LLP-237 The Family Reunion Book I
by Grace Wilkinson


Chapter 1

"There's a lot of curves left in the old girl yet!" Carrie Livingston 
murmured to herself in her husky voice. She was examining herself in 
the new smoked mirrors she'd had installed in her bedroom, and she 
liked what she saw. Even though she was no longer a young woman, her 
face and figure continued to belie this fact, giving back the image of 
a voluptuous woman in the prime of life.

Carrie was wearing a long diaphanous dressing gown of a silvery tone 
that set off her pale ash blonde hair to perfection. It also left 
little to be guessed at of the curvaceous shapes of her body, exposing 
the deep cleft of her full, milk-white breasts to view and snugly 
encompassing the girth of the two firmly raised mounds in shimmering 
material. As she turned around slowly in front of the floor to ceiling 
mirror, she noted with some satisfaction that the curves of her 
buttocks were still just as round and provocative as they had always 
been.

"I'm tall," she said. "And that always helps!" She knew many women 
exactly her age who were short heavy-set old ladies by now. Carrie was 
somewhere in her middle forties ... the exact number she kept a well-
guarded secret, even from herself. It was easy to forget, she found, 
the older she got. She stood barefoot in the deep snowy white pile rug 
that she had just had installed. The sensuous feeling beneath her 
wriggling toes made her feel good all over. She was very pleased with 
the complete results of the remodeled room. Even though her husband, 
John did think it was ridiculous, the 30's style dcor gave her enough 
satisfaction to offset any of John's sarcastic remarks! The gigantic 
circular bed with its satin sheets and fur coverlet was a source of 
amusement to John who was far more interested in the running of his 
successful mountain resort than the foolishness of interior design. He 
had left the job of decorating the cabins and the guest rooms of the 
big house up to Carrie, and she had confined herself to furnishing them 
in a comfortable modern atmosphere. But for herself, she much preferred 
something more exotic ... and after talking about it to John for 
several years, he finally agreed to let her do anything she wanted to 
the bedroom. It was to be her domain. After all, he had told her, they 
were making quite enough money with the resort during the summer months 
to afford it. "Livingston's" had become a big name in the Catskills 
after only a few years, and John and Carrie were proud of it. In 
exchange for letting her re-do the bedroom, as well as supply herself 
with a complete new wardrobe to her own liking, John had asked Carrie 
to go along with him on something he had wanted to do for a long while. 
Have a family reunion!

Carrie coiled herself up on the middle of the big round bed and sighed. 
She was glad everyone was coming tomorrow. She looked forward to seeing 
the children again. Stretching out and looking up at the 6 x 6 foot 
mirror over the bed, she stared at her prone figure in the same smokey 
glass and thought it would be particularly nice to see her son Jamie. 
It was hard to believe that he was a grown man now ... with a wife and 
child. Why she could remember when he was just a little boy ... the 
sweet way he used to sponge her back in the tub ... just the way that 
old lover of hers used to do. Giuliano ... she wondered what had become 
of him! It had been a long time since she'd had a lover, she realized 
... over 10 years ... Her husband, John was hardly the romantic type, 
even if she did love him ... a woman had to have some romance in her 
life!

She had thought that redecorating the bedroom would help her recent 
depression, but it had only seemed to augment her problem. Now she 
really missed the excitement of her youth ... especially of those days 
before she had met and married John ... but also, she had had some good 
times since, unbeknown to him! There was none now, though, and with a 
panicky feeling in her stomach, Carrie wondered if there ever would be 
anyone else now! Letting her hands run softly over the upstanding 
points of her thick nippled breasts and down along her waist and hips, 
she thought what a shame it would be if no other man would ever admire 
the perfection of her figure, or tell her she had the smoothest skin in 
the world!

She lifted the skirt of her long dress up and traced a line along the 
length of her nicely rounded thigh. In her mind an imaginary lover 
approached the sacrosanct area of her waiting pussy, moistened slightly 
by the thoughts of other men touching her there. Her own fingers 
touched the thin elastic leg-band of her panties and slipped secretly 
inside ... just as Giuliano had done, time and time again.

"Oh, God!" she thought. "What on earth am I doing?" But already the 
well cared for hand with the carefully buffed fingernails painted a 
pearly soft white, approached the silken-haired triangle that nested 
Venus-like down between her slightly spread thighs. One finger flicked 
out further still and teased at the thin, curl-lined lips that guarded 
the smooth wet mouth of Carrie's cunt.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Carrie jumped up to a sitting position on the bed, rapidly removing her 
fingers from beneath her robe.

"John!" she cried momentarily angry and blushing, "Don't you ever 
knock?"

"Knock?" John replied, throwing his leather jacket over one of the new 
low hassocks on the thick rug. "Why should I knock? This is still my 
bedroom too, isn't it? Or has something changed just because you've 
redone the place?"

Carrie looked at her husband with exasperation. What was there to do 
with him? He was incorrigible. A very, very handsome man, she thought 
watching him now as he began to get undressed for bed. But totally 
unmanageable ... totally ... how could she put it, unchic. Well, she 
had liked it well enough when she married him those many years ago, she 
realized, falling back on the bed but continuing to observe her husband 
... but now ... well, she just needed something more!

"Tricia called," John said, slipping his pajama top on. "Said they'll 
be arriving as scheduled after all. So everyone will be here in time 
for dinner tomorrow!"

"Of course ..." Carrie said, "I knew they'd make it. You got all upset 
over nothing. Tricia was always making things more complicated than 
necessary ... even when she was a little girl!"

Carrie stared up over the bed at her reflection again, smoothing a few 
loose strands of her stylishly cut hair. Their daughter Tricia had been 
ten times harder to raise than Jamie, she thought, although she could 
never say so to John. She knew he felt particularly protective of his 
daughter, especially since she had married that fellow Ike. Carrie had 
to admit that he hardly seemed a good enough catch for a girl as good 
looking as Tricia ... but then their son Jamie's wife was no thrill 
either! She had decided some time ago not to worry herself about it, 
but she knew that John still brooded about Tricia's life since she had 
gotten married and left home.

"Well, I'm glad they're coming ..." John continued, "I just want to see 
..."

"See what?" Carrie suddenly said. John had approached the bed and was 
standing quite close to her now. She didn't want to talk about that 
anymore. At her eye level were John's thick and powerful thighs. For a 
man in his early fifties he was built as strong as an ox. A thrill went 
through her as she remembered some of the things that had originally 
attracted her to her husband. A strong-willed man ... self made ... 
depended on no one but himself to get things done ... much better than 
any of the Giuliano's when all was said and done. That was why she had 
married him, after all!

She felt suddenly impelled to do something to alleviate her boredom. 
Knowing that John never wore anything to bed other than his pajama top, 
she suddenly snaked her arm out, and letting her hand dart swiftly 
between his thighs, grabbed at the softly flaccid length of his penis.

She felt him give a start in surprise as her hand clasped the almost 
obscenely warm flesh of his penis. He looked down at her and almost 
pulled away. But before he had even had time to do so, his lewdly 
grinning wife had begun a slow up and down motion along his cock, 
pulling the thick foreskin forward and then pushing it back ... all the 
way back so as to expose the smooth, rounded head. Then slowly, his 
cock began to spring to life in her hand and he felt his thighs tremble 
ever so slightly as the thrill of what she was doing ran through him. 
It was true, he thought with some regret ... they hadn't made love in 
some time. He had just been too preoccupied with running the resort, 
and now that the summer was over and they were closed, he had also had 
the preoccupation of planning for the family reunion. Not that there 
was that much actual planning involved, but somehow the whole thing 
weighed heavily on his mind ... there was the question of his daughter 
Tricia ... and that lout of a husband of hers ... what was he going to 
do about them? He didn't know, but something had to be done that was 
for sure!

"Darling ... you seem so far away!" Carrie breathed heavily. And in an 
effort to remedy this, she leaned forward provocatively and opening her 
full, lipstick rimmed lips to a rounded "O", licked them wet with her 
tongue, then slowly, teasingly, enclosed the swollen head of her 
husband's cock within them. Her tongue flicked out gently to wet the 
smooth rubbery surface, and she let it slide over the entire top, 
pausing to tease into the tiny opening in the center with each circular 
motion.

"Mmmmmm!" she hummed softly, as she heard her husband gasp with 
pleasure. "Mmmm!"

She moved in closer and drew the long, ever hardening pole still deeper 
into the warm wetness of her mouth, licking and sucking with obvious 
enjoyment as the now almost violently quivering prick slid further and 
further back. She stretched her mouth wide, and allowed the enormous 
blood-pulsing cock to touch the back of her throat, tickling her 
tonsils so that she had to cough.

"Oooooh!" Her husband groaned heavily, "God, baby that feels good!" His 
wildly expanded cock throbbed deep inside his wife's throat, and he 
felt her hot breath floating over its distended surface as she shifted 
her position on the bed before him so that she could place both her 
chiffon clad arms around his upper thighs, thereby clasping his 
buttocks with her hands and pulling his loins closer into her face. He 
felt the soft protrusions of her breasts pushing down below against his 
mid-thighs as she ground as much of herself against him as possible, 
while nibbling at his lust-excited penis as though she wanted to devour 
it.

"Ah!" he cried, throwing his head back as he felt the lewdly inciting 
sensations rippling all along his cock. He opened his eyes briefly and 
was surprised to see, there on the ceiling a reflection of himself and 
Carrie, engrossed in their lewd act! He always forgot about that damned 
mirror ... it had only been installed for a few days now, and every 
time he thought about it or noticed it, it embarrassed him. It was just 
plain silly, he thought ... and he quickly closed his eyes again 
instantly putting it out of his mind, and with a sigh released his 
mental processes to the increasing pleasure in his loins. His mind 
became almost blissfully blank as all thoughts of clients, bills, 
maintenance, and his married teenaged daughter Tricia were erased from 
it.

A peaceful smile broke out upon his strong, craggy features, as his 
ears filled with the lewd wet sucking sounds that echoed throughout the 
bedroom. Carrie's mouth locked tightly around his straining cock felt 
sublimely wet, wonderfully warm, and then excitingly slack. His hips 
pushed forward into her face in stronger and stronger thrusts as the 
sensuously sucking cavern continued its devastating work. HOW LONG HAD 
IT BEEN SINCE SHE HAD SUCKED HIM OFF!?? Normally he was a man who 
tended to forget about sex, although he enjoyed it when the time came 
... but how could he have gone so long without feeling this delicious 
sensation? The wonderful rhythmic slapping of his sperm-bloated 
testicles down against her finely chiseled chin roused a primitive lust 
inside him and he clasped her head hard, twisting his fingers through 
her pale blonde hair feeling the smoothness of her scalp beneath his 
fingertips as he forced his ramrodding cock still further into his 
wife's willingly accepting throat! It was almost too much to bear, and 
he thought that he might cum then and there right into her mouth. But 
he also wanted to make the pleasure last as long as possible, so he 
gritted his teeth and mentally forced back the swirling sperm that 
crowded at his straining testicles.

"Oh, honey, yes ... yes!!!" he groaned, encouraging Carrie's inspired 
sucking while he clenched and unclenched his fingers in her soft silken 
hair. He spread his big muscular legs a little bit wider before her 
obscenely bobbing head and pumped his desire engorged prick with 
renewed vigor into her widely ovaled lips.

Wave after wave of delicious sensation wafted through his entire body, 
emanating down from his hotly spearing cock and spreading out to cover 
the whole of his body. He could hear tiny mewls of illicit pleasure 
coming from her throat even though the only part of her he was touching 
was her head! He remembered how much she always used to enjoy sucking 
him until he would cum right in her mouth, ever since they'd first been 
married, some 25 years ago! He'd been shocked by it at first, but bit 
by bit, she'd won him over to what for him had been a revelation. Oh 
certainly he'd heard about it, but no woman had actually done it to him 
until then! He didn't find it difficult to enjoy though, and he 
recalled many separate occasions when Carrie had begged him to let her 
do it to him in the strangest places ... like in the back of a taxi 
cab, while even though it was night, he was sure the driver knew just 
what was going on ... or on her mother's livingroom sofa while her 
mother was right in the next room. Whenever they went to a movie he 
could count on her secretly unzipping his fly and lowering her head to 
his waiting cock!

Carrie was quite something ... then and now! John thought. What a 
woman!

Giant tremors of delight began to run through him now and he felt 
filled with the kind of excitement he had known as a younger man, when 
his silent strength had met and exploded on contact with Carrie's 
exotic flamboyance. He tended to forget about just how much he loved 
her these days, he realized ... but Carrie would never let him 
completely forget!

"NnNNNnnnngh!" he groaned. IT FELT INCREDIBLE!

"Oh, GOD, BABY, I'M GOING TO SQUIRT IN YOUR MOUTH!!!

He wasn't going to be able to stop his orgasm this time ... it was too 
late. That split second during which it might have been possible had 
passed, and already he could feel the enormous build-up of his semen, 
hurtling toward him like a thundering freight train in the night. It 
was going to be exceptionally good ... that much he could tell already! 
His toes curled up and his fingers tensed tightly in the roots of his 
wife's silken blonde hair as he forced her face closer ... every muscle 
in his body straining toward the incredible eruption that was coming.

"Oooooooh! CARRIE! HONEY! SUCK IT! SUCK IT DRY, BABY!"

It struck hard and fast, and suddenly stream after gushing stream of 
his hotly searing jism exploded from the wildly jerking head of his 
cock, striking the back of her gullet and ricocheting back ... some of 
the hot slippery liquid sliding down her rapidly swallowing throat, 
some of it doubling back onto the excitedly pulsing object from whence 
it came.

Carrie gulped back the burning semen, absorbing the pungent male taste 
of it upon her tongue. Her fingers dug into her husband's desperately 
tensed buttocks.

"MMMmmmpfhhh!" she mumbled, as she thought delightedly, "OH JOHN HONEY 
... OH MY DARLING JOHN!!!"

John didn't know just why, but just as he reached the acute, 
mushrooming peak of his orgasm, and his head snapped back, he opened 
his eyes once more. From his mouth came a long wail of pleasure, and 
once more he saw the image of himself in the smokey mirror above the 
big round bed. But something struck him as odd. All he could see of 
Carrie was her blonde, still bobbing head, and her flowing silver 
gowned figure upon the bed, but in his imagination ... and perhaps 
because of the cloudiness of the mirror, she bore a striking 
resemblance to their young daughter Tricia. He was stunned momentarily 
by the thought ... but then remembering that the mother and daughter 
had always looked alike in certain ways, he pushed the thought rapidly 
from his mind.

The last drops of his semen were warmly accepted by Carrie's still 
hungrily milking lips as he felt his knees weakening. He felt her 
pulling him forward, and slowly his spent cock slipped from her sperm-
flooded mouth as he fell onto the bed beside her.

"Did you like it, honey?" she asked, breathlessly, licking her 
glistening lips eagerly to absorb all of him she could inside her.

"You bet," he replied, reaching for her languid body. Before beginning 
the love-making he knew Carrie would expect from him now, John couldn't 
resist looking up at the ceiling again. This time he was looking for 
the resemblance, and found it immediately. As he pulled his wife's 
voluptuously willing body close to him, John wondered just what his 
daughter Tricia was doing at that moment that was making him think so 
much about her!



Chapter 2


"I don't care what he thinks," Tricia thought as she brushed her teeth 
in the bathroom of her apartment in Queens. "He's not going to get me 
to give in to him!"

"Tricia!" Ike's voice came booming from the bedroom. "Hurry up in there 
... everything's almost ready!"

Tricia felt tears coming to her eyes as she heard her husband's voice. 
"Why does he have to be so belligerent?" She wondered aloud, staring at 
her honey blonde good looks in the bathroom mirror. Her short pink 
baby-doll nightgown gave her a little girl appearance that was not 
contradicted by the gleaming curls of her golden hair that fell softly 
to her shoulders. During the day she usually wore it pulled back in a 
black velvet bow, but at night she always let it fall in bouncing curls 
that framed her delicate features. This was an "order" from Ike, who 
insisted that she always look a certain way when she came to bed. At 
first Tricia hadn't minded at all, being flattered that Ike paid so 
much attention to the way she looked. It had seemed wonderful to have a 
husband who cared so much about her, and such details as her hair and 
clothing. However, as time passed, she came to realize that there was 
really little to be flattered about. It was all some kind of formula 
for him. She was like a grown-up doll that he liked to dress in certain 
ways, and then he would force her to do exactly what he wanted!

Tricia splashed cold water on her face, and then applied a skin 
freshener with a cotton ball. Her clear blue eyes sparkled beneath the 
heavy water dotted lashes as she thought about Ike telling her he had a 
"surprise" for her tonight! She didn't want any more surprises. In 
their short six-month marriage, she had already had enough. He was 
always coming home from his job at the TV repair shop at night with 
some new gimmick, and Tricia was afraid that he had something 
especially obnoxious planned for this evening.

"TRICIA! DID YOU HEAR ME?"

"Yes, Ike, I'll be right out ... just a minute!" she replied. It was 
depressing, she thought as she sprayed herself with Ma Griffe perfume 
... she had counted on having a nice quiet evening on the night before 
they left for the country. She was looking forward to taking their 
vacation with her parents at the "Family Reunion" that her father had 
planned. She particularly wanted to see her father. Since her marriage 
to Ike she had seen him so little, and she missed him. She did not tell 
Ike that her dad usually called her at home once or twice each week, 
during the day while he was at the shop. Ike would have had a fit. He 
had never gotten along with the old man, claiming that he had too much 
influence over Tricia ... whereas he, Ike was the only person who 
should have any kind of say in her life now that they were married!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?"

Tricia jumped at the harsh tone of her husband's voice.

"Why must you treat me like a child???" she hissed, in a tone low 
enough so that Ike would not be able to hear. But she was unable to 
gather up the courage to show him this inner anger, and she hurriedly 
went to open the bathroom door, having completed her evening toilette.

"I'm sorry ..." she started saying, but stopped short as she entered 
the bedroom. Her mouth hung open from the shock of what she saw. The 
entire room was illuminated with flood lights, and they pointed 
directly at the bed which had been carefully made down. Ike stood over 
at the chest of drawers fiddling with what looked like a large camera, 
while on the other bureau stood a new television set.

"Wha ...?"

Ike beamed and turned toward her, pointing the camera in her direction. 
To her amazement, Tricia saw her own image appear on the television 
screen.

"What is this ... Ike ... what on earth is going on?"

"It's a video tape machine, babe ... come on in ... why don't you get 
over there on the bed right in the middle like a good girl ... I'm 
gonna set up this camera!"

