Momma's Boy
by Toni Scott


CHAPTER ONE 

"Aw c'mon, Mom! Give me a break! I didn't go outside at all today!" 

"I'm sorry, Gary," Lucy said sympathetically. The blonde, voluptuous 
thirty-six-year-old woman raised her hand and again rapped lightly on her 
son's bedroom door. "you know what the doctor said. If you don't bathe at 
least twice a day the infection might recur. The you'll be home sick for 
another two weeks, and I'm sure you don't want that." Lucy smiled and 
repeated the knock. "Come on, son. The tub is probably just about full now." 

There was a muffled obscenity on the other side of the door. Then Lucy heard 
the bed creaking, and she knew her son was putting on his bathrobe. Smiling, 
she leaned against the hallway wall and waited. Her son opened the door a 
moment later. 

"Okay, Okay," Garry muttered. He looked at Lucy almost peevishly, drew the 
sash of the terrycloth robe tightly about his waist and walked down the hall 
towards the bathroom. "I just wished that such a fiend about cleanliness, 
for Christ's sake." 

"I'm sorry, son," Lucy muttered. She shook her head affectionately and 
followed her son down the hall. Just looking at him made something swell in 
her heart. He was such a handsome boy, tall and with an athletic build; with 
his mussed brown hair, freckles and forever curious expression he looked 
like a latter-day version of Tom Sawyer. And only seventeen years old! Lucy 
sighed and flushed with motherly pride and affection. It wasn't just his 
good looks, she knew; she would have loved him as much no matter what 
appearance was. It was because he was her son. 

"Jesus is it hot in here," Garry muttered. He opened the bathroom door and 
waved his arms back and forth, as if to dispel the stem that floated above 
the bathtub. 

"It's suppose to be hot. Nice and steamy, Garry; just like the doctor said." 
Lucy smiled lovingly into her son's eyes. Then she snapped her fingers and 
gestured towards his robes." Now off with that thing. Let's get down to 
business." 

At the prospect of exposing his nakedness to his mother's eyes Garry became 
suddenly embarrassed. Blushing, he averted his eyes and stared into the 
steam. 

"I could do this myself for once, you know," he murmured, "I'm not all that 
sick anymore." 

Lucy smiled and shook her head. "How Garry; you know what the doctor said 
just as well as I do. You're not supposed to expend your energy any more 
than necessary." 

"Yeah, but," Garry shrugged and shook his head. "It's just ... you know ... 
I hardly feel sick at all." 

"Gary," Lucy said warningly. She narrowed her eyes an looked at her son 
crossly. It was difficult; it was always difficult to angry with her son. 
"Take off the bathrobe." 

"Oh Jeez! All right," Gary replied. He sighed and undid the sash of the 
robe. "It's just kind of embarrassing, if you know what I mean." 

Lucy remained silent. Garry slid the bathrobe over his muscular shoulders 
and let it fall to the floor. In the hazy light of the steam-filled bathroom 
his lean, athletic build glamed like a statue of Apollo. Lucy couldn't help 
noticing the thick growth of hair across his chest, and how perfectly, 
provocatively formed his buttocks were. A thick knot formed in her throat, 
and she had to repress a sigh. Her son, she thought adoringly; someday he's 
make some deserving woman very, very happy. 

"Christ is this hot," Gary murmured. He touched his toe to the surface of 
the bathwater and winced. Then he climbed into tub and stretched out his 
back, letting the steaming water come up his chin. "Okay; I'm ready." 

"That's a good boy, darling," Lucy said happily. She picked up the bar of 
soap and the washrag from the sink. Then she knelt on the throw rug next to 
the bathtub and prepared to soap her son's naked body. "Now, remember what 
the doctor said; you're supposed to relax as much as possible. Let me do all 
the work, Garry. Remember, you're supposed to be recuperating." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Gary murmured. He sighed and settled further into the 
tub. "Whatever the doctor says." 

"That's a good boy," Lucy murmured approvingly. She squirmed next to the tub 
to put herself in good position for the washing. Beneath the lacy, feminine 
fabric of her house robe the full globes of her ample breasts swayed heavily 
back and forth. She could fell the stretching along the sides of her rib 
cage, and the protuberant buds of her nipples distending stiffly with the 
sensation. She winced. Her breasts were so big that the weight of them hurt 
her lower back; she'd have to start wearing a brassiere more often, even 
around the house. Lucy sighed and pushed the rag and soap bar under the 
water to moisten them. She rubbed the bar into the rag to her son's body and 
lightly began to soap the firm, muscular flesh of his upper chest. 

"Now," Lucy said in a doting, maternal tone of voice. " I want you to tell 
me all about how you've felt today, Gary. Remember, the doctor wants a 
complete report." 

Gary shrugged and sighed. " Aw, I feel fine, like I said. My temperatures 
normal and I was restless all, day. Reading in bed's a big pain. I'll bet I 
can go back to school in a couple of days." 

Lucy smiled and moved the washrag up to her son's shoulder caps. "Well from 
what you say I'll bet you can too, Garry," she said. She raised her eyes and 
looked at him mischievously. "And I'll bet you'll be glad to go back too, in 
spite of all you say about the missing your free time and school being a 
bore." 

"I guess so," Gary said noncommittally. 

"I'll bet you miss your girlfriend, Terri," Lucy added. She moved the 
washrag down his shoulders and gently sudsed his long, muscled biceps. "Why, 
it's been a whole week since the two of you have been together, hasn't it?" 

Garry averted his eyes and fidgeted nervously in the tub. "Terri and I broke 
up." 

Lucy let the rag fall into the water and stared at her son in surprise. 

"Why Garry! Nobody told me! Now when did this happen?" 

"About a week ago." Garry sighed and folded his arms behind his head. 
"That's why you haven't seen her, I guess." 

Lucy stared at her son a moment longer. Then she retrieved the rag and 
rubbed it soothingly over his lower chest, making his small male nipples 
stiffen with the sensation. 

"Do you mind telling me what it was about?" she asked softly. Garry said 
nothing. 

"You really ought to tell me, so," Lucy added coaxingly. "I am your mother." 

"Ohhhh," Garry moaned. He blushed slightly and stared in exasperation at the 
ceiling. "We had a big fight - it's really stupid, actually - cause she 
wouldn't let me - you know - got to bed with her or anything." 

"She wouldn't?' Lucy lifted her head and studied her son quizzically. "Why, 
I thought all girls had sexual relations these days, Garry. At lest that's 
what I've read. I don't really know myself, of course and women's 
liberation, I thought the girls could do whatever they liked." 

"Oh, horseshit." Gary muttered. 

"Please don't swear, darling." 

"Well, they won't got o bed with me, at any rate!" Garry laughed. 

Lucy dropped the rag into the water and looked at her son meaningfully. 

Something in the back of her mind told her that she was treading on 
forbidden ground, but she loved her son far too much to mind her own 
business. 

"Gary," Lucy asked gently. "Do you mean to tell me that you've never had 
sexual relations with a girl?" 

Garry eyes widened, and swiveled his head towards his mother in surprise. A 
deep blush of embarrassment colored his cheeks. Gary averted his eyes and 
stared shamefully in the bath water. 

"Answer my question, darling," Lucy coaxed. 

"No," Gary muttered. 

"You mean you're a virgin then." 

"Yeah." 

Lucy sat up next to the tub and stared silently at her son's humiliated, 
youthful expression. She shook her head and sighed heavily. 

"That isn't healthy, Garry," she said softly. "A handsome seventeen year old 
boy like you should be having sex with lots of girls .You need a sexual 
outlet, son." 

"Do you try to have sex with girls?" Lucy prodded. 

"Yeah," Gary replied 

"And they won't let you. Is that it?" 

"Yeah." 

"Do you have any idea why not?" Lucy asked gently. 

"Because I'm too fucking ugly, that's why!" Garry exclaimed suddenly. 

Lucy leaned away from the tub and stared at her son in wide-eyed 
bewilderment. His expression had changed completely. Now he looked almost as 
if he were about to cry; Lucy could see the moistness under his eyelids, the 
redness in his cheeks and the miserable line of his lips. 

"Garry!" Lucy exclaimed. 

"I'm sorry!" Garry shouted. He buried his head in his hands and leaned 
against the wall at the far side of the tub. "I know. I shouldn't swear! I'm 
sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry about everything!" 

For several seconds Lucy simply stared at her son in stupefaction. Then she 
felt herself overwhelmed by a motherly, loving need to comfort him. Before 
she knew what she was doing Lucy leaned far over the tub, oblivious to the 
fact that her sash of her housecoat fell in the water. She wrapped her 
slender arms tightly around her son's neck and pulled him close to her 
voluptuous bosom. Her moist full lips touched his ear lobe, then his chin 
and the redness of his cheek. Lucy pressed her lips tightly into Garry's and 
kissed him hotly, painfully conscious of the way her heart pounded with 
maternal concern and adoration. 

"Oh Garry, you're not ugly, you're not ugly, you're not ugly at all!" Lucy 
cried. She kissed her son hard on the lips and then moved her lips 
frantically from his nose to his dimpled chin to both his cheeks, like an 
animal trying to lick clean the wounds of another. "I don't ever want to 
hear you say that about yourself, ever again! Do you hear me? You're my son, 
darling, and I'd never lie to lie to you. You're a very, very beautiful 
young man!" 

Garry said nothing. Instead he only blushed that much more deeply and stared 
into the bathwater, as if it held the answer to all his problems. After a 
while Lucy reluctantly disengaged herself from the embrace. For a moment she 
simply knelt next to the side of the tub, staring at Garry and smiling 
happily. Her mind reeled with a thousand thoughts of him, all the secret 
memories she had stored deep down inside since his childhood; at the moment 
she was sure she loved him as much as ever in either of their lives. Lucy 
sighed and shook her head characteristically. Then she picked up the wash 
rag and silently resumed the soaping of his body. She finished his chest and 
moved the rag down to his stomach, pressing the dripping terrycloth fabric 
into the indentation of his navel and scrubbing in light circles around it. 
Lucy smiled and glanced down her son's body, looking towards his thighs and 
his genitals; she would have to wash them next. Then her breath caught in 
throat, and for the first time she dropped the washrag without having 
intended to. 

Garry's penis was rapidly swelling into erection. Lucy's eyes widened 
enormously, and in spite of herself she stared blatantly at the thickness of 
his male organ. Ordinarily Garry had a very nice, well endowed cock. Lucy 
has seen it many times, particularly during the last week when she had had 
to wash him twice every day, and she had secretly learned to appreciate his 
male endowment; it was just one of many things about him that would 
extremely happy. But every time she had seen it before, it had been 
completely flaccid, hanging limply between his thighs, obviously in an 
unaroused state. Now his penis was obviously not flaccid at all. It was 
still nor completely hard, but it was apparently growing into full 
tumescence. Lucy gasped lightly and stared at it. Her son obviously had an 
exceptionally long, thick member The underside of it was turned to her; she 
could see the swollen bloated pinkness of his genital flesh, and the welter 
of blue veins that stood along the surface. The head of his prick was spongy 
and protuberant. As looked at it twitched and bobbed luridly before her 
eyes, moving form his upper thighs to navel as the length his bloated organ 
swelled quickly with complete load blood. 

"I'm sorry, Mom," Garry murmured "Oh God, please; I'm really sorry." 

Lucy pulled her eyes away for the stiffening length of her son's prick and 
looked at his face. Garry was obviously aware of what she had been looking 
at. His were flushed crimson with humiliation, and he again looked as if he 
was about to cry. His expression was helpless and pleading and utterly 
alone, like a lost little boy: He managed to hold his mother's eyes for only 
a second. Then he averted his gaze and stared miserably in the water. 

For a moment Lucy didn't know what to say. She felt quite embarrassed 
herself. The sight of her son's blood engorged member did arouse her, and 
she felt guilty about the excitement of her incestuous desires. But she knew 
that her son was apparently much humiliated by the experience than she was, 
and she felt a tremendous need to comfort him in any way she could. 

"Oh Garry," Lucy sighed. She assumed her most forgiving, maternal expression 
and stared lovingly in his eyes. "You mustn't be embarrassed, darling. 
Sexual needs are perfect natural." Lucy lifted her hand and soothingly 
caressed her son's shoulder. "You're only a seventeen year old boy, a 
teenager. Teenage boys are very easily excited. Why, I remember when I was a 
girl; teenage boys were just the same way then. It's perfectly natural for 
you to be excited, Garry. Gary. You shouldn't be embarrassed by it all." 

"Yeah, yeah," Garry said. He lifted his head and stared painfully at the 
ceiling. "I know that, but ...oh Mom ... oh Christ ..." The discussion of 
his sexuality was evidently more than Garry could stand. He groaned heavily 
and buried his head in his hands. 

Lucy hesitated and studied her son's expression as carefully as she could, 
trying to understand what was bothering him so much. When she spoke again 
her voice was quiet and understanding as she could make it; "Garry," she 
said, "does it bother you that you became aroused while I was embracing you, 
your mother?" 

Garry nodded his head and kept his face buried in his hands. 

All the air seemed to leave Lucy's lungs at once. She pressed her fingers 
demurely against her lips, momentarily suppressing a laugh. 

"Oh Garry, that's so ridiculous!" Lucy exclaimed delightedly. "I've already 
told you, darling, your excitement is perfectly natural. You shouldn't be 
embarrassed because I'm your mother! I understand, darling; you should never 
feel embarrassed in front of me about anything. You're a growing young boy. 
Maybe I'd be worried if you didn't get an erection." 

Garry lowered his hands and stared into his mother's eyes. He was only able 
to look at her for moment., but in that second his expression was so 
helplessly grateful for her understanding that Lucy felt moved almost to 
tears. Her heart pounded wildly in her bosom, and she felt her cheeks 
flushing with loving adoration. 

"Oh, darling!" Lucy cried. Without knowing what she was doing she again 
leaned across the tub and embraced her son hotly. Her moist full lips laved 
wetly against his; Garry month opened, and Lucy instinctively thrust her 
tongue against his. 

"There, you see!" Lucy exclaimed. She kept her arms folded around Garry's 
neck and giggled softly, hoping that she would be able to make him laugh. 
"I'll kiss you just as often as I want to, son, and there's nobody who can 
stop me! Why I love you too much to stop even if I wanted to!" 

Garry said nothing in response. Instead he lowered his eyes and continued to 
stare at the bathwater. His expression was extremely strange. His eyes were 
both subdued and excited; his lips were curled in a look as if he was 
overwhelmed by so many emotions at the same time that none of them could be 
clearly expressed in his face. 

"Garry! What is it?" Lucy narrowed her eyes and worriedly studied her son's 
face. Then she swiveled her head slightly and stared down his body. 
Immediately her eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and a deep gasp 
emanated from her throat. "Oh son," she sighed breathlessly. 

Garry's penis was now as hard as a rock. The long thick trunk stood out of 
the bath water like a length of iron pipe, throbbing stiffly straight up in 
the air. The upperside of his cock was now turned to her, and Lucy could see 
how hard his organ really was. The blue veins stood out luridly for the 
hardened pink flesh, like the exhaust pipes of racing car. The 
mushroom-shaped head was swollen and bloated with its engorgement of blood; 
even as Lucy stared a it, it twitched and bobbed spasmodically, and she 
could see thin trail of translucent seminal drippings emerging from his cum 
slit. 

"Awww, Mom, I'm sorry." Garry murmured. He pressed his palms against his 
face and shuddered convulsively; for the first time Lucy heard him sobbing. 
"Aw, shit, I just fucking can't help it! I don't want to but I can't help 
it, I fucking can't! I get so fucking horny, awww, Mom, I'm sorry, I'm 
sorry, Oh God ..." 

It took Lucy a moment before she could recover enough to answer him. She 
knew her son was in mental anguish, and she desperately wanted to comfort 
him. But for several seconds all she could do was stare at the throbbing 
stiffness of his meaty erection. As she did so her eyes widened enormously, 
and she gulped reflexively. It was simply huge, at least eight inches long 
and equally thick. And it was so incredibly, impossibly stiff. The thick 
stalk of his swollen member stood out of the water like a baseball bat, like 
heavy wooden club' its blue-veined stiffness actually shivered with every 
pulsation of blood through it, like a taut archer's bow. Lucy liked her lips 
and gulped again. This was beginning to make her extremely excited. Beneath 
her housecoat she could feel naked, curvaceous body tingling with her wanton 
arousal; the pouting lips of her pussy were moist and swollen with 
horniness, and she could sense the pungent wetness of juices flowing 
profusely through her loins. 

"Awwwwww, God, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Garry repeated incessantly. He 
was obviously crying helplessly now; over his fingers, his forehead was 
crimson with shame, and his whole body shook convulsively in the bathtub. 
"Just forgive me, Mom, oh, Mom, oh please! I can't help it, I swear I can't 
help it at all." 

"This isn't healthy, son." Lucy murmured softly. She tried to lift her eyes 
to her son's face, but continued instead to stare at the stiffened length of 
his penis. "Its one thing to be aroused easily, but it's another to be .. 
like this. It isn't healthy to repress your desires so much. You need ... 
you need to have some sort of outlet. I know it would be better with a girl, 
but at least you should masturbate." 

"I do fucking masturbate!" Garry cried. He removed his hands from his face 
and stared at his mother pleadingly. Hs expression was masked of frustration 
and misery. "I masturbate all the fucking time! I'm telling you that it 
doesn't do any fucking good! Least goddamn thing happens to me, any thing at 
all and I get another fucking hard-on! I can't help it, I swear ... oh 
Christ!" 

"Then you need to be with a woman, Garry," Lucy said vaguely. She tried to 
pull her eyes forcibly to her son's face, but simply couldn't stop staring 
at the swollen thickness of his erection. Her own sense of arousal had grown 
much more ravenous; her nipples were distended stiffly beneath the robe, and 
the hair-fringed lips of her cunt literally pulsed with her raging genital 
heat. "This is very unhealthy. You're going to congest your testicles this 
way ... with too much sperm, You have to start having sex, son, the sooner 
the better." 

What the fuck am I supposed to do!? Rape somebody!" Garry lifted his head 
and looked at his mother with shameful helplessness. "I tell you they won't 
go to bed with me! I ask 'em to but they won't, they won't fuck me at all! 
Awwwww, Mom ... oh Jesus!" Garry pressed his palms against his face and 
clawed his cheek with his fingers. The he simply cried, letting his 
miserable tears drip into the bathwater. 

"Oh Garry," Lucy sighed. 

Garry didn't answer. Instead he cried that much louder, now it took as if he 
would be unable to stop. Lucy stared at him and bit her lip, feeling a much 
pain as he did. The she closed her eyes and tried to think. The decision she 
faced with was very simple, and she already knew there was only one 
possible. 

