THE KENNEL OF MOTHERLY LOVE
By Gina Green


Foreword

The Kennel of Motherly Love could have been called "When Worlds Collide" if that
title had not already been used. In this case it would refer not to planets and their
moons but to sisters and their children. And the resulting explosion is not nuclear but
psychosexual. Emily Perkins and her two preteen sons, Tom and Terry, represent the
planet that has remained in its proper orbit. Emily was widowed when her boys were
quite young, and was then severely disillusioned toward men by an unsuccessful love
affair. She transferred this disillusionment to Tom and Terry by raising them under an
almost Puritanical code of ethics and denying them any contact whatsoever with girls –
or even with boys who might be "bad influences." Emily seems preoccupied with her
business – the Shady Grove Pet Ranch and Boarding Kennel, which she took over from
her deceased husband – and lives the life of a recluse, avoiding even the most casual
relationships with men.
Emily's sister Silvia Creech, whom Emily has not seen in years, and her bastard son
Harry represent the other end of the scale – the aberrant planet which has zigzagged
far out of the conventional orbit prescribed for it by society. Like her sister in Florida,
Silvia is now in her forties. At present she is a barmaid in New York, but one gets the
impression she has been many other things in her younger years – stripper,
professional swinger, prostitute, etc. She has been married five times and enjoys a
completely uninhibited sexual relationship with Harry, who is only twelve years old.
What happens when these two starkly contrasted worlds collide? This is Gina Green's
theme in The Kennel of Motherly Love. What one might expect to happen – given our
present context, the genre of erotic literature – is that Emily's world would be
thoroughly corrupted by its contact with Silvia's. And in a sense – if we wish to link
corruption to incest – this is what actually does happen. But Miss Green does not use
such terms as "corruption" and "perversion" as criteria for judging her characters. She
would no doubt agree with Dr. Lars Ullerstam, who writes in The Erotic Minorities that
"'Perversion' is a word that should be discarded. It has been made to order for
obscurantists and demagogues. It is saturated with superstition, and it is an insult, to
boot."
Therefore, even though the visit of her sister and nephew leads Emily into sexual
contact with her own little boys, it is meaningless to say that she was "corrupted" by the
collision with Silvia's world. As a matter of fact, at the end of the book something like
the opposite occurs. It occurs on the author's own moral terms, of course, and... we will
let the reader discover this Hitchcockian turn-around for himself.
But even if we disagree with Dr. Ullerstam's admittedly controversial views, our
supposition about Silvia's corruption of her sister is still incorrect. Because there is a
hidden side to Emily's world, and it dominated her life and that of her children long
before Silvia's arrival. The nature of this "hidden side" can be seen in the following
excerpt.
"Hush now, darlings," she said to the dogs as she switched on a light. "I'll be right with
you.
... The boarders were a collie, a boxer and four smaller mongrels. The other two were
Emily's own dogs, Boris and Stanley. Boris was a great Dane and Stanley was a German
shepherd... Emily went into the storeroom and removed her bathrobe. She didn't have
anything on underneath it... She hung her bathrobe on a nail and took a folded quilt
down from a shelf in the corner of the storeroom. Then she went out and spread the
quilt on the concrete floor between the two rows of pens. The dogs were all sitting at
their front doors, watching her with great interest, their tongues hanging out.
"Now then, "Emily said, standing up and rubbing the fuzzy hump of her cunt with
both hands. "Who's first tonight?"
Moreover, this hidden side of Emily's life had a severe effect on her sons. There was a
skylight in the ceiling of the kennel, and every night Tom and Terry would sneak out
on the roof and masturbate while watching their mother enjoy sexual intercourse with
her dogs. Thus Emily's "perversion" led to that of her children: they became voyeurs,
peeping toms, and this became their sole means of releasing the blossoming sexual
energy so common in boys their age. They were as frightened of girls as their mother
was frightened of men.
But, as we have hinted, the reader will see that Silvia and Harry's visit to the Shady
Grove Pet Ranch resulted in a great deal more than Emily's simply trading bestiality for
incest. He will also see that this discussion of morality, perversion, corruption and
psychological transformations has very little to do with the actual text of The Kennel of
Motherly Love, which is – as all Miss Green's books are – a lively novel of sexual fun
and games, designed to deliver erotic entertainment along with psychiatric and ethical
information.
-THE PUBLISHERS San Diego, California November, 1973


Chapter 1

Silvia Creech and Harry Smith were a strange-looking pair in bed. Emily, if she had
walked in on them, would probably have gone into a state of shock.
Silvia was a tall, big-boned, buxom blonde in her mid-forties and Harry was a darkhaired, 
slim-limbed kid pushing thirteen. Silvia looked old enough to be Harry's
mother. As a matter of fact, she was his mother. They were kissing each other good
night.
Silvia started at the calf of Harry's left leg and licked her way slowly up along the back
of his knee to the inside of his slender thigh, her tongue leaving a wet slug-trail of spit
on his smooth skin.
Harry was naked but Silvia still had her nightgown on. However, the skirt of the gown
was bunched up around her waist – she had no panties on – and her big, white,
pendulous tits were hanging out of its low-cut bodice. Harry didn't have any hair at all
between his legs, but his mother had plenty between hers – a great bushy nest of light
brown curls that now hid Harry's face completely. All she could see was the underside
of his little chin moving in the thick shag as he explored the inside of her cunt with his
tongue.
As she licked and nibbled her way up his leg, she sort of unfocused her eyes so that his
stiff little prick, which was pointing straight up at the ceiling, became a blurred
silhouette against the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp. She did this to make it
easier to imagine that Harry was one of the boys in the next room. These boys were her
nephews, Tom and Terry. Not that Silvia didn't like Harry or was tired of him or
anything like that. It was just that she was always on the make for supplementary
lovers, as we might call them, especially if these prospective supplements were virgins
like Tom and Terry.
Oh, Tom, she imagined herself saying as she wiggled the tip of her tongue up between
Harry's hard little balls and slipped a finger into the crack of his firm-cheeked ass, your
prick is beautiful! I knew it would be. As soon as I stepped off the train this afternoon
and saw you standing there, I knew you'd have a beautiful prick. Mmmmmmm! She
ran her tongue up the underside of Harry's twitching dick and slipped her hot wet lips
over the gracefully tapered head. She puckered her lips and sucked on it as if it were a
soda straw, sucking only on the tiny mouth at the tip, holding the hairless root between
her thumb and forefinger to steady its twitching, and she tasted the thin, sweet juice
that mingled with her saliva.
Oh, lick it, Terry! Mm! Suck it, honey! Where'd you learn to eat a cunt so good?
Mmmmmmm! This is the first thing I thought of when I first saw you at the train
station – you and me in bed together like this, eating each other. Mmmmmmm...
Harry was working on her swollen clit with a steady tongue-stroke, his slim little fingers
probing deep into her creamy fuckhole and playing along the deep hot crack of her big
ass, tickling her puckering asshole. A gentle preorgasmic spasm rippled through her
belly.
Oh, Terry!... Tom! Silvia widened the circle of her lips a little and pushed them down
over Harry's little boy prick, skinning his foreskin down off the little bullet-shaped head
and running her tongue around and around over the slippery wet flesh. She smiled to
herself when she felt him tense up and heard him grunt into her cunt. Then another
spasm, a little stronger than the last, went through her stomach and she engulfed his
whole boyish prick in her mouth and started sucking eagerly, her head bobbing at the
same tempo as that of Harry's tongue strokes.
Harry began grunting at every stroke, and he started humping his hips, fucking his
mother in the mouth so vigorously that his lower belly slapped solidly against her face
at every jab.
"Uhng, uhng, uhng-!"
Suck, suck, suck-!
Oh, Tom! "-uhng, uhng, uhng-!" Oh, Terry!"-uhng-!"
slap!
-suck-!
SQUIRT!
The hot sweet cum sprang into Silvia's mouth just as her cunt contracted around
Harry's slurping tongue and pumped a gob of foaming cream into his hand – the one
that was inside her – and he stuck the middle finger of his other hand up her clenching
asshole, which made her start cumming like a machine gun. She stuck her own finger
up Harry's asshole, too, and almost choked on the surge of cum that flooded her mouth
and throat.
SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT!...
When they had disengaged and were wiping up, Harry said, "Changed your mind?"
Silvia said, "Shit. You think one orgasm's gonna satisfy me with those two little cuties
in the next room?"
Harry shook his head and sighed. "I'm tellin' ya, Mama, it ain't gonna be easy. Them
kids are both virgins, and they're dumb. I mean, dumb."
"I know," Silvia said with a sexy grin as she tucked her boobs back into the front of her
see-through nightgown. "That makes it even better."
"For you, yeah," Harry said, stepping into his Jockey shorts. "But what about me? If I
go back in there and say, 'Hey, you guys, my old lady wants to fuck you,' shit, they'd
jump right out the fuckin' window."
"Well, you don't say that, dummy. We have to work 'em up to it, like we did with that
little red-headed kid in Atlanta."
"Martin?"
"Yeah, Martin." Silvia rubbed her cunt dreamily, remembering Martin.
"That was different," Harry said. "Martin wanted it, he was just too bashful to do
anything about it."
"Maybe it's the same with Tom and Terry. Tom's as old as you, y'know."
"Shit, I don't think Tom ever had a sexy thought in his life. And I know Terry ain't.
Aunt Em's such a prude. She musta spread her legs twice in her life 'cause she had
them two kids, but I just can't imagine it."
Silvia laughed, remembering the reputation her sister had when they were teenagers
together. "Well, I can!" she said. "She spread her legs plenty when she was a kid. Want
me to see if I can set her up for you?"
"Shit. You must be crazy, Mama. Didn't you see how she acted when that chick next
door came over to talk to Tom this afternoon?"
"You mean that little girl in the bikini?"
"Yeah. As soon as Aunt Em saw her, she says, 'Tom, get in the house! You too, Terry!'
And then she glared at that chick like she was dirt. The chick went away but I saw her
turn around and shoot a bird at Aunt Em. Later on I asked Tom about the chick, 'cause
she's got nice tits for her age and looks like she's hot to trot, and Tom just mumbled
somethin' and wouldn't even talk about it. I think Aunt Em's got 'em so afraid o' pussy
they're prob'ly too scared to jack off."
"Hm. Well, maybe we'd better not push it, then. After all, we're gonna be here two
weeks and this is only the first night. If I can't cop those cherries in two weeks I might
as well turn in my cunt." She glanced at her watch. "Hey, you better be gettin' back in
there. They're gonna wonder why it took you a half-hour to kiss your mama good
night."
"Fuck 'em," Harry said.
Silvia smiled. "I intend to," she said. "Now listen, here's the way we'll start it off..." In
the room next door Tom and Terry Perkins were sitting up in bed, frowning and
occasionally glancing out the window. They were good-looking boys, though they
didn't have the athletic build their cousin Harry had. They had short brown hair, oval
faces and rather soft-looking bodies. Tom was twelve and Terry was eleven. Most every
night about this time they climbed out their bedroom window, which was on the
second floor, and onto the roof of the kennel which abutted the front wall of the house.
But tonight, with Harry sleeping in their room, they wouldn't be able to do it. That's
what they were frowning about.
Tom was sitting on the double bed in which he and Harry were to sleep. Ordinarily
Tom and Terry shared this bed, but now a cot had been set up for Terry, and that
pissed Terry off, too. He didn't see why Harry couldn't sleep on the stupid cot. "Now,
Terry, be nice," their mother had said. "Harry's company." The boys were talking in
low voices.
"Two whole weeks!" Tom said in disgust.
"Yeah," said Terry. "She'll be startin' any time now."
"Maybe she won't do it while they're here."
"I bet she does. She's downstairs and Aunt Silvia and Harry are sleepin' up here.
Nobody would know."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Anyway, we'd still miss it, whether she does it or not."
"How come they're here, anyway?"
"A vacation, I think. Aunt Silvia works in a bar."
"I heard her say somethin' about celebrating some thin'."
"Yeah, her last divorce. I heard Mom tellin' Herb Aunt Silvia's been married five times."
"Well, I wish she'd get married again and stay away from here."
"Me too. Hey, maybe we can sneak out after Harry goes to sleep."
"It'll prob'ly be all over by then. What's he doin' in there so long, anyway?"
"Kissin' his mommy good night like a five-year-old," Tom said.
But this was a defensive remark. The truth was that both brothers were a little
intimidated by Harry's superior attitude, all those dirty words he used, and the way he
embarrassed them by talking about Nancy Sloan's tits, asking them if they'd fucked her
yet and all that. Tom and Terry weren't used to that kind of talk because their mother
strictly forbade them to associate with dirty-mouthed kids like Harry and Nancy Sloan.
They wouldn't have admitted it but they were even more afraid of Nancy, who at the
age of twelve was already known as the neighborhood slut, than they were of Harry.
Tom and Terry Perkins knew only one form of sexual entertainment, and the thought
of indulging in any other scared them to death. But having just this one "sin" made it
just about the most important thing in their lives, and now they were being cut off from
it by this big-mouthed cousin from up north. Two weeks away from that seemed like
two years to them.
"Hey, why don't we turn out the lights and pretend we're asleep?" Tom said. "Then
maybe he'll-" Just then the door opened and Harry swaggered in, his Jockey shorts
sagging down around his hips. He tossed his long black hair out of his eyes and said:
"What do you guys do for fun around here at night?"
Downstairs, Emily had slipped into her bathrobe and was heading to the front door
when somebody knocked on it.
Damn, she thought. It's probably Herb again. She opened the door. It was Herb again.
"Hi, Emily."
Herb Harper was the man Emily had hired to help run the kennel. He was only parttime 
help, coming in for a few hours each day to wash out the pens and take care of
whatever heavy work Emily couldn't handle by herself. He was a tall, gangling fifty
year-old widower who supplemented his small government pension by taking part-time
jobs, and he never seemed to tire of trying to get Emily to go out with him.
Emily sighed and said, "What is it now, Herb?"
"Well, I got to thinkin' about your sister bein' here, Emily," Herb said, removing his
hat and glancing at Emily's boobs, "and I thought maybe... I mean, with her here to
stay with the kids, I thought maybe you'd like to, uh, go to a movie or somethin'. Uh,
with me, I mean."
"Herb, it's late. I was already in bed."
"Oh, yeah?"
Emily answered the horny twinkle in Herb's eyes with a cold look of subtle disgust.
"Yes, and I'm very tired. I'll see you tomorrow, Herb."
"Oh... yeah, sure. Well, maybe some other time."
"Good night, Herb."
"'Night, Emily. Listen, if you don't like movies, maybe we could-" Emily shut the door
and went to the front window where she could see Herb. He stood there for a minute,
looking at the closed door and rubbing the long bulge between his legs. Finally he put
on his hat and went away.
Emily slumped in a chair and wiped the sweat from her forehead. If he keeps this up
I'm going to have to let him go, she resolved.
After her husband's death seven years ago Emily had had an unhappy love affair which
had turned her against men, especially evil-minded men like Herb Harper. She had
turned her mind against them, but from the way her knees were trembling one might
suspect that she had not quite succeeded in turning her body against them. It infuriated
her whenever this happened – the sweating, the trembling – and it made her hate men
more than ever. It was obvious that the hate was only a cover-up for her fear, but she
wasn't conscious of that. She had found a way to do without men – a simple, satisfying
way that was absolutely free of the danger of heartache and frustration. That was how
she liked it and that was how she intended to keep it. If only Herb would leave her
alone...
When the trembling stopped, Emily got up and slipped out the door, moving swiftly on
her bare feet along the narrow walkway leading to the side door of the kennel.
Her husband had bought this place a few months before his death, after which Emily
put it up for sale. Prospective buyers were few, however, and after her abortive love
affair she changed her mind about selling it. It was called The Shady Grove Pet Ranch
and Boarding Kennel. Emily figured the "Shady Grove" part of the name referred to the
single tree that grew on the property, a half-dead fichus about six feet tall that struggled
for existence in the narrow strip of sand between the sidewalk and the front wall of the
building. But why the original owner had decided to call it a "ranch" was anybody's
guess.
The entire "acreage" of this ranch consisted of a pencil-shaped city lot with a frontage
of 30 feet and a depth of 125, and all but a few square feet of it was occupied by the
oblong concrete building that housed the pet shop and kennel and the old two-story
frame house in back where Emily and her sons lived. It was located in a slummy
commercial zone on the outskirts of West Palm Beach, and was sandwiched snugly
between a sewage treatment plant on the north and a paint and body shop on the
south. Behind the house was a junk yard and across the street was a row of rusty
Quonset hut warehouses. Further up the street were some faded duplex apartments and
an old hotel. Nancy Sloan, the daughter of the guy who ran the body shop, lived with
her mother and father in one of the duplex apartments, and Herb Harper was staying at
the hotel.
Emily went in through the side door and closed it quietly behind her. A few of the dogs
in the pens started barking, but that was all right because some of them barked all night
anyway, whether she was there or not. Besides, Tom and Terry knew that she came in
here to "putter around" and "check on things" every night before she went to bed.
"Hush now, darlings," she said to the dogs as she switched on a light. "I'll be right with
you."
There were twenty pens, ten on each side of a central aisle, but at this time only eight
of them were occupied. Even though it was summertime, the pet boarding business
hadn't been too good lately. The boarders were a collie, a boxer and four smaller
mongrels. The other two were Emily's own dogs, Boris and Stanley. Boris was a great
Dane and Stanley was a German shepherd. They were supposed to be for sale, but
Emily never went out of her way to try to sell them. "I've had Boris and Stanley for two
years now," she would tell people.
"I'm afraid it would break my heart to part with them."
In the front part of the building, partitioned off from the kennel, was the pet shop,
where Emily sold dog collars, chew sticks, tropical fish, and things like that. Between
the pet shop and the kennel was a large closet she used for a storeroom. Emily went
into the storeroom and removed her bathrobe. She didn't have anything on underneath
it.
Emily would never win any beauty contests, but still you can't blame a man like Herb
Harper for trying to put the make on her. In one respect she was built somewhat like
Silvia – big tits, big ass, heavy legs, etc. – but unlike her tall sister, Emily was short
and... well, dumpy. However, when she took off her clothes the word "dumpy" didn't
quite seem to fit. Her tits were pendulous but not what you could call saggy. They were
surprisingly full and round and her wide, light brown nipples had thick, blunt knobs
that stuck out about a quarter of an inch. Her ass – while you couldn't call it firm,
exactly – didn't have the sloppy, loose appearance you often see in the rear ends of
women her age. It didn't have any wrinkles or varicose veins or anything like that. She
was a blonde like her sister and had the same tawny-brown cunt hair, but she didn't
have as much of it as Silvia had. She had a little too much of a belly on her, but her
cunt sort of made up for it by sticking out in a prominent and nicely rounded bulge. If
old Herb could have seen her now, he'd have probably creamed all over himself.
She hung her bathrobe on a nail and took a folded quilt down from a shelf in the
corner of the storeroom. Then she went out and spread the quilt on the concrete floor
between the two rows of pens. The dogs were all sitting at their front doors, watching
her with great interest, their tongues hanging out.
"Now then," Emily said, standing up and rubbing the fuzzy hump of her cunt with
both hands. "Who's first tonight?"


