Auntie's Groovy Movies
by Gina Green
(RX-286)


FOREWORD 

Sometimes, if it weren't for her incisively true-to-life character sketches, 
one might almost get the feeling that Gina Green has been sent here from 
another planet as a student of the sexual habits of humans, and that when 
being told about our moral values she somehow got them mixed up in her mind. 
Auntie's Groovy Movies is a case in point. 

For instance, most novels dealing with perversions go something like this: 
In the beginning the hero or heroine is neck-deep in his or her particular 
vice, racked with guilt, the helpless victim of lust. He or she is then 
enlightened by some wholesome alliance, or by a change of scene or some 
other device, and the book ends with his or her victorious extrication from 
the sordid sink of sin. 

Auntie's Groovy Movies turns this time-honored model on its head. Rose 
Sanders, the key character, begins as a God-fearing, self-respecting, but 
miserable, forty-three-year-old mother of a twelve-year-old boy and finds 
happiness in the end by becoming a pervert. 

Even this use of the work "pervert" conflicts with the point of view of Miss 
Green's narrative, in which her apparent idea of morality and society's idea 
of it lie head to foot. This book is somewhat like an inverting lens through 
which the lurid rays of "perversion" are projected as rosy beams of 
"enlightenment." 

The embodiment of this lens is Maggie McDonald, Rose's forty-five-year-old 
sister, ex-stripper, ex-whore, and now the madam of a brothel which supplies 
elderly ladies with young boys. Maggie pays Rose an unexpected visit from 
New York City and immediately proceeds to "libertinize" her sister's 
household, her church, and eventually her neighborhood. It's through the 
author's obvious admiration of Maggie-of whom she claims to be a personal 
acquaintance-that we get that "sex student from Mars" feeling about Miss 
Green. 

Of course we don't need to go quite that far. Actually, there are many 
different ways of looking at the healthy vs. perverted question; it's a 
matter of what paradigm you're in, or, as Miss Green would say, of "where 
you're at." Dr. Richard Kruhn, in a 1910 monograph entitled "Sexual 
Practices in the South Sea Before the Time of Captain Cook," writes that "in 
many areas, the moral paradigm of the Oceaneans was directly antipodal to 
that of the civilized West ... so that what was considered sinful by the 
missionaries was often held to be virtuous m the eyes of the islanders, and 
vice versa." 

A paradigm is an intellectual or moral achievement which underlies a system 
of thought or belief. Every astronomer, for example, before the work of 
Copernicus, conducted his scientific pursuits in the Ptolemaic geocentric 
paradigm. The Copernican revolution, which demonstrated that the universe 
didn't revolve around the earth after all, clashed violently with the 
Ptolemaic system-just as violently as the religion of the European 
missionaries clashed with that of the peoples of the Pacific islands. The 
basic characteristic of a paradigm, scientific or moral, is that we tend to 
consider it universally valid and will fight tooth and nail to hold on to it 
rather than admit that there could possibly be another system that might 
work just as well or better. 

In this sense, by deliberately reversing our socially conditioned moral 
values in her writing and anticipating our instinctive reaction to such a 
blatant approach, Gina Green demonstrates quite graphically-sometimes with 
verbal punches directly to the gut-the contemporary paradigm clash between 
the tenacious nineteenth century Puritanism and the brave but groping 
"sexual revolution" of our own day. Specifically, she demonstrates that-in 
her opinion at least-there is no common ground between the two systems; your 
membership in one wholly excludes you from the other. Or, as Ken Kesey says, 
"You're either on the bus or off the bus." 

Rose's first sexual encounter with her son, little Stevie, for instance, is 
almost like a religious conversion in reverse. It has all the emotional 
violence of an old time revival, but what is revived is Rose's sexuality 
rather than her spirituality: 

Rose was sucking him now with full mouth-strokes, from root to head, up and 
down, up and down, making little grunting noises in her throat, her hot 
saliva dribbling down around his balls, wetting the hand that was caressing 
his puckering ass-hole, her tits flopping to and fro with the bobbing 
motions of her head, her cunt juice running down her thighs, and she was 
thinking: 

Oh, give it to me, Stevie! Give me your cum! Your sweet, sweet cum! Shoot in 
Mama's mouth! Please, please! I want it! I need it! I-I ... SPURT! SPURT! 
SPURT! 

You might say Rose was converted to the Church of Incest. Then came the 
Friday night get-togethers with the choir boys, who ... but you can read the 
rest of it for yourself. 

We, as publishers, make no value judgments on the various moral paradigms 
which are battling among themselves these days for social supremacy. But we 
do believe in the rights of an author to freely give to the public his or 
her "inside view" of our individual or collective hang-ups from the vantage 
point of any system of thought or way of life. Miss Green's system, which 
portrays incestual lust as a possible means to sexual health and happiness, 
is perhaps best capsulized by the closing line of Auntie's Groovy. Movies: 

"They didn't make it to church the next morning." 

Surely it would not be desirable for a society to reach a point where 
"anything goes." We hope, however, that we are approaching a day when 
anything can be said. Gina Green writes as though that day had already 
arrived! 

You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey 
Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore 
or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult 
reading will want them all, side by side on their private book shelves for 
definite re-reading and ready reference. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Rose's desire, carnally speaking, for her little boy had been building up in 
various subtle under-the-surface currents ever since Charlie, her late 
husband, passed away almost ten years ago. Once, back in '65, she tried 
something with her first son, who was thirteen then, but she muffed it. 
Other than that, nothing much came of Rose's strange desire until one night 
last June, the day after her sister Maggie's rather unexpected arrival from 
New York. Before that, Rose's desire was like a large hungry but timid shark 
following a small silvery unsuspecting sardine through the dark incestuous 
Ocean of the Id. 

It began in a bathtub. 

Little Stevie, who had just turned twelve a week ago, had discovered 
something: If you saw certain things you weren't supposed to see, or just 
thought about them even, your ding would get stiff. And then if you rubbed 
underneath it with the palm of your hand when it was like that, it felt 
funny. Weird, or "far out," as his big sister Patty would say if she had a 
ding and rubbed it like that. And the faster you rubbed it the weirder it 
felt until finally it felt REALLY weird! and then you couldn't do it again 
for a while. 

This is what Stevie was doing in the bathtub, stroking his ding. It worked 
better if you put some soap on your hand. 

It was late and everybody had gone to bed-though Stevie wasn't the only one 
who had gotten up again. Bedtime in the Sanders household was sometimes like 
the opening of a curtain rather than the closing of one, and this was one of 
those nights. Of the four people in the big rambling two-story clapboard 
house-Stevie, Patty, Aunt Maggie and Rose-only Rose was still in bed. But 
even Rose wasn't asleep. She was wide awake, in fact, and restless. 

Stevie knew Patty wasn't in bed, because he'd seen her sneak out through her 
bedroom window and climb down the trellis to meet her boyfriend Roy, who was 
waiting for her down there in the mango orchard. 

He saw what they did down there, too, because there was a full moon and they 
did it out in the open between two mango trees. That's why Stevie decided to 
take a bath. 

But he didn't know about Aunt Maggie, who was on her knees outside the 
bathroom door, watching him through the keyhole and rubbing herself between 
the legs. If he had he wouldn't have been playing with his ding like that, 
because he knew it was not a nice thing to do. His mother or his Sunday 
school teacher had never said to him, "It's not nice to play with your 
ding," in so many words, but he knew it just the same. 

That was one of the things that made it so much fun-knowing that you weren't 
supposed to do it. But he'd have shit, so to speak, if he'd known Aunt 
Maggie was out there. 

Hey.... 

Stevie had just made another discovery. If you held the head of your ding 
between your thumb and forefinger and slid your foreskin up and down it felt 
even better than just rubbing underneath it with your palm. 

That's neat, he thought. Boy, oh boy! 

The heel of his hand went splash, splash, splash and the soap suds bubbled 
up around his hairless little balls and his throbbing little pecker got 
stiffer and harder than ever, just like he'd hoped it would. 

I'd better explain that. 

You see, Stevie had discovered a long time ago that sometimes his prick got 
stiff on him. But until yesterday he'd thought it was caused by warm water, 
because he'd never noticed it except when he was taking a bath. Yesterday he 
found out that looking at ladies' private parts, and thinking about it 
later, had the same effect on his ding as hot water did. Putting these two 
facts together, he concluded that if you did both things at once-thought 
about naked women and sat in warm water-your prick should get twice as 
stiff, and feel twice as good when you rubbed it, as when you did one thing 
at a time. 

Little Stevie has a fine mathematical mind and will probably have a 
brilliant career as a computer programmer or something like that. 

So after watching Roy Rollins fucking his big sister down in the mango 
orchard tonight, Stevie decided to put his theory to the test. 

Sure enough!-his prick was stiffer-maybe not twice as stiff, but stiffer 
than it had ever been before-and the rubbing felt at least twice as good as 
when he did it last time! 

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah--! 

Splash, splash, splash! went his hand. Bubble, bubble! went the soap suds. 

And Aunt Maggie's cunt went squish, squish, squish! But Stevie didn't hear 
that. 

True, the theory itself was a failure. It wasn't the combination of warm 
water and dirty thoughts that made it feel so much better, it was that trick 
with the foreskin that did it. But still, Stevie's reasoning shouldn't be 
scoffed at, because it was the testing of the theory that led to the 
foreskin discovery, and after all, the end result is the important thing. 

Meanwhile, Aunt Maggie was swearing to herself-and Aunt Maggie could really 
swear, too. That was one of the things that embarrassed Rose about her 
sister's moving in with them. Maggie was always saying, "shit," and 
"goddamn," and "fuck it," and things like that, and Stevie heard her call 
the taxi driver a "mother-fucker." In other words, she talked just like 
Patty did when Mama wasn't around. 

Stevie knew his mother didn't approve of that because she always jumped all 
over Patty whenever Patty said a dirty word at the wrong time by mistake. 
And several times during the two days since Aunt Maggie arrived, he had 
heard Mama say, "Maggie, please!"" under her breath when Aunt Maggie said 
something nasty. But Stevie liked Aunt Maggie anyway. It was thanks to Aunt 
Maggie that he got that first REALLY good feeling in his ding. That was 
yesterday, while he was lying on the sofa listening to her call the taxi 
driver a mother-fucker and looking up her skirt. 

It was just after she got there. Stevie had let her kiss him when she came 
in, and he thought she smelled nice. Usually he didn't like that kissing 
business with relatives but this time it wasn't so bad. Her boobs felt soft 
and warm like big round hot water bottles when she hugged him. 

She said the last time she saw him he was "that high," but Stevie didn't 
remember it. He couldn't remember ever seeing anybody that looked like Aunt 
Maggie, except once in a movie. His mother had taken him with her to a 
drive-in and he was supposed to go to sleep in the back seat but he didn't. 
He peeked over the front seat and managed to watch most of the movie without 
Mama knowing it. The movie was called A House Is Not a Home and Aunt Maggie 
reminded him a little of the lady that ran the whorehouse in that movie. 

Stevie should have been commended on his perception. Because not only did 
Maggie look like a madam, she actually was one. In fact, that's how she 
happened to suddenly pop up here at her sister's home in Florida, 
unannounced and unexpected. Her whorehouse was busted, or about to be 
busted-it had something to do with contributing to the delinquency of little 
boys-and she had to get out of town in a hurry. But she hadn't told Rose 
about that yet. She said she was just taking a little vacation. 

"That big city shit starts to get to you after a while, you know," she said. 

Maggie was forty-five but she'd taken pretty good care of herself. So had 
her sister, but it was not as noticeable, even though Rose was three years 
younger than Maggie. The two sisters resembled each other in the face, but 
there the resemblance stopped. Rose was rather slim and kept her dark hair, 
lightly streaked with gray, pulled back severely from her face, while Maggie 
was a full-bodied woman-heavy tits, a big ass and legs like a Clydesdale-and 
her thick, bright orange hair was trimmed in a imagine French cut. Also, 
while Rose wore little make-up or jewelry, Maggie had on sparkly green eye 
shadow, black eye-liner, iridescent purplish-pink lipstick that Stevie 
thought would surely glow in the dark, and large flashy rings on all her 
fingers. 

She was wearing a bright silk fire-engine-red dress with a skirt MUCH 
shorter than Stevie's mother ever wore and a deep V neckline cut so low you 
could see a little bit of her black bra in the point of the V. 

Right from the start Stevie was fascinated by the long deep crease of plush 
white powdered flesh between Aunt Maggie's great wobbly hot water bottle 
tits. When she walked her whole body shimmered and flashed and wiggled and 
jiggled as though she were made out of milk custard and decorated like a 
Christmas tree, and that crease kept changing shape, getting longer or 
shorter, slanting this way and that, opening and closing like a mouth. The 
crease reminded Stevie of the crack of a very fat ass. 

Then, as he lay there on the sofa, he got fascinated by something else. Aunt 
Maggie was sitting in an armchair with her big legs crossed and turned 
slightly to one side so that Stevie could see the underside of one thigh all 
the way up to her ass. Boy, that skirt was almost as short as the ones Patty 
wore! 

There was something exciting about those sheer black stockings Aunt Maggie 
had on, and now he could see the tops of them, where the garters clipped on, 
and the plump bare skin above them. He liked her red high-heeled shoes, too. 
It was while Stevie was marveling at these wondrous lower parts of his Aunt 
Maggie that he noticed his ding had gotten stiff. 

Then she recrossed her legs and Stevie's ass started going up and down. He 
hardly knew he was doing it, he'd never done it before, it just felt good, 
that was all. What triggered this innocent humping was the glimpse he got of 
Maggie's crotch while she was changing knees. It gave him a sudden surge of 
elation, like finding the surprise in the bottom of a Cracker Jack box. All 
he saw was a reddish black flash but it was enough to make him feel all warm 
and tingly inside his pants. His legs were stretched out straight and 
pressed tightly together and his stiff little dick was flattened up against 
his belly, so that when he moved his behind up and down the underside of his 
dick rubbed against the sofa cushion. That's why it felt so good. This was 
the first part of little Stevie's discovery. 

Rose would have been shocked and would have made Stevie leave the room for 
sure if she'd seen him dry-fucking the sofa like that. But she didn't notice 
it because her back was to him. Maggie noticed it, though. She kept on 
talking to Rose about her trip and all, but every now and then she would 
glance slyly at the boy and shoot him a knowing grin as she opened her 
thighs to give him another peak. 

This winking and grinning didn't even embarrass Stevie, that's how naive he 
was. Aunts were all the time winking and grinning anyway and he didn't 
connect it with the humping. After all, he wasn't playing with himself or 
anything. How could Aunt Maggie know his ding was hard? It was just ... like 
tapping your foot or something like that, as far as Aunt Maggie knew. That's 
what he thought and so he kept on humping. 

But of course Aunt Maggie was on to her innocent little nephew and she 
continued to manipulate him, by remote control as it were, with skillful 
exposures of the control box between her thighs, all the while carrying on 
the conversation with her sister as though nothing were happening. Finally 
she closed in-or opened up, rather-for the kill. 

She uncrossed her knees, spread her thighs, slumped back in the chair with a 
make-believe sigh of fatigue, and said, "No shit, Sis, I'm bushed." 

She certainly was. Stevie could see it perfectly now-all that curly red hair 
stuffed into the sheer black bulging crotch of her panties. And that long 
deep dark crack down the middle. It was Stevie's first good look at a cunt, 
and that was when he made the second part of his discovery. 

It took him completely by surprise. It felt like his dick went ping! ping! 
ping! and he got all warm and twitchy inside. It didn't last but a minute. 
Just ping! ping! ping! and that was it. 

He didn't even realize anything had squirted out and of course, since it was 
his first orgasm, not very much had. In fact, by the time he undressed that 
evening it had all dried up, so that he didn't find out about the squirting 
part until he got into bed and tried it again, this time with his hand, 
lying on his back and stroking the underside of his ding with the palm of 
his hand. The stuff spurted up in the air and landed on his chest. 

The next day-after getting a good morning kiss from Aunt Maggie, who wasn't 
wearing anything at the time but a flimsy silk dressing gown-he went to the 
bathroom and found out it worked better with a little soap. And now, as 
we've seen, he had stumbled onto that thumb-and-forefinger foreskin trick. 
He was coming right along. 

Anyway, the reason Maggie was swearing to herself was that she couldn't see 
little Stevie's prick from the keyhole. She knew what he was doing, she 
could hear the splash, splash, splash and see the glazed look in his eyes, 
the fluttering eyelashes, the twitching lips-but she couldn't see his 
goddamn prick! 

Shit, thought Maggie. 

The side of the fucking bathtub was too fucking high and the fucking keyhole 
was too fucking low. She could go around to the balcony outside and try the 
view from the window over the tub, but by the time she got out there he'd 
have shot his wad. She didn't want to rush the kid, but.... 

Oh, what the hell? Now's as good a time as any. 

So she stood up, wiped her slimy hand on the hem of her nightgown, adjusted 
the loose swooping neckline, checked her half-naked tits in the dim light of 
the hallway, and opened the bathroom door. it was about this time that Rose 
gave up trying to get to sleep. She got out of bed and went to the window. A 
small cloud was drifting" across the moon. It was the only cloud in sight. 

Looks like it might rain, Rose thought. I'd better go close Stevie's 
windows. 

She put on her robe and slippers and went quietly out into the hallway. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Poor Stevie was right on the brink when Maggie walked in on him. 

"Aunt Maggie!" he gasped. 

"Well, hi there, sugar," said Maggie, acting surprised to see him. "I didn't 
know you were in here." She grinned and glanced at his hard little prick, 
thinking, There it is! Wow! 

Stevie drew his knees up to his chest, making a loud swooshing noise, in the 
soapy water, his ding drawing in its head like a startled turtle. 

There it was. Maggie sat down on the toilet seat beside the tub, and said, 
"Looks like you had the same idea I had." 

"Uh...." 

"Taking a hot bath to cool yourself offs" she explained. 

"Oh," Stevie said, trying not to look embarrassed. 

'They say you feel cooler when you get out, you know. I was so goddamn hot 
in my room I thought I'd give it a try." She gave him a sexy-flirty 
smile-the same kind of smile she'd flashed at him a couple of times 
yesterday morning while he was humping on the sofa-and added, "I guess we 
both got hot at the same time, huh?" 

Stevie swallowed. He didn't get the double meaning but the way she said it, 
it sounded dirty. He said, "Uh-yeah, I guess so." 

Maggie laughed softly and her big boobs bounced up and down. Stevie tried 
not to stare at them but he couldn't help it. Her big brown nipples showed 
right through the front of her lacy nightgown and then-My gosh!-and then she 
bent forward to scratch her ankle and one side of her wide neckline slipped 
off her shoulder and slid down halfway to her elbow. Stevie thought her 
whole tit was going to fall out right before his eyes, but the neckline 
caught on her nipple. 

Aunt Maggie's jugs weren't the only thing that nightgown didn't hide. Now 
that her cunt wasn't stuffed into the crotch of a pair of panties, her red 
bush looked bushier than ever. Through the pale blue see-through acetate of 
her gown it looked sort of purplish. Weird.... 

Stevie's hard-on came back almost as suddenly as it had gone away. Finally 
he jerked his eyes from Aunt Maggie, blushed, and said, "Oh-uh-I'll be out 
in just a minute, Aunt Maggie." 

"That's okay," Maggie said. "Take your time." 

My gosh! Stevie thought. Is she gonna stay here till I get out?! 

"Did I, ah, interrupt anything, sugar?" Maggie asked with another of those 
sexy grins and a suggestive glance in the direction of Stevie's crotch. 

Oh, no! thought Stevie, wishing he could pull the plug and disappear into 
the drain. She must have seen what I was--! 

Just then Maggie put one foot up on the side of the tub, casually resting 
her chin on her knee, and Stevie found himself face to face with her naked 
cunt. Talk about a view! It was like a bright orange spotlight shining right 
in his eyes at point-blank range. 

"Uh ... what?" 

"I said, did I interrupt anything when I came in?" 

"Oh-uh, n-no, I-I was just-uh-washing." 

"Uh huh," said Maggie with a knowing grin. "like this, huh?" And she made 
the classic jacking off motion with her hand, thumping the heel of her fist 
against her cunt as if she had a cock. 

Stevie seriously considered trying an escape through the window, he was that 
desperate. This was awful! 

But Maggie just laughed-"Ha, ha, ha!"-and said, "Relax, honey, your old Aunt 
Maggie knows all about that shit. Nothin' wrong with it, it's perfectly 
normal. Hell, I'd be worried about ya if ya hadn't started beatin' your meat 
yet, a kid your age. Pretty soon you'll be stickin' it in every little twat 
on the block. Ha, ha, ha!" 

