XE-903  Getting It Together
(Jeff Linsey)


CHAPTER ONE 

"Sit your fucking ass down!" hollered Tom Benson. "No son of mine pulls that 
kind of shit on me!" He slammed his fist at the table. "Lemme tell you 
something, young man, if you think-" 

But it was no good. Charley was up and across the living room. His father 
could hardly believe his eyes. 

Vera lunged forward, tried to stop him. "Listen to your father, Chuck. 
Please. For my sake." She begged him to listen. 

Charley jerked his arm from her hand. "No, Mom, it ain't right. I'm tired of 
his storming around drunk and thinking he knows it all." He looked back, 
glared at his father, and opened the door. "What you gonna do now, big man?" 
He sneered and walked out. He didn't bother to shut the door behind him. 

"Big fucking deal," shouted Tom Benson after him. "So you can run away and 
leave the door open!" He stepped to the frame. "Does that make you a big 
shot Charley? Eh?" He kicked the door, and it swung shut with a loud crack. 
"Fucking teenage ass-hole." 

In her bedroom at the rear of the house Tina Benson buried her head in a 
pillow. She'd heard the squabble before, countless times. It always ended 
the same way, with her brother and her father in a rampage, the house an 
emotional shambles. She waited for a moment of total silence. Then she 
tentatively pulled her head out from under the pillow. She knew by the quiet 
that everything would be OK, at least for a little while. She went back to 
applying her make-up in the desk mirror. 

"Lemme tell you something, Vera," said Tom in a much more reasonable voice, 
"that son of ours has got another thing coming if he thinks he can parade 
around here like Prince Charming and then give me a lot of bull." 

"It wasn't all his fault," said Vera. She stepped away from the living room 
window. On her way to the table she retied her terry cloth robe. Still, much 
of her lovely shape could be been. The long V where the robe hung loose 
around her pendular breasts framed a sensuous portrait of mellow and soft 
flesh. When she leaned forward to pour herself coffee, Tom slid a hand onto 
her chest. "You still love me?" he asked with her tit cupped in his 
squeezing plam. 

She looked down at his red face. The alcohol he drank had caused large veins 
to appear on his bulbous nose. His eyes looked slightly jaundiced, bloodshot 
and tired. He had a days growth of beard because he never shaved between 
Friday morning and Monday morning and it was, that night, Friday. There were 
cardboard gray sweat stains in his tattered white t-shirt, at the pits, on 
his chest. She could see the hairs underneath. He was asking her if she 
still loved him. 

"You know," said Vera, taking hold of him by the wrist, pulling her boob out 
of his hold, "sometimes you make it hard for me." 

In one quick move he grabbed the lapels of her terry cloth robe, and what 
once had been an open portal to the smooth skin of Vera's chest became the 
thing by which her husband nearly strangled her. He yanked her down into his 
face, close so that she could smell his breath, count the veins in his 
eyeballs. "You suck me off just to prove you love me, honey, and everything 
will be just fine." 

He used his free hand to grab her by the nape of the neck. When he had a 
good hold he pushed her down to the floor. 

She knew how to get onto her knees without hurting herself, the way he would 
like it. She waited for him to get his pants down. He didn't trust her, so 
it took time for him to both hold her by the neck and to pull his trousers 
off, too. But a minute later he had her face in his lap and his limp pecker 
ready. 

"OK, " he ordered her, "go to it, Vera. You prove who's side you're on." He 
used both hands to hold her by the side of the face. "Come on," he said, 
pulling her brutally towards his prick, "get licking, honey. I haven't got 
all night." 

She looked up at him and wondered if he knew how far gone he was. His pecker 
was so soft and he had had so much to drink that she wondered if he could 
even get an erection, let alone enjoy a blow job. But she knew that if she 
didn't get down on him there would be hell to pay. 

"OK, Tom," she said. "I'm going to do it but-" 

"You're God damn straight you're going to do it." He threw his head 
back-without letting go of hers-and cackled: "Fucking-a right you're going 
to do it!" His teeth were yellow and his laugh sounded ugly and vicious. 
When he looked back down at his lovely wife she was wetting her lips. 
"That's right, honey," he said. "I want it nice and juicy." 

She looked up, smiled as best she could, and then opened her mouth. Had she 
told the truth, it would have been that she really did love him, but that 
she didn't like to be treated like an animal. But even so, the chance to 
suck his cock gave her a thrill. So she leaned into his nut nest and began 
licking. She used her long tongue on his open loins. She kissed the hairy 
insides of his thighs and he pressed her up against his dick. 

"Come on, honey," grunted Tom, "get down into it." 

She blushed, just from the feel of his long cock against her face, and tried 
as best she could to give it a good licking. He pulled her face back so that 
she could get at his still limp joint with her mouth. She finally had him 
slipping in and out of her open lips. 

"Yeah, babe," he moaned. "Now you got the idea. Lick that dick of mine." 

She used her tongue to wrap his hot cock with wet saliva. Soon his entire 
joint was wet and shiny. "You're getting hard," she said, letting his 
phallus fall out of her mouth. 

"Don't bother with the commentary," he told her. "Just get me sucked up." 

"Yes, Tom," she said obediently. Her pretty face was getting heated, 
blushing, because if he was mean to her, she loved to have hot prick to play 
with. She lifted her hands and supported the long pecker. He was not yet 
hard, but it looked like he soon would be. 

She braced his flesh stick with one small fist. Her smooth palm rubbed 
against the slippery flesh of his joint. "It's going to be nice," she 
muttered between his legs. "It's going to be good and hard." 

"You bet your fucking life it is," he said. He began to weaken. His hands 
wandered along the curve of her head, down through her silky sandy blonde 
hair. "Vera," he said, "I'm sorry if I was especially cruel to you." He 
combed her hair with his fingers and stopped at her smooth shoulders. Both 
hands held her there. "That's all right," she said, licking his pole one 
more time. "I understand." 

"It's just that Charley really gets me mad sometimes," he confessed. 

She gave his mushroom head a kiss with her puckered lips. "I know," she 
sighed. "It's such a shame that my two favorite men have to fight like 
that." She slid her hands up and under his buttocks. 

Tom lifted himself off the kitchen chair. Vera's smooth palms landed under 
his ass cheeks. She now held him from underneath and his cock rested between 
her lips. He was firming up. 

She used her tongue to lick the underside of his meat. "It's so soft and hot 
under here," she told him. One long lick ended at the head of his red joint. 
There she coiled her tongue around the ridge of the mushroom head. 

"Oh, Vera, honey," he grunted, "that's nice header, babe." His hands 
squeezed her shoulders. He reached one hand down into her smooth chest. With 
hungry fingers he toured her large left breast. He searched for her nipple, 
found the erect flesh bud, tweaked it and moaned: "Mmmmmm." 

"Yes, honey," she said, taking one hand out from under his ass and applying 
the agile, smooth fingers to his cock shaft so that she could support his 
prick while she spoke, "you have a nice firm pecker for me to suck on, don't 
you?" 

"Is it getting firm?" he asked softly. Then he looked down. He was sobering 
up. "My," he said, "I didn't realize I was getting so hard. You like that, 
eh?" 

"You bet I do," she said, livening up to her husband's hot meat. "It means 
you love me." 

"Yes," he said, "it sure does." He looked from side to side wondering if 
anyone could hear him say such a thing: "I love you, Vera." 

She was busily sucking his blooming hog into her face. She rubbed her lips 
back and forth across the sensitive head of his meat. The hand which she'd 
left behind under his ass cheeks began to work at the groove in his ass. She 
kneaded the hairy buttocks, and then she worked a finger into his bunghole. 
She stuffed a knuckle's worth of flesh up into his shit tube. 

"Uuuuhhh," he groaned as Vera sucked his cock and reamed his ass-hole. Her 
free hand rolled his testicles, too. "Mmmmmm," she hummed on his rod. "Yum, 
yum, yum." She literally nibbled on the shaft of his hot cock. He grew 
bigger and bigger, so much so that she could hardly fit half of his monster 
organ in her face. 

"It's big, eh?" he muttered in bucolic ecstasy. 

"Very," was Vera's terse response. 

"Yeah," he sighed. "So big that you could suck it all night long, huh Vera?" 

"Yeah," she said. Then she hummed on his joint to make little vibrations 
shake the boner and travel the distance of his rod. The vibrations 
disappeared somewhere in his groin or in his rock hard nuts. "Hmmmmm," she 
hummed again and again. The sound waves went to work shaking his tense dick. 

"Ahh," he cooed, totally relaxed now. "That's what I call good suck." 

Vera let loose of the base of Tom's joint. With that hand she untied her 
robe and slipped out of it while she continued to suck on his hog. When she 
was fully undressed, the robe had fallen around her waist, she leaned up 
against him and took his prick out of her mouth. She rubbed her naked chest 
up against the underside of his joy stick. She used her sweetest voice to 
ask him: "You like that, honey?" She pressed her big soft bosoms against the 
sides of his shaft. His cock rode up close to her chin. "Is it good like 
that?" 

"Yeah," he muttered, leaning his head back and not bothering to watch. "I 
like it all, babe. It's all good for me." He sat in the kitchen chair 
getting the best treatment she could give him. "I like to give you this kind 
of a rub," said Vera. "It makes me feel good, too." 

Vera's chest had blushed crimson, and now her face was going rosy, too. She 
was getting hot, almost despite herself. She wondered what she would do to 
satisfy herself. It looked like Tom, no matter how big his cock was going to 
be, would not take responsibility. She continued to rub against his stiff 
penis, hoping that maybe she would get her fair share of hot pleasure, too. 
She could feel juice begin to leak in her twat. 

Then, suddenly, Tom said: "Come on, let's get down on the floor." He pushed 
her away from his point. She pulled her legs out from under her so that she 
could go down for him. On the cold kitchen linoleum, with a part of her 
terry cloth robe for a pillow, he spread her out. 

"Open up that cunt, honey," he said, sliding down on her body. He had his 
pants down, but that was all. He still had his shoes on, his t-shirt on. 
When he laid down against her nude chest she slid her hands, beginning at 
his buttocks, up along his back. She rubbed his sweaty shoulders and then 
worked back down to his ass cheeks. 

"I can't find your God damn pussy," he swore. "Where the fuck-" 

She reached down and took his prick in her hand. She used the base like a 
handle and pressed him into her wet, flesh breach. "There," she said, still 
not letting loose even though the head of his meat was between the folds of 
her gushing cunt. "Can you feel it?" 

"Of course I can feel it," he said. 

But she didn't think that he could. He was still too drunk to really land 
his cock inside her tube. So she pushed his penis down in by manipulating 
the thick base. She guided his pecker the way she would have guided a 
plastic dildo. "Ahhh," she sighed, lifting her knees when he was firmly 
entrenched in her slippery tube, "you're in, Tom. You're in." 

"Yeah," he said a little sloppily.. "I'm in. I'm in your fucking twat." 

"Yes, darling. Isn't it nice?" She pushed her hips up into his crotch. Now 
that he had got her going, she didn't want to let go of her chance. After 
all, she hadn't asked to be heated up and made ready for the sex, but now 
that it was happening, even if he couldn't manage it, she wanted to take a 
go at getting a good, healthy orgasm. So she rocked her smooth pelvis and 
hairy pussy up around his flesh stick with the thought that just maybe, 
despite his drunkenness, she might be able to get a decent fuck out of her 
husband. 

"You're hot," he observed as Vera wrapped her smooth loins around his face. 
"Vera, you're fucking hot!" 

"Yeah, honey," she said. "That's right." 

"How about that?! " he moaned. "I'm drunk and she's god damn fucking hot!" 

"Mmmmm," she hummed, spreading her thighs so that more of his meat would 
slip and slide between her twat lips. "I'm hot." 

He reared back and slammed his pecker into her cunt. "How's that, honey? 
Good and hard enough ? " 

"Ooooh, yes," she grunted. But the fact was that he was considerably weaker 
from the drinking he'd done than he admitted. So his flying leap was really 
just an average thrust, and Vera's cunt took no special pleasure from his 
supposedly virile thrust. She wondered if she would be getting the fucking 
she deserved. 

"Vera, honey," he groaned, "I think I'm gonna be coming in a minute." 

"Oh, no, darling," she begged him, "you have to wait for a minute. You have 
to wait just a little while, Tom, just until I get a little hotter." 

"Fuck you," he said, rocking his hips on her smooth pelvis. "You just keep 
those pussy muscles good and tight." He jammed his poker in and out of her 
for three solid strokes. Then he came. 

"Oh, God," she sighed, the jism giving her a unique pleasure. She could feel 
the sperm, what there was of it, crawl up her slick tube. Then the orgasm 
was over. "I wish you wouldn't drink," she whispered in his probably deaf, 
drunken ear. "It would be so much better if you didn't drink, honey." 

He was nearly asleep on top of her. They lay like that for a moment or two 
on the kitchen floor. The light was yellow and bright. She could see the 
wood cabinets, some of them open, a few of the dishes stacked on the sink. 
She wondered where her son had gone. 

Tom's prick shriveled inside her pussy. He was getting soft already. Perhaps 
he was asleep and drunk and passed out on top of her. 

Vera lowered her legs. Tom's joint slipped out of her hole. "Oooh," she 
sighed tearfully, "that's such a waste." 

"What?" asked Tom, clearly not with it at all. He slid off her body in a 
stupor. 

Vera looked down at her own smooth legs. There was jism dripping down one 
thigh. Some of his orgasm had missed her cunt all together. She wondered to 
herself how she had expected him to satisfy her. Her heart thudded against 
the inside of her chest. She was still hot and lusty, horny for more hot 
cock in her pussy tube. She wanted more sex, more fucking, more sucking. She 
rolled Tom over on his back. He was a big man and it wasn't easy to do. But 
even then, with his legs spread and his cock easily available to her, Vera 
couldn't bring herself to play with it. She pulled up his pants as best she 
could. She even tried to wake him up and put him on the couch. After a while 
she gave up. 

A few minutes later Tina showed up in the kitchen doorway. "He passed out, 
eh?" 

Vera looked up from where she sat on the floor of the kitchen next to her 
ornery, dozing husband. "Yeah," she said not looking directly at Tina, "he 
passed out." 

"What are you gonna do, Mom?" asked Tina. 

Vera didn't look at her daughter. She knew that the teenage girl could 
understand the problems they were having. She wondered if maybe Tina would 
be able to avoid such problems in her own life. "I don't know," she said. 
She pulled her terry cloth robe around her legs. She was still hot and 
horny, but she didn't want Tina to have to think about any of that. 

"You go on out, darling, the way you planned. I'll take care of your father. 
Go on now, and have a good time." 

"You want me to help you get him into bed?" 

"Well, maybe just to the couch," said Vera. She took Tom Benson by the arms. 
"Can you get his feet?" 

Tina leaned down and took her father's feet. When she leaned forward Vera 
noticed that Tina had her own full chest with big ripe nipples that were 
budding like cherries. Her teenage daughter had already turned into a fully 
developed woman. 

They had Tom close to the couch when he suddenly woke up. "What the hell is 
going on here?" he grumbled, wriggling free of their loose grips. Then he 
climbed on his own onto the couch where he passed out again and soon began 
snoring. 

"Well," said Tina, combing back a lock of her sandy blonde hair, I better be 
going, Mom, if I'm going to get to sport's night on time." 

"You go ahead," said Vera, tying off her robe again. She noticed her 
daughter's full chest again, and her long legs. Even under the loose blouse 
it was plain to see that Tina had the lovely breasts of a nubile high 
schooler. She wore neat white shorts that showed off her finely sculpted, 
shapely tanned legs, too. Her bobby socks were rolled down so that even her 
ankles were plainly visible to anyone interested in a complete view. "Will 
you be OK? " she asked her mother. 

"Oh, sure," said Vera. "You go ahead now. When your father wakes up I'll 
make him some coffee and he'll apologize and we'll make up. He's really not 
the ogre he makes himself out to be. Go on now, darling, you have a good 
time." 

Tina gave her mother a winning smile, and then she left. 

Vera had hidden her true feelings. She sat down in the kitchen chair and 
spread out her legs. She stared at her husband while she stroked her hot 
loins. She was still hot and lusty from the earlier sexual contact. She 
wanted to have for herself just one small, quick orgasm. She felt for sure 
that if she could get her finger going inside her twat at just the right 
angle, for just a few accurate strokes, she could get her clit hard and 
twitching. 

So she spread out her thighs and rubbed the smooth skin between her legs. 
like her teenage daughter she had smooth ample loins. Her bush was a 
slightly darker color blonde than the hair on her head, and this mousy hair 
was wet with fresh ease juice and sperm. She slid her finger down into the 
hole below and searched out her clit. 

"Uuuuhhh," she moaned softly out loud as she found the firm little piece of 
sex meat. Chills crawled up her legs under her robe. Her thighs went 
momentarily cold, then hot and moist with the surge of sexual energy which 
had originated in her hot wet twat. Her skin tingled. 

She used her other hand to pull, to tug, and to tweak her full titties. She 
pinched her nipple on her right tit and let out a small squeak. Her 
finger-fuck masturbation was well underway. While she manipulated her 
clitoris and pulled and rubbed her breasts, she stared across the room at 
her husband's jism covered, sticky limp pecker. It looked like a fat flesh 
worm. She longed for it to be hot and stiff, like a big bone, and then, she 
fantasized, she would sit on top of that flesh joy prong and slide up and 
down on it inside her twat. While she thought things like this, she flicked 
her middle finger up and down against the slippery erect clitoris inside her 
twat tube. 

. She began to breath heavier and faster as her fantasies about having a big 
joy stick inside her took on color. She imagined her husband's dick being as 
stiff as a rock, the way it was when they first married. She wondered, 
secretly, what it might be like to be young again, to fill her pussy with a 
feverish flesh tool like her son's, for example. 

After all, she thought to herself as she pushed and pulled at the slippery 
insides of her honey pot, she was still considered by her friends and many 
men to have a lean supple body. There were men her boy's age who often told 
her that they could not believe that she had a son sixteen and a daughter 
fifteen. It was only natural, as she masturbated herself, that she think 
about a hot young cock penetrating her hungry wet pussy. 

The more she fantasized, the more the juice gushed from her hole. She spread 
her legs wider, even propped up one knee by putting her foot on the seat of 
an adjoining chair. She continued to finger fuck herself. The lusty heat 
glowed in her blushing pelvis. 

Suddenly, the front door to the living room swung open. Luckily Vera had her 
back to the door. She jerked her hand out of her twat and pulled her robe 
over her legs. Startled and momentarily frightened, she swung around with a 
fearful look on her face. 

"Don't be afraid, Mom," said Charley, "it's only me." He could see from the 
look in his mother's eyes that she was surprised by his sudden reappearance. 

"Oh, Chuck," she sighed with relief, "you scared me." 

"I know, Mom," he said, closing the door softly with a wary eye to the couch 
where his father lay in an alcoholic stupor. He whispered the rest, tip toed 
to her side: "I didn't want to leave you alone for very long with Dad. He 
was in some state tonight." Charley sat down alongside his mother at the 
dining room table. 

"Yes he was," said Mrs. Benson. She stared for a moment at her husband. His 
cock was laying exposed. She excused herself for a moment and took a blanket 
from the back of the couch and covered him. When she came back to sit next 
to her son she said: "He gets a little carried away sometimes." They were 
both blushing. 

"Yes," said Charley. "That's putting it mildly." 

"By the way," she said, still a little distracted from the delightful 
finger-fucking she'd been giving herself, "I thought you were right about 
what you said. I mean I think your Dad was wrong." 

"Awe, Mom, you don't have to say things like that. I know how you feel." 

She liked his young voice, his long dark hair-curly the way his father's 
once was-and she ran her hand through the thick locks at the back of his 
head. "I'm not just saying that, Chuck," she told him. "I really do mean it. 
After all, you're a grown man now and if you decide to go out with this or 
that girl, well, it's your business." 

"He was jealous," said Charley with a keen insight. "That's why he was angry 
at me. Sue's a pretty girl and Dad knows it." 

"Yes," admitted Vera, "that's probably what it was." A thought flashed 
through her mind, a picture of herself and her son rolling nude alongside a 
babbling brook. She blushed and looked away. 

"Mom?" said Charley. "You OK? You're all red?" 

"Oh, it's nothing," she said. "I was just thinking about-" She stopped 
midstream. She saw her son's cock-in her fertile imagination-piercing her 
vagina; he straddled her from above and jammed his huge, young pecker, which 
she hadn't seen since he turned fifteen, down into her open and greasy cunt. 
"Oh, my," she muttered. "I just can't seem to cope." 

"What is it?" he asked her. "Are you worried about something, or what? You 
keep looking away and turning red, Mom. What is it?" He put his hand on her 
thigh and shook her. "Mom? You still there?" 

She snapped out of it and took his hand in her own. She lifted it up to her 
face and rubbed her cheek against the back of his arm. "I'm just tired, 
Charley. Your mother's just a little tired." She kissed the back of his 
hand. 

"Maybe," said Charley, glancing over her shoulder to where his father lay 
and then looking back at her, "maybe it's something more." He, too, blushed. 
His eyes went momentarily glassy. 

She turned and looked at him. Mother and son were only inches apart. Their 
faces were heated, red, blushing. Charley swallowed hard. Vera smiled and 
her lips parted. "Yes," she said in a lusty whisper, "yes, it's something 
more." She reached slowly toward his young muscular thigh. Her hand slid up 
to his crotch and squeezed the knot of blue-jean and zipper that could only 
be his penis. 

"Oh, Mom," said Charley, "I don't know if-" 

"I know for a fact," she said not letting go and looking over her shoulder 
to be sure that her husband continued to snore, "that we shouldn't." She 
tugged on the flesh knob between her son's legs. "It feels nice, Mom," he 
whispered, "but,. " 

"Don't worry," she said softly as she rubbed the bulge, "I've seen your 
father like this before, and he'll sleep for hours. We're virtually alone." 
She smiled and brought her other hand along side his other leg. Now both 
palms slid slowly back and forth between her son's legs. She looked from his 
face to his crotch and back at his face again. "Do you like that?" she 
asked. 

"Sure I do," he said. "But what about Tina? What if she-" 

"She just left for sport's night," Vera reminded him. "She won't be back for 
hours." Her two hands arrived at his balls. She spread his legs and leaned 
down to get a better grip. Her tits fell forward, out of the loose lapels of 
the terry cloth robe. 

"Oh, God," moaned Charley. "Mom!" 

She looked down at the source of her son's excitement. "You like my tits?" 
She removed one hand from his crotch in order to palm her breast. She lifted 
the titty up to his face, leaned close enough that if he wanted he could 
suck on the erect, cherry red nipple. "Go on," she said, "kiss it a little. 
Suck it." 

His eyes filled with lust. They turned to shiny glass and he leaned forward 
with his tongue protuberant between his lips. The tip of his mouth muscle 
brushed the tip of his mother's red, glowing nipple. Then his puckered lips 
surrounded the tubular flesh bud, and he sucked up a full mouthful of her 
fine breast. She even had to remove her hand in order to permit him more of 
her luscious tit flesh. 

"Oh, yes, Charley, this is the way it should be!" she groaned. "Your father 
used to know how to do it, but not any more. Now it's all gone. It's all up 
to you, Charley. Just you and me." She used both hands to rub the crotch of 
his pants while he continued to suck on that one titty. He'd since lifted 
his hands and fingers in order to get a good hold on the luscious full 
titty. He held it like a baby bottle and kneaded the flesh while his tongue 
circled, licked and swabbed the hot brown cap and bud. "That's just right, 
Charley," Vera said as she massaged his groin, "just the way it ought to 
be." 

For a moment the snoring on the couch ceased. Tom Benson's heavy breathing 
fluttered, and he rolled sideways. Charley's heart stopped altogether, as 
did his active tongue. He dropped his mother's tit and pushed her hands out 
of his lap. Finally his father settled back to sleep with his face to the 
back of of the couch. 

"Come on," said Mrs. Benson with a smile and an outstretched hand, "Let's go 
someplace a little more conducive to love making." 

Reluctantly, her son reached up and took Vera's hand. He followed her into 
the bedroom at the back of the house. "Are you sure, Mom, that this is a 
good thing to do ? " he asked her on the way there. 

"Of course," she began, "if you'd rather not." 

"It's not that I don't want to," he said, "but what if Dad wakes up, or what 
if sis comes home? It'll be a real mess then, won't it?" 

"I'll take care of everything," she said. Loosening the tie around her robe, 
she fell to her knees in front of him. "Let your mother take care of 
absolutely everything!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Vera's experienced hands toured her son's trim waist. Even on her knees she 
had no difficulty undoing his belt, pulling down his trousers and getting 
his underwear out of the way. "That's what I've been looking for," she said 
when she saw his stiff prick. It nearly popped out and hit her in the eye. 

"Mom," said Chuck, "are you going to suck my cock?" 

She gripped the hefty base of the meat. His pants were in a crumpled heap 
down around his ankles. His shirt tails hung on either side of his erection 
and covered his nuts. So with one hand fisting his meat, and with the other 
sliding up between his legs for a quick tour of his ass cheeks, Mrs. Benson 
answered her son's question with a smile, "Yes, of course." She leaned 
forward and guided the mushroom head between her lips. Her finger drilled 
his bung-hole. 

"Oh, my God! Mother!" he hollered. 

She released his prick and shot her hand upwards to cover his mouth. "Not so 
loud," she said. "Your father sleeps heavy, but we don't want to press our 
luck." 

"Sorry," he said when she removed her hand and went back to working out on 
his meat. "I forgot," he whispered. His mother's finger twirled in his 
ass-hole, and her tongue rubbed back and forth across the mushroom head of 
his meat. He especially liked the way his cock twitched every now and then 
when she gave a good long lick to the shaft. 