Chapter 2

It was the first time in almost a year that Tom and Terry hadn't noticed the moment the
light came on in the skylight. This was because it was also the first time they'd ever
seen a real dirty magazine. Harry had pulled one out of his suitcase, and now the three
boys were lying on the bed, looking through it. Tom and Terry's pricks were twitching
in their pajamas like Mexican jumping beans.
"My gosh!" Tom whispered. "Look at that one!"
"Yeah!" Terry gasped.
It was a color photo of a big-titted young brunette mounted on the hips of a well-built
man who was lying on his back on a bed. The man's cock was halfway into the girl's
fuzzy-cheeked pussy and it was all slick and shiny with her juice. He had his hands on
her tits but you could see her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The nipples
were pink and puffed up. She had her arms up over her head and was smiling down at
the guy.
"Shit, that's nothin'," Harry said. "Take a look at this one."
He turned to another color picture of a girl sucking a big slimy cock while another guy
fucked her in the ass. Tom and Terry just stared at it with their mouths open. Then
Harry turned to another one that showed a beautiful naked blonde sitting on a sofa
with her legs spread wide. There was a fully clothed man on his knees in front of her
eating her cunt. The view was from above so that you could see the guy's tongue stuck
in between her cunt lips. There were other people in the picture, men and women, all
of them dressed in evening clothes, sipping drinks as though nothing unusual was
going on. Except that one man's cock was sticking up out of his fly and one of the
ladies had her hand on it.
The magazine was full of things like that. Tom wondered how they got away with
selling anything like that, and Terry said, "Yeah, and where do they find ladies to do
that stuff?"
"Shit, that's just everyday stuff in the Big City," Harry said. "Most o' the chicks there
make their living like that."
"They do?"
"Hell, yes. Hey, you guys wanta see some real action?
Tom and Terry looked at their cousin. Then they looked at each other. Then Tom said,
"Uh-what d'ya mean?"
Harry grinned and got up off the bed. "Come on, I'll show ya," he said. He went to the
door, opened it and peeked out into the hall. Then he looked back at Terry and Tom
and whispered, "Come on, come on!"
Tom and Terry looked at each other again. They didn't get it, but they got up and
followed Harry out into the dark hallway.
Silvia was sitting impatiently on her bed, still in her nightgown, staring at the bottle top
that was balanced on the doorknob.
Jesus Christ, she thought for the hundredth time. How can it take him so long? Visions
of stiff little pricks swarmed through her head like bats in a cave and she started
rubbing her cunt through the lap of the see-through nightie, getting the nightie all wet
and sticky. All he's gotta do is tell 'em I – Just then the doorknob wiggled slightly and
the bottle cap fell to the carpet.
At last! That was the signal, and Silvia immediately went into action. She got up and
went to her dresser. She examined her profile in the mirror, holding her shoulders back
and thrusting her big tits forward. Her brown nipples showed plainly through the nylon
and the knobs stuck out like little fingers. See that, Tom? How d'ya like them jugs,
sugar? She ran her hands over her tits and down over her belly to the protruding hump
of her shaggy cunt, doing a little bump and a grind, thinking, How 'bout that, Terry?
Then she started drawing the hem of her gown up her big curvy legs. Up... up... up...
Outside the door Terry shoved his older brother away from the keyhole and whispered,
"Hey, lemme look!"
"Sh'"
"Hey, knock it off, you guys," Harry whispered – but not as softly as the other two
boys. "Take turns."
Terry got his eye to the keyhole just in time to see his Aunt Silvia pulling the
nightgown off over her head. He almost fell over on his back. "My Go-!"
"Sh!"
The sight of his aunt's naked body made Terry's head spin. It was all he could do to
focus on those huge white tits jiggling and wobbling in the yellow light, that fat pussy
with all that brown hair all over it, that big white ass – and then Aunt Silvia spread her
heavy thighs and rolled her cunt up so that she – and Terry – could see the whole
length of her long, shaggy crack in the mirror, and then-!
Tom jerked Terry away from the keyhole. By the time he got into position again, Silvia
had gone back over to the bed, stark naked now, and was just stretching out on it, her
feet toward the door.
Ready for a good look, boys? Silvia thought, spreading her legs. The sight of that half
open cunt staring him in the face made Tom break out in a hot sweat. He was panting so 
loud that Silvia heard it, but of course she didn't let on. She just slipped a finger into
the upper corner of her slit and started masturbating, murmuring the words "Tom" and
"Terry" as she rolled her stiff clit under her fingertip. She wanted her nephews to hear
that, hoping they'd get the idea, but Tom and Terry were panting too hard by that time
to hear anything.
They didn't even hear Harry when he said, "Why don't you guys, go on in there and
fuck her?" Or if they heard it their minds didn't accept it. Maybe it was just
background noise. Anyway, they kept taking turns at the keyhole and it went on longer
than it should have, and Silvia got carried away a little further than she should have,
with the result that she was ambushed by a sneaky orgasm. The orgasm cut her off at
the pass and dry-gulched her like a Mexican bandito.
"Ah-ah-ah-!"
"My gosh!" Terry gasped.
"Lemme look!" Tom hissed, knocking his brother out of the way.
"-ah-ah-ah-!" Silvia was clutching a swollen tit with her left hand while the right one
jerked and twitched between her legs, and her mouth was wide open and her eyelids
were fluttering, and her stomach knotted up and her feet came up off the bed in a series
of violent jerks until her legs were sticking straight up in a wide V, and Tom saw some
creamy stuff come bubbling out between her fingers, and – "Move!" Terry hissed, and
then he saw the creamy stuff, too, and the twitching legs up in the air and the whole
bit, and then- "Ah-ah-ohhhhh..." Silvia went limp, like a huge, naked rag doll. How did
that happen? she wondered. Then she realized that if Tom and Terry hadn't come in by
that time they weren't going to come in at all – at least not tonight – and she thought,
Shit, and turned off the light.
Tom and Terry backed away from the door and stared at each other for a minute. Their
faces were red as apples and their pricks were as stiff as nails, sticking out inside the
front of their pajamas like tent poles or battering rams or something. They hadn't quite
creamed themselves but the flannel around their prickheads was all wet with leakage.
Their nuts felt like boiled musket balls. Then Tom grinned. Terry slapped his hand over
his mouth and ran for their bedroom door with Tom right behind him.
"Hey, wait for me," Harry said, bringing up the rear.
As soon as they got inside the room and shut the door, Tom and Terry went into a
giggling fit. While they were giggling, Harry said things like, "Shit, you guys shoulda
gone on in there like I said," and "Didn't ya hear her sayin' your names?" and "Don't
ya know when a cunt's got the hots for ya?" and stuff like that, but Tom and Terry still
didn't seem to comprehend his meaning. They weren't ready for that. They just kept
giggling.
But finally Tom had an idea. This Harry wasn't so bad after all. First that dirty
magazine – he said he had more of them and would leave them here when he went
back up north – and then letting them peep on his mama. He still didn't feel too easy
around Harry, because of the way he came on so strong and all, but still... well, one
good turn deserved another, didn't it? He glanced out the window and saw that the
skylight was lit up. Then he pulled Terry off to one side and whispered his idea into his
brother's ear.
Terry blinked and said, "You think we should?"
"Should what?" Harry said. "What the hell're you guys whisperin' about?"
Terry glanced out the window. "But he's gotta promise not to tell. If Mom finds out-"
"If Mom finds out what?" Harry demanded, studying his cousins suspiciously.
Tom said to him, "You showed us somethin', now we're gonna show you somethin'.
But you gotta promise not to tell what you saw."
"Yeah," said Terry. "You gotta promise."
"Promise what?" Harry said. "I ain't seen nothin' yet."
"You will," Tom said, switching out the light and going over to the window. "If we're
not too late," he added as he removed the screen and climbed out onto the roof of the
kennel. "Come on."
"Where we goin'?" Harry asked. "Just follow us," Tom said. "Yeah," Terry said,
climbing out after his brother. "And keep quiet."
"Whew!" Emily sighed, hugging her German shepherd around the neck. "That was
good, Stanley! Oh, so good! Mmmmmmm!" After a minute, when she'd stopped
breathing so hard, she wiped her cunt with the bushy part of Stanley's tail and said,
"Go get in your cage now, honey." Stanley swabbed her crotch a couple of times with
his tongue, which made Emily giggle, and then went obediently into his pen.
"Good boy," Emily said, standing up and closing Stanley's door. Then she turned to the
pens on the other side of the aisle, grinning at the big dogs and licking her lips. She
usually had two a night, sometimes three. Her gaze fell on the boxer, one of the
boarders. That is, her gaze fell on the boxer's dick. It was a long, bright red, pointed
thing and was now fully erect, sticking so far out of its foreskin that its point was
almost touching the dog's chest.
"Well, Bozo," Emily said, "you look like you're ready for a little fun." She opened his
cage door and returned to her quilt, getting down on her hands and knees with her ass
toward Bozo. "Come and get it, big boy!" she said, still a little short of breath from the
last one.
Bozo let out an eager squeal, and was on her with a leap and a bound.
"Holy shit!" Harry exclaimed.
"Sh!"
The skylight was directly above the scene of action.
"That dog's gonna-!"
"Shh!"
Tom finally put his hand over Harry's mouth to shut him up. Harry's eyes got wider
and wider. Though he'd never actually seen a dog fuck a woman in real life, he had
seen it several times in stag movies and he knew some broads liked that kind of shit.
But prudish old Aunt Em?! It was just too much. He couldn't believe it.
Bozo was hunched over Aunt Em's broad white ass with his forepaws crossed under her
belly and his big square head thrust forward. He was grunting and humping frantically,
making Aunt Em's big dangling tits swing violently to and fro, jiggling and shuddering,
and the drool dripping from his floppy black jowls ran down her sides to her tits and
sent sputtering in all directions from her jerking nipples. But it didn't look to Harry like
the dog had got it in yet.
"Mmm, mmm!" he said, tugging at Tom's hand.
"You gonna keep quiet?" Tom whispered.
Harry nodded and Tom took his hand away from Harry's mouth.
Harry whispered, "Your mama ain't a bad lookin' piece o' tail with her clothes off."
"Yeah, I know," Tom said with a grin.
"Sh!" said Terry.
"You ever balled her?" Harry asked.
Tom looked up at him. "You crazy?" This cousin from up north said the dumbest
things. "Watch now, she's gonna help him get it in."
Down below, Emily laughed breathlessly and said, "Oh, Bozo, won't you ever learn how
to find the hole by yourself? Hold still now and let Mama – OH! That's the wrong
hole, honey! Ha, ha!"
"He almost got it in her asshole!" Harry whispered.
Tom and Terry nodded. Terry said, "Sometimes she lets Boris do it to her that way."
"No shit?" Harry said, pulling his stiff little prick out the slit in the front of his Jockey
shorts.
"Sh!"
"Watch now," Tom said.
Emily reached back between her legs with one hand and after a little groping managed
to get hold of Bozo's long red cock. "Easy now, easy, boy," she panted, wiggling her ass
against the dog's belly. When she got his hard, hot, slimy dick started in her dripping
fuckhole, she slipped her cupped palm to his smooth balls and shoved her ass backward
against his splayed haunches in a sudden, practiced motion.
"Ah!" she cried, lifting her face to the skylight.
The boys jumped back, then quickly returned to their positions. Though Emily's mouth
was wide open, her eyes were shut tight. Bozo was ramming his cock in and out of her
cunt now with the fury of a freight train – wham! wham! Wham.' – and her swollen
jugs, slick with dog spit, were plunging wildly and she was going "Ah!-ah!-ah!-ah!" and
Bozo was going "Gr!-gr!-gr!-gr!" and – Splat! – Harry spat in his hand and started
pumping his prick with his fist.
Tom and Terry looked at him. They looked at his pumping fist, then they looked at
each other. Their own pricks were jerking and throbbing in their pajamas, but...
"-ah!-ah!-ah!-ah!-"
"-gr!-gr!-gr!-gr!-" Without slowing his stroke, Harry glanced at Tom and Terry and
whispered, "How can you guys... watch this shit... without... jackin' off!"
Tom and Terry looked at each other again. Then Tom shrugged and grinned. Terry
shrugged, too, and pulled out his prick. So did Tom.
It had taken them a long time to get over the embarrassment of jacking off even in each
other's presence. It was Tom who had first discovered what was going on in the kennel,
and he hadn't told his brother about it. At that time he and Terry weren't close at all –
not where things like that were concerned. Their mother had taught them that sex was
bad, bad, bad, and Tom figured if Terry saw him jacking off he'd tell her – a terrible
thing to contemplate. But one night Terry woke up and saw Tom out there on the
kennel roof, beating his meat in the glow of the skylight, and he crawled out the
window and sneaked up on him. The first thing Tom knew, his little brother was
crouched beside him, staring with wide eyes and utter disbelief down into the kennel
where Boris the great Dane was fucking his mother. Tom had panicked at first and
tucked his prick back into his pajamas. But Terry enjoyed the show as much as Tom did
and it was clear that he wasn't going to tell on his big brother.
The two of them started watching the action together after that, but it was two weeks
before Tom could bring himself to pull out his dick with Terry there. He hadn't thought
Terry was old enough to jack off, but the kid surprised him by pulling out his own
prick about five minutes later, and for the first time they jerked off together. It was a
great relief to Tom, because he'd gotten used to doing it while he watched Mama with
her dogs and those two weeks had been hell. He'd had to sneak off to the bathroom
every night when the show was over, and by then his nuts would be swollen up like
baseballs. Tom figured it would be the same thing all over again, for two weeks, with
Harry here. But if Harry wasn't embarrassed about doing it in front of them... well, why
should they be embarrassed about doing it in front of him? Terry felt the same way.
By the time Bozo got his gun they were all three pumping happily away.
"Grrrrr!"
"Ah!-oh!-yeah!-" The hot, thick dog cum jetted into her inflamed hole like molten lead,
triggering a powerful orgasmic spasm that sprayed cunt cream all over her thighs and
Bozo's balls and brought her down to her elbows on the quilt. "Give it to me!" she
moaned. "Fuck-! Fuck-! Fuck me! Shoot it up in me! Uhn! Oh! Ah-!"
"Uhn!" Harry grunted, and his prick spat cum on the skylight: Splat, splat, splat!
Tom got off next, followed closely by Terry, and both of them aimed their loads at the
place where their cousin's cum had hit the glass, so that – Splat-!
Splat-!
Splat – their collective ejaculations covered one whole pane of glass, overflowing the
frame and spilling onto the next lower pane. It was a real mess. If, later on when Emily
flopped over on her back on the quilt, she'd tried to look up at the stars, she'd have
found that part of the sky had been blotted out. Luckily, she never paid any attention to
the skylight.
In the morning when Harry woke up he ran straight to his mother's room and told her
he'd been wrong. "Wrong about what?" Silvia asked.
"About them kids bein' too scared to jack off," Harry said, and then he told her about
what he'd discovered.
"Well, I'll be goddamned," Silvia said, grinning from ear to ear.


Chapter 3

"You're just sayin' that," Terry said.
"Yeah," Tom agreed. "You just wanta get us in trouble."
"Well, kiss my ass," Harry said. "Why the hell would I wanta get you in trouble? I
s'pose you ain't even noticed the way she's been lookin' at ya all day, huh?"
Tom looked out the window and watched the car lights going by in the dirty street
below. It was true that Aunt Silvia had been giving him and Terry some funny looks
today, and he didn't know about Terry but it had made him blush a couple of times.
Every time he had thought about what he had seen through Aunt Silvia's keyhole last
night he got a hard-on, which is another way of saying that he had had a hard-on most
of the day. And a couple of times he'd looked up to find Aunt Silvia looking right at his
crotch with that funny smile on her face. Those were the times Tom had blushed. He
felt his cheeks getting hot right now, just thinking about it. It was nine o'clock. Aunt
Silvia would be getting ready for bed... No, it couldn't be true, what Harry was saying.
He was just trying to pull one of his big city tricks on them. Ladies would let men do it
to them, and some of them did it with dogs, but he'd never heard of any woman
wanting a little boy to... No, it just couldn't be.
Harry had been talking, but Tom hadn't been listening. He said, "What?"
"I said, would ya believe it if she asked ya herself?" Harry repeated.
"Asked me what?" Tom said.
"Jesus Christ," Harry muttered, shaking his head. "What the fuck have we been talkin'
about?"
"Oh," said Tom. "I... She wouldn't."
"Well, what would you do if she did?"
"I... I'd... uh..."
"I'd jump out the window," Terry said, "and run like hell."
Harry looked closely at both of them for a minute, then he got up and went to the
door.
"Where are you goin'?!" Tom said, suddenly frightened.
"To the bathroom to take a piss, if it's okay with you," Harry said, and he went out.
But he didn't go to the bathroom, he slipped into his mother's room and said, "I don't
think they're ready, Mama."
Silvia was certainly ready, that was obvious. She was wearing a sheer black backless and
damn near frontless shorty nightgown without panties, and was sprawled out on the
bed in a supers-eductive come-and-get-it pose, hands behind her head, legs spread, her
shaggy cunt blazing like a torch.
"Oh, come on, Harry," she said. "Send Tom in at least. Tell him I want to see him."
"I tried that, Mama. I been tryin' it for the last hour or more. They're scared shitless.
All they wanta do is watch and beat their meat. They don't even want to really do it."
"Okay, I'll go to them, then," Silvia said, and she started to get up.
Harry shook his head. "You'll blow it," he said.
"You're goddamn right," Silvia said licking her lips.
"You know what I mean. If you went in there, I think they'd faint or something. They
might even yell for Aunt Em. I ain't shittin' ya, Mama, I wouldn't put it past 'em."
"Shit!" Silvia said, falling back on the bed. "You really think Emily's got 'em that fucked
up?"
"I sure do," Harry said. "Oh, and speakin' of Aunt Em, I think maybe I'll go down
and-"
"Not tonight you won't, young man!" Silvia said. "Somebody's gonna fuck me tonight,
and if you can't get them to do it then you'll have to."
Harry grinned. "Them little cherries got you kinda worked up, ain't they?"
"Shit, I been watchin' their pricks twitchin' in their pants all day, what the hell d'ya
expect? My goddamn cunt's about to boil over right now."
Harry reached out and patted her hairy mound. "Easy, girl," he said. "Okay, look, we'll
try one more thing..." When Harry went back into Tom and Terry's room, he walked
straight over to the window and looked out. "You can get over to my old lady's
window, can't ya?"
Tom said, "Yeah. That window opens on the roof just like this one."
"Why didn't ya say so last night?" Harry said. "Woulda been better than that keyhole."
"Yeah, it would have," Terry said.
These guys got a lot more eager when it came to peeping, Harry noticed.
"I didn't think about it," Tom said.
"You wanta see somethin' good tonight?" Harry said.
"Sure," said the brothers.
"Okay," Harry said. "Now, look, you don't really believe I been shittin' ya, do ya? I
mean, you know she's hot for ya, right?"
Tom and Terry looked at the floor and didn't say anything.
"You're just scared, right?" Harry added.
Tom and Terry shuffled their feet.
"Well, I'm gonna show ya there ain't nothin' to be afraid of," Harry said, and he
stepped out of his Jockey shorts. His prick flipped up, stiff and straight. "Well, get
goin', what're ya waitin' for?"
Terry blinked at the naked boy, and Tom said, "Uh – where are you goin'?"
"To Mama's room, where the hell ya think?" Harry said, and he left the room.
Tom and Terry looked at each other. Then they ran for the window.
When they got to Aunt Silvia's window they found the curtains wide open and the
Venetian blinds drawn up, nothing between them and Aunt Silvia but a dusty window
screen, and it wasn't dusty enough to mess up the view, not at that distance. The head
of the old iron bed was right up against the window, and so was the head of Aunt
Silvia, so that if it hadn't been for the screen they could have reached in and touched
her wavy blonde hair. And they wouldn't have had to reach much farther of course to
touch her big white tits, which bulged up out of the narrow see-through triangles of her
black nylon nightie. And by leaning over the window sill they could even have run their
little fingers through her shaggy bush of tawny curls. That was visible too, because the
nightie only reached to her crotch even when she was standing up and now she had the
lacy hem pulled up to the top of her hump. Her heavy white thighs were spread, one
leg stretched out on the sheet, the other one upright, bent at the knee, so that when
Harry opened the door – "Hi, Mama."
He would have a perfect line-of-sight view right up her cunt. And she didn't close her
legs or pull down her nightie – and she didn't even seem shocked or even surprised to
see her son standing there in front of her, bare-ass naked with his stiff, red-headed dick
pointing right at her. She only let her raised knee fall sideways to the bed, which made
her thigh-spread even wider than before, and said, "Where's Tom and Terry?"
"Aw, they wouldn't come," Harry said.
Tom and Terry looked at each other and swallowed.
"They wouldn't?" Aunt Silvia said. "How come? Didn't you tell 'em?"
Harry came over to the bed, climbed onto it and sat down right between his mother's
open legs. "Yeah, I told 'em," he said. "But I guess they didn't believe me. They're
kinda dumb about shit like that."
This conversation of course was prearranged for Tom and Terry's benefit. It was
supposed to convince them that Harry had been telling the truth about his mother
without her having to actually confront them with a proposition, which would probably
have scared them to death. It was hoped that that last line about them being "dumb"
would make them mad enough to speak up, make their presence known. But it didn't.
It made them mad, but not that mad. If they'd had any idea that Aunt Silvia knew they
were standing there at the window, they would have run for their lives.
"Shit," Aunt Silvia said. "I was looking forward to it."
Harry grinned, reached out and tickled the shaggy lips of his mother's cunt with his
forefinger. She giggled and gave her pelvis a little upward jerk that made her tits jiggle.
Harry put his wet finger to his nose and sniffed it. "Them kids really got you steamed
up, don't they?"
"Mmmmm," Aunt Silvia moaned, cupping her tits with her hands and squeezing them.
"You know how I am with boys like that."
Tom and Terry swallowed again, but they didn't look at each other that time. They
couldn't take their eyes from that impossible scene on the bed. Tom had already pulled
his throbbing prick out of the fly of his pajamas, and Terry had his pajamas shoved
down around his knees. Both of them were skinning their foreskins rapidly back and
forth over their slippery little prickheads.
"Yeah, well, don't worry, Mama," Harry said, crawling up over her and straddling her
waist. "I'm gonna take care of ya tonight."
Aunt Silvia took his stiff prick in her hand and skinned it back. "You're sweet," she
said.
As Harry leaned forward to untie the shoulder straps of Aunt Silvia's nightie, he
glanced up at Tom and Terry – whose noses were pressed against the screen – and
winked.
This made the boys draw back suddenly. It was just the sort of thing that panicked
most peeping toms. It broke the barrier of security between their world and that other
world on the other side of the window. Be that as it may, they recovered after a
moment and soon had their noses to the screen again. They didn't want to miss the
unveiling of those tits.
Harry untied both bows and peeled the narrow triangles from his mama's massive
bosom. To Tom and Terry they looked as big as volley balls. The fat brown nipples were
all puffed up like balloons and the knobs stuck up hard and stiff like little blunt-headed
pricks.
When Harry started playing with her nipples – pulling at the knobs, twisting them,
pinching them – while she stroked his dick and fondled his balls, Tom and Terry
started to pant like dogs. And speaking of dogs, this was the second time that they
didn't notice when the light came on in the skylight...
"Come on, Boris, you big horny sonofabitch," Emily said, lying back on the quilt and
spreading her legs as wide as they would spread. "Eat it up!"
The huge great Dane lowered his head and started snuffling eagerly in Emily's fuzzy
crotch, his long broad tongue swabbing her parted slit from asshole to clitoris: Slurp,
slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp-!
"Oh, Boris!" she moaned, writhing on the floor and clutching her swollen tits – and
after a minute of that she sat up and wrapped her arms around the big dog's body in a
tight, passionate embrace, grabbing his huge blood-red cock with one hand and groping
for his big balls with the other, but she couldn't reach them because Boris was so
goddamn big.
The first time Harry saw his Aunt Em with Boris it just about freaked him out. Emily
was an unusually small woman, her buxom figure notwithstanding, and Boris was an
unusually large dog, even for a great Dane, so that when they got together to do their
thing... well, Harry thought it was the next best thing to seeing a broad get fucked by a
horse.
In a few minutes Emily's crack was boiling with cunt cream and dog slobber and she
was grunting and groaning with urgent desire. Abruptly, she rolled over, thrusting her
broad, bare ass under Boris's deep chest, between his forepaws, rose to her hands and
knees, and started groping frantically between her thighs for the dog's slimy cock,
crying, "Now! Now, darling! Stick it in me! Hurry! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Turn around!" Silvia panted. "Oh, Jesus!" Knowing her nephews were standing right
there at the window, close enough to touch, watching all this and probably playing with
their luscious little dicks, was about to drive her up the wall. At first she'd thought they
should keep it fairly mild so as not to run the risk of grossing the boys out, but now she
was so fucking hot she wanted to do the nastiest things she could think of – really give
them the whole show and let it all hang out. "Turn around," she said, all throaty and
breathless. "Gimme some tongue!"
After Harry had bared her tits and played with her nipples for a while she had cupped
his smooth firm little ass cheeks in her hands and pulled his crotch up to her face,
wrapping her thick wet lips around his stiff prick, making hungry noises in her throat
as she sucked it and caressed it with her tongue. Then she'd pulled his ass up higher, so
that his spit-slick prick lay along the bridge of her nose, and sucked his hard little nuts
into her mouth. That was when she first heard Tom and Terry panting – she imagined
she could actually feel their hot breath on her face – and it really got to her. She
wanted to show them everything!
Harry said, "Okay, but let's get rid o' this first," and he hoisted her nightie up over her
swollen boobs to her armpits.
"Yeah!" she said, lifting her arms over her head, and Harry pulled the nightie off and
tossed it away.
He turned around, straddling his mother backward, his ass to the window, and lowered
his face to her hairy crotch. "Wow, you really got a hard-on tonight, doncha?" he said
when he saw her thick bright pink clit curling up stiffly out of the upper corner of her
inner cunt lips.
"You bet your sweet ass, I do," Silvia panted, grabbing his hips and pulling his ass to
her face as he started licking her clit. "Oh, yeah! Oh, eat it, sugar! Eat it" She reached
around Harry's hip with her right hand, grabbed his prick and started jacking it,
making his balls go bumpity-bump against her chin, still gripping his other hip with
her left hand. Now she stuck out her tongue, gave his nuts a couple of wet laps, and
shoved it into his little pink asshole.
"Eeeeghle!" Harry cried in a high-pitched gurgle of delight, and as Silvia's long tongue
started shuttling in and out of his asshole "Ahm, ahm, ahm-!"
He wallowed like a pig in the slop trough of her cunt.
Tom and Terry had been whacking off for all they were worth until Aunt Silvia stuck
her tongue up Harry's asshole. When that happened their hands stopped, their hearts
stopped, everything stopped, and they became statues. They'd never even dreamed of
such a thing. It was one thing for a woman to let a dog stick his prick up her asshole,
but a woman sticking her tongue up a little boy's asshole – even if he was her own son
– was something else again. For a few minutes they couldn't decide whether it was the
grossest thing they'd ever seen or the most erotic. Finally, the latter won out and Terry,
forgetting to whisper, said, "Holy cow!" right out loud.
The moment Silvia heard that – Terry was so close it was almost like he'd shouted it
into her ear – her orgasm came over the hill like a cavalry charge, bugles blaring, flags
flying, guns blazing.
"Ahg!" she grunted as the artillery cut loose. "Ahg! Ahg! Ahg!"
"Gahgle!" Harry gurgled, his mouth and nose suddenly swamped with pony soldiers of
hot, lathering cum-cream, and Silvia's hips and belly started bucking and lurching so
violently that if she hadn't had such a tight grip on his prick he'd have been thrown
across the room head over heels like a tiddlywink.
It was that holy cow that had done it. It was like her orgasm had been lurking just over
the crest of the hill, in full battle formation, just waiting for that holy cow. It was the
signal to begin the massacre.
"Ahg! Uhn! Oh! Ah! Gah! Gah! Guh!"
Gush, gush, gush! went her cunt, slaughtering the entire Commanche, Arapaho and
Apache nations and damn near drowning poor Harry. It was a long time before Silvia
stopped cumming, but Harry was used to this sort of thing and he survived. When the
bed stopped rocking he sat up among the dead Indians and wiped the cunt cream from
his face with a corner of the sheet. He looked like the last of the Mohicans. He looked
right at Tom and Terry, who were staring at him with wide eyes and open mouths, and
winked at them.
They blinked and started jacking off again, without even realizing they were doing it.
"Sorry," Silvia giggle-gasped. "I didn't mean to cum so quick!"
"That's okay," Harry said. "Now it's my turn. Get up."
"Huh?" Silvia panted. She didn't think she could get up.
"My turn to give you a ride," Harry explained, giving her a sly wink. "Get up."
"But honey," Silvia puffed, her tits rising and falling like gigantic jellyfish, "I don't think
I can..." Then she understood the wink. Riding Harry would put her face to face with
the boys at the window! If she was careful she might even be able to sneak a look at
them without scaring them off – and they'd get a spectacular view of the front of her
naked body, tits bouncing and swinging in their faces – and they'd be able to see
Harry's dick going in and out of her slit, and-! And she might even get a look at their
pricks!
She almost started cumming again just thinking about it. She said, "Oh... okay then,
honey. If that's the way you wanta do it, that's the way we'll do it. And she returned his
wink.
She moved over and sat up and Harry flopped down on his back in the warm place
where she'd been. His bullet-nosed prick, still stiff because he hadn't come yet, flip
flopped back and forth like the arm of a metronome, and when it came to rest in a
vibrating upright position Silvia mounted up.
Even though she was careful not to look at the window, keeping her eyes downcast,
Tom and Terry instinctively ducked and made ready for a speedy escape. But when they
peeked cautiously over the window sill again Aunt Silvia was still looking down at
Harry, so they held their ground.
She bent down and swung her boobs in Harry's face. They went bump, bump, bump
against his cheeks, and then he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked it: "Um, um,
urn!"
"Mm mmmm!" Silvia purred, smiling and scrubbing his flat little belly with her gooey
bush. "Mm, mm, mm," she hummed, scrubbing as he sucked: "Um, um, um..." And
when she straightened up again – her fat brown nipple coming out of his mouth with a
little wet pop! – and put her hands behind her head, throwing her head back and
thrusting her huge tits forward, so that they loomed up over Tom and Terry's gawking
faces like a pair of Goodyear blimps, she shut her eyes so as not to panic the peepers.
But that took tremendous effort on her part. She was just dying to look at them...
She stopped scrubbing and drew herself up as high as she could get, letting her
outthrust tits swing heavily from side to side and thinking, From here I might be able
to see their pricks... Her eyelids trembled, the lashes fluttering, on the verge of opening,
and then she heard a noise like slishy, slishy, slishy and she thought, I can hear them
jacking off! Oh, God! and damn near got ambushed again by another company of
orgasmic dragoons.
But what she actually heard was her own cunt. It was going slishy, slishy, slishy because
Harry had his prick in his hand and was moving its little head forward and back inside
her hairy crack, each forestroke rubbing over her clitoris which was already as erect as it
had been before her last orgasm. Which was why she almost started cumming again.
She held back, though, and still without opening her eyes said, "Oh, give it to me,
sugar! Stick it in me!" in the throatiest, sexiest voice she could muster.
Harry stuck it in her: "Uhn!"
"Oh!" Her tits bounced from the impact: bloompity-bloomp! And then Harry started
bucking underneath her, buck-fucking her, his hips slap-slap-slapping against her big
ass: "Uhn!-"
"Oh!"
"Uhn!-" Oh! "Uhn!-"
"Oh!" Slap-slap-slap-! And her tits went bloompity-bloompity-bloompity and Tom and
Terry got so excited they forgot to keep their heads down and rose up to their full
height, once more pressing their noses against the window screen, and at that moment
Silvia's eyes sprang open.
There they were! Just as she'd imagined! Their pricks in their hands, their little fists
pumping like hell, their eyes bugging from their heads! – and echoing through the
humping hills came the thundering hoofbeats of the 69th U.S. Orgasmic Dragoons.
"Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn-!"
"Oh, oh-!" Bloompity-bloomp!
"Uhn-!"
Slap-slap-slap-!
But Tom and Terry were so busy staring at Silvia's plunging boobs and Harry's prick
stabbing in and out of her shaggy, drooling, thick-lipped cunt that they didn't even
notice she was staring back at them – not even when she leaned forward and cupped
her hands underneath her tits, holding them up, pointing the swollen nipples right at
their faces, thrusting them as close to the window as she could get them, so close that
she could feel their hot, damp, panting breath on them! Not even when "-oh!-suck-suck
'em!"
Not even when she said that, and it was only later that they realized she must have
been saying it to them since Harry was in no position at the time to suck her tits, the
tits in question having been thrust into their faces and not Harry's. But at the time they
still felt safe and invisible in the screen – insulated security of Peeping Tom Land.
As it happened, Harry and Terry got off almost simultaneously, so that to Silvia it was
as if she could feel the cum she was seeing and see the cum she feeling. The spurts
coming from Terry's prick outside the window, which went whing, whing, whing
against the lower part of the screen, seemed to coincide perfectly with the spurts
coming out of Harry's prick, which went shoosh, shoosh, shoosh up her inflamed hole.
"Uhn-!"Shoosh!
"Uhn-!" Whing!
"Oh!" – and this gave Silvia such a rush that, even though the dead and wounded from
her last orgasm still lay sprawled all over the smoking battlefield of her cunt, she started
cumming again even before Tom did.
"Ah!" Squish!
"Ah!" Squish!
"Uhn! Uhn!"
Shoosh, shoosh!
Whing!
"Uhn, uhn!"
Whing, whing, whing!
Squish! went Silvia's cunt, and the dragoons came down on her with a gut-rending
battlecry, sabres flashing, Gatling guns blazing: Squish! Squish! Squish! – But Tom
wasn't far behind: Squirt! went his prick as soon as he heard Aunt Silvia's guttural cries
– which were similar to the sounds his mother made when she got her goodies – and
saw her belly knotting up in jerky spasms and her tits plunging wildly up and down
like basketballs. Squirt, squirt, squirt! If he'd noticed that Aunt Silvia was leering at him
the whole time, from such close range that if it hadn't been for the screen he might
have shot right into her mouth, there's no telling what would have happened. But he
didn't notice it: Squirt, squirt, squirt!
"Uhn!"
Whing. "Uhn, ah!
"Shoosh!"
"Ahhhhhh..."
"Oh-" Squish!
"Oh-" Squish!
"Oh-!" Squirt, squirt – and at the moment Tom's bug-eyed gaze shot up to Silvia's face
the dragoons finished her off to the last spasm and she collapsed in a lifeless heap on
top of Harry, smothering his face between her tits, so that Tom still didn't know that
she'd been watching him and Terry the whole time, and Terry didn't know it either. But
the suddenness of her collapse sort of startled the young peepers, and they ducked
below the window sill. They were more cautious now, having shot their wads, and they
lay low for a few minutes, crouched there on the roof, absently watching their cum drip
down the wall, panting as quietly as they could.
Silvia and Harry panted, too, not so quietly. As she began to get her breath back Silvia
became aware that Harry was jabbing her in the side. "What the hell-?" Then she
remembered that part of the plan. "Oh, uh," she began, then: "Mmmm, that was good!
Only one thing could have made it better."
"You mean Tom and Terry?" Harry said. Tom and Terry looked at each other. "Yeah,"
Silvia said with a dreamy wiggle of her big ass. "Too bad they didn't come."
"They probably did," Harry said. "Huh?"
"All over the wall out there."
Tom and Terry's eyes widened in alarm.
"You mean-?" Silvia began, in a tone of surprised delight.
"Uh-huh," Harry said. "They been right outside the window the whole time."
Tom and Terry didn't stick around to hear the rest of it, which was too bad because that
was where Silvia invited them in. They might have heard that part of it anyway, if it
hadn't been for Terry, who hadn't had the presence of mind to pull his pajamas up
from his knees before making his mad dash for safety and consequently fell flat on his
face on the roof – after traveling no more than three yards – with a tremendous thud.
"Oof!" The thud shook the roof and resounded through the kennel as though some
giant had mistaken the kennel for a drum and had given it a whap with a mallet, so
that Emily would certainly have heard it if she hadn't been in the middle of an orgasm
at the time.
But the fiery hot cum from Stanley's cock and the explosive, bone-jarring spasms of her
cunt filled up her whole awareness: "Woof!"
Spurt-spurt-spurt! "Gah!"
Squish, squish!
"Gah-!" Squish!
"-gah-!" Squish, squish, squish-! So that the thud that shook the building seemed like a
perfectly natural part of her orgasm. Her sister might have thought the same thing if
she'd still been cumming, but of course she wasn't.
"What the hell was that?" Silvia said, rolling off of Harry.
"Sounded like somebody fell down and busted his ass," Harry said, but by the time he
got his face to the window Terry had recovered and there was no sign of life on the
kennel roof.


