed, thick-shouldered cock. She 
sucked eagerly. She had to please him. She had to placate one of her 
masters. It was good to be submissive like this. It was satisfying, but 
shameful, too. 

Mae sucked ... She filled her swooping, moving mouth with his rigid cock, 
and slithered her tongue here and there, and tried a corkscrew turning of 
her head, tried different caresses with her hands and fingers on the 
slab-like shaft, and under, where the taut sac held his nervous balls ... 
along his tense, rock-hard thighs. She sat on the edge of the bed and served 
Lars. And from the corner of her eye she saw the dildo hanging from his 
right hand, swaying, nudging her arm and shoulder as she sucked him. 

Abruptly, Lars said, "That's enough in that position. I want to try 
something." He shoved her to the center of the bed. He crouched over her in 
the sixty-nine position, the dildo still in his hand. His cock hung stiffly 
down toward her mouth. 

Mae's guts were watery. He was going to use the dildo on her while she 
sucked him, she knew it! It would be painful and brutal. Punishment! Her 
excitement increased. 

"Suck!" Lars peered under and thrust down at her open, waiting mouth ... 
that hot, wet hole with that great, churning tongue! His glans was taken 
into the clinging furnace of her mouth. He thrust deeper, vindictively, 
sensuously. He gazed down at Mae's pussy. The lips were puffed and pink with 
arousal. There was a film of slippery secretion. He began mouth 
fucking-driving his cock down into her receptive lips. 

He watched her legs open and her knees raise. Her slit parted to show a 
gorge of juicy, delicate pinkness. He could see her inner, cunt opening. It 
seemed to open and close as her growing lust in sucking him manifested 
itself in reflexive spasming in her vagina. 

Lars enjoyed her sweet, skilled mouth! God, Mae was a great cocksucker! A 
great fuck, too. He drilled his very wide cock down and down. She had all 
she could handle now. She was making those gagging sounds each time he sank 
his cock between those hot, straining, soft lips, and down along that 
whipped cream tongue. 

Lars remembered the dildo clutched in his right hand. He grinned. He wanted 
to see how much of that thing she could take. He braced himself with his 
left arm and pressed the huge plastic cock's head into her wet slit, into 
the yielding pinkness ... into the opening to her vagina, which expanded to 
encompass it. 

Lars became fascinated with the up-close spectacle of seeing a woman's pussy 
when a big cock was entering. He pressed more of the molded plastic shaft 
into her cunt. The inner lips were drawn inward by its thickness and lack of 
lubrication. 

Mae felt what he was doing. But he was gentle. That wasn't right. Somehow, 
she scraped his cock with her teeth. She almost never did it. 

Lars hissed, jerked and growled at her to be careful! To teach her a lesson 
he jolted her head back into the mattress with a powerful thrust of his 
cock-down to the back of her throat where her palate closed-on his glans in 
a paroxysm of automatic muscle spasming. And he jammed the dildo still 
deeper into her cunt. Half of the thing was in her. He drew some of it out 
and plunged still more in ... and in ... and in! 

Now there was inner resistance to the incredible thickness and length he had 
pushed into her belly. He grinned and twisted and turned the shaft, applying 
more pressure. "Like it, baby? LIKE IT?" 

She gagged on his plunging cock. He was getting that tight inner glow. She 
made groaning, moaning pain sounds as he forced the dildo deeper and deeper 
into her cunt. His gripping fist was grinding into the sensitive, splayed 
lips of her vulva. As his passion and lust approached orgasm, Lars began 
drawing the dildo almost all the way out of her cunt, then plunging it 
in-deep! till his fist smacked wetly against the wide open pussy lips. With 
each down-fuck into Mae's sucking, tonguing mouth, he jammed the dildo into 
her cunt. Now-faster-faster! 

Mae's hips were writhing, jumping, jerking around. She had her hands up on 
his ass, urging him to mouth fuck her as deep and hard as he wanted. 

Lars puzzled for a split second at her unusual willingness this time. She 
had almost seemed to want this. God, he was close to coming now! He was 
beginning to tremble all over. It was going to be a mindblower. The 
sensations were filling his loins, his guts! His cock felt like a red-hot 
ingot, and that intense heat was pure pleasure, getting tighter and tighter 
and more and more near the edge of no-control. His mind began to rock like a 
boat in a storm. A great lust-a hurricane of sensation-ecstasy!-was swirling 
in his cock. 

Lars plunged his cock into Mae's hot cauldron of a mouth-oh, now-OH, now-oh, 
NOW! 

He slammed the dildo into her cunt. Faster! Her belly rippled and bloated. 
Gurgling, gobbling sounds came from her throat. Smack-Smack-Smack! The huge 
wet length of the dildo was buried in her clenching cunt, time after time. 

She was loving it! With his last clear, pre-orgasm thought, Lars realized 
this. His blue eyes were fiercely bright with the rapture that was shaking 
his body. His cock was being swallowed. Her tongue was a velvet snake, 
drawing his soul out of his skull! Lars drew the dildo completely out of her 
cunt. The long, thick plastic shaft and head dripped with her lubrication. 
He was going-She was plunging her head up and down, using her mouth as a 
cunt, her tongue as a slithering devil that was luring his first great spasm 
of overwhelming ecstasy. 

Lars quivered, frozen-hanging on the edge of that golden, molten cliff. He 
rasped air into his lungs. He couldn't think anymore. From some evil depth 
of his psyche came a command-and he crammed the dildo into Mae's anus! 

Before her body-mind could react-the fat, soft plastic head was in her 
rectum. Her cunt juices made the dildo a stiff, slippery eel! She was 
paralyzed with shock and an agony of pain as the thick bulk was crammed up 
past her rectum-into her lower colon, up-up-squishing through soft-formed 
shit-wrenching natural curves of bowel to exquisitely painful straightness 
and distorted expansion. 

