TFB-140  Bedding The Family
(Linda Carlson)


I 

It was a sultry July night, the kind of night when sex and violence and 
everything in between seem to make sense. If Rita Spencer had known that her 
brother was still awake, she'd have pulled down the sheets anyhow. But she'd 
whispered, "Mark, are you asleep?" and he hadn't answered so once she got 
the linen down around her waist she wasn't worried that in the humid dark 
he'd see her hands sliding along her belly down between her moist legs, 
there to rub softly at her mound. "Oooh," she sighed softly, "it's so 
fucking hot." 

Her fingers slid between the lips covering her young vagina. Even above the 
dull roar of distant traffic she could hear the slopping noise of her digit 
running in and out of her wet hair pie. She poked along on the inside of her 
flesh cave and worked her clitoris upright. She was young, fifteen going on 
sixteen, nubile and svelte, except for her large pendular breasts. Her flesh 
was soft, and in the wet night, damp. Her one hand worked vigorously at her 
clitoris which she'd learned to use to best advantage, and her other hand 
palmed her left titty. "Oh, shit," she gasped, "I wonder what it's really 
like." 

Rita had seen her brother's cock plenty of times, and in magazines she'd 
read about and seen pictures of sex and screwing, sucking and eating, but 
she still had no real idea, other than the pleasure she took from 
masturbating, what it would be like to have her pussy filled with a rigid 
beef steak. Thinking about some fantasy penis, she worked her bony digit in 
and out of her narrow flesh cave. Even though she'd never fucked before, her 
hymen was no longer intact. Maybe it was during girl's gym that she'd 
noticed the bleeding, a small line of red blood at the wrong time of the 
month, or maybe later that day at home-she couldn't recall. But it didn't 
matter, she wasn't a virgin in that sense. But then again, she thought, she 
still couldn't say she was experienced. She continued to work her finger in 
the soft wet flesh of her humid young pussy hole. "Ahhhh," she moaned 
softly, "I think it's going to happen. I think ..." 

She lifted her knees and spread her loins wide. She needed room to move in, 
room for her plunging finger in her juicing cunt hole. "Oh, yes," she 
moaned, "this is going to be nice." She rubbed back and forth in her young 
twat and spread herself out so that she could stimulate all sorts of greasy 
flesh in her cunt and not just her clitoris. But it was on the 
vaginal-pecker that she spent most of her attention, and it was there that 
she felt the first orgasmic chills begin to climb, out of her pussy and up 
her sweating belly and spine. She blushed and groaned softly about how she 
loved the feel of her cunt getting hot and wet. It would have been hard to 
tell whether it was hotter in her cunt and more humid that it was in the 
dark sultry July night. 

Mark rolled over. He was not asleep. He watched quietly as his sister 
brought her sexual fever to a perfect pitch. He was a year older, seventeen, 
and he knew exactly what she was doing. Unlike his sister, he was somewhat 
experienced. As a football player at Dover High he'd had plenty of women, 
most of them young girls, Juniors and Sophomores who were only too happy to 
spread their soft slick thighs and let the high school quarterback plunge 
his prestigious beef into their sweet angelic holes. "You know," he thought 
to himself, "I wonder why I never thought about screwing Rita." He smiled 
and continued to watch his younger sister working her digit in and out of 
her sweet wet twat space. Once, Mark remembered, he'd paid a woman, a girl 
at the school named Patty Benson. She was a good young hooker and she was 
taking money from teachers and students and giving them in return a lot of 
hot sex. He thought about Patty just now because she resembled his sister 
Rita. He smiled as Rita's lusty groans increased in intensity. He saw his 
sister's smooth hips ride upwards around her digit. She was squeezing her 
titty, her pillowy damp breast, and she was moaning, softly gasping and 
moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me." It was hard enough, thought Mark, to get to 
sleep in the heat of the night, but with a girl like Rita rubbing her cunt 
and her smooth titties, it was nearly impossible. Even though she was his 
sister he couldn't help but see her as a fine piece of tail. And he thought 
it was a waste that all that gush and clit juice and lusty energy was going 
to go unused on merely her finger. 

Quietly, Mark pulled back the sheets covering him. Rita continued to poke 
herself, to rub her twat mound. The gushing sounds and the gasping of her 
quick breathing camouflaged Mark's stealthy moves toward her bedside. She 
didn't even know he was there, standing up above her in the nude with his 
long phallus hanging limp but going harder every second while she 
masturbated herself with her eyes closed. "Oh, God," she moaned softly, 
still unaware of his presence, "I wish ..." 

Mark put his hand over his sister's mouth and sat down. She opened her eyes 
with a start. In the humid night her face was damp with perspiration and he 
could see the expression of fear and embarrassment in her eyes. The dim 
moonlight coming through the open curtain and window above her bed lighted 
her face so that he could see that she didn't know what to do. "Shhhhh," he 
told her. He kept his hand over her mouth. She was still hot and lusty from 
her masturbation. He used his free hand to slide across her lean and supple 
thigh. He slipped his hand on top of hers and felt how wet it was. There was 
clit juice everywhere, on her bush, between her fingers, on her loins. She 
started to struggle a bit, but she was hot and sexy, horny. He replaced her 
hand with his own, entered his sister's cunt with his own long bony finger. 
"Let me do this," he whispered. "You just relax." 

Rita struggled up but Mark shoved his hand down hard on her mouth. It was a 
professional straight arm move, the kind of thing that a football player 
could do easily. He looked over his shoulder to be sure that neither of his 
parents could hear them through the bedroom door. He suspected that his 
father and mother were asleep, or balling, and in either case, they wouldn't 
be easily disturbed. He continued to plow his finger in and out of his 
sister's hot stimulated flesh cave. The gush surrounded his finger, as did 
the hot slippery flesh. He plunged in and out several times in a row to make 
sure that her sexual urges became stronger than her fears and feelings of 
guilt about fucking him. He had to overcome both her fear of incest with her 
brother as well as her fear of a real penis. It was going to be her first 
time. 

"Oh," she sighed as he took his hand off her mouth, "Mark, "I don't know 
if...." 

He slipped in under the sheet. Half of their bodies was covered with the 
sheet. The other half, from the waist up, was nude. He pressed his chest 
against her smooth bulging titties and his mouth around her open lips. He 
forced his tongue into her protesting face and swabbed the inside of her 
soft flesh. "You know," she said softly when he pulled away to kiss her neck 
and shoulders, "I wonder what would happen if anyone ever found out." 

"Don't worry," Mark told his sister, "I ain't tellin' anybody and neither 
are you." He pushed his mouth down around his sister's sweet titty tip. He 
cupped it with his lips. The nipple slid smoothly between his slippery lips. 
"Mmmm," he hummed. "Nice. I've always wanted to suck on your chest. I don't 
know why I waited this long." His meaty dick rubbed along her leg while his 
mouth worked along her breast. 

"Oh, Mark," she whispered, "I just don't know what..." 

Every time she began to protest and speak something other than lust, he 
jammed her face full of tongue meat. Finally, she gave in, submitted to the 
idea and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and back. "Screw me good," 
she told him. "It's my first time and I want it to be really good." Mark 
continued to rub his long phallus between his sister's smooth tanned legs. 
He could feel, every now and then, her wet beaver pie. He deliberately 
didn't penetrate the cunt hole, but he did make sure to rub his hot dick 
head against the sloppy lips just for fun. "Uuuuuhhh," moaned his sister, 
"that feels really nice." She squeezed her smooth tanned loins together 
around Mark's hot cock. She pressed her legs so that he got an especially 
nice rubbing from her soft moist flesh. He rubbed up and down and the bottom 
of his cock stroked her thighs. 

"You know," he whispered in his sister's ear, "fucking you is going to be 
one of the best things I ever did." With that he rubbed his face between her 
titties. He licked Rita's soft mammaries, gave the caps a good long 
tonguing. When he was finished with one, the nipple, the big mushroom 
colored cap and the breast flesh itself was coated with warm greasy saliva. 
"Oooh, shit," she hummed, "I'm so hot, Mark. I'm so damn hot." 

The combination of their heated bodies sweating with lust and the natural 
July humidity and heat made their slick rubbing a good wet feel for them 
both. "Jesus Keerist," grunted Mark, "you are hot." He was referring to the 
glow in her face, the heat emanating from her mound, and the feel of her 
shivering, pre-orgasmic body. "You never did it before, eh?" he said. "Well 
you have a treat in store, Rita. You're gonna like it a lot." He reached 
down and spread her clamped thighs. He lay beside her and used his finger to 
stroke in and out of her cunt lips. He rubbed the labial leaves and used his 
digit also to make sure of her erect clitoris. He stimulated the thing time 
and again until it was erect to his satisfaction. Soon he was flicking the 
little slippery nub of twat-penis back and forth, and he was gat-ting 
another finger going under her pelvis, between her butt cheeks, up her anus. 
"You like both at once?" he asked. 

"Oh, God," she sighed, "I love it." He had his thumb, soon thereafter, 
stuffed in her pussy, and his finger rubbing in her asshole. He squeezed her 
anus and her pussy, and his finger rubbing in her asshole. He squeezed her 
anus and her pussy holes with his hand. Her pelvis rubbed up and down in his 
hand. He worked his long digits in and out of her body. "Shit, Rita," he 
said, "you being a virgin is the biggest waste of hot cunt I ever saw." He 
continued to spread the sweet grease from her pussy space. The sap was 
leaking out everywhere. Before long his fingers and palm were coated with 
fresh wet ooze. "Fuck," he grunted, "this is going to be one hell of a 
sloppy screw." 

She pumped her uncontrollable twat up and down around his thumb. She climbed 
the digit with her wet lips. Her narrow tube sucked and rolled along his 
thick knuckle. And soon she was begging him to jam her as hard as possible, 
to use his big dick to penetrate her body. "Not yet," he told her, "but in a 
few minutes. First you have to be taught a few basic moves." 

"Like what?" asked Rita, softly in the damp night. "What do I have to 
learn?" 

"Did you ever give head?" 

"Head?" she asked, her eyes wide. "I don't even know what it is." 

"Suck," said her brother. "Did you ever suck on anyone's penis before?" 

"No," she said. "I'd like to though." 

"Here you go," he said, pushing on her shoulders. "Go on down on it. You got 
your big chance, sis. Take it away." He pushed her down along his crotch. 
She grabbed at his muscle with tentative and anxious fingers. Her small warm 
hands clutched at the base of his rigid meat. She rubbed and milked it, and 
she worked up and down with her Angers. She was happy to have, for the first 
time in her life, a real penis with which to play and fondle. She caressed 
it up and down, thinking that this was what he meant by suck. "How am I 
doing?" she asked her brother. 

"Alright," said Mark. "But now you have to use your mouth. You know, suck on 
the tip." 

She smiled. She didn't know that that's what she was supposed to do. She 
liked the idea, however, and stretched her tongue across the tip of her 
brother's joint. "Like that?" she asked. 

"Yes," he said. "More of the same, and enjoy yourself. Just do what comes 
natural." He looked under the sheets and watched her work. She pulled her 
silky blond hair behind her head and pressed her lips around his meaty prick 
head. "It's thick," she said, retracing her move, "I don't know if it's 
gonna fit." She then reapplied her face to his mushroom head. Her thick 
juicy lips wrapped around the pole of her brother's cock. She spread her 
mouth out and around the big rim and cap of the fuck stick. "Oh," he moaned 
down to her between his legs, "that's the way to do it, sis. Just keep that 
up." She rubbed his pecker between her no longer virginal lips. She blushed 
and the sweat from her lips dripped down on his meat and added to the zesty 
oral rubbing. "Yeah," she moaned, taking a breather, "it does come sort of 
natural." She inspected, even in the dim light of the more or less darkened 
bedroom, the long hot dog. It was now shiny with saliva from her rubbing 
tongue muscle, and a fresh supply of blood pulsed in the vein on the topside 
of the shaft. "I'm gonna like sex a lot," she sighed. "Really a lot." She 
pressed her lips back around the head of the wet meat. She sucked it up, as 
much of the rigid rod as she could get into her face, and used her lips to 
seal the bargain. "Yeah," said Mark, "that's terrific, babe. Really fine." 

He held his sister's head in his hands and rubbed her face back and forth 
across the tip of his sensitive meat. His big bone banged her in the mouth. 
"Uuuhhh," she grunted, "it's mighty strong." She licked the long thick piece 
of flesh. She grew quickly familiar with her brother's juicy hot member, and 
though it was the first time ever that she'd sucked off a penis, she did a 
marvelous job. "Now," said Mark, pulling his sister's pretty lips away from 
his joint, "you have to learn about licking something else." 

"Oh, yeah," said Rita, flushing with heat and sweat. Her sexual fever had 
gone up two notches just from the feel of the jumbo meat between her lips. 
"I love this, Mark," she told her brother, reluctant to give up her hold on 
his dick. 

"You'll love licking my buns, too," he told her. "It's very important that 
you learn everything there is about ass licking. It's one of the nicest 
things you can do for a guy." 

"Oh, boy," she said. "Tell me what to do." 

"Shhhh," whispered Mark. "You got to be quiet or Mom and Dad will hear us." 

She nodded and sat up, her fine long boobies hanging down for his enjoyment. 
"You just tell me how to do it." 

He laid down in front of her with his legs spread wide. He reached back and 
pulled his ass cheeks apart. "Go on in there," he directed his sister who 
bowed between the backs of his legs, "and use your . tongue." She went right 
to work licking and kissing his buttocks. She spread kisses everywhere, 
along his hips, along the balls of his ass cheeks, up and down the big buns. 
"Is that good?" she asked. . 

"That's great," said Mark. He was using and teaching his sister as best he 
could. "Go for the crack. Don't miss the hole, either." 

She leaned back down and spread her wet mouth muscle out across the wet 
groove between his hairy buns. She coated his meaty rear end with fresh 
mouth juice. She used her mouth muscle to go up and down between the big 
heated buns, then she went in for his anus. She wasn't sure what to do, but 
she did what she thought she herself might like in her asshole. She poked 
her long wet tongue into the tapered entrance and then went past the tight 
iris sphincter muscle. She jammed hard and long and filled the tight space 
with her wet tongue. "Mm-mm," she hummed, "this is the way to do it. I know 
this is right." Mark waved his butt in his sister's face. "You're right 
about that, Rita," he said. "Absolutely correct." 

Rita pulled her face up and out of her brother's crotch. She'd worked her 
tongue all the way up his anal track and then she'd pulled the long narrow 
wet muscle out of the tube. "How's that?" she asked. 

"Perfect," said Mark. He sat up and around. "You got to get some of my 
tongue up your asshole, and then we'll be ready for a good screwing," 

His sister smiled and spread out on the bed. She showed her butt to him, 
gave him access to her asshole. "There," she said, Tm ready." 

Mark looked down at the perfectly round butt cheeks. They were as creamy as 
could be. He remembered the countless times that he'd seen his lovely sister 
parading nude through the house just as she was going through puberty. On 
lots of occasions he'd have a boner, just from watching that sweet round 
asshole run by him. He loved the shape of the cheeks, the slant and curve of 
the gracefully sculpted crack, the tube within. And now, he rubbed his 
hands, he would be fucking that delectable shit hole with his tongue. He 
could hardly believe his good fortune. "Here you go sis," he said. "Get 
yourself ready." 

He dove for the soft ass flesh. He used his hands to massage and knead the 
cheeks. He puckered up her butt tissue and landed his long wet tongue on the 
delectable piece of pinched meat. He splayed out his mouth organ and rubbed 
it against the buttery soft cheek. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "this is perfect 
for eating." He slid his tongue into the asshole crack and worked his way up 
and down the slit. Soon enough eh arrived at the tube itself and there he 
plunged his tongue into the anus hole. "Ooooh, my," screeched his sister. 

"You have to be quiet," warned Mark. "I know it's hard, but this time, while 
Mom and Dad are home, you have to be quiet." Then he went back into her anus 
with his snake-like slick muscle. He stuffed her bunghole full of hot flesh 
from his mouth organ. He jammed in hard and fast and gave her a good long 
kiss in the buttocks. "Mmmm," he hummed into the butt-hole, "sis, you got 
what it takes." He smiled and smacked her butt-cheeks lightly as he came up. 

"I like that, too," she said softly. "I like it when you use your hands on 
my ass cheeks." She rolled her butt and her brother gave her another quick 
slap on the ass. There was a soft cracking noise. "Oooh," she squealed, "now 
what?" She sat up with a delightful display of white teeth and wet lips, a 
smile, ready for action. 

"Now," said her brother, "I'm gonna show you some sixty-nine action. You 
know what that is?" 

She blushed. "I've heard girls talk about it in gym." 

"O.k.," he said, "you get your face in my crotch. You get my dick in you 
mouth. Then you spread your legs around my face, and I'll get your cunt to 
play with. Get it?" 

"Got it." "Good." 

They arranged themselves accordingly. Young Rita Spencer spread her lovely 
tanned legs around her brother's face. Her wet beaver rode close to his open 
eating mouth. Her face sucked up his cock muscle. She licked the head and 
went up and down the shaft with her splayed tongue. Once she'd got herself a 
taste of his beef, she was hot to get more of it. She went sliding up and 
down in his groin and spread lovely little kisses all along his nut nest. 
She kissed his thighs and rubbed his legs, with her hands, while she did so. 
"Mmmm," she hummed, "this is so much fun. Now I know why people get 
married." 

"Mmmm," hummed her brother. He, for his part, was working diligently on his 
sister's cunt hole. He had her thick labial lips spread wide so that he 
could work his tongue up and down in her pussy crack. He was washing the 
insides of her vagina with his splayed tongue. He was sure, of course, to 
concentrate his best thrusting tongue action on his sister's hot lickable 
clitoris. He made sure, too, to tug on the meaty little twat-prick, and 
pulled it up and down with his lips and tongue. He went down everything in 
sight and made sure to get a good long rub against her bristly pubic hairs. 
Before long he felt a surge of fresh gush coming out of his sister's 
gyrating pussy cavern. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "that's perfect, kid. 

You just keep moving and I'll keep licking." He continued to eat out her 
cunt hole. It was all of it wet and juicy and hairy, just the kind of pie 
that young Mark Spencer loved to eat. Besides, it was even more exciting to 
know that this particular beaver dessert belonged to his sister. 

They rode like that for some considerable time, floating up the ecstasy 
ladder with each other's tongues on their genitals. "I love doing this," 
said Mark's sister. "I can't get over how nice a real penis feels in my 
mouth." She scooped the head between her now recently experienced lips. And 
she rubbed. Back and forth, from side to side, she spread saliva and soft 
mouth flesh everywhere on her brother's hot cock muscle. "Mmmm," she hummed, 
"it's delicious!" 

"O.k.," said Mark, "it's time for a little of the real McCoy." He got up out 
from under his sister's sweating flesh. He pushed her over on her back and 
crawled down between her smooth loins. She had her head at the foot of the 
bed, and they both together had their feet up around the place where the 
pillow goes. Mark mounted her quickly and efficiently, his long joint 
filling his sister's sweet, highly lickable, fuckable, suckable cunt hole. 
"Ahhhhh," she sighed, "it's so fucking big!" 

"Bigger than a finger or a tongue," said Mark. "That's for sure." He smiled 
and pressed his open mouth against his sister's spread lips. He filled her 
oral cavity with his mouth muscle as he simultaneously jammed his hard bone 
into her meaty cunt hole. Everything was wet and juicy. She rubbed her slick 
tanned titties up against his hairy muscular chest, and she wrapped her 
hands around his buttocks, cupped his ass cheeks and drove a finger into the 
entrance to his asshole. Mark pumped Rita so full of hot cock that she 
nearly cried out. But he quickly lifted one hand to cover her face so that 
she wouldn't make a sound that would disturb their parents. He continued to 
stuff her cunt with his meaty wet joint. 

"Ahhhh, yes," she sighed, "I love it." He worked his hog down deep in her 
flesh cave and grabbed her titties with his hands. He kneaded the flowing 
flesh of her pillow-like boobies. He rubbed the mushroom colored caps and 
tweaked the hot nipples. Pretty soon she was quietly gasping and profusely 
gushing. "Uuuuuuuhh," she grunted, "it's so fucking good to have a real hard 
fuck-stick in my pussy. I love it." She rolled her smooth hips up against 
his crotch and sucked his long phallus down deep into her neat beaver tube. 
The hole gushed and sprayed around her brother's long joint. "It's good, 
baby," he said, tugging on her nipples. "It's really fucking good." He 
leaned back and hammered his cock again and again in and out of her sweet 
body. 

"I love it," she moaned. "I really do fucking love it." She squirmed under 
the terrific pressure of his hot bulging joint. She swayed her hips right 
and left taking on a natural rhythm. Mark followed suit. He gave her back, 
pump after pump, a steady thrust and slam with the head of his booming 
pecker. His joint sloshed in and out of the slick velvet flesh. "Mmmmm," she 
hummed to her brother, "kiss me, Mark. Kiss me on the lips." 

He leaned down, gave up her titties in order to do so, and pushed his long 
fat tongue meat into her face. Her sweet thick lips spread and clamped down 
on his mouth muscle. Before she could kiss him back she felt some great wild 
cosmic shudder fill her loins. Her pelvis snapped twice, back and forth, and 
she moaned ecstatically, gasping: "Oooohhh ... ahhhhhhh ... uuuuuuuhhh, 
shit!" She gushed all over his rod, climaxed with her brother Mark's long 
hot joint inside her sweet teenage body. 

Mark watched his sister writhe in ecstasy. Her swiveling hips and rolling 
cunt tube gave his cock a good long thrill. He jammed down deep and prepared 
to come inside her. Her was going to pulse his hot jism into her beaver hole 
when she reached around his neck and pulled him down to her face again. She 
kissed him long and hard while his big wet penis flooded her cunt hole with 
fresh pudding. "Oooh, yeah," he sighed as his prick shot off inside her 
tubular orifice. "Squeeze, baby. Squeeze hard." 

Her long pussy muscles went to work milking the jism from his rod. She 
yanked and tugged on the thick base of his cock. She made sure that every 
drop of fiis precious, brotherly come went streaming down to the most remote 
canyon in her cunt orifice. She sucked the jism with her octopus like crotch 
muscles and pulled it all down inside her body. Mark's sister Rita had to 
admit that she loved his joint and his come and his fucking in her vaginal 
hole. She knew for sure that she was going to want more of him than just 
this one fuck, and she wanted to make sure he came back to her, that he came 
back with a big fresh stick of bone meat, one that would ream out her cunt 
hole as well as he was doing right then, a boner that she would be able to 
use again and again to get off on, one that would make her happy sexually 
always. 

"Mmmm," hummed her brother, "that's good work, Rita. If I'd known that my 
very own sister could fuck me this way, I'd have played a lot more hookey 
this year." He jammed his last shot of come juice up into her cunt and then 
yanked his wet flesh pole out of the juicy sap producing, sap containing, 
space. "There," he said, "you ain't a virgin anymore, honey. Not any more." 

She smiled and said: "I'm sure glad about that. Virginity sucks." She 
laughed and said: "I think I better give you just a little more licking so 
that you'll be nice and clean in case we want to do it again, eh?" 

Mark liked his sister's healthy attitude. He spread his legs while sitting 
against the open window above her bed. He showed her his neat meat, still 
stiff, still covered with his and her juice. "Go to it, Rita. Lick me off." 
He smiled and waited. His sister planted the head of his beef steak in her 
lips. She rolled her willing tongue across the tip and down the shaft. She 
licked and sucked and before long he was totally hard and totally turned on 
again. "I love it," he said. "I love it." He pressed his hands around her 
head and moved her face up and down on his big hairy wet crotch muscle. 
"Good," he grunted, "real-' ly fucking good. That's gonna be nice." She 
continued to lick him back toward a new high, toward another moment of 
ecstasy. "You think," she asked, "you'll be able to fuck me again?" 

"Anytime you want," he said. 

"What about now?" asked his sister. "Right this minute. In my cunt." 

"Sure," said Mark. "Why not?" 

And that's how Rita and Mark Spencer passed the rest of that hot and sultry 
July night: screwing their brains out 

II 

It was three days later, in an extremely horny state, on a night as hot and 
humid and sticky as the evening when she lost her virginity to her brother, 
when left alone in the house with her father, that Rita Spencer slipped her 
smooth hips and supple tanned legs into a pair of white cotton shorts and 
pulled on a mauve tank top, and, wearing no bra, paraded back and forth on 
several miscellaneous missions, none of which had to do with the fact that 
she was showing off her luscious teenage body. 

Finally, Mr. Spencer, a tolerant, if not patient man, folded his newspaper 
and asked Rita: "What the hell are you doing?" 

She stopped short, in the center of the living room, and said: "I'm just 
cleaning up a bit, Daddy." She smiled and leaned down to pick up his shoes, 
and in so doing revealed for her father's viewing her hanging brown breasts. 
Her tank top fell forward and her nipples, caps, and luscious pillowy 
titties were in plain sight. She scooped up the shoes and put them close to 
the footrest where her father's feet rested. "Did you have a hard day today, 
Pop?" she asked her Mr. Spencer as she sat on the foot stool next to her 
father's crossed legs. She began rubbing his feet. She massaged his ankles 
and feet while Mr. Spencer lay back with his head against the sofa and his 
eyes closed enjoying the unexpected pleasure of his daughter's massaging 
hands. "Oh," he sighed, still conscious of the fact that he had thoroughly 
enjoyed the sight of his daughter's sweet smooth breasts, "It was just an 
average day." 

Rita smiled and worked her way up her father's legs. "Does this feel good?" 
she asked, rubbing his calves and then making her way to his thighs. "If you 
spread your legs and put your feet on my thighs, I can get a better rubbing 
going?" 

He did so, still with his head back and his eyes closed. Rita put herself on 
the stool with her father's feet on her smooth tanned legs. Her shorts rode 
up high enough around her otherwise nude hips to reveal just a glimpse of 
some few pubic hairs. She rubbed his legs, one hand for each, and gradually 
ended up at his thighs. "That feels very, very nice," said Mr. Spencer to 
his daughter. Still he had his eyes closed. He was considering his 
daughter's rub as a friendly, child-like gesture. But he couldn't forget the 
lovely sight of her boobs. He opened one eye and took a peek at her soft 
thighs and shapely calves. Then he closed his eyes again and pretended to be 
merely enjoying the tender and relaxing rub. Actually, however, her was 
developing a bulge in his trousers, a bulge that Rita was all too happy to 
observe. 

"You have such strong legs," said Rita. She pulled his trousers up around 
his knees and worked her kneading fingers into her father's bare flesh. 
"There you go," she said. "Isn't that better?" 