Secretly she always wanted to have intercourse with her son. The desire had 
been present in her ever since his birth, since she saw his penis and 
realized that she'd had a boy. It is true that Lucy was an extremely horny 
woman. She recognized that in herself, and sometimes when she became aroused 
by the sight of her son's lean, muscular body it embarrassed her terribly. 
But deep down inside she also knew that her incestuous passion was basically 
only another expression of her love for only child. Garry was a sensitive, 
intelligent boy, not like the others brutes in the neighborhood. Lucy in a 
way wasn't surprised by the news that he was still a virgin at the age of 
seventeen. The girls in the neighborhood were brutes to; a first sexual 
experience with one of them might do him terrible damage. No; Garry needed 
tenderness and understanding, the special gentleness only a mother could 
give him. Lucy had always known that, but out of a sense of conventional 
morality she had restrained the force of her incestuous desires. 

But for her son's sake she could longer afford to restrain them now. Lucy 
bit her lip and shuddered, painfully conscious of the enormity of her 
decision. Then she lifted her hand and moved it across the bathwater. Her 
fingers touched the blue-veined stiffness of son's bloated organ; she could 
feel its pink hardness throbbing against her hand now, its meaty thickness 
against own flesh. A convulsive shudder ran the length of Lucy's body. The 
heat of ravenous passion pervaded her entire body now, moistening the fleecy 
curls of her pubic vee and making the inner walls of vigina throb 
spasmodically with the need for copulation. Lucy signed and opened her hand. 
She wrapped her fingers around the meaty thickness of his erection and 
closed her hand around the center of his throbbing dick. Then she squeezed 
the flesh with a loving, insistent pressure. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Mom! Oh my God!" Garry cried. He gasped transfixedly and stared at the 
spectacle of his mother's fingers encircling the pulsating stalk of his 
engorged member. "Mom, you can't ... Jesus, what are you doing?" 

"You need a sexual release, son," Lucy replied calmly. She smiled and began 
to stroke her hand lovingly up and down the length of Garry's dick, sighing 
as felt her son's blue-veined stiffness throbbing against her palm. 
"Repressing it is bad for you. You might do damage to your system. You need 
a woman very very badly, and I guess I'm just the only one around." 

"Yeah, but ... Jesus Christ!" Garry gasped. He grimaced and pushed his hands 
tentatively against Lucy's shoulders. "No, you can't do that! Mom, for 
Christ's sake, cut it out!" 

"I'm going to do it, Garry," Lucy said gently. She turned her shoulders away 
from him and leaned over the side of the bathtub. Then she began to stroke 
his erected penis much more intently, doing everything she could to arouse 
him past the point of control. Immediately the stalk of engorged member grew 
even stiffer in her hand, so much so that it literally pulsated wantonly in 
her grip. Lucy smiled secretively and continued to stroke him, sliding her 
fingers repeatedly over the hardened pinkness of his dick. She was 
thirty-six years old and she'd already been married. Experience was the best 
teacher. Lucy knew what turned men on, the way they liked to have their 
pricks handled, and she especially knew the desire of her own son: 

"Oh, Mom," Garry groaned. 

"Relax, darling; just relax," Lucy said soothingly. She smiled maternally 
down at his blood-engorged organ and stroked it in long, steady movements, 
making the bathwater splash lewdly against the sides of the tub. "You need a 
sexual release, and I'm going to give it to you. I want to help you, son. 
Now just let me do all the work for both of us." 

"Oh, Mom ... oh Christ," Garry muttered. He raised his hands and made a last 
tentative motion to push his mother away from him. Then the ravenous 
sensations of his arousal evidently became more than he could resist. Garry 
grimaced and bared his teeth, flaring his nostrils with animalish 
excitement. His hands gradually fell from Lucy's shoulders back into the 
tub. Then a heavy sigh emanated from his lips and he relaxed dreamily into 
the water, relinquishing himself to the depraved pleasures of incestuous 
gratification. "Oh, Mom," he repeated. His cheeks flushed with desire, and 
his lips curled into a luridly happy smile. "Oh Mom ... oh, God ... oh, 
Jesus, Jesus ... oh, Goooooddd ..." 

"That's right, darling, that's right," Lucy murmured. She studied her son's 
helplessly transfixed expression and giggled lightly. He was still such a 
boy, she thought lovingly. Teenage boys were like that; they were so 
excitable; they were like animals in a way, horny day and night. Lucy smiled 
and returned her attentions completely to the meaty thickness of Garry's 
erection. The crown of his member was swollen to adder-like proportions, 
throbbing lewdly over her rapidly moving hand. Lucy readjusted her grip 
around the stalk of his organ so that her thumb would give him much more 
pleasure. Then she dropped her free hand into the water between his thighs. 
Her fingers found the hairy sac of his testicles. The orbs of his balls were 
bloated and congested with their engorgement of sperm, drawn up tightly 
along the underside of his member; Lucy knew it would not be long before her 
son had his orgasm. Smiling, she clasped her hand around his testicles and 
squeezed them gently as she continued to stroke his aching cock. 

"Unggghhhh!" Garry groaned. He winced and shook his head against the sides 
of the bathtub, as if barely able to stand the force of his gutteral 
arousal. "Oh, Mom ... oh, fuck, that's so good ... unggghhhhh! Unh ... ung 
... unh unh unggggghhhhh!" 

"Do you like that, darling?" Lucy asked. She studied her son's agonized 
expression and giggled salaciously. "Maybe you'd like to do it a little 
harder." Lucy tightened the grip of her hand around her son's swollen 
member. Then she began to masturbate him in short, urgent movements of her 
elbow, as if forcibly milking the creamy white fluid out of the orbs of his 
bloated balls. Immediately Garry's grimace intensified, and as his cock 
throbbed spasmodically in his mother's hand, he writhed helplessly in the 
bathwater. 

"Unggghhhh, Jesus, Jesus Christ!" he grunted. Garry grimaced and his hand on 
top Lucy's knuckles, as if encouraging her stroke his bloated organ that 
much harder. "Unhh, unhh, unhhh ... harder, Mom do it harder, I'm gonna 
cum!" "You go right ahead, Garry," Lucy murmured. She smiled and bent a 
little further over the tub, concentrating more fully on the frantic 
movements of her hand over his blood-engorged member. "Go ahead and cum, 
darlin, it's good for you. You can do absolutely anything you like." 

"Ungghhh, unggghhh, unggghhhhh . . " Garry grunted. His expression contorted 
in an agonized expression of sexual desire. Then the swollen shaft of his 
prick stiffened to absolute stiffness in Lucy's masturbating hand, throbbing 
and heating furiously against her palm. "Awwwww, Mom ... cumming, ungghh, 
God, I'm cumming ... ungghh, ungggh-hh, ungggghhhhhh!" 

Suddenly an enormous gusher of mil-white seminal fluid spurted from Garry's 
twitching cum slit. It was easily the most profuse release of sperm Lucy had 
ever seen. The first spasm spurted almost two feet in the air, jetting out 
of his naked chest and plopping luridly on his naked chest and shoulders and 
neck. Lucy gasped and continued to tug her hand along the blue-veined 
stiffness of his throbbing dick, sperm out of his bloated testicles. The 
spurts kept coming, again and again and again. Finally the creamy semen 
simply oozed from his spongy cockhead, dripping lewdly down the backs of 
Lucy's fingers and moistening his tawny public hair with cum. 

"Oh, Garry, oh my God!" Lucy gasped. She widened her eyes and stared 
disbelievingly at the profusion of her son's semen. It covered his chest 
completely, like a river running from his neck to his loins. Lucy could see 
droplets of his sperm on the sides of the bathtub and the tiled wall behind 
them. Oh Garry," Lucy repeated. She shook her head and studied the length of 
his still throbbing erection encased in her fingers. "Garry, my god I no 
idea you were so ... excited!" 

Garry said nothing. Instead he simply closed his eyes, folded his arms 
across his forehead and settled into the bathwater. From experience Lucy 
knew he was too overwhelmed by the intensity of their first incestuous 
contact to be thinking of anything. 

"Honestly, Garry, I can't see why you should have any trouble getting a 
girl," Lucy murmured distractedly. She stared at the swollen thickness of 
her son's organ in her fist and shook her head repeatedly back and forth. 
For moment she did not feel so much like his mother as like any red-blooded 
young woman, in complete awe of a teenage boy's unexpected male prowess. "I 
mean, your cock," Lucy continued. "It's so big and thick, and it gets so 
hard. And the way you just had your orgasm. I mean, seriously; I'd think any 
girl your age would be simply delighted." 

"Ohhhhhh," Garry moaned. "Ohhhh, god ... oh did that feel good." 

"Well I would imagine it would," Lucy said. "Keeping so much sexual fluid 
stored inside your testicles; it's simply unbelievable. Honestly, if I'd 
known about this before I would have had to do something about it much 
sooner. Repressing your desire is very bad for your health, son. Everybody 
needs an outlet, especially a teenager your age." 

Garry remained silent. Lucy shrugged her shoulders and glanced back to the 
blue-veined stiffness of his engorged organ. Instantly her throat thickened, 
and she felt her cheeks flushing with color. Garry's cock was still hard! It 
was not as rock-hard and rampant as it had been before his orgasm, but it 
was still obviously swollen with blood in a state of arousal. Lucy could 
still see the blue veins standing out its bloated pink surface, the spongy 
head of his dick throbbing lightly with irrepressible desire. 

"Garry!" Lucy gasped. She leaned and tightened the grip of her fingers 
around his half-erect member, as it performing a test; immediately it grew a 
little harder in her hand. Lucy widened her eyes and stared disbelievingly 
into her son's face. "Why Garry, my God, you're still excited, aren't you? 
Even after all that!" 

Garry nodded his head and sighed. 

"Okay, darling, all right," Lucy said softly. 

Garry nodded his head. 

"I hope I didn't lead you to believe that you weren't supposed to 
masturbate," Lucy said worriedly. She frowned and move her hand with 
increasing speed along the stalk of his bloated organ, adjusting the temp of 
her masturbation to the throbbing of prick. "I never intended to do that; 
those stories about self abuse and blindness are just old wive's tales you 
know. In moderation it is an excellent sexual release, especially for boys 
your age. Oh Lord!" Lucy winced and sighed as she thought of her son's 
misery. "And you've been keeping all of this inside you, with all your 
problems. I only wish I'd known about it sooner." 

Garry remained silent. Instead he groaned and held his arms over his face 
and squirmed pleasurably in the bathwater, relinquishing himself entirely to 
forbidden delights if incest. Suddenly Lucy realized exactly experience had 
excited her tremendously; beneath her housecoat her moist pussy flooding 
with her womanly juices. She wanted to it, she thought, and it would be good 
for her son too. Garry needed sexual pleasure. She knew exactly what he 
wanted, and it was much better than her hand. 

"Oh, darling," Lucy murmured. She stopped jerking his prick and wrapped her 
fingers around the very base of his tumescent organ, holding it straight up 
above his loins. Then she leaned far over the bathtub. She opened her mouth 
and lowered her head over the spongy, purplish crown of his mushroom-shaped 
cockhead. Her lips touched the circumference of his blue-veined shaft. Lucy 
closed her mouth pursed her full lips wetly around the throbbing stiffness 
of her son's erection, making the grip of her mouth as tight as she could. 
Her cheeks puckered inwards to increase the suction in her throat; 
automatically began to stroke her hand rhythmically along the base of his 
member. Then she began to suck feverishly her son's all the strength she had 
in her, laving her tongue lewdly around the head and sucking the length of 
his bloated organ deep into the warmth of her throat. 

"Mom! Jesus Christ!" Garry gasped. He opened his eyes wide and let his arms 
his fall to sides. For a second he seemed unable comprehend the spectacle of 
his mother sucking his meaty erection. Then pushed his hands against the 
bottom tub and made a vague attempt to pull away from her. 

"No, darling, don't'," Lucy said. She lifted her head momentarily and stared 
shamelessly into Garry's eyes. "You need this Garry. Don't feel ashamed of 
yourself. It's perfectly natural. I only wish I'd known bout your 
predicament sooner." 

Garry continued to stare disbelievingly into her eyes. Lucy smiled and 
turned m him. Then she again lowered engulfing the length of his rampant 
erection deeper in her throat. This time sucked his cock much harder, 
hopping that the intensity of the pleasure would help Garry forget his 
inhibitions. Her tongue writhed around his spongy crown a slippery eel; she 
clasped her lips und the swollen stiffness of his cock and licked it 
furiously, as if forcibly trying to raw every inch of his blood-engorged 
member deep into her mouth. 

"Ohhhhhh," Garry moaned. "Oh God...oh God ...ohhhhhhhh..." For a moment 
longer he seemed indecisive, poised between two alternate choices. Then the 
exquisite sexual pleasure got the better of him. Garry moaned and closed his 
eyes. He his arms across his face and settled water, giving himself up 
completely to his mother's lips and hands. 

"That's right darling, that's right," Lucy he lifted her head momentary and 
smiled at Garry adoringly. Then she wrapped her lips around his prick and 
returned her complete attention to his blood-engorged organ. She could feel 
it throbbing in her mouth now, the sac of his testicles contracted tightly 
along the, underside of his dick; she knew from experience that it would not 
be much longer before he had his second orgasm. Lucy mewled softly and 
sucked her son's erection that much harder. The salty taste of his penis 
filled her whole mouth. She could hardly wait for his orgasm, for the heavy 
white droplets of his sperm gushing and spurting against the back of her 
throat. Lucy knew how excited she was; her cunt was literally gurgling with 
the flow of her juices, and her clitoris was completely erect; she knew she 
would suck down every single drop. 

And it didn't matter, she thought. Lucy smiled and bobbed her head 
rhythmically over her son's loins, fucking herself in the mouth with the 
swollen stiffness of his erection. It didn't matter what any of them 
thought, if the taboo against was so strong that she might be put in jail. 
What was the difference if her son was sexually frustrated and miserable? 
That as the only important thing. He needed her help. And she would give it 
to him. She would give him absolutely anything he wanted. 

 CHAPTER 3 

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Lucy pressed her hands over her ears and continued to pace nervously around 
her bedroom, trying to block out the huckster's voice. She didn't want to 
hear it she thought miserably; the commercials on the radio were banal and 
meaningless, and the music was even worse. But she was afraid of the silence 
even more. If she shut off the radio the absence of fooo of sound would fill 
the whole room. Then, inevitably, she would hear her son moving in the 
adjoining bedroom, and she would be reminded of the whole thing again. 

Her son. Lucy sighed unhappily and walked more quickly around the room. it 
was now late the next evening, just over a full day since her incestuous 
contact with Garry, and she had been miserable ever since. It had ended 
terribly. As soon as Garry had cum in her mouth all his old inhibitions had 
seemed to pour in on him at once; without saying a word he'd simply climbed 
out of the tub and left the bathroom, leaving his mother behind him. Lucy 
had hardly talked to him all day, and when she had it had been obvious that 
their sexual experience had upset him terribly. His expression had been 
haggard and miserable. He couldn't even look her in the eye for a second; he 
looked as if he didn't know who he hated more, his mother or himself. 

And it was all her fault. Lucy moaned and hugged herself tightly as she 
passed the mirror feeling her fingers press into her bare arms through the 
sheer fabric of her robe. She couldn't remember the last she'd felt so 
utterly ashamed. Deep time down inside she knew that her motives for having 
sex with her son were completely pure; he was terribly frustrated, and she 
loved him; it was only natural that she should try to help him as best she 
could. But in retrospect she couldn't stop herself from wondering if that 
was the case at all. Maybe she wasn't so loving and caring; maybe she was 
just a horny middle-aged woman who would do anything to copulate with a 
teenage boy, including partaking in the forbidden pleasures of incest. Lucy 
shook her head and held her shoulders of incest. What was the difference, 
she thought miserably. That was what Garry thought of her; he'd probably 
hate her for the rest of his life. 

"Oh God, " Lucy moaned. She sat suddenly on the edge of the bed and held her 
head in her hands, unconsciously mimicking her son's gesture in the bathtub. 
None of this would have happened if Daniel hadn't left her, she thought 
guiltily. It had been over a year since his departure, and she'd been alone 
ever since. Perhaps if he'd stayed their family life would have been more 
normal. Then she would have had a husband to care about, someone to love 
besides her only child. Maybe it would have been better ... 

"Oh no," Lucy said. She stood up quickly from the bed and blinked her eyes, 
deliberately trying to clear her mind of the foolish thought. No, she 
reminded herself, no, that was ridiculous. Her husband Daniel had been a 
brutal, sadistic man She'd never wanted to marry him in the first place, but 
it had been her family's decision, and in hindsight she knew that going 
along with them had been the worst choice she'd ever made. In their 
seventeen years together Daniel had always treated her with an unfailing. 
sense of malice and hatred. Even his job had been bad, Lucy thought. Owning 
his own truck driving that big Kenworth day in and day out from one end of 
the country to the other, being away, from home for weeks at a time ... that 
was no kind of life for a husband and father. No, Lucy thought emphatically, 
no., no, no way at all. Daniel had even looked vicious. Six-foot 
three-inches in his stocking feet, 240 pounds of heavy muscle, would have 
been more a face and head that would have been more appropriate on a grizzly 
bear. Lucy could even remember several time been scared to look at him, when 
he'd been treating her kindly. No, she repeated to herself; she would just 
have to stop looking at the past through rose-colored glasses Daniel's 
departure had probably been the best thing that ever happened to her in her 
life. It was true that she had little money, that he'd left her almost 
without a penny to her name and a mortgage to keep up, but it didn't matter. 
Even being alone with Garry was better than being with him. 

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Lucy walked hurriedly across the room and shut off the radio. Then she stood 
still and listened carefully. For a moment the, silence filled the bedroom 
completely. Then Lucy heard a faint stirring in her son's room, and she 
realized that Garry was still awake. A faint shudder ran down Lucy's spine, 
widening her eyes and curling her lips in an expression of mingled' dread 
and excitement. Then she turned and walked quickly out of her bedroom. She 
shut the door behind her, tightened the sash of the robe around her waist 
and walked the few steps to her son's bedroom door. Another shudder coursed 
through, her spine, and she felt her stomach churning with fear. But she 
ignored it. Luc y took a deep breath, raised her arm and lightly rapped on 
her son's door. It didn't matter, she thought bravely, it didn't matter if 
he stared at her with utter contempt the whole time she tried to talk to 
him. This, the wall between them now, was simply unbearable. She had to 
fight back her own feelings, her sense of embarrassment and guilt. She 
simply couldn't be alienated from her own son. 