Tricia could tell from the excitement in her husband's voice that he 
cared little about what her reaction to this strange new machine was. 
He was like a little boy captivated by a new toy.

She stood uncertainly in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at the 
tiny image of herself on the 10 inch screen. It was fascinating, but 
there was something horrible about it too. She was being televised and 
the image was being instantaneously projected. She had seen this type 
machine in a department store once, but had never dreamed that one day 
one would be photographing her in her nightie in her own house. As she 
watched the image suddenly changed and there on the screen was the big 
double bed. The full impact of what was going to happen dawned on her 
and she took a step backward into the bathroom. It was like watching a 
set on a TV program, only she was to be the star performer in this 
story!

Ike looked over at his wife. "Great!" he thought, "she's wearing that 
shorty gown ... she looks terrific tonight!" Hungrily, he took in 
Tricia's shapely teenage figure as it was clearly outlined beneath her 
shorty gown by the bright flood lights. He could feel his cock rising 
as his eyes roamed over her large melon sized breasts. He was going to 
give them a good sucking tonight! Gleefully he put the final adjustment 
on the camera so that it would remain fixed upon the bed, and pressed 
the "record" button.

"This is gonna be good!" Ike said, approaching his young 18-year-old 
wife.

Tricia pulled back as he reached out and grabbed her arm, steering her 
gently but firmly toward the bed.

"Ike, you don't mean ... Ike ... I can't!!!"

"Not so ..." Ike replied swinging her about and letting her go so that 
she landed squarely upon the bed. "You can do anything you want to do!" 
He was watching the screen to see that the camera was properly focused. 
It was.

"Now act nice sweetie," Ike said, beginning to remove his sport shirt 
and trousers. "Afterward I'm gonna play the whole thing back for you 
and you can see how beautiful you are!"

Tricia hadn't realized that the camera was also recording ... so that 
the image that was being played across the screen could be stored away 
afterward and replayed again and again! She squinted up into the 
impossibly bright lights. All she could see of her undressing husband 
was a vague shadow. The tears came in earnest now, and her cheeks 
glistened with wetness. And she had wanted romance! All her life she 
had been a romantic little girl, looking forward to the day when she 
would be married to the perfect boy of her dreams. How could she have 
ever been duped into thinking that Ike was that boy?! She wondered why 
she stayed married to him ... why she didn't leave him (as her father 
guessing at her unhappiness often suggested). She couldn't explain it 
even to herself. After all she didn't have to put up with his antics! 
Ever since their wedding night when he had forced her to pose naked 
with nothing but a pair of high boots on while he took Polaroid 
pictures of her in every lewd position possible, he had subjected her 
to one humiliation after another ... and now this ...!!!

But she had little time to continue her trend of thought. Ike was ready 
to join her. He knelt down on the bed, causing her to roll slightly 
toward him, and approaching her on all fours, he bent over her kissing 
her passionately on the lips, forcing her head back with the sheer 
strength of his tongue pushing wetly into her mouth. Simultaneously, 
his hands reached up beneath the folds of her nylon nightgown and he 
groped toward the firm young mounds of her breasts. His fingers 
encountered the warmth of her rib cage and slid upward toward the 
softly quivering tips of her nipples. The smooth creamy flesh seemed to 
glide beneath his hands and Ike could feel himself breaking out into a 
sweat as the soft and pliant globes gave beneath his touches and he 
moulded them like putty in his hands.

"OH HONEY!!!" he breathed into her mouth, feeling his tongue worm 
hungrily into her open mouth. He pressed down upon her, his naked body 
covering hers, and heard her squeal as his weight pressed heavily on 
her trembling body. His heavy cock felt like it was expanding to ten 
times its size as it pushed against her lower belly.

Ike cursed as he realized she was wearing the matching panties that 
went along with the shorty gown. "Didn't I tell you never to wear those 
damned things??" he growled. One hand left the silken heat of breasts 
and moved downward toward the flimsy protective panties. He grabbed at 
the elastic at the waist and pulled down. Then remembering the camera 
again, he moved slightly so that Tricia's entire lower half was exposed 
to the all-seeing lens. Then he pulled down on the elastic waistband of 
her panties, revealing bit by bit, more and more of his wife's secret 
flesh. First the smooth downy surface of her belly ... the deeply 
indented navel appeared.

"Ike ...!!!! IKE I WON'T STAND FOR IT. I WON'T PUT UP WITH IT!!!!!" 
Tricia tried to break away from him, kicking her legs out and 
struggling to get up. But Ike pushed her back down and resumed his 
stripping of her helpless young genitals. Smiling into the camera, and 
watching his activities on the television screen, he rolled the panties 
down a little further. The softly curling hairs of Tricia's pubic mound 
appeared, first the soft white lower belly and then the sparsely 
youthful strands of cuntal hairs peeped out as finally, in spite of her 
squirming, the entire blonde vee of her now naked young pussy came into 
view. Ike laughed and hurriedly peeled the panties all the way down 
over her gracefully tapered thighs and calves and then off, flinging 
them across the room where they landed on a straight backed chair.

The cool rush of October night air drifting across her now fully 
exposed vagina chilled Tricia, and she wailed pitifully.

"OH IKE, how can you do this to me ... HOW CAN YOU?"

"It's easy babe ... real easy, cause I like cunt!" Ike replied, gazing 
excitedly down at the nakedness of her now unprotected pussy. With his 
thumbs he spread the tender, fuzz-fringed lips of his wife's cunt, 
opening up the moistly hidden little mouth inside.

"Just relax ... honey ... relax. It'll feel good ... doesn't it 
always!" He had spread her tiny quivering vaginal split open wide for 
the staring lens to photograph, and now he intended to continue the 
lewdly exciting play!

The helplessly squirming young blonde tried to press her buttocks down 
hard into the bed, as though she could escape the moment when Ike's 
fingers would touch her there and be recorded forever going up inside 
her. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening! She felt so 
exposed and more vulnerable than ever! Then, there it was ... his 
fingers brushed hotly against the silken mound of her pussy, and Tricia 
closed her eyes tight as an acute sensation of unwanted pleasure rolled 
over her. She tried to resist it, tried even not to feel it ... to tell 
herself that this was wicked, horrid ... that she must not respond to 
it ... but suddenly she felt herself involuntarily growing wetter down 
between her thighs in anticipation of what was going to take place. She 
felt embarrassed at her arousal as Ike's lips nibbled at hers again and 
she felt her husband's middle finger parting the soft blonde curls of 
her pubic fuzz and teasing into the narrow crevice of her helplessly 
tingling pussy.

"OH GOD!" she thought ... "What would Daddy think if he saw me almost 
naked like this with no panties on and Ike's hand up between my legs!"

A perverse pleasure began to expand inside her as her young husband 
pushed slowly along the highly sensitive pink flanged area of her open 
pussy. She felt herself moving her legs imperceptibly wider. Her 
smoothly sensitive cuntal walls could feel every little ridge of Ike's 
middle finger as it began a steady irresistible friction in the hot 
depths of her exposed vagina.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaah!" Tricia moaned, "AAAH!"

The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the nail scraped over her 
trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk upright like an erect 
little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs wide apart now and 
they were obscenely splayed out on the bed as the camera flashed every 
movement onto the clearly tuned in television screen as his finger 
disappeared wetly into Tricia's tightly pulsing little pussy. A 
tremendous shudder went through her as Ike's hand harshly continued its 
lascivious fingering. The soft golden hair that surrounded her vagina 
was parted wide as he toyed with her throbbing clitoris, making her 
moan with forbidden delight.

He continued flicking at her excitedly throbbing clitoris, making her 
whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped beneath 
the sheer material of her nightgown to once again pinch the hot little 
nipples that were already hardening like tiny agate pebbles. He felt an 
inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to 
crawl on her and get inside her hot little cunt and fast! His cock felt 
like a rod of molten steel and he knew that the grinding video camera 
was going to record an eyeful this night!

Tricia's thighs felt completely limp and all she could do now was 
respond with her hips to his touches. Involuntarily, she began to move 
them back and forth in time to the rhythm of his finger fucking. Slowly 
but surely she felt his finger moving down so that his entire hand was 
able to cup up between her widespread thighs. He gave a sudden twist to 
her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant slip 
another finger beside the first deep inside her rapidly melting vagina.

"OOOOOOooooohhhhhh ..." Tricia groaned out, her face a mask of ecstatic 
bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black out from the 
fantastic feeling of being fingered so violently by two fingers at the 
same time. But then, as they continued their lewd teasing of the smooth 
sensitive walls inside, the tips of them pressing all the way up 
against the soft end of her cervix high up in the warm, wet confines of 
her pulsing cunt, wave after wave of startling pleasure began to seep 
out of her. For the first time that evening, the rolling camera was 
forgotten and her body was alive once more, responding completely to 
her lust-maddened husband.

Ike began a steady back and forth motion with his fingers leaning to 
one side so that the camera would have a clear view of her excited 
vaginal juices as they flowed down around his searching fingers.

Suddenly, and without warning, Ike slipped both fingers out of his 
young wife's now hungrily grasping cunt and before Tricia could even 
respond, she felt her legs being parted by his leg and the smooth 
rubbery head of his prick was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her 
pussy. He moved it up and down the slippery entrance and Tricia heard 
herself moan in crazed desire. Gone were all thoughts of the bright 
lights, the churning camera pointed between her legs and the television 
set that played out her consuming lust like a situation comedy. Her 
widespread pussy ached for his thick hard prick. She wanted so badly to 
feel him to ram it up inside her that she felt she would be forced to 
scream for him to hurry. His hands were working steadily at her breast 
and they felt excited and swollen. All that seemed to exist of her now 
were these stinging breasts and the moistly throbbing pussy up between 
her open legs that accepted the blunt tip of her husband's cock as it 
rubbed teasingly against her hair-lined slit creating an almost 
unbearable friction.

"... yes ... yes ... yes ... Yes!!!!!" she groaned out to her 
triumphantly leering husband. She started pushing her hips up higher 
and higher, trying to get Ike to enter her. But his cock continued to 
tease her, hesitating at the hot, begging entrance to her vagina until 
she began to claw wildly at his back, pleading with him in a passion 
crazed voice.

"Please ... Please, Ike ... take me ... take me ... now, oh God, Ike. 
Please Ike, TAKE ME NOW!!!!!!!"

Tricia moaned and squirmed beneath him, struggling to open her legs 
still further, trying to arch herself up and trap his cock with the 
hungrily nibbling lips of her aching cunt. Instinctively he made an 
answering motion, thrusting himself down a little and then up so that 
the smooth rubbery head of his cock hooked up into the moist waiting 
opening between her legs.

"AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG ..." Tricia groaned, lifting herself up with a 
surprising strong upthrust and spreading her legs wider. Then kicking 
out, she locked her legs up around her husband's back. Her heels dug 
desperately into his kidneys as her cunt flowered open and sucked his 
swollen cock hungrily inside and in spite of her passion, she knew 
without a doubt that the grinding camera had a perfect view of her 
widespread young pussy being fucked into by her sadistic young husband.

At first Ike's heavily hardened rod moved slowly into Tricia's tightly 
clenched cuntal passage but then as her natural sex juices prepared the 
way it sped quickly up to the very end of her pussy. His cock rose up 
to the hilt, expanding within the narrow channel, pushing back the soft 
moist flesh in its forceful wake. Her cunt muscles were rippling 
crazily all around his driving cock and it felt like all hell was 
breaking loose inside her.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Ike swore, sweat popping out all over his lust 
contorted face. His wife's hot little cunt had never felt better. His 
thick cock jerked inside her pussy, his balls full to the bursting 
point and he longed to shoot his hot sperm into her immediately. But he 
knew it would look better on the videotape if he could wait, so he held 
himself back, trying to let his thoughts concentrate on making sure the 
camera was getting the best view possible of his cock fucking into her 
cunt.

But just then Tricia let out a long wail of ecstasy, working her own 
hips up and down wildly, her long slender legs swung around his back, 
her hot seeping cunt open and sucking, a seething pit of lust created 
solely for his cock. He felt her nails scraping along his back, 
carrying small trails of flesh with them, but the rising sensations 
along his burgeoning cock cancelled out the pain and his hands cupped 
down beneath her firm rounded buttocks, lifting them up still higher as 
he controlled the position of her blonde-curled pussy around his thick, 
driving penis. He pulled his head back so that he could look at her and 
moved slightly to the side so the camera could record the carnal beauty 
of her lust contorted face. Her teeth were tightly clenched, her eyes 
tightly closed, her hair wild and flying as she tossed her head from 
side to side.

"Aaaaaaahhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... yyeeeeessssssss ..." she crooned 
continuously as Ike fucked into her with all his might, withdrawing 
halfway and then ramming back in. Each time he rammed into her it 
seemed as though he was creating space where none had existed before. 
With a yelping cry, he drove forward into the wider stretching little 
cunt and he could feel his face growing redder as Tricia's hotly 
secreting vaginal juices flowed out from the steaming orifice between 
her legs and trickled warmly down the base of his cock and onto his 
burgeoning testicles. Loud wet sluicing noises filled the room as he 
slammed insanely into her open, upturned pussy.

"Don't stop ... for God's sake ... don't stop ... don't don't!!! Oh, 
darling ... I'm there ... I'm there ... THERE!!!!!!"

Ike threw one last spine splitting thrust into his wildly convulsing 
young wife's pussy.

"YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Tricia screamed out, her head falling 
backwards to the pillow as her hips squirmed obscenely up at the 
whirring camera. A series of wild, untamed spasms took hold of her as 
the driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds 
of her vaginal walls steadily back, massaging them internally with each 
withdrawal. He brought his huge shaft all the way out of her, leaving 
just the head at the entrance and then with all his might rammed back 
into her tightly milking little cunt.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH ..." she screamed, bucking up against his savage thrust. 
Ike crooned with delight, knowing he would soon join his young, 
insanely bucking wife in a mutual orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked 
mercilessly deep into the soft confines of her cunt. His balls ached 
painfully and as she continued to jerk and convulse around his bursting 
penis his cock gave a gigantic lurch inside her and then exploded, 
blasting a milky white stream of heated male sperm high up into her 
waiting little belly. Tricia could feel it splashing against the 
passion-dilated walls of her womb in hot, uneven spurts and while her 
sweat covered body gyrated crazily beneath Ike's as he emptied his 
excitedly jerking testicles into her, she screamed out and peaked into 
another deep, shuddering climax.

After a few moments, Tricia felt her husband lift off her exhausted 
body and with her eyes closed she heard him turning off the camera and 
going over to adjust the television set.

"Wait till you see the replay!" he called over to her.

Tricia kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.

"Oh, God," she thought to herself. "I hope this trip to the country 
will help straighten Ike out. Maybe Daddy will speak to him. "Oh, Daddy 
... why did I ever leave home. No one could ever love me the way you 
did ... oh, Daddy! oh god, Daddy!!!"



Chapter 3


Jamie Livingston smiled to himself as he remembered what Linda had 
whispered in his ear just before he'd left her the night before. His 
driving was almost automatic, and he paid little attention to the 
passing scenery as he drove along the New York state thruway, headed 
toward his mother and father's resort. He had made this trip many times 
before and could almost name every rock along the way to Exit 18.

He welcomed the long drive up, because he knew his wife Susan would 
elect to remain in the back in the trailer, and that Nancy, his 10 year 
old daughter would probably read comic books on the way. Nancy didn't 
talk much anyway, and he'd given up trying to draw the little girl out. 
He figured she'd get friendly when she was ready. This way, he had a 
little peace and didn't have to feel guilty if he felt like thinking 
about Linda!

He recalled now her saucy upturned nose, and her little pixie haircut 
that framed her face in such a way that she often looked just like a 
young boy! But in bed she was no boy ... with a man-eating little pussy 
like she had, that was for sure, Jamie thought now, smiling to himself.

Next to him 10-year-old Nancy looked sideways at her dad and wondered 
to herself just what he was smiling about. She knew that he and her 
mother had had a lulu of a fight that very morning, all about where he 
had been so late the night before ... and her mother had tearfully 
insisted she did not want to go to the family reunion with him. Nancy 
remembered her mother saying that she would feel like a "hypocrite" 
having to smile at everyone and pretend everything was alright when it 
wasn't! Nancy wondered exactly what a hypocrite was ... but she knew 
what it was like to have to pretend things were fine when they weren't. 
She did it all the time ... that was why a lot of the time she just 
remained silent, it was easier than pretending!

She looked behind her through the back window of the speeding Ford at 
the trailer that swung along behind them. She wondered what her Mom was 
doing in there ... and hoped she wasn't still crying. Her father had 
declared that like it or not they all had to go up to "Livingston's" 
because no one would understand if they didn't and he hoped that going 
along with his father on this ridiculous attempt at some kind of family 
unity would keep him off his back for the rest of the year!

Every time he saw his father and mother they would both hint that he 
would be better off coming up to help run the profitable resort rather 
than "struggling on his own in the city" as they put it. It always made 
him mad, because he felt foolish insisting he enjoyed his position in 
the large advertising firm of Dayton and Doles ... when in reality he 
hated it. Nevertheless, he had hopes of rising to a really top position 
with the firm if he could only hold on long enough and take all the 
garbage that was shoveled out to him!

Nancy was glad to be going to see her grandfather and mother ... and 
she had always liked her father's sister, Aunt Tricia the few times she 
had seen her. Being with other people in the family was a welcome 
relief to the little girl ... a chance to witness something other than 
what had become continuous arguing between her mother and father! She 
looked again at her father's profile ... his blonde, almost Germanic 
features were outlined against the passing scenery beside him, his blue 
eyes focused on some spot ahead of them on the road. If only he were as 
nice as he looked, Nancy sighed to herself, turning away once more to 
look out her window.

*   *   *

Susan Livingston lay on the bunk bed in the back of the trailer. She 
had one of her headaches and the swaying motion of the vehicle was not 
helping it any. Lying down helped some though, and she was glad she 
could be alone for the length of the trip up to "Livingston's" ... just 
so she would have time to prepare herself for the ordeal of being with 
the rest of her husband's family!

Susan's flaming red hair fanned out on the pillow behind her as she lay 
with her face turned to the wall of the trailer. She had already taken 
two Excedrins but they didn't seem to be doing for her what they did 
for the woman in the TV commercial! The small portable radio was turned 
on, and a daytime serial was on. When she heard the first dulcet tones 
of the heroine's voice, she mumbled to herself, "God, I didn't know 
they still had those things!"