Lars roared with demonic joy as he spurted into the down-curving, spasming 
softness of her palate. He rammed the dildo into her ass! He roared and 
spurted again-again! His face was a mask of delight and sensory torture. And 
he continued to rape her anus-to churn her guts, so that she choked on his 
jetting semen and gurgled a strangling scream of pain. 

Then-too soon-the magic frenzy was over. Lars let her suck him dry. The 
pleasure drained with his last drops, the last thin flow. He loosed the 
sweaty end of the dildo. He wasn't interested in that anymore. Lars grunted 
himself away from her. He lurched into the bathroom. 

On the bed, on her side now, Mae slowly, carefully, sobbing quietly, pulled 
the massive plastic cock from her ass. The pain was a funny pain now ... 
soft and hot and oddly nice. She was afraid to think about it. Mae crawled 
painfully off the bed and put the smeared, evil-smelling dildo back into its 
long brown box. She would wash it later. She was confused. She stared 
stupidly at her torn clothes on the floor. She went out of the room to the 
other bathroom. 

It would soon be time for the kids to come home from school. She had to be 
ready for Peter.... 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Three days later. Only that short a time. Mae had gotten up, prepared Lars 
his usual breakfast of hotcakes and eggs, coffee and grapefruit, and kissed 
him good-bye. But her mind told her something was wrong. As he drove away, 
she listened to the house and didn't hear the usual small sounds of Peter 
and Penny as they got up, used the bathroom, dressed. 

There was a unique half silence ... different sounds. Penny giggling softly. 
Peter's voice, muted. And Mae's own fast, frightened breathing. She knew 
they were planning something with her. Something awful ... dirty ... 
perverted ... depraved. 

Mae felt suffocated. She couldn't get her breath. She swayed in the 
entranceway, and grabbed at the wall to steady herself. Her stomach was 
sinking into a bottomless pit. Then Penny walked into the living room stark 
naked, and Mae knew it was beginning-her total destruction as a sane human 
being. The horror of it was-a part of Mae's disintegrating personality 
welcomed what was to come. Insanity is the ultimate social freedom. 

Penny smiled and regarded her mother with amused interest. Penny asked, 
"What's the matter? Getting a premonition, or something?" Penny fondled her 
lush left breast as she spoke. Her finger thrummed the nipple. 

Mae couldn't take Penny's insolent nakedness, and that defiant self-caress. 
It couldn't be so open! "G-get something on, dear. It isn't decent to walk 
around in the house like that." 

"It isn't decent for a mother to go down on her daughter, either. To say 
nothing of sucking off her son." 

Penny's words, spoken softly, casually, as a matter-of-fact, were like 
boulders crashing through Mae's fragile self-composure. Mae trembled and 
turned away, head bowed, hands covering her face. 

Penny tsk-tsked. She went to her mother and put her arm around her. "Don't 
go all to pieces. We love you. We'll always love you. In every way." Penny 
turned Mae and urged her back toward the hallway. "Come on now, Mother. 
Peter is waiting." 

Mae cringed and tried to resist Penny's urging arm. "No-Oh, God, I can't ... 
not again." 

"Of course you can. You will." 

Mae felt dizzy again. Somehow her legs, trembling and uncertain, could not 
save her. 

She allowed Penny to guide her, half pushing, to the master bedroom. 

They entered, and there was Peter, his right hand full of his enormous cock, 
massaging it, working the huge column of hard flesh, lying naked on the bed 
she had so recently shared with Lars. 

Peter grinned. "Hi, Mom. Time to take the wrapper off the package." He 
stroked his cock slowly, sensually, his legs open, his balls rising and 
falling from the movement of the skin. "Time to show you the way things are 
going to be from now on." 

Mae hid her face again. She wailed, "What's going to happen to me?" 

"All kinds of things. I'm going to fuck you this morning. Penny and I will 
use you ... It'll be fun. We'll all have fun." 

Mae sank to her knees. "Oh, God-God! Why are you doing this to me?" She was 
so weak-physically, morally, spiritually ... so much like a ball of warm wax 
that could be shaped and used-yes, used-by anyone ... even her own children! 

Mae wept. Peter was going to fuck her. Her breasts were warm ... wax ... in 
her sleeping bra. And as she knelt, crying, she felt the shameful discomfort 
of having her nipples erecting against the center seams of the cotton cups. 

Penny said, "She really makes a big thing out of it." 

"That's where most of the fun is for her-and us." Peter continued his slow 
pumping of his huge cock. "Mother needs to be dragged through the muck. 
That's our job." 

Penny looked down at her huddling, weeping mother. "Well, then, let's start 
mucking her up." 

Peter nodded. "Mother, stand up! STAND UP!" 

Penny stooped to drag Mae to her feet, but Peter waved for her not to. 

Mae heard his command. She had to fight. She had to refuse ... or ... it 
would happen-She quailed at the obscene image that filled her mind. Peter's 
cock sliding deep into her cunt-OH, GOD! Peter fucking her! 
Fucking-fucking-fuckingfuckingfucking! Mae sobbed brokenly and could not 
stop herself from rising to her feet as he had commanded. 

"Fine. Now we want you naked like we are! STRIP! STRIP NAKED!" 

Mae could not do it facing him. Her eyes were swollen and red. She could 
barely see, but she knew he was looking, waiting. She was gasping, sick to 
her stomach, shaking. This was it. This now was going to determine her 
future-her fate. Mae turned away from the bed. With trembling hands she 
opened her robe. She sobbed and let it drop to the floor. She stood in her 
pajamas. Under her pajamas she wore bra and panties. She moaned desperately, 
beseechingly, "Why are you making me do this?" 

Penny said spitefully, "Because you drove Dad away and took on Lars! You 
have to be punished for that!" 

Peter said, "And because it's fun to make you do things like this. It's a 
pleasure, too. We enjoy what you do for us, Mom. Isn't it a mother's duty to 
make life a joy for her children? Everybody wins this way, Mom. You can have 
your cake and eat it, too." 

Penny said, "I want to watch her suck you!" 