"What is it?" Garry's voice asked behind the door. 

"Nothing special, darling," Lucy called back. She leaned towards the door 
and twisted the knob hopefully. "I heard you awake in there. I just thought 
we could talk for a while." 

"Yeah, okay," Garry murmured. 

Lucy's son's bedroom was the typical den of an American teenage boy. The 
floor was littered with heaps of clothing, and the walls and shelve s were 
cover ed with rock posters, rock albums, books on paranormal intelligence 
and a few souvenirs of his adolescence. The only part of the room that 
seemed well kept was his desk, which was devoid of schoolbooks or any other 
sign of homework. Lucy closed the door quietly ;behind her and padded into 
the room. Garry was sitting up in bed with a book folded across his lap, 
naked from the blankets up The only light in the bedroom was the bright 
glare of his bedside lamp. Half of his face was shadowed, but Lucy ..could 
see that her son's expression was worried and embarrassed and expectant, all 
at the same time. 

"What are you reading, Garry?" Lucy asked nervously. She smiled and took a 
seat on the edge of the bed, next to his knees. "Maybe you're doing your, 
homework for once." 

"It was nothing that fantastic," Garry replied. He folded the book and 
tossed it, onto the floor next to the bed. 

"Oh," Lucy said softly. 

There was a long pause. Lucy closed her eyes and turned her head, trying to 
summon up all her will power. Then she opened them again and stared 
meaningfully into her son's eyes. 

"Garry, I suppose you know what I want to talk about, she said quietly.
 Garry nodded his head and gulped. 

"Maybe you thought to tell me how you feel about it first." 

"Oh, I don't know," Garry muttered. He flushed and stared at the blankets. 
When he continued his voice was a barely discernible mutter. "I mean, Christ 
the whole thing is really weird. I don't know ... like I don't know how I'm 
supposed to react to it." 

"Do you feel ashamed of what we did?" Lucy asked gently. 

"Yeah, I guess so." 

"Can you tell me why?" 

Gary shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, Mom, you know, what do 
you expect me to say?" he murmured wearily. "I mean, you know how it is. 
It's incest. That's a really heavy thing. If any body ever found out about 
it ... Jesus, I'd just be dead. I mean ..." Garry raised his eyes and looked 
at his mother openly. His expression was helpless and unhappy, as if she 
were the only person left he could turn to. "Maybe I can tell myself that 
there's nothing wrong with it, that it's just what everybody else thinks. 
But I still feel ashamed of it deep down. You know what I mean?" 

Lucy nodded her head and smiled. "I know exactly what you mean, Garry. 

And, darling, I hope you understand that I was sincerely trying to help you. 
I mean, honestly, you're such a handsome young man, and it's terrible that 
you should be so miserable and frustrated just because the girls in your 
school are acting so ridiculous. You really do need a sexual release, Garry; 

I meant what I said last night. It isn't healthy to repress yourself like 
that. Honestly , honey, I was only trying to help." 

Garry chuckled drily and stared at the blanket. "Yeah, that's great," he 
murmured. "My own mother feels so sorry for me that she has to go to bed 
with me." 

"Oh, Garry!" Lucy exclaimed. She shook her head in exasperation and touched 
his arm in an effort to emphasize her meaning. "Oh, Garry, you've got it all 
wrong. I wasn't feeling sorry, for you like that. You've got a beautiful 
body, son. I mean,, how big your penis is and how easily you're sexually 
excited. There isn't a girl in the world who wouldn't be attracted to you." 

"Yeah?" Gary said. He raised his eyes and looked at her hopefully. "You 
really mean that." 

"Of course I do darling," Lucy said, smiling. "Last night you made me 
extremely sexually excited. Why, I'll bet I was even hornier than you were." 

For a second Garry's expression opened completely, and he actually looked 
proud and happy. Then something seemed to catch in his face. Garry averted 
his eyes and stared at the floor. A flush emerged in his cheeks and spread 
crimson throughout his face. Lucy narrowed her eyes and studied her son 
quizzically, wondering at the sudden change in her mood. Finally she turned 
her head slightly and looked at her body. As she did so her throat thickened 
and her eyes widened; she felt a familiar sensation in her loins, a wanton 
tremor of arousal coursing through the pouting lips of her vagina. In the 
center of the bed., under the covers, there was an enormous bulge over her 
son's waist. Garry had a huge erection. 

"Oh, Garry," Lucy sighed. 

"I'm sorry, Mom," Garry murmured miserably. He shook his head and grimaced 
with embarrassment. "Like I said, I just can't, help it. I try but I can't. 
I'm sorry; Oh God, am I ever sorry!" 

"Garry stop it," Lucy said firmly. 

Garry stopped moaning and looked quizzically into his mother's eyes. 

Lucy stared calmly back at him, waiting for him to quiet down. Then she 
reached across the bed and patted the bulge of his bloated organ through the 
blanket, as if welcoming its presence in the room. 

"Darling, I'm going to have to ask you to do one favor for me," she said 
evenly. "I don't want you ever-to be ashamed or embarrassed about anything 
that happens between us again. I'm your mother, son. There isn't anything 
you could say or do that would make me love you any less. Do you understand 
that?" 

Garry nodded his head. 

"Good." Lucy paused and smiled lovingly into her son's eyes. "Now, if I ask 
you a question you'll be sure to give. me an honest answer, won't you?" 

Garry nodded his head and gulped. 

"Good. Now tell me the truth, darling. would you like to have sex with me?" 

Garry hesitated only a moment. Then he nodded his head a third time and 
averted his eyes. 

"That's what I thought," Lucy said ,softly. She paused a moment longer to 
hold her son's eyes, trying to tell him with her gaze alone how much she 
loved him. Then she stood up from the bed. Flushing slightly, she slowly 
began to undo the sash of her robe. "Well, you care have sex with me, Garry. 
And I want you to remember that we can keep on doing it as long as you 
like." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Oh, Mom," Garry, muttered. He wrinkled his forehead worriedly and squirmed 
under the covers. "I don't know about this." 

"Relax, darling; there's nothing to be frightened of," Lucy purred. Smiling, 
she undid the sash and let the halves of the, robe open before her body. 
Then she slid the sheer lacy fabric over her shoulders and let it fall to 
the floor, leaving herself completely naked. "See, Garry?" she said. "Now 
wasn't that easy?" 

It took Garry several seconds before he could recover himself sufficiently 
to reply. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, and his cheeks flushed 
with the force of his arousal; he lowered his eyes and stared blatantly at 
the mouth-watering curves of his mother's voluptuous body. 

"Do you like me, son?" 

"Jesus," Garry murmured. He bit his lip and frowned, as if his conscience 
was making a last effort to assert itself. Then he simply shook his head 
repeatedly back and forth. "I mean ... Jesus, Jesus Christ!" 

In spite of herself Lucy couldn't help smiling with a burst of womanly 
pride. She was thirty -six years old, but she knew her physique had lost 
nothing with the passage of the years; her body was still much better 
endowed than the figures of women half her age. Her breasts were 
exceptionally large and firm, soft and milk white and capped with 
silver-dollar-sized nipples that were distended stiffly with her passion. 
Her legs were still long and slender and unblemished, tapering into her 
lithe hips, plump buttocks and slight, feminine waist. And her pussy ... 
Lucy flushed-slightly and fidgeted as she stood naked before her wide-eyed 
son, feeling her skin goosebump with narcissistic pleasure. She had only 
slept with a few men in her in life, but I their compliments had been enough 
to tell her that she had one of the tightest and most beautiful vaginas in 
the world.The hair of her pubic triangle was and brown, like the soil of 
soft and fleecy the earth; it flowed profusely into the juncture of her milk 
white thighs, lightly fringing the pouting pink lips of her moist pussy. Her 
vagina sheath was incredibly tight. That had been one of her problems with 
her husband Daniel; the walls of her cunt encased his erection so firmly 
that his excitement grew out of proportion and he orgasmed almost 
immediately, But that would not be a problem with Garry, Lucy thought 
pleasurably. Her son was different in every respect. He might cum inside her 
very quickly, but she knew the massive thickness of his organ would not fail 
to maintain its stiffness. No, she would in find their copulations just as 
satisfying as Garry did himself. "Well, what do you think, darling?" Lucy 
asked. She giggled lightly and moved closer to the bed. Now that the subject 
of incest had been discussed she felt herself relaxing more around him. "Do 
you like my body or don't you?" 

"Yeah, I guess ... I don't know," Garry: muttered. He blushed and averted 
his eyes. 

"You're going to have to learn to relax around me, son," Lucy said gently. 
"Remember what you promised." 

"All right." 

"Good." Lucy smiled and took a seat at the edge of the bed, next to Garry's 
hips. "Now wouldn't you like to touch me, Garry?" 

Garry hesitated briefly. He lifted his head and stared quizzically into 
Lucy's face. Then he brought up his hand and put it carefully on the curve 
of her delicate shoulder. 

"That's good, son," Lucy murmured helpfully. "Go ahead and do anything you'd 
like." 

"Oh," Garry sighed. He gave her shoulder a little squeeze, feeling the 
softness of her milk-white flesh beneath, his fingers. Then he moved his 
hand tentatively over the womanly expanse of her large. breasts. His fingers 
dug into the smooth ivory flesh and gently hefted the naked globes of her 
bosom, feeling their weight and sponginess. Garry lifted his free hand and 
brought it to Lucy s other breast. Then she clasped his hands over the firm 
mammary orbs and squeezed them luridly, milking and tugging the resilient 
skin and feeling her dusky pink nipples erect stiffly into his palms. 

"Oh, Garry Lucy sighed. A wanton blush of arousal coursed through her 
cheeks, and her nostrils flared with forbidden passion. This was the 
beginning to get her extremely excited. Garry's fingers were exquisitely 
pleasurable; she could almost feel a sensual line running from her bosom to 
her loins, making the pouting lips of her pussy swell and her vaginal sheath 
moisten-with her juices. Lucy groaned and squirmed a little closer to Garry 
on the, mattress. "You can suck them if you want to, darling," she purred 
huskily. Go. ahead, Garry, just like when you were a little boy. I want you 
to." 

"Oh God" Garry moaned. He continued to fondle his mother s breasts and 
opened his eyes wide, as if he were completely overwhelmed by the 
shamelessness of the experience. Then he cupped her right breast in both his 
hands and leaned away from the headboard. His mouth opened and closed over 
his mother's large reddish nipple; Lucy could feel his -tongue laving over 
its stiffened bud. The taste of her' breast seemed to arouse Garry 
tremendously. He leaned closer to his mother's bosom and wrapped his arms 
tightly around her back to hold her in position. Then he began to suck her 
distended nipple with a ravenous hunger, tugging the soft flesh of her 
breast into his mouth as if he expected to draw milk. 

"Unggghhhh ... Garry ... oh ohunggghhhhh-hh!" Lucy moaned. She winced and 
inclined her head towards the ceiling, whimpering as she felt wave after 
wave of raging heat course through her hair-fringed pussy. Suddenly she felt 
her excitement growing almost out of control. Garry's sucking was so good, 
and her vagina was so wet; she had to see the throbbing length of his 
erection, feel every blue-veined inch of it buried within the clasping walls 
of her cunt. Lucy lowered her head and pushed her hand across the blankets 
towards the bulge of her son's blood engorged member. Beneath the covers the 
shaft of his erection was as stiff and hard as a rock, as if he could barely 
wait to cum. Lucy paused to squeeze it luridly through the blankets, mewling 
as she felt its throbbing stiffness bounding anxiously in her grabbed the 
edge of the hand. Then she blanket and threw it off his body, leaving her 
son completely naked. The shaft of his erection was every bit as big and 
stiff as she had hoped it would be, even more rampant than it had been 
before. Lucy could see the welter of blue veins standing out lewdly along 
its pink surface, the swollen, mushroom shaped head twitching convulsively 
with its engorgement of blood. As her son continued to eagerly suck her 
breast she reached out and closed her fingers around the bloated stalk of 
his bate him prick. Then she began to masturbate him in long, sure strokes 
of her hand, jacking him off just as she had done in the bathtub. 

"Unggghhhhh!" Garry moaned. He grunted sharply and released his lips and 
hands from his mother's breast. Then he simply stared at her hand moving 
rhythmically over his blue-veined stiffness wincing as his cock pulsated 
rhythmically with lust. 

"Do you want to make love to me now, son?" Lucy asked anxiously. She flushed 
and squeezed his aching erection provocatively, hoping to excite him as much 
as possible; she knew she couldn't wait anymore to feel it pounding through 
the sheath of her pussy. "Please, darling, let's do it now, all right? I'm 
really excited Garry." 

"Unggghhhh!" Garry grunted. He winced and groaned as his mother continued to 
masturbate his throbbing penis. Then he nodded his head quickly up and down, 
making it obvious that. he was as excited as she. 

"Oh, darling, Lucy murmured. She released her hold on his blood-engorged 
member and stood up from, the bed. Her breathing was heavy and feverish, and 
her hair-fringed fissure was literally dripping with wetness; she needed to 
feel her son's massive erection in her cunt as soon as possible. Lucy 
climbed onto the bed and straddled her son's thighs, digging her knees into 
the mat to either side of his hips. The shaft of his blood-engorged member 
was directly beneath her pussy now; she could see the spongy, purplish head 
twitching and bobbing luridly, the slit of his cum hole aimed directly at 
her cunt. Lucy wrapped her fingers around the base of Garry's swollen 
erection and held it carefully in position. A deep shudder pass ed through 
her body, flushing her skin and making the walls of her cunt pulsate lewdly 
with incestuous desire. Groaning, Lucy flexed her hips and lowered herself 
until the outer lips of her labia touched the mushroom-shaped tip of Garry's 
member. Then she slid her body slowly downwards, and whimpering as she 
impaled wincing the first several inches of his stiffened dick into the 
clinging warmth of her cunt. 

"Unggghhhhh!". Garry grunted. He bit his lips and began to shake his head 
senselessly back and forth on the mattress, unable to bear the exquisite 
pleasure shooting through his aching erection. "Oh, Mom ... that feels so 
good ... oh ... oh oh God ... awwwwww ... ." 

"Unggghhhhh!" Lucy moaned throatily. Her face flushed crimson with her 
wanton arousal; she grimaced, drawing back her full moist lips to bare the 
pearly expanse of her teeth. She could feel the shaft of her son's cock in 
her pussy now, and it was even better than she had imagined it would be. His 
bloated thickness seemed to fill her cunt completely; his engorged member 
was actually throbbing inside her, distending the lips of her pussy as far 
apart as they would go. "Oh, darling ... oh, darling ... oh God," Lucy 
whimpered. She grit her teeth and raised her head towards the ceiling. Then 
she slowly lowered her hips completely over his lean young body, groaning 
wantonly as the swollen length of his prick slid completely into, her 
hair-fringed pussy. 

"Unh!" Garry grunted sharply. He opened his eyes wide and stared openly at 
the obscene spectacle of his engorged member resting within the folds of his 
mother's vagina. Then the force of his desire seemed to overcome him 
completely. Garry gritted his teeth and dug his fingers lewdly into the 
milk-white flesh of her thighs. Immediately he began to grind his but tocks 
furiously on the mattress, eagerly trying to thrust the throbbing shaft of 
his erection even farther up into his mother's exquisitely tight cunt. 

"Oh, son ...oh, son ... unhhhhh ... unhhhhh ...ungggghhhhhh!" A deep gasp 
emanated from Lucy's mouth, parting her lips and closing her eyes with the 
ravenous insistence of her passion. As Garry thrust his cock into her pussy 
she could feel her erect clitoris chafing along the upperside of his massive 
dick, sending wave after wave of delicious arousal coursing through her 
loins. Lucy mewled helplessly and leaned over her son's body, planting her 
arms into the mattress to either side of his shoulders for support. Then she 
shamelessly began to buck her jiggling buttocks cheeks up and down over her 
son's body, meeting every stroke of his blood-engorged organ in the 
convulsive rhythms of fucking. 

"Harder, Mom, do it harder!" Garry hissed. He squeezed her thighs more 
tightly and thrust his hips into her loins as hard as he could. "Unggghhhh! 
Gonna cum, Mom ... unh! I can feel it! Do it harder! Unhhh, unhhhhh, unhhhhh 
..." 

"Oh, Garry, oh God, " Lucy squealed. She grimaced feverishly and pounded her 
pussy into his erection so hard that the bed shook beneath them. For the 
moment all her fears of incest had been forgotten. All she could think of 
was that her son had the biggest, hardest cock she had ever imagined, and 
with every thrust of it inside her cunt her loins drew that much closer to 
orgasm. Lucy squealed and panted and continued to move her body rhythmically 
over Garry's erection, lowering her eyes and staring shamelessly at the 
shaft of his cock sliding into her hair-fringed pussy. It felt so good, she 
thought vaguely; it felt so incredibly good. His cock was literally 
pulsating within her cuntal walls, jerking and twitching furiously with its 
engorgement of blood; she could hardly wait to feel the molten load of his 
semen exploding inside her, bathing the inner walls of her vagina with his 
creamy white sperm. "Go ahead and ... unhhhhh ... have your orgasm, Garry," 
Lucy moaned softly. She gritted her teeth and expelled her air slowly 
through her flared nostrils, concentrating completely on the frenzied rhythm 
of their incestuous fucking. "Ungggghhhh ... Oh Garry ... oh, son, that 
feels so good! Awwwwwww ... it's so big and unh ... and stiff cum inside me, 
Garry ... I want to feel it ... I want to feel your sperm ..." 

The wanton obscenity of his mother's words was evidently more than Garry 
could resist. The meaty length of his erection grew momentarily to rock-hard 
stiffness within her cunt; the adder-like head swelled and bloated deep 
inside her body. Then the enormous load of his seminal fluid exploded from 
his aching prick. It gushed inside Lucy's cunt in a creamy white torrent 
shooting deeply inside her and filling her spasming cunt to repletion with 
the wetness of his semen. The spasms racked Garry's body again and again. 
Lucy could feel his prick jerking furiously inside her, spurting spout after 
spout of his fluid against her cuntal walls. A deep flush covered Lucy's 
cheeks, and she smiled with wanton pleasure. As son continued to cum inside 
her she to cum inside hr she skillfully gyrate her rounded buttocks over his 
loins, deliberately contracting the pouting lips of her pussy to literally 
suck his sperm out of his bloated testicles. "Oh, Garry," she moaned. Lucy 
lowered her head and watched with widened eyes as her son's seminal fluid 
dripped out of her gurgling slit, running down the throbbing length of his 
erection into his pubic hair. "Keep cumming, darling," she whimpered. "Oh 
... unhhhhh ... it feels so good, oh God ... keep cumming!" 

