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Family Night
Chapter 7
The next day was Saturday, and fortunately for the entire
family, no one had to get up early. Rick and his older sister lay
enveloped in each other's arms, dreams of their new exciting
adventures and discoveries rippling through their heads as they
slept. They always kept both their doors locked now to guard
against unwanted intrusions, so they slept peacefully until the
sun came streaming in through the bedroom window.
When MaryAnn awoke, her bottom still felt a little funny.
Her little brother had been as gentle as possible, but it had hurt
at first, all the same. Nevertheless, she was pleased to be able
to add a new notch to the mental tote board of her womanhood. And
as she climbed out of bed, leaving her sleepy brother, she enjoyed
the dull sensation of pain back there as she walked to the
bathroom to shower. Things were going to beautifully. Why, a few
months ago she had been complaining that it would be years before
she would know the complete joys of being a woman and now she knew
most all of them!
"Almost!" she answered her reflection in the mirror.
"Almost, but not quite!"
* * *
Laura woke up late feeling a similar dull throbbing pain
between the now bruised and tender cheeks of her naked buttocks.
She awoke to find herself in almost the same position she'd been
in the night before. She was lying sprawled on her stomach, her
legs widespread behind her. When she looked up with a start, she
saw that her husband was still asleep, snoring loudly right next
to her.
"God, he looks a mess!"
Laura sat up and stretched her long slender arms, recalling
with mixed pleasure the events of the previous evening. What had
gotten into Don, anyway? she wondered. What had made him behave
that way? She struggled mentally about what attitude she ought to
take with him ... should she be angry ... or more in keeping with
the lingering sensual fulfillment she was feeling, ought she to be
loving and forgiving? After all, she thought as she rose to go
brush her teeth, he made me feel things I've never dreamed of
feeling ... perhaps this is just a broadening of our relationship.
She was still puzzled though and finally decided to play it by
ear. She would see how her husband felt when he woke up!
Meanwhile, humming to herself, she took a quick bubble bath and
donning a blue house-dress, went out to prepare breakfast.
She was surprised to see MaryAnn come down to breakfast, her
hair neatly brushed and wearing a well becoming dress.
"Well, young lady ... you seem to be wearing skirts more and
more these days ... what's happening?"
MaryAnn sat down at the table.
"Oh ... got tired of pants ..." she replied casually.
"I see ..." Would she ever understand kids, Laura wondered.
"Is your brother coming out for breakfast, or don't you know?"
"Oh, sure ... he'll be out in a minute ... What are you
making this morning? Eggs a la Arabian Nights?"
"You watch your fresh tongue, young lady!" Laura retorted,
blushing a pale crimson. "We're having French toast."
"Oh, one of Dad's favorite dishes!" MaryAnn replied, gulping
down her orange juice.
Laura stopped what she was doing. Had she heard correctly?
Had her rambunctious daughter called Don "Dad" for the first time?
She decided not to say anything ... but she felt a rush of delight
that Don had finally gotten through to her ... perhaps everything
was going to be all right after all!
MaryAnn sat watching her mother go through this series of
thoughts. She looks good this morning, she thought, considering
what she went through last night! She observed how her mother
bustled happily into the bedroom, temporarily suspending the first
batch of French Toast.
"Good!" she thought gleefully. "She's gonna get ol' Dad up!"
Laura stood over her husband, looking tenderly down at him.
Poor dear, she thought ... he must have been out celebrating his
nice evening with the kids. I'll just have to caution him about
drinking so much! She bent over and kissed him gently on the
lips.
In Don's dream, MaryAnn's legs were spread wide over him and
her juicy little pussy approached his lips, brushing them with the
delicate fuzz of her cuntal mound. He pushed his tongue out,
reaching for the tender cleft of her baby cunt
"Wha--what!" he woke with a start as his wife's tongue
responded to his probe. Instantly, he was aware of everything
that had happened ... everything! Guilt consumed him,
overwhelming him like a dark gray cloak. He could hardly look
Laura in the eye.
"Time for breakfast, darling," she said sweetly unaware, and
turned and swept gracefully out of the room.
Half an hour later, after several more calls into the shower,
Don appeared at the breakfast table looking haggard and pale. To
his horror, MaryAnn sat beaming up at him, looking absolutely
adorable in a short pink print dress. Her brother too, sat
opposite her, staring at him curiously. To top it all off, Laura,
who had been withholding the French toast until his arrival, began
to chatter on about how pleased she was that her "little family"
was getting on so well.