"You will. And I'll watch her eat you. I'll probably fuck her while she's 
doing it. We're going to have all kinds of sex fun with Mother in the days 
and months and years to come." 

Penny gazed at her brother with open admiration. "Wow. What a master plan. 
Yeah ... I dig it! We have her all to ourselves ... and we have each other 
too!" 

Peter grinned and nodded. 

In a secret part of her mind, Mae grew hot with anticipation. Yes, she 
wanted it that way. A slave to her domineering twins. They had no 
restraints. They took what they wanted! They were taking her, now. 

Peter saw that Mae had stopped undressing. He put anger and power into his 
tone. "Mother, I won't say this again! Strip!" 

The last shred of resistance melted from her. Peter was her master. Mae 
succumbed to her needs. She unbuttoned her pajama top and let it fall away. 
Head bowed, still sobbing-because it was shameful and degraded, and because 
she had to keep up appearances, and because a large part of her self was 
scandalized, shocked, outraged, shamed-she pulled the white cord at the 
waist of her bottoms, and let them slip down off her fleshy hips, down her 
round thighs. 

She reached up behind her back to unhook her bra. But Penny's fingers were 
there quickly. "I'll do it." Mae's bra opened and Penny's fingers brushed 
the straps aside. Penny took the opportunity to reach under her mother's 
arms and softly fill her small, girl's hands with her mother's heavy 
breasts. She pressed against her mother's back, pressed her own lush breasts 
there, and mischievously kissed Mae's neck. 

Mae trembled. What a strange sensation-the small soft, unmasculine hands on 
her breasts were pleasant-no! It couldn't be nice! And so Mae warred with 
herself within herself. 

Penny pressed and rubbed her lean, adolescent girl's body against her 
mother's mature, fully fleshed body ... and turned Mae slowly so that Peter, 
still manipulating his huge cock, could see fully, from every angle. 

Peter said, "Down with those panties, Mother." He motioned for Penny not to 
assist. "Let her do it for herself. She wants to, anyway. Don't you, 
Mother?" 

"No!" Yet Mae's fingers were plucking at her panties' waistband. 

Peter waited. Penny waited. They watched their mother expectantly. 

Mae flushed violently. She was facing Peter. Her naked breasts glowed with 
warmth. Her nipples were achingly erect. A shameful itching was blooming in 
her cunt. She was sobbing, gasping ... She turned her head to the side and 
bent forward-and pushed her panties off her hips ... She stepped free of 
them and straightened up. I'm lost now ... there's nothing but degradation 
and perversion ahead. 

Peter said, "Come to the bed, Mother. Come and get fucked!" 

Mae moaned and struggled briefly, ineffectively, as Penny pushed her to the 
edge of the bed. Then she was pushed forward off balance and had to climb 
onto the bed-into Peter's waiting arms! 

Peter kissed her erotically, with tongue and open-mouthed lust. He had never 
kissed her before except for dutiful pecks in years past. 

Mae was in turmoil. Her dizziness returned. Behind her closed eyes her mind 
reeled in vertigo. Then her mouth cooperated with her son's lustful, 
dominating mouth. The cancer of her masochism ate at her remaining sanity 
and control. She moaned softly around his invading tongue and her arms stole 
around his neck ... and tightened. 

Penny said with pleased surprised, "Hey...." She climbed onto the bed, too, 
and reached out to grasp and fondle Peter's briefly neglected cock. She 
squirmed closer and slid her mouth down over the head. 

Peter kissed his mother with renewed, intensified lust. Mae was aware-by 
feel, by sound, by body position-of what Penny was doing. She tore her mouth 
free of Peter's passionate lips, and looked down, wide-eyed, infinitely 
shocked and infinitely tolerant of her daughter's worship. No limits-no 
limits-YES, EVERYTHING! ANYTHING! 

Peter put his hands on Mae's heavy, hot breasts. She closed her eyes and 
wanted to take his mouth, to revel in lasciviousness and incest. But Mae 
could not initiate. She could not take the responsibility, the blame. It had 
to be forced on her ... done to her. She trembled and her back arched 
gradually under the pleasure of his touch, the sweet mauling of her big 
breasts. Her arms tightened around his neck. 

Peter pulled her arms free of his neck. He said, "Use her, Penny. She's 
yours for a minute." 

Penny lifted her mouth from his massively erect cock. Her eyes gleamed with 
arousal. She put her hands on Mae's breasts as Peter took his away. She 
fondled the big, deep globes of white, veined flesh. Penny whispered, "I'm 
still a little sore from that great fucking Peter gave me a few days ago, 
Mother, but I can take all the tongue you can give me. You want to eat me, 
Mother? Want to eat your hot Penny?" 

Mae could not meet her daughter's gaze. She hung her head. She enjoyed 
Penny's hands as they patted and squeezed. She could only say brokenly, 
through sniffling and wet gasps of breath, "If you want me to." 

Penny smiled. "I do want you to. Just be careful to keep your tongue out of 
my cunt. Just on my clit." Penny lay back next to Peter. She shot him a 
happy, conspiratorial look. She raised her knees and let her thighs fall 
wide open. "Go to it, Mom. Eat me. EAT ME!" 

Mae moved clumsily between her daughter's slim young legs, trying to keep 
her face hidden, wishing it were night-dark! 

Peter laughed. "Poor Mom, so ashamed of what she's letting us make her do." 

Mae's face flamed. She could not stifle a wracking series of sobs-the last 
of her decency was using itself up. She moaned and hid her face between 
Penny's thighs and pressed her open, wet mouth against the humid, waiting 
pussy lips. 

Penny drew a quick, excited breath. "Tongue me. Use your tongue!" 

Mae obeyed. Her tongue flicked into Penny's juicy slit. It found the stiff 
little clitoris and fluttered over the tiny extremity. 

Penny began to moan softly. She began to writhe against her mother's mouth 
and tongue. She reached over and claimed Peter's huge, throbbing cock. As 
her mother licked adroitly in her pussy, Penny slowly pumped her brother's 
cock. She met Peter's eyes. 

