Mom On The Make
by Robert Vickers


 FOREWORD 

 The overwhelming problems some people face in the course of their lives, 
can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under 
usual circumstances. 

 There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order 
to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a 
friend; the football player who, under immense pressure to perform extremely 
difficult plays, takes drug to improve his performance. 

 Joanne King is one of these people, for her problem-an alcoholic husband 
whose bitterness and anger finally send him on a rampage of violence and 
rape-leads her to accept comfort and sexual solace in a way most in our 
society would consider taboo. 

 MOM ON THE MAKE-the story of a woman faced with staggering problems, 
emotional, financial and physical-and the path she takes to solve them. A 
novel with a message to today's society. 

 -The Publisher 


 CHAPTER ONE 

 "Goddammit, you fuckin' slut, what d'ya mean sayin' somethin' like that to 
your husband?" Lee slurred. 

Joanne King could barely tolerate the hundred horsepower breath gusting into 
her face. Her husband had really gone on a binge this time. He was drunker 
than she could ever remember seeing him. She didn't much like it-and had 
told him so. 

"Please, Lee, don't cause a scene. . 

"Scene?! You stinking cunt! I'll do any damn thing I damn well please and 
you're not gonna say a fuckin' word about it!" Before Joanne could open her 
lips to speak, Lee backhanded her as hard as he could. The slim, petite 
woman was almost lifted from her feet and thrown against the wall. Weakly, 
she felt her crushed lips, the trickle of the red, red blood dribbling down 
her chin. 

"Why did you do that, Lee? Why?" she asked. "Teach you not to give me no 
more lip,' that's why!" Joanne's knees had turned to rubber. She felt her 
guts chum and go weak and watery. This was it. She had had it with Lee and 
his weekly drunks when she had married him almost twenty years ago, he had 
been a nice, easygoing sort of guy. But the pressures of getting a job, then 
hanging onto it, had preyed on him. He wasn't the smartest or most talented 
man in the world, but Joanne had loved him. 

The pressures had simply been too much, and he had turned to booze for his 
comfort. 

Joanne had tried to do what she could do to cure him of his dependence on 
liquor, but it seemed that the more she meddled, the worse Lee got. Finally, 
Joanne had resigned herself to the fact that Lee probably was better off 
going on his binges. 

The past month had been pure hell for her, though. Lee had gotten totally 
blasted out of his head every night and had grown more and more callous 
toward her. Joanne couldn't understand it. All that mattered was the change. 

Lee was treating her like a slave instead of his wife and mother of their 
two children. Joanne knew that Lee had already driven their son, Eddie, away 
for good. The constant fights, the loud shouting matches that solved 
nothing, had been too, much for Eddie. He was in the, process of moving out 
of the King house and finding a place of his own. But that would have 
happened anyway, Joanne told herself. Eddie was a big boy. Eighteen in less 
than ~a month and time for him to be out on his own. 

"Yer makin' me sick, showing off your drooping boobs like that. Ya ain't got 
any shame left, do you? Yer nothin' but a cheap whore now screwin' every 
stud in this goddamn neighborhood!" Joanne looked at her husband in 
surprise. She was as faithful as a wife could be. Sure, she had looked 
around at some of the men in the neighborhood, but she was a good wife. 
Faithful to her marriage vows. 

"What the hell are you talking about, Lee? I don't understand what you 
mean." "Don't lie to me, you fuckin' bitch!" Lee snarled. "I know you been 
going around the place selling your body to any man who can get five bucks 
together." His blurry eyes drank in the vision of his wife's beauty. It was 
incredible that a thirty-five-year-old woman could be so youthful in body 
and face. 

Her figure was something most models would have sneered at-Joanne King was 
too full-bodied. She wasn't the scrawny, emaciated-looking model. That 
37-24-36 would never have made the covers of any of the high-fashion 
magazines. 

It did turn the heads of most of the men she passed on the street. They 
appreciated the trim lines, the taut, firm fits that jutted proudly in front 
of her body, swaying the barest amount as she walked. Her trim waist flared 
out seductively to woman1y~ hips and a round, tight ass that wiggled and 
swung as she strolled along. 

Joanne didn't consciously wiggle her ass for any passing male to ogle. It 
was just a part of her that she couldn't control. Could she really control 
the symmetric beauty of her face, the finely boned structure or the lustrous 
blonde hair? That was as much out of Joanne's power to alter as the rolling, 
seductive motion of her butt, that could give the coldest of men a raging 
hard-on. 

The woman stared down at her creamy white body. She was dressed in a 
nightgown, filmy and bluely transparent. It did nothing to hide the ruddy 
nipples cresting her boobs or the darker triangle of the muff nestled 
between her thighs. 

Joanne was a sexy woman. She wasn't responsible for what nature had done to 
her-and this was the . first time Lee had ever seemed to complain about it. 
His name-calling and derogatory statements further confused her. Joanne 
tried to pull the flimsy nightgown closer around her voluptuous, 
youthful-appearing 'body in an unconscious move. 

"Damn you!" Lee cried, crossing the room to where his wife cowered by the 
kitchen wall. "You sell your body to any two-bit stud and now yer tryin' to 
keep me from fucking you! WHORE!" Lee brutally grabbed Joanne's antis and 
shook her. Joanne's brushed hair became disarrayed and fluttered around her 
face like a cobweb of platinum strands. When Lee heard Joanne's teeth click 
together from the Powerful shaking, he stopped. 

"You'll put out for the likes of Fontaine but ya won't fer me, huh?" Lee's 
eyes had become bright, glowing with an insane lust and hatred that 
frightened Joanne, "Fontaine? That dirty creep? I hate that man, and you 
damn well know it!'~ Joanne protested. 

"LIAR!" Lee backhanded his wife one more time. Before she could wipe away 
the fresh rivulet of blood, Ice seized her hands. His powerful fist clamped 
tightly around both of his wife's slender, almost fragile wrists. Joanne was 
incapable of freeing herself from his grip. 

"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Lee declared, a 
knife-edge of evil intent cutting through the fear rampaging in Joanne's 
brain. 

She gasped as Lee lifted her and dumped her over the back of one of the 
kitchen chain. It was a straight-backed wooden chair. The splintery 
crosspiece mercilessly gouged into Joanne's tender, smooth-skinned belly. 
The woman tried to straighten up and escape the degrading posture of having 
her ass protruding into the air, but Lee's mighty muscles began to force her 
more and more into the back of the chair. 

Joanne's breath gusted from her lungs. 

Momentarily out of breath, she was totally at the mercy of her berserk, 
enraged and lustful husband. He had never done something like this before; 
the terrified woman didn't know what to expect from him. Lee might be 
content with only beating her. 

But Joanne King felt deep down in her gut that Lee wouldn't be content with 
just a felt bruises. He had something else in mind. And it wouldn't be 
pleasant for the woman. Not at all. 

Joanne weakly struggled to regain the wind that had been knocked out of her. 
She found that Lee had tied her legs to the wooden legs of the chair with 
twine he had found in the nearby drawer. The coarse brown string was rough 
and cruelly cut into her tender anides. The agony of the bindings flooded up 
her legs. - - .1 

Her slender calves seemed to fill with red-hot pain. Creeping upward with 
the inevitable power of the ocean's tide, the pain seated into her thighs, 
those marvelous, white and tender thighs that had so delighted Lee-and 
her-previously. 

Lee wasn't finished with his job of tying her up, however. He was only 
beginning. 

"So, slut, you're beginning to see what I can really do to you, huh? Just 
wait!" With those ominous words, Lee savagely pulled the loops of twine 
tight around Joanne's wrists. With her hands bound behind her back, she lost 
the advantage of leverage. Joanne was doubled over the back of the chair 
now, her legs tightly tied down, her hands bound behind her back. 

When she tried to twist and fall over onto the floor, Lee landed a stunning 
blow to the side of her head. "Don't get me mad, whore, or you'll really 
regret it!" Lee grabbed a handful of his wife's long, blonde hair and yanked 
her head back to stare into her grey eyes. He gawked wildly when he saw the 
pure, undiluted fear that flooded out. 

Joanne swallowed and croaked out, "Stop this, Lee. PLEASE! You're my 
husband! I love you!" The rest of her words were lost in a choking that 
seized her. She wasn't able to speak with her head bent at this 
unnatural-angle. 

Lee laughed harshly. "Love me? A slut like you don't know the meaning of the 
word;" He went to the liquor cabinet; opened 'it and pulled out a fifth of 
gin, then twisted the cap off and took a deep pull from the bottle. He wiped 
his lips with his forearm and smacked his lips -in appreciation. 

I) 

Joanne's body quivered with horror. She was in the most vulnerable position 
a woman could be forced into. Her legs were tied so that they were spread 
wide apart. Her hands were securely, lightly, brutally bound behind her 
back. The savage pain that lanced into her arms and shoulders constantly 
reminded her of the nightmarish quality of this entire scene. And bent 
double over the chair so that her pert, rounded white ass was thrust up in 
the air just invited all sorts of evil things. 

And Joanne was sure that the drunken, booze-sotted brain of her husband 
would think up all sorts of cruel, perverted things to do to her while she 
was helpless. 

The woman tried to raise her head again. Lee grabbed the long strands of 
honey gold again and jerked. Joanne squealed in pain. 

"Don't like that, huh? See how ya like this!" Lee took his handful of hair 
and began fastening it to the front nags of the kitchen chair. 

His wife's head was locked into position by her very own hair! Lee had used 
the tightest, hardest knots he could to tie Joanne's luxurious locks to the 
chair. Her head was immobile. 

She had been able to move slightly before. Now, she couldn't move her head 
at all. The woman was absolutely at the drunken man's mercy. - And Lee King 
didn't have any mercy tonight. Not for Joanne. 

"That gown yer wearin' is disgusting. I'm going to rip it off your ugly 
body!" Lee grabbed a handful of the nylon fabric and yanked. He pulled so 
hard that the chair with Joanne attached was lifted from the linoleum floor. 
The floor. The torn fabric however only tore slightly. It hadn't ripped off 
the quivering woman'stender body like Lee had anticipated. 

"Goddamn!" Lee snarled. 

Joanne began to moan piteously, a low animal sound creeping from her bruised 
lips. The thin stream of blood that had been flowing down her chin had 
dried. But the puffiness in her lips began to prevent more than simple 
groans from being articulated. 

'Tucking nylon skit! I'll get that friggin' stuff off' Joanne felt the wet 
gush of gin over her ass and smooth back. The liquor flowed into her hair 
and began to seep into her eyes, no matter how tightly she clamped her 
eyelids shut. She didn't know what Lee was up to, but she knew it wasn't 
going to be very nice. 

When she heard the scratch and tiny whoosh! of a kitchen match being lit, 
she knew what her husband planned on doing. Joanne tried to scream, butte 
roar of the igniting alcohol came first. 

Lee had set fire to the potent liquor. The alcohol burned with a bright 
flame until the nylon of her nightgown started to melt, then catch fire and 
burn on its own. The inexorable tide of flame followed her spine as it 
devoured the peignoir with an avid, hungry tongue licking, at her sensitive 
body. 

The heat scorched her flesh. The fire began to char her soft ass, turning it 
a bright, fiery red before all the alcohol and material had been consumed. 

But the track of gin that had seeped into her hair was beginning to burn 
with ferocity. 

Her eyebrows singed and intolerable pain lanced into her head where the 
booze burned under her eyes. 

Joanne coughed, then groaned in agony. She made the silent vow that she'd 
get even with Lee if it was the last thing she ever did. And, she thought 
suddenly, it might be the last thing she'd even think of! The drunk bastard 
was going to kill her! The woman screamed, loud, long and in anguish. 

Lee laughed even more harshly than before. "So, my little cunt doesn't like 
getting burned, eh? The flamin' nylon's about all gone from your ugly body. 
I think I'm going to fuck you now like you never been fucked before!" Joanne 
shuddered. She had been humiliated. Now what did this drunken madman have in 
mind? She wouldn't have minded his cock inside her. The woman loved the feel 
of Lee's long, huge tool surging up into her cunt. 

But she knew that he wouldn't use his prick on her. That was too easy, and 
this entire drunken scene had been nothing but pure hell for her solar. Lee 
was sure to come up with something obscene and painful-and degrading Joanne 
King was right. 

Lee had opened the refrigerator door and had been rummaging around-and it 
wasn't for something to fix into a midnight snack. Joanne heard the 
footsteps approaching her from behind. Tied as she was, she couldn't see 
what Lee was going to do. 

Joanne screamed in pain as Lee slammed, a thick, knobby, bumpy cucumber into 
her diy tnt. For a brief instant the woman thought she would pass out front, 
the pain. It had become unbearable. 

She gritted her teeth. She'd take whatever he had to offer, then spit in his 
face. 

She wouldn't show him any fear or that she was in pain. He would only enjoy 
it all the more if she did. 

But that thin resolve faded quickly when Lee crammed the cucumber flail 
length into her cunt. The delicate membranes of her match walls surged and 
tried to stretch to take this obscene invader. The tissues of her pussy tore 
as Lee began ramming the long cylinder of vegetable in and out of his wife's 
cunt. 

Joanne twitched feebly and began to cry, salty tears leaving tracks down her 
blackened cheeks. 

"What'sa matter, baby? Too big for you? After all those men been puffin' it 
to you? Lemme help you out!" Joanne heard the click of metal against glass, 
then a slurping noise. When she felt the butter knife covered with 
mayonnaise enter her quiff, the woman involuntarily shuddered in reaction. 
The blade was cold, dull, but it penetrated far into her twat. And the 
slick, viscous slime of the mayonnaise covered the inner reaches of her 
snatch m a matter of seconds. In spite of everything she could do, she felt 
her own cunt juice beginning to sluggishly flow. She was not sexually 
aroused by this hideous scene of degradation and humiliation, but the 
manipulating of her genitals betrayed her. Joanne's body began to respond. 

When Lee was finished, her cunt mound and gash were totally covered with the 
sloppy mess. Lee proclaimed, after taking another long drink from the bottle 
of gin, "That'll fix you up real good for ya'!" He. raiuzncd 
the~massivesucumber forward into his wife's cunt again. 

The lubricating qualities of the mayonnaise helped a bit, but not too much. 
Joanne still felt that her twat was being wrenched out of shape. Torn and 
ripped apart. 

When Lee began beating her with a spatula, shafts of pain leaped through the 
bound woman's body. The flat of the metal utensil left a bizarre pattern on 
her skin. Every time Lee struck her with the spatula, lightning bolts seared 
deep into Joanne's chest and back- First burned, now beaten. 

What else could the insane man come up with? Joanne found out. 

Lee began hammering the cucumber deep into his wife's quiff using the handle 
of a meat tenderizer as a battering ram. Joanne sagged limply against the 
chair, her forehead pressed into the hard seat of the wooden kitchen chair. 
The cucumber was slightly curved and Lee was intent on shoving the entire 
length into her cunt. 

The agony of each inch as it penetrated her tormented pussy made Joanne wish 
she were dead. The pain and anguish flooded her senses like water flowing 
into a bathtub. She was soon filled to overflowing with searing, burning, 
hideously frightful pain. 

The bend in the cucumber due into her emit walls, pushed her internal organs 
around giving her pain as seven as childbirth. Joanne couldn't even take in 
a breath without a knife blade of terrible ferocity digging into her mind 
and body. 

She cried, "Stop! Please, oh, dear God, STOP!" As if he hadn't heard, Lee 
continued. Seeing the cucumber's rough, nagged exterior buried full length 
in Joanne'scrotch, Lee began lightly pounding her ass with the meat 
tenderizer. The spiked hammer drew minute points of blood every time it 
landed. 

Lee drunkenly hiccupped as he slurred out, "Gonna have a real tender ass for 
me to fuck, you betcha!" As suddenly as it had been shaved into her cunt, 
the cucumber seemed to vanish. Lee had yanked it out to leave an incredible 
void inside Joanne's Match. If the pain had been bad, the sudden empty 
feeling was even worse. 

Joanne . hated Lee with a passion she hadn't known she possessed. And yet 
she couldn't help begging him for his massive cock. That throbbing, 
quivering, wonderful length of prick that had given her pleasure so many 
times. 

"Fuck me, Lee! Ohhh, fuck meee!" "So the slut needs my prick in her? The 
cucumber wasn't good enough, eh? Okay. I'll flick you. Like you never been 
flicked by anybody ever before!" With a sudden surge of his hips, Lee's 
purple-headed click parted the tormented lips of Joanne's cunt and entered 
the greased slot into her belly. She felt the broad knob of Lee's cock smash 
info her gut. Again, she was filled with pain, but this time it was a good 
pain, a familiar pain. 

Lee had buried his prick its full seven inches up into her steaming, hungry, 
tortured cunt. 

Through a mist of pain and burning came pleasure. It built up slowly. It 
wasn't the sharp, insistent dagger of pain that had been crammed into her 
innards. This was a quiet, soft feeling. A feeling of being filled. Filled 
with vibrant, alive, all-male cock! 

Joanne groaned as the warmth began to spread throughout her loins. As Lee 
round his crotch against her pin-pricked butt, pain began to mix with the 
pleasure. But the pain accented the pleasure, made it seem better. More 
intense than she had ever felt before, the feel of Lee's cock sliding up and 
down its slippery sheath of female cunt excited her. 

The woman's moans of pain turned to complete enjoyment. No matter that she 
was bound, her bands swelled from the lack of circulation. The brutal bonds 
that held her legs spread wide were ignored. All that was important now was 
the feel of the plum-topped shaft of her husband's mighty doing as it raced 
back and forth inside her frothing snatch. 

Joanne heard Lee's harsh grunts as he shoved his hips forward. She felt the 
jerking, pulsing prick buried in her flack-hole. In spite of all the beating 
and I" ~ation she had suffered at her husband's ha..,..,, t~r cunt began to 
moisten from lust. 

The sluggish flow of her cunt juice soon flushed out the slimy mayonnaise 
and cleansed her snatch of the blood from torn membranes. When these were 
cleared out of her twat, it was as if an animal of passion ruptured. 

Joanne's cunt seemed to explode with juice, drenching Lee's throbbing, 
thrusting tool. in mere seconds, the man felt his cock completely slippery 
with Joanne's pussy cream. The cylinder of his dong continued to slip in and 
out of the tight hale of his wife's cunt while the secretions from her twat 
trickled onto his balls. The tickly feeling began to drive Lee mad with 
lust. 

The booze still fogged his brain'now lust drove him ever onward to climax. 
It didn't matter to him if Joanne was satisfied. All he cared about was his 
own pleasure. The feelings inside his prong built up. His cock expanded and 
pressed firmly . against the tight, clutching walls of Joanne's gripping, 
ripply cunt. 

The~ man's balls felt like they were pressurized. lie was a pressure cooker 
with only one escape valve. The tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his 
bloated rod expanded slightly and the first drop of pre-cum beaded the knob. 
His mindless, lusty fuckings into his wife's cunt wiped that tiny signal of 
his coming orgasm away. 

Like a berserk battering tam, Lee thrust harder and deeper into Joanne's 
twat with each forward movement of his hips. He felt the tiny droplets of 
blood from his wife's ass against his hairy upper thighs. It didn't matter. 

He felt his wife's heaving, gasping breath, and he steadied himself with his 
hands on her back. It didn't matter. 

AU that mattered to Lee King was his own pleasure. He felt the fiery tide of 
his cum race the length of his dick and erupt with volcanic fun' inside 
Joanne's cunt. Lee kept pumping, driving, fucking forward as hard and fast 
as he could for the maximum pleasure he could derive. 

His cock felt like it was being burned away by the friction against her 
tight, hot, steamy cunt walls. The knob was fully exposed as the foreskin 
rippled back with each of his mighty pistonings. The only thing that he 
cared about was satiation. He was seeing his wild lust in the only way he 
could-he was virtually raping his wife. 

Then a splurge of Lee's cum splatter against her cunt walls. She shuddered 
in reaction. The bent-double position she was fled in was awkward, damned 
uncomfortable. And yet and yet, she found herself enjoying this torture. 

She would have done anything in the world to pt Lee's cock back into her 
cunt. She had felt so empty, so completely deserted when Lee had painfully 
yanked the torturing cucumber out of her twat. The woman needed something to 
fill the hole. 

Lee's cock filled her flack-hole well. The pain of her position seemed to 
give her a new perspective. She couldn't forgive him for what he had done to 
her, but she couldn't deny that he was giving her a full measure of pleasure 
now. Joanne sailed to new heights of erotic 'fulfillment as Lee wantonly 
flicked her gaping, dribbly cunt. 

He was reaming her out with nothing but his own pleasure in mind. But he was 
giving his wife some small measure of satisfaction, too. Joanne felt the 
electric tingles every time Lee's mighty cock shoved deep into her snatch. 
The squishing noise as he fucked her had an oddly stimulating effect on her. 
That and the harsh breathing of her husband seemed to ignite the fires of 
lust deep within her tortured cunt. 

Joanne was almost ready to climax when Lee pulled free, his tool deflated 
and useless after he had shot his wad. 

Joanne cried out, "Damn you! Get me off! Fuck meee!" Her demands fell on 
deaf ears. Lee King gazed at the doubled-over figure of his wife with 
nothing but contempt. He had heard all those stories about her fucking 
around with Fontaine. Fontaine, the sloppy, dirty, clap-carrying rag-picker. 
And the mailman. How could he forget the story John told him about Joanne 
and the mailman? Lee didn't want to think about all the other adulteries 
that John had so graphically detailed. Lee found a fresh bottle of gin and 
took another deep gulp. He felt the fiery liquid sear its way to his belly. 
It seemed to form a pool inside him, adding to his hatred. 

Contemptuously, the man said, "You get off too many times with too goddamn 
many men. I'm going to play with you a while longer." He took another drink 
as Joanne said, "What's going on, Lee? Tell me! Why are you doing this to 
me?" "Why? You're askin' why? John's told me about all the guys you been 
screwin' around with. And you askin' me why!" "John?" Suddenly things began 
to fall into place. Joanne had told John to go play with himself when he'd 
put the make on her at the office party last month. This was that evil 
bastard's way of getting even 'with her! "Lee, listen! John's been lying to 
you. I haven't been sleeping around. I even put him off and he must be 
pissed at me for it. I've been-" "Shut up!" Lee viciously kicked out, his 
foot colliding with the chair legs. With a load crash, Joanne and the chair 
she was bound to toppled over onto the linoleum. 

She lay there looking, up at her husband. It was obvious that he believed 
John and not her. Tired and helpless, Joanne could do nothing but accept 
whatever Lee wanted to do to her. CHAPTER TWO 

"You make me sick, frying to lie your way out of this!" Lee snapped. He 
smirked a bit when he saw that Joanne had begun to silently sob out her 
misery. She knew that he would never believe her. Not when he was this 
drunk-and getting drunker by the minute. 

Lee King might have been drunk but he wasn't deaf. He heard the crash from 
the living room and instantly ran to see what had caused it. 

Lee supported himself on the doorjamb and peered out into the dark living 
room. He saw an indistinct figure begin to slowly scuttle away. He moved 
quickly and headed the shadow figure off at the front door. With a quick 
motion of his wrist, Lee turned on the living-room lights. 

Revealed was a frightened and very beautiful girl. 

Lee looked at the younger edition of the woman he had been torturing in the 
kitchen. Ann King was eighteen and gorgeous. She was in the full bloom of 
youth, fresh and untouched by the ravages of age. Ann had her mother's 
lovely blonde hair that cascaded down around her shoulders and seemed to 
form a halo around her head. The figure was thinner than Joanne's, more 
youthful and less mature. Rut it was undeniably breathtaking. 

Lee seemed to look at his daughter for the first time. He hadn't realized 
how 6eautiful his daughter was. All the time he was drunkenly studying her 
trim curves, the gentle prodding of braless tits against the flimsy fabric 
of her blouse, the skin-tight bulge of her ass, the smooth flow of her 
calves and the trim thighs, his cock was slowly stiffening again. 

Ann saw the hard-on even before Lee noticed. And she tried to escape. In 
vain. 

She spun and tried to get to the safety of her bedroom. Lee caught her and 
lifted her lithe figure off the floor before she had gone two steps. 

"Let me go, you dirty animal! Let me go!" Ann shrieked. 

Lee abruptly tossed his daughter onto the sofa she had stumbled over to 
create the noise he had heard. He menacingly said, "Where the hell you 
been?" Ann sullenly glared at her naked father, her father with the 
monstrous hard-on.... 