She just didn't feel like getting up to turn it off, though, so she 
listened to the continuing saga of Lilian Lawrence for a few moments 
before letting her mind wander. The story was about a young career girl 
who was engaged to be married, and it reminded Susan of herself prior 
to her marriage to Jamie 11 years ago. Had it really been that long? 
she wondered. Where was the time going to? She and Jamie had been so 
young, 18 and 19 ... my goodness, she thought, neither one of them had 
really known just what it was all about! She had been a successful 
junior model when they met, and he an aspiring ad man, although neither 
one of them had really left home yet! If she had it all to do over, she 
thought, she would never, never tie herself down at such an early age! 
Those first years had been fun ... almost like playing house, and 
little Nancy had been like a doll! But now Nancy was getting to be a 
big girl; and she could hardly remember the time when she and Jamie had 
had any fun in the last five years! More and more, recently Jamie had 
taken to ignoring her ... taking her for granted ... and even though 
she took great pains to maintain her always rather spectacular figure, 
she felt that her husband couldn't care less. She could count the times 
they'd made love in the last two months on the fingers of one hand!

Thinking of it now, she felt the same old feeling of being cheated wash 
over her. It just wasn't fair. She was an attractive woman, not even 
thirty ... a woman that most men would appreciate! She had to keep 
telling herself these things over and over to bolster her low morale.

"It would serve him right if I took a lover!" she said out loud to the 
wall. The trailer went over a big bump and she rolled over a little bit 
and as she did so her hand encountered the nipple of one of her 
smoothly formed breasts. A funny little thrill went through her as she 
tried to imagine someone other than her husband touching her. She had 
never done it with another man, so it was difficult to picture ... but 
she knew that he would be more gentle, more exciting ... more involved 
with her feelings than Jamie! She was wearing a short play dress of a 
soft cotton material since the weather had been unusually warm, a real 
Indian Summer. She had also hoped the becoming dress might find favor 
in Jamie's eyes. Her long legs had always been one of her best features 
and she always liked to show them off. Therefore she had been surprised 
when Jamie had looked at the dress and asked her if she didn't know 
that "fashionable women were wearing their dresses much longer these 
days?" She had felt like throwing a lamp at him, but had restrained 
herself, telling him that truly fashionable women wore whatever they 
felt like! She thought of this now, resentfully as her fingers brushed 
slowly against her breasts, back and forth until both nipples stood out 
stiff like little buttons.

"Mmmmmm ..." she moaned, feeling the delicious little pinpoints of 
pleasure spread throughout her body.

She was not sure that Jamie was involved with another woman, but she 
strongly suspected it. He had to be getting sex from somewhere, and it 
certainly wasn't from her! Just to show him, she would have to find 
someone for herself ... although she had no idea how to go about it. 
Someone who would make her feel what she was feeling now ... that 
wonderful sensuous mood before the lovemaking began in earnest ... that 
sweet acute desire boiling up in her loins, making her feel distinctly 
moist between the thighs. There was a kind of dully aching longing 
within her as her fingers became more and more active upon her breasts, 
and suddenly she pressed one hand inside the low neckline of her dress 
and slipping beneath the soft transparency of her brassiere, she 
fondled the naked tips of her strangely excited nipples! Her fingers 
played a wild tattoo across the tiny peaked cones while the entire 
lower half of her body began to move as though it were a puppet on 
strings.

After only a second's hesitation, Susan's other hand swirled down to 
her thighs and lifted up the short skirt of her dress. She quickly 
slipped beneath the elastic of her pink panties' waistband and moved 
down to comb her fingers teasingly through the soft auburn curls of her 
pubic hair.

"MMMMMM!" she groaned, feeling very wicked for doing this to herself 
while her husband and daughter were up front in the car driving at a 
good sixty miles an hour. But it was feeling so good by now that she 
didn't really care.

"Yes ... yes!" she moaned out ... "Oh, yes!" Wide-eyed and panting now, 
she undulated her firmly rounded buttock down against the mattress, her 
face becoming contorted by her rising lust. Her tongue ran wildly along 
her spread lips as she mewled and groaned beneath her own deft touch. 
Her hand tangled tightly in the folds of her hungry, neglected pussy, 
and then with a gasp her fingers thrust themselves upward into the 
moist darkness of her glistening vagina!

"OH GOD!" she cried out, knowing that no one could hear her. She bucked 
her straining hips up as she worked her long thin fingers higher and 
higher into the warm tunnel of her now open cunt.

"Mmmmmmm Oh! That's good ... Oh, my ... yes, that's GOOD!" Susan cried, 
talking to her imaginary lover as her long red hair tossed about on the 
bunk bed and her head flailed in helpless surrender from side to side. 
The entire trailer swayed wildly as they turned a particularly sharp 
curve and Susan groaned softly as the added motion increased the 
strength of her self-induced pleasure.

Her hand moved slowly down from the painfully aroused mounds of her 
breasts, trailing to the flat plane of her belly now exposed as her 
dress bunched higher above her heaving rib cage. Then her thumb and 
fore-finger spread the sides of her slipperily moistened cunt-lips wide 
apart, so that if anyone had been looking up between her thighs they 
would have seen directly into the glistening pink moistness of her 
softly hair-rimmed pussy. The bud of her clitoris rose throbbing to 
hardness in the midst of the tangled auburn pubic hair while Susan 
flicked at it gently without ceasing the constant teasing of her other 
hand deep into her tightly clenching vagina.

Then, the young, voluptuous woman's entire body jerked convulsively as 
though she had received an electrical shock, her legs beginning a 
greedy scissoring motion of lust, the white softness of her inner 
thighs quivering. Her hips moved up, down and rotated sideways as the 
delightful feeling of her own fingers fucking high into the mysterious 
cavern of her seething cunt combined with the thrill of the friction 
she was giving to her swollen clitoral nub. Her sparkling white teeth 
were tightly clenched and her mounting lust had become completely 
uncontrollable. It had been too long since she had felt a man's touch, 
and now, her own fingers would have to do!

*   *   *

Up front in the car, Jamie's penis was hardening again as he recalled 
how he had fucked Linda in the bathroom of the young girl's apartment. 
Linda was a secretary at Dayton and Doles and Jamie had been fucking 
her off and on for about 3 months now. Recently, it had been "on" again 
and Jamie enjoyed the young girl's blatant sexuality ... it was better 
than Susan's need for "romantic lovemaking." God, did he get bored with 
that! But Linda would do just about anything and was always available 
whenever he called her, and she was a hot little piece of ass! He could 
still see her perched on that sink, her behind sitting part way in the 
bowl, while she held her legs up straight in the air.

"I used to take ballet!" she told him, proudly as she maintained the 
difficult position enabling him to stare directly into her 
widestretched young pussy. He had been so excited by the sight of the 
petite brunette in this weird position that he'd lost no time in 
ramming his cock up into her. His massive hardness had stood straight 
out and it was at the exact level of the inviting little hole of the 
young girl's waiting pussy, so all he had to do was take two steps 
forward and there he was! The thick head of his cock had plugged into 
the young girl with a soft, kind of squashing sound, and she had 
squealed and fallen backwards into the sink a little ... without, 
however, releasing her hold on her legs, so that his cock had surged 
forward, sinking all the way in ... pushing deep within the little 
secretary's pink-fleshed cuntal split! Wild shocks of pleasure had gone 
stabbing through him, and they still did now at the memory of it. He 
had fucked mercilessly and lasciviously into her, the rigidity of his 
cock burrowing high up into the velvety texture of her, as always, 
hungrily contracting little cunt.

Jamie's cock jerked upward in his pants as he recalled the young girl's 
passion-aroused squeals. She'd really dug it, alright! What a hot 
fucking little bitch!

*   *   *

In the back of the trailer his wife, Susan's, eyes became glassy from 
the wild ecstasy swirling within her. Warm, slippery fluids seeped 
through her fingers as they fucked rhythmically in and out of her 
tightly clenching pussy. The wetness flowed down the crevice between 
her long legs and in between the smooth fleshy buttocks that bumped up 
and down lewdly upon the mattress. She uttered high pitched moans of 
delight that were heard only within the confines of the moving trailer, 
as the first tiny shudders of impending orgasm began to break in 
rolling waves over the lust-filled surface of Susan's body. She 
continued to finger crazily into her naked secret genitals, imagining 
the smooth spongy tip of a long thick prick deep inside her instead of 
her own drubbing fingers.

"OH GOD!" she thought. "How can one feel this good? Oh, let it go on 
and on!!!"

She could almost feel her imaginary lover's cock expanding within her 
tight vagina ... entering and withdrawing, faster and faster!

"AAAAAAAAH!" Susan cried out, strangling the sound through her tightly 
clenched teeth. Her fingers flicked with greater intensity now against 
the highest point of her vagina, teasingly grazing the sensitive 
cervix, but to Susan they were the driving spongy head of a thick, 
sperm-filled cock probing deep, deep into the soft yielding flesh of 
her cunt! Obscene thrills of insane, erotic sensation ran through her 
as she arched her back and let out a groan of earth-shattering climax.

"AAAAAHOOOOOOHO! she groaned on and on, letting the luxurious 
sensations of orgasm carry her away, the fiery, licking flames, 
building into a sharpness of raw sexual satisfaction that she had not 
known in a long, long while.

Then, with a soulful sob, her entire body twitching, Susan relaxed her 
passion tensed muscles and fell back emotionally drained on the bed.

"Oh, Jamie!" she whispered helplessly, in spite of her fantasy of 
another lover. "Oh, my love, why did you drive me to this!"

*   *   *

"OH, BABY BABY BABY!!!" agile bodied Linda had cried out, Jamie 
remembered. She was cumming fast all around his rigid beet-red cock. 
His things were slamming into the ice cold tile of the sink each time 
he plunged his thick rod into the young secretary's greedily clasping 
pussy. Jamie had been mesmerized by the sight of his own passion-
contorted face in the mirror of the medicine cabinet behind Linda's 
bobbing head, and when he started cumming it was with a curious lack of 
involvement with what was happening. It was good ... God, it was good, 
though ... he remembered ... the best screw he'd had yet with that 
little cunt Linda.

"OOOOOOOOOOHhhhhhweeeeeeee oh, yes ... give it to me honey yeah, Jamie 
give it to mmeeeeeeeeee!" she'd cried as his sperm had flooded like a 
rain-swollen river into her hair-lined vaginal passage. And he had 
responded with a straining grunt of pleasure which he couldn't help 
echoing right now in the car on the way up to his parents' home!

Nancy looked at her father in surprise. Why had he made such a strange 
noise???

"Is something wrong, Daddy?" she asked.

Jamie was startled from his lascivious reverie by his young daughter's 
innocently questioning voice. He blushed a deep red ... deeper than 
most men flush due to his pale skin and blonde hair.

"Uh ... nothing, sweetheart ... nothing at all. Just a frog in my 
throat!"

Nancy wondered nonetheless, why, a few moments later, her father seemed 
to be having some difficulty in the area of his stomach. He seemed to 
be adjusting himself, and apparently it wasn't easy to do!

"How funny!" she thought, "How very funny!"



Chapter 4


The family sat assembled around the immense dining-room table, and the 
low conversational tone of their voices punctuated and mingled with a 
comforting sound of spoons clinking against china plates. They were at 
the soup course, and John sat at the head of the table watching as the 
maid, Bonnie filled the soup bowls of his family.

"They're all mine!" he thought ... even his daughter's husband and his 
son's wife came under the heading of "his" family! He was getting 
older, and the idea that he had spawned children who in turn would 
create others made him feel good. Indeed, they had already started with 
little Nancy! he thought. He looked down the table to where his little 
granddaughter sat, her glistening auburn hair, inherited from her 
mother tied in becoming pigtails.

"What an attractive and intelligent little girl!" he thought, beaming 
down the table at her. His eyes passed on to her mother, Susan, who sat 
next to his son.

"Wonder what's wrong with her?" John thought, letting his attention 
move on to his son. Jamie was paying little attention to his wife and 
daughter, John noticed. He seemed to be far away in his own thoughts 
and John recalled that he had always been like that even as a little 
boy ... always moody and daydreaming! He made a mental note to speak to 
him some time when they were alone ... to caution him about neglecting 
his family!

Across the heavily laden table, sat John's blonde daughter Tricia, ten 
years younger than her brother, her father still considered her the 
baby of the family, and it was hard for him to think of her in any 
other light but this. He gave his daughter a smile, trying to conceal 
his concern. She certainly did look every bit as much like a fairy 
princess as she always had! John mused, even if she did look just a wee 
bit drawn ... as though she hadn't had enough sleep the night before. 
He saw his lovely daughter return his smile, and thought he detected a 
hint of sadness in her eyes.

"If that son-of-a-bitch has been mistreating her ...!!" he thought 
furiously turning his attention to his son-in-law, Ike. Ike wasn't 
paying the least bit of attention to Tricia, but appeared to be very 
interested in something across the table! John followed his son-in-
law's gaze and saw that he was looking down the front of Susan's dress! 
She was bending over sideways to pick up a dropped napkin and the firm, 
cream-white globes were almost visible to the nipples! John gulped too 
when he saw them, and figured he couldn't really blame Ike for looking 
... all the same it made him uneasy to see Ike looking at a woman other 
than Tricia like that, especially one who was his own relative by 
marriage!

The maid bustled out after having finished serving the soup but she 
paused at the door before leaving surveying the family group and 
thinking her own thoughts about them before announcing, "Madam said to 
start without her, she's unavoidably detained but will be down in a 
moment!"

John let out a whoop of amusement after the woman had left. "That 
'Madam' she's talking about, is just my wife ... you know her folks, 
good old Mama Livingston!" The entire table laughed, and Jamie stood 
up, raising his glass, in toast to "my mother, Madam Livingston ... may 
she appear shortly amongst us, to grace our table with her illustrious 
presence!" His blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he sipped his excellent 
New York State wine. Carrie Livingston's airs as her husband John 
called them, were a standing family joke, although they were all 
careful not to make too much fun of her when she was present, as she 
had a notable lack of humour about her own quirks.

John started in on the creamy potatoe soup ... he didn't care if Carrie 
wanted to call it Vichyssoise or not ... to him it was just plain old 
potatoe soup ... a little smoother than his mother used to make it when 
he was a boy on the farm.

He wondered what was keeping his wife so long ... he had wanted to 
propose a toast himself, but now he had to wait until the entire family 
was together!

He had great hopes about the two week vacation he had suggested to the 
family. It would bring them all closer together, straighten out any 
problems that had to be straightened out! And what better place for it 
than at "Livingston's" his own resort where hundreds of strangers came 
to have a good time each summer season. He had purposefully turned down 
all requests for reservations for these first two weeks. They would all 
have a ball, he thought, riding the horses, swimming in the pool (since 
the weather promised to hold out, almost as though it were midsummer) 
playing golf, tennis, pool, and any of the many other activities that 
"Livingston's" offered its paying guests. For the next season, John was 
offering live entertainment, and the workmen were due to arrive around 
the middle of the month to begin work on the separate building that 
would serve as a nightclub. All in all, things were going splendidly, 
and he wanted to share some of his good fortune with his family ... and 
he was especially interested in having two whole weeks when he would be 
seeing his lovely blonde daughter, Tricia, every day!

Jamie was enjoying his soup. It wasn't so bad being at the old house 
after all. Everyone seemed pleasant enough since their arrival a few 
hours ago in the trailer, and he was really very impressed with the 
changes and additions that his father and mother had made to the old 
place, which had only been one big house and a lot of land when he was 
a boy growing up. Now there were additions to the main house, including 
his mother's outrageously decorated bedroom suite, and there were 
several other buildings on the property, including the cabins some of 
the guests stayed in. There was also a swimming pool of Olympic 
proportions! What he wouldn't have given to have that there as a boy! 
He'd been surprised how glad he was to see his mother. He couldn't get 
over it. Each time he saw her she seemed to have gotten younger! She 
was something of a bother sometimes he'd thought upon seeing her run 
down to the car to meet him dressed in a smart slack-suit, but all in 
all he was really genuinely fond of the old girl!

He hadn't seen his sister, Tricia, in a while either, even though they 
lived within easy reach of each other in New York ... he in a two story 
house near Sayville on Long Island, and she in an apartment in less 
affluent Queens. He couldn't for the life of him see why his younger 
sister had chosen to marry Ike ... a very bad TV repairman, referred to 
by his sister when they first met as "an electronics engineer!" Well, 
at least the guy wanted to own his own store someday, Jamie thought, 
looking across the table at Ike, whose dark hair always seemed a shade 
too long, and who always looked like he needed a shave no matter when 
he shaved! Jamie being blonde didn't have that trouble, and he always 
felt a little envious of men who had heavy beards. He himself had tried 
to grow a moustache several times, but the results had always been too 
light to be effective, and he usually shaved the whole mess off after a 
couple of weeks. Scrutinizing his brother-in-law as unobtrusively as he 
could, Jamie decided that Tricia must have married him uniquely for his 
looks. "... and I'll bet he gives her what for in bed!" he speculated.

"Would you pass me the salt, please ..." The familiar voice of his wife 
startled him, at once interrupting his chain of thought. Annoyed, he 
reached for one of several salt and pepper sets on the table and set 
them down before her plate.

"Thank you ..." Susan said distinctly, in such a way that he knew she 
was rebuking him for not talking to her since they sat down at the 
table. Usually his reaction to such an attitude on her part would be to 
become even more unsociable, but suddenly he decided, the hell with it 
... why not really relax and have a good time since they were committed 
to being there for two weeks!

"Not at all!" he replied, turning to smile at his wife brilliantly. 
"Would you like some more wine, honey?" He downed his glass and reached 
for one of the bottles that the maid had left on the table.

Susan was at first startled by Jamie's change in attitude, and she 
didn't know whether he was being sarcastic or if she ought to take him 
seriously. She was feeling a little self-conscious about the low cut 
dress she had chosen to wear at dinner ... but she was beginning to 
feel a little desperate about ever being attractive to her husband 
again, and while dressing, she'd made a split second decision on the 
provocative black dress that showed more of her amply proportioned 
breasts than usual. Smiling hopefully back at her husband, she searched 
his face for a sign. Jamie returned her look good naturedly, and Susan 
felt herself relaxing a little. Perhaps things would be alright after 
all! She allowed him to fill her empty wine glass to the brim, and as 
he toasted her she felt a surge of happiness run through her as she 
noticed his eyes taking in the magnificent swell of her almost naked 
breasts. If everything worked out alright that evening, perhaps they 
would make love that night! She was sure that Ike across the table from 
her was the type who made wild love to Jamie's sister every night ... 
Lucky Tricia! she thought enviously.