Peter leaned over and kissed Penny. Their tongues entwined. His hand went to 
her breasts. Penny began to come. She panted, her toes curled down, her 
belly sucked in, her hand tightened on his thick, long cock and began to 
flail up and down. At the last moment-as the sweet, hot pleasure flooded 
her-Penny slid her mouth free to suck deep, fast lungfuls of air. Her pretty 
young face twisted with the power of her sensations. Her hips leaped and 
squirmed as Mae tried to keep her tongue moving on the exquisitely sensitive 
clitoral area within Penny's flushed slit. 

Peter pried her pumping hand from his cock. He was perilously close to 
shooting off. He didn't want to go that way. He waited until Penny's moans 
and fast breathing subsided. He observed, smiling, that Mae kept her face 
hidden in Penny's crotch, even after she had stopped licking. He said, "I 
think if we put a black sack over Mother's head, with a few small air holes, 
she'd be much happier." 

Penny sighed and looked down. "Like an ostrich with its head in the sand." 

"I think I'll put my cock's head into a certain nest...." Peter sat up. 
"Mother! Roll over onto your back and open your legs." 

Penny pulled away from Mae, leaving her exposed. "Go on, Mom! Peter's going 
to fuck you now! Aren't you excited? Believe me, it's an experience!" 

Mae rolled over. She was shaking. Her eyes were shut tight. Her knees slowly 
rose and fell wide to reveal her thickly bushed pussy. There was a smear of 
slick wetness on the puffed labia. Her breasts, appearing more full and firm 
than when she had been exposed by Penny, pushed out dark, grape-like 
nipples. She whispered to herself, "Oh, God ... oh, God ... help me, help 
me." 

Peter mounted his mother. He rested on elbows and knees. His giant cock lay 
heavily in her crotch. He gazed down at Mae's tightly closed eyes, quivering 
cheeks, clenched jaws. He asked Penny, "Put me in her, will you?" 

"Will I ever! I want to see every inch go in!" 

Mae shuddered with a repressed or weakened emotion. She didn't attempt to 
move or stop the event. 

Penny reached in between their loins and grasped Peter's solid, incredible 
eight-and-a-quarter-inch cock. She nestled the big, velvety head into Mae's 
bearded slit, low, where the entrance to the vagina lay. Peter felt the soft 
wetness and felt his glans settle into the opening. He lustfully watched his 
mother's face as he put pressure behind his cock and stretched her entrance 
as he went in. 

She made a small, strained grunting sound in her chest. She was gasping 
shamelessly. Her brown eyes flared open for an instant and were captured by 
his greedy eyes. Her pupils dilated. Her lids shut tight again. Her lower 
lip began to tremble. 

Penny lay on the bed beside them, peering at their joining. "Give it to her, 
Peter! Shove it all in!" 

"I want to enjoy this." He felt the quivering of his mother's thighs against 
his hips ... the jelly-like inner surfaces of her cunt ... the tiny nervous 
spasms of her inner mouth. He hovered in her-with just his glans inside-and 
savored the sensations. His cock felt like a monstrous living bar qf steel, 
something alive, connected to him, but apart somehow. 

He watched his mother's face. "Like it, Mom?" Mae's lips moved silently. Her 
hands were clutching the bedding. Peter sank farther into her ... into the 
special, liquidy heat of his mother's cunt. He was thrilled and astonished 
at what he was doing. His depravity sent chills up his spine. I'm really 
sick, sick, sick ... Christ, this is good! 

He loved the feel of her cunt closing around more and more of his length. In 
and in ... slow sweet inches of thick cock into his mother's belly. He had 
secretly dreamed of this. Now it was real! Now it was happening! Peter gazed 
down at Mae's slowly changing expression. As he penetrated deeper and 
deeper, as her son's giant cock filled her, she lost more and more control 
of herself. 

Mae's fast breathing turned raspy. Her fingers clenched the blankets tighter 
for security, for stability, but the fact of Peter's immense size going 
deeper and still deeper into her now engorged cunt was too much for her. Mae 
began to fragment. Her face worked. Her eyes opened and darted about. Small 
mewlings sounded from her throat. 

Penny watched intently, eagerly. She saw Peter give a small, twisting thrust 
and bury the last inch of his huge cock. Penny quickly looked to her 
mother's face. Mae's expression was one of naked lust. Her entire body was 
trembling. Her fingers dug deeper into the bedding. 

Peter caught Penny's eye. He said, "Shit, this is great!" He started to fuck 
Mae ... slowly, deeply. The hot, gut-clenching pleasure of an approaching, 
irresistible orgasm came alive in him almost immediately. Peter couldn't 
stop. He had to fuck his mother faster! He slapped his hard, tensed belly 
against her softer, quaking flesh. His cock plunged into her tightening 
depths with all his greed and lust behind the thrusts. 

Mae began to wail helplessly. Her knees drew back further and further. Her 
hands were like insane crabs on the bedding, scuttling this way and that ... 
Peter was rifling his mother's cunt! Plunging madly, smacking her, jolting 
her! Both their mouths were open, panting, both groaning uncontrollably. 
Penny was unable to look away from the massive, gargantuan thrusts of 
Peter's cock. She kept thinking dazedly, I took that much. He was doing that 
to me! 

Peter cried, "OH, CHRIST! OH, CHRIST!" He seemed to be trying to bury his 
entire body in his mother's flexing belly, to re-enter the womb. Mae was now 
shuddering continuously, her eyes were bulging from her head, her mouth 
contorted. She was squealing like a pig. Peter was spurting in her, in his 
mother! Shooting off! Each spasm of semen coated the walls of her and made 
each successive thrust more exquisite, more keen. 