Chapter 4

When Terry got to the window of his own bedroom Tom had already dived through
and was nowhere to be seen. Terry scrambled in, rolled frantically under his bed – it
was the only place he could think of to hide – and lay there as quietly as he could,
rolled up in a trembling little ball. It was sometime before he realized that he was alone
in the room.
Tom had bolted straight through the room, out into the hall and was in the bathroom
before he knew what he was doing. It was a spontaneous, automatic thing, probably.
He used to use the bathroom for a hiding place when he was younger, and then later he
used to come in here to jack off – before he and Terry started doing it together out on
the roof – but in those days the bathroom door could be locked. For several months
now the lock had been broken, and as soon as Tom remembered that he panicked again
and started to dash out of the bathroom to find a better place.
But then he calmed down a little and thought maybe he'd better stay put. Aunt Silvia
might hear him if he went out there again. He'd have to go right past her room.
Besides, she probably wouldn't come into the bathroom without knocking. He turned
the light on so she'd know somebody was in there. And then if anything happened he'd
swear up and down he'd been in there for the last half-hour.
Now that he had a plan he began to relax, and instead of standing there in a strain with
his back against the door he went over and sat down on the toilet. The trouble was that
after a few minutes he relaxed so much that he forgot about his plan.
No sound came from the hallway. He stopped trembling and his mind began to
wander...
Could he really have seen what he saw through Aunt Silvia's window? Yes, he really
saw it, it really happened. Terry saw it, too. Harry actually fucked Aunt Silvia. He
fucked his own mother. And before that he... he licked her between the legs, and she...
she stuck her tongue up his asshole. It didn't seem possible but he had seen it with his
own eyes. And gosh, the way Aunt Silvia's big round boobies bounced and jiggled when
she was sitting on Harry, and...
Without even really thinking about it, Tom shoved his pajamas down to his ankles, spat
in his hand and began to jack off again. His prick was surprisingly stiff and hard
considering that he'd just got his gun a few minutes ago, but of course it wasn't iron
hard and throbbing like it had been outside Silvia's window, and he pumped it now
with slow, contemplative strokes.
He remembered Aunt Silvia's shaggy crotch. She's got a lot more hair down there than
Mom's got. Stroke, stroke, stroke.
He remembered Aunt Silvia's tits. The way she swung 'em back and forth across
Harry's face. Bump, bump, bump. Stroke, stroke, stroke.
He remembered the way Harry's prick had poked in and out of Aunt Silvia's cunt as
she bounced her ass up and down on top of him. And that creamy stuff that came out
of her slit. Oh, boy. That was really... Stroke, stroke, stroke.
Then he remembered Aunt Silvia's saying she wished he and Terry were there, and
what Harry had been saying about her wanting to do it with him and Terry. Maybe he
wasn't lying. Maybe she really does want to... STROKE, STROKE, STROKE!
He was about to remember Harry telling her that he and his brother were outside the
window, but just then he looked up and saw Aunt Silvia standing in the open doorway,
looming over him like a colossus, wearing nothing but a smile.
"Hi, there," she said softly. "Need some help with that?"
At first Tom was petrified. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move. Then, as Aunt Silvia
stepped into the bathroom and started to close the door behind her, he came to life,
made a desperate dash for what was left of the open doorway and fell flat on his face at
Aunt Silvia's feet. Her painted toenails came up at him like exploding stars. WHAM!
"Oh, dear!" Silvia said, shutting the door and bending over the boy. His feet had gotten
tangled up in his pajamas, that was what had happened. Otherwise he might have made
it. "Are you all right?" Aunt Silvia said. "Here, let me help you up."
She lifted him easily by the armpits and sat him back down on the toilet seat. "There,"
she said. "Where were you going in such a hurry?"
"I, I, I," said Tom.
"Oh, come on now," Aunt Silvia chuckled. "How come you're so afraid of your old
Aunt Silvia? You don't have to be afraid of me. I just want to be your friend, that's all."
For a minute Tom just sat there, trembling and staring at the closed door, and Silvia
stood over him, staring at his prick, which had shrunk up to about half the size of a
Vienna sausage. Then Silvia got down on her knees in front of him and put her hands
on his knees. She tried to spread them apart but he had his thighs clamped together
like a vise.
"Hey, come on, Tommy," she said, almost in a whisper, the words dripping with
seductiveness. "Look at me."
Tom swallowed, blinked, and tried to look at her face but his gaze got only as far as her
tits and got stuck there. He felt his cheeks getting red-hot but he couldn't tear his eyes
from those huge naked jugs. Silvia was delighted. She arched her back and thrust her
bosom forward, making her tits look even bigger.
"That's better," she said in that same sex-charged whisper. "Do you like my tits?"
Tom swallowed hard and his face turned purple, but he still couldn't look away from
those things, and in spite of his fear and embarrassment his dick began to swell up
again. Silvia noticed that and applied a little more pressure to his knees. Ah! His
smooth-skinned little thighs opened a little, and now she could see his nuts. Her mouth
began to water.
"Well, do you?" she asked again.
Tom opened his mouth but nothing came out. Finally he nodded his head.
Silvia smiled. She had it made now and she knew it. "Wanta touch 'em?" she asked.
Tom's right hand twitched, but he only swallowed again and shook his head.
"No? How come? You can if you want. I don't care. Go ahead, have a feel." She thrust
her tits out even farther, so that they were like two big bright headlights shining right
in Tom's eyes, blinding him.
He blinked his eyes – blink, blink, blink – and with every blink his prick gave a little
jerk and with every jerk it got longer and stiffer until finally it rose up from between his
thighs and lifted its little red head. He said, "N-no, thanks. I-I never-uh-" That rising
prick was driving Silvia crazy, but she forced herself to take it easy. "I know you never,"
she said. "That's the trouble with you and Terry. All you do is look, you never touch. I
mean, you have five senses, right? And if you want to really enjoy growing up you have
to use all of them." She spread his legs a little wider, gently. Oh, God! That twitching
prick! Those cute little balls! That smooth, tight crack between his ass cheeks!... She
took a deep, trembling breath and tried not to let her arousal show too much.
"Well, anyway," she said, "let's get these off before they trip you up again." And she
slipped the pajamas from his ankles, tossing them out of his reach. "There. Now look,
honey, I didn't mean to scare you, coming in here like this and I sure didn't mean to
interrupt what you were doing. I just wanta help, that's all. So if you don't wanta feel
me up, that's okay. If you want to later on – any time – you just go right ahead. So
listen, since all you want to do right now is look, you just go right ahead and have a
good look." Silvia stood up and leaned back against the wall, parting her legs and
raising her arms gracefully above her head.
Tom got a good look all right. That shaggy cunt was right in front of his face now, and
she kept rolling her pelvis forward so that he could see almost the whole length of her
slit. And her deep bellybutton kept winking at him, and she rotated her upper torso
with a swiveling motion that made her huge heavy tits jiggle from side to side, and after
a minute of that Tom's eyes were bulging, his mouth was open, he was breathing hard
and heavy and his prick was standing straight up from his lap, twitching and throbbing,
its shiny red head peeking out of its foreskin.
"How's that?" Silvia said, doing a slow-motion bump-and-grind that ended with a titwiggle. 
She was breathing hard, too. That twitching prick was about to drive her up the
wall. But she didn't want to scare his erection away again. "Aren't ya gonna finish
jackin' off?" she said.
Tom swallowed. His throat was dry. He said, "Uh..." His right hand moved a fraction of
an inch toward his prick, but that was all.
"I thought that's the way you wanted it," Silvia said, "since you didn't want to touch me
or anything. I mean, I'd much rather you'd fuck me, but... well, I don't want to force
myself on you."
"A-Aunt Silvia, I..." Tom's voice sounded like something being scraped over sandpaper.
"... I never... uh..."
"Never had a piece of pussy?" Silvia prompted gently.
Tom shook his head.
"And you'd rather get it off somebody your own age the first time, huh?"
Tom didn't think that was exactly what he meant. It was hard to think straight in a
situation like this. He said, "Well..."
"It's okay," Silvia said. "I understand. But even if you don't want to fuck me, I know
you like to look at me, or else you wouldn't have a hard-on." She smiled down at his
prick. "And what a hard-on!"
Tom's prick nodded its head as if to say, "Thank you, ma'am." Tom felt something
moving across his thigh. He looked down and saw that it was his hand. In a sort of
stupefied trance he watched the hand slide over to his crotch and wrap itself around his
throbbing prick. Holy cow! he thought. What was wrong with that hand? Had the hand
gone crazy? It was one thing to jack off in front of your brother, but in front of your
aunt?! Maybe they did stuff like that up north, but – "Don't you usually spit in your
hand or something?" Silvia asked.
"Yeah, usually," Tom was shocked to hear himself say. He was losing control of the
situation, that was obvious.
"I'll show you a better way," Silvia said, stepping closer to the toilet. "Move your hand a
minute."
The hand moved. It seemed to Tom that his hand, his prick and his voice had ganged
up against him.
"Now, just hold still a minute," Silvia said, and she straddled Tom's knees and started
squatting down over his lap.
Hypnotized, he watched the wet, hairy mouth of her cunt descending toward his
upright prick. She put her hands on the back of the toilet for balance, so that Tom's
head was between her arms and her tits were swinging right in front of his face like a
couple gigantic, overripe grapefruit. When the first sprig of wet curls touched the
bulging head of his dick, Tom stopped breathing altogether.
"This'll get it real nice and slippery," Silvia whispered, and the words were like little
bursts of steam against the top of Tom's head.
The thick wet lips seemed to open up like some kind of hairy clam as they slid down
over his prickhead. Just like Harry's, he thought as his prick slowly disappeared inside
those hot, gooey jaws, and for a moment it was like he was watching this through a
window and that it wasn't his prick at all but somebody else's. But then his face was
right up against those huge, heaving tits, and he felt the heat of them on his cheeks,
and then they were actually touching his cheeks, and-!
"Oh!" he croaked, and his breath came out in a loud whoosh!
"There," Silvia panted. "Now doesn't that feel good?"
She had tightened up her cunt, giving Tom's pecker a sudden squeeze, that was what
made him cry out. It's a good thing she did that, because he'd probably have passed out
if he'd held his breath a couple of seconds longer.
"Well, doesn't it?" she repeated, giving his throbbing prick another squeeze and
rubbing the inside surfaces of her tits up and down on his red-hot cheeks.
"Yeah!" Tom gasped. "It-it-it-!"
It felt that way to Silvia, too, but she said to herself, Don't lose control now, Silvia, just
give him a taste of it – and giggled and forced herself to stand up.
Her cunt went shloop as it released its grip on Tom's prick.
Why did you do that?.' Tom wanted to say, but all that came out was, "Wh-wh-wh-?"
Silvia knew she had him on the hook now. She ignored his inarticulate but obvious
protest and, leaning back against the wall again, said, "There, now it's nice and
slippery."
Tom stared at her, his mouth hanging open, his syrup-smeared prick standing straight
up like a little rocketship ready to blast off.
"Well," Silvia said, running her hands up along her hips and sides to her swollen jugs,
squeezing them from underneath so that the big nipples bulged out even farther, "now
what are you waiting for?"
"What?" Tom gasped.
In reply Silvia let go of her right tit and made a jacking-off motion with her fist.
"Oh," Tom said, and realized that his embarrassment had turned into something else.
He didn't know what it had turned into, but it was gone, and without any further
hesitation he grabbed his prick with his right hand and started stroking it vigorously,
his breath coming in hot little bursts in rhythm with the strokes.
Squish, squish, squish! went his little fist, the warm cunt juice oozing between his
fingers. Holy shit, Silvia thought, squeezing her tits with trembling hands. She had
thought she was going to be able to keep her cool: just give him a taste of it this time,
so that next time he'd be ready for it, ready to go all the way, and... But the sight of
that delicious-looking little prickhead flashing in and out of sight at the top of his fist
was rapidly crumbling her resolve. Her legs began to give way and before she knew it
she was down on her knees in front of him, and her hands were creeping up his thighs.
Tom was beyond panic. He was in a strange new world and wasn't in any hurry to
leave it. He just kept jacking-squish, squish, squish! – as his aunt's face came closer and
closer to his crotch.
Her hands were gripping his hips now, her fingers kneading the soft warm flesh, her
thumbs working inward until they were almost touching the hairless root of his prick.
Tom's fist squished faster and faster: Squish-squish-squish! Her hands on his naked
skin, her hot breath between his legs – it was driving him crazy!
Silvia lowered her face and Tom spread his legs wider to make room for her head. She
came in so close that his flying fist was brushing against the tip of her nose, and then-!
Her tongue touched his balls!
"Oh!" Tom gasped. "Oh,"-squish!-"oh,"-squish!-"oh!"-And then her lips were on him
and-!
"Oh-!" she sucked his balls right into her mouth!
"Um, um!" Silvia moaned: suck, suck, suck!
Squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-squish-!
And just when Tom knew he was going to cum – three or four more strokes were all it
would take – Silvia suddenly gripped his wrist, jerked his fist from his lap, and before
Tom knew what was happening his prick was in her mouth and her full lips were
wrapped tightly around it and her head was bobbing up and down and her blonde hair
was lashing his hips and-!
"Mum!"
Suck, suck, suck!
"Mum, mum, mum-!"
It happened so fast that the stroke-rhythm hadn't even been broken. It seemed to Tom
that his fist had been magically changed into Aunt Silvia's mouth in mid-stroke. He felt
his cum rising up and tried to warn her: I'm-! I'm gonna-!"
"Mum, mum, mum-!"
SPURT!
"Mm!" Oh, yeah! Silvia thought. Give it to me! Give it-!
SPURT, SPURT, SPURT!
"Mm!"
Swallow , gulp, swallow, gurgle! "Oh," SPURT! "oh," SPURT! "oh," SPURT! "Mm!"
The hot cum kept jetting against her tongue-swallow, swallow!-as though it would never
stop. "Mm," suck! "mm," suck! "mm-!"
"Oh-" Spurt!
"Mm!" Gulp.
"Ohhhhh..."
"Mmmmmm..." Harry of course had been watching all this – or trying to watch it –
through the keyhole. When Tom had recovered enough to walk, Harry hurried back to
the boys' bedroom and hopped into bed. It was all he could do to suppress a giggling
fit.
When Tom got there he still seemed to be in a daze. Without turning on a light or
saying a word, he walked zombie-like to his side of the bed and lay down on his back.
For a long time he just stared up at the ceiling. Then he looked over toward Harry and
saw Harry looking at him. Harry noticed a vague smile on his face.
Harry smiled back.
Then Tom laughed weakly.
Harry laughed back.
Then Tom looked over at Terry's cot and saw that it was empty. "Where's Terry?" he
said.
Harry looked at the empty cot and said, "I don't know. Terry?" he called softly.
There was no answer, so he got up and started looking around. Every now and then
Tom would laugh and Harry would laugh back. Finally Harry looked under the bed and
there was Terry, curled up in a ball, sound asleep.
"Here he is!" Harry laughed.
Tom hung over the edge of the bed, looked at Terry and started laughing harder than
ever.
Harry got back into bed and the two of them laughed themselves to sleep.
When Terry woke up in the morning he wondered what he was doing under the bed.