"I want to toast too, Mommy!" little Nancy piped up. She was already 
bored by this adult's supper and was hoping she'd be able to finish 
eating and go outside soon. She had no intention of going to bed, but 
hoped to explore more of her grandparents' resort while no one was 
about to tell her what she should or shouldn't be doing.

"Of course, darling," Susan replied, clinking her glass to her 
daughter's soda filled wine glass. "Let's toast to a very successful 
evening!"



Ike had not failed to notice his beautiful auburn-haired sister-in-
law's splendid figure. He had only met her once or twice before, but 
never had he suspected that she had such hidden talents! What he 
wouldn't give to get his hands on those babies, he thought! And what 
was better to get some good photographs of them for his secret 
collection. He was idly wondering if she ever sunbathed in the nude and 
congratulating himself for bringing up not only all his photographic 
equipment, but his new video recorder as well! He chuckled when he 
remembered Tricia's expression when she saw him putting all the cameras 
in the car. Poor Tricia! He hoped she got used to it all soon because 
he had no intentions of giving up his favorite hobby! He really didn't 
mind forcing his little blonde wife to do all these wild things though 
... in fact he had begun to enjoy that aspect of it more and more. And 
Tricia could not deny much longer that she was getting some good lays! 
He turned suddenly to her and whispered, "you know sweetie, if you'd 
just wise up to what you really like, you'd be a really groovy chick!"

Tricia turned a bright crimson, worrying that her father might overhear 
her husband talking to her like this.

"Ike!" she whispered fiercely, "how can you talk to me like that ... 
I'm your wife ... not some chick!!!"

Ike was really beginning to embarrass her. Not only was he doing 
nothing to cover up his usually surly attitude for the sake of her 
family, but he seemed to be more rambunctious than usual! The way he 
was gulping his wine was making her very nervous, because she knew that 
he just couldn't handle liquor, although he was one of those men who 
thought he could take any amount! He was already ruining what she had 
hoped would be a happy reunion with her family, and Tricia felt 
mortified by the prospect of two whole weeks ahead of her, during which 
she could only try to make Ike behave! Looking across the table at her 
sister-in-law, Susan, Tricia thought that she had all the luck ... 
being married to someone nice and quiet as her brother Jamie. Jamie was 
probably very considerate of her feelings, she thought, watching him 
pour wine for his wife.

These reveries were cut off in midstream by the sudden addition of 
music to the room. It was coming from the living room door, the door 
between the rooms having suddenly been flung open. Wild violin strings 
poured liquid tremolos of sound over the diners and as everyone looked 
up, they were more than astounded by what they saw!

Carrie Livingston stood framed in the doorway, posing as it were for 
her astonished family. Her height having always been an advantage for 
entrances, this time gave her the air of being almost seven feet tall, 
and although she was naturally a slender woman, in many ways she 
resembled an amazon. More than anything, it was an attitude she had 
which enabled her to exude an aura of just about anything she wanted. 
Tonight, she wanted pure glamour ... pure beauty ... pure sex. And this 
she achieved with ease. For one thing, her long diaphanous gown swept 
from her shoulders to the floor in a scintillating gold and white rush 
of material, caught up at one splendidly creamy shoulder by a diamond 
brooch that seemed to be all that was holding the whole thing up. Not 
that it mattered whether it was held up or not, for the grandmother, 
mother, mother-in-law, and wife was wearing a dress that was almost 
completely transparent! This gave the most interesting and penetrating 
view of Carrie's magnificently preserved body to every member of the 
family at the long dining room table.

In spite of their second thoughts, the first thought of every man in 
the room, be it husband, son or son-in-law, was something to the effect 
of, "MY GOD, WHAT A FIGURE!"

Carrie knew she looked good, so she stood there just long enough to let 
everyone get a good look, and then she ambled slowly into the room, her 
beaming smile and mascaraed eyes taking in each of them. Her large 
breasts swayed slowly as she moved, bouncing just the tiniest bit up 
and down, and the smooth line that moved at a tempting angle from her 
hip to her groin where the inverted crown of her pubic mound formed a 
perfect vee was clearly visible through the gauze of her gown.

"Hello ... darlings ..." she cooed, kissing each of them lightly on the 
cheeks and trailing a wake of sensuous "Caleche" perfume behind her. As 
she took her place at the end of the table facing her husband, she 
noted with amusement what looked like a sea of awestruck faces turned 
in her direction. All conversation had stopped, and John looked as 
though he were about to explode. Before this could happen, Carrie waved 
her hand and chimed out, "Marie! The champagne please!!!" Then she 
looked around her and said, "Isn't anyone going to hold my chair for 
me?"

Her son Jamie, who was closest, jumped up and pulled his mother's chair 
back. Obviously embarrassed, he took his place again, and looked down 
at his place setting. Beside him, Susan stared as though mesmerized at 
the visible crowns of her mother-in-law's nipples, which were firm and 
thick and apparently lightly rouged to make them stand out even more.

The champagne arrived just in time and everyone drank thirstily, happy 
for something to concentrate on other than Carrie's unorthodox dress. 
When the first two bottles were empty Carrie commanded that another two 
be brought, and no one, least of all herself objected to the flow of 
sparkling imported wine. By the time the roast venison had been 
devoured and the last course of dessert (apple pie and vanilla ice 
cream) had been served, most everyone felt completely at ease, no 
matter what their previous problems. Little Nancy had long since left 
after saying, "Gee whiz, Grandma, all of you is certainly pretty!" and 
the adults had entered into the pleasant haze of elation that good brut 
champagne can give to almost anyone.

John had quite forgotten his original fury at seeing his wife appear at 
a family gathering in such revealing attire, and was deep in 
conversation with his daughter about one of the many incidents of her 
childhood which he recalled with fond detail and loved to tell over and 
over again.

Ike was holding forth to both Carrie and Susan, his two in-laws, mother 
and sister about photography, promising to show them both some of his 
photographs which he just happened to have brought along. The two women 
seemed very interested, and Ike found himself thinking, "That's not all 
I'd like to show them!" For his first interest in Susan's low-cut dress 
had been replaced with great impact by his mother-in-law's revealing 
outfit.

"To think that she'd dare to do something like that!" he thought. "What 
guts! What balls!" It lead him to wondering just what else she might 
dare to do. He bet she'd had her fun in her time, and from what he 
could see, there was plenty of mileage left in her well cared for 
chassis! He was only a little ashamed to be thinking such things about 
his wife's mother, and that little bit vanished as he continued 
drinking the excellent champagne.

The only person who seemed to be unaffected by the mood of general 
gayety was Jamie, who couldn't quite get over the proximity of his 
nearly naked mother! It was just horrible, and the fact that everybody 
else was just ignoring it only added to his discomfort! He had always 
hated it when she showed off her shape just as if she were some teen-
ager ... but this was certainly the farthest she had ever gone in that 
direction.

When Carrie left the table to replace a broken champagne glass with one 
from the kitchen, Jamie followed her, and facing her in the quiet midst 
of the modern cooking appliances, he angrily suggested that she go put 
some clothes on. Since the maid had gone home, Carrie had no fear of 
being overheard.

"Hah!" she replied, tilting her head back and letting loose a charming 
laugh. "You take things much too seriously, Jamie! Always did ... even 
when you were a little boy!"

Jamie felt his blood pressure rising. When she got going about "when he 
was a little boy" he often felt like throttling her, and this was no 
exception!

"Now ... I took great trouble having this dress made ... Marlene 
Dietrich wore one similar to it when she opened at ..."

"But you're not Marlene Dietrich! You're my mother!" Jamie interrupted, 
fairly shouting.

"That's correct dear boy ..." Carrie answered beginning to get annoyed 
by her son's persistence. "I am your mother ... and you don't tell me 
what to do ... if anything I tell you what to do!"

"I'm a grown man ..." Jamie began, sputtering.

"And ... I'm a grown woman! And what's more it certainly isn't the 
first time you've seen my body ... why as a child you used to always 
come into the bathroom while I was bathing ... I remember how wonderful 
it was when you used to scrub my back ... such a look of concentration 
on your little face ... you were such a darling ..."

"NO! STOP IT!" Jamie yelled. "WILL YOU SHUT UP?? WHEN WILL YOU STOP 
TRYING TO BE YOUNG AGAIN? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET OLD LIKE EVERYBODY 
ELSE'S MOTHER? HOW OLD ARE YOU ANYWAY??????!"

Carrie stared at her son in amazement, her face turning white with 
rage. "I thought I'd taught my son some manners!" she said tersely. But 
Jamie had already turned his back to his mother and was halfway out the 
door. And then he was gone.

Carrie stood staring after him for a long moment, and then she put her 
hands up to her face and began to cry. Instead of returning to the 
dining room, she gathered up a new bottle of champagne from her endless 
supply and taking a glass with her, slipped out onto the back porch 
that adjoined the kitchen. There, she felt she would be free to cry all 
she wanted without anyone seeing ... and there in the dark she would be 
allowed to have any fantasies she felt like.

She was still sitting there some time later when Ike wandered out into 
the kitchen. From there he noticed the doorway leading outside and 
wanting a much needed breath of fresh air, found himself on the porch 
with Carrie.

She was sitting in an old-fashioned swinging chair, staring 
remorsefully into the dark night. In one hand she held her champagne 
glass, in the other the bottle.

"Well ... if it isn't the grand lady ... I mean ... Hi Mother 
Livingston!" Ike was feeling no pain, and he felt ready for any 
situation, any occasion. He plopped himself down on the swing beside 
Carrie, setting it to creaking and swaying and laughed good naturedly 
with surprise.

"Gee ... I thought this damned thing was just an ordinary sofa!" he 
declared.

Carrie brightened considerably with the arrival of her new company, 
rising to the occasion by blotting her smeared mascara as best she 
could and deciding to make the best of an almost ruined evening.

Before too long they were both roaring with laughter and telling each 
other dirty stories. Ike did not worry about being missed inside, as 
Ike knew that everyone was pretty much beyond caring. And if anyone did 
care they could just come on out and find out how much more pleasant it 
was out on the porch!

For the first time, Carrie was appreciating the young man her daughter 
had married. He really wasn't so bad at all! she thought through a haze 
of alcohol. And he did have all that dark curly hair. That was really 
quite appealing. And he knew how to tell a good joke! What was more, he 
seemed to be most appreciative of her own wit and charm, and Carrie 
felt more than grateful to him for that. She felt her self-esteem 
rising again after the fit of depression her son had caused.

"And then he touched her there and there! and said, 'But you promised 
not to laugh!'" Ike finished up the punch line of his joke and feeling 
a sudden inspiration, he illustrated it by touching his mother-in-law 
lightly twice ... once on each breast. The two rouged nipples were 
still visible, and even in the dark of the porch, Ike could see them. 
The scent of the older woman's perfume penetrated him, and as he 
realized just what he had done, a thrill of lust spread through him. He 
saw that Carrie was not laughing, but was giving him a rather curious 
look. He held his breath a moment taking in the pale beauty of her 
features. God she was beautiful! Much more beautiful than her daughter 
Tricia would ever be! He felt a strong field of attraction growing up 
between them, and the longer each of them went without speaking, the 
stronger it grew. Suddenly, there was nothing else for him to do but 
lean forward and kiss her.

He found her lips warm and slightly parted, and as he pressured them 
with his own, he felt them trembling. She was accepting his kiss! The 
sweetness of forbidden fruit crept into each of their minds and Ike let 
his tongue wander far into the back of the older woman's mouth.

Carrie felt the shock of Ike's kiss as strongly as if he had struck her 
across the face. Her whole being accepted it ... wanted it, cried out 
for it! In it was the recognition she had been seeking ... it said, 
"You are beautiful ... young ... desirable!" The heat of alcohol she'd 
consumed mingled in her veins with the surging power of long pent-up 
desire. Her subconscious wish for a lover had been answered! And yet, 
of course, it wasn't entirely that simple ... was anything ever simple 
...? Her eyes flickered open and she looked intensely at the man who 
was now gathering her into his arms ... her daughter's husband!

"OH no ... OH NO, IKE ..." she said pushing him away from her. The 
swing creaked and groaned. "No ... please ... I can't ... we can't ... 
certainly not!"

But Ike pretended she had said nothing ... "What a magnificent 
creature!" he said leaning forward again. His throat felt dry and 
harsh. He could see the resemblance to Tricia in this older woman's 
face, and an odd mixture of excitement and curiosity took hold of him. 
He felt her stiffen and draw back as he took hold of her, but then 
after a second of hesitation, she let him pull her to him again. He 
kissed her hard, trying to eradicate any shades of guilt or doubt in 
either of their minds.

Things were happening so fast that Carrie's brain was spinning too fast 
for her to catch up with it. She tried to pull away but her son-in-law 
held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her 
mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursing her tongue agilely. She 
felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to 
stop him. But Ike pushed her head back so that it was resting on the 
back of the porch swing, her body arching up against his, her breasts 
pressed up against his hard chest.

"Nnnnnoooooooo ..." she protested, unconvincingly.

Suddenly, Ike's hands were running up and down the smooth expanse of 
exposed flesh on Carrie's back and at that instant, the taste of his 
mouth on hers became delicious.

"Oh, God!" she thought. "What the hell am I doing?" But even as she 
asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a 
mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Carrie 
might be able to conjure up. It wanted Ike's male hardness. And she 
felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how 
much she wanted him ... wanted her own son-in-law!

His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no 
move to stop him. How could anyone stop something that felt that good? 
She felt a trickle of perspiration run down the valley between her 
bulging white breasts and bit hard on her lower lip as Ike's tongue 
trailing a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the petite shell-
like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it 
seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything 
up in there!

An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as her 
daughter's husband's other hand moved down to her knee and then up 
toward her thigh, pushing the folds of her dress back as it climbed, 
she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the 
blonde downy triangle that nestled so tightly up between them as she 
squeezed her legs hard together. She pressed her buttocks down harder 
into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment 
when his fingers would reach her wetly pulsating vaginal slit. She 
couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her there! And 
yet, he showed every intention of doing just that. His fingers moved 
firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm 
smooth naked flesh. Carrie pressed her buttocks down hard against the 
swing seat, feeling his fingers move upward against the flesh of her 
soft inner thighs with greater certainty now.

He was almost there.

Then his fingers brushed the soft, nervously trembling mound of her 
sex, covered by the thin sheer fabric of her nylon panties and Carrie 
moaned audibly and closed her eyes tight, letting the acute sensations 
of pleasure roll over her. Even though his moving fingers were 
separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, 
it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She found 
herself parting her legs slightly, almost as though she herself had 
nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger 
access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her 
upper thighs ... only that thin, pussy-moistened nylon band stood 
between his finger and the expectantly waiting paradise of her cunt.

Almost violently, she threw her arms around her young son-in-law's 
neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue squirming 
back at him blindly while his middle finger slipped slowly and 
teasingly under the elastic legband of her thin white panties. Then, 
strangely, a perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was 
wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside 
the soft nylon and sliding over the highly sensitive pinkness between 
her legs. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each slight indentation 
upon his finger as it slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and 
began a steady teasing at the trembling little mouth of her hidden 
vagina.

He continued flicking at it, making her whimper and squirm in his arms 
and then his other hand slipped into the open vee of her gown to touch 
the hard pebble-like nipples that were already like hot little poker 
tips. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he 
would have to have his way with her.

"Yes ..." Carrie hissed. "... oh, yes ... yessssssss ..." as 
involuntarily she began to move her hips back and forth in time to the 
rhythm of her young son-in-law's lewd finger-fucking.

Suddenly Ike gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in 
pain and in the same instant, worm two fingers at the same time high up 
into her hotly clenching vagina.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ..."

The impact of the blunt ends of Ike's fingers striking against the soft 
end of her cervix high up in the confines of her now shamelessly 
pulsing cunt created wave after wave of startling pleasure.

Ike began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his 
mother-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. Perspiration popped out all over 
his face as he realized just what was taking place. For Gods sake, he 
thought. Here he was with his hand up his mother-in-law's pussy while 
his wife and her husband not to mention the rest of the fuckin' family 
was sitting in the house, not fifty feet from where the two of them 
sat, totally involved in the most intimate of ways!

Then, without warning, Carrie grabbed Ike's invading hand in both of 
hers and with a muffled, almost silent scream rammed his fingers deep 
and hard into her quivering vaginal channel, churning and clenching the 
smooth wet cuntal walls around them as the beginning of a shattering 
climax began to well up inside her.

"... now ... NOW ..." she groaned in a half-whisper and then bit down 
hard on her lower lip as she felt her throbbing pussy expand and ripen 
as with a shattering suddenness, her vaginal muscles tightened and she 
drew in a deep breath. Her face crimson, electric tingles ricocheting 
from the depths of her being to the pointed tightness of her breasts, 
Carrie moaned out lewd encouragement to her son-in-law as completely 
deranged by lust, she turned into a helpless mass of quivering, 
cumming, female flesh.

Wave after wave of hot violent flashes slammed throughout her body as 
her vaginal juices spilled out and over Ike's invading fingers until 
exhausted, Carrie, her legs still limply spread, went completely loose 
and slumped into a satiated heap on the old swinging sofa.



Chapter 5


Jamie took Susan by the arm and marched her out of the big house. He 
didn't care to stay any longer after his brief but bitter scene with 
his mother, and he could see that John and Tricia were deep in the 
midst of a father-daughter conversation that he wanted no part of. His 
mother was still sulking somewhere and Ike had disappeared. The cool 
night mountain air did nothing to dispel his anger, and his mother's 
words kept going round and round in his head until he felt dizzy. All 
that wine and champagne didn't help either. Susan was resolutely silent 
beside him as they reached the small but comfortable cabin they were to 
inhabit during their stay at "Livingston's". Cabin Number 2, it said 
over the door. Next to it was Cabin 3 where their daughter Nancy was 
sleeping. The little girl had been thrilled at having a "house" of her 
own, and Jamie was glad that she wasn't sharing the room with him and 
Susan. He felt in a very bad mood, and he wouldn't be surprised if his 
wife would do or say something that would set them to arguing again!

Susan was undressing and getting ready to put on her nightgown while 
Jamie ... already in pajamas and robe sat in a chair watching her. Her 
soft silken auburn hair cascaded to her shoulders as she slipped into 
the pale blue nylon nightgown and shook her head to make the curls fall 
into place. She felt a little frightened by Jamie's attitude, sensing 
that for once his anger had little to do with her.

Noting the transparency of his wife's night garb, Jamie suddenly 
blurted out, "The nerve of her ... the gall!"

Suddenly Susan knew that he was talking about his mother. She realized 
that Jamie had been truly offended by Carrie Livingston's lack of 
modesty.