Stevie gulped. His face felt like it had a heating pad on it. If only she'd 
put her leg down! 

"What got ya hot this time?" she asked with a grin. "Still thinkin' about 
shootin' your Aunt Maggie's squirrel yesterday?" 

"Sh-shooting your s-squirrel?" 

"When you look up a lady's skirt and get a look at her cunt, that's what 
they call shooting a squirrel." 

"Oh," Stevie said. Then it came to him what she was talking about and 
without thinking he blurted out, "Oh!-gosh, no, Aunt Maggie! It was Patty 
and Roy. They...." Uh oh, he thought. I shouldn't have said that. 

"They what?" asked Maggie, still grinning. "What's that sexy little sister 
of yours up to tonight?" 

"Well, they, uh ... I better not tell," he said. "Why not? It'll be just 
between you and me." She smiled. 

"You promise?" 

"Sure. What d'ya think, I'm a fink or something?" 

" 'Cause if you tell Mama, Mama'll jump all over Patty and Patty'll know I'm 
the one that told on her and she'll probably beat me up." 

"I wouldn't blame her," Maggie chuckled. "But don't worry, it won't get back 
to your mama. What did ya see? Somethin' good?" 

"Well ... I saw Roy Rollins sneakin' around in the bushes downstairs-Roy, 
he's Patty's boyfriend-and then I heard Patty openin' her window. She 
climbed down the trellis and she ... she wasn't wearin' anything but her 
little snort nightgown. When she got down to the ground she pulled it off 
and Roy kissed her. She didn't even have any ... panties on or nothin'. And 
then...." Stevie swallowed. How could he tell her the rest? 

"Well, don't stop just when it's gettin' good," Maggie said. "Did he fuck 
her or what?" 

Stevie swallowed again. But he was beginning to feel a little more at ease. 
He was terribly relieved that Aunt Maggie hadn't reprimanded him or made fun 
of him for playing with himself-or beating his meat, as she called it. He 
wasn't sure what fucking meant exactly, but he figured that must be what 
Patty and Roy were doing, so he nodded and said, "I guess." 

"You guess?" Maggie said. "Well, shit, either he fucked her or he didn't." 

Stevie shrugged. "I guess he did, then." 

"Could ya see 'em from your window?" 

"Uh huh. Roy spread somethin' out on the ground and Patty laid down on it 
with her ... with her legs spread out ... she was right out in the moonlight 
between two mango trees. And then Roy got on top of her and..." 

"And your prick went-" Maggie made a low whistling noise and slowly uncurled 
a forefinger until it was sticking straight up. 

Stevie couldn't help but giggle. That was exactly what his prick had done. 
Aunt Maggie really did know what she was talking about. 

Maggie giggled, too, and put her hand on Stevie's knee. "Can I see it?" 

"Uh ... see what?" 

"Your prick," she said, trying to pry his knees apart without appearing too 
eager. "Have ya still got a hard-on? Come on, lemme see it, Stevie. Don't be 
so bashful, I'm your aunt, for Christ's sake." 

"Yeah, but-" 

"What d'ya think, I'm gonna bite it off or somethin'? " 

"No, but-" Again Stevie broke into a giggle. Aunt Maggie said the funniest 
things. He let go of his legs and let her pull them apart. 

"Hey, that's a nice one!" Maggie said as Stevie's stiff little dick sprang 
up out of the soapy water like a jack-in-the-box, and she thought, Oh 
goddamn, it's beautiful! Holy shit, I'm gonna cum all over myself in about a 
minute. 

It was just the kind of prick that turned Maggie on: slim, stiff and 
uncircumcised. Just the tip o the little red head showed at the opening of 
his foreskin. It looked baby-smooth, without a single hair around the root, 
and his balls looked like two little bird's eggs. 

Every other part of Stevie looked younger than his age. He was rather short 
and a little skinny, and he had soft blonde hair, big blue eyes, a pug nose 
and an almost girlish mouth with full pink lips. But there was nothing 
child-like about his prick! It was a good three inches long already and 
Maggie could see that in a few years he was really going to be hung. 

By then, she thought, he won't be get tin' turned on by an old whore like 
me. But for now.... 

"Yeah, that's a fine little dong, sugar," she said. "You oughta be proud of 
it. ... Why don't ya go ahead and jerk off while ya finish tellin' me about 
your sister gettin' fucked?" 

"Jerk off?" 

"You know-" She made the jacking motion with her fist again. "Oh." My gosh! 

"Or would ya rather I'd do it for ya?" "Huh?" 

"I mean, shit, it's the least I can do after bustin' in on ya like this. I'm 
pretty good at it." 

"Oh ... well ... that's okay," Stevie stammered. "I can, uh-" 

"Well, anyway, lemme get in there with ya. No need o' wastin' water when we 
can share the same tub, right? " 

And before Stevie could think of anything to say, Maggie stood up, hoisted 
her long gown, baring her hairy cunt in one motion, and then pulled the 
whole thing off over her head, her big boobs plunging and swinging like a 
couple of giant jellyfish. 

She stepped into the tub and stood over the wide-eyed boy for a minute like 
some obscene colossus, one foot on the edge of the tub, thighs spread wide. 
Her fat hairy gash looked like the crack of doom and her breasts were like 
huge milk-white thunderheads. 

"Yeah, I know," she said, slapping one of her big buttocks, "My ass is too 
fat." She cupped her huge jugs in her hands and bounced them up and down. 
"My tits are startin' to sag, and I'm gettin' a little pot on me." She 
rubbed her belly. "But old Red here's still in good shape." She patted her 
cunt. "Ha, ha, ha!" 

Stevie giggled. He wondered if all ladies had names for their cunts. On an 
impulse he pointed at her bush and asked, "Do you dye that?" 

"What, this?" Maggie said in an indignant voice, glancing down at her orange 
beard and fluffing it up with a plucking motion of her hand. "That's a hell 
of a thing to ask a lady." Then she laughed and added, "Yeah, I dye it. You 
think it's too bright?" 

"No," Stevie said in a funny voice. The heavy smell of the thing was filling 
his nostrils now and he saw that it was gooey along the shaggy lips. "I 
think it's ... pretty." Sort of. 

Maggie smiled and let her gaze travel openly down the front of his slim, 
smooth-skinned, hairless little body as far as his dick, which was standing 
at attention, pointing straight up at her drooling cunt. "You're sweet," she 
said, her voice quivering a little. 

Stevie was stretched out between her legs now, leaning back against the back 
of the tub, his arms floating in the water. His little nuts were floating, 
too. He wasn't making any attempt now to cover his nakedness. He wasn't even 
blushing. 

His prick twitched. 

Maggie had a strong urge to squat down and take him right then ... but she 
held herself back. 

"Sit up," she said. "Lemme get behind ya." 

Stevie sat up and Maggie stepped over him. He ducked as he passed between 
her legs but not low enough to keep his head from bumping her cunt. It made 
a squishy noise and got his hair a little wet. It felt like hot oil on his 
scalp. 

"Whoops," Maggie said. 

She turned around and sat down in the water, facing the same way as Stevie. 
With her knees up and her thighs spread wide, one foot on either side of her 
naked nephew, she gripped his slim slippery waist and pulled him back toward 
her until his smooth little butt was up against her hairy crotch. "There we 
go," she said. "Lean back, I got a-couple o' nice pillows for ya." 

She means her boobs, Stevie thought as he leaned back, feeling her coarse 
bush scrubbing along the crack of his ass and then her great warm tits 
flattening against his back. They really were like pillows! Sort of. This 
was fun. But gosh, what would Mama say?! 

Mama would probably have had plenty to say by now if she'd gone on to her 
son's room as she'd intended to. She'd have discovered he wasn't in his 
room, heard voices in the bathroom and looked in while Maggie was sitting on 
the toilet showing him her crotch. But by the time she actually did open the 
bathroom door she had nothing to say at all. She was speechless. As a 
matter-of-fact, she damn near passed out. 

Less than halfway to Stevie's room, Rose had stopped. It was a pang of guilt 
that did it. No, she had said to herself. You know very well it's not going 
to rain. The real reason you're going to Stevie's room is to. ... No, you 
mustn't, Rose! You mustn't do it again. Just when you're about to get over 
the other time, with Donald. Never again, you said then. Remember? You've 
just got to stop trying to get even with a dead man. Especially ... that 
way. 

Donald was Rose's first son, grown up and married now, and the "dead man" 
was her late husband Charlie, who passed away almost ten years ago under 
somewhat bizarre circumstances. But we'll find out about all that later. 
Anyway, instead of going to Stevie's room, Rose had gone downstairs to the 
kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. As she drank it she stared at 
the wall, the one between the kitchen and the guest room where her sister 
was sleeping-or so Rose thought. 

Maggie has a lot of nerve, barging in like this. Somehow, Rose felt, 
Maggie's arrival had something to do with her sudden urge to ... go to 
Stevie's room. But even this thought was not clearly formed in her mind. All 
she knew was that until now she had had much less trouble controlling her 
temptation. 

I must ask the Lord's help, she thought. But-she didn't feel like praying 
now. Next Sunday would be soon enough. Try to keep busy, she advised 
herself. Give more time to the choir ... oh, I just know Maggie's going to 
embarrass me before this is over. She's such a ... such a heathen. 

Finally, about the time Maggie sat down in the tub with Stevie, Rose took a 
big cucumber from the refrigerator, intending to eat it in her room 
(cucumbers helped her get to sleep), switched off the light and left the 
kitchen. 

Passing by the guest room, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. The 
shameless thing, Rose thought with a sigh of disgust. She hasn't even enough 
modesty to close her bedroom door. I wouldn't be surprised if she still 
sleeps in the nude like she used to. She started to close the door quietly, 
then, without knowing why, opened it wider and looked in. 

The window shades were open and a wrinkly square of moonlight lay across the 
bed. The bed was empty. 

"Maggie?" Rose called softly. 

No answer. 

Now what's she up to, wandering around in the middle of the night? Rose 
checked the downstairs bathroom but her sister wasn't there either. Then she 
looked on the front porch. No Maggie. Maybe she's taking a walk. But the 
front door was still locked from the inside. 

Rose stood there in the dark for a minute, trying to keep the next 
possibility from pushing into her mind. But she couldn't help remembering 
the way Maggie kept looking at little Stevie with that ... that gleam in her 
eye. It was the way Rose herself often wanted to look at him but wouldn't 
let herself. 

Oh, no, surely Maggie wouldn't.... 

Getting a firm grip on her cucumber and gripping the banister tightly for 
support, Rose started back up the stairs. Her knees were trembling and she 
felt a trickle of sweat running down between her tits. 

'There, that's enough," Maggie said as the water level dropped down around 
Stevie's balls. 

Stevie leaned forward, put the plug in again and settled back against Aunt 
Maggie's big warm soapy-slick boobs. Her big nipples rubbed against his back 
like pencil erasers and he snuggled his little behind back into the hairy 
harbor between her plump thighs. The addition of Maggie's fat ass to the tub 
had raised the water quite a bit so they had to let some out because Maggie 
didn't want to jack him off .underwater. She wanted that cute little cock up 
where she could see it. 

"Now, ain't this cozy?" she murmured in Stevie's ear, sliding her hands down 
the undersides of his thighs, from the backs of his knees to the cheeks of 
his smooth little butt, then up over his slim hips, around to his belly and 
down into his crotch. 

He spread his legs a little and said, "Uh huh," letting his head fall back 
on Aunt Maggie's soft shoulder and thinking, My Gosh! She's really doing it! 
She's playing with my ding! 

Rolling his nuts in her left hand, gently exploring' his tight little ass 
crack with an extended middle finger, Maggie skillfully skinned his foreskin 
back with her right hand and rubbed her thumb around and around in little 
circles over the slick red head until the clear oily fluid began to well up 
out of the tiny mouth-slit. His prick was alive in her hand, twitching and 
pulsating. 

"Feel good?" she said, her hot breath burning his ear. 

Stevie tried to say, Uh huh! but a sudden thrill of pleasure shot through 
him just as he opened his mouth and. made the words catch in his throat, so 
he just nodded. He couldn't get over how much better it felt with a hand all 
the way around it like that than just doing it with your thumb and 
forefinger. It was really something, taking a bath with Aunt Maggie. 

"Boy, you sure raise a nice hard-on," she said. "Mm-mm!" 

Stevie's scrawny ass started moving all by itself, sort of like it had on 
the sofa yesterday. Maggie took her thumb from the head of his little boy 
prick and worked the hard little shank with a slow fist stroke. 

"Did ya know that girls get hard-ons, too?" she asked, pausing to smear a 
little more soap on her palm. 

Stevie shook his head. How could that be? 

"Well, they do," Maggie said. "In face, your Aunt Maggie's got one right 
now." 

Stevie turned his head to look at her face. He just wanted to see if she was 
joking, but this motion brought them nose to nose, their mouths very close 
together. Maggie, grinned, kissing him with her full lips, slipping her big 
tongue once into his mouth, and said, "Wanta feel it?" 

Stevie giggled and said, "You don't have a ding," his voice jerking from the 
pleasure-thrills. 

"Sure I do," Maggie said. "Sorta. Gimme your hand." 

She took Stevie's right hand and guided it back to her cunt. About a third 
of her gash was above the water, and she took his middle finger and pushed 
it into the upper corner. Gosh!-it was all hot and slimy! And-sure enough! 
there was a hard slippery thing in there! But Stevie thought it felt more 
like a big lima bean than a ding. 

Maggie moved the tip of his finger over her erect clitoris in a rhythmic, 
circular motion. "Feel it?" she said. 

"Yeah." Stevie breathed, fascinated and more excited than ever. "Gosh, do ya 
ever. . . ? I mean-" 

"Jack it off?" Maggie said, and Stevie nodded. "Shit, yes. All women do if 
they get hot and there aren't any men around to fuck 'em. It's called 
frigging." She continued to manipulate herself with the boy's finger. Foamy 
cream was already flowing from her cunt and clouding the water. "Wanta frig 
me while I jerk ya off?" 

"Okay," Stevie panted. "How do I do it?" 

"Just like you're doin' now, honey," Maggie grunted. "Oh, goddamn, that 
feels good! That's it ... round and round ... round and round ... mm ... mm 
... mm ... . " 

That was when Rose cracked the bathroom door and peeked in. 

"Now," Maggie panted, "tell me more about how that horny kid fucked your 
little sister." 

Rose had felt relieved when she saw the light under the bathroom door. There 
was no tub in the downstairs bathroom, only a shower. Maggie must have come 
up here to take a tub bath, that was all. But just to make sure, Rose had 
gone to Stevie's room and ... found it empty. 

As I said, that first peek into the bathroom was almost too much for poor 
Rose. There was only one thing that kept her from fainting dead away: sheer 
sexual arousal. 

Neither of the tub's occupants were aware of their audience, because 
Maggie's head was turned away from the door, blocking Stevie's view of it. 
So they just kept on with their mutual handwork. 

Rose literally couldn't believe her eyes. 

There was her old sister sitting in a bathtub with her little infant boy. 
Both were naked and appeared to be masturbating each other. Maggie's fist 
was going splash ... splash ... splash ... as she slow-stroked Stevie's 
stiff little prick, and there was a sloshy-squishy noise that must have been 
made by his finger in Maggie's big hairy cunt. His little hand was making a 
stirring motion between the woman's open thighs and her huge tits were 
slapping heavily against the boy's back. 

Rose reacted not as if this were happening in real life but as though she 
were seeing it on a movie screen. Her brain sort of shorted out, you might 
say. She pulled the door quietly, leaving only a slit to peek through, 
opened her robe and slipped her hand inside the front of her pajama bottoms. 

"Well," Stevie was saying in a strained, uneven voice, "he got on top of her 
and ... and started sucking on her. ... " 

"On her tits?" Maggie prompted, quickening her stroke a little. 

"Yeah," Stevie said. "He started sucking on her tits." The dirty word tasted 
sweet and nasty in his mouth. He said it again: "On her tits! And he 
squeezed her tits, too, and I think he ... I think he bit 'em, too, 'cause I 
heard her say, 'Oh, Roy, don't bite me!' like that, like she really wanted 
him to bite her tits. And then he ... I mean, she reached down and..." 

"Grabbed his cock?" 

"Yeah, she grabbed his cock ... while he was sucking her tits ... and ... 
and it looked like she ... well, it looked like..." 

"She put his cock in her cunt, right?" 

"I guess so," Stevie said hoarsely. His hand was going faster now in Aunt 
Maggie's slit and his palm was all gooey with her hot cream and her fist was 
going faster and faster-going slishy-slishy-slishy, up and down his prick 
and he knew it was going to happen soon. (So did Maggie.) 

"Yeah, she put his cock in her cunt! And then--! And then his rear end ... 
his ass started going up and down! I could--! I could see it in the 
moonlight and Patty--! Patty wrapped her legs around him and--! And--! 
And--! " 

"Go, Stevie!" Maggie grunted. "Go, go, go, g--! " And then she started to 
cum. "Gh--! Gh--! Gh!-" 

"Oh ... Aunt ... M-Maggie! ... I ... I think it's ... gonna..." 

And it did. 

Maggie aimed it straight up at her face, opened her mouth, and it went 
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! The first spurt hit her in the eye but the next three 
or four shot right into her mouth. GodDAMN!-there was nothing she liked 
better than the taste of little boy cum! Pure, sweet, fresh, virgin cum! 
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! And her spasming cunt was going squoosh! squoosh! 
squoosh! 

The rest of Stevie's cum squirts were less powerful. They splashed against 
his chest and dribbled down his belly and finally it was over. 

"Gosh!" he gasped, hardly able to speak. His ass slid out from under him and 
he ended up on his back with his head resting on Aunt Maggie's flooded cunt, 
which was still jerking spasmodically. "Gosh ... thanks, Aunt Maggie!" 

"Oh, sugar," Maggie laughed breathlessly, leaning over him and swinging her 
great sweating jugs back and forth over his face, stroking his panting lips 
with the swollen brown nipples, "you're somethin' else, no shit." 

Rose shut the door softly, doubled up as though she had a stomach ache, and 
came, one hand inside her pajamas, the other over her mouth to muffle the 
uncontrollable grunts. "Mf--! MM Mf--! " 

Then she straightened up, wiped her fingers on her pajamas, closed her robe, 
walked stiffly down the dark hallway, sort of like a zombie, went into her 
bedroom, shut the door, took the cucumber out of the pocket of her robe, 
took off the robe, took off the pajamas, lay down on her bed and fucked 
herself with the cucumber. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was about two hours later that Rose re-emerged from her room, dressed in 
her prim night gear again-faded bathrobe, baggy cotton pajamas and quilted 
house slippers, each decorated with the bedraggled remains of a pompom. This 
time she went straight downstairs to Maggie's room, shoved the door open and 
marched in like a policeman making a bust. 

The moonlight was dim now but she could see that her sister was stark naked, 
sprawled out on the bed, snoring loudly. One of her feet dangled over the 
edge. Rose hit the light switch with one hand and shook the dangling foot 
with the other. 

"Maggie," she said in a soft, cold, angry voice. "Wake up." 

In the sudden glare of the overhead light, Maggie's naked body seemed to 
spring up in Rose's eyes like a grossly obscene snapshot taken with a 
flashbulb in a French hotel during World War II. Those awful, fat, 
blue-white udders with their wrinkly brown nipples and their stretch marks, 
swelling and sagging in rhythm with her snoring ... her fat arms stretched 
out above her head, all those cheap gaudy rings on her fat fingers ... those 
fat thighs, grubworm-white, spread wide open, and that fat bulge between 
them, with its disgusting tangle of bright orange fuck ... that horrible fat 
crack between the fat cheeks ... reeking with perfume and cunt smell ... the 
long fat lips gaping open ... those ghastly folds of raw meat inside. ... 
The sight made Rose's stomach flutter and her knees felt weak. She took a 
deep breath. Be strong, Rose. 

"Maggie!" she shook the limp foot again. "Wake up!" 

Maggie snorted, opened her eyes, shut them, rubbed them, opened them, 
squinted against the light, sat up and grumbled, "What the fuck?" 

"Even though my children's ears are going to be safe from it during the 
remainder of your visit," 

Rose said in a stiff icy voice, "I must insist for my own sake that you 
never use that word again in this house." 