Chapter 5

"Yeah, but you didn't... you didn't really... fuck her," Terry said.
"The hell I didn't," Tom said proudly. "And after I fucked her I made her suck me off.
If you don't believe me, why don't you go and ask her?"
Terry swallowed. "But... how'd it happen?"
"Well," Tom began, "as soon as I got her in the bathroom..." Somehow Harry sat
through the whole thing without cracking up. He thought he would bust a gut in the
effort, but he never let on that he'd watched last night's action through the keyhole. As
for Tom, he got so carried away with his desire to impress his younger brother with his
new sexual prowess that he overlooked the probability that Aunt Silvia would tell Harry
what really happened.
"... And then I stopped fucking her, just when she was about to cum, and I took her tit
out of my mouth and I said, 'Now get down on your knees and suck it.' And-"
"You did not!" Terry gasped.
"I did, too. And she said, 'Oh, Tom!' and I said, 'Down on your knees, Aunt Silvia!' and
she got down on her knees and...
Harry held it in until two hours later when he managed to slip off to his mother's
room. Silvia had been down at the pet shop with Emily. When she came into her room
she found Harry rolling around on the floor. He laughed and laughed and laughed
until his sides ached. Silvia sat down on the bed and said, "What's so funny?"
Harry told her Tom's version of what happened in the bathroom and that started him
laughing all over again. Silvia got a kick out of it, too. Finally she said, "But what 
about Terry? Did Tom tell him what I said?"
"Yeah, he told him, and I backed him up. I told him you'd been hot for his bod ever
since you first saw him. He's scared shitless but he ain't about to let Tom outdo him.
Besides that story Tom told got him so shook up he damn near creamed his jeans just
listenin' to it! Ha, ha, ha! I think it'll work out okay."
Terry spent most of the day looking through Harry's dirty magazines to build up his
courage. He hardly ate a bite at supper, and even though Aunt Silvia spoke to him
several times he just couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye. Emily asked him if
he was sick and he said no, he just wasn't very hungry. She said well, he'd better go to
bed early and get a good night's sleep. He said, "Yes, ma'am," and turned red as a
lobster.
When the boys had gone upstairs Silvia yawned and said, "I think I'll turn in early
myself. This Florida weather makes me sleepy."
"I guess this isn't a very exciting vacation for you, Silvia," Emily said. "I'm sorry, but-"
"Oh, don't be silly," Silvia said. "I didn't come down here for excitement. I get plenty of
that in the city."
Emily smiled, but Silvia saw the moral disapproval in her eyes. "Yes, I suppose you do,"
she said. "But-"
"Anyway, I'm having a great time. I've been wanting to meet my nephews for a long
time."
"They seem to like you," Emily said.
"Harry likes you, too," Silvia said with a wink.
Emily didn't understand the wink. She said, "He does?"
"Sure he does. He thinks you're pretty."
As she said that, Silvia glanced down at Emily's tits – just the way that horrible Herb
Harper always did! It made Emily recall with a painful twinge the kind of life she had
led when she and Silvia were teenagers, giving herself to all those horny boys. She
wanted to tell Silvia that she had outgrown that kind of thing, even if Silvia hadn't, but
she couldn't. They were like strangers now. She took a nervous sip of her coffee, said,
"He... thinks I'm..."
"Uh-huh," Silvia said with a smile. "He told you that?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, that... that was sweet of him," Emily said, washing it down with another swallow
of coffee.
"I think it was an accurate observation," Silvia said. "We're both in pretty good shape
for our age, don't you think?"
"Well, you are, but-"
"And so are you," Silvia laughed, getting up from the table. "Come on, I'll help you
with the dishes."
When Silvia had gone upstairs to bed Emily went into her room and looked at herself
in the mirror. She turned to the left, then to the right, studying her profile. Then she
faced the mirror and lifted her arms over her head.
He thinks I'm pretty, she thought, smiling at herself. I'm too short, but... well, I guess
my figure's not too bad at that. Still facing the mirror, she unbuttoned her dress and let
it fall to the floor. Then she took off her slip and reached back to release her bra hooks.
Letting the bra slide down her arms, she turned sideways to the mirror again, arched
her back and examined her tits in profile...
She noticed that her nipples were puffed up, sticking out in little domes, the knobs stiff,
and at the same time she imagined that the mirror was a window and that Harry was
standing on the other side of it, watching her. She blushed, turned away, hesitated...
then faced the mirror again.
Slowly, and with a sort of sexy boldness, she pulled her high-waisted panties down
below her tawny bush and stepped out of them. She cocked her broad hips and slid one
hand down her belly until her fingers entered the upper curls of her cunt hair...
Then a frightening image flashed into her mind's eye: Harry was suddenly standing
there in front of her without any clothes on, and Herb Harper's long, thick, slimy cock
was sticking out between his legs!
"Oh!"
Horrified and ashamed, she whirled from the mirror, grabbed her bathrobe and ran to
the kennel.
"You gotta promise not to watch," Terry said, "or else I ain't gonna do nothin'!"
"We been promisin' for the last hour," Harry said.
"It's nine o'clock," Tom said. "Get goin'! I told her you'd be there by now. We'll stay
right here and wait for ya."
"You better," Terry warned, and he left the room, closing the door behind him.
After a minute Harry opened the door a crack and peeked out. There was Terry,
standing right outside. "What the hell're ya waitin' for?" Harry whispered.
Terry swallowed and whispered, "Are you sure she-?"
"Aw, shit!" Harry said. "Why don't I just go tell her you're too scared to-?"
"No!... I-I-I'm goin', I'm goin'."
"Well, I mean, if ya don't want to, me and Tom'll be glad to-"
"Just get back in there and leave me alone, willya?"
Harry shrugged, said, "Whatever you say, cousin," and shut the door. He immediately
opened it again, though, and he and Tom watched Terry march slowly down the hall
like a condemned murderer on his way to the gas chamber. When he got to Silvia's
door he took a deep breath and raised his fist.
It seemed to Tom and Harry that he stood that way for about five minutes before he
finally got up enough courage to knock timidly on the door.
At the first knock Harry and Tom spun around and raced for the window.
"Hi!" Silvia said. "Come on in. I've been expecting you."
Terry took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.
Silvia shut the door and stood in front of Terry, smiling down at him. Oh, God, he's
beautiful! she thought, putting her hands gently on his soft, rounded shoulders. He was
bare-chested and barefooted, wearing only his faded pajama bottoms, and it was all
Silvia could do to keep from dropping to her knees and stripping them down to his
ankles. Easy, Silvia, easy, old girl.
"Hey, relax," she said. Standing straight up Terry's eyes would have been almost exactly
level with the outthrust summits of Silvia's tits, but he wasn't looking at her tits. He
was staring at the floor, his head bowed. Silvia put her hand under his chin and lifted
his face. It was red, because he hadn't breathed since he entered the room. "What's the
matter?" she asked.
"Nothin'," Terry said in a strained croak, still holding his breath.
"You don't look so good," Silvia observed.
Terry's eyes bulged from his head. At the window, Tom and Harry were on the verge of
hysteria. Finally Silvia diagnosed the problem: The kid was apparently holding his
breath, as if he were under water. She slapped him on the back a couple of times and
he started coughing.
"My goodness," Silvia said. "Why were you holding your breath like that?"
"I" cough, cough! "I wasn't holding my breath," Terry coughed.
"Do you feel better now? You'd better lie down. Come on," and she walked him over to
the bed.
Terry stretched out like a corpse. Now that he was breathing again, his face was no
longer red. It was a sickly white with a slight greenish tinge.
Silvia sat down beside him, drawing her skirt up to her lap. She had purposely left her
clothes on because she wanted to make the most of this. Drag it out, savor it. She made
sure the crotch of her panties was showing and waited for Terry to look at it. But he
seemed afraid to look at anything except the ceiling, so after a minute Silvia got up and
said, "Just lie there for a while and relax, okay?"
"Okay," Terry said.
"Would you like a drink of water?" she asked as she went over to her dresser.
"No, thanks," Terry said.
Silvia sat down at the dresser in such a way that she could see Terry in the mirror. She
brushed her hair for a while, humming to herself. Then she turned sideways on the
bench, removed her shoes, pulled her skirt up to her hips and unhooked her garters,
still humming softly. As she peeled her nylons from her big long legs, slowly and
gracefully, she glanced into the mirror and saw what she'd been waiting for: a
movement, a twitch, in the crotch of Terry's pajamas.
Once she had turned her back on him, some of his courage had returned, and he'd
been watching her ever since she sat down at the dresser. He didn't notice she was
watching him, too.
By the time she had both stockings off, the front of his pajamas was sticking up like a
little tent, and visions of his prick were flashing in her head like silent firecrackers. 
Slow and easy now, Silvia, she cautioned herself.
Finally she turned around and said, "Feelin' better now, honey?"
Terry swallowed and said, "Uh-huh."
"Good." She got up and went over to the bed. She was pleased to see Terry's eyes lock
boldly on her tits, and she took the opportunity to frown at the two grinning faces at
the window. But the faces didn't go away. "Wanta help me undress?" she said, sitting
down on the bed and drawing her skirt up as before.
This time Terry looked straight at her exposed crotch. Her bikini panties were white
and as sheer as the nylons she'd just peeled off her legs. The thick yellow-brown curls
showed through vividly. Color rushed into his cheeks and his gaze jumped up to her
face. He said, "Huh?"
"I said, would you like to help me undress?" Silvia repeated.
"Oh," Terry said. "Uh... okay."
"Good," Silvia said. "Then I'll-" Suddenly Terry sat up and looked at the window at the
head of the bed, but luckily Tom and Harry managed to duck before he saw them. He
said, "Just a minute," and reached up for the operating cords on the Venetian blinds.
He lowered the blinds and closed the slats. "There," he muttered.
"You think they're out there?" Silvia said.
"I don't know," Terry said, "but that's just in case. I made 'em promise not to, but I
don't trust em.
Silvia laughed and said, "I know whatcha mean." She was pleased with Terry's little
speech. It was the most talking he'd done since he'd come in here, and it showed he
was feeling more at ease in her presence. "Unzip me," she said, turning her back on
him and pulling her hair out of the way.
Terry reached for the zipper tab at the nape of her neck, hesitated, and looked
suspiciously at the door. "What about the keyhole?" he said.
Silvia laughed. "Unzip me and I'll take care of that."
Terry drew the zipper tab down, down, down. Bare skin, bra band, bare skin, garter
belt, bare skin... He got all the way down to the crack of her ass before he saw the
elastic of her panties. Silvia felt his quickening breath on her back. Outside, Tom and
Harry were hissing things like "Shit!" and "Goddamn it!" but all Terry could hear were
the pulsebeats in his ears.
Silvia shrugged the top of the dress off her shoulders, drew her arms from the sleeves
and stood up. She purposely stuck her ass right in his face when she bent over to step
out of the dress. The sight of that enormous butt, which probably weighed as much as
he did all by itself, gave Terry another moment of fright, but it passed as Silvia walked
over to the door and hung the dress on the knob.
"There," she said, turning around to face Terry. "They can't see through that." Smiling
at the little boy's wide-eyed stare, she looked down at herself and laughed. "You can see
through everything else, though, can't you?"
You certainly could. Her big tan nipples showed through the white lace cups of her
flimsy bra as plainly as her cunt hair showed through the front of her tiny panties.
Terry swallowed and said, "Yeah," with a sheepish grin.
Silvia giggled, unhooked her garterbelt and tossed it onto the dresser. "Let's turn some
of these lights off." She switched off the overhead light and the lamp on the dresser,
leaving only the little paper-shaded bedside lamp burning.
Terry was surprised at the effect that produced. The soft yellow light seemed to dissolve
Aunt Silvia's underwear almost completely, while at the same time making her nipples
and cunt hair stand out more vividly than ever. Also, by sort of removing him from the
spotlight, it had the additional effect of making Terry less nervous, so that as she walked
toward him from the dresser he stared straight at her bobbing boobs and bulging cunt,
as if he was no longer in the same room with her.
It had another effect, too – that of making his prick jerk up and down inside his
pajamas like a Mexican jumping bean – and Silvia didn't miss that. She started to bend
over and grab it but restrained herself. Instead, she turned her back on him and said,
"Unhook my bra."
With trembling fingers Terry undid the hooks and Silvia let the flimsy garment slide
down her arms. Then she turned around and those huge naked jugs loomed up over
Terry's face like a couple of bombshells, swinging heavily from side to side, all shadowy
and soft-looking in the yellow glow.
She said, "Don't be afraid to touch." But Terry didn't move, so she reached down and
picked up one of his hands, pressing the hot, sweaty little palm against her left nipple.
After rubbing it around over the fat, hard-knobbed nipple for a moment, she said, "Ever
felt a lady's tit before?"
Terry shook his head. His prick was going twitch, twitch, twitch, straining against the
front of his pajamas.
"Like it?" Silvia asked, moving the hand to her other nipple.
Terry nodded enthusiastically. So did his prick: twitch, twitch, twitch!
Silvia chuckled and released his hand. But the hand stayed where it was and kept going
around and around the bulging nipple. "Wanta take my pants off?" she asked.
Terry's gaze dropped to her thinly veiled bush, and the heavy, sweetish smell of her hot
cunt suddenly attacked his nostrils. He said, "Okay," in a strange, hoarse voice.
"I'll get up here," Silvia said, stepping up onto the bed and touching her hands to the
ceiling for balance. "Harry used to like to do it this way, when he first started fucking
me."
Terry gazed up at her in amazement, the words fucking me echoing through his head
like cannon shots across a canyon: fucking me, fucking me, fucking me... That tall,
buxom figure towering over him, the lamplight shining on the undersides of those
enormous tits, the shadowy pit of her bellybutton, that fat cushion of hair in her panties
bulging right in his face-!
"Go ahead," she said, smiling down at him. "Pull 'em down."
Silvia was facing the window and Terry now had his back to it, sitting on the pillows at
the head of the bed. When he reached up and gingerly took the lowslung elastic
hipband between his thumbs and forefingers, his whole consciousness concentrated on
her crotch, Silvia reached out and carefully pulled one of the cords on the Venetian
blinds, opening the slats.
Harry and Tom threw her kisses of thanks and made funny faces. She winked at them
slyly and returned her attention to the little boy sitting at her foot.
He had only pulled the panties down an inch, but that was enough to allow the first
row of cunt curls to spring out above the elastic. "What're ya waitin' for?" Silvia
chuckled softly. "It won't bite."
Terry swallowed and proceeded with the unveiling, his little hands moving slowly down
his aunt's broad hips until her whole cunt was uncovered in all its shaggy glory. When
he finally got the panties down to her knees – it seemed like it took about an hour to
Silvia – she stepped out of them and spread her legs.
"Ever been this close to a pussy before?" she asked, doing a slow pelvic roll that
revealed the whole length of her slit to Terry's leering eyes and thrusting it even closer
to his face.
He shook his head. He was starting to pant now, and Silvia felt his hot breath between
her legs.
She bent her knees, spreading her thighs wider, and said, "Go ahead and play with it. It
won't hurt ya. It's a tame pussy."
That made Terry grin and after a moment's hesitation he reached up and touched the
hair just above where the slit started.
"Lower," Silvia whispered, fixing her half-closed eyes on Tom's face and running her
wet tongue slowly along her lower lip. Tom wasn't making funny faces now. She saw
his right arm moving in a jerky rhythm and knew he had his prick in his hand.
Terry moved his fingers down to the upper corner of Silvia's slightly parted cunt lips.
The curls there were damp. They got wetter and gooier further down. The lips opened
and closed on his fingertips like some kind of toothless mouth. His fingers were getting
sticky. The cunt-smell burned his nostrils. Goosepimples raced up his spine.
Silvia moaned, groaned and purred and let him play until she couldn't stand it any
more. Then she grabbed his hands – he had both of them between her legs by then –
and pressed them to her cunt. "You better stop now," she said in a breathless giggle, "or
I'm gonna be all through before we get started."
She dropped to her knees beside Terry, pushed his shoulders gently down onto the bed
and stretched his legs out, as though the bed were an altar and she was a pagan
priestess preparing him for sacrifice. Cupping his face in her hands she bent over him
and gave him a long wet kiss, running her tongue in and out of his mouth as if her
tongue was a cock and his mouth was a cunt. When she finally withdrew he was all out
of breath and his prick was harder and stiffer than it had ever been in his life.
"Now it's my turn," Silvia said softly, sliding her hands down from his face to his neck,
to his shoulders, to his heaving chest... Her hands moved over his chest like those of a
man feeling up a girl – squeezing, stroking, massaging-and then she bent over and
kissed his nipples: Suck, suck "mmmmm" suck, suck, suck...
And then her cheek was sliding down his soft, trembling belly, her fingers slipping
inside the waistband of his pajamas. She stretched the elastic upward, holding it open
so she could peek inside. There it was.
Oh, God! The shadowy contours of his stiff stubby prick standing straight up under
that canopy of thin flannel made Silvia's breath catch in her throat. The plump little
mound around the root of the member was perfectly smooth and hairless, and the tip of
the little head was bulging from its foreskin.
Silvia raised her head from Terry's belly and, hunching over his crotch, pulled his
pajamas down to his hips. Automatically he lifted his ass from the bed and she slid the
pajamas down below his crotch.
His prick sprang up in her face. Oh, God, it's beautiful! Never been touched... never
had a mouth on it... never been touched by any hand except his own... And it's mine,
all mine!
She shoved the pajamas on down his legs and he drew his feet out of them. I'm naked!
he thought. And Aunt Silvia's naked! I played with her tits, I put my fingers in her
pussy! I'm in bed with her, and she's gonna-!
"I'll suck you off first," Silvia panted, "and then we'll fuck later, okay?"
"Okay!" Terry gasped.
Tom felt a little twinge of jealousy when he heard that. His little brother was going to
get a blowjob and a piece of ass, the lucky duck. Well, he'd make up for it next time.
Next time he'd – Oh, my gosh! All of a sudden he found himself staring at Aunt
Silvia's big naked ass right in the hole.
She had swung her left leg over Terry's chest, mounting him backwards, ass to face.
Tom's surprise was nothing compared to Terry's. That big shaggy snatch smacking in
his face, those huge round ass cheeks looming over him, that puckering hole behind the
gooey gash, those hot heavy vapors filling his nostrils! He was so shocked that for a
minute he didn't even realize that Aunt Silvia had his balls in her mouth.
She had spread his little legs wide, propping them open at the knees with her arms, and
now she had her nose jammed into the crack of his plump little ass, pressed right
against his hole, and was sucking hungrily on his nuts.
"Mm, mm, mmmmmm!" she moaned as she sucked. Her tits lay heavily on Terry's
belly and his prick was twitching and jerking against her neck, getting her adam's apple
wet and slippery. She rolled his hard little balls around in her mouth, kneading them
with her tongue, probing his asshole with her nose. "Mm," suck, suck "mm," sniff, sniff
"mmmmmm!"
By the time she let his nuts slip out of her mouth Terry's shock had turned into intense
excitement. What a view! Her crotch looked entirely different from this angle than it
had before when she was standing over him. From here he could see the entrance of the
deep hole at the bottom end of that hairy mouth, and he thought, That's where you
stick your dick in!
He brought his hands up between her thighs and pried the fat lips open with his
fingers. There was her clit at the other end of the slimy slot. Her tongue was traveling
slowly up the underside of his prick. She had his wet balls in her hand. A finger probed
gently at his asshole. The clit looked hard and swollen, like a little prick. He touched it
"Ohhhhmmmm!" Silvia cried as her lips slid tightly down over the head of Terry's dick.
And the fluted inner lips of her cunt rippled strongly, the hard knob of her clit
twitching under his fingertip, and he saw some milky froth come out of her fuckhole.
His panting became heavier as he lifted his head, bringing his face closer and closer to
that secret valley of flesh...
Silvia could now feel his hot bursts of breath on the supersensitive inner folds of meat
inside her cunt, and it damn near drove her crazy. She began to suck at an almost
frantic rhythm, her head bobbing furiously, her thick lips squishing up and down that
little throbbing shank, her drool running down over his nuts, her boobs bumping and
her big stiff nipples scraping his smooth belly!
And then Terry did something that took Silvia completely by surprise. It took Tom and
Harry by surprise, too. But nobody was more surprised than Terry himself. It happened
like this.
Terry got to thinking about how Aunt Silvia had stuck her tongue up Harry's asshole
last night, and the more he thought about it the hotter he got, and Aunt Silvia's hot,
wet, sucking mouth kept sliding faster and faster up and down his straining prick, and
he lifted his head higher and higher until his cheeks were right up against the much
larger cheeks of Aunt Silvia's butt, his nose in the open crack, his little hands clutching
those great soft hills of flesh, her cunt beard tickling his chin, and all of a sudden he
had his tongue in her asshole.
"UMH!" Silvia cried in mid-suck.
"Holy shit!" Harry exclaimed, and Tom shot his wad-whang! whang! whang!-against
the window screen.
And as soon as Terry realized what he had done he came, too.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Filling Silvia's cheeks with hot, sweet, virgin cum before she recovered enough to start
swallowing it.
SPURT! I got my tongue in her asshole! SPURT, SPURT, SPURT!
Gulp! He's got his tongue in my asshole! Gulp, gulp, gulp!
Whang! He's got his tongue in her asshole! Whang, whang, whang!
Silvia's spasming cunt gushed hot cream all over Terry's chin and neck, and they came
and they came and they came...
Finally Tom dropped to his knees, exhausted. He turned to Harry and opened his
mouth to say something, but he didn't say it because Harry wasn't there. He wasn't
over at the skylight, either. He was nowhere to be seen.
Emily was just coming back from the kennel. She slipped quietly in the front door and
got all the way to her bedroom door before she got the feeling something was wrong.
With her hand on the doorknob she turned and looked around the dark living room...
She saw a patch of white where no patch of white should have been. Her hand froze on
the knob. She stopped breathing. Somebody was in the room. She was terrified. Had
Herb or some other sex maniac sneaked in here to?!
Then the white patch moved toward her.
"Hi, Aunt Em."
It was Harry! The white patch was his Jockey shorts.
"Harry! Oh, my goodness, you scared me to death! What are you doing hiding down
here?"
"I ain't hidin'," Harry said, stepping up close to her. "I was just waitin' for ya to get
back."
Emily's relief instantly changed to apprehension, not to say panic. She said, "Oh, well,
I, uh, just went out to, uh-"
"Fuck the dogs," Harry said.
Emily started, as if she'd been struck in the face. "What did you say, young man?'!" she
hissed.
Harry chuckled softly. "Who were the lucky mutts tonight? Bozo? Boris? Stanley?"
Emily's voice trembled with fear and rage. "Would you like me to go up and tell your
mother what you said to me? – the kind of language you used?"
"Go ahead if you want to," Harry said. "I don't give a shit."
Emily didn't know what to say. She just stood there trembling.
Harry laughed and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Em. I just want ya to be nice to me, that's
all."
Emily didn't understand. "Nice to you?" she gasped.
"Uh-huh. If you treat me as good as you treat those dogs, I won't say a word to
nobody."
Emily stared at him, the color rushing to her cheeks. She was glad it was dark. That
made it easier to imagine that maybe this was just a dream – a nightmare. But if it was
real...!
Without another word she darted into her room and slammed the door behind her. She
stood there for what seemed a long, long time with her back against the door, eyes shut,
breathing heavily. Just when she thought Harry must have gone away, he spoke again,
very softly and confidently.
"I'll come to see ya tomorrow night. About nine."
Emily didn't say anything, and after a while she heard Harry's bare feet padding up the
stairs. She managed to stagger over to her bed before collapsing in a dazed stupor, and
remained that way for about an hour. Her mind was a blank but she didn't fall asleep.
Finally she sat up and switched on a lamp. Then she stood up, slipped her bathrobe off,
and – as if she were walking in her sleep – went over to the dresser and looked at her
naked body in the mirror...