"You mean ... Mother Livingston?" she inquired timidly. She wished that 
he would forget all that and see that she was there ... and ready for 
loving! The excitement of being in a new bed always made her feel 
illicit and want to make love ... and since it had been so very long 
...

"Why don't you just forget it honey ..." she said approaching her 
blonde husband. "You know she's always been a little eccentric ... 
let's think about ... us!" She placed her arm around him, emboldened by 
all the champagne she'd drunk, and then ran her fingers through his 
wavy hair.

Jamie breathed in the womanly fragrance of his wife. It reminded him of 
something. In an instant he knew what it was. His mother's scent! Those 
times when he used to scrub her back in the tub ... the way she had 
looked ... the smooth silkiness of her body ... the way he had felt! ! 
!

His fury returned, and he realized that Susan was kissing him. There 
was something terrible about her arms around him, her breasts pressing 
close to him ... the moistness of her lips ... something that made him 
feel like he was smothering ... and yet simultaneously a fierce lust 
overcame him and he could feel his big cock looming up like a club-
hammer ... thick and twice as hard! He stood up abruptly and Susan 
jumped back a little.

"Let's go to bed ..." he said in a low tense voice. He began ripping 
off his robe and pajamas and presently stood naked before her.

Susan was unbelievably happy. At last they were really going to make 
love. She too began to unclothe, and when she had revealed the complete 
tender sight of her firm full breasts with their pink nipples with 
areolas the size of half dollars, she shivered a little. She was cold, 
but she was also filled with a wonderful excitement! Jamie was clearly 
in a state of incredible arousal, from the size of his upstanding cock! 
She imagined the feel of its hard bulk ramming high up in the narrow 
confines of her vagina! God, how she wanted him!

"Lie down ..." Jamie said.

Susan hastened to do as she was told. In a flash she was on the bed 
beside him, breathing shallowly, waiting patiently for him to make the 
first move. How fast her heart was beating!

"That bitch," Jamie was thinking ... "That cunt!" He seemed to still 
see his mother's well cared for and well displayed figure, the way she 
had been in the kitchen a short while before.

"Jamie ..." Susan whispered, hesitantly.

"Turn over ..." he said. He felt beyond himself ... maniacal almost. He 
knew at once what he wanted to do to punish his mother for making such 
a lewd spectacle of herself. A slight smile came to his lips.

"Turn over on your belly, I said!" Jamie hissed down at his 
unsuspecting wife. He flipped her over, pulling part of the sheet with 
her and when she lay beside him on her stomach, he watched as her white 
buttocks quivered and shook with each trembling breath she gasped in. 
He pulled away the sheet and stared down at his wife's gleaming milky 
skin, the well-rounded softness of her nether cheeks bobbing 
defenselessly before him. His cock ached dully and he felt prey to a 
gnawing lust that no normal loving could satisfy.

He reached out and with his thumbs pressing outward, he spread the full 
white globes. Leaning over, he peered inside the warm deep crevice of 
his wife's widespread buttocks.

"What are you going to do?" she asked as with a sudden panic she felt 
him begin to probe inside her exposed anal crevice. His fingers were 
roaming over the open split, teasing and exploring. He had never 
touched her there before and her dazed mind sensed in horror that he 
was going to make her submit to some kind of horrible indignity and 
even as she realized it, his middle finger was probing experimentally 
at her tiny puckered anus, spreading it, teasing it ... and then 
suddenly it popped painfully up to the first knuckle into the tight 
virgin hole.

"AAAARRRRGGGG ... NNOOOO!!!!"

Savagely, he wormed his finger in further, feeling the tight little 
hole expand unwillingly at the forced pressure. Susan winced in pain 
and cried out again, but it only caused him to move the tip around 
still more within the dark, defensively clenching confines of her 
finger stretched rectum. The rubbery outer lips gave a little beneath 
his prodding, and encouraged, Jamie forced in a second finger.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!!!" Susan screamed down into the mattress again and 
again, desperately trying to get away from this maniac who was her 
husband, but Jamie pinned her back down to the bed with his other hand 
pressed into her back and continued his brutal attack. He maneuvered 
around so that he was kneeling back between her legs, looking directly 
down into the widespread split of her rectum.

"Say you want me to do it ..." he commanded.

"Wh ... WHAT?" Susan asked, not believing her ears.

Jamie's answer was to shove his fingers sharply inward.

"I said, say you want it! Say 'fuck me up the ass' GO ON, SAY IT!!!"

Susan tried to get the words out, hoping against hope that somehow if 
she cooperated with him, it might all be over soon, but as soon as she 
opened her mouth, she broke out in uncontrollable little sobs. 
Suddenly, Jamie pulled his fingers out and the rubbery muscle of her 
anus clung to them, reluctant to release them from its grasp. They 
popped out with a loud, lewd sucking noise and she felt his body come 
down on hers and stretch out along its length. She shivered with 
anticipation, but he lifted himself back up from her and knelt between 
her wide stretched legs once more.

"Kneel up."

Susan followed his instructions immediately. Something about the time 
of his voice assured her that this was no time to go against him. She 
presented him with the stretched upraised moons of her soft full 
buttocks, bending away before him, resting her hot flushed face on the 
pillow. She cringed as she felt her husband place the huge blunt tip of 
his swollen prick against the tight hairless opening of her rectum.

Jamie leaned back so that he could watch his cock going in. He grinned 
as it began probing and working against his wife's tiny puckered anal 
lips. He could hear her pleading desperately beneath him, but it didn't 
matter. Her ballooning buttocks remained perfectly-positioned for his 
cock, submissively pointed upward while he strained hard against the 
tiny, tightly resisting nether ring. For a brief moment, he thought he 
might not be able to get it in. Sadistically, he began to rock and 
push, working forward all the time, pulling her helpless body back 
toward him so that eventually the smooth, rubbery tip, with a slight 
popping noise, slipped hotly into the tight elasticity of his wife's 
tightly resisting anal passage.

"Oh God, NNNOOOOO!!!" Susan whispered helplessly, the sudden entry into 
her virgin passage of such an enormous thing caused searing flashes of 
white to form behind her tightly closed lids. The pain was astounding! 
It was everywhere around her ... inside her. Pain seemed to be an 
integral part of her! The burning of her anus made her know that she 
would never be the same there and hatred welled up inside her for what 
her husband was doing to her ... he was maiming and ruining her for 
life!

Behind her, Jamie pushed on and his thick pole sunk further and further 
into the tight rubbery passage of her anus and to her physical pain was 
added a dreadful shame that hurt even more. Susan groaned louder and 
louder, gasping for breath as though his giant penis were blocking her 
windpipe.

Behind her, Jamie closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the 
luxurious feel of her tight clamping nether lips, rippling rhythmic 
convolutions around his hard, driving prick. It felt incredible and he 
couldn't hold back another second! He began to saw mercilessly into the 
soft, gently throbbing regions of her defenseless rectum.

At first the pressure of his cock was almost unbearable but now it was 
exhilarating. He watched as his thick prick disappeared right up her 
ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not half an inch of it 
showed, the straining cock reaching far up into her shaking belly. His 
balls ached and his penis danced with a thousand hot sparks every time 
he surged into her.

As the plunder of her abused rectum continued, Susan felt the pain ease 
a little. It wasn't much at first, but it helped. The white searing 
flashes were gone and then as she heard her husband's moans of pleasure 
behind her and grew more accustomed to the monstrous size of his 
invading penis sunk deep in her anus, a dull pleasure began to grow in 
her loins. And somehow without being able to do anything about it, she 
herself was moaning with a strangely growing half-pleasure.

The sound of her helpless mewlings reached Jamie's ears and a lewd grin 
spread across his lust contorted face. She was really his now. A slave 
submitting to his pleasure. He could do anything he liked with her now, 
and he did. Grinding his giant cock up to his testicles into her ass 
and leaving it there, he listened to her groan while he simply rotated 
his loins and moved it gently around and around in her bowels like a 
probing snake. He slipped his prick back out until just the head 
remained buried in her and then plunged it right back in again in one 
long slow stroke. His prick tingled, his balls alive. He knew he could 
cum anytime now, but he wanted it to last just a while longer before he 
felt the rush of sperm emptying deep into his kneeling wife's quivering 
little ass.

Then, unable to wait longer, he began to fuck rapidly into her, hard 
and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped 
the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his 
strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping the 
sleeve of a shirt over an oversized arm. His eyes bulged wide at the 
spectacle of her smooth skinned, marble-white body bucking up before 
him and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged 
forward with a hard, buttock-flattening thrust that seared up her cock-
stretched anus like wild fire.

"OH, FUCK!" he hissed between his tightly clenched teeth, his prick 
swollen to undreamed proportions, the thick head pressed hard by his 
wife's defensively contracting rectum as her entire body shivered and 
quaked. He reached over under her belly and grabbed onto her dancing 
swaying breasts, one large mound of flesh fully occupying each hand.

Then, as though hypnotized by her husband's lewd sodomy, Susan fucked 
back at her maniacal husband with renewed fervor, her untouched pussy 
contracting on its own in response to the signals from her burning 
rectum.

"Ssssssaaaaahhhhhhhh ..." she cried out, half in pain, half in 
pleasure. "Cum, Jamie ... for God's sake ... cummmm!!!"

Jamie gasped and gave one last mighty thrust into her hotly clenching 
rectum, as his wife's entire body shivered and quaked, responding 
hungrily.

Long streams of thick semen rushed from his convulsing prick and insane 
waves of unabashed pleasure filled him as his orgasm carried him to 
dizzying heights.

It seemed as if he had never cum before! And beneath his back breaking 
attack, Susan felt the first delicious torrents of her husband's hot, 
white semen splash deep up into the hotly burning depths of her rectum, 
its heat surging through her body like a volcanic eruption. The never 
before felt sensation touched off her own climax and she screamed as a 
great, unexplainable gush of masochistic pleasure rippled through her. 
Then, as her own body trembled in orgasm beneath him she could feel his 
hot, thick sperm running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to 
the slit of her naked pussy where it met her own gushing sexual fluids 
and the two mingled warmly as they seeped obscenely down her naked 
inner thighs and onto the crumpled sheets beneath them.

*   *   *

Little Nancy had heard the low muffled groans quite clearly in her 
cabin, and had recognized her mother's voice immediately. Getting up 
quickly, she padded out into the night without even bothering to put on 
a robe over her white cotton nightgown. Her original thought had been 
that they were fighting and that it had gotten rougher than usual, but 
the closer she got to the cabin next to hers the more she realized that 
there was something quite different about the sounds her mother was 
making.

Now she stood on tip-toe at the high window on the side of the cabin, 
peering intently in. Her eyes had not left the lewd scene on the big 
double bed for the last twenty minutes ... time enough to see it all!

"Wow!!!" she repeated to herself under her breath over and over again. 
The sight of her mother and father stark naked and putting on such a 
weird show had left her stunned and breathless. She was finally getting 
the sex education she had been asking for!!!

Her mother had bought her all kinds of books in an effort to answer 
some of her many questions on the subject, but all had been a great 
disappointment to the ten-year-old. Now she thought ... at last I'm 
really finding out something!

When at last almost as mentally and emotionally exhausted as her 
parents, she slipped down from the window and returned to her cabin, 
she was shivering from the cold and ready to get some sleep. Then she 
intended to spend all of the next day pondering the mysteries she had 
seen. The curious mixture of pain and pleasure in her mother's face ... 
Daddy's big hard thing disappearing up between her open legs ... How 
could it help but hurt ... the way he rammed it into Mom's behind! So 
that's really the way they made me!

Her tiny body quivering, she slipped into her bed and after sneezing 
twice beneath the covers, she fell into a deep dream-filled sleep.



Chapter 6


"God, I'd really like to throw it to her!" Ike woke up in Cabin One 
feeling horney as hell. Beside him, his wife, Tricia slumbered on. He 
contemplated her blonde curls and the shapely curve of her hips beneath 
the covers, and after considering it for awhile decided against waking 
her. Three days had passed since their arrival at "Livingston's" and 
they had been three of the strangest days that Ike had ever known.

He was unable to get his mother-in-law out of his mind. Ever since that 
incredible night when he'd felt her up out on the back porch ... What a 
sweet wet pussy! he'd been feeling utterly confused about what to do 
next. Carrie herself seemed to treat him as though nothing had ever 
happened, and the couple of times he had dared allude to their porch 
interlude, she had acted as though she really didn't know what he was 
talking about.

But she had to remember!!! The way she was carrying on! The way his 
fingers had fucked hard up into her naked pussy, and he'd felt her 
whole body trembling around them ... Just the thought of it now was 
almost enough to make him cum!

Tricia had been spending a lot of time with her father which was fine 
with him ... kept her off his back, but each night he had continued 
filming her on the video tape machine. He recalled how the night before 
she had tearfully protested that if he continued to mortify her this 
way, she would "tell Daddy!" That would be the day! Ike wondered if he 
should play back last night's scenes now, and then make it with Tricia 
again ... but then he thought better of it. What he needed was 
something different ... something spicy ... something like Carrie ... 
his mother-in-law!

He got up and put on a bathing suit and after gathering together his 
portable video tape recorder, lugged it down to the pool. It was still 
fairly early and no one seemed to be stirring. After plugging the set 
into an outlet in one of the dressing rooms, he set it up poolside, and 
then proceeded to film himself taking more and more elaborate dives 
from the low diving board into the clear blue water of the pool.

*   *   *

That afternoon Carrie lay down on her fur covered chaise with a 
magazine. She sighed. She was glad everyone had gone on the picnic. It 
gave her some much needed time to herself. Even though she hadn't been 
showing it, her nerves felt more than a little frayed. The presence of 
so many members of the family, all at one time could be wearing, she 
decided. Of course, she knew that it was really more than that. It was 
what she had allowed to happen out there with Ike, the very first night 
they'd come! But she tried not to think about that. It didn't seem 
possible that she had been that woman on the porch, groaning out her 
lust at each of her son-in-law's deft touches!

A hot flush enveloped her as she recalled it, and once more she tried 
to send the memory to the farthest reaches of her mind. She flipped the 
pages rapidly, scanning the interminable ads in the high fashion 
magazine. Ordinarily she would be looking for ideas for clothes, but 
now she, without even realizing it, hardly noticed what she was looking 
at. The thing to do was not to panic. If she had done something wrong 
... and certainly, she had ... the best thing for all concerned would 
be to keep a level head. She must not ruin her daughter's life ... much 
less her own, by acting stupidly. After all, what was really so awful 
about what she and Ike had done?? If it had been any ordinary man she 
would still be feeling the tiny delicious pangs of guilt about being 
untrue to John. She would just have to get over feeling so terrible 
just because this man was her own young 18-year-old daughter's husband! 
It would never happen again ... after all ... and if it hadn't been for 
Jamie saying those ghastly things to her, she wouldn't have drunk all 
that champagne ...!

She flicked on the FM radio beside her and putting down the magazine, 
lay her head back on the chaise, stretching out her feet and taking a 
deep breath to relax the way Gloria Swanson said she did on TV. She 
decided to enjoy the soft music and to let it float over her as she lay 
there in her cream colored silk pants suit. Her matching mules 
eventually slipped from her feet, revealing her pearl-painted toenails, 
and Carrie was asleep. Therefore she was totally unprepared for the 
knock that came on the door to her private bedroom a few moments later.

"What ...? Who ... is it?" She jumped up, completely forgetting what 
time of day it was, or the circumstances of her nap.

"It's me ..." a masculine voice said, and she had opened the door 
dazedly before realizing exactly who the familiar voice belonged to. 
The cobwebs of her dreams drifted away and in a sleepy voice she found 
herself face to face with her son-in-law.

Ike closed the door behind him, stepping into the room with all his 
equipment.

"But ..." Carrie was speechless.

"I told them all I had a belly-ache ..." Ike explained, already looking 
around for a place to set up his machine. "Ah ... there!!" he cried, 
moving hurriedly past the older woman and walking into the sumptuous 
room.

"Quite a joint you got here, Carrie," he said, whistling. "I've never 
been back here before!" He had decided that he had to see her ... had 
to have some kind of communication with this fascinating woman. He had 
to at least make her admit to him that she remembered what had taken 
place between them! He brought along the tapes he had made of himself 
at the swimming pool and put them in the machine.

Carrie regained some of her composure, but still she felt somehow 
terribly vulnerable being alone with her head-strong son-in-law. She 
would have to get him to leave right away ... or at least as soon as 
possible! He seemed to want to show her some kind of "plaything 
gadget," so she decided she would go along with that, and then firmly 
show him the door! He had a lot of nerve barging in on her like this! 
At the same time she was a trifle flattered that he had done it ... it 
reminded her of the way Giuliano, her old lover, would surprise her ...

"Come on over here, Carrie ...!" Ike interrupted the pleasant turn of 
his mother-in-law's thoughts. As she walked toward him he couldn't help 
noticing her voluptuous, twenty-five-year-old figure so elegantly 
clothed in her pant suit. He liked her hair too ... It was pale blonde 
and straight, unlike Tricia's curls ... and hung at a wonderful angle 
for her finely chiseled features. He had seen many young girls who had 
had their hair cut this way, but on not one of them had it looked so 
good as it did on Carrie Livingston.

"Sit down," he told her, when he noticed she was returning his frank 
gaze with an expression of annoyance. "Get a look at this ... ever seen 
one of these ...??"

The thought flickered through her mind that her young son-in-law might 
be trying to sell her this machine. It looked like a pretty ordinary TV 
set to her so far and her expression betrayed the thought that she just 
wished he would leave. But after a few seconds she saw that the figure 
diving from the board was Ike ... and that the pool was her swimming 
pool!

"Why, it's wonderful, Ike ..." she expressed in surprised amazement.

"What'd I tell you?" Ike said beaming, and taking in the soft swell of 
her breasts beneath the clinging material of her top.

They watched the scenes for some time, and then Ike got up and put in 
another which showed the whole family leaving for the picnic. Carrie 
was much more relaxed and frankly enjoying the video machine. She had 
not failed to notice either, the exquisite proportions of the younger 
man's physique. He looked magnificent in his trunks! If only she were 
younger ... and he weren't her son-in-law ... and ... she stopped 
thinking ... there were entirely too many "ifs!"

After a while Carrie got up and went to the well-stocked bar by the 
window. She came back holding two glasses of sparkling burgundy. The 
liquid bubbled up frothily and Carrie felt herself forgetting some of 
her "ifs" as Ike sought to make himself more and more charming. Carrie 
brought the bottle over to the low table in front of the chaise where 
they were sitting, and before she realized it, it was empty. The same 
kind of camaraderie that they had shared that first evening after 
dinner, sprang up between them now, as Ike hastened to open another 
bottle while telling her another slightly off-color story.