"You know," she said during a much deserved breather, "I think you have the 
same big prick that your father has. I mean it has the same shape and all." 
She leaned back to inspect and admire the glistening flesh pole. "There's 
even a similar bend." Her finger stroked the place where his cock curved 
sideways and upwards. "Look at that," she said, "it's just so pretty!" 

She leaned forward and kissed the head of his meat. Her son's cock began to 
throb vigorously. "Oh, no," she said, "you can't come just yet, honey. You 
have to wait for Mommy to get her kicks, too. It's not fair, really, unless 
you wait." 

"I'll wait," he told her, "but do you think it'll be very long?" 

She put a finger to her lips. "Let me think about this for a minute. Maybe 
it would be better to have you come right now. I mean you're a young man, 
you tell me. Can you get another boner like this one? I mean for your 
Mother, for me?" She held on tight to the one boner in her hand. 

"Of course," he said, "sometimes I pull my meat two or three-" He stopped. 
He'd said too much. He was embarrassed. He never wanted his mother to know 
that he jacked off. It wasn't right for her to know something so personal. 

"Now, now," she calmed him, "don't you worry about that. I know lots of men 
who masturbate. It's the best thing for them, too. Much better than going 
around with all that sex making you horny and mean and nasty because you 
can't get laid. Perfectly natural," she reassured him. "Besides, just before 
you came home and your father had left me hanging, what do you think I was 
doing?" 

"Oh, no, Mom, I don't want to know." 

"I was finger-fucking myself," she told him. "And there's nothing at all 
wrong with that." She stopped and said: "Where were we? Oh, yes, so you can 
get another big hard-on?! Well, that's just fine and dandy. I'll suck out 
your jism off this one, and then we'll get you good and stiff to give your 
Mom the ride she's been waiting for. How's that sound?" 

"Alright by me," he said. "Go to it!" He took his cock in his own hand, and 
with a new feeling of abandonment guided the head of his muscle into her 
face. She opened her mouth, and the big stiff joint slid right between his 
Mom's lips. "Ahhh," they both sighed at the same time. 

Mrs. Benson sucked away on the stiff rod. She licked, kissed, nibbled, and 
gnawed. The flesh of the hairy rod was covered with her hot wet saliva. Soon 
she had him so greased that even though he watched her working on him, he 
could not tell what portion of his prick was under attack. What he could 
tell, however, was that soon, maybe on the next lick or the one after, he 
would shoot a massive load of come into his mother's face. "Mom," he started 
to warn her, "I think you better get ready for-" 

It was too late. Chuck Benson's penis jerked like a spastic muscle, and hot 
sperm juice squirted out on his mother's face. The first gob of it landed on 
her cheek. It flew across and hit the bridge of her nose where it dripped 
down to under her nostril and took up a resting place on her upper lip. Then 
it dripped some more and she had to use her tongue to suck it down into her 
mouth. 

The second j ism-spurt shot into her hair. She reached up with her hand and 
rubbed to be sure that was where it landed. "Yes," said Vera, rubbing the 
greasy, sticky juice around in her palm, "that's where you got me alright." 

"Mom," he pleaded with her, "won't you swallow it? Please?" 

"Of course, honey," she said. But while she spoke another piece of the 
stringy jism pulsed across the side of her smooth cheek and hung across the 
top of her ear, where the template from a pair of glasses would normally 
rest. It dripped on either side of that ear like a misplaced piece of liquid 
jewelry. "Oh, honey," she said, quickly grabbing his throbbing cock, "Let me 
get that juice down my throat." She sucked the head of his dick into her 
mouth. The ooze went piling down her throat, just the way it should, and she 
swallowed the remainder of what he had to offer. 

"Mmmmm," he hummed at his mother. "T can't believe you ate all of that so 
easily." 

"Oh, honey," she said, "you just wait until you see a few of the things that 
mother knows about. This is only the beginning." 

"Wow," said Charley. "I had no idea." 

"Oh, yeah," said Vera, "you young kids think you discovered sex, but 
meanwhile, while you're discovering it, we older folks are perfecting it." 
She smiled and rubbed his penis against her face. The slimy jism that 
dripped from the head of his meat greased and lubricated the path along her 
cheek. "See," she said, "how nice it is to be with an experienced woman like 
your mother?" 

"Oh, yeah," said Charley. He didn't want her to know that he hadn't been 
with any women except her, really. Of course, there were a couple of minor 
flirtations with a few girls here and there, but those were back-seat 
romances that weren't even worth talking about. He hadn't, for example, ever 
been in a bedroom with a woman until this night. He'd never had his cock in 
the cunt of a woman, and the few girls who had allowed him advances had 
certainly not permitted him to rub his cock against their faces. He'd had 
two hand jobs, to be exact, and on one occasion he had rubbed so vigorously 
against a girl while he danced with her at a friend's party that he came in 
his pants. But other than this ... but, well, he had to admit, his fantasies 
were just about the most active part of his sexual life. He had imagined 
himself with the best starlets, the hottest whores, the prettiest and the 
most regal personages of world politics. And with them, he'd done every 
trick in the book. But not in his wildest dreams had he thought that his 
real sexual education would begin at home, in his father's bedroom, with his 
mother. When he realized what was happening, he nearly fainted. 

"Charley? Charley?" she called to him. He looked like he was in a trance. 
She shook him by the joint. 

He came out of it. "Yes, yes," he said, "T was just thinking." 

"That's OK, " she said. "But I think it's time to get to work on making you 
stiff again. I'm still the only one around here who hasn't gotten a good hot 
orgasm. If you know what I mean." 

"Yeah, sure, Mom," said Charley. "What do you want to do?" 

"Lay down," she directed him. "This is one that always gets your father 
going." 

He spread himself out on the king-sized bed. The sheets smelled fresh and 
felt smooth on his skin. He was flat on his belly. 

"You'll have to get up for this one," she said. "On your hands and knees, 
Charley. Otherwise your mother's going to have a hard time working that 
joint of yours." 

"Oh, yeah," said Charley. "Sure." He propped himself up on hands and knees. 
His mother crawled in behind him. He could feel her soft boobies press on 
the middle of his back. Her cunt rubbed softly at the space between his 
buttocks. Small, wet pubic hairs brushed against his ass crease. "I sure can 
feel you in there, Mom," he said. "And it feels nice." 

"Just you wait," she said, reaching around his smooth muscular hips with 
both hands. She gripped his penis. "Tell me," said Vera, "if I go too hard." 
She rolled his meat back and forth between her palms. Gradually, slowly but 
surely, her palms worked their way down to his nut nest. When she was right 
beside his balls, she took his cock with one hand and his testicles with the 
other and pulled the different parts of his genitals in opposite directions. 

"Oh, God, Mom!" wailed Charley in a muffled voice. "Oh, shit!" His meat 
began to fill with another load of hot lusty blood. The boner took on shape, 
form, the necessary size of a big bone that could penetrate his mother's hot 
twat. "It's got to be big!" she said softly in his ear. "It's got to be big 
and meaty and hot. Otherwise I'm not interested." 

"Mmmmm," he hummed, feeling her hands tour his groin. She slid her palms up 
and down the inside of his legs. Then she grabbed him by the shoulders and 
rubbed her hungry twat against his firm ass cheeks. "Oh, my Charley, my 
son," she groaned, rubbing her slippery bush this way and that on his tough 
ass. "You're going to give Mom such a nice fuck that nobody would ever 
believe it." 

"If we told them," said Charley. 

"Of course not, honey," she reassured him. "Of course not." She rubbed her 
cunt against his ass, her tits against his back, and her hands against his 
cock. He had thrills all over the place. Soon Vera knew that her son's prick 
was as hard as need be. "You know," she said, "I think you're just about 
ready.". 

"Oh, yeah," he said, "I think so too!" He turned around and stretched out 
with his legs apart. His middle leg, however, stuck straight up like a tree. 
"Get a load of that," he bragged, proud of his second erection. 

"I expected nothing less of a Benson," said his mother. She was pleased as 
punch to see such a large juicy phallus. It was, in fact, the hot hunk of 
meat she'd been waiting for all night. She jumped down onto the hog cock 
with her face. "Let's just grease it up a bit before we go plowing my fields 
with it, eh?" She licked the wedge of cock muscle with her tongue. She went 
up the backside in one long stroke. She arrived at the crown and coiled her 
tongue around the hot pink rim. The inflamed sword throbbed in ecstasy. 
"Mom," said Charley, "I think you better start now." 

"Yes, of course. Time to fuck," she said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She climbed up 
on top of him. "Me on top for the beginning," she said with a cheery smile. 
"Just to make sure I get a little special kind of rubbing from this big hot 
pecker of yours, Charley." She lifted her crotch and spread her legs. With 
her left hand holding the meat at a slight angle, she rubbed the head of his 
pecker up along her smooth ooze covered loin until the tip arrived at her 
wet bush. There she pulled the poker away from the side of her leg and aimed 
it directly up into the twat tube itself. "Now, my son." Vera exclaimed, 
"I'm going to have a fantasy come true!" She let loose of the hot pecker and 
jumped down onto it. The meat went flying, sliding up at exactly the right 
angle, and landed well-placed within the confines of Vera's slippery, tight 
channel. 

Charley groaned, "Oooh, my god, Mother, you have no idea!" 

She smiled down on him: "That's where you're wrong, son. I know exactly!" 
She laughed and heaved her hips right and left. This weaving pattern-a kind 
of sloppy gyration-squished Charley's cock from side to side, and sent 
slippery chills and previously inexperienced tingles up and down his prick 
shaft. He moaned softly, "Fuck! What a thing! Fuck! I never. Oh, shirt! 
Fuck!" 

Mrs. Benson was all smiles. It was a great pleasure for her to be able to 
make her son so happy. Unlike her poor disheveled husband, Charley enjoyed 
the fuck, was awake for it, and was able to give, in return, a modicum of 
satisfaction. She was only too happy to ride him for as long as he wanted. 

"Is it the way you thought it would be?" he asked her at one point. "Is it 
good for you, Mom?" 

"You bet it is," she said, grinding her cunt across his prick shaft. "I 
never got this kind of meat so fast and so hot in all my life." Then she 
remembered a young sailor boy in New-York. "Well, almost never," she 
corrected herself. 

"Slide up a little," requested Charley. 

His mother slid up on his cock. He could feel, in this manner, her vaginal 
lips rubbing against the head of his prick. And when she came back down, her 
muscles grabbed even harder than before. "Oh, boy," he moaned, "I can feel 
those hot muscles of yours cranking me up good." 

She had to laugh at that. "Of course, son. T always use those tight little 
muscles to get a good prick the thrills it deserves. That way T get what I 
want, too." She laughed again and pressed her twat channel this way and that 
against the sides of his full, erect cock meat. 

"Oh, shit," groaned Charley to his mother. "Mom, give it to me harder, will 
you?! " 

She leaned down close to him. Her big fat titties rubbed on his lean, 
teenage chest. Her nipples, pointy erect buds, grazed and pressed into his 
chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her down close to him. 
Then he bounced, at first slowly, and then more quickly. Every bounce was a 
hot thrust into her twat chamber. His meat went further and further into her 
hot hole. She couldn't possibly resist his every shot. She squeezed and 
pulsed around his hefty, heavy duty meat. "Oh, my God," she cried to her 
son, "that's some of the best loving I ever got, Charley. Absolutely some of 
the best!" She reached down under his buttocks with her open palms, cupped 
his ass cheeks, and pressed his meaty sword even further into her hot box. 
When she found the time, and the passageway, she slid her finger into his 
bunghole. Thus she had a digit in his ass-hole, her titties rubbing against 
his chest, and sometimes his face, and her cunt tied to his penis. 

Charley felt the hot blood beat in his temples. He felt the surge of lust 
begin to rise in his groin, too. He knew that in a few minutes he would be 
firing that fresh juice of his all over again. His mother would have caused 
him to have an orgasm twice in only a little less than an hour. 

When he stopped to think that only a short while before he'd never had his 
cock in a cunt, and now, he'd not only been fucking, but with his lovely 
mother, he was just amazed at his good luck. "Ooooh," he moaned as she gave 
a particular good squeeze to his cock muscle, "oooh, my!" He rolled his hips 
so as to accent how much he appreciated the fine treatment his mother 
afforded him. 

"You get ready, Charley," she told him. "Brace yourself, cause I'm going to 
give you the final fling for the night, babe. Something you'll never forget, 
eh?" She lifted up off of him. 

Instinctively, Charley reached up for his mother's full titties. He grabbed 
the same breasts from which sixteen years before he had sucked milk. He 
tweaked the nipples, pulled on them, tugged at the hefty, smooth breast 
tissue. "Oh, Mom," he grunted, "this is the best thing that ever happened to 
me." He used one hand for one titty, one hand for the other. He had his 
hands quite full! 

"My, my," she said, "I do believe that my son's a regular Don Juan." She 
pressed his hands tight against her chest. "Rub those nipples around and 
make sure that I'm good and hot, hon." 

Charley was only too happy to give those paps the squeeze and tug they 
deserved. Nothing could have made him more content. Except, of course, the 
really hot contractions his mother's cunt was making on his meaty crutch. 

"Is it time for you?" he asked. "You gonna come, Mom?" 

"Any minute now," she said. "Any minute. You just hold on to my titties and 
enjoy the rest of the ride." 

Vera began to phase out. She wasn't quite all there. Her orgasmic lust was 
beginning to take over. Her face turned bright red, and her tits were 
covered with hot and cold flashes, chills. She was riding Charley's poker as 
though she were on a horse. She held on to his shoulders, braced herself and 
let her titties ride around any which way they flopped. If Charley held onto 
them, that was fine. If not, that was fine too. She was concentrating on 
other things. She leaned into the fuck, pulled and pushed on his pecker with 
her hot tight cunt tube. She could ply the meat, bend it, eat it with her 
experienced hole and the muscles within it. Most importantly, she knew how 
to get her clit snagged on the edge of his hot dick head. She could get the 
crown rubbing and grinding against her clitoris flesh and that in itself 
would make her gush like a broken fire hydrant. Soon she began to shiver, 
and it was evident, even to her inexperienced son, that something unusual 
was happening inside Vera's body. 

She bit down hard, bared her teeth, and suddenly stopped moving all 
together. Then, just as suddenly, she rocked back and forth vigorously. "Oh, 
my fucking God damn cunt tube!" she screamed. "Fuck me in the cunt hole, 
Charley. Fuck me up the tube!" 

Charley wasn't sure exactly what to do. He just kept drilling up into his 
mother's pussy in hopes that that would do the job. 

And do the job it did! For no more than a minute later there was a gush of 
juice so severe, so strong and so plentiful, that after the ooze had dripped 
off of his cock and balls a puddle formed down between Charley's legs. 

When it was all over Vera rolled her hips off to one side, and her slippery, 
satisfied twat juiced off, like a suction cup being peeled off glass, of 
Charley's glistening joy stick. 

"Oh, wow, Mom," he groaned, "that was really something!" 

"Yes indeedy," she agreed. "It certainly was that." 

"Do you think," began Charley with a question, but then he stopped and said 
nothing. 

"What is it, honey?" asked Vera. "It's me, your mother. You can trust me." 
She reached over to fiddle with his slimy erection. 

"Naw," he muttered. "Forget it." 

Then she realized what troubled him. "It's this!" she exclaimed tugging on 
her boy's prick. "You want to come!" 

"Yes," Charley admitted shyly. "That was it. But you don't have to if you 
don't want to." 

"Nonsense," said Vera. "Of course I do." She curled her index finger around 
the pillar of flesh. Up and down she jerked her hand. She was sure to catch 
the ridge of his mushroom head with her finger and thumb. Every stroke 
heightened Charley's developing passion. Soon his rod vibrated, and sexual 
fever spread through his loins. "Mom," he groaned, "did Dad ever have you 
pull his penis? like this I mean?" 

"Oh. shit yes," she muttered. "Countless times. I wish I had a dollar for 
every time your father made me jerk him off. I'd be a rich woman." She 
tugged harder on his tense bone. 

"Uuuuuhh," he grunted. "It's getting close." 

"Good," she said. "The closer the better. Nothing quite so nice as a 
tantalizing little tug of prick to make the time pass. Would you like a 
trigger finger in your ass-hole, too?" 

"What's a trigger finger?" he asked even though he could well imagine. 

"Here," she said, rolling over between his legs without missing a single 
stroke at his meat. "I'll show you." She shot one digit, her middle finger, 
up into the crater just outside his large bowel. Then she said: "When you're 
about to come, to shoot your wad, let me know. I'll jam this finger of mine 
up there and ream out your bunghole: trigger finger: you'll shoot your jism 
to the ceiling, that's how good it is!" His mother smiled happily. She was 
joyous with the pleasure she was able to give her loving son. 

"Uuuuuuhhh," grunted Charley. "I'm getting there. Getting mighty close!" He 
rocked his hips. Involuntarily, his meat swelled with passion. "Your dick," 
his mother said, "is getting so large I won't be able to use my index finger 
any more. I'll have to use my whole fist." Sure enough, she changed the 
arrangement of her hand around his flesh prong so that she could include 
that much more of his bulging muscle. "How's that?" 

"Nice," he agreed. "That's even better than before." 

Mrs. Benson cocked her trigger finger. She could tell that Charley wasn't 
far from ejaculation. Soon, she calculated, he would want that poke in the 
butt which would finish him off. She reached down to her twat with her 
middle finger and greased up so that it would be a well-lubricated digit 
which flew up Charley's small shit tube. "OK, " he said, his face turning 
beet red, "it's almost here. It's getting close. It's-" 

Mrs. Benson inspected his nuts. They had turned to flesh tones. Goose bumps 
filled the creases in the scrotal sack, and chill crawled up her son's 
thighs. She smiled, flexed the muscles in both arms, and slammed her finger 
up his ass-hole 

"Oooooh, shit me around!" wailed Charley. Jism spurted out of his penis. 
Vera quickly mouthed the organ and caught spurts two through ten in the back 
of her throat. When it was nearly over, she yanked her finger out of 
Charley's bunghole and cried: "That's the Benson jerk off! What do you 
think, Charley?" 

"Uuuuuuhhh," he grunted. "That's too fucking much, Maw, really!" He rolled 
over and tried to catch his breath. 

His mother followed him, however, wanting to make sure that this meaty flesh 
prong received the proper cleansing. She pressed her face up to his phallus. 
"Needs a lick or two more," she whispered. "Just for good luck." She swabbed 
the staff of meat with her long wet mouth muscle. The head dripped another 
sticky drip of greyish sperm juice. With puckered lips she kissed off that 
last drop, and she swallowed it, too. Almost out of habit, Vera Benson gave 
a quick last licking to the entire male organ. It was probably instinct, but 
she also kissed each ball. 

"Mom," said Charley, sitting up on the edge of his parents' bed, "I just 
don't know how to thank you." 

"Don't you worry about it," she said as she softly stroked his long muscular 
thigh. "We're going to be spending quite some time together, So I may have 
to call on you again to come to the rescue." 

"Oh, boy," he said with a broad grin. "I'll be sure to bring my spear, Mom, 
if you know what I mean." He gave her a lecherous, knowing wink. 

"I won't want it any other way, honey," said Vera Benson. Then she shook her 
titties and stood up. "If you know what I mean," she added. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tina Benson returned to a quiet household. It was dawn, and as it had been 
her habit for the previous six months, she entered stealthily well after 
both her mother's and the state's curfew. Fortunately, for she'd left home 
with no sweater or coat, her limbs fully exposed to the elements, it was a 
warm evening. In fact, small beads of sweat sparkled in the shaft of the 
moonlight which crossed Tina's brow as she rested at the living room door 
and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was not, however, 
alone the heat, nor were the vigorous activities of "Sports Night" the sole 
cause of Tina's sweat. Her bright eyes, and the dilated pupils within, 
indicated yet another source of agitation. Couple this with her rapid heart 
beat, a frenetic train of thought, her exaggerated good cheer-especially 
given the early morning hour-and one would be hard put, in today's 
escape-oriented culture, to abandon the notion that Tina Benson had ingested 
one or another-in what quantities God only knows-sort of drug. 

It had to be that, or sex. And sex would not account for Tina's vigor and 
pep at five in the morning. 

So it was, drugged and enjoying every minute of it, that she tip toed from 
one end of the living room to the other without so much as exhaling. A last 
minute thought, before she started down the hallway toward bed, however, 
started off her troubles. 

It must be remembered that Mr. Benson, drunk and disorderly, fell to sleep 
on the living-room sofa with only a small blanket covering his otherwise 
naked loins and genitals. Tina, lovely young thing that she was, did not, 
however, have any knowledge of the fact that her father lay mostly nude 
beneath his small covering. She felt sorry for him and returned to the couch 
to rearrange his blanket in the interest of his comfort for the rest of the 
night, or morning. As she lifted the small blanket it was to her surprise, 
and drugged delight, that she discovered her father's naked genitals. It was 
the penis, in particular, that attracted Tina's attention. She fought, and 
lost the battle, an irresistible urge to pet the taboo organ. Holding the 
blanket in mid-air above the man, she considered her options: she could I) 
return the blanket immediately to its proper position over her father's hips 
and genitals ("not very interesting," she thought.), 2) just look at it (She 
said to herself: "I'm doing that."), 3) she could lean down and give it just 
a quick, experimental pet, and, naturally, risk waking him, 4) she could 
take a paint brush and some paint (how she came up with this notion must be 
attributed to the drug(s) she'd taken) and cover her father's penis in some 
strange, no doubt symbolic, rainbow design. She compromised with the last 
options, numbers three and four, and found herself moments later, as Tom 
Benson continued to sleep off his drunkenness, painting her father's prick 
with a number three water color brush the color of a Winter Evergreen. It 
was with some considerable amount of will power that, having blown the 
painted muscle dry, young, nubile Tina returned the blanket to its rightful 
position and made her way toward bed. Mr. Benson snored on into the night. 

But when Tina arrived in the bedroom, she felt not the least bit sleepy. She 
wiped a drop of paint from her nude thigh-she still wore the shorts in which 
she'd attended "Sports Night" at the high school-and sat on the edge of the 
bed. She could hear her brother, Charley, who used the bed on the opposite 
wall, breathing heavily. She had no idea, as she undressed, that he was 
quite awake. 

Tina stood in the dark in front of the wall length mirror and examined the 
contours of her body. Even in the dark a fine shape appeared, one slender in 
the hips and full in the chest, a silhouette that would have been difficult 
for any man to close his eyes on, let alone Tina's aroused and stimulated 
brother. Thus, Charley filled his eyeballs with not only the silhouette, but 
also with a view of the flesh of his lovely sister's nearly perfect 
physique. He could even distinguish, as she stood in front of the mirror in 
the dark, that Tina's nipples were slightly erect. 

She smiled at herself as she inspected more of her body. She smoothed the 
skin on her belly with the palm of one hand. She turned and examined in 
profile the shape of her breasts, the swoop of her pelvis, and the 
indentations of her slender upper legs. Even her pubic hairs cast a small, 
delicate shadow and outline on the nearby wall. 

Surreptitiously, Tina looked over her shoulder to see if Charley slept. He 
quickly shut his eyes so that she could only assume that he was not awake. 
Then his sister sat down on a simple chair and looked into the mirror. Only 
this time she moved a few knick knacks and various bottles which otherwise, 
from her new sitting position, would have obscured her view. With her feet 
flat on the wooden floor and her legs spread slightly, she slid her hand 
into her crotch. She rubbed smoothly back and forth along first one thigh 
and then along the other. She used a finger to pry open the smooth, wet lips 
surrounding her vagina. It took only a moment more for her breathing to 
accelerate and for tremors to ripple across her legs and up her belly. 

"Oh, God," moaned Charley. "Look at that!" 

"What?" cried Tina in a harsh whisper, jerking her hand out of her twat, "I 
thought you were asleep! You dirty bastard!" She swung around in the chair 
to get a good view on her brother. "Charley, how could you?" 

"I didn't know what you were going to do, Tina," he said, sitting up and 
pleading with her. "Really, honest, I had no idea. I was just lying here 
minding my own business. Really, Tina, I wouldn't do that, you know me." 

She smiled. His generous and kind spirit had provided her with room to 
think. "Well," she said, recovering herself, "I suppose we are brother and 
sister and after all, it's not like you're going to go run and tell Mom that 
I was masturbating." 

"Awe," said Charley, laying back down, "she wouldn't mind anyhow." 

"What? How do you know?" She brought her chair close to Charley's bed. 
"Say," she said, "what are you doing up anyhow? It's five in the morning." 

"Which question first?" he said with a smile. 

"How do you know she wouldn't care if I was masturbating," said Tina. 

"She does it herself," said Charley, a bit arrogant. 

"And how do you know that?" asked Tina, still sitting nude next to her 
brother who lay under the sheets. 

"Oh, I just know," he said. "And I'm awake just now because I had a long 
talk with Mom tonight." This was a lie, but only in one sense. He had had a 
long fuck with his mother, and they'd done little or no talking. 

"I see," said Tina, scratching her upper thigh. Her smooth tanned legs and 
hanging tits were a lovely sight for Charley. It was everything he could do 
to pretend that he hadn't noticed a thing. Then it occurred to him: Tina was 
acting quite perceptive and very much unlike herself. "Say," he asked her 
now, "are you on something?" 

She blushed. "Why do you ask?" 

"Because you're sitting here in the nude and you don't care if I look at you 
or what." 

"I like it when you look at me," she said in as lusty a voice as a fifteen 
year old can have. "It, ah, titillates me. I like having men's eyes on me." 

