BEE-3079 Sleep-In For Daddy by Chuck Selwyn


Chapter 1


Jerry trembled in the closet, quivering with anticipation, because he 
had been waiting for this moment ever since his father announced he had 
to catch a plane this evening. His old man always came into the bedroom 
with his mother, for a goodbye piece of ass before going off on another 
one of his long road trips, and this time, Jerry was ahead of them, 
determined to actually see what the fucking was all about, instead of 
just pressing his ear to the wall and only listening to them screw.

As he crouched in the darkness, wearing only his old bathrobe, he was 
glad his mother's clothes hung here, where he could get an open view of 
the bed. His dad's closet was across the room, and the old man would be 
digging stuff out of it, anyway, soon as he finished taking a quick 
shower. The pair of suitcases were already packed for the old man's 
trip, but Mack Winston always pawed around in the closet to see if he'd 
forgotten anything.

So that made Jerry safe here, among his mother's things, smelling the 
musky perfume that clung to dresses and slacks, and pressing his cheek 
against one of her slick-feeling dressing gowns. That was almost like 
touching her skin, almost like touching her nude body, and his prick 
throbbed in his hand as he squeezed down on it. His crotch ached; his 
belly was drawn tight and his balls felt swollen to twice their normal 
size. The cockhead pulsed in his fingers, but he held off from 
massaging it. Plenty of times, he had jacked off while hearing the sexy 
noises of his mom and dad making it, but now he was going to wait 
awhile.

Sure, he was scared. Jerry had no clear idea of what would happen to 
him if he got caught hiding in their room while they screwed, but he 
suspected that he would get his ass blistered. But that wouldn't be as 
bad as the embarrassment of both of them just knowing he was there, 
sneaking around to get a peep at what really happened when a man put 
his meat to a woman's pussy. And it wasn't as if he was just a little 
kid, getting too curious; he was fifteen years old, and damned near 
grown up. They'd never forgive him for being so dirty, and he might 
even have to split, leave home and take to thumb-tripping and never 
come back.

But he had to see it. Damn it, he just had to. If his mom was one of 
those fat and dumpy mothers, or all grey and wrinkled, the strain on 
him wouldn't have been so strong. As it was, he couldn't sleep, for 
thinking about what was hidden beneath her skirt, and the shape of her 
sleek ass in tight pants drove him right out of his head. Her tits - 
ah, her tits; Jerry stroked his aching prick and smiled at the vivid 
imagery of his mothers fine, full breasts bouncing when she walked, at 
the golden globes that pushed so excitingly against a thin gown. Angela 
Winston never wore a bra; he had often noticed the outline of her 
nipples, and once in awhile, gotten a peek down her dress to where the 
dusky golden valley separated the luscious mounds.

Jerry went taut when he heard the click of the bedroom door, and hoped 
neither of them would notice the closet door standing open just the 
slightest crack. Then his mother walked into the room, moving with that 
particular swaying of the hips that made all men look at her when she 
walked.

He caught his breath when he saw that the front of her pale blue robe 
was already hanging open, and as her sculptured thighs moved whispering 
against each other, Jerry could see the intriguing quick flashes of her 
golden pubic hair. His pulses raced and an artery fluttered in his 
throat; dry-mouthed, he stared at his mother as she strode lithely to 
the bed, where she tamed and gracefully dropped the robe from her 
shoulders.

Jerry was barely conscious of his father coming across the room; he was 
stunned by the sight of his mom standing there so wonderfully, so 
beautifully, naked. Her entire body seemed to glow, to have been 
lovingly polished by the softest of cloths, the lovely flesh glistening 
with health and burnished by a special inner heat of desire. He stared 
at the lifted, rounded modeling of her superb breasts, the lush hills 
of creamy-golden skin so wonderfully filled, the erectile tips of her 
pink nipples.

His mother's belly was just barely rounded, and the sleek hips were 
flared beguilingly, her skin flawless. And there - there - was the 
pouting mound of her fantastic pussy, that forbidden, secret heaping of 
rich bronze curls that cloaked the shaping of her most private part. 
Entranced, hardly daring to breathe, Jerry gazed hungrily at the 
perfection of his mom's gorgeous snatch, seeing how it was snugged 
between the symmetry of her thighs, how the light played among the 
gleaming thatch that hid the suggestion of her cunt lips. She was 
beautiful and sensuous; she was enthralling and naked - and she was 
about to be fucked.

Jerry clamped hard upon his distended cock as he watched his dad peel 
out of his robe and move toward his mother, who held out her smooth 
arms. Mack Winston went into the loving circle, his prick out stiff and 
erect to nuzzle against the warmth of his wife's belly. Her magnificent 
breasts flattened against the dark hair of his chest as she lifted her 
crotch and swung the heated mattress of her crotch against his pelvis.

Jerry's breath got caught in his throat as he saw his old man slide 
hands down his mother's back to cup the twin hills of her provocative 
ass. Drawing the tall, slender body to him, Mack held it close, rubbing 
his cockhead up and down her satin belly. They drifted together to the 
bed, sinking down upon it and lying side by side as they caressed each 
other.

In the closet, Jerry fought to keep from jacking off when he saw his 
mothers slim fingers curling adoringly around the stiffness of his 
father's cock, when he saw the man's fingers probing gently into the 
golden nest of her pubic hair and cupping that exquisite pussy. How did 
it feel, Jerry wondered? Was it hot and juicy against the palm, and did 
it tremble wetly there, moving with a life of its own?

He was glad when they rolled over, when his mom spread the marvelous 
shaping of her thighs and lifted her knees, for then he could see the 
deep pink lips that peeped so cunningly from the matting of her cunt 
hair. But the view was too quick, cut off far too soon, when his father 
crawled in between the long, veed legs.

Daring to push open the closet door another inch, Jerry put his eye to 
the crack and watched his old man position himself, saw him bend down 
the glistening head of his cock and aim it into the woolly pile of 
golden pubic curls.

His father had a pretty small shaft, he thought; it wasn't nearly as 
long nor as thick as his own tool, but his mom seemed to be very happy 
with it. She wiggled eagerly as the distended glans prodded into her 
mound, and rolled her trim ass bewitchingly as the blunt tip began to 
push through the mossy hair and nudge into the humid magic of her pussy 
lips.

It was happening then, really happening - the cockhead sliding up into 
the beautiful pussy, burying its flanged knob into the secret depths as 
Angela wriggled blissfully to get it settled into the silken lining of 
her torrid vagina. Inch by inch, the hard meat glided on inside the 
gripping of that elegant cunt until it slipped completely from sight, 
and Mack's hairy balls had nudged themselves into the cleft of her 
uptilted ass.

"Oh, darling," Angela purred, "it's so good to feel your nice, stiff 
prick in my pussy again. I really love you to fuck me, and it never 
gets old, no matter how often we screw. Ooh, Mack, Mack - lay that 
wonderful meat up into my cunt."

Jerry shuddered; this was the kind of sexy talk he had heard them use, 
when he listened at the wall, and the words coming out of his mother's 
mouth made his own cockhead dance with eagerness. He watched his 
father's small prick begin to glide in and out of the hot clenching of 
that special pussy, and saw Angela arching her back lifting her hips so 
she could take the surging meat deeper into her juicy cunt. Now Jerry 
could hear the small, wet noises his mom's snatch made as it sucked 
upon his dad's pistoning cock, and thought it must be the most exciting 
sound in the world.

"Baby," his old man panted, "no matter how many different chicks I put 
it to, yours is still the best cunt anywhere around. It's hot and tight 
and clinging, and you do so many wild tricks with it. Angela, baby - I 
wish I could take you with me on every trip, so I'd never be out of 
reach of this fabulous cunt."

Staring avidly, Jerry saw his mother wheel her ass and lift those long, 
supple legs high so that she could wrap them around the small of his 
old man's heaving back. She rolled up on her shoulder blades then, 
holding onto her husband's shoulders, gasping as his prick hammered 
steadily into her tremulous hole.

"Then you might not get to sample all that young pussy you run into," 
she said throatily. "I wouldn't want to deprive you of that new stuff, 
honey."

Jerry blinked; his mother was telling his father that she knew he was 
screwing other women, and not only that - Angela sounded as if she 
approved. What the hell did that mean? But he didn't hold to the puzzle 
long; his mind was feverishly holding onto the picture he was watching, 
the slippery, voluptuous plunging of a hard prick into his mom's 
enchanted pussy.

"Oh baby," Mack grunted. "I wish I could screw you forever. I wish I 
didn't have to catch that damned plane - and I wish you'd be more 
careful about fucking around with guys in the neighborhood, especially 
the married ones."

"Stick it to me," Angela hissed, wheeling her trim ass in hungry 
circles and bucking her pelvis against her husband's crotch. "Stick it 
to me deep and strong, darling - oohh! That's the way - that's 
terrific! Ahh - honey, sweet man - I'm coming, coming!"

Jerry clenched his fist around his tortured prick as he saw his old 
man's cock blur back and forth into the heaving, steaming pussy. Mack's 
balls seemed to twist and to leap upward, hnd Jerry realized that his 
father was coming, too, that he was shooting off inside the magical 
slit of his mother's scorching pussy. Man, oh man, he thought; how 
would that feel, to squirt come up inside that velvet sheath, to pump 
all that hot, sticky fluid into her blazing cunt while she moaned and 
wiggled like that, riding the meat even as it continued to spit and 
foam?

They hadn't taken as long as they usually did; most times, they screwed 
for what seemed like an hour or so, playing around a lot before they 
really went at it, then making the bed squeak and rattle while they 
whispered things to each other about what good screwing it was, and 
softer things that Jerry couldn't always hear.

He was thrilled to have seen it, at last, but he was also a little 
disappointed, because it was over so quickly. That was because the old 
man had to catch the plane, he thought, and had hurried through this 
goodbye piece of ass in order to get to the airport on time.

Sighing, Jerry kept his eyes fixed on them as they lay on the bed, 
bare-assed and locked together, his dad's shaft still buried all the 
way up into his mom's golden cunt. He began to stroke his own aching 
cock, moving his hand slowly and teasingly, and wondering where he was 
going to deposit his load of semen. He might let it go into one of his 
mom's fuzzy slippers, hoping that she wouldn't put it on for days, or 
at least until the stuff had dried.

Horny as he was, turned on so powerfully by actually seeing them fuck, 
Jerry still took it slow, making it last, because he also had to wait 
until they left the bedroom before he could sneak out and make it to 
his own room. On the bed, his old man backed the reddened cock from the 
soggy clenching of Angela's inflamed pussy lips and rolled over to lie 
flat upon his back, the small shaft softening perceptibly and dipping 
the shrinking glans over to one side, a droplet of creamy semen still 
dripping from it.

"It's always fantastic," Mack sighed, "and maybe someday, I won't have 
to keep running off on business."

Angela sat up, her full tits swinging, the nipples still enticingly 
hard, and a sheen of sweat golden upon her belly. "But until then, you 
don't want me tangled up in any more divorce actions, right? Damn; who 
would ever have thought that Marcie Smith would get so uptight, just 
because Kent and I balled a few times? She could have divorced him 
without getting all our names in the papers."

Mack patted his wife's damp pussy. "You know I'm all for you getting 
the cock you need, baby, and I think I have the solution. It's going to 
be one hell of a surprise for you, I know - but don't let it shake you 
up too much. just remember that I'll be a lot easier in my mind, if I 
know some jealous wife isn't going to be having another summons served 
on you."

What was the old man talking about, Jerry wondered, his hand slowing 
the caressing of his hard and hungry shaft. Had mom really been laying 
other guys around the neighborhood? Maybe that was why she kept sending 
him off to movies in the afternoons.

Jerry's head was spinning; it was weird to hear his mom say it was okay 
for his dad to fuck other chicks while he was out on the road, and even 
freakier to listen to his old man talk about her screwing other guys. 
But they had always been different from most moms and dads he knew, 
more open and up front about a lot of things. He just hadn't included 
swinging sex, when he'd considered that difference.

Now his prick was threatening to blow off on it's own, and he choked it 
down, taking a deep and steadying breath. Eye to the crack in the 
closet door, he watched his old man climb off the bed, and thought he 
would never be able to leave that lush and lovely body so quickly. 
Jerry ran his eyes up and down the supine form of his beautiful, 
sensuous mother, drinking in the shapings of her firm tits and flat 
belly and the magic compulsion of her golden-haired mound, the lips 
plain now, inflamed and dripping from the fucking that marvelous pussy 
had just received.

Then his view was cut off by the hulking shadow of his father's nude 
body. Was the old man approaching the closet - this closet? He wasn't 
supposed to; the other one was his. Jerry tried to shrink back among 
the silken hangings, tried to make himself very small and hide against 
the far wall, just in case.

When the door creaked, Jerry's heart hammered like a drum gone crazy, 
and in blind, panicked reflex, he pulled his robe tightly around his 
body. Light flooded in on him, and he curled into a ball. But there was 
no real place to hide, nowhere he could run, and his body jerked 
uncontrollably when the big hand reached down to fasten in his robe and 
lift him to his feet.

His legs wouldn't work, and he sagged in his father's grip as he was 
hauled out into the glaring light of exposure. Eyes squeezed shut and 
trembling, he waited for the stinging slap of that big hand, but worse 
than anticipation of the pain was his embarrassment at being 
discovered.

"Easy, kid," his old man said from somewhere high above him. "Just take 
it easy; nothing's going to happen to you - nothing bad, that is."

Angela's voice came shocked from the direction of the bed: "Mack - what 
was he doing in there? How did you know - why -"

Jerry felt himself being lowered to the bed, and hunched miserably 
there, his eyes still shut.

His father said, "He's scared out of his mind right now, but take a 
look at that tool, baby. Even when it's dooping like that, it's big as 
any stud horse's. How'd I know the kid was hiding in the closet? 
Because I shut that door when we left the room, and noticed it was open 
a little when we came back. Besides, I saw Jerry jacking himself off 
the other day, when he didn't know anybody was around, and couldn't get 
over the size of that cock."

Jerry felt his shaft shrinking, folding in upon itself, even though it 
had been so thoroughly aroused only a minute ago, and ready to loose a 
spitting load of heavy semen. Now it was shriveling trying to crawl 
back up into his belly.

His mother said softly, "Wow; I would never have believed a cock could 
grow that big. Mack, do you mean for me - is that what you have in 
mind, to keep me out of trouble in the neighborhood? You want me to - 
to ball our own son?"

"Why not, baby? Look at how the poor kid is shaking, and think how much 
guts it took for him, to crawl into that closet so he could watch us 
screw. He must be so damned horny that he's about to tear himself 
apart, and he's no doubt a cherry, a virgin kid who can't keep his eyes 
off his sexy mom - and nobody can blame him for that."

Jerry hunched smaller and considered making a break for the door, but 
he knew the old man would catch him before he could gather clothes and 
hit the road. Besides, the conversation wasn't going the way he'd 
expected; it was getting damned interesting, even though Jerry was 
still so frightened he couldn't think straight.

His mother said softly, "Why - the poor boy; I thought kids his age 
were out balling each other all the time. But it seems - Mack, you're 
right; it's a terrific idea."

"I thought you'd see it that way," Mack chuckled, "especially when you 
caught a glimpse of that heavy tool the kid is blessed with. But we're 
ignoring the boy, talking about him as if he's only a chunk of meat. 
Jerry - Jerry; what do you think, kid? Are you up to it? Think you can 
handle all this passionate woman while I'm gone, and see that she stays 
out of trouble?"

Jerry's eyelids fluttered, but refused to open. He swallowed and tried 
to say something, but no words came out, and his mother said, "We're 
scaring him to death. Here, darling - lie down beside me and snuggle up 
close; there, baby - there."

He felt the wondrous, perfumed softness of his mother's naked body 
against his own as her deft hands stripped away his robe, and a violent 
electric shock raced through him.

Her hands were caressing his shoulders, his back, and her breath was 
sultry against his cheek. Jerry could feel the marvel of his mother's 
rich breasts against his skin, the miracle of her hard nipples boring 
into his trembling flesh. He was shaking, and couldn't stop, even when 
her deliciously shaped belly came sliding to his own, even when the 
damply torrid and curled silken hairs of her pubic mound touched his 
thigh.

All of Jerry's erotic dreams had turned suddenly, unbelievably, into 
stark reality, and the shock of it held him motionless, turning his 
muscles weak and his flesh rigid - all except the traitor limpness of 
his prick. It hung like a rag, unable to rise, while the rest of his 
body quivered in delicious anticipation.

His mother kissed him lightly and warmly upon the cheek, and then more 
hungrily upon the mouth, the feel of her mobile lips strange and 
thrilling, but not as much as the swift lancing of her hot, wet tongue 
penetrating his unresisting mouth. Her teeth clashed against his own, 
and Jerry's arms came up in reflex to wrap around Angela's slim, long 
body cushioned so excitingly to him.

"Here," his old man said, "roll over, kid. Lift yourself up there 
between those beautiful legs. There - isn't that better? Don't worry 
about going soft; I scared you out of a hard, but it'll come right 
back. Wiggle it up against her soft, hot cunt - yeah, like that."

He was positioned between his mother's plush satin thighs, breathless 
between the veed loveliness of her slender legs, his limp, shaft 
pressed against the enchantment of her gorgeous, forbidden pussy, taboo 
no longer, here for him, touching him, ready for him.

His prick began to lift slowly, and he dared to reach for the tempting 
globes of his mothers heavy tits. They came into his hands, the 
erectile nipples pink and throbbing against his palms, the rich mounds 
textured to his fingers, and Jerry squeezed them gently.

She took her mouth from his to whisper, "Play with them, darling; push 
down the nipples and let them spring up again, handle my tits all you 
want. Kiss them and suck them, Jerry; they're yours again, just as they 
used to be when you were a little baby."

Jerry kissed the creamy column of her throat, and slid his mouth 
questing down to the ripeness of a breast. Lips trembling, he kissed 
one of the compelling nipples, then licked questingly over its 
beguiling tip. Avidly then, he pulled the pink faucet into his mouth 
and sucked blissfully.

"Look at that cock grow," his father said. "I still can't quite believe 
the size of that thing. Baby, that huge prick should keep you occupied 
for a hell of a long time; you won't find anything else like it around 
here."

It was true; Jerry could feel his shaft gorging, distending, reaching 
out to its full and eager length as the body of it thickened and the 
flanged head dilated. Long and round, it nudged along the smoothness of 
his mother's tremulous belly, and the stem of it pushed into the 
resilient mound of her dewy vulva. He was no longer scared, and even 
though he had watched the way his old man shoved the meat home into his 
mom's fantastic cunt, Jerry still wasn't all that sure how to go about 
it.

Lifting his ass, he poked blindly at the pulsating, mound, and his 
cockhead slid through the thrilling fur of the pubic hair, then back up 
along the silken skin of his mom's belly. She was panting heavily now, 
her hips moving back and forth in a sensuous ticktocldng motion, which 
made it more difficult for him to fund the entrance to her cunt.

Jerry flinched when he felt fingers wrap around the root of his stiff 
club, and realized dimly that his father had hold of him, that his old 
man was helping by guiding the cockhead into the eagerly pulsing and 
wonderfully juicy slit of his mother's pussy. He knew the kiss of her 
humid labia, the wondrous softness of those voluptuous cunt lips, and 
the tip of his knob was set into them. They were hot and slippery and 
elastic, a live and anxious little mouth surrounded by hair.

Grunting around the grip he still held upon her nipple, Jerry hunched 
and felt the knob of his prick push into her pussy, and his father let 
go the stem to say, "There, kid; you're on your own now, and you'll 
make it just fine. Give your mom a good, long fuck. I have to shower 
and get the hell out of here, or I'll miss my plane. I'd really like to 
stick around and see you pour all that hard cock to her, but I just 
can't. Next time, maybe."

Jerry's massive prick was gliding slowly up into the softest, hottest, 
most slippery sheath he had ever felt. It was deep and it was tight, 
and enriched by a sticky flowing of pungent oils. The fabulous sleeve 
of it pulled his cockhead ever deeper, clasping itself around the 
following shaft, massaging and caressing greasily.

"Aahh!" Angela gasped. "Ooh, baby - Jerry, darling! Oh! Oh, it's so big 
and long and hard - I never felt a prick like this before. Oooh, honey; 
you're stretching me, stretching your mother's pussy wide. Ah! There it 
is - socked all the way home to the balls, and I can feel your glans 
pushing into my womb. Oh darling, baby - what a wonderful, big prick 
you're giving to me."

Blissfully, Jerry ground his pelvis into his mom's padded crotch, 
knowing the snuggling of his balls into the uplifted crack of her 
opulently feathered ass. It was true, true! He really had his aching 
cock buried to the hilt inside the most beautiful, the most desirable 
pussy in the world. And his mom's cunt was even more than he had 
expected, more adorable and lascivious than he could ever have 
imagined. It gripped his prick like fondling, buttered fingers, sucked 
upon his cockhead like a thirsty mouth, and now she was grinding her 
pelvis into his, hunching up to him and lifting those supple, shapely 
legs to wrap them around his slender body.

Her ass swung and heaved, and that boiling pussy churned around his 
moving prick. Jerry fed his shaft back and forth into the hotly 
clenching hole still dripping with the added lubrication of his 
father's recent ejaculation, and thrilled to the gripping of her legs, 
to the squirming of her beautiful body beneath his own.

"Such - a - big - prick!" She gasped. "Oh, you're hitting bottom with 
every stroke, baby. Oohh - I can't stand it! You're too much, darling - 
you're making your mother come - come!! But don't stop - keep fucking 
me - oh, keep right on fucking me!"

He felt her cunt seething around his pistoning shaft, sizzling juices 
flowing copiously as his mother seesawed her crotch and twisted her 
blazing pussy greedily upon his submerged cockhead. She locked her 
sleek legs around the small of his back and tried to pull him 
impossibly deeper into her vagina as she crested violently upon the 
tidal wave of a tremendous orgasm.

Jerry obeyed her instructions, jamming his swollen club deeply and 
steadily into her adored snatch, shoving his gorged meat into the 
greasy socket of her fluctuating pussy, reveling in the strength and 
power of his prick. His mom loved his meat; she was coming on it, 
whipping her trim and lovely ass around in spasmed arcs, and he took 
hold of her thighs to spread them even wider, now slamming his shaft in 
and out with a fierce hunger he had carried for years, just waiting for 
this moment.

Angela grunted and twisted, beating the mattress with her fists and 
arching her slim body to take every corkscrewing thrust into her 
inflamed cunt. "Oh - you horny little bastard! Oh, you adorable bull! 
You're fucking me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before. 
Aahh, darling - darling! C - coming! I'm coming again, and again - 
oohh!"

He rolled his ass and held his cockhead into the voluptuous basket of 
his mother's vagina, feeling the swift onrush of the semen lifting from 
his convulsing balls. His knob flexed mightily, and a thick, hissing 
torrent of come roared out to splash into the slick pocket of his 
mother's pussy, bathing the walls with bubbling cream, flooding the 
entire trembling sheath.

Jerry had done it; he had fucked his mother, and she had fucked him 
back.



Chapter 2


He didn't want to ever take it out of her; his prick felt so wonderful, 
buried to the balls within the marvelous grasping of his mother's 
beloved pussy, locked tenderly into the greasy, hot depths of that 
previously forbidden cunt his father had fucked so often, this 
deliciously thrilling gash that other men had screwed, too. Now Jerry 
was one of them, and he vividly remembered his mom calling out in the 
throes of her passion that she had never been fucked so hard and so 
deep.

The come inundating that precious vagina was mixed, his own bubbling 
juices blended with the thick jism of his dad, and luxuriously, Jerry 
wiggled his swollen cockhead into the syrupy puddle of creams. He moved 
his narrow chest back and forth across the luscious moundings of her 
magnificent breasts, feeling the stiffness of her yielding nipples. The 
pressure of her soaked and matted pelvis against his own crotch was 
stimulating, delightful, and he reveled in the wet texture of her cunt 
hair, the silken entrapment of her full, sleek thighs.

Angela was one terrific piece of ass, everything he had ever dreamed, 
wildly passionate and sensuous beyond belief; she had ridden the 
impalement of his cock madly, trying to devour its length and thickness 
with the suctioning power of her cunt, trying to grind the meat off 
inside her by the wheeling of her crotch and the heaving of her madly 
gyrating ass. Jerry held his shaft inside her, kept his arms around his 
mothers slim waist, and marveled at the luck that had allowed him to 
stick her.

Her fabulous snatch pulsed around his embedded prick and she whispered 
to him, "Oh darling - my own boy, my sweet kid. Who would ever have 
thought that you'd have such a wonderful, huge cock to thrill your 
mother with? And for your daddy to instigate this, to turn us on to 
screwing each other - that's wonderful, too. It's difficult for me to 
believe this is happening, that I really have my legs locked around my 
own son's body - but then I feel the size and the hardness of your 
magnificent prick inside my cunt, and I know it's true."

"Mommy," he whispered back snuggling into the ivory column of her 
throat and smelling the musky perfume of her golden hair, knowing the 
compelling scent of her aroused sweat. "Mommy, I dreamed so long of 
doing it to you like this. You're the most beautiful, sexiest girl in 
the world."

She wriggled beneath him, the mattress of her pelvic bone sliding, the 
walls of her soaked vagina caressing his submerged pole. "I'm glad you 
think so, Jerry, and I feel honored to have been the woman to take your 
cherry. Oh my - when I think of all the times you must have 
masturbated, all that gorgeous come you wasted by jacking off, when you 
could have been pumping the sweet stuff into me - I just feel terrible, 
because I should have known you were horny, should have sensed that you 
really needed to be fucked."

Jerry shivered; just having his own lovely mother talking to him this 
way was almost enough to make him come again. "Ever - ever since I was 
old enough to know what a hard-on was for, I needed to fuck you, mom. 
Nobody else would do, no young girls, nobody; I had to have you, 
because you're the best and most beautiful."

With a deft, rolling twist of her svelte hips, Angela unseated his 
cock, plopping the stiff and chipping meat back out into the air. "Ooh! 
I hated to let it go, but you have to rest a little, and there are so 
many things your mommy wants to teach you, baby. And I want to take 
another good look at my darling's giant prick, just to be sure I'm not 
dreaming, that every hard inch of that spectacular thing is real."

Awkwardly, Jerry rolled over onto his back, his heart thumping and 
hammering as his mother's golden, gleaming body came to its knees 
beside him, as his mother's slim, fluttering fingers moved in awe over 
the distended shaft of his gorged prick. Staring up at the way her 
full, rounded tits hung down, centered by those twin tips of pink 
perfection, he spread his thighs so that she could touch him wherever 
she wanted, and hoped that he wouldn't shoot off all over her hand and 
arm. That's how much the kiss of her hands turned him on, and he 
shuddered again, knowing the thunderous racing of blood throughout his 
entire, tensed body.

"Wow," she breathed raptly, "I never even saw a prick like this one 
before. It's a glorious monster, Jerry - so long and thick that I 
wonder how I took it all; ummm - feel those veins all swollen, and the 
way the head of it spreads out so, all velvety and spongy, but with a 
hard core of steel inside it. And you're still leaking some semen, a 
drop or two of little-boy come."

Her hands wandered up and down his club, and Jerry was proud of the 
meat, glad he could make her happy with it, shaking as she caressed the 
length and strayed her exploring fingertips over the knob.

"No wonder you throw such a tremendous load of semen," she said then, 
delving between his thighs to play with his balls. "You have balls like 
a bull, or a stallion, maybe. You can flood any woman's pussy with all 
the juice these testicles can hold, baby. Oohh! If I had only known, if 
I'd had the slightest idea that my own kid was carrying all this meat 
between his legs, I'd have come into your bedroom some dark night and 
raped you. And if your daddy was hung like you are, I'd screw him to 
death."

Jerry swallowed. "I - I didn't know I had a big cock. I just thought 
that daddy's was small."

"Oh no," his mother said, stroking his flexing rod. "Your father's 
prick is a little bigger than average, I'd say. Of course, size alone 
doesn't mean all that much. A man can turn on a woman with just a stub, 
if he uses it properly. But a young stud like you, with so much 
fantastic cock staying hard so long - once you really get into 
screwing, youll have to beat off the girls."

"I don't want any other girls," he insisted. "Only you, mom. Nobody 
else could ever thrill me the way you do."

"That's nice to hear," she said softly, and played with his cock, "but 
you'll soon be wanting to slide this lovely meat into some different 
cunts, darling. I'll always be available to you now, but I wouldn't 
want to deprive you of fucking other women. Sometimes just the variety 
of screwing makes it better. That's what your daddy and I agreed upon, 
soon after we were married, that if we wanted to fuck someone else, it 
was okay, and it's worked out great for us both. Look what it's meant 
to us today - to you and me."

"D - don't tickle me so much," Jerry pleaded. "I might go off in your 
hand."

His mother straightened up. "We wouldn't want that to happen, would we? 
There's much better places for your semen to go, baby. Oh my; we may 
stay in this bed all day. Jerry my dear - do you want your mommy to 
teach you everything, all she knows about sex?"

"Please." he said. "Please, mom - I want to make you as happy as I can, 
any way I can, but you'll have to show me how. I mean, I just don't 
know anything. I couldn't even get the head of my cock into your juicy 
pussy at first; daddy had to help me guide it in."

"Wasn't that nice of him?" she said, still gazing down at his throbbing 
prick. "I'm really sorry he couldn't stay around to see his son put the 
cock to his wife, but your father will be back in a week or so. Then we 
can really ball, the three of us together. But I'm talking too much, 
when I can see your sweet young cock tremblin so eagerly. All right, 
baby - let's see if I can take all that gorgeous meat up my pussy, if I 
climb on top of you. Mommy wants to demonstrate all the positions to 
you, Jerry - show you how many ways there are to fuck. They're fun to 
go through, even if you happen to like one way better than another. 
Just remember this, baby: nothing is wrong, if both of us want to do 
it. That's the basis of all truly sensual fucking."

"All right, mom," he whispered, as she put one silken knee upon each 
side of his body and poised the damply glistening wonder of her golden 
crotch above him. She looked so damned lovely that way, with her 
breasts sticking out and her smooth belly rolling; he could see the 
inflamed pink lips of her pussy shining.

"Let me do it all, at first," she said down to him. "Your cock is so 
big, it might hurt, if you just slam it home."