Then, finally, Garry's orgasm was over. He shuddered and bit his lips, 
wincing as the final spurts emerged from his twitching cum hole. Lucy looked 
down at him and smiled. She knew how much pleasure she had just given her 
son, and she knew that the pleasure was not over. Garry's prick was still 
stiff and hard within her vagina; it would not be long before he would want 
to start fucking her all over again. 

"Did you like that, darling?" Lucy asked softly. "Oh God," Garry moaned. He 
looked at his mother and smiled weakly. "Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, I really 
did." 

"How do you feel now?" 

"I feel really good." Garry replied. He looked at his mother and smiled 
broadly for the first time in several days. His cheeks were still flushed 
with excitement; he lowered his eyes and stared at her naked, voluptuous 
body with obvious lust. 

"I thought so," Lucy giggled. "I liked it too." Lucy sighed and wriggled her 
hips slightly over Garry's body, making the damp walls of pussy chafe 
against the throbbing stiffness of his member. "Oh Garry, your penis ... 
it's still hard!" Lucy smiled and looked at him almost mischievously. "Would 
You like to do it again, son? We could." 

"Yeah." Garry mumbled. He lifted his hands and clasped his fingers lewdly 
against her breasts, eagerly kneading and massaging the milk-white flesh of 
her mammaries. Then he again began to gyrate his hips into her mattress, 
hungrily thrusting the bloated stiffness of his organ into the hair-fringed 
fissure of his mother's pussy. "Yeah," he mumbled breathlessly. "My cock's 
really stiff. Let's do it right now!" 

"Oh, Garry," Lucy moaned. She bit her lip and grimaced and inclined her head 
towards the ceiling. For a second she simply remained motionless astride her 
son's naked body, gasping as she felt his tumescent member thrusting 
rhythmically into her gurgling cunt. Then she flexed her peach-shaped 
buttocks and again began to move frantically over him, driving the pouting 
lips of her moist pussy again and again into the stabbing impalement of his 
erection. As she did so the walls of her cunt loosened slightly with the 
profusion of her juices, and the bud of her clitoris throbbed to complete 
stiffness; she knew it would not be much longer before she had her orgasm. 
Then they would both have cum, Lucy thought; both of them would be 
satisfied, and they could keep on doing it as much as they wanted to. Lucy 
moaned and leaned over Garry's sweating body. Then she wantonly intensified 
the rhythm of their fucking, driving her cunt into Garry's prick in an 
animalistic frenzy of lust. It felt so good, she thought repeatedly, so very 
very good. Her son's cock was so big and thick, and it was always so stiff; 
she wanted to fuck him forever, just as much as he wanted. She could hardly 
wait to cum. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"0h, I don't know," Dan sighed. He stretched his heavy frame alongside 
Nelida's body and stared at the mug of coffee resting in his lap. "Maybe I 
should go back and maybe I shouldn't. If I look at it, like objectively I 
think one thing. But every bone in my body's telling me to go home where I 
belong. A year away from your wife and kid is just too long, honey. You know 
how it is." 

Nelida smiled sympathetically an looked out the truck windshield. It was now 
about six in the morning and the two of them were parked in the lot of a 
truck, stop, just outside of Cheyenne, Wyoming. Six in the morning was 
already much too late for their timetable. The load Dan had in the back was 
mostly perishable, and Nelida knew that if they didn't make it into Kansas 
City by ten a.m. he would probably be fined heavily. But she also knew that 
they probably would not really be leaving the truck stop for some time, and 
leaving the truck stop for some time, and when they did they might not be 
together. Nelida frowned and looked out the windshield of the Kenworth. Her 
pretty, deceptively innocent sixteen year old face pouted girlishly with 
worry. Outside the weather seemed to mirror her emotions. It was bleak and 
cold; she could see gusts of icy wind pouring across the deserted parking 
lot, shrieking from the dark silhouette of one truck to another like 
primeval birds circling around dinosaurs. Nelida smiled briefly. It was nice 
to be in the truck, lying together in the sleeper and drinking coffee 
together like this. Dan always complained about how cramped the sleeping 
quarters but she didn't mi of his Kenworth were, but she didn't mind at all; 
it was like they didn't have any choice but to cuddle. Nelida frowned 
suddenly and looked into her mug of coffee. The sad things of course, was 
that this would ever might-be the last, time they share the pleasure 
together. She knew that this was the most, important discussion Dan and she 
had had in a year of being together day and night. 

"Why do you want to go back to your wife all of a sudden?" Nelida asked 
softly. 

"Oh, I don't know," Dan repeated. He shrugged his heavy shoulders and stared 
at her blankly. He was such a big m' an, Nelida thought. Six-feet, 
three-inches tall, 250 pounds, a broad powerful jaw and the face of a 
lumberjack; he looked like a professional fighter almost, like a Jack 
Dempsey with sixty extra pounds. "It just seems like the thing to do, that's 
all. Lucy was always a real fine woman. I left her without a cent, you know. 
I wonder if I ever told you how bad off I left her and the kid. Not one red 
cent." Dan grimaced and stared at his closed fist, as if intent upon 
torturing himself. Then he sighed and rested his head against the light 
steel wall of the sleeper. "It's been such a while," he murmured. "I don't 
even know what they look like anymore. Garry ... shit, Garry must be 
seventeen years old by now. That's practically full grown." 

"But I don't understand," Nelida interrupted. She sighed with exasperation 
and paused in an effort to phrase her words perfectly. "Danny, this is all 
so sudden, so out of the blue. Like last night it was just us and now you've 
got her on your mind again. I just don't get it." 

"It was never just us, honey, not the way you think," Dan said gently "Lucy 
and me was married for almost twenty years. That's a long time, practically 
half my life. Of course ..." Dan smiled wanly and looked at Nelida as if 
remembering all the time they'd spent together. "You and me've been together 
a long time too." 

Nelida nodded her head and said nothing. She and Dan had been together 
constantly for practically a year, and she knew without having to remind 
herself that he was the only man in the world for her. Without him she was 
sure she'd probably be dead. 

They'd met on the road. Dan had picked her up hitch-hiking out of Xenia, 
Ohio, less than two blocks from the house she'd lived in throughout her 
girlhood. Later on Dan had confessed that she was the first hitchhiker he'd 
ever given a ride to. Ordinarily he was afraid of being hijacked, but at 
fifteen, Nelida looked even more innocent and pure and angelic than she did 
now, a year later. What Nelida had never told him, or at least what she had 
never completely explained, was that he was the first man she'd ever known 
on her own like that. She'd only decided to run away from home fifteen 
minutes before he picked her up; that was how long it had taken her to walk 
the two blocks from her house. Her family life had been terrible. Her father 
was drunk most of the time, and her mother stayed sober just long enough to 
beat her. Nelida had known since her twelfth birthday that would have have 
to leave them eventually. It was only the purest matter of coincidence that 
Dan had picked her up, that she'd decided to leave home just then. 

But the coincidence had occurred and for a year the two of them had lived on 
the road like husband and wife. Nelida's age didn't matter to Dan; he told 
her that he'd met full grown women at eleven and spoiled babies at 
fifty-five, and ten years one way or the other didn't make much difference. 
But Nelida had always known how important her age really was in their 
relationship. Dan was forty, twenty-four years her senior. He wasn't just a 
lover to her, though being her first lover would certainly have been 
important enough; he was also the father figure she'd never really had in 
her own. So she'd loved him completely, utterly and without restraint, and 
there was nothing Dan wanted that she had ever been unwilling to give him. 
Life on the road for a truck-driver was extremely hard. Usually they drove 
non-stop from one load to the next, hitting New York on a Monday and Los 
Angeles the following Friday, maybe taking two days off every four weeks to 
spend the weekend balling in a sleazy anonymous motel. Sometimes the 
Kenworth broke down, and they'd be marooned in a blizzard for ten hours to 
fix it. Sometimes they ran out of money; some times they ran out of work; 
sometimes Dan ran out of patience and would shout her down until she cried. 
But Nelida had tolerated all of it. She'd given Dan everything she had, and 
now that he had taken all of it he was going to go away. 

"I'm sorry, honey," Dan said, gently breaking the silence. "I know how this 
must be hurting you. But I've got loyalties. There's nothing else for me to 
do." 

Nelida raised her head and looked at Dan steadily. She loved him enough to 
want what was right for him, but she couldn't help wanting to protect her 
investment. 

"I thought you said you were never nice enough to-what was her name?-Lucy. 
Isn't that why you left her?" Nelida asked quietly. "That you thought you 
weren't good enough for her." 

"Oh yeah, I guess so," Dan muttered. I'm a real asshole, I know that. But 
things are going to be different this time. There's a big difference between 
being thirty-nine and forty, at least for me. I feel, I don't know, older 
somehow., This time I'm going to treat both of them with a little respect." 

"What about your temper?" Nelida reminded. 

"Oh ... it just won't be as bad, that's all, Dan said. "I just ... I don't 
know why, but I just know in my heart that I won't abuse her like I used 
to." 

"Like what did you used to do?" 

Dan hesitated and wrung his massive hands together, grimacing slightly with 
embarrassment. "It's kind of shameful, actually, if you want to know the 
truth. Most of it was ... well, it had to do with her being a woman, with 
our sex life." 

"Did you rape her?" Nelida asked. She remembered the one time Dan had been 
angry enough to rape her, and shivered briefly with the recollection of his 
violence. 

"Yeah, a couple of times," Dan admitted. "But even that wasn't ... the worst 
thing. I mean I was real bad to her; I don't even know what got into me. I 
used to ... well, Lucy was a real clean woman, and she didn't want to do 
anything exotic in the sexual department, if you know what I mean. And I'd 
sort of kind to try and force her into it ..." 

Nelida bit her lip and nodded her head. 

"Like making her give me a blow job when she didn't want to," Dan sighed. "I 
did that a couple of times. The worst was that I was always trying to do it 
to her in the ... behind, you know, up the ass." Dan shrugged and shook his 
head in exasperation. "I don't know, why I wanted to fuck her in the ass. 
It's kind of weird. But I just did, all the time. I wanted that even more 
than regular sex. She never let me, but it got real close a couple of times. 
She'd never talk to me for days afterwards." 

"Well, aren't you afraid you right, do that to her again?" 

"No, I'm not," Dan replied firmly. He calmly raised his eyes and looked an 
Nelida and resolutely for several seconds. Then he pulled her gently to his 
chest and embraced her affectionately, holding her slender teenage body 
tightly against his. "Nelida, baby, I know what you're thinking. You're 
trying to keep me from going back to her." 

"I guess I am," Nelida admitted miserably. 

"Honey, it's just impossible," Dan said firmly. "It's just something I got 
to do. I feel real bad about leaving you like this, but it can't be helped. 
You'll make out okay sixteen years old, and you're I mean, you're real 
pretty, and you know the road real good. You can do a lot better than an old 
washed up trucker like me." 

"Oh God," Nelida moaned unhappily. 

Dan said nothing in response and two of them were silent for several 
minutes. A welter of thoughts ran through Nelida's mind, making her temples 
ache with concentration and her wide brown eyes throb with repressed tears. 
Deep down inside she knew that this would be their last time together. Dan 
was the sort of man who made up his mind once and for all; when he'd reached 
a decision there was no chance of changing it, regardless of what happened. 
A deep shudder ran through Nelida's body; she bit her lip and moaned against 
his brawny chest. But he couldn't leave her, she thought helplessly. She 
loved him. He couldn't go away, he just couldn't ... 

Then Nelida realized he really was going to, and as the enormity of the 
thought filled her mind she felt a strange, irresistible heat emerging in 
her loins. This was going to be their last time, she thought, their very 
last time ... Before Nelida was fully aware of what she was doing she raised 
her slender arm and pressed her hand between the buttons of Dan's workshirt. 
Then she mewled softly and pushed her fingers under the hem of his pants, 
fumbling for, the meaty thickness of his flaccid organ. 

"Nelida!" Dan exclaimed. He lifted his head slightly and looked at her in' 
surprise. 

"I've got to, Dan," Nelida whimpered. She pulled down his zipper and 
insinuated her fingers through the opening of his jockey shorts. Finally she 
found the shaft of his penis, and she clasped it firmly in her warm fingers. 
Nelida's body felt as if it was on fire. Her nipples were distended stiffly 
beneath her t-shirt, and the pouting lips of her pussy were moist and 
swollen with arousal. Nelida tightened, her grip around the thick trunk of 
Dan's member and began to stroke it salaciously, exciting him as best she 
knew how. 

"Nelida," Dan repeated. 

"This is going to be our last time Nelida said anxiously. "h please, Dan, 
please let me do it. I've just got to." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Oh ... oh ... Christ!" Dan moaned. For a moment longer he struggled to 
resist the teenage girl's wanton advances. Then the force of his own desires 
got the better of him. Dan groaned and rested his hands through Nelida's 
sandy-blonde hair, encouraging her to work over the swelling . shaft of hid 
engorged organ. His eyes closed dully, and his fearsomely masculine 
expression illuminated in an obscenely pleasurable smile. 

"Oh, Dan ... oh God, it's getting so stiff," Nelida whimpered. She tightened 
her grip around his blue-veined stiffness and began to stroke his aching 
member in short, violently urgent movements, as if literally trying to tug 
the blood into its length. Dan's cock responded almost immediately; within 
the space of a few seconds it was completely stiff and erect in her hand, 
throbbing luridly against her fingers. Nelinda groaned and stroked his 
aching erection that much harder. 

"Suck it," Dan muttered hoarsely. He grimaced and dug his fingers hard into 
Nelida's scalp, urging her head towards the bloated stiffness of his dick. 
"Unh ... Jesus is that good ... suck it real hard!" 

"Yes darling ... oh yes, whatever you say!" Nelida released her hold on his 
swollen organ and paused momentarily to squirm into the right position 
beside him in the sleeper. She clutched his pants and pushed them down to 
his knees, revealing his hairy, muscular thighs and the hairy sac of his 
testicles, between them. Mewling insatiably, Nelida dug her hand between his 
legs and gently fondled the orbs of his bloated balls with her fingers. Then 
she slowly rested her cheek against his stomach. The swollen, purplish head 
of his member bobbed and twitched luridly before her lips, wanting the 
clasping suction of her mouth. Nelida opened her moist, full. lips and 
closed her eyes. Then she took the first several inches of Dan's 
blood-enlarged member into her mouth and began to suck it hungrily. 

"Awwww, shit!" Dan grunted. He signed and relaxed heavily into the thin 
mattress of the sleeper. "Oh Jesus that's good." He gritted his teeth and 
dug his fingers savagely into Nelida's long hair. "Unhhh! Yeah, I can feel 
it! Harder! Suck it harder!" 

"Oh, Dan I love you so much!" Nelida gushed emotionally. She held the shaft 
of his swollen organ tightly in her fist and mouthed the words around the 
spongy head of his prick. Then she again returned her complete attention to 
the meaty thickness of his erection. Her lips clasped wetly around the, 
blue-veined stalk; she auctioned her cheeks and pursed her lips around its 
circumference, sucking his cock as hard as she could. At the same time she 
clutched her free hand tightly around the base of his member and began to 
stroke it lovingly, jerking him off even as she sucked him. In her mouth she 
could feel his tumescent organ responding to expert blow job. It was 
completely stiff now, as hard and erect as a rock. She could taste the 
pungent, salty aroma of him, feel the sensitive flesh of his member 
pulsating lasciviously between her warmly clasping lips. Nelida insinuated 
her tongue around his spongy cock head and twirled it rhythmically about his 
swollen glans, darting the red flesh into his cum slit like a slippery eel. 

"Unhhhhh! Dan grunted sharply. For a moment he seemed poised at the apex of 
sexual pleasure. Then he pressed his hand against Nelida's forehead and 
pushed her mouth suddenly away from his throbbing dick. "No," he muttered 
distractedly. "Unhh ... no stop it! Don't suck it anymore." 

"What's wrong, honey?" Nelida whimpered kittenishly. She looked adoringly 
into his eyes and continued to stroke the blue-veined shaft of his prick 
furiously with her closed fist, as if priming a race-car engine. "Awwww, 
Dan, I wanted you to cum in my mouth honey. I wanted to taste it. Don't you 
feel like letting me suck you anymore." 

"I want to fuck you," Dan muttered crudely. He grabbed her buckle and made a 
vague attempt to tear her tight blue jeans off he nubile young body. "Take 
off your pants." 

"Oh, Dan," Nelida gushed. For a second she simply continued to stare into 
his rugged face, feeling her whole body overflowing with her innocent 
adoration for him. Then she released her hand from his bloated organ and sat 
up as much as she could in the cramped sleeper. As quickly as she could she 
undid her belt buckle and wriggled out of her blue jeans. Finally she was 
naked from the waist down. In the wan glow of the reading lamp her long 
tapering legs were milk white and ivory smooth, as unblemished as only the 
thighs of a sixteen year old girl could ever be. The orbs of her buttocks 
cheeks, were small and firm and girlish; her pubic hair was soft and fleecy 
brown, flowing profusely into the juncture of her thighs and delicately 
fringing the pouting lips of her moist, teenage pussy. 

"Oh, shit," Dan muttered. As he stared at Nelida's lithe nubile nakedness 
his eyes widened perceptibly, and the shaft of his erection grew to a new, 
throbbing stiffness. "Jesus, hurry up will you? You look so goddam good ... 
I don't want to wait." 

"Im hurrying, lover, I'm hurrying," Nelida murmured salaciously. She crawled 
over his hips and straddled him, digging her knees into the thin mattress 
and positioning her hips directly over his loins. Dan's bloated cock pulsed 
and twitched in midair. Nelida could see the spongy flesh of his purplish 
cockhead directly between her thighs, the slit of his cum hole aiming 
directly into her tight, hair-fringed cuntal sheath. Whimpering hotly, she 
reached down and held the blue-veined shaft of his member in position with 
her fingers. A deep shudder coursed through her body; she groaned and closed 
her eyes. Then she slowly, lowered her hips on top of his powerful body, 
gradually sliding every inch of his blood-engorged member into the clinging 
warmth of her vagina. 