Chapter 6

The following evening the residents of Shady Grove Pet Ranch again retired early.
Downstairs, Emily was sitting on the edge of her bed, fully clothed, her sweating hands
clasped in her lap. The only light in the room came from the full moon rising over the
junk yard behind the house. The dusty rays came through the window and touched
Emily's feet like white hands.
Upstairs, Silvia was getting ready for another night of fun and games: making up her
face, brushing her hair, perfuming her tits, flavoring up her cunt, powdering her bush,
trying on several sexy see-through nighties, admiring herself in the mirror, and so forth.
On the other side of the wall that separated Silvia's room from the kids' room Tom and
Terry were standing in a strain. They had their ears pressed against the wall. They were
naked and they both had hard-ons. Earlier, in an attempt to reestablish his big-brother
superiority – which had been shaken by what he'd seen through Aunt Silvia's window
last night – Tom had said, "I dare ya to walk in there naked tonight," and Terry had
said, "I will if you will," so that's why they were naked. Aunt Silvia wanted them both
to come and see her tonight.
Harry was supposed to go with them, but he said he didn't feel like it. "I think I'm
gettin' the flu or somethin'," he had said. "You guys better go on without me." He was
naked, too, and he also had a hard-on, but he wasn't standing in a strain. He was lying
on the bed with the sheet pulled up to his chest and his prick tucked between his legs,
trying to look sick.
Aunt Silvia had said she would signal the boys when she was ready for them, and that's
what Tom and Terry were waiting for. It came finally at about ten after nine: a knock
knock-knock on the wall. "That's it!" Tom whispered. "Let's go!" Terry said, and they
both rushed out into the hall, their stiff little pricks flipping up and down, without even
a goodnight or a hope-you're-feeling-better-soon or a kiss-my-ass to poor Harry.
As soon as he heard his mother's door open and close, "poor" Harry threw off the sheet
and jumped out of bed. In less than thirty seconds he was downstairs, standing before
his Aunt Em's bedroom door, stark naked.
In the kennel the dogs were barking absent-mindedly at passing cars and airplanes.
Some of them – notably Boris and Stanley – kept looking impatiently in the direction
of the side door. Mack the collie was licking his cock and muttering to himself.
Knock, knock, knock. "Aunt Em?" No answer.
"It's me, Aunt Em."
Inside, Emily was still sitting on the bed, her back to the door, staring down at her
moonlit feet. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "Come in," in a shaky, barely
audible voice.
She heard the door open and click shut, bare feet pad-pad-padding through the
darkness, crossing the room, rounding the corner of the bed...
"Hi," Harry said. "Sorry I'm late. Had to wait'll Tom and Terry went to sleep."
Emily was afraid to look at him, but out of the corner of her eye she saw that he was
naked. It made a chill – or a thrill – run up her spine. His stiff prick was spotlighted by
a moonbeam, close enough for her to reach out and touch. But beneath the shock
inspired by his brazen nudity was a vague feeling of relief: at least his prick wasn't big
and gross like Herb Harper's as she had imagined the other day.
"Ready to have some fun?" Harry said, reaching out to touch her hair.
Emily cringed away from him. "You can... do what you like," she said in a cold,
trembling voice. "I don't have any choice."
"Hey, it might not be as bad as ya think," Harry said, stroking her hair. "Come on,
loosen up, Aunt Em."
Emily didn't loosen up. She said, "How do I know you'll keep your promise?"
"About the dogs?" Harry asked. Emily didn't answer. He said, "I guess you don't." His
fingers moved down along her neck and slipped inside the high collar of her oldfashioned 
dress...
"Just... get it over with," Emily said tensely.
"Well, first we gotta get these clothes offa ya," Harry said, and he got down on his
knees at her feet.
Emily's breathing quickened as she watched the naked boy take off her shoes, but she
didn't do anything to stop him. But when he lifted the hem of her skirt and started to
push it up above her knees, she instantly clamped her thighs together and held the skirt
down with her hands. It was an automatic response, and she knew it was stupid even as
she did it.
Harry sighed and looked up at her. "Aw, come on now, Aunt Em."
After a moment Emily slowly removed her hands from her knees and relaxed her
thighs. She closed her eyes and tried to think about something else. She felt the hem of
the skirt being pushed up to her lap, hot little hands peeling the stocking from her left
leg... then from her right leg. She held her breath as the hands slid up her naked thighs
to her hips, slipping underneath her skirt, the little fingers hooking into the elastic
waistband of her panties, the elastic skidding down her belly...
"Wanta lift your ass a second, Aunt Em?" And then she heard him say, "Thanks," and
realized that she'd done what he asked.
Oh, Lord, she thought as Harry drew the panties down her legs and lifted them from
her feet. "There we go," Harry said, standing up with the panties in his hands. "Now,
doesn't that feel better?"
Harry climbed onto the bed and as he went around behind her on his knees she felt his
prick rub against her right arm. It was wet and slick and... stiff and... Oh, God! Now he
was unzipping the back of her dress, pushing it off her shoulders... and again she was
surprised to find herself cooperating, drawing her arms from the sleeves... and then the
top of the dress was lying around her hips, the skirt bunched up in her lap...
As soon as Harry started to unhook the backhand of her bra her eyes snapped open
and the moonlight from the window washed over her like a wave. That was it: I'll jump
out the window! I'll kill myself! I'll-.' But then the tight bra released its hold on her and
she felt Harry's wet prick on her back, its hot underside pressing against her spine,
sliding up and down, and his hands were moving under her arms, caressing the outer
swells of her breasts, cupping her nipples... and she abandoned the plan to kill herself:
It wouldn't have worked anyway. It's only a few feet to the ground. She was breathing
very hard now and felt she was becoming delirious. I'm not responsible for my actions,
she thought, letting the bra slide down her arms and fall to the floor. "You got nice tits,
Aunt Em," Harry said softly in her ear as he massaged her big boobs and gently
pinched her swollen nipples. He was on his knees behind her, humping against her
back, his slippery prick slithering up and down her spine as he pawed her tits.
His smooth, firm-muscled chest pressed against her, rubbing, rubbing, his quickening
breath burned her ear, she felt his hard little balls... and then his hands left her heaving
tits, slipping down to her belly and inside the wadded-up dress...
"Oh..." She didn't think she said it aloud but she did: "Oh... oh... oh..."
"Hm, hm, hm," Harry chuckled.
His fingers were in her cunt hair now, tickling, scratching, slithering through the thin
curls, lower and lower and "Oh!" It was a hoarse, breathless gasp and her thighs
suddenly sprang open. "Yeah," Harry whispered in her ear. "That's better."
He had a finger in her cunt, up near the top of the slit. The finger located her clitoris.
That was when she realized how hot she was. Her clit was hard and enlarged, slick with
secretions. She looked down at the front of her naked body and saw, even in the dim
moonlight, how swollen her nipples were, the thick knobs sticking out like fingers. And
she watched the hands moving in her crotch, her thighs spreading wider and wider, and
realized she was pressing back harder and harder against Harry's naked body, and!
"Wow," Harry said, massaging her stiff clit with the middle finger of his right hand and
slipping all four fingers of his other hand into the lower part of her juicy slit. "You're
really ready, ain'tcha, Aunt Em?"
Emily just kept moaning: "Oh... oh... oh..." By now she was in another world, she was
somebody else, it was like a wonderful, sinful wet dream, and she didn't give a shit any
more. She caught the bunched-up dress at her hips, yanked it down off her ass and
kicked it off. She was naked.
"Hey, now that's more like it," Harry said.
I'm naked! Naked! He likes my tits! And my cunt – he likes my cunt, too! His prick-!
His prick is so hard-smooth-wet-hot-rubbing on my back!
"Oh!-oh!-oh!-" He's got his little hands in my cunt-! "Get up here on the bed, Mama,"
He called me Mama!
"I'm gonna fuck your big hot ass off! I'm gonna-"
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
"Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Come on! Stick it in my cunt! Now! Now! Oh-!"
Surprised, Harry knelt there on the bed for a second, staring down at his aunt's big
moonlit ass, which was wagging and jerking frantically. She had thrown herself from
the bed in a kind of spastic convulsion and now she was on her hands and knees on the
floor, crying. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, please!-" and stuff like that.
"Dog style?" Harry said.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!-"
"That figures, I guess," Harry said to himself with a grin, getting down on his knees
behind her and sticking his dick into her drooling cunt.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!"
"What was that?" Silvia said, raising her head from Terry's crotch.
"Aw, shit!" Terry panted, tugging at her ears. "Don't stop, Aunt Silvia! I'm just about to
shoot!"
"What was what?" Tom said, halting his stroke.
Silvia was on her knees and elbows on the bed, sucking Terry's prick while Tom fucked
her in the ass. He had it in her cunt at first, but at her suggestion he'd changed holes.
"I thought I heard somebody yell or something," Silvia said.
"I didn't hear nothin'," Tom said.
Terry said, "Neither did I. Come on, Aunt Silvia," and he kept tugging on her ears and
jabbing his spit-slick prick at her face: "Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn-!"
"What was that you said about Harry?" Silvia asked.
"He said for us to go ahead, he didn't feel good," Tom said.
"Uhn, uhn, uhn," said Terry.
"Hmmm," Silvia mused. But after a moment she shrugged, said, "Oh, well," and went
back to sucking Terry's prick: "Um, um, um, um!"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
And Tom got a new grip on the naked woman's broad hips and started humping again
with renewed vigor. His belly went slap! slap! slap! against the great round cheeks of
her ass.
Suck, suck, suck!
"Um, um, um-!"
"Ah, ah, ah-!"
Slap! slap! slap! "Uhn, uhn, uhn-!"
"Here it-! Here it comes, baby!"
"Oh, yes! Yes! G-g-g-give it to me! I'm-I'm-Uhn!"
SQUIRT! went Harry's prick.
"-cumming!" Emily cried, and her cunt went SQUISH! "Uhn!" SQUIRT, SQUIRT!
"Oh-!" SQUISH, SQUISH!
SQUIRT-!
SQUISH-!
Later: Emily was lying on her back on the bed, spread-eagle, breathing easily, a dreamy
smile of satisfaction of her face, while Harry lay beside her, propped up on one elbow.
He was casually fiddling with her nipples, and she was rolling his limp little prick
around in her hand and gently fondling his balls.
He said, "How come you acted like you didn't want to fuck me?"
She said, "I don't know. I don't think I knew." He said, "Knew what?"
"That I wanted to fuck you."
"Oh."
Harry rubbed her belly. His hand went slowly around and around. She squeezed his
balls lightly and he scratched around in her cunt hair.
He said, "I like your bush. You don't have as much hair as..." He broke off.
She said, "As who?"
He said, "Oh... nobody particular." He had started to say she didn't have as much cunt
hair as his mother but had thought better of it. Instead he said, "How come you never
made it with Tom and Terry?"
Instantly Emily tensed up and stopped fondling Harry's balls. She didn't say anything.
Meanwhile, in the kennel, Stanley had gone to sleep, but Boris was still staring at the
side door. He had his chin on his paws and a sort of disgusted look on his face. Mack
had gone to sleep, too, but he still had his hard-on. His haunches kept twitching as
though he were having a wet dream. A few of the smaller dogs were still barking, out of
habit, at passing cars and airplanes. It was a pretty dull night in the kennel.
Finally, Emily said, "They're not like you and me. They're nice boys."
Harry said, "Uh-huh."
She started playing with his dick again.


Chapter 7

The next morning Silvia woke up early, untangled herself from Tom and Terry who
were still in bed with her, sound asleep, and got up. On her way to the bathroom she
caught Harry sneaking back upstairs. He was naked.
"Aha," Silvia said. She was naked, too.
"Mornin', Mama," Harry said with a sleepy grin.
"And where have you been, may I ask?"
"Downstairs."
"Downstairs in your Aunt Em's bedroom by any chance?"
"You guessed it," Harry said, stumbling into the bathroom and lifting the toilet seat. He
yawned and started pissing, holding his prick with one hand and rubbing his eyes with
the other.
"Sneaky bastard," Silvia said, following him into the bathroom.
"That's not my fault," Harry said. He said that every time she called him a sneaky
bastard. Though Harry bore the name of Silvia's next-to-last husband, Smith, he was
not Smith's son. He was the accidental result of some backroom encounter – Silvia was
never able to figure out just which encounter – during the interval between her third
and fourth husbands, Smith and Creech. Harry maintained that being a bastard was
what made him sneaky.
Silvia chuckled and said, "Hurry up, I gotta go, too."
Harry shook off his prick and his mother sat down on the pot. "How was it?" she
asked, cutting loose with a tremendous torrent.
"Damn fine pussy," Harry said.
"Yeah? What happened?"
"Well, first I fucked her dog style-" Silvia laughed at that.
"-and then she sucked me off, and then I ate her box, and... I don't know, it just went
on and on. Once she got started, she just didn't wanta stop. Damn near killed me," he
yawned. "
"Well, I'll be goddamned," Silvia said, wiping her cunt with a handful of toilet paper.
"Maybe there's hope for the old girl after all."
"Yeah, well, I hope she don't give up them dogs altogether," Harry said, slumping
against the wall. "I won't last out the week if I gotta take care of her all by myself."
"Well, hell, you and them dogs ain't the only ones around here with dicks between
your legs," Silvia said.
"Tom and Terry?" Harry snickered weakly. "She says they're nice boys and wouldn't do
nothin' like that."
"Uh-huh," Silvia said, bending over the lavatory and splashing water in her face. "Those
nice boys are fucked-out in my bed right now."
"That's where I'm goin', too," Harry yawned, staggering out of the bathroom.
"Where?" Silvia called to him.
"To bed," Harry said, and he shuffled into the kids' room and collapsed on the bed.
He was still there at noon, when Emily sent Tom and Terry to the store to get some
groceries.
To get to the grocery store Tom and Terry had to pass by the duplex apartment where
Nancy Sloan lived. Her bedroom window was near the sidewalk and her bed was right
up against the window. Nancy was propped up on the bed with her hand inside her
bikini panties, which was all she had on. Nancy really did have nice tits for a twelve
year-old-firm little domes with prominent pink nipples, and her legs and ass were nice,
too. She even had a little fuzz on her pussy, but not much. When she saw Tom and
Terry coming up the sidewalk she slipped into an old sleeveless shirt, without bothering
to button it up, and slid over to the window.
"Hey," she called, "where you guys goin'?"
Uh-oh, thought Tom and Terry. They'd hoped to get past without her seeing them.
Nancy's aggressiveness scared them to death, and their recent experience with Aunt
Silvia didn't seem to have changed that. Tom glanced at her without slowing down and
said, "To the grocery store."
"Hey, what's your hurry? C'mere a minute." Nancy enjoyed fucking more than
anything else in the world, but the thing she enjoyed most besides that was
embarrassing bashful boys like the Perkins brothers.
Reluctantly, Tom went over to the window and Terry followed. "What d'ya want?"
"Where's your friend?" Nancy asked.
The boys blushed when they saw that her shirt was unbuttoned, hanging open so that
the inside swell of one of her suntanned tits was bare almost to the nipple. Tom
swallowed and said, "Who?"
"You know, that kid that's stayin' with y'all."
"Oh," said Tom.
"He's sick," Terry said.
"Shit," Nancy said. "Hey, there's nobody here but me. Why don't you guys come on in
for a while?"
"We gotta go to the store," Tom said, turning to walk away.
"Yeah, we gotta get goin'," said Terry, following his brother.
"Are you sure you don't wanta come in for a while?"
Tom looked back at her over his shoulder and said, "We gotta..." And then he broke
off. Terry stopped, looked at Tom, then followed his gaze. They were only a couple of
paces from the window.
Nancy had stripped off the shirt and was kneeling there on the bed, smiling
mischievously at them, her head cocked to one side and her little pink nipples almost
touching the window screen. Anybody driving by in a car or walking past on the
sidewalk could have seen her. But nobody could have had a better view than Tom and
Terry.
Finally, Tom swallowed and said, "You better... stop that, Nancy. Somebody'll... see ya."
Nancy said, "I don't give a shit," and she hooked her thumbs into the hipband of her
panties.
Terry didn't say anything. He just stood there with his mouth open, gawking.
Nancy started pushing the panties down over her slim, suntanned hips. "You sure you
don't wanta come in?" Down, down went the panties. "Daddy's at work and Mama
won't be back till late." Down, down. "We would have a party."
The little girl's crotch was a couple of inches above the window sill. She kept pushing
her panties down until her plump little pussy mound stuck out over the elastic,
revealing about an inch of her slit. There was a little half-moon of thin, silky fuzz
around the dent where the slit started. Even her pussy was tanned, and the fuzz was
sunbleached. For some reason, that dainty little twat was more frightening to Tom and
Terry than Aunt Silvia's big shaggy gash, but still they couldn't tear their eyes from it.
"C'mon in and I'll let ya see the rest of it," Nancy teased, pressing her thighs against
the window sill.
Just then a rattly old car full of teenage boys came zooming down the road, screeched to
a skidding stop and backed up. There was a lot of whooping and wolf-whistling, and
that seemed to break Tom and Terry's paralysis. Tom spun around-"Come on!"-and
Terry was right behind him, and they ran away as fast as their legs would carry them.
But they couldn't outrun Nancy's jeering laughter: "CHICKENSHITS! HA HA HA
HA HA HA!"
They didn't see the boys pile out of the old car, run across the street and converge in a
tight huddle around Nancy's bedroom window. But just before they rounded the corner
to the grocery store they looked back and saw the last of the boys disappearing through
the front door of the apartment...
Meanwhile, back at the Ranch, Emily and Silvia were sitting at the kitchen table having
a cup of coffee. They were chit-chatting about this and that, but it was more chit than
chat, with Silvia doing the chitting. Emily's mind was apparently elsewhere. Silvia
decided to see if she could get a rise out of her. In the middle of a one-sided discussion
about going to the beach, she dropped this little bomb: "I hear you and Harry had a
little fun last night."
It worked. Emily choked on her coffee and had a coughing fit. Silvia said, "Oh, dear,"
jumped up and started pounding her sister on the back. When Emily stopped coughing,
Silvia chuckled and said, "What happened?"
"I... I guess it... went down the wrong way," Emily stammered.
"Uh-huh," said Silvia, sitting down beside her. "It was what I said, wasn't it?"
Emily turned pale.
"About you and Harry, I mean," Silvia said.
"I... I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, come one, Sis," Silvia said and laughed. "You damn near fucked him to death last
night and now you don't know what I mean?"
Emily jumped up and turned from white to purple. "How dare you say such a-such
a-?!" And she collapsed into her chair, covered her face with her hands and started
crying.
"Aw, come on, Sis," Silvia said in a soothing voice, putting her arm around Emily's
shuddering shoulders. "Hell, it's nothin' to be ashamed of. I fuck him, too."
"It wasn't my fault!" Emily sobbed. "He started it!" Sob, sob!
"He... he seduced me!"
"Sure, sure," Silvia said. "I know. Stop crying now and let's-" Suddenly Emily took her
hands from her face and looked up at her sister, eyes wide and mouth open. She had
turned pale again. "What did you say?" she gasped.
"I said, stop crying now and let's-"
"No! Before that!"
"Before that?... Oh, I said, I fuck him, too."
"You-you?"
"Sure, why not?" Silvia said. "He's a fine little piece o' cock, ain't he?"
"Oh, Silvia!" Emily cried, cringing away from her sister. "How-how could you? Why,
he-he's your own-your own son!"
"So what?" Silvia said, getting a little pissed off at Emily's attitude. "Look, before you
come on with any more o' that self-righteous shit, lemme tell ya it's a lot healthier to
fuck your own son than to let a bunch of mangy dogs stick their nasty pricks in ya
every night."
She may as well have dumped a bucket of ice water over Emily's head. The poor
woman froze and seemed to go into a state of shock. She said, "He promised!" but it
was just a hissing, under-the-breath exclamation and Silvia didn't hear it.
"Aw, hell, Sis, I'm sorry I-"
"Leave me alone!" Emily cried, and she jumped up from the table, knocking her chair
over, rushed into her room and slammed the door.
Silvia didn't follow her. She just shrugged, poured herself another cup of coffee and sat
down to wait. About a half-hour later Emily emerged. She wasn't crying any more and
seemed to have composed herself. She came over to the table and sat down.
"Want me to get ya another cup o' coffee?" Silvia asked.
Emily looked her straight in the eye and said, "They're not mangy."
"Huh?"
"My dogs."
"Oh, hell, Sis, I didn't mean that. I just meant-"
"I know what you meant," Emily said calmly. Obviously a great change had come over
her. She said, "Do you remember when we were in junior high school? When that girl...
No, I was in sixth grade and you were in seventh. We walked home one day with that
Lesbian girl-"
"Betty McCallister," Silvia said.
"Yes. Betty told us about how she and another girl had made love in the bathroom at
school that day."
I remember.
"Do you remember what she said when we called her a queer and made fun of her?"
"No, what did she say?"
"She said, 'Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.' " Silvia shut one eye and peered at her
sister. "You mean you wanta eat me?"
"No, that is not what I mean," Emily said firmly.
"Oh. Too bad," Silvia said with a grin. "Well, then what... ? Oh, I get it. You're talkin'
about fucking dogs."
"Yes."
"Oh. Well... okay. Hell, yes, I'll try it. I'll try anything once."
"All right," Emily said, pushing her chair back and standing up. "Come on."
"Now?!"
Just then Harry came shuffling into the kitchen. "Try what once?" he yawned. He was
wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Well, good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty," Silvia said. "Wanta cup o' coffee?"
"Yeah," Harry said, slumping into a chair. "Hi, Aunt Em."
"You broke your promise," Emily said to him. Harry glanced nervously at his mother.
"Huh?"
"You know what I mean," Emily said sternly. I think I'll go back to bed, Harry said,
and he started to get up.
"Oh, sit down, silly," said his mother. "The cat's outa the bag – or the dog, rather."
Harry sat down slowly, ready to make a run for it if necessary. "Oh, well, uh... y' see,
Aunt Em, I, uh-"
"Never mind," Emily said. "It's all right now," and for the first time since she came out
of the bedroom she smiled. "Last night I had a new experience. And now your mother's
going to have one."
Harry looked at Silvia, then at Emily, then at Silvia. "You mean...?"
Silvia shrugged. "She says I shouldn't knock it if I haven't tried it."
Harry's face brightened. "You mean-?!"
Silvia nodded. "Woof, woof."
"Hot damn!" Harry said, turning to Emily. "Can I watch?"
Emily giggled. "It's up to your mother."
"Hell, he's watched me fuck everything else," Silvia said. "He might as well watch this,
too."
"Hot damn!"
"Let's go, then," Emily said, and she led the way out the door.
Harry ran on ahead. As the sisters approached the side door of the kennel, Emily said,
"It must be nice... I mean, the way you and Harry don't have any secrets between you."
"It could be that way with you and your kids, too, if-" Emily's cheeks started to color
again and she cut Silvia off: "I'll go up and send Herb home. You and Harry can wait in
the kennel."
When she'd gone up front to the pet shop, Silvia went up to Harry and said softly,
"Before we go home, we just gotta get her together with Tom and Terry. I think it'd
straighten all three of 'em out."
"Yesterday I'da said it'd be impossible," Harry said. "But after this, I guess nothin's
impossible. Which one o' these mutts ya gonna take on?"
When Emily entered the shop Herb jumped up from behind the counter, all smiles.
"Emily!" he said. "I was just thinkin' about you."
From the bulge in the front of his pants it was obvious what sort of thoughts he'd been
having.
"Herb-" Emily began, but before she could say anything more, the grinning man had
come right up to her and put both his hands on her shoulders. Emily's cheeks colored
with anger and embarrassment.
"I was just about to come lookin' for ya," he said, grinning down the front of her dress.
"How 'bout you and me havin' lunch together?"
"Herb, what I came to tell you-"
"Now, wait, lemme say mine first. Why don't ya let your sister watch the shop, and-?"
"Herb-"
"-And what we'll do, we'll go over to Pasquale's and get a couple o' them submarine
sandwiches, see, and we'll take 'em up to my place and-"
"Herb, please!" Emily said, shoving Herb's big bony hands off her shoulders as though
his hands were a couple of cockroaches. "W-we have other plans. I-I want you to take
the afternoon off."
"But-"
"Starting right now," Emily added quickly, turning her back on him and immediately
feeling his leering eyes on her ass. "I... I'll see you tomorrow, Herb."
After a minute Herb said, "Don't ya like submarine sandwiches?"
When Herb finally left Emily slumped against the counter, all out of breath. Obviously
her "new experience" with Harry hadn't changed her attitude toward that horny old
satyr. When her knees stopped trembling she went to the front door, locked it, took a
couple of deep breaths and joined Silvia and Harry in the kennel.