"Oh, good," said Charley. "And I like to have a woman look at me, too." He 
sat up and brought his naked body out from under the sheets. "Here," he 
said, "take a good look Tina. This is me, the real me, your brother." 

She shied away at first. The game, she thought, might have gone too far. But 
even out of the corner of her eye she had to admit that Charley's penis was 
an attractive sight. "Alright," she said, "I like to look, too." She turned 
back and tried to carry on a normal conversation. "This thing I took," she 
said, "it makes me so horny, Charley. I just can't describe it. I'm so, so, 
so hot!" she blurted out. 

"It's a hot night," said Charley. His voice was cool. If Tina wanted to ball 
him, then he would insist that she make the first move. "Maybe you need 
something cold to drink, or a cold shower." 

"No," she said, "I know exactly what I need." She inspected his long lean 
body. like herself, he was tan and well-shaped. He had fine pectoral 
muscles, even for a young man, and his skin was smooth and lean. He was not, 
however, skinny. His frame indicated that some day he would be as large and 
powerful a man as his father, and the growth of pubic hair, fully underway 
in his groin, under his arms and on his chest and ass, foretold a furry 
male. Tina could not resist reaching her slender hand out to her brother's 
chest. Her finger tips grazed his shoulder and then the middle of his chest. 
She let her hand float down along his belly. She did not go directly to his 
crotch. Rather, she stopped at the border line and swirled small circles on 
his stomach and across his pelvis. Still she barely touched him, giving him 
the tingling sensation that could only arouse the deepest, liveliest 
passions in his crotch. 

She withdrew her hand. 

"You were saying you know exactly what you want," said Charley. 

"Yes," she said. She cracked a knuckle in her index finger and extended her 
hand again. This time she hovered over his crotch. Her fingers went lightly 
in and out of his bush. She touched him on either side of his cock, on each 
of his balls. She rubbed a couple of fingers along the spread, tender loins 
surrounding his genitals. 

Finally, when Charley thought he could no longer take it, when he imagined 
that he would reach out and grab his sister's hand and push it violently 
down into his crotch and make her take hold of his penis, fist it and suck 
it and fuck it-just before that moment, she took hold of his meat with her 
entire hand. Seconds later she was on her belly between his legs with her 
face sliding up and down around his fully erect joy stick. 

"God, yes," moaned Charley. "That's the way, Tina. That's the way." Her lips 
squeezed the muscular shaft the way an old person might use their gums to 
mouthe a piece of meat, and then she used the same lips to tug on the ridge 
of sensitive crown that adorned his mushroom head. She pulled her mouth up 
and down on the head of his meat, the portion on which she'd chosen to 
concentrate when she'd realized that the entire organ would in no way fit 
inside her mouth. There was a clicking and slurping sound as her tongue and 
lips, providing plenty of lubrication, went about the task of perfecting his 
huge erection. She licked an drubbed and pulled with her mouth, and in 
general she made things so hot, so slippery, that Charley very nearly shot 
his wad into his sister's mouth. 

"Oh, my," she said, breaking away from his prick and sitting up as though 
she'd suddenly discovered that she was doing something awful, "I don't know 
what I'm doing, Charley. I don't know. It must be the drug, or the night, or 
something." 

"No," said Charley, "it's my hot cock. You knew what you wanted and you came 
to get it. Now come on, finish me off, one way or the other, Tina. I got to 
have you do that for me. It's not fair otherwise." 

"OK, " she agreed, "but this is some weird drug that makes a sister want to 
make love to her brother." 

"Tina," said Charley, "did you ever stop to think that I want to fuck you 
and I didn't take any drug at all?" She started to reply, but he put his 
hand on her face and smoothed down her long silky hair. "Don't worry," he 
said, comforting her. "Just don't worry about anything." 

She followed his orders and tried to relax. Soon she accepted the passions 
inside her loins. She climbed onto the bed and gave Charley everything that 
she thought would please him. He lay back and enjoyed every minute of it. 

Tina rubbed her large young titties up against her brother's chest in much 
the same manner that six hours before her mother had done with Charley. She 
pushed her full nipples near his mouth so that he would take the time to 
suck them into erect cherry buds. He licked and nibbled just the way she 
liked. 

"You want to hear something not very nice?" she asked him during one quiet 
moment. 

"What?" 

"I'm not a virgin," she said. 

"Until recently," he said, "I was. But I'm a lot happier now that I know 
what balling's all about. I could hardly live with myself before." 

She jumped back to rubbing his body with her own. She shoved her thighs 
between his and pushed her bush up against his prick. Her wet ooze greased 
his long cock muscle. The head of his dick went slipping and sliding along 
the parted vaginal lips around his sister's twat. The grease there gave him 
the nicest feel his mushroom pecker had ever had. 

Soon she wanted him inside her. But rather than let her climb all over him, 
he insisted that she roll onto her back and let him penetrate her loins. 
Tina, naturally, agreed, and provided her brother with plenty of room to 
move in, as well as a steady flow of clitoral ease juice. 

Charley began by easing his column of flesh slowly down the flesh tube. The 
mushroom head snagged Tina's erect clitoris on the way in, and she nearly 
gave them both away with an involuntary gasp and screech. She recovered 
herself just in time. Brother and sister lay perfectly still listening for 
the all clear snores: the sounds of both their parents asleep and unawares. 
When they heard that, they went back to rubbing and sliding their smooth, 
moist bodies against each other. They went back to balling. 

"Oh, my," said Tina, "this is just the way I imagined it would be with you, 
Charley." 

"What?" he asked. "You figured on doing this some day?" Sliding his cock all 
the way into her tube, he asked her again: "You planned this?" 

"Oh, no," she said spreading her legs. "I just thought about it every now 
and then." 

Charley rubbed his palms across her nipples. Then he pulled back and rubbed 
his sister's smooth inner thighs. The flesh was as supple and slick as could 
be asked for. He used one finger to adjust the right lip of her twat. It had 
begun to rub awkwardly, so he spread it more, thus giving his penis a freer 
slide in and out of her well-greased twat. 

"Fuck me harder," she sighed. "You know what I mean, Charley? It feels like 
you're just doing it too slow. Can't you go really hard?" She complained 
like a bitch about his style, but he didn't mind. After all, it wasn't that 
often that you got to set your penis into a girl as nice as Charley's 
sister, so you put up with a little of the arrogance that many pretty women 
have. 

In any event, he shoved harder. He slammed his hips down into hers. "Oh, 
yeah," she said, feeling his cock grinding out her pussy. "That's what I 
like, Charley. I like it really big and hard." To prove her point she opened 
her legs and contracted her internal muscles. 

"Nice squeeze action, sis," said Charley. "You do that well." 

"You deserve it," she said. "Maybe I should give you my special little extra 
something. Just for you." She rolled her hips right and left several times 
so that Charley's hefty prick could slide into and out of every fold of 
slippery flesh his sister had to offer. "I got something extra nice for 
you," she said when she'd finished helping him pioneer her cavity. "Pull out 
for a minute." 

Reluctantly, he pulled his slippery sex muscle out of his sister's twat. 
From the warm, moist inside he went to the damp, cold outside. Immediately 
he wanted to be back in her. 

"OK, " she said, "now get up on your hands and knees and your sister is 
going to give you the kind of treatment that the girls at school probably 
don't even know about." She smiled and pushed and pulled on him until he 
lifted up on his hands and knees. He hoped she wasn't going to pull the same 
stunt as Vera had. 

His wish came true. Rather than rub her cunt against his ass, Tina had 
chosen to rub her tongue against his ass. It felt like someone had stuffed 
his ass crease with fresh, slick liver. The mouth muscle traveled so 
smoothly along his crack, that he had no idea how to ask for more. He was 
dumbfounded. Never had he had so much pleasure in one place. "God damn, 
sis," he grunted, "you know how to get me going." His cock had nearly sprung 
out of his groin. And when Tina applied her oral organ to the bunghole 
itself, Charley moaned and writhed in ecstasy: "Shit! Fuck my butt!" 

"Yes," she agreed, "it's delicious, no?" 

He took her comment to be a cue. "Turn around," he directed his sister. 
"I'll give you some of the same. It's only fair." 

Tina obediently turned around. Rather than rest on hands and knees, however, 
she spread out flat. He laid down on the backs of her smooth, young legs. It 
was like having a warm, flesh mattress. She was sweet and soft and all of 
her curves were like contours made for his body. He slid his face up between 
her smooth ass cheeks. There he insisted that she part her buttocks to make 
space for his "search and devour" tongue. She spread her nubile thighs, the 
backs of which were only slightly less smooth than the fronts, and Charley 
drilled his sister's anus with more mouth muscle than he knew he had. The 
bunghole crater opened wide as Tina submitted to Charley's long, wet muscle. 
His virulent tongue meat was as much a thrill for her anal canal as his 
potent flesh spike was for her pussy vessel. "Fuck me up the ass-hole, 
Charley," she finally begged him. "Just for a minute or two give it to me up 
the ass-hole!" 

He was ready to oblige. He dipped his thorny spike between her spacious 
loins. There he rubbed his meaty dick in the heated, greasy well. Finally, 
properly lubed, he favored her crack with his oily dipstick. 

"Uuuumhp," she said. "Come on, I'm ready." 

"I like to rub a little," he explained. "Just for a minute." Back and forth 
along the sides of her narrow butt trough he ran his sword. The hot, greased 
iron sizzled with every stroke. "I'm gonna like this," he chuckled. The more 
he rubbed, the more his sister wiggled and tried to spread her buttocks. 
"Come on," she intoned, "aren't you ready yet?" 

"OK, already," he said, losing patience. "Here." He whipped open her ass 
crack by palming each of her small butt globes in each of his two hands. The 
crack thus rent, he. speared the beveled crater called her bunghole with the 
massive mushroom head of his prick. But the tight anal orifice was not 
suited for such a quick entry. Despite the lubrication, and despite 
Charley's efforts to prevent it, his sister's ass-hole was stricken with 
agony. "Oh, no!" she screeched. "Too much hog! Too fucking much!" 

She writhed away, tried to escape. But now her brother's cock had penetrated 
just beyond the sphincter muscle which once pierced tightened. The result: 
Charley's mushroom headed penis lodged below the sphincter and, due to the 
thick muscular ridge around the crown, could not now withdraw without 
causing considerable agony. 

Of course, for Charley, it was a very pleasant feel. The tight anal muscles 
in his sister's hot butt squeezed involuntarily on his thick shaft. The 
milking action rippled up and down his penis. "Nice," he would say, forging 
ahead. "Good," he commented, jamming harder. "Ooooh," he grunted, supplying 
her with the full cylinder of flesh. "How is it for you." 

"Uuuuumhp," grunted the teenage wonder woman. "It's not good, Charley. You 
got to get it out of there before I die!" 

"Sure," he said. He used the palms of his hands to spread Tina's buttocks. 
As best he could, Charley massaged the ass-hole cheeks open. At what he took 
to be an appropriate moment, he yanked his massive organ out from his 
sister's butt hole. "Look at that thing, Tina," he said with an excited 
voice. "Look at that!" 

Tina's ass ached, but she strained and craned her neck to regard her 
brother's massive sex organ. "Oh, wow," she said, "I had no idea." 

To their surprise, the pole had come out covered with shit. The feces 
dripped from the rod, down to the base, and here and there was a piece of 
old kleenex or tissue paper. "You better wash that thing off," she directed 
him, "before you expect me to put it back in my mouth." 

"The ass fuck," Charley reminded her, "was your idea. So you better wash me 
off, eh?" He winked and they both went tip toeing to the bathroom. There she 
took a washcloth to her brother's sex organ. She scrubbed the shit off the 
muscle. The hardest places to remove the filth she discovered to be the base 
and the mushroom rim. But when he was soaped and washed and cleansed, she 
smiled and admired the strength of her brother's erection. "Gee, Charley," 
she said, "you're still rock hard!" 

She took him by the joint and led the way back to the bedroom. "You know," 
she said, "I'm glad we have a room of our own. Otherwise this would be 
really difficult. But now, since we live together and all, we can do a lot 
of fucking with each other. It'll make up for Mom and Dad fighting, eh?" 

Charley sat down on the edge of his bed. "I guess so," he said, scratching 
his head. Tina smiled. "Here," she told him softly, "Let me brace that thing 
for you." 

She wrapped her fist around the base of his cock. Enveloping his meaty organ 
with her mouth, she lipped it back and forth, from side to side. When she 
had had enough of sucking his big pecker, she took to massaging it with both 
hands. She had smooth, slender fingers, and small round fists. Her soft 
digits kneaded the bony flesh. Soon the joint throbbed between her rolling 
palms. "Oh, my," she observed, "it's pulsing and everything." 

"Yes," said Charley, smiling at his blushing sister. "I'm going to be 
spraying any minute now." 

"Wait," she said. "Get up into that bed. Come on, let me get up there too. I 
want to have that big thing in me. It's no good just to go shooting off 
everywhere with no cunt around it. You hang on a second." By the time she'd 
completed her harangue about emission with no receptacle, she'd maneuvered 
onto the bed, under his body, around his legs, onto his cock. She lifted her 
knees, spread her loins, and propped up the backs of her thighs against his 
strong shoulders so that she rested, her brother's pulsing prick deep inside 
her twat, with most of her weight on the base of her spine. 

While he thrust his hot and powerful banana shaped organ in and out of 
Tina's pussy, Charley couldn't help but compare his sister and his mother. 
Where Tina was slender and long, supple, with big but especially smooth 
titties, his mother was hot and more intimate with ample thighs and more 
muscular legs. While Tina's cunt was narrow and smooth and nearly too slick, 
Vera's, Charley's mother's pussy, that is, was extremely muscular, capable 
of twisting and jerking his rod in nearly any desired direction. And lastly, 
while Tina offered her brother the zest and enthusiasm of youth and 
drug-crazed love, his mother's balling was sublte, passionate, and quick. 
Vera always knew what she wanted and how; Tina loved to experiment to get 
the exactly right fuck going. 

"Oh, Charley," begged Tina, "hit me harder with that powerhouse muscle of 
yours, honey." She rocked his meat and gripped it with full strength with 
her hot twat muscles. "Come on, really grind it down in there. I want to 
feel the ridges, Charley. I've come this far, I want the juice. Come on." 
She rolled and gyrated under his passionate drilling. She squirmed in an 
effort to get quickly to orgasmic ecstasy. 

"Get your cunt tight," he told her. "I'm gonna give you what I can now." She 
gripped harder. He rubbed his meat in and out quickly, penetrating depths 
beyond which would only give his sister pain. Soon, he knew, he would flood 
her small narrow channel with a full load of hot come. He jerked his meat 
this way and that to make sure that he would get the maximum pleasure from 
the final few strokes. The thrusting action gave his sister the thrill she'd 
been looking for. 

"Uuuuuhh," she grunted, "that's it, Charley. That's it. Fuck me like that!" 
She wiggled and writhed in order to have his meat exactly the why she liked 
it, hot and juicy against her clitoris. 

He happily supplied her with a few more strokes, but then, after squirting 
seven or eight large drops of jism into her pussy, he shriveled up and 
withdrew. 

"Oh, my," she groaned, "all done? Already?" 

"Afraid so," he said dejectedly. If only she knew, he thought to himself, 
how he'd fucked twice before earlier that evening. "In a short while," he 
suggested, "we can do it again." 

"Well, I wonder-" 

They both froze in the early morning darkness because Tom Benson was 
hollering: 

"What the God damn fuck is this on my ever-loving cock? I don't believe my 
eyes. I've been attacked by some sort of monster. Shit!" He was yelling from 
the bathroom where he must have stumbled in in the dark to urinate, and, 
turning on the light he had discovered his daughter's secret paint job. Tina 
giggled and let Charley in on the secret. 

"You better get into your own bed," warned Charley. "Hurry up." 

Tom Benson continued hollering: "What nincompoop ass-hole has a green cock? 
I don't fucking believe it?" The toilet flushed, the light went out, and he 
stumbled through the darkness into the master bedroom where Vera slept. He 
was still muttering, still half-crocked, when he lay down next to his wife 
and went back to sleep. 

Tina and Charley fell asleep a short while later, just as the morning sun 
began to break through. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Tom Benson rolled out of bed with a severe hangover. It was easily well 
after noon, and he was the first one in his house to wake. "Vera, Vera!" he 
said to his wife. He shook her by the shoulder and her sheet fell down to 
leave her naked shoulders and breasts open to Tom's hungry view. "Mmmmmm, 
honey," he whispered, "wake up." 

As he shook her gently by the shoulder, he also used one hand to play with 
her tit. He tugged the sleeping nipple, caressed the large brown cap, and 
stroked the breast flesh. Vera rolled onto her back. Her smooth pendular 
titties hung to either side of her chest. 

"God damn," moaned Tom, "I wonder what happened last night that I'm so 
fucking horny right now?" He mustered up the courage to begin licking his 
wife's fruity chest. He stroked her with his tongue, licked the nipples and 
the rim of the caps, and then swabbed the full creamy flesh of each fat 
titty. "Oh, nice," he gasped, "very nice!" 

"What?" moaned Vera. "What is it?" 

"Nothing, darling," said Tom. He pulled the sheets up so that just her 
titties showed. Everything else was covered. But when she had gone back to 
sleep, he pulled the sheet down again. "Now," he said, rubbing his hands in 
invisible soap and water and making himself ready, "now I'm going to get 
myself a nice long feel of that big gorgeous chest." He smacked his lips and 
took to running his fingers lightly along the gentle slopes of Vera's 
breasts. 

"Ahhhh," she groaned in her sleep, "mmmm, what's that, what's that." She 
lifted a hand up to where he rubbed her and she pressed his palm against her 
chest. "Ooooh, nice." She opened her eyes part way. "Tom?" she asked. "Tom, 
is that you?" 

"Of course it is," he said, getting ready to climb onto her, "who did you 
think would be rubbing your titties at this hour of the day?" 

"Oh, honey," she said clasping his hands close to her body, "I love that 
special feel you give me." She took his hand and especially one finger. 
Spreading her legs, she applied his digit to the insides of her body. 
"There," she said, "give it to me there." 

Tom could feel Vera's slippery twat. It was wet and juicy, like a nice ripe 
tangerine. He wondered if he'd get some nice tangy taste out of her. He used 
his other hand to press and mold and massage her chest. Meanwhile his finger 
fucking began to heat Vera's groin. She rocked around on his digit, moaning 
and groaning and leaking and gushing. "Ahhhhh," she sighed every now and 
then, "this is the way to wake up in the morning, darling. I love you." He 
slid down between her legs so that he would have a better access to her hot 
juicing twat. 

There the sap spilled freely. It was slimy and greasy. He kept his finger 
going in her cunt, and he used his other hand to rub her sweet tender loins. 
Soon he had her pelvis rocking and rolling around on his hand. He used the 
middle digit that fucked her honey pot to stimulate her clitoris. It was 
easy to get Vera as hot as necessary. 

When she felt that she could benefit from his long cock, she rolled her head 
back and said: "Come on, Tom, honey, give me that boner. Stuff me up good." 
She rolled her hips from side to side and begged him for the long hot meat 
she was accustomed to getting. "You can do it, Tom. I know you can. Stuff 
that prick joint right down my twat hole. Do it to me, Tom. I want that long 
hot stick of penis up my twat hole! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" 

He waited a moment because he wanted to have a long soft feel of her 
smooth-as-silk thighs. He rubbed his palms along the tops of her legs, and 
then between her legs, too. "Ooooh," he grunted now and then, "baby, you and 
I are made for each other." 

"Tom, honey," she cried, "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean for you 
to be so angry at me. I'm sorry I picked a fight." 

Tom couldn't even remember what had happened the night before. He was so 
drunk he had forgotten that at one point he had his rod in Vera's twat hole. 
"That's OK, " he told her even though he had no idea what she was referring 
to. "Let bygones be bygones." 

Vera rolled her heavy hips. "Honey," she pleaded, "won't you give me that 
penis now?" Her melodious voice convinced Tom that the time was right. 

"OK, " he said, "Let me climb on in there." 

A big smile spread across Vera's face. She loved it when Tom stretched out 
inside her hot pussy. It was only when he got so terribly drunk and ornery 
as he had the previous night that she didn't feel safe to fuck him. But now, 
with his big firm meat rubbing here and there against her legs, she felt 
that everything would be all right. So she spread her legs and helped him 
enter her. 

"Oh, yeah, babe," he sighed as his dick sank into her well. "That's what I 
call a nice honey pot." He pushed hard to make sure that he had nailed his 
meat all the way down into her tube. "It's gotta be all the way in there, 
you know." 

She heaved her pelvis up into his groin. "Get it in, honey," she told him. 
"Get it all the way in." 

He drilled her with his heavy flesh stick. Her open pussy took all the hog 
he had. She spread out the lips of her vagina by using her hands. This way 
his prick didn't rub against too many hairs, and this way, too, she was able 
to get the massive cock muscle inside her just the way she liked it. Then 
she bore down, used her great contracting slippery twat muscles to pull on 
his switching, thrusting pole. 

"Ahhhh," moaned Tom Benson. "That's what I call a good fucking, babe. You 
really know how to move those hips." He floated on her magic flesh carpet. 
She gave him a ride better than he probably deserved, but then again he was 
giving her a good hunk of meat to work with, too. 

"Nice," she cooed, getting ready to cream all over that stick of his. "You 
got what it takes, Tom. It's just right, honey." She rotated her hips around 
his stick. The flesh pole vibrated inside her slippery twat. She could make 
that meat bounce or jiggle or shake, whatever she wanted, just by moving her 
hips in this or that direction. When she swung her smooth thighs and hot 
twat to the right, the right side of Tom's penis was sliding and slipping 
for a special thrill. And if she jerked her meat filled crotch the other 
way, the other side of his pecker was rubbed and stimulated. 

"My, oh, my!" grunted Tom Benson. His wife gave the kind of fuck that he 
thoroughly enjoyed. "You gonna rip me off, darling?" 

"Sure," she said. "You say when." 

"Now," he said. "Right fucking now." 

She lifted her hand down to her twat, where his pole worked in and out of 
her. She dipped her own finger into the flow of ooze and greased it up. Then 
she slid around one hip and came down inside his ass crease. Finally, she 
clogged his bunghole with a knuckle of fresh finger digit. "Oh shit!" wailed 
Tom. "Fuck me!" 

His joint shot forward and he filled his wife's tube with more hot cock 
organ than she thought he had on him. He buried his thick spurting flesh 
spike in her bush, between her flapping slippery lips, way down deep. She 
rolled her butt and made sure, by squeezing his hairy buttocks, that she got 
every last drop of his semen in her. 

"My, oh, my!" cried Tom Benson. "That's what I call fucking!" He rolled off 
Vera's warm body. Juice dripped from his meat. "Look, nun," he said. "Look 
at my joint!" 

"I see," she said. "It's big and stiff." She saw that he dripped semen. "You 
want me to suck that?" 

"Yes," he said. "Suck it up. Swallow that jism. Clean me off." 

She leaned down in his crotch. To help her, he spread his legs. "There you 
go, honey, it's all yours." He smiled and lay back to enjoy himself. Vera 
tongued his joint, lipped the crown, sucked up the last drops of semen. 
"Uuuuuuuhhh," she hummed. "Good wet ooze." 

"Yes," said Tom. "Nothing but the best." He reached down and held the sides 
of her face. He pushed the hot lipped mouth this way and that. He used her 
face like a universal joint. "Suck," he commanded, "suck that stick." 

She finished him off and licked him clean. When it was all over she blushed 
with a new, vigorous heat. "You know," she said, "I didn't really get mine 
that time." 

"Oh?" said Tom, not really very sympathetic. "Well, what do you want me to 
do about it?" He pinched her on the cheek of her ass. "You want me to fuck 
you up the butt?" 

"No," she said. "I don't want anything of the kind." She lay back down in 
bed. "I just thought that if you felt like a gentleman you might go and 
stick that nice stiff rod of yours inside my pussy again." She opened her 
legs. "See how juicy it is in there?" 

He stared at her sweltering cunt. The pubic hairs were wet and shiny. The 
thick wet lips surrounding her vagina glistened with a fresh coating of 
slippery wet ease juice. He thought for a minute that he could even see her 
clitoris meat throbbing like a spastic little finger inside. She held the 
lips open so that he could see in. "Isn't that nice?" she said. "Wouldn't 
you like to make me come?" Some semen dripped out along the bottom wall of 
her channel and made a small puddle in the sheets below. "Wouldn't you like 
to stuff that big meaty spike in there?" She reached out and grabbed hold of 
his hot thick cock. "Your joint is so strong," she told him, "I bet you 
could fuck three women at once." 

"Come on, honey," he said. "I ain't gonna fuck you any more." He grabbed her 
wrist and squeezed. She had to let go of his meaty stick. 

"Awe, come on," she begged rolling over and trying to catch hold of him as 
he got up from the bed. "Please, Tom, I need it. All you have to do is rub 
my clitoris. You know, just a little rub on my meat and you'll have it made. 
What do you say?" 

"You rub it," he snapped. "I got things to do." He dressed and left her 
alone in bed. 

Vera spread her legs apart. She pulled the sheets up over her waist so that 
she would not watch herself masturbate. She used her index finger to ply the 
friendly little clit standing up inside her twat. "Oooh," she gasped out 
loud as she rubbed the rubbery meaty twat joint, "oooh, God!" She tugged 
with two fingers at it, pushed it this way and that, and jammed a finger 
from her other hand in and out of her tube. Sometimes she pushed her greasy 
digit in and out of her ass-hole, just to be sure she was getting plenty of 
lusty stimulation. Just when she thought she was about to have an orgasm, 
when her legs were covered with neat chills, when her gushing cunt was 
oozing lots of ease juice, and just when her nipples had become fully 
aroused and erect, the bedroom door opened. She turned to see who it was: 
"Oh, my, Charley, how are you this morning?" 