Don groaned as he pressed his palm to his thudding forehead
and sat down. He wasn't able to get down his first gulp of coffee
before he felt an insistent hand on his knee. He almost sent the
hot coffee spattering across the table but caught it just in time.
"Careful, Daddy," MaryAnn cautioned, cutting into her toast.
"You'll burn yourself!"
* * *
That evening, Don decided to take Laura out to dinner rather
than face another family meal ... for he was convinced that from
then on his pretty stepdaughter would not miss a meal as long as
she knew he would be there. He lay in bed listening to the sounds
of Laura getting ready in the bathroom. Breakfast had been far
worse than he would have been able to imagine. The worst part
being that he had found himself responding so violently to
MaryAnn's touches under the table that he thought he'd jump up and
fuck her silly right there in front of everyone! The fact that he
could even imagine such a perverted fantasy had shaken him to the
marrow ... and now, as he lay thinking about it, he began to
wonder if he should consider consulting a psychiatrist.
Laura came out of the bathroom wearing something frivolous
and turquoise. She smiled at him and Don felt his stomach turn
into a tight knot of anger. Somehow he couldn't get over the idea
that it was her fault ... if only she were more observant ...
cared more about the kids ... thought more about the important
things instead of frivolities! God, where was her brain! She had
always seemed an intelligent woman before they married ... but her
wits seemed to have left her the minute she said, "I do"!
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" she asked.
"Yes, damn it!" he growled.
He watched tears come to her mascaraed eyes.
"Well, if you don't want to go, darling, we don't have to.
You're the one who said ..."
"I know ... I know ..." Don grumbled and sat up. "Well,
don't stand there watching me like a hawk ... go out into the
living room ... watch the news while I get ready!"
Laura turned and ran from the room and Don felt like kicking
himself. He walked slowly toward the chest of drawers that
contained his shirts and underwear and as he was picking out fresh
clothes to wear, he heard a tapping sound. Looking around, he
realized it was coming from the window ... and for the first time
since she'd said it, Don thought about where the kids had been
when they were watching! Feeling trapped and panicky, he covered
his exposed genitals with a pair of shorts and dashed toward the
window. Sure enough, there was MaryAnn, her angelic features
distorted by her pressing against the windowpane.
"Open up!" she mouthed.
Shaking with anger, Don threw up the window.
"What do you want?" he almost shouted.
"Shhhh ..." MaryAnn whispered. "I just wanted to tell you
that I'll be in my room tonight waiting for you."
"You must be out of your mind ..." Don blurted.
"Don't you think we ought to discuss ... what happened? It
doesn't matter if it's late ... you and Mom have a good time and
after ... we'll talk." With that, she disappeared from sight and
Don heard the sound of light footsteps running back around the
other side of the house. He stood there for a second and then
looked out the window. Peering down at the ground he saw a worn
spot where several pairs of sneakers had stood on several
occasions. Cursing and muttering to himself, he slammed the
window back down, resolving to have it boarded up or at least
frosted the very next day. He hurried into his shorts, a T-shirt,
and with shaky fingers, buttoned up a shirt. When finally he was
ready, he tried to make his harried mind a complete blank and
stepped into the living room.
Laura was sitting in front of the TV. He was surprised to
see that she had followed his orders to the letter. She was
watching the news!
* * *
Over a quiet dinner, Don tried being kind, but it took a
great effort on his part. Everything annoyed him, from Laura's
hair to the steak. When finally the check came, he breathed a
sigh of relief and threw fifteen dollars down on the table. As
they drove home, he knew that Laura was unhappy, but there wasn't
much he felt he could do about it.
At home, Laura creamed her face before her mirror and
observed her husband as he paced nervously behind her. She was
afraid to say anything.
"Listen, honey," Don finally said. "I've got some thinking
to do about work ... do you mind if I go out for a while and get
some fresh air?"
"Why, no, darling," Laura replied, pleased that at least he
had asked. And as Don turned and walked out the door, she
wondered if when he returned that night would he be in a state
similar to the night before. In spite of herself, a delicious
thrill passed through her loins at the thought of the submissive
torment she had suffered and enjoyed.