He shook like a leaf in a hurricane when his mother took his prick in 
her hand and held it aimed up at the compelling entrance to her snatch, 
lowering her body slowly and carefully until the blond hairs touched 
the blunt end of his cockhead. He could swear that there was steam 
coming out of her cunt as she squirmed to settle the point of his glans 
into her labia, and thought again that nothing else could be so 
wondrously soft, so gloriously elastic. His mother's pussy; his 
mother's pussy - coming down upon the wildly excited bulb of his hard 
shaft, pressing down and down until he could feel the magic cunt lips 
spreading, until he knew again the slick, thrilling heat of her vagina 
encompassing his knob.

"Ummm," she murmured, and rolled her sculptured ass to force the 
flanged glans up into the depths of her glowing body. "Oh yes, I can 
take my boy's big meat - I'll take every inch of it, even if it rips me 
wide open. Oh! Oh, darling, my baby - oh, my horny, stud-cocked son - 
if's going in my pussy, sliding up and up as if it's never going to 
stop. Uhh! I can feel it against my cervix, feel your beautiful prick 
stretching my vagina and pressing hard into my clit. Oohh - I can 
almost come right now!"

Somehow, his hands were cupping the marvel of her ass cheeks, and as 
she bent forward, Jerry reached hungrily up to pull one of her hardened 
pink nipples into her mouth, to suck avidly upon its magic sweetness as 
his shaft was buried full length into the matchless intimacy of her 
juicy, hot snatch.

"I'm so full," his mother panted, "so packed with your meat, you sweet 
boy. Oh - every wiggle rubs my clit and drives me crazy! Oh - umm - 
uhh! Baby, baby - so much cock at one time, so much beautiful hard 
prick inside my cunt - oh darling, darling!"

Her silken ass was grinding in his hands, and her pelvis was humping 
and thrusting into his own, so Jerry simply hung on, sucking greedily 
at her tit and luxuriating in the slippery movements, the gulping 
sensations made by his mom's avid pussy. The walls of it contracted 
upon his prick, and the juices flowed bubbling hot; he found himself 
poking up at her vagina a little, found that his own ass was moving 
from side to side as the ballooned head of his cock eased around inside 
the exquisite gripping of that enchanted cunt. She was sweet and she 
was wiggling, and every frantic motion of that adored body sent sharp 
thrills bombing through Jerry.

Digging his fingers into the resilient cheeks of her surging ass, he 
hung on and tried to draw the whole globe of her satin breast into his 
mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across the trembling nipple. 
Oh, it was good, good, and when his mother pumped vigorously, when she 
strained her crotch against his, he knew that she was coming again. It 
must have been a mighty, gut-tearing orgasm, because after she 
shuddered to completion, Angela sagged, her body sliding off him and 
over to one side.

Jerry clung to her suddenly quiet body, his cockhead throbbing deep 
within her wet cavity. Sliding one hand down from buttock to thigh, he 
lifted the long, supple leg across his body and continued to stroke up 
into her.

Her eyelids fluttered, and Angela opened her dazed eyes to stare into 
his own. Her full lips were soft and slack, but there was a new and 
vital life stirring within her greasy cunt, a new shivering that pulled 
at his thrusting pole with renewed vigor and urgent need.

"Oohh! Oh, baby - you're still fucking me, still feeding that massive 
club up into your mommy's pussy - and I love it, love it! Fuck me, 
darling - Jerry, my own sweet, horny son - fuck me until I pass out."

Jerry laid the meat to her, sliding it back and forth within the soapy 
glove of her eager cunt, delighted that he hadn't come as quickly as 
she had, very pleased that he was able to make her hit one foaming 
climax after another. He felt strong, powerful, and he adored the 
heaving of her flexible box as it worked around his driving cock. He 
had a lot of screwing to catch up on, years and years of fucking this 
fabulous snatch the way his daddy had, the way her other lovers had 
gotten into her. Now this passionate gash was his, too - and he could 
jam it and prod it and make it shake all over his prick.

"C - coming!" she gasped. "Oh Jerry, I'm coming again - AHHH"

This time, when her beautiful snatch shuddered and pulled at his 
embedded cockhead, Jerry plunged the shaft to his balls and drew her 
pussy over it like a glove. Jerking, his testicles leaped upward and he 
could feel the compressed liquid within them hissing up along his cock 
to burst joyously out of the vibrating glans.

A boiling spurt of semen exploded against her womb, and the stuff 
poured out in jets of thick, rich liquid to bathe her vagina with 
creamed honey. Jerry felt as if his prick was a rocket, as if his come 
was bursting stars, and he panted as the juice continued to flow. He 
was pumping his semen into his mom's trembling pussy, flooding it with 
his male fluids, drowning its silken walls with his come, and she loved 
every drop, adored each squirting globule.

Jerry closed his eyes in utter bliss, riding the waves of slowly 
subsiding passion, his cock buried to the thick hilt within the world's 
most perfect pussy. His balls drained themselves and began to shrink, 
but his prick seemed hard as ever, hungry as ever for the caresses of 
his mother's hypnotically beguiling snatch. He was floating, drifting 
in a warm and sticky nirvana, the most blessed of all horny boys, loved 
and in love as never before.

Damply, she said against his cheek, "Sweetheart, that was wonderful. I 
just came and came; one solid fucking from you is as good as balling a 
dozen other guys. I never popped so many times in a row, and I'm so 
weak that I don't think I can even get off this bed. But who wants to? 
Not me; I want to have and to hold your fantastic cock hour after hour. 
Oh wow; I thought I was a pretty hot chick before, but now - you're 
turning your mother into a nymphomaniac, do you know that? But don't 
stop, baby; dont ever stop. You're the best lover a woman could ever 
have."

Kissing her cheek, her closed eyelids, he ground his cockhead sloshing 
around inside her vagina where all the semen was packed. "Never, mom; I 
want to keep on screwing you, too."

Sighing against him, Angela went limp, and Jerry stopped pumping his 
meat into her; he simply caressed the ass he had been mesmerized by for 
so long, and was content to fondle the pair of elegant tits that had 
entranced him for years. She'd said he was a great lover, a fine 
screwer, and that made him proud. He could turn her on as much as she 
did him; he could make his mother wiggle and moan and come like his 
daddy did, and now there was nothing to stand between them.

She was his to fuck, to kiss, to caress any way he wanted. He could see 
her pussy and hold her ass and rub his chest into her nipples. It was 
all there for him, every adorable, beautiful inch of her gleaming, 
golden body. No longer did he have to lie in the dark and listen to 
this bed squeaking as his dad poured the cock to her; no longer did he 
have to jack off, to relieve the tensions that built up so fast and so 
powerfully that they got out of control.

Wasting his come like that was a shame, his mom said; she had hot, 
loving places to squirt it into, and she was willing to teach him 
everything she had learned about screwing. That must be a lot, he 
thought, letting his prick melt within her drenched snatch; she had 
fucked other guys besides his dad, and different men must have balled 
her in different ways. But he was happy with what had been accomplished 
so far - crawling on top of that twisting body and putting it between 
her polished thighs; having her ride him on top and roll her ass down 
against his balls.

If there was still more to come, he'd be delighted to find out what it 
was. Jerry clung to his mother's naked body and smiled.



Chapter 3


It was some time later when Angela gently disengaged herself from him, 
and Jerry felt the soft sliding out of his prick as it left the hairy 
wet basket of his mother's buttery cunt. She kissed him lightly upon 
the face, upon the mouth, and gave him another lingering taste of her 
honeyed tongue, stroking his supine body as she did so.

"I know we both want to just keep screwing," she said, her deep blue 
eyes languorous upon his own, her mouth softened and lushly red, "but 
we have all the time we need for it, baby. And we're going to take it. 
Nobody can bother us here, but I'll lock all the doors, to make sure. 
Then we can have something to eat, and take a bath so we can be fresh 
for each other again. And then we'll fuck until we simply can't. How's 
that strike you, Jerry?"

Sleepily, he answered, "Great. Mom, oh mom - there's no way I can ever 
thank you, for loving me like this, really loving me."

She leaned over and ran her fingers across the drooping length of his 
drained cock and said, "I'm just as grateful to you, darling - 
especially for this magnificent young prick. You've given me by far the 
best fucking I've ever known, and I'm very anxious for more of the 
same." Hesitating then, her hand playing gently with his bent shaft, 
his mother went on seriously, "But dear - I want you to get something 
straight right now. You are the most fantastic screw I've had, and 
you'll get even better with time and training. But there's to be no 
jealousy of your father, understand? I love him, too; I love fucking 
him, too - and he realizes that I have a need to take on other men, 
sometimes. I accept the fact that he enjoys putting the prick to other 
women, and I think our marriage has been made a lot stronger by that 
kind of open understanding. Jerry, I'm a lot of woman - and I can 
handle more than one man at a time; I have pussy enough for all of you. 
So, no way do you try to make this private and jealous and you only, 
right?"

He nodded. "I understand, mom. I'm just beginning to know how lucky I 
am, being able to screw my own beautiful mom. I - well, I guess I was 
jealous of dad, getting into that wonderful cunt, when I couldn't. But 
now that you've fucked me, and especially since he set it up for us, I 
can't be jealous of him anymore. Something you said before - about when 
he came home and the three of us balling together - I've been thinking 
about that, and it really turns me on."

She kissed him again, working her agile tongue around the inside of his 
mouth, tasting of hot, sugared spices and pure excitement. "That's the 
way, darling," she murmured against his lips. "Now I'll bathe, and 
while you're having a shower, I'll fix us a snack to keep up our 
strength. And after that - well, we're going to have a lot more fun."

Jerry lay awhile on the bed, that bed he had so often heard squeaking 
while his father poured the cock to his mother's writhing, passionate 
body. He could smell her aromatic sweat and the scent of her perfumed 
cunt oils, breathe in the musky perfume she used, and he ran his hands 
over the wrinkled sheets, feeling her warmth left there. Had she 
screwed other guys in this same bed? No doubt, he mused, and that was 
okay, because she had enough hot and wiggly pussy for all.

He fondled his cock, feeling the dried slickness upon it, knowing that 
it had fired two spitting loads of bubbling come far up into his 
mother's surging cunt. When she had walked away from the bed, heading 
for the bathroom with that fine sleek ass swinging from side to side 
and jiggling enticingly, he had caught just a glimpse of that lushly 
haired pussy of pure gold, and seen a creamy froth caught in the wealth 
of pubic hairs - the foamy residue of his semen, and possibly some of 
it left over from when his dad had fucked her.

Listening to the splashing of water in the bath, he pictured that 
lovely warm body all soapy and slippery, and trembled at the image. 
Maybe she would let him bathe her; he'd like that very much. But she 
hadn't said anything about it yet, and Jerry didn't want to do or say 
anything that might threaten what he already had. Oh wow, he thought - 
it was really, really true! He had gotten to ram his meat into his 
mother's superb pussy, feeling the head of it socked home as she 
twisted upon it; he'd known the feel of his balls in the hairy crack of 
her heaving ass and gotten to suck her tits. All the dreams were coming 
true, and the reality of it left him a little stunned.

Like his dad leading him over to the bed where she lay naked and 
freshly fucked, with steam rising from her golden snatch; like his 
dad's fingers wrapping around his iron-hard pole and guiding the 
swollen knob to the right place in her juicy slit. It didn't seem real, 
but it was."

Jerry owed his father for that; if Mack hadn't pushed him into it, he 
would have never gotten to fuck the best, the hottest and most juicy 
cunt in the world. Take care of your mom, his dad said; keep her busy 
and satisfied with that big cock, so she won't be screwing more 
husbands in the neighborhood and getting her name in the paper again. 
He would do just that, Jerry promised silently.

She came glowing from the bathroom, and he caught his breath at the way 
she looked, all scrubbed and naked as she was. His mom's fine breasts 
stood full and high,, with the ripe pink nipples centered in their 
globes; her belly was almost flat, dipping with just the right curve 
down to that intriguing forest of curly cunt hair like burnished metal. 
There was a towel wrapped turbanlike around her head, and when she saw 
him staring at her pussy, Angela smiled.

"After," she promised. "You can do it all to me, baby, and I'll show 
you how. Suppose you take your shower now? And don't get so excited 
that you jack off; remember what I said about wasting any of that 
precious juice. You can pump it all into your mother."

Hurrying through his shower, Jerry found that his cock was lifting, and 
caressed it gently with soapy fingers. Just seeing his mom naked would 
always make him raise a hard, he thought, and it got harder when she 
talked to him like that, using all the good words and speaking to him 
as an equal, as a hot-assed woman to her horny lover. She was and he 
was, and he dried quickly, draping the towel around his hips as he 
trotted to the kitchen.

Surprisingly, he discovered that he was ravenous, and gulped down the 
steak sandwich and salad, chasing them with two glasses of cold milk.

It was strange but very sexy, sitting at the table with his mom nude 
across from him, seeing her tits right out in the open, instead of just 
their outlines beneath a robe. Jerry's cock lifted the towel from his 
lap as he watched the beguiling melons dip and sway with her movements, 
as he stared into the slicky shaven pit of her arms when she lifted 
them. He wondered what it would feel like, to slip his cockhead under 
her arm, and quivered when he realized he could do it, that he could do 
anything he wanted to this compellingly beautiful and sensuous woman 
across the table.

Finishing his milk, he said, "I'm glad you're not one of those dumpy, 
straggly haired moms like so many of the other kids have. I'm glad 
you're so lovely and sexy."

"Me, too," Angela said, "if for no other reason than to turn on my son 
like this. I can see your cockhead rising, dear. Sure you've had enough 
to eat?"

"Oh yeah," he said quickly. "Want me to do the dishes?"

"I'll put them in the washer," she answered. "I'm just as anxious to 
get to it as you are, Jerry. Just looking at that massive prick again - 
it does things to me inside, turns my pussy all wet and throbbing and 
makes my tits hard. Such a satiny knob, and so damned big, so very 
strong. Every woman worth the name is envious of me right now, because 
that lovely young cock is mine."

Knees shaking, Jerry got up from the table, and, she took him by the 
prick, holding lovingly to it, using it like a steering handle to guide 
him back to that magic bedroom.

"Hard as a rock," she whispered, "but covered with silk; a wonderful, 
fabulous prick, my darling. And I'm going to do something different to 
it now."

Jerry let her stretch him upon the bed, giving up completely his own 
control of his body as she spread his legs wide and kneeled beside him. 
His shaft pulsed strongly, standing erect as a flagpole, but his mother 
bent it flat between their bellies as she climbed between his legs and 
lay upon him. Was she going to cram his prick up into the slippery oven 
of her cunt and ride it again? Jerry didn't know, but anything she had 
in mind was just great with him.

Kissing him all over his face and reaching into his ear with the tip of 
her tongue so that his asshole drew up tight and goosebumps broke out 
all over his taut body, Angela finally brought her mouth to his. This 
time, Jerry met the hungry thrusting of her wet tongue with an avid 
reaching of his own. Their teeth clashed, and he probed around inside 
his mom's panting mouth. Lost in the kiss, it seemed to him that she 
broke it too soon.

Then he gasped as she began to lick at his throat, to nip lightly, 
along his collarbone, worrying the skin between her white, sharp teeth. 
His hips rolled from side to side as his mother's mouth trailed down to 
one of his nipples, and he knew the jolt of a woman sucking there, 
biting there while her deft hands roamed his body, up and down and 
across, cupping and fondling.

She was at his rib cage next, licking hotly and making him flinch, and 
her fingers were playing between his thighs, tickling into his filled 
balls and up along the distended shaft of his aching cock.

When his mom lapped over his belly, Jerry dug his fingers into the 
sheet and arched his back, reacting only by instinct, knowing only that 
she was thrilling the hell out of him, and as her tongue bored into his 
navel, he shuddered from head to toe. Dried now and freed from the 
turban, her glittering hair draped softly over his hips and thighs, a 
silken tent of wondrous softness and texture. Angela's sharp 
fingernails were tracing hot lines over his hipbones and down around 
the cheeks of his tensed ass, and he gulped sharply for air as she 
nuzzled down into his crotch, her breath warm and tingling there, the 
brushing of her lips a tantalizing caress of impossible tenderness.

He jerked when his mother drew one of his balls into her lips, to pull 
it into her mouth gently where she ran her tongue over the hairy and 
wrinkled sack. Sucking his testicle, she toyed with the base of his 
vibrating shaft, then changed over to pay homage to the other nut. 
Angela nibbled along the stem of his cock, laving it with her tongue, 
chewing lightly upon the hard meat, moving up and down the pulsating 
length of his pole until Jerry thought he would go crazy.

He felt her breath stirring over the ballooned head of his prick, and 
heard her murmur, "I'm going to eat you now, darling. Your mommy is 
going to pull that big, beautiful glans into her mouth where she can 
lick it and chew it and suck on it until you come."

Gasping, Jerry said, "B - but, mother! You - I mean, come in your 
mouth?"

"Of course, baby," she purred, "I love the taste of semen, and I know 
yours is going to be super delicious. Don't fret, darling - just let it 
squirt down my throat."

With that, she raked her wet tongue over his cockhead, and Jerry 
squirmed wildly, then stiffened out when his mother drove the tip of it 
down into his slot. Then she took the entire knob into the softness of 
her lips, sliding the throbbing bulb over the roor of her mouth and 
along her tongue. Back it went, and back, until Jerry felt the tip of 
his cockhead touch the velvet cup of her throat.

His hands clenched the sheet, and his hips lifted in blind, erotic 
response. He had never known such stimulation, never before experienced 
such a wild, wet thrill as the feel of his mom's mouth building up 
suction upon his prick, the stroking of her mobile and experienced 
tongue.

Head spinning, his chest rising and falling as he panted, Jerry 
realized that she was eating his cock, that his own beautiful mother 
was chewing tenderly upon his shaft and licking the head teasingly. His 
heart pounded and his hands groped for the rich cascade of her golden 
hair, his upper body lifting of its own accord. Her inner cheeks dipped 
in and out as Angela started bobbing her head up and down, making a 
sensual rhythm that was very much like that of fucking, but somehow 
very different.

Screwing her in the mouth, he thought madly: he was fucking his mom in 
the face, and his belly took up the beat, rolling and grinding as he 
fed her the stiff meat she enjoyed so much. Angela moaned around his 
surging cockhead, her flngers stirring his balls, her head working up 
and down. She loved the flavor of come, she'd told him, and she was 
anticipating the taste of his. It was building in his balls, and he 
held her hair in both hands as he thrust back and forth into the 
adoring suction of her mouth, into the slick hotness, the foamy 
pressure.

"MM - mom!" he hissed. "Oh mother darling - I'm about to come. Oohh! 
You're eating me alive, and it's so freaky, so wild - ahh! Here comes 
my semen, mom - I'm going to let it go right in your mouth!"

She groaned some kind of answer as he shuddered and forced his cockhead 
against the goblet of her silken throat. The glans swelled even bigger, 
and flexed as it streamed a thick rivulet of hot semen into her mouth. 
Avidly, she pulled upon it, gulping and swallowing as the rich young 
juice hosed into her throat, as it bathed her tongue and covered her 
teeth and filled her cheeks with the vital cream.

Jerry kept pumping the syrup of his balls into her siphoning mouth, 
spurting the sticky milk that she drained as fast as it came forth, and 
he twisted her head back and forth in his hands, gasping and see-sawing 
his crotch against her chin.

"Oh! Oh, you beautiful bitch, you adorable cocksucker - ahh, mom, mom! 
You're sucking my prick dry, pulling my come right down into your 
tummy. Oohh, it's so crazy, so terrific!"

His mother continued to gobble his meat, even when he sagged back and 
let go her hair to lie flat upon the bed. He brought his knees up so 
that he could clamp her head between his thighs, and she kept right on 
sucking, sucking.

Jerry was in another world, a dream universe where the wildest 
fantasies came true. He had been so wrapped up in imagining what it 
would be like to sink his virgin prick into his mother's forbidden 
pussy, that he had never even created an image inside his head about 
her eating it. But she had, and now he felt as if his very backbone had 
been melted so that it could run out of the head of his cock. He was 
weak all over, and still she licked at his knob, still she caressed his 
balls and his crotch.

What a hell of a woman, he thought dazedly. Every night that his dad 
was in off the road, she fucked him silly, and no doubt she ate her 
husband's prick - the way she had just eaten her son's. She sent him to 
movies in the afternoons so she could get other guys between those 
long, supple thighs and screw them good. And she had been more than 
willing to fuck her boy, once she got a good look at his inexperienced 
cock. No other woman could be anywhere near as passionate, he decided, 
and told himself again how lucky he was to have such a hot-cunted 
mother, how lucky his father was, to have a wife like her. Jerry hoped 
that when he grew up and got married, he could find a woman like his 
mom; he would never be satisfied with anything less.

But for right now, for weeks and months and good, hot years to come, he 
had everything he could ever want or need, right here in this bed. When 
his father came back, they could do things to her between them, maybe 
one of them pouring the prick to that juicy pussy while the other guy 
fed her meat in the mouth; they could change over, taking turns between 
her throat and her golden snatch. Jerry thought he was going to like 
that.



Chapter 4


She had snuggled up to him, her long, slender body more extended than 
his own, yet Jerry didn't feel small anymore; he had the length of his 
prick to make up for any differences in size. Besides, he loved every 
inch of that lush and lovely body, its slender yet shapely legs, the 
high, firm tits, and most of all, his mother's impossibly beautiful 
pussy, so rich and deep and clinging. That treasure was precious as the 
curls of golden hair that shielded it, softer than eiderdown, slippery 
as come itself, and Jerry adored it.

He murmured into the muskiness of her perfumed hair, "I might have 
thought that was dirty, before. Going off into your mouth like that. 
But now I don't; it made me feel like I was loved more than - ever, 
better than ever, because you wanted me to squirt it down your throat."

She rubbed the erect nipples of her fine breasts into his hairless 
chest and slid the dewy mound of her elegant cunt along one of Jerry's 
thighs. "I wanted to drink your semen," she said. "Now it's in my 
stomach, where it will be digested and pass into my bloodstream. That 
way, a vital part of you will always be a part of me."

Sticky against her belly, his cockhead throbbed in response; it was a 
beautiful, sensuous thing for her to say, and it thrilled Jerry to 
think of it like that.

His mother went on, her voice throaty, as if it had been oiled. "The 
first time I did that to your father, I thought he was going to climb 
the wall. It was right after we were married, and of course, you 
weren't here yet. I might have already been pregnant with you, though; 
the pill wasn't around, and we never bothered with rubbers or anything 
like that. Your dad and I were only interested in fucking as often and 
as long as we could. I guess that's when he realized I wasn't the shy 
girl bride, because I had to learn how to eat cock from someone. So 
after I drained his balls that flrst time, I admitted that I had been 
fucking since I was thirteen years old, but only with one man. Man, not 
another kid, because the guy who took my cherry was my uncle. He was 
about forty then, and a real horny lover. Uncle Harry taught it all to 
me, just as I'm showing you now, darling. I loved every minute of those 
instructions, and my father never knew just why I was so close to his 
brother, or why I cried so much when he moved away."

Jerry cupped his mother's tits, fingering the stiff nipples and trying 
to picture her as a young girl, but the image wouldn't quite come 
through. He said, "So your uncle showed you how to suck him off, and 
all that. Wasn't dad jealous, when you told him?"

She stroked her flngernails teasingly down over the cheeks of his ass 
and said, "No; maybe he was a little shaken up, but we were a really 
good sexual match, and after we talked it over, we agreed to allow each 
other to have whatever outside screwing we felt we needed. It's worked 
out wonderfully, and now - it's better than ever before, because here 
we are, mother and son, lovers; and we don't have to try and hide the 
fact from your father."

Jerry's prick hadn't sagged a bit; it was still hard and pulsing, and 
he was happy it stayed that way, so his darling mother could have all 
she wanted. And he had another idea: if his mom could go down on him, 
if she could suck him off and swallow his juice, wasn't there some way 
for him to do as much for her, give her the same kind of wildly 
exciting thrill she had made for him? He wanted to; he wanted to make 
her wiggle and twist and hump it up at him. He had tasted the sweet 
flavors of her tits, sucked on them happily, and now he needed to know 
all the rich flavors of her entire body, from one end to the other.

"Mom," he said into the base of her ivory throat, "I'm going to do it 
to you now, but I don't know how. You'll have to tell me when I'm doing 
something wrong."

She patted his ass. "You won't have any major trouble, baby; not a sexy 
young stud like you. But your mother will guide you. Take your time, 
darling - go over me little by little, sort of the way I did to you, 
doing whatever you want to with your mouth and lips and tongue. And 
remember, Jerry, that a woman always likes to be caressed, to be 
stroked and fondled."

Jerry nibbled into the dusky valley between her uptilted breasts, 
tasting the exotic flavorings of her silken skin, licking there as he 
breathed in his mother's warm scent. Cupping one lush tit, he went to 
work on the other one, running his tongue all the way around the ripe 
globe before centering attention upon the quivering little faucet where 
he had fed as a baby.

Sucking blissfully there for a while, he massaged the other breast with 
his right hand, while his left hand strayed up and down the graceful 
length of her hip and thigh. Then he opened his mouth wide and tried to 
pull his mom's entire tit into his distended lips.

He could feel the pulsing of her body beneath his own, the subtle 
tremblings and gentle, anticipatory squirmings, and the bulging staff 
of his swollen prick rubbed into the humid thatch of her mound. Jerry 
took his time; there was no need to hurry, no over anxious urgency 
driving him to get rid of the load of semen in his balls. She was here 
for him, spread for him, ready for anything he wanted from her, and 
what he wanted most right now was to make her moan in ecstasy.

Switching to the other breast, Jerry loved it with his mouth and 
tongue, knowing a sensation of being a baby, a flashback to the time 
when he was an infant and drawing life-giving milk from this nipple. He 
wished she still had milk to give him, and his hands slid teasingly 
over her hips, her rib cage, the slightly arched planing of her white 
belly.

"You used to bite my tit," she breathed huskily. "Sometimes I had to 
pry your mouth loose from the nipple, because you made it so sore. Back 
then, I never had the faintest idea that my lovely son would be sucking 
my breast as a young-man, never even dreamed that you would be pressing 
such a huge, beautiful prick against my tummy."

Jerry moved slowly away from the plush melons, licking down her rib 
cage, and over to one side. Acting upon an impulse, he nibbled up to 
her lifted arm and darted his tongue into the shaven armpit, lapping it 
around while his mother wriggled and gasped at the erotic shock. 
Somehow, his hand had found and cupped the mound of her torrid pussy, 
and she surged the vulva against his palm.

He was shaking now, his cockhead swollen and eager, but Jerry reminded 
himself of his primary objective, turning his mom on and gratifying her 
with his mouth. Besides, he was very excited at the idea of getting his 
mouth down there into the gorgeous brush between her sinuous thighs, 
placing his lips and tongue where his prick had been. His father had 
already been there, he was certain, and maybe some of the other guys 
his mom had been swinging with.

At her flexing belly, he bathed the tender flesh with his tongue, and 
found the dimple of her navel. Corkscrewing his tongue into the shallow 
valley, he tickled her there while her hips rocked hungrily, and she 
began to arch her back so that the golden treasure of her steamy cunt 
lifted to him.

Jerry licked slowly around the edges of her pubic thatch, learning the 
sensation of those soft and delicate hairs against his tongue and 
discovering the rich scents of his mother's pussy. He was drooling when 
at last he buried his face into that inviting mattress, and she lifted 
her knees, bent them as her polished thighs spread wide to give him 
room.

Her ass cheeks were warm and firm in his hands, rolling in his palms as 
Jerry nuzzled into the thick hairing of her mound, as his probing 
tongue found the slick, hot sweetness of her labia. His mom's pussy 
lips were delicious, and Jerry lapped at them like a puppy at a water 
dish on a hot summer day, making thirsty, slurping noises.

Tasting of honey, of a thrilling and exotic musk, the very essence of 
woman, her pussy rolled and quivered against his lips. With a heartfelt 
sigh, Jerry opened his mouth wide and thrust his exploring tongue 
between the slippery lips, plunged it deeply into the satin depths of 
her vagina, reaching as far up the wet hole as he could, and her labia 
ground against his teeth.

"Oh darling," she gasped, "that's it! That's just the way to go about 
it, baby - move your tongue in and out, as if it was a little prick; 
feel all around inside your mommy's cunt with it. Ahh - ahh yes, Jerry; 
curl it when you bring it up, wiggle it -"

Holding to the cheeks of her sleek and twisting ass, he did as she 
commanded, enjoying the flavor of her vibrant snatch, sucking in the 
flow of her love oils. Then he was at it without instructions, 
burrowing his mouth deeply, then sucking furiously at her pussy lips 
until he had pulled them inside out into his mouth, opening up his 
mother's fantastic cunt like an orange.

She pumped her crotch into his face, and her ass began to whip from 
side to side as her belly made eager waves. He felt the exciting 
pressure of her smooth thighs against his head, felt the wrapping of 
her legs as she drew them around his shoulders and down his back. 
Angela ground her cunt into his mouth, thrust the sweet fury of it 
against his teeth, bucking and heaving.

"M - my clit!" she panted. "Baby boy - darling - reach your tongue up 
higher - higher - feel around with it until you can flnd a bump - 
there; there! Oohh, darling - oh, you marvelous little cunt eater - 
suck on it, tickle my clitoris with your tongue - eat your mother's 
cunt, you horny little pussy hound - eat me!"

He devoured her, chewing at her cunt lips and ramming his tongue 
against the leaping little nubbin that was the center of her passions. 
He plumbed the depths of her fluctuating snatch and sucked on her; his 
mother's thighs clamped his head harder, and Jerry felt her roll her 
upper body toward him, felt her flngers digging into his hair as she 
tried to shove his entire head up into her inflamed pussy.

Clinging to the writhing cheeks of her maddened ass, he ate blissfully, 
sucked happily, plunging his tongue in and out and circling it around. 
She thrust strongly against him, smearing her hot juices over his 
cheeks and chin, straining her groin against his nose, and his mom's 
entire body went taut as a bow-string.

"I'm coming," she grated. "Oh baby, you're eating your mother's pussy 
and making her come - COME!"

Her juices were sugared, delightful, and Jerry drank them down, 
swallowing eagerly as his mom pumped her cunt into his mouth, as her 
heels pounded a tattoo against his lower back. He almost came with her, 
damned near gushed semen onto the bed, because it was so good, so 
thrilling to be able to bring her such rapture, to make her gasp and 
squirm in the throes of a tremendous orgasm.

