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MOM SUCKS BIG ONES by John Friday

CHAPTER ONE
"Hey, Mom. . . turn over. I want to fuck you again."
"Oh, Danny! I was hoping you would. I just can't get enough of your big 
cock!"
"Yeah, but first I want to suck your beautiful tits. God, how I love 
those creamy big jugs! Yuuumm!"
Angela Whitmire shivered, sprawled on her back in her son's narrow bed. 
Danny bent over her, stroking anxiously with his wet tongue, teasing her 
thick dark nipples.

"Aaahhh," she sighed, loving the pulse of lewd pleasure that made her 
temples throb and her pussy simmer.

"Your luscious tits must be forty-fours at least," Danny said, leering 
brightly as his handsome young face moved from one to the other.

"Yes, and it takes a double D-cup bra to contain them" Angela said 
proudly, rasping sounds of excitement when she felt the pull of her son's 
sucking lips.

Danny was a strapping six-foot teenager with black wavy hair and piercing 
dark eyes. He feasted on his mother's lush tits, an orgy of oral delight. 
They were the biggest, creamiest tits, an orgy of oral delight. They were 
the biggest,
creamiest tits he'd ever felt, and the only ones he'd ever sucked.

Angela shivered and moaned, losing herself in the rapture of incestuous 
sex once again. Her young son was a tireless lover with a magnificent 
nine-inch prick she adored.

"Danny?" she asked softly as he sucked and slurped at her bountiful tit. 
"Can I please fondle your cock? I love to feel it getting hard in my 
hand."
"Yeah, but go easy. I want to fuck you long and hard this tine. Don't get 
my prick too twitchy in the palm of your hand."
"I won't. I want it in my pussy a long time too. In deep, where only you 
have been able to reach."
Angela stroked his cock fondly but gently, thinking back to the first 
time she touched his prick three days ago.

The bathroom door was ajar, so Angela had walked in without thinking to 
knock.

Danny was standing over the sink, jacking off-a spur of the moment thing. 
He'd gone in just to wash his hands, but while they were slick with soap 
he got a big throbbing boner as he did eight or ten times a day.

Angela was at first shocked by what she saw, then dazzled by the size of 
Danny's cock. It was a good inch longer than her husband's, and a lot 
bigger around.

She said rashly: "Do you want me to do that?"
And Danny had agreed reluctantly, too stunned by discovery and shamefaced 
to think of words to refuse. Angela soaped her hands and jacked his cock 
expertly, teasing his powerful shaft with wavering finger-strokes while 
fondling his huge balls with the other hand.

She brought his cock quickly to a gushing climax, then rinsed his cock 
with warm water and sucked him off. Danny was too dazed and delighted to 
think about what they were doing. He just fucked his hot virgin prick 
down his mother's throat and came again in lusty grunts and ramming 
thrusts.

They were in his bed and he was fucking her cunt for the third time two 
hours later when Danny's father came home unexpectedly.

Frank Whitmire didn't realize it was his wife that Danny was fucking . . 
. at first. He beamed a proud, fatherly grin and said: "Give her hell, 
boy! Fuck her brains out!"
Then Angela gasped: "Frank!"
Then he knew. He called her foul names, packed a suitcase and stormed out 
of the house, swearing that he would file for divorce. 

Frank didn't want to shame or punish a horny young man just because his 
mother turned out to be a slut, but he did have divorce papers served on 
her the next day.

Angela consoled herself by fucking with Danny all day. Why not? She had 
nothing left to lose.

Frank came by late in the afternoon to pick up the rest of his things. 
She begged and pleaded for forgiveness. Frank snarled: "Fuck off, you 
incestuous slut!"
Danny cowered in his bedroom behind a closed door, too ashamed to face 
his father.

And when Frank had gone, it took Angela almost an hour to tease Danny's 
big cock back to fuck strength. The longest time ever, that's how upset 
her son was.

But both of them put that behind them and soon reveled in the intimate 
delights of incest.

Angela found herself loving Danny more than ever before. She worshipped 
his cock an waited on him hand and foot to save all his strength for 
fucking her. Angela didn't fully understand what had  moved her to such 
rash depravity, but she was thirty-nine-in the sexual prime of female 
life-and more horny than ever before. Rather than think about why she 
felt such rampant
desire, Angela thought only about satisfying it. And the solace of her 
son's big cock was exactly what she needed.

Danny raised his head from the luscious big tit he'd been sucking. "Okay, 
Mother, I'm plenty hard and hot enough to fuck you now. Spread those 
soft, creamy thighs of yours."
"Yes, my darling. Oh, I can hardly wait to feel your big hot prick in me 
again. Holding and stroking it has made my pussy so wet and anxious!"
"Yeah, I can smell it. Ripe and rich fuck scent. You are one fuck-loving 
bitch, you know that?"
Danny moved into position between her spread legs.

Angela was average in height for a woman, but generously proportioned-big 
rounded tits, a ripe ass and softly padded pussy mound spread wide with a 
dark tangle of dense and silky curls.

Danny smiled down at her, working the bulbous head of his mighty cock up 
and down in her narrow cunt. His mother cooed expectantly, her liquid 
brown eyes fluttering in anticipation. It didn't matter that her craving 
for Danny's cock had ruined her marriage. She had to have his cock again.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded urgently. "Stick
your big, thick cock in all the way to the root! Nobody fucks better than 
you, Danny."
"I want to rub my cockhead on your big juicy clit first. I know how 
fucking crazy-hot that gets you."
"I'm fucking crazy-hot already! I want you in me! Do it, Danny. Fuck your 
mother. Fuck me good!"
At first he'd been as anxious as she was, but after three days of almost 
nonstop sex with her, Danny was starting to enjoy taking his time. He 
liked hearing her beg for his cock. A real thrill after young girls who 
had to be coaxed and teased, and then still wouldn't put out. Danny had 
been a sorely frustrated virgin until his mother turned on to him. Now he 
was making up for lost time, fucking her lush ripe body at least ten 
times a day, lying back to let her suck his cock hard again between 
rounds.

"Please, Danny! I want your cock in me Just rubbing it around on my clit 
is making my cunt go crazy inside. It's so hot and wet and wringing tight 
for you."
"Yeah? Let's see?" He slanted his aching hard prick down and pushed just 
the blood engorged tip of it into her sultry cunt hole.

"More!" she moaned. "Uh, God . . . give me all nine inches! Ram it in me 
to the root?"
"You want it in? Suck on it with your cunt. Pull and squeeze real hard 
and I'll give you a
little bit more."
"Ungh, Danny. Don't torture me! Your cock is my whole life now. It's all 
I have. All I'll ever want!"
"Show me," he said, grinning lewdly, enjoying his position of power over 
the woman who had, until recently, controlled his whole life. "Make your 
pussy suck harder and beg for my prick!"
Angela grunted and strained, pumping and writhing every muscle in her 
cunt to entice him. She desperately needed to be fucked. Having been 
fucked so often in the last few days had more intensified her wanton 
desire than sated it.

"Fuck me, please. I'm doing everything I can to excite your beautiful 
cock. Give me more of it to work with. Let my clinging pussy wring the 
whole long shaft."
"All right," he agreed, ramming into her pussy with a thrust that made 
her eyes bulge in delighted anguish.

"Unnngh! That's it! Oh, God, it feels so good when your big cock is in me 
all the way!"
Danny grinned smugly, whirling his hips to ream the mouth of her cunt 
with his hairy cock root. He knew she loved that. The grinding pressure 
on her juicy big clit sent shivers of ecstasy up her spine.

As he drew back to thrust and fill her cunt
hole again, Angela arched her back and rose with him, clinging to his 
cock with her cunt muscles. Her eyes narrowed to thin slits as her 
trembling sensations of lewd delight increased.

He drew back until only the knobbed head of his cock remained in the 
slithering grip of her pussy. Danny let her cling to it, her back arched 
high, her luscious round ass almost a foot off the bed.

Then he ground down on her with a grunt, whirling his hips around to 
screw his cock in. Hot damp warmth embraced his veined cock, squirming 
cunt muscles sleek with simmering fuck honey. He reamed her again and 
whipped back.

"Yes, faster! You're so young and strong. You can fuck me hard and fast. 
Do it, Son! Fuck your mother's brains out. Fuck me and make it hurt!"
"You like it when I really hammer into you, don't you?"
"Oooh, yes! There's nothing better for my pussy than a cock pumping swift 
deep strokes."
"What a wanton bit you are," Danny remarked, half admiring and half in 
dismay. The boy wasn't quite used to the idea of fucking his mother yet. 
He loved her insatiable cunt, but he liked to think it was some other 
cock-crazy luscious bitch he was fucking.

Danny closed, his, eyes and, tried to, concentrate on another sexy face. 
Images of young girls he knew flashed on the screen in his mind. He 
quickly rejected each one. All were timid little prick-teasers. Some 
would allow tit feeling and maybe a few minutes of stinky finger, letting 
him explore their cunts manually but never coming across.

No, it would have to be someone older, but not the age of his mother. 
Danny felt funny about that too. She was twice his age. He thought a sexy 
cunt that was younger, but not too young, would be better.

Like Yvonne, the sexy platinum blonde divorcee who lived down the street. 
She was in her mid-to-late twenties, just about perfect for his 
increasing confidence as a stud. Her long silvery hair was dyed, he was 
almost sure, but the sheening metallic color excited him anyway.

Danny could see Yvonne's smiling face even with his eyes closed. She was 
one of those women who like to flaunt her luscious sex appeal. She was 
always working in her front yard in tight shorts and a skimpy halter top. 
He could get a throbbing erection and have to jack off three times just 
watching Yvonne mow her lawn.

More than once he'd thought about offering to do it for her; just to see 
what his reward
might be. But Danny had never summoned the courage to approach her. She 
was his unattainable dream.

Angela had no idea that Danny's thoughts were filled with visions of a 
sultry silver-haired minx. She thought the fierce, demanding throb of his 
young prick was all for her. And she loved the way that vibrant cockshaft 
made her cunt squirm.

He was fucking hard and fast now, slapping his tautly muscled loins 
against her softer flesh as though to punish her with the speed and 
violence of his thrusts.

But it was punishment that she adored and desired. As a faithless wife 
and an incestuous mother, she thought she deserved it, and she just 
couldn't get enough.

She arched beneath him and whirled, her hips. He slammed down and she 
bounded back, treating his cock to every combination of wringing muscle 
delights that her pussy knew.

Danny couldn't get over all her different moves. Her cunt was a sheath of 
rippling motion. No two motions deep in her sultry cunt ever seemed the 
same. There was always some new twist, a subtle change in the rhythm of 
her cock-clinging delight.

He began to think he was a fool to yearn for fresh pussy when he had one 
so good begging
for his cock. But Danny didn't know? His mother was the only cunt he'd 
ever fucked with more than a fingertip. He thought maybe all grown women 
were that good. Maybe some even better. Like Yvonne. He longed to see her 
beautiful face contorted by the delight of feeling his driving cock. And 
he ached to know what her pussy felt like.

The seething pressure in his balls increased rapidly. His jism simmered 
and then boiled. There always seemed to be plenty, no matter how many 
times he fucked during the day.

His power to cum and cum again in such a short time dazzled his mother. 
She knew that young nuts worked overtime to produce the gushes of cum 
that her ravenous pussy craved, but Danny's recuperation seemed 
phenomenal to her. It was nothing unusual for him to fuck her three times 
in a row without even taking his prick out of her cunt. To pump her cunt 
full and then to overflowing.

She loved when his hot cum bubbled up to her pussy lips, whipped to a 
white froth by the heat and vigor of his driving cock. She loved it even 
more when cum ran down the insides of her softly tapered thighs.

"Cum!" she urged him. "Fuck your mother full! Pump hot jizz into me. Make 
it bubble up to cream my pussy lips."
Danny grunted, wishing she'd shut up now.

He was his mother's voice that shattered the illusion. Her gasps and 
moans he could take. All women sounded pretty much alike when they were 
moaning.

He drilled and twisted his cock harder, pumping faster, wanting to fuck 
her breath away. And that just happened to be what Angela craved, most.

She shuddered and cringed. She bucked her ripe body, begging silently for 
further abuse.

Danny tensed, deeply rooted, his cock surging in her pussy. He was 
clenching and straining that band of muscle that could choke off the flow 
of cum for a little while. He liked the raging tingle of anticipation, 
wanting to hold it but knowing that no young man could do that for long.

"Cum!" she hissed, her voice as tense as his body.

Angela's climax had started. The first rippling convulsions were climbing 
around his cock shaft-impulses over which she no longer had control. 
Instinct was in command now.

She began to moan as the contractions of delight came faster. Angela's 
brown eyes closed. Her full, sensuous lips twisted into a warped grin of 
sheer rapture. And her pussy seethed with tremors of lust.

Danny held his breath, but he couldn't hold
his fiery cum from a cunt that begged for it so enticingly.  He exploded 
a roar, and his cock gushed in her wringing cunt.

"Aaagggh!" she cried. "Good! Fuck me! Fuck me full! Fuck until your hot 
cream is running down my legs!"
He drilled in and out, thrusting deep each time his cock heaved a searing 
hot gush.

"Take it bitch! Take it all!"
"Yyyeeesss! I want it all. Fuck it to me! Fuck me full!"
"Hungh! You love it, cunt! You can't get enough, can you?"
"No! I want more and more! Fuck me, Danny. Oooh, fuck your mother full!"
"You're already full. Your pussy is a swamp of simmering cream. It's 
backing up around my cock already."
"Yes, good! It makes it so slick and smooth. You can fuck even harder 
now. Oooh, rain it in! Stick it deep and shoot your cum in the depths of 
my hole!"
Danny groaned. Her cunt was wringing his prick even though she'd sucked 
him dry.

"Aaagggh," Danny sighed, slumping down on her. His hands milked her tits 
while his cock twitched in the throes of delighted satisfaction.

Angela stirred, warming with each vibration she felt from him. When that 
stilled to nothing
and she felt his magnificent prick going soft, she purred warmly: "Slip 
it out of me and lie on your back. Just relax and catch your breath. Then 
mother will suck you hard so we can do it again."
Danny pitched over on his back willingly enough. His rubbery cock slid 
out of her pussy and drooped like a bent lance between his hard muscled 
legs.

She stroked his cock fondly with a curled hand, fingers gliding smooth 
and warm on a film of slick cum. At the same time, she bowed her head and 
kissed his nipple, swiping it in a spiral with her tongue.

He began to moan, receiving pleasure that was more than enough. Too much. 
Danny just wanted to rest, to be by himself for awhile. He'd loved his 
mother's demanding lust at first, but now it was getting to be a pain. He 
decided to shake her up a little. If she wanted so damn much from him, 
she would have to give him something special in return.

 Danny folded his hands beneath his head and stretched out, smiling, 
while she nibbled her way down to his dense spread of cockhair.

She nibbled around the fringe of it, sending slight tingles of fresh 
excitement into his loins.

 "I've been thinking," he said slowly, letting her nibble right up to the 
base of his cock before he went on. "I'm really enjoying sex
with you."
"I'm glad, dear. I've never had better!" She turned her head and dragged 
her tongue up the underside of his sagging cock, supporting it with her 
hand while she licked off the film of cum that glazed his long cockshaft.

"Yeah, but you see, I don't know what's better. Yours is the only cunt 
I've ever fucked."
"And the only one you need to fuck. Later, when I've taught you 
everything, you'll meet some nice young girl and thrill her out of her 
mind."
Angela raised her head and opened her lips, pressing down to suck in the 
bulbous head of his half-erect cock.

Danny groaned, feeling the pulse of excitement stir again.

"I want to know even more than you do," he said. "I want to try another 
sexy grown woman."
"Another woman?" Angela's head bobbed up, and she spit the words out like 
poison.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about Yvonne. In fact I was thinking about her 
all the time I was fucking you."
"Bastard!" she snarled, squeezing his cock in a hand that wanted to be a 
fist. "That spindly bleached blonde divorcee?"
"She's got two sharp jutting tits like a pair
of bumper bullets and a shapely ass that looks like it was borrowed off a 
statue of Venus."
"All right," his mother conceded grudgingly, not wanting to hear any 
more. "She's tall and sultry in a cheap Sort of way. But I'm twice the 
woman she is, I know that!"
"Maybe you know. I sure don't, but I want to find out. You know her, 
don't you?"
"Just to say hello to."
"Get to know her better," he instructed with steely calm. "I want to fuck 
her."
"No," Angela insisted. "You're mine. You're all I've got now. I don't 
want to share your cock with anyone."
She squeezed his prick possessively.

"If you're better than she is, what do you have to worry about?"
Angela sobbed pitifully. She'd already lost her husband, and now she 
became worried that she was losing her son. But she realized quickly that 
she had no real choice other than to satisfy his lewd cravings. Danny's 
cock was swelling massively hard in her hand. She just had to have him, 
even if not all to herself.

"It will take some time for me to get to know her," she said in a 
strained and desperate-sounding voice.

"You've got time," Danny said, delighting in his newfound power. "Until 
noon tomorrow."

CHAPTER TWO
Angela made coffee the next morning while Danny was sleeping, enjoying a 
much-needed rest. He had fucked her three times after making the demand 
that she deliver Yvonne to him, and each fuck had made her more 
determined to oblige his obscene desires.

Her palms were cold with the sweat of apprehension while setting up the 
coffeemaker, and she felt a little better when she had downed two cups 
laced with bourbon. She had no idea how to approach Yvonne. The woman was 
so stunningly beautiful yet so standoffish, as if she had the world by 
the tail and she knew it.

She poured a third cup of coffee at exactly eight. Four hours remained. 
She splashed a double shot of bourbon into the mug and sipped on it, 
trying to think. I can't walk up to an ultra-sexy platinum blonde 
divorcee and say:
Oh, hi there.., how would you like to fuck my son?
Worse, Angela knew that Yvonne worked nights as a cocktail waitress. She 
was used to sleeping late, not getting up much before noon . . . if then.

Angela's breath rasped until her chest burned. Her fingers trembled. If 
only I'd remained
faithful to my husband, she was thinking, none of this would have 
happened.

But in twenty years, their marriage had grown stale. Frank's interest in 
her declined as her sexual desires increased. The more she wanted from 
him, the less he seemed willing to give. When she saw her son's stiff 
cock practically begging for female attention, it was a temptation that 
no horny woman in the prime of her sex life could possibly resist.

Angela swigged down the last of her whiskey-laced coffee and stood up. 
Lightheaded, but fiercely determined, she strode out the front door, 
mindless of the fact that she was wearing nothing but a filmy black 
negligee that did more to accent than conceal her voluptuous curves.

The old man who lived directly across the street had just gone out to get 
the morning paper. He almost swallowed his dentures when he saw her.

Angela didn't even notice him, or the younger man who spent five minutes 
stupidly watering a fire plug with his garden hose after she walked by.	
Angela knocked on Yvonne's door and waited restlessly, her ninety-proof 
courage fading fast.

"Who is it?" an irritated female voice called from the inside.

"It's Angela," she said. "Your neighbor from up the street."
"Oooh, Angela." The voice was still sleepy, but not quite so hostile.

The latch chain rattled and the door eased open.

"I'm sorry to bother you this early, but I just have to talk to 
someone.''
Yvonne smiled. "I understand. I heard that Frank took off a few days ago, 
so you came to talk to the neighborhood authority on divorce, right?"
"Well, not exactly . . ." Angela shivered, suddenly realizing what she 
was wearing and that half the neighborhood was staring at her standing on 
Yvonne's front steps. "Could I come in, please?"
"Certainly." Yvonne stepped back, smiling, resplendent in a sheer robe of 
silvery fabric exactly the same color as her long hair. The flowing robe 
was collared and trimmed with silky blue fox fur; a deep plunging V that 
reached almost to her navel.

Yvonne regarded her neighbor with a catlike glance. Typical female 
jealousy. Angela's figure was lush-outstandingly so-a tempting piece of 
fuck-flesh if there ever was one.

Still with a catty gleam in her cool green eyes, Yvonne asked: "What 
happened, did Frank catch you fucking the milkman? Is that
why he took off?"
"Not the milkman, no. . . Angela couldn't bring herself to speak the 
whole truth. "But I was unfaithful to him, and he has filed for divorce."
"You fucked just one other guy?" Yvonne asked, restraining an impulse to 
laugh.