Chapter 8

"Is he gone?" Harry asked. "Yes, finally," Emily said.
"He's hot for your bod, ain't he?" Silvia said with a grin.
Emily shuddered. "He's disgusting."
"What's disgusting about him?" Silvia said. "I bet if ya gave him a little pussy once in a
while he'd work for free. Besides-"
"Silvia, we didn't come in here to talk about Herb, did we?"
Silvia glanced around nervously at the dogs. She said, "No, but... I don't know about
this shit, Sis."
Emily smiled. "Now, don't tell me my big sister's afraid of a few harmless dogs."
"I'm not afraid... exactly," Silvia said, glancing at Boris the great Dane, who was
standing up in his cage, towering over her, his forepaws on the chainlink mesh of his
front door, his huge red cock sticking up from his belly like a railroad spike. "It's just
that-" Emily cut her off with a laugh and went to get the quilt from the storage room.
She spread it out on the floor and said, "Well, come on, take your clothes off."
"Yeah, come on, Mama!" Harry said.
"Oh, all right," Silvia said. She untied her halter top, stepped out of her bellbottoms,
and in a minute she was naked. Boris began to drool and whimper. "What's with him?"
"I think he likes you," Emily laughed, going over to Boris's pen. "Now, all you have to
do is get down on your hands and knees, and I'll-"
"Now, wait a minute," Silvia protested. "I don't have to start with that big sonofabitch,
do I? I mean, shit, I said I'd try it with a dog, not with a goddamned horse."
"WOOF, WOOF!" Boris said.
Emily chuckled and Harry laughed with delight. Emily said, "Okay then, how about
little Bozo here?"
Silvia scrutinized the boxer, and the boxer scrutinized Silvia. He had a hard-on, too,
and his big wet tongue was hanging out. He didn't look "little" to Silvia. She said, "He
looks mean."
"Aw, poor Bozo," Emily said, opening his cage.
"Hey!" Silvia cried, backing up. "What the hell're ya doin'?"
"You're not mean, are you, Bozo?" Emily said, lifting the front of her skirt and draping
it over the dog's big square head. "Don't worry," she said to Silvia. "He won't rape you.
He's very well trained. Aren't you, Bozo?"
Bozo snorted and snuffled and wagged his tail stub. Emily had her legs spread and
Silvia and Harry could see the dog's head moving under her skirt. Emily closed her eyes
and turned her face up to the ceiling, putting her hands on the moving lump under her
crotch. "Mm," she said, smiling. "Mm, mm, mm... I'm warming him up for you, Silvia.
Mm, mm. Go ahead now... get down on the floor. Mm, mm, mm..." Bozo kept snorting
and snuffling between Emily's open thighs. Silvia looked down at the quilt and
scratched her ass thoughtfully. She also looked at Bozo's long red cock. It didn't look
like he needed any warming up to her. Harry nudged her and said, "Go ahead, Mama."
Silvia frowned at him. "Easy for you to say," she said. "Couldn't you at least take off
your goddamn clothes? I feel like a ninny, standing here bare-ass in front of all these
dogs."
"Okay," Harry said and laughed. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head and dropped
his jeans. His prick sprang up: sproing!
That made Silvia feel a little better. She rubbed her cunt and looked at Bozo's cock
again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
Harry came up behind Emily, lifted the back of her skirt and poked her in the seat of
her panties with his prick.
"Eek!" Emily squeaked.
Harry giggled and lifted the front of her skirt, unveiling Bozo's head. The big dog was
snuffling and snorting in her crotch and that part of her panties was all wet with dog
slobber. He kept trying to curl his long pink tongue into the leg holes of the panties.
"Jesus Christ," Silvia said, grinning and rubbing her cunt some more. Sticking a finger
into her slit, she discovered she was getting gooey. Her nipples were swelling up, too.
Harry said, "Don'tcha wanta get undressed, Aunt Em?"
Emily still had her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She just gave her ass a little
wiggle and said, "Mm-hm."
"Good," Harry said, and he unzipped the back of her dress. She held her arms up over
her head while he pulled the dress off for her. Then he took off her bra and rolled her
panties down below her crotch.
That was what Bozo had been waiting for. "Rrrr!" he said, and started lapping her cunt
hungrily, his tongue slurping deep between the fat fuzzy lips. Slurp, slurp, slurp!
"Holy shit!" Silvia said, coming closer and bending over to get a better look.
Leaving Emily's hose on and her pants sagging down around her thighs, Harry grabbed
her tits from behind and shoved his dick into the crack of her ass.
"Eeee!" she cried. "Mm! Oh... mm... ee!... mm, mm, mm..."
"WOOF, WOOF!" Boris protested, still standing up in his pen.
Silvia was beginning to feel left out, too. "Hey, I thought he was supposed to make love
to me," she said.
Emily opened her eyes and looked at her sister with a dreamy, dazed expression. Then
she laughed and took hold of Bozo's ears. "I almost forgot about you," she said and
giggled.
"That's what I thought," Silvia said.
"Bozo, I want you to meet my sister. She wants to... Now, stop it, Bozo... Bozo..."
"Rrrr!"
Slurp, slurp!
"Rrrr!" Slurp, slurp, slurp-! "Maybe he's a one-woman dog," Silvia speculated.
"Now, that's enough, Bozo," Emily giggled, and finally she managed to get the dog's
snout out of her crotch. She grabbed him by his collar and turned him toward Silvia,
who instinctively backed up a step. Harry was still plastered against his aunt's back, his
little hands pawing her tits and his stiff prick wedged into the crack of her big hot ass.
Dragging the boy and the dog along with her, she advanced on Silvia and pointed the
dog's nose toward Silvia's cunt. "See, Bozo," she said. "That's Silvia. Isn't she pretty?"
Bozo began to get the idea. He stopped struggling and wrinkled up his nose. Sniff,
sniff?
"Sexy, isn't she?" Emily said, and to Silvia: "Spread your legs."
By now Silvia had backed up as far as she could: her ass was pressed against the door of
an empty pen. She said, "You mean...?"
"She means spread your legs," Harry said, peeking out from behind Emily. "Go ahead,
Mama!"
"Well... okay," Silvia said, spreading her thighs and bracing herself.
"Go get it, Bozo!" Emily said.
She gave the dog a little shove-which wasn't necessary because by now Bozo had got the
scent – and in a flash he had his blunt black snout between Silvia's big legs and started
rooting noisily in the thick tawny shag of her cunt beard: snuff, snort, slurp "Hey-!"
Silvia cried.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp-! "-OOOOH-goddamn!!!-Mmm!-oh!-Jesus!-Mmm!-ah!-
oh!-" Bozo really knew how to eat pussy. Silvid locked her fingers into the chainlink
mesh behind her and held on for dear life, her heavy boobs bouncing up and down
before the rhythmic onslaught of the dog muzzle. It really got to Silvia and in a minute
her cunt was foaming like a washing machine and Bozo's snout was covered with hot
suds.
Slurp, slurp, slurp-!" Ah!-ah!-ah!-" Meanwhile, Harry finished pulling Emily's pants off,
but he left her stockings on. He thought she looked neat that way-naked except for
those nylons with their tops rolled down just above her dimpled knees.
"Look at him go!" Harry said, slipping one hand into Emily's hot juicy cunt and poking
at her asshole with his prick.
"Yeah!" Emily panted, reaching between her legs to cup Harry's balls in her sweating
palm.
"Ah!-oh!-mm!-mm!-" Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp-!
On their way back from the store, Tom and Terry intended to go past Nancy's place on
the other side of the street, but as they were about to cross over they noticed that the
old car was still parked there. Apparently those boys were still inside.
Tom said, "Let's stay on this side. She won't mess with us with those guys in there."
Terry said, "Okay. Maybe we'll see somethin'."
"That's what I'm thinkin'," Tom said.
They saw something all right. They came up on the window real slow. The blinds were
still open...
Holy cow! At first it just looked like a tangle of moving bodies, all of them naked. Then
they made out Nancy's torso. She was sitting on one of the boys – they could see his
knees sticking up behind her – and she was bouncing up and down on him. Another
boy was standing up on the bed in front of her and she was sucking him off. The other
kids were all around her, feeling her up. Their hands were all over her.
Tom and Terry just stood there on the sidewalk, hugging their grocery bags, their
mouths hanging open, staring through the open window. They boy Nancy was sucking
off started grunting and his ass started jerking and he grabbed her by the hair, and Tom
and Terry could see her throat moving, swallowing, and they saw some cum dripping
down her chin...
"He's shootin' in her mouth!" Terry whispered.
"Yeah!" Tom replied.
Then the slimy cock slid out of Nancy's mouth, the boy fell backwards and another
took his place in front of her. She was still bouncing up and down on the boy
underneath her. The new boy standing in front of her had an uncircumcised cock that
was shaped like a banana. Nancy took his balls in her hand, his cock in her mouth and
grabbed another random cock with her other hand. While sucking the one cock she
jacked the other one.
Then it looked like the boy underneath her got his gun, and when he was through,
Nancy – for some reason – slid her lips off the cock she was sucking and looked out
the window.
Uh-oh, thought Tom and Terry. "Hey, you guys!" she called, cum dripping from her
lips. "Come on in and join the-" Just then the cock she had in her hand spat a big gob
of cum and it hit her right in the face: splat!
And that was all Tom and Terry saw. It was as if the sidewalk was a racetrack at the
Olympics and that boy's cock was the starting gun. They didn't stop running until they
were back at the Ranch.
They didn't notice the "closed" sign in the front window of the pet shop, and they
didn't notice there was nobody in the house until they'd put the groceries in the kitchen
and gone upstairs.
"Anybody home?" they called.
No answer. "They must be in the shop," Terry puffed.
"Yeah," Tom panted. "Let's get a drink of water."
They puffed and panted downstairs to the kitchen, drank some water, and went out to
the side door of the kennel. It was locked. They looked at each other, went around to
the front door and saw the 'closed' sign.
"What's goin' on?"
"Search me."
They went back toward the house. As they were passing the side door, Tom stopped.
Terry said, "What's the matter?"
Tom put a finger to his lips and his ear to the door. His eyes got wider. Terry joined
him, and his eyes got wide, too. After a moment Tom whispered, "Come on!" and they
went running back into the house.
A moment later they were upstairs, climbing out their bedroom window onto the roof
of the kennel. They just stood there in a crouch for a minute, just outside the window.
It was scary out there in broad daylight.
Finally, they both put their fingers to their lips, turned to each other, said, "Shhhhh,"
and tiptoed over to the skylight...
Tom immediately stood up, backed away and rubbed his eyes. He wasn't ready for that.
He thought he saw his mother and Aunt Silvia on their hands and knees, side by side
on the quilt. He thought he saw Bozo humping Aunt Silvia and Harry humping Mom.
Terry thought he saw the same thing and he wasn't ready for it either. But he didn't get
up and back away. He just blinked and pressed his nose against the glass. In a moment
Tom joined him. Their noses pressed against the glass like stethoscopes.
Harry wasn't humping as fast as Bozo was, but they were both going like hell-whap!
whap! whap! whap! whap!-and the ladies' naked behinds were shuddering and jiggling
like giant mounds of milk custard. Holding onto Emily's hips, Harry leaned back, still
humping-whap! whap! whap!-and the peepers overhead saw that he was fucking her in
the ass. Bozo was hunched over Silvia, his drooling muzzle nudging the nape of her
neck, his forepaws crossed under her belly, so that it was impossible to tell whether she
was getting it in the ass or the cunt.
But whichever hole she was getting it in, it was obvious that Aunt Silvia was really
enjoying it. They could hear her grunting and squealing through the glass: "-uhn!-oh!-
ee!--ah!-uhn!-uhn!-uhn!-" And she was tossing her head back and forth and side to side
and bumping her ass backwards against the big dog's pounding haunches. And the dog
was going, "Gruh! gruh! gruh!" and "Huhn!" Harry grunted, and he came down hard
over Emily, plastering his chest and belly against her back and grabbing her big
dangling tits with both hands. "Huhn! Huhn! Huhn!" His bare butt started jerking in
quick, spastic motions and-"Aaaaahhhh!" Emily cried, dropping to her elbows. "Ah! Ah!
Ah!-" And she started banging her forehead against the floor like a crazy woman and-!
"Gruff!" barked Bozo, and his tail stub went stiff.
"Yaaaaiiiiii!" Silvia shrieked, and the glass panes shivered under Tom and Terry's noses.
"Oh-shit!-it's-! Eeeeeyyyyaaaaiiii! Hot! Oh-! Ah-! God-! Damn-!"
"Gruh! Gruh! Gruh!-"
"Huhn!..."
"Oh!" Emily cried weakly. Her knees slid out from under her and she collapsed at full
length, spread-eagle, face-down on the quilt, with Harry still plastered to her back. "Oh,
dear..." After a while Harry pulled his dick out of his aunt's asshole, rolled over on his
back beside her, and found himself looking up at Tom and Terry, who were looking
down at him. He grinned at them but they didn't grin back. They looked sort of
shocked, numb, dazed... but mostly they looked pissed off.
Well, fuck you, Harry thought. It's okay for you to ball my mama but not for me to ball
yours, huh? He thought he ought to even this up, so he tapped Aunt Em on the
shoulder and said, "Take a look at the skylight."
Silvia was stretched out on her side, hugging Bozo to her tits. She heard what Harry
said, and she and Emily both rolled over and looked up at the same time.
For about ten seconds the two ladies stared up at the two little boys, and the two little
boys stared down at the two ladies. Then Tom and Terry disappeared, leaving only their
noseprints behind.
The question is, did Emily really forget about Tom and Terry? Did she completely
ignore the probability that they'd be back from the store before she and her guests
finished their business in the kennel? Or did she forget about them on purpose?...


Chapter 9

Without a word, moving like a sleepwalker, Emily got up and put Bozo back in his pen.
Silvia watched her for a moment, then looked at Harry, who was now sitting up on the
quilt. He lifted his eyebrows and shrugged. Silvia frowned at him, then bent over and
peered at her cunt.
"Well," she said, fanning her crotch with her hands, "it was different, I'll say that."
Emily didn't say anything. She picked up her clothes from the floor and went up front
to the storeroom, walking like a zombie.
Silvia jabbed Harry with her elbow and whispered, "What the hell did you do that for?"
"I don't know," Harry muttered. "What do we do now?"
"You got to work on those kids. I'll work on her. We'll set it up for Tom first. Get your
pants on."
"But!"
"We'll talk about the details later on. Go on, get outa here. And for Christ's sake
apologize to 'em."
Harry left the kennel, muttering to himself, and Emily stumbled out of the storeroom,
fully clothed.
"Hey, Sis," Silvia said. "Why don't we go someplace and have a beer, or...?"
But Emily went out the door without a word.
Silvia shook her head and turned to Bozo. "She's really shook up," she said.
"Woof," Bozo replied.
Harry cautiously opened the bedroom door. Tom was sitting on the bed, staring at the
wall. Terry was nowhere to be seen. Harry went in and shut the door behind him.
He said, "Look, I'm, uh, I'm sorry, okay?"
Tom glared at him for a second, then turned back to the wall.
That pissed Harry off. "Hey, what the fuck's the matter with you anyway?" he said.
"Did I act like that when you-?"
"Why don't you take a walk or somethin'?" Tom said.
"Well, kiss my ass," Harry said, looking up at the ceiling. "You're somethin' else, boy,
you know that? How come it's okay for you to fuck my mama but not for me to fuck
yours? Huh? Well? How come? What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"
"Shut up!" Tom barked. He sounded like he was about to cry.
"And besides," Harry went on, "she didn't really wanta do it with me anyway." He
paused to let that sink in.
Tom looked at him.
"She really wanted to do it with you," Harry went on. "If you weren't so stupid, you'da
known that without me tellin' ya."
Tom's mouth opened. "You're lyin'," he said uncertainly.
"The hell I am," Harry replied. "Why don'tcha ask her, if ya don't believe me? Or ask
mama. She'll tell ya."
Tom just stared at him.
"All the time I was ballin' your old lady she kept sayin' your name," Harry lied. "'Tom,
oh Tom.' she kept sayin'."
"I didn't hear her sayin' that," Tom said suspiciously.
"How the hell could you've heard it from way up there on the roof? She said it, I tell
ya. Ask my mama. Hell, that's the only reason she fucks them dogs all the time – just
to get her mind offa your ass."
Tom looked back at the wall for a while. Then he looked at Harry, then at the wall.
Then at Harry, then at the wall. And Harry kept saying, "I ain't shittin' ya," and "I'm
givin' it to ya straight," and "Just ask my mama," and stuff like that.
Finally, Tom said, "But... but you... they... She saw us! You ruined everything!"
"Shit," said Harry. "Ruined your peepin' operation maybe, but so what. There's a lot
better things to do around here than that peepin' crap. I thought you'd wised up to
that."
"But..."
"Hell, I prob'ly opened up a whole new thing for ya."
"But-"
"Ha ha ha! Opened up a hole for ya! Get it? Ha ha ha!"
"But-!"
"Don't worry about a thing, cousin," Harry consoled him. "Just leave it to me and
Mama. We'll set it up for ya."
"But-!"
"By the way, where's Terry?"
"Who?"
"Terry," Harry repeated. "You know, your brother."
Tom said, "Oh," and pointed down at the bed.
Harry said, "Huh?" and then he bent over and looked under the bed. There was Terry,
on the floor again, curled up like a fetus, sound asleep. Harry laughed.
After a moment Tom grinned. Harry laughed again and Tom snickered. Then he
chuckled, and in a minute both of them were rolling around on the bed in a fit of
uncontrollable laughter.
When Silvia had finished getting dressed she went in the house and knocked on Emily's
bedroom door. "Sis? It's me." There was no answer, so she put her ear to the door and
heard Emily in there sobbing. She opened the door and went in.
Emily was on the bed with her face in her hands.
"Aw, come on, Sis. What's to cry about?"
"Oh, Silvia!" Emily blurted out. "What am I going to do?!"
"I don't know," Silvia said, sitting down beside her. "But if you're smart you'll let those
poor horny kids of yours in on the fun. If you don't, you're cheatin' yourself as much as
you're cheatin' them."
"But they'll never forgive me!" Emily sobbed. "They'll... they'll run away from home,
or-!"
"Oh, bullshit. I guarantee ya, Sis, if you'll offer those kids a piece o' tail, they-!!
"But, Silvia, they-! They're not 'horny'! They're too young! They're-"
"Too young, my ass. Tom's the same age as Harry. You don't think he's too young, do
ya?"
"N-no, but... but my children have lived a sheltered life."
"Yeah, and it's high time you did something about that, too."
"They're naive and innocent and-" Just then there was another knock on the door.
"Who's that?" Silvia called.
The door opened a crack. "It's me," Harry whispered. "Can I talk to ya out here for a
minute, Mama?"
He wanted to tell her the stuff he'd told Tom so they'd have their stories straight, but
Silvia said, "Come on in here, Harry. You're just in time."
Harry came in and shut the door behind him. "Just in time for what?" he asked.
"To clear your auntie up on a few things," Silvia said. "Come on over here."
Emily wiped her eyes and looked up fearfully at the boy. "Have you... have you seen
Tom and Terry? Wh-what are they doing? H-how are they taking it?"
"Well, Terry's asleep, so I guess he's takin' it all right, but Tom's got a bellyache."
"There!" Emily cried. "You see! It made him sick! It-!"
"He laughed too much," Harry said.
Emily looked at him blankly. "What?"
"He laughed too much. That's what gave him a bellyache."
'There, now you see how hard they took it?" Silvia said to her sister. "See how horrified
they were? One of 'em's asleep and the other one's laughin' himself sick."
Emily didn't understand. She said, "What... what was so funny?"
"I don't know," Harry chuckled. "It's just that every time me and Tom see Terry under
the bed we start laughin' our goddamn heads off."
"Under the bed?!" Emily cried. "There! You see? The poor thing is hiding under the
bed! He's-!"
"Aw, knock it off, Sis," Silvia cut in. "Harry, we're gonna have to set this lady straight
on a few things."
"Like what?" Harry said.
"Well, she'd like to get into Tom and Terry's pants, see, but she's afraid-"
"Silvia!" Emily gasped.
"Cool it, Sis," Silvia said. And to Harry again: "She's afraid they'd be shocked to death
if she tried anything with 'em. She thinks they're sweet, innocent little boys that never
had a dirty thought in their lives."
Harry looked at Emily and said, "Is that what you think, Aunt Em?"
"Well... yes," Emily said. "More or less."
'Tell her, Harry," Silvia sighed.
Harry looked sideways at his mother for a moment. "You mean...?"
"Right," Silvia said.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure, Emily said, "What on earth are you two talking about?"
"Well," Harry said, "it's just that them sweet, innocent little boys ain't all that sweet and
innocent. Like, when I was down here fuckin' you last night, they were upstairs fuckin'
Mama."
"I don't care what you say," Emily said firmly. "I know my boys and I know they would
never..." She broke off and looked at Harry with that blank expression again. In a
strange voice she said, "What did you say?"
"He said that while he was fuckin' you," Silvia said, "Tom and Terry were upstairs
fuckin' me. And that's the truth."
Emily fainted.
Silvia and Harry compared notes and set it up. First thing in the morning Silvia would
take Harry and Terry to the beach, leaving Tom and Emily alone together. They would
stay away all day to give them plenty of time. Everyone knew about the plan except
Terry.
When he heard about the trip that morning the little fellow was really excited. For one
thing, it had been quite a while since Emily had taken them to the beach. For another,
he had managed to sort of blank out the shock of what he had seen through the
skylight, and the sight of Aunt Silvia in her bikini – which looked like it had been
painted on her by somebody who didn't have much paint – just about blanked out
everything else. When she told him Emily was staying home, he thought, Hot damn!
It'll be just us and Aunt Silvia all day! Boy, oh, boy! He had his bathing suit on and his
towel around his neck and was following Harry out of the bedroom before he realized
Tom was still in bed. "Hey, come on!" he said. "It's time to go."
"I'm not goin'," Tom said. "I-uh-I don't feel too good.
This was true. Tom was scared shitless. If Harry and Aunt Silvia had told him the truth
– if Mama came up here and tried to put the make on him – he didn't know what he'd
do. Probably jump out the window, he thought.
In her room downstairs, Emily was thinking just about the same thing. I can't go
through with it, she thought, jumping up to lock her bedroom door. I'll stay in here all
day.
But of course it was also true that they wanted the thing they were afraid of to happen.
They both stayed put till around noon, but then they began to get hungry. Tom made
his move first. He put his ear to the floor and listened... He didn't hear anything, so,
still in his pajama bottoms, he crept out to the head of the stairs and peeked down into
the living room. She wasn't there, and he still didn't hear anything. He tiptoed
downstairs, across the living room to the kitchen and started making himself a
sandwich as quietly as he could.
He was pretty successful, because when Emily put her ear to her door she didn't hear
anything. Cautiously, she opened the door. Thank God, she thought. He must still be
upstairs. She slipped her bathrobe on over her nightgown and tiptoed into the kitchen.
They both jumped about a foot in the air.
"Oh!" Emily cried, and Tom dropped his knife: clink-clatter!
"You... you scared me," he said.
"You scared me, too," Emily said with a nervous laugh.
Awkward silence...
"I, uh, I was just, uh, makin' myself a sandwich," Tom said.
"Oh," Emily said. She was somewhat relieved to see that Tom was apparently as
nervous as she was. "Uh... that's what I was going to do, too."
"Oh," Tom said.
"We'd better, uh, clean up that peanut butter."
"Huh?" Tom looked down at the knife at his feet. It had had a big wad of peanut butter
on it when he dropped it. "Oh," he said, bending down to pick up the knife.
Emily got a paper towel and wiped up the peanut butter. "There," she said.
There was more awkward silence, broken by nervous exchanges of short phrases, while
they made their sandwiches and then proceeded to eat them, trying not to look at each
other.
Chomp, chomp, chomp...
All of a sudden Tom realized he was about to have a giggling fit. He panicked and bit
his tongue.
"OUCH!"
"What happened?!" Emily cried, dropping her sandwich.
"Ah bud m-dung," Tom said with his hand over his mouth. "What?"
Tom moved his hand. "I bit my tongue."
"My goodness," Emily said. "You shouldn't eat so fast." Silence.
Finally, Emily said, "Uh... what was so funny?"
"Huh?"
"You, uh, looked like you were about to laugh at something."
"Oh. Uh..." He felt it coming on again. In spite of all he could do, a giggle bubbled out
of his mouth, followed by another one. And another, and another, and another, until
Emily started giggling, too, and in a minute they were both cackling like a couple of
lunatics.
When the attack finally subsided they were both exhausted and out of breath.
"What... what are we laughing about?" Emily said finally in a weak giggly voice.
"I don't know," Tom panted, wiping his eyes. "I think it was... the way we were both
sittin' here... not sayin' anything... just goin' chomp, chomp, chomp."
And they both started cackling again. It was easier than talking. It gave them something
to do.
But finally they couldn't laugh any more. They couldn't even chomp, chomp, chomp.
And this time the silence was even scarier than before.
But finally Emily cleared her throat and said, "Well... here we are."
"Yeah," Tom said.
"I wish we'd... I mean, maybe it would have been better if we'd gone to the beach with
them."
"Yeah," Tom said.
"I guess you know what we... I mean, I guess you know what was supposed to happen."
"Yeah," Tom said.
"Your aunt gets some... strange ideas sometimes."
"Yeah," Tom said.
"The whole thing was... stupid, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Tom said.
"We'll be in for it when they get back." She took a bite of her sandwich.
Tom took a bite of his, too, and said, "You mean...?"
Emily nodded, chewing. "They'll kid us unmercifully."
Tom nodded. Chomp, chomp, chomp. "Aunt Silvia and Harry," he chomped.
Emily nodded.
"Yeah," Tom said. "It'll be rough." Chomp, chomp. "What we could do, though"-
chomp, chomp-"we could... you know, make up somethin'."
Emily's face brightened. Chomp, chomp, chomp. "You mean... tell them we... tell them
something really happened?"
"Uh-huh," Tom said, taking another bite.
"Hey, that's a good idea!" Emily said, chewing excitedly. "We could mess up my bed so
it'd look like... You know, so it would look like..."
"Right," Tom said, stuffing the last of his sandwich into his mouth. "Let's go do it."
"Okay," Emily said and giggled. She put the last of her sandwich in her mouth and they
got up and went chomp, chomp, chomping to Emily's bedroom.
They attacked the bed, working off a lot of nervous energy, and when they got through
it looked more like a couple of wildcats had had a fight on it than that a piece of ass
had been had there.
They stood around for a minute, admiring their work. Then Tom said, "Now what'll we
do?"
"Well," Emily said, "we could... play cards?"
"Okay."
"I have a deck over here, I think." She went over to her dresser, fished around in a
drawer for a while, and finally came up with a pack of cards. "Here they are."
"Where shall we play?" Tom asked.
"We could sit here on the bed, I guess," Emily said. "That way, it'll look like... I mean,
if they come and find us in here, it'll look like we, uh..."
"I get it," Tom said, and he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Emily sat down on the other edge, smoothed out a place on the tangled sheets between
her and Tom and put the cards down on it. "What'll we play?" she asked. "Let's see,"
Tom said, scratching his head. Then he giggled and said, "We could play strip poker."
Emily giggled, too, paused... and then said, "Yeah, we could."