Maybe it was even better for her because he was her son, Jerry thought, 
because he had crawled out of the very snatch he was sucking upon now. 
He knew that no other woman's pussy could ever be as sweet for him, 
that this very special, very precious cunt was the ultimate in sexual 
gratification for him, even though he had never tried another one.

Angela fell back upon the bed, her thighs going loose and trembling as 
the tidal wave of her climax subsided. Jerry kept licking at her pussy, 
not driving so deeply now, but just tickling the succulent lips and 
reveling in their buttery wetness. His cock swelled harder, a fresh 
supply of jism building powerfully within his replenished balls, and at 
last he lifted his dripping face to stare closely at the feverish 
labia, at the hairy slot now gaping slightly open in its relaxed 
hotness.

Remembering what she had done to him, he kissed a slow and tantalizing 
path back up her belly, but this time, he didn't pause at her tits, 
going directly to her mouth instead. Driving his greasy tongue between 
her lips, he fed his mom the tastes of her own pussy lubricants, and 
she sucked greedily at them.

But when Jerry began to probe for her hairy gash with the puffy head of 
his aching cock, Angela pulled away. "A different style for both of us 
this time, baby," she promised, "one I think you're going to like very 
much. I'll have to ask you to be gentle, though; the size of that cock 
might be difficult for me to take, but we'll see how it works out."

Pushing gently at his chest, she urged him off her long, slender body, 
and he sat up on his folded knees, wondering what else she could 
possibly have in store for him. He watched her turn over, saw her 
lifting herself to her hands and knees as she presented the cunningly 
shaped mounds of her burnished ass to him.

"Not the asshole," she murmured, looking back under one arm at him. "I 
could never take your gigantic prick there without being split. But you 
can work your cockhead up into my pussy from behind."

Jerry stared at the intriguing picture, her veed thighs and the 
appetizing hillocks of her sleek ass, the golden bush of her snatch 
looking different when viewed from that angle, but no less exciting. He 
crawled to her, reaching out with trembling hands to stroke her ass, to 
run his fingers down the outside of her smooth thighs and up along the 
inner shapings. Her cunt hair felt damp and hot against his knuckles.

Taking his stiff rod in one hand, he bent the flanged knob down and 
guided it up into the welcoming moss of her pubic hair, nudged the 
blunt and oily tip into the slick oven door of her labia. Gently, his 
mother had warned him, and Jerry figured it was because the angle of 
entrance would be different. Caressing the twin cheeks of her ass, his 
balls swinging heavy in their sack, he pressed his cockhead upward and 
felt the marvelous elasticity of her cunt lips as they parted for the 
swollen bud.

As Jerry inched his glans up into his mom's rich pussy, the juice of 
that wondrous slot was still damp upon his cheeks and chin, but there 
was plenty more of the fragrant oil left inside, and his iron-hard 
shaft eased slowly up into the velvet grasping. It was groovy to look 
down and actually watch his prick slide into his mother's exquisite 
cunt, to see those furry lips taking the meat between them, and Jerry 
stared until he could see the stem of his powerful club against the 
crack of his mother's ass.

"It's in all the way," she gasped. "Oh lord - how your cock fills me 
up, darling. Fuck me easy, baby - but fuck me."

He backed his cock out, all the way back to the ridge around the head, 
and held it barely within the squeeze of his mom's juicy cunt as she 
rolled her ass carefully; then Jerry stroked it back into the narrow 
sleeve, packing that lascivious, vagina with his meat and feeling the 
bulb reaching to the spongy bed of her womb.

Angela rocked tenderly upon his cautious thrusts, working her tight 
pussy around his pole and humping backward. Her back was a long, 
graceful line, and her cascade of hair hung down to splash upon the 
sheet below. As he fucked her, Jerry thought he just might wrap all 
that soft, silken hair around his big cock sometime, and fuck it, too, 
so he could come into its scented folds. He'd bet his dad hadn't done 
anything like that.

"But now she was making feverish spirals around his sliding rod, and 
his balls were swinging freely between her thighs. Jerry leaned forward 
slowly, working his ass in long, tender strokes; his chest came down 
against his mom's shoulder blades, and his belly was on her lower back. 
Oh, it felt good; it felt wonderful to be putting it to her like this, 
as if she was a bitch in heat and he was the big male dog with a cock 
hard as a baseball bat. It would be heaven if he could get stuck to 
her, the way dogs got glued together.

Reaching one hand down and around, he caught a pendulous breast and 
cupped it as he continued to piston his shaft in and out of the liquid 
depths of her tremulous snatch. His other hand fumbled down her belly 
until the fingers came into her cunt hair, and Jerry shook violently as 
he felt the stretched lips of her cunt as well as the greasy, moving 
staff of his own cock.

The clit, he remembered, and fingered to discover it nestled in its 
ultra-soft hooding of succulent flesh. His mother quivered as he 
diddled it while continuing to stroke the length of his massive prick 
into her steaming vagina, and he shuddered with her as he used other 
fingertips to tickle the underside of his slippery rod.

"You're driving me wild!" Angela hissed. "Oh - ahh, baby, I can't stand 
it! Give it to me, darling - ram your big, hard cock into your mommy's 
hungry pussy - ahh - ah! It's so long and thick, and my clit is going 
crazy - oohh!"

Her ass churned up against his crotch, and Jerry rolled his cock around 
inside the narrow sleeve of her pulsating hole, squeezing one tit and 
fingering her clit as his mother's body arched. She seemed to be trying 
to lift them both off the bed.

He felt her come, felt the violent contractions of her cunt walls as 
they locked around his ballooned cockhead buried so deeply within them. 
She jerked and winced, moaning between clenched teeth as she crested 
furiously, and Jerry fed her some more prick, slid it in and out, 
grinding it and driving it home to the hilt in that flowing hot nest 
without a thought of gentleness.

Angela slowly buckled beneath him, slowly gave way to the strength of 
his driving thrusts, and Jerry found himself lying on top of her as her 
tits were mashed flat against the bed. Using both hands, he forced her 
thighs open still wider, and sledged his stiff prick into her limp hole 
again and again, listening to the sloshing noises it made there.

She was so helpless beneath him, turned completely passive and drained 
of any immediate response, much less any resistance. Holding his knob 
flrmly against her cervix, Jerry felt like a conqueror, like some 
jungle giant raping a maiden, a victorious warrior fucking a woman he 
had dragged by the hair out of her flaming home.

Lifting one knee and then the other, he pushed her thighs together, 
straddling her legs and making her pussy even tighter around the 
submerged length of his prick. As he stared down at the luscious mounds 
closed there, it seemed as if he had his cock driven right up her ass. 
Jerry lay down on her again, barely able to move his prick back and 
forth in the snug clenching of her closed vagina. But it was something 
special, feeling her ass against his crotch, feeling his balls rubbing 
the backs of her satin thighs.

Angela began to move beneath him, her breath gusting from her lungs 
with every slow penetrating stroke he took, but she was coming alive 
once more, being lifted from her laxness to strive for yet another 
orgasm upon her son's mighty club. His mom's ass went ticktock, 
ticktock, and Jerry kept sliding to it. Her cunt was juicy and very 
tight in this position, and he reveled in the enchanted sensation.

She groaned and squirmed, so Jerry caught her hair from behind and held 
her the way he wanted to stay, forced her to remain in position as his 
heavy cock worked back and forth, pistoned in and out. He was getting 
close, and by the palpitations of his mothers oily snatch, he knew she 
was, too.

Pumping faster, Jerry crammed his swollen meat to the hilt and held it 
there, held his mother transfixed upon its long, thick strength as the 
cockhead trembled and the torrent came rushing up from his flexing 
balls.

Angela shrieked softly as she came, and beat the mattress with her slim 
fists, her head rolling from side to side like a clockwork pendulum of 
gold. Jerry let it go then and felt the heavy stream gush boiling far 
up into his mother's beautiful receptive pussy. His vital liquid roared 
against her womb in great, sticky globules like hot oysters, and the 
overflow packed the length and breath of her vagina, bathing the rest 
of his embedded shaft with the greasy soup. None could escape, because 
his root kept her cunt lips so tightly around it, because he had her 
thighs squeezed together.

Panting, Jerry rested his draining balls upon the cleft of his mom's 
shivering, sweet ass and nuzzled his face into the silken tenting of 
her hair from behind. They were both sweating, their skin turned 
feverish and slick from the energy of their long, intense fucking, and 
they panted together, sighed together, their hearts pounding in unision 
for what seemed like slow and melting hours.

Into the pillow, Angela said, "I've never been screwed like that before 
- never. Oh darling, what a magnificent lover you are. You can use your 
wonderful young prick so tenderly, then turn it fierce, and I love it, 
both ways. You've fucked your mommy so well, baby, you've given me so 
much fantastic cock that I could die right now, and never be happier."

Gently then, Jerry lifted himself, afraid that his weight might be 
hurting her, and with great care, he withdrew his greasy prick from her 
torrid snatch, watching as it slid out all foamy, and saw a creamy 
trickle of his come follow to puddle below the crack of his mother's 
ass. His semen was soaking into the sheet, and he wondered how often 
his father had stained the bed, too.

One thing he knew for certain, Jerry told himself as he lay down beside 
the stilled form of his mom's nude body - he was as much man, as good a 
lover, as anybody; she'd said so, and she was experienced enough to 
know. His mother had sampled more than one prick, since she was started 
on her way at an early age by her uncle. She had fucked some of the 
guys around the neighborhood, so she knew which of them could satisfy 
her and who was a fizzle.

Rolling over onto his back, Jerry held his softening cock and looked 
down at it. He was proud of it now, happy that it was so much bigger 
than the usual shaft, according to his mom. Back there when he had only 
been jacking off, he'd been a little bit afraid he might not be able to 
handle a woman, when he got the chance. But he'd done more than okay, 
he had screwed his mother into limpness, and that took some doing, 
although he realized that it wouldn't take much to turn her on again.

He was good at eating pussy, too. She had gone crazy on his tongue and 
against his mouth. Man, he could hardly wait until his old man came 
home, so he could show him how well he was taking care of her. Mack 
Winston would be proud of his son, and they'd get together the best way 
Jerry could think of - inside her.



Chapter 5


They ate again later that evening, downing a rich and hearty stew with 
green salad and a chocolate cake. Fucking made a guy hungry, Jerry 
thought, more relaxed in this new and sexy intimacy with his mother. He 
didn't try to keep his eyes off her lush body as she moved about the 
kitchen. She wore her dressing gown open down the front which made her 
more appealing than if she was entirely naked. He could see her fine 
tits peeping their tips from the robe, and caught glimpses of the 
sunshine fluff of her mound, the flash of a burnished thigh. And 
always, she moved with that eye-catching grace, that captivating rhythm 
of her flesh that called attention to what she was - an eminently 
desirable and available sexpot.

Angela seemed to exude an aura of sensuality; there was a feel about 
her that murmured: here I am; I'm ready and willing, so come on and 
fuck me. No wonder every guy Jerry knew always turned their heads to 
watch his mom cross a room, and he kind of pitied them for not ever 
having known the sublime thrill of fitting themselves between her long 
and serpentine legs.

He helped her tidy up the kitchen, eager to stay close to that 
marvelously fluid body, for the moment content to breathe in the 
special musk of her, knowing that he could reach out and caress the 
cheek of her shapely ass any time he wanted, that she would not deny 
him the fondling of a ripe, round breast. It was arousing for Jerry to 
simply know that, to know she was open for him, and that he turned her 
on as much as she did him.

She turned to him, her eyes sliding over him and focusing upon his 
crotch, where his shaft dangled. "Would you like to take a bath with 
me?"

Jerry grinned. "Would I? That's something else I was always trying to 
do - get a look at you naked in the bathroom. I used to peep through 
the keyhole, when dad was out on the road, just to see a little flash 
of your thigh or something. I never really got to see much, but it 
always gave me a hard-on, anyhow."

"And I never suspected," Angela said, taking his hand. "If I had, maybe 
I would have put on a real show for you. I guess I have a strong 
exhibitionistic streak; I'm proud of my body and the things it can do 
for me and for others, so I like to show it off."

Her plush thigh kept brushing his as she led him to the master 
bathroom, that previously private sanctum for herself and her husband. 
Jerry had often slipped into it when they were gone, stimulating 
himself by sniffing the perfume of his mom's body that lingered there, 
by touching a towel damp from blotting that lovely flesh. Once he had 
gotten down on his knees to lay his cheek against the seat of the 
toilet, filled with bliss to be touching a place that had been 
privileged to cup the twin delights of that superb ass. That turned him 
on so much that he'd jacked off into the bowl, his eyes closed and his 
body taut with a racing, unreadable wildfire of passion. Now his mother 
was leading him into her private place, and Jerry's cock was swelling 
in expectation.

She dropped her robe, and the sweet golden flesh glistened as Angela 
bent to turn on the shower knobs. "I always wanted to have a Japanese 
style tub built here," she said, "one where two people could get deep 
into hot, soapy water and fuck. But Mack never got around to putting 
that kind of bath in, so we'll just have to make do with the shower."

Whipping out of his own beat-up robe, Jerry climbed into the tub with 
her, and when she drew shut the glass doors, it seemed as if they were 
cut off from the rest of the world, trapped willingly and excitingly in 
a personal universe no one else could enter.

Even the scent of her soap was personal, a lemony perfume that was a 
part of his mother, Jerry thought, standing close to that tall, almost 
willowy body and waiting for whatever it was she wanted him to do.

"Here, darling," she said, handing him the soap and stepping back so 
that the adjusted water purled enticingly over her silken flesh, "do me 
first."

Hands shaking a little, he foamed the soap and slid his fingers over 
her shoulders, then down her arms, and his swollen cockhead reached up 
to thump gently against the slight arch of her belly. Her tits felt 
wondrously slick against his soapy palms, and Jerry massaged them 
tenderly, reveling in their shape and texture, delighting in tickling 
the erectile nipples.

His mom's hips and belly were next, his fingers slippery over them, 
tingling at the feeling of wet, slick skin. Bubbles grew multi-colored 
in the golden bush of her pubic hair, and Jerry went to his knees to 
wash her pussy. Her thighs excited him, too, and he stroked them up and 
down, then proceeded to her calves and ankles.

Her feet were small and fragile feeling, and Jerry scrubbed them with 
enjoyment. When he started up her body again, the warm water ran over 
his own stimulated body and brought soapy foam with it. His mother 
pivoted slowly to present her back to him.

The cheeks of her ass were twin marvels, sliding in his hands, and the 
cleft between them was highly arousing as he dipped a finger into it. 
Jerry had to stand closer, to touch his distended prick to that 
beguiling flesh, and he rubbed it against his mom's buttocks as he 
washed her back and neck, then reached around to hold those rich, heavy 
tits again.

Angela backed into him, rolling her ass, and his soapy cock slid all 
over her wet skin. Reaching bebind her, she caught hold of his 
throbbing shaft and bent it to place it between her lathered thighs, so 
that it lifted and snugged into the sudsy nest of her cunt. But when he 
humped to her and tried to find the pussy entrance, she pulled away.

"It's too difficult to make it like this," she whispered huskily, "and 
besides, I haven't bathed you yet, darling."

Jerry stood braced with his feet spread wide apart as his mother washed 
him down. Her fingers were teasing, the very touch of her hands hotly 
tantalizing, as she stroked and caressed. The slickness of the soap 
made it even freakier for him, and when she began to use the suds to 
kind of jack him off, he flinched and trembled, his knees going weak 
with desire.

Pressing against him, sliding her wet tits across big chest, his mother 
held him close and kissed him, running ker hot tongue halfway down his 
gasping throat. Angela took pity then, and helped him rinse off, 
cleansed the soap from her own glowing body, and turned off the water. 
"Because I'm taller than you, I think we can screw okay, standing up. 
The length of your beautiful prick will help, too."

Manipulating his cock, she tipped the head down, then up, and Jerry 
felt his glans settle against his mother's dewy labia, where it sensed 
the marvelous hotness waiting inside. Quivering, he pushed it up and 
braced his hands upon her hips to steady them both. The flanged knot of 
his eager shaft eased into his mom's soft cunt lips as they spread 
slowly, as she wiggled her crotch to help the entrance.

"It probably won't go all the way in," Angela breathed, "but since you 
have so much nice, hard meat to spare, there'll be plenty of prick for 
us to make out. Oh, darling - that feels so good, sliding up into my 
pussy. Every time I can feel all that sweet meat moving into my box, it 
thrills me as much as the first time you put it to your mommy."

He barely had to bend his head in order to fasten his mouth to one of 
her scented nipples, and draw it happily into his lips as his cock 
reached up and up inside the satin walls of his mother's hot, juicy 
snatch. She was right; he couldn't sink it all the way to his balls, 
but most of it was buried in that steamy hole, and she gripped him 
tightly, searingly, as she rolled her delectable ass. She was boiling 
inside, as if she hadn't been fucked for a month.

Lifting to tiptoe and trying to get more shaft into her adorable 
vagina, Jerry stroked as best he could, and his mom bent her knees so 
that she could take all she could. Her belly moved across his, then 
away as she leaned back and braced her shoulders against the wall of 
the shower. Her full breasts stood up proudly, their tips arrogantly 
pink, the globes jiggling as she worked her crotch hungrily and 
maneuvered her experienced pussy around his thrusting pole.

Angela gasped as the thick rod slid back and forth within the squeezing 
of her cunt walls. "Oh baby - you can drive any woman crazy with all 
that hard, young prick. So big and strong - ooh, darling; stroke it 
deep into your mommy's hot pussy - feed it to me, baby - fuck me long 
and strong."

Hand on her uptilted hips, Jerry pumped his club into her writhing 
body, grinding his pelvis into hers when somehow he managed to force 
his cockhead all the way in. He looked down to watch the greasy shaft 
sliding between his mom's inflamed labia. She rolled on every stroke, 
hunched and churned her well-trained snatch around his searching staff, 
gasping and moaning as the thick stem of it pressed over her clit.

Ass heaving, her tits jumping, Angela stepped up the pace, and Jerry 
slammed his cook into his mom's hole with new fervor, luxuriating in 
every penetrating thrust, loving the feel of her impaled upon his 
powerful cockhead. His balls flopped up to kiss her spread inner 
thighs, and he could hear the sucking, wet noises of good, solid 
fucking.

"I - I'm going to explode!" his mother hissed. "Oh lord, oh lord, my 
cunt is tearing itself apart - so much prick in it - my clit - my 
clitoris is jumping around and - and - OOHH!"

Angela's vaginal walls convulsed around his surging cock, and Jerry 
strained to bury the shaft yet deeper into the gulping, shuddering 
snatch, raking the ridged bulb into those constricting velvet ripples 
so hot and so slippery. His fingers dug into her hips and lunged, then 
speared her again, his balls jerking as the compression within them was 
suddenly released.

"Here, mom!" he panted. "Here it is, darling - take my come up inside 
your sweet cunt, mommy - ahh! I'm shooting off in you, and my stuff is 
bubbling, all thick and creamy - it's filling your beautiful cunt, 
mother - uh - uh - uh!"

They shook violently together, their crotches swivelling, her cunt 
squeezing and letting go, his balls swinging as the sizzling juices 
continued to pump up from them to spit from the buried head of his 
flexing prick. Angela's body arched as she took the thick fluids into 
her vibrant sheath, and she clenched her teeth in the throes of an 
orgasm so tremendous as to be a sweet pain, an exquisite torture that 
stunned the mind as well as ravaged every part of her body.

It was as mighty for Jerry, the terrific release of his love and lust, 
the firing of his personal liquids into his mother's cunt, where they 
again bathed the seething furnace of her sex with pure adoration. His 
head swam and his legs wobbled from the fierce tendemess of their 
fucking, and he realized that she must also be weakening. Regretfully, 
he slipped his yet hard cock from the honeyed grip of her pulsing gash, 
and helped her to stand erect. Holding to her elbow, Jerry slid back 
the glass shower doors and guided her from the tub.

Feeling protective, he caught up a fluffy towel and dried her damp 
body, lingering with love over the lush curves, dipping with ever new 
awe into the mysterious valleys of that glorious body. Her deep blue 
eyes were glazed, but Angela seemed to be recovering and shook her 
head, the wet tresses of her golden hair falling about the pristine 
whiteness of her shoulders.

"Th - that was something else, Jerry," she murmured. "I've been fucked 
in the shower before, but Mack and I never made it as wild as that. I 
was coming apart at the seams, dissolving. Oh, it's just impossible, 
but it seems that every time you screw me, the orgasms get better and 
better."

He toweled his own body, acutely aware of her vulnerability, her 
helplessness before him. "I'm glad you dig my fucking, mom. I didn't 
know if I could really satisfy you, even if I ever got the chance. I 
mean, I never screwed anybody else, and you have so much experience. Of 
course, I thought that was only with dad, before I knew you were 
fucking other guys, too."

She touched his cheek and looked down at his prick. "That gorgeous 
chunk of man meat is still ready to go," she said in quiet awe. "I 
always believed that a healthy, sexy woman could screw any man down, 
but now I'm not all that certain. You're a super stud, Jerry, and I'm 
glad you're mine."

It was his turn to play the parent, and hers to be the child; he led 
her gently to the bed and eased his mother down upon it. His eyes 
roamed the sensual perfection of her alluring body, and knew that it 
was all his just now, that he could do anything to her - run his 
cockhead into her armpits and rub it over her face or into her hair, 
slide his prick between the cheeks of her ass or under her knees; he 
could straddle her belly and squeeze those fabulous breasts together, 
then force his cock between them and titty-fuck her; he could do any 
freaky thing he damned well pleased.

But he said, "Are you too tired, mom? I want to love you all night 
long, go back and do all the things we did before. I want to lick into 
your hot pussy and make you come with my mouth, and I need to shove my 
cock back into your throat. All that, and more - but if you're feeling 
beat, I'll just lie here beside you and hold you close; that's almost 
as good as really fucking, just to be able to hold my beautiful mother 
naked against me."

That hot, slidy look came back into her eyes, and she said, "I don't 
think I'll ever be too tired, baby. My cunt is still wet with my son's 
semen, and I'm still fascinated by the size of your adorable big prick. 
We'll fuck, baby - I promise you that; I intend to keep fucking you 
until I'm too weak to move, and that'll be a long time yet, believe 
me."

Angela always made good on her promises, Jerry thought, pressing the 
length of his stiff cock against her satiny belly and fondling the ripe 
melons of her breasts. When he had been only a little kid, his mother 
would promise to take him to the zoo, or to a movie, and she would 
always follow up. And the same went for an ass-paddling; if she told 
him he was going to get his butt whipped for something, he could depend 
upon sore cheeks. Now she was promising him they would screw until they 
both ran out of gas, and he pulled one of those long, lithe legs over 
his body, anxious to get his greedy prick back into the enchanted 
gloving of her provocative cunt.

They fucked. After he shot his first wad of semen, he stroked his mom's 
pussy long and lovingly, twisting the cockhead deep, using newly 
learned movements to further arouse her clit. He screwed her gently, 
holding back so that she might hit several orgasms, making her come 
time and again in just that position, before rolling her over onto her 
back.

He could really stick it deep that way, and bumped her spongy cervix 
with every spearing of his knob. She squirmed beneath his strokes, 
wrapping her legs tightly around him and grunting with the building 
fury of her lust, hammering her hairy wet crotch into his pelvis and 
making his balls slap damply into the uplifted, spiraling, crack of her 
ass. It was good, heavy, fucking, a steady pounding of hard flesh into 
softly receptive flesh, a meshing of eagerly straining bodies adapting 
to each other's most secret needs, a blending of passion and love and 
raw, sometimes savage sex. It was damned good for them both, and they 
went at it for a long time, changing positions often, experimenting, 
groaning, panting.

Jerry came twice more before he was satisfied, before he turned drowsy 
and sated and fell asleep with his prick still locked inside his 
mother's voluptuous pussy.



Chapter 6


A couple of days went by, or was it three? Days and nights telescoped 
into themselves, blurred by eating and sleeping and bathing, all the 
necessary things that seemed at most to be only a background for the 
focal point of Jerry's life - the fucking they were doing. They made it 
in all possible positions, in acrobatic contortions and the more 
comfortable basic methods, his mother's pussy always open and smoking, 
her mouth always hungry for the meaty club he fed into her red lips. He 
ate her torrid cunt again and again, and found a different thrill the 
last time around, for he had learned his lessons in honesty well: do 
anything you want to, darling, she had told him at the beginning.

So this time, with his face burrowed deeply into the hot and rubbery 
lips of her hairy snatch, with her pelvis twirling and surging into his 
mouth as his tongue probed and lapped, Jerry worked a hand up between 
the cheeks of her ass. By attentive manipulation, he managed to get a 
considerable amount of her slippery pussy juice smeared onto his palm. 
Fingers wet and sticky, he wrapped them around his swollen cock and 
began to jack himself off.

It was wildly different, because it wasn't just something he had to do, 
to relieve the pressure of his aching balls while he dreamed the 
impossible dream of fucking his mother. Her steamy, heaving cunt was 
reality, and he sucked blissfully upon the soft lips, sucked at the 
rich and aromatic fluids as his hand moved up and down and caressed his 
cockhead.

Teasing her clitoris, Jerry masturbated happily, his mom's cunt oils 
making his cock slippery, his tongue screwing into her hood and 
retreating only to give him the opportunity to siphon at her entire 
pussy, or to chew joyously upon her labia. He wanted to time this 
right, to get it just so, because he wanted to come at the same time 
his mother did, and by now he was sensitive to her every erotic 
movement, and could figure almost to the second when she was about to 
reach an orgasm.

Angela quivered upon his active tongue, her furry crotch churning in a 
growing rapture that would soon overflow, and Jerry pumped more 
vigorously upon his cock, tightening his fist around the slippery glans 
and feeling his own climax building swiftly within his testicles.

"Coming - coming - coming," his mom chanted, her head swinging in time 
with the jerky upheavals of her cunt. "Uuhhh! Oh baby, my darling, my 
sweet little cunt eater -"

As she was still quivering upon the erratic crest, Jerry lifted his 
face suddenly from her thrusting pussy and slid in between her 
widespread thighs, his hand pumping as he stared down at the sizzling 
gash of her gorgeous pussy. His come leaped furiously from the spasming 
cockhead, and he bent the shaft down to nuzzle it against her hairy 
golden snatch, so that the spurting jism could splatter over her mound 
and across her sweaty belly.

Creamy rich and boiling hot, the thick juice squirted over his mother's 
trembling skin, one globule coming to rest in the puddle of her navel, 
and Jerry shook in delighted gratification. His semen dripped over her 
pussy lips and clung to the hairs, all foamed and sticky; it smeared 
over her stomach, and Angela opened her eyes wide in surprise as she 
stared down at the come drenching her lower body.

"Jerry - what - why did you -"

He bit his lips. "I won't say I'm sorry, mom; because I'm not. I wanted 
to soak your cunt and your belly outside with my semen. I wanted to see 
it happen."

Her slim hands came stealing down to touch fingertips delicately into 
the creamy juice, hesitant at first, then working to smear the clinging 
liquid over more of her warm body. "Silly boy; I'm not objecting. You 
just surprised me, that's all. I like this - it feels all slidy and 
sticky and very sexy."

Watching the movement of her hands, looking down over the dripping and 
vastly expanded bulb of his prick, Jerry saw his mom slide the semen up 
over her belly, then rub her fingers in slow circles across her 
breasts, her nipples. She reached down again, dipping into the blotted 
hairs of her pussy for a fresh supply, and brought her fingers up to 
smear the stuff over her mouth. There was a deeply sensuous, deeply 
moving gleam in her eyes as she stared up at him.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

Obediently, he lowered himself onto her incomparable body, and their 
bellies were glued together by the residue of his own ejaculation. 
There was glue upon her mouth, too, her lips heavy with it, but Jerry 
met them avidly, glorying in the musky-sweet flavors there, in the 
ultimate sensuousness of this impetuous, ardent woman who happened to 
be his mother.

Their tongues met in avid twining, and their hot breaths mixed. Angela 
was squirming beneath him when he felt her long, limber body suddenly 
go tense. He wondered hazily what was wrong, but his reflexes kept the 
slickened bud of his shaft prodding for the entrance to her drenched 
pussy. Then her hands were pushing at his chest, and she tore her mouth 
free from his to gasp a name.

"Debbie!"

The shock of it jolted through Jerry like a flash of electricity, and 
other reflexes took over, rolling him from between his mom's spread 
legs and onto the bed itself, where he threw a startled glance at the 
open bedroom door. Then he pawed for the sheet, trying ineffectually to 
cover his naked body. Another woman was standing frozen in the doorway, 
her dark eyes wide and stunned, her red mouth working convulsively, but 
not making any sounds he could hear.

Angela came off the bed, making it to the closet with a single long 
stride and flinging a pale robe around her body. Swiftly then, she 
crossed the room and caught the other woman by the wrists, holding her 
firmly.

"Debbie!" she said sharply. "Debbie Carter, if you're trying to work up 
to a scream, I'll slap the hell out of you."

"A - Angela - I swear I had no idea - I swear I didn't know, couldn't 
think that you and - and him -"

Over her shoulder, his mother said to Jerry, "Take it easy, darling. 
Grab a shower or something, and give me time to talk with her."

Wordlessly, he nodded, and watched his mom steer the neighbor woman 
down the hall. Mrs. Carter's voice floated back: "You haven't answered 
your phone and the car's in the driveway, so I knew you were home, and 
- Angela; your own son?"

Oh damn, Jerry thought, flinging aside the sheet. Mrs. Carter from next 
door; they should have remembered that mom was so thick with the woman, 
having coffee a couple of times a day, gossiping and going shopping 
together. If she and Angela weren't so close, she wouldn't have come 
nosing around the house; she wouldn't have caught them. wiggling naked 
together. He hadn't actually been fucking his mother, but he'd been 
just about to, after eating that succulent pussy and then jacking off 
onto her belly. Now what the hell was going to happen?

Maybe the woman would be so shocked, she'd run and fink to the cops or 
somebody; there was some kind of law, Jerry thought. Even if Debbie 
Carter just accidentally spread the word around the neighborhood, it 
might mean that they'd have to find another place, he and dad and mom. 
Robotlike, his pole drooping, Jerry climbed into the shower and got 
clean, got shining and scrubbed, although he didn't know why. It was 
something to do, while his mother tried to handle Mrs. Carter somehow, 
while she tried to talk the woman out of doing anything goofy.

He felt too guilty to just hang around the room, though; it was his 
fault, too. If there was going to be any flak over what she'd seen, he 
ought to go out there and take his share, so Jerry slipped into his 
robe and found some slippers and moved toward the voices he heard in 
the kitchen.