"Ahhh ... ahhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh," Dan moaned. He opened his eyes wide and 
stared at the lewd spectacle of his meaty erection entering the teenage 
girl's tight pussy, at the way her pouting labia pursed wetly around his 
blue-veined stiffness as it slid into her. Then it was all the way in, every 
inch of his rock-hard shaft embedded in her hair-fringed fissure. Dan 
groanded and placed his hands on Nelida's hips for support. The cheeks of 
his buttocks contracted instinctively; he thrust his powerful hips 
rhythmically into the juncture of Nelida's nakedly splayed legs, initiating 
the convulsive rhythms of fucking. "Oh, Dan ... oh ... ohhhh unggghhhhh," 
Nelida moaned throatily. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, and her nostrils 
flared animalishly with her growing horniness. For a moment she simply sat 
motionless astride his body, whimpering with excitement as she felt the 
meaty thickness of his organ pulsing and thrusting into her cunt. Then she 
dug her knees into the mattress and began to flex the rounded cheeks of her 
peach-shaped ass, hungrily thrusting her gurgling slit into the stabbing 
impalement of his organ to meet every stroke of his massive hips. "Fuck me, 
Dan," she moaned shamelessly. Nelida gasped and leaned far over his body, 
putting herself in position so that more and more of his enormous member 
could slide between the clasping lips of her moist cunt. "Oh, Dan. oh that 
feels so good ... fuck me Danny, fuck me harder! I want to cum ungggghhhhh 
... make me cum, Dan, fuck me harder! Unggghhh unggghhh unggghhhhhh ..." 

"Oh Christ," Dan muttered. He gritted his teeth and forcibly expelled the 
air from his lungs through his nostrils, trying to restrain the force of his 
raging genital heat. Nelida's pussy was so wet and hot and tight; he could 
feel the inner walls of her vagina clinging to the aching shaft of his 
member, as if trying to literally suck the semen out of his bloated 
testesticles. Dan pushed her t-shirt up until it hung on her shoulders, 
exposing her breasts. Her breasts were small and firm and perfectly formed, 
capped by exceptionally large nipples that were now distended stiff and hard 
with her womanly desire. Groaning, Dan lifted his hands and clasped his 
palms around the naked globes of her budding bosom. He squeezed her breasts 
eagerly, kneading and milking the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers, 
making the nubs of her nipples distend and pulse against his palms. 

"Oh, Dan ... oh God, oh God fuck me!" Nelida hissed. She gasped and leaned 
forward into his hands., sighing as she felt his fingers dig deeper into the 
sensitive skin of her breasts. His cock was so big, she thought hungrily; 
with every movement of their fucking she could feel it pulsing inside her 
body, chafing against her erected clitoris and stretching her cuntal walls 
to repletion. Nelida whimpered and raised her hips, pulling back her loins 
until only 'the mushroom-shaped head of Dan's bloated organ parted the lips 
of her hair fringed fissure. With a heavy groan she rammed her jiggling 
buttocks back into him, impaling herself completely. Then she began to 
rhythmically pound her hips up and down on his body, gyrating her buttocks 
so hard that she could feel the springs of the truck shaking beneath them, 
furiously fucking her cunt in a wanton frenzy of animalistic lust. 

"Unh!" Dan grunted sharply. He gritted his teeth and steadied himself 
beneath her, panting as her pussy moved in a blur over his aching erection. 
For a second the shaft of his member grew- to rock-hard stiffness in her 
cunt; he could feel the head swelling to adder-like proportions the hairy 
sac of his, testicles tightening along the underside of his prick. Then the 
molten load of his seminal fluid gushed and spurted out of his twitching cum 
slit. The orbs of his bloated balls emptied completely of sperm; his seminal 
fluid filled Nelida's vaginal tunnel completely, and Dan watched as it ran 
out of her slit in a creamy white stream down her thighs. 

That was more than Nelida would take. As Dan's seminal fluid shot inside her 
womb she felt the folds of her pussy contracting feverishly around his 
spurting dick, the muscles of her back tightening in' expectation of orgasm. 
"Oh God, " Nelida gasped. She lifted her head and groaned loudly, feeling 
her face flush with her ravenous passion. Then she frantically gyrated her 
lithe hips on top of his body, eagerly and shamelessly fucking her pussy 
with the engorged thickness of his bloated cock. "Fuck me, Dan; I'm cummingl 
Ungggghhhhhh! Oh, Dan ... awwwwwwww Dan, I'm cumming, Dan, I can feel it,, 
unh, unh, unh, fuck me harder; I'm cumming! Awwwwwww, Dan! Awwwwwwwwww, 
awwwwwwww; I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggggggg ..." 

The wanton spasms of orgasm jerked repeatedly through Nelida's body, 
ravaging her cuntal sheath with an exquisitely agonizing explosion. Nelida 
groaned and fell heavily into Dan's chest. For a moment she simply lay 
against his body, thinking of nothing except the incredible pleasure that 
coursed through her loins. Then she realized she had felt the pleasures of 
copulation with him for the last time. Nelida lifted her head and folded her 
arms tightly around Dan's neck. She brought her lips to his and kissed him 
very hard, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Does that feel good, darling?" Lucy asked softly. She raised her head and 
looked shyly into her son's eyes. "I can do it differently if you like." 

"Yeah, that's real good Garry murmured. He shifted lazily on the mattress 
and groaned. Then he dug his fingers gently into his mother's hair and moved 
her head back towards his loins. "Do it a little harder, though, will you? 
Yeah ... just a little harder." 

"Oh, Garry," Lucy mewled. She sighed heavily with maternal love and 
continued to hold his eyes a moment longer. Then she returned her complete 
attention to the throbbing stiffness of his meaty erection. It was as hard 
as a rock now, beating and pulsing luridly in her hand. Lucy closed her 
fingers tightly around the blue-veined shaft and slid her fist down to the 
base, holding his engorged member in position. Then she opened her mouth and 
lowered her head pleasurably over the swollen, spongy cockhead. Her lips 
closed wetly around the tumescent stalk of his erection, pursing and 
clasping around the sensitive flesh of his stiffened prick. She puckered her 
cheeks to increase the suction in her throat, and began to bob her head 
rhythmically over the pulsating shaft. Then Lucy lowered her head and, took 
over half of his blood-engorged member into the clinging warmth of her oral 
cavity, squeezing the base of his cock and sucking her son's bloated dick 
with all the feverish intensity she could muster. Garry groaned in with 
Iurid pleasure and squirmed on the mattress; Lucy could feel his fingers 
digging harder into her scalp, as if he could barely stand the agonizing 
excitement the blow job. Lucy whimpered and sucked his hardened cock that 
much harder. As she did so she could feel the late afternoon sunlight 
pouring through the windows of her bedroom and falling, across the milkwhite 
skin of her naked body, and it occurred to her briefly that it was almost 
two o'clock in the afternoon. Two o'clock, she thought dreamily; that was 
when boys Garry's age were usually in school. Lucy giggled lasciviously and 
took another inch of his swollen member into her mouth, making her son groan 
with exquisite pleasure beneath her. It didn't matter, she thought happily. 
It didn't matter what time it was, or what day it was, or if the whole world 
lived and perished beyond the fortress-like walls of their bedroom. Nothing 
counted anymore except the forbidden joys of copulating with her son, and 
the secret pleasures they shared between them. 

It was now over a week since their first sexual encounter in the bathroom, 
and the two of them had shared the pleasures of incest together more times 
than she could remember. In retrospect it seemed almost funny how nervous 
the two of them had been in their first several encounters. It was as if 
Garry had been torn between two separate emotions, the vestiges of his 
inhibitions on one hand and the real desire he had for his mother's 
voluptuous body. Every time they'd finished he'd seemed ashamed of himself, 
as if he'd eaten too much candy and was afraid of gaining ten pounds by the 
next morning. But that was all a thing of the past now, Lucy thought. Now 
Garry enjoyed the pleasures of his mother's curvaceous nakedness just as 
much as she did. Why, Lucy reminded herself more often than not he initiated 
their sexual intercourse himself. He seemed completely obsessed with her 
body now, just as he had been naturally obsessed with the milk of her bosom 
when he had been a suckling infant. The mere sight of her ample breasts or 
long tapering legs ma I de the shaft of his dick grow into aching erection; 
a couple of times he had even spurted his semen helplessly at the mere sight 
of her pussy. Sometimes it seemed to her that Garry was happy only when he 
had his member embedded in the clinging warmth of her vagina. Lucy smiled; 
that meant that he was happy nearly all the time. 

And she was happy too. Lucy mewled contentedly and intensified the force of 
her sucking, thrusting her son's blue-veined stiffness so eagerly into her 
throat that Garry withed in ecstatic agony beneath her. Her fingers 
tightened around the base of his bloated organ, luridly squeezing and 
milking the hard pink flesh; she wrapped the slippery length of her tongue 
hungrily around the spongy head and darted it repeatedly into his twitching 
cum slit. It felt so good to give him pleasure, she thought, so good to feel 
the load of his seminal fluid exploding out of his erect penis; she loved to 
see him cum, loved to feel the creamy white sperm flowing down her throat 
and loved to massage the spasms out of his aching erection again an again. 
In the past week she had learned to feel happier than ever before in her 
life. Her son's body was so lean and hard and masculine, and the shaft of 
his organ was so big and thick. Sometimes when she had it deep inside her 
pussy she thought that it would never stop being so stiff, that her son's 
male organ would continue to grow and grow forever. Every time they had sex 
together it was even better than it had been before; she had come to 
experience multiple orgasms with Garry, orgasms so intense and fulfilling 
that she would have been unable to even imagine them a year ago. It wasn't 
just the sex itself, Lucy realized. It was that she was experiencing the 
pleasure with her own beloved child. Lucy knew that every time Garry gave 
her the satisfying length of his erection she was also giving a gift to him, 
the warm closeness and consummating shelter that only a mother could offer. 
He was growing with their pleasure, she thought. She was giving him her body 
several times a day now, and he was growing-every single time. There was no 
reason for Garry to go back to school, Lucy thought, no reason at all that 
they should ever be separated. As far as she was concerned they could 
continue to lie in the shelter of her bedroom forever, fucking and sucking 
until they passed out with a delicious exhaustion. Their incestuous joining 
was to her the most natural combination in the world. 

"Oh ... ohhhhh," Garry moaned. His expression contorted in a reddish flush 
of ravenous passion. Grimacing, he pushed his palm against Lucy's forehead 
and gently began to move her head away from his loins. "Oh, Mom ... oh God. 
Ungggghhhhh ..." 

"What is it darling?" Lucy murmured salaciously. She held the shaft of her 
son's meaty erection in her closed fingers and looked at him quizzically. 
Garry's face looked as if he were about to explode. His eyes were feverishly 
wide, staring insensibly at the ceiling. "Darling, is something wrong?" Lucy 
asked. She wrinkled her head with worry and looked intently into his face. 

"Fuck me, Mom," Garry murmured breathlessly. "Jesus ... can't stand it ... 
fuck me!" 

"Oh, Garry," Lucy sighed. Her cheeks flushed with adoration, and she sighed 
heavily with relief. Smiling, she lowered her head and again regarded the 
shaft of her son's cock. It was completely stiff now, as hard and erect as 
it would be capable of getting. Lucy could see the welter of blue veins 
standing out along the underside of his dick, the way, the mushroom-shaped 
head of his member swelled and bloated with its engorgement of blood. 
Garry's prick was actually throbbing in her hand now, jerking and bobbing 
violently, as if he would shoot forth a gusher of semen at any moment. He 
was ready now, Lucy thought knowingly. He was ready for her to give him her 
body. 

"Oh, Garry," Lucy repeated happily. She leaned forward and gave the spongy 
head of his penis a last loving suck, pursing her lips hungrily around the 
hard knob and puckering her cheeks furiously around it. Garry groaned and 
writhed helplessly on the mattress; the shaft of his erection grew another 
eighth of an inch, pulsating wildly in her closed fist. Lucy smiled and 
gradually opened her hand. The shaft of Garry's bloated organ stood straight 
up from his pubic hair, throbbing stiffly in mid-air. 

"Fuck me," Garry repeated shamelessly. He lifted his head and stared wincing 
at the length of his engorged member. "Awww, Mom, please ... fuck me right 
now!" 

"All right, Garry ... all right Lucy said soothingly. She crawled up from 
her prone position on the mattress and paused briefly to wipe Garry's 
seminal drippings from her full ripe lips. Then she quickly straddled his 
hips on the bed. She dug her knees into the mattress to either side of his 
upper thighs and leaned completely over his body, supporting herself with 
her outstretched arms and putting her hair fringed fissure in the perfect 
position to be invaded by the hardened length of his member Lucy groaned and 
closed her eyes. She could feel the raging genital heat crawling through her 
loins, the pouting lips of her pussy moistening with the flow of her womanly 
juices; she was as anxious for copulation as he was. Lucy whimpered hungrily 
and lasciviously wriggled her plump buttocks. Then she flexed the cheeks of 
her ass and slowly lowered her hips. The spongy head of her son's meaty 
erection entered the clasping wetness of -her cunt; she could feel it 
throbbing inside her, chafing deliciously against the hair-fringed vaginal 
lips and the erect bud of her clitoris. Lucy moaned and impaled the first 
inch of Garry's bloated organ in her cunt, making it impossible for his 
member to jerk free of the encasing warmth of her pussy. Then she sighed and 
looked lovingly into his eyes. 

"Are you ready, darling?" she mewled mischievously. Lucy swerved her 
buttocks slightly and forcibly contracted the inner muscles of her vagina 
sheath, making the head of her son's dick twitch reflexively against her 
pouting labia. "We can do it anytime you want to." 

"Now," Garry moaned hoarsely. He dug his fingers into the ivory smooth flesh 
of her upper thighs and tried to pull her hips down over his hardened 
member. "Fuck me," he repeated. "Fuck me ..." 

"Oh, Garry!" Lucy sighed. She smiled salaciously and closed her eyes. Then 
she slowly, deliciously, lowered her hair fringed pussy over the spearing 
impalement of her son's massive erection. As she did so her throat thickened 
with desire, and she flared her nostrils animalishly apart. She could feel 
the meaty thickness of his' organ entering her now, the blue-veined 
circumference of his ramp t prick distending her moistened labia to the 
bursting point. Inch after inch of his blood-engorged member slid wetly into 
the clinging warmth of her pussy, burrowing relentlessly into her 
hair-fringed fissure. Lucy groaned loudly and bucked her hips, skillfully 
helping the last several inches of her son's bloated organ to thrust its way 
into her tight cuntal orifice. Then it was all the way in, every inch of his 
wonderfully big, hard shaft buried in the clasping tunnel of her vagina. 

"Unggghhhhh!" Garry grunted. He grimaced feverishly and threw his hands up 
to the swaying globes of Lucy's swollen breasts. Lewdly he began to squeeze 
and milk the white flesh of her bosom, at the same time thrusting his hips 
into her in the convulsive rhythms of fucking. "Fuck me ' Mom," he moaned 
eagerly. "Ungghh ungggh ... feels so good ... fuck me!" 

"Yes, darling," Lucy purred softly. "Oh yes, whatever you say!" Lucy smiled 
down at her son's transfixed expression and closed her eyes, momentarily 
savoring the first sensations of intercourse. His enormous cock filled her 
pussy to repletion, throbbing and pulsing luridly against the inner walls of 
her vagina; she could hear her breath coming in fitful pants and gasps, a 
wanton blush of arousal spreading through her soft maternal cheeks. Lucy 
groaned and lifted her lithe hips, withdrawing her pussy until only the 
swollen head of her son's erection parted the pouting lips of her moist 
cunt. With a heavy downwards movement she thrust his cock back into her 
body. Then she slowly began to buck her jiggling buttocks cheeks up and 
down, up and down, again and again, shamelessly fucking her gurgling pussy 
with the shining length of her son's tumescent erection. "Harder, Mom!" 
Garry grunted helplessly. He winced and dug his fingers almost savagely into 
her hips, thrusting his ass off the mattress so hard the whole bed shook 
obscenely beneath them. 

"Unhhhh, Mom! My cock ... it's so hard ... do it harder! Unggghh, ungggh, 
unggglyhhh ..." 

"Yes, darling ... oh yes, unhhh, yes, yes, yes!" Lucy whimpered. She leaned 
forward until the dangling globes of her mammaries almost touched Garry's 
chest. Then she frantically began to work her nimble hips over his body in a 
wanton frenzy of panting lust, fucking his hard young prick as hard as she 
possibly could. 

"What the fuck is this!" an enraged voice bellowed behind them. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

At the sound of the once-familiar voice something deep and painful seemed to 
give way in Lucy's stomach. For a moment she couldn't believe her ears. It 
wasn't Dan, she thought blindly. As much as it sounded like him it still 
wasn't; it couldn't be; she would have heard the truck in the driveway, his 
heavy footsteps pounding through the hall. For the past years she had 
assumed, thankfully, that she would never see her husband again as long as 
she lived. 

"I said what the fuck is GOING ON!" the voice shouted, even more angrily. 

A deep shudder ran the length of Lucy's spine, making her skin goosebump and 
her cuntal walls contract reflexively around the aching stiffness of her 
son's bloated organ. Lucy lowered her eyes and looked into Garry's face. 
Garry wasn't looking at her at all. Instead he was staring past her body at 
whatever was behind them, and as he did so his whole face contorted in an 
expression of simple terror. The feeling in Lucy's stomach worsened; she bit 
her lower lip and made a futile effort to control herself. Then she slowly 
turned her head to look over her shoulder. Immediately her eyes widened to 
the size of pinball bumpers, and her lips parted in a gasp of utterly 
indefensible fear. 

It was her husband! Dan was standing directly before the bed, staring 
wide-eyed at the incestuous spectacle that lay before him on the mattress. 
Behind him the door to the room was wide open; next to it lay a bundle of 
obviously hand-picked daisies, carefully tied together at the roots with a 
pale pink ribbon. Dan was apparently on the verge of a fit of pure rage. His 
massive fists were clenched at his sides, so tightly that Lucy could see his 
knuckles whitening even as she watched him. His whole body seemed-to tremble 
with the uncontainable force of his fury; his expression was a feverish mask 
of anger and shock. 

"Dan," Lucy murmured softly. She bit her lip and tried to think wildly of an 
excuse. "Oh, Dan ... please ... give me, a chance ..." 

"You're fucking our own kid," Dan muttered softly. The meaning of his words 
seemed to startle him; he quavered as he spoke them, and for a moment he 
even seemed to reel under their impact like a punch-drunk fighter. Then the 
force of his outrage returned. Dan gritted his teeth and shivered and took a 
menacing step towards the bed. "I come all the fucking way home and I find 
you in the sack FUCKING OUR OWN GODDAMN KID! YOU FILTHY MOTHERFUCKING 
WHORE!" 

"Dan!" Lucy squealed. She bit her lip and stared at her husband in terror. 
He was obviously out of Control now, so furious that he was capable of 
anything; she recognized the curl of his lips, the wide, enraged expression 
in his eyes. "Dan, please ...!" 