"You know, Ike ..." she told him, "you're a diamond in the rough ... 
you remind me a little bit of John ..."

"Oh, yeah? That's the first time a woman had told me I remind her of 
her husband!!" Ike roared with laughter, and then there was a slight 
pause as they both momentarily remembered just what their relationship 
to each other was!

Ike's features clouded over, and Carrie could see a familiar expression 
of aching desire on his face. She quickly turned her eyes away, but not 
before there had been a moment of recognition between them. Just the 
kind of recognition that Ike had been seeking.

"Have you been thinking about it ...?" Ike asked suddenly and 
pointedly.

"Ike ... I think you've got to leave now ..." Carrie kept her face 
turned from him. "Just go ... you've got to go!"

"No ..." Ike said, and then added, "I won't go until you tell me what 
you've been thinking ..."

Carrie turned to him angrily. "I have no intention of telling you 
anything of the sort!" In front of them the scenes of Ike diving and 
re-diving off the board were playing again.

When Ike took her in his arms, Carrie had a definite feeling of dj 
vu. It was just like before ... only this time ... "Oh, God," she 
thought ... "This time I want it more ... much more!" She felt the 
moisture of her hidden pussy increase two-fold as with a sudden 
weakness she let him hold her, and then kiss her. A raging fire built 
up higher and higher, and with a rush she knew that she was going to go 
all the way. There was no way she could stop him when she knew that she 
didn't want to!

"It ... it's going to happen!" she gasped, when he finally released 
her. And then she moaned passionately as he began to kiss her all over, 
her breasts, her stomach, her thighs ... pressing his lips to the 
smooth shiny material of her clothing, wetting it so that she could 
feel the warmth of his mouth on her skin.

"Yes ..." was all that Ike could say. "Yes!"

*   *   *

Nancy doubled back from the picnic shortly after it began. She couldn't 
think of anything more boring! She was really slightly peeved because 
her mother and father hadn't made love since that night she had spied 
on them. Every night since they had gone to bed barely speaking to each 
other and that was it! What a drag! She decided to leave and go back to 
the house to talk with Grandma! She had a feeling that if she asked 
Grandma questions she would give her some real answers! She recalled 
the nifty dress the older woman had worn at their first dinner, and 
Nancy felt really proud to have a grandmother who wasn't off sitting in 
a rocker somewhere!

It was a long walk back to "Livingston's", but she didn't mind ... it 
was a beautiful day and the countryside was lovely. Her tanned legs 
felt good as she walked along, and it seemed that she could feel each 
and every muscle in them. She played a game with herself, "feeling" 
each part of her body in the same mental way, and when she got to her 
tiny pussy, where the beginning sprouts of tiny fuzzy hairs were just 
becoming visible, she experienced a definite sensation of pleasure. By 
contracting her muscles there, she could make the pleasure even more 
intense! By squeezing her legs together there, just the slightest bit, 
it felt even better! It made her want to touch herself ... and she 
decided that as soon as she was indoors again, or at least some place 
where no one could see her, that she would!

She went up to the house right away, looking for her Grandmother, but 
she couldn't find her anywhere. Then she remembered that there was a 
new wing, and in it was Grandma's new bedroom. She had heard about it, 
but no one had shown it to her yet! She went down the hall and turned 
right, and was about to knock on the door when she heard sounds that 
warned her she shouldn't.

"OOooohhhh!" and then "AAAaaoomm!"

It sounded very familiar, except this time it wasn't her mother's voice 
... but her father's mother's ... GRANDMA'S!!! Without a second's 
hesitation she bent down to look through the keyhole, but found that 
she couldn't see a thing inside. Quickly she ran outside and around the 
back of the house, her young legs pumping as fast as they could. It 
didn't take her long to find the window, and she pulled a packing box 
over and stood up on it. Peering in, she could see her grandmother's 
big circular bed in the middle of the room, aglow with the warm lamp-
light that flooded it from all directions. Nancy's heart skipped a 
beat! Just a few feet away from her lay her beautiful grandmother, 
completely nude, her lithe body stretched out languidly on the huge 
bed. She gulped and stared bug-eyed as she saw the entire scene in its 
minutest details.

Carrie's head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed 
features contorted in a way that Nancy had never seen. And there on the 
floor, as naked as the day he was born, kneeled her Uncle Ike, his lips 
running moistly up and down the woman's exquisitely proportioned body. 
Nancy could see wet traces along her cream-like skin where his tongue 
had lovingly passed. Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples 
stood up high and hard as his mouth sucked on them. Then he began to 
move downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering belly 
and hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach and then down 
toward her inner thighs. Carrie writhed beneath his oral caresses with 
mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his hair, pulling him 
hungrily forward toward her soft glistening pussy.

Nancy leaned forward, holding onto the window sill for dear life. Her 
grandmother sure was going to answer a few questions for her! She knew 
she ought to leave, but she was hypnotized by the obscene spectacle 
going on before her. She had to watch!

Ike had gotten his mother-in-law so excited that now she lay back, her 
mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into nothingness. Now Ike 
positioned himself between her long thighs, his face within moments of 
touching her soft curling pubic hair. Carrie's belly rose rapidly up 
and down, trembling slightly in anticipation as Ike's hands pressed 
outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping below into the pelt of 
her already moist pussy. Nancy wet her lips as she watched Ike's 
fingers separate the outer lips of her grandmother's glistening vagina. 
The soft and cushiony hair-lined flesh spread slowly apart exposing the 
moist coral pink interior of her sensitive pussy, from the small 
budding tip of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her vaginal 
canal.

Nancy gulped down her shock when her uncle's head dropped down and his 
long lashing tongue slipped out to graze against the upright little nub 
of nerves at the very top of her visibly glistening cunt. Carrie's 
entire body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this searing 
contact down between her open thighs. Her long tapered legs flexed 
upward and she clamped them together around her son-in-law's head, 
letting the soft inner skin of her full thighs imprison his face in a 
soft fleshy trap. Her hips started a slow up and down motion to meet 
his hotly flicking tongue. Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her parted 
lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a startling fit of 
sexual agony.

Nancy's mouth fell open. Never had she dreamed of such a thing 
happening and almost as soon as the thought flashed across her brain 
she saw her Uncle lift his head from his slave-like position over 
Carrie's visibly pulsating vagina. What was happening, she thought. 
Uncle Ike seemed to be saying something and although Nancy thought it a 
strange time to start a conversation, she strained to hear what was 
being said.

"Oh, no ... we mustn't, Ike ... we can't ... it isn't right ... it just 
isn't right ..."

"But you want me to, don't you ..." Ike questioned her. "Don't you?" 
and to punctuate his remark, he lifted up and shifted his hips until 
the length of his hard, throbbing penis was pressed snugly between the 
moistly spread lips of her pussy, its smooth rubbery head caught in the 
soft cleft of her rhythmically contracting buttocks, and he ground 
gently against her.

"... yes ... YES, DAMN YOU, YES! ... fuck me ... fuck me now!" Carrie 
surrendered beneath him, the young boy's hotly teasing maleness pressed 
between her cunt lips becoming too much for her to bear.

The violent obscene language of her father's mother shocked Nancy so 
that her attention was diverted from the naked couple on the bed and 
for the first time she noticed the strange looking camera that was 
setup on a tripod a few feet away from the bed and from the way it 
looked even she could tell it was taking some kind of pictures of what 
was going on. She would have to find out all she could about whatever 
it was!

She watched as Carrie's hand shot out and grasped her daughter's young 
husband's huge swollen prick, sliding the foreskin back and gently 
guiding the ruby red tip to the moist, waiting mouth of her vagina. 
Suddenly, Ike jerked his hips forward and plunged into her, driving his 
cock with a force he seemed unable to control. The warm moist, velvety 
sleeve of her pussy gripping his shaft in a smooth, wet resistance that 
caused him to grunt loudly as Carrie moaned out her delight.

"YYYEEEESSSSS ..." she hissed as he began to fill her with quick, long 
thrusts into her waiting vagina, quick urgent thrusts until at last she 
felt his rubbery tip ram into her cervix and his balls swat hard down 
into the soft cleft between the widespread cheeks of her tightly 
clenched ass. Beneath him, Ike felt his youthful mother-in-law begin to 
writhe and buck. She groaned and her cunt began to squeeze voraciously 
like another mouth all along the full length of his plunging cock, her 
desire-hardened nipples digging into his chest as her thighs clamped 
and unclamped at his hips and she worked up and down establishing the 
rhythm that was to continue for some time.

Without her even realizing, Nancy's small hand had slipped down between 
her legs. The shorts she wore left ample room for her fingers to fit up 
along her thigh and then beneath the elastic of her cotton panties. 
Instinctively her middle finger rubbed the tiny cleft of flesh pillowed 
within her as yet almost hairless little pussy. The tips of her 
pubescent breasts, that would one day flower into bloom, grew red and 
swollen as the first flashes of desire sped through her child's body. 
She quickly found the right way to rub back and forth and as the tiny 
area grew wetter and wetter, her finger slipped down to the miniscule 
vaginal entrance. She had not even been aware of its presence before! 
But now its existence was clearly demonstrated to her by her 
grandmother's wildly carnal display! She was thrilled with her 
discovery that there were so many different ways that grownups amused 
themselves ... she had assumed that what she had witnessed between her 
mother and father was standard procedure. Apparently not!

Her virgin pussy responded with delight to the flood of sensation 
created by Nancy's slippery fingertips and she struggled to continue 
watching her elders while letting the wonderful feelings run through 
her! WHAT SHE HAD BEEN MISSING ALL THIS TIME!!!

"Oh ... oh yes, oh, my love ... OH IKE!!!" Carrie cried shamelessly. 
She was in a state of complete and total bliss as she felt Ike's 
rubbery tipped cock continue its plunder as his thrusts slowed and 
lengthened, stuffing her trembling pussy without mercy!

Ike felt the older woman begin to exude a kind of frantic aura. Over 
and over she called his name. Her sharp teeth bit hard into his 
shoulder, but he hardly felt a thing. She sucked hard on his tongue as 
though trying to make it her own. Her blonde hair became soft and slick 
from perspiration and Ike watched this fantastic woman with a sense of 
amazement.

He realized that he could fall in love with a woman like that ... a 
beautiful, experienced ... total woman! She was a far cry from her 
daughter ... even though Tricia was about as good looking as they come 
... her mother had something else ... something more!

He pounded into her with an insane force, driven by the strength of his 
thought, pulling her up tight against him, feeling her clasping the 
muscles of her sweet, well-educated cunt around his pistoning cock with 
even greater force!

Carrie's head lolled back and forth while she emitted low grunting 
sounds that betrayed the extent of her arousal.

Suddenly she spat out, "Oh HONEY QUICK! IN MY ASS! YOUR FINGER!!! PUT 
IT IN THE BACKWAY!"

Ike felt an overwhelming salacious lust sweep over him at the sound of 
her coarse entreaty. Those words in a woman's throat almost frightened 
him and yet he hurried to respond, slipping his fingers underneath her 
bucking body, searching out the little hot hole of his mother-in-law's 
rectum. The opening was there beneath his finger, and with a jabbing 
motion, he felt his middle finger slip in to the second joint!

"AAAAAH! ... AAAAAAAAH!" she yelled, and he began to move it in and out 
faster and faster, all the while fucking into her wide open pussy with 
frenzied strokes!

He could tell that she was on the verge of cumming, and God knew how he 
had held out this long! She was a woman possessed as she convulsed 
beneath his brutal pummeling, tossing her head madly from side to side.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH OH! NOOOOOOOOOW WWWWWWWWWW OH LET GO! LET GO! LET 
ME FEEL YOU NOW!!!"

Ike felt his cock bursting apart. It felt like it would fly into a 
million pieces! He was so far up inside her belly that surely he would 
never get back out again!! His balls emptied themselves of massive 
waves of semen as he came and came in conjunction with the woman who 
mothered his wife! Her breasts heaved against his chest, her eyes 
rolling far back beneath their lids as her climaxing pussy secreted 
heated gushes of slippery orgiastic fluid around his still pounding 
prick.

It was like a rocket ride into outer space and he didn't care if he 
never came back.

"IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! OH OH MY GOD!!! OOOoommmmhhmm!" Carrie accepted the 
warm wet flood of his sperm, felt it splash deliciously within her 
seething cunt, and her orgasm joined his in a mutually stimulating 
climax.

"Oh ... Carrie!" he finally stammered out. She was lying softly beneath 
him, her belly quivering now beneath his weight. "Oh Jesus! What 
happened!"

*   *   *

Nancy was so stunned by the fireworks that were going on inside her 
tiny little cunt, that she almost fell from the box she was standing 
on. Her first orgasm struck like an exploding firecracker beneath her 
flying fingers, as the tortured tissue in her tingling pussy finally 
gave up their hidden charge. It was beautiful ... so beautiful that 
Nancy knew she would never be able to live without feeling it again and 
again. She was beginning to realize just what it was that made her 
parents behave the way they did ... but she knew that it was only the 
beginning!



Chapter 7


"Thanks, Uncle Ike!" Nancy skipped happily away, her red pigtails 
flying behind her. She was very pleased that Ike (at her request) had 
shown her all about how to operate the video tape machine. He had been 
using it to film the volleyball game that afternoon, during which the 
entire family had participated in a lively contest. The women played 
against the men, and Nancy had been quite amused and interested to see 
how her Uncle Ike and Grandma acted as though they had never been doing 
those things in bed together!

Grown-ups were really weird, she thought. She guessed it was a little 
like her mother and father ... by looking at them, she never would have 
dreamed them capable of what she had watched in Cabin Number 2 the 
other night. Nancy knew though that her mother wasn't really speaking 
to her father, although they gave a good imitation of friendship when 
others were near. She hadn't been speaking to him since he'd put his 
big thing ... ("cock" she'd heard Grandma call Uncle Ike's) ... up her 
behind!

She wondered just what would happen if Daddy found out that his very 
own mother had done it with Uncle Ike!!? This question had intrigued 
her so much in fact, that she had devised an ingenious scheme which she 
hoped she would soon be able to carry out.

Nancy got her chance that very afternoon.

*   *   *

"See you soon!" Susan called from the back of the car.

"Right!" Jamie answered, as if he believed his wife's smile to be 
genuine.

Susan sat in the back seat, while up front Tricia sat beside her 
father, who was at the wheel.

"So long, Mom ... We'll be back this evening!" she called, "So long, 
Ike ..." she added, scowling at her husband, who had refused to 
accompany his wife on the shopping trip. Just watching him standing 
there beside her mother and brother made her realize how unlike them he 
really was ... how different from the family ... so dark and swarthy 
whereas they were all fair ... although her Dad's hair had been dark 
once, now it was a rather attractive grey. As the car drove away she 
took note of her husband's superior smile, and thought once more about 
her father's persistent suggestion that she leave him and return to 
live at home for a while. It certainly was tempting!

Ike turned to Jamie and chuckled ... "Well, here we are pal ... the 
brother-in-laws! What do we do now that the little women have left?"

Jamie looked at his brother-in-law with something just short of 
contempt, and then in an effort to conceal his ill-humor, replied, "I 
was planning to go read in my cabin ... but I'm open to suggestion." He 
was watching his mother ahead of them as she preceded them up the steps 
and into the big house.

Ike followed his eyes, and taking in the swinging line of his sensual 
mother-in-law's buttocks, said, "Your mother's quite a woman, Jamie ... 
quite a woman!" He could feel his penis move slightly beneath his 
shorts as it did almost all the time now whenever he saw Carrie, or 
just thought about the things they had done together! They were in the 
house and, lost in his own thoughts, Ike failed to note Jamie's 
embarrassment.

He too had seen the slinky outline of his mother's behind ... how could 
anyone help but notice when she was wearing those shorts! He fumed at 
the idea of it again ... but this time he wouldn't make the mistake of 
mentioning anything to her. If she wanted to make a fool of herself 
that was her business! As Carrie turned to them in the livingroom and 
smiled graciously, Jamie couldn't help admitting to himself that she 
did look good in them. They were a bright red color, and she wore a 
matching bandana around her neck that gave her a certain flair. Her 
bright blue eyes sparkled like a young girl's and, he thought, she 
acted like a new bride!

"It's so hot ... how about some cool drinks!" Carrie felt like a new 
bride. She could no longer suppress the strength of her feelings about 
Ike. Every time her eyes met his, she shivered with delight. How ... 
she wondered, could her daughter Tricia be so unhappy married to such a 
strong young boy? Her extreme pleasure had outweighed her guilt and 
there was no denying it!

Reluctantly, Jamie agreed to have a drink and sat down in the living 
room across from his brother-in-law.

The three were having a stilted conversation, over potent Gimlets, when 
Nancy pranced into the room.

"Hey, everybody ..." she cried, "I'm going over to the farm down the 
road. There's a little girl there, and she invited me to come play!"

Jamie looked at his daughter. That was good, he thought, give her 
something to do besides hanging around adults all the time. "Fine 
Nancy," he said. "Just be sure not to stay too long ... don't want to 
wear out your welcome ..."

"Sure, Daddy ..." Nancy replied, wondering if he really cared if she 
wore her welcome out or not. "Say ..." she added, "would you all like 
to see the tapes from this morning's volleyball game? Here ... I'll put 
them on for you ... Uncle Ike showed me how to work the machine!!!" 
Dashing over to the set which was temporarily placed in the living room 
before anyone could object, Nancy made a few adjustments. "There are 
three of them ... right?" Nancy said, looking at Ike.

"Right ..." Ike replied. "The three that are there."

"Smart kid," he thought ... "good with machines ..."

"There ..." Nancy said, after making her arrangements, "I fixed them so 
they'll play one after the other!" With that she ran out the door, 
calling good-bye to them over her shoulder, and barely suppressing the 
wild giggles she felt welling up inside her.

*   *   *

The family trio enjoyed watching the replay of the volleyball game more 
than they thought they would. Ike sat lounging on the big overstuffed 
sofa, and Jamie sat in a nearby chair. Carrie had installed herself on 
a large comfortable hassock, and soon they were laughing at the sight 
of themselves frolicking about with the ball. They refilled their 
glasses from the large pitcher of fresh gimlets made with vodka and 
Rose's lime juice, that Carrie had brought in.

"Well ... I'm good, if I do say so myself!" Carrie declared, referring 
to her volleyball form.