Chapter 10

The ocean was calm and clear and there wasn't much surf. Silvia was standing in neck
deep water near one of the float ropes, giggling and squealing as if she were being
tickled to death. Harry was hanging onto the rope and Terry was hanging onto Silvia.
They were giggling, too.
It was a bright sunny summer day and Saturday to boot, so the bathing beach was
pretty crowded. But apparently that wasn't stopping Silvia and her young lovers from
having their fun. Sometimes the other swimmers would cast curious glances in their
direction, but they didn't pay any attention.
"Harry!" Silvia giggled. "Now cut that out."
The straps of her bikini top were tied behind her neck in a bow, and Harry was trying
to untie the bow. "Why?" he laughed, and made another grab for one of the floating
strings.
"Why?!" Silvia squealed, splashing water in his face. "You wanta get us arrested or
somethin'? That lifeguard can prob'ly see everything we're doin' as it is, without you
attractin' more attention to us."
If that was true about the lifeguard, he must have been getting quite an eyeful. Because
Silvia had her hand in the crotch of Terry's bathing suit and Terry had his hand in the
crotch of Silvia's suit. That's why she was having trouble fighting Harry off – but she
wasn't fighting too hard – and eventually he succeeded in untying her straps.
"Now look what you've done!" Silvia giggled as her big white tits floated free.
"Hey, that's better!" Terry laughed breathlessly, grabbing one of the naked tits by the
nipple and jerking the fingers of his other hand up against the hard knob of her clitoris.
"Oh-! Terry... honey... stop... stop that..." Terry wrapped his little legs tighter around
her thigh and started a rhythmic jerking and squeezing routine, jerking her cunt with
one hand and squeezing her nipple with the other: Jerk, squeeze! Jerk, squeeze! Jerk,
squeeze!...
Silvia stopped struggling and just lay back against the rope with her eyes closed and
only her face out of the water, making funny little panting noises in her throat.
Harry took this opportunity to untie the back strings of her bikini, so that the top fell
away wouldn't drift away, slipped his diving goggles down over his eyes and ducked
under the water.
Wow. His mother had her legs spread wide open and her naked boobs were floating
just under the surface like a couple of big egg-shaped buoys, drifting to and fro with the
wash of the waves. One of Terry's pudgy little hands was still clamped onto one of the
nipples, squeezing, squeezing, and his other hand was still in the front of her bikini
bottoms, jerking, jerking. Her hand was jerking, too, and she had worked Terry's
bathing suit down so far that it was halfway off his ass and Harry could see her fist
moving between his legs.
Harry laughed underwater and reached out for his cousin's sagging suit. When he
tugged on it Terry's legs unwrapped from Silvia's thigh and in a second he was naked.
Harry swam over to the rope, tied a loose string of his mother's bikini top around
Terry's trunks and came up for air.
"Hey, wha'd you do that for?" Terry asked.
"What did he do?" Silvia panted, opening her eyes.
Harry just laughed and ducked underwater again. Terry's prick was stiff as a stick and
the little red head shone like a beacon. Silvia would give it a few rapid strokes with her
fist and then she would grab his nuts and give them a squeeze.
When he surfaced again, Terry said, "Hey, gimme back my bathin' suit."
"Why?" Harry giggled.
"Now, cut it out, Harry," Silvia said. "Where's my bra? We can't skinny-dip at a public
bathing beach."
"Why not?" Harry laughed.
Terry giggled and said, "Well, then you gotta take yours off, too."
Harry said, "Okay," and stripped off his suit. "There," he said, straddling his mother's
hip and rubbing the underside of his hard-on against her.
She smiled and grabbed his dick. Now she had one in each hand. She was getting hotter
and hotter. There were people swimming all around, some of them obviously interested
in what was going on, but she didn't give a shit any more. She said, "Well... what about
me?"
Harry lowered his goggles and said, "Comin' right up – I mean down!" And he went
under again. The bottom piece of Silvia's bikini tied together at her hips with two little
strings. Harry undid both bows at once and jerked the garment from between her legs.
Silvia's bush bloomed underwater like a hairy flower.
By the time Harry got this last garment tied to the rope with the other things, Terry
was already behind his naked aunt, his little belly against her big ass, his hands clamped
onto her tits, his stiff dick jabbing into the hair between her legs. She got some water in
her mouth by mistake, spat it out, gasped, grabbed for the rope, and cried, "Oh-!
Terry-! Wait-! Goddamn-!"
Behind them a little girl stopped splashing and said, "What are they doing, Mommy?"
Mommy didn't say anything. She just stared at the little boy's curiously jerking body as
if she hadn't heard what her daughter had said. The water was very clear.
In front of them was an old man. He stopped swimming and looked at Silvia. He
rubbed the water from his eyes. He noticed the stream of garments tied to the float rope
and he noticed that the straps of the big blonde woman's bikini top had disappeared
from around her neck. He didn't have his glasses on, but he could swear the woman
was now wearing a pair of small hands on her tits.
"Lower!" Silvia panted, forgetting to keep her voice down, which attracted a few more
onlookers. She spread her legs wide and shoved her butt back against Terry's stomach,
clinging tightly to the float rope. "Down... down a little more!... There... that's it... now-!
Ah! O-o-o-o-o-oh!"
Harry didn't hear this because he had ducked under the surface again to get a better
view. He got right down on the bottom, rolled over on his back with his head between
his mother's feet, and grabbed one of her ankles to anchor himself. He watched Terry's
frantic jabs, his prick hitting all around the hairy target, Silvia's cunt cream clouding the
water – and then he got it in, and her leg muscles tightened up and Terry started
humping, and Harry laughed. The laugh made a big bubble that floated up between
Silvia's thighs and broke against Terry's nuts.
When the cloud of little bubbles rolled up Silvia's belly and tickled her between the tits,
she opened her eyes and found herself face to face with the old man, who was now
staring at her with a blank expression on his face. At first she thought he was bobbing
up and down in the water, but then she realized she was the one who was bobbing. The
old man was only about twelve feet away. She thought she ought to say something to
him – like "Nice day, isn't it?" – but just then Harry came up between her arms,
cutting off her view of the man.
"This beats those old Esther Williams movies all to hell," Harry said. He shoved Terry's
hands off his mother's tits and grabbed the swollen nipples. "I though ya didn't like to
do it underwater," he said.
Silvia couldn't answer. She just kept going, "Uh, uh, uh, uh," in rhythm with Terry's
fucking.
Harry laughed and said, "Come on, jack me off, Mama!"
The little girl behind them turned to her mother and said, "What's jack me off mean,
Mommy?" But Mommy didn't seem to hear that either. Her hand was doing something
between her legs.
Silvia took her son's hard, warm little dick in her right hand, still holding onto the rope
with her left, and started pumping it.
Standing there stark naked in the middle of all those people, getting fucked by an
eleven-year-old boy while her son played with her tits was just too much for Silvia. She
started coming almost as soon as she grabbed Harry's prick, and Terry was right behind
her.
Squirt, squirt, squirt! – she felt his hot cum shooting up her cunt, and then Harry's
cum was jetting against her belly, the stringy blobs floating up between her tits to the
surface, drifting and wobbling like big amoebas, and now she had four hands mauling
her tits, and her cunt felt like it was about to come itself inside-out.
"Oh-!"
Squirt-!
Squirt-! "Ah-!"
Squirt! "Uh-!"
Squirt, squirt-!
Squirt! "Oh... oh... ohhhhhhhhh..." Up in his tower on the beach, the lifeguard lowered
his binoculars and muttered to himself, "I don't believe it."
When they'd got their breath back, Silvia and her two lovers tried to act like nothing
had happened, but from the looks on the faces of their audience it was obvious that
they weren't very convincing.
Harry whispered, "Maybe we oughta get the fuck outa here before somebody calls the
cops," and they all started to untangle their bathing suits from the float rope.
It was about two o'clock by then. If they'd gone home at that time, it would have been
too soon – as far as Emily and Tom were concerned. Luckily, they were unable to make
good their speedy escape. Apparently the bottom piece of Silvia's bikini had slipped its
moorings and drifted away to parts unknown.
"Holy shit," Silvia whispered. Now what am I gonna do?!"
"I'll bet my... pajama bottoms," Tom said.
"I'll match your... pajama bottoms with my... left earring," Emily said, "and raise you
my... uh... my panties."
"You're bluffin'," Tom said.
"Try me and see," Emily giggled nervously.
"I got nothin' else to bet," Tom said.
"Oh... Okay, then, I'll take back my last bet and call you."
'The panties?" Tom said, looking down at his cards.
"Uh-huh."
Still looking down, Tom said, 'Take back the earring instead."
Emily hesitated, then said, "Okay then. My panties'll see your pajama bottoms."
"Well... let's see what you've got."
Tom looked up at her. She looked at him, and they both started giggling again.
As a means of killing time until Silvia and the kids got back, this game of strip poker
served its purpose well. But so far that was the only purpose it had served. They had
both prepared for the game by putting on a lot of extra clothes. Tom had put on his
pajama top, a windbreaker, a baseball cap and a pair of tennis shoes. Emily had put on
bedroom slippers,. her bathrobe, a housecoat and a pair of earrings.
However, they had both suffered heavy losses. Tom was down to his pajama bottoms
and Emily was down to her nightgown, her panties and one earring. And since a
garment could not be wagered once it had been lost, the moment of truth was at hand.
Their giggling finally fizzled out and Tom put his cards down on the bed. "Full house,"
he said.
"Oh, dear," Emily said. "I've only got two pairs."
"Pay up, then," said Tom with a grin. His hard-on was throbbing like a dynamo.
Emily of course was pretty hot, too. Her cunt had been getting wetter and gooier for the
last hour, but it hadn't quite managed to drown her embarrassment. "Okay," she said,
and she felt her cheeks color as she swung her legs off the bed and stood up. With her
back to Tom, she hoisted her gown, quickly pulled down her panties and stepped out of
them. "There." She tossed the pants onto Tom's pile of winnings and sat back down.
It was Emily's deal. She shuffled the cards clumsily, dealt them and looked at her hand.
Oh, Lord, it was a winner! Three kings and a pair of deuces. Tom would have to take
off his pajama bottoms! She began to sweat. Her nipples felt like they were about to
burst.
"Give me one card," Tom said.
It was Emily's last earring against Tom's pajamas.
Emily swallowed and said, "What have you got?"
Tom swallowed, too. "What have you got?" he said.
"A full house," Emily said, showing him her hand.
"Not good enough," Tom said, and he spread his cards on the bed. "Straight flush."
Thank God, Emily thought. Saved by the laws of chance. But another part of her
thought, Shit. Tom took the earring and the deck, shuffled and dealt. This was it. There
was nothing left to bet except Emily's nightie and Tom's pajamas. Both of them held
their breath...
Emily ended up with the winning hand: a pair of deuces against a worthless assortment
of nothing.
"Well," Tom said with a nervous chuckle, "looks like I lost."
"Uh-huh," Emily said.
"Well... it was a... pretty good game."
"Yeah, it was fun."
Silence. Nervous fidgeting. Emily cleared her throat and said, "Well?"
"You mean you really want me to...?"
"It's... it's okay if you don't want to."
"No, I... I don't care. It's just... well, I didn't know if you, uh..."
"I don't care. Whatever you... uh... wanta do."
"Okay," Tom said, and he got up.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Emily said quickly, blushing again.
Now that Tom was standing up, she could see his hard-on sticking out inside the front
of his pajamas.
Tom saw her eyes on it and he started to get sort of angry. "You want me to or not?" he
said.
"Well, yes – I mean, no! – I mean, if you-!"
"Aw, shit," Tom said, yanking his pajamas down and kicking them off.
Oh, God! Emily thought, her gaze locking onto her son's hairless crotch. His little nuts
were like bird's eggs and his stiff dick was pointed right at her face, twitching. Her
eyelids fluttered uncontrollably, her mouth opened, her chin trembled. "Here," Tom
said, handing her the pajamas and sitting back down on the bed.
"Oh... yes." Emily took the pajamas and put them on her pile. "Well... now what shall
we do?"
Tom spread his legs brazenly and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. His
prick stood straight up. The slippery little head, red as a cherry, bulged up out of his
foreskin. He had her on the defensive now and he was getting a kick out of hit. He
said, "You could take your nightgown off."
"But... I won," Emily said.
"The game's over now, Mom."
"Well, yes, but-" Giggle, giggle. "Well, I mean, if you... if you want me to-"
"Why not?" Tom said. "It'll look better that way."
"You mean-?"
"I mean when Aunt Silvia and Harry get home. It'll look more like we really... did what
we were supposed to do if we're both naked."
"Yeah, I... guess you're right. But what about Terry?"
"What about him?"
"I don't know."
More silence. Tom's prick twitched. He put his hand between his legs and scratched his
balls. Finally Emily spoke: "Oh, all right then."
She got up on her knees on the bed, drew her nightie up to her thighs, paused... then
pulled it on up over her cunt, belly, tits, and took it off over her head.
Tom stared at her naked body and she blushed all over. He giggled and said, "What's
the matter, Mom? I've seen ya naked before."
"I know, and-" Emily fell down on her side and curled up into a ball, "-and that gives
you an advantage over me. Because I've never seen you naked before. I mean, not
since... Not in a long time, I mean."
Tom crawled close to her and pushed at her knees. "Hey, come on," he laughed. "I can't
see nothin' with you all curled up like that."
"Now, Tom, stop it!"
"Come on, you ain't playin' fair." He started tickling her.
"Eeeeee, hee, hee, hee-!"
"Come on, I let ya see mine, now you gotta let me see yours."
"You already saw it! Eeeee, hee, hee!"
"No, I didn't. Come on, open up!"
After a few more minutes of tickling and giggling Emily uncurled a little and let him
open her thighs. The giggling stopped. They were both lying on their sides, facing each
other. More specifically, Tom was facing his mother's cunt and she was facing Tom's
prick. They could feel each other's hot breath between their legs.
Tom moved a little closer and so did Emily.
That stiff little dick seemed to be drawing her toward it like a magnet. She put her
trembling hand on his smooth bare hip, and then – Oh, my got! – she felt the pressure
of hot, soft skin on the inside of her lower thigh, just below her crotch.
It was Tom's cheek. Holy shit! he thought. At that close range the smell of her boiling
cunt damn near gassed him, but it attracted him, too. He moved closer, deeper into the
fumes...
Emily moved closer, too. Spreading her thighs wider, she slid her hand around Tom's
hip to the cheek of his ass, stroking, stroking, stroking the smooth, soft skin, and she
brought her other hand up along the inside of his lower thigh and touched his balls.
Tom's pelvis twitched at the touch, and he reached up and took hold of one of her
swollen nipples, squeezing it. She squeezed his balls in return. With his other hand he
combed through the fuzzy curls of her bush and slipped a finger into the gooey mouth
of her cunt.
It seemed to Emily that at the exact moment that finger touched her throbbing clit her
lips closed around the head of Tom's throbbing prick.
"Oh!" Tom cried softly.
"Mm!" Emily grunted, sucking gently but urgently, squeezing his nuts with her left
hand and stroking the crack of his ass with her right, thinking, I'm sucking him off! I'm
sucking my own son's prick! And he's-! He 's-!
Tom's nose was jammed tightly into the wet hairy place between his mother's asshole
and the bottom of her cunt, and his tongue was in the upper part of the slit, lapping
and lashing furiously at her painfully erect clitoris.
He 's eating my pussy! This first round was a quickie. They were both too hot to try to
make it last. It was just a rapid-fire burst of sucking and slurping, and as soon as Tom's
sweet, thick cum came flooding into Emily's mouth her cunt went off like a bomb.
SQUOOSH! And the hot cunt lather foamed up around Tom's cheeks and into his
nostrils and his throat and he probably got some in his ears, too, and he came so hard
and so long that when it was over he thought he must have fired his very balls out
through the end of his dick.
My mother has swallowed my balls, he thought. But of course she hadn't really.