"You shut your fucking mouth!" Dan bellowed. He stood next to the mattress 
and stared at his wife's and his son's naked bodies, and then at the obscene 
spectacle of Garry's blood-engorged member enter of Garry's blood-engorged 
member entering his mother's gurgling vagina. "I can't believe this," Dan 
muttered. He shook his head and almost laughed. "I fucking cannot believe my 
eyes ..." 

"Dan ... " Lucy whimpered pleadingly. 

"You couldn't wait could you?" Dan said. The degree of his anger seemed to 
have taken on chameleon-like proportions, expressing itself differently 
every second ... bitter one moment, shocked the next, capable of murder by 
the third. "I dump on you, I'm gone for one fucking lousy year and ... and 
you can't find any goddamn men. So you fuck our, own kid. I can't believe 
this. What a horny motherfucking WHORE!" 

"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. She winced at the sound of his hatred and glanced 
protectively at Garry. Beneath her her son's face was a mask of helpless 
fear. His cheeks were sheet white, his eyes were enormously wide. The only 
part of him that still seemed capable of life was his cock; Lucy could still 
feel its swollen length beating stiffly inside her body, chafing against the 
inner walls of her pussy. Lucy shuddered and turned her head back to her 
husband. She knew what was going to happen next, she thought ominously. She 
knew exactly what it was, and there was no getting away from it. Dan was 
angrier than he'd ever been in his life. 

"Couldn't wait, just couldn't wait," Dan repeated vaguely. He raised his 
eyes and stared at Lucy contemptuously. "You know what this is going to do 
to him, don t you? You know what the books say. This is going to fuck him up 
for the rest of his life." 

"Dan, that simply isn't true," Lucy pleaded softly. 

"I told you to keep your fucking mouth SHUT" Dan screamed. He stared at 
Garry's throbbing prick and giggled strangely, obviously on the verge of 
complete madness. "You fuck our own kid! You do it to you fuck your own son! 
Goddamn ... goddamn little glitter slut, damn ... GODDAMN SLOPPY CUNT!" 

At the, hatred in her husband's voice Lucy closed her eyes and winced. This 
was unbearable, she thought, she couldn't take this any longer. Shaking with 
fear, she lifted her leg and prepared to disengage herself from the spearing 
impalement of her son's erection. 

"DON'T MOVE!" Dan bellowed. 

Lucy shivered and turned her head back to him. Then her throat thickened, 
and she felt herself gasping with a strange mixture of horrible fear and a 
wanton excitement. There was a big lump in her husband's pants. She could 
see the bulge seeming to increase in size every moment, growing in a long 
stiff tube down the inseam of his thigh. Dan had a big erection. 

"You don't fucking move," Dan muttered. "If you try to move again I swear to 
Christ I'll slit your goddamn throat." 

For a moment longer the massive truck driver continued to stare at his wife 
and son on the mattress. Then something seemed to give inside his body, 
making his fists unclench and his lips curl in an insanely intense smile. 
Dan caught Lucy's eye and laughed wickedly. Then he fumbled with his belt 
buckle and quickly began to remove his pants. 

"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. "Oh my God ... what do you think you're doing?!" 

"You stay right, where you are," Dan muttered. "You move one inch and I 
swear to God I'll slit your fucking throat." 

Dan giggled feverishly and kicked off his heavy shoes. Then he slid both his 
pants and jockey shorts over his legs and stepped out of them, leaving 
himself completely naked. A deep blush coursed through Lucy's face, making 
her skin goosebump and the walls of her vagina contract reflexively around 
the blue-veined stiffness of a her son's erection. Dan's cock was huge. It 
stood out from his loins like a length of iron thick and long and absolutely 
hard, pipe, bobbing and twitching luridly against his navel. She could see 
the rock-hard stiffness of it even from a distance, the way the 
mushroom-shaped head was completely filled with blood. Dan held the base of 
his bloated organ tightly in his fist and grinned wickedly. Then, as Lucy 
continued to stare at him in stupefaction, he climbed quickly on the 
mattress. He knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs and stared hungrily at 
her body, admiring the backs of her long tapering legs, the slender vee of 
her back and the plump, succulent cheeks of her ass. A heavy groan parted 
his lips; behind her back Lucy could see the shaft of his swollen member 
twitching with arousal. Dan lifted his hands and gently touched the bare 
cheeks of her buttocks. Then he dug his fingers into them and savagely 
spread them apart, exposing the sizzling cleft of her lass and the puckered 
ring of her anus. 

"Dan!" Lucy shrieked. She grimaced fearfully and made a vague attempt to 
writhe away from her husband's powerful grip. "Oh my God ... Dan, what are 
you doing!" 

"Oh, do you have one nice little asshole," Dan murmured. He giggled 
strangely and simply stared at her rectum, as if he were admiring a precious 
jewel. "Nice and small and tight, . . just the prettiest little asshole in 
the whole wide world!" 

"Dan, stop it!" Lucy squealed helplessly. She felt her cheeks coloring with 
the humiliation of his words, and she bit her lip in an effort to subdue 
herself. "Dan, oh God, Dan, please ... what are you going to do!" 

Dan said nothing in response. Instead he only smiled menacingly and moved 
his hand into the cleft of her exposed buttocks. His fingers touched the 
rubbery sphincter of her asshole; for a moment he seemed only to want to 
fondle it, titillating it gently. Then he stiffened his finger and thrust it 
savagely into the small puckered ring, sodomistically invading her rectal 
tract. 

"Unhhhhhgggghhhhhh!" Lucy grunted. Her face contorted in an expression of 
she winced and drew back her lips to bare her teeth. She could feel his 
finger thrusting violently up into her rectum, and already it hurt her. But 
that was nothing compared to the size and thickness of his big throbbing 
erection ... 

"Oh my God!" Lucy shrieked. As Dan continued to thrust his finger through 
the rubbery grip of her bowels a deep shudder coursed up her spine, making 
her lips part and her eyes widen with terror. He was going to do that to 
her, she thought wildly; he was actually going to fuck her in the rectum! 
Lucy gasped and, looked towards her son. Garry's face was still a mask of 
fear. He was, obviously much too frightened to, do anything to help her. 
Lucy grimaced and shut her eyes. Then she began to writhe wildly on top of 
her son's body, doing everything she could to free herself from the 
eventuality of her husband's so domistic ravishment. "Stop it, Dan, stop 
it!" she shouted fearfully. "No, Dan ... unggggghhhhhh ... stop it, you're 
hurting me! 

"Stop it . stop it this instant stop ... ohhhhh ... nnnnnngggggg..." 

"You got it coming, baby, really got it coming," Dan murmured. He chuckled 
and there was no pain, only a low, insistent continued to work his finger 
through Lucy's forbidden orifice a moment longer. Then he pulled it savagely 
out of her sphincter and dug his fingers violently into the milk-white flesh 
of her hips. Lucy could feel his warm breath panting against the nape of her 
neck now, the warm animal closeness of her torso pressing into her back; she 
could tell just by feeling him next her husband was easily capable of 
anything. Dan dug his fingers harder into to her buttocks and squirmed 
closer to her, until the spongy head of his erected prick hovered luridly at 
the sizzling cleft of her ass. An obscene groan parted his lips; behind her 
Lucy could clearly sense his heavy breathing. Grunting, Dan flexed his hips 
and lifted his loins until the mushroom-shaped glans of his member touched 
the puckered ring of her anus. Then he violently contracted his buttocks, 
driving the first several inches of his blue-veined stiffness into the 
rubbery grip of Lucy's virgin rectum. 

"Awwwwwuunngghhhh!" Lucy grunted. She gasped loudly and fell onto her son's 
chest, overwhelmed by the first invasion of her asshole. For moment there 
was no pain, only a low, insistent throbbing that emanated fro deep inside 
her bowels. Then she felt the first agonizing spasms searing through her 
rectum. "Stop it, Dan, awwwww God, stop it!" Lucy shrieked. She bit her lip 
and flushed crimson with her pain, almost weeping aloud as her husband 
continued to drive his swollen member into her tightly puckered sphincter. 

"Dan! Take it out of me, unggggghhhhhh! Take it out! Stop it! Ohh 
pleasssssss ..." 

"So how long you been fucking him, huh, Lucy?" Dan muttered sadistically. He 
clasped his arms around his wife's slender waist and continued to thrust his 
engorged member into her, embedding inch after inch of his meaty thickness 
into the rubbery grip of her rectum. "How long you been fucking our kid, 
huh? I'll bet you really dig it a lot, don't you? Don't even matter that 
he's your own son, does it? Just another big hard-on to a horny little bitch 
like you!" 

"Awwwwwuunngghhhh!" Lucy moaned. Her cheeks reddened at the shamefulness of 
her husband's words, and she made a last desperate effort to free herself 
from the impalement of his dick. Then Dan delivered a particularly savage 
thrust into her asshole, and the last restriction in her rectum gave way; 
suddenly she felt every inch of his throbbing erection buried deep up inside 
the rubbery grip of her anus. Lucy grunted and gritted her teeth in an 
effort to suppress the spasms that coursed through her bowels. But it was 
impossible. She could feel Dan's massive prick completely inside her, the 
shaft of his member distending the fleshy lips, of her anus to the bursting 
point, the spongy head spearing deeply into her body. "Stop it, awwwww, God, 
stop it!" Lucy shrieked. "Dan! Take it out of me, Dan! 

"Awwwwwww! God you're killing me with it! Take it out! Awwwwwww 
awwwwwwwwwww, awwwwwwwww ..." 

"You're going to love this, baby," Dan muttered. "Whores like you just love 
getting fucked up the ass. You're going to love every goddamn stroke." 

"Stop it, Dan, awwwww, God, stop it! Unggggghhhhh! You're hurting me! Take 
it out! Un-gg-gh-hh-hh, oh God; oh, oh ... awwwwrrrrrrggggghhhh ..." 

"Ahhhh," Dan sighed. For a moment he hesitated, savoring the clinging warmth 
of his wife's rectum. He could feel the powerful muscles of her anal sheath 
contracting instinctively around the bloated stiffness of his cock, and the 
sensation was incredible; it was as if her asshole had a mind of its own, as 
if it were forcibly trying to tug his aching erection all the way up in her 
bowels. Dan moaned and bit his lip. Along the underside of his prick his 
testicles were tight and hard; he knew it would not be much longer before he 
had his orgasm. Wincing, he withdrew his turgid shaft from the hot buttery 
depths of her anal fissure until only the mushroom shaped glans parted the 
puckered lips. With one violent movement of his hips he drove it all the way 
back in again. Then he furiously began to move his body behind the rounded 
cheeks of her ass, rhythmically fucking her rectum with long jarring strokes 
of his blood-engorged member. "Fuck her, Garry," he muttered hoarsely. He 
winced and intensified the rhythm of his movements, reaming out Lucy's 
virgin asshole so hard that the bed shook beneath them. "Come on, fuck her 
pussy!" 

Garry whimpered and shook his head no. 

"Come on, Goddamn it!" Dan shouted. He grimaced angrily and clasped his 
fingers around the dangling globe of Lucy's right breast. Then he held it up 
in front of Garry's face and squeezed it so hard that the milk-white flesh 
wilted under his fingers, making Lucy squeal with pain between them. "You 
want me to tear her mother fucking tit off? Fuck her! I said fuck her, right 
now!" 

Garry hesitated only a second longer. As Lucy looked down at him she could 
see her son's innocent face contorting in ,humiliation; his eyes were as 
moist and red as if he were about to cry. Garry lifted his hands and gently 
held his palms around his mother's hips. Then he quickly began to spear his 
throbbing prick, u into the ppouting lips of her moist pussy, fucking her, 
hair-fringed cuntal slit even as his vicious father continued to pound his 
massive member mercilessly through the rubbery grip of her rectum. 

"Harder!" Dan grunted hoarsely. He wrapped both his hands around Lucy's 
swollen mammaries and began to milk them luridly in time with the rhythm of 
his fucking, making her nipples distend stiffly against his palms. "Fuck her 
harder! Unhhhhhh! Fuck her every bit as hard as you can!" 

Immediately Lucy felt the movements of her son's tumescent organ quicken 
inside her hair-fringed fissure. Then they were both fucking her as hard as 
they could, pounding the meaty thicknesses of their two-pronged cock into 
her helpless body in an animalistic frenzy of sodomistic lust. Lucy groaned 
miserably and made a last effort to writhe free of her husband's powerful 
body. But it was useless. He was much stronger than her, capable of tearing 
her from limb to limb with his bare hands. He could do anything absolutely 
anything he wanted. Lucy moaned throatily and let herself relax between 
their two sandwiching torsos. Then she closed-her eyes, relinquishing 
herself to the sodomistic ravishment of her virgin rectum. The pain in her 
ravaged sphincter had long since subsided. The walls of her anus had 
loosened around her husband's engorged member, adjusting to its huge size 
and thickness. Now, as he continued to pound his throbbing prick repeatedly, 
into her, Lucy felt nothing more than a dull, insistent throbbing. But the 
physical sensations were nothing to the shame and humiliation she felt at 
being abused this way. Lucy whimpered and bit her lower lip, trying to keep 
herself from sobbing. He was raping her, she thought bitterly. He'd caught 
her in bed with her own son. He didn't understand at all, he didn't even try 
to understand, and now he was just fucking her up the ass as if she had no 
more spiritual worth than an alley dog. It was his idea of punishment. He 
was punishing her for having sexual intercourse with Garry, punishing her by 
raping her in the asshole. It was the most embarrassing thing Lucy had ever 
had to endure in her life. 

"Oh God," she moaned. As Dan and Garry continued to ravage her body with the 
shafts of their hardened members Lucy felt something seem to collapse deep 
inside her mind. Her cheeks flushed bright red with shame and humiliation; 
her eyes widened and moistened with tears., Then she was crying 
uncontrollably, sobbing out warm tears of misery and despair into the thin 
hairs of her son's bare chest. "Oh God she repeated, "oh God... you animal 
... ohhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... awwwuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhh ..." 

"Ungggghhhh! Harder!" Dan grunted savagely. He winced with the pleasures of 
anal intercourse and began to spear his blue-veined cock even more rapidly 
into Lucy's ravaged sphincter, making the puckered ring of her anus gurgle 
obscenely as pockets of air squeezed out of her bowel tract. " I said began 
to spear his blue-veined cock even more rapidly into Lucy's ravaged 
sphincter, making the puckered ring of her anus gurgle obscenely as pockets 
of air squeezed out of her bowel tract. "I said fuck her harder, goddamn 
it!" he repeated. Dan glowered at his son and again dug his fingers 
menacingly into the swaying-orb of her right breast. "You don't . . 
nn-ng-gg-hh ... do what I tell you, her tit comes right off. Harder! 
Harder!" 

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh," Garry moaned. He shuddered from head to toe, grimacing 
with agonizing desire as the hair-fringed lips of his mother's pussy clasped 
wetly around the throbbing stalk of his swollen prick. Lucy felt his hands 
clasping around her hips. Then Garry managed to move his hips off the bed a 
little faster, darting the blue-veined stiffness of his organ into her 
dripping fissure as hard and fast as he could. 

"You love. that, don't you, baby?" Dan muttered sadistically. He chuckled 
and delivered a particularly savage thrust of his dick into her defenseless 
rectum, embedding every inch of it into her ravished bowels. "You love every 
fucking stroke ... you just love to get fucked up the ass, don't you? Don't 
you?" 

"Oh God ... you bastard, you ... nnnggggh ... you son of a bitch!" Lucy 
squealed angrily. She gritted her teeth and blushed crimson, struggling 
furiously to prevent herself from crying anymore. "Awwwww ... you bastard," 
she hissed bitterly I'll never forgive you ... ungggghhhh ... for this, as 
long as I live, I swear to God I'll ..." 

Suddenly Lucy's vengeful epithets died in her throat. For a moment she was 
not sure why she had stopped speaking. Her lips parted, and her eyes became 
dull and glassy; her expression was an absolute blank, listening intently to 
the sensations emerging from inside her body. Then a shocked gasp emerged 
from her throat, and her eyes opened as wide as they would go. Oh my God, 
Lucy thought; oh my God ... 

She was actually beginning to enjoy it! The pain in her rectal sheath had 
disappeared completely. Instead it had been replaced by a low, irresistible 
pulsing that was not painful at all. No; it was extremely pleasurable, and 
with every thrust of her husband's meaty erection into her puckered 
sphincter the pleasure was growing more intense by the moment. She could 
feel both of their cocks inside her now, thrusting deliciously through the 
most sensitive orifices of her body. Her husband's big stiff prick embedded 
in her anus, her son's even larger member shooting through the clinging 
warmth of her cunt ... they, filled her up completely. It was the most 
incredible pleasure she had ever known. 

"Oh no," Lucy whimpered softly. She widened her eyes and listened intently 
to the sensations of pleasure raging and coursing through her loins. She 
knew she could not possibly allow herself to show her husband her pleasure. 
If she did that he would have won completely; he would treat her with 
absolute contempt from then on, and she would be unable to prevent him from 
acting, out his most depraved fantasies. Lucy winced and bit her lip as she 
struggled to restrain the mounting passion trembling through her genitals. 
No, she thought frantically. No, she couldn't, she just couldn't, couldn't 
... couldn't ... couldn't ... 

But then the pleasure grew to irresistible proportions. A convulsive shiver 
ran the length of Lucy's body, causing the muscles of her cunt and rectal 
sheath to contract spasmodically around the driving shafts of the 
two-pronged cocks. For a second longer she tried to resist the raging heat 
growing and swelling in her body. Then she moaned softly and gently began to 
buck her hips, shamefully thrusting-the jiggling cheeks of her rounded 
buttocks into the stabbing impalement of her husband's throbbing erection. 

"Sheeeit," Dan grunted. He grinned with sadistic relish and intensified the 
rhythm of sodomistic fucking, spearing his blue-veined stiffness faster and 
harder into the rubbery grip of her rectum. "You like that now, don't you? 
You fucking little bitch! You like it when I fuck you up the ass!" 

"Ohhhh," Lucy groaned. Her cheeks flushed pink with her wanton arousal, and 
she flared her nostrils animalishly apart. "Harder ... nnnnnggghhhhhh do it 
harder ..." 

"Fucking bitch!" Dan muttered contemptuously. He embedded every inch of his 
bloated organ inside her ravaged bowels and deliberately contracted the 
muscles of his loins, making the meaty shaft jerk luridly within her anus. 
"Say you like it, goddamn it! Say how much you just love being fucked up the 
ass!" 