* * *
When Don returned to the house, he had spent the better part
of an hour at the corner tavern, a dump that he ordinarily never
even glanced at twice. Tonight though, it had looked appealing
and there he'd consumed several stiff drinks before he felt
himself able to return home. He had not come up with any solution
to this problem, but had decided that it might be best to talk to
his young stepdaughter after all. Perhaps he would be able to
reason with her, to convince her of the sheer folly of her
actions.
He tiptoed through the living room and then through the hall
leading to the children's rooms. His head whirling with alcohol,
he stopped in front of MaryAnn's door. A light shone from beneath
it and he wondered if she really was still awake. He hesitated
and then knocked lightly, wishing afterwards that he hadn't. When
there was no answer, he turned and breathing a sigh of relief,
started down the hall. But before he had gone two steps, a small
voice called after him.
"... Daddy? ..."
MaryAnn cracked the door and beckoned him inside. With a
hollow feeling in his belly, Don went in. It was still a little
girl's room with frills and lace and a few dolls thrown in the
corner. Don looked around him curiously and as the door closed
behind him, his heart started beating so loud he thought sure that
she could hear it too. She was wearing a short, babydoll outfit
that just reached the tips of her womanly shaped thighs. Don
gasped as she passed in front of the light and he realized that he
could see her cute little pussy right through it.
He sat down quickly on a straight backed chair trying to
avoid the bed. MaryAnn hopped onto the bed and Don found himself
staring directly into the naked softness of his stepdaughter's
full white thighs. MaryAnn spread them slightly, exposing the
inner pink slit of her vagina framed by sparse, beginning curls of
pubic hair. She sat primly, but for this one glaring exception
and Don wanted to yell at her, to scream for her to close her
legs, but he was only able to stare.
His cock was as hard as a sledge hammer and his mouth had
that cottony feeling again. He could feel the booze racing in his
veins and sitting hard in his stomach. God, he couldn't take his
eyes off of the zero spot between her sweet young legs. There in
the soft light, her little cunt seemed to beckon him on as surely
as though it could speak.
"I'm so glad you came, Daddy ..." MaryAnn said nervously.
She had been waiting for hours, only managing to stay awake by
rereading the sex manual from cover to cover. Rick had long since
given up and gone to his room to bed. But now it looked like it
was all going to pay off. "Daddy" was here ... actually here in
her room with her. She ran her tongue over her lips and then
spread her thighs a little bit wider.
Don rose silently and approached the bed. Grabbing the young
girl by her shoulders, he started shaking her hard, but MaryAnn
let herself go limp and when he paused for a moment, she arched
her body upward, pressing against him and putting her small
pouting lips full upon his.
Her kiss raced through him crazily and his belly and loins
flamed up along with his jerking cock. The frantic words he'd
been about to speak were lost somewhere in space and nothing more
existed but the child whose kiss enraptured his very soul. Slowly
she pulled herself backwards, pulling her stepfather along with
her until she was lying flat on her back and he was half sitting,
half lying upon her, his legs swinging off the bed, his torso
crushing down on hers. Realizing what was happening, he struggled
to right himself, pulling away from her clinging, youthful form.
Her long fingers moved along his arm as dazed, he sat looking down
at her. High-tension lines of electricity seemed strung from his
body to hers as he heard her say:
"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked and without waiting
for an answer pushed him back slightly.
"Look," she offered, lifting her nylon gown and showing him
the snug little mouth of her trembling pussy. She brushed the
little lips of flesh open on each side, exposing the pink inner
aperture to his wondering stare. Inside, her nimble fingers
insinuated themselves, sliding over the tenderest areas.
Don gasped as he viewed the incredible sight of his
stepdaughter's lovely light brown hair-lined pussy. He felt as
though he were strangling.
"Daddy ..." MaryAnn moaned as her fingers toyed with her own
swollen clitoris. "... please, Daddy ... please..."
Don gulped and began ripping off his clothes, throwing them
in a crumpled heap beside the bed. A voice echoed in his head as
he unclothed.
Don't do it ... don't do it ...
But it went unheeded as Don's eyes remained glued to the
young girl's widespread gemlike genitals. She was moaning now and
urging him to hurry and he was lost in the utter beauty of her
voluptuous little body. He sat back on the bed, his cock hard and
hot and heavy in its upright position. Quickly, he removed her
nightgown up over her head, and in an instant, she was nude on the
bed before him.