"Mmm," said Mr. Spencer. "Much." 

"Why don't you stretch out?" said Rita. "Lay down on the couch and I'll give 
you an imitation Swedish massage." She smiled and without looking Mr. 
Spencer stretched out as per his daughter's sweet suggestion. She sat on the 
couch next to him, rubbing his legs from the side now, working up around his 
hips, careful, of course, for the time being anyhow, to avoid his crotch. It 
was, naturally though, the center of her attention. While she rubbed his 
belly, his chest, his shoulders, she looked only at the growing lump in his 
trousers. "Does this feel good on your muscles?" she asked her father. 

He lay on his back with his eyes closed. "Very good," he told his pretty 
daughter. "Very good indeed." He took a quick look without letting her know 
that he was doing so, and saw her staring at his crotch muscle. It was 
undeniable, for both him and her, that he was developing an extremely long 
and stiff bone of meat. "You know," he said, closing his eyes once more, 
"some times I wonder about you and the men you see at school." 

"What do you wonder about?" asked Rita Spencer, continuing to rub her 
father's belly and hips. "If I go out with them? You know I wouldn't do 
anything that you wouldn't do, Pop." 

"Yes," he said, "that's what I wonder about." He smiled and waited for his 
daughter to make the next and obvious move. Sure enough, Rita reached her 
hands across to the narrowest portion of her father's hips and accidentally 
on purpose managed to caress his joint with her wrist and the underside of 
her arm. His big hog was hidden under his zipper and trousers, but the rub 
was just as gentle as had she used her tongue. "Oooh," sighed Mr. Spencer, 
wanting to encourage Rita in her obvious lusty desires, "that was nice." 

She blushed crimosn. Her father could mean one of two things: the way she 
pressed against his hips, or, he could mean the way she grazed his joint. 
She knew that he meant the latter, but she was afraid to admit it. She 
continued to work the area around his crotch, and only on occasion, always 
by accident, she let her arm slide against his dick. "You know," she sighed, 
"I never really get a chance to tell you how I feel about you, Dad. It's 
kind of funny, but here I am almost out of high school and I sort of don't 
know you at all." Her arm was brushing constantly against what could only be 
his erect penis pushing at the trousers. 

"Yes," said Mr. Spencer, "I know exactly what you mean." Now he opened his 
eyes and watched young Rita work her hands on his body. She was no longer 
afraid to touch him where she wanted to. He watched her rub at the space 
around his prick, at his crotch. Soon enough she arrived at the muscle 
itself. "Do you mind, Daddy," she asked, "if I touch you here?" She grabbed 
through the material at the cock. 

"No," he said. "You. can touch me there if you want to." 

She went rubbing up and down along the bulge. Her smooth light touch 
increased the sense of pleasure in Mr. Spencer's dick and balls. She worked 
the fabric around his penis and made sure to rub at the place that was 
probably his mushroom head. Then she slid one hand between his legs and 
attempted to get to his balls. She used her fingers to press at the material 
surrounding his nut nest. He must have been wearing underwear, she surmised, 
because she couldn't feel the individual nuts, just the sack and the 
presence of testicles. "Oh, my," she said, "you're getting awfully big 
there, Daddy." She wondered if her Swedish massage technique was still 
fooling him. 

"Do you like to touch me there, darling?" asked Mr. Spencer of his daughter. 

"Oh, Daddy," she swooned. She climbed up on his strong body and spread her 
supple thighs around one of his muscular legs. She rubbed her mound, hungry 
for humping, up and down along his leg. She pressed her chest against his 
and placed her mouth close to her father's face. She jammed his lips full of 
delicious wet tongue meat. Mr. Spencer gave his young daughter back some of 
his own mouth muscle, urged her to continue rubbing on his leg by using his 
hands on her buttocks, and they kissed madly. "Mmm," she hummed. "Oh, Daddy 
it's so nice." 

She rubbed her soft belly and big titties against her father's body. She 
worked her hips up and down in his groin. Soon she had his muscle between 
her legs. She didn't know how, but even through his trousers his large penis 
was rubbing up against the place in her shorts where her cunt leaked juice. 
"God," she moaned, reaching down and unbuckling his belt, "I have to have 
that meat of yours in me, Daddy. You have to fuck me really hard. Please? I 
love it so much. I have to have it now." She reached down between his legs 
and undid his belt. She pulled it out of the loops and undid the snap 
holding his pants closed. She fumbled with and finally opened the zipper, 
pulling it down and entering his crotch with her hands in one easy move. She 
worked her fingers up and down around the bulge in his underwear. She could 
feel the strength and power of his muscle, even through the cotton briefs. 
Finally she pulled on the elastic of his underpants and took a first quick 
look at her father's huge erect muscle. "Ooooh, God!" she moaned. "It's so 
big!" 

She worked her way down between his legs. She knelt and bowed down close to 
his naked joint. She worked his underwear and pants down around his knees 
and pressed the hog between her two hands. "What do you want me to do to 
you, Daddy? Just tell me." She didn't wait for his answer. She pulled off 
her tank top and placed one of her boobies on one side of her father's meat 
and one on the other side. She rubbed her chest, her big firm tanned slick 
mammaries, against the shaft of her father's strong pole. "Oooh, shit," she 
cried out, "I'm so horny for you, Pop." 

Mr. Spencer smiled as his daughter continued to work on his cock. He'd often 
wondered what it would be like to screw his daughter. But he never dreamed 
that it could be so easy. Here she was rubbing her smooth chest along his 
big meat and he'd had to do nothing. He lay back with his big hairy legs 
spread with his smooth young daughter's body available for any sexual 
service he chose to request of her. "Nice," he told her. "You just keep up 
the good work and everything's going to be fine." 

She rubbed her titties up and down along his nut nest. She placed her hands 
under the balls of his genitals and rubbed the bare testicles. Then she used 
her hands round his hips, under his buttocks. She pulled the cheeks open and 
stuffed the crack of his ass with one finger. She used her mouth to go down 
on the head of his balloon like mushroom meat. Before long she had wet down 
the pole, the base, the rim and the crown, the heady sensitive tip. Every 
portion of her father's hot hog was wet and juicy. She loved the size of the 
big muscle, and she especially liked the feel of it in her hot thick wet 
lips. "Daddy," she said, holding his jumbo flesh prong in her warm wet fist, 
"I love your meaty dick. It makes me so hot. I can't get over it." She 
leaned down and splayed her tongue across the hefty mushroom tip. 

"Good," said her father who laid steady on his back, "that's very good, 
darling. You keep that up and you'll make your father very happy." He spread 
his loins so that young Rita Spencer could work out on his hog that much 
better, with that much more room. She bowed down low and spread her lips 
around his hog. She scooped as much of her father's hot wet joint into her 
mouth as she could possibly suck up. She used her lips to close the wet seal 
around his hot flesh stick. "Mmmm," she hummed, her tongue working around on 
the head which was inside her oral cavity. Her fingers rolled his buttocks 
and one digit played inside his anal tube. "Ahhhh," he gasped, "that's nice, 
little darlin'. Very, very nice." 

She picked up her face off of his crotch muscle and let the big phallus flop 
down sideways against his leg. She asked him to turn over and he did. He 
showed her his big muscular hairy buttocks. "Oh, Daddy," she said, "I'm 
going to ream out that asshole of yours. I'm going to give you long tongue 
juice in that meaty little hole." She pressed her lips to his buns first, 
scattering kisses here and there all over the back of his body, all along 
his fleshy ass cheeks. She spread the muscular buttocks and gave herself a 
good inspection of his ass crack. She used one finger to draw a line down 
the crevice, and then she repeated the gesture, but instead of using her 
finger, she applied her narrow wet tongue to the ass slot. She landed, of 
course, with the tip of her wet, teenage tongue, inside his buttock hole. 
She speared his anus muscle with her mouth prong, filling his anal cavity 
with as much juicy mouth organ as she could cram into the space. 

"Ooh, God," grunted her father. "That's good, kid. That's excellent." He 
rolled his hips and stuffed his anus into his daughter's willing open wet 
mouth hole. His buttocks were spread wide and his bung-hole was open and 
ready for more wet tongue meat. She was happy to give it to him, delighted 
with the opportunity as evidenced by her sucking and licking mouth muscle. 
"Mmmm," she hummed, slobbering in his asshole. "Don't you just love it?" She 
licked up and down the groove, making sure as she did, to cover every inch 
of buttock and butt crack with saliva. "Oooh, God," she moaned, "I just have 
to get more of that cock of yours, Daddy. Please let me have some more of 
that big beefy bone? In my face?" 

Her father turned around. "Certainly, sweetheart. You just lay on top of me. 
You give me your pussy." 

Young Rita Spencer didn't tell her father, but that was exactly the way that 
her brother liked it, too. She arranged herself-after quickly pulling her 
hot white shorts off of her smooth pelvis-and stuffed her mouth full of her 
father's long meaty dick. She crammed his mushroom head up between her thick 
wet lips and sucked on it like it was a popsicle. She rolled the head of the 
sensitive meat in her mouth cavity. She used her tongue to lick and suck the 
long shaft of the thick boner. 

Simultaneously, Mr. Spencer began to eat her daughter's pussy hole. He 
spread the thick wet lips of her young cunt space. The sap producing orifice 
was thick with gush already. He applied his tongue to the long leaves of 
soft succulent flesh. Next he plunged his tongue fully into the hole. He 
found out and caressed her clitoris. The little piece of twat-penis stood up 
instantly. He curled his tongue around it, stroked the thing, and then even 
grabbed it between his lips and tugged on the clit meat. "Mm," he hummed 
down her flesh channel, "isn't that nice?" 

She waved her hips up and down, a nod that indicated she loved his long 
mouth muscle filling the throat of her narrow pussy cavern. She swallowed 
with her cunt muscles, tried to make her fleshy tubular insides contract and 
flex around his long mouth flesh prong. She worked her open cunt lips up and 
down on his juicy mouth muscle. Her swaying hips, her rocking pelvis, her 
juicing interior were a delectable meal for her father's hungry waving 
tongue. "Ahhhh," she sighed on his dick, still in the classic sixty-nine 
position, "I love that tongue in my cunt hole. Rub hard, Daddy. Rub really 
hard on my clit meat" 

Mr. Spencer was happy to comply with his daughter's sweet request. He poked 
at the erect clit prick and rubbed it time and again with his juicy tongue. 
The more he rubbed, the more he flicked the sweet little morsel of sex 
flesh, the more his daughter gushed profusely in his face. The more he 
rubbed with his spread fingers-wrapped deliciously around sweet Rita's 
buttocks-the more she wagged her fine rump in his hands. "Ahhhh," he creamed 
into her cunt hole, "you have what it takes, darling. A perfect little pussy 
space." He pulled her groin down from his mouth and attacked her asshole 
with his tongue. 

"Oooh, God, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "That's fantastic!!" She waved her hips 
on his chest and waited for him to do more. Sure enough, she soon felt her 
father's tongue filling her asshole with the best feel she'd ever had. 
"Uuuuhh," she grunted, "it's so fucking damn good." She moaned and groaned 
and rolled her belly and her hips on his chest. Her buttocks were spread 
wide for the terrific plunging thrill of her father's hot wet tongue meat 
driving down deep in her asshole. "I love it," she gasped. "I love that 
tongue meat reaming out my asshole. Don't stop. Do it hard. Do it really 
fucking hard, Daddy. I love it." 

She waved her hips on his mouth. Her pelvic hole, the cunt space, was 
getting a nice rubbing from one of her father's long bony digits. And her 
asshole was getting a good rub and squeeze and suck from his tongue and wet 
lips. She was getting higher and hotter and hornier, not to mention lustier, 
with every lick and stroke and thrust. "Ooooh, yes," she moaned, "do it to 
me harder!!" She rolled her hips up and down so that her father's tongue 
could drill, hammer her asshole with wetness. "Mmmmm," she hummed on his 
meat, "oh, God, yes!" 

She took her father's prick in her hands. She wrapped her fingers around the 
base of the joint as though it were a flesh bat. She rubbed up and down, and 
then, when she'd applied her thick wet lips to the tip, she tugged around 
the mushroom crown. She stretched the meat in her mouth. She rubbed her 
tongue up and down the hot thick pulsing shaft. He wasn't coming, but he was 
throbbing anyhow. She liked to feel the thick meat bouncing in her face, 
deep in her oral cavity, sometimes in her throat. "Oh, Daddy," she moaned, 
taking the thick wet meat temporarily out of her oral cavity, "please fuck 
my cunt. Please stuff this hard bone in my pussy and make me gush all over 
you." She bleated and begged, moaned and groaned that she couldn't live 
another minute without his long hog screwing away inside her wet snatch. 

A spoiled child, she soon had what she wanted. Mr. Spencer carried her from 
the living room sofa into his bed. He put her down on the king-sized bed and 
spread her out. "Wait just a minute, my sweet," he told her. He returned to 
the living room, taking off what remained of his clothes and locking the 
doors and pulling the shades. He didn't want his wife coming home, Mrs. 
Spencer, finding him in bed with their daughter. It just wouldn't help 
things if that were to happen. When he finally returned to the room he found 
his lovely daughter still gasping emotionally with her own finger stuffed up 
her pussy. Tin just keeping myself hot," she told him. "My clit, you know." 

He smiled "Mum's the word, eh?" He smiled and waited to see if she knew what 
he meant. But she was so hot and bothered, so lusty, that there was no 
talking to her. She was sweating from lust and from the humid hot night. She 
was hot for his cock and she told him so. "Come on," she said, "I want that 
fuck-stick rod of yours. I want your meat, Daddy. You have to fuck me." 

Mr. Spencer smiled. "You're just like your fucking mother. If it's not one 
thing, it's something else. Alright, take your fingers out of your pussy and 
"I'll fuck your brains out" He laid down on top of his daughter's sweet 
smooth body. Her flesh was as soft and tender and heated as could be. He 
smoothly entered her cunt hole with his thick flesh muscle. "Ooooh," she 
sighed, "It's so nice and big. I love it." She rolled her hips and tried to 
work her pelvic cunt hole up on his thick juicy meat. She figured if she 
could spread her labial lips around the base of his hog that the head of his 
joint would be fully inside the back of her sweet wet flesh nail." 

She rubbed his buttocks with her fingers. She massaged the flesh loaves open 
and closed around his anus and on occasion she even stuffed her father's 
bunghole with a knuckle's worth of hot bony digit. "Mmmm," she hummed as he 
pressed and rubbed his hairy muscular chest against her titties, "I like 
that, too." 

He leaned down into her breasts with his face. His tongue was out and 
driving her wild. He pressed it against her nipple. He rubbed the cap, the 
tip of the titty and he raced down to the base of the hot mounds of breast 
flesh. "You know," he said between strokes of his tongue to her hot titties, 
"you have the same kind of chest as your mother. Only fresher. Your mother's 
a few years older than you are, but she's still got good firm mammaries. But 
yours are fresh and young. I like the feel of them." With that little speech 
over, he returned to sucking his daughter's cherry nipple buds. They were 
wet, sloppy and upright. He pulled on them with his lips, licked them with 
his tongue, sucked them with his mouth. Then he nibbled and kissed here and 
there making sure that her chest was as feverish and lusty as the rest of 
her young supple flesh. "Mmmm," he hummed working his way up to her young 
mouth, "I'm gonna give you a real kiss, Rita. Something you'll remember your 
father for." 

He pressed his long tongue down her throat He worked the tip of his 
extraordinary mouth muscle in and out of her face. Simultaneously and in a 
similar rhythm, he plunged his flesh prong deeply in her body. Her cunt 
swelled with the feel of his jumbo prick reaming and snaking her inside out. 
"Ahhh, shit," she grunted, grinding her pubic hole up and down on her 
father's bony meat shank. She used the joint like a tool and rubbed her 
slippery cunt hole with it. She worked her body into a furious sexual frenzy 
by rubbing the topside of her father's long hot meat against the 
ceiling-where her clitoris was-of her pussy hole. There was a steady flow of 
gush accompanying her wrap-around-muscle-action. 

"Good," said Mr. Spencer. "Really fucking good. You keep that up and you'll 
have a swimming pool of jism in your little hole, darling. A swimming pool 
of hot semen in your hairy wet twat space." 

"Oh, God," she said back, "I love hot juice. Are you really going to come in 
me, Daddy? You promise?" 

"Oh yeah," he told Rita. "I'm gonna give you all the hot juice you ever 
wanted." He reared back, cocked his long steak, and shoved. He gave her all 
of his mushroom head in one powerful stroke. The thrust of his hips shot 
forward, pressed her buttocks flat, splayed her flesh across the bed. Her 
hands went spread eagle and her voice screeched in agony-ecstasy: "Oh, fuck 
me, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She wailed upwards and rolled her 
body into his crotch. She used her hands to hold onto the bed board behind 
her head. She grabbed it so tight that her knuckles turned white. "Fuck my 
cunt!" she hollered. "I love it!" 

He started pulsing. It wasn't subtle. He jammed in her cunt with five quick 
short strokes. He gave her his jism. "Mmm," he hummed at the end. "You like 
that?" 

"Yes," she said softly feeling the puddle of sticky pudding form in her rear 
canyon of cunt hole. 'That's amazing." She rolled and rocked on his still 
rigid but spent rod. "You came in me, Daddy. How nice." He pulled his meat, 
yanked it out of her labial lips and looked at the juice covered rod. "It's 
all wet," he told his daughter. "I want you to lick it off." 

"Sure," she agreed. She climbed up with gush dripping from her cunt hole. 
She worked her way down into her father's lap and sucked up his long wet 
hog. She worked on the phallus with spread lips and a wet tongue. She 
caressed especially the head and after that she worked on the thick stem in 
order to clean it of excess juice. When she was done she swallowed hard. 
"How's that?" She held the meat up and admired her especially fine work. 
"Bright and shiny? Just like new?" She smiled. 

"Just perfect," said Mr. Spencer taking a last lick of his daughter's big 
tanned titties. "Just the way your mother would have done it." 

They both heard the car at the same time, and they both raced to the living 
room in order to remove the evidence of their incestuous sexual intercourse. 

III 

Neither Mark Spencer nor his mother, Mary, would have been too upset by the 
information about Rita and her father. In fact, they would have found it 
interesting if not amusing. 

They had gone together in search of some clothes for Mark who, after summer 
vacation, would be heading for college. While they were in one of the Dover 
City shopping malls, in a big store, Mark called his mother into the 
dressing room and asked her if she would help him to decide if the 
particular pair of pants that he'd tried on really fit. She pulled at the 
belt and said she wasn't sure. 

Mrs. Spencer, to backtrack just slightly, was not much older than 
thirty-three. She'd married extremely young, and at that, she was pregnant 
at the time, with Mark. She was still extremely well preserved, and the fact 
of the matter was that in some ways she was even more attractive than her 
young daughter. She had big titties, full and firm and shapely, like Rita's, 
but even more fabulous legs. They were ample in the right places, and they 
were slender in the right places, too. She was, to put it mildly, a great 
piece of ass. Add to all of this her years of fucking and the great skill 
that even trial and error would provide her with, and you can understand why 
her young son, the football player, found his mother not just a little 
attractive. She was a blond, too, like both of her children. 

Anyhow, as she checked to see if Mark's pants fit him properly she noticed 
his bare muscular chest. She drew the dressing room curtain of the 
department store fitting area and smiled at him. "You're getting to be so 
big and strong, just like your father," she said. Then she ran her hands 
around the belt of the pants. "I think they fit alright, darling." She was 
about to leave, but she couldn't resist giving her son's bare shoulder a 
little stroke. "You know," she said, "you're my favorite son." 

"Mom," said Mark with a slight blush, "I'm your only son." 

"Oh, yes," she said. "Now hurry up and get dressed. I'm going to take you 
someplace." She smiled and left her son alone in the dressing room. 

A few minutes later mother and son checked into a motel. "Is this the 
special place?" asked Mark as he followed his mother to the room they'd been 
assigned. "I don't get it." 

"You will," she said softly in a sweet high-pitched voice. She opened the 
room numbered 13 and the twosome entered. "This is the room where your 
father and I first made love, darling. Isn't is nice? It was about eighteen 
years ago and the room hasn't changed a bit. Except of course for the 
linen," she added, pulling back the bedspread. "Close the door, Mark, and 
come here. I want you to know what your father and I went through." 

Mark closed the door and came over to sit next to his mother. She had on a 
short skirt, stockings, a blouse and jacket, heels. She had her lovely silky 
hair stacked on top of her head. "I think it's time that I told you 
something, Mark," she began. "Ever since you went through puberty I've had 
some strange thoughts about you and I, and, well, now that you're going away 
to college, I'm not going to see much of you." Her hand drifted on his 
strong thigh while she spoke. She landed her fingers in her son's crotch 
saying to him: "The fact is that, if you're willing, I'd like you to put 
your penis in me. 

Do you know what I mean? In me?" 

Mark smiled at his mother's idea of his innocence.' "You wanna screw?" he 
asked. Few ideas had more appeal to young Mark. He loved fucking his sister, 
and his mother would be yet another feather in his cap. He'd always liked 
her supple flesh and her lovely skin, her smooth large titties, her neat 
clear eyes, her innocent ways. He wanted to fuck her, he had to admit, for a 
long time, "I would love it," he said. "It would be neat. Of course we 
couldn't tell anyone," , he said, "and that's too bad, but what the hell?" 
He started taking off his shirt 

"I'll do that, darling," she told her son. Her nimble fingers attacked the 
buttons on his shirt. She got three of them undone before her slick hands 
went sliding on his bare chest, under the shirt. "Mmm," she said, "as 
muscular as your father, and twice as attractive." She rubbed his shoulders 
and he undid the rest of his shirt and slipped out of it "I like the feel of 
your chest, Mark," she told her son. "I like a big strong man." 

Mark stretched out on the motel bed where his mother and father had 
conceived him some eighteen years before. He let his mother kiss his naked 
chest anyway she wanted to. He couldn't help but note a similarity in her 
style. She went about loving him the same way his sister had done a few 
nights before. Fortunately, the motel room was air-conditioned. It made the 
love-making between mother and son a very comfortable thing. 

Mrs. Spencer, Mary, worked her hands up and down her son's smooth chest. 
Then she began kissing him, on the shoulders, on his belly around his rib 
cage. Finally, she licked his manly nipples and placed her tongue against 
his titty caps. "Yes, yes," she said, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with 
you, Mark." She landed her open mouth around her son's sucking lips. She 
dove into his mouth hole with her long narrow experienced tongue. She toured 
the inside of his face, swabbed his Frenching tongue, and kissed him 
passionately for some time. She used her legs to massage his thigh, and her 
skirt rode up around her hips. "Oooh, God," moaned Mark, "Mom, it's feeling 
so fucking good." 

She smiled and kissed her son's ears. Until then he had merely lay back 
without using his hands. Now he took his mother's face in his hands and 
clamped her mouth back against his own. Her thick juicy lips surrounded his 
protuberant tongue. She sucked on his mouth muscle and dry humped him with 
her skirted mound. "Oooh, God, yes," she cried out. "We have to do it, Mark. 
We have to fuck each other." 

She quickly stood up and took off her clothes. It took her a minute or two, 
she made the efficient moves to undress with her back to Mark. She was quite 
happy when she finally turned around to discover that her son had also 
undressed entirely. His long penis wedge flopped unsteadily in his groin. 
The thing was hard, fat, ready for fucking, but it was also somewhat pale. 
"What's the matter dear?" she asked. "You shouldn't be nervous. This is a 
night we'll remember forever." 

She leaned down over his young body. Her slippery big titties rubbed against 
his cock while she kissed his young chest. "You're my son," she said, "and 
I'm very proud." She looked at his big meat when she said this. "I like that 
cock muscle," she told him. "It's as big as your father's. I hope you fuck 
me as good as he does." She went down on his joint. She spread her tongue 
around the head and licked the mushroom crown. Soon she was rolling the fat 
head between her thick wet lips. She had soaked the shaft with slippery 
greasy saliva in three long strokes. She had coated the balls with a quick 
kiss or two. But she concentrated on the head of the meat. 

"Oh, God, Mom," said Mark. "That's so good!" He rolled his hips and his meat 
banged his mother in and out of her face hole. Her wet lips slid up and down 
as she swallowed and spit out his meat several times in a row. Her long deep 
throat muscles worked at massaging his prick. Her lips rubbed at the shaft 
and made it stiffer and harder. The juice running down along the flesh pole 
puddled in his testicles. "Ooh, shit, Mom," he said, "can I just come on 
your face once? Just really quick? And then we'll do it again?" 

"Certainly," said Mrs. Spencer. "I'd love that." She pulled on his meat with 
her hands, jerked his long beef steak at her face. She aimed his pulsing hog 
and sure enough, a moment later, the first spurt of hot semen juice went 
splattering on Mark's mother's blushing face. The stuff dripped down her 
forehead and before it fell back on Mark's thigh another shot landed in her 
eyeball. She continued to tug on his meaty organ and the slimy wet pudding 
continued to shoot her in the face. Soon her entire left cheek, her nose and 
her lips dripped her son's hot come juice. "Oooh, yes," she moaned, blushing 
crimson, "I love that come." She licked it up with her tongue and rubbed it 
with her hands. Then she put her fingers back around her boy's cock and 
squeezed and milked out the last drop of baby juice. "Oh," she said, leaning 
down and tonguing the precious stuff into her swallowing throat like a dog 
licking up milk, "I just love come juice, Mark. You have no idea." 

"Oh, God," said Mark, "I think I'm beginning to understand a little, 
though." He smiled and watched his naked mother stroking his big wet beef 
steak with her fabulous tongue action. "Keep it up," . he told her, "and 
I'll be ready to fuck you in a minute." 

She slowed down a bit when she heard that. "I want you to take your time," 
she told him. "It's important that you fuck me," said Mark's mother, "but 
it's equally important that you enjoy yourself." She smiled and leaned her 
titties against his muscular leg. "You have such nice big thighs, Mark," she 
said. "Just like your Daddy." She kissed one portion of his upper leg while 
her mammoth boobs rubbed near to his knees. "Ahhh," she sighed, licking his 
crotch muscle and his pubic forest, "it's good to be with a hot young man, 
especially one with such a well-developed meaty penis like yours." She took 
the dick in both hands and squeezed it. "I'm gonna have some fun with this 
prick of yours, Mark. That's for sure." She looked up and smiled. 