"Yes, someone very special to me." "Oooh, I see. Your secret admirer. 
With me, it was the defensive line of that pro football team that won the 
playoff game here last year. My husband just couldn't stand the fact that 
I'd taken in more than sixty inches of strange cock in less-than sixty 
minutes."
Angela laughed. Then she shuddered. "What I did was probably worse."
"What could be worse than a man finding his wife in bed with six big 
studs all bound for the Super Bowl?" Yvonne asked calmly, stroking the 
silvery deep fur that covered her jutting tits.

"Frank caught me fucking our son, Angela confessed tearfully.

"Oh, wow! That is really heavy duty!" Yvonne's cool glimmer of sexual 
superiority flickered out like a candle in a windstorm.

"And that's not the worst," Angela sobbed. "Now my son wants to fuck 
you."
The words had come blurting out, nothing like the speech Angela had 
rehearsed.

Yvonne seemed more than shocked by the suggestion. She grinned. "That 
devil! I've seen him watching me when I work in the yard. He stands at 
the window and practically drools. I've been expecting him to make some 
kind of approach, but I sure didn't think he'd send his mother as a 
messenger."
"Are . .. are you saying that you'll do it?" Angela was anxious, as if 
her life depended on Yvonne's decision.

"Sure," the shapely divorce said with a lewd grin. "He's a good-looking 
young guy. And we both know how long a teenager's cock stays hard. Danny 
can fuck me anytime he wants."
"Oooh, good!" Angela said with a tit heaving sigh of relief. "He wants 
you by noon today."
"I'll be there," Yvonne said. "But first there's something I want you to 
do for me."
"Anything!" Angela agreed without question. Then she noticed the odd way 
that Yvonne's sensuous lips curled and the seductive gleam in her jade-
green eyes. Nervously she asked: "What?"
"Come back to the bedroom and we'll talk about it."
"The b-b-bedroom?"
"Yes, dear, the bedroom." Yvonne's lewd grin curved wider. "I like having 
sex with another woman almost as much as with a man.

And those luscious big tits of yours really, turns me on!"
"Oh, now wait a minute-"
"You've never enjoyed sex with another woman?"
"No, never. And I don't think it's right."
Yvonne's limpid green eyes narrowed. "That's a strange moral judgement to 
make from a mother who fucks and pimps for her teenaged son."
"Yes, I suppose. But I just don't think I can do it."
"You don't have to do anything," Yvonne said, pulling gently on Angela's 
trembling hand. "I enjoy taking the dominant role. Now come along. Just 
looking at your glorious tits and ass makes me hot!"
"No, I can't."
"Then go home and tell Danny I don't have time for him. His isn't the 
only hot young prick in the world, you know. I won't have any trouble 
finding another."
Angela felt trapped, frightened of a lesbian relationship, but even more 
frightened of disappointing her son.

"All right," she consented weakly, following along.

Yvonne's bedroom was a showplace of sensuous femininity: Sheer curtains 
softly filtered the morning light that fell on a round bed with
pale blue satin sheets and a downy soft satin comforter the same color.

"Let me help you off with that negligee," Yvonne said in a low and sultry 
voice. "I don't want anything between me and those beautiful big tits."
Angela shivered as the filmy black robe slipped down to the floor.

"Now lie down on the bed," Yvonne said. "On your back just as you would 
for a man."
Angela lay down, her body remained tense, her legs clamped together like 
the jaws of a vise.

Yvonne left on her beautiful fur-trimmed gown and stretched out languidly 
beside her. "Relax, Angela. I'm going to thrill you, not hurt you."
Yvonne leaned over, her smiling face framed by sexy waves of silver hair. 
She bent down and kissed Angela's quivering lips, making the woman seethe 
with pangs of mixed emotions.

Her kiss was tender, but demanding. Yvonne's soft womanly scent was 
enticingly different from that of a lusty male. Angela breathed deep, 
closed her eyes and tried not to think.

The soft fur trim of Yvonne's gown pressed lightly against Angela's 
tingling nipples. Angela gasped and Yvonne eased her tongue between lips 
taut with nervous apprehension.

The wet mingling of their tongues made Angela even more tense. Cold 
shivers ran down her spine and raised goose bumps all over her body.

Yvonne's lips were sealed on hers and she sucked, drawing Angela's tongue 
into her mouth.

Angela groaned; enjoying the passionate suction of warmth, but hating the 
idea of surrendering herself to the lusty demands of another lewd female.

Hands with long and delicate fingers curled around Angela's tits. Thumbs 
whirled around her nipples and they began to pulse with excitement 
despite Angela's reluctance.

The silver-haired beauty sucked on Angela's tongue and stroked it with 
her own, a sensuous wet touch that Angela found strangely thrilling. Her 
heart beat faster. Her breaths came in short gasps.

Smiling and trailing soft waves of silver hair, Yvonne moved down and 
kissed one, of Angela's thick dark nipples. It swelled like ripening 
fruit. She fondled the other large breast through a pad of tingling soft 
fur.

Angela's lush body writhed, her reluctance fading as a passionate 
yearning for pleasure increased.

"Oooh, Yvonne," she said with a long sigh. "You suck tit in ways that are 
so exciting!"

"That's because I know exactly what pleases me. When I eat your cunt and 
nibble your juicy clit, you'll like it even better."
Yvonne opened her mouth and slowly sucked in all the tit her mouth would 
hold.

Angela moaned, pulling her shoulders back. Yvonne's tongue circled her 
nipple. A red lacquered fingernail teased the rigid tip of her other tit.

Angela felt her pussy begin to churn. Man or woman, it didn't matter. Her 
lush tits and large nipples were sensitive sex triggers. Warm honey began 
to simmer in her cunt.

Yvonne caught the scent and became even more lewdly passionate. She 
sucked and bobbed her head. She squeezed and fondled Angela's tits with 
an anxious hand.

Heat shocks of pleasure sank' into Angela's simmering cunt slit. Her hips 
began to rock. Her pussy writhed, yearning for attention.

Yvonne slipped off her elegant robe and let it slide off the bed. She 
held a creamy tit mound in each hand, then nibbled down Angela's belly.

Angela gasped. Fiery shocks came nearer and nearer to her cunt, 
increasing in their intensity.

Yvonne's tongue stroked anxiously. Her soft lips pulled on flesh now warm 
with anxious desire.

Angela's legs spread instinctively, as though her cunt needed room to 
breathe. Her damp cunt musk was really flowing; The lips of her pussy 
sheened and quivered.

Yvonne nibbled into Angela's tangle of cunt hair and down to the mouth of 
Angela's anxious pussy. She swung into, a crouch between Angela's legs, 
still milking and kneading her lush tits. 
"You have a wonderful body," Yvonne said. "So soft and lush and so warm 
when you get anxious."
"I-I don't know how a woman can make me so excited."
"That's simple. Those tender nerve-ends can't tell one sex from the 
other. A female tongue makes them tingle just as a man's would. Sometimes 
even better, because a woman knows which ones want attention."
"Hhhmmm, yes!" Angela arched her back, spreading her legs even more.

Yvonne's silver hair splayed across Angela's belly, soft and sheening. 
Her tongue dipped into Angela's wet cunt and lifted up to stroke her 
nubby clit.

Angela gasped. Sparking pleasure shot through every nerve like an 
electrical charge. High voltage, a stinging delight that made her ripe 
body shudder from head to toe.

"I knew you'd like it. An oil well gushing
like your cunt is now would be worth millions."
"Yes, oooh... your tongue makes me so hot and wet."
"And I'm just getting started." Yvonne bowed down again, fucking with her 
tongue now as her fingers kneaded Angela's tits. Her sucking lips made 
obscene slurping sounds, but Angela's shrill cries of delight were so 
loud they drowned out the wet noise.

"Hhhmmm," Yvonne purred. "I can taste cum. Your sexy cunt must be full of 
it."
"Yes, Danny's got a lot. He cums and cums and keeps cumming no matter how 
often we fuck."
"Just the kind of man I like. And young jism has such a thick, creamy 
taste. I can hardly wait to suck him off and sample some straight from 
the source."
"Oh, he'll love that!" Angela gasped.

"Most men do," Yvonne answered. "Especially the young ones. Girls their 
own age are often too timid to do it."
"I know, he almost went crazy the first time I took his beautiful big 
cock in my mouth."
"Danny's lucky to have two older women. He'll learn things with us that 
no innocent girl can teach."
"I'm learning from you too," Angela said with a sigh of breathless 
excitement. "I never
thought I'd enjoy this!"
"You just wait," Yvonne said, licking and smacking her lips, "I'm going 
to clit-fuck you now and you'll like that even more."
"Wh-what?"
Yvonne reared up, tossing her head to straighten her long silver hair. 
"Look what I've got for you."
Yvonne's hand slipped between her shapely legs, the first finger hooked 
to bring her clit out- a slender wand of flesh an inch long and rigid 
with desire.

"Oooh," Angela gasped anxiously. Her clit was shorter, a mach thicker nub 
with an indented head. Yvonne's clit looked more like a miniature prick, 
it was hot and throbbing like one too.

The silver-haired blonde bridged over Angela on hands and knees.

Angela humped her back expectantly. She sighed as their bodies came 
together in a frenzy of writhing delight.

Yvonne worked her hips this way and that, until she had her stiff little 
clit centered exactly on Angela's clit.

"Aaagggh!" Angela gasped, her body wracked by shocks of obscene delight.

Yvonne grinned and pressed down, starting to make sinuous fuck motions. 
Her lithe body moved in undulating waves. Angela's body
bucked violently, stung by the heat and sparking pleasure being shot into 
her cunt. She reached up, hands quivering with anxious desire. She cupped 
and squeezed Yvonne's thrusting, sharply coned tits, whirling her thumbs 
around nipples that were hard as dagger points.

"Hhhmmmm, now you're getting the idea," Yvonne said, fucking her hips up 
and down with even more depraved desire. She held Angela's tits and 
milked them while their two wet pussies fused in grinding passion.

Though lean and finely curved, Yvonne's lithe body wasn't hard like a 
man's. But it was more demanding then some males. She whipped and pumped 
with a frenzy, shocking Angela's bulging clit with each thrust.

She twisted her hips down and brought a scream to Angela's lips. Her head 
tossed in a tangle of dark hair, brown eyes wide with astonishment, mouth 
agape and lips fluttering, trying to say how good it all felt.

Angela couldn't say anything, so she let her lush body speak for her. She 
met each thrust with an arch or twist of her hips. She squeezed Yvonne's 
tits in an emotional frenzy, and then they both screamed.

Their mutual orgasm had begun.

Angela felt a tingling tension, then rumbling spasms deep in her pussy. 
The strain and ripping
motion increased wildly.

"I'm cumming!" Angela cried.

"Oooh, me too!" Yvonne's sleek cunt surged and seeped honey all over 
Angela's hairy pussy.

"I-I just wish I had a big cock in me!"
"Ungh, yes!" Yvonne agreed. "That's the one thing two Women who share 
pleasure always lack. Nothing gets my pussy primed more for a good 
fucking than having a grinding climax with an empty hole. I'm glad Danny 
is so anxious for me!"
"Good for you," Angela said, her voice strained by the fury of her cuntal 
contractions. "But I'm going to go crazy just waiting for him to finish 
with you."
Yvonne couldn't answer. Her climax was nearing its peak. Mind and body 
both focused intently on the wracking shocks of pleasure. Then she sighed 
and settled back, her passions drained for the moment, but not fully 
satisfied. Her lithe body remained restless, squirming anxiously until 
she'd caught her breath.

"You don't have to wait," Yvonne said. "You can join us. We'll make it a 
threesome. I love to suck cunt while I'm fucking a great cock. And I love 
having a woman eat my pussy while it's dripping with fresh cum."
"Ooooh," Angela gasped, her lush body
still quaking with the fading shocks of pleasure. "I don't think I could 
do that. And I don't think Danny would want me around when he's fucking 
you."
"Only because he doesn't know how much fun it would be." Yvonne smirked 
lewdly, looking forward to new thrills already. "We'll teach him."
Angela shrugged. "Why not?"
"Now let's you and I try a little sixty-nine," Yvonne suggested 
anxiously. "If we're going to be sucking each other later with Danny, you 
should get used to the idea now."
"Oh, Yvonne ... so much is happening, and so fast."
"That's how life should be. Never a dull moment." Yvonne swiveled around 
to straddle Angela's face.

Angela looked up and saw the sleek beauty's protruding clit. It wasn't 
fully hard. Orgasm had wilted it briefly just like a man's cock. It was 
the most strangely exciting thing Angela had seen in same time. Her lips 
trembled, anxious to suck that eerie little wand.

Yvonne was just as anxious to get her lips around Angela's thick clit. 
She bowed her head down and parted the soft lips of the woman's darkly 
furred pussy with her fingertips.

CHAPTER THREE
Danny awoke to smell fresh coffee perking and bacon frying. He smiled and 
glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was ten, just two hours 
before the deadline he'd given his sexy mother.

He yawned and stretched, his big cock twitching again now that it was 
well rested. The boy wondered if she could pull it off somehow arrange 
for him to fuck that tantalizing platinum blonde.

And he wondered what he'd do if she failed him. Now used to frequent and 
frenzied fucking with his luscious mother, he couldn't just cut her off 
if she let him down. That would punish him as much or more than it would 
her.

It was something he'd have to think about, and that's what he was doing 
when Angela walked in, smiling, carrying his breakfast tray.

"Good morning, dear," she said sweetly. "I've fixed you a wonderful 
breakfast. Crisp bacon, eggs sunny side up, hash browns an plenty of 
buttered toast."
Angela had been catering to Danny ever since they began their incestuous 
affair. It pleased him, not because eating breakfast in bed was any big 
deal, but because it was a sign of the new power he had over his adoring
mother.  
Danny sipped some fresh coffee. "I hope you haven't forgotten what else 
you're supposed to serve me in bed today."
"I remember," Angela said with an anxious little grin. She'd decided not 
to tell Danny yet that Yvonne was already waiting for him in the master 
bedroom. Angela was certain that he'd skip breakfast if he knew, and now 
with two women to please, she thought it was doubly important that he 
keep his strength up.

Danny nibbled on some bacon. "You've got less than two hours to get it 
arranged."
"Yes, I know, dear." It was hard not to grin lewdly and give away her 
surprise.

"I dreamed about fucking that sexy silver mink all night," he said. "I 
just hope she's half as horny in real life."
Angela said nothing, but she did feel pangs of jealousy. It wasn't quite 
so bad now that she knew Yvonne better, and that she would share in her 
son's pleasure with their sexy neighbor, but her possessive feelings 
still ran strong.

"Would you like to fuck me when you finish your breakfast?"
"Hmmmm, no," he replied. "I want my cock well rested when I fuck her the 
first time."
Angela couldn't keep her disappointment from showing.

"Don't look so gloomy," he told her; "I'll have plenty left for you and 
getting her for me will make me anxious to show my appreciation."
"I hope it does, dear."
Danny was just finishing his breakfast. "You better get dressed and go 
see her."
"Come to my bedroom first," she said.

Danny shook his head. "No, I told you... this morning I'm saving my cock 
for Yvonne."
"I know, but there's something in the bedroom I want to show you."
"All right, but it better be damn good." He put the tray aside and 
climbed out of bed naked, his cock hanging limp because Danny had started 
to think his mother would disappoint him.

She led the way down the ball, her filmy black negligee swirling. They 
had always used Danny's room for sex. For some strange V reason Angela 
thought it wrong to fuck anyone else in the king-sized bed she'd shared 
with her husband. But now, that Frank was gone and determined to divorce 
her, that didn't matter . . . and the three of them wouldn't all fit in 
Danny's single bed.

He followed her into the bedroom. "What's in here that I need to see-"

Then his mouth gaped and his hands dropped instinctively to cover his 
wagging cock. 
"Hi, Danny." Yvonne was sitting up in the middle of the bed, her long 
silver hair draped over one shoulder, her hand stroking that and the 
silky fur collar of her robe.

"Yvonne!" he gasped, as shocked as he was pleased to see her.

"Angela says that you've been wanting to get to know me better."
"Y-y-yeah, I have." Now that the moment had arrived, Danny wasn't sure he 
could handle it.

"Then come here," she said sweetly. "Let's get started."
"Aaahhhh-" Danny stood up as though his feet had taken root. His heart 
was pounding, but his cock wouldn't respond. His prick dangled like a wet 
and wrung-out piece of cloth and that embarrassed him greatly.

"Don't be bashful," Yvonne said coyly. "I'm as anxious as you are."
He managed a few steps forward, but his usually anxious cock still 
drooped pathetically. "I-I don't know what's the matter."
"Nothing is the matter," she assured him. "You're just surprised, and 
maybe a little over anxious. If you worry or think too much about getting 
your cock hard, it won't cooperate. Just lie down, relax, and let me take 
care of it.

for you."
Danny grinned sheepishly, glad that such an incredibly sexy woman could 
be so understanding. He stretched out on her right side, his heart 
beating fast.

"Relax," she cooed, bending over to plant a kiss on his lips.

He moaned. Her lips were taut but still pliant, the scent of her hair not 
at all like his mother's.

Angela stood by the foot of the bed watching them, and Danny decided that 
she was part of his problem. "Mom, why don't you take a hike?"
"I've asked her to join us," Yvonne said. "Your mother and I have already 
shared some pleasures this morning, and we're both anxious to experience 
more."
"Hey, I'm sorry, but I just can't handle that."
"Of course you can." Yvonne moved over and urged him to follow.

When Danny was in the middle of the bed, his mother stretched out on his 
other side. He should have felt like a king in bed between two gorgeous 
women, but his miserable prick still failed him.

Yvonne smiled. "Move your hands, Danny. I want to see what you've got."
"Er, no . . . not yet."

"Don't be so shy. I know it must be a big one because you need both hands 
to keep it covered. Let me see. I love to suck a big cock before it gets 
hard."
"You-you do?"
"Uuuummmm, yes. I like to feel a cock start to quiver and throb in my 
mouth."
"Ooooh," he said tensely, slowly drawing his hands away.

"It's even bigger than I imagined!" Yvonne exclaimed excitedly, rising up 
and bending over him. "What a throat full that's going to be!"
The silky fur trim of her robe brushed his thigh and taut belly. Her 
hands coiled warmly around his long cockshaft, lifting it toward her 
waiting lips.

Then Yvonne paused, letting her warm breath flood around his cockhead. 
"Angela, while I'm working on the shaft of his cock, why don't you suck 
and tongue-tease Danny's balls? We'll double his pleasure."
Danny gasped anxiously.

Angela had fondled his nuts often enough, but she'd never taken them into 
her mouth. Without admitting that the idea was new to her, Angela bent 
down happily and rested her soft cheek on Danny's brawny thigh.

Her tongue snaked out and teased his hairy ball sac, working under and 
around one big nut
then the other. Danny gasped and felt the first surge of lusty blood he'd 
been so eager for.

Yvonne wrapped a long strand of silky platinum blonde hair around his 
cock several times and coiled her hand over that. She began to stroke his 
long semi-flaccid cockshaft slowly while her lips snugged over the 
bulging head of his prick and her tongue teased up and down on his turn 
slit.

"How's that feel?" she asked as if his anxious grunts and moans weren't 
answer enough.

"Great!" he said in a rasping voice. "Terrific!"
Angela burrowed her head closer to his groin. She opened her mouth and 
shaped her tongue like the bowl of a spoon to take the nearest of his 
balls into her mouth. She sucked his balls with extreme tenderness, 
knowing how sensitive to both pleasure and pain a man's balls are.

Danny almost went out of his head when her lips snugged around one of his 
cum-makers. She stroked it with her tongue and it sent tingles up his 
spine that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

Yvonne felt his cock begin to throb and that delighted her. She stroked 
him again with the silver hair and warm hand wrapped around his thick 
cockshaft. As his stiffening cock lengthened, her sensuous lips slid 
down.

Danny felt waves of relief as his cock surged. He reached out and felt 
one of his mother's big creamy tits and one of Yvonne's tits at the same 
time. They both sighed and pressed their tits more firmly into the palms 
of his hands.