At the sight of her creamy nakedness, her gentle upcurved
breasts, the tiny waist that gave onto fine delicate hips and
thighs, and in between, the working fingers of her own hand
manipulating the open wound of her tiny pussy ... Don knew he was
going to fuck her! There was no question about it. He HAD to
fuck her.
MaryAnn's desire-filled eyes looked downward toward her
stepfather's belly and there she saw the full huge looming hulk of
his member, red and angry looking, piercing skyward.
"Oh!" she said, reaching her hand down to touch it. "It's so
big! So big!"
Don was sweating. She was touching his cock, her small hand
encircling it slowly.
"Have you ..." he started. "I mean, have you ever ..."
"Oh, yes ... yes..." MaryAnn assured him, "... now hurry,
please ... hurry ..."
Don pushed his hands down beneath her, and climbing onto the
bed, kneeled between the spread legs. The closer he got to her,
the more beautiful she became. Dizzy, he hung over her, his cock
hanging in mid-air ... then he crushed down onto her body,
smashing his mouth onto hers, feeling her smallness squirm
impatiently beneath his weight. He was ravenously hungry for her
as she moved tightly up beneath him, her arms hugging round his
back, her flat naked little belly snuggling against the rock-hard
spear of his penis. Moving downward and panting hard, he let the
tip of his aching cock slide into the velvety moisture of her
tight little vaginal slit, rubbing it up and down along the short
length of it, the enormous mass of his thick pole spreading the
baby cunt lips far apart.
The friction was unbelievable! MaryAnn moaned and groaned
beneath her stepfather's heavy weight, gasping with delight as she
felt the increasing heat in her nubile cunt. Her hips began a
steady rotating motion while her legs slid out sideways and then
suddenly jerked up and clutched around his muscular back.
"Oh, Daddy ... daddy ... I'm ready ... oh, I'm ready for you
..."
Don's heavy cock was resting hard against her nimble body,
and now he let it press up against the narrow aperture of her
tender pussy. It was just too much for him to take ... he
couldn't take it any more. He wedged his hand down between their
tightly pressed bodies, circling his own throbbing cock. His
finger measured the tiny opening of the petite girl's vagina.
"God!" he thought. "I'll never fit!"
"Oh, dear Daddy ... please hurry ... hurry!"
Don groaned as he felt her tiny cunt move eagerly up and down
on his bloated prick. He felt her spreading her thighs apart as
far as she possibly could until he thought she might split in two
from the pressure.
"It's okay if it hurts a little, Daddy ... hurry!" MaryAnn
whimpered fearfully even though her words were brave as she felt
her stepfather's penis was much, much bigger than her brother's.
Yet, she couldn't allow herself the thought that it might not go
in. It had to. It just had to. She strained up against the
older man's body, feeling him start to tense against her. The
tender lips around her throbbing vagina resisted the enormous
instrument for a moment and then suddenly, something gave way,
bringing on pain so enormous that MaryAnn's beautiful young face
turned into the pillow and through her contorted features let out
a long low wail.
Agonized by the torture MaryAnn was going through, Don
stopped all movement, holding perfectly still until he was sure
she was all right, only to hear her whisper through clenched
teeth: "Don't stop, daddy ... don't stop now ..."
Maddened by her words, Don surged forward again. This time,
his stepdaughter's minuscule pussy lips spread even further to
accommodate his splitting ramrod.
"Ooooohhhh ... nnnnnnnggggggggg ... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Despite her efforts not to cry out, MaryAnn couldn't help
herself. She had never felt such pain. She gasped for breath.
"Oh, honey ... oh, I'm sorry, baby!" Don crooned at her, but
the guilt he felt did not erase the ever-growing lust in his
aching loins. Still, he pushed gently against the warm velvet of
her unbelievable tight cuntal channel. Unexpectedly, the huge
blood filled head was making progress into her naked flesh. His
long thick penis slipped forward bit by bit feeling her moist,
quivering furrow squeeze against it. His heavy veined member was
being inundated by the tight snugness of her exquisite young cunt.
"Oooohhhhh ... OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH GOD!!" she cried out,
over and over again. Even though he was inside her, almost
halfway in, her tiny pussy still felt as though it had been ripped
to shreds and she had wanted this so. Automatically, she tried to
hide her pain while her stepdad lay unmoving upon her.