"You sure are, honey!" Ike thought, eyeing the long expanse of naked 
leg that showed as she reclined on the hassock.

Jamie looked annoyed. He wished his mother would stop saying things 
that could be taken two ways. "Look at her!" he thought ... "Just look 
at her! Why I can see right up between her legs! And those shorts are 
so tight it looks like they're about to cut her in two!!"

Jamie felt very uncomfortable. He knew that they were having a 
veritable heat wave that autumn in the Catskills, but it was nice and 
cool inside the house. Why was he sweating this way? He seemed to sense 
something in the atmosphere ... and whatever it was it was making him 
feel very sensual. He hadn't made love to Susan since that night he'd 
taken her from the rear. He felt a bit ashamed about that and couldn't 
imagine what had come over him ... it's just that his mother had made 
him so angry!!! Also, he realized that if he had been back in New York, 
he most certainly would have had a couple of rolls in the hay with that 
cute little secretary, Linda! That was probably why he could feel his 
cock in semierection right now ... of all times! What if Ike, or his 
mother should see!! This brought back to him the uncomfortable memory 
of the time when he was a boy, and his mother had seen! She'd surprised 
him in the bathroom, where having forgotten to lock the door, he was 
busily enjoying the newfound pleasure his exposed penis could give him. 
The worst part about the whole thing was that she hadn't scolded him or 
anything, but had stood there watching him for several seconds before 
letting him know she was there! Then she had coughed delicately and 
smiled at his look of horror. "Don't let me disturb you!" she'd said, 
and had gone back out, closing the door behind her. Jamie felt his cock 
grow completely hard, and he could feel the blood surging into the 
spongy tissues! He picked up a magazine that was lying nearby, and 
casually placed it on his lap, while keeping his eyes glued to what 
seemed to be endless tapes of the volley ball game.

In reality they were only on the second tape, and Ike was wondering if 
there weren't some way to get rid of Jamie so that he could be alone 
with Carrie. Perhaps he could suggest they take a walk ... there had to 
be some place on the grounds where they could spend a few undisturbed 
moments!

Carrie was thinking something similar ... watching her slender figure 
on the screen made her proud of the way she looked ... and she was 
doubly pleased because she knew that she was desired. What more could a 
woman ask ... than to be utterly and completely desired by a man she 
finds attractive?!!!

She wondered what her son Jamie would think if he knew just how active 
his mother's sex life still was!!! Looking over at him, she experienced 
a curious feeling of wanting to get revenge for Jamie's remarks of the 
other evening. She almost had a good mind to tell him! She wondered how 
she could have mothered a son who would turn into such a prude! With 
her daughter Tricia, she could always blame the fact that she was a 
"father's girl" ... but what was to account for Jamie having turned out 
the way he did? He was married to that gorgeous redhead but they hardly 
seemed happy together ... what was wrong?

Carrie's astute eye took in the peculiar way her son was holding the 
magazine across his lap. Instantly, she remembered him having done that 
once before when he was a teen-ager. She had been wearing a two-piece 
bathing suit by the lake ... and suddenly the top had come down while 
she was swimming. Having lost it in the water, she had to return to the 
shore half-naked, and Jamie had watched her curiously the whole time, 
until she had finally gotten a blouse on. After she had noticed that 
he'd covered his groin with her Vogue magazine. Of course, she had 
known right away why, and at the time had smiled at his innocence, and 
felt even a little pleased that she could evoke such a reaction in her 
very own son!

Carrie was about to draw a certain parallel between that occasion and 
this, when two simultaneous gasps interrupted her thoughts. Looking at 
the two men, she saw that they were both gaping at the TV set. She 
turned to see what they were looking at and she herself emitted a loud 
piercing scream.

On the screen, Ike's naked buttocks were arched toward the viewers. He 
was kneeling up between a pair of widespread legs, and then he bent 
forward, and his head dipped down to the point where the legs met. His 
tongue darted out and he moved slightly, and there was the full view of 
Carrie's wide open hair-lined split ... and above the soft hills of her 
breasts and above that, her tortured, desire-filled face! Ike's tongue 
snaked out and hungrily licked at the soft wet interior of his mother-
in-law's golden pussy, and Carrie's whole body jerked upward!

Jamie didn't know which way to turn. There before him, exposed in 
minute detail, was his own mother's naked vagina, swollen in sensuous 
delight, protruding upward from smooth white thighs ... and there 
bending over it, steadily licking it with a look of sublime idiotic 
enjoyment, was Ike his brother-in-law! He was rooted to the spot by the 
lewdest sight he had ever seen ... almost more horrified by his own 
inaction than by anything else! His mind whirled with confusion as it 
slowly accepted the reality of the lascivious image that continued to 
unfurl on the screen of the video machine. Like a stunned automaton he 
turned to look at the two stars of the show who were sitting right 
there in the room with him ... his mother and his eighteen-year-old 
sister's husband!

To his ultimate dismay, they were both looking at him ... and the 
shocked expressions on their faces mirrored his own! But what could he 
say ... what could he even do? Quickly he turned back to the set. 
Carrie was bucking and tossing and turning in mindless ecstasy. Her 
exquisitely proportioned body was filmed in all its naked glory as she 
experienced the joys of her son-in-law's tongue lapping continuously at 
her lust-filled cunt!

Jamie, in spite of his shock, felt his cock jolt upward with a bound. 
Sweat was pouring from his forehead so profusely that it was falling 
into his eyes. The back of his shirt was wet and sticking to him. Every 
sinew and muscle in his body was tense and he seemed to hear a shrill 
whistling in his ears.

"MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER!!!" The word went echoing around inside his soul 
until he thought it would split. And still he continued to watch the 
fascinating replay.

*   *   *

"HAH!" Nancy thought, holding her sides to keep from bursting apart 
with the mirth that filled her. "Oh, heavens, Daddy ... if you knew 
just how funny you look!!!" she thought. She was watching from the side 
window, having earlier been careful to see that she would get a good 
view from that vantage point. The third tape was the one she knew Uncle 
Ike had been making when he and Grandma were back in her bedroom ... 
and she had set it on repeat so it would play over and over and over!!

*   *   *

Carrie tried to think of something to do ... something to say ... but 
there didn't seem to be anything to cover this totally unexpected 
situation, and for once words failed her! With alarm, she looked at 
Ike, and then at her son. Her mind clicked away at the thoughts that 
were forming before ... as she saw him continue to look at the screen, 
and then saw the magazine fall away, revealing the jerking bulging form 
of his enormous cock. That was why he acted that way, she suddenly 
realized ... That was why he always acted so strange around her!

Ike followed the direction of Carrie's eyes ... he had been about to go 
and turn off the awful tape ... how could he have mixed it up with the 
others? But the vision of Jamie's cock jumping like a jackrabbit in his 
pants, shocked him so that he forgot all about it. He looked back at 
Carrie as if for some explanation, and saw it in his mother-in-law's 
beautifully made up face. It was a look of satisfaction ... the look of 
a woman who has just learned that a recalcitrant lover has fallen once 
more under her spell. He felt a pang, of repulsion ... it just wasn't 
normal! But then, he remembered that he himself had already tossed the 
standards of normalcy out the window when he had lusted after his own 
wife's mother! Yet still, he reasoned ... there's no blood tie between 
us at least!!

He was about to say something ... he wasn't even sure what, when he saw 
Carrie coming toward him. She was smiling, "MY GOD," he thought, "SHE 
DOESN'T EVEN CARE THAT HE'S WATCHING!" He thought he was going stark 
raving mad as Carrie approached him, and he didn't even move. Then her 
hands were on him, smoothing about his face, running through his hair 
... She was sitting on his lap, and her hands grew more bold. BUT SHE 
WASN'T LOOKING AT HIM!!! Carrie was looking across at Jamie, flaunting 
her relationship with Ike ... and he, Ike felt the undeniable signs of 
arousal surging through him in spite of it all! He was as helpless as a 
male spider being devoured by his mate, as he felt himself responding 
avidly to the older woman's caresses! To his horror and amazement he 
allowed her to unzip his fly and to pull out the obviously aroused 
length of his throbbing cock! Waves of desire filled him, blocking out 
everything else ... and within short seconds he had not exactly 
forgotten the presence of Carrie's son in the room with them ... but he 
no longer cared! He had to do what he was doing in spite of any 
repercussions it might have ... to refuse Carrie was beyond his power!

She was slipping out of her shorts and panties, almost like a 
stripteaser, only she was doing it lightning fast ... so fast that 
Ike's head was spinning. And then with only her magnificent bottom half 
exposed, she prodded him up from his seat, and then she was bending 
before him, her hands on her knees, offering herself in the lewdest way 
imaginable while her own son sat watching!

Jamie sat in a pool of sweat, no longer certain if he was in his right 
mind. Only a short distance away, his mother bent forward, spreading 
her shapely legs far apart, letting her hands reach down now from her 
knees to touch the floor. He could see the moist opening at the 
juncture between her smooth thighs ... the luscious coral-hued pussy, 
loose and ready, begging for her son-in-law's big cock! The same 
flushed buttocks that had been so scantily covered by the shorts and 
flimsy nylon panties; were now bared completely to his disbelieving 
eyes.

"OH MY GOD," he thought, "WHAT A FANTASTIC PIECE OF FLESH!" He gritted 
his teeth as if to steel himself for what he knew was to come. 
Intuitively, he knew that his mother was punishing him ... as surely as 
if he were a little boy again ... she was making him pay for what he 
had done to her ... and making him pay dearly! He watched as Ike 
grabbed his hardened cock in his hand and began to tease at the open 
lips of his bending mother's cunt with the beet red head of the fleshy 
instrument. Carrie's whimpers and encouragements began to fill the 
room. Vaguely, Jamie was aware of the videotape playing over and over 
again in miniature, his mother's first carnal enjoyment with Ike. But, 
the massive tip of Ike's foreskin peeled cock was slowly parting the 
soft blonde curls of her pubic hair and being guided into his mother's 
hungrily waiting channel ... and it was real ... it was happening right 
in front of him!

From his vantage point he could see it as it slowly, but relentlessly, 
disappeared up inside ... all the way inside ... never stopping, 
continuing in a constant penetration until it was completely out of 
sight, submerged to the hilt into the farthest depths of her upturned 
pussy.

"NNNNnnnghgh!" Carrie emitted a long choking moan, and Jamie grabbed 
onto his chair as if to prevent himself from falling off.

Then, smiling arrogantly over at the thunder-struck Jamie, Ike began a 
steady fucking in and out of his mother-in-law's steaming vagina, his 
muscular body inclining back from her in an arch as his hips thrust 
forward while he pushed in until his testicles were buried completely 
in the softly curling hairs of her pubis.

Carrie was enraptured. Her mouth hung open and from her throat came a 
low hum of delight. HE WAS IN SO DEEP! She began rotating her hips and 
pushing back at Ike so that she was almost lifted in the air with each 
forward blow as her son-in-law's massive prick rammed harder and harder 
into her raging pussy!

"He's watching ... Jamie is watching ... GOOD! Let him see me in action 
... let him see ... !!!!" Carrie bit into her lower lip, her excitement 
growing as she flagrantly displayed her lust to her grown son. "Let him 
suffer ..." she thought, "why must I be the only one to suffer!!!"

Jamie was indeed suffering. He thought that he was going to burst apart 
with the rising emotions inside him. He was being pulled in two 
directions ... one part of him was urging him to run away ... to put as 
much distance between himself and this horrible scene as possible. The 
other was making him stay ... making him think and feel things which he 
knew were unnatural. The size of his swollen penis was immense and it 
felt hard and thick and tingly. There was an urgency in its growing 
mass that made him want to act! Mechanically, and with glazed eyes that 
continued to stare at the lascivious spectacle of his mother and 
brother-in-law fucking together like two crazed animals, Jamie released 
the purple-headed instrument of his cock. It looked monstrous between 
his legs and then as Jamie moved, it bounced lewdly before him. In two 
giant steps he was there, grabbing his brother-in-law by the shoulders 
and wrenching him away from his mother! Ike fell back and it was 
Jamie's fingers that now tightened around Carrie's taut waist! He felt 
his mother's soft smooth flesh cringing under the hard pressure of his 
grip as red marks formed on her skin whenever he moved his hands. He 
shuffled in toward her, making his legs move in close to hers. Her wide 
spread thighs and buttocks were his ... to do what he wanted with! 
Then, his cock found the entrance snuggled just below the tiny, visible 
puckered anus. HIS MOTHER'S CUNT! Then in, in, in, he burst, thrusting 
into her as though she were a ripe grapefruit being split in half! The 
lush yielding roundness of her buttocks smacked hard and flat back 
against his loins as he crashed his straining cock as deep as he 
possibly could into the wildly contracting tunnel of his mother's wetly 
sucking pussy!

It seemed like it would never end! He had never felt anything so 
wonderful in his entire life!

"OH NO ..." he yelled, "MOTHER! MOTHER!"

Carrie felt the shock of her son's cock head, forcing its thick way 
into her already widely stretched pussy. If she could have, she would 
have pushed him away from her ... this was not what she had intended at 
all! But there was no way to escape Jamie's vengefully ramming prick 
that entered her with flesh shattering might. Her muscles tensed as she 
tried to support her weight with her hands on the floor. She squirmed 
her ass desperately and screamed for him to let her go. But nothing 
worked. Her son's cock stabbed brutally in and out of her cunt and each 
time he rammed in, he pulled her back to meet his wildly fucking rod! 
With a groaning sob, Carrie suddenly gave in to him. It was her own 
doing ... this she knew ... but now there was nothing to do to erase 
what had already happened. Shivers of delight sped from her inundated 
pussy with each new thrust of her son's lust-hardened penis.

"I made him!" she thought ... He's my boy ... my little baby boy! And 
now he's fucking me!" and she gave a sobbing groan that made Ike, who 
was standing nearby watching, wince.

His own prick jerked excitedly. "LOOK AT THEM GO!" he said out loud. 
Mother and son presented a depraved spectacle as they began to egg each 
other on. Carrie's beautiful breasts hung down and quivered with each 
further blow of her son's cock. Her face was a study in pure lust as 
her eyes opened and closed in a glaze of lost passion. She spread her 
long legs wider and called out to her son while she shook her white 
buttocks with complete abandon.

"OH FUCK ME JAMIE ... YES ... THAT'S IT, FUCK YOUR MOTHER GOOD! OH 
HONEY ... YES BABY DO IT TO MAMA ... DO IT TO MEEEEE! OH MOTHER LOVES 
YOU ... MOTHER LOVES YOU SO GOOOOOOOD!"

Ike didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to do something and 
fast. He lewdly pumped his own cock up and down, with growing 
excitement until he could take it no more. Running around in front of 
his debauched mother-in-law, he swiftly reached down and lifted her 
head up. Without bothering to lose a second, he thrust the enormity of 
his cock into the pink ovaled lips of her openly groaning mouth!

"MMmmmmmfh!" she moaned, completely surprised by this new entry.

Just then Jamie thrust forward with a yell and her mouth rammed all the 
way onto Ike's long, hardened penis.

"OH YEAH!" Ike cried out as he felt the warm wet enclosing his bursting 
prick, "OH YEAH ... YOUR DAUGHTER NEVER DID IT LIKE THAT!"

Tears sprang to Carrie's eyes as the pure evilness of what she was 
doing came to her in a sudden rush. Her daughter's husband and her son 
... one fucking her in the mouth ... and the other behind her ramming 
mercilessly into her defenseless cunt! AND SHE WAS LOVING EVERY MINUTE 
OF IT! HOW COULD SHE?

Jamie stared down at the perspiration covered surface of his mother's 
buttocks, hardly aware of what Ike was doing in front of him. But 
unconsciously he began to time his forward movements into his mother's 
seeping pussy with the fucking that his brother-in-law was giving her 
mouth! Carrie felt deliciously filled at both ends ... as if there were 
nothing else to her but her mouth and her cunt!

A fantastic rising tide of pleasure was beginning inside her. Her belly 
quivered and her inflamed nerve-endings seemed to flare up as the 
complete helplessness of her position brought out new depths of 
excitement. A kind of masochistic enjoyment of her incestuous coupling 
sent little flashes of fire throughout her tormented body. She was 
licking and sucking at her son-in-law's surging cock, letting her 
saliva flow over it, mixing with its own pungent male taste. She began 
to lick and suck at her eighteen-year-old daughter's husband's raging 
prick as though her life depended on it! WHAT A FEELING!

She groaned lustfully as she felt Ike's big pole grow harder in her 
mouth and then suddenly explode in orgasm, flooding her throat with 
gushing waves of heated male fluid, making her swallow and gulp as it 
rushed past her tonsils. She felt herself cumming too as her son 
Jamie's thrusting cock jack-hammered against her cervix. Ike's hands 
tangled harshly in her hair pulling her head upward into the flood of 
his cum, while Jamie's fingernails dug deep into the flesh of her 
shapely hips. IT WAS TOO GOOD! MUCH TOO GOOD!

Carrie made garbled noises of delight, while letting her vagina clasp 
and unclasp in delicious convulsions all around Jamie's still hard 
driving shaft.

"OH WHAT A GOOD THICK COCK MOMMY AND DADDY MADE YOU!! she thought a 
little hysterically ... "WHAT A COCK!"

Jamie's balls slammed up against his mother's lower belly below as he 
bent backward a little, letting his cock arch up at a sharp angle into 
her tumultuous cunt. GOD WHAT HER PUSSY WAS DOING TO HIM ... "OH MAMMA 
OH MAMMA OH MAMMA!" he found himself crying over and over. Tears of 
something kin to despair rolled down his cheeks as the most potent 
orgasm of his life built steadily, the blood in his veins felt boiling 
hot and his mouth like dry cotton.

"I'M CUMMING MAMMA ... OH MAMMA DARLING ... I'M CUMMING!!!!!" His 
mother screwed her buttocks back onto his crazily spewing cock while he 
wailed incoherently. She was cumming again in response to her son's 
words. Her head filled with a million bursting stars as her wet and 
used pussy sucked hungrily upon her son's hotly squirting cock, 
extracting every last drop of his preciously heated cum ... taking it 
for her very own!

"This is where I belong Mama!" Jamie sobbed ... "This is where I came 
from!!!!"



Chapter 8


John Livingston sat in the comfortable lounge of the Come Right Inn 
facing his old friend Jack LeBow who was the owner of the place. They 
were both plastered out of their skulls.

"Say, John, old friend ... old boy ... How are you planning to get back 
to your place tonight ... I mean you can't drive in that condition. I 
know how drunk I am ... and you've been keeping up with me glass for 
...

Jack waved his glass amiably in front of him ... smiling broadly at his 
friend.