"Ohhhhh," Lucy groaned helplessly. She wriggled her buttocks and began to 
buck more frantically between them, unable to bear the salacious force of 
her anal desires. "Ohhhhhhhh God, do it harder ... unngggghhhh ... 
awwwwwwwwww ... unhhhhhhhhh ..." 

Then it was as if a balloon had collapsed within her, eliminating the last 
vestiges of inhibition and restraint that remained within her conscious 
mind. Lucy mewled throatily and began to pound her buttocks much harder 
between the sandwiching bodies, needfully thrusting her rectum into her 
husband's aching organ. Then she was gyrating between them in an animalistic 
frenzy of lust, fucking them as hard as she possibly could. 

"Say it," Dan repeated proddingly. "Say it." 

"Fuck me!" Lucy burbled hotly. The shameless obscenity burbled
 uncontrollably from her lips. Lucy mewled and grimaced and locked her 
milk-white thighs around her son's hips, groaning as she felt another inch 
of his blood-engorged member thrust into her hair-fringed pussy. "Harder ... 
unh, unh, unh; fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as, you can! Awwwwww, Dan; 
awwwwww, God! I can feel it! I'm going to cum ... unh, unh, fuck me, fuck 
me, make me cumm ..." 

"Jesus," Garry moaned. 

Suddenly Lucy felt the shaft of her son's aching erection swell to rock-hard 
stiffness within the pouting lips of her cunt. A wave of agonized desire 
crossed Garry's face, tightening his lips and making his eyes roll luridly 
with the forbidden delights of intercourse. Then the creamy white torrent of 
his semen burst from his spongy cockhead. The load of his sperm was 
enormous, more than he had cum in days. It shot and gushed out of his cum 
slit again and again, filling the sheath of his mother's pussy completely 
and running in an obscene stream down the ivory smoothness of her inner 
thighs. 

That was more than Lucy could stand. As her son came inside her vagina she 
felt Dan's cock grew even harder in her anus, stretching the walls of her 
rectum to the point of bursting. Then every muscle of her body tightened 
instinctively, and Lucy realized she was on the verge of her orgasm. 

"Awww God, fuck me!" she squealed. 

Lucy grimaced and parted her full lips, unconsciously letting her tongue 
loll out of the side of her mouth like a thirsty animal. Then she dug her 
knees into the mattress and drove her buttocks into Dan's hips in a wanton 
frenzy of sexual heat, wanting every inch of his bloated member embedded in 
her rubbery bowels. "Fuck me, Dan, fuck my asshole!" she whimpered hornily. 
"Ungggghhhh! Harder, Danny, do it harder; I'm cumming! Ungghh! Unggghhh! 
Fuck me ... AWWW WWWW, GOD, FUCK ME, I'M CUMMING! UNNNNGG- GGHHH! UNGGG 
HHHH, UUUUMMMIII IIINNN GGG ... GGGGGG ..." 

The sweetly consummating spasms of orgasm wrenched -through Lucy's body 
again and again and again. Almost at the same moment her husband groaned and 
thrust every inch of his erection into her rectum. Then the molten load of 
his semen shot out of his cock, filling her bowels to repletion with his 
ivory white cum. Lucy mewled softly and licked her lips. Then she relaxed on 
top of her son's sweating chest and dreamily closed her eyes. A glowing pink 
flush emerged in her cheeks, spreading across her entire face. Almost before 
she knew it she was smiling. 

She was actually happy, Lucy realized, as happy as she'd been in her life. 
She knew she should be angry with Dan for abusing her, but she knew at the 
same time that she wasn't. It wasn't his fault. He had the wrong impression; 
when she explained it to him, she was sure he'd understand. Dan had always 
had such a quick ' unreasonable temper. Pretty soon he was bound to calm 
down. She could soothe him then, and then their family would be closer than 
it had ever been before. Sex would hold them together, Lucy thought 
knowingly It was the secret bond between them, the shared pleasure that 
would make theirs the most stable household in the whole town. The taboo 
against incest was so ridiculous; how could people seriously forbid 
something that felt so good and did no one any physical harm? Sex was the 
most beautiful pleasure in the world ... 

Suddenly Lucy remembered what she'd seen in the doorway upon her husband's 
unexpected arrival. The flush in her cheeks grew girlishly shy and bashful; 
for a second she almost wanted to giggle. Why, she thought, how silly of her 
not to have noticed! Dan wasn't going to leave her again. It was obvious now 
that he loved her as much as he had on the day of their wedding. Of course 
he did. He'd even remembered to bring her flowers! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The road was long and wide and immaculate, the freshly laid asphalt gleaming 
in the bright sun like the shiny, shimmering back of a snake wending its way 
through a forest. Two lanes led in either direction, separated by a yellow 
line down the center, and at four in the afternoon traffic was only 
sporadic. The road was lined to either side by endless rows of modest but 
well kept suburban houses, each single storied and each with its small front 
lawn. It was just another main drag, Nelida thought. A year ago, even if she 
had never seen it before, she would have thought it was something special. 
All streets and places, people and things were special to her then, because 
she had seen so few of them. But she was a year older now, and she had spent 
a year with a man in a truck, driving over and over again from one corner of 
the continent to the other. So this was just another main drag. Commuters 
took it to work in the mornings, and they'd take it back again that night. 
If it weren't for the commuters the road might as well not exist at all. 
Nelida had seen at least a thousand roads just like it, and this one looked 
just the same. It was hard for her to believe that this was actually Xenia, 
Ohio, and this was the street of her home. 

Oh Jesus Nelida thought. The pretty teenage girl sighed under her breath and 
shrugged her shoulders to lift the heavy pack a little higher on her back. 
Then she took a deep breath and continued to plod up the sidewalk 
paralleling the street, now less than a block from her house. Her jeans and 
loose sweat shirt were covered with the familiar grime of the highway, and 
as she walked she could feel the even more familiar ache spreading dully 
through her feet and ankles and calves. $1.20 in her pocket, her thick brown 
hair matted like an animal's, the way her lower back hurt from sleeping on 
the ground so much ... she had to go home, Nelida reminded herself 
adamantly. It had been only ten days since Dan had dropped her off in Kansas 
City, but it felt more as if she'd spent half a year in the Philippines. 
Sleeping under a tarp on the snow outside of Cincinnati; threatened with a 
vagrancy charge in Independence; talking herself out of no fewer than three 
impending rapes, each at the hands of some pervert who picked her up on the 
road ... no, she had , to go home. Most men who picked up female hitch 
hikers had only one thing on their minds. Dan had been an exception. After 
ten days on the road she appreciated that more than ever before. She'd been 
lucky to make it back to Xenia in one piece. 

Though she might be even luckier to make it into Xenia with her life. Nelida 
frowned, shrugged the pack on her shoulders and stopped walking. The house 
she had grown up in was directly before her now, looking no better or worse 
than it had when she'd bid it farewell for good twelve months ago. A faint 
shudder passed through Nelida's body, and for the first time she had a real 
sense of being home. Then she bent her head and plodded up the walkway to 
the front door. She didn't really want to do this. Her father would probably 
welcome her with open arms, but her mother ... Nelida rang the doorbell and 
bit her lip as she waited. Her mother would probably spend the next week 
beating her from head to toe for running away. Her mother was the main 
reason she'd run away in the first place. 

"Come on in," a drunken voice shouted from the interior of the house. "It's 
open!" 

Nelida smiled faintly to herself as she pushed open the door. Well, at least 
one thing hadn't changed; her father was still getting smashed at four 
o'clock in the afternoon. George had always been such an incredible 
alcoholic, for as long as she could remember. A nice man, a trul3r loving 
father in a way I , but it was hard to have much respect for a parent who 
couldn't even climb the stairs after eight o'clock without tripping all over 
himself. Nelida unshouldered the pack and pushed it ahead of her into the 
house. No, George would always be the same. Her only question now was, which 
job her darling father had gotten himself fired from this time. 

"I said come on in, god damn it!" the voice reiterated. "It's open!" 

Nelida took a deep breath and entered the house. The living room was dark 
and abandoned looking, furnished still in her mother's bright but dreary 
style that had depressed her as long as she could remember. A game show was 
holding forth on the television set, and there was a stack of empty beer 
cans on the coffee table. George was lying under a blanket on the, couch. 
His thinning hair was mussed, his face was sweaty and a company shirt was 
open to, reveal the wiry grey hairs of his powerful workman's chest. Just as 
grungy as ever, Nelida thought resignedly. Forty years old and he didn't 
look a day under fifty. 

"Hey ya, Dad," Nelida murmured. She smiled and kicked the pack ahead of her 
onto the carpet, shutting the door behind her. "Guess who?" 

George narrowed his eyes and squinted at his daughter across the shadowed 
living room. Then his eyes widened, and his drunken expression opened in 
recognition. 

"Nelida," he said hoarsely. "Nelida." 

"That's me," Nelida said I cheerily. She crossed the living room and grinned 
down at her father. "It's your darling daughter, come home from a year of 
fun and adventures. Where's Mom?" 

An hour earlier, when a lecherous insurance salesman had dropped her off on 
the outskirts of town and she had begun trudging wearily homeward, Nelida 
had occupied herself by anticipating her parent's reaction to her return. 
There was no real problem anticipating her mother's; her mother would simply 
start beating her as soon as she walked through the door, and after 
imagining the scene a few times Nelida had quickly tired of it. But her 
father's reaction was an interesting question. He might stare at her in 
amazement, then run over and hug her until her bones felt as if they would 
break. He might be shy; he might even act reserved, in an obvious effort to 
conceal his embarrassment at seeing her again. George had always been an 
emotional man, which may or may not have been a cause of his alcoholism. 
There was no telling what he might do, and for the five miles between the 
freeway off ramp and her house Nelida had entertained herself intermittently 
by visualizing his reaction. 

She had never, however, expected him to break out crying. For several 
seconds, as she stood smiling down at him next to the couch, George pressed 
his head into the armrest and gaped up at her in stupefaction. His eyes 
moistened, and the tears began to run down his sallow, leathery cheeks. A 
moment later he was sobbing like a baby, holding his hands over his face to 
conceal his expression from his daughter. 

"Aw c'mon, Dad, for Christ's sake," Nelida said. "It's just me. I'm not here 
for the rent or anything." 

"I'm no good!" George screamed tearfully. "Oh ... oh God, I'm no good! 
Nelida ... I'm no good, I'm no good, I'm no gooo-hooo-hooooooood ..." 

"Aw Dad Jesus Christ!" Nelida exclaimed. She shook her head and looked down 
at her father in bemused exasperation. "Would you knock it off, please? I've 
got enough problems without having to listen to this. You didn't do 
anything. I ran away from Mom, not you. I love you just fine." 

Nelida's attempt to soothe her father's feelings only made George cry that 
much harder. Sighing, Nelida pushed her father's legs roughly off the couch 
and sat on the cushion next to his hip. As she did so the blanket slid 
slightly up his leg, showing his naked, hairy thigh and revealing that he 
was wearing no pants. George immediately pulled the blanket tightly around 
his waist and, recovering himself slightly, sat straight on the couch next 
to his daughter. 

"Now that's better," Nelida said soothingly. She leaned forward and gave her 
father a brief kiss on the cheek. "Tell you what. Why don't I go out to the 
kitchen and brew up a nice, big pot of coffee? Then you can get yourself 
sobered up a little and we can have ourselves a good long talk. How's that 
sound?" 

"No, nothing more," George muttered vaguely. He sniffled and stared at the 
floor. "No more drinking. I swear, I'm ... I'm never I going to take another 
drink again." 

"No, Dad, I said coffee ..." 

"You should have stayed away, Nelida," George said solemnly. He pursed his 
lips bitterly and kept his eyes hollowly on the carpet. "I don't know what 
you were into out there, but you should have stayed away. I'm no kind of 
father for a girl like you. You're ... you're ... and I'm just a drunk. I'm 
just an old drunk now, and you would have been better off somewhere ... 
grooving ... I don't know ... something ..." 

"Dad, would you please knock it off?" Nelida said sternly. "I already told 
you, I love you just the way you are! You're my father, and I don't want you 
to change a bit unless you want to. Now! Why don't you just tell me how 
things have been around here? And where's mom? Believe me, I can hardly wait 
for her reaction. Ten to one she'll beat me until.." 

Nelida's sentence was interrupted by her father's hoarse, miserable sobbing. 

"Now what's wrong?" 

"I'm all alone now," George said tearily. "You're all I've got, Nelida ... 
oh God, all I've got ... we're all alone now. I'll take care of you, honey 
... I promise ... oh oh God ..." 

"What?" Nelida asked incredulously. 

"Your mother has ... deserted us," George said carefully. He shrugged his 
shoulders and gestured helplessly with his hands. "She ... just last month 
... she ran away, from home. That was when I got fired and ... my drinking 
... I disgusted her, Nelida. I truly disgusted her. I don't know where she 
is now. She might have gone back to Pennsylvania, but she could be anywhere. 
It's been a month now, and I haven't received a word ..." 

Nelida widened her eyes and stared at her father incredulously. Then it was 
as if an enormous weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she 
suddenly found herself smiling. She had hated her mother as long as she 
could remember; the news that she had deserted them didn't upset her at all. 

"... and I'm just an old bum, Nelida," George continued drunkenly. "I'd like 
to paint a better portrait of myself, but I can't. I'm just a worthless old 
drunk who can't hold down a job ... you'd be so much better off if you'd 
stayed away from me ..." 

"Now c'mon Dad, don't be like that," Nelida said soothingly. She moved 
closer to her father on the couch and wrapped her arms lovingly around his 
neck. "You may drink too much, but you're not an old drunk. I love you just 
the way you are, and to tell you the truth, I don't care at all that Mom's 
gone. I never liked her anyhow." 

"You don't really mean that." 

"Oh, I mean it, all right," Nelida said assuredly. She grinned cheerily and 
made an effort to change the subject. "Now! It's four o'clock in the 
afternoon and you're watching tv. What happened to the job, Dad?" 

"Oh Nelida, don't torment me like this," George said wearily. "You know I 
got fired." 

"That's okay, Nelida said. "But seriously now, you gotta do something for 
money, don't you? It's been a month, right? You've' been looking for work, 
right? So what's lined up?" 

George shook his head and stared despondently at the floor. Then the tears 
again began to run down his cheeks, and a second later he was crying as hard 
as before. 

"Oh Dad, for Christ's sake ..." 

"I'm no good for you Nelida, I swear I'm no good," George sobbed jerkily. 
"There's not much left in the bank and I ... I just sit here all day and 
drink. I don't even ... don't even have the decency to wear a pair of pants 
... I just drink and watch television. Pretty soon all I'll have to do is go 
on welfare. I'm just an old drunk..." 

"Oh Dad, stop it!" Nelida exclaimed helplessly. Her own eyes moistened, and 
as she stared at her father's pathetic condition she felt herself 
overwhelmed with pity for him. Suddenly she threw herself against him, 
embracing him tightly and showering affectionate kisses across his cheeks 
and chin and neck. "Cut it out, Daddy, I love you! Stop crying! I love you! 
Cut it out!" 

It seemed to take George a moment to understand what his daughter was doing. 
His sobbing diminished, and he slowly sat up on the couch. Then he lifted 
his head and returned Nelida's kisses. But the affection was not the sort 
ordinarily displayed between a father and a daughter. Instead he kissed her 
intensely, laving his lips across hers and insinuating his tongue into her 
mouth, as a man would kiss a woman before the act of copulation. Nelida felt 
his arms twine around her waist, lifting the hem of her loose sweatshirt and 
caressing the ivory smooth skin of her naked back. Instinctively her nipples 
stiffened against the fabric, and she felt the guttural warmth of lust 
course through the hair fringed lips of her pussy; for a moment she almost 
kissed her father back. Then her eyes widened, and she forcibly separated 
herself from his embrace. 

"Dad!" she said embarrassedly. "For God's sake, don't kiss me like that! I'm 
your daughter!" 

"Oh Nelida ..." 

George immediately started crying again. This time his sobbing was much 
louder than before, and there was something in his expression that told 
Nelida the true depths of his misery. Nelida flushed in embarrassment and 
unconsciously moved away on the couch. 

"Oh c'mon Dad, it's not that big a thing," she said huskily. "I mean . .. 
you just surprised me, that's all. Take it easy. I understand ... " 

"You don't understand!" George cried ashamedly. "I'm telling you, I'm just 
no good! I'm a filthy old drunk! I sit in front of the tv all day and drink, 
and I ... think things, and it's so awful!" 

"What are you talking about?" Nelida whispered. 

"l masturbate!" George confessed loudly. "There! I masturbate! Your mother's 
gone, and I'm here all day, and I don't have anything else to do! I jerk off 
all the time, like a kid or something! I don't even have the decency ... oh 
Christ ... not to think about my own daughter." 

"Dad, I just don't understand what you're talking about." 

George swiveled his head and looked at his daughter openly. His expression 
was a grimacing mask of shame and rage, as if he were on the verge of 
shooting himself. Suddenly he grabbed the blanket and threw it off his body, 
leaving himself naked except for the open work shirt. 

"There!" George cried, almost triumphantly. "Do you understand that? Do you? 
Go ahead, look at it! I told you I'm no good! Do you understand now! Go 
ahead, look!" 

Nelida widened her eyes and stared disbelievingly at her father's naked 
body. George had the biggest, hardest penis she had ever seen. It stood out 
of his pubic hair with steel-like stiffness, at least nine inches long and 
incredibly thick, pulsing and throbbing before her eyes with its engorgement 
of blood. She could see the plum sized orbs of his bloated testicles between 
his legs, and she could see the pink, blue veined hardness of his cock as it 
twitched stiffly against his navel. The head was enormous, spongy and 
swollen, glistening as his cum slit literally oozed semen all over his dick. 
Nelida felt the lascivious heat in her cunt intensify immediately, and for a 
moment she thought she would faint. Dan had had an exceptionally large male 
organ, but it had certainly been nothing like this ... 

"Do you understand now?" George continued bitterly. "I don't even have the 
decency not to desire my own daughter. I think about you all the time, ever 
since you were a little girl. Can you imagine how it makes a man feel to 
know he wants to fuck his own daughter? I'm no good for you, Nelida; I'm 
telling you, I'm no good!" 