Angela used her tongue to bring his other nut into her mouth. She sucked 
in her cheeks to embrace his big ball in slithering dampness, then she 
worked her tongue up and down between them.

Yvonne pulled the slinky coil of hair off his throbbing cock. His prick 
was plenty hot and hard enough for plain sucking, and that's what she 
liked best.

Her head bobbed up and down, driving, until her lips touched the dark mat 
of cockhair around the root of his shaft. She and Angela could almost 
make their lips touch, one sucking cock with wolfish glee while the other 
lavished tender affection on his bails.

Danny's reaction to the delightful sensations that flowed from two sets 
of soft lips was enough to overcome Angela's lingering jealousy. With two 
women to provide him simultaneous pleasure, he was soon more rampantly 
horny than ever before.

His cock throbbed, its veins bulging, the bulbous head slanted toward his 
chin by raging stiffness.

Yvonne nibbled her lips down, filling her
throat again with the magnificent thickness of his cock. Drawing back, 
she dragged her teeth very lightly on the tender underside of his cock, 
stimulating his cum pipe until he moaned, afraid his balls would let go 
and end the pleasure before he'd had near enough.

"I'm going to cum!" he warned.

Yvonne nodded her head fervently, swirling her platinum blonde hair. And 
Angela increased her teasing tongue-strokes around his balls to encourage 
him.

He strained, arching his back high, almost dragging his balls from his 
mother's clinging lips. Danny fought the impulse to let his boiling jism 
go, but the straining effort was as useless as pissing on a forest fire.

Angela felt it first, an electric tension in his balls. They vibrated 
tensely. Then suddenly they swelled and seemed to relax.

Yvonne felt it then-cum swelling in the tube beneath his cock. She had an 
instant to brace herself, but it wasn't enough.

Danny's cock spewed cum with force enough to splatter the ceiling if she 
hadn't taken the eruption down her throat.

Yvonne groaned, her head rocking back. It had been a long time since 
she'd pleasured herself with the cock of a potent teen.

She had forgotten the vigor, the jetting force and searing hot 
temperature of such an eruption.

But she loved it. Her lips and cheeks hugging his pulsing cockshaft. Her 
throat heaved, gulping down spurt after spurt of jizz.

Angela kept licking and swirling his balls with her frantic tongue. 
Jealousy between the two women was briefly forgotten. Making his orgasm 
the best possible was all that mattered to either of them.

Danny couldn't have been enjoying himself more. It was sheer ecstasy for 
the young teen to have a platinum blonde beauty gulping down his jetting 
cum while his own mother mouth-teased his balls.

When she'd completely drained him, Yvonne licked her lips. ''Now I think 
this young man is ready to fuck!"
Danny's cock hadn't weakened even a little.

Yvonne rolled over on her back and spread her long legs wide, baring a 
slender cunt slit collared with silvery pussy hair just a shade darker 
than that on her head.

Danny concluded that she was either a natural platinum blonde, or she 
went to the trouble to dye her cunt hair to match. He didn't care which-
either way she was seductive and sexy as hell. Just seeing her lewd grin 
was enough to tell him that. Cum she hadn't managed to swallow or lick 
off glossed her lips with a sheen that any cosmetic company would love to 
patent.

"Fuck me, we're both ready, and I'm overdue."
Angela reluctantly released her son's bails so that he could swing into 
position between Yvonne's legs. Her gut clenched into a knot as her soft 
hands balled into fists. She wanted her hot loving son, but he only had 
eyes for Yvonne at that moment and Angela had the grudging good sense not 
to intrude.

Danny crouched between Yvonne's spread legs, slanting his cockhead toward 
the silver haired mouth of her slender pussy. "I've dreamed about fucking 
you for so long."
"The time for dreaming has passed," she answered sweetly. "Now it's time 
to do. You're fast becoming a man, and I want to be one who helps you 
along the way."
Danny moaned. "Ooooh, Jesus!"
He saw Yvonne's clit rising out of her cunt sheath. Like a little prick. 
His mouth gaped again.

Yvonne smiled. "That's my pleasure maker. When it's hammered between your 
pelvic bone and mine, I'll have an orgasm like nothing you've ever seen 
before."
"Jee-zus," Danny sighed. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you.''

Danny watched her eyes bulge, grinning lewdly, thinking now that be was 
more than man enough.

Yvonne had taunted him just to receive that kind of response. Once her 
pussy got as hot as it was now, she liked nothing better than a hard and 
fast fuck.

"Next time stick it in so I can feel it," Yvonne teased.

Danny fumed and snarled: "You bitch!"
Angela whispered: "Danny, put her legs up. Hook one over each shoulder, 
then you can really drive it into her."
"Thanks, Mom!"
Yvonne grinned, enjoying her supposed torture. She liked nothing better 
than to be bent almost double and have a fierce hot prick rammed in her 
pussy to maximum penetration.

But she grunted and moaned sighs of anguish, knowing that would get Danny 
to fuck her as hard as he could.

"Nnnooo, Danny... don't! Your cock will go in too far this way!"
He wasn't fooled by her words of pleading. He could see the fiery light 
in her eyes. "And that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to fuck you 
as hard and deep as I can!"
"Oh, no! God, no! Not doubled up like this. Not with a cock as big and 
hot as yours!"

"Bitch!" he snarled. "Your mouth tell lies, but your pussy and the gleam 
in your eyes speak only the truth."
He jackhammered his cock into her, drilling and twisting and slamming her 
upraised ass with all the strength his young male body possessed.

"Hungh! Agggh! Uuungh!" she groaned, more delighted by each fearsome stab 
of his cockshaft.

Angela watched enviously, never having encouraged such thrilling violence 
from him. She wished now that she had. Her pussy seethed in a jealous 
frenzy as she watched her son's cock plunge deep into Yvonne's slender 
cunt.

"Having your mother watch us doesn't seem to bother you now," Yvonne 
remarked with deep grunts of pleasure coming between words.

"When my prick is hard and in a beautiful woman like you, nothing bothers 
me."
"Good, because you can see how excited it makes her."
"Yeah!" Angela had moved around to the side of the bed and dropped to her 
knees to get a better look at her son's pock fucking Yvonne's cunt hole.

"Why don't you get up on the bed with us?" Yvonne asked. "Straddle my 
face and I won't let your pussy get lonely."

"Hhhmmm," Angela cried. That would be better than fingerfucking her own 
pussy as she was now. She climbed onto the bed and crouched over Yvonne's 
head, facing her young son.

The platinum blonde's tongue wiggled into Angela's cunt. Danny heard his 
mother's excited cry and watched her swivel her hips, pushing her pussy 
down harder on Yvonne's sucking lips.

"Mummmph," Yvonne groaned in muffled tones. Her nose was in Angela's ass 
crack, the tip of it almost touching her puckered rim. She twisted and 
rocked her head so that she could suck cunt and stimulate the woman's 
shithole at the same time.

Angela almost went crazy. Her ass was so tender, so private, and so 
sensitive to the blonde's lewd stimulation. She squirmed joyously and 
shrilled squeals of delight.

Yvonne's cunt took one reaming thrust after another. When Danny drove in, 
it made her breath gush into Angela's cunt.

His mother's cries were those he heard most clearly. It was weird, 
fucking one woman and hearing another respond with sounds of lewd 
pleasure.

"Fuck her harder, Danny! I love the way it makes her shoot hot breath 
into my cunt!"
"Maybe squeezing your big tits will inspire
me," he said, reaching up.

"Hhhmmm, yes! I like that! And I'll keep Yvonne's tits warm for you." 
Angela reached down to fondle the sharp-tipped breasts of the luscious 
blonde who was so anxiously sucking her cunt.

Thus intertwined, Danny pumped and fucked faster, loving the sinewy 
tension in Yvonne s cunt. Her moves, the way she applied friction were so 
different and new to him. His mother's cunt was more soft and buttery. 
Yvonne's pussy was sleek and strong. He liked knowing that he had both at 
his beck and
call."
 "You must really like fucking her," Angela gasped, not so jealous now 
that she was receiving her share of sexual gratification.

 "Yeah, she's a hot number, Really tight and slithering smooth inside."
 "But you'll still want to fuck me, won't you?"
  "You bet! You get yours as soon as she cums."
  "Ooooh!" Angela whirled her thumbs on
Yvonne's nipples and felt the platinum blonde's lithe body began to buck.

 Danny felt Yvonne's exquisitely sleek cunt begin to churn and squeeze on 
his driving cockshaft. The heat and, strength of her spasms increased.

Yvonne gasped cunt-muffled cries of delight. Her climax was building. Her 
tongue flailed Angela's clit as the tension increased.

Young Danny had fucked himself almost out of breath, and his balls were 
steaming up another load. He was glad now that Yvonne had sucked him off 
before taking his cock into her hungry cunt. He couldn't have taken so 
much wringing pleasure if his balls hadn't been relieved just a short 
time before.

He groaned, his body stiffening.

Yvonne's shapely body arched high, so rigid with expectation that her 
muscles quivered.

And then his cock fired, spurting jism deep into her.

Angela screamed, having been tongued to climax. No doubts about the 
pleasure of sex with another woman remained. It started her thinking that 
it might be fun with a younger girl-especially a virgin. She wanted to 
eat a cherry cunt into a frenzy of need and then give the girl to Danny 
to fuck. How better could she show her love and lust for him.

CHAPTER FOUR
Yvonne didn't leave until late that afternoon, and only then because she 
had to get ready for work. She was a cocktail waitress in the town's best 
hotel-not a job she really liked, but one where she thought she might 
find a man rich enough to give her a better life.

Danny had taken turns with them, fucking one, then the other, with only a 
brief stop for lunch. He ate four ham sandwiches and downed nearly half a 
gallon of milk, surprised how hungry sex made him.

He decided to take a nap while his mother fixed dinner-pot roast with 
lots of potatoes and gravy, one of his favorites.

She was peeling carrots when the phone rang.

It was her sister sounding desperate.

"Angela," she said. "I need a favor. The head of my husband's company 
came into town unexpectedly, and we want to take the big boss out to 
dinner."
"I hope you don't need a loan. Frank cleaned out our checking and savings 
accounts when he left. We've been living on what I had saved in the 
cookie jar."

Melinda was a beautiful young girl, a strawberry blonde with gorgeous 
long red-golden hair. And she was a bold, inquisitive teen, more reckless 
than wise. That was probably the reason her sister didn't want to leave 
her alone.

"We'll be very late," her sister warned. "We have tickets for a new 
musical, and I'm sure we'll want to go out for drinks after that."
"It doesn't matter," Angela replied. "Melinda can eat dinner with us and 
stay overnight."
"Oh, you're a lifesaver. What would I do without you?"
Angela grinned, wondering more what her sister would do if she had any 
idea what was in store for Melinda. Certainly a more reckless and 
thrilling adventure than anything the girl might have gotten into all on 
her own.

"It's no trouble at all," Angela said, straining to keep her voice from 
sounding overly anxious. "Bring her over right now if you like."
"Yes, we will. Thanks, Angela. I just can't thank you enough for this."

She grinned and almost told her sister the same thing. Instead she said: 
"Just go out and have a good time. Taking care of Melinda will be my 
pleasure!"
Angela was wearing a scoop-necked blouse of sheer, silk-like fabric and a 
short black skirt when Melinda arrived. The blouse showed off her 
cleavage to the best advantage, and she didn't wear panties or bra to get 
in the way later.

"Can I help you fix dinner?" Melinda asked, more out of courtesy than 
real desire.

"No, dear, everything is in the oven. Why don't we just sit and talk?"
"Well, all right." Melinda was not enthused. She would much prefer 
talking to someone nearer her own age. "Is Danny home?"
"Yes, but he's taking a nap. He had a hard day. Would you like to have a 
glass of wine with me?" Angela asked.

"Wine? Er, yeah .. . . sure." That was something her parents never would 
have offered, or even allowed. Melinda was thinking that spending the 
night with her aunt might not be so bad after all.

"Red or white?"
"Aaahhh-whatever you're going to have."

Melinda had never tasted either one.

"I think white. There's some chilling in the 'fridge. Just sit down, I'll 
get it."
Melinda settled on the couch, hoping that her aunt wasn't going to get 
maudlin and talk about Frank's leaving her. It had shocked the whole 
family, mostly because they had always seemed to be such a happy couple. 
And no reason for the sudden split had been given.

The girl was a little curious about what had happened between them, but 
she didn't want to hear a long and tearful discourse on the breakup of a 
marriage. The parents of more than half her friends were divorced and 
she'd heard enough pissing and moaning on the subject to last a lifetime. 
So much, in fact, that Melinda had made up her mind not to marry. She 
wanted to live her own life and enjoy it without lasting entanglements.

Angela brought two wine glasses and sat down beside her young niece on 
the couch.

"Here's to fun and happiness," the woman said brightly as a toast. Their 
glasses clinked together.

"Yes, to fun and happiness," Melinda was relieved to find her aunt in 
such good spirits. And two glasses of wine made them both even more 
reined.

When Angela served Melinda her third, the girl asked curiously: "What 
happened with
you and Uncle Frank?"
"Oooh, we-we had some differences. Private differences," Angela said 
vaguely.

Melinda took that to mean sex, the subject that interested her most in 
this world.

"Did he find another woman?" she asked boldly. That was the story she'd 
heard most. Melinda knew that men in mid-life were often drawn to younger 
women. The divorced father of one of her friends had even tried his best 
to seduce her.

"There was no other woman," Angela replied, her tongue loosened by the 
glowing warmth of the wine. "Frank found me with another man."
"Ooooh!" Melinda flashed a knowing grin.

"But you mustn't tell your mother that. She'd be terribly shocked."
"Mother is such a prude, I never tell her anything.

"Good, I'm glad you understand."
Each time she'd gone to pour wine, Angela sat down a little nearer to 
Melinda when she returned. They were quite close now, near enough to 
touch.

"Was it exciting?" Melinda asked. "The other man, I mean."
Angela giggled. "Yes, it was. Very!"
The girl's deep blue eyes gleamed with envy. "I'm still a virgin. The 
biggest thrill I've had is
some guy feeling my tits."
"You do have the kind of body that attracts attention," Angela said 
warmly. "For one so young, you've really filled out."
"Mom says that large beasts run in our family." She gazed enviously at 
her aunt's bountiful cleavage as she spoke.

"They must," Angela agreed with a smile. "Yours are beautifully developed 
already."
"Yes, but Mom makes me wear baggy, high-necked blouses to try to hide 
them. She says it tempts men too much if you show them off."
"And I gather that you don't agree."
"Mother and I don't agree on anything. I like to look sexy. If you've got 
it, why not?"
"My feelings exactly. If you want to take off that blouse, I'll find you 
one that's more revealing."
"Would you really?"
"Yes, and take off that awful figure reducing bra too. It must be 
terrible having your tender breasts so bound in.

"Yes, I hate feeling so constricted." Melinda stripped off her blouse and 
the tit-binding bra. Then she took a deep breath and sipped more wine. "I 
feel a lot better already."
"You have a stunning figure," Angela said. Her tongue anxiously circled 
her lips. "Really gorgeous! Do you like it when someone feels
your tits?"
"Hhhmmm, yes. I love it! But Mom had a shit-fit the one time she caught 
me letting a guy do it. She said not to let a man touch me that way ever 
again."
"What if a woman wanted to feel your tits and kiss your nipples?"
"A woman? What fun would that be?" "Why don't we try to find out?" Angela 
leaned closer, her mouth watering so much that she was almost drooling.

"Ungh, I don't know."
Melinda started to move away, but Angela cupped her ripening tits and 
fondled them gently. Pink nipples tingled lewdly and started to swell.

"Hhhhoooo," she sighed.. "I've never been touched naked before. Only 
through my clothes."
"You like it this way better; don't you?" "Hhhmmm, yes. It even makes my 
pussy squirm.

"Think how exciting it would be if I kissed your pussy while softly 
squeezing your tits."
"I think I'd go crazy!"
"Take off your skirt and panties too. Let me show you how thrilling it 
can be."
"Mother would kill me if she ever finds out," Melinda said in a voice 
that sounded both reluctant and strained with desire.

"She would probably kill us both," Angela agreed. "So what we do here 
tonight will have to be our secret."
Angela bowed her head and kissed one of Melinda's pink nipples tenderly, 
working it around with her tongue-tip and applying gentle suction.

Melinda gasped, clasping her hands in her aunt's hair to force her head 
down harder against her tit. "Suck it, Angela! Suck it good! I've been 
waiting and waiting for someone to do this!"
"You won't have to wait any longer, my dear. I love to suck your tender 
tits."
"Oooh, and it feels so good. My nipples have never been so hard and so 
anxious." Melinda writhed joyously, sliding down to lie on her back.

Angela went down with her, feasting on one luscious young tit then the 
other. Melinda's pussy seethed and reeked the scent of virgin musk. That 
aroma drew her lips like a magnet.

She cupped Melinda's tongue-lathered tits in her hands and nibbled down 
to the girl's fiery bush of tawny cunt hair. It was a slender wedge of 
silken little curls. She tugged playfully on them, working down between 
her legs.

Tantalizing fuck honey simmered in Melinda's narrow cunt slit. Angela 
dipped her tongue in and loved the taste. It wasn't as
strong as Yvonne's tangy hole. This was more subtle. She lapped and 
sucked the seeping flow.

Then she hooked her tongue on Melinda's clit, lifting and stroking the  
wet bud. Her niece gasped shrill cries of delight.

Melinda masturbated to orgasm at least once a day, but fingering her own 
clit was nothing like the shocking sensations she felt now.

Angela teased her clit hard. Even swollen and throbbing, it was small, 
hardly bigger than a shirt button. But it tingled with vibrant pulses. 
She nibbled, and sucked on it until Melinda began to scream anti buck her 
hips, jarring Angela's head with her heaving lust.

"Eat me!" she cried. "Ooooh, suck my clit! Ungh! Haaaaggggh! You're going 
to make me cum!"
Thumbs swirled over her nipples in a spiral and Angela's tongue circled 
Melinda's clit the same way. Then she drove into the girl's slender pussy 
as deep as she could reach.

Angela felt the, pliant web of her cherry and tongue-stroked that, 
grinning lewdly as she thought about Danny's big cock ripping through the 
tender seal. Her own pussy got dripping wet and hot just thinking about 
it
Danny would love being offered such a tempting delight. And Angela 
thought it might
help cool his passion for Yvonne. She didn't want him too attached to 
another woman.

Feeling tension on her cherry made Melinda squirm and writhe anxiously. 
For at least a year she'd been thinking about getting herself fucked. 
Most of her girlfriends had already been fucked.

Drawing her tongue back, Angela lashed her niece's clit again, sucking up 
sweet fuck honey with her churning lips at the same time.

"Cummmming!" Melinda cried. "Ooooh, God!"
Her lush young body tensed and trembled. Her back arched and her voice 
pitched into a scream of sheer ecstasy.

Danny was awakened in his room by the eerie wail. He didn't recognize the 
voice. It wasn't his mother's or Yvonne's-their deeper orgasmic cries 
were familiar now. This female voice sounded younger than either of them, 
and he was greatly intrigued.

He slipped out of bed naked, his cock swelling hard as the girl's shrill 
cry broke into stuttering moans of raptured bliss. He followed the sound 
down the hall to the living room door and stood watching his mother 
feasting on his young cousin's cunt.

The sight amazed him.

He'd always thought Melinda was pretty, but a prude. Her mother took such 
pains to see
that she gave that impression. And besides she was family. Danny never 
would have touched her before. But now, fucking his sexy young cousin 
seemed like no sin at all, not after fucking his own mother so often.

He walked into the room, grinning, pleased that both of them were too 
preoccupied to notice his approach.

Angela wasn't going to stop at giving the girl one climax, she wanted her 
to cum again and really get her pussy anxious for a big cock.

She kept lapping honey and lashing Melinda's clit with her tongue.

"Enough!" the girl cried. "Oooh, I can't take any more!"
"A man's cock would give you more than my tongue ever can."
"Yes, but I don't think I'm ready for that." The sparking tremors of lewd 
pleasure she felt were as frightening as they were thrilling.