"Me, too," said Mark. "Me, too." He watched his mother continue in her 
fabulous wet licking action. She stroked up and down the length of his rigid 
penis. "Mmmm," she smacked her wet lips, "good." She rubbed her mouth muscle 
around the rim of the meaty head. She slopped up and down the underside of 
her son's joint. Finally, she spread her lips super wide and opened her 
great oral canyon throat. She filled herself with his long fat flesh sword. 
Mark watched his beef disappear between his mother's thick wet lips. "You do 
that better than anyone," he said. "Mom, you're the greatest! You're super 
fucking far out!!" 

His mother climbed up along his smooth belly, up to his shoulders. She 
kissed his neck and his face. Then she spread her wet lips and placed her 
tongue way down Mark's young throat. She kissed him long and hard and he 
French kissed his mother back that way, too. "Mmm," she hummed, rubbing her 
hot wet cunt along his stiff flesh prong. 

Even through he'd spent a first load of jism some few minutes before, Mark 
was getting hot again, lusty and ready for another fucking of some sort. 
Every time his mother's open canal rubbed along his joint, he felt like a 
million bucks. Her spread labial lips surrounded the sides of his leaning 
shaft. And the action of her rubbing, swinging hips erotically stimulated 
his joint up the ecstasy ladder. "Oh, God," he told her, "it feels so good." 

He reached down and spread his mother's buttocks. He let one hand slide 
between the soft round cheeks of her fleshy ass. He rubbed his finger down 
into the entrance to her anus and pushed a little. "Not too hard, darling," 
she said. "Just go nice and easy." Mark rolled his finger while she rubbed 
with her cunt on his dick muscle. "Mmmm," she hummed, "I like that, my 
darling son. I like that a lot." 

His mother's twat hole was leaking profusely around his stiff pecker. There 
was a fresh supply of gush just about everywhere. He could feel the ooze on 
his joint, between his legs, on his testicles. There was greasy ease juice 
flooding their crotches. "Mmm, good," said Mark. "Just right." His mother 
rubbed her cunt against his penis just the way he could enjoy it. 

Suddenly she pulled her fresh titties off of his chest and said: "I want you 
to eat my asshole." She smiled and turned around, off of his body, her belly 
down. Her buttocks were spread open and ready for her teenage son's tender 
wet tongue meat. "Go on," she said. "Get in there and eat it right out. Give 
me a good reaming, Mark. Something I can enjoy." She rolled her hips and her 
buttocks flopped open for an excellent view on her sweet anus space. "Mmmm," 
hummed Mark, "you bet your life I'm gonna eat that out." 

He leaned down and kissed his mother's trim buttocks. He rubbed his tongue 
up and down the slot and then spread his saliva around on the walls of the 
ass crease. Finally, he entered the space with his tongue and sloshed up and 
down, making sure to lick just about everything that was available. His 
mother rolled her buns back and forth, and Mark was sure to take advantage 
of this gyrating motion. He plunged his tongue into the tapered entrance of 
the shit tube itself, and there he drilled his Mom's rump with all the force 
his mouth could supply. When he'd finished pushing and penetrating on her 
sphincter, he sucked with his wet lips and made sure that the bunghole was 
clear and ready for a little ass fucking that he had in mind. "Mom," he 
said. "I'm gonna stuff it up your asshole, just for a minute, eh?" 

She smiled to herself and said aloud: "You're just like your father used to 
be. A little of this, a little of that. Go ahead, Mark. You enjoy yourself." 
She reached back and cupped her buttocks so that her son would have only one 
thing to concentrate on: her asshole. 

Mark lifted his weighty flesh prong and applied it to the sweet wet anus 
space. He used one hand to angle his rigid fuck-stick into place, the other 
to keep the hole in line with his dick. He lunged forward and in one hefty 
super-stroke the teenager managed to fill his mother's asshole with a good 
sized rigid beef steak. 

"Oooh, Keerist!" she grunted, humping forward to avoid the terrific power of 
his long machine. "That's really big, darling. You have to go easy." Mark 
let up a little, but most of the damage had been done. His meat was deeply 
inserted inside his mother's tight anal track. He had forced his jumbo cock 
down the narrow cylinder of muscle, had filled her up fully, all the way to 
the cheeks, with hot hog meat. "You like it?" he asked. "I don't mind it," 
she replied. "Just be careful." His cock and balls were fully against her 
fanny. There was no room to move or rub. 

He reached under his mother's chest and cupped her titties in his palms. He 
rubbed against the nipples and hefty caps first, and then he slid his 
fingers around her big pillowy boobs and rubbed them with his kneading 
fingers. He massaged his mother's chest while his long juicy joint took care 
of business in her asshole. "Oh, yeah," he whispered in her ear, "this is 
more like it." She rocked her hips and her asshole crotch worked on his tube 
of fuck-stick. Lots of tight squeezing muscles worked away on his mighty 
shaft. "Mmmm," hummed her son, continuing to roll her titties in his palms, 
"Mom, you sure are a good screw." 

Mrs. Spencer blushed. She loved the friendly spirit her son imparted to her 
while screwing her rear end. He really was a gentle young boy with a good 
hard penis, and she liked him in an other than motherly way-quite obviously. 
She liked to hear his soft whispers in her ear while his penis rode in and 
out of the entrance to her rump: 

"Mom," he said from time to time, "I love your asshole. It's so sweet and 
smooth and strong." Other times, when he was on top of her pussy, he would 
say: "It's so hairy and wet a cunt. I just can't get over it, Mom. It's so 
thick and sweet." Once, in the middle of penetration in her mouth, he said: 
"Your lips are the thickest wettest prettiest lips I ever wanted to have 
around my joint." 

She thought this was the kind of romantic talk that made her son very 
special. So she rolled her butt end and made sure that her loving son got 
the best fucking up an asshole that he would ever get. She wanted him to be 
sure and remember, whether he was at college, or married, or just out 
selling papers on the street-whatever he ended up doing-that he could always 
come to his mother for a good hot fuck. She smiled and told him something to 
that effect. Mark then extracted his shit juiced meat out from his mother's 
anus track. "Mom," he said, "will you lick it off now?" 

"Of course, darling," said Mrs. Spencer. "Let me get on my knees, over 
here-" She climbed down off the bed and knelt on the floor. Her pillowy 
titties went bouncing as she crawled into position, "-and you sit on the 
edge of the bed like this-" She took his legs and put one each around her 
face and rested the backs of his legs on her shoulders, "-and I'll just give 
you a nice sucking." She spread her smooth hands on the tops of his thighs 
and pulled herself in close to his crotch muscle. 

"Nice," said Mark, watching his mother's thick wet lips curl around the head 
of his mushroom beef steak. "That's the way to do it, Mom. That's really 
nice." She stroked his hips and the flat of his smooth pelvis while she 
worked her mouth around on the head of his wet rigid penis. The flesh prong 
disappeared into her face. 

"Ahhhhh," sighed Mark, "I love it, Mom. I really do get off this way." His 
mother's hands worked down around his balls and propped his meaty dick 
further into her face. "Jesus!" cried out Mark. "That's fucking terrific!" 
He watched his joint get sucked off by his loving mother. "You do that so 
well, Mom. I don't fucking believe it." 

Mrs. Spencer took her son's hog in her warm tender fist and held it out of 
her humidor mouth and looked at it. "It's awfully wet and juicy," she told 
Mark. "I like it like that." She smiled and stroked up the topside of his 
long penis until she landed her tongue in his pubic forest. She licked the 
hairy wet space around the root of her son's hog, and then she held the 
shiny flesh pole up in the air and licked the underside. Finally, she let it 
flop down and used just her hands to rub it. Meanwhile, she scattered small 
kisses up and down his loins and on his knees. "Mmmm," she hummed, kissing 
him here and there, "you're such a good young man, Mark. So nice to your 
mother." She kissed him everywhere and then crammed his wet joint back in 
her mouth again. "Mmmmm," she hummed and this sound sent little vibrations 
up and down her boy's cock. She shook him to the very sexual roots of his 
being, using her fingers to do his balls as she sucked on the head of his 
cock with her wet tongue and lips. 

"Oh, yeah," said Mark, taking his legs off his Mom's shoulders. He grabbed 
her by the head and pulled her up along his body. She climbed up onto the 
bed, leaving his cock behind, and rubbed her legs between his thighs. She 
landed with her wet bush stroking smoothly along his hot joint. Her silky 
wet pubic hair caressed his hot flesh fuck-stick. "Uuuuhhh," he grunted, "I 
want you to eat me out in the asshole." 

"Certainly," said his mother. "Why don't you sit on my face, son? That way 
you'll be able to get the best feel possible from my tongue stuffed up your 
anus." She smiled and lay back so that Mark could sit on her mouth. He 
crouched over his mother's smile and leaned his anus down to her wet willing 
protuberant tongue. "A little further," she said. "Come down just a little 
further." 

He lowered his butt toward her face. His anus touched on her lips and his 
Mom's tongue went touring his asshole. She stuffed him full of hot tongue 
meat, rubbed around and caressed the inside of his shit tube. "Oooh, yeah," 
grunted Mark. "That's the fucking way to do it." He rubbed his rear end back 
and forth between his mother's thick wet lips. "I love that tongue cleaning 
out my asshole. Can you taste the shit?" 

"I don't think so," said his mother. "I don't want to either. So don't go 
farting in your mother's face or anything like that, now, eh?" She smiled 
and continued to lick her son's buttocks and bunghole. Soon she knew that 
his meat was about as hard as it would ever be. "I think it's time," she 
told Mark, pushing him off her face, "for a little bit of the real 
screwing." 

"Yeah, Mom," said Mark Spencer. "You bet." He smiled and watched his mother 
prepare herself. She spread her long tanned body out on the bed. She pushed 
her thighs apart. Her sweet long loins, ample near the hips, smooth and 
slick near the knees, were wide open. They were tanned and supple. Her 
beaver, wet and dark, even though she herself was a blond, was silky wet. 
There was the slightest indication of a line of ooze leaking from between 
the hot labial lips. Above her hips were wide and full. There was plenty of 
space to make a long smooth landing. Her stomach was not fat and plentiful 
as it is on some women her age. Rather, Mrs. Spencer's belly was tanned 
dark, and it was slick and lean. Her titties were the fullest part of her 
body, large pillowy chest organs just the sight of which made Mark hot for 
his mother's body. Her face was smiling angelically as she said to him, 
pulling back a lock of her silky blond hair, "Come on, honey, my lovely son, 
fuck me!" 

He climbed up between his mother's long legs and rested his body down onto 
hers. She reached between her legs, between his belly and hers, and located 
his strong sex machine. She took the nail between two fingers and rubbed the 
heated head against her open wet twat lips. Then she pushed on the shaft 
with one hand, and with the other pushed on her son's firm rump. 

Mark's long wet rigid flesh pole went sailing up his mother's greasy wet 
channel. His chest flattened out against her soft brown pillowy boobs. "Oh, 
Mom," he moaned, and then he filled her face with his wet tongue muscle. She 
kissed him back, long and hard, eating everything his face had to offer. She 
freed her hand from between their bodies, from where she'd guided him home 
into her vagina, and she used both sets of her long fingers to massage and 
knead the flesh of his ass. "Mm mmm," he hummed, kissing her more. 

"Oooh," she cried, breaking away from his mouth, "I'm so hot, son. Fuck me 
hard. Rub it in good. Screw me down tight." 

Mark was happy to provide his mother with just about anything she wanted. He 
hammered his long stiff flesh muscle in and out of her cunt hole. He worked 
up a steady rhythm inside her pussy and before she knew it, he had her 
gushing a mile a minute. "Ooh, yes," she moaned, "fuck me hard, son. Fuck me 
good and hard. She reached back down between their two bodies and wrapped 
his joint with her fingers and palm. She pulled and tugged on his muscle, 
rubbed the head into her clitoris. She aimed his every stroke so that she 
would have her wet pussy puddle filled with his meaty penis just the way she 
liked it. "That's the way," she said, taking her hand out, "that's the way." 

"Oh, God," grunted Mark. "This is so fucking good, Mom. I love screwing you, 
Mother. There's never been a piece of ass that's better." He rubbed his hot 
wet hog in and out of his mother's vagina. "I love it," he murmured and then 
he pulled his joint all the way out. 

"What's the matter, darling?" she asked. Her son lay off her body and on his 
back, his big stiff joint wet with his mother's hot juice. "I just want to 
take a little break," he said softly. "I want to last for a long time and if 
I kept going now, I'd be juicing in a minute. I want it to be good for you." 

She smiled and stroked his stiff penis. "Come back in," she said, "when 
you're ready." 

A moment later he was ready. He mounted her swiftly and swiveled his hips 
into position. One long penetrating thrust filled his mother's vaginal 
cavity with all the meat she could possibly use. She jerked her hips up and 
down along his rubbery joint. She could feel the mushroom head, fully 
expanded like a heated branding iron, ready to fire, and each and every 
stroke caressed her clitoris, making her equally ready. "I'm going to come 
in a minute," she gasped to her son. "I'm gonna come all over your big tough 
steak, Mark. Will you love your Mother forever?" 

He slammed his meat down harder into his mother's squeezing, milking pussy 
muscles. A moment later she was gushing with climax juice all over his hard 
rod of flesh. She rolled her hips and her clit twitched. His big hard meat 
swabbed the inside of her slippery maternal pussy flesh. His joint caressed 
each and every crease in her body's front hole. He used his fingers to rub 
her titties for a while, too. Then he went back of her body, to her 
buttocks, and there , with his palms cupped around his mother's soft ass 
cheeks, he rubbed her further along through her orgasm. "Oooh, shit," she 
moaned, "I love you, son. I love the way you fuck me. It's delicious." She 
opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips to his open face. She gave him 
all of her tongue while he gave her his jackhammer TNT meat stick in her hot 
wet cunt hole. 

Then he exploded. "Oh, God, yes!" screamed his mother. "That's the way, 
Mark. That's the way to make Mommy feel good." She rolled her hips and 
absorbed the come like an injection. The flesh prong spurted hot juice for a 
good number of powerful strokes. Every thrust and squirt of semen juice sent 
Mrs. Spencer higher and higher into erotic oblivion. "I love it! Shit fuck 
piss fuck me shit ass fuck me fuck!" She wailed inarticulately. "Ooooooh!" 

Mark pulled his spent hog out of his mother's gushing hole. Everything in 
the vicinity of her live beaver had the feel of grease to it. Everything was 
slippery and smelled musky and wet. There was clit juice spread out along 
Mark's stiff spent penis, along his legs, around his balls-everywhere. He 
lay back exhausted and tremendously gratified. "Oh, yeah, Mom," he cooed 
softly. "I like that." 

His mother came up between his legs and bowed down to his rubbery wet joint. 
She stuffed the head in her face and used her lips to suck him clean. Soon 
she'd licked his joint free of juice. He was sparkling clean, and his meaty 
flesh prong shined. "Thanks, Mom," said Mark. "That's really nice." 

They drove home from the motel in excellent spirits, telling each other 
about all the wonderful times they were going to be having fucking each 
other, sucking and eating each other's bodies. "You know, Mom," said Mark, 
"I think this is going to be the beginning of a long friendship." 

And that's when they arrived home, just after Mark's sister and his father 
were getting rid of the evidence of what they'd been doing, which, as we now 
know, was not so different from what Mark and his Mom had been up to: 
sucking and fucking. 

IV 

The next day Mark and Rita Spencer woke up late in the morning. Rita cooked 
breakfast for her brother, and both brother and sister were happy to 
discover that their parents were no where to be found. It was Mark who made 
the first move. His sister was wearing a loose robe with a slit in the 
front. Every time she swept by him, to get coffee of milk or sugar, or to 
serve the eggs, Mark had a good long view on Rita's fine shapely legs. Then 
the robe would sweep closed and the lovely sight of flesh would disappear. 
Finally, as his sister went by him one last time, he grabbed her by the 
wrist and pulled him down in his lap. He was wearing only shorts. 

"Oh, Mark," she moaned, "not now. It's morning." But her brother slipped his 
hands under the lapels of the robe and pulled the thing open. Rita Spencer's 
titties swelled instantly. Their long tanned shapes took on an immediate 
chill, and the big brown nipples and cherry tips brightened with passion. 
"Please," she begged falsely, "please ... not now." 

Mark swallowed up one whole titty. He rubbed the nipple from side to side. 
He caressed the hot points with his tongue. Finally, rubbing his mouth 
muscle up and down along his sister's smooth chest, he told her: "I'm going 
to screw you royal, sis. I'm gonna give you my hot hog just the way you like 
it." He picked her off his lap by the hips and swung her around facing the 
other way. She straddled his thigh with her robe undone and her legs spread 
around his muscular upper leg. She could feel, even through his underwear, 
his big joint rubbing at her spine. He reached both hands around to the 
front of her body, one for her titties, the other for her cunt hole. 

"Here's the beginning, sis," he said, sliding a finger softly up and down 
the slit in her vagina. He spread the labial lips. They were wet and juicy, 
and his finger easily penetrated into the flesh canyon. He worked in and out 
to make sure that the interior cave got a good long probe. Then he pulled 
out his juice covered digit and applied the tip to his sister's left nipple. 
He rubbed with his finger along her mushroom colored cap, one wet finger for 
one titty, one dry finger for the other. "Mmmm," she hummed "I like that, 
honey. That's nice. Really good." 

"See," said Mark, continuing to rub his sister's breasts, "and just a minute 
ago you were saying no." 

"I was saying no," said Rita Spencer, slipping out of her robe, "because I 
was worried about Mom and Dad coming home." She stood naked in front of her 
brother. Her long svelte legs, her smooth pendular titties, her silky blond 
hair all inspired Mark with a gush of erotic energy, beginning in his balls, 
taking shape in his meaty penis. "Sit down," he said. "Bring that wonderful 
ass of yours over here." He was staring at her sweet wet twat hole. "Sit 
down," he repeated himself. 

His sister straddled his leg. She sat down nude, facing him, her big titties 
in exactly the right position for licking. Mark leaned his head between the 
two mammary glands and rubbed his tongue against the larger of them. "Mmmm," 
he hummed, slopping his saliva and his mouth muscle everywhere along the 
smooth tanned flesh. "So supple," he sighed. "So soft. So slick. I love it." 
He capped off the nipple between his lips and tugged. 

"Oh, God," gasped his sister, taking her head between her hands. She clamped 
her legs together around his thigh and pressed her beaver back and forth 
along his leg. "I love it, Mark. I love it." She rolled his head between her 
big pillowy titties. Then she took her hands away from his licking face and 
reached down to his cotton underwear. She stroked the bulge hidden by the 
briefs. His meat was getting larger and fatter while he licked her titties. 

"Get up, sis," he said. "I wanna let you get a feel of the whole thing." She 
spread her legs and stood up, her beaver leaking, her nipples upright and 
erect. Her brother stood up and pulled off his drawers. "Oooh, my God," she 
said, hardly able to contain her joy. "Look at that bone!!" She knelt down 
in front of his hog and sucked it up between her thick lips. "Oh, yes," she 
sighed between strokes at his beef, "I love it." She rubbed her tongue up 
and down the thick meaty shank of the beef steak. She rolled the mushroom 
cap between her wet lips and tongue. She used the tip of her tongue and 
stroked the underside of his joint until it was coated with slick, 
lubricating saliva. She made sure the entire flesh pole was wet and 
slippery. "God fucking damn," grunted her brother, "look at you go, sis! 
You're terrific!" 

Indeed, his sister's mouth action was excellent. His meat was banging in and 
out of young Rita Spencer's face. It slipped and slid in and out of her 
sweet young oral cavity. She used her lips to suck, her tongue to lick, her 
hands to caress, and she coated his entire genitals with delicate oral 
massage action. "I love to suck you off," she told her brother, holding his 
hog in one hand and rubbing the head against the cheek of her face. "I love 
to suck it." She inspected the shiny meat. It glistened in the morning light 
of the kitchen. She looked at the thick ridge on the underside of the meat. 
"Oh, there's a place," she said, "that I missed," and quickly, efficiently, 
she lapped the dry spot on the underside of her brother's hot wet hog. 
"There," she said, finishing off that final stroke, "how's that?" 

'The best ever," said Mark. 

"What now?" asked Rita. She had a big lecherous smile on her face. Her lips 
were wet and shiny. She was ready to do any and all sexual acts that her 
brother might request of her and enjoy. "Where do you want me to lick now?" 

He didn't say anything. He just turned around and bent over. He lifted his 
finger and pointed to his narrow ass crease. Rita laughed to herself and 
ducked her head between his buttocks. In one long stroke she coated the 
inside of his ass crack. She brushed her saliva-wet tongue meat up and down 
between his ass cheeks. She licked and sucked and reamed the hot space. 
Finally, she went down on one buttock with her mouth open and just sucked 
that small space. She even left a small hickey, a heart-shaped little red 
mark on the ass globe. "Mmmm," she smacked her lips, "what a juicy butt you 
have, Mark. I love to eat it." She pulled his ass cheeks open wide. She 
looked down the narrow butt crotch. "I'm gonna get your anus, now, Mark," 
she told him. "Get ready." 

Mark was plenty ready. He couldn't wait for his sister's delectable tongue 
to rub down the interior of his shit hole. He helped her by holding his ass 
crotch wide open. "Go on," he said. "Go ahead and lick." 

Rita pressed her tongue to the inside of Mark's asshole. She used her tongue 
to drill the space, to fill it with hot wet saliva, to penetrate his 
sphincter muscle. The long tube was soon full of tongue muscle. Mark rolled 
his hips and Rita held on to the sides of his legs. She worked her tongue in 
and out of the ream space, filling it and emptying it, filling it again. 
"Mmmm," she hummed, "you're a really nice person to lick out, Mark. I like 
reaming you." She continued eating out his bunghole with all the passion her 
body could supply. Up and down went her tongue, in and out of the shit tube, 
until finally everything was so wet and dripping that Mark cried out: "Oh, 
God! Stop Rita. Stop!!" 

He turned around and fell to his knees across from his sister. He pulled her 
luscious wet lips close to his mouth and filled her face with his long mouth 
muscle. He Frenched her face as long and passionately as she had stuffed her 
tongue up his asshole. He pushed her down on the kitchen floor and rubbed 
his meat against her smooth thigh while he worked his tongue in and out of 
her mouth. She sucked back as hard and as long as he wanted it that way. He 
used his hands to roll her pillowy titties. He kneaded and massaged the soft 
breast flesh, the delectable nipples, the fine cherry red points. He felt 
her head begin to flow, her juice leak from her cunt, and his cock neared 
the site of her vagina. 

"Oh, please," she said, hotter and more feverish than ever, "stick it up my 
pussy hole. Put it inside me. 

Mark slid back a little, down between his sister's supple and comely legs. 
He worked her hips with his hands and rubbed her groin, too. He fondled the 
soft space between the lips of her vagina, and soon he was working a finger 
up against her hot clitoris. Before long the slender little piece of 
interior hair pie was erect and twitching. He rubbed it sever.-; times in a 
row with his long middle digit. He had her hips rolling and rocking with 
delight and building toward ecstasy. He jammed his cock hard against the 
side of her mound, pulled his finger out of her wet juicing twat, and then 
filled the gush space with hot beef steak. 

"Uuuuhh ... ahhhhhh ... oooooh, Mark," she gasped."Please..." 

He smiled and pressed his tongue into her throat His sister spread her 
lovely tanned limbs and wrapped them up around his shoulders. She was on her 
spine with his hefty sex muscle rubbing in her wet cunt hole. He penetrated 
down deep so that his mushroom-headed cock-stick jammed in her back pussy 
canyon. She was all wet flesh, his sister was, and the inside of her body 
was hot and moist, anxious to suck on his joint. He rubbed steadily back and 
forth, the topside of his meaty rod bending against her wet and slippery and 
twitching clitoris. 

"Mmmm, gooooood!" gasped Rita. "Very nice." She rolled her pelvis around and 
around on her brother's hot joint. She worked her body up and down on the 
stick. She dropped her legs, from around his shoulders and pushed upwards 
with her mound. This was she was able to spread her slippery cunt lips 
around the root of his hog. She climbed upwards on the trunk and her pelvis 
went flat, the wet pubic hairs of her vagina rubbing along his own moist 
pubic forest. 

'That's nice," he said, referring to her gyrating flesh. "That's good 
screwing, baby. Just keep that up." He took both hands and applied them to 
the back of her butt. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her ass, rubbed 
his finger up and down along the slot in her moon. 

"Oooh," she begged, "don't stop. Don't fucking stop." 

He jammed one long digit up the tight tube. "You want me to fuck your 
asshole?" he asked his sister Rita. 

"I don't know," she moaned. "Maybe just a little." 

They took the new position, Mark extracting his long wet hog from his 
sister's revolving stimulated pussy, Rita turning over quickly so that he 
could jam his pecker down her willing asshole tube. He shoved hard and fast. 
One super stroke, loaded with power and thrust, filled Rita's soft asshole 
muscle with fresh beef steak. 

"Shit me around!" she exclaimed. "That thing's fucking large!!" 

"Yeah," he said, "and your asshole is nice and tight. A perfect fit." He 
rubbed deep in her anal cavity, shoving his long steady punch stick into her 
body. She rolled her hips and squeezed her tubular shithole muscle around 
and around on his joint. She could feel the hefty meat expanding in her anal 
cavity. His dick was fully sprung and strong as a piece of iron rod. He 
rubbed down deeper than ever before, so far into her that she thought the 
rigid flesh rod would come out of her face. 

"Oooh, Keee-fucking-rist!" she moaned. "That's fucking big!!" She reached 
back and pulled her ass cheeks apart so that there might be a bit more room 
there for her brother's cock. But no matter what she did and no matter how 
she wailed seeking comfort, the plentiful penis flesh continued to plunge 
and irritate her tight asshole. "Take it out," she moaned. "It's too big." 

He pulled back slightly, just to within the confines of the entrance, but he 
didn't pull out all together. He liked the feel of her tight anus muscle 
flexing around his hot joint. Everything was wet and strong, there, and he 
had no intention of giving up the feel of it any sooner than necessary. 
"Come on, sis," he said, "move it a little." 

She rolled her hips and gave her brother the tremendous pleasure of a quick 
flex on his muscle. Her asshole was sore, though, and she could only take a 
little more of such rubbing. "Why don't you fuck my cunt?" she suggested. 
"I'm tired of it in my rump." She lay flat and limp. He reached around and 
grabbed at her box. He located her quim's clit and rubbed it up tight. The 
little flesh button went erect again and longer than usual. "Oh, fuck," she 
grunted, "that's nice." 

She reached one hand down and rubbed her brother's finger in and out of her 
twat space. She went up onto her hands and knees so that he could get a 
better action going in her sap producing hole. The gush began to flow again, 
giving both brother and sister an especially fine sexual rubbing. "I like 
that," moaned Rita. "I like it with your finger on my clitoris." 