Maggie rubbed her nose noisily with the back of her hand, scratched her 
crotch, also loudly (scrape, scrape, scrape), opened her eyes a little wider 
and tried to focus them on the ramrod figure standing at the foot of the 
bed. "Rose, what the fuck are you talkin' about?" she said with a yawn. 
"It's the middle o' the fuckin' night, for Christ's sake!" 

Rose sighed with disgust. "Maggie, I want you to pack your things and get 
out. I would much prefer that you leave now, before morning. I don't want 
the children corrupted any more than they have been already. I'll call a 
taxi while you're getting ready." 

That woke Maggie up. 

Rose turned, nose in the air, and marched toward the door. 

Holy shit! Maggie thought. That little prick must have finked out on me! 
"Now wait a minute, Sis," she said. "Wait just a fucking minute! Sounds like 
somebody's been-" 

Rose whirled on her, furious. "Maggie, I asked you not to use that word in 
this house!" 

"What word?" 

"Fuck!" Rose barked, immediately slapping he hand over her mouth and quickly 
shutting the door-closing the barn after the cow had gone, you might say. 
(Nobody upstairs heard it, however both Patty and Stevie were dead to the 
world.) 

Maggie chuckled. "I just wanted to hear ya say it." 

"Maggie--! " 

"All right, all right," Maggie said, holding up he hands. "Will you please 
calm down and tell m what it is I'm supposed to have done?" 

"You know very well what you've done," Rose insisted, her voice trembling 
with anger. "It's m duty as a mother to protect little Stevie from an 
further damage to his-" 

"Stevie?" Maggie broke in, putting on suspicious, puzzled expression. "What 
kinda shit' that kid been feedin' ya?" 

"Nobody's been feeding me any...'shit,' a you so crudely put it. You may as 
well sto playing dumb and start packing. I know what kind of person you 
are-in all these years you haven' changed-but I thought you'd surely have th 
decency to conduct your ... your affairs at a saf distance from me and my 
children. Good Lord, if I had dreamed you'd actually--! " Rose's voice broke 
and she turned abruptly to the door again. 

"Goddamn it, Rose, why don't you stand still for a minute and explain this 
to me like a civilized human being, instead of-" 

"A civilized human being?" Rose exploded, facing the naked woman. "You've 
got a lot of nerve, Maggie MacDonald! Telling me to be civilized after what 
I saw--! " 

Saw? Maggie was wide awake now, her mind alert and moving fast: What she 
saw! So that's it! She glanced quickly at the bedside clock. It was one 
thirty. Holy shit, that was more than two hours ago! Why didn't she bust in 
on us and...? Then it dawned on her and she smiled inwardly. Well, well, she 
thought. Shit, I should have figured it out before this. After all, we're 
sisters. I guess it runs in the family. 

Rose caught her breath and tried to steady her voice. "Let's say our 
goodbyes now. After I call your taxi I'm going to bed and try to forget this 
ever happened. I'll tell them you'll be waiting outside at the ... " Maggie 
stood up and started toward Rose, her big naked tits swinging and bobbing as 
she walked. " ... in half an ... hour. Maggie, you-you stay away from me, 
now!" 

"Oh, for Christ's sake," Maggie sneered, leaning back against the door so 
that Rose couldn't get out. "What d'ya think, I'm gonna beat ya up or 
somethin'? " 

Rose swallowed, backing to the center of the little room. Maggie had beaten 
her up once, when they were kids. She had ripped all of Rose's clothes off 
and shoved her out the window, right in front of a bunch of boys who were 
playing ball in the sand lot next door and then closed the window so she 
couldn't get back in. Rose was fourteen then. She had had to run all the way 
around the house in broad daylight, the boys whistling and whooping behind 
her, and she could still see the expression on her mother's face when she 
came sneaking into the kitchen with no clothes on. The reason Maggie did 
that was because the night before Rose had told her mother that Maggie was 
in bed with their little brother Timmy and they were doing something nasty, 
and her mother had gone in there and caught them doing it. When Papa got 
home Rose got the spanking of her life because Maggie swore up and down that 
her sister had taken off her own clothes and climbed out there "to show 
herself off to those boys." 

But this time Maggie was sure she wouldn't have to use physical force. She 
felt relaxed and confident. With a shrug and a brief closing of her eyes, 
she said, "Okay, so ya caught me with my pants down again. I'll leave-it's 
your house, after all-but before I go, Sis, I want ya to know I ain't 
fallin' for that bullshit about your 'duty as a mother' and all that crap." 

"Maggie..." Rose could hardly get her voice above a whisper. "I-I'm warning 
you-" 

"You want me to tell ya the real reason you're kickin' me out?" 

Rose felt herself blush violently. She felt trapped, somehow. But why? she 
wondered. Damn her! What have I got to be afraid of? She opened her mouth 
but Maggie landed her first blow before she could say anything: 

"Because you're jealous, that's why," Maggie said. 

"Jea ... jealous?! How dare you say a thing like that?" 

Maggie shrugged and scratched her cunt again. "Why not? It's true and you 
know it. You're pissed off 'cause I got to the kid before you did. Same 
reason you ratted on me that time I was fuckin' Timmy. He told me about it, 
you know-about how you tried to put the make on him in the garage that day. 
Except he didn't know that's what you were tryin' to do. The trouble with 
you-" 

Rose finally found her voice. "Maggie, that is not true.'" 

"Aw, shit, Sis, what's the point in lyin' about a little thing like that 
after all these years? What's it been now? ... Thirty years, almost. Thirty 
fucking years! We're gettin' old, Sis-but we ain't dead yet. At least, I 
ain't-as you might have noticed while you were peekin' in the bathroom door 
tonight." She chuckled at her sister's faked look of outrage, and went on: 

"Anyway, the trouble with you back then was that you gave up too fuckin' 
quick. You were a damn fine-lookin' chick. You wouldn't have had any trouble 
gettin' it on with Timmy if you'd just stuck with it for a while-like I did. 
He didn't know what the fuck was comin' off. You gotta go slow with little 
peckers like that, and you don't give up after the first try. Maybe that's 
your trouble now." 

Rose's cheeks felt like they were on fire. "Surely you're not suggesting 
that I-that I--? " 

"How the fuck do I know?" Maggie said with another shrug. "I ain't seen ya 
in ten years. Maybe you've tried, maybe you haven't. But I'll tell ya one 
thing for sure: you've wanted to for a long time, and you still want to, now 
more than ever. Am I right or wrong? Come on, tell the fuckin' truth for 
once in your life." 

Suddenly, without warning, Rose burst into tears, covering her face with her 
hands. 

Maggie's face softened and she went over to her sister, putting her arms 
around her and patting her on the head. "There, there, now," she said in a 
soothing voice. "Come on over here and get it off your chest." She guided 
Rose gently to the bed and sat her down. "That's another thing-you been 
holdin' it in so long it's got ya all fucked up inside. Lemme kill this 
light, okay?" 

Rose nodded, still sobbing, and Maggie switched off the light. Then she 
helped Rose out of her robe, hung it over a chair and sat down beside her in 
the hot, humid dark, putting her arm around her slim, shaking shoulders. 

'There, that's better. Go ahead and cry, it'll do ya good. 

As Rose's sobbing got quieter, Maggie told her that whatever she'd done or 
wanted to do, she had nothing to be ashamed of and not to worry about 
shocking her. "I'm shockproof," she said and went on to tell her about how 
she'd been a striptease dancer, a stag movie actress, and then a full-time 
whore for many years, and then about how she'd become a madam when she was 
thirty-eight, got her own house and then moved into a bigger, fancier house 
with more girls, and finally told briefly about the trouble which had 
brought her to Florida on the run. She didn't go into it very deeply, but it 
seems she was building up a stable of little boys and doing a booming 
business renting them out to elderly ladies, when one of the boys' mothers 
got wind of it. Most of the boys were working with their parents' consent, 
but this boy wasn't. 

"Shit, I've run the whole fucking course, Sis," she went on. "But it seems 
like the older I get, the younger I like 'em. like, Timmy was just somethin' 
to do around the house, y' know?-for me, I mean. What I really went for in 
those days were the old farts with their big greasy dicks and all-the bigger 
and greasier the better. You know, the dirty old man types that pick ya up 
on the way home from school and give ya candy and take ya out in the woods. 
I ate that shit up. The first one got me when I was twelve-hadn't even 
started to bleed yet. Busted my cherry wide open." She chuckled and sighed 
with nostalgia. 'Then there was old Uncle Harry." 

Rose sniffed and lifted her tear-streaked face. "Uncle Harry? Really?" 

"Shit, yes," Maggie said. "That sonofabitch used to get me up in the attic 
and eat me like a goddamn grapefruit. He had a cock on him as long as your 
fuckin' arm, Rose, that's no shit. What was he then?-at least sixty-five. 
Ha, ha, ha!" 

Rose laughed, too-weakly-and dried her eyes on the bed sheet. Then she lay 
back on the bed, legs hanging over the side, and took a deep shaky breath, 
letting it out slowly. Maggie shifted her ass further onto the mattress and 
sat cross-legged beside Rose, facing her. The last faint rays of the setting 
moon played softly over the younger sister's breasts as they rose and fell, 
gently now, inside her loose-fitting pajama top. Maggie's heavy-sweet 
perfume-vagina smell didn't bother 

Rose so much now. It was kind of nice. And she didn't jerk her fingers away, 
either, when they brushed against her big sister's cunt-hair every now and 
then. 

"But then when I got older," Maggie was saying, "I liked 'em younger. like 
when I got out of high school and left home, I really went for these 
middle-aged married guys-thirty-five, forty, around in there. When I was 
thirty I went for guys my own age, but that didn't last long. After that I 
started going after these young studs-college kids and so forth. In those 
days the young chicks weren't putting out quite so easy as they do now, so I 
didn't have too much trouble. Anyway, I went right on down the line till I 
got to the kiddies, and that's where I stuck. I don't know, maybe it's 
weird, an old whore like me gettin' so turned on by a prick no bigger'n my 
thumb and not a sign of a hair around it, but ... well, I do, so what the 
fuck? I really don't think there's that much wrong with it, no shit, Rose. I 
mean, what's it gonna hurt 'em to get broke in early? It's not like you're 
gonna marry 'em, for Christ's sake, and keep 'em for yourself all their 
lives-you're just startin' 'em off right, that's all. Then when they start 
gettin' some pussy their own age they won't be so goddamn dumb about it. I 
know, I never had a kid o' my own. But if I did ... well, shit, I think I'd 
feel the same way." 

Maggie paused and ran the fingers of her free hand through Rose's hair. 
"Feelin' better, Sis?" 

Rose nodded and squeezed Maggie's hand lightly, her knuckles brushing over 
coarse crotch curls. 

"Ready to tell me about it?" 

Rose took another deep breath and said, "Could I have a cigarette?" which 
was strange, since Rose didn't smoke. 

Maggie said, "Sure," reached for her cigarettes and lit two of them. "There 
ya go." 

"Thanks." Rose took a drag, coughed, and began: 

"It was different with me. It didn't start until Charlie died...." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"I never told you how it happened. I've never told anyone." 

"You mean, it wasn't really a heart attack?" Maggie asked. "Let's see, he 
was supposed to have been chopping wood up at somebody's cabin in North 
Carolina, right?" 

"That's what I told everybody," Rose said. "It was a heart attack all right, 
and yes, it happened in North Carolina. We'd rented a cabin in the mountains 
for our vacation. But he wasn't chopping wood. He was ... well, he died on 
top of Celia." 

Maggie stifled a burst of laughter and said, "Why, the old fox! Celia ... 
she was your first daughter, right?" 

"Yes. She was just turned fourteen then. I was in the cabin that morning 
when I heard her yelling somewhere up the mountain. I ran up there and found 
them in a little clearing, both of them stark naked. Celia was crying and 
yelling, 'Get him off me! Get him off me!' I just couldn't believe my eyes." 

"What'd he do, pop her cherry?" Rose shook her head. "No, it had been going 
on for months. Celia admitted it later." "Then what was she yellin' for?" 
"Charlie was dead." "Oh." 

"He was overweight, you know, and Celia was just a little thing. She 
couldn't get out from under him. He was holding onto a rock with one hand 
and a fallen log with the other and she couldn't pry his fingers loose. She 
was pinned under there with his ... his penis still inside her. It must have 
been a horrible experience for her. It took me at least five minutes to roll 
him off. It was awful, Maggie." 

"I believe it," Maggie said. "But, Sis ... what's this got to do with you 
havin' the hots for little Stevie?" 

"That's when it started," Rose said. "I didn't feel sorry for Charlie, or 
even for Celia. I was just mad. Oh, God, was I mad! I hated them both, but 
especially Charlie. I felt like just kicking him down the mountain and 
leaving him there to rot, the fat slob. I wanted revenge. I wanted to get 
back at him, even though he was dead. I wanted to pay him back." 

"Oh, I get it," Maggie said, casually undoing the top button of Rose's 
pajama top. "But Stevie was only-what?-three, wasn't he?" 

Rose nodded. "But Donald was thirteen." 

"Aha." 

"It took me a month to work up my courage. One night I ... I slipped into 
his and Stevie's room after they'd gone to sleep. Donald was lying on his 
back and he ... he had an erection. His penis was-" 

"Aw, shit, Sis," Maggie cut in. "Why don't ya speak English?" 

Rose smiled up at her sister and gave a little nose laugh. She felt another 
of her buttons being undone. "All right then, he had a hard-on, and his 
prick was sticking up under the sheet." 

'That's better." Maggie opened the last button and folded the pajama top 
back from Rose's chest, her hand brushing over a tit. The nipple-was hard. 
Both women took a last drag on their cigarettes and put them out, as if in 
unspoken agreement. 

"I pulled the sheet down and saw that he was naked. I just wanted to look at 
him-I mean, I'm sure that's all I would have done if he hadn't had a 
hard-on, or if he'd had his undershorts on, or ... or even if he hadn't been 
lying on his back like that. And I'm sure I'd never have had the nerve to 
try anything if he'd been awake. But all those things together ... that 
little dick sticking straight up, twitching and everything ... well-" 

Rose's voice broke off abruptly as she felt her middle finger being pushed 
into the warm hairy crack of her sister's cunt. But she didn't pull her hand 
away. And when she felt the elastic waistband of her pajamas being pushed 
down her belly she lifted her ass off the bed for a moment, let Maggie slide 
the pajamas down her hips and then kicked them off onto the floor. Finally, 
as Maggie's plump fingers combed gently through the dark curls of her bush, 
Rose continued: 

"Well, anyway, I undressed and eased onto the bed. I got on my knees over 
him, straddling his little hips, and ... and then I. . . " Maggie had a 
finger inside Rose's cunt now, working her stiff slippery clit with a 
skillful circular stroke. " ... and then I took his little dick in my hand 
and..." Rose drew a sharp breath and whispered, "Oh, dear Lord!" 

"A little higher," Maggie said, and Rose moved her trembling finger up along 
her sister's juicy crack until she felt the sharp underedge of her slimy 
clit. "Good." 

"I took his stiff little dick in my hand," Rose went on in a hoarse shaky 
voice, "and ... and moved the foreskin around a little bit and ... it was 
... all slick and warm ... and then I opened up my ... my cunt with my other 
hand and...." 

Maggie was massaging Rose's breasts now, rolling the hard nipples, pinching 
them gently. She was surprised to find that Rose still had pretty good tits. 
They weren't large but they weren't flabby either. Those old-fashioned 
hard-shelled bras she wore made her look almost flat-chested, but she 
wasn't. There was no need to guide Rose's hand any more-it was working 
clumsily but effectively inside the fat gooey folds of Maggie's twat. Rose 
fixed her eyes on Maggie's huge ghostly jugs, wobbling in the gloom with the 
frigging motion of her arm, and continued: 

" ... and I got my cunt ... oh, dear ... got my cunt right over his dick and 
... and slipped it down over the little head and ... and ... Maggie, I--! 
Ah!. ... Ah! ... Ah!..." 

Rose's body shook all over as she came. Maggie came, too, but her orgasm was 
less violent. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, holding on tightly to 
one of Rose's tits with one hand and Rose's jerking cunt with the other 
until her own spasms subsided. Finally, Rose relaxed, too, and went limp, 
panting heavily. Both women's bodies were slick with sweat and the hot cunt 
smell hung thick and pungent in the small dark room. 

"Thank you, Maggie," Rose said in a soft whoosh of breath. 

"I thought I owed that to ya, kid." Maggie got two handfuls of Kleenex from 
the bedside table, mopped Rose's crotch with one and her own with the other. 
"No shit, I'm sorry about jumpin' Stevie like that. I wouldn't o' done it if 
I'd known I was buttin' in on ya, but I didn't catch on till ya came bustin' 
in here tonight. So anyway..." They both stretched out on the bed, side by 
side, their heads propped up on the pillows and Maggie lit up two more 
cigarettes. Their naked bodies glowed yellow in the brief light of the 
match, then dimly red as they sucked on their cigarettes. The smell of 
exhaled tobacco smoke mingled intimately with the sweaty cunt smell. "So 
anyway, what happened with Donald?" 

"I fucked up," Rose said, thinking with amusement that she hadn't used words 
like that since before she married Charlie twenty-one years ago. Charlie had 
been a very religious person-a hard-core Baptist-and had strictly forbidden 
such language. "As soon as I got his prick into me his eyes popped open and 
he started yelling. 'Help, help!' It was awful. The poor kid was scared 
shitless. I got off and ran out of the room. I didn't know what to do. How 
could I ever face him again after that? But you know, he never said anything 
about it-nothing at all. I guess he thought it was a dream or something, I 
don't know." 

"And you never tried it again?" 

"No, never. I was so ashamed of myself. I swore I'd never do anything like 
that again. But then 

Stevie started growing up and the old desire to get back at that sonofabitch 
Charlie began to come back on me. But ... well, I'm sure I'll never have the 
guts to do anything like you did with him. I guess you were right-I was 
trying to take it out on you. If I couldn't have him, why should you? Of 
course that was all inside. I would never have admitted such a thing to 
myself. I've been such a hypocrite, Maggie." 

"Well, I think we've knocked the hell out of your hypocrisy, Sis," Maggie 
said. "But I gotta tell ya-you're still not being honest." 

"I'm not?" 

"Hell, no. Look, Rose, you know damn well that's a lot of bullshit-all that 
crap about revenge. All you're doin' is makin' excuses for the perfectly 
natural fact that you dig little boys." 

Rose started to make an indignant protest but decided not to and sank back 
into her pillow. "What makes you think that?" she said calmly. 

"Because, for one thing, you said it started after Charlie fucked himself to 
death, but you left out the thing with Timmy. It's the same as with me-as 
you get older you're comin' back to that kind of stuff. What the fuck, we 
both got the same bug. 

Why not admit it and go on from there? We must have inherited it. And for 
another thing, if revenge is all you're after, how come you didn't bust on 
into the bathroom tonight and kick my ass out than and there? I'll tell ya 
why-because it turned ya on, that's why. Why else would you've stood out 
there and watched like that? Then ya went to your room and frigged yourself 
for two fucking hours before you finally got cooled down enough to come down 
here and put on that outraged mother act. Shit, Charlie never entered your 
mind. Come on, now, admit it, Sis, and then we can get down to business." 
She nudged Rose in the tit. "Am I right or am I wrong?" 

Rose didn't say anything for a while. She lay there smoking, thinking, 
staring into the smoky darkness. She thought about her church functions, her 
choir class, the quiet decent life she'd made for herself, her two 
clean-living children. ... Finally, she shook her head and said: 

"No, Maggie. You're not quite right. I didn't frig myself for two hours. I 
fucked myself with a cucumber." 

Maggie burst into hearty bar room laughter. Rose laughed, too, and they 
hugged each other like long-lost friends. 

'That's my kid sister," Maggie said, slapping Rose on the ass. "Now then, 
I'm gonna tell ya where ya went wrong. First, like I already said, you give 
up too fuckin' easy. Second, you went about it all wrong, both with Timmy 
and with Donald. You came on too strong and scared the shit out of 'em. You 
gotta go easy, work into it gradually. like tonight, for instance. You 
noticed I didn't jump right on Stevie with my cunt hangin' open, yellin' 
'Fuck me! Fuck me!' You don't get to that the first time. You start out by 
playin' with 'em, let 'em get their fingers sticky. They gotta get the feel 
of a cunt, see? A cunt's a scary thing to a little kid. He's gotta find out 
it ain't got teeth in it or anything, that there's nothin' in there that's 
gonna hurt him. When they're all fired up like Stevie was, it's okay to go 
ahead and jack 'em off, maybe suck their little peckers if ya think they're 
ready for that-but nine times outa ten you're gonna mess up if ya try to 
fuck 'em right off. Ya gotta hold yourself back a little, see?" 