"You will be soon," Angela promised. "By the time I'm through eating your 
pussy, it will be begging to fuck for the first time."
Melinda sighed. Her second climax was building fast and rising higher. 
She clasped her hands to the sides of her aunt's head to hold her, then 
she bucked and pumped her cunt at her.

Melinda began moaning. "Eat me! Fuck me with your tongue! I love to feel 
it push on my

Angela was only too happy to oblige her. She thrust and twisted her 
tongue in the girl's cunt. It was hard to see how such a sleek opening 
would ever hold a cock the size of Danny's-but she knew it would, and 
soon. No man could sleep through Melinda's delighted cries.

They didn't notice him standing and watching until Melinda had enjoyed a 
second grinding climax and was settling back, trying to catch her breath.

"Danny!" she gasped, greatly embarrassed by her position, so much so that 
she noticed only his face and not the fact that he was stark naked and 
sporting a massive erection.

Her eyes settled on his cock a moment later. "Oooh, my God!" Melinda had 
felt a few cocks that were swollen hard inside a boy's pants. It seemed 
to happen everytime she allowed one to kiss her, but none of their pricks 
had the length or thickness that her cousin displayed.

Seeing him standing naked and unashamed with his mother in the room was 
an even greater shock.

"I see you're heating up more than dinner for me," he remarked fondly.

"Yes, dear. Melinda is going to be spending the night with us, and I 
thought she'd be a
special treat for you. She's still cherry." "Oh, wait a minute!" Part of 
Melinda's conscience was still working, and that part made sex between 
family members a strictly forbidden sin.

"A minute is about all I'm going to wait," Danny said.

The air was thick with the scent of heated cunt, and he could see 
Melinda's tawny little wedge of pussy hair. It made his big cock throb 
violently.

"We've done too much already," Melinda said in a worried tone. "Aunt 
Angela, let me up, p-please.

"You don't really want to stop, do you?" Angela kissed the girl's wet 
cunt slit again.

"I-I don't know. I want to fuck, but I'm afraid!"
"Danny is very good," Angela said. "I know."
"You-you know?"
"Yes, dear. We've tucked dozens of times, and I know that you'll learn to 
love his beautiful big cock as much as I do."
"Jee-zus!" Melinda had beard of some tangled family relationships in 
divorce situations, but nothing like this. "Is-is he the other man Uncle 
Frank found you with?"
Angela nodded, licking cunt honey from her lips, grinning lewdly and not 
looking the least
bit ashamed. "I was Danny's first fuck a few days ago.

He's had another woman since. Now I think it would be nice, for him to 
share pleasure with a girl nearer his own age."
"Not me!" Melinda said bluntly, struggling to get up.

"But your pussy is so hot and wet," Angela said, grunting because it took 
all her strength to restrain the girl. "I know you want to fuck."
"Not with my cousin! That's incest!" "So is what we've been doing I 
suppose, and you certainly enjoyed that."
"Yes, but-uuuungh! Let me go!" "Danny, I think you'd better help. She's 
more than I'm going to be able to hold much longer.

"I can hardly wait, Mom. Just move a little out of the way and pin her 
arms."
"Certainly, Son. Oooh, this is so exciting! Your first young virgin. I 
can't wait to suck your cock when it's popped her cherry."
Danny knelt between Melinda's spread legs, pinning one of her ankles 
beneath each of his.

Angela held her niece s arms above her head.

Melinda sobbed and wailed. "How can you do this to me?"
"With the greatest of pleasure," he replied.

Danny gripped his cock, and worked it up and down in the red-furred mouth 
of his cousin's young cunt. She squirmed in agonized delight. It was 
thrilling to feel the heat of a big prick, but frightening to look at the 
vein-laced monster that was slowly pushing into her pussy.

She groaned, feeling as though her tender cunt sheath might be torn by 
his thick girth.

"It's too big!" she cried. "Too big!" "You'll love it once> you get used 
to it," Angela said in a consoling tone of voice.

"Nungh! It's pushing on my cherry already. It hurts! Oh, God, it burns 
like fire!"
Danny eased back and left just the tip of his big cock in the soft wet 
mouth of her pussy.

"She is a small one," he said to his mother. "Yes, I know. She'll do 
wonderful things to you once you've broken her in."
"I don't want you to break anything!" Melinda cried, wishing now that 
she'd followed her mother's advice and not flaunted her luscious young 
body for her aunt or anyone else.

The spreading pain in her cunt made the girl wince. Tears welled up in 
her fluttering blue eyes, they gleamed like beads, then swelled larger 
and streamed down her cheeks.

Her cherry strained, the taut, but frail web bowed inward by the slow but 
relentless push
of Danny's big cock. Melinda gritted her teeth and braced for a spearing 
hot stab of pain when her cherry broke.

"Danny, it might be better if you pulled back and drove in hard. A quick 
tear would be better than straining her too long."
"I'd rather bust her cherry this way. I can feel it starting to give way. 
The sensation's great!"
"For you, maybe!" Melinda said with a wracking sob. "For me, it's awful! 
I hate having your cock in me! I hate you both! I just want to go home!"
Her tender cherry suddenly split. Pain like a fiery dagger lanced in.

Melinda screamed, her body writhing. She felt the sting and heat of her 
own blood flowing and it smeared Danny's throbbing cock when he drew 
back.

"You aren't a virgin anymore," he gasped. "You might as well relax and 
enjoy the rest."

CHAPTER FIVE
"Enjoy it? How can I enjoy having my flesh torn? I hate sex. It hurts! 
I'll never let another man touch me as long as I live!"
"Oh, I doubt that;" Angela said. "Show her how good a big cock can feel, 
Danny. Fuck her slow and easy at first."
"I'm in no mood to fuck slow and easy. Seeing how hot she was with you, 
I'm going to fuck her brains out!" He punched his blood smeared prick in 
deep and twisted it.

Melinda screamed, her arms straining. Angela had trouble holding her.

Danny humped back and spiked her again. "Hhhmmm, I just love a tight and 
tender young pussy. You should feel how it slithers and squirms," he told 
his mother.

"Just remember who got her ready for you," Angela said.

"I will! For a treat like this, I'll kiss your ass if you want!"
"Hhhmmm, that might be fun later." "This is a fucking madhouse!" Melinda 
wailed in despair. Tears flooded down her cheeks each time she took one 
of Danny's fierce thrusts. His big cock felt like a wedge being hammered 
in to split her cunt.

She gasped sounds of anguish and moaned
as the pain spread like a fire in dry grass. Her nerves jangled and her 
muscles strained in heated torment. Danny showed no mercy for her obvious 
signs of distress. In fact, he enjoyed the distortions that wracked her 
pretty face. He could feel the same kind of wringing torment in her cunt.

Melinda's ruptured cherry sparked with pain every time his cock drilled 
in or drew back. Her pussy felt like an open wound and his prick must 
have carried traces of salt from his sweat. She shivered and moaned and 
prayed that she would pass out.

But as the heat spread throughout her body, it brought a strange feeling 
of calm. She began to relax and breathe almost normally again.

"What'd I tell you? It's not so bad now, is it?" Danny asked with a 
chuckle and a smug grin.

"N-n-no, not so bad. But I still hate what you're doing to me. My own 
cousin, my God!"
"Your pussy can't tell one cock from another," he said. "Only how big, 
not who it belongs to."
"Bastard," she moaned. "I know, and I'll never forgive you!"
"Bullshit! You'll beg for my cock before morning."
"Never! You sonuvabitch-uuuungh!"

Danny slowed the rhythm to long and gliding strokes, prolonging each one 
to savor the pained contractions of her ravaged cunt. It was rapture for 
him. Her snug sheath of cunt flesh was sensational, and he enjoyed the 
sticky damp warmth of her Virgin blood.

He bent down, grinning, and kissed his cousin's lips. She moaned, 
renewing her struggle to free her arms. Angela held on tight, her own 
pussy wet and writhing with desire. She found it thrilling to play this 
part in her son's latest conquest and to know how he would reward her. 
They had never fucked better than after she delivered the sultry platinum 
blonde divorcee to him.

Melinda clenched her teeth, loathing her male cousin's lewd kiss and 
clenching her teeth so he couldn't force his tongue into her mouth as he 
was trying to do. Danny bent down and kissed a pink nipple instead. It 
swelled and tingled powerless to resist Melinda moaned, her body	if 
twisting. He shifted to kiss and suck on her other tit and she almost 
went into convulsions.

Her pussy clamped on his gliding cock. It quivered when he lashed her 
nipple with his tongue. She gasped eerie cries, shocked that something 
she hated could feel so good.

His cock sank to the hilt and his hard pelvic bone mauled her clit. 
Angela's licking and
sucking had swollen it to full bloom. It bulged enough to feel his 
thrusts and shiver from the unwanted excitement it brought.

When Danny raised his head up to kiss her lips, there was no resistance 
this time. Melinda's head was rolling in a cloud of tawny hair, her eyes 
glazed, her mouth gaping.

He sealed her fluttering lips and thrust in his tongue. She groaned 
sounds of anguish, but in a few moments she was sucking eagerly on his 
tongue while her cunt did its best to wring his big cock.

As he drew back for another thrust, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, 
gasping again as he sucked on it. But this was a flesh muzzled sound of 
pleasure. Melinda wasn't just giving in, she was starting to enjoy.

Angela saw no further need to restrain the girl's arms, and her intuition 
proved correct.

With her arms free, Melinda coiled them around Danny's neck in a 
passionate embrace.

Angela smiled and slipped her hands between them to feel her niece's 
tits.

Melinda felt a scream swelling inside of her, and she had to break off 
the kiss to let it out. Another climax was building. She had a big cock 
in her at last and it sparked lewd spasms so strong they brought tears of 
joy to her eyes.

"Oooh, Danny! You're doing it to me! My first real orgasm, a complete 
climax at last!"

"I can feel it in your pussy!" He grinned and kept pumping his cock, 
grinding down hard on her clit at the end of each thrusts.

Angela found her breath rasping. Their excitement was contagious. She 
milked and squeezed the girl's tits, whirling her nipples while Danny 
kissed her again and sucked on her tongue.

Melinda bucked into a high arch, her soft young body straining in 
delighted anticipation. The quaking spasm in her pussy grew stronger. 
Pleasure surmounted the pain of her broken cherry. She writhed and 
welcomed each thrust.

"Fuck me!" she cried, urgently breaking the seal of their kiss again. 
"Oooh, God! Hammer your cock in. It feels so good now. I must have more. 
I want it all! Everything your, cock can give!"
Danny chuckled. "It took even less time than I thought."
"What?"
"To get you to beg for my cock."
"Yes, I want it now. Hove the way it hurts me. Such delicious torture!"
Angela felt herself growing more anxious for them to reach a climax. Only 
then would Danny be able to reward her with the pleasure she craved. She 
slipped a hand off one of Melinda's tits and reached between her son's 
legs to cup his swaying balls in her palm. She
could feel their heated surge and knew it wouldn't be long now.

With one hand holding her son's balls and one on the tit of the girl he 
was fucking, Angela sensed their mounting tension-the strain of pleasure 
soaring fast to explosive intensity. It made her pussy seethe in its own 
smoldering damp warmth.

Melinda's frenzied joy burst with a scream. Her pussy clenched with 
rippling pulses and Danny's cock fired cum into her like liquid lightning 
bolts.

"Ungh!" she moaned. "Ooooh, I can feel your cum! It's so hot and thick!"
"There's more, Melinda.. Lots more! I'm glad I've been resting. I'm 
really going to fuck your cunt full!"
"That's what I want! More sweet cream and more cock! Rip it into me, 
Danny. I'm not afraid anymore!"
"Good thing you're not, because I love fucking your cunt!"
"It doesn't feel so tight now that cum is bubbling up inside of me! 
Ooooh, it makes your cock feel even better. Don't stop, Danny. Don't ever 
stop fucking me!"
He drained himself and sprawled limp after about a minute.

"That's all I've got right now," he gasped delightedly.

Melinda's pussy quaked with joyous after shocks. "But you'll want to do 
it again soon, won't you? I won't be such a baby the next time."
"You were just fine," he assured her. "I really liked fucking a virgin." 
"Even your own cousin?"
"Especially my own Cousin. You're such a beautiful girl, and I'm so glad 
you aren't the prude I always thought."
"My mother won't be able to control me like that anymore," Melinda said 
firmly. "I know what I want now."
"So do I," Angela interrupted. "I want to suck my son's cock while it's 
still wet with cum and cherry stain." 
"Sounds good to me," Danny agreed quickly.

He pulled his cock out of Melinda and sat at the end of the couch near 
her feet. His cock remained firm, but not fully hard. Cum sheened its 
whole length, mixed with smears of virgin blood that looked pink in 
dilution.

The sight and her excitement made Angela's mouth water, more hungry to 
taste cock than ever before.

For a fleeting moment she wondered when, how, or even if it would all 
end. Everything done so far in her crazed search for satisfaction had 
only increased her desire.

Angela was on her knees on the floor between Danny's spread legs and 
bowed her head toward his cherry-stained cock. Sighing anxiously, she 
lifted his prick to her lips.

The taste of his cum was familiar enough, but now she caught the copper-
sweet tang of blood. It made her heart race and her taste buds yearn. Sex 
was a multi-sensual experience, she'd learned. It wasn't simple muscle 
response. The sights, sounds and smells of unleashed lust all added to 
her pleasure. And perhaps taste most of all.

Angela lapped her tongue around his bulging cockhead and savored the 
tart-sweet elixir that gleamed all over it.

Angela's lips snugged into an 0 and slid down, her tongue rippling along 
the tender underside of her son's wet cock. She loved the taste and 
adored him. It hardly mattered that reckless and wanton desire had split 
her marriage asunder.

Melinda raised up on her elbows and watched, entranced. None of the girls 
she knew had ever sucked cock, even those who fucked like whores. It just 
seemed too gross to even consider, but Angela obviously enjoyed it.

Her head bobbed furiously and Danny's cock quickly swelled fully hard in 
the grasp of her warm lips.

"Ooooh, Mom! Nobody sucks prick better than you."
"That's because no one loves you or your big cock as much as I do. It's 
my whole life now, Danny. It's all that I have to live for!"
"Just suck it and shut up," he said impatiently. He was getting tired of 
that "you're all I have" routine. His plans for adventure and 
experimentation went well beyond her.

"Yes, dear," Angela said, obediently bowing her head down. His arrogance 
distressed her, but not enough to overcome the thrill she got from 
sucking his cock, especially now that it was slick with pink cherry 
stain. That made it all the more tantalizing.

"Just lick it clean and suck it hard again," he told her. "I don't want 
to waste cum shooting it down your throat this time."
"You'd rather fuck me?" she asked anxiously.

"No, I want to fuck Melinda again while her broken cherry is still raw. I 
love the way that makes her tight little pussy seethe."
"But, Danny, I arranged that for you. I deserve a turn."
"You deserve what I decide to give you, and if you don't get my cock hot 
again in a hurry, that's going to be a kick in the ass!"
"Yes, dear," Angela replied glumly, bowing to suck again. She did it more 
possessively than for simple pleasure, and Danny didn't
find the anxious pull of her lips to be as exciting as he had before. It 
dawned on him then that he was getting tired of sex with his mother. He 
wanted to explore greener fields.

Danny fucked Melinda three times and taught her to suck cock between 
rounds, loving the timid suction of her young lips and the way she had to 
strain at first to swallow his stout cockshaft.

Angela served them dinner after that, a succulent pot roast done to 
perfection. She cooked up some brown-and-serve rolls and kept their 
glasses filled with a delicious red wine.

She was starting to feel more like a serving maid because Danny lavished 
all of his attention on his tawny-haired young cousin who despite earlier 
protests, obviously adored him now.

Angela felt a wave of relief when her sister came to reclaim the girl 
before breakfast the next morning.

Danny was still sleeping, bone weary, and Angela was nearly distraught. 
He'd only fucked her once during the long night.

When he awoke around ten, Angela said. "We have to talk."
"Sure, Mom. Just pour me some coffee and
say what you want."
"There is no coffee: I drank the last of it early this morning."
"Then get dressed and go buy some more." "Danny, we don't have any money. 
Your father took all that was in our bank accounts. I've got less than 
three dollars left in the cookie jar and nothing to cook for dinner 
tonight."
"Oooh, well... I guess you're going to have to go to work."
"Yes, and you will too. Any job I can get after being just a housewife 
for so many years will only pay minimum wage. That will barely pay the 
rent. 
"We do have to eat," she reminded him sharply. "And I don't think we can 
count on help from your father."
"Yeah, well you work that out." Danny pushed back from the table and 
started toward the front door.

"Where are you going?"
"Down to Yvonne's. I'll bet she's got coffee, and I know she's got 
something that I want to eat!"

"You bastard!" she growled as he walked out the door. Angela had never 
felt so desperately alone before.

Her prospects for employment looked bleak. Angela hadn't worked outside 
the home since before Danny was born, and only then serving up burgers 
part-time in a fast-food place. Hardly an impressive resume.

She applied in a dozen places and got the same "Don't call us, we'll call 
you," response. One weary small businessman went on to explain the 
"trickle down" economic theory to her. "It means that little people at 
the bottom of the heap all get pissed on!" he said sharply.

Angela's last glimmer of hope was a diner on the edge of the warehouse 
district-a classic greasy spoon. In fact, that's what the owner had named 
it, The Greasy Spoon. It had a flyspecked sign in the window that said 
Waitress Wanted. That kind of place always needed a waitress. Only the 
desperate would think to apply, and then they'd start looking for 
something better.

The owner was a huge man, a bear in a soiled white apron and sweat-
stained T-shirt with a cigarette pack rolled up in one sleeve. Paunchy 
and completely bald, he flashed a cool grin of appraisal as he looked her 
up and down.

"So you're a waitress, huh?"

"Yes, sir. A good one."
"Yeah? Where'd you work last?" Angela told him the name of the burger 
place, a big franchise operation now.	"They only hire teeny-
boppers," he said. "Oh, well . . . er, you see, I was a teenybopper at 
the time."
"No work experience since then?" "I've been waiting hand and foot on an 
ungrateful husband and son," Angela shot back.

"Lady, I want your qualifications, not your life story."
"I need the job and I know I can do it," she moaned.

"Let's go out and back and see if the uniforms I got will fit over those 
big knockers of yours."
"It might improve business if they're a little tight," she said 
anxiously.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Come on." He nodded toward a rear 
door. "My name's Max, by the way."
"Angela," she replied with a smile strained with apprehension.

In the grubby little room that must have been his living quarters, Max 
turned and locked the door behind them.

"Strip," he said simply.

"Wh-what?"

"I said strip. You're going to try on uniforms, remember?" He flashed a 
leering grin that showed his yellowed and broken teeth. His breath 
smelled like sewer gas. But Angela didn't really start to cringe until 
she saw that Max was taking his clothes off too.

"I-I thought we were just going to try on uniforms," she said.

"First you're going to try this on," he told her, unlimbering a cock that 
wasn't fully hard yet but already over a foot long.

"Oooh, no!" Angela bolted for the door.

Max leaned back against it, a mountain of hairy man-flesh. Black curls 
covered all of his body except the top of his head, that gleamed bald 
like a fish bowl.

"Women who work for me have to know how to keep a man happy," he said.

"If it's a hooker you want, there must be plenty in this neighborhood," 
she replied coldly, starting to button her blouse again.

"Guess you don't need a job as much as you thought when you walked in," 
he remarked, eyes glimmering lewdly. "You think maybe your husband will 
take you back?"
Angela blanched. She'd hardly mentioned her husband, and nothing had been 
said about their breakup.

"There's a white line on the third finger of your left hand," Max said. 
"I know you just took your ring off, which has to mean a recent split."
"Going through a divorce doesn't make me a whore," Angela said, 
uncomfortable because his dark eyes seemed to be able to pierce right 
through to the depths of her soul.

"It doesn't make you prime stuff either. Why the hell else would you be 
looking for work in a dive like this?"
"I-I have a son to take care of," she said nervously.

