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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.

THE END

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