"I... I just got back from a date." She didn't know what to say. Could she 
tell this drunken animal that she'd seen what he had done to her mother? How 
he had raped her and beaten her and beaten her? 

"You saw what happened in the kitchen, didn't ya?" The way Lee asked it, it 
was more of a statement than a question. 

He could only numbly shake her head. Her breathing was coming in quick, 
sharp gusts now. Her young heart pounded wildly, threatened to explode. The 
sound of the blood hammering in her ears deafened her. 

All she could think of was getting away from the towering menace of that 
cock quivering in front of her face. 

"You're as bad as that slut mother of yours. You been fuckin' anything that 
wears pants. Been doin' it for a helluva long time from what I hear." Ann's 
lips narrowed to a thin line. She answered, "What's it to you? I have my own 
life to live and it's none of your business what I do or don't do." "Cheap 
WHORE!" Lee screamed. "Cheap fuckin' whore! You learned too damn much from 
your mother, that's what I think. I think you been goin' around and screwin' 
every guy in that lousy high school you go to. That's what I think! And you 
say it's none of my business! I gotta put up with the shame of having a 
daughter who's nothing but a goddamn cunt!" Ann's grey eyes widened.. She 
had seen her father drunk many times. This was the first time she'd ever 
realized how far he could go when he had too much booze. 

"Look, Daddy, that isn't the way it is at all" "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" 
Lee roared. 

Ann cowered, tried to fade into the cushions of the sofa. She had seen how 
her mother had been tied to the chair. Her hands behind her back, her legs 
split to expose her cunt-and how her hair had been tied to the chair to hold 
her head down. She was appalled that her father, even as roaring drunk as he 
was, could ever do such a vile thing. 

Her voice came out chalked and small. "What are you going to do?" Lee's 
bleary eyes had been studying Ann. Her nipples poked suggestively against 
the thin material of her blouse. The bare expanse of her stomach heaved and 
quivered with her fright. The small depression of her perfectly formed navel 
seemed to beckon to the drunken finn. 

He could barely pull his eyes off his daughter's flaring boobs with the 
aroused nipples and that tempting belly. And when Lee succeeded, his gaze 
fell lower to the completely filled, stretched to the breaking-point blue 
jeans that Ann wore. 

Her ass bulged provocatively. And the sight of the girl's long, lithe legs 
made Lee's hard-on quiver with ill-suppressed lust. So what if he had just 
worked over her mother? Hadn't that lying whore deserved it? Didn't she 
deserve even more punishment? Lee quickly reached out and seized Ann's arm. 
"Come on. Let's go into the kitchen for a little family chat." "You're 
hurting my arm!" Ann protested. The icy look she received chilled her to the 
soul: She knew then that she could expect no mercy from the man who had been 
her father. In that single glance, he had completely cut himself off from 
any familial link that might have existed. To Ann, he may have been her 
natural father; but he was no longer the man she had looked up to. He was an 
alien' an evil and completely crazy. 

"In then!" Lee hurled her through the doorway into the brightly lit kitchen. 
For a moment, Ann was blinded. And when she could see again, she wished that 
she didn't have to look. 

Her mother was still bound to the chair. Joanne looked up at her, eyes 
filled with fear for her daughter. 

Joanne cried out, "damn you, Lee! Leave her out of this! Whatever you think 
I've done, you've got no quarrel with Ann. Let her go!" "Not on your sweet 
ass! She's just like you. She even looks like you. I'm gonna find out if 
she's been sleeping around like you. I bet she's not even a virgin . Ann 
pivoted and tried to elude the drunk. The effort failed. Lee managed to grip 
her arm, pull the girl to him and quickly rip off the blouse. Naked to the 
waist, Ann felt all the fight get out of her. It was as if Lee had pulled 
the plug on her reservoir of courage. There was a hollow feeling inside, a 
coldness. 

She resigned herself to whatever fate the stronger man was going to mete out 
to her. 

Lee placed both of his hands on Ann's slender waist and heaved. The teenager 
shrieked in fright as she flew through the air. With a plop she landed in 
the middle of the kitchen table. Her boobs swayed to and fro as she drew in 
air in huge gulps. 

Lee was guided onward by the sight of his daughter's naked tits. The niddy 
nipples were erect, aroused with fear rather than lust. But it didn't matter 
to him. He was too far gone in his stupor to care. All Lee King could think 
of was siting his own lewd desires and punishing the bitch that was his 
wife. Joanne would have to watch while he raped her daughter. 

Lee clumsily advanced to the table and put his fingers under the waistband 
of Ann's jeans. The girl screwed her eyes tightly shut and leaned back on 
the table, supporting herself on her ~arms. She wasn't going to cooperate, 
but she wasn't going to resist. 

Her father quickly stripped off the blue jeans and cast them aside. The 
bright-green panties followed a second later. Lee sucked in a deep breath 
when he saw his naked daughter spread out in front of him on the kitchen 
table. 

His eyes danced over her body, not missing a single wondrous feature. Lee's 
gaze fastened on the tiny triangle of pussy fur matted between the slender 
white pillars of Ann's succulent thighs. The bush pointed like an arrow to 
the puckered lips of her snatch. The tightly closed, pink-rimmed lips of the 
young girl's cunt. 

But Lee's hands began to roam elsewhere. His callused hands found the twin 
mountains of tit flesh. With a roughness that was unnecessary, he took two 
handfuls of boob and squeezed as hard as he could. 

Ann cried out, then bit her lower lip. She wasn't going to give the man she 
had disowned as her father the slightest satisfaction. 

It was Joanne who spoke up. Calling from her contorted position on the cold 
floor, the woman begged, "Please, for the love of God, Lee, don't do this! 
It's your own daughter! Have some mercy! Please, take it out on me! PLEASE!" 
"Don't want to see yer daughter screwed by her old man, huh? Well, damn your 
eyes, that's exactly what you're gonna have to watch. suffer like I been. I 
want you to know what it's like listening to everybody snicker and point 
behind your back. Everybody talking about how your wife's nothing but a 
fuckin' whore!" "it's all a lie, Lee! Honest! Don't do this to Ann. I'm 
begging you!" "GO ahead. Beg." Without even looking back at his wife, Lee 
returned his attentions to his teenaged daughter. e nipples on top of the 
His hands found marshmallowy man of her jugs. Lee pinched down with brutal 
force. His thumb and forefinger closed around the erect nipples until Ann 
moaned in pain. Lances of white-hot anguish flared into her young body. 

She tried to kick Lee but only succeeded in spreading her legs wide open for 
him. He pulled her to him, using her boobs as handholds. Ann groaned a she 
slid across the rough table. It felt as if the man would rip her tits off 
her chest With her legs on each side of his body, Ann had no farther defense 
except for her fingernails. She clawed out wildly, trying to gouge and rip 
at his face. 

Her father quickly buried his face into his daughter's pussy. With lewd 
sucking noises, he began eating his own girl's cunt out. Ann felt her 
father's wet tongue flash out and race around her twat. 

In spite of the agony he was inflicting with his hands on her tits, Ann 
found herself being driven wild with the feel of Lee's tongue around her 
snatch. He stared at one end of her gash and raced to the other end of the 
sensitive flaps of pink pussy. 

Ann's cunt began to flow the thin oils of lust. Then, as Lee's tongue 
burrowed farther and farther into her cunt, thicker juices began to flow out 
of her box. She writhed on the table, impaled by the force of her father's 
tongue. Ann couldn't even lift herself off the rough planking of the table 
because of the powerful hands that held her prisoner. 

If Ann was experiencing both pain and joy, Joanie was feeling nothing but 
sheer, undiluted misery. She wept openly for what was happening in front of 
her very eyes. She was being forced to watch her husband rape her daughter. 
Of all the things that she had considered Lee capable of during one of his 
drunks, never had she thought torture and daughter rape to be among them. 

Joanne watched in wretched fascination as Lee's head vanished between Ann's 
legs. She knew what he was doing. She could hear the sucking and the lewd, 
obscene slurping noises as the man licked and tongued the girl's pussy. She 
could see the viselike grip on the tender tits. 

Red streaks appeared on the milky-white flesh when Lee moved his hands over 
the heaving boobs. Joanne shivered in response to the punishment Lee was 
giving Ann as well as the pain she was experiencing. 

Her own predicament added to the physical pain. Joanne's mental torture 
watching her husband tongue-fuck Ann was fed by the bite of the coarse brown 
twine into her wrists and anklet. And her belly began to cramp from the 
doubled-over position she had been forced to assume. She had a continual 
headache from the beating 

29 at the hands of the chair. Joanne wasn't even able to turn her head away 
from the rape happening right in front of her. 

She could close her eyes. But she couldn't close her ears. She could still 
hear the soft moans Ann was emitting like some whipped puppy, and she 
couldn't mistake the sucking, sllurping noise as Lee ate out his own 
daughter's pussy. 

Ann's hips began td move with a life of their own. The rough handling of her 
tits didn't do much to turn her on. The situation in which she found herself 
wasn't very erotic, either. She was far more frightened than the first time 
with Vic-Vic had popped her cherry on their third date and it had hurt. 

But it was a good hurt. 

This was sheer torture. The pain in her chest. The struggle to breathe 
against the crushing weight on her boobs hurt badly. But what was even worse 
was the sensual feel of her father's tongue along her snatch. 

The man was good at cunt-lapping she had to admit that. She felt the rough, 
wet tongue stroke and caress, then stab far into her oily cunt. Each time 
his tongue jabbed into her hole, a surge of pleasure collided with the pain 
in her body. 

The conflicting sensations overwhelmed Ann. She became totally confused. She 
didn't know what to do. The teenager started td drift in her own little 
universe, cut off from all sensations but those entering her body through 
her tight little cunt and her mountainous boobs. The girl didn't even hear 
the quiet sobbing of her mother, forced to watch the degrading spectacle. 

Ann bit him, leaving 30 bloody tracks on her father's neck and shoulders. 
But the pain only spurred the intoxicated man on. 

With the suddenness of a summer storm, Lee moved his mouth from Ann's 
succulent box and positioned his vibrating dong at her open, puffy gash. A 
forceful hip motion embedded his prick balls deep in his daughter's tight 
cunt. 

Ann screamed out her agony at taking the seven inches of dong. As Lee began 
to rotate his hips while he kept his prick entirety in the young girl's 
stretched pussy, she began to groan. "OOHhh! It hurrrrts sooo! Please, 
Daddy, don't do this to meee! OH!" She gasped as Lee quickly retreated, then 
slammed forward as hard as he could. He felt the tip of his knob bounce off 
the softly padded end of Ann's cunt. The pain generated in her distended 
snatch blotted out any pleasure she might have been receiving. 

Lee seemed to instinctively know that he was giving her pain with his 
incredibly deep, powerful trusts. As he licked faster and faster, feeling 
Ann's cunt contracting sound his speeding prickshaft, he called out to 
Joanne, "How d'ya like this, huh? How you like me fucking your cock-hungry 
kid!" Joanne's tears had dried, leaving salty tracks down her cheeks. She 
stared without emotion at the rape being played out in front of her. She 
felt nothing inside. It was as if she had died. She could respond no more to 
Lee's torture. 

Physically, the pain still assaulted her body. But something inside her had 
died. She could feel absolutely nothing for this man doing such unspeakable 
thing to their daughter. 

"No hate. No love. Nothing. This was the ultimate human rejection." 

Lee didn't notice. He was too busy fucking the tight cunt of his own 
daughter. He began to shout in drunken glee as he felt her tight cunt 
collapse around his cock and squeeze don hard. Ann 's stomach muscles were 
hard and tight with youthful exercise. And she was no virgin. She had 
enjoyed many boys. 

She wasn't enjoying this. Ann had retreated into a world much like her 
mother already had. She didn't care if those seven inches of prick driving 
home in her omit belonged to her father or not. All - she wanted was for 
this disgusting scene to be over. The normal joy she received from a good 
fucking was missing. Ann knew that her father was getting off. She could 
feel his cock begin to expand, pulse with the first tremors of climax. She 
could feel all of this deep down in her pits-but it didn't give her any 
pleasure. 

Lee fucked in and out, pulled Ann closer to him so that her butt rested on 
the very edge of the table. With her legs hanging limply to either side of 
him, he had full access to the tiny fuck-hole. His mighty cock surged 
forward, lingered and luxuriated in the carnal heat of her boiling hot cunt, 
then pulled back. 

Again and again he flicked his daughter until his sperm cried for the long 
spring down the length of his prick. With a loud cry, Lee's cock erupted 
with string after gooey string of aim. 

He continued pistoning in and out of Ann's pussy as long a his dick was 
stiff enough to flick. In a few minutes; Lee's once rigid and proud cock 
dribbled out of Ann's snatch amid a flow of cunt juice and creamy white 
jizz. The stream trickled down his leg and soon crusted the hair of his 
inner thigh. 

The cum that ran down Ann's leg found only smooth flesh. Flesh that was 
totally unresponsive and uncaring. By fucking her, Lee had robbed his own 
daughter of her will. He had degraded her as much as a man could a woman. 

And still he wasn't satisfied. 

He wanted even more revenge. Not on Ann but on Joanne, his wife. 

"Well, slut, do you want me to quit foolin' around with your whore 
daughter?" The words penetrated to Joanne's brain. 

"What? What do you mean?" "I'll stop screwn' Ann if you'll lick my cock 
off." "PIG!" Joanne tried to spit at her husband but failed. Her bruised 
lips wouldn't move into the right positions for anything but drooling down 
her own chip. 

Lee laughed as he reached for the bottle. He took a deep drink, lowered the 
level of the gin about a half-inch before he said, "Lick the cum off and 
I'll forget about Ann." He dropped to his knees and dangled his cock in 
front of the bound woman. Joanne considered for a moment, then thrust out 
her tongue in an effort to lick off the creamy cum she had once found tasty. 

Only a bitter taste remained in her mouth when she had finished her tongue 
job on Lee's dick. 

Lee sniggered. "Good job. Bet you get a lot of bread for blow jobs, huh?" 

He laughed again and sat down in another of the kitchen chairs. Ann had 
passed out on the table, naked and lovely-and still vulnerable. Joanne said 
nothing as she watched Lee drink himself into a stupor. 

He had done all he could possibly do for the night Joanne began to cry 
softly once again, both for herself and for her innocent, raped daughter: 

CHAPTER THREE 

Edward Phillip Steven King came in late from the date he'd had with Tern. He 
idly rubbed his crotch in fond memory of the evening he'd spent with the hot 
chick. The image of her was still fresh in his mind: brunette with cute 
bangs, about five foot seven or so and everything but everything in the 
right place and proportion. She was a hell of a sexy chick and the best 
piece of ass he'd ever found. instant Eddie entered the darkened King The 
house, however, he knew something was wrong. There was a feeling about the 
stilled living room that made him uneasy. 

With infinite caution, he made his way to the kitchen. The scene that lay 
before him was something totally beyond his experience. He was eighteen and 
just out of high school and thought he knew everything. 

But ... ? His naked father was passed out at the kitchen table, an empty 
bottle of gin clutched in one hand. His sister was lying spread-eagle and 
completely naked in front of his father. Ann wasn't stirring. 

Eddie felt a momentary twitch in his prick as he thought of Ann and the 
times they had spent together. But seeing her naked like this was different, 
evil, perverse. 

When he saw his mother, his heart almost stopped. He couldn't believe that 
anyone would do such a thing to her. Joanne still lay on her side, hands 
cruelly bound with the thin twine cutting into her soft flesh. The youth 
rushed to his mother's side and instantly saw he would never be able to 
loosen her bonds without a knife. 

"Hang on a second, Mom!" Eddie told her as he rummaged in the drawer for a 
knife. He found a small paring knife and swiftly cut the string holding his 
mother. 

She gratefully collapsed on the floor, free at last from her bonds. 

"What happened? Who did this to you?" Eddie had to ask, but he could guess. 
His father was drunk on his ass again. And only his father could have 
thought up such a cruel and bizarre act as had obviously occurred. 

Eddie hadn't gotten along well with his father for several years. At first 
it had seemed like the usual adolescent rebellion, but as he grew older, 
both of them realized there was a basic animosity that would never go away. 
They would not be able to relate in any way but hating each other. 

Eddie considered that just fine. His father was a lazy spendthrift who drank 
too damn much. And tonight he'd obviously gone over the edge and lost 
control of his temper. 

The youth just couldn't comprehend the full extent of the drunken madness, 
however. The scene told him that his father had tortured and raped his 
mother, then done the same to Ann. 

Eddie didn't want to jump to conclusions. He waited for his mother to tell 
him first-hand what had been going on in. the King kitchen. 

Joanne gasped out, "Water, please, Eddie, get me some water." She gulped the 
liquid down in thirsty, greedy swallows before she could continue, "It was 
Lee. He ... he came home drunk as a lord again. And ... oh, Eddie!" Joanne 
broke down, clutched at Eddie's shoulder and began to sob. Eddie didn't know 
how to handle the situation. He patted his mother on the back and felt 
ineffectual. He was out of his league and knew it. He'd been thinking about 
leaving home because he couldn't stand his father any longer. This seemed to 
be the straw that broke the camel's back. 

He'd have to do something more drastic than merely leave now~ And Eddie 
didn't know what it would be. 

"Did... Dad . . . do this to you?" he asked Joanne in a tiny voice. 

The woman could only nod her head in assent. She was still too shaken by her 
experiences to speak. 

Eddie had to find out the extent of what beastly things his father had done. 
"Did he rape Ann, too?" The evidence was clear that Ann had been. sexually 
abused then discarded like an old Kleenex. 

Again, the only answer the teenager received was a frightened, tearful nod. 
He had a good idea of what bad happened now, and it was exactly as he had 
feared. His father had turned into a real juice-head and gone off his rocker 
for sure. Drunk, he'd come home, tied up Joanne and raped her. Then, when 
Ann came home from her date, had repeated the entire scene like an instant 
replay on TV. 

A coldness settled into Eddie's gut. He didn't know if he could kill his own 
father or not, but at this instant, he'd be happy to fly. Anyone who could 
mistreat two beautiful women didn't deserve to live. 

And yet-it was his father. He owed some allegiance to him. Blood was thicker 
than water, or so everyone was fond of saying. But if that were true, why 
had his father done all those terrible thins to Ann and his own wife? Eddie 
was mentally wrestling with the problem when Lee stirred from his drunken 
slumber. The man punted, scratched his crotch, then tossed aside the empty 
bottle. He belched mightily and managed to open one bleary eye. He spotted 
Eddie standing in the middle of the kitchen clutching the naked Joanne to 
his shoulder. 

"About time you dragged your ass home, kid. Where ya been?" Eddie's voice 
was low, controlled and frosty. "Did you do this to Mom and Sis?" The youth 
wanted to hear it from his father's lips. 

"Hell, yes. They asked for it. Been 'fuckin' around with every guy in the 
city. John told me all about it." 

Eddie's temper was beginning to flare. His hands trembled as he tiled to 
soothe his mother. He knew that he'd do something really rash, something he 
might regret if his father didn't come out with same sort of reason more 
than "John said so". 

"Course I did. Them two's always been liars. John's my good buddy. He 
wouldn't lie to me. And don't you go givin' me no back talk either, kid, I'm 
not putting up with any shit off you, either." "Don't threaten me, old man. 
You might be able to beat up and rape women and young girls but you're not 
up to taking me on." Eddie pushed his mother aside and stood, hands on hips, 
facing his father. 

"I been through Korea and handled tougher ones than you!" Lee snapped as he 
launched himself with surprising speed at his son. One clenched fist 
connected with Eddie's shoulder and spun him around. 

The bruise appeared almost instantly. But Eddie was in a towering rage. The 
minor pain was nothing to him. A blood rage rose and blanketed, out 
everything else. He would fix his old man once and for all. This would be 
the last time Lee King ever had the chance to beat up on either Ann or 
Joanne. 

Eddie would see to that. 

As drunk as Lee was, he still had the reflexes he had built up in Korea and 
numerous fights. He managed to swing again and hit Eddie a glancing blow on 
the cheek. The teenager's head snapped back and rattled his teeth. 

Eddie was no longer hot he was polar cold. He had lost any nervousness he'd 
once had. As if all of his nerve endings had died, Eddie felt like a 
machine. A killing machine. And the one purpose was to eliminate this 
miserable specimen of humanity. 

Eddie danced forward, launched a savage kick at his father's knee cap and 
missed. But his father had to dodge and was off balance. Eddie's right fist 
rocketed out and slammed with a meaty thud into his father's midsection. 
What had once been muscle had long since turned to fat. Eddie's fist 
disappeared up to the wrist. 

As his father doubled over, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Eddie 
marveled at being a detached observer. It was as if someone else brought 
their knee up into Lee's face to break the nose. A slow-motion geyser of 
blood spewed out in a small arc to splatter on the clean kitchen floor. 

But Lee wasn't finished. For all his potbelly and fat, there was still a 
toughness in him that couldn't be denied. He straightened up and swung again 
at Eddie's face. Eddie moved a fraction of an inch and let the blow drift 
by. 

With all the force he could summon, the teenager swung for the broken nose 
dribbling blood. Eddie was big, strong and at his peak. When he connected 
with Lee's already mangled face, there was a dull crunch! And Eddie's father 
was knocked from his feet. 

Lee lay for a moment on his back, then struggled to his feet. As he 
attempted to stand, however, his foot slipped in some of the blood that had 
spilled from his gushing nose. He fell heavily and-hit ~-his head on the 
corner of the kitchen table. 

A sudden snap! echoed throughout the tiny room. Lee crumpled to the floor 
and didn't stir. 

Eddie was breathing heavily as he went to his mother and put his hand around 
her. "I don't think he's going to hurt you any more. Not tonight. You and 
Ann are safe." "Is. . is he dead?" Joanne asked, her voice quavering in 
fright at everything that had occurred that night. 

"I doubt it. Hit his head. To break a solid block of granite like that would 
take more than just a kitchen table." Eddie began to have his doubts, 
though. 

He made sure his mother was sitting down and quiet, then tried to comfort 
Ann the best he could. She had been unconscious most of the fight but had 
seen the last round. 

She patted him reassuringly on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Don't 
worry; Eddie. Everything will be okay." Eddie was thinking that he should be 
telling the young girl that, but his more immediate concern was his father. 

A quick examination confirmed hi& suspicions. He said in a low voice, "He's 
barely breathing. I think we'd batter get him to the hospital. It looks 
pretty bad, too." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Eddie went to the telephone and quickly dialed the operator. A few terse 
words and he was told that an ambulance would be sent on its way 
immediately. Eddie replaced the phone in its cradle without any feeling of 
triumph. 

His father lay before him on the kitchen floor. Naked and unmoving, it was 
hard to imagine that the man had been responsible for the hideous torture of 
Joanne and Ann. 

Eddie told Ann, "The ambulance will be here in a few minutes. Why don't you 
take Mom into the bedroom. I don't think it would be too smart to have them 
see her-or you-like this." Ann simply nodded and led her hysterical mother 
to the back of the house. Eddie could take care of the questions now. Later, 
they could get their stories together. It wouldn't do for this family 
scandal to become public. Corinth wasn't the biggest city in the, world, 
and, like all small towns; a scandal spread like wildfire. 

In a few days, everyone in town would know that Lee King had been torturing 
his wife and daughter. That his son had almost killed him when he found out. 

Eddie wanted to avoid any possible publicity. His mother had been through 
enough already. Further publicity in this wouldn't be to anyone's advantage 
except the news-hungry vultures in town. 

Eddie composed himself just in time to answer the doorbell. The ambulance 
crew had come. 

"Come on in. My father's in the kitchen. Hit his head on the table.." Two 
bored-looking attendants hurried to the kitchen while the policeman 
accompanying them pulled out his notebook. 

"Mind telling me what happened? Got to file a report every time the 
ambulance is called out, you know." "Uh, sure, officer. Not a whole lot to 
tell. My father's been, uh, well, hitting the bottle pretty hard- lately. He 
must have gotten really smashed tonight. He stumbled and hit his head on the 
table. I guess that's about it." The policeman had been carefully making 
notes as he went. He looked up when Eddie stopped. "Who found your old man?" 
"I did. I'd just come in from a date. My mother and sister were. . . 
sleeping. Guess they didn't hear anything. Mother's pretty bad off 
Hysterical over this. I hope you won't have to talk with her. She's doped up 
with tranquilizers. 