"So, you take care of me, I'll take care of you, and then you can take 
care of him."
Angela tried to steel herself, drawing in a deep breath. "All right, I 
guess I don't have much choice."
"I don't figure you've got any. If you did, you wouldn't be here."
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" "Strip naked and drop to your knees. You 
ever sucked a cock as big as mine?"
"I've never even seen a cock as big as yours!''
"Good, then you're in for a real treat. One of the fringe benefits here 
is three meals a day, and right now you are looking at breakfast, lunch 
and dinner. Chow down, lady."
Angela whimpered as she peeled off her clothes, feeling both anxious and 
terribly degraded at the same time. Part of her wanted to cry. The rest 
wanted to laugh because her son was so proud of his dominating cock. 
Danny's prick now seemed like a lollipop stick compared to what Max was 
fondly stroking hard for her.

"Please don't hurt me with it," she said as she sank to her knees.

She remembered how amusing Melinda's virgin queasiness was, and now she 
felt the same way or worse. Fully hard, Max had fourteen inches of meaty 
cock flesh pulsing with obscene desire.

And before she could think much about his monstrous proportions, he 
clasped his ham sized hands back of her head and forced his prick down 
her throat.

CHAPTER SIX
"Ungh! Aaaagh!" she gasped.

His sinking cock triggered her gag reflex, that instinctive mechanism 
meant to expel foreign bodies from the throat.

But nature could not have prepared any human to swallow fourteen inches 
of throbbing hot prick powered by a man who weighed close to three 
hundred pounds.

With his hands locked, fingers laced behind her head, Angela had no 
choice but to take it, gagging or not.

He loved her wild wrenching contractions. Max hadn't met a woman yet who 
didn't gag on his giant cock the first time. And that was always the 
best. Even those that thought they were accomplished cocksuckers suffered 
when he filled their throats with all his hot meat.

Angela felt dizzy, her brain starved for oxygen. She couldn't draw a 
breath when his cock was deep inside her, and not much when he pulled 
back between spearing thrusts.

Her mind in a foggy state, of disarray, she wondered if Danny had any 
idea what she went through for him. Or if she would even have the courage 
to tell him about his latest misadventure. He would feel humbled and 
perhaps never want her again if he knew she'd been forced to take in a 
cock thicker and longer than his.

Mental anguish added to the torment of having her throat fucked full to 
the bursting point. She rasped sounds of extreme distress. Her whole ripe 
body quaked. Her throat heaved in spasms, it was agony, and yet it was 
delight at the same time.

Danny had become so demanding, so insensitive to her needs. Max and his 
lewd desires seemed hardly a step beyond. And he didn't demand that she 
wait on him . . . only on the paying customers. For that she would 
receive a salary, and all the tips her luscious tits could attract.

Max reached down to squeeze her creamy bit tit mounds.

Angela was sucking happily now, enjoying rather than resisting her 
gagging torment. Finding pleasure where there had been only pain made his 
giant cock glide more smoothly.

She rippled her throat muscles in rolling waves of affection now. Her 
tongue flicked anxiously, her lip sucked hard when he drew back.

"Hhhaaa, you do know how to make a man happy," Max said in a tone of high 
praise. "The man who left you should have his fucking bead examined."
He squeezed her tits, moaning as her large nipples swelled aching hard 
beneath his whirling thumb tips.

Angela was now glad that her throat was gorged with hot prick so she 
wouldn't have to make any kind of reply.

She doubted that even lewd Max would understand or condone her incestuous 
relationship with her son. Nor did she think that any man could 
understand the love-hate relationship that had developed so quickly 
between them.

Danny's unsympathetic demands were worse than those of marriage. She 
enjoyed taking in a cock bigger and better than his just for spite. And, 
when she got home, she was determined to regain control of her life, not 
remain her thankless son's humble sex slave.

She moaned sounds of pleasure between throat-filling thrusts. She hoped 
that Max's cock would not remain deep in her throat so long that she 
strangled. That worry made her throat wrench violently and, the 
contractions delighted him.

"You love it, don't you?" Max said with a beaming grin.

She groaned, trying to nod her head.

"So let me feel your lips and tongue move, Max demanded.

Angela tried, sighing in frustration. The thickness of his cock strained 
her mouth and filled it so much that she found it hard to move any part 
other face.

"That's a little better," he growled. "Keep it up and tease my balls with 
your hands. I want to give you a big load of cum!"
She worried about that, wondering if she could go without breathing long 
enough to swallow it all. Max had a pair of balls bigger than hen's eggs 
hanging in a hairy sac of flesh.

Angela stroked his balls timidly with her fingertips, working them 
gently, feeling the vibrant stir of his steaming hot jism. He grunted 
sounds of fierce delight, holding her head while he fucked her face 
mercilessly.

Her throat rippled and squeezed tighter as her fears increased. Max liked 
that. His huge body strained, breath rasping, his balls heaving with 
their heavy load.

"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" He rammed his giant cock to the root and 
ground his wiry mat of cock hair against her lips.

Angela's eyes bulged and she saw stars when his prick surged in her 
throat and let go. Cum jetted in spurts so fast that it seemed like a 
steady stream. It shot deep and she tried to swallow, but the size of his 
prick made that almost impossible.

Silver-white cum backed up in her throat, flooding around the pulsating 
shaft of his cock. She felt it rising like flood water, a force that she 
was powerless to cope with or resist. Cum filled her mouth and puffed her 
cheeks, bubbling out to gloss her lips.

Beads like pearls dripped down her chin and onto her big tits. And Max 
began pumping his cock again, anxious to have her wring out every last 
drop.

His cock worked like a plunger, forcing jism down her throat as he 
powered into her, making it gush from her overfilled mouth at the same 
time.

Angela felt the creamy cum all over her tits, and still he kept cumming 
without letup.

"I've been too long without a waitress," Max said with a grunt. "A whole 
week's worth of jizz is what you're getting."
She wondered how much more there could be, and if she could remain 
Conscious without breathing long enough to take it all. A dizzy feeling 
of lewd delight swept over her. Danny's overworked balls would have had 
to unload three times to match what Max had fucked down her throat 
already.

Angela had more cum dripping on her luscious tits than an average man 
carried in a single load. She felt the slick hot beads of cum on her 
nipples, and more dropped into her tangle of cunt hair. Her mind swirled, 
dazed by the wet heat of his cum. It seeped in through every pore.

She gurgled and moaned, her arms too weak to fondle his balls anymore. 
She let her hands drop into her lap, her body swaying. But for being 
rooted on his gushing prick, she'd have fallen on her side. As it was, 
Angela remained upright, but as helpless as a speared fish. She felt 
consciousness slipping away.

Finally Max gave a roar of satisfaction and pulled his cock back.

She gasped anxiously, sucking in more creamy cum than needed air. Angela 
coughed and sputtered, spewing out more jism that ran down to glaze her 
tits and pussy mound.

No climax erupted to reward her, only a thankful feeling of relief. Her 
cum-smeared tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and he watched 
her, licking his lips with a tongue that looked like two pounds of beef 
liver.

"Lie down on the bed," he told her. "I'm not through with you yet."

"No more. Not right now," she begged. "Let me rest a moment."

His thick cum had a rank taste, bitter and pungent. And when she spoke, 
more of it dribbled from her lips. Angela felt like she was swimming in 
it.

Max lifted her, mindless of the woman's muttered pleas. He pushed her 
toward the bed, a metal-frame bunk with a lumpy mattress and a dirty 
sheet.

Angela sagged down with a weary sigh, her head still reeling as she 
fought to regain her breath.

Max pushed her down on her back and straddled her flaring hips, rubbing 
his hands all over her cum-slick tits.

"Jism is just like beauty cream," he said. "It keeps your skin young and 
smooth."
She groaned. The film of spilled jism made his rough hands glide on her 
pillowy tits. Her nipples swelled hard and began to throb.

Max chuckled and eased backward, working his hands down to rub in the 
jism that had smeared her belly. Then he massaged some into her pussy 
mound. It left her cunt hair sheening like precious mink.

His cock swelled back to full hardness while fondling her lush body.

Not having shared his climax left Angela anxious, and his roving hands 
spread the heat of desire. 
He grinned and grabbed his cock, working it up and down in the slit of 
her wet cunt. Her pussy lips were wet with spilled jism and simmering 
honey that came from within.

A cockhead nearly the size of her fist pressed and twisted against her 
juicy clit. Max wagged his huge prick up and down, then side to side.

She gasped limply, gazing again in shock at the size of his cock. Angela 
winced, more frightened than a timid virgin.	"They called me Horse 
Cock when I was in the Marines." be said proudly, circling his bloated 
cockhead around on her clit.

"I-I can see why" Angela cringed, trying to measure the length of his 
prick against her heaving belly, estimating how far it would reach in. To 
the pit of her stomach it looked like.

She gulped and moaned.

Now was slating his cock down, pushing it into her clit slowly. The 
spreading strain made her pussy writhe in fearful torment.

"It's too much!" she cried. "Ooooh, it's going to rip my cunt!"
"It will if you tense up," he said, slowly pushing in more of his awesome 
cock length.

"Aaagggh!" Angela gritted her teeth. Her face a twisted mask of fear and 
torment.

"I once fucked a young whore right into the hospital," he bragged 
proudly. "Took six stitches to repair the damage!"

"Oooh, that's awful!" Max laughed at her distress.

"Women," he sneered scornfully. "They're all dreaming about big cocks, 
and then they shit their pants when they get one."

"That's what I feel like doing," she moaned.

"That big fucker is pushing so hard on my guts."

"And you don't have all of it in you yet."

She moaned, tears watering in her dark eyes. Her fists clenched and beat 
on the bed. Her heels kicked and her cunt ached. "Enough! Enough!"  
Angela winced and clamped her eyes shut.

Her lush body shuddered from head to toe. His enormous cock sank deeper 
and touched nerves that no normal prick could reach. Angela's eyes 
widened and her mouth gaped.

It was like being a virgin all over again.

Max leered down with spittle dripping from the lower corner of a warped 
grin. He rocked his hips and drilled deeper.

She gasped sounds of strickened dismay. The normal rippling motions of 
pleasure in her pussy weren't there. It was strained too tight and too 
full to move.

He pushed his cock into the hilt and ground his hairy loins against her 
softly padded pussy mound. Her breath gushed as his crushing weight came 
down on her. Angela found herself unable to breathe again. She lacked the 
strength to expand her lungs when he pressed down on top of her.

In her belly she felt a terrible probing. His cock seemed to push organs 
out of place. Slowly he drew back, arching above her like a huge bridge 
with a pillar of hot prick for it's center support.

She sighed, relieved for a moment.  Then he pushed back, sinking faster 
this time.

"Aaaagh!"
Max chuckled maliciously. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
Angela couldn't answer. She had no breath. His cock drove deep and hard, 
then whipped back and rammed her again. Her asshole clenched tight.

His giant prick jarred her bowels when he drove in. He fucked her 
viciously hard and fast, drumming his hairy loins on her anguished pussy 
mound. He jarred her deep inside.

Angela winced, her body straining. She'd never taken such a savage 
mauling, and never had she felt such cringing thrills.

It was awful what he did to her, and it was also thrilling. Angela could 
hardly believe it. Tortured nerves signaled pain, but her dazzled mind 
felt only eerie delight. She timed her anxious gasps for breath when he 
drew back. Then she braced for his crushing weight.

Each thrust caused a massive upheaval inside her.

Max smiled. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"  This time she took 
that as more than a mere figure of speech. The way his plunging prick 
jarred her bowels; the harder she found it to maintain control..

The dark puckered ring of her shithole clenched and shivered from the 
terrible strain. Max fucked relentlessly, pumping his cock so hard and 
fast that she couldn't even catch a breath between thrusts.

He slammed down on her and twisted, causing such pain that her tears ran 
down her cheeks in a steady stream. Her pussy clenched, and somewhere 
found the strength to move. She milked his cock with teasing undulations 
and tried not to think of the restless churning deeper inside.

Max began to breathe in short gasps, cock whipping her with all his 
might. The heated fury in his balls swelled again. They slapped against 
her luscious ass cheeks and made her squirm.

Both her torment and her terrible pleasure increased. Her body couldn't 
help responding; Over stimulated nerves flashed signals of he confusion.

She felt her body growing weak, submitting to anguish, accepting pain 
with weary resignation. Then, in the depths of mind-numbing depression, 
she began to feel a haunting tingle. Sinewy bands of cunt muscle never 
touched by a cock before began to respond, undulating fiercely in 
response to stress.

Max grunted happily. That usually happened once fear was repressed by the 
enormously obscene delights of his giant cock.

He enjoyed the pulsing waves that made her cunt more vibrant and willing. 
Her pliant cunt walls strained, but her whole pussy sheath came alive and 
embraced his stabbing cock shaft.

Max fucked faster and made her eyes bulge. Angela felt her climax begin 
with a grinding contraction that involved both her pussy and ass at the 
same time. It was as if his cock had teen fucking them both.

She moaned and then screamed. Her lush body became glazed with the sweat 
of excitement. Once cold with chilling fear, her creamy smooth skin now 
glowed with radiating warmth. She tensed, closing her eyes tightly. Her 
back arched, only to be slammed down when he drove his cock in. Then she 
bounded back up, gasping anxiously.

"I'm going to cum!" she cried. "I'm going to have the best climax of my 
whole life!"
He answered only with grunts, saving all his breath and power to 
jackhammer his huge prick.

Angela's heart raced. She could feel the rapid thud of her pulse in her 
temples, as if her head might suddenly swell and explode.

She felt spasms of tormented delight in her pussy, a writhing motion that 
rippled upward from deeper than ever before. Even her bowels were heaving 
in obscene delight.

Max roared as his cock fired. Jism shot into her womb and filled her with 
unfamiliar heat. Her guts wrenched, and she let out a bloodcurdling 
scream.

Orgasmic contractions churned deep and rippled up the cum-slick length of 
his cock. He drove in hard again and gave her another searing hot gush of 
turn cream-that so warmed her insides that her bowels let go, voiding 
themselves as he filled her cunt.

Angela didn't realize what had happened at first. The purging of her ass 
was a sensation of pleasure, a welcome relief that fused with the 
glorified confusion of an excruciating climax.

Limp and weak from shock waves of joy, Angela was shocked when Max pulled 
his cock out of her and she saw that she'd shit on the bed.

She groaned, ashamed and disgusted that she'd lost control.

"I told you I'd fuck the shit out of you. Now clean it up and report for 
work at six tomorrow morning."

Angela couldn't answer. Her face twisted, furrowing her brow, and then 
she burst out sobbing.

She went home in a daze, her pussy still writhing with anguished 
aftershocks. Her shithole cringed and clenched in shame. Never in her 
life had she lost control of her body so completely.

Angela found the house empty and sighed with relief. She was glad not to 
find Danny at borne with a hard-on. Her body needed rest and her mind 
too.

She poured a stiff drink and gulped down half of it, reining a little as 
the soothing warmth of whiskey settled in her stomach. Then she spotted 
the note Danny had left on the kitchen table.

Mom:
I'm with Yvonne. She got a new job at a fancy resort hotel on the coast, 
and I'm moving with her. I packed all the things I want. Stuff like my 
baseball glove and model airplanes can all go to the dump. Hope you found 
a job and have a good life. Know I'm going to! Tell Melinda good-bye for 
me. And good-bye to Dad if you see him.

Love, Danny 

"Oh, my God!" She began sobbing again and all the warmth drained out of 
her. "What
about me? Danny, you didn't even say good bye to your mother?"

Despair settled on her like a gloomy cloud. Her life seemed ruined. Now 
her husband and son had both deserted her. Tears rained down on Danny's 
note until the ink smeared and she could no longer read it.

She was left with an empty house, nothing to eat and no money to buy 
food.

Max had laughed when she asked for an advance on her salary: "If you want 
charity, you re in the wrong place. The Rescue Mission is two blocks down 
the street. Stay there and you won't even need bus fare. You can walk to 
work.. . if you can still walk that is."

Angela thought about taking a sharp knife and slashing her wrists, but 
she didn't have the strength to do that. The way Max had ravaged her 
body, it even hurt to cry.

Hands trembling; she picked up the phone and dialed her sister's number.

"Sis-you've got to help me," she said with a wracking sob.

"Help you? I don't even want to talk to you!"

"Wh-what's the matter?"

"Melinda told me what you did to her, you and Danny."

CHAPTER SEVEN
A young female voice answered on the fourth ring.

Angela stammered: "Hello, wh-who's this?"

"Joanne," the girl replied, sounding like a teenager.

"I must have dialed the wrong number," Angela said. "I'm calling Frank 
Whitmire."

"You got the right number. Who's this?"

"His wife," she said uneasily.

"Ex-wife you mean." The voice was smug and surly.

"Yes, just put Frank on, would you please?"
"I'll see if he wants to talk to you."
There was a long and dreadful moment of silence during, which Angela 
wondered what a young girl was doing in Frank's room. The answer was 
obvious, but she didn't want to believe it.

Then Frank came on the line, his voice gruff and impatient. "Yeah, what 
do you want?"
"Danny's run away," she blurted out with a sob. "With Yvonne, that 
platinum blonde divorcee who used to live down the street."
"Good," Frank replied. "Getting away from you is the smartest thing he 
could do."

Angela sobbed. "Frank, I'm sorry. I know I've made a mess of everything, 
but I need your help."
"My help? You need to see a psychiatrist!" "Frank, I don't even have 
money enough to put food on the table."
"So why don't you sell what you've been giving our son for the last 
several days," he replied coldly.

"Please, Frank .. . don't do this to me. I've been shamed and hurt enough 
already."
"Not enough to suit me, bitch!"
Her temper flared. "You're no better! What's that young girl doing there 
with you?"
"She's restoring my faith in my manhood." Frank chuckled. "I don't need 
to tell you how exciting it is to have sex with a horny teenager.

Angela shuddered and cried. "Frank, you can't just dump me out like dirty 
dishwater-not after almost twenty years!"
"You've got the house, and all the furniture. What are you bitching 
about?"
"The house payment is due next week, and I won't have money enough to pay 
it."
"Good, when the bank kicks you out, I'll buy the place again. I haven't 
been able to find
an apartment I like."
"Why don't you come home?" she pleaded tearfully.

"You know, I just might do that. . ." 
"Oh, Frank! Yes, please do! I'll make everything up to you."
"You sure as hell will! Joanne is a runaway from a rich family and she's 
used to having a maid."
"Who cares about Joanne?"
"I do! If I'm coming home, she's coming with me. You can stay on to cook, 
clean house and do the laundry."
"Not for some young slut you've picked up!" she raged.

"It's that or start selling your faithless cunt on the street," he 
reminded her.

Angela felt her blood boiling, but there wasn't much she could do. She 
couldn't stand the thought of turning tricks, or going back to the diner 
and that sadistic big cock of Max's.

"All right," she said grudgingly. "We'll be there in about an hour," 
Frank said in a tone of triumph. "I'll bring groceries so you can fix 
dinner. Meanwhile, move your shit into Danny's old room. That's where 
you'll be staying.

"It's yes, Mr. Whitmire, from now on," he said, rubbing it in.

"All right!" she snapped. "Say it!"
"Yes, Mr. Wh-Whitmire." She almost choked on the words. It was worse than 
when Max rammed his monster cock down her throat. Bitter humiliation was 
even harder to swallow.

Twenty minutes later, Angela grasped at a ray of hope as she was moving 
her things from the spacious master bedroom into the smaller one that had 
been her son's. As long as she and Frank were in the same house again, 
she might win him back. She vowed to pamper him in every way possible, to 
be as appealing as she could and put his newfound young mistress to 
shame.

When she met Joanne at the door that hope was shattered like a window hit 
with a brick. She was gorgeous! A petite blonde with a voluptuous figure 
and silky blonde hair long enough to sweep across the crack of her ass 
when it swayed.

"I'm Joanne," she said too sweetly. "And you must be the new maid."
Angela's face blushed red in a jealous rage but she said only, "Yes."
Frank was standing right behind Joanne, handsome as ever and beaming 
proudly. "Come in, please," Angela said.

Frank gave her a bag full of groceries.

"Have dinner ready by eight," he said curtly. "I like my steak rare. 
Joanne wants hers medium. And there's a can of spaghetti and meatballs 
for you."
"I hate canned spaghetti," she muttered.

"Yes, I know, but it's the cheapest thing I could find and that suits you 
perfectly."
"Bastard," she mumbled.