There was the clink of glass on glass, and the rattle of ice cubes. 
Good, he thought; his mother had Mrs. Carter drinking, settling her 
down some. Jerry came quietly to the kitchen entrance and stood there 
uncertainly. They had their backs to him, both of them seated upon the 
high stools at the counter.

Angela was saying, "Look, Debbie - what the hell is so bad about it? I 
don't think it's weird, and my son sure as hell doesn't. And I'll tell 
you something else - neither does Mack."

Debbie flinched. "You - you mean that your husband knows that you're 
laying your own boy - his boy? Oh wow! this is just too much to absorb 
at one time."

His mom poured more whiskey into the other woman's glass. As Mrs. 
Carter lifted the glass, he saw the firm movement of her tits, and 
thought maybe for the hundredth time that she was a foxy-looking chick. 
He had often sweated out the gleam of her legs when she took sunbaths 
next door, and always sneaked a look at the way her big breasts wobbled 
when she walked. She was built a lot different from his mother; where 
Angela was long and slim, Debbie Carter was round and shorter. His 
mother was a shining blonde, and the other woman had deep black hair 
that went well with her olive complexion. She was about his mom's age, 
Jerry thought, give or take a year one way or the other, and plenty 
sexy looking. If he hadn't been so wrapped up in dreams of his mother, 
maybe he would have thought a lot more about screwing the neighbor 
wife. But back then, both ideas had seemed impossible. Now, he didn't 
know. It was an idea.

Debbie said then, "You told me about a couple of guys, and that was 
okay. I mean, I've even been thinking about looking around for some 
extra love-life myself, but your own -"

"Oh shit, Debbie," his mother said in exasperation. "Because he's my 
own, that makes it all the better. You know why I couldn't answer the 
phone, why I didn't come to the door? Because that wonderful, horny kid 
has been giving me the fucking of my life, day and night, for all that 
time. It's never been so good for me. And when you came to the bedroom, 
did you see him?"

The other woman drank, and Angela poured booze over the ice cubes. Then 
Debbie said slowly, a little thickly, "Then you mean it wasn't my over-
worked imagination? He - he really has a thing that big? I thought it 
might have been the angle I saw it from, or maybe the shock, or 
something. It's really that big?"

Angela laughed low in her throat and crossed her legs. Jerry eyed the 
golden expanse of thigh that showed when the robe slipped back. His mom 
said, "I didn't know they grew to that size, either. But that 
beautiful, gigantic prick isn't the only thing that makes my Jerry so 
special. He - that boy loves me like a wife, a mistress, a whore, and 
I'm damned happy that I was the woman who was privileged to take his 
cherry. I don't think anybody else could have done him justice and 
taught him about sex so well. He's unbelievable, Debbie; he's always 
hard, and he can screw you tenderly or overpower you with his strength, 
hammering that long, thick meat into your pussy until you're ready to 
faint, you've come so many times. He can eat out your cunt until you 
wish he could put all his head inside it and just swallow you down."

Wobbling her glass down to the counter top, Debbie said, "But Angela, 
it's incest and all that. I mean, I'll be the first to admit that I 
don't get enough screwing at home, and it's not that Lester isn't 
willing. I could be too much woman for him, or something. But even if I 
was very hard up, I couldn't lay my own son."

"That's because you don't have a son," Angela pointed out. "You have a 
daughter. But you can bet your mortgage that if the situation was 
reversed, if your husband was the hot pants one of the family, and if 
you had to travel a lot, and if little Mary was as hot as my kid -"

"Uh-uh," Debbie disagreed. "Never, never. Besides, I never even 
imagined myself laying some kid half my age. A big, eager man - okay; 
but a fifteen-year-old boy? He - doesn't that monstrous thing bother 
you? Does it hurt?"

"Drink up," Angela said. "I'll join you. Here's to finding out. That's 
the most appropriate toast I can think of, right now."

Debbie had on a short dress, and it was hiked over her rounded, satin 
knees. Jerry found himself staring at the shadowy place between her 
parted thighs, up along those ripely formed thighs snugged so slickly 
by panty hose. He wondered if Mrs. Carter's pussy was thick with black 
and shining hair, and he felt a lift of anticipation, because he knew 
what his mother had in mind. If she could convince her friend to get 
screwed by him, Debbie Carter wouldn't be likely to run blabbing over 
the neighborhood, and everything would be cool once more. His mom had 
said he would fuck plenty of other women, but he hadn't thought the 
chance would arrive so soon.

Debbie said, "What? Are you telling me - offering me -"

"Why not?" Angela said soothingly. "After all, you're a beautiful, 
attractive woman, a highly sensual woman who is restless because you're 
not getting enough good, hard cock at home. You're also my best friend, 
so why shouldn't I share my greatest happiness with you? Since we're 
getting down to the nitty, darling - I know you've been eyeing Mack and 
trying to get up the nerve to make a pass at him. That would be okay, 
you know."

"Mack? I don't know what - your husband, too? You wouldn't mind if I 
balled your husband, and you're offering me your son - that handsome 
young kid with the - with that war club between his legs? Gimme another 
drink, Angela."

"I'll get some more ice," Angela offered, and when she got off the 
stool, she saw Jerry standing in the doorway. Lifting an eyebrow at 
him, she smiled roguishly and winked. More loudly, she said, "Don't you 
think Mrs. Carter is a lovely, sensuous woman, Jerry? I'll bet she can 
be a terrific fuck, if she ever gets rid of her uptight ideas."

He picked up the cue and moved toward Debbie as the woman swung around 
on her stool. Mrs. Carter was pretty well smashed, he saw, but she 
still hadn't completely gotten over her shock, and the impact of the 
new, forbidden ideas. "Hi again, Mrs. Carter. I agree with mom; you're 
really lovely and sexy. I always thought that Mr. Carter was a lucky 
guy."

"So - so calm," she muttered. "Both of you, like it wasn't anything to 
be caught doing it like that."

"Oh it was something," he said. "It was something wonderful, but I was 
just getting ready to fuck my mother again. I wasn't actually screwing 
her. We'd been doing some other far out things. Does your husband go 
down on you, Mrs. Carter?"

She quivered and clenched her hand around her glass. He saw the 
emotional heaving of her good, solid tits and the way she squirmed on 
the stool. A full-bodied older woman who wasn't getting her share of 
prick; a married woman old as his mom, or older; Jerry felt the strong 
and eager lifting of his cock beneath his robe. His mother had been 
right all along; no matter how much he loved her, he could crave 
another pussy, too. He wondered if Mrs. Carter would fuck differently, 
if she would shake her round ass more wildly.

Wetting her lips with a trembling tongue, she whispered, "Not often; 
just once in awhile."

Jerry moved closer and touched his hard cock to the swell of her thigh. 
He could feel the heat of her sleek leg through the robe, and said, 
"Mom tells me I'm very good at going down on a pussy. I'd like to eat 
yours, Mrs. Carter. I'd like to make you wiggle and shake and hump your 
hairy crotch into my face while my tongue slips in and out of your 
juicy wet clun."

Debbie Carter quivered, and her voice was shaky as she said, "You - you 
really know what to say to a woman, don't you? My husband doesn't even 
talk to me like that; he won't use the words right out."

Jerry pulled open his robe and pushed the length of his stiff shaft 
against her thigh, moving his belly back and forth. Her blurred eyes 
dropped to stare with disbelief at the head of his prick.

"Migawd," Debbie muttered, "it looks like a cantaloupe."

"Touch it," Jerry urged. "Feel it all over. Mom has taken it plenty of 
times, and she's got a nice, tight pussy."

The woman's hand shook as she felt his cock, and Jerry's blood raced at 
the touch of a new and different feminine hand upon his tool, and his 
own hands went out to gently cup the heavy breasts presented to him as 
Debbie leaned forward to observe his prick from close up. They felt 
round and solid, restrained by her bra, but even through it, and the 
material of her dress, he could feel the hard eagerness of her nipples.

Angela was beside them then, her hand covering her friend's upon 
Jerry's pulsing meat, urging Debbie's fingers up and down, pressing 
them upon the huge, flanged head and down the immense staff. "All this 
wonderful, boyish cock," she whispered hotly. "All for you, Debbie. 
Come on, darling; come on into the bedroom with us."

As if she was hypnotized, Debbie slid off the stool, her hand desperate 
around Jerry's club. "I - I have to call Lester first, give him some 
story about how - how you're upset and I have to stay with you for 
awhile."

The wall phone was close by, and Jerry stood beside the woman while she 
spoke to her husband, that soft hand locked upon his meat all the 
while. The idea was kinky, Mrs. Carter making excuses to her husband 
while she held to a boy's hard cock. He grew more and more excited, 
because they had her now - he and his mom had convinced this good-
looking married woman she should stay here and get fucked by him. She 
wouldn't be tempted to expose the incest.

They got her into the bedroom, where she swayed uncertainly, and Angela 
pulled the dress over her head, then the short slip, and Jerry stared 
hungrily at the olive-toned flesh exposed to his gaze. The bra cupped 
her big tits, and see-through panties snugged the pouting shape of her 
opulent mound, flattening the midnight black hair that grew so richly 
there.

It was groovy, standing bare-assed while his mother undressed another 
woman for him, and Jerry massaged his prick in anticipation of the new 
feast it was about to get. Debbie stood quietly as Angela unhooked the 
bra, and the solid, heavy breasts fell out; their tips were dark brown, 
different from his mom's nipples, Jerry saw.

The panties came sliding down the sturdy thighs, down over shapely 
calves as Mrs. Carter lifted her feet one by one. Her vulva was even 
more thickly bushed than his mom's, Jerry saw; wiry black hair lifted 
profusely all between her thighs, deeply furring the tempting mound, 
and thinned as it worked up to her belly button. It was an interesting 
pussy, an intriguing pussy, and one that needed the good screwing he 
could give it.

Angela moved her best friend to the bed and eased her down upon it. 
Jerry could see the woman's tits heaving in arousal, the quivering of 
that rounded belly and the tremulous mound beneath all its shaggy hair.

Debbie said, "You - you're not going to stay here, are you? I never - 
Angela, I always make Lester put out the lights, and to have another 
woman, even my best friend -"

"Of course, I'm going to stay and see it," Angela purred. "For years, 
I've been wondering what kind of lay you are, and now's my chance to 
find out. Besides, darling - we're going to be sharing my son, so we 
might as well get used to each other."

Debbie closed her eyes, surrendering completely, and Angela motioned 
for Jerry to get with it. She lay down beside her friend, turning upon 
one side and propping her head on her hand. With the fingers of the 
other, she played lightly with Debbie's stiff nipples, flicking them 
daintily. "What lovely tits; Jerry will really enjoy sucking them."

He climbed onto the bed, his pulses hammering and his belly tight. It 
was great enough, getting ready to have his hard cock sample an unknown 
snatch, but it was goovier yet to have his mom right there, watching. 
He didn't figure she would be able to keep out of it for long.

"Shall I go down on her first?" he asked, positioning himself between 
Debbie Carter's veed legs and staring down at the luxuriantly haired 
bush.

"I think so," his mother whispered. "The poor girl has never really 
been loved orally, so do a good job, baby. You can fuck her after she's 
really been turned on by your eating her cunt. It's a gorgeous cunt, 
too - so hairy and plump."

The guy was right next door, Jerry thought; the man who was supposed to 
kind of own this juicy pussy, and Lester Carter had no idea that it was 
about to be eaten. Smiling to himself, Jerry began to caress the still, 
lush body, cupping the melon breasts and feeling the hard nipples throb 
in his fingers.

Do a good job, his mom said, so Jerry forced himself to take his time. 
But when he lay down upon the softly giving body with all its plump 
curvings, Debbie's lips were quiet, unmoving, and he had to work his 
tongue between them. Her mouth tasted of whiskey and something else - a 
waiting sweetness, an almost fearful anxiety that was childlike. Had he 
been like that, the first time his mom kissed him passionately? She was 
married and much older than he; she had a girl almost his age, and she 
had been screwing her husband for a lot of years, yet here she was, 
frightened of getting something different on the side. That made him 
more eager, made him feel wise and strong and experienced.

So Jerry stopped tonguing her mouth and moved down to nibble her 
throat, to lick her ear. He felt a slight shudder of response deep 
within her body and caressed her large, pillowy tits. The nipple he 
drew into his mouth to lave with his tongue was very stiff, and he 
kneaded the globe below as he sucked upon it. After paying the same 
kind of attention to the other tit, he kissed a hot trail down her rib 
cage and to the upper sweep of her rose-olive belly.

Now his hands were sliding over her hips and along her ripe thighs, and 
his tongue worked lasciviously, wetly, over her finely textured skin. 
Moving down and across, he suddenly plunged his tongue into the place 
where her thigh joined Debbie's hip, corkscrewing it there. The woman 
bucked in reflex, her lush hips swinging and her back arching violently 
as the strange sensation flamed through her aroused body. While she was 
still twisting, Jerry plunged his face into the thrillingly haired 
snatch pulsating between her plump thighs.

He heard Debbie gasp in shock as his mouth burrowed deeply into the 
fragrant thatch, and realized that her cunt hair was quite different 
from his mother's. Angela's pubic hair was long and silken, ringleted 
in gold; Debbie's pussy covering was wiry, springy, and layered 
thickly, plus being black as a rainy midnight.

Jerry drove his tongue into her labia, forcing it quickly and avidly 
between those juicy lips and deeply into the jellied velvet of her 
hole, eager to taste her love fluids, to know the exotic flavors of a 
strange cunt. The woman's crotch jerked and fell, and he licked avidly 
into her gash, sucked her cunt lips into his teeth, and worried them 
like a puppy mauling fresh meat.

"Oh lord, oh lord!" Debbie panted. "He - he's not just kissing it, like 
Lester does - he's really eating it! Uuhh! Oh! I can't stand it, can't 
take it - it's too much; too much!"

Finding her clitoris hidden beneath a rich hooding of sensitive flesh, 
Jerry drilled his tongue against the vibrant nubbin, and was rewarded 
by the sudden, quick lunging of Debbie's crotch into his teeth. Lapping 
furiously, tickling and sucking, he dug his fingers into the resilient 
cheeks of the woman's full ass and ate happily.

She churned her pelvis and ground her hairy snatch to him, her ass 
swinging and rocking. See-sawing her pussy into his mouth, Debbie cried 
out throatily that she was coming, coming, before her voice was 
suddenly cut off, muffled into groans by something. When the violent 
waves of her seething climax subsided, Jerry lifted his dripping face 
and looked up the length of the plush naked body to see his mother 
passionately kissing Debbie's mouth.



Chapter 7


Jerry couldn't wait; seeing his mom tongue-kissing another woman made 
him hotter than ever, and as he watched her cup one of Debbie's 
generous breasts, he climbed high between the woman's wide-spread 
thighs and aimed his swollen cockhead down into the thick brush of her 
steaming pussy. He could see the cunt lips now, all greasy and inflamed 
by the eating he had given them, looking juicy and appetizing.

His flanged knob pressed down through the shielding fur and snuggled 
its blunt, leaking tip against the ineffable softness of Debbie's 
labia. They were blazing, and he quivered as he pushed his ballooned 
cockhead hard into them. He felt the woman's body quake, felt the 
immediate response of her crotch as it lifted to accept him.

Sparing a glance at the way his mom was squeezing her friend's big 
tits, at the way she was avidly kissing the gasping mouth, Jerry pushed 
more strongly, and felt his bulb slide into the hot, soapy embrace of 
Debbie Carter's pussy. It felt as wonderful as it had tasted, all 
shuddering and deep around his shaft, and Jerry plunged his club 
deeper, reaching all the way back, all the way up into the tight satin 
clinging of the new snatch.

She jerked as he touched bottom, when his ridged knob came to rest 
against the spongy cup of her cervix, and her vagina gripped his buried 
prick like a sizzling, slippery glove with many rippling fingers. Jerry 
wiggled it there for a long, breathless moment, then began to draw it 
back for another thrilling stroke.

Debbie's hungry cunt followed, trying desperately to hold his club 
locked within its juicy basket, squirmin around his withdrawing cock 
and building up a powerful suction. He pulled back until only her avid 
pussy lips were clinging to the flanges of his bulb, then shoved the 
thick length of it all back into the liquid depths of that wondrously 
salved snatch.

She felt just as tight as his mom, her cunt almost as rich, and she was 
using that searing hole as if she had just discovered the pleasures of 
fucking. Her pussy was greedy, gulping at his prick, hidden muscles 
squeezing down upon the head when he buried it, releasing him so he 
could slide back and forth into the hot oils that were flowing so 
copiously within that exciting sheath.

Ripping her mouth from his mom's, the woman gasped, "Oh! Oh! Your thing 
is packing me so tightly - your cock! Oh yes, that marvelous, 
tremendous young cock. There - I said it, and I'll say prick and how 
it's thrilling my cunt. Oh - uuhh! Darling boy, beautiful boy - oh, 
fuck me, fuck me!"

"Yes mam'," he said, and continued to work his sturdy rod powerfully 
into her heaving, bubbling gash. She was one hell of a fuck, he told 
himself, comparing her twistings and wigglings to the way his mother 
reacted when his dick was plunging into her. Even if they were both hot 
as hell, the women moved differently, he thought, and their pussy 
lubrication didn't feel quite the same. He wondered what Mrs. Carter's 
husband would think, if he could see his wife impaled upon this big, 
driving prick, if be could watch how she was going crazy on the sliding 
meat.

His dad would sure get a bang out of seeing it, Jerry thought, rolling 
his ass to make his cockhead rake all the tender spots deep within the 
flexing snatch, to grind his root into the pulsing clit. His dad would 
like to fuck this woman, too; he'd be a dummy if he didn't, because 
this Mrs. Hard-up Carter was one live and juicy piece of ass.

She was coming again now, slamming her cunt into his stem and moaning 
while his mom played with the nipples of those great tits. Jerry 
watched as Angela lowered her flushed face and began to suck upon one 
of them, and his hard cock throbbed with pleasure. It was freaky and 
thrilling to see that, to be fucking a woman while his mom sucked her 
tits.

Trembling upon his sledging prick, Debbie fell back, her thighs 
relaxing momentarily, and he kept right on pumping the good meat to her 
twitching pussy. But he let go her ass and reached around to find his 
mother's slim hand. Catching her fragile wrist, he drew her hand down 
across Debbie's sweaty belly and placed the fingers upon that wealth of 
springy hair.

"Go ahead, mom," he said. "You want to feel her up, I know. And you 
told me to be honest in our sex, we should always do what we want. It 
doesn't turn me off; I think it's great, to see you all hot and loving 
up another woman."

He could feel the quiver of her fingers as they slid into Debbie's 
mound to feel the stretched outline of the other woman's cunt lips, so 
they could discover the slowly moving slippery roundness of his 
distended cock.

Debbie really went crazy then, when Angela manipulated her clitoris as 
Jerry's big shaft was hammering into the farthest reaches of her oily 
pussy. Her heels drummed upon the mattress, and she threw her arms 
around Angela's neck, drawing their mouths violently together. Surging 
her hips, wringing Jerry's cock around inside the narrow, boiling 
sleeve of her aroused cunt, she laid it up to him in savage, demanding 
strokes, wanting more meat, insisting that he drive it in her to the 
balls.

Giving her all he had, he felt the wet slapping of his bag into the 
hairy crack of her gyrating ass, and knew that his orgasm was gathering 
strength. The shaky feeling came racing up along his thighs and his 
balls seemed to expand.

"You love it," he hissed. "You love my hard prick, Mrs. Carter. You 
want me to keep fucking you and fucking you, until your pussy 
collapses, and right now you don't give a shit about your husband or 
anything else - you just need to ride on my stiff meat. And here it 
comes, lady! Here it is, all for you - take my come, you beautiful, 
hot-assed bitch!"

His semen spewed forth from the vibrating head of his cock like a 
thundering river. It exploded far back inside her quaking pussy, 
hurling the searing lava of his come over her womb and wetly branding 
her vaginal walls. Great, slippery gobs of sticky juice splattered her 
snatch, and his spitting cockhead ballooned so wide that he thought he 
was going to get locked into the basket of her cunt forever.

Cradled between her straining thighs, gripped by the hairy power of her 
awakened labia, Jerry became aware that his mother's fingers were still 
probing Debbie's cunt lips, that she was also lightly fondling the root 
of his embedded shaft. No wonder the other woman was still jerking and 
wriggling around on his dripping knob; his mom was driving her wild, 
playing with the clitoris.

He held his shaft into Debbie's fluctuating hole while she leaped her 
pelvis against his, as she came again and again, every climax fierce 
and overwhelming. Jerry watched the woman's face tense and go white, 
and saw the black eyelashes flutter helplessly.

"She's about to pass out, mom," he said quickly, and slipped his prick 
from the sheathing of her wet pussy, leaving a trail of creamy semen 
down the inside of her olive-skinned thigh as he did so.

Relenting, Angela eased up on her caresses, and when Jerry backed from 
between the woman's thighs, she snuggled her friend close, turning 
Debbie toward her so that their fine, high tits fitted together and 
their smooth bellies met. Her peered closely to see the golden cunt 
hairs pressing hungrily into the black cunt hairs, and thought that the 
sight was something else, a vivid image of love between two gorgeous, 
sexy women. He liked it; he dug it very much, and wanted to see more.

Maybe they would go down on each other, eat each other's juicy cunt, 
running their tongues in and out and wiggling all the time, grinding 
their gorgeous asses and humping.

It was more groovy because they also wanted him too, perhaps even 
needed him to make their loving complete. These women weren't gay, he 
knew; he'd read about gay chicks and guys, but his mom and Debbie both 
dug a man's fucking first. He wondered if what they were doing, and the 
wilder things they would do in the future, made them bisexuals. From 
the way they acted, neither of them had ever been involved with a woman 
before, and maybe he had been the catalyst that turned them on to doing 
their thing with each other, after keeping the sensual urges secret for 
so long.

But after a minute or so of quiet adoration, they drew apart and turned 
onto their backs. Debbie's eyes were still closed, and her plush body 
was limp. Jerry realized that his mom had only backed off to give her 
friend time to rest and recover, and thought that the pussy-eating, the 
solid screwing, he had given to Mrs. Carter must have shaken the woman 
tremendously, and her sexual explosions had been considerably 
heightened by the touch of homosexuality. For the moment, Debbie Carter 
was drained, spent, pumped dry of emotions, and her head was probably 
going around and around as all the new ideas spun madly inside her 
brain.

She was going to be fine, Jerry thought; Debbie was eager and hot, and 
once she had fully accepted the open, honest approach to being fucked, 
she would be an even better screw. He admitted that by solving one 
problem, by he and his mother drawing this lusty woman into their 
private circle, they had also added another problem of additional 
dimensions. Right next door, never dreaming that his wife had been so 
thoroughly screwed, was Lester Carter; and somewhere around, was their 
young daughter.

Moving to the edge of the bed, Jerry swung his legs over and put his 
feet down against the carpet. Mary Carter was a cute little kid, all 
right, but she was still a kid. His experience had been with older 
women, married women, and Jerry didn't think a young chick could be a 
better fuck, in any way. Besides, she might get all freaked out, if she 
was to discover that the kid next door was putting the prick to her 
mom, and to his own mother, also.

And Mr. Carter: the man didn't seem at all like Jerry's dad; he was no 
swinger, not the type of guy who would set up his son to ball his wife. 
A quiet man, Debbie's husband, and kind of tired looking most of the 
time. He didn't do much, except watch TV and read, when he wasn't 
working. But he might be able to get real pissed off if he found out 
Jerry was screwing his wife.

Mom would have to work all this out with him, he thought, looking down 
at his softened prick. It might be possible for them to keep it 
undercover, making it with Debbie, but when his dad came home, they'd 
have to tell him, and let Mack Winston in on some of that slippery, 
greedy pussy. His mother had said that Debbie already had the hots for 
his dad, and it would be a shame to deprive them of the chance to get 
together and ball.

Picturing that, his horny father pumping away between Debbie's ripe 
thighs, Jerry thought it would be fun, to be right there next to them, 
and pounding the cock to his mom at the same time. They could come in 
one pussy, then swap over to another one.

He went into the bathroom to take a leak, and when he came back out, 
his mother was sitting up, looking graceful and extremely beautiful. 
He'd never tire of seeing her this way, Jerry knew, her nude body 
glistening, her magniflcent tits thrusting out so proudly, their strong 
nipples like luscious pink cherries.

She said softly, "Debbie is coming around, darling. Do you think you 
can make it with her - with us - again, before she has to go home? She 
can't stay over here with us all night, you know, as much as we would 
like her to."

"Sure," he answered. "You were right, mom; screwing another woman is 
exciting, but I'll always be hung up on your sweet pussy. Do you have 
anything special in mind? I mean, I can see that you want to swing with 
her yourself, and I can wait, or help you some way -"

Angela shook her head, the golden waterfall of her thick hair spilling 
over the creamy roundness of her bare shoulders. "I can always do that, 
but right now, I think I'd really enjoy you banging us both, or feeding 
us your lovely cock, or doing all that."

"I'm ready," he said, fondling his prick and feeling the surge of blood 
beginning to pack the shaft, knowing the lifting and swelling of his 
ever ready cockhead.

On the bed, Debbie stirred, her eyes opening slowly, dark eyes with a 
new and heady excitement moving within them like so many little hot 
lights. "You two are talking about me as if I'm not here. Yes, I was 
shaken clear down to my toes by what I did, and by what was done to me. 
But I'm ready, too - for anything."

"Okay," Jerry said. "I don't know if you've ever eaten your husband's 
cock, but from the way you talked about him only kissing your pussy, I 
figure you haven't. So I'm going to fuck you for awhile first and get 
you heated up again, then I'll feed you my meat. And if I can hold out 
all right, I'll do the same thing to my mother, going back and forth 
between you.

Debbie Carter trembled, but firmed her chin and repeated, "I'm ready."

So he climbed onto the bed and set himself back between her chubby 
thighs, comparing their ripe roundness with his mom's long, sleek ones, 
and liking them both. Jerry didn't wait, didn't even take time to 
caress the woman's mellow tits or to fondle her legs; he poised his 
spread glans against the greasy lips of her shaggy cunt and speared up 
into the drenched sheath of her vagina.

Already recovered from his last ejaculation, Jerry felt strong, as if 
he could fuck all night and well into the next day, and he knew a 
little twinge of regret that this lush and lovely woman couldn't remain 
with them through the evening, sleep with them. He drove his big staff 
home to the hilt, lancing her deeply with its hardness and slamming the 
head to the far end of her tight snatch, Debbie shook with the force of 
that initial plunge, recovering to grind her pelvis avidly into his 
own, humping swiftly and frantically to have herself another gratifying 
orgasm, and he felt that she was also worrying about having to cut 
short her screwing.

Stroking her until Debbie shuddered to a quick, wet climax, he pulled 
out and climbed up her supine body, straddling it and bending down his 
slippery prick to place it between the generous mounds of her breasts. 
Squeezing the globes together with both hands, Jerry worked his ass 
back and forth, sliding his balls over her warm skin, titty-fucking her 
as she stared big-eyed down to watch his bulging knob pop out.

He took weight from her and leaned forward, letting go her breasts and 
taking hold of her head. Debbie flinched. "I - I never did this before. 
Will it hurt? It's so big, Jerry, I don't know if I can -"

Not giving the woman a chance to think it over and perhaps cop out 
because of her programming, he forced the rubbery, slick bulb of his 
reddened prick to her lips and commanded, "Eat it."

Trembling, her red lips parted, and he thrust his cockhead between 
them, giving her a taste of her own pussy as well, filling her startled 
mouth with his glans. Her mouth was smaller than his mother's, he 
found, and her cheeks puffed out as her tongue quivered beneath his 
knob, but the cavity was just as hot and slippery, so he stroked it 
gently into her face, the lightly haired sack of his balls against her 
chin. He could feel the nipples of her big tits touching them below, 
and exulted in the sensation of complete dominance over this lovely 
woman, this other man's wife who had never eaten a cock before.

But as Debbie got into the swing of the act, and started to wiggle her 
tongue around, Jerry remembered that his mother needed some more sex, 
too, that she was waiting patiently beside them. He backed his tingling 
prick from Debbie's lips and moved over.

One knee upon each side of his mom's golden head, he let her nibble at 
his balls, and felt her agile tongue sliding up beneath his hard shaft 
before it curled around his puffy knob. She took it into her lips, slid 
the tip along the roof of her mouth, and her fingers toyed with the 
rest of the pole she couldn't get inside, played with his balls.

His mother kept her blue eyes open, staring up into his, as if she was 
also making a deeply moving physical contact that way, letting him see 
the sensuous enjoyment she was getting from sucking on his cockhead. 
She really knew how to do it, he thought, grinding his crotch and 
working his glans around her mouth, over her tongue and against the 
slidy heat of her inner cheeks.

But if he kept it up, he knew damned well she would make him come, and 
Jerry wanted to satisfy her first. She moaned and made a face when he 
slid his bulb from between her siphoning lips, but he drew it down 
between the satin heapings of her breasts, then across the trembling 
arch of her white belly. When he reached the sultry hairing of her 
pulsing mound, his mom was lifting it to him, aching for the immersion 
of his meat into her wetly eager snatch.

Closing about the smooth thrust of his prick, Angela's trained pussy 
pulled him into its flexing depths, into the greasy, thrilling hole 
that snugged it so well. Jerry held it shoved full length into her for 
a long, erotic moment, not stroking as his mom wriggled passionately 
upon the embedded knob. She had that very special moistness, that 
particular motion that seemed more sexy than any other woman could 
develop, and he adored the cunt he was jammed into.

Angela rode his staff with serpentine rollings of her svelte hips, with 
lithe and hungry pistonings of her pelvis, and Jerry saw that she was 
holding tightly to Debbie's hand. Forcing his stem more strongly up 
against his mother's clitoral hood, he pumped steadily, trying to 
concentrate on other things, in order to bring her to a good orgasm 
without going off himself.

The husband next door, he thought; the cute girl who'd probably freak 
right out if she could see what was happening upon this bed. If either 
of the remaining Carter's saw their mother-wife bare-assed and panting 
for him, they'd think they'd gone crazy. Or else, they'd get so hot 
they couldn't stand it.

Almost as hot as he was getting, he thought, and was glad when his 
mother shivered violently, her pussy thrumming around his sliding rod 
as she came in a series of twisting humps of her crotch. Jerry let his 
cock rest in her for awhile, scared to move for fear his semen would 
come leaping out before he was ready and she felt so damned good, so 
squishy and wiggly in the seething depths of her magic cunt.