"Naw, won't have to bother her. This kind of thing happens all the time. 
Tell you the truth, I was sort of waiting for it to happen to Lee. Been 
getting into fights down at Tyrone Reese's bar. Ty's been real nice about 
it. Just tosses Lee out, but Ty warned me about something bad in the wind." 
Eddie swallowed hard as the policeman snapped the notebook shut with a flick 
of his wrist. "Is.. . is there anything else, officer? I'd like to stay here 
with my mother and after she gets calmed down, take her on down to the 
hospital." The officer shrugged. "Fine with mc. I'm going to file an 
accident report, nothing else." The officer dispassionately watched as the 
two ambulance attendants hauled Lee King outside on the stretcher. 

"I won't even mention he slipped in a pool of his own blood." Eddie looked 
up, surprised. The policeman continued, "Heard how he's been badmouthin' 
your ma. Don't like that. Seems to rue he got what he deserved, you know?" 
As the cop turned to leave Eddie quietly asked, "How'd you know what 
happened? Really?" The officer smiled faintly. "Nobody hits his head and 
ends up with blood on the soles of his feet. Had to have slipped in it 
before he hit his noggin. Dig?" With that, the cop left. 

Eddie felt weak inside. It seemed that Corinth's finest was on his side, 
that there was some mercy with justice. The ambulance roared off into the 
night in the direction of the city's only hospital. The neighbors poked 
their heads out of curtained windows at the sight of the red flashing 
lights, but few came out to investigate. 

The teenager made his way down the hallway to his parents' bedroom. He 
hesitated before opening the door. He didn't want to face his mother. Not 
after what had been done to her tonight. 

Eddie straightened his shoulders and pushed into the room. On the bed, 
sleeping; was his mother. Standing beside her was Ann. 

His sister put a finger to her lips to make sure Eddie kept quiet. Ann 
whispered in his ear, "I've given her some of those sleeping pills Dr. 
Montgomery prescribed for her last month. She'll probably sleep for at least 
ten hours." Eddie put his arm around Ann's quaking shoulder. His sister had 
been through just as much as his mother. He marveled at how well Ann had 
endured the ordeal. It couldn't have been easy for her to see Joanne tied 
up, then raped herself. 

"How are yow doing kid? You feeling okay?" Eddie asked quietly. 

"Let's... let's go to my room. Don't want to 'wake Mom up." They went into 
Ann's bedroom and Eddie closed the door. Ann threw herself headlong onto the 
bed and began to cry. Eddie felt the emptiness ~and helplessness return. 
What should he do? The youth sat on the bed beside his gorgeous sister and 
placed his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "Don't cry, Ann. It's all 
aver now. Everything's behind you. I'll make sure it never - happens again. 
That son of a bitch will never s much as touch you again. I promise!" Ann 
rolled onto her side and clutched at Eddie's gentle hand. Her grey eyes were 
red from the salty tracks ran down her checks and her hair was wildly 
jumbled up. She looked like a pathetic sight-and to Eddie she was the mast 
beautiful girl in the world. 

"Ann, you're really something special." Without thinking of what he was 
doing, Eddie bent over and gently kissed his sister's lips. At first, Ann 
tensed. Then she relaxed and returned the kiss with a fervor and passion 
that startled both of them. 

But the dam had broken. Their mutual love and the horrid experiences of that 
night gave them a bond stronger than any consideration for right or wrong. 
For both of them, it was right to comfort each other. 

Ann's tongue probed forward and nudged aside Eddie's lips. In a flash, her 
dextrous, pink tongue rocketed into his mouth and began a slow exploration 
of his mouth. Eddie sighed and collapsed to the bed, lying full length 
beside his sister. 

He pulled her close to him. He felt her body tremble and shiver in reaction. 
Then he was last in the sweet-tasting paradise of Ann's mouth. His own 
tongue began to dance and swirl around and around his sister's. Soon, their 
tongues played hide and seek, dashing back and forth from Ann's mouth into 
Eddie's and back again. 

Not content to caress his sister with only his tongue, Eddie's strong hands 
began to stroke Ann's sleek, trim flank. She had thrown on a bathrobe. The 
next thing the youth did was to untie the belt and push the robe off. 

Ann was gloriously naked in the twinkling of an eye. 

Eddie didn't have to see the gleaming naked flesh to know what was there. He 
could feel, the smooth expanse of satiny skin under his roving hand. Ann's 
trim ass seemed to completely fill his hands. Her buttcheeks began to roil 
back and forth under his grip. That simple motion was enough to make Eddie 
feel the stiffness pawing in her crotch. 

He was getting turned on by his own sister! The insistent urgings in his 
cock pushed away all thought of sin or that he might be doing something 
wrong. Ann wasn't resisting him. She needed him. She needed the comfort he 
could offer after the scene, she ,had lived through that night, and if he 
screwed her and that was what she so desperately needed, who could say that 
was evil or perverted? Eddie moved his hands up to Ann's trim waist. All the 
time keeping the long, deep kiss, he began to move his body on the bed. To 
his surprise, he felt feather-light touches at his shirt front and waist. 
Ann was undressing him. 

While he stroked her stomach and moved upwards to take both of her fleshy 
tits in hand, his sister managed to remove all of his clothes. Both were 
naked by the time Eddie gripped Ann's conical tit~. and began to stroke 
upward to the ruddy areolas. 

Ann moaned and shoved her body against his when the teenager started 
pressing his thumbs down into the girl's nipples-hard. Eddie felt the 
mushroomlike pebbles harden with lust for him before he tried to push them 
completely down into the soft, marshmallowy flesh of the boob. Ann seemed to 
get off on this in a big way, She broke off their kiss and whispered in his 
ear, '"Give it to me long! Make love to me! I need you so badly!" Eddie knew 
the full extent of her passion when she began to tongue and lightly nibble 
at ibis ear. The wet, rough tongue plunged into his ear, exciting him more 
than he could ever remember. The motion of Ann's feathery touches along his 
body made his cock strain and threaten to explode in mad eruption at any 
instant, When Ann took his prick in hand and began to gently push and pull 
the skin along the shaft, Eddie almost came. He restrained the wild urge to 
blast out his cum all over his sister's slightly domed belly. It took all 
the will power he could summon to quiet his raging loins. In a few seconds, 
he could enjoy the warmth of Ann's fingers on his dick knowing he wasn't 
going to spew out his jizz. 

The warmth expanded from his eight-inch prong into his balls. The hairy sac 
dangling under his mighty dick began to collapse into a tight, hard sphere. 
Then the warmth spread into his guts. His belly flared and lightning shot up 
and down his spine. The carnal delight promised him made Eddie vow to give 
Ann as much pleasure as she was giving him. 

Eddie began to rotate the blobs of tit flesh he held imprisoned under his 
hands. The left jug he moved in a clockwise pattern, the right he moved 
counterclockwise. Ann groaned again and pushed her body firmly against his. 

She was getting off on his fondling in a big way. Ann felt jabs of 
unadulterated joy lance down into her chest every time Eddie made a complete 
circle with her jugs. The odd feeling that he might rip her boobs off 
coupled with the erotic stimulation he was. giving her nipples made the 
girl's twat begin to water. 

Her cunt started to flow out its passions. The hungry, yearning feeling 
inside her belly demanded long hard cock to satisfy it. She wanted Eddie to 
flack her as fast and powerfully as he could. And with the eight-inch dong 
she clutched so feverishly in her hand, Ann knew that Eddie could do a 
first-class job! She told him, "Fuck me, Eddie. I need you inside me. Now!" 
To make sure that he knew precisely what she wanted, Ann draped her left leg 
over the top of Eddie's right leg. In that position, her cunt was gaping and 
exposed to the purple-knobbed cock that quivered and shook with 
ill-suppressed lust for her between her legs. She could feel his dick strain 
and jerk. The big blue vein on top of his dong stood out in flail-scale 
relief as she traced curlicue patterns up and down the teenager's thick 
shaft. 

"Do. .. do you really want me to, Ann? After all you've been through 
tonight?" Eddie had the momentary thought that his sister's pussy might be 
too tender or even torn up from her rape. He didn't want to give her any 
more pain than she'd already had. 

"Don't worry about that. Just fuck me, damn you!" Ann needed a cock inside 
her cunt to drive out the fears that had been created by Lee King. She 
desperately needed to be fucked. 

Eddie was willing to oblige. 

He eased his hips forward, feeling his hairy legs slide over Ann's smooth, 
tender inner thighs. With his sister's hand guiding his cock, Eddie couldn't 
miss the pink, scalloped cuntlips. He felt the tip of his prick lightly 
touch the aroused, blood-filled flaps enough to part them. 

A flood of twat juice gushed out and coated his pecker. The oily secretion 
made hint hot to get his dick inside his sexy sister's pussy. No longer able 
to keep his hands on her boobs, Eddie stroked and caressed along Ann's 
smooth back, tracing out each and every bone in her spine. Tingles of 
delight spread through her body as he worked down to her tight, rounded 
asscheeks again. 

The teenager took both hunks of ass flesh in his hands and strongly pulled 
the ~fl to him. Both gasped in unison as Ann slid a bit on the bed and 
Eddie's long pecker vanished into her cunt. 

Eddie's cock was surrounded by the flaming sheath of pussy flesh. Ann's cunt 
was as tight and hot as any he'd ever felt. She managed to contract her 
stomach muscles and clamp down on his prick like a velvet-lined vise. The 
cunt juices squirted out around the mighty plug of cock he'd rammed into her 
pussy, and dribbled down onto his balls. 

The tingly feeling almost made Eddie come. Again, he controlled himself. 

He kept telling himself aver and over that Ann deserved the best screwing he 
could possibly give her. It was his duty. 

That it was so much fun for him was an added bonus! Ann felt as if her cunt 
was being ripped apart by her brother's huge dong. His prick raced along the 
path that had held their father's cock less than two hours before. But this 
was a different sensation entirely. Ann had asked Eddie for this fucking; 
she loved him with an intensity that never ceased to surprise her. 

The young girl was soon lost in the carnal wilderness of a complete and 
expert fuck. She felt the movement of Eddie's fingers on her ass, clutching 
and puffing her body to him. Each time his powerful arms moved, her snatch 
slipped down hard on his cock. She could feel that mighty prick throb and 
jerk with lust for her as it was buried far up into her aunt. 

Then Eddie would move hit hips away and a powerful vacuum would be formed in 
her twat. The emptiness was unbearable. Ann would moan and cry out for Eddie 
to stuff his prick hack into her hungry cunt. 

And he would. 

Inside her juicy cunt, the girl could feel the huge knob perched on top of 
Eddie's cock expand. She sighed with the pleasure of knowing she was so 
sexually appealing to him. 

Eddie would have laughed if he'd even considered that Ann might not think of 
herself as beautiful. Those melon-sized boobs, with the bright, cherried 
nipples that poked so hard and firm into his chest, were a real turn on and 
her trim, slender body! Everything was great! Feeling her silky thigh rub 
against his muscular one made Eddie's cock harder than he'd ever considered 
possible. He enjoyed watching chicks walk,' enjoyed seeing their trim, white 
legs flash back and forth. The, many times he had lusted after Ann were too 
numerous to count. She had ~the most seductive legs and thighs he'd ever 
seen. 

And he always was a sucker for blondes. 

To be flicking into her grasping, blast furnace of cunt was a dream come 
true. Eddie shoved forward into Ann's pussy. A shudder of carnal delight 
raced throughout his body. He shivered and quaked in response to the wet, 
slurpy clutching around his rigid cock. 

Eddie maneuvered his powerful fingers into the humid crease between Ann's 
asscheeks. His fingers discovered the sweat-moist flesh at the base of the 
canyon. The teenager slowly moved along the bottom of the deep cleft until 
he found Ann's puckered little asshole. 

Eddie wiggled his finger around the bung a few times until he felt the 
tense, tight muscle begin to relax. As Ann's little brownie loosened, Eddie 
jammed his finger up her ass. 

Ann's entire body was seized in a convulsive shudder. The sudden penetration 
of her bung by Eddie's finger activated nerves throughout her innards. The 
big, filled feeling inside her cunt when Eddie's pecker was shoved into her 
hole was stupendous. But this was something new and different for her. 

It was undeniably erotic. And it felt great! "Oh, Eddie, that's soooo 
gooood! But don't stop flicking me. My poor little pussy needs your big 
cock!" Ann wiggled her ass as seductively as she could to let her brother 
know that she appreciated the attentions he was giving her. 

As Ann twitched, Eddie thought his prick would be ripped from his groin. Ann 
clamped down with all the might of her stomach muscles and seemed to weld 
his cock in place as she moved around. The movement rekindled the flames of 
lust in his balls. The sperm tapped in his balls began to boil and chum. The 
creamy flood demanded instant release. 

Eddie fought back the tidal wave of his passion again. Soon, the burning 
sensation died down in his nuts and he could continue with the slow, 
methodical fucking he was giving to Ann. 

Eddie began to move his finger in and out of his sister's asshole. He could 
cram his finger in all the way up to his knuckle's he was pulling his prick 
out of her cunt. Then, as he fucked as hard as he could into her seething 
pussy, the youth would slowly,; agonizingly pull his finger from her tight 

The combined action was driving Ann into a frenzy of sexual arousal. 

Eddie changed his tactics. He began to shove both his finger and prick into 
his sister's body at the same time. And he made an amazing discovery. He 
could actually feel his dick through the delicate inner membranes separating 
Ann's cunt and asshole. 

Using his finger while he was buried balls deep up Ann's cunt, Eddie began 
to stroke his cock. He felt the rubbery tissue-that separated his finger and 
pecker; he also could fully stimulate the sensitive underside of his own 
rod. 

He began to groan and knew that his own climax was going to pounce on him 
unless he stopped. But it felt so damn good! He was surrounded by a hot, 
willing and completely wanton woman-his sister! He was flicking her more 
expertly than he had ever considered possible-keeping it up was easy with so 
gorgeous a bed partner. And Eddie was being flicked as expertly in return! 
Ann sensed that her brother was having problems holding back his orgasm. She 
sighed and abandoned herself to the feelings flooding through her slender 
body. She was racked with the ultimate pleasure she could imagine. 

Inside her snatch was a hard, throbbing and vibrant cock. It stroked back 
and forth along her cunt, creating the most intense friction she could 
possibly imagine. Eddie's prick was long very long, and he was giving her 
every single inch of it he could. He slammed forward with all the strength 
in his body. Ann's soft cuntlips were spread wide apart to take the surging 
cock, and finally rested on his hairy balls. Through the most delicate of 
all her membrane, Ann could feel the tumbling and boiling of Eddie's cum 
trapped in his nuts. 

His strong arms pressed firmly into her waist and made her feel secure and 
wanted. But his finger up her ass was driving her wild with sexual frenzy. 

Every time he wiggled his finger inside her bung, electrical surges volted 
through her body and exploded with wild fury in her brain. Her cunt seemed 
like it was on fire. Her belly crawled with millions of fire ants. Her 
entire body was surrounded, filled, fucked. 

Ann came with a loud, "AAAAIIEEE! CHRIIISTF ME MOOORE!! MOOOOORE! I" Eddie 
picked up the tempo of his flicking. He thrust hard and fast into Ann's 
convulsing flick-hole. He felt the walls of her cunt collapse round him, 
crushing his prick. The heated juices squirted out of her tiny cunt and 
seemed to sear at his pounding crotch. 

Eddie knew that he was last when his cock began to expand as added blood 
pumped into the knob. He felt his prick grow as the hot cock creamed the 
insides of Ann's cunt with his jizz for what seemed hours. 

Locked together, they rocked back and forth in mutual orgasm. 

The powerful grip that seized both of them soon relaxed. The brother and 
sister fell back on the bed, drenched in sweat and completely exhausted from 
their strenuous flick. 

Eddie spoke first. "You re a helluva good lay, Ann. 

I've always wondered what it would be like to nail you. Now I know." "The 
same goes for me, Eddie. You've always been more than just a big brother to 
me. You're everything I've wanted in a man. It's really weird that I had to 
be raped by. . . by him . . . before we could get it on together." Ann fell 
silent after she mentioned the rape by Lee King. Eddie knew that had been a 
shock for her. And this incestuous fuck had been something of a shock for 
him. 

His mind raced, trying to figure out how to accept all that happened. 
Screwing his own sister was supposed to be wrong. And yet, it didn't seem 
wrong. They'd, both enjoyed the flick immensely. Could anything that felt so 
goddamn good really be wrong? And hadn't Ann needed this lovemaking? Hadn't 
she wanted it to take her mind off the brutal rape of her and her mother 
earlier in the evening? Wasn't he just doing his brotherly duty to his 
younger sister? Eddie wasn't sure. He glanced over at Ann. She had drifted 
off to sleep but her hand remained firmly clutched around his deflating 
cock. In the dim light, she was like an angel. Her tits were highlighted and 
the nipples seemed to have a life of their own as the girl breathed. Her 
trim stomach rose and fell with each breath. And her lovely, slender legs 
were stretched out alongside his body. 

Eddie knew that what they'd just done wasn't wrong. Anything that great 
couldn't have been wrong. 

With that thought firmly embedded in his mind, Eddie went to sleep. CHAPTER 
FIVE 

Joanne awoke from her drug-dazed sleep. The world seemed a bit fuzzy to her. 
She had trouble remembering, all the things that had happened to her the 
previous night. 

Slowly, the memories came back. She shivered in recollection of the 
brutality Lee had shown her. Joanne almost started to cum when she was able 
to remember what that bastard ~had done to Arm, their very own daughter. 

It was terrible enough that Lee had decided to do what, he had to her. But 
to take his drunken rage out on his own flesh and blood was something that 
Joanne knew she could never forgive him for as long as she lived. 

That thought triggered another in her mind. Was Lee still alive? The vague 
picture of him lying in a pool of his own blood, the side of his head caved 
in, came to her in a flash. 

Lee and Eddie had fought. Lee had slipped and bashed his head in on the same 
kitchen table he had raped Ann on. The justice seemed fitting to die woman. 
But she couldn't smile at it. Joanne wondered how Lee was doing whatever 
else, he was still her husband. 

Joanne rose and slipped into her clothing. She prowled around the house for 
a few minutes, not bothering to open Ant's bedroom to check on her daughter. 
The girl was made of stern stuff; she could cope. It never occurred to 
Joanne that Eddie might be in the same bed as his sister. 

Joanne picked up her car keys and purse. It took only a few minutes to get 
the car started and aimed in the direction of Corinth General Hospital, the 
only place Lee could have been taken. The woman didn't remember what had 
really happened last night. She assumed a lot. All that the beaten and 
battered woman could b~ certain of was that Lee had been in a bad way, worse 
than he'd left her. 

Joanne King pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and Was immediately 
confronted by the overstarched, white-clad receptionist behind the main desk 
in the lobby. 

"What can I do for you?" The tone used was one of boredom and not a little 
contempt for the woman with the hastily put on dress and messy hair. 

"I...uh, my husband... Lee King. Yes, my husband was brought in last night 
and I was wondering how he was..." The receptionist flipped through a small 
card index, then put a disgusted look on her face. Her lips curled back in 
a half-sneer as she said, "He's in critical condition. We really need a full 
folio on him. Insurance company, financial statements, place of employment, 
everything. Go down the hail and turn left and ask for the head of 
administration." "But how is Lee?" Joanne had to know. 

"I couldn't say. No one will be able to until you've filled out all the 
proper forms. Down the hail and to the left." The woman managed to dismiss 
Joanne with a simple toss of her head. 

Joanne walked like a ~zombie to the administration office. She answered 
questions, filled out forms and signed releases until she had no conception 
at all of what she was doing. 

The bemused woman remembered hearing a secretary say, "Ward three and ask 
for Dr. Parley." Joanne somehow found Dr~ Parley, a youngish man about 
twenty-four and sandy-haired. He seemed to have a tired look about him. But 
that tiredness quickly vanished as he watched Joanne approach him. His eyes 
drank hi her every contour, the way she walked, the wiggle of her ass, the 
to and fro swaying of her braless fits. And even her unkempt hair couldn't 
hide the beauty of her face or the luster of her golden locks. 

Parley knew a good thing when he saw it. And Joanne was about the 
best-looking broad he'd come across since he'd started to work at Corinth 
General. 

"Dr. Farley?" Joanne finally picked out the nametag on the doctor's shirt 
pocket. 

"Sure am. What can I do for you?" Dr. Parley slipped the clipboard he was 
carrying under one arm and hooked his fingers through his belt, his fingers 
pointing downwards. 

"Lee King was admitted last night, and the people down in admitting told me 
to ask you...uh..." Joanne's voice trailed off. All of this was so confusing 
to her. 

Fancy sensed how shaken Joanne was and immediately said, "Why don't we just 
step into the lounge here and talk about it?" There was a gleam in his eye 
that Joanne missed completely. 

They seated themselves on the slick, cold orange vinyl chairs of the waiting 
room. Joanne waited for Dr. Parley to speak. 

Finally, he cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving the swell of Joanne's 
boobs. "Your husband, I assume it is your husband, yes, well, your husband 
is iii very serious condition. His temple was crushed by the blow and 
certain membrane in his brain had been ruptured. To make a long story 
short-and cutting out all the medical jargon-he's bleeding into his brain. 
Right now he's in a coma and unless a very delicate operation is performed 
within the next forty-eight hours, he'll die. And it won't be pleasant," Dr. 
Fancy added, with some gusto. 

"Is there anyone who can do the operation here in Corinth?" Parley smoothed 
his starched shirt and straightened slightly. "Of course, my dear, of 
course. I've done considerable reading on this and-" "Then you could do the 
operation?" Joanne wasn't suit if she w~ elated or dejected. She had begun 
to despise Lee, and letting him die would be an easy way out. But he was 
still her husband, for better or for worse, as the marriage vow went. 

"Well, let's say it's within my capabilities, but you realize that skilled 
surgeons don't come cheap. The operation will cost you close to $50,000. My 
fee alone would be almost half that." Farley waited to see what the reaction 
would be. He smiled slightly at the shocked look on Joanne's face. 

She turned white as a sheet as she said, "I don't have that kind of money . 
. . and we don't have any hospitalization, either." Farley almost rubbed his 
hands together in glee. He had another pigeon on the hook! "Well, my dear, I 
might be persuaded to do the operation for other considerations. You realize 
that I spend a lot of time here and what good's all that money really going 
to do me? Uncle Sugar's just take it in taxes. How about a little trade?" 
The way he said it left little doubt as to his meaning. 

Joanne 'King recoiled slightly from the young doctor. "Are you suggesting 
that we..." Her voice trailed off in disbelief. Then she began to consider 
what was at stake. There was no way she could afford Lee's operation. And 
he'd die if she didn't do something quick. 

And here was a horny and not too bad-looking doctor offering her the 
operation in return for putting out. 

"You'd cancel all of your fee?" she asked incredulously. It seemed too good 
to be true. And it was. 

"Hardly, my dear, hardly. I may be horny, but I've got to eat. I'll do the 
operation for two grand instead of twenty-five. You've got to admit that's a 
damn good deal.- As to the other doctors, you'll have to work it out with 
them." 

Joanne's voice was timid, meek. "All right. I'll do it. For Lee." She 
couldn't imagine why she'd be willing to sell her body, even to this 
good-looking young doctor for her husband, but she was going to just the 
same. Duty was her only excuse. 

"Excellent! Now, Joanne, if I can call you that, let's go to a more secluded 
spot." Parley was rubbing his hands together now in undisguised anticipation 
of fucking this lovely woman. 

He firmly took her arm and guided her down one of the white sterile 
hallways, peering into one worn after another until he found one that was 
empty. Parley held the door open and Joanne hesitantly went in. 

The room was empty except for a single hospital bed. 

Parley began unbuttoning his tunic as he said, "No one'll bother us. As long 
as you don't press the call buzzer!" He laughed at his own little joke as he 
stripped off his tunic and stepped out of his trousers. 

Joanne watched in mute fascination. Parley was a pretty well-hung stud. She 
had to admit that. And his prick was not-so-slowly elevating itself into an 
iron-hard, throbbing rod. 

"Don't just stand there, Joanne. Strip!" The snap of command cut into 
Joanne's brain like a. scalpel. She began to unbutton the front of her 
dress. 