"Come on, Joanne, I'll show you the bedroom. With a maid to wait on us, 
we're going to be spending a lot of time there."
Joanne giggled impishly and took his hand. They walked down the hall and 
a moment later Angela heard Frank roar, "God damn it, Angela! The sheets 
are soiled. Change the bed and put on a fresh one, right now!"
"Yes, Fr-Mr. Whitmire!" Angela wasn't sure bow much more of this she 
could stand. Max, his grubby dinner and his giant cock were looking 
better by the minute.

Frank and Joanne were both naked when Angela walked into the bedroom 
carrying clean sheets and pillow cases. She stopped and gawked, chilled 
by the sight, but neither of them paid the slightest attention to her.

Joanne was down on her knees, fondly stroking Frank's cock and guiding it 
to her waiting lips.

"Oooh, Frank," Joanne crooned, "I've never seen your cock so big and hard 
before."

Angela just had to look, and she had to admit he'd never gotten an 
erection like that for her. Apparently the young blonde excited him more 
than she ever could. That added to her feelings of dismay.

She went to the work on changing the bed, but Angela found it hard to 
concentrate with that lewd little bitch noisily sucking her husband's 
cock in the same room, bobbing her head so frantically that her long 
golden hair swirled as though in a high wind.

"Ooooh, baby," he moaned. "What a great mouth you've got!"
Frank was kneading Joanne's beautiful tits and rocking his hips to fill 
her throat.

Frank tangled his hands in her long golden hair, clenching them into 
fists as his excitement increased. He tugged her silky hair, yanking her 
head back and forth, rasping deep grunts of lecherous delight as he 
fucked her young face.

Joanne seemed to love it. She made delighted cooing noises in her throat 
and caressed his balls with wavering fingertips. Frank reached down and 
gave her firm tits a squeeze, then he laced his hands back of her head 
and roared as his cock twitched and spurted jism into her throat.

Joanne slurped and swallowed his cum, her throat writhing.

Angela watched the cords in the girl's neck strain with the tension of 
ecstasy, how her flesh rippled lewdly and how her fingers kept teasing 
Frank's balls to get more cream.

It made Angela sick with disgust and that pleased Frank as much as 
fucking the sexy young teen in the face.

"Hhhmmm, baby, that was great!" he said when she'd sucked him dry. "You 
get better everytime I
"I fuck better too," Joanne said slyly. "Want to stick your cock in my 
pussy now?"
"Or maybe your ass. I love them both, you know."
"Take your choice, Frank. I'm yours now." "I know that, sweetheart. And 
what a luscious little dish you are! Come here." He clasped his hands on 
her ass cheeks and lifted her as a child would a doll.

Joanne giggled anxiously, spreading her legs to wrap them around his 
waist. She hugged his neck in a fevered embrace and he lifted her high 
enough to be seated on the head of his cock.

Angela saw that his cock was still hard and throbbing with lewd strength 
and she felt a chilling pang of envy.

He let Joanne down slowly, slipping his cock deeper and deeper into her 
blonde fringed cunt hole.

"Oooh, you're got to be the sweetest, hottest little cunt I ever fucked. 
You're like a virgin to me everytime!"
"Oooh, Frank. You must have fucked me fifty times by now. How can I still 
feel like a virgin to you?"
"Because your pussy is so sleek and tight, just like it was when I popped 
your cherry!"
"Oh, I'll never forget that! What a thrill it was to have a handsome 
grown man want to fuck me!"
"And mine is the only cock you want, right?" He supported her little ass 
and fucked her delightedly while standing up, both of them swaying on his 
strong legs.

"Yes, darling! You're the only man I want! Mmmm, I just love what your 
cock does to me when we fuck this way!"
"Glad you aren't like some cheating sluts I've known," he said. Frank 
glared sharply at Angela as he spoke and watched her cringe.

"That kind of woman can't keep a man for long," Joanne said, "and I don't 
want to lose you, Frank!"
"You won't, baby. Not as long as you fuck this hot, ark! fuck only me!"
"Frank?" she purred in a kittenish tone of voice. "Will you fuck your 
finger up my ass? I like to have something in both of my holes at once..

"I've got an even better idea. Angela, come here!"
"Yes?" Angela answered distractedly. The way the girl clung to him with 
arms and legs locked in a lewd embrace disgusted her.

"Yes, Mr. Whitmire," Frank reminded her sternly. "Get down on your knees 
and tonguefuck Joanne's ass for me."

"No," she said flatly.

"Then pack your things and get the hell out of my house!"

"It's as much mine as yours."

"But you can't pay for it, and if I tell a judge what you've done with 
our son, your room will be one at the county jail."

Angela stood fuming, trying to make up her mind. She hated the thought of 
having to help excite Frank's young whore, but she dreaded even more what 
might happen if she failed to please him.

With an anguished sigh she sank to her knees.

Frank pushed Joanne's petite little ass right up to her face. It bobbed 
and quaked from his fevered cock thrusts into her cunt.

"Kiss it, bitch!" He parted Joanne's ass cheeks with the hands that 
supported her weight.

Angela gritted her teeth.

The  blonde giggled and squirmed anxiously.

"I've never had a tongue up my ass before. I'm going to love it, Frank!"
"That's what a maid is for, to keep my little blonde baby happy. Anything 
you want from her, you just give the order."
"Mmmm," she cooed. "Will she suck my cunt too?"
"Anytime you want. If she doesn't, I'll kick her ass out in the street. 
And she better get busy with your sexy little ass right now or that's 
what's going to happen!"
Fuming, Angela leaned forward, her lips puckered in disgust. She kissed 
Joanne's taut ass crack timidly, her lips cringing.

The young blonde had a sweet, mild taste and the rim of her asshole was 
soft pink like a baby's lips. Angela felt a lewd shiver of excitement. 
She hated the girl and how Frank used Joanne to punish and torment her, 
but she eyed the blonde's cute and sexy little ass. In fact, Angela 
wondered if there was anything about sex that she wouldn't enjoy in some 
way.

She puckered her soft lips and planted a passionate sucking kiss on 
Joanne's shitter. She whirled her tongue around the pink rim and then she 
wiggled it in.

"Hhhooowheee!" the blonde wailed. "I love that! Do it again, Angela! Fuck 
my ass with your big tongue!"

She did, and she reached up to feel the girl's firm, sharp young tits and 
fondle her nipples at the same time.

"Mmm, that's even better. Keep it up, Angela! Uuuungh!"
"You like having a maid?" Frank asked.

"I love it! When you cum in me this time, I'm going to make her suck my 
pussy clean for you!"
"Good idea, baby. I like your young cunt best when it's sweet and fresh 
as the first time!"
"Angela will bathe me and brush my hair too," she decided. "I know you 
like to have it long and sleek and shimmering soft, but brushing my long 
hair is so much work that my little arms get tired."
"They aren't tired now, not the way they hug my neck."
"That's what I'm going to save my strength for, Frank. To hug you while 
we fuck!"
Angela tried to concentrate on tongue fucking Joanne's sexy young ass. 
Her asshole gripped and squeezed her tongue, pulsing with lewd tremors of 
delight.

"Oooh, Frank! She's making my ass so anxious. After you've fucked my 
pussy, will you fuck me again from behind?"
"Sure, baby! You're cute and sexy enough to keep my cock hard for 
hours!" He drilled and pumped her hard enough to make Joanne cry out in 
delight. That rammed her ass into Angela's face. She could almost feel 
the throb of Frank's cock in the way it made the blonde's ass writhe.

"Oooh, Frank! I'm cumming! It's sooo great with you in my cunt and her 
tongue in my ass. I'm going to have a double climax better than ever 
before!"
"Go, baby! Go, because I'm cumming too. The way your sweet young cunt 
milks my prick is just too much!"
"Cum, Frank! I love your hot jism. It feels so good gushing into me!"
He was fucking her hard and fast, jarring Angela almost senseless when he 
rammed Joanne's ass into her face. Angela gasped mournfully, forced to 
give pleasure but denied it for herself.

When they both howled their lewd orgasmic cries, Angela's face was a mask 
of sadness and she began to sob. Frank ignored her and carried Joanne to 
the freshly made bed. They sprawled together, his cock still rooted 
inside Joanne's pussy to feel the joyous aftershocks of a great double 
climax.

They hugged, passionately for several minutes, arms and legs intertwined. 
They kissed, their tongues darting back and forth while Angela remained 
alone on her knees at the foot of the bed, crying her heart out.

Frank smiled. "Angela, bring a washcloth and a towel from the bathroom."
"All right," she moaned grudgingly.

"Not, all right. Yes, Mr. Whitmire... have you got that, you stupid 
bitch?"

"Yes, Mr. Whitmire!" She spit the words like cobra venom.

"And be happy about it or your fat ass goes into the street!"

"My ass is not fat! I've got a better body than your little blonde tramp 
will ever have!"

"A maid who talks back is asking to get her fat ass kicked," Frank said 
sharply. 

"Now get the damp cloth and towel, and be damn quick about it!"

"Yes, Mr. Whitmire," she said glumly, leaving for the bathroom in a 
fuming rage of humiliation.

When she returned a moment later with what he'd asked for, Frank said: 
"Now wash my cock."
She gulped. "Yes, sir."
But it was torture to have to handle her husband's cock knowing it had 
just fucked the lewd little bitch who was looking on, and that he was so 
anxious to fuck her again.

Angela wiped his cock clean, then she dried him., feeling his cock throb 
anxiously for the blonde young enough to have been his own daughter. It 
was torture for her, and that was why Frank demanded it.

"Now get some of that lubricating jelly," he told her. "Joanne's little 
ass is so hot and tight, my cock has to be real slick to even fit in.

Angela was biting her lip to keep from crying out in disgust. She got the 
tube she kept in a drawer of the bedside table.

Joanne looked up and saw there was also a long vibrator shaped like a 
double-ended cock in the drawer.

"Bring that twin dick thing too!" the blonde exclaimed. "Seeing it gives 
me a great idea!"
Angela brought the double-ended vibrator too. It was something she'd 
bought when Frank wasn't able to satisfy her increasing desire. One end 
was like a circumcised cock, the other complete with a rubbery foreskin.

"I want the end that's most like you, Frank." Joanne took the circumcised 
end, turned it on and worked it into her wet young cunt. "Mmmm, I like 
how it makes me tingle all over inside!" 

Joanne stretched out beside Frank with the other half of the buzzing 
vibrator sticking up.

"Now I want you to grease my cock too," she said.

Angela did as she was told, hating them both and wondering what the girl 
had in mind.

Touching Frank's cock made her hand tremble like the vibrator. But she 
managed to smooth the lubricant on his cock and the artificial one too.

"Now lay down on the bed," Joanne told her. "On your face, bitch. And 
lift your skirt up in back. Bare that luscious fat ass of yours."
Angela grimaced. "No, I won't! Not for you!"

"You bare it or I'll boot it!" Frank snarled. "All right, all right!" 
Angela shuddered and raised her, skirt as she lay down.

"I'm going to fuck her ass while you're fucking mine," the girl said to 
her adoring older man.

"What a good idea!" Frank exclaimed. "You are such a lovely, lewd little 
delight!"
Joanne giggled and guided the buzzing exposed end of the vibrator to the 
rim of Angela's asshole.

"No," Angela cried. "I don't like that. Not in my ass. Aaagggh!"

The blonde clenched her tight cunt on her half of the buzzing cock and 
rammed the greased tip into Angela's quaking ass. "Oh, she's going to be 
such a soft warm pillow for me to lie on while you fuck my ass, Frank!"

"She's all yours, baby. Rape her ass with that big buzzer!"

Joanne sighed anxiously and bobbed her hips, pumping the artificial cock 
in and out of Angela's ass.

Angela groaned from the shame of being forced to submit to such a thing, 
but she found shivering excitement in having that vibrator wedged deep in 
her asshole.

Frank got around behind her and aimed his greased cock at Joanne's pink-
lipped asshole as it bobbed. He pressed down and bored into her ass. She 
cried shrilly, her ass wringing in tormented delight.

Sandwiched between the estranged husband and wife, Joanne had his cock up 
her ass and the dildo buzzing in her tender young cunt. It was a double 
thrill of rapture. When she pumped her hips to fuck into Angela's ass, it 
also increased the pleasures Frank gave her from behind.

"I love to fuck and be fucked at the same time," Joanne purred.

Frank chuckled. "You get whatever you want, baby!"
"I want to feel her big tits too."

"Go ahead. Just reach under her and rip her blouse if you have to. 
Tomorrow we'll get her some maid's uniforms . . that's all she's going to 
be wearing from now on."
"Hhhmmm, she does have a nice pair of tits. I'm going to love playing 
with them
whenever I want!"

"And I love playing with you," Frank said fondly.

When he fucked deep into the blonde's ass, he could feel the muted tingle 
of the vibrator humming in her pussy just beyond the thin veil of flesh 
between. It made his cock throb delightedly.

Joanne ripped the front of Angela's blouse just to get it out of the way. 
And she broke her bra clasp in her haste to feel Angela's lush tits stark 
naked. She loved kneading and squeezing the creamy big tits and she was 
none to gentle about it.

Angela shuddered and squirmed, wishing in more ways than one that the 
lewd little blonde had not come between Frank and herself. His being so 
near and yet so far removed was sheer torture for her.

It made Angela regret all she'd done to drive him away. And she wondered 
if Frank would ever want to fuck her again. If only she could think of 
some way to get Joanne out of his life, there might be a chance.

She was thinking about that when the three of them came to a climax 
together. That disrupted her scheming thoughts in a most delightful 
manner, but the idea still lingered in the back of Angela's mind.

CHAPTER EIGHT
The next three days were an agony of frustration for Angela. Frank and 
Joanne fucked long and hard during the night while she lay alone in what 
had been Danny's bed. She didn't even have the vibrator for consolation. 
The horny little blonde kept that for her own pleasure.

Frank had to work all day. That left the two women alone, Angela dressed 
in her new maids uniform-a black nylon mini-dress with a little white 
lace-trimmed apron.

When Joanne felt horny, she, used Angela as one might a rubber fuck doll. 
The rest of the time she delighted in thinking up things for her to do.

Angela was down on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor when 
the doorbell rang on the afternoon of the fourth day.

Joanne stood up. "I'll get it."

Joanne had been in the backyard sunning herself in a tiny string bikini. 
Her flawless young skin was tanned golden bronze and a lot of tit showed.

The young man at the door gawked at her iii delighted surprise: "Oh, wow! 
What are you doing here?"

"I live here," Joanne said sweetly. "What are you doing here?"

"Er, well . . . I live here too. That is, I did. I'm Danny Whitmire."

"Oooh, Danny!" Angela had heard his voice and came running.

Joanne barked sternly: "Get back to work, Angela! No one called for you."
Danny looked curious. "Hey, what's with that maid's outfit, Mom?"

"Your father has come home," Angela explained bleakly. "This is the only 
way he'll let me stay. He sleeps with Joanne."

"Oh, ho! Well, my dad sure can pick 'em, I'll say that. You are the 
sexiest little number I've seen in a long, long time."

"What happened with you and Yvonne?" Angela asked.

Danny shrugged. "Oh, she picked up this high-roller and gave me the boot. 
But I didn't care. I was getting bored with her.''

Joanne looked him up and down, obviously attracted to his young and 
virile-looking body. Danny had developed a lot of confidence in himself 
in the last several days and that added a subtle aura of sex appeal that 
she found irresistible.

"Danny, would you like a cold beer?" Joanne asked.

"Yeah, that sounds great."

"Angela, get Danny a beer. Bring one for Danny."

As she turned toward the kitchen, a scowl creased Angela's soft features. 
Angela had grown to dislike waiting on her son before, now it was even 
worse with a little blonde snip of a girl giving orders.

If Danny had any sympathy for her at all, it didn't show. His eyes and 
all his attention were on Joanne.

"So you're the young guy who seduced his own mother," Joanne said coyly 
when the two of them were alone on the patio.

"Yeah," Danny said with a lewd grin. It had been more the other way 
around, her seducing him, but he didn't bother to correct her false 
impression.

Angela dutifully brought two chilled cans of beer, still fuming in a 
sullen rage.

"Bring glasses, Angela. Only peasants drink beer right out of the can."

"Yes, madam," she said as she'd been taught, turning in a huff.

Danny grinned, watching her depart. "She got to liking my cock because 
it's bigger than dad's."
"A lot bigger?" Joanne asked with eyes twinkling brightly.

"Some." Danny's smile was anything but modest, and it intrigued her.

"Show me."  Danny balked a moment, suddenly uncertain.

Angela came back then with the glasses and poured their beer. By the time 
she departed again, he'd recovered his cool.

Grinning lewdly, Danny loosened his fly and whipped out his hot young 
prick. His cock was hard and throbbing, brought to full erection by the 
sight of the young blonde in her sexy string bikini. 

"Oooh, that is a nice one!"

Angela watched from inside the sliding glass door. The sun glinted off 
the glass in a way that kept them from seeing her, but she had a 
perfectly clear view.

"Would you like me to suck it off for you?" Joanne asked anxiously. "I'm 
really horny, and Frank's at work all day- "Sure, why not?"

The width of Danny's lewd grin increased. Having lost out with Yvonne, he 
was ready for some action. And getting sucked off by his father's sexy 
blonde mistress was just the boost his battered ego required.

"Yyyuuummm!" she purred, bending low, lips quivering with anticipation.

Angela grinned spitefully and walked to the telephone. She dialed Frank's 
number at work.

When he came on the line, she said: "This is Angela. . .the maid."

"Yes, Angela?" Frank's temper was short. He didn't like being bothered on 
the job, especially by his ex-wife.

"Danny has come home," she said. "Yvonne threw him over, but your little 
Joanne is a lot more interested."

"What!"

"They're out on the patio right now, and she's sucking his cock!"

"God damn him. God damn her!" Frank slammed down the phone.

Angela grinned slyly. "Mission accomplished."

"Oooh, Danny! You've got such a beautiful big cock!" Joanne licked her 
lips that were glowing with jism. "And I can't believe how long and hard 
it cums. I didn't think I would be able to swallow all you shot into me.

"There's more where that came from, baby. How would you like to have 
another big load pumped into your tender young cunt?"

"I'd like that, Danny. I'd like it a lot!" She shed her bikini just by 
pulling two strings.

Danny laid the back of the chaise lounge down flat and began taking off 
his clothes.

Joanne was lying down and waiting for him with her legs spread by the 
time he'd undressed.

"I can't, wait to feel your big cock in me," she cooed anxiously. 

"And I can't wait to get it in!"  Danny dropped to his knees between her 
legs and gazed fondly at her golden-haired pussy. He stroked his meaty 
cockhead up and down in her narrow pussy, bringing a sigh and a rush of 
succulent fuck honey.

He circled his cock around her tender little clit bud.

Joanne gasped anxiously and arched her back. "Ooooh, Danny, drive it into 
me!"
Sure thing, sweetheart! What a tight little hole you've got!"
"I'm glad you like it! I've been so anxious to try a hot young prick. 
Your dad's is nice, but I'd like yours even better!"
Danny was easing his cock into her, taking his time, savoring the taut 
but sleek friction of her snug pussy.

"Aaahhh," he moaned, rooted to the hilt. "Your tight cunt really makes my 
cock throb."

"Yes, I can feel it! Fuck me, Danny! Oooh, I want you!"

"I want you too!" He jackhammered his cock up and down with speed and 
youthful vigor that left her gasping.

"Your father has never fucked me that hard!" she gasped with a wince of 
joy. "More, Danny! I love it! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

He answered with a grunt and a twisting thrust of his cock. Joanne's 
petite young body writhed and her cunt heaved with exquisite undulations. 
She arched and twisted to meet his next screw-like plunge.

Danny leaned down and kissed her trembling lips, pushing his tongue into 
her mouth as his hands capped her gorgeous firm tits and squeezed. He 
sucked on her tongue and the shock of pleasure she felt drove her wild.

Her arms curled around his neck. Her legs kicked up and scissored around 
his waist.

"Ride 'em cowboy!" she squealed, writhing her hips as he lifted her body.