Nelida widened her eyes further and said nothing. She couldn't take her eyes 
off her father's big dick. It actually seemed to be throbbing rhythmically 
before her eyes, as if the blood was pounding violently through his engorged 
member with every beat of his heart. It was the first sight Nelida had had 
of her father's penis, and as she looked all her thoughts seemed to gel into 
the simple, irresistible passion of her lust. It didn't matter that George 
was her father, or that he was a drunk, or that she had just walked in the 
door, that she had been away from home for a year, that she was sixteen 
years old. All that mattered was the incredible blue-veined stiffness of his 
meaty erection, and the way it was making her pouting pussy moisten with the 
feverish needs of her desire. She wanted to suck it, Nelida realized 
hypnotically. She wanted to purse her lips tightly around the hardened pink 
shaft, and suck his cock hard, and gulp down a his thick semen as it 
squirted down her throat. 

"Don't look at me like that, Nelida George said. "Oh my God, don't you know 
I feel bad enough about it already. I'm sorry honey, but I'm just no good 
..." 

"Daddy," Nelida whispered huskily, "do you really want to fuck me ?" 

George gasped at the obvious arousal in his daughter's expression and said 
nothing. Nelida continued to stare at his bloated organ a second longer, 
panting lightly through her flared nostrils, feeling the animalish need of 
lust flow through her whole body. Then she raised her arm and gently clasped 
her fingers around the meaty thickness of her father's massive erection. She 
squeezed his big prick hard, sighing as she felt its swollen length pulse 
nakedly against her palm. George gasped again and widened his eyes. Nelida 
tightened her grip around his blue veined stiffness and quickly began to 
pump his penis up and down, wantonly masturbating him with her hand. 

"Nelida, stop that," George said softly. "You don't ... unh ... you don't 
know what you're doing. I'm your father. Don't do this to me. I won't be 
able to stop myself . Oh God ... oh God ... ohhhh ..." 

Nelida continued to stare at her father's member and began to jerk him off 
much -harder. Her strokes became hard and frantic, incorporating all the 
skill she had learned in a year's worth of sexual intercourse with Dan. Soon 
the seminal fluid again began to seep from George's cum slit, coating the 
mauve glans with the translucent liquid and dripping luridly onto her 
fingers. It was then that Nelida realized she simply had o take her father's 
big penis into her mouth. She knew there was a possibility that she would 
regret the decision afterwards, and in the back of her mind she was sure 
that they would both have to confront the enormous significance of their 
incestuous contact. But now she was much too horny to care. Her pussy felt 
wet and hot in her panties, and her nipples were as stiff as two little 
rocks. She needed to suck his cock immediately. 

"No Nelida, stop ... no ... unhhhh ... no ... unhhhh unhhhunhhhh ..." 

Nelida bent forward until her face was only inches from the rock hard shaft 
of George's twitching cock, the mushroom shaped head bobbing and pulsing 
before her eyes. Pausing, she licked her lips and shook her thick brown hair 
out of her eyes. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The pulsing 
crown of her father's member fit comfortably between her lips, and as soon 
as she tasted the saltiness of his seminal drippings against her tongue the 
wanton sense of her own arousal worsened. Nelida moved her hand down the 
thick tumescence of his organ and resumed her stroking along the base of his 
dick. Then she clasped her lips wetly around the head and puckered her 
cheeks, eagerly beginning to suck her father's cock as hard as she could. 

George groaned loudly and relaxed into the couch. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Does that feel good, Daddy?" Nelida whispered. She giggled wantonly and 
licked a wet, titillating circle around the pulsing glans of her, father's 
erection. "Mmmmm! You sure get a lot stiffer than any old drunk I ever met, 
I'll tell you that!" 

"Suck it," George nioaned hoarsely. He twisted his fingers into his 
daughter's thick brown hair and shut his eyes as he leaned into the couch. 
"It ... unh ... it hurts. Suck my cock, Nelida ... oh Jesus ... suck it 
hard." 

Before the last word had left her father's mouth Nelida had opened her mouth 
and again engulfed the throbbing stiffness of his engorged member. Her 
tongue laved hungrily around the spongy head, licking up the semen that 
oozed from his slit, making the whole tip of his big prick twitch inside her 
mouth. Her lips sucked in more and more of his massive tumescence, until 
only half of his phallus protruded from the, wetly sucking circle of her 
mouth. Nelida whimpered hotly through her are nostrils and continued to 
stroke and masturbate the base as her mouth worked feverishly over the head. 
She was proud of her ability in fellatio. Dan had taught her the best way to 
give a blow job a year ago, when she was only fifteen, and over the months 
of practice she had perfected her technique until Dan had told her she gave 
the best head he had ever had. Now she loved demonstrating her oral 
abilities on her father. Nelida auctioned her cheeks and consciously widened 
the passage of her throat. Then she shamelessly began to bob her head up, 
and down over the bloated hardness of her father's organ, literally fucking 
herself in the mouth with his big erection. "Unh unh unh!" George groaned. 
He gasped and dug his fingers violently into her hair, convulsively bucking 
his hips on the couch to thrust more and more of his cock into her willing 
young mouth. "Suck it . : . oh Christ, I'm gonna cum ... suck my dick ... 
harder ... unh ... oh Jesus ... unh unh unh ..." 

Suddenly Nelida realized that she needed a good fucking immediately. She 
loved the salty taste of her father's huge organ in her mouth, and she could 
hardly wait to feel the thick cream of his semen spurting down her throat. 
But the salacious aching in her hair fringed cunt could no longer be 
resisted. Nelida paused to give her father's aching member a last, intense 
suck, wanting to maintain the rock hard stiffness of his erection as long as 
possible. Then she rose from the couch and quickly pulled down her pants. 

"What are you doing?" George muttered drunkenly. 

"Fuck me, Daddy," Nelida purred hotly. She pulled her blue jeans and panties 
over her tennis shoes and stood unashamedly before her father, naked from 
her sweat shirt to her socks. Her long, slender legs tapered, into her lithe 
teenage hips, and she could feel her milk white skin glistening with the 
sweat of her excitement. Her pussy felt as hot as a fire. Nelida assumed a 
lascivious expression and ran her fingers through the fleecy curls of her 
pubic vee, wantonly darting her index finger through the moist slit of her 
pouting cunt. Then she turned from George and knelt on the floor in the 
doggie position, lifting up her ass in expectation of their forbidden 
incestuous coupling. 

"Oh God," George whispered. 

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck my cunt," Nelida purred. She looked over her shoulder 
at him and wiggled the rounded cheeks of her ass provocatively. "Go ahead 
Daddy, stick your big thing in me and fuck me hard! I don't care if you're 
my father. I'm just horny! Fuck me! Oh God Daddy, fuck me now." 

George shook his head and widened his eyes, as if wondering if the naked, 
eager spectacle of his sixteen year old daughter was a figment of his 
drunken imagination. Then he slid off the couch and fell- to his knees 
between her nakedly splayed thighs. Nelida felt his hands move up her 
buttocks to her waist, slipping under her loose sweatshirt and fondling the 
small, rounded globes 'of her bare breasts. Her nipples distended even more 
stiffly, and she began to moan helplessly under her breath. Sighing, George 
squirmed closer behind her buttocks and lifted the blue veined shaft of his 
organ until Nelida felt the spongy head fit itself into the pouting slit of 
her hair fringed fissure. Then George' bucked his hips, thrusting over half 
of his blood engorged member into the clinging warmth of his daughter's wet 
vagina. 

"Unhhhh! Daddy! Unngghh!" Nelida squealed. She gasped and bit her lip and 
groaned as she felt her pussy invaded by the throbbing shaft of her father's 
erection. Immediately she began to grind and bump her ass, pumping her pussy 
into the satisfying length of his prick in the convulsive motions of 
intercourse. "Fuck my cunt Daddy, fuck my cunt! Stick your cock all the way 
in me and fuck me hard! It feels good now, oh Jesus it feels so good! Fuck 
me! Unh unhhhh unhhhhhhh ..." 

George groaned and continued to slide inch after inch of his pulsing phallus 
into the hair fringed slit of his daughter's vagina. Then it was all the way 
in, the entirety of his bloated organ bathing in the tight, gurgling walls 
of her cuntal sheath. His hands tightened around the globes of her 
breast.-,, holding them for support. Quickly he began to pump and thrust his 
powerful hips behind her, rhythmically reaming out her tight pussy with the 
long, swollen length of his amply endowed member. 

"Harder Daddy, fuck me harder!" Nelida cried. She clutched the carpet with 
her juggling buttocks into him in an animalistic frenzy of incestuous lust, 
wantonly encouraging him to intensify the rhythm of their fornication. Her 
clitoris was protruding stiffly from its protective sheath, and with every 
thrust of George's organ she felt the lips of her vagina sucking wetly at 
his of his turgid shaft, as if to milk the load from a sperm through his 
prick like soda straw. Fucking her father was exciting her tremendously; 
already she could feel herself approaching the most intense orgasm of her 
life. "Harder, Daddy!" Nelida squealed. "Fuck me! Unhhhhhhh! Fuck my cunt 
Daddy, I'm gonna cum! Harder! Awwwwwwwwwww God fuck me harder, awww awwww 
awwwwwwwwwnnnhhhh ..." 

"I'm no good, Nelida," George whispered. "Unhh ... I can't help it ...I've 
got to-do it to you ... I'm just no good ..." 

Nelida's lips gaped open, and for a moment her lust diminished as she tried 
to understand the meaning of her father's peculiar words. Then George pulled 
his glistening phallus completely out of the clasping warmth of her hair 
fringed fissure. Before Nelida understood what he was doing his hands dug 
into her shoulders, pushing her down hard until she had no choice but to 
fall flat on her stomach on the floor. 

"Daddy?" Nelida cried. She lay fat on the rug and tried to look at him over 
her shoulder. "Daddy ... unh ... what're you doing? Daddy! What are you ..." 

"I've got to, Nelida," George whispered. 

"I can't help it, it's, what I want most. I think about it ... night and 
day. I've got to. I'm just no good ..." 

Nelida widened her eyes and tried harder to look over her shoulder. Then she 
felt her father's fingers dig into the jiggling cheeks of her rounded 
buttocks, spreading them wide apart to reveal the puckered ring of her 
tender asshole. A violent shudder ran through Nelida's body, and in the 
space of a second she realized what her father's secret desires really were. 
Sighing, Henry moved up her prone body and leaned over her so that the 
twitching shaft of his meaty erection fit into the sizzling cleft of her 
ass. Then he lowered his body, inserting his spongy cock head into the 
rubbery sphincter of her rectum. 

"I've got to, Nelida," George repeated feverishly. "I want it so bad I can 
taste it. I've got to .. fuck you up the asshole, darling. I'm going to fuck 
your ass!" 

"Daddy!" Nelida shrieked. She gasped and made a helpless attempt to struggle 
free of her position on the floor. "Daddy ... unh, . no! Stop it! You're 
gonna hurt me, oh God, noooo ..." 

Then Nelida felt the throbbing stiffness of her father's big prick invading 
the rubbery grip of her virgin rectum. All the breath seemed to leave her 
lungs at once, and she felt so dizzy and strange that she thought she would 
faint. George's prick felt incredibly huge up her anus. She could feel the 
thickness of it, pulling the puckered lips of her sphincter far apart, 
boring relentlessly into the depths of her bowels. At first the sensations 
were almost pleasurable. Then an agonizing throbbing emerged in her asshole, 
and Nelida began to struggle helplessly on the floor to free herself from 
the spearing impalement of her father's bloated dick. 

"Stop it Daddy, stop it!" she cried. "Unggghhh! Oh Jesus ... oh God that 
hurts so much! Take it out of me Daddy take it out! Your cock is too big! 
Ungggghhhhh! No! No, no ... awwwwwwrrrggghhh God awwwwww ..." 

"It's so good, Nelida," George moaned. "Your asshole ... it's so tight." 
Sighing, the naked father bent over his daughter's plump buttocks and 
continued to buck his hips, forcibly thrusting inch after inch of his 
engorged member into the rubbery tract of her rectum. "I'm gonna cum now I 
can feel it ... I'm cumming ... awwww God ... ahhhh ..." 

The shaft of George's erection grew to rock hard proportions deep inside 
Nelida's asshole, throbbing and pulsing violently against her anal walls. 
Then a profuse gusher of seminal fluid squirted out of the twitching slit of 
his cum hole.- The thick white sperm spurted up her asshole again and again, 
filling her rectum completely and burbling luridly out of her ravaged, 
puckered ring. A sigh of relief passed through Nelida's body, and in spite 
of the intense pain in her bowels she manage to smile faintly; she was sure 
her father would withdraw his thick penis from her rectal orifice now that 
he had cum. 

But George did not remove his prick from her bowels, and hi massive 
erections lost none of its steely stiffness. Instead he only held it deeply 
embedded in her asshole, as if savoring the last spasmodic convulsions of 
his orgasm. Then he quickly began to thrust it back and forth through her 
now well lubricated tunnel, fucking her ravaged anus with long, hungry 
strokes of his rampant erection. 

"Daddy!" Nelida cried. She widened her eyes enormously, suddenly in awe of 
her father's sexual potency. 

"I always come twice, darling," Henry muttered in a distracted, hoarse 
explanation. Grimacing, he bucked his hips and continued to fuck his 
daughter's pink asshole harder and harder by the moment. "You didn't know 
that about me ... ahhh ... did you? Always come twice that's how ... unh ... 
I got your mother pregnant so quickly. Twice ... always ... twice ... does 
that feel better now, darling? You should be .. used to it .. . by now ..." 

Then Nelida realized how much she was enjoying it. Her lips parted in 
astonishment, and for a moment her cheeks flooded with a reddish blush of 
shame. She had never considered anal intercourse before. She had always 
considered it depraved and humiliating, and she had resisted Dan on the few 
occasions he had attempted it ' But now she was enjoying the heavy strokes 
of her father's prick tremendously. She could feel the delicious warmth in 
her rectum now, the way the muscles of her puckered ring clasped hungrily to 
the meaty thickness of his phallus. It felt being fucked up the ass, she 
realized dimly. It was the best fucking she'd ever had in her life. 

"So good, Nelida," George whispered hoarsely. He winced and bent over her 
slender young body, hammering his bloated organ repeatedly into the tight, 
slippery tunnel of her rectum. "Oh God ... it feels so good ..." 

"Fuck me," Nelida purred huskily. She gasped and frantically began to pump 
her pussy off the floor, thrusting her naked ass cheeks into the satisfying 
length of her father's big cock. "I like it now, Daddy, it feels so good! 
Unhhhh! Fuck my asshole, Daddy! Harder! I'm gonna cum, oh God it feels so 
good! Stick it all the way in me now, it doesn't hurt at all! Fuck my ass 
Daddy! Unggghhh! I'm gonna cum now! Fuck me as hard as you can!" 

George obediently intensified the rhythm of his fucking, hammering his 
throbbing member through the ravished ring of his daughter's rectum in a 
wanton frenzy of incestuous desire. His cock felt big and stiff in her 
bowels, and Nelida realized that she was tremendously, incredibly horny for 
the thrusts of their anal copulation. As she continued to lift her ass into 
his cock she thrust her hands under her stomach and groped for the fleecy 
curls of her hair fringed fissure. Then she shamefully began to masturbate, 
stroking and fingering her moist cunt in time to the frantic rhythm of her 
father's ass fucking. 

"Harder Daddy, fuck my asshole, I'm gonna cum!" Nelida mewled. "Unggghhh I 
can feel it now ... I'm cumming! Fuck me Daddy! Awwwwwwnnnhhh awwwnhhhhhhhh 
oh God that's so good, I'm gonna cum! Unhhhh! Harder Daddy, harder ... unh 
unh unh ..." 

"I'm cumming too, Nelida." George whispered. He reached under her sweatshirt 
and again clasped the globes of her breasts, kneading and squeezing them 
until the large nipples again stiffened salaciously against his palms. "Your 
asshole is so tight ... I can't stand it . going to cum too ..." 

"I'm cumming now, Daddy!" Nelida cried. As she felt the strength of her 
impending orgasm she grimaced and darted her fingers eagerly into her moist 
pussyl, gasping as she felt George's organ pumping through the walls of her 
anus. "Unggghhh! Fuck me Daddy, fuck my asshole! Harder! I can feel it now 
... WWW NNN GGG HHH! HARDER DADDY! FUCK ME! UNG GGG HHH I'M CUMMING! UNGGHH 
UNGGGGHHH CUUUUMMIIINNNNGGGGOG ..." 

Once again the thick white semen poured profusely from George's pulsing 
member. The cum was as large as before, again filling Nelida's rectum 
completely with the load of his sperm. Nelida whimpered repeatedly under her 
breath, groaning kittenishly as the spasms of orgasm washed warmly through 
her loins. George grunted and darted his aching penis agonizingly through 
the rubbery grip of her bowels, sighing as the last drops of jism were 
milked from the orbs of his bloated balls. 

"Did you like that?" George groaned. He winced and pulled his now softening 
organ from her puckered ring with a lurid burbling sound. "I'm sorry if I 
hurt you ... did you like it?" 

Nelida closed her eyes and nodded her head quickly in affirmation. Then she 
stretched out on the floor and rested her cheek on, her folded hands, 
settling herself as if preparing for a long sleep. She didn't want to talk 
now. The warmth of consummation spread silkily through her. body, warming 
her loins with pleasure; she just felt too good to say a word. She knew that 
she had enjoyed sex with her father tremendously, and she knew that she 
would have to experience it with him many times in the future. But even that 
didn't matter now. Her muscles still ached from all her time on the road, 
and she could feel the exhaustion floating through her almost like a 
repressed dream. She had to sleep now ... she just had to sleep ... 

"Did you like it?" George repeated worriedly. "I didn't want to hurt you, 
really. I just wanted it so much, I couldn't help it. I don't know why I 
wanted it. I just did ... I hope I didn't hurt you ... did you like it?" 

Nelida nodded her head slightly without answering. Then she nestled her 
cheek into her forearms and prepared to fall asleep. Beyond the walls of the 
living room she could her the traffic on the main drag outside, and it 
occurred to her dimly that the rush hour had started. There were so many 
different drivers. Thousands of cars had passed the house at rush hour every 
day of her life, and now for the first time, dreamily, she wondered who they 
were. They could be anybody. Doctors, foremen, laborers, secretaries ... it 
was funny that she didn't know any of them. One of them might have picked 
her up a year ago. If the person had been nice she would have gone with him, 
and her life might be completely different from what it was now. But they 
hadn't, and she hadn't, and nothing was different at all. 

"Nelida?" George asked anxiously. "Nelida, are you all right?" 

"Daddy?" Nelida asked. She opened her eyes abruptly and turned slightly 
towards her father. "Could you close the curtains for me? Please?" 

George pursed his lips and looked at his daughter curiously. Then he rose 
and turned to the window facing the street. Nelida smiled dreamily and shut 
her eyes. It was funny how everything fit into place. 


THE END