She could hear Farley licking his lips with ill-suppressed lust when he saw 
her mountainous tits tumble out from their fabric prison. In spite of 
herself, the sight of Parley's steely prick with its purple plum of a knob 
gleaming wickedly at her made her hot, uncomfortable. She felt herself 
growing wet in the crotch. And her nipples began to expand with the added 
blood that pumped wildly from her heart. 

In seconds, her nipples were erect and pointing fingers of lust that did 
nothing but add to Fancy's already huge lust for her. 

The young doctor did nothing but wait until Joanne had completely shed her 
dress. Naked, she stood before him. 

"Turn around," he ordered. "I want to take a good look at you.~~ Joanne 
obeyed without question. If this guy was willing to give up over twenty 
grand just to fuck her, she'd give him any kind of a show he wanted. The 
thought still dulled her mind; who would blow that kind of bread for a 
simple balling? Farley sat on the edge of the hard bed and ogled the lovely 
woman. Joanne may have been approaching middle age, she didn't have any of 
the age lines or baggy skin flaps that so often marked entry into that era 
of life. Her skin was radiant, taut and creamy white except for the red mars 
on her body that Lee had inflicted the night before. Farley didn't seem to 
notice those. 

His eyes were too eagerly drinking in the beauty of Joanne's high, firm 
jugs. As she slowly turned, they swung to and fro in the mast provocative 
manner possible. The ruddy areolas with the fiery-red nipples thrusting up 
in their centers traced out invisible figure eights in the air in front of 
her body. 

Those snowy cones could have held Farley's attention all day long. He 
relished boobs like few men ever could. He loved the symmetry, the way those 
fits seemed to beg to be- sucked, gnawed on, manhandled. 

But he forced himself to lower his gaze. Fancy wanted to take in as much of 
his gorgeous broad as he could. He wanted to drink in the full beauty of her 
body, then fuck the hell out of her! Joanne's waist was trim, narrow. Not a 
single extra inch or ounce of flab to be seen. The deep depression of her 
belly button seemed to call out to the sex-crazed doctor, but when he saw 
the golden mat of her muff, all thoughts of her slightly domed stomach died. 

That tiny triangle of fleecy pussy hair seemed to point down to Joanne's 
snatch like a road sign. Parley's eyes followed to that forbidden area 
between the woman's creamy thighs. His mouth began to water like a gourmet 
seated before a succulent meal. 

But Parley's meal was far more succulent, tastier, more satisfying He knew 
then and there that he'd fuck Joanne until his cock fell off from overuse! 
"Okay, baby, enough of the burly show. Get your ass over here and on the 
bed." Joanne was still hesitant about selling her body like this. And yet, 
what whore had ever been offered so much for a balling? And for such a 
worthy reason? "Anything you say, Dr. Parley." Joanne didn't miss the 
purplish plum that seemed to grow and expand with every beat of the man's 
heart. The doctor's cock was huge and pawing larger with passion every 
instant. It seemed like a good thing to the woman to try to string Parley 
out as long as she could. If she gave him a ride he'd remember for a long 
time, he might forget about the cost of the operation. 

"Call me Chuck." Parley reached out and gently stroked Joanne's flanks. The 
smooth, slightly sweaty skin under his strong hands trembled. 

When he gripped her boobs and began to massage and squeeze, the erectile 
nubbins of nipple sprang to attention. The tiny buttons hardened even more 
and begged to be popped into his mouth.. 

Parley was only a man. He couldn't resist such tasty treats. With the 
eagerness of a man starved for weeks, he greedily stuffed one of Joanne's 
jugs into his mouth. The sheer size of the tit made -it impossible for him 
to get the entire pilowy mound into his mouth, but he tried. Damn, did he 
try! Joanne's jug was simply too large to completely fit into his mouth. 
Farley's teeth gouged red furrows into the slopes of Joanne's Ut until she 
squealed with gee. The feelings lancing down into her chest were 
indescribable. A white-hot poker of delight burned into her body. Her nerve 
endings seemed to spring alive with lust for this young doctor. She realized 
that the way he was gnawing and twisting her boobs, she'd soon be begging 
him for more. 

More, ever more. And then she'd be pleading with him to fuck her. To stuff 
his huge cock into her fuck-hole. She could feel the entire area around her 
cunt frothing and boiling with her juices. Joanne was turning on and she 
couldn't help herself. She tried to convince herself that this was for Lee, 
that this prostitution was necessary. 

But her body told her differently. Her body was exalting in the wonderful 
carnality of getting laid. She needed anyone to fuck her. It would erase 
some of the hurt that Lee had put on her the night before. 

Parley's tongue lashed out and stabbed into the pebble-hard nipple he had 
sucked into his mouth. It drove Joanne wild. She gasped and began to thrash 
about on the hard bed. 

The woman moaned out her passions. "Please fuck me, oh, please! I need your 
cock in me, Chuck! FUCK ME! PLEASE!" The doctor would have smiled if he 
hadn't had his mouth occupied with Joanne's left tit. He didn't want to stop 
sucking or tonguing that luscious mound of flesh. All he wanted was to taste 
Joanne like a connoisseur sampling a fine wine. 

The woman's body had begun to sweat under the carnal assaults of Parley's 
tongue. The man lapped up the briny mixture with a relish one usually 
reserved for a favorite dessert. His tongue raced round and round the tiny 
lust button on the top of Joanne's boob. The woman squealed and wiggled and 
shrieked. Still Farley continued to suck and run his tongue across the bumpy 
plane that surrounded her nipple. 

With a lightning-quick thrust of his tongue, Farley tried to push the nipple 
completely down into the soft, doughy mound of her Ut. At the same time, he 
closed his jaws slightly and bit into Joanne's boob. The combined action 6f 
his tongue on her nipple and the teeth on the sensitive flesh of her conical 
jug made Joanne arch her back. 

"Puck me, damn you, flick me!" she cried over and over as passions locked 
inside her voluptuous body were unlocked. And the key to that unlocking was 
Chuck Parley's tongue, that dextrous, agile tongue that lavished carnal care 
all over her boobs. 

Gnawing and tonguing a tit wasn't enough for the young doctor. He allowed 
his hands to roam Joanne's body, searching out the most provocative places 
he could find. His hands lingered for a moment on her belly. He felt the 
heaving, tossing action of her stomach muscles and knew it would be paradise 
once he got inside her cunt. Those muscles had been trained to grip and hold 
a man's prick with vise-lock force. He diddled for a couple seconds with 
that sexy belly button before sliding his hand lower to the mat of silky 
pussy hair. 

The soft hair that he ground under his hand was already wet with Joanne's 
cunt juices. Parley didn't have to be told that Joanne desperately wanted 
him to shove 'his massive cock all the way up her steaming, hungry cunt. The 
wetness in her crotch was enough to spur him on. 

His fingers were soon coated with the woman's slick, oily secretions. lie 
began stroking back and forth across Joanne's gash. He could feel the tiny 
pulsing in her cuntlips each time her heart throbbed a wild beat, a wild 
beat of uncontrollable lust for him. 

He spread the pussylips slightly, feeling the delicate tissues lurking just 
inside the woman's cunt. Joanne's entire body WAS filled with electric 
surges when Parley lightly caressed her bloated labes. 

The pinkly scalloped, delicate inner lips were the key to much of her sexual 
sensations.. Fireworks exploded in her brain. Her breathing became tortured 
and she could only gasp in air with small, shuddery gulps. How desperately 
she wanted. to scream out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" but she couldn't. 

'Her voice had left her. She was totally seized with passion and was unable 
to do more than sigh and groan in sheer pleasure at the feelings blasting 
into her body. The warmth of Farley's hard, yet oddly gentle hand soothed 
her-and drove her to the heights of arousal. The tiny tendrils of warmth 
that had trickled down into her belly when his hand rested on her stomach 
suddenly turned to flaming arrows shot into her cunt as he diddled with her 
flick-hole. 

Joanne wiggled and twisted on the bed in an attempt to get more of Parley's 
hand into her cunt. Just the first knuckle of his index finger didn't make 
it. She wanted more. 

She wanted his cock! As if sensing what he was doing to the woman, Farley 
perversely refused to speed up his fondling. He made a slow circuit around 
her fur-rimmed cunt, then went back and dabbled her cunt juice all over the 
now erect and straining spire of Joanne's cit. Farley looped his index 
finger around Joanne's passion-bud and stroked. 

He started at the base of her cit. As he slowly worked up its tiny length, 
he tightened his grip. Joanne was driven into a wild sexual frenzy. 

She bucked and thrashed and shoved her hips upward as hard as she could. 
Joanne needed more of this. She wanted the utmost of stimulation. She wanted 
to be fucked. 

As she was choking out the words she had tried to say before, orgasm seized 
her in its granite grip. The ice and iron of complete climax ravaged her 
body, raping her senses. The world was blotted out as her body seemed to be 
set on fire with napalm. 

CHAPTER SIX 

As Joanne's orgasm died down, she felt Farley's questing fingers run back 
along her perineum. That sensitive section of skin between her asshole and 
cunt burned like it had been dipped into a vat of acid. The lightest touch 
was agony-and joy. 

When Farley. crammed his finger into her asshole, Joanne came again. The 
feeling of that digit fucking in and out of her bung triggered another set 
of sensations in her body.. She felt as if a six-inch railroad spike had 
been thrust into her ass. 

As this climax abated, Joanne -vaguely heard Farley mutter, "Go on, baby, 
spread those lovely white thighs. I want to get in and give you the fucking 
of your life. 

The automatic response was to spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. 
Joanne wanted nothing else at the moment except to be fucked by the doctor. 
The sides of her leg pressed firmly into the hard surface of the bed, she 
lifted her butt off the bed enough for Parley's massive cock to surge into 
her dribbling omit. 

Joanne thought she would pass out from the shock of his entry.. Her cunt was 
still sensitive from the previous night's rape. But there was no denying the 
fact that Fancy was one hell of a stud. He was hung and his cock was huge. 

The woman felt as if her cunt were being ripped apart. She could feel the 
broad crown of Parley's cock racing up her flack tunnel. The pulsing, 
jerking rod excited her as it rammed home and the man's balls slapped wetly 
against her ass. Fully inside her, his cock twitched and wiggled with a life 
of its own. 

The stimulation Joanne got was indescribably erotic. She could even feel the 
thick blue vein standing out on the top of the doctor's prick. But most of 
all, she could feel the slow back and forth motion Parley had started. 

It wasn't a true flicking rhythm. Not yet. 

This was more subtle. Her cunt walls could sense it. Joanne's brain could 
register the tiny motions, round and round, back and forth. But it wasn't 
the MI-force, all-out flicking she so badly needed. 

This was teasing her. It was giving her an idea of what was to come. 

Parley was playing with her like he might sonic living, breathing, screwing 
toy. 

"Ready for me to really fuck you?" the doctor gasped out. His own passions 
had driven him to the point where he had to get off soon. But he wasn't 
willing to stop his little game with her until the last possible moment. 
Farley loved to hear his women beg him for his cock. It added spice to the 
game, made him feel good deep down inside if he knew they desperately wanted 
him. 

"Yeeees, damn you, yes! Puck me!" "You asked for it, baby!" With those 
words, the tiny, featherlike motions ceased. Farley began to stoke in and 
out of Joanne's fiery cunt with mighty, pistonlike moves. Each time his 
prick, slipped out of her snatch, a lewd sucking noise- could be heard 
throughout the room. The slurping noise added stimulus to the act. 

Parley could feel the suction on his dick as he tried to pull out of her 
hole. Joanne's cunt seemed to collapse around his prick. She didn't want him 
to ever leave that snug, warm berth. The suction he created by retreating 
tried to pull his guts' put through the end of his cock. The warmth of the 
woman's cunt seeped into his dick and funneled the heat all the way to his 
straining balls. And the smacking noise of his wet withdrawal added spice to 
the fucking. 

But it was ramming his dong into Joanne's wanton cunt as hard as he could 
that delighted Parley. This was where it was at. This was the purpose of a 
man having a cock and a woman having a cunt. 

Fucking. 

Wild, uninhibited fucking. 

Joanne knew every time the man shoved his massive dong into her snatch. The 
nerves up and down her cunt walls screamed with joy. The friction burned and 
soared at her innards. She felt more alive than she'd ever felt before. This 
was living. This was what it was all about. 

She was enjoying getting fucked! 

No matter that she was being turned into a whore. No matter that she was 
doing this against her on will for a husband she no longer loved. The sheer 
physical act of screwing was all that truly mattered to her. Parley was a 
cockaman of ability. He knew how best to turn her on and keep her humming 
with sexual energy. 

And his flicking in and out of her cunt made her burn with desire for him. 
Joanne bucked up to meet his every forward thrust. She felt his prick smash 
through her twat, ignite fires of passion deep inside her cunt. Her spine 
began to tingle, then flare with the messages of delight that blasted into 
her brain. 

Joanne came again. 

Fancy continued to fuck even when the convulsing waves of orgasm hit 
Joanne's cunt. The pussy walls clamped down on his driving dong with demonic 
fury. But he loved every second of this sweet torture. He reveled in the 
sensuous feeling of having his prong smashed flat by the powerful muscles in 
this woman's flick-hole. 

The cunt juice that dribbled out of Joanne's pussy around the fleshy plug of 
Fancy's cock made a giant wet spot on the bed sheets. But neither of them 
gave a damn. 

All that mattered was the supreme feelings flooding their bodies. Parley's 
balls hardened, then began to churn and roil with overheated sperm. 

With a low grunt, Farley came. His cum blasted out and creamed the walls of 
Joanne's cunt with the fury of a berserk firehose. He spurted gallon after 
gallon of his seed into her yearning, hungry pussy. And, she took every bit 
of it and demanded more! 

Parley felt his pumping cock tire, then falter. He was exhausted, drained. 
He'd had a great ride on this sexy woman. He couldn't really put that down. 
But he was greedy. He wanted. more. 

The doctor straightened himself up on his arms and gazed down at the 
radiant, glowing face of Joanne. Funny, the doctor thought, how a broad 
seemed to shine after getting a damn good fucking. 

As he watched hers his cock began to deflate and soon dribbled out of 
Joanne's cunt amid a flow of cum and cunt juice. It didn't take a genius to 
know that the chick was still hot to trot. 

And Farley wasn't the kind of guy who'd ever pass up an opportunity like 
this! "All right, baby, on your knees and - start licking!" Joanne's eyes 
fluttered open and it took a couple seconds for her to focus properly. 

"What? What's that?" "You heard me. On your knees and lick my cock off. It's 
got all of your slime on it. And it should be cleaned off." Joanne looked 
down to the limp snake of a prick that dangled between Farley's hairy legs. 
His dick was coated with cum and the viscous juice of her lust. 

But to lick it off? "Is this part of the deal? I mean, me licking off all 
that stuff? Or do I get more of a discount on your bill?" "Hell, lady, you 
drive a hard bargain. So, okay, I'll do this as a charity gig. Now lick!" 
Joanne slithered off the bed %and. knelt between the doctor's legs. 
Hesitantly rat first, then with increasing Leourage, she licked- and kissed 
at the limp prong that had just emptied into her cunt. 

The acrid taste instantly assailed her taste buds. As she dragged her tongue 
over the slippery cock, she tasted not only Parley's cunt but her own cunt 
juices as well. She had to admit the taste wasn't all that bad. 

As soon as she discovered that this meaty popsicle could actually taste 
good, she began licking and sucking with renewed fervor. Soon, she had 
Parley gasping with pleasure. Joanne ran her tongue up and down the flaccid 
rod until she felt the vague rumblings deep inside of another hard-on. 

It was a surprise to both of them when the man's cock began to grow and 
harden after only a few minutes of expert sucking. By this time, all of his 
cum and Joanne's pussy oils had been licked off. And Joanne was able to 
luxuriate in nothing but the taste of an aroused male prick. 

Farley felt the familiar embers in his balls burst into flame once again. It 
was amazing how quickly he had gotten his hard-on back. He'd fucked one of 
the tightest, hottest chicks he'd ever found. Now, he was getting head from 
her-and his cock was as hard and rigid as ever! It was paradise. 

Parley muttered, "Keep on sucking, keep on sucking. You're making it feel so 
damn goood!" Joanne's lips curled upwards slightly in a smile. She'd get 
that operation done for nothing. And enjoy the barter! Her tongue swirled 
around the crown of Parley's prick, not missing a single square inch of meaf 
She played with the sensitive flap of skin just under the cockhead, then 
tried to shove her tongue down the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his 
rod. She knew that she couldn't possibly get her pink, dextrous tongue down 
that tiny cum-slit, but it didn't matter. 

The stimulation they both got out of the blowjob was all that mattered. 

When she had. Farley continually gasping in reaction at her oral acrobatics 
on the knob of his dick, she began moving her mouth down his shaft. Joanne 
lightly nipped and teased the skin until it was so taut and tight along 
Farley's cock that it was impossible for her to use her teeth without 
injuring the doctor. 

When she got to his hairy balls, she found them tightly compressed. Her 
tongue flashed out and lavished feathery touches all around the tiny sac 
containing Farley's precious jewels. 

Farley was wild with desire by now. The wet, roughness ~all up and down his 
prick was great, but when Joanne began tonguing his balls, he almost came. 
The young doctor managed to restrain himself for a few minutes, but knew it 
was only a matter of time before he blasted out another load of his fiery 
cum. 

"Damn, but you can give good head!" he mumbled between compressed. lips. And 
he meant it. He'd pulled this trip on any number of willing chicks, but 
Joanne was the first to get his dick this hard so fast after the frenetic 
fucking they'd just enjoyed. 

Joanne's hot breath rustled through the forest of his crotch hair and 
stimulated the man even more. He was lost in a paradise of sheer carnal 
sensations. 

Sooner than Farley had anticipated or wanted, he came again. His prick 
stiffened even more and then spurted out three or four huge gobs of flick 
juice. 

Joanne eagerly licked each and every drop up as it emerged from the tip of 
his dick. The slithery, rough wetness playing across the tip of his dick 
heightened Farley's orgasm. The rigid clamp on all of his muscles soon 
passed and he fell back on the bed, exhausted. 

This was the first time in more years than he cared to remember that a broad 
had worn him out. He knew it would have been impossible to get a hard-on 
again for a third try, no matter how much he wanted it. Joanne was hell on 
wheels either flicking or giving a blowjob. 

"Well, how was it?" Joanne demanded. 

"I've had enough, thank you. You're damn good with that tongue. And you got 
one of the tightest cunts I've ever felt. Your husband was a hicky dude." 
Parley began puffing on his hospital garb. 

As he fastened the last button on his tunic, Joanne asked, "Then you will do 
the operation for nothing?" Parley looked at the woman, an evil leer on his 
lips. "Lady, I'm only an intern in this place. Your husband's be deader than 
a doornail then seconds after I put a knife to him. And I don't know diddly 
shit about brain operations. They just had me doing some of the preliminary 
tests to see what was wrong with him-part of my training as a doctor." 
Joanne felt as if someone had hit her in the stomach with a fifteen-pound 
sledgehammer. 

'... you mean that you're not the one who'd do the operation? That all of 
this was a hype?" "Lady, if I talked real sweet, to the administrators, they 
might let me watch the operation-from another room. But touch a scalpel 
during the operation? No way!" Farley began to laugh loudly as he walked to 
the door. He paused, turned and looked back at the half-clad Joanne. 

With a smug look on his face, he told her, "You might be able to work out 
some kind of deal with old man Whittsker. He'd be the one doing the 
operation. But I doubt it. He's sixty-five years old and hasn't thought 
about anything as great as flicking in a dozen years." Joanne listened to 
the door whoosh shut and waited until the soft footsteps of the intern had 
receded to the point where she couldn't hear them any longer before she 
started to cry. 

She'd just been screwed-in more ways than one. And she wasn't any better off 
for it than when she'd started. 

CHAFFER SEVEN 

Joanne was still drying the tears running down her face when Eddie met her 
at the front door. 

He demanded, "Mom! What's wrong? What happened?" He both hoped and feared 
that his father had died. He didn't care for the bastard in the least, but 
he didn't want to see his mother put through unnecessary sorrow, either. 

"Eddie! It was horrible! he. . . he made me do all sorts of terrible 
things!" In a flurry of words, Joanne explained what Parley had done, what 
he had made her do. 

Eddie seethed but knew there WSS little he could do about it Thoughts of 
waiting oUtside the hospital and stomping the hell out of the lying and 
lecherous intern craned his mind, but what good would that really do? The 
damage had been done. 

"What do you want mc to do, Mom? I can go and file some kind of a report 
with the cops. But you know that'1l be a waste of time. They never even 
bother checking up on stories like this. Besides, you did sort of agree to 
things before they got started." Joanne was miserable. If she'd only checked 
to be sure that Farley was the doctor assigned to the case. But in her shock 
and confusion, such things were so distant. And Farley had taken advantage 
of her by proclaiming himself to be in charge. Who would ever think a doctor 
would lie about something like that for his own ends? Eddie knew that 
doctors were human just like anyone else, but he somehow had never imagined 
them pulling a rotten trick like that on a woman who was too distraught to 
do anything about it. He had to admit, though, that this was the very type 
of person most inclined to put out for a horny intern. And he couldn't blame 
Fancy all that much. The poor guy had probably been working twelve on and 
twelve off for a long time. 

And Joanne was a knockout. Eddie could barely take his eyes off his own 
mother. The rumblings deep down in his crotch bothered him a little. He, 
Edward P.S. King, lusting after his own mother! The thought frightened him a 
little, and yet why the hell not? Hadn't he already fucked his own sister? 
He did admit that screwing his own mother was in a different league 
altogether. It seemed really kinky, and yet... 

Joanne looked so much like Ann it was painful. Doubly so when Eddie felt the 
bulge in his jeans begin to grow. No, he couldn't really blame Farley for 
wanting to fuck Joanne King. Not at all, especially since that was the very 
thing he was thinking himself. 

Trying to take his mind off his mother's firm, well-formed body and the 
unconscious way she wiggled her ass when she moved, Eddie said, "I think 
it's about time we had a little talk. About... him." Eddie still couldn't 
bring himself around to calling Lee his father, even if it were true. 

"What do we really have to talk about? Lee needs the operation. And that 
fifty-thousand-dollar figure seems to be right. I managed to check up on it 
before I left the hospital. I talked with the surgeon who was really in 
charge, and Dr. Gross said that fifty grand was even a low estimate." 
"That's what I mean, Mom. Is it worth the money to even try and save him?" 
Eddie's own answer was an emphatic "NO!" but he had to jet his mother to 
agree. After all, it was her husband whose life was hanging in the balance. 

"I don't know, Eddie. What do you think? You're the man in the family now 
and you should have some say-so." Joanne was desperately looking for someone 
to make the hard decision far her. And Eddie was the only man around she 
could turn to. 

Eddie thought for a few seconds before answering. J'I don't believe we can 
handle it. First of all, where'd we get the money? Lee's already got a 
second mortgage on the house. If you sold everything we might just about 
break even. Maybe. And my job's enough to support me but not a bunch of 
bills in addition to just staying in food and keeping a roof over our heads. 

"Ann's job is only part-time. You can't really expect her yo work full time 
just to pay off a huge hospital bill. Not after what Lee's done to her. 

"But we just can't let him die!" "Why not?" came the only words, the words 
that rang of truth. 

"He's your father! He's my husband, that's why!" "I say he stopped being my 
father a long time ago. And the night he raped you and Ann. . . I think he 
stopped being anything at all to us then." "But to let any human being just 
die without trying to save them is a sin!" Joanne protested. 

"Can you save all the starving children of the world? Do you even want to 
try if it were possible? They'd just breed and make the next population even 
larger and harder to feed. The same thing works here. If Lee's saved, will 
things be any better or will he get worse, drink more and make life a living 
hell for us? For you?" Joanne fell silent. 

"Face it, Mom, we got to look after ourselves. And did the doctor say what 
the chances were for complete recovery? What happens if we spend the money 
for the operation and Lee dies anyway? We're out the bread and all we have 
is the dubious satisfaction of frying to save him and a pile of bills we'll 
never be able to pay off." Joanne mutely nodded her head in agreement. 

"Or consider a case that's even worse. What happens if the operation saves 
his life and he's turned; into a vegetable. That's got to be a possible 
outcome. Would you like to tend a man who'd been turned into a giant 
vegetable the rest of your life? Or put him in a nursing home that would add 
to the financial burdens?!' 

'All I can say, Eddie, is that he's your father." She added in a lower 
voice, "And my husband." "That's true, but does he even deserve the chance 
to live after what he's done?" "You can't be judge, jury and executioner!" 
Joanne snapped. 