"Sounds like you've had lots of experience." 

Maggie chuckled. "Soon as I get my shit squared away with the cops, you're 
gonna have to come up to New York and visit my house." 

"Maybe I will," Rose said, thinking, What would Rev. Parker say if he could 
hear this conversation? The thought amused her; she felt like a young girl 
again, doing something bad behind her mother's back. 

"And you can bring Stevie with ya," Maggie said with another elbow jab to 
Rose's tit. 

That gave Rose a sudden shiver of apprehension. I'm still scared, she 
realized. She took too deep a drag on her cigarette and coughed. 

"Now then," Maggie went on. "Tomorrow night-or tonight, rather"-it was 
almost three thirty-"I'll get ya set up with Stevie. You won't have to be as 
careful as I was sayin', 'cause I already got him started for ya. But still, 
it's gonna be a little tricky, you bein' his mama and all. Here's how we'll 
work it. . . " 

They talked for another hour or so and finally settled down to go to sleep. 
Rose had accepted Maggie's invitation to sleep with her the rest of the 
night. They didn't drop off right away, though. Maggie gave Rose a good 
night kiss on the cunt-and to the surprise of both of them, Rose returned 
the favor. 

A half-hour later Rose lifted her cream-smeared face from between her 
sister's hot fat thighs, thoroughly exhausted, and said, "Whew! That's the 
first time I ever did that!" 

Maggie drew her own lips away from Rose's flooded crotch and cleared the 
cunt juice from her nostrils with a snorting giggle. "Well, we just blew one 
old saying all to hell," she said. "What's that?" 

"That you can't teach an old bitch new tricks." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Stevie was surprised the next day to see how much better his mother and Aunt 
Maggie were getting along. They kept whispering tilings to each other and 
giggling like little kids, and Mama didn't say, "Maggie, please!" when Aunt 
Maggie said a dirty work. Also, it seemed like every time Mama looked at him 
her face got red and she looked away. It made Stevie sort of nervous when 
she did that. 

Most of the day, though, Mama had a sort of faraway look in her eyes, like 
she was thinking of something else and wasn't paying attention to what was 
going on. like one time she was in the kitchen and Patty went in there to 
get a sandwich. Patty dropped something and said, "Shit!" and Mama didn't 
say a word, like she hadn't even heard it. Usually Mama and Patty were all 
the time arguing about things, yelling at each other and getting mad and 
all, but today Mama didn't even seem to know Patty was around. It was weird 
and Stevie got a little worried. 

He got Aunt Maggie off by herself and whispered in her ear: "Aunt Maggie, 
you didn't ... uh ... you didn't tell Mama about ... uh ... you know, about 
us takin' a bath and all ... did ya?" 

Maggie said of course she didn't-which was true. Then she asked Stevie if 
he'd jacked off since then. Stevie blushed and shook his head. Maggie said, 
"Good. I tell ya what, sugar-if you promise to keep your hand off o' that 
thing for the rest o' the day, and to be nice to your mama tonight, your 
Aunt Maggie'll have a little surprise for ya later on. Okay?" 

That puzzled Stevie even more but he liked surprises-and any surprise from 
Aunt Maggie had to be good-so he said, "Okay, I promise." 

"Good boy," Maggie said, giving his balls a little squeeze and kissing his 
cheek. 

Stevie thought, what the heck? He was always nice to his mama-almost 
always-and as for the other thing ... well, he guessed he could hold off 
till dark, and he ran outside to play. 

After supper that evening he was sitting in the living room by himself, 
wondering when he was going to get the surprise, when Aunt Maggie stuck her 
head out of her door under the staircase and signaled to him with her 
finger. He tiptoed quickly across the room and she whispered, "Come on in." 

Stevie slipped into the sweet-smelling room and looked back at Aunt Maggie 
as she closed the door. She wasn't wearing anything but her underwear-a pale 
blue bra and bikini panties the same color, an elastic garter belt and a 
pair of red fishnet stockings sheathing her big curvy legs. He could see the 
crack of her ass through the seat of the blue panties. Then she turned 
around and he saw her thick red bush through the front of them. He could see 
her big brown nipples through the bra, too. It seemed like Aunt Maggie never 
wore anything you couldn't see through. 

She smiled and nodded toward the bed. "There's some books over there I 
thought you might like. Brought 'em with me from up north. Go ahead, take a 
look." 

There was a stack of magazines on the bed. This must be the surprise! Stevie 
thought. He sat down and thumbed through them. They had titles like Spread 
and Hair Pie and Crack and Ripe and things like that, and all the covers had 
color photographs of naked ladies. One of the ladies had a big cock in her 
mouth. 

"Holy cow!" Stevie said. 

Maggie was standing in front of her dresser putting on blue eye shadow. She 
glanced at Stevie in the mirror and chuckled. "Beats the shit outa Superman, 
don't it?" she said. 

"Yeah, and the Lone Ranger, too!" Stevie said. 

Maggie laughed and dabbed some perfume down between her tits. 

Stevie picked up a magazine called Hot and Hairy and started turning the 
pages. There were dirty pictures on every page, most of them in color. There 
were pictures of ladies with their legs spread and holding their cunts open 
so you could see inside. There were pictures of men with their pricks stuck 
in little girls' pussies and in ladies' ass-holes, and some of the men were 
licking the ladies between the legs or sucking their tits, and some of the 
ladies were sucking little boys' dings. One of the pictures showed a girl 
about Patty's age with her tongue stuck in a man's ass-hole and another girl 
was in front of the man and white stuff was shooting out the end of his 
prick right into the face of the second girl. They second girl was holding 
her tits in her hands and she looked like she was really enjoying getting 
squirted in the face like that. 

Little Stevie had never dreamed things like that went on, let alone that 
anybody would dare put them in a magazine. His prick was already as stiff as 
a stick and he didn't even realize he was rubbing it through his jeans until 
Aunt Maggie came over and slapped his hand. 

"Ah-ah-ah," she said. "Remember your promise." 

Stevie looked up and saw the Aunt Maggie had put on a little pink dress that 
you could see her blue underwear through. She really filled up that dress 
and her tits were overflowing at the top. He said, "You goin' some place, 
Aunt Maggie?" 

"Yeah, I'm gonna take in a movie," she said, pulling up her skirt to adjust 
a garter. "You can stay here and look at your magazines. They're yours now, 
but if I were you I wouldn't go spreadin' 'em around the neighborhood." 

"I won't," Stevie said. "But"-he lowered his voice-"what if Mama comes in 
here and catches me with 'em?" 

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Maggie said with a mysterious grin. "She 
might not mind." 

"Might not mind?! You don't know Mama, Aunt Maggie! She'd beat my butt till 
I couldn't-" Maggie bent over him, her big powdered boobs almost spilling 
out of her dress, and tapped him on the nose with her forefinger. "Maybe you 
don't know her as well as you think you do, smart-ass," she said. 

Stevie said, "What d'ya mean?" "Maybe you'll find out before long." Maggie 
picked up her red sequined purse and went to the door. "Now you be a good 
boy, and don't forget what you promised me." 

"I won't," Stevie said, and as she opened the door he called to her in a 
whisper: "Hey, Aunt Maggie? " "Yeah?" 

"Uh ... if Mama's in bed when ya get home, can I take a bath with ya again?" 

Maggie laughed. "Don't you worry, sugar. You and me are gonna be havin' more 
fun than takin' baths before long." She winked and went out, closing the 
door behind her. 

Stevie didn't know what she meant by that, but whatever it was it sounded 
good. That Aunt Maggie was something else. He turned back to the magazines 
and hadn't even got halfway through Hot and Hairy when the door opened again 
and his mother walked into the room. 

Oh my gosh!- 

"Oh, there you are, Stevie," Rose said as though she were surprised to find 
him there. "What are you doing in here?" 

Stevie flipped over on his side, his back to his mother, and curled up into 
a struggling little ball, temporarily forgetting about the dirty magazines 
strewn all over the bed. The reason for this curi'ous behavior was that the 
horny little fellow's prick had already found its way out of his jeans and 
into his hand, and he'd been sitting there pumping it furiously when Rose 
walked in. That's what he gets for breaking his promise. 

Rose stifled a giggle (she'd been into the strawberry wine to build up her 
courage), pretended not to notice her son's frantic struggle to get his fly 
zipped (the damn zipper was stuck!), walked over to the bed and picked up 
one of the magazines. It was called F.U.C.K., and in small print below the 
title it said, "Fuckers' Unlimited and Cocksucking Korporation." 

"Well, well," Rose said, flipping through the pages. "Where did these come 
from?" 

"Uh-" Goddamn this fucking zipper!! ! 

"Do they belong to Aunt Maggie?" 

"Uh-D-do what belong to Aunt--? OW!!!" 

"Stevie!" Rose cried, bending over him. "What is it? What's the matter?" 

"OW, OW, OW!! ! " Stevie screamed. "I GOT MY-MY DING C-CAUGHT IN MY--! OW, 
OH, SHIT, OW--!" 

He got it caught in his zipper is what happened. In a pinch, so to speak, 
little Stevie could swear with the best of them. 

"Oh, you poor thing!" Rose jumped onto the bed and scrambled around where 
she could get at the trouble. "Hold still now, let me try ... Stevie, move 
your hands and let me...." She finally managed to get hold of the zipper tab 
and gave it a swift downward jerk. 

"YOOWWWWWWWH" 

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey! But we had to get-" 

Just then somebody started pounding on the bedroom door, which Rose had 
locked. 

"Hey! What's goin' on in there?" It was Patty. 

"It's all right," Rose called. "Stevie just-uh-had a splinter." 

"Holy shit," Patty mumbled. "Sounded like he was gettin' raped." 

Not yet, Rose thought, and she said automatically, "I heard that, Patty. 
That's enough of that kind of language." 

The girl muttered something under her breath, probably "Fuck you," and then 
Rose heard her going back up the stairs. There was something about Patty ... 
something I heard somewhere, or. ... But it was only a fleeting thought, and 
now she turned to Stevie again. He was still curled up with his hands 
between his legs and his little face all twisted up with pain. 

"There now," she said, prying his hands from his crotch and rolling him over 
on his back. "Let Mama look at it." 

Needless to say, Stevie's prick had gone dead soft. It looked like a very 
small, very limp tamale and there was a little blood blister underneath it, 
just below the head, where the zipper had pinched it. 

"Aw, poor baby," Rose said in a soothing, motherly voice. She was on her 
knees and elbows on the bed, straddling Stevie's left leg and holding his 
little cock gently with both hands as if it were a baby bird that had just 
fallen from its nest. She had a nest all warmed up for it, too ... but she 
had to go slow like Maggie said. "Let Mama kiss it and make it well." 

Stevie lifted his head and blinked his eyes. Mama's kissin' my ding, he 
thought. He dropped his head, rubbed his eyes with his fists and looked 
again. It was true! Unless I'm havin' a dream, he thought. v 

The horror of the situation came back to him. His mother had walked in on 
him while he was looking at dirty pictures and jacking off! But ... then why 
wasn't she giving him a beating? 

Maybe 'cause I hurt my ding. But at least she oughta be chewin' me out, 
instead of kissin' my ... my gosh, now she's lickin' it! 

There was one good thing about getting his prick caught, though-the pain had 
taken away his panic. He was able to think halfway clearly now, and after a 
moment's reflection he remembered that right from the first his mother 
hadn't sounded mad. He remembered that she'd come over to the bed-just 
before the accident-and picked up one of the dirty magazines, just like it 
was a copy of Life or something. She should have been storming around in a 
rage, ripping the pages out and stuff like that. But she hadn't done that. 
And now she was actually. ... Oh my gosh! 

His prick was getting hard! 

I gotta get outa here! I gotta.... 

Then, for the first time, he noticed how his mother was dressed. She was 
wearing a thin white peasant blouse and a full skirt with yellow and pink 
flowers on it-the shortest skirt he'd ever seen his mother wear. The blouse 
had puffy sleeves and a wide loose neckline with ruffles on it. The neckline 
was sagging open and Stevie saw a tit hanging down inside the blouse. A 
whole tit, nipple and all. He blinked his eyes. The tit was still there, 
swinging to and' fro with the movements of her head. Mama wasn't wearing a 
bra! What the heck was going on here? Mama always wore a... 

Rose stopped herself just as her lips slid uncontrollably over the head of 
Stevie's prick-which was now as stiff as it had been when she first came 
in-and looked up at him with a strange smile. Her lips were wet and a little 
bit of spit had dribbled down her chin. Now Stevie could see both tits! One 
side of the loose neckline had fallen off her shoulder and the whole thing 
was gaping wide open. 

"Does it feel better now?" she asked. 

Stevie swallowed. "Some," he said. 

"Gosh, you should be more careful. Here, we'd better get these off of you so 
I can fix that zipper." Before Stevie could think of anything to say, she 
had unbuckled his belt and was tugging the jeans off his hips. He didn't 
have any underpants on. "We wouldn't want you to have to go around with 
Band-Aids on your prick all the time, would we?" 

Prick? Stevie thought as Rose stripped the jeans from his ankles. That's 
funny. She always called it a ding before. Something weird was going on 
here, that was for sure. 

Rose sat back on her left foot, lifting her right knee, and pretended to 
examine the zipper. The front of her full short skirt stretched in a slack 
curve from thigh to thigh, exposing her crotch from cunt-hump to ass-crack. 
Holy cow! 

Mama wasn't wearing any pants either. 

If he'd had the time Stevie could have counted the hairs. The whole thing 
was right there before his eyes-the dark brown bush with its sprinkling of 
gray curls, the long set-lipped mouth, parted slightly at the bottom to 
display the ripply edges of its inner lips and the fleshy hole beyond them, 
the hairy cunt-cheeks (but they weren't nearly as hairy as Aunt Maggie's), 
the rounded buttocks with a few dark curly sprigs sticking out of the crack 
between them, just below the lower end of her cunt-the whole nasty thing. 

"Hm," Rose said, frowning at the zipper and tossing her long hair over her 
shoulder: (That was another thing: she usually wore her hair in a knot at 
the back of her head. She was wearing lipstick, too-a pale Day-Glo 
orange-and she had perfume on. All these little details were slowly coming 
together in Stevie's mind like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.) "It seems to 
be working all right now." 

She tossed the jeans aside-out of Stevie's reach-and looked at his 
upstanding little prick, its ) head showing at the opening of his foreskin 
like a shiny red eye, his small bird's egg balls drawn up tightly under its 
smooth hairless root. Then she looked him in the face, smiled, lowered her 
eyes to his crotch again and said, "That seems to be, too." 

"Uh ... what?" 

"Your prick." 

"Oh ... seems to be what, too?" "Working all right now." Stevie swallowed. 
"Oh." 

Rose giggled, and the last piece of the puzzle snapped into place. 

In a flash Stevie remembered how Aunt Maggie had made him promise to be nice 
to Mama tonight. And then later she'd said, "Maybe you don't know her as 
well as you think you do, smart-ass." And now here she was, sitting there 
with her cunt hanging out, surrounded by brightly colored dirty magazines, 
gazing at his hard-on and giggling. Could it be that. . . ? 

Stevie decided to test his theory. 

"But-uh-it still hurts a little," he said. "Maybe you oughta"-he 
swallowed-"kiss it again?" 

Rose didn't say anything for a minute, and when she spoke it was in a tense 
whisper that Stevie could hardly hear: "Why ... why sure, honey!" 

She lowered the raised knee and leaned forward, exposing her tits again. The 
nipples looked bigger now. Her mouth was already open. His prick twitched as 
she took it in her hot trembling hands, turning her head sideways and 
touching her wet parted lips to its underside, her tongue to the little 
blood blister.... 

She hesitated. Was she going too fast? Had she drunk too much wine? This 
wasn't the way Maggie had planned it. I was supposed to just look at the 
magazines with him for a while and then.... 

But Rose's mouth wasn't paying any attention to those cautious thoughts. 
Already her lips were sliding up along the hard slim little shank, and now 
they slipped over the bullet-nosed head, engulfing it, compressed tightly 
around it and, pushing down, skinning his foreskin back, and her tongue 
began tickling the tiny mouth, tasting the sweet oily fluid that came 
seeping out, and then her fingers were tracing the delicate contours of his 
balls, caressing them, moving down under the scrotum, exploring the tight 
smooth crack of his ass, feeling for the hole.... 

My gosh! She's really ... she really is! Gosh, it feels so ... so ... Then a 
frightening thought came to little Stevie: What if she keeps doin' that and 
I squirt in her mouth?! But the thought excited him as much as it scared him 
and he couldn't bring himself to push his mother away. It felt so good. 

Rose was sucking him now with full mouth-strokes, from root to head, up and 
down, up and down, making little grunting noises in her throat, her hot 
saliva dribbling down around his balls, wetting the hand that was 'caressing 
his puckering ass-hole, her tits flopping to and fro with the bobbing 
motions of her head, her cunt juice running down her thighs, and she was 
thinking: 

Oh, give it to me, Stevie! Give me your cum! Your sweet, sweet cum! Shoot it 
in Mama's mouth! Please, please! I want it! I need it! I--! 

Then she felt Stevie tense up. 

Oh, yes, yes! 

She sucked faster than ever with guttural noises like "Owm! Owm! Owm!" in 
her throat, and Stevie said: 

"Mama, I-I--! You better s-stop, I--! I'm gonna--! " 

"Owm! Owm! Owm!" "I'm gonna--! " 

Rose pushed her forefinger into Stevie's ass-hole, all the way to the second 
joint. His eyes squinted shut and his mouth opened wide. 

SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 

Rose damn near swooned in ecstasy as the thick little blobs of cum came 
squirting into her mouth. "Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!" And she kept on sucking- 

SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! -until the last spurt-Spurt! - and Stevie's body had 
stopped lurching, and she didn't take her mouth off his adorable little cock 
until she'd swallowed every delicious cum-drop. 

Outside the window Maggie took a paper hanky from her purse, wiped her cunt 
with it, pulled up her panties and gave her sister a hearty round of silent 
applause. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

After the orgasm, during the five minutes or so they lay there on the bed, 
curled up with their faces hidden from each other, Stevie and his mama died 
a thousand deaths from acute embarrassment. 

Finally Rose took a deep breath, rolled over on her back and said, "Does it 
still hurt?" 

Stevie peeked at her over his arm. "No," he said. "It ... it feels fine 
now." 

There was a moment of silence ... and then they both went into a giggling 
fit which ended with a passionate embrace and several sloppy kisses. 

The air was cleared, the ice was broken, etc. Stevie had accepted the fact 
that you could do things like this with your own mother, and Rose was now 
confident of ultimately attaining her goal. 

She didn't intend to postpone that ultimate moment any longer than 
necessary, either. 

"Wow," she said, flipping through a magazine called Hair and Hide. "These 
magazines are really something, aren't they?" 

Stevie nodded enthusiastically and said, "Aunt Maggie gave 'em to me." 

"Really? She should be ashamed of herself. Why don't we go up to my bedroom 
and look at them?" 

"Okay," Stevie said. 

Stevie put on his jeans, he and Rose gathered up the magazines, and they 
crept from the guest room like a couple of thieves. 

Meanwhile, Roy Rollins was keeping his date with Patty. Roy and his little 
brother, Teddy, who was a member of the boys' choir which Rose directed, 
lived across the street, a few houses down. Their father was a widower, a 
rather dull sort who always went to bed early and insisted that his sons do 
the same, so that Roy had no trouble slipping out at night. He could stay 
out as late as he liked, as long as he was back in his room by dawn when the 
old man got up. 

Roy had been making it with Patty for about a month now and they were 
getting tired of fucking on the ground in the mango orchard. Patty had a 
better idea. Instead of her climbing down, why didn't he climb up? Then they 
could do it in a real bed. She had her own room, who would know? It sounded 
great to Roy. 

In his eagerness to try out the new plan, he was a little early tonight. He 
was just about to pull himself up onto the balcony from the trellis when 
Maggie stepped on his hand. 

"Aa-aa-aa-aa--! " Roy cried. 

"What the fuck--? " Maggie Whispered. 

"What was that?" Rose said, looking up from the centerfold of Hot and Hairy 
and letting go of Stevie's prick. 

"What was what?" Stevie said. 

"Sh! Turn off the light." 

Stevie turned off the blue-shaded bedside lamp and Rose went to the window 
that opened on the balcony. Luckily, a cloud was passing in front of the 
moon at the time and she didn't see anything out there except the potted 
shrubs along the wrought iron railing. She shrugged and returned to the bed. 