Mae knew her son had come. She was hardly conscious of anything else. Her 
loins were suffused with a seething, boiling pleasure that was more 
shatteringly intense than anything she had ever before experienced with 
Lars. She was nakedly overwhelmed with her pleasure, openly, shamelessly 
grunting, panting, clawing the bed, a shattered woman, driven beyond all her 
limits, with her rigid, and fragile, walls of prescribed behavior and 
thoughts in utter ruin. 

Peter slowed his wild, savage thrusts. He rested on his mother's soft, 
jerking belly, and her warm, full breasts. When he could speak, he said, 
"That was only the beginning, Mother. You're our slave now. Now you're ours. 
We'll use you anytime we want, any way we want." 

Mae loved his hot, sweaty weight. She wanted him to lie on her forever. She 
nodded. "Yes, Peter." Then a reaction set in and she began to weep 
hysterically. 

Peter got off her. His long, soft cock slithered from her still squeezing, 
softly fluctuating cunt. Peter left the bed with Penny. They stood for a few 
seconds, naked, hand in hand, watching their mother. 

Penny said contemptuously, "She just can't stand change. Any kind of 
stress...." 

"Let's get some breakfast. Fucking makes me hungry," Peter admitted. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Four days later, early on a Saturday morning, Penny came to Peter's room and 
climbed into his bed. 

Mae and Lars were sleeping late-they had gone to a party the night before. 
Peter filled his hands with Penny's buoyant, firm breasts. She lay beside 
him and filled her hands with his large, half-hard cock. She stroked and 
manipulated his lengthening organ. She sighed with enjoyment as he kissed 
and sucked on her stiffening pink nipples. She said, "We going to fuck this 
morning?" 

"Ready for it?" Peter moved a hand to her pussy and gently inserted a 
finger. He watched her face as he explored the entrance to her vagina. 

Penny smiled. "I did that myself before I decided to come in here. I even 
tried the handle of my hairbrush." 

"Oh?" Peter slid a second finger into her ... then a third, in a bunch. He 
pushed them to the limit. 

Penny didn't flinch. "That stings a little." 

"I guess you're ready." Peter withdrew his fingers from her cunt and 
slithered them up over her clitoris. Penny was getting juicy. 

"Any time, from now on." She had his cock fully hard. Her fingers gripped 
and regripped its thickness as she slowly pumped. 

They kissed passionately. 

Penny whispered, "Fuck me!" 

"In a minute. We've got to coordinate on our plan to get rid of Lars. This 
is the day." 

Penny nodded. She continued to tenderly stroke Peter's cock. "There's no 
place for him in this house now. He's just an intruder." 

"I'll tell Mom to go shopping for two hours. She'll tell Lars where she's 
going and how long she'll be gone." 

Penny smiled. "Then I go in to him and do my thing." 

"Right. But before that I'll let him know indirectly that I've gone to the 
park to play tennis." 

Penny frowned. "Think he'll really be scared enough to split for good?" 

"We've got to play it straight. Be sincere." 

"Umm. I'll give an Oscar performance." Penny rolled onto her back. "Now?" 
She drew her thighs up and clutched them to her breasts. Her wet pussy was 
exposed, open, ready. 

Peter rolled over on top of her. "You really want it, don't you?" 

"God, do I!" Penny writhed to get her hands between their loins so she could 
guide his cock. "Don't you? Don't play games with me." 

"Sure I do!" He kissed her again. His tongue was an exciting, hot eel in her 
mouth. 

Penny moaned and brought the head of his giant, rigid cock to her wet slit. 
She squirmed a bit lower as she responded to and continued the kiss. She had 
the head in position to enter her. She slid her hand around onto Peter's 
ass. She urged him in. Peter responded by easing his cock slowly into her. 
The glans was enclosed in her jellied sheath ... Penny urged him in faster. 
She tore her mouth free of his kiss. "Don't be so damned careful!" 

He grinned. He surged into her cunt-deep-DEEP! 

Penny strained up to meet his total thrust. "AHHH ... God, I love it!" She 
was gorged, belly full, stretched. The monster in her cunt lay throbbing, a 
massive club of hot gristle. "Oh, Peter, I love you!" 

"I love you, too, Penny. Always have." He drew back slowly, until all of his 
glistening shaft was out of her except for his glans. "No pain?" 

"No. It's okay now." Penny smiled. "I started taking birth-control pills a 
couple days ago. I ordered Mother to get them for me." 

"Then brace yourself, 'cause you're going to get fucked!" Peter rammed all 
the way. He felt her cunt spasm and clench around his buried cock. He drew 
back-thrust-thrust-thrust! 

Penny was in heaven. The physical shock of taking over eight inches in one 
huge penetration was almost traumatic, but she knew she could hold it. The 
distension was fantastic, but it wasn't a pain sensation ... more a weird 
inner thrumming of her cunt walls as she was stretched and filled. Oh, God! 
How she was filled! 

Again and again and again ... on and on ... more and more plunges of Peter's 
cock ... until she was panting and writhing and clawing her fingers into his 
ass, urging him to fuck ever faster and harder. She was taking heavy, 
jolting thrusts of his massive cock; the bed squeaked and quaked. Her 
breathing came in forced gasps. Her face mottled with the congested flush of 
extreme orgasmic arousal. She groaned in her climax ... groaned with amazed 
ecstasy ... wanting it to go on and on. 

Peter panted with effort and lust. Jesus-Penny was tight! What a hungry 
cunt! He started to go ... He felt like his cock was a foot long. A great 
wracking, trembling wave of pleasure expelled a high cry of golden agony 
from his throat. He gouted semen into her hot, sweet cunt. He was blind to 
everything but the cascading rapture that shook him. 

When they had recovered, long moments later, Peter said, "We've got a lot of 
fun ahead of us, sister of mine, twin of mine." 

Penny nodded. She was still feeling the afterglow of her orgasm, it had been 
that strong! "We're depraved, aren't we? We've committed all kinds of 
incest! We're enslaving our mother ... wow!" She giggled. "I love it!" 

"We still have to get rid of Lars-the outsider." 

Penny nodded again. "I'll do my bit, and you do yours." 