It was several seconds before Jerry even dared to whip out his prick 
and lean back upon his haunches. The air cooled his feverish cock 
somewhat, and he saw that Debbie's eyes were fixed with fascination 
upon the polished, reddened knob that glistened from the warm juices of 
the pussy it had just left.

"I think I can make one more round," he said, and moved over to place 
himself between the woman's plush, thighs. The black dewiness of her 
vulva shone up at him, anxious to be stretched once more by the long 
thickness of his swollen prick.

Taking more time to let the pressure subside in his balls, he slipped a 
finger into the red lips of her steaming labia, and probed the velvet 
sleeve of Debbie's pussy for while, coming up as she squirmed to 
manipulate her clit; it was bigger than his mom's, he discovered, 
almost like a little prick standing out hard and trembling. Jerry 
teased it until the woman came furiously, her marvelously haired snatch 
bucking, as she cried out in intense pleasure.

When she had sagged back, he took out his finger and set the spongy 
bulb of his rested prick into those beguiling, bearded cunt lips and 
shoved. They opened to take him in, going elastic and spreading to 
encircle the heavy roundness of his distended cock. His meat filled her 
pussy, packed it from end to end, and Debbie wriggled upon it.

"It's always so big and hard," she panted. "Oh, I can't believe that my 
pussy can take it all. Ahh, darling! You touch bottom with every 
stroke, and your cockhead feels like it's going to come out through my 
stomach. Oh - ahh - lay it into my cunt, you sweet boy; fuck me over 
and over, because I love you, because I adore that big, wonderful prick 
of yours."

Rocking backward and forward into the furry basket of her crotch, Jerry 
hammered his shaft into her greedy snatch, building her to a softly 
shrieking climax. Debbie's cunt tried to eat up his prick, clamping and 
jerking upon it, and she clawed at his shoulders with hooked fingers as 
she came, and came again.

Jerry's heart was pounding and his balls were threatening to blow 
themselves apart. Swiftly, he yanked his slippery cock from the suction 
of her undulating pussy and crawled back up Debbie's nakedly heaving 
body. Catching her black hair in both hands, he lifted her face as he 
guided the greasy head of his hard shaft against her gasping mouth. The 
woman's red lips were soft, and he saw the flash of her white teeth 
before the swollen bulb of his prick covered them.

"Eat It now," he hissed, sliding his glans far into her mouth and 
touching the tip of it against the silken goblet of her throat. "Gobble 
it on down, Mrs. Carter - suck on my cock and lick it, as you never did 
to your husband. I'm going to pump my come right on down your throat 
this time, Debbie; you're going to swallow it all, drink it down."

Maybe Debbie struggled a little, or she might have simply been eager to 
get with it, but he held her head in position anyhow, and fed his meat 
back and forth into her mouth. Jerry fucked her mouth, packed it and 
stroked it, running his cockhead across her quivering tongue and over 
the roof of her mouth, but being careful not to choke the woman as he 
reached into her throat.

Like a steam line breaking, his prick suddenly jetted live hotness into 
Debbie Carter's mouth, a gush of bubbling thick semen that puffed out 
her cheeks and flooded her tongue. The rich cream hosed far back into 
her throat, and she had to swallow rapidly, so she could breathe around 
the deluge. Jerry felt a growing suction, a drawing pressure upon his 
knob as the woman sucked upon it, as his vital juices flowed down her 
throat and into her belly. She didn't flinch at her first inundation of 
come, but reveled in its release, her eyes closed in rapture and her 
full body arching.

Angela said softly, "Oh wow - she loves semen as much as I do; she's 
just never had a chance to swallow it before. See, Jerry - in a way, 
you got a cherry from her, did something to Debbie that no man ever 
did. But every time you put that immense cock into a woman, it makes 
her feels as if she's being fucked for the first time, anyhow."

Holding it in the woman's mouth until she had drained the final droplet 
of his juice, Jerry then backed it from her greedy lips and lifted 
himself from off her body. He felt damned good, being able to turn on a 
pair of such lovely women as these two, and even if there was a slight 
nagging in the back of his head, a fear of discovery by Debbie's 
husband, he sublimated it. Hell, he thought, lying down upon his back 
between the two beautiful, warmly naked bodies, he would fuck Debbie 
and his mom even if he knew somebody would beat the shit out of him 
because of it.

He put a hand upon each of their palpitating cunts and cupped the hairy 
mounds lovingly, his center flngers lightly probing the greasy slits 
buried so deeply in different colored pubic hair. Snatches like these 
should never be allowed to go to waste, and as long as he could raise a 
hard, he would see to it that they didn't stay empty for long. And if 
his cock went soft for some unknown reason, he'd pack each delicious 
pussy with his tongue.

Besides, he thought, his mother and her best friend certainly had a 
thing for each other, and they would soon be fulfilling their desires 
in that direction. He would watch and join in, share them as they 
shared their bodies and their love.

Nothing else mattered.



Chapter 8


Next morning, Jerry dived into a heavy breakfast of bacon and eggs and 
buttered toast, topped by both milk and coffee and preceded by fruit 
juice and vitamin pills. Besides being hungry, he was taking no chances 
on losing any strength.

They had gotten Debbie Carter together last night, helping her to dress 
and to do something about her hair and makeup, so that she looked 
reasonably presentable when she went home to her husband and daughter. 
She hadn't really wanted to leave, hut they all knew it was best, and 
as she kissed them both goodnight, she'd promised to return as soon as 
she could.

Finishing the last of his coffee, Jerry stretched his legs and said, 
"Mom - what about Mr. Carter and Mary? I mean, if we want to keep 
Debbie with us for any length of time, we're running the chance of him 
walking in on us some day, just like she did."

"I know," his mother answered, "and I've been thinking about that. 
Since Lester isn't working this weekend it's probably as good a time as 
any, too. I guess the best thing for me to do is to seduce him, get him 
to lay me, so he can't make Debbie feel guilty about her own swinging. 
Still, some men cling to that old double sex standard, and he might not 
go for his wife fucking someone else, even if he is."

"Maybe she can help work on him with you," Jerry suggested. "If she 
talks to him, really talks to him, she might get him all turned on. I 
know talking with you about screwing does it to me."

Angela snapped her fingers. "You may be right, darling. Our friend 
Lester could be made horny as hell, if Debbie brought it up to him, if 
his own wife sort of offered me to him as a new and exciting lay. It 
might put a lot more zip into their sex life, too. I don't think that 
Lester is actually a cold type; he's just in a rut, tired of the same 
old screwing, no matter how good it is."

Carrying his dishes to the washer, Jerry put them away and said, "They 
never ate each other."

"Blame the rut they're in, and all that early programming, and probably 
the fact that most married couples never really talk to each other, 
never bring their sexual secrets out into the open. Your father and I 
were lucky, right from the beginning, and now you'll never be hidebound 
by a bunch of propaganda that can only make you frustrated and 
unhappy."

Jerry patted his mother's sleek ass and grinned. "No way for me to be 
frustrated now. I've had the best, and if I never get to fuck all the 
rest, I'll still be happy. How are you going to do it, mom - set him 
up, I mean?"

She kissed his cheek and he felt the mounded pressure of her proud 
breasts. "I'll call Debbie and clue her in, tell her to bring him over 
here. Maybe you shouldn't be around, though - not at first, anyway. 
After we've gotten Lester going, you can join the party."

"Okay," he said, stroking her hips as she stood softly against him. 
"But where are you going to lay him, living room or bedroom? I want to 
see and hear it all."

Angela frowned. "The living room, I think. I'll feed him some brandied 
coffee and move him in there on the couch. If you get over in the 
corner behind your father's big chair, you'll be out of sight." She 
kissed him again, this time upon the mouth, her tongue darting and 
honeyed. "I'll miss you, baby. Of course, I'm excited about screwing a 
different man, about trying a new prick, but I'll miss you, anyhow."

"I can wait," Jerry said, and she went to the telephone to make the 
arrangements. He heard her whispering instructions to Debbie and 
listened to the small argument that seemed to be going on, but 
evidently the other woman soon agreed.

"Have to run and make myself very sexy," Angela said. "Don't let him 
see you, dear."

He felt a burgeoning of excitement as he went into the living room and 
took cover behind the big leather chair. From there, he could look into 
the kitchen and see as well as hear everything that went on. The couch 
was to his right, across the room, and Jerry had a clear view of that, 
also. Leaning back against the wall, his old robe wrapped around his 
body, he remembered that he hadn't gotten dressed in several days. It 
had been one long, terrific honeymoon with his mom, all that 
magnificent fucking and eating each other, spiced at the end by Debbie 
Carter's participation. He had the edge on his dad there; Mack didn't 
have another woman join in when he had married mom.

Peering around the chair, he saw his mother come back into the kitchen; 
she wore her slinky red dressing gown, the one that clung suggestively 
to every curve of her long, lithe body.

It added a tantalizing, mysterious quality to her already beautiful 
body, because the shimmering material couldn't quite be seen through, 
because the suggestions of nipples and the outlines of luscious breasts 
were barely guarded. As Angela moved to the counter, the gown flowed 
around her sleek hips, and there was just a quick, teasing flash of her 
long, supple legs. Luxuriously, her sun-gold hair purled down her back, 
a pendulum to call attention to the swinging of her shapely ass. If 
Lester Carter didn't raise a hard just looking at her, he didn't have 
any balls, and was beyond hope.

Though he'd been expecting it, Jerry jumped a little when he heard the 
knock on the back door. He stared as Debbie preceded her husband into 
the kitchen and saw her kiss his mother on the cheek as usual, even if 
he knew damned well that she wanted to blend hot tongue to wet tongue.

Lester was a redhead, a nice looking guy about five-ten and weighing 
possibly 190 - plenty big enough to beat the hell out of a skinny kid 
for dicking his wife, and Jerry found himself wishing hard that nothing 
would go wrong. He and his mom and Debbie might sneak around for 
months, fucking whenever they got a good chance, but sooner or later, 
they'd get caught at it.

He had another idea then: his dad had asked him to keep his mom out of 
trouble, to fuck her so well she wouldn't even be interested in 
screwing anybody else. Yet here they were, working out a plot to bring 
in another man. Jerry told himself that it wasn't really the same, 
because the guy's wife was already part of the family screwing, and 
wouldn't be yelling for a divorce.

"Sure," Lester said to the offer of brandy and coffee, as the women 
maneuvered him onto a stool between them, "but I don't know why Debbie 
dragged me over here. I mean, if you and Mack are having problems, I 
don't know what the hell I can do to help."

Angela said, "A man's viewpoint might do some good. Here's to solving 
problems, then."

Jerry noticed that the man's eyes kept flitting over to Angela's tits, 
then hastily away, and knew that Lester must be getting a good whiff of 
her musky perfume. No doubt, he had eyed her lots of times before, 
dreaming a little about how good it would be to feel those slender legs 
wrapped around him while he fed his meat to the unknown juiciness of 
her pussy. But Lester had never gotten up enough nerve to make a pass.

Debbie sat up straighter. "While we're at it, we may as well discuss 
our own hangups, Les." She looked great, Jerry thought, dressed in a 
simple pants suit that brought out all the ample curves of her mature 
body, and he felt a little thrill, remembering what a crazy fuck she 
had turned into once she let herself go, recalling the way she had 
gulped at the semen he pumped into her throat.

Even though Angela's thigh was pressing against his own, the guy looked 
sharply at his wife. "Not here, Debbie."

"Here is the right place," she insisted, "because I think I'm going to 
shock the hell out of you, Les." Taking a deep breath that pushed her 
big tits strongly against her blouse, Debbie continued: "I haven't been 
happy with our sex life for a long time, and you haven't, either. 
Angela and I talked it over, and we decided that what you need is some 
variety."

Lester poured himself some more of the heavily laced coffee. "Damnit, 
Debbie -"

But his wife plunged on. "Don't you think Angela is beautiful? Isn't 
she sexually attractive? I've seen you watching her, Les, and I can 
imagine what you were thinking."

"Sure, she's beautiful, but that doesn't mean -"

Jerry saw his mother slide one hand over onto the man's thigh, and 
watched Lester flinch as if the fingers were red-hot, and thought maybe 
they were.

Debbie said, "Well, we're giving you a chance to make your erotic 
daydreams come true. Angela wants to make it with you, too. I approve, 
Les - I really want you to screw my best friend. That's why I brought 
you over here."

The man swallowed noisily. "Wh - what? Debbie, what the hell are you - 
this isn't you; you never talked like - much less came up with such a 
wild idea; I don't know what's gotten into you."

"It's what you have the opportunity to get into," Debbie said. "Look at 
Angela, damnit! She has such lovely breasts, and her legs are so long 
and graceful; she's a truly passionate woman, and she's willing, Les. 
She's more than willing - she's hot, hot."

Now Jerry watched his mom's hand creep into Lester Carter's crotch, 
fingering there while she leaned a firm breast into his upper arm, 
while her scented breath was warm at his ear.

Angela said, "It's not a wild idea, Lester; you're getting hard."

Debbie leaned against her husband from the other side, and he was 
pinned between his wife and the woman he wanted to screw more just 
then. "Go ahead," his wife said. "Feel those firm tits, her thighs; 
think of her pussy, all hot and juicy, just begging for your hard 
cock."

"Damn!" Lester said with a gush of pent-up breath. "Debbie - Angela - I 
- I just -"

"Come on," Angela said then, lifting his hands to place them upon her 
breasts. "There - that was easy, wasn't it? Do you like my tits, 
Lester? They're not as big as your wife's, but I think they're pretty 
good. Feel how hard my nipples are - almost as hard as your prick, 
darling."

Stunned, the man allowed himself to be nudged to his feet and moved on 
shaky legs between them to the living room. Jerry could see the bulge 
in his pants now, the outline of a good-sized shaft, but nowhere near 
as big as his own.

"There," Angela purred, "just sit back and let us take off your 
clothes. Debbie - you get his shirt, while I take off his shoes and 
pants, okay?"

They stripped him quickly, yanking and pulling, and when Lester was 
naked on the couch, Angela ran her fingertips over his upright cock. 
"So this is what Debbie hasn't been getting enough of - it's a nice, 
hard one, too. And you have lovely balls, Lester; they seem very full."

Chokingly, the man muttered, "Either I'm drunk or crazy, but I'm not 
stupid enough to turn this down."

Standing away from them then, Debbie said, "I'll just slip over there 
and leave you two to make it by yourselves from here on."

Her husband didn't even look up as she walked quickly to sit in the big 
leather chair where Jerry was hiding, and he wondered if Debbie knew he 
was behind it. Her eyes were fixed intently upon the couch, where 
Angela was disrobing now, and Jerry watched with her to see his 
mother's compelling body exposed.

She stood proudly, arching her back and making her high, fine tits 
stand out, rolling her hips lithely as the dressing gown floated down 
to the floor. Her burnished hair gleamed and drew Lester's eyes like a 
magnet. Jerry saw the guy's prick throb and looked closer at it; the 
rod was stumpy but solid, patterned by a blue network of swollen 
arteries, the head a bright and glowing red, as was the hair in his 
crotch and over his distended balls.

"All for you," Angela said, and climbed long-legged onto the couch, 
pushing him down gently upon his back, so that the man's eager shaft 
stood straight up. "Let me do it all, Lester."

All the guy could do was nod, his eyes wide and his prick bobbing 
hungrily. Behind the chair, Jerry came to his knees and reached around 
for Debbie's hand. The woman jumped at the touch, but instantly 
realized who he was. He drew her hand back and placed it upon his 
dilated cockhead as they watched his mother and her husband on the 
verge of fucking each other. It was groovy for Jerry, because the guy 
had no idea his wife was feeling another prick at the time.

Lester was mesmerized by the sleek body poised above him, the slender, 
polished thighs widespread to expose the golden wonder of Angela's 
lustrous mound and the dewy pinkness of her cunt lips. His hands went 
trembling up to take her slim waist, and she wrapped one hand around 
his cock, holding it still as she brought her hairy crotch slowly down.

When the silken hairs touched the tip of the man's prick, Jerry thought 
Lester would leap off the couch, but he settled back as Angela wriggled 
her smooth ass and pressed her humid labia against his knob. It slid 
eagerly up into her hot sheath, inch by expanded inch, until she was 
sitting against his pelvis, until only his balls were outside the 
slippery marvel of her practiced cunt.

Humping into Debbie's hand, Jerry dug the scene, watching his mother's 
gorgeous ass shift back and forth so the man's cock was rolled 
lasciviously around inside her snatch. He had seen his dad's prick 
slipping in and out of that magic box, and knew the sensations it could 
bring to his own stiff meat; now he was observing a new rod pumping 
into his mom's precious pussy, and could see that she was enjoying it, 
that the newness was thrilling her. And he realized that possibly she 
was turned on even more, knowing the man's wife was seeing every grind 
of her crotch, each voluptuous spiral of her ass.

Debbie's hand suddenly whipped from his cock, and Jerry blinked in 
surprise, until he saw that she was tearing off her clothing, flinging 
the pants suit into the air as she got naked. Her big, soft tits were 
heaving, their nipples standing out brown and hard.

Over on the couch, Angela was really laying it to Lester, her belly 
wheeling and dipping, one hand behind the man's head as she fed a 
nipple into his suctioning mouth. The cheeks of her satiny ass 
tightened and let go, and she had her knees drawn up high, rocking and 
seesawing upon the engorged meat buried inside her driving pussy.

Lester hung on, stroking back with frantic liftings of his pelvis, 
reaching up into the juicy glory of that wildly spasming vagina he had 
dreamed about. The wet, sexy, noises became louder, and Jerry could 
hear their bellies slap together, hear the rasping of their breath and 
the moans of his mother as she drew near to her orgasm with this new 
lover.

"Fuck him!" Debbie hissed from the chair, squeezing hard upon both her 
naked breasts. "Fuck him, Angela - make him come in you!"

And blindly, she pawed back for another grip upon another prick, one 
that Jerry happily slid into her fingers. He didn't take his eyes from 
the furiously screwing pair on the couch, and when his mother trembled 
and threw back her head in ecstasy, he knew she had come. Lester's 
balls jerked upward only a split second later, and the man dug his 
fingers into the smooth cheeks of Angela's ass as he strained his 
crotch to hers and fired the wad of his semen up into her shuddering 
cunt.

His mom loved the feel of hot jism spurting into her, Jerry thought, 
loved it any way she could get it, and he was glad for her now. And now 
Lester Carter couldn't say a damned thing about his wife balling 
another guy, even a young kid, because he'd never want to be deprived 
of his new, enthralling pussy.



Chapter 9


Debbie's hand drew Jerry around the chair, and he stood uncertainly as 
the woman held onto his stiff prick. There on the couch, Lester 
Carter's shaft was still embedded to the balls within Angela's golden 
pussy, and the guy was panting hard, his red-haired chest rising and 
falling almost as fast as his cock had been, moments ago.

But Jerry still felt a little nervous, to be standing naked with the 
man's wife tugging upon his swollen rod. He didn't resist though, when 
Debbie slid from the big leather chair and pushed him down onto the 
seat. She balanced upon her widespread feet, staring at her husband and 
Angela, fondling her own heavy breasts, fingering the stiff nipples and 
rolling her plush hips from side to side in an intriguing motion.

"You did it," she said to her husband. "You fucked Angela, and did a 
good job of it, too."

Lester rolled his head to look at his wife, blinking as he saw she was 
naked, his hand still cradling another woman's slim ass. "Y - yes I 
did. But remember, you asked me to do it."

Sliding her head down over her mellow body, Debbie said, "Yes, and I 
enjoyed it as much as you did. I got a thrill out of seeing you two 
screw, out of watching my husband stick big cock into my best friend's 
pussy - even though you haven't balled me in more than a month."

For the first time, Lester seemed to focus upon Jerry, looking beyond 
his wife to where Jerry sat in the chair, with his huge prick tall and 
thick as a fence post.

"There's somebody else - it's the kid; it's Jerry! Has he been there 
all this time?" Lester let go Angela's ass and seemed to shrink, but 
there was no place to hide.

"Yes," his wife answered, her flngers playing down into the rich 
hairing of her opulent mound, and her hips rolled faster, more 
erotically. "Yes, Jerry watched you pour the prick to his mother, just 
as you're about to see him slide that gigantic young meat into your 
wife's hot cunt."

"Debbie - you really mean -"

"Damned right," she said. "You'll have to get used to a lot of things 
from now on, Les, starting with this."

Jerry saw that his mom was beginning to lift her crotch, and saw the 
agile shifting of her buttocks as she moved the man's shaft out of her 
sweet pussy. Lester must have thrown one hell of a wad, he thought. 
When the inflamed knob came into view, it was still leaking semen; a 
trickle of white fluid was draining down the reddened staff to puddle 
around the base.

Angela sat up then and moved along the couch lifting the man's knees 
and placing them across her lap. She looked more wonderful than ever to 
Jerry; right after she had been fucked her skin glowed, and there was a 
deep inner radiance to her, an exceptionally sultry look to her face. 
She said to Lester, "Relax, darling, and watch them. It's good for all 
of us."

The guy had no choice, Jerry thought, his eyes now upon the well-
cushioned cheeks of Debbie Carter's olive-skinned ass as they gyrated 
sensuously before him; Lester couldn't deny his wife the same fun he'd 
just had.

Debbie was glorying in her newly released sensuality, going full blast, 
blazing hot because of the coupling she had seen, and eager to show her 
husband what a great piece of ass she could also be, to someone else. 
Her rounded flesh was all trembling, her heavy tits swinging as she 
swayed and humped, her fingers teasing into her own cunt.

"Look at the size of this boy's wonderful prick," she said. "Isn't it 
terrific, Les? At first, I didn't think I would be able to get all that 
gorgeous meat up into my pussy, but I did. When I screwed him before, 
Jerry just about fucked me into a faint. Watch me take him on again, 
Les - watch me ride his cock."

She backed toward him, and Jerry spread his legs as he lifted his hands 
to put them upon her hips. She didn't lower her crotch upon his upright 
pole right away, so he reached around and played with the shaggy, wiry 
mound of her pulsing cunt. He wondered what her old man thought of 
that, seeing another guy caressing his wife's lush snatch, cupping the 
humid mound and fingering down into the hot, rubbery lips that Lester 
himself had fucked so many times.

Now Debbie was bending a little so that she could fondle the distended 
head of his ready prick, her face lifted so she could stare into her 
husband's stunned eyes, and Jerry felt that the woman was smiling every 
moment. He felt her woolly vulva touch against the end of his glans, 
felt the beat flowing from her trembling labia, and thought that Debbie 
was aroused as she had never been before, turned on by the presence of 
her husband and showing off for him.

Inch by slow, tantalizing inch, Debbie Carter lowered herself upon 
Jerry's iron-hard club, her pussy lips quivering open to stretch 
themselves over his dilated bulb. They were searingly hot and juicy, 
and when she slid gently downward along his shaft, Jerry heard her gasp 
with delight when the stiff meat fllled the narrow sleeve of her oily 
snatch. Her soft ass cheeks came down against his pelvic bone, and he 
was locked into the slick depths of her vagina.

Now he was able to reach the generous globes of her resilient breasts, 
and cupped them lovingly, his fingers rolling the erectile nipples 
while he nuzzled into the back of Debbie's neck where the black hair 
was silken and perfumed. Over her bare shoulder, he could see Lester's 
face; it was intent, the eyes focused upon the spread, glistening lips 
of his wife's cunt, upon the thick, round prick that made them elastic.

"Oohh," Debbie moaned. "It feels so wonderful, filling my cunt like 
this. This young cock stretches me wide, Les - it doesn't leave an inch 
of my pussy untouched. Oohh! So good, so sexy, so hard and big -"

She rocked sideways upon his submerged tool, ground her crotch 
thrillingly against the stem of it, panting as she flipped her ass 
around in lascivious wheelings, and braced her hands upon her knees for 
better balance.

"Man," Jerry sighed, "your wife really has a hot and juicy cunt, Mr. 
Carter. She's wringing my prick with it, and she's all greasy velvet 
inside, all slippery and hot. Her ass is soft and her tits feel great 
in my hands. Your wife is a fine piece of ass, man."

Lester quivered, but it might have been because Angela was playing with 
the guy's upright prick Jerry thought. His mother was teasing the 
golden flood of her hair over the cockhead and probing long fingernails 
into the man's balls, but Lester didn't look away from his wife's 
spread thighs, from the way her grassy snatch was lifting and falling 
upon a strange cock."

"Aren't they beautiful together?" Angela asked. "My son and your wife, 
Lester; they're loving each other so well, so sexily. Debbie really 
needs his prick, just as you needed my pussy. It's excitingly different 
for her, very thrilling. Have you ever seen her so aroused?"

"N - no," the man muttered. "Not with me. She never talked like that, 
either, and she never sat on my prick that way. It was always in bed, 
with the lights out. But I don't have a cock anywhere near the size of 
your kid's, either."

Jerry saw his mother bend down and gently kiss the knob of the man's 
cock. She said, "The size is great, I'll admit. But it isn't all, 
Lester. I came just as insanely upon your nice prick as I do on my 
boy's big one."

As Debbie wriggled and humped, Jerry heard the other man say, "You 
what? You mean you - you've been fucking your own kid, too?"

"Of course," Angela said throatily. "If I hadn't, neither you nor 
Debbie would be here now. I promised Mack I wouldn't screw around while 
he was gone, this time. But after your wife caught me balling Jerry, 
there wasn't anything else we could do; we had to bring you into the 
party. Aren't you glad, Lester? I know I am."

Debbie grunted and heaved, churning her ass into Jerry's crotch, and he 
held lovingly to her tits while she pumped upon his buried prick. 
Lester was being clued in, having it all laid out for him, and that 
made it better, out in the open all the way.

Except for his father, Jerry thought; he had also made a promise to his 
dad - that he'd keep Angela satisfied and away from neighbor husbands 
so there wouldn't be a repeat of her last affair, the one that got her 
some messy publicity. Yet here they were, Angela kissing Mr. Carter's 
cockhead, and Mrs. Carter riding happily upon Jerry's hard meat. Damn, 
he thought; he'd let himself get so wrapped up in pussy that he'd done 
exactly what his father didn't want. But there had seemed no other way 
out, and one thing was certain - Debbie Carter wouldn't be naming his 
mom in a divorce action; the woman was enjoying his cock too much.

"Nice, young prick," Debbie was crooning. "Oh - packing my cunt so well 
- ahh, darling! Jerry, my lover - you sweet, horny boy. Ram that 
gorgeous cock deep - shove it to me, baby - ahh! Ahh! Lester - look, 
Les - I'm about to come, and so is he. In just a moment, he's going to 
shoot his boyish semen up inside your wife's burning pussy. And isn't 
it great? Isn't it - wooonderful!"

Squeezing down upon her pillowy tits, Jerry hunched into her quivering 
sac, plunging his flanged knob deep, shoving it up against the giving 
softness of her womb. When he let go, he thought his balls were going 
to crawl on up inside the woman's flowing vagina, too. The deluge of 
boiling come gushed powerfully up in her snatch, wetting down the 
cervix and clinging like white paste to the silken walls of her married 
pussy.

Debbie trembled as she felt the spurting of his juices, and gasped to 
her husband: "There it is! Oh, it's all rich and creamy - so much come 
sliding around inside my pussy; it's hot and syrupy, and I love to move 
around on his cockhead while it's still squirting. I love his semen, 
love it!"

On the couch, Lester Carter lifted his head and propped it upon a 
pillow, never looking away for a moment, more fascinated by his wife's 
hairy cunt than he had been since he first got into it himself, Jerry 
thought. Then the man shivered, because Angela had stopped simply 
kissing his cockhead and was now running her hot, wet tongue around the 
ridges, flicking the tip with deft, teasing motions. His mom was going 
to go down on Lester, Jerry knew, and remembered what he had heard from 
the guys wife, that neither of them had really eaten each other. This 
was going to be a first for Mr. Carter; he was about to get one hell of 
a fine head job.

Settling upon his buried shaft, Debbie leaned back against Jerry to 
watch, the edge gone from her original violent passions now, and 
intensely interested in what was about to happen to her husband. Jerry 
grooved on the scene, too, his prick flexing inside the woman's good, 
deep pussy and bathed with the mixed fluids of her lubrication and his 
own semen.

"W - wait!" Lester said, when he felt Angela's warm lips close over his 
cockhead. "Angela - you can't! Not like this; not here, with them 
watching us. It - it's not right, and - ahh!"

Jerry knew the tremendous sensation the man was experiencing, the sweet 
hot caresses of suctioning lips and active tongue and the slippery 
linings of fluctuating cheeks. Lester stiffened out, his hands pawing 
helplessly at Angela's cascade of blond hair, but she was into her act 
then, eager to love him orally, and reveling in the flavor of a strange 
cock against her tongue.

Variety was the key, she had said, the different reactions, the 
newness, the never knowing exactly what the sensual response would be, 
but adoring it all. Changing around made it all better, never allowed a 
strong sexuality to grow weak or dull by having it turned into a habit.

"She's really eating him," Debbie breathed, giving her cunt an extra 
spiral around Jerry's tool. "Now he's going to know what it feels like, 
know what I wanted to do to him years ago. And later, I'll show him 
that I can go down on him just as well. He may not be shocked now, even 
if he sees me taking your prick into my mouth, darling."

He stroked her spread thighs. "You can always go over and get with 
them, you know."

"Oh, I will," she promised, "but first I want to see it all. We've 
always been such damned fools, so uptight about sex, my husband and me. 
But no more; never again."

Wiggling now, Lester was digging his fingers into Angela's hair and 
thrusting up into her hungry mouth, pumping his meat deeply. He could 
get all of it in, Jerry saw, because of the shortness of his prick.

Angela's lips were wrapped tightly around the stem of the man's 
engorged rod, and her cheeks were dipping in and out; her hand cupped 
Lester's balls, and as she pumped her face up and down, Jerry could see 
his mother's firm tits nudging against Lester's thigh. Eyes closed, she 
concentrated upon giving the utmost pleasure, and Jerry knew that her 
educated tongue was now running wild, that she was working it over and 
around the cockhead, plunging the tip into his slit, sucking and 
letting go in a sweet rhythm.

Lifting slowly from Jerry's club, Debbie stood up. His cock plopped 
from the grip of her cunt lips, and a trickle of semen ran down the 
inside of her plump thigh. She stepped aside so she wouldn't block his 
view of the action on the couch, and moved step by hesitant step toward 
her husband and Angela there.