He hadn't fucked since early this morning, so Danny was really hot, and 
Joanne was so willing to receive all he could give.  She groaned when he 
pushed his cock in and shrilled anxiously when he drew back.. Her pussy 
clamped on his prick and shivered ecstatically, gripping harder as the 
throes of her climax began.

Danny felt the rippling contractions deep in her pussy. Like rolling 
waves of wet hot flesh, they climbed his cock shaft. She grunted with him 
and spun her hips to help ream the mouth of her sleek cunt.

His balls slapped her ass like two swaying battering rams. Each thrust 
jarred his swelling load of jism. Cum steamed and surged, rising up to 
the base of his cock.

He clamped and hissed, his eyes narrowed by the strain of trying to hold 
back. It was the best part of sex for him, that marvelous tension. His 
muscles quaked, and then Danny had to let go.

His voice roared and his cock heaved, firing a creamy jet that shot deep.

Joanne screamed, drumming her heels on her ass. "More! More! Ooooh, I 
love the feel of cum in me and you have so much!"
Joanne's pussy wrung his gushing cock, slithering as her pliant cunt 
filled with cum.

"I can feel it bubbling right up to my pussy lips!" she moaned.

"Up and out, baby. I'm going to keep fucking you until it runs down to 
the crack of your ass!"
"Yes! Oh, slick my shitter with your hot jism. Then you can fuck me 
through the backdoor. You'll like my ass, Danny. It's tighter and hotter 
than a climaxing pussy!"
"If it's tighter than your cunt right now, it'll peel the skin right off 
my cock!"
Joanne's grinding contractions grew stronger. Her teeth clenched, her 
eyes fluttered and then a scream of lewd passion exploded from her lips. 
She bucked in a frenzy of joy and finally drained Danny's cock.

The two of them lay gasping.

Danny stroked her tits gently now, and Joanne enjoyed the fading 
aftershocks of her great orgasm. Slowly, their racing hearts and ragged 
breaths settled back into a normal rhythm.

Then he heard a car door, slam.

Danny leaped up. "Oh, Jee-zus!"  He grabbed frantically for his clothes.

"Danny, what's the matter? Don't you want to fuck my ass?"

"I do, but not right now. That's my dad's car. I recognize the sound, and 
by the way 
he slammed that door, I'd say he's really pissed!"

"Oooh!" Joanne slipped on her bikini top and fumbled nervously, trying to 
tie the knot.

Before Frank had stalked the whole length of the house, both of them were 
dressed. At least Danny had his pants on. He hadn't bothered with his 
shirt, shoes or socks, but that was natural enough for a guy who was 
supposed to be sunning himself and enjoying a beer.

They were sitting primly apart, Joanne on the chaise, Danny in a lawn 
chair ten feet away.

Frank burst onto the patio. "What the, hell is going on here?"
Danny managed a puzzled grin of innocence. "What do you mean, dad?" Then 
he raised his glass. "Oh, this-Joanne and I were just having a beer. I 
didn't think you'd mind." 

"The beer I don't mind too much, but Angela said she was sucking your 
cock!"
"Noooo!" Danny shook his head. "We weren't doing anything except talking. 
Mom's just trying to get back in your good graces by making trouble for 
me."

"Is that right?" Frank demanded.

Angela had followed Frank onto the patio.

"I-I told you what I saw, Mr. Whitmire. Joanne sucked his cock and 
swallowed his cum, then Danny fucked her there on the chaise lounge."

Joanne's face paled despite her bronze tan. She glanced down between her 
legs, fearful that some of Danny's cum might have spotted the upholstery. 
Luckily there were no obvious signs.

Danny scowled. "She's lying. Just look at her."

Angela did have an enigmatic grin on her lips. In a strangely calm and 
formal voice, she said: "Mr. Whitmire, do you remember the camera your 
wife gave you last Christmas? The one that takes instant color pictures?"

"Yes."

"Then look at these." She handed him a stack of color prints.

Danny caught just a glimpse of the top one. "Ooooh, shit!"

He leaped out of his chair, sprinting toward the back fence. He climbed 
it in a panic and dropped out of sight on the other side while Frank's 
gaze remained locked on the pictures he was thumbing through.

With Danny gone Joanne had to take the full heat of his wrath..

"You little bitch!" he growled. "You faithless, cheating cunt! Fucking my 
own son behind my back!"

"Frank, I can explain-"

"Do it on your way out the door, but don't expect me to listen."

"Wh-what?"

"Do I have to spell it for you? Out! O-U-T! Get your ass out of my house 
and out of my sight!"

"Oooh, Frank," she moaned, blubbering and trying to think of something to 
say.

"If you don't move your ass, I'm going to kick it!"

"All right!" Joanne leaped up and ran to get her things together.

Angela waited until the girl was inside the house, then she spread her 
arms. "Frank . ."

He turned and his lips curled. "You get your ass out of here too! I've 
had it with cheating sluts! I don't even want you around as a maid!"

"But, Frank, I'm the one who told you!"

"You're also the bitch that started all this!" He whirled and launched a 
vicious kick at her ass, but Angela was already moving away from him. He 
barely grazed her bountiful behind.

Angela and Joanne went down the front steps together, both of them in 
tears.

"I guess we've both had it," Angela said bleakly.

Joanne nodded. She had slipped a dress on over her bikini, grabbed her 
purse and left. Angela hadn't even paused to do that. She left the house 
still wearing her maid's uniform, fearful of what Frank might do if she 
lingered.

"The question is, what do we do now?" Angela was mainly asking herself.

"I've got just about enough for cab fare to get-home," Joanne said. "At 
least my father will take me back."

"Lucky you! I'm heading for the Rescue Mission on foot."

The young blonde hesitated a moment as they reached the sidewalk. Then 
she said tentatively: "Angela, would you like to come home with me?"

Angela laughed and shook her head. "You and I are not exactly the best of 
friends."

"I know I was mean to you, but that was to please Frank. I could be nicer 
to you. A lot nicer!"

"Well, I don't think your parents would welcome a stranger."

"There's just my father," she said. "We usually have a maid, but we don't 
right now. I know I could gets you the job if you want it."

"Well . . . " Angela was considering her other prospects, a charity soup 
kitchen and trying to get a job with Max at the diner after not showing 
up when she said she would. "Maybe being a maid isn't so bad after all."

"Good!" Joanne said, "Come on, we should be able to hail a cab at the 
corner."

"Your father must be quite well-to-do if you have a maid most of the 
time," Angela said as they hurried along.

"Well-to-do?" The petite blonde almost laughed. "What he carries in his 
pocket would make any man well to-do. What he has in the bank would make 
your eyes pop! You've heard of Dayton Industries?"

"Who hasn't?"

"Well, my dad is Glen Dayton. The top man and majority stockholder. The 
kind who can trade in his car when the ash tray gets full."

"Ooooh, I don't think I could be a maid for anyone that important. Didn't 
our senator visit him a week or so ago?"

"Both of them, Angela, but that's no big deal. Daddy buys politicians 
like you buy a new lipstick. He loans them his yacht or one of the 
company jets when he wants a favor."

"I'd be frightened of a man with so much power," Angela said.

Joanne laughed. "Why? He's just my dad. He's a nice guy when he isn't 
working."

"If he's so nice, why did you run away?"

She shrugged and swirled her long golden hair. "Because he's almost 
always working. Since my mom died ten years ago he's practically lived at 
the office."

What the girl didn't say was that she hoped meeting Angela would change 
that for the better. Her father liked lush, ripe-bodied women with big 
tits.

CHARTER NINE

Angela waited tensely in the maid's quarters at the rear of Glen Dayton's 
hilltop estate. The three rooms were almost as large as the house Frank 
had told her to leave. A bedroom, kitchen and bath.

The bedroom window looked out on an acre of lawn, a swimming pool, tennis 
courts and a stable. She remembered then that one of Glen Dayton's 
business interests was raising thoroughbred race horses.

Angela trembled in anticipation. Joanne said she would talk to her father 
and the rest would be a mere formality. Still her heart leaped when he 
walked into the room.

Dayton was well over six feet tall. His head barely cleared the door 
frame. Like a lot of tall men, he ducked a little from instinct. His dark 
hair was almost pure silver at the temples and streaked with a metallic 
sheen throughout. His eyes were deep blue and intense, but not at all 
cold looking. Angela thought she saw a glimmer of interest in them as he 
straightened again to full height.

"Hi, I'm Glen Dayton." He smiled and extended a hand big enough to have 
crushed a one-pound coffee can.

"An-Angela Whitmire," she replied.

"My daughter recommends you highly," he said, sitting down casually on 
the edge of the bed. "But I make all the important decisions around here, 
so I wanted to talk to you myself."

"Of course." Angela felt so embarrassed. Her voice creaked like a rusty 
hinge. Dayton was the most distinguished and impressively handsome man 
she'd ever seen.

He looked her up and down with the cool eye of a real-estate appraiser.

"I find you quite attractive," he said simply.

"Thank you, sir."
"My name is Glen."

"All right, thank you, Glen."

He grinned. "Suppose I told you that I want to conduct the rest of this 
interview in bed?"

"I would have to say, no thank you," she replied, her voice still 
quaking. "I've been through that before. Not a job I wanted as much as 
this one, but-"

"Joanne told me. Apparently you two had quite a talk in the cab." Angela 
was pacing the floor nervously. Dayton patted the edge of the bed beside 
him. "Please sit down, you're starting to make me nervous."

She settled beside him, but not too close, and she sat wringing her 
hands. Glen put his arms in a intimate gesture.

"I know you've been through a lot," he said, "and I understand most of 
it. I've wanted to fuck that sexy little witch daughter of mine since she 
sprouted tits. If I didn't spend so much time working, I'm sure I would 
have long before this."

Angela gave him a faint little smile. "Working can't provide the kind of 
relief you need."

"Well," he said, blushing a little, "it does help to have a beautiful 
secretary in most of the major cities."

"And some marvelously talented whore in places where Dayton Industries 
doesn't have offices yet," he went on. "I have fucked at least one 
beautiful woman in every industrialized nation on the face of this earth. 
And several in developing nations-"

"I'm not impressed."

"Good, neither am I. All that fucking and no real affection. I haven't 
had that since my wife died."

"She was faithful to you?"

"Oh, hell no! She probably fucked more than I do-presidents, prime 
ministers, movie actors. Shit, she had them all . . . but we always had 
each other to come back to, and that's what I miss so much."

He hugged her warmly, thinking back to better times.

Angela felt something shoot through her veins like a blazing lightning 
bolt. "Glen, a man who is loving and kind might be able to seduce."

"Really?" He acted innocent but knew damn well.

Smiling, he kissed the side of her neck and nibbled down to her collar 
bone.

Angela gasped.

He swept her hair aside and kissed her ear, burrowing into it with his 
tongue tip. Angela shivered, her body feeling hot and chilling cold at 
the same time.

Glen cupped a hand over one creamy soft tit made firm by the sleek black 
nylon of her tight-fitting maid's dress. His other hand began opening the 
buttons down the back. For a man with such large hands, he was amazingly 
deft.

The top of her uniform opened, her bra strap came unclasped and Angela 
sighed expectantly.

Glen tossed the bra aside and pulled the top of her dress down to her 
waist. For a moment he just gazed longingly at her luscious tits, his 
tongue circling his lips.

"What a gorgeous ripe body you have!"  She took that as high praise from 
a man who
had fucked so many beautiful women.

He pressed on her shoulders and eased Angela down on her back, lying 
across the bed with her feet still touching the floor.

"Lift up," he urged. "I want to take your dress off."
Angela arched and he slid the rustling black nylon down around her 
ankles. She kicked free of it and lay sighing, her anxious heart pulsing 
blood to her nipples and pussyhole at a frenzied rate.

Glen fondled her tits again, caressing them with his large hands. He 
could embrace the whole of each creamy tit cone, and squeezing gently 
made her dark nipples bulge between his thumb and forefinger.

He kissed one tit then the other, stroking them with his tongue. Tremors 
of joy spread downward from her nipples and fanned out. Angela moaned 
breathlessly as the tingling heat began to spread.

Glen sucked her nipples until they gorged with blood and felt like 
burning embers. He sucked, able to pull more creamy soft tit into his 
large mouth than any man had before.

Angela loved it. He knew her past and it didn't matter. He treated her 
with affection, not like a servant or a slave. With her large nipple 
pressed hard against the back of his mouth, she gasped.

Waves of heated motion rolled up from the depths of her cunt. Enough time 
had passed since Max had ravaged her with his huge cock so that her pussy 
was sleek and anxious again.

Glen caught the rising scent of her desire. It was rich and pungent. He 
breathed deep and nibbled down her heaving belly.

He'd left her sleek black panties on because he liked to start on a pussy 
snugly sheathed in shimmering veil. His mouth opened wide to engulf her 
whole pussy mound.

Angela's voice shrilled excitedly.

His tongue teased the puffed lips of her cunt, gliding smoothly on slinky 
black nylon. Glen pressed between her pussy lips and strained her panties 
with his probing tongue.

Simmering dampness flowed to wet her crotch. He sucked hard, stirring 
with his tongue. She gasped, arching her back as her cunt writhed in 
delight.

He pulled her panties down and tongued her delicious cunt with nothing 
between them now.

The bruises Max had left by fucking her brutally hard with his monster 
cock had faded and her pussy was ripe again for stimulation.

Glen did it expertly, sucking on her wet cunt lips while his tongue 
stroked between them. He found her meaty clit in a simmering flow of cunt 
gravy and narrowed the pull of his lips to focus on it.

Angela gasped. Glen's thumbs whirled her nipples and his tongue spiraled 
around her clit with exactly the same rhythm. Triple shocks of delighted 
anticipation shook her lush body.

She breathed in quick and shallow gasps. Her softly curved figure tensed, 
muscles trembling, pores seeping a sheen of warm sweat. Angela had never 
felt such heat before. The room felt like a sauna..

"I'm going to have to let up for a moment and take my clothes off," he 
said. "Use your hands to keep your pussy and tits hot for me."

"Mmmm," Angela purred. She knew her body well, but she had never 
stimulated herself in front of a man before.

Glen obviously enjoyed watching her. His blue eyes focused on the finger 
whirling her clit while he undressed. That would show him the rhythm and 
kind of stroking she liked best. No man knows a woman's body better than 
she knows it herself.

Naked, he rejoined her and they turned on the bed.

Angela's eyes had been shut during the intense pleasure of self-
stimulation, and now that Glen was lying naked beside her, she didn't 
want to open them. Everything so far seemed perfect, but she thought his 
cock might be a disappointment.

She decided to feel instead. Her nerves were all tingling and sharply 
aware of sensation. His body was practically hairless, the rippled 
muscles of his chest smooth and firm beneath her touch.

Fingers curled and teased around his nipples, and she felt them swell 
hard. Glen sighed ecstatically.

"Few women seem to know how exciting that is for a man," he remarked.

Angela grinned, raising her head but still not wanting to open her eyes. 
She leaned over him and pressed her soft lips into the hollow of his 
chest between her two hands.

Swaying side-to-side, she kissed one nipple and then the other, sucking 
on them just as she would on a woman's softer breasts.

Glen moaned and twisted his powerful frame. She loved being able to give 
him such pleasure. While stroking one nipple and sucking the other, she 
slipped her free hand down to his crotch.

The wedge of hair around the root of his cock felt soft, almost as silky 
as fur. She liked that and teased her fingers in it, still slightly 
fearful of touching his cock. Angela could feel the radiating warmth of 
it so near her hand.

Slowly she reached over and curled her hand around the base of his 
upright and throbbing cock. Her lips parted and a sharp gasping sound was 
sucked in.

Glen's cock was as thick and hard as what Max had given her so cruelly. 
She could barely close her hand around it and her fingers trembled.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just surprised, that's all."

"You wouldn't be, if you'd open your eyes."

"I'd rather find out this way." She inched her hand up the long shaft, 
feeling the thickness of his prick that pulsed with anxious desire.

Glen's cock had to be over a foot long, a match for what Max had given 
her. Angela fingered the bulging head of his cock when she'd reached up 
that far.

"Oooohhhh," she moaned. 

"Is that, Oh, I like to or oh, I'm afraid!" 

"I think it's oh, I'm both." Angela opened her eyes then and blinked, 
gazing in awe at the towering pillar of fuck muscle she held in her hand.

"It's huge!" she gasped.

"Sometimes I think it's too big. I haven't found a woman yet who could 
swallow the whole thing and enjoy it."

"I'd certainly like to try!" Angela beamed him a warm grin and leaned 
over. Max and

Glen were of the same proportions, but she had no fear of this man, only 
a strong desire to please him.

Angela circled her lips and sucked in his bulging cockhead, swirling her 
tongue excitedly around its swollen ridge. She licked the clefted 
underside and teased his big cum slit at the tip.

"Mmmmmmmm," he said, stretching and arching slightly to urge more cock 
into her anxious mouth.

Angela worked her soft lips to pull him in. She was able to keep her 
throat more relaxed now that she wasn't shivering with fear.

His big padded cockhead pressed to the back of her mouth and she kept 
sticking. She tilted her head to align her throat right, feeling 
something like a sword-swallower.

Her head pressed down, throat heaving as his cock filled the fleshy tube 
and strained its pliant walls. Desire subdued the instinct to gag. Glen's 
cock entered her throat smoothly and he lay gasping in stunned delight.

No woman before had done it so easily or with so much obvious pleasure. 
Her soft reaching lips burrowed into his mat of silvered cock hair and 
the wringing sheath of her throat embraced his whole prick.

Glen Dayton sighed in sheer ecstasy, knowing that he'd found a treasure 
no amount of
money would buy. Angela's head bobbed up and down, lips and tongue 
swirling. Her hands cupped his balls and she began to finger them 
lightly, stirring the heated load they contained.

He arched higher as though lifted by the steaming pressure in his ball 
sac. She obviously expected and wanted him to cum in her throat and 
nothing could have pleased him more.

Angela steeled herself for a searing hot blast, her throat wringing and 
anxious. Her velvety smooth suction and endearing caresses quickly 
loosened his heavy load.

Glen tensed and held his breath, straining to enjoy just another second 
of delightful anticipation. Then the heated surging of his balls overcame 
his resistance. Cum jetted from the cock so deep in her throat like a 
fountainhead.

Angela gulped, Sucking it down, and that motion increased his pleasure. 
Her ripping throat delighted every nerve on the shaft of his cock.

She took one fiery wet blast after another, her head bobbing. Cum she 
couldn't swallow fast enough rose in her throat. It filled her mouth and 
sheened on her lips. Angela loved the taste and syrupy salt-sweet taste. 
Glen's jism was a delicious treat, something she knew she had to have 
more of.

His expression remained one of excruciating delight until the last feeble 
gush of cum dribbled from his cock to vanish in sleek suction. Then he 
lay gasping, a satisfied man,

"You amaze me," he said fondly.

"I only want to please you."

"Is your pussy as anxious and willing as your mouth?"

"Even more," she assured him.

"Then let's get started before my cock cools down." He pushed Angela on 
to her back and swung into a crouch between her legs.

Her eyes held on his enormous cock. Wet with cum and spit, his prick had 
a silvery sheen. The heavy veins pulsed anxiously, bulging the big knob 
and straining the shaft steely hard.

Glen bridged over her on hands and knees, guiding the head of his long 
prick by instinct. His cock settled in the soft wet mouth of her cunt and 
filled it completely, parting the lips and pressing on her clit.

"Hhhooo," she gushed anxiously.

The sleek tube of her fuck tunnel seethed and churned to produce wetness. 
He pushed in slowly at first, watching how that made her wince. Angela's 
teeth clenched hard, her breath hissed like escaping steam.

"Ooooh, God! It's so big! So beautiful!" "I'm glad you like it. Some 
women are more frightened than pleased."

"Some fear only adds to my excitement!"

"Good, because I'm really-anxious to fuck your cunt!"

"Do it, Glen. Fuck me full! Ooooh, let me have every hot inch of that big 
fucker!"
He pushed in more cock and Angela felt the strain. She shuddered then, 
recalling how Max had literally fucked the shit out of her. She hated to 
think that might happen again. Her ass clenched tight as her pussy flexed 
and surged.

Glen bored in another few inches and kissed her, sliding his tongue into 
her mouth. She tasted the tang of her own fuck honey on him and he tasted 
the cum that had filled her mouth.