* * * 

Five hours later, around one o'clock in the afternoon, Penny went out into 
the back yard where Lars was lying in the sun on the blue chaise. She wore 
her very brief green bikini, the Indian headband to keep her long red-brown 
hair under control, and green sandals. 

Lars didn't hear her. He lay sweating, his skin refusing to tan. He wore a 
purple bathing suit too small for his fleshy hips and belly. His genitals 
bulged the tight cup of lastex. 

Penny said, "Lars, do you know where Peter is?" 

Lars blinked his eyes against the sun. He sat up, leaving a coating of sweat 
on the hot blue plastic pad. "Umm ... yeah ... he had his tennis racquet. He 
went up to the park to practice with one of the neighbor boys ... Mike, I 
think." 

"That dumb Mike. What a retard! I was going with Peter, but not if Mike'll 
be around." Penny sat on the end of the chaise, next to Lars' feet. She ran 
her hand along his leg to his knee. "You're starting to burn." 

Lars agreed. "I don't tan. You do, though." He openly admired her body. 
"Beautifully." 

Penny smiled. "Thank you. I have a problem. I need advice or something. 
Could we go inside?" 

"Sure. You mind me taking a bath to get this sweat off me?" 

"No, why should I? You haven't got anything I haven't seen before." 

"That's right." 

They went inside the house. Into the master bedroom. Penny watched 
interestedly as Lars pushed down his purple trunks. He had half a hard-on. 

"Looks like you need another hand job." Penny laughed. She boldly flipped 
his large, slab-like cock with her fingers. 

Lars grinned. His cock grew still more. "I woulnd't turn it down." He stood 
naked and reached for Penny. He drew her tight against his body. "I warned 
you about playing games with me. No teasing!" His hands rubbed over her 
skimpy bikini bottom. He cupped her round, firm buttocks. He pressed his 
cock against her belly. The top third of it pressed nakedly, hot, pulsing, 
into the tanned flesh above her bikini waistband. 

Penny pretended a bit of fear. "I wasn't teasing! I'll jack you off if you 
like." 

Lars cocked his head. "I'd like a lot more." He brought his mouth close to 
hers. His blue eyes searched hers. "Hmm?" He pressed his mouth to hers. 

Penny resisted for a few seconds-kept her lips pressed tight together-then 
yielded and opened her mouth to his insistent tongue. 

Lars made a triumphant, guttural sound. He frenched her passionately. 

In spite of herself, Penny was turned on by his mouth and the hard, hot 
throbbing of his very thick cock against her belly. She began to play tongue 
games with him in the kiss. 

His hands moved up to her halter string at her neck. He pulled the green 
cords and the bow knot came undone. 

Penny pulled away from him. Her golden brown eyes were large; she appeared 
afraid, baffled. "How much more do you want?" Her eyes were drawn down to 
his massive erection. His cock was as wide as her wrists before narrowing to 
the small glans. 

Her halter sagged loose. She put hands up to halt its slipping off her big, 
jutting breasts. "Don't-" Lars seized her wrists. He grinned and watched the 
small green cups slip away from her body. The halter finally fell to the 
floor. 

He examined her lush young breasts with gloating eyes. "A beautiful pair of 
tits." 

"I suppose you want to get your hands on them, too ... like last time." 

"Sure." He pulled her hands to his cock. "And you can get your hands on 
me-like last time." 

Penny let her hands remain on his hot shaft. She looked down at the long, 
broad cock. She watched Lars' hands come up and claim her breasts. A shiver 
of excitement went through her. She slowly closed her fingers around his 
cock. It took both hands. She began pulling and pushing the skin. 

Lars' mouth took hers again. They tongued. She was really becoming aroused. 
She liked his aggressiveness ... and resented it. She was afraid of him, 
too, a little. He was built like a bull-those massive shoulders, that thick 
chest. And above all, his power of will made her very uneasy. She broke the 
kiss, glanced at the open bedroom doorway, and said, "I think I should 
leave." She bent to pick up her bikini halter. 

"Not without telling me what's bothering you." Lars went into the bathroom 
and turned on the water. "What's your problem?" 

Penny went to the bathroom door. She didn't bother to put on her halter 
again. "Sex. I think I'm getting to like it too much. I'm getting so I can't 
control myself." 

"Yeah? In what way?" 

Penny drifted inch by inch into the bathroom. Lars was standing at the 
mirror, running a hand over his blond chin stubble. She said, "I sucked off 
a boy the other night-and I loved it." 

Lars glanced at her sharply. "All the way? You let him squirt in your 
mouth?" 

"Yes. And I swallowed it." Penny defiantly met his glance. She had to grit 
her teeth to keep from smiling. If he knew which boy! 

"Nothing wrong with loving to suck. You can suck me off any time you want." 

"Don't tempt me." Penny made herself stare hungrily at his cock. 

Lars turned off the tub Water. He looked at Penny speculatively. "I said 'no 
games.' " 

"I know. I'm not ... I'm just finding out things about myself. I don't know 
how to handle...." 

Lars took a wide stance on the red bathroom carpet. His massively wide cock 
stuck straight out from his blond loins. "Let's test you. Get down on your 
knees, girl, and suck me!" 

Penny blinked. "Hey, that's not fair." She licked her full lips. She 
pretended to be lured. 

"DO IT! Let's see how much control you have! Let's find out if you're 
compulsive! Down on your knees!" 

Penny thought: Just like Mother! She hung her head. "Don't make me, Lars!" 

"Suck me!" He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. 

Penny let her knees bend. She knelt. She smiled down at the carpeting. 
Another minute- 

Lars grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up. She found herself 
facing his cock. The small glans danced in the air a few inches from her 
mouth. "Please, don't make me do it!" 

"You want to! You wouldn't be in here if you didn't want to!" Lars pulled 
her head closer. He now had both hands entwined in her long auburn hair. His 
grip was tight and irresistible. He positioned her lips against his glans. 
"Open up!" 