"Why the hell not?" Eddie retorted. "Wasn't he doing just that when I came 
in last night? Is he any better than we are? And he was doing everything 
from sheer malice. He hates our guts or he wouldn't have done any of those 
rotten things to you, then raped Ann while you were forced to watch. The 
man's not even fit to be called human. He's an animal. I don't know, maybe 
turning him into a vegetable is an improvement. Vegetables don't hurt 
anyone." Eddie had had his say and lapsed back into silence. His eyes never 
left his mother. She had plopped down into a huge chair. Sometime during the 
heated argument, the top two buttons of her dress had come undone. The 
tantalizing glimpses Eddie was being given of her boobs made his prick begin 
to stir and stiffen again. He tried to keep his mind off the mounds of flesh 
that were partially revealed to him. 

It was a losing battle. Every time Joanne moved, she exposed a different 
section of her trim, firm boobs. Boobs that didn't need the cloth prison of 
a bra. Few women were able to go without a bra; Joanne was one. Eddie 
marveled at the firmness that allowed her tits to sway gently back and forth 
but never sag. 

The nipples prodded firmly outward against the fabric of her simple dress 
and further aroused the youth. He wondered if his mother noticed the tenting 
of his jeans. His crotch began to burn with lust. 

Eddie tried to restrain himself. Screwing Ann was one thing. She may have 
been his sister, but they were always close. It seemed natural. But flicking 
his own mother? That had to remain some fantasy that lurked in the back of 
his mind. It simply had to stay hidden. 

Joanne slumped back into the chair and stretched her legs out in front of 
her. Eddie's cock did another flip-flop in reaction to the sight. Those 
legs! Slender calves, well-formed legs and the thighs that disappeared up 
under the short hemline really turned him on. 

They were creamy, smooth and appealing thighs. They looked soft, tender. How 
he wished he could be stroking them, slowly, gently. And then working his 
way up to the platinum-furred mound that was the gateway into Joanne's cunt. 

Eddie wondered if his mother would ever have the same lust for him that he 
now held for her. He knew he wasn't that bad-looking, but a woman as 
attractive as his mother wouldn't have any troubles finding a thousand guys 
her own age willing to call her if she wanted. 

Joanne, in spite of being so hung up on Lee, was an independent woman with 
whom any man could make - long, interesting and incredibly stimulating 
love.. 

Eddie was positive about that. 

His reverie was shattered by Joanne's low voice. "1 can't make the decision 
right now, Eddie. I... I'm still too close to everything. And what happened 
today at the hospital. I ... oh, hell!" Joanne suddenly stood and started 
down the hallway, crying loudly. Eddie Was on his feet in an instant and 
clutched his mother to his body. He had to try quieting her down. Being 
hysterical wouldn't salve any of their problems. 

"Hush, Mom, hush. Now just calm down. Cool it. Everything'll work out okay. 
Just wait and see." Eddie was surprised and pleased in a perverse sort of 
way that his mother's dress had become unbuttoned all the way down the 
front. Her tits were barely hidden by the thin fabric. Eddie found one of 
his hands covering her right boob. And she didn't seem to mind at all. 

Joanne clutched wildly at Eddie, throwing her arms around his neck. "Please 
help me, Eddie. I need you so much. I need you so goddamn much you'll never 
understand it" Eddie eased her down to the sofa and, before he could fully 
understand what he was doing, had kissed her full on the lips. 

For a brief moment, their lips merely touched. Then, Joanne's lips parted 
and Eddie's tongue sailed into her mouth. Their tongues began a restless, 
relentless, even desperate swirling around and around. They touched and 
caressed, but their tongues did the real job of telling the other how they 
felt, what they needed. 

Eddie's tongue slowly stroked back and forth along the underside of 
Joanne's. The wet roughness of his tongue seemed to stimulate her. Joanne 
began to gasp and suck in air in deep, heavy drafts. Eddie could feel her 
heart begin to pound wildly under the shirt that he had never released from 
its firm grip under his hand. 

Their tongues began to dash in and out of the other's mouth. Soon, the mock 
fucking had lighted 

Eddie's fires to the point where his cock was reaching the breaking point. 
If it didn't escape the prison of his jeans, he knew his rod would rupture 
at the seams and spew out cum from the sides instead of the tiny hole 
drilled in the end of his prick. 

As if reading his mind, Joanne reached down and unzipped his fly. Like a 
switchblade opening, his dong snapped out into the air. The fleshy shaft was 
immediately grabbed by Joanne. She began stroking up and down the pecker as 
if it were the nicest thing in the world she'd ever found and she didn't 
want to ever let it loose again. 

Eddie didn't mind. Not at all! His own hands were busy slipping the dress 
from Joanne's shoulders. The material got in his way. As their tongues 
played hide and seek in the carnal playground of their mouths, his hands 
began to massage and manipulate his mother's tits. Those wondrous jugs that 
had turned him on the instant she had walked in the door. 

His fingers clamped down on the tiny mushrooms perched on the tops of each 
boob. Under his careful squeezing and tweaking, the nipples turned into 
marble-hard nubbins that throbbed with lust. Eddie's cock stiffened even 
more when he realized that he was the one responsible for his mother's 
arousal. 

He was the stud who was giving her the pleasure she had never found with Lee 
King. 

Eddie almost came at the sudden realization that his innermost dream was 
about to be realized. That he would be fucking his own mother in a matter of 
minutes! Eddie was silently grateful to his mother. He had felt the crown of 
his pecker begin to expand just before he blasted out his seed. She had 
pinched down gent1y just behind the broad, purpled head of his cock and 
stopped the premature ejaculation. 

Eddie King took in a deep breath and settled don to flick his mother as long 
and hard and expertly as he could. He was no virgin. He'd been around. He'd 
show her exactly what he could do to please a woman-even one as special as 
his on mother! Joanne seemed to understand instinctively what was going 
through Eddie's mind. Without a word she began to strip him of his clothes. 
In the twinkling of an eye, both were naked and sprawled on the soft carpet 
of the living-room floor in a passionate embrace. 

Eddie felt his body sliding against the smooth skin of his mother's body. A 
thin sheen of sweat seemed to lubricate the motion as he moved his prick up 
and down against the softness of her inner thigh. He made sure his prong 
never touched her pussylips. He knew no amount of self-control would hold 
him back if he felt the hat juices dribbling from her cunt. 

Joanne's brain was in a completely chaotic state. She was confused. She 
wasn't certain what she was doing. All she knew for certain was that it felt 
good to have Eddie's mouth on hers. His tongue moving in and out of her 
mouth made her forget her troubles. And his hands on her big tits was just 
the treatment she needed to forget the evil intern who had tricked her 
earlier that day. 

Joanne King was satisfied to go along for the ride. 

She pulled her mouth away from Eddie's to tell him in a husky whisper, 
"Eddie, fuck me good! Please, I need it. Your cock! I need it in me!" Her 
son didn't seem to hear. The pounding of blood in his ears sounded like surf 
on the beach. All he could see was the jutting pinnacle of fit flesh on her 
heaving chest. Eddie's mouth rapidly encircled one of those summits and 
sucked the erect nubbin into his mouth. He began a slow, constant sucking 
that was designed to drive his mother out of her mind with passion for him. 

When Joanne felt Eddie's tongue begin to race around her nipple, she almost 
climaxed. The thrill of having her own son suckling at her tit again was 
kinky and thoroughly arousing to her. Each time his tongue lashed down to 
flick the- erect spire of nipple back and forth, she felt a surge of 
electricity volt through her chest and into her body. 

The warmth spread from a dozen points of contact with her son. His one hand 
continually stroked her side. The other hand clutched fiercely at her other 
jug. His stomach was pressed firmly against her, crushing her to the soft 
carpet under his weight. 

And along her leg traveled his massive cock. That throbbing, yearning, 
needful dong that longed to be shoved hard and fast into her steaming cunt. 

All the sensations smashed into her body and pushed her up the peak to 
orgasm. 

When Eddie's dick lightly brushed against her tit, Joanne came. 

She screamed out, "YESSSS! I'MMM COMMMIUNNGG!" She fucked and humped and 
thrust her body hard against Eddie's in an attempt get his cock into her 
hungry pussy. The positioning wasn't right, but it didn't matter that much. 
Eddie hung on and rode out the storm winds of his mother's orgasm. And 
Joanne was content with the force and intensity of her come. 

As his mother relaxed slightly, Eddie continued to suckle at the fit and 
prod lightly at her pussylips with his cock. He'd brought his own raging 
emotions under control now and could afford to play with the pink, 
blood-filled gash with his own pecker and not spew out his cum in an 
embarrassing way. 

"When do you want it?" Eddie demanded. 

"Want what?" said Joanne, still mind-dazed from her powerful orgasm. 

"This!" Eddie declared as he rammed his hips forward. The purpled tip of his 
cock speared dead center into Joanne's cunt. His prick parted her pussylips 
and plunged deep into her gushing flack-hole. 

Both gasped with the intensity of the teenager's initial entry. He hadn't 
intended to begin the flicking with this much force, but he had. It was as 
if he had plunged his shaft of lusty prick into a blast furnace, but a 
special blast furnace. A seething hot, juicy furnace that instantly clamped 
down hard on his meat. Eddie didn't think he could move at all with her 
powerful cunt muscles squeezing unmercifully down on his buried length of 
pecker. 

If Eddie had reacted with a sudden intake of breath, his rapid fucking into 
her cunt had ignited another orgasm in Joanne. One instant, her pussy was 
empty and needed for cock. The next, it was filled to overflowing with 
throbbing, completely male prick. 

"Puck me, Eddie, fuck me good!" Joanne cried out passionately as soon as she 
had descended the slopes of another orgasm. 

Her son didn't have to be urged on. He had felt the powerful, convulsive 
grabbing at his buried cock during his mother's orgasm. He wanted more of' 
that. He wanted to feel the friction on his dick as it coursed up and down 
that hot, tight channel into his mother's body. He needed to feel her cunt 
totally pounding his rod as he fucked her. 

Eddie managed to pull back slightly. Then the idea occurred to him. He 
didn't have to completely and forcefully fuck his mother right away. He 
could enjoy his screw longer if he played a bit. The teenager began to pull 
his cock out of the sucking cunt a slow, agonizing inch at a time. It felt 
as if his guts would be sucked out through the tinj hole at the end of his 
dick, but he didn't care. 

His meat burned in spite of the flow of cunt juices bathing it. His balls 
seemed to be on fire. Acid seared his nerves and jolted him all up and down 
his spine. The blaze in his groin threatened to totally consume him in lust. 

The prickly feeling of his cock as he pulled it out made him feel good. He 
tinged with poorly concealed emotion, The boy wanted nothing more than to 
fuck. his mother crosseyed, but he refrained. He wanted even. more pleasure. 
Greedy, he wanted the maximum in carnal delights that he could get before 
his climax. 

Joanne wasn't about to complain if Eddie insisted on a slow, methodical 
flicking rhythm. She moaned constantly while he was pulling his plug of 
cock, out of her twat. The quiff sound seemed to fill the air. She hadn't 
realized she was that juicy in the cunt, but she had to be to make that kind 
of noise. In an odd way, the sound stimulated her. 

When Eddie's broad knob remained just inside the pink, scalloped inner labes 
protecting Joanne's cunt, he paused. Then, he bunched the muscles in his 
butt and lower back and heaved forward with as much force as he could. 

His impact slid Joanne almost a foot along the rug. He buried his wang balls 
deep in the clutching, fevered cunt amid a low slurping noise. He felt the 
intense friction in spite of the prodigious amount of juice inside his 
mother's snatch. The embers in his groin blazed merrily away like full-blown 
forest fires. Eddie's cock was encased in a tight, seething hot female cunt. 

What more could he want? He began rotating his hips, twitching and rocking 
back and forth to stimulate his mother to the fullest before pulling his rod 
out again. 

The youth succeeded. Joanne felt the mighty pillar of cock against the 
sensitive inner tissues of her cunt. The ripply pussy walls began to 
contract and clamp down on the invading prickshaft. She could feel the 
throbbing of the cock, every jerk it made when Eddie's excited heart pumped 
another load of blood into the pulsing rod. 

When he started rotating his cock inside her hale, the delicate gash and~ 
pussylips were alternately compressed and released. The pressure and motion 
of the cock against them almost drove her into a wild sexual frenzy. The 
sensations assaulting her body were unbelievably intense. 

It was a damn good fucking-pleasantly intense and stimulating beyond hex 
wildest imaginings. 

Joanne climaxed again. 

Eddie rode out the third orgasm and began to flick in and out of his 
mother's cunt with increasing need. He could no longer control his runaway 
passions. He had to get off and quick. 

But Joanne's arms encircled him, clutched at his ass and pulled his. tool 
even deeper into her boi as he fucked forward. 

Locked together they rolled over and over with Eddie's cock firmly anchored 
in its warm, tight berth of cunt. The rolling motion compressed the cunt 
walls ~even more around his dick. Eddie was guided in his fucking motions by 
Joanne's slender, cool-fingered hands on his rump. As he thrust forward, she 
pulled his rod in. As his prick slipped out of her twitching cunt, she 
pulled and tugged at his asscheeks. 

When his buns were pulled apart, Joanne would delve deep into his body, 
hunting for his balls, her Wrist between his asscheeks. The stimulation of 
his mother's hands on his ass and her groping fingers tickling his tightly 
compressed balls was too, much for Eddie. 

The boy moaned and began to fuck uncontrollably into her cunt. His hips 
seemed to have been granted a life of their own. A life intent on nothing 
but fucking as hard and fast as possible into the tight cunt surrounding his 
pulsing cock. 

The burning tide of his cum inched >along his trick. Slowly at first, then 
with a speed that would have put a rocket to shame, his cum erupted. With 
blast after fiery white blast, he creamed the inside of her quivering body. 

The cool fingers on his ass stroked up and down, fingering the coarse hair 
on his butt. Somehow, this both soothed and stimulated him. His cock was 
still rigid inside his mother's sperm-filled snatch. 

"Think I can make another go at it?" Eddie asked, his voice husky from his 
recent come. 

"I don't know. You're still as stiff as an iron bar." Joanne wiggled her 
hips in a provocative manner. It was then that Eddie knew he wasn't going to 
lose his hard-on, that he could fuck her for some time yet. 

His hips began pistoning back and forth. His prong sewimg to sing in joy as 
it penetrated deeply into his mother's body. Her cunt early sucked his dick 
in, was reluctant to allow it to escape. 

Eddie enjoyed the feeling of friction all up and down his rod. The warmth 
was offset somewhat by the cunt oils that Joanne seemed able to secrete in 
limitless quantities. Her quim overflowed with the juices and dribbled all 
over Eddie's hairy thighs. 

In a few minutes, his balls were drenched with the lust liquids. Although 
drained of their creamy burden, his balls valiantly tried to explode again. 
They failed, and only a thin stream of gooey cwii oozed out. 

But his continued flicking long after his balls were drained gave Joanne 
another orgasm. She felt the slippery lubricant from her cunt smeared all 
over her pussy mound. With Eddie fucking back and forth across her cit, she 
was filled with searing lances of pain and joy that always happened when her 
passion-bud was aroused. 

She clawed at Eddie's ass to pull his cock ever deeper into her convulsing 
tnt. She hunched her hips off the rug to take his prick deeper into her box. 
She rolled from side to side as she arched her back to get the deepest 
possible penetration. 

Eddie's entire eight inches of dick blasted into her flack-hole. Joanne 
cried out her passions with a soul-tearing, "AAAAIIIEEEE!" and then 
collapsed to the floor, completely drained. 

She gazed up at Eddie, her iron-grey eyes never wavering as she told him, 
"You're one hell of a good lay, kid who taught you?" - Before Eddie could 
answer, a voice came from the doorway. "I did, of course!" 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Eddie looked up, startled. Standing in the doorway was Ann. She had been 
watching while he and Joanne balled in the middle of the living-room rug. 
The girl didn't seem the least bit put off by the experience. 

Eddie wished he could have been as composed. Inside, his gut was churning 
and his emotions seethed. He hadn't really intended to seduce his own 
mother. It had been nothing more than simple comforting. Along the way, 
however, things had gotten out of hand. 

Eddie mumbled out, "You're home early today, aren't you, Ann?" It sounded 
silly to him but his mind refused to work right. 

Ann smiled cheerfully. "Yep. And it's good to see that there's a lot more to 
family togetherness than just us two." 

"What do you mean, Ann?" Joanne had propped herself up on her elbows watched 
the younger girl strut and preen herself. 

"Nothing really, Mom. Just that Eddie and I've been getting it on for a 
while. Good seeing that he's spreading around some of the action. His cock's 
just too heavenly to keep all to myself, no matter how greedy I get." Eddie 
blushed for the first time in years. 

"Why, Eddie, you're embarrassed?" Ann taunted. 

"Just bare-assed, that's all," he retorted. He was beginning to get his wits 
back. The teenager wondered how far he could push his sister. She was acting 
the big shot right now with her wise-ass comments. What would she do if he 
called her bluff? "Instead of standing around, why don't you come on down 
here and join us?" Eddie couldn't be any more blatant. He wanted Ann to know 
exactly that she would have to put out or shut up. 

It surprised him a little when she decided to put out. The young girl 
removed her clothing in a surprisingly quick time. Almost as if she were 
some escape artist, she skinned off her work shirt and tight-fitting blue 
jeans and dumped them on the floor. Her tiny red bra and bikini panties 
followed so fast, Eddie didn't even see the wet spot that had begun to 
spread on the crotch of her silk panties. 

"Well, gang, what're we going to do?" Ann demanded; Joanne didn't seem to 
mind the addition of her own daughter to the already incestuous lovemaking. 
Aid Eddie found his cock stiffening again. It-was apparent that -he had no 
complaints, either. 

"Since there're three of us, let's do a little repositioning and see what we 
can come up with," Eddie said. 

Ann reached over and began stroking the ever-lengthening cock that grew from 
Eddie's crotch. 

"I see one thing that's coming up fast!" she cried. 

Ann was the one who ended up calling the shots. As long as she kept her 
firm, warm grip on his dick, Eddie wasn't going to argue. With a 
surprisingly fast move, Ann roiled over to her knees. She never let go of 
Eddie's prick but now she held it between her legt while she supported 
herself on her free hand. 

She presented an inviting ass for Eddie's close inspection. The smooth 
roundness of Ann's rump made Eddie's cock shiver and jerk convulsively. 
Eddie didn't mind his sister hanging onto his cock. He only wished that 
she'd let go long enough so he could move it to her soggy 7gash. 

Eddie wanted to fuck his sister doggie-style, and it was obvious she wasn't 
going to complain about it! But Joanne was being left out. She slid across 
the rug and split her slender legs into a wide vee in front of her daughter. 

Ann looked down at the platinum-furred snatch in front of her face and began 
to lick her lips. The sight of that juicy quim was too much to resist. She 
collapsed to the floor so that she could get her tongue onto Joanne's 
succulent Nat. 

The instant her daughter's tongue began licking up and down her puffy slit, 
Joanne lay back on the floor and moaned. The feeling was sheer heaven to 
her. Tickly, tingly and incredibly stimulating waves began to wash through 
her body. The slightest touch from Ann's tongue on her sensitive pussylips 
made Joanne's body quake in reaction. 

When Ann's rough, pink tongue found her mother's clit, Joanne thought she'd 
lose her mind. The stab of sweet agony jabbed into her belly. She shook with 
the carnal delight of the sensations hurtling into her. And the thought that 
she was allowing her own daughter to lick her pussy made everything seem 
kinky, even obscene. 

But Ann's quick tongue soon made coherent thinking impossible. All Joanne 
was able to think about was the wonderful feeling inside her. The warmth of 
her mint began to turn into a raging fire that threatened to consume her. 
The older woman screamed out, "UUUHHHH! OOOHHHH!" when her daughter's long 
tongue finally parted her cuntlips and rammed cock-hard into her twat. - 
Ann's tongue was drenched with the slippery oils from her mother's cunt. She 
tasted the fluid, licked it carefully off her lips and decided she loved the 
flavor of cunt juice! She'd never tried it before. 

The teenager didn't know if her first lez experience was what was making her 
so hot or. whether it was her mother. Whatever it was, the thrill was 
undeniable. 

Ann whipped her tongue- around Joanne's pussy in a frenzied motion. The 
bristly hairs prickled and tickled her tongue, but the thick juice was worth 
the effort. Her nose pressed firmly. into Joanne's pussy mound, Ann managed 
to lick back and forth along the gushing slit formed by the two pink, 
bluish-tinted labes. 

She finally couldn't restrain her own inner urges any longer. Ann stuffed 
her tongue as hard and fast as she could into Joanne's cunt. The flood of 
lubricant almost drowned her-but what a way to go! Ann heard her mother 
moan, then cry out as an organ ripped through her body. Ann felt the wrinkly 
cunt walls convulse and quiver as the erotic tides swept through her 
mother's body. The girl mn her tongue back and forth across the pussylips 
and tried to penetrate as far as she could into that mysterious hole of her 
mother's. 

Ann knew all about her own pussy. She'd explored it, diddled a lot and had 
enough boys cram their big, wonderful cocks into it to realize what sort of 
sensations could be started. But this ~as the first time she'd been able to 
see a cunt close up-very close up, nose-pressed-into-snatch close up. 

She murmured, "Ummm!" as her tongue swirled and delved deeper and deeper 
into Joanne's twat. The tasty treat that covered her tongue started to drive 
her wild with lust. 

The girl wanted to do everything she could to please her mother. But 
pleasing her seemed to be easy enough. All Ann had to do was continue her 
tongue-diddling. And the girl couldn't possibly deny that was a hell of a 
lot of fuck! Eddie knew exactly how aroused Ann was getting by the pressure 
of her grip on his cock. He bad been inching over his sister's body and 
fondling her boobs while she stroked his prick. When the orgasm rippled 
throughout his mother's body, Ann shivered in reaction and clamped don on 
the cock in her hand with impressive strength 

"Oooow!" Eddie complained. "That hurts, dammit! Let me put it someplace 
else!" Ann's hand went limp and released the rigid, steel-hard cock. She 
wanted that prong somewhere else-inside her own steamy cunt! Eddie continued 
to fondle and massage his sister's boob with one hand. He found the dangling 
little mushroom of a nipple and squeezed down on it as hard as he could with 
thumb and forefinger. 

Ann moaned and shoved her butt back into his groin to let him know exactly 
what she wanted. Eddie took the ~hove in stride. His other hand caressed 
back along Ann's belly, found the tangled mat of her furry pussy mound, then 
began to stroke along the girl's cuntlips. 

"Oh, yes, Eddie!" Ann cried, taking her. mouth away from Joanne's snatch for 
a moment, "That's it! That's it!" Eddie said nothing as his finger found the 
tiny crease he was searching for. A quick turn of his wrist parted the 
pussylips and his finger plunged far up Ann's quiff. The teenager's entire 
hand was soon covered with the slimy cunt juice that gushed out of his 
aroused sister's fuck-hole. 

He twirled his finger around inside her tight little snatch. Ann began 
moving her hips in the same direction. Eddie changed the direction of his 
finger-fucking to further stimulate the sensitive sex tissue at Ann's cunt 
mouth.. The girl appreciated the attention. Eddie could hear her moan around 
her own mouthful of pussy. 

Eddie curled and uncurled his finger inside his sister's cunt. The wet, 
squishy feeling made Eddie realize exactly how much he needed to be fucking 
this hole with his cock. Finger-fucking was fun but he needed more. And so 
did Ann! Eddie's finger slipped out of Ann's pussy. The sudden absence of 
the digit went unnoticed because Eddie instantly rammed his full eight 
inches of throbbing, quivering cock into that seething cunt. His prick was 
completely surrounded by a hot, tight, gripping sheath of female twat. 

The boy gasped and straightened up. He found that he could penetrate Ann's 
cunt another fraction of an inch with that move. When his hips took over as 
if they had a mind of their own, he found he was mindlessly fucking in and 
out of Ann's impossibly small cunt. 

Warmth poured into Eddie's balls. The sac containing his precious nuts began 
to contract and fill up. Soon, it was a hard little sphere containing balls 
tumbling and churning around in an ocean of cum. Eddie pulled back a bit and 
felt the friction of Ann's cunt against the underside of his cock. 