"I thought I heard something," she said, switching the lamp on again. "Now 
... where were we?" 

Sounds like Patty and Roy are at it again, Stevie thought, snuggling up to 
his mother and spreading the magazine out across their laps. 

Actually, Patty was in the bathroom, taking a shower. Roy wasn't supposed to 
show up for another half-hour. 

"Whew!" Maggie whispered. "That was a close one." She was crouched behind a 
shrub, holding onto the railing with one hand and Roy's wrist with the other 
to keep him from escaping. She realized immediately who he was and a plan to 
put him to good use had snapped into her mind. "Come on up here," she said. 
"Let's have a look at that hand." 

Roy climbed reluctantly over the railing just as the moon came out from 
behind the cloud. The milky rays fell directly on the huge deeply creased 
tits bulging out the top of Maggie's dress. Who the hell is she?! he 
wondered. Whoever she was, she had caught him cold. 

"Sorry," she whispered, taking the injured hand in hers. "Oughta watch where 
I'm steppin', shouldn't I? Any bones broken?" 

"Uh ... " Roy carefully opened and closed his hand. "No, I don't think so." 
He glanced nervously at Patty's window. The light was on but he didn't see 
her in there. 

"That's good," Maggie said, taking his good hand and shaking it. "I'm Maggie 
MacDonald, your chick's aunt." 

Roy gulped and glanced down at the ground. It was too far to jump. "Oh," he 
said. "Uh-glad to meet'cha. Well, I guess I better be goin'-" 

"Goin'? " Maggie said, holding onto his hand. "Shit, ya just got here. 
You're Roy Rollins, right?-the kid that's been ballin' my niece down there 
in the orchard?" 

Holy shit! Roy thought. How'd she know that? He said, "Uh...." 

"Relax, kid," Maggie chuckled softly, slapping him on the shoulder. "I'm on 
your side. What are ya gonna do, fuck her in bed tonight?" 

"Uh-no, I-uh-I was just comin' up here to-uh-tell Patty somethin'. " 

"Oh, come offa that shit. Hell, I don't blame ya. I wouldn't want to get 
rotten mangos all over my ass, either. Hey, come on over here a minute. I 
wanta show ya somethin'. " She pulled him toward 

Rose's bedroom window but he resisted. "Now what's the matter?" 

"Well ... " Evidently this old girl was okay and wasn't going to rat on him. 
But now something else was bothering him. Roy was eighteen, he'd been around 
a little, and already he suspected that Maggie was trying to put the make on 
him. That was cool, but what about Patty? Man, would she be pissed if she 
caught him balling her aunt! "Patty's-uh-waiting for me, and-uh-" 

"Patty's takin' a shower," Maggie said. "I saw her just steppin' in the tub 
when I came by the bathroom window a minute ago. She won't be out for a 
while. Come on, come on! Ya gotta see this." 

"Well ... okay, then." He let Maggie drag him along the balcony toward the 
lighted window near the front of the house. "What is it--? " 

"Shh!" 

Maggie, of course, had never intended to "take in a movie," not when she 
could have a ringside seat to the evening of live entertainment she'd set up 
right here at home. She wouldn't have missed this action for anything. So 
she'd walked a few blocks, doubled back, sneaked around to the guest room 
window and fingered herself while watching 

Rose suck Stevie off. 

That was a stroke of luck, the kid getting his prick caught in his zipper 
like that. When she heard Rose invite Stevie upstairs, she waited a few 
minutes, then slipped into the house through the back door, crept up the 
stairs, made sure Rose's door was shut, and went out through the balcony 
door at the end of the hallway. 

During this time Rose had sent Stevie to his room to get ready for bed while 
she "changed into something more comfortable." The short skirt and peasant 
blouse, sans underwear, had served their purpose very well, but now that the 
big moment was approaching she wanted to go the whole route. 

When she opened the door for Stevie, the boy just stood there for a minute, 
gawking. Mama was wearing a long slinky orchid negligee that Stevie thought 
she must have borrowed from Aunt Maggie because you could see through it. 
That was silly of course: anything that belonged to Maggie would hang on 
Rose like a tent, which this negligee certainly didn't. Actually, it had 
been packed away for twenty-one years, ever since Rose's wedding night when 
Charlie had ordered her to burn the vile thing and never to let him catch 
her wearing "the Devil's catchnets" again. 

It had long loose sleeves and lacy ruffles on the plunging neckline and hem, 
which was slit up to the thigh on one side. Her pendulous but nicely rounded 
tits were perfectly visible through the bodice, their brown nipples standing 
out like headlights, and you could almost make out the individual hairs in 
the darkly vivid triangle of her bush. 

"Gosh, Mama," Stevie had said. "That's pretty." "What?" 

"That-uh-nightgown." "Oh." 

Then she'd pulled him into the room and locked the door. They got into bed 
and were less than a quarter of the way through Hot and Hairy when Rose 
said, "It's so hot in here. Why don't you take off those pajamas?" 

So Stevie had taken them off and they had just reached the centerfold when 
Maggie stepped on Roy's hand. Now they took up where they left off. 

The centerfold was a color photo of a young boy and girl eating each other. 
They were on a bed in front of a large window. The window was open and 
outside you could see a city street with people walking by. A couple of the 
people seemed to be looking in the window. The girl was on her hands and 
knees over the boy and the camera angle was from behind her and to one side, 
catching her spread-cheeked ass at quarter-profile so that you could see the 
boy's tongue in her fuzzy twat. His nose was almost in her ass-hole. 

Between her left tit and her left arm you could see her lips pursed in a 
tight O around the boy's prick, just below the head. 

Rose whistled softly. She felt Stevie's little dick stir in her hand as she 
gave it a gentle squeeze under the magazine. "I don't see how they get away 
with that," she said. "Right in front of a window like that." 

Stevie didn't see how they got away with it either, but he was glad they 
had. 

His mother's hand felt warm and soft on his prick, her little finger 
stroking his balls. She had her arm around him and her orchid-veiled tit was 
pressed against his shoulder. 

'That's what we did downstairs, isn't it?" he said. 

Rose giggled. "Well, I don't remember this part," she said, pointing at the 
girl's crotch. 

"No, I mean this part." He pointed at the boy's mouth-held cock. 

Rose said, "Uh huh. Did you enjoy it?" 

"Gosh, yeah! It felt ... neat." 

"So does this," Rose said, running her finger down along the crack of the 
girl's ass to where the boy's tongue entered her pussy. "Have you ever done 
that?" 

"Gosh, no!" 

Rose almost said, Wanta try it now? but checked herself, and they continued 
to turn the pages, presently coming to the section Stevie had looked at 
before-the one which showed some naked ladies sucking some little boys' 
pricks. 

'There," he said. "That's what we did." 

"Mm hm." Rose moved her thumb around the tip of Stevie's cockhead. It was 
all slick and wet. He had a full hard-on now. She felt it throbbing in her 
hand. One of the pictures showed a buxom blonde woman sitting on the floor 
blowing a little boy who was standing in front of her, while another boy, 
sitting beside her, sucked one of her big breasts. Rose hesitated, then 
said, "You didn't do that, though." 

"Do what?" Stevie asked. 

"Suck my br-" She let go of his prick, reached for the bottle of strawberry 
wine on the bedside table, took a slug and put the bottle back. "Suck my 
tits," she said. 

"Oh." 

"Want to?" 

Stevie looked at her. "You mean now?" "If you want to." "Uh ... okay." 

Rose giggled again as she took her arm from around Stevie's neck and pulled 
the negligee down off her shoulders, baring the tit nearest to him. "You 
haven't done this since you were a little baby." 

Stevie slid down until his face was on a level with the naked tit. The 
nipple was all puffed out and the knob looked like a tiny thumb without a 
nail. He took the tit in both hands, like the boy in the picture, and 
started sucking on the knob. 

Gosh! 

He felt it getting stiffer and harder every time he sucked. Just like a big 
fat ding. 

"Oh, Stevie!" Rose whispered, gripping his dick firmly and jacking it with 
twitching movements of her wrist. 

"Holy shit!" Roy breathed. 

Maggie turned to him, putting her finger to her lips. Then she found the 
bulge in the crotch of his jeans with her hand and whispered in his ear: 
"Wanta unzip me, sugar?" 

Roy nodded excitedly and got around behind her, fumbling for the zipper tab 
at the nape of her neck and then yanked it down. Then he remembered Patty. 

As she was pulling the dress off over her head, Maggie felt the kid tapping 
her on the shoulder. She looked back at him and saw him pointing toward 
Patty's window and making a humping motion with his hips. She put her mouth 
to his ear again, unzipping his fly with one swift motion and reaching 
inside for his cock. "What the fuck?" she whispered. "You got all night with 
her, for Christ's sake. What d'ya think, I'm gonna squeeze it off or 
somethin'? " 

Roy grinned, shrugged, and they turned back to the window. 

Both of Rose's tits were hanging out of her negligee now, and the nipples 
were all shiny with Stevie's spit. His cheek was resting on the upper part 
of his mama's bosom and his little legs were spread wide. 

His prick was pointed straight at the ceiling, the glistening red head half 
exposed in the opening of his foreskin, but Rose wasn't jacking it now. She 
was just fondling his balls with trembling fingers, exploring the crack of 
his ass. She didn't want to risk his cumming in her hand. 

Maggie bent over, bracing herself on the window sill, spread her red 
net-sheathed legs and wiggled her big ass against the front of Roy's pants, 
feeling his hard cock nuzzling under her damp crotch. He pulled her panties 
down below the tops of her stockings and guided his cock into her shaggy 
beard. Rose's bed was just a few yards from the window and he had a perfect 
view of it over Maggie's shoulder. 

Rose had her feet tucked under her knees, Indian style, and the long skirt 
of her negligee was gathered up in her lap, its bodice hanging down around 
her elbows. Her bare tits heaved with her breathing. F.U.C.K. was spread out 
on the bed in front of her and she was turning the pages with her free hand. 

For a while they looked at the pictures in silence. Every now and then 
Stevie would pinch one of his mother's nipples or jiggle one of her tits up 
and down. Then he pulled the bunched-up skirt of her gown up a little higher 
and looked down at her hairy cunt. 

She stopped turning pages for a minute, pulled her arm the rest of the way 
out of the drooping sleeve, laid her hand on Stevie's and pushed it down 
into her gaping crotch. 

The dark crisp curls tickled his palm. They were wet and gooey down where 
her slit started. He stuck his middle finger into the slit the way Aunt 
Maggie had shown him and found Mama's clit without any trouble at all. It 
was hard and blunt-not sharpedged like Aunt Maggie's-and it seemed to twitch 
when he rubbed it. 

The hot raw folds of her inner cunt lips squishing around his finger-Cunts 
were weird. 

Roy unhooked Maggie's bra and caught her huge jugs in his hands as they 
tumbled out. Her big ass-cheeks were shuddering in the moonlight like great 
globes of jelly as he pounded them with pelvic uppercuts. His dick was going 
slosh, slosh, slosh! in her fat cream-fdled hole. 

Rose stopped at a picture of a man and a woman fucking on a tiger skin rug 
in front of a fireplace. 

The woman was sprawled out spread-eagle with her ass propped up on a couple 
of fat cushions, and the man was on his knees between her legs. His slimy 
cock, gleaming in the firelight, was stuck halfway into her cunt and you 
could see white froth in the hairs of her bush. 

"Look at that one," Rose panted. 

"Yeah," said Stevie, letting his finger slip off her clit and down the juicy 
groove until it slipped into her flooding hole with a little shloop! and he 
thought: That must be where you stick your ding. 

Rose couldn't stand it any longer. She took a short deep breath and said, 
"Shall we ... try it?" 

"Try what?" 

"That." She nodded at the picture. 

"Oh," Stevie said. He looked at the picture, then at Mama's cunt. Then he 
looked at his prick. My gosh! "You ... you want to?" 

Rose nodded, smiling down into Stevie's big blue eyes. She wrapped her hand 
around his cock again and squeezed his finger with her cunt. 

He swallowed. "Okay then." 

Hurry! Rose thought-before he gets frightened and--! No, no. Go slow, slow. 
Take it easy, Rose. You've got it made now. This is it. Easy does it. 

She slipped her other arm out of its sleeve and skinned the negligee off her 
hips to her knees. Then she straightened out her legs and said, "Wanta pull 
it off for me?" 

"Okay." Stevie crawled down to the foot of the bed, slipped the filmy 
garment from her ankles and found himself looking right up her cunt. 

Holy cow.... 

Rose bent her knees and pushed her ass up off the bed, her protruding 
cunt-hump rising high into the soft light of the blue-shaded lamp. 

"Put the pillows under me," she said, trying to control the urgency in her 
voice. 

Stevie tore his gaze from that dazzling view, got the pillows from the head 
of the bed and stacked them under Mama's behind, like in the picture. 

"There," he said. 

"Good." Rose lowered her ass to the pillows. Her tits sagged upward toward 
her collar-bones, making them look firmer, rounder. Her hairy cunt stuck up 
like a hill. 

Neither of them moved or said anything for a minute. Stevie just stood there 
on his knees between her open legs, staring, his rock-hard prick twitching 
like a divining rod. 

Then, in an almost breathless voice, Rose said, "Come on, I'll ... I'll show 
you how." 

Stevie felt a sudden spurt of panic--! Then it passed and he said, "Okay," 
and moved up between her thighs. 

Rose took his prick in her hands and rubbed its little head up and down her 
slimy slot. 

"Oh ... Stevie..." she said, gasping audibly. 

Maggie reached back, pulled Roy's cock out of her sudsy cunt and started it 
in her ass-hole. "Push!" she whispered, spreading her broad buttocks with 
her hands, eyes glued to her sister's crotch. 

Just as Stevie's little dick slid into his mother's fuck-hole, Roy's much 
larger cock drove home." "Uhn!" he said. "Shh!" Maggie cautioned. 

It was about that time that Patty came into her bedroom with a towel wrapped 
around her naked body. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"-Oh-Stevie--! " "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh--! " Slop-slosh, slop-slosh, 
slop-slosh--! "Oh, fuck me, Stevie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!-" 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh--! " 

Once he's gotten his little boy cock in, little Stevie hadn't needed any 
further instruction. His ass lurched automatically into high gear and he 
couldn't have stopped it if he'd wanted to, which he didn't. 

Slop-slosh, slop-slosh, slop-slosh--! 

His mother's cunt foamed and sputtered like a washing machine somebody had 
put too much soap in. Her swollen tits plunged wildly up and down, her eyes 
looked glazed and her mouth was open, drool running from its twitching 
corners. Inside she was all hot and squishy like a large olive oyster 
without a shell. 

Stevie's little butt was going like a trip hammer: wham, wham, wham, wham, 
wham--! 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh--! " he said, flailing away. 

"Oh, ah, shit, uhn, ah, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck--! " 

Needless to say, neither Stevie nor Rose had heard the grunt Roy made when 
he shoved his huge cock into Maggie's feverish ass-hole. Even if he'd driven 
Maggie headlong through the window, it's doubtful that the mother and son 
would have noticed it. They were in another world. 

Patty heard it, though. She went to the window and peered out. 

"Roy?" she called softly. There was no answer. 

Patty shrugged, removed her towel and stretched out naked on her bed, where 
Roy could see her when he climbed over the balcony railing. 

Roy liked Maggie's ass-hole better than her cunt. Talk about tight! 

It gripped his cock like a soft boneless hand With about a dozen fingers, 
and-SQUIRT! went his cum without warning: SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 

SQUIRT! 

Maggie held onto the windowsill for dear life, her cunt spasming, its hot 
cum cream pouring down her thighs as she watched Stevie's face get all 
twisted up, saw him go rigid and heard his shrill cry: 

"Mama--! I-I--! I'm gonna--! " little Stevie said. 

"Give it to me!" Rose hissed, her cunt exploding like a bomb, flooding both 
their crotches with boiling oil. 

"Give it to me, Stevie! Give me your cum! Shoot it in me! Shoot it--! Ah! 
Ah! Ah!-" 

SPURT, SPURT, SPURT! went Stevie's prick. He thought he was going to spurt 
himself inside-out. SPURT, SPURT, SPURT--! 

Patty glanced at the clock on her dresser. Where the fuck is he, anyway? He 
shoulda been here by now. She got up and went to the window again... 

She didn't see anything but she heard a faint slop-slop-slop sound. What the 
hell. . . ? She unhooked the window screen, swung it open and stuck her head 
out. 

She looked to the right: nothing there. Then to the left: nothing.... 

Holy shit! 

Roy was pumping the last few drops of his load into Maggie's clutching 
rectum when a loud SLAM! brought him back to reality. 

That was the sound Patty's window screen made when she closed it. 

Oh, was she pissed. 

Oh my God! Roy thought, fearing the truth. II 

Patty--! 

"Let's get outa here!" Maggie hissed, scooping up her dress with one hand, 
jerking her pants up with the other and tearing her filled-up ass-hole off 
Roy's shitty prick with a noisy schloop! 

Even in the ecstasy of her orgasm, Rose had heard the violent slam and had 
glanced up toward the window-straight at Maggie's leering face. That's why 
Maggie was in a hurry. 

Roy didn't need any coaxing. He dropped into a crouch and ran for Patty's 
window, stuffing his slimy cock into his pants as he ran. He and Maggie got 
to the window at the same time. 

"Hey, Patty!" he whispered, trying to catch his breath and shoving Maggie 
away so Patty couldn't see her. "Patty, I'm-" 

"Hey, quit shovin', mother-fucker!" Maggie growled. 

"Sh!" Roy cleared his throat. "I'm here, Patty. Lemme in!" 

"Fuck you," Patty said. She had turned off her light and was sitting on her 
bed, steaming with anger. 

Holy shit! Roy thought. She did see it! "But, Patty " Maggie swung an elbow 
"Oof!" knocking him out of the way. 

"Hey, Patty!" she whispered. "It's your Aunt Maggie! Let us in!" 

"Fuck you, too," Patty said. 

"Goddamn it, girl, we're gonna get ! " But there was no time to plead with 
the little bitch. 

II I go back in the balcony door. Rose 'll catch me for sure, and I'll smash 
my ass going down that fucking trellis, Maggie thought. 

"Listen, you want me to tell your mama about you and Roy?" she said. 

Patty hesitated, then said, "I don't give a shit." 

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Patty!" Maggie said, shooting a glance at Rose's 
window. "Open the fucking window, willya?" 

"Oh, all right!" Patty unhooked the screen and Aunt Maggie came tumbling in. 
Roy was right behind her. 

Maggie flopped down on the bed, blowing like a whale. "Whew!" 

Patty flipped the light on and stood there with her hands on her hips, 
glaring at Roy. Her naked body seemed to glow with anger from head to toe. 

She's gonna look more like me than Rose when she grows up, Maggie thought, 
taking in the sixteen-year-old girl's figure at a glance-the voluptuous 
legs, flaring hips, gently curved belly and full round tits. She had long 
brown hair, small pink nipples and a full-grown fluffy "brown bush on the 
mound of her plump little pussy. 

"Now look, Patty," Roy began, "there's no reason to be pissed-" 

"No reason to be pissed?! " Patty snarled. "How do you think this makes me 
feel? I mean, if you'd stick your dick in that"-she jabbed a finger at 
Maggie as though Maggie were a sack of shit somebody had dumped on her 
bed-"you'd stick it in anything! So where does that leave me?" 

"But-" 

"Hey, that's a hell of a thing to say," Maggie said, "after I-" 

"You shut up!" Patty barked, stomping her foot so hard her tits bounced up 
and down. "Y'know, you got a lotta balls, Aunt Maggie, comin' here without 
an invitation or anything and ballin' my boy-friend the minute I turn my 
back! Maybe that's the way they do things in New York, but it's not the way 
we do it here! If you ask me, you're nothin' but an old whore!" 

Maggie shrugged. "I'm not all that old," she said. 

"I guess you think you're the last o' the red hot ... " Patty paused. "After 
you what?" 

"Huh?" 

"You said, 'After I,' " Patty demanded. "After you what?" 

"Oh, that," Maggie said. "I was gonna say, after I kept my mouth shut about 
you and Roy makin' it down in the orchard every night." 

Patty turned on Roy. "You told her that?! " 

"Hell, no!" Roy said. "She knew it already." 

"She--! Stevie! That little shit must have-" 

"Stevie's ass," Maggie said. "I happened to be takin' a Walk in the orchard 
last night, that's all. I may be old-in your opinion-but I ain't blind yet, 
for Christ's sake." 

"Oh," Patty said. "Well, why didn't you tell Mama, then?" 