Jerry sat up and watched the woman go to her knees beside the couch, 
saw her looking down into her husband's face as his orgasm began to 
build swiftly. Humping into Angela's mouth, squirming in the intense 
stimulation of her eager lips, Lester was almost in a state of shock, 
but he realized that his wife was close and panted as he stared up at 
her.

"Go ahead and let it go in her mouth," Debbie said. "She'll adore your 
semen, Les - and I'm happy for you both. Isn't it good for you, dear? 
Isn't it wild and crazy and wonderful, to feel her trying to suck your 
balls right out through the head of your prick?"

"Uuhh!" Lester grunted, and "Uuhh!" again, as his wife's mouth clamped 
suddenly and savagely upon his own. She was kissing him, tonguing him 
fiercely as another woman was tonguing his sensitive cockhead.

He groaned and his hips surged upward. Still hanging onto Angela's 
hair, Lester gasped into his own wife's mouth as his testicles 
contracted and another supply of foaming semen poured up through his 
shaft to geyser from the flexing knob, fountaining inside another 
woman's mouth.

The man was really unloading himself, Jerry thought. If Lester had a 
hangup about being eaten, it was gone now, pumped out of him with the 
fury of his climax. Jerry knew what was happening to the cockhead, too; 
it was being sucked dry, each gluey droplet pulled out and down 
Angela's avid throat, her tongue lapping and her cheeks still working 
in and out. His mother was thrilling the guy as he had never been 
inflamed before, making him wild as he realized how much she craved his 
thick vital fluids.

Debbie lifted her face as her husband panted for air, and murmured, 
"Wasn't that lovely, dear? When you're all rested, I'll do that to you, 
also. Jerry taught me how; I've gone down on his big cock the same 
way."

Letting go of Angela's hair, Lester sagged his head against the sofa 
pillow. "I don't think I can move."

"Sure you can," his wife said softly. "You're going to be surprised at 
all you can do - and how long you can do it. Just think: already you've 
come twice, in a matter of minutes, and when we all get going together, 
I can guarantee that you'll get another hard-on, quick. Oh Les - it's 
just so fantastic."

Jerry agreed; looking at the three naked bodies so close together and 
picturing what might happen when he joined them, he agreed that it was 
fantastic.



Chapter 10


Lester Carter was high. But Jerry thought the man was as stoned on sex 
as he was on bourbon; the boozing had started out as a cover-up for 
Lester's embarrassment, a shield for what was left of his hangups. But 
now he was ready to try just about anything, more at ease with himself 
and the other naked people around him.

He sat back on the couch with a half a hard-on, a tall glass in one 
hand, and no longer turning to one side or using a sofa pillow to hide 
his genitals. Angela was on one side, and his wife on the other, both 
of them looking beautiful and sensuous. Jerry was back in his father's 
big chair, just as glad that he didn't need alcohol to get himself 
turned on.

Shaking his head, Lester said, "I never would have believed it. I mean, 
it's so fantastic, to think that I'm actually sitting here, that my 
neighbor's lovely wife just balled me, and at the insistence of my own 
wife. The entire situation gets more weird when I remember seeing 
Debbie take that big cock over there - and not only watching her get 
fucked, but enjoying the sight. Pretty soon, I'm going to wake up."

Angela laughed softly. "Not unless you want to, Lester; not unless you 
really want to go back to your old sex life, and climb back down into 
that rut you and Debbie were in."

"No way," Debbie said emphatically. "If my husband does that, he can 
damned well do it without me. I've never known what screwing was really 
like, never had the chance to let myself go. Now I'm being honest with 
myself, and I'm not about to go back to lying and pretending I'm not 
all that sensuous, or any of that crap. When I want to fuck I'm going 
to fuck."

They looked great together, Jerry thought - the red-headed guy in the 
middle, muscled up and excited, the guys naked wife, firm and rounded, 
with those great, soft tits and the marvelous, heavily haired mound so 
black and beautiful; and Jerry's mother, sleek and slender, yet with 
high, full breasts and svelte hips, the glory of her golden snatch like 
a pile of curly sunshine, her legs willowy and supple and intimately 
beguiling.

Lester said then, "I didn't mean I don't enjoy all this, dear. I do, 
more than anything. I'll admit that I've always wanted to know what it 
was like, to get in between Angela's long legs, but I never went so far 
as to imagine she would go down on me. It's just - oh hell; how does a 
guy justify it to himself, getting a kick out of his own wife being 
rammed by a huge, young prick?"

Angela said, "You don't have to justify anything, Lester. What you feel 
is right, and what Debbie feels - that's what is important. It doesn't 
mean that you love each other any less; maybe it means you love each 
other more. As for me, I wouldn't permanently change my husband for any 
other guy, but I need more sexual excitement than he can give me alone, 
and Mack understands that, just as I understand his needs when he's 
away."

Putting his hand upon one of Angela's bare thighs, Lester said, "But 
what about you and Jerry? That's kind of offbeat, you have to admit."

"Only because the rest of society thinks so, not me. I think our 
children couldn't get better, more tender, or more loving sex than to 
start with their parents. After all, we already love them esthetically, 
and to love them sexually makes the concept complete. And if we're 
lucky enough to be able to teach them properly, to make them proud of 
their bodies instead of ashamed, then they won't have any of our old 
hangups."

Lester frowned. "I don't know; I mean - hell; I have a young daughter, 
but I never thought about fucking her."

"Oh come on, now," Debbie cut in. "I've seen you eyeing Mary's tight 
little butt, and sneaking looks at her tits."

"Okay, maybe I have; she's a beautiful little girl. But I just kind of 
look; I don't really plan on putting it to her. Some kid will, and I 
might be jealous of him, but - okay, okay; thinking about screwing her 
isn't the same thing as actually going ahead with it. Even if she would 
let me." Lester tossed down the rest of his drink and got off the couch 
to walk over to the little bar in the corner and pour himself another. 
Jerry hoped the guy wouldn't get too smashed, so he wouldn't be able to 
do some more fucking.

Angela stretched, lifting her arms above her head and lifting the 
luscious mounds of her breasts, pushing out her small, trim feet. 
"Maybe your girl has already started balling. If so, let's hope that 
she's enjoying it, that she hasn't been traumatized by some clumsy, 
stupid kid and turned off of screwing."

"Damn," Lester said. "That would be such a waste. Mary is so cute, so 
sexy looking and sweet. I - Debbie, what the hell do you think about 
that?"

Debbie said, "I think you want to lay your daughter, but you're afraid. 
Look at Angela and Jerry; they're very happy about screwing each other, 
and I can testify that Angela is right about teaching the young, 
because Jerry is one hell of a lover, through his mother's experience 
and instructions."

For the first time since he had watched the meat being put to his 
wife's shaggy cunt, Lester looked directly at Jerry. "You don't feel 
guilty about sticking your own mother, or feel funny because you're 
laying your father's wife?"

"No," Jerry answered truthfully. "I feel great about it. I feel proud 
that my mom is so beautiful and such a great fuck. If she hadn't broken 
me in right, I couldn't have given your wife a good screwing. And my 
dad wants me to fuck Angela, so the only thing I feel guilty about is 
us bringing you into the group, because he asked me to keep her out of 
trouble."

Debbie sat up on the couch, her heavy breasts bobbing. "There won't be 
any trouble, darling. I promise you that. Lester and I are in too deep, 
and neither of us wants out."

"Still," Jerry said, "dad meant for me to keep mom satisfied so she 
wouldn't be laying other women's husbands."

"It's all right," Angela said. "Really, baby - it's just fine. When 
Mack comes home, you'll see."

Lester rattled ice in his glass as he drank, then he said, "What I'd 
like to see is a boy put his cock to his own mother. And I'd like to 
get reacquainted with my wife's juicy cunt. Somehow, that seems more 
exciting to me than it's ever been."

"Being open does that to everyone," Angela commented, and smiled at 
Jerry. "Do you feel like taking on your mom, baby?"

"Any time," he answered. "All the time."

"Let's keep it free and easy," Angela suggested. "Debbie, why don't you 
lie down here on the carpet with me, so we can be close while we're 
being fucked?"

"Why don't I?" Debbie said, and took her friend's hand.

Soon, Jerry thought, very soon now, these two glamorous, passionate 
women would throw aside the last of their conventions and make 
voluptuous love to each other. But at the moment, it was going to be a 
blast to change back and forth in their cunts, swapping places with 
Lester as they both fucked.

Because the guy still seemed a little uncertain, Jerry moved first, his 
prick held stiffly out before him, his balls swinging heavily in their 
wrinkled sack. On her back, his mother waited for him, the pink nipples 
of her tits hard and throbbing, a dewy heat rising from the alluring 
shape of her silken mound, her slim thighs opened for him.

Kneeling between her legs, Jerry caressed them slowly, moving his palms 
over the shapely calves and the satin kneecaps, over the firm lengths 
of those glowing thighs. He said, "I've been fascinated by this 
beautiful body ever since I started to grow up; I dreamed about how 
this lovely pussy would look close up, how it would feel around my hard 
prick. And now I know how good my dad has had it all these years; now I 
know what a terrific fuck my mom is."

He bent to kiss the radiant curls of her cunt, tasting the sweetness of 
her palpitating labia with his tongue.

Beside them, Debbie said huskily, "I'm going to do that, too."

Jerry was conscious of Lester moving close and standing by; he could 
feel the man's eyes upon them, and decided to go ahead and eat his 
mom's feverish pussy before mounting her. Hands pressing against her 
slender hips, he began to lick over her lower belly while she writhed 
in delighted anticipation. Her cunt hair tickled his nose, and he 
burrowed gently into the exotic warmth of them.

When he slid his tongue deeply into her labia, he heard a gasp from his 
mom, and from Lester Carter, too. The man had never eaten a pussy, or 
even seen it done, Jerry thought, and felt older than Lester, more 
experienced as he delved into Angela's oily snatch and felt her pelvis 
heaving. Her juices flowed like honey, and he lapped them thirstily, 
finding her vibrant clitoris right away. Drawing it into his lips, he 
sucked upon the spongy nub, and his mom rolled her crotch in a growing 
rapture.

Cutting his eyes to his left, he could see Debbie watching intently. 
The woman's tits were rising and falling rapidly, and she was fingering 
into the black-haired lips of her own eager pussy. But she wasn't alone 
very long; her husband was suddenly there between her plump legs, 
stooping to kiss her trembling belly.

"If that kid can do it," he said, "then so can I. Debbie, your cunt is 
beautiful, and I'm going to kiss it."

"Not just kiss it," the woman answered. "You're going to eat it, Les; 
just shove your tongue on inside me, the way Jerry is doing to his 
mom's pussy. If you have any trouble finding my clit, I'll help you. Oh 
- you don't know how long I've wanted this."

Jerry nuzzled deeper into the steaming cunt he was loving with his 
mouth and tongue and teeth. Sucking upon it, he fondled the cheeks of 
his mother's surging ass, and licked faster against her inflamed 
clitoris. Angela bucked against his face, and her thighs closed around 
his head, as they usually did when she was getting close to an orgasm. 
So he couldn't see what was going on beside them as Lester Carter ate 
pussy for the first time. But he could hear Debbie moaning and make out 
sucking noises, so he figured the guy was doing all right.

"Darling!" his mother gasped. "Oh darling boy - I'm coming, coming! Oh, 
eat me, you sweet little bastard - eat your mommy's hot pussy!"

Redoubling his efforts, Jerry brought her to a sizzling, jerking 
climax. Her hairy snatch hammered into his mouth and against his teeth 
as he used his tongue like a twisting probe inside the slippery velvet 
sheath. Angela's crotch strained to him and held tightly for a long, 
shuddering moment; then the grip of his mother's smooth thighs 
loosened, and her pelvis fell away. Normally, Jerry would have kept 
right on eating her, so he could lift her to a series of orgasms, make 
her come again and again, because she never tired of this matchless 
intimacy.

But now he lifted his smeared face and watched the other man working at 
Debbie's ebony-haired snatch. The woman was jamming her pussy up into 
her husband's mouth, swinging her plush hips and grinding her pelvis 
into Lester's face as she went wild with the oral loving he was giving 
her. She was making up for all the years she hadn't gotten it.

"Move your tongue higher," Debbie commanded. "Up some more - ah yes, 
that's it, that's it! Rub in into my clit, dear - oohh! Now suck me 
there, pull it into your teeth and bite it - AHHH!"

With a pounding of her crotch and a seesawing of her hips, Debbie 
churned her blazing snatch into her husband's mouth, shuddering from 
head to toe as she hit and held a tremendous orgasm. Jerry thought that 
it must be really fabulous for her, getting it like that from her old 
man for the first time in their married lives. He was glad that he'd 
been the first to turn her on orally, and had shown her how wonderful 
it could be. But of course, he wouldn't have known how to go about it 
himself, if his sexy, open mother hadn't given him such sweet and 
lascivious instructions.

Lester seemed dazed as he took his face from between his wife's rounded 
thighs, but Jerry noticed that the guy kept licking at his lips, 
running his tongue over them to taste any cunt juice left there.

Coming to his knees, Jerry slid up to his mom's golden basket, aiming 
his swollen cockhead into the wetly waiting mound where the deep pink 
lips beckoned. Her aroused pussy was a damp oven, and avid for the 
entrance of his glans, so he slid it into her labia and felt them part 
for the knob. Always tight, always hot, her wondrous pussy snuggled 
around the movement of his penetrating shaft as his mother arched her 
back and lifted her silken crotch to take in all his gorged meat.

At his shoulder, Lester said in awe, "I didn't think you'd get all that 
club into her, kid. But there it is, buried to the balls."

"Buried inside my mom's slippery cunt," Jerry said, "just as you'd dig 
having your hard cock stuck into your daughter's beautiful young pussy, 
and just as she would dig having it locked into her."

Angela writhed upon his embedded pole, so he stroked her with it, 
rolling his hips from side to side so she could feel the flanged head 
caressing the cup of her womb, so she could know the thrill of the 
swollen root against her clit.

Lester couldn't wait to get into his wife's hole. The man hurried to 
cram his stiff rod into the softly giving mound, and worked it home 
with a long, sliding thrust. It was different for him now, Jerry saw, 
far more exciting, almost as if he was getting into a strange pussy. 
The Carters began to fuck eagerly, and Jerry wondered if Lester would 
blow off too quickly, because he wanted them to shift back and forth, 
their dicks dipping into a black-haired snatch, then a golden one.

Reaching in and out of his mom's flexing vagina, Jerry kept moving 
until she hissed between locked teeth and her cunt seethed around his 
cock like a heated whirlpool. A moment after she came, he pulled out 
and touched Lester on the shoulder to say, "May I cut in?"

The guy blinked at him; Debbie was grinding and humping on his prick, 
but he saw what Jerry had in mind, and nodded. His wife moaned a 
protest as Lester withdrew his reddened shaft and moved back, but she 
looked up into Jerry's face then, and lifted her ass so that her cunt 
would open wider for his big pole.

"If she gets too hot for you," he said to Lester, "just stop shoving it 
to her; hold it deep and let her work her clitoris over the stem of 
your cock so she can come without making you hit it."

"Yeah," the guy grunted, and slipped his greasy knob up into the 
welcoming gash of Angela's hungry mound. Jerry watched the hard meat 
glide into his mom's vagina and saw balls settle into the feathery 
crack of her uplifted and twitching ass.

Lester hadn't had much practice, he thought, and would be lucky if he 
could hold off, because Angela's pussy was already doing tricks, 
wringing down upon the shaft and backing off, only to come wheeling 
around the cockhead again. Fucking Angela Winston when she was really 
aroused was like shoving your dick into a mixmaster, Jerry knew, a 
mixmaster with soft rubber blades that had hot butter poured over them.

But Debbie was doing all right, too, and he paid more attention to the 
flowing cunt she was hammering around his club. Holding to the woman's 
big, soft tits, Jerry rode her steadily, pumping the cock to her 
tempestuous snatch with long and thrilling strokes. She came violently 
and tried to lift him off the floor, tried to devour his submerged 
prick with her cunt, her vaginal muscles biting down on him and the 
cheeks of her ass snapping tightly shut.

"Oh! Oh! Jerry darling - how I love your big cock - love it in me, 
adore it filling up my pussy like this. Oh - every time I breathe, I 
hit another little orgasm."

On his right, Lester was feeding the meat to Angela, and she was 
plunging like a bucking horse. Even if Lester went off in her, Jerry 
thought that he would save his load for his mother's inflamed pussy, 
and backed slowly out of Debbie's. Lester anticipated him this time, 
and snatched his cock away from Angela quickly. The head of it was 
polished and expanded, all trembling and on the verge of exploding.

"Just hang loose as you can," Jerry advised. I know that your wife 
wants that wad of semen inside her."

Hesitating, clamping a tight hold around the base of his stubby prick, 
Lester finally dared to move, and inched over to take his place between 
Debbie's polished olive thighs. Holding a deep breath, he set the 
puffed glans into his wife's quivering hot labia and shoved hard, 
pushed deeply, burying his rod full length into her writhing body.

It only took a couple of seconds, a couple of convulsive strokes before 
Lester went off inside Debbie's flexing snatch like a bomb, and the 
feel of his spurting come made his wife churn insanely, her plump legs 
waving and, her crotch blurring as she sought and found the soaring 
crescendo of her own ecstatic climax.

Then it was Jerry's turn; his prick eased slickly into his mother's 
enchanted pussy, and as he drove it home to the hilt, she whipped her 
long legs up and around him, pinning him within their tender 
entrapment. They fucked with powerful, sledging motions, pelvis to 
pelvis, their asses gyrating and his shaft making wetly suctioning 
noises within her quaking vagina. When his long-held semen gushed 
bubbling from his cockhead, she accepted its gift with pile-driving 
satisfaction, crying out softly as she came.



Chapter 11


His mother had a thing about being sweaty too long, and Jerry guessed 
that he had inherited her fetish for cleanliness. The hot shower felt 
good, and he used plenty of soap, even scrubbing his hair. Rinsing off, 
he thought that seeing the Carters make it in a sixty-nine had been 
something special; Lester was better at eating pussy by the time he had 
gone through a round with Angela, also, and Debbie had gone after her 
husband's cock as if she was starving, and his was the only meat that 
could satisfy her.

He was hungry, too, but for belly food, and when he turned off the 
shower, thought he could catch the mouth-watering aroma of steak 
drifting down the hall from the kitchen. As he toweled his body dry and 
slipped on the terry cloth robe, just in case some stranger intruded 
upon their cosy little circle, Jerry still felt a twinge of guilt. 
Maybe his father would understand how it had all come about, how they 
practically had to get Lester involved, or run the risk of discovery by 
an enraged husband.

Too, Debbie Carter would be a welcome piece of ass for his dad to 
sample; she was very eager to try on Mack for size, eager to expand her 
knowledge of sensuous men and to know the difference in their fucking. 
Still, Jerry's dad might be slightly pissed off, and Jerry didn't want 
that. He owed his old man too much, for turning him on to Angela, for 
getting them started screwing each other. Without Mack's understanding, 
he and his mother would still be only dreaming, and not actually making 
it.

It was dinnertime, so the Carters had gone back across the yard to try 
and be natural around their daughter, to share the meal with Mary and 
to pretend that everything between them was just as it had always been. 
Jerry wondered if they could carry off the charade, because both of 
them were still throbbing with all that newly awakened passion, and it 
might show. Mary Carter was no dummy, either; she might be able to 
sense the deep changes in her parents, but she probably wouldn't 
suspect the reasons.

He went to the kitchen where his mom had a sizzling platter awaiting 
him, and dug into the meal with gusto. Halfway through his steak and 
the sour cream baked potato, he glanced up at Angela and said, "I still 
don't know about this. Suppose dad doesn't dig it, after what he asked 
me?"

She took a bite of salad before answering. "Your father will be very 
happy to get a crack at Debbie, and he's pretty good friends with 
Lester, too. It's always better when you're close to someone, when you 
really care for them." She took another forkful of lettuce. "But if 
you're really worried about Mack's reactions, let's say that you were 
bribed."

Jerry frowned at her. "Bribed? How and with what?"

"By the best possible payoff, by something your father would understand 
and agree with - a juicy, new piece of ass."

"But Debbie has already -"

"Not Debbie," Angela cut in. "How about little Mary?"

"Wow," Jerry breathed. "Now that is an idea. She could screw us up if 
she found out what's going on, I guess. And if she gets dicked by me, 
then we'd have two new cunts to offer dad."

"And by her own father," Angela reminded him. "If the girl isn't too 
uptight to fuck her dad. By now, Lester has been thinking about that; 
did you see the way his prick jumped when we were all talking about him 
laying Mary? The idea has been in his head for years, but he's just now 
admitting it."

"She's kind of small," Jerry mused. "Maybe she won't be able to take my 
cock. And suppose she's still a cherry? Won't that make it a lot more 
difficult for me to get into her little box?"

"It would," his mother agreed. "We'll just have to find out about her 
virginity. I wonder - maybe I could get to her first."

Jerry eyed his mom closely. "Even before you've made it with Debbie? 
You've been right on the edge of that, I know."

"Afterward," Angela said thoughtfully. "They're sending her off to a 
movie right after dinner, so they can hurry back here. Debbie and I 
have held back long enough, so this is the night. You and Lester will 
just have to wait until after we've made love, and later on, all of us 
can decide what to do about Mary."

"Good enough," Jerry said, growing excited at the thought of seeing his 
mom and Debbie Carter going down on each other, and becoming aroused by 
picturing little Mary all naked and trembling at the touch of his 
prick. The kid was cute and sexy looking, and he hoped they wouldn't 
have any trouble with her, or with her parents.

Helping his mother tidy up the kitchen and carrying dishes to the 
washer, he thought that since Debbie had all the right buttons pushed, 
she'd be willing to have her girl with them. But he wasn't all that 
sure about Lester; the guy wanted to lay his daughter, sure - only, 
would he, when the time came? He had been hit with a lot of things at 
once - being screwed by Angela, having his prick eaten for the first 
time, seeing his own wife taking a strange cock, going down on two 
different women, changing places with Jerry and alternating from one 
cunt to another in turn. Balling his own kid might be too much for the 
man to handle, right away.

"Don't fret about it," his mother murmured. "I'm certain that 
everything will work out for us all. I don't think your father has had 
a chick as young as Mary, at least not for a long time. He'll be horny 
as hell to find her waiting for him, to have the chance to fuck mother 
and daughter."

As she leaned over to turn on the dishwasher, Jerry pressed himself 
against the delectable curvings of her modelled ass, and she pushed 
back into him. Caressing her hips, he knew that it would always be this 
way between them, their raw lust for each other lurking always just 
beneath the surface, ever yearning for a fulfillment they weren't able 
to obtain from anyone else. It's always better when you're close to 
someone, she had said, and no two people could be as close as son and 
mother. Unless it would be a father and daughter, he remembered; Lester 
and Mary Carter had a wonderful, fantastic thing in store for them, 
once they got together and sexually consummated the love they already 
shared.

"I wish I could take you this way," his mother purred. "But I'm content 
to have such a terrific prick hung on my son. Maybe having it in me 
won't tighten my ass so much that your father can't get in the back 
way, and you two can make a sandwich of me."

Jerry trembled; the idea was fabulous, and he could almost feel the 
sensation of his dad's hairy balls pressing against his own sack, when 
both their pricks were buried into Angela. His cock lifted at the vivid 
image, and he wiggled the rising head into the crack of her ass, 
cloaked as it was by her dressing gown.

Somebody knocked on the back door then, and he moved swiftly away from 
her to answer it, stooping a little so that his hard-on wouldn't show.

"Well," Debbie said, "I see you're all ready for me - unless you've 
been cheating with your mother. There's no use stooping over like that, 
dear; no way you can hide that magniflcent erection, no more than you 
can pretend you're not carrying around a telephone pole."

She patted his cock as she moved past him, and held out her arms to 
Angela. The two women greeted each other as if they hadn't met in 
years, pressing the lengths of their lovely bodies close and kissing 
long and languorously.

"Hi," Jerry said to Lester. "Did Mary get off to the movies all right?"

"We hurried her," Lester said, watching the two women embrace. "We've 
got about three hours to ourselves before she gets home."

"They really look great together, don't they?" Jerry asked, nodding 
toward the woman as he closed and locked the door. "They care for each 
other, you know."

Lester had on a jump suit, and the front of it was bulging. "I'm 
beginning to see. They - well, what the hell; whatever they want, I 
guess."

Grinning at this man who had for so long backed off from doing more 
than lightly kiss his wife's snatch, Jerry led Lester toward the 
bedroom. "They'll be along in a minute, and the bed is big enough for 
us to sit by and watch them."

It was only a few moments before the women walked in; they were holding 
hands and their eyes were shining, their faces radiant. Jerry sat on 
one side of the bed, and Lester balanced upon the other; they stared at 
the women as Debbie quickly peeled her dress over her head, as Angela 
stripped away her robe.

"I've been wanting this from the beginning," Debbie said huskily, and 
Angela answered, "Yes, I know."

They moved together, shimmering in their nakedness, fitting the globes 
of their luscious breasts one to one, and pressing to each other's 
hairy mound, their thighs sliding back and forth, their hands caressing 
bare backs and drifting down to cup rounded ass cheeks. Their mouths 
met hungrily, their tongues probing deeply and their teeth clashing 
gently. Jerry held onto his stiff prick as he watched them and gloried 
in their loveliness, their passion. Across the bed, Lester Carter 
gripped his own hard rod and kept his eyes fixed upon the squirming 
women.

They glided toward the bed in a slow, swirling dance, one thigh between 
two equally sleek ones, presenting views of differently sculpted asses 
as they pirouetted. Sinking to the white sheet, they still clung 
together, but now they were fondling each other's ripe tits, thumbing 
the nipples and cupping the globes tenderly. Jerry was struck again by 
the opposites in their coloring - his mother's slender body so pale, 
and Debbie's gleaming old-ivory and dark rose; his mother's breast tips 
were flushed pink; the other woman's stood out brown and strong.

Lester moved along the edge of the mattress to give them room, and they 
lay back to swing their legs up on the bed, still kissing avidly. Jerry 
wondered how they would go about it, if they'd take turns eating each 
other's pussy, or if they would wrap into the sixty-nine position. He 
was somewhat surprised to see his mom climb on top of Debble's wiggling 
body, placing herself between the other woman's opened thighs and 
nudging her crotch to the blackly haired one as if she was a man 
getting ready to fuck.

When Debbie caught hold of the cheeks of Angela's slim ass, he 
understood what they were doing, and firmed the idea as he saw his 
mother begin to pump her flaming snatch into the rich one below. They 
were rubbing their clits together, he saw, using them as if they were 
miniature pricks, bumping and stroking lasciviously and getting an 
obvious thrill out of the grinding motions.

"Do it to me, darling," Debbie panted. "Oh Angela - fuck me hard, fuck 
me hard!"

Jerry's mother thrust more strongly, and by the way she was shaking her 
ass, he knew the women were getting some good out of it. Funny, he 
thought, he'd never figured that two women might be able to get it on 
that way, but there they were, the pace of their screwing pickup up and 
growing more frantic by the moment. They were holding to each other's 
churning ass, and their tits were pressed tightly together as they 
kissed.

Across the bed, he could see Lester gazing wide-eyed at the wiggling 
action, and wondered what thoughts were running through the man's head 
as he watched another women fucking his wife, after a fashion. Lester's 
cock was distended, the swollen head gleaming, so it was easy to see he 
wasn't turned off by their loving.

Debbie and Angela groaned together, rocked fiercely for a long moment, 
then sighed into a shuddering silence, wrapped closely to each other, 
mouths and cunts glued. Because he felt like it, Jerry slid over to 
them where they lay inertly and leaned down to plant a softly lingering 
kiss upon the cheek of his mother's silken ass. He caught the rising, 
exotic aroma of their aroused pussies, and luxuriated in that sensuous 
perfume.

But they were far from being done, and Angela carried on to the next 
step in their loving by slipping down to where she could mouth the 
hard, dark-brown nipples of her friend's big, marvelous breasts. Long 
hair golden against Debbie's olive skin, she caressed the other woman's 
squirming body with deft and agile hands, using her lips and tongue 
above. Down she went, and now Angela was licking at the smooth belly, 
driving her tongue into the dimple there while Debbie surged wantonly 
and murmured endearments. Swinging back her flowing hair so that the 
men watching could see every detail, Angela nuzzled down into the 
damply throbbing mound.

They saw her red tongue flicking into slippery labia, her chin and nose 
flattening the wiry, thick hair and parting the wool for the adoring 
ministrations of her mouth. Jerry knew that this was the first time his 
mom had ever gone down on a woman, but realized it was also an original 
emotion for Debbie; she'd never had a woman do it to her, either. Women 
probably knew the erotic places better than men ever could, he thought, 
and watched his mother cover the red lips of Debbie's luxurious pussy 
with her mouth.

Gasping, Debbie said, "Oh my darling - it's wonderful to feel you 
licking my clit, to feel you sucking my cunt and lapping its juices. 
Ahh, Angela - it's so terrific! But I can't let you just do it to me. I 
have to do it to you, also. Move around, darling - slide your body 
around so I can reach your pussy."

Jerry eyed the serpentine wriggling of his mother's lithe body as she 
angled it around, without ever letting go of the snatch she was busily 
eating. He saw the sunshine hairing of her mound come down upon 
Debbie's hungrily waiting mouth, and caught just a flash of the woman's 
tongue as she reached it up inside Angela's cunt lips.

That cut off anything else Debbie might have wanted to say, and both 
women squeezed smooth thighs around each other's head. Then they were 
humping, rolling their delectable asses and feeding the honeyed gashes 
into a mouth while another mouth devoured, using a tongue furiously 
while another one penetrated. Squirming and heaving, they slowed rolled 
over and changed positions so that Debbie was now on top.

Lester was fascinated, stroking his stiff prick gently as he stared at 
the interlocked women, at the churning ass of his wife and the way she 
was gobbling into a steaming pussy that he had also fucked. It was 
damned exciting for Jerry, too; his own shaft was bulging so hard that 
it ached, and there was an eager droplet of pre-seminal fluid gathered 
upon its blunt tip.

But there was no place to put his cockhead; only the tight bore of an 
asshole was pointed up and open, and Jerry's cock was far too large for 
that. But maybe it wasn't for Lester, so he said to the man: "Mount 
her; go on and crawl on her. Use some of that cunt juice to oil it, 
then ease it up into her ass."