The teenager pulled all the way out of her oozing box. Without the need for 
guidance, he immediately stuck his dong back in the slot and shoved forward. 
Both he and Ann gasped with the force of the fucking. 

Eddie's balls slapped hard against his sister's ass when he achieved 
complete penetration. Ann's vibrating, crinkly-walled cunt seemed to 
collapse around his buried rod. Eddie was sure his cock would be crushed 
flat inside that hot tunnel of pussy. Even the boiling juice that dribbled 
all around his feverish cock didn't help. Everything added to his 
stimulation. 

"Oh, God, I. .. I'm going to come!" he grunted from between clenched teeth. 
He worked for control. He didn't want to blast out his wad now. He wanted to 
savor the erotic feelings that drenched his entire body. He quivered with 
pent-up lust for Ann. His cock throbbed and pulsed every time his excited 
heart pounded out another beat. The blood roared like the Waves of the ocean 
in his ears. 

Eddie King didn't want to miss out on a single second of his wonderful fuck! 
The teenager managed to quiet the surging tides of his cum. He forced 
himself to cool down. His mind took back the control from his wildly heaving 
hips and Eddie succeeded in holding back the white-hot tide of his passion. 

Ann was being assaulted from two directions at once. Her face was totally 
occupied with licking and savoring every drop of cunt juice from her 
mother's snatch. The oily liquor was tastier than anything the girl could 
remember drinking. She knew, now why men found cunt-lapping so exciting. 

The smell of arousal Joanne was giving off aroused Ann, too. The coarse feel 
of pussy hair against her nose as her mother hunched up to cram at much twat 
into her mouth as possible was oddly stimulating. The very act of eating out 
Joanne's cunt was a turn-on. 

And Ann's snatch was impaled by eight inches of prick from behind. She felt 
Eddie's hairy thighs rub against her silky smooth ones, his mighty cock race 
up her fuck channel. Inside her box, his cock felt like it was growing. Ann 
felt like she'd be torn apart by his massive prick; Ann managed to call out 
to Eddie, 'Fuck me harder! HARDER! I NEED YOU FUCKING ME 

HARDER!" Eddie did his best to oblige. He picked up the tempo of his fucking 
and crammed his dick in and out of Ann's gaping hole with as much power and 
speed as he could. 

Inside her cunt, Ann felt the build-up of friction. The heat was exciting, 
the sensation of being plugged full of quivering man-meat even more 
thrilling. Most stimulating of all was knowing that her brother was the one 
giving her the pleasure. It was Eddie who flicked her so expertly. 

"Joanne, have you had enough yet?" Ann gulped. 

Ann's mother was too occupied with the second climax rattling through her 
being to answer. Ann wanted to be free to thrash around and couldn't as long 
as Joanne's pussy was crammed in her face. She felt her own orgasm racing 
toward her every time Eddie's long prong reamed her twitching twat out. 

"Keep fucking me, Eddie, please!" the girl pleaded. It wasn't really 
necessary to beg Eddie for his cock since he had no intention of stopping 
now. 

Ann found herself lost in a bewildering land of carnal sensations. She felt 
Eddie's cock inside her cunt. The head on his purpled cock expanded until 
Ann thought her snatch would be torn apart. The huge prick stretched and 
tugged at her inner tissues until the girl knew she'd be ripped and 
bloodied. 

But she wasn't complaining. 

She wanted more! Eddie's breathing came in rapid, heavy pants now. He was 
building up a Bill head of steam while fucking his sister. He had seen his 
mother's face go rigid as a second orgasm seized control of her body. 
Everything seemed to goad Eddie on. The sight of his mother being eaten by 
his sister. The smell of perspiration from all three of their heaving, 
thrashing bodies. The lewd smacking noise as his cock fucked in and out of 
Ann's hot little cunt. 

But it was his sense of feel that was the most tormented with sweet agony. 
His hands restlessly roved up and down Ann's back. He searched out each and 
every vertebra in her spine and outlined it with his fingers. His upper 
thighs rubbed against Aim's silky ones, those thighs that made him hard and 
ready to fuck just thinking about them. And her ass shoved back and 
forth-into his crotch was enough to make any man lose his load. 

Eddie counted all of this into the picture. But it was his cock ramming hard 
and deep into his sister's twat that gave him the most pleasure. The 
clutching heat around his pecker almost brought him off. The liquid warmth 
of Ann's cunt juice seeped into his prick until Eddie could barely stand the 
waves of pleasure smashing into his body and brain. The soft, ripply feel of 
the girl's cunt excited him, but how she used her trim, girlish muscles made 
him even more excited. 

Ann tensed her stomach until Eddie felt as if his dong were being crushed in 
a vise. A velvet vise intent on giving him pleasure at the same time. 

He pulled out slowly. lie flicked into her cunt again with deliberate 
slowness. Once buried balls deep, Eddie lingered. He savored the erotic 
heaven of Ann's pussy. The heat. The grasping warmth of her cunt muscles. 
The twitchy feel of her ass shoved into his crotch. 

Rather than pull out of such a snug berth, Eddie began rotating his hips. He 
started in small circles at first, then began to move his entire body in 
huge arcs intended to stimulate the sensitive area around his sister's clit. 

When Eddie was sure his cock would be torn from his body, he began to pull 
out inch by slow inch. His prick seemed to expand as extra blood pumped into 
it. He knew that it wouldn't be very much longer before he'd blast his 
creamy cum into his sister's quiff. Iron control, yes; super-human control 
he didn't have at all. 

Ann was just too much of a woman, even at sixteen, for a mere mortal to 
restrain himself for long. 

Eddie wasn't surprised when Ann came first. But he was certainly thankful. 
He griped her ribs like a bronco rider and hung on for the wild ride. She 
twisted and cried out, "I'm COOMMIINNGG!!" as she humped up and back into 
him. His cock shot back and forth like a berserk piston in her clasping 
fuck-hole. The liquid squishing noise was droned out by their mutual cries 
of released passion for one another. 

Brother and sister rocked together, flicking as hard and fast as they could. 
Eddie's cock sailed up and down its well-lubricated entryway into Ann's 
body. Ann's entire cunt burned with desire for that lovely, hard-driving 
cock that entered and left her spasming snatch. The fireworks that exploded 
in her brain totally blanked out every thought she had. 

The incoherent, muscle-clamped delight of orgasm seized her body in an iron 
grip. 

As the climax blasted through his sister's body, 

Eddie felt what he'd thought to be impossible. Ann's cunt seemed to shrink 
around his prick. He could barely force his way in or out of that contacting 
man-hole. The friction on his cock ignited the powder keg in his own balls. 

He felt the burning rush of sperm down his meaty firehose; then his universe 
exploded. Cum splattered out into his sister's cunt with frantic urgency. 
Eddie's world was confined to his pumping dong and the incredible erotic 
friction on his pulsing tool. 

The acid searing along his nerves and tearing at his conscious soon passed. 
Gasping for breath, Eddie had to hold onto his sister's body for support. 
His legs felt watery in reaction. 

And his cock had turned to putty. The limp worm spilled out of Ann's spermy 
snatch. 

Ann's body had calmed down. The fiery reel of Eddie's seed spurting into her 
cunt had set off another orgasm. Now she was washed out. She felt completely 
wrung of any emotion. 

She fell forward and disturbed Eddie's precarious balance. Her brother 
toppled on top of her. 

"Dammit, get off!" she said. 

"Sorry, Ann." Eddie didn't really sound very sorry at all. He'd just fucked 
one of the most gorgeous chicks he'd ever seen and was happy about that. 
Even if it was his sister. 

Joanne moved to join them. The naked threesome lay, tired and resting, for 
long minutes before anyone spoke. 

Finally, Joanne said, "This has been real nice. It was just the kind of 
thing I needed to keep me from thinking too much about Lee. But we do have 
to consider what's to be done. I . . . I don't feel I can make the decision. 

"Since you're the man of the house now, Eddie, I think you'd be the best one 
to decide what should be done." Ann chimed in, "Yeah, you're the man in the 
house in more ways than one!" Eddie felt a chill. Goosebumps broke out on 
his naked flesh. What his mother said was true. He was the man of the house 
now that his father was gone-or nearly so. 

He had to make the decision about the operation. Did he put the entire 
family's finances on the chopping block on the off chance that Lee could be 
saved? And if Lee's life were saved, would he end up a vegetable for the 
rest of his life? Or should he allow his father to die without even 
attempting the operation? Eddie King suddenly felt very alone in spite of 
the two naked women on either side of him. CHAPTER NINE 

Joanne spoke, her voice low and still sexy, "I think that you're going to 
have to go to the hospital and find out what's happening to Lee. I... I just 
can't face that horrible ~place again, Eddie" Eddie leaned back, his hand 
rubbing against the bare flesh of his sister's thigh. He sighed and nodded. 
It was his duty now that he was the man in the house. 

The full impact of that hit him. His mother needed him in more ways than 
one. Support, sure, but he was going to have to supply a sex partner for 
her. And he was elected. 

Also, there was Ann. Lovely, trim, youthful Ann. She needed him, too. And he 
couldn't possibly turn his back to either of these sexy, cock-hungry women. 

Eddie felt fingers rustling around in his crotch hair. Slow, expert strokes 
and massaging began to stimulate his limp prick. Sooner than he had thought 
possible, he felt his dick stiffening into a usable tool again. 

Ann had very dextrous fingers and made full use of them. She whispered in 
his ear, her breath warm and stimulating, "How's this feel, Eddie, my loving 
brother?" Her fingers wrapped around Eddie's dong and began to slowly move 
out to the -very tip of his prick. He felt his rod strain and become even 
more rigid. Ann had started at the base, then moved to the delicate tip of 
the purpled knob. 

Once there, she had toyed with the tiny flap of sensitive skin under the 
head until Eddie moaned constantly in pleasure. 

"And how's this feel?" he heard his mother say. 

Joanne's mouth completely engulfed his in a passionate, juicy kiss. The 
woman's tongue flashed out into her son's mouth and began to frolic around 
in that dank playground. Her tongue slipped and slid over the boy's tongue. 
She felt thrills of delight course through her body as she realized how 
incredibly forbidden this was. 

Making love to her own son! But that added spice to the act. She needed a 
man and Eddie was very definitely a man. With Ann fondling his cock, Joanne 
had to rely on other areas to play with. Her mouth left Eddie's as she 
licked down his jawline. She tasted the salty tang of sweat that had formed 
on his face. 

Her tongue leaped out and speared the tiny channel in the center of her 
son's ear. Eddie gasped with the sudden invasion of his ear, but he couldn't 
complain. Not at all! Joanne began to lick his ear, wetly and tantalizingly. 
Eddie began to hear the sound of blood pounding in his ears as his heartbeat 
picked up. His own sister and mother were giving him a working over that no 
amount of money could have bought from a couple of whores. And Eddie was 
going to enjoy it to the utmost. 

He lay on his back as Ann continued to handle his peter. But she started 
licking and kissing her way up his muscular body. She, too, tasted the 
residue of sweat from their earlier lovemaking. She hadn't realized how 
excited Eddie had become, how sweaty. 

The feel of the few hairs on his chest tickled her tongue and upper lip. The 
salt burned bitter in her mouth. But the feel of the quivering cock under 
her hand made up for it. She squeezed down gently and felt the prick pulse 
and shiver in anticipation. Ann was happy. That wonderful dick would be 
buried up her itchy, wet cunt in a few minutes! Ann found her brother's 
nipples and began to lightly suck. Eddie moaned, but the girl couldn't tell 
if it was her oral attentions to his nipples or her mother's tongue diddling 
with his ear that was responsible. Ann gently bit don on a convenient 
nipple. 

The reaction was small. The girl knew then that her mother was the one 
controlling Eddie. In retaliation, Aim's fingers clamped down as hard as 
possible on the trapped length of her brother's cock. 

That got a response from Eddie. He yelped and pleaded, "Watch it, damn you! 
That hurt!" 

She moved so that her fleecy pussy mound nabbed against her brother's 
aroused cock. Ann felt tremors race through Edddie's body in anticipation of 
fucking that tight, hot hole again. 

Joanne felt the sudden change in her son's behavior, too. She heard what Ann 
said and wasn't pleased. Joanne told her daughter, "You're too greedy, dear. 
You got his cock last time. It's my turn. Come sit on his face and he can 
eat you out. But I get his prick this time!" Ann sighed. There was no use 
arguing with her mother. She'd heard that determined note in her voice 
before, and Ann resigned herself to a cunt-lapping. 

But there'd be other times she could have Eddie all to hiemelf. He was a 
well-hung stud and one of the best lays she'd ever found in her short but 
active sex life, Move over, darling. I'm so damn hot now I can't wait any 
longer for Eddie to flick me!" Joanne moved with the lithe grace of a 
lioness as she flowed down her son's body. 

Eddie watched her trim legs flash, then she had straddled his hard-on. 
Joanne held his prick in a firm grip and began to move the head of his cock 
up and down her gash. The woman's face was soon masked in a look of sheer 
delight. The feeling that rocketed into her body were soooo nice! 

Eddie felt the attentions his cock was receiving and moaned in pleasure. The 
tickly feel of his mother's pussy hair on the sensitive tip of his knob 
drove nails of delight into his balls. The wet, slick feel of Joanne's juice 
trickling out of her cunt ran down his shaft and began to mat the hair 
around his balls. 

When Joanne stopped, fumbled for a moment and then lifted her body up in the 
air, Eddie was prepared for the sudden carnal shock to his system. As the 
full weight of his mother's body drove down around his prick, he wasn't 
anywhere near ready for the full intensity of the experience. 

His entire cock instantly vanished up her fuck-hole. His prick was engulfed 
in hot, gripping pussy flesh that threatened to smash him flat. The heat 
seared at his tool as his pecker raced along the carnal sheath into his 
mother's belly. 

Eddie gulped and could only groan, "Ooohhh, Christ!" If the sudden shock to 
Eddie's body was huge, it was even more Violent to Joanne's. She tensed her 
thigh muscles and raised herself up for the plunge downward to be impaled an 
that luscious spike of prick. Her cunt muscles contracted slightly with the 
effort and tightened an already small hole. 

Her hand positioned that cock and then she dropped full weight. Her aim was 
slightly off. Eddie's cock penetrated her cunt, then seemed to hang up fat a 
brief instant. She gasped with the erotic shock that assaulted her body. 

Then her inner juices greased her cunt sufficiently for the prick to 
continue its battering journey up her quiff. Joanne gulped as she felt 
Eddie's entire eight inches of dick smash into her guts. 

Her tightened cunt muscles made the initial flicking all the more enjoyable. 
She felt the broad purpled head of his peter surge through her twat. When 
his rod was full length inside her sheath of flaming-hot flesh, Joanne 
reached down and compressed her pussylips around the shaft of cock that so 
surely impaled her. 

When she diddled with her pussylips, it heightened the sensation for both of 
them. Eddie felt as if he'd flicked into the tightest, hottest cunt in 
existence. And Joanne felt added stimulation in her twatlips so lewdly 
sucking at her son's prick She felt filled to overflowing with her son's 
throbbing dong As the woman began to lift and fall on her teenager's buried 
tool, the friction mounted inside her cunt. The feel of the smooth piston 
driving up and down inside her box was exactly the medicine she needed to 
take her mind off all her problems. 

Sex was great medicine. How could she possibly think of anything but the 
wonderful sensation of having a hard, jerking cock buried in her needy cunt? 
She was lost in the world of fucking as she speeded up her rising and 
falling around Eddie's straining cock. 

The boy was about driven out of his mind with pleasure. The wet, lewd 
sucking noise as hit mother rose was quickly replaced with a plopping noise 
as she allowed gravity to smash her cunt down around his prick. 

His dick was being buried balls deep inside that steamy hot, powerfully 
gripping cunt each time. 

Joanne made her up and don fucking motion. And he wasn't having to exert 
himself at all. Eddie just had to lie back and enjoy being fucked! He 
started to say something when he found his face covered with pussy. Ann had 
straddled his face and thrust her twat. down to his mouth for oral 
attention. She felt cheated by her mother. 

She'd wanted the cock that was reaming out her mother's greedy little curd. 
And Ann needed the sexual release as badly as Joanne. 

"Go ahead, Eddie, start sucking!" was all the trapped boy Could hear as 
Ann's tender thighs pressed firmly against his head. 

The hairy slit presented to him Was already beaded with tiny droplets of 
cunt juice. His tongue flicked out and trapped the succulent, tasty drops of 
Ann's inner secretions one at a lime. Each time his feathery touch 
stimulated Ann, she moaned and pressed her cunt down even closer to his 
mouth. 

"Damn you, Eddie, stuff your tongue in me! I want your damned tongue inside 
my cunt!" Eddie wasn't about to hurry with his tongue job. He was enjoying 
it too much. His mother fucking herself -on his cock and now his sister 
stuffing her twat into his face meant nothing but a hell of a lot of 
pleasure for him. He wasn't going to pass up this opportunity! Eddie's 
tongue began a slow trip from one end of Ann's twatlips to the other. He 
gently parted the labes with his tongue to drink in as much of her tasty 
cunt juice as he could. The slightly bitter taste just aroused him more as 
he licked and sucked. 

He pulled a flap of Ann's outer cuntlip into his mouth and began to gently 
nibble on it. Ann climaxed. 

After the violent racking of her body had subsided, Eddie began to lightly 
run his tongue up and down the edge of the trapped labe. Ann's body began to 
rock back and forth and her breathing came in tortured gasps of pleasure. 

Eddie moved carefully up and down the sensitive edges of his sister's 
twatlips one more time to make sure he'd trapped every last drop of her cunt 
juice. Then, without warning, he rammed his tongue as hard and fast into her 
cunt hole as he could. 

Ann had another orgasm. 

Eddie was almost drowned by the sudden gush of pussy juice. And his tongue 
felt the velvety rippling of the convulsing cunt walls. His sister's twat 
was racked and tossed by the violence of her come. The teenager continued to 
run his tongue up and down the ripply cunt walls, feeling the hidden muscles 
that could grip and squeeze dry an unsuspecting cock stuffed in there. 

When he began to suck out all his sister's juices, Ann moaned out, "That's 
sooo gooood! Keep doing it, Eddie! Oh, please, keep tongue-fucking meee! 
AIIIEEE!" lick had set off another orgasm by sucking on Ann's cit. All of 
this pleased Eddie. He was able to bring his sister off three times using 
only his mouth. 

And he W85 getting a taste treat that couldn't be matched! Ann's legs 
clamped down firmly on his ears, deafening him to the world. All the 
teenager knew was what he could feel. His sight was incredibly erotic-his 
sister's boiling, churning cunt. But his sense of taste and feel were the 
most important to him. 

As he diddled a bit with Ann's inner cuntlips, he knew that she'd have 
another orgasm very soon. There was a tension in her body. He. felt the 
tides of passion rising in her again as mare and more pussy juices leaked 
out to dribble down his chin. 

Eddie suddenly rammed his hard tongue all the way up Ann's cunt. Then he 
began a mock-fucking with his tongue, shaving in, then pulling out with a 
corkacrewing motion. Every single square inch of his sister's pussy he could 
reach was touched lightly by his tongue. The flashing, quick motions sent 
lance after lance of joy searing through Ann's nervous system. 

Her cunt was on fire. Acid seemed to burn her nerves. Her spine tinged with 
the onslaught of all the erotic attentions she was being given. - She caught 
her breath, sucked in a deep lungful of air, then as orgasm seized her 
again, screamed, "UUUNNNGGGHHH! I" The rocking motion back and forth on his 
face allowed Eddie to cram his tongue in and out of her gushing box with a 
fast and furious motion. All too soon for the girl, her orgasm died. - She 
was exhausted. Ann gently slipped off Eddie's face to watch the action still 
in progress between him and their mother. 

Joanne had continued her slow, rhythmic flicking. She rose slowly, then 
dropped full force to slam Eddie's prick- as far into her cunt as she could. 

With Ann off his face, Eddie could see what was going on over his groin. 
He'd felt it, sure, but seeing his mater strain up and down, the look of 
pleasure on her face, made it all the more erotic and stimulating. 

Joanne was twisting her hips as she rose. Inside, she felt as if she were 
being pulled apart. Her cunt was tight enough and Eddie's cock large enough, 
that she was stretched and pulled with every flicking. By turning as she 
rose and dropped, her inner tissues were pulled in new and ultrastimulating 
directions. 

As if flits had been set, her entire cunt blazed with a want that she had 
never before experienced. She was hot for her son, his cock and flicking. 
She wanted the mast pleasure out of this that she could get. As long as she 
was fucking, she didn't have to think of all the horrid things the world had 
done to her, all the incredible demands that were being placed upon her. 

The feel of a massive cock buried full length in her quiff was sheer heaven. 
As it jerked and pulsed with a life of its own, Joanne tightened her stomach 
muscles to clamp down hard on it. She didn't want to let his rod go as she 
lifted her hips upward. 

The cock reluctantly slipped out as she gripped firmly with her strong cunt 
muscles. An obscene sucking noise signaled when she rose. A frantic gulping 
noise occurred when Joanne lowered her box around that impaling spike of 
carnal prick. 

The slow fires began to flare and blaze merrily as she continued to fuck her 
son. When Eddie reached up and nabbed both of her fits, Joanne came. The 
feel of her son's fingers pressing firmly into her boobs was all that she 
needed to get off. Knives of delight jabbed into her chest and collided with 
the heat radiating upward from her fucked cunt. Together, the two sensations 
managed to smash into the barriers in her brain and give her the release of 
orgasm. 

This seemed to trigger an urge to flick as fast as she could on Eddie's 
cock. Joanne rose and fell faster and faster. She knew she must be bruising 
her son's balls, but she didn't care. All that really mattered to her was 
her own satisfaction.. 

"Oh, Eddie, keep your hands on my tits! It's so good!" Her son didn't obey, 
not totally. He kept one hand on her boob to tweak and play with the aroused 
nipple that pressed rock-hard under his thumb. His other hand went to 
Joanne's cunt. Eddie's hand traced its way down his mother's pussy mound 
until he found the juncture of her twatlips. There, growing like a tiny 
stalk in a field, was her cut. 

Eddie began stroking and pressing against his mother's clitoris until she 
was driven wild with passion. Joanne began flicking with complete abandon. 
She launched herself upward like a rocket, then dropped like a forge. 

The complete sensation she felt was unbearable heat. Every nerve in her body 
was overloaded. She felt the immense prick inside her cunt drilling up and 
down. Her own juices couldn't keep the channel lubricated enough. The 
friction built up to an unknown level. The fingering of her cit sent 
electric thrills throughout her stimulated body. The feel of her own son's 
hands on her lit, flicking back and forth across the pebble-hard nipple, 
launched battering rams of delight into her chest. With her breath coming in 
deep, convulsive gulps, Joanne came again. 

This time, Eddie's orgasm was set off along with that of his mother's. He 
felt his cock begin to expand to the breaking point. Then the fluid tide of 
his cum inched along his dong. When the cum reached the very tip of his 
cock, the boy thought he had ruptured a seam and burst apart. 

His jizz spewed forth and creamed his mother's cunt as thoroughly as it had 
ever been done. With the rocking motion she had already set up, Eddie lifted 
his hips off the pound and tried to thrust even deeper into the cunt driving 
down at his rod from above. 

His cock was grabbed in a velvet and iron grip when Joanne's cunt muscles 
were seized with orgasm. In a few minutes, Eddie was completely milked of 
his fizz. 

All too soon, his once-proud cock dribbled out of Joanne's fuck-hole. He 
watched the limp snake go to sleep between his legs while a thin stream of 
cum and cunt juice came out of his mother's quiff along with the limp tool. 

Exhausted, he gasped, "You're too much for me, Mom, too much!" Joanne's face 
seemed to radiate an inner glow. She was smiling, hair trailing down over 
her face from the exertions she had just been through. She brushed the hair 
back and told her son, "You're something else, kid, really something else. A 
damn good lay." "Well, what about me?" Ann demanded. 

Eddie arched his neck slightly and looked at his sister. "Well, for a 
beginner, you're not too bad!" Ann dumped a glass of ice water on Eddie for 
his impertinence. But he didn't care. He'd just had the most fulfilling 
sexual experience of his life. 

And Joanne had had her mind temporarily taken off Lee's condition. She had 
been able to leave the harsh realities of the world to become lost in a 
carnal paradise. 

The woman was glad that her son and daughter were so free and liberated. She 
didn't know how she could possibly deal with all the problems that had been 
dumped on her without their support, both spiritual and physical. 