"Fine, Mom," said Charley, rubbing his eyes. "You mind if I come in?" He 
stepped forward and shut the door behind him. "You sure do look good this 
morning." 

"Come over here," said Vera, "and sit down." She took her hand out of her 
cunt, her finger out of her tube, and indicated the space of bed next to 
her. "Sit down, Charley. I think we better have a little chat." 

He came over and sat on the bed where his father had been a few minutes 
before. "What's up, Mom? Isn't Dad around?" 

"He left a little while ago," she said. "You remember what we did last 
night?" 

"Gee, Mom, you'd think I was a kid the way you talk. Of course I remember 
last night. It was great." 

"Do you remember how your father left me? Alone and horny?" 

"Sure," said Charley. "It was a rotten trick, too." 

"Yes," she agreed, "but now I feel the same way. He stuck his dick in me, 
got his jollies, and left." She pulled the sheets down so that Charley could 
see the runny juice leak from her hole. "So," she added, "I think it's only 
fair that you plank your mother one more time, just to keep me even with 
him." 

"I'd love to, Mom, but you don't know where he is. He might come in any 
minute." 

"He probably went out to get some beer and get drunk again. Just check and 
see if the car's in the garage. If not, then we can go ahead and not worry 
about a thing." She smiled and bid him leave to see about the car. 

He ran to the backyard. Sure enough, the garage was empty. He ran back to 
his mother's room and slammed the door behind him. He started tearing off 
his clothes. "You were right, Mom. The car's gone. We're all alone. Except 
for Tina, but she won't bother us." He was naked with his limp joint hanging 
between his legs. "Look at that," he said, climbing in next to his mother's 
hot body, "my prick is soft like banana meat." 

"Don't you worry," said Mrs. Benson with a cheerful smile, "I'm gonna take 
care of everything." She inspected her son's soft pecker. "It looks to me 
like it's still got juice on it from yesterday." 

Charley didn't bother to tell his mother about how he and his sister Tina 
had been fucking early that morning. "Yeah," he said, "I haven't had a 
chance to shower yet." 

"Well," said Mrs. Benson, "come on. Our work is cut out for us." She hopped 
out of bed in the nude. Her big bosoms were bouncing this way and that. It 
was everything Charley could do just to follow that long full body to the 
bathroom without tackling her and shoving his meat up her cunt. Who cared, 
he thought, if there was a little extra juice around his prick? 

But he curtailed the impulse to rape his mother, and, instead, he followed 
her into the tub. There, before they put on the shower, Vera Benson rubbed 
his meat with grease. "You'll like this," she said, "it's like butter." She 
spread the slippery ooze on his meaty rod. "And it tastes good, too, if ever 
somebody asks you about that. I know. It's the stuff I use on your father's 
rod when I want him sticking it up my ass-hole." She continued to spread the 
clear paste across his big, stiff joint. "See how nice that feels?" she said 
spreading it down the top of his shaft. When her finger arrived at the head 
of his meat she rubbed back and forth. Then she wiped off the excess goo on 
his leg. "Just for good luck," she said. "A little extra grease never hurt." 

"Can I put some on you, Mom?" he asked. 

She was happy to hear him become a little more aggressive. "I'd like that," 
she said. "Start with my ass-hole." She handed him the jar and bent over in 
front of him. "Go on," she said, "take a fingerful of that stuff and rub it 
into my crack." 

He stared down at the long curve and crack. There was plenty of room to 
slide a finger and lubricate. He jammed his digit into the jar and began 
spreading the grease along the groove. 

"Oooh," groaned his mother, "that's the way to get me greasy, son. Just keep 
that up." She spread her legs a little more and reached back to hold her 
buttocks apart for him. "There you go," she said, "now you can get right in 
there and get me really well-lubricated." 

He stared down into her shit hole. The beveled crater attracted the most 
attention. He thought for sure that if he poked her with a finger of grease 
the way he wanted, that she would scream bloody murder. But he decided to 
risk it. He covered his middle finger with the slippery lubricant and jammed 
it in hard. 

"Oh, my," she said softly, "you have discovered my ass-hole, Charley. That's 
nice." 

To his surprise, and delight, she enjoyed the poke to her bunghole. "Yes, 
Mom," he said, "I sure have found out about your ass-hole." 

"Why don't you stick that cock of yours in there. I'll bend over a little 
more and keep my butt open for you with my hands. You just stick that heavy 
duty pole of yours all the way in." 

"Whatever you say, Mom," said Charley. "Whatever you say." He rocked forward 
with his stiff flesh prong. He forked her with his rod. The meaty sword sank 
into her open butt breach. 

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "I like that stick up there. Give it to me harder, 
Charley, and I'll be in anal heaven." 

He couldn't believe his ears. He'd buried his cock in her ass-hole muscle 
and there was no more meat to give her. Yet his lovely mother wanted more of 
his stick. So he reared back and cocked his sex muscle at the outside of her 
shit tube entrance. He prepared to skewer the meaty ass-hole. Wham! He 
jammed it in. 

"Ooooh, my, that's the way!" she creamed. "Gimme your hands and I'll show 
you a little trick or two." She reached up and took her son's hands from her 
smooth shoulders. One she applied to her titties, to the full bosom and her 
red chest. The other she guided down into her cunt. There, in the stream of 
hot ooze, she pinched his finger and pulled him to the site of her clit. 
"Now," she said, "if you jerk on my clitoris while you stuff my ass-hole, 
then you'll give me just the right kind of thrill." 

So Charley tried that for a while. He rocked into his mother's meaty rear 
end. His fingers meanwhile plied her clit, or tugged her titties. "This is 
fun," he whispered in her ear. "I like it like this." 

"Good," she said. "I do too." 

They were standing in the tub so they didn't have to worry about making a 
mess. "Listen," said Mrs. Benson, "I have to go to the bathroom. Then, after 
I urinate, it'll be that much better. I won't have to think about it." 

"Sure," said Charley, "I understand." He started to back out of his mother's 
ass-hole. 

"Were are you going?" she complained. 

"Well, I thought..." 

"Just move your hand," she said. 

Charley took his hand out of his mother's hot box. "O.K., " he said. "Now 
what?" 

"Now," she said, "I'm going to take a quick whiz." She let loose her urine 
and the piss went leaking down the inside of her leg. Still Charley's cock 
was up her ass-hole in the middle of the fresh buggering. "Oh, shit," she 
groaned, tightening her muscles on his pecker as she peed in front of them 
both, "I'm almost done. Then is when we'll really get rocking!" 

When she had finished peeing she took his hand again. "OK, I'm ready for 
more masturbation action in my cunt, honey. You take care of my clit and the 
finger-fucking there. I'll just give your penis a nice rubbing with my shit 
tube." 

"Sure, Mom," said Charley, rubbing his pecker back and forth in her tube, 
"any way you want it." He jammed his meat down into her, applied his fingers 
to her other hole, and waited to feel the milking action of her ass-hole. 
Soon she massaged him as though her butt tube were a hot twat. There was 
enough juice and space that he could move from side to side in the 
abnormally large channel. "Hot shit," he grunted, "it's tight and warm in 
there, but I sure can get a good feel out of you, Mom. I love this ass-hole 
fucking!" 

"Good, hun," she grunted, "but try not to forget about stuffing my cunt 
tube, too. You have to use your finger for that, you know." 

He took the cue and began to tug on his mother's hot wet clit. He couldn't 
be sure if some of the juice from her urine had mixed with her clit ooze. 
But it didn't really matter because a minute later Vera turned on the 
shower, saying as she did, "It's time we got cleaned up and back into bed, 
honey. We want to be through in my twat before your father gets home." 

"That's for sure," said Charley. He yanked his prick out of her anal tube, 
took a quick shot and stroke along the course of the slippery groove, and 
then let loose of her all together. "Oh, Mom," he muttered, "this is just so 
fucking hot and juicy here. I don't know if I want to let go of you." He was 
looking at her full bunghole. 

"Now you just wait," she said, turning around and facing him. "I'm going to 
give you one of the finest fucks you ever had. In my twat hole. It's going 
to be so slippery that you'll feel like you're in a swimming pool, and it's 
going to be so tight that you'll think you're getting a hand job. Mmmmmmm?" 

So, under the steaming hot water of the shower, they washed each other off. 
Vera was the first to apply the slippery soap to her hands. She sudsed up 
her palms and then rubbed Charley's stiff pecker clean. She soaped and 
rubbed and slid the hot pecker between her palms. Then she applied some of 
the oily cleanser to her belly and pressed that part of her lean body 
against Charley's upright prick. "How's that feel?" she asked her son. "You 
like to get your prick into the soap and water action?" 

"Oh, Maw," he moaned, "I love that." His dick went sliding up and down along 
her soaped belly. Her jumbo titties rubbed along his chest, too. They were 
slipping and sliding like jelly bean bags, rubbing on his shoulders and 
against his chest. His mother leaned close to him and her lips spread open. 
"I'm going to kiss you, Charley," she whispered, "with my hot lips and with 
my tongue, honey." 

"Mmmmmm," said Charley. "Go ahead, Mom." The water steamed over them as his 
mother leaned close and pressed her open mouth lips against her son's face. 
Her tongue wandered in and out of his mouth, filled him up with the 
delicious feel of hot oral meat. She French kissed him for a long time. 
While she did, she reached down between their bodies and took his cock in 
her hand. She slid it against her slippery flesh. The rubbery head, 
sensitized by all the stimulation, turned cherry red as Charley's mother 
rubbed and pushed the hefty meat against her body. "Oooooh," she said, 
pulling away from the kiss, "that was very nice, son. Very, very nice." 

Carefully, she knelt between his legs. She took his cock and placed it in 
her face. The shower continued to rain on them. She sucked his dick back and 
forth, rubbing the shaft with her cheeks and her tongue. Then she stuck a 
finger in his ass-hole and probed his shit tube. Finally, she rubbed her 
chin next to his balls and said: "We better get up and dry off a little, 
honey. It's time for that." 

She turned off the shower and watched her strong teenage son step from the 
shower. "You know," she said as his buttocks spread to hurtle the edge of 
the tub, "I think I'd like to ream out your ass-hole, Charley. Would you 
like that? Just a quick little ream before you fuck my cunt?" 

"Sure, Mom," said Charley. "Let's go to it!" He bent over, his hands on the 
back of the toilet, and gave her enough room to get into his ass-hole with 
her tongue. She sat on the edge of the tub so that her face was at just the 
right place and height. Her tongue went sliding up and down in his ass 
crease. 

"Oh, Maw," he muttered in ecstasy, "that's really nice and slippery. You got 
the best tongue in the house, you know that? The absolute best!" She used 
her hands to spread his firm cheeks. The bunghole, smaller than her own, was 
clean and round. It tapered down into the dark tube. She opened wide and her 
lizard like tongue shot down into the cavity. "Ahhhhh," groaned Charley, 
"that is what I call a terrific ream out, Mother. Really the best." His ass 
wobbled with ecstasy as she gave his corn-hole a good tongue cleansing. 

"Alright," said Vera, pulling her tongue out of his shit tube, "it's time to 
get the fuck underway. Not that we haven't had plenty of fun like this." 

"Yes, indeed," said Charley, rubbing his hands together, sliding his palms 
back and forth, "Let's get going with it." 

Vera took him by the hand. Mother and son, the latter with a jumbo and fully 
extended penis flopping this way and that, started out of the bathroom. 
"It's going to be a lot of fun, honey," she said. "You just wait until you 
get that prick of yours into my oozing pussy." 

It wasn't until they arrived in the bedroom that they discovered something 
very interesting. Charley opened the door for his mother and said: "I sure 
am going to enjoy sticking this big hard cock of mine up your sweet oozing 
tube, Mom." Then he looked at the king-sized bed and had for himself a very 
big surprise. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Well, well, well," said Tom Benson who lay sprawled out on the big bed, 
"who's been sitting in my chair?" He had his legs spread out and his big 
joint flopped around in his hand because he was adjusting himself better to 
see his son and wife as they stood shocked and naked in the doorway. "You 
didn't expect me back so soon?" he asked. 

"Ah, no, gee, Dad, we, ah..." stammered Charley. He had no idea what to say. 
It wasn't that he was afraid, but he was embarrassed. "We were just coming 
to tell you about..." 

"About your big cock, Charley?" Tom Benson laughed and reached for a 
half-empty bottle on the end table next to the bed. He took a long gulp of 
the brown liquor and spoke with the bottle in his hand. "You were saying, 
son? 

Or maybe your mother would like to explain this unfortunately compromising 
situation I've caught you two in. Well, Vera, what do you have to say for 
yourself." 

Vera shook her head and let go Charley's hand. "You big hulk of nothing. Get 
the hell out of here. You can't keep me pinned up like this anymore. Charley 
and I can take care of each other, and-Tina, too. But you, you're a no good 
son of a bitch if ever there was one." She hollered on and on pointing her 
finger, shaking her fist. But her husband merely lay there laughing in her 
face: "Ha, ha, ha," he guffawed. "Whoa, isn't that a good one? I come home 
and catch my son and his mother in bed together, butt fucking in the 
bathroom, and I'm the one to blame! Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! Vera, you have a 
terrific sense of humor." He took another swill from the bottle. "I really 
have to hand it to you, a terrific sense of humor." 

Charley blushed, took his mother by the hand and said: "You better not 
provoke him 

Mom. He's right, we made a mistake and we ft 

"Nonsense," she said. "Your father is a big ass-hole and he knows it. All he 
can do is intimidate you into feeling bad." She wrenched free. Her fat 
titties shook while she went and yelled some more at Tom Benson, Charley's 
father. "You get that big fat dick out of my bed," she scolded him. "I don't 
want you around here anymore. Understand?" 

"Eat it, cunt," he shouted back. "Eat my fucking wand!" 

"You bastard!" she yelled, jumping up onto the bed and diving for his cock. 
Perhaps, if she had caught hold of the meaty prong, she would have torn it 
off. But she missed because Tom Benson had been prepared for such a move. He 
merely rolled away to one side of the bed, and, when he came back, pounced 
on top of Vera's lovely body. 

"Please, Dad," begged Charley. "Don't hurt, Mom. It's my fault. I'm the one 
who started it all. Don't hurt her." 

"Get the hell out of here, you little ass-hole. Before I kick your butt." He 
twisted Vera's arm behind her. 

"What the hell is going on?" cried Tina who now appeared at the doorway in 
her robe. "What are you doing to Maw?" she screeched. "What the fuck is 
happening here?" 

"Hold on, sis," said Charley, taking his younger sister by the arm. "Dad's 
just pissed off." 

"Tell her why, boy," he said, "but get the hell out of here, eh?" 

"Go on," said Vera, her supple flesh rippling with fury, "you better do what 
he says, children. Go on and leave us. It'll be OK" Her husband pushed her 
arm up further along her back. 

"Yes," he said, "it's going to be just fine and dandy. Ho, ho, ho. Ha, ha, 
ha." He had one hand at Vera's neck, the other pressed her arm up against 
the middle of her back. It was an obvious police hold. But it didn't look 
like he was going to hurt her. 

"Alright, we're going," said Charley, "but don't hurt her. If you hurt her, 
so help me God, I'll kill you!" He and his sister backed out of the room. 

"What happened?" asked Tina as they stood in the hallway. "Did Dad get drunk 
again? What's going on?" She was beside herself. "And you, look at you, 
Charley, you're naked. So were Mom and Dad. Were you all fucking or 
something?" 

Charley took his sister by the arm. "You might as well know. I've been 
fucking Mom for a day or so. Just because Dad wasn't taking care of her." 

"Ooooh," said Tina, as if this made everything perfectly clear. "And just 
now Dad found out?" 

"Well," said Charley as he escorted her to the living room, "I was on my way 
into the bedroom with Mom with a big hard-on and we thought that Dad was out 
of the house, but when we opened the door, and we were both naked, well, 
there he was. You get the picture?" 

"Yeah," she said, "I'm afraid so. You didn't have a leg to stand on." 

"That's right," said Charley. "It was very embarrassing. But on the other 
hand, Dad's got it coming to him." 

Just then Tina blushed. "About last night," she began, "I sort of made a 
fool out of myself. I'm sorry, but-" 

"I'm not sorry," said Charley. "I liked that. I'd fuck you any time you 
wanted, Tina. It was great. So don't be sorry." 

"You know," she said, her eyes falling to his crotch which was still naked 
and bare, "it might be nice to just kind of rub up against you every now and 
then, just because we're brother and sister and all." 

"What about if we're horny," he chided her. "Can we rub up against each 
other and fuck?" 

She took his hand and brought him up under her robe. "What do you think?" 
she asked, placing his hand between her smooth hot loins. "Of course we can 
fuck. I was just worried that you wouldn't want to since you have Mom to 
think about." 

"Yeah," said Charley, withdrawing his hand from between his sister's legs. 
"We better take care of that first. We can't let Dad hurt her in there." 

"Maybe there's nothing we can do," she said. "And maybe he's not going to 
hurt her, anyway. You don't know." 

"Right," he said, "but we could listen outside the door, just to be sure." 

They made their way back to the door to their parents' bedroom. It was open 
a crack and it was easy to hear and watch what Tom and Vera were saying and 
doing. 

"You listen to me," she said, taking her hand out of Tom's groin, "I don't 
want to pull that meat of yours. I don't want to suck you off. I don't want 
anything to do with that joint of yours. You understand, Tom? I want to live 
alone with the children and that's it." 

Tom Benson sat up in bed. "Now wait just a second, honey. You got to give me 
another chance. I been a good father to these kids, and I like sucking out 
your pussy." 

"The only thing you like," she scolded him, "is your bottle and you. I have 
no use for such cheap sentiments as either of those." She crossed her arms 
on her big boobies. "Now get out of my bed." 

Dolefully, the big drunken man stood up. "OK, Vera, you win this round. But 
I'll be back. You understand? I'll be back and I won't be thinking about how 
rotten a bitch you are, either. You'll see. It's gonna be a real nice 
revenge, Vera. I'm leaving now, but I'll be back to fuck you all day and all 
night as often as I want." He was dressed and ready to leave. 

Tina and Charley rushed away from their viewing post by the bedroom door. 
They retreated to their own room, and watched their father's departure from 
there. 

"You hear me?" he shouted. "It's all fucking over Vera. No more nothing!" He 
slammed the door so hard that it opened again. Charley could see his mother 
laying on her bed. She was naked and sobbing. His father marched to the 
front of the house, wiped everything off of the dining room table with one 
long swipe of his arm, and, following the crash of coffee cups and plates 
and napkin holder and silverware, he jerked open the front door and 
disappeared out into the early afternoon. 

"Wow," whispered Tina, "when they get going, they really do it up right, 
eh?" 

"Yeah," said Charley. "Really." He got up and left Tina behind. He went to 
the bedroom where his mother lay wiping her eyes with Kleenex. He shut the 
door behind him. 

"Oh, Charley," she said with a start, "I'm glad it's you, honey." He sat 
down next to his naked mother. "Are you OK? " he asked. 

"Oh, sure," she told him putting away the kleenex. "I never thought it would 
happen quite like that, but now it's done." She gave a quick little smile, 
nervous like a rabbit. "He's gone." 

"Yup," said Charley. "Boy, I'm sort of glad, too." 

"Yes," she said, "I know. It's sad in one way, but in another at least we're 
done with all that drinking and that meandering around with worried looks 
about when he might hit one or the other of us. And besides," she said with 
her hand now rubbing along his nude muscular thigh, "now you and I have each 
other all to ourselves." 

"Yes, Mom," said Charley. "That's the best part." He felt his meat go stiff 
and ready. "It's going to be a lot of fun now. We'll be able to fuck as 
often as we want to. Whenever and wherever." His mother squeezed his meat. 
"That's right, honey," she concurred. "It's going to be the time of our 
lives!" 

"Now," he said, "is as good a time as any to get started, Mom." She smiled 
and nodded approval. He leaned down to her full bare chest, sucked up one 
fat nipple, licked the titty below and hummed, "Oh, boy, this is going to be 
nice for me!" 

"And for me, too!" added his mother who pushed his face into the flesh of 
her breast. "Very, very nice." She held onto his head by the sides and drove 
him where she wanted his mouth and that licking hot tongue of his. She could 
direct him into her belly, or to her titties, or even into her cunt. At one 
point she loosened her passionate hold on his face and said: "I'm going to 
turn over honey. You know what to do." 

"Oh, yeah, Mom, for sure." He was excited about the next oral sex he would 
be getting. 

His mother propped herself up on all fours and he plowed his tongue in one 
swift stroke down into her bunghole. The shit tube sphincter opened up for 
him, and he filled her anal canal with all the tongue meat she could 
possibly desire. "Oh, my God," she wailed, "that's what I call a delicious 
ream for my shit tube, honey. Just perfect!" She waved her ass-hole back and 
forth while Charley's buggering tongue continued to drill deeper. 

"My, oh, my," she moaned a moment later. "That's hot tongue meat, babe. 
Enough of that. Time for some of the real McCoy!" She slid off his tongue 
and turned around. "And just look at that big healthy meaty prick of yours, 
honey. We got to put that to good use, now, don't we? Yes, indeedy! Come 
here!" She grabbed his big boner and pulled on it, yanked him close. He 
could only follow her tugging hand. So he ended up right next to her with 
her big fat titties rubbing against his chest. He loved that feel that the 
melons gave him, and he especially loved the taste of his mother's tongue 
jamming down his mouth as she was now doing. "Mmmmm," she hummed, Frenching 
out his face. "Yummmmmmmy, Mommy's favorite son!" 

He rocked with her swaying hips. She drew back onto her butt. He fell 
forward and followed her down. "A little lick for my twat, Charley, and then 
we'll be ready. Just one quick lick." 

He lent her his tongue. The twat spread open. The lips surrounding the 
fabulous vagina-fat, thick ooze-covered lips-folded slowly open. He greased 
one and then the other with his thin coating of hot wet saliva. "I'm gonna 
give you my entire juicer tongue!" With that he began, licking up and down 
in her bush. He was able to probe her pussy so well that within a few 
seconds she was gyrating in ecstasy. "My son!" she said, craving more and 
more of his hot mouth muscle. "My lovely son!" 

He picked up his face, out of her twat, and licked her hot smooth loins. 
Then he kissed her smooth belly and trim hips. He worked up her body and 
landed a smacker on his mother's breast, between her titties, and a third on 
her other boob. "Now," he said, licking his chops, "I'm going to get some of 
that lovely kisser of yours, Mom." He opened his mouth and pressed himself 
against her. 

But Mrs. Benson was interested in the big tough meat she could get hold of. 
She reached down and took a nice fistful of her young son's cock. She guided 
the missle into her twat chamber, head first. The mushroom crown rubbed 
successfully at her steamy clit. Soon she gushed like a waterfall, spread 
juice up and down his tool, and prepared herself to have a wonderful climax. 
She arched her back, spread her legs, and bounced Charley up in the air. 
Every time he came down it was even deeper in her cunt that his cock 
drilled. "Oh, my," she groaned, "that's really something else, there, son. 
Really very nice indeed." She tested his abilities by screwing her cunt up 
tight and making it difficult for him to enter. But he penetrated her with 
his mighty flesh prong sword the way he would have cut through butter with a 
hot knife. 

"Oh, my!" she yelled. "Yes indeedy. Jesus fuck!" She lifted her sweaty legs 
up around his face and coiled his head in her loins. "I'm going to gush on 
you, honey. Don't go and drown now, eh?" With that she started letting the 
hot juice flow. There was no stopping her. Had she made a mistake, Charley's 
mother would have broken his neck. Her strokes on his rod Were so powerful 
and so swift that he hardly knew when his meat was in or out of her sweet 
tube. What he did know, and this was for sure, was that in just another 
minute he would begin to flood her cunt chamber with as much juice as 
possible. 

"Oh, Mother!" he bleated out like a sheep. "Oh, Mother!" His spurting rod 
filled her with boiling sperm juice. He soon emptied himself of his full 
load and pulled his cock out of her pussy. "That was terrific!" 

"Yes," she said, rubbing his soft ass cheeks while he lay breathless on top 
of her sweating body. "That was quite nice." She had a sweet smile on her 
face, the smile of contentment that she had not know, except from her son, 
in well over five years. She was honestly happy to have his cock thrusting 
in her, and she looked forward to the next time when they would be fucking. 
She petted the back of his neck softly and said: "You are a good fuck, 
Charley. I'm going to enjoy myself with you from now on. Do you hear me ? 
From now on it's you and me for fuck partners." 

"Yes, Mom," said Charley. Then he dozed off with his head on his mother's 
fat breast. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The ugly chore: clean up the broken dishes, the spilled food and coffee, get 
rid of the mess Tom Benson made when he threw down everything from the 
dining room table-all of this is what Tina did while her brother and mother 
were fucking in the other room. She suspected they were having a grand old 
time while she played Cinderella. But after she'd scraped up the garbage, 
then she had a chance to sit back and relax and wait. She was going to have 
a little talk with her brother when he finished tooling Vera. After all, 
there were two needy women in the Benson household, and if Charley played 
his cards right, he could have-and satisfy-them both. 

But he took too long. It seemed like forever for him to finish up with Vera. 
Tina grew impatient. She took off her robe and whipped a finger into her 
twat. Her gushing cunt speeded up immediately. She found the clit, flicked 
it up and down and took to gasping heartily. "Oooohh," she panted when her 
hips started rocking. "Me oh my, a climax is coming right up!" She folded 
her legs tight around her wrist. She felt her own soft heated flesh wrapped 
around her arm. "Uuuuhhh," she muttered softly. It was over. Her knees 
collapsed and her one leg fell off the couch to the floor. She lay there 
sprawled out, her body abandoned by her mind. She groaned half-consciously: 
"Uuuuuhhh." It was quick, a stopgap measure to keep her from going out of 
her mind while waiting. She knew she'd be hot and ready, horny and lusty in 
another ten minutes. 