"Never mind ..." John interrupted. "I've got the girls with me ... 
remember? They'll get me home somehow ... don't worry! What would we do 
without the girls, eh Jack?"

Jack looked over at his wife who was supervising the bartender and 
several waiters, enabling him to get pleasantly stewed with John. 
"Yep!" he said cheerfully ... "You're right, alright!"

"Let's just have one more ..." John suggested, "and then I'll go out 
and round them up ... Got to get back to Carrie in time for dinner 
anyway!"

"Joe ... Bring us two more double bourbons and soda!" Jack called to a 
passing waiter.

"Yes, SIR!" the waiter replied snappily, dashing toward the bar.

"That's what's nice about owning your own place, right John ...? You at 
least get to order people around ... even if your old lady orders you 
around in private!"

John thought of Carrie and realized he'd hardly been paying any 
attention to his wife at all since the family had come up to 
"Livingston's!" He'd been spending so much time with Tricia ... and yet 
it still didn't seem like enough. He really wished she'd come back home 
to live as soon as possible! He mentally visualized her sweet smiling 
face, her charming manner. "What a girl!" he thought fondly.

How could he ever have let her marry that ridiculous Ike ...? What she 
had seen in him at the beginning, he couldn't begin to guess! The man 
was obviously a loser ... a real loser!

*   *   *

"But I thought you were so happy!" Susan sat up and stared at her 
blonde sister-in-law with surprise in her deep green eyes. Tricia had 
just confided in her that she envied Susan and Jamie's marriage, 
because she thought she and Ike might not be together much longer.

The two women were reclining by the side of Lake Winoska, where John 
had driven them after they'd shopped in the nearby town.

Their lunch had been sumptuous and the girls were experiencing the 
pleasant heavy feeling that comes after having consumed too much wine 
in the middle of the day.

The heat of the atmosphere and the steady droning of the country 
insects had created a peaceful, lazy atmosphere during which the girls 
had reclined sleepily in their bathing outfits beside the lake. They 
hadn't felt like swimming after such a heavy lunch, but they were 
catching the last rays of sun to increase what was left of their summer 
tans.

Susan and Tricia were more than just a little tipsy, but each one tried 
studiously to hide it from the other. Nevertheless, it wasn't long 
before they began to talk to each other as though they were lifelong 
friends, instead of relatives by marriage who really didn't know each 
other very well at all!

Susan stared at her husband's sister taking in the latter's cool posed 
little girl looks, and quickly reassessed the image she'd had prior to 
this revelation. Once more she noted how much the girl looked like 
Jamie. She was really the feminine version of her husband! And to think 
that she had been envying Tricia her marriage to Ike!

"He's just so rough, Susan!" Tricia was saying. "He doesn't care 
anything about my feelings. And in bed ..." Tricia hesitated. She was 
lying on her back looking up into the trees, avoiding Susan's searching 
green eyes.

"Yes?" Susan asked after a few seconds. She was very curious to hear 
what Tricia had to say about Ike in bed. Her own love life was 
certainly sad enough ... practically non-existent, really.

"I know what you mean about that rough business ..." Susan prompted, 
thinking about the harsh anal penetration she had suffered a few nights 
before. Her behind was still sore!

"Well he always wants to make love!!! I mean I wouldn't mind if it were 
really love-making ... but it's just crude sex that's all!" Tricia 
blurted the words out, suddenly feeling extremely sorry for herself. 
She was lying down because she felt dizzy when she sat up and even in 
her prone position she could feel the wine swirling about muddling her 
thoughts ... making her drowsy but not really sleepy. Jamie is probably 
the ideal husband she thought. She had always looked up to her older 
brother ... why hadn't she married someone like him!

Susan felt a surge of jealousy. God, if only she could complain that 
her husband always wanted to make love! How could anyone complain about 
that ... she should be so unfortunate! She looked at Tricia's 
voluptuous bikini clad figure wondering if it had to do with looks. Was 
Tricia that much better looking than she, that her husband desired her 
constantly??

"Is that your only problem?" she asked Tricia pointedly, watching the 
soft regular rise and fall of Tricia's large breasts, barely hidden by 
the twin pieces of polka dotted material that covered them.

"Well ..." Tricia said ... "It's just that it's like being alone all 
the time. I have no friends ... no companion ... Being with Ike is like 
living alone with all of the drawbacks and none of the conveniences!!" 
For the first time she was saying what she'd really been thinking. True 
she had been talking with her father ... but he usually did most of the 
talking himself ... surmising that the marriage wasn't working out, and 
encouraging Tricia to doubt that it ever would.

"What I'd like," she said ..." is someone like ... well, like Daddy! Or 
even Jamie ..." she added, looking up at Susan. She looked away 
quickly. Susan had been looking at her so strangely! It made her feel 
funny ... as though she should cover herself up. But she thought that 
would be silly ... so she remained in her position.

"Jamie??" Susan said, resentment showing in her voice. "Listen, let me 
tell you a few things ... Jamie may be an ideal brother ... but as a 
husband ... well, he's a washout. That's what he is ... a washout! You 
were complaining about Ike wanting to make love all the time ... Well 
... Jamie hardly ever wants to! And when he does ... who knows how it's 
going to turn out ... or what weird thing he's going to want to do!! As 
for being alone ... yes, I understand that very well ... too well!!" 
Susan had moved closer to her startled sister-in-law. She sat directly 
beside the smaller woman, peering down at her still form, her face a 
mask of anguish.

After a few moments of silence during which Tricia took in the 
surprising statement Susan had just made, she looked up at the slightly 
older woman and spoke softly. "I guess we have a lot in common, really 
..."

"Yes ..." said Susan, simply. "In a way. We're both women ... and we're 
both getting shortchanged by our husbands!"

Tricia felt Susan's breath very close to her face. She seemed to be 
moving closer. She felt a curious kind of rapprochement to the auburn-
haired woman who had married her older brother. "How terrible ..." she 
thought. She felt confused, and a little guilty, as if she herself were 
to blame for Susan's unhappiness, merely by being Jamie's sister.

"You're right ..." Tricia said. She suddenly wished she hadn't drunk so 
much. For some reason she wanted to have a very clear head right now. 
Perhaps she and Susan could figure something out together if only she 
could think clearly. But she couldn't think at all. She was acutely 
aware of her body and of the proximity of her sister-in-law. She felt 
overly warm even though she knew that the main heat of the day had 
passed. There was a stillness in the air that made it seem like 
something was going to happen.

"You have beautiful breasts," Susan said, "A beautiful body that must 
be why Ike is always after you!"

"Oh ..." Tricia replied, not knowing quite what to say.

"Look!" Susan cried suddenly. "Look at my breasts ... Do you find them 
unattractive?" Defiantly, Susan ripped off the top of her bathing suit 
displaying the round firm orbs of her naked breasts to Tricia's 
wondering eyes.

Tricia suddenly realized that Susan was at least as inebriated as she 
was. She found herself doing as she was told, looking at the creamy 
skinned breasts with their pointed nipples. "They're exquisite!" Tricia 
thought ... and "THEY'RE SO CLOSE I COULD REACH RIGHT OUT AND TOUCH 
THEM!"

"Why ... why they're lovely ..." Tricia stammered. "Just lovely ... I 
... something must be wrong with Jamie not to want to touch them ... I 
mean ..." Tricia didn't know just what she meant, but suddenly she knew 
that she wanted to touch them ... they looked so unreal right there in 
front of her, staring her in the face ... and Susan just sitting there 
with her beautiful long hair, her finely modeled features ... her lash-
fringed green eyes ...! She began to undo her own top ... she would 
show Susan, she felt, that she was certainly not more beautiful in that 
department!

The polka-dotted top fell away and so Tricia half sat up to remove it 
completely, the dizziness returned. Her breasts were caressed by the 
cooling air and she felt her nipples constricting.

"Ohhhh!" Susan cried at the sight of her new found confidante's golden 
tipped breasts. They were slightly bigger than her own, and whereas 
hers were definitely of a round melon shape, Tricia's were uptilted 
like big ripe pears. "They're pretty!" she declared, and then laughing, 
she, reached out and tweaked Tricia's right nipple. She laughed again, 
tossing her head back with delight.

"God, what have we been being so serious about!" she giggled. Tricia 
returned her touch, and for a few moments they were like schoolgirls 
... each one exploring the full rounded firmness of the other's 
breasts.

Although neither one of them knew just how it happened, in a few 
minutes they were all over each other, tumbling over and over in the 
soft grass. Susan had slipped off the tiny bottom of her bikini and 
while pressing her lips with soft persistency upon Tricia's helped her 
to slip hers off too. An urgent hand explored the tingling crevice of 
Tricia's golden pussy and she, mimicking the touch, cupped Susan's 
auburn-haired mound in her hand. It felt divine!

"MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm ..."

Tricia was inundated by Susan's personal scent. She rolled over and 
followed a natural inclination, slid her head downwards along Susan's 
quivering belly until she reached the warm wet pussy stretched out 
before her.

"OOOOOooooooohhhhhhh ..." Susan sighed. "Oh, Tricia ..."

Tricia began to nuzzle into the sweetness of the wonderful cunt that 
lay before her. She began with a tender lapping of her tongue. Susan 
closed her eyes and the now steadily licking sent chills racing along 
her spine. She wanted to protest but then she fell back with a sigh of 
resignation as the incredible feeling of her sister-in-law's soft wet 
lips pressing tightly against her naked pussy continued. The swirling 
sensation began to build in her wide spread loins and although she 
still felt a soreness in her behind she ignored it and spread her legs 
still wider.

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a long soulful sigh.

Tricia was mesmerized by the taste that seeped into her hungry mouth. 
It was familiar and yet at the same time totally foreign to her. It was 
easy to know what to do to please the slightly older woman ... she just 
did what she thought she herself would like to have done. Taking 
Susan's pointed little clitoris between her teeth, she moaned and 
writhed slowly on the moist grass down between Susan's trembling legs.

She was aware of the fact that the very thought of what she was doing 
would have horrified her had anyone suggested it under other 
circumstances ... yet now, she was completely immersed in her sinful 
behavior, as surely as her face was immersed in her brother's wife's 
flamingly aroused pussy!

Susan shifted her long legs nervously, feeling herself melting with 
pleasure. She knew she ought to push Tricia away ... yet hadn't she 
herself begun their lewd embraces ... hadn't this been what she'd 
wanted? No ... she couldn't give up this new sensation ... it had been 
so long since she'd felt anything approximating this bliss! Slowly, she 
put her hands down, pulling Tricia's head closer into her straining 
pussy! She could feel her husband's sister's beautiful blonde hair 
running through her fingers, and she felt Tricia licking still harder 
at the most sensitive places in her vagina in response to her touch.

"Oh, darling!" she cried, wriggling her hips upward ... Oh, darling!"

*   *   *

"So long, old pal!"

Both John and his friend Jack were staggering a little as they said 
good-bye to each other. But it didn't seem to matter. They were both 
feeling so good that nothing could spoil it.

"Christ, was there anything wrong with feeling good!!?" John thought as 
he wandered aimlessly in the direction he thought his daughter and 
daughter-in-law had taken. He couldn't exactly recall which way it was, 
but he figured he'd find them somewhere around the lake. There was no 
one around for miles and he enjoyed the feeling of privacy it gave him, 
and stopped to relieve himself against a big oak tree. Readjusting his 
pants, he continued his search for the two women. He was beginning to 
get a little worried, when he suddenly heard Susan's voice.

"Oh, God ... Tricia ... Oh! Oh your tongue!!!"

He didn't really pay any attention to the meaning of the words. He was 
just glad he'd finally found them and that they could start homeward. 
He parted the dense foliage surrounding them and came upon a scene 
which he knew instantly would change his entire life!

Before him were the nakedly squirming buttocks of a petite but 
voluptuously formed woman. He knew them to be his daughter's before he 
knew anything else. Hadn't he eyed their tender shapes enough times in 
various kinds of clothing? Hadn't he imagined to himself just how they 
would appear completely nude ... and didn't the heavenly shapes before 
him live up to those imaginings, tender curve for tender curve ... 
right down to the pale rosy hue of each softly jiggling cheek?

"Jesus Christ!" something inside his head screamed although he himself 
remained silent. The complete scene was apparent to him now. His own 
daughter was kneeling completely naked in front of him, spreading 
Jamie's wife's legs out still wider as she bent between them, her 
breasts dangling down to touch the insides of the curvaceous young 
woman's shapely thighs!

John's eyes bulged out in disbelief as Tricia's head burrowed down and 
was buried still deeper between Susan's wide-stretched thighs. He saw 
Susan let her head fall back again on the grass, and heard a stream of 
babbling sounds pour forth from her mouth.

"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?" he thought, feeling his blood pressure 
rise. "HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING!" But even while he was thinking these 
outraged thoughts, the heavenly apparition of his sweet daughter's 
nakedly trembling buttocks gave rise to another kind of response inside 
him. He found himself staring fixedly at them, and at the gemlike 
golden-haired pussy that was glistening visibly beneath as Tricia 
kneeled forward. His giant cock grew heavy and thick and rose 
precipitously in his pants.

"SHIT!" he cursed, "SHIT!!!!" Aside from the fact that he was watching 
his own eighteen-year-old daughter and his daughter-in-law, John 
realized that he was witnessing one of the most sensual performances he 
would ever hope to see!

Feeling numb all over except for the raging inside his swollen penis, 
he released his rampant instrument and let it jut obscenely out from 
his pants. It behaved like a pointer pointing in the inevitable 
direction of his daughter's teasingly exposed genitals. He moved 
forward without another thought. There was really nothing to think 
about at that instant. Flesh was calling to flesh and he had to answer. 
All the rules had already been broken ... and nothing seemed real 
anyway ... perhaps none of it was really happening!



Susan began to cum ... it was the second time ... and she felt she 
could go on and on forever. "Oh, God," she thought, "A woman's touch 
was ... sheer magic!" In a few moments she would reciprocate ... she 
would let Tricia feel the wonderful things she was experiencing now. 
The young girl's small, hungrily nibbling mouth rubbed insistently 
against her warmly seeping cunt. HER OWN SISTER-IN-LAW! The tiny tongue 
flicked lewdly at her tortured flesh. Tricia's fingers had begun to 
slide over her nipples, pulling at them, making them harder and harder 
with each sensuous pull. Susan gasped out and cried as her orgasm 
struck ... and then Tricia's tongue swirled violently inside the smooth 
wet walls of her climaxing cunt with an unprecedented force! Stars of 
joy exploded behind Susan's eyes and she felt as though she were being 
fed, inch by inch, through a gigantic wringer ... all her life forces 
were combining and spiraling into a tumultuous climax.

She heard Tricia groaning too, and then, for some strange, 
unexplainable reason, felt her mouth suddenly grinding harder than ever 
at her now flooded and slippery pussy. But ... something else was also 
going on!!! Susan opened her tightly clenched eyes slightly and was 
astounded to see her father-in-law's purple flushed face a few feet 
above her. His eyes were sightless, glazed with his incestuous lust ... 
as he fucked forward again and again against his daughter, Tricia's, 
upturned little pussy ... his thick cock already plunged to the hilt in 
the hot, velvety sheath of her blonde fuzzed cunt. Tricia was gasping 
and crying out, without releasing her oral hold on Susan's pussy, and 
her own inundated cunt gratefully received the obscene fucking she was 
getting!

When she'd first felt the strong hands locking her hips in place and 
the first thrust from behind into her nakedly exposed vagina, it had 
almost frightened her to death, but it had answered a silent prayer ... 
for her whole body had been crying out for something ... something just 
like this!! There was something familiar about it ... something tender 
and wonderful, while at the same time masterful and strong!! This 
phantom cock slicing rhythmically up into her belly was the cock she 
had been waiting for all her life! Gratefully she accepted it ... 
blindly and blatantly enjoying it ... just as she was enjoying her lewd 
preoccupation with the warmly secreting hole between her sister-in-
law's widespread thighs.

It was all so totally surrealistic that it didn't matter what she did 
... or who it was behind her. Everything seemed to fit in ... 
everything was just as it should be! She was giving pleasure and 
receiving it!! What more could she ask at the moment!!! Her wounded 
psyche was at last being soothed by these two extraordinary events.

John knew that his daughter, Tricia's pussy would feel like this! He 
had always known it! His drunken lust increased second by second as he 
felt his golden girl responding to his wild fucking!

"OH YES BABY!" He cried out, completely beside himself. "LET DADDY DO 
IT TO YOU ... LET YOUR DADDY FUCK YOU LIKE YOU SHOULD BE FUCKED!"

"OH NO ... DADDY ... GOD, IS THAT YOU???" Tricia's muffled words were 
mostly lost in the deep recesses of her sister-in-law's wildly steaming 
pussy, but Susan heard them and in an agony of shuddering desire 
herself, she replied, "YES ... YES, TRICIA ... IT'S ME, BABY! IT'S 
DADDY!!!"

*   *   *

Nancy sat crouched outside the screened-in porch of the big house. No 
one could see her and she was glad of it! Everyone was acting so crazy 
that she figured she'd better stay out of it. The cool night air made 
her a little chilly, but she was determined to stay and hear everything 
that went on.

Carrie was pacing back and forth, drinking champagne ... and had been 
for some time ... ever since her son had run out of the house screaming 
all those dirty names at her! And then Uncle Ike had had to leave right 
after, when Grandma started screaming dirty names at him!!!

Nancy had been listening to her Grandmother talking out loud to herself 
as she waved her champagne bottle from side to side, stopping from time 
to time only to take another slug out of the bottle.

Nancy felt sorry she had caused Grandma so much pain, but it had been 
worth it to see her father in such a state. Who would have dreamed, 
though that Daddy would do it to his own mother???

Nancy was glad when the car finally drove up. Maybe now that Grandpa 
was back with her mother and Aunt Tricia ... things would re-establish 
a semblance of normality. She hoped so ... because she had decided that 
she too wanted to experience the same mysterious delights that 
everybody else in the family indulged in! And after thinking about it 
for some time, and crossing off first her father and then Uncle Ike ... 
she realized that her Grandfather was the man she most admired in the 
whole world. If anyone was going to initiate her to the new delights 
her barely pubescent body craved ... it had to be Grandpa!

As she watched her grandfather walk up toward the house, followed at 
some distance by her own auburn-haired mother and his daughter, Tricia, 
she could already feel her tiny pussy getting wet, all over again.

"I wonder what Grandpa's thing looks like?" she thought wondrously. 
"And I wonder if it will fit?"


Continued in
Volume II Of
The Family Reunion