Especially sexual! 

CHAPTER TEN 

The trio caught their breaths for a few minutes, then Joanne told Eddie 
"You'd better go down to the hospital and find out what can be done for Lee. 
Ann and I'll wait here. I just can't bear to see tat place again. I might 
run into that evil pig, Parley." Eddie had thoughts of what he would like to 
do to Dr. Parley. Mere torture wasn't good enough. He'd castrate the bastard 
with a dull knife. He'd skin him and then boil him in oil. 

But the teenager knew he wouldn't be able to do any of those things. What 
Parley had done was perfectly legitimate. It was Joanne who had fallen for 
it. She had been distraught and confined. She didn't know what was 
happening, and Fancy had taken advantage of the situation to get laid. 

Eddie looked over at the naked beauty of his mother-her high, firm fits with 
their rosy areolas, the smooth, slightly domed belly and the lustrous sheen 
of her juice-matted pussy hair. The alabaster of her thighs seemed to give 
added brilliance to her juice-matted snatch. 

Seeing such beauty would have tempted a saint. Eddie couldn't blame Farley 
all that much. And the doctor hadn't really hurt Joanne. Not like Lee King 
had. 

Getting fucked and getting beaten up, humiliated, and raped were entirely 
different games. 

"Okay, I'll see what can be done. I'll be back as soon as possible with the 
word." Eddie dressed and quickly left. If he didn't hurry, he would want to 
linger. With both Ann and his mother still naked, he could feel the 
stirrings of lust in his depleted cock again; He knew that if he did get 
another hard-on, he'd be sore after he fucked both of them again. Eddie 
wanted to save his precious prick for later. 

He had all the time in the world to screw both his mother and his lovely 
sister. 

Eddie learned what he could at the hospital, then silently returned home to 
discuss it with his mother. This news wasn't very good. He would have to 
break it to her as gently as possible. 

He walked in and found Joanne seated on the sofa, alone. Ann had gone out, 
apparently, and left her mother alone for the time being. 

Eddie was secretly glad. It would be better to have a short talk with Joanne 
before confronting 

Ann with the bad news. 

The look on his face told Joanne all she really needed to know. She said, 
"It's pretty bad, isn't it? He's not going to make it?" Eddie shook his 
head. "I talked with a couple of the doctors. They're willing to do the 
operation, but he doesn't have one chance in ten of living. And if he does 
pull through, he's had so much brain damage, hell be nothing but a 
vegetable." Joanne didn't cry. Her eyes remained absolutely dry, as dry as 
her voice when she asked, "What do we do? Just let him kick off?" Eddie 
paused for a moment. He'd have let the bastard die a long time ago, but his 
mother probably had different ideas. He had to phrase this just right. 

"I think that would be the most humane thing we could do. It's no good 
trying to keep him alive with odds against him like that. And think of the 
strain on all of us-you, especially." "That doesn't matter. Dammit, I still 
love that son of a bitch!" "Then you'll see that he wouldn't want to go 
through the rest of his life just lying in a bed, not able to move. He might 
even be able to think, but he'd be trapped in a paralyzed body. It would be 
a life sentence." "And is that better than the death penalty?" Eddie flared 
up, "After what he did to you and Ann, he deserves it!" The teenager cooled 
down a bit and continued, "Look, Mom, all you have to do is tell the doctors 
to stop giving him any of the drugs. Tell them to quit and Lee'll die in 
less than twenty minutes. He won't even feel any pain. He's just being kept 
alive until something can be worked out I didn't find a single doctor who 
was the least bit optimistic about the chances of Dad pulling through." "You 
think that's the best thing to do? Let him die?" Joanne's voice was low, 
strained. 

"'Yes." "All right. I'll go along with your decision; then. You're the man 
of the house now and should make decisions like this." "He's your husband," 
Eddie reminded her. 

'But you're the man around here now." Joanne said it so that it seemed that 
the weight of the world was on Eddie. 

"Better call the hospital and tell them what you've decided. I can't do it 
since you're legally his next of kin." The phone call was made and Joanne 
returned, a tear trickling down each, cheek. It hadn't been as easy for her 
as Eddie had first thought. The strain of ordering her husband's death was 
getting to her in a big way, a way that needed comforting. 

"Come on over here by me, Mom," Eddie said gently. 

"Oh,Eddie!" Joanne broke down and cried. Eddie cradled her head against his 
shoulder. He let her cry for a while, then began rocking her back and forth 
just as he would a young child. 

"It'll be all right, Mom. You made the right move. It was the right thing to 
do." "I . . . I just don't know, Eddie. I just don't know. Hold me close! It 
feels so good to have a man's arms around me!" Eddie began to stroke his 
mother's hair. It hadn't been brushed, but it was still lustrous. He. 
smoothed her golden-blonde hair and stroked up and don her back. He could 
feel her spine tense and relax. He knew that she was going through some 
pretty rough times. 

"Just think of how rotten Lee treated you. Just think of the awful things he 
did to Ann. Try to erase him from your mind. That'll be the best thing you 
can do." Eddie knew that it wouldn't be that easy for the woman. No one 
erased a husband from their minds when they'd been married as long as Lee 
and Joanne had. 

Eddie carefully lifted his mother's tear-strained face and gently kissed her 
lips. The kiss deepened. Joanne parted her lips and with a frantic urgency 
created by her grief, shoved her tongue into Eddie's mouth. The oral 
acrobatics kept Eddie occupied for some time. 

Joanne felt Eddie's tongue against the top of hers. She began to swirl and, 
rotate her tongue around his, stroking and caressing. She had to let him 
know how much she loved him, how much she needed him now in her time of 
stress. 

Eddie's hands moved to the front of Joanne's flimsy dressing gown. He began 
to unfasten the string ties while their tongues continued to roll over and 
over in his mouth. 

When the last tie was undone, Joanne's tempting tits tumbled out into 
Eddie's hands. He felt the smooth skin of his mother's boobs, then knew that 
wouldn't be enough. He'd have to have more. The teenager was going to stuff 
them into his mouth and suck for all he was worth. That should give both of 
them the nervous-energy release that seemed to be called for. 

Eddie broke off the kiss and quickly engulfed one of Joanne's jugs. His 
tongue stabbed out and lightly touched the rock-hard mushroom perched on the 
tap of the marshmallowy mound. 

"Oh, Eddie, that's heavenly!" Joanne said. She laced her fingers through his 
long hair and pulled his face to her chest. She needed him to take as much 
of her boob into his mouth as possible. The wet feeling was nice, but his, 
mouth promised so much more! Joanne felt her nipple stiffening under her 
songs tongue. Eddie shoved down hard with his tongue, then began to make 
slow loops and spirals around the erect nubbin of nipple. 

Stabs of sweet torture racked the woman's body. She felt electric surges 
volt into her every time Eddie's dextrous, wet tongue touched her tit. When 
he sucked in the entire top of her boob, Joanne moaned out, "That's great, 
Eddie! Oh, thank you, thank you!" The teenager began to pull as much of the 
mound of tit flesh into his mouth as he could. It was impossible to get all 
of the sweet, soft meat into his hungering mouth-but he tried. 

God, did he try! His teeth left red tracks oh the slopes of Joanne's 
knocker. He bit down lightly, provocatively, to stir his mother's emotions 
even more. When he felt the quivering of her flesh, the trembling of her 
body., he knew that he had succeeded in arousing her. 

Joanne felt her crotch grow wet with desire for her own son. She could' 
never quite understand the attraction she felt for Eddie. Was it that he was 
so much like Lee in appearance? Was it that Eddie was so different in the 
way he made love? Whatever the reason,. Joanne King wanted-her son to fuck 
her. 

"Take me now, Eddie, quick! I need you inside me! Fuck mc like you never 
have before!" Eddie was too occupied with gnawing away at the hard little 
button of nipple on his mother's lit. He'd get down to that fleecy triangle 
wet with lust in a few minutes. He wasn't going to rush things. Not now 
after discovering a gourmet's treat. 

The youth's tongue flashed out and began to circle the base of his mother's 
boob. Every single square inch of tit flesh was covered by his lapping, 
licking, probing tongue as he spiraled upward to the summit of the erotic 
crest. On top of the mountain of boob, Eddie began to flick the erect spire 
of nipple back and forth with his tongue. 

When his mother moaned again, louder, Eddie gripped the base of the 
saliva-wet jug and squeezed. As he did so, his tongue drove down into the 
nipple like a pile driver. He pushed the hard mushroom as far into the soft 
flesh as he could. 

Joanne felt dual sensations. The pinching action on her boob made her 
tremble and water even more from her aroused pussy. But the boy's tongue 
shoving her nipple into her Ut drove her into a wild sexual frenzy. She 
couldn't keep her body under control. As if it had become independent of her 
control, her chest shoved forward hard and fast. 

She wanted as much of her jug inside Eddie's mouth as possible. The pleasure 
he was giving her could be doubled, tripled, if only he would take more of 
her firmly fleshed boob into his mouth. Joanne was sure of that! But Eddie 
had tired of the succulent flesh of her tits. He decided the time was right 
to move on. He gently on the protruding bud, then began working his way down 
the underside of his mother's boob. 

His rough, pink tongue wiggled back and forth over sensitive skin as he 
worked down to the 'slightly domed expanse of Joanne's belly. When Eddie 
found the deep, well-like depression of his mother's navel, the teenager 
couldn't refrain from letting his tongue take a quick trip around the hole, 
then dive down inside. 

Once down, he wiggled his tongue as hard and fast as he could. Joanne felt 
her body invaded by a weird group of sensations. The wetness, the roughness 
of her son's tongue, the stimulation of the flesh on her stomach, even the 
drying saliva tracks across her belly all added to her sexual gratification. 

But she still needed a hard cock stuffed into her cunt. Badly. 

Eddie's mouth left the gentle depression of his mother's belly button and 
moved downward to more exciting territory. He smelled the aroused, musky 
scent of cunt juice.~ He knew that Joanne s twat was gushing forth 
lubricants in anticipation of his stiff cock. 

Eddie thought about fucking his mother for a few minutes while he was 
nuzzling in the forest of her tangled, honey-blonde pussy hair. The cunt 
mound was growing damp with the spread of Joanne's juices. That decided 
Eddie on his next course of action. 

He wouldn't fuck her with his hard prick. As much as he wanted to shove his 
stiff dick into her yearning cunt over and over, to fuck her until she 
begged for mercy, he wouldn't This time, he'd enjoy the full taste of making 
love to his mother. He'd give her the eating out of her life. 

Eddie's tongue wiggled and twitched through the hair of his mother's cunt 
mound before he found the edge of her pussylips. Joanne felt an intense 
surge throughout her body when her son's tongue touched her puffy gash. 

She felt his wet mouth move along the twin flaps of her twat. She felt a 
vacuum cleaner of a mouth suck the juices from her cunt. She felt Eddie 
begin a slow, agonizing trip from one end of her pink slit to the other, 
licking and stimulating her the entire way. Electrical discharges volted 
into her cunt, made it water even more. 

When Eddie's tongue stabbed hard and fast into her cunt, Joanne came. Her 
climax racked her body and gripped her muscles in a vise-tight grip. She 
didn't feel the added flood of cunt juices she showered onto her lover-son's 
face. 

But Eddie was sucking too hard to surrender and drawn in that carnal flood. 
He enjoyed the succulence of the inner oils from his mother's cunt. The 
salty, slightly acrid taste made his hard-on quiver and feel as if it would 
pop at any second. 

The teenager controlled his desires and continued to tongue and suck for all 
he was worth. He wanted to give his mother the best tongue job he was 
capable of giving. He wanted her to be satisfied. To take her mind off the 
death sentence that had been meted out to Lee King. 

He succeeded. 

"More, Eddie! Oh God, moooore!" Joanne cried out. 

Eddie didn't answer. He was too busy slurping up the tasty flood from 
Joanne's pussy. His tongue twirling drove relentlessly into the woman's 
inner sheath. He felt the velvet-lined channel of her cunt ripple and pulse 
with desire for him. The youth even felt the powerful muscular contraction 
when another orgasm seized Joanne. 

The youth knew that he was doing everything right by the number and 
intensity of the orgasms he was giving his mother. And he was just using his 
tongue! What could he be doing if he shoved his steely-hard, throbbing prick 
far tap her cunt? His pink tongue began to rim the fur-lined cunt mouth. His 
saliva mixed with the thicker cunt juice that dribbled out of his mother's 
snatch. The bristly hairs stung and tickled his tongue, but the boy kept up 
his muff-diving. 

Soon, her meek little clitoris poked its head out of the sheath of 
protective flesh to see what was going on. Eddie pounced on it like a cat on 
~ mouse. His mouth covered the tiny pillar of erectile tissue. He knew this 
was where it was really at with Joanne. It was the center of all ~her sexual 
feelings. 

He wouldn't neglect her cunt. 

His tongue looped out and began to swirl and spiral around the delicate 
fleshy organ. Joanne's body was constantly tossed and racked by 
uncontrollable passion now. Whenever Eddie touched, her clitoris, she felt 
jabs of intense lightning blast though her gut. She was being turned to 
water inside. She felt weak. The woman could do nothing but lie back and 
enjoy, and thrust her hips forward to expose her snatch and cum button to 
Eddie's questing tongue. 

Eddie. had trapped the cit and wasn't going to let it go. He was laying it 
with his saliva and allowing the flood of Joanne's cunt liquids to flow over 
the delicate organ. When he began to lightly suck the pleasure-button into 
his mouth, Joanne came again. 

The rocking and bucking and bunching of her body was a minor distraction for 
the teenager. He was too engrossed in sampling the little pleasure center to 
give up his post even for a second. 

Eddie began to lightly gnaw on the cit. Each time his teeth close6 down on 
her flesh, Joanne twitched and wiggled her hips. She tried to press even 
closer to her son. She wanted more of this incredible mouth love. She wanted 
Eddie to tongue-flack her some more. 

She was starved for anything he would do to her! The youth wasn't going to 
disappoint her. His own cock urged him on. It was becoming painful it was so 
stiff, but Eddie was enjoying the taste of his mother's cunt too much to 
even think of poking his long prod into her cunt. 

Like a kitten lapping milk, Eddie's tongue leaped out and began a long, lewd 
licking at Joanne's twatlips. He started at the juncture where the cit was 
thinly erect and pulsing with every beat of his mother's heart. He worked 
his way dawn past the opening to her cunt and sampled the fluids leaking out 
past the twin flaps of blood-engorged labes. Then he worked back to the 
sensitive perineum, that wondrous area between cunt and asshole. 

When Joanne quivered and raised her hips for Eddie to give him access to her 
perineum, she also raised her butt off the sofa. That exposed her asshole to 
the lusting youth. It was an opportunity too good to pass up. 

Eddie found the tightly held little bung and began to caress it with his wet 
tongue. Joanne's brownie was soon drenched with saliva. When Eddie began 
worming his tongue~ tip into her shitter, Joanne cried out, "No, Eddie, NO! 
Not there! Don't. . . don't bugger me!" Eddie smiled as best he could and 
continued to dull his tongue up his mother's asshole. This was as much fun 
as eating her out. Her cunt was juicy and tasty, but this was. . . kinky! 
Eddie finally managed to get his tongue past the tense, strained ring of 
muscle. His tongue surged into Joanne's ass. He began a slow back and forth 
motion of mock-flicking. I couldn't get his tongue very far up his mother's 
asshole, but the excitement came in trying! He reached out and gripped both 
of his mother's buttcheeks in his hands. He loved the way the tender flesh 
seemed to flow under his grip. The pliant skin rippled and moved like putty 
under his fingers. Eddie pulled as hard as he could to separate the buns. 

When he'd done this, he found he could slam his cock-hard tongue even 
further up Joanne's asshole. Eddie wiggled his tongue around inside the 
tight, slimy shitter. The action stimulated both of them, although Joanne 
didn't want to admit it. 

She had little choice, however. Her body betrayed her arousal. She came 
again. 

"God! Chriiiist! FUUUCCCKKK!!" Eddie continued wiggling his tongue, making 
brief excursions up and down the sweaty crack of Joanne's . ass. His fingers 
became sweaty from holding apart her asscheeks and slipped. 

When that happened, Eddie found his tongue trapped between the two slabs of 
ass meat. He slipped his tongue back and forth a few times trying to locate 
her bung again. He failed in his attempts. 

Knowing that he had just about finished with all the mouth-flicking he could 
give his mother, Eddie moved his face away from Joanne's crotch. He was 
surprised to see the drawn, gaunt look on her face. For a brief instant, he 
was afraid that he'd done something horrible to his own mother. 

Joanne's first words reassured the youth, "Damn, but that was fine, Eddie. 
It really took all my energy. You're as good with that tongue of yours as 
you are with your prick." At the mention of his prick, Eddie looked between 
his legs. The straining pillar of his cock was still trapped inside his 
jeans. No wonder he was feeling such intense pain! His dick begged to be out 
in the open air so it could scout around for a nice, juicy pussy to embed 
itself in! When Eddie unzipped his fly, the purple-headed prick jumped out 
with the power of a battering ram smashing into a door. He watched his cock 
quiver and throb. 

Joanne couldn't miss the lovely sight of an erect dong, either. 

She gently said, "Now that you've given me pleasure, it's time I did the 
same for you." Eddie wouldn't have turned down that invitation for anything 
in the world! 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Eddie," Joanne said, her voice low and husky from the sex she had been 
enjoying so much, "let me give you some - of the pleasure you've been giving 
me." Eddie eyed his mother's exposed body, then thought about her 
tantalizjng asshole. He'd never flicked a woman up the butt before. The mere 
idea made his cock quiver and throb with renewed vigor. The youth felt as if 
his prick would explode cum all over the place just thinking about fucking 
his mother's ass. 

Joanne seemed to read Eddie's mind. She said, "How would you like to screw 
me... up the rear?" Eddie's eyes widened at the thought. It was something 
he'd never turn down. He wasn't stupid! To be fucking that ultratight hole 
would be nothing short of a carnal paradise! "You bet!" he cried eagerly. 
"There's nothing I'd rather be doing with.. . this!" Eddie held his jerking 
dong out for Joanne to see. The plum-colored head seemed to expand as he 
talked. The woman licked her lips and took a deep breath. Thinking of what 
his dick would feel like as it raced up her butt made her juicy in the cunt 
again. She'd love to have Eddie's massive cock inside her cunt, fucking the 
living hell out of her. 

But to have that massive pole in her ass, fucking her tightest hole was 
something that she longed for even more! Joanne quickly slipped entirely out 
of her dressing gown as Eddie removed his clothes. They had to be naked for 
the fuck to be fully enjoyable to both of them. There was nothing quite as 
seductive or erotic as seeing naked flesh gleaming in the light, sweat 
shining brightly on thrashing limbs, the sight of juicy pussy and throbbing 
hard prick. 

In a flash, Joanne was down on her hands and knees with her ass wiggling in 
the air. Eddie swallowed hard. The sight of his mother's gently rounded butt 
sticking up in the air was almost too much for him. His balls tumbled and 
churned and felt like they'd blast apart at any instant. 

The teenager calmed his raging nuts down. He wouldn't come until his dong 
was buried balls deep up that inviting ass wobbling around in front of him. 

Joanne knew that the sight of her rear was driving Eddie wild with passion. 
To be flicked doggie-style was fun, but she really got off on the idea of 
having her ass fucked. But it had to be hard. Rough. Even brutal or she 
couldn't get the full enjoyment out of a cornholing that she should. 

Joanne told. Eddie, "Be rough. Don't worry about hurting me! I need you 
screwing my asshole fast and hard and big! And rough!" Eddie licked his lips 
as he placed his hands on the cool half-moons of Joanne's butt. The flesh 
was pliant, seemed to glow with an inner radiance all of its own. He wanted 
nothing mare than to allow his animal passions to run rampant, to fuck her 
ass as wildly and brutally as he could. 

Yet the boy hesitated. That was the way his father did things. His father 
would have virtually butt-raped. Joanne. Could he do anything that crass? 
But wasn't his mother asking him to be rough? She had to get off on it or 
she wouldn't have been so plaintive in her demands for a hard and fast 
buggering. 

"Ready, Mom?" "Ready!" Eddie's fingers slipped into the dank, humid crack of 
his mother's ass. The area was slick with sweat from their earlier 
lovemaking. Eddie could still feel his saliva mixed with the sweat from his 
mother's body. 

The slipperiness excited him even more. He squeezed down and felt the ass 
flesh flow under his fingers. He began rotating the blobs of meat under his 
hands. He tried to rip the lovely globes off his mother's body. He pulled. 
He strained. He moved the buns in different directions. 

Joanne loved it. 

The feeling of having Eddie's hands on her rump was exciting. But the sudden 
tearing feeling deep in her gut was even more exciting. That twisting and 
turning of her ass made her feel nerves explode into action that had lain 
sleeping inside her for too long. 

The brutal action of her son's hands on her butt created a sexual beast 
inside her. She panted in reaction. Her bean beat faster. The sound of blood 
pounded in her ears. The woman was becoming totally roused by the 
manhandling of her butt. 

"That's it, Eddie! That's the way! Treat me rough! Make me feel the pain all 
the way up my belly!" Eddie continued his ripping and tearing actions. He 
pulled with all his might. He shoved and pulled at the same time. Then, in a 
flash of inspiration, he began to swat his mother's ass with the flat of his 
hand. 

Rosy-red streaks began to appear. Her buns began to turn fiery red as slap 
after slap landed. Eddie quickened the speed of his blows. He was really 
getting into paddling his mother with his hand. 

Joanne's body went berserk. She felt the sharp sting from his blows on her 
ass. They rocketed into her body and quickened her pulse even more. But the 
swats also unlocked hidden desires in her body. 

The woman felt her cunt begin to water. The cunt juice dribbled down her 
tender inner thigh. The hair of her pussy mound became matted and soggy from 
her liquid lust. Every time Eddie's hand smacked into her butt, new 
sensations pummeled her brain. 

She was mildly getting turned on by this stimulating spanking. She wanted 
Eddie to continue. She needed him to spank her until her butt blistered. 

Eddie couldn't help but notice the gushing of juice out of his mother's 
pussy. He knew that he was doing the right thing in spanking her. She needed 
this pain to fully enjoy what was to come. 

Joanne's butt looked like it had been sunburned. It glowed a cherry red. 
Eddie began to land increasingly hard blows. Every time he pulled back, 
Joanne crouched. As his hand plummeted down, his mother would shove her ass 
back to make the slap even more painful. She was adding to her own perverse 
enjoyment by the seductive action of her hips. 

Eddie didn't miss the motion. it reminded him that he wanted to fuck her 
ass. His own cock was hurting painfully. If he wanted to take advantage of 
the wanton woman he had created, to get her to shove back' into his groin as 
his mighty sword of hard cock penetrated her asshole, he'd have to do it 
soon. 

"Ready for this yet?" Eddie asked, not giving a damn if his mother was or 
not. 

He lunged forward with his iron-hard prick in search of the tiny little 
bung. Eddie missed. He couldn't possibly have guided~ his raging dong 
without taking it firmly in hand. 

The pain echoed back along his shaft and screamed in his balls. He'd have to 
do better than that! Eddie eased himself forward until he found the gaping 
hole of. Joanne's cunt. The juice squirting out of that hole beckoned to 
him. Eddie realized that he'd need a bit of lubrication oil his prick or 
he'd never be able to get into Joanne's asshole. 

With a quick, practiced motion, Eddie crammed his cock balls deep up 
Joanne's cunt. 

The unexpected entry into her pussy made his mother gasp. She felt the 
mighty, quivering pecker sear her innards. The racing piston of pleasure 
warmed her inside. She could feel the prick jerking with-unbridled lust for 
her. The walls of her cunt transmitted the slightest motion to her brain. 

Joanne's body trembled in reaction. She hadn't been expecting Eddie to fuck 
her cunt. She had been tensed and ready for a forceful entry up her ass. But 
she'd do the best she could with his prick where it was. The woman clamped 
down on her son's cock with her powerful cunt muscles. She felt the big blue 
vein on the top of Eddie's prick rub against her sensitive inner walls. The 
juices squirted out around his plug of meat and continued to dribble down 
her inner leg. The broad, hood-shaped knob seemed to expand inside her 
snatch. She reveled in the sensation of being filled to overflowing with 
rock-hard pecker. Eddie's prick was the best thing in the world for Joanne. 
She enjoyed his buried cock to the fullest. 