And then, with one massive thrust, the full length of his
massive prick thundered the remaining distance to her waiting
>From grobert@soho.ios.com Mon Sep 30 17:32:14 1996
wonder-world of lust. She was nothing but one big cunt ... and
Don was one big cock ... together they could do anything!
Gradually she became aware of an added sensation. Something
crawling along her thigh. Fingers moved slowly upward along the
gauzy material of her pants ... they teased at the junction of her
legs, at the sprinkling of pubic hair that grazed her upper
thighs, and as she ground her exposed vaginal slit backwards onto
her husband's raging cock, her pelvis rotated hard against the
fingers, making them slip against the passion-moistened mound of
her pussy. A warm flood of fluids surrounded Don's thick pole,
and now this strange and new invasion from the front served to
increase her desire.
Her startled clitoris jumped about, hoping for renewed
contact with the fingers, and then in answer to her silent
thoughts, a hand was slipping beneath the elastic of her harem
pants, pulling them downward, exposing the front of her belly, her
pussy ... whereas the back was already exposed by the gaping hole
rent by her husband's impatient cock.
Rick's fingers worked firmly at his mother's excitedly
slippery cunt now, separating the soft hair-lined flesh that
surrounded the wet slit between. He watched her close her eyes
tightly and let the rolling sensations of pleasure course through
her tingling body.
"Oh ... AAAAAA ... oh, oh, oh!" she began to chant as the
dual manipulations started a double triggering spark inside her
womb. Then she was gasping in surprise. The cock was gone ...
gone from her aching cunt, leaving it open and bare, leaving it
alone and unwanted. Desperately, she clawed behind her. "OH!
Please, PLEASE!" But Don slid his cock down and back until it
reached the hidden entrance of his wife's tightly puckered anus.
His hands guided his cock toward it, and then the large head began
its attempt to bore inside the tiny hairless opening. Once well-
aimed, he grasped his wife firmly around the breasts against him
and ground his pelvis upward.
"NNNNNNNNGH! AAARRGH!" she cried.
Don felt it slowly slipping in ... it was easier now that he
had stretched it several times before. His cock was being
unmercifully manipulated by Laura's tight rectal sphincter. He
rolled over so that he was on his back and she was lying out flat
on her back on his stomach, speared from behind by his prick in
her anus.
After conferring with his sister from his position midway
upon the couch, Rick, trembling like the child he was, climbed up.
His knees slid between his mother's widespread and flailing legs,
and he gazed mesmerized at her beauty. Her eyes were still
tightly closed as she responded to the ecstatic ravagement of her
anal channel. Her hair fell in delightful black curls that framed
her lovely features. Images of such joy and love filled him that
he thought he might burst with pride and longing. His young cock
ached for her, trembled in his hands as his eyes swept over her
partially exposed figure, gyrating lewdly beneath him.
"OH, GOD; SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!"
He could smell the sweet pungent odor of her aroused and
naked vagina rising to meet his nostrils as he hesitated above
her. Her lovely pussy seemed to be calling out to him, and his
cock wavered forward as if drawn by a magnet.
OH, MOM," he groaned, "OH, MOM!"
Then with infinite care, the head of his thick thirteen-year-
old cock was suddenly touching at the softness of his mother's
black hair-fringed cunt lips. Wetness surrounded the excitedly
twitching tip. He could see her belly white and glistening above
the black triangular "vee" of her pussy ... see the red interior
of her cunt ... see everything as his cock slid miraculously and
wonderfully into her trembling orifice!
Slithering upward, his cock was met by a tight incredible
friction ... his father's penis, ramming up into his mother's
rectum from below ... just a thin fleshy partition away!
He was soaring ... flying up into her, his head in the clouds
somewhere, but with his hardened young cock, buried deep within
the velvet snugness of his mother's passionate cunt! His rigid
penis surged inward making his mother like a wild woman beneath
him. He clung onto her firm, full breasts to keep from falling
off, his belly pressing hard into hers while she writhed
uncontrollably beneath him, bucking upward at each thrust of her
husband's cock behind her, and downward when Rick pushed forward!