Then, finally, Mark pulled his long joint out of his sister's anus. He 
extracted the muscle with one long yank. "Uuuuuh," she grunted, "that's 
something else!" 

"Yeah," said Mark, looking at the runny juice on his pole. "You better suck 
all this shit off before I fuck your cunt again." 

She turned around and took to licking his meat. She spread her tongue up and 
down the meaty muscle. She rubbed her licking mouth muscle into the base of 
his joint and used her fingers to play with his testicles. "Why don't you 
lay down?" she said. "I'll get on top of you." 

Mark spread out as per his sister's request. She was about to climb onto his 
strong young body, but then he said, getting up, "Let's use the bedroom. The 
floor's too fucking hard." 

They made their way to the bedroom, leaving underwear and bathrobe on the 
kitchen floor. In their bedroom, in his sister's bed, Mark took Rita and 
spread her tanned legs. He climbed onto her body with his cock hanging in 
her face, in her spread lips, and his mouth down in her wet hairy beaver. He 
opened up her cunt lips and jammed her full of tongue meat. Before she could 
even think about licking the head of his meat, he'd slammed his crotch 
muscle into her face and had begun banging her mouth. His long sexual organ 
penetrated into her throat. She'd have gagged, had she thought about what 
was happening, but the meat filled her face too quickly. Her sucking lips 
went right to work sealing up the slippery wet penis flesh. 

"Ahhh, good," said Mark, sticking his tongue deep in her sister's cunt. He 
loved the taste of hot gush, and his sister's clit juice was especially 
sweet. After all, she was only sixteen. He rubbed his long tongue muscle in 
and out of the hairy wet hole. He coated the lips of her vagina with long 
strokes, and he used short, poking licks from his tongue on her clitoris. 
Soon she was rocking and rolling in his face. 

"I want this muscle," she told him, holding his joint out of her face, "in 
my cunt. Put it in me, Mark. Fuck me with it." 

Mark was obligated to help out his sister. He pulled his body around and 
landed his joint in her pussy. He pressed his mouth muscle down her throat, 
and he rubbed his rubbery wet phallus in and out of her pussy slot. "Mmmm, 
yes," she creamed, "that's the way. I love it like that." 

He screwed her down to the bed. Her legs automatically spread and lifted. 
Her feet dangled above the back of his body. His long joint filled her sweet 
cunt hole. "It's good," she said, rolling her hips. "It's really fucking 
good." She reached down and under and pressed her fingers against his balls. 
Her brother was screwing her just the way she loved it. His meat was way 
down deep inside her body. He stroked her perfectly, in and out in a sliding 
motion that she could only love. There was a slopping noise because of the 
terrific amount of greasy wet flesh involved. His pecker went rubbing in the 
sweet lubricant and hot sex flesh. "Oooh, yeah," she grunted, rubbing her 
cunt up and down the trunk of his organ, "that's so fucking nice." 

He felt long delicious muscles roll around on the shaft of his meat. He felt 
her long pussy chamber begin to sweat sweet ooze. He could feel her supple 
flesh getting to chill with orgasmic delight. She shivered as his terrific 
powerhouse rod jammed up and down in her hot oozing hole. 

Perhaps it was because Rita was young, or perhaps it was because she was 
such a fine piece of ass, but her brother was enjoying every minute of her 
hot flesh, every stroke inside her cunt chamber. Each shot down the tunnel 
of love gave him terrific pleasure. He could feel her pulsing begin to 
mount, to accelerate into an uncalculated and natural rhythm. She was 
orgasmic with his fresh rigid flesh rod inside her bodily tube. 

"Ahhhhh," she groaned, "there it is. That's the fuck. Oooooh, yes!" He 
pumped her hard, then, and gave her all the fucking she could possibly need 
in order to get off. She rolled around, up and down and back and forth, 
taking in all of the hot muscle he had to give her. "I love it," she moaned, 
closing her eyes and suddenly going limp. "It was good." 

She'd spent her climax. She was done. Mark, however, had not yet come. 
"Hey," he said, "you're finished?" 

"I'm tired," she told her brother. "Can you wait a minute?" 

He smiled. "Why don't you just suck me off?" "Sure," she said. She waited 
for him to arrange himself in her face. She could barely move. She was 
gasping for breath to catch up with her post-orgasmic tired body. Mark came 
up to her face and stuffed his joint down her open lips. He gave her all of 
his hot hog at once. She wrapped her wet young lips around the shaft and 
pulled. A few strokes later her face filled with his hot semen juice. She 
swallowed quickly and not one drop of his spouting come escaped her face. 
She got it all down into her belly. 

Mark pulled his rubbery spent meat out of his sister's licking mouth. She 
continued to work on his joint, however, rubbing with her tongue, making 
sure that there was no juice left over. She caressed the base of his thick 
shaft and even licked his scrotum. "There," she said, laying back, "wasn't 
that just terrific?" 

"You're telling me," said her brother. "I loved it. Every lick of it, every 
suck. You're the best, sis. Better than any other pussy or mouth I ever 
fucked." He smiled and lay back to rest for a while. 

After a minute or two Rita asked her brother: "Who was the first girl you 
ever fucked?" She stroked his penis to insure the possibility of a good 
answer. She didn't want her brother to lie to her. She wanted to know who he 
had balled before her. She was acting not like a sister but like a typical 
woman. 'Tell me about it, Mark," she said. "I want to know who you first 
screwed and how it was for you." She continued to roll his wet penis between 
her fingers. 

"Well," he said, "let's see." He placed one hand on his sister's smooth 
tanned thigh and stroked it lightly while he tried to think back. "There was 
this really fine little girl in tenth grade. Her name was Claire. She was 
the first one. She had the best legs I'd ever seen, and her flesh was as 
pink as a plastic baby doll's skin. She used to giggle and laugh about just 
about anything, and I liked that. She had neat brown eyes and a pixie 
haircut. She was sweet kid. I liked fucking her. That was my first time." 

"Was it easy?" asked his sister, continuing to roll his hog between her 
fingers. 

"Easy? What do you mean, 'easy'?" 

"I mean did you have trouble getting it in her or anything?" She smiled 
waiting for her brother to answer as she played with his firming joint. 

"Oh, yeah, I see. No, it was hard. I mean it was difficult. It took a year 
to get her to do it and then I didn't even get my cock all the way inside 
her. I came in her bush. But the next time was nice. Really nice. She had a 
nice soft tube. I liked that. It was all hot and wet. But you know what?" 

"What?" asked Rita. "You didn't like her after that?" 

"Oh, no," said Mark. "I liked her a lot after that. But we just couldn't get 
a good place to do it." "Where'd you fuck her the first time?" asked his 
sister. 

"In the car. You remember that old station wagon? Dad used to let me take 
that car out and I fucked Claire in that thing. In the front seat. On a 
hill. It was a sloppy mess. I ended up with my hand on the horn just after 
we did it, and the neighbors came out and saw the windshield all fogged up. 
and there was Claire and I all wet and hot and fucked. What a mess." 

"But she had nice legs, eh?" asked Mark's sister. "Nicer than mine?" 

"Impossible," said Mark. He stroked his sister's loins. "You have the nicest 
legs possible. They're so soft." 

"What about my tits?" 

"Those are the biggest in the world," said Mark. "I love big titties." He 
rolled over on top of his sister's heated blushing body. He slapped his 
tongue against one nipple and playfully rubbed it. "Mmmm," he smacked his 
lips afterwards, "that's such a nice little nipple. I like that." He tweaked 
the hot titty tip with two fingers. "You like it when I do that?" he asked 
his sister. 

"It tickles," she said, "but when we're really hot, it's super." She smiled 
and reached down between his legs. There she found his fully erect joint. 
The meat was tough as steel and ready to be used. She took it by the shaft 
and jammed the head between her open twat lips. She pressed the heart-shaped 
mushroom tip against the ceiling of her cunt hole where her clit awaited the 
feel of her brother's magic wand. "Come on," she moaned into his ear, "fuck 
me again." 

He jammed his long meat, and in one tight stroke took on her whole twat. The 
flesh lips separated and grabbed up at the root of his penetrating muscle. 
The insides of her flesh cave grabbed like a sphincter muscle and gripped on 
his rod. "I want to fuck you the way Claire did," she purred. "Good and 
hard." He continued, ignoring her obvious lusty and jealous behavior, and 
rammed his meat down into her spine. "Uuuuuhh," she grunted, "that's so 
fucking good." He rolled his long hard dick flesh in her cunt hole. The gush 
from her previous orgasm lubricated and made everything slimy, greasy, wet. 
He slopped in and out of the hole, screwing her hard and fast. His bounce on 
her belly made her wail with delight, and the pressure of his meaty organ 
filling her up, screwing her down to the bed, made her screech with 
obscenities: "Fuck me hard, Mark. Fuck me like you fucked her, really hard. 
Fuck me up the twat. I love it. I always wanted to fuck you, even though 
you're my brother. I really did." She draped her hands around the back of 
his butt and pulled his ass down close between her legs. His streaming flesh 
pressed deep in her body. "Ahhhhh," she sighed, "that's good and hard. 
Really good and wet and hard." 

He began to pulse. A second later the feel of her clit rubbing against the 
head of his meat, and the feel of her interior flesh grabbing around the 
shaft of his rock-hard phallus combined together to make him squirt out 
another load of hot pudding. Way down deep went the come, filling her up, 
puddling in the back chamber of her cunt space. 

"Oooh, God," moaned his sister, "I love your juice inside me." She rocked 
her hips and scooped off as much of his throbbing pecker as he was willing 
to leave inside her. She jammed all around the fresh juice and spilled some 
of her own hot gush into the stew. "Yeah," she sighed. "This is the way to 
fuck." 

Both their bodies were wet and slippery, sweaty with passion. Mark hammered 
away inside his sister's wet crotch hole and before long he was finished 
juicing inside her body. She smiled with ecstasy and he pulled his long 
penis, dripping wet, out of her tube. "Look at that, sis," he said, "it's 
all juicy." 

She smiled and spread her mouth wide for the licking she knew he would enjoy 
as part of their post-orgasmic bliss. She wrapped her tongue around his hog 
and licked him clean. She sucked up the head with her lips and her mouth and 
cleaned his perfectly righteous cock machine. She sucked up his scrotal 
sack, too, making sure to kiss and clean the hot nut nest in the same 
fastidious manner in which she'd done his beef steak. Then she lay back. 

They both heard their parents' car at the same time. They made a mad dash 
for clothes and bedding, putting themselves and their bedroom back together. 
As Mr. and Mrs. Spencer came walking up the driveway, Mark was sitting on 
his bed reading, and his sister was relaxing with a bottle of nail polish. 
Nothing could be more natural. While Rita painted her toe nails, Mark 
pretended to read. 

"Something's wrong," he said suddenly. "We forgot something." 

"What?" she asked, continuing to paint her nails. "What could we have 
forgotten? I sucked you, you ate me, we fucked a couple of times. What could 
we have possibly forgotten?" 

"No, dummy," he said. "We forgot to clean up something. I can feel it." 

Their parents were nearing the front porch. "I don't know what it is," said 
Mark, "but if I don't think quick, you better start praying." He went over 
in his mind everything that he and his sister had done in the way of sex 
since the beginning of the morning. Then he realized. 

He jumped out of bed and made a mad dash for the kitchen. There on the floor 
was the evidence of his incest with his sister: his underwear and her robe. 
It would have been perfectly obvious to his parents and to any even casual 
observer that a man and a woman had undressed there. He scooped the clothing 
off the floor and dashed out of the kitchen just as the front door opened. 
"I wonder where the kids are?" Mark heard his father say. "Did you tell them 
we were going out?" 

Mark was back in his bedroom with his sister. He stashed the robe and 
underwear under his bed and settled back with his book. He stared into the 
pages hoping that his parents wouldn't notice his blush. Rita merely 
continued to paint her nails. 

"Hello," hollered Mrs. Spencer. "We're home!" 

"Oh, God," moaned Mark to himself. "That was close." He rolled over and 
pretended to be napping when his parents came in to say hello. 

V 

The following afternoon, Mr. Spencer took his daughter, supposedly, to see a 
movie. It was the weekend, and he used the excuse of not having spent much 
time recently, on an individual basis, with his family, to get Rita out of 
the house. But once they'd backed the car out of the driveway, and once they 
were well on their way down the street, Rita slid over next to her father 
and said: Tm hoping you're thinking the same thing I'm thinking, Daddy." She 
stroked his thigh as she said this. 

"Couldn't be any closer to the truth, my little darling." He took her sweet 
young hand and rubbed it up against his already bulging crotch. "Now we just 
have to find a good place to go and do it, eh?" 

"In the car is alright with me," said Rita. While her father drove she undid 
his pants buckle and pulled down the zipper on his pants. She slid his 
trousers and underwear down around his feet, which meant handling the car 
was a little more difficult than usual, but Mr. Spencer was willing to put 
up with that inconvenience in exchange for his daughter's sweet lips wrapped 
around the head of his meat. It was a task which Rita quickly and 
efficiently applied herself to. "Mmmmm," she hummed, tonguing the head of 
her father's joint. "It's been so long." She licked the heart-shaped muscle 
head and worked her tongue down the stiffening fat shaft. Her father drove 
the car up the ramp way onto the freeway. "We're going to a little motel I 
know," he said. "I think you'll like it." 

Rita continued to suck on her father's hog. He was driving at about sixty 
miles an hour while his daughter lay across, the front seat of the car with 
her mouth wrapped around and sucking on his joint. "Mmmm," she creamed, 
happy to have the paternal beef steak rubbing in her face, "I love it." She 
used her tongue to lick and suck on the powerful flesh sword. 

"O.k.," said her father, "we're getting pretty close to the motel. "You 
better cool it." They took the next off ramp and Rita sat up straight. They 
pulled over just before the motel so that Mr. Spencer could pull his pants 
up over his boner. He tucked everything in, wishing that she could finish 
him off right then. But knowing that soon they'd be in the comfort of the 
motel bed, he put off the wish. "O.k.," he said "let's go." He threw the car 
back into gear and they pulled into the motel. He requested a particular 
room and Mr. Spencer and his comely teenage daughter checked in. 

In the room Mr. Spencer explained to Rita as he undressed: "Many years ago 
your mother and I came here to consummate our love relationship. That's why 
it's one of my favorite places." He pulled off his pants. His meat, though 
not fully erect still, was quite stiff. He took off his shrit. His daughter 
also undressed. She loved to see his big broad shoulders and his hairy 
chest, but most of all she loved the sight of her father's erect flesh 
prong. She smiled and knelt down across from him. "Come over here," she 
said, shaking her boobies, "and let me suck on that." They were both naked 
and ready for sex. 

Mr. Spencer paused, hesitated a moment before going to where his young 
daughter kneeled. He wanted to take in her lovely shape. Her smooth pendular 
titties, her comely thighs, her supple belly and her fine wide lips. He 
loved the sight of her naked and on her knees. "You look like your mother," 
he said, "so pretty, so willing." 

She smiled back at him. "Thank you, Daddy. I like you, too." 

He came over in front of her. She was tall enough, on her knees, that her 
mouth was at just the right height for his joint. He pushed forward and she 
used her hands to rub the stiff muscle into her face. 

"Good," said Rita's father. "That's the way to give your Daddy head." He 
watched his daughter rub his joint between her thick wet lips. She used her 
hands to wrap around his base. The fat hog was fully buried in her face. The 
head of the meat was at the back of her hot wet throat. Her lovely lips were 
sucking and smacking around the thick stem. "Mmmm," she hummed, "really 
good." 

Mr. Spencer hitched his hips back and thrust forward. His cock shot into the 
back of sweet Rita's face. "Uuuuhhh," she grunted, but she used her lips and 
her tongue to grind down on the wet sex muscle. She rolled her tongue across 
the top and managed to get a good hold with her mouth. It wasn't so bad as 
she'd thought it was going to be. 

"Nice," said Mr. Spencer, taking his daughter's head in his hands. "That's 
the way to roll you face." He pushed her mouth back and forth and guided her 
on his hog by rolling her head. "You just keep up the good work, baby doll, 
and you'll have me ready to fuck that sweet hole of yours in a couple of 
minutes." He jammed in hard and Rita took the brunt of his huge long and 
powerful thrust with everything she had. She licked, sucked and curled 
around the cock muscle. She used her hands to play with her father's rear 
end. "Nice," he said again, blushing in his crotch, "that's good." 

Then he extracted his meat. He pulled the beef steak injection out of her 
mouth and told her to get up on the bed on her belly. He wanted to lick out 
her sweet little bunghole. She did as he said and a moment later she was up 
on hands and knees with Mr. Spencer's hot hard hog running along her supple 
leg, his long wet tongue brushing between her sweet as candy moon globes. 
"Oooh," she sighed, "yes, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes!" 

He licked her butt crack, and then he sloshed his tongue down her anal tube. 
"You know what I want?" she said while her father reamed out her asshole. "I 
want you to come all over my body, Daddy. I want you to squirt that hot jism 
in my face and on my titties." 

"Sure," said her father. "Why not?" He pulled his face out of her ass crotch 
and showed Rita, who had turned over, his bulging prick. "Go on," he said, 
"suck and pull on it. I'll come in your face." 

She smiled and took hold of his joint by the thick meaty base. She didn't 
have to suck very much before her father's hot meat began to pulse. She 
pulled the hot penis out of her face and watched it start squirting. The 
muscle contracted several times in a row, and all the jism went shooting 
like a roman candle on her face and titties. One squirt after another 
splattered on her slick tanned flesh. She let go of the spent meat and 
rubbed the jism around on her belly, on her big boobies, on her face cheeks. 
What was available from her dripping lips, she licked up with her tongue. 
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed, "I love this hot pudding on me." 

He smiled and lay down on top of her. His chest rubbed the come around on 
her tits. He kissed her come covered face and rubbed his mouth muscle deep 
into her throat. She kissed back long and hard and rubbed her slimy body 
against his muscular flesh. "Mmmm," she said, pushing him up and over onto 
his back, "I want to kiss you. You just lay back, Pop, and I'll take care of 
everything." 

He stretched out as per his daughter's delightful instructions. He showed 
her his joint and his crotch by spreading his legs wide. She landed her 
mouth on one of his legs and sucked at the fresh flesh. She scattered small 
kisses up and down on his loins and quickly arrived at his meat. She slurped 
up what remained of his previous orgasmic come, and then she sucked 
momentarily on the head. She used her tongue to coat it with saliva. 

From there she traveled downwards, into his crotch. She located and 
supported his nut nest with her small but agile fingers. She used her mouth 
and tongue to lick and suck on the nuts of love. She pressed her face into 
the area under his genitals and he pulled up his hips. She could get to his 
asshole, then, and she took advantage of the fabulous opportunity. She 
drilled her father's bunghole with her long wet and delicious tongue. 

Rita's mouth muscle was narrow enough, well enough lubricated, that with 
little enough effort she could force her way up her father's anus. Soon he'd 
rolled over to give her the best possible angle, and he'd come to his hands 
and knees. He spread out his buttocks and she was able to fully penetrate, 
with her young, snake-like mouth muscle, his open sphincter. She filled his 
ass tube with her long wet tongue. 

"Good," he told her. "Really fucking fine." 

His daughter continued on her pleasure mission. She coiled her tongue in her 
father's asshole. She brushed along between his hairy wet ass cheeks. Soon 
she'd coated his buttock crack and the cheeks, too. "Good," he said, "I love 
it, Rita." He started to move away. 

"What's the matter, Dad?" asked Rita. "Isn't it nice enough?" 

"Oh, no," said her father, "I just have to take a leak. I'll be right back." 

Rita watched her father head for the motel bathroom. "Hey, Pop," she said, 
"wait a second." 

She climbed up off the bed and ran to his side. On the way, Mr. Spencer 
couldn't help but enjoy the sight of his daughter's sweet brown breasts 
bouncing up and down, her smooth belly rolling and her supple legs 
shimmering. She arrived next to him, next to the entrance to the John. "I 
wonder if maybe you would try something, Dad?" she asked. 

"Sure, but in a minute," he said. "First let me go to the bathroom." 

"But then," she protested, not looking him in the eye, "it'll be too late." 

"What?" hesitated Mr. Spender. "Oh," he said next, recognizing what she 
wanted. "Are you sure that's what you'd like?" 

"Yes," she said. "I'm sure." 

She led the way into the motel bathroom. She sat down on a mat in the 
shower. "Here," she said, spreading her legs out, "go ahead now." 

She slipped a digit into her cunt and manipulated her clitoris. She wiggled 
her pussy lips open and worked her finger in and out. "Anytime, now, Dad," 
she said. "Go ahead and piss." 

Mr. Spencer stood up above his desirable daughter. She had her legs spread 
wide and her titties were open. He could urinate all up and down her body, 
which was, apparently, what she wanted just then. He took aim and said: 
"Ready?" 

"Ready!" she exclaimed, tugging on her cunt muscle. "Go ahead and piss on 
me!" 

He began to urinate. The fluid poured down in a steady gush onto her titties 
and down her belly. It splashed on her thighs and along her loins. It went 
spraying on her legs and ankles, all within the confines of the shower 
floor. He sprayed her just about everywhere, except on her face. She used 
one hand to rub the stuff around on her body, saying as she did, "I love the 
feel of that hot liquid. I never did this before," she used her other hand 
to continue to work on her highly aroused clitoris. "Mmmm," she hummed, as 
her father finished peeing on her, "I don't think I'm gonna come, but it 
sure is nice." She smiled and stood up. "I better take a quick shower," she 
said. 

"Yes," said her father, watching her still rubbing the urine into her tanned 
belly, "and make it a good one, too. I have a lot of sex left in me today, 
and I don't want to smell piss on you." 

She smiled and turned on the hot water. She soaped up her smooth tanned 
body. She was in a rare mood. She was willing to try everything. She even 
considered asking her father to shit on her chest or face, but she thought 
that would be too much, and awfully smelly, too. She would save that for 
some other time. But she continued to feel aroused and ready for just about 
everything. So she was sure to soap herself thoroughly a couple of times, 
and then to put some of the soft suds in her asshole, to make sure that part 
of her body was well lubed in case her father wanted to fuck her anus. 

Finally, she rinsed all the other suds off her body and brought the towel 
into the main room of the motel suite, there to dry her freshly cleaned 
young body. "That was nice," she said, scrubbing her hair dry. Her titties 
bounced and shook as she rubbed her head. She had the skin of a slick tanned 
mermaid. Mr. Spencer loved the look of his lovely daughter's sweet damp 
flesh. "Bring it over here," he told her. "I'll dry you off." 

She came over to the bed and lay down. He took the towel in one hand and 
started, naturally, with Rita's big pendular tits. He dried one and then the 
other. To do so he used patting motions with his hand inside the soft 
terrycloth. He rubbed each mammary dry by patting them. Then he did her 
smooth belly. He rubbed and patted her stomach dry. From there he went to 
her loins. He dried her off there, not spending too much time getting her 
cunt dry-he wanted her vagina plenty wet, as a matter of fact-and dried off 
her long smooth legs. "There you go," he said, tossing the towel aside. 
"Clean and dry, just like my little baby girl." 

She smiled, gave her father a sexy look, and he pressed his mouth down 
around her open lips. He filled her face with his tongue and she French 
kissed him back. He climbed around, holding the kiss position, and landed 
between her legs. His long hungry joint went circling around next to her 
gush-ready vagina. Soon he slipped just the tip of his mushroom hog into the 
sap-producing space. There was plenty of ooze there already. 

"Nice," he sighed, "really fucking nice." He went the rest of the way down 
the narrow pussy channel. He rubbed between the slippery pieces of twat 
flesh. The hole was greasy and slid back and forth with every move of his 
daughter's subtle hips. He had exactly what he wanted, his cock in her cunt, 
his mouth eating at one of her titties. "Nice," he said, taking a quick 
breath, and then he returned to rubbing his tongue and lips up and down the 
hillside of her mammoth, pillowy tit. 

"Oh, fuck," she cried out. "I love your meat in me, Pop. It's so fucking fat 
and bony." She rolled her hips and began to gyrate on his hefty flesh prong. 
It must be remembered that Mr. Spencer's meat was extraordinarily large and 
that his daughter's sweet twat space was especially tight and full of good 
gripping slippery muscle. It was a good solid fit with a long sliding feel 
to it. "Fuck me hard, Daddy," she moaned. "Make me come." 

He rubbed his long beef steak in and out of her sweet hole. He used his 
jumbo sized meat to make his daughter as sexually gratified as he could. 
Soon their bellies were smacking like applause. He rubbed his meat in and 
out of her pussy hole as fast as their bodies would permit. His daughter's 
smooth heated flesh was added inspiration for his active screw job in her 
flesh well. 

"Mmmm," she began to hum, singing with passionate ecstasy in every note of 
her voice, "I love to fuck you, Daddy. It's so good a screw, I can't fucking 
believe it." She reached her hands down around his buttocks. Her palms 
cupped his hairy butt cheeks. She pulled his swinging, swaying body down 
into her wet young crotch. His giant meat penetrated and planted her cunt 
even better than before. "Ahhhhh, yes," she creamed, "good." 

He could feel Rita's hot twitching clit rubbing against the head of his 
phallus. It was slippery, and so was his meat. The inside of her sweltering 
tube was jamming up against his cock, begging for the final come spray. He 
let go of his former constraint and tacked her down hard. His meat began to 
jam. 

"Ahhh," she cooed, "I can feel that muscle work-mg. 

"Is it good?" he asked her. "You like that, Rita my darling?" 

"I love it, Dad," she said, climbing his truck for more. "Give it to me 
really hard." 

She rolled her hips on his wet driving muscle. The last plunge was the best. 
The come went slamming into the back wall of her most remote channel cavity. 
He gave her all the hot meat he possibly could. She rolled around in 
ecstasy, tacked to the motel bed by her father's ejaculating penis. "Mmmm," 
she hummed and creamed on his gooey cock muscle, "that's the way to do it." 
She gushed in ecstasy all around his fat beef. His joint was the source of 
her great pleasure, and it made all the difference in the world that he was 
her father: it made her feel she could conquer any man, anywhere, and this, 
along with her physical ecstasy, gave young Rita Spencer a tremendous 
emotional feeling of confidence: "I love you, Daddy," she said. "I love your 
penis. I love having it inside me, and I love coming all over you." 