She wrapped her robe around her body and paced. The living room carpet felt 
soft under her bare feet. She was glad her father was gone. But her reasons 
were different than Charley's or her mother's. Vera wanted a good fuck, and 
she couldn't get it with Tom hanging all over her. And Charley wanted to 
fuck his mother. But Tom wouldn't let him. It was obvious why mother and son 
wanted husband-father to leave. But young Tina had other reasons. 

She paced and stopped at the living room window. It had been a year since 
the first time. She couldn't forget the day. She dreaded that someone would 
find out, that he would blurt it in a moment of drunkenness, that he would 
bring all sorts of shame on her and forever spoil the love between daughter 
and mother. 

The facts, simply stated, were these: when Tina turned fourteen her father, 
Tom, screwed her. He was her first, and he repeated the incestuous sexual 
intercourse as often as he could. Sometimes the liaison was fueled by Tom, 
other times by Tina. Sometimes Tina loathed the thought of her father's hot 
prick stuffing her young cunt, and other times she refused to live without 
it. 

Once, while her mother hung laundry in the back yard, Tina sucked her 
father's big meat to a perfect erection, and then, when Vera came in 
cheerful and all smiles, Tina had to give up her fabulous pleasure and 
pretend, while Tom hid his meaty dick, that she knew nothing, understood 
nothing about why Tom carted Vera off to the bedroom where he had her finish 
him off. 

She could hear wails and passionate yelps at night. When her mother had 
spent the day or the evening at this or that meeting, and Tina had raised 
Tom's meat to a perfect pitch, then she would have to retire at just the 
moment when things were getting right, and she would have to leave her 
father's passionate pecker which would be finished off by her mother in the 
quiet and the privacy of the bedroom. 

She was jealous, on occasion, of her mother's easy luck. It would be nothing 
for Vera to reach her hands into Tom's trousers and pull his cock out for a 
suck. But if Tina even thought about such a gesture it would cause her 
feelings of guilt and humiliation. 

And yet, each and every time that her father was left alone with her, with 
the opportunity to play lover instead of father, he did so. 

Of course, as Tina now remembered it all, the first time was the strangest. 
Tom, as usual, was slovenly, drunk, hostile and vociferous. He stumbled into 
the bedroom where Tina tried to do homework. "There she is," he had said, 
"my sweet little girl, my own little daughter." He leaned on the door frame. 
She wondered why he was so nice to her, why he spoke softly with compliments 
when usually all he could say was "You get that ass of yours into bed on 
time, honey, or there's gonna be hell to pay." He was nice that night 
because he wanted to jam his cock, she found out, up her pussy. Afterwards 
he was obnoxious. 

She was a virgin until he worked his pecker down her tube. She bled on that 
occasion, not a lot, but enough to frighten her. But she knew better than to 
go to her mother and ask what to do. She suffered the humiliation alone, and 
she grew to know about her body, about her twat. without the help or the 
kindness of any pleasant man or woman. 

So it was that Tina recalled her adventures with her father. There was the 
time, once she'd become used to the notion of fucking him, that he'd taken 
her out in the garage, during the commercial for a football game. Vera 
washed dishes at the sink, and Charley busied himself with homework. She'd 
happened through the room at half-time. Tom reached up with the hand that 
didn't hold a beer can and grabbed her wrist. "Honey," he had said, "I 
wanted to show you something I made for you in the garage." She knew it was 
an excuse to get her alone, and she looked at her mother who appeared to 
know nothing, and then she looked at his crotch where an obvious bulge had 
developed. He had held her by the wrist and brought her out to the garage so 
that he could prop her up on the washing machine, there to ream out her cunt 
with his big horny, paternal prick. She was fourteen and it hadn't taken 
more than a couple of minutes. 

Her twat hole was tight then, at least tighter than now. The muscles were 
better now than they were then. She had more control after a year of fucking 
her father's penis than she had before they began. 

She stood at the window and recalled the time that she and her father had 
been caught in the act. He had his steaming sword slicing up and down in her 
pussy. She had her legs bent back and up so that he could get more of his 
hefty boner into her hole. She gushed and grabbed onto his back in 
preparation for the orgasmic climax. But suddenly a strange woman, without 
knocking, appeared in the bedroom. She had said: "Well, Tom Benson, you get 
it from just about everyone, don't you?" She smiled and walked away with her 
heels clicking on the hardwood floor in the hallway and living room. This 
time they heard the living-room door. "Who was that, Daddy?" she'd asked. 
But he didn't say anything. "Forget her," he'd said, and he plowed his meaty 
shaft down her cunt hole again. Relentlessly he'd finished himself off in 
her greasy hole. As on other occasions he'd left her hanging and frustrated 
with no pleasure that she could call ultimate. He'd always done it that way, 
with no regard for whether or not she was pleased and gratified. She'd asked 
him again about the strange woman, so lovely, so mysterious, and he'd told 
her to "Shut the fuck up or I'll kick your ever lovin' ass." With that he'd 
thrown her out of the bed. She'd wondered for a long time if the strange 
woman was going to tell her mother about how she was fucking him, about how 
she screwed Daddy. 

But the time passed quickly. Soon she'd learned to accept the incestuous 
intercourse, even to enjoy it. At the end she dreamed about it, begged him 
on occasion to fill her hot horny channel. Of course, when she'd begun 
fucking other men, boys at school, for example, she knew not to tell Tom. 

An itch in Tina's hungry cunt brought her back to the present. She scratched 
the edge of her wet bush, and then she turned away from the window. She was 
pleased to find Charley standing at the hallway door. He'd been watching her 
stare out the living room window. 

"Hello," he said. 

"Hello," she replied. 

"Mom and I-" 

"I know," she said. "You don't have to worry about me." She pulled her robe 
around her long slender legs. Her big tits could be seen in the V-neck, but 
only the smooth tops. 

Charley, however, was nude except for a towel. "What were you thinking 
about?" he asked. 

"Oh, just things," she squeaked. "You know, girl things." She smiled and 
walked over near him. "I wanted to talk to you, though. You told me 
yesterday, or this morning-it's been such a long day I forget-about you and 
Mother, so I want to be sure that you and T have something for ourselves, 
too." 

"You don't have to worry about that, sis," said Charley. He reached into her 
terry cloth robe and gave a neat stroke to one of his sister's irresistible 
titties. The nipple sprouted like an animated flower cartoon. "Oh, nice," he 
said. "Really terrific." 

She blushed and reached down to the towel. "Where's Mom?" 

"Asleep." 

She pulled on the towel. "Come on," she said, "Let's see it. We don't have 
to worry about Mom or Dad. Let's do some really nice screwing." 

Charley still held the towel in place. "You sure that's what you want?" he 
asked. 

"Of course, I'm sure," she said. "What do you think? I'd say for you to fuck 
me and not know what I meant." 

"Some people do that kind of thing," said Charley, suddenly wiser beyond his 
teenage years. "After all, take Dad for example, he-" But Charley saw the 
expression on his sister's face change. "What is it, Tina? Something I said? 
About Dad?" 

"Oh, no," she said. "What could you say about Daddy that would bother me?" 
She tried to look away from him. 

"It is about him, isn't it?" Charley persisted. He grabbed his sister by the 
shoulders and shook her toward him. "Tell me what it is, Tina. Come on, tell 
me!" 

She stared blankly at him for a moment, but then a sorrowful, all-telling 
look came into her eyes. He let loose of her. He knew immediately that his 
sister had been fucking his father. "Oh," he said, "it's like that, is it. 
Well, don't you worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything. I won't 
tell Mom a word." 

She looked up bright-eyed and relieved. "Really? You promise?" 

"Scout's honor!" he said holding up one hand. 

She took advantage of his lack of preparedness to pull off the towel. 
"That's what I want!" she exclaimed. "That prick!" 

"Hey," he complained, "that's not fair." 

She fell on her knees and held his joint in her face. Her lips worked 
quickly up and down his joy stick. "What's not fair?" she asked after she'd 
wet down the entire muscle. "That I suck you off? Or what?" 

"Forget it," he said catching his breath. "Forget I said anything." Under 
the robe her shoulders were smooth and tanned. He held her there while she 
stroked his dick with her long, narrow tongue. She rotated her mouth around 
and around her brother's hot meat. "I like that, Tina," he told her, still 
standing in the doorway to the hall. "I like that a lot." She held onto the 
base of his meat with both hands, with two small fists. She pulled on the 
root while her tongue rubbed at the crown. Then she pushed on his loins, 
indicated to him to spread his legs. 

He opened up for her by letting his feet slide sideways. Tina took advantage 
of the new access. She applied one hand to the breach in her brother's ass. 
There she slid a finger back and forth until finally she landed the same 
digit up the bunghole. Simultaneously, she stroked his meat with her tongue, 
and she rubbed his balls with her smooth palm. 

"You lick better than Mom," he said. "I mean it." He watched her go at his 
prick, as though it were the last penis in the world. That kind of suck, he 
was sure, even through his limited experience, would be hard to find. So he 
applied his hands to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her 
silky hair. He loved his sister, in many more ways than one. 

"Oh, now," she said, seeing how big his stick had become, "we have to get 
into bed someplace." 

"What about here," he suggested pointing to the living room sofa. 

"Alright by me," she said. She slid out of her robe and onto the couch. But 
rather than lay lengthwise, she let her feet touch flat on the floor. Her 
smooth thighs were spread out. He would have to enter her straight on, with 
only her butt on the edge of the couch. 

Charley fell down between his sister's legs and checked out the hot pussy. 
The lips were slender but curved just right. There was a good supply of 
juice, and lots of pretty pubic hair. He lifted himself toward her thinking 
to bury his meat inside the narrow channel. 

"No," she said, "first I want you to eat me out. I want you to give me a 
really good tongue job, Charley. I don't know why, but I'll feel more secure 
that way. Will you do it? For me?" 

"Of course, sis," he said with a big smile. "Tell you what: you put your 
legs up over my shoulders. Then I'll just lean down into that sofe space 
there and give you all the tongue you can possibly use." 

She giggled that this was a marvelous plan. "Come and get it!" 

He lowered his face to the hot wet bush. "Here you go, Tina," he warned. His 
tongue flapped out like a hungry lizard's, only instead of just resting in 
the open position, he went up and down her cunt with it. He sucked her tube, 
her clitoris, her meaty little vaginal lips. He could feel the luscious flow 
of her sweet juice running down his chin. Her female aroma filled the living 
room, and his hard-on grew even stiffer. 

"God damn fucking-a," she cried, softly rolling her pelvis around his tongue 
meat. "That's the kind of hot fuck in the cunt that can make a girl forget 
all her troubles. Mmmmm, good!" She clamped her hot thighs shut on his face. 
Then she put her hands down under her butt and lifted her pussy harder, 
closer to his mouth. She got more of that worming tongue flapping in her 
twat, and that's what made her so happy. "Oooooh," she cooed, "Lovely, 
Charley! The best!" 

He pushed her thighs open so that he could get air. "Wow," he said, "I was 
suffocating down there. Lemme breathe." Clit juice dripped from his nose and 
cheek. "Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "Too bad Dad's not here to see this one." 

"Yeah," agreed Tina. "But he'd probably want to hog the whole thing just for 
himself." She opened her comely thighs wider. "Come on," she insisted, 
"shove the big one in me." 

He stood up and put his hands on either side of her head on the back of the 
sofa. In this manner he could do a push up on her smooth sweaty body. And on 
the down stroke, if everything went right, his cock would be in his sister's 
willing twat. He lowered himself toward the target area. 

"I'm just gonna make sure," said Tina, looking down between their bodies, 
"that you go in right." She took his prick in her hand and guided the 
missile to the target area. When Charley had his fat prick head within 
range, Tina worked her hand back down to the base and tooled herself with 
the head. In this way, as Charley started forward, into the slippery breach, 
she could be sure to have his meaty head wherever she wanted it. "Ooh, my," 
she hollered when he started in, "that's just exactly right." She let go of 
his prick because every inch of it rubbed along her erect clitoris. 

"You like that?" he asked softly, blowing hot moist air in her ear. "I mean, 
you like that big prick going in your little tube, don't you?" 

"You know I do," she said. "Otherwise I wouldn't be doing it." She smiled. 
"Of course, you could always force me to do it. But that's different." She 
lifted her hands and wrapped them around his firm butt cheeks. She pulled 
him down close to her, between her legs, and further into her twat hole. "I 
like a lot of you in me," she told her brother. "The more meat, the better 
the screw, eh?" 

She began gyrating to give his hefty flesh prong some stimulation. "I like 
that," he said, "but I think the real thing is yet to come." He picked his 
sister up off the couch and held her around the waist. Her legs curled 
around his hips. Her twat was greased well enough to slip and slide freely 
on his cock while he stood up and changed positions. "Oh my God, Charley," 
she screamed, "what are you doing?" Her legs knotted around his waist. She 
crossed her ankles so as not to slip off her brother's hefty meat. 

"I'm taking you over here," he said, rolling her down under him. Now they 
lay on the carpeting. She had her knees up and her twat was open wide. 
"Good, eh?" he asked before plunging in again. 

"What a screw," she said breathlessly. His meat dug down into her twat tube. 
She tried to squeeze him into place, tried to get his boner milked and 
juicing. But his speed and power were quicker than her smooth, wet muscles. 
He jabbed her as hard as he could and the result was her passionate wail, 
her bouncing belly and shaking hips. "Oh, my God! Fuck! Fuck!" 

He squirted hot come up the wet contracting tube. "There," he said. "Now you 
got more of what Mom got." 

"Mmmmm," she said, slowly easing down off his tough, steely rod, "that's 
what I call a dyno-fucking-might screw job!" She rolled over to the side. 

"Me, too," said Charley. "I call it dyno-fucking-might, too!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

On Sunday morning the threesome sat at the breakfast table. Tina and her 
mother wore their robes. Charley sat in a pair of shorts. 

"It's so nice," said Vera, not to have to worry that your father's gonna 
come in here hung over and start yelling and all." 

"Yeah," said Tina, "I was just thinking the same thing." She slid her hand 
out of sight under the kitchen table. She came upon Charley's muscular leg, 
and while she spoke she rubbed and squeezed it. "Whenever Dad got angry he 
always took it out on us. He was a real prick to us, and I hope he never 
fucking comes back here and tries to give us such a hard time." By now she'd 
arrived in her brother's crotch where, without much difficulty, she'd 
managed to bring up a fresh meaty boner. 

"This thing is," said Charley, wondering how much longer he could go without 
getting up from the table and taking his sister into the bedroom, "Dad's 
gonna be back. That's what he promised, and I do believe he meant that." 

"So fucking what?" said Vera. "I don't give a shit if he comes back here 
begging for my cunt with a million dollars in his hand. I ain't going 
nowhere near him." 

"What if he reforms?" asked Tina. She tugged on the head of Charley's meat. 

"Oh," he squirmed. 

"What?" asked Vera of Charley. 

"Oh, nothing, Mom," said Charley, trying to get comfortable while his sister 
persisted in playing with his cock. "I was just clearing my throat." But 
under the table the manipulation of his prick continued. 

"If he does reform," said Vera, adjusting her robe, "that would be a 
miracle. And we're not-likely to see one of those on your father's account." 

"Still," said Tina, "I think it would be nice if Dad came back and proved 
that he knew how to treat us all right." She smiled and jerked on Charley's 
pecker. "He was nice to us sometimes." She stroked the side of his shaft. 
"Wasn't he, Charley?" 

Her brother could hardly speak. "Listen," he said, "I think I better skip 
the rest of breakfast. I got a lot of homework to catch up on." He stood up 
and hid his bulging penis as best he could. 

"Me, too," said Tina to Vera. "Lots of homework." She winked at her mother 
and got up from the table. Then, when Charley had left the room, she leaned 
over the table and whispered : "I'll just see what's bugging him." Vera 
winked back. 

In the bedroom in a harsh whisper Charley balled out Tina: "What were you 
doing there? You could have given the whole show away." 

"I was just trying to cheer you up a little," she said. "Just a wake up 
hand-job, that's all." She smiled. Charley blushed. He reached for the door 
and pushed it shut. "OK, sis," he said, "now you can give me a real wake-up 
present." He pressed his mouth down into hers. His lips were parted and his 
tongue went flying into her open mouth. 

"Uuuuuh,' she grunfed. "Oh, fuck." 

"Yeah," sad Charley, "this is gonna be alright." His hands toured her 
smooth, ample chest. When he came to nipples he squeezed, tugged, and leaned 
his face close to lick. "Yum-yum," he said. "Breakfast dessert!" He went 
licking her big titties. "Nothing like a morning snack to get me started!" 

She slid her hands down into her brother's hot crotch. She used her index 
fingers to pull the elastic band of his underwear out and away from his 
body. In this manner she was able to pull his underwear off of him without 
rubbing against the big stiff boner. Then, with his pants down around his 
feet, she kneeled away from his breast-feeling palms and took up with his 
cock. "You know," she said, "your pecker is not that much different from 
Dad's." 

"No lectures," he said. "Just a little suck, if you please." 

"Funny," she said, holding his rod next to her soft cheek, "Dad used to say: 
no commentaries, just the lick." She stuck out her tongue and went to work 
on his remarkable phallus. She would have no trouble getting for herself an 
adequate feel of the meat. There was so much of it that it was impossible 
for her to cover all the territory at once. "This is a giant fucking meat!" 
she said in an astonished voice. 

"You saw it yesterday and you weren't so impressed," said Charley. "What's 
different?" 

"Maybe the light," she said, "I don't know." But she went rubbing the meaty 
prick as best she could. It was soon slippery with her warm saliva, and 
there was no telling what kind of lick she wanted to give. Sometimes she 
used the side of his meat like a corncob, and she nibbled on it, chewed and 
gnawed. At another time she would lick up and down on her brother's phallus 
pretending that it was a juicy red snow cone. And finally, she would suck 
the whole hob into her face and give the head a good tongue rub, thinking to 
herself that it was nothing but a big popsicle. 

"Oh, God damn," grunted Charley. "Sis, you give the best head I ever got." 

"You only got it," she said observantly, "from me and Maw. So how would you 
know?" 

"I can tell," was all he said. He felt ashamed to have been called a small 
time lover. He liked to think himself as fantastic and prolific, and here 
his sister had said that he'd only fucked a couple of women, that he knew 
very little about the act itself. His prick began to sag. 

"Aw," she said, sensing the problem, "I didn't mean anything by that. T 
think you're great, Charley. Really, I do." She slid her hand up into his 
anus. She probed his sphincter muscle, gave a good tug on his dick with her 
lips and then said: "Don't feel bad just because I said something dumb, eh?" 

His pecker rose again. The meat took on the shape of a good stiff bone. 
"Thanks," he said, "I needed that." 

She went quickly to work to make sure that the new erection remained as 
stiff as would be necessary to do the work in her twat hole. She had risen 
from bed with a horny, hollow feeling in her cunt, and she knew that the 
more fucking she got done that morning the better the day would be. "I want 
a lot of this prick inside me," she moaned between his legs. "What do you 
say?" 

"I say good," said Charley. "Let's do it." He started to follow her over to 
the bed. 

"And I say," said a familiar but uninvited voice, "that you better save some 
of that for me. 

"Who the hell?" Charley swung around. His mother stood in the doorway. 
"Mom?! You here?" 

"Yup," she said. "And I don't mind you two fucking each other. After all, 
you're brother and sister, but I do want to be sure that I get my fair 
share, too." She smiled and came into the room. "What do you say?" 

"Alright by me," said Tina. "Let's do it in the big bed, though." 

"Good," said Charley. 

Vera, their mother, took the two teenagers by the hands and led them into 
her room. 

"OK, " she said, "I want to see you two do it first. Then I'll go." 

"Lick my ass-hole, Mom," said Charley, "OK ? While I fuck her, eh?" 

"S"re," she agreed, "I guess I can watch from up there." 

Tina crawled up onto the bed and spread out her long smooth legs. "Here you 
go, Charley. Come to sister. Come fuck me in the cunt, brother Charley. I 
love that pecker meat, and you got a big one." She reached down to her pussy 
and spread open the smooth lips. Charley was quick to climb onto her body. 
He had a good enough erection that he figured he would be able to fuck both 
women with the same hard-on. So he started off by drilling his sister's twat 
first. Then, when he saw that she was good and horny and enjoying herself 
immensely, and when his mother had properly reamed his ass-hole for about 
five minutes, he slid up and out of Tina's cunt tube and attacked Vera. 

"Come on," he shouted, "get down on your back, Mom. I'm gonna give it to you 
just the way you wanted." He threw his weight into a good soft tackle on her 
shoulders. She went down on her back on the king-sized mattress. Before she 
could say "finger-lick" he had his prick up her cunt tube. He shoved it in 
good and hard. The hole was too greasy for her to try and stop him, or slow 
him down. Not that she would have anyhow. 

"Oh, my, my, my," she stuttered. "I don't believe that-" 

"Can it, Mom," he told her. "You know you love it, so just slow down and let 
me give you all the cock you can handle." 

"Now, Charley, that's no way to talk to your mother. If you want to fuck me, 
you'll-" 

He nailed her with his meat: "If I want to fuck you, I'll tell you about it 
and you'll do it." 

"Oh, please, God, don't let him hurt her." moaned Tina who was suddenly 
frightened. 

"Shut the fuck up, Tina," shouted Charley. "Mom's getting the biggest thrill 
she ever had. She loves it. Tell Tina. Go on, tell her." He slid his pecker 
in and out of her muscular twat tube. 

"Ooooh, God, yes, he's the best fuck, Tina. I do love it. It's such a juicy 
fuck for my twat!" She rolled her hips so as to give Charley the kind of 
action that would get him hot and lusty as soon as possible. Her smooth 
pelvis rubbed nicely against his grain, and her pussy gripped him with hot 
flesh walls of juice. 

"You coming, Mom?" asked Charley, his prong nowhere near satisfied. "You 
going to have an orgasm already ? " He sat up and pulled his meat out of her 
long wet tube. "Look at that," he said pointing at his mother. She was 
oblivious to the fact that he had removed his pecker from her cunt. "She's 
got so much ecstasy in her right now she don't even need a cock. How about 
that?" He smiled, happy to see that he'd given Vera something very nice. 

"Now you want to do me?" asked Tina. "The way we started in the bedroom." 

"God, yes," said Charley. He looked at her naked chest. The titties were the 
same as his mother's, but firmer. And the nipples had already formed into 
tight little rosy buds. He wanted to get a good suck going on one of those 
breasts. "Come here, Tina, please," he sighed. 

She came across the bed and stuffed a titty up into his mouth. "Like this?" 
She used her hands to support the breast and to feed it into his mouth. He 
sucked and licked the hot little nipple. Then he proceeded to his sister's 
smooth pink chest. He licked and kissed and mouthed everything in sight. She 
slid down under him and he mounted her. His hard as rock phallus descended 
the length of her tube. She heaved her weight backwards, sending her cunt up 
on the shaft of his meat. The thick base filled the opening of the twat 
entrance. There the plentiful supply of juice trickled down from the stem of 
his point, between his balls, and down along his butt cheeks. She rocked him 
back and forth so that more of his hot cock would slide down into her 
slippery tube. He could feel the hot lips, the fleshy slippery insides, the 
fine contracting muscles ... all going to work on his hefty boner. A moment 
later he yelled: "Fuck me, Tina! Fuck my joint!" 

She cranked up her legs, up and over his shoulders. She used a tight as a 
vice grip around his neck. That way she was sure that he wouldn't be the 
fish that got away. She held him in her the way she would have held a 
six-foot tool. He was flesh, but she manipulated his body with her long 
smooth legs, with her tender loins, with her hot rocking pelvis. She knew 
what she wanted and how to get it, and her brother was more than willing to 
give it to her, too. 

"Oooh, God fucking damn," she cried when his meat went flying to the back 
most wall of her tube. "Shit me around, Charley, you never did it to me like 
that before!" She rocked up into his groin. She still had a muscular grip on 
his neck with her legs. She was all the way back on her spine, and her cunt 
tilted up to receive the meat he drilled her with. 

In and out Charley shoved his pecker. His sister's hot box couldn't have 
taken another inch of bone. He jammed so fast and so hard that Tina had no 
idea whether he was in her pussy or out of it. He rubbed the big mushroom 
crown against the softest, smoothest part of her slippery lips. Then, just 
to consu-mate the tingle in his cock tip, he rubbed the entire shaft in the 
greasy well itself. He returned to the outer lips and built up another 
titillating feel on the tip of his meat. The chills flew back and forth 
between the two of them, and it would have been impossible to tell who, 
brother or sister, was more turned on, more heated. 

It was, then, while this mass of flesh rocked in a pile of juice and heat, 
that Mrs. Benson came to her senses. She looked around and saw her son 
fucking her daughter. It looked good to her, given everything else that had 
happened that weekend, and she wanted to get some more of the action for 
herself. She slid down under Charley's butt, and while he rocked in and out 
of her daughter, she filled his bunghole with soft tongue meat. 

"Oh, God, Mom," cried Charley, "that's really a thrill." In fact, it was so 
much of a thrill that every time his mother jammed her mouth muscle up into 
his shit tube, Charley thrust his meat even further into his sister's hot 
box. "Oh, fuck," she moaned in ecstasy, "I can't believe how much hot cock I 
get from you." She jerked her hips and began spraying her climactic ooze all 
along his huge pecker. The juice let Charley know that the orgasm for his 
sister was nearly over, that now he would have to either come himself, or 
look elsewhere for the balance of his own action. 