Rick thought he might die right there on top of her. Never
had any boy been so blessed, he thought as to fuck such a
wonderful mother! Tears streamed down both their faces, as Rick
sobbed, watching her become delirious, slipping into a far distant
world of blissful eroticism.
"UUUUUU ... AAAAA!" Laura groaned, her body turning
voluptuously from side to side, her back arching upward, her
tender genitals jerking spasmodically at the long smooth strokes
that filled both her rectum and her aching pussy.
"OH, MOTHER! OH, MOM!" Rick shouted. He wanted her to open
her eyes ... to acknowledge that it was he fucking her, his cock
making her cry out with such pleasure. Falling upon her, her
breasts bumping up against his small boy's chest, he kissed her
passionately on the mouth, his penis burrowing to the farthest
height it could attain in her streaming cunt.
Laura was dimly aware that her son was calling her name.
Awareness reached her, dimly, and opening her eyes, she saw him
through a blurry haze. Her own darling baby boy clinging to her
naked flesh, his driving penis sinking blissfully into her open
cunt.
"OH, GOD... IT CAN'T BE! IT JUST CAN'T BE!" she cried before
the gigantic climax struck. Her son's penis flexed hard against
her cervix, and her husband rammed simultaneously high into her
tormented bowels. She groaned as the lightening struck, closing
her eyes again and keening, "YES ... LITTLE RICKIE! OH, YES, my
baby!!! Fuck your Mother! MAKE ME CUM ... OH I'M CUMMING RIGHT
NOW ... RIIIIIIIIGHT NOOOOOOOWWWWW!"
Rick didn't know how many times he fucked his mother, or how
many times she screamed out for mercy beneath his wonderfully
potent penis.
It seemed hours ... maybe days later that they were all
rolling nakedly about on the floor, his mother frantically sucking
at his jerking cock, while her own daughter sucked blissfully upon
her pink-flanged pussy ... MaryAnn herself feeling her tiny cunt
being restretched from behind to its ultimate proportions by her
stepfather's enormous cock.
MaryAnn's excited cries rebounded through the room joined by
the moans of her parents and her brother, and soon they were all
whining and wailing together as the ragged edges of Laura's pussy
were wedged together with those of her daughter while Don and Rick
took long satisfying turns at fucking them from behind, plowing
deep into their tenderly entwined cunts.
Laura looked at them all and thought, "Oh, God, I'm happy!
Oh, how I love you all!" Again and again she opened her legs wide
to accept her son's white gushing semen, and each time she seemed
to feel a greater desire for him. Willingly, she tried position
after position, showing him everything she knew, and learning a
few new things herself. Don watched them with a perpetual smile,
while MaryAnn pumped her fourteen-year-old loins lewdly up and
down upon his inflated cock.
From time to time, Laura would take her son's tired young
cock in her mouth, soothing it into a lulling state of sensual
suspension until they both felt rested enough to start again.
Nothing seemed wrong or alien to her now, and even as the effects
of the drug wore off, she began to feel an inner peace she'd never
known ... as though she'd been waiting for this to happen all of
her life.
Toward morning, she led Rick into the bathroom with her, and
while there, allowed him to wash her curvaceous skin in the big
tub, and once he'd finished, she pulled him into the water with
her, and hungrily spread her legs beneath the warm liquid while
his slender penis filled her convulsing pussy and his arms wound
lovingly around her graceful neck.
In the living room in the sixty-nine position, MaryAnn slid
her arms beneath her new father's buttocks, and opening her red
lips wide, began to nibble at the base of his hardened man-sized
cock, flicking her tongue up and down the long throbbing s h a f
t. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM! OOOOOOOH! She cried, as Don reciprocated by
shooting his tongue high into her baby-tight vagina, where it lay
pulsing hungrily above his face.
"OH, DADDY, DADDY!" she sighed at the wet contact of his
tongue. New thrills of lust sparked through her pubescent body,
as suddenly she giggled, and lifting her mouth from his glistening
cock, murmured, "But Daddy, darling ... you never did teach us
about the facts of life!"
Without waiting for a reply, she let her mouth fall upon the
rock-hardness of her father's penis, swallowing it to the hilt.
Don groaned and gave himself up to the delightful decadence of his
new family as in the distance he could hear his wife screaming out
yet another climax beneath the wildly pounding body of her son ...
"God, what a night," flickered crazily through his dazed mind
...
The End
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