He pulled the flesh injection out of her long smooth twat hole. He looked at 
the thing dripping between his legs. His daughter knew immediately what to 
do. She leaned down between Mr. Spencer's hot thighs and rubbed his joint 
between her sweet wet lips. She spread her mouth out around the head of the 
big dick and swallowed down the ooze. "Oooh, yeah," gasped Mr. Spencer, 
"that's just right, kiddo. That's just the way to do it." He watched her 
work between his legs. His meaty phallus disappeared up into her steaming 
wet oral cavity. She hungered to have the meaty flesh prong as deep in her 
mouth as possible. So she applied her hands to the backs of his ass cheeks 
and pressed his hearty crotch against her face. Her lips landed in his pubic 
forest, his entire meat within the sweet wet walls of her mouth canyon. 
"Mmmm," she hummed, "yum, yum, yum." 

Mr. Spencer pulled his long flesh sword, clean and glistening, out of his 
daughter's face. It was no longer as firm as it was before, but it was shiny 
with a fresh coating of her greasy saliva. He lay back so that he could rest 
for a moment, just to think about how fortunate he was to have had the 
opportunity to plunge his hot cock in her cunt and face. 

"Would you like to use my butt for a while?" asked his daughter. 

"I don't know," he said, still catching his breath from the previous fuck. 
"Maybe in a little while." 

"I greased it with the bar of soap while I showered before," she told him. 
"Wouldn't that make it especially nice?" 

"I guess it would," said her father. Mr. Spencer was honestly tired, but the 
opportunity to go fucking around in his daughter's splendid little asshole 
cave inspired him with a new surge of sexual energy. 

"I'll just rub up and down on your meat a little," she told him, "and when 
you're ready you can tell me." She smiled and arranged herself between his 
raised knees. She bowed down above his meat and let her smooth pillowy 
tanned breasts rub on either side of his hot pecker. She grazed along next 
to his stiffening prick. Her titties took care of getting him hard fast. 
Before long his poker was as big and shiny and stiff as it had ever been. It 
would have been difficult to tell that the man had already had two 
magnificent orgasms that same hour. His jumbo cock was up and ready to go. 
"It looks big already," she said, kissing his belly tenderly. "Are you 
getting hot, Daddy?" 

"You might say that," said Mr. Spencer. "What do you think?" 

She smiled. "I try not to," she said. "I just like a good hot penis. And 
since your my father, I like yours the best." She replaced her titties with 
her tongue. She rubbed up and down the fat phallus with her narrow wet 
tongue muscle. She scrubbed the thing, ground it with her wet tongue. She 
sucked long and hard, and another minute later Mr. Spencer was telling his 
daughter to lay down so that he could plunge his meat up her hefty little 
rump. "Go on," he said, "you just get comfortable and tell me when you're 
ready now." 

She spread herself out on her belly and waved her asshole in the air. "I 
think I'm pretty damn ready," she said to her father, looking between her 
legs. "Think you can get it in there?" 

He slid a finger up her butt-hole. "I could get an elephant prick in here if 
I had to," he said. "You just reach back and hold your anus open, honey. 
I'll take care of everything else." 

She reached back and cupped her buttocks with the palms of her hands. She 
held her tube up for inspection. He withdrew his digit, the one that had 
first penetrated the lovely little tube, and he replaced it with the head of 
his meaty joint. He slammed forward and the first thrust rocked Rita 

Spencer downward, flat on her belly. She'd been previously resting her 
weight on her head and knees, but now she was completely flat. 

"Oh, God, no," she moaned, "that's too fucking much. I didn't remember 
right, Daddy. Please, slow down. Please, stop!" 

But it was little or no use trying to get Mr. Spencer to pull his flesh 
prong out of his daughter's asshole tube. He had just landed, with one long 
powerful stroke, into her rump, and the feel of the flexing anus muscle, as 
tight as a small flesh rubber band, working his joint toward instant orgasm, 
was too tempting to give up just because his daughter was wailing away. So 
he kept his long meat stuffed in her rump. Rita moaned and groaned, all to 
no avail. She flogged her butt back and forth, let loose of her cheeks with 
her hands, but nothing helped. Her father was enjoying himself entirely too 
much during this particular bare-back ride in order to let go of the 
ecstatic feel just now. He grabbed her around the neck and forced her down 
against the sheets, and he grabbed her around the waist so that he could 
pull her butt into his crotch as much or as little as suited his massive 
pecker. "Just another minute more, darling," he told Rita, "and your father 
will be all done fucking your asshole. Just another minute .. . more!" 

With that he flooded her shit tube. He let go of the terrific pool of jam. 
He sloshed around between the back of her colon and her sphincter muscle. He 
really plowed into her much harder than she'd ever thought she could take. 
"Uuuuhhh," she grunted, but his ecstasy was nearing its end, and she knew 
that then he would pull out. 

Sure enough, Mr. Spencer made one last thrust and then jerked his rod out of 
his daughter's tender asshole. "That soap," he told her, "was a good idea. 
That's really using your head." He smiled and flopped back on his back. "I 
liked that, sweetheart. That was good." 

Rita lay on her belly trying to catch her breath, wondering when the ache in 
her spread butt tube would ever cease throbbing. She felt like someone had 
pulled her inside out, starting at her sphincter muscle. She smiled though, 
because the fuck was over. She'd given her father an orgasm with every 
orifice of her body. 

VI 

While Rita and her father were getting their rocks off at the motel room, 
Mrs. Spencer and he son Mark were having some fun of their own. Marl; had 
slept late that morning, even into the afternoon, and he was laying in bed 
fantasizing about his mother and his sister, alternately, occasionally 
adding an image or two of some other women he knew from Dover City High. He 
couldn't help but get a bone on, though, when his mother came into his room 
and sat down next to him on his bed. 

"Darling," she said, "I'm glad we have the house to ourselves." 

Mark smiled. "Me, too. Nothing like a little peace and quiet, you know." 

"Yeah," said Mrs. Spencer. Her hand reached out along the sheets where her 
son's legs were spread. She kneaded the flesh of his thigh. "You know," she 
said, "it's been a while since we've been alone together." 

"Certainly has," said Mark, closing his eyes and enjoying his mother's 
sensuous touch. "I wonder where Dad and Rita went." 

'To a movie," said Mrs. Spencer. She rubbed closer to Mark's crotch. "But 
let's not think about them just now. You and I have things to, shall we say, 
talk about?" She smiled and leaned close to her son's face. She spread her 
lips and pressed her mouth close to his. Her tongue drove down into his oral 
cavity. "Mmmm," she cooed, "good." She pulled up and away from him but Mark 
couldn't help but notice his mother's smooth titties, her fine tanned chest 
and the erect nipples on her boobies. "Mom," he said, "do you think it's 
right that we do what we've been doing?" 

"Right or wrong," she said, caressing his crotch muscle directly, "what's 
important is how we feel about each other." She stroked his meaty prick 
which was bulging under the sheets. "And I know for sure that I feel awfully 
good about you." She attacked his covered meat with both hands. 

"Yeah," said Mark, the blood rushing up into his face, "I think I feel the 
same way about you, too, Mom." He watched his mother's hands knead the lump 
between his legs. "That's really something," he told her. His mother milked 
his covered rod. She jerked and tugged, mildly, wrenching his muscle 
upwards. 

"Oooh," she sighed, "it's big and bony already, darling. Let me play with 
it." She lifted her hands and pulled the sheets back. There between her 
son's legs was the object of her incredibly lusty desires. "Oh, God," she 
gasped at first sight of the strong and thick muscle, "look at that thing." 
She pressed her hands around the flesh, around the real thing. "Oh, good," 
she said, kneading the base of the muscle and adjusting her soft grip. Her 
fingers curled and uncurled and re-curled again. "I love it," she cooed. "So 
fat, so strong, so firm-what a penis you have, son! I love it." 

She descended on the joint with her thick wet lips spread wide. She capped 
off the head with her long wet tongue. She stroked around the hearty prick 
head. "It's tender," she said, lifting her face from her boy's joint. "And 
it's rigid! I like it." She went back down and licked up and along the stiff 
rod. "It's so tasty. I could eat it all day long." 

"Gee, thanks, Mom," said Mark. "No one ever said such nice things about my 
penis." 

"You believe your mother," said Mrs. Spencer sitting up with the prick still 
between her hands, "a great many women will be falling in love with that 
joint. It's so handsome! I just can't believe how lucky we are to be able to 
use it whenever we like." Her face blushed crimson. She wanted to sit on her 
son's joint right then and there. "Would you mind, son, if I climbed into 
bed with you right this minute?" 

"Hell no," said Mark. "I'd like it." He smiled and winked at his mother. 

She stood up off his bed and undressed. He watched her carefully. Her big 
luscious tits hung down just waiting for his hot mouth to go licking and 
sucking on them. Her cunt was open and oozing even before she touched him 
again. And her smooth ample thighs were heated and feverish, covered with a 
fresh crop of goose bumps. 

"Boy oh boy," sighed Mark, "if the guys at Dover City could see me now 
they'd really think something else, eh?" 

She smiled. "I imagine they would." Only Mark didn't know why his mother was 
smiling that way. She had slept with no less than three of Mark's friends 
from Dover High. They were strong young men, like himself, on the football 
team. They had big powerful meats and the occasions had been several and 
varied. One time a fellow came looking for Mark's sister and Mrs. Spencer 
had managed to seduce and fuck the young athlete before Rita arrived home. 
Another boy from Dover High had come calling on Mark, as arranged. Only Mark 
hadn't shown up on time, so Mrs. Spencer took advantage of the youngster's 
fresh young hot cock. She fucked his brains out. The third was a neighbor's 
son, and Mrs. Spencer had thought nothing of going over to his house on a 
day when she knew that the boy's parents were not home. She'd screwed and 
sucked him off from time to time since then, too, whenever her son and her 
husband were not available. So she smiled at big wide grin when her son said 
that his friends would really be interested to know that she was fucking her 
own son. 

Then she leaned down, naked, and joined her son in his bed. She spread her 
legs around his hips and let her titties rub against his chest. She kissed 
him long and hard on the mouth. She used her hands to hold his face the way 
she liked it, and stroked in and out of his mouth with her tongue. She 
rubbed her wet snatch up and down along his thigh at the same time. "Mmmm," 
she hummed, "I love to kiss you, darling. You're so young and fresh. And you 
have a nice big hot hard-on, already, too." She looked down at his meat 
which was caressing her legs when she moved on his body. "I love a big 
joint," she sighed. "Nothing makes me happier." 

"Would you like to sit on it, Mom?" he asked. 

"Oh, yes, son," she said. "That's a good way to start off." She giggled to 
herself as she sat up in order to be able to crouch over her son's hefty red 
prick. "It's nice and stiff," she said, taking the base for a handle with 
which she aimed the head between her pussy lips. "You tell me if I go too 
hard, Mark." 

She slid the hot pecker up into her wet cunt hole. The joint rode smoothly 
up the distance of her crotch space. The wet ooze dripped down along Mark's 
rod and made the initial thrill of entrance into his mother's hot cunt all 
that much better. "Ahhhhh," he sighed as she settled down on his meat, 
"that's so fine!" 

"Now," she said, "tell me if you can feel this." A look of concentration 
came over Mrs. Spencer's face. 

"Oh, yeah," said Mark. "That's nice." What he felt was his mother's long 
experienced muscles squeezing and milking his stiff pecker. "How do you do 
that?" he asked. 

"It's easy," she said. "Here, I'll do it again." Again she concentrated and 
again Mark felt that old familiar slushing of good slippery twat muscle 
contracting and kneading the flesh of his horny prick. The rub started down 
deep, around his shaft and worked up to the tip, deep in his mother's hole. 
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Terrific!" 

She reached down and picked up his hands. "Squeeze my boobs while I sit on 
your penis," she suggested. 

He allowed her to place his hands on her chest. 

She arranged his palms on her nipples and pushed his fingers into the 
pillowy soft flesh of her tanned boobs. "I like that," she said, letting go 
and resting her own hands on his chest, between his arms and on his manly 
nipples. "I like that a lot." 

Mark squeezed and rubbed his mother's titties. He made sure, also, to rub 
the caps of her nipples. He tweaked the titty tips and tugged lightly on 
them. His mother began to rock to and fro on his long penis. 'That's the 
way, Mom," he encouraged her. "I like it when you slide up and down on it." 

His mother smiled, but it was plain she wasn't seeing him. She was already 
on her way into sexual oblivion. She pumped down around his joint and used 
the terrific muscles of her cunt to roll up and around his cock. She shifted 
her weight and pulled his mighty joint up and down. She rode him like a 
jockey on a horse, leaning close, close to his mouth and his face and his 
chest, with her titties rubbing and pressing against his manly nipples, her 
hands around his neck, her Angers rubbing and kneading his flesh while her 
tongue traveled in and out of his lips, Frenching him. Her pussy was full 
and hot with his slippery joint. 

"Oooh, God," she cried out. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me up the cunt! It's me, 
your mother, and I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Go on, shoot it up 
there. Really put it to me. Come on, son, you can do it. Fuck your mother!" 
She rode him long and hard and fast. She bucked on his roaring phallus, 
taking as much of the screw muscle up into her body as she could possibly 
get. 

She was in a good position for manipulating her son's rod with her pussy 
because she was sitting on top of him. Mark reached around to help her by 
cupping her buns. He rubbed her hips and her butt to and fro and in this 
manner his mother's pussy rolled on and off the head of his fuck-stick. "I 
like that," he told her. "I like it when it goes on and off. When I go in 
and out. It's a good slippery rub that way, Mom. I really get off that way." 

She kissed him again, with her tongue filling up his mouth. Then she kissed 
him on the cheek, and in the ear, and even in his arm pit. His cock was 
still buried in her pussy. She was getting so hot that she could only gasp 
for breath. When she next spoke it was to say: "I love you darling. I'm 
going to come." She made this lusty statement into a gentle whisper which 
caressed his ear. Then she gushed. 

"Oh, God, fuck, yes!" cried Mark. "That's fucking nice!" He was talking 
about the greasy feel of his mother's hot wet twat box rubbing along on his 
stiff pecker. She was rolling her weight up and down on his juicy meat. 
Soon, he knew, he would fire off inside her pussy. Suddenly-the moment came 
on him much faster than he expected-his big TNT like meat exploded: "Oh, 
fuck!" he roared, slamming his meat upwards in his mother's box. "Fuck!" 

He shot all his juice into her body. His hot semen went flying up inside 
Mrs. Spencer's full vagina. Her titties were rubbing against his chest and 
he picked one up with his hands and stuffed into his face the cap and a 
portion of the breast. He continued to fill her with jism while he sucked on 
her hot titty tip. 

"Please," she moaned. "Please screw me hard, Mark. Rub my clit, darling. 
Screw me hard and rub my clit." She rolled her pussy around his throbbing 
joint and then gushed around his phallus some more. She was having a series 
of several little orgasms on his flesh rod. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, "I love 
it with your father, and I love it with you, darling. I really fucking do." 

Then Mrs. Spencer climbed off her son's choice beef. 'There," she said, 
looking at the spent prick. "There, there, there," she said, patting it 
softly. "What a nice long penis. So hot and wet. So fucking able!" She 
stroked her son's hot hog with her finger. The meat was slippery and her 
finger went sliding along from tip to base. She landed around his balls 
where her fingers instinctively squeezed. Another drop of semen climbed up 
and out of his joint and started to slide down the underside of his 
softening penis. "Oh, no," she screamed, "I must have that drop of jism." 
She leaned down and licked it up and swallowed. "There," she said, "that's 
just about perfect." 

"Wow," said Mark, who was yet to be out of bed that day, "I can't believe 
how sexy you are, Mom. There isn't a girl at Dover who even compares to 
you." He reached down and brought his mother's face close to his own. He 
pressed his lips to hers and kissed her hard. He gave her his tongue which 
she gratefully swallowed up and sucked on. "Oh, yes," she said breaking 
away, "I love you, Mark. There's no two ways about it." 

She began to grind her cunt against his leg. It was hairy and slippery and 
wet. Mark's leg was coated with clit juice. His cock was hardening again and 
quickly. "Mom," he said, "I wonder if you'd do something special for me this 
time." He blushed. 

"Anything, son. What would you like?" 

"I want you to sit on my face." 

His mother smiled and climbed up over her son's long body and arranged 
herself, crouching, above his mouth. She squatted and her pussy rubbed 
between his lips. "There," she said, "how's that?" 

Mark looked up into his mother's crotch which hovered only an inch or two 
from his oral cavity. He loved the sight of her genitals, her open pussy 
lips, her fresh beaver pie, the sight of the ooze gushing madly. "It's just 
right," he told her. "I'm gonna eat it." He put his tongue to work, entered 
her hole and sloshed around in search of the erect clitoris. He felt up the 
long slope of her flesh tube and worked his way around and around in the 
greasy chamber. 

Eventually he located her upright sex button and took to working it up and 
down. "Mmmmm," he hummed, "it's just so fine." 

His mother swiveled her hips and her legs spread wide. Her cunt hole was 
easily available for all the licking that Mark wanted to do in there. He ran 
his flesh mouth sword up and down between Mrs. Spencer's hot pussy lips. He 
filled her again and again with mouth muscle. Soon he had the clit twitching 
and plenty of juice running down along his chin and face. "Good," sighed his 
mother, looking down between her thighs. "That's really good, Mark. I like 
that." Her son's tongue was starting up that old lusty feel again. She felt 
the chills climb her spine and arrive in her neck and face. She blushed 
severely and moaned in a raspy and lusty whisper: "Fuck me good with your 
tongue, darling. Fuck me really good and hard. Keep my clit going, too." 

Mark continued to massage his mother's hanging clit with his tongue. He 
stroked up and down along the mini-twat-penis, and he made sure that the 
surrounding wet tissue was also greasy wet with saliva and tongue 
stimulation. "Mmmm," he hummed, sucking and licking his mother's hot wet 
box, "I love to eat you, Mom. It's the best." 

She rolled her legs wider and sat down further on his face. Her pussy rubbed 
against his open lips. Her long clit was now easily available. He only had 
to open his mouth and the clit meat was there for whatever use he might have 
for it. He rubbed it and used his lips to tug on the thing. "You're hotter 
than usual, Mom. I like it." 

"I know, darling," said Mrs. Spencer. She climbed down a bit from his face 
and landed her mouth around his joint. They were in the classic sixty-nine 
position. Only it was Mother and Son doing it. Mrs. Spencer went hog wild 
when she saw how hard her son had become in the last few minutes. She jammed 
her mouth around his hefty cock muscle and took to sucking it up her oral 
cavity. "Mmmm," she rolled it between her lips and licked. "It's good and 
fat as usual." 

Mark pushed upwards and banged his mother's face with his joint. The 
slippery fat dick rubbed in and out of her mouth. Her tongue lubricated all 
of the flesh of his beef steak. She rubbed on the sides of the shaft with 
her mouth muscle, and she coiled her snake-like tongue around the base, too. 
Then she traveled up and down along the prick tube. "Mmmm," she sighed, 
"it's a tasty one today!" 

Mark slid around in his mother's twat hole. He punched her flesh with his 
tongue and continued to eat her out. Then he pushed her forward a little, 
using his hands on her smooth buttocks, and made her asshole available for 
reaming out. He spread her ass cheeks with his kneading fingers and opened 
up the butt crack. "There," he said, "is something else worth eating." He 
spread out his tongue and sloshed up and down along the worthy crease. He 
brushed it wet with saliva and clit juice. He made sure not to leave any 
portion of the butt canyon unwashed. He cleaned his mother's ass crease, and 
then, when he heard her wailing about how much she enjoyed his licking, he 
went to work on her asshole. He began at the tapered entrance and worked his 
way down. The tip of his tongue entered her sphincter muscle, and from there 
it was smooth sailing in the tight canal. His mother's asshole tube squeezed 
and jammed around his mouth organ. 

"Oooh," she squeaked, "I love that. I love that a lot." She was so 
distracted by her son's wandering tongue in her highly reamable ass that 
she'd quit sucking him off. She held his joint in the palm of her hand and 
rubbed the tip absentmindedly against her thick wet lips or along her face. 
She was enjoying his meat, but more than anything, she was getting hot and 
lusty with sexual fever from ass licking in her bunghole. "I love it," she 
gasped. "I can't fucking stand it. It's great." 

Everything in Mark's mother's ass was wet. Her shit tube had been filled and 
licked by tongue meat. Her smooth round blushing globes of ass tissue had 
been licked and kissed toward ecstasy. And her anal track was coated with 
fresh goo. Mark smacked his mother's buttocks with his hand: "I think that's 
it, Mom." 

"I like that when you spank me a little," she said. 

"You do?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said. "Why don't you do that a little more, just for a minute or 
two?" 

"Sure," said Mark. He remembered that his sister had liked that every now 
and then also. So he spanked his mother's wet buttocks a couple of times. 
Then, when he was slightly bored with this sexual act, he slid his finger up 
and between the spread vaginal lips surrounding his mother's cunt tube. He 
pushed a digit up inside her flesh tube. He used his long bony finger and 
plunged it in and out of the flesh corridor. "Mmmm," grunted his mom, "I 
like that. I like that the best." 

Her hips were rolling around and around on his finger. He had her clit 
trapped with his finger. He was feeling her up really well. He loved the 
feel of her clitoris going back and forth, getting flicked by his finger, 
because that way, he knew, she would soon be gushing in climax, and most of 
all, he loved to hear his mother wail in orgasmic ecstasy. "Oooh, yes," she 
was groaning now, "don't stop. Do it hard. Really rub it hard, Mark, my 
son." 

He continued to fiddle on his mother's twat-prick. He worked the hot little 
organ back and forth. When he could, he plunged his finger all the way up 
her pussy and filled the entire orifice with a good tight feel of his digit. 
"Mmmm," he heard her humming, "I love it." She'd let his cock go for some 
time, but now she returned to working it over with her tongue. Everything, 
for both mother and son, was quite juicy. 

"Ahhhh," screeched Mrs. Spencer at one point, "I want to eat your asshole." 

They made the proper arrangement and Mrs. Spencer spread her son's buttocks. 
"Oh, my," she said, looking down his anal tube, "that thing is so fine!" She 
spread her tongue across his anus. Then she backtracked up the crack. She 
kissed the walls of his butt crease and then his ass cheeks. She used her 
hands to massage his hairy butt flesh, and she spread her lips here and 
there to kiss his ass. Then she went back to the corridor between the moon 
globes. She spread her tongue along it, filled the narrow space, and keeping 
his butt parted, worked her mouth muscle into his anal cavity. 

"Oh, God!" groaned Mark. "That's really good, Mom. Don't stop. Whatever you 
do, don't fucking stop." 

Mrs. Spencer drilled her son's hot anal cavity with plenty of fresh tongue 
meat. She had no intention of stopping the ream out. She loved his asshole 
as much as she loved his cock. She could get off on just licking that anal 
entrance, if she had to. She stuffed it full of tongue meat and made sure 
that the sphincter especially was good and juicy and full of saliva and 
fresh lubricant. She jammed around with her tongue sucking up everything 
there, and then she pulled out. "How's that?" she asked. 

"Delicious, Mom," he said. 

"Would you like to fuck my ass?" she asked him. "Would you like to stick 
your penis up your Mother's asshole?" 

"Sure," said Mark. "If that's what you want?" 

"Just for a little while," she said. "Then we'll get on to having you fuck 
my cunt again." She rolled over and Mark climbed up to mount Mrs. Spencer's 
terrific butt. He slid his meat up and down, back and forth along her slick 
cheeks, and then he plunged in. The head of his meat met with considerable 
resistance from his mother's tight sphincter. "Mom," he told her, "if you 
spread your legs a little more, I can get it in." 

She reached back and, spreading her legs, too, she pulled her buttocks open. 
She gave him a clear path into her rump chamber. "There," she said, "try 
that." 

Mark smiled and pushed with his hips. His spearhead led the way down. His 
long meat stuffed his mother's asshole full up. "Uuuuuuuhh," she grunted, 
"that joint of yours gets bigger and bigger." He continued, despite his 
mother's occasional moans, until he had fully injected his beef into her 
fanny. 

"There," she gasped. "It's in, isn't it?" 

"Yes," said Mark. His pubic forest was flush with his mother's soft wet ass 
cheeks. "It's in." 

She rolled her butt. It was only the first in a series of deliberate and 
sexually calculated gyrations. Each sway, every swivel and jerk of his 
mother's hips, made Mark's cock feel like a million bucks. In addition, Mrs. 
Spencer was squeezing with her interior rump muscles and working her son's 
cock with her anal cavity. "I love it," he told her. "I love that rump 
action." Then he pulled his meaty prick out of her asshole. 

"Why'd you stop?" she asked. 

"Lick it," he said to his mother. "Lick my joint." He was hot and feverish 
and he wanted his joint sucked clean. He was going to stuff her cunt. "Suck 
it off so I can put it in your pussy." 

His mother smiled. "Of course, darling. I should have thought of that." She 
leaned down to her son's penis. It dripped clit juice, shit juice, saliva 
and a bit of come from the previous fuck. "I'm gonna get it so clean," she 
said, "it'll look like new." With that she applied her tongue. She scraped 
up and down along the fresh meaty joint. She rubbed her tongue along one 
side of the base, up and down, and then along the other. She coated the tip 
with her splayed tongue, and she rubbed her meaty mouth muscle up and down 
around the base, too. She was sure to lick his nut nest, which was covered 
with fresh chills, and she also managed to suck along just the rim of the 
mushroom head. It seemed that she was everyplace at once. 

"Oh, yeah," moaned her boy, "I love that, Mom. 

You're the best blow job in Dover City." 

Mrs. Spencer sucked the head of her son's meaty flesh prong into her face. 
Now, rather than lick and clean, she sucked and rolled. She pushed as much 
of the meat into her face as she could. She crammed nearly the whole hog 
into her face. "Ahhhh," sighed Mark, "that's good." He took his mother's 
silky haired head in his hands and rolled her drooling lips from side to 
side on his sensitized prick head. 'There," he told her. "There." He pulled 
her face back and forth, and his meaty joint went in and out of her mouth. 

"Since you like it like this," said Mrs. Spencer, holding her son's cock 
around the base, "maybe I should just suck you into orgasm?" 

"No," protested Mark, watching his mother go back to licking his meaty rod, 
"I want to come in your cunt." 

"Now?" she asked, looking up. 

"Yes," said Mark. "Now. In your pussy now." 

She smiled and lay back with her legs spread. "Come and get it, son," she 
said. "Come and fuck your mother's hot wet twat. I want that meat of yours 
way inside me." She smiled and used her fingers to open her slick pussy 
hole. She spread the beaver mouth open and Mark could see the pink and dark 
flesh inside. It was wet and juicy looking, all of it ready for fucking. He 
leaned down on his mother's chest, between her legs, too, and spread his 
tongue across one titty. His joint was inches from entering her body. 