Tina finished off about five seconds later. She rolled away from the big red 
log. Charley had not jerked into orgasm. He had a massive wad of jism stored 
in his young, hot balls, and he wanted to shoot it off. 

"Listen," said his mother, when he had told her how horny he was, "I'll help 
you. Bring the meaty joint over here. You can spear my face for a while." 
She lay down and had him straddle her chest and head. . "Lean that dick down 
on my face. Not in my mouth, on my face." 

Charley pressed his meaty prick against his mother's cheeks, along her nose, 
against her forehead. The underside of his pecker brushed 

Vera's eyeballs, and her ears, and sometimes he went darting against the 
side of her head, in her long silky sandy blonde hair. 

"You know," she spoke quietly to him, soothingly as he rammed his prick this 
way and that along her soft skin, "I used to enjoy this so much that one 
time I went out and paid a man to supply me with this little trick. Do you 
believe it?" She watched the hot cock rub against her cheeks and her nose. 
She loved the strokes he took to make himself even hotter and more 
passionate than he was when they began. "You getting hotter, Charley? Is it 
working?" 

"Oh, yeah, Mom, I'm going to be boiling over in a minute. Just wait another 
second or two." 

"Why don't you try my twat again, for the final thrill? I'd kind of like to 
have that pot of jism inside me, just for the hell of it." She winked at the 
underside of her son's prick, as if to say goodbye to the face rub. But she 
squeezed with her cunt when he'd climbed in down there, and that was as if 
to say hello. 

"My, my," she moaned, "this is about as much meat as I've had in me in a 
year." Her juicing box flowed quickly down his shaft. "I'm juicing up all 
over again," she told him. "You don't mind, do you, Charley?" She rolled her 
pussy muscles along the shank of his joint. "I mean, after all, it is a bit 
my doing that you have such a pleasant feel right this minute. Without me, 
you'd have never been here at all." 

"That's right, Mom," said Charley. "You're my mother and I'm your son. We'll 
pretend that today is Mother's Day. How would you like me to plug this cunt 
of yours?" He rested his body on her long fleshy frame. Her tits supported 
him. He reached up to those full boobies and cupped them with his palms. The 
nipples were like inflamed, budding flowers. They were popping with fresh 
lust, ready to spring open and bloom. "How do you like it, Mom?" 

"I like it all the ways you can imagine," she told him. "You rub that dick 
against me, that's what counts. I like it everyway." 

With that freedom, Charley pulled his meat out of his mother's twat and 
turned around. He gave her his ass-hole to play with, and he, for his part, 
rubbed his pecker down between her legs while he held her ankles. He had her 
feet near his face, his cock between her smooth ample thighs, and his butt 
within reach of her gently caressing fingers. His own hands he wrapped down 
around her ass cheeks. "Mom, Mom," he cried, "give my anus a good sticking 
with your fingers while I rub my penis between your legs." 

"Sure, son," she said. "Here you go!" She poked a finger into his anus 
muscle. The finger went flying up the canal, so far in, in fact, that Mrs. 
Benson was fearful she might hurt her son. But he writhed in ecstasy and 
rubbed his meaty joint this way and that between her lovely legs. He held on 
tight to her butt cheeks, and, every now and again supplied her shit tube 
with a small feel for which she was quite appreciative. "Oh, son," she would 
moan and coo, "I like having your ass-hole to play with. It give me a kind 
of special delight." She jerked her finger around in his bunghole and 
caressed the sides of his butt cheeks. Finally, she reached under his belly, 
from behind, and took hold of his meat. "Come up here and stuff Mommy, 
honey. Give me that long steely rod of yours up my cute little cunt hole." 

She had hold of him. He followed the tender feel of his mother's hand on his 
penis. When he arrived facing about, laying on her front to front, he sucked 
her titties. His frenzied passion had taken over all together, as indicated 
by his passionate wail: "FUCK MOTHER! FUCK MOTHER! Oh, I love this fucking 
screw in your twat, Mom!" He had indeed landed his penis within her pussy 
channel. He penetrated to the ultimate depths of her hole. He gave her all 
the hot muscle he could dig up. She squeezed and gyrated and rotated on his 
stiff flesh prong. 

"Uh-oh," he screamed, "there it is!" 

"Oh, yes," she moaned, "there it is!" Gently, she tilted her hips, angled 
her twat so as to cup his meat and the spilling jism. Each and every squirt 
ran down her tube and into the back, into her pussy reservoir. Soon her 
canal was flooded with semen and clit juice. She pushed on his chest, 
exercised her authority as his mother to get him off of her. "You stay there 
for a minute," she said breathing hard. 

"Mom?" he asked. "Are you OK? I didn't do anything wrong did I?" 

"No, honey, but I want to be quiet for a minute. Just for one minute, OK? " 
She put her finger to her lips and said: "Shhh." Then she rested her hand on 
her smooth full thigh. 

Charley lay back wondering what his mother was doing. Vera had never done 
such a thing before, or at least he'd never seen her like this. She looked 
like a woman in a funeral parlor. He wondered if perhaps she was meditating. 

When a few minutes had gone by he sat up and looked between his mother's 
spread legs. Dripping from her twat was a line of greyish juice and ooze, a 
mixture of twat liquid and semen. Charley loved the sight of his mother's 
ass cheeks sticking out below her honey pot lips. He was tempted to reach 
down between the soft, slippery loins and take a quick little feel of those 
nice pink and brown buttocks, but then he remembered that she wanted just to 
be still. 

"Alright," she said suddenly, "that's all. Come here, Charley." 

He looked at his mother strangely. She was acting weird, but he followed her 
command. "Kiss me," she said. "On the lips." 

He leaned down and planted his tongue between his mother's thick lips. His 
tongue went here and there looking for a comfortable place to rest in her 
oral cavity. She pushed him away for a moment, and when he came back, she 
was hot and open and ready. He found the perfect hollow for his hungry mouth 
muscle. 

When they stopped kissing Charley asked her why she'd acted strange before. 
"Oh," she said, "I just wanted to appreciate how nice everything has been." 

"I hope it stays that way," said Charley. 

"Me, too," sighed Vera. "Me, too." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The following Friday night Tina lay in bed alone. Her brother and her mother 
had left her at home for the evening. They'd each some place to go. 

She contemplated calling a friend, but no one was in. She had no desire to 
see any special men. Her brother satisfied her in every way. She wondered, 
on occasion, if perhaps he might not fuck her more often, but for the most 
part, Tina was quite content in this regard. 

Her studies had improved since her incestuous intercourse with Charley. And 
every now and then, with a little help from Vera, Tina learned something new 
and exciting about her young, nubile body. 

On this particular evening, however, she found herself feeling lusty. Yet 
there was no one around to help her satisfy her desires. She lay in bed 
wondering when Charley would be home, what she should do in the meantime in 
order to relax. 

Soon she found herself sliding her palms slowly up and down her slender 
tanned thighs. She could feel the soft heat her long legs generated, and her 
smooth hands continued to rub. She slid up and down her legs with her open 
fingers, and sometimes she squeezed her loins lightly, or dropped a finger 
down close to her vagina. Back and forth, up and down she went. She was 
laying on her back giving herself a nice, soft rub. 

After a while she raised her knees and stroked the soft insides of her 
thighs. She used her finger tips to move slowly up and down her comely 
loins. She started up near her knee and moved lightly along the inside of 
her upper legs. 

Later, as the tingle and the chill crawled across her body, she lifted one 
hand to her heating breasts. There she massaged, by pressing her palm in 
gentle circles on her nipples, her tits into a passionate fever. The bright 
red nipples sprouted like budding flowers. They became hard, and the big 
brown caps underneath were also taut with excitement. She squeezed her 
titties, just to make sure she received a long deep thrill. Finally, while 
the one hand caressed her breasts and her chest and her belly, the other 
worked down into her bush. 

This second hand took on the largest chore. For there between Tina's soft, 
slick thighs, was the empty, ready twat so much in need of stimulation. She 
applied one finger to the slender, glistening lips surrounding her vagina. 
The finger traveled up and down between the slippery folds of skin. Soon her 
pussy unfolded like a flower, and she forced the flesh petals to stay open 
so that she could work her long, middle digit up into the wet, needy 
channel. 

In the dark of her bedroom, the fifteen year old began to breathe harder, 
faster. Her heart beat accelerated, and she felt her eyes dilate. She lifted 
her knees higher so as to be better able to reach a long finger into her wet 
canal. With a staccato, rapid fire technique, she finger fucked herself for 
probably thirty strokes. Then, using two hands in her crotch, one from 
underneath-so as to work a little action into her anus-and the other from 
above, she closed the gap between herself and orgasmic bliss. Finally, the 
finger penetrating her pussy attacked the clitoris muscle. The flow of juice 
trebled instantly. 

"Ooooh," she moaned out loud, "here I go." She spread her legs as far apart 
as she could, as though a man lay between her hot smooth thighs, and she 
stabbed her cunt repeatedly until she was on the verge of a half-way decent 
climax. "Oooooh," she groaned again out loud. "Ahhhhhh." 

"Having fun ? " asked a deep, male voice. "Or just getting your little box 
ready for me?" 

In the dark, at first. Tina couldn't recognize the familiar intruder. He'd 
startled her, for she thought she was all alone in the house, and that the 
doors were locked. 

"It's only me," said the silhouette at the door to the bedroom. "Don't be 
afraid." 

She sat up, scared out of her mind. "Who is it?" she screamed. "Get out! 
I'll scream! Who are you?! ? " 

It was more the shock of surprise rather than the presence of another person 
that caused Tina to react in this hysterical manner. Also, she was in an 
intimate physical state, vulnerable in every way. This coupled with the 
darkness and the intruder's calm demeanor made her all the more susceptible 
to fear. 

"Don't be afraid, Tina," said the voice of Tom Benson, "it's me, your 
father." 

"What? Daddy? Oh, my God!" She now recognized the voice. "You scared the 
hell out of me. Why did you sneak up on me like that?" 

"I just didn't know anyone was home," he said, crossing the room. "Then I 
heard heavy breathing, and I didn't know what to expect." 

He sat down on the bed next to his calming daughter. "I came into the 
hallway and didn't see anybody, but the gasping and the panting kept getting 
louder. So I looked in here." He stretched a hand toward her closest, bare 
thigh. "How are you, darling? How have you been?" His hand rested for a 
moment on her chilled upper leg. The skin was smooth, fresh, just the 
slightest bit moist. 

"I'm fine," she said, "but that's far enough." She grabbed his wrist. "I've 
had all of that that a girl can take." 

"Ha, ha, ha," he said, holding his hand away from her smooth leg. "You 
seemed to like it three weeks ago. What's come over you, darling Tina? You 
don't think I'm an ogre the way your brother and your mother say, now, do 
you?" He smiled, and even in the dark, Tina could see that he was trying to 
talk her into something. "Do you?" 

Tina leaned back against the wall furthest from her father. "I don't know 
what to think," she said. "Sometimes I think that you just drank a little 
too much-or that you drink a little too much-but then, oh, I don't know, 
it's not my problem any more." 

"Because I'm not here, is that it?" He looked away from her. 

Perhaps, she thought, he was honestly hurt. But what of the times when they 
made love and he paid her no mind, no consideration for her sense of 
frustration. She wasn't sure, but she thought that if she didn't do things 
exactly right, she would soon end up, once again, with her father's sex 
muscle drilling her twat. 

"Well," he asked again. "Is that it, honey? That since I'm not here it's no 
longer a problem?" 

"Yes," she said in a whisper. "But I do miss you, Daddy. I really do." 

He reached out and took her hand. "That's enough," he said. He started to 
get up, to leave go his daughter's soft skin, but, despite her feelings to 
the contrary, Tina found herself yelping after him: "Daddy, no, please, 
don't go yet. I just have to be with you for a little while. Please." They 
met when he turned around half way across the room. The shadows were long 
and deep around them, and as they embraced, she nude, he fully clothed, they 
turned and first Tina, then Tom, had his back to the shaft of light that 
illuminated the bedroom doorway from the hall. "Oh, Tina," he moaned, "I 
miss you, darling." 

"Please, Daddy, make it quick," she moaned. 

"Come on," he said, "I don't think we have much time," and he started to 
pull her by the hand, toward the hallway, probably thinking that they would 
use the main bedroom, the king-sized bed. 

"No," said Tina, "not there. Here. Here in my bed." 

"But Tina," he began. And then he realized that if he wanted to win her back 
he must make certain compromises. He smiled, appeared to understand her 
concern, her need, to make love to him in her own bed, and he joined her 
there. 

Tina slid her hands down to her father's neat leather and metal belt. She 
undid the clasp, and then the buttons on his shirt. He loosened his tie, 
undid it all together, and then he slid out of his pants. She helped him 
with his shirt, and when he was nude and next to her, she rubbed his hairy 
chest, his manly muscles, and his thighs. "I missed you, darling," he said. 
"Did you know that?" He wrapped his large hands around the back of her head 
and pulled her close to his face. His big mouth opened and filled her face 
with tongue. 

"Uuuuhh," she moaned in her father's arms. "I, ah, ooooohhh...." 

He slid a finger into her lubricated, oozing twat. "There," he said. 
"There's the little girl I love." His middle digit worked her pussy tube and 
sought out the familiar clitoris. When he located the small knob of 
sensitive tissue, he added another finger to the stew pot. He pinched the 
clit, tugged on it, pushed and pulled it this way and that. 

Tina, meanwhile, had taken to stroking her father's hefty dark meat. She 
used a circled index finger and thumb to wrap the base, and a similar 
arrangement of her left hand to pull and stimulate the mushroom head. Soon 
her father's pecker blossomed into a jumbo erection, one which she hardly 
believed she'd previously fit into her narrow twat. "It's so big," she said. 
"I don't understand." 

"I'm horny, honey. It makes my cock so fat I don't know what to do." 

"Dad," she asked, "have you quit drinking?" She tugged on the pecker, rubbed 
the shank of the penis, and then used one hand to play with his balls while 
she listened to his answer: "Yes," he said, "more or less. Maybe just for 
now. But I feel better this way. Makes me awfully damn horny, though. Have 
to get sex once a day or I go out of my mind. But I haven't had a drink 
since that day I left here, honey. And I mean to keep it that way." 

She opened her legs wider for him. She liked the idea that her fathr might 
have reformed. "Maybe," she said, feeling his massive finger working in her 
pussy, "just maybe we could talk Mom into taking you back. If you've really 
quit all that booze and nonsense stuff." 

"Oh, I don't know, honey," he said, massaging her bush and the lips around 
her vagina. "I don't know how good an idea it would be for me to come back 
right now." Her pussy was gushing in the palm of his hand. "You are really 
hot, babe. You want my dick now?" 

"Oh," she said, looking down at the long fat muscle that could easily nail 
her to the bed, "I don't know yet. Maybe it's not such a good idea after 
all." 

"Oh, baby doll," he groaned, somewhat angry but still cool, "you can't do 
this to me. It's not right." 

"Hey, Dad," she said in a strong cool voice, "what about all the times you 
left me and Mom hanging. What was right about that?" 

"Nothing," he said. "I was a drunk then. Now I'm not. I wouldn't let that 
happen if I could help it." 

She wanted to believe her father because when he fucked her properly he was 
the best. But if he was just fooling around, giving her the business, then 
the night would turn out miserably. She'd be better off masturbating. So she 
asked him: "You want to try and make me satisfied?" 

"Yes," he said. "Yes." 

She spread her legs and invited him in. He climbed up onto his teenage 
daughter's hot body. With one quick jerk of her hips she placed his meat all 
the way up her canal. "How do you like that, Dad?" 

"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you have the nicest cunt I've had in a long time. 
It's soft and slippery and tighter than ever. I love it." 

"You're harder than ever, Dad. I think it's cause you stopped that drinking 
or something. Maybe you just know your way around better now, I mean maybe 
you know better what you want from all of us and stuff like that." She 
rocked her hips up onto his rod. The stiff meat of his sexually stimulated 
groin pumped her crotch. She leveled him out, though, pulled his big dick to 
the back of her pussy and twisted her hips. The thrill belonged to both of 
them as the new feel spread across his boner and up her channel. "Oh, God 
damn!" she grunted. "Uuuuuhhh, good, Dad." 

"Yeah, honey," he agreed, pushing and shoving his meat back and forth and 
from side to side in her long wet twat tube. "This may be the best fuck we 
ever had together, eh?" 

"Oh, yes," she agreed, thrusting her hips in a new sensuous pattern that 
pulled on the crown ridge of his mushroom prick. "I'm sure this is better 
than ever, Dad." She began to sweat and rub against his belly. She arched 
her back, pushed her stomach into his, and offered him her full, ample 
breasts for stimulation. "Just a little feel for my chest, please Dad?" 

He cupped his palm on her left titty. The nipple sprouted to attention. He 
rubbed the cherry bud, and then he licked it, just to be sure. Meanwhile, he 
pumped his thick flesh prong in and out of her sweet soft tube. "Ooooh," he 
moaned into her bosom, "this is just right, honey." His daughter was plying 
his cock like no other woman ever had. 

"I can feel how meaty your joint is, Dad," she told him. "I mean it really 
fills me up and all." 

"Yeah, honey," he said, "and you have a perfect long tube for me to fuck 
with. It's like we never were away from each other at all." 

"It's much better," she said, rolling her pelvis so that he would get a 
special thrill up the shaft of his long meat. "Just the best!" 

"Ahhhhh," he sighed. "You tell me when you're ready to come on me, darling. 
Then I'll show you what a good fuck Tom Benson can really be for his pretty 
daughter." 

She waited another few strokes and then she fired off her gush of cunt 
juice. It was obvious to Tom that his lovely nubile teenage daughter was 
climaxing on his powerhouse rod. "OK, " he told her, "here you go." With 
that he pumped his pole harder and faster into her juicing pussy. The bed 
began to squeak as they bounced around on each other's genitals. 

"Oh, yes," she grunted, "that's just right, Dad. That's the way I love it. 
Give it to me hard like that so I can feel that rock hard muscle in me. I 
love that penis meat of yours! Oh, God, yes!" She ground her pussy up and 
around the stiff pole. She continued to climax around his meat. He, for his 
part, continued to fire his hot flesh poker down her smooth 
contracting-expanding insides. "Ahhhh," she sighed, finally, and he took 
that as the cue to fill her up with hot semen. 

"My, oh, my," she moaned when she felt the first wad of jism hit the back of 
her twat. "Oh, Daddy, that's good and hot!" He filled her right up, as 
though his prick were a jism fountain and her pussy his cup. She swallowed 
it all down into-her vagina. "I love it, I love it, I love it," she cried, 
rolling her head back and forth in ecstasy and passion: "Ooooooh!" 

When it was all over, Tina climbed down to her father's big meat and licked 
him clean. She spread her tongue here and there and sponged him with it. She 
made sure he was clean as a whistle, maybe even ready for more. But when she 
persisted in tonguing, it was him who said to stop, that perhaps they should 
save themselves for another time. "I just love that blow gun of yours, Dad," 
she said. "A few more licks wouldn't hurt really, would it?" 

"No," he agreed, "I suppose not." He gave her access to his jumbo meat. She 
fried it right up, using her tongue like a pro. It would be hard to believe 
that she was only fifteen years old, though certainly she looked that young. 
It was her skill as a woman that made her seem older. 

"Now," he said, when she'd had enough of his cock, "you see that I can be 
reliable as a fuck mate, eh? I'm not all hot wind and booze and trouble, 
eh?" 

"Not tonight," she cooed. "Not at all." 

"Never again, either," he added. "So you remember that. We'll meet again 
sometime soon and you'll be able to trust me then, eh?" He smiled and 
started dressing. 

They both heard the voices at the same time. The front door to the living 
room opened. "Uh-oh," said Tina, "trouble; it's Mom and Charley." 

Mr. Benson dressed quickly. "This way. Dad," said Tina. She lifted the 
window over her bed. "They won't even know you were here." 

"Right," he agreed. "I'll be back." 

"Where can I reach you?" she asked. But it was no good. He was gone, out 
into the night. She quietly pulled down the window and the shade. 

There was a knock at the door to the bedroom. "You up?" asked Vera Benson of 
her daughter. "Tina? Are you awake?" 

Tina lay nude on the bed. She pretended to sleep, but she'd not had time to 
cover herself. Her mother came over and smiled at her. "Oh, dear," she 
sighed aloud, "poor darling fell asleep before she even got under the-" Vera 
stopped midstream in her sentence. She'd espied the large puddle of love 
juice next to where Tina slept. Tina held her breath. "Tina?" asked Mrs. 
Benson. "Tina? Are you awake?" 

She rolled over and covered the spot. "Poor thing," mumbled Mrs. Benson, 
"she must have been masturbating. Charley's going to have to spend a little 
more time with her." She pulled up the sheets, over Tina's warm body, and 
then she left the room. 

"Yick," said Tina to herself, pulling herself out of the puddle of come and 
clit juice. "What a mess!" She saddled over sideways and lay away from the 
mess she and her father had made. She wondered to herself when she'd next 
have the privilege of sucking his big juicy meat into her twat. She hoped it 
would be soon, and then she fell asleep. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

But while Tina slept soundly in her bedroom, Mrs. Benson and Tina's brother, 
Charley, were busily making preparations for a healthy fuck. "You know," 
said Vera to her boy, "I think I'd like it two different ways tonight. Once 
in the ass-hole would be nice. Then again in the cunt." 

"Is that your choice, Mom?" asked Charley with a hot smile. "I mean you 
better make up your mind now or forever hold your peace." 

"Well, what if I decide I'd like something a little different?" she said, 
taking off her suit jacket and undoing her bra. "Here, by the way, will you 
help me with this?" She couldn't quite reach the buckle that strapped in her 
mammoth mammaries. 

"Well," said Charley, undoing the buckle on his mother's bra, "I guess we'll 
let you have a choice or two more if you need it." He slid his hands from 
behind under his mother's arm pits and up to cup her titties in his palms. 
When he had a full handful in each palm, he smiled and said: "I think this 
is going to be a right fine beginning to a wonderful fuck session, Maw. I 
mean really." He tugged on the delightful red nipples and brown caps. His 
hands slid automatically across her chest, and up to her neck, and along the 
side of her body and to her back. There he rubbed her shoulders, massaged 
her neck. "Oh, my," she cooed, "that's very nice, Charley." 

"Good," he said, undoing his belt with one hand. "Do you need some help, 
Mom, with this skirt of yours?" 

"Oh, no," she said, coming back to her senses. She slid out of the skirt, 
and out of the nylons she wore also. She was nude but for silk panties. When 
she started to remove them, Charley advised her against it. "I kind of like 
to take those off you myself," he said with a blush. 

"Good, honey," said his mother. She turned around and pressed her titties up 
against his now naked chest. The big firm nipples and jumbo tit flesh rubbed 
nicely here and there on his still developing muscular torso. "Oh, boy, 
Mom," he said in a low whisper in her ear, "your tits are getting red and 
rea-dy!" 

"You bet, son," she said. She took his hands and guided his ginger fingers 
here and there on each titty. "I like a good long feel in the chest, 
Charley. Remember that, OK? " 

"Sure, Mom," he said. "I like doing it, too." He pushed her down on the 
king-sized bed. "Now, though, it's time for some rough and tumble fuck 
action." 

She laughed at his sense of play. And when he climbed up on her big frame, 
she continued to laugh and cheer him on. He rubbed his naked flesh against 
her panties and her body. Soon he grew tired of having his cock hit against 
cloth instead of flesh. He reached down and with one hand pulled the 
underwear off of his mother. "There," she said, "I feel better too, Charley. 
You know what I mean?" 

She waved her pelvis up and down in his groin. He spread his legs so that 
his mother's pussy and her thick thighs were between his loins. His cock 
rubbed smoothly on top of the dense pubic bush. There was clit ooze in that 
hairy space of her loins, and this juice served to lubricate Charley's hot 
meat. He could feel the head of his prick take on new passion, ready itself 
for the several fucks that they had planned. 

"You know," she whispered to him, "it would be more romantic if we turned 
off the light." 

He said that she was right and stood up and turned off the lights. In the 
dark he stumbled back to his mother's bed and searched under the sheets for 
her hairy wet pussy. When he found it with his hand he began a vigorous 
manual stimulation of the twat lips. He plied the fat lips this way and that 
way, and when he could not tell any longer if he was in or out of her cunt, 
he knew that he'd done a good job of juicing her up. There was plenty of her 
fresh grease everywhere. 

He slid his finger down to his mother's ass-hole. "Were you serious about 
the corn-hole fuck?" he asked her. "Or just kidding?" 

"Why don't you eat out my bunghole first, just for a little while," she said 
casually, "and then, if I feel pretty nice that way, maybe we'll hit things 
off with a little anal buggering action, eh?" 

He wanted to obey his mother's every wish. He carefully made his way to the 
heavenly round orbs of her butt. The cheeks were smooth and creamy, and in 
the soft moonlight that streamed through their window, he could see that 
these globes were white while much of the rest of her body was tanned and 
mellow. He stroked his mother's ass for some time, moving his hands first 
along the spinal portion of her butt, then along the lower folds, and 
finally in circles in the middle of the ass cheeks. When he'd completed this 
initial feel of her willing soft cheeks, he then spread the two halves of 
her ass away from each other. 

He drew his finger down the remaining groove. The bed of the channel was 
dry. He dipped his finger into her cunt and soaked up some clit juice. Then 
he returned to the base of the trough and spread the slippery, slimy ooze 
that would make an eat or an ass-hole fuck in his mother's butt much more 
sensuous. 