"No-" The instant she opened her lips to speak-his cock was thrust into her 
mouth and her head pulled forward. The glans surged far back in her mouth. 
Her lips were stretched by the ever-thickening bulk of his shaft. Penny 
struggled and tried to pull back. 

Lars gritted, "SUCK, DAMN YOU! YOU PRICK-TEASING BITCH! SUCK!" 

Lars was facing the bathroom doorway. He saw Peter instantly when Peter came 
into view. Peter saw. Lars' body went rigid. He jerked away-backward-from 
Penny. He almost fell into the partly filled tub. Peter stood stunned, 
gaping, eyes wide. "OH, CHRIST!" 

Penny spun like a trapped animal. "Peter!" She burst into sobs. "He made me 
do it. He forced me!" She covered her face. 

Lars recovered his balance. "She's lying. She tempted me in here and told me 
she wanted to go down on me!!" 

"I didn't, I didn't!" 

Peter came into the bathroom. His face was red with fury. "YOU BASTARD! I 
saw what you were doing-you were holding her head-forcing her-" He swung at 
Lars and hit him awkwardly on the neck. 

Lars almost hit back. He ducked a second blow. "Cut it out! Stop it before I 
get mad!" 

Peter was shaking. He almost swung again. He was panting with rage. His eyes 
burned. "You-you better get out of here, mister! You better leave this house 
and never come back!" 

"Hey now-hold it...." 

"I MEAN IT!" Peter managed an edge of hysteria in his voice. "You can't 
attack my sister-make her do something dirty-" 

Penny huddled on the floor, sobbing, between Peter and Lars. She was proud 
of her heartbreaking, realistic crying. 

"She said she loved to suck! She-" 

"I didn't! He-he tore off my h-halter and grabbed my b-breasts...." 

"She's lying! For God's sake, Peter!" 

"I know my sister! You pack up and leave! Right now! RIGHT NOW! Or I'll tell 
Mother! I'll go to the police! Penny's only fifteen. You'll go to prison for 
twenty years! You forced her to perform an unnatural act! That's 
perversion!" 

On the floor, Penny shook with repressed laughter. 

"Peter, let's talk about this-" 

"NO!" Peter helped Penny up. He put his arm around her. He led her out of 
the bedroom. He yelled back over his shoulder, "You pack up and get out in a 
half hour or I'll call the cops! I mean it! I MEAN IT!" 

In the hall, Penny started to break up into helpless giggling laughter. 

Peter whispered tightly, "Play it straight!" 

Penny nodded and sobered. They went into her room. She put on a skirt and 
blouse. They waited, talking in low tones. 

Twenty minutes after the confrontation they heard Lars emerge from the 
master bedroom. He yelled, "OKAY, I'M LEAVING! YOU CAN TELL MAE ANY DAMN 
THING YOU WANT!" 

They heard him bump suitcases into the kitchen and out the back door. Penny 
and Peter ran to his room which had a window facing the garage. They peeked 
and watched Lars load the bags into the trunk of his car and drive away. 

Penny whispered, "We did it! We did it! We did it!" She hugged Peter. Her 
eyes were dancing. They kissed wildly. They fell off balance onto his bed. 
The kisses turned hot and passionate. Penny snuggled against Peter. She 
said, "I want to go again-fuck me?" 

"Let's trade-sixty-nine." 

"Groovy!" Penny stripped off her clothes. Peter got out of his tennis 
outfit. Naked, they kissed again and again. His hands reveled over her 
youthful, firm flesh. Her hands caressed his chest, his back, and trailed 
fingers around to find his huge cock ready for her lips. 

Penny moaned with delight and squirmed around to get her mouth on it. She 
straddled Peter's head and pressed her pussy down against his waiting mouth 
as she lifted his long, thick cock with her left hand and stuffed the big 
glans into her eager mouth. 

They were both terrifically excited, filled with triumph and lust. Within a 
minute Penny's clinging lips and hot, writhing tongue had Peter's cock on 
the brink of spurting. Peter had his mouth glued to her puffed slit. His 
tongue whipped across her clitoris so skillfully she was whimpering in the 
golden spasms of orgasm. He snorted for air as his own climax erupted and 
his cock jumped, spurting, in her loving, sucking mouth. 

When Mae returned in her own car an hour later, and saw Lars' car gone, she 
sensed something wrong. When she saw the twins and saw the glee in their 
eyes a weird, sickening joy seized the pit of her stomach. 

Penny said, "Your boyfriend left. He packed up and he won't be back." 

"Why?" 

Penny and Peter exchanged glances. Peter said, "We wanted him out, and we 
persuaded him to go, that's all." 

Penny said, eyes gleaming, "We wanted you all to ourselves, Mom. Now we 
won't have to share you." 

Peter smiled and approached his mother. "Now we can do anything we want, any 
time we want." He put a hand on her bust. His fingers squeeze one of her 
breasts. "Can't we? Won't that be fun, Mom?" 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Mae got in from work at five-thirty. She had hurried to do the shopping. As 
she entered through the kitchen door she put the grocery bag on the counter. 
She took off her shortie coat and headed for her bedroom, which had been 
Penny's room. 

As she entered the living room she heard Peter call: "Mom? Bring us a couple 
Cokes!" 

"Yes, dear." She returned to the kitchen and took two Cokes from the 
refrigerator. She opened them and carried them to the master bedroom. The 
door was open. She entered. 

The twins were on the bed, naked, and Penny was straddling Peter, rising and 
falling on his cock, filling herself, groaning, with her head thrown back, 
mouth agape, long hair rippling with her movements. Mae smiled faintly and 
brought the Cokes to the bedside table. 

Peter nodded. He kept his eyes on the massive length of his cock that was 
regularly disappearing into Penny's cunt as she feverishly rose up and, 
groaning as she lowered, took till her pubes mashed against his. He reached 
for one of the bottles. "Hey, hungry cunt. Wanta drink?" 

Mae couldn't help watching. She envied Penny now. She envied the sensations 
she knew Penny was experiencing. 