"Why should I? It's none o' my business and I didn't figure it was any o' 
your mama's, either. I was your age once myself, y'know." 

Patty didn't say anything. She was thinking how much trouble Aunt Maggie 
could have caused her if she'd wanted to. 

" 'Course, that was back in the stone age," Maggie added. 

Patty lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry I said you were old." She seemed to relax 
a little, taking her hands off her hips and folding her arms under her tits. 

Maggie chuckled. "Forget it," she said. "Shit, I don't wanta take your stud 
away from ya, kid. And anyway, I practically had to rape him, he was so 
goddamn anxious to hop in here with you." 

Patty gave Roy a suspicious look. He shrugged and made a What could I do? 
face. She looked back at Aunt Maggie. 

"So why don't you two kiss and make up?" Maggie went on. "Then we'll see 
what we can do about this fucked-up situation." 

Patty looked at Roy again, still frowning. 

"Well. . . " she said. 

"Aw, come on, baby," Roy said, and he went up to her and put his arms around 
her. 

She turned her face up to his for a kiss-then pushed him away. 

"Oooo!" she cried, grabbing the towel and rubbing her bush with it. "You're 
all slimy!" 

"Huh?" Roy looked down at his crotch. The front of his jeans was soaked with 
cunt syrup. "Oh." 

"Sorry," Maggie said, putting her tongue in her cheek. 

"Can I borrow the towel, Patty?" 

"Here." She tossed it to him and he started scrubbing his crotch. 

Maggie sighed and rolled her eyes. "Makin' a big deal out of a little juice, 
ain't ya? I imagine you'll be gettin' slimier than that before the night's 
over." 

Patty and Roy looked at each other and giggled. Then Patty turned to Maggie 
and said, "What fucked-up situation?" 

"I mean all this sneakin' around," Maggie said, pulling her panties off. 
"Gimme that towel a minute, willya?" Roy handed her the towel, blinking at 
her bright orange bush, and she began mopping her thighs and crotch, 
muttering, "Shit, I left my fucking bra out there." 

Patty and Roy stood there watching her until she finished. Then she tossed 
the towel to Patty-who dropped it as though it were a toad-picked up her 
panties and said, "I mean, wouldn't it be better if Roy could just come in 
the front door and the two of ya could come upstairs to bed like the good 
Lord intended ya to, instead o' going through all this cat burglar shit?" 

The boy and girl looked at each other. Who ever heard of such a thing? 

Maggie held her filmy panties up in front of her and shook them. 

"Better rinse these things out," she said. "Why don't ya take those pants 
off, honey? I'll do 'em at the same time." 

"Huh?" said Roy. "Oh! ... Okay." He stepped out of his jeans-his somewhat 
cleaned prick springing out, already hard again-and handed them to Maggie. 

"See there, Patty?" she said, nodding at Roy's prick. "I didn't hurt it a 
damn bit." 

Patty looked at it, wet her lips and grinned. "No, I guess you didn't," she 
said. 

Maggie cackled, went to the door and peeked into the hallway. All clear. "Be 
right back," she whispered and tiptoed across to the bathroom. 

Actually, there hadn't been any need for all that hassle outside Patty's 
window. It's true that Rose had looked at Maggie's face, but that's not to 
say she saw it. By the time she got her fuck-glazed eyes focused Maggie had 
ducked out of sight, and by now she had forgotten all about hearing the 
slammed window screen. She and Stevie had better things to do than analyzing 
night sounds. 

"Gosh," Stevie said when he was able to speak again. "That was ... " 

"Yeah," Rose sighed. "It sure was!" 

The lurching of the bed had thrown Hot and Hairy open to the picture of the 
boy and girl eating each other. Rose eyed it, thinking ... . 

Stevie sat up and looked at the gooey mess between his legs. Mama's crotch 
was a mess, too. "I better go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper," he 
said. 

"Fuck that," Rose said, pulling him back down beside her and rising to her 
hands and knees. "We don't need any toilet paper. I'd rather do it this 
way." And she started licking the cunt slop from his limp little dick, 
working her tongue down around his dripping balls. 

"Gosh," Stevie said. "Doesn't that taste ... funny?" 

Rose tried to say, "No," without taking his prick out of her mouth, giggling 
and blowing bubbles in the juice. 

She was gradually moving her ass closer to his face.... 

Maggie wrung out her pants and Roy's jeans, hung them over the shower 
curtain rod to dry and crept back to Patty's bedroom. 

"Now then Wha?! " She almost tripped over Roy's ass. 

It was on the floor in front of the door, going up and down between Patty's 
open thighs. Patty's mouth was open, too, her arms locked tightly around 
Roy's neck, and she was going, "Ah ah-ah ah--! " 

And Roy went, "Uhn!" 

"Ah!" 

"Uhn, uhn, uhn!" 

Maggie grinned and sat down on the bed. She could almost hear the SQUIRT, 
SQUIRT, SQUIRT, of Roy's cock. These kids didn't fuck around. 

Jesus, she thought with a chuckle, I couldn't have been gone more than two 
minutes. "Ah-ah-ah--! " "Uhn!" 

"Ahhhhh...." 

"You guys givin' up beds for Lent or somethin'? " Maggie asked. 

Roy looked up at her with a sheepish grin. "We-uh-sorta got carried away." 

"I'm hip," Maggie said. 

After they'd cleaned themselves up, Patty said, "Aunt Maggie, what's this 
about Roy comin' in the front door and all that shit? How's he supposed to 
get past Mama?" 

Maggie shrugged. "Just walk past her. He might say, 'How's it goin', Mrs. 
Sanders?' or 'See ya in the morning, Ma,' or somethin' like that, I guess." 

Patty laughed in her face. "Oh, sure! You're a nice lady, Aunt Maggie, but 
you don't know my Mama." 

"That's the same thing Stevie said to me this morning. I think he's changed 
his mind by now. Tell her what we saw out there, Roy." 

Roy told Patty what they saw. 

"Bullshit," Patty said. "You expect me to believe that?" 

"It's true," Maggie said. "So the next time she gives ya any shit, all ya 
gotta do is lay it on her, see? Somethin' like, 'But, Mama, if you can ball 
Stevie, how come I can't ball Roy?' Somethin' like that. It'll work, I tell 
ya." 

Patty thought about that for a minute. Then she said, "Yeah, it might ... if 
it was true. But it just can't be!" 

"Don't believe us, then," Maggie said, going to the window and unhooking the 
screen. "Come on and see for yourself." 

"Okay ... I will," Patty said, and the three of them crawled out onto the 
balcony.... 

Rose was still on her knees, bent over, with the backs of Stevie's thighs 
clamped in her armpits. His little legs were sticking up in the air and his 
ass was in his mother's face. She was fucking him in the ass-hole with her 
tongue. 

"Holy shit!" Patty whispered. 

You couldn't see Stevie's face from the window but you could tell it was him 
by the shock of blonde hair that stuck out between Rose's thighs, just below 
her ass, which was jerking and wiggling. 

The little boy had a cheek clutched tightly in each hand, and it was easy to 
see what he was doing because of the way his head was moving up and down. 
The noises he was making with his mouth were a dead giveaway, too: 

Slurp, slurp, slop slurp, slosh, slush! and all like that. 

Rose's head lolled from side to side as her tongue drilled deep into that 
tight little butt hole, and his bird's egg balls were bobbing against her 
jerking chin. Her fingers were dug into his baby-smooth ass-cheeks and you 
could hear her slobber running down between them. 

Patty rubbed her eyes and as soon as she took her hands away Stevie's legs 
went stiff. He made a gurgling noise into his mama's cunt and his prick went 
off like a pistol, squirting cum all over her tits. 

Squirt, squirt, squirt! 

With a hungry growl Rose jerked her tongue out of his ass-hole and clamped 
her mouth over his spurting dick. You could see her throat moving as she 
gulped it down.... 

The peepers went back to Patty's room and played threesies on the bed. 

Later, lying there in the dark between Maggie and Roy, Patty said, "Yeah, 
but I can't just go up to her and say, 'Hey, Mama, Roy's gonna sleep with me 
tonight because you and Stevie have been ... I mean, I wouldn't know what to 
say." 

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it," Maggie said, grinning slyly to herself. 
"You'll think o' somethin when the time comes." 

And it shouldn't be too long comin', either, she thought. 

Before going back down to her own room Maggie slipped into the bathroom and 
got he panties off the shower curtain rod. But she left Roy's jeans hanging 
there. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

One Friday evening, a month later, Rose and Maggie were entertaining some of 
the little boys from Rose's choir in the parlor after choir practice. There 
was John, Sam, Alex, and Roy's brother Teddy. Stevie was there, too, of 
course. All these kids were twelve years old except John, who was eleven. 
Rose had served some Hawaiian punch and now they were watching one of 
Maggie's home movies. 

On the screen three naked women who looked to be in their mid-forties were 
in bed with a little boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen. The little boy 
was naked, too, and he had a hard-on. One of the ladies was a blonde 
(bleached), another was a brunette (dyed) and the third was a redhead. The 
redhead was Maggie. 

The blonde was kissing one of the boy's legs and the brunette was kissing 
the other one. They were working up toward his crotch. Maggie-the one in the 
movie-was sitting spraddle-legged, facing the other two ladies, and the 
boy's head was propped up on her cunt. Every now and then Maggie would bend 
forward and swing her huge tits across the boy's face. It was a silent movie 
of course, but you could almost hear them slap-thudding against his cheeks. 

"Aunt Maggie did that to me that first time," Stevie said to his mother. "In 
the tub." 

Rose chuckled softly. "Yeah, I remember," she said. 

"She did it to me once, too," Alex said. "Didn't ya, Maggie?" 

"Mm," is all Maggie could say because she had Sam's prick in her mouth at 
the time. 

"She could knock ya down with them things if she wanted to," Alex added, and 
all the little boys giggled. 

You can tell from this glimpse of the parlor and those few lines of 
conversation that Rose's household had gone through a few changes since 
little Stevie lost his cherry that night. This part of it started three 
weeks ago when... 

But let's watch the movie for a minute. 

The blonde lady had now reached the boy's crotch. Her tongue slithered over 
his hairless little nuts, up the underside of his stiff prick and then her 
wet painted lips slipped over its head, pursing tightly around the collar. 

The other lady ran her tongue around the smooth plump root of the boy's dick 
for a minute, rolling his balls in her hand. Then she withdrew, lifted his 
leg and ducked under it, her tongue darting at the pale secret flesh 
underneath his scrotum, then working down into the tight crack of his cute 
little butt. 

She pulled one cheek aside with her fingers and the camera moved in a little 
closer so you could see his ass-hole for a second before it was hidden by 
the lady's head. 

Then Maggie-in-the-movie got up on her knees, straddling the boy's face, and 
started rubbing her shaggy orange cunt beard against his mouth. She leaned 
back against the pillows and gave the camera a dirty smile, pulling her fat 
cunt lips open with her fingertips to reveal the boy's tongue flickering 
over the sharp-edged crimson bud of her erect clitoris. 

"Who's that kid?" Teddy asked, fiddling with Maggie's hard nipple knob 
through the thin black film of her party pajamas. 

Maggie drew her lips off Sam's prick with a loud slurp and said, "That's 
Henry. That cunt on the right is his mama and the blonde is a rich bitch 
from D.C.-some senator's wife, one o' my best clients. The senator himself 
was upstairs with a couple o' my girls that night." She glanced at the 
screen and laughed. 

"Henry used to always plug his nose in my ass-hole like that when he ate 
me," she said. 

The picture got jerky as the camera moved again. When it settled down and 
focused in again, the view was straight down from a point directly over the 
senator's wife's head. The cameraman must have been standing on the bed. 
From that angle you could see Henry's mother's tongue squeezing in and out 
of her son's ass-hole while the rich bitch's head bobbed up and down over 
his prick. Sometimes Henry's balls were sandwiched snugly between the two 
ladies' cheeks. 

"Goddamn!" Sam gasped. Maggie was sucking his dick again-the Maggie in the 
parlor. "That kid's gettin' ... paid for that?" 

"Mmmmm, mm," Maggie replied, her flickering tongue flicking along the 
underside of Sam's throbbing dick as she speeded up her stroke. 

"Gosh!" John whispered. He's the one that was eleven and this was his first 
night at Stevie's mother's house. He'd heard about it from the others but 
he'd thought they were bullshitting him. 

Now here he was, sitting on Stevie's aunt's lap without any clothes on while 
she sucked Sam Johnson's peter and watching the dirtiest movie he'd ever 
seen in his life! They hadn't been bullshitting him after all. 

They certainly hadn't. As I started to say, this began three weeks 
ago-although the germ of it sprouted in Maggie's mind when she first heard 
about her sister's boy's choir. The Friday after she set Rose up with 
Stevie, Maggie had gone with her to choir practice at the church. 

Rose and the boys weren't the only ones using the church on Friday 
nights-Rev. Parker was conducting a Bible class and some old ladies were 
there, too, redecorating the nursery-so that you might think Maggie's 
appearance would have caused quite a stir. But the Maggie who accompanied 
her sister to the church that evening was not the real-life Maggie we've 
been observing in these pages. 

She wore no make-up, a dowdy gray suit with a straight-cut below-the-knee 
skirt, a pair of horn-rimmed old lady glasses on her nose and a ridiculous 
hat with little plastic flowers on it. She looked for all the world like 
your average every-day maiden aunt from up north, and to Rose's delight she 
was a big hit with the congregation, Rev. Parker included. 

While watching the choir boys she kept clasping her hands together and 
saying things like, "Oh, the little darlings!" and "Aren't they just 
precious?" and "I just love children. I never had any of my own, you know." 
So that nobody suspected any monkey business when after the singing was over 
she turned to Rose and said, "Rose, you simply must invite these nice boys 
over to your house some evening. I know they'll just love my home movies." 

"Home movies?" the Reverend had queried. 

"Yes," Maggie said proudly. "I have quite a collection, you know. It's my 
hobby. Let me see now ... I have the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State 
Building, the Staten Island ferry, the Metropolitan Museum...." 

She rattled off a whole list of New York tourist attractions and Rev. Parker 
finally broke in and said, "Why, I think that would be most educational for 
the boys, as well as entertaining." 

Right on cue, Rose spoke up: "Well then, if it's all right with their 
parents, why don't we plan a little party at my house after choir practice 
next Friday night?" 

"Excellent!" said the minister. 

Then Maggie had added the finishing touch: "Ah-Reverend, do you think it 
would be all right if I read a bit to them from the scriptures after the 
movies? I've been told I read quite well, and I do love the Good Book, 
especially the Gospels." 

That did it. Maggie had the old boy eating out of her hand. 

That first party had been a little slow getting started. During the week, 
following Maggie's instructions, Stevie had begun preparing his fellow choir 
boys for the event, hinting that Aunt Maggie's movies weren't really of the 
Empire State Building at all and that the "good books" she'd brought with 
her from the big city were a far cry from the one that had the Gospels in 
it. 

To prove his point he had shown them a few cutouts from Hot and Hairy. These 
hints had excited the boys' curiosity but hadn't even begun to prepare them 
for that first movie, nor for the real Maggie MacDonald, and certainly not 
for the new Mrs. Sanders. 

Maggie hadn't started with the films taken in her own house. If she had, the 
kids would probably have dived out the windows. She began with a milder 
reel, an old standard-the classic milkman-and-housewife stag movie-but even 
that had shocked the shit out of them. So the only real action that first 
night had been a demonstration of fucking performed by Maggie and little 
Stevie on the parlor floor. 

The following Friday night get-together, however, was everything Rose and 
Maggie had hoped for. Four twelve-year-olds lost their cherries and 
afterward the two exhausted women couldn't even remember how many orgasms 
they'd had. 

After that the little fellows started paying secret daytime visits to the 
Sanders household, individually or in pairs, whenever they got the chance. 
So they were fully prepared for this third orgy-all of them, that is, except 
John. 

John was a bit on the shy side and the wild stories the other boys had 
brought back from their first encounter with the prick-hungry sisters had 
thoroughly terrified him. He made up a legitimate-sounding excuse for not 
going to the second party, but his excuses for not going along on the 
daytime visits were so obviously trumped up that the older boys started 
calling him chicken. That, in John's opinion, was worse than being pawed 
over by those nasty old ladies. 

So here he was at last, sitting on Maggie's lap, stark naked, watching a 
movie even dirtier than the ones the others had described to him. If he 
hadn't been convinced that a lot of what those guys had been telling was 
just so much bullshit, he never would have agreed to come along, no matter 
what they called him. Now it was too late. 

You can hardly blame the poor kid for being so backward, though. Hell, he 
hadn't even started to jerk off yet. 

Maggie was on the sofa and Rose was sitting in a big overstuffed armchair to 
the right. Maggie's party pajamas were made of the sheerest see-through 
black film edged in lace. The Arabian harem-style bag trousers were so 
low-slung that, when she was standing up, a few tufts of orange cunt-hair 
and an inch of her ass-crack stuck out above the elastic hip band. The 
bolero was sleeveless and damn near frontless, fastened together only with a 
couple of little black strings tied in a bow between her tits. 

Rose was wearing that same orchid negligee and the boys of course weren't 
wearing anything. That was one of the rules: If you wanted to watch one of 
Maggie's movies you had to take your clothes off. 

Alex was sitting on Rose's left thigh and Stevie was on her right one. The 
long slinky skirt was bunched up in her lap and her left tit was hanging 
out. She was manipulating the boys' foreskins as they watched the movie-they 
both had full hard-ons-and they were playing with her tits and taking turns 
sticking their hands in her warm juicy cunt. 

Teddy, a skinny little kid with the biggest pecker in the crowd, was on 
Maggie's right, massaging her big tits and pinching the nipples while she 
stroked his balls and tickled his ass-hole. She had learned that you had to 
be careful about fucking around with Teddy's prick before you were ready for 
it to go off, because it had a hair trigger. 

Sam, who was standing up on the sofa cushion to her left, holding onto her 
head for support as he pumped his fat little prick in and out of her mouth, 
was slower; if you were careful you could suck on his tasty little prick for 
quite a while before he came. With her left hand Maggie was doing things to 
young John's dick that he himself had never done to it. 

John was beginning to see what sex was all about. 

Henry, the young boy-whore in the movie, suddenly went stiff. His entire 
face was now out of sight; the part that wasn't hidden by Maggie's shaggy 
cunt was covered with her creamy cum-foam. The senator's wife was sucking 
furiously, her stiff blonde hair flapping at the sides of her head like 
wings. Henry's mother had stopped tonguing her son's ass-hole and was now 
watching the blonde woman's mouth, jerking up and down his hard little 
prick. 

She watched wide-eyed and breathless, a wild look on her flushed face. 
Slobber ran down her chin and it looked like she was panting. 

Maggie-in-the-parlor took her mouth off Sam's cock and put her lips to 
John's ear. 

"Watch now, sugar," she said, skinning his long puckered foreskin down with 
her fingers and palm and thumbing the hard slick head of his stubby little 
member. "He's gonna shoot his wad in that lady's mouth!" 

John swallowed. 

The kid on the screen started to twitch all over like a spastic and you 
could almost feel his cum squirting out of the head end of his little pecker 
and into the senator's wife's sucking mouth. Maggie could almost taste it. 

"See?" she said. "He's gettin' his gun now!" 

John felt the hairy cushion in Maggie's lap rolling and scraping-against his 
bare behind, bouncing him up and down. 

"See how that lady's-" 

"Hey, come on, Mag!" Sam panted, jabbing at Maggie's cheek with his cock. 
"How come you stopped?" 

"Just hang on a minute, you horny little shit," Maggie said to him, 
pretending to try to bite his prick. 

"Yipe!" he yelped. 

Maggie chuckled and turned back to John. But by now Henry had stopped 
twitching. 

As the senator's wife sucked out the last few dribbles of cum from his 
tortured cock, the boy's mother scrambled around between the other woman's 
legs, spread her buttocks with her hands, stuck her tongue into her ass-hole 
and that was the end of the fucking movie. 

"Wow!" said several of the boys. Rose reached over and flipped off the 
projector. Then she turned on a little lamp with a red bulb in it-the one 
she and Maggie called their "sex lamp." 

"Do you know what happened?" Maggie asked John. 

"Uh," said John. Maggie's breath was like hot steam in his ear. 

"Look, I'll show ya," she said. 

John turned half around and saw Maggie start sucking Sam's prick again. He 
blinked, blushed and swallowed, but he kept watching. 

The others watched, too. Everything looked sexier and more exciting by the 
light of that red lamp. While Maggie sucked Sam's cock, Teddy untied the bow 
that held her bolero together and uncovered both of her tits. 