"Oh, yes," she groaned and moaned, "I want that tongue of yours, son. I want 
it in my ass-hole, honey. Stick it right in." 

Charley opened his mouth and applied his long narrow mouth muscle to his 
mother's brown crater. He stuffed her full of his ream organ. She begged for 
more, and he gave her that, too. His tongue worked her into a furious fever. 
Soon her hips wobbled this way and that, and she begged him to stop. But now 
he would not. Now that he had gone so far with this mouth attack on her 
pelvis, on at least one hole of it, anyhow, he decided that there was no way 
to stop. He flipped her over and made similar moves on his mother's cunt. 
There the entrance was even easier and the stimulation even more fruitful. 

"Oh, my God," she grunted. "What the fuck are you doing? Shit, son, you have 
to stop! It's too fucking good to believe!" His tongue reamed her pussy so 
well that she came close to instantaneous orgasm. He'd located her clit, and 
when he nibbled on the bunched flesh there his mother could only squirm in 
delight. 

"My fucking God, Charley, you have to let loose for a minute." 

But rather than let loose, her son pushed harder. He jammed his finger into 
her ass-hole, and another finger, along with his tongue, continued the 
magnificent work in her pussy. "Shit," she grunted, thrusting her hips in 
spastic abandon at his face, which was handy. "I got to get myself under 
control. It's not good to be so turned on like this. Please, Charley, my 
boy, let me loose for a minute. Let my cunt go." 

But now Charley was truly inspired. He not only did not let his mother's 
pussy go, but he shot his hands upwards to her hot chest. There he rubbed a 
fine coating of sweet clit ooze across her nipples. The hot pointy buds went 
wild. Soon they were very nearly twitching without any prodding from anyone. 

"Oh, God damn," moaned Charley, his hog getting big and hard and ready for 
the upcoming fuck. "This is gonna be a winner!" 

"Yeah," shouted his mother, "you're telling me!" Her pussy gushed, and she 
rolled this way and that, squirming for the release that would only come 
when her son supplied her juice box with enough prick meat to cause a 
climax. 

"Soon, Mom," he promised. "In just one minute." He pushed her over on her 
side, however, and then onto her belly. 

"What are you doing?" she demanded to know. "I don't want it up my ass-hole 
any more, Charley. Not tonight." 

"Oh, yeah, Mom! Please?" He was begging her. "I'm so fucking hot that I know 
that just one shot up your twat won't do me up at all." 

"Oh, alright," she said, "but you better make it fast." She stood up on her 
hands and knees and lowered her butt to what she knew was the perfect angle 
for Charley, her loving and dutiful son, to fill her shit tube. "There you 
go," she said, "now get in there and ream it all out." 

Charley used the palm of his hand like a brace. He lifted his meat up to the 
target area. He rubbed the bottom side of his cock in the top of the narrow 
trough 'that made up his mother's ass crease. "Oh, shit," she sighed, "maybe 
this isn't such a bad idea after all." She rolled her butt from one side to 
the other and stimulated her son's prick as best she could. Soon she reached 
back with both hands and pulled her butt open: "Go on, Charley, stuff that 
prick in there. You can do it now. Feel. It's greasy as a hog in slop." She 
tested her ass-hole with her own finger. "Yeah," she said, "good and hot, 
too." 

He pushed his mushroom headed meat down the first quarter of the bunghole. 
He gave her just about everything that would fit in that first stroke. 

"Oh, my fucking Lord!" she wailed. "I don't believe how big that prick of 
yours is, honey." He pulled back to give her room to breathe. "How's that, 
Mom?" he asked. "Better," she replied, rolling her hips and expecting him to 
shoot off instantly, "much, much better." 

But Charley had no intention of filling his mother's ass-hole with come. He 
wanted to save that hot semen juice for her cunt tube. That, he figured, was 
where his jism belonged. So he yanked his dick out of Vera's hot butt and 
waited for her to turn over and give him her pussy. 

"OK, " she said, moaning with delight. "Now comes the fun, eh?" She tossed 
onto her back. "Where's that meat I love so much?" Even in the dark her eyes 
twinkled with anticipation. She loved hot cock, and the dick of her son more 
than qualified. In fact, his was somehow very special, not just because he 
was her boy, but because she knew him so well. She didn't know how, to put 
it into words, but she gave him a different kind of fuck, a different kind 
of blow job and ream because it was her son's joint, and that's what she 
loved about the incest liaison with Charley. "Come on," she moaned, "Let me 
have that pogo stick rod of yours, Charley. I'm gonna suck you into 
perfection, hun, and then we'll do some hot-to-trot balling!" 

He rolled up close to his mother's face. She lay on her side, with her head 
on her arm, so it was important that he have just the right angle. When he 
was comfortable and ready, he handed her his flesh spike. "Mmmmm," she 
hummed, taking it immediately down her throat, "that's exactly right, babe. 
Just the hot pecker I been looking for." She hummed and licked his dick. The 
hot prick began to vibrate, so strong was her licking and humming technique. 
"You love it," she said, taking a much deserved breather. "You love your 
mother to suck on it, don't you?" 

"Oh, yeah," he groaned passionately. "It's the best when you do it, Mom. No 
one else can make me so hard." Actually, he wasn't quite sure if that was 
true. After all, Tina, his sister, had the ability to make him instantly 
erect, and, if he let her, she could make him come in a matter of seconds. 
He thought he knew what it was about his sister's mouth, too: her sweet 
thick sensuous lips and long narrow wet tongue. 

His mother knew how to make him especially hard, but she took her time doing 
it. She rocked her face from one side to the other, or she used her tongue 
and rubbed it against the sides of the shaft, against the head, or into the 
hot nut nest. She had the ability to last a lot longer than Tina. She could 
go forever on a powerhouse sword. Maybe, thought Charley, that was something 
that all pretty housewives could do. But he suspected that this mother had 
special talents in this direction. 

"OK, " she said, removing his dick from her face, "you're so wet and slimy 
that I doubt you'll be able to keep that meat inside me." He didn't quite 
understand his mother's joke, but he did get the idea: that it was time to 
penetrate her hot honey pot. First, however, he rolled over on top of her. 
His dick rubbed along her cheek. He left a patch of snail-like goo on her 
face. From there he rubbed down to her neck. He made plenty of headway in 
the folds of soft skin that led into her silky sandy blonde hair. So he 
rubbed his hot meat against that part of his mother's body for a while. 

Then, not even thinking about it, he slid down into her armpit. His penis 
just seemed to land there. When he realized where he was, he grabbed his 
mother's smooth arm and pulled it down, like the handle on a water pump, and 
pressed the pit closed on his slimy rod. "Nice, Mom," he said, admiring his 
own work. "Very, very nice." Then he lifted the smooth arm and took his 
prick to her titties. He pressed his balls and his cock shaft on one or the 
other breast. The soft feel of his mother's familiar titties stimulated him 
to new passionate highs. His heart began to thud against his chest. 

"Oh, yes, Charley," said Vera. "You have to stick me with that branding iron 
of yours. 

Put it in for me. Get it pumping and jamming inside my twat, babe. Please!" 

"OK, Mom," said Charley, "right away." He went sliding down to her soft open 
bush. His mother helped by spreading her long slender legs. "Stuff me up 
good, Charley. You know how to do it, son. Go on and put your mother into 
ecstasy, honey. It's time!" She worked her legs in a waterless frog kick. 
"Where is it?" she complained. "Why haven't you put it in yet?" 

He took his hot powerhouse meat in his hand and approached her sweet warm 
tube with the head leading the way. The spear would go easily and quickly 
all the way in, of this he was sure. But he wanted to go slowly, to ease his 
meat down the corridor of love. He wanted to feel every inch of that lovely 
tunnel, and he wanted his mother's squeezing muscles to do the fine work 
that he knew they were capable of. The milking of his meat was what he was 
looking for. 

So he approached slowly, cautiously, and soon he had his fat mushroom head 
soaking in the entrance to her juicy twat chamber. "Yes, yes, yes," she told 
him, "that's exactly right. I see now. You want to go slow. Well, that's 
good, son. Go slow. Put your meat in at just the right pace for us to feel 
ourselves, slipping and sliding together. Go on and . . She babbled on as 
his thick flesh stick rode down into her. 

"Mom," he moaned in the agony of pure pleasure, "this is so wonderful, I 
just want you to know how much I love to fuck you." 

"Oh, yes, son, I know, I know." She rocked her hips forward and scooped all 
of his cock into her pussy tube. "There," she sighed, "that's the kind of 
meat I really like, honey. That long tube of flesh inside me. Mmmmmm." 

Her sliding insides slipped this way and that across his hot poker. She gave 
him all the juice and all the loving squeeze she could. Her fine smooth 
muscles contracted on his pole, milked and tugged his pecker all the way 
into her vaginal reservoir. 

"Oh, boy," gasped Charley, "your big back there, Mom. It's really nice. I 
like that." 

"Big?" she said. "What do you mean big?" 

"It's nice," he said. "I like to slip and slide inside you." 

"And you think it's big," she persisted. She rolled her hips sideways. 
Charley had to go with her. His lean body followed her over. "Now," she 
said, "it'll be tighter." 

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he said. "I just meant that there was 
plenty of nice soft insides for the head of my cock to rub up against." 

"Oh," she said, "I must have misunderstood." She rolled back to the original 
belly up position. Charley gave his mother all of his steely rod. He no 
longer cared to go slow, only to come off inside her, to experience orgasm. 
Naturally, however, he wants to be sure that she too was satisfied. And 
that, it seemed suddenly, was going to take some doing. 

But he pounded away, just like he said he would. He wanted to give it the 
old high school try. He wanted to make his mother come with his own fleshy 
rod. "Mom," he said, "how long before you flood me out?" 

"Oh, babe," she moaned, rolling her body from side to side, "you go ahead 
and jack yourself off. It's OK with me. I'll get a good orgasm from you on 
the second time around, eh?" She squeezed his heavy duty muscle, trying to 
get him to jerk off in her cunt. "Come on," she said, "just the feel of hot 
jism might get me coming. You never know." 

"Yeah," said Charley to his mother, "but if that doesn't work, then we'll be 
up a creek. Who knows, I'm pretty tired and all and I might not be able to 
get it on again." 

"I'm not worried," she said. "Just go ahead and shoot off." She pushed and 
pulled with her twat, trying to rub her son's hot meat into ecstasy. Her 
contracting pussy muscles tugged on the head of his dick. "How's that, 
honey?" she asked. 

"Good," he said, a faint hint of exhaustion in his voice. "I think I'm gonna 
give you the sperm you're looking for, Maw. But I don't know if you want it 
right now or in a couple of strokes." 

"What the hell's the difference?" she moaned, her back arching to give him a 
flesh platform for the final bounce. "You just shoot off whenever it's 
right, honey." 

"Maybe you want it in your face?" he asked her. "Or on your leg or 
something?" 

"No, babe," she said firmly. "I want it in my cunt. Hot and heavy in my 
pussy. That's the way I like it." 

"You asked for it," he said. He jammed hard, pumped her pussy with the 
thickest portion of his meat. He gave her everything he had to give, and 
then some. He could feel her clitoris snag on his cock head. It was like a 
little button that every time he passed it by with his penis there would be 
a fresh squirt of hot liquid fuel dumped into the furnace of her pelvis. He 
loved the little hair trigger mechanism, and he especially loved to get it 
throbbing in rhythm with his penetrating meaty prong. "Oh, nice," he gasped, 
as each new squirt of hot ooze flowed down over his penis. "Hey, you're 
coming!" 

"Yeah," she said, "what do you think!" 

He let his hot come go flying. The wad after wad effect on his spurting 
organ gave his mother a lasting thrill. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned. She 
could feel his bone ripple inside her pussy. The hot flashing jism, the 
muscular contractions of his dick, and most of all his sweating flesh 
rubbing against her-all of this gave her the kind of hot lusty sex that she 
longed to have always. "Never leave me, Charley," she begged him. "Never go 
away unless you promise always to fuck me when you come back." She was 
delirious with orgasm, and she had little or no idea what she was saying. 
"Charley, Charley, Charley," she groaned at her son, "my special lover boy. 
Mmmmm." 

He pulled his spent flesh out of her cunt. "Look at that, Mom," he said. "My 
dick's as red as cooked beet." 

"Yes," she said. "You did a fine job, Charley. You really got me hot and 
bothered, honey." She couldn't pay attention to him. She was still 
breathless and inarticulate from the fucking. She rolled over on her side 
and breathed heavily for a while. 

Charley thought to himself: well, well, what a nice fuck Mother is, just so 
long as I don't let her get all carried away. Then he patted her on the 
shoulder. She turned around and smiled. "Yes, darling?" 

"Oh, never mind," he said, looking at her cow eyes. She was already getting 
hard to handle. She'd be no good to him if she fell romatically in love with 
him. He needed her pussy, and he loved her, but like a mother, not for 
someone who wanted to fall head over heels in love. If he tried to tell her 
this, of course, he'd be in a lot of trouble indeed. So he rolled over to 
his side of the king-sized bed that his father used to sleep in, and he 
drifted off to sleep. He only hoped, as just before he fell into 
unconsciousness he was thinking she might, that his mother would let him use 
her twat and not get too terribly heart-broken if he should fall in love 
with some other woman. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Listen, babe," she said, "it'll only be between you and I and the bedpost." 
This would be quite literally true if Tina agreed to what her mother was 
proposing. "After all, you are a grown woman now, and you do have certain 
choices of your own to make. Do you get my meaning?" She reached for Tina's 
leg. "I'm not sure that I'll even enjoy it, but I do think it's something 
that we might well try anyhow." 

"You don't know until you try it?" queried Tina. "Is that the theory?" 

"More or less," said Vera. She stroked her daughter's nude legs. She'd 
caught her coming out of the shower and used the opportunity to ask her just 
a few questions. Charley was off at school, but Tina hadn't bothered that 
day. So the house was empty. And Mrs. Benson was as horny as a rose bush is 
thorny. It just made sense that she grab her lovely daughter and pop the 
magic question. "You know," continued Vera, her fingers sliding down the 
edge of the towel and skimming along her lovely daughter's smooth, tanned 
flesh, "when I was your age I had a lot of questions that all went 
unanswered just because I was shy, or bashful. You know what I mean? There 
were times when I could have easily had something that I wanted, but I 
didn't say so, so I never got it." She ran her hand up Tina's smooth, 
slender thigh. The flesh under the towel was soft and warm. She was inches 
from her daughter's heavenly cunt. "You don't mind me touching you like 
this, honey, do you?" 

"No, Mom," said Tina, "I don't. But I don't know for sure if I really want 
you to." 

"We could just try it a little," said Vera, massaging the leg as best she 
could given the constricting towel. "It might be nice for both of us." 

"Yes," said Tina, "I suppose we could. Say, you wouldn't want to just think 
about it for a little while, would you Mom?" 

"I've already made my decision, honey. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here doing 
this." 

"Oh, what the hell," said Tina in a pleasant enough spirit of abandon. "You 
only live once. 

Isn't that what they say?" 

"Yes," said Vera, her eyes lighting. "I'm glad you decided that way." She 
applied her second hand to her lovely daughter's other leg. Tina lifted away 
the towel. 

"Oh, my," said Vera, her face full of blush, "Look at your lovely bush, 
honey. It's perfect." She ran her palm across the soft pubic hairs between 
her daughter's legs. 

"Just wait until you get a little feel of my insides," said Tina. "I think 
you'll like that even more." 

"Oh, please," said Vera, quite beside herself with excitement, "Let me try 
that right away." Tina spread her legs. She put her hands down between her 
thighs and used her own fingers to open her cunt for her mother's close 
inspection. "Go on and look," she said. "Go ahead, Mom." 

Mrs. Benson leaned down and examined her daughter's friendly little pussy 
hole. "There's juice there already," she observed. 

"Yes, of course," said Tina. "There's always a little bit of juice in my 
cunt. Just enough, just in case." She smiled and gave her mother a special 
thrill: she took Vera's hand and then the middle finger of the hand: "Come 
on," she said, "get a fingerful of me, Mom. Let's really try this stuff out, 
eh?" She pushed her mother's finger down into her liberal pussy. "There," 
she said, "feel my clit? That's the part I like to rub." 

"Me, too," said Tina's mother. "What else is there?" She jerked around 
inside her daughter's juiced pussy. "It's so soft in you, dear, I'm sure 
that you have one of the nicest cunts the world has ever known." 

"You think so, Mom ? " said Tina in an excited young voice. "I mean that's 
really super." She was all jubilant enthusiasm. Suddenly she cased talking 
and spread her legs more and leaned back. "Wow, that feels good, Mom." 

Vera had taken to giving her daughter's hot clit a vigorous thrashing. The 
result was an immediate sensation of ecstasy. And Tina was hardly prepared 
for it. "Oh, my," she moaned, "I don't know what to do, Mom. That's so hot!" 

Mrs. Benson leaned forward and pressed her mouth into her daughter's 
panting, breathless face. Her tongue lubed the space between Tina's lips, 
and her open mouth sucked up the young girl's protestant tongue. She 
finger-fucked and French kissed Tina until the young woman was all shivers 
and tremors. 

"Ooh," grunted Tina. "This isn't at all what I thought it would be like. Oh, 
no, not at all." She lifted her one knee. Lifting the other would have meant 
eliminating her mother's hand from her cunt, and that was something that she 
definitely did not want to do. So she opened her pussy channel by raising 
one leg. The vaginal lips parted, and Mrs. Benson's finger had plenty of 
room, and lots of juice, to work with. 

"Nice," she told her daughter, "just the way it should be, Tina. I think I 
like this." 

"Quite an experiment, Mom," said young Tina. Her long tanned legs were 
covered with fresh chill, and her butt hungered for a bit of stimulation to 
finish her off altogether. "Mom," she said, "if you give me your other hand 
I'll show you a hot spot." 

Mrs. Benson gave her daughter her other hand. Tina took the index finger and 
thumb on her mother's left hand. "Use your thumb in my twat," she said, "and 
your index finger in my bunghole. Here, I'll sit like this-" She slid down 
and then raised her butt. "-and that way you can get both holes at one. What 
do you think?" 

"Well, it can't hurt to try it," said Vera. She applied the left hand as 
directed. "Is that good Tina?" 

"Oh, yes. God yes, that's good, Mom." She spread her legs out in wild 
abandon. "That thumb makes all the difference in the world. It's like a big 
cock stuck in there. It makes me want to come already." 

"You tell me, darling," said Vera, "if there's some special thing I should 
do." 

"How about," suggested Tina right off, "if we eat each other's bungholes?" 

"I'm game," said her mother. "What the hell? as you say." 

Tina insisted that since her mother had done so many kind things on her 
behalf at one time or another, that it should be she, Vera, who gets her 
ass-hole eaten first. So Vera accepted the honor by spreading her smooth 
thighs and offering Tina the pleasant hole she loved to have eaten. "Go 
ahead, honey," she said. "It won't bite." 

Tina smiled and leaned into her mother's shit cavity. She wasn't really 
afraid. She gave her all the tongue meat, in fact, that any woman could 
possibly use. She supplied a good twisting motion, too, and the tip of her 
meaty little tongue drilled especially deep, so far, in fact, that she could 
taste her mother's shit. "Oh, my," she moaned pulling her tongue out of her 
mother's hole, "I think I went in a little too far." 

"No way," said Vera. "No such thing as 'too far' when you talk about reaming 
out my ass-hole." She laughed and wiggled her butt in delight. 

"Did Dad used to eat you that way?" asked Tina of her mother, still wiping 
her chin and tongue. "Or someone else?" 

"Anybody I could get to do it," she said with no shame. "That's the kind of 
a woman your mother is, darling. I like getting eaten in the butt. I enjoy 
it. It makes me feel good. I like sucking cock, too. So I do these things. 
Of course, the nicest, lately, is fucking Charley. Who would ever have 
thought that I'd be going to my son for the ultimate pleasure!? ? I just 
can't get over it." She smiled and leaned down between her daughter's legs. 
"Let me give you a little eat out, just to get you started up again, Tina." 

Tina hopped up onto her all fours. "In the ass-hole, Mom," she said, 
pointing to her butt. "I'll even open it up for you." She reached back, and, 
much in the same way that Vera had pulled open her ass-hole. "Come on, Maw. 
Eat my bunghole." 

Vera didn't mind a bit. She leaned down and slid her tongue up and down her 
lovely daughter's slippery groove. Then she filled the hole itself. Her 
tongue toured the crater entrance, slid sideways into the beginning of the 
channel, and buried itself way down deep in the shit canyon. 

"Nice," groaned Tina. "I love it!" She waved her ass on her mother's face. 
"But now I want to eat you, Maw. That's nice for us both, eh?" 

Vera pulled her tongue out of Tina's bunghole and without saying a word lay 
down and spread her legs. Tina hopped into the breach and used her hands to 
open up her mother's big, wet cunt. She supplied the meaty hole with her hot 
wet tongue, and it took her maybe five seconds to locate the clit. "Ahhhh," 
she said, "I got you now, Mom." With that she jammed her tongue in and out 
against the rubbery clit meat in her mother's pussy. 

"Oh, shit," groaned Mrs. Benson, pushing her tubular muscles against her 
daughter's swollen, active tongue, "that's the best thrill I've had in a 
long time." 

"It must be that we women know how to do this well because we know exactly 
what the fuck we want." 

"Yes," said Vera, "that must be it." 

Then, mother and daughter decided to assume the classic sixty-nine position. 
Vera took the position on her back, and she spread her long lovely legs so 
that Tina could lay prone between her thighs. "There we go," said Vera, 
eating away already, "just about the perfect sucking angle for me, honey." 

"This reminds me of the time I ate, Daddy," said Tina as she started into 
her mother's hot box. "He was on top of me, though, and I was sucking on his 
rod. We-" Suddenly Tina realized that her mother had ceased eating her 
pussy. She also recognized that she'd made the biggest mistake of her life. 
Her mother had never known about the lovemaking she'd done with Tom, her 
father, her mother's husband. And now, in a careless moment of the intimacy 
she'd always wanted-though not necessarily sexual-she'd blurted out a key 
piece of evidence that would very-likely destroy any chance at all of 
getting back together with her mother. 

"Now," said Vera, sliding out from under, "do I understand you correctly 
young lady? You were making love with your father? Is that what I just 
heard?" 

"Mom, please," said Tina, "you don't know the whole story. Don't jump to 
conclusions." 

"I didn't jump to any conclusions, Tina. You jumped to one or two though, I 
guess, with your father!" She was irate. "Tell me all about it, why don't 
you!" She grabbed Tina by the arms and shook her. "Come on Tina, you can 
tell me, you mother. After all, we're friends." Vera shoved her daughter 
down on her back. "Now, young lady, you talk up, or I'll find a way to make 
sure you do." 

"OK, alright," said Tina. "But let go of my arms, you're hurting me." 

Vera grabbed Tina's tit. "You think your arm hurts, eh? If I don't start 
getting a true confession out of you in the next five seconds, you'll be 
hurting far worse than on your arm. Come on Tina, let's hear it." 

So Tina told her mother the whole story about how she'd been sleeping with 
Tom for well over a year, and about how she'd hated him for it at first, 
about what had happened after she became accustomed to fucking him, and, 
finally, about his visit the other night. By the time she'd finished 
relating the entire series of events, Vera had calmed down. "He was here the 
other night?" asked Vera. "So that spot on your bed wasn't just your juice, 
it was his too! And you weren't asleep, he'd just been here!" 

"Yes," admitted Tina. "He'll be back again, too, Mom. I think you should 
give him another chance. After all, we all get to do the fucking we want to 
now, why shouldn't Dad? If he wants to?" 

Vera wondered if her daughter was just trying to find a good way to get an 
easy lay with her husband. If Tom came back, that meant that he'd be around 
more often, which meant that Tina and he could fuck whenever they wanted. 
But Tina understood what was going through her mother's mind: "I think he 
really loves you more, Mom." 

Vera reached down to her daughter's hot pussy. "You have a much nicer cunt, 
honey. Better legs." She stroked Tina's long tanned legs. "You have smoother 
skin, a prettier face. Why should he love me more." 

"Oh, Mom," said Tina, "don't talk like that." She sat up and patted her 
mother on the back. Then she pressed her young lips to her mother's mouth. 
She French kissed Vera, and then she kissed her hot breasts and big nipples. 
She worked her way into Vera's puss where her licking and sucking insured a 
steady flow of juice. Afterwards, she said: "Mom, I'd do anything to start 
over, just to make sure you and 

Dad stayed together." 

"I know, darling," said Vera, somewhat distracted. She opened her legs so 
that Tina could supply more hot tongue. "But eat me out for now, and we'll 
talk later." 

Tina was happy to have the opportunity to do her mother such an easy favor. 
She rubbed her Mom's soft legs and buttocks, and she continued to munch 
inside the hot box. Soon Mrs. Benson was covered with chills. She shook with 
a passionate sexual fever. 

"I can see right now," said Tina, "you're going to have one hell of a 
climax!" 

"Yes," said her mother. "Yes, indeed." She rocked from right to left, up and 
down, and slopped her open cunt into her daughter's sweet face: "Don't stop, 
Tina," she hollered. "Keep that rub going." 

Tina pushed her tongue hard and fast against her mother's erect clitoris. 
She bounced the tip of the meaty sex button with the tip of her long tongue. 
Soon her mother's twat gushed passion juice. "Oh, fuck, Tina! This is it!" 
With that final wail she shot off, exploded in climax. She rolled off of her 
sweet young daughter's tongue and said, "Nice. Very nice. Thank you." 

"Was it good?" asked Tina, wiping some juice off her face. 

"Couldn't have been better," whimpered Vera. She rolled sideways to sleep. 
When her eyes had been shut for a moment she said in a voice characteristic 
of post-coital slumber: "Next time your father shows up, honey, you let me 
know, alright?" 