The woman wiggled her hips the smallest bit to stimulated her son to further 
activity. 

Eddie wanted to fuck in and out of his mother's clasping cunt as wildly as 
he could. But he still had his sights set on something else. That tiny 
asshole Was more inviting. It promised to be even tighter and hotter than 
this steamy cunt. 

The boy wasn't going to pass that up for a replay of the times he had 
already flicked his mother's twat. 

The teenager withdrew slowly. The smacking noise filled the air and sound6d 
obscene. As Eddie finally broke the vacuum he had created inside Joanne's 
cunt, his prick snapped free of the powerfully clutching muscles in her 
belly. 

His cock glistened with twat juice. He looked at its shaking length and knew 
he was ready for the butt-flicking he had started. 

Eddie grabbed two handfuls of his mother's ass again and pulled-hard! 
"OOOOHHH! That hurrrts!" she cried. Eddie ignored her pleas. She had wanted 
it hard, rough. That was the way she was going to get it. 

Eddie positioned his cockhead against his mother's tiny asshole. The hard 
muscle wasn't going to let him in without a fight. Eddie began to push 
against the ring of rock-hard muscle. 

He started with a slow, insistent pressure. When he felt her bung starting 
to melt under his onslaught, the boy pushed even harder. 

With. the suddenness of a summer storm, his mighty dong surged up his 
mother's asshole. In a split second, his dick was surrounded by the 
tightest, hottest female flesh he'd ever felt. 

Eddie's full eight inches of cock had raced up Joanne's ass and was now 
buried balls deep inside her bowels. 

If the suddenness surprised Eddie, it both surprised and hurt Joanne. One 
instant, her asshole was resisting the invasion. The next, it felt as if a 
burning poker had been shoved into her guts. The sudden intrusion made her 
feel as if she were being ripped apart. Membrane stretched to take the 
monster cock suddenly gouging into her tight butt. 

Tissue pulled in odd directions inside her body. Her ass seemed to be filled 
with molten lead. Her bowels burned with the enema of Eddie's cock stirring 
around inside her. 

"UHHHH!!" Joanne screamed. She hadn't realized it would hurt this much! All 
thought was shoved from Joanne's brain. AM that remained was her body's own 
actions. She began to respond to the fucking of her ass on an instinctive, 
animal level. She was a bitch in heat. She wanted her stud to fuck her as 
brutally as possible. 

Her hips seemed to move of their own volition. She crammed herself back into 
Eddie's groin to take his torturing, tormenting prick even deeper into her 
brutalized guts. 

Eddie felt the soft asscheeks rubbing against his hairy thighs. The gentle 
stimulation broke him out of his reverie. He could have stayed buried eight 
inches up Joanne's ass all day long. The heat, the intense pressure all 
around his cock made him sure he'd flicked into a surgeon's glove filled 
with boiling hot water. 

He couldn't remember ever being in a hotter, tighter hole. This was 
something he had dreamed about but never thought existed. 

Eddie was sure that his prong would be burned off from the incredible heat 
coming from Joanne's asshole. He felt her twitching her hips, slowly moving 
her ass in small circles to stimulate him even more. The teenager decided 
that he'd put up with this enough-it was time to get down to serious 
fucking! Eddie pulled back a short ways and his cock almost slipped out of 
Joanne's bung. Only the hooded tip of his prick remained inside his mother's 
tight, burning hot asshole. With a powerful, savage lunge, Eddie crammed his 
full eight inches of dick back into its hot, hungry berth. 

The gasp of pain and pleasure from his mother spurred him on. Eddie began 
fucking the tight, clutching shitter with all his might. The tightening of 
the puckered ass sphincter seemed to grip down on his rod like a noose. 

The boy felt compressed, squeezed to death. But he continued his violent 
fucking. He was experiencing the most intense pleasure he could ever 
remember. 

One savage thrust forward threw Eddie full length onto his mother's back. He 
reached around and under her for support. When he realized that Joanne could 
support both of their weights, the teenager passionately clutched at her 
boobs. He took the pendulous, swinging blobs of tit flesh in his fists and 
squeezed as hard as he could. 

If Joanne wanted it rough, that was the way she'd get it! The woman moaned 
and her body twitched under his. Eddie continued the pistoning motion of his 
hips. He dr6ve as far up his mother's butt as he could with each thrust. The 
burning heat that surrounded his cock, the feel of the pliant boobs under 
his hands, the excited bucking of Joanne's body all drove him on. 

Joanne couldn't hold back the orgasm that had been building up in her loins. 
With the feel of Eddie's hard, gripping hands on her tits, she came. 

The fingerprints he left on her firm white flesh were only one indication of 
the ferocity of their fucking. Joanne's butt was still a bright red from the 
spanking Eddie had given her. The warmth from his hand radiated throughout 
her lower body and lighted the fires of desire. As Eddie stroked in and out 
of her asshole, Joanne knew that she could come again at any instant. 

The tearing, searing feeling as her son's prick raced in and out of her bung 
stimulated her more than she'd have ever thought possible. Every single 
action was calculated to drive her into a wild sexual frenzy. 

He was fucking her like an animal. She'd respond like an animal! "SHIIIT!" 
she screeched. Another orgasm tore through her as Eddie's monstrous dong 
slammed home up her ass again and again. 

She was filled with fire ants crawling, biting, stinging. The woman was 
driven to the brink of insanity with the lust she held for her own son. The 
feelings cascading through her body made her acutely aware of every singe 
nerve in her cunt, her asshole, her boobs. 

Joanne climaxed again. 

This time it was Eddie who cried out, "UUUUMMM! OOOHHHH!" as he felt the 
already firm tunnel he was reaming out collapse around his dong. The boy's 
cock was squashed flat by the powerful contractions that seized Joanne's 
body. Eddie knew that his rod would be squeezed to a pulp if the intense 
heat didn't burn his prong off to a nubbin first. 

This orgasm, though, triggered Eddie's come. He felt the hat sperm jetting 
along his fleshy firehose. In a split second, his cum. splattered Joanne's 
asshole. Eddie's cock seemed to explode with the violence of his orgasm. 

He hung on, bucking and bunching as hard as he could while his creamy, gooey 
cum rocketed into his mother's butt. Eddie gripped her jugs with feverish 
intensity, bruising her tits in his unbridled passion. 

But Joanne didn't, even notice. Another orgasm was rippling through her 
torso, shaking her like a huge earthquake. 

Together, the mother and son trembled and shook and humped together. The 
butt-fucking was soon over. Eddie's peter had been milked dry by the sucking 
hot tailpipe of his mother's ass. 

The fierce grasp he had on Joanne's tits relaxed. To neither's surprise, 
they were exhausted after the frantic fucking. 

They collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Joanne's ass still burned 
with fiery insistence where Eddie's prong had reamed her out. Delicate 
tissues had been rearranged, pulled out of shape. But it had been great. She 
had loved every second of the violent buggering! Eddie sighed, "That's about 
the best fucking, ever, Mom. The best I ever had." "Likewise, dear. You're 
going to be really good if you keep up the practice like this." Eddie 
started to laugh. He told his mother, "Most parents want their kid to 
practice the piano. And here you want me to practice and keep playing with 
you! That's really something else!" "But nice, very nice." Joanne paused for 
a moment to catch her breath. Then she continued, "You make me forget about 
Lee. That's what matters. You have a way of lifting me out of this world 
when you stuff that wonderful prick of yours into me." She looked at Eddie's 
"wonderful prick" and laughed. It had deflated into a sleeping worm, covered 
with his own cum. 

Eddie smiled. "Even the best of 'em have to go to sleep sometimes!" Joanne 
sighed. "And when I was just getting hot, too. Oh, well, maybe in a 
while..." CHAPTER TWELVE 

"Well, if lover boy can't do anything more, how about me?" came the voice 
from the front door. 

Joanne looked up to see Ann standing there. Somehow, the girl always managed 
to arrive on the scene just when she was needed the most. 

"You make an interesting offer, you better expect to be taken up on. it, 
girl!" Joanne laughed. 

The woman laughed even more when she saw the speed with ,which Ann stripped 
off her clothing. The girl was hot to trot. Eddie could only eye his 
sister's naked, gleaming body with admiration. All of his lust had been 
momentarily sadated in the wild- butt-fucking with his mother. He just 
didn't have it in him to have a go with Ann now. 

But he wished that he could have. He couldn't remember ever seeing her look 
more desirable. 

Eddie just had to face physiological facts, however, much to his 
disappointment. He wouldn't be getting a hard-on again for at least a 
half-hour. Not after the way Joanne had drained him of his spunk. 

Joanne held her arms out to Ann. Her daughter seemed to melt. She floated 
down into her mother's outstretched anus. Their lips met. First the kiss was 
light, almost a parody of a real kiss. 

Then Joanne allowed her lips to part slightly. That was all the invitation 
that Ann needed. Joanne felt the wet, dextrous pink tongue of her daughter 
leap into her mouth. Their tongues dueled. Performing acrobatic tasks, they 
managed to caress and stoke each other until the pair's breathing came heavy 
and excited. 

Joanne exerted a little pressure with her own tongue and forced Ann's back 
into her own mouth. Then she took the opportunity to fully explore her 
daughter's wet, dank oral cavern. Joanne's tongue cavorted about, tracing 
out each and every tooth. When Ann's tongue met hers, they began to spiral 
around each other again, occasionally drifting back and forth from one mouth 
to the other. 

Their fits were firmly pressed together throughout the oral foreplay. Joanne 
felt Ann's nipples harden and poke into her chest. Her own nipples were 
still hard and ready from the lovemaking with Eddie, she didn't need any 
further stimulation. 

She was ready for anything! Ann's roving hand stroked down across her 
mother's body until it found the juicy fur-pie between the slowly spreading 
legs. Joanne gasped when Aim's agile fingers shot up her cunt. Inside her 
pussy, Joanne felt her daughter's fingers flex and curl. The sensations that 
started again were tremendous. 

As Ann rubbed her mother's cit, Joanne began to explore her daughter's 
tender young body. With their fits rubbing against each other, no further 
stimulation was needed there. But Ann's ass was prominent. Joanne wondered 
if she could ass-finger Ann to a climax the way Eddie had done to her. 

A quick dip into the flowing well of Ann's pussy lubricated Jeanne's finger. 
Then the older woman found the tightly puckered little circle, of muscle 
guarding Ann's ass. 

Ann broke off the deep soul kiss when she felt her mother prodding at her 
asshole. 

"What what're you doing back there?" she asked, her voice shaky with 
suppressed longing. 

"Nothing, darling, nothing. Just keep on doing what you're doing. Your 
fingers feel so good in my cunt."' With that, Joanne managed to penetrate 
Ann's bung. The girl gasped, then almost collapsed forward onto her mother's 
body. The feel of a finger up her ass strangely stimulated her. It seemed 
perverse, kinky and sinflul. 

It also felt damned good! Joanne felt Ann's bung wiggling around her finger. 
It was just like putting on a tight glove. The heat and pressure around her 
slender finger gave her some' idea what it must have been like for Eddie to 
fuck repeatedly in and out of her butt. Sheer heaven! Ann thought that she 
was being stretched out of shape. She enjoyed the- feel of her mother's 
probing finger in her bung. She also hated it. It brought her pain. But it 
also brought her pleasure. The confusing combination was driving her wild 
with arousal. 

Her cunt gushed forth a continuous flow of juice now. Eddie was depleted. 
How could she satisfy the yearning in her pussy, her poor hungry pussy? The 
idea suddenly came to her. With a gymnast's agility, Ann managed to swing 
around and scissor her legs between Joanne's. Their legs interlocked like 
pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, Ann's ankle resting between her mother's tits and 
one of her mother's legs between her own succulent, budding fits. 

Like two sucking, hungry ~mouths, their cunts pressed into each other. By 
opening and closing her legs slightly, Ann found that she could spread her 
cuntlips and totally engulf those of her mother. The wet squishy noise 
showed how aroused both of the women were. 

Their cunt juices intermixed as they moved their twatlips in a deep, 
mock-kiss. 

Their snatches were pressed firmly together. As they moved, they stimulated 
each other's tits. Ann began rubbing her foot up and down along the slopes 
of Joanne's boobs. When her mother returned the favor, Ann came. 

The orgasm made her pussylips convulsively squeeze down on her mother's 
trapped ones. The wet, liquid noise showed the pressure that had been 
exerted on Joanne's labes. Together, the two women rocked and rolled back 
and forth on the rug. 

The tingly feeling spread throughout Joanne's cunt as she felt the soft, wet 
labes caressing her own pussylips. She didn't know where Ann had learned 
this trick, but she liked it a lot. It stimulated her cunt, gave her 
go-button a workout and the foot between the boobs was an added bonus. 

As they rolled over and over, the prickly sensation penetrated farther and 
farther into Joanne's body. She was hot and ready for still another orgasm, 
but she wanted to string her daughter out a little. Joanne felt Ann's leg 
twist slightly, then felt toes clutching at her nipples. 

Her daughter had still more tricks to show her! Ann's toes managed to clamp 
down hard on her mother's nipple. Just like fingers, the girl's toes began 
to rhythmically squeeze. With the same action, her pussylips began sucking 
away again at Joanne's cunt. 

As much as Joanne wanted to bring off her daughter, it seemed that Ann was 
working hard to do that very thing for her. Joanne decided to just lean back 
and let. Ann do what she would. it was so pleasant! Ann felt her mother's 
juices seep into her cunt. The tickly feeling from their mingled bushes 
began to drive her passions higher and higher. 

When her cunt touched the lush bush of Joanne's pussy mound, . that was all~ 
it took for Ann to achieve her orgasm. 

"AAAAIIEEE! OHHHH! UUUUMMM!" She was totally incoherent with her lustful 
cries. Ann was consumed with passion. She couldn't control her body as she 
rocked back and forth, driving her cunt -into her mother's with brutal, 
bruising force. 

The labes parted and took some of the force that the young girl was dishing 
out. Joanne hung onto Ann's ankle and pulled the leg in tight to her chest. 
Nestled between her boobs, the leg couldn't escape Joanne's agile tongue as 
she began to lick the sole of Ann's foot. 

The tickling action drove Ann into a frenzy. She bucked and hunched like a 
wild woman. The passions assaulting her body were given fresh force with the 
taunting action of her mother's tongue on the bottom of her happed foot. 

Finally tiring of the exotic torture, Joanne concentrated on her own cunt 
muscles. She began squeezing Ann's pussylips like the girl had been doing 
with hers. 

Ann gasped and climaxed again. 

Joanne felt her daughter's soggy muff rubbing against her clitoris. That 
drove the older women's passions up the slopes to another orgasm. All her 
sexual feelings centered in that tiny little spire of erectile tissue. To 
have it continually massaged, lubricated with cunt juice and diddled with 
was too much to bear. 

Joanne King bit her lower lip as the fireworks of orgasm exploded inside her 
shapely body. 

The two women had had. more than their share of climaxes. Eddie watched them 
in fascination as their sweating bodies untangled. Mother and daughter 
looked so much alike. 

And what a family they made now that Lee King was gone! Eddie didn't feel 
the least remorse about allowing his father to die. The bastard hadn't been 
any good for either Joanne or Ann. 

With him at the helm of this family, now, they could begin to live life 
instead of fear it. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Eddie was glad that they had decided to move to another town. Corinth had 
become a living hell for his mother. Everything reminded her of Lee. But the 
move to Thebes, Ohio, had presented problems that none of them had 
anticipated. 

For all the talk about equal fights, they quickly found that, in Ohio, a 
woman couldn't own property without a husband's name on the papers. 

"But my husband's dead!" Joanne pleaded. "What do you mean I can't buy this 
house? I have the money!" "Sorry," the man at the real-estate office said, 
"I just follow the laws as they're written. If you remarried or your son was 
old enough, then everything would be okay. But now..." He opened his hands 
in an expressive gesture as he shrugged. 

Eddie and Joanne left the office in disgust. "That's the mast ridiculous 
thing I've ever heard!" snorted Eddie. "Not letting us buy the house because 
you aren't married." They both stopped and looked at each other for a 
moment. The same thought had occurred to both of them at the same time. They 
laughed, threw their arms around each other and went off to find another 
real-estate agent. If the law said they had to be married, then, by damn, 
they would tell everyone they were married! Three hours after they found 
another real-estate agent, they signed the papers on a house. "Thanks, Mr. 
King," the man said. "Hope you and your wife will be happy here." Eddie 
smiled and pulled Joanne closer to him. "I'm sure we will, Mr. Reese." 
"Well, looks like we're going to be neighbors. Just call me Ty." "Why, thank 
you, Ty. Glad to have you for a neighbor." Eddie looked adoringly into his 
mother's eyes and then said to Reese, "If you don't mind, we've got some 
housekeeping to do. You know, setting them up, sort of christening the 
place." "Huh? Oh, sure," Reese leered. "See you around!" With that, the man 
left. 

In a few minutes, Eddie and Joanne were alone. 

"Well, husband, what's it feel like to own your own home?" "Pretty good, 
wife!" Eddie began to unroll a curled-up mattress until it covered most of 
one bedroom floor. "Do you think we can get by with this? I mean, you're 
young-looking but won't people talk about you keeping a young squirt like me 
around?" "To hell with them!" Joanne said as her mouth closed on Eddie's. 
Together, they crumpled to the mattress. The feel of Eddie's strong, 
youthful body against her made Joanne want her son more than ever. And if 
the charade could be played out, everyone would think they were married. 

She felt Eddie's hand fondling her jugs. The warmth that began to fill her 
was ~sheer heaven to the woman. She relished these sessions with Eddie more 
and more. She had com6 to rely on him ever since Lee had died. 

Now, for all intents and purposes, everyone thought they were married and 
would continue to think so. 

"Ummm, that's nice!" Joanne muttered as Eddie slipped the blouse off her 
creamy shoulders to expose her perfectly formed tits. When his mouth closed 
on her nipple, Joanne wiggled closer and shoved out her chest. She wanted to 
make sure her son had ample room to give her boob the mouthing she loved so 
much. 

Eddie caught the slowly rising spire of nipple between his teeth. He began 
to gently gnaw sand bite down on his mother's boob until she was moaning and 
writhing about in joy. The boy sucked her tit into his mouth, slowly taking 
the entire mound in. The marshmallowy pillow barely fit Eddie's jaw muscles 
were strained to take so much fit flesh into his mouth. 

But he didn't complain. His tongue was too busy fucking and dancing over the 
very tip of the cone of alabaster flesh. The tiny button seemed to beg. to 
be given a tongue-lashing. Eddie did his best to make sure the nipple didn't 
feel neglected as he engulfed the entire boob. 

His hands never stopped. They constantly moved, undressed, delved and 
roamed. When he found his mother's naked pussy, he discovered that his cock 
was straining and huffing. It had to be freed from his trousers. It screamed 
to be buried in that fluid well of cunt. 

Joanne attended to the job of unzipping Eddie's fly. With a quick rolling 
motion, he crouched between his mother's spread thighs. He slipped his arms 
under her knees and lifted until her calves were on top of his shoulders. 

With a powerful forward motion, Eddie bent Joanne double. In this 
uncomfortable position, her cunt opened to him fully. As if he were doing a 
push-up, Eddie lowered his body. The very tip of his cock - touched Joanne's 
damp snatch. He lowered himself a fraction of an inch farther. 

With this descent, the purpled crown of his prick parted his mother's 
pussylips. 

"Oh, Eddie, fuack me! I need your cock inside me! Fuck me, damn you!" she 
cried, beginning to mutter incoherent little words as her passion rose. 

Eddie lowered himself an inch farther. His dong slipped into the already 
liquid cunt. He found himself lost in a sea of joy. His prick was wet from 
his mother's cunt juices. He was surrounded by a hot, gulping sheath of 
excited female flesh. 

As he bent Joanne double, her knees pressing against her fits, Eddie fully 
penetrated his mother's box. The feet of Eddie's prong surging fail length 
into her cunt made Joanne moan with pleasure. Having her fits compressed 
under her own knees made it hard to breath and she couldn't move back and 
forth at all. 

How desperately she wanted to wiggle and thrash about now that she had her 
son's cock in her cunt! to raise himself slowly. Joanne felt Eddie began to 
let his prick slide out of her twat a slow, agonizing inch at a time. She 
gasped when the pressure left her legs and she could breathe again. 

With the force of a falling boulder, Eddie dropped onto his mother's legs 
and his prick speared her hard and deep in the cunt. He twitched slightly 
from side to side. Joanne felt the watch fires of lust burn inside her. The 
embers fanned themselves into raging blazes as Eddie stroked in and out of 
her pussy. The feel of him crushing her to the mattress was indescribably 
peat. She needed the roughness, the hard length of his cock surging into her 
soggy flick-hole. 

"Keep fucking me, darling! Keep it uuuuup! OOHHH!!" Eddie felt his cock 
crushed by the supreme strength of his mother's cunt muscles. He was locked 
inside her body. His prick was snared in a velvety bear trap. He couldn't 
budge his dong an inch either way as the convulsive force of Joanne s climax 
smashed down around him. 

Eddie punted, then yanked out of the flowing slash. He began pumping up and 
down as fast as he could. The friction warmed him. The pressure along the 
sides of his fleshy shaft seemed to suck at. luis cock. He knew that his 
mother's thirsty cunt would soon suck out every drop of his cum. 

He continued flicking her as hard as he could. Each time he bent her double, 
her body trembled a bit mare. She was approaching another orgasm. 

But this time, Eddie knew that he'd join her. 

The liquid noise as he fucked her filled the empty room, echoed throughout 
the house. It sounded lewd, obscene, dirty. But Eddie didn't give a damn. 
All he knew or cared about were the feelings rising in his balls. 

The hairy little sac containing his jewels had hardened into a taut ball. 
His sperm churned and boiled inside. The murky cream screamed for release. 
And Eddie's entire dick seemed to grow every trip up Joanne's clutching, 
seething cunt. 

His hips took over. His arms seemed tireless. He fucked faster and faster 
like a berserk locomotive. 

The tide of his cum raced down his shaft just as he shoved his dong balls 
deep up Joanne's grasping snatch. As he spewed out his lava-hot jizz, Joanne 
came. 

Together, they grunted and strained until their mutual passions were 
completely spent. 

Exhausted, they fell apart. 

Joanne gently touched Eddie's cheek and said, "I don't care if you are my 
son, you're the best goddamn lay I've ever had." Eddie wanly smiled, then 
kissed his mother. "And you're in a league all by yourself!" "And what about 
me, damn both of you! All the time, you're forgetting about me!" They rolled 
over to see an angry Ann standing in the doorway. She had her hands on her 
hips. Outlined by the light coming through the doorway, Eddie could see 
every curve and outline of the girl's lithe young body. He couldn't get a 
hard-on again, not that fast, but he felt the stirrings of lust for his own 
sister in his loins. 

"Come on over and join us. We're just in the process of christening the 
house." "You know that you're not doing it properly," Ann said. 

"Oh? How should we do it?" "You've got to screw both of us in every room, 
studly one!" Ann proudly proclaimed. As she stripped her clothing, Eddie 
couldn't help but notice that his sleeping prick was stirring again. 

He didn't think it was possible, but Ann had him up and iron-rod hard in a 
matter of minutes by sucking on his cock. When his prick trembled and begged 
to be shoved into his sister's golden thatch of pussy, Eddie knew that 
everything would be just fine with their little family arrangement. 

Let the people think he and Joanne were married. That didn't matter. It was 
just a legal dodge, yet it was a useful one, too. Me loved, his mother. 

And he loved Ann, too. 

This way, he could have both of them.! "You talk real big, smart-ass. How's 
about fucking?" Eddie demanded of the girl sucking on his cock. His entire 
crotch. was covered by her flowing gold hair. 

Ann looked up, her grey eyes wide. Never taking her mouth from his cock, she 
mumbled, "Uh-uh!" When her agile tongue flashed down to rim his knob, Eddie 
agreed. Let Ann give him head. It felt so damn good having her mouth on his 
cock that he wouldn't pass that treat up, even to stuff his eight-inch prick 
into her tiny little cunt. 

"Suck away, girl! You have to obey your father, you know!" - Joanne began to 
laugh. Eddie gulped in reaction to Ann's increased suction on his dong and 
told her, "So shut me up and come sit on my face! I can't get my tongue into 
that juicy pussy of yours any other way!" And Joanne did. 


THE END