Blinking at him Lester licked at his lips, then moved jerkily toward 
the tangled women. Dipping into his wife's crotch and taking some of 
the slippery fluid away from Angela's greedy mouth, he smeared the 
lubrication upon his knob, and steered it trembling to the little brown 
dimple of her anus. Debbie quivered when she felt the insistent 
nudging, but didn't resist, and Lester slowly, carefully, pushed at the 
constricted opening.

Jerry watched the tip disappear, and the struggle, as Lester forced the 
bulb deeper. Suddenly the tight ring gave way, and the man's prick slid 
deep into his wife's ass. His balls swung down against Angela's 
forehead, and Debbie lifted her mouth from the golden cunt to gasp in 
shock and rapture and perhaps a little pain. But her husband's rod was 
embedded in her hole then, and she wiggled upon it, wiggled against the 
hungry mouth below.



Chapter 12


It didn't take many strokes before Lester Carter shuddered and let go 
into his wife's back tube. His balls flexed and coiled, to pump a 
roaring ejaculation of his semen into that tight hole he'd never tried 
until then. Debbie quivered with her husband, nailed from behind at the 
same time she was being avidly eaten in front. Her head snapped from 
between Angela's writhing thighs and she cried out in the sharpness of 
her overwhelming ecstasy.

Jerry clamped a tight grip upon his prick, holding it as the others 
froze into their positions of rapture, straining together in an 
enchanted stillness. Waiting, he saw them come slowly apart as Lester 
backed his leaking cockhead from his wife's ass, as Angela slid out 
from beneath the swaying form of Debbie, and as Debbie gently collapsed 
face downward upon the bed.

Then Jerry couldn't hang loose any longer and crawled quickly to the 
head of the bed where his mother's long, slim legs were spread. He had 
to climb over Debbie to get to them, and gazed fondly between their 
veed loveliness to see the torrid, inflamed lips of Angela's tremulous 
pussy.

He went powerfully into that beguiling, shimmering cunt, shoving his 
hard meat home with a single, strong lunge that slapped his filled 
balls into the cleft of his mother's ass. Jerry's cockhead reached all 
the way up, pressing against the wondrous, soft velvet there, being 
snuggled by the silken walls so hot and slidy. His tool pulsed there, 
and Angela rolled her hips gently, moved the padded mattress of her 
furry crotch in welcome.

"Ummm," she murmured. "That's the way, darling - fuck me while I'm all 
juicy and hot. Oh, how I adore your big prick in me, how I love to feel 
all that hard, young meat filling my cunt."

Inside, his mother was an almost boiling jelly, her vagina gripping his 
shaft with every deep stroke, her ass rolling voluptuously, sweetly, 
and Jerry pillowed himself full length upon that lovely, heaving body 
as he screwed her. Her pussy was so rich and fondling, so precious with 
its cupping and caressing, and every small, sexy movement of her 
writhing body thrilled him.

Riding his heavy thrusts, Angela raised those supple legs to cross them 
at the small of his back. She reached beneath her own surging ass to 
gently grip his balls, her long fingers playing around the root of his 
pistoning club as he sank it in and pulled it out. He forgot that two 
other people were watching them closely, forgot that he had been 
worried about going against his father's wishes, and the plan he and 
his mother were cooking up so that little Mary Carter could be brought 
into the group screwing.

All Jerry concentrated upon was the searing wetness of his mom's 
seething cunt, working lasciviously into the cauldron of that most 
wonderful of all snatches, rolling his crotch and meeting her eager 
liftings in a mounting rhythm that shook the bed. The gentleness fled 
from him, and he savagely buried his huge cock into her flexing sheath, 
hammered his pelvis to his mother's, and made her head bounce with 
every punishing stroke. She loved the roughness, and fought back, 
sledging her cunt to him, bucking and churning around his pumping rod.

"Oh, you stiff-dicked little motherfucker!" she grated, axing her 
crotch brutally against his own. "Ram it to me, darling - ram it all 
the way up into my belly! Ooh! Ahh - tear up your mommy's pussy - fuck 
me hard and fuck me mean! Yes, like that - ooh - just - like that!"

Undulating her hips fiercely, she gasped and squeezed him between her 
legs, squeezed his prick with her trained cunt. Angela came with a rush 
of jerking muscles, with a tidal wave of flowing juices, and bit him in 
the base of the throat as she raked his back with clawed fingernails.

Jerry held his ballooning cockhead deeply within that blazing vagina, 
his hands gripping his mother's shoulders as the ecstasy made an 
earthquake in his balls. His semen thundered up along his hard shaft 
and came skyrocketing out through the leaping glans, to hurl sticky 
shrapnel all throughout her vagina. She was sweet and she was hot, and 
she was his beautiful, passionate mother - the best possible piece of 
ass in the entire world. He thought he would never stop coming; jet 
followed spurt as his vital fluids drenched that beloved snatch, 
hissing and bubbling in a fountain of intense rapture.

Head spinning, Jerry clung to his mom, rocking tenderly now in the 
basket of her silken crotch. She held to his emptying balls and kissed 
his cheek, his bitten throat, his ear; her free hand caressed the 
length of his back as her limber legs slid slowly apart and 
straightened themselves upon the bed. The points of her breasts burned 
into the sweaty skin of his chest, and he sighed in the completeness of 
his gratification.

It might have been a century before Jerry lifted his face from the 
scented angle of her throat and shoulder; it might have been only 
minutes. Things came into focus around him, especially the intent faces 
of Lester and Debbie Carter only a few feet away. Smiling drowsily for 
them, he eased his softening prick from the rubbery grasp of his 
mother's unbelievable pussy, then lifted his weight from her beautiful 
body. Rolling over onto his back, he tried to catch up with his 
heartbeat.

"That was some kind of wild fucking," Debbie breathed. "Every time I 
see that gigantic young cock pumping away like that, I get half scared 
and half turned on. You two people screw so marvelously together; it's 
horny poetry and pornographic music, blended with a kind of incestuous 
symphony. Wonderful, just wonderful!"

"Yeah," Lester said. "I'm even getting myself another hard-on."

It was an opening for Angela, and she was alert enough to take it. "I 
guess it's because we are what we are - mother and son. You can have 
the same kind of deeply moving sex, Lester. You have a gorgeous little 
daughter."

The man sat erect. "Hey now - wait a second -"

Debbie nudged her husband. "We've already talked some about it, dear. 
If I'm willing to see our daughter screwed, willing to have my husband 
get into that girlish little box, what kind of argument can you put up? 
I know damned well you want to lay our Mary, and you can't deny it."

"But she's only a kid, and -"

"Being honest about it," Debbie said, "she's probably already screwing 
around with boys, anyhow."

Lester frowned. "You think so? She's kind of young for that."

"It bugs you," Debbie continued, "because you're jealous of some kid 
her own age getting into her. Yes, I think she's swinging a bit; kids 
are different now, Les. Look at Jerry."

"Yeah," the man muttered, "and look at that huge cock of his. Do you 
think he could get that much meat into Mary's little snatch? And that's 
what all of you have in mind, I know - for her to join our balling."

"Only if she wants to," Angela said "And you do have to think of her 
reaction, if she finds out that her mother and father are making it 
with the neighbors. As for Jerry fucking her, yes; she can take his big 
prick. Even if she's a virgin, she can. Women are built that way, their 
cunts are adaptable. I'll admit that it could be rough on her, if Mary 
is still a cherry, and I think she should start out with a smaller cock 
- like yours, Lester. Or my husband's."

"Damnit," Lester said, "how do we find out if she's a cherry?"

The man's objections were eroding, Jerry knew. Of course, he wanted to 
fuck his daughter, now that he had been turned on to real and honest 
sex, and he was just trying to figure out how to go about it. Lester 
was embarrassed, too, Jerry figured, edgy about seducing his kid; all 
his previous programming hadn't worn off.

"I can find out," Angela volunteered. "Mary and I have always had a 
pretty, good rapport. Or maybe Jerry would be the logical one."

"I'm confused about it all," Lester said. "Angela, suppose she won't 
tell you? Suppose she backs away from the whole idea?"

Angela shook her head. "Somehow, I don't think she will be shocked. 
Look at you and Debbie; all it took for you both was some honesty, some 
letting go. And Mary is your own flesh and blood; your genes are in 
her, and they're passionate genes. Why don't I go over to your house 
and see, when she comes home?"

"Why not?" Debbie asked. "And I'll stay here with my two horny lovers."

Jerry watched his mother swing her slender legs off the bed, and eyed 
the suggestive ripplings of her sculptured ass as she walked sway-
hipped into the bathroom. He had a faint suspicion that she might make 
a pass at Mary herself, and figured that would be a good way to get the 
girl under control. Funny thing, he thought; he and Mary had been to 
the flicks a few times, and he'd kissed her a few times, but neither of 
them had made another move - maybe because she had been waiting for him 
to start something, and because he had been too inexperienced to try, 
besides being all wrapped up in the erotic dream of getting into his 
mother's forbidden pussy.

She was small and sweet and he felt big next to her. If she was really 
hot as they hoped, he and Mary Carter might make a good fucking couple. 
And it was time he got a crack at a young cunt, to see if it was any 
different from the juicy, experienced ones of older women.

Lying back upon the bed, Debbie said, "Both of you, and just me. This 
is going to be wild, darlings. I'm very excited, and Les - don't worry. 
Angela will work it all out just fine, I'm sure."

Angela wasn't long in the shower and came out looking fresh, her eyes 
glowing with that special, sensuous look. She gazed down at them naked 
on her bed, and murmured, "Have fun; I'll see you later."

After she left, Debbie looked at her husband, then to Jerry. "Well? Has 
anybody got any ideas?"

The guy's cock had softened, Jerry saw; Lester was still fretting about 
his daughter, but Jerry didn't have that problem. He wasn't even 
worried about his father's return now; Mack would understand, and would 
be grateful for the new cunts lined up for him. The only puzzle was 
Mary Carter and how she would react, and that would soon be solved. In 
the meantime, here was this luscious, full-bodied woman stretched naked 
and desirable before him, ready for anything that two lustful men might 
want to do with her.

He said gently, "Take hold of your husband's cock, Debbie. He'll get 
with it in a minute or two."

Then he curled himself down at the foot of the bed, where he could 
start kissing the woman's trim feet. Working slowly and tantalizingly 
up over her ankles, then her calves, he was licking hotly behind her 
knees when she began to writhe uncontrollably. Jerry drew his hot, wet 
tongue over her silken kneecaps, and moved inch by teasing inch along 
the tender insides of her ripe thighs, inexorably nearing his target, 
the palpitating, heavily bushed mound of her cunt.

"Your wife really has a beautiful pussy," he breathed. "It's so hairy 
and soft. There's a perfume rising from it, all musky and exciting."

From the corner of his eye, he could see Debbie's hand, see her delving 
the points of her fingers into and around the stem of her husband's 
limp shaft. That kind of teasing pressure would soon make the prick 
gorge itself, he knew, and looked back into the deeply furred vulva 
waiting for him.

Jerry went into it hungrily, remembering that his mom had eaten it just 
a little while ago, knowing that Angela's tongue had run riot inside 
its velvet depths. Debbie's luxurious, wiry hair caressed his face as 
he jammed his mouth onto her pussy lips to force the swollen length of 
his tongue between them.

Rolling her shaggy crotch against his chin and nose, Debbie responded 
swiftly, the polished rose-ivory of her belly flexing as she felt the 
burrowing of his tongue and the avid suction he was applying to her 
vagina.

"Ummm," she said. "Your mother really taught you how to eat a woman's 
pussy, darling. Ahh! When you tickle my clit like that, I want to pull 
your entire head up inside my cunt."

Probing and corkscrewing his tongue, Jerry drilled it into her clitoral 
hood, lapped it over her quivering clit, and drew the vibrant little 
erection into his teeth. Her flowing juices filled his mouth, and he 
allowed them to slide hotly down his throat. He stroked her surging 
ass, and wondered if her daughter's pussy would be as richly oiled, or 
if younger chicks didn't have as much fluid.

It was terrific, to be eating this pussy while the woman's husband 
watched, to be gobbling into this delicious snatch as the man's prick 
hardened at the sight.

"First your mother," Debbie panted, "and now you - eating my pussy, 
making me grind and shake my ass like this. Oh! You're chewing on my 
clit, Jerry! It's so wild - so thrilling - l'm about to come, dear. I'm 
just - about - to - cooome!"

After she had shuddered frantically against his siphoning mouth, after 
her steaming pussy had slowed its sensuous gyrations, Jerry lifted his 
smeared face from the hairy mound and kissed up the line of fur that 
led to her belly button. When he was at her big, round breasts, he 
found a nipple to suck, and felt with his distended cockhead for the 
twitching lips of her padded cunt.

Slipping his knob between them, he thrust deeply into Debbie's plush 
hole, feeling for the end of the sheath that stretched so tightly 
around his shaft. Looking over at Lester, he saw the guy's rod lifting, 
the head, spreading itself like a purplish hood.

"Hot pussy," he said then, "and my cock packs it to the limit. Your 
wife really digs this hard meat, man; see how she's grinding and 
humping on it? She's really a fine piece of ass, and not just because 
she's juicy and hot inside, but because she really loves to fuck, 
really digs having a stiff prick in her snatch."

Nodding, Lester stared at the engorged pole sliding in and out of the 
sizzling depths of his wife's cunt. Jerry pumped it faster, stronger, 
sledging his knob home and slapping his dangling balls into the fleecy 
cleft of the woman's whiplashing ass. She sobbed as she came this time, 
wrapping her arms around his neck and burying his face between her 
fabulous breasts while her hips rocked him back, and forth.

When the searing waves of her orgasm subsided a bit, Jerry eased his 
thick tool from the slippery clamp of her wet cunt lips and rubbed the 
greasy head over Debbie's tremulous belly. To her husband, he said, 
"Her pussy is yours now, man. Eat it or fuck it, whichever you want."

Lester moved slowly, fascinated by seeing another man's prick massaging 
itself between his wife's abundant tits, climbing in between her spread 
legs and holding his own shaft tightly in one hand. Debbie raised her 
head so that she could kiss the tip of Jerry's cock, but he found that 
he wanted to see her fucked, too, and the position he found himself in, 
straddling her warm body, was uncomfortable when he had to look back 
over one shoulder. So he shifted, swung himself off her and moved 
around so that he could pillow her face upon his lap.

Stroking her shining black hair, he looked down the length of her 
wriggling body to see Lester pushing his spongy cockhead into Debbie's 
mossy snatch. Because she was so hot, because she had been loosened by 
the fucking Jerry had given her, the man's rod eased into her quickly, 
burying itself to the hilt with a single hungry thrust, and his dark 
reddish hair mixed with her stormy black hair.

Debbie was licking at the knob of Jerry's prick, running her red tongue 
around it and enjoying the flavor of her own snatch as well as the 
taste of his meat. Drilling the tip of her tongue into the slot, she 
moaned and suddenly clamped her lips around the entire widened bulb, to 
pull it far back into her eager mouth.

Lester was watching the action closely, while he fed his tool back and 
forth into the boiling sleeve of his wife's lush pussy, and the woman 
was shared between them. She was taking care of both their sexual 
needs, and reveling in the dual loving she was getting in return. Her 
body rolled and she arched her back, lifting her crotch to ride her 
husband's plunging rod as she sucked lustily upon her lover's young 
cock.

She's going to get come into her at both ends," Jerry said, his pulses 
racing. "You'll fill her pussy with your semen and I'll pump mine down 
her throat. Man, your wife loves to eat it, too; she's sucking hard on 
my knob and running her tongue all over it, and her mouth is as hot as 
her cunt."

Grunting, Lester banged solidly into his wife's flexing snatch. "Yeah, 
yeah - she's a beautiful sexy bitch, isn't she? She fucks better now 
than ever before. Feed the meat to her, boy - fire your load into her 
mouth!"

Taking the woman's head in both hands, Jerry eased up and down into her 
greedy mouth, watching the same movement below as her husband fucked 
her there. Debbie moaned around his cockhead, and when her body 
stiffened out, when her heels drummed upon the mattress, he knew she 
was coming. She chewed down softly upon his prick, and struggled to 
force the flanged head down the velvet cavern of her throat.

Jerry shivered and dug his fingers into her black hair as his balls 
leaped. The explosion of his come was furious, filling the woman's 
mouth at the same time that her husband gasped and reached his own 
orgasm.



Chapter 13


When Jerry sneaked off the bed, Debbie was giving her husband a blow 
job, and the guy was just beginning to angle his body, folding it 
around so that he would be able to get at her snatch with his mouth. 
They didn't need him right now, and he was interested in finding out 
what was happening next door.

Grabbing his robe, he pulled it on and went to his own room to find 
slippers. In the kitchen, he glanced at the clock and figured that Mary 
Carter should be home by now, and his mother ought to be making her 
move with the girl. Clicking the door behind him, he hurried across the 
driveway, then the short stretch of grass that separated the homes. The 
night was dark and moonless, and Jerry was glad of the cover it 
provided. It wouldn't do for some of the neighbors to wonder why the 
hell people were flitting back and forth like this, without being all 
dressed up.

He tried the back door and the knob turned in his hand. There was light 
filtering down the hall from the living room, so he followed it quietly 
and stood just inside the archway, peering around. He saw his mother 
sitting languorously upon the couch, her long legs stretched out and 
the dressing gown fallen away to expose the alabaster grace of her 
thighs. She had her head back against the upper part of a sofa, and her 
face turned toward the small, cute girl sitting at the other end.

Jerry eyed the kid, the way her jeans snugged small but shapely hips 
and legs, the little apples of her breasts hinted at by a thin shirt. 
She looked great, that red hair flaming out around a pert, cameo face. 
But if you didn't take a second look he thought, you might figure she 
was too young for anything, just a little kid. Mary Carter was very 
small, all over, a couple of inches shorter than his own five feet in 
height, and she weighed possibly seventy-five pounds. He wondered if 
Lester Carter could be right, if his huge cock might not be able to 
work itself into what must also be a tiny young pussy.

If she was a cherry, it would be more difficult; her girlish cunt would 
never have been stretched around a guy's meat; it would be very tight, 
and he remembered something about a hymen that would have to be broken. 
That would hurt her, he thought, and bit his lips. As much as Jerry 
would like to be the very first to fuck this attractive little girl, he 
had to admit that it would be a lot better for her father to do it, or 
his own dad.

His mother was talking now, her voice low and sultry and intimate. "I 
told them you were no child, Mary. But parents have a blind spot when 
it comes to their kids. I was that way with Jerry, you know - not 
recognizing that he was fully developed, with powerful urges of his 
own."

Mary's hands were knotted in her lap, and she seemed edgy as she 
answered, "He - he has? I mean, I was beginning to wonder about him. He 
never - we never even tried to - oh, I feel all mixed up, talking to 
you about this. I was so surprised when I came home to find you here, 
and my parents gone. And the way you've been hinting around about 
something mysterious going on-"

"Okay," Angela said then, "let's put it all up front. What I've been 
working up to is - well, you're no child, and neither is my son. You're 
both sexually mature, as grown up in that way as me, or Lester and 
Debbie. The question is, are you emotionally mature, too. And the next 
question is: are you a virgin?"

Jerry saw Mary's chin jerk up and her green eyes go wide. "What - why 
do you -"

"I don't care," Angela said, "but your parents do; at least, your 
father is fretting about it, and not for the usual uptight reasons. 
He's worrying if you can take a man's cock, without being hurt."

Amazingly, Mary laughed, the sound like tinkling silver bells. "Oh wow! 
That's a hell of a thing to say. I mean, I just don't expect to hear it 
from the older generation; not straight out - cock. Oh wow. And for my 
uptight old man to think -" She broke off to laugh again, crossing her 
small legs with a singularly compelling movement.

Then the girl sobered. "But why does dad wonder if I can take a man's 
cock? That's the freakiest idea I ever heard."

"Your father and mother aren't uptight anymore," Angela said calmly. 
"Not about themselves, anyway. It's a complicated story, but I'll 
simplify it by just saying that I'm screwing your father and that Jerry 
is laying your mother - among other things the four of us have going, 
together. Together, Mary, so that means sometimes it's Jerry and me, or 
Debbie and me, or three of us balling."

The girl's eyes grew enormous. "Mom and dad? Them - swingers? I can't 
believe it. But you wouldn't be saying it, telling me this, unless it 
was true. Dad; man, that's far out. I might be able to accept mom 
making it with another guy, but my father?"

Angela moved closer and took the girl's small hand. "He's pretty good, 
since he let himself go. And I guess he's the main reason I'm telling 
you about us. But you still haven't answered my question, Mary - are 
you a cherry?"

Mary shook her head. "No; I - I've made it a couple of times with just 
one guy, that's all. I guess I mean he made it; he's too quick for me 
or something. Or else it's all a lot of crap about a woman digging sex 
as much as a man."

"It isn't," Angela assured her, "and I'm glad to hear you're no 
frightened virgin, because we have some plans for you, dear."

"Plans? Hey -" Mary sat erect. "You said something about you and mom - 
and about you and Jerry! That means you're screwing your own kid, and 
going bisexual with my mom."

"Yes," Angela said calmly, "and it's all wonderful, fantastic. If 
you're really grown up, you can find out for yourself."

Mary Carter sat stiff and quiet, her brow furrowed, and Jerry could 
sense the girl's mental turmoil. Then he heard a small sound behind him 
and whirled to see Debbie and Lester sneaking up the Hallway from the 
kitchen. Lester had on his pants and nothing else; Debbie wore only a 
bath towel around her full hips, and her lustrous breasts swung bare 
and intriguing. She put a finger to her lips in warning and eased up to 
whisper in Jerry's ear.

"How is she taking it? What's happening - has Angela made a pass at her 
yet?"

Jerry murmured the answer softly: "Mary is thinking it all over. She's 
mixed up right now."

In the living room, the girl said with determination, "No; I don't get 
this. Something is freaky. My mom wouldn't screw a kid like Jerry, and 
my dad - he's so damned old-fashioned and uptight that he feels guilty 
whenever he gets around to making it with his own wife, which isn't 
very often."

"I'd better go help," Debbie said, and moved past Jerry. He and Lester 
watched the woman move into the living room, and saw the others look 
up. Angela smiled warmly, but Mary put the back of one small hand to 
her mouth in shock when she saw her mother's nude tits.

"It's all right, baby," Debbie said. "I'm not ashamed of my body 
anymore; I'm proud of it."

"T - true, then," Mary gasped. "It's really true; you've been balling 
them next door!"

"And loving it," her mother said, moving close to sit on the arm of the 
sofa. "You'll love it, too."

Jerry whispered to Lester, "She's no cherry, but she hasn't come with a 
guy yet. That leaves it up to you, man. You can be the first to really 
thrill her."

"She knows, now," Lester answered softly, "so I guess I have to. Old-
fashioned and uptight, huh? I'll show that kid."

And on the sofa, Mary was moving uncertainly away from her mostly naked 
mother, tugging at the hand Angela still held.

"Now wait a minute! I didn't say I'd get involved in anything - I 
didn't -"

Debbie flipped the towel from around her waist, exposing the dark glory 
of her mound, and as her daughter's eyes were drawn to it, she took a 
grip on Mary's other wrist. "You're already involved, dear. You have to 
be, or everything could fall apart, and I'm not about to give up all 
the sweet loving I've been getting." Lifting her voice, she called, 
"Les! Jerry! Come on out here and give us a hand."

Moving robotlike, his eyes fixed upon the piquant body of his small 
daughter, seeing the shock and fear in her face. But the man's prick 
was bulging against the restriction of his pants, Jerry saw. Lester 
worked his zipper as he neared the sofa, and kicked off his slacks. His 
cock leaped out, fuller and longer than Jerry had ever seen it.

"No!" Mary Carter whispered. "Oh no - I - I'm afraid, daddy."

"Take off her leans," Debbie said sharply, as her husband seemed to 
hesitate for a moment. "Go ahead, Les - pull them down her legs, 
quick!"

He was a mechanical man, bending jerkily to fumble at the waist of his 
daughter's jeans, his swollen prick bobbing. Jerry came slowly into the 
room, shedding his robe along the way, but Mary hadn't seen him; she 
was staring mesmerized at her daddy's erect shaft, at that glowing head 
with the droplet of fluid oozing over its reddened tip. Lester pulled 
at the girl's pants and peeled them away. She tried to keep her legs 
together and fought against the women who were holding her wrists.

Mary wore panties, brief, tight little things that snugged the outline 
of her tiny snatch. Lester's hand shook as he hooked fingers into the 
elastic and broke it, as he jerked down the undies. Then the man 
paused, struck by the sight of his young girl's unshielded pussy, and 
Jerry didn't blame him. Mary's mound shone with red hair, feathery and 
dainty, its curls scattered only lightly across the adorable vee of a 
childlike vulva, and it was positioned appealingly between the slender, 
milky thighs.

Her dad's voice was taut and scratchy as he said, "Hold her, damn it! 
Pull her back and hold her down." The girl squirmed off the sofa, and 
her mother came down beside her, clinging to one arm; Angela pinned the 
other one above Mary's head, and Jerry saw that they weren't going to 
try and take off her shirt. Her bottom was bare, and for now, that 
would be enough, for now Lester was desperate with the urgency swelling 
in his balls, with the hungry throbbing of his cock. Now that the first 
move had been made for him, Lester Carter was fiercely determined to 
fuck his daughter, to force his stiff meat into the sweet little snatch 
that had been taboo to him for all his life. He wasn't going to let it 
get away.

Arching her back and rolling her narrow hips from side to side, her 
eyes big and frightened, Mary tried to hold her thighs together, but 
her father jammed a knee between hers and pried them apart. His hand 
cupped the delectable vee of her little girl cunt, and he seemed to be 
in a trance as she writhed her crotch into his questing palm.

Then Lester was in between the slightly modeled legs, one hand pressing 
down upon his daughter's smooth belly to hold her in place, the other 
steering the distended bulb of his prick into the shuddering mound of 
the fragile pussy. All of them watched him, their eyes fixed intently 
upon that polished knob as it settled into the delicate little snatch. 
When Mary felt its spongy pressure, she gasped and a shudder wracked 
her slim body, but her father pushed and pushed again, working the tip 
of his leaking glans into the fiery heat of that little used cunt.

The man's eyes were glazed with the urgency of his passion, his mouth 
open and his teeth clenched. Staring down to see his cockhead half 
buried into the girl's tremulous mound inflamed him even more, and his 
next shove was much stronger, powerful enough to slide the bud up 
inside the pink, tight lips. Mary jerked convulsively then, and the 
reflexive movement served to slide her daddy's hard cock farther up 
into her narrow gash.

"Baby," he breathed, "oh my beautiful little baby - so tight and hot, 
so sweet and juicy - oh darling, Mary darling -"

Lester's shaft disappeared into the fearful clench of her girlish 
vagina, eased in until his stem was tight against her labia, and those 
rosy lips were stretched wide around its bulk. His balls came to rest 
in the hairless crack of his daughter's diminutive ass, and the man was 
fucking her, all the years of pent-up lust boiling out at once, all the 
dark and denied needs being fulfilled. She twisted upon his first 
lingering stroke, and quivered as he backed out for another one.

Moving around so that he could look down into the girl's pixielike 
face, Jerry watched the tenseness there, and perhaps was the first to 
see the other emotions that passed over it. There was shock and 
something like hurt, but something else was appearing - a swiftly 
growing excitement that dampened Mary's mouth and made her eyelids 
flutter, that expanded her tiny nostrils and caused a pulse to hammer 
in the slim ivory column of her throat.

Angela saw it, too, and released the wrist she had been holding 
immobile upon the sofa pillow. Debbie was too deeply engrossed in 
watching her husband screw their daughter, her eyes avidly upon the 
slow and loving thrusting of his prick within the girl's immature 
vagina and her nipples standing out stiffly in the centers of her 
creamy globes.

"Let her go," Jerry said. "Debbie, let her go, so she can hold him. 
Can't you see that she wants to fuck him back?"

Mary's arms went up to encircle her father's neck, to draw him down to 
her open, panting mouth. Against his lips she said, "Daddy, daddy - 
oohh! It feels so different from Freddie's thing. Oh, daddy, it feels 
good - wonderful! Ah - don't be afraid to stick it deeper - deeper! 
Yes, like that - oh my sweet daddy, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Baby!" he gasped. "Baby girl - such a sweet young cunt, all tight and 
burning. Darling, baby, sweetheart - ahh! Ahh!"

Lester's ass heaved up and down, rolling as he fed the meat into his 
daughter's suctioning pussy, and the girl bent her knees to slide her 
feet closer, so she could lift her thinly bearded snatch and meet his 
strokes.

Her arms fell away from his neck then, and her hands raced up and down 
her dad's sweating back, lingering upon the moving cheeks of his ass 
and clawing there as her orgasm gathered force within the seething 
depths of her intensely aroused vagina, as the power began to 
concentrate into the receiving center of her clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted. "Your prick in me - oh your daddy-cock 
sliding inside my pussy - it's so good I can't stand it. Can't take it 
any longer, daddy - oh! Oh! I - it's happening to me, really happening 
to me, and I'm going to come, come, COME!"

Mary thrummed like a guitar string, her taut muscles vibrating in a 
wild, all-encompassing ecstasy that ripped her body. Shrieking, she 
chewed into her father's shoulder and dug her fingernails savagely into 
his straining buttocks, pounding her crotch up against his pelvis and 
wringing her feverish pussy around the surging of his stiff shaft.

Caught up in the furious release of his daughter's first climax, Lester 
hammered wildly at her clenching snatch and let go with his own 
ejaculation. Jerry caught his breath, knowing what a tremendous release 
it must be for the man, realizing that the hosing of thick, heavy semen 
must be like a powerful jet raining come inside the snug, constricted 
sheath of the girl's near virginal cunt. Lester twitched and trembled, 
folding slowly forward to sag upon the small, yet writhing body, locked 
adoring between the grip of her slim young thighs.

Debbie let out a long, sighing breath and cupped the swollen melons of 
her breasts in both hands. "So lovely," she murmured. "So lovely for 
them, and so exciting for us."



Chapter 14


They left the new lovers alone for awhile, allowing them to luxuriate 
in the culmination of their long hidden desires, and as Jerry moved 
away with the two women, he looked back to see Lester's prick still 
buried into the steaming tightness of his young daughter's pussy. They 
needed time to themselves, Jerry knew. thinking back to how glad he had 
been to explore his mother's body leisurely, without anyone nearby. But 
Lester would soon bring the girl over next door so that they could join 
the others; he was too involved in fucking his neighbor's wife and in 
rediscovering his own wife's snatch.