He capped off one nipple with his lips rubbing and used his tongue to caress 
the thing. His mother, meanwhile, used one of her hands to guide his joint 
into her body. "Ooooh," she gasped, "yes, Mark, that's the way." Mark held 
his mother's titty between his lips and wagged his head from side to side. 
Simultaneously, he jammed his hips forward and sent his long flesh spear 
streaming into her cunt. There was hot wet gush everywhere. 

Mrs. Spencer's long meaty pussy rubbed and pulled on her son's tough joint. 
His powerhouse muscle filled with sexual energy. It expanded and the 
mushroom head exploded in the rear portion of the cavity. "Ooooh, God!" she 
wailed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" His juice sprayed out of the head of 
his meat. Pulse after pulse of hot wet pudding flooded his mother's twat 
cavern. There was come everywhere. The jism began to back up and flow around 
Mark's penis and out of the pussy lips. There was so much come that there 
was enough to make a puddle in his mother's wet twat and outside on the 
sheets. There was enough clit juice to go swimming in. "Oooh, eeeeek, 
yesss," she moaned as her son's hot cock continued to jam down deep in her 
cunt hole, "I love it. Fuck me hard, son. Fuck me really hard." 

He tacked his mother to the bed. His long meaty dick was nailing her down. 
She'd been coming steadily, gushing all around his fuck-stick. She was hot 
and bothered, both by his ramming fuck muscle and by his licking tongue 
which caressed her titties. She used her hands to grab around his buttocks 
and pull him down deeper than ever. She kneaded the flesh of his ass while 
he sucked on her breasts. "Ooooh, yes," she moaned, "suck me. Fuck me. Suck 
me. Fuck me." 

Mark continued to roll his organ in his mother's twat. He'd long since shot 
his wad, but the feel was still good. He also continued to roll her pillowy 
titties in his mouth. His tongue caressed and massaged this or that part of 
his mother's chest, soon her titties were wet with saliva and sweat juice. 
"Oooh, yes," she said, lifting her hands to his head and rolling his face 
between her boobs. "That's really fucking nice." She pressed his face on her 
breasts and rubbed him hard. 

"I love it," grunted Mark. "I really do love it." Then he yanked his 
powerhouse joint out from his mother's pussy. "Oh, God, that was really 
something, Mother. Really fucking good screwing." He smiled and lay back on 
the bed. 

His mother instantly crawled down to his wet joint. Mark watched her work. 
She splayed her tongue across the slippery shaft and licked up the juice 
there, most of which was her own clit gush. Then she went up along the flesh 
prong and sucked at the joint tip. She rubbed and massaged the mushroom 
crown, the sensitized meat of the tip, because she wanted to get out the 
last drops of semen juice. She used her hands in a coordinated milking 
action which squeezed out yet another drop or two of jism. Then she 
swallowed hard and smiled and leaned back, her head in her son's strong arm. 

"I liked that, Mom," he told her. "That's what I call a good fuck and a good 
suck." 

"Yes," said Mrs. Spencer. "Isn't it nice to know that you can get laid 
whenever you want, anytime, anyway?" 

"It sure is," said Mark. He casually rubbed her persistent upright titties. 
"Are you still horny?" he asked. 

"Oh, no, not really." She smiled and cuddled a bit on her son's chest. She 
licked his manly nipple when she thought about it, but for the most part 
Mrs. Spencer just rested there on her son's chest. A little while later she 
suggested that they better get dressed, as Rita and Mr. Spencer might be 
coming home soon. 

VII 

The Spencer family continued in their incestuous relationships for some 
time. Rita and her father would find various occasions for sneaking off 
together and balling. Or Mrs. Spencer and Mark would check into a motel and 
in their absence, the father and daughter would go about their sexual 
business. Such was the sexual life of the family for about three weeks. 

Then, on one unusual day, Mrs. Spencer was alone in the house with her 
daughter. Rita hadn't been with her father-nor with her brother-in a sexual 
liaison, for some time. She was horny and frustrated, and it was everything 
she could do to keep from blurting it out. She lay in bed that morning 
trying to figure out what to do about her sexual frustration. She could hear 
her mother puttering in the kitchen. 

Rita lay nude under her sheets. It was still the hottest part of the summer 
and she'd slept with no blanket and no underwear. The heat combined with her 
horniness and her lusty attitude suddenly consummated itself in the simple 
thought: "I'm gonna masturbate." 

She reached her smooth young palms down between her opened comely legs. She 
applied a quick finger to her honey pot. She found the space filled with sap 
and ready for all the manipulation she wanted to give it. She rubbed her 
digit up and down between the snatch lips, and then she went in for the big 
game, her clitoris. Every stroke strengthened and lengthened her clit meat. 
Soon the thing was fully erect and twitching. "Oooh, yes," she sighed, 
picturing her father's meat and sometimes her brother's, "this is the way to 
take care of this lust." 

She used her free hand to go poking between the cheeks of her ass. She 
plunged a fresh digit up into her asshole. With one finger in her front hole 
and another in her rump cave, she managed to get herself pretty hot pretty 
fast. "Uuuuuuhhh," she sighed softly, "I love to fuck myself. It's better 
than nothing, anyhow." 

Soon she was flowing fresh ease juice and gasping quietly to herself. 
"Ahhhh, yes," she groaned, "please, God. Let me have an orgasm." She worked 
on her clit muscle and her anus at the same time. She rubbed the hefty 
little twat prick back and forth, and she fingered her bunghole in an effort 
to give herself all the pleasure she could get. She then used that second 
hand to rub her titties. She rubbed her nipples and caressed the sides of 
her mountainous tanned breasts. The brown meat was soon covered with chills. 
She pictured her father's huge fat dick running in and out of her cunt. 
Actually, of course, she was using her finger to rub her cunt hole and clit, 
and the action was satisfactory but far from being as nice as the real 
fuck-stick could supply. "Oooh, shit," she moaned, "I want to come. I want 
to have an orgasm." 

She writhed in frustration but continued to flick her twitching clit. She 
kept her nipples hot and aroused by rubbing them with her palm. At one point 
she even gave up working on her clit muscle and took to rubbing her titties 
with two hands. She massaged her chest up and down with all the vigor she 
could give herself. "Oooh, yes," she moaned, sliding her hands up and down 
on her tender chest, "I love to have sex. Oh, please let me come." 

She reapplied her finger to her clit, but soon she realized that no matter 
how hard she tried, she wouldn't just then be able to have a gratifying 
orgasm. She gave up and rolled onto her side. "Shit," she grunted, "what the 
fuck am I gonna do." 

She climbed out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long naked 
body blushed with sexual desire. A kind of warm glow, like a burning ember, 
emanated from her heated but unsatisfied body. Her eyes were wide and 
bright, her silky hair as straggly and sexy as a blonde's can be, and her 
big pendular titties leaned out to the side, the nipples leading the way. 
"Ooh, fuck," she moaned, eye-balling her leaking cunt, "I wish I had a cock 
to fuck myself with." She spread her legs and looked at her interior cunt. 
"I wish I could get somebody to fuck me. Where's Dad and Mark?" She was so 
hot and lusty that she was beside herself with anxiety. She grabbed a robe 
and swore off sex forever. Then she headed out to the kitchen to have her 
morning coffee. 

She sat at the kitchen table watching her mother go to and from the table 
and the cupboards doing this or that chore. Finally, her mother noticed her. 
"Good morning, darling. I didn't know you were up." 

"I'm up," said Rita in a dejected voice, "but it sure doesn't feel like it." 
She sipped her mug of coffee. "I wish Dad and Mark were here." 

"Yes, I miss them sometimes, too," said Mrs. Spencer. She came over to the 
table and sat down next to her daughter. Mrs. Spencer was also wearing a 
robe and the V-neck slid open slightly when she sat down. She didn't bother 
trying to close off the thing. She didn't even know her fine smooth titties 
were showing, and that her daughter was eye-balling them, wondering what it 
would be like to feel her up. "Sometimes I think that I don't know what I'd 
do if Mark and your Dad weren't around." 

"I know exactly what you mean, Mom," said Rita Spencer, still feeling lusty 
and not knowing what to do about it. She smiled at her mother and then 
continued to sip her coffee. Finally, as though in confession, she asked 
Mrs. Spencer: "Mom, do you ever get really horny?" 

"Oh, darling," said Rita's mother, "of course I do. Don't you?" 

"Yeah," said Rita. "That's the whole problem." 

"The problem with having a hole," said Mrs. Spencer, punning poorly on her 
daughter's horniness. "Anyhow," she continued, "there's not much one can 
do." 

"I don't know about that," said Rita, sliding her hand onto her mother's 
thigh. "Maybe there is something we can do." Mrs. Spencer put her hand on 
her daughter's wrist. She used her other hand to pull the part of the robe 
covering her legs away. She pushed Rita's hand down between her ample loins. 

"Perhaps you're right, darling," she told her daughter as she applied the 
young girl's long fingers to the outside of her own pussy. "You just push 
that into my cunt a little," said Mrs. Spencer, "and I know that some of my 
horniness will go away." 

"Is it alright, Mom?" asked Rita. "I was so worried that you would think I 
was awful." 

"Let rrie show you something," said Mrs. Spencer. She spread her legs wide 
and showed her daughter her pussy. "See that?" She smiled. "I've been so 
horny this week that I don't know what to do. You could help me, Rita. If 
you want to." 

"Oh, Mom," said the young girl, a kind of younger twin of her mother. 
"That's exactly what I've been wanting to do. Would you help me, too?" 

"Of course," said Mrs. Spencer. "Let's go to the bedroom." She took her 
daughter by the hand and led Rita to the master bedroom. There the two women 
undressed. They looked at each other. Rita could see in her mother the fine 
mature body of a woman in her thirties. And Mrs. Spencer could see a kind of 
young reflection of herself. She leaned forward and took her daughter in her 
arms. Their titties touched before their lips did, but then they began 
French kissing. They stood up along the bed, their two tanned bodies and 
four mammaries rubbing against each other. It was Rita who lifted her thigh 
first and the topside of her smooth leg ran up against her mother's open wet 
twat hole. "Oooh, God," sighed Mrs. Spencer, "that feels so fucking good." 

"Yes, it does," said Rita, rubbing her leg back and forth between her 
mother's spread ample loins. "It feels really nice." She leaned her face 
down to her mother's titties which were not a great deal different from her 
own. She applied her mouth to one of the erect nipples. She tongued the 
cherry tip and the big mushroom colored cap. She worked her way down the 
mountain of hilly titty and she arrived at the flat portion between the 
breasts. Then she climbed up the other side of her mother's chest and licked 
that titty, too. She worked on the nipple with her lips and tugged with both 
lips and tongue. She rubbed her mother's nipple with her long wet tongue and 
then pulled away. "I like to do that for you, Mom," said Rita. "Does it make 
you feel good?" 

"You tell me," said Mrs. Spencer. She leaned forward and down a little, and 
then she kissed her daughter's sweet titties. She made the same caresses, 
the same massaging action with her tongue, licking and sucking with her lips 
at her daughter's tender ripe chest. "Do you like it?" she asked when she 
pulled her face away from the hanging flesh fruit. "Does it feel good?" 

Rita blushed. "It feels super, Mom," she said, and she leaned forward and 
kissed her mother in the mouth. She toured her mother's face with her tongue 
and Frenched her that way for a long time. Her hands were wrapped around her 
mother's shoulders and she let them drift down to her buttocks where she 
drove a long strong finger up her mother's anus while kissing. "Oooh, God," 
she moaned, pulling away. "Mother, this is going to be great." She still had 
her finger up her mother's bunghole. 

"Yes," said Mrs. Spencer, "it's going to be delicious." She leaned back on 
the bed and pulled her daughter up on top of her. Their titties mashed 
together, four big brown breasts rubbing in saliva, and Rita quickly located 
her hips between her mother's legs. "There," she said, "that's nice." She 
rubbed her mound against her mother's mound. 

"It's nice," said Mrs. Spencer, "but I don't think it's going to work quite 
right." 

"What do you mean?" asked Rita. 

"I'll tell you later," said Mrs. Spencer. "First we have to get really hot 
though." And with that Mrs. Spencer pulled her daughter's familiar face down 
close to her own and spread her lips. She pushed her tongue into the younger 
girl's horny mouth, filled the oral cavity with her own mouth muscle. 
"Mmmm," hummed Rita, "I like that." She went down her mother's body, kissing 
her face, her neck, her chest and her lean stomach. She hesitated when she 
arrived just about Mrs. Spencer's aromatic mound. 

"It's alright," said Mrs. Spencer. "Go ahead." She pushed on her daughter's 
head and Rita landed between her mother's sweet cunt lips. She filled the 
hot space with lots of tongue meat, feeling her mother up as best she could. 
She located the older woman's clitoris and rubbed her tongue against it. She 
probed the deep cunt hole and wondered if someday her own twat would be this 
juicy, this filled with gush. "I like your twat, Mom," said Rita during a 
quick breather. "I like eating it." Mrs. Spencer was too busy moaning to 
hear her daughter's compliment. She did, however, notice the absence of a 
tongue in her hole and pushed on her daughter's head again. Rita went back 
to working out in her mother's pussy cavern. She filled the sap-producing 
hole with plenty of mouth muscle and made sure to tug and suck and lick on 
the juicy flesh prong there, her mother's clitoris. 

"Ooooh, Keeeee-fucking-Christ!" grunted Mrs. Spencer. "That's great, Rita, 
darling. That's terrific." 

Rita blushed. She'd never seen her mother turned on before. Sure, on one or 
two occasions she'd burst into her parents' room unannounced and had been 
embarrassed to discover her mother and father screwing, but that wasn't 
quite the same. This was different. It was her own young tongue going about 
the job of bringing her mother toward ecstasy. She loved the idea, and more 
than that, she loved the feel of hot gush between her lips, and a slippery 
clitoris, too. "I like eating you out, Mother," said Rita. T really do like 
it." 

"Yes, dear," gasped Mrs. Spencer, rolling her legs wide open, "and I like 
having you do it, too." She reached down and held her loins back so that her 
cunt was that much more available for her daughter's delicious work inside 
the flesh cave. "Mmmm," she hummed, "just keep licking and sucking, 
sweetheart, and you'll have me coming in a minute." 

"Can I climb around on you?" asked Rita bravely. 

"Of course, darling," said Mrs. Spencer. "Come up here." 

Rita arranged herself accordingly. Her smooth loins spread out and around 
her mother's face. Now her cunt, too, was available for eating and licking. 
And she still had her mother's pie to herself, too. "Oh, wonderful," she 
said, feeling the first lick to her own twat. "That's what I've been needing 
ever since I woke up this morning." Rita was ecstasy bound. She finally had 
something in her cunt that could make her especially happy, sexually 
speaking. She had her mother's long tongue inside her body, working around 
in her pussy flesh. "Ahhhhh," she hummed, and then she went back down on 
Mrs. Spencer's beaver pie flesh. 

"Good, Rita. Good," encouraged Mrs. Spencer. "I like that." Rita had her 
mother's twat hole spread open with her fingers. She held the flaps back and 
worked her long tongue meat in and out of the fleshy space. Simultaneously, 
she rocked her pelvis up and down in her mother's face. "I love it when you 
lick my clit, Mom," she told her mother. "Rub my clit harder." She waited. 

Sure enough, Mrs. Spencer located, with her tongue, her lovely daughter's 
smooth mini-twat-penis. She rubbed the miniature sex button and pushed and 
probed at the surrounding flesh. There was gush everywhere, and the sweet 
smell of female ooze filled the room. "Ahhhh," sighed Mrs. Spencer, "this is 
almost as nice as fucking with your father." 

Rita said nothing. She didn't know if her mother knew about her and her 
father. She didn't want to be the one to break the news. But the fact was 
that her mother was right: it was nearly as good as fucking with Mr. 
Spencer. Both women knew exactly what the other wanted, and how to give it, 
too. The teenage daughter probed her mother's cunt with the accuracy of a 
young marksman. And her mother worked equally well on the younger woman's 
cunt hole. They were well on their way toward ecstasy heaven when Rita heard 
her mother say: "I think it's time that we used something a little extra to 
make sure we get off, darling." 

"Sure," said Rita, pulling her wet face out of her mother's super gushing 
twat hole. She wiped her chin of clit juice and picked herself up. "What can 
we use, though? We haven't got a penis or anything to do it with." 

"Well, we do have something," said Mrs. Spencer, "if you promise not to tell 
anyone." 

"Of course," said Rita. Mrs. Spencer hopped out of the bed. "I'll be back in 
a minute," she told her daughter. "I have to go out to the garage." She 
slipped into her robe and disappeared out the bedroom door. Rita contented 
herself while she waited for her mother's return with an occasional flick of 
her clit. She rubbed her mound with the heel of her palm and her lively clit 
with the long middle digit which she'd inserted between her cunt lips. 
"Mmmm," she sighed, and then her mother reappeared. 

"What's in the bag, Mom?" asked Rita. "Lots of goodies?" 

"You bet," said Mrs. Spencer who sat down on the edge of the bed with her 
robe open and with the bag beside her, the bag she'd brought in from her 
hiding place in the garage. "These are the things I've been using while your 
father's away sometimes." She pulled out a sophisticated metal and plastic, 
battery operated dildo. "Fresh batteries in that one," she said as she 
reached back into the bag. Then she pulled out a plastic belt with a huge 
sculpted plastic phallus attached to the middle. 

"How's that thing work, Mom?" asked Rita. 

"I'll show you," said Mrs. Spencer ."Lay down and spread your legs." While 
her daughter arranged herself, Mrs. Spencer took off her robe and strapped 
on the plastic cock. She tightened the belt and the penis, erect, hung 
between her legs. "How do you like that?" she asked young Rita. 

"Oh, Mom," said Rita quickly. "Come and fuck me!" 

Mrs. Spencer climbed up onto the bed. She mounted her daughter with the 
hefty prick strapped around her waist. She jammed the long fuck-joint down 
into Rita's sweet pie. Rita gave a little guiding touch to the head of the 
rubbery meat and then felt the long fat wedge of artificial cock go sliding 
into her body. "Oooh, God, Mother!" she screamed. "It's perfect. It's gonna 
be a great screw-ing. 

"You bet," said Mrs. Spencer. "Just relax and pretend that this is a man 
doing this to you." 

Rita closed her eyes. She pictured herself in bed with her father. She saw 
his big bone coming down into her open pussy. Then she felt her mother's 
titties rubbing against her chest. She opened her eyes just in time to see 
Mrs. Spencer kissing her nipple. She was rubbing her tongue up and down 
along the firm mammary gland. Then she felt the gouge of the terrific 
artificial cock ramming down deep in her cunt. "Ooooh, God," she screamed, 
"it's fucking big. It is so fucking large and fat." 

"Yes," said Mrs. Spencer, "don't you just love it?" She was hammering away 
with the strap-on-cock inside her daughter's twat hole. "Isn't that just the 
best fuck ever, except of course, for the real thing?" She smiled and 
pressed her lips down around Rita's mouth. She pressed her tongue into her 
daughter's hot oral cavity. But she pressed even harder with her grinding 
hips and the huge plastic meat continued to travel in and out of her lovely 
Rita's pussy. "It's meaty in there, eh?" asked Mrs. Spencer. "Isn't that 
nice?" 

"Yes," said Rita. "It's really nice." The younger woman rolled her body and 
the huge phallus continued to screw her down to the bed. She pretended that 
it was a real meat, and that instead of her mother being on top of her, it 
was her brother or her father, or one of the famous Dover High football 
players. She enjoyed every stroke of the rubbery bone, and she especially 
loved the way it worked on her clit, pulling and tugging and making it 
twitch. "Ahhhhh," she grunted, "I love it, Mom. I love it and I love you." 

A moment later young Rita was gushing and flooding in her cunt hole. The 
rubbery penis was so thoroughly coated with lubricating ease-juice that it 
slid in and out with no resistance from the pussy walls. It was one long and 
terrific jam session for Mrs. Spencer's pretty young daughter, and before 
another five strokes had penetrated Rita's cunt, she was coming all over the 
place. "Fuck me, Mom," she wailed. "I'm coming so fuck me hard!" 

Mrs. Spencer drilled her daughter's pussy with the strap-on prick. She 
penetrated hard and deep. She wiggled her hips between Rita's sweet dark 
loins and used her hands to hold her daughter's ass cheeks. She rubbed and 
pounded and hammered, as efficiently as a man might have done it. "Is it 
good?" she asked. "Is it really good?" 

"Oh, God! Fuck yes, it's good," moaned Rita. "I love it." 

When Mrs. Spencer's daughter finished coming, the joint was covered with 
gush. The older woman pulled the hog out of her cunt little daughter's 
snatch. "Just look at all that juice," she told Rita. "It's a shame to let 
it go to waste. Hint, hint," she added. She started unstrapping the belt. 

"You want me to do you, Mom?" asked Rita. 

"I sure would like that," said Mrs. Spencer. "Would you mind?" 

"Lemme try that thing on," said Rita. Five seconds later she had the big 
plastic joint strapped around her waist. It hung in front of where her pussy 
was, It looked like she had a rubber cock with beaver pie hair around it. 
She played with it with her hands. "Look, Mom," said Rita, "I have a penis 
now. Ha, ha, ha. I have a penis." She couldn't get over the idea of the 
belt-prick. She loved wearing it and playing with the artificial cock as 
though it were her own real pecker. "Where do you want it, Mom?" she asked 
finally. 

"In my cunt," said Mrs. Spencer. "Where do you think?" Mrs. Spencer got up 
on her hands and knees, however, and said: "But I want you to mount me from 
back there." She pointed to her rump. "You slide in underneath and I'll get 
it in." 

"I can get it in," said Rita, offended that her mother didn't think she was 
capable. 

"Of course you can get it in," said Mrs. Spencer. "I just thought I'd help 
you a little. In any event, come on and do it. I'm getting hotter just 
sitting here." 

Rita mounted her mother from the rear. She did need her mother's help in 
placing the joint. It rubbed in and out a couple of times and then missed 
all together. It was then that Mrs. Spencer took the tip of the plastic cock 
and jammed it up her pussy. Having placed the meat that way, Rita was flush 
with her pussy up and grinding, the cock in front, into her mother's twat. 
She had the joint perfectly placed. 

"Ahhh, yes," sighed Mrs. Spencer, "I love the feel of a good hot pecker 
coming into me like that." She looked down along her belly by bowing her 
head and looking back under herself at her pussy. She could see the rubber 
phallus going in and out and in again, filling her wet slopping cunt hole. 
"Oooh, yes, Rita! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She reached back and pulled her 
daughter's legs up closer so that there would be even more of the artificial 
penis going in and out of her body. "I love that fucking from my daughter," 
she sighed. "I really do love it." 

Rita, for her part, reached around and grabbed her mother's titties. "Just a 
little rubbing, Mom, to make sure you're really happy," She cupped Mrs. 
Spencer's big hanging breasts and rubbed the nipples. Then she massaged the 
base of the mounds, and she worked, the way a farmer milks a cow's teats, at 
squeezing the big mammaries. "Oooooh, shit," she moaned into her mother's 
ear, "I love to fuck you like this, Mom. It gets me hot all over again." 

"Do it fast, darling," said her mother, whose hips had begun to roll in 
ecstasy. "Go really fast in and out and I'll be coming soon." 

Rita Spencer picked up her pace. She jammed long and hard with her pelvis 
and crotch. The wraparound rubber prick went shooting in and out, around and 
around, in her mother's sweet honey pot. She shoved down hard so as to be 
sure and ream out Mrs. Spencer's entire flesh cave. The gush started up 
immediately. 

"Oooh, fuck," groaned Mrs. Spencer. "That's the way to do it, darling. 
Really hard." 

There was a slopping noise, the sound of the rubber meat grinding in and out 
of the wet flesh of a sex hole. The head of the big phallus rubbed at the 
interior of Mrs. Spencer's sweet flesh. Her body was filled with the long 
hard dick. The joint pressed hard, and the sculpted ring at the tip of the 
synthetic joint, scraped her clitoris. "It's good when you move like that," 
she moaned. "Do it fast and hard. Go hard, darling, and you're going to make 
me gush all over the fucking place." 

Young Rita Spencer continued to plunge her hips forward, and the meaty 
rubber penis continued to roll in her mother's hot cunt hole. The juice made 
everything slippery and hot and wet. There was ooze leaking down the insides 
of Mrs. Spencer's trim loins. There was hot juice dripping from the cunt 
lips and making a small puddle. "Mmm," hummed the mother to her daughter, 
"just another couple of strokes, darling. Just a few more fucks from that 
thing and that'll be it." 

Rita pressed down deep and the last throb of her mother's pussy signaled the 
end of the fuck. She extracted the long wet rod from the hot wet hole and 
lay back with it still strapped around her waist. "Gee, Mom," she said, 
sliding her fingers up and down around the thick dildo pole, "I love this 
thing. It works so well for both of us. We have to do this more often. It 
sure is nice." With that she undid the artificial penis. 

Her mother lay off to the side of the bed panting and gasping. "It was a 
good fuck, darling," she said. "Much better than I ever could have done it 
myself." She smiled and spread her legs. "Look how much juice there was." 

Rita leaned down inside her mother's pussy and licked up the obvious excess 
juice. She sucked on her mother's labial lips. She probed the insides of 
Mrs. Spencer's body with her young hot wet tongue. "Ahhhhh," she said, "I 
think I like eating you out, Mom, as much as I like sucking on a hot dick." 

"I know what you mean," said Mrs. Spencer. "I know exactly what you mean." 
And they spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other's hot and lusty 
flesh. 

VIII 

The next morning, a week day, "the children", as Mrs. Spencer called them, 
were left along in the house. And young Rita Spencer woke up with that old 
lusty feeling between her legs again. She knew for sure how she would go 
about satisfying herself. She looked across at her sleeping brother and 
smiled. "Boy," she thought, "does he have a surprise coming." 

She quietly got out of bed. She was naked and hot. Her smooth pendular 
titties hung donw just begging for fresh hot licking. She had her slender 
legs shimmering and rolling as she walked over beside her sleeping brother. 
"Mark," she whispered, "are you awake, honey?" 

He didn't stir. She sat on the edge of the bed. He was on his back. Quietly, 
careful not to wake him, she pulled down the sheets. She took one look at 
his resting hog and blushed. "It's so cute," she said, "all wrinkled up like 
that." She slid her hand down between her legs and stared at her brother's 
genitals. She rubbed her mound and then entered her pussy lips with her long 
bony middle finger. She continued to look at Mark's soft cock while she 
rubbed her cunt. Soon there was a steady flow of hog goo coming from young 
Rita's sweet honey pot. The juice poured steadily as she neared her clitoris 
with her finger. Then she popped her clit with the bony digit. She flicked 
the little button of flesh back and forth and gasped: 'That ought to do it." 
She pulled out her wet slimy finger. It was covered with greasy ease juice. 
"Mmm," she said, looking at her finger shine in the morning light. "This is 
going to be nice." She dipped a different finger into the flesh well of 
juice. She plunged the digit a couple of times and brought it out. It too 
was wet with juice and ooze. She did the same thing will all five of her 
fingers. 