"Hey, John," he said, slipping an arm under the massive things and lifting 
them so that the nipples tilted up toward John's wide-eyed face. "How ya 
like them jugs? Huh?" 

"They're ... n-nice," John said. 

"Bet your ass they're nice," said Teddy and he bent over to suck one of the 
big brown nipples. 

It didn't take more than a dozen suck-strokes on his feverish little cock to 
bring Sam off. As soon as he started to shoot his little boy cum, Maggie 
slipped her lips off, opened them wide and finished him off with her hand so 
that John could see the ropes of hot sticky cum squirting into her hungry 
mouth. 

SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sam cried, watching the stuff of his hairless nuts filling up 
Maggie's mouth. "My gosh!" John gasped. 

Then Maggie wrapped her thick lips around Sam's prick again, swallowed the 
load, gave his dick a few last sucks for good measure and-as he collapsed on 
the sofa with a loud "A-a-a-a-ahhhhh!"-turned back to little John. 

"That's what you call a blow-job," she said, licking her lips clean. 

"It sure is!" Sam gasped and everybody laughed. 

Everybody except John. 

Maggie was about to explain a few more facts of life to the little virgin, 
but now Teddy was all fired up. He said, "Come on, Mag, gimme some pussy!" 
He stuck his hand down under John's ass, trying to get to her cunt. 

"Hey!" Maggie laughed. "Careful with that thing, willya? It's the only one I 
got." 

Stevie and Alex were ready, too. They had the top of Rose's negligee all the 
way down to her waist now and were sucking her tits. Stevie sucked the right 
one and Alex sucked the left one and they each had a hand crammed into her 
flooding cunt. 

"Oh, stop, stop!" she panted, trying to push them away. 

Stevie's mouth came off her swollen nipple with a wet pop! and he said, 
"What d'ya mean, stop? Shit, Mama, we just got start-" 

"I want to make a sandwich," she said hoarsely. 

"Groovy!" Stevie said. 

"Hot damn!" said Alex, jumping off Rose's knee. 

They dragged her negligee off and were getting down on the deep-pile carpet 
when they both thought of the same thing at the same time. 

"Dibs on the ass-hole!" they cried in unison. 

"I said it first!" Stevie said. 

"like hell you did!" said Alex. 

"Now, Stevie," Rose scolded. "Alex is company. Besides, you got my ass-hole 
last time." 

"Yeah," said Alex. 

"Fuck," Stevie muttered. 

"Now, that's not nice, Stevie," Maggie said as she got down on her hands and 
knees in front of the sofa. "Your mama's gonna think you don't like her cunt 
any more." 

"I didn't mean that, Mama," Stevie said as he lay down on his back. 

Rose smiled and sat down on him, rubbing her slimy bush against his belly. 

"I know, honey," she said, and then she bent over and whispered in his ear: 
"Later ... after the party." 

Stevie grinned and winked up at her as she straightened up and sheathed his 
rock-hard prick in her fuck-hole. 

On his knees behind her, between Stevie's outstretched legs, Alex got some 
cream from Rose's hairy crotch, smeared it on his stiff little rod, and 
said, "Ready, Rosie?" 

"Ready, lover," Rose said, and-"O-O-O-OH!"-Alex drove his hard little dick 
home. There was nothing Rose liked more than to have two little boy cocks in 
her at the same time, one in her cunt and one in her ass-hole. 

Meanwhile, over by the sofa, Teddy was already throwing the cock dogstyle to 
Aunt Maggie. His belly was going splash! splash! splash! against her fat ass 
and the big cheeks were shuddering in the dim glow like huge red balloons 
full of Vaseline being beaten with a board. 

She had made John lie down underneath her and now she was dangling her huge 
milk melons in his face, swinging them hard against his blushing 
cheeks-thud, thuditty-thud!-or lowering a fat nipple into his mouth and 
saying, "Suck it, sugar! Suck Mama's tit!" 

Sam just lay on the sofa and watched all this, playing with his cummed-out 
dick to get it hard again. 

"Who do ya think'll cum first?" Roy whispered. 

"Your little brother," Patty whispered back. "He always-" 

"Uhng!" Teddy grunted. 

S-S-S-S-SQUIRT! went his prick. 

"Shoot it to me, baby!" Maggie cried, smothering John's face with her boobs. 

"Uhng, uhng, uhng!" 

SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT! 

"-He always comes first," Patty continued. "Mama says he's got a hair 
trigger." 

Patty and Roy were crouched outside the parlor window. 

Alex was the next one to cum. Actually, Rose was the next-she started 
getting her goodies about the same time Teddy did-but Alex was the next boy 
to get off. 

"Ooooogh! Gha! Ghee! Uhn! Ah! Oh! Sh--! Sh--! SHIT!! " 

Rose's ass-hole was something else, they were all agreed on that. 

SPURT, SPURT, SPURT! went Alex's prick, and Rose felt his fiery cum surging 
into her pleasured rectum, and then- 

"I--! " 

"Oh, Stevie!" "I--! " 

"Fuck me, Stevie! Fuck--! " "I'm gonna--! " "Now! Now!" 

"AH!" Stevie cried as his mother's cunt gripped his twitching prick like a 
red-hot hand, squeezing the cum out of it. He came like a machine gun. 
SQUIRT-SQUIRT-SQUIRT-SQUIRT-SQUIRT--! 

By the time they had all uncoupled and caught their breath, Sam was ready to 
go again. He jumped on top of Maggie, gathered up her massive sweat-slick 
jugs in his little hands and started humping. But before he could get his 
pecker in, Maggie rolled him off and said, "Not now, sweet thing. You had 
yours already." 

"Yeah, but-" 

"Hush now." Then she turned to Rose and said, "Hey, Sis." 

Rose lifted her face from Stevie's crotch, which she was cleaning up with 
her tongue, and said, "Yeah?" 

"Don't you think it's time we, ah, gave some special attention to our new 
guest?" 

"I certainly do," Rose said. "I was about to suggest the same thing." 

They both looked at John. 

John looked at them. 

They licked their lips. 

John swallowed. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Patty got all excited watching her mama and Aunt Maggie close in on little 
John. They looked like a couple of big cats stalking some small helpless 
animal. John's prick wasn't hard any more. In fact, from the window it 
didn't look like he even had a prick. 

Rose slithered up beside him, running her hand up his left thigh, caressing 
it. "Did you like that movie, John?" she asked. 

"Uh..." John saw that all the other boys were watching him, ready to break 
out laughing at the first dumb thing he said or did. He said, "Yeah, it 
was"-swallow-"really somethin'. " But his voice quivered and Sam snickered. 

"That's enough o' that, big shot," Maggie said to Sam. "You want me to tell 
John about your first time?" 

Sam got a sheepish look on his face and didn't snicker any more. 

A supercharged silence fell over the room as Maggie traced a wiggly line 
down John's face with one of her big nipples, from his forehead to his dry 
lips, then on down over his little chin to his chest. Rose opened his legs, 
gently, and began tickling his balls with her tongue. 

Patty stepped back from the window and pulled her blue see-through nightie 
off over her head. She wasn't wearing any panties. 

"Let's ball," she whispered. 

"Right on," Roy said and he pulled off his Jockey shorts. 

That's all he was wearing, the rest of his clothes were up in Patty's room. 
This was the first time they'd ever sneaked down here to spy on one of Rose 
and Maggie's parties, but it was no secret to them what had been going on. 
It was just that until recently they'd had plenty to keep them occupied 
upstairs. But now they'd been sleeping together for a month and some of the 
novelty was beginning to wear off-as it has a way of doing. 

Tonight they felt the urge for a little outside entertainment, and from what 
they'd heard about these choir boy parties from Stevie, Maggie and Rose, 
they figured a little trip around back to the parlor window would be better 
than going out to a movie. 

Needless to say, Maggie's plan for liberating her sister's household from 
sexual secrecy and hypocrisy had worked like a charm. Leaving Roy's jeans 
hanging in the bathroom was a stroke of genius. About one o'clock that night 
Rose had climbed off little Stevie and staggered down the hall to take a 
piss. As soon as she saw those jeans hanging there, a door in her memory had 
snapped open. 

Oh my goodness! 

All of a sudden she remembered what it was she had heard about Patty. At the 
time she had heard it, while watching Maggie jacking Stevie's prick in the 
tub, she'd been so preoccupied with what she was seeing that she hadn't paid 
any attention to what she was hearing-about how Patty had climbed down the 
trellis and fucked Roy Rollins in the orchard. But the sight of those boy's 
jeans had brought it all back to her and her response was automatic, 
conditioned by a lifetime of puritanical hypocrisy. In a flash she had 
become the "concerned mother" of a teenage girl. 

Wham! she crashed into Patty's room and slapped the light switch. Roy's bare 
ass froze in mid-stroke. 

"So!" Rose cried. 

Roy was scared shitless-he never had much hope that Maggie's plan would 
work, anyway-and he would have dived out the window, stark naked, if Patty 
hadn't stopped him. She'd have been scared, too, if she hadn't been so 
pissed off. The reason she was pissed is because she was just starting to 
cum when Mama burst in. 

If you want to get a sixteen-year-old girl mad, just try yelling at her 
while she's having an orgasm. 

"Now, just a goddamn minute, Mama!" she said, breaking into Rose's tirade of 
shock and outrage. 

"Patricia!" Rose cried. "How dare you--? ! " 

"You know, you got a lotta balls, Mama," Patty went on, jumping up from the 
bed, "puttin' down all this shit after what you and Stevie been doin' in 
there!" 

That hit Rose like a bucket of ice water. 

"If you can do that with your own son, for Christ's sake, then Roy and I can 
sleep together whenever we fuckin' feel like it! And if you don't like it-" 

"P-Patty, I-" 

"-you can stick all of it up your ass!" 

Rose broke down then and started crying. That softened Patty up and she went 
over to Rose and said, "Aw, shit, Mama, I ... I'm sorry." 

And Rose put her arms around the girl and sobbed, "No, I'm the one that 
should be sorry. After what I've done ... I have no right to...." Sob, sob. 

Anyway, when Rose finally left the room, an agreement had been reached: she 
and Patty wouldn't interfere with each other's sex lives any more. Rose even 
offered to start Patty on the Pill the very next day and Roy was so happy to 
hear that that he threw his arms around Rose and gave her a big kiss. 

Maggie had been hiding on the stairs, listening to all this, ready to step 
in if anything went wrong. But it didn't, everything came off just as she 
had hoped it would, and she went to bed satisfied that she'd done a good 
deed. 

As it turned out, it was very fortunate for Rose that she had made peace 
with her daughter. Because now, while the main event of this third orgy was 
getting started, trouble was on the way, and in a situation like the one 
that was about to explode in the parlor, you don't need any enemies in the 
family. 

"Look!" Patty whispered as Roy cupped her tits in his hands and shoved his 
cock deep into her snug little twat. "It's startin' to get hard!" 

She meant John's prick. He was lying on his back on the floor and the older 
boys were sitting in a ring around him, watching silently. The two naked 
women were lying alongside him, their hairy cunts on either side of his 
head, their cheeks resting on his upper thighs, Rose on his left, Maggie on 
his right. They were taking turns licking his prick. 

Sometimes they would both lick it at the same time, while fondling his 
little balls and exploring his ass-crack with their fingers. Then one of 
them would take his balls into her mouth while the other sucked his prick. 
Their tits rubbed and flattened on his rib cage as they worked him over and 
occasionally they would bring their cunts in close to his face and tickle 
his ears wih their crotch curls. 

As scared as John was, all this was just too much for him. Somewhere along 
the line his fear got disjointed from his excitement and his immature but 
healthy little body took over, leaving his brain somewhere out in left 
field. Wide-eyed, he watched his dick twitch and swell and lift its head 
between the two warm wet tongues, and he watched his hand touch one of 
Maggie's tits, his short fingers kneading the soft warm fat. 

It was like it was somebody else's hand and somebody else's prick and John 
was just watching it like he'd watched the movie. But you really couldn't 
compare this to a movie. Gosh, it ... felt so ... good ... especially when 
they ... took the whole thing in their ... in their mouths and ... sucked it 
... like that ... and.... 

"What's your mama doing?" Roy breathed in Patty's ear, working his cock 
slowly in and out of her bubbling pussy. In the dim red light it was a 
little hard to see what was going on. 

"She's putting his hand in her cunt," Patty whispered. 

"That's what I thought. She-ahhhh" 

"Sh!" 

"Don't squeeze like that, then." 

"I can't help it." 

While Maggie took her turn sucking John's prick, which was now as hard as a 
rock and stiff as a stick, Rose took his left hand (the right one was 
feverishly pawing Maggie's tit, pulling at the big nipple-and guided the 
middle finger into her drooling slit. 

John gave a little gasp as he felt the hot slimy bud of her clitoris twitch 
under his fingertip. His dick felt all tingly, like something was about to 
happen. 

Rose slid her little hand further down her gash until the first two fingers 
slipped into her fuck-hole. 

Oh--! 

That scared John and he tried to pull his hand out of the trap, but Rose 
held it there and after a moment he stopped pulling. It was all warm and 
wet. Slippery. Juicy. She bunched his fingers together and pushed them 
deeper inside her cunt.... 

Gosh! 

Now his whole hand was in there! And- 

Gasp! 

His whole body jerked as Maggie's lips pursed tightly around his little cock 
and slid off the head. His right hand closed on Maggie's tit like a claw and 
the fingers of his other hand clutched at the gooey flesh inside Rose's 
cunt. 

"He's gonna shoot!" Teddy whispered. 

"Sh!" hissed little Stevie. 

Teddy was right, John was a split second away from cumming, but thanks to 
the sisters' skill, nothing came out but a little spurt of clear preorgasmic 
fluid. The sensation was completely foreign to anything the little boy had 
ever yet experienced, and it left him trembling like a leaf. 

"Holy shit!" Patty gasped, almost breathless from the combination of what 
she was seeing in the parlor and what she was feeling in her twat. 

"What're they tryin' to do to that poor kid?" Roy whispered. 

Now Maggie was spreading John's legs wider and running her tongue down under 
his tightly clenched nuts, probing into the crack of his twitching ass. Rose 
waited just the right amount of time for his aborted orgasm to subside and 
then she slipped her own mouth over his slim, throbbing little pecker, 
squeezing his hand with her cunt and skinning him back with her lips. 

They had agreed that Rose could have John's cherry, but for a minute there 
Rose had been afraid Maggie was going back on her word. Now she started 
blowing the kid in earnest, her mouth watering in anticipation, her head 
bobbing rapidly, and it was just then that a faint knocking sounded in the 
distance. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

"What was that?" Roy whispered. 

"What was what?" Patty panted. 

"That knocking. Sounded like somebody-" 

It came again, a little louder: Knock, knock, knock. 

"I heard it that time," Patty said. "Jesus, it must be somebody at the front 
door!" "Why wouldn't they ring the bell?" "It's not working, remember?" "Oh, 
yeah. Maybe we oughta-" Knock, knock, knock. 

"I don't think they even hear it in there!" Patty hissed. 

"I know," Roy said. "Maybe we oughta tel 'em." 

It was true that nobody in the parlor noticed the knocking. It was like the 
room was sealed off from the outside world by a supercharged field of 
electrified sex. 

Everybody was holding their breath, waiting for John to cum in Rose's mouth. 

"It's stopped," Roy whispered. "They must have gone away." 

"Thank God," Patty said. "Let's fuck." 

"Mh!" 

"Ooooo!" 

The kids were clustered close around the two ladies now, pawing their 
private parts and trying to see every detail of what they were doing to 
young John. Maggie had her tongue in his ass-hole, fucking it vigorously, 
and Rose was making urgent hungry-sounding noises in her throat as she 
brought him back again to the brink of his very first climax. 

Roy was about to get his gun, too, but John came first. SQUIRT! 

"Um!" Rose grunted as the thin cum jetted against the back of her throat. 
"Um, um!" SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 

I'm grown up! John thought. That's the only thing that came clearly into his 
mind. It was like his childhood was squirting out through the end of his 
prick, all in a rush. 

SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 

Then Roy came, but it wasn't much of an orgasm. Because between the 
beginning of John's orgasm and the beginning of Roy's-maybe five seconds-Mr. 
Rollins opened the parlor door and led in. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Right from the first Oscar Rollins hadn't thought much of Rose and her 
sister keeping little Teddy out so late after choir practice. Roy was 
getting older and it was all right for him to stay out till nine or ten once 
in a while, but a boy Teddy's age, in his father's opinion, should be in bed 
by eight. And besides, nobody ever invited him, Oscar, to watch their home 
movies. He had even made a few hints to this effect at church last Sunday, 
but Rose hadn't paid any attention to him. This made Oscar suspicious. 

It didn't make anybody else suspicious because there wasn't a member of the 
entire congregation who would have invited the grumpy old fart to a dog 
fight. But Oscar thought, They may be up to no good over there. I don't 
trust that MacDonald woman, something not quite right about her, can't quite 
put my finger on it. 

As a matter-of-fact, it had been a long time since Oscar had put his finger 
on it, and that probably had a lot to do with his being such a hard-shelled 
old bastard. He hadn't had a piece of ass in eleven years. 

Anyway, at ten o'clock Oscar had decided to go across the street and bring 
little Teddy home. These parties were getting later and later and somebody 
had better put a stop to it. 

He pushed the doorbell but nothing happened so he knocked. No answer. He 
knocked again, and then again. Nothing. 

The house seemed as silent as a tomb. He peeked through the porch windows 
but there was nobody in the living room. Finally he tried the door and found 
it unlocked. He opened it and stepped in. 

What was going on here, anyway? 

Now Oscar was more suspicious than ever, and he began creeping through the 
house like a thief, opening doors and stabbing his long sharp nose into the 
empty rooms, until he finally arrived at the parlor. 

"Holy shit!" Patty whispered. "It's--! " "Dad!" Roy gasped, jerking her 
spurting cock from Patty's pussy and dropping to the ground as though he 
were about to burrow under the house like a rat. 

Rose had just swallowed the last of John's cum. His spasm ceased abruptly 
and Maggie pulled her tongue out of his ass-hole. 

"Well, John," she said, "how'd ya like...? " John had a funny look on his 
face and he was staring at the door. "How'd ya like ... uh...? " 

Maggie turned to see what John was staring at. Then all the other boys 
turned to see what Maggie was staring at. 

"Oh, shit," Maggie muttered. 

"SO!" Oscar roared, charging into the red-lit cunt-smelling room like an 
angel that ran Adam and Eve out of the garden. 

At last Rose looked up. "Oscar!" 

"Teddy!" Oscar barked. "Put your clothes on and get home this instant! Go 
straight to your room and stay there! I'll deal with you later." 

"Y-yes, sir!" said Teddy, trembling with terror. He grabbed his clothes, 
darted past his enraged father and was gone. 

There's no point in detailing the raving tirade which followed. It's enough 
to say that Oscar swore by all that was holy to have these two degenerate 
female abominations behind bars in a matter of hours. It was a regular 
fire-and-brimstone sermon that lasted a good ten minutes. 

During this time, while everybody else was immobilized with fear, Patty 
sprang into action. 

"Get up off the ground, dodo!" she hissed, kicking Roy in the ribs and 
dragging him away from the window. "I got an idea!" She told Roy her plan. 

"What?! " Roy said, amazed. "But he won't-" 

"He might," Patty said. 

"But ... he's my ... father," Roy said. 

"Jesus Christ! You're as big a prude as he is! What d'ya think I'm gonna do, 
stand here with my finger in my ass while they take my mother to jail?" 

"No, but-" 

"But nothin', " Patty said, slipping into her nightie. "You do what I said. 
As soon as he leaves, you hear?" 

"Okay ... but I. . . " 

Patty darted off into the shadows. 

She had just disappeared around the corner of the house when Oscar finished 
his tirade and stormed from the room, promising to call the police the 
moment he got home. He wasn't able to do that, though, the moment he got 
home. 

Something lay across his path. 

What was this? A temptation! Oscar thought. The Devil was working overtime 
tonight for sure. 

Patty was lying across the walk near the front steps. She was sprawled out 
on her back as though someone had thrown her down there. Oscar had left his 
porch light on and in its "yellow glow the voluptuous girl's nipples and 
pubic hair showed vividly through the blue film of her crotch-length 
nightgown. 

"So!" Oscar said, trying to sound fierce and thinking, Give me strength, 
Lord. "Trying to lure my Roy from his room, eh? Didn't know I was out here, 
did you? How dare you set foot on my property dressed like..." 