In the kitchen of his house, Jerry watched as his mom and Debbie Carter 
had drinks, and took a Coke for himself. Debbie sipped her highball and 
sighed. "It was marvelous to see Mary come alive on her father's prick 
like that. To think she had never come until then. She was so 
frightened at first, and I suppose we were all technically partners in 
rape, but then she started fucking him back, and everything was all 
right."

"She's such a beautiful, highly sensuous child," Angela said. "No - not 
a child, but a miniature young woman. And evidently she's had a thing 
for her father for years, just as he yearned for her. How wonderful 
that we could be in on their first screwing, be a part of that fabulous 
coupling."

Jerry said, "I know just how she felt; it was the same way when I got 
in between your legs, mom. You were everything I had ever wanted, all I 
ever needed."

His mother gave him a sultry smile. I know darling. There's no telling 
how much longer we would have stayed in that bedroom, fucking happily, 
if Debbie hadn't walked in on us."

Debbie said, "Les won't take that long. He's all wrapped up in our 
daughter, and I can't blame him. But he's also eager to keep screwing 
both of us, too - and to have Mary shared. Let's have another drink, 
and if he isn't over here in a few more minutes, Jerry here can take 
care of us. The poor boy has had a magnificent hard-on for a long 
time."

"Lucky for us," Angela laughed, "he keeps one practically all night 
long, and he doesn't do bad in the daytime, either."

Drinking, Debbie said, "And when is Mack coming home? You know, I'm all 
wired up at the idea of screwing your husband. I want to experience 
that cock you've been getting all these years, Angela. It'll be 
fantastic, to share him with you."

"I don't know," Jerry's mom answered. "He could arrive almost any time 
- tomorrow, maybe even tonight. I never know for certain when he's 
coming in."

Finishing his Coke, Jerry thought about his dad returning, about the 
whole new panorama of screwing that would be ready for him - two new 
cunts to try out, this sensual mother and her lovely young daughter. 
Jerry hoped they would balance out the fact that he had fucked up his 
original assignment, that of keeping his mom away from neighborhood 
entanglements which might cause trouble.

The women were murmuring to each other over their drinks when the back 
door opened, and Lester led in his daughter, both now wearing robes. He 
had the girl by the hand, and she was hanging back a little, her small 
cameo face down and a flush staining her cheeks. Light glinted 
entrancingly in the dark red wealth of her hair, and bathed the 
pristine whiteness of her flawless skin.

Lester said, "I'll have one of those - a double, I think. Mary's still 
shy, but she wouldn't let me leave her behind, either; not that I 
wanted to by any means."

Moving to the girl, Jerry took her arm and brought her around the 
breakfast bar, where he popped the cap on a soft drink and gave the 
bottle to her. "It's okay, Mary; really it is. Man, I must have been 
stupid, not to make a real pass at you before. You're so cute and sexy, 
you can turn on any guy. But I was scared."

Her eyes slowly lifted to his, sea-green eyes deep and bright. "I was, 
too. And you don't think I'm awful for screwing my dad that way?"

"I think you're great," he answered, "and you made me so damned horny I 
thought I'd blow off just watching you."

Mary's lashes shielded her eyes. "I - I know; I caught a glimpse of 
your cock, over my daddy's shoulder. But it's so big -"

"I can grease it," Jerry whispered. "My mom says that a woman can take 
just about any size prick, that cunts can stretch a long way when they 
have to. And Mary - I really want to screw you, and make you come the 
way you did with your father. I want to eat that sweet little pussy, 
too."

She pulled in a deep breath that lifted her small, round breasts 
against her green satin robe. "Eat it? Go down on me?"

"Sure," he said. "You don't know how that can turn you on, and I'll bet 
your beautiful cunt will taste like honey."

Mary's tiny hand trembled as she put down the soft drink bottle. "Your 
mouth on my pussy - oh man! oh wow!"

As he put a hand upon her narrow hip, Jerry became conscious that the 
others had stopped talking and were listening to them. He blinked 
around at his mother, at the girl's parents.

"Go ahead into the bedroom," Angela said softly. "We'll join you there 
later."

Lester mumbled, "Be careful, kid; she has such a tiny snatch."

"I will," Jerry promised, and took Mary Carter by the hand. The bedroom 
was intimate around them, scented by his mother's perfume and by the 
underlying musk of the sexual activities that had taken place there. At 
the edge of the kingsize bed, the girl hesitated, until he turned her, 
took her in his arms and kissed her.

This time, it was no kid's caress, but a hungry, seeking meeting of 
their mouths, and when he pushed his tongue in to find her own, Mary's 
met him fiercely. The tiny thing was sugary and hot, trembling and 
curling. Their teeth clashed and she thrust the small length of her 
body harshly against him. Jerry slid the robe from her shoulders and 
wiggled out of his own. Naked then, his crotch pressed into her belly, 
and his prick throbbed powerfully against the satin skin.

Gently then, he urged her down upon the bed, and Mary closed her eyes, 
her body tensed, still afraid of being screwed, even after she had 
fucked her father, frightened of this new, massive cock.

"Take it easy," he said. "Mom keeps some creams on the dresser there, 
and I'll grease my prick real good, so it'll slide in easy. But after I 
go down on you, Mary - after I get that gorgeous little snatch flowing 
with your own juice."

He crawled up on the bed beside her, drinking in the utter loveliness 
of her flesh. Mary's tits were small, but firm as apples, their red 
nipples standing erect, and Jerry bent to kiss them, to fondle them 
slowly and caressingly with hands and lips and tongue. She shivered as 
he sucked first one tasty tip, then the other, and Jerry let his hands 
roam softly over her miniature Venus body, relaxing her, feeling the 
tautness go out of her by degrees. She felt very warm and exceptionally 
smooth, and when he cupped his hand between her spread thighs to fondle 
the girl's mound, he realized again just how small it was.

Those red and feathery cunt hairs tickled his palm, and the heat of her 
vulva burned against his skin. It was his first young pussy, his first 
loving of a beguiling little snatch possessed by a kid his own age, and 
she felt wonderful against him, all gentle twitchings and uncertain 
ripplings.

Licking hotly down her rib cage, Jerry then nibbled at the white flesh 
of her flat belly, and drew his lips adoringly over each hip. His hands 
stroked her legs, and he could feel his cock bulging with desire, but 
he wanted to drive her wild with his mouth first; she had never had 
this provocative cunt eaten, and he knew she would freak out when he 
did it to her. Besides, it would loosen her junior-sized vagina for the 
fucking to come.

As his face neared her pulsating mound, as his flared nostrils caught 
the savory odor rising from its pink lips, Jerry thought that she 
probably still held her father's load of semen within the compressed 
depths of her pussy, and that excited him even more.

She didn't know what to expect, but her passionate body was responding 
for her, reacting without her conscious guidance; her sleek belly 
rolled and her slender ass rocked from side to side. He could hear her 
panting and feel the quaking of her body as he blew warm breath into 
the daintily haired snatch, stirring the silken red fuzz and making the 
cunt lips flinch.

Then he nuzzled lovingly into the girlish crotch, his hands sliding 
beneath the small cheeks of her ass as her thighs opened wider for his 
head. Jerry lapped along the length of her pussy lips, tasting the 
flaming excitement of them, learning the delicious flavor, and when he 
opened his lips, found that he could cover Mary's entire organ with his 
mouth.

Sucking upon it, he pulled her labia into his mouth, drew them wide and 
released them just long enough to drive his tongue deeply into the 
fragile furnace of her youthful vagina. The slick velvets of her tiny 
hole sizzled around his tongue, and Jerry probed deeply, reaching as 
far up into that succulent box as he could.

"In my Pussy!" Mary gasped. "I can feel your tongue wiggling inside my 
pussy. Jerry - oh, Jerry - you're really eating me, sucking me - oohh!"

Drilling his tongue into her hood, he discovered the tiny clit and 
teased it, drew upon it, but it was too small to get between his teeth, 
so he was content to suck at it.

Her slim, almost skinny body suddenly arched upward, and she rolled 
back upon her shoulders, bending her knees and bracing her elfin feet 
against the mattress, lifting the juicy feast of her childlike pussy 
for him. Jerry chewed into it, torturing her dainty clitoris with his 
tongue, tenderly mauling her entire cunt and siphoning her sweet fluids 
down his throat. She was blazing hot, her belly writhing and thrusting, 
her ass wheeling in short, violent circles as the sensations got better 
for her.

"Th - this is as good as fucking," she hissed. "It's better, even - oh! 
Oh, darling - suck harder, turn my pussy inside out in your mouth. Oohh 
- I can't stand it anymore! It's going to happen to me again, all hot 
and slidy and tickling so much - Jerry! Jerry, I'm coming again, coming 
again!"

Her flexing vagina turned more slippery, and the girl heaved her 
silken-mossed crotch against his teeth; bucking and shuddering, Mary 
ground her snatch furiously into his mouth as she reached the foaming 
crest of an orgasm that threatened to tear her apart. For a long, 
enchanted moment, she strained to him in the savage completeness of her 
tremendous climax, then sagged as the strength went out of her.

Licking gently into her pussy, Jerry continued to tantalize her mini-
clit, and brought it slowly to another state of erection. Reveling in 
the pure sensual pleasure he was giving her, he teased Mary Carter to a 
series of smaller orgasms, humming his happiness into the steamy depths 
of her cunt each time she came.

She was gasping for breath when he at last lifted his dripping face 
from between her lean thighs and climbed somewhat unsteadily off the 
bed to go search the dresser for some more lubrication. She was so 
juicy that he might not need it, Jerry thought, but he wanted to be 
sure his thick, long shaft wouldn't hurt the girl's inexperienced 
pussy. He found a jar of cream and smeared the slippery stuff liberally 
over his bulging cockhead, then down the length of his pole.

Back at the bed and setting himself between her cute little legs, Jerry 
gazed fondly down at the humid cunt that he would soon penetrate. It 
seemed more beautiful than ever, so cunningly wrought, designed 
especially to bring rapture to a hard prick and he adored it with his 
eyes.

Mary reached up and got hold of a pillow to slide beneath the cheeks of 
her ass. "Maybe this will help," she murmured, flushing pink and not 
looking at him, still easily embarrassed, even though he had just eaten 
her snatch and made her come several times.

Not waiting any longer, driven by the pressure of his balls, Jerry 
aimed his flanged knob directly into the beckoning pink lips that 
glistened with the girls seeping love oils. They were searing against 
his tip, very soft and very small, and he shoved hesitantly, feeling 
the grease wet her miniature labia, feeling the eager heat melting the 
stuff.

"Push it on in me," she said. "I'm sure I can take it - but oh, it's so 
big, so thick! Push it in, Jerry - hurry, please. I fucked my daddy, 
and I can fuck you."

More strongly then, he edged his cockhead into the slowly opening cunt 
lips, forcing them to turn elastic, squeezing into the narrow, 
voluptuous gash. An inch slid inside her box, and more, and her snatch 
seemed impossibly tight, unable to expand around his swollen knob. But 
she was wiggling hungrily, pushing back at him, and suddenly the 
cockhead slipped into her vagina, gliding on up inside a delicate pussy 
that seemed composed of a thousand taut rubber bands, that was greased 
and palpitating with eagerness.

Jerry's meat worked carefully along the girl's constricted sheath, and 
he stopped when he felt his bulb pressing into the spongy socket of her 
womb. Mary's narrow vagina gripped him avidly, its walls tight and 
slick, tight and scalding, the newly awakened muscles jerking and 
rippling. He backed slowly out, and her cunt tried to follow his shaft, 
to hold it jealously, clamping so strongly he could barely move his 
shaft. But the grease helped, and he began to stroke back and forth 
into her, fucking her as her daddy had fucked her only a short time 
before.

"L - love it!" she panted. "Migod, how much I love your huge prick! It 
feels like I'm being ripped apart, but I adore being filled up with all 
this lovely, hard meat. Your cock is so much bigger than my daddy's, 
thicker and longer - ahh! Ah, darling, lover, you sweet screwer. I'm 
going crazy, freaking out - but don't stop putting it to me; never stop 
putting it to me."

Thrusting in and out of her greedily suctioning hole, Jerry was careful 
not to shove his pole in to the balls. Mary's little pussy was too 
shallow to take it all, and he was content to have her squirming 
lasciviously upon most of his club. He felt his semen gathering in his 
swaying testicles, felt them ballooning with the liquid that was 
fighting to get out. Mary wiggled madly around his pistoning rod, and 
he held to her ass.

He couldn't hold it back, and as the girl lurched against him, when she 
pumped her crotch furiously into the base of his prick, Jerry closed 
his eyes in ecstasy and stopped trying to prolong the time to his 
orgasm. Mary must have reached her own crest at the same moment, 
because she cried out in wordless rapture at the same second that his 
semen gushed forth from the jerking head of his cock.

Bubbling thick and creamy, Jerry's come bathed the narrow walls of the 
girl's seething cunt, spurting hot and sticky throughout the clenching 
vagina and bathing it, hosing it, with the most vital juices of his 
straining body. Mary writhed tempestuously as she felt the geyser of 
his come splashing inside her, and shuddered violently in the throes of 
her own gratification.

Slowly, locked together adoringly, they rolled over, lying on their 
sides and belly to belly as the waves of passion began to ebb within 
their bodies. Jerry kissed the girl's throat, her mahogany red hair, 
her temple, and told her how much he loved her.

After awhile, she murmured, "But you won't be jealous of my daddy, will 
you? I can't stop fucking him, not ever, because I love him, too."'

"I won't be jealous," Jerry promised. "Nobody will; we can all fuck 
each other, and eat each other, and do everything we want, sharing our 
love and making it bigger that way. I'll keep screwing my mom, and your 
mother, and your dad will keep right on putting the meat to you, too. 
And when my father comes home, he'll be glad to have a fresh young 
pussy like yours to get into."

Mary sighed, and tried to snuggle closer. She was one of them now.



Chapter 15


Hand in hand, and not bothering to hide their nakedness, Jerry and Mary 
walked back into the kitchen, but found no one there. "They're probably 
in the living room," he said, "leaving us alone for awhile as we left 
you and your dad. And they're probably screwing hell out of each other 
by now. Hey - are you hungry? I am; fucking always makes me hungry."

She grinned at him, piquant face and rosebud lips. "I could use a 
sandwich, I guess. Let me help."

As they pulled the makings from the reefer, Jerry asked, "Did you ever 
watch your mom and dad fuck?"

Shaking her head, she answered, "No, but I heard them sometimes. Not 
that they made a lot of noise; they didn't seem to get all that 
excited."

"They do now," Jerry said, putting mayonnaise on bread as she opened a 
package of lunch meat. "It's like they're young all over again. And it 
looks like your mom and mine always had a thing for each other. When 
they make it, your father and I get more turned on. You should have 
seen him shove it right up your mother's ass one time, while Angela was 
eating her."

Mary bit into her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. "I probably will 
see it. And I wonder if it feels any better, to have a woman do it. 
Man, I'm getting shaky all over again, just thinking about my mom 
putting her face down between my thighs, or the other way around. Do 
you think my dad will dig us doing that?"

"He sure would," Jerry said, eyeing the lovely little girl. "And Angela 
will, also. I can see the three of you in kind of a triangle, eating 
each other's cunts and wiggling all hot and sexy. That would be a good 
start for a real gang bang, because then your dad and me would just 
have to start fucking the closest pussy we could reach, or putting it 
into the nearest mouth. Then, when Mack gets home and finds out that 
we've all been making it, all you women will be ready to take him on, 
too."

"Mmm," Mary said around a bite of sandwich and nodding.

They washed down the quick meal with glasses of cold milk, and Jerry 
drew the girl close to him, fondling her small, apple tits and rubbing 
his half-risen cock against the smooth flatness of her belly. "Let's go 
in and see what they're doing," he suggested. "Are you ready for some 
more fucking?"

"Any time," the girl agreed, and reached down to pat his cockhead 
tenderly. "But don't wear yourself out, man; save some of that 
beautiful cock for me."

Giggling with her, Jerry kept one arm around the very slim waist, and 
their bare thighs kissed teasingly as they walked together toward the 
living room. The light was on, spilling a soft and golden radiance over 
the naked people in the room. Jerry saw that they were in a new 
position, an intriguing pattern that allowed them all to enjoy the 
intimate joining of flesh within flesh.

Debbie Carter had her lush thighs spread, and her shaggy crotch pushed 
down against her husband's opened, sucking mouth; she was facing down 
his body, where Angela was straddling him, the burnished mound of her 
pussy clenching the stem of Lester's deeply submerged prick.

The women were rocking sensuously upon the man, one upon his face, the 
other upon his shaft, staring into each other's eyes as they squirmed 
and shifted. Mary Carter's hand gripped Jerry's hard as she took in the 
scene, and he heard the sharp intake of the girl's breath. She stared 
wide-eyed at her father, pinned down as he was by two women, one of 
them her mother, and Jerry knew something of the sensations that were 
flashing through her. He'd felt much like that, just seeing his dad lay 
the meat to his mom, kind of shocked and excited and very horny.

Moved by a mutual impulse, the women lifted their hands and twined 
their fingers together, their asses grinding and humping in a slow, 
wanton rhythm as they shared the loving body of the man beneath them, 
the male they were dominating. Leaning closer, their hands parted, only 
to caress each other's breasts, cupping and squeezing and rolling the 
nipples. Tilting their upper bodies still farther forward, their mouths 
reached hungrily, and a pair of red, wet tongues clashed.

"They - they're tied together now," Mary breathed. "Their bodies are 
connected all the way around."

"Like a circle of sex," Jerry agreed, "and really making it."

"Mom and dad," the girl whispered, "and your mother - oh wow! I know 
it's real and that I'm actually seeing this, but still it seems like 
some kind of erotic dream."

Her hand left his and searched blindly until the fingers wrapped around 
the shaft of his swollen prick. Mary hung onto it for support as the 
trio on the carpet moved faster and hunched more sinuously.

Clamping down on his cock and rubbing her satin flank against him, she 
hissed then, "They're coming - oh, I hope they all come at the same 
time! It's so much better that way."

Debbie's mouth was gasping into Angela's red lips, and Lester was 
pumping madly while lapping, sucking noises rose from his face cuddled 
between his wife's rounded, polished thighs. Jerry watched his mother's 
ass surge, and saw her hands grip the other woman's tits as she moaned. 
Looking down between the cheeks of her ass, he could make out the 
coiling of the man's balls. They were hitting it, all right, riding the 
crest and coming, both women trembling and gasping, Lester shooting a 
wad of his thick semen up into one boiling cunt while he chewed into 
another one.

The girl'shand was moving up and down his cock, gently massaging the 
swollen knob, and he put an arm around her so he could cup one of the 
small, hard tits and whisper into her ear. "Do you want to fuck now?"

"Yes and no, she murmured. "I want to - oh, how I want to get screwed. 
But I want us to be with them, to be a part of them. Is that all right, 
Jerry?"

"Sure," he said, glad that this sweet kid had shed all her inhibitions 
and was now ready for group sex. He knew that she had big eyes for both 
her parents, and that was fine, too. But for the moment, Lester was 
screwed out, and she might have to content herself with him and the 
women.

Tugging gently at her, Jerry moved her toward the others as they 
untangled themselves. Debbie rose higher on her knees, lifting her 
dripping crotch from her husband's face, the black and curly hair of 
her forest glistening with her clear juices. Angela gave that educated 
twist of her ass, and snapped Lester's cock from her pussy; a slow 
rivulet of cream oozed down the shaft as the inflamed head came into 
view. Angela rolled gracefully to one side and came erect.

"Children! How nice. Did you two make it okay? We got to talking about 
what was happening in the bedroom, and just couldn't wait."

On the floor, Lester rolled his head, his cheeks and chin smeared with 
pussy lubrication, and looked up at the nude body of his beautiful 
little daughter. The guy must wish he could just keep balling, Jerry 
thought, seeing Mary bare-assed like that, and knowing that she had 
watched him swing with two other females, realizing that she had seen 
him eating out her mother's hot cunt.

Licking at his lips, Lester said in a scratchy voice, "Are you all 
right, baby? You're not hurt or anything? I wanted to go in and maybe 
help you, but it seemed so - and the women were all excited -" his 
voice trailed off, but his eyes continued to devour the slim, fragile 
form.

Mary went swiftly to him, to kneel beside her father and press her lips 
against his slippery ones. "I'm just fine, dad; really I am. Except 
that I'm so turned on I'm burning inside. I want to be with you and mom 
and Angela, and to have Jerry's big cock in me, too."

"That's great, baby," he said, stroking her, touching the pert 
moundings of her young tits. "We're all glad for you, and me, most of 
all. But I need a little rest just now. Not for long, sweetheart 
because I can already feel my cock stirring for you."

Lifting her head, Mary scuttled over to her mother and buried her face 
between the big, soft globes of Debbie's olive-hued tits. "Mom - you 
were just beautiful, and so was Mrs. Winston - Angela. Oh mom, Jerry 
ate my pussy before he fucked me."

Caressing her daughter, Debbie drew the girl close, snugging the 
slender body between her opulent thighs and pressing their humid bushes 
together, young pussy throbbing against mature cunt in love and desire. 
Jerry moved over to his own mother and took her in his arms, reveling 
in the long, hot length of her body against his own, feeling her flesh 
aroused and satin, rubbing his distended cockhead into her smooth 
belly, and knowing the resilience of her fine breasts on his taut skin.

"Darling," she breathed, "I could fuck you silly right this minute, and 
you know how much I want your gorgeous young prick shoved up into my 
pussy. But I think we should wait awhile, that we ought to see that 
little Mary is completely initiated into the group. What do you think?"

"Anything is okay with me," Jerry answered. "She's a hot piece of ass, 
just like you and her mom. Her cunt is so small, though; I had to be 
careful not to stuff all my meat into her, but it was a far-out fuck, 
anyway - tight and juicy, and I went down on her, too."

"That's nice, baby; did she eat you in turn?"

Jerry shook his head. "We didn't take time for that. We wanted to come 
in here with the rest of you. She's excited about tasting another 
pussy, she said, and to have her own loved by a woman."

"She's just perfect," Angela said, with a sensuous rolling of her 
crotch against him. "So young and passionate and very beautiful. We'll 
all enjoy her, especially your father, I'm certain. A girl that nubile 
and lovely will make him pop off in his pants."

"I hope so," Jerry said. "I still feel sort of bad about not following 
his instructions."

Kissing his mouth lightly, his mother said softly, "Don't fret about 
that, baby. I know your father better than anyone else." With that, she 
moved away from him and drifted to the women entwined upon the carpet.

He saw her whisper into Debbie's ear, kneeling so that her tits brushed 
against Mary's naked back, and the other woman nodded in agreement. 
Damn, Jerry thought; was he going to get cut out again, while the three 
of them swung? He hoped not, because his shaft was beginning to ache. 
Glancing at Lester, he saw the man still on his back, but his cock was 
climbing slowly up again.

Then Debbie eased her daughter over, turning her onto her back and 
spreading the lean young thighs wide apart. Bending over, she said 
huskily, "We're both going to eat you, baby. Keep your legs wide open 
for Angela and me."

Both of them? Jerry wondered how the hell they were going to accomplish 
that, and edged nearer as the women went to their hands and knees.

Debbie's round, plush ass was pointed in his direction, and his mom's 
was aimed toward Lester. Two sets of cheeks glowed entrancingly as the 
women lowered the upper parts of their bodies and angled their buttocks 
higher; wiry black hair bunched around Debbie's cleft, and silky golden 
moss shimmered from the crack of Angela's ass. Jerry saw what they had 
in mind, that they were offering themselves this way, while they worked 
on the girl between them, and it was an exciting prospect.

But he was still interested in finding out just how they'd eat Mary's 
lovely little snatch, and crawled closer to see. They each fastened a 
mouth greedily to the girl's nipples, and their quick, knowing hands 
were all over the straining, tremulous body so small and yet so 
appealing. Mary writhed at the twin caresses, her narrow hips 
ticktocking back and forth, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

Down the alluring, dainty body they went, their tongues licking and 
tingling over her pristine skin, making the girl squirm in tortured 
delight. Jerry approached Debbie Carter from behind, feeling over the 
mellow cheeks of her rich ass, then bending his stiff cock to slip it 
between her thighs so that it lifted its heavy length along the 
greasiness of her hairy labia. The woman quivered at its touch, and he 
looked over her shoulder to where her tongue was flicking through the 
sparsely furred pubic hair of her daughter's pulsing mound.

Then he saw his mother's face close in, saw the serpentine wriggling of 
Angela's adept tongue, and watched it meet Debbie's at the steamy 
opening of the small, veed pussy.

Together, they probed into Mary's clitoral hood, their wet tongues 
sliding and curling, their eager tongues drilling and boring into the 
sweet young cunt lips, their teeth flashing as one or the other caught 
juicy, soft flesh and worried it tenderly. Mary gasped and moaned; she 
reached down and dug her fingers into the women's hair and her pelvis 
arched in torrid lust.

From the corner of his eye, Jerry saw Lester Carter moving up behind 
Angela. The man's eyes were glazed with passion as he watched two 
lovely women eating his little girl's pussy, and his hands trembled as 
he placed one upon the small of Angela's sleek back, as he used the 
other one to help steer his ridged knob up into the slippery lips of 
her golden snatch from behind.

Jerry followed suit, settling his cockhead firmly into Debbie's 
luxurious cunt, and driving it home to the hilt with a single, powerful 
shove. His shaft embedded itself in the woman's vagina, and his balls 
swung tingling against her slightly opened thighs. The rounded, 
thrilling hillocks of her ass snuggled back to his belly, to his 
crotch, and he fondled them lovingly as Debbie's pussy clasped his 
prick with ardor.

"Uhh!" Lester grunted, as his pole reached up into Angela's precious 
cunt. The man had let go into that marvelous sheath only minutes 
before, but from a different angle, and he began to screw that fabulous 
box as if he'd never known its heated depths before.

Mary panted, "Oh - oh - oh!" and squirmed upon the flashing tongues 
that were maddening her clitoris and delving so thirstily into her 
sweet young hole.

Thrusting into Debbie's clinging sleeve, Jerry rolled his ass and 
curved his body over hers, still gripping her ripe cheeks. Turning his 
head, he saw Lester backing his cock out of Angela, all the way out, 
and wondered why. But a second later, he watched the man working that 
greasy red knob higher, and realized that his mother's asshole was 
being forced. Well, he thought, she had said she wanted to take it 
there, take her son's hard meat up her back tube, but they both knew 
his club was too big for that.

With interest, his own fucking arrested, he saw that Lester was making 
it, and thought that his mom must have been screwed there before, that 
his dad had probably packed her anus long before now, loosening her and 
making her available for this new lover.

Lester's shaft slid from sight, and the guy eased it back and forth as 
Angela groaned, while Angela lapped and nuzzled into the delectable, 
girlish pussy she and Debbie were so busily eating. Then Lester 
withdrew from the new hole, and dropped his bulb to reenter Angela's 
treasured snatch to take a few long thrusts there before lifting again 
to the tighter, less known ring above. The man was really getting off 
on the changeover, Jerry saw, and envied him some. But not for long; 
Lester's wife was grinding her filled gash around Jerry's buried pole, 
and he stroked her back, feeding the meat into her steadily, digging 
the dilated cockhead deeply into her and making her wiggle wih 
happiness.

High and keen, Mary's voice lifted: "C - coming! Oh, am I coming! Mom, 
Angela - ahh, ahh! Keep right on eating my pussy, you darlings - I'm 
coming!"

Jerry kept thrusting, continued to slide his stiff rod back and forth 
into the juicy, full cunt of Mary's mother, and saw the women's tongues 
wetly brushing each other as often as they were dipping into the girl's 
churning mound. Debbie groaned then, and her ass bucked heavily back 
against him, her lavish cunt convulsing around his driving club.

He watched his mother's arched body stiffen out, and knew that she was 
also reaching orgasm. Behind her, Lester locked his hard prick into the 
narrow hose of Angela's ass and let go, shaking and jerking as his 
semen gushed fiercely to soak her tube.

Now then, Jerry thought, and slammed his own cock furiously into 
Debbie's pulsating snatch, rocking the woman's body with each powerful 
stroke. Digging his fingers savagely into the giving softness of her 
superb ass, he embedded his cockhead into the swirling depths of her 
pussy and ejaculated.

Gush after spitting gush filled the woman's mature vagina, bursting 
stickily over her cervix and drenching the trembling cunt walls, 
oozing, foaming, and sloshing down the length of Jerry's prick to 
puddle around its buried stem. There was a lot of it, so that even 
though her pussy lips were stretched tightly around his club, he felt a 
slow seepage of the milky fluid wetting his emptied balls.

They had all made it, and in a wildly satisfying frenzy, each of them 
climaxing in the meshed, blended loveliness of group sharing. Jerry 
panted atop the woman, his head buzzing so that he only dimly heard the 
rattle of a key in the front door.

But the sound penetrated his consciousness, and made him jerk suddenly 
out of Debbie's flexing sheath. Moving swiftly, he pushed Lester back, 
and the man's cock popped from Angela's ass. He managed to maneuver the 
women into position, so that they were lying side by side, their knees 
up and bent, their thighs spread - Debbie on the left, little Mary in 
the middle, and Angela on the other side. Their cunts glistened black 
and red and gold, all of them shining with dewy juices, all of them 
gloriously appealing.

With Lester in the background, Jerry staggered to his feet and hurried 
to the door. As it began to swing open, he gripped his still erect 
prick and held it out in kind of a salute.

Mack Winston came into the living room, hesitating for a moment as his 
eyes focused to the brighter light. Big and wide he loomed in the 
doorway until Jerry pushed the door shut with a click and cut off the 
outside world.

He saw his father's eyes widen, saw them move from one exposed and 
spectacular pussy to the other, touching each of them in turn, then 
flashing back across the delectable lineup of cunts as if he couldn't 
quite believe what he was seeing.

"Welcome home, dad," Jerry said then.

"Yeah," Mack said, deep in his throat. "Yeah, and that's the damnedest 
homecoming present I ever saw."

Dropping his suitcase, Jerry's dad hurried as he peeled out of his 
clothes, kicking aside shoes and slacks and hurling off his shirt.

Jerry grinned. He and his father had done okay by each other.


The End