Chapter 11

The search went on for two hours but they never did find Silvia's bikini bottoms. They
were getting waterlogged, their skin was shriveling up, they had to get out of the
goddamn ocean. So finally Harry went up to their blanket and came back with a towel,
which Silvia wrapped around her hips like a sarong. It fell of twice on the way to the
beach, and it almost fell off again as she was crossing Ocean Boulevard on the way to
the car. All this attracted even more attention than when they'd had their little orgy at
the rope, but they made good their escape without any serious consequences.
After they'd gone, the little girl who had asked her mother what "jack me off" meant,
lifted Silvia's bikini bottom from the water and said, "What should I do with this,
Mommy?"
As soon as she got into Emily's car Silvia took off the wet towel-sarong and drove home
bare-ass. On the way, Harry and Terry took turns playing with her cunt, and since
Harry was taking his turn when they pulled into the alley behind the Ranch, Terry
jumped out of the car and had run into the house before they could stop him.
"Terry! Wait!" Silvia called, but it was too late.
Terry ran across the living room to the kitchen and was about to fix himself a quick
sandwich to keep from starving to death, when he noticed his mother's bedroom door
was open. Then he heard the squeak, squeak, squeak. It sounded like the bedsprings.
Holding a slice of bread in each hand, he walked slowly back across the living room to
the open doorway, reaching it just as Aunt Silvia and Harry came bursting through the
back door. But that wasn't what made Terry drop both slices of bread. It was what he
saw inside the room.
His mother was sprawled out on her back in the middle of the bed, stark naked, and his
brother was on top of her. He was naked, too, and his bare ass was pounding up and
down between his mother's open thighs, and he had one of her tits in his mouth. There
were playing cards and all kinds of clothes strewn all around them, on the bed and on
the floor. Terry wondered about the baseball cap...
Harry and Silvia had rushed up behind him and were now peering over his shoulder.
They grinned, winked at each other, and shook hands behind Terry's back. Then they
tried to pull the wide-eyed little fellow back out of the doorway. But Terry wouldn't
budge. He seemed rooted there like a tree.
"Come on, honey," Silvia whispered. "Let's go get something to eat."
"Yeah, come on, Terry," Harry whispered. "We'll explain this to ya."
But Terry didn't even hear them. All he heard was the squeak, squeak, squeak of the
bedsprings and the squish, squish, squish of Tom's prick jabbing in and out of Mom's
cunt, and then – "Uhn!" Tom grunted.
"Ah!" cried Emily, wrapping her legs around Tom's jerking butt. "Uhn!"
"Ah!"
SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH!
"Uhn-uhn-uhn-uhn-!"
"Ah-oh-ee-oo-ah-ah-ah-ah-!" SQUEAK-SQUISH! SQUEAK-SQUISH! SqueakSQUISH-squeak-SQUISH!
"Ohhhhhhh..."
"Ahhhhhhhh..." Emily and Tom went limp. Harry and Silvia kept tugging at Terry, who
just stood there staring, his mouth hanging open. Then Emily opened her eyes and saw
the three of them standing there at the door. At first she opened her eyes only halfway,
a smile of contentment on her lips. Then she opened them all the way and the smile
disappeared. "Terry!" she gasped.
That seemed to break the spell Terry was in, and he spun around and ran for the stairs.
"Go after him!" Silvia said to Harry, and Harry took off. "Go easy on him!" she called.
"I will," Harry said, bounding up the stairs.
When Silvia turned back to the bedroom, Tom had dismounted and sat up, his prick
and balls gleaming with cunt cream. Emily was sitting up, too. "Silvia!" she gasped.
"How could you?!"
"Now, take it easy, Sis," Silvia said. "We tried to stop him but he was too fast for us.
Anyway, you're the ones that left the goddamn door open."
"I-I forgot about it," Emily said, covering her face with her hands.
"Yeah, you forgot about it like you forgot that Tom and Terry would come back from
the store yesterday. I think you wanted 'em to see Harry fuckin' you, and I think you
wanted Terry to see Tom fuckin' you."
"No!" Emily protested. "No, I didn't! I-I-!"
"Well, maybe it was a good thing, whether ya did or didn't. After all, it was what Tom
saw yesterday that got you and him together today. And maybe what Terry saw just
now will help to get you and him together tonight."
"But we... we weren't gonna do anything," Emily stammered. "We were just gonna play
cards and tell you that we... that we..."
"But we ended up doin' it anyway," Tom said.
"Yeah, it just... sort of happened, didn't it?" Emily said.
"Uh-huh," Tom said.
Silvia laughed. "It sure did. You two were really goin' at it. Well, I'm gonna take a
shower, and then we'll-"
"Wait!" Emily said. "What... what did you say about... tonight?"
"I said this'll make it easier for you and Terry to-"
"Silvia, no!" Emily cried. "Not tonight!"
"Why not? Strike while the iron's hot, I always say."
"But-!"
"Now, don't worry," Silvia chuckled, removing her sarong and untying her bikini top.
"Just leave everything to me."
Terry didn't go down to dinner that evening. He said he didn't want to. He said it to
Harry, not to Tom, though both boys were there when he said it. He didn't say
anything at all to Tom.
Anyway, they didn't have dinner as usual that night. Silvia was the only one who took
time out from the preparations to fix herself a snack. Later, Tom asked Terry to go
downstairs and bring up some sandwiches. Terry acted like he hadn't heard anything.
Then Harry asked him to do it, and he said, "Okay."
Getting Terry downstairs at this particular time was part of the plan, and when he got
down there everything was ready. Everything, that is, except Emily, who was nervous as
hell.
Luckily, Terry didn't see his mother at first. All he saw was his Aunt Silvia and the
movie screen. Emily was sitting on the sofa, hidden for the moment behind the screen.
"Oh, there you are, Terry," Silvia said.
"Whatcha doin'?" Terry asked glumly.
"I'm gonna run a film on your mother's projector. Wanta watch?"
"No," Terry said, continuing on toward the kitchen. He thought she meant those stupid
home movies his mother had taken of him and Tom playing in the back yard. "I seen
all them movies."
"You haven't seen this one," Silvia said. "It's one I brought with me from New York. I
think you might like it."
"Is it a...?" He was going to ask if it was a dirty movie, but just then he saw his mother
sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a short black lace nightie he'd never seen before.
She must have got it from Aunt Silvia. She was sort of stiff-looking, sitting there with
her hands folded in her lap and her knees pressed tightly together.
"Come on," Silvia said and laughed, switching off the overhead light and going around
to the projector which was set up behind the sofa. "If ya don't enjoy it, ya get your
money back. Sit down over here with your mama."
Silvia was wearing a sexy nightie, too. It was a red nylon thing with black lace around
the edges. Only one small lamp was still burning, but even in the dim light he could see
her big nipples through the nylon. Then he noticed he could see his mother's nipples
too... He'd forgotten all about bringing sandwiches to Harry and Tom, but he said,
"Uh... no, I, uh..." Emily heard a strange voice say, "Come on, Terry, please," – and
then realized with a start that the voice was her own. "Let's... watch it together."
Terry was about to make a run for the stairs when Silvia switched off the last lamp and
started the projector. "Hurry up," she said. "The main feature's starting."
It didn't look so scary with the lights off. The flickering beam of colored light from the
projector drew Terry around to the front side of the screen as a moth is drawn to a
lightbulb, and before he knew it he was sitting on the sofa. Beside his mother.
But he forgot about his mother as soon as he saw what was on the screen. Holy cow!
A pretty, black-haired, big-titted lady dressed only in her underwear was letting a little
boy into her bedroom. She looked to be in her late thirties and the boy didn't look
older than twelve. He was fully clothed, but not for long. The lady helped him off with
his shirt and then she got down on her knees in front of him and started opening his
pants. The boy giggled and squirmed around like she was tickling him. Terry had a
hard-on already. "Now watch this," – Silvia said. The lady pulled the little boy's pants
down to his knees and his stiff dick sprang up right in her face. She touched the tip of
its head with her tongue, then slid her full lips over it and started sucking. Her head
went forward and back, forward and back: suck... suck... suck...
Emily's arousal was beginning to overcome her fear and nervousness. She was intensely
aware of Terry's presence. He wasn't wearing anything but his pajama bottoms, and out
of the corner of her eye Emily thought she saw a movement between his legs...
The sucking-off scene ended and now the little boy was lying on his back on the lady's
bed. His prick was sticking straight up, and the lady was bending over the foot of the
bed, tickling his little balls. He didn't have any pubic hair at all. The lady had plenty,
though. You could see it through the front of her sheer white bikini panties. It was very
black. Her nipples were very dark, too, and they showed vividly through the cups of her
white see-through bra.
As the lady on the screen climbed onto the bed, Emily felt her sister's hand on her right
shoulder, pushing. Terry was sitting to her left. Silvia was trying to push her toward
him. She resisted for a moment, then moved over a little. She had no panties on, only
Silvia's little black nightie, and she could feel her thighs getting wet and hot.
The lady on the screen stopped scratching the little boy's balls, stood up straight and
unhooked her bra. It slid down her arms and the camera zoomed in on her tits as they
tumbled free. Terry blinked and realized two things. One, he had ahold of his prick.
Two, Mom's hip was up against his hip. He swallowed and let go of his prick. But he
didn't move over. He couldn't be sure, but it didn't feel like there was anything between
his mother's hip and his except his pajamas. Her hip felt very hot. His prick was very
hard. When the lady on the screen took off her panties, Terry glanced down and saw
that his mother had already taken hers off.
The black-haired lady got onto the bed, straddled the little boy's belly and dangled her
big tits in his face. There was a close-up of him sucking her nipples. First he sucked the
left one, then he sucked the right one.
"Goddamn," Silvia said. "I've seen this thing a dozen times but it gets me hot as hell
every time." And she pulled her nightie off over her head. Like Emily, she wasn't
wearing anything under it. She came around and sat on the arm of the sofa to Terry's
left, just inches from his elbow.
Terry and Emily both turned their heads and looked at Silvia sitting there in the
flickering light of the movie screen, stark naked. Then they looked back at the screen
and saw the lady turning around on the bed, ass-to-face with the little boy. Practically
sitting on his face, she lifted his hips off the bed and he let his little legs fall open wide.
The camera angle changed to a shot from the foot of the bed, a perfect crotch shot of
the boy. "
"Watch now," Silvia panted, putting her hand on Terry's thigh. "She's gonna suck his
balls."
As soon as the lady took the boy's nuts into her mouth, Terry felt another hand, this
time on his right thigh. It was his mother's hand and it felt even hotter than his aunt's.
Holy cow, he thought. Emily resented her sister's trying to steal the show like this, first
taking off her nightgown and then putting her hand on Terry's leg. It was this little
spurt of anger that gave her enough courage to do what she had done. Once her hand
was on his leg, however, her anger went away and she got scared. But when Silvia
started pulling his left leg toward her, she reacted by pulling on his right leg. This
resulted in the spreading of Terry's thighs. Emily lowered her eyes from the screen,
where the woman was sucking the boy's balls, and looked down at the little tent in the
front of her son's pajamas. Oh, God, she thought, and her hand began to slide up his
thigh...
Terry jumped when Silvia's hand tightened suddenly on his other leg. "Watch this!" she
said.
The kid's balls slid wetly out of the lady's mouth and there was a close-up of her long
thick tongue pushing into his tight little asshole.
Emily and Terry's eyes were glued to the screen. Their mouths were open and they were
breathing hard. Silvia took the opportunity to take Terry's right hand and place it
between Emily's legs.
Emily's breath caught in her throat, and she reacted by quickly closing her thighs,
which had been drifting apart during the last few minutes.
It scared Terry, too, Aunt Silvia sticking his hand in his mother's crotch like that, and
he would have jerked his hand away if she hadn't clamped down on it. But then the
hot, hairy, gooey feel of her cunt made his fear go away and he was glad his hand was
trapped there. It gave him an excuse not to pull it out. After a moment he began to
wiggle his fingers in the hair.
As the camera position switched to the head of the bed, showing the little boy lapping
the woman's dripping cunt and sticking his fingers in her asshole, Silvia reached around
behind Terry and undid the bow of her sister's left shoulder strap. The left side of the
sheer black nightgown slid down and caught on the knob of Emily's swollen nipple.
"Silvia!" she began. "What are you-?"
But just then Terry's prick slipped through the slit in the front of his pajamas and the
little tent collapsed, leaving the centerpole standing free.
Emily stared at the prick. The little swollen head was peeking up at her out of its
foreskin. The sight of it made her mouth water. It made her cunt water, too. The hot
juice bubbled around Terry's fingers. Her hand was less than two inches from that
delicious-looking little rod.
Terry looked down at his lap and saw his dick sticking up out of his pajamas. He saw
his mother's hand moving toward it. Her thighs opened and it seemed like his fingers
were drawn into the hot, gooey mouth of her cunt. Wiggle, wiggle. Squish, squish. The
nightie slipped off Emily's nipple and she pressed the naked tit against Terry's shoulder.
Silvia leaned over so that one of her bare boobs rested on Terry's other shoulder and
untied Emily's other strap. The top of the nightie fell down into Emily's lap. Terry
stared down at his mother's big round naked tits glowing in the colored light from the
movie screen.
Emily's trembling hand closed slowly around Terry's dick.
Silvia reached down and unsnapped his pajamas.
The woman on the screen was lying on her back with her ass propped up on two fat
pillows and the little boy was on his knees between her legs, fucking her. Every time he
rammed it in her big jugs jiggled and bounced.
But nobody was looking at the movie any more.
Silvia was down on her knees on the floor at Terry's feet, pulling his pajamas down over
his knees, stripping them from his ankles.
I'm naked, he thought. Mom's playing with my dick. I got my hand in her pussy. Then
Silvia moved over in front of Emily and pulled Terry's gooey hand out of Emily's
syrupy crotch. "Just a minute, honey," she whispered, pulling Emily's nightie down over
her hips. "Lift your ass a little, Sis."
Without taking her eyes off her left fist, which was sliding up and down Terry's hard,
slippery little prick, Emily raised one ass cheek and then the other so that Silvia could
pull the nightie off.
I'm naked, she thought. Terry... little Terry... is fingering my cunt. And I'm jacking his
little cock. His sweet, hard, hot little cock... The little boy in the movie pulled his prick
out of the lady's foaming hole, jumped from between her legs, squatted on her tits,
grabbed his prick and shot his cum in her face. She opened her mouth and some of his
load jetted into her throat, but most of it splattered into her eyes and nose and when he
finished she had cum all over her face.
That was the end of the film. It went flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, and Silvia got up to turn
it off. The flickering colored light was now a steady white glow reflecting off the screen.
Terry thought his mother looked even nakeder now, and Emily thought the same thing
about Terry.
Terry looked up from Emily's tits and at the same moment Emily looked up from
Terry's prick, and suddenly they were looking into each other's eyes...
Silvia stopped the o film spool but left the projector light on, because she didn't want to
miss anything. When she got back to the sofa Emily's open lips were clamped onto
Terry's.
They were locked in a passionate embrace, feverishly feeling each other up. Emily was
ramming her tongue down Terry's throat as if her tongue was a cock and his throat was
a cunt, and Terry had his whole hand up inside her gash now, and with his other hand
he pawed her tits and squeezed her nipples, and she was jacking his prick and rubbing
his nuts and "YEEK!" Terry cried, lurching forward so violently that Emily was thrown
flat on her back on the sofa with him on top of her.
Tom and Harry had been watching all this from the shadows of the stairs. Tom
whispered, "What happened?"
"I think she goosed him," Harry replied.
"Oh," said Tom.
All Emily knew was that suddenly Terry was on top of her, lying between her legs, and
all Terry knew was that his mother was suddenly underneath him with her legs
wrapped around his waist. He had both hands on her naked tits and his prick was
twitching in her cunt hair.
"Terry!" Emily gasped.
"Huh?" Terry panted.
"Fuck me!" she gasped.
"Okay," he panted.
"Hot damn!" Silvia whispered, grabbing a flashlight with one hand, her cunt with the
other, and squatting down at the end of the sofa where she could look up between the
legs of her sister and nephew. She switched on the flashlight and the crotch shadows
vanished. "Oh, wow..." Silvia had a ringside seat, but her head was blocking Tom and
Harry's view. They hurried quietly down the stairs, crept up behind Silvia and peered
over her shoulders.
They all three held their breath as Terry's prick jabbed and stabbed urgently into the
wet hairy nest between Emily's twitching thighs.
Jab, jab! Stab, stab!
But he couldn't seem to find the hole.
"Wait!" Emily gasped. "Let me-" Terry raised his smooth-skinned, round-cheeked ass
and Emily's hand slithered into the beam of the flashlight. As she took Terry's hard
little rod between her thumb and two fingers, Silvia leaned over the arm of the sofa for
a closer look. Harry leaned closer, too, but Tom got around behind Silvia's broad bare
ass, stuck his prick into her drooling cunt and grabbed her boobs with both hands. He
pushed his prick deep into her hot hole, squeezing past the finger – hers – which was
already in there. His prick and her finger played footsies while they watched Emily
guide little Terry's dick into her inflamed fuckhole..."Now!" Emily breathed.
"Uhn!" Terry grunted, socking it into her: squish-splat!
"Oh, God!" Silvia groaned as Tom started fucking her: hump, hump, hump, his belly
going slap, slap, slap against her big soft ass.
There wasn't any hole available for Harry – unless he wanted to fuck Tom in the ass,
which he didn't – so he spat in his hand and started jacking off.
The flashlight jerked and jumped with Tom's fuck strokes but not enough to spoil the
view. They could see right up into Emily's foaming, fat-lipped cunt, because she had her
legs in the air and Terry's legs were spread apart. They could see Terry's stiff little prick
flashing in and out, his little nuts jiggling, his little ass cheeks shuddering. They leaned
closer...
Emily and Terry thought it was the fucking that was causing the burning sensation on
the insides of their thighs and buttocks. Neither of them had ever been so hot in their
lives. Emily kept shoving her tits into Terry's mouth and he sucked and chewed them
like a fiend, thinking, I got my mom's tits in my mouth! I got my dick in her pussy!
Her pussy's tighter than Aunt Silvia '&! And juicier! And hotter! And Emily was
thinking, Terry! Little Terry! Sweet, innocent little Terry! He's sucking my tits! Fucking
me! Really fucking me! Jabbing his sweet, stiff little prick up my cunt! So fast! Faster
than Tom! Faster than Bozo! Burning me! Burning me up! Oh-.' They were hot, but
they weren't that hot. It was the flashlight that was causing the burning sensation.
However, that didn't make their orgasms any less violently explosive.
Emily's began like an earthquake "Ah... ah... ah..." and climaxed like an erupting
volcano.
"AHG!" Gush! "AHG!" Gush! "AHG!-" As Terry started to cum-spurt! spurt! spurt.'-he
thought his balls were being sucked into his mom's cunt, but that was only because of
the hot cream that came surging out of her hole, swamping his whole crotch. He buried
his face between her heaving tits, got a firm grip on her fat nipples, clenched his teeth
and held on for dear life: Spurt! spurt! spurt! spurt! spurt! spurt. "AHG!" Gush!
"AHG!-uhn!" Gush!
Spurt! Spurt! Gush!
"Uhn!"
Spurt! And then Tom got off: "Ah!" And his cum went squirt, squirt, squirting into
Aunt Silvia's boiling cunt.
Silvia came, too, and her cunt went squish! squish! squish! and the flashlight beam
jerked and jumped all over the place.
"Ah!" Squirt!
"Mm!" Squish!
"AHG!" Gush!
"Uhn!" Spurt!
And then Harry shot in his mother's face. Splat!


Chapter 12

On the morning of Silvia and Harry's departure, Emily and her kids drove back home
from the train station, collapsed on the living room floor and slept through the rest of
the day. They didn't even wake up when Herb Harper knocked on the door at eight
o'clock that night.
It's no wonder they were so tired. They had celebrated Silvia and Harry's last day in
Florida with a marathon sex orgy that lasted twenty-two hours, nonstop. It's a miracle
they made it to the train station that morning without having a wreck.
The party started off with Harry fucking Emily in the ass while she sucked Terry off.
Then Emily sucked Tom off while he ate Silvia's cunt.
When they'd recovered from that, Tom and Terry made a sandwich with their mom.
She mounted Tom, who was lying on his back, and little Terry got around behind her
on his knees. As soon as Tom had his prick in her cunt, Terry stuck his in her asshole.
That drove Emily wild, getting it off both her little boys at once like that. Silvia got a
little carried away, too, and before the three reached their climaxes she squatted down
on Tom's face, facing her sister, and Tom slurped her big shaggy cunt while she and
Emily rubbed their tits together and pinched each other's nipples – until Harry
squeezed in between them and stuck his prick into Emily's mouth. When everybody
had cum, Emily felt like her whole body had been pumped full of cum. She had cum in
her rectum, cum in her cunt, cum in her mouth, throat, stomach, running out her ears,
it seemed.
After that somebody suggested they invite the dogs to the party. "Hey, yeah!" Silvia
agreed. "The poor things haven't had any pussy in a week." So they quickly covered
their nudity – partially covered it, anyway – with whatever rag was at hand, ran to the
kennel and came back with Mack the collie, Bozo the boxer and Boris the great Dane.
Emily started it off by giving Boris a blowjob.
She said, "Up, boy!" and Boris stood up, putting his huge paws on Emily's shoulders.
He had a tremendous hard-on and his big red pointed cock seemed to stick out a foot.
"Now, come over here, Silvia," she said, and after transferring Boris' paws to Silvia's
shoulders she sat down on the floor between her sister and the dog, took his big black
balls in her hand and slipped her lips over the swollen head of his slimy cock.
Harry was impressed. "Jesus, look at that!" he said.
"Yeah!" said Tom.
"Yeah!" Terry said. "Suck it, Mom! Suck him off!"
Emily put on a wild show, sucking that big nasty thing for all she was worth, and she
even swallowed all that thick hot dog cum. After that, Bozo and Mack took turns
fucking Silvia.
Then they decided to go up on the roof of the kennel. They went up there stark naked,
spread out some quilts and blankets and made a daisy chain. Silvia lay on her back and
while Harry lapped her cunt Terry mounted her face and fucked her in the mouth.
Emily got on her hands and knees behind her son – who was eating his aunt's box –
and fucked him in the asshole with her tongue while Tom fucked her in the ass with his
dick. Luckily, no police helicopters flew over while this was going on.
All that night the cum and cunt juice flowed freely. They did everything they could
think of. At one point, when the boys were fucked out, Emily and Silvia even ate each
other. They'd never done that before, even when they were kids. It sort of symbolized
their newly restored friendship, as well as the new life that Silvia had opened up for
Emily.
Anyway, the party went on and on, right up until it was time for Silvia and Harry to
heave, and if it hadn't been for Herb's persistence, Emily, Tom and Terry probably
would have slept for the next two or three days.
Knock, knock, knock?... Knock, knock, knock?... Knock, knock, knock?...
Tom was the first to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. He didn't see anything.
For a minute he wondered if he had fucked himself blind. Then he realized it was night
and there were no lights on.
Knock, knock, knock? He crawled over to a table lamp and switched it on. His mother
was sprawled out on er back with her legs spread and her dress pulled up to her waist.
It was a dress Silvia had given her, a thin, purple, low-cut thing – too low-cut for a bra.
That was what she had worn to the station. Now one edge of the neckline had slipped
down off her shoulder and her left tit was hanging out.
Knock, knock, knock? Terry was sleeping beside her, also on his back. But he'd taken
off his clothes before going to sleep and his little prick was sticking straight up. Tom
wondered how in the hell he could have a hard-on after that orgy, until he looked down
and saw that he had one, too.
Knock, knock, knock? Tom yawned and crawled over to Emily. He took the nipple of
her exposed tit between his thumb and forefinger and shoot it gently. Jiggle, jiggle,
jiggle. "Hey, Mom. Wake up."
"Mm?"
"Wake up." Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. "There's somebody at the door."
Emily's eyelids fluttered and opened a little bit. "Huh?"
"There's somebody at the door."
"Well, go see who it is," she mumbled, scratching her cunt.
"Okay," Tom said. He put his pants and staggered over to the door.
Knock, knock-? "Oh!" said Herb, narrowly missing Tom's forehead with his fist as the
door opened. "Hi, there, kid. I was beginnin' to think nobody was home. Your mama
here?"
Tom yawned and said, "Yeah. She's here."
"Oh," Herb said. "Well, uh..."
"Who is it?" Emily said, sitting up.
"It's Mr. Harper," Tom said.
"Oh," Emily said, falling back onto the rug. "Tell him I'm asleep."
"She's asleep," Tom said to Herb.
"But I just heard her..."Herb's face fell and he sighed. "Okay, I get it," he said. "See ya
later, kid."
"Okay, Mr. Harper," Tom yawned. "Keep tryin', maybe she'll give it to ya someday."
He shut the door, shuffled over to the sofa and flopped down on it.
Suddenly Emily sat up and opened her eyes. "What did you say to him?" she asked.
"I told him to keep tryin'," Tom said. "Maybe you'd give it to him someday."
Emily blinked her eyes. Then she jumped up and ran to the door. Herb had just
reached the sidewalk. "Hey, Herb!" she yelled.
Herb spun around – and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Emily's tit was still
bulging out of her dress. Herb hesitated for a moment, then started back up the
walkway to the house. The closer he got the wider his grin became, until finally Emily
looked down to see what he was grinning at. He had reached the doorstep by that time.
"Oh!" she said with a giggle, hurriedly tucking her nipple into the sagging neckline and
pulling the sleeve back up to her shoulder. "Excuse me, I didn't mean to open the door
with my boobs hanging out."
Herb said, "Huh?" He looked confused.
"I said, I didn't mean to come out with my tits showing," Emily giggled sleepily.
"Would you like to come in?"
"Uh... Yeah! Yeah, sure, I'd like to come in!"
Emily smiled and turned sideways in the door.
"Well, come on, then," she said.
She stuck her tits out so far that there was no way Herb could go through the door
without brushing against them. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and her nipples
caught him just below the left sleeve. Emily saw the goosepimples pop up on his arm as
soon as it made contact with her thinly veiled nipples.
If Herb was confused by all this, he was absolutely startled by what he saw on the floor
as Emily closed the door behind him: Emily's youngest son, sprawled on his back, stark
naked, with a hard-on. He thought, What the hell-?
"Now," Emily said, ignoring the sleeping beauty on the floor, "what was it you wanted,
Herb?"
"Huh?"
Emily came over and stood in front of him. When he looked up from the naked boy he
saw that her neckline was slipping again. It was less than an inch above her left nipple.
She was so close to him her tits were almost touching his chest.
"I said, what was it you wanted to see me about?"
"Oh, uh," Herb stammered, "I, uh, was just wondering if, uh, you were, uh, busy
tonight."
"No, I'm not busy," Emily said. "You're not?"
"No."
"Oh... Well, how 'bout you and me, uh, takin' in a movie or somethin'?"
"Okay," Emily said. "Huh?"
"Let me go freshen up a little. Make yourself at home, I'll just be a minute."
Tom had been sitting on the sofa since Herb came in. Now he got up and followed his
mother into the bathroom.
"Hey, what about me and Terry?" he said.
"Well," -Emily splashed water in her face- "you guys are going to have to learn to share
me with... other men sometimes."
Tom thought about that for a minute as Emily dried her face, put on some powder and
brushed her hair. Then he shrugged and said, "Okay. But what are me and Terry
supposed to do while you're out gettin' balled?"
Emily pulled up her dress and sat down on the toilet. "Hm," she said thoughtfully as
she began to piss. "What about that little girl up the street – what's her name?"
"Y'mean Nancy?"
"Yeah, Nancy. I've seen the way she looks at you and Terry. I bet she'd just love to
come up here and keep you company while I'm out."
"Yeah... I guess she would... but..." Emily stripped some toilet paper off the roll, and
wiping her cunt with one hand she put her other arm around Tom's waist and drew
him up between her legs. "Really, honey," she said in a gentle voice, "don't you think
it's time we started fucking people in our own age groups once in a while?"
"I guess you're right, Mom," Tom said. "I know I am," Emily said, unzipping his fly
and pulling out his prick. "Jesus! It's up again already."
"Uh-huh."
"Mm," Emily said, sucking it into her mouth. "Mm... mm... mm..."
"Hey, don't make me cum, Mom!" Tom cried suddenly in a loud voice that Herb heard
in the living room. "I won't be able to do it with Nancy!"
He pulled his dick out of her mouth, flung open the bathroom door and ran from the
house in such a hurry he forgot to shove his hard-on back into his pants and zip his fly
until he hit the sidewalk.
Emily was still laughing when she came out of the bathroom.
Herb was still standing there in the middle of the room, looking like he was shell
shocked or something.
And Terry was still lying there on his back when Tom got back to the Ranch with
Nancy. Herb and Emily had already left.
Nancy took one look at that stiff little prick and said, "Holy shit!" And then she turned
to Tom and whispered, "Can I suck him off?!"
"Sure," Tom said, dropping his pants and stepping out of them.
Nancy got down on her hands and knees, crawled up to the sleeping boy, wet his cock
with her tongue and very slowly and carefully began to suck it with her soft little
rosebud lips.
Tom got down on his knees behind her, threw her skirt up, pulled her panties down
and slipped his price into her pussy.
That pussy was so tight compared to the ones he'd been fucking for the last few days
that it was almost like an electric shock. The pussy gripped his dick like a little hand
and in spite of everything he could do to prolong the ecstasy he came after only a dozen
strokes.
SSSSQUIRT! SSSSQUIRT! SSSSQUIRT!... As for Terry, it was the best wet dream he'd
ever had in his life.


THE END