Then she began to work on Mark's body. She rubbed very, very lightly, along 
his joint. She spread the ooze without waking him. She started up at the tip 
of his meat. At one point he stirred, but then he was asleep again. His sexy 
sister continued to tickle his cock with her wet and juicy fingers. Up and 
down along his rod she stroked. Soon enough he began, even in his sleep, to 
harden. His meaty prick took on its most powerful shape. The more that Rita 
rubbed at it, the bigger it got. "Oooh, yes," she giggled to herself, "he's 
going to wake up very happy." She grabbed his hog with her entire hand. 

Mark woke with a start. "What the fuck?" He looked down at his crotch where 
Rita held his juicy meat. "Ooh," he said, "I should have known." He smiled 
and Rita smiled back. "You horny or something?" he asked. 

"Me?" she said. "Look at that boner you got there. I never saw the likes of 
that before." She laughed at her little trick she'd played. "Isn't it you 
who's horny?" 

He laughed and grabbed his sister around the neck and pulled her down on top 
of him. "You just can't get enough, eh?" He kissed her on the lips and she 
spread her legs so that she could capture his long wet joint between her 
thighs. She rubbed up and down and made sure to give the head of his meat a 
good stiff roll. She jammed around on his cock for a while rubbing her 
titties on his chest. Simultaneously, brother and sister French kissed. 

"You know," said Mark, breaking the embrace he'd begun, "you are too fucking 
much." 

His sister blushed. She slid off his body and played with his joint with 
just her hand. "That meaty prick of yours is awfully large," she said. 
"Would you like me to suck it?" 

Mark smiled. "I wouldn't want you not to." He watched his sister bury her 
head in his crotch. He saw his joint going in and out of her swaying and 
bobbing head. She used her lips to cup and seal the wet bargain. She used 
her tongue to rub the tip of the muscle, and she used her long silky blond 
hair to rub against his balls and belly. "Mmmm," she hummed, rolling the wet 
phallus in and out of her face, "it's so fat and greasy. I love it that 
way." She smiled and pulled on the meat with both of her hands, she guided 
it back into her thick wet lips. The inside of her mouth was hot and moist, 
and it was there that she placed the big mushroom head of her brother's 
phallus. "Mmmm," she hummed again, "I love it." She concentrated on giving 
the galvanized sword of flesh a good long tonguing. 

"Nice," said her brother, "You do that, Rita, with real pizzazz. Real nice 
style." He smiled and took her head in his hands. He rolled her mouth on and 
off of his long stiff fuck-stick. 'That's the way," he said, pushing her 
head onto a good large portion of his joint. "Just suck it right up." She 
nibbled here and there on the ear of flesh corn cob. She stuck out her 
tongue and coiled it around the thickest part of the stem of the meat. Then 
she rubbed the hot pink heart-shaped tip against her face cheek. It was 
soft, tender, hot and moist. "Oooh, yeah," said Mark, "that's good, sis. 
That's really good." 

She smiled and kissed his pubic forest. She went licking down between his 
legs and soon she arrived at his nut nest. There she splayed her tongue so 
as to be sure to get a good lick or two on his balls. Then she crawled up 
along his strong and muscular belly. She rolled her tongue around in his 
navel. "That's tickling me," said Mark. "Quit that." 

"Can't take it?" asked his sister, teasing him. Then she suddenly became 
very serious. She arranged herself between his legs and let her light and 
pillowy mammaries drift around on either side of his wetted hog. She spread 
her boobies so that they would rub and caress his joint. Before long, Mark's 
phallus was the biggest it had been that day. His sister's chest was a very 
accommodating and delicious feel. "Good," he said, "really good. Do that a 
little longer and I'll come all over your titties." 

"Oh, no," screamed his sister, "I want that jism up my cunt. Not on my 
chest." 

"I thought you liked it on your face and all," said Mark. 

"Sometimes," said his sister, "but today I'm really horny. Look." She sat up 
off his hog and showed him her cunt. She spread the lips. There her flesh 
was soft and succulent and wet and ready for his penis. "Look how empty it 
is," she said. "I need something big and fat in there. Like your penis. Not 
your finger, either, at least not on a full time basis." 

"Sure," said Mark. "Come up here and sit on my face, and then I'll plow that 
tube as much as you want it." 

His sister climbed up around his face. She draped her pussy in his mouth. 
She filled his oral cavity with beaver pie, and he was only too happy to 
gobble it all down. He gave her long swabs of his tongue, and he provided 
her clitoris with good hefty licking. "Mmmm," he hummed, "nice and tasty 
today." He smiled and continued licking. He rubbed his tongue up and down 
along her clit and then he sucked on the labial lips. He rubbed his mouth 
muscle back into the honey pot, and finally he gave her the kind of screwing 
with his mouth organ that she could really appreciate: he reached all the 
way up inside her cunt tube and spread his meaty muscle out inside there. 

"Oooh," she screeched, rolling her butt and her cunt on his face, "I love 
that. I really do fucking love it." She sat down hard on his face so that 
her cunt could get even more of the delicious eating. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I 
love that. Make me cream a little that way. Make me gush with your tongue." 

He shot up hard and fast and licked her clit. He rubbed the twitching little 
twat stub with his tongue. Soon she began to juice profusely. The lovely 
smelling ooze dripped down her brother's nose and chin, along his neck. 
"Yeah," he cooed. "You delicious piece of ass. I like it." He swabbed the 
inside of her body again and again, and she continued to rock and roll on 
his eating mouth. "Uuuuuuhh," she moaned, finally, "I think you better stuff 
me with that cock of yours." She climbed down to his meat and licked the 
length of the shaft. The jumbo prick of her brother was hot and ready. It 
was sticking up in the air and it was easy for luscious Rita to get her 
mouth over the cap. She did so instantly, right after licking the shaft, and 
she pushed as much of the meat as her cramming mouth would allow in. 
"Mm-mmmmm," she hummed, "mmmmmmm." 

The small vibrations from her singing caress went traveling down her 
brother's stiff flesh. The rigid rod shook with delightful wet ecstasy. "Be 
careful," he told her, "or I'll be coming in your face." 

She pulled her mouth off the boner. "O.k.," she said, "I'm gonna sit on it. 
You ready for that?" 

"Sure," said young Mark Spencer. "Go on and stuff yourself with my meat. 
I'll give you the kind of screw, sis, that you been needing. I promise you 
that." Then he watched his sister straddle his prong. She settled down over 
it and used one hand to guide him in, between the sweet lips. "Ahhhh," he 
sighed, watching his meat screw up out of sight into her wet hole. "Look at 
that girl go!!" 

She sat down hard. She rocked from side to side. He reached up and took her 
titties with his two hands. He rubbed the caps of her mammaries, and then he 
kneaded the flesh of her mounds. He rolled the nipples in his palms while 
his fingers worked the flesh of her smooth tanned chest. "You're beautiful," 
he told her. "I love screwing you." She blushed and sat down even harder. 
She leaned forward and her titties pressed against his muscular chest. He 
wrapped his arms around her butt. His hands were full now, instead of with 
titty, with butt cheek. 

"Squeeze," she grunted. "Squeeze hard." 

He rolled her ass flesh in his strong fingers. He pinched off big bites of 
fresh butt roll. Then he plunged a digit up her tight anus track. He shot 
his finger high up into his sister's bowels. He rubbed around in the tight 
shit tube while his sister's pussy squeezed and gushed on his jumbo prick. 
"Good," he told her. "That's the way, Rita. Fuck my penis really hard." 

She went slamming up and down, sliding back and forth, bending his fat 
hard-on with her pussy. She went from side to side. The big juicy stick was 
all the flesh she needed to make herself happy and gushing. "Oooh," she 
moaned and pulled and pushed on his tool with her twat muscles, "I love your 
joint, Mark. I have to have more of it in my body. Please screw me hard, 
Mark. Really hard." 

He hammered upwards to give his sister what she wanted. Then he fired off 
his jism. Long spurts of come filled the back cavity of her incredibly 
heated and wet hole. The come just kept coming. He spurted and the juice 
filled up Rita's flesh cave. 

"Shit," she moaned, gushing herself, "I love jism." Then she hopped off his 
rod and planted his still squirting meat in her face. She sucked up the 
remaining drips of jism juice and swallowed it all down. She used the come 
to fill her belly. She used her hands to massage the base of the no longer 
pounding joint. She rubbed and milked it with two hands. She gave him a 
first-class rubdown that he would never forget. She used her tongue to 
cleanse his meaty rod, scraping with the wet muscle to get off all the juice 
and all the extra sperm that his balls had pushed out. "I love to suck and 
fuck with you, Mark," she sighed, laying back finally. "Nobody fucks me the 
way you do." She cuddled in her brother's arm. 

"Is that so?" asked Mark. "Nobody?" 

"No one," she said. 

"When we first started you were a virgin," said Mark. "I know," she said. 

"So who else have you been fucking?" asked Mark. "You said no one fucks the 
way I do, so you must have somebody, or some people you're comparing me to. 
So who is it?" 

Rita blushed. 'There isn't anyone else," she said. But she knew he had her, 
that he had caught her, not that it really mattered. "I swear Mark, 
that...." 

"Tell the truth," he said. "I don't care. Who is it that doesn't fuck as 
nice as I do." He had a big smile on his face. "I'll bet I can guess, 
though." 

"You can not," she said. She lay back next to him. She was nude, and so was 
her brother. She was blushing, however and he was not. He started to stroke 
her loins, but she took his hand away. "You have no idea who else I fuck. 
Besides, it's my private business." Again Mark stroked her long tanned loins 
and her thigh. He lay on his side and rubbed his finger down between her 
legs. "You could never figure out who I've been fucking in a million years." 

"You want me to guess?" said Mark. 

"No," said his sister, taking his hand off her leg again. "Why do you keep 
touching me?" she asked. 

"I thought you liked it," he said. She smiled and he kissed her on the lips, 
gave her his tongue. She Frenched back, and their little fight was over. He 
pulled his tongue out of her face and headed for his sister's sweet and 
large chest. He picked off one cherry nipple with his quick lips. Then, 
tugging on the thing, he stroked it from inside his mouth with the tip of 
his mouth organ. "Oh, yeah," she moaned, "it's nice like that." Mark 
continued to rub his tongue into his sister's slick mammaries. He splayed 
his meaty mouth muscle along the flesh hillside then went down into the flat 
valley. Soon he arrived back at her face and he kissed her again. She 
accepted his long wet tongue with her open and passionate mouth. "You're 
good," she said when he pulled away. "You're really good." 

He climbed onto her body and stuffed her full of his wet hog. "I'm going to 
screw you the way you like it," he told his sister. "You'll be begging for 
more when I get done with you. You'll want my prick in your pussy all night 
long." Then he started drilling in her honey well. The head of his meat 
landed back in the rear canyon of her cunt hole. He went deep and long in 
one tremendous stroke. He filled her full of hot cock meat. "Ooooh, shit," 
she cried out. "I'll beg you right now: fuck me. Fuck me really hard, Mark." 

He rolled his big flesh prong way inside her body. Long gushing pieces of 
cunt flesh coiled around his stiff rod of sex muscle. She swayed her hips 
and managed to jerk on the head of his meat with her pelvic bone. She used 
her clit to rub against the rigid portion of his cock. Soon he was pumping 
his organ faster and faster in and out of her great slick hole. "Ahhhh," she 
sighed, "I love it, Mark. Screw me hard." 

He continued to pound. But at the same time he chose to wrap his fingers 
around the flesh of her buttocks. He kneaded those ass cheeks until finally 
they were pink and hot and sweating. He stuffed a knuckle's worth of finger 
up his sister's bunghole just to be sure she knew how lucky she was. His 
joint slid down her cunt tube another notch, at the same time. 

"Oh, fucking-a Christ!" she hollered. "That's good, good, good!" She rubbed 
her pelvis, the flat portion of smooth flesh between her hips, along his 
pubic forest. His meat twisted inside her luscious cunt hole. She had a 
perfect wet grip on his phallus and she used it to advantage. She squeezed 
and rocked on his meaty joint, both at the same time. She reached down 
between her legs and fiddled with his nuts while his long penis continued to 
rub in and out of her hot wet cunt slot. "Oh, yeah," he muttered, "just keep 
on rubbing." 

She rolled his testicles between her bony fingers. She used her other hand 
to play between his ass cheeks. Her face was blushing crimson when her 
brother filled her mouth with his muscular wet tongue. "Mmmm," she hummed, 
sucking his long mouth organ into her throat. "I love it," she said when the 
kiss was over. "I love to fuck and suck with you, Mark." It was then that 
Mark let go of his full shot of jism. The first squirt landed deep in his 
sister's cunt hole. He slammed his meat hard and the hot pudding went 
streaking around in the back of her soft cave. "Shit," she grunted, "that's 
so fucking fine." She waved her hips on his magic want: "Do it more." 

Naturally, he continued to squirt hot come into her body. Her cunt lips and 
interior fleshy muscles squeezed, milking the juice out of his spurting 
organ. The second and third squirts of semen juice were as strong as the 
first. Then came a machine gun and rapid fire series of tough pulses that 
scattered come here and there along the walls of his sister's hot twat box. 
Finally, he let go of her, and though he was finished shooting off in her 
body, her pussy muscles continued to squeeze and jerk his hot rigid dick 
muscle. 

"I love it," he said, laying limp on top of his sister's warm body. He 
leaned to her left titty and squeezed it with both hands. His lips 
surrounded and captured the cap and nipple. He sucked up the bud of cherry 
ripe flesh. There were chills and there was sweat, and her titties were 
happy for his licking tongue. "Mmmmm, yummy," she cooed, continuing to rock 
around on his spent but rigid flesh rod. "You give me hot and cold flashes," 
she told her brother. "I love it." 

"Good," said Mark who now extracted his rod. He licked his sister's mammary 
glands a couple more times. The pillowy soft pieces of chest flesh were 
ready for even more stimulating effects. Mark rubbed them with his tongue 
and then crashed next to his sister's hot body. "I'm tired," he said. "I got 
to rest a bit." 

She smiled and stroked his wet joint. "I know, Mark," she said. "That's 
o.k." She waited a moment r before she crawled down between his legs and 
licked off the excess juice, both his and hers. She used her fingers to curl 
around the base of the meat, and she used her lips to suck up whatever was 
there. She finally used her tongue in the last moments of the suck. Going 
here and there on the fat shank, she rubbed his muscle down from orgasm and 
into a more natural but less lusty state. Mark closed his eyes and looked a 
lot like the ass he did when his sister first began working on his crotch 
muscle earlier that morning. He was ready for a nap, at least, and maybe a 
couple hours more sleep. Somewhat gratified with the pleasure her brother 
had given her, lovely luscious Rita Spencer retreated to her own bed: "I 
wonder when Daddy's going to be home," she sighed to herself. "Maybe he'll 
finish me off." 

IX 

Rita Spencer didn't have to wait long for her father to get home. She was 
laying nude in her bed with the sheet covering only a portion of her body 
when both her parents walked into the bedroom. "We're back," said Rita's 
mother and father. 

"Oh, hello," said Rita. "Where'd you go?" 

"Oh, a little shopping, a little breakfast," said her mother. "Cover up, 
though, darling. After all." 

Mr. Spencer winked at his daughter who covered herself up. Her brother was 
still asleep. "What's gonna be happening now?" she asked her mother. "Well," 
said Mrs. Spencer, "I have to go out for a while, but your father's going to 
take care of some gardening." 

"Yes," said Mr. Spencer. "A little bush trimming." He smiled knowingly at 
his-daughter who caught his meaning. A short while later Mrs. Spencer had 
left for the rest of the day, leaving Mark and Mr. Spencer and Rita alone at 
home. It didn't take long for Rita to pop out of bed, into the shower, and 
from there into her father's waiting open arms. "I missed you, Daddy," she 
told him, settling her nude bottom in his naked lap. "I really did." 

"We better be quiet," said Mr. Spencer. "We don't want your brother to be 
waking up." He got up off his bed and shut the door to the master bedroom. 
"There," he said, his massive joint swinging back and forth as he approached 
his lovely little girl. "I'm going to screw your brains out, little 
darling," he added as he tacked her down to the bed. "You're going to get 
some fine fucking." 

Rita smiled and opened her lips. "I sure hope so," she said, and then she 
kissed her father long and hard on the mouth. She gave him all of her sweet 
young tongue and he did the same, French kissing her back with his juicy 
mouth muscle. His crotch stick was rubbing against the inside of her sweet 
moist legs. "I like the feel of your body, darling," he told her. "It's nice 
and smooth and warm." He went down to her titties. There he picked off one 
of her sweet nipples. He applied his tongue and rubbed up and down along the 
highly caressable titty tip. He sucked the thing back and forth between his 
lips and used his tongue to caress the very tip. Then he went sliding up and 
down along his daughter's hilly chest. "Mmmm," she hummed to him, holding 
his head in her hands, "I like it when you do that." 

"Good," he said, "because I intend to do a lot of sucking on these mammary 
glands of yours." 

She watched him work for a bit and then she asked: "Why do men like 
titties?" 

"I don't know," said her father, "but they sure are soft and tasty." 

"Why do you like them, Daddy?" she asked watching her father caress her 
nipples and tits. "I mean you can tell me." 

"I like them," said Mr. Spencer, "because they feel good in my mouth. I like 
to rub them and suck on them. It makes me feel good. Especially big breasts 
like yours, darling." 

"Are my titties really big?" she asked, fishing for a compliment. 

"As big as your mother's tits," said Mr. Spencer. "I like hers too." And 
with that he ended the conversation by filling his talkative daughter's 
mouth with fresh tongue meat. He jammed his mouth muscle down her throat and 
forced her to shut up so that he could enjoy the feel of her soft young 
flesh. He knew that the time wasn't far away when a woman like his daughter 
would not be interested in him at all. He intended to take full advantage of 
his little girl right now. He slid up and down along her heated and feverish 
body, rubbing his joint especially against her legs, his face against her 
boobs. "Ahhhhh," he sighed, "this is perfect." 

From her chest he worked his way down to between her legs. He kissed smooth 
brown stomach on the way. He landed at her cunt. "Did you douche today?" he 
asked. 

"Yes," she said, "just a little while ago." 

"Good," said Mr. Spencer. "I want to eat a nice fresh pie." He rubbed her 
cunt lips open with his fingers. He inspected the sweet beaver dish in front 
of him. There were a couple of flaps of flesh that oozed juice and then the 
dark tube beyond. He stroked the lips of the pussy hole with his long ready 
tongue. From there he went deep, drilling for her clitoris. He located 
Rita's twat penis and rubbed it up and down. 

"Oh, good," she said. "You found it right off." 

"Of course," said her father, "the easiest thing in the world." He continued 
to probe at his lovely daughter's meaty little twat muscle. "Mmmm," he 
hummed on it, "isn't that nice?" 

"You're telling me," she said, waving her hips from side to side. "Nothing 
could make me feel better." She smiled and reached down and took his head in 
her hands. She rolled his face in her cunt hole. He reached in with his 
tongue and caressed the hot little pussy joint. He flicked it up and down. 
His daughter wailed: "Fuck it good, Daddy. Fuck it really hard and good." He 
continued to roll her pretty and slippery clitoris beneath the tip of his 
tongue. He chewed the surrounding flesh with his lips. He sucked the hot 
joint stuff into his mouth and swallowed. He loved the taste of her fresh 
young cunt, and nothing could have made him stop eating his daughter. "You 
know," he finally said, having to come up for air, "you have the sweetest 
cunt I've tasted since your mother. How about that?" 

"You really like it, Daddy?" she asked spreading her long tanned loins 
wider. "I mean really?" 

"I sure do," he said, going back for more of the pie. "But I'll tell you 
what," he said suddenly interrupting himself, "why don't you roll over and 
let your Dad get a feel of your asshole, too? Eh?" 

She smiled quickly showing him her splendid white choppers and thick wet 
lips. "I'd like that," she said, turning over slowly. She gave him a 
sensuous look at her long legs and then into her butt-hole. 

"Yes," said Mr. Spencer, inspecting his daughter's lovely ass. "Very, very 
nice." He smiled and leaned down to press his tongue muscle between her 
slender rounded ass cheeks. He rubbed his mouth organ into the rump crevice. 
He filled the crease and brushed it up and down to make sure it was plenty 
wet. He wanted to know for sure that her lovely tube was good and 
well-lubricated before he started plowing it, though his daughter didn't 
know for sure that that was what he had in mind. He smiled and continued to 
lick around and stimulate her sweet ass flesh. 

"Oh, Daddy," she cried out, "I love that tongue of yours. You ream me better 
than anyone ever did." She rolled her buttocks in her father's hungry 
licking face. She reached back and pulled her soft creamy cheeks open so 
that he could get even more mouth muscle up her asshole. "Really get it in 
there," she begged. "Stuff me up good." 

He was only too happy to comply with each and every request his daughter 
would make of him. He stuffed her anus, he licked her sweet crotch, he 
kissed her ass flesh. He was sure to rub his finger in and out of her cunt, 
to rub her clit, to massage the back wall, too. He used his free hand to rub 
her titties, also. He rubbed the nipple, the mound of breast flesh, and he 
even tweaked the titty tips-all of this while concentrating at the same time 
on drilling her ass tube with his tongue. It was a splendid ass ream, one 
that his daughter would never forget. 

"Oooh," she hollered, "it's so fucking wet, Daddy. I think it's time for you 
to fuck me." 

"Yes," he agreed, and she started to turn over thinking to show him her cunt 
tube. But sh fe some pressure on her neck and she was not able to turn over. 
She was forced to remain on her belly. "What's the matter?" she asked. 
"Don't you want to fuck my cunt?" 

"Yes," said her father, "but in a minute." With that he lifted his hot joint 
up to the slot between her ass cheeks. He rubbed back and forth in order to 
give his meaty flesh prong a good long feel of her ass crack. The underside 
of his powerhouse meat caressed the tops of his daughter's ass cheeks. He 
kept one hand tightly squeezed around her nape just to be sure she wouldn't 
try to move in the wrong direction. The other hand played gracefully along 
her available butt space. He worked his joint, slowly but surely, down 
toward the entrance to Rita Spencer's terrific bunghole. "It's going to hurt 
at first," he cautioned her, "but then it'll be good. Are you ready?" 

"Ready for what?" she asked. "Daddy, I don't understand." 

"You will," he said. With that he forced the head of his mushroom joint down 
into the entrance of her asshole tube. 

"Uuuuhh," she grunted, "it's too fat for that. You can't...." 

But it was too late. Mr. Spencer wrapped his hand around her waist and held 
onto his bucking daughter. He slammed his meat down the length of her 
rocking shit tube, filling the anal cavity as quickly as possible. He jammed 
her chock full of hot bony pecker meat. He felt the long tubular muscles of 
her ass crotch squeeze shut on his joint. She immediately began to sweat. He 
felt her swell with sexual lust and heat as she wailed out: "Oh, please, go 
easy, please. Oh, no. Please. Stop." She continued to wail while he jerked 
his meat in and around her sphincter muscle. The tight tube was one long 
terrific rub for his thick feverish phallus. "Mmmm," he hummed, "that's 
perfect." Before lovely Rita knew what had happened, her father yanked his 
meaty joint out of her shit tube. 

"Oh, God, Daddy," she said, "next time you have to warn me you're gonna do 
that." 

"Alright," he said. "Consider yourself warned." He started to mount her 
again. 

"Wait," she said, "let me get some lubricant in there." She reached to the 
bedside drawer where she knew her mother kept some sort of grease. She 
brought out the tube-it was oil-and spread some along her father's hot cock. 
Then she applied a gob of the stuff to her asshole. It ran everywhere so she 
had her father put it in. He took the tube of thick oil and stuffed the end 
of the applicator up her asshole. He squeezed on the tube and the runny 
viscous oil shot up into his daughter's bunghole. "There," he said, capping 
the tube, "that ought to hold you." 

"Yeah," she said, "that's a little nicer." 

Her father prepared to mount her rear end again. "Ready?" 

"Stick it in," she said, reaching back and holding her buttocks open for 
him. "Go and fuck my asshole, Daddy. I'm ready." She waved her butt as 
though that were some special proof. Her cheeks were delectable, her tube 
was open. 

Her father took his well oiled joint and applied the mushroom head to the 
entrance. He jammed the long stick of flesh down the tight anal corridor. He 
rubbed his fat meaty rod in and out of the slick shit canal. 'That's nice 
and smooth," he sighed in her ear. He was flat across her body except where 
his joint was stuffed in her butt, and his face was next to her face. He 
rubbed his hot rigid penis in and out of her rump, enjoying every inch of 
her tight cavity, getting the big butt fuck of his life. "I like it," he 
murmured in her ear. "Your mother likes it this way, too. Do you?" He waited 
for her reply. 

But Rita was blushing so severely, and she was so hot and lusty and orgasmic 
from the feel of her father's joint in her cavity, that she could hardly 
speak. She rolled her hips, though, and her father took this to be an 
affirmative response. "Oh, yeah," she said finally. "I like it." But her 
voice was soft and broken, unable to say more. "I like it." 

He pulled his meat out of her butt tube and said, slapping her playfully oh 
the buttocks, 'Time for the real thing, honey. Roll over again." 

She rolled over and looked at her father's meat. "Can I clean you off 
first?" she asked. 

"Of course," he said. "Good thinking." His daughter grabbed up some Kleenex 
and rubbed his meat up and down with it. She rubbed and dried her father's 
fat penis. Soon the grease was off, as was the shitty matter, a coating from 
her asshole, and he was ready for some lubricating suck action. She threw 
the tissue over the side of the bed and leaned between her father's legs. 
She applied her thick wet lips to the task of rubbing his meaty joint wet. 

"Good," he said, watching her work. "Keep that up." She splayed her tongue 
out across the head of his prick and she wet down every inch of the big firm 
muscle. She worked on the thick shaft and she coiled her tongue around the 
huge base. Finally she stroked up and down and made sure that all of the 
head was thoroughly coated with her wet saliva. Soon she had him as wet and 
ready for fucking as any man can be. "O.k.," she said, sitting up out of his 
lap, "I think you're ready." 

"You know what?" he asked softly. 

"What?" she asked. 