Their lips sealed, tongues darting back and forth in lewd sensory 
delight. His cock bottomed in her and made Angela's eyes widen. Shooting 
pains of pleasure tensed her nerves and almost stopped her breathing.

"I love it! My pussy has never been so wonderfully full!"
"And my cock has never had such a warm, wringing welcome." Glen began to 
pump his hips, slowly at first, but picking up speed. A cock the length 
of his took a deliciously long time to complete one gliding stroke.

Angela shivered joyously as he thrust in and withdrew.

"It's heaven!" she cried. "Sheer bliss! Fuck me, Glen! Give me the best 
climax of my whole life."

"Just the best in your life so far," he said. "I'm going to want you 
again, you know."

"Oh, I hope so. As often as you want!"

He grunted anxiously and fucked a little faster, loving the way her pussy 
squirmed and applied rippling wet friction so lovingly.

His hands squeezed her tits with the same kind of adoring desire. They 
kissed, tongues intertwined, their bodies fused in passion that somehow 
went beyond lust.

"You're the kind of woman I've been looking for a long time," he said.

"And you're the kind of man I need!"

Glen gave another grunt and fucked still faster, driving deep and hard, 
almost to the point of torturing her.

"It's all right. Don't stop! Ooooh, God. Keep fucking me, Glen! Keep 
fucking as long and hard as you can!"

Angela's mind whirled. She'd never thought Max was doing her a favor, but 
he did. His huge cock had prepared her for this great pleasure. And his 
brutality made her appreciate Glen's adoration all the more.

She lifted her legs and scissored them around his waist. That angled her 
dripping cunt to take even deeper thrusts. Her arms hugged his neck and 
her hips whirled in a
spiral of straining delight.

Glen felt his balls simmering up another load for her. They ached as the 
pressure increased, jarred each time they slapped her lusciously soft 
ass. He gulped and drilled her with a blurring fury of deep thrusts.

"Yes! Ooooh, yes! More! Give me more of that monster cock!" Her pussy 
contractions increased to a frenzy. Her sleek pussy contorted joyously. 
"I'm going to cum!"

"Me too!" Glen's voice sounded strained and he barely got the words out 
before his cock fired.

Angela screamed and took the first hot blast, happy to be fucking again 
after all her anguishing torture with Frank the last few days. She pumped 
her hips up at him and milked Glen's cock with a slithering grip.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted in rapture.

Their climax lasted over a minute, and her pussy kept up its undulations 
long after Glen's cock had run dry.

"Oooh," he sighed wearily when he finally pitched over on his back. They 
cuddled together in silent bliss for several minutes and Angela stroked 
his wet cock adoringly.

"You're tremendous," he said. "Just what I need!"
It took Angela a moment to summon her courage, so much had gone wrong 
lately that she almost afraid to ask. "Does-does that mean I can stay?"

Dayton looked at her and shook his head. "Not here as the maid," he said. 
Her heart sank, her smile faded, eyes fluttering to hold back a fresh 
rush of tears. "I want you to move into my bedroom upstairs."

"Wh-what did you say?"

"My bedroom," he repeated. "That's where I want you."

"Oooh, Glen!" Angela felt giddy and drunk with delight.

"But I want to talk about incest first-"

"Ungh." Her spirits drooped.

"I found things Joanne told me shocking at first, then strangely 
exciting. I know she's not a virgin now, and that's about all that's been 
holding me back."

Angela heaved a sigh of relief. "If you're certain that's what you want, 
I'll get her ready for you."

"Would you do that?"

"I'd love to!"

CHAPTER TEN
Angela found Joanne sitting in the living room leafing through the pages 
of a magazine and looking bored. Her expression brightened when the 
voluptuous woman walked in smiling, her supple curves snugly packed in 
the abbreviated maid's outfit.

"You got the job!" Joanne guessed by the delighted look in Angela's eyes.

"I got just what I wanted," she replied, her grin growing wider.

"I'm so glad! He was with you such a long time, I started to worry."
"Everything is fine," she assured the young blonde. "Now your father 
would like you to show me his bedroom upstairs."

"He wants you to start working' right now?"

"You might say that, yes." Angela's expression was impish, but Joanne 
failed to notice. She was leading the way up a broad staircase.

The bedroom was enormous, tastefully furnished with a masculine touch. 
Glen's bed was larger than king-sized. Being a large man, he liked plenty 
of room to stretch out, and rarely alone.

Angela looked into the adjoining bathroom and saw a sunken tub large 
enough to hold
three or four people comfortably.

"Hhhmmm," she said. "Your father asked me to clean up, so why don't we 
start with each other?"

Angela began running hot water into the tub.

"You mean take a bath together?" Joanne giggled anxiously. "That sounds 
like fun if you're sure daddy won't mind."

"I'm quite sure he won't. Your father and I seem to understand each other 
perfectly."

"I've got some bath oil in my room, let me get it while the tub fills. 
It's scented like a warm pussy. I always feel sexy when I use it."

"That sounds like a good idea, Joanne. But hurry."
The young blonde was back soon, and both of them had undressed by the 
time the tub filled. Joanne coiled her long blonde hair atop her head so 
it wouldn't get soaked. The long strands looked like a golden crown.

A bench-like seat ringed the inside of the tub. When seated on that, the 
water came up to their waists. They began by rubbing the scented musk oil 
all over each other's tits. Joanne liked fondling Angela's big tits, and 
Angela found the blonde's firm, sharp young tits equally entrancing.

Sleek oil made their fingers glide smoothly. The stimulation was intense. 
Their nipples were gorged with lusty blood and nerves triggered glowing 
warmth in the depths of their submerged cunts.

"There's one of those whirlpool things in here," Joanne said. "Let me 
turn it on."

The water swirled all around them. They slipped down off the bench to sit 
on the floor of the tub in swirling water that came up to their necks.

Joanne swayed and purred. "Isn't this great? It's like having a dozen 
handsome guys feeling you all over."

"It's very pleasant," Angela agreed. "A nice way to warm up and relax, 
but I'd rather finish with one real man."

"Me too now that you mention it. I didn't get nearly enough from Danny 
before Frank came home."

"Well, we'll both be seeing him again before long. I've already talked to 
your father about that, and Danny is welcome to visit here anytime."

"Hhhmmm." Joanne stirred anxiously in the swirling bath. "There's outlets 
for the spray all around the bottom rim. Snuggle your pussy up close to 
one and you'll feel a jetting blast like it might come from an elephant's 
big cock."

"You have quite a thing for big cocks, don't you?" Angela asked, only 
seeming to be
curious, not leading up to something the girl didn't expect.

"Yeah, I sure do. Danny's was just great!" "There are men who are 
larger," she cautioned with a lewd grin. "Some of them much larger."
"Really?" Joanne giggled and pressed closer to the bubbling jet stream of 
water stimulating her tender young pussy. "I'm not sure I could stand one 
that was much larger."

Angela grinned slyly. "I guess we should get out and get dried off now."
The musky cunt scent lingered faintly on them both even after they'd 
toweled themselves dry. It made them both anxious, and they looked at 
each other.

"I think we've got time for some sixty-nine," Angela said. "Lie down on 
the bed, Joanne. I'll eat your cunt while you eat mine."

"Sounds better than a whirlpool bath to me," the girl agreed, letting her 
long golden hair down and tossing her head to straighten the long 
strands.

Angela straddled her face and bent down over the blonde's slender pink-
lipped cunt. Its color was brighter than ever because of the way it had 
been stimulated by the rushing water flow.

She kissed Joanne's slender cunt mound and nibbled at her golden curls. 
Angela lowered her own dark-haired pussy within reach of the girl's 
tongue at the same time.

Joanne reached up and said, "Yuuummm," after lapping between her puffed 
lips. Soon they were locked pussy on mouth, mouth on cunt, both gasping 
and squirming in lesbian delight.

"I love to eat your sweet young cunt," Angela exclaimed.

"I like sucking yours too,." the blonde said. "It has such a rich and 
mellow taste! Hhhmm, I think there are still some traces of cum in it."

"There might be," Angela said between cunt-lapping gulps.

"It must have been shot really deep not to have washed out right away in 
that whirlpool bath."

"Yes, it was shot really deep. Your father has an enormous long prick."

"My father? Really? He fucked you? Is that what took so long?" Questions 
bubbled more rapidly than the whirlpool stream.

"Yes, dear, your father fucked me. And now he's decided to fuck someone 
else."

"You don't mind that?" Joanne asked incredulously.

"No, I don't mind. I told you, your father and I seem to understand each 
other perfectly. That's why I've been eating and sucking your
cunt. . .to get it nice and hot for him."

"Me?" she gasped. "My father wants to fuck me?"
Glen answered before Angela could. He had entered the room several 
minutes before, but neither of the women had looked up enough to notice. 
He was standing naked at the foot of the bed, his big cock standing 
rigidly at attention.

Joanne saw his cock. "Oh, my God!"

"What's the matter?" he asked "You left a week ago to chase after cock 
and now you've got a big one right here at home."

"It's-it's too big," she said, wincing. "And besides, you're my father."

"I thought you liked older men. Angela's former husband must be almost my 
age."

"Yes, but he's not my father. That's a terrible sin!"

"You thought it was exciting when Danny told you about fucking his 
mother. Why shouldn't I find it exciting to think about fucking you?"

"I-I don't know. I'm just scared, that's all."

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Angela said. "Glen is a great lover."

Joanne moaned, her pretty young face twisted in dismay.

Glen climbed up on the bed, maneuvering his powerful frame into position 
between Joanne's shapely legs.

"Oh, speaking of Danny," he said to Angela. "He's waiting to see you in 
the living room."

"Danny? How did he find us here?" "He saw you getting into the cab, got 
the number and found it again when the driver went back on his regular 
rounds."

Angela smiled. "Oooh, well let him wait. I would rather watch the two of 
you if you don't mind."

"I don't mind a bit, do you, Joanne?" Joanne whimpered, remembering some 
of the things she and Frank had put Angela through. Joanne knew-it would 
do no good to object or try resisting her father. He could easily 
overpower her alone-and, if not, Angela would surely help him.

"N-n-no, I don't mind," she said resignedly. "Good!" Glen began wetting 
his huge cockhead by stroking it up and down in the slender mouth of his 
young daughter's cunt. Angela's licking and sucking had brought plenty of 
warm honey to the surface of her golden-haired pussy, slit.

"Hhhooo, daddy. . . it's too big and hot!" "You'll love it," he said with 
assurance. He was easing his cock into her, making her eyes bulge and 
blink as a stricken look paled her face.

"I'm glad Angela got you started. Your pussy might have been too tight 
and dry without her help."

"Haaagh! Daddy, you're hurting me!"

"Angela tells me that a little pain makes pleasure more intense. And she 
should know, you treated her to enough-"

"I know. And I'm sorry. No more, please!"  Glen slowed the entry of his 
giant cock.

"Did she stop tormenting you when you asked her to?" he asked Angela.

"No, she delighted in doing more."

"Just as I thought." Glen eased back and drove his cock in to the hilt.

"Haaagggh!" Joanne's small hands clenched into fists and beat on the bed. 
Her heels kicked, her body writhed beneath Glen's crushing weight.

"Keep it up, he said. "I love the way it makes your pussy squirm.

He began pumping in and out with a relaxed, gliding rhythm. Joanne's head 
tossed in a swirling cloud of long golden hair. She screamed and didn't 
stop until he'd made four or five full fuck strokes. Then her voice 
choked off in a pathetic sob and she began to moan.

"Hhhooo, God! Ooooh, good! Your cock does wonderful and terrible things 
to my cunt!"

"I knew you'd like it."

"If it doesn't kill me I'm going to love it!" Glen laughed, increasing 
the speed of his lengthy cock thrusts. Angela watched, entranced by the 
way his meaty prick strained Joanne's cunt, punching in her slender pussy 
lips as he drove in.

She watched until the girl was giggling and purring anxiously with her 
legs raised and scissored around her father's waist.

Joanne hugged his neck, kissed him passionately. "Fuck me, Daddy! Ooooh, 
I want your big cock now!"
Angela decided then it was time to see Danny downstairs. Just waiting and 
watching wasn't enough for her, and she didn't want to intrude on the, 
happy couple's first time together. Later she would join in, when they 
were all more comfortable with each other.

Danny was perched on the edge of the couch, nervously thumbing through 
the same travel magazine that Joanne had been looking at earlier.

Angela came down the stairs wearing the black silk robe that Glen had 
worn into the bedroom. It was large on her and belted loosely to show a 
lot of cleavage.

"Mom," he said in a voice stressed by anxiety.

"Hello, Danny. How are you?"

"Not too good right now," he confessed.

"Dad says he never wants to see me again. Yvonne doesn't either. I called 
Melinda and her mother almost bit my head off. I've got no place to go 
but here."

"Oooh, wait a minute. This is Mr. Dayton's house."

"I know. We talked while you were upstairs with Joanne. He seems like a 
nice guy. He said I could stay... if it was all right with you."

"I see."

"I know I was treating you like shit for awhile," he interjected quickly. 
"When I first started having sex, I guess it went to my head. I thought I 
was pretty hot stuff."

"That's understandable in a young man your age."

"I'm trying to say that I've grown up some. Mr. Dayton collects and 
restores antique cars. He said I can earn my keep by waxing and polishing 
them, and helping out the mechanics who do the restoration. It's a great 
chance for me to learn a good trade, one where I could make some real 
money someday. You know how I love cars-"

"Yes, I have no doubt that you'd be good." "I'll be good to you too, Mom. 
I love you most of all."

"I'm glad to hear that, because. I love you too."

She unbelted the silk robe and let it slip off. Danny gasped, his dark 
eyes sweeping anxiously over her lusciously ripe figure,

"Ooooh, Jee-zus," he moaned. "I don't want to do anything that's going to 
get me or you in trouble with Glen."

"You won't. His outlook is much different than your father's. In fact, 
he's upstairs fucking his daughter right now."

"You-you mean Joanne?"
She nodded. "She's going to be a real challenge for any man to please, 
once Glen has given her his best."

"Maybe I'd better stay in practice and learn more from you, huh?"

"I think that's a fine idea!" Angela leaned over and began to unbutton 
his shirt.

An anxious pulsing made her pussy wring up a flow of damp warmth. The 
intense sex with her own son was still the most exciting and heart-
warming thing she could imagine. It was a driving passion that had 
destroyed her marriage, but at the moment that seemed no great loss. 
Frank would be free to live his life by the stricter moral code he 
preferred. And Angela had no doubt that he would find a woman who would 
please him in a strictly monogamous relationship.

She felt equally certain that she'd found a partner and a pattern of 
living far more exciting,
and she meant to make the most of it. Her anxious hands loosened Danny's 
belt,
opened his fly and lifted out his stiff young prick. Her hands coiled 
warmly around the shaft and she began to stroke his cock.

"Aaahhh," Danny sighed, laboring to get out of his clothes without 
pulling from her grasp.

Upstairs, Joanne was screaming in the throes of orgasm. Her eerie cries 
filtered down and quickened his pulse. Angela leaned back flat on the 
couch, her legs spread and arms waiting to embrace him.

Danny kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. He crouched and bent 
down to kiss her while his hands fingered her lush breasts.

"Mmmm, I still love those big tits of yours," he said fondly.

"I can tell." She clasped her hands over his and guided the whirling 
strokes of his thumbs to bring maximum pleasure to her nipples.

Danny was a quick learner. He caught the rhythm and motion almost at 
once. Angela reached down between his legs then and guided his cockhead 
to her clit. She stirred his cock around in just the right spiral with 
just the right pressure. Jarring shocks of lewd delight raced up her 
spine. Rasping breath made her tits swell and heave beneath Danny's 
hands.

Angela threw her shoulders back and
squealed with glee, her eyes thinned to narrow slits by the intensity of 
lewd desire. She whipped his cock against her clit with more pressure, 
tightening the spiral until her lips split with a scream.

Then she angled his cock down into the, wet slit of her cunt. "Fuck me! 
Son! Fuck your loving mother!"
"You bet I will! Ungh!" He powered into her and grinned, feeling the 
buttery undulations of her cunt. He groaned anxiously and began to fuck 
with a gentle but demanding pace.

"That's it, go easy at first. Get my cunt really hot, then you can fuck 
me as hard and fast as you like!"

"You know that's what I want to do right now."

"Yes, but real pleasure is a partnership. The more you please me, the 
more I'll be able to please you. It will be better for both of us."

Danny kept up the easy gliding fuck strokes, enjoying the way, her pussy 
undulated all around his sinking cockshaft and then how it clenched with 
all its soft strength when he drew back.

Each thrust of his cock quickened her breathing and tightened the 
writhing motions of her cunt. Danny took that as a sign she wanted more, 
and he was right.

She gasped joyously when he picked up the fuck pace, slapping his hard-
muscled loins down on her lusciously soft pussy mound.

She threw her legs up and hooked her ankles in the small of his back. 
Grunting lewdly, she used her leg strength to increase the depth and 
power of his driving fuck thrusts. Danny squeezed her lush tits and 
whirled his thumbs on nipples that were hard as pebbles.

Fiery shocks of rapture ran up her back. Angela's ripe body tossed 
beneath him. Danny enjoyed the way her cunt greeted his cock.

With her legs locked around his waist, she could really whip and grind 
her cunt at him, and she did it with a fierce lust for lewd satisfaction, 
grunting and rolling her head in ecstasy.

Glen Dayton and his beautiful blonde daughter came down the broad 
stairway just as Angela's climax with Danny began. They were both 
beaming, pleased to see mother and son sharing so much pleasure even if 
most in the world would not approve.

Angela screamed. She hugged Danny in a clenching embrace and her nails 
clawed his back as her rapturous delight soared. She scratched with 
fierce enough passion to draw blood, but Danny wasn't even aware of the 
wounds.

His cock was spurting in her cunt, gushing cum in a frenzy of throbbing 
relief.

"Uuuungh!" he groaned when he'd fired his last shot.

Angela sighed and settled back, smiling up at him. Then she moved her 
hands to rub his back and felt the sticky warmth of blood.

"Oooh, I've hurt you," she moaned, her cunt still quaking.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him," Joanne said quickly. Her idea of 
first aid was to crouch behind him and lick the seeping scratch marks 
while reaching around in front to tease his rigid nipples.

Danny sighed and squirmed anxiously, his cock still quivering in his 
mother's cunt. His prick started to swell hard again.

"You're mine this time," the blonde said. "We've got to finish what we 
started before your father came home, remember? You were going to fuck my 
ass."

"How could I forget!" Danny eased his cock from his mother's cunt and 
gave her a fond wink. Then he turned his attention to the petite, sleekly 
curved young blonde with long golden hair. They settled at the far end of 
the enormously long couch.

Glen sat beside Angela and said: "Looks like everything is going to work 
out well after all."

"I think so." Angela grinned and stroked Glen's big cock as they sat side 
by side watching their two kids.

"Er, don't get that too hot and bothered right now," he said. "We've got 
to do some shopping before the stores close."

"Shopping? For what?"

"Clothes for you. I've got to fly to the Bahamas tomorrow. I'd like you 
to come with me, and you can't very well make the trip in my bathrobe or 
that silly maid's outfit."

"The Bahamas?" she gasped.

"I have some business interests there that must be looked after. And 
there is a little independent island republic nearby where I can arrange 
to have your divorce final in about five minutes."

"My divorce final? What's the rush?"

"Well, because if we get along on this trip, as I expect, we just might 
want to turn it into a honeymoon.

"H-h-honeymoon?" Angela's head was spinning.

"Being married would help for the sake of appearances," he explained 
simply. 

"Especially the way our kids are getting along."

"Ooooh," she sighed, not knowing what to think.

But for a strange quirk of fate, she might have spent the night in a 
flea-bag rescue mission instead of a mansion and gone to work
the next day is that awful diner.

Angela's reckless and incestuous lust had started her on this path, and 
it might well have ended in disaster, and it had indeed come perilously 
close to that. She felt greatly relieved and even more anxious to 
experience new adventures that right now she couldn't even imagine.

She took Glen's hand. "Let's go!"
Angela was excited about beginning her new life. More excited than she 
had ever been.

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