"Sure, Mom," said Tina. "Anything you say." 

"That'll be good," mumbled Vera, only half-conscious. "It'll be good for 
everybody." She was asleep. 

Tina laid down, put her head on her mother's naked thigh, and she too, 
though slightly confused, dozed off. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

It was a week later, while she bathed in a steaming tub, that Tina's father 
came home. She was scrubbing her smooth back with an organic sponge. The oil 
and soap which she used dripped down her slick, shiny skin. Her back was as 
soft as satin, and her hands rubbed the sponge this way and that. She 
pressed it against her titties, against her smooth chest, and she even 
worked the soft cleansing pad down along her cunt hole. There, in fact, she 
was tempted to supply herself with a good little tweak. She juiced up her 
pussy with some soap suds, and just as she was about to slide her hand down 
between her supple thighs, into the sap producing space between her vaginal 
lips, she heard the front door of the house open. 

Her brother and Vera were out, and no one was expected. She quickly stepped 
up out of the slopping water and wrapped a towel around her dripping body. 
The towel covered up her nipples and fell just below the line of her bush. 
But it was really not very warm for her. Chills climbed up and down her wet 
flesh as she made her way to the living room. 

In one way Tina wasn't surprised to discover that the intruder was Tom, her 
father. He sat comfortably at the dining room table, and he sipped a cup of 
luke warm coffee. "Hello, honey," he said without looking up. 

"Hello, Daddy," said Tina, cinching up the towel a little more around her 
titties. "Are you OK? " 

"Oh, sure, darling, I just wanted to stop by and say hello." 

Tina walked over to the table. "You look good," she said. "I'm alone here." 

"Oh?" He reached for the towel and pulled it out of her loose grip. "Nice," 
he said. "You're taking good care of yourself." He referred to her fine full 
titties, her smooth supple skin, her nubile body in general. Then he flipped 
her back the towel. "But you don't want me to talk about that, do you?" 

"I don't mind," she told him. "In fact, I think it would be good if we did 
it again." 

"Really?" he asked. "I feel like a river rat coming here when you Mom's out 
and all, but 

I love you and your Mother, honey." He reached out, and Tina filled his open 
arms with her wet, shivering body. "Mmmmm," he hummed, happy to have her 
smooth skin up against him. 

"You're going to get all wet," she told him. "Let's go in the bedroom and 
get hot." 

"Yeah," he said. "I think I'd like that." He smiled and followed her lead to 
the bedroom. There he undressed and exposed his huge phallus. "You like the 
looks of that?" he asked her. "Even in broad daylight?" 

"Oh, yes," she said, falling to her knees in front of him. "Let me get some 
of that cock in my mouth." She planted his soft meat in her face. It took 
only a second to make-the prick stiff. "Oh, my," she groaned, "Look how it 
grows!" She held the prick in her palm and they could both watch the muscle 
get big. "I'm going to get one hell of a fuck from that thing, aren't I, 
Daddy?" 

"You bet, honey. Just lay down and open your legs up. Old Dad will give you 
what's good for you." 

She lay down on her back on her bed. She spread her smooth young legs. The 
bush in between leaked a river of slimy clit juice. The pubic hair was 
matted and squashed down. The cunt lips below were open, ready, begging to 
be spread more, filled with penis. "OK, " he said, sliding down between her 
smooth loins, "here comes the fuck you been waiting for little girl. All the 
meat you can possibly handle in that hot twat of yours." He reached down and 
adjusted the angle at which his hog approached her meaty pussy. He held his 
tool so that the head would slide along the top, along the slippery ceiling 
of his daughter's pussy. The head, the crown of mushroom meat, would jam the 
clitoris back and forth. When he was quite sure that the hot pink flesh was 
properly positioned he warned Tina: "Here comes the biggest meat of your 
life, darling. Spread those legs and hold on tight. We're going for a big 
ride!" 

She reached up and grabbed hold of the head of the bed. She held on so tight 
that her hands and knuckles, especially, turned white. "I'm ready, Daddy," 
she said, her knees up, her thighs wide. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!" 

He lowered his cock into her slippery tube. The head of the meat caught her 
exactly right. He hit the clit on the button. She heaved upwards, her hips 
going wild with ecstasy with each and every stroke of his monster meat. The 
jumbo cock head twisted her clit, probed her pussy, filled her so full of 
hot hog that she didn't know which way to turn. She writhed in ecstasy as 
her father's pecker reamed her pussy as it had never been reamed before. 

"Oh, my God!" she grunted. "It's so fucking hot. That meat of yours, Daddy, 
it's like hot steel!" She begged him to slow down, but she really meant for 
him to plow her faster. She bounced her hips up into his groin, slid her 
pussy lips sideways on the thick shaft of his pecker, and she let loose of 
the bedboard in order to grab him around the shoulders. She used her nails 
of her left hand to drag chills up his spine. 

"Oh, fuck," he grunted, feeling her hot little twat go wild with 
contractions on his dick, "those milking squeezes are the best, darling. 
Really the best!" 

She twisted her hot young body so that her father's cock would have the 
maximum amount of pleasure from her. Her sweating loins and belly rubbed 
softly along his muscular hips and along the girdle of crotch flesh that 
supported his hefty penis. She gyrated, rubbed his meat with all of her 
pussy, not just with one or the other wall, and her fully aroused pelvis 
bounced the huge meat in and out of her cunt. 

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, continuing to grind away on his pecker. "I don't 
believe you have the big meat you do," she said. "I can't get over how thick 
and hot a wedge of flesh that thing is, Daddy." She grunted when he stuffed 
her even more. 

He drilled down deep. His object was to send her into passionate and 
ecstatic wails. He had to be finished fucking her before his wife arrived 
home, not that he didn't want her to discover him fucking their daughter, 
but because he wanted to be prepared to give Vera the same kind of fucking 
that he gave Tina. "Here's some more," he said, pounding his groin into 
hers, "take it and love it!" He rubbed his shaft along the insides of his 
daughter's sweet twat. The juice alone was enough to make a man's heart 
pound, but add to that the incredible slippery flesh and you have some idea 
of the fine feel Tom Benson was getting from fucking his daughter's honey 
pot. 

Soon Tina began to cry out: "Oh, fuck! Shit! Oh, fuck, Daddy, I love it!" 
She rolled her hot twat muscles across his dick and continued to sob 
indelicately: "I love that pecker meat muscle, Pop. It's the hottest hog in 
town and I love it to be spearing me. Oh, God, yes!" She jammed her hips up 
around the flesh pole. Her pussy clamped onto the base of the dick, and in 
this way she secured for herself a good portion of the head. 
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh," she grunted, "here I go..." 

She juiced all over his joy stick. The hot ooze lubricated the channel so 
that he could penetrate her to the fullest depths. She used her milking twat 
contractions to suck him as far into her as possible. She worked her box on 
this big stiff meat, and she began panting: "Uuuuuuuhh ... ahhhhhhh ... 
oooooooohh!" 

Her heated flesh was sweating and pulsing with hot desire as she climaxed on 
her father's thick penis. 

"There," he said, yanking his prick out of Tina's twat hole, "now that ought 
to be proof enough for you that I can fuck like a bastard, eh?" 

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she sighed. "God yes!" She looked down at her dripping 
cunt. "Look at all that. But you didn't come!" 

"Not yet, honey. I'm saving that." 

She grabbed his hefty pole. "I want your jism, Daddy. I want your fucking 
come in me." 

"No," he said, "not right now. But you can suck me clean if you like. Just 
lick off all that juice from your twat." He watched his daughter's young 
tongue scrape off his boner. When she finished he had a big lusty smile on 
his face, and he was just about ready for more fucking. "You know," he said, 
"the problem here was that your brother and I weren't getting along. You 
know that, Tina?" He scratched his butt and swung his legs down off the bed 
to the floor. His erection flopped around between his thighs. He held his 
meat in one hand as he spoke. "If Charley and I could have hit it off, if 
we'd been both fucking your mother and you, then it would have made 
everything just right." 

"Yeah," said Tina, "I know what you mean." She liked the idea of getting her 
father's and her brother's pricks to play with. "Maybe we could try that 
out, Dad?" She pulled on her nipples and smiled. "Don't you think there's 
still time to try that?" 

They both heard the front door open. "I sure do," said Tom Benson, "and 
there's no time like the present to get us started, eh?" He stood up and 
walked slowly to the living room. He arrived in the nude in front of his 
wife and son: "Well, let's get this over with!" 

"You bastard," she cried at him. "Where the hell have you been?" Vera was 
hysterical at the sight of her husband standing nude in the living room. 

"You booted me out," he said, "but I'm back, just like I said I'd be. Come 
over here." 

"I will not," said Vera. She put down her purse and started away, to the 
kitchen. But in one long leap Tom Benson was across the room. "And you stay 
out of this, Charley," he said to his son, "because there's plenty of hot 
twat between your mother's legs for the both of us. Understand?" 

"Sure, Dad," said Charley. "Whatever you say." He backed off and watched his 
father tackle Vera. "On the floor, cunt," moaned Tom. "It's gonna be a hot 
fuck for you, like it or not." 

His hands went flying up her skirt, and, with the backs of her legs in his 
hands, he pulled her feet out from under her. She toppled to the floor, but 
his strong grip braced her fall. He still had his hands around her smooth 
waist. He pulled up her skirt and he pulled down her stockings and panties. 
"Now," he said, "Vera, I'm gonna give you the fuck you been waiting for." 

"Oh, God, Charley," she moaned, "do something. Help me!" Her hands waved 
wildly. But really she wanted Tom to stuff her full of hot cock. No matter 
how she yelled and protested the near rape, she really did love the idea. 
And when she felt his pecker running down into her cunt, she nearly gave way 
all together. "Hot fucking damn!" she finally creamed at him, "oh, my, but I 
missed that sword of yours!" 

Her hips rocked, and her cunt slid up so as to grab his stiff meat and pull 
it into her as far as it could go. The slippery folds of her pussy tugged on 
the head of his meat. The mushroom head was bursting inside her, giving her 
the tremendous thrill that she loved. "Now," commanded Tom Benson, "open up 
wider. I have a big surprise for you." 

Vera spread her legs as her husband commanded her to do. Meanwhile, Tom 
called to Charley who still watched with hungry eyes. He told him to 
undress. Charley, a little confused, did so. 

"Alright, Dad," he said when he had his clothes off, "what now?" 

"Now," said his father, "you are going to fuck your Mother. I think she 
needs us both." 

"Oh, gee, Dad, I don't know..." 

"Don't give me a hard time, Charley. This is what it's all about." He pulled 
his rod out of Vera's slippery twat hole. "Get ready for another hot dick, 
honey. Here comes Charley." 

With that he climbed off of his wife and directed his son into the hot furry 
breach. "Get on in there," he commanded Charley. "Give her the old one-two. 
Sock it to her just the way I would!" 

Charley jammed his stiff meat up his mother's hot pussy. She moaned in his 
ear: "Oh, yes, Charley. That's good, honey. Give it to me hard. You father's 
right, this is the way to do it, honey. Both of you in my hot twat any time 
you want. Oh, my, I love it." She lifted her hips and heaved her son up in 
the air. When he came down his flesh prong expanded inside her pussy. 
"Ooooooh," she wailed, "that's the hot penis I love." 

He drilled down, nailed his mother's twat to the kitchen floor. With his 
hands he reached up and took her titties. "Oh, nice," he sighed when he had 
a good feel of those big soft mammary glands. He used his fingers to tug on 
her hot budding nipples, too. Chills crawled around on his mother's fat 
tits. "Oh, Mom," he moaned, "I love to suck on your titties and fuck your 
vagina. I love you, Mother." 

"That's the nicest thing you could say, darling," she said as her hips 
squirmed under his powerfully drilling cock. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna come now." 

"Me, too," said Charley. His flesh went slipping and sliding in and out of 
his mother's banging cunt. "I'm gonna spill out all over the place." 

"Good," said his father. "Fill your mother's pussy with all the hot jism you 
can give her. Flood that hairy hole with all the come you got. She'll love 
it." 

Charley felt his stiff sex muscle begin twitching. The juice would soon gush 
from his cock. He knew that the hefty wads of hot semen would all go down 
her sweet thick tube. "OK, " he sighed, "here..." He could say no more. A 
ripple of ecstasy spread down his boner, and his hot meat squirted out love 
serum. "Ahhh," he sighed, "that's what I call a good fuck!" His ass waved up 
and down as he pounded his prick like a jackhammer into his mother's hot 
tube. When he'd finished filling her with love cement, he rolled off her 
bod. "That was great, Dad. Thanks a lot." 

Tom Benson ignored Charley. He climbed down between the still swinging and 
rocking legs of his wife. "Now, honey," he said, "I'm gonna bang you again, 
too." 

"Oh, shit, thank you, Tom. I love you both. It's so nice to have men like 
you around. We must be the happiest family in the world." 

Vera opened her legs and Charley watched his father fill the space. Soon his 
father was tired, however, and again he had to fuck his mother. He didn't 
mind, though. He got to come in her pussy, and she was very sweet to him, 
kissing his face, his chest, making sure that his big stiff flesh prong got 
all the right treatment. 

Later, when he'd pulled his joint out of his mother's pussy, he felt 
relieved that his father was back home. It meant he wouldn't have to work so 
hard to keep both Tina and Vera satisfied. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

A week later the family celebrated their reunion. Tom Benson brought home 
plenty of wine, Vera prepared a fabulous dinner, and the children helped to 
clean the house. When the Benson family finally sat down to dinner, they 
were all of them nude. 

Vera sat between her husband and her son. Her big flowing titties would 
occasionally flop against the table when she reached for the butter, or for 
more wine. Opposite her, of course, was lovely teenage Tina, a mirror image, 
but younger. Tina's fat breasts wobbled and shimmered all the way up until 
ice cream was served. Finally, unable to resist the temptation any longer, 
she told her father that she had to have some sort of fuck right now, or 
else she'd go crazy. 

Tom excused himself from the table and took Tina by the hand. He escorted 
her to the back bedroom and there, between her long soft legs he applied his 
muscular tongue. She cooed and gasped and panted until he found her 
clitoris, and then she went wild. "Oh, my fucking Lord, oh, fuck, shit, 
piss," she grunted, "mother-fucking ass-hole whore-give me that cock stick, 
Daddy. Give it to me up my cunt! Please!" She sat up so fast that Tom Benson 
didn't know what was happening. But then he saw. 

His daughter heaved herself on his joint. She sucked the mighty stick up 
into her face and licked and slobbered on it like a hunger struck tiger. She 
gnawed on the healthy meat, and then she licked the bulbous pulsing vein. 
"Oh, my," she sighed, "this is the best reunion ever, Daddy." She hummed on 
the meaty stick. "I love your penis. It's the perfect thing to make a 
reunion with." She went pulling and tugging and jerking on the sword of 
flesh. She yanlced it out of its socket, nearly, and then humped the 
mushroom head with her splendid fleshy mouth. There was nothing that could 
stop this tender teenage beauty from practically swallowing her father's 
penis. "Oooh," he moaned on occasion. "Ahhhhhh," he groaned. "Very, very 
nice, honey." He used his hands to play with the smooth skin on the nape of 
her neck. He combed his fingers through her long silky sandy blonde hair. 
The feel of her flesh cheeks against his balls rubbed him into greater and 
higher levels of orgasmic passion than he thought existed. "Fuck," he 
groaned, "come here, honey." He pulled her up close to his face. Her fat 
titties rubbed along his chest as she came up close to her father's mouth. 

When she arrived near his open, parted lips, Tina lifted one huge mammary 
and stuffed her Daddy's face with it. The nipple went bulging into the back 
of his oral cavity. She held the part of the tit that worked around in his 
mouth with both hands. She pushed and pulled it in and out of his mouth. 
"Oh, my," she drooled on him, "this is the best little lick I ever got, 
Daddy. It's just wonderful." 

Then she pulled her breast out of his mouth and grabbed her other titty. She 
stuffed that one in his eyeball, and drew it down along his cheek. The titty 
nipple popped into his lips where he began to suck and rub it. "God damn," 
she groaned, "what a great feel, Daddy." 

He punched her with his prick, and that popped the last tit out of his face. 
"Uuuuuhhh, Daddy, what are you doing?" she complained. He forced his pecker 
up into her open slit. The juice eased down his rod, gushed along his balls, 
puddled under him. "Mmmmmmm," he hummed, "you got what it fucking takes, 
Tina. Just give it to me now." He rolled his pelvis and his stiff joint 
hiked up inside his daughter's pubic hole. "You like?" 

"I like," she grunted. "I like very-uhg! What the fuck?! " 

He stabbed her with his digit in her rear. The bunghole cavity opened and 
closed around his knuckle. "Ugh," she grunted, "I wasn't expecting that." 

But her smooth pussy opened up and took more of his cock up into the 
slippery folds of flesh and muscle that would soon milk her father's hot rod 
for all the come she could get. "My, my, my," he moaned to his daughter, 
while he kissed her neck and sucked her ear lobes, "you sure have learned 
how to fuck, honey. I really mean it. You're almost as good as your mother 
was when she was a young woman. Did you know that?" 

"Oh, thank you, Daddy," she panted. "I never would have believed I'd get to 
see that big flesh wedge of yours again. This is the best party a girl could 
ever have." She worked her pussy down around his stiff pecker. The joint 
traveled the distance of her meaty hair pie. He slammed her hard with that 
pecker, and she cried out loud: "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me harder, Daddy. Give it 
to me all the way!" 

He took a deep breath and pulled his hips back. Then he let his flesh arrow 
fly. He stabbed her in the cunt so quickly and so deeply that her clit 
nearly popped off the wall inside. "Jesus, fuck!" she cried, but she 
climaxed then, with that one shot, and gushed out all over him. When she was 
finished, she rolled off the pecker to the side. "That was really 
something," she commented, looking down between her spread legs. "I never 
had it like that before." She scratched her open wound and finger fucked out 
some juice. Then she looked at her father who still had a big hard penis 
between his legs. "Daddy," she said, "do you want to have an orgasm, too?" 

"Yes," he said. "Will you help me?" 

"Of course," she smiled. She reached over to his big hog and jerked on the 
fat muscle with her small warm hands. Her palm stroked the topside of the 
big pecker, and soon she had him contracting and swearing about how he was 
going to come, and she wondered where the jism would go when he finally came 
off. She popped the head of the dick into her face and solved the problem. 
Then her father started squirting and she swallowed every drop of the salty 
stuff. She swallowed it down so fast that she had time to breathe between 
squirts. When it was all over she took her face away from his big sexual 
organ and looked at the dark muscle that she'd just sucked off: "Pop," she 
said, "you got the biggest prick a girl could ever ask for." Then she licked 
him clean. 

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Vera and her son, Charley, had not sat idle. 
After dinner, and after Tom and Tina had left, they moved close to each 
other and started a sort of tingle festival in each other's bodies. What 
they did was lay down on the living room carpet and very gently begin to 
caress each other. "Mom," confessed Charley midway in the touch game, "I'm 
sort of glad that Dad's home now. He's a lot nicer to me, and he seems to 
care that I get you laid enough." He slid his finger into his mother's hot 
pie box. 

"Well," she agreed, "yes, he is much nicer." She pulled on his big fat 
penis. "You know," she said, seeing how big and fat and thick his joint was, 
"I think the best thing for us to do now is to fuck. What do you say?" 

"Oh, sure," he agreed. "Why not?" He got up and planted his joint down 
between her legs. It took only a quick thrust in the right direction to fill 
his mother's pussy with hot meat. "There," he said, plying the inside folds 
with plenty of his hot cock muscle. "You like that, Mom? I want to be sure 
that it's as good for you as it is for me." 

"Oh, honey," she moaned, "it's just the way I love it." She bounced him up 
and down, in and out of her sweltering hairy pussy. Her fleshy legs and 
boiling cunt gave him the kind of ride that he could thoroughly enjoy. He 
liked fucking his sister, but his mother's hot pussy was the fleshy, smooth 
sort that could get hot and horny with one quick rub. 

"You know," said his mother in a lusty breathless voice, "I'd like it if 
you'd rub my cunt-clit a little more, eh? You know, sort of grind that 
mushroom head of yours up against it. That gets me really hot, honey. I like 
that the best." 

Charley was happy to give his mother all the pleasure she wanted. He reared 
back and slammed his pecker up against his mother's hot little buttery 
clitoris. The greased sex button flicked back and forth, and Vera Benson 
began to wail: "Shit, that's nice, son. That's the best yet, honey. Keep it 
coming." She waved her hips on his steely flesh sword. The hot muscles in 
her wet twat juiced and jammed all over his meaty stick. "God damn," she 
drawled, "I sure do love that honey pot of mine to be filled up with your 
penis, honey. You do it the way it should be done, kid. Think you can just 
rock it in a little harder though?" 

Charley smiled. He was waiting for Vera to ask him to hit her hard with his 
stick. So he arranged to give her exactly what she wanted. He slid his hand 
under her butt, and then he plied the bunghole space there with his finger. 
He entered the shit tube and twirled his digit. This opened his mother's hot 
twat even more. Now he took his juicy rod in his hand and used his penis 
like a plastic dildo. He rubbed the insides of his mother's slippery twat 
with the head of his powerhouse sword. 

"Oh, God damn fucking-a," she hollered. "That's the way I want it alright. 
That's perfect!" She rolled back and forth and, even though they were on the 
floor of the living-room, she bounced him up and down on top of her. Every 
time she came down, of course, it was on her son's hot finger, and every 
time she went up, it was for more of his thick meaty prick loving. 

"My, how we do get on," she moaned while clamping her legs together around 
his hot nuts. "It's really the best fucking ever, Charley. If only we had 
known that we could be fucking like this before." 

"Oh, that's alright, Mom," said Charley, flexing his finger in her ass-hole 
channel, "it's good that we can do it now." He let his joint fly downwards 
in her cunt. He gave her as much meat as she could possibly use. The pecker 
was so stiff that no matter which way Vera rocked and rolled and heaved, the 
muscle itself stayed firm. "Come in me," she begged her son. "Give me that 
hot jism of yours, Charley." 

He slid up and down in her hairy wet twat slit. Then he let his penis muscle 
contractions take over. He gave her the ripple effect, against her clit, 
while his fiery poker branded the inside of her pussy with hot jism. The 
wads of come went flying down her tube, and the more he flooded her vagina 
chamber, the more she cried how she loved him. 

"Oh, God, that fuck stick is the best, son. The absolute best." She rolled 
back and yanked her pussy off of his meaty joint. "Let me see that thing," 
she said. She eyeballed and inspected the hot poker with which her son had 
given her so much satisfaction. With the hot cock still greasy and in the 
palm of her hand, she took to licking it off. "You know," she said, "I'm 
going to have myself a lot of fun with this fresh meat of yours, Charley, my 
son. Yes, indeedy, a lot of fun." She went back to licking his jumbo fuck 
stick. 

Charley smiled at his mother's friendly affection. Then he adjusted his 
positon so that, Vera could continue to lick his hog while he in turn could 
lick out her juice and ooze filled twat. Also, in this way, his mother's fat 
tits were easy to get to. He leaned toward her sweet gushing breach and 
applied himself to the slippery insides. The thick glistening lips peeled 
back when his tongue jammed down inside and began thrusting at her clitoris 
meat. The sex button went hog wild, and Charley prepared to make another 
stand inside his mother's wonderful vagina. 

A while later they had finished fucking and sucking, and the whole family 
sat around in the living room together. Of course they were all nude and it 
was easy to see that mother and daughter, Vera and Tina, were very much 
alike. And Tom and Charley looked like older and younger brother, rather 
than father and son. Their cocks were exposed, just as Vera and Tina's hairy 
wet twats were open and ready. 

"Well, who wants to go again?" asked Vera. Her fat breasts were shimmering 
and shaking. 

"I do, Mom," said Tina. "I'd love to go again." 

"No, darling," said Vera, "we need another man to fuck us. It's no good for 
just you and I." 

"I'll be ready in a little while," said Charley, looking down at his still 
limp pecker. He'd fucked his mother twice, and now since she wanted more, he 
would have to get on another big bone for her. But he didn't mind. She had 
one very likable pussy. 

Tom Benson, for his part, was nearly hard again. "If you give me just a 
little suck," he told Tina, "I'll be able to get hot and horny in a minute. 
Then we can pick up where we left off." 

"Sure," agreed his daughter. She leaned down to her Daddy's penis and sucked 
the meaty fuck stick into her face. "My Daddy," she said later with a keen 
eye to her brother's hot hog, "has a very slick meat." Then she buried the 
burning flesh in her mouth. 

"Nice," said Charley. "Well, my Mommy has a very nice twat." He jumped on 
his mother's hefty crotch, gave her his long tongue, and when she was ready, 
he plowed Vera's fertile cunt. 

"My, oh, my," screamed his mother in total ecstasy as her son's long prick 
stabbed in and out of her slippery hole, "this is really what I would call a 
perfect family reunion!" She waved her hips up and down and sucked her son's 
hard penis further into her pussy than she'd ever taken him before. "Son," 
she said, "you're going to have that fuck stick in perfect condition when I 
get done with you." She laughed and bounced him up and down on her big body. 
Her fat tits were too much temptation for Charley to resist. He licked and 
sucked the nipples and then the smooth breast meat, too. "Oh, Mom," he 
groaned, pumping her hot channel with all his might, "this is one smooth 
fuck!" 

"Yes, son," Vera agreed, sliding her twat hole up on her son's slippery fuck 
stick, "this is the best!" 

They all of them jammed like that for the rest of the night. It was, as 
Charley's Mother had named it, the perfect family reunion.