"You're right." He smiled. Tm ready. You?" 

"Yu p," she said. She lay back and spread her long tanned loins. She had a 
cute beaver, as he well knew, and the thick lips were wet and slippery. He 
looked at the hole and nodded his head: she was hot and willing and hungry 
for his meaty pecker. He leaned down between her thighs and applied his long 
stiff rod. "There you go," she said, feeling his bone slide into her cunt 
space. "Right on in. A home run. Touch down. Good shot. Bull's eye." 

She rolled her hips around and around on the skewering arrow of flesh. Her 
father's meat was like a big hot spike, taking her over the coals. He rubbed 
in and out of the precious space and gave her all the roughshod fuck action 
she could possibly use. He used his meat like a malleable tool, rubbing and 
bending, bending and rubbing, just so. He made her hotter and lustier than 
she could ever remember being. She loved the feel of her father's joint 
rubbing around inside her body, almost as much as she appreciated the cock 
action her brother gave her earlier that day. "Oooh, shit," she moaned, "I 
love it. Fuck me hard. I love it so much that I need to be fucked really 
good and hard." She rolled her hips up and down, and the hot prong continued 
to go deep inside her flesh cavity. "Mmmmm," she hummed, and her interior 
folds of squeezing succulent flesh began to juice all over his rod. "Do it 
to me," she moaned. "Do it hard." There was gush everywhere-slippery, 
oozing, hot wet gush. 

Her father began a steady rhythm. He would pull back, just before the 
outside of her juicy lips, and there he would begin back in. He stroked long 
and hard, plunging his hefty rod of penis meat in and out of her slippery 
grabbing cunt muscles. He continued to ride her body in this manner until 
she started shouting: "Oh, God, I'm coming. I'm coming!" At that point he 
slammed even harder, deeper, longer. The strokes had terrific thrust power 
and filled up the tight space of his lovely little girl's cunt. 

A moment later Mr. Spencer began to come. His daughter's flow of ooze 
triggered his own orgasmic fuck. The spraying semen juice went shooting off 
out of his cock and into her hot wet flesh. He filled her up, flooded the 
moist canal, in five quick spurts. The rest overflowed the hot canal and 
ended up dripping into a puddle between their rocking sweaty bodies. He 
yanked his spent meat out of her cunt and crawled away on his side. 

She followed him, however, and worked her face down into his crotch. There 
she attacked his joint with her tongue and lips. She sucked him up into her 
face and worked away on the tip of his mushroom head. She made sure to get 
every last drop of his come into her face. She swallowed it all down, too, 
and then pulled out of his lap. Her luscious pretty young face was blushing 
and heated. "Ahhh," she said, "Daddy, you give a good fuck." 

"Thanks to that pretty pussy of yours, Rita, it's no big deal at all." He 
smiled and looked down at his daughter's open dripping twat. "You better go 
clean up before your mother gets back," he said softly. "Or before your 
brother wakes up." She hopped off the bed and her big soft titties bounced 
this way and that as she made her way out of the bedroom and into the bath, 
there to douche for the second time that day. She'd managed to fuck both her 
brother and her father in no less than five hours. 

X 

Mrs. Spencer arrived home late that afternoon. And Mark Spencer didn't wake 
up until early evening. He was exhausted from the morning fucking with his 
sister, and from the long hard hours he'd spent fucking both his mother and 
his sister in the previous weeks. So Mr. Spencer and his daughter had no 
trouble at all covering their tracks. 

The next day the situation was reversed. Mr. Spencer had occasion to visit 
with an old college buddy, and his daughter spent the day with a friend from 
Dover High. This, naturally, left Mark and his mother alone in the house. 
Once again they were able to take advantage of their sexual interest in each 
other. 

"How do you want to do it, son?" asked Mrs. Spencer over the morning coffee. 
"Do you want to sit on my face today? Or maybe stuff my asshole? I like it 
like that, you know." 

Mark appreciated his mother's interest in anal fucking. But as for himself, 
he enjoyed the fuck up her shit tube, but he preferred, for the final 
consummation, a good run in her cunt. "Why don't we play it by ear?" he 
suggested. He was sitting in his underwear, only the cotton briefs, as his 
mother saddled up along side him. "Anyway you like," she whispered in his 
ear, "is fine with me." She let her hand slide down along his bare chest and 
belly. She arrived at the briefs. "Do you like a little rub from the 
outside?" she asked, stroking the developing lump in his underwear. "Or do 
you prefer that I go right down on it?" 

"I like it all," he said. "You know me, Mom. Whatever makes you happy." He 
watched his mother's fingers travel along his husky thighs. She worked her 
agile digits around the place in his pants where his cock had begun to 
spring to life. "You're getting good and stiff," she said. "It's nice to see 
a young man get hard like a rock. I like that." She grabbed at the 
protuberant underwear. "Good," she said. 

"Really good." She squeezed what could only be his massive cock meat. 
"You're going to give your mother a good hard screwing today, son. Isn't 
that right?" She smiled and crawled down under the kitchen table between 
Mark's legs. "Let me get that thing out so that I can work on it." She 
reached between the elastic band and his muscular stomach. She pulled the 
underwear down off his hips and around his ankles and off his feet. Then she 
stared up between his spread legs. "My God," she groaned, "I love that big 
thing." She reached up and attacked his crotch muscle vigorously. She peeled 
the pubic hairs gathered around the base of the root back and away. She 
patted them down and clenched in her tender fists her son's stiff 
fuck-stick. "There," she said, milking him casually, "isn't that nice?" 

Mark couldn't see what his mother was doing without looking under the table. 
But that didn't matter so much because she was giving him a tremendous 
thrill whether he knew how or not. He tried to imagine what she was doing. 
The feel of her tongue was unmistakable. The thick portion of her wet mouth 
muscle spread out across the head of his rod and licked him clean and moist. 
He liked that feel a lot. It was like running a piece of wet satin across 
his meat. "Mmmmm," he said, "I don't know exactly what you're doing, Mom, 
but whatever it is, it sure is great." He pulled his chair away from the 
table to be able to watch his mother work on his cock. 

"Oh, yeah," he said, seeing her now. She followed his moving chair like a 
glued mouth on wheels. She stuck right with him and when he stopped moving 
she slid her hands under his buttocks. She was on her knees between his 
spread legs with his joint in her mouth and her hands under his ass. "Mmm," 
she hummed, sending chills up and down his boner. "That's nice." 

She worked her hands along on his buttocks. She'd palmed his cheeks, and now 
she was kneading the flesh of his ass. She used one finger to play with the 
entrance to his bunghole. Meanwhile, she continued to suck on the thick hot 
rim of his mushroom crown. Before long she had him exuberant and highly 
aroused. "Mom," he moaned, "we got to get into bed." He reached down and 
pulled around her head. He brought her up to his belly and then off her 
knees and to his face. She sat down with her robe spread so that her smooth 
ample thighs rubbed around his leg. She kissed him on the lips with the same 
mouth that had been eating his crotch and fuck-stick. She gave him all of 
her tongue and then pulled away. "You're right," she said, "we better get 
into bed." 

He brought her up to his belly and then off her knees and to his face. She 
sat down with her robe spread so that her smooth ample thighs rubbed around 
his leg. She kissed him on the lips with the same mouth that had been eating 
his crotch and fuck-stick. She gave him all of her tongue and then pulled 
away. "You're right," she said, "we better get into bed." 

He followed his mother to the master bedroom, the same place where the day 
before his father had fucked his sister. He climbed into bed with his mother 
who was slipping out of her robe. He pushed her back and her slippery thighs 
spread open. He fell down between her legs and opened her hot cunt lips with 
one swab of his tongue. 

"Oh, God, Mark," she cried out, "are you going to eat me?" 

"Mmm, yes," he said, sucking up one lip and then the other of her big bushy 
vagina. "I'm gonna eat your hole into ecstasy, Mom, just the way you did my 
cock." He probed the inside of his mother's fleshy pussy with his tongue. He 
gave her a long drilling with the tip of his mouth muscle, and then he 
applied a quick rubbing action to her clitoris. Soon she was rocking and 
rolling up and down with her beaver pie in his mouth. "Oooh," she wailed, "I 
love that, Mark. You're my special son." She slipped her hands down along 
her belly, thinking that she might take his head between her spread fingers, 
but then she decided to work on her titties. She picked off her own cherry 
buds and rubbed the nipples while her son continued to lick in the 
sap-producing space between her comely legs. "Good!" she gasped. "Really 
fucking terrific!" 

Mark plunged his long sword-like mouth muscle in and out of his mother's hot 
cunt until she begged him to use his cock. He then climbed up around her 
smooth belly and beyond. He skipped her crotch, for the time being, and 
brought his phallus to rest between her big juicy titties. He took one large 
tanned breast in one hand and one in the other hand and pressed the big soft 
bobbies around the shaft of his joint. His mother's chest was hot and 
smooth, and the feel of her succulent breasts rubbing against his shaft was 
enough to make him come right then. He pulled away in order to save himself 
for the final squeeze in her pussy. 

"Oh, shit," she moaned, "grind it into me, honey. Com on and fuck me." She 
reached down and palmed her son's hot penis. She took the rigid piece of 
flesh in her hands and used it like a tool, as she would have used a dildo. 
She placed the mushroom beef steak inside the confines of her sweet hairy 
cunt lips. She pushed him down a little further, still handling his meat 
with two hands by the base, and rubbed his cock head against her hefty thick 
clitoris. She managed to get the clit meat rubbed so quickly, and so 
thoroughly, that before she knew it the inside of her body was twitching up 
the ladder toward orgasmic ecstasy. "It's gonna be so fucking hot," she 
whispered in her son's ear, and then she licked his ear and sucked it with 
her thick juicy lips. She continued to rub her cunt with his hot young thick 
meat. 

"Oh, God," he hollered, "I love to fuck my mother! I love it!" 

"Good," she said softly, in contrast with his loud voice, "but you better be 
a little quiet or the neighbors are going to begin to wonder." She let loose 
of his hot dick with her hands and curled her palms around the back of his 
ass. She pushed down and got herself another couple of inches of hot beef 
steak up her twat hole. That's good," she said. "That's really fucking 
good." She was referring to his new fuck stick action. He was sliding in and 
out of her hot wet hole, giving her all the muscular pussy action she could 
possibly desire. His meat hammered down through her body, tacked her to the 
bed. "Uuuuuuuhhh," she grunted, "I love it." 

She kneaded the flesh of his ass cheeks and even poked around in his anus. 
She came out and took the same shit juiced finger and rubbed it along her 
lips. She sucked off her finger in order to lube it. Then she plunged the 
digit back between her son's buttocks and rubbed and wet down his ass 
crotch. "You're good to me, honey," she told her son. "You screw me just 
right, Mark. I love it." She continued to play with his bunghole while he 
screwed his meat in and out of her pussy hole. Everything was slippery and 
wet, coated with ooze. A puddle of clit juice had begun to form on the 
sheets underneath them. 

"It's gonna be a big orgasm," said Mark, "when it happens." 

"For me, too," said his mother. She waved her hips from side to side as if 
to underscore the face that she was having a good time and expected a 
top-drawer orgasm. "It's gonna be terrific." She worked her pelvis up and 
down and around. His joint continued to rub to and fro inside her meaty 
flesh dish. It was a long sliding feel for them both. Soon, Mrs. Spencer 
began to use her meaty cunt muscles to squeeze and milk her son's hot hard 
hog. The cock responded in kind, throbbing a bit, running her through a 
little deeper than usual. Their bodies smacked together like applause as the 
gush continued to flow from Mrs. Spencer's hot honey pot. "Ahhhh," she 
sighed, "it's good." 

"Yeah," said Mark, "only I think I might come pretty soon now. Are you 
ready?" 

"A few more strokes," she said. "Get my clit with the head of your meat and 
I'll be orgasmic." 

He aimed for the tip of her clit with the crown of his meat. He caught it on 
three perfect shots and started the chills climbing in his mother's belly 
and chest. When the hot and cold flash arrived in her brain, she let loose 
with her come juice: "Oh, fuck me! Shit piss fuck asshole cunt suck fuck me 
fuck!" She was oblivious to what she was saying, but her body was working in 
perfect unison with her son's hot rolling phallus. It was a good orgasm for 
them both, one that was quite satisfying. Mark had fired off at exactly the 
moment when his mother had begun to wail in ecstatic oblivion. "Mmmm," he 
hummed to her softly as he rolled off her sweaty tender body, "that was 
super, Mom. Really fucking super." He lay off to the side to catch his 
breath. 

She rubbed his legs with her hands. She turned around on her side in order 
to do so and her big soft titties drooped down on his chest while her hand 
toured his crotch. "Is that all you have for Mommy?" she asked as she 
fiddled with his swollen wet hog. "Just one quickie?" 

"Ah, Mom," he said, "I got more, but I got to take a little break now and 
then. You know how it is." 

She smiled, continued manipulating his joint and said: "I was just kidding, 
darling. You take all the time in the world." She kissed his manly nipples 
and worked her way up to her hands and knees so that she would eventually be 
able to swivel her face to his crotch. She kissed his belly with tender open 
mouthed kisses, rubbed his hips with her strong female hands. And she 
quickly arrived at his joint with her open mouth. "Now," she said, "you're 
going to get a really nice oral massage. You just lay back and relax." 

With that, Mrs. Spencer applied her open wet mouth to her son's large meat. 
She started by licking the tender sensitized head. She swabbed the crown of 
his mushroom head and worked her way down along the shank. She arrived at 
the base. 

There she curled her meat around the stiff prong. She also made sure to give 
his pubic forest a good long licking. Everything in his crotch was wet when 
she started back up the pole. She held it in her two hands and rubbed the 
head of the meat between her thick wet lips. Her tongue supplied enough 
lubrication for a donkey prick. It was all juicy and .wet as she licked and 
sucked her son's hot hard penis. "You know," she said, taking a short 
breather, "your meat is as big and rigid as your Dad's, and you're much 
younger than he is." 

"Interesting," said Mark. "I don't get it." 

"Just a little comparison," said his mother. She went back to licking her 
son's crotch muscle. She rubbed it up and down with her squeezing fingers 
and long narrow wet tongue. Soon she had him throbbing and ready for another 
hot fuck. "I think you're getting awfully hot," she said, watching the 
muscle glow with sexual energy. "Are you?" 

"Yeah," he said softly, "I think so." For some reason he pictured his 
sister's long hefty mammaries. He looked down at his mother's hanging tits. 
They were exactly the same: brown, tanned, soft and pillowy with pointy 
nipples and big mushroom colored caps. The titties were red and blushing 
with chill. "Your boobs are awfully nice," he said. "Bring one up here and 
let me lick it a little before we go in for another big screw, Mom. O.k.?" 

His mother laughed and said: "Of course, dear. Of course." She hung her 
chest over her son's hot willing mouth. He was hungry to lick her titties, 
to suck her nipples. She gave them to him one at a time. The first nipple he 
sandwiched between his tugging hot lips. She squeaked a little as he pulled 
the hefty mammary from side to side with his sucking lips. "Nice," she said 
finally, pulling her titty out of his face. "Try this one." She gave him the 
other breast. 

"You know," said Mark, using his hands to hold the titty off for an instant, 
"I love to suck your breasts, Mom. It really makes me feel good." Then he 
placed the smooth titty inside his mouth. He rubbed the cap with his long 
wet tongue and he sucked the nipple with strong moist lips. He gave his 
mother's chest a first class rub down with his hot mouth and muscular oral 
organ. Soon she was so hot and chilled, at the same time, that she had to 
have his cock in her cunt. 

"I need you," she begged in a lusty whisper. "Mark, my son, I need your cock 
up my pussy. Give me your penis." She didn't wait for him to supply her with 
the answer to her request. She climbed up around his hips on top of him and 
reached down between her legs where his big stiff muscle flopped against her 
ample tender loins. "I'm gonna screw myself silly with this thing," she told 
her son. "I'm gonna use it to make us both happier than ever." She placed 
her boy's meat in her cunt. To do so she had to spread out her pussy lips 
and get the sap producing hole open. It took her just a minute or two to get 
it done. Then she slid his long fat phallus into her body. "Uuuuuhhh," she 
grunted, "it's bigger than ever, Mark. It's so fucking fine. She rolled her 
hips and looked at her son. "Mark?" she said. "Is something the matter?" 

Mark had a strange look on his face, something his mother had never seen 
before. He was staring out across the room in the direction of the door way. 
"I love your joint," she said, rolling her hips one more time to try and 
gain his attention. "I love fucking you. We've had such good times I don't 
know how to tell you." She leaned down and kissed her son on the lips while 
she had his cock stuffed up in her cunt. He still didn't respond. "Is 
something the matter?" she asked. "Are you alright?" 

Finally Mrs. Spencer looked in the direction of the doorway where her son 
had been staring. She, too, was quite surprised: there stood her daughter 
and her husband, both of whom had been watching for quite some time. 

XI 

It took a while for the Spencer family to straighten out their meaty 
problem. For one thing, Mark was under his mother when his father entered 
the room, and it made him feel at a slight disadvantage. For another he 
suspected that his father and his sister had been balling for sometime, but 
he didn't want to mention that right off-it was his "ace in the hole". 

Mrs. Spencer, after she recovered from her feel of embarrassment, knew for a 
fact that her daughter would probably not have much to say: after all, the 
two of them had, only the week before, been balling together. So mother and 
daughter could always stick together, and a united front would help in this 
sticky situation. She slowly but surely crawled off of her son's hot pecker. 
She was waiting for her husband to scold her, or make fun of her, or 
whatever it was he would do on discovering the incest going on under his 
nose, in his own bed. 

But, of course, he couldn't say much either because Rita and he both knew 
that they were as guilty-if guilty is the word-of incest as Mrs. Spencer and 
Mark. She he was somewhat reluctant as to what he should say. He hesitated 
and then came over and sat down on the bed next to his naked son and naked 
wife. Mrs. Spencer was dripping hot ooze from her twat and the stuff was 
puddling between her legs on the sheets. She started to apologize, but her 
husband raised his hand and told her not to speak even a single word. He 
motioned for his daughter to have a seat next to him, but that first she 
should undress. She did, and so did he, and then everyone sat around while 
he spoke: 

"I think we all have to admit that we've been balling. Let me tell you, 
darling-" He directed this to his wife, "-that I've been screwing with our 
lovely daughter, with Rita, and that I rather enjoy it. Similarly, I enjoy 
fucking with you. That's one reason why I don't mind seeing you have a good 
time with Mark. It makes me happy to see that our family is so sexually 
oriented. It's good for the soul. So I don't want anyone to be feeling bad 
about what they've been doing." 

"Oh, God," said Mrs. Spencer, "I was hoping you'd say that. This is 
wonderful that we're all together." She smiled and scratched an itch in her 
crotch. "It pleases me that we can all get along so well together." 

"In that case," said Mark, "maybe I should be the one to tell you that Rita 
..." 

Rita winked at him. He didn't know whether he should go on or not. Then he 
continued, despite Rita's heavy blush: "Rita and I have been balling 
together, too. It's been a lot of fun and we've been having a good time-" 

His father stopped smiling for a moment. He paled at the thought, and then 
caught up with himself. "I suppose," he said, admitting as he had to that 
his son had as much right as he did, "that it's for the best." 

Mrs. Spencer ached for a moment. "You mean to tell me that all these weeks 
you've been screwing Rita as well as me?" She was irate, but then, she, too, 
had to admit that it was only fair that her daughter and son have an equal 
opportunity to ball each other. She smiled and said: "I suppose you two are 
adults now, and, well, I guess it's going to be alright after all." 

"That's right," said Mr. Spencer, "this bed is big enough for all of us." 
With that he took his wife in his arms and forced her down on her back. "Oh, 
Spence," she moaned, "that's so nice." His hefty hips filled her pelvis, and 
his big crotch muscle filled her leaking twat the same cunt that only 
moments before housed her son's long fat penis. "God," she cried out, "this 
is going to be fabulous." Over, her husband's shoulder she directed Mark and 
Rita to enjoy themselves. "It's only right," she said. "You two fuck too!" 

Rita climbed up on Mark's body and took her mother's former position. She 
spread her legs. Her cunt was oozing lubricant well before she ever entered 
the bedroom because her father and she had been discussing the possibility 
of a quick fuck before they discovered Mark and her mother. That was, in 
fact, the reason they'd come to the master bedroom together. So she was 
quite capable of sliding right on down on her brother's hefty wad of cock 
meat, scooping the thing into her wet slippery hole, and getting herself 
going right off. "Oooh, shit," she moaned, looking over at her father and 
mother who were balling, "this is going to be great." She rubbed her cunt up 
and down on her brother's hefty sword of flesh. She ran herself through with 
the thing, in fact, and before long her clit was twitching and her interior 
flesh was squeezing, all of this because of her brother's long hot prick. 

"Mmmm," hummed Mark, "that's the way to get me going, sis." He looked over 
at his mother who was on her back with his father's huge phallus fucking 
her. "Look at Mom and Dad go, Rita," he said to his sister. "Aren't they 
something." 

"You keep Rita hot," said Mark's father. "In a minute we're going to switch. 
So you get ready, eh?" 

"Sure," said Mark. "Ready whenever you say." He plunged his hefty meat 
upwards into his sister's hot rolling pelvis. He filled her with as much 
flesh spike as she could possibly use. She wailed with delight as his great 
flesh poker stabbed her in the cunt. "Ahhhh," he sighed, "that's the way to 
move, sis. It's really fine." She leaned down and pressed her fingers around 
his manly titties. She pressed her lips to his lips and filled his mouth 
with her tongue. He enjoyed the feel of her big mammaries rubbing against 
his chest as she sucked on his tongue and his joint with her mouth and her 
wet pussy hole. Her fabulous wet interior flesh muscles were working out on 
his long fat rod as he screwed up and down inside her body. "Uuuuuh," he 
grunted, "I love it, Rita. You're a great sister." 

Meanwhile, his father's long phallus was doing up his mother. Then at just 
the crucial moment, Mr. Spencer said: "Alright, everyone, let's switch." He 
pulled his meaty rod out of Mrs. Spencer's hot cunt and lay down in her 
place. Mark's sister climbed off of her brother's hog and crawled over her 
mother and onto her father's erect and wet penis. She settled down on his 
joint. Mrs. Spencer slid sideways and Mark took the same position, his body 
on top, that his father had been using on Mrs. Spencer. He jammed his hefty 
rod of cock flesh into his mother's soaking wet clit box. He rubbed around 
long and hard. The whole family was wailing with ecstasy. 

"Shit," grunted young Rita to her father, "it's so fucking good to have your 
joint in me again, Dad." She rode up and down on his long prick. She waved 
her hips from side to side and enjoyed every inch of her father's hefty 
meaty bone. "You have such a big fuck-stick," she told him. "I love it." 

And meanwhile, Mark Spencer continued to fuck his mother's hot pussy. He 
slid down deep in her soft fur, between her luscious labial lips, and 
screwed her fleshy pussy. He filled up the hole as best he could. She moaned 
up to him: "Oh, Mark, isn't this nice?" He leaned down and took her titties 
in his two hands. He rubbed the hefty mammaries from side to side. Then he 
tweaked his mother's nipples. They were cherry red buds, indistinguishable 
from the same organs on his sister's chest. She was well-preserved that he 
didn't honestly know if he preferred Rita, his sister, or his mother. He 
loved the feel of their hot smooth breast flesh in his hands. He kneaded the 
flesh and continued to pound his meat into her hot hole. "Ahhhhh," she 
sighed, "yes, son. That's the way to do it. Screw your mother up good!" 

She rolled her hips under her son's banging phallus. Her cunt squeezed on 
his hefty joint. There was plenty of juice everywhere, and Mark took every 
advantage of the fact by jamming his meat several times in a row into the 
hot wet hole. "Mmmm," she moaned at him, "do it to me hard, son. Really fuck 
your mother hard!" 

Simultaneously, his sister Rita was working her sweet pussy up and down on 
Mr. Spencer's long pecker. She was rolling her cunt lips open and squeezing 
her father's meat with all the hot muscle action she could possibly give 
him. She used her insides to give him a good slippery wet feel. Her clitoris 
was twitching with delight because of the feel of her father's long phallus 
up inside her cunt hole. "Do it to me, Daddy," she moaned. "Do it to me 
really fucking hard." 

A moment later lovely Rita began to gush on her father's sword. She spread 
juice everywhere. She spilled her come up and down his thick bone of cock 
flesh. She squeezed and rolled and went orgasmic on his thick massive joint. 
"Mmmm," he hummed to her, "that's the way, darling. That's just the way to 
make me hot." And with that, Mr. Spencer began to spray his juice around 
inside Rita's sweet squeezing hole. He gave her eight or nine hefty wads of 
hot semen juice, every one of which triggered chills in Rita's sweet flesh. 
"Ahhhhh," they both sighed together, "that's just right." Rita climbed off 
of his joint and dripped come and juice along his leg and onto the sheets. 
She was wet and sweaty and ready for more sex. She and her father watched 
Mark and his mother finish off. "Look at them go," said Rita. "Aren't Mom 
and Mark terrific?" 

Indeed, Mark was pumping his mother's hot pussy with all the strength his 
body could supply. He was humping and grinding and stuffing his mother's wet 
cunt hole with a massive thick boner. His joint could be seen, occasionally, 
flying in and out of Mrs. Spencer's juicy wet beaver. Suddenly, Mrs. 
Spencer's lovely tanned flesh became orgasmic, too. "Oooh, Kee-fucking 
Christ!" she hollered. "I'm coming, son. I'm coming all over your bone. Fuck 
me hard, Mark. Really slam it in, Mark. Fuck me! Shit piss fuck me!" 

He wailed as hard and as fast as he could in his mother's hungry twat. He 
gave her all the hot penis meat he had, and his body went slapping like 
thunder as he bombed in and out of her pussy. He gave her a full screwing, 
tacking her down to the sheets, skewering her with his strong-as-steel 
branding iron. A moment later he, too, was coming, spilling his boiling 
semen into his mother's honey pot. "Ahhhhh," he sighed, "oooooh, yeah, Mom. 
That's the way to move." She was revolving her hips around and around on his 
thick, squirting penis. 

A few minutes later the entire Spencer family was" sprawled out arm in arm 
in various states of half-consciousness. For the time being they were 
sexually exhausted and much in need of sleep. But it wasn't long before 
supple Rita Spencer opened her eye on her brother's meaty pecker. And the 
look in her face meant only one thing-that she was hot and lusty and horny, 
and ready for more of that good old family sex. It didn't take her long to 
get everyone else involved, too. 

And that's the way the Spencer household spent the rest of their summer 
vacation. 


THE END