Then he noticed that her hair was all messed up and that her nightgown was 
torn at the sleeve. She opened her eyes wide, a wild look on her face, and 
started groaning: "O-o-o-h, o-o-oh...." 

Puzzled, Oscar bent over her. What kind of trick was this? "Young lady," he 
said, "you will remove yourself from my--? " 

"HELP!" Patty screamed suddenly. "RAPE! RAPE! HELP!" 

Oscar panicked. "Shut up, you--! " 

"DON'T TOUCH ME! HELP! RAPE!" 

In a flash it dawned on Oscar that all the neighbors could see this 
shameless slut as well as he could, and that in a moment they'd all be at 
their windows to see what all the yelling was about. It would look as 
though- 

"Into the house!" he gasped. "Get up, get up!" 

Patty went limp and let him drag her frantically up the steps and into the 
house. He threw her down on the sofa, turned off the outside light, locked 
the door, switched off the lights in the living room and ran to the window, 
expecting to see hordes of concerned neighbors running to the girl's rescue. 

To his relief, there was no sign of life out there. 

The Lord had stood by him in his time of need. Whew! He staggered over to 
the girl and glared down at her. 

In the moonlight filtering through the draperies of the bay window she 
looked naked. Her pale breasts rising and falling ... that dark sinful patch 
between her full thighs ... Oscar blinked his eyes. She was naked! 

"Now, look--! " His voice broke. He cleared his throat and tried again: 
"Now, look here, young lady! Just what do you think--? " 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rollins," Patty said in a weak voice. "I didn't know it was 
you. I thought it was ... him!" 

"Him?" said Oscar, forgetting what he was going to say. 

"Some man," Patty whimpered. "H-he tried to rape me. I was just ... taking a 
little walk in the ... in the orchard when he came up and ... and grabbed 
me! I got away from him and ran. I must have fallen down and then ... and 
then you came up and ... and I thought it was him! ... It ... it wasn't you 
... was it, Mr. Rollins?" 

"Wh? Why, of course it wasn't me! I must say, I'm not surprised this 
happened, Patricia. There are men in this world who will stop at nothing to 
satisfy their animal cravings. They are the Devil's pawns, ever on the alert 
for wayward children whose parents have not prepared them properly for ... " 
Oscar suddenly realized he'd been sidetracked from his immediate purpose. 
I'd better make that phone call, he thought. Already the contamination is 
spreading through the community. Abruptly he turned and started for the 
telephone. 

"The police will take care of this," he said. 

Patty made a gagging noise-"Ahg! Ahg!"-and clutched her throat. 

"What is it, child?! Wha--? " 

"Ahg! Ahg!" 

"Oh, my goodness!" Oscar sank down on the sofa. What if the girl were 
seriously injured and ... and what if any of the neighbors did see...? Then 
a new and even more terrifying thought came to him: What if the police come 
and find this girl here, in my house, and--! 

Suddenly Patty went limp, as though she had passed out, her right hand 
falling across Oscar's lap. 

"P-Patricia? ... Patricia, are you. . ... ? " Oscar trembled with fear and 
confusion. He felt as if some kind of devilish trap were closing around him. 

Then something else closed around him 

It was Patty's hand. 

It was closing around his cock. 

{Holy shit! Patty thought. The thing felt about a foot long and as thick as 
a baseball bat. She wondered for a moment if she'd bit off more than she 
could screw.) 

"Patricia, are you...? " 

The hand squeezed a little harder and started sliding up along the hard 
throbbing shank ... then down again, toward the monstrous mushroom-like 
head. Oscar's brain got all muddled. He wanted to jump up and run, but ... 
he couldn't. His legs felt like they had turned to soft rubber. 

" ... Are you ... all right?" he asked. 

In the dim moonlight Oscar saw his hand floating up from his knee, drifting 
toward Patty's face. The hand was supposed to take Patty's hand and remove 
it from his crotch, but it refused to do that. 

I am possessed of a demon! he thought. At the mercy of the Devil! Another 
voice, deep within him, a voice that hadn't spoken for a long, long time, 
said, So be it. 

His long bony fingers trembled as they stroked the girl's cheek. Her eyes 
were closed, her full lips parted. The fingers slithered down the smooth 
skin of her neck and onto her upper chest.... 

She's unconscious, said the voice. She won't remember anything. 

The hand cupped itself snugly over the firm swelling dome of Patty's left 
tit, the hard little nipple burning into its palm, and now the demon was in 
full control. 

Oh, you sweet, hot, luscious little--! 

From there on, nature took its ancient course and when the room exploded in 
a flash of blinding light- 

Click, FLASH! 

-Patty was just as startled and annoyed as Oscar was. 

"Jesus Christ!" she gasped. 

"Wha--?f" But Oscar was right in the middle of his orgasm and he couldn't 
stop it. He managed to turn his head in the direction of the intruder but 
his gaunt hairy ass just kept on humping furiously between the teenager's 
open thighs. His ass was like a machine without an "off button; you just had 
to wait until it ran out of gas. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" 

Somebody was muttering in the dark: "Where's the fuckin' light switch?" 

And somebody else said, "Over here, I think." "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" 

Just as the last of Oscar's pent-up load of cum surged into Patty's pussy, 
the lights came on. 

Suddenly terrified, now that he'd run out of gas, Oscar looked up and saw 
Maggie McDonald and Patty's mother standing there by the door to the 
kitchen. (They had come in through the back door, using Roy's key.) Maggie 
had a Polaroid camera with a flash attachment hung around her neck. She was 
wearing her black party pajamas and Rose had nothing on but her orchid 
negligee. 

"Oughta be a good one," Maggie said with a grin, patting the camera. 

My God! Oscar thought. She took a picture of--! 

"Shit!" Patty panted. "Why'd ya have to go and do that?" 

"Why'd we have to do it?" Maggie laughed. "Hell, it was your idea, honey." 

"Yeah, but I was just about to cum," she said. Maggie shrugged and lifted 
the camera strap from her neck. "Sorry," she said. 

"Wh-what are you go-going to do with that?" Oscar gasped, pulling his huge 
dripping dick out of Patty's cummy cunt and groping frantically for his 
pants-which Maggie had already tossed into the kitchen. 

"With what, this?" Maggie asked, holding up the camera. 

Oscar lunged for it, Maggie snatched it away, Oscar crashed into the wall. 
Then she passed the camera to Rose, who tossed it to little John, who was 
waiting at the back door. John grabbed it and ran. 

"Oh, I don't know," Maggie said to Oscar, who was now backing across the 
room, holding his shirt in front of his cock. "We thought maybe we'd show it 
to the cops when they come to arrest us. Have you made that call yet?" 

"N-now, listen here," Oscar stammered. "You can't--! It wasn't my fault! I 
mean, she--! You--! I--! " 

Maggie laughed and said, "You listen to me, you self-righteous piece o' 
shit. We're gonna-" 

Rose put her hand on her sister's shoulder and said in a soft voice, "Better 
let me handle this, Maggie." 

Maggie looked at her. Rose winked slyly. Maggie shrugged. "Okay, Sis, he's 
all yours. Come on, Patty, let's go home." 

Patty glanced longingly at the bulge of Oscar's cock and said, "But-" 

"Don't be greedy, girl," Maggie chuckled. "There's somebody waiting for you 
out there." 

"Oh," Patty said. She'd almost forgotten about Roy. 

Man, am I gonna give his cock a workout tonight! she thought. 

Finally, Oscar and Rose were alone in the living room. 

Oscar looked at Rose. 

Rose smiled. 

Oscar swallowed. 

"Oscar," she said, "why don't we sit down and ... talk this over?" 

"Rose, I. . . " Oscar tried to keep his eyes on her face but they kept going 
down to the patch of dark hair between her legs. The demon in him was waking 
up again. It had only taken a short nap. "Well ... all right, then." 

Rose turned off all but one dim light and they sat down on the sofa, but 
they didn't talk anything over until about three hours later when Oscar's 
foot-long cock slipped out of Rose's mouth and he rolled over on the floor, 
face-up, groaning from exhaustion. They had fucked once and eaten each other 
twice. And Teddy had watched it all from his hiding place in the hallway. If 
he hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have believed it. 

After a while Oscar sat up and said, "Hey, Rose! Why don't we go out and do 
it in the yard? In the moonlight! I haven't done that since I was a kid." 

"Jesus Christ," Rose said with a weak laugh. "I thought you said you were 
out of practice." 

Oscar shrugged and gave her a kiss on the nipple. "Gotta make up for lost 
time. I'd just about forgotten ... what I've been missing." 

"Me too," Rose sighed. "Listen, Oscar, I've got an idea." 

She told him her idea and he was all for it. Once, when Rose said, "Of 
course people might talk," he said, "Fuck 'em." Oscar was a new man. 

"But I want you to be careful with Patty," Rose added. 

"She can take it," Oscar said, remembering how the girl's cunt had stretched 
to fit his cock. 

"Sure, she can take it," Rose chuckled. "But can you? I already lost one man 
like that, you know." 

Then they went out and did it in the yard in the moonlight. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

In spite of the strenuous activities that occupied them most of the night, 
Rose and Oscar got up early Saturday morning, roused their families and held 
a meeting in Rose's parlor. The meeting didn't last long and as soon as it 
was over everybody plunged enthusiastically into the moving operation. Oscar 
and his kids were moving into Rose's house. 

It was a big building, as I said before. It used to be a boarding house 
so-there was plenty of room. The story would be that Oscar had accumulated a 
lot of bills he couldn't pay, so he'd decided to put his house up for rent 
in order to get himself out of the bind. For appearances' sake, he and the 
boys would have their own rooms, but sleeping arrangements would ... vary. 

Oscar wasn't in enough financial trouble to warrant renting his house and 
all that, but he wasn't exactly rolling in it, either, and that was why he 
and Rose decided not to get married. Because if they did that, then Rose 
would lose the stipend from her late husband's estate. So it was more 
economical to just shack up. 

With the stipend and Oscar's salary from the trucking company he worked for, 
they figured they'd do all right. Maggie said she was going to get a job 
down here, too, until the heat was off in New York. 

The moving was done by dinner time and by eight-thirty they had all washed 
up and were back in the parlor. 

Maggie put on a bump-and-grind record she'd brought with her and did a 
striptease dance. The others just took off their clothes but Maggie always 
did everything with a flare. The old girl could still shake that stuff 
pretty good and the dance added a festive touch to the celebration. Rose 
turned all the lights off except the red one and that made it even better. 

Maggie ended the dance by giving her huge tits a vigorous shaking and 
squatting down over Roy, who was lying on his back on the floor. At the last 
cymbal crash, she swallowed his upright prick in her shaggy cunt. 

Everybody laughed and yelled and clapped their hands and stomped their feet 
and then Patty got down on her knees, straddling Roy's face, and rubbed her 
fuzzy pussy in his face. He gurgled for a minute and then started eating her 
while Maggie's big juicy cunt slid up and down his cock. 

"Hot damn!" Oscar said, looking around the room and stroking his gigantic 
prick in anticipation of the new life he had stepped into. Two hot-assed 
women and a cock-hungry girl ... all the pussy he could handle ... whenever 
he wanted it.... 

"Hot damn!" he repeated. 

Rose giggled and gave him a kiss. Then she lowered herself to her knees, 
rubbing her tits down the front of his tall, hard, hairy body, and took his 
cock in her mouth. 

"Mmmmm," she said. 

"Ahhhh," said Oscar. 

Stevie sat down in front of Patty, who was getting a tongue job off Roy, and 
took her bouncing tits in his hot little hands. 

"Wanta suck me off, Sis?" he said. 

"Sure," Patty panted. She pushed her little brother down on his back and 
bent over his crotch. 

That gave Maggie an idea. "Hey, let's make a daisy chain!" she said. 

"Yeah!" Patty said. 

"Hot damn!" Oscar said. 

"Mmph!" said Rose. 

"Glgle," gurgled Roy. 

"What's a daisy chain?" asked Teddy. 

"You'll see," Maggie said. She slipped her cunt off Roy's cock (shloop!), 
crawled backward until the slimy thing was sticking up in her face, and 
stuck her big ass in the air. 

"Get around behind me, sugar," she said to Teddy, "and do it to me like a 
puppy dog." 

Teddy eagerly followed these instructions. He didn't have any trouble 
finding the hole, even in the dim red light. "Uhn!" "Mmmmmm!" 

He could have found it in the dark. Slish, slosh! Slish, slosh! went his 
stiff little prick. 

"Hold on now, honey," .Maggie said. "Wait'll everybody gets ready. Hey, slow 
down up there!" 

She was talking to Roy and Patty and Stevie. Roy was lapping Patty's 
bubbling crotch at full speed and the girl's body was writhing and lurching 
as she sucked little Stevie's cock, her head bobbing rapidly. She stopped 
sucking and looked up at Maggie, her long hair falling over her face. 

"Well, hurry up, then," she panted. "I'm about to cum." 

"Shit," Maggie said. "You're always about to cum." Then she looked up at 
Rose and Oscar. "Well, come on, you two. Let's get it on." 

Rose took her mouth off Oscar's throbbing cock and looked around with 
pleasure-glazed eyes. "Where should I...? " Then her gaze fell on Teddy's 
smooth little butt. "Let's do it like this," she said, thinking, Wow, if 
Charlie could see me now! "Stevie, move over this way a little bit." 

"like this?" Stevie said, twisting his body to make the circle tighter. 

"Yeah, that's good," Rose said, and she got down on her hands and knees so 
that Teddy's ass was in her face and Stevie's face was between her thighs. 

"Mh," Stevie grunted. He loved the strong smell of his mother's cunt, 
especially when it was hot. 

Rose spread the soft little cheeks of Teddy's baby smooth behind and kissed 
his ass-hole. 

"Ooo!" he cried, ramming his prick as far as it would go into Maggie's 
snatch. 

"Oh, do it, sugar!" Maggie said, and she bent over and started sucking Roy's 
prick, which was all gooey with her cunt syrup. 

That closed up the chain, but it left Oscar out. 

"Hey, what about me?" he said. 

"Stick it in my ass-hole!" Rose panted. Stevie had already started lapping 
her cunt, and when he heard her say that he reached up and spread her 
buttocks so Oscar could see the target. 

Oscar looked at Rose's tight little ass-hole. Then he looked at his enormous 
cock. 

"You sure?" he asked. 

"Ahgh agha," Rose said. Then she pulled her tongue out of Teddy's anus. 
"Hell, yes! Come on, ram that thing in me!" 

"Okay," Oscar said. "If you say so." 

Rose was too goddamn hot by now to care whether she got hurt or not, but 
Maggie saw what was bothering Oscar: It was the old problem of trying to 
drive a camel through the eye of a needle. 

She drew her lips off Roy's cock and said, "Stick it in her cunt first, 
Oscar. It oughta go in okay if ya get it nice and gooey." 

"Good idea," Oscar said. 

He squatted down over Stevie's chest and told the boy to move his tongue for 
a minute. Stevie gave it one more slurp and then let his head drop to the 
floor. He came very close to shooting off in his sister's mouth as he 
watched Oscar's huge club-headed shaft sliding into Mama's juicy fuck-hole. 

He had quite a view from down there. He was so close to the action that 
Oscar's big hairy balls swung forward at the end of the stroke and hit him 
in the chin. And when Oscar pulled his big dick out some of Mama's cunt 
honey dripped in his face. He didn't mind, though, because he already had a 
lot of it on his face anyway. 

"Now then," Oscar said, setting his monstrous cockhead against Rose's 
ass-hole. 

"Ram it in!" Rose cried. "Ram it in!" "Easy does it," Maggie said, holding 
still. Oscar nodded and shoved his cock forward. "A-a-a-a-h--! " Rose gasped 
loudly. He shoved his dick again. "Ah! Ah! D-don't stop!" Shove. Cock. 

" A-A-A-AA-A-H-H-H-H!! ! " "Hot damn!" Oscar breathed, flexing his cock 
muscle. 

"Tight, huh?" Maggie said with a grin. "Holy shit!" Oscar said. 

Maggie chuckled breathlessly and turned her attention back to Roy's 
spit-and-juice-smeared prick. 

"Okay, girls and boys," she said in a throaty, heat-husky voice. "Let's do 
it." 

There was a shuddering jolt of colliding bodies around the circle like a 
string of railroad cars lurching into motion. Teddy started humping so fast 
that Rose damn near broke her neck trying to get her tongue in his ass-hole. 
This operation was further complicated by rapid slap-thudding of Oscar's 
hard belly against Rose's butt as he slammed his massive member into her 
ass-hole. 

Oscar's energetic attack also made it hard for Stevie to get his tongue into 
his mama's cunt, but these difficulties were overcome and in a minute, all 
the links were closed, and they were off and running. 

This is the way it was: Maggie was blowing Roy who was eating Patty and 
Patty was sucking Stevie who was eating Rose while Oscar fucked her in the 
ass. And Rose was tongue-scuttling Teddy who was fucking Maggie. It looked 
like a big lumpy red snake in the process of swallowing its tail like those 
drawings you see in astrology books. 

If I were going to cast a horoscope for this group I wouldn't expect to find 
everlasting bliss for them in the stars. But for the time being they seem to 
be doing fine and I'd say their immediate future looks pretty good. I had 
been living down the street from Rose's place during all this, but I didn't 
actually meet her and the others until a few days after Oscar and his kids 
moved in with her. That was a month ago and it's taken me that long to write 
this book, which should have taken only a couple of weeks at the most. My 
two boys and I have sort of been accepted into the family, and to tell the 
truth I've been too busy fucking to get much writing done. But what the 
hell? I'd rather fuck than write any day. 

Let's get back to the daisy chain. 

As usual, old hair-trigger Teddy was the first to cum. 

"Ah!" he cried, and his cum went spurting into Maggie's cunt. "Ah, ah, ah, 
ah, ah--! " 

"Um, um!" Maggie grunted. Roy's ass was bouncing as fast as her head was 
bobbing and his cockhead was ramming into the opening of her throat at every 
stroke. 

He was lapping Patty's over-flowing pussy even faster than that and she was 
the next to cum. 

"Owm! Owm!" she moaned, her voice muffled by her little brother's prick, and 
her twat went squish! squish! squish! flooding her boyfriend's mouth with 
fresh cum cream. 

With a gurgle, Roy came. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 

"Mmmmmm!" Maggie groaned as her own orgasm took hold of her cunt and she 
started swallowing Roy's hot sticky cum. 

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! 

Rose got off next. She'd never experienced anything like this in her entire 
life: her little boy's tongue slurping hungrily in her cunt while the 
biggest cock in the world drove in and out of her ass-hole. The best of both 
worlds, you might say. 

I don't think Rose would have been happy just fucking little kids the rest 
of her life. She needed a man to balance things out. A similar thing could 
be said about Oscar: Now that he'd rediscovered the joy of fucking he 
probably would have got tired of a steady diet of Rose-who, after all, ain't 
as young as she used to be-and no doubt he'd have started slipping around 
with some younger chicks and Rose would have found out and there'd have been 
all the usual shit that ends so many happy relationships. But as it is he 
can take an occasional whack at Patty, whenever she's available, and he 
doesn't have to slip around to do it. 

He doesn't have to feel quilty about it because if Rose can fuck his sons, 
then he has a perfect right to fuck Rose's daughter, and both of them 
recognize these rights. like I said, I think they have a pretty good thing 
going-thanks to good old Aunt Maggie. 

SQUISH! went Rose's cunt and she stuck her tongue as deep as it would go in 
Teddy's twitching, clutching ass-hole. "A-a-a-a-ahng!" SQUISH, SQUISH, 
SQUISH! 

Stevie damn near drowned and Oscar's big balls were pounding against his 
chin like a couple of fists. He and Oscar got their gun at the same time. 

"Glug!" Stevie gurgled and his cum flooded his sister's sucking mouth. 

"Huhng-gah!" Oscar gasped, throwing his head back and digging his bony 
fingers into Rose's hips. SQUIRT! went his cum. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 

"Huhng-gah! Gah! Gah!" 

Rose thought it was going to come out of her mouth and into Teddy's 
ass-hole. In her orgasmic ecstasy she imagined that her tongue was an 
extension of Oscar's cock and that he was fucking Teddy through her, if you 
can dig that. 

SQUIRT! 

Squish! 

Gush! 

"Ah-ah-ah-ah--! " 

"Glgle!" 

Gulp, gulp, gulp! 

SPURT, SPURT, SPURT--! " 

Squish! "Urn! Urn!-" "Huhng-GAH!" 

They didn't make it to church the next morning. 


THE END