Penny gasped, "No ... too far gone...." She leaned forward and braced her 
hands on his chest. Her hair swept forward to frame her face like a swaying 
chestnut-colored veil. She began fucking faster, sweeping up and down on the 
thick, living pole as if she were intent on impaling herself to the death. 
She began to give out squealing grunts with each heavy downthrust. Through 
the mist of her hair her face contorted into a grimace of tortured agony. 
Her belly sucked in and out. Her breasts wobbled in sweaty arcs. 

As Penny collapsed upon him, Peter took a long swig of Coke. Mae turned to 
go to her room for a moment before preparing supper. 

"Don't leave, Mom." Peter gestured her close. He ran a hand up her leg-up 
under her dress to her crotch. 

Mae stood still, not complaining. Subservient. It had been a month, now 
since her children had taken complete command of her. She was still bothered 
by guilt and sometimes-when she was in bed with both of them at once-she 
felt terribly used and humiliated. But she endured those periods. Now she 
trembled slightly as her son's fingers edged under the elastic crotchband of 
her panties and invaded her pussy. She itched and burned almost instantly. 
His fingers found her wetness flowing. 

Peter probed for her protruding clitoris and found it erect and pulsing. He 
rubbed it idly. "Get naked, Mom. I want you to finish me. Suck me." 

Mae obediently, quickly, undressed. 

Penny sat up, smiling, and rose up off Peter's giant cock. She came up and 
up ... giving up inch after wet inch, until the big, mauve glans emerged 
from her dripping, satiated cunt. His monster cock flopped stiffly to his 
flat belly. Penny moved aside. She said, "Do a good job, Mom." 

Peter smiled lazily. He arched his back and sighed. "She always does. She 
knows how. She's a very good slave." Mae flushed. Slave-Slave-SLAVE ... The 
word echoed in her mind. She climbed, naked, onto the bed. Her eyes focused 
on Peter's giant cock. Her mouth began to salivate. She loved to suck him. 
She did it better than Penny. She knew it. He knew it. She often finished 
him like this. 

Mae knelt between his open thighs. He liked her to take this position. She 
put her hands on him. She gently lifted the huge, throbbing organ. It was 
wet from Penny's cunt. It would taste of cunt for a few seconds, and smell 
of it, but Mae didn't care. She knew Penny would want to be eaten later, or 
sooner ... Mae ate Penny very often. Sometimes five times a day, on the 
weekends. Mae loved to lick into her daughter's sweet young pussy. Penny 
couldn't get enough. 

She didn't think of the twins any longer as her children. They were her 
master and mistress. Her lord and lady. She was secure obeying them. 

Mae humbly lowered her mouth to Peter's cock. She sucked. She took four long 
inches of it into her mouth, slowly, sensually, snaking her tongue in lazy 
weavings on the underside, around the silky glans, along the rim. She 
gradually worked herself into a passion. She loved the feel of his cock in 
her her working, clinging, suctioning mouth. She ran her fingers up and down 
the long, long shaft, around the turgid column of hot thickness, not 
gripping, not yet, not moving the skin, only in tender, tantalizing caresses 
that interacted with her mouth action. 

Yes, Mae knew she was an artist at cocksucking now. She had served Peter 
every night, at least once. She had experimented with every trick she could 
think of, to please him. She had learned every possible nuance of oral 
lovemaking. Now she played delicately with his balls. She rotated her head 
as she sucked and tongued. 

Peter nodded as he moaned softly. He said huskily, "Full speed, Mom!" He 
reached for Penny. He kissed Penny as Mae went into high gear. 

Mae doubled and then tripled the speed of her tongue strokings and head 
swoops. She drove the big glans to the back of her throat where her palate 
convulsed wetly around the sensitive crown. She firmed her two-handed grasp 
of his cock and swept the skin up and down. She brought her head up till the 
glans only was enclosed in her hot mouth, and her tongue was free to writhe 
exquisitely, to dart and stab and graze and rub on the "drawstring" of his 
glans where orgasms are born, live gloriously for a short moment, and 
die-too soon. 

Peter's cock grew vibrantly hard! It was at least half an inch larger now. 
His lean chest heaved as he fought for air while tongue kissing Penny. He 
moaned into her mouth. His arms tightened around her naked back. He pulled 
her still closer, squashing her full breasts against him. 

Mae was in a half swoon of lust-to-please. She squirmed in her crouching 
position between his wide-open thighs. She sucked deliriously. Her hands 
flew. 

His cock erupted! Spurts of thick, syrupy fluid splashed into her mouth, 
along her whipping tongue, into her spasming, swallowing throat. Mae whined 
with the intensity of her joy as she brought her son to his climax. 

Peter's hips jolted upward as the supremely intense pleasure arced and 
sizzled through him. Penny and Mae both strove to make his orgasm more and 
more satisfying. 

Finally, exhausted, drained, Peter relaxed. He grinned. "Shit. What a crew!" 

Peter kissed Penny again, gratefully. "You want her now? Ready for some of 
Mom's tongue? I'll help, too." He cupped one of Penny's breasts. 

Penny shook her head. "Fucking you took it all out of me for a while. Let's 
let her make supper for us before we have more fun in bed. I want to watch 
some TV, too." 

"Okay." Peter signaled to Mae. 

Mae sighed and left the bed. She picked up her clothes and left the room. 
She knew that later in the evening she would be used sexually again by one 
or both of her masters. They didn't care about her sexual needs. Once in a 
while they gave her an orgasm. Rarely they combined to fuck and suck her to 
an oblivion of pleasure, till she could not endure another climax. But they 
did it for their own domination amusement, as they would play with a toy. 

But Mae liked her role. It suited her. As a slave and as a toy-she had no 
worries or responsibilities. Oh, she worked to provide money to run the 
house, but Peter and Penny had ordered her to do it. 

Isn't a mother supposed to do things for her children, to keep them happy? 
Of course. Of course. Of course! 


THE END
